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I don’t think I’ll ever be over the way he looked this day

This blog is soo nice ✨✨

P.s. Credits to the owner.

buckybarnesstar masterlist

a lot of you were saying the link in my bio doesn’t work, so I knew I needed to make this into a text post! here you go, my winter children! :) if anything starts heading towards NSFW and I haven’t listed it as such, you know the rules, stop reading. I haven’t read through everything in a while! anyways, enjoy and thanks for reading! .c

!!!! DO NOT READ NSFW IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 !!!!

★  Bucky x Reader  ★

Little Writings (not requested/old to new):

Bucky confesses his feelings

He finds out your secret

Nat calls you a prude (slight NSFW)

You Share a Floor With Sam and Bucky Pt. 2

Creep

Valentine’s Day

Wakanda

Cold

Do You Need A Hug?

Two Haunted Souls

Leather Jacket (NSFW)

Halloween Party (NSFW)

Ilanga

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Series (old):

You and Bucky Don’t Get Along:  (untitled but its old so im unbothered)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

He’s Not The One:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Save Me:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Mission Impossible:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Requests (old to new):

Period Moods

I’m The Winter Soldier

Smartass

Argument

Sparring Partner Pt. 2

Prank Wars

Movie Night

Our Baby

Shower Buddy

Jealousy

Undercover Mission

Savior

Dear Diary

Sister

Shy (NSFW)

Not Good Enough

Cafe Girl

Adoration

Not So Shy (NSFW)

Bucky’s Journal

Little Bundle Of Joy

You’re Good Enough For Me

More Than Fuck Buddies (NSFW)

Self Defense Trainer (NSFW)

Mrs. Stark

Short Hair (NSFW)

Money

Hidden Feelings

Enemies or Friends

Snow Angel

Angry

Surprise (NSFW)

Dance Partner

Roses

I’ll Take Care Of You

Russian Bucky (NSFW)

Meant To Be

Take Care Of Her

Sick

The Song (NSFW)

Clint’s Daughter pt.2 pt. 3 (NSFW)

Sebastian “Jealous” Stan

Safe

You Deserve Better

Unappreciated

Bucky’s Plan (slight NSFW)

Shopping (NSFW)

Distant

Car Accident

Two Soldiers, One Girl (NSFW / Stucky)

I Would Never Hurt You

Young pt.2  (NSFW)

Secret Admirer

Red Wine Kiss  (slight NSFW)

Clingy

Worry

Dylan O’Brien

I’m Your Girl

Cigarettes, Whiskey, Love

A True Gentleman

Better

Shot

Anathema

For My Eyes Only

Runaway

Warmth

The Video

Made of Metal

Afraid

Protection

Escape

Get Her Back

Keep You Safe

Novoye nachalo

A Date

Mixed Signals

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Christmas Writings:

Christmas Shopping

Christmas Shenanigans (Request)

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

★ Sebastian Stan ★

Wizard World

Distant (Request)

You’re Perfect (Request)

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Masterlist

[if you want to be tagged please read this!!!!!]

*updated 10/25/21*

✔️= completed series

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski x OC:

Human

Series Masterlist

Marvel Characters & Actors

Steve Rogers:

Oneshots:

Pride (x) / part two (x)

Lost on You (Social Media AU)✔️

Series Masterlist

The Proposal(s) (Social Media AU)✔️

Series Masterlist

Folklore song series ✔️

Series Masterlist

Chris Evans:

Oneshots:

About Time (x)

Avengers x Reader:

Not Good Enough miniseries✔️

part one (x)

part two (x)

part three (x)

part four (x)

part five (x)

Bucky Barnes:

Wanderlust Adventures (Social Media AU)✔️

Series Masterlist

Folklore song series ✔️

Series Masterlist

The Kids Will Be Alright (Social Media AU)✔️

Series Masterlist

Speak Now *The Kids Will Be Alright Sequel* (Hybrid Social Media AU)

Series Masterlist

Harry Styles

One shots:

Falling (x)

Home Is Where the Heart Is (x)

Clark Kent

The Kids Will Be Alright (Social Media AU)✔️

Series Masterlist

Speak Now *The Kids Will Be Alright Sequel* (Hybrid Social Media AU)

Series Masterlist

✨💖✨

P.s. Credits to the owner.

Masterlist

A/N: Hello, loves! This is my main masterlist! I hope you like it! Let me know your thoughts about my fics! Enjoy!

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Avengers

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Stone Cold Part 1 (Angst) / Part 2 (angst/fluff)

Crazy (Angst/Comfort)

Love The Way You Lie ORIGINAL(Angst / Smut NSFW 18+) // REWRITE (Coming soon to a Tumblr near you!)

Lost in Paradise (So much angst)

Fall For You (Soulmate AU)

Leave a Message (Angst. Pure Angst.)

Words on My Skin Masterlist (Soulmate AU)

Peter Parker X Reader

Live Part 1 (Angst-ish) Part 2 (Fluff)

Accidents Happen Masterlist (Pregnancy angst series)

Affliction (Angst)

Tribulation (Angst)

Tony Stark X Reader

Into the water (Part 1 / Part 1.5 / Part 2) (100% Angst)

The Date (Christmas Special / Fluff)

Did You Even Love Me? (Angst)

“Being your friend is basically ruining my life” (Platonic Fluff)

“You promised.” (Angst)

Pick-up Line (Humor)

Ashes to Dust (Angst)

Steve Rogers X Reader

Found (fluff/soulmate)

Hormones (Fluff)

F. U (Songfic/Cheating/Revenge)

Fear Pong // Truth or Drink (Funny) 

Sing! (Fluff)

Caught (Fluff)

Missed Call (Angst)

“You’re perfect. Which is beyond annoying. I can’t look at you.” (Fluff/Funny)

Quick! Kiss me! (Fluff)

Center Ice Masterlist (Hockey AU Series)

Valleyfair Shenanigans (Funny/fluffy) 

Bruce Banner X Reader

Monster (songfic / angst/ fluff)

“It hurts so bad, I can’t breathe.” (Angst)

Sam Wilson X Reader

My Hero (Soulmate AU)

All I Ask (Angst/Smut/ NSFW 18+)

“I really don’t let myself cry in front of anybody” (Angst)

Just Do It (Fluff)

Thor X Reader

Crazy in Love (Pure Smut/ NSFW 18+)

Clint Barton X Reader

I Never Miss (Soulmate AU)

Blood and Chocolate (Flangst? Idk)

Avengers x Reader

Revenge Series (Songfic series - On Hiatus)

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NON MARVEL/ OTHER

Frank Adler - Gifted Movie (2017)

New Beginnings Series (Frank X OFC series)

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

“Good morning! It’s time for Christmas Shopping!” (Fluff)

Marvel (all media) (Masterlist)

Baron Mordo

Strange trying to get you and Mordo together

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Arm-wrestling with Bucky

Daisy Johnson (Quake)

Daisy beating you in battleship

Danny Rand (Iron Fist)

Being stuck in the mental institution with Danny and escaping with him

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

Being like a sister to Natasha and fighting her in Civil War

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Pietro coming back to life after the events of Endgame

Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)

Doctor Strange being your babysitter

Reuniting with Doctor Strange after the battle

Doctor Strange ending up in a different universe where you and Sherlock are flatmates and things just get confusing (crossover)

Being a shapeshifter as well as Doctor Strange’s S/O

Loosing your father and having Doctor Strange become your father figure

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

You and Tony going on a mission and it failing horribly, but the two of you are still optimistic about it

Being Tony’s daughter and seeing him die

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Wade setting up your Ikea furniture

wowowowowowowow 💐💐💐

Goodbye

Stephen Strange x Daughter!Reader

Summary: In his desperation to fix himself, Stephen forgets the one thing he should’ve prioritized above all

Warnings: Do I ever write anything besides angst???? Child abandonment, mentions of self harm, verbal abuse, fluff at the end I PROMISE

Stephen Strange couldn’t save everyone. That’s why he became a doctor. He couldn’t save the mother of his child, his wife, so he decided to save others.

