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[mochie85]

Laced Intentions

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Summary: You try to seduce your new lover with lingerie that he can't resist. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.2K Warnings: SoftDom!Loki, jealous Loki, hand works, slight degradation, rough seggs, lots of thrusting, fluff, happy ending (as always). A/N: Thor, Steve, and Bucky make a brief appearance. This fic was inspired by a TikTok I saw by Delacruz Collections. Check out their store. Or their TikTok. GIF of the actual set after fic. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

You needed to hurry. Loki had texted you saying he would be home soon, and you had to finish getting all the little straps tightened and make sure that everything was secured. Tonight was going to be the night.

You and Loki had just started this relationship and have yet to do anything more than heavy petting and heated make-out sessions. You knew it was because he was cautious around you. He was scared that he didn’t know his own strength. He could get lost in the moment and unknowingly hurt you.

You told him that it was ok. You trusted him. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you purposely. Even so, you wouldn’t mind it being a little rough. Especially if he was the one commanding you and your body. But he wouldn’t relent.

You’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way his eyes devour every inch of your body. Licking his lips and rubbing his neck. You knew he ached for you. Just as much as you craved him.

He said so himself one night, as you straddled his lean frame and pushed him down on your bed. You had his hard dick in your hand, stroking him up and down, as you rubbed it against your needy clit. The pulsing veins on his hard cock kissing your wet lips, tantalizing your release. “…f-fuck…don’t stop, pet,” he panted. His eyes rolled back as his head sunk further into the pillow.  

“Baby…I need you inside me,” you whimpered as you continued to stroke him closer and closer to his release.

“Oh, gods! I want nothing more than to be inside you,” he said, his eyes closed from the exquisite torture you were giving him. He didn’t see you line yourself up over him. His leaking tip, red from need, eagerly crying to be inside you.

But Loki was quick. In an instant, he pinned you down on the bed before you could sink yourself onto his throbbing length. Both of your hands were suspended above your head in one of his strong grips. He continued to grind himself against you, making you cry out his name.

“Ah, ah, ah. Naughty little thing. I told you we can’t.”

“But you said-” he kissed you fiercely, making you forget the rest of your words as he expertly made you cum from his grinding alone.

You sighed at the memory.  Loki is such a passionate lover hiding underneath false notions of your fragility. You rolled your eyes at your many attempts to seduce him and convince him that you are not as fragile as he thinks you are. You can take whatever he wants to give you. And God did you wish he would give it all to you!

So when you first saw this lingerie masterpiece of sex and eroticism, you were left speechless. You clenched your thighs just imagining what Loki would do to you when he saw you in it. Green satin straps and ribbons were constructed and held together by gold hooks and clasps. The garter and cuffs were attached by a dainty gold chain, leading back to a central choker on your neck. Each strand was decorated with small baubles of crystal that sparkled under the light, connecting all the pieces to you. You only hoped that the links would survive his rough hands. It was rather pretty and you’d hate to see it broken.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before you heard the latch of the front door. He was finally home! You put on your silk robe, leaving it untied so he can see a peek of what was underneath, and you walked out of your bedroom.

The clack of your heels echoed in the hallway, announcing your arrival. The first person you spotted was Loki. His eyes met yours and then traveled down your body in the most ravenous way possible. The beer he was about to put against his lips, forgotten. As were the words in his mouth. You stood at the threshold, surprised to see that Loki wasn’t alone. It was only now you registered the other voices and laughter you heard only seconds too late.

The room went quiet as you noted the other people in the kitchen. Steve, Bucky, and Thor, each with their own pizza box in front of them, had gone quiet. Watching you in shock. You were thankful you had put on your robe, at least, even though it was still open. Everyone could see what you were wearing underneath.

Oh fuck, you thought. Well, there’s no point hiding now. Smiling with fake bravado, you greeted Loki home. “Welcome home, handsome,” you said giving Loki a chaste kiss on his lips. “I didn’t know we were having company over. I’ll go change.” You smiled and turned to walk away.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Gentlemen,” you smiled and nodded.

“Bye Y/N.” The trio said in unison as you walked back into the bedroom to change.

Brief silence overtook the room as the men’s eyes darted between a stunned Loki and where you escaped to. “Listen, if you don’t go in there right now…” Steve pointed to your bedroom. “I will personally take Bucky’s arm off and beat you with it!” Steve threatened.

“Or, you know…I could go in there.” Bucky offered, earning a snarl from Loki’s lips.

“Leave! Now!” Loki ordered.

“Right. See ya tomorrow,” Steve said with a casual salute.

“Pfft! Knowing my brother, he will most likely take all night, and all day tomorrow too.” Thor laughed as he gathered his pizza box and a six-pack of beer.

Bucky just laughed, punching Loki in the shoulder. “Let’s go to Sam’s. That guy doesn’t have a sex life.” He said to the others.

Loki stood there, still trying to process what he saw, as each man clapped his shoulder in parting. The creak and latch of the front door closing brought Loki back to his present mind.

He stalked down the hallway, following the subtle hint of your perfume. He inhaled deeply, your scent driving him mad.

The first thing he saw when he opened the bedroom door was your robe, discarded on the bed. He followed your gentle humming into the closet where you stood looking through your sundresses. Loki quietly walked in, blocking your escape. He noted your skin, radiant and perfect, complimenting the shiny satin of the straps holding you together. Loki’s eyes followed the gold chain that dripped from your neck down to the garters and matching cuffs they hooked onto.

“That was quite a show parading into the room like that,” he said in your ear. His whispered breath tickled you, making you shiver.

“I didn’t know we would have company. Let me just pick a dress and I’ll join you shortly.”

“Will you continue to wear this underneath?” he teased, knowing full well that everyone had already left. His breath fanned the side of your face. His fingers ghosted over the ribbons, tracing them down your hips.

You craved his touch, patiently waiting for him to connect to your body. “Touch me, please” you prayed.

“Oh, and why should I give in to your requests, kitten? You’ve been awfully naughty.” His hands continued to eclipse your body. You could feel the heat from his palms traveling up and down, tracing the many straps and where they lead to. You closed your eyes at the sensation. The anticipation. Loki was a master at building you up.

“I…I didn’t know…this was only meant for you,” you whined.

“I think you did know,” Loki scoffed. “I think you wanted to make me jealous.” His voice got deeper. More dangerous. “So jealous that I would have to claim you. Is that what you want, darling? For me to claim you in front of the others? So desperate to have my cock inside you that you would parade yourself in this seductive little number so that I might take action. You should’ve seen the way Barnes was looking at you.”

“Loki, I-”

“Hands up.” He commanded and you obeyed quickly, holding on to the bar that hung all your clothes. Loki kicked your heels apart, spreading you open, and making you bend at the waist. He placed himself behind you.  His palm spanked you on your right side making you scream out and moan. It didn’t hurt. It never hurt with Loki.

“You were so brazen. Only I get to see you like this. Do you understand?” he charged as you heard the buckle of his belt loosen, the zipper of his pants being opened. He grabbed your hair gently and pulled you back to him.

“I was only trying to surprise you. I didn’t know they would be here!” you moaned as you fought hard not to bite your lip. His fingers finally caress the pulse point of your neck, trailing down to the valley of your breast. His hands got caught in the chains and you can hear the soft clink of them breaking in his grasp.

He cupped your sex, making you mewl to his touch. “This is mine, and mine alone!”

“Yours…” you sighed.

“Again!” he said dipping his agile fingers inside you.

“Yours…sir,” you said barely above a whisper. Loki closed his eyes, savoring your submission.

“Oh, you are sinful!” Loki said, his resolve breaking. “I try to be good. I try to protect you from me. But you seem hell-bent on breaking me don’t you, kitten?” His lips crashed into yours. He sucked on your lower lip as his fingers continued to work your clit.

You pushed back against him, feeling his hard erection against your back. “Please…Loki…sir.”

Loki grunted in defeat. He took a deep breath and looked straight into your eyes.  “If we do this, kitten, I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle. I’m scared I won’t be able to stop once I have you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can never hurt me, Loki.” You tried to shine your love through, showcasing how much trust you had for him.

He turned you to face him, capturing your lips in a strong but zealous kiss. He spoke in between teeth and tongue, your breath mingling with his, “If it gets too much, tell me.”

“It won’t be too much,” you tried to reassure him.

“You will tell me!” he growled, backing you out of the closet and into your bedroom.

“I’ll tell you. I promise,” you assured, looking deep into his ocean eyes.

“Good!” With that one word, he picked you up by your upper things and carried you towards the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his fingers toyed with the garters gripping your thighs.

“This is beautiful, kitten,” he breathed. His cock struggling in between your pressed bodies. His teeth found purchase on the skin of your shoulder. “All wrapped up for me like a little present.” He threw you, almost carelessly, on the bed. You preened at how easily he was able to manhandle you. How effortlessly he was able to manipulate your body. You watched him take his shirt off, exposing the hard planes of his abs. The definition of his lean muscle guiding your eyes down to his exposed cock.

You felt the bed dip when he knelt in front of you. He pumped himself, once. Twice, before he teased your entrance with his stiff girth. “Loki, please. Don’t tease me.”

“Like the way you teased me with this?” he pinched the gusset of your thong and let it go, snapping the fabric on your overstimulated folds. It stung with painful pleasure as you cried out. He pushed the gusset to the side as he eased himself inside you. First, his massive tip, pulling it in and out. Teasing you relentlessly of what’s to come. Then, inch by inch, he sheathed himself inside you. Filling your walls.

Loki lost his sanity. To finally be inside you. Inside your warmth and your passion. To be surrounded by your scent and your moans, he couldn’t handle it and he was slowly going feral with each inch he fed your eager cunt. When he bottomed out, you cried as his pelvic bone rutted against your sensitive nub.

“You feel so good, pet. Better than I had ever imagined,” he said breathlessly as he started thrusting. His fingers curved around your supple thighs, bruising marks of purple and blue. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. Each gasp of air only fueled your desire for him even more. He felt so good.

So. Damn. Good.

With each stroke he would take his tip to your entrance, stretching you, and then push back inside. Loki filled you like no one has done before, and most likely never will.

“Awe, my poor darling-” thrust. “What’s the matter?” thrust. “Have I rendered you speechless?” thrust. “I thought this was what you wanted?” You nodded your head, whimpering like an untouched virgin.  He spread his thighs further apart on the bed, pushing your knees closer to your chest, to receive him deeper. He held your shoulders down, your body sinking into the silken mattress, keeping you immobile and unable to escape the onslaught of his hard cock.

“You’re going to be good for me, right kitten? You’re going to take all of me in.” He commanded, his voice barely above a whimper. Loki was going to lose it soon and he knew it. You felt so good around him. All it would take was a few more strong thrusts and he would scream out your name to the heavens.

With his new position over you, he started diving faster. More aggressive. He pushed himself further inside you. Down to his hilt, sheathing himself inside your heated folds. “Loki!” you yelled out. You grabbed hold of his arms, your nails digging into his skin leaving half-moon marks. You squeezed his cock tighter, and you were rewarded with the deepest, most beautiful, feral sound coming from his lips.

“Ah- fuck! That’s it pet, squeeze me. Gods, you feel so good. I might just have to leave myself inside you.   -heh- Would you like that, kitten?” thrust. “Want to be my cock warmer?” thrust. “Keep me cozy all night?” thrust.

You simply nodded your head. You knew Loki asked you a question, but you couldn’t make sense of anything right now besides the feel of his hard length stretching you open, over and over again.

“I asked you a question, darling,” he said grabbing your chin and squeezing your lips to pout. “I made you into a little cock-slut haven’t I?” thrust. “Can’t seem to think at all can you?” thrust.

“…Loki…” you called out with each slam of his hips.

“That’s all right. As long as it’s my name you’re calling out. My name that you’re begging for.” Loki looked down at you. Your skin was aglow from the beads of sweat and pleasure. Your hair was a crown above you tangled in a mess. And your lips had captured one of his fingers still holding onto your chin, sucking it down to the webbing of his hand.

With a pop, he took his finger out of your mouth and drew it down your neck, leaving a cold trail on your heated skin. “I’ll have use of those talents later, my dear.” Loki laid his weight on top of you, caging your head in between his arms. His sweet lips sucked hard on your salted skin leaving you crying out for more. Your hands were left clawing his back as he grunted and moaned into your ear.

“I…I…can’t…Loki…youfeel…m’soclose…” you were incoherent. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t talk. The only thing on your mind was his name. “…Loki…”

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum with me,” he growled in your ear. Your whole body tightened up. You dug your nails deep into his back and screamed your release as he slammed himself down on you hard. He grunted his pleasure in your ear, releasing a savage growl that shook your body beneath him. The euphoric wave wouldn’t stop. Loki remained still, but you could feel him throbbing inside you, coating your walls, sending you spiraling into delirious bliss.

He remained on top of you, unable and unwilling to move away from your exquisite sex. The first thing you felt after coming down from your high was Loki’s soft lips on your neck. You turned and captured them with your own, pulling his weight further down onto you.

“Are you all right, darling.” He whispered tentatively. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“Wh-what do you mean? I feel so good, baby. You feel so good!” you said smiling.

“Was I too rough? I must’ve been. I can see my marks all over your neck.” Loki lifted himself off you and he found your lingerie shredded and clawed to pieces around your sheets. “Oh, darling. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was worried this would happen. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Loki started rambling.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You tried to quiet him down. “Loki, look at me! I’m not hurt. I feel wonderful.” You held his worried face in your hands and soothed his hair out of place. “Did you enjoy it?” you asked, and he nodded his head. He laid next to you, spooning you.

“Every second. Every thrust,” he said, burying his nose in your hair. “I just want to stay wrapped in your warmth forever. I don’t know why we waited so long.” You laughed at his admission. You lay there in his embrace, replaying the sinful moment in your head. Smiles on both your faces as you stole kisses from each other.

Until you remembered something. “Come on. The guys are probably sick of waiting for us,” you said trying to get out of bed.

“They left a while ago,” he finally confessed. Loki aggressively pulled you back onto the bed and into his arms. “I told them to leave as soon as you walked back in here to change,” he declared, straddling over you, pinning you back down on the bed.

“I’m afraid you’ve unleashed something in me, dear,” he said as he took one of your discarded ribbons and tied both your hands up with it. “Now, I did say that I was going to see to that mouth of yours, didn’t I?”

“Does Loki know you have a key to his apartment?” Bucky asked Thor.

“Of course he does. He’s my brother. He’s the one that gave me this key.” Thor said trying to act nonchalant.

“Come on guys. Grab the beer, and let’s go. I don’t want to miss the game.” Steve tried to hurry them. Thor opened the doors and all three men walked in looking for the forgotten twelve-pack that was left on the counter.

“Oh, Loki! Oh, fu-baby don’t stop. Don’t stop! Yes. Yes. YES!”

The three men paused hearing you scream from your bedroom. Steve blushed a strawberry red and walked right out the door.

“I just learned my lesson! Never come here uninvited.” Thor said shaking his head. He pocketed his key and followed Steve.

“Lucky bastard!” Bucky chuckled as he grabbed the beer and locked the door.

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[simplyholl]

The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

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[lokiforever]

🖤Love in the dark 🖤

Mafia! Loki x Reader

A/N: Hello, my darlings. This the first chapter of a new series. This one is more of a intro/story-building chapter. But I suggest you to read it before starting the series. I will start with the series next month.

Summary : After Loki was banished from Asgard he landed at some place in midgard. Now that he didn't have his powers and magic he was just like another mortal. After a few years of struggle and rejection he became a mafia boss. A billionaire. Yes, he was a trader ...but of lives. His heart didn't feel much emotions now.Can a girl whom he met accidentally be his remedy ? Will she be able to break the wall he had built around his heart? Will she be able to bring light in his dark world?...

Warnings: a slight bit of angst, mentions of blood. VERY Short chapter.

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How They Met

He pulled into a driveway of a club. As he stepped out and strode forward someone ran into him "Watch where-" he wanted to snap at the person but stopped as he looked into those eyes. He saw fear in them. Normally, he wouldn't actually mind if the person feared him, as they should. But the fear he saw in those eyes was not because of him.

Before he could ask the reason for their fear he saw two men running towards him. "Sir, hand her over to us." one of them said. "And why exactly do you think I would do that ?" he said in his smooth velvety voice. "Cuz if you don't-" he pulled out a knife and the other guy pulled out a gun and pointed it towards him and the person who ran into him. "Oh, that's what we are doing now. Don't you think knives are a bit out of fashion?" he let out a seemingly dark chuckle and turned towards the girl "Get in the car. Now. Rolls-Royce. Black." He said giving the keys to her.

One has to be completely crazy to handover his car keys, that too a luxury one to a stranger....yet here he was...He himself didn't know why he was doing what he was doing.

She took the keys and ran towards car after giving him a court nod.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" said one of the goons. The answer he gave was ......a punch. Right in the goon's face. The other one flew a punch at him but he grabbed his hand in the air and twisted it.

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You were running for dear life. Running from those men- no- monsters. They were monsters. Accidentally you bumped into a man, he was tall and was wearing a black attire. Before you could say anything or apologise, two of those men/ monsters came running behind you.

You thought that it was finally the end. No where left to run. But then the man wearing the black attire gave you his car keys, "Get in the car. Now. Rolls-Royce. Black" he said .

You must be an utter idiot to jump in a stranger's car... yet a part in you believed in him. So.....you did what he said. The last sound you heard before entering the sound proof car was a gunshot.

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"You should consider yourself lucky that I feel generous enough to spare your lives today" he snapped towards the goons one of who's leg now had a bullet in it. They ran. Like rats.

