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Freaks

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Summary: Your abilities as a half Frost Giant terrify you, but you soon find out you’re not the only freak on Asgard.

A/N: I’ll hopefully get a couple more fics posted today, one will possibly be a second part to I Think We’re Gonna Like It Here. Also, thank you to @slutamores for requesting this, hope you like it :)

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You stared down at your shaking hands, trying to stop the tears splashing into your open palms. You were a freak, a monster. Those were the only thoughts going through your distraught mind as you glared at your icy blue skin, willing it to fade back to its usual colour. Curiously, you reached out and touched a flower growing nearby. You gasped in horror as it froze and wilted before your eyes. This garden had always been a safe haven for you; when you couldn’t control your powers, you could hide away from the rest of Asgard until you were in control again. Your mother had never seen fit to tell you that you were half Frost Giant, apparently “it didn’t change who you were”. You snorted in disbelief as you recalled her words; in your opinion, if it turned your skin blue and your eyes fiery red, it definitely changed who you were. You froze in fear as you heard the gate to the garden creak open. You prayed that it was just the wind, but there was no wind. You made to pull the sleeves of your dress over your hands to hide your frosty blue complexion, but you were relieved to see that it had faded away. “(Y/N)?” came a familiar voice from round the corner. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you got to your feet and walked slowly to where you’d heard the voice calling from. “Loki,” you greeted your friend. “I didn’t know you were coming here.” The raven haired prince’s thin lips formed a frown as he studied your face. “I saw you running from the great hall. I was worried about you.” You twisted your fingers together nervously. “As you can see, I’m fine.” He chuckled quietly. “(Y/N), you can’t lie to me. You can’t beat me at my own game.” He reached out slowly and took your hand in his. You watched in horror, expecting your touch to hurt and freeze his pale skin. He tilted his head to the side curiously. “(Y/N), please tell me what troubles you,” he whispered. “I hate seeing you upset.” At his words, your mask crumbled. Tears welled in your eyes, and you snatched your hand from his grasp. “I’m a freak, a monster,” you whispered. “Look.” You held your palm up to face him, and concentrated with all your power to change your skin. You felt the familiar icy burn as your skin became rough and cold, your eyes stinging with tears as they turned blood red. You couldn’t bear to look at his face and see the fear, the disgust, in his eyes. Your eyes snapped up to lock on your hand as Loki placed his palm flat against yours. Your mouth hung half open in disbelief as you took in the blue swirls and ridges adorning his previously deathly pale skin. Slowly, your eyes moved up to look into his eyes. His ruby red eyes. “You’re not the only freak around here,” he said quietly. You watched, unable to from words, as he linked his fingers with yours carefully, still holding them up for you to see. “See? We’re the same.” You frowned slightly. “But if you’re a Frost Giant, that must mean-,” “I am not a son of Odin,” he finished, smiling sadly. “Unfortunate, isn’t it?” “How do you hide it?” you asked shyly. “I can’t control it, it feels like it controls me.” Pity flickered across his face, and you watched as his skin faded back to ivory. His clear blue eyes never left yours, which were still a glassy red. You felt hot tears welling in them; you didn’t feel so confident when it was just you looking like a monster. “It takes time,” he told you, squeezing your icy hand in his. You expected him to flinch, but his expression didn’t change. “I will help you as best I can.” You nodded, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. “I thought you would hate me,” you half-laughed. You couldn’t help it; you’d spent weeks terrified that he would turn his back on you. “I could never hate you,” Loki said gently. “How could I hate you, when you’ve made me realise I’m not alone?” As he said that, you felt your skin warming, and you nearly cried out in relief as it faded back to its normal tone. You were suddenly aware of the fact that Loki was still holding your hand, and you felt your cheeks burning red. It was just one extreme to the other with you today. “Next time this happens, call for me and I will help you,” he told you as you both moved to sit on a nearby marble bench. You smiled gratefully, running your thumb across his knuckles gently. “Thank you, Loki. For everything,” you said quietly. He lifted his free hand to cup your cheek carefully, turning your face gently to look into his eyes. “You are so beautiful. You are not, and never will be, a freak to me,” he whispered. You chuckled quietly. “Try saying that when my eyes look like blood, and my skin turns to ice.” Loki shook his head. “Your eyes are not blood to me, they are rubies. And do not forget that my skin is just as icy as yours, and you still find no fault in it.” You smiled softly. “I could never find fault in you.” He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips ever so gently to yours. You barely moved your lips against his, letting him lead. As quickly as it had begun, it was over. “You are no freak to me,” Loki whispered again, resting his forehead against yours.

If It All Fell

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Warnings: Angst, PINING, injury, references to nonconsensual situations

a/n: This series is in progress :) Thank you all for reading!!! ♡

Part 1 ♡

Part 2 ☆

Part 3 ✶

Part 4☼

Part 5 ☁

Part 6 ♡

Part 7 ☆

Part 8 ✶

Part 9☼

Part 10 ☁

Part 11 ♡

Part 12

Part 13

Handling The News

Handling The News

Peter Maximoff X Pregnant!Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Nice to meet ya hannah could you maybe make me a peter maximoff x pregnantreader cute imagine thanks 👋💗

Notes: Ok so as u can see this was from when I first started and gOD IT WAS BURIED but I was so happy when I read it??? Ajfjsdfj;kj it’s super cute ok ;-; Peter is also super happy!!!!!

