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genshin-scenarios · 2 months

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I feel your heart— beat beat beat

Summary: in which they FALL fall for you 💘 or just cute moments together!

Characters: Venti, Wanderer, Xiao, Diluc (mentions of alcohol/drinking)

Requests are open, and my Adopt a Wanderer fanbook is now available on my kofi for anyone that's missed it!

In a moment where the city of Mondstadt is abuzz with activity and Venti’s on the high of a performance well-done, he turns around to address the crowd in a big, sweeping motion — only for his eyes to widen when he sees you in the distance, taken aback by the feeling of his own heart skipping.

You’ve been so busy as of late, after all! It’s only reasonable for him to be surprised to see you, to the point where his easy smile slips off his face, and the concern and worry that comes with affection squeezes his chest — for as much as he adores you, Venti also worries that you might disappear as quickly as the wind.

But! He is nothing if not a seasoned performer by reflex, recovering in a millisecond. The hand clutched to his chest quickly relaxes to perch atop his lyre, and Venti calls you over with his usual charming lilt.

“You’re back! And here I was starting to worry you’re avoiding me on purpose!”

As casually playful his words are, you stand, stunned, at how Venti manages to stand so close yet linger just out of reach at the same time. He flits around you, braids tickling your ear (“Your hair’s gotten longer!”) and fingers grazing yours in an almost-handshake and almost-pulling you into a hug.

While Venti might argue that you’re the one driving him crazy, you beg to differ with the way his actions make you dizzy and miss him all at the same time.

When you’ve both fallen into an odd domain that recreates past memories, Wanderer finds himself in his Kabukimono garb once again. But before he’s able to say anything to you, he freezes that the way you regard his ‘past’ form; loses the strength to put any words past his tongue when you kneel down to his height in a room fluttering with sakura blossoms—a prison disguised as a display case—with sceneries flowing against the walls in an illusion of the real world.

Consciously, he is still Wanderer - yet every brave and indignant part of himself shrinks into the shell of his body when your hand rests on his cheek, smiling so kindly that he thinks his connectors might simply decide to collapse. He plays the part of Kabukimono and asks who you are.

You accept that statement as a confirmation you were speaking to his past self, and even months into the future Wanderer never finds out if you knew it was the usual him all along.

But maybe ignorance is bliss for now, if it means the way you comforted and reassured a shard of his broken past that things will be okay was real.

“You’ll end up finding a place to belong, and you’ll become strong like you always wanted.

And… as long as you don’t tire of me, you’ll be loved as well. To the moon and back, no matter how many times the world turns upside-down.”

He’d blinked back at you glassily, mustering every emotion from spilling out until a tear curved down his cheek. You both wake up after his promise, hearts heavy.

“...I’ll find you every time, even if the world was reset and I lose my own name.”

After the battle with Beisht (Avenger of the Vortex), the last thing you expected was for Xiao to appear immediately before you, engulfing you in a hug that’s tighter than usual: I was worried. How could you do that without calling for help? Are you hurt? Are you okay?

“...You’re not hurt.” Xiao finally says. Words have power. You confirm that you’re unharmed, and his grip on you loosens. Hug still engaged, he sighs with his forehead pressed into your shoulder. “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” Annoyed glance. Unconvinced golden eyes. “I… promise not to get into any more trouble for at least three months.”

“You better hold true to that oath.” Xiao finally lets go, but you continue walking together with hands brushing on occasion. “Have you eaten? Or do you need to rest?”

“I can cook dinner if you want.”

“...Does it always seem like I ask you to cook for me?”

“I comply because it’s a compliment from the Conquerer of Demons.” You give him a teasing smile. “It’s a small offering in comparison to the protection of Liyue, and I have to make sure I feel at ease enough to get my beauty sleep! And—”

“Enough. I’ll cook this time.”

“You didn’t let me finish! Getting to see a handsome adeptus also brings me nice dreams. So you just have to stand there to keep me company.”

“You dare reduce me to a house decoration?” Xiao’s avoiding your gaze now, turning away so you can’t croon at the blush on his cheeks. “We’ll cook together. Fighting Beisht has made you spew nonsense.”

Diluc’s not very fond of cushy dinners, mostly because the purpose of them is to try and earn his favor as the head of the Ragnvindr Clan. He’s far outgrown the small talks and fake smiles, so of course he rejects those invitations in favor of another social event he claims to dislike but you suspect he secretly enjoys — drinking parties at Angel’s Share.

He doesn’t enjoy drinking by any means, but you’re sure after observing Diluc many times that he likes the lively atmosphere; seeing your friends make fools of themselves and speak loosely with relaxed smiles reminding him of simpler times.

And so, maybe Diluc has a glass of wine or two. You aren’t sure what his alcohol tolerance is, but in short you end up sitting at the bar with him, and you swear he’s leaning against the counter while you banter, gazing up at you with a fondness that makes you afraid you’ll break the spell of the moment.

It’s a little delusional to think this of the Diluc Ragnvindr, but he looks pretty. And if you gulped down another drink, maybe you can convince yourself he’s leaning towards you with his hair slightly disheveled because he likes you too.

“Come on, they’re not that drunk.” You play back. The lighthearted argument makes Diluc seem a little younger. Or maybe that’s just how he looks when he’s not consciously frowning or lips pressed into a serious line.

“Kaeya’s missing all his targets on the dartboard. I’d call that drunk enough.”

“You can tell? I don’t think I’d be able to even if I was sitting with them now.”

“So you’d rather be talking to them?” Diluc raises his brow, surprising you. He doesn’t say anything for a beat, then another, before a gleeful laugh bubbles from your lips.

“Are you feeling jealous?” You lean closer to Diluc, faces an inch apart. The bravado that courses through your veins is quickly extinguished and flares into burning hot fluster when Diluc’s fingers curl around your chin:

“And if I said yes?” His words ghost over your lips. Your ears are on fire.

Oh no.

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talesofesther · 6 months

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make it taste like love

Loki x Reader

Summary: You felt him before you even met him. And despite the pain he carried around, his soul was one of the most beautiful you'd ever seen.

A/N: A spur-of-the-moment idea that I simply couldn't ignore. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and yes I'm working on part two of my series with Loki as well. <3

Word count: 6k

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The battle had left its mark on everyone, both physically and mentally. All the lives that were lost wouldn't be brought back. But everyone took solace in the fact that Thanos and his army were no longer a threat. And now, it was a time for rebuilding.

Wakanda's grassland was a battlefield. Bodies of both friend and foe lay scattered on the ground. The mourning loomed heavy in the air, you could feel it weighing down on your chest, your throat, and lungs. It was suffocating, prickling into your skin like needles. Yet you still walked, your boots crushing the grass underneath while you avoided stepping on stretched arms and legs, you needed to make sure no one else remained left behind.

A few feet away, the mad titan who once threatened the entire universe lay lifeless on the ground, his head disconnected from his body. For him, you felt no pity.

King T'Challa was both happy and sad to see you and the others leave. Happy, because it meant the end of a war; sad, because of having to say farewell to dear friends. But you, Steve, Natasha, and Banner were needed back in town, back at the Avengers compound; to welcome Tony back on earth, and because Thanos' attack had reverberated in many other places. It seemed like the Avengers were back in the game.

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This morning was a gloomy one. Grey skies peeked behind your curtains in the early hours of the day, maybe it would rain soon. It's been two weeks since the battle, and you were glad to see that most people were recovering; each in their own way, but recovering nonetheless.

You were already up when the clock hit 7:30 AM, holding a warm cup of coffee between your hands, and staring out into the compound's driveway and past the treeline through the big windows of the kitchen. Today would be the day that Thor came back, he'd been helping with the settling of his people in New Asgard until now, but you've heard about him not wanting to be king anymore. You were happy for him, you never did think that a ruler's life suited him anyway—and you missed your friend.

"He gets one chance, Rogers. One chance and that's it." Tony's voice suddenly caught your attention as he stepped into the kitchen, you turned your back to the window so you could watch as your resident Iron Man poured himself a cup of coffee without looking at his mug. Steve was right beside him, his hands on his hips as he sighed quietly, already all too used to Tony's moods.

"Yes, one chance, he proved himself enough by helping us fight against Thanos, I suppose we owe him the benefit of the doubt," Steve agreed, still holding his voice calm.

With a smirk on your lips, you approached your teammates. "What's going on, guys?" You leaned on the kitchen island, taking a sip of your coffee.

Tony ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his expression less than pleased as he took a sip of his own coffee before saying; "point break is bringing his beloved brother to our home." He shrugged, and said in a quieter tone, "Says he changed or something."

"Loki will be staying with us?" You raised an eyebrow. The attack on New York happened before you joined the team, but you were familiar enough with it to be wary of Thor's brother, even if Thor did speak more nicely of him recently. Still, you had never actually met Loki to form your own opinion.

"That's… to be decided," Tony grumbled, shooting a glance toward Steve. "But yes, pretty much. And, by the way, Strange wasn't happy about having reindeer games back in the city either."

"Wow, you guys finally agree on something," you snickered.

Tony mouthed a 'don't' to you, before Steve said; "Strange knows we'll handle it if anything happens, but Thor vouches for him, so…"

You gave Steve a soft smile, and as much as you understood Tony's wariness, you agreed with the Captain. Loki didn't have the best of pasts with the City, but his help in the recent battle was one of many game-changers. He deserved a second chance.

Strangely enough, you found yourself excited to meet the God of Mischief. It was in your nature to analyze people, watch them from afar, and learn about the things they'd rather not say out loud. And someone like Loki, who had both once tried to take over your planet and now helped in saving it, was bound to raise some curiosity.

No more than an hour passed before you heard Thor's strong voice all the way from the living room. A small smile instantly came to your lips as you discarded your book, got up from the couch, and put on your slippers, rushing to the main doors to greet him.

Before you could turn the last corner, however, you came to an abrupt halt. Your breath got caught up in your throat and you had to lean back on the wall for support. Clutching the fabric of your shirt right above your heart, you were glad that this particular hallway was currently empty.

You could hear Thor's voice just around the corner, Tony was there too, but their words were faint and far away. Your vision was suddenly a little blurry, and underneath your palm you could feel your heart beating frantically.

See, this was nothing that hadn't happened before, after all, you are an empath. But a feeling this heavy rarely comes unannounced, unwanted. It briefly reminded you of when you first discovered your power, when you had no control and could pick up on pain, anger, joy, and pleasure that were not your own even if you didn't want to. Yet now, after years of living with it, you had learned to dose your perception of the feelings around you; now, when you weren't willingly focusing, other people's emotions felt more like a gentle whisper, a gush of chilly wind on your skin—something you were able to ignore if you wanted to.

But this overwhelming sadness; this emptiness, and loss, and pain; it came to you with such force that you were not able to block out. Seconds felt like hours, until the surprise of the new feeling passed and you took back control. Whispers of it remained, lurking in your stomach and in the back of your throat, but with a bit of extra focus, you were able to handle it.

And once your mind was finally clear again, it hit you. Who did you catch these feelings from?

You took a step around the corner cautiously, hands buried in your pockets as your eyes roamed your surroundings. There was no one around besides Tony, Thor, and Loki.

You knew it right away. You were familiar with the emotions radiating from Tony and Thor; but him, the raven-haired trickster, he was new, and if you didn't feel empathy for him before, you did now.

Loki held himself immaculately, a straight posture and a serene expression on his face. You had no idea how he did it, how he was able to hold all of those feelings in and still look so well put together; because one glance into his soul and you already felt like crying.

There was a light drizzle falling outside, maybe that's why Loki's black blazer seemed to be shining under the bright lights of the entrance hall. His eyes—bright and ocean-green—were settled on you; the realization got you feeling hyperaware of each movement you made. Even his gaze was heavy.

Thor's booming voice calling your name captured your attention then, he had a big smile on his face and before you knew it he already had your feet off the floor as he held you in a hug.

You laughed against his shoulder, hugging him back just as tight and telling him all about how much you missed him. Still, when you let go, your eyes found Loki's again, he hadn't stopped looking at you once.

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The opinions about Loki's presence in the compound were mixed, but most of your teammates seemed fine with it; truth be told, no one paid much attention to him. As you'd expected, Loki's room was on your floor, because that's where Thor stayed too; as well as Tony, Natasha, and Yelena.

It's been a few days since his arrival, yet you haven't had the opportunity to properly speak with him, alone. But you've been feeling him a lot. Whether it was you subconsciously focusing on him more, or something else, it seemed like your body was more in tune and connected with his than you've ever been with anyone else. You picked up on a few of his emotions even if you weren't actively trying to; you felt his bouts of uneasiness when someone would stare at him for too long, you felt his gentle serenity whenever he'd sit near the windows to read a book, you felt his sparks of joy when people greeted him with a good morning or asked if he'd want coffee; but most of all, you still felt that lingering sadness that followed him everywhere he went, a weight he seemed to be all too used to having around.

In some ways, you felt as if you were invading his privacy, and that bothered you. During the day you tried to keep your mind as busy as you could to keep yourself from feeling him; in the late hours of the night though, when you were trying to sleep, there wasn't much you could do.

You have been tossing and turning in bed for probably about two hours now, drifting in and out of sleep. The crescent moon just outside your window seemed to be taunting you, amused with your misfortune. You scoffed as you glared at the natural satellite—great, now you were arguing with the cosmos.

Loki was having a nightmare. You could tell by the rapid beating of his heart and the cold sweat running down his forehead—your abilities went way beyond simply feeling other people's emotions, but sometimes you wished they wouldn't. It's not the first time that you've felt Loki's restless sleep in the short time he's been here. Your heart ached for him; it got you wanting to alleviate his pain.

But you couldn't do that, so you got up from your bed, put on your fluffy slippers, and made a beeline for the kitchen. The air outside was chilly, biting at your warm skin and making you shiver. At this hour of the night, the compound was completely dark and quiet, a big contrast to how it was when the sun was up. You asked Friday to turn on one of the lights in the kitchen, giving the space a dim-lit look as the single light bled into the adjacent living room.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, humming the lyrics of the song stuck in your head as you reached for the upper cabinet to grab a mug so you could make yourself some tea. When you turned around again though, a gasp escaped your mouth and you nearly dropped the mug you were holding. You cursed quietly under your breath, placing a hand over your heart; if you weren't fully awake before, you sure were now. "You scared me," you muttered, trying a small smile.

The reason for your lack of sleep stood before you, with dark green slippers that matched his button-up pajama shirt, and his hair the messier you've ever seen it be. "Sorry, it was not my intention," Loki smirked back at you.

It hit you that this was finally the first time you were alone with him, and you'd been caught off guard. You tapped your mug, opening your lips but no words came out. Loki's eyes remained on you, unwavering, yet his gaze was so… soft, gentle even; his eyebrows weren't creased and he patiently waited for you with his hands in the pockets of his checkered pajama pants. He didn't look like the god you usually saw roaming the halls during the day.

"It's alright. I was just making tea," you said finally, gesturing to your mug, "would you like me to make one for you too?"

Loki's surprise at your offer was so great that you felt it in your bones. What was he expecting you to do?

His lips parted only slightly and he straightened his posture before saying; "I would- yes, I would like that."

You couldn't help the full smile that came to your lips and crinkled the side of your eyes, "great, sit down, it'll be ready in just a moment."

The warm mug between your hands warmed up your skin. It felt nice, sitting like this with Loki; in a quiet kitchen with only you and him, and just the lonely light to your left softly highlighting his features in front of you. It was a peaceful silence, and you couldn't help but check if he felt it too.

The rhythm of his heart was calm, his soul felt light and at ease; not completely, but the most you've ever felt from him.

"Why are you here?" His sultry voice snapped you back to reality.

"Uh- I'm sorry?" You frowned.

"Why are you here, if I may ask?" Loki tilted his head amusedly, his fingers tracing the brim of his mug. "Thor mentioned you had… abilities, but he never specified what they are."

Now it was your turn to be surprised by his curiosity for you. "Well, to put it simply, I'm an empath," you told him.

Loki blinked, once, twice, at your response. He looked at you for a moment before inquiring further; "and to put it completely?"

