Summary: Imagine James secretly going ring shopping with the Marauders after proposing to you.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, fluff, and even more fluff, talk of the future [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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Entering the Gryffindor Tower hand-in-hand with James, you're greeted by the usual sight; Remus sitting cross legged on the red carpet, hunched over the coffee table with books sprawled around; Sirius laying sideways on the wide armchair, long black hair hanging over the side of the armrest, and cigarette resting lazily between his lips as he watches Mooney; Peter laying sprawled over the couch, snoring, a box of spilled Honeydukes' Fudge Flies and a magical radio covering his chest, reporting the latest on the Montrose Magpies vs. Chudley Cannons game.
"Look who's back!" Sirius sings, both arms reaching out wide for the two of you. You laugh, letting go of James's hand and laying down on top of Sirius, who engulfs you before returning his sights to your fiancé. The time that James had gotten jealous or worried over the closeness the two shared was long past, "What have you two been doing?"
James grumbles at the tone and wiggling of his best friend's eyebrows, causing Remus to look up at him and close his book. You laugh again, not even Sirius's incessant teasing could get you in a bad mood now. "Oh, stop it you two!"
"What did I do?" both James and Sirius exclaim, looks of offense as their eyes widened at you. Grabbing a hold of Peter's ankles, James pulls them out from on top of the couch and sits down on the end of it, making Peter sit up with a jerk.
Spotting the red head decending the angled stairway towards the girls' dorms, you yell out to your bestfriends, "Lils! Get over here!" you sit up strighter in the chair, a grunt escaping the pureblood as you accidentally elbow him in the stomach.
"What's going on?" she furrows her brows in confusion at the wide grin you'd been wearing since over an hour ago. Clutching a herbology textbook to her chest, it falls on its side as you shoot up from the chair and hug her.
Lily looks between your shared friends with half a frown, but they all look just as confused - everybody apart from James who wears a proud half-smile seeing the interaction.
"He did it!" you squeel in her ear. The Marauders becoming even more confused at the enlightened and excited look on your best friend's face.
The two of you had gotten to talking about it after the last Gryffindor party. Drunkenly maneuvering around the room, you had helped remove each other's makeup as you had gotten into talking about whether you ever though James was going to propose, and everything that came along with it.
"He did it?" she questions, not fully believing it.
"He did it!" you confirm, arms still not letting go from the tight grip around her neck.
"You did it?" she looks at James this time, needing to hear it from the horse's mouth.
"I did it." He has never sounded as proud, or maybe once, after he got an O on the final exam in Study of Ancient Runes in third year; one of his two electives, and the only class he was seriously struggling with.
"Wait, what are you-" Sirius was interrupted by Lily again,
"Can I see it? Do you have it?" she let go of you and grabbed your left hand, looking at your bare finger, she frowned at you.
"Where is it, Y/n?"
"We don't have it yet, it was more of a impromptu thing," James jokes, causing you to giggle again.
"Wait... you're-" Sirius looked dumbfounded, mouth hung open and eyes wide as he stared between you and James.
"You're looking at the future Mrs. Potter!" James exclaims, hitting Peter when he playfully gags beside him.
Remus hugs you, whispering a "Congratulations!" to you, as he rises to his feet to approach your finacé. You turn to Sirius who has gotten out of the armchair and is slowly moving towards you.
"You're... you're..." something in him sounds so defeated, and you immediately start to worry.
"Siri, I di-" you try to explain but you soon realize that you have no idea what to say, since you don't know what the problem actually is.
"You alright, mate?" James walks towards you, laying an arm against you're back to eliviate the anxiety that had started to fill you up.
Suddenly Sirius's arms are around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around in the air as you both laugh. "You're crazy, both of you! You know that, right?"
"I know. I'm crazy about her." James smiles seeing his friend happy for the two of you. You blush, embracing Sirius as he hugs you tighter, head agsint your shoulder.
When James gets busy talking to Remus and Lily, Sirius sees the opportunity and whispers quietly, "You make him happy. And not just 'I got a new broom' or 'Sirius bought me candy from Honeyduke' happy, but just a content 'always and forever' kind of happy." You hum, not sure of what to say, but the warmth spreading within you makes your stomach flutter. "Does he make you that same kind of happy? Like, 'I'd go on the run with you' or 'I'd marry you in nothing more than a trash bag' kind of happy?"
You snort, but both knowing it was a very real moment, you took a breath and responded, "He does."
Sirius squeezes you once before letting go, "This calls for some fire whiskey and dessert from the kitchens, right boys!" Sirius hypes, throwing his arms around the shoulders of you and James, "And ladies, of course!" he corrects jokingly.
Having stumbled up the stairs to the boys dormitories along with the Marauders about four hours later, all of your bodies buzzing from the excessive amount of alcohol consumed, you cuddled up next to James in bed.
Which is why, to your surprise, you had woken up not only alone in the bed, but all alone in the usually bustling room. Sitting up and trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, and groan at the dull ache in your skull. You move quietly around the room and feel at the beds; all cold to the touch with sheets haphazardly covering them, except for one with the pillows straightened out and corners tugged in tightly.
Turning back to the only warm bed in the room, ready to fall back asleep, you spot a piece of parchment on the bedtable that you must have missed before. Grabbing it and unfolding the small note with your name written on top, you start to read the scribbled writing.
You smile lazily at the note in your hand, fingers having moved up to your forehead as if though you could still feel the warmth of his lips there. Knocking on the door takes your attention away from the letter, opening it to reveal Lily she cringes at your still sleepy state.
"Let's do something today!"
Strolling down the pebbled road to Hogsmeade with Sirius' arm wrapped around his neck, James laughed at one of Peter's jokes. "I'm sure Y/n couldn't tell the difference if Prongs showed up to the wedding as a stag, Pete. Not much difference up here!" the black haired Gryffindor howled, jokingly knocking against the side of his head.
"Oi!" James elbowed Sirius in the ribs, causing him to hunch over and then smack him at the back of the neck, "Give me some credit! I am head boy, after all!"
"Bloody miracle, that!" Remus retorts. James doesn't miss the quickly covered relieved and proud look on Sirius' face, having been worried about Moony being off since the full moon a few days back.
"Well, at least I'm getting married in the first place!" James defends, crossing his arms in front of him with a prideful grin.
"That's also true!" Peter echoes, seeing James struggle for a reply.
"To the most beautiful, funny, and wicked girl at Hogwarts!"
"To the most beautiful, funny, and wicked girl at Hogwarts!"
"To the most beautiful, funny, and wicked girl at Hogwarts!"
The three echo, singing aloud as they refer to the lovebird James had sent you on Saint Valentine's Day in fourth year.
"Stop mugging me off!"
"We're here!" turning towards the newly opened jewellery store, they all stopped to look at the shop window and the "Mrs. Wolveden Jewellery" sign before stepping inside. The usually rowdy boys stiffened slightly as they walked further into the room, a certain air of importance and rigid maturity.
"Can I help you boys?" A short woman with a round face and one of those kind smiles one only seems to earn with years greeted them.
"Yes!" James chirps, giving the woman a charismatic smile before approaching the counter, "We're looking for an engagement ring."
"Oh! Aren't you a little young to get married?" she frowned at the group of them; not in a disapproving way, but more in the way a grandma would react to someone accidentally dropping ice cream.
"I don't think you can ever be too young for love, can you, ma'am?" James appeals, causing the elderly woman to chuckle and dismiss it with the gentle wave of a hand.
"No, I suppose not. Let us see what I have." She waddles down the back of the counter, further down the slim shop. The boys follow on the other side of the glass counter, stopping abruptly as the woman halts.
Looking up at them with an unsure smile, she inspects your fiancés civilian clothes, "What is your prize limit?"
They all knew this was an expensive shop, having seen the necklaces and earrings in the window, as well as having heard of it, having been opened for about two weeks.
James gives her a reassuring smile, "There's no prize limit, as long as I know she'll love it." The woman, most likely Mrs. Wolveden, smiled lizily at him.
"A well rehearsed answer, I see. I'm sure that special someone, whoever she may be, would be very pleased hearing it."
"I'm not that sure, I think she'd rather marry me with a simple string tied around her finger." James jokes, Sirius nodding along quietly.
"Why is that, dear?" she implores, moving further down the store and unlocking one of the glass lids.
"She doesn't like the idea of me spending money on her, she's gotten used to the small sums, but not the big ones." Remus chokes on a laugh, leaning on a grinning Sirius for stability.
"That's one word for it, mate." Sirius snickers, propelling all three of the boys into a fit of laughter; recalling how James had booked a trip for the two of you over the Christmas holidays, talked to your parents, and arranged for it to be a surprise; your reaction had been a mix between half hearted slaps on the arm, scolding, and immense amounts of 'thank you's.
"This will just have to be a secret between us, then." she nods, waving them over to the array of engagement rings.
From simple thin wedding bands, some even without any stone, to some that looked to weigh a ton, covered in diamonds which looked like they were made to only be used singularly, Peter's jaw dropped.
James and Sirius, born into immense wealth were not surprised by the latter, although James was perhaps more used to subtle wealth. Remus, having been in muggle jewellery stores before, knew that the latter was often what most women wanted and was unimpressed.
"Do you think she would prefer something like this? From what I can hear, she doesn't want anything too flashy." The lady gestured towards the more subtle ones, some without a rock and some with. James leaned over the jewellery, nodding thoughtfully.
"Could we see that one?" Sirius, who had just decided to take this seriously, pointed at one of the thinnest of silver bands. Getting it in the palm of his hand, he inspected it carefully. "It's a little too 'not flashy', don't you think?" he frowned, nodding along with James.
After about two hours and having looked through almost all the rings in the shop they all started to feel hopeless. All except Peter who had left about an hour earlier to 'just pop over to Honeydukes really quick' and still hadn't returned.
"You know... I do have one last ring, if you want to see it?" Mrs. Wolvenden tried, and Remus nodded graciously to her as James was staring exhaustedly at one of the rings which he had liked but had just felt wrong and not good enough.
The Lady came back from the back of the store, a small metal trinket box in hand, "Here it is, it isn't much but it might be exactly what you are looking for."
James tried to shake off the feeling of impending disappointment and stretched before turning to the lady and approaching the counter where the small Victorian box had been placed. Looking at its surface, much like a dirtied mirror, it felt like it had lived through many lifetimes, many histories that you could never fully know.
Immediately feeling intrigued James took the box gently in his hands and opened it. Gasping at the simple sight of it, he just knew it was the right one... the perfect one.
"How did you-" he is absolutely speechless as he closes the box and looks at the lady.
"Do you like it?" although she sounded clueless the smile she gave him proved that she somehow knew it would be exactly that, the perfect one.
"Uhh, yeah... I'll take it."
"Don't you want to know the price first?" Asks a confused Peter who had quietly entered the shop.
"No need, it's this or nothing!"
Having returned to the castle after looking through Honeydukes, Zonko's, and going to Dervish and Banges to get repairs for Peter's Remembrall, James had pushed away the boys each time they tried to convince him to show the ring to them.
"Y/n! James is back!" Lily whisper-yelled across the Gryffindor common room, where you had run over to quickly help two fifth years who were slowly losing hope over their shared potions exam.
You shriek and move over to her, "Where?" you ask, frowning at her. She points out the window and you can see four dark figured moving across the sun yellowed grass. You shriek again and run out the portrait hole.
"I'll try not to be offended at how excited and quickly you're leaving me!" she yells after you, causing you to run back into the room and grab her hand with a playfully annoyed look, dragging her out of the room and into a sprint.
"What was that about?" one of the third years whispered to another.
"What do you think? James just got back!" another answers, causing a group of girls by the sofas to giggle and laugh wistfully.
"Jamie!" you're breathless as you jump down the last few steps of the moving stairs, Lily still closely behind you. You leap at him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms snaking around his neck as you embrace him tightly.
He takes a second to tighten his arms around you and just hold you close, breathing you in and taking comfort in your presence. "Marry me, princess."
"You've already asked me that, dummy," you laugh, pulling away to study him with a half concerned look. He hugs you tighter, removing one arm and collecting the ring box from his back pocket.
He knew this was not the most romantic setting, the entrance of the school, but it was probably the only time you would ever see it empty, and you were already surrounded by your family, your chosen family. He let go of you and stepped away, lowering onto one knee he chuckled as both yours and Lily's breaths caught.
Looking across the faces of your friends and finally landing on you, he gives you a crooked smile. "I'm going to do it the correct way this time."
