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‘I Love You In Every Universe’

Chapter One: I Bet On Losing Dogs

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Mutant!Reader

Summary: The day you lost Matt, you lost everything. There is no moving on from what Spider-Man put you through, and you plan to execute your revenge.

Warnings: ANGST, Major Character Death, blood, suicidal thoughts, mutant!Reader, evil Peter Parker, 18+ because of darker themes, multiverse (No Way Home Era), slight AU

Word Count: 5.8k

A/n: FINALLY! This took me way too long to edit. Today, we’re setting the scene for future installments, but you’re not getting all the details, even if the first 3000 words of this are somewhat a flashback. So, if you think that there is too little dialogue for a Prologue, that’s probably why. This chapter is integral to the future installments.

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The world was silent when he died—an endless pit of nothingness, and above a sky full of stars.

You don’t remember if it was raining. The moon was hiding behind a thick cloud, and the stars were burning, but you can’t remember if you were drowning in a river of tears or if it was the sky that broke that night. Everything else about that night, you remember quite vividly.

Hell’s Kitchen had become a battleground. The city lay at your feet in shambles; Wilson Fisk had become mayor after you tried hard to stop him, and the world fell apart. But it was his second in command, Peter Parker, who gave new meaning to the word ‘notorious’. Spider-Man infested your home like a parasite, slipping through your finger like dry sand. He knew what he was doing. He and Fisk held the city in the palms of their dirty hands, slowly crushing it like mealy little ants.

When you met Matt Murdock, it was years back when things were still better, yet they were never perfect. He found you broken at the side of the road—or that was what it felt like, anyway.

From the start, you have always been different. In a world where everyone wanted to be someone, your uniqueness painted a target on your back. Your nature was misunderstood by most; they either wanted to be you, or they were vying for your inevitable downfall.

You stood out of every crowd. The target on your back remained no matter how hard you tried to turn yourself into a shrouded mystery. Eventually, you had to start running. You operated out of the dark like a criminal—a vigilante, and a mind-reader who could set the world on fire if she only tried hard enough.

For most of your life, you were hunted. Scientists wanted to run experiments on you, tie you to a gurney, and study your brain until they understood how your abilities worked. Freaks wanted to sell you for millions to equally disturbed individuals.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were merely a scared child who grew into a terrified teenager who didn’t know any better: dead parents, dead everything, and a mind built to read those of others.

Back then, your only instinct was blatant survival, so you ran. You ran fast and you ran far, an orphan so many would have rather seen dead than operating in the dark, but oh, you had to become something to feel like you were worth something.

When you landed in New York, beaten and alone with a bone-crushing fear of the future, the Devil found you, taking you home with him. He saved you. He picked up your pieces, glued you back together, and wrapped you in a protective glaze. All the heartbreak you’d endured, and the trauma you’d suffered getting there seemed worth it whenever he held you in his arms.

You were Matt Murdock’s world, and he was yours. He showed you heaven and hell; he saved you from the purgatory you pushed yourself into and got you settled with a one-way ticket to paradise. After all these years, you finally found your salvation in a person.

He was your broken Catholic boy with a heart made out of gold. The universe didn’t deserve him, and yet he gave the world everything he had. He sacrificed his soul to God and his city. He prayed, he begged, and he fought hard for what he believed right at the time.

Matt saw himself as the Devil; embodied him, too. Though in your eyes, he was an angel with an invisible halo only you could feel in every fiber of your being. His thoughts, his heart, and his soul; he gave it all to you.

You cherished him with all you could give him. It wasn’t much, but he loved you more than anyone had ever before. You were more than a mutant, more than a broken girl at the side of the road, and more than a potential test subject. With him, you finally learned what living was like—what it was supposed to feel like to be human.

The world tried to clip your wings. They took away your voice and your ability to breathe. Matt brought you back to life. He was not the love of your life; Matt Murdock was your soulmate. You lived for him. You existed for him. He was your heart, your soul, and the reason for your survival.

It wasn’t healthy, how dependent you were on him. He made you see colors you couldn’t see with anyone else. You loved him fiercely. You loved him in a way that was pure agony. And you loved him in a way that you knew would screw you up forever.

It didn’t cross your mind that you could ever lose him. To you, Matt Murdock was immortal. He was the man you could see yourself growing old with.

You got married in a small ceremony at the courthouse—it wasn’t just for love, it was also convenient, but he forever tied himself to you as you tied yourself to him with a golden wedding band—and you talked about maybe having children one day. A mini-you and a mini-him in your little farmhouse in the suburbs. For that, he would have left Hell’s Kitchen once it was safe enough to do so.

It was a foolish dream now that you think about it; you were foolish to think that happiness would ever be in the cards for you, but then he kissed you again, good morning and good night and in between, and all you could see was a sea of roses.

He walked through fire (sometimes literally) for you and came back on the other side, hardly always unscathed but always alive, and always with a smile on his chapped lips. He crawled home to you even when he was broken. He crawled home to you when he was full of adrenaline. And he crawled home to you when he thought he couldn’t or wouldn’t anymore, both mentally and physically. He knew he could always come home to you, his best friend, his lover, his confidant, and soon enough, his wife.

You stitched his wounds and kissed his scars to breathe new life into him. You brought him back from the edge. You gave him something to live for. He told you that you saved him, and hearing that after getting on your knees every night, thanking him for the same thing, did something to you. It healed you from the inside out.

You kept him alive the same way he did you. You stood strong together against your enemies every night, fighting as a team. He taught you how to fight, and you taught him how to connect. Matt didn’t know what it was like not to push someone he loved away, but you made sure he understood. He connected to himself; he connected to his past, present, and future with you, and that made him a better man.

You lost and you won, but at least you had each other to fall back on. You did it together. You did everything together. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Husband and wife. Lady Red and Daredevil.

The fragile little yet oh-so-big thing you had was raw, vulnerable, yet the most tragically beautiful love affair you could have possibly had the pleasure of calling yours. And pleasure, you had plenty. Love, you had plenty. You had everything until everything was ripped from your bare hands—until the very thing sustaining you shattered on a white cloth, spilling crimson blood everywhere, and what you swore could only be pried from your cold, dead hands slipped away in a moment in time.

You both died, in a way, but it was Matt’s body you held as he took his last breaths in the dead of a hot summer’s night. You can’t remember if it rained, but he was certainly drowning in your tears.

“He’s going to kill you,” you warned him. “Parker and Fisk are out to destroy you. If Spider-Man sees you with your guard down, he won’t hesitate.”

Matt slid his skilled fingers into his pair of leather gloves. They were worn down, but they smelled like him. You could feel the unease sizzling in the pit of your stomach—a parasite.

“I have to do this,” he told you, his voice laden. “The bastard is ruining innocent lives in my city. I can’t stand idly by and let it happen.”

You weren’t fighting, but the statement still hung deafeningly loud in the room, hanging itself from the ceiling with a noose that was threatening to take you down with it.

“He challenged you because he knows you’d do anything—”

He cut you off, “He’s underestimating me.”

You stared into his eyes. It hurt. It hurt so much. The dark cloud was heading straight for you, but he couldn’t sense it. “You almost died the last time you came face-to-face with him,” you tried again.

“So did you,” he said. “Fisk is nothing without Spider-Man behind him, and those two have done enough damage already.”

“Matt, please—”

“I have to, sweetheart. This is the only way.”

“There is always another way.”

He shook his head. “Not this time. The city is about to fall. If I let them win, there is no coming back from this. You know that.”

“At least let me come with you then,” you said. You begged him to listen, but he wouldn’t see how worried you were. “We’ve been through hell together. We can fight this war together, too.”

“No,” Matt insisted. “He will see an easy target. You mean too much to me. Spider-Man is gonna use you to get through to me. I can do this. You just have to trust me.”

“I trust you. It’s him I don’t.”

“I’m gonna talk to him, and if I have to fight him again for the whole fucking world to see, so be it.”

The words slipped you before you could stop them, cutting through the air like a sharp-edged sword. “What if you die trying?”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

“I don’t want to lose you!” you cried.

You had not cried in front of him often before that night, but your walls cracked, and you broke.

Matt cradled your face as he whispered, begging you to listen, “You won’t. I promise. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

The invisible string pulled you tighter together. Fear, anger, and desperation; he felt so many things—so many things running deeper than the ocean—but you swallowed them.

“I’m not okay with this,” you murmured.

“I know. Here–” he guided your hands to his face, “Feel me,” he said.

You remember gasping when the floodgates opened. “I always feel you.”

You stroked his delicate cheeks. He was here, home with you; why couldn’t he stay like that forever? Why did you have to let him go? Past, present, and future began to blur.

I love you. He tuned out all other thoughts so you could hear him.

He was praying. He was hoping. Only a handful of times had he felt this way. You were so tightly interlaced that you could feel all of him without even trying, but that night, you tried. That night, he tuned out all of his self-deprecating thoughts. He allowed the silence of your connection to engulf him—for the city to disappear, and he allowed you in.

I love you so much. Do you hear me? You’re everything to me. I love you.

Those three words weighed heavy like bricks on your heart.

“Remember, three knocks,” he said aloud. “Don’t open for anyone else.”

“Three knocks,” you whispered in agreement.

Three knocks like three words: I love you.

You read his mind, swallowing the words, but a big part of you wanted to spit them back out. You didn’t want to hear it. The universe was sending you a warning sign.

Matt exhaled. He cupped your hands in his. The connection deepened, the string pulled tighter, and you became one. That night was the first night you saw glimpses of the future, and you didn’t want to accept it. You were such a fool to think everything could ever be fucking alright, both for you and for this magnificent force of a man you chose to call home—because home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling, and often enough, it’s a person.

He nuzzled his nose against yours. He kissed you. Softly, gently, passionately. You kissed him like you knew it would be the last time.

“I love you,” he repeated.

The red flags waved, but you looked away. “I don’t want to say it back because you have to come back to me,” you confessed, “and this feels too much like a goodbye.”

He forced you to look at him instead. “Say it back, baby.”

“I love you,” you caved.

You shouldn’t have. You should have put up more of a fight.

I will always come back to you. Cross my heart. He crossed his heart, but he hoped too much to die. Perhaps in not saying it out loud, he thought the truth would hurt less.

You refused to believe it until time had run out. You refused to cave until it happened. And when it happened, the city, for the first time since you’d arrived there, went completely quiet.

You followed him. Of course, you did. After a few hours of pacing the floor, you followed him. He was still in your head. You heard him from across the city, his thoughts loud and clear, and you could feel his pain like an inferno lighting up the night sky.

When you arrived on that godforsaken rooftop though, you could only watch in horror as Spider-Man lifted the love of your life toward the sky. He wouldn’t accept your bargain. You offered yourself instead of him, but no; Peter Parker was not in the mood for bargaining.

He lifted Matt toward the sky, and he drilled the dagger right through his chest.

“No!” you screamed again.

Silence.

His blood ran through your fingers like quicksand, and sitting there, cradling Matt’s chest to yours as his heartbeat slowly faded into oblivion, you knew the end was near. The world could be so fucking unfair. You both died, but it was only his heart that stopped. You lost him that night, and your entire world stopped in an instant.

You liked it better when he was angry with you. When he was loud, when he was laughing, even when he was just being sarcastic. You liked him better when he was alive. He turned into a ghost in your arms, forever and all eternity, and you fell face-first into the abyss.

Maybe it was raining that night. Maybe you were being buried under the weight of your guilt and the never-ending flow of your tears.

“I can’t…” you sobbed, tracing his cold cheek as the rain fell around you. “I can’t feel you.”

His heart stopped beating, and the invisible string pulverized. You watched it as it went with the wind. Without him. Without you.

You screamed until your lungs gave out. Then, silence settled in.

The night was quiet when he died; nothing but a sky full of stars and the endless black pit of death above and below you.

The blood and his missing pulse weren’t the worst part, by far; the worst part was that you could no longer feel him, and that thought won’t ever not haunt you.

You were certain that night. When you lost him, and you screamed your heart out, praying to a God you’ve never believed in, you swore to yourself that you would avenge him.

You were going to kill Peter Parker, and nothing in this world could ever stop you from watching this miserable motherfucker bleed to death.

The bed shakes violently as you awaken. Dreams, so many dreams. Your nights are far from peaceful. They haven’t been for weeks. Months. What day is it? You don’t remember.

Nightmares follow you like hunters after a fox. Your pajamas stick to your skin, and you’re sweating even though it is spring, and spring doesn’t have hot enough temperatures for you to be sweating quite like this. When you pull the comforter away in a sudden panic, the wetness seeping into your skin, there is nothing but white. No blood, no tears, just gaping emptiness in the farmhouse.

You pant heavily, dragging your nails across your skin. Your fingernails are tinted a charcoal black. In your heart, there had once been a bright red glow—like a ruby crystal sustaining your soul. You used it to channel other people’s thoughts. You could read them, you could hear them, and you could feel them. That Ruby has gone out now though; it has turned into a black smoke threatening to overtake anything it comes in contact with.

The sun isn’t strong enough to break through the gray clouds. As you step out into the garden that stretches around your home, a gentle wind brushes through the bare branches of the dead trees. The wood is starting to splinter, turning hollow as sickness after sickness runs rampant through nature.

You trace a finger over the poison ivy that has grown over the tombstone. The green fades, turning into a rotten brown. It dries out, and it dies right before your eyes, as do the roses you have been keeping in a vase ever since you laid a finger on the last bouquet.

He liked the smell of roses, but you hated the look of it until Matt died, and suddenly, everything looked and smelled like a field of roses, reminding you of him. He was your daisy, your sunflower, setting fire to your freezing soul. He was sunshine, you were midnight rain. He liked to claim differently, but you wouldn’t let him. You may have been his sunshine, but out of the both of you, he shone the brightest.

The poison ivy dies, and if you even manage to kill a plant with the word ‘poison’ in its name, what does that say about you? What has become of you; plotting a stranger’s death and killing the nature around you as you dive into books about mind-reading and dark magic to understand who you truly are? Dark magic sounds like a story out of a piece of fiction, but it’s far from that.

You’ve known of your ability to manipulate the human mind ever since you discovered the creature hidden within you, the one who could touch another human being and see their thoughts so clearly. The one time you tried to manipulate someone, you caused them indescribably agony. You ruined their life. You broke them. You made them complicit and took all they were away from them, turning their fragile mind into ashes. That day, your fingers turned charcoal for the first time.

