Even on his best day, Frank Castle was a man of few words.
Before his morning coffee, you were lucky if you received more than a grunt or two, and after… Well, even then he didn’t exactly turn into Shakespeare. So whilst Frank didn’t always tell you things, he still managed to show you.
It started with small, simple things.
He’d pick you up from work to save you waking home. He’d cook you dinner in hopes that you’d stop ordering so much takeout. He knew you didn’t always have the time, nor the energy to cook a half decent meal, but he liked to know that you’d eaten at least one portion of vegetables during the week.
He’d take your bins out, fixed your coffee machine – which may have been for selfish reasons more than anything else – and he’d sit and watch ridiculous films with you, even though he knew you’d fall asleep within half hour, leaving him to watch the remainder of the film alone.
And he’d buy you flowers.
So often, in fact, that eventually you had to buy more vases just to house them.
So yes, Frank Castle wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions certainly made up for that.
It was a bog-standard, normal day.
You had awoken next to to Frank’s warm body, pressing your cold feet into his calves, causing him to hiss, but remained where they were, allowing you to steal the heat from him.
He’d been awake for a while, as he always was when he had to formulate a plan for later. Except this time, he wasn’t mapping out a dangerous gang’s headquarters, nor was he plotting any type of recon, assassination…. No. He was planning something much more terrifying. Something that put the living fear into a lot of people, himself included.
Frank Castle was planning a romantic, valentines day.
He and Maria had indulged in only a few valentines, but with two young children and him a military man, it was never something either were particularly fussed over.
You were a romantic, and you didn’t try to hide it. And Frank loved that about you.
Sure, you’d bemoan the commercialization of the day; the expensive cards that would be thrown away after a few days, and the expensive gifts and expectations, but what was wrong with showing someone you loved them?
Sure, you should hold that same amount of love every day, not just one day of the year, but it wasn’t realistic, was it? You couldn’t shower someone with love and attention and affection every damn day of your relationship. Life didn’t work that way. Love didn’t work that way.
So what was wrong with having one day where you went above and beyond?
The morning continued with soft kisses and gentle caresses. His stubble scratched over your thighs, your breathy giggles quickly dissipating into sensual moans, fingers combing through the short hair atop his head.
A shower – where curious hands continued to wander, mapping out each other’s bodies as if you didn’t know every inch of each other’s bodies – followed by the both of you lazily moving around the kitchen in an attempt to make pancakes.
He didn’t have much planned for the morning, you had to pop into work and sign some documents, and he intended to head out to the shipment yard, he’d been given information about a possible new arms dealer in the area, and he intended to – at some point that week – intervene. He’d checked every day so far, and yet nothing had come up, he was just hoping his source hadn’t got it wrong.
Either way, he intended to meet you after work, and take you to a very expensive, Italian restaurant later that evening. He hadn’t told you much, only to dress up.
He was nervous, but for the first time in so long, Frank was also excited about something.
Which was why he should’ve known everything would go to shit.
Turns out, his source was accurate. Or at least, half accurate.
Yes, there was – finally – a weapons shipment. But there was also a huge drug shipment, too. One that Frank knew he couldn’t just leave for another day.
The distributors, a Russian gang that had so far evaded him – were known to be violent drug pushers, using disadvantaged kids to run their products all over the New York Burroughs. Frank was also certain they had a prostitution ring.
Either way, despite the day, he couldn’t let these pieces of shit live a moment longer.
Keeping his eye on them as they strolled around the shipping yard like they owned the place, Frank slid his phone from his pocket, using speed dial to ring you, unfortunately however, it rang and rang and rang, eventually sending him to voice mail.
Huffing, Frank pushed his phone back into his pocket after turning it off. He’d have to just try you again later, or at least hope you wouldn’t be too mad.
He’d watched them for a while,waiting until they began their drive before hopping in his own van and staying two vehicles away. They may have had bravado, but they will still a little paranoid. Once he’d reached their warehouse, he laid in wait, watching them through the sight of his sniper.
He’d have to be smart, his usual going in guns blazing wouldn’t work here. There were a lot of them, spread throughout the two story building. It brought back to use a lot of his Marine training, but also meant he’d spend a lot of time waiting. Checking his watch, he only had just under an hour before you’d be finished.
Shit, he really hoped you were in a forgiving mood.
Sitting on the wall outside of the clinic, you pulled your phone out for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 5 minutes. You could feel Patricia’s eyes on you through the large glass window, but you refused to turn around and acknowledge her.
Pulling up Frank’s contact once more, you wanted nothing more than to throw your phone at the sidewalk when it diverted straight to his answer phone.
It wasn’t like Frank to be late. He was a Marine for practically all of his adult life, he knew how to be on time.
Which meant one of two things.
He was either busy, or injured.
Either way, if he wasn’t already dead, you’d be sure to kill him.
Deciding to just make the short walk home and get changed there, you set off hoping the weather would hold out. February in New York could be unpredictable and if your hair got wet, well, you simply would not be going at all.
You tried your best to give him the benefit of the doubt, and hoped – for his sake – that he would turn up by the time you’d dressed and got yourself ready.
Frank was sweating, ducking down behind a large wooden crate that wouldn’t offer much protection.
He’d managed to infiltrate the warehouse pretty stealthily, taking out a fair amount of guards from his perch on the rooftop a few buildings away. The guards outside weren’t too difficult, either. They’d become complacent in their security, lazy even, and he was able to finish them off quickly face-to-face before they alerted anyone. But inside the building was a different story.