Because if he couldn’t save his love, he’d save others.

His daughter was a spitting image of her mother. Y/N M/N Strange. Stephen’s partner in crime, his best friend, his child. Y/N was everything to him.

It always made him smile when Y/N would express her aspirations to be a nurse, to help others. When Y/N turned 16, Stephen was able to get her an intern job behind the front desk. He’d stop by regularly, smiling and calling her his “favorite front desk lady”.

Y/N was the main supporter of Stephen to go out with Christine. She was thrilled when they got together, and tried not to let it bother her when they separated. She knew they were meant for each other.

Y/N was having a fantastic patch of sleeping when the landline in the apartment she and her father shared went off. Y/N groaned, seeing the time was 3:27 am, and crawled out of bed, answering the phone. “Jesus, Chrissy it’s early as f-“

She froze when she heard crying on the other end, suddenly snapping awake. “Christine? Are you okay? Is everything alright?”

Christine let out a sharp sob. “Y/N, i-it’s you father, he-he was in a b-bad crash outside of town, we-we-we don’t kn-know if he’s g-gonna make it.”

Y/N’s entire world stopped turning. The phone slid out of her hand, shattering on the hardwood floor. In a daze Y/N shrugged on a coat and slid on shoes, getting into one of her father’s cars and driving as fast as she could to the hospital, adrenaline taking her body on autopilot.

Y/N ran into the hospital in a winter jacket, a t-shirt and sleep shorts, and boots, her hair a disaster, running to the front desk where her boss, Darla, worked. “Darla, where is he.”

The woman gave Y/N a solemn smile. “Floor 3, he’s in the OR right now.”

Y/N nodded her thanks, running up the flights of stairs and into the surgical center. She sunk into a chair, her mind going into shock.

“Ma’am, you’re not supposed to be up here-“ a voice approached her, probably an intern. Y/N flipped him her badge with looking at him, the boy spouting out an apology before leaving.

Y/N sat and waited for several hours for the surgery to end, to find out if he was dead or not. Nurses would offer her water or comfort, both of which she would refuse. Y/N was collapsing in on herself, her world crashing down.

Y/N looked up and shot out of her seat when Christine approached her, the surgeon’s eyes red rimmed and bloodshot. The surgeon smiled tightly, pulling the teen into a hug. “He survived the surgery, he’s in the ICU now. He should make somewhat of a recovery.”

Y/N clung to Christine, the tears finally beginning to fall as she held on to the woman for dear life. “Thank you…”

A couple hours later, Christine led Y/N to Stephen’s room, opening the door quietly. Y/N froze when her eyes fixed upon his body laying on the bed, the various pins holding fixtators in place on his hands. She stumbled back running and bursting into the nearest bathroom, emptying her stomach into one of the toilets. Christine followed, holding back the young girl’s hair and and rubbing soothing circles on her back. Y/N sat back down on the floor, resting the back of her head on the stall wall. Christine murmured sweet nothings, trying to ease Y/N’s pain.

Y/N was able to bring herself to sit by her father’s bedside, distraught because she wasn’t able to hold Stephen’s hand. It went on like this for weeks until he finally woke up.

Y/N was outside of the room getting a drink, Christine watching over him. When Y/N walked into the room, she dropped the bottle of Mountain Dew when she saw him awake. She rushed over, giving him a tearful smile. “Hey dad.”

Stephen simply shook his head, refusing to look at his daughter. Y/N’s smile fell as she turned and looked at Christine, who had tears in her eyes.

“Dad, can you please look at me?” Y/N asked quietly, walking closer to her father who squeezed his eyes shut. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You should’ve stopped them.” Stephen murmured, finally making eye contact with his child. “You should’ve stopped them from ruining me.”

Y/N felt a lump in her throat, tears spilling over her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

Stephen simply turned away, causing Y/N to let out a sob and walk as quickly as she could out of the room.

Every time Y/N would try to visit Stephen, he would tell her to leave, sometimes followed by chains of expletives. It was like a flip had switched, like her father had cracked.

In a couple months he was home, wasting all their money on experimental surgeries that never worked and liquor. Y/N began to stash away all money she earned through her internship. Underneath a floorboard, in the pages of a book, she always had a $20 in her bra.

Soon Stephen sold all the cars except one. Every time Y/N would try to leave to go to her job, her father would scream at her for being selfish. Soon Y/N confided in Christine, who would buy them groceries and bring the girl to work.

Christine and Y/N came back to the apartment after getting groceries one night to a furious Stephen. They were selling the apartment, Y/N honestly had no idea what the fuck she was going to do.

“He won’t do it.” Christine piped up, referring to the next surgery Stephen planned. Y/N busied herself putting away groceries.

Stephen stood from the table. “He’s a hack. There’s a new procedure in Tokyo. They culture donor stem cells… and then harvesting them and then 3D printing a scaffold. If I could get a loan together…”

“Stephen.” Christine cut in, Y/N hiding herself behind the fridge door as she put in a bottle of water.

“Just a small loan, $200,000.” Stephen reasoned, sitting down again.

Christine sighed. “You’ve always spent money as fast as you could make it. But now you’re spending money you don’t even have. You have a daughter, Stephen. Maybe now is the time to consider stopping.”

Stephen raised his shaking hands in frustration as he stood, Y/N peeking out from behind the fridge door. “No, now is exactly the time not to stop because, you see, I’m not getting any better!” He yelled, Y/N flinching.

“But this isn’t medicine anymore!” Christine countered. “This is mania. Some things just can’t be fixed.”

“Life without my work-“

“Is still life!” She interrupted. “This isn’t the end. There are other things that can give you’re life meaning.”

“Like what? You?” Stephen spat. “Or her?” He gestured to where Y/N stood, shaking.

Christine shook her head. “This is the part where you apologize. To me and your daughter.”

“This is the part where you leave.”

Christine’s eyes darkened. “Fine. I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore.” She walked towards the door, grabbing Y/N’s arm lightly. “C’mon, let’s go.” Y/N looked distraught between her father and Christine before grabbing her coat and following her father’s former lover.

“Oh, too difficult for you, is it?” Stephen taunted, Christine turning and walking towards him.

“Yes, it is. I breaks my heart to see you this way. You’re a father, a father to a wonderful daughter. Don’t break her heart more than you have already.”

“Don’t pity me-“

“I’m not pitying you.”

“Oh yeah?” Stephen challenged. “Then what are you doing here, bringing cheese and wine like we’re old friends going for a picnic? We are not friends, Christine. We were barely lovers. But you just love a sob story, don’t you? Is that what I am to you now? ‘Poor single father Stephen Strange, a charity case. He finally needs me.’ Another dreg of humanity for you to work on. Patch him up and send him back into the world, heart’s just humming. You care so much, don’t you?” Stephen screamed. Y/N had finally burst into silent tears, her whole body shaking. “Really, Y/N? Tears? Tears for your poor father?”

Christine shook her head with tears in her eyes. Thunder rumbled as the surgeon locked eyes with him. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

She turned and walked to the door, grabbing Y/N’s hand. The teen spared her father one last tear-filled gaze before following Christine out the front door.

Christine wrapped her arms around the girl, shushing her and whispering kind words into her ears. Y/N screamed into her shoulder, crying her heart out.

That was the last time she saw her father for a while.

A month later Stephen stood, looking out the window of the night time city in Nepal. He reached into his coat pocket, drawing out his watch, which had been cracked from a previous mugging incident. He flipped it over, the ingraving on the back visible in the candle light:

This will tell how much I love you, Dad

~

Y/N

Stephen laid it on the window sill, his fingers drifting on it momentarily as he remembered the excitement with which Y/N gifted him the watch at Christmas years ago. He let a sad smile break across his face before walking away.

