#thor is determined to keep this boy and i don’t blame him

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[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Imagine...finding out there’s fanfic written about you--and even Charlie ships you with Dean

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Warnings: Fluff? Crack? A dramatic fanfic within a fanfic that I got carried away with haha.

A/N: This is kind of ridiculous, but I had fun with it! Also, I’ve never actually seen GoT but it seemed like a reasonable reference from what I’ve heard about it.

“Hey, look who I found!” Sam’s voice echoed through the War Room.

Dean glanced at you from across the table in the library, sharing your surprised expression as you both pushed your chairs away and stood. 

“‘Sup, bitches?” Charlie grinned, making her way up the steps toward you.

“Hey! We were expecting you guys to come in through the main door. We’ve been keeping an ear out.”

Charlie stepped into your outstretched arms and pulled you into a tight hug. “It was a spur of the moment decision, but I decided to stick around a day or two longer than planned! Sam said I could go ahead and park in the garage.”

She let go of you and turned to give Dean a hug too. He smiled softly with a look that was uniquely reserved for her, cradling the back of her head while she pressed her cheek against his.

“Good to see you, Charlie. You know you’re always welcome to stay as long as you want.”

An involuntary smile crept onto your face as you watched them. You couldn’t help the way your heart swelled at the low rumble in his voice when he said her name. There was an undeniable protectiveness in his tone when he spoke to her--the sister he’d never wanted, as he affectionately called her.

When you shifted your attention to her, you noticed she was watching you. Before you could decipher the knowing glint in her eye, she suddenly twisted out of his arms and glanced back and forth between you and Dean. She began swinging her arms awkwardly before opting to cross them over her chest.

“You okay?” Dean asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yeah! Of course...Totes chill...cooler than a pack of peppermints.” She bobbed her head and flashed a nervous smile, twisting her hair around her finger as she struggled to act nonchalant. “It’s just that I remembered something. A story I read a while back--completely random. Totally unrelated to anything--I mean, now I’m starting to ramble. Hah! So how’ve you guys been? Still saving the world from evil sons-of-bitches?” 

“Uh, yeah…” Sam answered, scrunching his eyebrows together. “We stay busy.”

“So what’s on the agenda tonight?” you piped up, changing the subject.

You were hoping to avoid swapping monster stories for a night. Charlie typically assumed the role of introducing you to popular and noteworthy fandoms during her visits to the bunker and, even if the boys weren’t as vocal, the three of you appreciated her knowledge of all things geeky and nerdy. 

“I was thinking Marvel. Y/N, you’re obviously well-versed in the MCU because of your obsession with Steve Rogers--and, you know, clearly you’ve got a thing for the strong, righteous, self-sacrificing hero type. Dean, you could stand to branch out from the Batman references and, Sam, you’ve got this whole Thor kind of vibe going on.”

While Sam and Dean began teasing each other and arguing over “Batman versus Thor,” you gaped at Charlie, wondering what she’d meant by her remark about you having a “type.” You couldn’t help feeling like she was trying to insinuate something, but you shrugged it off and decided maybe it was all in your head.

***

After getting Charlie settled into one of the extra bedrooms, the four of you settled into the Dean Cave and agreed to start with the first Captain America movie. 

Last Christmas, you and Sam had teamed up to surprise Dean with a couch for the Dean Cave. He had originally only had two La-Z-boy recliners and you’d found him fast asleep in the stiff old chairs on more than one occasion. Dean had been over the moon about the extra seating and the three of you had rearranged the furniture so the recliners were angled toward the tv on either side of the couch.

“Dibs on this side of the couch!” Charlie said, diving toward the furthest end from the door.

Although it was subtle, you knew there was still something off about the way Charlie studied all of you. There was definitely something on her mind she was trying to keep hidden from all of you.

“You know, we should probably have some snacks,” you said slowly. “Charlie, you want to come help me grab some stuff from the kitchen?”

“But I’m already comfy in my spot.” She frowned, wiggling her hips to make a point of sinking deeper into the spot she’d claimed on the couch. “Why don’t you have Dean help you?”

When you narrowed your eyes suspiciously, Sam cleared his throat. “Dean, why don’t I help you grab some snacks while Y/N and Charlie...catch up, er, whatever…”

You heard the boys leave the room and waited until their footsteps faded down the hall before you started interrogating her.

“Alright, Charlie--what the hell is going on with you?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” she muttered, scrolling through her phone.

“Bull. We lie for a living and I know there’s something you’re not telling us. So spill.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Okay, so remember the Supernatural books by Carver Edlund?”

“Yeah…”

“The series obviously kind of had a cult following when it was in print, right? Well ever since the unpublished works got uploaded, the following has really taken off. Every once in a while a new one still pops up and the fans love them. And you’re in them now too!”

“I’m...what?”

“I mean it’s just insane and totally got sucked into it too. It’s brought on this whole new wave of fanfiction--”

“What’s fanfiction?” you cut in, struggling to keep up.

“It’s fiction made by the fans about the series. Sometimes they put themselves in the stories and write about working cases and fighting monsters with you guys--”

“Why would anyone want to pretend to do this crap with their lives?”

She stared at you for a moment and frowned. “Because you guys are heroes. I mean, yeah, there’s the whole depressing side of monsters and death and trauma and world-ending apocalypses--but you guys save people. You go on these exciting adventures of good versus evil and a lot of times you win. You save people. The fans really look up to all of you.”

Your gaze fell to the floor as you let her words sink in, but she didn’t give you long before she was rambling again.

“But that’s not even the best part! Everyone ships different OTPs--” she paused, noticing your puzzled expression “--uh, one true pairing… So everyone has a favorite couple they think are soulmates and belong together. There’s stories about Sam with Eileen or Jess, Dean with different people--you get the gist. Sometimes they even make up characters or do these ‘reader inserts’ and imagine themselves with the boys or you but, hands down, everyone’s favorite couple they want to end up together is you and Dean.”

“...what?” 

Your eyes grew wide. It was hard enough to wrap your mind around the fact that strangers who didn’t know you were a real person were reading about your life, but learning they imagined you in different relationships? You’d never admit it out loud, but had it bad for Dean. And hearing you weren’t the only one that wanted the two of you together...

“I’ve gone deep into the fic and I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner!” Charlie shook you from your thoughts. “You and Dean are perfect for each other. For serious. I usually stick to the fluffy stuff because, you know, your entire life is kind of angsty and I don’t like to read about you guys being in pain or, like, dying...again. Although I definitely have to admit I kind of stumbled into some of the smutty stuff and, wow, that was something else.”

You opened your mouth to ask more questions, but she kept rolling.

“Right, you probably don’t know what that means either. Fluff is the cute stuff that gives us all feels, angst is kind of just what it sounds like, and smut is, well...the sexy stuff.”

“You mean people out there in the world write about me and Dean…”

“Going at it like an episode of Game of Thrones? Oh yeah,” she responded, unlocking her phone. “Here. Here’s an example.”

Swallowing audibly, you took a seat next to her on the couch as she extended her phone toward you. Gnawing your bottom lip, you began reading the words on the screen:

Y/N took a deep breath, holding it in briefly before she exhaled and began walking toward Dean’s room. Ever since they returned from the hunt, Dean had hidden himself away in his room--no doubt blaming himself for everything that had gone wrong.

When she arrived at his door, she raised her hand to knock. She hesitated, almost retreating at the thought of him turning her away, but she had to try. She had to get through to him somehow.

She rapped her knuckles on the raw umber barrier and opened the door of Room 11 before he could tell her to go away. 

She spotted him leaning over the sink, staring at his reflection in the medicine cabinet on the wall. His jade eyes flickered to where she stood in the doorway, their reflection somewhat distorted by cracks that spiderwebbed from where he had struck the mirror.

Her heart seemed to drop into her stomach as she imagined him lashing out, knowing he punched the mirror because he hated the reflection staring back at him. Knowing he always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders when he didn’t need to.

Y/N carefully shut the door and locked it behind her--the click of the deadbolt deafening in the silence. Her eyes never left Dean, who refused to turn and face her. She inched toward him, closing the distance until she could reach out and touch him. Gently placing her hand on his shoulder, she guided him to turn away from the mirror. Still, he refused to meet her eyes.

“Dean…” she breathed, voice barely above a whisper as she cupped his face in her hands. “It’s not your fault.”

He squeezed his eyes closed, face contorting with grief and guilt. The ghosts of his past refused to let him go, but she was determined to make him believe that he was worthy, no matter the cost.

Curling a finger beneath his chin, she tilted his head up, waiting patiently for him to meet her gaze. When his dark green orbs finally met hers, she was surprised to see that they were full of longing and desire. They flickered to her lips, making her breath tremble under the intensity of his gaze. Time seemed to slow until it froze altogether.

Anticipation hung heavy in the air as they both struggled against their desire to maintain the friendship they’d always had and the desperate need to finally cross that line. To succumb to the magnetic pull that had always been evident between the two of them.

Dean swallowed thickly before suddenly rushing forward, crashing his lips to Y/N’s as he pulled her into a searing kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around her, trapping her to his chest, afraid it was all a dream and she would soon disappear. But she gladly melted into his embrace, feeling like she was finally returning home, to a place she’d spent her life searching for.

A moan slipped past her lips as he walked her backward, pressing her up against the wall. She gasped, feeling his--

“The snacks have arrived!”

You jumped in surprise, a small gasp of surprise escaping as the boys appeared with armloads of snacks. Confusion and worry painted Dean’s face as he surveyed your flustered expression. Between his scrutinizing gaze and the content you’d practically been caught reading, your cheeks grew warm. 

“Did I miss something?” Dean asked.

“Nope,” you responded much too quickly.

Charlie’s phone had fallen into your lap and, when she began cackling, you whipped your head in her direction and flung the phone at her thigh. You grimaced and the two of you had your own silent conversation as the boys spread the food across the bar Dean had built on the far wall.

“I was just telling Y/N how pumped I am about seeing my favorite OTP tonight,” she giggled.

“Your...what?”

Dean’s arm brushed yours as he plopped down on the other side of you. The accidental contact sent a wave of chills over your skin, making you shudder. You could feel his eyes on you again, but you refused to look at him.

“Oh, I’m so going down with this ship,” Charlie whispered under her breath before continuing in a louder voice. “Nothing--nevermind! Don’t mind me, just thinking out loud...”

“It says here an OTP means...one true pairing?” Your eyes grew wide as you looked to where Sam was reading his phone from where he sat in one of the recliners. “So, uh, ‘in the fandom realm, OTP refers to the coupling of characters--usually from the sci-fi or fantasy genres--by fans who think they make a great romantic duo and envision their lives together and share their imaginings with other fans.’”*

Charlie doubled over, beside herself with laughter. With your lips pressed into a firm line, you glanced at the boys to gauge their reactions. You knew there was no way they could possibly know what you and Charlie had been talking about, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about what Dean might think if he ever found out about the feelings you harbored for him. 

“So...you’re looking forward to Cap and his girl in the movie? I’m so freaking confused,” Dean grumbled.

“Yeah…” Sam agreed, making his way to the tv. “I’m just, uh...I’m gonna start the movie now.” 

“Good idea.” Charlie peered at you out of the corner of her eye. “Plenty of time to read and talk about all those ships later.”

Although you glared at her, trying to hide your amusement, nothing could deter the smug smile etched upon her face. As Sam turned the lights off and you settled in for another relaxing night with your favorite people, one thing was certain:

You were definitely going to have to take another look at that fanfiction.

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[buckybeardreams]

Chapters: 1/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James “Bucky” Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark’s Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn’t want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he’s determined to stay away from him. 

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

Words: 1622

The bar where Tony worked wasn’t exactly high end, but it wasn’t awful. He kinda liked his job, even if his boss was an asshole. His coworkers were great and he got free food on his break, so it wasn’t all bad. Tony was a server, Clint worked at the bar making drinks, and Bucky worked in the kitchen. It was a small place so it was usually just the three of them. 

Realistically, there should have been more employees. Obie was just cheap and refused to hire any more people than was strictly necessary to keep the place running, even if it would run much smoother with a bigger staff. They did have three part timers, twins that attended the local college and Thor, an older Norwegian guy who was always in good spirits, that filled in the gaps in the schedule. Tony was wiping up a table when Brock walked in and Clint whistled, calling Tony’s attention to him before pointing to the door.

“You’ve got a visitor, pretty boy.”

Tony glanced over at Brock and broke out into a grin. Brock smirked when the petite Omega ran up and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Tony accused, but he giggled when Brock scooped him off his feet and set him up on the bar.

Clint rolled his eyes at them.

“Get your ass off my bar,” Clint snapped. “Only paying customers are allowed to get all handsy on the bar.”

Brock rolled his eyes and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and slammed it down on the bar.

“Why don’t you grab me a beer while you’re at it, baby?” Brock smirked at Clint who just smirked back, not nearly as annoyed as he pretended he was.

Brock asked Tony how his shift’s been going and Tony proceeded to tell him about the asshole customer that kept trying to feel him up and how Clint had just about jumped the counter to chase him out of here. Bucky had beat him to it, leaving the kitchen to yell at them for being creeps and throw them out. Even with only one arm their cook could be downright terrifying when he wanted to be.

Tony cut off his recounting of how Bucky defended his honor and then Tony got all upset, because he could totally handle himself and he did not need an Alpha to swoop in and save him, when Clint set down Brock’s beer and pulled him in for a kiss. Brock didn’t stop him immediately, but he pulled back with a groan after a few moments.

“Sorry, angel, but I’m taken,” Brock said regretfully, pulling down his collar to show off a mark that definitely had not existed when he went out last night.

Tony’s eyes widened comically and Brock was too busy snickering at his expression to notice the flash of pain that flickered in Clint’s eyes. Clint swallowed and busied himself behind the bar, so he wouldn’t have to think about what that meant for him and Brock, or about the mark on his own neck that still haunted him when he saw it in the mirror.

“What?” Tony squawked. “I thought we were going to be bachelors forever.”

“Yeah, well, I guess forever has come to an end.”

“We made a pact!” Tony whined.

Brock rolled his eyes.

“We were eighteen, barely more than pups when we made that pact. Besides, you’d feel differently about it, too, if you met your soulmate. I saw him and I knew just like that that we were made for each other. So I dragged him into the bathroom and sucked him off and then I let him take me home. It sounds totally skanky, but I swear it was more romantic than it sounds.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Tony scoffed.

“You’re gonna love him, Tony.”

Tony huffed.

He definitely would not love whatever asshole Alpha had brainwashed his best friend, turning him into a knot loving, Alpha pleasing houseOmega.

“Whatever, just tell me how long I have to find a new roommate,” Tony grumbled, feeling bitter about the whole thing.

He knew that Brock being mated now would mean he would move in with his Alpha. That’s just how it worked. Brock gave him a guilty look.

“He’s coming over to help me move my stuff in the morning,” Brock admitted. “Don’t worry though. I’ll pay rent as many months as it takes until you find someone new. It’s just, well, you know how it is with soulmates. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep without him.”

“No, I don’t know, actually,” Tony snapped.

Of course he did know, and of course he didn’t really blame Brock for finding his soulmate. Tony couldn’t help but feel slighted though. This was a lot to take in and Tony was kinda offended that Brock would just show up and drop something like this on him. He knew that when it came to soulmates everything was sudden, but that didn’t make it easier on Tony.

“Tony, please, don’t be like that. I know you didn’t want this. I didn’t either. You know how much I hated Alphas, but then I met Sam and I don’t know… he’s amazing.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know how it goes. You saw him and felt compelled to drop to your knees and present for him and the moment he knotted and claimed you, you felt whole, like the piece inside of you that was missing suddenly was filled by your Alpha’s presence and bite and his knot and let’s not forget his life giving cum,” Tony said sarcastically. “Yeah, I’ve heard the stories.”

“It’s not like that Tony.”

“So he didn’t knot you and now you’re obsessed with him?”

Brock groaned.

“No, he did, but it’s not as bad as you make it sound. I’m  happy about this. Can’t you just be happy for me?” Brock pleaded.

Tony glared at the ground stubbornly.

“I have a table to wipe down.”

Brock looked hurt when Tony walked away and Clint gave him a sympathetic look.

“Don’t worry. He’ll come around. Just give him some time.”

Tony was upset when he got home and the light in their apartment was off. Sure, it was so late that it was practically morning, but he knew that wasn’t why the lights were off. This time he knew it was because his roommate, his  best friend , who had returned home from the war and came to live with him, wasn’t here.

Tony felt like crying.

He dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes and let his coat fall to the ground. He didn’t care enough to pick them up and put them away. He didn’t care about anything. He just felt numb. Well, he felt hurt and betrayed and jealous, even though he’d never admit it out loud, but he also sort of felt numb, like he was feeling so many emotions that he just couldn’t process any of them.

He headed straight for the bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter, not even bothering to grab a glass, choosing to just drink straight out of the bottle instead. He plopped down on the couch and proceeded to drink his pain away, but ironically found himself just wallowing in his misery.

Tony always said that he hated Alphas and never wanted one, but the truth was that he hated how much he wanted one. Tony didn’t want to be controlled and have his independence stolen from him. He was terrified that he’d find his soulmate and they’d turn out to be some sort of asshole Alpha that wanted him to drop his whole life and be some damn houseOmega.

So yeah, Tony was glad that he didn’t have an Alpha, but secretly he hoped he had a soulmate out there. He hoped that his mate hadn’t died before they met and that they wanted him just as much as Tony wanted them. He hoped that they would have a fairytale ending, like in the stories that he heard as a kid about the kind and gentle Alphas that saved the day and rescued their Omegas. He hoped they’d meet and fall in love at first sight the way soulmates were supposed to and rush off to mate, because they just couldn’t go another second without each other.

Tony wanted all of those things, but he also cringed just thinking about it. He was not a damsel in distress. He did not need some Alpha to come and save him. Tony was just fine on his own. He’d survived this long without an Alpha, though he had to admit he would miss snuggling up to Brock, and Clint on the few occasions that Brock dragged him home and fell into bed with him.

Tony hadn’t fucked either of them, but he had no qualms snuggling up to them while they were sweaty and cum was still leaking out of Clint. He also had no qualms with sleeping on the other side of the bed while they fucked, just so he wouldn’t have to be alone at night. As much as Tony wanted to be fine on his own, he really hated being alone. 

He didn’t  need  an Alpha, but he kinda wanted one. Wanted someone to hold onto, someone to cuddle with and be close to when the night fell and the darkness of his mind crept in like the shadows that surrounded them. Tony wished there was somebody there to pull him out of his mind as he spiraled, laying on the couch, an empty bottle on the ground. He was numb and yet he hurt so much. How was that even possible?

Ch 2

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

Boys are raised to be men. Part 2 - Facts of life

Series Masterlist - Bucky Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Summary: Things are different outside the city. When Bucky moves out of the city to live closer to his father’s best friend, Steve, he meets a peculiar girl from a strange family. She’s loved by everyone in the village and like him, she’s missing a limb. And, to Bucky’s surprise, she’s determined to make him part of her life.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 3368

Author’s note: I am not disabled and I couldn’t ever imagine what it’s like. If you have anything to not about that aspect of the story, please send me a message so I can fix possible mistakes or misunderstandings in upcoming chapters. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates.

The street the Parker/Stark family lives on is a lively one. Most people have known each other since birth with a few odd ones out. When Peter first came to their street at four years old he adored the small village. He liked the way the end of the street leads to a meadow, he liked the playground across the street, and he liked that his sister was there to show him everything. Though most get rebellious around their teen years, you liked showing your little brother around. You were always a peaceful girl and you enjoyed having someone to take care of. That’s also how your spring Saturday group came to be. When Peter started making friends, you took it upon yourself to supervise them at least once a week so they could play in the meadow. And when Tony came into the picture, you would drag him along. Your mother adored seeing the three of you together in the meadow as it seemed to put all of you at ease. You never stopped doing your spring Saturday group. Not even when you lost your mother. You found comfort in seeing the children play. You dragged Peter along in hopes it would cheer him up as well but it never did. He found other ways to mourn. The one thing that you did do together every single year, without fail, is watching the cow dance. Watching the cows come outside for the first time after winter and seeing them buck and gallop in joy is the most wonderful thing to see. It gives a hopeful feeling. After every winter comes spring.

