#ocelysium

[audreycreations]

It's doooooneeeee. This scenerio is based off an imagine between me and my friend @maryenette @ocelysium in a sort of Pokemon AU and how we would meet. This has been literally occupying my brain for months and now it's out, I can sleep now.

or work on my bleach fanfic. Or DSMP. Whichever comes first.

Drawn in traditional media with indian ink. Editted in GIMP. Timelapse from Drafting to Editing: Nov 2, 2022 to Nov 14, 2022.

[audreyandherocs]

A Place of Beginnings, Wonders, and Miracles || A Cat’s Paw

Emma belongs to @call-me-emma @chi-townbatgirl

Lily belongs to @maruthor @ocelysium​

Green eyes simply looked out of the window of the Wayne Mansion. She paid attention to the meticulously kept grass and shrubbery, and the clumps of snow that remained on top of it. It had been almost a year since Avery had died.

Almost a year and a few more days afterwards since she had came back to life. Placed into a new body and dumped into the Lazarus pits, with the combined effort of Lex Luthor and Ra’s al Ghul.

Two of her uncles, one who was paternal and the other maternal.

Although, Avery didn’t know how many generations she was related to Ra’s exactly. Distant long, he once said. When it came to him, that could be hundreds of years.

              A person similar to her smiled brightly and rode on the horses around the tribe. She was dressed in traditional garbs suited for the plains and deserts as they moved nomadically. She came to visit her relatives and got to finally to see her dear cousin but he might as well be her brother. Although the debate of who was older and younger was still up for debate.

Right beside her was a man with a long black hair, that was braided. He rode on his own horse as they ran across the plains to look for any wildlife to hunt. Perhaps forage.

But that was the pretense for their little adventure. In truth, they needed an excuse to get as far as they could so they could talk and be free.

“I see you have been keeping up with your riding skills little brother!” Avery yelled over the winds and the thundering hooves.

The man turned to her and scoffed, and together reeled their horses together to stop at a stream. They disembarked from their horses to let them rest and they petted their mains while they spoke.

“You still call me such when I’m no longer little” said [Ra’s].

Yes, that man was Ra’s al Ghul. But also not. This was before he called himself Ra’s al Ghul. Avery didn’t know why but she knew it was him. He was so much younger. So much kinder.

Avery, yet not Avery, sat on a rock and pulled out the little satchel she brought. She passed him a sweet bun and [Ra’s] took it. Together they sat and spoke.

“How is life sister?” asked [Ra’s] as he leaned back on the grass.

“As much as it can be. Marriage and the dowry is still be talked” she grimaced.

“Uncle tells me that man is very powerful.”

“Indeed, and more” nodded Avery before she rested her elbow on her propped-up knee. “I only hope he will let me continue doing what I have always done.”

“But your duties will keep you there” said [Ra’s].

“Unfortunately, but when are they ever done.”

Avery turned to [Ra’s] and beamed. “Never mind that, I have brought you a gift!”

“A gift? Sister, you are supposed to-“

Avery shushed him and dug into her pack before producing a few scrolls and books. She passed it to [Ra’s] who took them and glanced at them. At every literature, his eyes widened and sparkled with curiousity. He looked at Avery with surprise.

“Sister, are these-“

“These are books of the latest scientific findings as well math, medicine, and more” said Avery as she smiled, sitting cross legged and facing him.

“how could you have produced them? These books are so far away.”

“Nothing less for my brother” smiled Avery as she watched Ra’s pour over the books. “These are my final gift to you.”

“Final?  You say as if we’ll never see each other again” said [Ra’s].

“We might never. You have a sharp mind like an eagle [Ra’s]. Our lifestyle in the tribes are good but they are not for you Ra’s. Your mind is wide like this plain and you’ll never truly flourish in such a tiny garden.”

“What are you saying sister?”

“When the day comes, you might make the decision to remain with the tribe or go out there and find yourself [Ra’s]. We all have our paths to follow…”

Avery hissed at the pain and memory. Her teacup (thankfully empty) dropping onto the carpeted floor. She stared at it as cold sweat clung to her skin.

“Another…image” muttered Avery as she leaned down to pick up her teacup. She studied it but her mind was occupied.

Since her death and revival, she had been plagued with memories. They were memories for sure as she saw herself in them but they were not her either. They carried her face and her mannerisms, yet were different all the same. In every one of them she could feel herself living them and…dying.

They would’ve been passed off as trauma of her experiences, but what she told only verified her suspicions.

When the others went to rescue her corpse, Ra’s set a diversion and believed they had gotten in the nick of time before she was revived. Yet, when they saw the body drop into the pit was non-responsive���they saw that the body looked liked her yet not.

It was an empty vessel.

Only because the soul had moved into a new one.

It had been almost a year since those revelations and since she had been plagued night after night with old, new memories.

Avery begun to walk into the kitchen with the empty pot of tea and cup and basked in the silence.

She was thankful for being alive yet not.

For years, as soon as she remembered, she knew her time was limited. Her involvement with Ra’s in one of his plans only hastened it. That was a curse she had accepted.

Yet, as she lived, she met had lost her parents to the Joker, yet was welcomed into Bruce’s family and more. There she met the team and eventually fell in love with Kaldur. Did she regret her being alive again? Not really.

She just didn’t know what she’ll do anymore. She had tied everything up before she died and now…what was she supposed to do now?

“Avery?”

She turned to the call of her name and saw Bruce.

A soft smile formed on her lips, “Hey Bruce.”

“Hey” said Bruce as he opened his arms a little. Avery padded over, the notion of feeling the cold tiles on her feet still odd.

She went into Bruce’s arm and he hugged her. Normally, true Bruce wasn’t much of an emotional person but he didn’t own an ice cold heart. When she needed him, or anyone, he was there.

“How are you” he asked.

“I’m…better” she spoke honestly.

There was no response as Bruce separated from the hug and looked at her. She used to be a bit taller, coming up at his chin but the top of her head just came up at his collar bone.

“I thought you had work?” asked Avery, confused.

“I was, but there was something that came up” said Bruce, before he gently guided her to the kitchen table. He sat right beside her as he slid over a folder.

Avery immediately picked it up and read the contents.

Bruce spoke as she did, “When you came under my guardianship and it was clear you were staying, I was told of your insurances, inheritances and other things. This is one of them.”

Avery looked at the photos of an old run-down building. It was still relatively structurally sound but it was clear it wasn’t occupied for years. Strange how it was located in one of the prime locations.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving me land?”

Bruce shrugged, “Your brothers held it on for you it seems.”

“Wait what?”

“This building and lot, belongs to you in name.”

Avery gave Bruce a more confused look as Bruce got ready to tell her. Mrs. Friskers had jumped onto the table and Avery absently minded ran her fingers over soft, silk white fur. The vibrations of her purrs going through Avery’s hands.

Chairman Meow roughly jumped into her lap and curled up, his paws making biscuits.

“I don’t understand what’s going on” Avery said truthy.

“I know. Out of what your parents owned and thus your and your brothers are contributed to, this building alone belongs to you. According to the lawyer, it was given to you after the previous owner had passed away.”

Avery looked at the building and moved the pictures to see the paperwork. She read it over and saw the name.

“The Old Nice lady down the street. She was the one who used to own Mrs. Friskers” said Avery, her eyes going to Mrs. Friskers.

The cat simply purred and rubbed her head against Avery’s.

“She used to own this building and when she died, she had your parents hold it until you were old enough to own the building.”

Avery begun to scratch Mrs. Friskers and stared at Bruce. “I don’t know what do with it…?”

Bruce leaned back as Alfred had silently made hot cocoa for the two of them and gave them to them.

“I was thinking at some point we’ll give it a look over. See what it has to offer first.”

“Alright…” said Avery as she took a sip of cocoa. Her other hand pressing against Chairman Meow’s head so he wouldn’t take a sneak bite in.

Avery’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “hold on. How no one tried to buy this?”

Bruce gave a thoughtful look, “People have tried but every time they tried to, something ends up happening to make them unable to buy it before your inheritance. Others have tried to scope it but they end up getting injuries afterwards.”

Avery gave a perturbed look. “Bruce…why do I have feeling it’s cursed.”

Bruce took a sip of his cocoa. “I hope not. I don’t want to deal with magic.”

Avery and Bruce sipped their hot cocoa and let it sink in.

…..

Avery and Bruce stood outside the building. They were joined by the other members and Damian stood right by Avery’s side, holding her arm.

“So…this is the place huh?” said Dick. While he had to take care of a newborn, he was all for it when Bruce told Dick that Avery wanted to go outside and probably need their input.

“Looks rundown”

Tim gave a thoughtful look, “It still looks pretty stable. Just a bit of cosmetic look.”

Avery looked at them, “Hey, it’s not like I’m moving in or anything.”

Jason gave a look and tried to see through the windows, “I wouldn’t be surprised if there are any people squatting in here.”

“Jason!” chided Dick.

“Hey, we’re still in Gotham y’know!” Jason caught the eyes of Avery and he turned away, slightly grumpy. They were still getting used to everything going back to some sort of normalcy and while Avery wasn’t holding onto the hope Jason would come, it still touched her that he still came. Even if Dick had to convince him,

Cassandra narrowed her eyes at the building and just stuck closer to Avery.

“Alright, knock it off. We’re here to check this place out and help Avery figure out what she wants to do with this place.”

With that, Avery walked up to the door with the key. It was an old key, one of those old fashioned keys that had thick metals and engravings. Odd but considering it used to belong to the Old Nice Lady Down the Street, she shouldn’t be surprised.

Avery placed the key into the keyhole, and she gave it a twist. She could feel the audible click and Avery pulled out the key to open the door.

The door swung smoothly, and Avery took a step in. A feeling of rush went through Avery and she shivered. It wasn’t one of those cold shivers that made you jump, it felt…nice.

“You okay?” asked Dick.

“Yeah…just. Something” said Avery.

Damian stepped further in and glanced around the large, empty foyer. “Seems inhabited.”