He was now walking towards his car and as he opened the gate he found the girl had fainted ( or dozed off). As he looked at her, she was looking weak and had bruises at several parts of her body. He gently shook the girl and she stirred and woke up. (Ok, so she dozed off)

She let out a small yelp as she saw him. "Hey, hey don't worry you're safe."he assured her. "What's your name?" he asked her "Y/N" "A name suiting a gorgeous being like you" he replied making you blush. As you looked at him you saw that he had a cut on his forearm "You are injured!" you exclaimed. He let out a small chuckle and said "Don't worry, it's just a cut" "It's not 'just a cut' it's an injury. Let me see it" you protested. "You think you can check it? You're not a doctor, Y/N" "I am. I'm a trainee doctor and I 'can' address such injuries" you replied. "Oh, it seems like I've helped someone useful" he said and removed his shirt from that side. "Um...ok, it's not that deep but it'll still take a few stitches. The blood flow is also not too high....Do you have a handkerchief?" He nodded and handed it to you a dark green silk handkerchief, you tied it on the wound and looked up, only to find him looking at you intently. "Uh...umm... it'll um.. work for now" you stuttered out. "Thank you, Y/N" he said

"Why were those guys after you?" he asked when you both had covered a certain distance after he started driving. "They kidnapped me and wanted to sell me to someone" you replied. "Where do you live?" he further inquired "Not in this country." "I'm taking you at my home for now. Your lfe is still at risk." he said "Thank you so much-" "Loki" he completed. "Thank you so much, Loki"

You were extremely weak as you were literally kept hostage for about a month and to be completely honest you were a bit scared, even from Loki.....he saved you, yes. But you didn't know him even the tiniest bit and yet going with him seemed the safest thing to do. Where else would you go at this time of the night?

"Loki, stop at a hospital. You must get the stitches." you said "It's okay. I don't need it." " Yes, you do. If you don't want to go to the hospital, just arrange me a medical kit, I'll do it" "That's better." he replied.

Once you reached his home .....it was a mansion. Several luxury cars were standing in his personal driveway. He got out first and then held the door open for you to follow.

There was seemingly no one else in that big mansion. He led you towards the living room and made you sit on the couch. " Water?" he asked "Yes, please" he called someone through the telephone - "Bring me two glasses of cold water in the living room" he said- no- ordered.

No five minutes later, a guy came with two glasses of water. He placed the glasses on the table and turned towards Loki, "Anything else, sir?" the boy inquired. "You can go" the boy bowed a little and exited the room.

*phone rings*

Loki picks up the phone and answers..

Hello?

What? Fuck it! You are of no fucking use. Hold on, I'm coming.

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[nomadstucky]

Weekends

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

WC: ~400

Summary: Weekends spent with Bucky.

CW: None. No gender specified, only ‘you’ used.

Weekends consisted of you & Bucky sleeping in. Usually, you’d wake before him, go make a pot of coffee, and bring 2 steaming cups upstairs before he even had a chance to wake up.

But this beautiful sunny Saturday morning was different. This morning, Bucky woke before you did. He didn’t move at first, content in basking in the sunshine coming through the window and pooling around your body. Almost like it was attracted to you specifically.

Bucky couldn’t blame it, you were always so beautiful. Regardless of the time of day, but especially in the morning. You were still in his arms this morning, and he loved it. Loved you. He genuinely couldn’t believe you were his. He thanked whatever God there was, every single day, that you’d ended up together.

You whined in your sleep and turned to face away from him. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, before throwing the duvet off and stepping out onto the cold hardwood floor. He was careful not to wake you. He padded out to the kitchen to get the coffee pot started.

Opting to get some breakfast going, knowing you’d probably wake up relatively soon. Bucky had your breakfast memorized by this point, his instincts taking over. He was in the middle of cooking the bacon when he heard the soft sound of your socked feet on the stairs.

Smiling, he kept his back to the stairs as you approached. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and buried your face into the material of the shirt at his back. “You left me.” You whined, voice thick with sleep. Bucky could practically hear the pout on your face.

He chuckled, “wanted to get breakfast going before you woke up.”

You hummed, “thought that was my job.” You pressed closer into his body.

“As much as I love when you make it, I wanted to do it this time. You’re always doing little things for me.” Bucky couldn’t keep the adoration out of his voice.

You smiled against the fabric, but opted to not speak. Bucky wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his side, instead.

“It smells amazing.” You glanced up at him before looking into the pan.

“2 eggs, scrambled with a little bit of cheese and spinach mixed in. Toast should be done in a second,” the pop of the toaster interrupted him, “with some bacon.” He pointed to the different elements before setting his eyes on you.

You looked away, face heating. “You have my breakfast memorized?” Your voice came out a lot softer than you wanted.

“I’ve memorized everything about you, baby.”

You peeled away from him, getting two mugs of coffee ready as you both liked, and as you sat down to eat with your lover, your thoughts swirled around how lucky you were.

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[olive-main]

Two Heads of Hydra

Pairing: Bucky Barns x Fem!Reader

Summary: A secret promise they made to each other, vowing to escape HYDRA and leave their lives as weapons behind. Even when they’d wipe Bucky’s mind, Y/N stuck by him, making that promise again and again. Their shared dream of freedom and a life beyond HYDRA had become their driving force.

Wc: 530

My first fanfic….? More of a background for a potential series…? Its simply experimental to get my writing brain working. I have many ideas, but while I’m working on this my requests are open! Don’t be shy and ask away ;)

When Y/N turned 20, Hydra put her on a mission with the infamous Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes. The two spent their days training together, fighting side by side, and rarely leaving each other's sight. The efficiency with which they operated together swayed Hydra’s decision to keep them as a team.

As their missions continued, Y/N couldn't help but notice the torment that Hydra put Bucky through. Usually it wouldn’t phase her, but with Bucky it was different. It caused an anger to build within her, a protectiveness she couldn't explain but couldn't deny. Bucky had felt the same way about Y/N. Whenever she was hit or “disciplined” by Hydra's members, he would rush to her protection, holding back from killing anyone who laid a hand on Y/N, and she’d reciprocate without hesitation. The punishments for either of their acts or defiance were brutal – brainwiping and torture – so they both decided that it was better to suffer in silence for each other's sake.

In Y/N’s determination to save Bucky from his tormented existence, she found ways to prevent Hydra from wiping his memory. Y/N claimed that he held information for future missions, and surprisingly, it worked, at least for a while. Bucky would always question why she was helping him, he couldn’t believe someone would show him any kindness. Y/N’s response had always been the same, "We only have each other in this hell hole, and I need you conscious for when we escape."

Feelings had begun to grow on both sides. How could they not, but they both knew that acknowledging them was a luxury neither of them could afford. It was the unspoken kindness and care that was shared that kept them going in their prisons, providing a glimmer of hope amidst the despair.

However, when the time came for their escape, Hydra had already grown suspicious of their relationship. They searched Bucky's room and found his journal, a precious collection of his thoughts and memories. Despite the desperation Y/N felt trying to make sure they both got out, it had been too late. Bucky told her to leave, to get out of Hydra and save herself. It was a gut-wrenching decision, and she had no choice but to follow his orders. Y/N knew if she didn’t get out, they’d both be stuck.

Against her heart screaming at her to stay with Bucky, she made her esparce. Determined to keep the promise she had made to Bucky before they parted – to get him out. Before leaving Y/N managed to steal his journal, the only link to his past and his true self. She knew it would be essential for him when the time came to set him free.

Y/N had stepped foot in the outside world, finally free. But her mind was consumed with thoughts of Bucky and the day they’d reunite. She was dedicated to finding a way to rescue him from Hydra’s grasp, and the stolen journal became a symbol of Y/N’s unwavering commitment to the man who had become her partner, her protector, and her silent source of strength in the darkest of times.

Thank you beauties ~Olive ♡

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please please please, could you make write loki one shot with pure angst, like heart-aching angst, maybe guilt feelings or something, with minor comfort in the end. my life had been numb lately, I need to feel something. (and would you mind if you put me in your loki taglist, I would really appreciate it if you did 🙏)

Hey @lokidbadguy! I'm sorry you're feeling like this, I hope this helps. I tried to make it as angsty as possible.

You Don't Trust Me?

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: arguing, angst, feelings of guilt, controlling boyfriend, accusations of cheating, fighting, no happy ending

Summary: Loki is furious when he finds out you are still hanging out with Bucky despite him telling you he didn't want you to. You push back, telling him he can't control who you speak to which leads to a heated argument and Loki saying something he will regret. He tries to apologize that night but when he finds you, you aren't alone.

"I told you, I do not want you alone with him," Loki says loudly as he slams the door to his apartment.

You walk to the middle of his living area, then turn to face him with your arms crossed. Loki was furious after finding you watching a movie in the common area with Bucky.

"You can't tell me who I can and can't be friends with," you argue back. He walks towards you angrily but you don't move, for better or worse you've decided this is the last time you are having this argument with Loki.

"Why can't you just do this one thing that I ask of you?" Loki demands to know.

"Because you never asked, you ordered," you say back and he rolls his eyes. "I'm not some servant in the palace that you can just give commands to. I'm your girlfriend Loki."

"Are you sure you would not prefer to be his girlfriend?" he asks in a harsh tone and you feel like screaming.

"Ugh! We've been over this a dozen times, Bucky and I are just friends," you tell him. "We went on one date over a year ago. I didn't even know you then," you remind him.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he makes excuses to touch you," he says as he stands directly in front of you. "He wants to be more than your friend, Y/N, and you are a fool to keep pretending otherwise," he adds.

"Don't call me a fool," you say angrily.

"Then do not act like one," he counters.

"I'm not!" you say loudly. "It's not my fault you don't know what it's like to have friends," you say and Loki clenches his jaw.

He takes a step back and steadies himself with a deep breath before he says, "I will say this one last time Y/N... you can have friends but I do not want you to spend time alone with Barnes."

You put your hands over your face in frustration and sit heavily on the couch. You fight back tears but you can't let the argument end here. You need Loki to understand that your friendship with Bucky wasn't a threat to him.

You look up, wiping your eyes and see him walking towards his bedroom. "Loki..." you say, your voice breaking. He pauses at his doorway, one hand gripping the door frame. He doesn't turn to face you but he stands there, waiting for you to continue.

"We've been together almost 9 months and we've had this argument so many times," you say, he still doesn't turn but you can see him nod in agreement.

You stand up and play with your fingers nervously. "Loki, listen to me, please," you plead and he looks at you over his shoulder before finally turning to face you.

"Bucky is just a friend, nothing more. He isn't interested in me and even if he was it wouldn't matter to me. I don't want to be with him or anyone else," you tell him, walking slowly towards him as he keeps his eyes on you.

You take a deep breath and say, "I love you, Loki. I would never cheat on you or betray you. I don't want to ever hurt you..." you wipe away your tears again and ask, "Don't you trust me?"

Without a moments hesitation Loki answers, "No."

"No...?" you ask, taking a step backwards in shock. He looks away from you and you can feel your heart breaking in an instant. "You don't... you don't trust me?"

He turns away from you, walks into his bedroom and closes the door without another word. Unable to move, you stand in the middle of his living area, feeling your tears flowing freely down your cheeks. Your world has just been shattered by one word but you refuse to believe that's true.

You slowly take a step forward then another and another until you are inches from his door. You knock lightly and say, "Loki, please," but there is no answer.

You take a step back then close your eyes tightly as you come to the realization that your relationship is over.

You walk through the living area, pausing for a moment when you see a picture on the end table. You pick up the photo of you and Loki smiling, he stands behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. You touch the picture lightly, remembering that day at the boardwalk several months ago.

You had spent all day there, showing him the boardwalk games and all the different types of food. When the sun began to set, you went down to the beach and walked along the water. You felt him watching you as you looked up at the full moon and when you looked back at him he smiled. He pulled you close to him, one hand on your lower back as his other hand stroked your cheek lightly. He leaned down and kissed you softly before telling you he loved you for the first time.

You could still feel his arms holding you and it was suddenly too much. How could this be how it ends, you think to yourself. How could Loki say he loved you if he never trusted you? You had never done anything to break his trust, you were always honest and faithful to him. Your sadness begins to mix with anger as you throw the picture frame against the wall.

You walk quickly from the apartment and slam the door shut.

"Y/N, what happened?" Bucky asks as he opens his door. You are unable to answer him as you cry uncontrollably.

"Come in," he urges, taking a step back so you can enter. You walk in and take a seat on the end of his couch. You pick up one of his pillows and hold it against yourself tightly, burying your face in it.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Did Loki... did he hurt you?" he asks, his voice full of worry. The last time Bucky had seen you, Loki had demanded you go with him to his apartment.

You shake your head no but you still can't answer him. He sits next to you, putting his metal arm around you. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened," he says in a calm voice.

You nod then close your eyes, taking a deep breath. You slowly tell Bucky about the fight you and Loki had and he listens in silence.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," he says when you finish.

"Its not your fault," you say quietly as he hands you a tissue.

"It feels like it is. I didn't want to come between you and Loki, I know how much you love him," he says and you know he means it.

"I think you were just his excuse," you tell him. Before you can tell him what you mean there is a loud knock on his door and you know exactly who it is.

You shake your head and hold the pillow tighter. Bucky gets up to answer the door, opening it only half way.

"Is she here?" Loki asks and Bucky doesn't answer. "She's not in her room, I just want to make sure she's alright," he says and you hear the concern in his voice.

"She's not alright," Bucky says without moving from the doorway. He crosses his arms, "You should leave, she doesn't want to talk to you."

"I need to speak with her," Loki says, his voice lower this time.

"I told you, she doesn't want to talk to you," he repeats.

There is a pause then you hear Loki say, "Please Barnes, I just need a moment. I don't want to lose her."

Bucky turns towards you as if asking if he should let Loki in. You wipe your eyes and nod. Bucky takes a step back and let's Loki into his apartment before closing the door. Bucky sits next to you protectively and Loki stands in front of you. He doesn't look at you, he keeps his eyes fixed on the floor in front of him while he fidgets with his fingers.

He stands there silently and it takes everything in you not to jump off the couch and hug him. You want to forgive him and tell him you love him but you keep hearing the word 'no' echo in your mind. He doesn't trust you, your mind says over and over.

You sit up, keeping the pillow on your lap and you say, "You wanted to talk... fine. I'll go first."

He nods quietly, waiting for you to speak.

"You don't love me Loki," you say and he looks up slowly, his eyes full of tears. He shakes his head and take a step towards you. "How could you possibly love me if you can't trust me?"

"Y/N..." he says and you can see how hurt he is. "I do love you, more than anything but I... everyone I have ever trusted lied to me and betrayed me."

"But I never did," you tell him as you stand up. "The only thing I did was refuse to let you ruin a friendship I've had for three years because of one date before you and I met."

Loki looks from you to Bucky and back to you. "I know..." he says, "I know that I should have trusted you. I never meant to push you away from me this way. I was afraid you would leave me and now you will."

You stand in front of Loki and gently take one of his hands in yours. He wipes away the tears running down your cheek. "Loki," you say quietly. "I don't want to end this but... I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me."

He shakes his head and you feel your heart breaking all over again. "I love you and I don't want to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you," you tell him.

"Please don't do this," Loki says, you can hear his voice shaking.

You let go of his hands and take a step back, "You did this Loki."

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[saraakpotter]

Nothing will change (Loki x reader)

spoilers for ''loki s1''

y\n is a tva worker! when Loki arrived, y\n and Mobius had saved him from disappearing so they kinda have to deal with the god everyday! to be honest they both enjoy it, specially y\n. and he dose not seem to hate her either (yet).

Right now y\n and Mobius are having lunch and had sent Loki to make some research, suddenly Loki comes to y\n.

''y\n!'' he says happy and while coming to y\n

''what?''

''look i found something'' Loki said looking at her and then Mobius sitting next to her.

y\n looks at him while he is explaining his theory about the apocalypses

'' so...whatever we do there it would NOT make a nexus event?'' y\n asked

'' nope!''

y\n made a ''are u sure'' look

'' well.... im 99% sure'' Loki said

mobius made another look

'' well maybe 90%''

they just remained silence

''augh! fine 80% but....''

''well....lets test it!'' said y\n with a little smile

''wha.... y\n! are you out of your mind?'' Mobius said with a worried face

''what? the theory seems right! why cant we try it?'' y\n said innocently

'' because we cant trust him!''

''why not?''

''are you kidding me?''

''a try wouldnt make any difference!''

''of course it would! plus HE.CANT.BE.TRUSTED''

''yes...but i love to be right!''Loki said winking at y\n

''fine''Mobius sighed ''but if anything happens....its your fault'' he pointed at y\n. she nodded and Loki smiled.

later....

they now arrived at so called ''end of the world''.

''ok so we are going to make small distraction like......like a bird noise! can any of you make a bird noise?''

''bird noise?!'' Loki and y\n said trying to hold back their laughter

''just do something small ok?''

''yeah....small'' y\n said smirking while Loki went to the area and literally made a mess while Mobius was furious and y\n burst out a laugh.

Mobius looked at his smart watch. but with one look the worry on his face was gone.''it hadnt changed a bit!''

y\n went to Loki ''well guess you were right after all!''

Loki smiled '' so...in your opinion its alright because nothing will change in our timeline.right?''