You smirked then, folding your arms over the table. "I can feel people's emotions, if I want to; their anger, happiness, hesitation, fear. But I can also feel their heartbeats, the blood cursing through their bodies. I can tell when they're lying or telling the truth, if they're tired or hurt. And sometimes, I can influence those emotions," you paused, hesitating for a beat, "bring fear, or… take away pain."

Loki grew tense after learning of what you could do. To be fair, most people did at first, you were used to it. Be he felt different, his heartbeat sped up and stayed that way. He'd put his guard up, and it brought a pang of hurt to your chest.

"Are you always feeling everything then?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Gods, no," you breathed, "at first I did, and it was awful. But with time, I learned to control it." You tried smiling at him, but his eyes were downcast, focused on his mug.

You bit your lower lip in nervousness. Looking past Loki and out the window, you could see the first signs of the sunrise peeking over the horizon, dark skies turning a soft lilac and blue; you'd been here longer than you realized.

When Loki glanced up at you again, his bright eyes still held sparks of that same softness from earlier. He pursed his lips in a smile; "thank you for the tea." And with that, he got up and left, leaving you in the company of the first birds who always sang in the mornings.

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You made Loki nervous. It wasn't a bad kind of nervous, it was the kind that sped up his heart and made his cold hands feel clammy.

Out of everyone in the compound, you were the kindest. You'd always shoot him a smile whenever you'd pass by each other in the hallways; you'd always save a seat for him at the table; you always respected his silence whenever you came into the library and caught him reading his book, saying a quiet hello and nothing more, just sitting on one of the armchairs with your own book and allowing him to enjoy his moment, and more recently, your presence too.

When he'd finally learned of your abilities, he got apprehensive, worried even; that you'd pick up on whatever it was that he felt when he was near you, and it would drive you away.

So far, it hasn't happened yet.

The sun was out today, and with it, so was everyone else. In the spacious backyard of the compound, Steve was in charge of the barbecue, and Tony was in charge of the drinks. Natasha had sunglasses covering her eyes while she and Clint bickered over a game of cards; Yelena was sitting beside her sister at the lunch table, however, she seemed to be on Clint's side of the argument. Thor and Banner were laughing together as they made fun of Steve's cooking skills, who tried to defend himself by saying he wasn't actually done yet. Tony looked like he was trying to convince Bucky to drink a dubious-looking beverage, the latter didn't seem too keen on it.

And Loki watched them from afar, from the living room window of his floor. Thor had asked that he join them downstairs, saying something about how he should start trying to fit in and mingle, instead of just existing in the others' presence. Making friends wasn't Loki's forte; as much as he'd fight not to admit it, he was still working up the courage.

With a long sigh, Loki turned around and made his way to the place where he'd been spending most of his free time.

The compound's library was quite huge. One of the few rooms in the whole facility that had warm colors painting the walls and lacked the modern look; tall wooden shelves held thousands of books, a soft beige carpet covered the floor, and there were armchairs and sofas scattered in corners and in-between shelves creating comfortable, isolated nooks for reading. Loki's favorite spot was a worn armchair that stood near one of the big windows, it was surrounded by books that most people didn't read anymore, and the window itself overlooked the treeline in which the sun hid behind at the end of every day; sometimes as he sat there to read, it reminded him of his room back in Asgard.

Loki walked brushing his fingers over the spine of the old books, watching as dust particles danced in the sunlight. But as he rounded the shelf that led to his spot, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, feet glued to the carpet.

You sat cross-legged on the worn armchair, with a thick book lying in your lap that held all of your attention; the sun was shining right behind you, creating a halo above your head and bathing the strands of your hair in golden. You looked like something out of his favorite tale, more enchanting than all of the Midgard poetry books he's ever read.

It seemed like you two were making a habit of bumping into each other unexpectedly.

Loki gulped, squaring his shoulders. A beat passed, and then two, until you finally noticed him from the corner of your eyes. You looked up at him with your eyebrows softly raised in surprise, a gentle smile lifted the sides of your mouth; "Loki, hi."

"Hello," Loki greeted you slowly, his eyes shifting from the book in your lap to your eyes, "shouldn't you be out with the others, enjoying the sun?"

"Should I?" You narrowed your eyes, lazily closing your book and getting up from the armchair. "Shouldn't you?" You asked then, smirking as you raised an eyebrow and took a step towards him.

Loki's heart stumbled inside his chest, he breathed out a laugh. "I'm not big on hangouts."

You hummed, burying your hands in the pockets of your jeans. "Why is that?"

For a moment, Loki dwelled on whether to be honest or come up with an easy lie. But you were looking up at him with such delicacy, such attention, not a trace of hatred or judgment in your warm eyes. It almost looked as if you cared... about him.

Loki breathed in sharply through his nose, the words rolled off his tongue on their own; "I doubt many of your friends would enjoy my presence there."

You blinked up at him, lips parting before you told him quietly; "I would."

There was a distant burning behind Loki's eyes, his mouth felt dry. No one had ever rendered him completely speechless before, yet now, you had done just that. With his silence, you avoided his eyes and ran your tongue over your bottom lip in a motion that he couldn't help but follow.

"And..." You continued, voice sweet as honey, traveling between the bookshelves in the secluded library, "We'll never know if we don't try, right?"

The way you referred to you and him as 'we' got a foreign feeling blossoming inside Loki's chest, all warm and tingly. When you offered him your hand, so you could guide him downstairs to meet the others, he took it.

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After a full week of taking care of the whole city, Saturday nights were a time for having fun and relaxing; aka movie nights with the team. Everyone sat together in the main living room of the compound, Tony had labeled it 'mandatory bonding day'. The room itself was pretty spacious, dimly lit, with two big comfortable couches and a TV that almost covered the whole wall, and a small kitchen right beside it for easy snacks and drinks.

"Right, I'm thinking... Terminator." Tony suggested as he came from the kitchen with an extra large bowl of popcorn in his arms.

"We saw that one already," Steve complained as he fumbled with the remote.

"There are multiple ones," Tony said, smugly, as he plopped himself on the couch and threw popcorn in his mouth.

Thor, who sat beside you, suddenly perked up with a giddy smile on his face; "oh I've always enjoyed that one who has the girl with the long, magic hair." The god gestured to his own hair.

Tony gaped at him, his fingers holding the popcorn were frozen midair. "Tangled?" He exclaimed then, eyebrows raised, "You wanna watch Tangled? in my house?"

You fought to hide a smile. "Technically it's our house," you quipped, after all, you were to blame for Thor's love for the Disney movie.

"Why don't we just watch both? The night is still young," Yelena finally suggested from her spot by the corner of the couch.

As they continued bickering, your eyes finally caught sight of the one you'd been waiting for.

Loki walked into the living room quietly, his socked feet barely making any noise on the expensive flooring. His gaze found yours before he saw anything else in the room, and a gentle, shy smile appeared on his lips.

You'd grown very close, very fast. Loki had started seeking your presence more and more each passing day; during the mornings he'd wait for you with an extra cup of coffee in hand, during the missions it was already routine that you two were a pair, and during the night you never parted ways without him planting a kiss on your forehead first.

Never in your life had you met someone quite like him, who carried such a bruised heart and still managed to be so loving. It made you wonder if anyone had ever bothered to see how beautiful his soul was, for you had fallen in love with it before you even touched his skin.

You gently patted the vacant seat on your left side, lifting the thin blanket covering your legs so Loki could sit down, and once he did you draped part of it over his legs as well.

"What's today's punishment?" Loki smirked, making himself comfortable beside you. His shoulder flush with yours.

"Stop it, movie nights are nice. I know you secretly enjoy them too," you chuckled, bumping his knee with yours. His proximity raised goosebumps all over your skin, and if you weren't so focused on your own feelings, you would've felt how much Loki's heart was racing as well.

"I only come to these because you do too," Loki mumbled, his eyes focused on the TV and a frown appearing on his eyebrows as the first scenes from Tangled played on the screen.

Your breath caught on your throat. He had said it so casually, so easily. You wondered if he had even realized the weight of his own words. "Right," you whispered, a little breathless.

It didn't take long for the only light in the room to be the one coming from the TV. When Tangled hit the 45-minute mark, Tony was already snoring and Thor had finished two bowls of popcorn. You, however, were wide awake and fully aware of Loki's arm resting on the back of the couch. What a cliche move, you thought to yourself, your cheeks burning hot and biting back a smile.

Loki's face as he watched the movie was nothing short of comical, one would think he was watching a period drama; his lips hovering ever so slightly before he'd scoff at a musical scene, his eyes softening as the romance between Rapunzel and Flynn blossomed, the way he mindlessly played with the ends of your hair. You watched him more than you watched the movie, and you didn't miss the way he froze and gulped when you finally rested your head on his shoulder.

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The day had started out fine; a cold yet sunny morning, your fingers brushing Loki's when he handed you your cup of coffee, no eminent trouble in the city, everything was normal and fine; until it took a turn for the worse.

You didn't hear the fight, you didn't know exactly what caused it, but you felt it immediately. Anger, hurt, and pain were suddenly heavy in the air even through the closed door of your bedroom. As soon as a shiver ran up and down your spine you got up and all but ran outside to chase the somber feeling.

The elevator doors of your floor weren't even fully open yet when Loki busted his way through them, Thor hot on his heels.

"I knew it was a mistake coming here," Loki snapped, his steps fast as he put as much distance between himself and Thor as he could, nearly running straight into you in the process.

"You know what, brother," Thor began, he had stopped walking, standing in the middle of the living room, "Maybe it really was a mistake to bring you here, you don't care about anyone but yourself, it's almost as if you enjoy hurting people, you can't help it. It'll always be like this, that's why you're better off on your own." Thor wasn't shouting, but his words rang loudly in the room; his chest heaving when he stopped speaking.

You had held your breath the entire time, gripping the back of a kitchen stool until your knuckles turned white. Thor was angry, you could feel it even without being near him, but he didn't mean what he had said, not entirely. Thor's emotions were a passing wind on your skin though, for who you really felt, stood just a few feet behind you.

Loki had his back turned to his brother when he spoke, and he didn't turn around after. Even without looking at him, you could feel the way he trembled, unsteady hands closed into tight fists to mask his hurt; he gulped back a sob, and kept on walking to his bedroom without a word.

You could choke with the amount of pain radiating off of Loki; heavy, sickening, all-encompassing pain that you felt so vividly in your skin and bones. You only shot Thor an angry glance and muttered; "Damnit Thor," before turning around hastily. You thought you heard Thor calling after you, but you decided to ignore him, your priorities already set.

You ran after Loki, catching up just before his door slammed shut. Taking a deep breath, you walked into his bedroom and softly closed the door behind you with a click.

You'd never actually been in Loki's room before, so you took a single moment to glance around. The room itself was a little bare, with only the necessities such as a double bed, a dresser, a desk, a small bookshelf, and the door that led to his bathroom. You made a mental note to gift him something to liven up his space; maybe a plant.

Loki had his back turned to you still, both his hands resting on his waist as his head hung low. But you knew he knew it was you there with him, by the simple fact that he was allowing you to stay.

The silence was a heavy one, packed with the electricity of two souls tightly holding onto each other. Loki was trying so hard to keep all his pain in control, his shoulders shaking with each breath he took; but you could feel it as if it was your own.

"Loki," you said his name in nothing but breath, testing the waters. You took half a step toward him as you fidgeted with your hands.

He didn't answer. You weren't expecting him to.

You pursed your lips before saying; "he didn't mean it," your voice was choked and took effort to come out, the back of your eyes already burning, "what Thor said. He- he didn't mean it."

A few beats passed, and then; "doesn't matter if he did." Loki's words cracked in the middle, it was the most broken you'd ever heard him sound. "He's right."

"He's not," you told him in the same heartbeat, not a tint of hesitation in your tone.

Loki turned around, his gaze finally finding yours and there were tears pooling at the bottom lid of his bright eyes. "Yes, he is," he took a single big step toward you, nearly closing the distance between you and him. Loki's lips trembled as he struggled to keep talking; "and why is it that you care? What's in it for you?"

He was hurt, and he was frustrated, and he was angry; you knew that. Still, you couldn't help but be taken aback by his question. What could he even mean by that? Did he really believe that all this time that you'd been dancing around each other's feelings, it wasn't real?

"Loki, I-" you stuttered, not knowing how to say it without baring your heart in the process. Your hesitation got Loki avoiding his eyes from yours, and you forced yourself to go on. "There's nothing 'in it for me' I just... care about you."

Still waiting for the other shoe to drop, Loki softly shook his head, scoffing. His tears were a blink away from spilling, he felt as if barbed wire was wrapped around his throat, and his heart threatened to jump from his chest and straight into your hands.

It scared him. How easily you could make his walls crumble like paper in the rain. He flinched slightly when he felt the ghost of your touch on his cheek, blinking multiple times when your thumb brushed away a single tear rolling down his cheek. You touched him as if he were porcelain, and yet it still broke him.

"Is it that hard to believe that you're important to me?" You asked then, voice nothing but a whisper in the short space separating your bodies. With your hand still holding his cheek, you forced his eyes back on yours. "You have a good heart, Loki. I just wish you could see it the way I do. I wish everyone could see it."

The crooked smile he gave you nearly made your own tears fall. "You don't know what you're talking about, you don't know what I've done," he told you quietly, more than anything, he sounded utterly defeated.

"But I do know," your free hand found one of his then, and you tangled your fingers together loosely, "I might not have been with the Avengers when you attacked New York, but I was still in New York. And I still mean it, you could tell me every single bad thing you've ever done and I'd still tell you how good you are, because I see it. Every single day, Loki. I feel you every single day, and I can feel all this-" Your words caught in your throat and you tasted your tears on your lips. "-All this pain that you carry around and you still choose to be good."

Too many emotions swam behind his eyes for you to put a finger in any of them. But tears were running freely down Loki's cheeks now, pooling against your hand resting on his cheek.

"What did you-" he tried, gasping for air as if he was underwater. This was foreign territory. You had a place in his heart no one else could ever have, he realized, and his heart was beating faster than his mind knew what to do with. "You've been prying into my emotions without me knowing?" He sounded more desperate than annoyed.

"I didn't want to," You explained quickly, "I- I never meant to, but for some reason, I can't block you out." Shrugging weakly, you slowly dropped the hand resting on his cheek, missing the way he glanced down in search of your warmth. "I tried. I really tried."

There was a vulnerability in Loki's eyes you'd never seen before. He looked at you as if he'd just realized what love is. You wondered if you mimicked the same gaze—you sure felt it.

Loki shuffled in his stance. His hand, still holding onto yours, tightened its grip. "I'm-" He avoided your eyes, looking somewhere past your shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to feel all that."

You softened at his words, shaking your head and taking another step forward until your sneakers bumped his shoes. "Wasn't your fault," you whispered.

Loki gulped back a sob after you spoke, and that was the last straw for you to let go of his hand and pull his body to yours in an embrace.

He melted into you.

Loki's fingers dug into the fabric of your shirt and he buried his head against your shoulder—you soon felt it becoming damp, yet you only hugged him tighter. With the desperation he was holding you with, you wondered when was the last time someone had held him.

The soft sobs escaping him were muffled against you. And you couldn't help but stroke his back, the tips of your fingers burying into his very soul. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of this alone." You spoke near his ear, feeling the goosebumps that raised on his skin. "You never deserved it," you promised.

You weren't sure how much time passed, you stayed there for as long as Loki needed you to. When he eventually pulled away, he didn't go far, his hands kept holding your body close to him as if he was afraid you'd leave if he let go.

His bright eyes didn't hold a storm anymore, they were more like a calm sea. A soft frown etched itself into his eyebrows, "did you… take away my pain?"

You chuckled quietly, "No, I can't take away people's emotions." You lifted a hand until your fingertips could brush the skin on his forehead, "But I can make them lighter." You traced an invisible line over his eyebrow and until you reached his cheekbone, "Make the weight just a little bit easier to carry."

Loki leaned into your touch, almost closing his eyes. His hands that rested on your back traced your spine and pulled you closer. "Darling, you've been making it easier ever since the first day I met you."

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The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 1

Summary: When you hit your head and lose your memory, you fall into Loki’s clutches.

Warnings: Eventual smut. Memory loss. Villain Loki. Thanos.

