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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 161 -162
Welcome to Weeks 161 & 162
A/N: I just want to thank everyone who gave me recommendations for new authors and mutual authors fanfics. I found so many authors that I already have a list for next week! 💜
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
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Inferno - (Andy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight
Ari Oneshot - @biteofcherry
Opening the heart - (Wanda x Victor Von Doom) - @nekoannie-chan
Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 16 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
The Root of all Ransom - Part 4 - (Ransom x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly
Though I Have Never Read It - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim
Threadbare - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly
The Barracuda - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Love in Lace - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Light It Up - (Curtis x Reader) - @navybrat817
What Happens in Vegas - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Before you - Normal ending - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld
A (not) good cake slice - (Wanda x Steve) - @nekoannie-chan
Taking It All - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Love, Love, Love - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista
Want you to want me - (Ari x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes
Under the Clouds - (Lee x Reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway
Ari Drabble - @late-to-the-party-81
Ex-factor - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Lee Bodecker Oneshot - @lunarbuck
Close Quarters - (Jake x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Playing With Fire - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista
On My Mind - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer
"Are we friends?" "I don't think so" - @nekoannie-chan
No One, But Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
Bathtime - (Curtis x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic
Meet Me at Our Spot - (Andy x Reader) - @geniedetails
Open Up - (Ari x Black! Reader) - @galatially
Shades of Gray - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today
3 Billion Divorce - Part 5 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival
Collared part 18 - @spnexploration
Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 5 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
Hands off - Part 5 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia
Twice (Nick x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers
And Mine You Shall Be - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art
No One Special - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn
Should've - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings
Breakfast in Bed - @fluffyprettykitty
Sign the Dotted Line - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817
Special Delivery - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @xxindiglow
staying in - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes
Destroyer!Chris drabble - @biteofcherry
Midnight Surprise - (Bucky x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor
40’s!Bucky Drabble - @pellucid-constellations
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Armchair
Pairing: Victor von Doom X Witch!Reader.
Word count: 401 words.
Summary: You tried to not use magic to assemble your new armchair.
Warnings: Magic.
A/N: This is my gift for @rodtsssss-blog. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RODRI!
You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.
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Victor von Doom looked curiously at the package he had just taken, the sender was you, but he found it strange that you had asked for it to come to him instead of your home.
He didn't know what it was, but his suspicions were high when he saw the shipping address. He knew you were a witch and that this might be a magical item. You weren't good at modern technology so it was very strange to him so what could it be?
He wondered what you had bought as the products you used to use were not sold just like that in the supermarkets in town or at least not the ones he knew about.
He looked at the seal on the box, it was your magic symbol, there wasn't much doubt that the package was for you. He began to open the box with a large fork and slowly knowing well how dangerous it could be to open it unprepared, and when he peeled off the last layers of paper, what he found was an electric chair. He stared at the chair confused, you had never asked for something like this before, but now he feared he had messed things up, maybe it was a gift for him and he had already opened it.
He was startled when he heard you, and then he asked you about the chair.
“I thought it was nice," you replied. You raised your arms a little, you would put it together with your magic.
“You don't need magic to put it together, it's very simple, you just have to follow the instructions," Victor said when he saw you.
“No, it's not easy. "
“Come on, you can try. "
You made a grimace, but you would try, you started to see the instructions, even if he said that you had to follow the instructions.
You grimaced, but you would try, you started to look at the instructions, and even though he said they were simple, after almost an hour, you managed to finish it.
“You saw it wasn't that hard... "
The armchair somehow fell apart.
“I give up if you want to assemble it yourself," you answered.
“I... I... have things to do in my lab," he immediately left.
“I knew it wasn't going to work “and with a wave of your hand, you put it together, magic never failed you.
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Welcome to our blog?
We two random people have decided to form this group project where we write drabbles and oneshots for a variety of fandoms that we are both in.
You can request for one of us in particular to write a work, if you feel so inclined.
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Writes for: M/M, N/N, N/M, F/M, male reader and gender neutral reader, smut, fluff, angst, second and third person.
Characters/Fandoms:
Peter Parker (MCU)
Moon Knight (MCU)
DBH
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Our life: beginnings and always
Miraculous ladybug
The Arcana
Doki Doki Literature Club
Demon slayer
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Eddie Brock (MCU)
Euphoria
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Kurt Wagner (comics)
Victor Von Doom (comics)
Frank Castle (comics, general)
Eddie Brock (comics)
Dead By Daylight
Detroit: Become Human
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For Your Own Good | Victor von Doom
✦ pairing — Victor Von Doom x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 900-ish
✦ request — i was hoping if you could do a plus sized reader on their period, always have bad cramps & maybe victor could make it all better?
✦ warnings — mentions of food, a tiny bit of comedy, Victor is petty but loving, fluff.
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You scrolled down your phone, looking for something that caught your eye and finally drove you to switch to another TV show.
The one playing on the flatscreen bored you half an hour ago, and you weren’t about to move to go back to the menu where you would have to make a choice.
The door was softly pushed open. It could only be Victor or a servant, and by the weight of the steps against the carpet, it was your partner.
He set a tray on the bedside table, prompting you to lock your phone and look up at him. Since when did he carry trays to the bedroom?
He knew you well, he could read your body language and every little nuance in your face. “I brought you food, my love.”
“I don’t wanna move.”
“It’s soup,” he said, as though the fact that it was soup would automatically make you change your mind.
Victor placed your lap desk on the empty side of the bed —his side— and caressed your cheek with his knuckles. “I’ll help you sit up.”
“I don’t need soup, Victor!”
He sighed. “It’s nutritious and hydrating.”
“It’s hot, I don’t want hot soup.”
“Stay here.”
As if you had any desire to move. You picked your phone up again and continued idly scrolling down the same app.
Victor was back rather quickly, with a bigger bowl in his grasp.
He held the big bowl between his forearm and chest and took the bowl of soup with his other hand. Slowly, he set the bowl of soup inside the big bowl.
The sound of the ceramic setting against ice made you drop your phone and sit up. He rested the bowls on the bedside table and offered you a spoon. “Let me—"
“Victor... oh my God.” You twisted your body and pulled the bowl of soup out of the ice. “Are you crazy?”
“You didn’t want hot soup.”
”You’re so petty.”
Victor set your lap desk on your lap and gently took the bowl of soup from your grasp to set it on the desk. He reached for the napkin and cutlery in the tray and offered them to you.
Resigned, you took the napkin and unrolled it. Dropping the spoon in the bowl of soup, you set the napkin on your thigh.
“I could spoon-feed you...”
“I’m not a child.”
“I wasn’t trying to insinuate you were one.”
He sat across from you, making you company in silence. His intense gaze couldn't be counted as silence, not to you — the worry in his gaze felt heavy and you almost snorted. It wasn't the first time you had your period around him; it wouldn't be the last.
The soup was delicious, you would mention it to the chef later. You refused to swallow your pride and tell Victor so, yet you couldn't possibly be ungrateful. "Thank you," you mumbled. “Can I lay down again?”
Frowning, he stood up and moved the lap desk away. “Are the cramps that bad?”
“Yeah. I took painkillers earlier, but you know...”
His low hum let you know he would say something you wouldn't like. “Would you like to take a walk?”
It would be good for you, walks were little blessings most of the time, but realistically, who wanted to go on a walk when they were on their period? Certainly not you. “Later?”
He was happy it wasn’t a no. “May I lay down with you?”
“Yes.”
He took off layers of clothing and his shoes, softly sitting on the bed. His attempt to not disturb you was endearing, but you would have understood if he moved more.
“Would you like a massage?”
“I just ate...”
He hummed. “I'll just put my arms around you, then.”
You could work with that. Leaning into his touch, you found the warmth of his embrace soothing.
It would be his fault if you fell asleep yet you didn’t voice such a thing so he wouldn’t stop you from taking a nap.
"Where's your heating pad?"
You whined. "I don't know."
"Love..." He withdrew his arms from your body, making you whine again —this time louder—, and swiftly left the bed.
You followed him with your eyes, wondering what he was up to.
He opened and closed drawers, huffing to himself and mumbling things under his breath. "Ha," he exclaimed once he found what he was looking for.
His broad back didn't let you see what it was, but you didn't need to be a Victor-level genius to know it was a heating pad. It couldn't be yours, though.
"Good thing I bought two," he said in a chastising tone as he plugged the heating pad into the outlet between the bed and your bedside table.
You looked away from him. "I think I left it at my mom's."
"It's fine," he assured you, handing you the control so you'd set your preferred level of heat.
Victor came back to bed, laying on his side as he caressed your arm. "You need to stay active once the cramps get better," he reminded you. "It's for your own good."
With a sigh, you admitted, "I know."
He kissed your arm before getting closer to you. "May I hold you?"
"You don't have to ask."
He draped his arm over your front, careful not to touch the heating pad, while his other forearm rested near the back of your head against your pillow.
"Was your day okay?" you asked.
"Would you like to hear about it?"
You hummed. "I might fall asleep, but yes."
"That's the idea," he softly said.
You both met your end of the deal, he went on and on about everything he did and you fell asleep with your back against his chest, soothed by his voice and the heat from the pad.
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Satan’s Angel
Johnny Storm x WOC!Reader
Summary: She was hidden from the world at the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?
warnings: language, blood, violence, mentions of medical problems. mentions of needles, abuse and torture. 18+
WC: 2.2K
masterlist I Chapter 2
So I wrote this ack in my Quotev days, and I decided to edit it - because it was atrociously written. And I’m now posting it on here so I hope you enjoy my loves
-619x
The world has never been in my favour, I realise that now.
I should’ve realised it years ago.
But standing here looking my estranged brother in the eyes; I finally realise that the world has led me on a path that had to end this way, no matter how hard I tried to swerve and dodge the upcoming circumstance, I would always end up staring at my brothers empty eyes, with my hand deep in his chest.
