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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Laser Tag

Bobbi Morse x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by Anon :)

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: “Do we have a deal?”

Summary: Y/N and Bobbi have worked at SHIELD together for a long time, and have recently become training partners, which has only made Y/N's crush on their fellow agent a thousand times worse. When they set up a bet that revolves around Y/N taking Bobbi on a date if they win, they might finally get their wish of having something other than a work relationship with their fellow agent.

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1,425

A/N: I've never written for Bobbi or even really thought about writing for Bobbi, but this was fun! Thanks to the anon who requested it, and I hope I did her justice!

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"Do we have a deal?"

"Sure, Y/N, we have a deal. If you somehow manage to beat me in hand-to-hand this round, I'll go on a date with you." I grinned at Bobbi, my training partner and long-time crush, as she raised her fists to get ready for our next round of sparring. "But, if you lose, you have to do all of my paperwork for the next month."

I grinned. "Don't worry, Bobbi. I'll make sure to pick a nice restaurant for our date to take the sting out of all that paperwork you're not going to be able to get out of."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, but I caught a slight smile on her face nonetheless.

"Alright, enough smack talk. Time to back it up. C'mon."

I shot her a smirk, then darted forward with lightning speed. Despite how confident I was in my ability to win this round, Bobbi was still a formidable opponent, and she reacted quickly enough to block my move. She quickly countered with one of her own, putting me on the back foot as I had to scramble back a few steps to get out of her range.

"What's the matter, Y/N?" she asked, shooting me an irritatingly distracting smile as she took up her defensive stance again. "The idea of all that paperwork keeping your mind elsewhere?"

I scoffed as Bobbi looked me up and down, making my heart race. "You know it's not the paperwork distracting me you damn cheater."

Bobbi just winked at me, then rushed forward so fast I almost couldn't stop her. We traded blows for a few minutes, Bobbi pushing me further and further back with each attack. I was going to run out of room soon, and then she'd really have me beat, so in between blocks I took a deep breath and forced my brain to focus on the fight instead of Bobbi.

It wasn't easy, but I managed to lock into combat mode, and just like that the tables turned. Bobbi had been kicking my ass in training since we'd started as partners last week, but it had largely been because she was such a distraction for me. Now, with so much on the line, I'd finally managed to get in the zone, which meant I could take advantage of my full skill set.

The momentum shifted, and I pushed Bobbi back a few steps. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, and then she doubled the ferocity of her attacks. Still, I managed to get her on the defense. One perk of consistently making a fool of myself in front of her over the past week was that she hadn't seen my full capabilities or moves yet, which meant she didn't have any practice defending against them.

After a few minutes of rapid back and forth, I finally managed to surprise Bobbi and knock her feet out from under her. I had her pinned in a few moments after that, and when a couple attempts at catching me off guard and flipping me failed, Bobbi finally admitted defeat.

"Where the hell did that come from?" she demanded as we stood. I got up first and offered her my hand, which she took, then I grinned at her.

"I finally managed to stop being nervous around you long enough to get my head in the game and fight like I do against literally everyone else that's not you," I said. Bobbi shook her head, but she was smiling all the same. "And just in time, too, because as much as I want to take you out I also really do not want to do that paperwork."

She rolled her eyes and threw her head back at the mention of the paperwork, which made me laugh.

"So, where do you want to go for our date?"

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"Alright, I'll admit... as far as dates go, this one actually does make up for the paperwork a little."

I grinned at Bobbi as the two of us went through the motions of putting on our laser tag vests. We'd gone out to a nice, if early, dinner, and then I'd surprised Bobbi by bringing her to the second phase of our date: no-holds-barred laser tag.

"I'm glad you think so," I said, shooting her a smile. Dinner had gone fantastically, and I got the feeling Bobbi might just be crushing on me as hard as I was crushing on her, now. "The only question left is: are we teaming up or competing against each other."

"I mean... I think it might be unfair if we teamed up against all these poor, helpless civilians," she said with a mischievous grin. I returned her look with one of my own.

"Well then, I guess you'd better bring your A-game in there, Agent Morse."

"You're on."

Bobbi and I had an absolute field day in laser tag. We got to play three rounds, and in the first two, we were in a league of our own. Hardly anybody else landed a hit on either of us, but we scored a ridiculous amount of points against everyone else. In the first round, Bobbi beat me by a slim margin. In the second round, I managed to beat her by about the same, which meant it all came down to the third round.

"This is it," I said, grinning at her as we suited up in our laser tag vests for the last time. "Winner takes all."

"Care to make it interesting?" she asked, fixing me with a look that shot a thrill through my heart as we waited for the game to start.

"I'd be interested. Loser does the winner's paperwork for a week?"

"Or... loser plans and buys the next date."

My heart stopped in my chest. I stared at Bobbi, trying to play it cool while also freaking out. She smirked back at me, clearly aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You..." I cleared my throat, trying to get it together and sound halfway normal. "You want to go on another date?"

"Yeah," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "This was fun. And I've actually liked you for a while, too. I'm just better at being a spy and not having a visible heart attack every time you walked into the room."

I scoffed, but turned away to avoid looking at her because I knew my expression would just prove her point. Bobbi took a few steps closer to me, until the distance between us was almost completely gone, then gently lifted my chin with her hand until our eyes met.

"Hey. Seriously, though, this has been great. I'm glad we did this."

"Me too," I agreed. I glanced down at her lips, and before I knew it, we were both leaning into each other, further closing the distance until it completely disappeared. I was kissing Bobbi Morse, in the middle of a laser tag arena no less, and I absolutely loved it.

We broke apart after a few moments, since we were still in public. I absolutely beamed at Bobbi, and the soft expression on her face made my heart melt.

"I guess it's a good thing I let you win in our sparring match," she said as she pulled away. My mouth dropped open, but before I could call her on her bullshit, the laser tag arena doors opened and the countdown to find your hiding spot started sounding. Bobbi shot me a wink and the most shit-eating grin I'd ever seen, then turned on her heel and took off. I quickly shook myself out of my shock and hurried after her.

"Morse, you're in for it now! You didn't let me win then, and you're gonna lose fair and square now, too!"

I heard her laugh from somewhere in the darkness, and I couldn't help smiling to myself, despite my minor outrage. I was on a date with Bobbi Morse, and one way or another we were planning a second one. What on Earth could I possibly complain about?

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discoscoob · 3 years

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Disagreeing with the straight cis female Slash shippers is very dangerous on SM but there indeed are lots of issues with the straight women taking up such a large space of the gay fandom. Like, you are a hypocrite if you do not see the problem with having the large proportion of gay fanart/fanfics being produced by the straight cis women while understanding that the straight men being obsessed with the lesbian women is fetishization. The issue is obvious here: you have a representation of minorities through the straight lenses.

Need a proof? Take mpreg for example. These fics are not always the exploration of futuristic medicine/alien biology and rarely even include trans men. There is a parody video on youtube by Nicholas Black titled "when a gay fanfiction is obviously written by a straight woman". It is embarrassing how point on this parody is.

The thing is, yes, talking from the point of view of our irl experience, the straight men fetishizing the lesbian women have the horrible and criminal consequences. The straight women fetishizing gay men does not have such consequences but this does not change the fact that fetishization of the entire community by the outsider party is still objectifying.

Some of these women feel entitled to ownership of the male homosexual representation. They gaslight the gay men who voice their discomfort with this situation.

And regarding the controversy with Anthony Mackie... i think his reaction was understandable. I do not remember exactly how he worded his opinion tho. But people were not really invested in SamBucky's relationship. They did not see a love story in it. They saw sexuality and eroticism. They reacted to every single SamBucky interaction with "uWu they wanna FuCK, probs can't keep it in THEIR PANTS". They reduced the potential romantic bond between these two men to simple and primal sexual desire while being quite childish and immature about it.

Same goes with Lokius. Lokius shippers will puritan-wash the Twitter threads with their moral superiority but then ignore JUST HOW PROBLEMATIC IT IS TO SHIP AN OLDER WHITE COP WITH HIS PRISONER. It just shows how they lack awareness for the gay experience and do not understand how some narrative choices would be harmful considering how the age gap and power imbalance is a huge issue in the irl gay relationships. Or, lets be real here, these ppl do not see how having the ex-villain be the very first ever Marvel character in a mlm relationship is not exactly the purest, fluffiest, healthiest representation choice.

So, yeah, i do not know whether they project on Mobius or Loki but i do know that they see the threat in a woman who could take away their fave male character because, "if i can't have him, no other woman can". But another male character is fine, because in the end of the day, fetishization is dehumanizing. For these people, whether it is conscious or subconscious, the mlm relationships are never really "real". They will always be the projected caricature fantasies. A man can't truly "have" another men because, for a straight cis women obsessed with the gay men, the gayness will always be something out of fantasy.

Let me finish by saying, it is ok to ship the gay pairings if you are a straight cis woman. It is ok to draw homosexual erotica and write the gay fiction too. But sometimes we should talk critically regarding these things as well.

I have nothing to add you made several good points. I just want to also clarify that it goes without saying that this is clearly calling out straight cis women, as stated several times in the post, it’s just all too often that whenever I see posts where someone is clearly calling out a certain group someone who the post clearly wasn’t directed towards comes along to complain because they feel like the post is targeting them when it clearly isn’t.

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missfangirll · 3 years

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If im not too late, I'd request anything for Beiyuan/Wu Xi. There are so few works out there for them :c

So, I wanted to write some XiYuan fluff and somehow ended up writing Dad!Beiyuan bonding with Chengling, Beiyuan thirsting after his husband and a sort-of-fix-it for WoH episode 36?? 😅

The plot follows the show, after episode 36, but their shared past in the novel (Qi Ye) did happen, if that makes sense? 😅 Sorry for the confusion.. The title is a Chinese poem called 蝶恋花 by Liu Yong.

Anyway, here's some XiYuan fluff/dad!Beiyuan/WoH fix-it? 😂😂

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Fandom: Qi Ye, Word of Honor Rating: General Relationship: Wu Xi/Jing Beiyuan, Jing Beiyuan & Zhang Chengling Tags: Fluff, Bonding, Beiyuan thirsting after his husband, Fix-it of sorts Words: 2565 Summary: In an inn, Jing Beiyuan and Wu Xi, together with Zhang Chengling, await the return of Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing, who have run off to die on a mountain. Beiyuan has to care for Zishu's disciple, while being distracted by his husband.

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Butterflies in Love with Flowers

Jing Beiyuan has plenty of practice waiting.

He has waited for sixty years at the Three-Life Stone, has waited for Helian Yi for six lifetimes. Has waited in the Imperial City for his schemes and machinations to bear fruit, has waited for Wu Xi. He has plenty of practice.

Which doesn’t mean, however, that he is a patient man.

Jing Beiyuan paces the inn room he shares with his husband, deliberately walking closely past Wu Xi who is sitting cross-legged at the low table reading, looking entirely unperturbed. Much to Jing Beiyuan’s dismay, that is to say, so he brushes Wu Xi’s back with the seam of his sleeve every time he walks by.

Wu Xi doesn’t react for a while, but after the sixth turn, without saying a word, he casually grabs Jing Beiyuan’s sleeve and, turning slightly, pulls him down in his lap, effectively trapping him there with both arms tightly around him.

Jing Beiyuan is a lot of things, but he's not an idiot, and he would never let an opportunity pass to cuddle his husband. With a deep sigh, he settles into the other’s embrace, leaning his head on Wu Xi’s broad chest.

“I am worried,” he admits eventually.

Stroking his hair soothingly, Wu Xi just hums in quiet understanding.

"I'm worried about the two idiots on the mountain," he adds, as if that wasn't obvious, and Wu Xi, as expected, doesn't reply. Jing Beiyuan continues, unbothered by his husband's lack of reaction. "I keep telling the little idiot," here he pauses to marvel at the fact that he distinguishes his companions merely by the grade of their idiocy, then sighs inwardly, "that his shifu and shishu are fine, that he should focus on his training in order to have something to show his shifu upon his return, but sometimes I…." He trails off, snuggling closer into the other's neck.

Zhang Chengling isn't coping well with the fact that both his mentors left with the intention to die on that mountain, albeit with different purposes in mind, and Jing Beiyuan has had to forcefully stop him from climbing that mountain himself, twice by now. For now he seems to have begrudgingly accepted his fate, although Jing Beiyuan can see his outbursts of anger for the fear they are.

He inhales deeply, willing his thoughts to calm down. All they have to do now is wait, wait for Zishu and his little maniac to return safely, and return they will, he has no doubts about it. He can’t, for Chengling’s sake.

A knock on the door interrupts the silent moment and with a groan, Jing Beiyuan clambers out of his husband’s lap to open the door, while said husband reaches for his abandoned book. The elderly innkeeper in front of him doesn’t spare a glance at Jing Beiyuan’s slightly ruffled hair, fiddling with the cap in his hands. At the other’s raised eyebrow, he bows so deep his forehead seems to touch his knees, and Jing Beiyuan has to bite back a grin.

“Yes?”, he asks magnanimously. The man shifts uncomfortably. “Your highness,” he begins, but Jing Beiyuan interrupts him with a hand on his shoulder. “I am certainly not worthy of such a noble title, my good man, just call me Lord Seventh, and speak freely. What bothers you?”

The other man bows again, not as low as before, but it still looks uncomfortable. “Your lordship,” he begins, and Jing Beiyuan sighs, hearing a slight huff of laughter from behind. Wu Xi knows of his resentment against his past life and the decorum it entailed. “Your lordship,” the man repeats, sounding increasingly desperate. “Your, umm.. The young master… He… The courtyard…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but Jing Beiyuan has a vague idea of what he is trying to say, so he just nods and breezes past the innkeeper, who hastily shuts the door and scrambles to follow him.

From the inn’s inner courtyard he can already hear a dull thudding noise that grows louder as he approaches. In the yard, next to a small wooden shack, he finds the source of the noise: Zhang Chengling, gracelessly hitting the timber wall with a training sword, his face and back sweaty, his hair in disarray, his mouth a thin line. Jing Beiyuan nods to the innkeeper, who retreats to another building, then slowly approaches the boy, keeping his distance from the sword. Leaning on the wooden wall, he stays silent, observing Zishu’s disciple. The boy has grown a finger’s breadth over the last weeks, his body starting to stretch, his face about to lose the softness of childhood. He has seen a lot these past months, Jing Beiyuan muses, and feels infinite fondness for the little idiot.

Zhang Chengling has seen him, of course, but doesn’t make any move to stop his grim assault on the shack, so Jing Beiyuan says after a while, “You might want to use a real sword when you intend to put a hole in that thing.” His teasing doesn’t gain a reaction, however, the boy still hacking away at the wood. “Chengling,” he says after a while, softly, gently, “they will return.”

“I know,” comes the strained reply, but the beating doesn’t stop. The hits seem to grow less forceful, though, and Jing Beiyuan inches closer. “If Tian Chuang had succeeded,” he adds quietly, “we would know.” He looks directly at Chengling who stubbornly avoids his gaze, but his movements slow further, until he swings the sword like a flag bearer his banner in a parade. Jing Beiyuan carefully closes the distance, intercepting the last swing with his hand, gripping the wooden sword. He notices its shaking, and it’s only a heartbeat before Chengling collapses into his arms, letting go of the sword and wrapping both arms around him in a desperate embrace. Jing Beiyuan lowers the sword, then enfolds the boy in his arms, a hand on the back of his head, and lets him sob quietly into his shoulder.

“I miss them,” the boy snuffles into his robes, his face hidden. “Sometimes I dream about them, dead and cold, buried under all that snow and I…” He hiccups, then starts sobbing again. Jing Beiyuan breathes slowly. A few days after Zishu, and then the Ghost Valley Master, ascended the mountain, there had been news of an immense avalanche that had buried a large group of people, presumably the joined forces of the Window of Heaven and the Scorpion King. But nothing had reached them since, and all of them had grown restless, even Wu Xi, even though he would never admit to it.