The almost 3 months later, Stephen picked up the same watch, carrying it over to his desk where his laptop sat, opening it to start an email.

Y/N, I’m emailing you one more time to

Stephen sighed, unable to finish it, to find the words to express how he loved his daughter with all his heart and that he was so fucking sorry for how he treated her. She should’ve been his number one priority.

And then in the fight against Kaecilius, where Stephen had been fatally hurt, he conjured a portal to the one place he knew he could go.

He stumbled into a storage closet, trudging past the nurses and doctors in his path. “Doctor Palmer, where is she?”

“Sir we need to get-“ the doctor argued, Strange shaking his head.

“Where is she?” He yelled.

“The nurses station.” The Doctor stuttered, Strange lurching forwards.

Stephen stumbled to the end of the hallway. “Christine!” He shouted, the surgeon coming into view ahead of him.

“Stephen?” Christine gasped, putting down her clipboard and rushing over, helping him stand. “Oh my god!”

“Get me in an operating theater now. Just you.” He gasped out. “Now, I haven’t any time!”

Christine led him to an operating table, helping him onto it. “What happened?!”

“Stabbed.” Stephen said matter-of-factly. “Cardiac tamponade.”

“What are you wearing?” Christina questioned, looking over his various robes as she ripped them open, tapping her fist on both sides of his chest. “Chest cavity is clear.”

“No, blood is in the pericardial sac.” Stephen gasped before loosing consciousness.

Christine turned to him, letting out a yell. “No, no, no! Stephen? Stephen!”

The surgeon readied a syringe, poising herself to inject it into Strange’s chest. “Just a little higher.” Stephen instructed, causing Christine to scream when she saw his astral form.

After Stephen battled one of Kaecilius’s lackeys in the astral dimension he regained consciousness. Christine was stitching up his wound. “After all this time… you just show up here-flying out of your body?”

“Yeah I know.” Stephen groaned. “I missed you too, by the way. You and Y/N.” Christine let out a sarcastic chuckle, Stephen sighing. “I wrote you emails, I wrote Y/N emails, but neither of you ever responded.”

“Why would I?” Christine inquired, looking at Stephen. “I had to fix your mess. I had to take Y/N to a therapist and get her help because she was convinced she did something wrong, that your behavior was her fault so she started cutting herself. She was convinced she had to hurt herself to make the pain stop.”

Stephen let out a deep breath, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. “Christine, I am so, so sorry. For all of it. I mean, you were right. I-I was a complete asshole, I treated you and especially Y/N so horribly and you both deserve so much more.”

“Stop, you’re, you’re clearly in shock.” Christine interrupted, looking up from her stitchwork. Stephen let out a wheezing laugh. “I mean what… what the hell is happening? Where have you been?”

Stephen exhaled. “Well, after Western medicine failed me, I headed East, and I ended up in Kathmandu.”

Christine paused. “Kathmandu? Like the Bob Seger song?”

“1975, Beautiful Loser, side A. Yeah, and I went to a place called Kamar-Taj and I talked to someone called ‘The Ancient One’, and-“

“Oh, so you joined a cult?” Christine smirked.

Stephen shook his head. “No, I didn’t. No, not exactly. No. I mean, they did teach me to tap into powers that I never knew even existed.”

“Yeah that sounds like a cult.”

“It’s not a cult.”

“Well, that’s what a cultist would say.”

“Oh, no.” Stephen laughed, sitting up.

Christine tried to stop him. “Wait. Stephen, wait what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m late for a cult meeting.”

Christine helped him out of the OR, leading him back into the storage closet where the portal was open. He hopped into the portal, leaving the surgeon shocked. Stephen turned to face her. “Really do have to go. I need you to do something for me.” He gave her a sad smile. “Tell Y/N I love her. And I’m sorry.”

And with that the portal closed, leaving Christine alone in the mop closet.

A few weeks later Y/N got a text on her phone with an address, 177A Bleecker St. Y/N drove to the location, an old building in downtown New York. Y/N stepped in, looking around curiously at the building. It was beautiful, filled with ancient artifacts and books. Y/N walked up to the staircase. “Hello?”

“You cut your hair.” A familiar voice responded, Y/N turning to where her father stood in a red cape and blue robes. “It suits you. You look beautiful.”

Tears gathered in Y/N’s eyes as she stared at the man who once had always been the sun, moon, and stars to her.

“Hey dad.”

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Marvel Cinematic Universe Masterlist

(Updated Immediately)

Groups

Avengers (Team) Fics

Gif Imagines

Big Reveal - Defenders x teen!reader

Reader reveals themself as a teenager when meeting in the restaurant with the Defenders.

Drabbles + Oneshots

For the People, My People - Eternals x Asgardian!reader

Kingo calls in reader, his Asgardian friend, to deal with Deviants before he’s made aware of the Emergence. But Druig is able to make a new friend.

Preferences

HYDRA - 40s!gang x reader

Bucky, Howard, Peggy, Steve react to reader, their s/o, being taken by HYDRA.

Ajak

Headcanons

Human - Ajak x human!reader

Ajak falls in love with reader, a human.

Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian

Gif Imagines

Bath Time - Alexei Shostakov x reader

Alexei draws a romantic bath for reader, his s/o, after their stressful shifts at work.

Reunion Flirtation - Alexei Shostakov x reader

Alexei and reader finally reunite after twenty-something years, and their spark is still bright.

Tattoos - Alexei Shostakov x reader

Reader gives Alexei a new tattoo as he flirts with them.

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Bruce Banner Masterlist

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Bucky Barnes Fics

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Carol Danvers Fics

Cassie Lang/Stature

Gif Imagines

Baby Sister - Cassie Lang x van Dyne!reader

Reader swears to be there for Cassie, their “step-sister,” after your family is no longer complete after the Snap.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Clint Barton Fics

Darcy Lewis

Gif Imagines

SWORD Duo - Darcy Lewis x Stark!reader

Darcy and reader, Tony Stark’s sibling, work together on the Westview case with SWORD.

Drabbles + Oneshots

Act 1 - Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff x reader

Reader is in a love triangle between an old friend, Wanda, and a new one, Darcy, in a trying time on the SWORD base.

Druig

Druig Fics

Foggy Nelson

Gif Imagines

Accomplice - Foggy Nelson x reader

Reader awaits their lawyer as they refuse to speak without one present after being taken in as an accomplice to Spider-Man.

Frank Castle/Punisher

Gif Imagines

Pariah - Frank Castle x child!reader

Reader sees their father, Frank, for the first time after his imprisonment.

Gamora

Gamora Fics

Gilgamesh

Pie Recipe - Gilgamesh x reader

Gilgamesh gifts reader his secret pie recipe.

Hela Odinsdottir

Gif Imagines

Hel - Hela Odinsdottir x reader

Reader emerges from Hel with their partner, Hela.

Headcanons

Hela’s Kid - Hela Odinsdottir x child!reader

Reader, Hela’s child, emerges from Hel with her and begins to make their own decisions.

Helmut Zemo/Baron Zemo

Gif Imagines

Small Touches - Helmut Zemo x reader

Zemo and his s/o, reader, share small touches while reunited outside of prison.

Drabbles + Oneshots

Pent Up - Helmut Zemo x reader

Reader has just lost their loved ones while away on the Flag Smashers mission and Zemo empathizes with their situation, trying to comfort them.

Hope van Dyne/Wasp

Gif Imagines

Saved - Hope van Dyne x reader

Hope goes out of her way on a mission to save reader.

Headcanons

Child - Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Reader is Hope’s child and Scott acts as a step-father.

Hank’s Grandchild - Hope van Dyne/Scott Lang x child!reader

Reader is Hope and Scott’s child, who takes after Hank very noticeably.

