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#natasha romanoff x mutant!reader
ichorai · 1 year
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fluorescence ; natasha romanoff.
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pairing ; natasha romanoff x mutant!gn!reader
synopsis ; in which you get a little too immersed in your book.
words ; 0.8k
themes ; fluff, mutant au, housemates au
warnings / includes ; no warnings, there's very gay tension in this one folks, very clear Feelings™ for each other, sun-and-moon dynamic, reader has cool powers :D
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Fantasy had always enamored you. The blazing dragons of the sky, the glinting swords of knights, and the soft pastels of intricate ball gowns never failed to send you into a romanticized haze. It was the longing for a life you knew you couldn’t have, the sweetest of romances between forbidden parties, the thrilling action that had you gripping the book so tightly, it was a wonder its spine didn’t split into half.
On a particularly dreary winter night, you had been so immersed in the story of the princess and the dragon that you hadn’t even realized your powers getting the better of you. Vines snaked up the walls and ceilings, crawling out of your room and into the hallway. Small wildflowers blossomed by your nightstand, but you had yet to notice.
You let out a breathy laugh as you rolled over on your bed, not once ripping your gaze from the inked words, just about drowning in your thick woolen blanket. With this action, leaves sprouted from the vines and criss-crossed over your bed. Within minutes, your room started looking more like a forest than a place of slumber.
Finding your nose buried between the pages of a book far too thick for her liking wasn’t an uncommon feat for Natasha. Finding her laptop shrouded with greenery and roses, however, was not. Her narrowed gaze traced over the vines leading out of her own sanctuary and into the hallway, confirming her suspicions by twisting right into your bedroom.
She pushed away from her work desk with an amused sigh, careful to sidestep the plum-hued orchids in the midst of fluorescence by her feet.
“You have a peculiar way of luring people into bed with you,” Natasha murmured humorously once she ducked under the canopy of leaves decorating your doorway. “While I appreciate the flowers, I do have some recon papers to organize.”
In an instant, your wide eyes snapped away from the worn pages of your book, finding solace in your roommate’s entertained gaze. It took you a second to realize the repercussions of your slipping reign over your powers. The green was hard to miss, after all.
“I am so sorry.” Your voice came out far smaller than you intended it to, but you slanted your lips into an apologetic smile to make up for it. “I didn’t realize.”
Natasha shrugged it off lightly, a small smile of her own playing at the corner of her lips. It relieved you to see that she wasn’t actually mad. She meandered over the foliage and sat beside you on the bed, raising an eyebrow at your book. “So you didn’t send me those flowers on purpose? I’m offended.” A faux gasp of indignation escaped her lungs, but was ultimately betrayed by a striking grin.
With a scoff, you nudged at her shoulder with your own. You placed a bookmark (also your receipt from your last grocery run with Natasha) where you left off and pushed the story to the side. Bringing both your palms together, you conjured a singular, minuscule canary buttercup, its petals falling soft against your fingers. Natasha watched in muted awe, green irises darting between your concentrated expression to the flower unfurling in your palm. Nimbly, you slotted the canary behind her ear, smoothing your thumb over her carmine hair, before shifting down to trail over her cheekbone. For just a second, your eyes slid to her lips, slightly parted and lightly glossed—so very, very kissable—
Breath hitching in your throat, your fingers curled in on themself, and you reluctantly pulled your hand away. If Natasha had noticed you ogling her mouth (which, she most definitely did) she didn’t mention it, to which you were extremely grateful.
Natasha seemed mildly disappointed when your warmth retracted, but she cleared her throat and the twinkle in her viridescent eyes came back just as quickly as it disappeared.
“There. You happy now?”
She made a jokingly unimpressed noise. “It’s small.”
“Seemed fitting,” you teased. “You’re not very tall yourself, you know.”
Natasha shot you a spineless glare. “Don’t even start.” She looked oh so pretty with that flower behind her ear, dappled moonlight casting sharp shadows over her even shaper features. The both of you fell into a comfortable silence before she spoke up once more. “You know, the recon can wait. That book must be pretty good to make you lose control of your powers.”
A warm flush spidered through your skin, and you reached over to grab at the frayed book once again. “You want me to read a bit to you?”
“Nothing would be better,” Natasha quipped as she laid down, sinking into your plush pillows with a pleased grin, inhaling the crisp fougere scent of your air freshener and enjoying the small moment of home with you a little more than she should’ve.
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chronical-ly · 1 year
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Unapologetically You
Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Warnings: Cursing, sexual themes(Later on), killing, brainwashing, death, anxiety, mentions of attempted suicide, drug usage (weed).
Summary: She was never supposed to be pulled into this. But they needed help.
Disclaimer: This follows the movies, a marvel podcast, and also my own story for them.
Chapter 13
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Bucky rolled over and self consciously reached out for her, expecting to feel the warmth of her body instead of cold bedsheets he quickly shot up and looked around the room, as fatigue finally started to disappear he realized that there was no need to worry. They were still in Wakanda and whatever threat that was supposed to be coming hadn’t arrived yet, still giving them enough time to prepare.
He could hear her loudly curse outside followed by the calls of many goats before one bursted through the door, Warren the goat stared him dead in the eyes and began to holler as if he was trying to tell (Y,n) that Bucky was now awake, making him flinch at the noise.
“Okay! Okay! Get the hell out!” With a wave of her hand the goat slide across the hardwood floor and outside with the door shutting behind him. Bucky let out a boastful laugh as he laid back in bed, he covered his face with both hands as he sighed contently, for the first time in a long time he felt at peace. He felt like he found somewhere he could possibly call home, like he found someone he could call home.
Speaking of that person, she laid herself on top of him; resting her head on her arms that were folded on top of his chest as she looked up at him. After a minute or two of neither of them speaking Bucky uncovered his face and let his hands drop to her lower back. “Good morning, old man.” He snorted.
“Good morning, Lil Barton.” (Y,n) playfully groaned and buried her face in his shirt.
“No one calls me that anymore.” It’s been years since someone’s called her that childish nickname, she was sure if it was anyone else calling her that she’d cringe but Bucky could say it all day if he wanted to to. When he did it made her feel loved, made her feel at home.
“No one calls me old! Does this looks like the face of an old man?” He pouted his lips and gave his best smoulder causing her to laugh and agree with him. A silly battle of ‘oh really?’ And ‘yes, really.’ Went back and forth until Bucky gripped her waist and suddenly flipped her over with a grin.
“Hopefully, this old man still knows what he’s doing.” He flipped her over as she laughed, wasting no time tugging her pants off.
“Everything good?” A knock at the door followed by Logan’s strangely quiet voice brought her back to reality. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing in front of the mirror with water running but it was long enough to make him check in,
“Yeah, uh… I’ll be right out. Just gimmie a sec.” Once he walked away (Y,n) shut off the water and took one last look at the fading scars on her face, she sucked in a sharp breath; as if it pained her to remember how she got them in the first place. She sauntered out the bathroom, passing through the short aisles outside to Logan and Marcus who waiting for her by the gas pump, tangled in their own conversation.
“What happened at the club was about a hundid miles from ‘help’. You straight up betrayed me, both of you! And I still came back for y’all.”
“Whoa, hey, I didn’t even know we were doing that.” Logan frowned at her for trying to shift all the blame towards him.
“But you didn’t do anything to stop it, either. You could’ve gotten Flamingo and all those other people killed back there, I ain’t no child you guys have’ta take care-”
“You know what, kid? You did a good job, is that you wanted to hear from me?” Logan stopped the pump and put the hose back into its spot before pausing to look him in the eyes. “You did good back there at the house, you did good back there at the club, your heart is in the right place; you’re smart but you could’ve gotten yourself killed fifty different ways back there.”
That speech would make any other powerless teenage human be ready to go back home, just being in a shoot out would make anyone want to go home but Marcus sent a harsh glare back to Logan as he fished the necklace from around his neck that was hiding beneath his shirt and pointed to it.
“Look it here, see this? This is my mama’s necklace, I’m keeping it close to my heart could I’m gon’ find her. That’s probably too many feelings for ya but me I don’t care! Cause I’ll say it; I love my mama! I love her and without her, I’ve got nothing.” It something she could understand, (Y,n) would give just about anything to get her mom back, her whole family back. She knew what it meant to have them in your arms one second and the next they were gone without a trace, half of the world knew what that felt like.
“You going to Green Haven? So am I, with you I prefer; I’ll go further but without you betta believe Marcus Baptiste will do the same thing but I’ll use my backyard. You mighta been to all these places- Bangkok, Tokyo, Palestine, and I know you think you can go anywhere and do anything you like but there’s no place like this. And I’ve been looking at Maureen’s book and I’ve got some theories, bet you could use a guide.”
Marcus was ready to go on another rant, ready to fight just to stay with them because the lord knows he didn’t want to do this alone. What was he supposed to do when more of them hill billies show up and decided that they weren’t going to take any prisoners? He was a sixteen year old boy with little to none physical strength and the only thing he had going for him was that he was smart and observant and knew this place better than them. Something they could use.
“I hope your done talking cause I’m done listening.” Logan leaned against the gas pump, folding his arms across his chest. “Now it’s your turn kid… Back at the club, those bikers, the cold blooded they’re working for Weapon X. You know what that means don’t you? It means we got Green Haven and Windgard and whatever the hell else in front of us but we’ve also got a war machine breathing down our backs.”
“Logan, I-I don’t understand what you’re talking-”
“Well, you never listen!”
“Then enlighten me! Tell me why all of this shit is happening!”
“Because of people like us.” (Y,n) was going to try to get him to understand better, if he wanted to keep Marcus in the dark and safe he should’ve never let the kid tag along in the first place. The only way to make sure he didn’t get into trouble was to make him understand what the trouble was. “They’re part of the government the DoD doesn’t even know about. Deniable operations and they play dirty, the stuff they get into you’ll never hear about it ‘cause they kill everyone involved. Oh, and they loveee mutants.”
She couldn’t help but put some blame on Logan, maybe if they never met she wouldn’t have to worry about being hunted down and turned into a emotionless weapon or maybe (Y,n) was already on their radar without anyone realizing it. “Love to turn them into soldiers, killing machines rerouted to do their bidding. A living arsenal, and that’s what they want to do me and do to Logan… Again.” Marcus looked over at the man, his face becoming softer as anger wholly dissipated.
“Is that true?” Came out in almost a whisper as Logan nodded.
“That was me, but not anymore.” There wasn’t any need for them to say more, no one was going anywhere without the other person. Logan stared at a man in front of the gas station lighting his cigar before turning back Marcus. “What size shoes you wear?”
“Uh… Elevens, why?”
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Marcus sat on the motel bed staring down at his new pair of worn cowboy boots, even though he was never the kind of person to wear those every chance he got Marcus would never admit to Logan that he was glad to be wearing a different pair of shoes that didn’t squish with every step he took, it’d just make his ego bigger than it already was.
He gently kicked them off before scooting back on the bed, resting against the headboard as he looked over at the two adults standing on the patio with the door shut. Marcus wasn’t sure what they were discussing but it seemed to be serious, he just hoped they weren’t coming up with a way to get rid of him.
“Holy shit, this is what I was looking for…” (Y,n) passed the blunt back to Logan with a smirk matching his. On rare occasions like this, she went outside to smoke a cigarette, hoping the nicotine would make her feel better but he had approached her with an offer she couldn’t refuse.
“Seemed like you needed it.” He glanced back at Marcus who was now laying in bed, the lamp on his side of the room turned off. Logan took a long drag, holding it in for a few seconds before blowing it out of his nose. “Been a little quiet since the club, unlike that kid. Can’t stop wining and complaining about shit.”
He passed it back to her with the lighter as it started to go out. She shrugged, rolling it between her fingers in thought. “If you think I was startled by getting gang beat, I’m not. Believe it or not that wasn’t the first time that’s happened to me before.” (Y,n) relit the blunt and leaned against the railing. “But having a group of people all look at me as if I was some kind of monster… I’ve only seen mutant hate on TV, never up close so it was kind of scary, I guess. Seeing all that hate in their eyes.” She couldn’t but wonder if this how Bucky felt being reintroduced to the world as hero after hurting so many.
Everyone loved Captain Magnitude, none of her fans would ever dare to call her some cruel name like those cold blooded people. But Logan was no stranger to that, he had a lifetime of stories of people yelling and spitting his way just because of who he was while (Y,n) had a lifetime of being loved and accepted by everyone around her, of course everyone besides General Ross. Even though he pardoned her he still kept an close eye, just waiting for her to slip up so he could arrest her.
“Wish I could tell you it’s going to get easier but it’s not. Hell, things may never get better but as long as there’s people like you out there, shit might change.”
(Y,n) looked over at him and smiled, bringing the blunt up to her lips. “Never knew lumberjack’s could be so sentimental.” He groaned in fake annoyance at her words, physically wiping a smirk off his face.
“And you’re smiling? Who knew the great, mean, Wolverine could be so soft? I think it’s a good look-“
“Okay, I’m heading to bed.” He left her on the patio laughing at her own jokes, after a few seconds she calmed down and leaned her weight on the railing with a sigh. She wasn’t sure if it was the weed or the company but (Y,n) felt… Okay. She didn’t feel like waking up in the morning would be a chore, for a good while everything was okay.
“Everything is okay…” The wind blew a whisper her way, going in one ear and out the other as she held the roach with her finger tips.
“Everything is not fucking okay.” Another gust of wind, this time it was harder; causing her head to jerk back as her vision started to get blurry. (Y,n) flicked the roach away, worrying that it was starting to mess with her head.
“What if he doesn’t want us to find him? What if he’ll leave again?”
“Tomorrow morning is going to be a good morning, I can tell.”
“What if I don’t come back? They’re gonna be so disappointed.”
Her eyes had glossed over and became stark white it was longer her who was in control of her own body. Her consciousness was lured to sleep as she walked mindlessly to her next destination. Logan stood in front of woman with his hands on her shoulders, lightly shaking to try and snap her out of whatever trance she was in.
With his panicked pleas and her mumbles of things he didn’t quite understand it woke Marcus up from his slumber. “Logan? What-what’s goin’ on?”
“Fucking Wingard, he’s trying to take her again. Help me get her in the bathroom.” Now, Logan was a big man; he’s never not in his prime but whatever mind games that prick was playing with (Y,n) was making her use her strength to push against him.
He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground as Marcus opened the bathroom door, Logan placed inside before shutting the door but keeping his body pressed against it. “Give me that chair.” Marcus did has he said, giving him the wooden chair so he could press it underneath the doorknob, locking her in. They just hoped she wouldn’t use her abilities to knock the door down.