A hand on the boy’s back, Jing Beiyuan rubs soothing circles. “Come with me,” he says at last, “Let’s go inside and have some tea, hm?” A nod, then Chengling takes a step back, sheepishly rubbing his red eyes. “‘m sorry,” he mumbles, but Jing Beiyuan just huffs. “Never be sorry for how you feel,” he admonishes gently, putting an arm around the boy’s shoulder, subtly scooping the wooden sword up with the other hand. “Let’s have some tea and sweets, what do you say?” Chengling sniffs again, then says with the hint of a smile, “Didn’t the Great Shaman explicitly forbid us to eat sweets before dinner?” Jing Beiyuan makes a carefree gesture, then, lowering his voice, adds in a conspiratorial tone, “We have to hide it, then,” which finally makes Chengling laugh. A lighter air around them, they stroll back to the room. (Wu Xi gives them a stern look as Jing Beiyuan retrieves a bag of sweets from his sleeve, but says nothing when they share some over tea, which Jing Beiyuan secretly finds endlessly endearing.)

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The next morning finds Jing Beiyuan on a bench in that same courtyard, at the other side this time, half hidden under a canopy hung with ivy. In the middle of the courtyard, illuminated by the rising sun, Wu Xi is practicing his martial arts.

Jing Beiyuan admires everything about his little venom. His honesty, his loyalty, his unrestrained emotions, but watching the other train always leaves him breathless and with a dry mouth. Wu Xi, in his usual black robes, is a sight to behold: Even under layers of cloth his broad shoulders are visible, his long black braids with the silver hairpiece, the moon mirrored in a clear lake at night. Wu Xi in his robes is a force to be reckoned with. Wu Xi without his robes, in just some black pants, is… Well. Enticing enough to make Jing Beiyuan leave the bed before sunrise and watch him train, even after being together for years and having seen his husband naked plenty of times. Still, watching him move through the forms is different. His skin glistens with sweat, making the light catch on his collarbones, his abs. His movements show a raw power, a graceful intensity that always reminds Jing Beiyuan of a large tiger. He moves silently, with deadly precision, as if he wanted to sneak up on a hidden assassin. He doesn’t use a weapon, but Jing Beiyuan knows how strong he is, how fast, and is pretty sure that a sword would only slow him down.

Distractedly petting the sable that is curled contentedly in his lap, Jing Beiyuan marvels at his husband, until Wu Xi ends his performance with a graceful vault, landing on his hands and feet like a large cat. His hair, tied back only with a simple black leather cord, falls over his face with the movement, his eyes like glimmering coals behind the black curtain. It reminds Jing Beiyuan of their early days, of the time Wu Xi wore a veil, and he himself a mask of another kind. Trying to hide the slight shiver, he smiles at his sweaty husband who now approaches him. Before he can say anything, Wu Xi steps between his knees, carefully scooping up the sable, then reaching down to cup the nape of Jing Beiyuan’s neck. With a hint of restrained power, he pulls him up and into a searing kiss. Smiling against his lips, Wu Xi whispers, “Room,” and Jing Beiyuan lets himself be pulled.

It’s still early enough in the morning that they don’t have to be overly cautious, so when they shed their respective robes - and pets, Wu Xi’s tiny green snake gets set in its cage, while the sable leaps nimbly away from the commotion - Jing Beiyuan can’t suppress a giggle at his husband’s eagerness.

“What brought this on?”, he asks, a little breathless, as the other’s teeth close over his pulse point. Wu Xi stills for a heartbeat, then bites down harder, licking over the spot, which elicits a shiver.

“You,” is the answer, and Jing Beiyuan pulls away a fraction to look at his husband with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary,” he smirks, “whereas you were--”

“You watched,” Wu Xi breathes into his neck, leaning back in. With another giggle, Jing Beiyuan lets himself be pulled to the bed.

Later, when they lay under scrunched up covers, sated and sweaty and content, Jing Beiyuan nuzzles into Wu Xi’s chest, inhaling his sharp scent.

“Would you do that,” he asks eventually, his voice quiet. “Sacrifice your life, I mean. For me.”

“Yes,” is all Wu Xi answers, firm and without hesitation. “I would. I will. Everything.” His arms tighten around Jing Beiyuan. After a long silence, the latter says softly, “But what if I didn’t want that?” He turns slightly to look up. “What if I didn’t want a life that’s bought with yours?”

Wu Xi doesn’t meet his gaze as he replies, “I still would. I couldn’t bear the thought of being without you, Beiyuan. I’m a coward, but I couldn’t. I thought I’d lost you once, and I..” His voice breaks, and Jing Beiyuan reaches up to cup his face. “You’re not. I would like to say that I would react differently, but…” He shrugs with a wry smile. “I wouldn’t. If I could save your life by giving up mine, I would. I would, and then wait for you again at the Three-Life Stone, until you came to meet me. And maybe this time, you would be the one with white hair.” Snuggling closer, he trails a finger over the other’s chest, then places his hand on his sternum, feeling the unrestrained energy underneath. Wu Xi turns his head, then cups Jing Beiyuan’s cheek, meeting him in a slow, languid kiss.

“I love you,” he breathes against the other’s lips, “I have loved you for all your lifetimes and I will continue to love you in all that follow. Where you go, I’m going, Beiyuan.”

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It takes almost another month until Zishu and his little-, no, his giant idiot return. On a sunny afternoon, as if they had just been out for a stroll, they saunter casually into the inn’s dining room, and Jing Beiyuan almost drops his teacup, staring in disbelief. Before he can say anything, Zishu grins - he grins! - at him and plops down into the bench opposite him, Wen Kexing at his side. Jing Beiyuan notices in utter shock that the latter’s hair has gone completely white.

“Wha--,” he starts, but now the waiter has spotted them, hurrying over. Giving their, admittedly quite ragged, appearance a cautious once-over, he clears his throat, but Jing Beiyuan hurries to assuage him. “Whatever these gentlemen desire to eat,” he declares, probably with more grandeur than necessary, “they will receive.” The waiter hurries to nod his head like a turtle, but Zishu just shakes his head. “Just cold water,” he says, much to Jing Beiyuan’s and the waiter’s astonishment, but the latter immediately scrambles off to bring them their order.

Jing Beiyuan looks scrutinizingly at both of them, then says slowly, “Welcome back.” Zishu nods solemnly, taking Wen Kexing’s hand under the table. “Sorry it took so long,” he says quietly. Jing Beiyuan snorts. “You don’t have to apologise to me,” he gestures into the general direction of the inner courtyard, “but to your silly little disciple.” Zishu at least has the decency to flinch, looking uncomfortable. But it is Wen Kexing who speaks first. “How is he?”, he asks, and Jing Beiyuan notices the cautious fondness in his voice. Shrugging, he admits, “There are good days and bad.” After a pause, he adds, more quietly, “And good nights and bad.” Zishu nods, as if in agreement, and Jing Beiyuan’s curiosity wins over. “What happened?”, he asks animatedly, gesturing to the state of their robes, then Wen Kexing’s hair. “You were gone almost two months, and--”

Zishu interrupts him, sounding incredulous. “Two months?” He casts an uncertain glance at his companion who looks equally stunned. “Oh.” Inhaling slowly, he adds, “Well, I’d prefer to tell the story only once, so where is that useless disciple of mine?” Grinning, Jing Beiyuan gestures again to the inner courtyard. “Training.” Zishu gives him a skeptical look, then gets to his feet. Ignoring the waiter who just arrived with their order, he heads for the inner courtyard. Jing Beiyuan tilts his head a fraction, looking at Wen Kexing, both smiling slightly. Then, from outside, “SHIFU!”, and a dull thud, followed by another muffled “Shishu!”.

Smiling into his teacup, Jing Beiyuan closes his eyes. Some stories seem to have a happy ending after all.

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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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This is for @gaitwae ‘s one shot event!

Required prompt: Loki knocks on your door, bringing with him a sense of urgency. Something has gone wrong. What is it? How do you handle it? Is Loki coming to you first, or are you the last resort? ((Inserted one word -“again”- to make it fit more into my dialogue))

Pairing: Loki x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: None Words: 1,664

Other Event Writers: @bwemph @twhiddlestonsstuff @lucywrites02 @megthemewlingquim, @trashywritestrash

Readers Taglist: @just-the-hiddles

Marvel Taglist: @thebookbakery and @aquariuslavenderhoney

If I missed anyone who is doing this I’m sorry! I took the tags from the originals event post list :)

**Lokis POV**

Loki stared at the screen, a mixture of anger and annoyance on his face as the aggravated alien yelled at him through the screen. Just one of the many enemies Loki had made along the years.

“You have betrayed me one too many times!” the alien seethed “And you have taken from me, stolen from me, and now I think I should do the same to you!”

Loki let out a smirk, shaking his head “I assure you, there is nothing you could take from me that would hurt me”

“Oh really?” the alien sneered, his teeth showing with a dangerously confident smile.

Loki felt his heart jump slightly in his chest, surely he couldn’t have found anything to hurt him with?

“Because I heard a little rumor floating around, that you found a little friend on Midgard, one you care for rather deeply” the alien let out a chuckle.

Loki tried hard to hide the fear he felt swell in his chest. Your face crossed through his mind. Surely they didn’t know about you, they couldn’t, how could they? Did they have allies, spies, on Midgard?

Loki feigned an innocent expression, filling his voice with as much confidence as he would as he stared into the eyes of his enemy “I do not know of any rumors, but I can assure you that there is no one on Midgard I would deem worthy of my time” he lied.

The alien moved closer to the screen, his eyes boring into Loki’s “We will see about that”

Before Loki could respond, the screen went black as the transmission ended, leaving Loki alone on his ship as he stared out at the vast space before him. Only one thought crossing his mind.

He needed to get to you before they did. He needed to save you.

**Readers POV**

“What?” you asked with surprise, your heart leaping in your chest.

“You heard right” Fury said as he paced in front of you “We got word from Strange that Loki is on Earth”

You tried to process the information, “Why would he come back to Earth? And why doesn’t Stephen just trap him?”

Fury shook his head “Apparently Loki has cast some sort of spell to hide his whereabouts from Strange, and as for your other question, I have no idea. But apparently it’s got to be very important if he is risking getting captured”

You sighed as you stared at the table you were sitting at. You had feelings for Loki, no matter how much you shouldn’t, you couldn’t help it. Working with Thor off world on occasion, you found a soft spot for his troublesome brother. Though you weren’t sure how he really felt about you. There was flirting, sure, and sometimes he even seemed to care about you. But he was still hard to figure out.

Breaking from your thoughts you looked back up at Fury “Have you been able to get into contact with Thor?”

Fury shook his head “Nope. And we have no leads on where he, or where Loki is or why he’s here, so, since you know him, at least more than most of my agents, I’m going to need you to keep your eyes and ears out. If whatever he needs or wants is important, he might come to you”

You nodded your head as Fury dismissed you. As you walked down the hallway your mind was filled with curiosity and questions. Why would Loki come to Earth? What was happening?

These thoughts plagued you for the rest of the day, even as you sat at your kitchen counter, unable to focus on anything else. You weren’t sure how long you were sitting there before sudden knocking at your door made you jump in surprise.

You don’t know how, but you knew it was him. It was as if you could feel his presence. You didn’t need to ask who was there, or look through the peephole to know. It was him, you froze in your seat for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Loki knocks on your door again, bringing with him a sense of urgency. Something has gone wrong. What is it? How do you handle it? Is Loki coming to you first, or are you the last resort?

Making a decision, you rose from your seat, making your way to the door, unsure of what string of events was going to play out once you opened the door. As you did, you were almost surprised to see a look of relief cross over Loki’s face when his eyes met your own.

And you felt a weird sense of relief knowing you were right about it being him at the door. But that feeling faded quickly when your mind filled with questions.

“What are you doing here?”

Loki was startled at your greeting, no sense of surprise, as if you knew he was going to come. You must have found out he was on Earth. You must have known he would come to you.

Saying nothing he walked past you into your apartment, his eyes wondering around, noticing the small personal touches that made this your home.

“I’ve made a mistake and I am afraid you are going to be the one to pay the price” he turned and faced you after he spoke.

You hesitated for a moment after processing his words “What the hell does that mean? What have you gotten yourself into Loki?” you asked as you approached him.

He looked down at you, taking a deep breath as he tried to figure out how to word what he needed to.

“I have...enemies. Many enemies; and they found out that I had an...allegiance with someone on Earth, and I think it’s you, well it has to be you, it certainly isn’t Bruce. They threatened to come take you, to...kill you, I assume.”

“Me? What, to get back at you for something? Why would they think I was important enough to hurt you by killing me?”

Your words seemed to sting him. Of course you did not know how he felt. Besides the flirty banter, he never truly showed how much he cared for you. When he spoke next, his voice was so soft and sincere it seemed to cut right through you “Because you are important. To me. You are my weakness”

He watched you closely as you opened your mouth to speak, only for nothing to come out, surely due to the surprise of his confession. Finally you managed to mutter out a few words “But, why me?”

Loki let out a soft chuckle “How could it not be you? Besides my brother, you are the only other being in this whole universe I truly care for” he took a step closer to you, looking down into your eyes. Your breath hitched as he did this “And I need to keep you safe”

You stared into his eyes for a moment; the tension being cut-off by the sound of gruff voices from the hallway. Both yours and Loki’s heads snapped in the direction of your door. The voices outside clearly not speaking any human language.

Moving quickly to a nearby cabinet, you grabbed your hidden weapon. Loki quickly grabbed your wrist as he pulled you towards the window “It’s best we escape without being seen”

Opening the window, you both stared down, seeing the clear alleyway as you both climbed out to escape. Landing on the ground, you were taken by surprise when you were grabbed from behind.

Reacting quickly, you threw the alien away from you, with one swift motion Loki knocked it out before running past you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

“Where are we going?!”

“I have a ship hidden nearby”

After running through various alleys, you entered into a large empty lot behind some old warehouses. Seeing Loki tap something on the device around his wrist, you saw a small ship become visible in front of you.

Quickly boarding the ship you watched the city below you become smaller and smaller as you began to fly off. Loki quickly fleeing towards the sky.

“Are we leaving earth?” you asked as you stood behind him in the pilots chair.

“Yes. I know somewhere safe we can go” after setting the course he rose from his seat and turned to you. He met your eyes, he could see the apprehension in your gaze. Did you still not fully trust him?

“Fury is going to be so mad” you finally commented as you looked out at the now darkening sky as you left Earths atmosphere.

Loki smirked lightly “I’m sure he will understand”

“I’m still not sure I do” you admitted quietly with a scoff.

Loki studied you for a moment before he placed his hands on your shoulders, looking deeply into your eyes “Understand this” he hesitated for a moment “I truly care for your well being, and as much as you may not trust me, I will do my best to finish this, so that you can return home. Because I was telling the truth before, you mean more to me than I think I was willing to admit to myself.” He lifted his hand, stroking your cheek before he leaned down, pressing a soft quick kiss to your lips “I only ever want you to be safe.”

Your chest felt heavy, as you stared into his eyes “You’re wrong” you saw a flash of panic cross his face before you continued “I do trust you.” Relief crossed his face as he realized what you were saying. “And I believe you. And...I feel the same.” you admitted, feeling the weight on your chest seem to lift “And whatever you’ve gotten both of us into? I intend to help you fix.”

A smile spread slowly across Loki’s face as you spoke. Pressing a kiss to your forehead he looked back into your eyes “Let’s finish this then.”

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[ IDK if this ask sent because my phone died the second i sent it in sooo yea- if i already sent this then delete this ask ]

For TTAU, How would Team Guy and Team Kakashi react to going to their first convention? The giant ones where they sell merchandise and have people from many different fandoms cosplaying?

Like Marvel fans, Star wars, Anime, Video games, Tv shows, etc.

