#goblin!verse

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Bruce quirked an eyebrow and watched you for a moment. He wasn't sure WHAT exactly he missed- and he was frantically scanning his memory for anything it MIGHT be. But.

He could FEEL a storm coming.

You were about to make a fucking scene. A big one. And he took a deep breath, mentally preparing to strap in as he watched you look the assembled kids and your assistant.

"I want a list of EVERY drag event coming in the next two weeks," you announce calmy.

"Why?" Bruce asked. "Not that I'm opposed but-"

"Because," you answer, just as calmly, "If people want to hassle them and make a scene, I'll make a bigger one. I fucking DARE them to try some bullshit if I plant my ass in the front row with an entourage."

"Y/N-"

"You can punch them later if you want," you shrug. "But now I'm gonna make sure that the best part of my fan base gets left the fuck alone." You push yourself back from the desk and stretch, yawning.

"I thought we were your favorite," Steph pouted, teasing.

"Listen, darling," you hum, "The girls, the gays, and the theys made me a fashion icon and a living meme. I basically just hold out my hand and money falls into it." You snort. "If you guys want to handle certain things your way, that's fine. But sometimes you don't need finesse. You just gotta show up."

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"Mother fuck-"

"I know it hurts," Logan said, trying to ignore the urge he felt to clench his fists and growl- it wasn't your fault. "Just breathe through it."

"Sounds like prom."

He snorted in spite of himself, "Sounds like he didn't know what he was doing."

"I didn't either-"

Logan tutted and rubbed your calves in his hands, "Kids these days-"

You sit up slowly and smile a little, "Don't tell me back in your day-"

"In my day you didn't just ram your cock into the girl and tell her to take a deep breath," he huffed. "If you were gonna ruin her you had to make it worthwhile."

"Sweet talker," you tell him grinning.

"Can't let Wade do all the talking," he reasoned. "Feel better?" He ran his hands down your legs and over your hips, trying not to let you see how worried he was. It was damp today. And getting cold. You ached and muscles were spasming all over the place.

You'd explained once that when your spine was fucked everything else had to work harder to compensate. You had to sit, stand, walk, lift..adjust your whole life around it. So- muscles, bones, tendons- it was bound to protest.

Today he could see it. All your weight was on your right side when you stood. Without thinking, you were calculating how to hold things against your body to move them. Pain radiated around you like an aura even if you weren't complaining about it. And Wade had decided that today you were going to have the princess treatment you deserved.

"I'm okay," you assure him, "I just need to stop whining."

"You can whine to us," he murmured, idly taking one of your feet in his hands to start working on it. "We get it- or Wade does, sort of. And I- well. I do my fair share of bitching."

You nod, jerking your foot slightly when he hit a tender spot; making Logan grimace in apology. "Where is Wade?"

Logan shrugged, "He told me to play guard dog and ran out of here talking about heart shaped shit and glitter."

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"How does she fare?" Thor asked, arms folded. After three days, he couldn't bear to look in on you anymore. You seemed so small and so frail- hovering still between this life and the next. And he still had no answers.

No reason why someone would have beaten you so badly and left you to die. In a wedding dress. Some things had been found. More torn fabric. A bouquet. Shoes- little embroidered slippers. Wood splinters and a knife.

But no reason.

"Stronger," the old woman said, "but not awake yet, though we're hopeful-"

"Hopeful?" he asked trying not to growl.

"She seems to not WANT to open her eyes yet," she said shaking her head. "Something holds her there. But... she lives."

Thor nodded slowly. "Keep an eye on her. Send someone to me when she opens her eyes- I need to speak with her urgently."

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You sat up slowly and for a moment, you didn't open your eyes. Wind swept through grass hot and dry and on the air you could smell a storm.

Danger then. It was coming for you. If it hadn't already.

"Hell's Teeth." You hissed and slowly opened you eyes frowning a the barren waste around you. Where were you?

The storm dark sky replaced the brilliant endless aqua with clouds that bent to your will. And the dry brittle grass wasn't the fragrant apple green you'd spend hours in. Dotted with flowers and trees to climb. And the Lake. Dear gods. It was just... a vast mud pit. What was this place?

How did you get here? And more importantly, where was here?

"My lady!"

Distantly, you hear someone calling. A voice you don't recognize. And you can feel a tug. It's not sharp but it's like a hand on the back of your skirt, pulling. Like a puppy pulling you when you go to leave them. Insistent. Urgent.

And then.

You're bolt upright. Panting and clutching your chest. In an unfamiliar room wood furnishing and starched white linens. A quilt and an old radiator... why do you know these things? These words but you can't remember where you are? Or even- who you are?

"You're awake!" A flurry of hands, soft helpful hands attached to kind people with soft voices surge forward. And you have no choice but to be borne along. Allowing them to proffer water and warm broth. To check bandages for wounds you don't remember getting.

You hear them murmuring to themselves. Little notes about this wound and that one. Notes about your pupils as they shine lights in them. And you hear someone sentto find 'His Majesty'.

"Excuse me, miss?" you ask the young woman rebandaging your hand.

"Yes?"

"Who am I?" you try, "And also... where am I?"

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I do not have an ask for this but it haunts me

It was a long walk, off the beaten path. But it helped. It had been a long day relearning how to run his own country. How to help his own people. How to get his life back. And Thor was mentally exhausted.

This problem. That problem. It wasn't a grand adventure, but. It was Duty, it was honor, it was love... At least that's what he kept telling himself. If he kept saying it, perhaps he could make it true.

Drown out the guilt he wanted to run away from. Embrace what he was now. Be the king they needed him to be. For now though, he could run away into the woods. And think.

Or- He planned to.

But.

The universe had other plans. And it started with broken branches. And drops of blood. Torn white fabric and little shining beads. And like a bloodhound he followed the staggering, nonsensical trail.

Until he found the body.

And his heart dropped.

A bride in her white dress. Covered in blood and dirt. Her face buried her hands broken. But at sometime, someone had loved you. Or you loved them. You were dressed with care. Your ornaments and the dress looked old. Not new. Like heirlooms.

And now you were here. Your head gashed and your body broken. He dropped to his knees near you and exhaled sharply. The faces of other innocent women flash through his mind. Their lives were destroyed, and he swallowed hard. Reaching out carefully to stroke hair off your face. "Poor girl," he murmured, "I'm so sorry." He leaned down to kiss your forehead in apology and felt- breath.

The barest whisper of your breath against his skin. You lived, however thin the thread. As long as he hurried there was hope. Thor Quickly and carefully gathered you into his arms and carried you through the woods.

Ignoring the curious looks, he bore you to the healers. They would know what to do. They could heal you. Even here. Of that he was certain. You breathed. You survived.

"Your Majesty," one of the healers stuttered, "What is happe-"

"She breathes," Thor panted laying you on an infirmary bed, "please-"

"We'll do our best," she said nodding, "but-"

"Someone has done her a grave wrong," Thor said, his eyes darkening, "and they left her in my borders. Whoever she is, she's my responsibility."

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Casual Reminders:

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I make liberal use of my block button :)

And I will block any and all minors that I find interacting with my content.

I do not have a masterlist. I have tags.

And I do not do tag lists.

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Marvel

DC

The Mercedes Thompson Mysteries

Dresden Files

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