“You might get mad at me for sayin’ this, might even think it stupid…” Logan squinted his eyes at the teen, “but wouldn’t it be smart to just… Let her go to Wingard?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
“Hear me out-”
“No! You don’t him like I do kid, he’s collecting mutants and humans like they’re just toys to play with. Can you imagine what he can do with (Y,n) and Erik in his possession?” Marcus never thought about that, about how Wingard could make all those people do evil things, how he could make his mama do those same things as well. “She’s an Omega class mutant, you know what that means?”
Marcus shook his head.
“It mean he’d have the power to destroy the world.”
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Bonnie and the Cold Blooded gathered their wounded and left the dead before retreating back to their side of the swamp, they cleared off a table and placed the whining man on top while a tourniquet was placed on the missing stump he once called his leg.
Sally Pierce came in a few minutes later earning mean mugs and insults thrown her way as they heated up a steel slate preparing to burn the open wound closed. ”Bonnie, I can help.” The short woman ignored her, giving the man, Judson a sip from a bottle of whiskey to calm him down so she said it again,
“Really? What can you do? Call nine one one, file some paper work. Judson got two warrants out for some serious shit so it’s steel surgery or nothing for this boy.” Bonnie patted his shoulders as he continued to cry and thrash around the table as he started to get to septic shock.
“I understand you’re upset, believe me Bonnie I’m upset too but I can do better than a home made tourniquet and a hot plate.”
“You stop right there. Frank, Jackson, and Mary are in the ER and the others are dead all because you wanted to put a leash on a couple of muties. These were some of my best men.” Judson shouted out in pain, claiming that once he was able to stand again he was going to get that bastard Logan and that bitch.
“I told you to use tranquilizers and you didn’t now please move out the way he is close to septic shock.” Pierce practically pushed her out of the way, Bonnie was about fight back but paused once she pulled out a needle and stabbed it into his neck. Almost immediately, Judson’s movement halted to a stop as he let out a sigh of pleasure. “Packs a lot more of a punch than whiskey don’t it, Judson?”
He moaned in agreement, revelling in the high the medicine was giving him. “Now I’m gonna dress the wound.”
“That sure don’t look like no bandaid.” They all watched as she pulled out some kind patch and unfolded it in front of them,
“Nanite patch. Take it off in a hour and the wound will have scarred over.” Now, the cold blooded wasn’t known for being to smart but Bonnie Roach was. She knew that everyday people don’t just walk around with needles and nanotechnology in their pockets, even if they worked for some kind mutant hunting company.
Not only that but Bonnie was observant causing her to want a side bar with Pierce in the garage. They needed to have this conversation away from prying ears, if she was right about this her men would tear her apart piece by piece. “Yes, what is it?”
Bonnie shut the door behind letting out an disgusted hum. “That’s what I’m wondering… What is it? Back at that sissy bar; Judson weighs three hundred at least but I saw you scoop him up, load him into the truck as he weighed no more than a carton of cigs… Then there’s the back of your suit.”
“What about it?” Pierce was quick to respond.
“The bullet hole, Sally. In your suit.” She tried to play it off but the angry red head was not eating her bullshit any longer. “Oh I know you’re fine, you ain’t even bleeding! That drag queen was a good shot you shouldn’t even be okay, but you sure leaking something all the way to the garage.” Bonnie took a second to circle and sniff the air around the agent just as a dog would, “what are you?”
“You ain’t human, you’re just like them freaks trying to pass as one of us but you’re a machine! A goddamn robot!”
Her mission was the same as before and as it always is. And just like Alaska, things went sour and her cover was blown, now history is trying to repeat itself. Pierce could only think about what Weapon X would do to her, tear her apart while she was operational before picking her ‘brain’ to find out what went wrong then replace her with another version.
Watching Bonnie flip a near by table Pierce quickly made a new plan while advising her to take a breath but that only made her angrier. “Don’t think I won’t open you up, pop your hood, rip out your spark plugs and piss in your gas tank, Sally.”
She physically cringed at the thought of that happening. “That would be… Inadvisable. We’re on the same side, Bonnie.” The shorter woman scoffed, “I would like for us to be, there’s no reason I should be a threat to you. Our goal here is the same, eliminating the mutant problem-”
“That so?”
“That’s why we hired you. I told you (Y,n) and Logan were a special case.” And somehow that seemed to go right over her head.
“We hit them with everything we had and barely made a scratch, I saw the girl heal just like him. Who are they exactly?” Bonnie figured if she was going to get revenge on what they did to her men then she’s have to learn more information about those bastards.
“He used to go by Wolverine, he’s a weapon. Our most valuable asset to date. And he’s gone rouge. I met (Y,n) when she was just a teen, Weapon X had gotten word of a powerful mutant fighting with the Avengers and wanted her for themselves. My mission is to bring both in.”
But Bonnie wasn’t having any of the last part. “Nah uh! Me and my crew gotta score to settle na’. We’re gonna kill them dead.” Pierce told her that there was no way she could, only for the hot headed woman to snap back saying she couldn’t be told what to do and that Pierce was nothing but a tool.
She walked around the garage searching for something then stopped once she spotted a crow bar. “You see this?” Pierce bent it in half without a strain before throwing at the ground in front of Bonnie’s feet. “I’m not anyones tool.” She had lost her southern accent for moment, “trust me you want me on your side. And I’m telling you- you can’t kill Wolverine because he’s unkillable. He’s got an adamantium skeleton and he heals, so does (Y,n) and unfortunately we haven’t found anything that can kill her so we can only subdue them then turn them into Weapon X for reprogramming.”
Bonnie now knew Pierce wasn’t the one to take on, for now. She’d have to play along first, once they sedated the muties her men would lure Pierce away while the rest of them had their fun. “Is that really your plan?”
“We both them gone and off the streets, together we can take them down. You get another check, I get my ass at home, the world is safer place. All we have to do now is wait.”
But there was something else, if the tracker was still on Marcus and they were all in one place why wait when they could attack when they’re guard was down? “What aren’t you telling me? There’s another reason we’re not going after them right now, you need something from them… Don’t you?”
Pierce shook her head, there was no room for lying anymore. “It’s called Green Haven.”
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She woke up in the bed the next morning, delirious as Marcus explained at a fast how she was under Wingards spell again and how they were forced to lock her in the bathroom until she suddenly passed out before bringing to bed then how Logan figured out their next while she was sleeping.
It took her a minute to process all the information as he urged her to go change her clothes because they were on a time limit. At nine twenty in the morning they rushed out the hotel room and headed down to the nearest dock where they were to wait for the man who owned the boats, time ticked on and became ten forty as hunger started to strike both Marcus and (Y,n).
Luckily for them there a small shop just a block away. “Where the hell is this guy? He said to meet him at ten thirty.”
“‘Ey there no problem in being late, he’s just giving me time to finish eating.” Marcus hummed happily while devouring his second hotdog as if it was the best he’s had to eat in days.
“We’ll, if he isn’t here by eleven we’re stealing a boat.” (Y,n) wasn’t going to say it aloud but she agreed with Logan, they arrived early just for him to be late.
“Whoa, you gotta chill. He gon’ be we here, and we gon’ buy it.” He smacked his lips as he spoke, a small smile on his lips as he sat in between the adults.
“I’ve never seen someone so happy to eat gas station hotdogs.” There was a hint of disgust as Marcus raised it up to him offering to share, she smiled down at him causing him to shoot her a raised eyebrow.
“It’s just, you remind me of my brothers. Every family barbecue had to have hotdogs and they had to eat it with mayo.” The smile turned sad as she remembered what was lost. Cooper would’ve been around his age by now, she had already missed so much of his childhood from being on the run and now she would never get the chance to watch him finish growing.
Marcus unwrapped his third and last hotdog with a smile forming on his lips. “Mama used to say- mama used to say I had three stomachs and a hollow leg, keeping me feed was a full time job.” He chuckled as he thought back to the good old days.
“And how’d she manage that?”
“I told you before, Logan. She had the green touch, mmm- she could touch a branch and make it swell with apples. And she could walk around barefoot and wherever she stepped mushrooms would just pop-pop-pop!”
They chuckled at the noise he made while balling his trash together and tossing it into the bin not too far away, it was eleven o’clock now and the man was no where to be found, the only one not bothered by that was Marcus. “But y’know man, it was just the two of us really. We used to have dinners together er’night. I used to be asking for a phone or new kicks or whateva… Yeah, she’s say, ‘Family and food is all ya ever need’.”
That reminded of her of a conversation she had with Laura, she wanted to be to do more with her life and be hero at such a young age and her mother told her that family and being safe is more important than becoming some hero.
“As time passed more and more mutants lost their jobs, got ran out of town, out of the neighborhood. Ya’know… Everybody down on that lot, tryna escape the hate.” She remembered what Bucky had said about Wakanda, how it made him feel safe from all the bad things the outside had for him. It was his safe haven for a long time.
“Mama said we had to offer whatever we could, food and family, that’s what we had so that’s what we gave. Helping, gettin‘em settled in and meanwhile all these people asking me, ‘you a mutant, right? What’s your special power?’.” He chuckled at voice he mocking used. “I got nothing… I got to thinking, like maybe RawVille wasn’t just for me anymo’. Before mama vanished I said some terrible things, really nasty things, she didn’t deserve that. And I just… I just wish I could take them back.”
“We will find her, kid. But first we need a goddamn boat.” (Y,n) agreed, she may have been there for Erik but he wasn’t the only person who needed help. “Bingo, this better be the guy.” A truck pulled into the parking lot and out came a aged black man with a heavy gray beard walking straight towards them.
“You all the one who called for that ‘der boat?”
“Where is it? You’re almost an hour late.” Logan was tired of waiting around, he knew they had a long day ahead of them and this old man was taking his sweet time.
“You ain’t gone be angry at ol’ Bo for long. Offerin’ ya a good boat.” Logan grunted in response as the trio followed him around the shack where a few sat waiting. “Y’all goin’ fishin? Cause this here a good-”
“You said two hundred?” He didn’t care for the theatrics and story of what a good fishing boat it is, he just wanted to get moving.
“Oh, two hundred? Oh nah, you heard Ol’ Bo wrong. I said five hundred.” They argued back and forth for minute before the old man turned to (Y,n) and pointed a finger between them. “Talk some since into your man, lady.”
“Even if you did say five hundred you had us waiting for close to an hour, I think we deserve a discount for that. And I’m not saying this will happen but if we stand here any longer he might knock you on your ass and steal the boat without paying you a dime.” He nervously looked glanced towards Marcus then to Logan before giving an unsure smile.
“You wouldn’t do that to Ol’ Bo would ya?”
Logan said nothing and placed the money in his hands, Bo thanked him silently before walking off back to his truck. They heard stories about the part of the river they were traveling to, if you past the fishing line there was a chance you’d never come back. Locals said things strange would start to happen around them, hands would crawl up the side of the boat as voices whispered and called for you to join them.
Only a lucky few seemed to make it back to tell their haunting tells, warning others not to go that way. It would take a day and a half to reach the suspected location of Green Haven, well beyond the fishing line, none of them knew what would face out there.
They were no more than an hour or two on the water when Marcus suddenly stopped the motor and dropped anchor. “Before we go any further, I need to know what I’m getting myself into. You haven’t really told me anything about Winguard.” (Y,n) turned her attention to Logan as well, he knew the mysterious man best.
“Like how he is able to keep that part of the lake while controlling hundreds of people?”
“You wanna know what I know? Alright, his code name is MasterMind. That pretty much says it all. They call it psionic influence, he gets into your skull same as a psychic but it’s more about controlling what you see, what you hear, he creates illusions; he can make you punch yourself while thinking you were punching somebody else.”
(Y,n) only had a small taste of his power and that was enough for her, being mindlessly controlled to walk to an unknown location is not very fun. How were they supposed to fight this guy without succumbing to his spell again?
“So… The faces in the water folk keep seeing… Why do you think that’s happenin’?” Marcus piped up.
“Winguard’s hiding somewhere in the bayou. He don’t wanna be found, guessing those people got a little too close to Green Haven.”
“Well, are they more like psionic booby traps?” She was sure there was no way that he was just standing by the water waiting for fishermen to show up.
“I don’t know, maybe more like a security fence. But I don’t think he was ever that powerful. I think he needs to be nearby to influence someone.”
“Then he was there last night? He followed us or some shit?” If that was true, then Winguard probably knows they’re coming and is setting up a cage just for them.
“No, no, he wasn’t anywhere close I would’ve smelled him. He knows better, was most likely just out of reach.”
“He must’ve visited Marueen then. And all those people back home…” Marcus thought out loud, looking out to cam waters.
“I don’t know, I just know that something is not adding up.”
Silence fell over them for a few seconds before (Y,n) turned towards the man. “So, how do you know Winguard, anyway?”
“I’m telling you I can’t remember-”
“Okay, seriously? All of these ‘I don’t knows’ and ‘I don’t remember’, what’s going on with you?” (Y,n) was getting frustrated, how the hell were they supposed to beat this guy if the person who knew him keeps saying he doesn’t remember.
“I’m not keeping you guys in the dark, I’m in the dark… What you saw happen to your boss, that happened to me.” Logan was now talking to Marcus, she wasn’t there when the two first met.
“Hold up, you told me he was never come back. You got mind wiped?”
Logan nodded. “Yeah, except over and over and over again. I can’t tell you how many times because I can’t remember, there’s just so much that I can’t remember.” For some reason, this made (Y,n) determined to stop Weapon X. They got rid of Hydra, who’s to say they shouldn’t do the same to to them? This time, she could be more of use, protect other mutants from a life of misery.
“But you remember some things, when your claws come out you heal, you get stabbed you heal, so it’s not the same for your brain?” She asked, a little worried that if she were to ever get mind wiped, would her brain heal?
“It’s the same and not the same, more and more has been coming back to me but there’s still some… Hidden. I remember Weapon X and Marueen, maybe because they’re one in the same.”
They gave him a look, wanting him to explain what he meant by that. “She worked for Weapon X, we both did. And then we escaped together. And I remember… Hate. For Winguard, but I don’t know what he did.”
This gave Marcus an idea, he started up the boat again with a small smile. “We gone take a little detour, I know just the place that can help you remember. We gone to see Miss Eyestone.” Both adults glanced at other, wondering if they knew who that was. “Karla Eyestone! Voodoo, tea leaves, throwing the bones, séances, that of thing.”
“No, hell no.” Logan protested, reaching over to control the boat. They bickered back and forth a short while before (Y,n) placed a hand on his arm to sit him back down.
“I’m not too sure about all that voodoo stuff either but you have to give it a try.”
