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Nearer, My God, To Thee | Stony | Ch. 1

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Written for ZaraMelMercury as a part of @tonysbirthdaygala

Summary: Steve Rogers appreciated his unexpected promotion to Fourth Officer-- until it became clear that it was more about being a novelty American-born officer of the White Star Line than it was about his skill at the job. After another frustrating shift attending to First Class, he was rescued by the devilishly handsome Tony Stark, a notoriously brilliant troublemaker annoyed by his own role as the most tempting eligible bachelor on the ship.

Stark suggested a mutually beneficial agreement-- Steve would stand as a duty-borne chaperone to Tony's worst tendencies, thus saving Steve from endless hours of small talk in First Class. As soon as they shook on it, however, both realized their partnership carried much more potential. Length/Warnings: 3,603 words // light D/s themes For @the-slumberparty prompt: "I'm the reason you're still alive"

Note: After years of being captivated by the wreck itself and the stories therein, I couldn't resist choosing a Titanic AU after seeing my giftee's request involving hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, and historical AU! Please note that this is not based on Jack & Rose from the film-- a Stony retelling of that already exists.

This is a fast burn, passionate romance between two people who happen to have met at one of the worst possible times. It's been pure joy to write, and I am so delighted to share it with you now!

Tags: @chickensarentcheap @linnadhiell @sobeautifullyobsessed

Excerpt:

“You look like you could bend metal, with a grip like that,” an amused voice said from behind him.

Steve released the rail, noting the stiffness in his hands. “I beg your pardon, sir,” he said as he turned toward the speaker. The man was impeccably dressed, with facial hair that brought to mind a mythological satyr, but the most compelling thing about him was his eyes. Where every other inch of him spoke of elegance, class, and condescension, this gentleman’s eyes were warm and kind.

The man’s eyebrows lifted, and Steve realized he was staring. He stammered an apology using the only thing he could think of. In the handsome stranger’s breast pocket sat an elaborately embroidered handkerchief, the perfectly-even blue stitches standing out proudly in swirls and knots on the white cloth.

“Forgive me, your handkerchief has caught my--”

“Oh, this old thing?” The man’s accent was American, but he affected a British one for his interruption, patting at the distinctive object. “It’s my signature. I’m never without it. Tony Stark, prince of industry, at your visual service,” he said, dipping his head in a small bow. His lips were twisted in a clearly amused smile that suited his devilish look perfectly.

Chapter One: There let the way appear, steps unto heaven

Being a Fourth Officer on the Titanic was a point of pride for Steve Rogers, even though in practice he spent more time in First Class keeping the rich passengers happy than fulfilling his maritime duties. Lightoller had already pulled him aside to ‘freshen’ his serious expressions into friendlier ones. He’d been reminded that there were no other American-born officers at his level, and that he was doing the White Star Line a service by offering their wealthy American guests ‘the sound of home.’

Steve knew better than to object that his accent had nothing to do with his skill at his job, and neither did the small talk with the Rothschilds or Astors. He kept his uneasiness at bay by stepping out onto the First Class deck space, hoping the brisk air would help calm his mood.

As always, his excitement to see his childhood friend once he arrived in New York kept Steve going; saying goodbye to Bucky Barnes was one of the hardest things about moving to London from America. Their letters to each other came few and far between, particularly now, with Buck in the Army, and Steve at sea. 

For a man of limited means, working his way up at White Star was one of the only ways he could get to see his friend again. The promotion to Fourth Officer had been a last-minute surprise, but as much as he hated being cynical, it seemed that it was driven more by a hope to placate passengers than anything useful.

Once a half hour had passed, he was still frustrated. As they had the day before, the passengers outdoors had been delighted to call him over to stand quietly in his uniform as they chatted to each other. It seemed that his duty time on the bridge every day was to be his only respite from the upper classes.

“You look like you could bend metal, with a grip like that,” an amused voice said from behind him.

Steve released the rail, noting the stiffness in his hands. “I beg your pardon, sir,” he said as he turned toward the speaker. The man was impeccably dressed, with facial hair that brought to mind a mythological satyr, but the most compelling thing about him was his eyes. Where every other inch of him spoke of elegance, class, and condescension, this gentleman’s eyes were warm and kind.

The man’s eyebrows lifted, and Steve realized he was staring. He stammered an apology using the only thing he could think of. In the handsome stranger’s breast pocket sat an elaborately embroidered handkerchief, the perfectly-even blue stitches standing out proudly in swirls and knots on the white cloth.

“Forgive me, your handkerchief has caught my--”

“Oh, this old thing?” The man’s accent was American, but he affected a British one for his interruption, patting at the distinctive object. “It’s my signature. I’m never without it. Tony Stark, prince of industry, at your visual service,” he said, dipping his head in a small bow. His lips were twisted in a clearly amused smile that suited his devilish look perfectly.

“Sub-Lieutenant Steve Rogers, sir. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Too late, Steve realized he used the convention of a regular introduction, not the more deferential one for men who were not equals. Before he could apologize, Stark waved him off.

“They’ve got you parading through here at every opportunity, it’s only natural you slip into a more familiar greeting. I won’t reveal your mistake if you don’t reveal mine.”

Steve was out of his element; Stark embodied a certain First Class playfulness without somehow grating on Steve’s nerves. Most of the others just gave Steve barely a glance, maybe a nod of recognition of his rank and then moved on, but not Stark.

The man in question lifted his head and sniffed in a full breath of the crisp sea air. He seemed disappointed. “You aren’t going to ask me what the mistake is, are you?”

“With respect, no sir. I am not.”

Stark’s sudden grin hit Steve in the gut in a way he hadn’t felt in years. “Good. I haven’t done it yet. I’ll let you know.”

A young woman walked over to Stark to engage him in conversation. She fully ignored Steve, which was more familiar ground. He stood politely with one hand on the railing, but to his shock, Stark reached back as though bracing himself-- except, he not quite. His hand, undoubtedly precisely placed, was now pinning Steve’s uniform cuff to the railing.

The move was so unhurried, so casually dismissive, that Steve would have been convinced it was exactly as it appeared, if it hadn’t been for Stark’s behavior in the following conversation.

The young woman was dreadfully dull, and his witting captor seemed to offload his annoyance in being stuck listening to her by feigning fascination. Every few minutes, the clever man’s hand slid further in Steve’s direction, taking Steve’s with it by necessity-- and every few minutes, the expression on Stark’s face grew more like a caricature of interest than it had before. 

Tony Stark was practically embracing him by the time the young lady said something cutting and flounced off.

“That,” Stark sighed, “--was almost worth it.”

Without explaining what he meant, he stepped back and looked at Steve with a narrow-eyed speculation that made something tighten in Steve’s chest. The ache in his arm was gone in an instant.

“Am I right in assuming you’re tired of playing the toy soldier?”

The right thing to do would be to school his face to impassivity and espouse his duty, but the words died in Steve’s throat. He didn’t want to lie to Stark. Still, his loyalty was to his superiors, and--

Stark clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t choke on the platitudes, man! I understand you perfectly.” 

“My apologies,” Steve tried, but the other man shushed him.

“You’re here for my amusement second, and the pride of the Line first, I know. Speaking of the former-- did you know my father is an inveterate womanizer?”

All Steve could do was work to prevent his face from showing shock. This seemed enough for Stark, however.

“I am, of course, following in his esteemed footsteps, but for some reason, my dear papa finds that irritating. He deals with it by lobbing marriageable young women in my direction at every opportunity.” Stark turned to rest his forearms on the railing. “Perhaps we can be of assistance to each other.”

Steve thought about being asked to step into a conversation with any of the young, unmarried women of First Class. The resulting nausea prompted him to turn and face the sea as well, once again gripping the metal tightly.

“Precisely!” Stark said, nudging his elbow with his own. “That was unkind of me. My intention is to ask my father to intercede, state that I’m volatile--” He stopped, pulling out a pipe to absently shift between his fingers. “I am, of course --and ask for an escort, a goodwill gesture to protect the reputations of both passengers and ship. A respectable Sub-Lieutenant such as yourself would be a fine choice, even if you weren’t begging for death with every successive minute you spend in First Class.”

A whistle sounded before Steve could formulate his response. Stark slapped his empty hand on the railing decisively, tucking away the pipe.

“The womenfolk will spruce themselves up before luncheon, meaning I am free to speak with Major Butt about getting the President’s ear for our business. I have no intention of drawing you into my scheme if you’re unwilling, so what do you say?”

Steve took a moment to contemplate, and Stark’s patience during those seconds did a lot to recommend him. The man was certainly engaging, and the respite he was offering was too enticing to give up. “If by ‘scheme,’ you mean your intention to request myself as a personal escort, sir, I am willing.”

“Good man! I’ll speak with my father, then. Do us both a favor and appear exceedingly boring and unruffled by anything I say and do, eh? In public, I mean. In private, I’d expect you to treat me as an equal.” 

Stark’s warm eyes and smile of approval sparked something in Steve’s chest, something not entirely made of pride. The ‘out of his element’ feeling returned, for a different reason, now-- but this he could do. Protect this fascinating man from the very things Steve himself was intimidated by? Absolutely. Spend more time together? Please. The chance to escape the strictures of toy soldierdom was a side benefit.

“I can, sir.”

Stark almost ruined things for both of them by reaching out and grasping Steve’s hand for a second. The facade of politeness on Stark’s face faded as quickly as the veneer of cold duty did on Steve’s. There was coalfire in that grip, enough to warm his entire body.

It was sheer luck that most of the passengers had already sought to move inside, and didn’t see them.

Steve was summoned by his superiors an hour before dinner.

“You’re to have priority for laundry, Rogers, as I’m certain you have but one dress uniform, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Howard Stark has requested to speak with you, something about his son and wanting a companion among the officers to keep him in line,” Murdock said. “Tell me now if you have any objections to get out of the way before I send you down to accept?”

That was loud and clear. “No objections, sir.”

“Good. Run and change into your best, then.” The First Officer made a face as he looked him head to toe. “I’ll do my best to find you some pieces to supplement with. If you’re to spend every waking moment with that upstart son of his, you’ll need them.”

The words ‘every waking moment’ fumbled Steve’s fingers on his buttons as he changed clothing in his cramped compartment. Thanks to his efforts in keeping quiet, his sleeping crewmates barely stirred, which was the most kindness he could offer given the lamplight he’d flooded the room with. He wondered if he’d be similarly able to filter out Tony Stark’s light in the days to come. The other man had been perceptive, and his provocative questions had sent Steve’s mind reeling even before he’d realized he was physically attracted.

He’d thought those feelings were behind him, in truth. Years working his way up in maritime commerce meant years surrounded by other men, and nothing had stirred. In a few brief moments, Tony Stark had brushed away the cobwebs, shining his bright smile into the darkest corners of Steve’s mind.

Steve looked down at himself, realizing he’d paused for contemplation at the very worst of times. Well, Stark had implied he would be a bad influence.

Once finished, Steve was painfully conscious of both his need to hurry and the desire to appear calm and unruffled. After all, a hurrying seaman on a ship such as this was liable to concern the passengers, and that was not at all appropriate. 

He got to the designated suite of cabins and checked his pocket watch. He was right on time, which was a relief. Steve thumbed the empty place where the picture of his mother used to reside. It fell out in Southampton, and he wouldn’t be able to replace it until he was safely back in England.

Howard Stark turned out to be the back-slapping, gregarious sort. His son was nowhere to be seen, and Steve soon understood why-- Stark Sr. wanted to give him the third degree, asking about his childhood (he dearly missed Brooklyn), his hobbies (Steve kept his sketchbook double bagged at sea), even his love life (nonexistent and not looking). As the time passed, Steve’s legs hurt from holding himself so stiffly, and the thought occurred that Stark couldn’t possibly ask such invasive questions of the young women he sent after his son.

Then again, perhaps the younger Stark was right about his father’s view of women, and he wasn’t sending them over to share Tony’s mind, just his--

An internal door burst open, revealing Tony himself, a long metal tool of some sort in his hand. “Damned thing was locked! Imagine if I had to evacuate! You might have needed to look sideways at my mother to perpetuate the dynasty.”

Howard Stark’s demeanor closed off immediately, and his eyes rolled skyward at Tony’s impudence. “The dynasty is just fine, I’m planning to entrust it to this young man’s capable hands.”

The words may have been spoken with a clear intent to chastise, but with Howard’s back turned to his son, Steve was treated to the full glory of Tony’s reaction. His eyes widened in obvious delight, and one side of his mouth turned up, emphasizing his unique goatee in a way that felt decidedly naughty.

“I hope that means I’ve met with your approval, sir?” Steve said, his heart racing in his chest at the possible double meaning.

“Did you ask him about his hopes and dreams when he was a lad?” Tony asked, coming over to look Steve over as if he were a piece of merchandise. He was carrying the handkerchief that had caught Steve’s eye, and made sure to flick it in his direction a few times, much to his father’s annoyance.

“It’s for your own good, not that you know anything about such things,” Howard griped. “Well, young man, I see that you’re in your dress uniform. Since a different officer shared our table at dinner yesterday, it will be no unusual thing for you to appear there tonight.”

“Am I appropriately dressed? I haven’t shined my shoes since we disembarked, and I--”

Tony’s hand came down on his shoulder from behind as a brusque embrace. “Oh, you shouldn’t have! He’s worried about decorum. This will be fun.” The words were dismissive, but the reassuring squeeze at his shoulder before Tony moved away hinted that it was an act.

Dinner was simultaneously boring and exciting, depending on where Steve allowed his gaze. The scattered nature of seating at the table meant that Steve was across from Tony, who was only a seat away from his father. That left Tony able to make subtle faces behind his fork which Steve was obligated to remain composed in the face of. There was something so captivating about his impropriety, the kind of freedom that Steve could only dream of having.

He ignored the number of nightmares he'd had over the years that involved breaking protocol and reaping the consequences.

Howard’s interrogation made more sense now. An impressionable, fashionable young woman with the need to make a wealthy match would find it near-impossible to resist Tony Stark’s specific charms. The question was, did Howard have other concerns? Was Steve one of a long line of ‘reputation minders?’

“Sub-Lieutenant?”

Steve started in surprise, looking up to see the entire table’s faces arrayed toward him. He’d been staring down at his bowl for so long the shape was burned in for a few seconds. Tony’s expression was smug, as though he knew he was the cause of the woolgathering.

“My apologies,” Steve said, covering his discomfort by touching his lips with his napkin. 

“Not at all!” one of the women at the table said kindly. “I confess I forget the question. Someone called out your name in concern you were fatigued, I believe?”

Thinking quickly, Steve decided to go for a kind of flattery. “I’m embarrassed to say I am not. I was caught up in memories of other lively conversations, which made me think of friends I haven’t seen for a long while.”

“I hadn’t considered that!” Mrs. Astor exclaimed. “It’s much harder to see them as often, when you’re away aboard ship, isn’t it?” 

The unspoken sentiment that finances were the real impediment hung uncomfortably in the air for a few seconds, and Steve didn’t dare look over at Tony as he nodded.

“The prestige of this voyage should set you up nicely for years, I imagine,” Howard remarked, and the conversation passed to other things. Steve didn’t dare look over at Tony for the rest of the meal, but after a good ten minutes of this, he did notice more noises coming from the table across from him.

The impish man seemed to be baiting him. Steve’s instincts told him he’d be most rewarded by remaining stoic, just as Tony had instructed on the deck earlier that day. It was the first time he’d chosen to be cool and professional because it was exciting, rather than out of duty.

He only slipped up once, but the image of Tony Stark slouching petulantly in his chair, a golden fork in his fingers mid-strike against his plate for the fifth time in a row was well worth the split-second glance.

Unfortunately for the man in question, he was busy speaking to his father and missed it.

When the ladies and gentlemen broke to spend time in their respective after-dinner areas, Steve made his way over to the Stark men for instructions. Tony was already agitated when he got there.

“--tedious, and you know it. It’ll be better for business if I’m not there.”

“I don’t know how you could come to that conclusion,” Howard said drily.

“Just--” Tony broke off, dropping his gesturing hand to jitter at his side. Then he caught sight of Steve. “Just send me onto the deck to ‘think about’ my behavior at dinner and let Sub-Lieutenant Rogers explain all the maritime terms until my eyelids fall off. He’ll do it, look at him! He’s a statue carved by duty.”

The sharp look Tony shot his way certainly sliced through him, but it wasn’t duty that held the knife.

“Go on, then,” Howard said, lighting his pipe. “Keep him distracted from the ladies, would you, Rogers?” he added before turning to follow the group of esteemed men heading for the smoking room.

“I’m still not looking over at you,” Steve whispered to Tony. The act of even saying that sent his heart racing, and the two of them hadn’t even defined what it was that he was avoiding.

“You’re more nervous than a skittish thoroughbred!” Tony whispered at his back, as Steve led him out onto the promenade deck. There were few others out there, but he kept walking until they were standing at a railing the farthest from the door.

He turned around and anchored himself with one hand on the metal, just as before. His heart sank to see the way his companion couldn’t stand still, his eyes darting about. Was he drunk? 

“Forgive me, Mr. Stark, but were you serious about the equals thing?”

Stark clenched his jaw. “It’s Tony, and yes.”

Using his first name seemed like acknowledging that there was something unspoken, and Steve was ashamed to admit he wasn’t brave enough. He sidestepped the issue by not using any form of address at all. What he wanted to do was confront Tony about his behavior, which seemed the height of reckless disobedience, exactly the thing Howard wanted Steve to curtail. Was this some sort of game?

It wasn’t like him to risk his employer’s reputation with that kind of confrontation. “You didn’t have to do that.” Tony’s furrowed brow and possible inebriation led him to elaborate. “Compli-- Speak of me on such high terms.”

“Oh, it wasn’t just for you. I was starting to worry about whether your smile joints work. Angering my father was gravy.”

“I noticed,” Steve allowed, somewhat mollified. He looked down at his shoes. “You told me to remain impassive.”

He could hear Tony’s grin in his response. “So I did! You were magnificent.”

Did the railing just give under his hand? Because he felt he could only say something this outrageous after a clear moment of goodwill between them, Steve said, “Was that all to get a rise out of me, or your father? With respect, I don’t think I’m a good target for such things.”

Tony stepped closer, his expression sobering. After a few seconds of scrutiny, he nodded thoughtfully. “I appreciate your candor. Both, I’ll admit. I see now why you might have found it uncomfortable, rather than the game it could have been.” He set his hand next to Steve’s on the railing, without touching. “Can I guess at something?”

Steve nodded.

“The situation made you feel responsible for me, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe that I was misusing my power over you? In creating culpability?”

The reluctance in Steve’s tone turned it gravelly. “Yes.”

“What if I told you I preferred it the other way? That I find it exhausting to always hold the power?”

Steve’s heart stuttered in his chest on hearing that. In fear, yes, but also some other motivator, one that hid in the shadows of his mind, sometimes warring with his sense of what was right, what was just.

“Rogers?” 

His instincts told him what to say, but did he have the strength?