You breathe out a laugh, still taken aback and wildly flustered. Covering your face with both hands, you try to cover your rosy blush. "Don't hide that pretty face from me, princess." he winks, causing your blush to worsen; not that he didn't always flirt with you a little too much in public, but you were already to flustered to be able to take any more of it.
"I love you so much, darling. I have never been as happy, as alive... as complete, as I have been since you came into my life. I promise to always make you feel as complete as you make me; I promise to honour your opinions and feelings; I promise to fulfill all your needs and desires, and I mean all your desires," he winks again, your eyes widening as you try to turn away from your laughing friends.
"I promise to make stupid jokes when you need to laugh, to hold you when you need to cry, to help you whenever you attempt to get on a broom, and to always be by your side," he pulls out the box and opens it in front of you, you gasp, "And, you know what? I hate your last name, let's change it to Potter. Marry me?"
You laugh at the jab he had successfully fit into the romantic speech, but nod non the less, "Yes!"
A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long since uploading! I just got into one of the hardest international school programs in the world and let's just say it hasn't been easy. There will be more parts of this!
Summary: Imagine going on the Jimmy Kimmel Show with your boyfriend and bestfriend, only to talk about, you guessed it- KY jelly!
Warnings: Sex jokes, nicknames [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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"Oh, no! I promise you all that today we have some amazing guests!" Jimmy looks out at the audience, sporting a wide grin. A few wayward whistles come from the back of the studio. "So, without further ado... let's take a look!" he points towards the camera, a teaser trailer starting to play for your new show.
You, Anthony and Sebastian dance around quietly backstage, trying to get the jitters out; something the group of you had started doing together before interviews to help you with nerves and anxiety.
"Bucky, no! Come back!" you hear Anthony's voice over the loud speakers in the studio. The loud music reaches its crescendo, fading into a faint thumping base. The three of you move towards the door, waiting to make your entrance as you know the end of the trailer is close.
"Who the hell are you?" Bucky roars, and you can literally feel the vibrations in the fake wall separating you from the cameras.
It's quiet for a second before you hear your one and only line in the trailer- the one teasing at your new character.
"Did you miss me, Jamie?" the pout is clear as your voice echoes, sounding distant even in the original video- figure covered in shadow.
Bucky takes a breath. That's all- a sharp inhale of breath. "Doll?"
You look at your boyfriend as it plays through the speakers, mouthing along with the recording of his voice, a dumbstruck look on your face- mouth hung open, just like how he does it in the show.
Anthony shoots a teasing grin Seb's way, slightly disappointed when he sees the lazy smile on his face- Sebastian hadn't found it as teasing as he had, instead finding it endearing.
"Woah! I don't want to keep either you, me, or our guests waiting any longer- so here they are! The Falcon and the Winter Soldier's Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, and Y/n Y/l/n!" the crowd goes wild as you walk out onto the stage, proud smiles adorning each one of your faces.
You wave at the audience and blow a kiss to a few of them, one fakes swooning and you laugh along with Anthony, the only other one who seemed to notice.
You shake hands with Jimmy Kimmel before sitting down on the small sofa with Sebastian, Anthony taking the armchair closest to Jimmy and on the other side of you.
"Welcome, welcome." He greets excitedly, all of you saying 'thank you' whilst letting the audience calm down before even attempting to start up a conversation. "That trailer was fantastic! And the ending-" Jimmy gasps, letting it show his honest reaction to the ending.
You laugh, realizing that many in the audience must have done the same considering that it was the first time anybody was seeing it- being released today for the press tour locations and interviews only.
"Well, we obviously have to start off with your character, Y/n." Jimmy looks at you with wide eyes, "Tell us a bit about her... who is she?" he probes, trying to get anything exclusive.
"I can't say to much, or else Disney will have my head." You pull a funny face, cringing at the thought. The audience laughs, though, much to your relief. Big crowds weren't really your thing, surprisingly.
"But, what I can tell you is that she's a totally new character. Never before seen, either in the movies or the comics. She's a total badass, and let's just say she stirs up the pot a bit for our beloved Jamie, or Bucky- whether she wants to or not, is the real question, though." you give a teasing smile, winking at the camera for the way you finessed the question.
"Yes, well, I would say you do a lot more than stir up the pot, Y/n/n!" Anthony laughs loudly. The shocked and slightly offended look on your face send the audience into a laughing fit as you hit your best friend's arm in reprimand.
Behind you you hear a muffled chuckle and turn to see your boyfriend biting down onto his knuckles to keep from crying of laughter- remembering precisely what episode Anthony was talking about and how the two weeks filming it had gone.
"Really? You too?" You whine, shoulders slumping in defeat as you pout towards the audience. Sebastian lets go of his knuckle, a loud gasp and then laughter echoing. Soon after placing his arm around your shoulders lazily and the audience, as well as the cameras, can visually tell how you automatically perk up at his touch although still trying to seem sad.
"I'm sorry, draga mea, but it's true." Sebastian tuts, "Now," his thumb brushes against your lower lip as it juts out, "put that pretty pout away before anybody gets any ideas." He looks over his shoulder at the audience as if though trying to spy someone suspicious. 'Awws' and suggestive whistles come from the audience.
Sebastian was a very flirty person and was often seen getting cheery with other celebrities in interviews, and even though you knew they were always just friends (if even) it could be hard for some to not get jealous, but you never did. This was why, very simple, what other fans and tabloids saw Sebastian do with others was nothing compared to how he acted with you.
And the best thing was that he never changed it, he never tried to act as if though your relationship was less than or more than it actually was. He simply acted the same way around you, no matter the cameras- apart from, of course, certain situations or gestures.
"You see what I have to deal with every day?" Anthony exclaims from beside you, pointing with his thumb towards the interaction going on between the two of you. Only then did you notice that you had become entranced by your boyfriend, having just stared at him for the last few seconds.
"Ah, yes I see." Jimmy responded, "But you must have a lot of great times on set, though?" he tries to steer the conversation.
"Yes, it's so much fun getting to work with Anthony again- I mean, have you met the man!" Sebastian says, "And working along side Y/n has just been amazing, I've been to many sets which she's worked on but it was so fascinating to see her working and doing her thing."
"I'd also like to add that this is the first time I'm coming into a production where I already have personal relationships with the other actors, apart from maybe making one movie together before. And when I say 'personal relationships' I don't just mean Sebastian and I,"
"No, actually, Sebastian, that is something Y/n and I have wanted to talk to you about," Anthony jokes, turning to face your boyfriend with his hand clasped together on his lap.
"Haha, very funny." you shoot down, rolling your eyes as you continue. "What I wanted to get to," you shoot Anthony a playful glare, "was that apart from Sebastian, Mac has really been my best friend for years now, along with Lizzie." Anthony gives you a warm smile and you squeeze his arm in return.
"That would be Elizabeth Olsen, right?" Kimmel asks, brows furrowed.
"Yes, that would be correct. I've known her for even longer than either Sebastian or Mac, we did the movie 'Kill Your Darlings' together in 2012 and 2013."
"So you've know each other for nearly ten years then?" Jimmy's eyes widen in surprise.
You grin widely, happy to be talking about your close friend, "Yes, nine years, at least."
"Okay, returning to the topic at hand. Who would you say was the biggest prankster on set? Were there many pranks or jokes?"
"Ooh, I've got an answer for this!" Mac nearly sings as he wiggles in his seat. You gesture with your hand for him to go on.
"Y/n and I easily did the best prank of the whole- ever! It was so great!
"What happened? What did you do?" Jimmy moves in his seat as well as he looks between the three of you, making note of how the 'Winter Soldier' actor had hidden his face in his hands with a grunt.
"Okay, so, Bucky has a metal arm which obviously Sebastian does not," Sebastian start, quickly being interrupted by your quiet mumbling.
"I wish..." you say under your breath, Anthony turning to you with a disturbed looked on his face. Your cheeks growing hot at the fact that both the male actors were now staring you down, as well as the audience.
"What was that, Y/n?" Sebastian sound so taken off guard, having removed his hands from his face to look at you. It's your turn to grunt now, wishing you had just kept your mouth shut for once.
"Something tells me that knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could think of." Kimmel adds, the audience whistling and hollering in agreement to your earlier comment.
"Do all of you just want me to chop my arm off?" Sebastian turns to the audience, throwing his hands up in mock offense.
"Anyways, so, for Sebastian to get into the arm he has to use a lot of KY jelly- and I mean a lot, like bucket-loads!" Anthony motions in big circles with his arms, exaggerating to draw laughs from the audience.
"Okay, now you're overexaggerating!" Sebastian defends.
"He really isn't." you scrunch up your nose, giving your boyfriend a lopsided smile, which causes the laughing in the studio to intensify.
"And so, Y/n and I came up with this brilliant plan to switch out the normal jelly for the warming and tingling ones. And so we went to the 'KY-casserole' as we like to call it, his arm-people if you will, and they were in on it!" you squealed in excitement at the memory returning to you. You look over at Sebastian with a wide grin.
"This delayed filming by an hour, by the way. And I had to walk around with it all day!" he looks entirely exhausted as he recalls his memory from that day.
"But that wasn't the best part!" you call out over the laughter, "He acted weird all day, right. Like, obviously you would. And, so, every time we'd ask him what's wrong he'd just pretend like everything was fine. He took it like a champ!" you laugh.
"All the way until..." Anthony let's you continue.
"Until I came into his trailer at the end of the day when they were taking the arm off." you smile, "After the 'KY-casserole' left, he walked over to me with such a big pout and just said," you look directly into the camera as you act out what he had done.
"I can't feel my arm, it's warm and tingly, and I can't feel it... What did you do..?" the pout from earlier return onto your face and you whine as if though you're about to cry.
"I did not do that!" he looks incredulously at you and Anthony.
"It's okay, soldier, of course you didn't." You comfort, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend but turning to mouth at the camera, eyes wide. "He did" you mouth, causing the audience to laugh.
"Oh, no! What did you do?" Sebastian pulls back and looks at you.
"Don't worry about it, soldier." You drawl, scratching his slight scruff and giving his cheek a kiss.
"Well, I'm sad to say that's all we have time for today, folks! I want to thank you three for coming here tonight, as well as our audience, and don't forget to go watch 'The Falcon and the Winter Soldier' on..." he gestures to you.
"Exclusively on Disney+ on March 19th, as well as every Friday after that!" you call out, joining the others in waving at the camera before standing to thank the host.
A/N: This is my first series of independent fics all lined up. I hope the situations and timeline will make sense- I'm really trying!
Requested: This is part II for @msfandomfreak. I hope you like it!! ♡
Summary: Imagine reuniting with your soulmate, Loki, aboard 'The Commadore' after having successfully helped your friends escape Sakaar.
Warnings: None that I can think of except swearing [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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"You." He sounded content. Could you be so lucky to a have him be happy to see you? To have him feel the same for you as you do him.
"You." You smiled at him, seeing the gleam of mischief in his eyes that you just knew meant that he had heard your thoughts, and felt the same.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." Loki sighs, eyes flitting across your face, gaze filled with that of newfound love.
"Oh, no. No. No. No!" Both Thor and Bruce exclaim in a quire, "Really? Him?" the God of Thunder looks genuinely pained at the revelation.
You become awkward, not really knowing how to respond to that. This being entirely opposite to how you'd ever expected it to go when meeting your soulmate.
"We'll talk about it later." Thor instructs, looking between the two of you and you just nod before leaning against the wall closest to your soulmate whilst the rest of the team spread out in the other part of the room.
Listening on the conversation you add some input where you can, not leaving the wall and noticing how you subconsciously face Loki's direction no matter how much you fidget.
"We need a ship." Thor and Bruce echo, turning towards Valkyrie.
"There are one or two ships," she responds, raising her comically large bottle into the air, "Absolute top of the line models..."
"I don't mean to impose..." Loki's smooth voice interrupts the warrior but before he can continue, Valkyrie lunges the glass bottle towards his head.
Raising your hand in front of you in pure instinct, the bottle hits an invisible wall of tightly pressed-together air, the shards falling to the floor instead of edging into his milky skin.
Everybody looks at you with wide eyes, "How did you- wait, I thought you could only manipulate?" Valkyrie questions, trying to meet your gaze, but it had already traveled to Loki to make sure he hadn't gotten hurt from the ricochet.