If you try hard enough, you can kill him—Peter Parker. He took your husband and your city, now sitting in his ivory tower, overlooking the damage he’s done. He killed everyone and everything, even Wilson Fisk. He has taken the people of Hell’s Kitchen hostage, but no one has dared to make a move just yet, not since their beloved Daredevil disappeared off the face of the earth. With him, his Lady Red went as fast as she had come.

You don’t want to fix what Spider-Man destroyed; you can’t get back what he took, nor do you want to, and the city doesn’t mean anything without Matt in it.

You have to be the monster to kill another monster, only then you can join your husband in his tomb. Didn’t you vow to stay together, even in death?

The city can burn, for all you care, but first, Peter Parker has to die.

You scratch at the dirt in the engraving of his name. Matthew Michael Murdock. 1982 — 2023. Beloved husband and hero.

You hate this. You hate that his grave is in your backyard, but this was the only place you knew his corpse would be safest. No one can touch him here, and you can talk to him, pretending you can still feel him. If you focus hard enough, you can still hear his voice in your head, telling you to move on.

How could you though? How could you abandon all you’ve been through? You can fight, you can win or lose, but nothing will ever be the same again. And it is far from worth it to stay alive when he isn’t. You’ve made your decision; whether or not you’ve come to peace with it, that’s another story entirely.

“Tonight is the night,” you murmur to the gravestone. Of course, you don’t receive an answer.

Lately, you have been swearing to yourself you wouldn’t cry anymore, that there are no more tears left to shed, but every day, you end up crying anyway. It’s an endless cycle of despair.

You wipe your cheeks, untangling the chain that holds your golden wedding band close to your chest from around your neck. Gently, you guide it to your lips and press a kiss against the ring.

“I love you,” you whisper.

For when you meet again in another life.

You dig a small hole into the dry dirt where, six feet under, Matt is resting now. He always told you he would end up in hell when he died. You were never particularly religious before you met him, and when he struggled with his faith while you were together, you believed even less in an all-merciful God. Now though, with Matt gone and the world on the verge of falling apart and crushing you under its weight as you approach the biggest challenge of your life, the thought of ending up in an eternal life of nothingness after death—the thought of there being nothing but mindless darkness, no body, soul—scares you too much. Imagining the pits of hell or paradise with the love of your life, and reuniting with him, is a prospect you would rather see when you close your eyes than a world on fire.

The necklace lands in the hole, and you cover it up. You couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of your ring before, but you won’t risk carrying it when you do what you are about to do.

Tonight, Peter Parker is going to show himself to all of New York City as the new mayor in all of his Spider-Man glory. He begged for you to come out, and he told the city he would be merciful in prosecuting you for the crimes you committed in the past alongside Daredevil. When you come out tonight though, you won’t surrender yourself. You will use the platform he is giving you and you will fight as you reveal him to Hell’s Kitchen and show the world who he is. You will tell Matt’s story, even if it’s the last thing you do.

You have been burning for him for the longest time, and the flame is about to go out with a bang.

That night, you put on the red suit Melvin made for you years ago before he lost his mind for what might be the last time. It has holes from where the moths dug their teeth into. The piece around the waist is starting to fade in color, and the leather is worn out, but it reminds you of simpler times. Better times. The black of your fingertips matches the lining of your outfit, and that’s all you need to feel the power sizzle deep within you.

You don’t have to remember the weather report because you can feel the rain soaking your skin through the fabric. The air smells salty, and it tastes the same on your cracked lips. Tonight, you will be Lady Red for the last time. Until the bitter end, you have sworn yourself. Matt did the same thing. You have to do him proud.

You make your way from that little farmhouse—your broken red castle—to the familiar streets of Hell’s Kitchen. Destruction surrounds you. The news didn’t do justice to what Peter has done to the city you once loved. But no one loved it more than Matt Murdock.

Your fists clench at your sides. Oh, you want to tear this man limb by limb and feed him to the dogs.

It starts with a low rumbling beneath your boots. You don’t pay much mind to it at first. You hide out on a rooftop across the courthouse. The spotlights are on, and he’s standing there at the podium, looking as though he is so proud of himself for ruining so many lives. You don’t usually experience joy when hurting people, but you will savor watching the life drain from Peter’s lifeless eyes.

Your hands clench around Matt’s batons. The metal is heavy but flexible. You click your nails against them. Every move needs to be meticulously calculated, but tonight, the barons will remain in the holsters on your thighs. You won’t need them. You won’t need anything but your bare hands.

You’re going back to your roots tonight.

The ground moves slightly, only a few inches. You could have missed it if you weren’t crouching to get a better look at the world below you. You catch yourself on the ledge, a frown finding its way on your face.

“What the f–” you shake your head. Since when does thunder shake the ground?

You seem to be the only one who notices, or Peter Parker is better at brainwashing his decibels than you expected. He was born to be a dictator. His presence turned your fairytale into a dystopian tragedy.

“Tonight,” he says into his microphone, “is the last chance for Lady Red to reveal herself for a lesser sentence. A new era is on the horizon. I am your mayor, and I am Spider-Man. Without me, you would be nothing. Daredevil couldn’t save you. Wilson Fisk couldn’t save you. But I can, and after tonight, we will start anew. For this is the era of real heroes as we rebuild this city from the ground up, and we turn the City of New York, including Hell’s Kitchen, into its own world. Starting with the arrest of the criminal who is Daredevil’s accomplice Lady Red. I hope for her sake she will show herself tonight. If not, we will find her, and she will suffer the full extent of the consequences of her actions. That includes the Death Penalty.”

You land gracefully, catching yourself with your hand on the asphalt. The crowd parts with a gasp, and you finally stare into his eyes.

After he drilled that dagger through Matt’s heart, he told you, “You will always be a monster, never a God.”

You deserve nothing, he thought. It has stuck with you since that night. Growing up, it was the only thing you heard. You were nothing but trash. A disgrace. A monster. What will they say when they see that you have finally become what they feared so much?

You will burn down whatever is left of the world, including him. God knows you want to.

Magic pulsates in the atmosphere like a growing spell in a small shoe box. The air vibrates, and the ground shakes again. This isn’t your doing, but the sudden charge that fills your veins as adrenaline sustains you. Your eyes glow red. This is who you were born to be.

“I heard you were looking for me,” you declare.

He doesn’t look surprised to see you. “Ah, just like clockwork,” he murmurs. “Are you going to make this hard on all of us or are you here to finally surrender yourself?”

You purse your lips, playing with the energy between your fingers. “I came to destroy you.” Each step toward him on the big marble steps feels like a mile, and the crowd starts to move further back, dispersing in an attempt to save themselves. Most of them are eager to watch though. What has he done to them?

“Destroy me?” Peter laughs, addressing the crowd again, “You see who you’ve been calling a hero all this time? This mutant? Look at her!”

All eyes are on you. They’re whispering. They’re speculating. Their thoughts overlap in disarray, and you’re drowning in a sea of judgment. They are trying to tear you down like sharks. You’re leaking blood, and God, they are angry. But it’s not you they’re angry at.

“You call me a mutant,” you say, “but wasn’t it you who was bit by a radioactive spider?”

His smile fades.

“You are Spider-Man, no?”

“You are a wannabe hero with unregulated powers,” he snaps. His voice roars through the speakers, and the mood in the crowd starts to shift.

The ground vibrates again, stronger this time. You can’t be the only one feeling the quakes, but everyone else seems unmoved. They’re too focused on both of you to notice anything else, and you should do the same. However, the energy doubles and you are closer to bursting than ever. Something is happening, and you have no control over it.

Peter sneers. “You’re a failure,” he calls your name, “just like your husband!”

You stop dead in your tracks. Your eyes darken. “If you want to enforce the death penalty on me, Parker,” you growl, “why don’t you do it yourself?”

Peter taps his chest, and his suit transforms into shades of black and spider webs. At that moment, panic erupts. People start running, but you tune them out.

The air begins to smell sour. Burnt. It is so high the pain consumes you whole. He doesn’t have to touch you to bring you to your knees, but looking up, you realize that it wasn’t Spider-Man who infused your ears with such a high frequency.

Someone is uttering a powerful spell, you can hear his voice in your head as he thinks of several names all over the place. Time passes by in a flash. Hours, days, weeks, and months. The universe falls out of control. The beeping picks up and you sink deeper into the ground.

You swear then and there that the sky starts to rip in two. The sky resembles a nasty cut on your forehead, a pair of hands ripping the cut further apart, causing the blood to pour out in rivers.

One of the cuts swallows you. With a scream, you fall through several rollercoasters passing by violet stars.

The cut is a portal; one moment, you are flying through the sky at the highest possible speed, and the next, you hit the ground hard.

It’s not raining anymore. The sun shines down on you, and the heat creeps up your skin like tiny ants. The pain finally releases, but your head is still spinning. So many feelings, so many voices, and so many thoughts threaten to overwhelm you.

Not even an LSD trip hits that bad. You lazily open your heavy eyes to find not the courthouse but the New York skyline right before you.

You look down at your shaky hands. The charcoal is gone. The power in your veins feels different, all-consuming, but in no way bad. You take a deep breath. Even the oxygen tastes different.

The world stops spinning, and you finally take a look around. A car honks, an SUV heading straight for your wobbly frame.

You’re in the middle of a road. What is it? A freeway.

Oh, shit!

You jump aside, hitting the sidewalk with a loud thud.

“Watch out, bitch!” the driver shouts out of his window.

Where once used to be the courthouse, you are met with a street in the middle of downtown Hell’s Kitchen, New York. Stores line the side of the street. Tourists, foreigners, and those who are native to the city pass by you, and their gasps and whispers sound so different from the automatic voices Peter Parker raised them to be.

“Oh, no,” you breathe out. “Oh, no, no, no!” The air is getting thinner.

“What are you thinking about, hm?” he asked into the darkness of the room.

His heartbeat aligned with yours. His calloused fingertips traced your bare skin. You were in heaven. Beautiful, sinful heaven.

His jawline appeared even sharper in the colorful lights from the billboard outside. His skin glowed white—paler than usual, even. You could stare into his eyes forever, such a beautiful hazel with hints of forest green. Perfect eyebrows, perfect lips. They bowed at the top, so kissable.

He pressed them to your bare shoulder blade, down your spine. The butterflies danced crazy in your tummy.

“You’re distracted,” he hummed again.

You chuckled, looking over your shoulder at the beautiful man in bed with you.

“Can’t help it when I’m with you,” you remember saying.

Matt offered you his signature smirk. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I quite like the view.”

“And when I do this?” He trailed another finger down your sensitive spine.

You shuddered. “That, too.”

He did it again. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“Thinking,” you said.

“About what?” he asked.

“A book I read.” You paused to turn on your back. “About the multiverse.”

It was a surprising change in subject, and he raised his eyebrows in a rather amused way. “The multiverse?”

You nodded. “We know way too little about it. There could be more of me and more of you out there, and we don’t even know it,” you told him. “The multiverse… there is a chance it could be real. And that alone is terrifying because if it opens and we’re not prepared, chaos might ensue.”

He propped himself up on his elbow next to you, listening to the calming sound of your voice. It was always his favorite thing to do.

Matt used your voice as his podcast; it was his favorite, too.

“Can we jump universes?” he wondered.

You shrugged. You didn’t know, at least not at the time. “Maybe,” you said. “But I’m not a scientist, let alone good at physics, so… let’s just go back to kissing. I’m much better at that.”

He laughed, but he did not object. At least with kissing, you both knew what you were doing. So, he brought his lips to yours, and the multiverse disappeared in a Bermuda Triangle of pleasure in your mind. Lost but not forgotten.

Maybe.

But as you sit there, sliding back against the brick wall in the closest alley, you realize that you downplayed the probability.

You were going to kill a man, but instead of blood on your hands, you are now cursed with the knowledge that the ‘maybe’ of your once-thought-silly pillow talk has always been very fucking real, and you have nowhere to run in this strange world you have fallen into that is New York City, Earth-616.

Where do you run when you can go anywhere, just not home?

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months

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Hi Clan! I haven't been around in a while the autism took me for a few months sorry. Would you do some headcanons for Miles and/or Gwen meeting a Mutant!Spider-Person reader? Like an X-Men type mutant. They never got bit but were instead born with the spider powers (including the webs) and 4 arms. Because they're a mutant they aren't really trusted as a hero by the people of their city (or the cops) but they still try their best because "If I gave up because a few people didn't like me, I wouldn't be very good at my job"

-Forgetful Anon

Gwen Stacy

While visiting Spider Society HQ for the first time, she noticed you sitting at a nearby table, having an arm-wrestling match against Ben Riley.

He insisted you used all four of your arms to "challenge" him....and yet he sulks when he ultimately loses, and you just laugh in victory before patting him on the back.

Once he leaves, you spot this new Spiderwoman and wave her over to your table, insisting on having a match.

It's just your way of breaking the ice for new Spiderpeople. You loved getting to know them and testing their strength. Winning or losing doesn't matter to you.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on ya." You tease, only to be surprised as Gwen wins with little effort, her smug grin present.

"You went a little "too" easy on me, I think."

"Haha...jeez, I guess so."

And so you both talk for a little while about different things: what she thought of Spider Society, how long she's been Spiderwoman, etc.

When she turns the questions on you, however, you're....a bit hesitant to share.

Unlike most of the Spiderpeople here, you didn't get your powers in the "traditional" sense. No spider has ever bitten you.

Seeing Gwen's curiosity, though, you eventually tell her you're actually a mutant, a human born with the X-gene that made you into a spider hybrid.

You mentioned a league of mutant superheroes in your dimension.....but you ride solo, as most Spiderpeople do, not wanting to be tied down to any specific group (ironic as you're part of Spider Society, but that's besides the point).

She imagines the people there feel pretty safe, though you shake your head. "Nah, some see us as the bigger threat just because we look like this and have all these crazy powers. I've fought aliens and wizards, but...there's some battles that you just can't punch or shoot webs at, y'know?"

Her expression changes to a slightly solemn one, nodding her head in sympathy. "You're fighting for basic respect."

"We just want fair treatment...and it's like we're asking them for the world. All I wanna do is protect my city, but it's hard when half the population hates us and thinks we brought the trouble to them."

