Request: Hi, I'm just finish Poco's udon world, and right of the batch I thought what if Poco is Thor's son, Poco has some of his feature too and I remember your fic Surprise Visit. Can you please do a Part 2 of it?🥺 reader is like Thor but he quite shy and always bring with books that his mother read before bed they bonding by activities together Thor bring him to Asgard to meet his grandparents Loki read them books, tell them stories, show and teach them magic (Harry Potter) with Freyaa and all fluff❤
The first few days after finally meeting your dad had been awkward to say the least. You were spending almost every waking moment either with him, or your uncle. You had expected that Loki would be a lot more awkward with you- or straight up wouldn’t like you from the get go, but it ended up being kind of the opposite. Thor had been a bit too eager from the get go to play the fatherly role, and you found it unnerving, and when Thor realised that (with help from Clint and Steve pointing it out for him) he backed up and started to just try and get to know you, your interests, your dislikes, and take things a little slower. Loki, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pushy, gave you space, and didn’t force conversation on to you. Eventually though, you ended up finding something to bond with Loki over; Books.
You had been interested in the books he read, even if you couldn’t read the language, and worked up the courage to ask him about it, and after an explanation, he asked what kind of books you liked, and it was a start of an actual long and meaningful conversation. Loki took that, and hinted that Thor should look into those books. The next day, Thor showed up to your room with a pile of books in his arms and a grin on his face.
Things since then had got a lot better between you and your dad. Instead of forcing it, or acting the part for the sake of it, Thor had naturally fallen into the father role that made it a comfortable change for you. Thor had little interest in books, but you had the ritual with him now of him buying a book for you, you read it, and after every chapter, you give him a rundown of what happened in detail, and you’d discuss it. You’d opened up a bit with him over the weeks, about what your life was like growing up with mum, holidays, key memories for you, and the rituals you two had- including reading books before bed together, which was where your love for books came from. Thor soon got you some of the books you mentioned, so you could do it with him. You got into a nice rhythm of living with and being around your dad and uncle, to the point where you were expecting it when an advancement was suggested.
“How do you feel about going to Asgard with Loki and I, tomorrow?” Thor asked, as you were tidying up after another late night discussion about a book you had been reading- this one actually a recommendation from your Uncle Loki. You stopped what you were doing, and looked over at Thor, who waited patiently.
“Uh… sure. Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, and immediately his face lit up. You had long guessed this conversation would happen, so you had time to prepare for it, though you knew that was actually impossible. What could prepare you for going to the land of gods- where you know you didn’t belong, even if Thor was your father? “Do… Do they know about me?” You asked cautiously.
“Of course!” He immediately answered. “As soon as I returned to Agard after we met, I told mother and father about you, and my friends! I wanted to tell the entire kingdom, but mother- your grandmother, insisted we wait till you met them all first before telling the rest of Asgard. Freya, your grandmother, is the most eager to meet you.” He gushed to you. You’d heard a lot about your grandparents through both Thor and Loki. Admittedly, Thor was the only one who talked about Odin, and while Loki didn’t talk much about them, when he did, it was always about Freya, about how she was also a bit of a bookworm, and how she taught him magic.
You got up early the next morning, mostly due to struggling to sleep from the anticipation, and you didn’t have to wait for either your dad or uncle to be ready either, though you couldn’t tell if it was due to excitement or nerves, or maybe they were both feeling those things- your dad the excitement, and Loki the nerves. It didn’t help that your dad was a raving optimist, and your uncle was a pessimist, so you couldn’t tell who was feeling the right way, so you just adopted a bit of each of their emotions. Cautiously excited.
You honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you actually got there, or even the process of getting there in the first place, but as soon as you left the Bifrost, you were in awe. Sure, they had told you all about Asguard- the rainbow path that led to it, the great kingdom, the beauty of it all, but none of that was in comparison to what you were actually seeing. You remained in stunned silence the entire walk up the bridge, actually entering into Asguard, past the several hundred people who came to welcome them back and ask about you, up until your father actually called for you, after seeing you distracted by something else further away. You turned, seeing several people stood with your father and uncle, looking at you smiling. “Y/N, these are my friends, Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif.” Your father introduced you.