Like Kakashi and Guy seeing people cosplaying them in nearly spot on costumes getting pictures together and with other Naruto cosplayers

Or Lee and Neji seeing two people cosplaying them acting goofy n shit XD

Or Kakashi seeing a rather large group of Kakashi cosplayers taking a photo with one lone Guy cosplayer XD

Or Naruto and Sasuke seeing like- 30 Naruto and Sasuke cosplayers XDD

Kakashi is amused. He usually doesn't like people dressing up like him, but with the amount of Kakashi's around it's surprisingly easy for him to just blend in and get by without notice. The odd person will ask for a photo thinking he's in costume, which he'll happily give with his thumbs up pose. But for the most part people leave him alone, and that's important in such a crowded event.

Kakashi does not like crowds and he wants to get by with as little difficulty as possible.

Sakura is starting multiple fistfights that Kakashi has to drag her away from, because someone saw her 'costume' and decided to give her a lecture on how 'Sakura actually sucks and is a terrible character'. She has also started fist fights cuz someone started bad mouthing Ino or Hinata to prop her up and that's just unacceptable.

Naruto is having a competition with Sasuke (that Sasuke did not agree to) to see who has more people dressed up like them. He is horrified to realize that Sasuke is winning, but Kakashi is kicking both of their butts without even trying.

Gai goes up to every single Kakashi cosplayer and tells them how they could make their costume more belivable. down to the slouch. He is determined to give them the best chance they have in the costume contest, and the judges hate him for it because now they have a hundred really convincing Kakashi cosplayers and it's already difficult to choose a winner. When he see's the rare Gai cosplayer, he make's sure that they have the thumbs up/smile pose down perfect and that they have a Kakashi roleplayer with them. they come in pairs and he will not hear otherwise.

Lee is loving it. He keeps pointing out all the Lee and Njei roleplayers, and he's very distraught to find out that there's little to no Tenten cosplayers.

Tenten's too busy looking at all of the cool prop weapons to even care. She has a goal and that goal is to convince her sensei to let her bring home at least three prop weapons. maybe five.

Neji really just wants to go home, but he does also ejoy looking at the manga's that have been created on their life. It's rather amusing to see how things were written all these years later, and how they're remembered by history.

#Time travel au

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Wilbur, Fundy, and Purpled were interviewed for this great article on the Dream SMP and the Minecraft community! Full article below the cut.

"Minecraft" launched over a decade ago and the video game is as popular as ever. With over 126 million players worldwide, the voxel-based survival game drops adventurers into a world where they can craft, build, explore, destroy, and create to their heart's content. Aided by tools, blocks, and creativity, the simple sandbox world allows anyone on PC, console, or smartphone the chance to project their own feelings and creations directly into their virtual space.

"As long as you have the mind for it, you can really just do anything," 17-year-old "Minecraft" YouTuber Purpled, who has 700,000 subscribers, told Insider. "Because of how simple Minecraft is and how easy it is to build with it, you can create whatever you want."

In recent years, Microsoft's never-ending game has evolved into a tool for content creators to express themselves, leading to high-profile collaborations with some of YouTube's biggest personalities. By creating their own private "Minecraft" servers, creators have been able to craft ornate worlds and stories that they can explore in streams and videos, immersing fans in a cinematic-style universe.

Minecraft has a long history on YouTube

"Minecraft's" versatility has made it an incredibly popular game for content creators and influencers. In 2012, a change in YouTube's algorithm promoting watch time over video clicks led to a renaissance of "Let's Players" who recorded themselves reacting and playing their favorite games. "Minecraft" was one of the most successful, spawning some of the largest channels of the time like SkyDoesMinecraft (11.3 million subscribers) and Tobuscus (6.25 million subs).

Though the popularity of "Minecraft" remained fairly steady, content about the title waned a bit over the next decade either due to content fatigue or newer titles like "Fortnite" taking the spotlight. 2020 flipped the title back into the forefront, with both streamers and YouTubers capitalizing on the title's popularity.

The biggest breakout star for "Minecraft" in the past few years is Dream, an expert, faceless player with a neon-green avatar with over 17 million YouTube subscribers. YouTube labeled him the second overall content creator of the year and his streams consistently pull in a quarter of a million people.

In May of 2020, Dream decided to create a small, private server for his friends to play around in. This SMP server, or "survival multiplayer," started off with only a handful of content creators being invited. Soon, the server would expand to over 30 members, bringing in millions of views from fans who chronicle every moment of the lore the creators eventually created.

Viewership on Twitch of "Minecraft" content went from 17 million hours watched in January 2020 to 74 million in January of 2021, according to data from analytics company Rainmaker.gg.

How the Dream SMP grew from a private server with friends to a cultural milestone

Purpled has been playing "Minecraft" for the past eight years and is a high-ranking player in a multiplayer game mode called "Bed Wars." He had started talking to Dream in the summer of 2019, when the pair were both small, mutual fans.

"When the SMP was in its infancy, I just asked him if there was any room because he said how it's just for friends and if a friend wants to join, they can," Purpled said. "So I asked him, he said, 'Sure.' He sent me the IP and I was in."

The server was originally just a place to create and hangout, with no intention of creating an overarching story or plot.

Fundy, a 19-year-old Dutch YouTuber with 2.7 million subscribers joined when only a handful of other creators were on."I had talked to Dream on a few occasions, out-of-the-blue Dream sent me a message about a survival world that they had going on. It was very small at first," Fundy said. "I thought it could be a fun little side-project I could stream every now and then on Twitch, so I decided to join."

Fundy joined in the early days alongside Wilbur Soot, a 23-year-old YouTuber with 3.8 million subscribers. Soot, after attempting to create an "illegal potion shop" on the server, decided to establish a nation of non-Americans players called L'Manberg. Soot said he wrote a "treatment" for how the formation of his country would go, creating an official canon that fans could follow along with.

"I was invited into the Dream SMP near its inception but I only joined fully when I had an idea for building a country in 'Minecraft'," Soot said. "I write up a series of plot hooks and points that should tie together, however we improv dialogue and comedy throughout to take us from point to point."

These streams and pieces of content all had a canon that could be followed and consumed like a television show. L'Manberg eventually started a war against Dream for its independence, staging a rebellion chronicled in YouTube videos with millions of views.

These streams and videos aren't just randoms in "Minecraft" trying to defeat the end-game Ender Dragon — these are performers putting on a show that their fans can't miss. As the lore expanded, so did the rules needed to keep a sense of continuity and order. For example, each player only has three lives before they are removed and deleted from the server.

"It went from a casual survival game to a whole story-line filled with plots and twists," Fundy said. "Role-playing at this point is a key-feature of the Dream SMP, some parts are scripted, some parts are improv, and some parts are 'non-canon,' where it is just counted as a standard 'Minecraft' server."

The fan communities have risen up and made their voices heard

Over the next few months, the lore and world would continue to grow and so would the fan base. Hundreds of thousands of viewers would tune in for these streams, trying to keep up with the lore and content. To help catalog the story, a network of fans established themselves as lore keepers, documenting each moment for those that had to miss a stream.

The "DREAMSMP UPDATES!" account on Twitter has established itself as one of the most popular locations to find all this content and lore on social media. Starting in December 2020, the account has grown to over 147,000 users with just a team of seven administrators, ages 14-17, in different locations around the world, posting updates and stream notifications for fans. "Minecraft" is a game that appeals to all ages, but the audience for this content tends to skew younger, with 41 percent of Twitch's user base being 16 to 24, according to GlobalWebIndex.

"You can tell they're all friends and it's a lot more lighthearted in general and it shows," mod on the "DREAMSMP UPDATES!" Twitter account eclaire said over chat app Discord. "When it's not lore you see them actually having good chemistry and it really pulls you in because it almost feels like being pulled into a friend group."

User SamHQ first started the fan account with a couple of friends from high school but the group quickly expanded after the account tweeted that they needed more fans of certain streamers to join. She is online and runs the account "24/7" but "it's just like answering a text."

"When I started the account I knew lots of people who couldn't catch up because of work or school," SamHQ said. "So I gathered friends to help and now people rely on us when someone's streaming or to catch up with the lore when they can't watch."

For the fans that run the update account, keeping up with the Dream SMP isn't dissimilar to following the Marvel Cinematic Universe or a long-running television show. Characters come and go, but the improv and roleplay stay.

"The Dream SMP did something really special — taking an original idea, creating new things that have never been seen on 'Minecraft' and incorporating them with humor and characters that you can become easily attached with," mod NotAlex said.

Though other SMP roleplay servers, like EarthSMP and SMPLive, have been created over the years, none have been as successful or popular as the Dream SMP.

Finding a fan base on the Dream SMP can lead to major growth.

For the performers on the server, addressing fans and their responses comes with the territory.

"The Dream SMP viewers are very important to the Dream SMP, and the fact that they openly speak their mind about how a certain stream went only helps the streamers improve," Fundy said. "It's basically an instant review of what was liked and what wasn't."

Like most major fandoms with a young audience, fanfiction of these streamers has popped up online. Dozens of Dream fics and drawings exist online, some going a bit far and putting underage characters together. Dream responded on Twitter to those "ships," writing that they shouldn't "ship creators that are uncomfortable with it, and especially not minors."

The Dream stans, or the super fans, also tend to be very vocal online about the SMP. Hashtags on Twitter like #dreamnotfound and #dreamfanart consistently break-through to the trending page, confusing those who have no idea this world exists. The most ferocious of stans sometimes overstep the boundary between polite disagreement and outright harassment. This vocal minority has sent death threats and waves of harassment at those who criticize or disagree with their favorite content creators.

The growth and future of these channels is in large part due to the Dream SMP server

The popularity of Dream SMP has helped grow the content creators that take part in it. Since joining the server, Purpled is gaining three times as many subscribers a month on YouTube and has been introduced to an entirely new fan base. His streams used to pull in 3,000 viewers but now his average is closer to 35,000 to 40,000 viewers.

"Some people think of them as obsessive or stalker fans, but those are people that really like to talk about certain creators and really get invested in things," Purpled said. "And it's really nice because they care a lot more and connect more with the creator than the content."

These creators understand the power of the fan base and know that they come for the content.

"I think the Dream SMP is popular thanks to the brilliant creators and funny improv moments," Soot said. "I think we'll be seeing the emergence of a huge wave of roleplay-centric gaming communities."

#wilbur soot #fundy #purpled #dream smp

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We Have A Jedi [19] | Peter Parker x Male Reader

Fandom: Star Wars, Marvel Pairing: Peter Parker x Male Reader, Tony Stark x Son Reader Summary: Civil War has passed and the avengers are divided. (M/N) has been going to school and homecoming is coming up.

Previous | Next Read From The Beginning … “So Ned, what IS homecoming exactly?”

Ned looked up at (M/N) like he had just asked a crazy question. “What is? What!? How do you not know what homecoming is?” (M/N) shrugged. “I didn’t have homecoming where I came from. What is it? It must be big for something for how you reacted.” Recently (M/N) had noticed the many posters decorating the walls, all announcing Homecoming. Students all around him were also talking about it, but he wasn’t sure what it was.

“Well, it’s a major dance. Not as big as Prom but it’s still big. Normally people ask to go with someone that’s important to them.” (M/N) listened to Ned talk about Homecoming but got a smile as Ned talked about asking someone important. “So, Should I ask Peter then?” At that Ned choked on his drink. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Ned cleared his throat while shaking his head furiously. “No. No. You’re good. I mean people usually ask someone that’s important to them and who they like. Ya know?” (M/N) nodded in understanding. “So I should ask Peter then?” Ned continued to stare at him. “Wait? You like Peter? Oh that’s so great! You’d make the perfect couple. You should ask him!”

Honestly (M/N) hadn’t even thought about it, but it made sense. Ever since he had first met Peter he had grown attached to him. Ever since leaving the jedi and being around Peter more, that bond only grew stronger. While the jedi were against attachments, he was no longer part of the order. He could have a future with Peter...if both of them wanted it.

“I should?”

“Yes! I have a feeling he might feel the same.” That made (M/N) smirk.

Speaking of Peter, the boy of the hour arrived just then. (M/N) decided not to ask him just yet, seeing as it’s probably a big deal to do so. “Hey guys!” he sat down and (M/N) smiled at him. “Hey Peter, how was the decathlon trip? I heard Spiderman made an appearance.” (M/N) said smirking at Peter. He had heard all about the mess Peter had gotten himself into at the washington monument and made sure Peter knew it too. The boy in question blushed and picked at his food. “It was fine...I ended up fighting someone. Part of the group dealing the weapons.” At that (M/N) got interested, Ned who was listening went wide eyed and looked at the other two boys. “Wait! Wait he knows?” He whispered and shouted at the two. Peter and (M/N) nodded at the gobsmacked boy. “Yeah, he found out a long time ago.” (M/N) nodded and wrapped his arm around Peter. “Yep. And I’ve been helping him look for whoever these people are.”

Before anything else can happen the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. “Well won’t you look at that, saved by the bell.” The three boys gathered their things and left the school. “Sorry guys, I have to go. I have-things to do.” Ned really REALLY tried with that excuse. He gave a wink at (M/N) and ran off to the bus. “That was weird. Never seen him leave so fast, especially after all that.” Peter said, causing (M/N) to laugh. “Yeah...I have a feeling he’s gonna find out about me being force sensitive soon...that or being the son of you know who.” Peter nodded.

A car honked and they saw Happy waiting for the Stark boy. “I have to go. You coming over later?” He asked the other boy. “Nah. I have something I have to do. See you later (M/N).” With that Peter went off to the bus and (M/N) really debated going after him to ask him to homecoming. He decided no again, maybe his dad could help him figure out a way to ask.

He opened the passenger door and sat inside. “Hey Happs. Is dad back from his trip yet?” The man smirked and nodded. “Yep, got in literally right after you got to school. He’s waiting for you at home.” (M/N) couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, he had missed his dad when he was away. “Do you think getting away helped?” After everything that happened during the civil war, Tony really began thinking over things more clearly and everyone leaving really began affecting him. (M/N) and Happy could see it, so could Rhodey and Pepper. The man’s smirk didn’t fade, that was a good sign. “I think so. He seemed to be doing better.” (M/N) would see when he got home.

The drive had gone by rather quietly after that. Neither needing to say anything. Returning to the compound (M/N) quickly threw his bag into his room. Bweep bwoop! The boy turned to his friend. “Hey T3. My dad in the lab?” Bwoop Bweep. “Thanks buddy. I’m going to go say hi.” He made his way to the lab and heard the music blaring, a good sign of his dad being there. Entering the lab and saw his dad working on something at his work table. He smiled as he saw his son walk in. “Well look who’s home! How was school buddy?” (M/N) quickly gave his dad a long hug. “It was school. Now how are you? Was the trip good? I missed you.”

Tony laughed and pulled back to look at this son. “Trip was good, glad to be back though I miss you too. So how’s our spider boy? I had to save his ass during my trip.” Tony tried saying that like he was annoyed but the small smile about to break said otherwise. “I heard about that. Anyways...I was going to ask you something actually.” Tony looked at his son curiously before moving back to what he was working on. “Oh and what is that my young ‘padawan’?”

(M/N) shook a bit, he hated when his dad called him that. Even with that nickname, he was glad to see his father somewhat returned to normal, he had been a bit of a wreck with Steve leaving. You know, the fallout of a lover’s spat. “I told you never to call me that. Anyways...so homecomings coming up and I wasn’t sure what that was so Ned told me about it. Apparently people ask who they like to this thing and-” Before he was able to finish Tony interrupted him. “And you want to ask someone you like to the dance? Oh my god my baby boy finally has his first crush. Who is it? is she pretty?”

(M/N) shook his head. “Actually I was thinking of asking Peter.” That was all he said, he figured that was all he had to say. Tony seemed a bit surprised but smiled and nodded. “Good. He’s a good boy. I didn’t know you swung that way kiddo.” (M/N) was confused by that, he hadn’t heard that before. “What do you mean? Swing what way?”

“Oh you know...that you like guys.”

“I mean...in the Jedi we weren’t supposed to like anyone other than platonically. Even then we couldn’t really have any sort of attachment. Is...liking someone of the same sex wrong here?”

Tony hesitated a bit but nodded. “A bit. It’s getting better, but there’s still lots of problems. Just know that I’m Bi myself and still love and support you no matter what.” Tony made sure to say that. He never told Howard since he knew it wouldn’t go over well and didn’t want his son to feel the same.