A rogue guard who had definitely left his post walked through the hallway, passing a large look out room and managed to spot the dead guard on the floor. Notifying the rest of the gang via his radio, the whole warehouse was suddenly on high alert.
Frank had to duck and dodge into dark, hopefully empty rooms as he made his way through the top floor, killing whoever he could find on his way down. By the time he’d made it to the main floor, he’d left a trail of dead bodies in his wake.
But they were clearly keeping the hard hitters down here, protecting their stock.
Taking a deep breath, Frank popped his head over the top of the crate, firing another shot before rolling away, dodging the onslaught of bullets that followed closely behind.
Frank – without telling you where he was taking you – had told you that your reservation was for 8pm. He’d repeated the simple fact a few times before he’d dropped you to work, and twice more in the car ride there.
Yet here you were, dressed to the nine’s in a beautiful, red satin dress that hugged you in all the right places, hair and make up looking, dare you say it, damn near perfect, and stomach growling viciously as it awaited Frank’s arrival.
He hadn’t even rang you.
There were not many things in this world that scared Frank Castle was scared of.
An angry, hungry woman, however, was most definitely top 3.
The door swung open before he’d even had the chance to knock, reminding him so much of the first time he’d come to your house to bring you flowers. You didn’t quite have the blaze of absolute fury behind your eyes back then, though.
He knew his demeanor resembled that of a kicked puppy, his dark brown eyes looking at you through his even darker eyelashes as his adam’s apple bobbled.
Watching you silently for a moment, he tried his hardest to keep his eyes on you, but your penetrative stare made him feel all of 5 inches tall. Your arms crossed over your chest, and he used all of his past military training to keep his eyes focused aboveyour neckline.
The whole mission had turned to shit, and a smack upside the head would only be the shitty cherry atop his equally shitty cupcake of a evening.
He waited, ready for your anger to bubble over, as he held out his hand and produced the large bouquet of cherry red roses, the shade almost matching your dress.
Taking one look at them, your brows pushed together and nose crinkled, “Is that your blood, or someone else’?”
His own face contorted as he pulled the flowers closer to him, looking over the rose petals that had blood splotches. He simply shrugged and held them back towards you.
“I’m so, so sorry.”
When you’d slammed the door back in Frank’s face, he didn’t know what to think. What to feel. What to do, even.
He remained on the doorstep until the door flung open once more, your heels clicking as you passed by him, bag now on your shoulder and made your way towards his van, snatching the bouquet as you passed him.
His head snapped around at your 4 simple words, “You comin’ or what?”
Now, here you both sat, in a booth in Pete’s diner. Frank’s clothes speckled with blood stains, cuts and bruises beginning to blossom across his handsome face, and you, sat opposite him in your expensive, red satin dress and sickeningly expensive heels, happily chomping down on a cheeseburger. Plainly put, you both looked ridiculous.
“It good?”
You nodded, licking at the ketchup that had dripped onto your lips. You’d sat in dead silence the whole way to the diner, only speaking to place your order, but now you’d all but ravaged the food in front of you, you were at least a little friendlier.
“I am really sorry, you know? Sorry I was so late and we missed the reservation-”
“Do you really think I care about a fancy restaurant, Castle? In all the time you’ve known me, have I ever cared about something like that?”
“Well… No, but-”
“Frank, if this is going to work, I need you to understand one thing, alright? I might not agree fully with what you do, but I respect it. I get it.I don’t need fancy dinners and expensive gifts and so much hassle. I just need you.Alive, preferably. Just please, in the future… Let me know what’s happening.”
Feeling his cheeks warm up, he pulled the cellphone out of his pocket and waved it a little, “I would’ve but uh… My phone got shot.”
You bulked at his admission, eyes widening in worry before he interrupted you, “It uh, it wasn’t in my pocket. Don’t worry.”
“Then where the hell was it?”
He looked uncomfortable, shifting for a moment or two on the squeaky seat, “It was uh, in my back pocket.”
“Wait… Wait. What? Does that mean-”
“Yes. I was shot in the ass.” He sighed, eyes darting around the diner to make sure nobody could hear you.
Glaring at you as you cackled, Frank almost wished he’d saved himself the silent treatment and led with that information.
“Does that… Is it still in there?”
The look on his face – especially when he shifted in his seat once more – told you everything.
The bullet was definitely still lodged in his ass cheek.
“It’s really not that amusing.” He tried to shush you, the tips of his ears turning beat red.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He simply shrugged, grabbing a fry and dunking it in some ketchup, “I didn’t think it was that important.”
Once your laughter had calmed into a small smirk, he turned his attention to the flowers sat on the table, squashed from where he’d landed on them as he dived into the van in his escape, blood covering some petals as he checked them over with his cut hands,
“I’m also sorry about the flowers.”
You merely quirked an eyebrow, the cheeky smirk never leaving your lips, “Don’t worry about it. Can I uh, can I tell you something?”
He watched as you fiddled with the broken petals, “Of course.”
Your smirk was finally replaced with an almost bashful smile as you looked at him through your lashes.
“I have hayfever.”
Frank watched you for a moment, the clogs in his brain churning slowly before he got it, “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
He tried to snatch the offending flowers away from you, as if the soft, beautiful bouquet was a threat to your life, but you were quicker. Holding them close to your chest, you smiled,
“I didn’t think it was that important.”