“So this is the little prince?” Sif questioned with a smile.
“Little? Thor, you said he was a boy! Give it a few years and he’ll be ready to be king!” Volstagg laughed, though the mention of such a role made you look at Loki quickly, and then your dad.
“He is a boy! The very idea of being king is still a long way away- you make it sound like he’ll outlive me.” Thor defended.
“Speaking of Kings.” Loki spoke up, placing hand on Thor’s shoulder.
“Right! Haven’t had the chance to introduce him to the rest of his family. We’ll pick this up later, promise.” Thor told them motioning you over, and guiding you deeper into the kingdom, down several expansive corridors, before you turned a corner, and spotted a group of women talking in the hallway ahead, and your father and uncle stopped. “Loki, stay here with Y/N.” Thor requested, before going towards the group, and you looked up at Loki confused, who patted you on the shoulder. You watched as your father approached the group, made some small talk, before all the women except one left down another hallway, and Thor stepped to the side, motioning the woman towards you and Loki, and you realised who she must be. Freya. Your grandmother.
As soon as she saw you properly, she smiled warmly, hands clasped and pressed against her chest with excitement, and any fear you had- fear of not being liked, or not meeting their standards, of being a disappointment, being looked down on for being half human- it all faded. You could feel the love and acceptance radiating off the woman as she reached out her hands, and took your own. “Y/N, words cannot describe the absolute joy I feel to finally be in your presence finally after all of Thor’s descriptions.” Freya told you, gently squeezing your hands, and you couldn’t help but smile too.
“I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you too from dad and uncle Loki.” You told her, and her smile grew, before she pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around you.
“Thor- Loki, go tell your father that you’re here with Y/N- I’ll give Y/N a tour of the palace- we’ll be in the library when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.” Freya decided, already walking away with you, and you didn’t fight it, leaving with her.
Thor and Loki did as ordered, finding their father, letting them know they’d also brought you, and after a bit of back and forth questioning where exactly you were, and Loki explaining their mother had already stolen you away herself, and Odin simply sighed, and got up to follow his sons to head to the Library.
By the time they met back up with you and Freya, you and her were already getting along like a house on fire- she’d asked about your mother, her health, your childhood, her own expieriences that related when raising Thor and Loki, and when she heard about your little tradition with Thor with books, she picked out a book for you to take home to read, and to keep. You felt comfortable enough with her to ask about Loki and Odin’s relationship, the comment Thor’s friends made about being King one day and how you weren’t big on the idea, and also how according to how your dad and Loki talked about Odin, you were much more worried about meeting him than her. Freya had answers your questions, reassured you of your worries, and promised Odin would be on his best behaviour, and she helped your first meeting with Odin a lot from the get go.
As soon as Freya saw her husband, she stood first, smiling. “Odin, thank you for joining us. I was just about to ask Y/N if they’d like a private family dinner. What do you think?” Freya asked him, wrapping an arm around you again, and you smiled nervously at your grandfather, who was a lot more intimidating than you had anticipated. Odin didn’t talk at first, stepping a little closer, and you panicked internally, not knowing what to do, if you were supposed to do something- but Freya had kept her arm around you, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance.
“That can certainly be arranged. It’ll let us get to know our grandson. Thor, will you come with me to make the arrangements?” He asked, of his oldest, who nodded. “See you at dinner, Y/N.” He told you, before making his leave, Thor smiling at you, before following after him.
“In the meantime.” Freya spoke up once the two were quite a distance away. “Y/N, want to learn some magic?” She asked.
“Mother, I don’t know about that…” Loki fussed.
“Just beginning spells, nothing serious… we’ll save that for later. Maybe you could mentor Y/N as well when back on Midgard.” She suggested, and you realised that maybe, just maybe… Loki got some of his mischief from his mother.
“Am I able to do magic? Since I’m half human?” You questioned.
“I believe so, it’s worth a try. You coming Loki?” Freya questioned her son, who simply sighed, and followed after, deciding to be apart of his mother’s antics, knowing that Thor might lose his mind when he finds out about this.