The battle was never ending. You and the other Avengers were never going to defeat Loki. He had taken Clint and Dr. Selvig using them against you as he took the Tesseract. It didn’t help that he would only show up every now and then to taunt the team. Otherwise you couldn’t locate him.

Loki fought against you. “We have to stop meeting like this, little one.” Loki teased. You used your magic, a cloud of blue surrounding you as you fought back. You underestimated the power you put behind it, the aftershock throwing you back against a boulder. You hit your head with a loud thud as your vision went black.

When you came to, a large man towered over you. You studied his face trying to place him. You couldn’t remember where you were or what you were doing outside. You didn’t even know who you are. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you, little one.” Little one. That was familiar. You obviously knew this strangely dressed man. You look down at your own apparel. You were wearing a leather catsuit, so you couldn’t say anything about him.

You hear fighting all around you. You sit up, suddenly scared of your surroundings. What was happening? Pain surges through your head, you place a hand on it. You were bleeding. Your suit was torn like you had been fighting too. You stand up, feeling a little dizzy. You grab the man before you, pulling him in for a hug. You don’t know why, but you trust him.

He said he was looking for you after all. The term of endearment he used rang a bell. If you were fighting, you must be on his side. He looks down at you like you have lost your mind. Maybe you haven’t hugged before and this was out of character for you. You quickly pull away.

“I’m so sorry. I think I must have hit my head too hard. I can’t remember anything. But you seem familiar. You said you were looking for me, so I just assumed.” He looks at you incredulously. “You really don’t remember who you are or what you are doing out here?” You look around again, not recognizing anyone or anything, but him.

“There seems to be a battle. I assume I’m on your side?” You look into his bright blue eyes as a smile appears on his lips. “Yes, that is correct. Those people over there are the Avengers. They are trying to stop me - erm - us. I’ll tell you more about it once we get back to our lair.”

Loki couldn’t believe his luck. He was waiting for you to come to after the nasty fall you had taken when your magic threw you back. You were powerful, but you didn’t have complete control over your power. With his help, you would be unstoppable. And now, you were on his side.

“She’s dangerous.” Thanos told Loki. “Right now, she isn’t. She doesn’t even know she has powers.” Loki argued. “This is perfect. I will train her, we will use her to fight the Avengers.” Thanos shook his head. “What if her memory comes back? It’s too big of a risk.” Loki paces the floor, “Trust me, she won’t. She took a nasty fall. Just let me try this out before we send the Chitauri.” “You have two months.” Thanos stated as he cut communication.

Loki set up a room for you. He conjured clothes for your closet, shoes in your size, everything you might need in order to convince you that you actually lived here. He found you on the bed, looking out the window. “I’ve come to dress your wounds.” You nod, turning toward him. He examined the cut on your head, green flowing from his hands as he healed it. He explained that he could use magic and apparently so could you. He was going to start retraining you tomorrow.

“The other cuts aren’t as severe so I will clean them myself.” He explained. You slid the strap of your tank top down your shoulder to give him better access to the wound. You gasp when the alcohol wipe touches your skin, causing the area to sting. You watch him intently, long pale fingers working diligently to patch every scratch on you.

“Lay back.” He commands, reaching for the hem of your tank top. You had a large cut just under your breasts. You do as your told, he rolls the fabric up just under your nipples. You hold your breath. Your skin prickles, turning into goosebumps everywhere he touches. Your nipples harden as he patches you up.

Loki notices how you are physically reacting to his touch. How your nipples hardened when he placed his hands on your stomach. How your breath hitched when he pulled your shirt up. The worst part was he could feel his pants growing tighter. He wasn’t surprised that you had that kind of reaction toward him. He was a god after all. But he never expected you to have that effect on him. His hands grew shaky as he finished bandaging you. “Good as new.” He murmured, yanking your shirt down to cover you.

“Loki?” He stopped his retreat from your room, freezing in your doorway. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” You get off the bed, walking toward him, pulling him in for another embrace. He reluctantly pulls you closer to him. You can tell he isn’t a hugger. His large hand smooths the back of your hair. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I was there too.” You bury your face into his chest, breathing him in. He looks down at you, expression unreadable. This is going to be a long two months.

Part Two

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irondad-defensesquad · 3 months

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My Irondad fic recs!

I thought of doing this because why not? Admittedly, I'm not reading as much fanfiction as I did a couple years ago, but some fics have changed my life entirely. In case I forgot one, I'll add it later!

I would’ve organized this in a bullet list, but Tumblr hates me and invented a character limit for that. So this is going to be long and will be under the cut. Anyway, let’s do this!

Rare and Sweet As Cherry Wine by loubuttons – I've mentioned this one before, but this fic right here was what inspired me to write my own Irondad works. One very particular detail I like about it is how it portrays Maria, Tony's mother. It's not what I usually see in other fics about Tony's childhood, since they tend to make Howard the big bad parent. Of course, this is because I personally related to it, as I don't believe in the "bad parent vs. good parent". I also like that it praises Edwin Jarvis as the one who looked out for Tony the most. It's pretty realistic and a very melancholic character study, IMO. *TW for abuse and neglect*

You're Always Iron Man by madasthesea – a very short fic but I absolutely love the premise. Takes place after the big battle in Iron Man 2, and Tony finds little Peter again. They have a very endearing interaction. The following chapter is also very cute!

Nothing like a fresh cup of humiliation in the morning by madasthesea – Pure fluff! This one is probably a classic in the Irondad fandom. Tony kisses Peter's forehead without second thought. Shenanigans ensue. It's so adorable and funny. If you just want to read fluff without angst, this one is for you.

when my body won't hold me anymore (where will I go) by madasthesea - I think I heard about this fic thanks to @/irondadfics here on Tumblr, but I might be wrong since I already knew the Nice work, kid series. Anyway, Peter is believed to be dead, so Tony (and the rest of the Avengers team) is mourning him. In reality, Peter is astral projecting. You know, sort of like how Stephen Strange, in his first movie, was fighting a guy in the other dimension while his body on Earth was struggling to live. That's basically what happens. Strange appears, of course, and saves the day. And I pretty much LOVE the presumed dead trope. I don't know why. Maybe it's the angst of it all. *TW for grief/mourning and temporary character death*

The Reason by doctornineandthreequarters – I think I read this one when I was still writing Oh, take me back to the start. I was looking for fics for inspiration, and I found this one. During the Time Heist in Endgame, Tony remembers the reason he's fighting to bring everyone else back. It's very emotional.

Couch Cuddles by happyaspie – Classic sickfic, but with more fluff than anything. I like rereading it when I feel lonely and touch-starved, especially when I'm also sick like Peter.

You’re So Much Like Me (I’m Sorry) by SpaceCowboysFromMars – Irondad + Miles Morales! Peter is an adult in this, and he freaks out when an injured Miles arrives in his apartment. Tony gives him some wisdom about mentoring and parenting. I don’t usually find Irondad stories featuring Miles (and not necessarily a Spider-Verse crossover), so this was a nice discovery. Peter & Miles & Tony is a very underrated trio IMO. *TW for slight gore*

I'm Glad I Have You by punkybunny – Peter has been having a rough time, dealing with loneliness as Aunt May is not home often, and with bullying at school... until he finally has the chance to spend time with Tony. However, the demons don't disappear completely. Obviously, more Hurt/Comfort, lmao. *TW for nightmare/bad dream*

I Want to Trust You by punkybunny – Actually part of a series that, admittedly, I haven't read all the other stories. But even this one is a very interesting concept on its own. This is a Hydra Peter AU, after Peter has been rescued. He gets sick but given his past in Hydra, he thinks Tony is going to get angry. Peter is proven wrong when Tony helps him get better. The ending is very adorable. I'll see if I can read the rest of the series one day. *TW for past abuse and experimentation*

what you think I've done wrong by ironxprince – I don't often read Biodad stories as you all know, but I was, again, looking for inspiration for You keep me searching for a heart of gold, and I stumbled across this one. Basically Peter, as Tony's biological son, finally meets Howard. It goes as well as you think /sarcasm. *TW for physical abuse*

i, in time, will climb my mountain by ironxprince – This one is heavy. Once again, Peter is Tony's bio son, and he's suicidal. Every time Peter attempts suicide, he buys a new plant. Tony doesn't know this, so he's confused as to why there are so many plants in their house. I love this one, but of course, I try to read it when I’m not having a really bad day. *Once again, TW for suicide attempts*

how do you get that lonely (and nobody knows?) by parkrstark – Yeah... another heavy one. Peter attempts suicide but he saves himself before he reaches the ground. With that, he goes to Tony. This ends happily, don't worry. *TW for suicide attempt*

When You Can't Sleep by Emily_F6 – Pretty much Tony comforting a sleepy Peter, who has just had a nightmare about Thanos. Just Hurt/Comfort and domestic fluff. *TW for mention of death*

i get by (but it's eating me alive) by Livinei – Honestly, I think this is the BEST May's Abusive Boyfriend story I've ever read. For one, none of the characters are oblivious nor dismissive of Peter's feelings. May isn't neglectful and Ned actually tries to encourage Peter to tell someone. I also like that Peter isn't completely helpless. I don't usually see those things in other fics with this trope, sadly. And of course, Protective Tony is my weakness. *TW for emotional and physical abuse*

Hold Me Together by An_Odd_Idea – Post-Endgame where Tony is alive, and Peter and Tony are both trying to cope, so they rely on each other. Pure Hurt/Comfort.

A Tremendous Thing by ExpectoPatronum – Possibly one of my favorite Irondad stories EVER. Also post-Endgame with Alive Tony (though the author better explains it in the notes, it's supposed to be part of a series, but this story can be read on its own). There are a lot of references to Charlotte's Web if you're familiar with it. Basically, it's Father's Day and Peter is feeling guilty and out of place at Tony's lake house, even though everyone is readily trying to include him. It's absolutely beautiful and painful.

Hug You I Must by spiderwriting (catch_you_later) – Probably one of the first touch-starved Peter fics I've read. I like how it describes touch-starvation as this "itchy" current in your body, something that makes you anxious. Thankfully, Peter gets his hug later on. Plus there are some Star Wars references (the title probably is one, lol). *There's some minor violence here when Peter is fighting off some bad guys, but not the focus of the fic*

When You're There With No One There To Hold, I'll Be The Arms That Reach For You by Squibbles94 – Another touch-starved Peter fic. But I really like the references to Cast Away. Ironically I saw this movie in the same year the author published this fic (dare I say SHORTLY after it was posted). I also had no idea that Cast Away was entirely about isolation. Gosh, the main character's monologue at the end ALWAYS gets to me... anyway, yeah, the peak of the pandemic was awful to me, so reading fics like this one helped tons. It still does.

I am cold by N/A (orphan account) – Peter tries to visit Tony, but he gets lost in a subway tunnel on a freezing day. Eventually we learn why Peter wanted to see Tony, but overall this is mainly domestic fluff. Everything ends well.

Sorry Pedro by PinkEasterEggs – One of the first Irondad fics I read. Peter has a nightmare about Homecoming (mainly Toomes), but he avoids waking Tony for that reason. But thanks to F.R.I.D.A.Y's protocols, Peter goes to his mentor. Tony is also super soft here and it makes my heart swoon.

you are enough by diaz_evan – Another post-Endgame fic. Arguably I began reading Irondad fics only after Endgame released. Anyway, this one is short, kinda sad but it ends well. It’s Tony’s birthday and Peter feels very anxious about what to get him as a present. Thankfully, he doesn’t need to prove his love for Tony. *TW for panic attack*

Happy Father’s Day, Mr. Stark by downeylove – There are a lot of Father’s Day fics for these two, of course, but this one takes the cake for me. It’s simple but very endearing to me. Tony obviously doesn’t have good memories of this day, but Peter changes that for the first time. It’s really cute. Plus, Pepper is here, and I love her. I wish I could read more of her interacting with Peter. *TW for mentions of alcoholism and past child abuse*

5 Times Peter Didn’t Say He Was Struggling… And The One Time He Did by Bladam_Shevine – Again, an old fic I read years ago. I admit I haven’t re-read it in a while, but I remember enjoying it and even saving it to read offline. It’s basically what it says in the title: Peter struggles in many ways and he initially refuses help. Tony is always there to reassure him he can count on him. Bruce is here if you like him! And MJ helps Peter on one of the chapters as well. The chapters might get heavier as they go, but it ends on a hopeful note. *TW for injury, panic attack, suicide attempt (it doesn’t involve Peter), and depression*

The Good Days and the Bad by SoupGirlLovesSoup - Peter has had a bad day, now he's cuddling with Tony. It takes a while before Peter finally tells him what happened. It gets sad, but it's mostly fluff and it ends hopefully. I love re-reading it when I need the comfort. *TW for mention of suicide attempt, depression, and bullying*

Breathe Again by gwenoakley - Post-Endgame where Tony survives. He's recovering in the hospital and Peter finally reunites with him. Before that, though, we can feel the anxiety and trauma Peter feels. Definitely makes me emotional. It's the ending they deserved.

Well, for now this is it! Again, I might add more fics here. I think I also could make a list of what particular concepts I want to read more in Irondad stories, so maybe you guys could give me your own recs. I might try to resume my habit of reading Irondad fics, because they give me a lot of comfort. Thanks for reading this far! I hope you enjoy any of the stories I included.

(I'm aware some authors here have their accounts on Tumblr, but I didn't want to annoy anyone by tagging them, so yeah 😅)

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sokoviansimp · 8 months

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Hey i saw you wanted two prompt ideas, so how about

"I can't protect you."

"I don't know how much longer I can do this."

With Wanda saying both lines and if you could add a 'both' after you in first one.

And maybe its wanda being worried for yn who's pregnant with their daughter about whether she's strong enough to protect them both, and contemplating turning herself in to protect them. Or being retired but still being called. Something along those lines of whatever takes your fancy :D just happy ending tho lol

Thank you

Love's Triumph: A Maximoff Miracle

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✒ Summary: Wanda almost loses you in battle and then finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.

✒ Tags and Warnings: angst and fluff

✒ Author's Note: Hope you like it Twilight! Thanks for the request :)

✒ Word Count: 1487

✒ Read Time: 7 minutes

Masterlist : Socials : Part 1.5

The Avengers had faced countless battles, but this one was different. The enemy was more formidable, and the stakes had never been higher. It almost seemed as if all those previous fights led them to this one. After years of searching for leads and extracting moles from their own organization, they knew the new information that they extracted would lead to something big.

In the midst of the chaos and devastation, a blue streak appeared rushing past the front lines. Too quick to even make out anything, but before anyone could even react, a powerful blast struck the battlefield, sending shock waves through the Avengers' ranks. Wanda, not having time to notice the action, was thrown to the ground, her world spinning. She desperately looked around for you, panic gripping her heart.

It took agonizing moments for Wanda to locate her wife amidst the smoke and rubble. You lay motionless, buried beneath a pile of debris. Wanda's heart nearly stopped as she rushed to your side, using her powers to clear the wreckage as quickly as she could.

When Wanda finally reached you, you were pale and unconscious. Fear coursed through her like a tidal wave. Desperate, she cradled your limp form in her arms, her voice shaking as she called for help.

The battle raged on around them, but Wanda was oblivious to it all. She focused all her energy on protecting you, her mind consumed by the thought of losing the love of her life. Her emotions got the best of her as she sat there helplessly by your side. In an explosion of her power, the battle wrapped up instantly. Her only thought was to get you somewhere safe.

In the aftermath of the battle, you were rushed to the hospital, battered and bruised, but miraculously alive. The relief that washed over Wanda was almost unbearable, but it was short-lived.

Read here for part 1.5 (takes place here)

As Wanda sat by your bedside, days passed before you regained consciousness. On the third day, you groggily opened your eyes as you gently rubbed your thumb against Wanda’s hand as she held yours tightly, you looked up at Wanda with a weak smile. "Detka, oh thank god." she let out relieved to see your eyes again as she smothered you in a tight hug. Never wanting to let you go again. Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes as she leaned down to kiss you's forehead. "I thought I had lost you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

You reached out to cup Wanda's cheek, her touch gentle and loving. "You'll always protect me, Wanda. That's what you do."

But Wanda's relief was tainted by a new fear that had taken root in her heart. She had been so close to losing you, and now, as they faced the reality of the situation, she couldn't escape the overwhelming anxiety that had been building inside her, “I don't know how much longer I can do this." Wanda whispered, almost ashamed. The last thing she wanted was to lose you, but somewhere in her heart, she truly felt you would be safer without her.