“No duh pipsqueak” said Jason.

Damian glared at Jason and before he could say anything, they were already walking around. There were layers of dust around and a few missing patches of drywall but otherwise…

“This place looks pretty good. Except for all the dust and…spiderwebs” said Tim.

“Alfred is not going to be happy if he saw this” said Jason. He grimaced at the possibility they would have to help clean this up.

Cass stepped on the floors and pressed her foot down. “Nothing.”

“Yeah…the floors aren’t squeaking…and these are like what hardwood floors too?” asked Dick.

“Seems it was built to last” said Bruce as he inspected the place.

“Can’t believe the Nice Old Lady owned this” said Avery as they went in deeper through the open entrance way. It seemed like this was a kitchen?  

“I think you mentioned her a few times, but who was she?” asked Jason. His hands in his jacket. Avery didn’t try to show any outward surprise that Jason decided to speak to her without anyone telling him to. Not since…

“I never got to see her because before she died, I was still blind” said Avery, “I was walking around the neighbourhood with my dog, Buster, who was basically my guardian. I was walking and just heard someone humming. I followed it and that’s where I met the Old Nice Lady down the street.”

They looked around and the kitchen and it seemed to be an industrial kitchen. There was a large freezer as well. They opened the wooden and glass backdoor of the kitchen and they came across a yard.

“She was nice but never gave me her name. Or I was too young to remember it. She didn’t mind. She gave me candy and we talked. She described things to me and told me stories. Especially ones of fairy tales and magic. I could tell she was lonely and she always thanked me for visiting her. Eventually my family also visited her and when she passed, she gave me Mrs. Friskers to take care of.”

“Wait…if you inherited Mrs. Friskers from her…how old is that cat?” wondered Jason.

“No idea, never got the age from her and I don’t think I’ll ever will” said Avery.

“Looks like this building has several rooms and areas set for private use” said Bruce. Damian who had found a ladder that connected to a floor jumped and took it down, before climbing. He and Tim quickly searched and opened a door.

“Looks like this is an apartment!” said Tim.

“This would make a nice hide out” said Damian.

“Boys!” said Bruce but was exasperated when Cassandra had joined them.

Dick snickered before he turned to Avery, “well it was nice of the Nice Old Lady to give you this place.”

“Yeah…not sure why though.”

They continued to inspect and found that the bottom also had sectioned rooms that opened outside and inside, which led into a main floor where it was a common room. There was a shared kitchen, windows, and such.

In each room on the bottom floor, there was a small kitchen with a small sink and two burner stoves with a simple shower and toilet for the bathroom. Jason whistled, “This would make a nice hideout to crash.”

“Do you think this was used for workers and the owners for a restaurant or something?” asked Avery to Bruce.

“It must as well be. It would make sense for the age of this building where servants and workers would stay on the premises and their room and board would be provided with their work and pay.”

They found the stairway and met up with Tim, Cassandra, and Damian who were up in the wooden beams and the high ceilings.

“This place is huge” commented Dick as he also jumped up to join Damian and Cassandra who were leaping from beam to beam.

Tim had a puzzled look on his face as he analyzed everything. “This place doesn’t make sense, why hasn’t anyone bought this place when it was leased?” he turned to Avery, “not that it’s not great no one has or anything.”

“That’s what we’re here to find out” said Bruce as Avery gave a sheepish smile. He had his arm out for Avery to hold onto as her body was still adjusting.

They continued further and further and found more floors. They were vast and empty as the others with several panes of windows before they got to the top. They accessed the roof and they found out it was 5 stories tall.

They stood from the top of the flat roof that opened and they looked at the city.

“That was nice” said Dick. “I can see us coming here at night to crash.”

Avery stuck closer to Bruce as she shivered from the cold. Her breaths came out white and the next thing she knew, she felt something drape over her shoulders. She looked and saw Jason without his jacket as he seemed to look anywhere then her.

Avery gave a soft smile and everyone else had saw it. They chose to wisely not comment on it and Damian only muttered a “Tt”.

“So…what do you want to do with it?” asked Dick.

Avery gave a thoughtful look. “I…want to keep it a little bit. If the Nice Old Lady gave me it, I should at least honour that. Maybe I’ll live in it for a year and see what it’s like before deciding if I want to rent it or sell it.”

Bruce nodded, “Then I’ll tell the Lawyers to write the paperwork. We’ll clean it together when you’re ready.”

Avery nodded and yawned. Her body feeling drained.

“Looks like it’s time to go home” said Dick as Bruce leaned down and carried her. Avery snuggled into Bruce’s hold as she felt herself growing weary.

“Yeah…I’d like that” admitted Avery.

“I wonder what Pennyworth has in plan” said Damian.

“Whatever it is, it’ll be delicious, and we’ll eat it whatever he has prepared” said Bruce.

There was other talking and murmurings here and there, but Avery just smiled and fell asleep.

…..

A year has passed since her death and revival. A year passed since it had all happened. A year since…

Avery had slowly gotten better and gradually learned how to live. She wasn’t alone and by gods, if she was, she wouldn’t be sane. She had been open with everyone and Avery had finished off her art degree with a minor degree in business.

As planned, Avery and her family and friends has cleaned up the building. They found more and more hidden treasures such as the decorated and coloured windows. The decorated woods that were carved lovingly. They had worked together to make things more presentable and got all the utilities working.

After everyone had worked together and gotten everything together, it seemed much more homey then they believed.

There were even plans to sleep over for a bit.

Bruce, Clark, Dinah, Diana, J’onn, and Oliver were kind enough to help Avery and got stuff like stoves and stuff in.

The Young Justice team had brought their stuff long enough for a month to sleep in, and Avery could almost see Bruce thinking how to get a Zeta tube operating here.

“Wow, this place is great” said Artemis as they all sat around the couches of the “living” quarters. Everyone was cozied together, and Avery was tucked in the arms of Kaldur who kissed her temple.

“Yeah, I can totally see us hanging her regularly” said Wally as he munched on some snacks.

“I wonder if that big kitchen will be set up” said M’gann who had an excited look, “Just think how many baked goods I can make!”

Conner grunted but seemed up for it.

Avery snorted but smiled at their remarks. “It’s only been like a month and you guys have been with me since. I need to see what’s like by myself for a bit.”

“Who says we can’t join you?” said Dick who poked her cheek. Avery swatted at his hand playfully as Kaldur spoke.

“It would be beneficial if we stayed together” smiled Kaldur.

Avery smiled warmly at him and Artemis scoffed at the two.    

“Yeah, beneficial for who exactly?” teased Artemis.

Kaldur gave a cough, his face red with embarrassment. Avery laughed.

Eventually time passed and everyone got into their respective rooms. Well, except Dick who had to go home to take care of baby Braydon. Though, there were plans made for all of them to visit.

There was a “main” bedroom which Avery and Kaldur slept in. It was well in the night and Avery was tucked in the arms of Kaldur who slept soundly.

Avery had always been a light sleeper, but she didn’t want anyone to know she had a harder time sleeping then usual.

Tonight, was one of those nights where she couldn’t relax.

At first she closed her eyes and let them rest but she couldn’t rest her mind nor body. She opened them and watched Kaldur sleep. She reached up gently and brushed her fingers against the side of his face. He twitched but he relaxed, breathing rhythmically. Up towards her death and after her revival, Kaldur hadn’t had the best rest for two years. Avery pressed her ear against his bare chest and closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat.

Avery felt guilty for putting Kaldur in this situation and she couldn’t be more grateful for him being with her. Him and the others.

Sighing in her head, Avery smoothly pulled herself away from Kaldur’s arm and instantly missed the security and warmth that Kaldur provided. She grabbed her robe and tied it around herself before going to make herself some tea.

Some chamomile would help soothe her nerves. She quietly opened the door and with the trained motions of an assassin, walked silently through the room. She went to the communal kitchen and made herself a cup of chamomile tea in a pot.

Good thing she had brought her hot water maker and avoid having to fill a kettle and turn it on. Putting the tea up to her lips, she let the steam warm her face.

Mrs. Friskers brushed against her legs and she smiled, before reaching down to pet her cat.

“I can’t believe this used to belong to her” whispered Avery to Mrs. Friskers. “I wonder why she didn’t…”

Avery had a thought and Mrs. Friskers pawed at the edge of her gown. Avery looked at her as Mrs. Friskers walked and looked back at her, as if telling Avery to follow.

Seeing as she waited for the Chamomile to kick in, Avery decided to entertain her cat.

She begun to follow her cat who walked around and around. The darkness didn’t hinder her as she could see just fine. Whether it’s because of her powers or simply out of training, she wasn’t sure anymore. Taking occasional sips from her tea, she followed Mrs. Friskers. They went up the second floor and then the locked door of the third.

Mrs. Friskers waited her on top of the steps in front of the door, her silky tail slowly moving. “You wanna go in here?”

Mrs. Friksers let out a meow and Avery reached her free hand to the knob. As her finger curled around it, the door knob felt warm and it pulsed in her palm. Avery blinked and she turned the knob.

An audible click was heard and as she pushed, the door jingled. Avery jumped as this door didn’t have a bell and when then there was a bright light. Avery hissed at the sudden contrast of brightness and then it hit her.

“What the hell” gaped Avery.

She would’ve been dreaming except the taste of Chamomile had filled her mouth and not to mention, she dropped the cup. It shattered against the door and she could hear audible movements from down below. No doubt the others were woken up.

Avery stared at what was in front of her and blinked-

Avery woke up the sound of her phone going off. She rose immediately from her bed and turned to the alarm on her phone going off. She felt something tighten around her waist and she looked to see Kaldur right beside her; his face buried into the pillow and groaning.

She blinked in confusion and automatically went to turn off her alarm, before just sitting in her bed and looking out the window.

There was something to her dream yet…why couldn’t she remember? If it was a dream, this was an odd differences to the endless sea of her faces.

Avery forgot everything as Kaldur pulled her down to his body and she snorted and giggled as he gave her good morning kisses.