''yeah....yeah i mean thats what the watch says' y\n said confused

"yes but i mean....do you believe in it?" he asked

"well yeah!" y\n said

he suddenly cupped her face and kissed her! a soft but not really short kiss. she kissed back Immediately.

when they pulled back the volcano was starting to turn on. Loki was blushing madly!

suddenly the volcano started to irrupt "right on cue!" y\n said smiling

Mobius smirked ''ok Romeo and Juliet, lets go before the tragedy part happens!''he teased and Loki rolled his eyes, now y\n was blushing.

later....

that was 3 hours ago! y\n was now in tva library looking for some files. i heard someone entering the room. she didnt even need to look, it was Loki!

''ummm....hey.'' he said closing the door.

''hey''

''well about earlier......you know nothing has to change....right? its...."

"why cant it though?" she interrupted smirking

''well" his face lit up "if you want to" he smiled

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[petertingle-yipyip]

DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK

bonus chapter - take me to church

tags: @astrobees @americaarse @dusstory @johnmurphys-sass @ironprincessstranger @ahoytherebean // ten // masterlist // season 2b (Defenders plot)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 5,459

Summary: The reveal through Matt’s POV

Matt could feel the tension in the office as he got closer. He could hear the girls’ muffled voices but he couldn’t focus on what they were saying. His head was spinning so fast he thought it might fly off his shoulders. He had to take a deep, steadying breath before entering the office.

“Thanks for coming.” He said lamely, pulling a brown bag from under his arm.

“What are we doing here, Matt?” Karen asked.

Matt’s head tilted just slightly, as he heard the sound of the enamel scraping against a pocket as Y/N’s hand came out but her hand was closed around the small object. He couldn’t tell what it was. He snapped back and focused on answering Karen.

“I, uh. I have something.” He explained as he stepped closer, reaching into the bag.

His entire body felt like it was on fire. Either they would accept it or they wouldn’t. It was so simple yet so terrifying. What if Y/N did but Karen didn’t? What if Karen did but Y/N didn’t? He had already fractured his relationship with Foggy because of it. Could he stand to lose both of the girls too?

No… No, Matt knew he couldn’t do that again.

“No, I don’t want it.” Karen shook her head and moved to leave.

Matt was going to make no move to stop her. He didn’t deserve her to stay after the way he treated her, but he couldn’t help but focus on how Y/N seemed completely unfazed. She sat at the edge of the desk, fingers wearing away at the little knick knack in her hand, seemingly a million miles away.

Or maybe she was rooted in that moment… Maybe there just wasn’t enough left in her after Elektra’s funeral to show it.

“Hang on.” Y/N said gently, reaching to pull her back. “Just give him a chance.”

He loved how gentle she was, and even after his cruel treatment of her, she was still seemingly on his side.

I don’t think there’s anything that would push me away.

He heard her voice in his head, making that promise. He wanted to believe it more than anything in those moments as he stood in front of them, as the memory of her words hammered into his chest with a force so strong he thought it’d break him in half.

“It’s something I need you two to see.” He continued and Y/N let out a deep breath.

Karen turned to her, probably for support, and she simply nodded. Y/N’s relaxed state seemed to spread to Karen as her own body language relaxed - only by a fraction of a percent - and she turned to him again. Y/N kept her head turned down as Matt carefully drew his helmet out

of the bag.

The tension rose drastically and he heard Y/N’s heart pick up, for only a few beats before settling. Karen looked at her again in shock but all Y/N could offer was a silent nod before turning away from them both, staring out the window instead.

He couldn’t tell if she was disinterested or just processing. He stood there and thought of what to say to explain it, to make sure that he said the right thing and not mess it up like he did with Foggy. But no words came to him. Nothing he could say, he realized, would cushion the blow of his confession. The helmet in his hands that he wore every night, that felt as normal as wearing his glasses, felt heavy now, like holding onto it - along with his secret - was going to physically pull him down to Hell. Until he told the people who deserved to know. The people standing before him.

“I’m Daredevil.” Matt admitted.

Silence passed over the group again. It was so thick and heavy that Matt thought it would choke him. It only felt like he could breathe again when Y/N decided to move. She stood, leaving the small trinket on the desk, and moved to stand in front of Matt. Gently, she took the helmet from his hands and he swallowed hard when her fingers brushed his. In any other circumstance, it would’ve made him smile to feel the ghost of her touch.

Now it made his skin ignite even hotter, if that was possible.

She ran her fingers over the hard material, tracing the ghost of a line down the center. He tried listening to heartbeat, listening to her breathing, something that could tell him what she was feeling. But she was as calm as ever, like a duck on a pond. She was unbothered by the waves jostling her around. She was always so collected, so unbreakable.

But in that exact moment, he wished she was as easy to read as the rest of the world was.

She took a step back to stand beside Karen and reached over to put it in her hands instead.

She took it, only for a second, before shoving it back into Y/N’s hands and practically running out the door. Matt nodded, only the slightest of movements. He had expected her to scream at him the way Foggy did, the way he deserved to be screamed at. But her silence, her exit, did little to stir anything big in his heart.

That seemed to be reserved for Y/N’s reaction.

She took a step forward again to put her hand on his cheek and he found himself leaning into her touch.

“Say something… Please.” He mumbled, surprised to find a voice at all.

“Matt…” She said finally and he felt some sense of comfort as she said his name, as gentle as ever. “There’s… There’s something you should know, too.”

His brows furrowed as she pulled her hand away and stepped over to the desk and reached for the small piece of enamel, placing the helmet on the desk in its place. He heard her take one more deep breath before coming back, taking one of his hands and pressing the logo against it.

His brows furrowed while holding the emblem in one hand, his fingers tracing it over and over. Every time his digits followed the shape, he tried to picture what it was.

It was small, maybe two inches tall. There was a small indentation of a border and the enamel was covered in scratches, a few chips along the edge. But the shape of an hourglass mixed with the smooth finish was eerily familiar.

He thought deeply, trying to remember where he had felt it before. As the small item sat in his palm, the memory practically slapped him in the face. It was embedded in her suit. He had felt that shape against his arm, against his hand. The logo… It was part of the suit Exodus wore before she changed it for the one he gave her.

“This is…” He trailed off, drawing her focus back to him.

The words sat at the edge of his tongue but his voice wouldn’t put them together. His brain couldn’t fully wrap around the idea. But he already had his suspicions so why did the confirmation seem so unexpected? Because, he understood all at once, it was a collision of two worlds. Y/N Y/L/N, the girl who had owned his heart since the night they met, was also the murderous vigilante that hooked into his life.

“Where did you get this?”

“It’s the logo for the Red Room… It was part of every Black Widow uniform…” She explained carefully, picking her words with a specific intent. “It was at the collar of my suit for a while until I changed the top… Then it was hidden and now it’s off.”

“The Red Room… Y/N, what..?”

“I… I’m Exodus, and I’m sorry. For everything. For- For the times I’ve hurt you. The times I tried to kill you… Matt, I swear, if I knew sooner that it was you...”

“Oh my god..” He said quietly, nearly a whisper. “No, there’s… Really?”

Given his confession of his alter ego only moments ago, hearing Y/N say she was Exodus was insane. But when he really sat to think, hadn’t he known it already? Hadn’t some part of him, no matter how adamantly he denied it, known it was her? Why else would he have worked so hard to keep her? Why else did he enjoy having her beside him? Why else did he think about kissing her so often?

“I know it’s a lot to take in.” She shrugged, trying to fake calm though he could finally hear that her heart was racing. She turned and moved to her bag, pulling a small device before coming back. Matt felt the faint electricity from the small piece in her hands. “And if you want to go our separate ways, I understand.”

“No, Y/N.” He stepped closer and reached for her hand. Though instead of letting him take it, she put her weapon in his hand which made him pause, only for a second, as if the device had shocked his palm. The feeling of Exodus’ favored weapon against his palm made it real, made it something he couldn’t deny. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“What about what I’ve done? Matt, your whole stance as Daredevil is to not kill people and I’ve killed too many to count.”

“I don’t care.” He shook his head and stepped to put the emblem and the weapon on the desk. He came back to stand in front of her, hands finding her face. “I don’t. Because it’s you, Y/N… It's you.”

“I told you that I couldn’t be the one to corrupt you.” She said softly. He took the chance to trace the outline of certain scars as if to convince himself it was true. But upon feeling the slightly raised skin around the edges where her mask would sit, there were few straws of denial to cling to. “I told you that I shouldn’t be the one that you make an exception for.”

“It’s not an exception… I know what you’ve done, sweetheart. But I also know why… And I know you.”

“Matt..”

“I love you, Y/N.” He admitted suddenly, making her take a step back. The confession was equally shocking to him but it didn’t stop any of the next words that fell from his lips. “I know who you are and I know what you’ve done but you are still you. You still feel the same, Y/N. You’re the same girl I met in college and the same girl that I.. that I love.”

“You don’t mean that.” She tried, though Matt could tell there was some hesitation. Maybe, just maybe, Y/N wanted him to mean it and that alone gave Matt hope.

“You don’t.. You can’t. I- I- I’ve lied to you and I’ve screamed at you and I’ve hurt you! I stabbed you, right here-“ She took a step forward and placed her hand on his side where he had been stabbed by her. “-maybe a week ago!”

“I know.” He nodded with a small smile. “You’ve also saved my life and cleaned me up and been by my side.”

“This is insane..” She mumbled. “This is- This is crazy! You can’t love me! As much as I want you to, you can’t!”

“You want me to?” He repeated smugly, unable to help himself from trying to break the tension. “Still? Even though I put on that suit and that mask, go out into that city every night, and throw punches in an alley?”

“Yes, because you’re the good guy!” She shouted and began pacing the room, hands pushed into her hair. “You’ve always been the good guy and I’ve been the bad guy. You can’t love the bad guy! I don’t- It doesn’t make sense! Daredevil hated Exodus.”

Matt had never experienced her in such a frazzled state that seemed to vibrate the air around her. He’d never known her to panic. And it wasn’t even over his vigilante persona. It was because of his feelings for her. And he had to admit, that did not give him a lot of confidence in the moment. But then he remembered the moment they shared not too long ago, when he heard her pulse thrumming while he held her close but couldn’t dare kiss her.

He reached out for her hand and pulled her to stop. She landed flat against his chest with a small ‘Oof’ due to her still tender rib cage.

He snorted a small laugh. “Sorry.”

“I’ve had worse.” She shrugged and he broke into a grin, earning one from her in return. Yeah, maybe there was hope buried in there somewhere.

“Matt, you hated her.”

“I never hated her.” He shook his head, speaking softly as he dropped his forehead against hers. “I didn’t always agree with her but I would pick her by my side over anyone.”

And it was true. He never believed Exodus to be the bad guy. She wasn’t a good guy, per say, but she was never bad. Wilson Fisk was a bad guy. Nobu was a bad guy. The Hand were bad. But Exodus - Y/N - was never hated.

“You already knew, didn’t you?“ Her eyes closed and she sighed.

Matt’s admittance of feelings towards her must’ve connected a few dots in her head.

“I had a feeling…”

“How long?”

“Since you yelled at me in Russian in the courthouse bathroom, for sure.”

“To be fair, you slammed the door in my face.” She reasoned, leaning back slightly to see him as he grinned again.

“What did you even say?”

“That I’d break both your arms.”

“Ouch.” He frowned.

“Don’t slam doors on people then.” She shrugged, holding her composure for a second before laughing together. “I’m serious, Matt. How long?”

“I had a thought since we went to that art gallery and met Vanessa for the first time. I knew there was something but I didn’t think it was this. This became a thought a little before we met Grotto.”

“I always knew you were doing something you weren’t supposed to.” She replied. “But I didn’t think this - or maybe I just didn’t wanna believe it - until that gala… You moved so much like him, I couldn’t ignore it. And..”

“And?” His brows furrowed. “C’mon, Y/N/N. Say it. It’s just you and me…”

“When you kissed me. It was the same. Same feeling, same movements, same taste.”

He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again and pursing his lips slightly.

“I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” She tried as she moved and sat on the desk. “How do we both have these alter egos that worked together but couldn’t stand each other? And then we turn around and work together but also can’t stand each other?”

Matt could tell that she was trying to find a logical response to everything. To her blind best friend being the local vigilante, the same local vigilante that she had a very on and off partnership with. To her best friend from college admitting that he loved her. But she had to have known, on some level at least, that she was more than just a friend to him… Right?

He came and stood in front of her while she toyed with the helmet. He wondered what she was thinking as she leaned her head back to look at him. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the desk beside her, feeling as if he would combust at any moment.

“What do you wanna do from here, Y/N/N?” He asked, gently taking the helmet from her hands and putting it on top of his jacket. He flattened his palms on either side of her legs and leaned down slightly, taking a step back so he was more level with her. “Tell me to go and I will.”

“And if I want you to stay?”

His mouth lifted into a small smile. Something about giving Y/N control of the situation felt right. “Tell me and I will.”

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah.”

“It kinda looks like you wanna be with me right now because I’m Exodus.” She chuckled slightly, trying her own hand at a joke to break the tension in the air.

He was silent for a second as he thought about it and realized that it did look like that. But it very honestly wasn’t that. He had feelings for Y/N since college, since the night he met her really.

But then Elektra..

And Y/N left..

Matt tried to chalk it up to something of circumstance, given that when Y/N wasn’t around, he didn’t have those same thoughts. But the phone calls brought it all back. Having her in town brought it all back. The Russians taking her and hurting her brought everything back. There was no convincing himself otherwise, not anymore. Not for a long time. He loved her. He was in love with her. But he wouldn’t lie and tell her he didn’t care about Exodus. It just wasn’t the same as it was with her.

Y/N was his one absolute, even more than his faith. She could tell him to do anything and he would follow her words to a tee. Being with her, those moments alone, they were what he imagined Heaven to be like. Gentle, loving, real. The time when she was gone was an empty, deathless death compared to the sunlight she brought.

“I started caring about her after we ran into Nobu the first time.. That first night she - you - saw me, you were so relieved… You hugged me so tight.”

“I thought you were dead.” She admitted. “I thought… I thought I was too late and I couldn’t save you, that I made that deal for nothing.”

“That was when I realized that you really did care…”

“That was around the time you told me that I had my own light.. Do you still believe that?”

“Y/N, I’ve always believed that, whether you were in that suit or not. You’ve got one of the brightest lights I know.”

“Y’know, early on, I had these really confusing feelings for Daredevil. It felt like he saw me, with the blood on my hand and knees and all. He still wanted me around and I liked that. I felt safe with him. But he kept wanting to change me. It was like he just couldn’t accept who I was. I felt like I wasn’t good enough for him.”

“Y/N, I never-“

“Hang on.. Just, let me finish, okay? I need…” She paused to take a deep, steadying breath as her hand landed gently on his arm and he felt his skin ignite. “I need to finally say this.”

He nodded, hanging on to every word as if he was a kid being told a new bedtime story.

“And then Fisk happened and he got in my way. I remember thinking ‘This is it. I’m done with him. I see him again, he’s dead’. Now, maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t kill Fisk when I had the chance. I don’t know. But I do know that I just couldn’t bring myself to try and kill him. I still wanted him around but I couldn’t let myself want him…”

She turned and picked up her gauntlet.

“And then Frank came along and made things more complicated. Frank didn’t need me to change to be by his side. He didn’t challenge my morality, he just… Handed me a gun and considered me a friend.”

“Yeah, maybe… Maybe Frank wasn’t all that bad.” He offered and she smiled.

“He’s really not. Frank actually helped me find balance… He told me that I can’t let everyone else tell me who to be. But Daredevil isn’t bad either if you get to know him.” She teased and he grinned. “Matty, I love you too. But if this is something we want to try, I need to ask you a couple things.”

“I’m all yours.” He said softly, dropping to his knees and folding his arms over her lap to rest his chin on.

“Really?” She gently teased.

“Ears.” He corrected with a nervous smile. “I’m all ears.”

“If we keep doing the Daredevil/Exodus thing, do I have to play by your rules? No killing?”

“I would prefer.” He said carefully. “But I won’t fault you for it. Not anymore.”

“Why?”

“You know when to stop.” He answered simply, as if it should’ve been obvious. “You know when to pull your punches and when not to. I shouldn’t have been trying to change you this whole time. I should’ve been trying to just work with you, help you find some sort of… balance.”

“Do you really want to do this? Because I know you were in a whole ‘no friends means no distractions means I can focus’ phase.”

“No, I don’t wanna do anything without you by my side.”

“Last one… And it’s a hard one. Would you still be here, on your knees in front of me and telling me you love me, if Elektra was alive?”

He was quiet for a minute as he thought. His first reaction was to say yes, that she was far more important than Elektra. But before he knew for sure, he promised he would run away with Elektra. Would her admitting her truth about Exodus and her feelings have been enough to leave Elektra?

Matt didn’t have a definitive answer and it made him feel guilty.

“I don’t know.. I told you it was complicated with her.”

“Matt, I’ve been second to Elektra for you the entire time she’s been involved. I won't be the one you settle for because you lost her.”

Something about those words struck a deep chord in Matt’s chest. Y/N was never second to anyone in his life. She was the most important person to him, his peace and his comfort. She was like the feeling of putting on a shirt fresh out of the dryer, warm and soft and comforting. She was what he had always needed, the one thing that could balance him out and draw him back from any cliff.

“This isn’t about Elektra.” He shook his head gently. “You and I.. It always ends up being you and I, doesn’t it?”

She unfolded his arms gently and slid off the desk to sit beside him on the floor. Matt waited patiently for her to speak again while she picked up one of his hands in hers. He felt her lift his hand, likely examining the angry busted knuckles and comparing them to her own.