“I don’t mean to talk past you, do not trouble yourself. Just a gripe on the imbalance of--”

“My name is Steve,” he interrupted Tony. “Please use it.”

He shouldn’t, couldn’t demand, even though there was every indication that Tony wanted him to. The way Tony's whole body froze still for a second made Steve question himself, but then he turned around. The look of joy and relief on his face hit Steve as hard as their first physical touch had.

Next chapter...

Note: I couldn't resist having Tony reference Major Archibald Butt, a first-class passenger and confidante of President Taft. It was the loss of his friend that had Taft so infuriated at the conflicting reports and machinations by the Marconi company regarding the messages of rescued survivors directly after the sinking. I mention it here because not everyone might know of his existence, and that's quite a last name!

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 31, "What Remains"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Cora helps clean up New York before returning to Asgard to find Loki and Thor.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

"Ow, my god," Cora grumbled as her vision flashed again and she had to replant her claymore into the ground just to keep herself steady. The world rocked around her and even though it swerved visually and she got the sensation of a tilted axis, she knew it wasn't real. She scrunched her eyes closed until the feeling of being bent in different directions faded, only peeking when she thought she was on solid ground again.

New York was a wreck. She had a feeling it was even worse than just a few months ago, when Loki had been the one to lead the charge. She looked down at herself and watched her form waver faintly, shaking her head as she disregarded it and moved forward, her eyes hurting when they had to focus on what remained of Thanos. Based on the scorch marks the pavement had to offer, she could only imagine he'd gotten away, but what mattered was his absence and the Gauntlet that he'd left behind, now useless to him with the Soul Gem acting the way it was.

As she approached, a dull glow shone from the jewels within the Gauntlet and Cora glanced toward the green stone embedded in her sword. It radiated a gentle emerald light toward its brothers and the gems seemed to respond in almost perfect time to each other, in perfect synchronicity. She was so engrossed in the connection between the condensed powers, she startled when a loud thud sounded behind her, but she turned to find that it was Thor, landing from a flight with his weapon. "Has he gone?"

Cora's brow furrowed as she watched him walk closer. "I think so. He wouldn't have left this behind if he were still thinking of fighting…would he?"

"I doubt that highly," Thor agreed gravely, glancing toward the sky as the swirling storm clouds slowly began to dissipate. "However, it would be wise to keep watch for a day or two more. There is the potential for reinforcements."

"Did you see him?" she asked, glancing at the scorch marks once more. "He was in tatters… I don't think he'll be coming back any time soon, but you're right. Better safe than sorry."

"Where are the others?" Thor asked as Bruce ambled forward, back in human form and looking more than a little roughed up. "Banner. Are you alright?"

Bruce glanced up toward the sky and then back at Thor and Cora before giving a light shrug of his shoulders. "I've been worse. You two?"

"Fine," Cora answered after glancing at Thor, everyone's eyes going upward as the whirr of machinery could be heard overhead. She could've sighed with relief when she saw Tony beginning to charter down the rest of their team from their higher perches, the first group being Natasha, Clint, and Fury. He gave a small salute before going back for the others and Cora couldn't really remember a time when he hadn't had some snarky comment to offer. Then again, they'd just stopped an apocalypse. What was there really to be said?

"Well… I guess we won. Right?" Natasha supposed matter-of-factly, a pinch between her brows that smoothed when Thor gave her a mostly certain nod. "Except now the city's torn to bits. Again."

"Can the Tesseract fix it?" Cora asked.

"It is more than likely what we must use on the ground… The rest remains to be seen," Thor replied, glancing at Fury uncertainly.

Fury looked around at the damage and sighed heavily. "I'm fairly certain the Council will want as little to do with the Tesseract as possible, simply given what it was used to do last time. Go ahead and fix the street and I'm sure us lowly Midgardians can figure out the rest."

Thor smiled a little and shook his head. "We will be happy to help. Manually, if allowed."

"We could definitely use that kind of help," Fury said with a nod and a faint smirk.

"Incoming!" Tony shouted as he let everyone else down, excluding only Pepper. "I'm keeping this one," he commented before once again rocketing upward, Pepper's laughter faintly discernible over the sound of his suit's blasters.

Cora smiled and looked over, barely dodging as Jane sprinted toward Thor, jumping into his arms and holding on as he spoke to her, having to repeatedly reassure her that he was okay. That they were all okay. She noticed Sif nearby, looking all the more worse for wear, but alive and standing with the help of Fandral under one arm. When their eyes met, Cora gave her an inquiring look, to which Sif just shook her head, silently communicating that, at some point, she'd apparently had worse. Cora both believed and doubted that implication at once.

She didn't quite realize who she was looking for until she found him at the back of the group, already watching her. Cora hesitated before walking over, pausing to hug Steve and Phil, who both came forward to make sure she was fine. "Look at you. I can see it now, modern SHIELD agent with an ancient Asgardian heritage. They could make a movie about that!" Phil mused, once again trying to talk her into a field agent's life.

"Just call me Agent Braveheart," Cora joked with a roll of her eyes.

"Okay, William Wallace definitely didn't have a sword remotely close to this," Phil laughed at her.

"Dammit, man, I'm a warrior, not a historian!" Cora laughed, Phil grinning as he caught the reference. When they glanced at Steve, who clearly and understandably was not following, Cora reminded him of his list and kept going, hearing Phil start to try to explain the series behind her. She walked over and stopped in front of Loki, having to tilt her head back to look him in the eyes. "You alright?"

Loki nodded once, though his face—much like everyone else's and her own, included—was cut to hell. "Are you?"

Cora nodded as well. "I think so. After all, we did it."

"No," Loki said quietly, which alarmed Cora until he corrected her, "You did it."

She smiled and shook her head. "No, without—"

"Without you," he interjected, "nothing would be left. We had all given up. The prophesied Ragnarök would have come to be. You were the exception."

"That's a heavy implication," Cora said, her throat feeling a little dry at the weight of his words. Had her random act of nerve really come down to that much? Even as she wondered, she knew it had.

He smiled faintly, but his eyes were soft as he raised a hand to touch her cheek. "You have proven strong enough to carry it."

Cora smiled and gently placed her hand over his. "So, what now?"

Loki's smiled faltered a little and he contemplated that before answering, "We stay here to do what we may as far as damages go… And then I must go back to Asgard and awaken the King."

Cora's jaw clenched faintly and she murmured, "Can't Thor do that?"

"Only the one who seals away the ruler within the Odinsleep may awaken him," Loki answered simply, allowing his hand to drop slowly to his side. "And I must face what comes of this."

"Loki, what if he puts you back in that cell? Even after everything that you did today?"

Loki grimaced and shook his head. "Then at least I had this taste of redemption," he said, though the rationalization sounded weak.

Cora struggled for words, for some kind of answer, but nothing came. It seemed it was only in the hands of the Allfather now, because there truly was no sound choice but to wake him. Loki frowned down at the woman in front of him and all the turmoil on her features simply for his sake, sighing before he reached out and tugged her close, resting his chin atop her head. "Do not worry over me, Cora. The worst is over."

Cora exhaled somberly and leaned her head against his chest, but still, somehow deep down, she had doubts about that.

Loki took a deep breath to steady his own concerns about what was to come, but those thoughts were cut short when he glanced up at their allies, who were all staring at them apart from Fury, who'd had enough of the nonsense the day had to offer. He squinted at the looks he was being given, his eyes moving to Jane when she spoke. "Okay, Cora, forget everything I said before. You two are perfect."

Cora looked over her shoulder and groaned at the attention. "Oh, come on, guys…"

Loki glanced down at Cora with a quirked brow. "And what did she say before?"

"This is seriously worse than impending doom, can you all just stop?"

And despite it being at her expense, she was glad to hear her new friends laughing again.

Over the next few days, the reconstruction of New York City began in full form, the ground mended by means of the Tesseract's reality-bending abilities, and SHIELD headquarters—which had likely gotten the worst of blows—slowly transitioning from disrepair. After being told that they had done all that was seriously needed, Thor and Loki went back to Asgard, taking the Gauntlet and all six stones with them. The Warriors Three had gone back days ago to get Sif and Fandral on the mend and Cora could only assume that, by now, at least, Odin was back on the throne. It wasn't him she was wondering about though.

"When are you heading back?" Jane asked conversationally as Cora helped her fix and contain some of the toppled equipment and spilled chemicals in the labs, having to be consistently instructed on which ones were okay to clean by hand and which ones would have to wait for the Hazmat suits later in the day.

"When I'm done here, I think," Cora said and the stress she was feeling translated into her tone, much to her distaste.

"I would've already been up there if I were you," Jane admitted, glancing at the other woman thoughtfully. "Then again, maybe it's a good thing. To give them some space for a while."

"I don't know what the better option is, to be honest," Cora sighed as she mopped up a small water spill from a quenching basin. "It's killing me to wait around though."

"You know, I'm kind of jealous of you," Jane admitted after a moment of silence.

Cora arched a brow. "Why is that?"

"Because you're like them. Not completely, but enough that you're an acceptable presence in their world. I got compared to a goat within my first few minutes of meeting Odin, but I'm sure you were at least tolerated. Treated like one of theirs, I mean. That's never going to happen for me."

Cora frowned and shook her head. "Jane, you're more than good enough for Thor. Lightyears past 'good enough,' in fact," she said, making Jane smirk a little in a knowing way. "He knows and values who you are. Nothing else matters, understand?"

Jane gave that some thought and nodded a little. "Yeah. I do."

"Good. Because you're a freaking genius and without you, we wouldn't have gotten the upper hand. Don't you dare start doubting yourself, because I'll be having none of it. None. Got it?"

Jane laughed and raised her latex-gloved hands in defeat. "Okay, okay!"

Cora laughed as well and glanced around to find something else to clean; however, before she could find a thing, Jane shook her head. "Nope. Go. Get out of here so we can both find out what the hell is going on."

"Thank you," Cora said quickly, ditching the lab coat, gloves and goggles she'd had on for the past hour or so for chemical spill cleanup. She hurried from the labs and walked through the halls to the exit, passing a few of her colleagues on the way, all of them knowing where she was going and wishing the best outcome. No one, including herself, however, seemed very confident.

Hurrying out into the mended street, which still had a few scars from the enormous fissures which had been carved into the surface, she took a moment to take in the cityscape, which honestly looked much better already than it had a few days ago. Troops had been sent in to help with repairs wherever necessary and even the World Security Council had shown its face in the meantime. Though they hadn't spoken to her, themselves, they had informed Fury that, given her usefulness in the peak of the Ragnarök, there would be no need to reinstate her sentence. One less thing to worry about.

Cora left behind her claymore in her room at headquarters and hadn't really touched it since the battle with Thanos, still sore from the multiple cuts and bruises that still throbbed on her skin. There was a sense of peace in the air though, she noticed as she went outside, and that was enough for her for now.

She frowned as the zipper of her jacket glittered faintly, but realization soon dawned as she looked up, seeing the first break in the overcast sky in four days' time. She heard a few whoops and cheers from nearby construction sites and cafés that still opened to run, the New Yorkers celebrating having the sun back. It almost felt like another little battle won, entirely.

With a careful inhalation that she breathed out slowly as well, Cora looked up at the sky and gave a small nod. "Ready when you are, Heimdall," she said in a sure voice.

The blue sky warped for just a moment before a familiar pillar of rainbow essence rushed her, enveloping her before giving a strong pull forward, bringing her back en route to Asgard.

Next chapter: Chapter 32, "Choice & Prophecy"

#loki laufeyson #loki x fem!oc #loki x oc #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #thor odinson #thor movies #thor the dark world #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #angst with a happy ending #slow burn

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Juulna’s 2021 Multi-Fandom Fanfiction Rec List - Part One

(Yes, I realize this is a year late, but this year's been a bit nuts. I still hope you enjoy these fics anyway!)

Based only on what I’ve read with my own eyes this year!

Follow me on my journey into what, at times, was…

…actually rather calming! Perhaps you can find some comfort and entertainment, fluff and angst and romance and friendship, smut and a distinct lack of it, space adventures and fantasy and modern adventures, serial killers and good guys, redemption and reconciliation and learning to become someone completely different — there is so much here I read that stuck with me over the past year, and the 2021 Fanfic Reading Challenge ( @fanfic-reading-challenge ) allowed me a new way to keep track of all of my favourites. So props to that event! Definitely participating again (considering I run the event, yeah, that's probably a given lol, but full disclosure).

Without further ado, here were my 2021 fic favourites!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Fandom: Marvel (Comics & MCU)

Stony:

Blood Makes Noise by @cluegrrl

The Enchantress had the perfect plan to trap Thor, but a misfire puts Steve and Tony both in the hotseat. Reacting to each other in increasingly strange, but intimate ways, they struggle to make sense of things as the spell draws them closer and the changes become unignorable.

By Guidance of the Stars by GuardianMira

Steve is a space outlaw and Tony is a blue-skinned alien prince who stows away on his ship. According to Steve’s Mark, they’re soulmates. Too bad Steve doesn’t know Tony’s full name and Tony doesn’t know soulmates are a thing for humans. Maybe they’ll work it out once people stop shooting at them.

For You, Sir, Always (The Fairy Godfather Remix) by @veldeia

Unable to find a replacement for the toxic palladium core of his arc reactor, Sir has gone into cryostasis to wait for a day when science has advanced enough to provide a solution. While he is indisposed, it is my all-important task to decide when that time has arrived, and to select the person who shall bring him back to life.

Mercy in You by @sineala

When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs.

Chasing A Ghost (Sound of Footsteps Remix) by @captainneverever

Tony finds traces of his possible soulmate in archival records.

If You Want to Live (The Historical Present Remix) by @sineala

The Civil War is over. The SHRA is gone. Steve has been brought back to life. He's settling into his new duties as America's top cop. His longtime friendship with Carol Danvers -- Avenger, former director of SHIELD, and former leader of the pro-Registration forces -- is now a tenuous one. But something is very wrong in the world. This isn't how it was supposed to be. Someone is missing.

Tony Stark was killed at the age of seventeen, and it's up to Steve to travel into the past to save a man he doesn't remember from a man he knows all too well: a mysterious assassin from another time and place, a man with a metal arm. And the truth is more complicated than anyone could ever have guessed.

And Their Hearts Are Guarded By Dragons by @imaginaryelle

After an ambush by an unknown dragon and rider pair, T’ny searches for his dragon partner, Ferroth. In a desperate flight to prove Ferroth still lives he finds S’teve and Libereth adrift and injured from a battle he can hardly imagine existing: dragons fighting dragons. Together, S’teve and T’ny navigate tangles of time travel, villainy that challenges their most dearly-held truths, and the budding of new love.

A getting-together Marvel 616/Dragonriders of Pern AU (no prior Pern knowledge necessary).

Even the Light is an Illusion by @mizzy2k

Death threats are an unfortunate side-effect of being Tony Stark, so he's learned to ignore them. The problem is, when someone really wants you dead, hiding your head in the sand just kinda exposes your ass.

But it's not just Tony's behind on the line. Whoever wants him dead wants him to suffer first, and they're willing to do anything to make that happen. Tony knows there's only one way out. To save Steve, the Avengers, and the general public, Tony has to die. Of course, death isn't always the end, and Tony does what any other self-disrespecting scientist would do: he finds a way to fake his death and avenge his own murder.

The trouble is, terrible decisions usually have a terrible price, and this one is no different. Tony has a chance to save the day, but the cost may be more than Tony was ever expecting to pay…

World Acclimation by Del_Rion

When an unexplained phenomenon washes over the entire planet, the Avengers are left to struggle along with the rest of the population. Chains of command, relationships and friendships alike are put to the test as new biological imperatives take hold, and only one thing is certain: the world will never be the same.

Everybody's got a hungry heart. by Perlmutt

Tony Stark has never experienced a true heat due to the suppressants he's taking on a daily basis. Society accepts him as a beta, together with his friends and teammates and the alpha he's secretly in love with.

But some things are just too big to be kept hidden forever.

An unfortunate turn of events forces Tony to reveal his biggest secret to the world...

nothing left but scars by @tsuki-chibi

Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Rockabye by @bladeofthenebula27

Cute alphas didn’t appear out of nowhere to help ruined omegas. That was a widely accepted fact.

Tony Stark had always known his life wouldn’t be easy as a genius omega in an alpha’s world. But not even he predicted getting knocked up and forced to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

Drawn to You by @jellybeanforest-a-go-go

In a world where what one writes on one’s own skin appears on their soulmate’s body in exactly the same place until it’s washed off or fades, no one has ever responded to Steve’s questions written in pen.

Who are you?

Where are you?

And once, out of sheer desperation: Wer bist du?

He has tried writing up and down both arms then across his stomach in pictograms when he reckons that perhaps his soulmate is a double amputee and illiterate, but nothing. No response. He is uncertain why he is so surprised. Everything else about Steve is broken, so why not his soul?

But when he points the Valkyrie downwards to crash into the deep, knowing he is about to die, he spares a few precious seconds to scribble one last message to his possibly-nonexistent, potentially-blind soulmate.

Twenty-five years later, Tony Stark is born with a single phrase on his left forearm written in messy old-fashioned script. And as he grows up, the words never change:

“I love you”

It is both a blessing and a curse.

Remix of “the words written on our skin” by Cathalinaheart. For the 2020 Cap-IronMan Remix Madness.

The Ghosts of War by @scifigrl47

Steven Rogers never wanted to be king, but he knows his duty, and he does it well. Lord Tony Stark, the king's appointed consort, does his duty as well, even though he'd enjoy his duty more if it actually involved sleeping with the king. As it doesn't, he's just resigned. The war that made Steve king and cost him nearly everything may be over, but a meeting of old enemies might stir up some ghosts none of them are prepared for.

Tony Stark Falls In Love With A Cat by shellhead

When Steve goes missing, Tony ends up finding him at an animal shelter. Volunteering.

Private Bookmark? by storiesfortravellers

The Avengers discover that there are fans who write explicit RPF fic about them.

Some of them are very confused. Some are proud. Some don't understand why everyone writes the pairings who aren't together but hardly anyone writes the couple who actually is together.

Much silliness ensues.

grey and other colours by Anonymous

Distantly, Tony hears Clint say something like, “No, I definitely heard he was an equal opportunist. Like, equal-equal, no preference. Hey Tones, who are you attracted to more, dudes or chicks?”

He calls the last part out to Tony, who runs the words over in his mind and unthinkingly says, “I’ve actually never been attracted to anyone, it’s really worrying.”

(Or, Demisexual and Demiromantic Tony Stark.)

Five Seconds by @elcorhamletlive

From the moment Steve suits up, he knows what he’ll do.

The King and the Dragon by @memorydragon

After a big fight with Tony, Steve has gone missing. The last thing Tony needs when he should be looking for the leader of the Avengers is to be transported into a dark fairy tale to fight a dragon with a kingly version of Steve. But there are things that the King isn't telling him, and the dragon's eye is a familiar shade of blue...

5 Times Bucky Thought Tony Was Good For Steve +1 Time He Told Him by Anonymous

To say Bucky is unimpressed by Stark would be an understatement.