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Own Secrets (Matt Murdock X Teen!Male!Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Matt Murdock X Teen!Male!Reader, Foggy Nelson X Nephew!Reader
Universe: Marvel, Daredevil
Warnings: worry of gang activity
Request: Could I please request something in which the reader is Foggy Nelson's nephew and Matt finds out that he's a vigilante, too?
Matt had been friends with foggy for years upon years, so it made sense that he would know his close family as well; he met you when you were still pretty young, when your Uncle has offered to watch you while your sister had to do some things and you weren’t old enough to be left alone, and Foggy far from minded watching his nephew. Foggy also had work so he brought you in with him, and that’s how you were introduced to the blind lawyer.
You and Matt didn’t see each other that often, maybe two or three times a month at best, but that didn’t mean you didn’t get along like a house on fire. You liked to ask him stupid law questions to try and find loopholes and Matt happily answered and even pointed out loopholes of his own, and that made Foggy comment he was teaching you to be both of their nightmare if facing you in court.
However, recently Matt had been seeing you a little more frequently, though you were a lot more quiet and reserved. You were a teenager now, and both Foggy and your mom had seen a change in your personality. While both hoped it was just angsty teen things and you’d soon open up again and tell them what was up, Foggy had been seeing you more to make sure you knew he was there if you wanted to talk, and Matt had also made sure that you knew he was available as well. You stayed quiet though, but Matt deep down knew something was up. Whenever they’d try to talk to you about it your heartbeat would pick up. Something was bothering you, and it was something big. Matt was genuinely and completely concerned that you’d somehow wound up getting on the bad side of a gang or group in Hell's kitchen.
He had a new plan in mind. He left work early saying there was something needing doing, and immediately got dressed into his red attire, and he waited. And waited, until you left the building with Foggy, him walking you to the bus stop and waiting for the bus to arrive before you separated from him. He followed your route till he heard you get off the bus, thanking the driver, and he heard you go into the nearby alley and unzip your jacket and backpack, and the fumbling off material. He came down the fire escape till he was just above you, and it was clear you were getting dressed into something else. “What are you up to?” That sent your heart sky rocketting and your back slamming against the opposite wall, eyes on him now. He jumped down to be on your level, and put his hands on his hips.
“...I’m not gonna do anything bad, I promise.” You told him.
“Then what are you up to?” He asked. He got a moment of silence, though you didn’t run.
“You’ve got powers, right?”
“Yes, technically.”
“And you use them for good.”
“Yes.”
“I want to do that as well.” Now that caught Matt off guard.
“...What’s your power?” He asked.
“I mean it’s nothing special… I can turn invisible and pass through walls and such… basically become a ghost.” You shrugged, rubbing your arms. Matt’s head turned to the side slightly in thought as things quickly fell into place. A bunch of criminals had recently been caught due to anonymous tips being called in of them having certain things on them, where they live, or their plans, things that would only be known from someone inside of it… or…
“You’re the anonymous tipper.”
“Yeah- I don’t plant it, I just find out who these criminals are and… you know… have a look, see if there’s anything that I can call in… okay that’s technically illegal since I’m… well I’m not breaking and entering since I went through the wall… trespassing?” You explained in a ramble, and Matt couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Am I in trouble?”
“...No. You’re not. But you’re a kid… does anyone know you’re doing this? What if something happens to you and your family don’t know what you’re doing there and the police or they presume you were part of it?” He asked. He could smell the guilt coming from you.
“...I don’t want to worry my mom, and I want to tell my uncle but I’m scared that since it’s technically illegal he’ll get really mad at me and no one knows about my powers… I only just recently figured out how to use them…” You explained. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay, calm down, son.” Matt put his hand on your shoulder, hearing your heartbeat rising again. “What if I helped you tell your uncle? I’ll go with you, and I’ll promise to keep an ear out for you. You find the proof, I’ll deal with the criminals and then we call it in, how does that sound? That way we also know they’ll be caught instead of hoping the police actually show up in time.” He offered.
“But you don’t know my uncle, you don’t know how he’d react.” You defended. Again, Matt chuckled.
