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Azriel

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anything for you

Fae menstrual cycles are notoriously terrible to endure, but yours seem to be especially torturous. Mor normally helps you through your cycles, but when yours comes early and Mor is away, a certain Shadowsinger steps in to help.

never doubt

You thought the worst part of your week would be trekking through the grotesque bogs of the Dawn Court alongside a Shadowsinger that had royally pissed you off. If only. At least the worst situations can sometimes bring about the best revelations.

you're safe

After enduring weeks of torture in the Illyrian Steppes, you are left staring at the pieces of who you were before. You should be healing, but instead your anxiety and fear sink further in with every day that passes. You tell no one of your struggles, of your sleepless nights and lingering scars, until Azriel finds you alone in the library at an ungodly hour of night, and everything comes pouring out.

was it really a mistake?

Drinks at Cassian's birthday party land you in Azriel's arms, which then lands you in his bed. Your poor heart doesn't know what to think.

pure love

You were in love with Azriel. It was inevitable, really. Who could blame you for falling for the kind and gentle male? OR A series of moments that show your blooming love for Azriel, who was too busy cultivating his own love for you to notice.

thorns and toxins

Azriel knew something was off the moment you walked into the training room. You brushed him off, and ended up sending the poor male into a tailspin after you collapsed while sparring.

you make it better ~ part 2

Life as Nesta Archeron's friend had never been smooth-sailing, but you never would have thought it would land you in the fae lands, in a fae body, surrounded by unfamiliar...everything. You're struggling to adapt to your new life while dealing with the loss of your human one, but there is one fae male that makes it all just a little bit easier.

smothered flames ~ part 2

You were the Vanserras' best kept secret. That is, until you followed Eris to the Night Court, and you ended up finding more than you bargained for.

home

Leaving your family, leaving Azriel, for two whole months following Amarantha's reign of terror was harder than you anticipated. Azriel and you cling to each other upon your return.

lay your hand in mine

You never wanted to be a spy. You never wanted to work for the High Lord of Night. You never wanted to be trained by the male that faeries whispered horror stories about. Then again, those were just stories, and that very male might be your salvation.

thawed hearts

You had been a member of Rhys's court for decades, but no one knew where you really came from, or what your true heritage was. A trip to Illyria brings long-kept secrets to the light, and Azriel is there to help you in the aftermath.

love heals

Your first solo mission goes terribly wrong after you failed to heed Azriel's warnings. That doesn't stop him from saving you, and it certainly doesn't stop him from caring for you in the aftermath. You're convinced you don't deserve him, but that doesn't stop you from wanting him.

blush

You really like making Azriel blush.

bound by fear / bound by love

You spent three decades suffering under the cruel thumb of your father. When you finally escaped, finally started to build your own life, the last thing you ever wanted was to find a mate.

then

You were falling in love with the mate you never wanted, and he was waiting patiently to catch you.

Series

my heart has wings (complete)

You and Azriel long for the love your family members have found. That longing can easily turn into an isolating loneliness, so what if you rely on each other to numb that sickly feeling? What if your chance at love has been by your side for nearly a century?

Blurbs

put this on

It's miserably hot out, and you made the mistake of trying to train. Your attempt to cool off leads to a bit of an awkward encounter with your friends, and a very jealous mate.

Lakeside picnic

Note: Steve surprises you with a picnic by the lakeside. When you’ve eaten, Steve thinks it’s a good idea to go swimming, but you soon have to tell him you can’t because you don’t know how do swim.

“I could lie here forever with you,” Steve mumbled into the side of your neck.

You giggled as his breath tickled your skin, “Oh, I wish we could, Steve,” You rolled over onto your stomach and propped yourself up on your elbows, “But remember the last time we got home late? I am not sitting through another one of Sam’s lectures about being ‘safe’?”

Steve laughed as he stood “You’re right, sweetheart,” He reached out his hand to you, “But there’s one more thing I need to do before we go. Are your pockets empty?”

You raised your eyebrow, “Yes… Why?” You answered as you took his hand to get up. Instead of responding, Steve lifted you off the ground and threw you over his shoulder in one swift motion.

You screamed at the sudden movement, “Put me down Rogers!”

You felt Steve’s chest rumble as he laughed, “Relax, Y/N, I won’t drop you,” He said as he moved away from the picnic rug, “…Yet,” You could imagine the grin on his face as he said it.

Your eyes widened as you neared the lake and you realised what he was about to do, “No, Steve! I can’t–”

Before you could finish, you felt yourself and Steve tumbling into the water, making a loud splash.

You could feel as you separated from Steve under the water, reaching you arms out desperately to try and grab him while trying to push yourself up to the surface.