‘Y/n! Two men are waiting outside! Hurry up,‘ Tony yells up the stairs. ‘Don’t yell! I’m almost done,‘ you yell back as you check yourself in the mirror. Your red lipstick looks decent enough, you have done it better but you have done it worse as well. Hair, well, it’s still a bird’s nest but at least it looks nicer than it normally does when you throw it up in a bun to keep it out of your face. Leg? Feels good, seems to be on right, and on full display under your navy wrap dress. You wanted to put on a pair of pants but opted for a dress to make sure Bucky wouldn’t feel like the odd one out. The door to your room flies open and Peter rushes in, jumping straight onto your bed. ‘So you’ve got two toy boys now?‘ ‘Bugger off Peter, I don’t have toy boys,‘ you snap back, hopping on your good leg as you try to put a sock on your metal leg. Not that you need it. It’s just the normality in it. ‘So whatcha think about James?‘ You roll your eyes and sit down on the bed with him to put a sock on your good leg. Hopping on your metal leg isn’t exactly the most comfortable. You ruffle a hand through his hair as you get back up. ‘Why are you interested? From what dad told me, you almost ran when you saw him.‘ Peter pushes your hand away and huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a little child. ‘Don’t blame me. The man looks like a damn gangster with his missing arm and all that.‘ You laugh. ‘I’ve got a missing leg. Am I a gangster now?‘ ‘He rides a motorcycle.‘ ‘First of all, I doubt that. Secondly, so do Thor and Natasha.‘ ‘They’re intimidating too,‘ he yelps, slightly offended at the notion that his own sister is not taking him seriously. ‘Thor couldn’t even hurt a fly if he tried. Okay, I’m off,‘ you chuckle, ‘don’t miss me too much.‘ You walk out of your room with Peter running after you. You close the door behind him while he stomps his way down the stairs. ‘Pick up your feet Peter!‘ ‘Yes miss Potts!‘ You come downstairs after him and do a little twirl for your dad and Pepper who are seated in the living room. ‘What do you think?‘ ‘Oh, you look stunning dear,‘ Pepper awes at you. Tony seems a little less satisfied. He’s used to your normal jeans and shirt combo that you had started to wear more and more in the past few years. Somewhere in his mind, he knows it’s to hide the leg but when you suddenly show this much skin he can’t help but be worried. Though, getting with someone was never a problem for you. Not even in your old jeans and worn-out t-shirts. ‘Yeah, I don’t like it. I don’t want another man sneaking out of my house in the morning, go change,‘ he tells you, gesturing you to go back upstairs. Pepper hits him in the chest with a surprised look on her face. ‘Tony, how dare you? She looks beautiful and I think she’s old enough to decide those things for herself,‘ Pepper defends her. ‘Thank you, Pepper,‘ you smile. ‘No problem dear.‘ ‘Fine,‘ Tony sighs, ‘but just go with the guy instead of bringing him here.‘ You laugh and wave them goodbye. You put on your tennis shoes in the hallway and your winter jacket as the nights can still get quite chilly. ‘You got your phone and keys,‘ Tony yells after you. You do a quick pat-down of your jacket. ‘I do!‘ ‘Have fun!‘ ‘Thanks, dad!‘ You open the door and skip over to the two men waiting for you. They don’t notice you being too deep in their conversation until you step between them and hook your arms around each of theirs. ‘Gents, ready to go?‘ ‘Always,‘ Sam grins at you. ‘Whatever you say doll,‘ Bucky smiles. He looks a lot more at ease in your opinion. You knew he would like Sam.

Crocker’s Folly is an old bar. The kind of bar that you go to, to drown your sorrows in a glass of whiskey while the barmaid shoots you knowing glances. It had been a while since Bucky went to a bar like that. Mostly because the people are friendly and tend to ask too many questions. When he lost his arm he didn’t want to be asked questions, so he’d rather drown his sorrows at home than at a bar. Though this is a nice change of pace. With the nicer spring weather, it seems the bar has opened its outside seating again and a group of people has already pulled some tables together to sit close to a fireplace that would surely be turned on when the night gets colder. You let go of the men by your sides and runs over to the group, throwing yourself around the necks of the two redheads sitting side by side. They cheer as they see the three arrive. Bucky feels a bit out of place. Sam notices and puts a hand on his shoulder. ‘Everyone, this is James Barnes, he goes by Bucky. Don’t ask me why because I do not know,‘ Sam tells the group, ‘Bucky, that’s Wanda, Natasha, Vision, don’t ask, Thor, Pietro, and Loki.‘ ‘You’re seriously going to introduce me with that embarrassing nickname but not the others,‘ Vision asks Sam. ‘Victor isn’t any better.‘ Vision sighs and leans back in his chair. Bucky can’t help but be a little confused at the display. Yet, he doesn’t ask any questions as he is bracing for questions about this arm but they never come. Instead, Thor and Pietro go to work on putting another table with the two they already have to widen the circle while Loki grabs the new arrivals some chairs. ‘Is everyone ready for another round? On me,‘ you announce as you make her way to the door. The group cheers in agreement. You slip inside, leaving Sam and Bucky with the group. Bucky decides to take the middle chair, leaving the chair next to the girls empty as Sam takes a seat next to Loki. ‘When’d you move here,‘ Pietro asks the guy in a thick, Russian accent. ‘A few days ago,‘ Bucky answers, ‘had to get out of the city.‘ Pietro lifts his, almost empty, glass at Bucky as if to accept his answer. He throws the last sip back and puts his glass back on the table. ‘You live next to old man Steve, right,‘ Natasha asks him, leaning forward a little to get a good look at him. Bucky nods. She nods at his nodding and leans back again. “What a strange woman,“ Bucky thinks. But before he can much more of an opinion, you come back outside with a man behind you who’s holding a tray of beer. You help him pass the beer around before you take a seat next to Bucky. ‘To our growing group of degenerates,‘ Sam jokes. The group calls cheers and brings their glasses to their lips, all taking a big sip. After that, it takes the group less than a few seconds to start chatting around. You happily explain everything that needs context to Bucky as the night progresses. ‘Are ya’ll going to the cow dance Saturday,‘ Thor asks the group, ‘not you Y/n, I know you’re taking the kids to see it.‘ ‘The kids,‘ Bucky asks. “Does Y/n have kids?” ‘I take the children in the village out to play every Saturday afternoon,‘ you quickly explain to him. ‘And the cow dance?‘ ‘When the cows come into the fields for the first time after winter,‘ you smile, ‘it’s fun. You should come.‘ ‘There’s a party at the pub after,‘ Sam whispers to him, ‘that’s the only reason all of us go.‘ ‘That’s no true,‘ you yelp in a laugh, ‘you’re all just “too masculine“ to admit you enjoy watching cows frolic.‘ ‘Okay, fair point,‘ Sam admits, ‘but the drinking is fun too.‘ You sigh. ‘Fine, yes, the drinking is fun too.‘

The later the night gets, the more the group divides into smaller groups. Thor, Loki, and Pietro have gone to sit with a group of girls in a darker corner. Wanda, Vision, Natasha, and the bartender, aka Bruce, are sitting on a few couches together and being all cute and couple-y. Sam got lost somewhere. And Bucky and you are still seated next to the heather. Bucky notices how you shoot glances at Pietro who is very obviously flirting with another girl. ‘Are you two a thing?‘ ‘No, it’s just sex,‘ you tell him straight up, ‘but there’s a rumor that that girl has an STD. I don’t like to believe rumors but I am wary when it comes to my sex life.‘ Bucky almost spits out the sip he just took because of the blunt words leaving your mouth. You laugh. ‘Oh come on, you didn’t think I was that innocent.‘ ‘Honestly, I did think that,‘ Bucky tells you between coughs. You smile and take a big swig from your beer, finishing it. ‘You’d be surprised how many people aren’t who they seem,‘ you tell him and get up, ‘you want another one?‘ He nods and watches you go inside. Wow. Little miss “I take the children in the village out to play in the field every Saturday“ isn’t innocent at all. Who would’ve thought? While you’re gone, he takes a second to scan the area. Wanda and Vision are obviously a couple and so are Natasha and Bruce. Then there’s Loki who, according to Y/n, wouldn’t be able to keep a stable relationship if his life depended on it. Thor, who is in love with a farmer’s daughter who doesn’t want him at all. From what Y/n just said, Bucky thinks Pietro is just trying to fuck the whole town. And then there’s Sam. It’s obvious to Bucky that Sam sees Y/n as a sister but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in other women. In fact, he doesn’t seem interested in anyone. Maybe he’s got a girl at home, maybe he’s interested in Y/n, maybe he’s just not interested. Sam raises his hand to greet Bucky and walks over, leaving the conversation he was having with another group of people to come sit with him. ‘Did the little lady leave you,‘ he teases, taking her seat on the opposite side of the table. ‘Nah, she just went to get drinks.‘ Sam takes a peek through the glass doors to see the girl standing at the bar, chatting with the bartender that’s still on shift. ‘You know, I see the way you look at her,‘ Sam tells him, ‘and I get it.‘ ‘I’m sorry?‘ ‘You like her, right?‘ ‘Well, yeah, but not like that,‘ Bucky tells him, ‘I just feel a bit closer to her because of the-‘ ‘The arm, leg thing. I get it,‘ Sam nods, ‘just know that she won’t want to talk about it, but I don’t think you want to talk about it either.‘ The look in Sam’s eyes is brotherly and protective like he’d do anything to keep Y/n happy. Bucky nods, shrinking in his jacket again. ‘Sam, don’t bully him,‘ you call over as you see the two, ‘and you took my chair.‘ The seriousness disappears from Sam’s face as he looks at you. ‘Don’t worry princess, I’ll get you another one,‘ Sam says and clumsily reaches over to an empty chair that is juuuuuust in reach if he leans over far enough. You roll your eyes and put the beers on the table, walk around Sam to grab the chair yourself. ‘Oh, beer,‘ Sam grins and takes one of them. ‘Don’t you dare birdbrain,‘ you snap at him in a joking way as you sit down on your chair. He slowly lifts the glass to his lips. ‘I swear to God, I’m going to castrate you.‘ Bucky laughs quietly. ‘Steve’s going to keep you to that,‘ he tells you. ‘As he should,‘ you reply and manage to snatch your beer from Sam’s hand before he can take a sip, ‘get your own beer you leech.‘ Sam pretends to have been hurt, putting his hand to his heart and crying in pain. ‘On princess, such cruel words from such an innocent mouth,‘ he whines out. ‘Oh shut up, you know my mouth isn’t innocent,‘ you jab back, making Bucky choke on his beer once again. ‘Dammit,‘ he coughs, ‘why do you have to be like this?‘ ‘You haven’t even heard half of it,‘ Sam laughs, ‘you’ll be dead before she’s done if you’re going to react like that every time she says something raunchy.‘ ‘Shut up,‘ you laugh, knowing what’s coming. ‘Am I lying though? Am I?‘ You playfully hit his shoulder. ‘Bucky, ask her how she got Pietro in her bed.‘ ‘Wha- I don’t want to.‘ ‘I don’t want him to either,‘ you chime in, starting to lose control over your laughter as you think back to that night. Jeez, you weren’t okay. Sam turns to Bucky, holding up his hands to be ready to tell this story as big as he can. ‘She grabbed a bottle opener from the bar, put it on his table, and she-‘ ‘No, don’t,‘ you beg, starting to laugh loudly. Your stomach already hurts. ‘She asked him what that was,‘ Sam says and gestures over to Bucky to tell him to answer the question. ‘A bottle opener.‘ ‘Exactly,‘ Sam says, a chuckle through his words, ‘and then she asked him what he was.‘ He takes a second to calm himself down. ‘Don’t say it,‘ you beg him, ‘I was so, so drunk.‘ ‘You weren’t, you had one beer,‘ Sam argues and turns back to Bucky, ‘she told him he was a leg opener.‘ Bucky bursts out in laughter louder than he imagined he would while you pull your legs up to your chest, hiding your face behind your knees as you wrap your arms around them. But you’re not ashamed, you’re just wheezing. ‘Please say it’s a joke,‘ Bucky begs you through laughter-induced tears. ‘It isn’t,‘ you manage to tell him. ‘Oh please tell me this happened when you two were alone.‘ ‘Nope, she did it right when we all sat down,‘ Sam tells him, ‘the man barely had a drink.‘ ‘I was horny okay,‘ you yelp in defense, setting your feet back on the ground. ‘You’re always horny,‘ Pietro yells from his seat. ‘Shut up, this ain’t about you,‘ you yell back. He laughs. ‘Tell them how you made me climb down the drainpipe to get out before your dad woke up,‘ he yells back. Bucky can’t help but be surprised at how open people are with sexuality in a village this small. You don’t seem to care that he just screamed that for everyone to hear and, from the looks you two get, everyone already seems to know.

Around one in the morning, everyone says their goodbyes. Though you told him it wasn’t necessary, Bucky insisted on walking you home and so you’re walking down the street together. At first, it was the whole group but as you got further down the street, more and more people dropped off. Now it’s just Bucky and you. ‘Say, I’ve been meaning to ask,‘ Bucky suddenly says. Your heartbeat rises. What is he going to ask? About your leg? About your family? ‘Why is everyone so okay with being sexual here?‘ You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He gives her a confused look but you don’t address it. ‘Well, we don’t have many choices in partners,‘ you explain, ‘and since we are all friends, no one really cares who does who. Of course, people who are together are off-limits, but like with me and Pietro we do have casual sex but I’m not his only partner and he’s not my only partner.‘ ‘You have multiple partners?‘ ‘Not at the moment,‘ you tell him, ‘I was kind of starting to look for someone to settle down with but I was kind of coming to the conclusion that the one for me isn’t here. This is me.‘ They stop in front of your house. ‘So what’s next for you?‘ You shrug. ‘I don’t know. I might go work in the city for a while, see what’s there for me,‘ you smile slightly but your smile tells a million words. You don’t want to leave but you also don’t want to be on your own her whole life. You’re nearing the second half of your twenties and you’re still living at home because you hate to be alone. ‘How about you? Are you single?‘ ‘I am,‘ Bucky tries to suppress a smile, ‘never quite been in a relationship either.‘ Either the alcohol or this man’s presence pushes you straight into a flirty mood. He is quite handsome. You grin at him, pushing his chest playfully. ‘I’m sure you’re quite the ladies’ man. You’ve got the looks for it.‘ ‘Well, I used to be,‘ he smiles nostalgically, absentmindedly trying to cross his arms while having just one arm. He seems to catch himself in the act and tries to make it look like he was going to scratch his shoulder but you already noticed. ‘I get what you mean,‘ you say with a smile that’s just as pained as his, ‘took me a while to act like me again as well, but at least I win every game of hopscotch. Got enough practice when I didn’t have my prosthetic.‘ ‘And what would I excel at?‘ You stare at him for a second, biting your lip as you think. ‘Do you want me to be PG?‘ ‘Just go for it.‘ ‘Well, you do everything with one hand, so I’d say you’d be pretty great at pleasuring a woman.‘ ‘Okay, never mind, that’s it, that’s my limit,‘ he laughs, starting to move to walk away. You just give him this devious smile, this smile that could mean nothing good. ‘Sure, I’ll be here when you want to test my theory,‘ you wink at him. ‘Let me take you for dinner first doll,‘ he teases back. ‘Now you’ve gone too far,‘ you chuckle, ‘I take free food very seriously.‘ He laughs at your response, finally starting to walk away. ‘Good night Y/n.‘ ‘Night!‘

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Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (rewrite) CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 27/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in.  Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS:  This is a rewrite of the original work of the same name.  Also on AO3 here

Loki pulled his horse to a stop and Sigyn was forced to follow suit.  The two of them were at the back of the group, so it took Thor and his idiot friends a few paces to realize they’d stopped.  They slowed their horses, to wait for Sig and Loki to catch up.  Somehow the morons seemed to realize that they were in the middle of an important conversation and didn’t come interrupt or eavesdrop.  Which was frankly amazing. 

Loki had a serious look on his face when he turned to Sig.  “Explain,” he ordered her firmly, his voice nearly icy.  He softened a little when he added “Please.”  He did try to remember that he was talking with his soulmate.

Sig didn’t quickly know what explanation he was asking for, but she started talking anyway.  She didn’t want to upset him, and he really did deserve the truth.  “I told you the Gray Lords are the most powerful of the fae. I have the magical power and physical fighting ability to qualify. I was ‘awarded’ the title when I came of age…” she was leaving a lot out, but that was the bare bones of it.  Loki reevaluated the scars she hadn’t been coherent enough to hide back behind her illusions after closing the doorway.  She wondered what he was looking at and blushed when she saw her arms and realized her scars were visible.  She quickly threw her illusions back into place.  She looked exactly the same, but minus the old battle scars from her fighting for her life for her entire life. 

Loki didn’t comment, though she knew he’d question her about the scars later.  Instead he asked:  “So you technically have a noble standing among the fae?” he was trying to get his head around what a Gray Lord was.

She nodded her agreement. “I do. I was the first new Gray Lord in at least 500 years,” she added as if that mattered.

Loki looked impressed anyway, though he didn’t really understand.  He considered more implications of Sig being among the Gray Lords.  “Will they try and bring you back to Underhill?” he asked.  That was the biggest concern at the moment.  

Sig considered, then nodded again.  “It looks really bad on the court that one of the Gray Lords abandoned Underhill in preference of the mortal realms…” she explained.  It really did look bad on them that she’d left.  They’d been searching for her since she had, which is why she’d had to hide on Midgard.  The court also wanted her powers and skills for themselves.  They weren’t going to let her stay free easily. 

“When, in reality, they know you aren’t truly fae? That you were born an Asgardian goddess?”

“I don’t think they realized that I’m an Asgardian goddess. They don’t know much about Asgard. And probably assumed only the royal family receives godhead,” she explained with a shrug.  She hadn’t known until Odin had announced hers that she was a goddess.  She owed Loki another explanation, though. “Also the Gray Lords are higher ranked than simple nobility,” she told him.  “We’re the princes and princesses of the fae, at least in terms as you would understand them,”

Loki nodded, accepting her explanation.  “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Probably a lot of things, but none urgent,” she replied with a smirk.  Of course there were tons more things he probably needed to know.  She just couldn’t think what they were at the moment. 

“Will you tell me when we get back to the palace?” he asked, misunderstanding what she meant.

“I just meant that I’m sure there are things I’m not thinking of that you ought to know or would want to know. I’ll tell you if or when they become important or come to me,” she told him warmly.

“Alright. I can agree to that,”

“Did she just say she’s a fairy princess?” Fandral demanded loudly.  Apparently they’d wandered back close enough to eavesdrop.  Sig blushed and got shy again, curling in on herself.  

Loki glared at Fandral.  “Would you shut up, you imbecile?” he snarled, jumping to defend his soulbond.

“But she’s a fairy princess!!” Fandral protested loudly as if it really mattered what her rank was. Or that she was half fae.

“She is of nobility in two different realms. What of it?” he asked Fandral as if Fandral was stupid.  He was correct of course.  Thor’s moronic friends were morons.  Fandral most especially.

 Sig groaned since she saw the childlike glee on Fandral’s face.  He was annoying and obsessed with the fact that he thought this was some kind of fairy tale.  “The courts of the fae are nothing like the fairy stories we were told as children, you moron,” she glared at him.  She had to get this point across to him now before he did something stupid.  “Do you really think I would have gone through so much to escape if they were? Now kindly shut up about it before I let Loki stab you,” she growled.  She was uncomfortable drawing so much attention or being so firm, but he had to know.  It was important.

Loki smirked, looking proud of Sig.  “You should listen to her, Fandral. I’m about ready to stab you anyway,” he added the last nonchalantly.  He was just so casual about the prospect of stabbing his brother’s moronic friend.  Sig didn’t blame him.  At all.

Fandral wisely shut up.  

The group rode for awhile longer and reached the area of the fourth gate midmorning.  Sig put her book away as she got near, since she could sense potential danger from the fae better than any of the others.  She noted that Loki was sticking close to her.  He was worried after the previous day and how drained she’d been after the last gate.

“There’s nothing waiting for us,” she told the party as they approached.  She was still nervous.  She didn’t trust the apparent safety of this gate.  After the last two were so well protected, it seemed strange that this one was unguarded.  Just because Tilly was allowing her to close the gates, it didn’t mean she was going to be making it easy on Sig.  That wasn’t how Tilly did things.   It also didn’t mean the fae were going to let her, or would make it easy on her if they did.

Loki noticed her nerves and gave her a reassuring smile.  “We will remain on guard, don’t worry, Sig,”

“I don’t like this, not after the last two doorways being so well guarded,” she confessed as she dismounted. They were close enough to the doorway that she needed to walk the rest of the way.  The group dismounted to walk with her. 

Loki stuck close to her side.  “I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” he promised.  Sig could tell that he understood her worry.  He would do anything and everything to keep her safe while she dealt with the doorways.  

The whole group stood around her and the doorway, weapons drawn and alert for danger as she sliced her palm open, summoning the power she needed to close the doorway. She spread her blood across both of her palms and gripped the edges of the doorway and tried to pull it closed.  It wouldn’t budge no matter how much she tugged on it.  She cursed loudly and in multiple languages as she let the power fade.  It wouldn’t close and wasting power wouldn’t fix anything.  

She turned to the group.  “I have to go through.  There’s something on the other side holding the door open,” she told them while they were all staring in awe at her ability to curse like a sailor.  That wasn’t something typical of Asgardian ladies.

Loki looked nervous.  He did not want her going into Underhill when the fae were desperate to get her back to rule in the seelie court. “Can anyone go with you?” he asked her gently.  He wouldn’t let she face the danger along, not if there was anything he could do about it.  

Sig considered that and finally nodded. “I can take two through with me safely,” she told Loki. She also knew that he needed to determine who was coming with her.  “Whoever trusts me the most, or whoever you want to come with us, Trickster,” she told Loki. He would feel better being able to choose who came with the pair of them.  Of course, he was going to be one of the two she brought through with her.  Thor would be the other one he trusted.

They were also much too close to Underhill and the creatures living on the other side to use his name or any variation of it.   Or any of their names.  

Loki nodded and didn’t even consider before he turned to Thor.  “Brother, would you be willing to come with us?” he trusted Thor with his life, and more importantly, with Sig’s and her safety. He had fought side by side with Thor for centuries and while they didn’t always get along, the two fought well together.  

Thor nodded immediately.  “Of course,” he replied automatically.  He seemed offended that Loki had even thought he had to ask.  Thor looked to his friends. “Guard the gate on this end,” he told them firmly as he gripped Mjolnir more securely in his hand.  

Sig looked them both over. She hesitated a moment for what she needed to do next to protect the three of them, but she steeled herself to get it done.  “I don’t know what’s waiting for us on the other side.  I can give us some additional safeguards, if you trust me,” she told them both.  She turned her attention to Loki “and if you don’t mind if I borrow a little power,” she could use Asgardian magic for what she needed to and she knew Loki would rather she use his magic than drain herself more trying to use her own.  

Loki offered her his hand without any hesitation.  “Take what you need,” he seemed relieved to be able to help her in any way, shape, or form.  