On the bedside there was an empty cup, with the remnants of chamomile tea.

…..

Avery looked out the window from the first floor of the building. It seemed to be a storefront originally and during the process of getting everything cleaned, she kept having an idea.

“Hey Bruce…what if I said I wanted to open a café?”

Bruce looked at her and it begun to spiral .

Here she was, Avery wiping down the counter after there was a small flurry of people. There wasn’t much to the café as of right now, but she had gotten steady traffic surprisingly enough.

The Cat’s Paw was the Café’s name. It seemed fitting to honour the one thing that was of the original owner.

Avery double-checked her tea stash and coffee beans; refilling them as she went. Empty pots and cups were cleaned and dried. Counters and tables were cleaned and everything was in order. Pastries and sandwiches were pretty much gone, and she thanked Alfred for giving her a refresher.

It also helped she was used to making large servings quickly.

Avery flipped the sign “closed” as she took her break. The screen went down that was still see through on her end, but blacked out on the other end of the two large windows on the front. The only way people could see through was through the little pane of window of the door.

“So, how’s the café going?”

Avery smiled at the voice and the small sounds of babbles and coos. She placed on her face-mask as Emma approached her with little Braydon in her arms.

Avery chuckled as she begun to pull out her personal tea sets and boiled some water.

“It’s been actually going well. I was worried since I know more about tea then coffee; but it seems my coffee skills are good enough” explained Avery as Emma hummed.

“Why don’t you take a seat first. Tea?”

“Thanks yeah. Oh, no-“

“Caffeine, I got it. Muffins?”

“Oh please” said Emma as she took a spot on one of the plush armchairs. She cooed at Braydon as Avery smiled warmly at the sight, before seeping the teas.

She grabbed a couple of muffins and sandwiches before placing them all on trays. With expert hands she carried the drinks and food onto the table where Emma was seated.

Flurry of hands moved with practiced motions and Avery leaned in her own chair, handling her own cup. She watched Emma take a sip of tea and her shoulders laxed.

“This is nice. I needed this, thanks Avery” said Emma. Her face now less tired.

Avery raised her cup slightly towards Emma, “Thanks for visiting. Sorry for not being around often-“

Emma tutted her and dismissed her worries, “You’re family. Besides, I’m just glad you’re settling in.”

Avery nodded as she took a sip of her tea (her face mask put down). There was small talk between here and there before Avery closed shop. She had prepped everything (and Emma couldn’t resist helping her “prep”. There would be abundance of goods tomorrow and Avery had only needed to take care of the prep for the drinks). They all went to her apartment within the building.

Dick had arrived with groceries for the dinner, after he was out doing some errands. There was laughter and chatting, as all four of them had dinner. Avery had waved the new family goodbye and watched them leave; her face relaxing and becoming somber. She let out a sigh before making her rounds. Chairman Meow and Mrs. Friskers following her as she went.

Things were good. She was getting used to her body and getting better. She felt better. However, there was something missing.

Avery padded over to the altar where it had one platform was the Chinese Buddhist deities, then below it was her family. Right to the side was a picture of Lily. One of her best friends and her found-sister.

It had also been a year since she had died since…that day and Jason had blamed her. Partially at least.

She couldn’t blame him but at the same time, Jason seemed to lessen his anger towards her as she suffered through the aftershocks of the Lazarus Pit and more. They still hadn’t gotten to the point they were before, but they were talking.

Avery kept busy with the Cat’s Paw. Which helped a lot. She liked talking to people and focusing on them. Everyone she knew had visited at some point, whether as civilians or as superheroes, and her doors were always open.

Living here too, in the living complex of this building offered her some individuality. She needed to see if she was ready to live alone and for the most part, she was pretty much functional. Didn’t stop Alfred from coming in weekly; whether for her tea or simply checking in.

“I miss Alfred’s cooking,” spoke up Avery to no one in particular. “I kind of miss everyone…even if the others were usually gone for patrol by now.”

Chairman meow gave a huff and Mrs. Friskers meowed at her from her perch.            

Avery huffed at the fact she was talking to cats but moved on. As she did her usual routine and opened the door to her bedroom, she stepped in and blinked in utter confusion.

“What-“

Right in front of Avery’s eyes, was unmistakable the entrance way of Wayne Manor.

“What?”

Avery turned to look behind her and saw two different things. She glanced back and forth and in that time, Mrs. Friskers had jumped through and went down the long hall.

“Mrs. Friskers?!”

Her white cat disappeared around the corner and Avery didn’t know what to do. So she just stood in between the doorway. After a moment, Avery decided to close the door after stepping back into her new home. Her hand still rested on the door knob and she took a moment before opening it again.

There she still saw the long hallway of the Wayne Manor.

She did this a few times before the next time she opened it, she came face to face with the dumbfounded faces of Alfred, Bruce, and Damian; who was carrying Mrs. Friskers in his arms, purring away.

Avery shrieked and electricity flickered in response.

…..

This was when they discovered that the building, they were in was Magic.

In time, they discovered that the entire place was made from magic and was very similar to the House of Mysteries and the Tower of Fate.

Over time, the building begun to change in response to the Master’s needs, which was Avery. The Café of the Cat’s Paw had changed and now there was a second loft in the actual cafe, while providing equipment and more.

They also discovered that the doors could act as entrance ways and Avery figured out, she could have a room full of doors that would lead to specific places. It didn’t stop the House or the Cat’s Paw from opening to anyone in need, however.

She had gotten a few sudden guests that way.

It would later lead others in need and Avery realized she didn’t give up her heroic persona.

It even led others to her café that would later end up being her employees.

It would even bring people closer

……

Avery was wiping the counter of the Cat’s Paw as she had closed for the night. Things had improved when she had started. She had added to the menu with more variety and traffic was improving. The café ended up not just a place for civilians to come by for a small breather, it also ended up being a haven for heroes and villains alike.

The latter usually consisted of those like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, who respected her rules and enjoyed what she had to offer.

Sometimes Avery suspected that those two came here for a date night at times. Poison Ivy would usually leave in a good mood and the plants she had around would look better then ever. Not to mention the green house on the roof with her house would always flourish (though combined with magic, she wasn’t sure anymore).

The Cat’s Paw had made her uneasy but over time, she came to love it. There was something that peaked Avery’s suspicions. It seemed every time someone consumed something from the café, they seemed to be…refreshed or had an added glow. Not enough to be noticeable to the naked eye, but there was a small magical effect.

Avery glanced at the mirror she had found in the basement of the Cat’s Paw, and it was a large decorative mirror. It was set up on one of the walls of the Café, where to most is a regular mirror. It acted as such but overtime, Avery discovered that it was a magic mirror (thankfully with no actual talking entity within).

On cue, there was a soft sound and Avery looked at the mirror as it pulsed. A new guest was coming in.

Avery begun to put on her apron and smooth her clothes. She wondered who this new guest was. As she begun to go through the list of possible candidates. The House shook a bit and there was a flash of light. Avery averted her eyes for a moment and when the light died down, there were a bunch of falling mats. ‘someone is about to fall in’ thought Avery as she begun to check her items.

She looked up at the roof and soon enough a hole had appeared right above. Avery squinted and tried to see what it was like but the tunnel was long and dark.

Then a mass begun to appear, and it got bigger as it went. The figure shot out and landed on the falling mats and the figure bounced a few times. Avery just stood there and watched the figure jump and down, before walking over.

‘reminds me of Alice in Wonderland’ thought Avery before she spoke. “Welcome to the Cat’s Paw. I see you landed yourself here-“

She stopped mid-welcome as she finally observed who it was. Dark hair that was slightly wavy. Dark skin…thin- She was dirty with twigs and leaves sticking to her but there was no doubt.

Avery quickly got onto the mats and grabbed the figures’ shoulders to get a good look at her. There was a protest and Avery stiffened at the sound of the voice.

The figure slapped her hands away and Avery just stood there petrified as the figure brushed away the hair away from her face.

“What in the world-“

Avery’s green eyes widened as she saw who had come through the door. Tears started to prickle in her eyes as she let out a choked sob. Her mouth gaped open in wonder or shock, she didn’t know.

“Lily?”

Lily turned to the sound of her name and her eyes trailed up to the face of Avery as her face was crumbling down. There in front of Avery, was  her friend who was supposedly was dead.

“Avery?” said Lily, “Where am I?”

The Cat’s Paw was full of Wonder and Miracles.

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Chapter 2 Enter the SandMan

Masterlist 

Fandom: Marvel / X-men 

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x OC 

Summary: No matter when she goes to bed Gemma always feels exhausted when she wakes up. 

Notes: special thank you to all the support I have gotten so far on this fic. Gemma has been an OC I have had for some time now but always seem to struggle to tell her story (for some reason)

Also, I feel like not a lot of happening but I promise it will pick up.  

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They had been dealing with these mutants for over a year now. Not consistently but every once in a while they would pop back up. Only stealing weird stuff from power cells. Once they had stolen a whole truck full of household batteries (like AA and stuff). Another time they had broken into a string of car dealerships but only took the engines  

Regardless they would strike and then disappear just as quickly. 

Xavier had said that it was possible they had been causing crimes for longer but the X-men had only come upon them recently. 

Because of their mutant powers he had been worried they would ruin all the hard work he was doing to build a better world where Mutants and Humans could co-exist. They weren’t shy about using their powers both in a fight and when they were busy taking whatever they wanted. 

Peter had never really thought much about it. 

They were just more baddies they needed to fight. 

Until he met one of them on the bus.

Gemma

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Gemma yawned again rubbing her eyes as she turned on her boombox letting the music pulse through the room. James Hetfield’s gravelly voice filled her small bedroom as she changed from her work clothes into something more comfortable for bed. 

It was soothing, the energy pulsing from her speakers. Not that many people would call the tunes of Metallic soothing but she wasn't many people. Sitting down in front of the boombox she hummed along letting the manic sounds flow through her like sparks from a current. As weird as it was to say the fast-paced rhythm was calming she couldn’t explain it any other way. 