"I can't imagine.." She frowns. "If I might ask..what keeps you going? Why bother if nobody even thanks you or sees you as a hero? What's the point?"

"......."

"...sorry, was that too deep-?"

"No, no..you're good, kid." You chuckle, feeling more relaxed. "All my life I've dealt with that stuff, and it still sometimes hurts, but if I gave up just because some people didn't like me, well...I'd be terrible at my job as a Spiderperson."

Gwen's impressed by your words, not expecting to have such a deep conversation about your "origin story" at the first meeting.

But she's glad she could talk to you, needing this distraction from the incident with her dad while she was questioning her own self-worth as Spiderwoman.

You reassure her she can come to you for advice anytime.

Miles Morales (E-1610)

You first met Miles after getting thrown into his dimension thanks to the collider explosion, taking comfort in knowing you're not the most "unusual" spiderperson around.

There's a pig and an anime girl with a psychic link to her spider, for crying out loud.

Anyways, you had faith that he could help you get back to your dimension, never doubting him unlike the other spiderpeople who firmly believed he wasn't ready for this task.

You followed him after he left May's basement to talk one-on-one, sympathizing with his struggles.

"Trust me, kid..I've been in your shoes once. I never felt like a Spiderman in my life..even now."

He stares at you in disbelief. "Really? You? But...you got all your powers at birth! I mean yeah, you weren't bitten, but....but you're already better at this than I am! I bet people really admire you-"

"I've had my fair share of doubters, Miles. All of us have, but I got it...particularly bad in my world. And not just because I'm a "masked vigilante putting myself about the law"."

He's still a bit lost, so you tell him about the unfair treatment of mutantkind in your dimension, speaking of how some people hated you so much...they sought to "cure" your X-genes.

It stings to know that they will shun you instead of seeing you as a hero, though you didn't wanna ramble on for too long and depress Miles further, seeing his frown growing.

"You say all of this, and yet...you think I can help you get back there. Why would you ever wanna go back to a world that hates you just for being yourself? For just trying to do the right thing even if everyone's telling you no?"

"Well..besides dying if I stay in this dimension--" You begin, painfully glitching for a moment as if to prove that point. "--ouch...look, I just can't abandon the people who need me. The ones who do see me as a hero. It's my duty, and...if I gave up trying to be Spiderman just because I get a few stares or snide comments...well then I'm not really Spiderman, am I?"

Miles doesn't know what to say...but he does feel incredibly inspired by your words.

He only wishes the others trusted him like you did.

Patting his shoulder, you remove your mask and smile at him. "Don't their words bring you down, kid. You got potential...they'll realize it soon enough."

#clanask #forgetful anon #marvel x reader #atsv x reader #itsv x reader #across the spider verse x reader #into the spider verse x reader #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy x reader #platonic #mutant reader #spiderman reader #headcanons

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black-dragon1998 · 8 months

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Lone Wolf chapter 11

Summary: the story continues

Author note: First I want to apologize it took so long for me to post the next chapter for lone wolf. After that, I want to thank everyone who has sent me comments and kudos for my writing. I haven’t forgotten this story, writing has just been difficult the last couple of months.

previous chapters: part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6- part 7- part 8 - part 9- part 10

“What! Gives you the right to touch my daughter!” you were livid. How dare this boy touch your daughter. Madi in general had a hard time with being touched. The only people who were allowed to touch her freely, were you, Lexa, Clarke and Anya. From time to time Indra, but that was only when Madi instigates it. So who did this piece of shit think he was for giving Madi a panic attack.

At this point, you were really starting to regret coming to the Skaikru. Would Clarke be really upset if you cut this guy's throat? Probably. Pushing aside the murderous intent you were feeling you turned toward Madi who was still protected by Dina. Madi who was still sobbing uncontrollably. You throw the sword in your hand to the side and crouch down so you are at eye level with your daughter. Dina steps away from the two of you and keeps the rest away.

When Madi spots you through tear-filled eyes, she looks you straight in the eyes but doesn’t move to get closer to you.

“hey, peanut.” You say in a voice you only reserve for your daughter. The little girl is so attuned to the sound that she is already calming down.

“Mama?”

“Yes baby, it is Mama. Are you feeling big emotions?” you knew she was but this made it easier for Madi to work through it. Madi gave you a small nod.

“is the feeling going away?” most of the time the emotions Madi was feeling would pass on their own. When Madi shook her head, you gave her a reassuring smile.

“that is okay. I am here and we are getting through this together. Can I touch you?” with speed almost too fast for a human, Madi was in your arms. She pressed her head against your chest to feel your steady heartbeat. The sound helped in calming her down.

“alright baby, can you tell me five things you see?” your voice is just about a whisper but Madi could hear you just fine.

Clarke and Lexa were wrapping up their meeting. Things had gone smoother than hoped and resulted in the two being able to meet (Y/N) and Madi for lunch. Clarke was putting away the last of the documents when one of the guards sprinted into the tent. The markings on their arms told them that they were on (Y/N) personal guard. Lexa was aware of the guards (Y/N) had put on both her and Clarke.

“Heda! Permission to speak.” The guard asked. Like all your subordinates they had discipline.

“speak soldier,” Lexa said in her heda voice.

“Heda, Wanheda, both of you are needed at the training grounds. One of the Skaikru boys tried to touch the princess. Causing her to have a panic attack and the general to lash out at the boy. Some of the females with the boy are afraid of an escalation.” The guard spoke so fast that Clarke and Lexa almost didn’t catch all of it. The moment Clarke heard Madi was involved she started walking toward the training ground, not listening to Lexa who was calling after her.

Lexa took a moment to collect herself and thanked the guard, before going after her wife-turned-mamabear. She already felled sorry for whoever stood in her way.

Clarke was at the training grounds in no time. There she saw the Gona from a circle around you, Raven, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy. Dina was standing close to you ready to react to any situation. You were cradling Madi to your chest, trying to console the sobbing toddler.

Madi didn’t seem to be injured, neither did you. Bellamy on the other hand was sporting a big red line around his neck. Steeling herself Clarke stepped forward to make her presence known. Bellamy was the first to approach her, like a kid rating out somebody to the teacher. You however stayed where you were, cuddling Madi close to your chest.

Instead of listening to Bellamy rambling Clarke made her way toward you and Madi. Laying a comforting hand on Madi’s back.

“Maid sweetheart, look who is here.” You whisper in your daughter's ear. Locking eyes with Clarke, conveying that it was a bad one. Very slowly Madi lifted her head from your shoulder and looked behind her. When she spotted her mommy, she started reaching out for her and you quickly handed her over to Clarke so she could soak in her mommy’s scent. The toddler sagged into the blond's hold immediately.

For some reason, Clarke’s and Lexa’s scents had always a calming effect on you and Madi.

“hey love, somebody told me you were cuddling with Mama. Mind if I join?” Clarke spoke in a tender tone, to not set Madi off again. That had happened in the past when she was overwhelmed too soon.

“Mama helped. Big emotions. Counted. Calmed.” Madi’s sentences were cut short, telling Clarke she hadn’t down completely.

“oh! You and Mama did the counting. Did it help?” Clarke was relieved when Madi nodded into her chest. While Clarke was talking to Madi you had positioned yourself in front of them with crossed arms and a death stare levelling Bellamy, who was trying to get closer.

“what made you feel the big emotions? Can you tell Mommy?”

“Man touched me,” Madi said burring her face back into Clarke’s chest.

“what man sweety?” Clarke Cöed as to not set her off again. without looking Madi pointed a finger toward Bellamy, who was trying to push past (Y/N). (Y/N) however, wasn’t bunching an inch. In the meantime, Raven and Octavia tried to pull Bellamy back.

“let me pass! I have to talk to Clarke.” He tried to sound intimidating, hoping you would let him pass.

“you upset my daughter, do you really think I’m just going to let you near her? No way in hell! If Clarke wants to talk to you she will come over here. Until then back off!” your voice was nothing more than a growl.

Clarke really had hoped Bellamy wasn’t involved. You already didn’t like him and this wasn’t helping. She could only hope to settle your mood before things escalated. Clarke still remembered the last time somebody touched Madi without permission. It was a warrior from Azgeda. He had quickly lost his hand and head. Then she hadn’t batted an eye at it. She hoped it didn’t turn into a brawl. You would level Bellamy with no problem, the only question was when you would stop once you started.

Clarke walked with Madi still clinging to her chest but stayed a couple of feet behind. Hoping this was enough distance for Madi. You immediately sensed Clarke come up behind you, turning partly around so you can look at her and Madi, still preventing Bellamy from getting closer. Clarke knew her next words would be hard for their friends but she had to think about her daughter and wife first. She could talk to her friends later, but first, she had to defuse the situation.

“I think all of you should return to camp until things have calmed down,” Clarke said while looking at her friends. Raven and Octavia seemed to understand, Lincoln respected the words of his kwin. They also knew that if they stayed longer and Bellamy did something stupid, they would be putting Clarke on the spot. Bellamy however started immediately pushing against you to get to Clarke.

“Clarke! Please listen to me. I didn’t mean to do this.”

“Back off!” you got into the shaggy-haired boy's face and pushed him back.

“you come here, make my daughter cry and now you dare to make demands toward our kwin. I should skin you alive for that.” This finally makes Bellamy back down with a loud gulp.

“General!” there was an edge to Clarke’s voice that told you you were getting onto thin ice. It made you back down just a little. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your wife.

“we will leave for now,” Raven said, pulling Bellamy back toward the camp. Leaving you and your family as the only ones in the training ground. The gona had scattered already, knowing nothing good came from upsetting their kwin when she was in mama-bear mode.

Lexa arrived at the exact moment the Skaikru left. You had turned around to look at Clarke. The blond looked anything but happy. Believing it to be best for you and Clarke to talk about whatever the issue was. So Lexa took Madi from Clarke's arms and retreated toward the tent.

“let’s go Madi. Mommy and Mama need to talk.”

“mad?” Madi asked.

“don’t know bug. Why don’t we go find something to eat and wait for them?”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have taken Bellamy’s head off today.” Clarke exploded the moment Madi and Lexa were gone. Now that everything had sunken in, Clarke had gotten angry with you. Her reaction made your anger surface again. why was she angry with you?

“He upset Madi. I just reacted on instinct.” You say between clenched teeth, not wanting to snap at Clarke.

“That was an over-the-top reaction. Bellamy didn’t know Madi would react like that.” Clarke counters, while stepping close to you. Like she wanted another response from you. At this point, you had a hard time not glaring at your wife.

“If it had been anybody else but that Skaikru boy we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“ you went too far. You acted like a sa…” Clarke seemed to catch herself at the last moment, but you knew what she was going to say. You had heard it often enough. The dark part in you that you had suppressed for so long reared its ugly head and you could feel your emotions freeze. Looming over Clarke you glared at her.

“say it.” A moment passed and it stayed quiet.

“say it!” the ringing of your voice surprised Clarke. She had never seen you like this.

“Savage.” The word was nothing more than a whisper but you could hear her loud and clear. Did your wife really think of you like that? You could stand for everybody else thinking you were a monster but not your family.

“maybe Clarke I am nothing more than a savage beast, pretending to be something else.” With that, you walked away and into the woods, leaving Clarke alone.

The moment you left a pang rang through Clarke. What had she done, she had never seen you so cold toward her before. When Clarke finally turned around she, you were gone.

part 12

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼

Tw: Testing on a child, mentions of war, skypeople are assholes, siblings fighting, cursing, goofy stuff, reader is an adult and is 5′11, reader’s hair and eyes turn white.

Author’s note: I know I said that the last post will be the last side quest, but I swear this one will be the last I swear, I just couldn’t help it because Storm is my favorite Xmen.

Masterlist

Your parents were scientists that worked with the RDA, what they didn’t expect was to have you and you be born on Pandora. Since you had been brought into the world, your parents had thought of making a mutant, you. They believed that in the future you’d be a good weapon for the RDA. So the tests began at an early age, since you were barely born they waited a while, until you had turned a year old. No one really questioned about you since you had been hidden in their lab the whole time. Then things began to get worse, the Skypeople began to go after the na’vi, they had decided to take their home. But of course the na’vi were going to fight for their land. After the war, most of the sky people had been sent back, including your parents. You had beed found by Max who told Jake about you, including the testing, Jake felt some what of guilt.

Seen that you only three years old, alone and you had been tested on to be as weapon, so he had taken you in with Neytiri, at first she didn’t want to but she saw that you were harmless. You were only a child that had been involed with horrible, so she decided to adopt you. Neytiri thought that taking care of a human baby was going to be hard, since it takes them a while for humans to learn, but it was just like taking care of a na’vi toddler. Neytiri had grown to love you, you were just the sweetest child she had ever met. What made her even more happy when you said your first word, which was Mama, she cried of happiness then pulled you into a hug. She was happy that you saw her as a mother, a real mother, not the one who had been testing on you.

Then Neteyam had been born, you were confused about the new born, but when you got told that he is your brother. You had told Jake and Neytiri that he didn’t look like you, but they just laughed and told you that Neteyam is your brother whether he didn’t look like you. When you got to hold him, you got a good look at him, since then you had told your parents that you will protect your brother no matter what. Later came Kiri and Lo’ak, Neteyam was one year old and you were four. You and Neteyam were happy that you had more siblings, again you had asked why they didn’t look like you, but you brushed it off when you saw that they looked exactly like Neteyam when he was a baby.

When you turned five years old, that was when your powers kicked in. You had playing with river with your family, you were running around with Neteyam and Kiri while Jake splashed water towards you. Then you had tripped over a root that had been sticking out, you scrapped your knee, it wasn’t bad but it hurt a lot. When you had began crying, this caught Jake’s attention seeing that you got hurt, but then the sky began to get cloudy and thunder was heard, your eyes had also been glowing a white color while you cried. Jake picked you up, comforting you that you were okay, you cried until you fell asleep. Causing the sky to clear again, this needed to be seen by Norm and Max, when you had taken you to the lab to get you checked up. They had checked you, you had some kind of strange mutations on your DNA caused by the testing you went through. When Jake had mentioned the cloud and thunder, that was when it was conformed that you had the ability to manipulate manipulate storms. It was obvious that this was caused by your biological parents since they had been working on making you into a weapon.

After he got back to the Hut with you, Jake had a talk with Neytiri about your new found ability, Neytiri was somewhat ready for this moment since she knew about the testing done on you. She didn’t expect for you to be able to call a storm.