“What? Wanda, what do you mean?” Still a bit groggy, you weren’t sure where this was coming from, what you had done to make her feel this way.

"I can't protect you both," Wanda finally admitted, her voice barely audible. She placed a trembling hand on your stomach, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Wanda, what are you talking about?"

“It worked. We’re pregnant.” Tears streamed down Wanda's cheeks as she tried to explain. "I'm scared, Y/N. Scared that my powers, my life, will put you and our child in danger. I can't bear the thought of losing you both." She rambled on as you were still processing the new information.

Your expression softened with understanding. She reached for Wanda's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Wanda, we'll face this together. We always do, and little Benji will be even stronger for that."

At the sound of the name you had chosen for your child, Wanda perked up as if instantly forgetting all the fears she was harboring, “Benji?” She nearly snapped, “What are we giving birth to, a dog?”

You knew the name would get a rise out of your wife, and just as you expected, you were able to distract her from the fear she was spiraling into as you pondered on a name, “Oh, you think you can do better, Ms Maximoff?”

“Eh ehm, that’s Mrs. Maximoff to you, and yes absolutely. What about Tommy?” she reasoned.

“Hmm, I like Timmy better.” You didn't really, in fact, you loved the name Tommy, but you just liked to get under Wanda’s skin a bit in any playful way that you could.

The night that you were released from the hospital, you had both decided to spend a quiet evening at home. Wanda had ordered your favorite takeout, and the cozy aroma of food filled your living room as you snuggled up on the couch, blankets draped over your laps.

Wanda leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. In return, you wrapped your arm around Wanda, pulling her close. You both let out contented sighs, reveling in the comfort of each other's presence.

As the two of you ate, Wanda couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were radiant, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light on your features. Wanda reached out and traced a gentle finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light.

You turned to look at Wanda, a soft smile playing on her lips. "What's on your mind, love?"

Wanda blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of scarlet. "Just how lucky I am to have you."

Your smile widened, and you leaned in to place a sweet kiss on Wanda's lips. "The feeling is mutual, baby."

They continued to eat, their conversation drifting from the mundane to the profound. Wanda's fingers found their way to yours, as you interlocked them, your hands fitting together like pieces of a perfect puzzle.

After you finished eating, the two of you were sitting on the couch snuggled in each other's arms when Wanda decided now was a good time to bring up something that had been bothering her, “Y/N?”

You leaned into her further in response, “Hmm?” you acknowledged.

“What do you remember about the battle?” she wondered.

“Oh, uhm. I think I remember it all. We were fighting the soldiers at the peak of the hill when there was an explosion.” You explained from what you could recall, “After that, I woke up with you by my side.”

“Do you remember what caused the explosion?” Wanda pushed.

“I don’t, oh! I remember something weird happening. Like a light or something.” You tried your best to give her the answers that she was looking for.

“There was a blue streak of light and then an explosion before we knew it. It was him.” She softly said, knowing you might think she was out of her mind for thinking this, but if anyone would believe her, it was going to be you.

“Who?” you weren’t sure where she was going with this.

“My brother.” she said just above a whisper, “I know it was, you have to trust me. I could feel it. When they said he was dead I- I never believed them and you knew that.” She tried to get the information out as quickly as she could, worrying you were going to cut her off and dismiss her like all the other Avengers often did. It was easy for them to chalk her feelings up to denial, as it was just a part of the grieving process.

You weren’t like the other Avengers though, you trusted your wife, “You really think so?” you said pulling back and catching her eyeline.

“I know it was him.” She said confidently.

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. Not knowing what she had in mind, especially with a baby on the way, “Why was he attacking us?” you wondered further.

“I’m not sure. Do you think they’ll believe me?” she asked, wondering how the rest of the team would react to her theory.

“If you’re sure it was him, they'll come around. I’m sure of it.” You matched her confidence. Knowing that even if they dismissed her, you would be able to persuade them.

Wanda nuzzled her wife's neck, breathing in your familiar scent. "You know," she whispered, "every moment with you feels like magic."

You chuckled softly, your heart swelling with affection. "You're the magic in my life, Wanda."

As you gazed into each other's eyes, Wanda pressed her lips to yours once more. This time, the kiss deepened, a gentle dance of love and devotion. In that quiet, intimate moment, you found solace, knowing that your love was the most precious magic of all.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 6 months

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Hi there! New follower here, and can I just say I LOVE how you write König? Like seriously, thank you SOOOOO much for not writing him like a soulless monster or something like I normally see when I look in the tags (I kid you not, I saw someone ask for a r@pist König fanfic not too long ago and it put me off him for a short while). Sure you write him crazy but you don't go that far. Thank you for that.

That being said, how would your interpretation of König handle a reader who has a history like that? Like maybe they were abused in that way as a child or a teen? They're in therapy of course and handle the trauma as best they can but they have that sort of fear of intimacy still, if that makes sense? Maybe they're still battling guilt/self blame, and feel like he could do better with someone who isn't "damaged goods" or something?

Sorry if it's bothersome but I'm very curious! Thank you, and I really hope you have a wonderful day! 💙🌹

Hey dear anon, welcome and thank you so much! 🩷💕

I can understand wanting to read dubcon and noncon at times, it’s all good and hey, to each their own! I can also understand the need to steer clear from these kind of fics (please, always take care of yourself and don’t expose yourself to content you don't vibe with 🩷) and I’m so glad to hear you like the way I write for König. I definitely love monsters with souls! Perhaps it tells something that everytime I *really try* to write a dark fic, I usually get comments like “weee so fluffy and cute!” :D Like did we win…?

As to your question on how would König handle reader with background of abuse:

König is not the most nurturing, tactful man but upon hearing about your past, he’d get super caring and tender. He has this fantasy of being a saving/conquering hero so, yeah, you just became his damsel in distress. To him, you're both a strong survivor and a fragile victim, so you gain something of a saint status in his eyes.

And he would never ever think you’re damaged goods, no. To him, you’re the purest of angels whose soul and body has been ravaged. For this alone, he’ll go to war for you, against the whole world if need be.

Violence is his way to deal with life’s big problems, so he’d want to hunt down and kill the perpetrator if they’re still alive, no question about it. He’d be willing to commit a good old murder and risk going to prison because he couldn’t stand it that this human filth is walking around unpunished. That’s his first way of dealing with this thing: eliminate the threat, then come and comfort you.

So… If you don’t want him to do that (either because you don’t agree with him about the measure of punishment, or because you’re afraid he’ll get caught/will face a prison senctence because of it), you’d have to get super crafty with trying to conceal who this person is because König is going to find out who they are whether you want it or not. He’d have such a hard time respecting your boundaries in this because someone has to avenge you. He has contacts and he can and will use them to get to this fucker and end their life.

Homicide aside, he’ll get overprotective of you. Has to have you in his line of sight at all times to make sure you’re safe and happy and ok.

Sex might be a challenge because König has a high sex drive. He adores you and would want nothing more than to be with you – preferably inside you – 24/7. This is how he worships you, shows love & intimacy and releases both of your stress. If sex is off the table sometimes, König would try to show his love for you in other ways such as cuddling you like crazy or accompanying you to the shower etc.

Any issues with intimacy would trigger his anxiety and fear of abandonment, and he’d get even more obsessive and clingy. Not in a whiny, co-dependent way, but in a “Everything alright, Schatz?” repeated 5 times a day type of way. König would nod and look like he understands completely when you tell him that you have these issues, but then proceeds to cuddle and smother you later anyway :/

Somehow thinks it’s his dick that might be a threat so he would try and not to flail it around you unless you specifically ask for it. Respects your boundaries on not having intercourse, but the other stuff, like squishing you against his chest every now and then or trying to please you with his hands or mouth are harder to negotiate.

Because he would try his all to give you mindblowing sex. He wants go give you good experiences, and gets a high out of making you cum multiple times. To him it’s like a hot bath, a three course meal and a year in therapy combined, to watch how you come undone. He's unusually gentle with his aftercare, and drowns you in praise when he holds you close.

Perhaps it’s a bit sick, but the fact that you both have suffered in your own ways makes you his one true love, sort of like a fated companion. In his mind, you’re soulmates who’ve gone through hell. He's also vehement in his belief that only he can love you whole again, only he can treat you right.

So the question then becomes, how do you survive an adoring, obsessive giant who’s made it his life’s purpose to make you happy? ❤️

#könig fluff #murder as love language

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine being Shuri's ex and almost dying

After the death of her brother you did everything in your power to be there for Shuri, and bring her comfort.

She wanted space. You gave it to her.

She needed a shoulder to cry on. You gave her yours without question.

She needed someone to her anger out on. You took whatever she threw at you without retaliation.

It was safe too say that your relationship wasn't the healthiest for a while, and although you tried to downplay the issues. Everyone close to her and you could see the relationship going downhill. Okoye told you many times to sit down with the Princess, and talk things out. Queen Ramonda corrected Shuri's behavior and treatment of you many times, even going so far as to have her removed from. The lab during a particular bad argument and making her spend sometime with you till the matter was settled. But they could only do so much to help keep the love between you and Shuri alive.

At the end of the day it was on you two to make sure the relationship didn't fall apart. Shuri continued to bury herself in technology, and you let her distracting yourself by accompanying the Dora Milaje on numerous missions. The distractions only worked for so long especially considering you had given up the hero life. Years ago to be with Shuri, and relocate from America to Wakanda.

It was a huge sacrifice to make on your part but you didn't mind it one bit. You had spent your entire life training, fighting, and protecting the world. Never knowing what it was like to be able to wake in peace and in comfort of a place you called home. After you refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, and T'Challa offered you a refuge in Wakanda. You accepted and then laid eyes on Shuri who had a little obsession with your backstory. The teenage Avenger with the power of molecular manipulation who had no idea where she came from.

After the Battle of Thanos was over you were given the opportunity to return to America with a clean slant, and resume your Avenger duties. But you turned the offer down and chose to continue to reside in Wakanda with your Princess. At the time it was the best decision you'd ever made, but now with Shuri constantly ignoring you and your worries, never coming to bed at night, and barely even looking let alone touching you. It had you thinking that maybe it was time to move on, and give her some real alone time.

Everything came to head on the anniversary night of you two getting together. Shuri had actually made it to bed the night before, and that morning. She insisted that you stay in Wakanda, and clear your schedule for the night. Because she had something planned for the two of you. There was a happy tone to her voice that you hadn't heard in months since her brother's death, and her steps were a bit lighter. You thought that she was finally starting to truly heal from the pain, and listened to her. But when nightfall came Shuri was nowhere to be found, and you gave her the whole night to come. Once a hour before midnight hit you made your way to the lab knowing that's where she was hold up at.

Her back was to you as she was focused on the equation on the screen in front of her. When you exited the elevator, but that was no problem in her hand was a vial of liquid. You pointed a finger feeling for the molecules in the air, and brought the temperature down. The liquid froze into a solid, and Shuri glanced down at it before looking over her shoulder to see. You standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, and one foot tapping the floor.

"Let me guess you came upon something big, and it was too important for you take a break before finishing." You said with a small shrug.

"Well if you already know then why are you here?" She asked trying to seem unbothered, but the hint of worry in her tone didn't go unheard. Shuri knew she had messed up big time.

"I'm here to ask a question that's needs to be asked." You said letting your arms fall to your side as a sign of defeat. Usually you would come down here and hear whatever excuse she had. Then she would apologize profusely promising to make it up to you, and the two of you would proceed to kiss and make-up. But you were tired of that repetitive routine since nothing ever changed afterwards. The two of you just went on letting the cycle repeat itself again and again.

Now you had her attention and watched as Shuri turned around to fully face you. She placed the vial of frozen liquid on the table along with the pen tucked in her ear. "And what question would that be?"

"Why are we still together?"

Before you could even finish her face fell, and she took a step back. She started fiddling with her kimoyo beads while staring at the floor in deep thought. She was starting to spiral and you knew it. This is why you didn't want to have the conservation. Deep down you knew without a doubt in your heart that Shuri still loved you, but was just going through a lot. The Princess was more focused on keeping you safe from any future threats or diseases than spending time with you. Plus she didn't want to deal with the grief that came with T'Challa's death.

You knew you couldn't let her or your relationship go on like this. Something had to give and unfortunately you felt like it had to be you. "Shuri I can't do this anymore I love you and I always will but this isn't working." You whispered your voice so low it was a miracle she heard you.

Her focus finally seemed to come back in play as she walked over to you wrapping an arm around your waist. She pulled your body to hers leaving no space, and placing a hand on your cheek. "Hey hey now come on there's no reason to be so hasty mmmhmm." She said with a light chuckle, and leaned forward pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the feel of her lips on your skin savoring the moment. Because you knew this would be the last time you would feel those lips. You made a promise to yourself to not back out of this decision no matter what before you came down here. Tears managed to break free of your closed eyes, and slide down your face.

Shuri wiped them away and peppered more kisses on your face till eventually her mouth settled by your ear. "My love please I'll get better okay I promise we can work it out." The pain in her voice struck you like a dagger in the heart.

You opened your eyes to find her's filled with desperation. "Shuri I chose you over everything and everyone else in my life, because you were home to me. Do you get that?"

Shuri nodded burying her face into your shoulder in attempt to muffle her sobbing.

"Shuri you don't feel like home to me anymore. Nothing about this place does, and I hate feeling like this. I'm going back to America to resume my Avenger status for the time being."

Her arm tightened around your waist constricting until your breath hitched. You let her hold you, and cry until she ran out of tears. Shuri couldn't find any words because she knew there was nothing to say. That she hadn't already said in the past back when it worked. This time those words were going to fall deaf on your ears. You weren't going to believe her, and what hurt the most was that this time. Shuri was going to mean it she really would've changed in order to convince you to stay, but it was too late.

Months Later

It'd almost been a year since your breakup with Shuri, and not a day didn't go by. Where you didn't think about her heck you still kept the kimoyo beads on, and wore the necklace with a little black panther charm on it. Shuri gifted it too you on your first year anniversary, and when you tried to give it back. She insisted that you keep it said it would make her feel better. If you had a piece of her with you wherever you went, and it brought you comfort too.

But you were now in a much healthier place in your life especially emotionally and mentally. You did go back to being an Avenger which meant just picking up random missions from whoever requested your help. Some jobs paid more well than others while sometimes there was no payment at all. It didn't matter to you because nothing was more fulfilling than helping people who really needed it. As for teammates right now there really wasn't a official Avengers team, and everyone was kinda scattered. Some were in space like Carol and Thor, some were to busy dealing with threats beyond this world like Doctor Strange, and some just didn't seem to want help like Spider-Man.

One night you ended up thwarting a robbery attempt, and the guy swung in helping you take them down. As if it was muscle memory or something you went in for a high five afterwards, and he froze. Unsure of what you did wrong you put in a call to the cops, and left. A day later Spider-Man tracked you down while he was on patrol, and just asked if you could keep your distance.

You found his behavior to be a little weird but nonetheless you respected it, and just moved on. Bucky and Sam were your go-to for partnerships whenever you needed back-up. You worked well with both of them not to mention. The sibling like relationship both of them had with you before you went to Wakanda. No one was more happy to have you back than those two were. And they never let you forget sometimes having a habit of arguing of who would accompany you on a mission. If it only required one of their assistance.

On your most current mission Bucky had won the coin toss, but you were starting to think. You should've just brought both of them as you were surrounded from all of sides in a room with no escape.

"Y/N what's your status?"

"I'm on the first floor but I'm surrounded" You spoke into the comms.

"Alright just hold them off okay I'm on the third floor making my way to you now. I might have to get through a few guys but I shouldn't be too long" Bucky replied. From the way you could hear his breathing it sounded like he was winded. Which was quite the feat to get tire out the super solider. Most likely he was outnumbered just as much as you were, but didn't want you to panic.

"Take it easy old man I don't need you passing out in exhaustion on me. I can handle these guys" You reassured him cracking your knuckles.

"Hey y/n" he said

"Yeah" You answered bouncing on your feet in anticipation.

"If you get hurt, hurt'em back, and if you get killed walk it off" Bucky told you.