Getting up she threw herself down onto her bed letting out a low moan as she buried her head in her pillow. Closing her eyes letting sleep overcome her. Praying it would be a peaceful night. That her body would just rest. Just let her have one good night’s sleep. 

Was that too much to ask for? 

Apparently

Her dreams were filled with weird lights flashing behind her eyelids. Yelling and screaming. Flickers of energy flashing like lighting across her face as monsters with human faces she didn’t recognize danced around her. Their deformed bodies flickering back and forth as if the lighting itself was summoning them. 

And a silver-haired boy. 

Running around her faster and faster. Her headphones on his head.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” 

Gemma found herself laying flat on her back on the hard floor of her bedroom, her body unable to move as she looked up at her ceiling blinking a few times. Reality slowly seeped into her consciousness images from her dreams fading. 

All but one, a silver-haired boy.  

Well man really, but you know. 

“Maybe I need to stop playing music before I go to bed” she muttered sitting up rubbing temples trying to bring some feeling back into her body. It felt so numb and exhausting. As if she had just run for miles. Getting up she turned off the buzzing alarm on her clock before dragging herself into the bathroom to try and get herself ready for the day. 

“Morning!” Drew said as his older sister stumbled down into the kitchen looking like death itself. He would never say it to his sister but later she really didn’t seem… herself. “I made coffee,” the 12-year-old said, holding out a mug.

Gemma smiled gratefully taking it in her hands letting the warmth fill her body before taking a sip. “Ok but why are you the coolest brother ever?” 

Drew shrugged “It’s my gift.” 

“Oh, if only I could be as cool.”

“Maybe someday my young padawan”

“Teach me your ways yoda” Gamma chuckled already feeling the effects of the caffeine bringing her back to life. 

“Speaking of the best movie that has ever been made, are we still on for marathoning tomorrow?” 

“Don’t you have like, cool friends you want to hang out with?” 

“Yeah but my sister said she would make her sugar popcorn and I got a bunch of star wars themed snacks with that money you gave me.” As he said this he pulled out a box of C-3PO's cereal out of the cabinet. “I mean look at this,” 

“I mean, I know I want to hang out with you and quote Star Wars ad nauseam until our sweet dear parents make us turn it off or at least speak with inside voices but I assumed you had like… you know kids your own age you wanted to hang with.”

“It’s the summer we hung out all week. Weekends are our time.”

“Sounds perfect to me. I literally can’t wait.”

After a hearty breakfast of sugary themed cereal and coffee Gemma grabbed her bag and rushed off to the bus stop while Led Zeppelin cheered her on through her new headphones.  

Normally Gemma wasn’t one to really pay attention to the other patients on the bus. Keeping her head down and enjoying whatever mixed tape she had made that week. But as she walked onto the bus that morning she couldn’t help but notice a silver-haired boy sitting at the back. 

Was he stalking her? 

Naw probably just had the same route. 

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Peter was stalking her. All night he had rushed around unnoticed by the small family that resided in the house Gemma had entered.They were your classic American family. Two kids, a boy and a girl (if not a bit of an age gap) with loving parents. They said grace and talked about their days over a roast. 

Picture perfect. 

Besides the constant yawning, Gemma seemed happy. Smiling and engaging with them. Very polite and even seemed to care about the work story her father had to say or what drama Karen was causing in her mom’s sewing circle. 

Shit that Peter would have bashed his head in if he had to listen too. 

Shit, a villain like the woman he had fought wouldn’t sit through. Or at least with a genuine smile like the one Gemma wore. It was like she actually enjoyed family time. 

After dinner, they all watched some TV but Gemma had chosen to rest early. Going to her room where she blasted some music from her stereo turning around letting her hands hover just a few inches from the speaker. This was the first time he noticed any non-normal action from her. Just her standing there, eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth open slightly letting the music wash over her with her hands so close to the sound it was as if they craved it. 

After a few moments she removed her hands then walked toward her bed face-planting on the bed and promptly fell asleep. 

Which was his cue to leave. Yes, he was stalking her but he wasn’t a creeper. Time to find out who this weird girl was. 

A quick break-in and a couple photo books later and he learned she was a VERY average girl. Normal grades, all comments in her yearbook generic like “good luck” “rock on” with a few quotes from songs, all heavy rock and metal. (At least she had a good taste in music) 

There was one thing though, it looked like in her early years she had dark brown hair and eyes which slowly through her teens faded into the white hair and bright blue that she had now. Probably had something to do with her mutation. 

This also confirmed she was one of the four mutants.

Which was almost impossible to believe considering how generic and bland this girl’s life seemed.

It was a puzzle. 

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Their eyes met in that awkward “so should we act like we know each other or not’ look. In the light of day and (in the loosest term possible) rest, the silver-haired boy wasn’t bad looking. Large brown eyes and that laid back “whatever” attitude that Gemma had always fallen for in high school. 

But she wasn’t in high school anymore and he was just some weird guy on the bus.

Deciding to not engage she flashed him a half-smile before taking a seat in the middle of the bus. Ok, maybe she shouldn’t have smiled. But it was that christen upbringing engaged in her. 

Be kind to others.

Or some bullshit like that. 

“You forgot your headphones yesterday.” 

Gemma basically jumped out of her skin when the boy appeared out of nowhere now sitting next to her in the empty seat. Holding out small headphones in one hand for her to take. 

“I…” she checked behind her to confirm that the seat he had been in was empty, it was. “I didn’t forget them,” she said, turning her attention back to him. He smelled good, was that bad for her to think? But he did so maybe it was just more of a fact. Kind of like fun. He smelled like fun. Which shouldn’t have a smell… but if it did it would be how this boy smelled. 

He was still sitting there holding out the headphones for her, a look of confusion on his face. 

“I gave them to you.” she clarified, “So you could listen to some better music than Pink Floyd.” 

“Outch, what do you have against Floyd?”

She chuckled, shrugging, “Honestly I don’t, I just felt like razzing you.” 

The boy shrugged fighting back a smile, (was it ok to like this girl if she was a bad guy?) “Fair.”

Both of them sat in an awkward silence for a while. 

“Well this is my stop” the boy said as the bus slowed.

“Cool, bye” 

And like that he was gone. 

Weirdo.

Cute, but still a weirdo.

Not that she was really one to talk. She was VERY far from being normal. 

Turing up her music she leaned back in her chair letting it play as she held the cassette player in her lap trying to make sure she didn’t touch it with her hands. Sometimes her powers would drain electronics when she wasn’t paying attention, especially when she was tired. 

Tired. 

Why was she always so tired? 

Music playing through her head and thoughts of a silver-haired boy played around in her mind as the world rushed past her.

And that was the last thing she remembered. 

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Hi everyone, I know I've lost contact with a few of my friends and readers since I started the Nettled Willow series and I wanted to talk with y'all.

I will be revamping the series. 🎉

I know that I've done this before but when I first started writing here, I was going through some very big changes which negatively impacted both my willingness to write and the content of my chapters (especially the particularly dark turn in the last chapter that I have posted for Nettled Willow).

Since then my life has settled down a little bit and I am in a more stable mental space to be able to integrate the darker deeper themes that I would like to into the story without it digging up negative memories/emotions I had previouly left undealt with.

I will be continuing the idea of the series by starting anew and I'm hoping that you'll join me!

Thank you so much. 💕

-Jae

p.s: if anyone liked "not allowed to love you" i'm gonna hop back on that angst train too

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A watercolour piece I did of my DC Comics OC: Avery/Sprite, Emma/Lioness @call-me-emma @chi-townbatgirl , and Lily @maruthor @ocelysium

Another trio art that’ll go onto @valkyrie-lea

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn these characters and it’s also been a while since I’ve done some proper watercolouring 

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Glitter lights and Dances

Asked @the-shadow-of-atlantis: Jason and Flowers 

Just a little side piece from this story: 

Fandom: DC / Batfam 

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader 

Notes: I just feel like my creativity is kind of tanking. Like I have the ideas but they are kind of dying half way through. But I just started my new job so that might be part of it. 

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A single rose, delicate in his hand. Her eyes flickered from the red flower to the smiling boy’s face skeptical. Rose golden dress shimmered in the shimmering lights that were strung around the gym. The students of Gotham High had decided upon a Star Crossed theme for their dance with a million twinkly lights along with constellations to all the tragedies of old. 

Which is where she was now. Slowly descending into the mass of students looking for her date that had unceremoniously texted that he was going to meet at the school ditching the limo ride over with all their friends. 

Even now as said friends raced into the large room she stood looking for her date. 

Or she was until Jason Todd stood in front of her. 

“What do you want?” the words harsh and matter a fact. They had been at odds ever since he had come back into her life. Bursting in with that loud laugh and those dangerous blue eyes. 

“Aww don’t be like that princess.” 

She bristled at the nickname trying to look around him for her date, trying to escape this infuriating man who seemed to think he could just waltz back into her life. After what he had done to her. 

After he had left her. 

“Are you looking for someone?” he asked faking curiosity, his voice giving him away.

“What have you done!?!” she snapped her eyes finally meeting his, “Jason Todd I swear that…”

“Whoah, Whoah,” he said holding up his hand in defense. “It wasn’t me princess. I mean I guess it was my fault I caught him with his tounge down Amber’s throat.”

“What?” it was more faint, hurt. She had hoped that he would be the one. That this time the guy she chose wasn’t a total piece of trash. 

Figures, he had been too cocky not to try and pull something.  

“You… you going to be ok?” Jason’s soft voice pulling her back to reality. The one where she was at a school dance with no date. All she wanted to do was go home and wallow in self-pity. ���Oh, I know that look” Jason’s hand reached down grabbing her soft one, his fingers still as calloused and rough as she remembered from when they were children. 

“Let go” she mumbled half-heartedly trying to pull out of his grasp, “What do you even care anyway?” 