Loki looks at you in both surprise and that same glint of delight from earlier, but now also a deeply profound level of... love? "The elements, light, dark, even the body. I can't just manipulate minds." Valkyrie stands there dumbfounded, mouth agape.
"So, I'd think twice before trying that again." You give her a look, eyes narrowing. Valkyrie had to fight her own instincts to not grip the knife at her thigh, nodded in acknowledgment at what only the two of you took as a threat.
You felt a wave of pleasure, of pride, rush through your mind. Knowing that it was Loki doing it, as clearly as if he was breathing against your neck or whispering in your ear; you look up at him with a flushed smile, fitting perfectly with his dreamy grin.
"As you were saying," you gesture to Loki.
"The Grandmaster has a great many ships," there is a proud look on his face now as he scours the room, "I may even have stolen the access codes to his security system..."
Looking up at the armada or ships zooming through the sky, you lift your hand to cover your eyes from the burning sun. "What the hell are they doing?" You sigh, closing your eyes to focus. Although your lids cover your vision of the ships, your power knows exactly where to hit as your fists clench at your sides.
A gush of strong wind sends two ships off course; a mist of impenetrable darkness fills the cockpits of three others, causing them to crash somewhere into the city. "Oh! For God's sake, woman!" you grunt in frustration, the crack of two knuckles causing a strong wind to carry the Valkyrie safely into the ship occupied by your friends after she had foolishly jumped into mid air.
Breathing out, wanting desperately to wipe the sweat of your brow, you don't break stance- fists only tightening to the point of them shaking. The battalion of ships following closely behind 'The Commodore' starting to shake as some crumpled up into quickly descending balls of metal, whilst some remained in the air for a moment longer before the windows were covered from the inside in blood and gore.
"Fuck!" you swear, opening your eyes to see the ship just passing by you in the sky. "Really? You're just going to leave me here?" You throw up your arms in mock question before starting to run for the high rising stack of scrap close by.
Leaning into the speed, you leap up the rather unstable mountain almost effortlessly before aiming for the ship and jumping, letting the wind carry you towards your target as it slowly approaches the raging wormhole.
Kicking against a newly conjured up wall of air, you heave yourself onto the ship from one of the small latches on the two sides. Panting as they seal shut behind you, you lean on your knees for stability, knees failing to keep you upright.
"Woah, there, Lady Y/n! Are you alright?" Thor approaches you with outstretched arms, ready to grab onto you if you fell, but you wave him away.
"I'm okay- it's nothing!" you grunt loudly, surprised at the volume as you feel like your drowning in the loss of oxygen in your lungs, throat and chest searing as you try to breathe.
"Where is he?" you snap at the Norse God, trying to stand straight but failing miserably as your back aches, as well as your thighs and arms.
"How the hell did you do all that?" you hear from over where Bruce was steering the ship, the Warrior walking over to you before Thor has a chance to answer your question.
"She's strong." It was a simple answer, but one that held so many hidden meanings that only you seemed to hear as you turn to see the raven haired trickster.
Throwing your arms around his shoulders before you have a moment to think it through, the relief at seeing him safe and unchained was overwhelming. "Oh, thank God!" you wrap your thighs around his middle, body hoisted up against him as he held you tight.
There was nothing inherently sexual about it, although you hoped it would be in the future, there was nothing but unending love and sweet relief tugging at the two of you as your arms tightened around each other.
It probably should have felt strange, at least uncomfortable, to have such strong love and bond with a person you did not really know, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Although he had never told you about himself- never had the chance to, and you only having heard horrible things about him, you couldn't help but feel as if though you knew him inside and out. It was as though your hearts beat as one, minds working together as extensions of each other; you fit perfectly and you both knew that you could not have a future without the other.
"You know, you're going to have to stop saying that," Loki muses as he pulls back to study your face, arms still holding you tight against his chest. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, head tilting to the side in silent question. "You keep thanking that one God for everything..." he jokes, the small hint of jealousy that normally would have been there was extinguished by the content he felt whilst being this close to you.
You laugh, head thrown back as your lips open wide and curl into a satisfied grin. "We're approaching the 'Devil's Anus'!" Bruce calls over his shoulder, clearly distressed as he shakily flew the ship towards the large beam of red light. You can't help but notice how Loki sneers at the reminder that 'the green beast', or at least the less threatening and more annoying version, was indeed on the ship as well.
"I think we have some things to talk about- some things I'd rather get off my chest before we run into battle." As both his brother and the Asgardian warrior turn towards the front of the ship, Loki whispers to you. You nod as well, giving a reassuring smile before letting him carry you through the metal doors in the back.
Sitting down in one of the chairs around the small table, he pulls you down to straddle his lap. Letting out a shuddering breath as the metal doors once again close to give you some privacy, neither one of you pulls away from the closeness. "What is plaguing you, so?"
He looks up at you then and smiles lazily, grasping your hands in his and playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he gazes at you. "I never thought I would find you- I gave up hope a long time ago that someone like me could find happiness..." a near silent voice in your head thinks of all the ways to reassure him and tell him that he did indeed deserve all of this, but you knew he wasn't finished.
"And I am so scared-" he truly was, in that moment he was scared of so many things. He was scared about the fact that he had so easily just told you just that. He was also scared about how he was now second guessing it, how he had doubts which made him feel like he had indeed done this all wrong. But most of all, "I just found you and I can't lose you now. Not today. Not in this war."
"Loki..." you try to comfort him by massaging at the nape of his neck, seeing him visually relax, just not as much as you'd hoped.
"No, I- I can't lose you." He said with such certainty and conviction that it scared you. Not him; he didn't scare you, but rather the fact that he might force you to chose between him and doing what was right. He seems to have read your mind, "Don't worry, I will never force you to chose, I won't take you away from what matters to you."
It was true, he wouldn't. A part of it was from the fear that you wouldn't chose him, but also, because he loved you and he didn't want to make you any less you just to keep your heart beating. He wouldn't be the cause of your soul flickering out, of your mind breaking, of your world crumbling.
"But, I wan't to be by your side. I want us to be equals; partners; to talk to each other and make the other understand?" he doesn't mean it to come out as a question, but it does. He arches an eyebrow, a sign that he desperately needed you to agree with him on this.
You nod, a promise to the other. Sealing it with an almost too gentle kiss to his forehead, you stay like that for a long time before he talks again.
"Then, I will protect you, both in battle and in life. Not because I do not trust that you can do so yourself, or because I think I know better, but because I want to help. I want to make it easier for you to protect yourself." He plays with a strand of hair that had fallen from behind your ear, "Be the first line of defense- a soldier on the front lines, if you will."
An almost silent chuckle rings through the bare room. "And then so shall I, my love." Your voice sounds so far away as you traipse the line between wakefulness and sleep. "I will protect you, both in battle and in life. Not because I do not trust that you can do so yourself, or because I think I know better, but because I want to help." You echo, only Loki noticing how slurred your words became even as you reverberated his earlier words perfectly. A soft smile grows on his lip as he tucks your head onto his shoulder, your face buried into his neck.
"Be the first line of defense-" your voice is no more than a whisper now as you curl into his warmth, "A soldier on the front lines, but also your confidant, your comfort..." You trail off, head falling heavier against him as your body relaxed.
"My comfort, yes, indeed..."
A/N: Ohhh.. this is my first part II to any of the fics that I'm planning to write part II's for! I actually liked this quite a lot and I've wanted to incorporate a Y/n character with the manipulation ability for a while but always felt it was "too op" but whatever, I like it so I think it's gonna return!!
Summary: Imagine crashing Sebastian's Variety interview after they start talking about you, just for the conversation to steer directly towards you instead.
Warnings: One sex joke if you squint [Please tell me if I missed any!]
This is part of a series but each part can be read independently! [Part I] [Part II]
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"- you'll have to wait and see..." Tom clears his voice and looks back at the camera, "I know some people feel they have to tell someone, otherwise they'll tell everyone. How do you guys feel about it?"
The Variety Call goes quite for a second, everybody thinking of an answer. With over twenty minutes having passed, you had been scrolling through your phone for a few minutes; only looking up when Sebastian was speaking or covering your laughs at stupid jokes Mac made.
"I tell everyone in my personal life, and I tell no one in the press!" Lizzie pulls a silly face, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows.
"You trust the people in your personal life?!" sounding dumbfounded, Mackie's eyes widen in surprise.
A stray laugh echoes through the call, "Yeah, I trust them with things that happen in my life that don't get out in the press, so, yes I trust them with marvel news," the actors erupt in laughter and giggling, all except Paul who sports an amused smile, "God help you if you don't, Jeez!"
"This is really revealing about you," Paul joins in, "Yeah, we have people in our personal life that we trust, yeah." he muses at Anthony.
"That's dope, man, that's dope!" Mackie tries to recover, voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the other participants.
"Hopefully! I don't think Mackie does! He's shocked!" Lizzie fires back, sending both the TFATWS actors into an extended fit.
"I feel like Sebastian would be really good at answering this question." Lizzie probes. Sebastians face, the epitome of worry, furrows his brows in confusion.
"What? No!" he exclaims, chin resting in his arm, elbow propped up on the table. Your put away your phone when you hear him talking, directing your full attention over to him.
"How do you feel about answering questions, Sebastian?" the soothing authoritarian voice echoes.
"Well, no, I mean- I tell Y/n everything." he tries to dismiss. Normally he loves talking about you- not that he likes to talk about you in the media, he likes the privacy of your relationship, but he just loves talking about you overall; this time though, with you sitting on the other side of the room quietly, he felt slightly embarrassed to be boasting about you.
"This would be Y/n Y/l/n? Your fiancée, right?" Adam, the interviewer pushes. You smile, not used to being referred to as his fiancée yet.
Everybody's face lights up at the mention of you, "Awe, she is so sweet-" Lizzie smiles, hands covering her cheeks with a smile.
"So sweet-" Mackie adds.
"I love her so much!" the blonde finishes, "She would visit set all the time, walking around the lot, and just hanging out!" she laughs to herself at the memory.
Sebastian nods in confirmation at the interviewer's question, a lopsided smile adorning his face at hearing his friends gush over you. "But, like, there was a time when me telling her everything didn't really matter, considering we were in the same stuff, so it just became a pattern."
Your fiancé scrunches his nose as if the thought of it made him nervous, "It feels weird not to tell her now, it becomes harder to not spoil anything when I don't tell her." He looks up at you and smiles, not at all being smooth about it and tipping everybody off about you being there when you weren't supposed to be.
"Wait! Is she there now?" you hear a muffled squeal from your fiancé's laptop, recognizing the sound of your best friend.
"Umm," Sebastian sounds nervous. Looking over at you to broach your reaction, you nod, smiling reassuringly at him, "Y- Yeah, she is, actually."
He reaches his hand out for you and you get off the couch to grab it, kissing his forehead before leaning over to smile at the camera.
"Hi!" you wave at the people in the call, having met all of them except for Adam, lucky enough to call them all your friends.
The call erupts in greetings and Anthony's excited yell, causing you to laugh at them.
Not letting go of Sebastian's hand, you decide to sit on his lap as the interviewer welcomes you to join, "Y/n! Surprising to see you here! Join us if you'd like!" he gestures with his arm as if pulling out a chair.
"Just for a short while, though, or else Disney will have my head," you joke, not wanting to interrupt the course of the interview.
Adam assures you, "How are you, Y/n? How have you been?"
"No, I've been great, Adam, thank you." you smile down into Sebastian's blue eyes, not surprised to see his whole attention having turned to you, "I mean, quarantine has been tough, but nothing's really been that hard being with this guy, here." you nod towards Sebastian, moving slightly closer on his thigh.
"Oh! I'm willing to bet things have been quite hard for you two, if you catch what I mean!" Anthony howls, clapping his hands together while laughing.
"Mac!" you yell, face flush. You hear Sebastian groan against your chest, hiding his face in one of his hoodies which you wore.
Everybody else laughs, either leaning over so their faces are hidden from the camera or trying to cover with their hands, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Mackie manages to breathe through the laugh induced hiccups.
"Moving on, moving one," you do a rolling gesture with your hand, laughing quietly at the joke that you were sure you would have made had the roles been reversed. Everybody knew it too, which is what made it so much funnier.
"Get me out of here," your fiancé groans again, face red with embarrassment.
"Okay, let's return to the question then, shall we?" Adam tries to steer the interview back.