You could picture the playful smile on his face as he recited one of Steve's old speeches from so long ago. You often told Bucky of your time with Steve, and every now and then. He would try to relive those moments with you. It was one of the things you missed the most after leaving the Avengers.

"Thanks Buck but I don't think this situation compares to that one even a little bit." You said shaking your head.

"Fine just make sure these guys don't get back up."

"Now that I can do."

After that both of you cease communication for the time being as the fight started on both sides. You threw out both of your hands calling upon your power to encase all of the agents in front of you a sheet of ice. Then you made your through all of them breaking them free of their ice prison with a kick to the abdomen, or a punch to the face. Sam always joked you got the move from Sub-Zero after playing Mortal Kombat one too many times.

He was right.

The agents started throwing themselves at you in an effort to overwhelm and take you down faster. But with a flick of your wrist the shoes on their feet exploded throwing the to the floor. You went low, and knocked the one who did reach down with a leg sweep. You slammed his head into the ground before he could recover rendering him unconscious. Out of the corner of your eye you caught three more coming from the right, and you whirled this time slowing down their approach with your powers. All of their bodies started moving as slow as possible. Their eyes began to widen in surprise mixed with fear, but even that action was slow.

You rolled over coming up in front of them and delivered a harsh kick to one's stomach. Releasing your molecular hold on him upon impact with his body back in full and fast motion. He flew back into the air landing in a heap. You repeated the move with other two, and once again caused some items on other agents too combust. Throwing them into the wall or into each other with the move. Even though the fight was going well for you right now you were tiring yourself out by using your powers so much. In an effort to preserve your strength you pulled your daggers from the holster on your jeans.

Having been trained by the almighty combat trio of the Avengers. Natasha, Steve, and Clint your fighting skills were unmatched and you had no problem taking these guys down. But when you finally did get to the big bad of the henchmen. It was pretty obvious for one he was dressed a bit different than others, and for two he didn't rush you either. He stood back watching you flip his last standing man over your shoulder.

"Ready for a real challenge Avenger" he asked with a evil grin showing all his teeth.

"For your sake I hope you actually mean that" You told him rolling your shoulders.

He didn't respond instead he just pulled a pair of knives from the belt in his pants, and gave them a quick twirl like a pro. They were smaller than your daggers, and probably weaker considering yours were made of vibranium. Another gift for Shuri before the war with Thanos's alien army.

You attacked first slashing in a wide arc aiming for his face. He blocked your dagger with his knife, and the blade held but a crack did appear. His hand trembled with effort as your blade was just inches from his cheek. You smirked and brought your other dagger forward toward his stomach, and he jumped back breaking contact. You followed keeping him on the defense as he dodged and knocked your blade away multiple times.

He was good but you were obviously better, so of course he did what any bad guy would do to get the upper hand. He cheated and dropped one of his knives. You frowned in confusion as he tucked and rolled away. The agent came up swung around throwing something at your face. You crossed your bladed together bringing them up to to block what you thought was a knife.

It was dirt.

Your daggers did keep some of it out of your face, but of course the tiny dust particles manage to slip past them entering your eyes. They stung and for just a second you dropped your guard letting out a groan. "Seriously dude what are you fi-" Your protest was cut off as a gasp of shock and pain left your mouth. You blinked through the pain too look down he was crouched before you with his knife buried into your stomach. You stared down a the knife in disbelief. Had you really been taken down with such a childish move?

He looked up catching your eyes as he gave the knife a hard twist. Your insides lit up with pain and you gaped like a fish trying to find your voice.

"Hmph some Avenger you are" he commented.

With the last of your little bit of strength you gripped the dagger in your hand, and plunge it into his neck. The blade went in and came out on the other side smoothly. He didn't even get the chance to gurgle before his body fell to the floor. He was dead, and you were halfway there.

The strength in your legs went first as you stumbled back and hit the floor on your butt. Your hand ventured to the injury, and came away slick with blood. You were bleeding but it was under control for now unless there was internal bleeding going on. Right now keeping the blade inside was the only thing preventing you from dying fast of blood lost. So you simply dragged yourself over to a wall to rest up against to wait for Bucky to come. Your comms had been lost in the fight, and were probably smashed to pieces anyway.

You were barely managing to stay conscious as the minutes went by, your mind wander everywhere trying not to stay focus on the blinding pain. You thought about your past and how someone literally left you on the doorstep of some Shield agent. In the beginning Nick Fury was just going to hand you over to the nearest adoption center, but then you cried and just about everything in his kitchen exploded. He knew right then you were something special, and he took you in as his own. Then your train of thought switched over to your love Shuri, and your heart broke realizing what dying here would mean for her. You had always believed deep down the two of you would your way back to each other. She actually started to send you letters a month ago asking you to come visit Wakanda.

You never wrote back or gave her answer in any form afraid of giving up the peace. It took you so long to find after your breakup with her, but now you were regretting not responding more than anything.

Bast, God, I don't whatever higher power is listening to me right now. Please don't let this be the end for me please you prayed silently to yourself.

"Y/N are down here" Bucky yelled. From the sound of it he was only a few halls away from your location.

You attempted to call out to him but instead broke out coughing. Blood sputtered from the cough coating your pants, and the floor around you. Bucky must have heard it because you could hear his thundering footsteps approaching. A few more seconds later he appeared in the doorway eyes scanning the room till they landed on you. "Y/N" he screamed your name running over and dropping to his knees beside you. His hand hovered the knife buried in your stomach as he observed the injury.

You were so tired and it was becoming so much harder to keep your eyes open. Your head fell back against the wall as you gasped his name.

He brought his hand to your face gently bringing it back down so you could meet his gaze. "Hey stay with me now you're going to be okay. This is nothing alright I've seen worse."

"Maybe for a super solider" you murmured.

Bucky let out a laugh void of all emotions as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You can't die here okay if you do Ayo is going to kill me, and take back the arm for good this time. Do you want that y/n? I mean imagine it me running around here fighting with one arm."

You let out a painful chuckle at the image, and at the thought of all the jokes Sam would make at his expense. "The government would give you a new one" You manage to say.

"Yeah but it wouldn't be made of vibranium" He shot back.

"Forget Ayo killing you Shuri is going to kill me" You whispered letting your head drift to the side.

Then it really hit Bucky why it was so important that you didn't die. He wasn't kidding about Ayo killing him if you died on his watch after all. She was the one who reached out to him begging him to look after up for the sake of Shuri. It's not that Ayo doubted your ability to protect yourself. It was just she knew how dangerous being an Avenger was, and could sleep a little better knowing someone had your back all the time. And there was one thing Ayo and everyone else was sure of. If you died in the field Princess Shuri would blame herself, and would never move on from it.

Bucky was calling out your name again as darkness filled your vision. He wanted you to heat up the injury saying it would buy you a little more time. You barely registered the request but your brain was in survival mode, and some part of you comprehend what he wanted. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of being lifted into his arms.

Bucky put his super solider speed to the test running back to the quinjet. That you had decided to park a mile away in order to hide your guys's arrival. He was starting to regret that decision with you limp in his arms with shallow breathing. Even though the scene before him was nearly a blur as he moved. Bucky still felt like he wasn't running fast enough until finally the quinjet was in sight. Once he was on the inside he placed you on the medical table, and strapped you to it.

He tried to work your kimoyo beads in an effort to alert Shuri of what was going on, but they were deactivated. Thanks to you and in his worried mindset Bucky couldn't think of how to turn them back on. So instead he got the quinjet into the air and set course for Wakanda. The only place with a genius scientist that could save your life right now. Auto-pilot was turned on giving him the freedom to call Ayo over and over. His calls were going unanswered which didn't surprise him at all. Ayo had cut off contact with him after the whole Zemo thing, and even though he understood why. Bucky didn't think it would take her this long to forgive him.

When she showed up out of the blue and asked him to watch over you. That was the first time he had seen and spoken to her since the incident, and just like that nothing but radio silence again. But now Bucky would keep calling until he got through to her Wakanda wouldn't open their borders to him alone.

Finally on the twelfth call she surprisingly picked up "James this better be good I'm busy."

"Ayo" he cried with a crack in his voice. He tried to keep his composure but the fear was starting to settle in.

His distress got her attention and put her on alert. "James what's wrong?

"Its y/n she's hurt and it's bad I'm on my way now she doesn't have much time left. I don't know where els-"

"Bring her to us I will notify the Princess now hurry James" Ayo ordered cutting him off. Even though it was subtle he could hear her falter.

Pushing the quinjet well beyond its limits worked, and he managed to reach Wakanda within record time. Somehow you were still clinging to life but just barely. Bucky didn't stop till the quinjet was in the landing zone of the palace. He lifted you back into his arms and exited the jet. A medical team was waiting for him with a hovering sand table. He laid you on it as gently as possible, and watched as they rushed back inside with your body.

Bucky wasn't sure if his presence was wanted and turned to go back to the aircraft. But someone caught him by the hand making him pause to look back.

It was Ayo with a woman standing a few feet behind her. He didn't recognize her, but could tell by her demeanor that the two of them were close. Tears were pooled up in Ayo's eyes and she blinked them away. "Stay."

If he didn't have super hearing the plea wouldn't have reached his ears. Bucky nodded and proceeded to follow them into the palace.

The lab was thrown into chaos as Shuri ordered everyone out the second the medical team arrived with you in tow. Ayo told her you had been injuried and needed immediate medical attention. She hadn't said anything about you practically being on death's door. Maybe she assumed Shuri was better off not knowing how serious your condition was. That she would better be prepared and in a better mindset to carry out the medical procedure on her ex-lover.

But nothing could prepare Shuri to see you lying on the sand table before her barely alive. The tools shook in her grip and she paused at the hilt of the knife. If she failed then once again she would lose someone she loved. When their lives were trusted within her hands. She couldn't go through that again.

"Shuri" a familiar voice said from behind her.

Shuri was so far gone in her thoughts she didn't recognize it and turned around to snap. "I told you all to get out."

It was her mother and her daughter's rebuttal didn't faze her in the slightest. Queen Ramonda knew Shuri was gripped with the fear of losing you and needed her support. She walked over and pulled her into a comforting hug. "Don't start doubting the gifts bestowed upon you by Bast herself now. You can do this my child y/n couldn't be in better hands." she told her rubbing her back.

Shuri stayed in her mother's embrace letting the warm feeling overtake all the feelings of worry and doubt. It wasn't until her A.I. system spoke up she pulled away.

"Princess you will need to act now to save y/n's life she doesn't have much time left."

Shuri let her mother wipe away the tears, and then she turned back around to you. This time there was no hesitation as she went to work in safely removing the knife. Griot kept her updated on your vitals, and heart rate. She worked diligently not letting anything throw her off, and Queen Ramonda sat at her workstation a few feet away. Her mother's presence brought her some much needed comfort. At some point Okoye, Ayo, Aneka, and Bucky entered the lab but stayed back not wanting to make her feel any pressure.

It took her one hour to patch up your injury with the help of her technology. But that hour felt like an eternity to her and everyone else. When it was over and Griot announced you were in stable condition. Shuri broke down into tears burying her face into your neck. You were still unconscious and probably wouldn't awake for another two hours at least. But the feel of your breathing and the sound of your steady heartbeat kept her from going insane.

"Please wake up soon my love" she pleaded.

"Is she going to make it?" Bucky asked walking tentatively towards you.

Shuri turned to give him a nod, and let out a grunt when his body collided with hers. As he covered the distance between the two of them with blinding speed. Bucky wrapped his arms around the Princess in a bone-crushing hug lifting her off her feet.

"Are we going to allow this?" Aneka asked her hand balled up into fists at her side. Usually the Doras didn't let anyone get within five feet of the royal family. Let alone touch them.

"We will this time" Okoye told her trying to keep her own tears of joy at bay.

After a while Bucky finally released Shuri and pulled up chairs for both of them to sit in, and wait for you to regain consciousness. Queen Ramonda retired to her room for the night promising to stop by first thing in the morning. Ayo and Aneka stayed in the lab to stand guard while Okoye went with the Queen.

Sometime in the early morning after Shuri had finally relieved the Doras of their duty, so they could go home and rest up. When Bucky was fast asleep in his chair despite how uncomfortable it had to be, and Shuri was the only awake but just barely sitting by your side with chin in her hand. Your eyes blinked open and you grumbled something looking around. "Shuri" you whispered a little confused.

She sat up a bit straighter at the sound of your voice, and looked down. A cry of relief left her mouth as she leaned down pressing her forehead to yours. "My love you're awake."

"Is this real?" You asked.

She nodded "you know you didn't have to try and get yourself killed to visit me right."

"Well you know me and my big ego" You joked letting a small smile take form on your face.

Just like that the dam broke and Shuri burst into tears moving to bury her face into the uninjured part of your chest. You brought a hand to ran your fingers through her curls. Your touch was a bit weak but it was real, and reminded both of you that you were still alive. Which was all that reminded.

"I'm alive Shuri it's okay" You soothed her. She lifted her face from your chest and captured your lips in a desperate kiss. Her lips moves slowly against yours as both of you savored the feeling. She kissed you like it was the last time she was ever going to be able to do it. She kissed you as if the entire world was ending. She kissed you like you were dying, because for a second Shuri was sure that she would lose you. When your lips finally parted from yours they were swollen a bit, and both of you were out of breath. If it wasn't for your heart rate spiking as your lungs begged for air. Shuri wouldn't have pulled away.

"Never again don't leave me ever again" Shuri pleaded to you.

"Nothing could take me away from you my love" You swore.

Shuri stood up and climbed onto the sand table. You scooted over into her awaiting arms, and rested your head on her chest. With her arms secured around your waist Shuri laid back. It didn't take long for either of you to fall asleep knowing that even after all this time. Your love for each other was very much still alive, and although it would take a lot to repair the relationship. Both of you wanted nothing more than to be together again.

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dontcare77ghj · 11 months

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Children

Wanda x reader x Peter

When you were a child, you pictured your life going the way many orphans dreamed of.

Idealistically.

You dreamed of a family picking you, wanting you, and bringing you to a home filled with love and maybe a dog. The white picket fence lifestyle.

When HYDRA picked you, you had been unaware at the time, as had the seventy-four other children, how quickly that dream would shatter.

And, suddenly, the dream became making it to the end of the week.

Surviving the experiments, the torture, and living just a little while longer. Though some days you prayed for death more so than life.

When the Avengers raided the facility just after your fourteenth birthday, and the seventy-fourth child died, you thought you were dreaming.

Even now, two years later, there were days you were sure this was all some sick dream. That you would wake up back in your cell with no chance of a future.

But you didn't.

Instead, you woke up in your room in the Tower with your big windows, open doors, and a family waiting for you a couple of floors down.

Right now, you had no big dreams for the rest of your life. You did not plan out as you had when you didn't know better.

For now, you were living and enjoying the days as they came.

And you weren't going to let anyone take that from you.

"Nat, give me back the foundation!" You huffed, putting your hands on your hips.

"No. You don't need it. So you can't have it." Natasha told you firmly.

"You know I can just take it from you, right?" You asked, staring at the woman who'd resorted to standing on your bed.

"And I'll kick your ass. Point?" Natasha raised a brow.

"Nat, I don't have a scarf, and my hair won't cover this." You gestured to your neck. "It's ugly."

"It's a battle scar, and they're never ugly." Natasha corrected you, jumping to the floor. "You got this saving Steve's ass. You don't have anything to hide." She said, brushing the hair from your neck.

"But,"

"But?"

"What if Wanda and Pete don't like it?" You asked, touching the still tender cut.

"Okay, first of all, those two are usually covered in worse than this, okay? And second of all, they won't care." Natasha said, cupping your face in her hands.

"Yeah?"

"They asked you on this date after you'd been sparing with Steve." Natasha reminded you. "You were sweaty and out of breath,"

"I didn't smell great."

"Probably not. But they still asked you." Natasha said. "You look beautiful, and they're not going to know what to do with themselves."

"Are you sure?" You asked, anxiety making a mess of your stomach.

"Yes," Natasha promised, kissing your temple. "Now, are you ready to watch their jaws drop?"

Non-reader POV

"You two look nice." Steve smiled as Wanda and Peter entered the living room. "Big night on the town?"