“Huh. That’s so strange.” Seeing how his dad looked confused by that statement he continued. “Well, I’ve travelled the galaxy and it’s a large place. There’s no set binary limit to sexuality or gender really, it’s a spectrum...a rather large spectrum. I haven’t really encountered any planets where this has been a problem.”

Tony let out an oh and nodded in understanding. “I get it. Isn’t that nice. It’s nice to know that the rest of the galaxy seems to have it’s shit together and not stuck in the past like us. Anyways, yes I approve of you asking Peter out and I’m guessing you need pointers from your old man to help ask him out?” (M/N) nodded. “Not to worry, I’ve asked out a couple guys in the past. I can help you.”

(M/N) wanted to make a comment about how he should have done that to Steve but resisted seeing as it wasn’t the best time for it. “Hit me with what you got old man.” He laughed at the face Tony made. Tony was about to start his lesson on how to get Peter when Friday spoke up. “Sorry to interrupt sir but you might want to see this.” At that moment a video of a ferry being cut in half was shown. “Spiderman has been sighted on the ferry sir.”

“Shit.” Both of them said in unison. Tony quickly got up and got to his suit. “Friday deploy my drones to help keep that thing floating. (M/N) sorry to cut this short but I have to go save your boyfriend. Stay here and think of ways to ask him out...if I don’t tell him first.” He immediately left after saying that. “Dad!” But he was already gone. With that he went back to his room to watch whatever came next with T3.

…

So…(M/N) was a nervous wreck. He had figured out a way to ask Peter to homecoming. FINALLY! He was nervous one, because he was asking him out and two, his dad took away Peter’s suit. He was really nervous that Peter would hate him. Who was he kidding, it was Peter. Peter, the boy he met when he came to earth, Peter who easily let him into his life and was curious about his own. Peter the boy who had stolen his heart. Peter wouldn’t hate him.

“(M/N)! Hey (M/N) wait up!” Ned. (M/N) watch as the boy ran up to him. “So! Did you do it? Did you ask peter to homecoming?” The young Stark shook his head. “No. Not yet at least. I wanted to do something special to ask him so…” He pulled out a necklace with crystal on it. “I was going to give him this and ask him. This necklace is special to me and figured it would mean a lot to him.” Ned’s eyes widened and he smiled. “(M/N) that’s perfect! Also I think that necklace is so cool. Is that a real crystal? Where’d you get-” “Guys!” Peter came running over and (M/N) quickly hid the crystal. “Oh Peter! I’m glad to see you. I wanted to ask you a question.” Before he continued on Peter stopped him. “Okay but real fast you’ll never guess what happened. I’m going to homecoming with Liz!” It was like everything just stopped. Ned got really excited but then suddenly looked at (M/N). Ever the friend (M/N) had a smile on his face. “That’s great Peter. I’m glad to hear it.”

“Oh! What’d you want to ask me (M/N)?”

“It’s nothing. I forgot about it anyways.”

“Oh...okay. Well-”

“Sorry, I have to go. Emergency came up.” (M/N) didn’t wait for anyone to respond. He turned and walked out of the school. He didn’t ask Happy or Tony to come for him, he just...walked. He didn’t know why he was feeling the way he was. He had spent his entire life not caring about romance or petty crushes but for some reason, Peter Parker was breaking his heart.

He found himself standing in the penthouse of Stark tower looking over the city. He wasn’t sure what brought him there but it’s where he found himself. He got so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the sun getting lower, not until his dad’s voice reached his ears. “You okay bud? You skipped some classes today and are now here...I’m guessing asking didn’t work out?”

(M/N) shook his head, not tearing his eyes away from the city's skyline. “I’m not going.” Tony came and sat down next to him. “That’s okay kid. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Besides, there’s always Prom.” Tony seemed to be thinking of something. “Say, since you’re not doing homecoming would you mind helping Happy move this stuff to the compound? We’re kind of...selling the tower.” (M/N) had known about it from rumors but wasn’t sure. He was going to miss this place. He nodded. “Yeah I can do that.” Tony wrapped his arm around him and brought him closer. “That’s my boy.”

The two stayed like that until the sun went down.

…

“No that one goes over there!” (M/N) watched as Happy shouted out to the movers where everything went. The move from the tower to the compound was coming to an end and it wouldn’t be long before the plane was in the air. It wasn’t long before Happy had received a phone call, (M/N) couldn’t tell who it was from here but Happy didn’t seem pleased. It wasn’t long before the man finished the call and continued on. “Who was that?”

Happy didn’t even look away. “Peter. No no that goes there!”

(M/N) was curious as to why Peter was calling Happy. “What was he calling for? Is he in trouble?”

“I don’t know. He said something about someone coming after the plane.” That DID catch his attention. More than likely it was whoever was selling the weapons. “Perhaps we should listen to him. Or at least ramp up security and protect the shipment you know?”

Happy stopped and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey relax kid. It’s gonna be okay, we've made sure to take safety precautions.” (M/N) loved Happy, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. “I think I should go with it. It’s just heading back to the compound anyways. I’ll be another defense.” Happy wanted to fight back but (M/N) was already heading to the plane. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t long before the last of everything was packed and the plane took off, with an added passenger. Looking through the boxes, (M/N) found himself some weapons to help him in case it was needed. He’d remember to thank Natasha for daggers later. Sitting down he began to meditate, if anything went wrong he’d know about it. As if on queue, he felt that disturbance.

Standing up he following his instinct and saw a man. “Hot dog.” The man began walking to the box that held the arc reactors. “I’m sorry.” The man turned to him. “That doesn’t belong to you and you’re in a restricted area. Stand down.”

“And who are you? Another Stark bodyguard?”

“One last time. Stand down.”

The man let out a laugh but that was soon cut off as an alarm went off and a camera feed popped up showing Peter on the plane in his old suit. The man let out a scream of anger and (M/N) took the opportunity using the force to push him against the wall. He hoped it would knock him out but the man quickly got up. “Always the freaks.” The man jumped out of the hole he had arrived and and (M/N) watched the screen as the man, the vulture, went after Peter. “Not good.”

(M/N) felt as the vultures' wings pierced the plane. It was going to go down, no matter what. (M/N) quickly put on his dad’s older helmet and gauntlets. If the ship was going down he wasn’t going down with it. The alarms were blaring louder and (M/N) could feel through the force it wouldn’t be long before the ship went down.

With another pierce the plane began ripping apart and (M/N) was quickly sucked out. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” He felt as the air rushed past him and it took him a second to focus. He saw as the plane, vulture and Peter all fell closer to the ground. He had to quickly figure out how to use his dad’s tech if he didn’t want to hit the ground hard. Luckily, his dad’s early tech wasn’t THAT difficult to figure out to him and he was soon flying. “Oh man...that was close.” He watched as the plane hit the ground on a beach and broke apart. “Peter!”

(M/N) flew down to the beach and saw Peter laying on the ground. “Peter! Oh god wake up!” He shook the boy who quickly woke up. “Woah! What happened? (M/N)? What are you doing? What are you wearing?” He helped him to his feet and just as quickly as he got him up, both boys were knocked down by Vulture.

“Hey Pedro.” The man launched at them and Peter dogged out of the way but (M/N) didn’t. Instead he lifted his arms and used the force to push the man back. Using the force he gripped the man and began pulling his wings apart, making sure to separate him from his weapon. The man was able to flap his wings once more and it sent (M/N) flying backwards.

The man’s wings began sparking and he tried to grab a crate to escape. Peter quickly webbed him. “Time to go home Pete!” The man tried escaping but Peter held his grip. “I’m trying to save you!” And just like that the wings gave up and the man went flying back into an explosion. Peter quickly followed after him. (M/N) watched as Peter came back carrying him. “(M/N)! Help me web him up. He’s going to prison.” (M/N) quickly helped Peter tie up the man and crates before skidadling before the authorities arrived. They did make sure to leave a note though.

From atop the rollercoaster Peter and (M/N) watched as Happy and the rest of the security crew came to the scene. “Well...is THIS what homecoming is like every year?” (M/N) looked and Peter and the boy laughed. “No. No, it’s never...THIS.” He motioned to the wreck with his hands. (M/N) let out his own laugh. “I’m glad you’re okay Pete. I told dad he should have given your suit back.” Peter only shook his head. “It’s not your fault (M/N), or Mr.Stark’s. But I couldn’t just stand by and LOOK we caught him! They’ll get the others for sure.”

(M/N) smiled as he looked at Peter who seemed content. Peter moved his head and their eyes connected. In that moment it was like the whole galaxy froze and it was just the two of them. (M/N) felt as if a spark happened between them and he wasn’t sure what caused it but the next thing he knew he was moving and pressed his lips to Peters. Peter seemed surprised at first but didn’t push away, in fact, he pushed deeper into it.

It wasn’t long before (M/N) pulled back but pressed his forehead against Peter’s. “That was nice.” He said. Peter was smiling so wide. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He said. “You remember that question I was going to ask a couple days ago?” (M/N) asked to the boy who nodded. He pulled out the necklace that he was wearing. “I was going to give this to you. Then I was going to ask you to homecoming. So now I ask…” He handed him the necklace. “Peter, will you go out with me?” (M/N) could have sworn he saw tears build in Peter’s eyes. “Yes. (M/N) I’d love to!” The two kissed again.

…

“So what exactly am I doing here and is that a droid?”

(M/N) led Peter through the compound. Happy following behind them with T3. “You’ll see and yes that’s T3. You’ll meet later.” Bwoop! Soon the four met up with Tony. “Ah there’s my favorite teens! Come on let’s go.” Tony led them down the hall further. “So Pete we’re going to have a father-son’s boyfriend talk a bit later alright. But for now we’re here for this.”

Tony waved his hand and a cabinet opened showing a new and improved Spiderman suit. “You said you wanted to be an avenger. Now you are.” (M/N) smiled at Peter but that was because he knew what his boyfriend was going to do. And just like that, Peter remained the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

That still didn’t get him out of that father-son’s boyfriend talk.

…

“The time has come. My plan has been set in motion and my forces are on the move.”

“At last. I’ve grown tired of waiting.”

“You’ll have to wait a bit longer, I have another mission for you. Find him...and bring me his head.”

“Yes...my master.”

...

A/N: Tick. Tick. Tick. Time is ticking down until infinity war and endgame and it’s going to be INSANE! I hope you’re excited!

#marvel #peter parker #tony stark #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark reader #peter parker x stark!reader #tony stark x male reader #tony stark x male!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x son reader #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x stark reader #tony stark x stark!reader

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shirlleycoyle · 3 years

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How 9/11 Became Fan Fiction Canon

Every fictional character you can think of has experienced 9/11 in fanfiction.

A Clone Wars veteran with two lightsabers is on United Airlines Flight 93 and prevents it from crashing. Ron and Hermione get caught up in the chaos as the towers fall. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and her friends watch the attacks unfold on TV from Sunnydale. We have spent 20 years trying to process what happened on 9/11 and its fallout, and that messy process can be tracked through the countless, sad, disturbing, and sometimes very funny fanfiction left across the internet.

Many of the fanfics written in the weeks and months following the 9/11 attacks seemed to directly respond to the news as it happened, processing the tragedy in real-time through the eyes of characters they loved. In the absence of a canon episode where Daria Morgendorffer paid respects to those lost, writing fanfic about these characters also experiencing trauma helped fans cope.

One YuGiOh fanfic published on fanfiction.net in May 2002 could have been ripped exactly from what this writer experienced that Tuesday morning. “It started as a normal day,” user Gijinka Renamon wrote. Yugi and his friends were in school, where their teacher informed them of the attacks and sent everyone home from school.

“After reading people’s 9/11 fics, I decided to write my own, and put a certain character in it. And Yugi and his pals were my first choice,” the author's note reads, explaining the connection they felt to United flight 93 and the World Trade Center attacks. Given that they lived in Pennsylvania, and “it’s close to New York, I felt really sad about it.”

Stitch, a fandom journalist for Teen Vogue, told Motherboard that this reaction to 9/11 is not at all uncommon in fandom.

"Fandom has always been a place that positions nothing as 'off limits,'" she said. "Historical tragedies like the Titanic sinking and atrocities like… all of World War 2 show up regularly across the past 30 years of people creating stories and art about the characters they love. So, on some level, it makes sense that 9/11 and the following 20-year military installation in the Middle East has joined the ranks of things people in different fandoms turn into settings for their fan fiction."

Reactions depicted in a handful of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfics published in the weeks after the attacks ring a little truer to the characters. “Tuesday, 11th September 2001,” written by Anna K, almost echoes the lyrics from “I’ve Got a Theory,” one of the songs in the musical episode that aired in November 2001. “We have seen the apocalypse. We have prevented it. Actually, we’ve prevented quite a few. So we know what they look like,” they write, before taking a darker turn. “They look a lot like…New York today.”

Killing demons and vampires doesn’t phase the Scooby Gang, but when preventable human death is brought into the picture, it’s gut wrenching.

“What am I supposed to do…When I can’t do anything to save the world?” Buffy cries into Spike’s chest, watching the attacks unfold on TV in a fanfic the author described as being “about feeling numb and helpless.”

In “Blood Drive,” Kirayoshi writes about Buffy and her friends saving a van full of donated blood meant for victims of the attacks from a group of thirsty vampires. One Buffy the Vampire Slayer fic even takes a blindly patriotic turn, where noted lesbian witch Tara McClay helps Xander hang an American flag from the window of the magic shop to make Anya feel better.

Experiencing 9/11 as a young teenager was overwhelming not just because of the loss of life. Almost immediately after the event itself, it was as if the entirety of American culture re-oriented itself towards an overtly jingoistic stance. As we get distance from the attacks, seeing the tone of television and movies from the early 2000s is jarring, and some have gone viral on Twitter. In the world of pop music, mainstream musicians like the Chicks, formerly known as the Dixie Chicks, were blacklisted from the radio while Toby Keith sang about putting a boot up the ass of terrorists. On the Disney Channel, a young Shia Labeouf reading a poem he supposedly wrote about the events. The poem concludes with the line, "it's awesome to be an American citizen."

In a world so completely saturated with this messaging, it is not surprising that fanfic authors started including 9/11 in their work so soon after the event. Even The West Wing had a strange, out of continuity, fanfic-esque episode where the characters reacted to 9/11. In some cases, it made sense that the characters in the stories would be close to or a part of the events themselves.

"For characters like John Watson or Captain America, the idea works to an extent," Stitch told Motherboard. "In the original Sherlock Holmes works and the 2011 BBC series, Watson had just returned from Afghanistan. For Captain America and other Marvel heroes, 9/11 was something that was addressed in-universe in The Amazing Spider-Man volume 2 #36. Technically, 9/11 is 'canon' to the Marvel universe."

In “Early Warning: Terrorism,” a fanfiction for the TV show Early Edition in which a man who mysteriously receives tomorrow's newspaper, predicting the future, avoids jingoism, but tries to precent 9/11 from happening. This fanfic remains unfinished; it’s unclear if the characters successfully prevent 9/11 in this retelling.

Largely in fanfic from the era just after 9/11, when many young authors were trying to emotionally grapple with it, the characters don't re-write or undo the events themselves. It's this emphasis on the reaction to tragedy that colors the fanfiction that features 9/11 going forward.

Although fanfiction authors have been writing about 9/11 consistently since soon after the event, whenever that fanfiction reaches outside of its intended audience, it looks bizarre.

A screenshot of a Naruto 9/11 fanfic on the Tumblr subreddit comes without any context, or even more than two lines and an author's note. It’s impossible to suss out if this falls into the category of sincere fanfic without the rest of the piece or a publication date, but modern-day commenters on the Reddit thread see it as classic Tumblr trash.

Screenshot from r/Tumblr

“Bin Laden/Dick Cheney, enemies to lovers, 10k words, slow burn,” one user joked in the replies, underscoring the weirdness of Naruto being in the Twin Towers by comparing it to a What If story about Cheney and Bin Laden slowly falling deeply in love.