Sebastian starts, more comfortable in talking now that you were so close to him. "Right, so, before this Variety call I- I had a conversation with Anthony where I was like, 'I just want to know that you'll be on this call, I can't be alone'," his co-star laughs loudly, shifting in his seat, "I-, like, I have, like... I think I have an attachment issue now, to him. I can't even do this without him." you rub a soothing hand on the top of his back.
"See, this is why-" Anthony starts.
"You're like the little brother, and the big brother is just like," Lizzie makes hand movements by her ear to resemble someone talking.
"Why am I not the little brother?" Anthony stammers, "Lizzie, I might be the little brother, how about that?" he sasses.
"I think you're the big brother, and Sebastian likes to let his big brother talk, so that he can just, kind of," she does even more hand gestures.
"Ah, Lizzie, I am so happy that you're making an analysis of our relationship." Sebastian cuts in. You knew that it was true in a way, Sebastian did too- he does get anxious and uncomfortable, and I think that's why it agitated him. All you can do is press yourself a little tighter against him to give him comfort without making it obvious.
"I'm not, like, putting either of you down, by the way." she defends. You knew she didn't mean to and so you give her a barely noticeable nod which you knew would make her understand the situation.
Both Anthony and Sebastian laugh, "Ah, there she is, covering it up!" Anthony responds, also having noticed Sebastian's reaction.
"Is this where the therapy scene came from in 'Falcon and Winter Soldier'?" Tom cuts in with a joke. A relieved chuckle escaping your lips at the tension easing up, grateful for Tom jumping in, "I'm seeing it live! I'm seeing it live, happening right in front of me!" he exclaims.
"That scene is so great!" Mackie starts off, leaning forward in his seat. "Actually, it almost didn't happen-" he explains to the group.
"Mac, I'm warning you..." you raise your eyebrows, pointing a finger at the camera, "I will break quarantine and come over there and slap you! I'm serious!"
"What?! You saved the whole show, Y/n/n! That scene was so important, it wouldn't have been the same without it." he yells.
"Now you're just exaggerating, Mac!" your voice going higher with each word.
"My fiancée, ever the modest liar," Sebastian wraps his arms around you and you hit his chest in offence.
"Now I'm intrigued, what are you talking about?" Paul smiles widely.
"Honestly, Y/n deserves writing credits for this show!" Mackie answers, leaning his head against his knuckles.
"Yeah, she helped rewrite the whole scene- it just wasn't right in the beginning, it didn't have the impact that she brought to it." Sebastian sounds so proud, causing you to hide your face in his neck.
"No one was even supposed to know..." you murmur.
"Huh? Sorry what?" Adam asks.
"Nobody was supposed to know- I didn't mean to," you sit up straight again, "The three of us were just hanging out in Mac's trailer, and everybody was annoyed because the scene just wasn't right. And so, I joked about how this should have a staring contest, to like show their rivalry, and then have Bucky reveal this deep fear just to have Sam shoot it down, resulting in even more tension." you roll your eyes.
"It was just a joke, a dig at Mac's character for being 'coldhearted', and to deepen Bucky's trauma over being all alone in this new world now, the only person who really understood him having left without really saying goodbye."
"You hear how smart she is?!" Mackie gestures with both his hands towards where you were shown on his screen.
"Apparently they loved it, and so without saying anything," you glare at the two of them, "they just run off and tell Kevin Feige, one of the lovely producers, and kind of just reveal how I just shitted on the script and remade it!"
"He loved it, though! Everybody did, draga mea." Sebastian comforts, pecking the side of your jaw. You look up and meet Lizzie's eye, both of you in awe of how sweet he is. Having talked to her many times about how happy he made you, especially when he called you 'my darling' like that, Lizzie was so happy that you had finally found someone like him.
"Not just that one scene, though, right?" Lizzie inquires, having heard the boys gush about you one day when you hadn't been able to make it to set.
"Lizzie, stop it!" you whine, not used to all the praise. Well, of course Sebastian praised you, but you hated being praised like this in public, you were always so embarrassed by it.
"Yes, right! She honestly does deserve writing credits 'cuz sometimes she'd just give us ideas that we improvised and sometimes there were these awesome things she thought of where we just directly ran to one of the producers!" Sebastian recalls, your eyes going wide and mouth falling open in surprise.
"You did what?!"
"I think she just died!" Tom laughs, encouraging the rest of the group to do so as well.
Time passes on and soon it's nearing the thirty-minute mark, having been in the interview for ten minutes you prepare to leave, not wanting to push your luck or make Disney mad.
You squeeze the hand that had been resting against Sebastian's neck gently in preparation, "I should go, but you guys have a lot of fun!" you announce.
"Oh, okay! I love you!" Lizzie exclaims, throwing kisses at the camera.
Giggling, you rise from Sebastian's lap and kiss his forehead again, at the same place as you did when you first joined, "Love all of you guys, and thank you Adam for letting me join. Everybody, take care and I can't wait to see you all again!" you blow kisses towards the camera, as well.
"Goodbye, darling!"
"Bye!"
"Thanks for joining us, Y/n!"
"You have to call me later, Y/n/n!"
"Bye! Bye! Bye!"
Sebastian keeps a tight grip on your hand even as you inch away from the scope of the camera, "Will you stay?" he gives you puppy-dog eyes.
You furrow your eyebrows, "Sebastian, I shouldn't-" you pause.
"Will you stay in the room? Stay close?" he hears himself whining but he can't find it in himself to care that it gets caught on camera. You give him a reassuring smile.
"Of course," you half whisper, noticing how the call had gone silent- observing. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting it fall, "Whatever you want, soldier." you grin, saluting him with two fingers against your forehead, before sitting down on the couch again.
His face lights up at the familiar name, it was one of your favorites to call him, obviously based on his Bucky Barnes character. He grins at you before returning to the interview, spending the following ten minutes with a large smile on his face.
A/N: I was just watching this interview as I started writing on another fic but instead, I decided to write this little gem. As you might notice when I start uploading multiple fics under the same character/person I will use many of the same relationships and/or supporting characters for one specific person. For example: Lizzie being Y/n's best friend in the Sebastian Stan fics, and more.
Hiiiiii can i request a pietro x reader fanfic in wich they are stuck at an airport because their flight is delayed and its like midnight? A meetcute perhaps?
I've had this finished and stored in my drafts for like five days and I'm so sorry for not uploading it earlier but I'm trying to figure out some kind of uploading schedule. It's going to shit...
I hope this is what you wanted, this is the idea I got from your request, at least. ♡
Requested: Yes, by @cutapie. I hope you like it!! ♡
Summary: Imagine meeting a handsome, silver-haired man whilst waiting for your delayed flight.
Warnings: None that I can think of, [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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Gate 13 was near empty as you sat in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs at 10.47 pm, headphones covering one ear. Normally it would have been weird seeing that the plane for New York was scheduled to leave at ten past eleven, but per usual everything bad must happen to you- the plane had been delayed five fricking hours!
As you sat there in the open room at the end of the long hallway past security, the silence was broken only by the incessant snoring from the man two rows down and the slow music pulsing through your headphones, both of which you'd drowned out a long time ago.
Opposite the middle-aged man sprawled out over the seats sits a lady who looks to be about thirty years old from the way her short hair curls away from her tired face. Having made eye contact with her quite a few times, both of you rolling your eyes each time, you observed the way she glared at the snoozing mountain of winter coats in front of her.
"I'd say about five." you look up to see a man sit down beside you, coffee in hand. Looking over him you're met with a mop of wild silver locks, piercing blue eyes, and a straight nose leading down to a pair of blushed lips which rested in a lulled smirk.
You search his eyes for any explanation f or what he had said but he only smiled at you, "I'm sorry, what?" your smile is a bit awkward, and cheeks flushed as you pull your headphones down around your neck.
He gestures with his cup towards the woman you had just been looking at, "The amount of time it'll take until she slaps him- I'll give it about five minutes," both of you chuckle as you look over at the woman again and see how she's edging closer to the edge of her seat, "What's your guess, then?"
You squint your eyes and think for a second before turning to him, propping one elbow onto the corner of your backrest, "I don't know, I think you're giving her too much credit," you whisper before you both start laughing, your hand landing on his knee for balance, "I'd give her about a minute or two."
"Well then, best we don't be here when security gets called," you raise an eyebrow in question. Sitting back again and removing your hand from his leg,
"You know- you haven't even told me your name yet."
"Ah, right, sorry about that," he stretches out a hand to grab yours in a shake, "Pietro. What's your name?" he winks at you.
"Y/n. Nice to meet you, Pietro." you grip his hand in a handshake, not able to stop the tingles in your arm or butterflies in your stomach at his lingering touch.
"Well then, Y/n, want to go somewhere else for a while?" he leans in, elbows resting on his legs as he takes a swig of his coffee. You look over your shoulder at the other end of the hall that you had come from, shops, cafés, and restaurants lining the walls.
"Hmm," you wonder aloud, sight returning to Pietro as he studied your face, "How's the coffee here?" you question, nodding towards the paper cup that he's clutching in his hand.
"Honestly?" you nod, "It's shit!" you burst out laughing, making the woman turn his glare from the sleeping man over to the two of you.
"Sounds perfect," you smile. He snorts at you, grabbing the handle of your carry-on and throwing it over his shoulder before standing and offering his other hand to you.
Walking to one of the small coffeeshops at the back, you sit at a high table with two dainty chairs that fit the aesthetic of the café after ordering.
"So, Pietro... Do tell me, what are you going to do in 'the city that never sleeps', hmm?" you smile against the top of your hand as you rest your chin on top of it, gesturing with your other arm in a large sweeping motion before pulling it onto the table.
"Well, I live there, actually- with my team!" your eyes squint together, humming in response.
Your lips draw into a thin line and brows thinning, "Your team? Like, work-team?" confusion is apparent in your tone.
"Ah ah, that's not how it works! I tell you one thing about me; you tell me one thing about you! That's the rules!" he exclaims.
"Oh?" you bite the side of your knuckle, trying to hide your ridiculously large grin.
His arms raise in defeat, eyes widening, "Yeah, sorry. I don't make the rules!"
"Okay, I'll play along," you settle, "What do you want to know?"
"Let's see," once again the look he gives you makes it look like he's studying something otherworldly, "It's only fair I ask the same question, then."
"I'm going back to live with my dad, I'm going to work for him, actually. Part of a deal we made a few years back," you smile at the memory, "Oh, my turn!"
"You already know my question, though!" Pietro smiles at your excitement, "What did you mean when you said 'team'?"
"I'm kind of- Well, I'm an... Avenger..." you could see the way he visually cringed as he lowered his voice to but a whisper. He probably didn't like to mention it, feeling like he was boasting or something.
"Well then, Pietro. It looks like we'll be working together," you grin, stretching out your hand to shake his once more, "Y/n Stark," it's now your time to wink at his dumbstruck face.
"You, you beautiful thing, are amazing!" he lifts your hand to his lips, tracing kisses along your knuckles as you giggle.
Getting your drinks from a waitress that passes by you pull away from each other to accept them. "I have to ask, Baby Stark, why aren't you on some specked-out jet right now?" his brows furrow.
Laughing at the sound of your father's words in your head you decide to explain the best you could, "My dad and I actually argued about it for quite a while before I won, and not from a lack of trying on his part, I'll tell you."
"It's part of the deal the two of us made. I could go and study in France for four years, and just not be anyone. Not Y/n Stark. Not 'the millionaire's daughter'. Just myself," Pietro nods for you to continue, "On the condition that I came back and 'retook my crown' as my dad said, after those four years," you roll your eyes and you both start laughing.
"That sounds exactly like your dad," he agrees.
"Yeah, and so the four years end and my dad tries to get me back. The thing is, I don't just want to be a pretty face- I want to make a difference, and so we decided to make me an Avenger. Also, I argued that I shouldn't have to 'retake my crown' before arriving in the state, therefore, here I am!" you make jazz hands and you both smile lazily at each other.
After drinking your coffees and talking all about your lives you make your way back to the gate where, sure enough, the woman that had sat there earlier was gone, and the man had moved a few rows down to the wall where he was now asleep once again.
"Miss? Sir? Are you boarding the plane to New York?" a woman's voice makes its way into your sleepy state, successfully waking you up. Looking around you, you watch the way the airport worker nudged Pietro once more before returning to her post.
"Hey, Pietro," you lean into him before standing up, "It's time to wake up," you smile down at him as his eyes open and look at you. "We must have fallen asleep. The plane is boarding, though-" you point with your thumb over your shoulder.