A/N: So this is just a super quick note to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all of the love I’ve received for this mini-series.
This started as just a cute little idea, and I really didn’t expect the amass of followers, likes and re-blogs I’ve gained for it.
I have honestly never smiled so much when I’ve loaded up the website to see that little lightening bolt appear.
So whether you reblogged, liked, followed, or even just read the series, thank you so much for your support. It means so much to a small writer like me, and I really hope to do more of these smaller series with other characters from different TV shows/movies in between writing my full length fics, because it really is helpful sometimes to just get away from a 8,000 word chapter and spent a couple of hours writing something totally different.
So thank you once again, and please remember, requests are open if there is something specific you would like to read by me.
Whilst I am still currently writing my full-length Frank Castle fic (Into Hell and Right On Through It) as well as my full length Steve Rogers fic (The King and the Lion-heart), the next mini-series fic I have planned is a Fezco (Euphoria) x reader, and a Frank Castle x Assasin!Reader, so please stick around if either interests you.
Part 13 of the omega Fratt x alpha reader! Uh- Matt and Foggy interactions- The boys getting jealous, and Stephen getting magically hurt- pack™ interactions as always- Enjoy <3
Also, uh- Foggy isn’t going to be the best of friends in this fic, and I would like to make it clear that I love Foggy but the plot kinda requires him to be a slightly shitty (but well meaning) friend-
Foggy saw Matt more often. There was the fact that Matt showed up more frequently near where he worked, but there was also the fact that Foggy took the time to look for him in the crowds.
Although Foggy didn’t outright speak to Matt- he was still mad at him, after all- he watched as the man walked with confidence in his steps, cinnamon scent curling around the room whenever he stepped in. He watched the way some officers nodded towards Matt with small smiles on their lips- and he watched as some of the workers in the café handed him his order whilst vehemently refusing payment-
From time to time, Foggy would see Matt walk the busy streets with his hand gripping on another man’s forearm- the cinnamon scent mixing with the mint coming from the man guiding him along the way. Foggy could hear the way the two men spoke Spanish- he had stared at them for a while, but the mint scented man had caught his gaze- and the man had snarled- the sound so low and threatening- and so protective made his inner alpha bristle horribly. The sound had also caught the attention of the others around them-
But Matt had easily made the other alpha stop with a low, warning hiss of ‘Jake-’ and Matt had given him a small smile before apologising for the other man’s behaviour. And before Foggy could say anything, the two of them had left- leaving Foggy behind with more questions.
Some days, he would see Matt conversing with Spiderman- who had apparently popped his head over to Hell’s Kitchen- as the red and blue wearing vigilante? superhero? dropped a container into his hands. And Foggy had watched, gobsmacked, as Matt laughed at something Spiderman said- a laugh, so genuine and sincere- one he hadn’t heard from Matt in months-
Frequently, he’d see the honey scented woman Karen had spoken to him about. She always had her arm looped around Matt’s and he’d bump into her shoulder in a relaxed, joking manner. He had used to do it to Foggy-
Sometimes, he would see a tall raven-haired woman walking beside him, her head held high, making people part way for the two of them. And for some unsettling reason, Foggy felt his inner alpha shiver and cower when her unnaturally green eyes skimmed past him- There was something off about her- Something that shook him to the core-
One time though, Foggy had seen Matt with Stephen Strange- the guy he had drunkenly argued with in one of the parties back in college- And the man had locked eyes with him, and Foggy couldn’t help but flinch back at the pure iciness of his blue eyes. And Foggy had no choice but to watch as the previously esteemed doctor wrapped an arm around Matt to pull him away from the road.
Most times though, Foggy saw Matt with either Castle or you. Castle chuckling lowly when Matt pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek- You pressing a chaste kiss onto Matt’s cheek as he purred- Had Foggy ever heard Matt purr recently? Back in college, Matt used to purr almost nonstop whenever he leaned against Foggy. He used to purr at the smallest contact Foggy would give him.
But after the whole man in the mask fiasco? During the Frank Castle trial? Foggy hadn’t heard even the quietest purr from him.
Matt had been the one to push him and Karen away. He had been the one to be too immersed in his Daredevil work- not considering the worry that ate up at Foggy every night- He had completely disregarded his life as Matt Murdock- Foggy knew Matt first, before Daredevil. It hurt him to see his best friend lose himself to the Devil-
Foggy knows he didn’t respond in the best way. His inner alpha- as well as his naturally strong protective characteristic made him react in a more aggressive manner than required. He had yelled, and- and in the heat of the moment, he had told Matt that he would get hurt because he was an omega-
“Jesus, Matty.” Foggy breathed out, a glass of whiskey in his hand, as he gazed out the window, his eyes fleeting over the lights of the buildings in front of him. “Where did we go wrong?”
~ ♥~
This was supposed to be a fun night out- with you and Frank and Matt grabbing a drink at Josies before going back home. But-
“Come on- you seem like a nice, strong alpha-”
You sipped your drink again, silently regretting your decision to wear one of Steven’s turtleneck sweaters today- but in your defence, it was cold- And everyone- every regular, at least, knew that you, Matt, and Frank were exclusive- so flirting had nearly never been a problem before.
“I told you.” You said, glaring over at the omega leaning seductively? against the table. You crinkled your nose slightly at the pure intensity of the scent- it was so obvious that the tactic had worked on other alphas. “I’m not interested. I have bondeds.”