Killing him. Killing my brother.
She sat there, waiting for the pain to embrace her like a long-lost cousin. She knew it was time; her heart was spasming, she could hardly breathe. Her eyes were watery, tears sliding down her face.
Yet she sat there at the edge of her bed staring out the window that occupied the whole wall opposite her bed. She could see the mountains from her bed so clearly. It was as if she was there.
If she was there.
Her chest moved erratically, her cheeks soaked with tears, yet she sat calmly; pondering, wondering, daydreaming about a life outside these four walls that kept her trapped in her own mind.
A mind that kept her sane and crazy all at the same time. She would dream up stories of a handsome young prince saving her with a fiery kiss. Or most times it was a nightmare, a world made of purple skies and vibrant green grass, set aflame; with bodies lying across the ground as she ran with some man, her hand in his so he wouldn’t lose her, the other hand on her belly housing a precious creature. She never got the end of the nightmare because she would wake up just before a monster jumped on top of her.
She would always jolt up, sweat weighing heavy on her skin, a scream rising up her throat along with bile and the feeling on nostalgia. She hated how she knew the place she was dreaming of yet couldn’t place a finger on it.
Before she could ponder anymore, she felt the first flicker of pain, it started at the bottom of her spine, and oh-so painfully started to spread across the rest of her rigid body. She drew in a ragged breath as the pain wrapped a hand around her heart and squeezed. She clenched her eyes shut tight and tried soothe her breathing, but the hand around her heart squeezed harder. She gasped out in pain and rolled forward; landing on the floor on her knees as her hand started to scrape at her chest, desperately trying to remove the hand off of her heart. It was as if it was laughing at her attempts because next thing she knew, the hand squeezed so hard she fell forward onto her hand and screamed.
She screamed so loudly, black dots clouded her vision and danced around her. Her throat felt sore, but she didn’t stop.
She couldn’t.
Her body shook as sobs replaced the screaming in a matter of seconds. She hated this, for the past eight years it just seems to be getting worse. Ever since she surpassed her sixteenth birthday, all it has ever been was pain, pain and pain. It was tenfold as worse as it used to be. Before her sixteenth birthday it was like a build up to the pain she was feeling now. Minor headaches, to migraines, to temperatures either too hot or too cold. No one knew what was wrong with her. Not even the best doctors’ money could buy. And if it wasn’t for Victor she wouldn’t be here, with round the clock care to make sure she is okay, she knew that he loved her even though he wasn’t around as much as he used to be. She knew.
Of course, he loves you. Your all he’s got, and vice-versa.
The thoughts echoed around her head, bouncing painfully off her head.
The vibrations of the floor let her know that the people were on their way. Moments later she felt her body being lifted from the floor, she felt herself slump against the broad chest of some man, she given up fighting against the pain and just let it take over her system. She couldn’t stop the tears, the echoed the lack of control she had over her own body as the gushed down her paling face.
“Hush now, close your eyes. I’ve got you.” The deep voice vibrated through her body, it felt oddly familiar and through all the pain she managed to look up into the familiar blue eyes of her brother.
“Vic- “her words fell short as she lost the energy to speak, instead she used all her energy to place her hand onto his smooth cheek.
“Hush, it’s okay. I’m here now.” With that statement she let her eyes roll to the back of her head, as the pain drowned her in its last tidal wave.
Victor released a long ‘huff’ as he stopped at another traffic light. He regretted coming back to New-York at 14:00 pm when the streets would be busy with the afternoon rush. He rhythmically tapped his fingers against the arms rest and looked on through the divider, he smirks as he saw his driver’s hand gripping the wheel tightly out of frustration too.
His attention was quickly drawn to his phone when he heard the ringtone brake through the silence in the car; reaching into his jacket he removed his phone from the inside pocket of his black Louis Vuitton suit jacket.
‘Her vitals are erratic again; she’s going to go into Comatose. But I think it’s best if you came over. You can get the samples you need.’
The text message was all he needed for him to clear his throat and say;
“Michael, turn back around to the airport, please. We’re going to visit my sister.” With a nod from Michael, the car was swiftly turned around and quickly driven back to the airport. He sent a text to his pilot, telling him to ready the helicopter that will bring him to the facility he has in the Alps, which is coincidentally where he is keeping his sister.
Victors blue eyes grew stormy as he remembered how much pain his sister has been through in the past few years, the undiagnosed tantrums her body would throw sent his sister into an unbreakable cycle of pain and then unconsciousness. He knew deep down that one day she’ll have an episode that she won’t concur.
He remembers the first time it happened; he was stepping through his front door. He barley even had time to take his jacket off before he heard a scream that made his blood curl, rushing upstairs he was met with a sight that had the breath taken out of him, there hunched on the bed was his sister.
Head clasped between her hands, nails digging into her skin as if she was trying to peel her own skin off, her lower face was covered in blood from her nose, and her eyes were screaming for help, for an escape that she was so desperately seeking.
Victor rushed forward and attempted to prise her hands off her head. But was met with a force that had him crashing into wall next to the door. He looked up and saw his sister looking at him with unnatural black eyes and a hand pointed towards him with her palm open. Her eyelids fluttered before they were back to their normal hue.
“Help me…” her voice came out hoarse and timid before she convulsed onto the ground.
Surging forward Victor managed to catch her head just in time before it hit the corner of the bed frame. His vision was blurry as he looked at his sister, her head cradled in his lap as he tried to steady her from the excessive shaking.
His ears picked up the sirens and then the sound of the door getting thrown open as paramedics came rushing upstairs.
Yet he couldn’t move, his body wasn’t registering what was actually happening.
Their voices all became mumbled as he watched them pry her out of his grip, he tried to speak but his mouth wouldn’t move it just stayed there, hanging open like a fool.
He continued to stare at the group of paramedics struggling to hold his sister still as he felt two pairs of hands under his arms to haul him up.
‘Come on son.’ The voice sounded so distant and foreign to him as he let the two strangers support his weight as it appeared his own legs couldn’t do that. He hazily watched as the world around him moved without some much of a struggle. Next thing he knew he was sat on the curb with a blanket wrapped around him. Apparently for the shock.
Fuck that.
His head snapped to the side as he heard the shouting of the paramedics as the rushed his unconscious sister out of the house; one split off from the group and came over to him.
“Are you the boyfriend?” Victor shook his head, eyes trained on his sisters’ body being hauled into the back of the ambulance.
“Brother,” he managed to rasp out.
“Okay then that’s even better. Can you tell me anything about her?” His eyes stayed trained on his sister as the paramedics sorted her out in the back, the doors were wide open so he could see what they were doing.
“Yeah, yeah.” He numbly nodded. Half listening to what the man was saying.
“Any mental illness, inherited disorders from the family?” Victor continued to shake his head; the man continued asking questions, but they all had the same answer. A shake of the head from Victor Von-Doom.
“Okay can you tell me how old she is?” Victor looked down at his Rolex, his eyebrows furrowed in sadness when he realised what day it was. The watch read back 03:45am.
“October 31st, she turned sixteen forty-five minutes ago.” He finally looked over at the paramedic and noticed how young he really was, said paramedics face contorted into a look of unease. Victor sent him a look of confusion which lead to the boy looking away.
“Sorry sir, it’s just three am is considered the ‘witching hour’ in my religion, and it clashes with it being Halloween today as well- ‘the paramedic turned around and noticed the look on Victors face and cleared his throat- ‘Sorry sir. Happy birthday to her, you can ride with her if you wish.”
And with that the young boy scurried off.
Looking out the window, Victor noticed they were about to touch down on the landing pad. Exhaling unsteadily, he rolled his shoulders back preparing himself what was to come.
If only he knew.
The steady, rhythmic beeping of the EKG machine soothed Victors heart as he stood by the window and looked out onto the scenery that was suspiciously calming. Now he understood why his sister made him replace the tiny window for this huge one. It was once a wall, but with the extra light and the view it made the room less constricting, less likely of a panic attack for her.
“Hey.” The soft voice barley reached his ears, but he heard it and he couldn’t be happier. Spinning around he marched to her side and plonked himself down onto the chair that he’d been sat in for the past fourteen hours.
“Name?”
“(Y/N) Von-Doom. Victor?”
“No, Birthday?”
“Monday, October Thirty-first, three am. Victor please.”
“Favourite person in the world?”
“Steve Harvey.”
“Hey, what happened to it being me”
“You wouldn’t shut up. Your making my head hurt Victor.” She raised a hand to rub her temple, only to hiss in pain as her muscles burned. Tears clouded her vison as she remembered what happened.
“Did anyone get hurt?” She was met with a ‘no’ from her brother. She mumbled a response that Victor couldn’t hear. He watched her as she looked out the window; eyes glassed over and distant, like she was somewhere else.
“I can’t do this anymore,” her voice was quiet, lacking emotion. It caused Victors heart to beat faster. He couldn’t let her go. Not now.
“(Y/N)?”
“I mean, here. Here in this room. Because these episodes are getting stronger, I can feel it. I probably won’t survive the next one. Or fuck, the one after that. Who knows Victor. I need to leave, get out of here. I don’t care where, I just need to leave.” Her sobs grew louder as did the EKG machine, he tried to soothe her, but it only grew worse.
Doctors and nurse appeared in a matter of minutes, they checked the vitals and the machine only to see her hysterically crying.
“Ma’am, you need to calm down for me please.” The nurse’s voice was sweet, almost taunting to (Y/N). She sighed when the girls crying grew louder. Nodding towards the older man in a pair of grey scrubs she quickly caught (Y/N)’s attention as the Doctor came forward and injected her with a mild sedative.
With in seconds the room grew quite as they all watched (Y/N)’s eyes close slowly.
Just before she went completely under; Victor cupped her cheek.