Warning(s): None.

Peter Maximoff knew something was off from the moment that (y/n) had to step away after feeling nauseous during breakfast. He had to go and teach gym class though, so there wasn’t much he could do other than ask Logan to watch the class real quick while he ran over and checked on them. After finding them recovering, they exchanged a kiss and Peter returned to his class.

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This cycle continued for the next week. Finally, (y/n) decided a doctor’s visit was in check. They returned shortly after, a nervous but excited grin on their face. Charles couldn’t help but smile at the bright surface thoughts that he read, “Oh (y/n), I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, professor. Could you go and tell Peter that I need to talk to him at lunch? Thanks!” They called out, seeing as Charles was already on the mission.

Peter was in the middle of teaching gym when Charles rolled over, cautious of the kids running around him during a game of soccer. The telepath bright grin had Peter squinting for a minute.

“I do believe your wife has something to talk to you about, when you’re done with classes for lunch. She asked that I go and tell you for her. And, if you ask me, I would like what she has to say.” The professor grinned his snarky grin, red lips stretching across his milky face as he simply retreated back off the field and into the house. Peter didn’t even have time to ask what the hell he meant before some kids trampled him in an attempt to get the ball. He yelped in surprise and found himself unable to pay attention for the rest of class.

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It was lunch time when Peter finally was able to speed up to his shared bedroom. (y/n) was sitting by the window, reading a book. Peter closed the door softly behind him but still managed to grab their attention so he smiled.

“Hey babe, what’s up? Professor said you wanted to talk with me?”

“Hey honey and yeah…I do. Um…Honestly I don’t know any other way than to just say it, Pete.” (yn) took a deep breath and, in the exhale said, “Peter. I’m pregnant.”

The normally talkative speedster suddenly couldn’t talk. He looked away for a second, jaw dropped, before he relearned how talking and tongues worked.

“Wh…What?”

“Well Peter, a women can get pregnant when a female and a male love each other very much so they-”

“Nononono! I know that- but-…you’re pregnant? And you’re not kidding me, right? Like, there is an actual bun in the oven type of thing, yeah?” Peter asked with a higher pitched voice. He was nervous but he was also getting excited. Ohhhhh he was getting very excited!

“Haha, yes Peter. There’s an actual bun in the oven…You’re going to be a father, Pete.” (y/n) began to tear up, feeling the news sink into her partner. Peter teared up too before he rushed forward and hugged them, spinning his lover around and around his bedroom.

“I’m going to be a father!! I’m going to be a father! Oh and you’re going to be a mother and- I GOTTA GO TELL EVERYBODY OH MY GOD” (y/n) was left to laugh and giggle, spinning slowly before falling onto their bed. The giggles continued to bubble out as, through the open window, they heard Peter yell about six times, to six different people, “I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!”

Charles rolled up to the door, smirking as he heard Peter through the window, “I take it he liked the news?”

“Ohh yeah, he liked it.” (y/n) smiled brightly and finally caught their breath, a hand on their stomach, “He definitely loved it.”

The last three digits of your current follower count is the Dewey Decimal Classification subject on which you must immediately give a 15-minute presentation.

How would you do?

im so done

loose ends

Summary: He picks up a photo on a bookshelf and Bucky sees her face, her smile between him and Steve and-

He’s breaking down a door, she’s screaming. Metal around her throat, nothing more than choked gasps from her mouth-

-he does not want this memory back.

Word Count: 1225

Warnings: Character death, torture, murder.

He’s so far gone when they find him, incoherently mumbling while unconscious. HYDRA already knows his name – Sergeant James Barnes, from the 107th. If anything, it’s a reunion seeing him back in the lab and Zola smiles as he’s placed on the medical table, already measuring the circumference of his arm.

There was a train, he knows. Memories of a man in blue reaching for him swirling around his mind, and then of a woman he left behind, far before the snow and tracks.

He wakes up and neither of them are there, yet something nags at the back of his mind, telling him that they should be, would be. His vision is hazy but he can make out a man that should be his enemy, the phantom feeling in his left arm before he’s strapped down, despite being too drugged to lift a finger. There’s something digging into his temples, someone says go and-

He’s slipping. Every scream that falls past his lips takes a piece of him with it and he shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

Steve’s always telling him, “be careful,” and Bucky always replies, “I am.”

But he’s not and he slips into a diner and into a booth, as far away from the windows as possible. He’s learnt that no matter how little money you have, you can get into anywhere as long as you look like you’re supposed to be there so he does, slouching in the seat and smiling at the girl already sitting there.

“Hey,” he turns on his charm and she’s more amused than flattered. Her eyes flicker upwards to the guys that run by the window, engrossed in the pursuit of someone. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).”

What is your name?

James Buchanan Barnes.

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

The scientist frowns, marks something down on paper.

“Go again.”

Czytaj dalej

So last week I tried moaning every time I ate something delicious.

It was vaguely uncomfortable and unnatural