Both Jake and Neytiri decided to help in any way possible, you were still growing up and you needed help now more than ever.

When you’d get mad or upset, you’d call in a storm, which involved hard rain, thunder and wind. So Neytiri began to teach you how to stay and remain calm when you were feeling a negative emotion coming in.

It was hard at first since you were a bit impatient, but you had manage to stay calm when you needed.

Then your eyes had fully turned white and your hair had also become white, no one could really explain why your hair and eyes were now white, but it was to represent the lighting that you could also manipulate.

When it would rain, you’d always be outside. You didn’t cause the rain, but you couldn’t help but love it. Your parents had often told you that you’d get a cold but you never did, you’d get a summer fever but never get sick from the rain.

Now at 12 years old, you had manage to have your powers under control. Sometimes you’d use your powers for important things, such as making it rain so that the crops and plants could grow during the summer when the rain barely came out.

Then came Tuk, the final addition to the family. Now that you were older, you now where fully aware that you have been adopted by Jake and Neytiri, at first you didn’t see it, but now you did.

At first you thought your whole life had been a lie, you felt lied to for years, but they explained everything, how your biological parents had been testing on you to create a weapon out of you.

You were a weapon, but not the weapon they were expecting. Your abilities weren’t a big of a threat as they wanted, in your parents eyes they thought that your abilities were good.

Since then you had forgotten about being adopted and such, you had been taken in by both Neytiri and Jake when they didn’t have to. You felt better knowing that you had a family that loved you.

You’d also somewhat take advantage of your abilities when it came to your siblings. When you’d play a game of tag, in order for you not be it, you’d use your wind abilities to move you to the other side to avoid gettinf tagged.

It’d piss of Neteyam the most, he’d say that it wasn’t fair since you had powers and they didn’t.

When it came to the two of you, you both would fight a lot, he’d argue that he was bigger and you’d argue that you were older. It was you who had called him a penis face, which Kiri caught on then she began to say it to Lo’ak when they’d fight.

Jake knew full well were she got it from, you got scolded for your language since Kiri had been repeating what you’d say.

Now that you were fully 18, Neytiri had tried and talk you into finding a mate, she didn’t want to peer pressure you since you were a grown adult, Neytiri just doesn’t want you being by yourself when one day her and Jake will no longer be with you. When Neteyam had heard about your mother suggesting you to find a mate, he will not allow it. He acted as if he was the older over protective brother and he began watch you like hawk. When a boy from the village would get a bit to close, Neteyam would coincidently come across the two of you and pull you away saying that you’re needed. When he’d tell you to cover up, you’d give him a ‘are you fucking dumb’ look, like seriously. Then he had the bright Idea get you human clothes from the lab and it fit you perfectly, he felt proud of himself seen you all covered up, you hated it, except for this one leather jacket that he had given you.

You didn’t wear the other clothes but for the leather jacket since you thought it looked cool, Neteyam was mad and he demanded you wear the other stuff too. You both got into a fight, arguing and yelling that he was your brother and he was protecting you, while you screamed at him that you were a grown woman and his older sister. Right before you were about hit him with a lightning bolt, youo were broken up by Neytiri and Jake, you got scolded for using your powers dumb reasons, and Neteyam got scolded for not letting you be.

When you had discovered make up, you began to practice on how to apply it on your face. Once you got better at it, you decided to use it to piss of your brother.

You began wear makeup and walk around the village, causing boys to look your way, of course Neteyam noticed this and he demanded you stop wearing it.

You refused, then he had threated to break your makeup if you continued. Boy did you want to strangle him in his sleep, as much as you love your brother, he was so annoying.

Tuk had grown interested in Makeup, so you decided to put some on her, you wanted to put some on Kiri but she wasn’t sure if the makeup is vegan or naturally made.

When Neteyam saw what you had done to Tuk, he did a whole as scene on how you’re corrupting Tuk, making you and Kiri laugh.

He tried to wash off her face but Tuk would hiss at him if Neteyam got near her with a bowl of water. He tried to snitch on you for putting makeup on Tuk, but he got told that it was nothing wrong.

One night that he slept, you, Tuk and Kiri put makeup on him, luckily he did not wake up at all.

The next morning, you and your sisters were acting suspicious, while Lo’ak couldn’t stop laughing, when Neteyam asked about it, you gave him a mirror and his face turned into one of rage.

Of course he blamed you for doing this to him, making you laugh and not admitting it was you.

Kiri had taken a picture, while Neteyam tried to take the camera away, Jake and Neytiri had come in, seen the chaos unfold, Neytiri tried so hard not laugh while Jake was trying to be serious but ended up laughing.

Neytiri took Neteyam away to wash his face. While you, Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak and Jake looked at the picture Kiri took of Neteyam.

The whole day Neteyam was glaring at you, for sure planning revenge on you for doing that to him.

Now Lo’ak wanted a make over just to see how pretty he’d be, which you, Kiri and Tuk gladly did. When Neteyam came to look for Lo’ak, he found him in makeup. Neteyam had thought you had got to him too, only to be told that he wanted it.

When Spider came by, he witness Lo’ak’s make over which made him laugh. Lo’ak had brushed it off saying that Spider was jealous he did not look as good as he did.

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 months

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With friends like you....

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve x Nat, Reader x Bruce, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 2

Y/N woke up early and went for a morning walk with Bucky, like they had every day in Wakanda. After a shower and breakfast, she tried to call Steve but he didn't answer. They went to the marketplace to look around on the way to the dressmaker to pick up their clothes for the party and had lunch.

She spent the rest of the day trying to get her hair and makeup just right while trying to push her anxiety down. She felt like something was off with Steve but she didn't know what or how to help him fix it. Or if he even wanted her help. She knew he was Captain America and had many responsibilities but she felt like she was no longer a priority to him. Bucky tried to reassure her but he didn't know Steve that well anymore and many things had changed.

When Steve still didn't answer or return her calls and didn't show up to escort her to the celebration, Y/N went on Bucky's arm. She looked beautiful in her Asgardian robes and the only thing Bucky could think of when he first saw her was how lucky Steve was.

The entire town was lit up and alive with people and music. There were multiple bonfires to stave off the cold, people singing and dancing, little plays honoring Thor, Loki and Valkyrie who saved them from Hela and groups huddled around story tellers. Y/N looked through the crowds until she finally found Steve arguing with Nat. She couldn't hear what they said and Nat left as soon as she walked up.

Steve looked angry until he saw her "Sweetheart, there you are. I've missed you" he pulled her into a hug.

She looked at him concerned "Is everything alright? You and Nat looked pretty heated"

"What? Oh Nat? That was nothing, she just left to find Bruce." He waved it off and led her to a tavern that was serving Asgardian mead and punch, getting 3 cups, 2 of the mead for him and Bucky and a cup of punch for her.

Steve held her hand as they walked around, looking at the dancers and plays. Y/N saw a group of couples dancing and wanted to dance too but was afraid to ask Steve as he still seemed a little off. While they stopped to watch the dancers she tried to imitate their steps and a soft colorful mist surrounded her.

Bucky was entranced. She was beautiful on her own but with the music and light surrounding her while she danced was mesmerizing. At least in Bucky's eyes, Steve was annoyed by her.

"Why are you doing that here? You don't know if everyone here is trustworthy and you look ridiculous, like a little kid trying to act like the adults. It's embarrassing"

Steve snapped at her.

Y/N looked at Steve with tears in her eyes "I'm so sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. It just happens when I'm happy and have music around"

He looked down at her "And now you're going to cry like a baby. Grow up, Y/N."

She sniffled and tried to rein in her tears "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful"

Steve smiled at her but it didn't reach his eyes "I know sweetheart, we just have to be careful with so many people around" he kissed her on the cheek and looked past her "I have to take care of something, I'll be back in a while. Keep Buck company." And quickly walked away.

Bucky smiled at her shyly "I like the lights and colors, they're, I mean you're beautiful. We could dance if you like"

He took her to the center of the dancers and they both tried to follow along, with some help, and the mist of light returned as she smiled and danced with Bucky. He knew he was falling for her but kept reminding himself she was Steve's girl, even if he wasn't being a good boyfriend right now.

Y/N was feeling something for Bucky as well. She could feel herself starting to fall for him but stopped herself. He was her boyfriends best friend and she loved Steve. She would never hurt him like that, even if he was kind of a jerk sometimes.

When they were worn out from dancing they started walking around and meeting all kinds of people. They met a man named Peter and his pet raccoon along with a blue woman, a green woman and a walking tree.

The tree introduced himself, at least thats what she thought he was doing when he told her "I am Groot!"

She smiled at him "I am Y/N and he is Bucky"

The raccoon was checking out Bucky's arm "How much for the arm?"

Bucky looked surprised that it spoke to him "What do you mean? You can't have my arm"

Rocket pushed "No seriously, I'll pay you for that arm"

Bucky shook his head "You're crazy. I'm not selling my arm to you."

Rocket sneered "You gotta sleep sometime."

Y/N was concerned about their disagreement so grabbed Bucky's other arm and led him away.

They ran into Bruce standing alone staring into one of the bonfires. She gently touched his arm "Hey Bruce. Are you ok? I thought you'd be catching up on time with Nat"

Bruce shook himself out of his daze and looked at her, he smiled "Hi Y/N. I've been spending time with Nat since last night. She had something to talk to Steve about. Those two never seem to be able to take a break from Avenger business."

She nodded "They always seem to have business to handle. Steve went off awhile ago so I've just been keeping Bucky company."

Thor came up to them "Ah, Lady Y/N. You look lovely, like a goddess of Asgard but where is your captain? How could he leave you looking like that"

She giggled "Thank you Thor. I love these robes so beautiful and comfortable. It even has pockets.

Steve is off working on Avenger business with Nat or Tony or something. I don't know, he's always busy.

Bucky and I are enjoying the celebration. You Asgardians sure know how to party"

Thor laughed "You've not seen anything yet my lady. If you see your captain please tell him I'm looking for him."

"Of course"

They spent hours walking around, eating, drinking and dancing. They watched a play about Hela destroying Asgard, ate a local dessert with meringue and vanilla layered cake that had a name she couldn't pronounce.

When midnight passed Y/N started getting tired from all the activity. She turned to Bucky "I'm getting tired. Maybe we should find Steve before I go to bed."

Bucky's face fell, he was having such a wonderful time with her. The light aura that she made without even thinking was so soothing to him, her scent and laugh calmed him, he didn't want the night to end. Bucky knew it was wrong to think about Steve's girl like that but Steve wasn't even here appreciating what he had.

Bucky was annoyed at how Steve had reprimanded her for her lights and treated her like a child. He didn't think it was right but it wasn't his place to say anything.

"Of course doll, it's getting late. Let's go find that punk"

They headed towards the buildings where everyone was sleeping, looking all over for Steve. They found Bruce, who was looking for Nat and searched together.

As they reached the buildings they stopped to decide where to look next and Bucky heard moaning, like someone was in pain.

"Stop! I hear something like someone is hurt."

Y/N stopped and focused, she could hear it too. "I hope it's nothing serious"

They followed the sound, hoping to help whoever was hurt when they heard a shout "Fuck! Captain, more, harder! m'so close."

"Yeah, Widow? That pretty pussy gonna cum all over my fat cock? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Are you my dirty cumslut? Say it, bitch!"

"Yes Steve! Fuck sorry, yes Captain fill my whore cunt. I'm your dirty cumslut! I need your cum! Please! YES!Fuck!! Aaahhhhhhh!"

"That's right you nasty whore! She'll never be as good as you. I don't care about her or him or anyone else, I'm not giving this pussy up for anything. I'll never stop fucking you."

Y/N felt her eyes filling with tears. She looked at Bucky "Is that? No, it can't be. Steve wouldn't-"

She was interrupted by a growl next to her and turned to look at Bruce, seeing bits of green around his face.

He roared "Natasha? What did you do?"

Bucky looked at them, panicked "How do we prevent a scene?"

Y/N wiped her tears and looked at Bruce again "Bruce? It's ok. Please stay calm"

Bruce looked at her with anger and tears in his eyes "Stay calm? How can I stay calm" as his clothes started to rip.

Y/N started to sing. A lullabye that she didn't even remember knowing but the words just came out, as did a gentle kaleidoscope of colors around her. Her voice started out tremulous but became stronger as she remembered the song. She took Bruce's hands and looked in his eyes.

It worked, Bruce calmed down until the two of them were on the ground, holding each other and crying.

Bucky went into the building to give Steve a piece of his mind. He saw Nat getting up to fix her clothes and Steve putting himself away. He looked up "Hey Buck. What's up?"

Bucky growled "Are you kidding me? What's up? How about you're fucking Nat while I'm keeping your girlfriend entertained"

Steve shook his head "It's no big deal. Just sex."

Bucky hit him in the face and knocked him down. "Seriously? You know she heard. Her and Bruce are outside crying on each other's shoulders. How could you do this to her?"

Steve stood up and wiped himself off. "It's fine. I'll just talk to her." And went outside.

Y/N and Bruce had calmed their tears and there was quite a crowd built up. Bruce helped her up and hugged her.

Steve strode up to them. "Alright Banner, hands off my girl" and tried to pull her away.

Y/N jerked away from him "Don't touch me after you just fucked her"

"Language sweetheart" he reprimanded

She glared at him "Are you fucking kidding me? You were having sex with another woman and you're gonna talk about my language. What about your language with her?"

Steve laughed it off "That was heat of the moment sweetheart."

"How could you do this to me? And to Bruce? You said you loved me"

"I do love you but you're not ready for sex and I have needs. It's just sex, just a release. I don't love her." He tried to explain.

"But you spend every spare minute with her" She was shaking with rage and her beautiful light mist turned ugly, with harsh colors.

"How long?"

"I told you it doesn't matter. It doesn't mean anything."

The colors turned darker "HOW LONG! Tell me how long this has been going on!"

Steve sighed "Since before I met you. Nat and I have always used each other for stress relief. That's all it is. You're making a scene for nothing. Stop those lights, you're drawing attention."

"Fuck you, Steve! Some golden boy you are. I wonder what your fans would think of how you use people and lie. I can't believe I ever thought I loved you."