"Ugh, yeah, sure," eyes still heavy with sleep and slightly disoriented, he looks confused over what's happening, but nevertheless he stood and grabbed both of your bags again, the left arm thrown over your shoulder.
A/N: I liked this very much! I love the idea of a meet cute with Pietro!!
Summary: Imagine Tom calling another woman “darling” even though it’s his nickname for you, and you end up having to talk it out with Tom - much to his glee.
Warnings: Reader overthinking things, use of wayyy too many pet names [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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You were his darling- you had been for almost eighteen months now. Any time he would talk to you or about you he would refer to you as darling or his darling. Rarely was it your name, and he would even go as far as acting confused when interviewers, friends or family referred to you as his girlfriend, only correcting them and saying "Oh! You mean my darling Y/n?" afterwards.
It had also gotten you through many tough times; bringing immense reassurance in times of uncertainty, great calm in times of stress, and an overwhelming calm on restless nights where all you could do was toss and turn in bed.
"What's your name, darling?" you turn towards your boyfriend, thinking that he called for you, "Should I write your name?" seeing Tom leaning over the cluttered table and smiling at the young woman who's shirt you'd just signed, your own smile falling at the realization.
Finishing up with the signature, Tom laughs at something the girl says before biding her goodbye and greeting the young boy next in line. You frown, an ache in your chest which you only ever feel while reading a very sad book tugging at your heartstrings.
It was stupid, really, to be upset over a simple nickname. But... it didn't feel simple or irrelevant to you, not after the comfort it kept giving you in your darkest moments.
You cover it up with a half smile, turning back towards the two girls in front of you, the last ones in the line. "Hey," you greet them with faked excitement. They both giggle before one of them, the one you presumed to be older, started gushing over your role in the new Loki show.
"Did you already know that you were getting the part when you were filming Ragnarok?" the younger one asks and you look up from the necklace they had given you with a now genuine smile.
"Well, no. Not entirely, anyway," you laugh, "but they could hardly introduce a love interest and not continue the story, right?" you wink.
Pulling your hair over one shoulder and putting the chain with the purple pendant around your neck, you thank the girls again. They smile at you even wider, not seeming to believe that you wore it, "It reminded us of your suit!" the older one quips, "It's so cool that you have a new 'Shadowbreaker suit' for the show, and not the same one as in the movie."
"Aw, yeah, I know. We had a full mood board for the new suit, and besides, the tight letter and cape don't make me look half bad." you all laugh, they nod in agreement before waving goodbye and walking over to Tom.
Getting tapped on the shoulder, you turn to see one of the convention workers standing behind you. You smile at him in greeting, "Ms. Y/l/n, we have your shuttle ready to take you to the panel- just through those doors there." he nods to the side, gesturing at a pair of metal double doors in the back of the hall.
You move to stand, flatting out the short purple dress you had worn to honor your character, "Thank you," you look down and inspect the id-card hanging around his neck, "Robert."
Walking through the emergency exit doors your smile falls, no longer having to fake happiness as you walked over to the cart. Sitting on the back of it you look up at your security, Eddy, leaning against it.
"You alright?" he asks, arms crossed over his chest. Inspecting you over the rim of his sunglasses, he sees you leaning over your knees and taking calming breaths.
"Umm- Yeah. Sure, I'm just tired after all this." your hand points towards the back of the large building, you cart being parked in a loading alley.
"Uhu, sure." he comments, and you scowl up at him, "I've worked for you for what? Four years?" he smiles.
"Almost five, and you know I hate it when you say that," you hit his arm gently, a smile growing on your face.
"What I mean is- I know you, Y/n. Which means that I also knows when your lying to me. You get that deep wrinkle between your brows when your tired," his laugh is boisterous as he flicks you with a finger between the brows.
"Hey! I do not!" it's time for you to cross your arms defensively now. Eddy lifts a brow at you, eyes widening as if asking 'oh, really'. You take a breath, looking down at your feet and then up again, "Okay, you win Eddy. It's just- it's To-"
You sit up straight as the metal doors open once more, this time Tom and Robert walk out and head the short distance to you. "Darling!" Tom greets, both him and Eddy noting the way you try to hide your flinch.
Your boyfriend's eyebrows scrunch together in question as he sits down next to you, Eddy and Robert sitting in the front. The team of security following your boyfriend fit into an identical cart behind yours, following as Robert started driving towards the part of the building with the large stage.
"You okay, darling?" Tom inquires, you being successful at hiding the second involuntary flinch it sent through your body. You just nod slowly, hearing Eddy tell Tom that you were just tired. Oh, God bless you, Eddy!
You couldn't help but feel betrayed in some weird way, him sharing something that meant so much to you with other people.
Getting through the panel without problem, forgetting your sadness in the moments that Tom pulled you closer or held your hand, you got to you hotel room just after the darkness had set.
Damn him for still having such sway over you even when he hurt you. He hadn't even noticed!
"Should we just order room service and watch movies tonight?" Tom asks after locking the hotel door, saying goodnight to your security who had the surrounding rooms. Planning on ignoring your sadness from today and hoping to get over it, you nod with a smile before going to take off your makeup.
Toweling your face and applying moisturizer, you allow your thoughts to run wild. "Fuck," you sigh, thinking back to the time you and Tom had agreed on talking about your feelings and problems to avoid fights, and knew you had to talk to him about this.
Changing into one of Tom's long sleeved shirts which went to your mid-thigh, you sat against the pillows on your side of the bed. Taking a calming breath to prepare for the conversation you were about to have, you pull your hands into the sleeves and blow a hot breath against your knuckles.
"Tom?" you call into the suite, your boyfriend coming to stand in the doorway, "We need to talk." you cringe immediately, sounding like some teen drama show.
"Did something happen? Is everything okay?" his eyes widen in slight panic as he sat down opposite you on the middle of the bed, "Did I do something?" You lay a calming hand on his leg to slow his thoughts.
"Well, I wanted to talk about today," Tom scrunches his nose in confusion, "I wasn't just tired today, I was-"
You took a breath and looked up at Tom, meeting his gaze he takes your hand in both of his and squeezing it reassuringly. "I was hurt by what you said to that girl. And I don't know if i-" there was a knock on the room, interrupting you.
The man in front of you looked between you and the door, torn between what to do. On one hand he wanted nothing more than to listen to what you were saying, but he also knew that they wouldn't leave if he didn't open. "It's the room service," he explains.
He must have rung down whilst you were getting ready. You nod, squeezing his hand as another set of knocks sounded through the suite. "Go. I will still be here when you come back," you try to joke but knowing that Tom wasn't in any mood to find it funny. You offer a weak smile in consolation, instead.
He moves out the room, not turning his back to you and keeping his sight at you before almost running to get the door.
You can hear muffled voices from the sitting room, wrapping your arms around yourself as you wait. Hearing the door closing and hurried steps heading in your direction, you stand to leave the room.
Shaking his head in no, Tom leads you back to the bed and sits you both down without a word. "But the food, Tom?"
"It can wait. This can't." he shrugs before nodding at you to continue.
"Okay," you bite your bottom lip in thought, how should you phrase this, "I guess I just thought the whole 'darling' thing was kind of our thing..." you whisper, embarrassed.
Tom looks at you quizzically, "Y/n..." you choose to interrupt him before he can finish,
"I know! I know! It's a normal thing, and I swear it's not that I'm jealous because I know you love me, but... It just means a lot to me- it's come to mean a lot to me, thanks to you, and it kind of caught me off guard is all." a small self-deprecating chuckle escapes your lips.'
Looking into his eyes, you see a tentative grin growing on his lips, "Oh! What now? I know it's stu-"
Pressing his lips against yours, choking out any chance you had at continuing, he wraps his hands behind your neck and in your hair. Pulling you closer into him, he lets a small laugh escape through your meshing lips.
"You are the cutest thing, pet." he smiles, keeping you close even after pulling away to talk. You search his face for any hint of his own thoughts but saw nothing except that stupidly wide grin and a sparkle in his eye.
"What?" you breathe, unsure of what was happening.
"Of course it's an 'us thing', darling, I just didn't know it meant that much to you," he gives you a series of soft pecks on your nose.
All you can do is nod, "Well then, darling," he drawls with a thick accent, "I won't do it again, ever. Will that make you happy, pet?"
Insecurity takes over you, convincing you that perhaps you were overreacting to something insignificant. "I don't want you to have to change anything," you murmur.
"I dont have to do anything, Y/n. I want to. I want to do it if it will make you happy, besides, I want the entire world to know that you, and only you, are my darling."
You nod, finally smiling at him and giving him one finally kiss, "Now, can we please eat?"
A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, and I might make Eddy a recurring character for when the reader needs her own security team/security guard! Hope you like it!
Summary: Imagine getting a distressing letter from your younger sister, Emily, and your boyfriend being there to comfort you and relieve your anxiety.
Warnings: Mention of parents fighting/leaving (divorce), talk of future, talk of having kids, just overall comfort with Freddie [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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The boys fell silent as you walked back into the dormitory, shoulders hung low and hair obscuring your features. Gone was that cheery and energetic atmosphere that you had brought when you had first entered your boyfriends shared bedroom.
Lee Jordan cleared his voice, trying to catch your attention but the only response that was given was deafening silence.
Unresponsive, Fred's brows furrowed as he scooted further down at the end of the bed, subconsciously wanting to get closer to you. To comfort you, and ask what was wrong.
You had only left for a few minutes to read the letter you had just gotten, seeking out the calm hall a bit away. Two cats dozing peacefully in a corner, a heap of black and brown fur.
You walked over to your boyfriend and sat down in his lap, the others staring between the two of you with questioning alarm. The letter layed crumpled up on your lap, your younger sister's writing sprawled hurriedly over the parts that Fred could see from where he sat.
It caught Fred off guard, as well as his twin and two best friends.
Sure, it did happen around your friends quite often; you were always either in his lap, sitting next to him with one leg over his, or curled into his side with one of Fred's hands on your thigh, but there was never this open seeking of comfort or dependence shown.
You sat on your side, left side against his woll-clad chest as you curled into him. Gripping his knitted "F" sweater in both hands and hiding your face in his neck, there was an almost desperate need to pull yourself closer to him. To safety.
"What happened, angel," he inquires softly, turning his head to look down at you. You only shake yours in an attempt to ignore the question. "Okay, it's okay," he soothes, kissing the top of your head. Taking your gesture as not wanting to talk about it, he stretches his arms across your figure and ingulfs you in his warm embrace.
He gestures for the others with a nod towards the hall; they dispurse into different parts of the tower, as it was too late to go elsewhere in the castle. Oliver Wood went back to his own dormitory, George went to talk to Alicia Spinnet, and Lee stood from the chair with another sigh, giving Fred's shoulder a reassuring pat and nod before trailing after George.
The quiet seemed to settle, a lot more natural now that it was only the pair of you and not a group of five. Although Fred couldn't help but feel unsettled; normally the silences you two shared left you both feeling comfortable and safe, whilst this one had him worrying.
"My love, you can talk to me," he probes further, wanting to know what bothered you so that he could fix it.
"Just- Just hold me for a while?" it came out as a question although it hadn't meant to be, insecurity lacing your tone and words.
"Of course, angel," his grip around you tightens as he moved farther back on the bed so that you can more comfortably sit together, "I just want to make you feel better."
A long time passes before he dares to speak again, his head having rested on top of yours and his fingers giving soothing caresses on your arm and hip. Eyes trained on the window that showed the now darkening sky, he had noticed your breathing deepening and slowing down after the first twenty minutes.
Convinced you had fallen asleep over an hour ago, he opens his mouth to wake you, "I- that was Em..." you beat him to it, your voice sounding hoarse and surprising him at your wakefulness.
"Hmm," Tom hums in acknowledgment, not wanting to interrupt you. His ginger curls covering his face as he trailed careful kisses against your hairline.
"She heard our parents fighting again..." your sister hadn't gotten her letter when she had turned eleven like you and your older brother had. She was okay with it, but it was hard to leave her for such long periods of time when your parents always fought.
Your breath caught in your throat at swallowing down a sob, and your boyfriend gives you a reassuring squeeze, "She thinks it's over between them, and honestly so do I. My- my... He left. My dad left."
Rubbing your reddening eyes you look up at Fred. "I think it's for good this time, there have been too many 'last chances' already," you whisper, fearing that once it's been said aloud it becomes real.