It’s hard to tell how much of the 9/11 fanfic and fanart starting a few years after the attacks is sincere, and how much of it is ironic, and trying to make fun of the very concept of writing fanfiction about 9/11.

A 2007 anime music video (in which various clips, usually from anime, are cut together to music) that combines scenes from The Lion King with Linkin Park’s “Crawling” and clips from George Bush’s speeches immediately after the attacks feels like the perfect example of this. Even the commenters can’t seem to suss out if this person is a troll or not.

There’s no way that My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic 9/11 fanart could be serious, right? Especially if the description pays tribute to “some of the nation's most memorable buildings,” and features five of the main characters as child versions of themselves. The comments again are split between users thanking the artist for a thoughtful remembrance post, and people making their own headcanon for why Twilight Sparkle is surreptitiously absent from the scene.

Screengrab via DeviantArt

There’s Phineas and Ferb fanfic that combines a 9/11 tribute concert with flashbacks to Ferb being rescued from the towers as a baby, written on the 10th anniversary of the attacks. It jumps from introspection to lines like, “‘Quiet Perry the Platypus. I’m trying to listen to these kids singing a 9/11 tribute.’”

The author's notes make it more likely that they meant for this to be a tribute piece, but it doesn’t quite make sense until watching a YouTube dramatic reading of it from 2020, fully embracing the absurdity of it all.

“For me, 9/11 is synonymous with war. It completely changed the course of my life," Dreadnought, the author of a Captain America fanfic Baghdad Waltz that sees Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes fall in love over the course of the war on terror, told Motherboard. "It’s the reason I joined the military, and I developed deep connections with people who would go on to deploy to Afghanistan and Iraq. These very much felt like my generation’s wars, perhaps because people I graduated high school with were the youngest folks eligible to serve at the time.”

Dreadnought told Motherboard that although they didn't deploy, their career has kept 9/11 and the trauma from it in their mind. After seeing that people who fantasize about Steve and Bucky getting together seemed particularly interested in reading fanfiction that related to 9/11, they decided to try their hand at it.

"I had to do something with all of that emotionally, and I’m admittedly a bit emotionally avoidant. So I learned through fic that it’s easier for me to process those feelings and the knowledge of all the awful stuff that can happen in war if I can turn it into something creative," Dreadnought said. "Give the feelings to fake people and then have those fake people give the feelings to readers!"

To Dreadnought, who is a queer man, the experience of researching and writing this was more cathartic than they first expected, especially as a way to navigate feelings about masculinity, military culture, and queer identity. But they said the research they did, which included watching footage of first responders at ground zero, was what helped them finally process the event itself.

"It was like a delayed horror, and it was more powerful than I expected it would be." Dreadnought said. "When I was eighteen, I was pretty emotionally divorced from 9/11; I just knew I wanted to do something about it. So coming back to it in my 30s while writing this fic, it was a very different experience. Even the research for this story ended up being an extraordinarily valuable exercise in cognitively and emotionally processing 9/11 and all of its second and third order effects."

Fanfiction that features 9/11 provides an outlet for people who still grapple with the trauma from that day. But Stitch warns that the dynamics of fandom and how it relates to politics can also create fiction that's less respectful and more grotesque.

"With years of distance between the stories written and the original events of 9/11, there seems to be some sort of cushion for fans who choose to use those events as a catalyst for relationships—and Iraq and Afghanistan for settings," Stitch said. "The cushion allows them room to fictionalize real world events that changed the shape of the world as we know it, but it also insulates them from having to think about what they may be putting into the world."

The tendency of turning these events into settings or backgrounds for mostly white, male characters to fall in love has the unintended effect of displacing the effects that the war on terror has had on the world over. Steve and Bucky might fall in love during the war on terror, but they would also be acting as a part of the American military in a war that has been criticized since it started. Fanfic writers in other fandoms have come under fire for using real world tragedy as settings for fic before. In the aftermath of the 2010 Haiti earthquake Supernatural fanfiction about the actors Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki going to the island to do aid became controversial within the fandom. There have also been fics where characters grapple with the death of George Floyd that is written in a way that displaces the event from the broader cultural context of race in America.

"A Captain America story where Steve Rogers is a 'regular' man who joins the US Army and 'fights for our freedom' post-9/11 is unlikely to deal with the war’s effect on locals who are subject to US military intervention," Stitch said. "It’s unlikely to sit with what Captain America has always meant and what a writer is doing by dropping Steve Rogers into a then-ongoing conflict in any capacity."

After enough time, “never forget” can even morph into “but what if it never happened?” A 19k+ word Star Wars alternate universe fanfic asks this question, wondering what would have unfolded if someone with two lightsabers was on United Flight 93. This fic, part of a larger fanfic series with its own Wikia, considers what would have happened if Earth was a military front in the Clone Wars.

In this version of events, a decorated general who served in the Clone Wars is able to take back control of Flight 93 before it crashes, landing safely and preventing even more tragedy from happening that day. In the end, all of the passengers who made harrowing last calls to their loved ones before perishing in a Pennsylvania field survive thanks to the power of the Force, and are awarded medals of honor by President Bush.

Twenty years after the attacks, it’s painful to think about what would have happened if people got to work 15 minutes later, or missed their trains that morning. There weren’t Jedi masters deployed to save people in real life, but for some of the fanfic writers working today, the world of Star Wars might feel just as removed as the world before September 11, 2001.

Fiction serves as a powerful playground for processing cultural events, especially generational trauma. The act isn't neutral though; a decade's worth of fanfiction that takes place on or around 9/11 shows how our own understanding of a traumatic event can shift with time.

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twstlotus · 4 years

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Hi there! 👋 Nice to see our fandom growing, more writers joining and trying their pens out with twst boy~ I'm here to wish you a nice day and leave a request, if I may. How would Epel, Malleus, Trey and Rook react to their s/o being well versed in a sword fighting? Seeing her(or them, I don't mind) in an act, maybe even protecting the boys? The s/o haven't disclosed it to them before and took a stance only because she had no other choice. Thank you very much💓

Before we begin, I apologize if I had written Epel a bit ‘off’, for lack of a better word. I have not played through Pomefiore’s chapter thoroughly let alone get to the important bits of said chapter (I’m only on 5-9..)

If I did mischaracterize Epel, please inform me! I will try to perfect how I write him as soon as possible.

Now, onto the headcanons.

Epel Felmier

Epel is astounded to see you swordfight. Perhaps his amazement is a bit inappropriate considering the context being that you were fighting off a few Savanaclaw boys for teasing and mocking Epel about the rumors that he wanted to join the Savanaclaw dormitory—but they did it right in front of your face. Saying how “a pretty boy soft as he is could never join Savanaclaw!” and continued.

You didn’t find violence necessary in the situation, but you weren’t opposed against it either. So when the Savanaclaw members began taunting both you and Epel, you quickly drew your sword and began fighting them, all while Epel walked in at the perfect moment and hid behind a wall and watched you.

The beastmen tucked their tails between their legs and ran off soon after you had your sword pointed to them on the ground. Once they were gone, Epel quietly walked out of his hiding spot and asked if you were okay, to which you hesitantly replied with a “yes”.

Quickly after, Epel began to somewhat gush about your sword fighting abilities and how great you were. Yet, he’s also curious about why you never told him about your skill in such. You explain to him that you never thought of a reason to why you should inform anyone of it, but you were also a bit afraid that he might find your talent in it ‘weird’.

He shoots your suspicions as completely incorrect. You were amazing out there! Epel has never seen sword fighting up-close and done so well! It makes him stagger through his words. He also states that you don’t need to hide anything from him and that he’ll accept you whole as a person and as a lover. The reason why he even fell in love with you was because of how free-willed you are, you know?

“Well, I think your sword fighting is great, (Y/N). I don’t think it matters what other people see you as, especially the negative ones—you’re great and that’s all there is to it!”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus first saw you sword fighting a handful of the Savanaclaw boys, or, well—it looked more like you were deflecting and inflicting minor wounds on the beastmen until they eventually ran off out of cowardice.

The fae was completely stunned. He had never known you were so skilled in sword fighting, and you fight with such gracefulness and elegance, too! The only other time he had seen sword fighting up close was when he and Lilia trained Silver as Malleus’ knight. Even so, his fighting style was merely that of a normal knight’s—but you, you looked like you were dancing with the sword.

When he snaps out of his amazement, he quickly comes out of the shadows to your aid and checks if you have any wounds. Humans are very fragile, after all. You reassure him that you’re fine and he eventually brings up your talent in swordsmanship, to which you bashfully deny ever being skilled in such a thing.

Malleus can obviously see through your lies, and after a while, you admit that you do. You kept it a secret because you were afraid that he might see you as improper or ‘strange’ and the only reason you even fought those Savanaclaw boys were because they were ridiculing your beloved fae.

He’s visibly surprised by the notion. Fighting...for him? Of course, he has literal knights who fight for him, but he always considered it as the two merely doing their jobs. You, on the other hand; you didn’t need to do such a thing for him, yet still, you did it anyway. He’s touched, to say the least. Afterwards, he comforts you regarding your talent and says to not be shameful of it, for it is a talent one could only look up to and that he’s always welcome to talk about anything.

“You’re not required to put yourself in dangerous situations, Child of Man. Trust that I can fight my own battles, so please, do not burden yourself with mine. Though I must say...you did well.”

Trey Clover

‘Surprised’ would be a bit of an understatement to describe what Trey felt when he saw you sword fighting with a fellow Heartslabyul member. Just a little bit.

The way you made your sword swings seem effortless renders him speechless. Just when did you learn to swordfight? And how will Riddle react when he sees you, battling a Heartslabyul member, with a sword!? The consequences may be severe… (and even so, when did Heartslabyul C-kun learn to swordfight!?)

Trey quickly steps in and stops the duel between you and the other dorm member. Heartslabyul C-kun leaves with a scoff while small wounds decorate his otherwise clean skin. Meanwhile, you seemed completely fine. There were only a few cuts from C-kun’s sword but it wasn’t at all serious. Still, Trey treats your wounds so they don’t get infected.

The entire time, Trey is almost quiet as he tends to your wounds until he releases a sigh of defeat, for lack of a better word. He tells you that fighting by yourself isn’t safe, you know? That would just end up in both you and him getting your heads chopped off by Riddle (thank goodness he brought you out of the scene of the crime).

You explain to him that the only reason you had done it was because C-kun recently found out about your talent in sword fighting and wouldn’t stop bugging you until you agreed to duel with him, knowing it was against the rules, so you denied his every demand. However, he brought Trey into the story by mocking him and that was the last straw.

Quite honestly, Trey doesn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, he’s afraid and a bit worried for you and what could have happened. And on the other...he’s grateful and rather enamoured about the fact that you tried to defend him. Still, he shows appreciation for what you did in his name but reminds you to be careful next time.

“Don’t run off fighting other people, okay? I really appreciate what you did for me but I don’t want you getting hurt. Plus, I can’t have my favorite cupcake get in trouble with Riddle!”

Rook Hunt

Saw you sword fighting another Pomefiore member, but it didn’t look intense if at all. From afar, it did look like you and Pomefiore B-kun were simply practice-duelling—and from afar, it stayed as such. Rook continued to watch you from the bushes with a keen eye and a smile tugging on his face.

However, B-kun just had to do it. During your duel, he began taunting you about Rook, your Hunter of Love. It started small; calling him a weirdo and other nicknames Rook had likely grown accustomed to. But B-kun just went on and on, his small taunts grew to harsh insults, and you weren’t having any of it.

You swiftly defeat B-kun in the duel. His sword flying out of his hands and landing on soft grass, piercing the surface. You quickly tell him to scram and he leaves without a word, not even to retrieve his sword.

You let out a sigh before turning to the bushes, where you know Rook is. You call out his name and after a few rustles from the bushes, he walks out with a large smile on his face and claps for your performance, stating that it was marvelous! ....However, this does spark curiosity in him—curiosity on why you never informed him of your talent in the art of sword fighting.

You say that you never found the reason to tell him of it, though you weren’t exactly ashamed, it was just what it was also because you knew Rook wouldn’t stop pestering you about it once he found out that you were skilled in sword fighting.

Non, non! This is wonderful news to him! He’s happy to know that you’re confident in something you’re skilled in and he would be all the more glad if you wanted to speak to him about sword fighting, should you ever wish to do so.

“Your swordsmanship is fantastique, mon cherie! Though, I must ask…,” The self-proclaimed hunter steps towards C-kun’s sword and picks it up. “May I request a few sword fighting lessons from you?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #malleus draconia #trey clover #rook hunt #epel felmier x reader #malleus draconia x reader #trey clover x reder #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland headcanon #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #well of the lotus flowers

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flowercrown-bucky · 4 years

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The Secrets We Hide

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Loki has a secret. A big secret. When Thor needs his help finding Odin, his secret may be exposed.

Authors’ Note: My very favourite reader of my Loki series, Lavender Blue, asked for some more Thor, and whilst thinking about it I got a little carried away

Also Y/N has a last name in this that might make sense if you get to the end oop

If you’re waiting for the next part of Lavender Blue I fucking SUCK at writing smut someone help me-

"Where are we going, brother?" Thor looked curiously at Loki.

He'd been to Britain a handful of times in his life.

The very first had been sometime during what would later become colloquially know as the dark ages, in the early sixth century, he was inclined to believe. Earth, he had found, was wholly unremarkable, if England was anything to go by.

It was on this occasion that he had learned of his brother's magical talents, travelling on horseback through the countryside. He'd stumbled onto a (Remarkably small, he noticed) kingdom, ruled over by a gentleman by the name of Arthur. The real shock, however, had come to him upon entering the banquet hall in his host's castle, only to find his younger brother - who was, needless to say, not pleased to see him - sat next to his host. The lengths he'd gone to disguise himself were commendable, and the beard he'd magicked up was impressive, but there was no mistaking the mischievous twinkle in the eyes of Loki of Asgard.

However, the England Thor found himself in now was a far cry from the country of his memory. Winchester, he had been informed, was where the bifrost had brought them, but the cobbled streets he was walking on were about as unfamiliar to him as unicorn land.

Loki, however, definitely knew where he was. He had clearly been here many times before.

He'd replied to his brother's questioning with a disparaging look, continuing to walk on. All Thor knew about where they were going is that it had something to do with where Loki had placed their father three years ago. As for his personal theories? His mind was drawing a blank.

Eventually, Loki came to a stop in front of a single house within a terrace. A tall, unremarkable house, by all means, built with honey-coloured sandstone, the paint on the windows flaking with age, several panes baring the circular marks of a pontil. Three tall steps led to the front door, and the view of the living room through large window next to it allowing some insight as to the nature of its inhabitant.

Through the hazy glass, Thor could see a remarkably cluttered, disorganised room. A large leather armchair sat in the corner of the room, worn from use and decorated by a patchwork quilt. A similar rug lay on the wooden floor, a tapestry of fabric scraps. Opposite the TV was a grey cord sofa, upon which a number of odd and brightly coloured socks were strewn.

It was fairly safe to assume, Thor reckoned, that the inhabitant of this house - who was currently upstairs, based on the light coming through the window - was not his father.

So what the hell were they doing here?

Loki's three short raps of the knocker elicited a response from the house's inhabitant. They could hear them scurrying down the stairs and towards the door, and fumbling with the lock before opening it.

The woman on the other side was not what he was expecting.

The arrival of your visitors had come as somewhat of a shock to you, that much was apparent from your face. The second thing Thor noticed, was that you clearly knew Loki.

Your hair, slightly damp from the shower, was pulled up on top of your head, secured by a scrunchie, the deep green shade of which complimented your eyes. You were dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a red woollen jumper, your feet bare save for a silver ring around the second toe on your left foot and chipped nail polish on your toenails.

The third thing Thor noticed about you, was that you were very pretty.

"Father?" His voice came out as a squeak.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his brother laughing.

"Your father I most certainly am not." Your right eyebrow quirked bemusedly, crossing your arms. "But this is a surprise."

"Sorry, I must've forgotten to mention it." Loki grinned at you. "Can we come in?"