He chuckled pulling her closer to him not letting her get out of this one. He had finally gotten her. Finally, after all those years, finally had a chance to pretend they were just kids again. That they could concur the world. 

And she looked so beautiful tonight. 

“Just one dance.” he muttered slowly moving her to the dance floor, “just one dance and I’ll let you go home and feel sorry for yourself.” 

“I am NOT feeling sorry for myself!” she snapped that fire coming back into those beautiful eyes. They set Jason alight with excitement. There she was, there was the girl he had fallen in love with. The girl who would climb out her window to run away with him. The girl who had stolen snacks at the opera just for him. 

He wanted to kiss her so badly. 

Not yet, Jason, he reminded himself, take what you can get. 

And tonight he would take one dance. Softly saying, their bodies in time going back and forth. Her firmly in his arms looking up at him as he led her around the room. Faces so close if he leaned just an inch closer he could kiss her.  

Tonight all he wanted was one dance. 

And maybe tomorrow they would go back to their other dance. In the light of day. One where they would push back and forth. One where they argued faces so close if he leaned just an inch closer he could kiss her.  

Tonight he would take one dance. 

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Waves on the shore

@0hmydeku​: Must have been the wind by alec Benjamin?

Fandom: DC / Young Justice 

Summary: Conner keeps noticing the signs, why is no one else? 

Pairing: Conner Kent (Superboy) x Reader 

Warning: mentions of abuse 

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Conner didn’t want to say anything. He wasn’t the kind of guy who did this kind of thing. 

But had no one else noticed the weird bruises on your body? The way your costume had gone from a tank top to you wearing a jacket almost always. Tugging at the sleeves as if you couldn’t cover up your arms anymore.

And it was summer.  

He wasn’t supposed to be the observant one. He barely knew you. Didn’t you have friends? 

Was he the only one who noticed how you didn’t seem to laugh as often? That beautiful sound used to fill the halls of mount justice but now. It felt just a bit more empty. 

Was he the only one?

Sure, they were heroes. Bruises, exhaustion, and sometimes the weight of the world were normal. But none of those signs seemed to add up when it came to you. 

But he didn’t know you all that well. 

“Is everything ok?”

You looked up from your spot where you had been stretching on the mat. Normally you would do it with the rest of the team but lately, -like many things-  you seemed to do things more and more alone. Later in the evening when everyone else was already relaxing. 

You let out a squeak almost jumping out of your skin. Her body instantly going into a defense position. “I… I didn’t hear you come in.” 

Conner frowned, this wasn’t his. But it didn’t feel like anyone else was seeing what he was. He just couldn’t ignore it anymore. Kneeling down so he was matching her eye level he asked again.

“Are you ok?”

She sat there for a moment studying him. Metting his intense gaze with one of her own. 

“I… yeah why wouldn’t I be?” 

He nodded toward the large bruise on your shoulder. Instantly your hand went up to it trying to hide it. You had honestly thought it had faded enough at this point. Plus you hadn’t thought anyone would be here at this point in the day. 

Guess you had thought wrong.

“It’s nothing.” looking away you knew he could tell you were lying. It was just, you honestly didn’t know what to say. 

“Uh, ok” he knew this was a bad idea. Why would you want to talk to him about it? You bearly knew each other. Slowly he got up and turned to leave but something told him to wait, to try. “Well if you ever just feel like talking about… stuff or just want to be around someone. I’m here.”  

It was a smile. A small one but it reached her eyes. Grateful. 

“Thanks.” 

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Conner was just letting Wolf run along the beach sitting on his own while the large white wolf scampered around playfully in the sand. 

“H...Hey.” your voice was broken, bearly a whisper caught up in the wind. So quite he would have missed it.

Turning Conner felt his stomach drop. 

You had a black eye.

“Do… do you mind if I sit with you?” 

“Yeah” he scooted over, not that he needed to, there was plenty of beach. It was more of a gesture really. 

“I… I just. Want to sit,” you mumbled pulling her legs up to your chest watching the waves curl and crash against the shore. 

Conner nodded, “You don’t have to say anything.” 

So they didn’t. They just sat there watching the waves crash along the beach. 

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Time Bomb

Send me a song and I’ll write you a fic

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Fandom: X-men 

Summary: She hit him like a time bomb. And he wasn’t ready for the blast. 

Pairing: Scott Summers x OC 

Notes: Whoops… 

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She hit him like a time bomb. 

Walking into the school like she owned the place. Her large dragon wings folded behind her. She had the power to hide them completely, folding them flat onto her back like a tattoo, but she liked having them out. They were part of who she was. 

Her wings, her smile, her attitude. It was all who she was. 

And Scott had never met anyone like her. 

“So are you going to stay in all night?” 

Scott turned from his studies to see her leaning against her door frame, arms crossed over her chest a mischievous smile on her lips. Wings out and ready. 

“We have a test tomorrow, plus training.” 

“We have training almost every other day and with a class of what… 10 I honestly don’t think these tests are all that important, It’s like we are basically homeschooled.”  

“I just,”

“Let’s go have fun.” 

Scott frowned knowing this was a lost battle, “what did you have in mind?” 

It had been one night of many. Her sneaking into his room begging him to join her on some silly adventure. Sometimes it was a 7-Eleven to try all the flavors at once. Sometimes it was sneaking into a concert she had really wanted to go to. 

Sometimes they were with the others. Laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world. Racing each other across empty parking lots. Sometimes it was just the two of them. All soft smiles and almost holding hands, fingers brushing against each other in a ghost of a touch.

And then one day he told her no. 

She sat on his windowsill with that large smile hand out. Ready to run away from their problems just for a few hours. To pretend they were just like any other kids. 

But he shook his head. They were almost adults. They had responsibilities. They couldn’t keep doing this. 

He shouldn't have said the things he had. He shouldn't have dared her to go. He shouldn’t have pushed her away. 

He should have said what he really wanted to say. 

He should have gone. He should have taken her hand. He should have known. The world was too dangerous for people like them. 

But he hadn’t.   

And now her broken body was in his arms. Like a fallen angel her wings limp under her as he pleaded with a deaf god to help him. 

To let her be ok.

He should have known.

Their love was a time bomb and he waited too long to say I love you. 

And now it was nothing but shattered bone on the floor. 

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Canary pt 18

Canary Masterlist  

Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: They were two souls bound together. Twisted up so tight that the only one that could break their bond was them. 

Pairing: Loki x Reader 

Notes: I don’t want to say goodbye to my Snake and Canary… someone send help! 

I hope this meets everyone’s expectations. If not let me know and I’ll change some things. I MAY turn this into a novel. Like, go back and heavily edit it. I mean why not? Then I don’t have to say goodbye. So if there was anything you guys wanted to see or feel like was missing let me know. 

HUGE THANK YOU: To @bolontiku​ Thank you for being SUCH amazing support and also inspiring this story with your own amazing Loki fanfics. Especially her Mortal series. If you haven’t READ IT! And leave her tons of love.  

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“And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.” I would say that F. Scott Fitzgerald knew what he was talking about except love wasn’t what healed me. 

It was what broke me. 

I was FINE. 

Fine before that… that SNAKE walked into my life and messed everything up. Acting like he cared. Acting like he saw me for anything more than what I presented to the world. 

I wasn’t looking for love. 

I wasn’t some tragic heroine who just needed a missing piece in her life. 

I was complete with myself. 

I can heal myself.

I am strong by myself. 

I am enough. 

So three days of being sad and moping and I rose back up from the shards of my heartbreak. No longer a little canary but a phoenix raising her wings high in the air burning bright with the sounds of her war cries.  

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Two months, that’s how long it had been since the Oger king. Since then the Avengers hadn’t seen anything QUITE like it. Just your normal disagreements among countries and other normal hero work. In fact, it was one of those “normal” missions that Canary was coming back from. Excited to just take a shower and maybe have a cuddle with her pillows while binge-watching the latest season of The Good Place.  

“And here I thought you were gone for good” 

He was perched at the edge of her bed. Crosslegged fingers playing with THAT necklace. - You know the one- A very proud smirk on his face as he looked up at her as she stood in the doorway of her bedroom, mouth agape. 

So she did what any normal girl would do when she sees her ex just making himself comfortable in her bed after spending a week overseas fighting baddies. 

Screams.

“GET OUT!” 

Her words sharp and blunt like a hammer shot like an arrow ready to smash him through another wall. However this time instead of crashing into him like it’s intended effect Loki caught the sound of her cries with the necklace. The Saphire gemstone catching the sounds swirling around inside cracking and sparking like lighting. A storm brewing, like the one inside Canary’s heart.  

“If I’m going to be around you I better learn how to protect myself.” Loki chuckled looking over the beautiful gemstone the twinkled back. He had just stolen her words, like some sea witch. Well, this mermaid was having none of that. 

“If, sorry but that’s a no for me.” she folded her arms over her chest leaning against the doorframe. Who did this guy think he was just waltzing back into her life? 

Oh right, Loki. 

“A no?”

“You, being around me. It’s a hard no.”

Loki sighed leaning forward his green eyes reminding her so much of a cat that was up to go good. If there was a glass cup of water he would have spilled it by now, “But why?”

But why? Was he serious? 

She sighed, exhaustion returning to her body as the fight slowly left her, “Just take your necklace and go.”

“I left it for you.” he said twisting it in his hand,  “you and me.”

“There is no more you and me, or did you forget? You are immortal who can live forever and I’m…” Her voice was flat now. The emotion gone, dead. They had been killed when those very words had been spoken to her. Yet there was still some fight behind her eyes as they flashed with each memory of what the man in front of her had done. 

How he had made her feel. 

His hand gripped her arm so quickly she had no time to react. And in a moment they were gone, teleported away. 

The little hero blinked and she was no longer standing in her bedroom but a field of bright wildflowers. 

Canary yellow.  

“Ok go, be as loud as you want. Tell me JUST how you feel.”

“What?” She stood there blinking in shock her brain trying to process what was going on. One moment she was at the Avengers Tower and the next she was… here.