"Y/n, I-" pulling away to properly meet your gaze he searches his mind for the best words to comfort you, although you both know that the best comfort he gives you has been that in which he didn't think.
"I'm scared, Freddie. My parents, will that be us in the future? Am I doomed to fail us?" his eyes widen with the realization that the problem was something totally different from what he had thought.
You take a breath, and Fred knows that you have to finish before he can answer properly, "Freddie, I have every intent of marrying you someday. I just don't want to screw this up," your finger motions between you.
"Angel, you are not cursed, or bad, and you are not going to 'fail' us, yeah?" he gives you a gentle smile, "What's happening with your parents is horrible but I'll be here. Always. We are different than them- you are different, and I love you so much it's scary; that is not going to change.
Nodding, your anxiety lessens at his touch and his smile, "I fully intend on marrying you to, yeah? I'm going to get down on one knee and I'm going to ask you to make me the happiest man in the world. I'm going to wife you up so fast- you won't know what hit you," you laugh at his little speech, the grin on your boyfriend's lips showing that although it's the truth, he is indeed doing it to make you laugh.
"Does it look like I'm joking, darling?" he quips, "We're going to buy that small house with the rose bushes and dainty fence we saw during the summer. The one that had you smiling like crazy, and we're going to have so many kids we'll hardly be able to fit them all inside."
"Oh, are we now?" you arch your brow at him, a matching grin growing on your own lips.
"We sure are! I can hardly keep my hands off you now, how do you expect me to do so when your my wife, woman?" he jokes and you hit his chest gently, laughing aloud along with him.
He carresses you cheek, voice lowering to a calm murmur. "We will watch them grow and have their own kids. They'll visit all the time and we'll sit on the porch that Georgie and I will have built, joking and playing in uncomfotrtable wooden chairs that you will have bought on a flee market because they were 'too cute to not buy'."
"You've really thought abouth this," he nods, "Will we have a dog?"
"We will have whatever you want- whatever makes you happy."
Leaning in a giving him a few kisses, he dries the few happy tears that had fallen on both your cheeks, "It's a date, then."
"It's a date."
A/N: Hi, this was from the beginning supposed to be a Tom Holland fic but I re-wrote it because I have like 10 drafts of half finished Tom Holland ones already. I hope this was good and that you enjoyed it.
Hii! I read some of your fanfics and I loved them!! I was hoping I could request a fluffy loki soulmate au? Something like a ‘you don’t see colours until you meet your soulmate?’ Feel free to go wherever with this! No rush!✨
Hi! I just finished it and there might be some typos because I'm so damned tired right now, but I just wanted to upload this for you. ♡
There will be a second part with more fluff because I didn't want to make this one too long like my last few uploads, but I really hope you like it!
Requested: Yes, for @msfandomfreak. I hope you like it!! ♡
Summary: Imagine not seeing color until you meet your soulmate, and then finding him on a mission to save his brother, and your best friend, Thor. (soulmate!au)
Warnings: None, I don't think so, at least [Please tell me if I missed any!]
Here's part II !
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You remembered it from when you were young; hearing about it from adults, learning about it in school, and giggling over it with friends.
"Don't worry, sweetie, when you find the one for you, you will know."
"There is a hormone much like serotonin, which floods your brain--"
"When Eric looked at Maisy today, I could have sworn he saw color!"
Having lived alone in New York for years, it became much more of a reality after moving into the Avengers Tower- always surrounded by "the real deal". Stark and Pepper; Nat and Bruce; Clint having told you about his secret wife and children; and even Thor meeting Jane, and then having to help him through their breakup and his denial.
But even though people around you kept meeting their soulmates, and the blacks and whites that clouded your vision were a stark reminder of it, you started to lose hope and belief in the whole thing.
You contented yourself with the friendships and family you had made with the team, being the closest to Thor- his boisterous presence successfully calming your angst at times. You convinced yourself that you would never meet your soulmate, that you might just have been the exception and just didn't have one, no end in sight.
That was until today,
Having received a distressing message from Heimdal, asked after by the prince, you had successfully infiltrated the planet known by its inhabitants as Sakaar, no more than five hours later.
Apart from distant stars, the luminescent glow from skyscraper windows provided the only touch of light in the city streets, although they looked to be at a greater distance than the burning balls of gas.
It was easy to move through the shadows, the half-finished monument of your friend on the side of a building giving you an idea of where Thor was. Having no idea on how to get in and not fancying getting caught before even getting to your teammates, you opt for the next best thing. The Quinjet.
Bruce must have landed here when he didn't come back, you quirk an eyebrow. Taking a few steps back, you accelerate in speed and leap forwards into the crater shaped junkyard, landing steadily beside the run-down ship. Making your way inside, you decide to quietly wait out the dark and scout for entryways.
Jerking awake to the sound of banging against the metal roof, cursing under your breath when the latch opens, you found that you didn't have to search for your friends anymore.
Moving through the crowded marketplaces and alleyways, you use your powers of manipulation to discourage any wandering eyes. Thor leading you through the Hulk parade, you meet up with a woman who Thor introduces you to,
"Hi," Thor starts.
"Hi," the woman responds.
"I was going to do that," your friend defends, pointing towards the unconscious alien laying in front of you.
"Yeah, well, I did it first" she says with refreshing candor.
"That's good. What are you doing here?" you can practically hear the smile in his tone.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving." the woman peers behind Thor; the way Bruce flinches away surely looking like a schoolgirl hiding from her crush.
Humph, you hum from behind your friend in an attempt for him to acknowledge you.
"I got sidetracked," he muses, pointing towards the pair of you.
"You know everybody is looking for you, right?" she asks, pointing towards Thor's openly displayed features.
"Ah, yes. Well, thanks to Lady Y/n here," Thor throws his arm around your shoulders, a proud grin on his face, "we don't need to sneak around or hide ourselves."
She raises an eyebrow in question, looking between the two of you.
"I can show you," you sigh, lifting your hand and trailing your fingers in the air in front of you as if though you were brushing something.
A rumbling starts in the ground, the vibrations causing the gravel at your feet to sputter and move; the sound of hooves in the distance getting louder. A herd of three-headed, grey mares rode through the crowd, but nobody seemed to move. Their eyes red as blood, and teeth half rotten, their neighs tearing at only her eardrums.
"How- How did you do that?" the woman in front of you asks, fidgeting uneasily in front of you. Although you can detect a clear flicker of delight at such a powerful display by a potential ally.
"Manipulation. That's my power," you shrug, "I use it to keep anyone from suspecting anything when they see us walking past."
She nods towards you, leading the group into a building close by. You walk next to her, talking to pass the time, but mostly to ignore the infatuated musings of the men in your company.
After having established that the woman you now knew was a Valkyrie was joining your team, you walk through the door she had led you to.
First in is Thor, then Valkyrie, before you is Bruce, and lastly you. "Suprise," you hear a new voice call out but before you can look up you hear some metal falling to the floor.
"Ow," looking up at the person in front of you at the same time he does, your eyes meet, and the world seems to stop. You throat is either closing or your lungs had stopped working because you could no longer breath.
The scariest thing was that it didn't even seem important. The fact that you couldn't breathe didn't matter to you. You were too consumed by the color that now sprung out in front of you, like fireworks or explosions of color lighting up a normally grey world.
The things that you had forever wanted to see the color of didn't seem to matter now, either. You knew that there was a large window to your left, you had seen it when the door had first opened, but you couldn't for the life of you tear your eyes away to gaze at the sky. You didn't care to look at the color of your hair or your tight, armored suit.
All you could stare into were those beautiful eyes staring back at you. A sea of blues and greens that mixed in the perfect way, luring you further in with every second that passed.
You knew who the man in front of you was, even with the golden chains that wrapped around him you could tell that he was powerful. Loki, God of Mischief, the brother of Thor and destroyer of New York.
"-/n? Y/n? Hello!" Thor waved his arms in the air to catch your attention, but you were scared to move. You weren't scared of him, though, although you surely should be. This was Loki, the Loki, and you were only ever scared that if you moved- if you even blinked, everything would fall apart.
You felt such peace looking at him, but all you could see in his gaze was surprise and slight astonishment. What if he snapped out of it and realized that he hated you, despite never having met you before? You didn't want to act weak then, throwing yourself into his arms like you wanted to, if he was at that very moment plotting on how to affectively break your heart.
No. You could see a small smile rise on his lips, surely having read your mind. Wait, could he read minds? Surely, he can!
"You." he sounded content. Could you be so lucky as to a have him be happy to see you? To have him feel the same for you as you do him?
"You." you smiled at him, seeing the gleam of mischief in his eyes that you just knew meant that he had heard your thoughts, and felt the same.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." Loki sighs, eyes flitting across your face, gaze filled with that of newfound love.
Y/N: Another ask, thank you so much! I hope you liked this and I'm sorry that it took so long to do, I just had to decide where in the whole MCU timeline that I wanted it to take place and so I had to watch all the movies with Loki again to decide. THERE WILL BE A PART 2 COMING, I'VE ALREADY STARTED IT.
Hi love!! There just isn’t enough Pietro content on Tumblr and your writing is amazing, so I wanted to request a fluffy soulmate au with Pietro where the world is black and white until you make physical contact with your soulmate? Feel free to go wherever with this, but can you make the reader’s personality similar to Pietro’s? (I see too many fics where the reader is all shy and a rule-follower and such and I’m nothing like that) I hope you can do this!!🥰
Hi! I just finished it, and it was fun to write so thanks for the idea! I'm slightly sleep deprived now so it might have turned out shit, but I was really excited to write the idea and couldn't wait! Hope it still fits your standars and that you are happy with the results! ♡
(If you're in any way unhappy with it pleeeaseeee send another request because I could do more of like an everyday-meetup thing, you know? If that's more to your liking.)
Requested: Yes, for Anonymous. I hope you like it!! ♡
Summary: Imagine you and Pietro teasing each other ever since he joined the team after Novi Grad but coming to a huge realization after he catches you from falling off a kitchen counter. (soulmate!au)
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, slight sexual theme but nothing major, [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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Walking into the kitchen in the late afternoon, Pietro is greeted by an entertaining sight. Leaning against the door frame of the open kitchen, he stands there quietly before deciding to announce his presence, "Good afternoon," he jokes, tipping an imaginary hat.
"Hey!" you call out, not able to turn fully to greet him.
You stretch your whole body, arm flung above you in attempt at reaching the top shelf in one of the kitchen cabinets. A reasonably small packet of fancy-looking pasta laying on its side, unopened.
"Could you bring me a chair, please?" your other hand coming down to pull at the longer sweatshirt you had gotten to borrow from Peter, "Midtown School of Science & Technology" written in large black letters on the grey fabric. It was warm in New York that day, so you had chosen to only wear the shirt with a pair of formfitting shorts underneath.
"No, actually. I think I'll stay right here." he smirks, and you can hear it in his voice, too. Clearly, he was enjoying the view of you struggling in the corner of the large kitchen, sweatshirt hiking up higher and higher each time you moved.
"Ugh!" you grunt, already starting to climb the side of the counter, both knees now stable on the edge of the cold stone slab.
You grab the handle of the already open cabinet with your right hand, the left gripping onto the lowest of the three wooden sections inside; your elbows shaking as you use your arms to pull yourself to your feet as steadily as possible.
Now standing with your heals over the edge of the countertop and chest pressed firmly against the shelfing, you realize how rocky your stance was and how easy it would be for you to fall backwards and hit your head on the sharp corner of the kitchen island nearby.
"Ehm, Y/l/n... you seem very awfully close to falling, there..." there is uncertainty in his voice now, but none the less you brush off his comment.
"Oh, hush now. It's your fault for not giving me a chair, and besides, I'm already up here," you roll your eyes at him, not fully turning towards him for fear of falling.
You must let go of one hand to grab the pasta but neither grip seems strong enough to hold you steady all by itself. You opt for removing your left hand, since its closest to the packet, and instead hold the handle with an iron grip- elbow turned into your ribs for more stability.
"Besides, I know you love the view," you joke, making an act of rolling your hips when you change stance, bare feet now having a broader gap between them. You hear Pietro groan behind you.
Sometimes the noises he makes as reaction to your teasing make you want to touch him, if just to see if they would get louder. Would he throw out more sokovian curses? More of those insatiable grunts?
You had never seen color before and neither had he, according to Wanda. In the beginning you thought that he was your soulmate because nothing had ever felt truer than when you were around him, but after he had avoided your touch like poison after joining the team, you had given up on that dream a while back, along with any further attempt of making physical contact with him.
