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slipping and gliding pt. 1

pairing: natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! semi-public sex, fingering, shower sex, inexperienced reader, shy reader, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)

wordcount: 2053 words

a/n: Yess, finally I’m writing something that’s wlw! I’ve wanted to do this for quite some time, and this is the perfect scenario. Enjoy <3

After a few incredibly stressful weeks, filled with mission after mission, Tony Stark decided that the Avengers needed a little break. So, he did what was every teenagers wet dream. (pun intended)

He rented out a whole water park.

Jup. The whole thing, just for the lot of you.

But you didn’t mind it. You could lounge around, eat for free at the buffet, and when laying in the sun got too hot you could go for a swim or try out the huge slide, which was the highlight of the park.

You, the other girls of the team, and also a few of the other SHIELD agents, like Maria Hill were lounging around, when you suddenly had the urge to go down that huge slide. It just looked like so much fun and you definitely needed an adrenaline rush that was not induced by the possibility of getting killed.

You got up, announced to the group that you would check out the slide and off you were. After a few meters you noticed someone joining you.

When you looked to the side you saw your colleague and good friend Natasha Romanoff falling into step with you.

“You can only use the slide with someone else. There are only swimming rings for two. But I’ll gladly go with you.”, after that the redhead sent you a wink and a smile. Only a small whispered ‘thank you’ left your lips before you looked ahead of you again and got lost in your thoughts.

Did she always look this good? This was the first time you noticed how smooth her hair falls over her shoulder or how beautiful the head looks that sits on that pretty neck. Her skin was flawless, and she looked like she just stepped out of a magazine. You could see why she was called the most beautiful Avenger.

Did you feel attracted to Natasha? No, that’s impossible. You’ve never felt something for another woman, nor had something with one and you and Nat were only friends! Why did she suddenly make you feel this way?

It seemed like it was only getting warmer and warmer and you were glad that you were about to go on that slide and get into the icy water.

The two of you were silent on the way up, the stairs seeming to stretch into eternity. But before you could overthink your feelings even more, the two of you arrived at the top and the instructor showed you how to sit down on the swimming ring.

Nat sat down into the first opening, and you sat down in front of her. You both laid down flat and you laid onto her, your head between her boobs and your lower back touched her most intimate parts.

Being this close to her made you feel some kind of way. You didn’t have too much time to think about it though, because in the next moment you were sliding down, and all other thoughts were gone.

You and Nat enjoyed the short but exciting ride, screaming in excitement . You hit the water and felt Natashas body covering yours before she smoothly slid up from you and dived to the surface. You followed after her and when you both resurfaced and made eye contact, you broke out into laughter.

It seemed like everything went back to normal, though you still couldn't get her out of you head and stop your racing mind.

You returned the ring and made you way back to the towels and lounge chairs. Once there you grabbed a towel and a fresh bathing suit.

“I’m going to head to the lockers, I need to put on a dry bathing suit.”, you told Nat before heading to the building where the lockers were. There were also showers and changing rooms inside of it, so all of it was easily accessible.

You entered the building and went to the showers. Putting down your towel and dry change, you were about to take off your bikini when you felt two hands grabbing your waist and turning you around.

You could just make out Nat’s face before she pressed you against the wall and pressed her lips to yours. You let out a surprised gasp before you got lost in her taste, her scent seeming to overwhelm you. She grabbed your waist again and pulled your wet bodies against each other before she grabbed your ass with her free hand. The sudden action made you gasp, and Nat didn’t waste this opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Her hands start to roam your body and you were getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

When you both pulled away, Nat whispered against your lips. “I know you want this too, sweetheart.”

You just nodded, not listening to what she was actually saying. You just wanted, no needed, to feel her lips against yours again. You put one of your hands on the back of her neck and the other one went to her waist.

You pulled her in and connected your lips again. Both your and Nat’s hands were now freely roaming and groping each other. You were sure that the wetness you were feeling did not just come from the pool.

You were kissing a little more before you felt Nat’s thigh between your legs, pressing up against you, stimulating your clit and making you moan into her mouth. She kept on moving her thigh and squeezing your hips, holding you in place. It didn’t take long before you felt Nat’s hand roaming again and wandering towards your middle.

You were quick to catch her wrist, stopping her from going any further. She pulled away and looked at you, puzzled, because she thoughts that’s what you wanted.

“I’m sorry Nat. I haven’t done any of this before.”, you told her while looking at the floor, not daring to look into her eyes that you were sure were filled with anger towards you.

But Nat was having none of it and put a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet her understanding and soft gaze.

“You’ve never had sex before? Sweetheart are you a virgin?”, she asked you without a hint of deception in her voice.

“Well, I had sex before, just never with a woman. I guess in that aspect; yea, I’m still a virgin.”, you answered with a sheepish smile and a blush on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good. Trust me.”, she whispered against your lips before she kissed you again and you believed her every word.

She kept pressing her thigh against you and you slowly started to meet her thrusts and grind down on her, slowly gaining more confidence.

Her hands started roaming your body again, while you were still holding onto her neck and waist. Her hand was slowly wandering towards your core again, but before she touched you, she pulled away.

“Is it okay when I touch you here, sweetheart?”, she asked you.

You just nodded before pressing your lips against hers again.

Her hands travelled towards your wet pussy, going under your bikini bottom. You let out a soft gasp when you felt her hand moving between your folds. She tested out the waters by spreading your wetness around, caressing your folds before making contact with your swollen clit.

Feeling her at your sensitive clit made you moan into her mouth. The kiss wasn’t as heated anymore but slowed down felt more intimate. Her thigh stopped pressing against you now that her hand took over.

She removed her hand and pulled away, making you whine and chase her lips.

“Patience, sweetheart.”, were the only words that left her mouth before she opened the strings on your bikini top.

Her thigh went back to your cunt, stimulating you while she started caress your boobs. She slowly traced them with featherlight touches before she went over to straight up groping you. You let out moans and whimpers at the stimulation you were getting both from her thigh and her hands.

Her hands on you felt incredible and you wished you could feel her on you forever. She leaned forwards and started to trail kissed over your boobs and over your sternum. Your hand moved from her neck into her hair when you felt her lips on one of your perked nipples.

She slightly sucked on it and circled her lips around it, just how you imagined she would do it with your clit. The thought of her mouth on your cunt made a new flood of wetness rush to your core.

She repeated the same treatment on your other breast before she completely pulled away.

“How about we take this to the shower?”, she asked you with a smile on her face.

“That sounds good.”, you answered her, but you were quickly left speechless when you saw Nat taking off her black bathing suit.

She was breathtaking. She was always beautiful but seeing her completely bare was something else. The soft curve of her breasts and hips, her toned stomach and legs that seem to go on forever.

She took your hand in hers to lead you to one of the showers and once she turned around you could see a small tattoo adorning her lower back. That simple fact made her seem even more human and vulnerable, the fact that under that beautiful façade was a human being that had gone through so much.

But once she put on the shower and you felt the droplets of water gliding down your bodies all other thoughts were erased from your mind. All that was left was the sight of Natasha under the stream of water, momentarily closing her eyes to feel the warm water.

You joined her under the spray, pressing your lips against hers. She was quick to press you against the wall again, immediately taking over.

The kiss got more intense, and her hand went to your pussy again. She started to slide between your folds and circled your clit, finding a steady rhythm.

Once you’ve gotten used to the feeling of her hand against you, Nat took it a step further. With her middle finger she entered your tight pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. She slowly started to pump her finger in and out of you, slowly adding a second finger while her thumb was stroking your clit, and her other hand was groping your ass. Your hips were moving against her hand and your wet bodies were pressed together, gliding over each other, the steady stream of the water only made it more sensual.

When she added a third finger you could feel the coil in your stomach starting to tighten. Nat could feel you clench around her fingers and started pumping them faster, also adding to the pressure on your clit.

You came with shout that was muffled by Nat’s mouth, while she was gradually becoming slower, helping you through your orgasm.

Once you calmed down, she pulled her fingers out of you and gently cupped your face. She pecked your lips before pulling you completely under the stream of the shower with her. She left for a moment, getting some shower gel that was provided and started washing you, her hands gliding over your body making you all worked up again. She lathered shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp and making you melt into her hands.

Once she was done, you felt the urge to feel her body again, so you gave her the same treatment; gently washing her body and her hair.

Nat pecked your lips once again, before turning off the shower and getting a towel, drying your body and hair before doing the same with herself. Both of you got dressed in some dry clothing.

But before the two of you left the locker area, Nat turned to you.

“How about we cut this little trip short and continue with what we started, sweetheart?”, she asked you, a breathtaking smile on her lips and no shame about her suggestion.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”, you truthfully answered before taking her hand in yours, excited about what she has in store for you, once you were back at the tower.

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part 2

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Omg Tony would totally go to lengths to show off his marriage! In conversations with other, he'd say "my wife/spouse" or "my marriage" "my wedding" SO SO MANG TIMES. At a certain point, Rhodes would start COUTING "your score today was 17. You said "my wife" 17 times today, man... I'm texting Y/N your score"

Married

Pairing: Tony Stark x Wife! Reader

Warning: 18+ smut mentions, fluff!

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The glittery rock that sat on your finger shone bright and proud under the morning sun as your turned in your sleep, your left hand resting pretty against the recently vacated spot on your shared bed.

While your chest gentle rose up and down as you slept, the shower turned off and out walked your new husband dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. A soft sigh left your lips as you stirred a little, almost as if you were aware of his presence.

Tony Stark’s heart warmed at the sight of you. A part of him was still in disbelief that he had actually married you and now you officially were his wife. He chuckled at the word as his mind played scenes from the weekend that was by far the best couple of days of his life.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may finally kiss your bride.”

As Rhodey finished, Tony had wasted no time in pulling you in his arms and sealing your marriage in a kiss that you wouldn’t forget in a million years. You had married the love of your life and everybody close to you and Tony were witness to this joyous day.

Half of your reception went in stopping Tony from exaggerating how incredible you were, and giggling every time he introduced you to everyone as his wife, it would take some time getting used to however, you couldn’t be happier being Mrs. Stark.

As Tony admired your beauty, a few stray drops of water fell on your bare back from his hair; he watched the droplets make their way down the dip of your spine, tickling your skin as you stirred some more but refused to wake up.

He traced the marks he’d left last night over your body, claiming you as his, his cock twitching at the memory of your sinful moans.

He bent down to press a soft kiss between your shoulder blades, trailing his lips upwards to your neck and ear where he gently sucked on your earlobe to rouse you from your slumber.

“Good morning wifey.”

Tony had no problem admitting he was obsessed with calling you his wife or Mrs. Stark at any given chance, it was as if his heart pumped an extra amount of love every time he called you that.

He watched your eyelids flutter before opening slightly, smiling when you felt his lips caress your face and saw his fingers play with your own, toying with the wedding bands that you had exchanged less than forty eight hours ago.

“Morning husband. I thought you weren’t going to wake me up…” you murmured with a smile, voice still ladden with sleep.

“I wasn’t, but you looked so stunning, I couldn’t help myself. Plus it is what married people do.” Tony stated matter-of-factly, coaxing you to turn around and face him.

“Is that right?”

“Mmhmm.” He murmured, continuing to kiss the side of your neck, abandoning the towel and sliding inside the sheets with you, in turn waking you up fully now that his colder, wet body made contact with your warmer one.

“Then I guess you will have to sleep on the couch tonight, husband mine.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he resurfaced to look at you, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face with a love-sick expression on his handsome face.

“Why?”

“Well to begin with, you promised me breakfast in bed last night which I don’t see, and you’ve ruined these sheets too.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I’m sorry but it is what married people do.” You smirked before shimmying away from Tony’s arms, giggling as he chased after you.

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winter warmers collection: all wrapped up

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Summary: After getting in hot water with Fury about his shenanigans that revolve around candy cane, you give Loki some advice on how to seduce someone if he really wants to go down the red and white striped road. Even if it hurt you to do so.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+ | unrequited love-themed angst; smut (minors and pearl clutchers i better not see you here if you know what's good for you); p in v; oral (f receiving)

Things to be aware of: besties to lovers; some fluff peppered in there to keep it interesting

"A Team, I swear on God, Allah, and whoever else is up there in that great big blue sky that if I catch wind of one more infraction from Laufeyson, I will forbid him from exiting this floor without at least one member of the team chaperoning him to make sure that this shit will not happen again. Do I make myself clear?"

You all looked up at Fury, who was standing at the top of the stairs whereas the rest of you parked yourselves into the seats strewn about in the common room. He exuded irritation and authority in his all black getup topped with a leather trench coat, looking down at each member of the team as if you were rambunctious toddlers who had a food fight in the dining room around the fine china rather than fully grown adults rightfully confused why once again he was giving a lecture on how to handle Loki.

"Director Fury, with all due respect, what exactly did Loki do this time?" you queried, not daring to look a the raven haired god by the island currently engaged in a hushed conversation with his brother Thor. You suspected it had something to do with his notorious flirting ways with the employees of SHIELD anyways.

"Let's start with the most frequent complaints I've been hearing," the director began while descending the stairs. "He's been dressing up in a red and white striped skin-tight neoprene jumpsuit and asking employees if they wanna--Hold on, you two!" He pointed at Parker and Bishop who were sitting closer to the door, Kate carrying Stark's little girl in her lap. "Out of the room. You're too young to hear this. Take Morgan with you."

"Well shit," the little Stark uttered, making everyone turn their heads toward Tony as the three children made their way out of the common room.

"What can I say she takes after her father," Stark proudly said with an exaggerated shrug. "Continue, matey."

"I resent that," Fury shot back. "As I was saying, neoprene red and white suit, approaching employees and asking if they would like to lick his candy cane." As soon as the words flew out of Fury's mouth, Sam and Bucky broke out into fits of laughter, asking Loki if he could lend them some of his shamelessness.

You did your best to ignore the irrational white hot needles of jealously spearing through your heart at the unsurprising knowledge that yes, this meeting was about the god once again sexually propositioning anything and anyone with two legs. Of course he would constantly try with every single person he could come across. Of course he was never satisfied with whoever he brought to bed that weekend; hell, with the mental tally you kept, you found that a woman was lucky if she was even brought back for a second time.

It wasn't even like this behavior took you by surprise. Thor had once regaled you with stories of how virile his brother had been in the parties they had back in Asgard. How many princes, princesses, debutantes, and dignitaries he had corrupted in his chambers.

The blond Asgardian meant well, of course, only trying to get you all to see his brother as something more than the possessed version of himself that the initial 6 members fought back in 2012. His ridiculous stories even paved the way for you to be able to strike a conversation with the god of mischief when he did arrive on Earth, eventually giving you both the opportunity to be quite good friends.

And yet it still stung whenever you had to reconcile with the reality that that was your ceiling; that was all you'd ever be. The friend he could conspire with to play pranks on the rest of the team, the one he could drag along to try out restaurants that you just knew he was going to bring a date to as soon as you gave your thumbs up. The cuddle buddy at movie nights with the team where he'd get so bored he ended up asleep with his head resting on your shoulder.

You had all those parts of him that he never shared with any of those other people. That should be enough. That was enough.

Except for the days when you'd get constantly reminded that it meant you didn't have all of him. You simply got the rest of him when those people who shared his bed had concluded with getting the best of him. And today, with Fury holding over the threat of undergoing a two-day seminar on sexual harassment over the heads of every member of the team? Today was definitely one of those days.

"Director Fury, let me be the one to sincerely apologize for my brother's infractions. I assure you that we will not allow for this to happen again," Thor announced, walking over to Fury and clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm holding you to this," he addressed the god, before turning his gaze to roam over everyone in the room. "All of you." And then he walked out of the room, shaking his head as his leather trench coat trailed behind him almost like a cape.

"Mischief, you idiot," you grumbled, storming up and out of your seat and marching toward the stairs. "Why did you have to do that in public?" You ignored the amused smirk on his face at how you chose to cap off your question. "I mean if you really wanted to seduce someone the red and white neoprene was not the way to go. You wanna seduce a chick? Show up in her bed with nothing but red ribbon wrapped around you like you're the goddamn present, and if you really insist on the candy cane thing then spiral the ribbon along the length of your--Wait hold the fuck up why am I enabling this??"

"Doll face, please keep enabling this," Bucky joked from his seat, earning glares from everyone in the room. "What? I mean I figured if I wanna up my game with beautiful women I should consult the most beautiful woman I know," he explained, motioning toward you. The honesty in his words brought a smile to your face without much effort. Why couldn't you just get over your stupid infatuation with your friend and go for someone who was actually outspoken in wanting to be with you?

"Alright," you relented with an exaggerated sigh. "Just for you, Sergeant." He leaned forward to make a show of him listening intently to your next words. "Find a way to sneak in music. If she's into the campiness of the holiday, then use one of those sexy sounding Christmas songs. And for fuck's sake, ready a drink or a snack or something. You both will be exhausted and she'll appreciate that you actually bothered to think about aftercare."

"And what about the ones who just wanna hump 'em and dump 'em like your bestie Mischief here?" Sam's words simultaneously caused Loki to let out a low grumbling sound in the veteran's direction, as well as unleashed a fit of cackles from you.

"Truly, darling?" Loki deadpanned, the slightest lilt in his voice toward the end.

"I mean you do have that reputation, Mischief," you said through your giggles. "But honestly, Sam? Do it anyway. Choose violence and ruin her for everyone else but you."