“They don’t have to know,” the omega purred out, as a finger grazed at your hand- you were quick to snatch your hand out of the omega’s grasp- snarling in warning-
“They said no.” A low hiss. And a familiar hand circling at your waist. The scent of cinnamon with a tinge of ash. “And our sweetheart here said that they already have bondeds.”
Another familiar presence slipped to your other side, and a rough, callused hand wrapped around your own, squeezing. Your other lover’s scent, more gunpowder than lavender, wrapped around you.
You couldn’t help but breathe out in relief as the unwanted sickeningly sweet scent of the omega was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of your lovers’ mixed scents.
The omega looked at your lovers up and down before making an expression similar to one of disapproval.
“Ohhoney, you could do so much better-”
You snarled, letting your enraged scent circle around you. The omega immediately flinched back, overwhelmed by how furious your scent smelled. You wrapped your arms around both your lovers’ waists and tugged them towards you so that they were pressed firmly against you.
“I said no.” You hissed out, as your grip on your lovers tightened. “Numerous times. Politely- Because I didn’t want to make a scene.”
You bared your teeth at the omega, smiling with no happiness at all. And your inner alpha, infuriated at the implication that your chosen bondeds weren’t good for you, wanted nothing more than to claw at the omega’s throat-
But, as if sensing your inner alpha’s aggressive thoughts, Matt was quick to tug down the turtleneck part of the sweater to expose your bond mark and pressed a quick kiss onto it.
Frank, however, made no move to calm you down- and when you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, you could see him darkly glaring at the uninvited omega, who flinched even more at the scowl playing on his lips.
“But you came here, overstepped when I repeatedly told you no. Then you had the audacity to insult my mates? My bondeds?”
“Leave.” Frank lowly growled out, and you saw the way his fists clenched and the way his jaw flexed. “Now. Or I can’t promise you’ll get to unscathed.”
The three of you watched as the omega nearly scampered away- and you melted into the warmth emanating from your lovers.
“We’re sorry we’re late, sweetheart.” Matt murmured, as he pressed his lips against your temple. “We knew you had everything under control- but me and Frank here- we could tellthat you were getting increasingly frustrated.”
You hummed softly as you allowed Frank to grip your chin gently to lift your gaze towards him. His eyes- which was once dark and furious- had softened considerably. He was tender in the way he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.
“You’re too attractive for your own good, baby.” Frank muttered, a hint of mirth in his voice. “Me and Murdock here leave you alone for one minute-”
“Uh-huh.” You rolled your eyes at Frank’s words. “Did you already forget all those times I had to step in because some alphas- and betas- and hell, even the omegas- were drooling all over the two of you?”
“I mean- we are pretty attractive.” Matt said, a sly smirk on his lips. “Or so I’ve been told.”
You scoffed at Matt’s words whilst Frank simply chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“The two of you are insufferable,” you said, your words dripping with a certain fondness and affection.
“But you love us,” Matt responded nonchalantly as he passed you a glass of your usual drink. You took a sip of your drink and laughed.
“But I love you.”
~ ♥~
Loki was surprisingly comfortable with the young endir.Peter, the child, had been the one to hold him to most when he was a cat. And it appeared as though that fact allowed the child to be more open with him. More…accepting.
The child loved physical contact. Always greeting you and your other packmates with a hug- sometimes even pressing soft kisses onto the older pack members’ cheeks. El-Faouly and you always reciprocated, Matthew sometimes responded similarly, whilst the others simple ruffled his hair or rolled their eyes.
But, Loki had also noticed how the child would shy away from other touches- skirting away from touches that were not his pack or his aunt. Being more restrained with his physical contact.
Loki had, however, noticed that the child was less inhibited with touch with him- despite the fact that Loki was not a pack mate or even a fri- an ally.
But here he was, with the child babbling on and on about some magic theory, as the child had his head on Loki’s lap, his brown eyes looking up at him with a certain awe.
“-and I’ve heard from Stephen that your magic is different from his- Mr. Loki sir- could you show me how yours works?”
Loki couldn’t help but chuckle at the eagerness of Peter’s words- the young one reminded him of when he had been a child- interested to learn about the realms- interested about how everything worked-
“Of course, little one. And Loki is sufficient enough. There is no need to add any titles.”
Although Loki instinctively stiffened at the vanilla scent as well as the excitement in it, he was quick to relax.
You and the rest of your pack have been helping to ease him into the scents of the fyrir and the endir.Slowly exposing him to stronger and stronger scents-
The first scent Loki had been exposed to was of the Sorcerer Supreme’s oceanic scent. And Loki had been completely fine with that. He had felt surprisingly soothed by it- By the way his scent reminded Loki of the oceans- of freedom- And he couldn’t push away the contentment the Giant part of him felt when the man’s lips barely grazed above the top of his head- Loki shook away those thoughts.
The next scents he had been scented with were of the endirsthe soft cinnamon from Matthew. The sweetness of lavender from Francis. And the pureness of vanilla from Peter. Reassuring, calming, and caring. As the endirs surrounded him with their scents, Loki had been surprised by the fact that he didn’t feel the urge to throw up- or the bile rise up to his mouth.
‘This is what it’s supposed to feel like.’ Matthew had told him. ‘Comfort. Care. Compassion.’
And Loki had echoed back the words in a questioning awe.
