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The first time Kíli and Y/n met he called her ‘amralime’, and being a human she had no idea what that meant. They were both sitting by the fire in Bilbo’s house, watching the poor hobbit scurry around trying to control the raging party.  Y/n glanced at Kíli for an explanation but he just smiled. Y/n was the head navigator for the company. Gandalf brought her in just as he brought in Bilbo, knowing that she was the best possible person for the job. Y/n knew the lands of Middle Earth better than anyone. She hit it off with the two brothers on the very first day of their travel. The three of them rode in this litt

Let's pretend in this that Pietro survived and that you are Clint's daughter. Oh and I can't write his accent so you'll have to fill it in yourself. "Dad!" you shouted out gleefully as you father limped through the front door. You rushed to his side but was mindful of his appearent injuries as you gave him a love filled hug. "Hey honey. I heard about that boy who broke your heart and if you want I could pay him a visit tonight." Clint answered as he gave you the best hug he could given his current condition. "Don't kill him dad." you laughed despite the small ache that stemmed from your break-up seven months ago. Your dad glanced around him

Pregnancy was the last thing she expected to go through, especially considering how single she’d been for...basically her entire life. But strange things happened, and the next thing she knows Pietro Maximoff’s on one knee and asking her to marry him. Then sped them both off to a honeymoon following a very swift reception. What’d she expect? This is Quicksilver, we’re talking about. And after a year of peace, with the occasional minor villain here and there, they finally found themselves settled into the Tower with a surprise on the way. The type of surprise that most would label a surprise, and others life changing.

Pt.1 Your POV Russian    “Sir, are you alright?” I ask a man who was passed out on the ship that saved us the from falling back to earth.    “He’s gone,” one of the SHIELD agents had said too me.    I look down at him as I flick my fingers a bit and a small blue wave wraps around his body. I focus more of my gifts I had woken up with when the aliens had invaded New York how long ago. I’ve been running from different countries cause I keep losing control, but maybe I can take away one casualty. I even look over at the tired gentlemen passed out on some of the seats. I flick a small amount of healing wav

Prompt: You are Clint Barton's daughter, and after your incident with the helicopter, your father vowed to protect you like a hawk. Still, the world needed saving. You'd just have to show him that you could fly on your own. Warnings: Cursing, Stereotypes, Alcohol and Pietro cuteness, Slight Angst This is part two of Stuck with the Trickster. Note: The unnamed characters are just generic characters that I thought of on the spot. And I know a lot of us are not American but for the purpose of this story since you are Clint’s daughter, you are. Just wanted to clear that up. Enjoy. House arrest was one of the most boring things ever. Thi

 You were Y/N Barton. The daughter of Clint Barton. And you have the biggest crush on the one and only Pietro Maximoff. Warnings: Cursing Words:  2149 words You looked like a zombie. Your hair looked like it got caught in a tornado and you had markings on your face that came from sleeping on something. From the looks of it, you slept on your books again. You walked at a slow and steady pace and yawned again frequently. “You know, I thought being late means you’d be rushing all around the room like Sonic Maximoff.” Clint noted as he stared at you groggily enter the kitchen. “I overslept Dad.” you replied simp

Take It Slow (Quicksilver x Reader) "Can I help you?" You held your pen up, ready to take the young man's order. He jumped, looking up. Electric blue eyes looked up at you from under a head of blonde hair, dark roots showing. "Can I take your order?" You asked again. "Oh yes, I'm sorry." Sweet Jesus that accent was glorious. You tried not to stare as the man ran a hand through his hair, smiling up at you. "Could I have a decaf coffee and some pie please?" Oh shit, you were so screwed. "What kind would you like?" "What would you recommend?" He asked, still with that incredible smile on his face. "Um," it took you a second to remember w

Big Brother (Quicksilver x Reader) You groaned, slowly lowering your aching body down onto the couch. You grunted as pain shot through your lower stomach, and tried to get as comfortable as possible. Truthfully, there was no comfortable position where cramps were concerned. "(Name)!" You groaned at the whoosh and rush of air that accompanied the voice. The sexy, Russian accented voice. "Go away Pietro." You groaned, rolled over and wincing at the pain. "Everyone is leaving for the mission." The Sokovian stood in front of you, staring in concern. "Why aren't you in your uniform?" You sighed. "I'm off today. Stomach ache. Not going on the