Neither of their hands were truly innocent in the eyes of the law. They were two sides of the same coin, Matt decided. The vigilante that believed in redemption and the vigilante that believed in consequences. At the end of the day, they both blooded themselves for the Kitchen. They were each other’s balance, each other’s personal checks and balances system.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Matt asked after the silence began to gnaw at him. “About everything…”

“Would you have forgiven me?” She asked softly, sadness tinting her words. “Everything that I’ve done, pretty much since I got out of there, was me trying to undo what I had to do there. I was a kid going through it, being weaponized and lied to and manipulated. But I wasn’t clueless. I knew what he was doing to me, to all of us actually. He said he loved us like his own daughters… That we were a family…That he was the only one that would ever love us…”

“It was never your fault, Y/N. Someone who loves you… They wouldn’t do that to you.” Matt offered and she sniffled.

He realized then that she was crying. It was easy for him to understand that when she spoke of her past dressed as Exodus, she was speaking from a place of anger and betrayal. But as she spoke of it now, as Y/N, it was from a place of pain. She had been lied to and raised to see love as this violent, manipulative entity. She didn’t grow up with any tenderness, any real compassion or sympathy.

Matt couldn’t help but wonder how she had a heart as big as hers coming from a place like that.

“I tried to erase my past.” She continued, trying to keep her voice level. There was just the slightest waver in her tone that Matt could hear. “But now I don’t think I would want to change it… Exodus and I, we share the same body and the same face. But we’re not the same… Whatever you felt about Ex, you can’t just translate that to me.”

“I loved you long before Exodus existed.” He insisted but she scoffed lightly in response. “I’ve loved you since we met in college, I swear.”

“You have to understand why I can’t believe that..”

Yet she was still holding on to his hand.

“If that’s true, then why did you start dating Karen? Why did you tell Elektra you’d leave with her?”

“Because I didn’t know if you felt the same way…”

“Why didn’t you say anything to find out?”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“When have I ever tried to get in the way of your happiness?”

Matt paused, wondering what he could say. But he came up empty. He sighed to himself as he understood that there was nothing he could say that would magically change her mind. He couldn’t offer any real reason that would be fair, so he didn’t. Instead, he owned up to what he did. To his seemingly growing list of mistakes, and tried to create something that could last with Y/N.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know nothing I can say can change anything that’s happened so far. I don’t expect you to forgive any of how I’ve treated you lately or that I’ve kept this hidden from you for so long… Just know that I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned.. But it’s not like you were the only one with a secret.” She offered kindly. “Can I… Can I see the rest of it? The suit..”

“Yeah.” He breathed, something like relief filling his chest.

He pulled her with him as he stood before both gathered their alter ego’s belongings. Once that was done, he reached for her arm and they headed to his apartment.

Matt still couldn’t completely tell what Y/N was thinking. Some sentences made him feel like she wanted to be with him and others made him feel like she wanted to run. And he told himself he would accept whatever her reaction was, whatever response she offered but with the potential of losing her so close, he was rethinking that idea.

She never tried to stand in his way, so as selfish as he wanted to be with her, he couldn’t stand in hers.

The walk to his apartment was eerily quiet between them. Neither had anything to say, despite the panicked thoughts bouncing around in his brain. He couldn’t help but worry, worry that she’ll leave and never turn back. But every step closer to his apartment seemed to remind him that she could never leave him. Even if she was gone physically, he’d always hear her voice in his head. He’d feel the ghost of her all around him. He’d think of her in everything he did.

He brought her to the case he kept the suit in and allowed her to open it herself. He sat on the arm of the closest chair and waited, hearing her breath catch in her throat as her hands roamed over the fabric. Every second that passed felt like sandpaper against his nerves.

“Would you have liked her more…” She said finally, though her eye line stayed on the suit. “If she- if I - killed someone for you?”

“What do you mean?” His brows furrowed.

“Would you hold my hands if they were the same ones that I used…”

She dropped the suit back into the case and was rubbing her own hands, like she was trying to get someone off her skin.

“Would you love me more if I killed someone for you? If that someone was.. was me.” She tried again. “Killed that part of me to change who I am to who you wanted me to be. Would you have wanted to choose me sooner if that part of me didn’t exist?”

Matt pushed himself to stand and fell to his knees beside her. He didn’t hesitate to reach over and take her hands in his, holding them gently against his chest.

“Y/N, I know what you’ve done…” He began carefully. “I know who you are. You know who you are… I love you for all of it, the good and the bad.”

“This sounds like something you would’ve told Elektra… You don’t like me because I remind you of her, right?”

“No!” He said quickly. “No, you aren’t her. And I’m glad for that. There is no one like you…”

Matt understood what she was feeling. She wanted to be loved, for all of it. She didn’t need to be forgiven for what she’d done or who she was. She just wanted someone to love her not despite it, but regardless of it. And she wanted to find a way to believe she deserved it.

Maybe that could be his new mission. To show her that she was worthy of the love she always gave.

“It’s late…” She said instead, her head turning towards the window. He bet she was even more beautiful in the neon of the billboard. “Mind if I stay?”

“Of course. I can sleep out here.” He nodded and offered her the bed.

She stood without a word and headed to the bedroom. She shimmied out of her jeans and Matt heard her rummaging through his drawers. After a minute, she climbed in while she let out a huff, dropping her hands dramatically against the comforter. Matt smiled slightly at her as he leaned against the open door.

“You okay over there?” He asked lightly and she made a small noise again.

“No, I want you in here.” She countered and Matt couldn’t hide the wide grin. “We were friends before the secrets and during. I don’t want to completely lose our relationship in the after.”

“I’m always gonna be here.” He said honestly as he stripped out of his work clothes and exchanged them for sweats before he climbed into bed with her. “I’m always gonna be yours, Y/N/N.”

She was quick to lay against him, her head on his chest with a leg over his hips and a hand on his arm. The slight pressure of her body weight against him made his skin buzz and her warmth ignited something long forgotten deep in his chest, something he never thought would light up again.

“Matty?” She mumbled against his chest and he could hear the sleep that was already creeping into her words. And he wasn’t surprised, given how she had been pulled in every direction across the Kitchen. How she ran herself in circles trying to help everyone she cared about.

No matter what she said, how adamantly Y/N insisted that she wasn’t the good guy. She was one of the most selfless people he knew.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember what you said in the cemetery? With Frank?”

“Hmm.” He hummed as he thought of that night.

“That sometimes, you thought you might be the Devil… But I know you. I know you’re not.”

“No?” He smiled slightly.

“No… You’re not a perfect saint or an angel… You’re not a martyr or God’s perfect little soldier.”

Matt noticed the pauses between her sentences growing as she got closer and closer to sleep. He felt her take deep breaths and scoot closer to him, making his heart settle to a comfortable pace as his fingers danced lightly along her skin.

“And I like that… You're on your holy moral mission but… You make mistakes… You mess up… You’re human… And I love that about you, Matty.”

“You believe that?”

“I believe that you, Matthew Murdock, are a good man… No one can take that away. I don’t know where we go from here but I know I don’t want to be without you…”

“God, I love you.”

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[robsth0r]

Hi! I recently got back into the MCU fandom and was wondering if you still take requests?

If you are, could you do something with Steve Rogers x TransFtM!Reader? Something fluffy

Thank you for your time! 😊

Movie Marathon At Home (Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader)

A/N: Thanks for the request! I loved writing this and hope you enjoy reading it as well. I actually got a few ideas for some fluff I wanted to write with a Trans!Male!Reader x Steve Rogers and therefore I might post another one I am currently working on at some point in the next couple hours or maybe tomorrow :)

Warning: Gender dysphoria, period related things, some angst but mostly fluff.

Word count: 821

I had been dreading this day for a while now. I knew it was coming, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. I felt the all too familiar cramps and knew what that meant. I sighed and looked in the mirror, trying to remind myself that I was still the same person, regardless of what my body was doing. Sometimes it just didn’t feel like it.

I had been dating Steve for a few months now, and he had been nothing but supportive of me. Being transgender Steve knew how I felt on my period. I had always tried to ignore it, but it was hard when it affected my mood and my dysphoria.

Steve knew that I was feeling off today and knew that it would be around this time of the month I would get my period. 

“Hey, love, are you up for the meeting?” Steve calls from the bed sitting up a little straighter. I turned off the light in the bathroom reentering our shared bedroom.

“I don’t know…” I answered hesitatingly. I wanted to say no but I also knew that Steve is one of the leaders of the Avengers and how it would be good that he was there for the meeting. Steve seemed to catch on.

“We are staying in tonight.” Steve decided, standing from the bed and slowly moved towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I knew he wanted to make sure I was okay and that I had everything I needed and I loved him for that. I relax into his touch, feeling some of the tension lessen. 

He moved me towards our bed and laid down on the bed with my head on his chest. Steve had his arm around me, holding me close to him. I rested my head on Steve's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was soothing and made me feel so much better.

Steve turned on the TV and found one of the Star Wars movies he had enjoyed a lot watching with me after having come back to the present time. 

"I'm sorry," I said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

"For what?" Steve asked, looking down at me.

"For being like this. I know it's stupid," I said, scoffing feeling a little stupid for being so dramatic.

"It's not stupid," Steve said firmly, brushing a hand over my hair, "It's okay to feel this way. Your body doesn't define who you are and when you feel uncomfortable in yourself I am here for you."

I looked up at Steve, feeling grateful for his understanding. "Thank you," I whispered.

Steve leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I love you, Y/n. You're perfect just the way you are."

I felt a surge of emotion in my chest. I had never felt so loved and accepted before. I turned to face Steve and cupped his face in my hands, pressing my lips to Steve's.

We kissed for a few moments, and I felt myself relaxing. Steve's touch always had that effect on me. I felt safe and loved, and nothing else mattered.

After a while, we pulled away, and Steve pulled me close again. We lay there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," I said finally, breaking the silence yet again.

"You don't have to worry about that," Steve said, smiling down at me, "I'm not going anywhere."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me hearing the reassuring words leave his mouth. I knew that Steve was in it for the long haul, but it was always nice to hear him say it anyways.

We continued to lie there for a while longer, just watching the movie and cuddling. My cramps had lessened, and I was feeling way more relaxed than I had just an hour ago.

"I have an idea," Steve said suddenly, sitting up.

"What?" I asked, looking up at him.

"How about we make some popcorn and have a movie marathon?" Steve suggested with a big smile on his face. That smile could never fail to make me smile too.

I smiled. "That sounds perfect."

We got out of bed and made our way to the kitchen. Steve put some popcorn in the microwave while I picked out a few movies.

We settled back in bed with our snacks. Steve was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I was grateful for him every day.

As we watched the movies, Steve kept stealing glances at me. He knew how much I was struggling today, and he just wanted to make me feel better.

After a few hours of going through movies, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Steve noticed and pulled the blankets up around me, tucking me. Steve relaxed and soon fell asleep too.

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[imagineandwrite]

𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘐 (𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑅𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑒)

You Won't Leave Me

Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: I have no clue wtf I'm doing, Erik Killmonger?, Shuri and Reader are keeping secrets from each other, don't worry they calm down, M'Baku is intimidated by Y/N, Y/N and Shuri are obviously not okay A/N: Y'all are spoiled as hell

"Shouldn't we burn incense or something?"

Nakia stands at a table crushing the Heart-Shaped Herb, recreated by Shuri, into a liquid. Shuri sits hunched over another table with her head in her hands. Briefly, Nakia explained the purpose of the ritual and how important being surrounded by loved ones was for it. 

"Bast only knows how the ancestors will get to this place."

During this whole time, Shuri hadn't said anything. Nakia finished the preparation and walked to where Shuri sat. "Are you sure we shouldn't bury you?"

"No-" Shuri shakes her head as she lies on the table, crossing her arms in the Wakandan salute. "I need you to have access to my chest." She explains, quickly moving her arms to rest at her sides.

"In case I go into cardiac arrest."

"Sorry?" You ask, your eyes darting between Nakia and Shuri. Riri chuckles in disbelief, "She joking, right?"

Instead of answering, Nakia places her Kimoyo bead in the center of Shuri's chest. She guides you to the head of the table and your hands on either side of Shuri's head. You lean forward slightly to block the light from shining in Shuri's eyes and glare at her. 

"If something goes wrong, I'll pull your ass out of there and kill you," You mutter, and though your words are harsh, your voice is quiet and raspy. 

"Good," Shuri chuckles, her eyes flickering between yours before she smiles softly. "You okay?" You'll be here when I wake up?

"I'm always okay," You whisper. Always.

Nakia lifts the bowl and recites the traditional quote, calling forth Bast, the ancestors, T'Challa, and the late Queen Ramonda. She places the bowl on Shuri's lips and guides her to drink the purple liquid. Purple and black veins cover Shuri's skin, and she twitches as her face contorts in discomfort.

"Praise the ancestors," You, Nakia, and Riri continue calling the ancestors until Shuri's body relaxed.

"How long do we wait?" Riri questioned, watching Shuri's breathing slow.

"Until the ancestors are finished with her," Nakia answers, rubbing her thumb across Shuri's hand.

Pulling herself out of the water, she looked around before standing up. She was in the throne room, the sky a beautiful mix of purple and blue. Shuri slowly walked around the throne before freezing. Erik Killmonger sat in all white, his leg propped on the throne with a soft smile. "Lil cousin."

"How?" 

"How is never as important as why, right? You chose me," Erki said.

"I'd never choose you," She denied, shaking her head in disbelief. Erik scoffed softly, shifting on the throne before looking around. "Why did you take the herb?"

"To see my family," Shuri answered, immediately being cut off by Erik. 

"Nah, that's bullshit. You didn't believe the ancestral plane was real, did you?" He stood up and slowly stepped towards Shuri. She sighed, "No."

"Then why take it? Don't lie."

"So I can be strong," She answered, squeezing her fist.

"Strong to do what?"

Shuri stared back at him, and after a moment, Erik sighed. "See? We're more alike than you think." He walked past her, eyes trailing the walls of the throne room. "I took it to avenge my ancestors too."

"I'm nothing like you," Shuri scoffed, turning to glare at his back. "You took it for yourself and then destroyed the rest. Unworthy King, afraid of being replaced. Just a coward."

"No, I had courage," He snapped, turning to glare down at her. "Courage to do what was necessary to change Wakanda." 

"How many people like your scientist or your girlfriend did Wakanda protect before I took the throne?" He asked, knowing he won as soon as she looked away.

"The Panthers before me? Cowards. Before T'Challa? Cowards." He added.

"Don't mention my brother," Shuri snapped, stepping forward. "You're the reason why he's dead. You burned the herb, left us with no protector. Then Namor struck and killed my mother." As she spoke, fire climbed the walls representing her anger and need for vengeance. "Their blood is on your hands."

"That ain't on me," He chuckled, softly shaking his head before pausing. 

"Don't you dare take that away from your mother," He glared, slowly circling her. "She sacrificed her life protecting a young girl from the lost tribe."

"Your father was a hypocrite. He would've killed that girl. Shit, he killed his own brother," He stated, still circling her. "And he definitely would've killed your girl."

"What is it?" He hummed in thought, feigning confusion. "I forget what she goes by, Taraji or Y/N?"

"Do not speak her name," Shuri snapped as she glared at him. 

"We'll come back to that later," Erik rolled his eyes before continuing, "T'Challa was too noble. He let the man who murdered your father live. And here you stand. Are you gonna be noble like your brother? Or take care of business, like me?"

Her body lurched forward with a small scream as her eyes darted around the room. There was a glint in her eyes and Nakia asked if she was okay. Shuri replied with a weak 'I failed'.

Placing your hand on Shuri's shoulder, you lean forward to whisper, "Who'd you see?"

It took a second for her to respond, she slipped off the table and away from you. Creating distance between herself and everyone, "No one."

"You're lying," You said, following her. Shuri turned to you with tears in her eyes, "They abandoned me."

"They would never do that," Nakia denied, placing her hand on Shuri's arms. She flinched back when Shuri slammed her hand on the table.

"I did everything I was supposed to do! I recreated the herb! I did your stupid ritual, and for what?!"

"Okay," You whispered, slowly guiding Shuri to your chest. She smacked your stomach in frustration, and she whimpered, "Why didn't they come for me?"

Walking away from you, Shuri sighed before punching a manikin and sending it flying into a stone wall. Nakia and Riri step behind you in shock as you purse your lips. "Shit," Nakia and Riri whisper.

"Can I get some of that?" Riri asked, turning to Nakia. Nakia sighs, softly shaking her head, "I think you'll need a suit."

"More people are coming from the city," Someone said.

"They need more space," Another elder spoke.

"You people understand that you are visitors? It is a wonder how anything gets done with you all." M'Baku complained, munching on a carrot as he watched the elders squabble about the upcoming war.

 Suddenly an aircraft hovered above them, dropping the Black Panther and landing in the center. The helmet came off, revealing Shuri to everyone. M'Baku stood from his throne and stepped down to face her. Ayo held her arm out in front of the Dora Milaje to hold them back.

They stand in front of each other before slamming their hands together in an arm wrestle. M'Baku was defeated, and he raised her hand high, "The Black Panther lives!"

The elders place their hands on her shoulders and back as the Jabari chants around her. Once they finished, they stepped back and allowed Shuri room to speak.

Before she speaks, a flash of blue catches her eye. Y/N is quiet as she crawls along the walls of the cave. They share a soft smile before Shuri looks at the elders.

"Namor believes Wakanda is on her knees. Our Queen is dead, and we have no protector. But now is our time to strike."

"We don't even know how to find him," An elder spoke.

"We will bring Namor to us," Shuri stated, slowly looking at each elder. "At a distant location."