Your words broke the room out into raucous applause as you made a show of curtsying and blowing kisses to the other members of the team. "Now see here, if you actually took the time to listen to her, Jack Frost, then maybe Fury wouldn't have threatened us with a two-day seminar," Tony remarked, immediately returning your sour mood.

"Literally nobody here needs a two-day seminar on what constitutes as sexual harassment," you seethed, leaning against the nearby wall. "We know that when the pipi's shown without consent that counts. We know that if someone puts their hands on us or makes inappropriate comments when we've shown no tangible signs of attraction and interest, that that absolutely counts." You glared at the raven haired Asgardian who was currently approaching you slowly. "Loki if I have to sit through two days of people spelling out the exceedingly obvious to me because you couldn't keep it in your pants, I swear on you, Thor, and every other deity there is out there that I will cut someone--"

You words were cut off as the god tugged on your wrist and pulled you into his arms, his free hand cradling the back of your head. "I know. I know, darling, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it would hold consequences for you as well. It will not happen again."

"Agent Y/L/N, you should be out celebrating with your friends. At least your team. They're all already upstairs getting ready to exchange gifts. The paperwork can wait for the new year, I guarantee you everybody will be too drunk off their ass to even file them correctly. You'd be doing them a favor handing them in late."

You looked at Fury with an amused disbelief in your eyes. "Never thought you'd be a bad influence on us, Boss," you answered him with a chuckle. "I'm almost done anyway. I'll just…conveniently forget to turn it in until the first week of January."

"Atta girl. Oh, and before I forget, good job with Laufeyson."

Your brows knitted together in confusion. "Boss, I--I haven't worked with Loki on any missions for the last few months…"

"I'm talking about his behavior. I haven't heard any new complaints about him being a sleaze to anyone ever since that last time that I called you all in. Asked his brother about it and he just said that I 'have Y/N to thank for that'. So whatever you did, good work."

"You might not be saying that once you find out that all I did was tell him that if I ended up wasting away two perfectly good days parking my ass in a sexual harassment seminar that I would stab someone." Your words made him bellow in a fit of hearty laughs. "So really, whatever it is, it wasn't me. Wish I could tell you who to thank, though."

"Whatever you say, Y/L/N." Fury shrugged as he walked away from your desk. "Happy Holidays and all that."

"Happy Holidays," you mumbled as you finished up the last of the paperwork, putting the forms aside so that you could work on the tags for your presents to the team. You'd just begun to start on Wanda's gift when you saw movement coming toward your desk from the corner of your  eye. The silhouette was more than enough for you to surmise who it was.

"Darling, you should come upstairs." You kept at your gift tags as Loki kept approaching you, only stopping when he was in front of your desk. "I can only guard your plate for so long until my brother makes a play for it."

His jab at Thor had you chuckling quietly to yourself before you took a deep breath and returned to the lettering for Wanda's tag. "I'll be up in about twenty minutes, Mischief. Thanks." You looked up and the sight before you had you using all your strength not to make it known that your heart had dropped and shattered to the ground.

He was holding two rolls of red ribbon. One about two inches thick, the other less than half an inch thick. You were immediately brought back to your conversation with him a few weeks ago, about what he would do if he really wanted to seduce someone. He followed your gaze to the items in his hand and gave you a sheepish smile. "Let it be known I always listen to perfectly sound advice, dear Y/N," he said with a playful wink as he walked away from your desk. "I'll see you upstairs."

"Good luck," you blurted out, forcing a contrived smile onto your face as he turned around to look at you. "Whoever she is, I'm sure she'll love it." He simply  answered you with a devastatingly brilliant smile as he walked into the elevator; you waited until the doors closed before you allowed the tears to start welling in your eyes, not bothering to even wipe them away as they rolled down your cheeks.

Half an hour later you were heading up to the little party that Stark threw together for the team, your presents for each of them placed under the tree and you dressed up in an A-line tea-length dress with spaghetti straps set in a deep green rather than the more traditional and predictable poinsettia red.

"Lady Y/N!" You turned around to see Thor already halfway through a glass of whatever liquor his massive mug held. "Quite the choice of attire for tonight. I'm positive my brother would be more than flattered." He motioned toward your dress, the knowledge that you were currently wearing Loki's colors only now making itself known to you and quickly sinking into a feeling of utter mortification. "Ohh! And it is quite fortunate that I found you so early in the night; my brother told me that if I were to see you, I am to tell you that  he will not be attending this party as he is preparing a present…?"

"Yeah, I know about the present, Thunder." His eyes lit up in a strange mixture of excitement and fear. "He passed by my desk earlier and he was holding rolls of ribbon. He's the present. He's off to seduce some Midgardian girl. Lucky bitch." You finished your sentence with a huff, tilting your head toward the ceiling and willing yourself not to start tearing up in front of Thor; he wasn't nearly drunk enough to forget this yet.

"Oh no…" he signed, lightly placing a hand on your shoulder. "My friend, surely by now you know--"

"You know what? I'm over it," you blurted out, throwing your hands up in surrender. "He can do whatever he wants, he's a big boy he can take care of himself." You placed your hand over his. "Happy Holidays, Thunder."

A few minutes of picking at the food on your plate decided your course of action for the night. And none of it involved staying with the team as they merrily exchanged their presents and got so drunk off their asses that they'd be unable to take care of themselves in the morning. You declared yourself the designated caretaker to the children and the team tomorrow and began the journey back to your apartment.

"Babes!" You turned around to find Natasha and Wanda arm in arm, drinks in hand. "You're leaving already?" You nodded at them. "Nooooo but you just got here and you look hot and we haven't even exchanged presents yet."

"I'm not in the partying mood, Babes," you answered with a sad smile. "I'll only be a downer. You all go open presents without me I'll probably just bully Thor into gathering mine for me so I can open them in my apartment tomorrow or something."

"Really? Not Loki?" Wanda queried, slurring her words and swaying slightly in Nat's hold.

The bitterness seeped into your heart again as you answered, "He's not here tonight. Too busy getting busy. Probably with someone from Operations or where the fuck ever."

"But I thought--"

"Wan, it's fine," Nat cut off the sorceress. "Y/N, Babes, you don't have to stay if you're not feeling up to it. We'll see you in the morning." They both approached you and wrapped you into a stumbling embrace. "Besides, at least one person in the unholy trinity should be sober in the morning to take care of the others' hungover asses."

"Carbo load," you told them simply. "There's a tray of pasta in the catering table, I checked. And if that's not enough, I'll see about making you two some grilled cheeses after the party wraps up."

"You're the best," Wanda sighed, resting her head on your shoulder. "Merry ho ho."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh as you pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Merry ho ho, Wanda." Nat helped pull her off of you so that could continue heading up to your apartment. Once you were only a few more meters away from home, your phone rang. A look at the Caller ID had your heart pumping erratically. Loki.

"Just in case no one's told you yet, darling," he spoke once you answered the call. "You look resplendent. Absolutely regal."

You scoffed into the phone, rolling your eyes at his words. "You're not even here, Mischief. I could be wearing a potato sack for all you know."

"And even then my words would still ring true."

Dammit, why did he have to make it so hard to not love him?Life would be so much easier if those words didn't hit me right in the heart. You sighed at his usual brand of what you lovingly referred to as "friendzone flirting". "So that was fast," you commented, your poor attempt at steering the conversation toward him and far away from you.

"What was?"

"Your seduction," you said as plainly as you could manage. "I know what that ribbon was for, Mischief. Don't even think about placing that back in the gift wrapping stock when you're done with it."

"Not quite," he answered you with a light laugh. "See, it hasn't begun yet."

You could feel what little food you had at the party start to come up at his implication. So he was calling you before he fucked his latest conquest because what? Why? Because he was bored waiting for her to put on her lingerie that he was gonna snap of anyways?

"Where are you, Y/N?" he asked with an even voice, as if he were almost cooing.

"Walking back to my apartment.  Actually scratch that. I'm right at the door," you answered as you unlocked the front door. When you were finally inside, you were taken aback at the sight of a golden drinks trolley by the entry table, containing two mugs, a jar of what you assumed was powdered sugar, a box that said Harry & David Hot Cocoa Bombs, and little containers of marshmallows, candy canes, and a little cinnamon shaker. "What the--"

"I used my key to your apartment to place my present for you." Something in his tone made it obvious to you that he was nervous about this.

"You got me a hot cocoa bar? That's--Damn, Mischief, I don't know what to say--"

"That's not quite the present, darling," he cut you off. "That's for after."

"After?" You walked toward your bedroom, ready to just kick off your heels and soak in the tub until you felt your unwarranted heartache melt away. "After what?"

Something from his end made you stop in your tracks. You could hear a woman's voice from his end, which was expected. What wasn't expected what that the voice…was yours.

"Loki, where are you?" you asked shakily, your heart beginning to pound in your chest as your brain tried to reconcile what you thought was happening. You pressed your ear to your door, dreading both the answer and what you would hear from your bedroom.

"Laying in bed, darling." Your free hand clutched at your chest as you heard his voice both from the phone pressed to your ear and from the door. He was there. "Truthfully my plans for tonight were not to seduce another nameless faceless Midgardian whose face I would end up enchanting in order for them to resemble the visage of the one I truly wish to share my bed."

"Really now?" you breathed out, your mind running a mile at minute at his words. At what they implied. "And what exactly were your plans for tonight, Mischief?"

"To lay out my heart to the woman who owns it, as well as my body if she'll have me. See, she and everyone around us have this image of me that I am a philanderer, and I fear that even if I tell her the truth of my whorish ways that she would simply choose to not believe me. I would understand. After all, it would not be so easy to believe that in my mind I have only ever been with her, that as I mentioned earlier I enchant the faces of those I lay with so that my eyes see her face looking up at me instead of an insignificant stranger's. That I love her beyond comprehension and seeing the obvious pain in her eyes the last few weeks as she looked upon me have felt like someone had taken my own daggers to my heart and twisted the blade. I knew I had to make right the wrongs I hadn't even been aware I'd done."

"Loki--"

"Open the door, darling. Please." You could hear his voice wavering as he said the words. "Let me see you."

You took a deep breath as you clutched your door handle, bracing yourself for whatever sight may greet you. Though you already knew what you would see: His godly form bared and wrapped in a festive red ribbon. Like a present.

Your present.

The image of him performing the over the top gesture in your imagination, however, was nothing compared to seeing said gesture with your own eyes. He truly was one of those exceptions wherein reality surpassed fantasy.

You steeled your expression into one of feigned indifference, one that he absolutely saw right through but you did it regardless, as your eyes roamed his sculpted physique, the red ribbon wrapped intricately around his torso that would come off in a dramatic flourish with one tug at the bow settled on the center of his chest. And attached to the thicker ribbon wrapped around him was the thinner ribbon leading to--

Goddamn he really did it. Candy cane dick.

"You look so divine it would put all the goddesses in Olympus and Asgard alike to shame," he spoke softly. You instinctively looked away to prevent yourself from any rash decisions when his eyes roamed over your body and you saw the candy cane twitch.

"And you look ridiculous," you choked out, your voice not even holding a shred of conviction. A lie so bad you may as well have worn a neon red sign saying This bitch lying.

He held out his hand towards you, beckoning you to him. "Come here and unwrap your present then, my love."

Your knees buckled at his words. "Your love," you echoed, though your tone was so laced with doubt that it sounded more like a question than anything else. When you reached your bed and placed your hand in his he sat up on the bed and pulled your hand toward him, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

"Yes," he answered you with a soft smile, his eyes looking up at you with such veneration it stole whatever breath you had left in your lungs. He placed his hands on either side of your body as he pulled you close enough so that he could press several kisses to your clothed stomach. "It's you, darling. Since the moment your eyes met mine."

His hands traveled down to the sides of your thighs, guiding you to rest your knees on either side of him on the bed, straddling his hips. Once your faces were level, you could see so clearly the emotions swimming in his eyes as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your cheek, so gently it was almost as if he were afraid you'd break.

"Then why all those--"

"I valued your company too much that I dared not risk it simply because I desired your body," he explained in hushed tones, as if he was confessing to you, as if they were words of contrition. "You were too precious for me to lose to my own lust. And so whenever I felt the urge to shatter our friendship, I would find another to unleash those desires upon. It mattered not who. Even when I would deceive my own eyes I knew it would never be enough, and--"

"And in the process of finding another after another with the intention of preserving our friendship, you instead shattered me," you cut him off, your bottom lip quivering and your heart breaking with the effort you were exerting to not sob and yell your words out. "Every. Single. Time." He pulled away to look into your eyes, already brimming with unshed tears threatening to escape. Your next words barely came out a whisper. "I can't. I refuse to be another notch in your bedpost."

"You won't be," he pleaded, brushing the tips of his fingers lightly across your cheek. "I love you, Y/N. You are all I would ever desire. All I have ever desired since the moment we met."

You placed your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself both physically and emotionally for the next words you were about to let out. "I love you, Loki." The smile on his face was so blindingly brilliant and rife with relief as he leaned in with the clear intent of pressing his lips to yours; however, you pushed back against his shoulders, earning you a confused look from the god. "If we do this, the sleeping around stops. Okay? Because I won't share you—"

He silenced you by pulling you towards him, your chests flush against each other, claiming your lips in a kiss that oozed of yearning and ages of repressed love. The moment you opened your mouth to him and your tongues met, you both sighed into each other's mouths in audible contentment. "I am yours, my love," he panted as he pulled away. "All of me. I do not intend to be shared, just as I have no intentions of sharing you if you would be mine."

His. That sounded like a dream. A beautiful fantasy too blissful to be true. "Yours…" You tested the word on your tongue as if it was such a foreign concept. "I'd like that," you said softly as you ran your hands along his shoulders, traveling down to his chest and the bow situated in its center, a loving smile stretching across his face as you did so. "So…if I tug on this it all comes falling off?" 

He placed his hand over yours, placing a tender kiss on your neck before whispering against your skin, "We need not go further if you're not ready to be intimate with me yet. We could stay doing exactly what we were just moments ago for the rest of  and I would be content. Because it's you. I am finally with you." He traced his lips along your jaw and up back to your mouth, claiming it once again in a soft kiss. "Only when you are ready, tell me. Or tug on the end of the bow and—"

"Yeah you can save the speech, Mischief. I'm ready," you cut him off, pulling at the end of the bow and watching the ribbon unravel with a dramatic flourish down to the bed. "I love you, and I want you to make me yours." His smile turned mischievous as he pulled the entirety of the ribbon off and away from him, his hands then returning to your thighs, skimming under the hem of your dress. "You're not pretending anymore," you cooed.

"And yet a fraction of this reality with you is worlds better than any illusion I'd ever conjured." His words sounded so reverent that they alone sent a rush of arousal pooling between your legs, worsening the state of your already drenched panties. His hands inched up slowly, hiking up the bottom of your dress along the way. He looked at you with an uncharacteristically timidity in his eyes, as if he was asking for permission. "May I?"

His hesitation unleashed something you could only describe as desperate in you. Desperate for more of his touch. His kisses. That lust he'd mentioned earlier that he didn't want to risk losing you to. You wanted him to lose himself to that desire now. Craved it, even. Your words from weeks ago echoed in your mind, a wicked grin playing at the corners of your mouth as they came to the forefront of your thoughts.

You wanted to ruin him. For everyone else but you. And vice versa.

As if he hadn't already ruined you the moment you walked in and spotted him all wrapped up like the best Christmas present you'd ever receive for the rest of your days.

You ran your hands down the length of his arms, hooking them under the bunched up hem of your dress and pulling the garment over your head, haphazardly throwing it down to the floor, joining the ribbon. His eyes lit up as his gaze roamed all the newly exposed skin to him, immediately leaning forward and pressing his lips to the skin above your heart and proceeding to trace the outline of your bra with his lips. "No more pretending," he breathed out, the slightly cool air of his exhalation chilling your heated skin by the slightest.

"No more pretending," you echoed with a satisfied grin pulling at your mouth. You brought your hands to his shoulders once more, urging him to look at you. Once he did you pressed a fevered kiss to his lips before groaning against him, "But I want you to fuck me as if you were."

Loki pulled your hips flush against his, both of you letting out an obscene moan as your drenched clothed core made contact with his hardened member. "No," he growled, reaching behind you to undo your bra, the undergarment falling unceremoniously to the ground and joining your dress. "Perhaps another night, my darling." He maneuvered your bodies until you were laying down on the bed, him hovering over you and looking up at you through his lashes. "This is not something that deserves to be over in minutes."

"Minutes?" you huffed in utter shock and disbelief. "What happened, they tap out?"

"Frustration on my part," he answered you simply, beginning to trail kisses across your collarbone and down your chest. "Because despite my greatest efforts my mind could not be deceived. They weren't you. None of them were you." He went on a path down your body, briefly taking each of your nipples into his mouth and laving his tongue over the stiffened peak, down your stomach, and stopping at your mound. "I can tell you now, my love, that this will not last for mere minutes. I intend to take my time with you."

As soon as he said those words, you let out a sharp gasp as he so effortlessly snapped apart the sides of your panties and pulled the fabric off of your body, proceeding to place your thighs on his shoulders and lift you off the bed. Just enough that your shoulders and upper back were still laying flat, but also enough that it would take great effort for you to find the leverage to squirm away from him if you wanted to.

You twisted your body in his hold so much that he seemingly casually laid his forearm across your lower stomach as he continued to subject you to wave after wave of relentless pleasure, steadily ramping you up to an orgasm that threatened to leave you boneless. "Oh my darling," he groaned against your skin, the vibrations from his voice sending a delicious thrill throughout your entire body. "I could devour you for hours."