You stepped aside, beckoning the brothers through the door and into your home. You shot Loki a pointed look as he entered, prompting him to roll his eyes and, begrudgingly, remove his shoes and place them neatly by the door. In the interest of remaining polite, Thor followed suit.

"I take it this is not a social visit?" You asked, leading them into your kitchen.

The kitchen, Thor noticed, was nice. Homely. Small, but still, homely. The stone floor was cool under his socked feet, although his left being slightly warmer than the right led him to suspect your floor was central-heated, and the aga opposite him would probably heat the entire house. The beams supporting the ceiling were low enough that he'd hit his head twice, although he had noticed Loki had ducked, his posture automatically slouched so as to avoid collision.

Loki had clearly spent a lot of time in this house, in this kitchen.

You hopped up onto the counter, crossing your legs at the knee.

"Perceptive as ever, I see." Loki chuckled. "Although, my manners seem to have momentarily lost me. Y/N, this is my brother, Thor. Thor, this is Y/N Hudson. She's.... She's a friend of mine."

Thor did not miss the curious glance you shot at his brother.

"As delighted as I am to see you, Loki," You rolled your eyes. "What do you want?"

"It would seem that my dear brother has managed to lose our father." Thor glared at the dark haired man.

"I would dearly love to know how exactly one goes about losing one's father." Your lips quirked into an amused smile.

"And you're the only living being on this dull little planet who's capable of finding him." Loki ignored your attempt at riling him, catching your gaze.

"I don't understand." Thor furrowed his brow. "What are you, a witch? Do you have some sort of tracking abilities?"

"No, she's just very intelligent." Loki corrected. "Would you give Y/N and I a moment alone, brother mine?"

Thor nodded gruffly, watching you hop off the counter and walk out of the kitchen, into the room he'd first seen through the window.

He did not miss how his brother bit his lip as he looked you up and down.

Your front room was Loki's favourite place on Midgard.

It might even be his favourite place in the nine realms.

It had quickly become his bolt-hole, his safe place. It was the first place he'd ever been shown true kindness, where you'd brought him after you found him in a back alley, dying and alone. It was where you'd laid him on the sofa, where he'd been tucked under a blanket for the first time, where he'd drunk his first ever cup of midgardian tea. It was where you'd allowed him, a complete stranger, to rest and heal.

It was where he'd returned to pester this annoying, intriguing little human being, a process within which he discovered you were possibly less annoying and entirely more intriguing than he'd initially assumed.

He trailed his fingers across the back of your sofa absent mindedly, staring at the rings on your coffee table. You had a habit of leaving half-drunk, cold cups of coffee on this table - hence, the rings - something that irked him to no end.

The long hairs on the cushion caught his eye, and he wondered where the furry little beast might be hiding. Your cat, Kenneth, did not like Loki, a sentiment he wholeheartedly reciprocated. If you weren't so fond of it, he would more than happily fling the little monster into some unreachable pocket of a distant dimension.

His eyes reached where you'd perched on the arm of your armchair, one leg stretched out in front of you. He allowed his gaze to lazily climb the length of your body, taking all of you in.

Gods, did he love your legs.

"I've missed you, darling." He grinned up at you.

"I've not seen you for two weeks, Loki." Your voice was slow, deliberate. "And you come to me now, because you need me?"

He bit his lip, you had him there. He never was quite sure how to gauge your emotions, never sure how you’d react. Everything you did was carefully considered.

Even after all this time with you, you were still something of an enigma to him. It was one of the things that had initially drawn him to you, one of the things that he loved about you.

"On the contrary, my sweet." His voice had dropped, so much so that he was almost purring. "I always need you."

"Don't you try to charm me, silvertongue." You raised one finger in front of you, pointing it at him; a warning.

"Is it working?" He raised one eyebrow at you as he spoke.

"I'll let you know." You grumbled.

A soft chuckle left his lips, crossing the distance between you in two strides, dropping to his knees before your outstretched legs. He glanced up at you inquisitively, a massive grin stretching across his face at your nod of confirmation.

Gently, he lifted his hands up so his fingertips pressed at your stomach, at the little gap of skin between the bottom of your jumper and the waistband of your jeans. His fingers slid gently under your jumper, taking the woolen garment with it until his palms were flat against your stomach.

"Hey, little one." He cooed. "I can't believe how tiny you are. I can barely see you."

You laughed quietly, bringing your hand down to rest on top of his much larger one. He kissed the soft skin of your slightly swollen belly, and the intimacy of the small gesture made your heart swell with love and affection for both him and the child growing inside you.

"I wonder if they'll be blue." You mused, running your fingers through the ends of his hair.

"Why, in the name of all things unholy," He looked up from his ministrations. "Would it be blue?"

"Because, you're, well, you know..." You waved your hands expressively. "Nevermind. I had a scan a few days ago, do you want to see?"

You fished in your back pocket, pulling out a small folded piece of paper.

Desperation was not something Thor was used to.

However, in that moment, it was exactly what he as feeling.

He'd crossed his legs, he'd shifted his weight from leg to leg uncomfortably. But however hard he tried, he just could not shift the feeling. He needed to go to the toilet, and he needed to go to the toilet badly.

As the age-old saying went, when you gotta go, you gotta go.

He'd uncomfortably wandered towards where he'd seen you and his brother wander off to.

What he was not expecting to see, was Loki knelt between your legs.

His hands flew up to his face, shielding his view. He'd seen this before, and it scarred him for life.

What even had he seen?

His brother, kneeling between the legs of a mortal woman. Your jeans, he noted, were entirely done up.

Loki was kissing your stomach, caressing it, a dark piece of paper clutched in his other hand.

"Your daddy loves you so, so much," His brother had whispered to your stomach. "But don't give your mummy too much grief, ok?"

Words escaped Thor.

This woman Loki had brought him to, was pregnant. With Loki's child.

He cleared his throat, startling both you and his brother. Loki scrambled to his feet, anxious about being caught in such an intimate moment with you.

"I needed the toilet." Thor's voice came out in a much higher pitch than his intention.

"On your left." Loki's voice was barely a croak, his voice hoarse.

"I'm okay," His voice came out in a more nervous way than he was expecting. "Congratulations are in order, I think?"

"Yes." Loki's voice was gruff, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Thank you, brother."

"Thank you, Thor." You smiled warmly at the god.

"Anyway," Loki was evidently in a hurry to change the subject. "Do you know where the Allfather is?"

"He's in Norway. That's all I know. He's hidden himself well." You rubbed your chin thoughtfully. "But I do know a man who might be able to tell you more."

Loki's lips curled into a satisfied grin.

Thor's state of confusion remained long after they left your house. He was, as the mortals would say, totally gobsmacked.

Unable to provide the location of Odin, you'd handed Loki a neatly folded piece of paper. As far as Thor knew, his brother had not yet opened it.

Loki had kissed you passionately before he left, an uncharacteristic display of affection and one that made Thor deeply uncomfortable. He'd cleared his throat in a pitiful attempt to stifle a laugh, met only by his brother's middle finger in his face.

Rude.

He glanced at his brother as they walked. He'd not said a word since they’d left, but his hair was mussed from your fingers and his cheeks flushed from your embrace.

“I’m shocked.” He mused. “A woman - an attractive woman - likes you.”

“Harsh.” Loki frowned. “And she didn’t, at first. Like me, that is.”

“Smart woman.” He chuckled, eliciting a punch from the taller of the two.

In his many, many years of existence, he would never have guessed that Loki would be the first of the two of them to become a dad. He never would’ve even imagined his brother as a father in his wildest dreams.

In all honesty, he had never imagined a woman taking Loki as her lover.

He shuddered at the mental image. Yeugh.

“Congratulations, I guess.” A sudden fondness overwhelmed him. “Dad.”

“They are everything to me.” Loki’s voice was clear, concise in a way he had never before heard from his mischievous brother - he was, after all, the God of Lies. “I would gladly give my life to save theirs. I’d give yours, for that matter.”

“Your sentiment is touching.” He grunted. “Anyway, where are we even going, brother?”

He turned to his suit-clad little brother, watching him withdraw the piece of folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it carefully, revealing your delicate, printed writing.

S. Holmes

221B, Baker Street, London.

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gingerwritess · 4 years

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What would Elliot's first word be and how would Loki react? Btw love your writing❤️

nobody move or you’ll scare the content away

ugh i am so sorry i haven’t been able to write much! thank anyone who stuck around! i’ve been having to focus mostly on my school related writing (plus got a job so woo!) and its definitely not slowing down anytime soon, but here’s a little something i did manage to get out.

i don’t think i’ll ever get over the idea of Loki being a dad

A light that isn’t supposed to be on is on in the kitchen.

Every night, you turn out all of the lights in the house but a dim lamp by Loki’s bedside, so this one is foreign enough to rouse you from your rest and wake you to the point of realizing that your husband is gone.

Grabbing your robe off the floor, you slip it on as you pad down the hallway, stifling a yawn. Not only has your baby on a strange, reversed sleep schedule, but Loki doesn’t seem to need sleep either. This isn’t the first time he’s been up and about in the wee hours of the night.

Maybe another nightmare, maybe just a messed up inner alarm clock…you never know.

Shadows dance across the walls before you even reach the doorway, and Loki speaks in a hushed little baby voice.

“I love you, Elliot! My little blue baby, I love you!”

You pause in the doorway before he can see you.

On the floor with his back to a cupboard, Loki, gloriously jötun and clad in only a pair of loose silk pants, sits crisscross and holds your tiny son in his hands out in front of him.

Elliot is cooing happily and squirming in Loki’s hands, his hands large enough to comfortably take the place of the little baby’s bed, and he brings him closer to place the gentlest kiss on his delicate forehead.

You peek your head in through the doorway for a better look.

Oh. Elliot’s blue, too.

The golden kitchen light softens Loki’s jötun skin to a sky blue and his eyes to almost pink, and if you didn’t already love him, he’d be terrifying. But in your kitchen murmuring to his son how they’re going to help each other and saying I love you like a prayer, he’s a work of art.

Blue and etched with markings, cold and blood-eyed, you know your son will look like him, too, all sharp angles and structure and untouchable as a knife.

Dangerous but beautiful as the winter.

“I love you, Elliot.”

He gurgles in response and kicks a chubby foot in Loki’s face, three of his tiny toes the same blue as his father.

Loki catches the little foot and kisses it, bending his knees to rest the baby against his thighs. “Do you think I’m getting better at this?” he whispers. “We can keep having these little rendezvous, I think they’ve been helping.”

Tugging the robe tighter around you, you fight back another yawn and lean as close through the doorway as you can manage without interrupting.

“I love you,” he repeats, holding Elliot up and running the tip of his finger along the four marks on his left eyebrow, curving softly above his pinkish-red eye. “Don’t worry, I have those ones, too.”

You watch him shift back to his aesir form, Elliot following suit when Loki kisses his chubby cheek—then he shifts back to jötun, resting his forehead against his son’s until the two of them are blue again—or at least, splotched with blue.

There in the dim light, Loki does it again, murmuring how he loves him and switching back and forth between their two forms.

“You are a very pretty colour,” he whispers with a small smile. He sounds like you do whenever he’s in this form, trying to convince him of his beauty. “Your mother thinks so, too. She’s very strange.”

Elliot gazes up at him with those big red eyes and sticks his toes in his mouth.

“That’s very insightful of you, Elliot.”

The baby giggles. “Ah-loo.”

Your heart stops and Loki’s voice dies in his throat.

“What?”

“Ah-loo!”

Loki scrambles to pull himself off the floor, a beaming grin spreading over his blue face. “What, Elliot?”

Your son keeps giggling and still half asleep, you don’t think to run to them before Loki’s running into you in the doorway, crashing into you while Elliot’s first word bubbles from his throat.

“Loki, that’s his first—”

“I was just coming to wake you,” Loki interrupts excitedly, landing a kiss that doesn’t quite follow through to your cheek. “Shh, shh, listen—who’s the cutest bluest baby?”

Held out in front of you in Loki’s hands, Elliot sticks out his tiny tongue and blows a spit bubble. “Ah-loo!”

“Loki,” you laugh, and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind him, you can’t think of anything more that needs to be said; right now, Elliot is the only one with something to say, and he does.

“Ah-loo,” he giggles again, more than thrilled to see his mother watching him over Loki’s shoulder at this hour. “Ah-loo.”

Loki’s lips settle into the gentlest smile, gazing down at his son, and he leans his head against yours.

“Well, it’s not dad or ma,” he says and you know he’s still thrilled, “but I’ll take it. Whatever he means by ‘ah-loo.’”

The sound leaves Loki’s mouth and is immediately followed by another little gurgle from Elliot, and the two of them go back and forth a few times, ah-loo-ing each other until you can’t take the cuteness anymore and steal a thorough kiss from each of them.

“I’m so glad we didn’t miss this,” you sigh, following suit as Loki lowers himself back onto the kitchen floor, still crooning over your baby.

“Me either.” Loki sounds starstruck, red eyes glittering and blue skin absolutely freezing when you snuggle up against his chest so you can stare at Elliot, too. “Ah-loo, hm? What is that supposed to mean?”

Tiny hands reach for the both of you and he gives a happy little squeal. “Ah-loo.”

“Maybe he’s saying hello,” you whisper and run a hand over Loki’s chest. “Maybe he’s already developing your accent and says hello like an old British man.”

“An old British man,” he repeats with a frown. “And here I thought you liked my voice.”

Not liking that frown one bit, you dig your fingers into the soft bare skin of his side and Loki squirms, biting back a shout of laughter.

“I love you,” you huff and tickle him once more for good measure, “and every little thing about you. Especially your voice.”

Loki laughs, bops a finger gently on Elliot’s tiny nose, and turns to press a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, too.”

Little chubby arms reach for you again. “Ah-loo!”

The three of you huddle there on the kitchen floor until you get too cold against Loki’s icy skin and convince him to come back to bed—bringing Elliot with you, of course.

Loki eventually shifts back to aesir form and you gratefully cuddle up to his chest, right next to your little son, who has finally stopped squirming and seems to be settling down on Loki’s chest as well for the last few hours of sleep.

“I love you,” Loki murmurs, one hand on Elliot’s back as the other gently traces down your cheek.

You mumble it back and grab his chin to steal a kiss, and Elliot gurgles one last “ah-loo” into Loki’s chest.

You’ve barely started to consider it a kiss when your eyes fly open in shock.

“Ah-loo,” you gasp and break away from Loki with a smack. “I love you.”

“I love you, too?”

“No,” you laugh, and Elliot opens his eyes once more to beam up at you. “He’s saying I love you, Loki.”

Loki falls silent and you think that may have broken him, but then he wraps his arms around the baby and hugs him as tight as he possibly can without hurting the little guy.

“I love you,” he says again, this time hesitating, curious if that’s really it—

“Ah-loo!”

That’s better than any variation of “ma” or “da” that you and Loki could’ve hoped for.

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Summer Breeze - Chapter 5

Fandom: Marvel - Black Panther

Pairing: T’Challa Udaku X Jenna Dawson (Black!OC)

Warnings: Smut, Violence, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!). This is an adult fic with adult themes! Minors DNI! Please do not repost/copy/translate/claim my work as your own or share it to other platforms.

THIS IS AN ALTERNATE WORLD - MORE HEAVILY COMIC FOCUSED

Summary: Jenna had only thought she was getting an escape from the dreariness of her everyday life. She did not expect to meet a handsome stranger wandering the jungle. This summer was going to get a lot more interesting.

Chapter 5 - Signs

It was a beautiful day; not too hot or humid.

Jenna was able to sunbathe in a white, lace romper with her braids pulled to one side. She scribbled in the large ream of paper in her lap, crossing out sentences and scribbling notes in the margins. They may not have internet here, but at least they had a fully stocked printer. Jenna was relieved; her piece was big enough now that she felt it was easier to edit and revise on paper than on the computer.

She did feel bad for wasting paper though.

“I did not know you were a writer.”

She really shouldn’t get startled so easily. Yet, her body still jolted at T’Challa’s voice, causing her pen to clatter to the stone tiles next to the pool.