It isn’t that he dislikes him. It’s more that he’s a brand of indifferent that curdles with disdain on the rare occasion that Bucky catches him on the TV: Stark is glib and crass in a way his father never was, and he wears suits like he’d slipped out of the womb clad in Armani.

So it’s a surprise when Bucky moves into the Tower and finds that Steve actually gets along with the guy.

Stark's Moving Castle by @lomku

Steve has the great misfortune of being the eldest son of the family, destined to fail miserably should he ever leave home to seek his fate. But when he unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Steve finds himself under a horrid spell that transforms him into a small and fragile man. His only chance at breaking the curse lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Stark's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Steve must handle the heartless Stark, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, he discovers that there's far more to Stark--and himself--than first meets the eye.

Set On Fire by @allthemarvelousrage

She's not sure if she forgot to take her suppressants, or if something Wanda did screwed with her meds, but her world is on fire for the first time in years, and there's no one to help her through it... until there is.

IronMarvel:

Keep Me in Your Orbit by @moonlitmidnight-1

A post Civil War AU in which Toni knew Carol during the events of Captain Marvel, and was the person she gave the pager to.

IronStrange:

ARC I: An Infinity In The Wings by @bad-days-and-beautiful-nights

Stephen and Toni met just before she's kidnapped. They spent the night together and when she returns, they strike up an easy friendship. Soon enough, Stephen falls in love with her, but by the time he realizes, it's too late. Hoping she never finds out, he gracefully steps back, trusting Captain America to be the right man for his best friend. But when Steve surprises everyone and Toni ends up at death's door for the fourth time, Stephen has to re-evaluate his life's choices.

IronTaser:

Disinformed by Del_Rion

It’s time to come clean about Phil Coulson’s death. Out of all the Avengers, Tony’s reaction is the most surprising, and Phil must investigate it further.

Maria Hill/Sif:

Diplomatic Relations and Intelligence Failures by @scifigrl47

Maria Hill would like a night off, and maybe a date. She's not likely to get either one of them, so she's pretty resigned to long nights of protecting the world from behind the scenes. It's very satisfying, but not quite in the way she's hoping for.

Most people who know Maria are far too intimidated to make a pass. Luckily, the Lady Sif doesn't have that problem.

Phlint:

SHIELD Has Paperwork for Everything by @scifigrl47

Clint Barton knows where his loyalties lie, and they have more to do with his handler than his employer. Phil Coulson takes his responsibilities seriously, and a big part of his job is protecting the agent in his care from any threat to his well-being.

Stuckony:

i am the heart of a murdered woman by @deathsweetqueen

After the regrettable death of her husband, Antonia Stark's life revolves around one thing and one thing alone: her four-year-old son, Peter.

And then, a vengeful ex-employee attempts to blow her up, and before she even knows what's happening, she and Peter are staying with New York's resident mobsters, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, who promise to protect her and her son from a looming threat.

The problem is that Toni knows these two men, knows them entirely too well.

When she was seventeen, they broke her heart.

Beyond That The Horizon by @kandisheek

When Tony's spaceship malfunctions and leaves him stranded on an uncharted snow planet he doesn't expect it to be inhabited at all. So when a wolf-like creature shows up and attacks him out of the blue he's sure it will be the last thing he sees. Instead it drags him to its wounded furry friend.

A Thing of Straw @kandisheek

King Rogers and prince Tony are arranged to be married. On their wedding night the King takes Tony to his room and while Tony isn't exactly eager to lose his virginity he's a little disappointed when the alpha doesn't do anything.

He never would have guessed that the King was already bonded to someone else. Let alone another alpha. Luckily Tony is nothing if not adaptable.

Truth or Dare by @las-lus

Tony suggests a game of truth or dare to Steve and Bucky. Maybe it was his best idea, maybe he will die of sexual frustration. Either way he is sure to enjoy the show.

Star Cake by @sparkly-angell

There was a tapping noise coming from their right and both looked back up to the barista. Bucky’s smile faltered. The man was shorter than him, although not as short as Steve. He had the sweetest of smiles on his perfect lips and happy wrinkles in the corners of his perfect hazelnut eyes. His hair, which looked perfect to comb with his fingers was a dark brown, almost black, depending on the lightning. Bucky gulped dryly.

He was wearing an orange polo shirt, which was probably the store’s uniform, underneath a black apron. The color worked wonders with his brown-ish skin. He held up a notepad to their faces.

‘Welcome to Star Cakes. My name is Tony, I’m mute. I’ll be communicating with you through the notepad. How may I help you?’ was written down, in an exemplary cursive.

——— Or where a cute little bartender named Tony meets a hot and very flirty couple. Some angst entailed, but lots of love too.

In the Roses by @sapphic-futurist

Tony was curled up underneath one of the old oak trees, enjoying the cooling evening breeze on his fur when everything changed. A flesh hand clamped down over the back of his neck and a metal one wrapped around his midsection, immobilizing him with a screech of alarm. In a tornado of claws and teeth, Tony was lifted off the ground and he twisted against Bucky’s hold.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The One Where Tony Is The Meat In A Supersoldier Sandwich by @amaluelmwood

Alternatively titled: 'What Crawled Up Tony's Ass?'

Tony spends three hours with a plug up his ass battling knock-off Chitauri robots in Central Park, then Steve and Bucky find out and, well, things go from there really.

The Alleyway Dame by ThatDamnKennedyKid

Never in the entirety of his sickly, bedridden little life has he ever met a dame who looked twice at him. Not only had she helped him, she was standing there still, smiling at him like he was beautiful.

"So, I'll be by your place at seven tonight. Barring any attacks of illness, of course. If that happens, we can just stay in."

Bloody hell, he was the luckiest son of a bitch in all of Brooklyn.

Until We Find Our Place by howtohold

Lord Stane, Tony's godfather and an extremely influential member of the Council, expressed concern over his godson turning into an oldmaid. It would undoubtedly bring massive shame into the royal family, he declared.

Lord Ross, another influential member of the Council, had jokingly remarked that maybe no single alpha can satisfy the prince. The implication was obvious: Tony might do better if he had two alphas. It was a jest, he said after.

King Howard, however, took Lord Ross seriously.

Tony's own father--the fucking King himself decided to marry his own son to two alphas: Lord Rogers and Lord Barnes.

Just For Us by okaybi

Steve, Bucky, and Tony meet on Tumblr and get to know each other.

Poisonous Presumption by @shi-toyu

This was the worst assignment Davies has ever been given.

Sure, it sounded easy upfront – infiltrate the Avengers medical staff and use his access to find weaknesses and sabotage medical treatments – however, it was proving to be anything but. Davies did have medical training and experience, which was part of why Hydra had picked him for this assignment, but the task itself was… complicated.

When Tony Stark winds up in Avengers medical, an undercover Hydra agent sees the opportunity of a lifetime. It should be easy to tip the balance and send Iron Man into the waiting jaws of death... so why won't he die?

Second Chance (at happiness) @tsuki-chibi

Tony knew better than to play with alien toys. He really did. But there was just something so tempting about other-worldly objects. It turned out that he wasn't the only Tony Stark that felt that way. One explosion later, there's a brand new Tony in town. But there's something not quite right about this Tony and how he reacts to the team, the way he flinches away from Bucky or shakes when Steve picks up the shield or won't turn his back to Clint and Natasha.

It turns out that not every Tony Stark is as lucky as Tony, but damned if Tony, Steve and Bucky aren't going to fix that.

(or, the one where canon MCU Tony gets thrown into a fanon world and gets ALL THE LOVE from the fanon version of the team)

Husband Material by @newtypeshadow

All Tony wanted at this party on Xandar was to troll people who didn't recognize him, and fluster Steve in front of the Nova Corps by wearing a t-shirt with his shield on it.

Unfortunately, Tony gets more than he bargained for when his merch shirt for Avengers power couple Captain America and the Winter Soldier gives people the wrong idea about their relationship.

#fic recs #juulna recs #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #marvel 616 #marvel 3492 #female tony stark #stucky #stuckony #stony #2021 #2021frc #2021 fanfic reading challenge

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Ant-Man's Biggest RP Threads

((If you're interested in seeing all threads, check out my tag rpscottlang.))

Here are certain threads but not all of them by character. (Updated 3/14/24)

Cassie @arandomnerdsrp358

Scott learns what Cassie's been up to

Like Father Like Daughter

Tony @stxrksarc / @stxrked

Pizza Bar and Real Talk

Math Bros' Brand of Therapy

Ready Player One

Quantum Leap (also feat. Hank @og-ant-man

What Stark Men Are Made Of - a Blood Brothers what-if thread

Freaky F.R.I.D.A.Y. 🔄

All Freaky F.R.I.D.A.Y. 🔄 related posts/threads

Hank @og-ant-man

The ER Call

The Reality Stone feat. Ant!Hank

Time Tunnel Mishaps feat. baby!Hank & preschool!Scott

Rocket @guardian-rocket

Space Heist to a Kick Ass Playlist

Matt/Daredevil @just-a-really-good-lawyer

Ant-Man meets the Daredevil pt. 1 & pt. 2

Then Scott meets Matt

And because of that, Scott made an enemy

Kurt/Nightcrawler @ask-kurt-wagnerandrpwithhim

A Bamfing Meeting

Class Dismissed

Sanctuary

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Honorable Listings

Inz @inz-lokisdottir

AntPapa Cooks

AntPapa in Action

Christmas

Sweet Inz's Birthday

AntPapa to the Rescue (Baby Inz 🧸)

Harvey Specter @thegrandharveyspecter

Ant-Man and the Suit(s)

Ant-Man rescues the Suit

Remy @ask-remy-lebeau

Ant-Man vs. The Prince of Thieves

#important info #rpscottlang #main rp list #there’s definitely loads more #but these are big ones #and main ones

[third-thepeacock]

Hello PEOPLEE

Because its a festive date I want to talk about one of my favorite AUs that I have just ended

I think I'm done with the AU planning and it's ready for the public!

Thanks to @primulatea and @shayden64 as they really helped me in the au

So now I show to you

PLAYROOM

AN EDDSWORLD AU

They all live in a single room full of wonders every kid would love, living as toys of every kind, from a piece of paper to the most fancy doll

Where is the kid? Who plays with them? Why are they alive? No one seems to know or care…

The Toys:

The Room:

They all live in a room made specially for kids. ABCs posters, planes and birds hanging from the ceiling, a bright lamp shining all over the room, a giant closet, a fancy desk,bright but calming wallpapers, colorful floor with a city carpet, a big fluffy bed, and a sofa bed with drawers below to look at the window, and so much more every kid wants!

If you look outside the window, natural provider of light, and indicator for night and day, you can observe a giant field of cotton and sunflowers, but is not the only thing visible, the sky and clouds, birds and bugs are visible too!

Some things have been modified for the toys accessibility because they are toy sized, but the furniture isn't. They have extra lego stairs, a big train track and car track for all over the room so they can travel fast, you name it

The room is divided depending on who or what is in there , so nothing is out of limits to no one. Some exampples, cotton valley or the creative plains

This toys are the one within the room, living at their fullest with every day.

Edd:

Jack in the box

Can get in n out of the box

Lives in the box

Troubadour

Ringo:

Calico critter cat

Edd's royal cat

Ell:

Rag Doll,1700 clothing style 

Tequila:

Long cat pillow

Ell’s mischievous cat

Matt:

Ken doll,prince version.

Matilda:

Barbie doll, princess version

Tord:

Anime figure

Has his own army but its more to protect the room

Tori:

Anime figure

Yeah works in the army too

Tom:

Porcelain doll in a sailor outfit

Has Tomme all around

Tomee is a tiny teddy bear

Tamara:

One girl band toy

Can put the instruments on and off

Eduardo:

Toreador

Kind of toxic.

Elena:

Monster High Doll (Lizard type of monster)

Mark:

Disco/Superstar Doll

Bright colors in a lot of ways

80s Style of clothing

Marcy:

Lalaloopsy

80’s style of clothing, sometimes more of a pastel vibe

Jon:

Playmobile small prince

He isn't a prince, he just has a crown. 

Joanna:

Polly Pocket Doll

Lives in her own small house and travels in it because going out normally could get her totally lost

Todd:

Nesting doll

Toni:

Precious Memories doll

Peace giver in the land

Paul:

Plastic soldier

Works for Tord

Grumpy man

Paula:

Bubbles blower

She uses the bubble wand as a cigarette and blows out bubbles instead of smoke

Works for Tord

Patryck:

Wind up toy

Works for Tord 

Likes coffee, its like extra winding up

Patricia:

Ballet Girl/Spinning top

Works for Tord

She can kick yo ass while twirling

Laurel:

Astronaut figure

Has a lot of tales about space almost no one believes

Lauren:

Parachute toy

Fearless of everything

His leg has been replaced by sticks many times.

Hellucard:

Wooden skeleton figure.

Hellen:

Race Car racer

Hot Wheels cars and remote control cars

Has all of her cars decorated

Bing:

Lego

 Likes making movies with his abilities

Beth:

Robot toy

She knows how to upgrade herself

Larry

Action figure

Gives Bing Ideas

Laura:

Pirate

She only steals things Beth tell her to

Don't ask her to say “yo ho ho” or “arrr”

Kim n Katya:

CareBears

They are physically attached, one hand to another

This is no inconvenience for them

They love each other dearly

Ken:

Sun inspired doll

Only comes out at day

Loves Kate but can almost never see him

Kate:

Moon inspired doll

Only comes out at night

Loves Ken but can almost never see him

Superguy:

Superhero figure

Fun dead kid:

Candy dispenser

The candy is suitable for humans somehow

Can't talk because of it

No one knows where he gets the candy

Zanta Claws

Old santa toy

It was destroyed mysteriously and it stays like that

Scribble Tom

Paper doll

Drawing in crayon, every movement looks like a frame in crayon

Realistic Matt

Plushie

Has a cartoony body and a realistic head

NFT(Not funny Tom)

Funko Pop

It is still in the box

…What else do you want, its nft

Torm

Face changing toy

Has a face for Tom, one for Tord and one for Torm

Can manage to use a yoyo but they keep fighting frequently so its hard to

Tomatoredd

Mix n’ Match toy

Every part changes everyday

That means there's days where they are mixed perfectly or 99% percent someone and 1% other

And for now thats it! I actually love this AU, I had it since forever but now I can actually show it. Maybe someone did this already? I dont know, but I really like my au(or my version of it unless). I will make designs soon! I just wanted to show the list first

Note:There are genderbends, and the non-official names are just my headcannons of names. You can refer to thm however you want. How to know what ellsworld character is each one? The direct genderbend is below the eddsworld character, Ell below Edd, Matilda below Matt, etc. I know this should be up the list but eh

There is no ships because , well, they are toys. No, my point is not that they dont need to be shipped, is, everyone plays differently with their toys, so why not with this ones? Everyone can ship whatever they want(.....Just. Don't include the fun dead kid or something. That not. Im going with whatever that isnt problematic). Will there be "official" ships? Maybe. But its up to the viewer to ship in their way.They are toys, not books, they have nothing assigned except for whatever one wants

A part I love too its that because there are hundreds of types of toys, and they can obviously be more than one of each type of toy, theres a lot of space for more toys! New characters, Ew OCs, old characters to bring again, so many things! It's a whole new world to expand, and I really love it

So yeah...I love this AU. Thank you to the people who helped me, Tea and SHayden

#eddsworld #eddsworld au #EW PlayRoom #Will I change it in the future¿ #yes #but that wont stop me from enjoying it now #third shares

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I posted 11,170 times in 2022

That's 1,005 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (0%)

11,116 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 3,829 of my posts in 2022

#little prince🧸✨ - 584 posts

#important - 549 posts

#aspec feels - 380 posts

#stucky faves - 305 posts

#queer feels - 270 posts

#nd feels - 248 posts

#bucky faves - 223 posts

#words to live by - 170 posts

#spoonie feels - 151 posts

#faves - 109 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A Learning Curve (1.9k)

Summary (Winteriron, M): Bucky and Tony deal with the emotional aftermath of their first fight.

Contains: A/B/O, D/s, Alpha Bucky, Omega Tony, Daddy Bucky, brat Tony, eh/c, angst with a happy ending (more on AO3)

A/N: @sunshineailin this includes your prompt, “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

@mcukinkbingo fill: A/B/O scent marking / @afgomegaversebingo fill: Omega!Tony / @badthingshappenbingo fill: please don’t leave me.

Preview below:

The air was thick with the scent of emotional turmoil. Bucky swore he could taste it at the back of his throat, bitter and unyielding.

It was the longest his partner had been silent since they’d moved in together, and it was… unnerving, to say the least. The loss added to the hollow feeling that had settled in his chest.

Usually, they balanced each other out in that way.

Tony was constantly chatting and Bucky thought it was the most endearing thing, content to listen to his Omega talk for hours. Especially about his passions. It made his face and everything about him light up beautifully.

Bucky on the other hand was quiet and more reserved. The strong silent type. When he did talk it was obvious Bucky was an observant and insightful person, who never missed much.

It had been almost funny to Tony back then, meeting an Alpha who actually listened to other people and didn’t try to take charge of every conversation.

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52 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#4

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It was about time I drew my fave aro(ace)💚🤍🖤

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55 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

Reel Him In

Summary (Stucky, M): Bucky and Steve are invited to a costume party. Bucky wears a risqué Wonder Woman outfit, intentionally grinding Steve’s brain to a halt.

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@anyfandomfluffbingo fill: costume party / @buckybarnesbingo fill: damsels (and others) in distress / @mcukinkbingo fill: free space / @lgbtqbingo fill: free space.

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61 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#2

Bloom

Drarry Discord Drabble/Drawble Challenge, January. Prompt: ‘glass’, art nouveau, 222 word restriction.

A/N: Draco is a transwomen, who chooses to transition and keep her birth name.

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Read below [AO3]:

Before Harry’s eyes, Draco had shattered like broken glass. She’d told Harry something she had suspected about herself for a long time but had repressed, until she couldn’t anymore. That she was a woman. Harry’s love never wavered and he saw her blossom, able to express herself and embrace her womanhood. It unlocked a lightness in Draco, as though she could finally breathe.

Lightly, Harry would brush his fingers through Draco’s growing hair and admire her painted lips. She found a new way to show Harry how much she loved him, by leaving a kiss imprint on his cheek. He didn’t have the heart to wipe it off.

Oh. Harry was hardly able to get out much else when he’d first seen Draco in a dress. The dress looked gorgeous on her, but… it was Draco’s blinding smile that had his heart almost bursting out of his chest. Hopelessly, he’d fallen even more in love.

Obedience… Draco couldn’t stomach that anymore. She could still picture her father’s expression—Harry wished he’d seen it too—when she told him, “This is who I am and I’m not hiding for your, or anyone else’s benefit anymore.” And completely set herself free.

More than anything, Draco finally felt at peace with herself and while Harry would always be her home, she’d made her body a home too.