She took his hand and after a small nod of thanks, used his power to cast illusions on the boys.  It took a surprisingly little amount of power, mostly due to her own skill and experience.  She lengthened their hair braided down past their shoulders, pointed their ears, changed their eye colors to tri-colored.  She let the feel of fae magic surround them, disguising them as fae.  “That should help at least until we know what we’re dealing with,” she told them.  She couldn’t help appreciate how handsome they looked, disguised as fae. She was so used to being surrounded by handsome fae men and this felt familiar to her.   “Remember, don’t use any of our names while we’re there.  Not even nicknames.  It’s too dangerous when they’re looking for me,” she reminded them firmly.  When they nodded their agreement, she took Thor’s hand too.  She had to have physical contact with them to escort them safely through the doorway. “Ready?” she asked them.  They both nodded and let her take the lead.

Sig kept a firm grip on both of their hands to lead them through the doorway.  She couldn’t let them go until they were all safely through.  Time and locations could get a little wibbly-wobbly when non-fae traveled through the doorways.  It was best to have a fae escort. 

Sig hoped whatever was waiting for them on the other side wasn’t too awful for the three of she to handle and was beyond grateful that she didn’t have to face this challenge alone.

She never had to be alone anymore.

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Who's the strongest and the weakest Bronze Saint in your opinion? I saw your post about the Golds and was wondering if you ever did something similar for them.

The strongest?

Short answer:

Long answer:

Shun is, in my opinion, the strongest of them all. Yes, even stronger than Ikki.  I see countless people saying that Shun is weak and/or useless just because he doesn’t want to fight or because he calls Ikki for help, and I have one thing to say about that: kindness does not equal weakness. Shun is not weak, he refuses to fight unless he has to.  The most blatant example I can give you of his strength is the fight against Aphrodite, the only battle Shun actively wanted to fight. You can see how dangerous he can be, when he’s willing to put aside his non-belligerent attitude. Shun is merciful, he doesn’t want to resolve everything with violence. This doesn’t mean he’s not one of the deadliest fighters out there, if not the deadliest, given his ability. 

Let’s NOT forget Shun was able to hold his ground against Saga, who is said to be one of the most powerful Saints of his generation. He went as far as striking Saga in the Pope’s chamber, he managed to reach him with not that much effort. This is something people often gloss over, but it’s one of the greatest examples out there of Shun’s incredible power.  To fight him, Seiya needed all the help he could get from his companions. Shun, instead, fought by himself, didn’t die or get lost in the Another Dimension, and was able to get his chains near Saga without him being unable to stop the boy.

Most importantly, Shun is depicted as “weak” only in works not written by Kurumada. Non-canon episodes are the only ones in which Shun is not capable of keeping up with the other Saints. This is obviously proof of him being weakened by outside people, and not of him being weak by default. 

Another point in his favor it’s the Seventh Sense: he awakened it during the Sanctuary batte, right? Well, wrong. According to his teacher, Shun reached the Seventh Sense way before that. Or at least, the potential of the Seventh Sense.  Shun cannot be considered weak, and shouldn’t be considered weak, because he’s definitely not. Now, as for why I think he’s more powerful than Ikki, to me it’s obvious that he’s stronger than him. Maybe not physically, in fact I don’t think there’s anyone in the Bronzes that physically stronger than Ikki (no, not even Shiryu), but as far as his cosmo goes...  Ikki has the advantage of not dying, Phoenix and whatnot, but Shun has a more powerful cosmo. You can easily see this by taking into consideration the Nebula Storm, a technique so powerful that, if not controlled, reaches a point when it’s impossible to be stopped. This is incredibly destructive, extremely lethal, and Shun uses it without his Cloth.  This is something similar to what Shiryu does, because they both can access their full cosmo without wearing a Cloth, but Shun has a clear advantage: he doesn’t have a weak spot. Where Shiryu could be easily killed if hit in the right place, Shun doesn’t have that weakness. Which, at least in my opinion, makes him better than Shiryu. 

The last example I want to give you is the immense plot twist of him being Hades’ host.  Not necessarily the fact that he can withstand the soul of a god binding with his own, but the fact that he was able to get the upper hand against Hades.  If Shun was really as weak as a lot of people want to believe, than explain to me how in the everloving Hell did Shun managed to take back control over his body, keep a hold of Hades to give his brother an opportunity, and accept that he needed to die in order to get rid of the deity.  He didn’t last long, sure, but he was fighting Hades.  Not only that, but not long after being freed from Hades, Shun took back his Cloth, donned it, and fought again like he wasn’t just possessed by a deity. He managed to burn his cosmo enough to “unlock” the Divine Cloth despite having endured Hades’ control over his body and soul. To this day, I’m still annoyed at how easily Hypnos defeated him, taking into account what happened just a few moment before. 

This might not be enough to convince other people of Shun’s true potential, but it’s enough for me to believe he’s absolutely the strongest Bronze Saint, and maybe even one of the strongest Saints in general.  Don’t forget that this young man right here can wear the Virgo Cloth. He is the next Virgo Saint, and that’s a given for me. And you know how unbelievably powerful a Saint with that constellation normally is. 

The weakest?

Short answer:

Long answer:

Seiya is... not as powerful as his protagonist status wants us to believe. I’m not doubting his abilities, because he is a Saint after all and he is skilled, but he’s by far the weakest as far as cosmo and physical strength go.  Most of his exploits are made because of his “immense determination” and “good heart”. It’s almost never a believable (believable in Saint Seiya) reason that leads him to victory.  He’s not necessarily weak, because he’s not, but he’s the least powerful of all the main Bronze Saints. Obviously he’s better than the secondary ones, because plot and everything, but he’s not on the same level as his companions.  Most of his victories were attained because he had help, either from Athena or from his fellow Bronzes.  Like I said before, Seiya couldn’t face Saga on his own. He needed the help of four other Saints in order to be on his level. I will be fair, and say that he was able to endure a lot on his own, but what he by himself still wasn’t enough to win.  

He had his fair share of deserved victories, of course, but some of those were so heavily helped by other people’s intervention it doesn’t even feel like Seiya actually did something on his own.  I’m not counting in this the fights he won fair and square, like the one against Aldebaran (sure, he had his annoying moment of “let’s daydream”, but he did win by himself), or the one against Thor. Hell, I’m perfectly okay with him winning against Thanatos.  But there’s countless other moments in which he needed someone’s help or something to his advantage.  For example, the first fight against Shiryu: Seiya won because he was able to spot and hit Shiryu’s weak spot, but he was being devastated before that. Even after tricking Shiryu in shattering his own shield (brilliant move, Marin taught him well), Seiya didn’t have the upper hand.  Against Ikki, Seiya needed the help from all his companions to actually defeat him.  When he reached the stairs leading to the Pope’s chamber, Seiya got easily overwhelmed by Aphrodite’s roses, while Marin (who gave him her mask) didn’t suffer as much from that poison. Against Saga, Seiya was able to use his protagonist bullshit to win because “a Saint fight with his heart!”, but when being faced with the real fight he needed some help. I’m not saying Seiya didn’t have the potential to resist Saga’s technique, like Ikki did when facing Shaka, but it was used in such a way it didn’t look like something coming from his own strength. 

This happens way more in the series, from classic to Hades, and in the movies as well. Seiya is celebrated as this powerful Saint capable of defeating even the gods, but in reality he mostly relied on someone else’s help to achieve victory. 

Physically, it’s painfully obvious that he’s not strong. He is as strong as a normal Saint would be, but not more than the average warrior. He easily prevails only on opponents that are visibly weaker than him, like Cassios (who didn’t have the slightest trace of cosmo), and has a hard time against opponents that are on his level.  It also took a long time for him to understand how to fight Aiolia, but he only managed a couple good hits before being overwhelmed again. He has it even worse in the CGI movie, where Aiolia literally brushes off his attacks like they’re nothing. 

Some might argue that his cosmo his not that weak, because he’s able to wear not only a Gold Cloth, but a Divine Cloth as well. And I say to you: I’m not saying he’s that weak. What I’m saying is: Seiya has potential, but not as much as we’re led to believe.  Seiya heavily relies on the Gold Cloth when he wears it, instead of relying more on his own cosmo. He does the same with the Divine Cloth. 

Compared to his companions, Seiya is relatively weak. Where Hyoga managed to become more powerful than his own teacher (a Gold Saint) and learned both of his techniques, Seiya relied on the Cloth itself to help him with his cosmo. Where Shiryu is able to fight effortlessly without wearing his Cloth, Seiya seems to be unable to do anything if he’s not wearing it. Where Ikki seems to have mastered his cosmo, Seiya still doesn’t know how to fully use it.

He always needs protection, he needs Athena to use her cosmo for him or to reassure him, he always ends up being the only one last standing because other people put their lives on the line for him.  The Hades arc is what described him best: a kid that doesn’t know how to face people bigger than him. Even the fight against Valentine wasn’t his own victory, because Athena helped him from afar. It’s so easy to defeat him, like we saw when Rhadamanthys effortlessly got rid of Seiya. Which, in retrospect, completely erased what Seiya managed to do when fighting him for the first time. 

I’m aware I’m known for my... well, not hate but strong dislike for Seiya. I won’t blame you if you think I put him so low because I’m biased.  But this is my opinion for that, and I’m keeping it. 

[booksonablog]

Who’s got the Groove

Request: “Hey, I wanted to request a supernatural oneshot. The reader is a really good friend of dean and is a professor at university. The boys come into town because of a case. Sam doesn't know the reader yet and is really surprised that dean knows her. I know this is really long, I hope you can do this :)”

Plot: Dean tracks down an old friend, now university professor, for help in a new case. Sam recognizes that not only does he know the professor from a well known article they wrote back when he was in college, but that Dean had a little crush on her back in the day and kept her a secret from Sam.

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“So, tell me again why we’re going to Green-Leaf University?” Sam looked over at his brother as they made their way to the campus.

“C’mon Sammy, don’t you miss the smell of scholarly journals and frat parties.” Dean smirked.

Sam scoffed, “Yeah, Dean - that wasn’t really my thing and we’ve searched through some of those journals at home, why come here?”

“Aren’t you the complainer.” Dean said, opening the university doors.

***

The boys made their way down the hall, Dean had asked the front desk receptionist about a professor, to which the lady said “Professor Y/L/N is down the hall, third door on the left.” and Sam had since been repeating the last name in his head with a furrowed brow plastered on his face.

“Y/L/N! Oh my god, I know her!” Sam exclaimed excitedly, making his brother’s head whip towards him.

“How do you know her?” His voice shrill, before he looked through the small window of the door to see empty seats except for the one where you sat at behind a small desk with a laptop under your hands. Dean knocked before entering immediately after.

“Oh my God, is that who I think it is?!” You locked eyes with Dean, jumping out of your seat.

Dean looked at the ground in attempt to shield his blushing cheeks but he couldn’t hide his grin. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me.” Dean said sheepishly.

Sam couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“How could I not!” You hugged him tight, “And is this -”

“Sam Winchester,” Dean rolled his eyes, annoyed that Sam had to introduce himself. “Dean’s younger brother.” He smiled politely, shaking your hand.

You returned the smile, “Professor Y/L/N, you can call me Y/F/N.” taking a quick glance to engulf the younger but taller Winchester. Both so handsome, you thought.

“It’s great to finally meet you, it only took 20 years.” You poked at Dean to which he smiled with embarrassment. Sam chuckled before glancing over to you.

“Yeah, well, we’re actually here for some information you might have on this case.” Dean said.

“Of course, let’s talk.” You gestured for the boys to sit.

***

The Winchesters had told you about the case they were working on, a traditional ghost hunt. You were a little surprised to hear that Dean was still hunting, but you were more than happy to help. You had handed the boys two files to look through while you searched your laptop for anything that could be helpful.

Sam had pulled back from his files to approach you, and he was nervous.

“Hey, um,” You looked up to watch as he chuckled at his own awkwardness, making you smile. “I just wanted to say, I had read this piece back in college that you wrote, it was a sociology piece on anomie-”

 “Oh my god, yes,” you blushed, “I know which one you’re talking about.” You looked down with reminiscent.

He smiled, “It was so well written, and I couldn’t agree more with your theory-”

“Hey.” Dean interrupted, Sam turned, swallowing his words. You were biting back at grin.

“Think I found something.”

***

Sam and Dean had left, though they didn’t leave without extending an invitation to dinner, though you reluctantly declined as you had a meeting afterwards. Dean promised to keep in touch as they would be back the next day.

***

The boys were hanging their coats in the closet of the nearest motel from the location of the case. 

Dean was taking off his shoes when Sam had asked, “So, how do you know Y/N exactly?” He looked over at his older brother with a devious smirk on his face.

Dean shrugged, keeping his gaze on his shoes and back at the wall before him. “We went to school together.”

“Which one?” Sam half joked.

Dean nodded, being that the two of them changed schools almost every week.

“I don’t know, one of the high schools. Dad was friends with her dad and that’s how we knew each other, we’d hangout after school.”

“How come I never met her.” Sam peered over, daring a sneaky smile.

“You were a kid Sam. You’d mess up my groove.” Dean answered seriously.

“Your groove?” Sam couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

Dean turned to his brother quickly, “Is there a problem here Sam?”

Sam tried to act serious again, shaking his head. “No, no, just curious.”

“Why do you keep asking so many damn questions?” Dean retorted, annoyed.

“I don’t know Dean, maybe it’s cuz’ we visit this girl out of the blue whom you’ve kept a secret for so long and got all flustered for-”

“Woah woah woah, back up, first, it’s not out of the blue, it’s on a case and I just so happened to look her up-” 

“So you didn’t even know she’d be here.” Sam grinned

“Second.” Dean glared, “She wasn’t a secret, dad knew her. And I didn’t get flustered.”

Sam laughed, “Oh c’mon Dean! I saw you turn beat red and weak in the knee as soon as she looked at you!”

Dean walked into the bathroom, “Shut up Sam, stop pushing this middle school crush bull.”

Sam followed him to the bathroom and leaned on the frame, “So you do have a crush on her.” He grinned

“No!” Dean snarled. “I admire her for her intelligence and determination and -” 

Sam faked gasped, “Are you intimidated by her?”

Dean glared at his brother.

“I don’t blame you,” Sam walked out of the bathroom, Dean rolled his eyes.

“She is really smart,” He continued, “And very capable,” He said, laying his tall frame across the twin bed. “Guess we’ll just have to see which one she likes best.” 

Dean peered out of the bathroom, “Excuse me?”

Sam shrugged, “Ya know, which one of us she likes best.”

“This isn’t The Dating Game with the Winchesters.” Dean barked.

Sam smiled, eyes closed. “I know, but you obviously like her,” Dean rolled his eyes as he rested his hands on his hips, looking down at his brother he now wanted to punch. “And so do I,” Dean raised an eyebrow. “And I’ve picked up the vibe that she likes us both too, so - we’ll have to see who has the better groove.”

Dean shook his head, “You’re an idiot.” He said, making Sam laugh to himself as Dean made his way back to the bathroom.

“I have the better groove.” he mumbled to himself.

Author’s Note:

This was a fun one to write, I could literally hear the boys going back and forth in my head 😂 thank you @do-not-forget-your-towel​ for requesting!

[rynhaswritersblock]

trust issues | p.p.

summary: it wasn't peter's fault that he had trust issues after his mentor's death and his most recent superhero friend's manipulation, but it also wasn't your fault that you just wanted to be his friend.

warnings: cussing, angst, fighting, minor fluff here and there. also tony is dead and mysterio is a lil bitch... but hey natasha is alive!

+ + +

"y/n, this is peter. peter, this is y/n."

peter forces a smile, feeling like a ventriloquist outside his body controlling his movements. the politeness in his voice is strained. "nice to meet you."

"you too," you breathe, taking slight note of how dull the boy's expression and tone is. you figured you couldn't blame him, though; you payed attention to the news, and after a bit of poking at natasha, it'd become apparent the amount of trauma he'd been through within the span of a year.

an awkward silence fills the space before natasha sucks in a breath. "y/n, i'll show you to your new room?"

you hum and nod, glancing at peter before following the woman, sighing.

peter watches the two of you walk away, face blank. he didn't really resent you; hell, you just met. he just didn't trust you. better to keep a distance than get attached was his new mindset, and he wouldn't let a pretty girl get in the way of that.

even though you really were pretty.

a deep exhale leaves his lips and he treads off in the direction you and nat had left in, taking his time in walking up the stairs as to avoid encountering the two of you.

+ + +

everything was off.

peter stared at the wall in front of him, blinking hard.

"you don't have x-ray vision, idiot," he mutters, flopping back onto his bed, blowing a curl out of his eyes.

to be honest, peter found this whole "getting the band back together" thing kind of dumb. he and everyone else appreciated natasha's yearn for what the avengers used to be, but it would never be the same without tony or steve. hell, peter didn't even get to have the full experience with everyone, yet he still knew that just as well as the rest of them.

it's not like he didn't wish you were there, a new roommate just on the other side of the wall. it's just that he found it kind of pointless.

a knock on his door makes the boy turn his head. "yup?"

you cautiously turn the knob, peeking your head in. "hi."

"hello."

"do you mind if i come in?"

there it is. the old peter begins seeping in, getting nervous over the idea of a girl being in his room, feeling excited about maybe becoming friends with her. he forgets his paranoid act and nods.

you smile nervously, walking in. "just thought i'd come talk, or... something."

"okay," peter nods. the hint of a crooked smile dares to pull at his lips. "what do you wanna talk about?"

"i don't know, uh, what do you guys usually do around here? when there's not a mission?" you ask, taking a seat at the edge of his bed, cautious.

you didn't know how to feel about the boy. you'd caught him interacting with the others with ease, still a little dull, but not nearly as emotionless as he was with you. if it weren't for that, you'd probably be totally smitten over him.

peter shrugs. "eat. watch movies. train. sometimes we'll have game nights-"

the sound of his breath hitching makes you tense. you watch as his eyes loose any hint of a spark in them and begin to dull as they fall to his feet. your frozen, unsure of what to do before you open your mouth.

"oh, i'm sorry if-"

"it's fine."

the iciness of his voice burns, the irony of it making it hurt even worse.

struck a cord.

his face is blank as you cautiously lift yourself off the bed, chewing on your lips nervously. "goodnight, peter."

the boy doesn't respond. he's stuck in his position, a piece of his old self yelling at him to just look up, apologize, and ask you to sit back down. he hears you sigh, your footsteps leaving his room with the door shutting behind you.

"come on, kid," tony mutters harshly, "give it to me."

"no!" peter yells, boyish laugh filling the air. "first place is MINE!"

him and the rest of the team let out a series of cheers as peter's character, yoshi, crosses the finish line just a split second before waluigi does.

"shit!" tony groans, throwing the controller, giving steve a look as the man mutters "language."

peter can't stop laughing, whooping and jumping on the table in victory. "that's what you get for picking waluigi as your character, mr. stark!"

the boy clears his throat, blinking. he'd kept his streak for too long, and he'd resent himself if he shed one more tear this week.

+ + +

"ah! lady y/n has awoken," thor smiles, shoving an entire pancake in his mouth.

"yes," you say tiredly, attempting to match his enthusiastic tone yet failing, stabbing a few pancakes and flopping them onto your plate.

"how'd you sleep?" rhodey asks. the man hands a fork to you and you almost smile.

this is much better than back home.

"great. whoever payed good money for that mattress has my heart."

clint nods. "tony."

you hear the sound of a fork clattering and stop pouring your syrup. when you look up, everyone's heads are turning in the direction of the stairs, where peter stands.

his hair's a complete mess, a heap of mangled curls paired with a white shirt and fuzzy pajama pants. you almost let yourself stare before you realize the situation and turn back to your pancakes, pursing your lips.

"morning," peter says quietly.

you quietly make your way to sit next to natasha, leaning over to ask and make sure that you weren't sitting in peter's seat. upon affirmation you quietly exhale, shoveling a bite into your mouth and ignoring the fact that peter just glanced over at you amidst the silent room. sam gives you a look that you barely catch and you swallow harshly.

the room is entirely silent as the boy sits across from you at the table, your determination strong as you veer away from looking at him. you didn't want to bring up what happened last night, and you were most definitely sure he felt the same.

"this is nice," bucky blurts. you bite back a laugh.

a few minutes pass as the adults manage to make conversation and you keep noticing peter's eyes flickering up at you. you knew it wasn't really his fault he was an asshole last night; you'd obviously brought up a subject that reminded him of when everything was normal. it wasn't his fault he had trust issues. it was everything that'd happened to him.

you take a deep breath as you feel his gaze. losing control, a frustrated yell erupts from your mouth. "is there something on my face?"

the table turns its attention to the two of you, your faces burning. the air catches in your throat and you cough awkwardly.

"i don't see anything," bucky says, shrugging. sam elbows him.

"excuse me," you mutter, picking up your plate and putting it in the dishwasher, hurriedly heading up the stairs and into your room.

you spin around, shutting the door and leaning against it, letting out a groan. a knock on the door makes you jump with a gasp. "who is it?"

"it's nat. let me in."

you open the door, letting the woman in before shutting it behind her and flopping onto your bed.

"what on earth was all that?"

"peter doesn't like me and things are awkward and he kept looking at me and i don't know i got annoyed!" you blurt, letting out a helpless sigh.

natasha copies your sigh.

"it's not that he doesn't like you, y/n. he has trust issues. how do you expect him to welcome you with open arms after he got his entire world flipped upside down the last time he did that? it took months to deal with the mess mysterio made, and combining that with the death of tony kid's been through a ton."

you sit up, giving nat a look before shrugging. "yeah. can't blame him."