Alright, let's say this does work," M'Baku interrupted, rubbing his head in thought. "Assuming we can kill this man who can fly and is potentially as strong as the Hulk. Is murdering him the right solution?"

"You were calling for his death when his crime was only intimidation," The River tribe elder said.

"What has changed lord M'Baku?" Another elder asked. M'Baku scoffed as he held his hand up, "His soldiers. They do not call him General, or King. They call him K'uk'ulkan."

"What?"

"Feather serpent god," Y/N answered, dropping to the floor and walking through the crowd. She looks down at the people whispering in shock and backing away from her.

"Y/N! The blue woman!" M'Baku shouts, tossing his arms up as he looks her up and down. The woman was tall and had to duck, so she'd miss the icicles hanging from the cave top.

"Elders, with your permission, I would like to talk with Lord M'Baku alone," Shuri said, staring ahead at M'Baku ignoring Y/N's tail grazing her head. The elders agreed and everyone left, some pointing and poking at Y/N's legs in wonder. Y/N went to follow them but Shuri called out, "Don't."

Nodding, Y/N sat crisis cross behind her, fiddling with a chunk of ice that had fallen when she bumped into it. 

"War," M'Baku said as if it were obvious. He glanced at the Nymerian when she hummed in thought before looking back at Shuri. "If Namor is indeed a God to his people, killing him will risk eternal war."

"And so what?" Shuri asked, "Was my mother's life unworthy of eternal war?"

"Of course, she was," M'Baku sighed shakily before continuing, "But it is not what she would've wanted for you, and it is not what I want for my people."

"You speak of my mother as if she's still here. Of what she wanted for me," She said, the images of when her mother was truthfully happy crossing her mind. Then the vision of her mother being saved by Nakia. Ramonda and Y/N's chests slammed back into the ground after a failed shock.

"Namor drowned her, right in front of me!" Shuri cried, and M'Baku frowned. "So her goals, her hopes, and dreams for me... It doesn't exist. It doesn't matter." Shifting her stance, she glared at M'Baku through her tears, "What matters is what I want. And what I want, is Namor dead." 

"And you're going to help me get it," She points at him, and M'Baku glances at Y/N. She shrugged at him. What was she supposed to say?

"We leave in the morning," Shuri stated, turning to leave, and Y/N followed behind her, crawling out of the cave before walking behind her.

Y/N sat in the bath completely nude. The lights are deemed slightly, a soft purple glow covering the bathroom. Outside is quiet from its lack of population. You remember your grandmother's torn body pulling you further into the water and away from the surface. 

You remember Shuri clinging to you when they finally decided it was safe for you to move. Remember her refusing to let you leave her sight.

Suddenly, the water turns cold. When you look down, it's changed to black. You look up and take a breath before slumping into the tub. 

Completely submerged in the water, you take a moment to study your surroundings. Surrounding you was a black void filled with nothing but cold water. The ocean is calm and something lulls you deeper into the abyss. 

Eyes. Large bright white eyes stare at you from afar. They slowly grow in size as the creature swims toward you. The water pulls you to them as it swims closer.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚." 

It moves to swim around you, the water turning you in a circle. You inhale the water into your lungs before breathing it out of your nose.

"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬," As it speaks, it swims around you until you're caged in its body. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫." 

 "𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮," It growls as light floods the void, and a giant sea creature mixed with squid and dragon glares down at you. 

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮," It slams a tentacle down almost crushing you as you swim around it.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥-"

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞," You interrupt, pointing up at her. 

"I left because I needed to. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞," You breathed, looking back at the creature who slowly lifted her tentacles away.

"𝐖𝐡𝐲?" Her voice is soft, completely contrasting the rough growls from before.

"What I had in Nymeria," You whispered, still reminiscing on memories of your friends. With a scoff, you looked up at the creature whose eyes have turned a soft black. "I was a means to an end. Grandfather allowed me to live because he needed someone to continue his legacy. Someone young and naive."

"They told me to pray," You sigh, thankful that the sea washes your tears away. "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤. So I left to find my own."

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥," She hums, lowering herself to the floor and looking right at you. "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?"

You smile softly, looking down in thought. "𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞."

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞."

"𝐘𝐞𝐬," You emphasized, smiling at her before sighing softly. "𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦."

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"

"𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫, I know she will do the same for me," You say, swimming up to be eye level with her. "𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭."

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨."

Y/N's body shot up and out of the water, breathing heavily as she looked around the bathroom. The lights had turned off, the only light source from the window in her room shining on the mirror.

Ms. Taraji, would you like me to alert the princess of your current state? She is awake, and in the lab, it is her break time. 

"Then let her spend her break relaxing, not taking care of me," You sighed, slowly standing from the now cold bath water. Slowly stepping out, you slam your hand against the wall when you tipped to the side.

Ms. Taraji, I advise that you let me alert the-

"Griot, I said no," You said, treading towards your bed, occasionally grabbing nearby furniture to prevent yourself from falling. "I don't need to bother her when she's already got a lot of shit on her plate."

Princess-

"Not now, Griot."

But Princess-

"Not now!" Slamming her hand down, the thud echoes through the empty lab.

Taraji requires assistance.

Dropping the pen on the floor, Shuri grabs a small box from the table and walks out of the lab. "Where is she?"

She is in the middle of a panic attack in her room, it seems she hasn't noticed yet. 

"What happened?" She asked, waiting for the elevator to get to the main hallways. Silently, she thanked Griot for speeding up the process.

I assume she had a vision while bathing. Her heart rate fluctuated just before she rose from the water. Her heart rate has only increased from there, and she's almost fallen five times.

You're bedroom door opening breaks you from your thoughts, and you're aware of the footsteps walking toward you before they stop.

"Y/N?"

Shuri lays down, lifting your arm to lean into your side. Her clothes press into your skin, and she sighs as she gets up to strip herself clothes free. Laying back down, your skin presses against each other. Your body is still clammy from the bath, and she's soft from the cocoa butter she uses.

When you wake to soft humming in your ear. A hand rubbing down the side of your face, from your temple to your chin. You're turned away from the window, your and Shuri's bodies leaving a shadow on the wall. You watch as her shadow self lowers her hand to rub your back and feel the soothing circles ease you out of drowsiness.

"Sthandwa Sami," She starts, "Are you okay?"

"No, but I will be," You assure, voice rough and cracking from sleep. You hum, smiling when Shuri begins humming with you to a tune you've both created at the moment. 

"Tell me about Namor," You sigh, and she freezes. "What do you want?"

"I want him dead," She says. Though her voice is quiet, an icy dark tone lies underneath it. "I want him to suffer."

"Then he will."

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DON‘T MIND THAT

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Request: Yep :) and it makes me very happy

Summary: you work as an on-the-field medic for the Avengers and are dating Darcy Lewis (your girlfriend of four years, lucky you) and realise that her combat skills could use some serious improvement. Training turns out to be more fun than expected

Warnings: Swearing; insinuations of sex; some touching and almost sexy stuff I guess; violence (not heavily depicted or anything)

Word Count: 3.1K+

Darcy cackled at a line Sheldon had pulled, not letting the smile slip from your face seeing her so happy.

With one more 'bazinga' the scene came to a close and Leonard and Penny were making out in his bed.

You looked down at Darcy who was sitting in between your legs, slowly munching on a musli bar, clad in only a lacy bralette and panties due to the fact that you had only recently woken up.

"That doesn't look too bad, does it, love?" you grinned, moving your thumbs in circles where your hands lay on her tummy.

"Mhm, no... 'M not satiated yet from last night," she teased, her words growing more clear as she spoke. She rolled around so that her cleavage hung around your groin and she could look up at you through those damned lashes.

"Yeah? You looked pretty tired when I was finished with you, I'd say," you smirked, your hands moving to grip her ass, encouraging her legs towards you as she placed a gentle kiss against you boxers.

"Ten minutes until take-off. New location discovered. Please meet at Quinjet in bay 16-A," came the annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying voice of JARVIS.

"Fuuuck," you groaned, throwing your head back and hissing when it hit the headboard.

"You want me to kiss it better?" Darcy offered, sitting a little more upright but not making the view any less inviting - or, for that matter, teasing.

"I'm gonna need lots of kissing better when I get back, yeah?" She kissed your forehead adorably in the meantime.

You quickly stood up, dragging the leather suit out of your closet and hurriedly changing into it while JARVIS opened the slot behind your mirror to present the armour-ish part of your suit.

"Hey, I know this sounds totally crazy, but- Could I come with you? Just to try it out. If it doesn't work, that's fine by me. I can offer some insight into which paperwork might be important, too, considering there's always the trouble of JARVIS not being able to scan everything fast enough. I've had some combat training, I might just survive," she spoke very quickly. You attempted a laugh, but you didn't truthfully find it particularly funny.

"Are you sure about this, hon'? No one here's really assessed you on your combat skills and even if we arm you to the teeth- Well, I suppose you'd be flanked at all times and you have fought, kinda, sorta, with Jane before, but..." You started mumbling at an inaudible pace and volume, arguing back and forth with yourself even though you already knew what you wanted to say and your unfortunate answer.

"Okay, give me a sec." You pressed the button on your suit connecting you via audio to whoever's name you spoke first. "Tony, can Darcy come? I'll cover her at all times and she thinks she can give some insight on the paperwork problem. Preferably, none of you get too injured, that's all."

"You sure about this?" came the staticky reply.

"Y-Yeah."

"Okay, your mirror will close again and give it like- I dunno, three minutes and JARVIS can make her a decent catsuit-type thing. We have all her sizes, obviously. Stay safe."

You sighed gently as you nodded at your girlfriend in confirmation. She beamed. "Does this mean I'm a superhero now?"

"Sure. I guess you were already an Avenger or whatever, generally speaking. JARVIS will have just a plain suit made in about three minutes."

"Oh yeah, they did ask me about my sizes when I first got here... guess they didn't wanna seem creepy and scan me." You smiled down guiltily and her brows furrowed. "They did that, too?"

"They do everything." You placed the two guns in their holsters and heaved your foot up onto the side of the bed to slip another knife into a thigh-holder. The medical attachments hung around your middle and on your back.

"You're so hot when you do that," she whispered, glancing once again at your thigh.

"Thanks, love."

The mirror opened, revealing a catsuit which looked like it was going to be very tight indeed. Darcy gazed at it in awe.

"Are you sure that's gonna fit me?"

"JARVIS knows you better than yourself." It was simple and black, not unlike Natasha's but missing a few key components that she had requested over the years. It had one gun holster, and that was about it for weaponry.

She exchanged her current attire for some sports underwear before pulling the suit on and finally turning around, asking you to do up the zipper even though she could very well reach it herself.

Just before you could turn the TV off as you handed a gun to Darcy, Sheldon walked in on Leonard and Penny almost having sex, and you chuckled at the fitting scenario before turning it off.

You could admire your girlfriend properly now. You knew her body inside and out, but to see the leather clinging to her every curve was another matter. You wondered desperately if you were going to let either of you get shot because you were so distracted.

You grabbed her by the hips and kissed her deeply, unfortunately aware of the timer ticking down to '03:00 minutes remaining'.

She whimpered slightly as you pulled away, still somewhat disappointed at what had been cut short that morning.

"C'mon, let's go. Bay 16-A, was it?"

"That is correct," JARVIS answered immediately, making you roll your eyes playfully and call out 'wasn't asking you' before you both left the room.

•••

"On your right," you yelled, too pre-occupied with three HYDRA agents of your own to properly defend Natasha.

It was funny how you had grown into a role you definitely didn't intend on signing up for. You were an agent of SHIELD who specified in medicine. Of course, when you were offered the job as a medic for the Avengers you weren't exactly going to say no. But it turned out that the most dangerous injuries they acquired couldn't be trusted to wait until they flew back, especially if they were further away. So, being quite close to them all personally, you offered yourself. The original plan was that you stay in the Quinjet and possibly run onto the field if the others can't afford to move whoever it is. But slowly, ever so slowly, you would venture further and further out on the field to keep look-out, and slowly...

You simply joined in.

Medical attention was still the priority, but they weren't going anywhere without you in the midst, anymore.

You sent a painful front-kick with steel-capped boots to the man right in front of you's solar plexus, presently spinning around and sending two fatal blows to each of the other agent's chests.

Not allowing yourself the time to regain your strength, you shot a woman holding a sword-like thing to Clint's back and turned to find Darcy.

Except you couldn't see her.

You frantically pressed the button on your suit, calling out for her as you ran around aimlessly.

With a stroke of luck, you turned into a part of the building you hadn't entered yet and found her with large eyes, surrounded by three large men and a woman, all equally stern as they held her at gun-point.

"Hey! Four to one, that isn't fair, is it?" you shouted, earning the men's attention, but the woman wasn't falling for it. In quick succession you managed to hit two of them, saving a bullet for the third and then finally turned to see the woman holding your girlfriend in front of her with the gun at her throat.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your lungs hurt from the abnormal intake that wasn't reaching very far at all.

How had you let this happen? Why had you agreed to let her come with no assessment whatsoever? How had you lost her?

"Drop the gun, or I'll use mine," she ordered, and you could see Darcy trembling as she opened her mouth to comment something quick-witted, but you gently shook your head as you lay down your weapons.

Well, not your knife, of course.

"Just hand her over. Please. I won't kill you." The woman hesitated, apparently contemplating if I was still capable of doing such a thing, then laughed as she decided.

"Come to me. I'll have both of you, and if you're lucky, you'll survive."

That's when you noticed that she had actually managed to cuff Darcy, making things just a tad more complicated. But she was presenting you with the perfect offer.

"Okay, whatever you want," you faked submission, approaching her with raised hands.

"Good. Now-"

You threw your leg up against her face, hearing the satisfying crack of her jaw as you pulled out your knife, wasting no time in ramming it into her heart. "That's what you get for touching my girl," you whispered, and you could see the shivers run up and down Darcy's spine.

"Are you okay?" you asked frantically, looking her up and down with scared eyes as she almost slumped against you.

"Yeah, just- just a little shaky. You know how it is."

You gulped, turned to search the dead woman for keys or the likes.

"If you're looking for keys- these things have a number code, (y/n)," Darcy interrupted your search and you cursed.

"Okay, let's get back to the jet, then. We'll laser it off back home if need be." She nodded, unimpressed, following you outside unhappily as you informed the others through the comms. "Lewis and (L/n) heading back to jet. Still available for specified functions."

A chorus of understanding or envious answers chimed through the speakers as you made your way through the forest, away from the fight. One guy needed putting down, but that was it.

Once you were safely back in the Quinjet, Darcy leaned on you, apologising profusely, but you wouldn't have it. Eventually the other Avengers filed in with only minor injuries and you were undoubtedly grateful for it.

•••

Darcy, in light of the red lines around her wrists, had taken your constructive criticism of her technique very well and gladly agreed to undertake some training with you.

So, there you stood, in an entirely empty Avengers compound, entirely empty training room, entirely empty fighting ring except for the two of you.

"You ready?" you asked, bouncing on your heels to get in the mood.

"Uh, ready as ever. Just dying to land a punch on you," she added playfully and you smirked.

"Okay, how do you punch?"

She moved her legs apart and held two fists in front of her chest unsurely, thumb beneath fingers.

"Okay, lie your thumb across your fingers like this," you demonstrated, Darcy copying easily. "Now, you either have to have offset feet if you want to hold your fists in front of your chest, or you stand like you are now, but with palms facing upwards at your hip."

"It's always chest or hip with you, isn't it?"

You grinned but otherwise ignored the comment, showed one variant, then the other, and the two of you went back and forwards for a while.

"You're gonna wanna...," you trailed off, standing beside her and leading her arms. Leading her body in a way that took the force from much more than just her elbow or shoulder.

"Oh," she chimed, and you chuckled as she toyed with the new position, coming to terms with how it felt and how much more power she could install in a hit.

"Alright, then... blocking."

"Or alternatively, unblocking my path to being a real Avenger."

You spent about an hour straightening out her basics and after a short break promised to reveal some of the more fancy side of close combat.

"So, you jump off of something nearby, could be a wall, could be a fence, anything that will hold you, and then push off, throw your one leg up, preferably not the dominant one..." You kept explaining the move, not noticing Darcy's eyes glued to your lips as you instructed, her gaze occasionally slipping further down where a river of sweat marked your shift down the middle.

"That all understandable? Sorry, I'm so warm, I've gotta-" You pulled off the grey singlet top and sighed in content as the cooler air hit your skin.

Your girlfriend stood slightly stunned, as if she had never seen you half-naked before, eyes raking repeatedly over your glistening body and specifically muscles.

"Start when you're ready."

Having only really heard what move it was and the first few words, Darcy half-heartedly jumped off one rope building the ring and sort of held onto you, trying to wrap her thighs around your neck.

You both fell rather inelegantly, forcing you to catch the fall, and turn in midair, ending with your face still between her thighs.

"Well, I certainly don't mind that position, love." She turned bright red and you laughed softly.

You stood, holding out a hand to invite her up, pulling her close and clasping your hands behind her waist.

"That's awfully close for a student-teacher relationship," Darcy commented, but you could feel the heat from her face, led alone her sweat-drenched body.

"I could teach you all sorts of things."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You know. The butterfly. Spooning. Missionary. Queening..."

Darcy wasn't anything short of daring in the bedroom, but it was very easy to fluster her talking about it.

"Or maybe...," you leaned in very close to her ear, hot breath not the only thing warming inside her, "cowgirl?"

You pulled away, smirked, asked her to try and do the move again if she could concentrate enough.

Body trembling, Darcy dared her body to do what she asked, did a miraculously good job until you were standing with her thighs around your head and she couldn't manage the hypothetical neck-cracking or hypothetical slam.