“Kid, you have no idea… I’ll explain after we sort this out with your uncle, okay? Come on.” He ushered you, knowing Foggy would still be at the office and he knew a shortcut which meant no one should see you two. He knew Foggy wouldn’t me mad, maybe worried, but if anything relieved that he’d found what had you so reserved.
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Being Sam’s Half Demon, Biracial Son Would Include...
Characters: Sam Winchester X Son!Reader
Universe: Supernatural
Warnings: Some Violence
Request: Can you doa headcannon of being Sam's son but from a diffrent ethnicity( black, asian, Hispanic, etc) and a half demon ahalf human
Dean was cautious when you were first born
Until he made a stupid joke when he had to watch you and you laughed for the first time
When Sam got back, Dean refused to put you down
You’re presumably like Jesse- your powers don’t really come into affect till you’re older
Your dad explaining what your powers mean and what you’re capable of
You’ve used your powers on more than one occasion to save your family, including Castiel.
Sam uses this fact to defend you against others who say you’re evil.
For some reason most hunters seem to come from the south, so if for some reason they come across a hunter who is a little small minded, or say anything on your ethnicity… well…
Sam and Dean will go into full protecc mode.
Yes, they know you’re also kind of the antichrist. Yes, you could just wish him away if you really want to. But he insulted you and hurt your feelings, leave it to dad and uncle Dean.
These idiots will forget you’re half demon. All. The. Time.
“How can we do this?” “I could stop him.” “How, son?” “...” “...” “... Dad I’m literally half demon.” “...oh yeah. Forgot about that.”
Crowley tried once to use you as a weapon by manipulating you when you were still pretty young. That stopped as soon as your dad found out and pummelled him. Crowley ended up promising to keep other demons away from you after Dean had also threatened to do the same.
You surprisingly get along like a house on fire with Castiel; teaching him new things and memes.
Dean regrets leaving you two alone because of it. If he has to hear Castiel yell yeet one more time while smiting something he’s gonna bash his own head open.
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Warnings: Death of parent, mention of horrible foster family
Request: Hey! I absolutely LOVE your work and if you have any room left, could I suggest a Thor x nephew!reader where Thor learns of the accidental son Loki has on earth and learns he lost his mother in the battle of New York? Thank you SO much!
Thor liked to explore New York. Sometimes he went with one of his friends, or he went alone. The last time he travelled around was with Bruce on the coffee run, but that had been a week or so ago, and he had decided he wanted to go for a walk around alone.
He had slipped on the clothes that Natasha had gotten him specifically to ‘blend in’ as much as he could. He’d gotten pretty good at using public transport, learning that being quiet and polite and not bellowing was the way to go. He’d gotten on the bus, knowing it went to whereabouts Steve had grown up, and he was interested and wanted to visit. However, he soon got off when he saw some kid scaling a building, with police underneath.
He approached, looking up at the scene. “What’s going on?” Thor asked allowed. The officer beside him glanced over, before looking back at the kid before quickly doing a double check to confirm who he saw, having to take a step back.
“I’m not going back! Just leave me alone!” The boy- roughly a young teenager, maybe fourteen or fifteen yelled, continuing to use the sewage pipes to climb up to the next story of the building, finding footing on the window ledge, getting more distance between the police, one clearly on the phone with firefighters and another with paramedics. “Just leave me alone.”
“What’s your name?” Thor asked, stepping forward, your attention falling on him, and you clearly recognised him. You hesitated. “Talk to me. What’s your name, boy?”
“...Y/N…”
“Hello Y/N… what’s going on? Why are you up there?” Thor asked you. You readjusted your feet, but kept a hand on the pipe.
“...I want my mom back. But I can’t because she’s dead, and now I’m stuck in a foster house and they treat me like crap and I can’t deal with it anymore!” You told him frustrated. The policed had backed away, allowing Thor to take complete control.
“What about your father?” Thor asked. You shrugged.
“Never knew him. Mom said he left before he even knew she was pregnant. Why?” You responded. Thor smiled sadly.
“What if I helped you find him?” He offered. “And I’ll look after you in the time being.”
The police didn’t interfere as you cautiously climbed down, before dropping for Thor to catch, and he led you away, the police saying they’d inform your foster family of what was happening.