+ + +

the following days were some of the best and worst.

you and the rest of the team got along like a family, all of them accepting you and treating you as if you'd been there from the beginning. you and bucky would often sing along to disney songs, thor would ruffle your hair at any given chance, and wanda and natasha would spend late nights with you watching rom-coms and old movies. scott even made a tiktok with you, ending it by booty-bumping you out of the camera with a mischievous smile.

but then there was peter.

he didn't come out of his room much, and when he did, he'd ignore you and only talk to the others. a boyish laugh would occasionally fly out of his mouth and you'd glance over at him, only to regret it when the two of you met eyes.

the whole situation was extremely fucked up, in your opinion.

you did feel bad for him. it's just that, if everyone else liked you, why didn't he? why did some pact of hatred have to be established within the first twenty-four hours?

"y/n," sam says, poking his head in the door. "you ready?"

you make a face and shrug, tightening your shoelaces before standing and walking over to the man. "as i'll ever be."

the two of you begin walking over to the training room.

"since this is your first session, we won't make it too bad. just introductory," sam explains.

"and you paired me with peter... for what?"

he looks over at you. "because."

a groan falls from your lips and he laughs, smirk on his face as he opens the door for you, giving you a gentle yet playful push into the room and shutting the door. you feel your heart rate quicken as you see peter in the corner, back to you as he wraps his hands.

the boy is donned in a tight white shirt with black shorts, curly hair untamed. you clear your throat and he jumps slightly, turning to look at you. the look on his face makes you freeze.

"hey," he says, just loud enough for you to hear.

"hi," you begin making your way over to him. "uh, what are we doing today?"

"just some combat stuff," he mutters, ripping the tape and setting it down.

you hum, pursing your lips as you grab the tape, glancing over at his hands to try and figure out if there was a certain way you were supposed to wrap it. peter looks up at you, breath hitching as he notices your dilemma. "need help?"

"yeah," you breathe. a sense of self-hatred begins to overwhelm you; you feel stupid. he grabs one of your hands gingerly and begins wrapping it, hyper-focused on his actions as to try and diffuse the awkward situation. "sorry, i've never done this before. i thought we might be using powers-"

"no, yeah, uh, it's fine. that's what i thought my first time, too," peter says, gentle smile taking over his face. your face begins to burn as you watch him carefully maneuver the tape around your fingers, ripping it and switching to the other hand.

the two of you put on your boxing gloves, heart racing as he lifts the ropes open for you to crawl into the ring.

as unsure as you felt about this, peter was a good instructor. he took things nice and slow with you, teaching you about how to properly punch and what uppercuts were. he'd laugh with you whenever you felt stupid and even came up with a safe word for whenever the two of started actually sparring.

"you're not bad at this, you know," the boy breathes, bouncing on his feet.

"thanks," you say, throwing a quick punch, which he narrowly dodged. "i'm betting you're only dodging my throws because of your senses, or whatever."

peter huffs, quirking a brow at you. "if you wanna bring powers into this, we can."

your eyes light up, a glowing, purple portal appearing between the two of you. "really?"

"shit, i forgot you could do that," he mutters, hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. he taps his wrists together, webshooters circling around his arms. "let's do it."

you nearly start laughing from how excited you were. it'd been far too long since you'd gotten to do this.

you raise an eyebrow at peter before leaping forward, through the portal. he jumps back with a small gasp before snapping his head over to the opposite side of the room, where you fall out of the portal and land swiftly. he lets out a laugh.

there it is again.

he raises his hand into the air, shooting a web and swinging to the wall, backflipping off the surface and landing in front of you. the two of you smile at each other before fully going at it, with you bouncing between portals and the boy trying to keep up as you play tricks on him.

"damn it!" peter yells, hand clutching thin air as the portal disappears, his attempt to grab your wrist failing. he slides down the web, landing on the ground and letting out a small yelp as you tap his shoulder from behind. "shit."

"gotcha," you smile.

he sighs tiredly, the two of you grinning mischievously as you catch your breath. with a rush of excitement, you try one of the moves peter taught you, grabbing his wrist and spinning him, pinning him down on the ground.

"hey!" he whines, voice muffled by the concrete beneath him. "not cool."

before you get the chance to laugh, he somehow manages to flip the two of you over, making you the one in defeat. you gape.

"you never taught me that one!"

"gotta have some sort of advantage over you," he shrugs.

a moment of silence fills the space and you notice the look in peter's eyes change from the playful, bright look to a dull nothingness, just as it was befo.

damn it.

the air catches in his throat and he clears in, loosening his grip and rolling off of you. you sit up, feeling incredibly awkward and stupid after acting so close to him despite your past experience. you watch him walk back to the table, head down as he disassembles his webshooters with a sigh.

you cautiously make your way in his direction, feeling just how you had before the session, only worse.

"sorry," you mutter, the sound of the tape ripping from your hands fills the air. he doesn't respond.

+ + +

"parker, y/l/n: you two stick together," natasha orders.

oh.

the team breaks, finishing gearing up before heading out of the quinjet. you quickly step up next to natasha, whispering.

"why did you-"

"y/n, just do it. your training went well, the two of you will get along eventually. might as well start now," she mutters, giving you a quick pat on the back and a nudge in peter's direction.

the two of you only give each other a look of acknowledgment before exiting the jet, following the rest of the team into the HYDRA base. your heart was already racing enough from this being your first mission, never mind the fact that you were now forced to rough it with peter.

you open a portal, letting the team step through before doing so yourself, following them into the closet you'd opened the portal to. after giving everyone separate portals for their respective locations, you and peter go to your own, right outside the mainframe. all the two of you had to do was clear the area of any agents so natasha and clint could get in and hack the system.

the two of you step out of the portal, immediately surrounded by agents.

"looks like we got them all distracted," you whisper.

"woah there, you guys! no need to get all defensive!" peter jokes, sticking out a hand and webbing all their guns together. "jeez, you guys need stronger grips."

a smile begins to creep on your face at the boy's ad libs before you snap back into the reality of the situation, using the moves peter taught you to combat and knock out some of the guys. peter catches a glimpse of you roundhouse kicking one of the agents, a smile creeping on his face before turning and webbing the unconscious agents' wrists together.

one last guard comes running at you and peter just about jumps forward to handle it, but stops when he sees you swiftly grab the man's wrist, flipping him over and pinning him down with ease.

you pant as you hold the agent's arms behind his back, knelt over him before flipping your head back and getting the hair out of your face, a final sigh falling from your lips as you make eye contact with peter.

"i taught you well."

you humph, giving him an innocent smile before standing, watching as peter webs the man's wrists together and the eyes of his mask widen and narrow playfully. you laugh.

"is that your under-the-mask version of wiggling your-"

"uh huh. yep."

the two of you stand there, hands on your hips as you look at the pile of guards. the sound of footsteps makes you jump. you turn, preparing to fight another mob but instead are met with natasha and clint running by, stopping just a few feet ahead of you.

"two of you gonna do something about that?" clint asks, amused look on his face as he points at the pile. natasha smirks and gives you a playful look to which you raise your eyebrows at.

"don't worry, we got it," peter nods, raising a hand in defense as the pair runs off, leaving you and peter alone once more. "maybe you can-"

"yeah," you breathe, opening a portal in front of the pile. you and peter get on your knees, awkwardly pushing them through the portal you'd opened into a porta-potty fifty miles from here, little laughs exerting from your mouths.

you'd never imagined yourself pushing a pile of unconscious HYDRA agents into a random porta-potty.

the two of you continue laughing even after you close the portal, laying on your backs and giggling at the situation.

"y/n, peter, we can see you through the security cams right now," natasha mutters through the comms, the two of you immediately stopping and standing up.

"it's funny," you say, letting out one last laugh.

"kiddos, just go back to the jet and wait for us to finish," sam orders. you can practically hear his smirk through the earpiece.

peter begins to walk towards the door and you quickly open a portal, the boy mindlessly walking through before stopping on the other side of the portal next to the quinjet, turning around and looking at you with a confused expression. he sighs, letting out a small laugh as he shakes his head.

"lazy," he says as you walk through.

"no, efficient!" you retort. he punches the code in and the two of you enter the jet, taking seats on opposite couches.

you slump on the couch, laying down and throwing your legs across the arm. a minute of silence passes between you before you decide to break the silence, hoping you'd finally gained peter's trust. "i can't believe you guys just like... do that all the time."

"yeah, it's pretty cool," peter shrugs, adjusting himself on the couch. he'd already taken off his mask, hair slightly matted, his curls fluffy.

"so," you drawl, trying not to seem to awkward or overbearing. "i'm, uh, sorry about... about everything that's happened to you."

you glance at the boy. he seems caught off guard, and, like every other time, not quite as happy as he was just a few seconds ago. he doesn't say anything.

"i mean, like, everything with tony and then mysterio... i can't imagine what type of trauma-"

"that's right," peter interrupts, "you can't."

you almost choke on air. had that coming, didn't i?

"peter, i didn't mean to-"

"we're not friends, y/n. we may both be avengers, we may live next to each other, but that's it, okay? we've literally known each other for a week, and you're already trying to be buddy-buddy with me. i don't see why every time things are going well, you have to bring up my past and ruin it."

and there goes your temper.

"i'm the one ruining it? god, peter, i ask what you guys do in your free time and you're the one making a big deal out of it. it was a simple fucking question. listen, i get you have trust issues, but don't you think that part of how i'm even on this team is because i went through multiple checks and a serious scan-through of my file? F.R.I.D.A.Y., mr. stark's AI, literally knows everything about me. i have no secrets. so i don't get why you don't wanna be my friend."

peter looks at you. he's leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees and hands clasped, tongue pressing in front of his bottom teeth as he stares. you huff.

"it's not my fault your mentor died and some psycho-maniac decided to manipulate you and ruin your life."

peter seizes up. you look over to the door, where the rest of the team stands, mouths agape and eyes wide.

holy shit.

"oh my god," you whisper. "peter, i'm so sorry, i really didn't mean it, i-"

he stands, ignoring your furious apologies and plopping down in one of the other seats, back facing you. you look back at the rest of the team, expression matching theirs as they begin to file in.

"i'm not even gonna ask," sam says, getting an elbow in the gut from bucky.

"peter, i-" you plead, stopping when bucky raises a hand, gesturing to stop as he sits down next to the boy, wrapping a supportive arm around him.

natasha sits next to you and you scrunch your eyes shut, falling back into the couch.

"what the hell was all that about?" she mutters.

"i don't know," you whine quietly, "every time peter and i are having fun, something happens- usually something i'd said- and peter gets all sour and cold and i hate it. i'm trying to be his friend, but i guess he just keeps randomly remembering that he's supposed to hate me for some dumb reason. and, i don't know, i just got really mad about it and kind of... exploded."

"yeah, kind of," she huffs, making your face burn. "listen, just, give it a night and i'll talk to him tomorrow, 'kay? you both need some time to calm down."

you chew on your lip. "okay."

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a groan falls from your mouth as you stare at the ceiling, flopping your arm on the bed aimlessly.

you'd spent the whole time since you'd gotten back trying to distract yourself. showering, eating dinner (which you both ate in your rooms, refusing to deal with the current situation), watching tv, opening random portals.

you just couldn't get him off your mind.

in the worst way possible.

you look over at the clock. 11:27. you wiggle your foot, anxious to just move or hit something or hit someone. another groan leaves your lips and you stand, walking out of your room and figuring you'd go bully the punching bag. you stop, though, at the sight of peter's door cracked.

the hallways were dark and empty; the adults were always asleep at this time (except for bucky and sometimes sam, of course). a burst of hopelessness makes you walk over, gently knocking.

"yeah?"

followed by a sniffle.

you furrow your brows, slowly walking in and looking at peter, his red eyes meeting yours. you gasp before you can help yourself.

"peter, are you crying?"

he groans, wiping his face and burying it in his hands. "no."

that's when the nurturing part of you takes over. you walk over, sitting next to him and wrapping your arms around him, feeling his body ease into you as a light sob elicits from him. you hold him tighter, expression pained as his body shakes within your hold. his curls are wrapped around your fingers and you gently play with them in an attempt to calm him down.

"it's okay," you whisper.

peter sniffles, body easing as he wipes his face. "i'm sorry, i-"

"don't be sorry," you mutter, shaking your head. "do you.. maybe wanna talk about it?"

he pulls away from you, your arms flopping down to your sides as he clears his throat.

"i just, i don't know, get these panic attacks pretty often. i'll just be thinking about mr. stark or worrying about mysterio and it's all so stupid and irrational but i just get these intrusive thoughts and i just go into panic mode and the only way to stop is to just get over it and go to sleep," he sighs. "then everything's fine."

you feel horrible. "i never should have-"

"i shouldn't have either. i'm an asshole, and i'm sorry."

"you're not an asshole," you laugh lightly, "you just have your moments. and while it wasn't entirely fair of you to take it all out on me, i can see why you did."

he looks at up at you, small and crooked grin pulling at his lips. "i'll be better."

"i will too. hey! i can be like your therapist, or like, one of those boyfriend pillows, you know? but like girlfriend- well, not girlfriend- but-"

"thanks," peter laughs. "i might just have to take you up on that."

turns out peter was a big cuddle-bug.

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bonus: peter walks into your room and only your bottom half is there because the top half of you is in the kitchen making a bowl of cereal

lol this was 4.4k words wowee

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unlikely Bedfellows

This is for a request made by @rightfulkingofjotunheim and another reader on ao3. I hope that you like what I came up with! 💗

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, intercourse, multiple partners).

This is dark!Steve and dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader has a wild night out but it’s only just beginning.

It wasn’t often you got a night out. Usually you were kept late at the Tower, cloistered away in the file room. As chief archivist for Stark Industries, your days seemed never to end and bled into the nights. Wanda had visited you at your cluttered desk and asked you to tag along for her birthday celebration. You were hesitant at first. Nat had apparently chosen a nightclub for her little shindig and you hadn’t been in one of those since university. That had been a particularly eventful night which involved you scrubbing saliva off your neck in the bathroom.

Yet, you couldn’t deny Wanda or a chance to escape from the archives. You weren’t sure who was all going. Tony and Pepper were out of town and Nat hinted that Sam was bringing a few friend. Few was an understatement as he showed up not only with his usual entourage of Bucky and Steve, but the rarely seen Asgardians. Thor was quite at home as he promptly ordered a beer from the bar but Loki was visibly offended by this Midgardian debauchery. You chuckled and stayed with Vision as Wanda went to greet the newcomers. 

Nat was already on the floor with two bottles in her hands, dancing like the queen of New York. You decided to join her and pointed to her spare bottle with a raised brow. She took a sip from each enthusiastically and you shook your head. 

“You know, this isn’t a race.” You yelled over the music. “Besides, don’t you ever get tired of winning?”

“You can’t win if you don’t try, Y/N,” She held out a bottle to you. “Come on and have some fun for once.” He forced the drink into your hand, “Look at you. You’re not even out of those damn librarian clothes.”

“I had to finish up some work first,” You paused to take a gulp. Beer was never your favourite but you weren’t going to bite the hand that fed. “It’s not that bad. I took the blazer off at least.”

“Yeah,” She got close and reached out to pop the button on your blouse, then another, “Mmm, better.”

“Hey,” You shimmed away from her and took another sip. “I think that’s good.”

Wanda joined you, then Sam, and even Thor. The latter took to Midgardian dancing quite well. You were giggling and twirling, swaying your hips. You almost felt like a sophomore again. The rest of your party was hidden around the club. Steve and Bucky were at a table nursing some beers as the flashing lights scarred there elderly temperaments and Loki scowled in the corner with arms crossed; ready to snap at any who dared approach.

The night wore on with pumping bass and a few more beers. Sam had managed to convince Bucky to join you but not without a fearsome argument first. They were about to get in another as Sam roasted Bucky’s lack of rhythm. You finished the last of your beer and pushed through the bodies on the dance floor to place it on an empty table. As you turned to search for your group, you noticed two familiar faces in the far corner, though you rarely, if ever, saw them together.

It was almost funny. The sleek Asgardian trickster and the staunch American crusader together. Even more peculiar was that they were actually talking. They could barely manage an ounce of festivity for the night and yet they were conspiring in the background, but over what? They peeked over at the dance floor in unison and their eyes scoured the crowd. Loki’s gaze fell to you first and he quickly turned back to his unusual company. He kept his expression placid and you saw his lips move almost imperceptibly. Steve nodded just as subtly but only sipped his beer. You shrugged and dove back into the sea of dancers. 

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Ooh, boy. You hadn’t drank so much in ages. You held in a belch as you followed Nat out of the sweaty club. Her hips were the only discernible shape in your blurred vision. Free of the stuffy dance floor, you stumbled for the front door and breathed a sigh of relief in the chill New York evening. You should have kept your blazer with you. You crossed your arms and shivered as the heat seeped from your body and your drunken adrenaline turned to unrelenting fatigue.

“Okay, designated drivers,” Vision tried to keep everyone in order, catching Nat before she could trip off the curve. “I’ll take Nat, Wanda, Thor, and Loki. Steve, you think you can handle the rest?”

“I’m not drunk,” Loki volunteered wryly.

“Can you drive, brother?” Thor hiccuped and hung off the slimmer Asgardian who swiftly slithered away from him.

“I could get us where we need to be without having to be trapped in a metal contraption full of drunken fools,” He snarled.

“We are guests on this planet, we must abide their house rules, brother,” Thor boomed and Loki shook his head darkly, his green eyes sparking. 

He muttered under his breath and his eyes hesitated for just a second. You glanced over as your teeth chattered and swore that Steve raised his brows at the trickster. Alright, that was the beer making you see things now.

You waited with the line of ambivalent drunks and Loki as Vision and Steve went to get their cars. You leaned against Wanda and yawned as Bucky and Sam giggled like teenagers over some ludicrous joke. You wondered if they should drink together more often; it would do wonders for their relationship.

Steve pulled up and Sam was the first in as Bucky shoved him to go faster. You climbed into the front seat to avoid their elbows and Steve turned around to reprimand them like a pair of children. 

“I’ll drop them off first. A wonder how they’re even roommates.” He straightened in his seat and looked out to street “Seat belts, people.” He pulled out as you buckled up and leaned heavily against the headrest.

The hushed whir of the car engine and occasional passing of another driver lulled you as Steve drove. Sam and Bucky continued their antics but it only made you grin in your half-stupor. You were glad you had said yes. It wasn’t often you got to hang out with the team outside of the Tower. Less often that you felt like one of them.

“Alright, idiots, out,” Steve stopped his car and you looked up to the building just outside, “Before I drag you out.” You could hear an uncharacteristic tone of exasperation in his voice, “Drink some water and sleep on your stomachs.” He waited for them to drag themselves out of the car, hanging onto each other as they stumbled up the steps of their apartment. You shook your head and sighed. “God knows what Bucky was drinking to get him in such a state.”

“A lot,” You laughed, “I saw at least two shots of tequila between all the beer.”

“Oh, and I’m sure you joined him for one,” Steve chided.

“Maybe,” You said guiltily, “Hey, don’t get mad at me. I’m a tame drunk.” You held in a hiccup, “I jus’ wanna go home and snuggle into my bed.”

“Sounds like sober me,” He kidded, his blue eyes flicking from the road to you for just an instant. “Remind me where you live again.”

“Oh, yeah, uh…” You slurred your address and stared out the window; the streetlights blurring with the glowing neon monikers, hazed between the dark windows of walk-ups and skyscrapers. 

A silence pervaded the car; easy as your wits were dulled by alcohol and Steve seemed impatient to be home for the night. You couldn’t blame him; being the designated driver was never fun. You recognized your own building as he pulled into the lot. You unbuckled your seatbelt as he stopped and reached down to the floor for your purse. 

“Well, thanks,” You chimed and struggled to open the door. At last it did as you wanted it to and you planted a heeled foot unevenly on the tarmac. You clung to the door to keep yourself from collapsing.

“Woah, woah,” The engine died and you heard Steve’s door as you tried to take another step and nearly wiped out. “Let me help.”

“I’m good, I jus’ needa get my balance,” You protested as he neared you. He took your arm despite your insistence that you could manage it.

“I’m the designated driver, I am to get you home in one piece,” He sounded more amused than annoyed, “So, what apartment is it?”

You told him your number, knowing from experience that there wasn’t much argument to be had with him. You let him put his arm around your waist and help you walk to your building. You wobbled as you dug for your keys and he even had to help you unlock the door. The elevator ride was silent and you were eager to hide your drunken embarrassment beneath your covers.

You slid the keys into your apartment door and pushed it inward. “Thanks, you really didn’t have to…” Your voice died as Steve clung to you and angled you through the door.

“It’s fine, really,” His voice was airy, “You deserve a night to relax.”

You blinked at him and slowly turned as a spark of colour caught your eye. The door closed behind you, Steve’s warmth still against you. You stared at the eerie green glow radiating from your bedroom door. “What…” Your hazy mind couldn’t comprehend the duality. The light, Steve’s lingering presence; it was all too much.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Your spine went rigid at Steve’s tone. His timbre had changed entirely; you had never heard him sound so...determined. You looked to him, then the closed door, and you didn’t feel so tired anymore. The drunken blur of your mind was suddenly underlined with a hyper-aware dread.

“I’m fine,” You muttered weakly as he ushered you towards the bedroom, “Really.”

The fear was paralysing as you were led through the door. Your bedroom was cast in soft emerald shadows. A supernatural light with no source centered on the bed as if beckoning you. You planted your feet, or tried to, Steve easily urging you within. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry, and a flicker sparked at the edge of your view. You looked and another awaited you. Loki smirked as he crossed to the bed, bending to trace his fingers along the duvet. This was a trick; conspiracy even.

“What…” You croaked, your voice catching in your throat as the door shut behind Steve. You turned on him and failed to sidestep him. He was too big and you were too drunk.

“Shh,” You felt the long fingers crawl along your shoulders, caressing your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. Loki pressed himself to your back as Steve got closer. Your hands were on his chest as you tried to keep him away. You were trapped. Sandwiched between them. Your head was fuzzy but your skin was on fire. 