Steve’s arms finally found their way around your torso to lift you up above the water you were gasping for air.

“Y/N? Y/N, breathe,” Steve said, still holding onto you as you both floated in the water. He emphasised his breathing in hopes that you would follow along, and it started to work as you felt your heart rate slowing back to a normal pace.

You finally caught you breath back enough for you to speak, “I’m sorry, Steve, I’m just… Not comfortable in the water.”

Steve laughed, “I get it, going in fully clothed isn’t the comfiest thing to swim in, right?” He looked up at you, “Y/N?”

You lowered your head, shaking slightly as you began to sob. Steve gently stroked your cheek, beckoning you to look up at him. But you kept your gaze firmly planted downwards. He kept his hand securely on your arm the entire time, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You shook your head.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know that.”

You finally looked up at him, “I… I can’t swim, Steve,” You said finally, feeling embarrassed, “I didn’t want you to think I was pathetic.”

Steve was silent for a moment before he lifted your chin and dried your tears away, “Come here,” He said, pulling you closer to him as he gently lead you both back to the grass.

He ran quickly to fetch a towel from the picnic basket and wrapped it around you before gesturing for you to sit on the grassy bank.

Steve draped his arm around your shoulder, “I’m sorry I dragged you into there, Y/N. If I knew how much danger I was putting you–”

“It’s not your fault, Steve. Really,” You said, “I just… I didn’t want you to think anything less of me for knowing that I can’t even swim.”

“Hey, it’s not easy,” He smiled, “And I would never think of you differently over something like that,” He waved his hand, “You’re still my best girl, Y/N,” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“I don’t think that towel is doing you much good though,” He observed. You looked down and saw you were still drenched.

“It’s fine, I’ll just have to air dry,” You smiled.

“Or we could go back in the water?” A playful grin appeared on his face.

“But Steve–”

“It’ll be fine, Y/N. I’ll give you a piggy back,” He winked as he took your hand and moved back towards the lake.

Anything (Loki x reader)

You should do story where Loki x reader are together during AOU and during Stark’s party when everyone is trying to lift the hammer the reader gives it a try and lifts it. Idk what should happen after that.

//Okay I made a slight change because if (Y/N) could move the hammer that means Asgardian business and that would cause trouble so vv sorry :) // ——————————-

Loki was a large nuisance around the Avengers. Even after he apologized for everything, and managed to get out of his Asgardian prison sentence.

The only one he was kind to was (Y/N). “His (Y/N),” he reminded himself daily.

The way they met would forever be an Avenger favorite. (Y/N) was brought in with very dangerous skills with water. She could control it at her will. Loki thought it suited her very well; the way her movements seemed liquid.

He could watch her for hours. The way her eyes would light up whenever music played. Not the new kind, but classics that had a taste of a different era. She would grab his hand and laugh while they stumbled around the massive lounge.

He loved to run his hands through her wild hair and always stated how opposite her personality contrasted. She was calm with bright eyes and soft skin, and she made everyone look twice when they saw her.

So he had no idea how she had been so taken with him from the beginning. As soon as she caught sight of him standing in her new dwelling, she smiled at him and talked to him for hours about anything and everything; ranging from questioning life to the cuteness of koalas. He was wrapped around her finger quite soon.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, except attend Tony’s monthly parties. He hated the social interaction, and would much rather tuck himself in the library with (Y/N) hooked to his side. (Y/N) however, enjoyed the Avengers’ antics far too much, and always tried to persuade Loki to join in on the fun, to which he politely declined.

So it was at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, that she sat laughing while the other avengers attempted to lift Thor’s hammer. They all stopped laughing when Steve made it budge. He quickly stopped once he saw Thor’s face and retreated. Thor gave a chuckle, but anyone could tell it was forced.

“Oh, you’re laughing (Y/N), but go ahead and try,” Clint pestered with a grin taking up his face. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t pick it up with her hands so she quickly accumulated the surrounding water supply and pushed it under the hammer until it began to rise.

“That’s cheating, (Y/N)!” Tony screeched at her. She just giggled an agreement out and set the weapon back on the table.

“A worthy display, Lady (Y/N), but I feel that doesn’t deem you worthy,” he chuckled with a raised brow.

“Worthy? How could you be worthy? You’re all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. There’s only one path to peace… your extinction,” a deep electronic voice emerged from the mangled body of an iron man suit. The Avengers stepped back and looked to Tony in question. They silently listened to the android’s speech until it remarked about killing someone.

“You killed someone?” Steve asked in concern. Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance and muttered ‘Ultron’ to each other. (Y/N) quickly held her hands near the pipes of the water supply.