Thor kept to his promise. You ended up in a tower with heroes, though they left you to settle, knowing it could be pretty intimidating, and after Thor explained what had happened, the team silently worked to help to pick up your past to find answers, as you clearly didn’t want to talk about it.
Natasha found your school registration, and with that your full name, and from there she tracked down a birth certificate, where she found your mother’s name, and there a death certificate. Tony then worked on piecing together how she died, and after pulling up files and reports, he soon found out how she died.
She was a casualty of the Battle of New York. She wasn’t killed by the chitauri,… she was killed by debris from a collapsing foundation. She lived a few hours by her hospital record, before succumbing to her injuries. This didn’t answer their question though- who was your father? He wasn’t on the birth certificate.
“You know.” Clint spoke up as the team contemplated the next step. “We have a system that identifies faces. It has a 99.98% success rate, it’s how we’re able to locate people so quickly. If we fiddle with it a little bit, it’ll take characteristics from Y/N, and if we show it a picture of his mom and tell it to subtract the likenesses, it’ll track likely possibilities of a father. Judging by the fact that his mom never left New York, we can lessen the search distance, and see who lines up.” He suggested.
“Good point. I’ll go set it up, Thor, go grab the kid.” Tony ordered. Thor rushed to get you, though had a difficult time explaining what was going to happen, until you showed up and Clint explained it again.
“So… basically me, minus my mom equals possibilities of my dad?” You summed up, and all seemed to agree, and they took the picture, putting it into the system, then finding a photo of your mother’s driving license, and setting it to run.
“It’ll take a while, since it’s going through every man in New York, picking up traits and deducing them… we’ll get you if we find anything.” Bruce told you, excusing you, to busy yourself in the meantime.
You waited a while but with the sun gone and still no update, you decided to just go to bed early, and hope they had something for you tomorrow.
“Y/n. Y/n!” You woke up to Thor shaking you from your sleep, immediately waking you right up and making you look around, expecting something big to be happening, but the room was dim, the only light coming from the hallway, the door partly open.
“What? What happened?” You asked him. He was grinning, almost giggling. “What?... did you find him?” You asked, growing excited.
“The machine made an almost 100% match…” He informed you, making you grin. “How would you like to visit Asgard?” He offered, leading you to then be confused.
“Um… sounds cool, but why?” You asked him.
“Well, I thought it might be nice to see the place you might one day be ruling over, being my nephew and all, therefore making you an heir to the throne.” He explained. It took a second for his words to settle in, and when they did, your eyes widened.
“You’re my uncle? That means… Loki’s my…” You realised. Thor nodded.
“My brother would often wander off to do his own thing, and I remember years ago he would sneak off for months at a time, and refused to tell us where he was… I think he was seeing your mother… I know Loki, and while he likes playing around and trickery, he takes the concept of love and he was so secretive about it, I think he loved your mother dearly.” Thor assured his nephew, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Would you like to meet him? I’m sure your grandparents would like to meet you.” He offered again. You smiled lightly and nodded.
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Request: Hey! If requests are still open, would you mind doing a Sam Winchester x son!reader where the kid's in high school and explains he has a date for the upcoming prom to Sam and Dean and Dean teases him asking who the lucky girl is only for the kid to nervously say they'll meet them soon only for the kid's date to end up being a guy? Thank you!
You’d gotten home a little later than usual, but that was enough for both your dad and uncle to horde you upon getting home, wondering what was going on. “Where have you been, kid?” Dean asked you, while Sam did a quick scan over you, seeing you fine.
“Uncle Dean, I’m five minutes later than usual.” You told him, dumping your bag. “I was just caught up talking about prom plans.” You explained. That caught both of them off guard.
“Prom? You wanna go?” Sam, your father, had asked with clear hope in your voice. Your father was always hopeful that you could be as normal as a kid as possible, compared to what he and Dean had, and Dean was just as adamant. In your early childhood, you spend most of your time with either Bobby or Jodie, so your dad wasn’t making you stay in cheap motels, and when they got the bunkers they made sure to make it as homely as possible for you. They both desperately wanted you to have a somewhat normal life, and so far, your life was mundane when compared to your father’s and uncle’s upbringing.