“I know you are mad at what I said. I was an idiot. I got scared and I acted rashly. Let me have it.” 

“Why.”

“What?” 

“Why did you act rashly?” folding her arms over her chest she glared at him. Eyes hard trying to figure him out. Trying to understand what he wanted from her. Why he did the things he did. 

“Because it’s what I do when I start to fall in love I do something to ruin it.” 

“Love?”

“Yes,” He stood before her taking her other hand in his green eyes hard as he held her gaze praying his words would be enough, “you own my heart. You took it in your hands and helped it grow, let it be something I never through it could be. Heard.” 

She didn’t move, bearly breathed as he spoke for fear that it would break this spell. That she would wake up from some weird dream and he would still be gone. That he wouldn’t mean these words that made her heart hurt and bloom at the same time. “When I realized that I just… I wanted to ruin this beautiful thing you have given me before anything else could. But what I forgot was you, my Canary and only I have the power to ruin that.” 

“Who said I was yours?” Her words were bearly a whisper, a prayer. Sent up to all the gods above. Please let this be true. Please. 

Loki chuckled taking a few steps closer to her as he felt their words float around them like petals in the wind. Gently he rested his forehead angst hers, “You are mine, and I am yours. And nothing can tear that from us but us.” 

His words clung to the air, held up like the breath she was holding. Letting it go Canary sighed, “How will I know you won’t leave me again?” 

“Because I can’t.” a promise, soft and sweet. They caressed her like the breath that carried the. “Because I love you.” 

He kissed her then. His touch filled with so much emotion. Sorrow, longing, pleading. His hands moved from her own to her face cradling her as she leaned forward to deepen the kiss. Giving him what he wanted. 

Her love in return. 

It bubbled up inside her spilling out in a burst of giggles. Eyes tight shut as she gripped his wrists. Rays of sunshine bursting through the dark clouds that she never knew were covering her. Breaking through all her walls and swirling around them like music. 

Loki smiled down at her as she laughed in his arms. Basking in her light, reveling in her beauty. 

Because of all the sounds he had ever heard, it was her laugh that he loved the most. 

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Wearing your loyalties on your sleeve

@the-shadow-of-atlantis Gonna jump in on this I always feel weird describing myself to you since you know me 😂A little about your looks recently chopped my hair to a pixie cut and resisting the urge to dye it again Fun facts have a dragon addiction, collect a bunch of stuffed animals, oh I like cosplaying A bit about your personality I like cuddles when I'm down and I love planning trips Number between 1-150 14 Sexual preference bi

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Fandom: Marvel / X-men

Summary: You couldn’t help but push Scott’s buttons just a little. 

Pairing: Scott Summers x Reader (Ship) 

Notes: So I do at some point want to write a Peter Maximoff story but I know how much you like Scott and this idea popped into my head. 

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“Take. It. Off.” 

“What?” you asked fighting off a smile as you stood proudly with your Batfam t-shit in the Xavier school for the Gifted.

“First off, the Batfam isn’t a real team, and second, if you are trying to restart that fight we had when you wore you Avenger’s T-shirt it’s not happening.” 

“Well first off,” You said mimicking his hand motions as you ticked off your reasons “I wouldn’t say that was a fight and more of a debate. And SECOND, are you saying you don’t like my shirt?” 

“No, I do NOT like your shirt, where is your loyalty?”

“NICCEE” Peter said walking by Scott nodding toward your latest shirt, “does our fearless leader disapprove of your latest loyalties.” 

“He wants me to take it off.”

“Ohhh I’m ok with that order.”

“No, that’s not…” Scott sighed rubbing his temples as you stood hands behind your back smiling up at him. You couldn’t help but push his buttons just a little. He was just so cute when he was frustrated. 

But in a way he kind of asked for it since he was the one who had asked you the rest of the team “where your loyalty was.” after you had all rushed out to ice cream. 

Obviously it lay with ice cream… but taking the joke just a bit further was just something you couldn't help but do. Especially when Jean had suggested it as an offhand joke. 

“You know you’re still my favorite right?” You asked taking another step forward so you had to crane your neck to look up at him still flashing him that large toothy grin. He looked down fighting back a smile. “You’re just also so easy to tease.” 

“Yeah, Yeah,” Scott said waving his hand, “you and your unloyalty get out of here.” 

“See you at practice?” 

“Yep.” 

It really only took admitting he was being too uptight. Sure, you knew part of that was from him being nervous about leading the squad, but he was an amazing leader so he shouldn’t worry. 

Which was why you headed into team practice proudly dressed in your retro X-men t-shirt. Two holes were cut out the back for your large dragon wings spread wide ready for training. Fierce and ready to take on anything your leader was going to throw at you. 

The look on Scott’s face was priceless. Grinning from ear to ear at the sight. 

Maybe you should have started with this all along. He was even cuter with… whatever you would call that expression on his face. 

Not that you would ever admit that to him. 

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Canary 17

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Fandom:  Marvel 

Summary: Sometimes all you can do is sleep away a broken heart. 

Pairing: Loki x Reader 

Notes: Thank you to everyone for being so patient with me! Honestly, I don’t deserve you lovely people and all the wonderful comments, reblogs, and likes. I know this chapter is a bit angsty but I promise the next one will be better.  

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The first time I realized I had powers it was like the most exciting yet natural thing that had ever happened to me. As if I had held on to them all along. It was like taking your first steps. Wobbly at first but soon you are running as fast as you can toward nowhere. 

My powers are like another extension of who I am. They come to be as easy as my sight. Seeing sounds around me, the way they float and sink. How some are sharp and some are gentle. 

It is strange how something so unnatural to everyone else is just so natural to me. 

Not like love. 

Love is hard. 

Love makes no sense. 

Love is confusing. 

And as I watched the only man I think I may have truly loved leave me I didn’t know how to react. He had come into my life so quickly and left in the same manner. 

Loud, brash, silent, and mischevious. 

It was like he could see me when no one else. Like he could hear me. He knew things no one else did without anyone telling me. He just seemed to know them.

It was as if our souls just looked at each other and knew they would have an impact on each other. Even before we did. 

The whole ordeal was exhausting. 

And thinking about it made me sick. 

So walking back into my bedroom I curled up in my bed trying to ignore the fact that my sheets smelled like him. Surrounded by a million memories that were so bittersweet I could taste them on my tongue. I could feel them all around me, deep in my bones. 

I slept and slept. Every time I woke I just didn’t have the will to pull myself up. So I laid there. Watching the sun’s rays cast a million different hues through my room. Bright warm noon sun turning into soft orange rays casting deep shadows across my room. Pitching it into the darkness like the deep black that seemed to fill my brain. And then the sun rose again, spilling warm light pooling into my room reminding me of a new world out there. 

A world I wasn’t really interested in at the moment.

After all, I did just vanquish an Ogre king and break up with a God. 

I deserved to stay here.

New world be damned. 

After all, I was safe here in my warm sheets. My pillows held me, took me in their warm embrace. They understood.

They would never leave me. 

I was about to drift off back into sleep when a soft knock caressed my door. 

“Yeah?” 

“Hey Y/N can I come in? ?” 

Steve’s voice was just as soft as his knock as he slowly creaked the door open. His words floating across the room to my cocoon of fluff I had made for myself. My fortress away from the heartache of the world. 

“I’m not feeling like training today.” 

“I mean I didn’t expect it after yesterday but…” his steps were heavy as he crossed the room, the bed dipping slightly as he sat at the edge of it. “I wanted to see if you were ok?” 

I glanced up my gaze meeting his. Arms folded in his lap as he studied me. Those soft blue eyes probably seeing more than I would like. Damn him and his daddy steve leader whatever bullshit magic those eyes held.

“Yeah. Just want to be lazy”

“Are you sure you’re lazy day doesn't have anything to do with a certain… Asgardian?” 

“I’m fine…” My words sharp, harsher than I had meant for them to be. No filter. Steve raised an eyebrow clearly not buying it. “Ok, so maybe I’m a little… hurt. Rejected. But he said he was a god and I’m a mortal so if he wants to think of me that way then why should I bother?”

“You are better than he is.” Steve said, “You are better than most of us.”

“Coming from you that means a lot,” I muttered feeling my heart heavy in your chest. It felt like a sponge, wet and heavy. Part of me just wanted to squeeze out all this sadness. Make it light again. Make you dry. “And I know I should but… I just want to be sad for a little bit.” 

“You are allowed to feel things Y/N” Steve said, my name dancing gracefully across the room as he patting the bottom of the bed where my feet were, frowning he pulled his hand up, a small necklace between his fingers. It’s delicate stone caught the light glistening 

“Here, when are want to come back to us, wash up put on a nice dress and some jewelry and we can all go dancing.” 

I took the necklace confused where had he been hiding that? Had he really gotten me a breakup gift, “I… thank you, Steve.”

“Any time.”

“And… how did you know Saphire’s were my favorite?” 

“Huh?”

His expression matched mine as I held up the necklace, “this stone,” I said.

“That was just at the end of your bed.”

“Oh… well, unthank you then... For the necklace. Thank you for the offer to go dancing. I’ll take you up on that.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” 

As he left I twisted the necklace around in my fingers the silver strands shone in the morning light. While very delicate it felt strong, almost unbreakable. The beautiful sapphire stone was a dark blue that looked like the night sky after the sun had set. Brilliant and blue with a deepness that seemed so vast it could swallow you up.  

Where had this come from?

Then it hit me Loki’s space mistress had said something about a necklace. 

Loki

Letting out a grow I threw it across the room before pulling the blankets over my head. If this really was that necklace I hope it catches fire and burns. I don’t think I would EVER understand that man. 

God

Whatever. 

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“My Son,” Frigga said taking his hands in her own. Loki glanced up at his mother from his seat in the middle of the courtyard where he was sitting. A book in his lap as he lounged on a large couch. A small girl braiding flowers into his long black hair. 

“My Mother” Loki muttered rather dejectedly. The small child looked up at Frigga smiling up at the queen.