Everyone quickly jumped into action once the Iron Legion drones began to attack them. The water burst from the pipes and cut through them like a filet knife. (Y/N) was doing great until there were two attacking her at once; one held her hands down and another slammed her head on the hard flooring. The bots were quickly destroyed after bursts of green magic spread through their hardware.

The rest of the team quickly realized, though Ultron’s body was destroyed, he wasn’t. After seeing the damaged state (Y/N) was in Tony raced over; hovering where she laid motionless in Loki’s arms. Green mist seeped out of Loki’s hands as they covered (Y/N)’s bloodied and torn wrists, leaving her skin healed. He clutched her to his chest and held her away from Tony. “You’ve done enough, Anthony,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He picked her battered figure off the ground and carried her to the tower’s care unit. A head wound would take much more than magic to heal.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, even attend one of Tony Stark’s famous parties.

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Bring Me To My Knees (Pt. 3)

Summary: Bucky accidentally demolishes your house. With nowhere else to go, you move in with him. 

Prologue [1] [2] 

Warnings: minor Civil War spoilers, a teeny bit of angst 

Word count: 2000 

 A/N: Let me know how this chapter is! It’s a lot more mellow than the other ones but I hope you guys like it the same ^^  Happy reading~

Tagging: @pleasecallmecaptain @waitingfortherightpartner @procrastinatingvirgo @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic @inhyoungchan @plzstoptalkingnow

He doesn’t know what he expected, but when Bucky woke up you weren’t in the fort beside him. And sure, he definitely hoped you would be (so he could squeeze a few extra minutes of you in his arms before he had to go on pretending like every sideways glance didn’t send his chest throbbing) but maybe it was better this way.

It was definitely better this way.

Bucky found you sitting on the kitchen counter, sifting through the folder he recognized from the day before.

“What’s that?” He nodded to the papers in your hands.

“Morning to you too.” You grumbled jokingly, to which Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge to find some breakfast.

“It’s - well it’s gonna sound really weird if I tell you.” You closed the file and put it on the counter beside you, swinging your legs around to face Bucky.

“You’re not reading up on my 30’s days to try and see what type of girls I like, are you? ‘Cause I can promise you fit that profile just fine.” Again with the flirting; Bucky wanted to shudder.

“Definitely not.” You laughed, which, in hindsight, was worth his awful attempt at a pickup line.

“So then what? It can’t be that bad.” You shrugged, waiting for him to come out from behind the open fridge door. He pulled out a jar of marmalade and yanked a loaf of bread out from a cupboard smoothly, almost like a dance. It was nice seeing Bucky move like he was sure of himself, the only other time it happened was when he fought.

“Okay, fine.” You huffed, turning your eyes to the hem of your shirt and playing with it. “So you obviously know about my powers, the whole electromagnetic wave thing?” Bucky made a noise to say he did.

“Well I found out about it because of a fight with my family. One second I was furious and the next no one in the room remembered who I was.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly, a little too worried to glance up at Bucky.

“That’s when Fury found me, and I thought it would just be easier to let them live without me. But I don’t want to live without them, so I have Maria keep track of them from time to time. This is just the newest report.” You tapped on the thick beige paper and chanced a look at your roommate.

Bucky was frowning, not in an ‘I feel bad that you’re so weird’ way but in an 'I know exactly how that feels’ way. He knew what it was like to wake up one day and not have anyone to go to. He also knew what it was like having your memories erased, and he wished he could do something to help your family recover them.

“I’m sorry,” He placed his flesh hand on your thigh and rubbed comfortingly, thoughtlessly. “how are they doing?”

You gave him a small smile and flicked open the cover, sharing pictures and cliff notes on their lives with him. Bucky should’ve been looking at the file, he kept telling himself to just take your eyes off her, you can’t pull her into a hug. And he really wanted to hold you close and make sure you really were okay, because he’s seen sad eyes like those before and he hated when you were sad. If he could do anything to make you feel better - hug you, braid your hair, cook for you, force your family to remember you, hell he’d go back in time and stop it from happening if you’d asked him to - he’d do it all without hesitation.

“My sister’s pregnant!” You smiled wide but Bucky could see the tears building up. He thought that’s what he would be doing too, if he had news of his sisters back with Hydra. He squeezed your knee and smiled back; he couldn’t do much, but sometimes you said happiness was contagious, so maybe he could make you feel better with this.

“Congratulations.” He stopped his hand from reaching up to cup your cheek, swallowing the action down like Asgardian ale.

—-

“Tony you moron, I told you to go right!” You could hear Tony snicker into the comm, if he weren’t 400 feet above ground you’d be ready to punch him.