The last scents he had surrounded himself with were those of the fyrirs-You, Steven, and Layla. The three avatars. Steven’s sharp mint scent washing over him as the man uncertainly draped his sweater on him. Layla’s honey scent as she played with his long hair- reminding him of the times he had spent with his mo- Frigga.And your scent. Strong but not dominating- not oppressive. Wrapping around him protectively-
Loki focused back to the present and flicked his wrist, as the room melted away to show Peter and himself the universe. He felt the familiar warmth of his seidr engulf his hands.
“Wow.”
“Wow indeed, child.” Loki basked in the universe his seidr had created. It had been the first trick Frigga had taught him. To get him interested in the art of magic. “The good doctor’s magic has many uses, but it is nigh impossible for it to create illusions like this.”
“It’s beautiful,” Peter said breathlessly. Loki couldn’t help but chuckle at the young endir’s expression. The child really did remind him of himself, back in the simpler times.
And Loki tried something he had not done before- something he didn’t have the courage to do.
He tentatively reached down to Peter’s head, and caressed a lock of his soft brown hair and reached out with his scent-
A sharp inhale coming from the child on his lap made Loki panic and pull back his scent and his hand. Did he do something wrong?
But Peter gripped his wrist with surprising strength and pulled Loki’s hand back to his hair, purring.
“I like your scent, Loki.” The child muttered as he closed his eyes. “’s nice.”
And Loki couldn’t help but think- maybe he does like his scent too.
~ ♥~
Foggy did not expect to see Daredevil slumped against a wall of an alley at- he looked down at the watch on his wrist- three in the morning. Foggy had been walking from a late night at work when he heard loud banging- and he had recklessly stumbled in, his bag clutched close to his chest.
“Matt?”
“F-Foggy?” The man in red- his best friend- rasped out, as he tilted his head to gently thump against the brick wall. “What- What are you doing here?”
“I heard banging- Jesus Christ, Matt- what happened?”
The ashen scent- a signature of the Devil of hell’s kitchen- oozed out of him. And Foggy couldn’t help but think- Matt definitely didn’t have that scent when he last saw him-
Foggy could see his lips purse, as if he didn’t want to tell him.
“Matty-”
“For fuck’s sake, Matt.” A low, slightly growly voice cut Foggy off and he couldn’t help but gape at the white cladded man dropping down from the sky? “I told you to be careful.”
Foggy watched, as Matt relaxed when the man’s feet touched the pavement.
“Fuck you Spector- this is not the time to tell me that-” Matt wheezed, and Foggy almost instinctively moved to steady him but-
The man, smelling distinctly of mint- strong and dominant and protective- was quick to grab him. And Foggy had a feeling the man was glaring at him.
“They’re gonna be pissed- I think you promised your bondeds that you won’t get hurt this time.” Foggy watched as the white cladded man shifted Matt in his arms, slinging his arm around his own shoulders. And Foggy watched as Matt melted into the other man’s grasp, sighing softly. “Steven tells me to tell you that he’s mad- and worried sick. Jake’s calling you-”
“-anidiota, I know.”
The man in the white barked out a laugh, and Foggy couldn’t help but feel as if he were intruding on something more… private.
“Foggy”- Matt called out, and Foggy immediately looked at him- “can you get back home safely?”
“Uh- yeah. Yeah, buddy I can.”
“Then go.” The mint scented man said, his voice dropping back down to a growl. “And go before you run into trouble.”
But Foggy hesitated.
“Matt- Call me sometime?” Foggy asked, voice quiet- and he could see how Matt’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Please, Matty? Just to meet up for a talk?”
Foggy only left when Matt nodded.
~ ♥~
“Where is he?” You snarled out, scent rolling off of you, causing most of the betas of the sanctum to flinch back. All except for Wong, who simply stiffened at your enraged state. “Wong-”
“He’s upstairs. And so are your pack members. Loki’s working on pulling him out of the spell.”
You hissed once more before stomping up the stairs. But before you could get very far up, Stephen’s cloak of levitation flew down towards you, wrapped itself around your shoulders before quite literally lifting you from the ground and flying you towards where you assumed Stephen was.
You ran over to the bed the moment the cloak set you on the floor. A soft wounded noise escaped your lips when you saw your pack mate- skin littered with ominous purple writing- body shaking and spasming and skin too pale-
Loki was in her more feminine form, her slender fingers pressed onto Stephen’s temples- her green seidr seeping into his skin as the Sorcerer Supreme let out low pained sounds.
Jake was pacing around the room, muttering something quickly- and incomprehensible. You assumed he was talking to Khonshu. Layla was sat next to Loki, and you could see that she was in her divine outfit, gifted to her by the goddess Tawaret. Layla was holding onto Loki’s hand, and you could feel the divine energy flowing from her to the deity of mischief.
Peter was next to Stephen, his hand gripping onto the older beta’s and when he noticed you enter the room, he had let go to run over to you, burying his face into your body as he shook.
You cooed softly, as the young omega- his vanilla scent brimming with panic and distress. You gently led him back to where Stephen was and passed him over to Matt, who took the younger omega in his arms, scenting him and reassuring him.
Frank held Stephen’s other scarred hand, pressing it against his cheek as he looked up to lock eyes with you. His scent was void of distress or panic, but you knew he was worried too.
“You’re here, fyrir.” Loki murmured, her eyes closed, and sweat dripping down her forehead. “Help me.”
“How?” You asked, fleeting immediately to her side. “How can I help?”
“Put your hand on his temple. Paregoros will guide your power if you do. Trust her and trust your powers.”