Howard Stark

Gif Imagines

My Valentine - Howard Stark x reader

Reader celebrates Valentine’s Day with their husband, Howard.

Jane Foster

Headcanons

Child - Jane Foster x child!reader

Reader is Jane’s child and Thor acts as a step-father.

Jessica Jones

Gif Imagines

Pictures - Jessica Jones x reader

Jessica has to hide pictures of you, her ex, from prying eyes.

Kate Bishop/Hawkeye

Kate Bishop Fics

Kazi Kazimierczak/Kazi the Clown

Gif Imagines

Holiday Off - Kazi Kazimierczak x reader

Reader makes Kazi take a day off to wind down and celebrate the hokidays.

Jealous - Kazi Kazimierczak x reader

Kazi flirts with reader and Maya gets jealous.

Lecture - Kazi Kazimierczak x reader

Kazi lectures reader while patching their wounds after a bad assignment.

Quit Your Job - Kazi Kazimierczak x reader

Kazi tries to convince reader to leave the Tracksuit Mafia.

Kingo

Gif Imagines

Asgard - Kingo x Asgardian!reader

Kingo makes a friend of reader, an Asgardian warrior.

Cameo - Kingo x reader

Reader, Kingo’s s/o, has a cameo in one of his movies.

Dance Lessons - Kingo x reader

Kingo teaches reader how to dance.

Drabbles + Oneshots

For the People, My People - Kingo x Asgardian!reader

Kingo calls in reader, his Asgardian friend, to deal with Deviants before he’s made aware of the Emergence. But Druig is able to make a new friend.

Poison - Kingo x reader

Kingo and reader work on set together, developing a flirtatious friendship that turns into something more when they’re ready. (Poison - Rita Ora)

Loki Laufeyson

Loki Laufeyson Fics

Makkari

Makkari Fics

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Gif Imagines

Accidental Attack - Matt Murdock x reader

Matt attacks reader by accident while his hearing is out.

Interrogation - Matt Murdock x child!reader

Matt comes in to represent reader, his child and protégé, when they’re labeled a civilian accomplice to Spider-Man.

Midnight Mass - Matt Murdock x reader

Matt brings reader to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve.

Patched Up - Matt Murdock x child!reader

Reader, Matt’s child, has to patch up his wounds just like he did for their grandfather.

Service Dog - Matt Murdock x reader

Reader introduces Matt to their new service dog.

Sick Day - Matt Murdock x reader

Matt sends reader home when he realizes they’re sick.

Sock on the Door - Matt Murdock x reader

Foggy walks in on Matt and reader in their dorm.

Headcanons

Child (1) (2) (3) (4) - Matt Murdock x child!reader

Reader is Matt’s child.

Drabbles + Oneshots

So Help Me God - Matt Murdock x Castle!reader

Matt calls reader, Frank’s last surviving child, to the stand for questioning during their father’s trial.

Series

HCs: Child (1) (2) (3) (4) - Matt Murdock x child!reader

Reader is Matt’s child.

Maya Lopez/Echo

Gif Imagines

Challenger - Maya Lopez x reader

Maya lets reader drive her prized possession, the Dodge Challenger.

Jacket - Maya Lopez x reader

Reader steals their girlfriend, Maya’s, jacket.

Jealous - Maya Lopez x reader

Kazi flirts with reader and Maya gets jealous.

Jumped - Maya Lopez x reader

Maya confronts Kingpin after his men jumps reader, her s/o.

Headcanons

Dating - Maya Lopez x reader

Maya and reader are dating.

Michelle Jones/MJ

Michelle Jones Fics

Morgan Stark

Gif Imagines

Snowman - Morgan Stark x sibling!reader

Reader and their sister, Morgan, play in the snow together.

Trick or Treat - Morgan Stark x sibling!reader

Reader takes their sister, Morgan, trick or treating.

Nakia

Headcanons

Child - Nakia/T’Challa x child!reader

Reader is T’Challa and Nakia’s child.

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Natasha Romanoff Fics

Ned Leeds

Headcanons

Halloween - Ned Leeds/Peter Parker x reader

Reader, Ned, and Peter celebrate Halloween together.

Nick Fury

Gif Imagines

Maria’s Funeral - Nick Fury x child!reader

Reader, Fury’s child, attends Maria’s funeral.

Headcanons

Fury’s Kid - Nick Fury x Fury!reader

Reader is the enhanced adopted child of Nick Fury.

Peggy Carter

Peggy Carter Fics

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Peter Parker Fics

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Peter Quill Fics

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Pietro Maximoff Fics

Ravonna Renslayer

Gif Imagines

Rebecca Tourminet - Ravonna Renslayer x reader

Reader, a TVA hunter, meets Ravonna from the Sacred Timeline are realizes they are married.

Rocket Raccoon

Gif Imagines

Prank - Rocket Raccoon x reader (platonic)

Rocket convinces reader to play a prank on the crew.

Roger Harrington

Gif Imagines

Bathroom Lunch - Roger Harrington x reader

Reader, a student, awkwardly runs into their teacher, Mr. Harrington, eating lunch in the school bathroom.

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Sam Wilson Fics

Scott Lang/Ant-Man

Scott Lang Fics

Shang-Chi/Shaun

Karaoke - Shang-Chi x reader

Shaun tries to convince his friend, reader, to sing karaoke with him.

Pre-Fight - Shang-Chi x reader

Reader and Shang-Chi cross paths in the locker room before their corresponding fights begin.

Sharon Carter/Agent 13

Gif Imagines

Cuffed - Sharon Carter x reader

Reader wakes up handcuffed to Sharon after a fight.

Ice Skating - Sharon Carter x reader

Sharon teaches reader how to ice skate.

Headcanons

Madripoor - Sharon Carter x reader

Reader, an ex-SHIELD agent, lives with Sharon in Madripoor.

Sprite

Gif Imagines

Reunification - Sprite x Eternal!reader (platonic)

Sprite and reader, best friends, finally reunite after centuries apart.

Drabbles + Oneshots

Only Human? - Sprite x Eternal!reader (platonic)

Reader and Sprite, their adoptive sister, stand off during the Emergence and Sprite debates whether or not she should accept Sersi’s offer.

Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

Stephen Strange Fics

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Steve Rogers Fics

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Sylvie Laufeydottir Fics

T’Challa/Black Panther

Gif Imagines

Bath - T’Challa x reader

T’Challa draws a romantic bath for reader.

Headcanons

Child - T’Challa/Nakia x child!reader

Reader is T’Challa and Nakia’s child.

Thena

Thena Fics

Thor Odinson

Thor Odinson Fics

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Tony Stark Fics

Valkyrie

Gif Imagines

Roommates - Valkyrie x reader

Valkyrie and reader live together on Sakaar and are extremely comfortable with one another.

Under Her Wing - Valkyrie x reader

Valkyrie discovers reader on Sakkar and takes them under her wing.

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Wanda Maximoff Fics

Yelena Belova/Black Widow

Yelena Belova Fics

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Main Masterlist

Here is my new and improved and official Masterlist (Let’s hope this one doesn’t get flagged or taken down)

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Tom Holland

Zendaya

Harrison Osterfield

Harry Holland

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Steve Rogers x Y/N Odinsdottir: A Look into Their Love Story

Here are a few stories/drabbles revolving around Steve Rogers and Y/N Odinsdottir; the man out of time who fell for a girl out of this world. Regular Steve Rogers x Reader stories HERE.

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Watcher of Wanderers [Legolas/F!Reader]

A.N: this was intended just to be a mini one-shot to get back into writing. although, I will admit I got carried away. oops. heh.

Pairing: Legolas X F!Reader

Song Inspo: Mountain Meditation by Chantress Seba

🌬️ I highly recommend listening while reading

Summary: Legolas senses a presence following the fellowship on their journey and it seems to be particularly fond of him.