“(Y,n)-”
“Do you know what it feels like to be controlled by him? It’s fucking terrible, every worry and wish I had was arguing with itself and it felt like I was stuck. My body was moving on its own but my mind was stuck, forced to listen to myself ramble so if Marcus says Miss Eyebone-”
“Miss Eyestone.” Marcus corrected.
“Miss Eyestone, can help. You have to try, because I know how every single person who he has under his control feels and we need to stop him.” She watched his jaw flex before he mumbled something under his breath.
“Fine, but if shit starts to get weird, we’re out of there.” Marcus chuckled before steering the boat again only for it to sputter and slow down to a stop. “Are you serious? That bastard didn’t top it off.”
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Logan looked to (Y,n) and raised his eyebrow in question. With a huff, she moved to sit at the end and stuck out her hand, seconds later the boat began to move forward. “You’re not about to sit back and relax, give me directions.”
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inkblot-inc · 2 years
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Fish Are Friends Not Food
Summary: Reader is a mutant with the abilities and characteristics of a tiger shark. You’ve grown up in the hands of HYDRA to be a killer. Nothing more, nothing less. When the Avengers come upon you at the HYDRA base, Natasha is one of the two tasked to help you adjust to life among other people
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader
[AU Masterlist] This is Part 1
Warnings: darkish themes; very brief mention of mutant poachers (it’s literally a blip), mention of cannibalism (not in detail, but it’s mentioned), hypnotism, manipulation, mention of suicide (again, not in detail, but it is there), and you know…violence
Note: this is just the backstory for who I'm from here on going to call Jaws, AKA the reader, and how they met the team; how they met Natasha
Word Count: A little more than 2k
*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit
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You were born and raised on a small island in the middle of the southern Pacific Ocean (a “child” formation to a certain living island) with several older siblings, you being the most temperamental of them
You were out for a weekend dive with your siblings by the coast of the island when there was a torrential downpour while you were fairly young.
That downpour soon became a hurricane, and as far as you could tell through the flashes of lightning, no one else made it off of the island before it was flooded and ultimately destroyed.
You wound up swept onto the Galapagos, where you scavenged to survive for about a year before poachers got to you.
You were sold to a man named Dr. Faustus, where you then lived in a saltwater tank the height of your body and just as wide.
Dr. Faustus altered a few things in your body, largely wanting to preserve what he called the “novelty” of your being. You only knew your instincts had been heightened, you felt stronger, you healed faster than normal, and you could smell, hear and see a lot more things than you could before
“How the gills on your neck interact with the rest of your immune system is truly a marvel….” blah blah blah. It all started to fade into the background with the other things you couldn’t completely focus on.
To actually explain what he’s talking about: The gills on your neck are your primary source of breathing, having been raised in and around the water up until this point. Your nose is really only utilized on land. The way to describe the feeling of this to you is like walking around holding your breath most of the time. Doable, but uncomfortable after a while. That’s why you only fully feel comfortable in the water. (I imagine it could be the other way around experience-wise if someone with an aquatic mutation was raised largely on land (who’s logically doing that) but this is the basic idea.
Through hypnotic suggestion, he made use of your unruly temper and trained you to be his executioner of sorts. It was also the only way you’d get fed.
“You kill them, you get to eat. That’s how this works, so-” he’d toss his latest victim in the tank with you. “It’s chow time, haifisch spawn.”
This went on for several more years before you got further training to go into the field. Again, exclusively executions
Because there was no time where you would have normal interactions with other people, your response to almost everything was violence.
The person sent to go with you on a mission is being kind of irritating? Strangle them. Maybe a bit mouthy? Bite their hand off, that simple.
“I guess today’s the day you learn how to use a zipline with one hand Jerry,”
Do you get reprimanded for these stunts? No, not really. Jerry needs to learn to shut his ass up.
Killing was quite literally the only thing you were used for, otherwise you would sit in the water and just float. There was nothing to do, and nothing for you to think about. You could barely remember the faces of your brothers and sisters, and while underwater you could only catch the faintest whisper of what you know by now is your mother’s voice.
“There’s my baby, where have you been?” “You know what happens when you lose your head,” “remember not to stray too far now,” “I love you guppy.”
Those would be the words to lull you to sleep when lights went out and you closed your eyes
Progressing into adulthood you only become more savage with your marks, and you were given one final “upgrade” from Dr. Faustus.
You underwent the process of having your teeth and jaws bonded with a small settlement of adamantium they had gathered.
The whole bonding and recovery process took a few months to fully adjust
By now you didn’t even have to “preserve your kills for later” anymore, as one of Faustus’ rewards was giving you actual food to eat.
Compared to the other subjects he had in the building, the food you got was basically considered Michelin star: A1 steaks and the like, but to you, it was more of the same. One was ethical and one wasn’t. One came to you breathing erratically and the other was dead long before it wound up in front of you.
Safe to say that you became Faustus’ most prized subject. He didn’t beat on you because he didn’t have to. You were also his novelty mutation of humans, he wouldn’t risk a life like that for his own curiosity. He would just use hypnosis and psychological warfare to get what he wanted, and it worked well enough.
You’d called this place home for over a decade before the biggest shift in your life would happen in meeting the Avengers
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The Avengers had finally zeroed in on the location of the last HYDRA base that had been sitting in New York.
It was basically under their noses for years, basically taunting them. Even combing through streets and buildings, they were coming up empty.
Then, Tony got a hit on one of the files that was publicized back during the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Something about a shipment of extreme importance to New York City that was encrypted as tight as Fort Knox. They decided to head to that location next
The base was underground, actually pretty close to Times Square: a lot of traffic, not many eyes following specific people, a good spot to be hidden for sure.
Around this time, Faustus had been notified of the oncoming assault from Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Rather than fight them off, have them potentially interrogate his subjects and employees for intel and give away his research for HYDRA, he had your tank soundproofed as he broadcasted his hypnotic suggestion throughout the building to get all the people occupying the building to kill themselves. He issued his last order to you to kill the intruders coming into the building, thereafter he killed himself.
You were on the move, and like a predator stalking its prey, you went up into the rafters to get a good view of your targets. As you came up to attack the man in the spangled suit, your closest target, there was a sudden tingle in your head before you saw red.
Now, when Wanda tried knocking you out, it did maybe the exact opposite. You launched yourself at the man in front of you in a frenzy, your breathing erratic as you swung at him with killing intent. You were moving so fast that he was just barely blocking it with his shield.
“Alright guys, Wanda and I are gonna need backup like now!”
More people came in, you could kept note of their positions in the room before you refocused on the person in front of you.
Someone struck you from behind. It barely tickled, but you felt it. You turned around to snap the limb of the person behind you with your teeth, just missing their arm.
“WOAH JAWS!” The lady that was behind you yelled out involuntarily as you continued to bare your teeth at her. You suddenly felt a blast to the chest and you were knocked into the body of the first man you were fighting.
“Did we get them?” “They were hit with my repulsor blast from pretty close range, I’d say-” you almost sprang up all the way when the man you landed onto put you in a chokehold on reflex.
“AGH SHIT!” You bit him on the forearm to get free when you got knocked out with his shield to the temple.
The avengers gathered together to regroup and take in their only living occupant in the HYDRA base.
They decided to take you back to the compound for further questioning and an analysis, Tony noticing there was no damage where he hit you with his repulsor blast.
As they all made their way back to the quinjet, Steve carrying you over his shoulder, Nat stopped next to him and stared at your unconscious form and then up at him
“Be sure to watch your language next time Jaws starts to get the upper hand on you,” she smirked as she walked past to get on the jet.
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When you awoke in the medbay of the compound, Tony and Bruce were in the room looking over your DNA and trying to make sense of your mutation and what led to it.
Tony turned to you, “So, Swim Shady, care to tell us how you got the gills of a fish, but no fins?”
Safe to say you almost killed Tony several times they were trying to get information out of you.
The timid man in the corner, Bruce, wasn’t even worth your time to focus on. He didn’t seem too keen on getting close to you either, which was just as well.
They called in the two women you saw back at the HYDRA base, and your eyes narrowed on the shorter redhead and stayed on her.
“Good to know you can remember faces, Jaws,”
There was an irritating feeling in the pit of your stomach while looking at her, but you chalked it up to being hungry.
With whatever they had strapped to this bed, you weren’t able to remedy that anytime soon with all of them keeping their distance.
Wanda avidly decided to pacify you from her stance by the door
After Wanda used her powers to put you in a calmer, more receptive state, Bruce and Tony were able to continue their inquiries.
You weren’t very talkative by then, but you gave clipped responses
“The gills?”
“Born with them,”
“The teeth?”
“Born with those,”
“.....You sure you don’t have any fins?”
“I’ve never had any fins. Stop asking.” and so the questioning went.
After having Sam call, confirming that all the people in the HYDRA base including the "Dr. Faustus" that you mentioned were dead, the next step was what to do with you.
After Tony’s idea to ship you out to the circus was immediately shot down and further ignored, they ultimately came to you with two options.
Since you were manipulated and raised under HYDRA, they could work with you to help you readjust into the rest of society and basically unlearn all the bad and maybe even use your abilities for good *wink wink, nudge nudge*
Or you stand trial for all of the murders you committed while under HYDRA as the sole survivor in the base (which would most definitely wind up with you being put to death, maybe The Raft if they were being generous)….
Ah yes, what a hard decision indeed.
You decided to let them help you, not that you knew what that all would entail, having grown up surrounded by morally questionable individuals since the tender age of eight. It was then put in place that Wanda and Natasha would be the ones to help you.
Wanda with her wiggly woos seemed like the most logical choice, and Natasha was the least frightened of what you could do
The others were largely nuisances anyways, Tony would’ve lost a limb by now had Wanda not been soothing your amygdala while he was prodding you for information. Steve already had the bite mark on his right forearm from when they apprehended you. It was definitely going to scar, and he didn’t want to potentially get any more if he could help it. And Bruce? Out of the question for obvious reasons.
Clint, Sam, and Vision were still coming back from sweeping the HYDRA base for any clues to other bases and anything they might’ve missed. So while the rest of the team handled whatever else needed to be handled, Natasha had you unstrapped from the bed and had Wanda make sure that you were still pacified before she led you to what would be your room for the rest of your time in the compound.
The entire way there, there was a subtle apprehension to being stuck with these people you didn’t know. But that same feeling in the pit of your stomach appeared when you looked down to watch as Natasha led you away by the hand, But this time it wasn’t so irritating…
You still chalked it up to just being hungry.
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You Don’t Love Her
Chapter 1: A Business Meeting
Natasha Romanoff x GN (except for one line where Reader is referred to as a woman) Nightcrawler! Reader
Content warnings: Red Room Natasha, violence, blood, manipulation, mentions of organ harvesting, demon/mutant reader, cult and mob shenanigans
For as long as you can remember, your life has been hell; not that you minded, hell has been quite kind to you. Born of a rather infamous shape-shifting mutant and a father whom you’ve only had the pleasure of hearing about in ancient texts, you’ve grown comfortable with the… peculiarities… surrounding your past. These peculiarities made up more parts of your life than you could count on the six fingers of your hands, and these peculiarities led you to such compromising positions as the one you found yourself in now. Lips curling into a smirk, your tail flicked with glee at the sight before you; it wasn’t often that one of your men brought you a worthy sacrifice, especially not one so vibrant as the flame-haired woman who stood before you. You could tell you weren’t what she was expecting, you often tended not to be. Your eyes followed the woman’s own with a vague interest, watching as they trailed from the prehensile tail now wrapped around the arm of your chair to your gloved hands, each owning two less fingers than your average person. You hummed as her eyes trailed up your form, usually by now those brought before you had begun to hyperventilate; though you suppose that the red-headed woman had known what she was in for. Few of your previous sacrifices had been bold enough to request being brought to your feet, and even less had been bold enough to stare directly up at you with much else than poorly restrained horror.
No, this woman was different, she seemed as though she could care less about the azure hue of your skin or the fangs that had ripped into the flesh of many a sacrifice before; she had only come for business, not to ogle at the spectacle of your mutation. Your smirk widened as you watched her, eyes flickering briefly to the guard posted at your door, nodding your head for him to leave.
“I was wondering when I would have the pleasure of seeing the lovely Black Widow. I’m shocked that you have the audacity to seek me out again after what you pulled.” You leaned forward onto your desk, hands folded neatly below your chin as you rested your weight onto your elbows. Unwrapping your tail from your seat, you gestured it towards the empty chair seated in front of your desk, giving the assassin an expectant look. She sat down quickly, her shoulders squared as her gaze pierced into you; emerald green burning with the color of envy. The intensity of the look would’ve made a lesser woman cower.
You have never been the lesser woman, why start now?
Charming grin met disinterested stare as the Black Widow finally spoke up, and it was then you had begun to understand why she was described as enthralling. A Russian accent coated her words like a warm honey, it would’ve lured you in had it not been for the circumstances surrounding this meeting. “It isn’t audacity, so how about we skip the smooth talk and get to the reason that I’m here.” Chuckling, you shook your head in faux disbelief, the sound rumbling through the air. “Ah Ms Romanova, still so cocky even after all of our time together. Its cute really.” A dark haze began to rise from your seat as you spoke, the scent of sulfur tainting the air as you licked over your teeth. The redhead had been a thorn in your side for months now; shipments had been halted and sacrifices had been slower coming as of late. You’ve had to remind the people under your protection exactly what they were paying for more than once recently. Raising an eyebrow, you waited for Natalia to continue the conversation, sighing in slight disappointment when the assassin remained silent.
So this was the game that Natalia wanted to play? No matter, you’ll get her to break. You always do. You sighed out slowly, your eyes lazily trailing over her seated form as you kicked your legs onto your desk, your body turned slightly to the side in your chair. “Do you know how difficult you’ve been making things for me Natalia? I thought we knew each other better than that….” It was a lie of course, hell you only learned her name from a piece of information one of your men had stumbled upon while supervising a delivery. You had only spoken to the spy through business transactions through which you ended up paying her idiot of a boss off to stay the hell away from your territory. Clearly either you didn’t pay him enough or the man was a fool, your mind rested firmly on the latter. The red-head scoffed, placing a hand on the desktop to rest; a distraction, you thought, she was reaching for something. “We don’t know each other at all, L/n. I suggest you drop the act before I change my mind on the orders given to me.”
You laughed at that, making slightly bewildered eye contact with her. “Natalia please, you know you can't kill me. Why even try?” Your eyes twinkled at the thought of an attempt, the sulfurous haze rising yet again. How long had it been since the last attempt on your life? The last you could remember was when a sacrifice was brave enough to believe a knife would save her. It was a shame you had to bury it into her chest, she was gorgeous. Her valor would have made her an excellent member of your organization, had she not wasted it on such a futile stunt. No matter, that attempt had ended the same as they always do.