You nodded and reached over to gently press your fingers onto Stephen’s head and was about to pull back when you felt him whine and jolt violently-
But-
You felt it- the creeping darkness within him- something that shouldn’t be there. Encroaching Stephen’s mind-
‘Hello, my child. It appears as though you need my help.’
“Paregoros,” you breathed out, as the familiar warmth washed over you. You could feel a warm hand cover your own.
‘Your pack mate is in a bit of a bind, is he not? And although I do not hold a fondness for Loki, I can see that she is doing her best.’ You could hear the smile in your patron’s words. ‘Let’s help her out, shall we?’
You let out a stuttering breath when you felt heat wash over you- spreading from your heart and flowing to your hand- pushing back whatever had invaded Stephen’s mind.
“You are doing a phenomenal job, fyrir.” Loki’s voice was back to being masculine. “I can see the markings turn golden. Just a bit more-”
Although your eyes were open, you weren’t really seeing what was in the material world. You didn’t know how to explain it- it was a sight that you, as a human, should not have seen- and you really couldn’t comprehend what it was.
Sensations- colours- seeing objects which should be familiar to you, but being somehow not- Foreign sensations flooding your body-
You felt like you were burning from the inside- and you could feel your hands tremble from all the divine energy coursing through your body.
A trembling hand pulled your hand away. And you could feel the world crash down on you again. You breathed out and it hit you. You could taste blood on your lips- and you could feel liquid dripping down your nose.
You blinked, and focused on the open, icy blue eyes of the beta in your pack. He had your hand in his, and he rubbed circles onto your palm with his thumb.
“Alpha.” He said, voice fatigued and raspy. “Alpha.”
And at his words, your pack was on him- Peter leaping into the Sorcerer Supreme’s arms, rubbing his head into the older beta’s shoulder, shaking- Jake rushing over to grab Stephen’s face in his hands- Layla cooing softly as she took his other scarred hand and resting it on her cheek- Matt moving nearer to you to support you- his hand patting Stephen’s leg reassuringly- Frank cursing lowly in relief as he brushed a strand of hair away from the beta’s face-
“Loki.” Stephen whispered, making all your other packmates look at the man. Loki seemed to squirm slightly at all the eyes on him. “I- Thank you.”
Loki flippantly waved his hand.
“It was nothing- your fyrir did all the work anyway-”
“Get in here, Green.” Frank muttered, as he reached out to grab Loki’s sleeve. “You saved pack-”
You could see Loki hesitate- rocking on the back of his heels.
“Please, Loki?” you asked, and you smiled when he relented, falling into the arms of your pack.
~ ♥~
Matt sat in the café quite uncomfortably- with Foggy sitting in front of him. He didn’t know when Foggy became less of a comforting presence and more of a source of distress. He thinks the start was when Foggy found out he was the man in the black mask.
It had been then- the moment his strong bond with Foggy started to fray. Matt had tried to hold onto it for as long as possible- because even as a repressed omega, he knew- he knew that he would not survive without a single bond.
“So- Matty. How have you been?”
“I’ve been well. My pack’s been taking care of me.”
Matt couldn’t help it- maybe it was Layla rubbing off on him- he couldn’t help but take a slight jab at Foggy- the unspoken ‘unlike you’ must have reached him because Foggy’s heart stuttered slightly.
Matt immediately recoiled, and an apology was on the tip of his tongue- But a bitter laugh cut him off.
“Taking care of you? Matt- they’re indulging you with your bad habits- they’re letting you sink further and further into your life as daredevil- Buddy, you pack might not be the best for you-”
Matt’s inner omega bristled immediately. What? How could Foggy say something like that? His pack members- you, Frank at the beginning, Peter joining later, then the Moon Knight system and Layla, to Stephen and now maybe Loki- were the ones to pull him from his spiral- the ones to help him accept his omegan tendencies the tendencies neither Foggy nor Karen knew he was repressing-
A low warning hiss erupted from his throat, and his cinnamon scent soured and mixed with his ashen one. Foggy didn’t even know that Matt hadn’t been through a heat before- He could hear Foggy take in a sharp breath.
“Shit- Matty- I didn’t mean-”
“My pack-” Matt snarled out, as he stood up abruptly from his seat- “My pack helped me through all the shit I’ve been through. They understand- about what I have to do- what I need to do.” He took in a deep breath, trying to control his anger. This was still Foggy. A well-meaning alpha, but one who doesn’t really understand. “Thanks for the coffee, Fogs. But I’ve got to go.”
“Matty-”
“Matthew.” A smooth, confident voice called him. And he felt cool slender fingers wrap around his forearm. “Your lovers were getting worried. They sent me to take you back home.” Matt could hear Foggy’s heart speed up once more. “If you are done here, allow me to escort you back home.”
“Wait- Matt-”
“I believe you were done here.” Loki said, her tone sharp and unyielding. Her scent, although distinctly betan and lacking the dominance, still was as strong as most alphas- maybe it was due to her less human biology. “I am escorting a…friend back to his home. So I suggest you back off.”
With that said, Matt allowed Loki to pull him away from Foggy- and honestly speaking, he didn’t know how to feel about it. Sad that he and Foggy drifted away beyond repair? Angry that they no longer shared an understanding? Empty?
“Relationships are hard, Matthew,” Loki said, as she placed her other hand above his, which had been clutching at her forearm.
“I know that.”
“They come and go. If it was decided by the Norn’s, you might reconcile with him. If not-” Matt felt her shrug- “you have your pack. And me.”