She looked up, peering at him through her sunglasses. He was wearing another sleeveless tunic today, the color a dark, rich purple with golden thread embroidered around the edges. There were silver bands around his biceps and he wore jeans this time. It took her a moment, so lost in staring at the enticing image he made that she didn’t realize he was standing there, holding her pen out to her. She felt hot again and took the pen back from him.

“Thanks.”

He smiled again, the edges crinkling around his eyes. She looked down at her paper, trying to hide the smile of her own.

“What are you working on?”

“Nothing.”

“You looked very intent for it to be nothing.”

She shook her head and when he glanced at her bundle, she clasped it closer to her chest. She did not want to risk him looking at it.

At least not yet.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “It’s been two weeks.”

It was the end of June, and Jenna was counting down the days she would have to return home. This time, her heart sank for a completely different reason.

“Did you miss me?” he teased.

“Yes.”

His brows rose at her admission. She gave him a small smile, tucking a loose braid behind one ear. It was small, but something had changed in her. Maybe it was that stupid, drunken dream that she couldn’t get out of her head.

So, she could admit, at least to herself that she had a crush on T’Challa. That didn’t mean she knew what to do about it.

“I want to say thank you.”

“You already have.”

She sighed.

“I know, but I mean….look, you have been….I’ve been…”

“You’re not used to this, are you?” he wondered.

“Used to what?”

“Being honest about your feelings.”

She fiddled with her pen between her fingers.

“Not really, no.”

“Strange, considering that is part of your abilities.”

She frowned at him.

“How do you know that?”

“I can sense you, entle,” he remarked. “Whenever you reach out to me.”

She gave him a startled look.

“How?” she demanded. “No one….that isn’t possible!”

He shrugged.

“It may be a little difficult to explain. But I wanted to know, can you show me how your powers work?”

She snorted.

“I think you’ve already gotten the crash course.”

He sat down next to her, moving so quickly that she jumped slightly. He took her hand into his own.

“I want to see you,” he murmured. “When you are not hiding from me.”

“I’m not.”

They both knew that was a lie. But there was an eagerness to him that had her curious.

“Why? I mean all of a sudden. You haven’t asked before.”

“I was not sure how you would react,” he admitted. “You can be rather temperamental.”

“No, I’m not!”

He gave her a look.

“Okay, maybe sometimes, but I’m normally not like this.”

“What are you normally like?”

“I…”

She blew out a breath and tugged off her sunglasses. She had to squint against the sun as she tried to re-focus.

“Why are you so gungho about this all of a sudden?”

“Let us call it my repayment,” he explained.

She groaned. He had her there. He hadn’t asked anything of her up to this point.

“I knew this was a scam,” she mumbled. “You just wanted to check out my powers all along.”

She was clearly joking but he gave her a serious look.

“I do not want you to feel you cannot be yourself around me, Jenna,” he said.

She was struck by his sincerity, emotions swelling within her. She dropped her head, letting her braids swing forward to shield herself from his gaze.

It was already a month and half into her stay here and he had been a constant presence since the start of it. Yet, he seemed to be interested in her, despite her barbs and rebuffs. He made her laugh and he was helpful and considerate. And he could be just as stubborn as she was, not afraid to push back when she was being unreasonable.

She hadn’t sensed any maliciousness in him, any concealed threat or ill will that she was often so good at picking up. Yet, there were things she didn’t know about him. But he was good. That she knew. That’s what she chose to believe.

And if she could believe that of him then….

“Okay,” she said softly. “I’ll show you.”

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Her powers were a manifestation of her will and the energy that gave her life. She could connect that energy to other sources, could sense it in others and to an extent, could sense and control the emotions that went through them. Emotions were energy after all, as was everything.

When she opened herself to it, she could follow that river of life around her, let it flow freely. In those moments, she felt at her most powerful. Her energy glowed gold and when she gathered it around her, she did as well. It was why her eyes light up, why her hands would shimmer as she focused it in her palms. The more she focused, the stronger the buildup and the more powerful her blasts would be.

She demonstrated this to him in a clearing he had led her to; she had warned him that things could get a little destructive and she didn’t want to cause any more damage to the villa.

Away from the building, she was able to blast at a nearby tree, the smell of smoke and singed wood wafting in the area as it blew apart under her focus. She used her energy to create a shield around them, keeping the billowing debris from injuring them.

When she was finished, she dropped her hands and turned to look at him.

T’Challa was smiling, his expression so delighted, that she looked away, embarrassed. He clucked his tongue at her.

“Why are you looking like that?” he asked. “You are amazing.”

The heat beneath her skin grew even hotter and she wrapped her arms around herself. She could feel his sincerity but it still felt hollow to her.

“There are a lot of people who don’t think so,” she said.

“I have found what most people think are irrelevant.”

She shook her head, her eyes trained on the ground.

“Not everyone.”

T’Challa regarded her for a moment before he moved to pull her into his arms.

“I cannot imagine the hurt that must come from how your mother treated you, but Jenna, what she thinks of you is not your truth.”

She took in a shuddering breath.

“We are more than what our parents want us to be,” he continued softly. “Though it is hard to remember this, at times.”

She lifted her gaze to meet his own.

“What do your parents want you to be?”

He gave her a sad smile.

“Sometimes, I don’t think I know anymore.”

She sighed and pressed her face into his neck, letting him wrap his arms more securely around her. She let him hold her, comforted by his presence.

“T’Challa?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you feel different?”

She felt his confusion and she reached up a hand and placed it against his chest. His heart thudded steadily, his energy pulsing and warm. Comforting.

“Your energy feels so much warmer somehow,” she said softly. “I’ve never felt anyone who feels like that.”

He rubbed his hands up and down her arms but did not answer. She lifted her head, her gaze searching his own.

“You know, you’re not that forthcoming yourself.”

He grinned.

“No, but that’s part of the fun, as you say, eh?”

She rolled her eyes and he chuckled. He angled his head, his lips brushing lightly along her own. She grew still in his arms, but did not pull away when he did it again.

When his lips pressed against hers fully, she let herself relax as she accepted the kiss. It was chaste, before he pressed his lips to both sides of her mouth before capturing her lips again. She was pulled flush against him when he kissed her the third time, his tongue swiping out against her bottom lip.

She gasped when he bit it lightly, before his tongue soothed the sting. She parted her lips for him and his tongue slid inside, exploring her mouth as his hand came up to cup the back of her neck..

His mouth slotted over her own, the kiss turning wet and passionate. It left a heat of desire pooling in her lower belly, her hands clinging to him. His hands shaped the curve of her hips, then down to squeeze the flesh of her ass. When he sucked her tongue into his mouth, she moaned, her hands curling against his biceps.

He angled her neck and she let out a sigh as he placed heated kisses along the column of her throat, his tongue tracing her pounding pulse. Her eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the heat of the moment.

A sudden chime startled her and she felt T’Challa grow stiff. She opened her eyes to find that his beaded bracelet was chiming and glowing.

“I didn’t know your bracelet could do that.”

T’Challa scowled and with a flick of his wrist, it stopped.

“What was that?” she asked. “Oh! Is that like some fancy new Stark watch?”

T’Challa muttered in his native tongue under his breath.

“Huh?”

“No,” he said dryly. “It isn’t.”

Funny, but she got the sense that her comparison had insulted him.

“Okay, so what was it?” she insisted.

But he was pulling away from her, his face resigned.

“I am sorry, entle, but I have to go.”

Her brows rose, disbelief coloring her features.

“Now?” she asked. “You do not kiss a woman like that and just bounce!”

She pursed her lips at him and he chuckled, swiping his thumb across her bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, entle, I plan on continuing this but…”

“You have to attend to other matters, right?”

He gave her a lopsided smile and she sighed.

“Fine, go do whatever secret stuff you don’t want to tell me about.”

When she pulled away, he held her firm. She gave him a curious look which he returned with that serious expression of his.

“I mean it, Jenna. We will continue this.”

There was a heated promise in his gaze and she felt that she could only nod. That’s where she was at this point; nonverbal communication.

He smiled brightly and pulled her in for another quick kiss.

“Come,” he said stepping away, but keeping a grip on her arm. “Let me take you back home. I wouldn’t want you tripping over yourself.”

“Oh, you are never going to let that go, are you?”

“Of course not,” he said, flashing her a wink. “It is how we met after all.”

He said it as if they would have many more stories to tell.

Jenna found herself hoping they would.

#T'Challa #T'Challa X OC #Summer Breeze

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buckybeardreams · 3 years

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Unwanted

Chapters: 5/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him.

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11

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Tony bit his lip, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was sticking up in weird places from trying and failing to sleep last night. There were bags under his eyes that made him look like he hadn't slept in weeks and, well, really that wasn't too far off. Sometimes he drank enough to pass out for a little bit here and there, but he never just got a solid night's sleep. To be fair, Tony didn't sleep all that well even before he found his soulmate and then pretty much rejected him by never calling him.

Tony didn't sleep well when he was alone, but even when he wasn't and he did fall asleep instead of tossing and turning restlessly before giving up and going for a cup of coffee, Tony didn't sleep more then five hours tops unless he was passed out drunk. So maybe that's one of the reasons that he drinks so much.

He wasn't drinking right now, well, not much. He had a couple of beers, but that was nothing. Just a little something to take the edge off before he went to re-meet Brock's new mate. Tony sighed, took one last look at his disheveled appearance and flinched away from it, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch before heading out.

It was a cold day, windy and blustery with clouds hanging overhead that threatened to soak the inhabitants of the city as they walked down the street in large groups, pushing and shoving, each desperate to get where they're going before the rain ruined their hair or makeup. Tony was far less concerned and when the rain did come down and he was left with wet hair clinging to him and soaked clothes and a gloomy atmosphere that the rain couldn't wash away, well, he thought at least his hair wasn't sticking up all over the place.

He showed up on Brock's doorstep and was relieved when it was Brock who opened the apartment door. Brock was grinning, but it faltered slightly when he saw Tony.

"Hey, you okay?"

Tony nodded.

"Yeah, 'course. Now are you gonna invite me in or make me stay out in the hall for dinner?" Tony said, trying and failing to sound like his usual snarky self.

Brock still looked concerned, but he nodded and stepped aside to let Tony in.

"Yeah, of course, come in."

Tony entered into a small hall, kicking off his shoes before heading further into the apartment. He froze when he saw Steve sitting on the couch next to Sam. Tony's heart raced in his chest and his mind was thrown through a loop, because what the fuck was his soulmate doing here?

"Tony, this is Steve, Sam's friend." Brock watched him anxiously, wondering how he would react.

Steve was staring at Tony, clearly just as caught off guard as Tony was. Steve looked far more put together than Tony did, like he wasn't completely miserable about his mate rejecting him, and didn't that just make Tony feel way worse about looking like a wet rat. Sam's confusion quickly gave way to understanding as he put the pieces together. Anthony, who works at a bar, and is Steve's soulmate. Of course it would be Tony. By the looks of it Brock was already aware of this. Sam sent Brock a stern look and Brock returned it with a sheepish one.

"What?" Brock asked innocently, going to settle in his Alpha's lap.

Sam rolled his eyes, but hugged him close. Tony and Steve were still staring at each other, neither one moving or saying anything. Tony was the one to break the silence after a few more awkwardly drawn out moments.

"No, you're not Steve." Tony shook his head in denial. "You can't be Steve."

Steve's mouth opened and closed a few times like he was trying to say something, but couldn't quite get the words out.

"I am... um, Steve," Steve managed to get out, blushing over how awkward it was.

Tony rubbed at his temples and shook his head again.

"No, I can't- I can't do this right now."

Tony headed straight back to the door, grabbing his shoes, not even bothering to put them on, and walked out. Steve whimpered, looking hurt and lost and like he kinda wanted to chase after Tony, but was also afraid of just being rejected again. Brock just groaned, grumbling under his breath about being way too fucking stubborn before heading after Tony.

"That's- That was my soulmate," Steve said, somehow sounding both shocked and heartbroken.

"Yeah, I kinda got that," Sam said, resting a hand on Steve's shoulder. "You okay, man?"

Steve swallowed and nodded, but truthfully, he had no fucking clue if he was okay or not. He was completely blindsided by the sudden appearance and then just as sudden disappearance of his soulmate and he had no clue how to feel about that. He thought devastated might be the right word, but then somehow that didn't seem like it fit at all. Steve felt like he was dying, and no, he did not think that was an exaggeration.

*****

"Tony, stop!" Brock called out to him. "Don't make me run after you."

Tony groaned, coming to a halt at the end of the hall and turning to glare at Brock.

"You knew," Tony accused.

"I did, or at least I was like ninety percent sure about it."

"You should have told me. You know how I feel about Alphas."

"I know, but you told me-"

"I know what I said!" Tony snapped. "Don't use my own words against me. I confided in you and you used it against me."

Tony swallowed back the lump in his throat, feeling betrayed and confused. He wanted an Alpha, but he didn't want the things that inevitably would follow, like being controlled or looked down on. Most of all he was scared that Steve would be perfect and Tony wouldn't be good enough for him.

"Tony... I'm sorry, but I knew you were going to be stubborn about this. You told me that you regret not calling him. This is your chance to get to know him. You might like him if you give him a chance."

Tears pricked at Tony's eyes. He wasn't worried about not liking Steve, well, he was worried about that. Mostly though he was worried about falling too hard, too fast, only to be rejected. He wasn't the kind of Omega to just submit and say yes, sir. He had opinions and dreams and no intention of letting anyone else tell him how to live his life, but those weren't the kinds of things that most Alphas wanted in a mate.

"Tony, I've spent time with Steve and he's literally the softest Alpha I've ever met, and I'm mated to Sam so that's really saying something. My Alpha is totally wrapped around my finger."

Tony smiled a little at that.

"Sam does seem nice... for an Alpha," Tony teased.

Brock laughed and nudged his shoulder.

"He is and Steve is too. Just talk to him, Tony. See what happens."

Tony groaned, but let Brock lead him back to the apartment. Steve was still in shock, only a few minutes having passed since Tony walked out. It wasn't nearly enough time to process what had happened and suddenly Tony reappeared. Tony shifted on his feet, his hand slipped into Brock's, his palm sweaty. Brock squeezed his hand encouragingly and leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

"Do you want some space?"

Tony licked his lips, not sure he wanted this at all, but he owed himself this. He needed to at least try or he'd always be left wondering if it could have worked out. Besides, Brock was not going to let this go until Tony at least gave it a try. He swallowed down his fears and nodded. Brock nodded, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and pulled Sam deeper into the apartment. Steve and Tony stared at each other and it started to feel tense and awkward.

Tony groaned.

"We need to talk."

Steve looked nervous, certain that Tony was about to reject him, but he nodded.

"I don't like Alphas," Tony blurted out when the silence dragged on.

Steve flinched like Tony had slapped him.

"Oh," Steve said, unable to hide his disappointment.

He just knew that his Omega was about to reject him and Steve wasn't sure he would survive the rejection.

"Yeah..." Tony said. "I'm willing to give this a try though, but if you try to go all Alpha on me..."

Tony shook his head and Steve's brows furrowed.

"I don't like the way Alphas feel entitled to an Omega's body. Like Omegas are beneath them and only there for an Alpha's pleasure."

Steve bit his lip, not wanting to get his hopes up. He was pretty sure his Omega was suggesting that he wanted to be the dominant one in their relationship. Or maybe he was just saying he didn't want to submit to an asshole Alpha. Either way, Steve could definitely work with this.

"I would never force myself on you, Anthony."

"Tony."

Steve blinked at him in surprise before smiling softly. He didn't want to assume that Tony was comfortable enough with him to use a nickname, but it touched Steve to know that his Omega was trying. Tony wanted to give this a try even if he was worried about it and that was enough for Steve. He would be the best Alpha ever, because he would be exactly what Tony needed him to be. He knew already that he'd give Tony anything he wanted and he'd try his best to be whatever Tony wanted him to be.

"Tony," He breathed out.