Disclaimer: all mythology related to the reader was made up for plot purposes lol. not canon.

Word count: 5.6k (once again, idk why I’m like this)

Warnings: comfort, fluff, loneliness, flirting, suggested sexual innuendos, stalking sort of (yes, again, I know. you’re just gonna have to read it I can’t explain it)

Additional Content: moodboard linked here

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When you are nothing but a breeze that passes through the travelers’ bending hair. When you are nothing but a tickle that brushes upon the vagabonds’ breaking skin. When you are nothing but a whisper that hisses upon the wanders’ deaf ear. When you are nothing but alone, you too are a voyager.

That’s what (Y/N) was, wasn’t she?

She sailed through the years, watching every war and every battle. She observed every lover as she observed every enemy. She attended to them all, from their start and to their end. She perceived them hunt—first for food and drink, the simplest things, then for more. She witnessed them build—smaller creations in the beginning, then large structures that reached deep into her sky. She gazed at them as they grew, in mind and body. They began as little screaming balls of flesh, then sprouted into large beings that walked and talked. They produced more of themselves. They multiplied. Families, they had called it. She saw each one of them go by, twisting with desire as they did with age. Each was sneaking to find something—riches, power, hope, love, safety—but it didn’t really matter. She just bore witness. She bore witness to the happiness and to the dread. Yet, even when it was dark and desperate, she did nothing. She was silent—as she was meant to be.

Cursed to ride the winds for all of her immortal years.

Cursed to guide them and bend them.

Cursed to behold them.

Cursed to be them.

Alone.

A Watcher of Wanderers.

She was unescorted, unattended, and unchaperoned. She was unaccompanied as she wove through the desolate lands of Arda. Through the oceans, through the deserts, through the mountains, she bent and bellowed. But (Y/N) didn’t need anyone to accompany her, for she simply didn’t exist—at least not in the way one would think.

But after so long in solidarity, watching and observing, (Y/N) wondered what it would feel like to be more than what she was. She wondered what it was to taste and touch, to smell and see, to live and breath.

She thought how pain must feel. How did it bring red to the surface of their skin? How did it bring tears to their eyes? How did it bring screams to their throats?

Still, she wandered more.

She thought how laughter must feel. How did it bubble in their chests? How did it bring water to their faces? How did it bring glee from their mouths?

Still, she wandered more.

She thought about how love must feel. How did it soften their gazes? How did it bring drops upon their cheeks? How did it bring proclamations to their lips? How did it feel to welcome in another soul? Was it safe—not that she would know what safety felt like.

Still, she wandered more.

As each day passed and each traveler followed, she continued to question, guess, inquire.

Some of these creatures were more in tune with the natural currents of the word. It was the immortal beings, distinguished by the pointy ears that lent them an air of otherworldly grace and their lightning-quick reflexes. They were not just any immortals, but those whose lineages stretched back to ancestors who had walked among the Valar themselves. At times, (Y/N) entertained the fantasizing notion that they possessed the rare ability to hear her, though she recognized that this belief was nothing more than wishful thinking. As a watcher of wanderers, she liked these ones best.

Yet that did not mean that others did not catch her eye, for she was curious of anything unusual from the regular patterns of life. And when nine—born of various blood—walked together, her curiosity peaked.

So, she followed them.

One was a Maiar, but not like her. He shared the same celestial origin, shaped as one of the spirits meant to aid the Valar in their worldbuilding endeavors. However, his form differed greatly from hers—a form (Y/N) yearned for. She had seen him many times before, puffing his pipe. He had many names, but most knew him as Gandalf.

Two more figures accompanied him, mortal beings aging like the rolling seasons. Burling and tumbling they went, with their countless heavy weapons. One emanated kindness, his heart a wellspring of warmth. She had seen him before too. But the other, he was….troubled.

Another was one of the immortal, graceful, pointy-eared race—elves, she recalled. He was fluid and elegantant. He was observant and evaluating. He was tranquil yet vigorous. (Y/N) liked this one. She always had liked the elves.

From the mountainous regions of unyielding stone came another companion—a burly and gruff figure. His anger resonated in the sharpness of his words and the boastry of his laughter. (Y/N) could feel his temperament through the earth's vibrations. It wasn't always pleasant

Next, matched four more. They were stompers and stumblers, in a clumsy sort of way; yet, it was evident that they held no desire to ravage the earth. If anything, they seemed to harbor deep affection for it. The sad one broke her heart, the kind one warmed her soul, and the last two made her giggle….and sometimes she thought the elf could hear it.

See that was the thing.

Initially, her fascination led her to accompany them, drawn by their sheer otherness—such a strange assembly of beings walking in unison. But as she ventured alongside them, she felt connected to them. She got to know them, and one seemed to know her….sorta.

The first time she noticed such a thing was when a sound of joy escaped her being.

The two silly ones, which she found out to be named Merry and Pippin, were cracking jokes at one another and performing a game of riddles. As they did so, they ended up breaking into an argument. The most ridiculous words they called each other: mushroom murderer, squash squisher, beet beater…..

She couldn’t help but release a whisper of amusement, and when she did, the elf—Legolas—abruptly halted. His eyes brimmed with uncertainty, and he swiveled his head, as though searching for someone.

But he couldn’t….

No…

He couldn’t have heard her….could he?

Of course, occasionally, all could hear her. In moments of anger, she would unleash her fury with deafening howls and piercing screams, causing gusts to bellow and trees to tremble. Her yell created a hollow sound as it funneled through the rest of the world—echoing upon mountains, bouncing off houses, riding along hills, drifting through the farmer’s mills. It took much frustration to create such a ruckus of vibrations. However, just a faint breath of joy? There was no way the elf could hear that….right?

…..

The second time that a strange encounter occurred was when the group stopped by a deep river. Legolas had wandered a little way away from the group where the trees were denser and the light was less, and oh of course (Y/N) followed.

There, the elf stripped off his clothing, letting the moonlight bend and dip upon his muscled form. The cool night air played gently against his bare skin as he ventured into the water, welcoming the invigorating sensation. With his hands, he meticulously scrubbed away any lingering grime, running his palms across his arms and fingers through his damp hair until no trace of dirt remained.

Gently, he laid upon his back, floating at the surface of the smooth river.

(Y/N) watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply and repeatedly. Meditation, she recalled the elvish creatures of the world calling it.

Eager to draw nearer, (Y/N) gracefully glided closer, brushing ever so lightly upon the surface of the ripples. She circled him, her gaze drinking in every detail of his form slightly obstructed by the water—his elegant facial features, his sleek hair, his sculpted biceps, his toned abs, the sharp v-line of his lower abdomen, and, she couldn't help but notice his rather large…

A soft giggle escaped her lips, her warm breath brushing against his cheek.

Instantly, Legolas sprang upright, his feet finding a place upon the rocks beneath the now turbulent ripples. He swiftly pivoted, calling out, “Who’s there?!”

(Y/N) was still, shock and uncertainty shrouding her.

Legolas' cerulean eyes darted anxiously from side to side, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He moved with haste, continually spinning around in search of…..something.

“You…you can hear me?” (Y/N) whispered.

He did not respond and his state did not change. There was not an ounce of any recognition across his features.

…..

The third time that Legolas was startled by the curious enigma that appeared to be haunting him was when the fellowship had set up camp for the night.

Gandalf and Legolas were on watch, their attentive gazes shifting from the crackling fire to the perimeters of their camp. Mithanduil contentedly puffed on his pipe, releasing wisps of smoke that ascended into the night sky. Legolas was methodically sharpening the tips of his arrows, preparing for the inevitable fight. The ambiance was strangely peaceful, with the imminent dangers appearing to be held at bay, at least for the moment, even in the face of the dread.

However, this serene atmosphere suffered a sudden intrusion, initiated by (Y/N)'s ever-present curiosity.