"Don't you want me on the ground?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking of learning that cowgirl move next. Or was it reverse?"

You smirked, lowering her legs to the height of your waist so that you could hold her by her ass and look her in the eye.

"But I don't know if I want the lesson to continue, you know. You might have to convince me of your subject-"

You pushed your girl against one of the four posts and led your lips to hers, ghosting them for a moment before pulling away again.

Her gaze was trained on your arms, steady as they held her up and so strong and those abs and-

"Are you listening, baby?"

"Y-Yeah. Always."

You pulled away, standing at the edge of the ring where Darcy couldn't bare having you, and gestures for her to come at you.

Not having the slightest idea what you said before, she simply ran at you, fist raised.

With criminal ease you swished her around and she landed softly (with you to thank for that) on her back.

"I think I'm getting too warm, too," she breathed, looking you in the eye as she slipped off the sports top.

You fixated on her breasts, admiring because you knew you were welcome, unaware that your mouth was slightly agape.

"It's only for practical reasons, you can close your mouth, now," she taunted, just as she pulled off her pants as well. You desperately attempted to pick up your jaw, but found it harder than expected. That wasn't the only sense, however, in which your body was betraying you.

Yet with that thought, your eyes wandered further down and you couldn't suppress a smirk.

"Having your legs around my head makes you wet, huh? I didn't even do anything?"

"It's just sweat."

"Right."

"Oh, stop teasing me-" She stood, ran towards you to hold onto you or so, but you swivelled her around so that her back was pressed up against your front, holding onto her instead.

"How am I teasing you? I'm just helping you train..." You trailed sloppy kisses down her nape, nipping at her ear as you passed it.

She moaned gently, caving in on your body to seek more skin contact.

An idea visibly struck her and she pulled away, much to your surprise, lifting her chin as she studied your expression cockily.

"What?"

"I want you to show me just one more move," she said defiantly. "How to get an attacker on the ground. Can you show me?"

You hesitated, wondering what she was up to, but deciding you didn't really mind either way.

Sparsely annotated, you showed her some possible steps and footwork and finally pushed her over, landing with your waist over hers and a hypothetical hand to her throat.

"That what you m-"

She cut you off, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that you gladly reciprocated. Teasing wasn't generally what the two of you did, so after what - in your understanding - was a long time, you were happy to give in.

The kiss started slow, longing, sensuous, but you were both realising it wouldn't be enough for long, quickening your pace to the point you could hardly keep up.

You pulled away shortly, earning a breathy whimper from Darcy, kissing her jaw and then her neck in silent worship. She let a high-pitched moan escape her and you smirked against her skin.

"Do you like this, love?"

"Y-Yeah, I fucking love this," she replied, unusually high and unstable.

Your kisses ventured further and further down, eventually swiping your tongue along the rim of her bra.

"C'mon, then, you can't tell me you've never wanted to fuck someone against the cold, hard floor," Darcy teased, and that was all you needed to hear.

——————

This is terrible I'm so sorry

Unedited bullshit but anyways it's too late to keep writing hope you enjoy anyway and this was a bit like you imagined from your request :)

Goodnight/morning/day/evening wherever y'all are 🌞

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[simplyholl]

Loki Oneshots

18+ Only. Minors DNI.

Snowed In

A Christmas Wish

Feast

Titles and Temptations

New Year’s Eve

A Moonlit Picnic

The Sex Tape

The Birthday Gift ft Bucky

All Eyes On Me

Traitor

A Big Tip

Be A Good Girl For Daddy

Bad Idea, Right?

The President’s Pet

Frozen Stiff

Birthday Girl

A Gift For A God

Exposure

Three’s Company ft Bucky

Truly Desperate

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[storiesofsvu]

It's Bingo Time!!

I usually do some kind of bingo for my birthday/spring and I figured it'd be fun to do one again this year. Though the timeline may be different, we'll see lol.

Prompts are all spring/summer themed or smut. Any and all of them can be made as suggestive as you’d like, you don’t need to keep the smut fics to the smut prompts!

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, headcanons, drabbles, gif sets, a one shot, a mini series/collection including all the prompts, social media au’s, whatever you want!!

The rest of the rules are under the cut!

Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, super fluffy, or heartbreaking. Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warning at the top and in the tags!!

Fics can be a ship, reader insert, an OC, whatever you want! This is for you to have some fun and get creative!

Accepted Fandoms:

-Anything and Everything!! Yes!! I am always wide open to every fandom out there! It does not need to be something I write for, regularly read or even know what it is! It’s your choice!

Some examples:

Law and Order (svu, oc, og, ci),Criminal Minds, 911, MCU, One Chicago, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy, OUAT, CAOS, Private Practice, Abbott Elementary and everything and anything in between!

Rules!

You must tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hastag #kbdaybingo2024 on each creation. There’s a chance I will put together a masterlist (and if I do I likely won’t until it’s all over)

Bingo begins May 1st and runs all the way to June 27th

Only post ONE creation PER DAY, and only one square per creation

No under age oc’s/yn’s

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words MUST be under a readmore

Please appropriately tag your characters! I don’t want to see a list of side characters who have one line or are only mentioned when it’s a specific character x reader fic!

For each fic you write, you’ll earn a ballot and at the end I’ll do a draw and there will be a winner!! (don’t ask me what the prize is yet lol)

Everyone is welcome to participate! (anyone submitting or reading smut must be over 18!!)

If you have any questions feel free to message me!!

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tagging some people I think might be interested!

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[yelenabelovasbxtch]

1000 Follower Celebration!!!

Hi everyone! I just wanted to start off with a huge thank you for all of the support that you've given me since I started writing and I can't wait to continue to grow on here and meet and talk to more of you! Thank you for being so patient with me as I took a short break from writing and from creating content but I am back and have more time on my hands now!

Below is my prompt list, you can send as many as you would like for the following characters:

Yelena Belova

Florence Pugh

Kate Bishop

Peter Parker (MCU Peter)

*NEW CHARACTER TO REQUEST FOR

Aunt May

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

If you want more than one of the characters above to be in the blurb then that's fine too! Just specify in your request :) You can also specify certain scenarios that may accompany the prompt you chose. Go wild! I bet we can come up with some pretty cool stories together.

The blurbs will probably be in between 500 and 800 words, I may get carried away every now and again if I really like an idea and turn it into a longer piece.

There is currently no limit to how many submissions will be accepted, I might close my requests though once I feel like I have enough. Thanks again for all of your support! Here is the list of prompts:

“You’re so falling for her/him.”

“Why is there blood on your shirt?”

“You’re already so wet for me princess.”

“Look I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!”

“I’m not mad, but I will be soon.”

“Okay, we’re stuck here together so we might as well make the best of it.”

“Besides I HATE flirting with someone who is supposed to be on the same side as me.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“There’s only one bed.”

“Let’s play spin the bottle.”

“Yn, you’re drunk.”

“Shut up.” “Make me.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Kiss me again.”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Stop calling me sweetheart.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“The door’s locked, don’t worry.”

“Shut up and let me help you.”

“I want to wake up next to you every day.”

“Here, take my hoodie.”

“You 2 make such a cute couple.” “Oh…, we’re not a couple.” “Well, you would be a very cute couple.”

“I’m way out of your league.”

“So, are you guys dating or…?”

“Christ, put some clothes on!”

“Be nice (insert characters name).”

“Fuck you look so good.”

“Bring your cute Lil ass over here.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“I’m finding it extremely difficult to not kiss you right now.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Can you stay?”

“I’ll take you down (characters L/N or Y/L/N).”

“You weren’t supposed to hear/see that.”

“Come sit on my lap.”

“Just wait until we get home…”

“You’re so sexy when you’re mad.”

“(insert name) I can tell when you’re lying…

If you have any questions feel free to let me know via DM, by commenting on this post or by sending an ask! Can't wait to see what we create together!

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[ao3feed-thor]

Beauty and The Snake Prince

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6D1z7Yf

by CMD89

A peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.

Instantly finding yourself struggling to stay afloat among the brutal nobles, cutthroat concubines, jealous princesses, and brutal games you never dreamed could exist in your worst nightmares, it becomes difficult to keep your head down in the court, or in the bed, of the infamous Snake Prince.

What you didn’t expect to find, however, was the exposed, wounded soul of a misunderstood prince longing for more than a bed-warmer.

Words: 2351, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Thor, Odin, Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, OCs, Frigga

Relationships: Loki x Reader, Prince!Loki x Concubine!Reader, Loki/YN, loki x y/n

Additional Tags: Thor - Freeform, Loki - Freeform, mcu - Freeform, Odin - Freeform, Frigga - Freeform, Asgard, OC, reader - Freeform, Dark, Concubine/Dom, Dom!Loki, reader is a concubine, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Unrequited Love, Dark Fantasy, dubcon, sub!Reader, Female Reader, Reader Insert, Intrigue, Drama, betrothal, Forced Marriage, Slavery, Sex Slavery, rated r, audition, Freyja - Freeform, Goddess of Love - Freeform, Slave to Lover, Smut, Fluff, Sexual Situations, y/n, Virginity Kink, Breeding Kink, Power Dynamics, Bondage and Discipline, Praise Kink, Beauty and the Beast

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6D1z7Yf

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

[petertingle-yipyip]

MAD AT GOD - MATT MURDOCK

Season Three - Lover of Mine

tags: @mayasaurus--rex @americaarse @dusstory @johnmurphys-sass @ironprincessstranger @astrobees @woowwwee // five // seven // masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 9,732

Summary: The constant circles and playing different parts grows more and more dizzying as events continue to unfold. Alliances tested and lives endangered, Ex and The Man in the Mask take a stand against the new Daredevil.

“How? Y/N, calm down and talk to me. What happened?”

“I can’t calm down!” You snapped and he stepped in front of you, hands landing on either arm to stop you.

“You’re burning up.”

“Yeah, no shit.” You almost yelled. “This puts everything at risk!”

“Slow down, Y/N/N.” He said carefully. “Tell me what happened.”

“He cut my mask. I grabbed it and he saw me. He saw my face.”

“But he has no proof.” Matt offered calmly, though you knew your frazzled state was radiating and vibrating through him. He stood before you as solid as ever. “He can’t throw around an accusation like that without proof.”

“You can’t accuse him of being the knock-off Daredevil without proof either.” You deadpanned.

“I have proof.” He let go of one arm and held out Dex’s tape player.

“That doesn’t connect him to Fisk. And that doesn’t change the fact that he knows who I am. And- And Ray. Oh my god, Ray. We have to find him.”

“Don’t worry, okay? I’m gonna take care of it.” He promised.

“He’s gonna try to blackmail me. He’s- He’s gonna expect me to go along with it. He’s going-“

“So go along with it.” Matt nodded and your jaw went slack. “Your mask records, doesn’t it? You can get proof.”

“This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I didn’t want to have to use this for a double agent. The whole point of her is to do things on my terms. Besides, in case you forgot-“ You thumped your fingers against his forehead. ”- I’m a federal agent. I can’t exactly walk around my office in a bulletproof body suit.”

“Nothing bad is gonna happen to you.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one in the middle of a shit show.”

“He won’t hurt you.”

“Stop acting like you know him! You don’t!”

“Why are you acting like you care about him? You didn’t want anything to do with me when you said I betrayed you back in that alley. But he chooses to work for Fisk and you don’t care?”

“He’s gonna see this as a betrayal.” You gestured wildly towards the apartment below you. “It makes me look like the untrustworthy one.”

“Since when do you care what others think of you?” He scoffed lightly.

“Matthew, you are not listening to me.” You spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. “That man will not hesitate if he gets a chance to kill me.”

“He won’t.” He shook his head firmly.

“Yeah, cause you’ll be there to protect me, right?” You mocked. “You can’t even come to the goddamn apartment. You expect me to believe that you’ll be around now?”

He sighed and nodded in resignation. “Are you gonna hold that against me forever?”

“Are you gonna give me a reason to believe you? C’mon, I mean… You act like you love me and then you ask if I ever manipulated you.”

Your implant pinging caught your attention so you stepped away from Matt to answer it.

“You need to find Ray.” You said over your shoulder as you put distance between you two.

“Yeah?” You said simply, hearing the shuffle of Matt’s boots as he left.

“Have you talked to Karen?” Foggy asked on the other end.

“Not since the questioning. Why?”

“I invited her to this thing and she said she’d come but she hasn’t shown up. I’m a little worried. Did you know she lost her job?”

“Ellison fired her?”

“Cause she wouldn’t give up his real name.”

“Shit.” You sighed, though you appreciated the loyalty. “Uh, yeah. I can track her phone, hang on.”

“You can do that?”

“Yeah, I’ve saved all of your numbers to a program that can locate your phones by SIM card. Back when we thought Matt was just a dumbass, I wanted to make sure he didn’t fall in down a manhole whenever he didn’t answer the phone.” You explained while you slid your finger across the mask. You held it in place with the other hand while you looked around the city. “Okay, I found her. Looks like she’s just driving around. I’ve gotta get back to work so I’ll text you if I get a hold of her.”

“Thanks, Y/N/N.”

“It’s what I do.” You shrugged and tapped the implant off.

You snuck off the roof and to your car, parked at the empty structure a few blocks over. You changed back into work clothes and headed to the Presidential. You got to the media room and took a seat at the monitors, 

though your mind was still buzzing.

You wondered how long it would take until Dex opened his mouth. Would he tell Fisk and let the big man try to play you? Would he go after you the way he went after Jasper? Or would he sit in silence? Let you drive yourself mad with the possibility that he could out you at any second. That he could make you the fugitive instead of him. You didn’t like the leverage he had over you and you needed a way to take it away.

You needed to get the advantage. And what better way to do that than to put yourself in a position above him to boot him out.

When you finally managed to focus on work, you realized who Fisk was talking to.

“Hey.” You waved one of the other agents down without taking your eyes off the screen. “Who let her in?”

“Page?” The agent asked and you nodded. “His lawyers okay’d it. She said she’s writing a story about his mother. Who gives a shit?”

“Are you guys stupid?” You urged. “She worked at the firm that got him locked up. Why would you let her in?”

“Lawyers said it was fine.” One of them shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like we can go in with her.. We got the cameras on so she’ll be fine. Didn’t that firm shut down anyway?”

Either your colleagues were complete idiots or they were absolutely clueless.

You disguised the use of your implant as a scratch to your head, tuning into their conversation as you watched it unfold on the screens in front of you. You heard what she said as she leaned in close and your hand tightened into a fist. She was egging Fisk on by claiming to have killed Wesley. She wanted Fisk to put hands on her, but you knew that for Wesley, he’d kill her.

“Come with me.” You stood quickly and gestured to both agents. “Now!”

“What?” One of them asked, though he stood.

“Why?” The other said and followed suit. As you were stepping into the hall, you ran into Foggy.

“You’ve gotta get her out of there.” Foggy said and you nodded, hurrying past him. There was a hushed conversation between the men behind you but you ignored it.

You kicked the door open and raised your gun, pointing it at Fisk. You yelled for him to get back, to keep hands where you could see them and to get away from her. Your coworker escorted Karen out but you stayed to make sure Fisk didn’t try anything while you guided him to his room with a gun at his back.

“Did you know?” He asked tightly and you knew what he meant.

“I know she was lying.” You answered quietly. “And I know the truth. I’ve always known.”

“And you hid it from me?”

“I thought you would’ve been perceptive enough to put it together on your own. The burn on his chest… was an electrical burn. The bullets were just an extra.” You said with a small smile.

“You?” He turned with a sneer, taking a step closer.

“Careful.” You said confidently as you put your gun away, flaunting that you were untouchable at that moment as you lifted a finger in the general direction of one of the cameras. “You’re gonna need me if you wanna keep your newest toy. You didn’t need me to break him because you were already plotting to take everything from him. Imagine how he’ll react once he knows.”

His brows furrowed as you backed away.

“Maybe you’ve gone too far… I’d love to test that theory. This is gonna be fun.” You smiled and his eyes went wide for a moment when he realized.

You hopped down the steps and back out, finding your friends in the hall. The doors closed behind you and the agents posted tried to talk to you, to apologize and ask how you knew something was wrong, but you ignored them.

“Page.” You called and she rolled her eyes before looking at you. “Are you insane? I mean, honestly, have you lost it?”

“I had him.” She said angrily before turning to the elevator. “And you ruined it. You both ruined it.”

“Ruined it?” You laughed. “I just saved your ass. He would’ve killed you. Are you really that desperate?”

“At least it would’ve been on video.”

“Goddammit, Karen. Don’t turn into Matt on me.” Foggy said with a small stomp.

“Hey.” You reached foward and grabbed her arm to spin her so she would face you fully. “You really wanna try and get yourself killed? Because guess what, if you weren’t on his shit list before, you are now. I can’t protect everyone when you’re all running off in different directions like toddlers.”

“Then don’t.” She snapped. “And I didn’t want him to kill me.. Just to come after me.”

“Yeah, that’s so much better.” Foggy rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well I got the idea from you. Talking about getting Tower worked up. I thought I just had to get him to stop thinking, to react emotionally.”

“Last time he did that, he decapitated one of the Russian brothers with an SUV door.” You said simply. “You think he wouldn’t have done something like that to you?”

“It’s not a bad plan, except for the part where you have to hope the FBI comes in before he beats you to death.”

“Let’s be honest. If I wasn’t here, those ball scratchers wouldn’t have gotten in there in time. Half the people here don’t want to be here so they don’t give a shit.”

“Doesn’t matter now, does it?” She snapped and pushed into the elevator.

“Neither does you throwing that name around.” You said quickly.