“I need you. So, I promise I’ll find out what’s going on. You’ll get out of here soon. I promise.”
He watched her eyes close completely and looked out of the window, leaning back against the chair he spoke one last time before closing his eyes:
“I promise.”
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Chapter 2
#johnny storm#johnny storm x reader#fantastic four#reed richards#ben grimm#victor von doom#marvel#WOC#POC#Female!reader#angst#satan's angel
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I’ve always had an issue with Marvel stating that M is 5’7 when there are several panels of her standing shoulder-to-shoulder with people who are 5’11 or 6’0. She should be much taller and I appreciate Doctor Doom pointing that out. ☺️
X-Factor (2005) #202
#monet st. croix#m#susan storm#invisible woman#victor von doom#doctor doom#welovegreatwriters#x-factor#x-men#x-reader#marvel#comics
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🍄 Zemo with Kiss promt #22. It gives me pride and prejudice vibes and like I was standing in the rain today so why not XD Congrats again on 1k!!! Can't wait to see more of you work! 😊
Thank you so much!!! I suddenly had inspiration for this idea and I’m really glad I got it down before I forgot about it lol. I hope you enjoy it!
Another Timeline, A Helmut Zemo x Baroness!Reader Drabble
Prompt: Kisses In The Rain with Helmut Zemo
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of the Sokovia Disaster
Word Count: 1100~
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You had been feet from death when the roof caved in.
No, not feet.
Inches.
Huddled together with Heinrich and Carl, you had only made it out of the house seconds before a massive chunk of rubble had dropped down and destroyed the entire front room. If you’d been even a few seconds slower while leaving, or if you’d chosen to try to go back for your phone, all three of you would have been dead, but spectacularly, you had made it. There was nothing left to do then but hold your son close and pile into Heinrich’s ill-suited Lamborghini as you made your way as far away from the ruins of Novi Grad as you could.
In the end, you’d stopped at the nearest big city almost 3 hours after watching your home crumble to dust under a chunk of the capitol where your husband had been stationed. Catatonic, you’d made your way to an emergency relief center the locals had set up and then came the waiting. Two whole days of nothing but waiting.
It rained the whole time.
The people were welcoming, of course, most of them happy to give up blankets or rations for the Sokovian royal family, but you declined their assistance where you could. At least you knew when the last hot meal you’d eaten was before this hell on earth. The people out here… well, you couldn’t say the same. Besides, you were far too anxious to eat or sleep anyways, so you passed any food you could on to your son or your father-in-law. There was something a bit more pressing you needed to do.
Every day, from the crack of dawn until you finally passed out, you sat camped out by the one small radio that the camp had said up in the central tent, listening to the officials list off the names of those found dead after the disaster. Heinrich insisted that it wasn’t good for you, that the three of you should just drive over the border to Latveria and take shelter with the Von Dooms, but you refused to leave, because there, bundled in a shock blanket, you were waiting to hear Helmut’s name. “If he looks for us, he’ll look for us here,” you insisted, and so you stayed, all three of you, huddled together at the side of that radio as you tried to assure your son that everything would be okay.
Only at the end of the second day did you rise from your spot to try to gather up some more supplies from another tent.
It was just before sundown, though with the heavy cloud cover from a mix of precipitation and dust you could barely tell the difference between night and day anymore. By lamplight, you passed the huddled masses in search of a supply table or organizer of some kind. That’s when you heard his voice.
“Do you have a list of all the people taking shelter here?”
You didn’t trust your ears at first. In the darkness, it could have been any Sokovian man searching for his family. Above you, the rain fell in heavy, mucky drops that settled on your skin and streaked it with the remnants of the debris that hung heavy in the clouds. It was a trick of the night, that’s all.
“I’m sorry, sir, but-”
“Please. I have a wife and a son, their faces are known to the public, I just need to know if anyone has seen them here,”
In an instant, you froze. Could it be?
“Baron, is that you?”
That was the catalyst. You whipped around and there, in the gaudy white glow of an emergency camping lantern at a check-in table about 10 feet away, was Helmut. He looked awful, with dirt smeared across his face and uniform and tears in his eyes. Seeing him again, though, in any state made your heart stop. He was alive.
Your sudden pause must have caught his attention because in a second his eyes were on yours and he was running at a full sprint towards you through the mud. A soft sob escaped your lips as he captured you once again in his arms and pressed a desperate kiss to your lips. It didn’t matter that your house was nothing more than a pile of rubble. In Helmut’s arms, you were home. So you kissed him. You kissed him good and hard and breathless despite the black rain that poured above you until you couldn’t kiss him anymore.
“Schatz, I-” he gasped, wet hair dripping long dark streaks of water down his face that almost masked his tears, “Carl? Is he...”
“Safe,” you nodded, “He’s safe and so is your father. They’re just inside that tent,” As you spoke, you gestured off in their direction.
“Mien Gott... Y/N I came back to the house and it was nothing but dust. I searched for you, for your bodies, for days…”
“We’re safe, Helmut. All of us are safe,” Your whole body seemed to tremble as you brought a hand up to his cheek. He relished in your touch, pressed into it, craved it and needed it like he needed sleep or air. For the first time in days, you felt halfway conscious of the fact that you had barely eaten or slept. It still didn’t matter though, not when you had just come back together.
Something dark crossed Helmut’s features as he looked away from your face. “The Avengers and their hubris have destroyed our country, our people, our home… I can’t let them simply get away with this. They’ll pay for what they’ve done to us,”
Slowly, you guided his face and gaze back to your own. It grounded him, gave him something to focus on other than the tremendous grief and loss that surrounded you on every side. “Once we’re somewhere safe and dry, we can ask Victor what can be done to hold them accountable, but for now can’t we simply be grateful that we’re all together again? For me?”
He nodded, pulling you in for another, softer kiss. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Schatzi,”
“Nothing good,” you murmured against his lips before pulling back, “Now, it’s time to go see your son,”
Hand in hand, you trudged through the muck towards your future, thoughts of what could have been fully resigned to the back of your minds. Vengeance could wait, for now, you needed peace, and that was what you were going to get.
#jacs big 1000 follower party#zemo#helmut zemo#baron zemo#baron helmut zemo#zemo x reader#helmut zemo x reader#baron zemo x reader#baron helmut zemo x reader
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Marvel Ships, 2021
A comprehensive guide of raw data on Marvel ships (MCU, FOX X-Men, and comics) based on AO3 # of romantic fanfics.
I have made this list to clear up misconceptions and improve awareness of the preferences of the Marvel Fanbase. This list is arranged for maximum comparison ability and easy referencing.
Also: the establishment of "canon" couples and friends is based on how often they are referenced as such by both movies and comics on AO3. Therefore, Nat/Bucky and Nat/Bruce are both treated as equally canon couples, as AO3 Nat/Bucky fanfics are often written using comic canon.
Legend:
Actual canon heterosexual couple
Actual canon queer couple
Deeply hated rival/nemesis
Conflicted feelings ex-friend/rival/enemy
Friends should kiss more often, just sayin’
No canon reason, it just sounds cool
No canon reason, but it fulfills my kink, don’t shame me
Notes on the Legend: Which ships go under which category is entirely based on my criteria of why their audience likes the ship. Instead of having a category for "problematic" ships, I would rather have the categories based on if the characters fulfill a kink for the reader or if they are hated enemies and that conflict excites the reader. What constitutes as "problematic" is entirely subjective conjecture. Some of these kinky ships you may find problematic, but some of these enemy ships you may not find problematic.
1. Cap/Peggy: 5,693
2. Cap/Bucky: 53,142
3. Bucky/Tony: 5,233
4. Cap/Tony: 39,189
5. Pepper/Tony: 18,943
6. JARVIS/Tony: 431
7. Bruce/Tony: 4,696
8. Loki/Tony: 10, 488
9. Loki/Thor: 13,357
10. Thor/Jane: 5,367
11. Thor/Cap: 1,303
12. Cap/Natasha: 5,048
13. Bruce/Natasha: 2,971
14. Bucky/Natasha: 5,014
15. Darcy/Natasha: 454
16. Darcy/Bucky: 2,731
17. Darcy/Cap: 3,054
18. Darcy/Tony: 316
19. Darcy/Thor: 176
20. Darcy/Loki 1,558
21. Darcy/Jane: 215
22. Darcy/Clint: 1,093
23. Clint/Natasha: 11,686
24. Clint/Laura Barton: 2,054
25. Clint/Pietro: 830
26. Clint/Phil Coulson: 10,813
27. Phil Coulson/Melinda May: 3,448
28. Melinda May/Grant Ward: 145
29. Daisy Johnson/Grant Ward: 2,198
30. Jemma/Daisy: 1,751
31. Fitzsimmons: 7,484
32. Fitz/Daisy: 203
33. Daisy Johnson/Phil Coulson: 1,997
34. Phil Coulson/Tony Stark: 268
35. Steven Strange/Tony Stark: 5,404
36. Baron Mordo/Steven Strange: 150
37. Loki/Steven Strange: 451
38. Steven Strange/Everett Ross: 156
39. Everett Ross/T’Challa: 185
40. T’Challa/Nakia: 308
41. T’Challa/Storm: 89
42. M’Baku/T’Challa: 140
43. T’Challa/Killmonger: 552
44. Killmonger/Shuri: 35
45. Peter Parker/Shuri: 161
46. Peter/Harry Osborn: 1,197
47. Peter/Mary Jane Watson 774
48. Peter/Gwen Stacy: 795
49. Peter/Matt Murdock: 290
50. Matt/Foggy: 2,392
51. Matt/Karen: 883
52. Karen/Frank: 1,911
53. Matt & Jessica Jones (as friends): 241
54. Luke Cage/Jessica Jones: 289
55. Carol Danvers/Jessica Drew: 233
56. Jessica Drew/Peter Parker: 21
57. Mysterio/Peter: 723
58. Venom/Peter: 122
59. Peter/Deadpool: 7,678
60. Cable/Deadpool: 752
61. Scott Summers/Jean Grey: 1,117
62. Scott Summers/Logan: 1,022
63. Victor Creed/Logan: 169
64. Victor Creed/Mystique: 13
65. Beast/Mystique: 650
66. Beast/Havoc: 478
67. Havoc/Polaris: 53
68. Magneto/Mystique: 287
69. Rogue/Magneto: 31
70. Rogue/Gambit: 637
71. Erik/Charles: 15,380
72. Erik/Magda: 347
73. Wanda/Vision: 3,607
74. Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau: 878
75. Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan: 1,750
76. America Chavez/Kate Bishop: 491
77. Carol/Yon-Rogg: 250
78. Carol Danvers/Peter Parker: 103
79. Carol Danvers/Peter Quill: 18
80. Quill/Ronan the Accuser: 106
81. Quill/Gamora: 1,665
82. Nebula/Gamora (as lovers): 105
83. Quill/Tony Stark: 309
84. Victor von Doom/Tony Stark: 117
85. Doom/Susan Storm: 24
86. Susan Storm/Johnny Storm: 17
87. Peter Parker/Johnny Storm: 888
88. Johnny/Reed: 42
89. Susan/Reed: 294
90. Doom/Reed: 126
91. Doom/Loki: 141
92. Loki/Wanda: 74
93. Wanda/Agatha: 58
94. Wanda/Pietro: 377
95. Wanda/Natasha: 955
96. Natasha/Carol: 262
97. Carol/Wanda: 87
98. Wanda/Bucky: 449
99. Sam/Bucky: 3,866
100. Zemo/Bucky: 43
This concludes my exhaustive look into the tastes and preferences of the Marvel Fanbase.