Maybe this one would be a bit more interesting. Then again, if the Black Widow wanted you dead, you likely would have been by now.
Your confidence made the red-heads cool demeanor falter, jaw setting in frustration. You chuckled at that; she wasn’t where you wanted her but, you’d get her there. “There’s no act cariña, I’m simply waiting for you to explain why Dreykov is having his spiders harass my cargo. He has enough people to run his operation. I don’t see why he feels the need to take from mine.” As you spoke, Natalia couldn’t help but think of how you worded things in such a sterile manner. Cargo was far too innocent of a word to describe what you dealt in, even as a killer Natalia knew this. To refer to blood and the organs that sustain it as cargo was almost cruel, to refer to the corpses who carried the blood and entrails as cargo was demonic. But, that was what you were wasn’t it? Dreykov’s interest in the corpses was overshadowed by a general desire to see himself at the top, and if that meant halting your shipments, then so be it.
“He is not taking from your living, I don’t see the harm in missing a few bodies from your pile.”
Your face twisted into a grimace, irritation and a dampened anger practically blazing behind your eyes. Is that all she thought this was? Some pile of bodies that you used for god knows what? The thought of such a waste in resources made your blood boil. Your cargo was more than a shipment of cadavers, you refused to have your international deliveries, the lives you’ve saved, the money you’ve earned, be reduced to some form of mortuary obsession.
You should kill her where she sat, have one of your men prepare her for the altar- no. That would be a waste of the woman known as Natalia Romanova, you could use her far better elsewhere. Taking a deep breath, you repositioned yourself in your seat, staring directly into the eyes of the woman sitting across from you.
As green met the pupiless expense of your eyes, Natalia began to understand why so many people found you physically appealing. As physically off-putting as your infernal traits should be, there was a certain softness to the edge that surrounded your features. If she stared for long enough she could make out just a hint of blue fur coating your face, almost like the fuzz of a peach. Had it been under different circumstances this meeting could have even been pleasant, but Natalia had a job to do, orders to listen to, a home to return to. If she was reading the anger etched onto your face correctly, and she knew that she was, her description of your business had struck a bit of a nerve.
Good.
“You may not see the harm, but my clientele does. Not only is Dreykov fucking with my business, but hes fucking with my people. Last I checked, my shipment guards wound up disappearing with my cargo.” Your tail flicked with an animosity of its own, a livewire attached to your body. Standing up, the low lighting of the office shadowed your face, your eyes practically glowing as you glared down at the spy. Her neutral expression followed you up, a slight raise to her eyebrows in challenge. Clenching and unclenching your fists, you put a special sort of venom into your next words.
“I only have so much time in my schedule to dedicate to my followers, and you of all people should know how long it takes to brainwash someone.” A tensing of shoulders and jaw from the redhead eased a smirk back onto your face, yes. You knew what to do now. Taking a step backward you allowed yourself to fade into the dimension of smoke and brimstone, the world disappearing for a moment until you reappeared in the dimension you belonged to; this time, you found yourself leaning over the back of the assassin’s chair. Tracing your hands carefully down her arms, you felt her muscles tense as your fingers danced across them.
“That's right, you would know wouldn't you? That must've been difficult for such a young girl.”
Natalia’s hands quickly grabbed her pistol, her body whipping around to face you; only to be met with a cloud of smoke as you danced through dimensions and appeared behind her yet again. The room filled with the smell of sulfur, your laugh waltzing along the dark clouds created by your power. This time your fingertips traced along her jaw, her hand reaching over to grab at your body in retaliation. Before she could touch your skin, you disappeared into smoke yet again, your voice echoing on the residue.
“You want more from life don't you? More than just killing and hiding in the shadows like a dog?”
A flash of light and the ringing of a gunshot hit the air, the bullet lodging itself into a wall as you teleport away.
“Dreykov doesn’t take very good care of you does he? Ripping you girls away from your lives.”
Another shot
“From your families”
A shuddering breath, a flash of metal as she switches from a pistol to a combat knife once holstered on the spy-suit’s thigh.
“Making you into machines, into monsters.”
Over and over Natalia made attempts to touch you, grab you, harm you, anything to shut you up, prevent you from speaking again. Over and over she failed to touch you, your body always just out of reach of her blade, of her hands, until finally she met her mark, blade piercing into the warm flesh of your palm. A silver edge now coated in crimson stood from the back of your hand, the cool metal of the hilt pressed against your palm as you held it there. You and Natalia stood as if frozen, wild eyes switching from your bloodied palm to the calm smile on your face as you stepped closer to her. Cupping her jaw, you watched as Natalia’s pupils shrink, your ears just barely picked up on a change in her breathing. Leaning into her, you allowed for your body to press into hers just enough for there to be a light weight against her.
There was no need to overwhelm the assassin after all, not when she had fought so hard for her prize. Not when she looked like that, all heavy breathes and ferocious glares as she stood under you.
“I understand what it’s like to be a monster, cariña. I know that deep down you aren't one.” You took a step back, gently grabbing her wrist in an effort to release the knife from her grip. You felt resistance, the Black Widow was not one to fall for such petty tricks after all.
But they weren’t petty at all, were they?
Ripping the knife from your palm, Natalia shoved you away, sweeping your leg quick after to take you to the ground. This time you allowed it, falling onto your back and giving no resistance as her boot was forced into your sternum. The look in the assassin’s eyes almost made you laugh as she pointed the gun to your head, her pupils still hadn’t fully gone back to normal.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
Her hands were steady as she spoke, her finger tensed on the trigger. She could end it all right now, wipe that smug grin off of your damned face, all she has to do is pull the trigger-
The thoughts were interrupted by something long and prehensile wrapping around her leg, a sharp tip pointed at her thigh. Switching her gaze briefly, Natalia’s eyes were met with the sight of your tail wrapped around her calf, the tip swaying gently against the material of her suit. Turning her gaze back to your face, she watched as your eyes trailed over her one final time before answering. “If you killed me now, you wouldn’t have anyone to love you after you leave all of this behind.”
You reached your bloodied hand up, resting it on the side of her thigh as you unwrapped your tail from her leg. You knew she couldn’t kill you, you'd fade into nothingness before she could try, but the thought was still there. The thought was all you needed.
Holstering the gun, Natalia walked forward, the entirety of her weight resting on your sternum for a moment before she made her way to the door. As she walked away, you tilted your head back to see the bloody print of your hand on her thigh, the sight leaving as the door closed. You stayed on the floor, smiling to yourself in gleeful victory. Dreykov could attack your shipments, could kill your men, could interrupt the tributes of the people from reaching you, but he couldn’t stop Natalia from letting you live. Staring up into the ceiling, you began to laugh to yourself.
The thought was all you needed, and you were most certainly in the thoughts of the Black Widow.
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randomhumanoid512 · 2 years
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So @inkblot-inc I did it…
Yes that is a Jaws beanie because it’s Jaws
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trikruismybitch · 2 years
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AYOOO FIC IDEA
For as long as Reader was alive they saw what people did for this so called "Love'' sacrificng themselves in the name of it but she knew it just clouded your judgment, made you weak and vulnerable.
SO
imagine immortal Reader who thinks love / humanity isnt worth it but meets *marvel character* and sudden they have something worth fighting for *gasps* original ? not really BUT-
idea one: —i was thinking Reader was cursed because of loving someone they weren't supposed to? maybe they were a god that loved a mortal but it was against the rules so they cast them away on earth while killing their lover as a lesson while forcing them to suffer for eternity?
idea two: —another one where Reader was in love with someone who betrayed them to *insert bad guy* which caused their family to die and their making a deal with the devil so they can avenge them (hence immortality, the devil feeds off their infinite sorrow :p )
Idea three: —Reader was just born with Immortality having to watch their family die and overtime just lost faith in their world as such terrible happens and humans repeating their past mistakes.
based off of
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRMm4ecq/?k=1
LITERALLY if anyone wants to write / use these ideas YOU CAN! Just tag me so i can read it PLEASE! <3
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Darkest Knight - Part 2
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Mutant!Reader
18+ only, read at your own risk
Summary: You meet a pretty woman in a bar...
Word count: 4954
AN: Click here for Part 1!
Thanks to everyone who read and interacted with Part 1. Things get a little wild in this one...
“I should have never come here,” Natasha cries. “You don’t deserve this, after everything you’ve done for me–”
“I can help you,” you insist. “Please, Nat. Just tell me who they are–”
She looks up at you, and even in the darkness the fear in her eyes is unmissable.
“The Red Room.”
The words send physical shivers down your spine. They weren’t ones you had expected to ever hear again, and you were shocked that this woman knew of its existence, let alone escaped. Now, you can fully sympathize with and understand her fear.
“Put your shoes on. We’ll go out the back door. Hurry.” You speak in short but commanding sentences, directing Natasha into the kitchen. The pounding on the door escalates to heavy, inconsistent thuds, and you know the “officers” are using their battering ram now. Luckily, you had assembled this cabin yourself, board by board, with the door built of solid oak, so that would buy you some precious time.
You stop at the freezer to grab a plastic bag that Natasha doesn’t even look at. She’s staring at the back door, practically shaking with fear, and anger fills you so suddenly you can’t see. But you can’t slip into one of your rages now, not with Natasha being in such close proximity and having no idea what you’re actually capable of. If she knew who you really were, what you were, she’d run happily into the Red Room goons’ arms and beg them to take her away from you. 
On the other side of the back door, you hear the crunch of boots on fresh snow, the anxious heartbeats, and the pump of a shotgun.
You don’t have any time to warn Natasha before you jump in front of her, shielding her body with yours just in time as a round of buckshot blasts through the door into your chest. The pain is like an explosion that takes your breath away, but luckily darkness engulfs you before it becomes overbearing.
Natasha screams when your weight falls back into her. You are ridiculously, unexpectedly heavy, almost pinning her down, but she manages to scramble back in time, leaving you to thud onto the floor. She stares at your body in shock, where lead pellets are buried in your chest, blood seeping out to soak your layers of shirts. Natasha instinctively gravitates for you, trying to find an area to apply pressure so she can slow the bleeding. 
“Y/N, Y/N,” she whimpers, ignoring the fist punching through the weakened door and opening the lock from the outside. 
“Hey, I found her!”
“And you took out the other one!”
“Natalia…” someone says in a mocking voice. “Natalia, come home to us…”
Natasha’s head snaps up and adrenaline fills her veins as she blindly launches herself at the soldier who killed you. She tears the shotgun out of his hands and clubs him on the head with it, knocking him down and smashing the butt into his helmet’s face shield until it cracks. She hasn’t felt fury like this in a while, putting her in an almost euphoric state, but her focus is a concentrated pinpoint, and she doesn’t see the second soldier behind her pointing a gun at her head.
“RAHHHHH!” 
Natasha ducks, wondering if someone let a large animal into your home. She catches a flash of silver as the muzzle of the soldier’s gun falls harmlessly to the floor as if sliced right off. You’re back on your feet all of a sudden, teeth bared in a ferocious snarl, three silver, knife-like claws protruding from your knuckles. You slash at the soldier, tearing through his body armor effortlessly and puncturing his heart. He crumples next to his partner, who’s shaking in complete terror while crawling away from you.
“Don’t look, Nat,” you growl and she turns away, flinching when she hears the man’s cut off scream. She jumps when you grab her shoulder, afraid that she’ll find herself on the other end of your knives, but you shake her gently. When she looks at you, your knives are gone and so are the buckshot holes in your chest. 
“How are you–What did you–” Natasha stammers.
“It’s okay,” you say, taking a step back from her when you sense her overwhelming levels of stress. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Natasha slips her hand into her pocket, where your stolen pocket knife is. It would be like trying to fight you off with a toothpick, but Natasha Romanoff wasn’t one to go down without a fight.
“Nat, please. We can get away on my motorcycle. Come on.”
You’ve made no move to hurt her, keeping your hands where she can see them. Even though you had turned the Red Room soldiers into shish kabobs, you hadn’t let them suffer, taking them down with deadly accuracy and efficiency. Deep down, Natasha knows she can trust you, but her body is having a very resistant physical reaction to going with you. After all, anyone’s natural instinct would be to run very fast and far from away from a person who literally came back from the dead and mowed down two grown men with knives built into their arms. 
“Nat?” you prompt a final time, not sure what you’re going to do if she refuses to go with you. 
“Okay,” she says, wringing her hands together frantically. “I trust you.” 
It means more than you can explain that she’s put her faith in you and you lead her out of the bloodied kitchen. You race to the shed, where you tear off the padlock with your bare hands. There’s only one helmet, which you clasp around Natasha’s head. You throw one leg over the seat of your motorcycle and it sinks considerably under your weight. Natasha slides on behind you, wrapping her arms around your muscular torso, unable to resist the waves of body heat coming off of you.
She hardly notices the blistering wind as you take off into the forest, somehow finding your way around trees and rocks despite keeping the headlights off. Her fingers are clenched, almost frozen, to the plastic bag you had made such an effort to retrieve from the freezer. She has no interest in its contents now, clinging to you desperately and closing her eyes, hoping that when she opens them she’ll wake up from this nightmare.
You eventually turn the motorcycle onto a road and careen on. 
*********************************************************************** It’s probably not the wisest idea to stop at a motel, but you’re certain Natasha is still exhausted from the long night that’s not over, and you need some time to collect yourself. You park your motorcycle in the dirt lot and shake Natasha awake.
“We’ll stay here for a few hours, then keep moving,” you say, gently prying the plastic bag from her. Her hands are freezing and you feel awful for not taking care of her better. 
“But the men…they could catch up–”
“You need to get proper rest,” you interrupt. You’re not sure how many hours she had been awake before she met you at the bar, and while she’d already been looking better after dinner, you didn’t want to push her.
“This is too dangerous–” Natasha protests.
“They know you’re with me,” you say, and this quiets her. “So they’ll need to come up with a new plan if they want you.” You untwist the plastic bag, pulling out a soggy wad of cash. Her eyes grow wide. “This should keep us covered for a few days.” Then, you notice the rusty red splotches of dried blood splattered across your shirt. If you walk up to the front desk like this, the manager would call the cops. “Uh…shit.”
“Here.” Natasha takes her jacket off, despite your protests for her to keep it on, and she wraps the sleeves around your shoulders, carefully draping them in a way that hides the blood splatter. She fights back a visible shiver. “Much better.”