The whimper that escaped your mouth felt so uncharacteristic for you. Then again everything about tonight felt unfamiliar to some degree. "Loki," you whined, prompting him to close his lips around your clit and flick his tongue mercilessly against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves, and letting out a scandalous moan against the desperately over-sensitized nub that send you over the edge. You screamed his name as your back arched off the bed, the haze of your climax making you only vaguely aware of how he held you still as you rode out your release on his tongue.

He set your legs back down on the bed and you were thankful for the reprieve, allowing you a few moments to catch your breath; however, the rest was short lived, as he gripped your hips and pulled you toward him until your ass sat atop his thighs, and he placed a hand under your back to prop you up and face him, pulling you in for a kiss so deliciously carnal as your tongues tangled together and you could taste yourself on him.

"I love you," he panted once he pulled away, bringing his hand down between you and lining his cock up at your entrance. He wrapped his other arm around you and held you close, pressing his lips softly along your neck and shoulder as you eased yourself onto him inch by inch, biting your lip as you felt the mixture of pain and pleasure as your walls stretched to accommodate him.

He moaned against your neck once you'd fully sheathed him inside of you, the backs of your thighs resting deliciously on the tops of his. You laid your hand on his chest as the other wrapped around the back of his neck, doing your best to move and set a pace for you both but even the slightest shift sent rippling shocks of pleasure all over your body that all you could do was rest your head against his shoulder and desperately whimper his name time and time again.

Those whimpers quickly became moans as he held your hips firmly and began to guide your body up and down along his length, capturing your lips in a desperate, nearly harsh kiss that proved effective in muffling the tell-tale screams of pleasure being elicited from both of you.

What started as a tender, sensual pace quickly turned frenzied as you both began to chase each other's pleasure, your hips finally moving of their own accord and allowing his hands to roam your body, his lips doing much of the same. When your paces grew staggered he moved you to lie back on the bed, your back once again flat against the mattress, and he hooked your legs around his waist as he drove into you mercilessly.

"Please," you cried out, feeling the coil tightening in your lower stomach once again. "I don't think--"

"Oh you can, my love," he countered you as he pressed his lips to your shoulder in a sloppy open mouthed kiss, your brain fogging once more as you felt him flicking his tongue against your skin, and his hand moving between you to start rubbing tight circles on the swollen bud. "Come with me," he coaxed as he proceeded to kiss along the shell of your ear, your moans echoing around your bedroom as his thrusts became slower, but harder.

Your legs shook with how hard your climax hit you, not even thinking you could manage it since you'd never done it before, but it truly didn't take you by surprise that Loki had managed to do just that as he somehow hit every sweet spot inside of you with every move. He reached his own peak as your walls clenched around him, his hips jerking against yours as he finally reached his release inside of you.

"You know, if I'm gonna be honest, I would've thought that you would've gone for the gold ribbon," you told Loki as you two were sat at the little kitchen island in your apartment, both of you nursing your own mug of hot cocoa as the god held your calf in his free hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "I know we had some in the stock room last I checked."

"Well, my darling, you would be correct. But when I arrived at the stock room earlier today someone else had already taken the gold. That was when I knew I had to hasten my steps, make it here before…" he trailed off.

"Before what?" you asked with a chuckle.

He took a deep breath before placing his mug down and reaching over to take yours from your hand, setting it down as well, before he pulled you back onto his lap and captured your lips in a kiss that felt both possessive and desperate all at once. "This does mean that you are mine now, dear Y/N. Yes?" he asked when he pulled away, shock flooding your system when you saw the vulnerability in his eyes as he said the words.

"Of course," you breathed out, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You're stuck with me now, Mischief."

"I would have it no other way, my love." He wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands reaching up to weave his fingers through your hair. "Y/N before I made it to your apartment, I'd heard that one of the men on our team was trying to find a way into your apartment to follow the advice you'd given us weeks ago as well."

That reveal had taken you aback, your eyes widening as your brain tried to process the new information. "I'll be honest, Loki. If I walked in here and found someone else ribbon-clad in my bed I would've kicked them out. Walk of shame style. Tonight wouldn't have ended the way it did if it wasn't you."

Those words made him pull you in for another kiss, sighing into your mouth as he pulled you even closer to him, your bodies completely flush against each other.

"I'm glad you got the red, though," you said, a wicked smile pulling at the corners of your mouth as he looked at you with confusion rife in his icy stare. "I liked the candy cane look on you." You struggled to move away from him as he trapped you in his arms, proceeding to tickle your sides and render you into a giggling mess.

"My beautiful little menace," he chuckled as his onslaught ceased, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Do you not even wish to know who it was that would have walked in shame out of your apartment had you found him instead?"

"You know what…I kinda am…mostly because I want to picture their walk of shame in gold ribbon. Who was it?"

You broke out into another fit of laughter, your body shaking uncontrollably as he held you against him as soon as he uttered the name. "Barnes."

A/N: Omg I'm so happy to finally finish this story and finish off the idea that's been running around my brain since Monday 😂 "Candy Cane Dick" story is finally done. SAS, if you know you know 😏

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All I Want For Christmas:Winter Warmers Collection [Avenger!Loki x F. Reader]

Part of the Winter Warmers Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Last Christmas, Loki broke your heart. Will this year be any different? Spoiler: yes. Yes it will. Warnings: Mild angst. Fluff. (w/c 1.7k)

A handful of faces turned upward as you descended the stairs to the bar area. Not as many as you’d hoped for, but then...when was life ever like the fantasies?

The floaty black dress skimmed your thighs gently with every step, cleavage hoisted to perfection nestled within the neckline which left just enough to the imagination. You knew you looked good tonight. Damn good. And for good reason, too.

The rail was cool beneath the hot skin of your palm, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you casually scanned the crowd before you reached the bottom of the staircase.

He probably wasn’t even here.

You felt a pinch at your waist, turning with a playful yelp to see Wanda; half-empty drink in hand.

“Girl, you look...incredible.” she squealed, swirling her finger for you to turn. You indulged her, enjoying the whoop of appreciation that followed. “That dress. Mmmph-mmm. Is that new?”

Natasha sidled beside you, running a hand over your shoulders as you shook your head. “I got it for last year, but you know...” you shouted, Wizzard blaring from the sound system.

You threw a subtle glance over your shoulder, seeing Rogers and Banner’s eyes suspiciously hit the ceiling away from your direction, their close whispers ceasing. Thor stood beside them, unsubtly fingering an ornament on the ostentatiously decorated Christmas tree as he stared at you.

Wanda leant forward, the tiny straw in her drink poking her in the cheek. “You mean, Laufeyson?” she hissed questioningly, nodding along as you did.

Natasha pressed a drink into your hand. “Some things are too pretty to keep in the closet forever, Y/N” she purred, throwing you a wink. You took a sip. And then another.

“Is he here?” you said casually, hoping the churning of your stomach wasn’t betrayed in your voice. Nat shrugged, a smile flickering at the corner of her mouth. Or maybe it was the lights.

It had been almost a year since Loki had broken your heart without rhyme or reason. One day you were his whole world, and the next he was gone. Thankfully you hadn’t had to see him much around the compound over the past eleven months. Tony had kept him occupied, between this and that.

From what they told you, he was well. But somehow, that made it worse.

Seeing your face fall, Wanda slurped the last of her drink, setting the glass down harshly on a table to the side with a clack. She grabbed your hand, spinning you around. And minute by minute, your friend made you forget.

The beat of festive music lightened your heart with every inebriated lyric scratching her throat as she swung you back and forth. Bright lights swept over the throbbing dance-floor, flashing in your eyes as you screeched with laughter; coming to a panting stop against her chest.

Wanda stepped back suddenly, she and Natasha’s eyes rising in unison over your shoulder. You turned, stumbling slightly to find Loki standing mere feet away.

Somehow, you had forgotten how utterly beguiling he was. How was that possible, you thought. So completely and devastatingly handsome, the intense depth of his stare more intoxicating than the drink in your glass.

Self-preservation probably, you thought; as a wave of nostalgia swept through your heart.

“May I request a dance?” he said, rolling his shoulders back as his hands clasped behind his back. The formality was palpable. As though you were strangers.

He wore a suit like you had never seen, the snug dark trousers complimented with a mid-thigh length jacket which hugged every straight edge of his imposing frame.

The material shimmered beneath the glow of the spotlights like fishscales, green and dark blue silk intertwined with leather edging.

Like a circus-master, you thought; watching his sharp cheekbones tighten as that jaw clenched above the luxurious emerald green cravat twisted elegantly around his neck. How appropriate.

You chuckled dryly in spite of yourself, internally scoffing at his audacity. Despite the volume of Slade in the background, his voice had been perfectly clear. ��Wanda wore me out I’m afraid, maybe in a bit…” you yelled, your heart pounding. You saw Nat roll her eyes as you turned and set your empty glass down carelessly on the table.

Breath hitched in your lungs as you felt Loki’s chest press lightly against the bare skin of your shoulder-blades. The familiar rich softness of his shirt sent a shudder through your body, tendrils of his warm breath skating across your cheek from above. The leather trim of his jacket tugged your skin, unbidden memories flooding your mind like ice-water.

“I’m afraid I must insist.” he murmured darkly, reaching forward and pushing the glass further into the width of the table. Your eyes flew to Natasha, who gave you a slow nod.

Loki stepped back, allowing you to turn. His palm was outstretched.

You watched with amazement as your arm bent at the elbow, seemingly of its own accord, placing your fingers over his with a fairytale flourish. He raised his other hand, a click of his fingers making the music scratch to a halt.

In place of Shakin’ Stevens, the bars of another familiar song began to play; signalling that the dulcet tones of Michael Buble were close at hand.

He led you to the centre of the dance-floor, confused revellers deserting the space at the sudden change of vibe. Loki’s hand slid around your waist as you stared at him in dumb confusion, the unexpected turn of events rendering you witless. Your gaze swept incredulously to Natasha and Wanda standing where you left them, both leaning on the table with their fists tucked under their chins.

He began to lead you in a gentle foxtrot, your legs feeling weightless beneath the sway of your skirt. His fair skin was glowing, that hair you used to spend hours winding your fingers through tucked maddeningly behind delicate ears.

“We have a lot to catch up on.” he said, keen eyes running over your features as the two of you drifted across the floor.

You swallowed, trying not to think too much about the movement of your feet. You needed all your brainpower for words. “A year is a long time, Loki.” you said firmly, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing the churning emotions bubbling beneath the surface of your skin.

Loki chuckled, shaking his head before releasing you to arm's length; spinning you gently. The chiffon of your skirt raised around your thighs, speckles of glitter catching the light.

He pulled you back to his chest, moving elegantly across the dancefloor once more. A sharp intake of breath caught you by surprise as he lowered his cheek to yours. “In the grand scheme of things, a year is nothing to me.” he whispered, as you screwed your eyes shut. Tears pricked your eyes as you heard a softness in his voice you had tried to forget. Or was it your imagination?

A sigh from his lips staggered against your ear, thrusting you back to heady mornings spent beneath his bedsheets. “Believe me, darling” he murmured wistfully, “This last year has been the longest of my existence.”

He spun you again, breath catching in your throat as you tried to use the seconds to unpack his words.

You collided ungracefully against his chest before he resumed the steps. You frowned, finally looking up to meet his eyes resolutely. “A phonecall, Loki. After everything? A phonecall and then...nothing. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? Do you even care?”

Loki’s brow furrowed, those beautiful eyebrows slanting as he manoeuvred you into a flourishing box-step.

“I didn’t understand what was happening to me, you see” he said, enunciating quietly. “You must understand that I had never been...wanted, not really. I was afraid of the change happening within me. I cannot explain…”

You sighed, surrendering your forehead against his shoulder. A desperate need clawed in your chest as he swayed you back and forth; his lips brushing against your cheekbone. Cruel longing in your chest seized sharply as they grazed across your skin.

“You made me better.” he whispered, “A better man than I was ever told I could be... than I ever thought I could be. and it frightened me. I thought I was losing myself.”

You raised your head, furiously searching his face for any hint of insincerity. You found none.

“I know now...that I had found myself. Finally.” he murmured, his eyes lingering on the lip pulled between your teeth.

“You helped me find myself. And I wasn’t ready to accept that.” He leant forward again, his fingers trailing down your spine through the tight fabric of your dress. “Can you ever forgive me?”

He spun you again, the scrape of your heels against the dancefloor sending vibrations through your adrenaline-soaked body. Loki yanked you back to his chest as the chorus soared, his gaze simmering with a mischievous glint.

“Don’t make me say it.” he purred, tilting his head. Creases appeared in the corner of his eyes as he saw a smile tugging your lips, your features softening.

You ran your hand through his hair, the low moan it elicited in his chest making your whole body hum with unbridled hope. Pressing your cheek to his, you felt his fingers clasp tighter around your waist.

“Oh, but I think I must.” you whispered coyly, lips purposefully skimming the highest point of his cheekbone.

He chuckled, nose burying in your hair. The sound of him inhaling the scent of you made your heart soar, your stomach flipping as you stood on the precipice of the moment you had longed for.

“How I’ve missed your teasing, darling.” he muttered, gracefully twirling you in his arms. “No one does it like you.”

You realised that the room was completely silent aside from Michael Buble’s voice on the sound system, a circular crowd surrounding the dancefloor as every pair of eyes watched Loki’s theatrical scene unfold.

Thor stood beside Wanda with shameless tears streaming down his cheeks, arms folded with a Santa hat balled in a fist to his mouth.

Loki twisted you under his arm, back straight as he lunged forward; lowering you to rest backward on his knee.

The perfect dip.

His sparkling eyes bore into yours. That beautiful, devilish smile that had only lived in your memories burned brightly above you as strands of raven hair fell around his jaw.

“All I want for Christmas” he murmured, lowering his lips to your ear; “is you.”

The world beyond faded, distant sounds of exploding cheers from the crowd as tears welled in your eyes, a furiously strong love blanketing newly forgotten fears.

Loki kissed you, the warmth of his needy caress melting into your mouth like first frost under sunshine. Back into your exploding heart like dissolving snow on hot coals.

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The Ice - Aftermath

(The Ice - Here)

The cold still clung to him as he stepped through the portal and into his bedroom in the sanctum. The warmth of his room felt like an assault on his senses. His hands tingled painfully a little at the sharp, sudden change in temperature.

The cloak flared off his shoulders, slipping off into a corner to settle onto the chair that rested there.

Movement caught his attention in the peripheral of his vision. He turned to see Tony setting his tablet aside and sliding out of their bed. He was dressed in sleep clothes. Stephen blinked and glanced at the time. It had been getting dark when he’d left Nebraska, with the timezone difference it was starting to get late here. But not so late that Tony—who was the definition of a night owl—would be in bed.

“How are you?” Tony asked quietly as he moved closer. His gaze searched Stephen’s face, and Stephen knew that the weight of everything from today was clear and visible to Tony’s too perceptive gaze.

Stephen wasn’t sure if Wong had told Tony what had happened. Because it had to have been Wong who had given Tony the all clear to return to the sanctum after Stephen had sent Tony away.

“I’m… better.” It was true.

Tony nodded. “You look cold,” Tony said, not pursuing the topic. Yet. “Let’s get you into something warmer.”

Stephen didn’t exactly need help changing, but Tony’s hands were warm on his skin as he helped him undress. There was nothing sexual about the moment, just simple love and affection in every trace of touch. Stephen slid into his own sleep clothes, despite the fact that it was too early for bed.

“I’m not ready for sleep,” Stephen warned Tony.

“I know,” Tony said, his expression was soft. “But I wanted you comfortable. We’re going to read, together. Something light and simple, I’ve pulled up a list. Then we’re going to cuddle and if you want to and are ready, you’re going to tell me what nightmare sent you back home.” Tony pressed his hand over Stephen’s heart. “And I’ll listen. Then we can decide whether we’re going to sleep tonight or if we’re going to get dressed again and go for a walk in the middle of the night.”

Some part of Stephen already knew they were going to end up on that midnight walk. There was something about walking hand in hand with Tony through mostly abandoned streets as they talked about everything and nothing, the strain of long days eased away in the light of the moon and intermittent street lights.

Even when they were silent, it was… it was good.

“All right,” Stephen agreed. “What are we reading?”

“You choose,” Tony said. He returned to the bed where he’d left his starkpad and started going through the list. 

Stephen chose a book of poems and settled onto the bed, back against the headboard as Tony started reading aloud. His voice was soothing, and the words took on a rhythmic cadence. Stephen closed his eyes as Tony started on a poem about new beginnings and let the words carry him into a meditative state.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he opened his eyes again. “I’m ready to cuddle, now,” he told Tony as Tony finished another poem, this one about the different firsts of life.

Tony immediately put the tablet to the side, slipping closer to him.

They got comfortable together, Stephen holding Tony tight against him. It always helped to hold Tony, to feel like Tony was safe in his arms where Stephen could protect him. Even if Tony was perfectly capable of protecting himself.

Sometimes Stephen wondered if that was something that lingered from Donna, Stephen’s need to feel like he could protect those he loved when he’d failed to protect her. Or perhaps he’d always have been this way.

The lights dimmed, but didn’t go out. Not when Stephen didn’t want to actually sleep, just wanted to hold Tony close. 

“I’ve told you about Donna,” Stephen said.

“I remember,” Tony said quietly.