Stats:
Out of 100 ships, how many ships are:
Canon hetero: 26
Canon queer: 1
Enemies: 15
Conflicted: 10
Friends: 23
Just Seem Cool: 17
Kinky: 8
Out of 27canon couples, how many times was there a fan-preferred alternative: 17.
Which canon couples do more fans prefer over ships alternatives:
Fitzsimmons
Susan and Reed Richards
Quill and Gamora
Rogue and Gambit
Frank Castle and Karen
Luke Cage and Jessica Jones
Wanda and Vision
Scott Summers and Jean Grey
Beast and Mystique
Teddy and Billy
How many ships have more than 1,000 fanfics: 37
Out of the Top 37, how many ships are:
Canon hetero: 12 (32%)
Canon queer: 1 (3%)
Enemies: 3 (8%)
Conflicted: 6 (16%)
Friends: 9 (24%)
Just Seem Cool: 5 (14%)
Kinky: 2 (6%)
With bold for categories that increased and italics for decreases from the percentages of the original 100. It seems like the most common ships in Marvel tend to be canon, friends to lovers and conflicted feelings to lovers more often that the spicier enemies to lovers and kinky ships.
It is at this point that I realized that I forgot one important ship, and it is such an egregious error on my part that I almost felt ashamed. I say almost because knowing this ship exists proves I have no shame.
· Peter Parker/Tony Stark (as lovers): 7,168
· Peter Parker & Tony Stark (as mentor/protégé): 20,928
So, I'll make a second post that is just the Top 25, with more friendships added. Friendships are a difficult measure to use, as people will tag romance stories as also friendship stories, as if they can't understand the difference... But, its not so wholly inaccurate that it doesn't give some insight.
#marvel ships#mcu ships#fandom#shipping wars#shipping#pro shipping#stucky#stony#science bros#thunderfrost#ironfrost#ironspider#pepperony#wandavision#charles x erik
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Battle Of Wit
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Word Count: 3,053
Summary: Stephen realizes after your most recent battle that he can't lose you, no matter the circumstance. He's just... terrible at expressing his feelings properly.
Author’s Ramblings: thank the single cup of coffee i drank that drove me this fucking wild to write all of this at 3 am the other day,, i really owe it to u Folgers Coffee (and lest we forget the OBCR album of Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812 for being there for me to scream)
Warnings: kinda angsty at the beginning,, but then soft!!! you just gotta push through the fighting!!
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“I had it under control—”
“No, you didn’t, actually,” Stephen seethed, cutting you off smoothly as he opened a portal that led into one of the Sanctum’s rooms that was designated to hold the Eye of Agamotto. “You didn’t have anything under control.��
You scoffed as you walked through the static ring, Stephen soon following after you before the portal snapped shut. He was quick to send his cloak flying off his shoulders to the door that was open leading into the New York Sanctum, walking ahead of you to properly place the Eye where it belonged.
So what, you’d gotten in on his fight? Sure you ended up with a few scratches and bruises, but you won, didn’t you?
“I think you’ll find I did, Stephen. Who was the one who was out of commission because they were helping Wong?”
You knew it was a low blow, but you’re trying to make a point here.
Stephen turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, letting his gaze zero in on your form. “I had it. I just had to get Wong to help with a—”
“You can make all the excuses you want!” You exclaimed, holding your arms out in exasperation. “You just don’t want to admit that I helped you out.”
You watched Stephen tense up as he turned his head back to the task he had in front of him. The Eye was officially off of his body and in his hands, held in mid-air as he stopped placing it on it’s small podium to hear you speak.
“Me, someone with mediocre skills in the Mystic Arts but exceptional skill with defeating arrogant, asshole doctor’s who don’t seem to know how to admit they need help.”
The laugh that Stephen was emitting made your stomach twist with fear, but you stood your ground. Your words and his laughter lingered between you two for a long time as he took his time placing the Eye on it's small podium. You tried to brace yourself for what was to come.
You knew what you did was stupid. You've understood that at this point, having the guilt start to claw its way up to your throat to take back what you said. But you had to keep reminding yourself that you were also right. Yes, you were running on pure adrenaline when you finished the fight—which you didn't expect to do. Your hand is still pulsating with pain from the final blow for chrissakes! You're shocked you even put some of your fighting to use—
"If I needed help out there," Stephen started lowly, finally turning to face you completely. His jaw was clenched tightly due to his rising anger, you assumed. He looked... terrifying in this moment. You know you shouldn't feel this way about your significant other ever in a relationship - but this wasn't a normal relationship. "I would have asked."
His voice was almost like cleaning your wounds. Painful, stinging pain that made you flinch the second it touched the open skin. Almost like you were grinding salt into it.
Stephen wasn't happy. Not at all.
"Really? You would have?" You questioned rhetorically. "Because out there, just 20 minutes ago, you didn't."
"Because I needed Wong to do the spell to finish Doom off!" Stephen shouted. You couldn't help but take few steps back, squaring your shoulders as you took a deep breath. Stephen watched you closely as you stopped to breathe before he just let out a harsh sigh and let his hands run through his hair.
His hands stopped shy of the top of his head to tug at the roots slightly.
"I needed Wong for the spell. I had to step away, that's why I knocked him down. Then you—" Stephen pointed at you accusingly while his other hand pinched the bridge of his nose "—you came in and beat him to a pulp! I'm not saying that I wasn't grateful, as a matter of fact, it was amazing. But you can't just do that!"
"And why not?" You shot back, your own voice starting to rise in volume. "Why can't I? I was saving your ass. Do you want me to just let you get killed?!"
"No, but—"
"He had already blocked your powers once in the fight, Stephen," you seethed, keeping your hands balled tightly at your sides. "What could you have done then?"
You watched Stephen try to find the words to reply before you held your hand up in front of your neck, making a sort of cutting motion in front of it, "nothing. Not even your hands would be able to help you then. I don't even know what Wong's capable of, but we both know he was out of commission after Doom hypnotized him. I was the last resort. I was the one who had to do something to be sure we all didn't end up fucking dead in the Mirror Dimension!"
Your throat ached once you were finished shouting, overworked easily from the emotion that's been bubbling inside of you since you stepped foot in the Sanctum. The tension was thick enough between the two of you to cut it with a knife. You hated these moments with Stephen. You truly did, but the idea of Stephen dying in the hands of Victor von Doom was enough nightmare fuel to keep you up for a few nights for sure. You didn't need to question that.
Taking in a deep breath you tried to calm down the stinging in your eyes, tears threatening to spill over your waterline.
"If you're going to blame me for saving you, then fine. Whatever. But do not think for a second—" you stopped momentarily to try and steady your voice, swallowing thrice before continuing "—that I'd just sit in the sidelines and let you and our friend die."
You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, ignoring the searing pain from your wounds you'd sustained from the fight as your face contorted. Stephen wasn't even looking at you now. He was looking at the ground, jaw still clenched. It was like he was thinking. He reminded you of a character in a video game who has been left idle while the player went out of the room to get something. Regardless, you knew you somehow got through to him. If Wong weren't back at Kamar-Taj getting taken care of after being taken over by Doom's power, he would be on your side. You knew he would, because he wasn't as stubborn as your lover. He knew when to admit defeat, and wouldn't be determined to do it himself.
"You're not alone, Stephen," you started slowly, gently. A few careful steps towards him made you realize that his anger had dissipated a substantial amount. "You can ask for help. I would be there in a heartbeat."
Stephen all but twitched when you finally decided it was okay to place a gentle hand on his forearm that had the fabric of his robes clinging to him.
It was in this moment you realized that the battle was one of the hardest the three of you had attempted to date. None of you had been prepared for Victor von Doom in the slightest. You were flying blind for the most part. Hell, Stephen and Wong didn't even know about Doom's ability to successfully perform mind transference until it happened.
"You.. You..." Trying to find the words you were wanting to say started to become hard. You were quiet for a while after you said that, trying to pick apart your brain to actually speak. "You can pass the weight of the world on your shoulders to me. To Wong. We've both signed up for this Mystic Arts gig just like you."