“What?”

“He knows it was me. Probably won’t save you from retaliation but it can keep him on me a little longer.”

“Why would you-“ Foggy tried but the door shut before his sentence could finish.

Later that night, you were sitting in the media room at the closing hour of your shift. You were waiting for one of the others to come take over when you felt it, so saturated it almost knocked you out of your chair. It was a burst of rage, white hot and pulsing. You felt it seer through you, hotter than anything you felt from yourself or Matt. It was like it had been brewing for a long time, building and burning and festering until it broke its way out.

And it was coming from a few floors below. It was coming from Dex.

Your apparent betrayal broke him and you weren’t completely sure it was a good thing.

Meanwhile, back in his secluded underground part of the church, Matt was looking for something else to think of. All his mind kept coming back to, other than letting Dex get away, was her. He could understand why she didn’t want to believe her partner was working for Fisk. He believed that she did what she could to keep him away, but she was right. She couldn’t control everyone all the time so it wasn’t fair for Matt to throw that at her. And Fisk was smart. He had to have known Y/N was trying to keep Dex away from him. So he found ways to break him that not even Y/N could stop. Things Y/N probably didn’t

even know about, not until it was done.

He was listening to the tape with Maggie when his mind finally let her go, just for a minute.

“He didn’t have any parents. Spent a lot of time fighting. Angry.” He said simply, just stating what he had learned, when Maggie hummed in response. “Go ahead and say it.”

“I promised to keep my mouth shut.” She answered.

“But you wanna say it sounds familiar.”

“More ways than one.”

“I didn’t have anyone either but I’m nothing like him.” Matt shook his head. “The tapes make it sound like he was a killer at a young age.”

“That bit sounds familiar, too.” Maggie said to herself, but they both knew Matt would hear it.

Was that why Y/N protected him? She saw herself in him?

“Y/N’s nothing like this guy, okay?” He decided. “She actually cares about people and has a heart. The guy’s a psychopath… And I had a chance today. A shot to catch him off guard and I blew it.”

“You did what you thought was right. You kept your word to Agent Nadeem.”

“Yeah. And how many people are gonna die because of it? Not to mention that he knows about Y/N. Now she’s in the middle of it and either has to go along with this or go on the run. He could throw her under the bus, same way Fisk did to me, just to save his own ass. He doesn’t care about her.”

“Do you think Y/N can keep herself alive? Or does she need you to be her knight in shining armor all the time?”

“I just want her to be safe. After everything I’ve done, I owe her that.”

“I think you owe her more than that.”

He sighed heavily and nodded. He knew he couldn’t run from her questions forever. It wasn’t fair to leave her so deep in the dark. And it was killing him all the same.

“She’s gonna get herself killed trying to save this guy.” Matt spoke with a certain bitterness. Bitter towards Y/N’s sudden adherence to morals that he once claimed, towards her sudden belief that people could change.

It made him wonder what had changed so drastically in the time he was gone that she would stand so adamantly in a losing fight.

“You said this man is her partner at the FBI?” Maggie changed the subject.

Matt reluctantly nodded. He hated the idea that she would have to go back and be around him, to essentially be at his mercy. At the same time he knew if there was one person in Hell’s Kitchen that wasn’t helpless, it was Y/N.

“Then she knows his tendencies better than you do. She’s a very strong, very smart girl. I’m sure she’s endured worse so she can take care of herself until you two have a plan.”

“I don’t think she wants to do this with me anymore.”

“This?” She gestured to Matt. “Or this?” She tapped her chest where her heart was.

“Both.”

“Just give her time, Matthew. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, like you hung the stars. That’s not something that can be thrown away. You both will always be there for the other when they call.”

She left after that, allowing Matt to punch his pain away. He was angry. At himself, at Dex, at Fisk. He even wanted to be angry at Y/N, but all she had done was refuse to leave him. How could he be angry at that? As he worked on the punching bag he could hear Sister Maggie’s prayer in the church above. He was listening but also not, using it as a sort of background noise. It wasn’t until the end that it mattered.

“Our son is too much like you, Jack.”

Our son … Jack.

“Mom?” Matt muttered as he fell to his knees.

He was in complete disbelief but suddenly, it all made sense. That’s why she made sure he was okay. That’s why she made sure he had a place to stay. That’s why she refused to give up on him. He didn’t know what to do, what to think.

But he knew his heart was calling for Y/N, in a way only she would know. In a way that he wasn’t sure he deserved anymore.

You couldn’t call him. You doubted the man had a phone anymore. You had just gotten home when you felt that crushing feeling, that world shattering uncertainty. It made you dizzy when you walked through the door and you nearly fell to the floor.

You made it to your couch and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be absorbed by that heavy feeling. You pushed back, following that line back to Matt. You were hoping he wouldn’t ignore you. You were hoping he would understand, but with the intensity he was putting out, you didn’t know what would get through to him.

Come home, Matt. Let me help you.

Damn it all if you didn’t forget that you were angry when he really needed you.

You fell asleep on the couch waiting for a response. You waited for a change in feeling or to feel it growing closer. You waited to hear him calling your name or touch your shoulder. You waited for the door or some sign that he was there. You didn’t know how late it was when he finally showed up.

He sat beside you on the couch and gave your leg a gentle shake, but you still jumped up in a hurry. Unsure if it was Matt or Dex or someone else to kill you, your hands raised reflexively into fists while your eyes tried to adjust to the neon shining in. Matt chuckled and put his hands over yours, gently pushing them down and assuring you it was just him.

“Matt.” You sighed and relaxed next to him. “What happened?”

“Sister Maggie, she was upstairs praying.” He said carefully, but you could tell there was a waver in his voice, threatening to break. “She was asking my dad for guidance and said ‘our son’.”

“Talking about you?”

“Why else would she talk to him?”

“Took a while for you to get here… Where’d you go?”

“Father Lantom.”

“Was it any help?”

“No.”

“How can I help? Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know.” He nearly whispered. “It was right there, the whole time. Y/N, everything could’ve been different.”

“Yeah, but then who knows if it would’ve been good or bad different.” You tried gently. You reached forward carefully to remove the familiar glasses and he didn’t stop you. Instead, he gave you a small smile and turned his head towards you. “Maybe we don’t meet. Maybe I end up with a different vigilante boyfriend. Maybe you end up as a priest, too. Who knows what would’ve changed?”

“I could’ve had my mom.” He spoke softly.

“I know.” You nodded and gently ran fingers through the sides of his hair. “Did I ever tell you about my dad?”

“I thought you didn’t know him.” He shifted his body towards you.

“I don’t, but I did meet him once, before I met you.” Your hand fell to his shoulder. “My aunt, Melina, would talk about them when I was a kid. I looked up their names when I got out, found some leads and kept tugging strings till I found him living in a small town in California. He had a new wife and a son… I remember when I left him, I kept thinking that I could’ve had a brother. I could’ve had siblings and a real family if he was willing to run just a little while longer.”

“What happened when you met him?”

“He said my mother was dead and so was her daughter, Alexa. He was talking about me.”

“Your name is Alexa?”

“To my parents, yes. Once I wasn’t theirs, that little girl did die and Y/N was born, which is fine. Alexa’s someone else completely as far as I care. Listen, my point is that I could’ve had a different life, too. But you can’t sit here and think about ‘what if’. What if I was never in the Red Room or if I never got out? What if I never came to Hell’s Kitchen? What if I never went to Columbia?”

“So you think I shouldn’t do anything?”

“I think you shouldn’t let it change too much now. I know you want to figure things out, but I’m sure she was just young and scared. People don’t always do the smartest thing when they’re scared.”

“You ever make a bad decision cause you were scared?”

“Leaving you the first time.” You confessed, though that event felt so far away given everything that had happened since. “I didn’t want to scare you and Foggy away with the truth so I left. I left you alone, Matt, and I never wanted to.”

“I left you too so I’d say we’re even.” He offered a small smile and you chuckled. “But I never wanna leave you again.”

“So don’t.” You offered, leaning your head against the back of the couch. “When I look at my life, and all of my crimes, you’re the only thing that I think I got right… I want you to stay, at least for tonight, but I won’t make you.”

“All my regrets, things that you can’t forget.. You still want me with all of those?”

“I can’t really give you away.” You shrugged slightly. “I already made that mistake a long time ago…”

“I want us to be okay, sweetheart.” He reached out and out a hand on your folded leg, thumb rubbing gentle lines.

“We can figure it out later. Right now, you’re in a crisis.”

He offered a weak smile as he nodded.

“I’m not saying to forgive Maggie, but I’d say hear her out, when you’re ready. Maybe she had her reasons.”

“What if she didn’t? What if she was just… ashamed?”

“Who would be ashamed of you?” Your fingers danced around on his shoulder, skimming across the crook of his neck. “You took off the crucifix? I liked it.”

“It was my mother’s.”

“Ah.” You nodded.

“I thought you hated me after what happened at Midland Circle”

“Yeah, I kinda did. But I also understand that it was your stupid way of protecting me because you loved me and I loved you, so that ended up beating out any other feeling. I haven’t forgiven you for it yet, though.”

“Clearly.” He gave a small chuckle. “Do you still?”

“Love you? Or hate you?”

“Both.”

“Yeah, to both. I’m still hurt by what you said to me. But I’m guessing you being here means you realized you can trust me?”

“Sweetheart, I always have.” His hand came to your cheek and you leaned into his touch, earning a smile from him. “I’m sorry I acted like I didn’t.”

“Maybe there’s still a chance to fix us when all this dies down.” You smiled softly, turning your head to place a kiss to his palm. “After that, you can fix things with Maggie. When you’re ready.”

“I love you.” He said softly.

“I love you, too.”

That night, wrapped in Matt’s arms, you had the first full night’s sleep since Midland Circle.

The next morning, you were getting ready for work when you got a message from Dex. It said that he was picking you up and you knew it wasn’t up for debate. You told Matt what was going on and he told you to be careful. He told you he wouldn’t be there when you got home, and he wasn’t sure where he’d be, but he would let you know somehow. Despite your protests, he promised it’d be for the best.

The ride with Dex was silent. There was a thick tension in the air and your skin was buzzing with anticipation. You kept thinking of scenarios where he would make a move on you, but in close quarters, it was an easy win for you. You could crash the car and run. You could use the backseat to get away. You could kick out the windows and tuck and roll. But there was no action, hardly any words. Instead, you pulled up to Ray’s as if everything was normal.

“Ray doesn’t know.” You said simply as you got out. “He doesn’t know about her and he doesn’t know that I know about you.”

“This’ll be fun then.” He smiled before grabbing your arm and practically pulling you to the front door.

Dex greeted Seema and gave you two a proper introduction. You let him do most of the talking, only offering a polite smile and an answer when necessary. Seema didn’t seem to notice, and you were thankful for that.

“And that makes it curve?” The boy’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Like crazy.” Dex smiled.

“It’s the circle change that gets ‘em though.” You cut in, kneeling to his height and stealing his attention away from Dex. You ignored your partner’s glare and focused on the boy. “A curve is great, don’t get me wrong. But a good hitter can see it coming. The real fun is when you can speed them up with the fast ball and then sneak the change up. If you want a strikeout pitch, the circle change is what you need.”

“Can you show me?” He asked excitedly.

“Yeah, it’s super easy. The ball sits here.” You moved the back to rest at the back of his palm. “These two fingers make a circle like this.” You slid his thumb and forefinger to make a circle on the side of the ball. “And these fingers just kinda spread out.” You fanned his other three fingers. “And then you just throw it normally.”

“So… Wait, how does it slow down?”

“When it rolls off your fingers, the backspin makes it look like it’s coming faster than it is.”

“Ooh.” He laughed and looked at his fingers on the ball.

Ray came down and gave his son - Sami - a reason to leave the room. When he made eye contact with you, you gave a shrug and nodded to Dex to show it was his idea. Ray brought you and Dex outside to keep his family

out of it.

“What are you doing here, Dex? Your issue is with me, not my family.” Ray asked tightly.

“My issue is definitely with you.” Dex agreed. “That stunt with the lawyer, Ray? That was cold. You convinced me that you had my back.” He turned towards you. “You both did.”

“I did until you chose Fisk.” You admitted. “I tried to help you but you wouldn’t listen to me.”

“Well Fisk wants you two alive.”

“Lucky me.” You mumbled.

“What does he want from me? Or her?” Ray nodded to you.

“Your little friends. The ones you brought into my home.” He took a step closer to Ray and your hand shot out to his chest, pushing him back with a warning glare.

“I don’t know who he is, or where he is. I know even less about the girl.”

“Nah, you know.” Dex countered. “But it can wait. You’re bleeding, Ray.”

“Cause you shot him, jackass.” You mumbled, making Dex chuckle.

“I’ll cover with Seema while you change. Let’s go. We’re all spending the day together.”

“Why'd he bring you?” Ray asked when Dex went back inside. “What does he know?”

“Too much.” You admitted. “That I know Exodus. I know Daredevil. I know what happened at his apartment, what really happened at the Bulletin.”

“How?”

“Как ты думаешь, с кем ты разговариваешь?” You asked with a small shrug before following Dex in and leaving Ray in confusion. (Who do you think you’re talking to?)

You didn’t stay at Ray’s much longer. Seema gave you a plate to take with you and you thanked her. Sami thanked you again for the change-up and you offered to show him a knuckleball next time. Ray rushed you guys out of the house and when you got to the bureau, Dex told Ray to call Matt. You tapped your implant and listened in on their call while you waited with Dex. Though if anyone asked what was actually said, you wouldn’t be able to tell them.

“How long do you think you can keep it a secret?” He asked simply, turning to face you.

“Longer than you did. I didn’t need to see any of it to know what you were. One look told me everything I needed to know. Wanna know how?” You tilted your head back to face him. His brows raised and he offered you an amused smile. “Because you’re weak. Your old therapist was wrong about you. Your internal compass is broken, Dex. And no one can save you. You’ll follow anyone that uses the right words.”

He grabbed you by your face and pushed you against the wall behind you, making you laugh.

“Get your hand off me or I scream. Remember, not every agent in the room works for him.” You warned and you watched his eyes dart between yours and try to figure out if you were joking. “Go ahead… Try me.”

He pushed off you when Hattley came in for an announcement. You pulled off the wall and moved to stand with Ray, hearing your SAC declare Dex reinstated. You were hidden behind him so rolled your eyes and feigned a gag. But when he stepped aside to thank you and Ray specifically, you put your hands behind your back and offered a proud smile.

“Someday I��ll pay you guys back for everything you did.” He said, though you heard the threat in his words.

“We’re partners.” You said with fake sincerity and reached for his hand, which he hesitantly gave you. “You’d do the same for me.”

After a few moments of congratulations and praise for Dex, the three of you were taken to a conference room where a handful of agents sat around the table. You scoffed in disbelief as Dex headed to sit at the head, Hattley at his side. You stood at the other end, leaning

onto flattened palms against the table.

“Fisk has something on all of you?” Ray asked in disbelief.

“It’s better we don’t talk about it.” One of the other agents in the room said. He may be stuck under Fisk’s thumb, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to be. “And in here, we don’t even say his name.”

“That’s one of the rules, Ray.” Dex explained. “We only refer to him by his codename… Kingpin.”

You had to drop your eyes to hide your quiet laugh.

“Something funny, Y/L/N?” Hattley asked and you picked your head up with your smile still present.

“This whole thing, actually.” You shrugged and pushed yourself off to stand tall. “An office of dedicated federal agents falls victim to a big bald guy who doesn’t even do his own dirty work half the time? Y’know when Fisk was around the first time, people only would call him ‘their employer’ and it was embarrassing then too. I’m sorry but… it’s all a little pathetic.”

“You’re here too, Y/N. So what does that say about you?”

“Oh man.” You exaggerated a sigh. “I should’ve talked

to Madani about transferring to Homeland. At least then I could’ve had a partner who stood for something-“ You made eye contact with Dex. “-instead of kneeling to a little bit of pressure.”

“Real cocky when you’re the one with the most to lose, Y/L/N.” Dex said with a smooth smirk.

“At least I know who I am. Can you say the same?”

“Anyways.” Hattley cut in firmly. “Another round-up today. We hit them fast and hard. Kingpin wants this one to make a point.”

You felt grimy by the time the assignment was done. You hung back for most of it, hardly even raising your gun. Instead, you just kept the people around the marks calm. Even at the public groundbreaking for something seemingly religious, you ensured no one made a scene. Later that day, you sat with Dex in the media room.

“You seem tense. What’s eating at you?” Dex asked with a sly smile.

“Thinkin’ about how I’m gonna put a bullet in you.” You said calmly. “Y’know what an old friend told me? You don’t hear the ones that get you.”

“Pretty confident.” He nodded with that same smile, one that made you want to slam his face down on the desk. “But I remember the last time we went at it. I put in a knife in you. How’s that healing, by the way?” He snuck his hand to the joint of your leg and gave your leg a slight squeeze.

Your body jumped at the unwanted contact and you reached for his hand quickly. You gripped tightly, feeling the long bones of his hand shift slightly, and moved his hand forcefully. 

“And how many times did I knock you on your ass? All it takes is two seconds where Ole Red isn’t looking.” You leaned in closer so you could speak quietly, hands folded beneath the table. “You keep this up, Dex, and you’ll be the one who pays a price. Not me.”

The day shift went on relatively quickly but then you two were called for an additional night shift. Ray left with Hattley to get Fisk while you and Dex finished up upstairs. You saw a message from Foggy as you headed to the car and saw that Fisk had his hooks in his family. The deli had embellished a loan application from Red Lion Bank, and someone was threatening to pull it. It was now a growing priority for you to get your hands on Felix Manning. You had seen the man in the hotel a few times but never with enough clearance to get to him.