Stephen took a deep breath. “I… When I told you to stay at the compound for a few nights, it was because there was a problem with the nightmare realm. It… well, I dreamt of Donna.” He took a deep breath. “I… I’d prepared myself for the accident, for Dormammu, for Thanos. I thought I knew exactly what would plague me. It… it caught me off guard. I wasn’t prepared.” He took a breath. “She… she blamed me.”

Tony didn’t say anything, not immediately. Instead, Tony’s fingers tangled with Stephen’s, tugging Stephen’s arm that rested over Tony’s hips up to his mouth to press a kiss against Stephen’s fingers. “She didn’t,” Tony said quietly. “You know she never would have.”

Stephen thought of his moment on the ice, the quiet there was never anything to forgive, the quiet I love you.

“I know,” he admitted. The words caught in his throat, because it was true, but it had been so long that he’d held onto that guilt that it was difficult to let go. “But I needed to go back. I needed… I needed to say goodbye.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

There was a moment’s pause. “Did it help?”

Stephen swallowed hard. “Yes.” He took a deep breath. There was a part of him that felt like it must be some sort of betrayal to find any sort of peace. But Donna would never have blamed him for it. “It did.”

“It’s what she would want. She’d be happy for you.”

Stephen closed his eyes, pictured Donna again. There was never anything to forgive. I love you. Thought of all of the things in his life that he had finally gotten right. Thought of all those things that he thought Donna would have been proud of.

He held on to the thought tightly and let himself believe.

#stephen strange #tony stark #ironstrange #fic #working through grief #stephen's getting better

[loudlooks]

Day 28 - Cold in the rain

A/N: Technically the prompt was “a visit to the orchard” but I noped out of that one real quick, and went with day 1 of the list “Cold in the rain” (I accidentally started writing from the wrong prompt list the first two days, so I had a backup)

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall

Prompt: Cold in the rain

Word count: 1117

The pouring rain was blurring her vision, the cold wind making it feel like ice on her skin. If she had to be out here much longer she would get hypothermia. For the third time in fifteen minutes she pulled up the collar of her soaked through coat, realizing it was nothing more than a futile attempt at getting warmer, drier.

Should have listened to Tony and his app, she thought absentmindedly wiping sticky strands of hair from her face. The app was usually wrong, but it figured that the one time it was correct, she would be out in a rainstorm without a waterproof jacket. Or an umbrella. Or even a plastic bag for all she cared.

For a brief moment she longingly looked at the thin emergency blanket she was standing on with one foot, then wrinkled her nose remembering the body, and possible evidence, it was protecting from the weather.

As shivers ran  down her body and her teeth began to chatter, she wondered if staying with the evidence had been the smartest idea. She hadn't found enough in the field to safely secure the blanket from the strong winds and rain; two heavy rocks kept one side mostly flat on the ground, the other side was secured with her backpack and one of her feet.

The faint sound of a siren drew her attention. She tilted her head, turning this way and that, but struggled to confirm it wasn't simply her mind playing tricks on her amidst the howling wind. Checking her watch she realized she would have to admit defeat soon, the car was a good half hour jog from where she was, and the wet clothes, strong winds and heavy rain would slow her down a lot.

The wind turned once more, and as she wiped more hair from her face, the sound of a siren was now undeniable. Shielding her eyes from the rain with her hands she could faintly make out blue and red lights approaching against the ever darkening sky.

Her laughter sounded manic to her ears, but there was no else to hear it.

The Dodge Charger skidded to a stop in the muddy field, her three teammates piling out instantly and rushing towards her. Ducky's van came to a halt on the gravel road further away.

"Why didn't you go back to the car?" Gibbs asked her angrily.

"We would have lost evidence."

Tony looked at her, anger etched on his face. "Rather loose evidence than an agent."

Ziva was about to argue, but Gibbs cut her off gruffly.

"Inside the car, now!" A small nod at Tony had him following her closely.

As she got into the backseat wordlessly, he rummaged around inside the trunk before joining her.

She shrugged out of her coat, dumping the wet pile at her feet. Tony sat down next to her, holding a woolen blanket and a thermos. He poured some coffee in the thermos' cup, held it out for her, and curtly said, "Drink."

It was hard to see through the windshield, but it was obvious the rest of the team was struggling to put up a cover over the body. "We should help," she said absentmindedly through chattering teeth.

"Agent David!"

She turned to Tony and frowned, confused at his outburst.

"Drink this, and get out of those wet clothes, unless they're wool."

He pulled up the hood of his raincoat, got out of the backseat and into the driver's seat in two seconds flat. He started the engine, and ramped up the heat. Before getting out of the car again, he said, "I'll check the van for towels or something."

Ziva blinked rapidly, then drank the cup of coffee, and stripped. Wrapping herself in the wool blanket, she could already feel the warmth from the coffee and the warm shelter from the car take effect. Glancing through the rear window, she noticed Tony was on his way back, clearly covering something from the rain inside his coat.

A chill ran through her body as he opened the backdoor, letting himself and a gust of wind inside the warmth of the car.

Tony roughly pulled down the hood of his jacket, then opened the zipper to remove a perfectly dry towel and tracksuit.

Ziva gazed at him a moment, trying to read his mood after his previous outburst, then thanked him and started drying her hair with the towel.

He tried to wipe the rain off of his face with his wet hands, and in a concerned voice said, "What were you thinking standing out there with no cover?"

She pointed out the windshield. "That's most likely his fourth victim, what if this is the one that breaks the case?"

He slammed the headrest in front of him unexpectedly, looked at her angrily, and yelled, “Did you want to be his fifth?”. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he regained his composure and asked, “Why were you even here all by yourself?”

His anger had pumped adrenaline through her veins, heating her body more than the coffee ever could, and she testily said, “I was following a lead.”

He clenched his jaw, and briefly closed his eyes. “Ziva,” he said tiredly, “we’ve been through this, you should have waited for backup.”

“We would have lost evidence!”

“We lose evidence to circumstances beyond our control all the time!”

“Tell that to his next victim.”

She could see the anger leave his eyes right before he looked away, and glanced out the window.

Shaking his head slightly, he swallowed thickly. “Do you have any idea how much losing you would…set us back?”

When he met her eyes once more, all she could see was fear and desperation. “I was trying to do the right thing,” she said dejectedly.

As he grimaced and rubbed a hand through his hair, her chest tightened. It was never her intent to make him, or the rest team worry about her. Then again she hadn’t expected to be caught in a storm either.

“Look on the bright side,” she said, and bumped his knee with hers, “you were right.”

Tony frowned and tilted his head. “I always am,” he said lightheartedly, then looked at her suspiciously, “but enlighten me.”

“The storm.” She smiled softly, hoping to clear the air, but the way he grimaced only made her chest tighten again.

“Does that mean you’ll actually listen to me next time?”

She bit her bottom lip, and gave him a half smile. “Probably not.”

He scoffed and glanced away, and when he met her eyes again, the storm that had raged there had quieted down and been replaced with affection. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus, @happygirl-0408

#tiva fanfiction #30 days of fall #my fanfiction #pffft #i had only written the first half of this because i needed to finish and post day 20 that day #not looking forward to trying to finish day 30 #hmm maybe i need to cheat again and just find a different prompt

[lemonlillybee]

Boy, that escalated quickly

Title: Boy, that escalated quickly

Fandom: Irondad

Word Count: 1038

A/N: More sick!Peter for @irondadmadlads prompt #48. I wrote this in about an hour this morning and then spent the rest of my day trying to think of a title (it’s just a quote from Anchorman lol). I really let these sickfics take up a lot of my day 😂 Do I have a problem? Yes. But is it *really* a problem? Also yes.  

“What do you think so far?” Tony asks, shifting slightly on the couch. They’ve been watching movies for the better part of three hours now and he’s starting to feel like he needs to move around. 

Next to him, Peter sniffles a little. He lifts his head slightly from where it’s resting on Tony’s shoulder, and the movement makes the blanket that’s covering him slide down his arm a little. He shrugs, then untucks his arm from between their bodies to pull the blanket back up.

“I like it.” Peter’s voice is soft. He sniffles again and shoves his arm back down into the warmth. “It’s good, for an old movie.” 

Tony rolls his eyes. They’re watching Anchorman. It’s the first time Peter has seen it, and frankly, Tony thought the kid would be cracking up throughout the entire movie. It’s right up the kid’s alley, as far as comedies go. However, Peter has barely chuckled, and although Tony has heard little huffs of breaths and amused hums from him at all of the funniest parts, even the hint of a smile that he can see on Peter’s face from this angle isn’t as big as he expects. 

When Peter sniffles for a third time, Tony glances down at him with a small frown. He’s been quiet– he usually is on Friday nights, after a long week of school– but this is maybe the longest he’s gone during movie night without talking.

And now he’s sniffly. That can’t be a good sign.

Peter feels Tony looking at him and ducks his head down. His body shakes against Tony’s like he’s shivering, and Tony grabs the remote to pause the movie.

“You okay, Roos?” 

Peter makes a small sound, kind of a squeaky whimper, and Tony scoots forward so he can get a better look at his face. 

“Oh, kid,” he murmurs when he sees Peter’s face. His eyes are shining with tears, and as soon as Tony catches his gaze his lip quivers and the tears spill over, running down his cheeks in an alarming abundance.

“What…what’s wrong?” 

Peter buries his now-wet face into the blanket and absolutely sobs. His shoulders shake violently and his curls bounce around and Tony is frozen for a moment, completely caught off guard. His brain finally catches up and he cups a hand to the back of Peter’s neck. His skin is hot, and the hair at the base of his neck is wet– he’s sweaty, Tony realizes. He’s running a fever. No wonder he’d been feeling a little warm himself, with this furnace of a kid pressed up against his side for so long. 

“Peter,” Tony urges, moves his hand down to Peter’s back, which is somehow even warmer than his neck. Peter sobs harder into the blanket. He cries for a good while, until the sobbing dies down, fading into snuffles and whimpers and sad, shaky exhales.  

Tony wraps an arm tightly around Peter’s shoulder when it seems like he’s mostly cried out. “Peter?” 

Peter sniffles wetly against the blanket and finally lifts his head up a little. His eyes and nose are bright red and his nose is running. Tony pulls his sleeve over his hand and carefully wipes it over Peter’s right cheek, then his left, drying the tears even though he can see more ready to fall. 

“What’s wrong?” Tony asks again, though he has a good idea now what’s going on.

“My throat hurts,” Peter whispers. His voice cracks a little and yeah, now that Tony is thinking about it, Peter has been so quiet all afternoon, and his voice had sounded a little hoarse when he’d shown up at the lab after school, but Tony put that down to the fact that Peter’s always talking so much that he sometimes loses his voice. 

“And my head,” he adds, and a single fat tear runs down his face and slides along his jawline, hanging from his chin for a second before falling into his lap. “My head hurts a lot.”

Tony uses his thumb to dry the path of the tear and sighs. “Oh, Roos,” he says. “You should have said something.”  

“I just wanted to watch movies with you,” Peter replies sadly. He sniffles and Tony cringes. He really hopes he has tissues somewhere in the Tower. 

“You can still watch movies if you’re sick,” Tony laughs. “That’s the best part of being sick! Not that there’s really a good part of being sick,” he adds. “But usually you do that part after you take medicine and all that jazz.” 

Peter sighs and nods his head, then slumps against Tony’s arm like he could fall asleep there. 

Tony doesn’t want to make him move, but he knows it will be better in the long run. “Okay.” He straightens up and claps his hands together. “Here’s the plan. You are going to go change into your pajamas and I’m going to go track down some medicine for you to take. And then we’re coming back to this couch and starting this movie over. I need to hear your actual reactions because if you don’t think this movie is funny, something is seriously wrong with that big old brain of yours.”

“Okay,” Peter snorts. He gives Tony a very, very small smile and sniffles loudly.

“And go blow your nose, please, that’s getting a little gross,” Tony says, which earns him an eyeroll and an indignant huff. 

They part ways, Peter going to his room and Tony heading down to the medbay. When he returns, Peter is curled back up on the couch under two blankets, wearing his softest pajama pants and Tony’s MIT hoodie, a box of tissues tucked against his chest. His eyes are glassy and he looks exhausted, and Tony knows there’s no way he’s going to make it through an entire movie once he takes the medicine, but he has F.R.I.D.A.Y. rewind and start it over anyway. 

Peter only makes it through about a third of the movie before he starts to doze, but he laughs at the funny parts, and even though the sound is quiet and the slightest bit congested, Tony counts it as a win.

#tumblr prompt #prompt fill #sick peter parker #irondad #spiderson

[the-firebird69]

This is the idea there's a few looks at a different but they look like bombardier jackets and we don't want to do that for this particular jacket. It's a handy coat to wear we will use zippers zipper though. It is a shiny material but our material is not as shiny but it is a little it's waterproof there's a material that's called water fasted it's like that but it's less expensive a lot less expensive and it's our design and it works great and we're going to add more insulation and it's going to be synthetic so it won't be cold if somehow you get away the outside is going to be waterproof it'll rain and it won't go in if it's drenching pouring you're in trouble but we're going to be handing out ponchos tonight just a shitload of ponchos we can punch out tons of them I mean trillions we can be handing out trillions and trillions of panchos and emergency blankets in New York City in Jersey there's a crisis up there yeah we're going to be trucking in advance of beef stew and bread and that's what we're going to be bringing in with big vats this fish too. We're going to have huge huge bags of numbers of bags of cured fish sealed and it can be eaten dried or you can saute it and we're going to bring tons of it up there I'm going to try and get some chips up there bja might be going up with ships and they might not let him in to New York City or or even if he's coming down but we're going to bring it in this humanitarian aid Red Cross and we're going to bring the free ponchos the free jackets they're free hat gloves and neck warmers which are beanies and the gloves will be not not skin tight but they're not real loose they're not they're like like a ski level Sun used to wear but not as puffy and the jackets will be warm they're good to like about 20° and we're going to bring the free long underwear with t-shirt over it and they're showing together but it's a full long underwear t-shirt on your own for pants and he said he said there's a version of sweatpants that beer drinker swear maybe a bunch of those even some more water resistant material and we're moving out now and we bring a ton of it cuz you can see it movies

Thor Freya

We're going to bring it all over the world and we are pumping it out they need trillions each location and we have it pretty soon we'll have it all we're going to bring it all and it's a giveaway some people might donate to us and we'll accept some money but not a ton.

Olympus

We're getting this now we're getting beer and it says we should order whiskey and now I get why freezing temperatures it works like antifreeze believe it or not and if we have a freeze out for a day and a half it'll actually keep you alive I've heard of stories people have been negative 40° weather for 3 days and one of them only last one toe because it thins the blood too because they're inside they filled all the crevices but they are pretty thick with it okay they they had a alcohol level of I think it was a 3.5 each and it kept him alive inside pickling it really works this whiskey is really good too and we drink some of it so we can get more of it

Tony s

We might order some to see what it is we're going to go ahead and do that

Mac

Probably a ton of it

Ben

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Pockets (Drabble)

Tony x reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing, it’s kinda short but I loved the idea of it

Summary: your jean pockets, his jacket pocket

Your hands got cold. Like really cold. So you obviously loved sticking your hands into pockets, but of course your clothing didn’t have good pockets that fit your hands. So the next best thing? Your boyfriend’s pockets. Think about all the pluses, you get to sneak up to Tony and stick your hand in his jacket pocket, you get warmth from said pocket, and you get to hold his warm hands inside of the pocket, perfection.

“Ahhh, god babe! I think I need to make you some super hand warmers for Christmas, these things are ice blocks!” Tony screeched in surprise as you stuck a cold hand in his pocket and giggled at his reaction. “Mmm, I thought that’s what you were?” You nuzzled into his neck, and he kissed your forehead. “Love you too babe.” He says, rolling his eyes. The conversation went the same every single cold day, of every single fall and winter since you started dating.

~the second part~

You were wearing them again…. God, Tony both hated and loved these days. You were wearing your skin tight jeans that made your ass look fantastic, “it always looks fantastic but this just extenuates it” Tony would say every time you wore them.

You and Tony were taking a walk to the store today to get some food for some dessert that Wanda was making, you needed a reason to get Tony out of the lab, and Wanda needed someone to go grab her some ingredients, it was a win-win!

“Tones! Come on! We gotta go to the store for Wanda! You can leave your lab for 15 minutes and come hang out with your girlfriend, it’s terrible I know.” After seeing how much you really wanted to spend time with him, he relented and came with you. He always set aside the weekends and 2 days after any mission for the both of you, but he had no problem being with you other times, it would be all the time if it was up to him.

On your way there you felt a presence on your ass, “Tony….” You warned. “What?” He asked innocently, “if you can put your icicle hands in my jacket I should be allowed to put mine in your pockets. You sighed and rolled your eyes, but you moved closer and leaned into his touch, secretly liking the closeness his hand in your back pocket brought you.

#marvel #Tony stark #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark x reader #tony stark fluff #tony x reader #Tony fluff

[yuulina-vre]

Vision

Summary: Y/N has visions from time to time. This one, though, is something she never wanted to see in her entire life.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.4k words

warnings: Descriptions of violence and injuries.

Something jostles her lightly, bringing her back from the blissful nothing of sleep. The arm she used as a pillow slowly vanishes from under her head, the mattress beside her dibs a little more, and the cold air hits her sleep warm skin. "Noo…" She moans sleepily, her own hands sluggishly tapping around until they hit the warm firmness of Steve's arm. With a grip much weaker than she would have in an awake state, she grabs it and tries to pull it back. A soft chuckle resounds to her ears. "Sorry, sweetheart. Did I wake you?" She lets a sleepy hum out and tugs on his arm again, surprised that Steve follows her weak attempt. His free hand instantly finds its way into her hair, brushing it softly behind her ear. "I have to go now."