Stephen stayed silent. You didn't blame him. Now that your anger has dissipated, you really dug into him and the guilt that was absent from your throat had returned in full force.
Regret, you realized. That's what you were feeling. Stephen was a capable sorcerer. He was so goddamn smart, he knew what he was doing. Well, for the most part. You do think what you had done was necessary in the end still, since Doom was already getting back up on his feet as Stephen tried to see how to help Wong.
But everything you'd said definitely felt as if you were belittling Stephen.
You let out a wet laugh, the tears you were holding finally making it past your waterline dreadfully fast. You were just as quick to sniffle and wipe the tears with the heel of your hand, reminding yourself to breathe.
"Could you say something, maybe? I... I feel like I've been talking to a brick wall for the past few minutes, honey."
The nickname is what pulled Stephen out of his... whatever it was. His eyes looked how they usually did when he started crying—glassy, red-rimmed and swollen with tears that had been rolling down his cheeks freely.
You've seen Stephen like this few times in your relationship. And in this moment? You thought it was because of you. Your words you used in the heat of the fight, cutting the man you loved—which you have never openly admitted—deep enough to make tears pull from his tear ducts and roll down his beaten and bruised face.
As if he wasn't hurt enough after this fight.
"S-Stephen I—"
"I love you."
You stopped dead in your tracks. You were about to apologize for most of the things you said, maybe even cry yourself. But.. he just said those three little words that you'd both been toeing around since last month.
It felt like your heart stopped. Then exploded. And then stopped again before slamming hard against your chest. "You.. You what?"
"I," Stephen started again shakily, his hands moving to cup your cheeks in his shaking hands, "love you."
Your heartbeat continued pounding in your ears.
"W-Wait," you cleared your throat and let your hand that was on his forearm fall, carefully tilting your head up to finally make eye contact. "This isn't a joke, right? You're not... You're not just saying this because you and I just had some kind of-of.. of a fight?"
Stephen sniffled quietly then, shaking thumbs swiping at the tears that were still descending down your face gently - almost as if he were handling glass. "I'm serious."
"You love me?" You asked softly. Quietly, filled with all of the emotion you'd held back just mere minutes ago to stand your ground. Stephen was never one to mix work and play—and you thought this was no exception.
"Yes." Stephen's watery laugh filled your ears then. "I love you. That's—That's why I was angry. You.. You risked your life for me and Wong today. It made me realize how easy it could be to lose you. And I don't want that to happen; I never want to lose you."
If this were a normal conversation—between a man and a woman who have been together for a year and a few months—you wouldn't be giggling like an idiot with your vision being clouded with tears. Okay, maybe you would. It just seemed inappropriate to giggle in this moment. You were giggling. Stephen Strange just admitted he loves you. After you've just yelled at him after a battle that rendered one of your friends back in the hands of the healers back at Kamar-Taj.
And he said he loves you.
"You are such an—"
"I know, I know," Stephen said quickly, cutting you off with a dull chuckle as he leaned forwards to press his forehead gently to your own, not caring about the cut on his skin. "I'm an idiot. Your idiot, however."
You let your shoulders droop, finally relieving them from the tension you were still carrying. One of your hands easily cupped Stephen's while the other slowly wrapped around his wrist, trying to get your emotions together to properly respond to your boyfriend's confession.
"You are." You knew your face contorted into a fond look as you squeezed his wrist gently. He huffed out a laugh as the blanket of silence enveloped you comfortably unlike earlier.
"Aren't you gonna say you love me back?" Stephen teased quietly, his eyes flicking down to look at your lips. You snorted and let your eyes fall shut as you leaned some of your weight against him.
"Well—"
"Oh god, here we go," Stephen quipped.
"Hey! I'm trying to pull a I know on you here," you complained playfully, snapping your eyes open to glare at Stephen.
"Sweetheart, as much as I love you, I don't think you'd pull a Leia on me."
You jutted your bottom lip out into a pout, your brows slowly scrunching up as you did so which caused your forehead to bump into Stephen's. He was quick to hiss, pulling his head back from your own to bring a hand up to hover over where his cut was. Your hands were quick to fall from their spots.
"Oh god, I'm sorry!" You exclaimed, laughter trying to cut through your words. "I-I didn't think I would hit it!"
Stephen couldn't help but start laughing with you, trying to hold you back slightly before you went all "doctor mode" on him as you usually would after missions like these. "You're fine! It's fine."
Eventually, your laughter died down into gentle wheezing before you forced your way into Stephen's arms, now cupping his face in your hands to mainly inspect the damage on his face. He had the cut on his forehead that was surrounded with bumps and bruises, as well as a few little scrapes. You sighed gently.
"What am I going to do with you, Stephen?"
Stephen didn't hesitate to let his hands wrap around your waist slowly, as if to test the waters, letting out a hum. "I can think of a few things."
You rolled your eyes then, letting your hands clasp together behind his head to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer once more. You wanted a kiss more than anything at this point, even if you had a bit of a cut lip. A kiss from the man that loved you.
"Stop it. If you think anything R-rated is happening between us tonight, you're dead wrong," you admonished. "We've both got injuries, Stephen."
"C'mon," Stephen urged gently, his hands sliding to flatten at your sides, squeezing your curves under his fingertips, "you've never turned down the shower stuff before."
"Well then today's the day I'm turning it down. Because I'd rather hurt now rather than later."
The face Stephen pulled would have made you laugh if you weren't looking at him so fondly, your mind reeling back to what he said what felt like seconds ago. Those three little words he said were replaying in your head again. Your heart skipped a beat by how giddy you were becoming just by the mere thought of Stephen saying those words to you. It hadn't occurred to you that you were zoned out completely then, Stephen gently saying your name as he shook you a little.
You were quick to blink a bit, letting a smile bloom on your face before you let go of your hands to slide them to his shoulders.
"Say it again," you demanded softly, letting your nails dig into the fabric under your fingertips. "Please."
Stephen definitely didn't get what you meant until your eyes moved from looking up into his own, to looking at his lips. You were thankful he decided to grant your wish when he gently said your name, easily pressing the length of his body against yours.
"I love you."
"I love you too," you replied immediately, your whole heart basically evacuating your body through your words. You loved him. Stephen Strange. The Master of The Mystic Arts. Who ever this man was before, and whoever this man was now, you loved him. That much was evident to the both of you in this moment.
Stephen took a moment to mutter something under his breath before he leaned forward and captured your lips in a searing kiss. As intense as the kiss was, his lips were soft against your own, despite the fact that yours were most definitely weathered from the battle. One of his hands found their spot back on your cheek as Stephen tilted his head to deepen the kiss in the moment before started to pull away to giggle again.
"What?" Stephen questioned quietly. You just shrugged as you kept your eyes shut, feeling Stephen's gaze trail over your face.
"My lips probably feel terrible to you—"
Stephen groaned playfully then, holding back a chuckle. "You need to stop with these one liners when we're having a moment, sweetheart."
"You love me for it!" You exclaimed, opening your eyes now to finally catch the fond look Stephen was giving you.
"I do."
"Does this mean we can get patched up now? As attractive as you look all beaten and... rugged, you should really get cleaned up before something gets infected," you explained, pulling back until Stephen's arms stopped you, gesturing to his whole get up. "I don't need you getting sick again on me."
"Fine. As long as you're the one patching me up, I don't care," Stephen sighed dramatically, letting you go but making sure to grab your hand with his own gently. You grinned at the fact that you didn't have to try and push the offer to him any more than you already did.
You were quick to get up to his height momentarily, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before starting to lead him to the open door that led you two home. In the back of your mind, you knew you would have to have a more adult conversation about earlier once the two of you have rested and cleaned up a bit later in the evening. This wasn't just something you could ignore easily after a heartfelt confession. But you weren't as afraid as you were when the argument started.
Because he loved you. That's all you needed to remember as you headed into this new stage of your relationship with Stephen Strange.
#stephen strange x reader#doctor strange x reader#stephen strange imagine#doctor strange imagine#stephen strange#doctor strange#marvel fanfiction#stephen strange fanfiction#marvel imagine#marvel writer#mcu imagine#marvel angst#rachael writes
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August Sneak Peak
I don't wanna (Steve Rogers X Reader)
A different celebration (Wanda Maximoff & Clint Barton)
Weird place (Steve Rogers X Reader)
Affectionate gesture (Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt)
Opening the heart (Wanda Maximoff X Victor von Doom)
A (not) good cake slice (Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers)
"Are we friends?" "I don't think so" (Ororo Munroe & Lorna Dane)
Stuffed animals (The divine pairing)
Bewitchment crossroads (Morgan le Fay X Stephen Strange)
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The Hero’s Doctor
Pairing: Supreme Strange x Female Reader
Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance
Summary: You never thought you’d see Stephen Strange again. Ever since he broke your heart by breaking up with you after he accidentally called you Christine, you had made sure to lose every trace of him. Since his rise to being a hero you’ve continued working at Metro General, becoming a supervising doctor. Your work pays off when you get invited to a mayoral campaign party for Victor Von Doom. What happens when you bump into the newly dubbed Sorcerer Supreme? Will your romance rekindle or will there forever be a rift between you two?
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Masterlist
All my fics are available in english and french
Irondad 👨👦
Don’t take him away from me
Suspended moment
Bucky 💪
Dance with me, doll (40′s Bucky/Reader)
Like a balm on frozen wounds (Bucky/ HydraNurse!Reader)
Dance with wolves (Bucky/Circe)
Loki 🐐
A kiss with a fist is better than none (Loki/Reader)
Vampire MCU 🧛🏼♂️
Crimson arrow (Hawkeye/Reader)
A good man (Steve Rogers/Reader)
Once upon a cruel winter (Bucky/Reader)
Mysterio 🔮
Passeport, please (Quentin Beck/Reader)
Quarantine Beck (Quentin Beck/reader)
Look at me (Quentin Beck/reader)
Uplifting encounter (Quentin Beck/Reader)
X-men 👩🏻🦲
Open up your mind (Charles Xavier/Reader smut)
Fantastic Four.