Steve’s hands were on yours, drawing them up to his shoulders as you stared up at him dumbly. The green light limned his features perfectly and you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t what you had planned. You should have been passed out face down on your bed.

“I told you, Y/N,” Steve purred as Loki’s hands fell to the zipper at the back of your skirt. The fabric slackened and Steve guided it easily down your legs. “You should just relax.”

He stood and began to unhook the buttons of your blouse. When he finished, he pushed the shirt back on your arms and Loki’s hands on your shoulders urged you backwards and you stepped out of your heels. You were dizzy but it wasn’t just the alcohol. The two men had your mind spinning.

Instead of pushing Steve away, you were clinging to him. You bra was easily unclasped and you gasped as it slipped away from your chest. Steve pulled it up your arms and tossed it away, Loki was tugging your panties down your legs and you trembled between them. Hands were all over you. Your tits, your ass, your hips. You were swept up as they methodically urged you towards the bed.

Loki got on the bed first as Steve gently nudged you backwards. You fell onto the mattress clumsily, your drunkenness still had hold of your wits. Loki sat above you and grasped your wrists, holding them above your head as your legs bent over the end of the bed. Steve pushed your knees apart and you stared down at him in awe. Maybe you had passed out and this was some twisted fantasy. It sure felt like one.

Thick fingers on your thighs. A swirl of excitement filled your lungs. Your eyes flicked up, Loki’s green eyes on your face; intent on every twitch, every blink. Steve’s hands framed your pussy, pressed firmly to your thighs. Your back arched slightly without a thought and you closed your eyes. The heat pooled in both your pelvis and face.

“Be calm, pet,” Loki leaned down to speak in your ear and a coolness spread along your hot pussy.

Steve dragged his tongue along your folds and you squirmed. Your breath slipped from you as your lips parted. You bit down on your bottom lip as he worked slowly; teasing you as he flicked across your clit. The first moan slipped from you and he applied pressure at last. You couldn’t withhold the pathetic noises and you lifted your pelvis, longing for more. Your breath hitched and your eyelids fluttered.

“You’re breathtaking, pet,” Loki whispered as he watched, “Mmm, yes. Let yourself go.”

Your head lolled back and forth as the flames licked at your flesh. You were panting, drunkenly babbling as the ripples began to twist in a maelstrom. You had never felt so entirely electric. Your arms were held firm as you tried to pull away, your back arching instead as your legs bent around Steve. Your nails dug into your palms and you whined in your climax, eyes in the back of your head.

“She’s ready,” Steve’s hot breath tickled you as he lifted his head.

“I can restrain her in another way,” Loki offered, cautiously releasing your wrists.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Steve assured him.

He was right. You were too confused to fight. Too drunk. When had they ever been anything close to friendly. Yet here they were; allies. Surely it had to be a hallucination. You rolled onto your side, their figures moving in a fog beside the bed. They spoke to each other but you couldn’t discern their words. You were both completely exhausted and painfully awake.

You were pulled up onto you knees and Steve was in front of you. He took your hand in his and placed it on his cock. Your eyes ran the breadth of his body and you realized he was naked. He closed your hand and held it for a moment until you kept it firm. You stared at his thick cock and slowly ran your grip along his length. He hummed as you repeated the motion, again and again.

You felt lithe hands on your shoulders, lightly grazing your back until they rested on your hips. They lingered there as Loki kneaded your hips. He removed one hand and pressed it between your legs, feeling around your slick pussy. He moved closer, his legs on either side of yours. He replaced his hand with his cock, his other pinched your hip so that you arched your back. He lined himself up with your entrance and your hand slipped from Steve.

As Loki entered you, Steve brushed his fingers through your hair. “It’s okay, baby. You can use your mouth.” He ran his hands down your arms and guided your hands to the bed so that you were on all fours. As you changed position, Loki impaled you more easily, bottoming out with an airy sigh.

Steve’s cock poked at your lips and you turned away, still trying to handle the sudden fullness below. He grabbed your head and pushed himself to your lips until you opened your mouth in surrender. “That’s it,” Steve shivered at the feeling of your tongue against him. “Such a good girl.” 

You struggled as Loki slowly began to fuck you; easy at first as you stretched your lips over Steve. You reached up to scratch at his thigh as he reached your throat and you choked around his girth. He pushed deeper and you fought not to revolt. “My little pet,” His fingers spread over your ass, “So eager. So tender.”

Loki only sped up as you pulled back and Steve forced himself back into your mouth. He steadily began to thrust into your face as he held your head in place. You were shuddering between them; the sensations from both ends melding together in a suffocating furor. Your pussy thrummed as your jaw began to ache but you hungrily moaned as another orgasm ripped through you.

They continued until you were certain you would collapsed and they’d be merely holding up a lifeless body. Steve removed himself and the slobber hung from your mouth as your arms folded and you fell face first into the duvet. Loki pulled out and were left to crumble into a mess across the bed. The bed rocked and you were lifted as if you weighed nothing.

You were placed with your back against Steve’s torso and he slipped his cock easily into your pussy. Your pussy throbbed around him, achy and needy. You cried out as he lowered you, your thighs draped over his as your walls pulsed around him. Loki stood on the bed before you, his cock just in front of your face. You hadn’t anything left; no strength only hunger. You opened your mouth and took him gratefully. So eager despite the shadow of disbelief which lingered.

With his hands on your hips, Steve lifted you up and down. Loki worked in tandem with him, his hand in your hair as he kept your head from lolling. You were cumming again and you barely noticed as the tide washed endlessly over you. He dipped into your throat, his thrusts growing deeper as Steve’s matched him. It was almost a battle between them; a race to see who finished first.

Loki was the first to burst. He pulled out just as he came and it spurted down your chin and chest. You were gasping and gaping as you tried to catch your breath. Steve wasn’t far behind as he shoved you forward and Loki caught you just as the warm cum spilled down the back of your thigh, your entire body twitching.

You were lowered to the mattress with care, laying in rapture as the alcoholic haze rose around you. You closed your eyes and felt the tender caress of fabric as the cum was wiped from your face and body, you legs lifted to clean you properly. The movement around you was dulled, almost distant through your heavy eyelids and buzzing ears.

“They’ll never believe her,” Loki’s voice drifted over you.

“If she even remembers,” Steve remarked slyly, “I know I will.”

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[king-starkrogers]

Steve,I think Peter’s In Love

PART 1? 

this was supposed to be a short drabble but look what i did. Oh no.

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      Tony was the one who noticed it first. At first it was too fleeting to notice but it was kind of hard to notice that instead of making comments on bad parts about the star wars movie (the latest sequel) they were watching, Peter was hiding snorts and laughter with his hand while texting someone. Tony raised his eyebrows, not so subtly nudging Steve who was beside him, too engrossed in watching Finn and Poe run from stormtroopers to notice but tilted his head enquiringly towards where Tony was signalling with his eyes- pointedly. 

Steve, safe to say looked shock too because this was Star Wars, Peter! what was he doing? He in turn nudged Bucky who was sitting on the carpet, playing with Clint’s hair instead of watching the movie. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows confusingly at Peter and then gently tugged at Clint’s hair to signal him. 

By the time the the signals had gotten to Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Sam - the whole crew of avengers tower were now watching their resident teenager grinning down at his phone. 

Peter didn’t notice until it was too late of course, lifting his head with a shocked expression etched on his face at seeing his two parents smiling at him teasingly and the other adults (except for Bruce, he had a sense of pity for the kid) in turn smirking at his quickly reddening face. 

‘‘Um, you guys okay?’‘ Peter asked nervously, quickly clicking his phone off and pocketing it. 

‘‘Who you texting, Pete?’‘ Clint was the one who asked which led to Bucky hitting him on the forehead. Clint muttered an ‘‘Ow’‘ and rubbed his forehead with a pout. 

‘‘Let the boy text who he wants’‘ Natasha spoke up and gave Peter a reassuring smile. 

Peter shifted uncomfortably and moved to get up but Sam had slung an arm around him, keeping him in place. 

‘‘Yeah. Let the boy text who he wants and tell us who it is’‘ Sam grinned mischievously, hand creeping onto Peter’s pockets. Lucky for him, his resident spy and assassin aunts and uncles had taught him about fast reflexes which means he managed to jump out of Sam’s grip before his hand can touch Peter’s phone. 

Tony and Steve exchanged a look, a silent conversation between them and wondering if they should intervene on the rest of the team teasing their son. 

‘‘Is it MJ?’‘ Tony asked instead. Steve facepalmed and heaved a heavy sigh when Peter spluttered indignantly. 

‘‘Why-MJ’s my friend’‘ He insisted. 

‘‘We know, but friends don’t make you smile that big’‘ Tony pointed like the smart-ass he was. 

‘‘I don’t know about that, Bucky makes me smile pretty big’‘ Clint contested, looking up at Bucky with a shit-eating grin. 

‘‘Okay hawkguy, we know you guys aren’t just friends which just proves my point’‘ Tony stated, turning back towards his son with a grin. 

Peter covered his face with his hands and mumbled something. 

‘‘What was that, Pete?’‘ Steve tried the gentle approach, smiling encouragingly. 

Peter huffed in annoyance, glaring at everyone in sight. 

‘‘I said, can’t I have some sense of privacy? It’s my right you know’‘ He stated indignantly before stomping off like the moody teenager he is. 

‘‘Whew, talk about hormones’‘ Tony clicked his tongue. 

‘‘Tony..’‘ Steve looked at his husband with raised his eyebrows and Tony sighed. 

‘‘Okay okay, he’s right. Everyone back off from Peter until he’s ready to tell us’‘ Tony announced to the room. 

Everyone in the room nodded understandingly and turned back towards the movie. It lasted for about 2 minutes before Bruce finally spoke up. 

‘‘I know who it is.’‘ 

All eyes turned towards Bruce but Steve held up a hand before anyone can get a word in 

‘‘Mind keeping it to yourself, Bruce?’‘ Steve asked, eyes pleading to understand. 

Bruce nodded and mimed zipping his lips which made Clint and Sam groan in protest. 

+

  The whole movie night incident was forgotten for a while and the next time they had a Star Wars marathon was 2 weeks later. This time, Peter had invited someone over and had told his parents beforehand to not act weird or he will bolt from this tower and to Clint’s apartment in Bed-Stuy faster than Iron Man can suit up. Tony agreed but couldn’t stop grinning and Steve reassured that the avengers would be on their best behaviour. 

Which they all agreed to be except for when Peter walked out of the elevator with none other than Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four. Tony almost choked on his coffee and Steve looked like he wanted to drop dead right then and there. 

‘‘Oh look it’s Reed Richard’s brother-in-law’‘ Tony mumbled, elbowing Steve in the ribs so hard it was fortunate he was a super soldier or he would’ve doubled over. 

Clint, who was hanging out at the counter of the kitchen with the perfect view of what was happening right now was laughing into his hand & Bruce who was preparing dinner had an amused smile on his face.

“Hi Mr Stark, Captain.” Johnny waved and smiled good naturedly as Peter mumbled something under his breath and steered him to one of the couches in the rec room.

Steve seemed to get his bearings quickly and gave Johnny a polite smile. “Johnny, good to see you. How’s Sue and the rest?” He asked, gently pulling Tony to the kitchen so he wouldn’t completely burst in front of their son on and could possibly be their son’s friend/more than a friend.

“Same old same old, i’m off babysitting duty tonight so Peter invited me for a good old fashioned Star Wars marathon” Johnny replied, grinning at Peter as he did.

Steve and Tony watched- amazed- as their son’s face turned an alarmingly shade of red that could beat Steve’s when he was attempting to flirt with Tony ages ago.

“Oh god it’s like watching a re-run of the Tony & Steve romance” Bucky groaned miserably which made Clint and Bruce ignore all kinds of subtlety as they laughed at the statement.

+

   Unfortunately, Peter had only introduced Johnny as his friend and not something else and honestly who could blame his state of denial, just look at his parents? It took them years of pining and some serious avenger-meddling, plus a near death sacrificial near death experience to get them to where they are now. 

‘‘So, Peter and.. Johnny’‘ Tony started on the night that their son invited the human torch over as he joined Steve in bed. Steve closed the book he was reading and set it aside so Tony could snuggle up to him comfortably. 

‘‘Peter said they were friends’‘ Steve pointed out and Tony hid a disbelieving snort where he was hiding his face in Steve’s chest. 

‘‘And you believe him?’‘ Tony lifted his head slightly to look at his husband with raised eyebrows. 

Steve rolled his eyes fondly as his hand played with Tony’s soft hair. 

‘‘I believe we should let Peter have his privacy and trust that he’ll tell us when he’s ready’‘ 

Tony hummed in agreement but then it turned into a groan of frustration. 

‘‘But why Johnny Storm? How did they even become close? Did Reed and Sue invite Peter to playdates without me knowing?’‘ Tony gave a faux gasp as a thought descended on him. 

‘‘.. You think Peter is secretly helping Reed in his lab? Is he betraying me and Bruce?’‘ 

Steve let out a laugh and placed a kiss on Tony’s forehead while the other man was pouting away at his own thoughts. 

‘‘Stop thinking so hard, Tony. they probably have mutual friends in school’‘ Steve tried to reassure him but it was hardly working. 

+

  Peter thought he was slick, he really did. He only ever invited Johnny over during the day - the boy never stayed the night. The only physical thing they did was fist bumps and high fives and he made sure Johnny never looked at him like that when they were anywhere near the other avengers after the first time he brought him over. Tough luck though because even a blind man could see it though. Or in Clint’s case - a deaf man.

     He narrowed his eyes slightly when Johnny casually slung an arm around Peter’s shoulders and the brunette gently took the arm off - stuttering something about getting some sodas and then throwing Clint a look before running to the kitchen.

Johnny sighed and scratched his head idly, making Clint feel kinda sorry for the kid.

He remembered wanting to touch Bucky almost all the time when they were a thing but not a thing and nobody knew about their thing. Thankfully, now he could because their thing became a relationship and Clint was so happy they did.

He wondered if Peter was going through the same thing. He’s never talked about girls before - except for MJ, his best friend. But even if he was gay or bi - Tony and Steve and the avengers were literally the last person that he would have problems with.

 “Hey, Johnny” Clint called out, making the blonde turn to him with a soft smile.

“Hawkeye” He nodded. Clint rolled his eyes at the formality and made himself comfortable next to the teenage fantastic four hero.

“You’re here almost every day, I think you can call me Clint now” He reassured him.

Johnny nodded and then looked back up to the movie that was on. They were watching Fast and Furious. Very romantic.

Clint wondered if he should ask the burning question or not, he wasn’t Peter’s parent. He should’ve called Tony or Steve but Peter would definitely chicken out if his parents were involved so maybe he should step in and be the voice of reason. Oh wow, if Nat could see him now.

“So... You and Peter...”

Oh great Hawkeye, nice start. Clint was mentally chastising himself when Johnny laughed, knowing how uncomfortable this was making the avenger.

“Peter and I... like each other” Johnny responded.

“That’s great!” Clint said but the look Johnny gave him didn’t make it like it was such a great thing.

“Isn’t it?” Clint asked.

“Yes! It’s great...” Johnny agreed, a soft smile appearing on his face. Aw man, Clint shouldn’t have said anything.

“But..?” Clint pressed on, determined to get an answer as to why they were hiding it.

“Oh well... Peter doesn’t want Captain America and Mr.Stark to know” Johnny explained.

Clint raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“The son of a gay couple doesn’t want his gay parents to know he’s gay?” Clint asked.

Johnny laughed suddenly and Clint looked like he was insane. What the hell?

“Oh no no! Peter isn’t worried about that! He just doesn’t want them to start worrying or worse - give him the talk”

Clint pulled a face and contemplated this information. Steve would be relentless about the talk and would badger Johnny with questions. Tony on the other hand would just be cool about it (after he was sure that Peter wasn’t doing science stuff with other scientists) but once he was okay with it, then he could go overboard too like rent a whole theme park for them or something.

The kid was smart, Clint could give him that.

“Well it won’t be long till they officially find out anyway.. right JARVIS?” Clint emphasised his point by asking the AI who had eyes all over the tower.

“You are quite possibly right, Mr Barton” The AI managed to answer and somehow sound smug for an artifical intelligence robot.

Clint shrugged at Johnny as if to say “see?” but the teenager just shook his head with an amused smile.

“Have you forgotten that Peter is Stark’s son? Of course he knows JARVIS watches everything. Which is why we only ever do stuff at my place” Johnny pointed out.

“Man, that kid is smart” Clint mumbled out loud this time, shaking his head.

Johnny nodded solemnly. “It kinda sucks though, i feel like a dirty secret sometimes” He mumbled the last part which Clint may or may not have caught even with his ear aids on but he could lip read pretty well.

Which was why he clapped a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gave him a small encouraging smile.

+

Peter heard everything. Of course he did, and damn was he that obvious with Johnny that even Clint figured it out?

After Clint left, they continued hanging our until Sue called Johnny back home to babysit and he didn’t even bother to give Peter a “bro” hug before leaving.

And it hurt. Gave him a slight tugging at his chest like someone was squeezing it to see how much he could endure.

He left to the rooftop of the tower, sitting on the ledge like he wasn’t a clumsy idiot who could fall off anytime but it gave him a sense of calmness. Whenever things got too much, he would look out at the Manhattan skyline and try to imagine that his problems were not as big as it was.

This one was pretty big though. He should just tell his parents about Johnny. Like really tell them, basically outing himself. It’s not like they would care much. It’s just that Peter sometimes feels like his parents were too involved in his life. He loves the attention when he was younger but he was 16 now and if both of them found out about Johnny, they would be relentless. It sounds ridiculous and yet what’s more ridiculous than having Captain America & Iron Man as his dads?

“Oh, i know that look” Peter startled at the voice, whipping his head around to locate where it came from.

“Jesus Uncle Buck, I could’ve fell” He gestured towards the ledge manically.

Bucky shrugged and made himself comfortable right next to Peter.

“Hmm, i would’ve caught you kid. No problem” Bucky replied calmly. Peter opened his mouth to protest but then stopped because he would. Him and Clint and Nat and anyone else in this tower would do anything to make sure he’s okay. He felt a pang of guilty at that because him keeping Johny away from them was something that was definitely not right. 

‘‘You look as miserable as when Steve told Tony he couldn’t buy his way in for you to ride that rollercoaster when you were 4′‘ Bucky said, his metal arm ruffling Peter’s hair slightly. 

He would normally complain but this time it felt comforting so he just slouched down more and sighed. 

‘‘I feel bad keeping Johnny a secret’‘ He mumbled helplessly. 

‘‘What secret?’‘ Bucky responded amusingly and Peter threw him a look that made the older man laugh. 

‘‘We all clearly know you’re dating him. Go at your own pace to tell your parents, kid. There’s literally no rush.’‘ He reassured. 

‘‘I can’t! Johnny told Clint he felt like a dirty secret’‘ 

The look of no surprise on Bucky’s face told Peter that he knew that already. Is there even anything that Clint knows that Bucky won’t know? 

‘‘You gotta remember relationships are a two-way thing. Parents and adults aside, it all boils down to the fact that if you and Johnny are ready to go public. You’re a Stark-Rogers, kid and he’s a teenage superhero. There’s literally no hiding if you decide to show everyone. And to start, you have to make it clear with your parents. You know Steve and Tony would make sure nothing happens to you right?’‘ Bucky finished the last sentence with a small smile and Peter nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in determination as he took in what was being said. 

‘‘The winter soldier just gave me dating advice’‘ Peter mumbled, burying his face in his hands. 

Bucky moved to get up with one last pat on the shoulder for him. 

‘‘I’ll make sure Hawkeye steps in next time, and knowing teenagers - I can guess what’s next’‘ He pulled a face. 

Realisation on what Bucky was implying dawned on Peter and he made a face at that. ‘’Gross, please go away’’ and all he heard was Bucky’s retreating laughter.

So Peter guessed it was time to officially introduce his boyfriend huh?

Okay, he can do this. 

[lemonsandstrawberries]

Avengers vs Avengers

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), IronDad (Tony being a mentor figure to Peter Parker), MCU

characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Rhodey Rhodes, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision

summary: The snowy hill will witness a battle never seen before, but all will end just fine.

length: 1 410

a/n: the last fic in 2019, see you in 2020! hope you will have a fun and safe New Year’s Eve! thank you for being with me and reading my fics ❤❤❤

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Avengers vs Avengers

Cold, fresh air. Snow covered peaks in the distance, glimmering in the sunlight. Crisp snow under their feet.

It was beautiful scenery for a brutal battle that was about to happen.

“It’s time,” Steve said solemnly, all geared up, his strong voice echoing around the gathered team, “we didn’t have enough time to prepare, but I believe we can do it. Trust in your teammates and look out for each other. We got one shot at this and there won’t be any second chances. Our goal is clear and ahead of us. Avengers assem-!”

“Less yapping, more riding!” Clint shouted out impatiently, causing everyone to laugh in good humor. Well, except Steve, who set on a polite chuckle, mostly because Tony laughed the loudest, even if his husband was insulted seconds ago.

Avengers on toboggans. That was a rare sight to see. Even if anyone did, no one would make a connection that the team of the superheroes was the same people getting ready for a toboggan race, all dressed in patted jackets and colorful beanies and scarfs.

“All ready?!” Wanda called to the Captain of the Avengers team, her breath coming out as a puff. She waved for additional attention, standing at the flat terrain with a small crowd, looking at her friends at the top of the snow covered hill.

“Ready, babe?” Steve squeezed closer to Tony, who was sitting at the front of the small toboggan, which was a tight fit for two grown-up men and their padded jackets.