She loved watching the creatures of Arda. It was her favorite pastime over the eons. Well, her only pastime. After all, she was a watcher of wanderers. For, as her shapeless form, there was nothing more she could do with her existence.

Therefore, when the elf began to draw whetstone upon the tops of his arrows, (Y/N) wanted to observe. She crept closer to him, becoming entranced by the rhythmic and tranquil nature of his movements. Drawn into the spectacle, she leaned in further and further until, unintentionally, she brushed lightly against his form.

His hand instinctively reached for his shoulder as his wide cerulean blues initiated their frequent and fervent scanning of the dim surroundings—a routine that seemed to be occurring with increasing regularity nowadays.

Gandalf’s gray eyes drifted upon the elf curiously, his bushy brows lifting in questions.

“I swore…” Legolas began, still peering about the campsite. “I swore I felt…something.”

The wizard’s inquiring gaze only deepened, imploring the elf to add more to his rather empty statement.

Noticing Gandalf's unspoken request for more information, Legolas continued, "My apologies, Mithranduil. Lately, I've been sensing a presence. Yet, when I search for it, I'm met with nothing but emptiness and confusion."

Gandalf huffed before pressing his lips to his pipe again, his gaze drifting away in a dismissal of danger. “It is probably just (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” He questioned, still puzzled.

Gandalf glanced at Legolas, and with a nonchalant hum, he spoke again. “The spirit of the wind. A Maiar with a form that knows no shape.” He rolled his eyes as he gruffed out an additional mumbling sentence. “She has a particular fondness for elves.”

Legolas, still flushed with adrenaline, only stared at him. “I—I do not understand.”

The wizard’s gray gaze drifted back to the elf, who was clearly seeking answers. “(Y/N) is one of the Maiar, tasked many ages ago by Manwë to help shape Arda. She still lingers in this realm, often stirring up her usual mischief as she follows wanderers on their adventures."

Legolas frowned. “If she wanders this earth, why can I see her not?”

Gandalf drew another puff from his pipe before responding, "She was cursed to be without form, unlike myself."

“Cursed? But why?”

The wizard raised his bushy brows once more. “Her mischief irked many—especially Manwë.”

“What sorts of mischief do you speak of?”

Gandalf shrugged. “Inconsequential pranks and harmless tricks. Quite frankly, an annoyance to us all, but not dangerous.”

At that very moment, a gust of wind swept in rather forcefully, causing the wizard's beard to billow and lifting his hat into the air, sending it spiraling down to land by his feet.

Legolas's lips parted in surprise as the wind subsided, and Gandalf let out a string of curses and grumbles.

"I believe you might have offended her," Legolas remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

The wizard snorted, his irritation obvious, as he picked his hat up and placed it atop his head once more.

….

As the weeks continued on, Legolas took notice of (Y/N)’s subtle presence.

It seemed she was indeed traveling with them. On scorching hot days, a refreshing breeze would rise and caress them gently, offering some much-needed relief. As the autumn months settled in, that coolness transformed into a warm breath flowing through the air, comforting them. When they kindled fires, little gusts rushed forward, providing oxygen and nurturing the flames. If an item of clothing or a parcel were dropped, it would be delicately carried toward a hand ready to collect. It was as if the wind—(Y/N)—was assisting them along their quest.

It was particularly noticeable to Legolas that she often lingered in close proximity to him. Her presence seemed to envelop him frequently, becoming unmistakable and distinct.

When Legolas would be tasked to collect firewood, a gentle breeze would follow him. It would brush leaves out of the way to reveal dry wood and small sticks, perfect for kindling. The wind murmured songs among the soil, almost as if it were beckoning him to dance.

When Legolas would be hunting for food, a calm drift would search alongside him. It would twist through the brush, startling small prey to reveal them to him. The wind breathed wordless encouragement to him, as if challenging him to impress her.

When Legolas would be walking upon hard terrain, a playful gust would walk with him. It would blow his hair away from his face to reveal his features. The wind sent flirtatious laughter upon his elvish ear, chasing shivers along his nerves.

When Legolas would be changing out of mud or blood covered clothes, a devious wisk would linger behind him. It would push his tunic and undershirt upwards to reveal his muscled form then make his extra clothing scatter. The wind whispered sultry glee to him, teasing him in efforts to show more.

This mischievous presence that shrouded him seemed to flirt with him—challenge, play, and engage. Of course, Legolas recalled Gandalf's earlier assertion that the wind spirit held a particular fondness for elves, but the true depth of this fondness had only become apparent as her companionship persisted. He couldn't deny that their ongoing interaction held a certain allure, for he would be lying if he said their little game did not entertain him.

When the fellowship was in Moria, however, silence reigned. The usual gusts and breezes that had accompanied them were absent. It was as if the very air mourned with them. Yet, as soon as they exited, with grief heavy upon their soul, a quick adrenalized wind came to find them. It seemed to brush around the rocks, taking in the pain of the travelers and trying to process what it meant. Though, as the wind noticed one was no longer there, she took to sending warmth their way in hopes to soften the sorrow—shrouding Legolas for just a moment longer than the others.

When the fellowship was in Lothlorien, (Y/N) came too. Rustling up trouble among the elves with flirtatious gusts, lifting skirts and sweeping away cloaks, fostering much annoyance and embarrassment among the immortal elven folk. However, those brushes of wind often struck Legolas more than any other.

When the fellowship—or rather the three that remained—took to sprinting across Arda, the wind ran alongside them. It pushed them forward with encouragement, almost too eagerly and too persistent. It was as if she was whispering ‘hurry hurry’ in their ears—as if she possessed knowledge they did not. Though Legolas suspected neither Gimli nor Aragorn noticed the subtle guidance of the wind.

A watcher of wanderers indeed.

As the group arrived in Rohan, their hearts brimmed with renewed hope, for they had gained the knowledge of Merry and Pippin’s life and the presence of Gandalf.

Following Mithranduil's expulsion of the sorcery that had ensnared King Théoden, the weary travelers were ushered to various chambers where they could refresh themselves and find much-needed rest.

Legolas opted to bathe immediately, determined to liberate himself from the accumulated dirt and grime that had clung to his body through the arduous months of travel. He eased into the in-ground basin, the soothing warmth and enveloping steam creating a cocoon of comfort. He tended to his skin and hair with meticulous care until he finally felt rejuvenated. Elves did not like to linger in grime.

Emerging from the bath, he stepped into the adjacent bedroom, where his gaze was drawn to the open windows, allowing the cool breeze to waft in. The wind seemed to recognize him instantly, rushing forth with an almost mischievous enthusiasm. It nearly yanked his towel from his waist! It was only through his quick reflexes that he narrowly avoided a less than modest reveal.

Legolas ground his teeth. “(Y/N),” he mumbled in a chastising tone.

In response, the wind seemed to giggle, as if playfully toying with him.

He rewrapped the towel and hastened to close the windows, yearning for a night of undisturbed peace. Normally, he would tolerate (Y/N)'s whimsical outbursts, but on this night, his weary body and mind craved respite and tranquility.

Legolas changed into more comfortable attire and settled into his bed. He allowed his heavy eyelids to drift shut, for he craved sleep. But after a brief moment, they snapped open.

He watched as the curtains shifted ever so slightly, followed by the tapestry on the wall and the drapes above his bed. The blanket beside him rustled gently, and then, there was no movement in the room.

She hadn't left when he closed the windows.

She was still here.

Though he couldn't see her, he was acutely aware of her presence…right beside him.

The elf couldn't help but blush, a warm crimson hue creeping up upon his ears and cheeks. Oh, if his Ada knew he was flirting with the wind….

In an effort to divert his thoughts from such matters and avoid giving (Y/N) any indication that he was dwelling on them, the elf shifted onto his side, turning away from the playful Spirit whose home was the sky.

…..