"Can you sound any more like a dad, Steve?" Bucky groaned.

"You bring Wanda back by eleven, Parker." Clint reminded the vigilante. "I know where you live, and I know how to get in."

"I stand corrected," Bucky muttered.

"You know we're sixteen, right?" Wanda raised a brow at the archer.

"Oh, it's so cute when they think sixteen is grown up," Tony said, sitting beside Clint.

"Yeah, well, they go from sixteen to seventeen to eighteen, to out of your life pretty quickly." Clint sighed.

"Isn't your oldest thirteen?" Peter cocked his head.

"The oldest that I know of," Clint said, a shiver running down his spine.

"Anyway," Tony shook his head. "Where are you two off tonight? Do you want to borrow a car? Or Happy?"

"We're okay, Mr Stark. We don't need a car or Happy." Peter was quick to tell the man who was already getting his phone out. "We're going to the restaurant just down the street."

"Ooh, the good one with the good gelato?" Bucky groaned. "Stevie, get me some gelato." He said, hitting the blonde's arm.

"Get your own gelato, punk."

"The place down the street needs a reservation on Friday nights. Aren't you two cutting it close?" Tony asked.

"We have twenty minutes before we need to be there." Peter shook his head.

"We're just waiting on Y/N," Wanda added.

"I thought you were going on a date?" Bucky cocked his head.

"We are. With Y/N." Peter said, grabbing Wanda's hand as he stared nervously at the Avengers before them.

"Well, shit. I lost that bet."

"Yeah, I had June on the books."

"You bet on us?" Wanda scoffed.

"Ignore them. Congratulations."

"Just remember, kid. If you hurt either of them, we know where you live." Clint threatened, despite the smile on his face.

"Oh, please. My kid is a gentleman." Tony scoffed. "And, in a move very similar to me but doubled, he's picked two women who'll kick his ass for us if he does anything stupid."

"Ahem." Natasha's voice startled the men on the couch, causing them to turn. "If you lot are done, Peter, Wanda, ta-da," Natasha said, stepping aside.

Y/N stood a couple of paces behind where Natasha had been, and Wanda and Peter's jaws dropped.

"Y/N, you look stunning." Wanda smiled, moving towards the girl.

"Thank you." Y/N blushed. "Sorry, I'm late. Nat had to help me with my hair."

"You're not late." Peter was quick to assure. "We're early. Like so early. We probably rushed a little bit, but we were also nervous. But you could probably tell that because now I'm rambling,"

"Pete," Wanda said, taking the spider's hand with hers. "Breathe."

"Sorry," Peter said after a second to a giggling Y/N.

"It's okay. I'm used to it." She smiled. "You both look really nice. You even match." She pointed to Wanda's dress and Peter's matching bowtie. "I should've asked about the dress code."

"Well, we actually thought about that," Wanda said, using her magic to float a plastic container over to the three of them. "Peter found this, and we thought it might be cute."

"But if you don't want it you totally don't have to wear it," Peter said as Y/N opened the container and gently picked up the red corsage.

"No, I love it." She assured the two. "Help me put it on?" She held out her hand.

"Please, tell me you're filming this." Steve broke the moment. "This is adorable."

"No filming." Wanda groaned.

"Alright, you three better get out of here before one of this lot gets out a camera," Natasha said, ushering the teens to the elevator.

"Be good!"

"Have fun!"

"Be home by eleven!"

"Make good choices!"

Reader POV

"Phil, I appreciate being considered for this, but,"

"It's suicidal." Bucky cut in, scowling at the file in his hand. "She's not going."

"Barnes, you can't make that decision for her." Phil sighed.

"I don't want to do this, Phil." You told the agent. "I'm not an agent. I'm not trained for this. It's nice of Fury to consider me,"

"Nice? He wants you to do this on your own, knowing you have no formal training and that you're a child." The soldier scoffed, throwing the file onto the table and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "If you try and take her, I will take you out." He said, dead-staring the agent in the eyes.

"No one is going to take anyone," Phil promised, raising his hands. "I'm passing on Fury's offer, that's all."

"That's all?" Bucky raised a brow.

"That's all." Phil nodded. "And since you've made it clear how you feel, I'll be on my way." He added, rising to his feet.

"I'm really sorry, Phil." You told the agent.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, kid." Phil shook his head. "I'll let Fury know your decision." He said before making his way out.

"Thanks for standing up for me, Buck." You said, turning to the man who gave you a smile.

"Anytime, small fry." He knocked your shoulder. "C'mon, let's get you a cupcake."

"You're such a cheater!"

"Just because you don't know the rules."

"We know the rules. You're the one not playing by them."

"The rules of MASH are clear. You have to put a different people for your future spouse." Peter told Wanda.

"And you have to put them individually." You added.

"But this way, I get to have you both. I win, you win, it's fine." Wanda waved a hand. "Besides, you want to talk about cheating and not following the rules? Then who's the one who put a draw two on a draw four?"

"You can!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. "It's somewhere in the rules. I read it once."

"In a dream, maybe." Peter scoffed. "That is nowhere in the rules, and we are not having this argument again."

"Why, because you know I'm right?" You challenged the spider.

"How did we get to this? We were talking about Wanda cheating." Peter reminded you.

"I am not cheating. I am just making sure I get the future I want." Wanda shrugged.

"Alright, maybe this is not the best game for us to be playing." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "What's next on your list of things Wanda missed out on?" You turned to Peter.

"I have a list of movies, snack concoctions, a rebellious phase was added,"

"And achieved, I'd say." Wanda cut Peter off. "Why do we have a list again?"

"You wrote the list. You even added 'have a happy childhood' to the top. Which, just proves you've been spending too much time with MJ." You reminded her.

"You know what's not on that list?" Wanda asked as she took the notepad from Peter's hand. "Spend a day with you both."

"I think we've accomplished that many times over," Peter commented.

"Well, don't they say you should always repeat that which you love?"

"Oh, is that why we always end up doing that one position?" You snarked, causing Wanda to snort and Peter to burn red.

"Y/N, you can't say that! Someone might hear you!" Peter hissed, his head snapping to the door as if someone were going to bust through it.

"The only other two apartments on this floor are Nat's and Steve's, and they're out being adults." Wanda reminded Peter.

"What's the matter, Peter? You can do the act, but you can't say it?" You teased.

"I can say it."

"Then say it. Sex."

"Y/N."

"Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex-" You chanted before letting out a squeal as Peter launched across Wanda and tackled you to the bed.

"Peter, don't break the bed again!" Wanda squealed as she ended up smooshed between you and Peter.

"That was an accident!"

"And Steve still won't let us hear the end of it."

"And do you really want to go to Tony and tell him you broke another bed?"

"No." Peter burned redder than before. "I do not want to have that conversation again." He said, laying down atop the two of you.

"So, what? You're just going to use us as pillows for the day?" You asked, running your fingers through his curls.

"Yep."

"Well, that crosses that off the bucket list." Wanda smiled at you.

"Nice work." Maria complimented, pushing off the doorframe and moving towards where you sat on the ground.

"Not good enough to win." You huffed, glaring at Clint, who sat opposite, not out of breath in the slightest.

"I've had decades of training, kid. If you'd won, it's because I let you." Clint said, nudging your foot with his.

"And if not for that reason, there'd be a problem," Maria added, sitting beside you. "So, Fury sent me to talk to you."

"Oh my God, seriously?" You groaned, flinging yourself back on the mat. "He knows I'm ignoring him and his emails for a reason, right?"

"That's why he sent me," Maria told you.

"Yeah, well, respectfully, Hill, you can go back to Fury and tell him she's not going on his mission," Clint said, narrowing his eyes at his friend as he shifted to sit at your side.

"Don't worry, Barton. I already told him." Maria assured the archer. "Every time he's asked me to come and talk to Y/N, I've reminded him she's already given her answer."

"Persisitent fucker." Clint muttered, glaring at the ground. "So, you came here to get him off your back?"

"That and warn you." Maria nodded, looking at you. "He wants you on this mission, kid. I don't know why, but he's not going to stop trying to get you to say yes."

"He can't make me go on this mission, can he?" You asked, looking between the adults.

"He'll get an arrow in his ass if he tries," Clint promised you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You're not a SHIELD agent, Y/N. Not even a trainee. Fury can't make you do anything." Maria added. "Even actual agents have the option to say no."

"Right." You nodded, but you weren't convinced.

"Hey, kid, why don't you hit the showers?" Clint suggested. "You've done enough for the day."

"No, I can keep training." You insisted, jumping to a stand. "I'm good."

"Yeah, well, I'm beat," Clint said. "How about you hit the showers, and after, we'll go for a walk and pick up a pie?"

"Can we take Lucky with us?

"What kind of question is that? Of course, we're taking the dog." Clint chuckled. "Hell, we'll even take Hill with us."

"I am not paying for your pizza, Barton."

"You crossed the line!"

"Did not!"

"What do you call that? That's the goddam line, Stark!"

"Watch your language! There are children here!"

"Yeah, watch your fucking language, Grandpa!" You snickered as the adults bickered.

"Kids, what's the verdict?" Bruce sighed, looking over to the couch where you, Wanda and Peter sat.

"According to the rules of Wii Bowling," Peter started, reading off his phone.

"And the rules of real bowling," Wanda added.

"Mr Stark's roll is technically disqualified," Peter said, looking up at his mentor with a frown. "Sorry, Mr. Stark."

"This is bullshit." Tony huffed, collapsing onto a couch with Natasha. "What's the number for Nintendo? I'm calling them and getting them to change the rules."

"What are you going to do? Buy the company and rewrite the rules yourself?" Clint scoffed.

"I'm gonna buy the company and rewrite the rules myself." Tony nodded.

"Nat, please take your turn now before he tries to rewrite history." You groaned.

"Step aside, boys," Natasha said, rising to a stand. "I'm gonna kick Barton to the bottom of the scoreboard."

"We're on the same team!"

"In real life too." A voice from the doorway spoke, causing everyone's heads to snap up.

Nick Fury stood in the doorway, looking unimpressed at the scene before him.

"This is what you do when you're not on missions?" The man raised a brow. "You know, you could be training."

"And this is why you're never invited to game night, sourpuss." Tony huffed, watching the director stalk forward.

"You've been ignoring my emails, Miss L/N," Fury said, dropping the file in his hands on the table before you.

"I thought I'd made my point loud and clear," You said, sitting upright. "Perhaps you'd like to borrow one of Clint's hearing aids, and I can say it again." You added, causing several of the adults in the room to chuckle.

"I need you to take this mission. I need you to be ready to leave tomorrow morning." Fury ignored your comment.

"No." You said, crossing your arms.

"I have asked nicely, L/N. Don't make me ask again."

"You better not be threatening one of those kids in my tower, Fury." Tony narrowed his eyes at the man.

"L/N here has a duty to the rest of the world. She could do a lot of good with her powers and yet she refuses to."

"I don't have a duty to anyone." You said, rising to a stand. "I am a child, and my only 'duty' at this point is to finish high school and be a kid."

"Your childhood ended the day HYDRA started to experiment on you."

"That's a fair point. However, I'm still sixteen. I'm healing from a traumatic experience, and I'm making up for lost time." You said, crossing your arms. "I'm not an Avenger, Nick. And I'm not one of your agents. I'm a child."

"I started the Avengers. I assembled the team that saved your life. The team that gave you a home, a team of therapists, and a new life." Fury told you. "Most in your position would be more grateful."

"Grateful." You laughed. "You think me working my ass off to heal, to learn how to be a person for this team, isn't good enough?

Do you think the hours I put into training, both in hand-to-hand and with my own powers, isn't proof of how thankful I am? You think the fact I didn't jump off the roof that first night here and join the rest of those who were experimented on isn't me being fucking grateful?" You snapped, narrowing your eyes at the older man.

"L/N,"

"I am grateful to be alive, to have found a family, friends, and even people I love." You said, letting your hands drop to your side. You let out a smile when you felt Wanda and Peter take your hands. "I don't work for you or SHIELD. I'm not even a real Avenger. I'm a child whose fight or flight instincts don't work." You continued.

"L/N,"

"I am a child. Not your weapon." You continued to ignore Fury. "I'm not one of your agents who cower at the sight of you. I'm not a robot who does what you tell it. I'm a fucking child!" You snapped.

"Well, maybe Maximoff or Parker would be willing to take your place," Fury said, and you felt your blood boil.

"You don't get it do you?" You scoffed. "We're all fucking children! Cleaning up the mess you made of the world so we have a chance at a future.

None of us asked for this. None of us asked to go through the amount of pain we have in our short lives. The only thing we were supposed to worry about was graduating, getting a job, and having enough money to survive one more day.

But no. You ruined the world, you create problem upon problem and hide them away thinking someone else will fix it. Tell me, do the agents who you sent to their deaths, weigh on your mind? Do you think about the lives you've ruined at all?

I am not going to be one of those lives, Fury. I will finish school, I will go to college and graduate with a degree that means I get to help people. And then I will decide if I become an Avenger. And I will do this with my family behind me and the people I love at my side.

Because at the end of the day, you have made the world a mess. No matter what path any of us take, we will end up trying to fix your mess. Because, even when you are gone, and no one remembers your name or gives a shit about who you were, we will be here. And we will leave the world in a better way than you ever would have." You finished your rant, breathing deeply, as you stared at the now silent director.

"Well, shit, kid." Clint whistled. "You tell him."

"Very articulate, malen'kiy pauk." Natasha smiled.

"None of us could have put it better," Steve added, with Bruce nodding along.

"Now that Y/N's thoroughly destroyed you, pirate. Let me add my piece." Tony said, moving to stand at your side. "You will not be taking any of these kids on any mission. I guarantee if you try to do anything to any of our kids, the Avengers will make you regret ever breathing in their presence. We will destroy you and everything you hold dear. Now, get out of my Tower."

"Fine." Fury huffed after a minute. Without another word the director spun on his heel and stromed from the room.

"FRIDAY, be a doll and make sure he leaves." Tony asked as you collapsed back between Wanda and Peter.

"That was amazing, dorogoy." Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We're so proud of you."

"I wish I had that on camera to show everyone how badass you are." Peter grinned, wrapping his arms around you. "I loved every minute of that."

"Thanks." You whispered, smiling at the two. "When he said he would get the two of you to go on that mission, I just got so angry. I love you two, and I don't want to ever see you hurt."

"And we love you." Peter promised, kissing your cheek.

"And nothing's going to happen to any of us. We're stronger together." Wanda agreed, pressing her lips to your temple.

"I wish I had a camera for this." Steve once again ruined the moment.

"Steve!"

"Alright, enough with the emotional stuff. Kids, very cute. Y/N, brilliant take down, now back to bowling."

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toowolfdelusion · 21 days

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Qi Rong, the Ghost King of Mirrors - Pt. 1

Before we begin, I must thank @diedikind who incited me to create this meta! They also write good TGCF metas as well, so if you have the time please check them out! Another thing to note is that I am writing this meta using mostly the unrevised version as my main source material. While I have read the Fangxin arc in the revised version and seen tidbits of the changes done to his character, I may not be aware of them all, so please keep that in mind. Also, don't be afraid to correct me if I accidentally got my facts wrong!

I’ve been thinking a lot about Qi Rong lately. In particular about his prince name, Xiao Jing (小镜). It roughly means “Little Mirror”/“Little King of Mirrors” (as @diedikind pointed out in the notes of this post) and frankly? There’s no better name MXTX could have chosen, because when you really look at him, you know that, both as a narrative device and as a character, “mirror” is very much what he is. He serves as a foil to a good number of characters, but also reflects a lot of traits from his environment and people around him, not to mention his habit of literally copying others. This is all reflected on how much Qi Rong tries to have his own identity, but because he’s stuck in an immature mentality, refusing to grow up, he ends ups stuck in a “child” role, making it impossible to truly have an identity of his own. This is even lampshaded by Hua Cheng in the aftermath of the mecha battle as Qi Rong is “dying”, when he notes that there’s nothing really noteworthy about him, despite Qi Rong always working towards standing out from the others. There’s a lot to unpack about his mirror symbolism, so I cut it in parts. This one is going to focus on how he mirrors Xie Lian and the Kingdom of Xianle itself. This is also quite long, so don’t open “read more” unless you’re ready to read a big Qi Rong meta.