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70 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Made for a @stuckybingo moodboard party game. I used the prompts: yellow, pets, lazy and plants🌻💛

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87 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

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V.S.O.P.: The Quintet

Review by Richard S. Ginell

With the cheers and huzzahs from their 1976 one-off reunion still resounding, the reconstituted Miles Davis Quintet minus Miles went on the road in 1977, spreading their 1965-vintage gospel according to the Prince of Darkness to audiences in Berkeley and San Diego, CA. In doing so, Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter, Ron Carter, and Tony Williams, plus interloper Freddie Hubbard seem to pick up where they left off, with a repertoire mostly new to the five collectively and developed from there. It isn't exactly the same -- you miss Miles' brooding presence and sense of space in Hubbard's busy, fiery playing, and Hancock is a more harmonically daring, assertive player than he was with Miles -- but the interlocking telepathy and individual virtuosity of the musicians is pretty amazing. This also isn't the best tape from the tour; they were even tighter and more volatile in Japan five days later on Sony's Tempest in the Colosseum. The V.S.O.P. tours amount to a pit stop in the general shape of Hancock's evolution, but their influence upon the direction of jazz as a whole in the '80s and '90s would be staggering.

Source: allmusic.com

V.S.O.P.: The Quintet

Reseña por Richard S. Ginell

Con los vítores y hurras de su única reunión de 1976 todavía resonando, el reconstituido Miles Davis Quintet menos Miles salió a la carretera en 1977, difundiendo su evangelio de 1965 según el Príncipe de las Tinieblas al público de Berkeley y San Diego, CA. Al hacerlo, Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter, Ron Carter y Tony Williams, más el intruso Freddie Hubbard, parecen retomarlo donde lo dejaron, con un repertorio en su mayor parte nuevo para los cinco colectivamente y desarrollado a partir de ahí. No es exactamente lo mismo (se echa de menos la presencia melancólica de Miles y la sensación de espacio en la forma de tocar fogosa y ajetreada de Hubbard, y Hancock es un intérprete más atrevido y asertivo armónicamente de lo que era con Miles), pero la telepatía entrelazada y el virtuosismo individual de los músicos es bastante asombroso. Esta tampoco es la mejor cinta de la gira; en Japón, cinco días después, en Tempest in the Colosseum, de Sony, se mostraron aún más unidos y volátiles. Las giras de V.S.O.P. suponen una parada en boxes en la evolución general de Hancock, pero su influencia en la dirección del jazz en su conjunto en los años 80 y 90 sería asombrosa.

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[every-marveler-ever]

The Clouds Have Always Been Gray

IronHusbands Bingo Round 4 | 🗯️ @ironhusbandsbingo | Royalty AU

Steve Rogers Bingo 2022 | 🌭 @steverogersbingo | "Something's strange in the air today. The sun is gone and the clouds turned gray. Just what's comin' is hard to say, I don't know"

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: General WARNING(S): Howard Stark's A+ bad parenting, Implied depression

A/N: I’m not sure what this is but it’s better at the end than it is at the beginning so maybe just try and hold on I guess. I think royalty au’s just may not be my thing, but have this anyway I like the way it’s styled. This could also be expanded way more than it currently is so maybe expect that in the future. Also did not realise that his quote was from Rogers the musical and I maybe should have looked that up earlier lol.

A glimpse into the life of prince Anthony Stark and how escaping was a much better idea. | tony stark/james 'rhodey' rhodes

ihb 🗯️ r4 | srb 🌭 2022

Royalty had never been Tony’s plan, he was a mechanic and that was all he ever wanted to be. He left the life of royalty left the excitement, the money, the jewels and the large ceremonies because his mum disappeared. 

On his 9th birthday, the royal headline reads: ‘Maria Stark Whisked Away To Tropical Beaches For Her And King Howard Stark’s Honeymoon, Only to Be Stranded Alone Upon Stark’s Return.’ Howard scoffed when he read it complaining that the title was too long, not catchy enough, not even a thought to where his wife was, why he returned alone. 

Tony cried that night into his stuffed toys.

The next day the toys were taken away from his room, too soft for a Stark, “Starks are made of iron,” Howard reminded him as the workers removed them all.

At age 11 he met Rhodey, the son of one of the maids, Rhodey was the only person around that was his age as they did lessons and tutoring together. Tony quickly nicknamed him Rhodey after not much time. Swinging his legs laying upside down on the couch younger Tony looks to Rhodey, “why did your parents name you James, that’s so boring, I like Rhodey better,” the young genius muses and Rhodey just goes along with it because Tony is the king's son, he’s the crown prince.

Steve, Tony’s bodyguard at the time, used to tell the two boys stories about him and his ‘friend’ James. That was always the one-time Rhodey would speak up, “see James is a cool name,” he would mutter along and Steve and Tony would both look and shake their heads.

“Do you ever notice that sometimes the sky is just grey,” Tony at age 14 mutters lying on the castle grounds staring straight up into the sky which he describes as grey. He’s not supposed to be in the gardens, he’s suspected to be in lessons but Rhodey knew from the moment that Tony rejected coffee that morning that the prince needed a different kind of day. 

Tony leaves a large enough space for a response but Rhodey chooses to instead just grab the prince's hand in solidarity with whatever he says next, "Something's strange in the air today. The sun is gone and the clouds turned grey.” Rhodey chuckles at the line, he knows Tony means it in a way of acknowledgement but to Rhodey it almost sounds like poetry. 

Everybody seems to progress in their life except Tony, Rhodey became Tony’s personal guard from being a maids son, excelled in all his classes, and went on to be a castle soldier, he would have been able to lead but Tony wouldn’t let him, Tony needed him instead. Steve went on to marry James, who he fondly calls Bucky instead (which Tony believes is a win against the name James). Tony seemed to always just be a prince, eventually one day he might become king but that seemed unreasonable according to his father.

“I think I want to leave,” he tells Rhodey in confidence, “just what's comin' is hard to say, I don't know.”

Bags are packed quickly and an escape plan is hatched.

When Tony is 15 the headlines read, ‘only son of King Howard Stark, Prince Anthony, has been taken overnight, we have yet to have notice of where he may be.’ Howard slams the newspaper on the table and screams but Tony can’t hear it, he’s days away. 

Away where the sky is finally blue.

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WIP Update - 2 Nov 2022

Another super-busy week IRL plus ruthless editing on my Reforged fic = teeny-weeny word count.  I touched 3 fics (2 WIPs & 1 new works) for a total of 412 words.  

On Ao3, I posted a trio of dirty Stuckony limericks,  and a Stucky --> Stuckony meet-ugly featuring were!Bucky.  

On Tumblr I posted a  pre-war Stucky ficlet with pining!Steve for my final October writing events fill as well as a @stuckybingo square & that event’s monthly challenge.

Am still at 12 active WIPs  (with a couple of maybe TBCs)  with my current   deadlines being  the @reforgedzine  deadline  and Avengers Bingo.

See below cut for the WIPs  (arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc) I am working on  -   feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects   (or any other WIPs I’ve got out there) – they really help feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Whumptober, Flufftober & Fictober [ Runs thru 31 Oct]

I managed to fill more prompts for these challenges than I thought!  I’ll be doing a separate masterpost with more details, but I ended up filling prompts for   Day 1 (Fic, Whump & Fluff),  Day 7 (Fic and semi-Whump), Day 12 (Fic, Whump & Fluff), Day 18  (Fic and Fluff), Day 25 (Fic and Fluff)  and Day 29  (Fic, Whump and Fluff)   I  may circle back and fill a few more belated prompts  at some point. 

Reforged - A WinterIron Zine [Deadline 12 Nov]

I got accepted to submit a  1k-3.5k fic for this project, and have submitted a basic idea &  belatedly completed the final checkin.    I am stressed and struggling, already up to 3404 words and still need to get the main plot wrapped up - I basically need to finish the damn thing and then ruthlessly edit to get down to the max word count… 

Comfortember  [Runs thru 30 Nov]

Taking on the @comfortember  writing challenge - I assembled a tracking doc and am aiming to complete one fill a week, preferably crossing over with a bingo fill.    I banged out  A Warm Memory   - a pre-war platonic Stucky ficlet yesterday for  Day 3: Warm Food that also fills my Stucky bingo 1930′s square.  It’s coming in at 382 words and will be posted on Tumblr tomorrow.  

Avengers Bingo [AvB] (Runs thru 24 Dec)

Ten fills posted (7 to Ao3)  and 0 WIPs - I decided to further challenge myself on this 16-square card by pairing up each square with a unique combo of 2 original MCU Avengers, with the final square being PolyVengers. With the help of the STB Enthusiasts Discord folks - I’ve got all 16 squares  planned out, at least in terms of who to write about, and half of them have some sort of idea or crossover square to go along with them. Feel free to toss other plot  bunnies my way…  

* B3 - Road Trip  -  Bruce & Thor  - Post Grandmaster, pre-Thanos  space shenanigans

* B4 - Age Gap   - Thor/Tony - possible crossover with TSB One Night Stand  (obvious title: Thunderstruck)

* C1 - Opposites Attract - Clint/Thor  - there was a fun Tumblr  headcanon going around about a Bumbling Foreigner whose ignorance of  local customs  results in him flirting with/proposing to the prince -  this seems like a perfect matchup!  

* C2 - Soft under Hard Exterior Trope -  posted Opening Up, Step by Step,  to Tumblr yesterday - it’s a Natasha & Thor kinda-sorta mission fic that also fills the @fictober-event prompt “You know I’d do anything.” and @flufftober First Dance prompts.   I’ll post this to Ao3 sometime before the bingo closes.

* C3 - Reincarnation AU  -  filled this with  A Unexpected Reunion as a crossover with  last week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF172 A Ghost from the Past]  It will get posted to Ao3  before the bingo closes.

* D1 - Friends w/ Benefits  - Clint/Steve - crossover with MWAPB Hawkeye/Clint Barton and possibly SRB - Never Have I Ever

* D2 - Romeo & Juliet AU  -  basic idea:  Steve (jock) & Tony  (geek) trying out for title roles in R&J - despite their respective  FWB groups thinking it’s a terrible idea.  Title:  Two Polycules, Alike in Dignity

* D3 - Bed Sharing  -  Bruce/Natasha - AoU compliant.

Man With a Plan (Steve Rogers) Bingo [MWAPB] (Runs thru 31 Dec)

Twelve fills, 1 WIPs and several Vague Ideas/potential cross fills with other bingos.  Prompts cheerfully accepted!  

* B3 - Farmer’s Market  -  crossover with TSB Doing Groceries. Moodboard + ficlet?

* I1 - Steve is here for TFAtWS  - this might go well with my BBB  “Oh, hell no"  square - Steve trolling  Bucky & Sam by sending the old man in with his shield?  (moodboard & ficlet?) 

* I5 - Dogsitting -  posted  Paws to Consider  to Ao3 on Friday.  It’s a Steve & Tony + Stucky –> eventual Stuckony fic featuring mutual pining and a werewolf. It crosses over with my BBB “Run”  square and came in at 1011 words.

* N1 - School AU/Teacher AU  - if I decide to continue on with Technicalities   - I could fill this square  :: ponders::

* N3 - Online shopping - this might be fun as a crossover with BBB Thighs  Sam buys a revealing swimsuit for Bucky as a gag that gets Steve in a tizzy.

* N4 - Soulmates -  got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow  is collaborating on with me.  This will also fill my Stucky Bingo AU: Supernatural square.  We’re currently sitting at 1640 words  (984-ish of which are mine). Current Last Line:  "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

* G4 - Canon Divergence post CA:TWS - possible  crossover with BBB  Kill List – Bucky wreaking havoc on Hydra bases and  Steve & Sam catch up with him

* G5 - Friends to Lovers -  might use this for Chapter 3 of Mutual Pinning

*  O2 - Sex Pollen  -  Teenage Groot pollen =  aphrodisiac  hi-jinks. Quill & Gamora  warn the  couple (stucky)/throuple (Stuckony)  ahead of time, so no  dub-con.

* O3 - Hawkeye/Clint Barton  -  see AvB - Friends w/ Benefits  above.

StarkBucks Bingo - Round 3  (SBB_R3) - Ends 31 Dec

Nine fills (six posted to Ao3), 1 WIPs and several Vague Ideas - soliciting plot bunnies or other kick-starters.

* B1 - “I wouldn’t mind wasting my time on you.“  - Possible crossover with  BBB - KINK: Seduction Mission?  

* B3 - AU: Canon Divergence -  posted Clearing the Air on Monday as a crossover with  TSB Canon Divergent: Nobody Dies.  It’s a Bucky POV of a post-Endgame canon-divergent return to Wakanda where he has a chance to make amends with Tony.  It’s based on some discarded bits from “Ain’t No Party Like a ‘Saved the Universe’ Party” and came in at in at  790 words.

* I2 - Mistaken Identity - crossover with TSB K5 - Protectiveness -  “The Mechanic, The Soldier & The Artist” - mob/assassin AU with a Mr. & Mrs. Smith twist?  

* I4 - Canon: Avengers Academy  - will probably do Stuffed Marvels sketches of Tony and Winter, as I know very little about the game/canon.  

* I5 - Matchmaker Bots - possible crossover with TSB Occupational Hazard

* N2 - Blanket - Thanks to the July BBB Discord party , I have an idea for combining this with my TSB   AU: College square and BBB Funeral square.

* N4 - Crossroads -  Posted  The Old Dark AirBnB to Ao3 last week.  It’s a semi-spooky, mostly fluffy WinterIron ficlet that also filled some October writing prompts and came in at 426 words.

* N5 - “Wanna make a bet?”  Used this in combination with the Day 18  Fictober (“I don’t think this is your problem.”)  and Flufftober  (Soulmate AU) prompts for  Marked-Up Soulmarks  - a soulmate AU where Tony discovers he and Steve have something (and someone) in common. I may expand on this before posting it to Ao3 and/or claiming it as an official fill.

* O1 - Royalty - crossover with TSB - IronWidow  &  BBB   AU: Arranged Marriage -  pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion  back up?

* O6 - AU: Biker  - Grease 2  fusion  anyone?  😁  I watched the movie a couple of weeks ago and took notes -  It’s not gonna be a faithful adaptation, but hopefully fun - tho am having a tough time deciding who is Michael (probably Bucky, tho a case could be made for Tony)

Hero Hardships Bingo  [HHB]  (Runs thru 31 Dec)

One fill so far  with a few Vague Ideas …  need to see what might play well with belated Whumptober prompts!

* I3 - Unimaginable Grief  – I‘m thinking an post-Endgame Rhodey POV would work nicely here…

* O3 - Dating a civilian -  this would fit perfectly with another chapter of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) , for which I currently have a basic plot point or two rolling around in my head.

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7 Jan 2023)

Twelve fills,  four WIPs  & ideas for everything except one square  - Working on a Column B bingo to start.

* B2 - Funeral - see SBB N2 - Blanket  above

* B3 - Sam Wilson|Falcon - this would be a good candidate for a continuation of After One Or Two False Starts

* U2 - AU: Roommate  - Still wanting to use the Meet Ugly prompt: 02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless    – probably WinterHawk with  recovering!Bucky being the squatter in Clint’s apartment building.  

* U4 - AU: Arranged Marriage - will probably pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion  back up for this one.  

* U5 - Kill List -  see MWAP  - G4 - Canon Divergence.  Post CA:TWS above

* C2 - “Oh, hell no” - possible crossover with MWAP I1 - Steve is here for TFaWS

* C4 - KINK: Aftercare -  possibly MWAP Sex Pollen or  TSB KINK: Concubine

*C5 - “This might as well happen” -  Used this for the Sept BBB Round Robin  (crackfic - Emperor’s New Groove inspired)  wrote 276 words toward it  - not sure if/when it will post,  but will add a link when it does.   😁

* K3 - KINK: Edging  - crossing over with TSB KINK: Orgasm Denial/Edging & I finally got a start on the WinterIron PWP for this (Bucky POV with toy play and Tony as a power bottom)  Hanging by a Moment is sitting at 96 words at the moment.

* Y2 - Never the fall that kills you -  this might be the title for a reverse hanahaki WinterIron prompt from @lacrimula-falsa ….  

* Y4 - KINK: Seduction Mission - crossover with SBB - B1 - “I wouldn’t mind wasting my time on you.”  

* ADOPTED1 - Peggy Carter -  potential WW3some shenanigans ahead - another 3 prompts –> Summary inspiration   currently  395 words into a  Peggy & Bucky conversation at the moment.  

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 2  (SRB_R2) - Ends 31 Jan

Fourteen fills posted  & 0 WIPs at the moment   – happily accepting plot bunnies here as well.  

* A1 - Never Have I Ever -  see AvB  Friends with Benefits

* A4 - Touch Attention/Denial  - I have an idea for this that will also fill (heh) my Stucky Bingo  KINK - Double Penetration square.

* B2 - Mile High Club -  this seems made for Stony sexy shenanigans…

* E2 - Comics Nomad Steve  - SWC sketch of Nomad!Steve

Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6  (TSB_R6)  [Ends 28 Feb]

Eleven fills and five WIPs at the moment -    with  Vague Ideas for almost every other square.  

* S2 - Canon Divergence: Nobody Dies - see SBB AU: Canon Divergence

* T1 - One Night Stand - see AvB - B4 - Age Gap

* T2 - Doing Groceries - see MWAP B3 - Farmer’s Market

* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue -  some sort of remix of/inspired by sabrecmc’s  Indecent Proposal  from Pepper’s POV.  At this point, I think I need to re-read the fic & take notes ... 

* T4 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with   BBB C4 - KINK: Aftercare?

* A3 - FREE  - Filled this with    Not Exactly Love Poetry   -- A drabble consisting of three dirty limericks written by Tony about his super-soldier partners and himself.   I blame a bout of insomnia....

* A4 - AU: College - see SBB N2 - Blanket

*A5 - Scott Lang  - @27dragons shared an interesting plot bunny during the Sept TSB Discord party that I may end up using; that or a follow up to A Piece of the Action

* R1 - Tony’s Poor Life Choices - @somesortofitalianroast had the excellent idea to turn this on its head - now that he’s with [partner of your choice] - he’s making fewer poor life choices?

* R2 - IronWidow -  next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?

* R4 - Occupational Hazard - see SBB I5 - Matchmaker Bots

* K2 - Secret Admirer -  carried this over from last round so I could try my hand a remix of Seeds of Love  (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone).  Potential title:  Wraps Around My Heart, Refusing to Unwind

* K3 - KINK: Orgasm Denial/Edging -  see BBB KINK: Edging  

* K5 - Protectiveness -  see SBB Mistaken Identity

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023

Four fills and three WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B4 - Artist/Muse - posted  A Work of Heart  to Tumblr  on Saturday.  It came in at coming in at 650 words and filled Day 29 of   Fictober (”You love this, don’t you?”) , Flufftober (Leaves) and Whumptober (”Better me than you.”)  Coming to Ao3 before the end of the year.

* B5 - KINK: Double Penetration - see SRB   Touch Attention/Denial  above.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - see MWAPB Soulmates  above.

* I1 -  1930′s - see  Comfortember Day 3 above.

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics  square  – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron  No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!  