Legolas took notice of (Y/N)’s presence among the battles at Helms Deep and the Fields of Pelennor; although it wasn't until the latter that he knew for sure she was actively fighting alongside him.

Amidst the relentless chaos, the elf wielded his two silver blades, using them with deadly precision to cut the throat of one orc and immediately behead another. He swiftly pressed on, eliminating as many of the enemy forces as he could.

The men around him were growing weary, their energy dwindling, but Legolas continued to stand firm, even though he too felt the drain on his strength.It seemed the dark forces had taken notice of the relentless devastation he was causing among their ranks, as they began to single him out. Hordes of orcs began converging on him, and Sauron's archers took aim. However, the arrows meant for him didn't find their mark. They veered off course, curving with an unexpected gust of wind, plunging directly into three orcs nearby.

Legolas whipped his head around in astonishment, but it took only a moment for him to grasp the source of this unexpected intervention: (Y/N).

As he continued to take down orc after orc, she remained by his side, using her ethereal presence to force the creatures back into one another, granting Legolas a distinct advantage and a brief moment to catch his breath. She deflected arrows aimed at him and extended her helping hand when he faced the Oliphaunt. She even lifted him up with a gentle drift when his footing faltered. (Y/N) followed Legolas throughout the battlefield, her commitment unwavering, even after the war had drawn to a close.

Exhausted and burdened by grief and relief, the mortal, battle-weary soldiers sought solace and took to rest, heal, and eat.

Legolas volunteered to wander the battlefield in search of any survivors.

He tread carefully, his feet moving softly over the blood-soaked and red-stained earth. The ground seemed to bear witness to the agony, uncertainty, and hope that had marked their strenuous journey. Legolas had never anticipated surviving the trials that had befallen him, yet here he stood, alive and persevering against all odds.

With a heavy heart and the absence of survivors to be found, Legolas, fatigued and drained, decided to make his way back to his comrades who were attending to the wounded and offering peace to those in need.

In a sudden fierce gust of wind, Legolas found himself surrounded by an unexpected swirl. Swiftly, he whirled around, his keen elven senses alert, just in time to witness an orc raising an axe menacingly above his head, poised to strike.

However, Legolas was not met with such a gruesome fate. The wind seemed to rise against the approaching beast, as though an invisible force hindered its advance. However, that force began to no longer be invisible. A strange, translucent figure began to materialize into the opaque form of a woman. She stood, her back pressed against his chest and her front pushing firmly against the would-be assailant. With her arms raised high, she held the axe at bay, preventing the deadly blow from falling upon the elf.

Legolas' lips parted in astonishment, his eyes widening as he struggled to comprehend the event unfolding before him. But everything transpired too swiftly for him to intervene. The figure solidified, to the point that he could feel her against him, and the axe came down at an unusual angle, slicing into the woman's side.

A cry escaped her throat, and she collapsed to the ground, her pain echoing through the air.

Suddenly thrust back into the harsh reality of battle, Legolas swiftly grasped the knife strapped to his belt. In one fluid motion, he drove the blade into the orc's heart. The creature gurgled for a moment, blood pooling from its mouth, before finally collapsing lifeless.

Without hesitation, Legolas fell to the unconscious woman crumpled at his feet. His heart clenched with dread as he noticed the crimson stains spreading across the delicate, iridescent fabric that cloaked his form.

"No, no, no," he murmured, his hands pressing against the wound in a frantic attempt to stop the bleeding. Panic tinged his voice as he glanced at her face, his voice rising in desperation, " (Y/N), you foolish Maiar. Why did you intervene? Why did you put yourself in harm's way?" His bloodied hand gently cupped her cheek. "Wake up. Come on, wake up!"

She remained unresponsive.

Swiftly, Legolas gathered her into his arms, keeping one hand pressed against the bleeding wound, and hurried towards the makeshift infirmary.

Pushing the doors open, he called out in a voice laced with fear, "Aragorn!"

Immediately, the urgent tone drew the attention of those nearby, even in the midst of the ongoing chaos of the healing ward. The Ranger, alerted by the distress in his friend's voice, swiftly moved past the curious onlookers, with Gimli at his side and Gandalf following not too far behind.

“A-an ax to the side. She’s bleeding heavily,” he sputtered out. “Please.”

Pointing to a makeshift bed, Aragorn commanded. ‘Get her on that cot! Quickly now.”

Gimili, entirely bewildered by the unfolding events and his friend’s frantic behavior, called out, “Laddie, who is that?!”

Legolas, gently placing her form on the cot, didn't even bother to look at his dwarf companion as he replied. “(Y/N).”

The dwarf shook his head and raised his hands in confusion. “Who the fuck is (Y/N)?!”

The elf sent Gimli a quick, almost exasperated glance. "The wind!" he snapped back, a bit too sharply.

Gimli’s eyes drifted around the room, his confusion turning into concern for his friend’s well being. “The wind?” he questioned. “Did ya happen to get knocked in the head, tree boy?”

It was Gandalf that chimed in. “(Y/N), a Maiar, the spirit of the wind. She has been with us throughout our journey.”

Aragorn shot the wizard a brief look as he swiftly cut away the mysterious, translucent fabric cloaking the woman and began tending to the deep, bleeding wound.

“With us the entire time?!” Gimli bellowed. “Then why haven't I seen her once?"

Gandalf peered over Aragorn’s shoulder. “She doesn't have a corporal form. At least, she didn’t. I’m afraid this is the first time any of us are seeing her.”

Legolas ran his bloodied hands through his hair, his fingers trembling with anxiety as he stepped back. His chest felt constricted with worry while his eyes remained fixated on the woman as Aragorn worked. “Can you do it, Aragorn? Can you save her?” he implored, his voice quivering with a mixture of desperation and hope.

The man met Legolas' gaze. His determination to save her was unwavering, even in the face of this strange reveal of a profound connection between a force he didn't know existed and his dear friend. Seeing Legolas’ pain, he responded firmly, "I will try."

Gimli, moving to stand beside the wizard, watched the scene with a mixture of concern and curiosity. He couldn't help but murmur, "I've never seen him so frazzled before." His words were filled with a deep sense of empathy for his elven friend, for this had clearly shaken Legolas to his core.

Gandalf let his gaze shift from the elf to Gimli, offering the dwarf a knowing look in response.

The watcher of wanderers had now become a wonder to the wanderers themselves.

……

Legolas sat in a chair beside (Y/N). He was quiet and still as he watched her chest rise and fall steadily. Aragorn had successfully treated her wound, preventing infection, though she remained unconscious. She rested soundlessly, her expression peaceful—despite Legolas’ bloody handprint, now brown, dried, and cracking, that lingered upon her cheek. Her features were graceful and elegant. Each curve and bend of her face accentuated her beauty. He wasn't sure what he had expected her to look like, though how she appeared made sense with her temperament. He could see her flirtatious streak, her mischievous tone, and her protective aurora. She was exactly what wind would be: strong yet gentle, fierce yet calm, emotional yet stern.

He watched over her, just as she had watched over him. So intently, that he didn't notice one behind him until a hand pressed firmly upon his shoulder.

"Legolas," Aragorn began, his expression filled with gentle concern as he inquired, "How do you know this woman?"

Legolas sighed, keeping his gaze on her. "She has been traveling with us," he explained.

The sound of wood scraping against stone told the elf that the Ranger pulled a nearby chair over to sit next to him.

“So Gandalf said. Though I do not understand,” Aragorn admitted.

Legolas shifted. “I started to notice strange occurrences—unexplained events.”

Aragorn raised a brow, “Strange occurrences?”

Legolas felt his cheeks heat as he cleared his throat. “Yes, yes, but more importantly, I noticed something helping us. Consistently.” He paused, “I asked Mithranduil about it and he told me of her.” He shook his head. “He said she was cursed to watch us—us inhabitants of Arda—and not be able to walk among us.”