Qi Rong, Xie Lian and the Kingdom of Xianle

“I don’t need your help, not like this. Are you really avenging me? Or are you avenging yourself?” - Xie Lian, Chapter 26

The most obvious foil Qi Rong has is Xie Lian, the protagonist himself. His relationship with Xie Lian is by far the most important alongside Guzi, something that is made obvious with how obsessed Qi Rong is with him, a fixation that also mirrors Hua Cheng's and Jun Wu's (I will touch on this in on another part). The mirror symbolism already starts early on in his life, with him being immediately noted to be similar to Xie Lian when they’re children, and if I remember correctly his prince name was even given to him because of said similarity. Since childhood Qi Rong was already seen as nothing more than a “little mirror” of Xie Lian, and, after the lantern incident, Qi Rong himself (probably subconsciously) started to see himself as such too. From there, Qi Rong starts to project his entire identity and psychological needs onto Xie Lian. He’s never been a very well liked figure since he arrived in the castle, but that doesn’t matter, because Xie Lian is. He’s not a very accomplished person, but that doesn’t matter, because Xie Lian is. He may not be a god, but that doesn’t matter, because Xie Lian is. Unfortunately, this is two-street: he also views Xie Lian as a “big mirror” of himself. Someone insults Xie Lian? That’s seen as a direct insult to him too, so he feels entitled to beat them up, even when that’s not what Xie Lian wants at all. This is likely the main reason on why he hurt Hong-er (alongside of what was probably jealousy too, but that’s for another analysis for another day), lampshaded by Xie Lian himself: he saw Hong-er changing the course the God-Pleasing Ceremony as a sign of bad luck and an insult to Xie Lian, and therefore an insult to himself too, ergo, he’s entitled to hurt him, or, using Xie Lian’s words, “avenge himself”. Aside from himself, he also projects his dire need for a paternal figure onto Xie Lian too (this is better explained in this meta translated by @baiwu-jinji), viewing him as a source of power, safety and affection. In other words, everything Qi Rong wants to have and wants to be, he projects onto Xie Lian. That’s why Qi Rong was among the first to turn against Xie Lian after the walls fell: if Xie Lian fails, he’ll be viewed as a failure. If Xie Lian is a laughing stock, he’ll be viewed as one too. If Xie Lian couldn’t protect the kingdom (and by extension Qi Rong himself) from Yong’an, then that means he failed at the role he subconsciously put Xie Lian in: the role of a father. This is why his obsessive hatred towards Xie Lian is so singular, but, despite all that, Qi Rong deep down still craves his attention and understanding (another Jun Wu parallel - i will also touch on this in another part). He hates his “father”, but he still doesn’t give up that idea towards Xie Lian, even calling himself mockingly his “little brother”. This may be why MXTX made him force Xie Lian to take care of him and Guzi in the revised version instead of Xie Lian being the one forcing him to stay in Puqi shrine: no matter how much Qi Rong despises him, he still sees his cousin as his “caretaker” in a way. And this is just me theorizing now, but part of me thinks his lantern symbolism/aesthetic may be a way of mirroring the lantern incident, the moment that truly made him Xie Lian’s little distorted mirror.

We already went through Qi Rong’s point of view of their relationship, but the mirror symbolism doesn’t stop there. From both a narrative standpoint and Xie Lian’s point of view, Qi Rong serves as a little mirror of the Kingdom of Xianle itself. Being half-xianle and half-yong’an, he went through both worlds, and as much as Qi Rong denies his Yong’an half, he was just as shaped by his experiences there as when he was in the capital of Xianle. He’s been both the poor and abused kid from Yong’an (it was only in his first five years of life, but these years are very important in a person’s life), a scandal and sore thumb in his family tree, and he’s also been a privileged Xianle royal who abused his power to get what he wanted like so many other royals. Hell, Xie Lian himself tells us he probably became worse over the years by mirroring the King and the rowdy crowd he hung out with in his youth. This post made by @essekknits points out the fact that Qi Rong has always been mimicking and mirroring those around him, especially the ones he perceives as having power, without ever understanding the logic behind their actions, and this is something he keeps doing long after the fall of Xianle. Even after death, he continues to haunt Yong’an, being responsible for the Gilded Massacre, an event that contributed to the decline of the kingdom, a literal and metaphorical ghost from a bygone era that nonetheless is still felt. This is why MXTX making the confrontation between Qi Rong, Xie Lian and Lang Qianqiu in the Mausoleum in the revised version, complete with the later two, viewed as “enemies” of Xianle, being severely weakened there while Qi Rong had made the place a lair for himself, is a change I actually like a lot. He’s the personification of Xianle who even after death continues haunting both Xie Lian and Yong’an. This is why Xie Lian’s hatred for Qi Rong is very singular too: Qi Rong is a mirror of everything he hated about Xianle. He represents the cruel nobles who used their power for selfish reasons and the people who adored and revered him but constantly went against his wishes and then went on to betray and humiliate him once he couldn’t keep up with their expectations. Xie Lian was treated like an adult with responsibilities way beyond his age, being forced to grow up early, and Qi Rong putting him in a “fatherly” role encapsulates that. He often had to “parent” Qi Rong (something that ultimately failed) when no one else did despite being a child himself, just like how he became a god too early and had to attend to the needs of multiple people who put all their expectations on him. Even after Qi Rong's death, Xie Lian is still forced to clean up after his messes, from having to protect Lang Qianqiu from him, to having to seal him up after the Guilded Massacre, to ultimately ending up in a coffin for roughly 100 years because of his shenanigans. Even in the events of the current timeline Xie Lian was still forced to “parent” Qi Rong often when he was in Puqi Shrine.

(As a side note, one thing I found curious was Qi Rong begging for Xie Lian to save him as Hua Cheng was beating up in the mausoleum in the revised version, even wondering how Xie Lian could even let him in. It could be chalked up to pure entitlement and a complete lack of self-awareness on Qi Rong’s part (which it is), but I think it also illustrates very well the fact that, despite viewing Xie Lian as a failed parental figure, he still expects him to protect him like a father should. It can also represent the fact that, even after completely rejecting Xie Lian, he’s still somewhat viewed as the protector god of Xianle, despite being branded as a traitor.)

With this all being said, there’s one last thing Qi Rong mirrors with Xie Lian: his character journey. It’s not very noticeable at first, but it’s still there. Like Xie Lian, Qi Rong starts out as a prince who ends up falling from grace after his kingdom collapsed. In the same way Xie Lian is seen as the laughingstock of the heavens, Qi Rong is hated and viewed as a pure nuisance by most of the ghost realm. And while the circumstances are completely different, the thing that helped save Xie Lian in one of his lowest points, which was the genuine kindness of the Bamboo Hat man and his own kindness towards Hong-er/Hua Cheng, is also what made a better side of Qi Rong resurface: the genuine affection Guzi had towards him. Even in his worst moments, Guzi never gave up on Qi Rong, and I think this is what ultimately made him a bit better towards the end. (I will shut myself now about his relationship and mirror symbolism with Guzi because that’s for another part).

As pointed out in this post by @baiwu-jinji, something I think is worth talking about is that his relationship with Xie Lian is probably meant to mirror the obsessions of fans and antis towards celebrities. I may be wrong about this, but considering MXTX’s own experiences with these sorts of people, I have high doubts this wasn’t the intention, and she’s no stranger in writing characters with this sort of commentary (hello, Shen Yuan). This may be why he became more deranged in the revised version too. He’s probably meant to represent the kinds of fans who place all their self-worth and identity onto their favorite celebrities, acting as if they know them personally and attacking other people in their name (often against the celebrity’s wishes), sometimes even viewing them as quasi-parental figures in more extreme cases of parasocial relationships. These kinds of fans usually become enraged when the celebrities they love end up “falling from grace” in their eyes, and they usually go on to become the worst of haters, who keep on obsessing over said celebrity, but this time to bring them down, harass and humiliate them.

(As another side note, while I think Qi Rong is not a character made with love, I don’t think he’s meant to be a pure hate sink either. MXTX still went out of her way to humanize him enough, and she gave him a subtle character arc with Guzi, which I will talk about on another part of this meta. Hell, the mere fact that he has so many facets to talk about is a sign of good character crafting, and he’s not even a main character!)

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🧸Life with Your Destined Person—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

In the beginning, Infinite Intelligence was lonely. Being the omniscient Source Of All That Is, Infinite Intelligence was both singular and unified in itself. Having nothing else to compare Itself to, Infinite Intelligence possessed no real comprehension of what Its own essence is all about. It knows Itself to be Love; but what is Love? And so, what is not Love? What makes Love, Love?

One day, Infinite Intelligence decided to fragmentise Itself. Creating polar opposites of Itself, Infinite Intelligence came up with Yang and Yin—Masculine and Feminine—Hot and Cold—Electric and Magnetic—Structure and Space—Matter and Void. In everything that stands between the polar opposites of Yang and Yin is a comprehension of the full spectrum of Order and Chaos. Thus, began the dance between Yang and Yin, and the subsequent fragments of themselves that came after their Genesis.

In the theatre of the Universe, one cannot be without the other—one relies on the other to maintain its identity, its role. Sometimes, Yang would utilise his electric Chaos to wreck Yin’s magnetic Order. Other times, she would take the role of a chaotic avenger and lay ruins to all the orderly structure Yang had created. The Lovers continued to battle each other, tease each other, and sometimes reconcile and help one another (but never for long) for aeons.

Eventually, Yang and Yin’s story took them to Gaia—a planet of winding helter-skelter. So disorderly was the Human World that Yang and Yin almost broke apart completely. Yang and Yin’s ferocious dance on Gaia gave birth to 10,000 new shades of conflict and sorrow, but also 10,000 new shades of hope and dream.

As the Lovers continued their dance, they gasped and clasped, and pushed and pulled; and for very many times they did so, changing costumes as they go. Yang and Yin had spent so much time bathing in the many colours that helped define what Love is and isn’t. Soon enough, they began to remember, and yearned for the times they had been gently loving each other in the embrace of Eternity.

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Pile 1 – If There Could be Heaven on Earth, It Would be You to Each Other

what unites you – King of Cups Rx

You, the person reading this, whether you are a girl or a boy (or everything else in between), you are represented by the femme in this picture. You are gentle, fragile almost, and there is so much beauty contained within. Your heart is kind, understanding, accommodating, empathetic, helpful, nurturing, and the beauty of your physical avatar truly shines by what’s on the inside.

This world is not a match to you. Your exquisite beauty causes demons to succumb to bad behaviours. You’ve been attacked so much by external forces that continually made you wonder what was inherently wrong with you. Nothing was though—this world is just not good enough for you. Took you a while to figure it out, but once your newfound sense of identity was solidified, your Soul began yearning for (and subsequently attracting) your vibrational match—the one person destined to be your beautiful Lover.

Their purpose for being born? I won’t exaggerate this but, they literally came down here just to love you. They are your mighty protector. Your literal Heaven on Earth. Your dreams come true. Of course they’ve got a big Soul Mission of their own—all Souls do when they come to Earth! But…

how they treasure you – Ace of Cups Rx

Because of the way this world has made you feel, you’ve hidden a lot of your true self. You’ve reduced a lot of your brightness and suppressed a lot of your affection for others. Like, you just want to disappear or be invisible or just drift off to Neptune and never return to Earth. Honestly, sometimes you’re just confused, afraid, and you just need someone to reassure you that you’re not losing your shit—that everything is gonna always turn out okay in the end.

Well, life with your Destined Person is an ointment for all of these wounds—emotional, psychological, spiritual, whateverical. Here’s a person who holds your hand affectionately, gives you warm teddy bear hugs, shows you off to the world for the exquisite beauty of your Soul (rather than just physical), guards you like this expensive gentleman in the picture does, glares at anybody who is stupid enough to threaten your wellbeing or dignity. And…

Yeah, they could be a little possessive but you like that anyway, so what’s the problem? LMAO Alongside the heteros, I see quite a significant number of LGBTQ+ peeps also attracted to this pile. I think, this is partly resonant with the hardships you’ve had to endure and why your Destined Person is fiercely protective of you⚔️Non-heteros usually have to fight really hard just to keep their relationships (and sanity for that matter).

how you cherish them – Knight of Pentacles Rx

You may not be the most practical or grounded person on the planet, but even that is wonderful to your Destined Person because you are balancing their earthiness. With you, they come to believe in magick and miracles. They come to understand the fluidity of reality and how we ourselves manifest three-dimensionality.

In a manner of speaking, your Destined Person could’ve been bored to death by the drabness of this world. Why is everybody so ordinary? And then, le wild you appeared and KABOOM the sky fell down. And your Destined Person rushed to rescue you from the rubble of the sky and they fell fucking in Love for the very fucking first time, at that very fucking moment.

You, my dear, literally doesn’t need to do anything else. By just breathing, by just being there, by just being your kind and caring self, you’ve literally breathed Life itself into the very being of your significant other. That’s just how magickal you are.

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Pile 2 – All That’s Sweet and Lovely in the World

what unites you – King of Pentacles

Really, you must’ve performed marvellous miracles elsewhere in the Galaxy, or hey, maybe even on Earth, in some other incarnations. You and your Destined Person have been a team for a very long time. Your Souls are no strangers to each other. I think you probably even promised to meet again in this incarnation for this specific purpose: sweet indulgence🍮Allow me to elaborate.

Planet Earth is hell, yeah? It’s simmering with suffering and you’re meant to whip your magic and turn it into shimmering cotton clouds. You both have this magnificent power within you because you’ve done this for other civilisations in the history of mankind; even those beyond Earth.

Of course, you may have had the roughest Life (or not, but that isn’t part of this PAC), but the most important thing is that your Life together with your Destined Person is light, abundant, prosperous, happy, merry, and all that’s sweet and lovely. -More on this in the Soul Story of Your Dharma section.-

how they treasure you – 10 of Wands

There’s an uncanny balance in the dynamic of your relationship. Because your Souls have traversed the Universe together so often, you resemble each other so much, like twins, almost. You are both a remedy to each other’s weariness of the world. Yeah, even happy, positive people get tired of the world sometimes. Earth is just too much, innit?

To your Destined Person, you’re so precious and they think you deserve all that’s wonderful in the world. They can be a little self-sacrificing in this regard though. They’re willing to put up with a lot of hardships just to make you happy and contribute to the relationship. They’re happy to do that, because you’re worth it. This energy is best described by Bruno Mars’s That’s What I Like! They’re just like that! And I leave it at that🌞Go listen to Bruno🍾

how you cherish them – 10 of Cups

The reading ends here. Need I say more?🤭You’re such a maternal character—gender doesn’t matter. You give all of your heart. You create a beautiful, harmonious, happy family with your Destined Person. As much as they strive to provide materially for you, and make you happy with the champagne and expensive rides and everything else, as much you bring to the table the intangible qualities that make Life on Earth a fulfilling emotional paradise.

-Hope that makes sense, but I see this group as dreamy peeps, so I think that description is alright🤡-

Honestly, even if today you’re struggling and sad, please put your faith in this energy. You’ve manifested this reading, right? I see nothing else but beautiful balance and abundance in your Life. You’re blessed with a beautiful future and that only completes your story for you to become a source of inspiration, a glimmer of hope, for others🌸

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Pile 3 - Intense Dramatic Relationship

what unites you – Page of Wands

To begin with, even on a Soul level, this connection is dramatic, intense, complex in a wholesome way, and if you one day looked into your synastry chart, there just might be a significant number of sextile aspects there. Your Soul and their Soul are no strangers; in fact, you may have shared some kind of rivalry in a different incarnation.

Actually, as typical of my pile 3s… This may be the group of peeps who resonate with having come from advanced (or ancient) civilisations off-planet. I’m seeing you’ve played rivalry roles in different lifeforms; you’ve challenged, hated, and even brought demise to each other. Of course, from our Souls’ perspective, this was all fun and game. At any rate, you’ve come across each other multiple times and now… something is changing.