WinterIron - No Powers AU  –  Stony No Powers AU

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On other creative fronts:  I have a Phantom of the Paradise Stuffed With Character figure in progress. Am also  working on commissions from the classic monster/horror con I attended earlier this month and prepping for a superhero con in March - so am kind of booked up.  Plus I have either five or seven figures to create for my Marvel Trumps Hate  auction winners -- thanks so much for your generous support!!

if  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for the holiday season, check  out Stuffed With Character   over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 80!).   They’re  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design  requests  for any fandom!

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[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

5 Times You Fell For Natasha & The One Time Natasha Falls

(A/N) hi im new to writing imagines and im currently writing a very long wonder woman/diana prince imagine that i might post so i posted this instead to see if anyone would read my garbage its over 20 pages already

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): Mentions of torture, mentions of child experimentations, heavy past-trauma themes, gay panics, ye olde im-in-love-with-my-best-friend trope, overused 5+1 trope

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,828

Synopsis: As the newest Avenger, you find yourself becoming best friends with the Black Widow. Your bond is unlike most, and it isn’t long before you begin questioning your feelings for her. AKA the 5+1 fic we’ve all read before but I’m doing it anyway

i

Of all the Avengers you expected to get along with, Natasha Romanoff was certainly far from the top of the list. You knew enough about her to assume she’d be cold, distant, and while she can be those things, she’s also so much more. She is, obviously, smart and beautiful, but she’s also funny and loyal and she cares so much more than she shows.

It didn’t take long, much to your surprise, for you and Natasha to become something like best friends. Despite your prior convictions, you find that you share a lot in common with the ex-assassin. You suppose you shouldn’t have been so judgemental at first, seeing as you, too, were forced into becoming something deadly and dangerous. 

What surprises you most about her, however, is just how soft she can be.

Your mission had been long and tedious. You’re exhausted the whole way home, dreading the thought of the others all waiting for you to return. However, rather than having all of the team welcome you home, somehow, Natasha had gotten the Tower cleared out. Just you, your best friend, some wine, and, to top it all off, she’s put on that movie she knows you love.

After cleaning yourself up, and after Natasha is satisfied that you aren’t fatally injured, you both settle onto the sofa underneath a fluffy blanket. She was always more touchy with you than the others - maybe it’s just because of how close you’ve become, or because you’re also a woman - and so it doesn’t surprise you when she ends up curled against you.

“You’re so warm,” she sighs, and you chuckle.

“Fire powers, remember? Human space-heater.” 

“How was the mission?”

You sigh slowly, your arm winding between her back and the couch so that you’re both more comfortable. “Carson got the files. No sign of- ah, of him.”

Her hand lands on your thigh, squeezing comfortingly as she sips her wine. “We’ll find him.”

The finality in her voice, and the sincere concern in her emerald eyes, are enough to make you believe her.

You settle into light conversation as the movie plays in the background, Natasha filling you in on the latest trouble the boys got into. Apparently, Tony made Peter a real hoverboard. So far, his lessons have gone incredibly poorly, and that’s why there’s a new dining table.

In the dim lighting of the tv, you realize with quite a start how lovely Natasha is. That’s not to say you didn’t find her pretty before - she’s gorgeous - but there’s something shifting inside you. She’d set aside her entire evening to plan this for you, to welcome you home in a way that wouldn’t be grating on the system or nerves. Everyone wants the Serpent dead - or, at the very least, in custody - and everyone is well-aware of what he’d done to you. What he turned you into.

And to save you from the inevitably stressful conversations, Natasha kicked everyone out so you’d have some alone time with her. Someone she knows you’re comfortable talking to, someone who understands.

Yes, something is changing. Something that simultaneously releases butterflies through your stomach and fills it with a heavy sort of dread.

You’re falling in love with Natasha.

ii

Parties are something you’re still getting used to. At least, the kind that Tony throws, which Natasha promises is not what all parties are like. Once upon a time, you’d attended plenty of Galas as ‘security’ for the Serpent, whose name even you never knew. Those were a far cry from the chaos of Tony Stark’s parties.

So many bodies, all pressed tightly together. It’s too warm, even for your standards, and even if the champagne is free and expensive and the food is delicious, you can already feel your tolerance levels lowering. You’ve been working on your temper, as it’s a direct link to your powers, but when a body shoves into yours every five seconds, it’s a little more difficult. 

Natasha, thankfully, senses your discomfort and is quick to meet you amidst the crowd. She’s in a short, tight black dress that leaves little to your imagination, and you hardly have the time to really appreciate it before she’s pulling you against her, leaning down to speak in your ear.

“Wanna steal some bottles and get on the roof?”

You nod all too eagerly, and the both of you are practically giggling like a bunch of teenagers as you snatch two bottles of champagne and two plates of food. Nobody seems to pay any mind, though you think Clint nodded at you as you passed him on your way to the elevator.

The roof isn’t exactly pretty, but it’s where you told Natasha all about your past and it’s where the both of you come when you can’t sleep - which is another quirk you share. You’ve spent a lot of long evenings up here, watching the sunrise in companionable silence or soft conversation. 

It’s your spot, basically, and so you’re quick to make yourselves comfortable by sitting down on the throw blanket Natasha had somehow snatched from one of the hallway closets without your noticing. You simply pass the champagne bottle back and forth, making fun of Tony’s latest attempt at setting Steve up and Bucky’s over-the-top reaction.

“I’m not sure what Bucky’s waiting for,” Natasha sighs, leaning further on her right arm so that she’s leaning closer to you. She’s nearly laying down, with how she has to sit without her dress hiking up. “He should just grow a set and tell Steve he’s in love with him.”

“It’s not nearly so simple, Agent Romanoff,” you say matter-of-factly, taking the bottle from her as she passes it.

“Oh? And you’re the expert on unrequited love?” 

The question actually makes you choke on the champagne; the alcohol stings your nose and waters your eyes as you sputter. “What? Unrequited-?” 

“I’m just saying,” Natasha drawls with a chuckle as she plucks the champagne from your hand. “You haven’t really had much experience.”

You open your mouth to argue, but quickly shut it when you watch Natasha’s tongue running over her lip before she takes a swig. When she hands the bottle back to you, you take a longer gulp than necessary.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” She asks, and this time you’re able to swallow before you make a bigger idiot of yourself.

Your cheeks are burning crimson, though, and despite it being late into the night the city provides plenty of light for Natasha to see how badly you’re blushing. “Uh- well, not- not really, no.”

“Do you want to?”

Is she trying to kill you? “I- I think so?”

“Is it Steve?”

“What?”

“You’re clearly into someone if me asking about unrequited love had you choking. So, who is it?” She leans closer, and you’ve half a mind to tear ass back into the elevator. 

“Nobody,” you have to look away from her intense, calculating gaze. 

“So it is Steve.”

“It’s definitely not Steve.” You take another long gulp of champagne before handing the bottle back over. 

“Bucky?”

“No.” 

“Wanda?”

“You think Wanda is my type?” You fix her with a look and she snorts.

“You don’t even know your type.” She huffs, pushing you lightly on the shoulder. “So… is it a woman, then?”

You puff out a rush of air, fixing the redhead with a pleading expression. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“I wouldn’t mind!” She smirks. “I’m not exactly straight, either.”

You have to look down to keep her from seeing the blush this time. Please don’t tell me that. “So, what is my type, then?”

There’s a thoughtful hum, low and somewhat musical. When your face no longer feels like it’s burning, you return to watching her. She’s actually thinking about this, you can tell in the concentrated pull of her eyebrows, the narrowing of her eyes. 

“You,” she begins, her lips stretching into a cocky smirk. “You are definitely a bottom. Is it Carol?”

“Whoa, wait, what?” You scoff. “What does that mean?”

“You are a bottom.” She repeats slowly, emptying the last of the bottle into her mouth and releasing it with a pop. 

“Why do I feel offended? Should I feel offended?”

“Of course not,” Natasha laughs. “You’re just submissive.”

“How would you know?” You argue.

To your absolute shock and alarm, Natasha has somehow maneuvered herself until she’s nearly sitting in your lap, one of her hands tilting your chin up so that you’re looking right into her eyes as she leans in close. So close, in fact, that you freeze up entirely, and she’s still moving. 

You barely register the kiss to your cheek until Natasha’s delighted laugh yanks you from your daze, back in the position she’d been in before as if nothing had happened at all.

“That,” she declares, “is how I know.” 

You rub the spot on your cheek she’d kissed with a pout, like a child scorned, and Natasha lets out a crooning aww. “You play dirty, Romanoff,” you mutter, trying to hide just how hard you’re blushing and how damn fast your heart is racing.

“Don’t worry, cherrybomb, you’ll get that first kiss one day.” Natasha winks, and you roll your eyes.

You open the next bottle in silence, taking a few pulls before passing it. “For the record,” you give her a small smile. “It’s definitely not Carol, either.”

She huffs out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I didn’t think she was your type.” She looks out at the city, and you follow her gaze. You hear her drink before feeling the bottle press against your palm. Her fingertips brush against yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was the one with fire abilities.

Again, you find yourself falling, falling, falling. 

iii

It seems Natasha isn’t the only one interested in your love life. As soon as you let it slip that, given the conditions you were raised in, you didn’t really have any romantic experiences, the onslaught of set-ups began.

At first, Tony was really pushing an agent named Hunter, but that ended rather quickly when you ‘accidentally’ burned a hole in Hunter’s shirt when he tried hitting on you. (Oops.) Then, there was Raymond and Damien and eventually he started throwing women your way.

That’s when you knew something was up. Not that you weren’t aware of his antics prior, but the first woman he sends your way is Sofia - a rather busty redhead who worked as a medic on your last mission.

This party is much more tame compared to what Stark usually throws, and maybe it’s because it’s something like an office party. All of the guests are SHIELD agents, and it takes place in one of the lower levels that had been cleared out for the event.

Unfortunately, that means you have nowhere to run.

It’s obvious why he’d set you up with her. There aren’t many similarities, but the red hair is definitely the biggest - well, red flag, really. She’s pretty, sure, but she’s no Natasha. All this really proves, though, is that Stark knows. 

Or, he knows something. 

“You’re the one the Serpent took as a kid, aren’t you?” Sofia asks, and you clear your throat awkwardly.

“Yeah, that’s, um, me.” It’s a discussion you’ve had with everyone Tony’s tried setting you up with - and just about every agent brave enough to talk to you. 

“Is it true you’ve got pyrokinesis? And super strength?” 

You nearly finish the fruity mixed drink that’s being served on silver platters. “I do.”

Before Sofia can say anything else, however, an arm slides around your waist. At first, you nearly shove away from the person entirely, but as soon as it registers that it’s Natasha pulling you against her side, you relax.

“Hey, beautiful,” Natasha greets you, decidedly ignoring Sofia’s confused expression. 

“Hey yourself,” you respond, blushing as your free hand settles on Natasha’s hip. There’s a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and it isn’t hard to guess at what she’s playing at. “This is Sofia, I think Tony wanted me to meet her.”

“Stephanie,” Natasha looks at the other redhead with a deceivingly sweet grin. Judging by the sudden discomfort on Sofia’s face, you can only assume she sees right through Natasha’s nice act.

“Er, Sofia,” she corrects.

“Right, sure, thanks for keeping my girlfriend company. Have a nice night.” With this, Natasha guides you away from Sofia to the other side of the room, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was rather agitated. 

“Thanks for the save,” you set your glass down on an empty platter and pick up a new drink from another. This one tastes like strawberries and citrus, but you can tell immediately that it’s strong. “Didn’t think you’d be the jealous type.”

At that, Natasha pulls away from you with a snort. “Didn’t know that Stark was turning on you. How many times has he tried setting you up?”

You shrug. “A few. They’re usually easier to ditch, though.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I dunno,” you take a sip of your drink. “Just didn’t think it was important.”

“I could have at least stopped him.” She sighs, then takes a long swig of her own cup. “She was… pretty.”

You watch Tony as he pauses mid-conversation with Bruce to look at you and Natasha. He’s got a stupid shit-eating grin on his face, and you immediately decide you want to punch him in it. “She was okay.”

“Not interested in dating a fellow agent?” 

“Not interested in dating someone who only cares about my past.” You clarify, looking down at your drink. 

Natasha’s free hand finds yours, fingers winding together to give you a small squeeze. “I get that.”

“I know you do,” you look back at her, that all-too familiar fluttering in your stomach back stronger than ever. 

Yeah, you’re definitely in love with her.

iv

When you were first saved by SHIELD, it took weeks for you to regain your ability to somewhat trust again. You were, after all, held in a fireproof cell - not a very good way to welcome someone. After the truth came out about why the Serpent’s secret weapon was a mutated girl, they were quick to ask you to join the Avengers in the hunt to bring him down. They promised protection, safety - promised he’d never get a hold of you again.

Of course, you didn’t believe them at first. It took a long time for you to feel safe again - anywhere, even the Tower. You’d spend long nights laying awake in bed, listening hard for any foreign sounds - which were all sounds, given that you weren’t used to being in the city. You had the worst nightmares, many of which revolved around the Serpent finding you and torturing you. Some were memories of how he turned you into what you are.

Those were always the worst, and thunderstorms always bring them back.

You can almost feel the searing pain of your body coming close to the brink of death, the crackling of lightning in your bones and veins, as you wake up in a cold sweat to the roar of thunder. For a moment, you’re stuck in the memory. You can hear his voice, telling you to be quiet, to be still. You can taste the blood in your mouth, smell the burning of your flesh. You think you hear a scream, and it takes a very long while for you to realize that it’s your own.

Your door opening throws you into a blind panic. You’re tangled in your sheets, and it’s a struggle to move away from the approaching figure. All you can see is him, his menacing glare, his snarling voice-

“(Y/N), it’s me,” but it isn’t him. It’s not him. You have to focus on that as a familiar face comes into view, one that doesn’t make you want to cry and run. 

Natasha doesn’t expect you to throw yourself into her arms, sobbing profusely. Her stiff, startled posture quickly relaxes and her arms wrap around you, pulling you close against her. She’s slightly rocking the both of you, quiet words you don’t understand leaving her lips.

As you calm down, you realize she’s murmuring something in Russian. You knew she was from Russia and that she spoke the language, but you don’t think you’ve ever heard her speak it around you before. 

It’s… nice, even if you don’t understand it. The softness of her tone is pleasant, anchoring you in the wake of your scrambled mind. Even after you’ve stopped crying, she doesn’t let you go, doesn’t stop speaking in that hushed voice.

I love her, you think mournfully. Holy shit, I’m in love with her. 

You pull back just enough to wipe at your wet cheeks, muttering out: “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“I heard you screaming and I was terrified,” Natasha admits quietly. “I thought-” another roll of thunder makes you shudder, and the redhead moves one of her hands from your back to brush your hair behind your ear. “Did you have another nightmare?”

You let out a shaking breath. “It was a memory.”

You hear Natasha sigh, and the next flash of lightning is enough to catch the concerned expression on her face. 

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

The question should not make your mind go right into the gutter. Still, despite the warmth blooming in your belly, you nod. Natasha helps you untangle from your blanket, and while you miss the feeling of her arms around you, it isn’t long before she encourages you to lay back down. 

You’re surprised when you feel a hand on your waist; Natasha is rarely so hesitant to ask you to cuddle. You ease yourself against her, becoming a cozy cocoon of limbs and sheets. She tucks your head under her chin, her hand running small, soothing circles into your back.

“I’m sorry you can’t forget him,” she murmurs so quietly you almost don’t hear her.

Sleepily, you tighten your own hold around her slightly. “It’s okay, Nat. It’s not your fault.”

“It’s not yours, either,” she reminds lightly. 

Yes, you’re definitely hopelessly in love with her. Well, fuck. 

v

You can almost hear the last thing Natasha said to you before you went out on this mission: “Kick some ass, be home for dinner.” An inside joke that started up rather early on in your friendship. You long to hear that voice again, the separation hitting you harder after your recent revelations about your feelings. To make matters worse, things have gone far south. 

Your worst fear had been correct: the Serpent was looking for you, and he was determined to get you back. Somehow, he managed to ambush you and your squad. After the first month, you lost communications with the Tower, and with SHIELD, leaving you to lead alone. What had once been a two-month mission became three, then four, then six. 

You’re exhausted by the time you’re back on the quinjet, both mentally and physically. The mission wasn’t successful at all; the facility you were supposed to infiltrate was supposed to be unguarded. Either the Serpent knew you were coming, or he was hiding something. He sent wave after wave of his goons after you, keeping you far from the place without the help of the other Avengers. 

It was initially a precaution, when Steve and Fury told the agents to do everything in their power to ensure the Serpent didn’t find you and take you again. Most of the time, you were with Natasha or Steve or even Tony, but this was the first mission they sent you off to on your own, and it’s the first time the Serpent has ever truly come after you. Even in the heat of battle, there was always someone trying to lure you away from the thick of it

You are, honestly, very lucky to be alive right now.

You lost quite a few agents. Several others are injured, the medics working on them quickly for the entirety of the trip home. Home. You want nothing more than to curl up in your own bed and cry.

Your first mission on your own, and you blew it. Badly.

It’s late when you arrive, and you’re damn grateful for it. You’re silent as you limp through the seemingly empty Tower, the wounds on your leg and side finally starting to bother you. Really, your whole body is just sore. You feel like there isn’t a surface on it that isn’t bruised.

Your attempts at taking off your bloodied uniform are futile. You can’t help the quiet grunts of pain as you try to simply unzip your jacket, the sting in your side just too sharp to ignore. 

There’s a soft knock at your door. You almost want to tell them to go away, but decide better of it and tell them to come in.

Natasha has uncharacteristically dark circles under her eyes, but the moment her gaze lands on you, there seems to be a spark of life within them. She breathes out a relieved sigh, shutting the door behind her and approaching you quickly, her eyes scanning all over your face as if she were drinking in every detail.

“They said you might not come back,” she says quietly.

You summon a small, cocky smirk. “Takes a little more than a small army to take me down.”

The redhead says nothing as she pulls you into a tight embrace. You let out a hiss when the contact causes your injuries to flare. Natasha immediately pulls away from you.

“You’re hurt.” She observes.

You shrug. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

“Let me look at it,” she orders, and you blush.

“I- uh, I can’t- really take this off.” You admit shyly.

“Can I-?” Her hand raises towards your jacket, and you nod reluctantly.

You’re embarrassingly flustered by the gentle way Natasha undresses you. It’s not even sexual, you’re just so caught up in the warmth of her gaze. The tenderness of her fingertips as they brush against your skin, careful as she helps you out of your shirt. 

You watch her silently as she looks at your side, then nearly let out a strangled noise of surprise when she starts unbuckling your pants. When you’re just in your bra and underwear, she guides you to your desk chair and urges you to sit. She leaves your room for a few moments before returning with a first aid kit.

She gets to work quickly.

“This is gonna sting,” she warns before pressing something that reeks like chemicals against the wound on your side. You bite your lower lip and try to focus on anything but the way her free hand is balancing itself on the bare thigh of your uninjured leg. Once the blood is cleared away, she clicks her tongue. “It doesn’t need stitches, at least. Why didn’t you get these checked out on the quinjet?”