"No."

"No?" He chuckles again, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Though her eyes are still closed, she can picture his amused smile. "'s cold without you."

"Then you should wear something warmer to bed than a top, don't you think?" Would she be more awake and her eyes were open, she would roll them at him. "You're warm, dummy. Would sweat then." Steve laughs softly, tangling his hand into her hair, softly combing through the knots. "Sam and Buck are waiting, though." She mumbles something to herself but peeks her eyes open to blink against the sunlight that streams into the room. Steve is half lying, half sitting on the bed, wearing the smile she has pictured with a soft expression. His wedding band glistened in gold rays through the room. She's always amazed to see it. It's only a month after all that they swore their undying love to each other in front of the whole team and God. "What was that."

"Can wait longer, need cuddles." Steve snorts but still lies down to cuddle up to her. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'm trying not to wake you again and take you out for breakfast when I'm back to make up for leaving you. Sound good?"

"Hmm." She hums already on her way back to sleep, snuggled against his naked chest.

When Steve slips from her the next time, she doesn't wake up entirely but comes to after around ten minutes later. The room is fucking cold without her husband, after all. Grumbling to herself, she buries herself deeper into the blankets piled on the bed, though they don't do much for her comfort. She's not used to sleeping alone anymore, and no warmth the coverings can bring resembles the one Steve's providing. So a bit grumpy, she gets up and dresses in a warm shirt and sweats with fuzzy socks. She steals a sweatshirt from Steve's drawer to pull it on top. It's comforting because his smell is embedded deeply within it.

She walks to the bathroom with a deep sigh to get her hair sorted, and her teeth brushed before she shuffles to the common room. Coffee or tea will make this morning better, and maybe she's lucky, and the others are already awake to entertain her until her breakfast date is due.

Half an hour later, Y/N sits smiling on the couch next to Nat, watching the others banter and tease each other. Nat's laughing, snickering at Clint, who's pouting at something Tony had said. Wanda just looks amused sitting beside Vision, and Tony continues throwing insults around, not meaning them, of course. All the laughing has made her thirsty, so she stands up, brushing some hair out of her face. "I'll get something to drink; you want something?" She pats Na's thigh, but the redhead just shakes her head, so Y/N shrugs to herself and leaves. In the kitchen, she makes a beeline to one of the cupboards where she had discovered Sam's secret stash of snacks and quickly steals something before she walks to the sink to fill a glass with water. Her tea is already empty, and a bit of water might be a good idea. She doesn't want to run to the bathroom every few minutes.

Smiling to herself, she slips back out of the kitchen, chewing on the chocolate but suddenly stops, staying right in the doorway, staring forward. Cold. A cold feeling squeezes her chest tightly, the first and only warning for an oncoming vision. Her sight swims a little, the common room blurring and blending with another scene. She can see trees and grass, almost smell the fresh air. And then the communal room is gone.

Here’s the thing. Y/N isn’t an Avenger; never was and never wants to be. She has visions from time to time, seeing things that are happening or going to happen, but she’s unable to control when or where she gets them. While she’s getting them, she’s unable to do anything. It’s almost like her soul slips out of her body for a moment. Only to show her what’s happening before she comes back to herself. Not a good trait to have in the field. Though Nat and Bucky have both have taught to fight, just in case, she still doesn’t want to be in the field. The warning that accompanies visions is always a cold tightness in her chest that can leave her breathless. There’s only enough time to grab something to hold onto before the scene in front of her starts blurring, and another place forms in her inner eye. She sees some kids playing and people walking. A park? Then Steve’s head pops up. He’s laughing with her brother and Sam as they continue jogging until Steve pats Sam’s shoulder and sprints off. Suddenly he gets a punch into his face. Steve stumbles and falls to the ground, and just as he lands, he gets grabbed by three men and dragged away. It’s as if she sees it through Bucky’s eyes because the trees fly by a lot faster then. Steve’s still too far away; the vision is wonky as her brother runs faster up to her husband. She can’t hear what’s being said, but she can see them smirking and laughing as the men start punching him in the face one after another. From time to time, switching who’s holding Steve up. The moment he gets too heavy to hold, they let him fall to the floor only to start kicking in his stomach and chest. Steve tries to roll into a ball, but he’s already so banged up that there’s not much he can do. She doesn’t want to look at this. Her husband’s lying on the ground as Bucky nears the man, but he’s not moving anymore. A loud crash startles her out of her vision to throw her back into the common room.

She stumbles backward, staring at the broken glass on the ground that must have slipped through her fingers. She barely manages to catch herself in the doorway as she gasps for air. Tears run down her cheeks, and she falls to her knees as panic starts to rise in her head. Is he alright? Is he alive? Her breathing picks up, and her head starts hurting like crazy. She registers faintly how Nat jumps over the back of the couch and runs her. “Y/N? Y/N! What happened?” Y/N only shakes her head, too worked up and unable to tell what she saw. The pictures are still burned into her head, leaving an unsettling feeling of fear in her mind.

“Hey, you need to breathe!” Y/N can feel Nat’s hands on her shoulders, but it does nothing to calm her. Her mind is reeling with what she has seen and worrying about what might have happened to Steve. “Sir!” FRIDAY’s voice chimes in but to Y/N, it’s just a somewhat muffled sound. “Mr. Wilson requested to meet in the med bay.” Y/N gasps again, feeling her chest get tighten. She’s curling forward, clutching her chest in the hope of getting more air into her lungs. “Y/N. Come on, straighten up.” Natasha tries to uncurl her, but there’s no use. On top of her wheezing, tears start to fall as the picture of a hurt Steve repeats itself in her head. “Can we-”

“No. Just go and meet Wilson. We follow when she’s able to breathe.” Nat leans over Y/N, traying everything she can to reassure her that she’s fine as the others leave. “N-Nat…”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“s-St-” Y/N almost chokes on a sob, but Nat is quick to righten her up, so she’s sitting again. As quickly as she can, Natasha slips in behind her, guiding Y/N to lean against her chest, so she has more room to breathe. “It’s alright. Focus on breathing first:”

“N-no… St-Steve is…”

"Y/N!" The doors push open, and Bucky comes running in. he has blood on his shirt and looks disheveled, straight walking up to them and falling on his knees, only barely avoiding the glass shards of the shattered glass. "Buck…" Y/N sobs again at seeing her brother and falls forward, right into his chest. He smells like sweat and blood. The panic returns with full force yet again, and she's gasping for air again. "Shh. I've got you." Bucky's arms encircle her tightly, pressing her to his chest. Her head is right over his heart, and his steady, but slightly faster, heartbeat helps to calm her down somewhat. "s-Steve?" Bucky's silence makes her fear the worst and another sob comes out. "No, no... Peanut, he's alright; he'll make it." His lips immediately press against her head in a reassuring kiss. She just clutches tighter to him, hearing him whisper something to Natasha. "Come on, peanut, talk to me." He rocks her a bit froth and back. Y/N has the feeling of calming down, though her eyes are still squeezed shut and tears are still falling. "I-I s-saw it. T-the men." She can feel Bucky tense against her though his hand motion on her back doesn't falter. "He's alright, peanut. I promise. A bit banged up but alright." Y/N feels his lips against her head again. She buries her hands deeper into his shirt, but she calms down slowly. "Do you want to see him?" All she can do is nod. She doesn't know how long she had been sitting on the ground with Bucky, but her legs feel stiff, not to mention that her head and eyes hurt, as well as her chest. It doesn't stop her, though. She clings to Bucky the whole way, and even when he's still stiff, he tries to comfort her the entire time until they stand in the hallways of the med bay, right in front of Steve's door. The others are around. No one looks concerned anymore, which gives her some kind of hope that it's not as bad as she thought it be. Nat's the one to walk up to her then. She envelops her into a hug and kisses her cheek. "He's fine but asking for you." When Bucky opens the door, Y/N feels herself close to a second panic attack. She wants to see him, but at the same time, she doesn't. Bucky softly pushes her inside, close behind her. When her eyes meet Steve on the bed, she's already on the run, almost but not quite jumping on the bed to bury herself into Steve. She tries to be careful of his injuries, though he still winces a bit. Y/N starts crying immediately again, but Steve doesn't seem to notice because his hand pats her lazily and some kind of sluggish. He looks confused, but then the brightest grin shows up on his face. "You're crying." He states it, still with that big grin on his face. Y/N looks up, her eyes flick from him to Bucky, but her brother is only snorting loudly and leaving the room with a wave. Her eyes immediately go back to Steve's banged-up face. There are all sorts of purples and cut on it; one eye is kind of swollen shut. He has some stitches on his forehead; otherwise, it looks fine. "You're pretty, but my wife's the prettiest." He's still grinning madly, and somehow Y/N has the feeling he has some drugs flooding his system. He looks so adorable, gazing at her that a small watery smile slips past her lips. "What a shame. You're pretty yourself." Steve just shrugs, but the grin continues to stay. His eyes do light up a bit, though. "She's really pretty, like the prettiest and best. I tell you something." He leans up a bit, not by much since he can't do that with a broken rib. Y/N wants to laugh at his low voice and secretive face, but she doesn't. He's already making her feel better; he always does. "What?"

"Come closer, she can't hear!" He waves sluggishly to come closer, almost giving her a punch to the face. She's quick enough to stop his hand from waving, though. "I'm going to marry her." He giggles a bit, but Y/N's just confused. "I thought you two are married." She motions to the ring on his hand, and he stares at it for a moment with a frown as if he just realizes that he's wearing it. "Oh." He looks a bit sad now. Y/N giggles a bit and places a hand on his arm. "I'm sure she would say yes anyway."

"You think so?" He shoots up again, face back to the bright grin and sparkly eyes. Y/N nods at him but frowns as his face falls again, and he slumps back into the bed. "She's such an amazing person. I love her. She's going to be so mad. She hates me in hospitals." Y/N can see that he's blinking a bit more often now. He looks tired, so she just laughs a little and strokes his cheek as his eyes droop. "I promise she won't be mad."

"Yeah?" He doesn't open his eyes, only snuggles deeper into his pillow. "Yeah. I talk to her about it." She doesn't receive an answer, so she just sits for a bit, holding his hand before pressing a kiss to it and standing up. She takes another shaky breath and walks outside. Bucky and Nat are still there, together with Sam, but the others have left already. Y/N walks straight to Bucky and buries her face in his chest. "What's the wrong, peanut?" His voice is full of concern, his hands back to hold her close, probably thinking she's crying again. Instead, she looks up at him with a bright smile. "He's going to marry me. Again." She sees the three shocked faces, but they quickly form, and loud laughter fills the hallway. "So, he's drugged up all alright." Bucky laughs and presses a smacking kiss on Y/N's forehead.

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It had been a pretty quiet evening in the bullpen. Tony and McGee were engaged in a lively conversation:

“I’m telling you, I’m the one she was smiling at”

“She looked me in the eyes when she handed me those letters Probie and her hand brushed mine in the process. She was totally smiling at me”

McGee sighed:

“Why do you care, you’re out of the game anyway”

Tony scoffed

“What do you mean ‘I’m out of the game’ ?”

McGee cleared his throat and said with his most serious face:

“I mean that nobody would be crazy enough to take the risk to flirt with Ziva’s man”. McGee continued with a victorious grin “you had your time. Now your place is on the sideline… bench warmer boy”

Tony jumped from his seat, obviously offended:

“I’m not on the sideline, I am still very much on the field” he scoffed “Tony DiNozzo ? Out of the game ? Ah! You wish ! I can still flirt if I want to and actually, if you wanna know… a lot of women are flirting with me probie !”

McGee smiled and chanted:

“Oh hey Ziva”

Tony’s eyes widened, he jumped and turn around:

“Hey sweetch…”

Nobody was there. Tony turned around upset but relieved that his physical integrity was still safe. He bitterly let out:

“Very funny McHilarious… I’m laughing my ass off…”

McGee walked back to his desk chuckling with pride.

He asked as he sat on his chair:

“By the way, where’s Ziva ? We haven’t seen her all morning”

Tony, still not over the prank that McGee had just played on him, answered:

“Her presence has been requested by Director Vance.”

McGee’s eyebrow raised, Tony continued:

“Her father is visiting for official purposes. She’s been anxious all night yesterday, she hasn’t slept much and this morning she was already gone when I woke up. I really hope he’s not gonna mess her up again”

“Well.. we’re to find out”

With that he nodded in the direction of the elevator from which Ziva had just stepped out. She was not wearing her usual cargo pants, today she was wearing more strict clothes and a pair of heels. Tony’s body stiffened as she rushed inside the bullpen.

“Hey Sweetcheeks”

For only answer, Ziva barked:

“I’M FINE !”

Tony walked closer to her desk while she threw her heels inside one of her desk drawers and took her usual boots out.

“I didn’t ask but I’m glad to know that you’re fine. Who do we have to be upset at ?”

Ziva slammed the drawer and jumped from her chair:

“Don’t want to talk about it!”

And with that she disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

Tony let a long sigh out and said to McGee:

“It’s going to be a great day…”

End of the day

Tony was slowly driving his car through the jammed traffic of D.C.

On the passenger seat, Ziva was quietly looking at the city passing by through the car window.

On the back seat, Tali was squealing as she watched the street lights dancing outside of the car.

Tony could not stop himself from glancing at Ziva, worried about what might be troubling her so deeply.

He tried:

“Still don’t wanna talk about it ?”

Ziva let a long breath out and answered, her eyes still lost in the void:

“Not really…”

It was only when she felt Tony’s hand grabbing hers that she finally glanced at him. He looked at her with a light smile and whispered:

“Come on.. I thought we were past this..”

She kept looking at him, knowing deep down that he was right. They had agreed to tell eachother things. Things that mattered.

To encourage her, he let his thumb brush the skin of her knuckles. She took a deep breath and finally said:

“My father is retiring…”

She left her words hanging, as if she was actually still processing them.

Tony frowned, surprised:

“Wow… that’s… big but.. isn’t that good news ? I thought you would be happy about that”

“It is… it’s just… he came with that woman…” she had insisted on the word ‘that’ “… and I know why she’s here…”

Her mind slowly shifted back to her memory from the evening

“I was in this room surrounded by all those important personalities. SECNAV, CIA director, Secretary of State, Vance… I just felt trapped when I saw him walking in with her. I could not run, I could not show my anger, I could not say anything.”

Tony gave her time to set up her mind before he dared to ask:

“Who?”

“Orli Elbaz. She’s the reason why my parents got divorced… among other things. My father he..”

She paused and quickly brushed her cheek. Tony didn’t flinch and stayed focus on the road in case she was discreetly wiping a tear from her face:

“…he had an affair with her.. of course he was too blinded to see how ambitious she actually was”

She paused again to organize her thoughts:

“You know I always thought that she was the one..”

She paused, swallowing hard before continuing:

“My mom, I always thought that no matter what happened, she would remain the love of his life, the last person he would think about when his time comes”

She stopped herself as she felt things becoming too hard.

Tony tightened his grasp on her hand which took Ziva out from her thoughts. She looked around and realized that the car was now parked in front of their place.

Tony kept his eyes locked on hers for a moment, knowing that she was silently suppressing her own fear that someday he would find someone else to be the love of his life.

He was not talking but his eyes meant more than words ever could. He was there for her, no matter what.

He was about to speak when a shriek raised from the back of the car. Tony glanced at Tali on her car seat., she threw him her most charming smile. He couldn’t help but chuckle. He turned back to Ziva, kissed the back of her hand and said:

“Come on, let’s go home. Someone is getting a little bit impatient”

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The next day - bullpen

The team had been busy all morning with their current investigation. Tony, Ziva and McGee were standing in front of the plasma screen in the middle of the squad room, debating on their potential suspects, when movements on top of the stairs caught Ziva’s attention.

Her father was standing on top of the stairs, discussing with Vance. Ziva looked at the scene with concerns. The squad room soon became quiet as both Tony and McGee were glancing at Ziva. Her eyes soon turned darker when Orli joined her father. Her jaw clenched as she noticed her father’s arm brushing Orli’s back. She hated to see them together but more than that, she hated to see any kind of affection gesture between them.

As Ziva saw them walk down the stairs, she tried her best to get her attention back on the plasma screen. McGee’s voice called:

“Ziva ? Are you okay ?”

She gasped:

“Yes.. yes McGee I’m fine, sorry… continue”

She wished she could have just disappeared when she heard her father clearing his throat a few seconds later.

She glanced at him:

“Aba…”

Eli opened his arms.

Ziva’s embarrassment was obvious. She reluctantly walked to her father and hugged him before she said:

“Aba.. I’m sorry we are in the middle of something here. Can we…”

“I won’t disturb you long. I just wanted to invite you and Tony for dinner tonight..”

Ziva glanced at Orli. She felt the anger rising in her chest.

She knew why her father wanted to set up a dinner.

She knew that he was planning on announcing to her that Orli was not here only as his deputy director, she was here because she would soon become the new head of Mossad.

Things had not been made official yet but she was not stupid.

Ziva sighed:

“Aba, we have a lot of work to do… I don’t think…”

But Eli cut her off:

“Come on Ziva.. It’s Shabbat. I want to celebrate it with my daughter and my granddaughter. Please. Let this be the first stone that will pave my retirement path”

Ziva looked at him for a long moment before she finally took a deep breath and said:

“Fine..”