“With you? Always ready,” Tony smiled, turning to face Steve, so they could share a good luck kiss. Their lips were cold, but the kiss was heated and sweet like always.

“Hope your lips freeze like that!” Natasha called in the direction of the leaders of the team, while Clint, sharing a toboggan with Natasha, burst into laughter.

“We are ready!” Thor decided, the most excited for his first-ever toboggan race. He was paired with Bruce, and Bruce was barely visible as Thor really, really wanted to sit in the front. Bruce had no heart to tell him no and let Thor take the lead.

Rules were very simple and the first pair reaching the symbolic finish line Vision had drawn on the snow would be the winner. It was round one, and round two was planned to begin afterward, meaning a similar race among the new Avengers team, and the winners of both rounds were supposed to race in an ultimate battle to determine which team was better - the Original Avengers or the New Avengers.

“Ready, set, GO!” Wanda yelled, waving Natasha’s red scarf and signaling the beginning of the race. The toboggans slid down the hill, carrying the team in a round of cheering.

“On your left, Steve!” Sam called, just to rile up his friend and make him lose focus.

“Faster! Lean forward!” Rhodey kept yelling, waving his hands and leaning to the front, giving tips.

“Thor! Thor! Thor!” Bucky chanted, just to further distract Steve, who, as Steve’s best friend, was obliged to cheer on him,  and whooped his right arm in excitement when Bruce and Thor slid forward, taking the lead.

“You can do it, Mr. Stark! Mr. Captain!” Peter beamed a smile, cheering on his mentor, happily tagging along on Tony’s invitation and a little dazed when being surrounded by all those superheroes.

“You are doing great, guys!” Wanda called and Vision cheered with her, not addressing anyone in particular, just having a good time.

The race was supposed to be all in good fun, but when Steve and Tony started to stay behind, Steve felt some panic, not imagining that he and Tony could cross the finish line as the last pair.

“We are slowing down!” Steve called, his voice getting lost in the win. He leaned closer to Tony to signal to his husband that they had a problem. Their toboggan didn’t slide as smoothly as the other’s did, despite the coat of glide wax, and was falling deeper into the snow under their combined weight, up to a point where it couldn’t get enough friction to gain speed.

“We are?!” Tony called back, alarmed himself by the distance between them and the two other toboggans.

It wasn’t looking good. Steve tried to push the toboggan forward, but it worked just for a bit. If they continue to slide on this pace, there was no way they would gain on anyone.

There was one way to turn their loss into victory. But it demanded high sacrifice.

“Do you trust me?!” Steve called, knowing that it was the only way.

“What?!” Tony yelled, not hearing properly because of the wind in his ears and a thick woolen cap.

“Do you trust me?!”

“Yes!”

Not even a second of hesitation. God, Steve loved that man so much.

“Then hang on!”

There was a scream, a blur and it became overly white, but when the race ended, Tony and Steve’s toboggan was the first one to reach the finish line.

“Yes! We won!” Steve called in victory, standing up, his cheeks and ears glowing red from the cold air.

“Good job!” Wanda clapped, together the rest of the new Avengers, as the remaining two pairs slid to a stop, Steve and Tony’s toboggan outrunning them by seconds.

“How the heck did you do that?!” Clint demand immediately, knowing how far behind Steve and Tony were.

“It’s called tactics!” Steve smiled broadly, doing a little victory dance to further rile Clint up.

“Wait, where is Tony?” Natasha asked, noticing the lack of Steve’s husband on the toboggan.

Just then a snow covered figure approached the group, and boy, if stares could kill, Steve would be a dead man.

“Oh, hi, babe,” Steve beamed, stopping his victory dance.

“Don’t you ‘babe’ me!” Tony pointed an accusing finger at his husband, trying to shake snow off himself. “You pushed me off the toboggan!”

“Whaat?” Steve called dramatically, among exaggerated gasps and laughter from his teammates. “I would never do such a thing! It was an accident!”

“You grabbed me and threw me off!” Tony continued to argue, putting hands on his waist to show where Steve had held him during his stunt. “Rhodey! He threw me off!” Tony turned to his best friend, needing support.

“I warned you about marrying that guy!” Rhodey called in good humor, bent in half from laughing so much.

“You were slowing us down, Tony!” Steve tried to justify his choice and Tony sucked in air at the double offense, not taking lightly pointing out him putting some winter weight on.

There was a lot of laughter, and everyone left the arguing couple alone to argue while new Avengers were getting ready for their race. Vision and Wanda were already going up the hill, holding the toboggan that Bruce and Thor had used, Rhodey motioned to Peter to follow him, pairing up with the teenager and cautiously snatching the toboggan Tony and Steve had raced on, trying to not attract their attention and get involved into the banter, while Clint handed to Bucky and Sam his and Natasha’s toboggan.

“I guess it means Tony and Steve are disqualified,” Clint grinned at Bucky, Thor, and Bruce becoming winners. “Good luck on your race!” Clint went to pat Bucky on his arm, just to feel that there was nothing there. Just to be sure, Clint patted the sleeve with both hands, only feeling his own hands meeting in the middle, and Bucky tried to keep his face casual.

“Oh my God! You removed your arm to make yourself lighter?!” Clint called in outrage, not standing two cheating people on the same day.

“It was Sam’s idea,” Bucky quickly pushed the blame on his boyfriend and Sam scoffed, saying that no, it wasn’t.

“Shows that you two are friends, you are the same kind of cheaters!” Clint scolded, pointing from remorseless looking Bucky to still trying to apologize Steve, while Tony kept stubbornly turning away from his husband and pouting, all accompanied by Sam shaking his head, Bruce’s, Thor’s and Natasha’s laughter, that traveled to the other group and made Vision, Wanda, Rhodey and Peter look back curiously what new chaos started.

Overall, despite some bumps, it was a very happy day and after a lot of sweet promises Tony forgave Steve, and both teams called it a truce, without deciding a winner. After all, they all were Avengers and a family.

[rebelmeg]

TONY STARK BINGO MASTERPOST

I am PSYCHED because I managed a blackout again!  And a Dum-E badge as well, with my adopted squares!  HOLLA!  Fills and info below the readmore.

S1 - Save Another Life (It Will Be Worth It) - Chapter 2: Helpless

Teen

Bucky & Tony & Bruce

James and his (somewhat stolen) son Tony have been living happy lives under the radar for the past five years. They move a lot, and leave a lot of friends behind, but then Tony meets a little boy named Bruce. In another world, James and Tony might move on, though it breaks their hearts to have to say goodbye to the scared, hurting little boy that is Tony's best friend.  In this world, however... they don't say goodbye.  AKA, Kid Bruce remix fic with Dad Bucky and Kid Tony

S2 - Iron OTP Cuties 

Gen

Pepperony

Cross stitch Cuties Tony and Pepper wearing their suits

S3 - And Shawarma After  

Gen

MIT Bros, referenced Brooklyn Brothers

The shawarma party is over, the Avengers are going their own separate ways, and Steve sticks around long enough to learn a little bit more about one of his teammates.

S4 - Science Field Trip

Gen

Tony & the Science Sons, T’Challa & Shuri

Tony takes the Science Sons on a field trip. And where else would he take them but the most awesome and scientifically advanced city ever?

S5 - I’m Sorry

Gen

Pepperony

Tony finds Pepper in an unexpected situation. Apologies are exchanged, tears are shed, and it happens with their arms around each other.

T1 - Got Your Nose! 

Gen

Dum-E & Tony

Dum-E is intrigued by the game Ton-E is playing with the miscellaneous smol child that is hanging out with him in the workshop.

T2 - Ghost and the Machine - Angst with a Happy/Hopeful Ending 

Teen

Bucky & Tony

The angst ending to The Ghost and The Machine! 

T3 - Parent, Teacher, Cupid

Gen

Rhodey/May, May & Peter

Peter's third grade teacher, Mr. Rhodes, is awesome. And Aunt May is awesome too. Maybe, since Peter knows they like each other, he could help them...

T4 - Hot Mess Racecar Tony Cross Stitch Cutie

Gen

No pairing

Cross Stitch Cutie Tony

T5 - Every Surface in the House, AKA: Permanently Damaged Platypus

Teen

Pepperony, MIT Bros

Rhodey is scandalized, Tony is only slightly ashamed, Pepper isn't done with Tony, JARVIS is fond, FRIDAY is amused, and Natasha enjoyed the retelling.

A1 - Save Another Life (It Will Be Worth It) - Chapter 4: Turning Point  

Teen

Bucky & Tony & Bruce

James and his (somewhat stolen) son Tony have been living happy lives under the radar for the past five years. They move a lot, and leave a lot of friends behind, but then Tony meets a little boy named Bruce. In another world, James and Tony might move on, though it breaks their hearts to have to say goodbye to the scared, hurting little boy that is Tony's best friend.  In this world, however... they don't say goodbye.  AKA, Kid Bruce remix fic with Dad Bucky and Kid Tony

A2 -  The Name You Gave Me - Chapter 16: A Secret Revealed  

Mature

Bucky & Natasha & Tony, Howard Stark/Maria Stark

If you asked the Asset, he'd say it started with being given a name, something of his own. For the first time he had something for himself, and he became greedy. So she became his as well. If you asked the little Widow, she'd say, “It started with a brother. He was my brother and I wanted another.” If you asked Howard Stark, he'd say, “It started with the Serum, and it ended with a Serum.” But if you asked the youngest of them all, he'd answer, “It started like everything, an action was the catalyst for a chain reaction. I was just lucky to have a brother and a sister, a real father and another mother, through it all.” The moral of the story is that a true family always finds each other.

A3 - Tiny Tony Cross Stitch Cutie

Gen

No pairing

Itty bitty Cross Stitch Cutie Tony magnet

A4 - Tony & Morgan Plaid Cross Stitch Cuties

Gen

Tony & Morgan

Cross Stitch Cuties

A5 - The Ghost and The Machine - Chapter 17: I Can Live With This 

Teen

Tony & Bucky

A slight problem on an op leaves CIA agent Bucky Barnes with something of a dilemma... a dilemma that never stops talking, floats in midair, and seems bound and determined to drive Bucky absolutely out of his mind with an endless barrage of questions.  Tony really just thinks Bucky is being a drama queen, and honestly, he's a writer. Who could blame him for trying to conduct proper research, no matter if he's dead (is he?) or not?

R1 - POSTING SOON: The Name You Gave Me - Chapter 22

Mature

Bucky & Natasha & Tony

If you asked the Asset, he'd say it started with being given a name, something of his own. For the first time he had something for himself, and he became greedy. So she became his as well. If you asked the little Widow, she'd say, “It started with a brother. He was my brother and I wanted another.” If you asked Howard Stark, he'd say, “It started with the Serum, and it ended with a Serum.” But if you asked the youngest of them all, he'd answer, “It started like everything, an action was the catalyst for a chain reaction. I was just lucky to have a brother and a sister, a real father and another mother, through it all.” The moral of the story is that a true family always finds each other.

R2 - Poker Night at the Casino

Gen

Tony & Bucky

Poker moodboard

R3 - Ghost and the Machine - Ouch Ending

Teen

Bucky & Tony

The ouch ending to The Ghost and The Machine!

R4 - Rhodey Booty and College Anecdotes

Gen

MIT Bros, Tony & Avengers

A sleep deprived Rhodey is all kinds of fun, and Tony celebrates a birthday with his family.

R5 -  Through A Child's Eyes, It's Different - Chapter 20: A Breakthrough

Teen

Pepperony, MIT Bros, Tony & Happy

The Accords debacle is long over, and the ex-Avengers have come home. Things are not going well, particularly when Tony gets kidnapped by the villain-of-the-week and ends up in the middle of a freak lab accident.  Seeing things through the eyes of a child sounds kind of poetic, and in some cases, it is. But for the rogue Avengers, it's a shocking and harsh look at their past deeds, as well as a closer look at who Tony Stark really is when he doesn't have all his self-made masks up to protect him.  With Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy there to keep him safe and love him, Tony navigates the weirdness his life has become, while Dr. Strange, Thor, and Dr. Foster work to figure out what happened to Tony and if the deaging can be reversed.

K1 - A Little Motherly Push

Gen

Rhodey & Mama Rhodes & the Stark Family

Mama Rhodes is not above a little bit of nagging and above-board manipulation to get what she wants.

K2 - Through A Child's Eyes, It's Different - Chapter 6: Very Familiar Eyes

Teen

Pepperony, MIT Bros

The Accords debacle is long over, and the ex-Avengers have come home. Things are not going well, particularly when Tony gets kidnapped by the villain-of-the-week and ends up in the middle of a freak lab accident.  Seeing things through the eyes of a child sounds kind of poetic, and in some cases, it is. But for the rogue Avengers, it's a shocking and harsh look at their past deeds, as well as a closer look at who Tony Stark really is when he doesn't have all his self-made masks up to protect him.  With Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy there to keep him safe and love him, Tony navigates the weirdness his life has become, while Dr. Strange, Thor, and Dr. Foster work to figure out what happened to Tony and if the deaging can be reversed.

K3 - Bot Shaming - Part 1

Gen

Tony & Dum-E

Dum-E broke the fourth wall, and Dad is shaming him on social media. (Moodboard)

K4 - Pepperony Soulmates Moodboard

Gen

Pepperony

Tony has been interviewing for a PA all day, and he expects that he’ll be wasting the rest of his day the same way. Until Pepper Potts walks into his office, and words flower under their skin.

K5 - Morgan’s Valentines  (Valentine’s Day fluff fic with Morgan making valentines)

Gen

Morgan & her family, Pepperony

Morgan makes a valentine for all the people, creatures, bots, and AI's in her life.

Adopted Squares

Sharon Carter: Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 10: Stark Cousins Summer Camp

Gen

Tony & Sharon

Sharon blackmailed Tony into coming to summer camp with her as a counselor. She is beginning to regret it…

Iron Dad: Tony Stark, Doo Doo Doo-Doo Doo

Gen

Tony & Morgan, Pepperony, Tony & the MCU teens, MIT Bros

Tony has Dad Brain, Morgan is disinterested in her nap, FRIDAY is amused, and a whole pack of teenagers are watching it unfold from behind the couch.

Tony Stank: Stank Industries moodboard

Gen

MIT Bros

Rhodey has been wearing Stank Industries shirts for months. Tony finally notices.

[kyliwrites]

HELNIK

"I can't believe you don't like Disney movies."

Pairing: Nina x Matthias

Word Count: 2k+

Fluff or Angst?: Fluff

Oneshot?: Yes

Proofread?: No

Unsurprisingly, when Nina suggested a stay-at-home movie night, there was a good deal of discourse about which movies to watch. As usual, everyone had a certain Opinion™ about which Marvel films were trash and which were alright (which dissolved into a debate about Marvel vs. DC; poor Wylan was clueless and shrunk into the sofa when the choruses of “SPIDERMAN!” and “IRON MAN!” grew to a screaming match that became a pillow fight between Inej and Jesper). And most of all, Kaz’s choices were… well, they were a far cry from the general mood Nina had intended to set for the night.

All she’d wanted was a night of peace and relaxation, and maybe to shove everyone else off the sofa to cuddle with Matthias, but no one needed to know that part. The point was, she hadn’t planned on the utter chaos that her friends left in the wake of determining a movie to watch, though she probably should have.

Her entire living room was trashed.

“Did you guys really have to shred my favorite throw pillow?” Nina groaned, flicking a feather off of her sleeve with a pointed glare at Inej. The girl hoarded knives like a madwoman, and Nina had no doubt the mess of stuffing strewn across the navy carpeted floor was her doing.

“I’m sorry,” Inej said, ducking her head sheepishly and looking decidedly unsorry.

“Mmhm, sureeeee you are.” Nina glanced to Jesper, who sat covered in little white wisps of pillow insides. He grimaced and made an attempt at defending his honor, but Wylan spoke first.

“He deserved it. He threw one first,” he said, sounding unbothered by the catastrophe that had befallen Nina's apartment. He smirked at his boyfriend from where he’d curled up a safe distance away from the rough-housing. Kaz, leaning against the wall, raised his brows in dry, contented amusement.

“What!?” Jesper placed a hand on his heart, mock offended. “You wound me, merchling. Aren’t you supposed to jump to my defense? Go on, love, yell, 'He’s not to blame!’”

Satisfaction danced across Inej’s face as she slid off of the sofa and dusted feathers off of her leggings. “You’re the one who insulted Spiderman. You got only what you asked for.”

Matthias huffed out a breathy laugh and strode forward to wrap his arms around Nina. He placed a kiss to the top of her head. “Regardless. I’m sure we can all agree that the best superhero of all time is Thor.”

There had been a time when he would have recoiled at the very thought of such public displays of affection, back when he’d just immigrated to New York, but now it was their trademark. Where Nina and Matthias were, little whispers and giggles followed - bets on when they’d forego common decency and, point blank, start making out.

It never happened - well… not often, anyway. There was that one time when two of her managers had walked in on a somewhat passionate kissing session in the back of the restaurant Nina worked part-time at, but that was a story for another day (and a miracle that she wasn’t fired then and there). She didn’t like to think of Zoya’s disappointed face or Genya’s broad smirk at the moment… regardless of the fact that Zoya’s disappointed face was Zoya’s regular face and Genya always smirked.

Nina leaned back into Matthias’s embrace and smiled up at him with an, “In your dreams, Thunder Thighs” and a grin.

Amused exasperation replaced the sweet smile that had been on his face moments prior. “You’re all uncultured swine. Thor is the best superhero, and that’s that. You can’t change my mind.”

Jesper arched a brow. “That sounds vaguely like an invitation to change your mind. Ever heard of—” Inej smacked him with a pillow.

“You can’t seriously intend to argue yourself into another pillow fight, Jes,” Wylan retorted. He shifted away from Matthias, Inej, and Jesper, ever the pacifist.

Actually, that was a lie. He had once shoved Kuwei Yul-Bo into a garbage can on Broadway Street when he asked Jesper on a date—coincidentally, it was while Wylan and Jesper were on the way to see Kinky Boots. On a date.

Wylan was by no means a pacifist—it was more that he was currently done with everyone's shit

Nina sighed, knowing she was going to have to break apart World War III on her own. Kaz was watching them with narrow eyes, humor evident in his wry smile, and Matthias, Inej, and Jesper seemed ready to face off like it was a three-way nineteenth century Russian duel.

“Okay, guys, stop. No superhero is the best—”

All three offenders opened their mouths to object.

“—let’s stop arguing about Marvel and DC and… watch a Disney movie?”

Jesper and Inej closed their mouths, and after a moment, they nodded in reluctant agreement. Wylan beamed, and Kaz merely shrugged. He had a sadistic streak when it came to Disney—cracking jokes when Bambi’s mother died, pointing out continuity errors, essentially ruining their childhoods—the like. Nina had suspected he loved witnessing their discomfort from the moment he had the audacity to laugh at the scene in Pocahontas when John Smith was shot and say, “They died of STDs. Fucking idiots.”

But Matthias had never watched a Disney movie with them before - he was the only ‘yes’ left before they could get on with picking which movie (another battle to be waged later).

When Nina turned to gauge his reaction, a look of pure disgust and confusion was etched on his face. Disbelief sprouted across her own.

“Matthias… don’t tell me. You’ve never seen a Disney movie? What kind of household did you grow upon?”

He frowned. “We didn’t have Disney movies. My family does not support the company.” Nina caught her friends' gazes as they all rolled their eyes simultaneously.

“Let me guess, you were put to work the second you could lift your refrigerator at the tender age or six months,” Jesper drawled, leaning back on the sofa.

“I could not lift my fridge at the tender age of six.”

“Ohh, right. Your parents never taught you what a joke is. You have my sincere apologies, Thunder Thighs."

“Matthias,” Matthias corrected, but before this debate could get out of hand, Nina flung her arms out and shouted, “Well, this has been great and all, but is anyone concerned that Matthias has never, not once, seen a Disney movie?”

“No offense, but it’s not exactly on my bucket list, love.” Matthias brushed a strand of copper hair out of her eyes.

“Well, now it is on my bucket list to get you to watch a Disney movie. Oh, I’ve got it! Hercules. Since you’re the classics major.”

No one offered any objections, aside from an attempt from Matthias that was quickly silenced by a kiss on the lips from Nina that left him red-faced and speechless.

And thus, five minutes later, the lights had been flicked off and all (most) of the couples were not-so-discreetly cuddling. Inej and Kaz were… sort of sitting together underneath a hand-woven blanket, but that was as close as it got with those two. Nina counted it as a silent victory.

Wylan and Jesper were literally just spooning, and Nina’s head was in Matthias’s lap as the sounds of sweet mythological-themed jazz filled her ears. Bless these powerful African-American ladies for their roles as the Muses.

The peace didn’t last, of course, because their group was undeniably the most dysfunctional gang ever to exist.

"Hercules? You mean Hunkules!”

“That was the worst joke I have ever heard,” Matthias growled, making a face.

“Shhh, you oaf, you have to listen to the story.” Nina swatted his chin affectionately.

“I don’t want to listen to the story,” he insisted, rubbing at his stubble where he’d been Swatted. “I know it already. I’m majoring in classics.”

“Sh! Save it for later.”

He obeyed with an uneffected roll of his eyes.

She was surprised he’d managed to keep his biting remarks to himself throughout the introduction, but it wasn’t too much of a shocker when he started at Hades’s appearance on screen.

“That is not Hades. Tell me that’s not supposed to be Hades.”

“It’s supposed to be Hades.”

“That is wrong!”

“It’s a kids’ movie and he’s the villain, of course he looks wrong. Now shut up and watch it.”

Matthias let out a beleaguered sigh and cast his gaze back toward the television screen.

Most of the movie progressed uneventfully from that point onward, but during the ending, Matthias sucked in a breath and Nina just knew he was going to rant about the inaccuracy of a children’s movie and Greek myths for a solid twelve and a half minutes.