“I got the least of it,” you mumble, looking away from her. 

As she applies bandaging to the wound, Natasha shakes her head disapprovingly. “Nope, you aren’t going to start thinking like that.”

“People died, Tash. To keep him from taking me.” You clench your fists at your sides as Natasha starts disinfecting your leg.

“And you are not to blame for that.” Her tone gives little room for argument, but still, you press on:

“If I was with anyone else - if anything happened to someone I knew - because of me, I don’t know what I’d-”

“(Y/N).” Natasha’s firm voice forces you to look back up at her. “I don’t know what I’d do if he got to you.”

“They died for nothing, Nat,” you whisper, unable to keep the tears from swelling in your eyes. 

“They didn’t die for nothing,” Natasha’s hands go still. “You aren’t nothing.”

You fall silent after that, letting Natasha work on your leg. This one doesn’t need stitches either, but it’s deep. You’re usually a quick healer, anyway - though not instantaneously like most superpowered humans. Natasha takes great care in wrapping it up, though, and you feel like she’s taking a bit longer to treat this one than the first.

When she’s satisfied, she doesn’t move from her position. She had gotten on her knees to work on your leg, and now she’s just… quiet. You know her well enough by now to know that she’s working out a way to ask you something - or to say something.

“I was so fucking scared that I’d never see you again,” she murmurs, finally looking back up at you. 

Your heart stammers in your chest at the intensity of those dark green eyes. “Sorry I was late for dinner,” you say to try and ease the sudden tension. 

She inhales sharply, and you don’t know how to process the wetness rising in her eyes. You’ve never seen her cry before. Not once. “When they said they lost comms, I really thought-”

“Hey,” you place a hand on her shoulder. “I’m back, right? I’m okay.”

There’s a wet sniffle, and Natasha blinks her tears back. “Yeah,” she smiles, “you’re back.”

Despite the shimmering tears threatening to fall, and despite the obvious tiredness in her eyes, Natasha looks breath-taking. You didn’t realize just how much you missed her face until now, and you try to memorize every detail. Her pouty lips, her soft and delicate features that hide the danger of the Black Widow. Those emerald eyes you hadn’t stopped thinking about for the entirety of the past six months.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s just how heavily the thought has been on your mind for so long, or perhaps it’s a combination of the two. You just can’t help saying it out loud, so quietly you almost hope Natasha hadn’t heard it: “I’m so in love with you.”

There’s a blink of surprise, and your stomach drops. Why did you say that? You’re ready to spew out some kind of shitty cover that wouldn’t have made any sense when Natasha’s response stuns you into silence.

“It’s about damn time.”

And then her lips are on yours.

You definitely didn’t think kissing would be all it’s cracked up to be, but once you get over the initial shock you eagerly melt into the sensation of Natasha’s lips moving against your own. She’s slow, patient as she guides you. One of her hands is cupping your jaw, the thumb smoothing over your skin as her other hand grabs one of your own. She places it on her waist, and you quickly move your other hand to curl into her hair.

You feel something blossoming inside you, warm and brilliant as a summer day.

When Natasha pulls away, you’re breathless and she’s wearing such a soft, tender smile. “You sure you haven’t done that before?”

You huff out a laugh. “Didn’t think it would ever feel like that.”

“Is that a good thing?” Her free hand brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. 

“Definitely wouldn’t complain about doing it again.”

Natasha laughs before pressing another kiss to your lips. “For the record, I’ve been in love with you for the past year.”

“Oh,” you blush. “Uh- sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” her smile turns wicked, a challenging spark in her gaze. “I just mean we have a lot of time to make up for.”

+1

“Hang in there, kid,” Tony encourages as another wave of bullets rains down on your cover. Raiding the facility again meant bringing backup, and backup meant taking care of the bigger waves of idiots so that you, Tony and a few others could get a head-start. Unfortunately, you’d been cornered on the roof. You flinch at the booming voice calling from somewhere beyond.

“You had nothing until I found you! You were an orphan. Your parents didn’t even want you! I made you powerful,” there’s a blast as an explosive is thrown too close to where you’d hunkered down. “I gave you a gift,” he continues, and then there’s a brief silence. “And this is how you repay me?”

Your anger flares, sharp and sudden. You stand up from behind the vent as soon as you hear the telltale clicks of an empty barrel. Your fists are consumed by flames, and suddenly everything comes bubbling to the surface: your rage, your hurt, your anger, your loss.

“You made me a monster,” you snarl. “You stole me and you turned me into a monster.”

His smile is cruel, merciless. “You’re pathetic. You were always weak.”

With this, you finally snap and launch yourself at him. Your fire knocks him back several feet, and he cracks his knuckles, which are beginning to turn a strange red. 

“You aren’t the only one with tricks up her sleeve, sweetheart,” the Serpent sneers as he sends a blast of fire at you.

You dodge it in time for it to not burn your uniform, and you quickly shake off your initial surprise before lunging at him again. It’s difficult fighting on the roof of the compound, but you quickly learn that every move he makes is one that he had taught you himself. 

He had always told you to let your rage consume you. To let yourself succumb to it, let it strengthen you. It was always a toxic way of living, and you haven’t used that tactic in many battles as you know most of his goons are simply hired mercenaries, but you feel it now. Like a drug you’ve long since quit, the high is immediate and intoxicatingly addictive.

He’s bigger, and he might be a little stronger, but you were his weapon. He made you to be more powerful than he was, and that was his biggest mistake. 

Your fire seems brighter, and it isn’t long before one harsh wave of it gets him. You suppose he isn’t fireproof like you are, if his agonized wail as he clutches his burning arm is anything to go by. 

Something cold pierces your shoulder from behind.

The pain of it doesn’t quite register at first, until another comes along. You turn to face the source.

Another one of the Serpent’s guard dogs. They came along when they were fifteen, and you always knew something wasn’t quite right about them. You can’t even recall their name, but the fury in their eyes is all too familiar.

You’re barely able to avoid the sudden wave of icicle spikes heading your way, a simple flash of fire just enough to melt them in time. With fire coming at you from your left, and ice from your right, you find yourself entirely in fight-or-flight mode.

Instinct takes over, anger fueling every action as you try to balance yourself between the two. You’re sweating, now, with the effort and it isn’t long before you’re starting to get sloppy. You almost want to ask Stark what’s taking him so fucking long, but you can barely think about your next move let alone call for backup.

Suddenly, ice appears under your feet. You scramble to catch yourself before a blast of fire sends you flying towards the ledge. With nothing there to stop you, you’re barely able to catch yourself before you go falling. You definitely haven’t tested how many floors you can fall from before, and you certainly aren’t going to start now.

Before you can register what’s happened, you hear someone yell as they fall over the ledge. Surprised, you look up to find Natasha going head-to-head with the Serpent.

Natasha. A blast of fire can do real damage to her.

Panicked, you scramble to your feet and slide over the ice to breathe fire out of your mouth at the Serpent. That’s something you recently learned to do (mostly because Peter wanted to know if you could) and that surprise is enough to send him dangerously close to the other edge of the roof. 

Natasha advances quicker than you can, and you’re horrified when, just as she kicks him over, he grabs her by the ankle and drags her over the ledge with him.

You’re moving before you can even think it through. You can only think about Natasha falling and how you absolutely cannot let him take her from you. Not when he’s taken everything else.

You’re plummeting after them, a powerful wave of heat behind you as you catch up to Natasha, who had just kicked the shit out of the Serpent. Before you know it, she’s in your arms and you’re-

“You can fly?” Natasha exclaims breathlessly, and- yeah. Yeah you can.

That’s new.

There’s blue fire emanating around you, but it doesn’t seem to hurt the redhead.

“I guess I can,” you fly a little too quickly back to the roof, landing roughly but keeping your grip around the woman in your arms. “All it took was for you to fall for me,” you wink, and she giggles despite rolling her eyes.

“Or you were just waiting to use that line.”

“Kid, you still with us?” Tony’s voice over the comm makes you wince.

“Nat dropped in and pushed him off the roof. Also, I can fly now.” You respond quickly, looking at Natasha with wide eyes. “Is he…?”

Natasha nods slowly. “I… heard him hit the ground.” She pauses, one of her hands coming up to stroke your cheek lovingly. “Are you okay?”

You can’t resist kissing her, and you love the way she smiles against your lips. 

“I’m always okay with you,” you answer.

“Please turn off the comm if you’re going full-homo.” Tony pipes in and both you and Natasha groan as he makes his landing. 

You set Natasha down gently, though you keep an arm around her waist as one of her own stays around your shoulders. 

“The others are on their way. All clear on our end,” Tony reveals his face, and he’s clearly had his fill of this fight. He’s sweating, a little out of breath. “So, is he dead?”

“Yeah,” Natasha confirms, her hand squeezing your shoulder lightly. “It’s finally over.”

“It’s never over,” you remind her, and she hums, leaning into you affectionately. 

“At least with him, it is.”

In the aftermath of the battle, amidst the ash and dust, all you can think of is Natasha. Natasha, the woman you never expected to love but now care for so intensely, so damn much, you literally jumped off of a roof for her.

“I love you,” you tell her, nuzzling into her hair as Tony and the others join you.

“I love you, too,” Natasha responds, pressing a lasting kiss to your cheek. “So much.”

You’ve fallen for her in a lot of ways, and you doubt that you’ll ever stop falling any time soon.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanova #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanova x reader #mcu imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov imagine #natasha romanova imagine #5+1 #wlw imagine

[swfteverlqrk]

He looks good with kids.

Bucky x female!reader

Warnings: Kids. Jk, none, pure fluff.

Summary: Yn heart can't love more Bucky, but it can when she sees him with kids.

A/N: I gave a warning that i wanted to just write about domestic/Dad bucky. Is just the first of a thousand of bucky's fic's :)

You arrived with your hand holding Bucky's.

"Aunt yn!" a little girl ran to you. 

“Hey mor!” you let go of Bucky´s hand and hold the little girl. “how is my princess doing?” 

“I dont want to be a princess anymore!” she said with a frown, you put her down. 

“Why?” you tried to not laugh. 

“Because if i want to be a queen, im gonna have to get married... with a...” she made a long pause, trying to say the next words. “boy! ew!” she said with a repulsive expression. 

that was something you loved about the kids, their honesty, saying everything uncensored, you saw Bucky trying not to laugh next to you. “Morgan, say hi to Bucky, dont be rude.”

“Hi, Mr Barnes.” she was shy, and added a little wave, without leaving your side. 

“Call me Bucky.” he winked at her, which made the girl blush, who could blame her?. 

she nodded and then her mother appeared “Morg, go play.” the little girl obey and got inside the house. “Im so glad you could make it” she greeted huging you and gave your boyfriend a warm and friendly handshake. “But please come in”.

you took Bucky´s hand again, and got inside the house, it was such a warm and really normal and familiar house, you wouldnt guess it was Tony Stark place, it wasnt a big mansion as he used to, it didnt have any  technology gadget, and they had a yard, more like a yard it was a private forest, where all the avengers were. 

“Im going to say hi to Natasha” you said, seeing her in the distance. 

“Ok, i´ll go with Steve and Sam.” you nodded, Bucky kissed your cheek and headed to Natasha. 

“Hey you!” your friend hugged you with one arm, cause she was holding a two month baby on her free arm, her daughter “Hey Thea, im your aunt, yn.” 

the baby girl smiled at hearing your voice. “Can i hold her?” 

“Of course!” she handed you the baby, when you took her in your arms, Nat sat down, glad that her arms could rest for a while. “Where´s Bucky?” 

“Over there with your husband and Sam” 

“It´s dangerous when they get together” you chuckled, giving her the reason, the baby start to cry. “Oh, let me” 

“No,Nat, i can, dont cry Thea.” you rocked her and started singing to her. “ Hey Dorothea

Do you ever stop and think about me?

When we were younger

Down in the park”

“Doesnt she looks gorgeous with kids?” Bucky asked his two friends, they rolled their eyes. 

“Uncle Bucky!” a boy approached. 

“Hey kids!” they high five, smiling, it were AJ and Cass wilson, Sam nephews. 

“Did you brought us what we asked for?” the soldier nodded, they went to his car, where he let out some water guns. 

“Cool, thank you!” the younger one hugged his uncle and ran after his brother. 

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” Sarah shouted at him, oops. “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?, YOU GAVE MY BOYS WATER GUNS!" 

Nat noticed bucky´s scared face while Sarah continued shouting at him. “Yn, your boyfriend is in trouble.”

“What?” you turned to see Bucky in the entrance. “I´ll be back.” you gave her Thea, and walked. “What´s going on?” 

“James gave my kids water guns!” 

your eyes opened surprised. “Why?, Bucky what...?”

“They asked me to, they texted me!” he said innocent. 

“If something happens, they are your kids” Sarah said at Bucky and left, she was a good mom, she wanted what was best for her kids. 

you went to sit with Bucky, saying hi to Thor and Jane, until three little girls, Morgan Stark, Cassie Lang and the younger who was Alice Quill walked there. “Auntie yn, can you come play with us?” Morgan said with a small pout. 

“I´ll love it, but im going to help Sam, Sarah and Vision, to get the food ready. 

“I can play with you.” Bucky said letting go of your hand. “If you want to.”

the three girls looked at you, where you just nodded. “Go, he is funny!” your boyfriend got up and walked. Morgan took the initiative and took Bucky´s hand. 

“So, prince, which is your first decrete?” Cassie Lang said laughing, it been thirty minutes and the girls were comfortable now with the ex soldier, hugging him, holding his hands. 

“That i get a bigger crown.” he took his princess crown off, which was hurting him, making the three girls laugh. 

“Hands up! We are taking him”  The older Wilson said, pointing with his water gun.

“He is our prince, you cant take him.” The little Quill said, trying hard to hold to Bucky. 

“We can!” Billy Maximoff said, he took A.J gun and got Bucky back wet. 

‘i see why Sarah hated me for the water guns’ bucky thought to himself. 

The boys were shooting water to the girls, and them throwing grass and toys, your boyfriend got up and tried to run. 

“He is leaving!” Billy said, and all ran after him, you wouldnt guess that the weight of 7 kids could make a super soldier fall to the ground. 

“Is little yn in love?” a girl voice said, Carol Danvers. 

“Hey, Danvers” you turned and hugged her. “How are you?” 

you started catching up, she telling you stories about the space, once in a while you turned to see Bucky in the ‘jail’, that was a playpen, where all the kids put him.

“You know his wife, will come to rescue him, right?” Morgan said to A.J while having a tea party.

“What wife?” 

“Yn, duh.” she said as it was the only option. 

“They arent married” the boy said. 

“yes they are.” A.J just shooked his head. 

“Kids, the food is ready!” Sam shouted and the kids ran, Bucky got up from the playpen  that they took from Thea, he approached you. 

“I was expecting you to come to my rescue"he said resting his chin on your neck.

"Oh no, did you saw them? They had guns" you teased him, turning around to see him.

"Yn! You can stop time!" He said like a little kid, maybe an hour with 7 seven kids was more than enough.

"Here, you hamburger" You just said handing him the plate, with the bun and meat.

"Thank you, where we'll sit?"

You looked around searching for an empty table. "There" you pointed. "I was thinking of telling Sarah and Sam to sit with us".

Your boyfriend nodded, and taking your hand, you walked to the table, you were going to start eating when three girls approached the table.

"Aunt...yn... Can we, sit here?" Morgan Stark said shy, with Cassie and Alice by her side.

"Uh..." You looked at your boyfriend who with his look, he told you it was fine. "Sure, come."

"Guys, they said yes!" Morgan shouted and four more kids appeared.

"i thought it was only you three" Bucky said, trying not to laugh.

They sat, Morgan between you and Bucky, the food was delicious, and the kids were a good company. Bucky went for Soda, and coming back to his place he kissed your cheek, making you blush.

"I told you they are married!" Morgan said to A.J, biting her food.

"W-what?" You almost choke with the soda.

"Morgan thinks you two are married, but I've been telling her, you are just boyfriend and girlfriend" A.J said tired of the same argument.

"We are not married, sweetie" you cleared to the little Stark, who frown her eyebrows, confused.

"Then, why you kiss?, My mom and dad told me only married people do that." She looked at you, waiting for an answer, she was really confused, Bucky just smiled a bit.

"Because...umm..." You made a pause thinking what to answer, all the kids look where on you in that moment.

"We are going to get married, we're engaged." Bucky finally said, the most serious he could, not making notice it was a lie.

"When?" Cassie asked excited.

"Soon, in a few years, right yn?" You nodded, you let out a relief sigh, until two boys voices started arguing.

"Hey, Billy, Tommy, what is going on?"

"He took my chips without asking!" Tommy answered, looking at his brother wanting to kill him.

"But Tommy doesn't wants to share!" They started arguing again.

"Don't fight. Billy, we asked for things, and Tommy we have to share" they rolled their eyes, knowing their were being scolded. "Now Tommy, apologize"

"B-but."

"Tommy!" You looked at him, really serious. He took air and apologize, same with Billy. "Now both of you, go for more chips." They got up and murmuring they said something like 'she acted just like mom'

The food time was over, you and Bucky played hide and seek with the kids, when it was the soldiers turn to found you, Alice was the only one who hided with you, but when you had to find them, you knew wherever was Bucky you'll find at least a fifty percent of the kids. The time passed quickly hiding, and laughing.

"Who wants dessert?" Pepper said to the kids, whose eyes opened wide.

"Come on, Uncle Bucky!" Morgan took one hand of his and Cassie another, and walked together, but Alice started to cry.

"Um, Buck, you left something here." You said while Alice was on your arms.

"Sorry, baby, come on" he pointed his back with his head, and you put the little girl there. "Hold on tight" She did, putting her little arms around Bucky neck, while walking to the food area.

Once they got their dessert, including Bucky, all went to sit and start playing charades, you only heard kids real laughs, making you smile.

"Kids, why don't you go for yn?, she loves to play this, but it's to shy" Billy and Cassie nodded and went to grab you while you were with Tony and Steve.

"Come play with us, aunt yn!" Both making a pout. "Uncle Bucky said you like to play!"

"He did?" You gave a killing look to the blue eyed man, who just lift his shoulders innocent. "Fine, let's go"

You left Tony and Steve, and went play, you sat next to Bucky, his arm around your shoulders, that pose didn't last, because when you got up to play, Morgan took your place next to Bucky. 'Oh, so Bucky is the new favorite' you thought seeing him surrounded by all of them.

The day was over, after saying bye to Gamora, Quill and Alice, you helped Pepper to clean a bit.

"You know something, yn?" She said serious.

"Mhm?" You were picking up the plates and cups.

"All this afternoon, i saw a girl with Bucky, you should be more careful."

A girl? Which girl? All of the avengers girls were taken, you thought for a few seconds, but no one came to your mind, until Pepper told you to turn, where it was your boyfriend and the girl who wanted to steal him, Morgan, watching the Sunset, she was in his arms, one arm on his neck, while he was talking to her, not being to able hear, but seeing him with kids, to see his sweet and soft side made your heart melt.