Painful and cold (Reed Richards x Victor von Doom)
Others
Take my breath away (MCU character/reader in danger)
One day, I’ll fly away (Transformed!Clint)
Don’t accept candies from a stranger (Transformed!heroes & Circe)
Every beast needs a master (Transformed!Avengers & Circe)
Double trouble (Zemo in Harry Potter world)
Peter Pan 🧚🏼♂️
Neverland (Captain Hook/Reader)
Little Mermaid/Aquaman crossover 🧜🏿♀️
Come back (Aquaman & reader & Ursula)
Supernatural
Bosom 🤰🏾 (surprise) (Destiel chapter to come)
The Witcher
Give a kiss to your sweet bard, o Geralt the grumpy (Cursed!Jaskier) 🎶
Black Butler 😈
Yes, my Lady (Sebastian Michaelis/Reader smut)
The lies on your lips (Sebastian Michaelis/non-gendered Reader)
Star Wars. 🖤
The Force of Love and Captivity (Darth Vader x male reader)
Deep inside he entered (Kakyoin x DIO)
It’s never really over (Diavolo loop)
Others
Under your beautiful skin (Female character/Reader) 🦊
Bon appétit, baby (Lover/Character) 🥩
Relax, take it easy (Reader & a hug) 💞
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Always Welcome | Victor Von Doom
✦ pairing — Victor Von Doom x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader
✦ word count — 1.6k
✦ modern AU
✦ summary — you go to your closest friend Victor for comfort, feeling like you’re about to lose yourself after a stressful week filled with nightmares.
✦ request — Could I request a Modern!AU with Dr. Doom with prompts S5 and F6?
✶ S5 - “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
✶ F6 - “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”
✦ warnings — light angst, very light mentions of self-harm, fluff.
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At least it wasn’t raining, only a little too cold to take a walk in sweatpants and a hoodie. Unsurprisingly, you didn’t find the cold comfortable, not now, not alone — not after the shitty week you had.
You looked up at the bedroom window as you stopped in front of the familiar house. The lights were off. There was a possibility that Victor was still up, but you realized too late that you should’ve texted or called before appearing uninvited in the middle of the night.
You, however, rang the door and nervously waited. Playing with the strings of your hoodie, you wondered if you should leave now yet your other hand had a mind of its own and you pushed the doorbell again.
Guilt squeezed your heart as Victor opened the door, confusion and sleep clear in his face as he squinted to see who it was. “Shit, I woke you up...”
Relieved to hear your voice and not somebody else’s, he shook his head, inhaling sharply in attempts to keep himself from yawning. “You didn’t. Come in.”
He shivered as the cold temperature seeped into his house. You shook your head too. “No, no. Go back to sleep.”
Before you could turn around, he took you by the sleeve of your hoodie and pulled on it. “Please, come in.”
He tugged on your sleeve again, eyes on your scared face. He could tell you were hesitant, guilty even.
Victor managed to make you lose your balance as he pulled you into the house.
Placing your hands on his arms to steady both him and you, observing the bags under his eyes, you opened your mouth to make up an excuse.
Victor assured you, “I was already awake, I promise.”
Avoiding his eyes, you nodded lightly. He closed the door behind you, keeping his other hand on your arm and his eyes on your face. The light could have been tricking him, but he didn’t remember you looking so tired last week.
You timidly rested a hand on his side, taking a shallow breath in. You then sniffed.
“Hey,” he mumbled softly, “what’s wrong?”
You shook your head, breathing shakily as you avoided looking at anything close to him. “W—what if I—“ you interrupted yourself with another shake of your head. Yet you gave in and told him what you had been dying to get off your chest the entire week, “I’m scared,” you rasped. “So fucking scared, Victor... Nightmares are coming back.”
“Have you been stressed out lately?”
You nodded, almost shyly.
“Oh, (Name)” he sighed sadly. “It’s okay, darling, we knew it would happen while you get used to your new job.”
“I feel like I’m going to lose myself.” Your voice shook through the admission. “Again. We know how that went before.”
“Don’t do that to yourself.”
“Do what? Be realistic? Be ashamed of how much I’ve tried not to think about that again? I can’t help that.”
Rubbing your arms up and down, he said, “You are here. You could be anywhere else, you could be hurting yourself, but you are here with me. You did that, (Name), you had a thought and made a choice. That’s what matters.” Slowly, he trailed his hands up your arms and rested them on your neck, ready to hug you.
You didn’t make a sound nor push him away, you merely avoided his eyes. Not looking into his gentle gaze was the only thing keeping you from crying.
“I’m proud of you. And I wish you weren’t minimizing your progress because you’ve had a few bad days, but it’s okay. It’s normal, and you’re only human.”
Carefully, he hugged you by the neck. You hugged back, wrapping your arms around his waist.
He was warm, warmer than the pile of blankets you had used in vain to protect yourself from the cold. Your roommate had worriedly told you that you didn’t need that many blankets — they didn’t understand what was going on. They worried for which you were thankful, they didn’t want you to get sick.
But sickness wasn’t the issue. Unless loneliness and a mind that reels over the smallest things counted as a medical condition.
“Don’t let me go,” you pleaded.
He tightened his arms around you, chest to chest with you as you curled up around him. Your face found its place in the crook of your neck. “Never.”
You inhaled deeply, nuzzling onto him as you did so. Your forearms were firm against his back — for whatever reason, you clung to him like he would only ever be your source of comfort, as though nothing else could ground you.
Both of you knew such a thing wasn’t true, not to that extent — but for Victor, it was nice to be needed, and for you, it was nice to be assured that it was okay to need somebody.
You lightly parted from him, looking down. Your eyes finally fixed on his bloodshot ones. You wanted to oh so badly ask why he was so tired, but words got caught in your throat.
He was always so nice to you, uncharacteristically patient. And at this moment, he was looking at you with tenderness, seeking the assurance that you were okay, that you wouldn’t give up on yourself.
Unwrapping an arm from his waist, you curled the one still around his tighter on his form. Your free hand, angled so his cheek would fit on your palm, rested on the side of his face.
“Are you tired?” you asked, softly, afraid he would say yes.
“Not much. I’m sure you are.”
Abashed, you nodded.
Your thumb traced his nose, and you entertained yourself with following the movement of your finger with your eyes. “I don’t wanna go, though.”
Humming, he unconsciously nuzzled against your hand. “You don’t have to go. You know you're always welcome to stay.”
Your eyes fell on the smile he gave you, genuine and welcoming. Your gaze stayed there, mapping the stretch of his face, the shape of his lips — it wasn’t the first time you did it, yet it felt different.
Leaning down, he rested his forehead on yours. Gaze searching for his, curious as to what he was doing, you found yourself willing to get lost into his eyes and never come back.
“Just kiss me already,” you mumbled, gauging his reaction. The second the words left your mouth, you realized you could’ve been ruining the only relationship outside of your family and roommate that you had left — the only relationship you had built purely on your own.
He inhaled heavily. “Okay.”
His eyes lingered on yours, searching for doubt and nervousness but finding patience and a twinkle that hadn’t been there seconds before.
Victor slanted his head, nose bumping yours as he did so. You inhaled his breath as he softly placed his lips on yours. He wished the kiss could’ve been slow, perhaps romantic, but he couldn’t get enough of you, and he got lost in the passion that had swarmed around you both for a while now.
You gripped the back of his neck, wanting him even closer. The small gasp he let out allowed you to dive your tongue into his mouth and in return you whimpered. He was so warm now, almost burning you like the taste of coffee that lingered on his tongue coated your mouth.
Both of you pulled away from the kiss at the same time. Victor brought you onto his chest, hoping to savor the moment for a few more seconds.
Breathing in the smell of his deodorant, you hummed in appreciation as your hands traveled down his arms. Your own arms wrapped around his torso. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted, knowing there was no way he would ignore your comment. His warm shirt partially muffled your words, yet you knew he heard you just fine due to the change in his breathing.
“Because you knew I’d be a good kisser?” he teased in an attempt to not deviate from what had just happened.
You lifted your head off his chest, resting your chin on his sternum as you looked up at him. “And a cocky one, it seems.”
“I hope I’m not ruining anything between us.”
“Not at all. Unless you think so?”
“No.” Dropping a kiss on your forehead, Victor smiled against your skin. “Should’ve kissed you sooner, huh.”
“Much, much sooner.”
He agreed, “Definitely. I don’t know how I kept myself from doing it... “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”
A yawn interrupted your answer, making you blink rapidly.
“We should go to bed.” He untangled himself from your embrace, moving his arms off your body. “Do you need water before going to sleep?”
You shook your head. “Do you still have some of that coffee blend—“ you stopped yourself upon seeing him glare at you. “What?”
“Maybe the nightmares would get better if you stopped drinking coffee so late at night and before bed!”
“I’ve been stressed and I like the taste,” you defended yourself, motioning for him to lead the way already.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay over. And it wasn’t uncommon for him to sleep on your bed either. You wondered if this would change, if it would be awkward after that kiss.
He settled on his preferred side as though nothing had changed, sighing quite happily as your shampoo filled his senses.
His arm draped over your form as you got comfortable beside him, lightly bringing you closer.
“Sleep,” he told you. “I’ll be here. Nothing bad will happen to you.”
You hummed, eventually resting your head on you instead of the pillow. Your breath didn’t take long to fall into the rhythm it did when you were asleep.
He stayed awake for a moment, letting your presence calm you. Your breathing eventually lulled Victor into sleep too.
#victor von doom x reader#victor von doom x plus size reader#doctor doom x reader#doctor doom x plus size reader#victor von doom#doctor doom
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could we get some dr doom x reader or some s/o headcanons, I don't really care im just starving for doom content
Honestly, same here. He’s one of my favorite anti-hero/villains in Marvel. I hope you enjoy it! (I had to skim through some of the comics I had to find out what he called his significant others because they are always so short lived.)