“My Lady, he was sad so I’m making him pretty.”

“I’m NOT sad!” Loki snapped trying to pull his head away from the small girl only to have her pull him back into place with slightly unearthly strength. Letting out a sigh Loki resigned himself to his plight opening his book again. This child had just come upon him and forced her services. Normally he would have brushed her aside but lately… he just didn’t have the energy. 

Although normally small children didn’t just come up to him and offer to make him flower crowns. 

His reputation had been ruined. 

Gently the queen mother pushed down the book from her son’s face. Her smile said it all. Soft and caring as if she knew. Of course, she knew. She was Frigga. No matter what Loki tried to do he could not hide anything from her. 

“Have you once again ruined something beautiful? Thor has his hammer and brashness but you are a destruction that is so swift you don’t even see it coming until the wounds have healed into scars.”

Loki rolled his eyes trying to fight back the flood of emotions even the memories of his “swift destruction” had caused. “Mother she was nothing but a mortal.”

Frigga looked over the small girl who was just adding the final touches to her masterpiece in Loki’s dark hair. This hadn’t been the first of their people to reach out toward the moody prince. Many servants and subjects alike had seemed much more comfortable around the brooding prince. He accepted them with his same bark but showed much less teeth until slowly he had let them in. Her son was a different man. Everyone saw it yet no one but the queen herself knew why. 

“If she has made my son the man he is now she must be a goddess.”

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Baptize them in Blood

Anonymous: "This is Love" Air Traffic Controller, a song for you!

Fandom: DC 

Pairing: Jason x Reader 

Notes: I’m writing short stories based off songs you guys send me. Basically these are going to be whatever is inspired when I listen to the song. So the lyrics may not fit it’s about what inspires me. 

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She laughed flipping her hair over her shoulder as she mounted her motorcycle. Another successful date night. 

Turning to look behind her she couldn’t help but smile as Jason mounted his own motorcycle. Holding up holding up the detonator she winked at him before pressing the red button. 

“Keep up, hot stuff.” 

Jason couldn’t help but grin as he revved his own engine. The heat from the blast lighting up the road as they raced into the night. Brewing storm clouds shrouded the city in a layer of gray darkness ready to break at any moment. Much like these chaos bringers.  

Wind whipping across them as they sped through the city chasing each other, two headlights dancing around each other like lighting. Jagged and destructive as it breaks through the darkness followed by the roar of thunder. 

Racing toward their next kill.

“Please I have money!” tears and snot streamed down this shit bag’s face as he looked up at Jason. Why do the evil ones always cry so ugly?  

“Is that why you didn’t let those girls live?” Her voice was behind him. She must have come in sometime during the beat down. “Because they didn’t have money. Discarding their bodies after they couldn’t bring you anymore profit.” her voice like steal, filled with the same hate Jason felt looking at this pathetic blubbering excuse of a man. 

“I… It…” he stammered trying to find the right words looking between Jason and her through black eyes already swollen from the beating he had received. The sound of her heavy boots thudded across the hardwood floor of the private office as she came up behind Jason. Leaning forward she smiled down at the man. 

“I...I… I” she mimicked him before laughing standing up. “Piece of shit” 

“Did you get it?” Jason asked glancing at her his grip tighter on the man’s collar. He was ready to be done with this sniveling jackass. She held up the thumb drive nodding.

“Do your think darlin’.”  

“Wait… what?” the man looked between the couple, “No. NO!” he cried as Jason held up his gun. 

One bullet to the brain was all it took. Brains splattered across the wall, desk and that over priced Persian rug all the woman this man had sold into sex slavery paid for. Turning Jason wiped away some blood from his leather jacket not wanting any of that man on him. 

“I love you” her voice was as soft in sharp contrast to the gruesome scene that lay before them. The reality of the evils that this city held. Jason turned to look at her, in the dark room her silhouette had an almost ghost-like look to it. Something he didn't quite like. “And that you are helping me with this.”

Jason closed the distance between the two of them taking her hand pulling it up to his lips. Moving his helmet away from his mouth he kissed her hand gently. 

“Anything for you.” 

She smiled pulling her hand away so she could wipe a little blood that had gotten onto his face. “Let’s cleanse this town of it’s sinners. Let’s baptize it in their blood.” 

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Canary pt. 16

Canary Masterlist  

Fandom: Marvel / MCU 

Pairing: Loki x Reader 

Notes: A part of me wonders if updates started slowing because I knew this story was coming to a close. I honestly think I have this mental block to ending a story where I don’t want it to end. 

Maybe I’ll go back to this one and add more and make it a more coherent story. 

Then again, I have a lot of fun other ideas for the new year. 

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Normal, what was an interesting word. 

Any life could be considered normal compared to something else. Maybe just having a power was normal. After all, you were just a girl who lived in a normal city doing normal girl things. It wasn’t like you were part of the most powerful team in the world or anything. 

Or maybe being part of the avengers was just normal. Just living your life with people who were just as, if not more, powerful as you. In fact, being around those people could remind you just how normal you were. After all, it wasn’t like you had caught the attention of anyone. You were too normal for that. 

Or maybe having a relationship with a god was just normal. 

Ok no, 

That wasn’t normal.

Not if you were just a normal girl who had lived in a normal town.  

Then again, was really was normal? 

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“I could snap your little neck without even flexing.” 

“What’s the hesitation?” Loki chocked out as the large warlord held him up by his neck. The large ogre’s hand around the Asgardian prince’s neck. Behind him, the beautiful mistress frowned slender arms crossed over her chest. 

“Tell us where it is.”

Loki let out a hissing laugh before being cut off by the hulking man tightening his gip cutting off his airflow. Several feet away the other avengers were fighting off the Oger King’s army. 

“My sweet prince.” The beautiful mistress of the stars walked toward Loki placing a pale hand on her lover’s arm singling to him to let Loki speak, “Just tell me where my necklace is.” 

Loki’s eyes went from his former lover to the man who would kill him without a second thought. Treaty be damn. (Honestly, he probably welcomed a war against, Oden. They didn’t call him a warlord for no reason.) Then he heard it. That whirring sound. Like a rattlesnake, like the hiss of a mountain lion. 

Warring, angry 

“Oh, my beautiful one,” Loki said flashing them a wide smile. “My canary has arrived.” 

“Wha…” 

“Get off” it was sharp and blunt. Crashing into them and pulling them apart. Loki felt his body being thrown only to slow in the gentle arms of a whisper “got you” 

She was standing there hair flaring like the wings of a falcon. Waves of sound flying around her like feathers. She was a beauty to behold, standing in front of Wanda and Vision fighting alongside her team. Steve let out a barking laugh as took another ogre’s minion in the face. 

“The big guns are here” 

The King let out a scream charging at her. A snap of her fingers and he was gent back. Loki stood up dusting himself before summoning a blade with his reformed magic catching his beautiful ex-lover off guard. She frowned down at the sharp steel pressed against her soft skin. 

“I see you found a new plaything.” 

“She is so much more than anything you could imagine.”

“You were a collector of powerful objects.” 

Loki’s eyes flickered toward his Canary. No longer truly his. She was so much more than his. As he watched her charge at the Ogre king twisting his own screams and threats onto himself. With each sound he omitted it came back twice as hard crashing into his large shield the sheer force pushing him back.  

Loki was an idiot to think that timid woman who seemed to slip from room too room was anything but a goddess among mortals. All that time calling her his canary. 

She didn’t belong to anyone but herself. 

A quick binding spell and the mistress was down her eyes shining up at him seething with pure anger. “You can’t win this,” she hissed before he knocked her out. Her body slumping down on the ground. 

That was when he caught sight of them. The Oger’s guard dogs, large beasts like hyenas only feet foot massive creatures closing in on the queen of sound. 

The pack leader let out a large snarl, teeth barred dripping saliva as he leaped toward Canary. She turned hands up letting her guard down for just a moment. 

Yip

The monster let out a soft whine as Loki stood under him a spree going up from the large animal’s chest clean through his spine. Turning Loki’s gaze met hers. 

“I am here” 

“Seems to me this is your fault.”

“Isn’t it always?”   

Canary turned to him studying him for a moment as if really hearing what he said. Seeing through the bitter vail and maybe reading into it more then she should. 

But that was her thing, wasn’t it? To hear the sounds others tried to hide? 

“Do you have my back?” she finally said, voice soft, words only he could hear. Simple and clean. 

Bowing Loki couldn’t help but smile up at her before muttering a spell summoning another lance from under his cape impaling an oncoming monstrous hound. “Let’s dance.” 

So they did. Locked back to back, shimmers of Loki’s magic as he duplicated himself. Canary pulling the cries of the monsters twisting themselves around the mirages  and back on the monsters.“Best dance partner I could ask for” Loki quipped but Canary just rolled your eyes sending another troll flying. Let’s not forget this man did just make her cry. 

And she wasn’t someone to forget that so quickly. Even if they were fighting trolls and giant dogs back to back. 

It was going to make more than those pretty green eyes and a charming smile to win her back. 

But she couldn’t deny that they both worked so well together. Spinning and twirling until they came face to face with the Oger himself.

“Loki the time has come…” the King said brandishing his sword striding up toward the dark-haired god, “To show you….”

“NO!” the wave crashed into him sending him to his knees. Canary taking a step with each word. “You. Will. Stand. DOWN” 

Her last word was a war cry. Pulled from her lungs piercing through his armor and knocking the King out. 

“Canary” Loki stood behind her, his voice soft. It hurt to hear. Heavy on her soul. 

“I didn’t come back for you,” she said not even bothering to look at him as she walked back to her team. Her family. 

Loki watched her go, somehow watching her walk away this time hurt even more than laying on top of Wanda’s shattered doorframe. 

Yet, he had no one to blame but himself.

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I’m not going to lie, I hadn’t realized how much damage I had done until I walked into the compound.

“Wanda I’m so sorry,” I whispered looking over her broken doorway 

“It’s fine, if my door had to suffer so you could speak your mind it died for the greater good.” Wanda said, “Are you coming down to see them off?” 