You drove with Ray in the front while Fisk and Dex rode in the back. You followed Dex’s directions, intentionally slamming the brakes harder than necessary. When you parked, Ray called Matt.

“If you can hear me…” You spoke quietly, putting a hand over your mouth so the men in the back wouldn’t see. “Fisk is using all of us, just be careful.”

Fisk sent Ray out while he kept you and Dex in the car.

“What do you need us to do?” Dex asked and your other hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Exodus.” Fisk said calmly and your eyes darted to the rear view mirror. “Where is your suit?”

He didn’t need to know that you were wearing your suit beneath your work clothes. You wore a sweater over it instead of a button up with simple black pants that were easy to ditch, along with your usual jacket. Your Bites, and mask were all tucked between the material of your suit and the top, blending with the extra fabric of your loose sweater. Your shoes were your usual vigilante boots. So really, the only thing you were missing were your staffs, and that was only because the pack would’ve been too bulky to hide. You had returned all of your equipment to the closet back home, knowing it’d be too risky to just leave in your trunk now that you were caught in the middle of everything.

“Parti. Et vous le serez aussi, assez tôt.” You said tightly. (Gone. And you will be too, soon enough.)

Dex reached around and locked his arm around your throat. He yanked back and forced you against the headrest, increasing the pressure on your windpipe. You coughed roughly and reached down, finding the side lever for the back of the seat. You pulled up on it and threw your weight back, hearing the thud when it slammed into Dex.

“Enough.” Fisk announced, but you jammed an elbow against Dex’s jaw to prove a point before shifting in your seat to face Fisk.

“Allow me to clarify something. I do not work for you. I’ve stood my ground before and I’m not afraid to do it again.” You said firmly, knowing the anger sparked in your eyes. “Daredevil and I will finish this, the real Daredevil. No one can save you.”

He turned towards Dex with a smirk before facing you again.

“Y’know…” You turned towards Dex with an innocently curious expression. “I haven’t seen Julie around since your little chat at the cafe. How is she?”

His brows furrowed as you tugged that concern closer to the surface. His eyes went big when he either remembered or realized something so you gave Fisk a smirk before heading inside to meet with Ray.

“The Feds want something.” The woman you took from the groundbreaking said and looked around your small group of agents.

“Not the Feds.” You sighed and drew head turns just as Fisk walked in.

You had to bite your tongue to keep your comments to yourself. You watched as Fisk tried to barter FBI protection for twenty percent. The woman was interested, and truthfully, she interested you. Calm and comfortable in her power, but willing to work with others. If you weren’t so inclined to stay on the right-ish side of the law, maybe you would’ve been like her.

What really kept your attention was the man you only heard addressed as Mr. Starr. The old man was set in his ways, refusing to budge. He refused to kneel to Fisk’s pressure and while you commended him for his conviction, you knew what was coming.

Dex’s baton came flying in before you could react and the man slumped forward against the table in a puddle

of his own blood. Dex came to stand at Fisk’s side and you moved to the other side of the now dead body, picking up the club. You flipped it in your hands, earning uncertain looks from the other crime bosses. You tapped the other end against your empty palm before stealing a move from Dex, throwing it against the table so it’d bounce. The bounce led one end to jam into Dex’s chest, making him stagger back a few steps and you smiled.

You may not be able to take him on in broad daylight, not with the handful of agents in Fisk’s pocket. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t take smaller jabs at him. After the deals were said and done, when Matt didn’t show, Dex moved across the table and stood close to you.

“If you tipped him.” He said lowly, attempting to threaten you.

You calmly titled your head back to meet his burning glare with a small shrug. “When would I have done that? You’ve been watching me the whole time.”

His jaw clenched as he stared you down, growing uncertain as you refused to falter. Your chin lifted slightly in a soft challenge as Fisk called him back.

“What a good lap dog.” You mocked softly as he followed Fisk without question.

You only followed when Ray nudged you. You ignored the lingering looks from the various criminals at the table as you left, but you couldn’t ignore their fear. It spiked when you threw the baton at Dex and it was clear that while they did fear Dex, you terrified them. And not because you were Exodus. They couldn’t know that. What scared them about you was the way you carried yourself. Your total confidence in challenging Fisk and his faux Daredevil. It left them to wonder what you could do on your own.

You realized that part of you missed the fear your presence used to cause, but the reality was that you didn’t need to be a looming force. Fear was fun when it was only you. Respect was better when others were at stake.

The car ride was quiet, but the tension was building quickly. It soon felt like your suit was suffocating you, like the high collar was digging into your throat even though you didn’t have it zipped all the way. The collar was folded under your sweater, but that didn’t mean your skin wasn’t stained with the ghost of the material. You called your jitters to your hand, creating a small collection of bouncing wisps in your palm. The silver streaks danced around and weaved through your fingers, shaking and ricocheting off your skin as you flicked them away and called them back like a yo-yo.

But when the announcement sounded in your implant, the string snapped and the wisps instantly disappeared.

Karen Page is located at the Clinton Church. Keep all NYPD units clear until otherwise advised. Copy.

You spun in your seat with wide eyes, a panic settling deep in your stomach when the SUV stopped and he sent Ray out.

Would Matt get there in time? Would you? How would you get away? Would Matt even know what was happening? Even if you were still upset, you knew you needed his help. You didn’t even know if he had heard you earlier. If he came up and saw you there, would he think you sided with Fisk out of spite?

While Fisk and Dex talked about what they needed to do next, you took a glance around the street. There was no one around, so you running out of a blacked out SUV wouldn’t raise any questions.

“He was murdered!” Fisk shouted and slammed a fist against the door,

“And I’d do it again.” You said firmly, drawing an angry glare from him and a quizzical one from Dex. “He deserved it for threatening people I cared about. When I walked out of that warehouse, his blood splattered on my suit, I damn near celebrated.”

“When I sent you to the Bulletin, it was to discredit Daredevil and his partner-“ He gestured to you before turning to face Dex again. “-and the reporter that helped make them into heroes. At the time, I didn’t know that she had assisted in his murder.”

“If there’s something you want me to do, just ask.” Dex added smoothly.

“I want you to kill Karen Page.”

Your former friend made a point to meet your eyes. “Consider it done.”

“Good luck.” You scoffed before reaching across the gap and slamming Dex’s head against the window.

You hurried out the door after that but you felt a hand on your arm. You turned to see Dex and he yanked you back, pushing you towards the other SUV. You pulled free and threw a roundhouse against his jaw that threw him into the nearest wall. He got up quickly and threw a right hook against your jaw before grabbing the back of your neck. His fingers pressed into the sides of your neck and he slammed your head against the window of the SUV. You felt the skin at your hairline split so you stuck a foot against the car and kicked off, pushing you both backwards so Dex would hit his back on a nearby dumpster.

You took the chance to climb to your feet and took off sprinting down the streets until you got to the church. You got inside just as mass was starting so you snuck up the stairs that led to the balcony. You stripped out of your work clothes and tucked them under one of the pews before fixing the final details of your suit. 

You listened to Father Lantom’s speech, thanking everyone for coming to mass. You tapped your mask and looked between the priest and the doors as the tension buzzed through your body. You felt electrified by the looming threat but the gentle, honest words from Father Lantom seemed to serve as a buffer to break some

of that buzzing. If you could count on nothing from the ideas of religion or from any church, you could always count on Father Lantom to be genuine with whoever he was talking to. You smiled softly towards the altar where Father Lantom was, and he had offered you the same sentiment, when a voice cut through everything.

“Karen Page!” Dex called out as he entered the church, dragging the club against the side of the pews as he stepped further inside. “Where is… Karen Page?”

You hopped over the railing and landed behind him. By the time your feet hit the ground, he had already beat on three patrons. You shot a wire at his throat and once it wrapped, you yanked hard to pull him back a few feet. He yanked the wire off and turned on you, both clubs in hand before Karen announced herself.

You felt your heart drop to your feet when he smirked, turning to face her. She was quick to put herself in front of the people and you felt helpless, for only a moment. 

“Hello, Karen. It’s nice to see you again.” Dex said simply.

You took that chance to get in front of him, hands quick to reach behind and find your knives. You brandished them quickly and Dex tilted his head slightly.

“You don’t have to listen to him.” You tried, pushing out a subtle desperation.

It would be the last chance. Standing against Dex, against your partner, you couldn’t protect him and defend against him at the same time. So in that church, with all the lives that hid behind you on the line, you forced Dex to make a choice.

You. Or the man who only saw Dex as a weapon.

“Pick your side.” You warned. “You won’t get another chance to change your mind.”

He gave you a wicked smile and you knew that the man you knew before was gone. His mind had snapped and he was now a fractured, broken version of the person you once called a partner. His lack of empathy had never been so clear, like a vacuum that sucked in and destroyed any sense of emotion around him. It began to drag on you as well, but Matt made it just in time.

He landed contact with Dex from behind so you turned and gathered the people who had attended mass. You pushed Karen to join the crowd while Matt handled the fight. You shoved the knife away and reached into a different pocket for your communications case, you shoved it into her hands and turned in time to see Dex standing before you. Your eyes darted to the side and all you could see behind the small altar of candles were Matt’s feet.

You turned back to Dex just time to see the knife coming. Instantly, you moved to the side to put yourself in front of the people but two hands came to your arms and threw you to the side. You looked back and saw the knife buried in Father Lantom’s chest.

“No.” You said quickly, eyes brimming with sudden tears. “No!”

Matt ran back into the fight screaming, the anger radiating off him. Lantom spoke quietly to Matt as he laid in Karen’s arms, her own hands trembling around the knife. You reached for the case you gave her, opening it and pulling one of the ear pieces. Shakily, she put it in her ear and gave you a quick nod. You tapped your scar before finding Matt. When he floored Dex, you practically ran across the short distance.

You clipped the microphone to the collar of his shirt, throwing a hard sidekick when Dex tried to get to his feet.

“Karen? Can you hear me?” You spoke quietly.

“Yeah… I can get everyone out.” She answered, her voice echoing around your skull. “But you guys have to get him away from the nave.”

You offered a sharp nod and focused back on Dex. You ran towards him and slammed your knee into his chest. He rolled through the impact and kicked himself down one of the aisles. From there, he began throwing small candles at the two of you. The wax splattered across your face as they shattered against your arms after you raised them, causing you to wince slightly as you turned your head. Keeping one arm up, you stuck your Bite between the small gap at the bend of your arm and fired. The electricity landed at the base of his throat and his movements became tight convulsions.

You took advantage and moved closer, slamming a kick to the back of his knee. When he fell to a kneel, you used the opposite foot you kicked and threw a roundhouse to the side of his head that forced him to the floor. You turned to find Matt, seeing Karen moving people on the other side instead. You heard movement from behind you and turned to see Dex standing with a piece of marble in hand.

When he pulled back to throw it, Matt came and drew his attention away. You let out a small sigh and glanced back at Karen, hearing her talking to one of the patrons about getting out.

“Make sure they stay low to the ground.” You instructed as you watched Dex and Matt exchange blows. “Keep out of his line of sight and move fast.”

When the boys came back into the main area of the church, you jumped back into the fight. Matt threw Dex into a pew so you moved to the side and grabbed hold of the edge as Dex kicked out at Matt’s chest. You threw your legs forward to slam into his chest and flip him over. Your feet landed on the seat so you crouched on the wood and waved the group of churchgoers forward after you noticed they had paused to watch the fight.

The small crowd was huddled low as they crept across the floor. You made a small noise to yourself when you thought they weren’t going fast enough but the sound was cut short when Dex yanked you down by your arm, a hand gripping aggressively around your wrist. You yelped slightly when you landed on your shoulder and Dex stood over you, rolling you to your back with his foot before he pressed it at the base of your shoulder as he searched the group. You craned your neck as you tried to force Dex off and you saw Karen running down the center aisle.

“Don’t.” You tried as his arm pulled back and he forced you back to the floor. The force of his foot combined with the way your arm was twisted was enough to pop the bone out of its socket and you couldn’t keep the sound of pain from happening.

Luckily, Matt knocked Dex off balance just in time to send his throw off course. Using your other hand, you jabbed two knuckles into a pressure point at the back of Dex’s leg and he fell against the pew. With Matt’s help, you wiggled out from underneath his weight and got to your feet.

“How are we gonna beat him?” Matt asked through heavy breaths. 

Your mind raced and the only things that kept repeating were three things you learned from Melina. She taught you those things not to help as a Widow, but to protect you. 

What I’m going to teach you isn’t for anyone but yourself. Remember these rules and no one can beat you, little Y/N.

Looking around, you realized you already used one.

“A man can’t stand, he can’t fight.” You spoke quietly, reaching out to find Matt’s hands. You guided them up to your shoulder and he moved closer, allowing you to close a fist around the material of his shirt. His fingers traced the joint before his palms found their positions and he pressed hard, a sharp exclamation falling from your lips as you felt the bone fit back into place. You bit your lip as you let out a small whimper while you heard Melina’s voice repeating those same words. With a. deep breath, you took a step away and collected yourself.

“If we can keep him off balance, we-“

Your sentence was cut short by a heavy fist at your jaw. You staggered back against the main row of pews and once your back hit the wood, you were bombarded with more hits. Your arms came up quickly, batting away his hits but every fist seemed to come heavier and heavier.

“Hey! I’m the one you want, right?” Karen yelled from the door, stealing his attention.

You took advantage of his hesitation and slammed both fists against his chest. He staggered away and coughed heavily, giving you space to stand tall and wipe the blood off your nose. 

“A man can’t breathe, he can’t fight.” You spoke to yourself and turned to Karen. You were tackled to the ground and his foot pressed down on the center of your chest.

You squirmed beneath him and Dex leaned his weight against you and you could feel the cartilage in your chest cracking. He snapped a rosary and pulled back to throw the beads. You lifted a wrist and shot a wire towards Karen’s ankle. It wrapped around your target and you yanked back to pull Karen to the floor just in time.

You popped the wire off and felt the weight disappear from your chest after Matt knocked him off. You took deep, gasping breaths while you looked back as you got to your feet and saw Karen was gone. You tapped your mask and saw her heading up the stairs to the top deck. You checked over your shoulder and saw Matt locked in with Dex. You thought of joining in but you chose to follow Karen up the steps instead. You found her crouched in the darkest corner and she covered her

mouth with her hand when she saw you.

“Oh God.” She whispered, likely horrified by the blood you were covered in.

“You okay?” You asked quietly and all she could do was nod.

You heard footsteps coming so you used your mask to see it was Dex. Instantly, you wondered where Matt was but you didn’t have time to figure it out. You stepped out and pulled a knife from the back of your belt. You made a grand gesture as you moved closer to Dex.

“Is this what you wanted?” You asked simply. “You killed an innocent man.”

“You know what I want.” He answered flatly. “Why do you keep getting in my way?”

“Because at least I’m fighting for something. What do you fight for, hmm? What do you stand for? You’re a joke. You’re pathetic. You’re nothing. When Fisk is done with you, he’ll throw you away. You’re not special to him. The only thing you’ve done is destroy what that suit used to stand for around here. You can’t compare to Daredevil.”

Dex simply growled as he charged you. You braced yourself just as his shoulder slammed into your stomach. He lifted you off the ground and slammed your back into the marble pillar in the center of the deck. You coughed roughly and flipped the knife so you could swipe it across his back. You dropped the blade and locked your fingers behind his neck. Tucking your knees against his chest, you threw yourself to the ground so when you landed, your knees slammed against him. You rolled you two so you could be on top and you kept a grip on his suit front, slamming down hit after hit and watching his head bounce off the ground.

You pulled your arm back and armed your Bite, seeing the bright red glow shine in your peripherals. You were angling the shot when his forehead slammed up into your nose and knocked your teeth together. You fell to the side and Dex pushed you the rest of the way off. A pair of hands came under your arms and hauled you up. You looked quickly and saw it was Matt.

Together, you two took your stances across from Dex. The man across from you let out an annoyed sigh and moved at you two again. He shoved you towards the railing and you teetered over it. Your hands were tightly holding the top as your upper body tilted over and your feet lifted from the ground. You had to let one hand go for a second to hook the wire from your belt around the posts.

Once that was secure, you turned to your back and pushed yourself to be seated on the wood. You focused in on the scene in front of you and found Matt on the floor and Dex with a small, familiar blade in his hand. Your blade. You were quick to shoot the other end of your wire around his neck.

When the material whipped around, you yanked him back so he stood flush against you.

“You won’t win.” He choked out as you replaced the wire with your arm around his neck.

“I don’t have to.” You said into his ear, the other hand pressing the Bite against his throat. “We just both have to lose.”

You fired the weapon and locked your ankles together around his waist. He yelled in pain before you threw yourself backwards, launching you both over the edge. Your own body slammed against the heavy wood posts as your wire held you in place, dangling you over the drop like a piñata. In any other circumstance, the display probably would’ve made you laugh.

You pulled yourself back over the railing and undid the clasp at your belt. You motioned to Karen to check on Matt while you took heavy breaths and collapsed to your knees, pressing gently on your loose sternum to figure out the extent of the cracks. She hurried over, hesitating by your side. You waved her off before hauling yourself up to peer over the edge.

As soon as your chest leaned over, all of the air was sucked out of you as the sharp object pierced your solar plex. You were breathless as your hands hovered over the penetration and Dex was gone. You looked down with shaky breaths and you saw the familiar handle sticking out.

He threw your own knife at you. Again.

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