Eli smiled and landed a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. He nodded at Tony before turning on his heels.

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The car stopped in front of the big house. It was a pretty house with a porch, but nothing fancy. It was looking exactly like the other houses in the neighborhood and it was actually the point. Tony looked at the house and scoffed:

“Vance knows how to accommodate his guests. That house must cost more than the entire NAVY Yard annual salary”

On the passenger seat, Ziva was quiet, lost in a void. Tony glanced at her. She had been strangely quiet all day. One could have thought that this was a good thing but Tony knew that her quietness was hiding something deeper.

He knew her enough to know that Ziva had two ways to deal with her anxiety. Most of the time, he had seen her upset or angry, behaving like a lion in a cage, ready to jump at the throat of anyone who would dare to make a sudden move. And the one he had seen the least, the one when she was withdrawing into silence. It was the one he was dreading the most because what she could say out loud could never be as bad as what was happening in her mind.

He grabbed her hand on her thigh and said:

“You have one word to say and I’m driving us back home”

And to his great surprise, she smiled. It was faint but it was there. Her right hand covered his and she said:

“I’m fine. I have to do it… For Tali”

He admired her. Her capacity to put her own feelings aside for the people she loved was unconditional. Her love for their daughter was unconditional.

She grabbed the handle of the car and opened the door to exit when she was dragged back inside. Her gasp was soon muted but Tony’s lips sealed on hers. She made the kiss last for a moment until they both needed some air. She opened her eyes and Tony whispered:

“I love you”

He could not assure her that she would feel better after tonight. He could not promise her that things would be alright. But at that moment, the only thing he wanted her to know was that his love for her was undeniable.

Her previous faint smile grew wider.

Tony grabbed an impatient Tali on the car seat and they walked to the safe house porch. They stopped in front of the door.

Tony asked:

“Do you have a secret knock or a secret password to make them open the door ? Something only ninja like you are passing from generations to generations ?”

Ziva chuckled:

“Yes, but if I tell you, I’ll have to kill you”

With that, Ziva simply knocked on the front door and waited for someone to open.

Tony’s disappointment was written on his face. He grumbled:

“You could have at least pretended”

The door opened on a man in a suit. Tony stepped inside but was soon stopped by the man’s arm on his chest. He said with a strong middle east accent:

“I have to search you”

Ziva let out:

“Are you kidding me ?”

The man remained impassive.

Tony mouthed: “don’t” as if he knew what was coming next, but the man ignored him.

As Ziva tried to walk past him, his hand grabbed her arm.

Tony gasped and shook his head, knowing how upset this would make Ziva.

Tony hid Tali’s eyes to prevent her from seeing her mother’s wrath.

Ziva looked at her arm, still in the bodyguard’s hand and leveled her gaze to his. She said in hebrew:

“If you want to use that hand again, I suggest you take it off and let us in. Now!”

Ziva kept her death glare on him until a man’s voice barked in hebrew.

“Avi! Let them come in ! It’s too cold outside for a child”

The man jumped and released Ziva’s arm.

Ziva and Tony walked in.

As he past in front of the bodyguard, Tony placed Tali’s diaper bag on his hand and gave him a tap on the shoulder:

“appreciate it”

The bodyguard stayed dumbstruck in the middle of the hallway with the diaper bag in his hands.

——————————————————————————

Ziva came back from the kitchen with Tali’s bottle in hand. She froze when she saw the scene happening in the living room. She stepped behind the wall to keep looking without being seen. In the living room, Eli was playing with his granddaughter, chasing her around and making her squeal with excitement. Her walk was still unsteady but she was getting more confident with every step. She still needed to grab furniture to keep her balance sometimes.

Her little body swayed and she grabbed the nearest table leg, still giggling with excitement. Her eyes stopped on the chessboard that was displayed on the table.

Eli knelt next to her:

“It’s beautiful, uh?”

Eli grabbed one of the knights and showed it to her.

He asked:

“Do you play, Tony ?”

Tony, who was looking at them from the sofa, adjusted his position and said:

“Hm.. haven’t played in a while to be honest..”

Eli grabbed the chessboard and Tali’s hand and walked back to the sofa:

“Oh come on.. how do you Americans say that… it is like a bike, right ?”

Tony chuckled at Ziva’s similarity with her father:

“Like riding a bike, yes”

Behind the wall Ziva smiled. She looked at her father, placing Tali on his lap and carefully explaining to her how to play. Tali was surely not understanding what he was telling her, but she was not missing one bit of her grandfather’s words. She was mesmerized by it as if he was telling her the most beautiful story she had ever heard.

Eli moved one of his pawn and said:

“my youngest daughter, your aunt, she was very good at this. Your mother, not so much” He laughed “She did not have the patience for that. She needed action. Some things never change, right ?”

Tony chuckled. Patience was surely not one of Ziva’s biggest qualities.

Eli continued:

“Oh yeah, my Tali was great at this game. She was very clever, you know. Always reading books and learning new things. I’m sure you will be as clever as she was. You have that same look on your face. One day, I will teach you how to play chess and you will be even better than me and your dad”

On the other side of the wall, Ziva smiled as she saw her daughter being so captivated. She had to admit that he was right. Tali had that same amazed look on her face that her younger sister had. She was curious just like her sister was and already very clever.

Ziva sniffed and wiped a tear from her cheek.

Tony who was still not seeing Ziva coming back, called:

“Ziva ? Are you okay ? Do you need a hand ?”

That’s when Ziva reappeared with a baby bottle in hand.

Tali’s eyes enlightened as she saw her mother walking in. She raised her arms in her direction when she noticed the bottle.

Eli chuckled:

“uh.. greedy are we ? That’s your DiNozzo side, am I right ?”

Tony smiled. Ziva sat on the sofa next to him and sighed:

“You have no idea”

Ziva held the bottle to Tali, still on her grandfather’s lap.

As Eli was focused on Tali, Tony placed a hand on Ziva’s thigh and whispered:

“You okay ?”

He was not a fool and he could still see Ziva’s watery eyes.

She kept her eyes on her daughter and nodded with a smile:

“yes.. yes I’m fine”

That scene was something she never thought she would be able to see and at the same time, something she had been craving to see, her entire life.

——————————————————————————

The evening unfolded. Tali had been covered with gifts from her grandpa, but not only. Old friends, distant family members or old coworkers, everyone wanted to offer a little something to Ziva David’s daughter. The announcement of Tali’s birth had been like a little event for everyone knowing her.

Eli checked his watch. The sun would soon be setting. He invited Tony and Ziva to go to the dining room.

There, a beautiful table was set, with a white tablecloth, gold under plate and silver cutlery.

At the end of the table were sitting 2 challahs and 3 candles on beautiful candlesticks.

Ziva noticed that one was significantly shorter than the other ones.

Eli walked to his chair at the end of the table and stood behind it. He looked at Tali on Ziva’s arms and said:

“One day, you’ll be old enough to light the candles and say the prayers. But for now, your ima will take care of that task. Ziva…” He pointed at the candles “Would you give me the honor to light the shabbat candles?”

She swallowed hard. It has been a while since the last time she lit the shabbat candles up or did anything related to religion. The last time she did, her little sister was actually sitting in front of her at the dinner table. She grabbed the box of matches and took one out. She looked at it, still not sure if she could do it. She looked at the candles for a moment and she understood. All three candles had a different size. One for Ziva, one for her sister and one for her daughter. The past, the present and the future. Three different candles, soon linked by the warm light of a flame. Ziva struck the match and lit all three candles. She moved her hands over the candles and then covered her eyes to recite the blessing. Eli looked at his daughter with great pride and closed his eyes to pray.

——————————————————————————

As the blessings were done, the dinner started.

Tony and Eli talked about various subjects. Only Ziva remained silent and Tony had noticed it.

On her high chair Tali soon yawned and rubbed her eyes.

Ziva checked her watch:

“I should go put her in her bed. Is there a room I could use to set up her bed ?”

Eli said:

“Yes sure, Avi will show you the way”

As Ziva stood up, Tony jumped from his seat:

“No, stay… I’m gonna take care of her”

She knew what Tony had in mind. She sat back as Tony picked Tali up from her chair.

“Say bye grandpa”

The little girl waved her hand and chanted:

“bah! bah!”

“Good night Tali”

Tony leaned forward to let Ziva kiss her daughter and he disappeared.

As Tony exited, Eli started:

“That smile…”

Ziva smile:

“She has her father’s smile..” she sighed “... and she already knows how to use it”

Eli laughed:

“I could never resist yours or your sister’s smile and I often got in trouble with your mother for that”

As Ziva remained silent, Eli grabbed her hand on the table:

“Thank you Ziva”

As he saw her astonished expression Eli continued:

“Having my family gathered around a table for shabbat, this is everything I always wanted to see.” He paused “This is for those moments that I am retiring Ziva”

Ziva swallowed hard, her body tensed. Eli let a long pause set as he saw it:

“I guess that you know why Orli is here”

Ziva did not say a word, she was avoiding his look.

He knew Ziva’s low esteem for Orli, but he continued:

“She will be perfect for the job. She will continue the work I have started. I know you have your reason to dislike her but.. ”

Ziva cut him off:

“This has nothing to do with what I think about her. You know how ambitious she is, you knew she could never say no to you, and you know that by choosing her, you will be able to keep taking decisions through her.”

Eli tried:

“Ziva…”

But Ziva did not let him finish. Even though she was keeping her composure, she needed to get things out of her system:

“You are lying to yourself if you think that you’ll be done with Mossad after you retire, you are lying to me. You’ve said it to me when I was young ‘you can never step away from a job like this'’”

As he heard Tony coming back, Eli rubbed his daughter’s hand and let out:

“Well, I am only asking you to give me a chance to prove you wrong”

Tony entered the room and collapsed on his chair:

“Well, she was exhausted, she was already asleep by the time I turned the third page of ‘goodnight moon’. What did I miss ?”

Eli grabbed the bottle of wine to pour some in Tony’s glass and said:

“Nothing, Ziva and I were just.. discussing future and how Tali got your smile”

Tony took a sip:

“The DiNozzo's smile, uh.. And did Ziva tell you how much she can’t resist it ?”

Ziva scoffed:

“That is very rich coming from you, who can’t resist anything she does”

“What can I say, I’m weak when it comes to my daughter”

“We all are” said Eli “When that one was only 5” he pointed at Ziva ”she asked me for a pony. I said, ‘no Ziva, you can’t have a pony’, she looked at me with her eyes full of tears for the entire day..” he sighed “2 days later, I was coming home with a pony. You should have seen the death glare her mother threw me”

Tony laughed:

“Oh I think I can picture it, just fine”

Ziva’s phone suddenly cut short to the conversation. She looked at the name on the screen and said:

“It’s Gibbs..”

“uh-oh.. That’s not good”

Ziva answered:

“Yes Gibbs… uh-uh… okay, fine”

She hung up the phone:

“We have to go”

“The Navy butcher ?” asked Tony

“Yes, they found a new body”

Tony sighed as he stood up:

“damn, I just put Tali to bed ! Serial killers really don’t have respect for anything!”

Eli said:

“It’s okay, let her sleep, you can come and pick her up tomorrow”

Ziva gasped:

“I don’t think this is a good idea..”

Eli argued:

“Come on, Ziva, I can take care of her, I already took care of David girls, I’m sure I’ll be fine”

Ziva was about to argue when Tony whispered:

“Come on Ziva, she’ll be fine, she won’t even realize we left”

Ziva took a moment to think. She was definitely not fond of the idea of leaving her daughter here but they did not have many possibilities anyway. She finally agreed:

“Fine, but you call me if anything happens okay”

Eli could not hide his smile:

“She’ll be fine, now go”

Ziva and Tony grabbed their jackets and rushed to the car. Ziva could not resist shouting her father:

“You call me!”

Eli waved from the threshold and walked back inside.

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11.30pm

A flash of light broke the darkness of the night. Tony looked at the picture he had just taken and took another picture of the dead body that was just taken out of the water. The cold breeze made him shiver. He grumbled and took another picture. His attention was soon dragged to Ziva, standing a few feet away from him. She had been pretty distracted since they arrived at the crime scene or actually since they left her father’s safe house. She was checking her phone, her body betraying her current state of nervousness.

Tony glaced at Gibbs to make sure that he was busy and he walked to Ziva. He started with a soft voice:

“Gibbs’ not gonna like this, you know”

Ziva barely took her eyes from her phone:

“Like what ?”

He could feel in her voice that she did not care about Gibbs at the moment. He continued:

“What’s wrong ?”

Ziva’s tongue clicked:

“It’s my father… he’s not answering”

Ziva always had that anxiety when it came to leaving their daughter with someone she was not used to being with.

He walked closer to her, his shoulder pressed against her and said:

“And he’s not answering because contrary to us, he’s probably asleep by now” he paused, seeing that his words were not making her feel less anxious . “Come one, Tali is okay. She’s asleep in her comfortable bed with her favorite warm blanket, having the sweetest dreams and the faster we are done with this crime scene, the faster we’ll get back to her and go sleep in our comfortable bed”

Ziva stayed quiet. She hoped that Tony was right, but she could not get that weird feeling out of her chest.

She followed him back to the dead body when her phone rang.

She took it out of her pocket in a swift movement and opened the newest message.

Tony instantly recognized that faint smile that grew wider on her face. He walked back to her and looked over her shoulder:

“See… what did I say ? Comfortably sleeping in her bed”

On Ziva’s phone, a picture of Tali was displayed. She was asleep, holding tight on her blanket with her thumb in her mouth.

Ziva glanced one last time at the picture and got back to work.

But that heavyweight never fully left her chest.

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4am.

The body had just been removed from the crime scene but a big crowd of investigators and forensic analysts were still milling around to find any kind of clue that could lead them to their serial killer.

The NCIS van gave way to a black SUV that was coming in and it finally pulled away, his flashing lights lighting up the night.

McGee looked at the black SUV and the man who just walked out of it:

“What is Vance doing here ?”

Tony and Ziva turned to look in the SUV direction.

Vance was now engaged in a conversation with Gibbs.

Tony said:

“Well.. it’s the third body that we’re taking out of the Potomac in one month.. I don’t think SecNav is gonna let him sleep soundly until we catch the guy.. and that means neither will we”

Ziva looked more closely at Vance's attitude and that’s when he quickly locked eyes with her. He instantly made sure to avoid her look. It was only until Gibbs did exactly the same that she felt her heart stop. She took a step forward:

“He’s not here for the case”

She rushed to them, leaving McGee and Tony behind, not sure of what she meant.

She planted herself in front of the director and did not give him a chance to talk. She almost barked:

“What happened?”

Gibbs tried:

“Ziva..”

But she was not inclined to listen to him.

She repeated:

“What happened?”

Tony and McGee who were now behind her were listening.

Vance tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible in those circumstances:

“There was an attack”

A rush of adrenaline overwhelmed Ziva. She didn’t know what exactly happened but she knew that her entire world had just collapsed.

Tony, who was trying to process Leon’s words, asked:

“What ? What happened ? Where’s Tali ?”

The look that he then saw on Vance’s face turned his blood to ice.

Vance could not bring himself to say those words. He simply said:

“We’ll do everything to get her back, I promise”

The only word that came out of Tony’s mouth as he realized that his child had been abducted was a desperate:

“No”

Tony’s mind rushed in every direction. Ziva was standing stoically. She had not said a word and as everyone knew, it was never a good sign. The calm before the storm.

And the storm finally hit right away. Without a word, Ziva rushed to her car. Gibbs tried to call “ZIVA!” but in vain. There was nothing that could stop her now. Tony followed her and jumped on the passenger seat before the tires started screeching.

Vance looked at Gibbs. They did not need to talk to know each other’s thoughts. Vance only nodded and Gibbs and McGee rushed to their car to follow Tony and Ziva.

#ncis #tony dinozzo #ziva david #tiva #cotedepablo #michaelweatherly #tali david dinozzo #tivali #fanfiction #ncis fanfiction #cote de pablo

[totheblood]

two slow dancers | p.p.

chapter 2: too frail for me to touch

summary: y/n stark has always hated peter parker but her hate is taken to a new level when she finds out he’s the soul heir to her dad’s legacy. sadly, its up to these two angsty teenagers to protect the world and they cant do that if they’re fighting all the time.

or

y/n beats peter’s ass and he likes it

enemies to lovers, slow burn

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: mention of death, peter is really sad so...

Peter knew you hated him but he never hated you in the way you hated him.

Peter actually really liked you the first time you met. Your hair was always shiny and neat, and you always smelt clean, like lavender and oranges. Whenever he got close to you, the air around you seemed to get warmer and he could feel his heartbeat beat in tune with yours. You were always well put together, in matching outfits and accessories and Peter liked that you looked like you had it all under control. He could tell you were smart when you spoke because even he had trouble keeping up with you. You built your own suit with your dad and had even touched up some of his, and he knew that it took a brilliant mind to do that. When he first met you he thought you were absolutely perfect, until you opened your mouth.

If someone had thought Tony Stark was bad, they obviously hadn’t met his daughter, Peter thought to himself. Your wit and intelligence was wasted on making quips about Peter’s inability to meet your standards. Sure, you looked pretty, but you mostly used that to hold yourself in higher regards than most people. When you trained with him, you hit him hard in the places you knew he was weak, and then refused to help him back up. You were perfect on the outside, but on the inside you were just a complete mess.