She paused, breathing heavily until something occurred to her "That's why you sent me to be with Bucky, isn't it? To get me out of the way so you could be with her? Isn't it?"

Steve looked down and his lack of response told him everything she needed to know.

"Why even court me when you had her? Was it some kind of game? Did you have a bet on when I would put out? Did you cuddle and laugh about the stupid mutant girl and how you fooled her into believing you loved her?" She ranted.

Steve looked up "But sweetheart, I do lo-"

She interrupted "Don't you dare say that. You've spent more time away from me, constantly coming up with excuses for why you couldn't see me. Most of the time we do spend together you act like you're embarrassed of me and what I am. I guess I was easier to control than she was"

She turned to Nat "I thought you were my friend, Romanoff. Like sisters, remember? You helped push us together and you've been fucking him behind my back all this time? Some friend you are"

Nat opened her mouth to speak but Y/N held her hand up. "There's nothing you can say or do that would make this any better. I can't believe I ever trusted you." She looked at Steve "I hope you both enjoyed playing the stupid mutant girl that Strucker destroyed." And ran away crying.

Nat tried to get to Bruce but he pushed her away "Leave me alone Natasha. I don't want Steve's leftovers, you're too damaged." Nat just stood there , her eyes filling up with tears, watching him walk away in the same direction as Y/N.

Bucky wanted to kick Steves ass but decided that could wait "We're not done here" he spat at him "but I'm more concerned about Y/N right now" and bolted after her and Bruce.

Y/N ran until her lungs ached and then just dropped to the ground and cried. When Steve and Nat saved her she thought they must be angels. She had lived in Struckers cell longer than she had lived out of it and had resigned herself to a life in chains. Then she saw those blue eyes and he saved her, took her in and started helping repair the damage that had been done. He helped her believe she could have a real life, love and family but it was all a lie.

Chapter 3

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #mutant reader

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Clipped Wings

Namor x mutant male reader

Part 1

This is based off an idea I had a while back that you can read here. I still am not completely sure where I’m going story wise with this, but ill just take it as it comes. This also wont completely follow the plot of the movie.

I know very little about Aztec culture and I’ll be using a translator I found on google for any Yucatec Mayan.

Reader is the same species(?) as Namor, aka has the same powers and whatnot, though I took some liberties and did some extra for the reader since I like powerful reader fics haha.

Let me know what you guys think about this

Taglist (I don’t normally do this but since you asked): @violet-19999 and @bonnapple

(Y/N) tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his truck, the car taking him across the less used pathways of the countryside as he approached the location given in his contract. As the location grew closer and closer, he saw what looked like Wakandan warriors, the Dora, if he remembered correctly. Parking his car (Y/N) took in the sight of the armoured women, his knowledgeable sight running over them for weaknesses and weapons. He could tell they were tense and uncomfortable with him being there, but whatever they had hired him to kill must have scared them enough to put up with an outsider for now.

(Y/N) were a mutant, a weapon if asking his past handlers, and the only good he could ever do was kill. He adjusted the straps in his black armour, subconsciously running his telepathy over his many hidden weapons to make sure they were in the right spots. Finally, he pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the car door, slowly stepping out of the vehicle, his heavy boots crunching across the road under him.

Making his way over (Y/N) could feel the Dora scanning him up and down like he had scanned them earlier, their eyes lingering areas it was obvious he had weapons, but strangely enough they also seemed quite focused on his sharp ears and the earrings embedded in them. They were rhombus shaped made of jade, a gift from his father and one of the last things he’s got left from the man. They were beautifully carved with different patterns from (Y/N)s ancestor’s culture, and his father claimed they had been passed down for generations.

They were larger than the usual earrings you would see on a man in America, which at times gained (Y/N) less than positive attention, with him caring little about the worlds gender standards. Mix the earrings with the fact that the man wore more jewellery on his days off, well, people weren’t typically happy with his appearance. He had gotten the love for jewellery from his late parents, as they had typically worn things of jade, gold, and moonstone. It had left an impression in the young boy at the time, and it brought a level of comfort to the man.

Finally, one of the Dora stepped forwards and introduced herself, and explained how they would be bringing him into Wakanda and to their leader Princess Shuri. (Y/N) nodded, introducing himself before letting the Dora take him with them in their vehicle and soon, they were on their way.

The vehicle was silent as they made their way through the environment, and though he kept his face emotionless (Y/N) couldn’t help but be interested in the world that passed by through the windows. As they drove, they followed a river, the mutants lip twitching as he felt the familiar call of the water. It was something he had always felt, the song of the ocean and any large body of water. His parents had explained that their ancestors came from the ocean, and that was why it was so drawing to them.

When he was young and still had his wings, (Y/N) had regularly ran into the ocean from their tiny home by the beach. He had flown into the air, the tiny wings on his ankles lifting him high up into the sky before he had let go, letting himself fall until he hit the water with a loud splash. They had lived far away from civilization, (Y/N)s mutant status driving his parents to hide in the knowledge that their son would be taken if the wrong people learned of his existence.

But they could only have stayed hidden for so long, and one day after (Y/N) returned from the ocean like he did every day, he saw the tiny home the family of three had lived in back then. It was destroyed, the door kicked off its hinges and people in suits and military gear were surrounding the place. The young boy has entered the home in secret, hoping to see his parents and ask what was going on.

In the end he did see his parents, their dead bodies splayed out in the hallway near his room. The boy had only had time to crouch by their bullet filled bodies and notice how his parents were clutching something, the very earrings he was holding, and a bracelet made of a plant-based string and carved stone beads. He knew deep down his parents wanted him to take the jewellery, so he had, and just as he had put them on the people form outside saw him.

(Y/N) scrunched up his face at the memory, doing his best to wave off the thoughts of his parents broken bodies, the many years of torture disguised as training and how he had never been able to return to the place he grew up knowing there would be nothing left. His brow twitched as he felt a phantom pain on both sides of his ankles, where he had once had a pair of fluffy white wings, the wings those handlers had cut off more than once.

He could still remember screaming in pain as he was held down by other mutants, some who were more powerful than his child self, as the doctors cut through the bone of his wings. They had grown back, more than once, and every time they had been chopped off the same way, and one day they simply stopped regrowing. (Y/N) had been miserable at losing his flight, and that was when he learned of his telekinesis, but he wasn’t the only one to learn of it as his handlers realised, he had more powers than they first thought. He learned to fly once more, but the extra training had been hell on earth.

After a long ride filled with mostly silence (Y/N) could see a city approaching, and a tall building he learned was where they were headed to meet the princess and her advisors. As the vehicle came to a stop and their group stepped out, (Y/N) could feel the gaze of the people around them as he stepped forth. He kept his face neutral as he grimaced internally, knowing that reacting to the attention would be useless.

The mutant could tell the Dora and other warriors were used to being feared or respected by outsiders, if they’d ever met any, so (Y/N)s cold reaction and emotionless face seemed to put some of them on edge. They all seemed very displeased at the fact that the gun-for-hire hadn’t been ordered to remove any of his weapons. He folded his hands behind his back and stood straight, not letting any of his questions or curiosity show as he followed the Dora towards the throne room.

The air was tense as the doors opened and the man stepped into the room, the heavy attention of the important people in the room falling upon him. If it had been any other time he might have marvelled at the beauty of the room, but now he was here to be paid and kill whatever needed killing. On the throne sat Princess Shuri, her body tense but not in fear of the mutant in front of her, more in the way that she had too much weight on her shoulders.

As he came to the middle of the room he stopped, keeping his arms folded behind his back as he gave a half bow in greeting. “Hello, I am (Y/N). They call me Leviathan.” Was his short introduction, pulling himself back into his upright stance, his eyes locked with the young woman who seemed to go from cautious to somewhat intrigued as she watched the man in front of her. (Y/N) could feel some disapproval from the people around him at his casual regard to being in front of a royal, but he could care less at this point.

“I’m princess Shuri, but you can just call me Shuri” the princess said, waving off the comments made by the advisors as they voiced their disagreement at an outsider referring to her by just her name. “I’m sure you’re curious why you were asked to come here, to Wakanda of all places. We are in a situation where we need the help of someone with your abilities and experience” she continued, looking at the mutant with a serious expression that seemed to match the situation if the expressions of the people around the room was anything to go off of.

“I mean. Telekinesis, flight, super strength, super speed, regeneration, breathing underwater, controlling water and sea life.” She said holding up a finger for each ability she mentioned, it really made it obvious just how young she was to the man, it almost made him feel sad at the knowledge that this young lady had lost her entire family and now had to lead such a large group of people.

“That sounds about right, yes” (Y/N) nodded in response, waiting for her to tell him exactly why he of all people were needed for this case. He had taken many jobs that involved the ocean before or battle in the air, but he couldn’t think of a reason bad enough that Wakanda would bring in an unknown mutant to work for them.

Silence filled the room for a short while unless Shuri finally spoke, explaining the situation of Wakanda to the man. His brows climbed up his brow more and more as she explained about Namor, Talokan and how the man had killed her mother and flooded her city, and had given them a short while to get ready for battle. When it was explained they moved through the ocean and Namors powers that they knew it, it felt almost humorous how similar (Y/N) was to the man, he could see why he was called.

The faint ache returned to his ankles when they mentioned the wings Namor possessed, and it made something clench in the mutant’s chest, it felt like some kind of familiarity or kinship though he did not let it show. After the princess was done explaining and asked if he was in the man gave a short nod, a small smirk pulling to his lips as he gave his answer “how long do we have to prepare?”.

A smile pulled onto Shuri’s lips at his answer, the young woman getting to her feet and walking down to him, holding her hand out for a shake. (Y/N) could see all the Dora and other warriors in the room tense as he unwound his hands from behind him and reached over, clasping her hand in his.

The name Namor and Talokan was familiar to the man, but it was not something he wanted to dig into. He had tried his best to erase the memory of his parents and their tales. It was the past and not for him, he had given up the dreams of a secret underwater people welcoming him with open arms a long time ago. Now, he had to prepare to battle with the apparent underwater king and his army, the thrill of battle starting to bubble in the mutants stomach.

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p1nkch3rries · 2 years

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𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍

✿Y/N L/N✿

Age: 15

Power/Quirk: Psychic Energy Manipulation, Mental Manipulation, Telepathy, Levitation, Chaos Magic

✿POWERS✿

Psychic Energy Manipulation

Telekinesis: Y/n has the ability to move, levitate, and otherwise manipulate objects using her psionic energy in a remote manner without the need for her energy to first be projected from her hands. Y/n uses this energy to affect and control molecules and particles, allowing her to fully control matter and energy.

Force-Field Generation: Y/n is able to create highly durable barriers of red energy that she can shape and manipulate as needed. She can use it to grab and break apart targets, protect others from enemy fire, contain a target or cover, and deflect attacks from enemies

Disintegration: Y/n is capable of using her energy in such an acute telekinetic way that she is able to completely disintegrate objects. (CURRENTLY UNKNOWN TO Y/N)

Mental Manipulation

Emotion Manipulation: With her mental powers, Y/n often used it in order to elicit fear or emotional pain in a person in the form of nightmarish hallucinations that could stun and weaken even an individual as powerful as Thor. These visions can depict things that a person fears, regrets, or general disturbances, though the nature of it is not up to Y/n. She is able to know what her victim is seeing and be inside the vision with them.

Telepathy

Due to her ability to interact mentally with others, Y/n can read minds, communicate telepathically and experience the memories and thoughts of others. She can also sense the minds and emotions of those around her.

Levitation

Y/n is able to use this power to move through the air and simulate flight, in order to hover and safely float back to the ground. The use of this power manifests as a blast of psionic energy expelled from her hands onto the ground to propel herself up in the air, with a second blast used to slow her momentum as she approaches the ground allowing her to land safely.

Chaos Magic

(CURRENTLY UNKNOWN TO Y/N)

Reality Warping: Y/n can warp reality. Y/n's reality-warping abilities began initially on a small scale, however, as time progressed, her powers have grown exponentially. Y/n can also create small zones where reality follows her wishes and rules. The areas are surrounded by a partially invisible force field and appear normal from the outside.

Conjuration: The power to create or to uncreate something or someone from nothing.

Transmutation: The ability to change the physical properties of creatures, things, or conditions.

Energy Absorption: The ability to absorb any energy or magic and transform it into Chaos Magic, amplifying Y/n's own magic to an even greater extent. She is capable of absorbing magic and energy without killing her target.

Spell Casting: Y/n was able to cast runes to keep others from using their magic.

Astral Projection: Unlike traditional astral projection, Y/n is able to project her astral form without losing consciousness of her physical self. She can accomplish this by manifesting the Scarlet Witch outside of her own body.

Teleportation: Y/n can transport others from one place to another. She is also able to disappear and reappear, leaving behind a trail of red smoke.

Illusion Manipulation: Y/n could cast very life-like illusions of herself and others. She also cast an illusion to transform landscapes into appearing as others.

✿BACKSTORY✿

Y/n L/n was born as a mutant in a world where the mutant population was very low. When she developed her mutant powers, her parents abandoned her, fearing what she could do. While growing up, she often hid to avoid getting caught and killed for her abilities. At age 10, S.H.I.E.L.D found and recruited her to train under the Avengers' guidance to hone and improve her powers. She was taught hand-to-hand combat by Natasha Romanoff, who also taught her multiple languages. At 13, she was recognized as a full-fledged Avenger responsible for going on patrol and missions. At 14, the young girl was hit with the traumatic events of the Blip, dying, and coming back to fight Thanos.

✿RELATIONSHIPS✿

Spiderman: Friend (Alive)

Stephen Strange: Mentor/Father Figure (Alive)

Wong: Mentor/Close Friend (Alive)

America Chavez: Close Friend (Alive)

Clint Barton: Close Friend (Alive)

Bucky Barnes: Friend (Alive)

Sam Wilson: Close Friend (Alive)

Bruce Banner: Friend (Alive)

Scott Lang: Friend (Alive)

Thor: Friend (Alive)

Tony Stark: Close Friend (Dead)

Steve Rodgers: Father Figure (Dead)

Vision: Friend (Dead)

Natasha Romanoff: Close Friend (Dead)

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potatomountain · 1 year

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TLAM Masterlist!