“Right. Of course. Thank you.”
A beat of silence.
“I’m a Catholic though- I don’t believe in the Norns-”
Just some plot advancement, nothin’ spicy. Hope it’s not too boring!
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Thursday came by quickly. You had another day shift on Monday, and then night shifts Tuesday and last night. You hadn’t talked to Billy much with him being back at work and you sleeping for the majority of the days you had your night shifts. You had texted your bestie the location of a coffee shop a few days ago, mentioning that Billy had been the one to suggest it. She was impressed.
You were getting ready to go to the coffee shop now. Billy said he’d pick you up at 4, which was soon. You didn’t bother putting on lots of makeup, just the basics to cover up some of the fatigue showing on your face from your previous nightshift.
Your bestie had told you how excited she was, but also reminded you that she hadn’t forgotten when you’d texted her in frustration about him. When he spoke to your boss without telling you and giving a donation to the hospital after you almost got fired. The time when he left in the morning before you could talk about that issue that you had refrained from telling her… when he had brought over tons of cash and weapons and scared the shit out of you.
A/N: This is just a little one-shot I randomly came up with after some BS that happened in my own life. I hope you enjoy it ❤️
Fic Summary: Reader is fed up with the dating world. She’s given up hope on meeting anyone and decides all that’s left for her is a one night stand. Lucky for her, Billy Russo buys her a drink.
Pairing: Female Reader x Billy Russo
Warnings:18+, smut, PIV, explicit sexual content, explicit language, Switch!Billy Russo, Billy asks reader to step on him and she complies, unprotected sex with use of BC pills (in reality, babes, let’s use condoms)
You were so annoyed. Why did it turn out that every guy you talked to ended up wasting your time? What was so wrong with you that you couldn’t attract anyone that wouldn’t lose interest in you or ended up being a dickhead?
You knocked back the rest of your drink and slammed the glass down on the counter. Your date had left, claiming that he didn’t really have the time for anything serious right now, even though that’s what he claimed he was looking for. Now you sat alone at the bar, and you had decided to get wasted.
Initially on your dating search, you were looking for a good guy for the long term, but in this moment, you were just craving anything. You felt desperate for a man’s touch. It had been so long since you’d ‘gotten any’. It didn’t help that you were so particular. A couple of guys had moved in for that right away but the thought of them taking you home with them made your insides twist.
You’d never had a one night stand, but you were wondering if that’s what you were going to have to resort to.
You sighed and picked up your glass, then frowned when you remembered that you had finished it.
“Since that one’s finished, can I buy you the next?” A voice said beside you.
comments and reblogs are my life source just sayin’
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Chapter Summary: Billy finally calls reader. It’s not a PG-rated conversation.
Warnings:18+, heavy on the smut, phone sex (one sided?), mentions of masturbation, PIV, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging as a punishment, Billy calls reader a brat, unprotected sex (use of birth control), swearing
After learning about Billy’s past, you found yourself lingering near Carla Russo’s room. You so badly wanted to go in there and rip her apart about what an amazing person she had given up and the resulting trauma that Billy had been through because of her. Ultimately, she was the one responsible for all of his pain. You wanted to make her feel bad. You wanted her to hurt the way Billy had hurt, even though she probably never would. Not with him taking care of her, set up in a private hospital.
But you knew that you couldn’t speak to her. Instead, you settled for something else. When her door was opened, you made a point of standing right in her eye line. She saw you looking at her. Her eyes were calm, as they usually were when you were with her. But you didn’t smile as you usually would. You kept your mouth in a thin line, eyes cold. You crossed your arms over your chest. Carla’s eyes didn’t remain calm. You watched them turn panicky the way you’d seen them when Billy left after a visit. You stared at her for another 10 seconds or so before you turned and walked away.
Bestie you keep slaying with these updates! I’m a living for themmmmm. And as for the feeling of impending doom, I’ve learned not to trust things that could seem 100% perfect. So ironically the fact that they haven’t gotten horrible my attacked or angsty yet is a plot twist for me.
And what you said about Billy thing that he doesn’t deserve love and affection??? That is 1000% what he would believe and you got his characterization down so well! I can’t wait to see how he grows with reader and how she grows with him.
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Your day with Billy was lovely. You’d packed some pants, a few tees, and several pairs of underwear. You didn’t bother with sweaters because you’d just steal his if you needed to. You also packed a toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, and some body lotion and some simple skin care items for your drawer at Billy’s. He’d given you the top right, and you cleared the very same drawer in your own dresser when you got home. He had brought his own things for his new drawer.
You’d gotten coffee from a nice café, went for a walk, then went back to your place to have lunch and spent the afternoon watching Now You See Me. The credits were rolling and you stretched your arms over your head.
AHHHHHHH THIS FLUFF AND VULNERABILITY???? His confession????? Bestie you are killing me and I love it!!!
But why do I feel like something bad is about to happen? Confessions usually come before bad stuff and I’m too attached to these two.
So glad you loved itttttt ☺️☺️☺️
Honestly, I wasn’t intending on anything bad happening! Billy was just so vulnerable with reader and he never had been with anyone before, so he was like damn my little lady is special
Maybe I should cause some devastation… …
I’m so conflicted because chaos is fun, but I don’t want the two of them to suffer. Loving the story!
Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.