Warnings: None really? Low Self Esteem?
Words: 554
You stand at the balcony overlooking Doomstadt. Doom appears behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Sorry to be late, my queen.” He lets his head rest on yours. “Time just got away from me.”
You chuckle and turn to look up at him. “Why do you insist on wearing your mask in front of me, even after all this time?” You grab his mask to remove it, but he stops your hand. “Victor, I know what is beneath your mask.” Doom reluctantly lets go of your wrist and you pull his mask away, revealing his burnt face.
“You know how it is a reminder of my failure.” He looks at you with a mixture of shame and admiration. The woman standing before him doesn’t flinch at the sight, but you don’t hover over him either. Doom begrudgingly admits it’s one of the reasons he fell for you. You looked at him as if there was nothing wrong, nothing to fix.
You shake your head at his words. “Victor, you believe it is a reminder because that is all you think about.” You cup his face and kiss him gently. “You need to see pass that and see what I see, a man who has learned from his mistakes and would do anything for his people.” You smile. “They remember when you were ran out of your country by…your enemies.” You don’t mention the Fantastic Four by name, knowing he will become agitated. “They remember the unjust rule of the supposed rightful heir of this throne that you sit upon.” You lead him from the balcony to walk toward your bedroom. “Your people were thrilled you took it back. You gave them their lives back, even under your monarchy. They are grateful for that, even if they too fear you.” You hold his face in your hands when he sits. “The only person holding onto your adolescent failures is you.”
Doom frowns at you slightly. “If I wanted a lecture, my love, I would have talked to Boris.” He leans his head against your chest. “If I didn’t have you, though, I suppose I would be brooding alone.”
You chuckle and help take his armor off. “Sometimes I believe you still do brood alone before coming home.” You start bandaging up his injuries with a frown. “Is someone close to our borders?”
“It isn’t anything you need to worry about, (Y/n).” Doom lays back when you’re finished. “I just…tried again.”
You sigh, remembering which day it was. “Victor, it isn’t your fault. She chose that life.”
“That doesn’t mean she deserves to be tortured for all of eternity!” He snaps.
You nod your head and move to change into your own nightgown. “You know it’s hard for me to watch you tear yourself apart every year on this day.” You turn and see his glare. “But no one can dispute your loyalty and love for your mother, and I understand why you do it.” You settle down under the covers, but you don’t touch him either and wait for him to come to you.
Doom gives in after a few moments and pulls you close to him. “I can’t seem to let her go.” He whispers.
“I know, my king.” You kiss his hands as he turns to spoon you. “I know.”
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Satan’s Angel
Johnny Storm x WOC!Reader
Summary: She was hidden from the world at the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?
warnings: language, blood, violence, mentions of medical problems. mentions of needles, abuse and torture. 18+
WC: 2.2K
masterlist I Chapter 1
Chapter 2
(Y/N)’s silhouette was outlined on the wall from the glow of the TV, a nature documentary had long replaced the season finale of some space series. But she’d lost interest a long time ago.
No, her eyes were focused on the moth flickering around the lamp on the desktop in the opposite corner from her bed. It’s determination to get out of the lamp shade brought the (E/C) eyes to it desperate figure. Such a small thing making so much noise. Trapped in its new cage.
Funny.
‘I stopped making noise a long time ago.’
Her thoughts echoed in the emptiness of her head, a head that was still making its way out of the fog it had been pushed into. But like always, her body was use to it. The constant battle from herself and those around her. Fighting a common enemy – her.
Turning her head to the side (Y/N) watched as the sun’s crest peak over the horizon, the sign that she has began a new day. The trees sparkled as the light reflected off the snow and ice, the birds sang a greeting to the world and their neighbours as they ruffled their feathers and spread their wings. (Y/N) watched and listened as the world around her started to awaken, but she had never fallen asleep.
After she awoke from the slumber Doctor Tempest put her under, her body was still feeling the weight of sleep, but her mind was alive. Quietly alive. Six day had passed as she slept in her bed, six days of doctors and nurses poking her body with needles, six days of the moon and sun each taking turns to watch the broken women slowly come back to consciousness. But unknown to her, not once in those six days did the infamous Victor Von-Doom come visit her. He was too preoccupied with his upcoming meeting with Reed Richards, a man that needed his ship to conduct an experiment. He didn’t know the full detail yet. That meeting would happen later today.
But not a single thought was on his sister throughout those six days, but he did visit the lab every so often to see if they made any progress with her tests. But like always nothing came back. So, he had the nurses lie to his (Y/N), he told them that if she ask, tell her what she wants to hear.
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The sun was bright, it calmed her. Soothed her. It was a saving grace after being stuck inside for so long.
“I have your fruit and yoghurt here, and the waffles are just being prepared as we speak,” a body sat itself down onto the chair opposite the women, their eyes watched as brown skin glowed in the sun’s warmth. Without a thought, a smile slithered its way onto the man face, wrinkles appeared around his green eyes as he watched the woman, he’d known for a long time to catch those rare moments of peace. His eyes left (Y/N) and travelled around the open space as he leant back against the woven chair. It had been a long time since he’d been outside with (Y/N); the sedative she was given helped her body freely heal itself without her tensing and drawing out the process. So, now she is likely to have a couple of weeks without another mishap. Maybe even a few months, but one never wishes too much.
“Do you know what Victor is doing today,” her eyes remained closed as she addressed the relax giant sitting opposite her, his frame dwarfed the chair he was sat in. He was practical a walking wall, but his personality didn’t even being to match his physique.
“Yeah, he’s got that meetin’ with Richards and Grimm,” Clinking could be heard and then a low ‘thank you’ and not long after the sweet smell of waffles engulfed (Y/N)’s senses. Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes and was immediately met with the sight of physical heaven, not wasting any time she grabbed her fork and stabbed the fluffy circle.
“I know he didn’t come to see me; the nurses aren’t good liars.” The fork stopped just before it could enter his mouth, his lips twitched as he made eye contact with the woman in front of him. Gulping he set his food down and answered.
“Ha. How did you know?” the man seemed to shrink in on himself, the intensity of those (E/C) eyes made him wish he had just choked on his bacon.
“I don’t know I just kind of knew.” And with that (Y/N) began eating again. The sound of metal scraping against plates filled the cool air. No one spoke, eyes tracing the sky and birds.
“Give me your phone.” Her hand was stretched out towards the man, who had once again frozen in place with a sceptical look in his face. Slowly, as if he were going to scare a timid animal away, he reached for his phone and placed it into the awaiting hand. “You’re not going to call you brother, are you?”
“No.” And he knew by the look on her face that the conversation was paused. On his end that is. “Where is he now?” her eyebrow raised in question, like a child, the man in front of her looked anywhere but her eyes.
“Zion, please. I just want to get out of here. And you’re my bodyguard, so help guard me by letting me leave this fucking place.”
“What kind of backwards logic do you have rattalin’ inside that head of yours (Y/N)? I ain’t saying a thing,” the woman in question huffed out a laugh as she watched the man squirm in front of her. She looked down at the phone in her hand and started to enter the passcode, once she was through, she went through the motions of finding the desired contact.
“You know, your accent really comes through when you lie or are nervous. So please Zion, think about this or your donut privileges get taken when your wife finds out.” Her little threat was triumphant as Zion broke.
“He’s in New York, for the Richards meeting.” He was met with a ‘hum’ from (Y/N) as she brought the ringing phone to her ear. There was a moment of silence before Zion could see (Y/N) visibly perk up, some one answered the phone and he hoped it wasn’t her brother.
“Susan, hello. I need your help.”
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New York city.
She had done the exact opposite of what Victor had told her to do. She left his facility in the Alps and was currently on the rode to the launch site. She needed to experience something before it would all end. And when she had learned from Susan that Victor had gone through with Reed’s plan, she didn’t even think before she jumped at the chance to go to space.
Of all places Reed Richards wanted to go to it had to be space.
The past few day had been a blur, getting the semi-all clear from Doctor Tempest was a bit tricky because she had to convince him that she was going to be okay. That was lie number one. She then had to convince Susan that Victor would be happy to see her there, lie number two. And then, she had to convince herself that if she had the opportunity she wouldn’t jump out of the ship into the wide unknown and die. That was obviously lie number three.
But sat in the car, wind blowing through her locks, she knew deep down that this was meant to happen.
“I hope you know that he’s going to hate you. And that is not my problem.” Sluggishly turning her head to the side, (Y/N) watched as Zion clenched his jaw in irritation. The greys streaks in his bread shining in the sunlight, contrasting beautifully with his dark skin. (Y/N) savoured this moment, the sight of the father figure she had grown to love sat next to her, possibly for the last time.
“We both know you’ll make it your problem.” They both looked at each other for a split second, unspoken words captured and understood.
Before anyone could say anything, a shout in the distance made them both look ahead. They had arrived. The building loomed over them, a reminder of the power it held. People were scattering back and forth, going from one place to another.
A smile graced her face, she was really outside.
Her (E/C) eyes were scanning everything; it took some strength for her not to run from one thing to another. The way almost everything had changed made her excited to explore the new world but at the same time it finally made her realise how she really couldn’t experience everything through people’s hearsay or a TV screen. She had to be there, in the flesh to really see how the ocean sparkled under the suns caress, how the birds danced with each other in the swing of the wind. Or how a person’s eyes shined with love and adoration. She had to be there to experience the laughter of friends and family.
Running her fingers through her locks, she sighed as caught a quick reflection of herself.
“Great, one thing I didn’t miss was the wind fucking with my hair.” She frantically searched herself for a satin scrunchie but whined in frustration when she came up short.
‘I didn’t leave it at home, did I?’