“You know, you’re really good at this directions thing Y/N, wanna voice my GPS too?” You nearly growled as you watched the monitor in front of you, seeing the little blip that was Tony turning around and making a right.

“A little help might be nice, if you two’re done bickering.” Nat called in, probably busy kicking more ass than Tony had all week.

“He’s on his way. Buck you’ve got incoming, the door to your 6.” You announced, following the small bundle of dots as they moved in on Bucky.

You worked the comms more often than not, only because your power wasn’t a pick and choose type thing. If you used your powers around your team mates they’d be out just as fast as the bad guys, so you either worked by yourself or took charge of behind the scene orders like you were now.

“Got 'em. Where to next?” He asked with a grunt.

“Northeast. There’s a room connected to the one you’re in now.” You watched him walk towards the sectioned off area on your blueprint.

“There’s no door, you sure this is it?”

“Yep, get in there soldier.” Someone on the line was snickering again. Tony.

There was a huge smash - Bucky’s fist through the wall - and he was in.

“What’s in there?” You asked, watching Bucky’s dot on the screen ping in the same place for a solid minute.

“Bucky?” No one made a sound. You couldn’t even hear him breathe, it was like someone hit pause.

Because he couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound. His heart was hammering and pictures of everything were flashing like cameras on the red carpet.

“желание” It started, heavy boots echoing in his memories.

“ржаветь” He could taste the blood in his mouth, seeping from his tongue just after being wiped again.

“семнадцать” He flexed his fingers, made a tight fist, flexed again. The cryo made it hard to move, the cold breeze in the room wasn’t helping.

“рассвет” His breath was shaky, a product of his reluctance to lose control.

And then it was your voice, saying his name. Bucky, not Soldat, not Winter Soldier, and suddenly it was easier to shake off the flashbacks.

One blink and his superior was gone. Two and the straps hugging his wrists disappeared. On the third he was back in the Hydra Base with Nat, Tony, and most importantly, you.

“Ready to comply.” He growled lowly, tearing the red journal that started his trip down memory lane off of its pedestal and stuffing it into his pocket.

“Barnes what’s your status?” You were clearly on edge, worried that something happened to him and whatever it was hadn’t registered on your screen.

“We’re good to go.” His voice was strained, gruff, but he was trying to make it sound casual. Trying to pretend like he wasn’t a loaded gun ready to go off at the sound of a couple words. Trying not to think that whoever got a hold of the scarlett book in his pocket would also have a hold on him.

“What happened back there?” Nat met him in an empty hall on their way out of the building, having been sent by you to figure out what went wrong.

“Nothing, I took down the wall and grabbed the book.” Bucky shrugged, walking a little faster to try and avoid the conversation.

“It took you five minutes to break down some drywall?” She asked, not falling for the lie for a second.

“No, but my comm shorted and I didn’t wanna do anything stupid like wander around without eyes on the place.”

Natasha sighed, sure that he wasn’t telling her everything but knowing he wouldn’t speak to her unless he really wanted to. Bucky was more stubborn than a mule, surprisingly, he was more stubborn than she was.

Bucky kept his mouth shut for the remainder of the trip.

—-

It was late. Dark enough outside to need a flashlight if you wanted to stray from the streets. Bucky was almost 100 percent sure you were asleep, and he was more than 100 percent sure that he should be too, but he couldn’t.

Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was red; the leather of the notebook, the sticky liquid that used to drown his hands, the colour that clouded his vision when they handed him a rifle and told him the name of another target, another victim.

He guessed it really wasn’t much of a surprise that you were awake, because his pacing in the living room did seem a little louder than he would’ve cared to be under other circumstances. He didn’t even notice your head peaking out of the bedroom door until his name left your lips - soft and sweet and totally undeserving of that caring tone.

He stopped in his tracks, flicking his eyes to yours for a second before averting them right back to the couch. His jaw was clenched, but he forced out a smile.

“You’re up real early.” He joked, strained. You frowned and tiptoed out of the room, eyes watching him so softly he would’ve thought you were admiring a sleeping puppy. Your hand ran over his arm, rubbing some of his anxiety out with your touch.

“What’s going on Buck?” He swallowed, taking a second to appreciate how his thoughts were dissipating with your presence.

“What do you mean?” He was hardwired to avoid answering questions, he really couldn’t help it.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed, but looked up at him patiently all the same. “What happened today?”

Bucky clenched his jaw again, he didn’t want to think about the words or the book or the assholes who made him do all those things. He didn’t want to remember.