Peter tried to give you the benefit of doubt, knowing your dad was extremely hard on you, but you made it difficult sometimes. He originally thought maybe you could bond over the fact that you were both so good at utterly disappointing Tony, but that had never worked out because he was such a sore subject when it came to you. Everytime he would try to bring up how difficult a training session was for him or how bad he felt about messing up the mission, you would roll your eyes at him and walk away. He tried so hard to understand you because he felt so bad for you. He knew you were under so much pressure and he knew just how much Tony expected from you, so he tried to show you kindness. But every outstretched hand, you slapped away.

His relationship with Tony was rocky too and he never understood why he stuck around. Maybe it’s because he longed for a fatherly connection after losing Ben or maybe it was because he felt like he had to look out for you, but whatever the reason was, he didn’t understand it. Tony expected so much from him and Peter was sure he was on his way to breaking. It was true that at first Tony only wanted Peter to go on patrol and not on missions, but after what happened with Vulture, he demanded a lot more of his time. He was thrown into training while still being expected to keep up with school work and patrolling, and Peter could feel his strength slip away.

Peter often thought about what it would be like if you two were close. He once caught you baking Wanda’s favorite cookies after she lost her brother and the thought of you even being slightly tender with him warmed his heart. The nicest thing you had ever done for him was use an ice pack on him after a particularly rough fight he had with your father. You had pressed the cold plastic to his skin where his bruises were already starting to heal. He was the closest he had ever been to you and he could see all the different colors in your eyes. Your lips were parted and he could hear your jagged breaths as you attempted to heal each bruise you saw scattered among his face. You gave him a small smile, the only smile you had ever given him, and he returned the favor. But as quickly as the intimate moment began, it ended. You looked like you were knocked out of a trance as you stood up and left the now sweating ice pack in Peter’s hands. You were harsh and hard to understand but Peter did try to see the good in you.

However, Peter couldn’t bring himself to forgive you today. His nights had been endless since Tony’s passing, like the darkness lasted longer than any day ever had. He wasn’t sleeping, he just kept searching. Ever since your father died Peter had been grasping at straws trying to find a way to bring back the man who had taken him under his wing his freshman year of high school. Peter was so tired of loss and grieving that he decided he wouldn’t anymore. He had distracted himself from the inevitable pain he knew would come to him if he even thought for more than a second about your dad. And honestly, it was concerning. He just looked like he wasn’t sleeping, with his puffy and red eyes and his friends were getting worried. MJ and Ned had decided to take shifts monitoring Peter’s habits just so they could stay on track with his progress, and right now, it wasn’t looking that great. Ned noted that he hadn’t eaten a solid meal in three days and MJ realized he was pulling his hair out which was now becoming more evident by the growing bald patch on the left side of his upper neck. Their planned movie nights were coming to a shortstop and May was getting worse at ignoring Peter’s sobs at 3am.

May had always been there for Peter, but she was having trouble this time. He had lost so much and even she had trouble being optimistic about the situation at hand. Peter had lost just his third father and he wasn’t even a legal adult yet. All she wanted to do was protect him from the world and she was beginning to feel like she wasn’t cut out for this job. She packed him lunches everyday, washed all his clothes, and cleaned his room, just to try and give him some sense of comfort but she knew it was doing nearly nothing. His lunches were untouched, his clothes always ended up in a mess around the floor, and he had just recently started locking his door before leaving the apartment. May was trying, but nothing was working.

The first day of school she thought maybe something would change for Peter. That he would get back into the groove of things and maybe get pulled from this depression he was in. She knew that it was probably a long shot but all May had at this point was hope. She hoped every day for a miracle to happen, and for Ben or Tony, or even Peter’s dad to walk through the door and say “Hey son, I missed you.” and pull Peter out of whatever whirlwind of emotions he was feeling, but that was hope, and she was starting to feel like hope was for suckers. So she packed Peter an extra large lunch and shoved it into his hands as he made his way out the door with a kiss on the forehead and a half-assed thumbs up.

Peter felt like he was ruining things. He could sense that his attitude was worrying everyone and he honestly felt extremely guilty about it. It wasn’t like he enjoyed sulking, or pulling his hair out, but he was stressed and trying his best to just get by. Every invitation and packed lunch was like a punch in the gut because there were still people out there who cared about him and all he could do was worry about what he lost. He knew that these people would lie themselves flat out on the ground for him to walk over and yet he was still upset. But it was today, Peter decided that he would try and change and so with May’s lunch and forehead kiss, he gave her a smile and a quiet “Thanks.” as he left for school.

When he got to school he knew he wanted to find MJ and Ned and apologize to them. He knew what they were doing and it was about time he stopped giving them a reason to worry, so when he heard Ned’s voice among the crowd entering the school, he ran towards it, finally feeling the excitement he had been missing the entire summer. However, that excitement was cut short when he ran into you and knocked you straight off your feet.

He knew you didn’t like him. He knew you hated him. But he didn’t realize you hated him that much. He was having trouble meeting your eyes because all he saw was Tony, and all he felt was Tony, and he was unsure if he could handle that today. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would be coming back to school because if it had, he might have not come. It was hard enough being tackled at Tony’s wake by you, but seeing you now, hurting again because of him, he felt awful. But when you said “You made me drop all my shit and I’ll be damned if I lose another thing because of you.” he couldn’t help but feel his stomach drop.

Peter was already carrying around the weight of Tony’s death on his shoulders, but he never thought he would be blatantly told by his daughter that it was his fault. It was like all the emotions he had been hiding in the back side of his brain were all coming to light and he was becoming increasingly unstable. He tried to mumble an apology to you but a small part of him already knew that it wouldn’t do anyone any good. Things started to blur around him and next thing he knew, you were making your way down the hallway and he knew he wouldn’t be able to finish the day without having a breakdown. So Peter shakily picked up all his stuff and made his way home.

He could tell he looked crazy as he walked down the city sidewalk that was littered with trash. His eyes were swollen and he didn’t have any free hands to wipe away the tears that were free falling or the snot that was making it hard to breathe. He was gripping his papers and textbooks so tightly that his knuckles were turning white and he was praying that his legs would somehow get him home soon because if not he might just have had to break down right there on the sidewalk. But he made it, and the moment he did he dropped all his belongings on the floor as he let the back of his head hit the cool metal of his front door as he let out a sob.

May came running out of her room and after examining Peter she immediately pulled him into her arms. She wrapped her thin arms firmly around his head pulling her close to her chest as she stroked the curls on his head, doing her best to comfort him. Once again, Peter was a child, and although it was an awful sight to see this sweet boy cry, she smiled because she could work with the childlike side of Peter who needed a lot of hugs and horror movies to feel better. Peter was wetting her shirt with his tears and grabbing at the fabric, doing his best to not tear into her skin.

“I killed him, it’s all my fault.” Peter sobbed, causing May to pull away violently to look in his eyes, but he wasn’t giving.

“Peter, look at me.” May said firmly, using her index finger to lift Peters chin so he could meet her eyes. And he did, reluctantly, but eventually and that was good enough for May. “It is not your fault Tony Stark died. You had no part in that. Where did you even get that idea?”

Some part of Peter knew it wasn’t his fault and it was your dad’s decision to sacrifice himself for the world, but you were the one blaming him, and as far as he was concerned, you were the only one who had a say in this matter. You had lost the most and you were entitled to blame whoever you wanted and Peter felt awful seeing your face at school today.

“B-but Y-Y/-” Peter started, but May didn’t let him finish.

“Y/N Stark is hurting, but she doesn’t know what she is talking about and has no right saying that to you.” May’s short speech was convincing enough for Peter to want to set it aside for the night. Him and May got ice cream and watched horror movies all day and he was finally feeling like he was recovering from his episode this morning.

That was until he went into his room that night and finally checked his phone.

Y/N Stark: srry for yelling at u today, just a bad day i guess.. do you want to come over for dinner at my house tomorrow night? morgan wants to see u.

(¬_¬)ゞ♥︎ˀˀ ...

a/n: hey... another chapter... i dont like this chapter cause i dont like writing a sad peter... he's had enough... ANYWAYS i would love feedback and i am so ecstatic that you guys like it ???? i was so shocked, but if you want to be added to the taglist so u can be notified when there is a new chapter, let me know!! all love always, star...

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[hailing-stars]

no place like home (ao3 link)

“For fuck’s sake,” said Fake Mr. Stark. His arm turned glowy, only for a second, and then it was covered in blue and silver armor.

One fast movement and he seized Peter’s arm.

“Stop,” he ordered, with a dangerous chill lacing his voice.

Peter stilled, though his breaths still came fast and heavy, and Fake Mr. Stark released him, with a soft shove. He tried to reel it in. His breathing. His panic. The tears he fought back, and the fatigue that threatened to overtake him. He felt like… someone else. Younger. He felt stupid.

He lost the battle to remain sitting up, and let his head slump against the window, where he idly watched as they passed building after building, speeding off somewhere unknown, somewhere away from May and Ned and MJ and the real Mr. Stark.

OR

Peter Parker is kidnapped and forced to survive in a darker universe, one that is ruled by a darker Tony Stark. The people he leaves behind struggle with not knowing what happened to him, eventually prompting Tony (our Tony) to reunite the Avengers to bolster the search efforts.

read after undercut 

A man stepped out of a car, and a ring slipped off his finger.

It hit the concrete with a bounce, with a quiet noise nobody except Peter could hear. He stopped, in his tracks, with both his hands clasped around the straps of his backpack. He wasn’t in a hurry to reach Midtown High, where an exam waited for him in his first period English Lit class, but maybe he should have been.

He’d replay that day, over and over, many times in the future, and imagine what might have happened if he hadn’t stopped. If he’d kept walking. If he’d made it, somehow, safely to school. But those were just fantasies. Future Peter knew there wasn’t anything, really, that could have stopped something as inevitable as Tony Stark getting his own way.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Stark,” said Peter, tearing his attention away from the ring sitting in the ditch, and forcing his eyes to meet Mr. Stark’s sunglasses. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

Peter’s ears began to ring. The little hairs on his arm stood straight up. His spidey senses scratched and clawed at him, begging him to listen.

“I was in the neighborhood,” he told him. “Thought my favorite spider-ling might need a ride to school.”

“Oh,” said Peter. He scanned the street, looking for the threat, but there was nothing. No aliens falling from the sky, not even a petty criminal searching for a purse to snatch. There was nothing, no one, except for Peter and Mr. Stark.

“You feelin’ alright there, Pete?”

“Yeah,” he said. He shook his head, trying to shake the dread away. “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

“Good,” said Mr. Stark, hitting him with a smile that looked a bit out of place. He put his hand on the open car door. “Come on, I have a suit upgrade I wanna show you on the way.”

“Awesome.”

A warm breeze combed through his hair as he climbed into Mr. Stark’s car, out of the sunny day and into the dim lighting and air conditioning of the sleek, black Audi.

It’d been a beautiful day for a kidnapping.

Too gorgeous, actually.  

Peter never imagined horrible things could happen on a day like that one. Not before, at least, when his world had been colored in brights that had nothing to do with what the weather was up to outside.

After he saw the world in drab, dull greys, and occasionally but still too often, splashes of dark red.

Peter clicked his seatbelt into place just as Mr. Stark shut the door behind him. The Audi rejoined traffic automatically, without a driver, and before Peter could ask why Happy wasn’t driving them, Mr. Stark handed him a metal bracelet. It glowed with the same shade of blue as an arc reactor. He accepted it, and handled it with care, as if it were very fragile and it might break if he breathed on it the wrong way.

“Do me a favor and put that on,” said Mr. Stark.

He slid it on his wrist without hesitation and admired the way it looked on his arm. “Oh, cool. Is this the upgrade? Is it nanotech?”

“Something like that.” Mr. Stark tapped his phone a couple of times, and the bracelet shrank until it secured, tight, around Peter’s wrist.

An eerie calm pulsed through Peter’s body, numbing his distressed spidey sense, but somehow, kindling a deep sentiment of unease. He didn’t like feeling trapped. Something that Mr. Stark knew, and this bracelet, whatever it was, felt suffocating.

“Hey,” said Peter, his head snapped up as the Audi turned. “I think there’s something wrong with your nav system. Midtown is the other way.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my tech, Petey,” said Mr. Stark. “You’re not going to school today.”

Peter blinked. “But I have a Lit test.”

Mr. Stark let out a booming laugh, a sound so uncharacteristic and dark that it sent chills down Peter’s spine.

He frowned, confused, and let his back hit the car’s seat, unable to resist a wave of drowsiness that attacked him out of nowhere. Peter watched Mr. Stark, his heart thumping away, as the man took off his sunglasses and met his stare. It was an instant revelation. The truth sat there in the cold and empty eyes of this man somehow wearing Mr. Stark’s face.

A rush of adrenaline shook the tiredness away. He tugged at the bracelet locked around his wrist, but it wouldn’t budge. He pulled at the car door handle in vain, and when that didn’t work, resorted to using his fists, attempting to smash the windows open. His fist blared with pain, but the window remained intact.

“So dramatic, aren’t you?” said Fake Mr. Stark, in a bored tone. “Just relax, kid, we’ll be home in a jiffy.”

“Home?” asked Peter, unable to keep the tired, whiny panic from dripping into his voice.

“Yep, your real home.” He quipped.

Peter took a deep breath in. He needed to think, but his thoughts swirled around in a misty haze as the tiredness crept back in.

Think, he urged himself, come on Spider-Man.

He was stuck in a car with a maniac who looked like Mr. Stark. They were driving further and further away from the streets Peter was familiar with, and he’d willingly imprisoned himself with some kind of bracelet that was zapping his powers, turning him into an exhausted and powerless shell of himself.

That last word, powerless, floated around in his foggy mind, drifted in and out of his consciousness until a cord snapped deep inside him and he was desperately scratching and clawing at his own skin, until his wrist started to peel and bleed.

“For fuck’s sake,” said Fake Mr. Stark. His arm turned glowy, only for a second, and then it was covered in blue and silver armor.

One fast movement and he seized Peter’s arm.

“Stop,” he ordered, with a dangerous chill lacing his voice.

Peter stilled, though his breaths still came fast and heavy, and Fake Mr. Stark released him, with a soft shove. He tried to reel it in. His breathing. His panic. The tears he fought back, and the fatigue that threatened to overtake him. He felt like… someone else. Younger. He felt stupid.

He lost the battle to remain sitting up, and let his head slump against the window, where he idly watched as they passed building after building, speeding off somewhere unknown, somewhere away from May and Ned and MJ and the real Mr. Stark.

Peter’s eyes fluttered, but he fought to keep them from closing.

“Please just let me go,” said Peter, forcing the words out, thinking about May coming home from work, thinking about her watching the sky grow darker and darker, waiting for him to return.

“Don’t beg, Pete,” he told him. “It’s beneath you.”

“Who are you, even?”

Mr. Stark turned and looked at him. “Oh, that’s right. How rude of me. I guess we haven’t officially met. I’m Tony Stark.”

“No you’re –“

“-not your Tony Stark. Can you imagine? What a miserable man that guy turned out to be,” he said. “No, not him. I’m Tony Stark, but better. Some might say superior, even.”

“Not me,” said Peter, with a raspy voice, a definite sign his body was giving up, no matter how badly he fought to stay awake. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh really? You wouldn’t?” he asked, an eyebrow raised, and with a hint of shock “Well, you will.”  

“Don’t hold your breath.”

Fake Mr. Stark smirked. “Why don’t you take a nap? You seem a little grumpy.”

Peter channeled his remaining energy into shooting Fake Mr. Stark a glare. He took a slow, steadying breath, then frowned again.

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense,” said Peter. “There can’t be two –“

“Stop fighting it,” he cut him off. “Just make it easy on yourself and go to sleep. First trip through the multiverse is hell, even for someone like me.”

“…Multiverse?”

His head swam and remembered, or tried to, the conversation he and his Mr. Stark had had about the possibility of a multiverse. Not something we’ll ever have to worry about. That’s what Real Mr. Stark had said. Peter heard it, heard the memory, and saw the man with kinder eyes and a warmer voice, reassuring him. As his eyes slipped shut, he managed to convince himself that this was all just a nightmare.

Until the cold voice came back.

“That’s a good man,” said the imposter, as if Peter were choosing to fall asleep all on his own. “It’ll all make sense when you wake up.”

But Fake Mr. Stark was a liar.

#irondad fic #my fic #Peter parker #Tony stark #kidnapped Peter parker

[lomlwintersoldier]

“Mine. Mine to Me.”

Word Count: 1494

A/N: jfc I have missed writing- tfatws has reignited my love for marvel and for Bucky so hopefully I can push out a few more oneshots/drabble/chapters in between classes. Although for the time being, I only want to write stories where Tony, Steve, and Natasha still exist :( as far as I care, endgame didn’t happen. 

This one was inspired by the line from the new Jungle book :)

97 days.

That’s how long you’d been on this mission, one long, painfully unbroken stretch of time. 97 days without seeing home or any recognizable face except for Natasha’s. And the days seemed to stretch longer and longer as time went on and at this point, you couldn’t wait to leave. 

You’d spend most of the winter in the harsh mountains of Serbia, gathering intel and running supplies to an abandoned factory building that the Avengers hoped to turn into a base. Tony trusted the two of you to shape the compound in his image but, damn, were you tired of it. Thankfully though, you and Natasha were slated to leave today, both of you anxiously waiting to make the journey home. 

“You doing okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

You give her a wounded smile, nodding. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just can’t wait to go home.” 

“Me neither.” She gives your hand a comforting squeeze as she walks off to check the perimeter, ensuring that the building was still abandoned. 