Running her hand through messy locks, she grunted as she came to the realisation that her first interaction after four years of isolation will be with her hair looking like a birds nest. And this is why sometimes she hated having kinky hair.
A noise brought her out of her existential crisis, and when she turned around, she was met with a sight to behold. A gasp fell from her plump lips as she carefully took the satin scrunchie out of her saviours hold.
“Susan, I’m going to kiss you, just give me a minute.” Quickly tying up her fro, she wasted no time and flung herself into the awaiting arms of blonde woman. She reluctantly let go of Susan, her hold on her emotions was failing.
Blinking before any tears slipped out, she plastered a smile onto her face, “so a little birdy tells me things between you and my brother a kicking off. I am a little offended you didn’t tell me, yes. But we move.” Linking her arm with Susan’s, she let the blonde lead the way.
“I don’t think that is true, if you were offended, you’d have come down here sooner.” Laughter followed the pair as they made their way to their destination.
Finally, they reached their destination. A small room sparsely decorated held the two suits that they would both be wearing. (Y/N), let go of Susan and walked over to them.
“What is this, I don’t think this will fit me.” She nervously chuckled as she looked over her shoulder at Sue who was shaking her head at the baffled woman. Sue glided over to her and picked up her own suit.
“Victor designed them; the synthetics act as a second skin adapting to your body’s individual needs. So, it will fit honey.”
“Self-regulating molecules huh? Nice.” And with that she made no fuss as she put it on. Minutes later the two women were putting the final touches to the space outfit before there was a knock on the door. (Y/N) looked over at Sue and followed her as she stepped over to answer the door.
“The others have arrived ma’am.” Susan replied with a quick ‘thank you’ and gestured to (Y/N) to follow her, she quickly picked something up before they both left the room. With wide strides the two women walked through a crowded hallway, exchanging hellos and smiles to the people they passed. (Y/N) noticed that only a handful of people she passed recognised her, she could tell by the look of shock plastered onto their faces when they saw her. She really didn’t expect any less, it had been a long time since she had wondered outside the facility. The last time was at Uncle Boris’s funeral.
“The look on your hard-ass CO’s face when he finds out he’s your junior officer: priceless.” (Y/N) watched as the interaction between Ben and some man went down. Her eyebrow arched in curiosity and scanned the man perched on the edge of the seat, his muscles were being defined rather nicely in the suit that apparently everyone was wearing, but her attention was cut short when she heard a deep voice cut through her thoughts. And before she could look up, strong arms encircled her body and lifted her in the air.
“God, you’ve gotten big squirt,” the rumble of Ben’s voice automatically made her body relax as she slowly returned the hug. As her feet touched the floor, she was able to properly get a look at the man; she giggled as the light made his forehead shine, his vivid green eyes made him look younger. The way they twinkled always made her wonder if anything could ever put her down. The last time they had talked, Mr Grimm had just proposed to Debb, and she couldn’t have been any happier for him.
But deep down it hurt, everyone was moving on with their lives. Finding love, having a family, grieving. But what did she have.
What did she have?
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wynnesome
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Angst wants: Dark characters/themes, unhealthy relationships, questionable power dynamics, shady morals/ethics, under-negotiated kink, dub-con, non-con, miscommunication trainwreck, physical and/or emotional torment, break-it, break-it-worse, ending leaves you bleeding out on the floor.
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Stephen Strange/Victor von Doom - 616
Work Description:
This auction is for a fic that will fall between 1k and 5k. To keep to the word length I'm comfortable committing to, the prompt or starting point needs to be concise. For me and the way I write, that usually means a prompt of no more than a few words to one sentence, defining a central theme or pivotal moment, and then the fic will take shape to bring that about.
For general style of my writing, my AO3 has a range, and my Dreamwidth has a bunch of recent angst fics/ficlets.
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- Doctor Doom crack/fluff
- DoomStrange angst ficlet
I haven't posted a lot of Doom or DoomStrange fic yet, but I am raring to go for this ship. I have taken part in many hours of brainstorming and RP for the pairing, and I have a brain full of headcanon and a folder full of ideas I'd like to write for these two. For a prompt that hits me in the right spot, I could also write DoomStrange/Tony Stark. I'd consider writing DoomStrange with a different third, but please ask me if you have something like that in mind.
I love Battleworld DoomStrange: God-Emperor Doom and Sheriff Strange, and their canonical partnership. I do like to play with dark, problematic, and manipulative power dynamics in their relationship. If it seems soft, that's probably because somewhere behind it is a knife so sharp you won't feel it till the blood loss hits. But I can also write them in bantery, humorous, and outright ridiculous interactions. On that side, I love their "snipe and bicker but would sacrifice myself for you in a heartbeat" relationship a la Savage Avengers.
When I write angst, I tend to focus on breaking it hard rather than fixing it, especially in a shorter fic. However, as long as I feel it's a prompt I can accomplish in under 5k, I'm open to the idea of hurt/comfort, of heavy angst with a positive resolution, or the kinds of lighter angst that come from mutual pining, misunderstandings that will get worked out, etc. Those situations where it hurts along the way, but everything is going to be ok.
I write by letting my brain get a hook into a particular idea - or maybe more like, letting a particular idea get its hooks into my brain - to where it takes me over that threshold from "interesting concept" to "I have actual words insistently demanding to be let out now."
With that in mind - if you have a very specific idea for a fic you'd like, please contact me before bidding, to make sure it's something I feel like I can hook and be hooked by.
Otherwise, please be prepared to chat/brainstorm with me after the auction, so we can come up with an idea that we're both enthusiastic about. OR, I can also take a very small prompt as a starting point and just run with it. By "very small," I mean something like a word prompt or a kink or trope that might be found on a Bingo square. I'd take the prompt, and your preference for the general tone (humor, romance, angst, etc.), roll it around till I land on a compelling hook to get me started, and follow it from there.
As far as my pile of "ideas I'd like to write," I'm open to discussing some of those that I think could be accomplished within a 5k fic.
Time Frames:
I'll be able to begin brainstorming/discussing prompts anytime after the auction week. I do have one pre-existing fic-writing commitment that I aim to finish by the end of 2020. So assuming we've worked out a prompt, I should potentially be available to start writing for this pretty early in 2021. Pinning down actual writing time is tricky, but once I've actually begun writing, a fic of this length usually takes me anywhere from a few days to a few weeks to complete.
Please feel free to contact me to talk over any questions or ideas!
Ratings: Teen, Mature, Explicit
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-- Beta Service --
Auction ID: 2091
Will create works for the following relationships:
Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe
Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU
Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU
Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - MCU
Stephen Strange/Victor von Doom - 616
Tony Stark/Victor von Doom - 616
Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers - 616
Tony Stark/Stephen Strange/Victor von Doom - 616
Work Description:
This auction is for beta reading of one fic up to 10k words, or two fics totaling up to 10k words.
For beta-reading, barring my DNW, I'm generally wide open for characters, ships, universes, genres, kinks, and tropes, and for gen fics. A fic doesn't have to be "my ship" or "my kink" for me to read with care and give well-considered feedback on your writing, including elements of plot, continuity, characterization, tone, and theme, as presented within the fic itself.
That said, my "Wants" and my Relationships section for this auction touch upon characters, ships, and kinds of works I read, write, and engage with the most for my own personal enjoyment. So those are where I'll be able to give the most detailed feedback on more levels, such as character voice, canon storylines, and general fluency with those characters and their worlds.
My first Marvel ship is Steve-Tony, and I'm happy to read for them in any universe. I've spent the most time with them in 616, MCU, and early Ults comics, with light knowledge of AvAc, Avengers Assemble, and EMH.
DoomStrange is my newer ship that I'm loving a lot: Battleworld God-Emperor Doom/Sheriff Strange; Triumph and Torment; Savage Avengers. Plus other pairings for either character, or threesomes/moresomes with the pair of them involved.
Another area I'm VERY much here for is any and all fics related to Jonathan Hickman's X-Men comics: HoXPoX; Dawn of X; X of Swords. I jumped on board with X-Men at HoXPox last year, and am up to date with reading all of the current X-Men titles. I have almost no knowledge of prior X-Men canon, so, as mentioned above, I'm still happily willing to beta for other X-Men works, but I won't have that same degree of connection to canon and characters.
As a beta reader, I can work on several levels, ranging from simple SPaG/proofreading, to detailed suggestions for sentence structure, flow, and word choice. I can help advise in regard to (American) English-language phrasing and word usage. I also really enjoy delving into emotional dynamics and thematic development.
In terms of personal areas of expertise, I'm a musician and recording engineer. So I can give a lot of "what it's like" and some light scientific "how it works" if you have a fic where someone is a musician, in a band, playing a gig or concert, recording in a studio, or a variety of other possible situations involving the music industry and/or audio and sound systems.
I prefer to beta-read in Gdocs where possible, where I can leave a lot of suggestions and comments. My goal is always to help the author feel good about their work and about making it the best it can be. So I appreciate your guidance in ways to give you feedback and/or critique that will be helpful, positive, and constructive for you.
If I haven't beta-read anything for you before, I'll want to talk with you before I begin, to get an idea of the kinds of feedback you're looking for. Then I'll probably work through a page or two and wait to go further until you've had the chance to take a look. From there, you can tell me if there's anything I could approach differently, address, or avoid, in order to be more helpful for you.
Time Frames/Schedule:
I have a couple of pre-existing fandom commitments that I'm aiming to complete before the end of 2020. I'd prefer to say "early 2021" as the soonest I'll most likely be available to fulfill this auction. I give a lot of attention during beta reading, and often work in short sections at a time, over a period of days. For a 10k-ish fic, I might take anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks to work through the entirety. Generally, once I've worked through the fic, I'm also happy to continue exchanging comments, or take a look to see how see how things are working after changes are made.
For any questions, please feel free to contact me!
Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit
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