Meeting on this Planet… You faintly remember knowing this other Soul from somewhere else, but can’t quite put a finger on it. This other person intimidates you, but you feel dearly drawn to them. It’s all thrilling and curiosity-inducing. You're learning to love an enemy. For some of you who are really, really advanced... there’s an aspect here that talks about your learning to rectify your bad karma (negatively polarised Soul bond) from those previous incarnations~

how they treasure you – 7 of Cups Rx

To them, there’s something inexplicably dreamy about you. Maybe because of your Soul’s origins being extra-terrestrial. -Obvi, you feel this way about them, too.- They’re attracted to you because you’re different from most other Humans, and that, validates them. They see a friend in you—like, whoa, there’s someone else just as strange as me! That’s the one!

To them, you’re a precious gem that must be treated with care. Obviously, it’s because the divinity within them recognises the divinity within you. The way you’re bonded on Earth is mega soul-based and it is wise and beyond the comprehension of most Humans. From within their subconscious, they madly respect you. But also, quite inexplicably, they feel a sense of competition with you…

Like mentioned in the beginning, you two might have many sextiles in your synastry chart (or composite for that matter), and this typically means your Souls are meant to excite, inspire, and motivate each other. Of course, sextiles are not without their challenges, but this also indicates a dynamic relationship blessed with little to no boringness.

And this is precisely why they respect and treasure you immensely: no one else moves them the way you do. Move as in, really, you move them towards achieving great things, honey.

how you cherish them – King of Wands Rx

First of all, you see the King—the mega successful person—they’re meant to be in this lifetime. You see all of that potential and you’re drawn to that energy, charisma, as well as enigma—because they’re like a King of the shadows. Man or woman, this is an off-beat individual that challenges conventions. Heck, your Destined Person may dwell in the darker aspects of society, ngl lol

Be that as it may, you see the good in them. Even if what they do professionally may be rather odd… even bad in the eye of society (or in the eye of you), there’s a divinity within that you recognise. You value that because that’s associated with bravery. They’re not a bad person, but they’re not afraid to do what needs to be done to stand their ground.

This, eventually enough, inspires yourself to achieve that plateau of greatness. You see their King energy because this is also YOU. Their sheer existence moves you toward your self-actualisation, too. I’m also seeing many of you feel threatened by the darkness and badness of this world, and this is a person who’s comfortable in the dark, knows how to navigate the dark, and they… make you feel SAFE. That’s so HOT!

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In The After

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: angst, being fearful of hydra, fluff at the end

Request by anon: Endgame in finding the stones while steve is in the 1970s snuck into sheild he did find a past y/n who works for peggy as her first escape from hydra he wanted to interact but he knew she dosent know him yet there . After bruce snapped including the last fight as the portal emerge with the wakanda king t'challa his sister shuri and more y/n came out of the portal and joined him in battle. Post battle sadly tony sacrificed himself and a quiet funeral post endgame both settle down as steve returned the stones . Its all peaceful ....till they got news zemo escaped and bucky had to get him for help

Summary: Steve is heartbroken after the big prize fight with Thanos on Wakanda. He didn't think he could ever get as low as he did when he lost Bucky the first time. Now he's lost his best friend and his girlfriend. Until Scott Lang comes up with a solution that might fix everything.

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Steve’s not sure when the last time he smiled was. Almost everyone he loves is either dead or gone. Tony is missing. You and Bucky are dusted. Sam is missing. T’Challa and Wanda are dusted. Vision was murdered. Clint is missing. Scott is missing. The only people still left are Natasha, Bruce, and Thor.

Nat sees the heartbreak in his eyes whenever he thinks about you and the life you two could have had. Things were just starting to get good with you and Thanos came and ruined it all. Someone who thought he was above everyone else and thought he could wield so much power took what he wanted and left. He doesn’t know where the hell he is but they have scanners looking for him--deep space scanners.

Steve had his life practically laid out for him. He knew where he was going and where he wanted to go. He had you by his side but now you’re gone. His best friend. The love of his life. Vixen. His partner in this Cat and Mouse game you two love playing. There is a support group for people who lost their loved ones in the Snap, and he goes to it regularly thinking it will help him get over you.

It doesn’t.

If it does anything, it reminds him that you’re not by his side. He wouldn’t be here if Thanos didn’t dust you. Maybe he had control over who got dusted and who didn’t or maybe he didn’t have control but all he knows is that three of his best friends are gone and he doesn't know if they are coming back. Five years of wishing they were by his side, to wake up and see your face. Five years of pain and agony of losing hope every time he tried to gain it back.

That is until Scott Lang came back from wherever he was and provided Steve with a plan—a plan to bring everyone back. Steve thought Scott was dusted. Turns out, he was stuck in the Quantum Realm after trying to get particles for Hope’s mother. Five years is a long time to be stuck somewhere but for Scott, it was five hours.

Time works differently in the Quantum Realm, the kind of time that is gonna bring everyone back.

Tony was convinced to help once he was promised that he was going to keep what he gained in the last five years. He married Pepper and had a beautiful daughter. If bringing people back means losing what he has now, he isn’t going to help. However, he thinks he can do it while still keeping his family. Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bruce, Rocket, and Scott were all for the plan. All Steve thought about was you and the thought of bringing you back.

Thor took some convincing because he fell into a deep depression. Thanos took everything from him and caused him so much pain. He stopped taking care of himself and really embraced the darkness. Still, the thought of seeing his family again is what made him want to do this.

What’s left of the Avengers stand on the new platform that will allow them to travel back in time. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Scott go back to the attack on New York to grab three stones, Nat and Clint go to Vormir for the soul stone, Nebula and Rhodey go to Morag to get the power stone, and Thor and Rocket go to Asgard to get the reality stone.

Steve did his part and managed to grab the mind stone after fighting his 2012!self. Bruce had to convince the Ancient One to give up the time stone, but he got it in the end. Tony and Scott had the space stone in their hands only to lose it by 2012!Hulk smashing the place up. 2012!Loki escaped but that seems like someone else’s problem.

With no space stone in hand, Steve and Tony were at a loss for words. It’s either getting the stone or going home. They can’t do both. Scott panics for the fate of his friends until Tony realizes there is another year that has the space stone and more particles to get home. Scott exercised caution but Steve and Tony travelled back to the 1970s not knowing if they were going to make it back home.

Steve is in charge of getting more particles while Tony is on Tesseract duty. The only place that would have both at the same time is the camp where Steve trained in the 40s. Steve and Tony took the elevator down to the lower levels with Steve going to one end and Tony to the other. Steve has to lure Hank Pym away from his office to steal four more particles, and he gets the hell out of there as soon as he’s done.

Down the hall are some officers who are talking to a woman Steve and Tony saw on the elevator, and Steve dips into the closest office he can find to prevent his cover from being blown. He won’t dare leave Tony behind even though it’d be very easy. Plus, he needs to give Tony some more particles so he can come home, too.

Steve waits for the officers to pass by before leaving, but he stops short when he sees a picture of him on the desk. Not just any picture, a picture of him when he was in training… before the serum. The only person who would have this is Peggy, and he spots her in the next room over talking to someone. Man, she looks different. She looks the same but the years haven’t been kind to her. He sees a ring on her finger and is content that she found someone to spend her life with.

He’s moved on from her and is about to leave when the person she’s talking to comes into view. Tears brim the surface of his eyes at the sight of you. It’s been so long since he’s seen your face. Damn, you look so much younger… more vulnerable… broken. How the hell are you here? By 1970, you were still under Hydra’s control. He thought their base of operations was in Europe. Why are you here in the States?

Peggy turns to you and says something to which you nod apprehensively. Whereas before you were confident and strong, you are timid and angry now. You’re unsure of yourself or the decisions you’re making. You look at the desk which is overflowing with papers when you become rigid. You lift your head but your eyes don’t quite make it to the window. It’s like you can sense someone is watching you.

Steve should get the hell out of here.

Peggy hands you some files off the desk and asks you to file them away. You take them with a sigh and leave the room. Okay, now Steve should get the hell out of there before he runs into you. He’s about to when he hears the door creak open.

“Who the hell are you?” Steve whips around to face you. He expected you to be pissed but you’re terrified. You’re in fear. Why? “I asked you a question.”

“Y/N…”

“How do you know who I am?”

“This is kind of hard to explain,” he chuckles nervously. “I’m not from around here.” Something snaps inside of you that causes you to lash out. You charge at Steve and send a deadly blow to his face. He falls to the ground, not expecting this punch. “Wait! Y/N!”

You take out your knife from your thigh holster and swipe at Steve. He slams onto Peggy’s desk, knocking the picture of him to the ground. He doesn’t have anything to shield himself with, and if he lands wrong, the Pym particles in his pocket will get crushed. Whenever you swipe at him, he slaps your hand away, and he kicks at your knees which causes you to crumble to the ground. Your knife goes flying out of your hands and across the room. You’re a much better fighter than this; well, the version he knows is.

“Stay the hell away from me!” you gasp. “I am not going back to them!”

“I’m not with Hydra--”

“I don’t care! I am not going back to them.”

You get up and leave the room. Steve should leave and get back to Tony but he has to make this right with you. He makes sure the Pym particles are good before chasing after you.

“Y/N!” You don’t stop trying to get away from him. “Vixen!”

That causes you to halt in your steps. A panic attack starts creeping up your throat as you turn to face him with fearful eyes.

“Where did you hear that name if you’re not from Hydra?” Steve opens his mouth but nothing comes out. “Did Bucky send you?”

“No, I’m not with Hydra.” Steve cuts himself off because he can see the damage he’s doing to you. You escaped Hydra to be free and he’s only pushing your mind back further into yourself. “I’m sorry.”

He turns and leaves you alone in the hallway. You look around to make sure no one else is coming before scurrying off. Steve meets Tony on ground level, and the two of them head back to their own time with everyone else… except Natasha. She never made it back. She gave her life for the soul stone, a much-needed sacrifice in order to obtain it.

With all the stones back in one room, Bruce took it upon himself to snap since he was the one who had the most exposure to gamma radiation. It almost took his arm off, but it seemed to work. However, that moment wasn’t meant to last forever because the unthinkable happened. Thor killed Thanos from their world, but they didn't expect Thanos from the past to make an appearance.

One of the biggest battles of their lifetime started and ended with Thanos. It was even bigger than the one in Wakanda. Thanos vs. the Avengers: Part II. Just when it was looking like the Avengers were going to lose again, Dr. Strange and every sorcerer used their magic and brought everyone back together. Sam, Peter, the Guardians, T’Challa, Wanda, Hope, every fallen soldier who lost their lives, and two of the most important people to Steve: you and Bucky.

The growing number of Avengers vs the growing number of Thanos’ army was unmatched but you gave it your all. You tapped into Vixen one last time to help aid in the fight as much as Bucky used his skills as the Winter Soldier. A battle isn’t a battle without some casualties, and this one took the biggest of all.

Natasha didn’t make it back from the first part of the mission, and Tony didn’t survive the last part.

His death brought down Thanos’ army within seconds, causing them to dust away into the sky. His death took a toll on everyone who fought alongside him, especially Pepper and Morgan. Once the dust has settled and you’re given time to fucking breathe, the first person you go running to is Steve. He catches you in his arms as you kiss him like you haven’t in a decade.

“I fucking missed you,” you whisper against his lips.

“You have no idea,” Steve smiles.

Tony was given a proper funeral a couple of weeks after the big battle once the area was cleaned. The Avengers compound might very well be destroyed without hope of rebuilding, but it doesn’t matter where you live. You’re all Avengers and will come together if and when the time is needed.

“It’s been a long five years without you,” Steve confesses.

You two are on the pier across the lake just to have a moment alone. Pepper encouraged everyone to stay and mingle but she and Morgan took time to themselves in the house where no one else was allowed.

“I wish it didn’t have to happen at all. For me, I was there one second and gone the next. When I came back, I was shocked to learn five years had passed. You must have been so lonely.”

“It was hard. I went low.”

“How did you guys manage to get us back?”

“We tracked down Thanos after it happened but he had already used the stones again to destroy them. He claims he broke them down to their atoms so that no one could ever use them again. Thor killed him which put us at a loss. We were lost for five years until Scott came back and gave us the idea to time travel.

“To put a long story short, I ended up in 1970 with Tony to grab the Tesseract. I saw you there. I swear I was going to leave but you confronted me about being with Hydra and attacked me. You were so lost, so broken. I knew by talking to you I was damaging you, so I left.”

“Yeah, that was the first time I ever escaped Hydra. I ended up in the UK where I met Peggy. She took pity on me and flew me to the States to work with her and SHIELD. It was all for nothing since Hydra found me a few months later. I was scared and confused, and I didn’t know who I was then. It makes sense I’d lash out at you. I didn’t want to go back.”

Steve reaches over and grabs your hand.

“Living those five years without you was hell, and I can’t do that again. I missed you too goddamn much.”

“I’m here now,” you smile and move closer to him. “I don’t ever plan on leaving again.”

“You know, in those five years, all I could think about was the things I never got to say to you. The things I never got to prove to you. I promised myself that if I ever got the chance, I’d ask you one important question.” Steve takes out a small box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a beautiful golden band with a diamond in the middle of it. On either side of the diamond are three smaller diamonds that make it look elegant and vintage. It reminds you of the ring your mother had. “You’re the love of my life. I don’t know where I’d be without you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you giggle without hesitation.

Steve takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your left ring finger. It’s simple, beautiful, and has everything you need. Steve is your home away from home, and you can’t wait to finally start living your life the way you want it.

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The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 5

Summary: When you hit your head and lose your memory, you fall into Loki's clutches.

Pairing: Villain Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Memory loss. Villain Loki.

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You sat on Loki’s bed, waiting for him to return. He brought you to his room after the fight. You were confused. Some of your memories came back since you hit your head. You remember fighting with the Avengers, not against them. You and Natasha were friends. You and Steve did crossword puzzles together. You and Thor went to the all you can eat buffet every Wednesday.

You still don’t understand what part Loki played in all of this. If you were an Avenger, why was he keeping you around? He was the bad guy, trying to take over New York first, then the Earth. You couldn’t really remember him though. Not from before this.

Now your memories of him were filled with him being kind to you and the sexual tension that filled the room every time you were together. You weren’t sure if you should say anything about remembering. He walks in, carrying a tray of first aid items. He sits beside you, dabbing the cloth with something to clean your cut.

“Are you alright? You scared me out there. I must apologize for my brother. I promise, no more harm shall come to you.” He dabs at your wound while you squirm. It stings a little, and you’re unsure what to say. You tell Loki it’s okay, it’s no big deal.

He cleans you up until he’s satisfied you are fine. He is still wearing his battle gear, a look that you must admit makes your heart skip a beat. He’s unbearably handsome. He catches you staring at him, a small smile forming as he asks you what’s the matter.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest as you lean forward placing a small kiss on his lips. It should feel wrong knowing what happened, who he is, but it doesn’t. Nothing has felt more right. His blue eyes light up in surprise. “Thank you for everything.” You whisper, pushing his messy hair behind his ear.

All the air feels like it’s been sucked out of the room. His nose brushes yours as he leans in hesitantly. As soon as his lips are on yours, he doesn’t hold back. He kisses you like you are the air he needs to breathe. His large hands cup your face, pulling you closer. He can’t get enough of you.

You’re pretty sure you heard a small knock on Loki’s open bedroom door. But you ignore it, you’re too caught up in Loki. Someone clears their throat and Loki reluctantly breaks the kiss, softly caressing your cheek before shooting a death glare at Clint fidgeting in the doorway.

“Sorry to interrupt sir, I brought the medicine you asked me to get for her head.” He tosses them to Loki then quickly leaves. You decide you are going to stick around and see what Loki’s plans for you are. It wont be hard to pretend you don’t remember anything.

“Barton told me he walked in on you kissing the girl.” Thanos’s voice booms at Loki. “You don’t want to kill her because you’re fucking her? I thought you were stronger than that, Asgardian. A piece of pussy shows up and you forget what you owe me? Do not forget that I will find you in every realm, every cosmos if you break my trust. Kill her by the end of the week or it will be your head.”

Loki sneaks in your room, standing above you while you sleep peacefully. He lifts his dagger above your still body, hands shaking as he brings it down. “Loki? What are you doing?” You sit up, wiping the sleep from your eyes as green smoke wafts through your room. “I couldn’t sleep.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck. You scoot over, lifting the blankets back. “You can sleep in here if you want.” Loki gets in beside you, his mind swirling. How could he go through with it?