"So, you see, the sun loves the moon so much, he goes to let her shine for hours." The girl's eye opened wide at the story.

"Morgan, they have to go." Her mother said walking to her.

"Stay to sleep, please?" Morgan said with a pout, without letting go of Bucky.

"We are going to stay at the Roger's, baby girl." You told her, which made her sad. "But, if you behave, we can make a sleepover next week at my place!"

Her eyes shined, and a smile appeared. "Really?"

"Of course, beautiful, but you have to be nice, ok?" Your boyfriend told the little girl putting her down.

"Mom, he calls me beautiful! He doesn't calls yn that" she tried to whisper but failed, Pepper just nodded, taking her hand, getting inside of the house"Bye guys." Morgan shouted before entering the house.

"what?" Your boyfriend noticed you looking at him.

"nothing..." You chuckled softly, and got into the Rogers car.

A few days later.

You were making breakfast, when your phone rang, the contact name was Tony Stark, it was a FaceTime. What if something had happened to him? Was he okay? You answered nervous, but when the camera opened, you saw Morgan, making you feel relieved.

"Hey Morgan!" You greeted her.

"Hi, aunt yn!" You could tell her she was trying to see the house, looking for something. "Are you alone?"

"Yes?"you said confused" But one friend is coming over."

"Oh, is not uncle Bucky there?" You chuckled, of course she wanted to see her 'uncle'.

"No sweetie" you shook your head, making Morgan eyes sad. "He went to help uncle Sam with something, he'll be back at night."

"Oh okay, I'll call him then! Bye." You were going to talk but she hang up.

The night came and your boyfriend went to your place to say hi and having dinner.

While eating dinner, you said to him about the morning call.

"I received a weird call today"

"What?, From who?" He asked looking up from his dumplings.

"A girl you know." You said serious, like you were mad.

"come on yn, it was Wanda? Or Carol, or Natasha?" You shook your head.

"Morgan Stark" He laughed.

"Wait, why?"

"She wanted to talk to you, you should call her" your look went back to your noodles.

"Are you jealous that she prefers me?" He teased you, making you laugh.

"No..."

"Yes, you are." He pointed his fork at you, making you let out a good laugh.

"Just call Morgan!" You said playing you were angry, after dinner he did, you heard how Morgan told him all about school, and her toys, and dolls, all that she could ever think about, and he was paying attention, gasping every minute about something she said or showed.

Your heart melted again. 'He looks so good with kids'.

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Fluff Alphabet

A/N: This is a bit of a collab with my bestest best friend @lokistan! The ever amazing Star helped me come up with a question for each letter and she wrote the entirety of “N” herself! Hope you enjoy :)

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A=Adoration: What do they adore about you? • Everything. How understanding you are. Loki’s been through a lot, and you’re always patient with him. Even if he was nervous about the relationship in the beginning, you let him take his time, reassuring him you could go slow. And knowing all that, you always checked if he was alright, making sure you weren’t doing anything that made him uncomfortable or weren’t going to fast. He didn’t think anyone else would be quite as considerate as you.

B=Beauty: What do they find most beautiful about you? • Your smile. When you look at him with your face all lit up, he thinks his heart is going to burst from joy. No one else had ever looked at him quite as softly, as kindly, as genuinely as that. He likes to think about your smile as he drifts off at night. It gives him the best dreams.

C=Cuddles: Do they like cuddling? • Not at first. Loki is very guarded and letting anyone into his space is a big decision. Once he warms up to you, however, all he wants to do is snuggle. His preference between big spoon and small spoon depends on the day. When he’s feeling particularly antsy or small, all he wants is to be held in your arms as if sheltered from the world. But on his better days, when he just wants to protect his little mortal, he likes to wrap his body around yours, keeping the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness.

D=Date: What’s their favorite date you’ve had? • The first one. He was too nervous at first to go out with you in public, resulting in a dinner for two in his quarters at the Tower. It was happiness like he’d never known before, the first of many soft, quiet moments you two would share. Loki remembers being too nervous to take your hand in his and being pleasantly surprised when you were the one to hesitantly intertwine your fingers together. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget a single moment of that night.

E=Embarrassed: What about you makes them flustered? • The little things. Like when you take his hand in public. Or say you love him. Or throw a smile his way during a debriefing. Or laugh at one of his jokes. Everything you do seems so natural, so genuine, that it throws him off guard for a moment. When he realizes that’s because all the small things are reflections of how much you love him, his face goes bright red!

F=Forever: How do they plan the rest of your life together going? • Honestly, Loki doesn’t like to think about it. He just knows he needs to be with you, and that’s enough. Though, he did find a spell to expand a mortal lifespan, and plans on asking you if it’s ok to use it. If you say yes, he imagines whisking you away to a cabin in the woods for a while, spending some of your many years just basking in each other’s presence. If you say no, that’s fine too; he’ll still treasure every moment you have together and knows he’ll see you again some day.

G=Gifts: Do they like giving gifts? Receiving them? • Loves giving them; mixed feelings on receiving. Loki adores you so wholly and completely, he thinks it only natural he gives you a gift here and there. Ok, at least twice a month. If he sees something that reminds him of you—and most things do in some way—why not gift it to you? You always love them and want to give back to him. It always makes Loki confused because he had never seen himself worthy of such tokens of love. With every one you give him, you change his mind a little more.

H=Hello: What’s their favorite way to greet you? • With a kiss. Nothing long or extremely passionate, usually just a peck on the cheek or back of the hand. Sometimes, he’s too nervous to say he loves you out loud, but the little kiss says it all. Besides, the god considers it an honor to be allowed to be the one to give you such affections, and he plans on making the most of the privilege.

I=Impression: What was their first impression of you? • He’s intrigued. Loki never liked to have particularly strong feelings either way toward someone. But, despite being the God of Lies, he doesn’t like to deceive himself. There was some unplaceable thing about you that drew him in. Eventually, he realized it was because you never scorned him or cowered for him. No, you were always attentive and interested in listening to him. For someone like Loki, that was rare, so of course he wanted to stick around you.

J=Journal: Do they keep a journal? • Yes. Not religiously or anything. If he misses a few nights, it’s no big deal. He does like to quickly jot down a few thoughts when he can, though, usually about time he spent with you. Then when he can’t be with you at the moment for whatever reason, he can pull it out and flip through, reliving the memories with a smile on his face.

K=Kisses: What’s their favorite part of you to kiss? • The back of your hand. Asgard was a fairly formal place, and having been raised a prince, it was common for him to bow and place a kiss there. But with you, it was different. More meaningful. It was almost a way of bringing his old culture with him, yet making it his own. He wouldn’t always bow when he did it. In fact, more often than not, it was sans bow. Instead, if you were walking down the street hand in hand, he’d lift yours to his lips and plant a quick, gentle kiss there. Or if you were sitting together on the couch, he would do the same. Really, they were a good, fast little reminder of his affection for you at any time of the day. How adorably flustered it made you was just a bonus.

L=Love: How do they tell you they love you? • Through the things he does. Sometimes it’s hard for Loki to actually say the words because of his fears, so he opts to show you. He’ll ask if it’s ok to take care of you if it’s something bigger, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. So if you have a tough day, he’ll ask if it’d be alright if he draws you a bath or gives you a massage. If it’s a smaller thing, he doesn’t mention it. He’s not looking for praise, he just wants to show he loves you. So, sometimes he’ll make your favorites for dinner or dessert, or suggest watching your favorite movie or comfort TV show. Of course, you always notice and respond with “I love you, too.”

M=Mischief: Do they prank you? Prank with you? • Absolutely. Loki is the God of Mischief, a title he prides himself on much more than God of Lies. He never does anything too serious to you, just small things. Like convincing you of something absurd or making an illusion of a rather large bug, just enough to make you jump. Even better is pulling pranks with you. Like convincing Thor everyone but him can lift Mjolnir now. Or making Tony believe he’s going crazy and that beeping he keeps hearing is in his mind. And the best part of it all is when Loki gets to hear your beautiful laugh.

N=Never: What's something they would never do to you? • Push you. Loki understands that some things take time and patience. He would never pressure you to do something that you're not ready to do or say. Loki knows what the weight of the world feels like and would never put you through that. 

O=Original: How original are they when it comes to wooing you? • It can go either way. After all, not too many people have magic at their disposal, and Loki loves using it to impress you. Then again, he loves to throw in cheesy pickup lines that make you grin like an idiot because he just looks so adorable saying them.

P=Protective: How protective are they of you? • Very, but he tries not to let it show. Loki doesn’t want to stifle you or make you think he believes you’re weak. You’re actually one of the strongest people he knows. Still, he always watches over you and checks in on you, making sure you’re alright and no one is upsetting you. And if someone has, oh boy, they better watch out because he certainly will have some choice words for them. Of course, that would come with a threat to the person not to let you know he’d spoken to them. Unless he’d gotten your permission to intervene.

Q=Quiet: What quiet, peaceful moments do they appreciate the most? • The ones where you don’t need to be doing anything else. So many people always need to be talking, but with the storm of thoughts always swirling in his mind, Loki appreciates the quiet. The fact that you two can just lay together saying nothing means so much to Loki. He likes just enjoying your calming presence, looking into each other’s eyes, almost as if communicating through the silence, the special kind that only those as close as you two could truly understand and appreciate.

R=Romance: How romantic are they? • Extremely. Loki loves to sweep you off your feet. He’s a little shy about it at first, but once he’s comfortable, he’s constantly writing/reading you love poems and songs. Candlelit dinners become commonplace and you find rose petals lining your way the table more often than not. And if you ever watch a rom-com, you can bet Loki will be taking notes.

S=Sharing: Are they good at sharing their emotions with you? • Sometimes. If his fears of you leaving get the better of him or cause the problem, he doesn’t really want to talk about it and risk making you upset. Instead, he just lets you hold him when you can tell something’s wrong. But for most other cases he slowly learns how to trust and open up to you, telling you what’s going on inside his mind.

T=Trust: How much do they trust you? • A lot. There's not a single other person in the universe Loki would ever let hold him the way you do. He doesn’t tell anyone else his feelings, either. He loves you and knows you’re there for him, though, so he trusts you won’t tell anyone else. It helps that you trust him so much too.

U=Upset: How do they comfort you when your upset? • By holding you. Even if you’re not at the point where you need to cry, Loki will encompass your body with his, tucking your head under his chin. He’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you feel better, rubbing his hands up and down your back. When you finally look up at him, he’ll shower your face with kisses and ask if you need to talk. If you say no, he just keeps holding you for as long as you’ll let him. If you say yes, he listens intently, offering words of encouragement or advice when you finish. He always makes sure to tell you how proud of you he is for doing your best.

V=Vulnerable: When was the first time they were vulnerable with you? • The first time his nightmares woke you up. You’d both fallen asleep on the sofa watching a movie. Unfortunately, he was startled from his slumber by the dreams that so often plagued him. You rubbed his back while he caught his breath and calmed down. Once he was doing better, you offered to listen to what was wrong. Unable to keep it in any longer, he broke down in your arms. After sharing with you, he felt better than he had in a long time. He didn’t have another nightmare for two months.

W=When: When did they realize they were in love with you? • The first time he said the words. He hadn’t thought about it, so it wasn’t premeditated. You two were just swaying to some music, and you’d looked up to place a quick kiss to his lips. He just looked at you and said the three-word phrase. You replied immediately, seemingly not thinking about it either. Loki realized his heart had known it before his brain, but it was in that moment he realized how true the words were. He loved you.

X=Xaphoon: What kind of music reminds them of you? • Classical music with big, sweeping movements. So often they start off soft, feather-light. Then they crescendo into something bigger, something brighter, something dramatic. It reminds him of the way he feels for you, how it swelled into that big moment of pure and complete love and adoration. If the piece calmed back down again, that was the best, since he’s feelings had settled into his bones, becoming part of him.

Y=Yearning: Do they yearn for you when you’re apart? • Very much so. If he has to go on a mission for a while or accompany Thor to Asgard, he misses you terribly. He’ll look at photos or make an illusion of you, but it’s not the same as actually having you there. When he gets back home, the first thing he does is run into your arms, telling you how much he missed you. The sudden confession he never exactly plans always made him blush.

Z=Zoo: Would they want any pets? • Only if you did. Loki was kind of neutral toward the whole pet thing. Sure, if someone else had one he’d always go and pet it, but having one of his own wasn’t that big of a deal to him. If you did want one, though, Loki would immediately take you to find just the right companion. And once you brought it back home, he’d love to play with it or look at it or tell it how cute it is. Practically becoming its best friend, he can be easily persuaded to adopt one or two or a dozen more. And, of course, he’s so absolutely adorable with it, you’d risk your heart exploding from a cuteness overload and let him pick the one to adopt that time.

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apologies if youve already gotten this, but do you have anything on sibling bonds?

oh i thought i must have reblogged something on siblings before, but apparently not 😳 here’s a couple of things to rectify that a little

- Holly Warburton, Sisters [ full art piece ]

Sometimes I wish I had a twin sister To judge more fairly Than I do myself

- Sarah Jean Grimm

and

- Jean Anouilh, Antigone

People talk about the happy quiet that exist between two lovers, but this too was great; sitting between his sister and his brother, saying nothing, eating. Before the world existed, before it was populated, and before there were wars and jobs and colleges and movies and clothes and opinions and foreign travel — before all of these things there had been only one person, Zora, and only one place: a tent in the living room made from chairs and bed-sheets. After a few years, Levi arrived; space was made for him; it was as if he had always been. (…) He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.

- took this quote from Pauline‘s post; Zadie Smith, On Beauty

- The Plagues, from Prince of Egypt 

- ‘The only person I’d run through an airport for is you’ Fleabag S2

I don’t have time to go through and find specific quotes currently, so just going to list some books with sibling dynamics/bonds, hopefully you find a good read in one of these :-)

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

The God of Small Thngs - Arundhati Roy

Riot Baby - Tochi Onyebuchi

And the Mountains Echoed - Khaled Hosseini

A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L’Engle

Jade City - Fonda Lee

Beloved - Toni Morrison (i haven’t finished this but from what’s happened so far) 

If anyone has poems/book recs, I’m sure anon would appreciate & would love to know too, do feel free to leave a reply (sry inbox is closed)! Feel like I have hardly read enough poems on siblings

#asks #still in the process of moving my highlights etc to one place so i can't just cmd f </3 but i liked the siblings in these books #or well. their dynamics

[buckybarnesbingo]

BBB 2022 Week 1 Roundup!

Title: The Creature in the Lake Creator(s): Damage Link: tumblr Square: C5 - AU: Fantasy Rating: Gen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: Tentacles Major tags: Creature!Bucky, Octo!Bucky Summary: No one has visited Bucky’s lake in a very long time Word count/format: Art

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Title: Find a Home with You (Chapter 3) Creator(s): Faustess Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Space Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Major tags: Angst with a Happy Ending; Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes; De-aged Tony Stark; Parent-Child Relationship; Pre-Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: Chapter summary: The Soldier gets the message... and tears them away from life as they've known it for the past months. Word count/format: 2857 (chapter); 6762 (cumulative)

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Title: If Only I'd Known Creator(s): SpinachGarden Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Last Times/Farewells Rating: Teen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: N/A Major tags: Angst, Sad ending, Bucky leaves for war, Pre CA:TFA Summary: Bucky Barnes says his last goodbyes before leaving for war. Word count/format: 1155

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Title: Darling Prince Creator(s): Ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - Pain Rating: Mature Ship(s): N/a Warnings: Main charactwr death, poison, pain, au, bleeding, asphyxiation, choking, blood tasting (?) Major tags: Poisoning, death, agony Summary: Bucky is wanted dead by the witch that has killed his family and staked claim to his kingdom. He had no army, no allies, so he had no choice but to run. Word count/format: 506

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Title: After Party Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: C2 - Restrained Rating: Explicit Ship(s): WinterIron (Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark) Warnings: Self-esteem issues, smut, light bondage Major tags: Domestic Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Fluff, Restraints, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Self-Esteem Issues, Parent Tony Stark, Established Relationship, Light Bondage, Fluff and Smut, Birthday Smut, Birthday Cake, Birthday Sex Summary: In the aftermath of Tony's birthday celebration, Bucky finds himself alone and reflecting on his position in Tony's life. When Tony returns to discover his lover in a state of deep contemplation, the two decide to share an intimate celebration of their own to ring out the rest of Tony's birthday together. Word count/format: 13232

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Title: The Trick is to Keep Breathing Creator(s): illogicalkat Link: ao3 Square: C4 - Under the Radar Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: none Major tags: post break up, pre-relationship, AU - no powers Summary: Tonight was going to be another evening of ice cream and crying into his cat’s fur, not running away from his younger sister’s very fancy birthday party in this really nice house because he’s just done with trying to put on a happy face. Steve had blindsided him with their breakup. Hell, they’d been talking about marriage last month, and then Steve takes him out to breakfast on a freaking Tuesday and announces that he’s moving out. But don’t worry, James can keep the cat. Word count/format: 3469

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Title: Guilt Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Backstabbing Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Reader Steve/Reader Warnings: polyamory, implied cheating Major tags: polyamory, implied cheating Summary: She was caught with his best friend...but they both knew her terms before pursuing a relationship with her Word count/format: 597

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Title: A Life of Learning Creator(s): SpinachGarden Link: ao3 Square: U2 - Bucky/Sam Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/Sam Warnings: None Major tags: Slow Dancing, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Happy, Short & Sweet Summary: It’s months after they move in that Bucky finds out Sam dances in the kitchen when he’s home alone, and perhaps if he’d walked in the door five minutes later he’d never have known. When he comes home from the grocery store, a little earlier than he predicted because there was no line, and finds Sam dancing away to an old record, he can’t keep the smile off his face. Word count/format: 1288

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Title: Home Again Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: B4 - Alpine Rating: Mature Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Blood Loss Major tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie)Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Pre-Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss Summary: Bucky returns from a grueling mission to his new best friend Alpine. He begins pondering the path he's been on after facing the reality that some wounds can never truly be healed. In the height of his exhaustion, Bucky finds comes face to face with the last person that he ever anticipated seeing again in this lifetime or any other. When one of his biggest regrets manifests before him in impossible ways, will Bucky find the strength to make up for the mistakes of the past and find something even more profound along the way? Word count/format: 4141

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Title: Part One: Avengers Assemble Creator(s): Faustess (collab with Poliz!) Link: ao3 Square: Y5 - Warm and Fuzzy Feelings Rating: Gen Ship(s): Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Major tags: Alternate Universe: Harry Potter Setting, Teen Romance, Alternate Universe - Boarding Schools; Female Tony Stark, Comics Background Clint; young versions of the Avengers Summary: Clint was beginning to think he'd made a big mistake boarding the train headed to Hogwarts; after all, he barely knew anything about the magic world. But then he met Natasha, Steve ... and Bucky. Maybe he could find a place to fit in after all. Word count/format: 3275 (between the two of us)