“To Love A Monster”

TLaM for abbreviation

pairing: mutant reader x human ateez

genres kinda: trauma fiction, slow burn, monster fic, eventual smut, not all members are romance options, not all members are nice to reader. a learning to love fic with the 8 men that taught me to love myself and life. has a lot of dark themes such as experimentation

Synopsis:

We all have characteristics that deem us different; and these differences are often not viewed in a good way by society. Whether it’s the way our brain functions, the color of our skin, our height/weight, or what we lack that is typically needed to survive in the modern day world such as proper sight, hearing, or even two legs. A lot of these differences can harm ourselves or others without proper care or precautions, and thus we are deemed dangerous, unworthy, not good enough.

But it doesn’t mean we are unlovable, or undeserving, or some freak of nature. It can make it hard to be loved, and love in return.... but not impossible. It takes eight men, and then some, to learn all the ways love can form for someone who really is, by society’s definition, a freak of nature: a mutant.

Chapters:

#TLam #to love a monster #tlam related #mutant reader #ateez x reader #human ateez #dark themes #coming soon #ateez fanfic #ateez mutant au

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asebizutsumi · 1 month

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I Am A Cat's Eye — 1: Un malheur ne vient jamais seul

Summary —

After losing everything and everyone in his life due to the Mysterio incident, Peter Parker begins his new life in college. Unbeknownst to him, the cat that appears at his window after patrol is more than just a flea ridden stray.

[Platonic] Peter Parker x reader.

Misfortune never comes alone, and Peter Parker knew that better than anyone else.

After Mysterio revealed his identity to billions of people worldwide, consequently putting his friends and family in danger, he understood exactly what this saying meant, and after trying to repair everything, he just brought more misfortune upon himself and ruined everything.

Now he lives in a small, rundown apartment in NYC, trying to reclaim the life he was supposed to leave behind. It was like a dog chasing its own tail, but never succeeding.

Police sirens and incomprehensible chatter fill the city's nocturnal atmosphere. The young hero sits upon a rooftop. Patrol started a long time ago, but surprisingly, there hasn't been any major criminal activity all night long in the oh-so-friendly neighborhood of Queens.

Unusual.

""There isn't anything going on right now. Maybe I should go home earlier," the boy contemplated. "It's a school night. I better go home." He then swung back home. Reaching his window, he noticed something on his windowsill. It was small and furry. He reached to touch the fur ball when it suddenly turned around, revealing a small cat. It looked malnourished and dirty.

“"Hey, little guy," Peter tried to soothe the kitten. It hissed at him. "Calm down! I'm not gonna hurt you, little dude." At that, the cat seemed to calm down a little but still stayed in an attack stance. Once the cat calmed down, Peter tried to pet it again, this time succeeding, but the feline didn't react positively nor negatively to his touch, it seemed too tired and weak to move for now.

“"Stay here, I'll get you something to eat." Peter felt guilty for leaving the poor kitten outside in the cold, but he couldn't risk a flea infestation in his already shabby apartment. Once in the kitchen, he got some leftover chicken from the fridge and went back to feed the cat. When he got into his room, he saw it.

The cat.

The flea-ridden, dirty, malnourished, and sick cat.

In his bed.

He couldn't have left his window open, could he?!

He did, and now he needs new bed sheets.

The reader's cat and "human" appearance is based off Izutsumi (Dungeon Meshi), but I'll make their descriptions as ambiguous as possible.

I'm writing everything that comes into my head on the go, so this might not be good. 😭

thank you for reading!

CHAPTER 2 — to be added

#peter parker x reader #mcu x reader #avengers x reader #post no way home #cat hybrid reader #mutant reader #peter and reader will have a sibling relationship #peter needs a break #Sheena Ringo reference lol #I Am A Cat's Eye #my first fanfic #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Happy Skies - Charles Xavier X Female (Mutant) Reader

Title: Happy Skies

Charles Xavier X Female (Mutant) Reader

Additional Characters: Hank, Reader's parents, bullies (Mentioned), Reader's aunt and cousins (Mentioned), and Storm (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 1,681

Warnings: Mention of bullies, Reader's parents are rude, mutation like Pepa from Encanto, nervousness, anxiety, mention of divorce, and cuteness

Standing next to your mother and father, you kept your head down as she knocked on the large doors of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You looked up when someone opened and watched in awe as a tall man with brown hair walked out. He smiled warmly at you and your parents before waving them inside.

"I am Hank, the Professor is expecting you. I'll take you to his office." The young man said as he led you into the school.

You followed him through the halls until they finally came to a stop in front of a door that you presumed to be the Professor's office, whoever he was.

"Enter..." A voice from the other side spoke, and Hank opened the door for you, your other, and your father to enter.

Behind a desk was a man, he had brown wavy hair and striking blue eyes. When you met his gaze, he smiled warmly. "Welcome, you three must be the L/Ns," He said politely, before looking at your mother and father. "What can I help you with?"

Your mother and father both looked hesitant, but your father stepped forward. "We'd like to enroll our daughter in the school," Your father said nervously. "She's very intelligent, but... She's been having trouble with her uh..." Your father trailed off.

Your mother popped in, "Her powers... They are rather hard to deal with if I have to be honest with you. We're hoping this will help her... Condition."

The Professor pursed his lips, "Well, I would gladly help her." He began before continuing, "Could you please add to what makes this hard, so I can further understand more, please?" He asked and your mother continued.

"Well, she went through all of her schooling fine, but she began acting up, I would say, during the end of high school and college. She doesn't work and she lives with her father and I..." Your mother trailed off again, unsure how to continue.

The Professor interjected, "Do you mind if I ask why?" He asked, and your mother looked down. "Are you worried about something?"

"Well, we were told that it could be due to these powers." Your mother said as she gestured towards you, who just stood there, arms wrapped around yourself.

"Dear, how about you grab your things from the car?" Your father asked and you quickly nodded, before leaving the room and going down the hall and out the main doors where you jogged to the car.

Letting out a sigh, you finally let go of your powers, not having to feel the uncomfortable tight sensation anymore. A gray cloud floated above your head, as you began to grab your two small suitcases. Shutting the trunk, you began wheeling your two bags to the doors, once more. Before you entered, you held your breath, closing your eyes as you pushed your powers back down.

Looking up, you sighed as the cloud was gone and you re-entered the building, walking to the office once more, you heard your mother and father's voice, causing you to stop.

"You see, we just can't watch her anymore. It's draining us." Your mother said, and your father continued, "Our daughter's condition even has the both of us debating on divorce."

"I'm sorry to hear that." The Professor said apologetically. "But, perhaps we can help." His voice trailed off as he looked at the paperwork in front of him, before looking back up at your parents, "Don't worry, I'll do everything in my power to help your daughter."

As your mother and father exited the office, you stood there, trying to be as emotionless as possible as they gave you one last look before speeding out of the school. The Professor wheeled out of his office, before stopping beside you, startling you for a moment.

"Well, they seem... Nice" He stated, and you nodded, "Why don't you come inside my office? I would like to hear your end to all of this."

You followed him into the office, sitting down at the desk as he wheeled to his side across from you. "So, what's your name? Your parents didn't say." He asked.

"I'm... Y/N" You replied, and he nodded, before continuing.

"Y/N, That's a lovely name." The Pressor spoke with a small smile, "You can call me Charles, now what's your story?"

You shifted in your seat, unable to look the man in the eyes. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. And, his accent, oh god, your heart raced at the sound of it. "My parents..." You started, but you stopped, biting your lip.

"Please, I know it may be difficult to talk about, just tell me what you are comfortable talking about."

You nodded, clearing your throat. "Well, I was able to get through my schooling. Even in college, it was hard because of my... Powers." You explained, and Charles nodded.

"I see, I take it these 'powers' are related to the cloud?" He asked, and you nodded before your eyes widened and you looked up, seeing the cloud above your head.

You tried to swat it away, but Charles stopped you. "Why are you doing that?" He asked and you stopped, shrugging.

"It's annoying, it's always there unless I'm happy and I have to suppress it or people will make fun of me."

Charles narrowed his eyes, "Have people made fun of you?" He asked, and you hesitantly nodded.

"Because... it's weird and I can't hide it well."

"Well, I don't think it's weird." Charles began with a smile. "I think it's fascinating." He paused, and then continued, "And, I think you should wear it proudly."

You looked at him confused, before realizing he was referring to the cloud. "Oh...!" You exclaimed and looked down shyly. "I... I just think it causes too much trouble."

"What can you do?" Charles asked curiously.

"Um, well, I..." You thought for a moment, before speaking. "I can control it, it's just hard sometimes." You added, and Charles nodded, seemingly understanding. "My emotions control the cloud. If I don't have control of my emotions, I don't have control of the cloud. If that makes sense."

The Professor nodded. "Yes, that does make perfect sense. Can you show me?"

You took a deep breath, before answering. "I... I don't know."

"Why not?" Charles asked, and you shrugged.

"I don't want to. I could ruin everything."

"Y/N, I assure you, this is going to help you." He assured, and you looked at him, trying to gauge if he was lying.

"By practicing, you'll learn to control it. We can do our first lesson now." He offered and you looked down, sighing softly.

"Okay." You agreed, and Charles smiled, nodding.

"Good. Now, you said it goes along with your emotions... Think about something sad for me." He instructed and you closed your eyes, trying to think, before recalling a memory.

During middle school, some kids were making fun of you. It made you very angry. They would call you names and tease you. It took all of your might not to let your cloud out.

"Fascinating..." Charles spoke up, making you open your eyes.

Looking at him, he was looking up at your cloud, seeing as it quietly thundered. "Y/N. It's enchanting, really."

You blushed and looked down, taking another deep breath before looking back up at Charles, your cheeks heating up even more. "I was so mad." You admitted, before letting out a small laugh, your cloud slowly becoming a fluffy white.

"So when you are angry, you thunder..." Charles stated, and you nodded in response.

"When I'm sad, it rains," You continued, "But if my emotions are too big or loud or whatever, it's hard to control."

"I see," Charles said as he nodded again. "Has it ever gone out of control?"

You looked up at him, surprised. "Yes... At my aunt's wedding."

Charles nodded, clasping his hands together on his desk. "What happened?" He reminded you of a therapist.

And, yet, he was so easy to talk to.

"One of my cousins was making fun of me and I began thundering and I may or may not accidentally started a hurricane and ruined the wedding." You answered with a shrug, and Charles hummed.

"Well, I know that I can help you. If you allow me to, that is?" He offered and you looked up at him, unsure.

"Can you?" You asked timidly, and he nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to help you. So, what do you say?" He asked, looking at you with a soft smile.

You sat back in your seat. "Alright," You whispered, and Charles smiled warmly.

"Great, then let's begin." He said, standing up and motioning to you to follow. "I'll show you to your new room."

You got up, grabbed your bags, and did as he asked, following him down a long hall to a closed door near the end of the hallway. Opening the door, you smiled slightly at the sight of it. It was a nice-sized room, with a queen-sized bed, closet, and bathroom attached.

"This will be your room. All the students have the upstairs, but since you won't be going to classes, you'll be on the same floor as the other teachers. I hope it is to your liking." He commented, and you nodded, unzipping your bag and setting your things on the bed. "And, if you need anything, you know where my office is. After you settle in, I'll have Storm show you around."

"Thank you." You said, and Charles nodded before taking your hand in his, making you blush.

“I hope you like it here, Y/N.” He spoke before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

You blinked, looking at your hand before sitting down on your new bed, you let out a sigh and smiled. Looking up, you saw your cloud above you. You looked it over for a few moments, before getting up and walking to your closet. You began to put away your things. Finally, you felt free and happy.

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plzcallmesa · 2 years

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DOLONIA ༄ [raph x reader] -masterlist

/duh-loh-nee-uh/ • n.

the fear when people genuinely like you and you can’t fathom why. thinking you aren’t the one they deserve cause of the qualities you hate the most about yourself.

a/n!!! <<< should probably read this!

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house-of-slayterr · 10 months

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Shed Your Scales: Become Human Again…

AN: The third and final chapter of the series, I think you all wanted the reader to end up with Peter so here’s the ending!

Dr Connor’s POV:

I paced around her apartment, waiting for that annoying little spider to show up. He didn’t seem the type to just leave someone in danger like this, let alone his own friend.

I’d wrapped her in a slew of blankets, making sure to raise her body temperature, checking it every ten minutes with the forehead thermometer. It was barley working. I put a hot rag at the back of her neck, which should be helping more than it is. It was like her body was shutting down.

I cursed under my breath, my head shooting up when the door opened and I heard the familiar voice of Parker. He quickly stumbled into the apartment, shutting the door and rushing over.

He starred at me for a second, taking in my appearance as my transformation settled a bit more, looking more animal than man-

“Dr Connor’s.” He greeted me coldly.

It was almost comical… almost-

“No time for pleasantries Peter-“ I pointed to the counter. “Set up over there and we’ll get to work. She’s loosing too much body heat and her organs are shutting down quicker than before, not just her kidneys anymore. She’s thrown up twice and passed back out.”

Peter sucked in a breath, avoiding looking directly at her. How odd, Spider-man can go around beating up half the city, but he can’t handle his own friend dying in front of him. I followed him over to the counter, setting up beakers and burners and getting to work.

Most of it was child’s play, after making the serum a handful of times, it was like working on auto-pilot. I didn’t stop until Peter’s hand was on my own.

“This isn’t a cure, is it?” He asked finally.

I’ll give it to him, he was my brightest pupil for a reason. So much potential thrown down the drain because his heart won’t let him go where is head could take him. He could be legendary if he just threw aside that pesky moral compass.

“It will fix her.” I stated simply.

I couldn’t practically see the hair on the back of his neck standing up, an interesting reaction. There was suddenly a web on the serum as he pulled it away just before it finished. I growled under my breath, glaring at the young man.

“Peter-“ I said warningly.

“No, I’m not gonna help you make her like you… what you did, what you are is wrong Dr Connors. This is just the serum talking, you’re sick!” He exclaimed

“No Peter, that’s just the thing. I’ve never felt better, never been stronger, faster, more in tune with my surroundings. I’m better than any simple human, and I refuse to go back to being the weak man I was before!” I crept toward him as he backed up.

I was in her apartment, she would appreciate it much if I tore it to shreds, but she’d understand. This is all for her, for William, so they can lead a better life. No one could hurt them anymore. The world couldn’t beat them down at every turn.

People could call me a bad teacher, a bad scientist all they wanted. But I refused to be labelled a father who didn’t love and do anything for his children.