“Thanks. Let’s go quick,” you say, herding her into the tiny front office that barely fits the two of you side-by-side. “Two rooms,” you tell the pimply boy behind the dusty desk who smells like energy drinks and weed. 
“Huh?” he responds, blinking slowly at you.
“Two rooms. Please,” you say through your teeth, pulling out a few bills to show your commitment.
A long pause as you stare each other down.
“Uh, yeah we don’t have two rooms,” the boy says. “Just one–”
“That’s fine, then,” Natasha intervenes, as you can consider hefting the kid over your shoulder and dragging him out to the dumpster around the corner. “We’ll take whatever you have left.”
“Sure.”
You reluctantly hand over the deposit and he disappears into the back room to find the keys. Mumbling under your breath about the lack of hiring standards, you rub absently at your chest and Natasha looks at you in concern.
“You okay?” she whispers.
“Yeah.” You drop your hand back to your side. “Probably gonna cough up some buckshot later, to be honest.”
Natasha doesn’t know if she should laugh or leave. “How did you…” she trails off, searching for the right words.
“Heal so fast?” you supply. “Always have. I was literally just…born that way.”
“And the…” Natasha gestures to her own hands and forearms. 
“Claws?” you finish. “Been with me since the beginning, too.” Your answers are vague, almost useless in the new number of questions they spark, but Natasha knows now is not the time. The boy finally returns with a key hooked to rabbit’s foot, which you accept with a very judgemental scowl, but are very glad to finally be on your way to some privacy for the night.
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Natasha startles awake, trying to piece together the traumatic memories of the past eight hours into a coherent storyline. She’s alone in the motel room, her anxiety skyrocketing at the thought that you might have ditched her, when the door creaks open and you step back in. You’re wearing new clothes and holding a crumpled white bag stained with grease. 
“Did you sleep okay?” you grunt, tossing the bag onto the bed by her feet. “I got you some breakfast. It’s probably shit, but everything else nearby is closed.”
“Thanks.” Natasha reaches for the bag, despite having almost no appetite. She takes out one of the sandwiches, but can’t bring herself to take a bite. “Y/N, I think we need to get moving again. We’ve hung around for too long–”
“Eat your damn sandwich, then we’ll leave,” you gruff, and it’s almost endearing to Natasha how grumpy and thoughtful you can be at the same time. “But you know, we can’t keep running forever.”
“We can run far enough,” she insists. You don’t respond and Natasha realizes you’re waiting for her to take a bite of her egg and sausage sandwich. Fighting back a smile of amusement, she nibbles off the edge of the dry muffin and you nod in satisfaction. 
“Look Nat, I want to help you. You know that, right? But I’m…familiar…with these Red Room goons and–” Her eyebrows shoot up as she keeps chewing. “That’s another story for another day.”
“Did you escape from them, too?” Natasha asks, her eyes wide. 
“Well, not exactly. But I know who they are. What they are. And what they do to women like you.”
Natasha tenses suddenly, sensing judgment from you. She’s ready to defend herself, that she didn’t let them break her or keep her hostage, when you add, “They should be burned to the ground. Just a bunch of psychopathic perverts.” She laughs out loud, startling you because you weren’t even trying to make a joke, but you let out a snort. 
“But they’re a damn smart bunch of perverts,” you continue. “And you know we can’t take them alone. I have some old friends that can help us. I’ll take you to them.”
“More old friends? Like the one who’s clothes I’m wearing?” Natasha says, wanting to join in on the lighter mood, but she immediately regrets so when she sees the sadness cloud your face.
“Not like that,” you murmur. “She would’ve helped us, though. But she’s gone now, so…”
Natasha doesn’t know what to say, guilt gnawing at her stomach for making such an unnecessary joke.
“They’re in New York. It’s been a while since I last saw them, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind us stopping by,” you say to break the silence. “They’d help us without question.”
“Even against…the Red Room?”
“They’d have those Red Room schmucks for breakfast,” you chortle, the mood lightening once more. The knot in Natasha’s stomach loosens, and she takes another bite of the sandwich. “But it’s gonna take us a while to get there. And we’ll probably need a car…”
“I’ll handle it,” Natasha volunteers.
You look at her with a raised eyebrow, challenging but curious. “Okay. We’ll go when you’re done eating.”
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While you clear out the motel room of all your tracks, Natasha triumphantly returns with the keys to a large blue Ram truck. You’re sad to leave your motorcycle behind, but it’s served you well, so you take it for one final ride to a strip mall, Natasha following in her menacing blue truck. You park in a shaded corner, saying good-bye with a caress to the faded leather seat, then join Natasha in the truck. 
With good weather and little traffic, the drive would take about 40 hours. And even though you’d be able to make the entire drive yourself with minimal stops, Natasha won’t let you. It’s a long first day, stopping for more junk food and bathroom breaks. You buy a phone from a gas station to text your contact in Westchester, and in the few responses you share, they seem eager for your arrival despite your circumstances. 
Another night is spent at a shoddy motel, and this time you don’t automatically ask for separate rooms. Natasha seems comfortable in your presence–tolerant, at the very least–and you’re starting to enjoy her company too. She keeps to herself for the most part and even though you can feel her studying you sometimes, she doesn’t ask anything inappropriate. She also tries to take care of you, though you think of yourself as the last person who needs it, but it’s cute how she picks up on your favorite gas station snacks (the jerky and Snickers bars) and buys you extra packets behind your back, and she offers to drive almost every time the two of you get back into the truck.
So on the third and final day of your trip, when Natasha begs to make a stop at a mall in Ohio, you agree, mostly because you know how happy it will make her. While the mall itself is disappointingly unimpressive, Natasha has the biggest smile as she drags you around under the pretense that she wants to find some clothing that wasn’t bought from a gas station, but she tries to browse every store, commenting which retailers have taken the old spots of familiar locations from her childhood. 
“Try this one on,” Natasha says, thrusting yet another checkered flannel shirt at you.
“They all look the same,” you grumble, feeling that you may be colorblind because you can’t tell what’s different about the prior three she’s made you try. 
“No, this one goes better with your eyes,” she says, her cheeks suddenly turning red when she realizes what she’s said.
You grin at her. “Then I’ll buy this one.”
You proudly wear the shirt out of the store, sneaking a glance to see Natasha’s expression and she does seem even more excited than when you first arrived at the mall. For lunch, you stop in the food court, and while you’re wolfing down a triple-patty burger with frightening intensity, Natasha suddenly reaches across the table and grabs your hand.
“What?” You stop mid-bite.
“Behind you,” she hisses.
Wiping grease off your chin, you drop your shoulder and turn your head subtly. But you know immediately who Natasha’s referring to. A woman with long black hair tied into an immaculate ponytail, not a single stray hair flying about, wearing a black overcoat and gloves, strides towards the food court with purposeful, powerful steps. You recognize her posture, her outfit, and the cold, emotionless expression on her face. 
“Holy shit,” you mumble. “They sent a Widow after us.” 
“We have to go!” Natasha tries yanking up but she isn’t strong enough. “How do you think she found us?”
“They’ve probably been tracking us the whole time,” you say, sad to leave the remainder of your meal. “They were just waiting for the right time to strike.” It’s hard to walk fast without making it obvious that you’re running from someone. You offer Natasha your hand and she takes it without hesitation. You drag her along a little, urging her without words. “It’ll be fine, Nat. We’ll take care of her and keep moving.”
“We shouldn’t have stopped here. This was all my stupid idea,” she says. 
“It wasn’t a stupid idea. I liked it.”
If the two of you weren’t running from a Widow, Natasha would have stopped and hugged you. Although she hasn’t known you for more than four days, she feels completely safe with you and has a deep admiration for you. You’ve never prodded about her past, you’ve never judged from where she came from. While you’re not such an open book yourself, Natasha can see how much you’ve relaxed around her from your first meeting. She likes your calmness, your willingness to drop literally everything in your life for her, with no expectation of anything in return. She’s never met someone like you before but hopes that you’ll let her stay around even after this mess is cleaned up. 
“Go this way,” you say, nudging Natasha into a maintenance corridor, having seen a sign for roof access on one of the walls. At least you could take care of the Widow without worrying about innocent casualties–assuming there weren’t more hiding up there. “Take the stairs,” you instruct Natasha, pushing her into the stairwell.
“I hope you don’t expect me to jump from the roof,” she replies.
“Well, if we have to, I’ll jump first and catch you,” you quip, but there is no time for her to linger on your comment. She dashes up the three flights of stairs with lightning speed, while you lumber up behind her.
“The door’s locked,” she says, stopping in her tracks.
“Move.” Your middle claw rips out of your hand and you slide it between the jamb and wall to cut the lock. Throwing your weight against the door, it pops open easily and you stumble out into the unusually bright outside. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“Just hide somewhere and wait.”
Natasha is skeptical of your plans, not wanting to be caught in a dead end with another Widow, but she hurries towards an air conditioning unit. When she turns around, she sees you’re not following her and are facing the roof access door, your claws sliding out as the Widow makes her appearance, now wearing a gas mask.
“Y/N!” Natasha screams with no other way to stop you.
The Widow tosses a metal canister that immediately releases a thick, white fog. It hides the Widow and worse, burns your eyes until they water and destroys your sense of smell with a piercing, peppery odor.
“Shit.” You drop onto your belly, searching for a breathable pocket of air. You hear another canister clang to the ground, spreading the white fog farther and farther. As you crawl to where you think Natasha is taking cover, the unmistakable pops of gunfire ring through your skull. 
Your sense of sight, smell, and now sound are completely unreliable and fear ices your veins as you think about Natasha’s safety. But she’s also a Widow herself, so you’ll have to trust that she can handle herself while you figure out the way to her. You force yourself up, wiping snot on the sleeves of your new flannel and hunkering down, focusing hard to feel the vibrations of movement on the roof. You pivot left, inching forward cautiously. The faint click of a rifle trigger alerts you and you lash out with your claws, slicing uselessly through the fog. But it was nothing but a ruse, as the Widow comes up behind you and stabs you in the neck with a pronged instrument that sends hundreds of volts of electricity through your body. Your muscles seize and you collapse to the ground, seizing uncontrollably.
You’re pretty sure you’ve bitten your tongue off as blood fills your mouth and you start choking, unable to roll to your side to cough it out. The Widow points the muzzle of her at your face, pressing the cold metal tip to your forehead. You bare your teeth in a vicious snarl, wishing you could will control back into your body to slash her throat out.
“Good night, mutt,” the Widow says. 
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Natasha tucks her mouth and nose into her elbow, charging into the fog while wielding the tiny pocket knife she stole from your apartment. She tackles the Widow with her full bodyweight, puncturing the blade through her vest deep enough that the Widow screams, dropping her gun.  Knocking off the Widow’s mask and pulling her into a tight headlock, Natasha squeezes her arms as tight as she can, counting the number of seconds it takes before the assassin finally stops struggling and slumps to the ground. With watering eyes from the gas, Natasha strips the Widow of her equipment, despite knowing that at her peak, her bare hands would be deadly enough weapons. The gas starts to spread further and further and Natasha can finally see your convulsing body. 
She runs over to you, tentatively yanking the taser out of your neck. You take a huge breath of air, rolling to your side and coughing hard. 
“Thanks,” you mutter as your tongue grows back. Shakily you get to your feet, touching the side of your neck and feeling the jagged openings left by the taser slowly closing. “Where is she? I’m gonna–”
“No. Let’s go,” Natasha intervenes, grabbing onto a handful of your shirt to stop you, like you’re a dog on a leash. You push her away, stomping over to where the Widow is lying motionless. Your claws pop out. She won’t feel anything. 
“Y/N, STOP!” Natasha yells and you freeze, turning to glare at her. 
“They sent her to kill us,” you seethe.
“But she’s not herself,” Natasha begs. “She’s being controlled. You know that. Please don’t kill her. She was just…She was just following orders.”
You clench your fist, the muscles in your forearm rippling as you retract your claws. Natasha gulps and takes a visible step back from you. She’s never seen such rage in your features before, not that it would be unwarranted, but it almost seems like you’re on the verge of completely losing control. Your expression twitches when you smell the fear rolling off Natasha in waves. She’s not afraid of the Widow anymore. She’s afraid of you. 
“Fine. Sorry,” you grunt, backing up. You want to put your claws down your throat for scaring her like this. Your whole life you had fought to convince everyone that you were more than the animal you were born to be. It always felt like a losing battle. 
“No, I’m sorry,” Natasha says. “I said something that upset you.”
“Is that mine?” You’re suddenly distracted by the sight of a small knife poking out of the Widow’s side.
“Uh…” Natasha glances at you sheepishly. “I thought it would come in handy eventually.”
“Hmm.” You don’t dwell on it though, having other things to worry about. “Let’s just get the hell out of here.”
The parking lot is a jumbled mess as people hurry to leave as emergency vehicles enter the premises. You keep your head down, hoping you’re moving fast enough for no one to notice the few stains of blood on your collar. Natasha races to keep pace with you. She’s barely able to jump into the truck in time before you have it in drive, speeding out of the parking lot. 
“Thank you,” Natasha finally whispers as you merge onto the highway.
“For what?” you grunt, your knuckles clenched tightly around the steering wheel.
“For not killing her.”
You make another grunting noise.
“You know she doesn’t deserve that.”
“It’s not about what she deserves,” you snarl. “She was there to kill me and take you back to the Red Room. Which she failed to do. So if anything, the Red Room will probably kill her–”
“They wouldn’t do that,” Natasha interjects. “The Widows are huge investments. That’s why they want me alive.”
“Well, they don’t really seem to care if you get in their crosshairs of trying to kill me.” You don’t like how your words come out, but it’s too late to take them back now. You know none of this is Natasha’s fault–you were the one who willingly came to her aid, who insisted on driving her across the country, who offered your own friends to help. 
“You don’t deserve this either.” Natasha’s voice drops. She sounds small, and when you side-eye her, she’s curled up in her seat in a way that makes her look small too. You frown. “You were just trying to be a decent person, and now you’ve had your life threatened several times, you had to leave your home, you’re being chased across the country–”
“Stop it,” you interrupt. “If this is the consequences of my actions, then so be it. I’d do it again a thousand times for you. Because you’re worth it.”
“I am?” Natasha looks at you in disbelief, partially because this is the most emotional she’s ever heard you and partially because she wonders if this is you admitting you have feelings for her.
“Yes,” you confirm, giving her a slight smirk before focusing on the road. 
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The final stretch of the drive is rough, but you make it. It’s nighttime now and exhaustion weighs on your shoulders from the entire day’s events. You shake Natasha awake as you park on the driveway.