“Actually… I’ve already got a date. I was making plans with-”
“Well what do you know, you’ve got more luck with the ladies than your own father.” Dean chuckled, coming over and patting you on the back. “When your dad was your age he couldn’t speak to guys, never mind girls!” Dean joked, getting an eyeroll from your dad. You thought about saying something, but bit your lip and just smiled like your found his joke funny.
“Are we gonna meet her before?” Your dad asked you.
“Uh- we’ve got it pretty much all planned out- it’s only in a week and we known what colour we’re gonna wear so I just need to get a suit together and we’re meeting outside school since we live pretty far apart.” You explained, making specifically careful with your choice of words.
You had to be diligent for the next week, choosing your words wisely and making sure your date was never seen by your father or uncle. You nearly got caught when your uncle decided to pick you up from school so he could take you to go get your suit fitted. Luckily, the week flew past and things had been organised, and now you were in the car with your dad and uncle on your way to the school.
“So we’re picking you up in four hours?” Your dad checked as you fixed your cuffs. You glanced up and nodded.
“Yeah, that’s when they’re closing the hall and I don’t think we’re gonna want to go to another party.” You told him. You looked out, seeing the school, and tried to search for your date.
“Alright, where is she?” Dean asked, also looking out. You eventually saw his car pull up as well, and you got out, going to the front door window.
“He’s here. I’ll see you later, bye dad, bye uncle Dean!” You called before leaving to see your date, or recent boyfriend, leaving his car and locking arms with you and heading in. Dean’s jaw dropped a little, watching, before he turned to Sam, who was lightly smiling.
“Did you know? Have I been making a fool of myself this entire time?” Dean asked him. Sam shook his head.
“He didn’t tell me either. That’ll teach us to presume, eh?” Sam chuckled, starting to pull out of the space to head back and leave you to have your fun.
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Reqeust: Could I get a parent! Mycroft (if you write for him, if not John) where the reader call deduce but has anxiety? Thank you!
You had a close relationship with you Uncle Sherlock, having had this close relationship since you were very little, much to your father’s dismay. Sherlock would often use your close bond with him to make Mycroft do things for him to make you happy and when you were a little older, you would very happily use yourself as a distraction so Sherlock could get away with whatever he needed. However you knew Sherlock did care about you, proven by the first time you had an anxiety attack in front of him.
Your anxiety showed its face about the time you started secondary school, and your father and uncle took the news pretty well. They weren’t exactly normal themselves, so finding out you had your own problem was expected, and they were prepared. Sherlock learned quickly what some of your signs were of your anxiety taking effect, and your father also picked up on them and would use his more calm personality to soothe you when it got out of hand.
What didn’t help was the fact that you’d learnt how to deduce from hanging out with your uncle so much. You could analyse your surroundings down to the specs of dust on the table, and at times it would make your anxiety worse, because of something negative was found, then your mind would then make it even worse.
This had happened yet again.
Mycroft and Sherlock had met at a small restaurant to discuss somethings and they’d brought you along. In the middle of Mycroft talking, Sherlock looked away, and ended up seeing you. “Y/N?” He asked, concern in his voice. Mycroft turned to see you, seeing you showing several signs of bad anxiety, bordering on an attack.
“Hey, hey it’s alright?” Your father’s voice was soft and quiet as he rested his hand on your shoulder to distract you. “What’s wrong?”
“U-Um… the woman who’s sat across the room… she just got up to go to the bathroom… she’s wearing a necklace with the same coloured diamonds in it that was found at the crime scene, and one was missing from it.” You explained. “She caught me staring a-and-”
“Shh, it’s alright… Sherlock, go.” Mycroft said, though Sherlock was up and rushing away before his brother had given the command. Your dad took you outside to get fresh air, putting an arm around you and letting you hug him. Your anxiety calmed, finally becoming minimal when police arrived and Sherlock emerged with the woman who was in handcuffs.
“Good work Y/N, you’re getting better than me. Don’t go replacing me now.” Sherlock commented, giving a small wink that made you smile, and you returned the wink.
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