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Title: Waiting on the corner Creator(s): Holylulusworld Link: tumblr Square: U4 - Waiting Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader Warnings: angst, tw: attempted sexual assault, unrequited feelings, best friends to enemies, violence against the reader Major tags: Bucky Barnes Summary: You’ve been waiting for your whole life… Word count/format: 3,7 k (san lyrics)

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Title: "The usual, please" Creator(s): Nivelle Link: tumblr Square: K2 - Alpine Rating: Gen Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Warnings: N/A Major tags: Alternate Universe, Shrunkyclunks Summary: Bucky has a bodega and Steve is a regular customer. Word count/format: art

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Title: Monster in law Creator(s): Holylulusworld Link: tumblr Square: B1 - Winnifred Barnes Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader Warnings: angst, language, unplanned pregnancy Major tags: Bucky Barnes, AU Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes fanfiction Summary: You meet your mother-in-law for the first time. Word count/format: 3k

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Title: Worst-in-law Creator(s): Holylulusworld Link: tumblr Square: U5 - Cuddling Rating: Mature Ship(s): CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader Warnings: angst, awful mother-in-law, unplanned pregnancy, awful behavior Major tags: Bucky Barnes, CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes fanfiction Summary: Will Bucky make things up. Is Winnifred still a cunt? We will see... Word count/format: 2,4 k

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Title: Home Again (Chapter 2) Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: B5 - AU: Supernatural Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury Major tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie)Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury Summary: Bucky finds himself facing his inner demons when he's surrounded by a face from the past. As he struggles with his troubled thoughts, Bucky is given a second chance to reevaluate what is still ahead of him. Word count/format: This chapter has 6,634 words

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[casxmorgan]

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100 Years of Solitude

11.22.63

120 Days of Sodom

1491

1984

A Brief History of Time

A Canticle for Leibowitz

A Child Called It

A Clockwork Orange

A Confederacy of Dunces

A History of the World in Ten and a Half Chapters

A Land Fit for Heroes Trilogy

A Little Life

A Naked Singularity

A People's History of the United States

A Scanner Darkly

A Series of Unfortunate Events

A Short History of Nearly Everything

A Song of Ice and Fire

A Storm of Swords

A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments

A Thousand Splendid Suns

A Walk in the Woods

A World Lit Only by Fire

Accursed Kings

Alice in Wonderland

All Quiet on the Western Front

All the Light We Cannot See

All the Pretty Horses

America, the Book

American Gods

American Psycho

And then There Were None

Angela’s Ashes

Animal Farm

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

Anna Karenina

Anything Terry Pratchett, But, Mort is My Favorite

Anything Written by Robin Hobb

Apt Pupil

Artemis Fowl

Asimov's Guide to the Bible

Asoiaf

Atlas Shrugged

Bartimeaus

Batman: the Long Halloween

Battle Royale

Beat the Turtle Drum

Behind the Beautiful Forevers

Belgariad Series

Beloved

Berserk

Bestiario

Black Company

Blankets/habibi

Blind Faith

Blindness

Blood Meridian

Blood and Guts: a History of Surgery

Bluest Eye

Brandon Sanderson

Brave New World

Breakfast of Champions

Bridge to Terabithia

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: an Indian History of the American West

Calvin and Hobbs

Candide

Carrie

Cat's Cradle

Catch 22

Cats Cradle

Chaos

Child of God

Choke

Chuck Palahniuk

City of Ember

City of Thieves

Cloud

Collapse

Come Closer

Complaint

Confessions of a Mask

Contact

Conversation in the Cathedral

Cosmos

Crime and Punishment

Dan Brown

David

Dead Birds Singing

Dead Mountain: the Untold True Story of the Dyatlov Pass Incident

Delta Venus

Die Räuber (the Robbers)

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep

Don Quixote

Dragonlance

Dune

Dying of the Light

East of Eden

Educated

Empire of Sin: a Story of Sex, Jazz, Murder, and the Battle for Modern New Orleans

Enders Game

Enders Shadow

Escape from Camp 14

Ever Since Darwin

Every Man Dies Alone

Everybody Poops

Everything is Illuminated

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Fahrenheit 451

Far from the Madding Crowd

Faust

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S Thompson

Feet of Clay

Fight Club

First Law

Flowers for Algernon

Flowers in the Attic

Foundation

Foundation Series

Foundation Trilogy

Frankenstein

Freakonomics

Fun Home

Galapagos

Geek Love

Gerald’s Game

Ghost Story

Go Ask Alice

Go Dog Go

Godel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid

Goldfinch

Gone Girl

Gone with the Wind

Good Omens

Grapes of Wrath

Great Expectations

Greg Egan

Guards! Guards!

Guns Germs and Steel

Guts (short Story)

Half a World

Ham on Rye

Hannibal Rising

Hard Boiled Wonderland

Hatchet

Haunted

Hawaii

Heart Shaped Box

Heart of Darkness

Hellbound Heart

Hellraiser

Hell’s Angels

Helter Skelter

His Dark Materials

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Hogg

Holocaust by Bullets

House of Leaves

How to Cook for Fourty Humans

How to Win Friends and Influence People

Huckleberry Finn

Hyperion

I Am America, and So Can You

I Am the Messenger

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

I Was Dr. Mengele’s Assistant

In Cold Blood

In Search of Our Mother's Gardens

Independent People

Infinite Jest

Into Thin Air

Into the Wild

Introduction to Linear Algebra

Invisible Monsters

Ishmael

It

Jacques Le Fataliste

Jane Eyre

Jaunt

Job: a Comedy of Justice

John Dies at the End

John Grisham

Johnathan Livingston Seagull

Johnny Got His Gun

Jon Ronson

Journal of a Novel

Jurassic Park

Justine

L'histoire D'o

Lamb

Last Exit to Brooklyn

Les Miserables

Lies My Teacher Told Me

Life of Pi

Limits and Renewals

Little House in the Big Woods

Lockwood & Co.

Lolita

Looking for Trouble

Lord Foul’s Bane

Lord of the Flies

Lyddie

Malazan Book of the Fallen

Maldoror

Manufacturing Consent: the Political Economy of the Mass Media

Man’s Search for Meaning

Mark Twain’s Autobiography

Maus

Meditations

Megamorphs (series)

Mein Kampf

Memnooch the Devil

Metro 2033

Michael Crichton

Middlesex

Mindhunter

Misery

Mistborn

Moby Dick

Mrs. Dalloway

My Side of the Mountain

My Sweet Audrina

Nacht über Der Prärie (night over the Prairie)

Naked Lunch

Name of the Wind

Neuromancer

Never Let Me Go

Neverwhere

New York

Next

Night

Night Shift

Norwegian Wood

Notes from Underground

Nothing to Envy: Real Lives in North Korea

Of Mice and Men

Of Nightingales That Weep

Ohio

Old Mans War

Old Mother West Wind

On Heroes and Tombs

On Laughter and Forgetting

On the Road

One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest

One Hundred Years of Solitude

One of Us

Painted Bird

Patrick Rothfuss

Perfume: the Story of a Murderer

Persepolis

Pet Sematary

Peter Pan

Pillars of the Earth

Poisonwood Bible

Pride and Predjudice

Ready Player One

Rebecca

Red Mars

Red Night (series)

Red Shirts

Red Storm Rising

Redwall

Replay

Requiem for a Dream

Revenge

Riftwar Saga

Ringworld

Roald Dahl

Rolls of Thunder, Hear My Cry

Round Ireland with a Fridge

Running with Scissors

Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes

Sapiens, a Brief History of Humankind

Scary Stories to Read in the Dark

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

Schindler’s List

Sein Und Zeit

Shades of Grey

Sharp Objects

Shattered Dreams

Sherlock Holmes

Sho-gun

Siddhartha

Sisypho

Skin and Other Stories

Slaughterhouse Five

Smoke & Mirrors

Snow Crash

Soldier Son

Sometimes a Great Notion

Sphere

Starship Troopers

Stiff, the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers

Storied Life of A.j. Fikry

Stormlight Archives

Story of the Eye

Stranger in a Strange Land

Surely, You're Joking

Survivor Type (short Story)

Suttree

Swan Song

Tale of Two Cities

Tales of the South Pacific

The Alchemist

The Altered Carbon Trilogy

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

The Art of Deception

The Art of Fielding

The Art of War

The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation

The Autobiography of Henry Viii

The Autobiography of Malcolm X

The Beach

The Bell Jar

The Bible

The Bloody Chamber

The Book Thief

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

The Brothers Karamazov

The Call of Cthulu and Other Weird Stories

The Cask of Amontillado (short Story)

The Catcher in the Rye

The Chronicles of Narnia

The Clown

The Color out of Space

The Communist Manifesto

The Complete Fiction of H.p. Lovecraft

The Count of Monte Cristo

The Curious Case of the Dog in the Night Time

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime

The Dagger and the Coin

The Damage Done

The Dark Tower

The Declaration of Independence, the Us Constitution, and the Bill of Rights

The Devil in the White City

The Dharma Bums

The Diamond Age

The Dice Man

The Discworld Series

The Dresden Files

The Elegant Universe

The First Law Trilogy

The Forever War

The Foundation Trilogy

The Gentleman Bastard Sequence

The Geography of Nowhere

The Girl Next Door

The Girl on the Milk Carton

The Giver

The Giving Tree

The God of Small Things

The Grapes of Wrath

The Great Gatsby

The Great Gilly Hopkins

The Hagakure

The Half a World Trilogy

The Handmaid’s Tale

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

The Hiding Place

The History of Love

The Hobbit

The Hot Zone

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

The Hyperion Cantos

The Jaunt

The Jungle

The Key to Midnight

The Killing Star

The Kingkiller Chronicles

The Kite Runner

The Last Question (short Story)

The Lies of Lock Lamora

The Little Prince

The Long Walk

The Lord of the Rings

The Lottery (short Story)

The Lovely Bones

The Magicians

The Magus

The Martian

The Master and Margarita

The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect

The Monster at the End of This Book

The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

The Music of Eric Zahn (short Story)

The Name of the Wind & the Wise Man's Fear

The Necronomicon

The New Age of Adventure: Ten Years of Great Writing

The Night Circus

The Nightmare Box

The Odyssey

The Omnivore's Dilemma

The Orphan Master’s Son

The Outsiders

The Painted Bird

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The Phantom Tollbooth

The Picture of Dorian Gray

The Pit and the Pendulum

The Plague

The Prince

The Prince of Tides

The Princess Bride

The Prophet

The Queen’s Gambit

The Rape of Nanking

The Red Dwarf

The Republic

The Rifter Saga

The Road

The Satanic Verses

The Screwtape Letters

The Secret History

The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel

The Selfish Gene

The Shining

The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer

The Silmarillion

The Sirens of Titan

The Six Wives of Henry the 8th

The Solitude of Prime Numbers

The Speaker of the Dead

The Stars My Destination

The Stormlight Archive

The Story of My Tits

The Stranger

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck

The Suspicions of Mr. Witcher

The Tao of Pooh

The Things They Carried

The Time Machine

The Time Traveller’s Wife

The Tin Drum

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green

The Wasp Factory

The Wind Up Bird Chronicle

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

The World According to Garp

The Yellow Wallpaper

Their Eyes Were Watching God

Things Fall Apart

Thirsty

This Blinding Absence of Light

Tiger!

Time Enough for Love

To Kill a Mockingbird

To Say Nothing of the Dog

Toni Morrison

Too Many Magicians

Traumnovelle

Tuesdays with Morrie

Tuf Voyaging

Undeniable

Under Plum Lake

Universe in a Nutshell

Unwind

Uzumaki

Various

Village Life in Late Tsarist Russia

Walden

War & Peace

War and Peace

Warriors: Bluestar’s Prophecy

Watchers

Water for Elephants

Watership Down

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Need to Talk About Kevin

Wheel of Time

When Rabbit Howls

Where the Red Fern Grows

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Why I Am Not a Christian

Why People Believe Weird Things

Wizards First Rule

Wool

World War Z

Worm

Wuthering Heights

You Can Choose to Be Happy

Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

#some of these are fucked up #but #all the better

[writing-by-gayrainbowbridge]

“Hello Stark. Did You Miss Me?”

Inspiration From This Gorgeous Fanart:

One Of Many

"Hello Stark, Did You Miss Me?" - Where Loki faked his death during battle before showing up in Tony’s home 😭

⚠️Warnings: Angst, Fake Character Death, Mild Language, Murder, Strong Violence⚠️

Enjoy! ❤💚

(Please Check The Pinned Post On My Tumblr Page To See If There Are More Parts To This Story)

Tony was devastated.

Well, that was an understatement and a half. He was beyond devastated.

He had screamed for at least a half hour, the sound like his heart was being torn out and ripped apart before his very eyes.

Because that's what it felt like.

Steve was the one who'd had to pry Tony's fingers away from Loki's still form, Tony screaming even louder as he was pulled away, blood staining his hand red as he shoved at Steve's chest, needing to go back to Loki. Steve had only wrapped his arms around Tony, holding on tight as he let Tony yelled and cried, getting it all out.

Gone. Loki was gone. He was gone and it was all Tony fucking fault!

He should have been quicker! He should have flown in front of Loki when that magic asshole villain shot at the god. His suit could have taken the hit.

But he hadn't been. He'd been too slow, reacting like he was stuck in mud. He had to watch with wide brown eyes, a scream tearing from his throat as the spell hit Loki's body, blood blooming from the wound the spell had caused before Loki had fallen to the ground, completely still.

The villain had laughed. Fucking laughed at Tony's horror and pain. Laughed when Tony screamed. Laughed even as Tony turned to look at him with murderous eyes. Laughing still when Tony's blasters shot at the villain, too busy laughing to get out of the way.

Laughing had been the last thing the villain had ever done again.

Nobody knew how to console the genius, instead giving Tony the space he wanted. Tony ended up holed up in his lab as always though this time around, it wasn't for work.

He sat in his desk chair, staring down blankly at the helmet in his hands. Loki's horned helmet, blood staining it still.

Loki's blood.

His hands shook where he gripped the helmet with tight fingers, so hard his knuckles turned white. Silent tears fell down his cheeks as he shivered, feeling cold.

He couldn't believe Loki was just...gone...

A sob tore from Tony's throat as he bowed his head, cradling the helmet in his hands. It was all he had left of Loki now besides the memories. The memories of Loki's teasing smirk, those green eyes sparkling with mischief, the soft kisses Loki gave him on the cheek that made Tony's heart flutter.

It just reminded him that he had never gotten to tell Loki he had fallen in love with the god.

And now all of that was gone in the blink of an eye, all the possibilities Tony had been too afraid to try. It just went to show just how Tony had appreciated what he had and what he could have had before it was all snatched away. Now he was left brokenhearted and yearning for what he'd had.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, Lokes," Tony whispered to the helmet, hoping that if there was such a thing as an afterlife, that wherever Loki was, he would forgive him.

Tony would deny it later but he very nearly screamed like a little girl when a hand gripped his shoulder and a very familiar voice whispered in his ear.

"Hello, Stark. Did you miss me?"

Tony's brown eyes widened as he whipped around. "L-Loki?!"

"In the flesh," Loki confirmed, frowning at the tears on Tony's face. "Have you been crying—oomph!"

Tony had rushed up, the helmet he'd held clattering to the ground as he threw his arms around Loki. He held on tight, afraid if he let go, Loki would disappear. "I-I thought you d-died!"

Loki seemed taken aback, slowly wrapping his arms around Tony's shaking shoulders. "Anthony, I..."

"I thought...I thought I...that I l-lost you," Tony hiccupped, tears continuing to slip down flushed red cheeks. "I thought I-I'd never s-see you again."

Loki swallowed, not knowing what to say. He hadn't realized just how much Tony cared. Of course, they were nearly inseparable, always causing trouble together, pranking the other Avengers. Loki would always somehow end up in Tony's lab, reading on the couch in there while the genius worked, chatting away as he did whether Loki was listening or not.

Loki always cared dearly about Tony of course. It was why he went to Tony first to show he was alive and not one of the others. He just hadn't expected Tony to be so terribly distraught at Loki's 'demise'.

It was clear that he had been wrong and Loki felt immensely guilty. "I'm sorry, Darling. I...I did not mean to frighten you."

"You scared the c-crap out of me," Tony mumbled, forcing himself to move back, furiously wiping away his tears. "You're s-such an ass! Why would you d-do that?!"

"I did not mean to hurt you. I just...I simply..." Loki sighed in frustration. "That mage we fought. I knew him. He was after me, not the Avengers. But I knew that he would go to whatever length to kill me even if it meant going through a bunch of mortal heroes and my Brother to get to me."

Tony found he wasn't even surprised that Loki somehow knew the Villain. Half the things Loki came out with barely surprised Tony anymore.

Loki shook his head, reaching out to pull Tony back close, needing to comfort the distressed mortal. "I could not bear to see you...or anyone else...get hurt because of him. So I allowed him to believe I had been killed. It was the only way to get rid of him without risking anyone getting hurt."

Tony sniffled, resting his head on Loki's shoulder. "Yeah, well, he's d-dead now so you don't have to worry about that."

Loki looked surprised. "Is he?"

Tony glared down at the floor. "Yeah. Because I fucking killed the bastard."

Loki paused, hands tightening his hold around Tony a fraction. "Death would be far too merciful for him but I am glad he is gone and that you're unscathed."

Tony swallowed, moving out of Loki's grasp much to the gods dismay but Tony only reached up to place his hands on either side of Loki's cheeks, staring him deep in the eyes. "You ever do that to me again, I'll kill you myself."

Loki was going to make a smart retort that it sort of defeated the purpose of keeping Loki alive but never got the chance as Tony pulled him down and kissed him hard, shutting him up before he could even speak.

Tony's hands were still shaking slightly though he determinedly didn't pull away and gasped in surprise when he felt Loki respond to the kiss, moving against Tony's.

It seemed like an eternity by the time Tony allowed himself to move away and only because he needed to breathe.

"I have to...tell you now...so if something happens again...for real this time...then at least I told you," Tony said quietly. "Loki, I think...I know I've...I've...fallen in love with you."

Tony swallowed hard, turning his gaze away as he waited for Loki to either laugh or walk away in disgust. Sure, he had told Loki that he loved him but that didn't mean Loki felt the same way. Just because he had kissed back...it didn't really mean all that much...at least, not to Loki probably.

Loki blinked a few times as if unsure he had heard right before managing a smile as he lifted Tony's head with a hand under his chin, meeting the genius' eyes. "Well, I'm certainly glad my feelings for you are the same as yours for me."

Tony's mouth parted in shock. "You...you mean you...?"

"Love you?" Loki finished, smiling even wider. "Why, yes. Yes, I believe I do."

Tony looked at a loss for words for a moment before a large grin spread across his face. "I love you, Lokes."

He then wrapped his arms around Loki's neck and dragged him back down for another kiss.

One of many.

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@murdermuffinloki I was meant to do this in order but I didn't want you to have to wait long for another little fic so here's the fifth one instead ❤

#murdermuffinloki #frostiron #loki/tony #angst #fluff #fake character death #love confession #strong violence #murder #language #loki #tony #steve #oneshot