“We’re here,” you say, cutting the lights and turning off the engine. Natasha gets out of the car, gaping at the enormous mansion you’ve stopped in front of. As you walk with her up to the front door, she stops to read the plaque.
“‘Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters,’” she says. “Hang on, this place is a school? Why would you bring us here? You’re putting children in danger, Y/N–”
“Hold on,” you cut her off. “The kids and staff here? They’re just like me.”
“Just like you? Meaning–” Before Natasha can finish her sentence, the front doors swing open and a woman with spiky gray hair appears, throwing herself at you.
“Y/N!” she cries.
“Hey, Ororo,” you mumble, returning her hug with a little less passion. “Sorry to arrive so late. Ran into a little trouble earlier…”
“You made it safely and that’s all that matters.” She pats your shoulders affectionately. “Hi there. I’m Ororo,” the woman introduces herself to Natasha, awkwardly standing off to your side. “But the kids around here call me Storm.”
“I’m Natasha.”
“Please, come in. It’s freezing and I know you’ve both been on the road for days,” Ororo invites. “Your room is all prepped, Y/N.”
You hadn’t even thought to ask her for another guest room, but you have a feeling Natasha won’t mind sharing again. You gesture for her to enter the mansion first. She seems in awe, and a little overwhelmed, that this building had been converted into a boarding school. Maybe later you’ll take her to the basements to show her the other half of the school. 
A man wearing ruby sunglasses despite the midnight hour stands at the bottom of the staircase, a beautiful red-headed woman by his side.
“Jean,” you breathe, almost frozen in her presence.
“Hi, Y/N,” Jean says in a sultry voice that makes your heart beat embarrassingly faster. Natasha feels a prick of jealousy when she sees the way you’re looking at this new woman. 
“Y/N!” the man barks.
“Good to see you too, Scott,” you add, not noticing the way Natasha moves closer to you, almost brushing against your arm. “This is Nat. She’s been traveling with me for the past few days, and–”
“You’re the one who escaped the Red Room,” Scott says, and Natasha cringes.
“Yeah, she is,” you answer, annoyed by his tone of voice.
“And how do we know that we can trust her?” Scott asks.
“Because I trust her.”
There’s a pause while Scott accepts this answer. 
“I just finished heating dinner up for you two. It’s in the kitchen,” Ororo interrupts. She’s the only one thrilled to host guests, you think. 
“Thanks, Ro,” you say.
“Well now that you’re back, Y/N, we actually need a substitute P.E. teacher tomorrow morning,” Scott teases, his arm going around Jean’s waist. “How about filling in, for old time’s sake?”
You raise your arm, extending the middle claw only. Everyone howls in laughter.
“Put that away,” Ororo chastises. “Come and eat now, before the food goes cold.”
You and Natasha start walking after her, but you stop when you hear the whir of wheels, an older bald man zipping up to you in a wheelchair. 
“Professor,” you greet, for the first time taking the initiative to hug, leaning down to embrace him. “Thanks for helping us out. We really appreciate it.”
The man smiles, a twinkle in his eye. “Of course. Welcome back, Y/N.”
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☆ Donnatelo:
☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader
☆ April O'Neil:
☆ Casey Jones:
Poly Requests:
Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚
Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud
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TOP GUN:
☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"
☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"
☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"
☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"
☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"
Poly Requests:
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THE HOBBIT/LOTR:
☆ Thorin
☆ Bilbo
☆ Fili
☆ Kili
☆ Dwalin
☆ Bofur
☆ Bard
☆ Legolas
☆ Tauriel
☆ Thuranduil
Poly Requests:
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TWILIGHT:
☆ Carlisle Cullen
☆ Esme Cullen
☆ Emmet Cullen
☆ Rosalie Cullen
☆ Alice Cullen
☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader
☆ Edward Cullen
☆ Bella Cullen/Swan
☆ Jacob Black
☆ Garrett
The Volturi:
☆ Aro
☆ Caius
☆ Marcus
Poly Requests:
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THE HUNGER GAMES:
☆ Katniss Everdeen
☆ Petta Mellark
☆ Finnick Odair
☆ Johanna Mason
☆ Haymitch Abernathy
Poly Requests:
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LUCIFER:
☆ Lucifer Morningstar
☆ Mazikeen
☆ Amenadeil
☆ Chole Decker
☆ Linda Martin
Poly Requests:
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How To Train Your Dragon:
☆ Hiccup Haddock
☆ Astrid Hofferson
☆ Snotlout
☆ Ruffnut
☆ Tuffnut
Poly Requests:
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Across The SpiderVerse:
☆ Miles Morales
☆ Miguel O'Hara
Spider thoughts!
☆ Peter B. Parker
Spider thoughts!
☆ Hobie Brown
☆ Gwen Stacy
☆ Spider-Noir
Spider thoughts!
Poly Requests:
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Descendants:
☆ Mal
☆ Evie
☆ Carlos
☆ Jay
☆ Gil
☆ Harry
☆ Uma
Poly Requests:
MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:
☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup
☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup
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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗
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lilibrownlabonita · 1 year
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Hello!
Can i request for a namor x fem avenger reader where she can control elements and after the events of the endgame she came to live near the beach for peace and quiet
A little child from namors kingdome got curious and stole the equipment to breath air to greet her
She saw him and she played with him and they became friends
Namor notices that some equipement is missing so him,attuma and namora come and see amd the child is without the equipment because y/n is keeping him safe with her powers
And namor just becomes obsessed
And the people of takatoa
And smut ensures?
sorry for taking so long to write, my week was complicated and I had no motivation to write, I hope you like it, I tried to make good content 💕.
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When your powers emerged, you were sent to an institution, where there were more people with you, mutants, no matter how many tears you shed, your parents left you there and never came back. It was thanks to Natasha Romanoff, that you found your place, she found you during a mission, you had saved her life by burning a man who was after her, Natasha took you in, saw potential in you, so she took you to be trained, so that one day you would be an avenger. As an avenger, your duty was to protect the earth and the people, that was your purpose, to be a hero and save lives, that was why you fought against Thanos, and when it was all over, many of your friends died.
In search of peace and tranquility, you left for the beach, where the water was abundant and the winds were aggressive at night, far away from all the pain caused by Thanos, the water washed your body of bad memories and brought you shells as gifts. After a few months living in this small house, your routine began to take shape, first the day started with a good breakfast, then you cleaned the house and went to the beach, swam and sometimes cleaned up the garbage left by some people, in the afternoon you were free to read or do anything artistic you wanted, and at night you ate a home cooked meal and slept. On rainy days your powers became a little too strong, the water hitting hard against the rocks sharpened your senses, and all you wanted was to get outside and be free to use your powers.
That's how you met him, on a stormy night, a blue boy, standing near the edge of the sea, at first you thought he might have been lost or drowned, but when he started walking towards you, saying some things in an unknown language, you realized that he was not from the surface, this boy was from the water.
Even without fully understanding what he was saying, you managed to communicate, showed the boy your house and dried his wet skin, the moment you handed him a mug of hot chocolate, you realized that he couldn't drink because he needed the device on his face to breathe. Fearful, you used your power to create a circumference of water around the boy's neck, allowing him not to need to wear the braces covering his mouth and to be able to drink the hot chocolate, he was almost the sponge bob in Sandy's house.
That wasn't the last time you saw the boy, every other day he would come back at night to play in the water, drink hot chocolate, or watch movies on TV. Then suddenly the child disappeared, a week went by and he didn't come, you waited every night for him at the water's edge, but there was no sign of the boy.
Until one dawn, noises of footsteps were coming from outside the house, running outside you saw the blue boy, hugged him and smiled when he returned the hug. The sun was setting, but still you two played in the sand, running around, and throwing water at each other.
Unbeknownst to you, from afar, three figures were watching you, watching you play with the boy, and using your powers so that he could be without the equipment. During the boy's disappearance, K'uk'ulkan, was interrogating him, asking about the missing equipment, and what the boy had used the equipment for, so when the child told him about you and how the two of them played at night in the water, Namora and Attuma along with K'uk'ulkan went to the surface and watched their powers flow from you to playing with the boy.
Slowly, the three approached, and when you noticed their presence, you quickly moved into attack position, afraid that they would hurt you or the kid.
"Who are you?"
"I am K'uk'ulkan, King of Talokan, my enemies call me Namor, but I don't think it is suitable for you."
"What do you mean?."
"I know you are not an enemy, you present no risk, I have observed you for a few days, I am curious about your powers, and so are my people."
Since that day K'uk'ulkan and you began to meet, he told about how he found out the boy was going to the surface, the child's parents noticed him missing at night, and curiously at the same time, that equipment also disappeared.
In every encounter, more and more, the King of Talokan fell in love with you, he felt a fascination for your power, and watched whenever possible you use your power to amuse the boy. The child's parents wanted to know who was the person who caught their child's attention, so K'uk'ulkan, Namora and Attuma, took the little family to meet you, they were curious about the person who could control the four elements.
Soon the news spread through Talokan, most saw you as a possible ally, but others like Attuma and Namora, believed you could be the Queen at K'uk'ulkan's side.
Of course the King knew about this gossip, the years were passing and he still didn't have a Queen at his side, but with you, he saw a possibility, who would be better than a powerful woman like you? He knew that he was destined to be with the woman who captivated one of his small children, and who instead of attacking, took the boy into her home and cared for him as if he were her son too, K'uk'ulkan knew that you were his Queen.
The people of Talokan accepted the King's choice, not because they were afraid of him, but because they knew you would be a good Queen for them, and even the most distrustful like Namora, began to love the future Queen, you would give security and protect them as you did the people on the surface, that was your purpose now, it was your destiny to be Queen of Talokan.
"Marry me, be my Queen, y/n, with your strength and mine, one day we can burn the world, you have enchanted me since the first time I saw you, like a mermaid."
K'uk'ulkan believed he would have the strength to control himself until the wedding, but he was wrong, lust was stronger, the moment you agreed to marry, he pressed his lips to yours, his strong calloused hands gripped your body. In the blink of an eye, his big hand was on your pussy, touching your clit until you came.
"My love, cum for me, I want you to wet my hand before I put my cock in you."
When he was satisfied, he kissed your mouth, it was a hot and wet kiss, he laid you on the bed with your back to him, in your ear he whispered in a groggy, panting voice.
"Forgive me for being so impatient, I can't control myself anymore, the only thing I can think about is your body and how I want to fuck you."
The room was being filled with the smell of sex, as he teased your pussy, rubbing his cock against you, his hands grabbed your breasts and squeezed them hard enough to leave marks.
"Beg."
"Please."
*Quickly K'uk'ulkan lifted one of your legs, positioned his cock in your pussy and thrust deeply, his breathing was ragged as his thrusts got faster and faster.
"Allow me to cum inside you, love, a good husband should always cum inside his wife, to give her children, say you want it, I will give every drop to your pussy."
The words spoken in your ear made your pussy tighten around his cock, K'uk'ulkan wanted to get you pregnant, the idea of being a mother never crossed your mind, but now, with his cock so deep, reaching that place that made you see stars, yes, you wanted to be a mother.
"Please, K'uk'ulkan, my husband, cum in me."
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unexpected-character · 9 months
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*Gif not mine
Focus is Futile
Natasha Romanoff x f!reader
R is a super soldier in a sense that she is a mutant (x-men)
Warning: none (if there is please tell me so I can add it here)
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It's 7am in the morning, you and Cap just got home from your running, Sam included but he is behind a few metres from the two of you. He does regret coming to these runs with two enhanced super soldiers but Steve insists.
The three of you separated, you and Steve going to the gym to try to finish your workout and Sam opting to find breakfast or at least coffee from Tony.
As the two of you arrived at the gym, you saw Natasha deadlifting weights you believe is way heavier than you. Steve smirked as he caught you staring. He knows the feelings and affection you have of the red head. He has told you many times before to just tell the ex-assassin but you were too chicken to do it. He pushed you to try to get your attention, “very subtle, Y/L/N. Very subtle you're drooling.” he chuckled. “Shut up, Popsicle.” you said while you threw the gloves harder than you should.
The red head has finally seen the two of you, “Hey, Y/n, Steve.” “Hey” “Hi-i.” You replied with a tinge of red on your cheeks while the red head just smirked. “Are you ready for tomorrow’s mission?” Natasha asked. “Yeah. Cap and I are training for it. He did say he can’t accompany me so probably Hill will be my partner.” “Oh, you haven't heard? I'll be your partner for tomorrow. I’ll see you in 40 mins, at the briefing room.” She smiled and you were left dumbfounded. You sure hope everything will go smoothly.
“Are you done daydreaming now, Y/N/N” Steve said teasingly. “I hate you.” “Love you too.” You glared at the man. “Shut it.”
After finishing a few reps you've decided to head to your room and freshen up for the briefing.
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As you arrived at the briefing room, you were the first one to be there. You're just waiting for Natasha and Fury to brief the both of you for tomorrow’s mission. You were so into your head about your feelings for Natasha and the time you two will be spending on the mission that you didn’t realise that she already was inside the room and trying to get your attention.
“Y/L/N! What has gotten you so distracted today?” Natasha asked by moving next to the chair beside you as she turned your chair facing her. You try to shake away your thoughts and look at her. She was trying to read you and hope that you’re not upset about the change of assignment as she is your partner instead of Hill.
“I-” you try to say something that will help you hide what you were previously thinking but she raised her eyebrow and that made you stop and tell her the truth.
“The truth is that all I can think about is you and me in this mission and how I'll be so distracted thinking about how beautiful you are and what your lips would feel against mine.” You hurriedly say hoping that she didn’t get what you said but unfortunately for you and good thing for the spy is that she heard you clearly and smirked. “You could have just said so”, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss that you thought was just an imagination but then you realised that it was real so you kissed her back and asked for entrance which she willingly gave.
You two were kissing passionately until someone coughed, “are you two done?” Fury said. You two backed away from each other but Nat being Nat gave you a peck and said, “There, now you don’t have to be daydreaming about it.”
“Agents, focus.”
“Yes, sir”
You both looked at each other smirking and thinking about what this mission will do and what the future will hold.
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louloulemons-posts · 7 months
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Loving More Than One
Bucky X Fem!Mutant!Reader X Loki
summary : reader has a crush. well she has 2. and they’re in a relationship. with each other.
word count : 0.7k
Requested 🤍
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warnings : not proofread, 3am writing, haven’t watched marvel in a while so i’m a bit rusty sorry, talks of natural disasters, very sweet and fluff, simple reading?
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You knew it was wrong, okay crushing on people from afar wasn’t wrong, but they were your friends and they were dating and well … you liked them both.