“Then how is she here now before us, like this.”

Legolas glanced at his hands, a hint of nervousness in his expression. “I asked Mithranduil that too,” he admitted. “He said her sacrifice must have ended her limbo.” He then let his eyes land on his friend and he spoke once more, his tone almost fearful and definitely shy—something Aragorn had never seen from the elf. “If she doesn't survive, because of me, will Arda have wind no longer? I haven't felt a single breeze since she fell.”

Aragorn sighed. “I do not know, my friend. I do not know.” He reached forward and placed his hand upon his shoulder. “Please go clean up and rest. You are no good to her like this. I will take care of her, I promise.”

Legolas hesitated, “But what if she wakes?”

The Ranger sighed again, “If she wakes, I will send someone to—”

He was interrupted by a soft groan escaping from the lips of the Wind Spirit.

Instantly, both Legolas and Aragorn turned to look at the woman.

Her eyelids lazily blinked open, and she gradually became aware of her surroundings. A frown creased her face as she emitted another groan. Her hand moved slowly, making its way down to her bandaged side.

"What... what is this feeling?" she murmured to herself, puzzled by the sensations.

To her astonishment, Legolas responded, “Pain.”

She scrambled to sit upright in bed, the pain surging through her body but the sheer force of adrenaline propelled her actions. “You–you can hear me?” she whispered, eyes wide.

Legolas moved closer, taking a seat on the edge of the cot. In a gentle tone, he answered, "I can hear you. I can see you." He tenderly raised his hand to her cheek, resting it on the dried bloody mark already there. "And I can feel you."

A hushed gasp escaped her lips as she reached up to touch his hand. "It's... it's warm," she remarked, her voice filled with surprise. "I didn't expect it to be warm."

The elf smiled gently in response.

A mischievous smirk then graced her lips, and her gaze, rather unmistakably, wandered down his figure and briefly settled upon his pants. “Is everything this warm?” she inquired with a teasing tone.

Taken aback by her words and her brazen gaze, he cleared his throat. A noticeable flush crept across his cheeks and ears as he broke eye contact. With that, Legolas turned to face Aragorn, who stood behind him with raised eyebrows and a playful grin forming at the corner of his mouth. “My apologies, Aragorn.” He glanced back at the Wind Spirit. “(Y/N), this is—”

She interrupted him, her eyes on the other man. “I know who he is,” she said with confidence. “Aragorn, son of Arathorn the second, also called Strider or Wingfoot, Chieftain of the Dúnedain, and the Uncrowned King of Gondor.”

The expressions on both men's faces contorted, morphing to sheer astonishment—how did she know all that?

(Y/N) grinned sheepishly. "I am the wind," she confessed. "I see and hear a great deal."

…..

The Minas Tirith Castle was cloaked in the deep shroud of a late moonlit night as Legolas walked through its ancient halls. The soft flickering of torchlight painted wavering shadows on the weathered stone walls, lending an atmosphere that resonated with the weight of its history. His footsteps were silent as he moved, and his thoughts followed suit, meandering through the corridors of his mind.

However, up ahead, a figure bathed in a gentle glow caused Legolas to abruptly halt in his tracks, his thoughts instantly converging on the woman.

“(Y/N),” he called out, approaching her. “What are you doing away from the House of Healing? You shouldn't be out of bed. You should be resting!”

She let out an exasperated sigh, not appreciating his chastising tone. "I am a watcher of wanderers, Legolas. Therefore, I too am a voyager. It is not in my nature to stay still."

Legolas released a heated breath through his nose. “That may be true, but you now have a corporal form. No longer are you just a breeze.”

She rolled her eyes, shifting her feet to hide the persistent pain emanating from her side. “I may not be a breeze any longer, but I still control all the winds of Arda. I could knock you on your ass in seconds, injured or not.”

Legolas chuckled lightly. “I never would have gotten involved with the wind if I knew she was so temperamental,” he teased.

(Y/N), suppressing a grin, responded with a snarky retort. “Oh, so we are involved, are we?”

The elf sent her a look, trying to hide his expression of amusement. “I would be naive to think that all the times the wind flirted with me, it was just a ploy.”

“Maybe I enjoy a ploy from century to century, Legolas,” she replied.

He laughed lightly at her jest, then took a step closer, his demeanor shifting to one of seriousness. Gently, he pressed his hand to her bandaged side. “(Y/N),” he began softly. “Why did you do it? Why did you get in between that orc and I?”

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with sincerity. “You know why.”

“Say it,” he commanded.

“Because,” she began, her tone becoming shy and soft. “Because, I—I love you.”

Instantly, Legolas wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her close to him. He pressed his lips fervently against hers. As their mouths met with equal intensity, he tasted the essence of the wind. And oh, it tasted of adventure, suffering, and joy. It tasted of warm bread from the north, bitter nuts from the east, clear water from the south, and fresh fruit from the west. It tasted of eons and eons of wandering, yet still, she tasted of home. Her hands found their way into his golden locks of hair, twisting and tugging it lightly. He allowed her to siphon off his heat, for the wind was often cold and bellowing. Though, he could tell she was taking more than just his warmth—she was taking his love; and oh, he gladly gave it to her.

…..

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I wanted to round up these more polished and/or recent pieces and see them together.

It's soo pretty... ✨✨✨

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Cannot stop thinking about Anne magill paintings. Maybe my new favorite painter. She just captures this ..,,,,,, dreamy feeling...,,, a certain tenderness..... a fleeting moment of contentedness..... like nothing else I’ve seen

He’s beyond pretty (IG credit to chalametchilee) ✨

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Always by @cultofcarter

Another Chance by @sserpente

Burning Words by @lokiprompts

Comfort by @kortsitron

Comfort by @thelovelylolly

Do I Haunt Your Mind? by @sarahscribbles

Don’t leave me… I’ll stay by @stupidthoughtsinwriting

Fire and the Flood by @starks-hero

For All Time, Always by @anundyingfidelity

Hangover Remedy by @queen-of-the-avengers

haunted by the past by @writingdumpster

How to Cure Pains and Heartaches by @fluffyfantasticducky

make it taste like love by @talesofesther

Marrying a Stranger by @holdmytesseract

My Wife by @your-highnessmarvel

one shot by @badboys-imagines

Overtime by @cleo-fox

Place Your Hand In Mine by @pendragonfics

reader x TVA!Loki by @sserpente

secret love by @specialagentlokitty

Silly Squabbles by @give-me-a-moose

Smirk by @revengingbarnes

That’s Not What I Meant by @vbecker10

The Cold-Blooded Prince by @maple-seed

The Serpent of Sakaar by @infinitystoner

The Princess and the Stable Boy by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

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A Dutiful Disaster by @cake-writes

Desiderium by @hunny-beann

From the void, with love by @whirlybirbs

He Says He Loves Me by @shreddedparchment

Illusions by @holdmytesseract

Loki’s Happy Ending by @gingerwritess

Lose You Twice by @mischievousstuff

overwhelmed by @chennqingg

Portal to My Heart by @anonymousewrites

secret notes by @muddyorbsblr

what once was mine by @talesofesther

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Detail: Dante and Virgil in Hell, 1850, by William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

Amazing 👀✨✨✨

On top of today’s update, I also have a new painting. He’ll probably show up soon. Probably. Soon.

I also want too but... I am broke or simply, not eligible to make online payments 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

besties i made one of dem 5am purchases last night and now i have this… 🥴🫡

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This looks awesome ✨✨✨✨💖

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WoW... it's soo cool...✨

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Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Loki Season 2 (2023)

Favourite Tom Hiddleston images 27/ ∞

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Dune: Part Two + Letterboxd reviews

Sooo cutee ✨✨ Credits to the owner

Timothée Chalamet on the set of 'Wonka'

It looks awesome...

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LOKI + MOVING HIS INDEX/FINGERS ✦ request by anonymous