It hurt, but you'd settle for this. This kind-of-friendship that felt oh so comforting and heartbreaking at the same time.
Leaning backwards slightly to reach into the cabinet, you realize that the cabinet door hasn't opened fully, and you instead fall back further than you had initially planned, "For fucks sake, Y/n, do you have a death wish or something?"
"Calm down, I'll just--" you shriek, losing your grip around the handle and falling backwards almost in slowmotion.
You squeeze your eyes shut hard, mentally preparing for an impact that never occurs. Instead, a gush of wind grazes your cheek, warm arms enveloping you in safety.
"Are you okay?" A choked gasp sounds from beside you, voice muddled in concern and uncertainty. You nod, opening your eyes to be met with white spots pulsating in your vision.
Looking around, the large smears of light disappearing and leaving space for a whole new world to be registered in your eyes. Sure, the vase on the kitchen island was still shaped like a half circle and filled with lilies, but now the ceramic was a deep blue instead of the almost black it had been before.
You looked around the room, the walls that had felt so trapping and dreary before were no longer a dull grey, but instead a vibrant azure, much like the color of the sky outside the large window that had never brought you anything but a dull ache. Finally looking down at yourself you realize that the sweatshirt you had worn so many times before hadn't been grey and black, but instead blue and yellow.
You looked up at the man that held you in his arms. His hair was much alike what it had been before, a whirlwind of greys and silver. His skin was an olive tone that brought a familiar warmth to his face whilst still allowing for defined features.
But what had changed most was the blues of his eyes. They were slightly wide with poorly hidden anxiety, but they still brought you such overwhelming comfort.
"I knew it..." you whispered, not even registering that you had said anything until you saw his mouth falling open in silent reply.
"You- You did?" he holds you tighter in his arms,
You nod slowly, only now registering the clear anxiety and stress he was displaying.
"Did I do something wrong?" you ask hesitantly, he shakes his head in dismissal, "What is it then?" your brows crease in question.
"Well, to be honest... I never really believe I would meet my soulmate," your palm caresses his cheek in a try at comforting the man, "Then you came along, and I just knew too, I guess, because I started stressing over not being good enough for you..."
You silence him with a kiss so passionate that you pour every feeling into it, hoping that he can pick up on at least one procent of it all.
"You are good enough for me. Isn't that the whole theme of soulmates? That we complete each other and make the other better?" Pietro smiles down at you, fingers brushing away hair from your face.
"Yeah, I guess so..."
A/N: My second ask! I really like this idea a lot, but right now I am slightly sleep deprived so it might have turned out shit. I really hope it was up to your standards, though, because it was fun to write!
May I request a Pietro Maximoff x avenger reader (gender neutral or female) where they are friends and sparring partners (reader has invisibility powers) and one day they hear Pietro talking to himself so they go invisible and go into his room and hear him talking about his crush on the reader? Sorry if that was too much there just isn’t enough Pietro content and I love your fics🥰
Hiiii! I loved that idea sooo much! And thank you so much for being my first request! ♡
Requested: Yes, for Anonymous. I hope you like it!! ♡
Summary: Imagine being able to turn invisible and accidentally overhearing Pietro profess his feeling for you.
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and even more fluff, (probably butchered) russian pet names, sparring (ig?) [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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Grunts echo through the room; the ends of your hair sticking to your shoulders and back when you move around the circle. Your eyes scan across the length of your opponent, studying the way Pietro's body twists and bends in response to your movements.
You have been like this for hours now; at first you had been accompanied by the super soldiers, as well as Wanda and Nat, but they had all left by the time the sun had reached its peak on the sky.
Although the time just kept on ticking for the two of you. Had you looked out the glass-specked wall you would have seen how the sun had been covered by multiple rounds of clouds and was now closely approaching the horizon- not once disrupting the heatwave that seemed to move steadily outside the tower.
Hands propped up in front of your face, you jumped tentatively towards your sparring partner, pushing out your wrist and hitting him square in the face before moving back again. Thighs burning from hours of keeping the fighting stance.
You looked down at your bruised knuckles for a split second. They were covered by carefully wrapped, and re-wrapped, bindings but you could tell that it had stopped preventing the swelling long ago. Drops of sweat ran down your arms, racing towards your bent elbows, in a silent attempt of cooling down your body.
"You getting tired, Y/l/n?" you roll your eyes at your companion's taunt, his exhaustion clear from how his thick accent barely makes it past the wheezing and heavy breathing.
"I was about to ask you the same, Pie," the speedster frowns at the nickname, trying to hide his fondness of it under feigned annoyance.
You chuckle, ducking when he tries to swing his arm at you. Successfully throwing him off course and kicking him of his feet by swinging your leg under him.
Pietro hits the ground with a grunt, all air escaping his lungs involuntarily. Dust flying up around him and into the air as he tries to catch his breath, throwing him into a coughing-fit.
"I win! Again! I thought you were faster than that, speedster," you joke, Pietro's head falling back onto the grey flooring, a silent chuckle running past his separated lips.
Before you can even register that anything happened, he is lying on top of you, arms pinned up by the side of your head to keep you to the ground. Clearly having used his abilities, your voice catches in your throat, "I am, зайка," he breathes against your face, lips almost close enough to graze against your nose, "I win..." he uttered.
"No fair!" you exclaim, trying to pull your wrists from his grip, but succeeding only in his grip tightening. He pulls you up, still holding you close and brushing away a piece of hair that had stuck to your forehead.
"Wanna quit for the day? It seems we've been here for quite a while," he quips, looking over his shoulder and out at the timed lawn-lights that had just turned on outside, signaling that it was dinner soon.
You feel absolutely exhausted, but you wanted to get him back for his little trick first, "Just one more round? I promise to be quick," you wink, knowing that he had to 'prove you wrong' and dispel your confidence in winning against him in such a brief time.
"Sure, мой воин, whatever you'd like," he smiles down at you before taking his stance once again.
You grin, stepping away from him. Admiring him for a second, the way his muscle stretched under his skin and how the blue tank top sat snuggly against his abdomen, before taking up a similar stance.
Your fingers curl towards him as you both stand at the ready, signaling him to approach you. He arches his eyebrow in silent question but moves towards you, fist outstretched, nearly hitting your shoulder.
A shiver runs through your body, feeling as though your skin was split into thousands of small scales that turned inside out, every atom in your body seeming to change direction and position. You were used to the feeling your transformation gave you by now, but it still never failed to give you butterflies.
"Hey! How come it's okay for you to use your powers?" Pietro throws his arms up at his side, rendering himself unprotected, as he spins around in the now seemingly empty room.
A giggle escapes your lips, hand quickly coming to cover your mouth. Pietro turns back towards you, confused over your whereabouts.
You move towards him, being invisible you could now take your time with admiring him without chance of him seeing it. You walk around him in a half circle, leaving him to feel in front of him with his arms,
"You did it first," you purred against his ear, leaning forward with your hands behind your back, a visible shiver coursing down his spine.
Pietro makes haste, now knowing where exactly in the training room you were. He spun and grabbed your waist, kicking your legs out from under you and laying you one the floor carefully. This time only crouching over you instead of laying on top of you, on knee on each side of your hips, and all in the matter of a heartbeat.
Turning visible again, the two of you meet each other's gaze. Before you can protest, or Pietro can tease you further, a slow applaud is heard from the door to the gym.
Pietro pulls back again, and you both sit up on the floor a few feet away from each other, "Wanda!" you exclaim, relieved. Hand falling over your raising heart; not so much from the scare, but from the immense exercise and proximity to the silver-haired speedster.
"Good work, you two," she smiles cheekily, "seems you've been at it for hours!" she motions towards the outside view, now not much more than a sea of blacks with a few sources of light sprawled throughout.
"I just came to say that dinner is in ten, you should get ready," you nod, taking Pietro's hand as he pulls the two of you off the floor, "Ladies," Pietro winks at you, nodding at his sister before speeding towards his room on the other side of the tower.
You walk out into the corridor with Wanda, her hip bumping against yours to get your attention,
"Since when are you two... you know?" she teases, her hand pointing back towards the gym as the two of you keep walking towards your rooms,
"What do you mean?" you arch your eyebrow in confusion, thinking back at what you had done since seeing her at the door,
She frowns at your answer, "Well, my brother and you. All up close and personal- you obviously like each other!"
"What? No! It's not like that," you defend incredulously, your eyes widening at her accusation,
"He called you 'bunny' and 'my warrior', Y/n/n. He likes you." she deadpans, hands snaking onto your shoulders and successfully stopping you in your tracks,
You had known that he called you nicknames, obviously since you heard them most of the time, but you had always thought they were teasing ones. Only allowing yourself to dream of them meaning something like what you called him in your head,
"No. No, Wanda. He just-" you have to take a breath to summon your thoughts in the right order, "He just calls me nicknames, sometimes. He does that with everyone." you shrug, a little hurt by your own words.
"He doesn't, though. And, besides, you don't just call 'a friend' those things. Trust me," she gives you a gentle smile, leading you into your room and sitting on your unmade bed.
"Go take a shower and I'll pick out your outfit," she squeals lighty, not able to hide her excitement at getting to rummage through your closet and dress you.
Not five minutes later, you open your bathroom door in a towel. Walking over to her where she stands analysing the outfit she has laid out for you on the bed, you look down at it and smile, "It looks nice, but you know it's just dinner with the team in the kitchen, right?" she nods, turning to you.
"Oh, you're so pretty!" she gestures to your face where you've just done the bare minimum of makeup to feel more comfortable and let your hair down.
"Put it on, then come to the kitchen," she squeals once again, leaving your room and closing the door behind her.
You huff at the choice of underwear, no, scratch that, lingerie she has laid out for you, a lacy set in your favorite color, but nevertheless putting on the outfit before heading out.
Walking into the kitchen, the loud chatter from the rest of your team seemed to stop immediately as you stepped into their view. Sam and Bucky seemed to both lose their breath as they stared at you, Nat and Wanda smiling like cheshire cats as they looked to you.
"She looks amazing, right, boys?" Nat smiled towards the men on the other side of the table, all nodding incredulously, a deep blush setting on your cheeks as you tried to hide, leaning over Wanda's seat, and hugging her shoulders from behind.
"Don't you think, Pietro?" Wanda inquires, turning towards the man that had been standing behind you in the kitchen. You turn to see him staring at you, plate in hand like he had stopped mid-step when you had walked in.
He nodded carefully, "Yeah, ugh... excuse me for a second?" it came out as more of a question than it was probably supposed to, but Wanda nodded anyway. You frowned as the boy sped out of the kitchen and towards the rest of the tower.
You patted her upper arm quickly, standing straight again, "I'll be right back," you excused, following the man that had just left.
You walked for minutes before finally giving up your search for him, having looked through two whole levels. You walk back, now only having to walk down a single corridor before being back in the loud kitchen.
"Damn you!" a sigh can be heard from one of the doors to your right. It was slightly ajar, but the opening in the doorway facing this way, explaining why you wouldn't have noticed it when you first walked the corridor.
You walk closer to the door, now hearing more clearly, "Why couldn't you have just said something smart? Stupid! And everyone else, just- ugh!" it was clear from the voice that it was the speedster you had been searching for.
You opened the door slightly to pear into the room, seeing Pietro pacing the room with his back to you, hands ripping at his hair. You're about to announce your presence when you feel a familiar feeling coursing through your body. It happened often- your instincts telling you to use your powers, but not like this. It had never happened amongst the team, your family, not unless somebody was yelling, or something scared you.
Following your instincts anyway, you turned invisible for the second time today and creeped into the room. It was obvious that Pietro was irritated over something and beating himself up over it. You took to standing against the wall by his side, close enough to not feel too weird but also not close enough to where he could accidentally touch you.
"Now she'll think you're weird! And after today! Today was good, man! Right?" a frown is edged onto your face, displeasure seeping through your body.
"Why can't you just tell her you love her!" he took a deep breath as yours hitched, he was in love with someone? Someone he had seen today. But he was with me all day?
"Hey, Y/n," your eyes widen, thinking he has somehow seen you, but your worry disappears as he continues, "We need to talk...?" he seems unsure of his own words, "Shit! What are you thinking, Pietro! She'll think something his wrong! Wait, what if this is wrong, what if this feels wrong for her?" his eyes widen in anxiety, but he continues anyway.