You’d been recruited into the avengers a few years back for your powers, elemental control. You were able to cause a flood, droughts, fires, earthquakes, the list goes on.
During this time you’d met some of your best friends, some even becoming family. People like Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.
You’d also quickly become used to Lokis teasing, he was always lurking trying to get a rise out of someone. His favourite target had become you, cheeks flushing whenever he’d taunt you, small touches here and there.
Along with this you’d met Bucky. He did seem intimidating from the outside, but once you got closer he opened up. He told you how he struggled with what he did as the Winter Soldier, and how he hated himself.
You understood, also having been tested on and used for causing damaged all around the world. When you could you only used your powers for things that were good, like helping grow crops and flowers.
However, over time you’d become very fond of Bucky and his gentleness, but also Lokis rambunctious charm.
That was until, “Hello Love,” Loki leaned down, pecking Bucky’s forehead. “Hi,” he gave the god a small smile, even that a rarity from Bucky.
“What are you two up too?” he asked.
“Oh, Bucky was just helping me with some gardening stuff.”
“Ah I see, I must apologise though. I have to steal James from you. We have a reservation.”
Standing up, the shorter man wiped down his jeans with his metal hand, taking one of Lokis in his flesh one. “O-oh yeah of course. Have fun,” you smiled, waving them off.
Oh my god, they’re together.
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Wandering to your room after a long day, you overheard familiar voices. “So we both feel the same way?” Loki.
“Yeah but it’s wrong.” Bucky. He sounded upset. “My Love it is not. It is not abnormal for people to love many during their lifetime. You are more than 100 years of age, and me a thousand. It’s alright.”
This wasn’t a conversation you should be hearing. “So what? We just ask her? Hey we both like you, wanna date us both?”
“That is exactly what we are going to do. Come, she should be here.”
Shit they were heading your way, quickly walking down the hall, you heard Loki call out your name. “Oh hello,” you said, be calm.
“We were just coming to find you,” Loki smiled at you. “Right, what can I help you with?”
“We need to talk to you,” Bucky said quietly.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah Darling nothing to worry about, shall we go somewhere more private?” Loki suggested.
The three of you headed out to a balcony, sitting on one bench, Loki and Bucky sat across from you. “So what did you want to talk about?”
“Well umm, you know how well we all get along, and this - this man come as a shock to you but-“ Bucky began, stumbling over his words, when Loki spoke.
“We like you.” It was so simple for him to say, he shrugged when he said it, flicking lint off his trousers. The man next to him nudged him harshly.
“L-like me?” you asked.
“Indeed. We were wondering if you would like to join us in our relationship.” It wasn’t even a question. “Sorry Sweetheart, Lokis a bit … well very comfortable with this,” Bucky spoke softly, coming to sit next to you.
“We both like you. Enjoy your company, find you attractive, we want to get to know you better. But we’re already in a relationship, we were wondering if you’d be interested in being with us both?”
“Yes.” Bucky looked at you shocked, even Lokis eyes widened. “I’m sorry? Darling did you say yes?” The god asked. You nodded, humming, “I’d like that very much, thought I was crazy liking you both … turns out it’s not too unusual.”
“So, you’d like to go on a date with us, see how it goes?” Bucky questioned.
“I’d really like that,” you kissed the man’s stubble covered cheek and rose. Leaning over and doing the same to the other mans.
“But for now I must sleep,” you smiled at them both, bidding them goodnight. “D-did that really just happen?”
“Yes my Darling it did.”
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A/N: Written for @melodymishahiddlestan
I hope this was okay for you! I’ve never wrote for Bucky or Loki and I’m a bit rusty on my Marvel atm. I’ve also never wrote for a 3 person relationship, but it was fun to do. I wanted to keep it simple and sweet. Hope you enjoyed 🤍
Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍
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abbyromanoff · 1 year
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if possible could you do a G!P Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader where reader is a mutant that is a prisoner of the avengers and is having a secret relationship with Natasha and during one of their "Meet ups" Natasha ends up getting reader pregnant and the team eventually finds out about the relationship and after reader gives birth they find out that the baby has inherited Readers powers
Babies with powers
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Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader
I didn’t fully understand what a mutant was and still didn’t when I looked it up but I hope it’s fine that I just gave them powers!
Summary: Basically just the anons request
Word count: 2295
Warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst, sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, nat has a dick, reader gets pregnant, mentions of vomiting and sickness, slight dirty talk
The clock wrote 11:04 PM as Nat started to get ready to leave her room, planning on going down to your cell. The Avengers were keeping you as they thought you may be a suspect in the new killings due to your similar powers to the killer. They all had a feeling it wasn’t you but they needed to make sure.
In the time of being locked up you met Nat. She was kind, smart, funny, and the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. The woman thought the same of you, she thought the world of you and wanted to show you just how much she admired you, so she did. Even if it had to be in secret she would spend the rest of her life loving and caring for you.
Walking towards your area she swiped her keycard and used her facial recognition to sign in. She saw you laying down sleeping when she entered the room, letting out a small chuckle she walked over to you and laid down behind you, wrapping her arms around your warm body. When you slightly stirred awake she worried that your sleep was interrupted by her, she’d hate to wake you when you’re so peaceful.
Your eyes fluttered open as you took in your surroundings, jumping a bit when you turn to see your girlfriend staring back at you. You let out a relieved sigh when you realized it was just her and not some random agent trying to take you away. Still a little tired you cuddled up into the warm arms of the redhead, using her breasts as a pillow. She ran her fingers through your hair as she gave a light kiss to the top of your head. You noticed she seemed a little down and tried to ask her what was wrong but only received a shrug in return. You decided to not push about the topic and let her talk when ready.
“I wish we didn’t have to hide all of the time.” Came her small cracked voice. You moved your head to look at her properly, frowning to yourself when you saw water in her eyes.
“Me neither, but you know we have to. I promise you the second they let me free we can scream out to the world just how much we love each other.” She smiled at that, hoping the day would come soon. Everyday she begged the team and Fury to release you, trying to prove that you were innocent, but they kept refusing and saying you were a possible killer and needed to be locked up. So for now you had to be her dirty little secret, only ever seeing each other where no one else could find you, only ever loving one another when there was no one around.
“Why can’t we just say it now? As much as I love to keep my personal business to myself I just want everyone to know that you’re mine and I’m yours. I want to be able to tell people that you’re my partner without the fear of losing my spot on the team.” “I know, I know. It’s not fair, but nothing in this world is, and we just have to live with it for now. Soon the day will come when you can tell everyone you know that I’m yours, and I can tell everyone that you’re mine. It may be awhile but I will be right by your side until that day, and after.” She nodded in understanding. She hoped the days would go by fast so she could do all the things lovers do with you instead of spending her nights in your cell. As much as she loved you she didn’t know if she could spend another night in these cells, she doesn’t know how you’ve been doing it for three months.
You both stared at one another lovingly until she leaned in to kiss you. It started off sweet, just a nice kiss between two people, until she used her tongue to make out with you. She slowly raked her hands up and down your back and stopped at your ass, giving it a light squeeze that pushed you forward. You got on top of her as you two were engrossed with each other's bodies. You slowly grinded on her clothed crotch while she started to move her hips upward to make contact with your core. You both broke from the passionate kiss and continued your movements, feeling yourself get wetter as she got harder. The small rhythm went on for another minute until Nat got needy and tore open your shirt, fondling your breasts as she admired the way they bounced along with your body. You started to get off of her so you could take off her pants along with your own, Nat tried to force you back onto her but realized what you were doing and let you take off her clothing without complaint.
When you sat back down on her your folds made contact with her hard cock, making you both let out a breathy moan. Grabbing her length in your hands you jerked her off, starting with a slow pace until you heard her whimpers and started to increase your speed. Feeling her throb in your hand you soon added your mouth, licking and sucking her pink tip.
“So good at taking my dick, you were made for this cock weren’t you baby?” You nodded as much as you could with your mouth full of her. You bobbed your head up and down as you took more of her, continuing to jerk off the rest of her that you couldn’t fit down your throat.
Nat felt like she would explode any minute with your experienced mouth. “Gonna breed your fucking throat! Wanna fill it up with my cum.”
You released her from your mouth to speak, “Please, need it so bad! Need to taste your cum.”
“You will princess, just keep doing that- Shit! Keep doing that!” She yelled out when you massaged her balls with one of your hands. Whimpers and whines spilled out of her as she could tell she was going to cum soon, your mouth and hands made her feel too good. Spurts of cum started to enter your mouth, swallowing them with a moan that vibrated across her length.
“Yes, take it all! Take all of me down that tight little throat!” You did exactly what she asked of you, taking all of her juices until you milked her dry.
Removing your mouth from her now soft cock you went up to her mouth, kissing her as she could taste herself. She pushed you to lay down on the small bed and rubbed her cock against you once again. “I need to fuck your pussy this time.”
It’s been exactly three weeks and two days since then, you and Nat have continued to meet up almost every night and the Avengers were able to prove that you are in fact innocent. Ever since then they’ve let you use a guest room, seeming as you have no home or place to stay. You were born in a facility and grew up in that exact place so friends weren't something you had. They continued to test you and figure out what caused the power you have, which was Invisibility and teleportation. You told them everything but it still wasn’t enough, they ran multiple tests a day and Nat was pissed. You weren’t some project they could work on yet they were treating you like one, Nat would scream and yell at them for it but they had to do what was best for you. During the past week you’ve been feeling sick, puking all day and night. You thought it was from the pills they had you take but the many side effects didn’t include vomiting.
When you told Nat she forced you to go see Dr. Cho, informing you that she was the best out there. When the lady had you sit down she immediately went to work on trying to figure out what the problem may be. Nat was pacing around worriedly as you were passed out on the bed, one of the side effects may not be puking but drowsiness was definitely on there. When the lady turned to Nat she stopped her previous actions and listened intently.
“Ms. Romanoff, were you informed that Ms. Y/L/N is with child?” Nat stared in shock as everything finally made sense, of course you were pregnant. All the times she’d fill you up with her load came running back into her mind, all the times she’d watch as her cum leaked out of your pussy without fearing you’d end up carrying her child.
“Uh no, no I didn’t know that.” She admitted honestly, feeling stupid that she didn’t realize sooner. “Well then congratulations, I wish you both the best of luck.” Nobody on the team knew that you guys were together, but you had to inform the lady for her to come up with a conclusion of what the situation at hand was.
Nat sat down on the chair next to the bed and waited for you to wake up. She imagined you two running around chasing the little one, the three happy faces that laughed as the redheaded baby was caught. Watching the little girl grow up and spending the rest of her life with you. She’d hoped it was a girl, there were enough men around that filled the air with testosterone, she didn’t need more of that. Taking your face in her hands she moved the little hairs out of your face, causing you to wake up and stare into the teary eyes of the other woman. You suddenly got deja vu from weeks ago when you both met up again, her sad face leaving an imprint in your mind.
“What’s wrong Natty?” She looked down with a smile on her face and shook her head before responding in a small, quiet voice. “You’re pregnant.”
“Oh.” She was confused by your response, she thought you would be more happy about this. “Oh?” She repeated, trying to understand why you weren’t jumping into her arms out of excitement and joy.
“Do you not want it?” “No of course I do, but, do you even want it? I know we’ve never talked about children before but I think I can see myself with some one day. And if you don’t want that I understand-” Nat cut off your thoughts before you started to doubt anything, she wanted you to know how truly happy she was about this.
“Relax sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about if I want one because trust me I want that more than anything. I want one with you, I want to start a family with you and grow old together as we watch them all grow up and go off to college where they’ll forget all about us.” You both let out a laugh and remained in a comfortable silence while she held you close.
“I think we should tell the team.” Came her fragile voice, scared of your reaction. You leaned back to look her in the eyes and nodded. “I think it’s time.”
Nine months later you gave birth to a baby boy and a baby girl, both healthy. Nat asked if you both could name the girl after her sister Yelena while you wanted to name the boy after the one man who has been the sweetest to you through everything, James Buchanan Barnes. You gave the baby the name James and watched as Bucky almost cried hearing the news. He refused to let himself hold the baby as he feared he’d hurt him with his metal arm but you and Nat insisted on it.
The little ones were now four years old, you and Nat wanted to go out for your anniversary so Yelena offered to babysit them, something she only did for a good fifty bucks. You were both in the middle of your dinner when you got a call from the woman, when you answered she spoke in a frantic tone.
“Y/N the-the baby, he’s gone! I can’t find him but I can hear him, and trust me I already looked in the walls!” You both stood up and ran to the car after placing a hundred dollar bill on the table. Nat sped to the house fast and you both barged in to find Lena teleporting to different spots while giggling and kept hearing James voice yelling ‘You can’t find me!’ Nat’s sister was running around trying to catch your baby and looking for the other one when she saw you both at the doorway. You two looked at each other as the realization that they’ve finally got their powers hit. You thought it would take a few more years but I guess they start young. Nat went to try and get Lena to stop while you were luckily able to convince James into stopping. You both were excited that the twins finally got your own powers but knew that also meant lots of difficult situations when they would want to goof around with them.
Yelena ran out after snatching her money, yelling out a ‘I’m never babysitting for you two ever again!’ making you all laugh.
That night you and your wife were heading to bed while your kids ran in to say goodnight, never once did they stop talking about their new found discovery. Nat only put her face in her hands and muttered under her breath, 'Great, now I have three children running around with powers while I have none.’
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chronical-ly · 1 year
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Alright, my request are open again! Gimmie something to write!
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inkblot-inc · 1 year
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Sisters
Summary: [JAWS AU] Simply a little addendum I have around Jaws meeting Yelena (timeline wise, also known as the Black Widow Alternate). The brain's whirring right now aight- (first arc)
Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader, Mutant!TigerShark!Reader x Yelena Belova (platonic)
[JAWS AU Masterlist]
Warning(s): none that I can think of, maybe a language warning? Yeah we'll put that just in case
Note(s): There isn't any real dialogue here since this is more of my stream of consciousness to fill in some timeline details. Not really proofread cuz I'm really just talkin through text to speech and skimming for spelling errors💀. Hopefully it makes sense/is coherent at least, but since I was thinkin about this stuff, I’ll just add it to my list of dissertations o7
Word Count: more than 700, I know that much
*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit
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Alright lets' go Black Widow Alternate!
(That really just means I'm talkin about how the events of Black Widow go down in the JAWS AU....at least the pertinent details. i.e What happens when we deviate from canon blah blah blah)
Because Civil War doesn't happen in the JAWS AU, The Avengers are still together as a team and are able to take down the Red Room in the original way Yelena intended (“I kept checking the news, expecting to see Captain America bringing down the Red Room” but that actually happens here). This still serves as Natasha and Yelena's reunion as they get in contact with each other via the pictures Yelena sent.