“First of all, why was Hades portrayed so *horrendously?*”

“You laughed at his jokes.”

“I laughed because they were stupid. But why was he so- so-”

“Gay?” Nina suggested with a wriggle of her brows.

Matthias’s neck was red with the determination of a man who was not going to back down from a fight. “Yes? Well…” He considered it for a moment. “No, that part was actually spot-on. All of the Greek deities were tragically bisexual—”

“Can I get a pin that says that? ‘Tragically bisexual?’” Jesper laughed.

“Make it yourself,” Matthias retorted and returned to his rant. If Nina was being honest, she tuned him out after the words, “scrawny golden white boy" were uttered, opting instead to watch his entire face move with his mouth.

It was addicting, seeing his eyes alight with passion and flare. He seemed so relentless, so full of emotion that he was bursting at the seams with it, and it was a relaxing change to what Nina was accustomed to seeing… the frigid, daunting mask of stoicism he wore around everyone else. It was why she’d fallen in love with him in the first place. He was strong, well-mannered, but most of all, he had conviction in his beliefs, a fire behind his ice that melted it into water—even if he hadn't always clung to the... correct... beliefs. He hadn't always been so open-minded.

She liked to believe that she'd somehow changed him, that the goodness in his heart had been stirred into awakening by her hand. That she'd made him a better man. That she'd taught him to love her as an equal. She liked to imagine that one day they might return to his family and spread what he'd learned. The Helvars were good people deep down, but uneducated in the ways that mattered—in the emotions and hardships of those less fortunate than them. They had prejudices of their own that Nina dreamed of helping them overcome... and some people had prejudices against them she wished to eliminate. Maybe these were the foolish ramblings of an optimist, but she had her hopes, and if they worked together they might overcome the biases of the world.

Nina cursed herself. Oh, this heart of hers. She was getting sappy in the midst of an argument about Disney.

“For God’s sake, Matthias,” Jesper was saying when she finally tuned back in, as exasperated as ever. “It’s Disney.”

“That’s precisely the problem." Matthias’s eyebrows were knit together. "Children are being educated wrong! All of them will grow up having learned the myth incorrectly. Do you know how difficult it is to relearn a topic after years of—"

Jesper cut in with an, "Okay, I can’t sit here and listen to this anymore. I’m leaving.” Wylan made a noise of protest, clearly unwilling to be deprived of the warmth of his boyfriend’s arms, but Jesper tugged the blanket away and started to rise.

Nina, chuckling fondly, gestured to the door. “Then get out of our apartment. I’ve got classes and work tomorrow, and I’m not staying up any later than this. Besides, Matthias needs his beauty sleep.”

“Alright, alright,” Jesper grumbled, slinging an arm around Wylan as they took their leave.

Matthias poked her chest with an affectionate glare. “My beauty sleep? Isn’t that what you need?”

“No, because I”—she prodded him right back—”am already stunning, thank you very much.”

Matthias’s teasing expression fell, and was replaced with something kinder, softer. “I know. You, Nina Zenik, are the most stunning, gorgeous, beautiful—ridiculously beautiful, might I add—”

Nina grew flustered.

"Obviously," she said, though her cheeks were pink, and she pushed him gently.

Matthias was undeterred. He was gazing at her with depthless tenderness. “—most amazing, talented”—at this, Nina snorted—”woman I know.”

An awkward clearing of the throat interrupted Nina before she could even reply to that.

Kaz. Oh shit, she thought.

“Oh shit," she said.

“If you could take that elsewhere, that would be just stellar,” Kaz whispered.

“No, why don’t you leave my house? And why are you whisper—oh.”

Inej had lain her head on Kaz’s shoulder and was out like a light.

“Yes, oh.” Kaz scowled, shooing them away. “I don’t intend to move, because this one sleeps about as often as I do. Now go cuddle elsewhere.”

“Kicking me out of my own living room? Brekker, you’re a riot.”

“Fuck off, Zenik.”

Nina snickered and Matthias whisked her away with a firm glare at Kaz. He practically carried her towards their bedroom, ignoring her giggles and protests, and kissed her sweetly before drawing the covers over her shoulders.

“So how did you really feel about the Disney movie?” She asked when they were both comfortably snuggled beneath the comforter.

Matthias groaned. “It’s midnight, Nina.”

“Answers, Helvar. I demand them.”

There was a pregnant stretch of silence, and just when Nina was sure he wasn’t going to answer, he said, “...It was inaccurate and a mistake was made by ever producing it, but… it was alright.”

She let out a whoop of victory at which Matthias rolled his eyes and turned on his side.

“I win!” Nina cawed, drawing him back towards her. “Ha!”

“Oh, lovely. You’ll be insufferable now.”

“You love me, though.” Nina kissed the back of his head, content to breathe in the scent of him as she buried her nose in the crook of his neck.

“That I do. I most definitely do.”

“Good,” she murmured. “Because I love you, too.”

[bluebellhairpin]

Sentimentality

Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

A/N: This is from a nostalgia writing challenge hosted by @whirlybirbs. She’s a wonderful writer, I absolutely adore her work, and I just wanted to give a little back to her as a thank you for all her amazing efforts as a writer. - Nemo

Words: 1386

Prompt: “This is where we first met, isn’t it?” 

Summary: First meetings are usually memorable, especially with someone who ends up working with so well. When it comes to you and Steve Rogers, no one can seem to make up their mind as to where or how you met. Their guesses are so very far off. Not that you’d tell them that. You both have more fun spending time waiting for them to guess correctly. 

Masterlist  

There was much debate as to when you first met Steve Rogers.

If you asked someone like Tony and Clint, they’d say you’d met at one of Tony’s parties, that you’d bonded over the fact neither of you were as enthusiastic about trying to lift Thor’s hammer.

Thor would say you’d met while on separate missions, that one of you had saved the other. Ever the chivalrous Prince, he thought everyone met in some way like that would reenact a fairy-tale.

Folks like Natasha, Bruce, and other Shield agents like Fury and Hill would all say it was you both being paired to go on a mission together. Fury was the only one that could safely say he had evidence of this since he was the one that paired you together.

However the likelihood of all those options being right were very much off the table.

The only person who really knew how you met was Bucky, and he wasn’t exactly someone who made himself available for conversations, let alone talking about how his best friend met the girl of his dreams.

Technically, Steve and You met when you were still kids. Both your caretakers at the time had to go out, and having known each other well, needing to leave their kids somewhere while they ‘hit the town’ for the first time since forever, decided to leave you both together. Under the supervision of Bucky, naturally.

It was one of the worst days of your life.

First Steve ran off, he’d been insisting before hand to go play baseball with the other boys down the street, but Bucky was strictly told to not let him outside, so Steve went anyway.

Second, on the way to go get Steve back, you slipped down the stairwell and did something to your ankle. Both you and Bucky decided to keep it a secret so you wouldn’t get in trouble, you still suffer from stiffness nowadays because of it.

Then, you managed to get Steve within your eyeline just in time for him to get bonked on the head with the baseball. Bucky practically dropped you where he stood to go make sure Steve was okay.

After that you’d made a pact with yourself to not chase after Steve if or when he got himself into a situation that’d cause trouble.

The next time you met was when you were younger teenagers, around twelve years old. You and Bucky had kept in touch enough for you to have heard about Steve’s goings ons to realise he hadn’t changed much.

Which annoyed you, to say the least.

But there was something about the problematic boy that you admired. That was how much heart and determination he had. He could do anything all day if he wasn’t so sick all the time.

This time when you met it was at a milk bar. Bucky had just started figuring out that girls don’t have cooties and that instead they were very pretty and good for hand-holding. Steve, however, had decided that he wasn’t so sick that he couldn’t try and beat up anyone who was miss-treating others badly.

Needless to say, the outing ended with Steve having a busted lip, some dented trash cans in a back alley near the milk bar, and you not getting the milkshake you’d ordered.

That was your first memory you had of Steve, in person, that hadn’t been tainted over the years because it’d been ‘too long ago’.

The fact you were looking back on events that happened in the 1930’s really proves that both Shield and Hydra weren’t yet ready to douse their efforts to make an army of super soldiers.

Bucky was the first example of that, used by Hydra to do their dirty work for an entire lifetime before being set free.

You were the second example, used instead by Shield to do the same thing. You were kept in the depths of a Shield storage facility set to be released when things got too bad. Fury almost let you out when Loki attacked, and then again when Ultron came, and when the Winter Soldier visited again, but decided to wait encase something turned in the right direction.

It did, as always.

But then something came up, something that, if the world knew, would pummel everyone into a state of chaos.

So Fury woke you, Steve standing nearby, and you weren’t quite sure who he was for a while. You still didn’t know until he told who you were fighting his most famous line.

“I can do this all day.”

You almost thrashed him then and there for not telling you he was your Steve. He said he thought you knew. You said you’d deal with it later.

And gosh-darn you did.

The heated discussion was heard from two floors above and below you. Bucky sat in the next room, ready to interfere if it sounded like it was getting physical. Super Soldiers could get very dangerous. Gladly the dispute died down within an hour and everyone was able to get back to their lives without having to worry about a spat staring up.

Soon, over time, you both melded into a pair that worked like a well-oiled machine. Missions you went on were completed perfectly, battles fought were won, and conversational banter was just like what would happen between two that had known each other for years.

You had known each other for years, but others didn’t know that. You were both waiting to see how long it’d last before they found out.

On one of your free days, both you and Steve decided to visit Brooklyn. See what parts were still left standing from when you both once lived there.

You’d made it to your old street, still seeing the kids running down and across the street playing their games of baseball or kick the can. Some buildings were still standing, probably heritage listed now, but a lot of them had been knocked down earlier to make way for newer and more practical apartments and shops.

Steve pointed over to a doorstep. You recognize it at the door that lead to the stairwell that messed up your ankle.

“This is where we first met, isn’t it?” You asked, running your hand along the door frame and looked back at him. “Back when we were about seven or eight. You remember?” He nodded.

“Yeah, you twisted your ankle, and I got hit on the head with a baseball. I didn’t hear the end of it from Buck for at least two months.” Your stomach lurched at his rencounter. The nostalgia was almost too much.

You’d never thought of it before, it’d never crossed your mind, but you could’ve lived and died before today. You could’ve gotten married, had children of your own, grand-kids even. You could’ve opened up that shop you always wanted, but you didn’t.

“You alright? (y/n)?” Steve asked, moving to support you but winding a hand around your waist. You took in a deep breath and nodded.

“I’m fine, just thinking too much.” You explained, and Steve’s face washed over with understanding. He felt sorry for you, it was his fault you were here to begin with. He would never admit it, but he always blamed himself for what happened to you.

He wanted you to be happy, to live a life with no real regrets. But that wasn’t an option anymore.

So he promised himself to keep you safe so you could have a happy life now.

“Let’s get you home then.” He said, stepping down the doorsteps, keeping you at his side. You didn’t feel bad anymore, you knew you could stand on your own, and you felt Steve knew that too. But neither of you wanted to not be that close.

To think, after a childhood filled with memories of a boy who was nothing but a problem, missions that made you push each other to their new best simply so you could keep each other safe, and nights spent trying to figure out how to work out all the new technology, all you needed was each other.

Him; This man, this soldier. Earth's righteous man.

You; A fighter, a weapon. Earth’s embodiment of Persephone.  

Two powerful people, all they need is to stand by each other.

[tarithenurse]

On my mind, in my soul - 18

Prompt: This will be the last chapter and is based on a prompt by @liesje86: “Uhm. “Simple man” the cover with Jensen Ackles, a white sandy beach on Hawaaï or something, and two identical daggers.” Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Swearing as usual, angst, mention of god and bad parenting, hints of loss, nervousness, fluff, lemons, anger. All sorts of good stuff. A/N:  This is the last chapter! o.O Thank you all for the lovely prompts, it won’t be the last time I’ll work like that. I hope this ending is all you guys could wish for...except the spelling etc because I just REALLY wanted to share it, so I’ve not proof read it, meh. Please, reblog etc. if you did enjoy <3

Satisfied

…   Loki’s PoV   …

There are moments in a child’s life when they look upon their parents and wonder “what if”. What if the parents had never met? What if they never had decided to have children? Then the kid wouldn’t be in the world or maybe they’d be an only child or…

Thinking back, Loki’s thoughts had often been related more to the question of “why”, as in “why did his parents love each other” or at the very least why the love between them was so different and apparently impossible to spill over onto the youngest prince. No, that wouldn’t be fair to say, because Frigga did love her son and she did her best to make sure he knew that. Just like she would comfort him when he was sad or guide him when he felt lost. Frigga, queen and mother, was the one person Loki could come to for support or philosophical discussions. She was the one that saw his future as something bright and blessed, and she would spin tales rivalling the best penmanship to instill a longing within the heart of the young prince for all that was to come.

Mama told me when I was young: Come sit beside me, my only son

…   Reader’s PoV   …

This. Is. Quality. Stretching towards the cloudless sky above you, it’s all you can do not to spontaneously start giggling at the feel of the ocean lapping over your feet and caressing your ankles. Cool on your hot skin but not too cold that a swim would be anything else than heavenly tomorrow…today’s too late because the jet only touched down an hour before earlier and now the sun is setting across the endless ocean.

For more than a year now, Loki has been escaping with you to the most wonderful places on earth (so far) between working on missions with the Avengers. It’s not a life you expected even with the Asgardian as your partner in crime. Crime. Yeah, not a whole lot of action’s been going on on that front, obviously, and still somehow…you’ve got more than enough challenges to keep your mind occupied. Heists have been replaced by rescue operations; artifacts replaced with weapons. At least the way of working is still relatively the same in terms of intel and planning.

Cool hands snake around your waist, pulling you backwards against the hard planes of muscle of a similar low temperature, making goosebumps spread across your skin.

“I should have known you’d abandon me with the unpacking in favour of this,” Loki mumbles into you hair.

You turn partially in his arms, wanting to be able to kiss him but not wanting to give up the scenery beyond the glittering sea. “Can you blame me? Look at that view!”

Leaning back from the embrace, the god’s attention isn’t on the sunset. “Breathtaking.”

Then he holds you close, preventing you from saying anything until the sun finally disappears beneath the horizon in a display of orange and purples and anything in between. Breathtaking, yes.

…   Loki’s PoV   …

Unpacking had, in truth, been a simple task for the god who simply had left the butler with that responsibility (with the exception of one specific piece of luggage) and as the chef was already preparing the lavish dinner, Loki had found himself pacing. Restless. Nervous.

That very same insecurity still hunts the pale man all through dinner. He dotes on [Y/N], feeds her bites from the ridiculous amount of tiny dishes that have been prepared and offers her cool wines. But Loki can barely swallow a morsel himself.

His gaze is locked on the softly coloured lips that send him a shy smile. They are small talking, and it’s a challenge to stay focused on the subject when joy sparkles in the [Y/E/C] of the perfect woman’s eyes. Nimble fingers fidget with glass or delve into the silken hair that by now has become messy from the travelling. Messy, but oh so right, bringing attention to the wildness that bubbles just below the surface of her.

That’s who she is. His wild kitten. Intelligent, fierce, approaching any challenge with a calculative silence until she succeeds and lets go of the inhibitions for a while. Morals? [Y/N] never claims to be an angel, yet she has managed to show the god a different way – the way Frigga spoke of hundreds of years ago when Loki was a child in need of comfort and hope. Life had indeed turned out slightly different than what his mother had predicted because there is no Asgard and royal life (even as nothing more than a prince) and no plans of ruling or being distinguished beyond the scope of mortal man. It is…simpler.

“Hon?” [Y/N] manages to get through the fog of thoughts.

Her furrowed brows don’t relax until he has promised that everything is fine. “I was merely thinking…of you, in fact.”

“Oh?” A coy smile dances on her mouth. “Am I in trouble?”

“When are you not?” Loki can’t help but laugh. “You could be the Goddess of Mischief. Do not feign innocence when we both know it was you that swapped out everyone’s underwear.”

[Y/N] disguises a grin behind the wineglass, and when she moves the glass from her lips a seriousness has returned. “But what were you thinking? I know it was something serious…”

Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself Follow your heart and nothing else

…   Reader’s PoV   …

You watch with both wonder and concern as the god they call Silver Tongue struggles with his words, opening and closing his mouth several times as a faint red sheen crawls into his eyes where the pupils are blown. That bad? Reaching for his hand, you’re afraid he’ll pull away, but he doesn’t. Cold and slightly damp against your palm…and trembling.

”Please, Loki…” you begin softly, stroking his knuckles with your thumb.

The cold spikes and he pulls away, breaking a piece off your heart. ”Excuse me.”

He doesn’t even stop to pick up the chair after he topples it over in his eager to get away from you. Why? A cold, his cold, has gripped your chest so hard you have to struggle to breathe. What did I do wrong?

You’ve wanted to deny the signs, but this can’t be unseen. For weeks now, he’s become increasingly withdrawn, preferring solitude or simply losing focus, and it’s been getting worse even with a short respite after he and Thor had been away to some other realm or planet or whatever. For a few days things had seemed normal, then it started all over. This is the worst yet.

Bit by bit, lessons you’ve let from your new co-workers (especially Natasha) start to surface, diluting the self-deprecation with a healthy amount of anger and determination. Trucker turd! Your own chair screeches across the marble floor. I’ll be damn if I let him make me feel crappy on a vacation like this! And with that in mind, you march off the way Loki had gone.

You find him in the bedroom, crouched by his suitcase with the back to the door.

“Okay, listen up, mister!”

Hands on your hips and a solid footing, you plant yourself a few steps behind him. Gorgeous bedroom. The thought zips through your mind unwanted and you push it aside for now, ignoring the probably gorgeous view from the huge windows and balcony beyond…and the grand bed to your left which you’d been hoping to “break in” tonight rather than scold a god. But that’s life sometimes.

“I know, [Y/N],” Loki admits quietly, the tenderness in his voice catching you by surprise, “I’ve been…absentminded and distanced lately.” His back is still toward you, but you know the sort of pain showing in his eyes anyways. “You deserve more than that, I know, because you are…you have changed my life and me for the better.”

“Darling…”

The distance isn’t even reduced by a single step before he motions for you to stop. To wait. His shoulders rise and fall before he finally straightens his back and swirls around to face you. Still on his knees. Oh… Turquoise eyes root you to the spot. Big hands holds a footlong box.

“I wish could tell you all the reasons I love you…but there’s not enough time in the universe for it.” A dextrous tongue swipes his bottom lip. “Lady [Y/N] [Y/L/N], will you allow me to be your husband?”

With those words, he flips the box open to show the contents, but the world is becoming a blur to you, spinning the room slowly. Oh. Oh no. Not…how…

“But Loki…I’ll die from you!” You can hear it yourself, how broken your voice is.

As the first tear falls and your vision clears a bit, you see the man you love put the box aside and stand. His strong arms encircle you, holding you tightly against his chest. A part of you wants to push away, to save him from the real pain later by leaving him now because after all: it had been your plan to leave him eventually, so he didn’t have to see you grow old and die.

“My dear, I know your reasoning,” he whispers in your ear, soft kissing landing on your cheeks and lips, “I would not want to miss out on even a second of your life, I’ll be by your side forever because nothing can change what I feel. Please let me…if you truly love me.”

Pulling back as much as his embrace allows, you frown at him indignantly. “I do love you!”

“Then please…” He guides you to sit on the foot end of the bed before retrieving the box once more and kneeling again. “Please let me be yours.” The dark wood is padded on the inside with golden silk, cradling two nearly identical daggers perfectly. “I know of the Midgardian customs with the rings…however I thought you would appreciate the tradition from Vanaheim where the betrothed couple each carries a twin dagger, bound by magic and echoing the heartbeat of the person that carries the twin…”

“I’d always be able to sense you…”

He nods, proffering the box. And they’re gorgeous too. Of course he’s right in thinking you’d prefer this over a ring. The handles appear to be frosted glass with smoky tendrils of Jotun-blue at the centre and a bead at the very end while the blade itself is silvered and perforated by runes.

Those spell out Loki which means the other dagger has your name on it. Lifting the Loki-blade, you recognise the quality of the craftmanship.

“That would be the one you would carry…if you choose to…” the god trails off.

Carefully, you return the weapon to its place. Then you close the lid and set the box aside before sliding onto the floor.

“I hate the idea of breaking your heart…but I hate the idea of being without you too. If one day you realize you can’t watch me grow old, then promise me we say goodbye as friends.”

“You mean…that –”

“– is a yes.”

Mouths clash cold yet passionate, the fervour growing with each stroke of tongue tips or nibble at the other’s lips and soon Loki’s pushing the straps of your dress aside gently. Every inch of skin is lavished with kisses that make goosebumps break out and you nipples harden against the lace (which is all that remains as cover). Once the soft cotton hangs from your hips, the god’s roaming hands come to rest at your waist. You know what he’s about to do, but it amazes you regardless. It always does. Lifting you to your feet as though you weigh nothing at all and standing you on the bed. Loki’s nose presses against the skin of your belly or, if he stretches a bit, the cleavage where he can inhale your scent while his hands bring the dress the rest of the way down. Probably holding it back rather than letting it fall for the simple purpose of enjoying the slow reveal of your body.

“My love.” Kisses are peppered onto your hips. “My queen.” Hands roam the back of your thighs. “My fiancée.” A long arm reaches up along your back to release the hooks on the bra. “Mine.”

You vaguely hear where the lacy clothing lands, but not really because Loki’s mouth and hands are at your breasts, the Silver Tongue of his working the kind of magic that’s reserved for you only. Moans fill the room as the god slides down your panties to allow access to a hand, fingers skimming through the folds and teasing you in just the right way by adding pressure with the hell of the hand whenever possible.