The word rolled off his tongue like velvet and Tony felt all fluttery inside. He cleared his throat, feeling the urge to escape the foreign sensation.

"How old are you even?" Tony blurted out, feeling awkward and uncertain in a way that he hated feeling. He was so not used to the warm feeling inside of him or the desire to go to Steve and touch him and be held close.

Steve blinked at the question, caught off guard by it.

"Um, I'm not that young."

Tony raised a brow at him and Steve squirmed.

"You look young," Tony pointed out.

"I'm legal!" Steve said defensively.

"So you're what? Eighteen?"

Steve looked down at his feet, looking awfully small for a six foot, two hundred pound hunk of pure muscle. Tony took that to be a yes.

"You're what? Ten years younger than me?" Tony said, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're practically still a pup. I can't date you."

Steve pouted.

"I don't want to date you. I want to mate with you. I want you to be mine."

"That's infinitely worse," Tony said, flinging his hands up in exasperation. "You do realize that right? That's so much worse."

"No, it's not. There's nothing wrong with an age gap, besides no one would judge us for it. The goddess chose you for me," Steve insisted.

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Or maybe she chose you for me. Ever thought that maybe it's not the Alpha that owns the Omega, but the Omega that owns the Alpha?" Tony snarked.

Steve blushed.

"Okay," Steve said, a little breathless. "I'll be yours, if only you'll have me."

Tony narrowed his eyes at him.

"You'd let me own you?"

"God, yes. Please, just don't reject me."

Tony licked his lips.

"Okay, come here, pup ."

Steve's blush deepened at being called a pup, but he didn't object to it. The moment Steve was within reach Tony grabbed his shirt and slammed their lips together, turning them so he could shove Steve up against the wall. Tony's hair was still dripping wet and his shirt was drenched. It got Steve wet, soaking through his own sweater, but he didn't care.

"Okay, then, pretty Alpha. You want to play, then let's play," Tony said, coming as close to a growl as an Omega could.

Steve gasped when Tony's hand grasped him in between his legs and groped him through his pants. His face lit up bright red and Tony smirked at his blushing Alpha. He was so fucking sweet. Tony thought that maybe, just maybe, this could work out, but they were going to have to agree on one very important thing if there was going to be any chance of them mating.

"Let's be clear, I still want your knot, but I'm in charge here and you do what I say or I'll throw you out and you won't get another chance."

Steve swallowed, nodding rapidly.

"Yes, sir."

Tony smirked, licking his lips.

"Good boy," Tony purred in his ear, his tongue darting out to lick his neck, his teeth sharp on his skin.

Steve whimpered, his head falling to the side to give his Omega better access. Clearly, the goddess knew what she was doing when she paired them up, because this was better than Steve had dared to hope for. Steve had always been excited about having a mate, but he had always thought he'd present as an Omega. When he didn't, he was concerned that he'd never be a good enough Alpha, but the moment he saw Tony in that bar he knew that he was in love, knew that he'd do anything to please this man.

Now here they were and Tony wanted him, wanted to use him, and Steve was in heaven. There was nothing that he wanted more than to please Tony, to be used by him, to be ordered around by his pretty little Omega.

Tony tried not to think about how young and naive Steve was. He didn't want to admit that a part of him was thrilled to be more experienced, to be the one teaching his Alpha about pleasure. It was pretty obvious that Steve had no experience, because when Tony kissed him Steve had no idea what he was doing. He had no rhythm and he clearly didn't know what to do with his tongue when Tony licked at his lips and dove inside his mouth. Tony thought it was cute though. Steve squirmed and whimpered, his blush spreading down his neck, and Tony ate it all up.

"Fuck, you're cute," Tony groaned when he pulled away. "Maybe I'll keep you after all."

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lilydalexf · 4 years

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with VivWiley

VivWiley has X-Files stories at more archives than I could list, but you can find the biggest collection (30 stories) at AO3. She's been prolific and around the fandom for a long time. I've recced some of my favorites of her stories here before, including Autumn's Threshold and Equilibrium. Big thanks to VivWiley for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

It does and it doesn’t. As someone who is always discovering new shows and new fandoms, I know that one of the first things I do is go hunting for the related fic. I love the ways that fanfic can fill in missing gaps, give us other POVs, and just generally help us see characters that we love (or are growing to love) in new lights. The X-Files, in particular, left so many freaking plot holes and jumps in logic, that I suppose it’s logical that people newly discovering TXF would gravitate to the fic.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

First, I should say that my “fandom” experience was really limited to the fanfic for TXF. I didn’t get involved in discussions about the actors, the show runners, etc. Nor did I go to any of the conventions. But, from the fanfic experience, I remain astonished by how many smart, funny, wonderful women I met (sorry, guys, I know you were out there, but I mostly didn’t get to know you), and how many of them are still close friends. My life would be infinitely less interesting and rich without all those friendships.

I also took away from that experience a confidence in my own creativity that I didn’t previously have. I have done a great deal of professional writing throughout my career – policies, reports, protocols – but TXF fic writing allowed me to exercise a whole other part of my brain and heart. It was fun and also felt like another way of learning and building a skill set I’d lacked.

Finally, I say that it was an early exposure for me to both the good and ill that online communities can foster. There so many amazing acts of kindness and support. One of my friends organized the Beta Readers Circle, a group of volunteer fic editors who would read and help you with stories on everything from grammar to “is this character acting in character” questions. I both used and volunteered with the BRC. On the flip side, some of the discussion threads on the email lists could get a bit ugly. Forerunner to the comment threads on today’s posts. So, humanity in a nutshell, right?

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

I initially discovered XF fic through a Washington Post article that was trying to drum up interest in the World Wide Web (as it was then talked about). Every week, they featured a list of “hey you might find this cool/interesting” sites, and one week one of the sites they listed was the Gossamer archive. I dove in and emerged utterly hooked. I also discovered one of the early fic mailing lists (the name of which now escapes me), and from there I began sending feedback, which allowed me to start building relationships with authors, etc. I later joined other mailing lists like Scullyfic, Sparky’s Doghouse, etc. I never connected with atxc or the message boards, really.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

The characters! Particularly Scully, at first. It was clear from almost the beginning that the “story arc” (or the notion that there actually was an arc) was pure fiction, but I loved the relationships between the characters, the nuances that so many of them had, and the interplay of the notion of skeptic-believer could have. And, of course, later on, Skinner was a personal favorite. [Lilydale note: VivWiley wrote a number of really great fics featuring Skinner.]

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

In many ways I think about TXF and TXF fandom in the same way I think about fond memories from high school or college. Something that helped shape who I am today, in ways that aren’t always straight-forwardly apparent. I still don’t really get involved (or care TBH) about the lives of the actors, the politics of the show construction, etc. I keep in touch with a large number of fandom alumni, and we will still occasionally reference the show, but our real-life connections have long-since overtaken TXF as our common denominator.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I read and wrote in several other fandoms post-XF, but nothing ever grabbed me in the same way, and I certainly never found the kind of real community that I did through XF.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I think I’m drawn to characters who are human – flawed, nuanced, neither purely good nor purely evil – and who are ultimately driven by higher principle or purpose, even as they make mistakes along the way. From early days, King Arthur was a particular favorite, as are Raederle from the Riddle Master of Hed series (Patricia McKillip), Sam Vines (Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series), and Codi Noline (Animal Dreams, Barbara Kingsolver).

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

I did watch the most recent reboot/seasons of XF (and try not to think of them too much as I don’t need that kind of stress). I do think about Mulder, Scully and Skinner on occasion. Sometimes when the news reports something particularly weird or absurd, I wonder how Mulder and Scully would react to that, or amuse myself by thinking about how Skinner would be clenching his jaw and subtly undermining the current misuse of federal law enforcement resources.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I still read a lot of fic. I kind of cycle through fandoms. I read a lot of Marvel stuff, but have gone through other fic cycles. I tend to find an author I like and then follow them into other fandoms. That is, if I can find characters and stories in those fandoms that call to me.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

I’m a really old school XF ficcer, so some of the folks who drew me into the genre were writers like Madeleine Partous, Parrotfish, Meredith, MustangSally, Rivka, etc.

There are so, so many other writers and authors I could mention, so I think I’ll just stick to some of my early favs.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

In XF, my favorite is Equilibrium. It was the most plotting I’d done, and one where I wrote from several POVs and where I had to really let the characters tell the story. In order to avoid spoilers, I’ll just say that there was a moment where a character did something I thought was really stupid, and I actually quit writing the story for about a week during which I argued with the character. Then I had to go back and just let the story unfold. It’s the only time I’ve ever actually shed tears while writing a scene, but at the end of the day (end of the story?) it was the correct decision for the story I was writing.

Of other fandoms in which I’ve written, I think Fieldstripping (Farscape) and Gravity is not Responsible for your Fall (Firefly/Serenity) are ones where I felt I got it most “right.”

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I actually have a long Skinner-related story that I’ve been threatening to write for about 10 years. I have it 80% outlined and a very clear picture of the first and last scenes…. I just need to find the energy and focus to sit down and start writing. I think I finally tracked down all my old fic and it’s posted up to AO3.

What's the story behind your pen name?

Which one? Ha! I’ve had a few. Viv Wiley is a weird one – it just sort of came to me while driving one day. Not entirely sure where it came from, just settled into my brain while at a stoplight in Northern Virginia (where I was living at the time). I ultimately consolidated all my fic under that name.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

Some friends and family know. I’m judicious in who I tell. I think people find it surprising, and of course, up until 5 years ago or so, I’d have to explain what fanfic is to most folks. Now it’s so mainstream that I think if I were to tell someone new about it they wouldn’t be that surprised.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

Everything is on AO3 under VivWiley

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

At the end of the day, what I care about is stories. I think about the Doctor Who quote: We’re all stories in the end, just make it a good one. I am so grateful for all the nooks, crannies, and giant chasms of plot holes that the XF writers left for us to fill in. Through that filling in, I discovered so many other wonderful stories, and wonderful writers and people.

(Posted by Lilydale on September 8, 2020)

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #vivwiley #xf fanfic author interviews

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this-fucking-shit · 4 years

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Birthday Redemption (1/2)

Part 2

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday. Should be a happy day, right? Well, every year, something seems to just go wrong. So reader stopped celebrating. Steve finds out it’s her birthday and tries to do something for her, only for things to go horribly wrong. But he’s determined to make this day amazing.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

A/N: I can’t guarantee it’s good, but it’s a start after such a long hiatus, right? I feel like I sped through it way too fast because there were details I just didn’t know how to write. Oh well. Depending on how well this goes, I might post a part 2. I have a lot in mind for this. It’s not gonna be a series, but I have a bit more that I might add.

It was that day again. That day that came every year that you dreaded oh so much. Maybe you could chalk it up to bad luck, but at this point in your life, it felt more like you were cursed. It was like the universe had a vendetta for something you had done in a past life, and this was its way of getting revenge. So to avoid any more heartache, you just acted as if the event of your birthday never existed.

So how the hell did we get here?

You had been on your way home from work, thankful that none of your coworkers were aware of your birthday. It felt like you had made it home free. As you round the corner to your apartment, you see a large crowd on the sidewalk. Your steps slow as you notice the fire truck.

fuck

As you get closer to the crowd, you spot your neighbor Mrs.Bently, an older, retired woman with gray hair and a bit of a slouch. She bakes you cooking occasionally. She was sweet, always able to put a smile on your face just with her presence.

“Mrs.Bently,” You touched her shoulder to grab her attention, “What happened?”

“It seems that gentleman over there had started a small kitchen fire.” She pointed towards a man who had been talking to one of the firefighters. The moment your eyes landed on him, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

oh steve

Yes, the Steve Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America himself was the man talking to the firefighter. The two of you had become friends when he bumped into you on the sidewalk during your morning commute. Your coffee had spilled all over you. He insisted on buying you a new coffee and paying for your dry cleaning. In fact, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, not from lack of trying, though. Ever since he had been a prominent figure in your life.

No, he didn’t live in the same apartment building as you. He didn’t even have an apartment. He lived in the avengers compound. But you know what he did have?

A key to your apartment.

s h i t

You thanked your neighbor and rushed over to your dumb-ass of a friend just as the firefighter made his leave.

“Steve!” You called out to him. He turned his head, calling out your name in return.

“Nat!” His chest rose as he took a deep breath, anxiety clear in his eyes.

“What the hell happened?” You grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side, away from the crowd so you could hear him better.

“I...” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down. “I was trying to make you a birthday dinner...”

You blinked. You had no clue how to react to that. There were so many questions revolving around that statement, namely, “How did you know it was my birthday?” you asked.

He glanced up at you. “Mrs.Bently told me.”

Now you were even more confused. “How did Mrs.Bently know it was my birthday?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. Shaking your head, you pinched the bridge on your nose. “How bad is it?”

Steve bowed his head in shame. “Only the stove got damaged, nothing else. I promise I’ll pay for all the expenses.” He looked back up, catching your eye in a stare you couldn’t escape. “I’m really sorry, Nat. You’ve just been such a good friend to me, and I wanted to show how much you mean to me.”

Goddammit, how can you stay mad at him when he’s giving you those eyes? You’re just like putty in his hands. The way your heart swells hearing him say that it feels like you might burst into flames yourself.

At least the fire department is there, should you spontaneously combust.

A sigh escaped your lips, and you turned your head towards to fire engine just as it pulled away and drove off. The people from your building started flooding back inside while the onlookers continued on with their night. “Listen, my birthday has never been a very good day. Something always goes wrong, and it’s easier to just go on without celebrating.” You grab his hands and hold it in yours for some sort of reassurance. “I appreciate the thought, I really do, but please don’t ever try to celebrate my birthday again.”

The frown on his face become more prevalent with each word you spoke. You didn’t like how defeated he looked, but it was probably better to let him down now than to keep this going.

Suddenly, he returned his grip on your hands, shaking his head. “No,” he said. “No, we’re gonna go out, and we’re gonna make the remainder of your birthday incredible.” And just like that, he was pulling you towards the parking lot behind your building.

“Steve, no, let’s just go inside, clean up and watch a bad rom-com or something.”

You could see his motorcycle perfectly parked the farther you walked.

“I’m not taking no for an answer. We’re gonna go out for dinner, I’m gonna take you on a ride around the city, and then I’ll take you to this perfect spot I found where you can see the stars.”

He stopped at his bike and handed you the extra helmet the had in the compartment under his seat. You eyed it cautiously. “With my luck, on this day, riding on a motorcycle is only gonna lead to me getting hurt.”

Steve scoffed, “Oh c’mon. You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ve got you.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

With a sigh of defeat, you ask, “Fine, but we’re not going out for dinner and all that fancy shit. Just the star stuff, alright?”

“I’ll grab some Chinese takeout we can bring with us and eat there.”

You roll your eyes and smile. “Alright, alright. Can I at least change?”

He looked down at the clothes you had spent an entire day of work in and smiled, taking a step forward and placing a hand atop your head. “You look perfect as is, you don’t need to change.”

god, damn this man and what he does to you.

“Okay, but I’ve been working in them all day and would like to change into you something more comfortable.”

His eyes widened in realization, and he took a step back, nodding. You turned towards your building, lightly chuckling. You didn’t get very far before he was stopping you.

“Wait,” he turned to open the compartment under his seat where he had retrieved the second helmet and pulled out a duffel bag. “A fresh pair of sweats.” He handed them off to you.

You grabbed the bag. “Okay, I’ll just go up to my apartment to change then-”

“Or-” he interrupted you. “You can change in the bathroom of the Chinese place we go to while we wait for our stuff to be made?” You gave him a questioning look, and his shoulders sagged as he sighed, “I don’t want you to see the damage quite yet.”

again, god damn this man.

“Alright.” You handed the duffel back to him and grabbed the helmet he had offered beforehand and put it on. He smiled and stuffed the duffel back where he had grabbed it from, closed the compartment, and sat on the bike, you following behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

As he kicked the standoff and turned on the engine, your grip on him tightened. “If I die, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.”

He laughed, “Relax, darling. Like I said,” He gripped your hands clutching to his shirt, “I’ve got you.”

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