"Y/n, hey... ugh.... well, I like you... Like a lot. I'm pretty sure I love you, and like-" a gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it. Pietro freezes in his tracks, turning slowly towards the rest of the room but seeing nothing.
"You- You love m-me?" you breathe out, the tension in the room having gotten so thick that it's slowly choking the two of you.
"Y/n? What- I mean," he looks around the room, eyes landing on you as you turn visible again, "You- you were spying on me?" he asks slowly, not actually hurt over it but anxious over the fact that you had heard him.
"You love me?" you ask again, not answering his question as it seemed stupid and obvious at this point.
He nods tentatively. Taking a step towards you, he fears that you will just turn around and run away from him. Instead, you move quickly towards him, hands snaking around his neck, melting into his warmth as your lips come together in a violent and needy kiss.
After what seems like forever of him holding you tightly against himself, he lets go of your bottom lip. Letting his forehead rest against yours, your noses brushing against each other's from the fact that you don't really want to pull away at all.
"Do you-" Pietro whispered against your lips, you nod as answer, "Please, say it. I want- I need to hear it..." he begs quietly, "I love you, Pie." he smiles at the nickname now, unsure of whether it's because he now knows how much he means to you or because you can't really see the grin that plays on his lips, "I love you too, зайка."
A/N: Omg! I'm so happy this was my first request ever and I loved the idea, I hope it made you happy! Please, if anybody has any requests don't be scared to make them because I absolutely love getting other people's ideas and input.
Summary: Imagine spending a warm day talking outside with James, having it turn into one of the happiest moments of your life.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, fluff, and even more fluff, talk of the future [Please tell me if I missed any!]
This is part of a series but each part can be read independently! [Part I] [Part II]
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He looked up at you then, in the middle of laughing at another one of his own stupid jokes that never failed to make you smile, your body rocking lightly at his movement.
Although, this time you hadn't heard it- this time you had been too preoccupied with the way his lips curled up in a grin and how his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks when the corners of his eyes crinkled.
Normally, his eyes are a deep brown with a hint of green. But not now. Here, in the sun, that is no longer good enough to describe them. The brown melts into copper and golden rays; the green resembling the flora growing at the bottom of the Black Lake.
"You okay there, sweetheart?" he teases, hand running through his hair in a failed attempt to tame the unruly curls.
"Uh... Oh!" your eyes widen in embarrassment, "Yeah, sorry..." you look down at your bare arm where it rests next to your boyfriend's head on your lap. It was much warmer than usual for the end of May.
James turns so that he lays with his chest on the thin blanket, chin now resting on your thigh, instead, "Am I making you blush, Y/n?" you felt heat rushing up your neck, staining your cheeks and ears with a rosy tint.
You cross your arms in front of your chest, shifting your weight to sit against the grass more comfortably, "Am not!" you exclaim, desperate to defend yourself, "Yeah, yeah... sure, sweetness." James's smirk seems to have been permanently edged onto his face. You frown.
"I'm serious, Jamie!" you whine, "No, you're not! I'm fairly sure we left Sirius up at the castle," if looks could kill, James would be dead.
"Okay, I'll stop. Promise," he lifts the hem of your skirt, pecking your naked thigh. You smile, "Mmh," giving a pleased sigh, he breaths against your warm skin, "I wish it could be like this forever," you dream.
"Who says it can't? What's stopping us?" you laugh, "Well, for one, we've got potions class in an hour." your joke earning you a chuckle from your boyfriend.
"No, I mean it." you brush your fingers through his wild curls, choosing to ignore the question when you realize just how many versions of an answer you can give.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/n," he sits up and grabs your hands in both of his, "I know we're young but we're in our last year- and- and we've already been together for nearly two years-" his stuttering gives his nerves away, but you squeeze his hands reassuringly.
"I don't- oh, for fuck's sake," he curses under his breath, and you giggle in response, "I don't see a future in which you are not by my side, sweetheart."
"Oh, Jamie!" you launch at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. You barely pull away, foreheads resting against each other's and laughing when you tip backwards. Falling back on the grass; James's back against the warmed earth, and you straddling his thighs, he pecks the corners of your lips as if in a craze.
"Marry me," he whispers against your cheek, more of a desperate beg than a question. Your breath catches in your throat, "What?" you're unsure if your ears betrayed you, "Marry me?" he kisses your cheek before pulling away, moving his arms around your waist, and pulling you secure against him.
"I love you more than anything in the entire world. I know that you worry about us being too young, but we'll wait to get married if you want to- whatever you want. I just want to give myself entirely to you, I want to be able to call you my fiancée." a lone tear falling down your cheek, causing James to panic and start to ramble.
"I swear, that if you say yes, I will spend every moment of the rest of my life making sure that we can be like this, even if you say no-" you pull your hand out of your boyfriend's grasp, caressing his right cheek with your palm, finger brushing against a faint scar under his eye, "Yes..."
James quietens down, eyes searching yours for any speck of doubt, but finding none, "What?" he breathes out shakily. Your smile widens, "Yes. Yes! A hundred times yes!" the two of you laugh.
"You mean it? Because I tho-" you smother his lips with yours to quiet him. Pulling away, you nod to assure him that you did mean it.
"I don't even have a ring to give you, yet!" he seems to realize,
"Jamie, calm down. It's okay," you laugh, kissing him again,
"You deserve a ring, though, sweetheart," he frowns,
"Okay, then you'll get one," he nods seeming to like your idea.
A/N: I hope you like this one! There is going to be a second part to this story where you tell your friends and then when James goes ringshopping with the Marauders when Lily is keeping you busy.
Summary: Imagine being an Avenger and participating in the Battle of Sokovia, where you end up saving Pietro’s life more than once. (Allies to lovers, kind of?)
Warnings: Swearing, panicked reader, battle, fluff, weapons, the use of the word “edge” way too much [Please tell me if I missed any!]
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You wanted to cry. You weren't weak, but you wanted to cry from all the frustration and anger you felt when looking out at the city of Novi Grad. The roof of the crumbling building gave you a good vantage point of the battle raging on around you.
For every large group of mechanical soldiers that passed by in the streets, you either sent them flying, crushed them, or buried them deep into the ground, successfully destroying them each time.
You were supposed to secure the way for the people to escape towards the ships whilst the others protected the key. You were their last line of defense, so you needed to keep your mind clear and body strong. Pietro was also supposed to help with the evacuations, helping people towards the ships, warning others, and defending those that ran astray.
Screeches were heard from your right; behind the building you were standing on a larger group of robots moved like waves closer towards the evacuation ships. You turned and looked closer; streaks of blue moved at an abnormally fast pace through the bunch of silver & grey.
You made to move, jumping up on the heightened ledge, "Y/n, do not do that! Stay there," your father called through the comms. You looked up at the red and golden suit flying through the sky above you, rolling your eyes, "Dad!"
Looking down again, you saw the speedster slow to a stop, taking a few deep breaths before meeting your eye. You huffed before once again turning to the ever-growing army of robots, spreading your arms as they were stretched out in front of you, concrete and rock separating and burying the machines in soil and dirt.
Hopefully, that will keep them busy for a little while.
Pietro looks up at you then, astounded, before running off towards his sister in the town square.
Much time past before you saw Pietro again, ironically. In the time it had taken you to get down the side of the building hardly any of the robots had been strong enough to crawl up from their grave. You had spent your time systematically destroying them as they scratched their way out of the rubble; crushed metal and still squirming robots spiraling and hovering in the air around you.
Turning to the sound of fatigued grunts behind you, you spin just in time to see Pietro defending one of the evacuation ships that was trying to leave the floating city.
You run towards him, seeing another gathering of robots moving towards him and the ship. You shot your hands out in front of you, most of the machines flying off the side of Novi Grad. Although, you weren't fast enough- or not powerful enough, you weren't sure, because there was still one single robot launching at the speedster. Having fought off all others, he didn't notice it until it was too late.
"Pietro!" the machine gripped him around the shoulders and brought him down to the ground. The weight of the impact was too much for the unstable edge, the rubble giving out under them and flowing off the side like sand between your fingers.
"No!" you cried, reaching the edge just in time to see Pietro's silver locks get drowned by the gravel. You fall to your knees a bit from the edge, this was the first time you had ever had anyone die in front of you.
Sure, you had been on missions before, but never anything as big or serious as this. Nobody had ever gotten anything more than a concussion or a deep flesh wound.
Labored breaths bait you closer towards the edge, looking down, you catch a glimpse of the speedster below you. Straining to see, you realize he's holding himself up, body hanging limp in the air.
You reach your hand out over the ledge, straining so that you won't fall down the ever-rising town as well. Pietro's eyes dart between your outstretched arm, your face, the edge above him, and finally the crooked metal rebar that he's gripping with an iron fist.
He tries to heave himself up, ignoring your presence, but when the bar shifts even further out the crumbling concrete, he abandons the idea. Looking down under him, Pietro curses under his breath, gripping harder around the bar as his hands start to slip.
You purse your lips, wetting them, and blow away a lock of hair that had fallen in front of your face. You look over your shoulder, a smaller group of robots moving towards you before being blown up by an explosive arrow.
"Y/n! Get away from there!" you hear Clint yell through your earpiece. You turn back towards Pietro, stretching even further out over the edge, small pieces of rock and asphalt crumbling and falling off under your knees. Fuck.
"For god's sake! Just grab my hand!" the heavy suspicion in his gaze is replaced by wary doubt, "I know you don't trust me, but it's not worth dying over!"
What you said seemed to make sense to your kind-of-teammate, because he reached out and gripped your hand just as the rest of the rebar lost grip of the hard material and fell into the abyss below you.
You grunt as you stretch out your other arm and grip his elbow, trying to tilt backwards to pull you both further away from the edge. Your grip lightens as he lifts himself up, still with your help, and you both fall against the burning-hot asphalt.
Energy seemed to flow through the ground; like blood through veins, it gave the impression that sizzling warmth radiated through the cracks in the earth.
You cough, "Are you okay?" you groan, letting your head fall in exhaustion. But before he has time to answer, he's speeding the two of you to the outer corner of a brick building.
"Why di-" he puts his hand over your mouth, using the other to signal with a finger against his lips. He looks over his shoulder towards where you had just been, wheezing, trying to catch his own breath.
You look over at the same place he is, armed androids scuffling around the area in search for you.
You shrieked, another explosion coming out of nowhere and hitting too close to the two of you, eliminating the enemy, "Watch where you're shooting, Clint!" you quip, "Sorry, baby Stark!" Pietro frowned at you, remembering that it was indeed a Stark who had just saved his life.
"We gotta move out. Even I can tell the air is getting thin," Cap speaks through the comms, you nod towards Pietro and move to stand, "You guys get to the boats. I'll sweep for stragglers. Be right behind you."
Pietro grabs your hand, stopping you from peeking out behind the corner of the building, "Thank you," he says with a genuine smile, before lifting you off the ground. You stand on weak legs when he puts you down by the last remaining ship.
He turns to leave but you stop him with a hand on his bicep, "Where are you going?" you ask, concerned. He smiles again. You were cute when you worried, he thought. "I'm going to get my sister. I'll be back," he sped away before you could argue.
You're left to fret, but true to his word he returns not even a minute later. "Where's your sister?" you ask, seeing that he returned alone, "She's coming-" you looked over to the side while Pietro speeds off.
You immediately seem to realize what he's doing, but you wouldn't let him. The moment the bullets graze his skin, a thick piece of concrete flies up from beside him. Covering him the best you can whilst still running towards him proved difficult, but your conviction didn't allow for any mistakes.
The moment the bullets stopped firing, you sweeped your arms to the side, causing the block of concrete to crash into the metal-being and destroy it.
"Are you okay?" you hug him before you can even think about it, pulling back you only see three bullet wounds, two in his arm and one in his shoulder. He looked up at you in disbelief, mouth falling open but no words coming out, nodding his head in a yes, "What? You didn't see that coming?" you grin; and maybe it's because of all the adrenaline, or maybe it's because you had saved his life twice now, but he leaned in and let his lips brush against your own before passionately kissing you. Or just maybe... it could be because of something else, something deeper.
And maybe it's because of all the adrenaline, or maybe it's because you had thought he had died twice now, but you kissed him back, tears of relief making your kiss wet. Or just maybe... it could be because of something else, something deeper.
A/N: I love, love, LOVE writing for Pietro. He is such a sweetheart and I just loved this concept because I cannot (and will not) deal with his death.
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