“All it takes is ten words for me to lose control. Ten little words and someone’s life is over. Ten words and I have another memory that I don’t want to live with.” You were tangling your fingers with his now, lightly pulling him to the kitchen behind you. You sat him down on the counter, your favourite seat, and pushed some of his hair behind his ear softly.

“We have the book now Buck, no one’s gonna use those words on you again.” You reassured, fingers lingering against his skin for added comfort.

“We don’t know that. SHIELD was compromised before, they might even do it themselves if there’s an enemy you can’t beat. I can’t trust anyone with those words Y/N, I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.” He looked so broken, so worried and you couldn’t take it. Your hand cupped his cheek and pulled his forehead down so it leaned against yours. The intimacy seemed to help prove the dedication in your next sentence.

“I won’t let that happen. I promise Bucky, no one’ll ever use those words against you ever again.”

It was quiet for a while. Bucky couldn’t tell how long you stayed like that, eyes glinting with your stern promise and your nose just about touching his. All he knew was that when you pulled away he believed you.

“Now, how about some hot chocolate?” You twisted and pulled out a pot from under the stove. Bucky watched you with the hint of a smile, think about how much he lucked out with you. And God he loved you, more than he thought he’d ever love anything.

“Thank you.” It felt like he was thanking you for more than the hot mug you’d just placed in his hands. You smiled as warmly as the steaming milk in his cup and ruffled his hair.

“Anytime.”

Wisdom Teeth and Too Small T-Shirts (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: “10 and 13 from the prompt list with Peter, pretty please????” + “#10 please”

#10: “There is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

#13: “Hey is that my shirt?”

Summary: When you became Peter’s girlfriend you knew you would have to put up with a lot of things: crazy supervillians, missed dates, late assignments, etc. but you never anticipated that your hardest challenge to date would be something not related to his hero persona at all, but just getting home from the dentist.

“Vhat the hmck.” Peter struggled against the seatbelt that you had just buckled for him. He had just gotten his wisdom teeth out and his speech was pretty impaired by the cotton in his mouth. While it was extremely cute, you focused on the task at hand; getting Peter to keep still and keep his seatbelt on. You were supposed to drive him home and take care of him for a bit while Aunt May was at work and you had openly accepted the job, getting to witness whatever crazy stuff Peter said would be super funny and cute, you just hadn’t anticipated how crazy.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yelled. “Vhere err ooh?” 

“Peter I’m right here. I just walked around the car to get in.” You giggled as you got in the driver’s seat and buckled yourself. You began to back out when Peter screamed and you pressed the brake to the floor.

“Oh my gosh! Peter what?” You looked at him in the rearview mirror. 

He yawned and shrugged. “I just felt like I needed to do that.” You closed your eyes in exasperation. Maybe this wouldn’t be as cute as you thought. 

Once you got on the road you heard Peter rummaging around in the back of your car. You ignored it because of the heavy traffic and hoped he wasn’t causing too much trouble. When you looked up you snorted in surprise. 

“Hey is that my shirt?” Somehow Peter had taken off his own shirt and put on one of your extras that you had kept in the back of your car. It was obviously much too small for him and had a print from a Disney movie on it. 

“No.” He jutted out his chin stubbornly. “This is my shirt.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his look of surprise when he looked down and noticed the shirt didn’t cover his stomach. He looked so ridiculous you couldn’t help it.

“Oh Peter.” You giggled. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Kiss me probably,” He winked before laughing himself while you just rolled your eyes. He continued to make comments as he reached into your bag and pulled out your tiny makeup bag. 

“Peter no.” You tried to look at him again as you simultaneously tried to turn the corner and avoid an oncoming car that had swerved into your lane. 

“Peter yes.” He answered you as he began to put eyeliner on his nose. You gave up and focused on the road. Once you got home you’d be able to give him the attention he obviously needed.

Soon you were parked in the apartment lot and you finally looked at Peter. 

“I can’t believe you.” You couldn’t stop laughing at how funny your boyfriend looked. You were pretty sure that lipstick was on his eye lids, and matched with the tiny shirt he sure was a sight to see. Peter began giggling because you were laughing. 

“How do I look?” You just shook your head and grabbed the bag away from him, still chuckling. 

Peter went to open his door but it was stuck. “Why won’t it open?” He asked you innocently. You smirked as Peter struggled against the child locks that you had activated as soon as you both had gotten in the car. 

“I’m sorry Peter, but there is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

I wasn't watching episode's 8 and 9 while they aired so I watched it together before season finale. Did they just went from episode about war trauma to musical one. Also I know how my Spotify wrapped will look this year.

A post dedicated to casual weekend Scully. A Scully that we all deserve more of

im so done