I sighed running my fingers through my hair. A headache forming as exhaustion from what had just happened finally catching up to me. Never a dull moment at the Avengers household I guess. 

“I should see Thor off.” 

Wanda nodded coming to my side. “He’s out in the front, or that’s where I left him and Loki. I’ll come with you.” 

Thor met us with a large smile embracing us both warmly. At least someone was chipper after the battle. I honestly felt like I had been run over by a steamroller, both physically and emotionally. 

It had been a day. 

“I am so proud to have gone to battle with you.”

“Yeah, let’s not do that again any time soon” 

“But we had such great fun” Loki’s voice slipped smoothly behind me. Thor’s bright blue eyes drifting from mine to Loki behind him. Turning I sized him up.

“Brother, where did you go off too?” Thor asked, Loki’s gaze locked on mine unwavering there was a glint of something in those eyes. Something that told me he was up to no good. A part of me was glad he was leaving. He was honestly a bit exhausting. All those hidden meanings, those secret glances. It was going to be a lot easier without him here. Especially how everything had ended. 

“Thinking of making a run for it?” I snickered, for a moment Loki seemed to be lifted up at my words. A twitch of the lip with a flutter of his eyes. No, I had no forgiven him but honestly, that was for me to know. It wasn’t like he would be around much longer anyway. 

“Back to Asgard then brother” Loki’s gaze finally breaking with mine to meet Thor’s. Thor nodded at his words holding out his hand for his brother to join him. 

For a moment Loki glanced back at me. I waved back “enjoy the luxury and things that come with it” with that I turned and left. Not in the mood anymore. All those mind games we had played. 

I just needed to rest. And to be as far away from the green-eyed snake as possible. 

After all birds and reptiles have never gotten along. 

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A Million more

@lilacprincessofrecovery​ asked:

I would like an avengers request ship please! I am chubby insecure shy loving caring empathetic and loyal. i am recovering from depression and bulimia my fav color has to be yellow or cream. A bit about your personality. im straight tall a photgrapher who likes to paint and i have few friends.

Fandom: Marvel 

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Ship) 

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“Stop moving” you giggled looking up from your canvas to the very fidgeting form of Loki, Prince of Asgard and god of mischief.

“My muscles are starting to cramp my sweet.” 

You fought back a smile at the pet name he had given you. Something you had thought he called any woman until his confession of love.

“You are the only sweet thing in this wretched existence. The only thing worth gazing upon. If I become blind my only regret would be that I couldn’t gaze upon your beautiful sweetness.”

“It’s not my fault you chose this pose.” you tried to hide your laugh, it would only make your handshake and then prolong his suffering. Although you were enjoying the view yourself quite a bit. “I told you to lay down.”

“And give you a dull option for your rendering of me? Heaven perish at the thought.” 

“Do you know what today is?” you said deciding to change the subject from Loki’s aching limbs. His gaze met yours curiously as you continued adding texture and detail to your painting.  

“What?” 

“It’s a very special day on Earth. One I think you would enjoy a lot. Filled with merriment while testing the true bonds of friendship.”

“Oh?” 

“Yes,” you said before adding the finishing touches of your newest masterpiece. Slowly you turned around the canvas to reveal the large yellow smiley face, “We call it April fools.” 

Loki stood there looking from the large painting to you. For a moment you regretted this. Maybe he wouldn’t get the joke. Maybe he would be angry for what you had done. You had tricked the trickster. 

Three long strides and he was standing above you. Silence and looming as he looked down at you face unreadable. You’re smile fading as you looked up at him. Slowly he reached down and brushed away a loose strand of hair.

“Well played my sweet.” he grinned down, “but there will be consequences for this transgression.” 

“Oh?” no longer worried, his smile telling you he was truly thrilled at your playful joke. Bending down he swept you up in his arms. You squealed wrapping your self around him as he spun you around before laying you down on the warm grass. 

“Hummm now what to do with you?” he playfully wondered aloud before bending down capturing your lips in his own in a deep kiss. Pulling away he studied you tracing your beautiful face with his long fingers. Taking you in like the masterpiece you were. “Although I must say, I am disappointed I won’t get to see the painting.”

“It’s not like you don’t have a dozen photos and drawing already.” you giggled pulling him down again, “how many more does that ego of yours need.”

“A million more,” he mumbled kissing you again, “like the days I want to spend with you. A million more, like the kisses I will be giving you. Only a million more.” 

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Ice Cream wars

@coffee-randomness Gonna jump on here too!: I have brown eyes, skin and curly hair that’s around shoulder length. Fun facts: I usually go to bed with a satin turban to keep my hair from getting frizzy, also love small and quiet places. I’m SHY and quiet and it’s hard for me to meet new people and start conversations, though you can get me talking a lot about things I like/am interest in.  Number: 75. Sexual preference: newfound bi 💕

Fandom: Marvel / MCU 

Summary: Sometimes making a snack turns a bit rowdy than it should when you live with Sam and Bucky. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (ship) x Sam 

Notes: Now I want ice cream

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“Hungry?” 

“Yes” Bucky’s voice was slightly husky from his nap as he came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist as you created your Sunday ice cream. “But I’m in the mood for something sweeter” 

You felt his body shift behind you before his lips brushed behind your ear kissing you. At the sensation you couldn't help but giggle.

“Oh are you?” 

“Yeah” he mumbled pulling you tighter as his lips trailed down from behind your ear to your neck. Letting out a soft moan you moved your head sideways as he traveled down finding that place on your neck that you loved. 

Until his beard brushed against your shoulder. Letting out a giggle you flinched slightly at the tickling. His grip on you tightened. He had just come back from a long ission and things like shaving weren’t top of his priority which meant the stubble was thick at the moment. 

And it tickled.  

“Bucky that tickles,” you squealed trying to pull away only to have him grip you harder.

“Nooooo” he laughed brushing your neck again with his stubble. 

Pulling the the whip cream bottle from the counter you shot behind your hitting him in the face making him let go. 

“Hey no fair” 

“Awww why?” you asked, turning so you were facing him flipping the can. Armed and ready.

“Because,” he said wiping away some of the cream before smudging it on your nose, “I’m unarmed,” 

“Life isn’t fair.” you giggled getting on your tiptoes kissing his cheek where he still had some cream residue. Letting out a chucked he leaned forward nuzzing your face trying to wipe away the rest on you making you squeal laughing.

“Mind If I join you?” Sam’s voice  echoed behind Bucky, glancing over your boyfriend’s shoulder you smiled at Sam. He met your smile with a bottle of Hershey's syrup that you had sent him out to get earlier.

“I bought syrup.” 

“Take notes Buck” you said slipping out of his arms skipping toward Sam giving him a quick kiss which he precipitated. “Always bring a weapon.” 

“Or steal one” was the response as two fluffy marshmallows hit you and Sam. Bucky holding the bag of small fluffy treats ready. 

“Hey now…” Sam said but you were already laughing charging at Bucky.

This means war. 

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Princess Stickers and Leather Jackets with holes

@speedypan requested a ship through my chat.  

Fandom: DC

Summary: Jason never got to know his neighbors

Pairing: Jason Todd x Ship

Notes: I don’t necessarily ship you with Jason like hardcore…. Kind of more of a Crack ship.  

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“Pizza, Nice” Jason looked up to see his neighbors coming up the stairs behind him. You were a young woman about his age with a young daughter. you nodding toward the box Jason was holding. Your daughter tugged at your am glancing shyly at Jason.

“Mommy, can we have pizza?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” you said laughing. “Enjoy your dinner,” you added before ushering your daughter into your apartment.  

You had been the weird man’s neighbor for about a year now. Nothing more than a few quick words here and there. There had been a few times you had caught your daughter sitting with him on the steps leading up to your apartment floor when she got home earlier than you and your father couldn’t be bothered to watch her.

“I’m so sorry” you had said taking your daughter's hand as the neighbor had just flashed you a thin smile, “I can’t believe my dad did that.”

“Not your fault, we all have to rely on people who don’t deserve it.” He said before waving to your daughter “Bye.”

Your daughter had taken a liking to him after that. Always wanting to go over and hang out or do whatever she caught him doing. One day she had even asked you if she could get a leather jacket “With a hole in the shoulder just like Jason’s”.   

Honestly, you had just always thought of him as your hot neighbor and that was it. You never really give him much through.

But looking back now it had all been so clear. So right in front of your face.

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Somedays are just rougher than others.

Some days you come back from a night out feeling like you could take on the world.

And some days you get so beaten up you can’t see straight.  

Today was one of the latter. Which is why Jason Todd had crawled into your bedroom window instead of his own. His world spinning so fast he could barely make it through almost falling face first onto the floor as he made it through.  

“The hell?”

“Why are you here?” he choked out blood from a split lip dripping down his mouth. It hurt to talk.

“It’s my apartment.”

“Shit”

“Ok calm down, don’t move. I’m going to get my first aid kit.”

Jason wasn’t sure he could move he if wanted too. His back resting against her wall as she quickly got up opening her bedroom door. A soft light spread over the room and the sound of the ONE thing Jason didn’t want to hear rang out.

“Mommy?”

His neighbor’s little daughter stood in the doorway holding a blanket and stuffed toy. Her eyes wide as she looked into the room. “Honey good back to bed.” her mother said trying to push her away from the bedroom

“I wanna help”

“I…” she paused looking back at Jason who could only look back with heavy-lidded eyes. “Can you get some water?”

“Ok”

A few hours later Jason was cleaned (mostly) up. A few clean bandages on his cuts as well as some princess stickers for “extra special healing”.

“I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered as she picked up the first aid kit before putting it next to the bed in case Jason needed anything later, “and she doesn’t understand yet.” Her daughter asleep at the foot of the bed curled up in her blanket. A few stickers on her arm as well.

Jason nodded his eyes watching as she picked up her sleeping daughter giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, “I know, thank you.”

Maybe he should get to know his neighbors better.

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