You continue packing up yours and Natasha’s things, although neither of you had brought more than a few changes of clothes and some basic toiletries. HYDRA had taught both of you how to exist on nearly nothing. 

Natasha strides back in as you finish cleaning up and you wordlessly hand her her pack. 

“Let’s head out,” you state. 

She nods and the both of you make the long hike back to the hidden quinjet you’d left 3 months ago. It was about a day's hike from the base because secrecy was of utmost importance to this mission. 

You’re quiet for most of the miles you two walk but it’s not uncomfortable. Both you and Natasha didn’t need long conversations which was why the two of you had become so close. Words flowed like a steady stream between you but both of you understood and felt comfortable in silence as well. 

By the time you reach the jet hidden in a snowy cave, it’s dusk and you’re wiped. The thin air, gusting winds and snow took a lot out of you.  

“8 hours until we’re home, Y/N,” Natasha says, a smile curving her lips and you return her smile.

“I’m sure Bucky missed you as much as you missed him,” she states as if she could read your mind. 

Your heart pangs. Goddamn, you’d missed him over these last three months. “I just can’t wait to see him again.” 

“I know, hun,” her own words colored with longing. This time, you squeeze her hand. 

“Steve missed you too, Nat.”

Her hands clench the joystick and she nods. “I really hope he did.” 

You lean back in your chair, trying to breathe and allow yourself to feel excitement at the thought of coming home, but you were far too cautious and pessimistic to believe that nothing would go wrong in the eight hours it would take to get back to New York. 

You settle into your seat and try to think only of Bucky. Of his musky, earthy scent and the dark strands of hair that brushed your cheeks every time he kissed you. God, you couldn’t wait to kiss him. Your mind drifts to his lips, plump and soft and your heart jumps as you think of how good it would feel to just feel him in your arms again. 

Eventually you drift off into sleep, the dark clouds you’re coasting over not providing enough stimulation for your brain to keep you awake. You don’t know how much time has passed but when you open your eyes again, a sliver of orange glow hangs on the horizon. It’s nearly morning. 

“Want me to take over?” You ask, your voice hoarse and cracking from sleep.

Natasha glances over and you can see the weariness in her eyes as she nods and flicks on the autopilot switch. You take her place and she takes yours, falling asleep within seconds. 

The sun peeks over billowing clouds as you guide the jet through the sky at speeds normal people could only dream of reaching. Resisting the urge to push the plane faster to reach your destination just a few minutes quicker, you decide to focus on the rising sun. 

Finally, after it feels like forever and a day, the New York City skyline begins to poke through the low hanging clouds and you breathe a sigh of relief. So close. 

You take the jet past the city, into the countryside of New York where the compound was. Where home rested. 

“Nat,” you call out softly, gently raising her from her sleep. “We’re home.” 

You exchange excited smiles as both of you see two hulking figures standing on the landing pad, where you guide the plane down. When the wheels touch down you can barely keep yourself from leaping to your feet, but you remember to power the plane down first. Natasha grabs the packs as you unbuckle and you grip each other’s hands when you hit the button to open the doors. 

Bright sunlight suddenly burns your eyes and you quickly shut them, squinting through the rays as you make your way down the steps. As your eyes get used to the brightness, his shape begins to form in your eyeline.

He’s wearing a gray t-shirt, proudly showing off the black and gold arm he’d received from Wakanda and your heart swells. He used to feel such embarrassment over his HYDRA given arm and to see him stand there, so stoically, gives you pride. 

His face splits into a wide grin as he steps toward you. 

“Bucky,” his name falls from your lips in a hushed whisper as he struts over to you. Your own face hurts and you realize it’s because you’re smiling as widely as he is and you lose all composure. 

Your legs pick up in a run and he stops, spreading his muscular, sinewy arms, ready to catch you. You seem to hang in space, so close yet so far, you can hardly believe he’s real. But before you know it, your body slams into his, his arms coiling tightly around you as a hearty laugh escapes his chest. 

“Hey, dol—“ Your lips crash to his, cutting his words off but you don’t care. You’re drunk on the taste of his love. He returns your kiss, fingers splayed across your back as he gently lowers you to the ground. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss and you feel his need for you beneath the surface, evidenced by how tightly he’s holding you. He missed you as much as you did. 

“God, I missed you so much!” You exclaim against his lips. He pulls back from your lips but keeps his hands cupped around your cheeks. He takes a breath before he responds, savoring the moment as he holds you in his ocean blue gaze before pulling you close again. His head dips into your neck, stubble scratching the tender skin. 

“I missed you too, love,” he murmurs against you as you entwine your fingers in his hair, eyes closed into the sun. 

It’s rays never felt warmer. 

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“So how much did you miss me?” You ask coyly as you gaze into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, fingers twirling lazily in his long locks. His metal hand lightly traces circles on your shoulders as a smirk curves the edge of his lips. 

“I thought I just showed you that,” he chuckles, eyes gesturing to your naked body knowingly. 

“Yeah....yeah I guess you did,” you laugh as you nuzzle in closer to him. 

“I really missed you.” You’ve said the words about a hundred times since you got back, just a few hours ago but it still doesn’t feel real to have him here, so close. 

You wrap your leg around his waist, pressing your chest against his and his arms circle around you, as if he’s shielding you from the outside world; it’s just the two of you, no one else but you and him in this bed and in your minds. It’s as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. 

“I was just counting the days,” he murmurs into your hair. “I was going crazy by the end of it though.” 

You chuckle, “you didn’t find anyone to keep you warm while I was gone?” 

You ask the question tentatively masked by a joking façade but you fear the answer. The two of you hadn’t had the time to really define the boundaries of your relationship before you’d gone and it was still relatively new. His arms tighten over you. 

“Of course not.” He pulls back to look at your face. “You’re mine. Mine to me.” 

Your heart skips a beat at his words. 

“You’re mine too,” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss his nose. “Mine to me.”

“You’re the only one that has me, baby,” he murmurs. “And you’re the only one I’m ever gonna want.”

A small smile crosses your lips. 

Yours. His. Mine. 

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[fancykraken]

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

I was tagged by the amazing, wonderful, talented, and inspiring duo, @portiaadams and @runn0ft  💕

1. The cold teeth of late autumn air snap at Charlie sending a shiver throughout his body as he reaches for the doorknob. (x)

2. Sharp breathy whines, moans, and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin fill the bedroom. (x)

3. “This could be a good year, Charlie.” The familiar weight and comforting touch of a hand on the upper arm, words softly spoken that to anyone within earshot wouldn’t think twice about but to the two men who look at each other, warm smiles from liquor and riding the high of conquest on their lips, hide a hidden world of meaning and want. (x)

4. Try not to sit by the window. Before Charlie walks out the door I love you almost slips past Meyer’s lips, but a swift bite to the tongue forces them back down to be said later—god willing if there is a later—in darker rooms with skin pressed against skin. (x)

5. Early morning light barely touches the eastern sky as Eddie looks out of the large glass doors that open to the expansive backyard and woods beyond his and Richie’s home. (x)

6. The weather has finally started to turn for the better in Derry, the hard grip of winter letting go with promises of warmer weather ahead. (x)

7. The hoarse groan fills the bedroom as Ryu falls back from Ken Masters’ final blow. (x)

8. Normally work like this would be beneath him. (x)

9. Two young men lay sprawled on the hood of a near mint 1970 Chevy Chevelle LS6 gazing up at the night sky. (x)

10. There was nothing remarkably special about October to Tony. (x)

I kind of cheated with 3 and 4 because the first lines are not mine and dialog lifted directly from episodes of Boardwalk Empire, so I included the next lines which are written by me.

After reading these I think for the most part I like to set the environment the characters are in to help immerse the reader right into the story. If anyone can see any other patterns let me know.

I tag (and no pressure to do this): @pohjanneito, @thorniest-rose, @thorkidumpster, @thoresque, and anyone else who writes fic because my brain has suddenly gone blank.

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Fluffy - comfort for brettsey 🥰

This...got away from me a bit. I didn't mean for it to get long, but I'm a big comfort fan. This is set late season 8, when the pining was intense. Enjoy 2k of sick, soft Matt and overly worried Sylvie.

“Has anyone seen Casey?”

Herrmann shakes his head from where he’s talking to Mouch about an idea for Molly’s. When Sylvie gets a head shake from both Ritter and Gallo, she sighs, not sure what else to do. She’s looked everywhere- his office, Severide’s office, the locker room, his rig, the common room. He’s nowhere to be found. Grabbing water from the fridge, the paramedic huffs and heads back to the bunk room, when she collides with Stella in the doorway.

“Woah! What’s up?”

Looking up, the blonde meets her best friend's eyes. “Have you seen Matt anywhere?”

Stella cocks an eyebrow and tilts her head a bit, a smug look overtaking her features.

“What?”

“Nothin’ just...I may have seen Matt somewhere,” her tone is teasing, and Sylvie wrinkles her nose at how foreign it sounds for the firefighter to say the mans first name.

“If you have something you want to say…” Sylvie inclines her head towards the other woman, who smirks.

“Nope,” Stella pops the end of the word, then rolls her eyes. “Last I saw, Casey was heading towards the turnout room to see what jackets needed to be ordered.”

“Thank you.” Sylvie turns before she can get another word in about her and Matt, and heads out to the apparatus floor. Moving past the squad table, she half heads Tony and Capp talking about some movie, but her head is mostly focused on finding the Captain, wanting to tell him about the good phone call she’d had with Amelia and Scott the night prior. Taking a left into the turnout room, she pauses when she sees the person she’s been searching for.

Matt’s leaning against the wall, clipboard loosely in his hand, head tilted back, eyes shut. He looks tired, like he’s purposely chosen this room to be in so the chaos of the rest of the firehouse can’t touch him. She debates on turning and leaving, letting him have some time alone that he clearly needs, but then she’s brought back from her thoughts when Matt makes a noise.

“Hey, sorry. Got lost in thought. Fancy meeting you here.” Though he smiles, it doesn’t reach his eyes like usual, and Sylvie’s already letting her eyes sweep over him, checking to make sure he hasn’t hurt himself.

“It’s okay, I can go and let you have some alone time.” She says it lightly, as if to be joking, but she’s serious. She doesn’t want to keep him if he needs to decompress- they’ve all been there- even if she hasn’t heard of any bad calls for truck today.

“No, it’s fine, like I said, lost in thought,” he clears his throat and stands up straighter. Sylvie swears she can almost physically see him put on his Captain persona. She hates it, hates that he can’t just be himself, even if she does understand it. She’s the paramedic in charge, which means she’s responsible for her and Foster. Matt’s responsible for the whole house.

Taking a breath in, Sylvie’s about to start telling him how her phone call went,  but she’s cut off when Matt coughs. The firefighter ducks his head away and into his arm, letting the coughs come as quietly as it sounds he can manage, finally straightening back up and clearing his throat again.

“I’m sorry.” He’s blushing, Sylvie notices, which is kind of adorable.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You know you can talk to me Matt.” She reaches her hand out and puts it on his shoulder, their eyes meeting. She tries again. “What’s going on?”

Matt hesitates, swallowing, and then rubs at the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze, eyes snapping down. “I’m just….I don’t….” She gives him a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder as he tries to explain. “I didn’t really sleep well last night. Guess it’s just catching up to me is all. Don’t feel all that great. But it’s fine.”

Oh. Without thinking, she moves closer, her hand moving from his shoulder upwards, palm gently connecting with his forehead. It’s warmer than it should be. Frowning, she notices his eyes have shut at the contact, and he looks younger. Matt’s eyes flutter back open when she moves her hand.

“Come on…” Sylvie jerks her head towards the door, walking through it, knowing Matt will follow. Sure enough, he does, even if he looks confused as he trails after her and into the ambo when she opens the back doors. “Sit.”

She almost laughs when he sits on the bench to the side immediately. Turning, the paramedic rummages through one drawer, and then another until she finds the small, white, plastic instrument. “Put this under your tongue.”

“Bossy...Sylvie, this is silly, I’m f-“

“If you say you’re fine, Matt Casey…” she trails off and lowers her stare at him. Slowly, he takes the thermometer she’s holding out of him, a little plastic cover on the tip, and guides it under his tongue. As they wait, Sylvie’s struck with how young and vulnerable he looks. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him sick before, or if she has, it’s been when he’s hiding it.

After another fourteen quiet seconds, the shrill repetitive beep sounds, and Matt takes it out, glancing at it. His shoulders sag and he lets out a breath, and it’s all the confirmation she needs to know he’s got a fever. Taking it, she looks at the little screen that’s lit up red, the numbers ‘100.5’ flashing.

“Matt.” She knows he must feel bad. Keeping her voice low, she hesitantly reaches out and brushes some hair away from his forehead. The atmosphere around them is suddenly, intensely intimate. She finds that she doesn’t mind, that it doesn’t bother her. “I’ll tell Bo-“

“No! No, I’m...I can do my job just fine Sylvie. It’s barely anything, really. I’ll be alright.”

The look Matt’s giving her makes her nod, but then she levels him with her own. “Fine. But I’m checking your temp every hour. If it hits 101 I’m telling him. That’s putting yourself and your team at risk.” She knows he wants to argue, so she goes for the low blow. Her hand is resting on his arm now, but she has no intention of moving it. If she’s honest, she has no intention of ever breaking this spell cast around them, but, as if the universe wants to tease her, the alarm goes off for ambo and squad. Of course.

“Be safe out there,” Matt says with a genuine smile this time, getting out of the rig slower than usual, as if his body aches. She’s sure it does, even if he won’t admit to it. She moves to the front, and just barely catches the look Foster gives the Captain as she jumps in. Watching the rear view mirror, she sees Matt slip into the firehouse, unnoticed with all the commotion. Maybe he’ll get some rest.

Sylvie fully intends to bring Matt back a smoothie, but while they’re on the way to the coffee shop that has the best ones in Chicago, they’re called to another company's scene to help transport another victim. By the time they’re leaving Med it’s close to ten at night, both she and Foster are tired, and the idea to bring back a smoothie isn’t even in her mind anymore.

They get back to an empty firehouse. Sylvie wonders how long they’ve been out, and after checking with one of the temps in the bullpen, it sounds like they’ve been gone a while. She hopes it’s not a bad fire, though she’s sure if it was they’d have heard about it by now over the radio or from main. Starving, the paramedic goes to root around in the fridge, but when she opens the door, she sees two covered plates with a little sticky note on top.

Saved for Brett and Foster. DO NOT TOUCH.

It’s written in Matt’s neat but scribbled handwriting, and it makes her body feel warm. Even when he’s not feeling well he’s looking out for her. As she heats the plates up, Sylvie hears the apparatus bay doors slide up, and the missing rigs park back in place. Minutes later everyone is bustling in looking exhausted.

“Bad?” Emily asks as Stella drops herself into a chair next to them at the table. When the firefighter only grunts, they both wince sympathetically.

“Not bad, but we had two back to back calls. Even if they weren’t bad, it was just…a lot.”

Matt walks in and heads straight for the bunk room, not acknowledging anyone. Sylvie watches him go, playing with her watch anxiously. Stella shrugs when they make eye contact, as if to say she doesn’t know what’s going on either. Deciding to take action, she excuses herself and grabs her plate, ignoring the looks from her friends. The paramedic follows the same path the man had, but when she gets to his quarters, she sees the door is shut, and the blinds are drawn. Worry pools in her stomach.

Quietly, Sylvie knocks, knuckles hitting glass. When she’s been standing there for almost fifteen seconds, the blonde starts to turn to leave when the door opens, revealing a disheveled Matthew Casey. His skin is just slightly paler than normal, dark circles under his eyes becoming more visible. What stands out to her is the way he’s got his right hand’s fingers pressed gingerly against where she knows his lymph node would be on his neck.

“Hi...you can come in, sorry. I just don’t have the mental capacity to deal with Severide right now.” His voice is just shy of raspy, though that could be from having to call the shots at the scenes.

Stepping inside, Sylvie sits on the mans bunk, then pats the small open area next to her, hoping to coax him onto it, and eventually get him to lay down and rest. “How’re you feeling?”

Matt freezes, then shrugs. “Like I have some silly little bug that you’re getting too worried over,” he decides, looking at her pointedly. Setting her plate in her lap, she mirrors the same gesture she had done earlier, hand going to the firefighters forehead again.

“You feel warmer. Why don’t you get some rest. You can do paperwork later, you need to get some energy back up if there’s another call,” Sylvie tries to reason with him. It’s a testament to how he must be feeling that Matt just nods. She’s about to move when he puts a hand out on her knee.

“Will you stay? Just for a little while.”

Her first instinct is to pull him into a hug and hold him close. Instead, she nods and smiles. “Mind if I eat while I’m here?”

“Of course not…” Matt shifts so that he’s lying on the bed instead of sitting. The space makes Sylvie move too, sitting next to Matt, propped against the back wall. Eating with her right hand, she reaches out her left and plays with Matt’s hair hesitantly. She pauses when he looks at her.

“No, no...you can keep...it feels nice.” The pink on his cheeks increases tenfold, and Sylvie wishes she could take a photo. Instead of responding, she merely continues the motion, and soon Matt’s asleep head falling to her shoulder.

Looking down, she tries to memorize how he looks, so young and at ease, sleep allowing him to get away from the heaviness of being a Captain. The urge to kiss his hairline is strong, but instead she continues to play with his hair, mind wandering and imagining what it would be like to get to take care of him every day, call him hers. There are worse ways to spend shift.

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