Because Natasha isn't on the run (again, no CW = no accords...atm, and no Ross), she's not really stressed in that way. Natasha more so has to grapple with her own guilt at leaving her sister behind to go through life in the Red Room without her to look after her and even not trying hard enough to look for Yelena after getting out.
Natasha tried not to look back after Budapest, remember now.
Natasha tries to deflect and justify this in her own mind by trying to detach herself and saying that she and Yelena were never really sisters, just like how they were never really a part of a family with Melina and Alexei.
It was just a mission.
Natasha continues trying to push the narrative that her years in Ohio are in her past and that she couldn't wait to put them behind her to forget them when she got out. Natasha doesn't actually believe any of this. Those years spent with Yelena, Melina, and Alexei were very real to Natasha and she looks back on those times with fondness and regret they couldn't have lasted longer. However, Natasha is of the school of thought that if you say something enough times, maybe you'll start to believe it. Maybe.
Yelena immediately calls bullshit on Natasha's "I'm allergic to you" attitude, but it doesn't make Natasha's attempts hurt any less. To be so close again but treated like something other. Natasha's continued trying to push her out of her life is what gets to Yelena, that paired with seeing the people in Natasha's "present" makes Yelena self-conscious in ways that make her uncomfortable and that she usually deflects with humor and sarcasm.
It's Jaws that continues to reach out to Yelena. Not in the traditional sense, but they've taken to including Yelena and going out of their comfort zone to get to know Yelena during the red room mission (very similar scene to the Yelena and Nat beer scene talking about their lives). Yelena was protective and just a bit teasing when she found out that Jaws was Natasha's partner for sure. The ice breaker between Jaws and Yelena boiled down to Yelena doing a trick shot off of Jaws' teeth into a vodka bottle....with a bullet.
Whether or not Yelena thought she would kill Jaws by shooting them in the mouth is up for discussion...
Part of Jaws' interest in Yelena is because she is in some way part of Natasha's life, and even they can tell that Yelena is important to her without a doubt. The other part of Jaws cultivates this relationship with Yelena because she passes the vibe check, and not once has she referred to Jaws as a freak or a monster, which is what usually happens when people meet Jaws for the first time. Yelena couldn't care less about it. Wildly intrigued for both the right and the wrong reasons, but still-
Natasha seeing her "past" and "present" coexisting together pushes her to face her own feelings of guilt and even inadequacy head on (thinking of the " It was real to me too" scene) to repair and rebuild her bond with her little sister. Natasha also apologizes for not looking for her after she escaped the Red Room and trying to reduce her time with Yelena to a bad memory she kept trying to forget.
Yelena's focus afterward is freeing the remaining widows, of which she knows she can ask for her sisters and the avengers help. She is undecided whether or not she wants to officially become an avenger, but it is not off the table. Yelena and Jaws have become close over the course of the red room mission and even after, which makes Natasha very happy.
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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.
She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.
Notes: this story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.
I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female and above average height.
Chapter 8
Warnings: swearing, a little angst, a little fluff
The next morning Helen Cho examined Nat and gave her a clean bill of health. In her report to Tony she noted that Nats vision had likely returned weeks ago but she had rescheduled her appointments multiple times, confirming his belief that Nat was stringing them along.
When the room Nat had been living in was cleaned the maintenance worker brought a box of items that were left behind to Tony's office where he was having a quick lunch with Pepper.
As Pepper went through the few items, Nats bandages went in the trash, books returned to the library but a pair of blue boxer briefs caught her attention.
"Tony? Were these Natashas? They don't look like they would fit her."
Tony looked at the offending item curiously
"While I can't say for sure as I have no idea what she wears or what size, those don't look like they would fit her." He held them up to his waist and chuckled, "Don't look like mine, like I would ever wear some poly blend, but I have an idea."
He cleared his throat
"FRIDAY? Could you tell Rogers I need to speak with him when he has a moment?"
"Of course, Boss." The AI replied.
A few hours later Steve knocked on Tony's office door "What's up, Stark?"
Tony chuckled "Just working on a little mystery. Look familiar?" He picked the briefs and showed them to Steve whose eyes grew wide when he recognized them.
Steve turned red and stuttered nervously, unsure where this was going "oh uh yeah, th those are mine. They caught in the dryer or something?"
Tony smiled menacingly "Nope. They were in Romanoffs room. Any idea why that would be?"
Steve chuckled "I uh I don't know. I went to talk to her a couple of times, trying to understand her point of view but, I'm ugh I don't know."
Tony shook his head "You're A shit liar Rogers. Just come clean so I don't have to check the footage from her room."
Steve tried to bluff "What do you mean Stark? What are you trying to accuse me of?"
Tony looked him in the eye "Jesus, Steve are you really unable to admit you were still fucking her? After everything you both did, how badly you hurt Y/N and you still couldn't let her go? Must be some enchanted pussy."
Steve flinched "It's none of your business who I'm intimate with, Tony. She's gone so let it go."
Tony tsked "I don't really see it that way since she was a duplicitous bitch and your continued association speaks to your character. I need to know what else you've hidden from the team and I want your word that you will leave Y/N alone."
Steve shook his head "No. I'm not hiding anything that you need to know and I'm definitely not giving you shit. If I want to pursue Y/N and try to fix what I've done it's between me and her."
Tony folded his arms over his chest "If it potentially messes with my team then I need to know. I guess you can try to fix things but that doesn't mean I have to make it easy for you. That poor girl has been thru enough, why can't you just let her and Barnes be happy."
"Never thought I'd see you stand up for Bucky, Stark."
Tony shrugged "Never thought you'd turn out to be a lying POS. Winter Soldier aside he seems a better man than you."
"Fine, Tony I have things to do." Steve stalked out, fuming.
On his way to his room he passed the common room where Rainbow and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch, quietly talking with lots of giggles and kissy noises.
Steve scoffed "Don't you both have private rooms where you can ahem fondue instead of hanging all over each other out here? What happened to modesty?" he grumbled as he walked off.
Bucky and Rainbow looked at each other confused at Steve's outburst. Bucky shrugged she giggled and they went back to their bubble until Sam showed up.
Sam grinned at them "Well, aren't you love birds just adorable." He started singing "Rainbow and Bucky, sittin in a tree, K I S S I N G-" He teased.
Bucky blushed before he glared at Sam, cutting him off, not wanting him to make Rainbow uncomfortable.
"Grow up, Sam. You'd think you had never seen a happy couple. Must have been one Hell of a dry spell."
Sam laughed "Nah, I just enjoy getting you flustered."
Bucky had enough and raised his voice "You need to stop-"
Rainbow softly touched his cheek and Bucky closed his eyes and leaned into her hand, Sam all but forgotten
"It's ok Jamie, he doesn't bother me. Nothing else matters when I'm with you."
Sam smirked "Aawww, ain't you the
cutest.
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About a month after Nat left the compound, there was a fundraiser for the New York library. Bucky and Rainbow were hesitant to join the team on a nite out but Tony did everything short of calling it mandatory so they agreed to shut him up.
Details about the triangle with Rainbow, Nat and Steve had been leaked including some racey pics, everyone assumed by Nat, and the teams popularity took a hit. Steve's approval rating was down more than anyone besides Nat.
Unfortunately they received funding from multiple governments and other rich benefactors besides Tony and the negative numbers made some of them twitchy. Tony was convinced that coming out together and showing a United front would help.
There hadn't been any huge incidents that required Avengers level intervention so Rainbow and Bucky hadn't been on any missions while he taught her how to fight hand to hand.
Steve was doing everything he could think of to get alone time with Rainbow but distracting Bucky wasn't enough. The entire team worked to keep Steve away from her which made him short tempered. He disappeared for a few hours at least 3 late nights a week and would be less awful the next morning but it didn't last long.
Everyone assumed he was hooking up but only Tony had a good inkling of who Steve was meeting up with, which meant she was still in town.
That concerned Tony. After the reveal of Nats multiple faces he didn't trust her, or Steve's, intentions so kept a close eye on Steve and kept the other eye open for her to try to worm or cheat her way back on to the team. Or cause them more damage. He couldn't find any trace of her or evidence that she was up to something but knew they hadn't seen the last of her. Tony kept it all to himself so that he wasn't needlessly worrying the team, who all had their own suspicions.
He had FRIDAY watching out for her without any luck, knowing that her particular skill set would help her stay under the radar.
Wanda and Rainbow went shopping to find outfits for the library gala. Rainbow found the perfect dress, a pastel ombre floor length gown with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline.(like Faith Hills 2002 Oscar dress).
Rainbow was so excited, her first event as an official Avenger and a chance to dress up and go out on Bucky's arm.
She was also nervous about such a big event and all the people that would be there. It wasn't Tony's event or his venue so she was a little nervous about security and Nat trying to pull something.
Or Steve trying to get her and Bucky apart. Steve and Nats deception made her nervous and skittish about trusting anyone but Bucky, Sam, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. Steve was another story, he kept pursuing her but never even apologized for what he had done, trying to convince her it didn't happen how she remembered.
The day of the event Pepper called in a beauty team to help get the ladies ready so they could relax. They gossiped and giggled about the men in their lives, over champagne, carefully avoiding any mention of Steve or Nat.
Once it was time to go they went to the lobby to meet their men who were waiting, mostly patiently.
When Bucky saw Rainbow his mouth dropped open and his eyes darkened. It took him a moment to speak
"Damn doll, you look more beautiful every time I see you. All the men there are gonna be green with envy when they see my girl." He kissed the back of her hand.
Rainbow admired Bucky's all black look with a small splash of color in a pocket square that matched her dress.
Sam was also there with a very cute girl from the research team, they had bonded over Red Wing. Lauren was very sweet and a little crazy and not used to the kind of attention Sam lavished on her but she loved it.
As they headed towards the stretch SUV a familiar but unwelcome voice called out "Oh good, I got here just in time." And proceeded to insert himself between Bucky and Rainbow, hand on her lower back as he opened the car door for her.
Rainbow pulled away from Steve with a look of disgust on her face, Bucky bumped Steve with his shoulder to force him away from Rainbow.
Steve scoffed "Isn't this whole outing supposed to show we are still a united team, ready to work together and protect humanity? Who's going to buy that if everyone is giving me dirty looks and flinching away?"
Tony sighed "Dammit, he's right. We need to just hold our noses and look like one happy family." He looked at Rainbow sadly "You should probably dance with him at least once just for show."
Bucky shook his head "No fucking way, he needs to keep his hands off of her." his arm went around her shoulder and pulled Rainbow closer to him.
She looked in his eyes, touching his cheek softly "They're right but it's ok, Jamie. I don't want to be separated from you but it's only a dance or two and I can take care of myself."
Bucky sighed then glared at Steve "I swear to god Steve, you hurt one hair on her head and I'll kill you in your sleep."
He helped Rainbow into the car and scooted in after her before Steve could get between them and sit next to her.
The drive was tense, the lighthearted vibe from earlier was gone thanks to Steve's insistence on being part of the group, without regard to the feelings of anyone else. Bucky had Rainbow pulled close to him while giving Steve his best Winter Soldier stare.
When they arrived the door was opened to the red carpet, shorter than your typical Hollywood event but enough to let fans and paparazzi get a look at the Avengers.
Of course Tony and Pepper went first with a positive reaction of applause and shouting.
Wanda and Vision were next with a similar reaction from the crowd and camera flashes popping everywhere.
Rainbow stepped out of the car and the crowd erupted. Applause, whistles, shouting and requests for autographs and selfies. She smiled nervously, never having expected so much love.
Bucky followed her and received a positive response, if a bit muted.
Steve stepped out of the car and the crowd went silent, all that could be heard was whispers and flashes. Then a smattering of boos and hisses sounded and Steve clenched his jaw before striding past everyone and into the library.
Tony shrugged and smirked at the crowd and led everyone inside to stop at the bar first.
After snacking on some appetizers to offset the alcohol she was drinking Rainbow wandered around the room, holding Bucky's arm and chatting with the people Tony introduced them to.
Then came some speeches about the money raised and the good work the libraries did. A couple of local celebrities performed and then the music started. Steve appeared out of nowhere to grab Rainbows arm and drag her to the dance floor. She started to pull back before she remembered what Tony said, united front- happy family, and tried to relax in his arms.
She was doing well until a short, curvy blonde in a strapless, glittery, red dress with a cut outs and a slit high up her thigh approached Bucky. Rainbow didn't recognize her face but there was something familiar about her. Bucky shook his head but the woman wouldn't take no for an answer so he finally gave in, emphasizing that he would only give her one dance.
When the song ended Rainbow and Bucky pulled away from their dance partners, practically running back into each others arms. They swayed to a slow song, staring into each others eyes like they were the only people in the world.
A more lively song started and Bucky pulled her into the simple swing dance moves making her sport a real smile. When he went to spin her the crowd seemed to move together to come between them and Rainbow ended up in Steve's arms. He worked to move them down a hallway towards the bathrooms where Rainbow saw something that made her chest ache.
The sultry blond in the red dress was kissing Bucky hard, hands in his hair pulling him closer to her. When Rainbow saw, a gasp left her mouth and the blonde woman barely pulled back from Bucky to quickly smirk at her before pulling Bucky back to kiss him again. Steve turned Rainbow before she could see Bucky pushing the woman away and wiping all traces of her from his lips while looking for her. Rainbow felt a pinch in her neck and everything went black.
Bucky looked around frantically for Rainbow but her, Steve and the blonde woman were nowhere in sight. He moved through the crowd in the direction Steve had been moving, through the hall past the bathrooms to the service entrance but they were gone.
Bucky raced back into the main room, searching for Wanda first in the hopes that her powers could help find Rainbow.
He grabbed Wanda's hand and pulled her to interrupt Tony and Peppers dance and blurted out
"She's gone! Natasha was here and helped Steve separate us and now they're all gone."
Chapter 9
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riveramorylunar · 7 months
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What some of these fics will have: Kidnapping, Blackmail, Cannibalism, Gore, Manipulation, Decapitation, Dismemberment, Psychotic Behavior (only for the character though not for reader), Sadism, Stockholm Syndrome, Stalking, Possessiveness, Knife Marking, Skin Carving, Vivisepulture (Buried Alive), Drugging, Stabbing/Shooting, Murder, Massacre, Arson, Breaking In, Blood, Blood, Blood Drinking and More Blood. (I just love blood)
A/N: I suggest if you don't like this stuff don't read it cause this stuff is pretty dark. Also I'll be posting the dates when I get them finished.
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