Your day with Billy was lovely. You’d packed some pants, a few tees, and several pairs of underwear. You didn’t bother with sweaters because you’d just steal his if you needed to. You also packed a toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, and some body lotion and some simple skin care items for your drawer at Billy’s. He’d given you the top right, and you cleared the very same drawer in your own dresser when you got home. He had brought his own things for his new drawer.
You’d gotten coffee from a nice café, went for a walk, then went back to your place to have lunch and spent the afternoon watching Now You See Me. The credits were rolling and you stretched your arms over your head.
Title:Empty Halls to Echo - Part 2 Rating:M Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Suggested non-consensual voyeurism. Summary:It’s not enough for him to just know who she is…
Being the CEO has its perks…like being able to kick people out of the security room so he can look through the footage and put a face to the voice.
It doesn’t take long.
He sees her run from the stairwell, before she slows her pace, fixes her outfit and turns a corner, sitting at one of the desks. That’s why he didn’t find her when he got to the floor. She was already seated, back to work and facing away from him so he couldn’t see the expression on her face.
He switches cameras.
She’s pretty from what he can make out. The camera doesn’t give him a clear enough picture. It also does not help that she’s looking down, typing something quickly and looking very much like she hasn’t left him distracted and wanting more.
He pulls up her employment records. Grace Joshi. Finally a name for the face and the voice that’s haunted him since he’s heard it. She hasn’t been with them long, working as a temp to fill in an admin position. Her background check came back clean. A series of small jobs and a community college diploma for some smaller town upstate he’s never heard of. He leans back in his chair, watching her on the security camera and starts to plan.
The first thing he does is leave a small crown on her desk. A signal to tell her he knows who she is. He misses when she finds it and what her reaction is. It irritates him. Still, he continues.
They’re just small trinkets. He doesn’t leave them every day, there’s no fun in that, but he has been catering them around the theme of royalty. After all, she sang of being king. He takes the stairs more when he’s not walking with others, trying to catch her singing again. After a series of failed attempts, he makes the next move…and arranges to meet her.
Billy waits until he’s walking with his assistant, going over the list of new recruits before he leads them to go past her desk. He pauses as though he’s just realized something and turns to her. “You’re new, aren’t you?”
“Um, yes?”
He grins at the hesitation he hears in her voice. It’s cute. He offers her his hand. “Billy Russo. CEO.”
“Grace,” she says. “Joshi.”
“Nice to meet you Grace,” he says, thumb stroking the skin of the back of her hand before he pulls back. “Welcome to Anvil.”
“Um, thank you, sir,” she squeaks the last word slightly. She fidgets slightly as he looks at her. Her shyness is not surprising, he remembers how she ran when he called to her on the stairs, but it is endearing. He wants to know what other sounds she can make.
He nods and continues on, shoving down the urge to touch her again. Despite all desire, he doesn’t ask her about her singing. He doesn’t want her to run from him again, even if he’s curious to see her reaction.
He can’t keep himself away. Despite their limited interactions, he finds himself watching the security cameras. He sneaks into the stairwell when he catches her heading for it, a little desperate to hear her singing again. Each time is a different song and every one seems to strike at him. He leaves more gifts, small trinkets but each one maintains the theme. A signal that it’s him, that they’re all from the same person. She never looks disturbed when she finds them. Just quietly amused like she knows. She doesn’t ask though whenever he crosses her path. She glances past him as if she is unaware of the effect she has on him. It drives him a little crazy but he can’t help but enjoy the thrill of the chase.
He doesn’t see her enough at work, doesn’t get to interact with her more than that single meeting.
So he plants cameras and bugs in her apartment. It’s not hard to find it or to ensure that she’ll be kept busy so that he won’t need to worry about being interrupted. Billy has no qualms about putting one in her bedroom and living room. He’s curious to find out what she’s like at home, what she does when she thinks no one is watching.
He sets it up so he’s able to access the feeds on his phone and laptop. The first time he watches it is the same night it’s set up. She goes through the motions, cooking dinner and dancing around the room. He can hear her as she hums along to music. His mouth goes slightly dry as she dances along, body swaying subtly, light gleaming off of her muscles and curves.
He watches her every chance he gets. He still hasn’t caught her singing at home and something in him aches. He wants to hear it, hear her voice calling only for him like a siren of old. He keeps the screens showing her apartment running when there is no one around. He watches her at home when he is, sometimes matching her routine simply for his own amusement.
Like tonight. Tonight he watches as she cooks, keeping an eye on the screen as he gets food ready for himself. He watches as she eats while watching TV. At this rate, her life looks incredibly boring, at least to him. Billy begins to fantasize about how he’s going to change it. Bring more excitement into her life. Take her out.
The ideas die down as he gets distracted when she heads into her bedroom. It seems early for going to sleep, but his eyes are fixed on his laptop as she starts to undress, hardly breathing as each new inch of skin was revealed. He was never one to get hot and bothered by a little strip tease. It must be the taboo of watching Grace without her knowledge or permission.
She wanders around her room without a care and he leans forward, almost as if he can get closer if he could just see her better or catch the scent of her perfume.
He is transfixed with the movement of her breasts, the sway of her hips. She doesn’t get dressed. She pulls back her covers and lies down on her bed. He watches as she doesn’t bury herself in the blankets. Instead, she leaves herself open for his view. Billy leans back, adjusting and unbuttoning his pants. Just to relieve the tension.
She reaches over and pulls something from her bedside table. Billy smirks to himself as he realizes she’s really about to give him a show. He can’t tear his eyes away and if he turns up the volume…well, it’s not like anyone’s going to know.