Even with your fingers entwined with Loki’s black hair, it’s hard to keep balance on the soft bed and you’re grateful by the time he lays you down and positions himself to continue the work between your legs. Languidly. Broad licks supplemented by pressure administered by a thumb to your clit to have you pussy aching and clenching helplessly around nothing. You on the verge of cumming when his lips close around the little bundle of nerves.

“Please, Loki.”

“Hmmmm?” The sound sends vibrations into you, but he detaches before it sets off a climax. “Not yet, my love.”

Fuck! It wouldn’t be smart to say that out loud. The man thrives on teasing to the point that it nearly becomes torture, so you adopt a different tactic and suggest with a purr that he be the one to be treated.

Obviously, he can’t resist to see your lips wrapped around his cock and soon, Loki’s the one to groan and beg for release either in your mouth or deep within the needing cunt. Oh, the delicious revenge is sweet. Now you’re the one to move slowly, crawling up his body and trailing kisses (and bites) along the way until your straddling him with his erection sliding between the slick folds in a manner that stimulates your clit just perfectly. Fingers digging into your thighs, he lies and watches as you succumb to an orgasm, juices dripping onto his balls and the throbbing shaft.

“Please…” he nearly whines as you start to come down.

A nod is all he needs before he’s flipped you both around and sheathed himself fully in you, setting off a new wave of ecstasy which he somehow manages to wait out, still as a statue. But you see his struggle. You see it in his eyes that are turning crimson, and you feel it on his body temperature which is dropping.

“Let me see you,” you whisper hoarsely, “the real you.”

Loki knows how attractive you find the Jotun form and happily complies with your request. Each body part enlarges – some parts more than others, thank goodness, but you still feel the swell of his cock within you, stretching your walls a bit more.

“God, yes!”

Rolling his hips, the partner in crime pulls out almost completely before thrusting back forcefully, making you scoot up the bed until you can reach and stem against on the headboard, and each stroke Loki gives is met by a tilt of your hips. Teeth find the crook of your throat, latching on hard enough that it will bruise tomorrow and softly enough for the pain not to be too much.

…   Loki’s PoV   …

He sees [Y/N]’s eyelashes flutter as she arches against his blue body. Heat against cold. The walls of her cunt clench and pulsate, sending tremors through her perfect shape and breaking the cry that falls from her lips. And Loki is right at the precipice with the woman, toppling over the edge and into a sea of bliss. It is all he can do to keep himself from collapsing onto [Y/N], rolling off instead to lie panting next to her.

She is still shivering, when the god regains his strength enough to focus his seiðr to care for her before finally pulling the light of his live into his arms.

“I love you,” she smiles drowsily, “all the time.” She doesn’t bother to stifle a yawn,

Her temple is hot against his lips. “I love you too. Always.”

There is no answer save for the gentle breathing.

Always.

Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can

[amberandmetal]

Of smoke and desire

Written for: @revengingbarnes for their 10k challenge. Prompt: Teen wolf AU. Pairing: Incubus!Loki x FemaleWerewolf!Reader. Warnings: Smut, as no express consent is given and reader is technically under the influence of Loki’s demon sex mojo this can be seen as dub-con if you squint. But the want and feelings were there before so not really, but you know. Better safe than sorry. Rating: E Word count: ca 4 k Summary: The Asgard pack asks the Starks for help when trouble arises regarding their youngest. A/N: This is my first AU!..I think. I’ve written UA’s before (which I have come to learn is not the same thing, who knew). This was so fun to write, especially since I’m a Teen wolf fan since way back, and it was just great to try to piece all these characters into this world and try to fit their backgrounds into something that would work and ugh, yeah.  Fatima, this was a groovy ass challenge and I had so much fun with it. Hope you’ll, and whomever might read this, like it! P.S English is my 2nd language and this is unbetad: all mistakes are mine. 

    The TV was set on low, some insipid program on in the background. The sun had just started to set and cast a warm glow over the snugly furnished living room. You hummed and burrowed closer to Natasha on the couch, yanking at the blanket covering her so she’d let you in to share the warmth. You wrapped yourself around her under the warm cover, letting the shared body heat and gentle lavender from the aroma diffuser calm your senses.

You had all been on edge for most of the evening. Clint was deeply submerged in the games on his tablet, while Bucky and Steve had taken to the gym, going round after round, trying to beat the stress out of their systems.

    You and Natasha were different, the boys needed their distractions, but you two sought comfort in each other, in the pack bond- and the tidal wave of oxytocin that brought with it.

    Nat pulled you closer until your head rested heavily on the little dip beneath her collarbone. From the outside you both looked completely at peace, but inside there was still tension chilling your bones.

    Your Alpha had gotten the call almost four hours ago. Worry had ghosted across his face only for a moment before it was replaced with what Bucky and Clint liked to call his “Alpha face”; strong, set, determined. He’d left right after the call ended, giving you nothing on what had happened except that the Asgard pack had asked for his assistance and “I will be back as soon as possible, don’t worry-”

    “But you know we do.”

    Tony had stopped in the door and turnt to you. A fond smile lighting up the seriousness that had taken over his features. He gripped your chin and tilted it up, caressing your cheek when his eyes found yours.

    “I know.”

    That had been four hours ago.

    It was never an easy thing when your Alpha was away, his absence churned in your bones. They liked to tease you about it, calling you the little lapdog of the pack, blaming it on you being the youngest and that you needed to “stop being such a pup”. But it was different for them.

    The Stark pack was a family, but unlike the Asgard pack it was not by blood. The others had their biological families scattered over the country and they stayed in touch and occasionally left to visit.

    Other packs liked to refer to you lot as “Stark and his little collection of rescues” and though absolutely meant as an insult it wasn’t far from the truth.

    Tony had been the only child of the infamous Alpha Howard Stark, and when he and his wife passed away in a car crash, Tony was the next in line. Alone and miserable he’d set out on a path of self destruction; years spent deep in dark coloured bottles, powder that shot through him like electricity, and the arms of whoever would have him. He’d been barely alive when James had found him.

    James had been a part of Tony’s life ever since, and as the pack’s emmissery the first person their Alpha went to for advice. You didn’t care that he wasn’t officially pack. Rhodes was family.

    Tony had started looking for a pack then, finding those who either had nothing left to live for or those who had no life left to speak of.

    Steve had been the first. Tony found him in a hospice care facility, the list of things wrong with him longer than the one with what wasn’t. He’d explained to him exactly what he was offering, the good with the bad- and the risk. But he’d told Tony exactly the same thing as everyone else in the pack when asked.

    “Anything is better than this.”

    Clint had been deaf, depressed and living his days looking out from the bottom of a bottle.

    Bucky had lost his left arm in war, and isolated himself, plagued by psychotic breaks brought on by severe PTSD.

    Natasha was a different story in the way that nobody knew it. She left about once every third month for a week or so and nobody actually knew, but assumed she visited some sort of family. How she came to be a part of the pack was a secret solemnly kept between her and her Alpha.

    And then there was you, the youngest and newest addition to the pack, even though it had been years since you turned they still treated you like the smallest sibling: always teasing you. But they also were very protective and spoiled you -as Tony liked to say- rotten.

    You were the only one in the pack that hadn’t been turned by your Alpha, and it felt like missing out on a connection the others had.

    Three years ago your family had been attacked by a rabid alpha. To this day you still had no idea why she had gone for you or your parents- or your brother.

    Tony had showed up, but it had been too late; you survived your wounds, your family didn’t.

    Once Tony had you somewhere safe with the red haired woman you’d come to know as a sister looking after you, he had set off with Steve, Bucky and Clint, tracking down the she-wolf who had ruined your life.

    Later after the deep wounds had healed; after her claws had forced your body to turn; after you’d wrapped your head around the fact that not only were werewolves real but you had actually turned into one; after the initial shock of your family’s death had died down- you asked them what had happened to the woman.

    “We decided her head and body wasn’t a good fit and had to part ways.”

    And that was the first time you met Clint.

    It had been a horrible year, dealing with the loss of your parents, trying to accept what you had become, struggling to find a place in this new family where everybody was a little broken, but worst of all: trying to accept and deal with the loss of your little brother.

    Tony had been by your side countless hours, when you woke up screaming from nightmares, when the anxiety hit you so hard you couldn’t control your shift, when everything in you crumbled and roared in a vortex of pain and you’d felt like you could never get up again. He had taught you control, he had helped you heal and he had given you a safe place- a new family in the ruins of your old. There was a reason you were so close with your Alpha.

    Your head snapped up when the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the door reached your ears.

    You weren’t the only one. Tony had barely gotten into the living room before he was crowded by five werewolves, pushing up against him in search of the calming effects of their Alpha’s scent. All of you completely reeked with worry.

    Tony managed a small chuckle but it sounded strained. He touched each and every one of you in turn, a warm hand on a bare shoulder, knuckles brushing softly against a cheek, a neck getting affectionately scratched. Lastly he turned to you and dropped a kiss on your forehead- you almost purred with the warmth of it.

    “What’s wrong?” Steve was the first one to speak up. He had been with Tony the longest, and as his first there was a bond there that the rest of you didn’t quite understand.

    Tony sighed and carded his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth down the tufts of stray strands that stood on end.

    “There’s a situation..”, he moved toward the couches and motioned for you to follow “Loki is missing.”

    As if by command all of you sat down on the cushions, backs straight, your shoulders pulled back and your senses spiking.

    “What do you mean missing?!”

    Loki was the youngest of the small Asgard pack. There was Odin the alpha, and his wife Frigga. They had six children, three of which were off to college. Thor, the eldest worked as a carpenter and he was often around your house fixing whatever new thing that’d been demolished. Sif was his younger sister and one of the only two in the family that wasn’t a werewolf; she was born a human but she was still fiercer than any of them. Besides Loki she was your favourite.

    Loki was, like you, the youngest, and like Sif, a human. He was slimmer than the others, fairer and quieter. He was beautiful and odd, and his smirks always more resembled smiles when directed at you.

    “He had a fallout with his father and took off.”

    Bucky scoffed.

    “Are you telling us all this commotion is because Loki decided to run away? He’s an adult for fuck sake!”

    A sharp look and a warning growl reverberating at the bottom of Tony’s throat was enough to make Bucky shrink back on the couch, eyes averted.

    “It’s a bit more complicated than that,” Tony said sharply, “apparently there is more to Loki than we thought. And I’m not overly impressed with Odin for keeping this from me.”

    He sighed, leaned back and laid a heavy hand on Steve’s thigh. The other man took it instantly, squeezing it in a reassuring manner. You all felt a bit more at ease at the grateful smile that pulled on your Alpha’s lips.

    “Loki is adopted-”

    “What?!”

    “-and he just found out. And apparently our boy is not a hundred percent human.”

    Clint and you blinked at your Alpha in unison.

    “Hold up. What? Loki? Shy, spindly noseinabookbecauseyouallsuck Loki?”

    Tony shot him an exasperated look.

    “I just mean.. how? And what is he then? He’s obviously not a wolf? At least he doesn’t smell like one-”

    Tony sighed again, pulling his hand up to rub at his eyes.

    “Fuck. Yeah okay, so we’re doing this then… Apparently he’s a demon- part demon, according to his father.”

    There was complete silence around you. Everybody, including the otherwise composed Steve and Natasha, just stared at Tony, jaws dangerously close to the floor.

    “You can’t be serious?”

    “Afraid so.”

    “But how-”

    “When-”

    “I mean he’s just so-”

    “Exactly! And he’s never-”

    “He’s never shown any indications of-”

    “Alright, enough!” His alpha voice cut the air like a whip through the chatter and you all fell silent.

    “Frigga told me, after the signs started showing in his early teens they started slipping him something they got from Bruce, some root or, some other..- look, I don’t know! That’s not the point. The point is that Loki is out there somewhere and he is a danger to others as well as himself. He doesn’t know his demon side, doesn’t know his powers. And something like that? Lying dormant for years until suddenly, it’s not? He will be feral, more demon than human..” he inhaled deeply and then let it out in a long sigh, “We don’t hurt him. The Asgard pack came to us because they trust us, lets not give them a reason to regret that choice.”

    Darkness had already started to descend when you reached the big wooden sign of Beacon Hills Preserve. Odin and his pack stood there already waiting for you. Rhodes was there too, his eyes soft as they fell on the pack.

    Odin stepped forward.

    “I’m glad you came.”

    “Of course, Loki is important to us too.”

    The two Alphas grabbed each others hands for a moment.

    “Come. The trail ends about two and half miles northeast of here.” He motioned for his wife, Thor and Sif, and a man you’d never seen before but who you assumed was their emissary Bruce, to follow him; and you followed suit, ducking into the heavy foliage of Beacon Hills preserve.

    Natasha and Bucky kept to your sides, as close as possible without touching, and their scents were dense with the spicy sweet smell of ‘pack’ and ‘protect’.

     You scented the air, wrinkling your nose in confusion when you couldn’t find a trace of Loki in it, but instead a thick smoke-like odour. It didn’t have the typical threads to it that you could pull on to trace and find whatever you were tracking; it was more like a billowing thing, seeping into the lush dank air of the forest like it belonged there.

    “If you find him, incapacitation only. No matter what he says or does. The demon in his veins has him overtaken and I do not know what we will find,” Odin paused, raising his flashlight and peering into the woods for a second before looking down, his wife brushing his cheek softly, “ he is still my son. Blood or not. I think you of all people can understand that, Stark.”

    Tony looked back at his pack, turned back to Odin and nodded.

    “We won’t hurt him.”

    The rest of you gave various sounds of agreement and Frigga, Sif and Thor looked at you gratefully. Frigga laid a gentle hand on Tony’s shoulder.

    “Then let’s bring my boy home.”

    “Here’s where the trail ended a few hours ago,” Thor spoke up “the scent of smoke is too strong here. We will fan out from this point, if you find him you call. Understood?”

    Nobody spoke, everyone simply nodded . There was a pressed atmosphere, something pensive and tense hung thick and syrupy in the air. It seeped into your spine.

    Tony instructed who should go where, and with a last squeeze of her hand and his cheek quickly pushed against yours Nat and Bucky had taken off and you were staring into the heavy vegetation, its edges blurred by the twilight.

    Beside you was suddenly the soft sound of heavy paws against wet soil; you turned and blinked at the large white wolf. He looked stoic and regal in the low light. There was a reason why Odin was the most respected out of all the Alphas in Beacon county.

    His red eyes glowed in stark contrast against the silvery white fur- blood on a silken sheet. And then he was gone, leaving you the last to take off.

    The shift always seemed strange to you; it was a relief yet a sadness- a hurt. Everytime you shifted it reminded you of why you were what you were in the first place. Every turn was a reminder of what you had lost.

    But it was also an alleviation- like finally opening your eyes after having kept them closed for too long.

    As your forehead changed and morphed with the ridge of your nose your sight grew clearer, the edge of the leaves sharper. The claws on your feet burrowed into the earth as you pushed down, reveling in the scent of damp soil flooding the air and the change that trickled up your back. You pushed down the immediate need to howl out all the stagnant energy that was bursting to be let out now that you finally had opened up.

    You took off, thankful for the forgiving fabric of your sweats as you pushed forward down on all fours, running so fast you were practically flying. It was hard to remind yourself why you were here, to not get completely lost in the sensation. Loki, you had to keep your focus on Loki.

    You ran until you couldn’t hear your family on your sides anymore, until you reached a cliff overlooking the entire town. You stopped there to scent the air, willing your senses to find even the faintest trace of Loki. You allowed your fangs and claws to retract, gently shifting back with a sigh, stretching and cracking your neck. You needed to think, and it was always harder when shifted. As a wolf everything was much more primal, more emotions - less logic.

      ~~~

    Your name travels to your ears like a whisper, something sooty and rich. Behind you stands Loki, or what looks like Loki.

    You feel the familiar tug at your heart at the sight of him.

    “Loki, thank god.. We’ve been so worried-”

    “I can smell you.”

    “What?”

    “Is this what it’s like for you all the time? The sensory overload? Everything smells so rich, potent..sharp. Especially those mutts.”

    You take a bewildered step forward, hand hesitantly reaching out.

    “What-”

    “You don’t smell like them, though, no..- you smell different. Syrupy sweet. I can practically taste the honey dripping from you.”

    You take another step, reaching for him. There is something off. There is that scent of smoke and ash that clings to the air like it’s evaporating off of his skin in clouds, and his voice sounds odd, like his own but fuller, heavier, as if his voice were carried by an echo.

    You start feeling a bit dazed, the fear and nervousness from before tightly wrapped and cocooned in the softest of blankets.

    You look up and you’re close enough now to see his eyes and the raven ink bleeding into them.

    “Loki..”

    He blinks, like if he suddenly realises where he is; the chartreuse battling for dominance in his eyes and he looks at you, almost pleading.

    “I’m so hungry. I can’t understand it. I’m so hungry.”

    You close the last piece of distance between you and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Beneath the smoke that burns your nostrils you can sense a faint trace of Loki. You smile in relief, burying your nose closer to the curve between shoulder and neck, breathing him in.

    “I don’t know. I don’t know, Lo. But we’ll fix this.”

    His arms snake around your back and he pushes his face into your hair, inhaling deeply.

    “Oh.”, he says like he’s finally come to understand something, “oh, you smell delicious.”

    He grips the hair at the base of your neck and pulls, drawing you back to look at him. Obsidian orbs stares back at you and you feel that soft haze again, pulling at you, lulling you into their depths.

    “It’s you, sweetheart. It’s you I’m hungry for.”

    And that’s when you feel it, the hard ridge against your hip, straining and warm even through two layers of fabric.

    He leans over you, fingers still twined in your hair, holding you in place, and licks from the corner of your mouth across your cheek to your ear.

    “Shift for me, pet, I don’t want to hurt you.”

    His voice sends a shiver from just behind your ear, down your skull and neck, curling over your shoulder and clavicle, dancing down your chest and stomach until it finally reaches between your thighs and blossoms out in a red hot heat. A low moan tumbles unsolicited from your chest and to your ears it sounds almost like a purr.

    Your thoughts are swimming in vapor, it’s the primalness of being shifted with none of the sharpness.

    Loki bites softly at your earlobe and hisses “shift.”

    You let your head fall back, trusting Loki to hold you up as you allow your wolf to come out.

    “There she is”, he praises. There is a soft venom to his voice, a dense blackness that is overloading your senses by the second.

    Somewhere deep below the fog you recognize a few thoughts, past fantasies about having Loki like this, about being brave enough to tell him how you feel. This was not how you’d thought you’d end up with him, wolfed out in the arms of a black-eyed demon, but it was Loki, and it felt too good to question.

    He lowers you onto the ground, the mossblended grass a soft cushion beneath you. Above is the night sky, dark and clouded, a blanket shielding you from reality, keeping you a secret from the world, keeping you locked away and safe.

    His long slender fingers are everywhere then, pulling and tugging on your clothes until you are bare before him.

    You look up, eyelids heavy and soft. His shirt is off but his pants are still on but unzipped. There is no hint of green left in his eyes, and there is smoke in his voice.

    “This, this is what I hunger for. Oh, you’re delectable: a feast. Look at me with those beautiful golden eyes, huh? Shining like treasure for me.. what a treasure..” His hands are on your waist, sliding up and down your sides, following the curve of your body; kneading and scratching, leaving raised welts that are gone the next second. He leans over you, a feral demon with the softest touch, and kisses your lips. It is fierce and desperate, and his lips taste cold and lush on your tongue. Demon and darkness and human and flesh.

    “Loki..”

    He pulls your knee up by your thigh and lays heavy on you, his breath ghosting over your face, cold and smelling of scorched wood. There is not much left to think, to consider, the option was never there anyway. How you came to be here is irrelevant, what matters is that you have him, fair skinned and beautiful above you, and that he chose you to satiate his hunger.

    “Please..”

    His eyes snap up to yours and the last piece of white in his eyes gets clouded by shining ink. A gorgeous raven ready to devour you.

    He enters you so smoothly that it almost takes you by surprise. He is hard and warm inside of you, throbbing and buried to the hilt. You squirm breathlessly beneath him, losing yourself in the moment, completely forgetting about your claws as you dig them into the flesh of his back.

    He jerks, pushing even deeper into you as he hisses.

    “Sorry..I- sorry..-”

    “No. No, it’s good. Give into it, pet. Give it to me. Give me everything you have.”

    And there is no mistake in the low moan that rumbles in your chest, a primal growl clawing inside you as he begins to move.

    His hands and lips are everywhere, working you body and soul, pushing you to the edge, pulling and twisting, licking and biting. It’s like he is absorbing every sensation that lights within you, as if feeding on the echo of your desire.

    He barely pulls out, as if he can’t bare to not be inside you for long enough to thrust. Instead he keeps buried inside you, rutting with an intensity that has your toes curling and your eyes lighting brighter.

    “I need.- I need- I..”

    He groans, loud and deep, biting your neck as he speeds up, his pelvis putting enough pressure on your clit to make you see stars.

    “Give it to me, please.. I’m so fucking hungry.. I need..- give me.. give me.. please!”

    You climax on a sharp inhale, your back bowing and lifting you both from the ground. He does not let up, but keeps moving furiously between your thighs, gripping your throat and sucking hard on the side of your neck. You shatter in a million pieces there in his arms, convulsing through the aftershocks as he keeps pumping into you, his hips digging into the flesh of your thighs. You can almost feel the bruises forming, and for a second you think that you wish they would stay.

    When he joins you and finally tumbles over the edge it’s with the most sated exclaim you’ve ever heard, relief colouring his voice thick and luscious.

    He falls to your side, pulling his coat over you both and cradles you to him, as close as he can; as much skin in contact as humanly possible. None of you speak.

    Loki has changed; there is smoke living in his skin now. But you have loved him before and you will love him still. Again and again, whatever he needs to satiate this hunger- if he will have you.