He used another web to cling to the serum to the ceiling in the corner. I growled yet again, he was wasting my time… her time-

“Peter she will die, you know this right?” I scoffed.

“I won’t let her.” He said determined. “But I won’t let you turn her into a monster either!”

He lunged toward toward her on the couch and I was quick to cut him off.

“You’re not touching my daughter-“

“And you’re not killing her!” He shouted.

“You’re a child Peter, there are things you don’t understand about this world. She’ll understand, she’ll forgive me. Even if she doesn’t at least she’ll be breathing. And that stupid transplant list will be obsolete! Don’t you see, this is the next strange of human evolution!”

She stirred on the couch behind us, both of our heads snapping in her direction. She wasn’t quite awake, she appeared to be having some sort of nightmare, calling out for… Peter in her sleep.

“I’m here Y/N, I’m not leaving you” He said, not sure if she could even hear him.

Her chest rose and fell more rapidly now. Just before he got here I finally found a heated blanket at the back of her closet, adding it to the pile. Perhaps now her temperature was too high, I hadn’t gotten a chance to take it recently.

“Peter, her temperature.” I sattted simply.

He quickly grabbed the thermometer and checked it. I didn’t need to see his face, the rest of his body language told me what I needed to know.

“She burning up!” He quickly removed some of the covers. “I think her body is finally rejecting whatever dose you gave her.”

“All the more reason for you to let me give her a full dose! Her body is trying to kill it like an infection, but if it overpowers her, her body can’t fight it off.”

Before I had a chance to go back to the corner to get the serum and finish it, he had her in his arms, cradling her tight. Peter wouldn’t let me get close. But I couldn’t hurt him, without hurting her. The probability wasn’t in my favour.

“Peter, unhand my daughter…”

“Respectfully sir, fuck off!” He spat at me. “I’m taking he to a damn hospital like I should have told her to do in the first place.”

This only enraged me more. He’d talked to her before she came to see me. What if he’d convinced her not to show?

“This really how you want things to play out Parker?”

He didn’t give a verbal reply and I sighed. My tail wrapped around a jar of corrosive acid, and I tossed it in his direction. It hit his arm that he held up defensively, cutting through the fabric of his clothes easily and biting at his skin. My hypothesis was right, any attack I threw at him, he’d defend her still. How interesting. Using his body as a shield for her.

I threw another random vial at him, watching as her expertly dogged, carrying her around like she weighed nothing. When his eyes landed on the front door I panicked, he couldn’t take her out of this apartment. The temperature change from inside to outside might be detrimental.

But he should know this.

“Doctor Connor’s you have to let me save her. She’s your daughter for fucks sake!”

“I’m sorry Peter.” was all I said before throwing some flour from her kitchen at him as a distraction, and coming up behind him and hitting him over the head.

I swiftly grabbed her from his arms before his body hit the floor. I brought her to the corner of the room, laying her down against the wall as I ripped the serum from the ceiling, finishing it properly before injecting it into her neck.

“Come back to me Sweet Girl, you have to wake up now.” My voice sounded strained and desperate.

I debated, only for a moment, giving Mr Parker a dose. Curious how it would interact with his own Mutation. But more so just to see if he’d suffer the pain of the transformation. My attention was brought away from his limp form when she started stirring again.

This time fully thrashing in her sleep. I knelt to the floor and brought her body closer to mine.

“There there, daddy’s got you. It will be better soon.”

Readers POV:

A few weeks had passed since I left this apartment. Since I saw Peter… how could I possibly leave? I was freak now.

My father told me he tried to make a cure but it was too late. But there was something in his eyes, something that told me I was naive to believe that. To believe him, to believe in him in the first place. For Christ sake, he didn’t even know I existed for 20 years. But I was so desperate for make validation, for a father figure, that I believed it. His whole bullshit loving, caring father gig. I fell for it, hook, like and sinker.

At least I didn’t feel like I was dying anymore. But I was desperate to find my own cure. Maybe still separate to save him, though the world insisted he was too far gone. I hadn’t seen either of them since that morning. When I woke up in the apartment, I was alone, and scared…

The only way to keep tabs on my father was by watching the news. Watching him fight with Spider-man, Peter, my best friend. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so enraged before. Peter’s body language was easy to read in his suit, even on television. It was almost like he wanted to kill him.

And now I knew, my father wasn’t above that. Peter would bring him in, but Dr Connor’s- he was capable of doing the worst. If my father set his mind that something was the only option, he’d go for it, forgoing all consequences. Adding to his list of mistakes and catastrophes because he’s already a damned man.

I couldn’t see my friends, live a life, this want feasible. Harry and Gwen had been calling and texting and that’s the best I could give them. Claiming I was horribly I’ll all of a sudden and had to go away to get treatment. Which technically wasn’t a lie, well it wouldn’t have been if my kidneys were still in failure.

There was suddenly a knock at my… window?

“Peter?” I asked.

I heard the window open and little footsteps, but not on the floor. I turned my head up from my fathers notes I’d been studying for weeks, trying to find a way to reverse this. And there he was, in all his glory, The Amazing Spider-Man, crawling on my ceiling. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than happy to see him, but not like this.

“You’re bleeding Peter.”

“You’re dad sank his claws into me.” He stated in that goofy way he always makes a pun.

I rolled my eyes. Oh how much that statement rang true. He had his claws in both of us, and now it was too late, we ignored the warning signs.

“Get down from the ceiling please…”

I kept my apartment warmer, now that I couldn’t produce my own body heat, I had to adapt. Ordering things online and making excuses for why I couldn’t sign for deliver. Not wanting to scare the poor driver forced to come to my house of all places. They didn’t deserve that, they were just innocent bystanders in all of this. Nobody should have to look at me.

He hung down from the ceiling with one hand, skilfully dropping to the floor and I went under my kitchen sink to get my first aid kit.

“You came back?” I said, it sounded weak and pathetic.

“Of course I did, I would have come sooner but your dad and some other villains have kept me pretty busy.”

“I can see that, I’ve been watching the news, not much to do when you’re trapped.”

I came back over to where he now sat on my coffee table and set down my supplies. Most of the damage was on his side, and his leg, but I didn’t doubt he had a few concussions by now.

“You have to take off the suit Peter, I can’t patch you up like this.”

He nodded, taking off the suit, leaving him in just the mask and his boxers. Normally I wouldn’t feel bad about starring, I’ve seen Peter shirtless countless times. But this felt wrong somehow, for a creature like me to pine after someone as good hearted as him.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

He asked as I continued cleaning his wounds, and stitching up the deeper ones. I took a deep breath, letting out a sigh.

“You tried to stop him right?”

“Of course! You said you’ve been watching the news, all I’ve been trying to do is catch your father all month!” He sounded exhausted and I didn’t blame him.

“No I mean, this, me- there’s really no way to fix me is there? This was Inevitable…” I hung my head low in shame.

I was surprised when Peter reached out a hand and gently placed it on my cheek. The warmth from his fingertips feeling inviting and safe.

“I could have, but I made the mistake of giving your father a second chance and he blew it. I blew it. He knocked me out before I could save you, and when I woke up he’d managed to drag me down to the sewers. I had no idea if you made it, if you were ok… if he killed you. I was horrified.”

I could feel tears in my eyes now, as I used one of my scaley hands to press his skin impossibly closer to mine.

“When he told me it worked I- I was worried you’d be just like him. I was worried I’d lost my best friend. But I realised now, it wasn’t fully the serums fault. If it was, you wouldn’t be hiding yourself away, punishing yourself for your fathers crime.”

That was what I was doing…

I hadn’t realised it.

“He wants to turn William… and his wife Peter. He has some sick idea of us being the perfect family. Because he think we’re better than everyone else now. But I’ve never felt more alone Petey…”

He pulled me in for a hug, and I didn’t want to let go.

“God I forgot how warm you run” I laughed, trying to ease the awkward tension.

“You always did say I was like your own personal heating pad” he joked back.

“Hey Peter?”

“Yeah?” He repeated in the same cadence as earlier.

The two of us locked eyes and it felt like the world stoped, even through his mask I could tell his eyes were trained entirely on my own. I reached forward and took off his mask, laughing a little at his “helmet hair”.

“I-“

I couldn’t bring myself to say it. It felt wrong to say it now. To say it looking like this. Knowing he could never take me out on dates, or show me off in pictures, or introduce me to new friends. I’d already resigned to having to ghost my other two best friends, which made me feel awful. They deserved an explanation.

I guess my spiralling thoughts were more visible on the outside than I thought. Because I never expected him to do what he did next. My eyes went wide with shock when Peter’s lips were on mine. He kissed me- wait he’s still kissing me.

I finally responded, grabbing his face and pulling him more into me.

“Wow.” Was all I managed to say when he pulled away.

Peter looked at me smirking, and I raised my eyebrow confused.

“I thought that might work.” He said proudly.

“What?” I asked, entirely confused.

“The transformation, it’s not permeant, I’ve learned that from wagging your father. He returned to himself once in a moment of clarity…” he explained.

I blushed harder than I thought I ever could. But was still a little confused. Peter chuckled and pulled out his phone, turning on the camera and flipping it to show me.

I just starred.

I was back, I was me. I was really me.

“What, how?”

“You’ve been blaming yourself for everything that went down. You saw yourself as a monster so you reminded one. But when I kissed you…”

“Peter you’re a genius!”

I swatted the phone out of his hand and threw myself forward, wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight hug, resting my head on his shoulder. But then I frowned, what if he only kissed me to fix me. I pulled away slightly. But he kept me firmly held close to him.

“No no, I just got you back, don’t start fretting on this again. You can’t let it consume you ok?”

I nodded, just happy to be held, especially in the comfort of my favourite persons arms. I rested my head back in the crook of his neck as we just sat there swaying for a moment.

“I love you Peter Parker.” I whispered in his ear.

He was the one to pull away this time, and I was scared I over stepped, but was pleasantly surprised when his lips were on mine again.

“And I love you Y/N, don’t ever forget that.”

Safe to say I’d be stuck in my apartment at least one more day. But at least this time I’d have company. Maybe being an advanced meta human wouldn’t be all that bad. If I could learn to control it, I could help Peter save the city. I could help save Peter from this city….

An: it’s been a while since I actually got to sit down and write, and oh my gods did I miss it. Sweet Lucifer I love writing, sharing my silly little day dreams with you all brings me so much joy! Gotta turn the curse of Maladaptive daydreaming into something productive.

Tag: @queer-and-utter-chaos @mothmans-kingdom @frenziedslashers

#doctor Connor’s #dr connors #fang writes #Spider-Man #the amazing spider man #spider man x reader #the amazing Spider-Man #andrew garfield spiderman #mutant reader

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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Can you do a scarlet witch reader that’s been experimented on by the rda and is saved by jake and becomes attached to him because he reminds her of her brother?

ₐ Bᵣₒₜₕₑᵣ Fₒᵣ ₐ Bᵣₒₜₕₑᵣ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐃𝐀, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚'𝐯𝐢. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲��𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧.

ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ(ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: death of relatives, experimenting on a child, RDA scientists are assholes, physical and emotional abuse, isolation, reader becomes mute at some point.

A/N: I know nothing about Wanda, but I tried my best, I hope you like this and have a good day/night and are staying healthy.

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You and your brother were orphans living with RDA in Pandora. Your parents had died while out in the field, leaving you and your brother. This kind of info was perfect for the RDA, they have been meaning to try out some kind of experiments on a duo. You and your brother were the perfect duo to do it on, you no guardian and it'd be easier for them to manipulate you both.

Your brother was the one to go first, since he wanted to keep you safe from the scientists. You remember hearing the screaming of your brother and begging for them to stop, but they didn't. Then it was your turn, your brother tried to get them to leave you alone, but they didn't. Just like your brother, you had suffered the same consequences.

Then came the punishments, if you didn't do what you were told, then you'd be placed in isolation for a long time. Away from your brother, it was torture not being close to your brother. When you'd be out of Isolation, you' go straight to your brother and hug him tightly, fearing that he'd vanish. When your powers began to kick in, was when things got worse.

You'd be kept in isolation more and you wouldn't see your brother as much. It was torture, your powers would act out by your emotions due to your age. You had telekinesis, and due to your strong emotion you'd cause things to go flying and breaking things. It got worse and stronger everytime.

One time that you got a chance to see you brother, he had to leave with some people in the field. You didn't want him to go, but he did. He had promised you that he'd return and you'd spend time together. When he left out that door, he never came up. You just knew that he was dead. Now you were truly alone.

When you were placed in your room, you broke everything. Your toys were shredded to pieces, your books had been turn apart along with your sheets, pillows. Everything you destroyed in your room. Since then you just stopped talking. You wouldn't talk to no one, you'd just be silent, no one word did you say after that.

Years had passed, you were now fifteen, still you had not said a word. You saw on purpose in talking. You were allowed to roam around the lab since you were now older. You'd often just sit around in the lab, staying out of people's way.

The only person you'd interact with with Doctor Grace Augustine, she new what happened to you and your brother, she felt horrible for you having to live without any of your family. She had become some kind of mother figure. She knew that you didn't talk, so you'd communicate though writing on a small notepad you began to carry around, or sticky notes. You'd leave sticky notes around her desk for her to read and she'd do the same.

Until you met Jake Sully, you were sitting on your own in a table, playing chess by yourself. Moving the pieces with your powers, he'd approached you and said hi, but all you did just stare at him, then went back to your game. He still tried to make small talk but you just ignored him, believing he was just like everyone else. But he wasn't going to give up easily.

As the time passed, he continued to try and talk with you, but you never said a word to him. When he saw how you and Grace would communicate, he began to do the same. He began to leave you sticky notes, leaving them on the places you'd normally hang out. At first you didn't reply to them, but you did eventually.

You leave Jake sticky notes for him to read, due to him and Grace leaving for the Avatar Program, Grace had given you one of those Pads so that you can send her messages. So you did, you sent her, Jake and Norm messages everyday. You also began to hang around Max and Trudy more, you only hanged around with the people Jake and Grace would talk to since not everyone in the RDA is a good person.

Things got bad after three months of Jake's mission, but he wasn't going fully like he was ordered to. Him along with Grace and Norm had fallen for Pandora and were willing to not cause the Omaticaya harm. Even though you haven't met the Omaticaya like they did, you agreed with them. The RDA had already done enough harm to them and other, they needed to be stopped.

When Max and Trudy planned to break out Jake, Grace and Norm, you went with them. You used your powers to break them out, you had wanted to go with them, but Jake had told you to stay with Max, he needed people to help from the inside and to keep you safe since you have never been outside the compound, you didn't want to at first, then Jake had promised you that he'll return. Those words brought back memories, when your brother had told you the same thing and never returned. You listened anyway and warned him that he better come back in one piece.

You and Max were keeping them inform on what was happening. When you found out about Grace's death, you wanted to break everything that you came across, just like when your brother had died, but you kept yourself strong and continued with the mission.

Just like how Jake asked, you, Max and other scientists in the Avatar program helped. While they got linked into their avatar's, you had stayed with them incase guard tried to break in and stop them, but thankfully they didn't. Max had destroyed the communication room and the avatars invaded, threatening to shoot them if they tried any funny business.

The war was over, the Na'vi had won, thanks to Jake, or Toruk Makto for that matter. Some had died, but they died heroes, protecting the na'vi from the RDA. Some of the scientists had stayed, the rest of the RDA was sent back. Those who had stayed were the ones that helped the na'vi from the inside like promised. You had stayed as well, you didn't want to go where those parasites went, Pandora is and will forever be your home.

Jake had become your care taker, he didn't have to but he did. Even after he had become a full na'vi, he still took care of you. You began to call him your brother, you saw so much of your brother in him. It was almost as if, due to your brother's absence, he sent Jake to you. Jake had a brother too, but he was also gone, he never had a little sister, but he began to see you as such.

You both began to refer to on another as brother and sister. You began to go outside more, thanks to the experiments done on you, you were able to breath the toxic air of Pandora. You had also met the Omaticaya people through Jake. When you'd get introduced to other, you'd be introduced as Jake Sully's sister. Neytiri wasn't very fond of Humans, but she was good with you. She liked you the moment you both met, she had instantly began calling you Tsmuke, her sister as well.

Since then on you had been their with them, in the good and in the bad times. You had become very attached to Jake, it would be considered annoying to others, but it was understandable. You had lost your whole family and had found a new one, in both Jake and Neytiri. You had better control of your powers thanks to your brother's help.

Then the Neteyam was born, at first you were scared you'd hurt him but Neytiri insisted in you holding him, so you did. He was a huge baby compared to a human infant. Even though you had lost your brother, you had gained another, as well as a family.

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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies?

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Natasha, Reader x ????

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

Chapter 1

After Y/N had slept for almost 24 hours and eaten enough to fill her up, Nat approached her in the kitchen.

"Tony is having a party tonite, to celebrate finding Loki's scepter. He gave me his credit card so do you want to go get a dress for tonite? And maybe some clothes so you aren't stuck in Avengers sweats all the time? We can have lunch and get our hair and nails done as well." She smirked "We can find a blue dress for you, it's Steve's favorite color."

Y/N felt her face flush "Why would I be worried about what Steve likes?"

Nat grinned "I'm a spy, I know how to read people and both of you are giving off some serious vibes. Trust me, he's into you too."

Y/N shrugged "I don't know what you're talking about but I do need some clothes and I've never had a real haircut. I just chop it off when it gets too long." She thought for a minute "Sure, sounds like fun."

They left the tower in one of Tony's cars that Nat borrowed. Driving around Manhattan Y/N felt overwhelmed but something was familiar as well.

"This is all so much. I haven't even left the facility where you found me in years."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it pretty quickly" Nat told her as they pulled into a parking garage on 5th Ave. "Having access to Starks credit and cars definitely helps." She parked and they got out of the car and walked into Saks.

Nat headed straight for evening wear and started looking through the racks when a sales person approached them.

"Ms Romanoff, it's so good to have you here again. I see you've brought a friend" she looked Y/N up and down, sneering slightly at her attire. "I can see she needs our help. What are you looking for today?"

Nat glared at her "We're looking for someone who won't be a bitch because of how we look. Do you have anyone here like that?"

The sales girl, her tag said her name was Sophia, blanched "I'm so sorry, Ms Romanoff, I was just caught off guard. Of course I'm happy to help you in whatever way you need.

Are you looking for a cocktail dress?"

Nat smirked "Yes, Tony is having a party tonite and my friend needs an appropriate dress. Something blue."

Sophia stuttered "Tony Stark? How exciting. Why don't you and Miss...."

"Y/L/N, I'm Y/N Y/L/N"

"Of course. What size do you usually wear Miss Y/L/N?"

Y/N flushed "I don't know, I haven't gotten myself new clothes in ages"

Sophia pulled out a tape measure "Well lets see..." And quickly took her measurements. "A size 7 should fit nicely. I have some dresses that would be perfect for you. Please have a seat and I'll have them brought over.

Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, water, tea, soda, champagne?"

Nat nodded "Some champagne would be nice. And none of the cheap stuff."

They spent an hour looking at dresses until they narrowed it down to 3. All shades of blue. Y/N tried them all on and was overwhelmed when she saw herself in the mirror, she felt like a princess.

"I can't choose, they're all so pretty. What do you think, Nat?"

"I agree, it's too hard to choose so we'll get all three. Tony loves throwing parties so you can never be too prepared." Nat replied

Y/N shook her head "I couldn't, that's too much"

Nat laughed "too much should be Tony's middle name. Don't worry about it." She turned to Sophia "what about accessories?"

4 hours later they had all 3 dresses and accessories for each one, plus enough everyday and business style clothes to last a year. And shoes and lingerie. Nat gave Sophia a stern order to make sure it was all delivered to the tower before 4pm. Then they went for hair, makeup and mani-pedi's.

Y/N didn't know how to process everything that was happening. Less than 72 hours ago she was in her cell with no inkling that her life would change so drastically.

"Thank you so much, Nat. I just...."

Nat smirked "Don't worry about it. I have a feeling you're going to feel right at home before too long."

They went back to the tower after a late lunch and finished getting ready. At 9pm they took the elevator to the penthouse where the party was already going full swing.

Nat led her to the bar and poured a glass of champagne for both of them.

Y/N just looked around, watching people, unsure of how to interact.

Steve and Sam were playing pool when Sam noticed Steve was staring at something by the bar.

"You checking out Nat again? I thought that was over."

Steve shook his head "It never really was on, just occasional stress relief. Besides she has something going on with Bruce. Look next to her, in the blue dress. That's Y/N, we found her at the base where we found Loki's scepter. She's a mutant, turns sound into light. She was humming the other night and had this glow around her like a mist of colors. It was beautiful" he sighed.

Sam laughed "You sound smitten. Why don't you go talk to her?"

Steve blushed "I wouldn't know what to say."

"How about hey Y/N you look beautiful, wanna have my babies" Sam offered

Steve snorted "Give me a break.

It looks like Nat is busy with Bruce so I should go be a good host. Don't want to leave her alone with all these strangers. She's been a prisoner since she was a kid so might not be good socially."

Sam laughed as Steve walked away.

Y/N was looking out the window when Steve approached her. She turned and looked at him.

"It's a beautiful view"

Steve was staring at her and agreed "Yeah, it's gorgeous"

She saw he was looking at her and felt her face heat up. "So Nat said Tony throws parties like this all the time"

Steve nodded "This is actually pretty tame compared to some. Before he became Iron Man I think partying was his priority. It's still a favorite past time.

You must be overwhelmed with all this if Strucker kept you prisoner since you were 10. You'll get used to it. We are mostly a happy family." He smiled softly at her.

After the party died down the team sat around drinking and chatting. Most of them tried to pick up Thor's hammer and failed. Only Steve moved it at all but he still couldn't pick it up.

Then Ultron showed up and made a mess of everything. Y/N tried to use her powers to help fight him but was thrown against a wall and knocked out. After Ultron was gone, she came to and heard arguing. Steve helped her up and kept his hand on her back to help comfort her. Once the team decided on their course of action he took her to her room.

"I need you to stay here for now, ok? We'll be back as soon as we can" he told her gently.

Y/N shook her head "I can help. I could come with you and-"

"No" he told her firmly "We need to evaluate your abilities and work together before you get into any fights with us. I don't want you to get hurt so please be a good girl and wait here for me"

She felt a funny tingle when he called her a good girl but pushed it back "Ok. I'll wait here. Please come back safely."

"I promise, sweetheart" he kissed her softly on the lips and made sure she was safe in her room before he left.

While the team went to Africa to stop Ultron, Y/N was having dreams about Steve but with her lack of experience couldn't figure them out. The only sex she had was when Strucker forced himself on her and she thought she would never actually enjoy sex but her dreams said otherwise.

In the morning she saw what happened on the news and knew that it was Wanda messing with the Hulk. If she had been there she could have broken Wandas hex and prevented all that destruction and death.

She jumped when Jarvis spoke to her "Miss Y/N? You have a phone call from Captain Rogers."

"Umm ok how do I take the call?"

"I'll put him thru"

Steve's voice came thru the speakers in her room.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you? Did you get some sleep?"

"Hi Steve, I slept a little. I had strange dreams. My life has turned upside down.

Are you ok? I saw the news. Wanda was there wasn't she? If you had let me come I could have prevented-"

Steve cut her off "No. You don't even know if you could have helped Hulk. You aren't going on any missions any time soon.

I just wanted to let you know that we will be gone for awhile. After that mess we have to lay low. Just be a good girl and make sure you eat and sleep. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Y/N felt so helpless as she saw the teams adventures on the news. They went from Africa to Korea. She was frustrated and wanted to help but couldn't so waited for them, for Steve, to return.

When Tony and Bruce returned they barely noticed her and rushed into the lab to work on something.

Steve came to check on her and gave her a sweet kiss before she noticed the twins were with him.

Wanda looked at her "Hello Y/N. Nice to see you again"

Y/N was confused "Steve why are they here? They are nothing but trouble and can't be trusted."

Wanda cringed "I know we have done awful things to you in the past but we didn't realize how bad Strucker was, too caught up in our own rage and grief. I promise we won't hurt you. We want to help stop Ultron."

Y/N looked at Steve "If you are taking them then I should be able to go too. I can help."

Steve chuckled "I know you want to help honey but I don't think a light show will do any good."

She pouted "I can make lasers too. I hate staying here while you risk yourself. Please, Steve." She begged

Her begging did something to Steve but not something that would help in a fight. He was about to tell her no again when Clint walked by

"She's not wrong Cap we could use all the help we can get."

Steve gave in "Promise me you'll be careful. I'd hate to see you hurt."

Y/N didn't do too badly considering the circumstances. She even took out a few robots on her own, including the one that tried to get Pietro and a young boy he was protecting.

Sokovia was still destroyed but most of the people were saved. Sometimes you have to accept how things turn out.

~~~~~~~~~~

After a few days rest Y/N, Sam, Wanda and Pietro started training to become official Avengers.

Y/N and Steve started dating, taking things very slow since she was inexperienced and in no rush.

Nat was devastated that Bruce had disappeared and started spending a lot of time with Steve and Y/N. Every night he would walk Y/N to her room, kiss her good night and leave her on her own.

After a few weeks she noticed Steve and Nat seemed really close and she asked him about it.

Steve shook his head "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart. Nat and I are just friends. We've been thru some tough situations together but there's no romantic feelings. She's just lonely because she misses Bruce."

She nodded trusting him.

They went on like this for awhile until General Ross brought up the Sokovia Accords. She took Steve's side but he didn't want her involved in the fight so she made her way to the quinjet and waited for Steve and Bucky. She saw what Zemo did and the fight that came after but couldn't bring herself to hurt Tony so found herself waiting on the jet again.

Y/N went with them to Wakanda and then on the run with Steve and Sam. After months dating, Steve told her he loved her and then told her he had to leave for a couple of days to meet up with Nat for cash and intel. They met up every few weeks and he always came back in a lighter mood.

One time when he returned he asked Y/N for a favor

"I don't want to be separated but Shuri figured out how to remove Bucky's brainwashing and I want you to go help him. Just be a friend. He really likes you and I think it would be good for both of you. You're the only one I can ask, he has bad history with Sam and Nat. I promise I'll come visit when I can."

She looked at him sadly, not wanting to leave the man she had fallen in love with but wanting to make him happy and be his good girl so she went to Wakanda.

Y/N and Bucky became close friends. She didn't mind if he didn't want to talk and they would just be together. If he did want to talk she listened without judgement and she was there for his nightmares. She helped him tend his goats and thought she could have fallen for him if she hadn't met Steve first.

A couple of times a week Steve would call to check up on her but it was always brief because Nat always called him away after a few minutes. He kept promising he would come visit but something always came up.

One day, Shuri showed up at Bucky's hut where Bucky and Y/N were playing chess."I have news, Captain Rogers contacted me and told me to tell you, Thor and Hulk have returned. Asgard was destroyed and all of the Asgardians that survived are here, setting up a home in Norway. New Asgard.

That's not all, the Captain and Tony Stark have worked things out with Gen Ross and Sargeant Barnes is being pardoned. You can go home soon, back to the states but there will be a celebration in New Asgard in a month.

Y/N wondered why Steve didn't call her and went thru Shuri instead but she was trusting and believed he just had too much to do.

Y/N and Bucky spent the next month as they had spent time in the past, strengthening their friendship, enjoying nature and herding goats. They both expected Steve to show up at any time but he never did. He only called once and explained that he was very busy helping Thor and Valkyrie set the new town up. Y/N told him they could help but Steve insisted they stay in Wakanda.

Finally it was time to leave, both of them were excited at being reunited with Steve but also nervous at meeting a whole new group of people.

Steve came in the quinjet to pick them up and after a quick hug and kiss on the cheek he spent the rest of the flight talking to Bucky. Y/N realized they were best friends but she had hoped for a better reunion with her love. She sat alone trying to talk herself down from the anxiety that was building up.

When they arrived in New Asgard the whole team was there to greet them. Nat and Bruce were wrapped around each other while Wanda and Vision were holding hands. Steve was suddenly in a bad mood right after they landed and left saying he just needed to work it off. Nat disappeared shortly after.

Thor gave Y/N a fond greeting and introduced her to Val. They took her and Bucky to a dressmaker to create Asgardian style robes for the celebration the next night. Steve didn't come to see her at all so she figured he was still busy helping and she stayed up talking to Bucky until they were both exhausted and fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Chapter 2

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