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This one-shot contains a request by @detroitbecomebitches, who asked for the phrase [it was like someone had taken her batteries out]. I hope this will live up to your expectations ! Let me know what you all think ! The gif is not mine !

Nightmares had been plaguing your nights for as long as you could remember. This world had not always been kind to you and your mutation. You could control fire and that scared people. And when people were scared, they sometimes did terrible things, and you had paid the price of their fear almost all your life. You had thought that finding a good home, with people who knew what it was, would ease your mind, and for a time, it did ! But it seemed that your old demons had found their way back to you, all the way to the school where you worked as a teacher.

You couldn't sleep. Everytime you managed to fall into slumber, nightmares came to wake you up. Night terrors so strong and realistic that would scare you so much that you'd then refuse to go back to sleep. Every night you would get only two or three hours of sleep, be exhausted all day, and then repeat. It had been going on for about two weeks now, and you could see that your colleagues, and even students, were starting to notice that something was off. But what other choice did you have ?

Those nightmares came everytime you closed your eyes, leaving you in tears and your heart racing in your chest, terrified of what would happen if you went back to sleep.

Tonight was no different. Sitting on your bathroom floor, your face puffy and red, you were desperately trying to calm your breathing after your most recent nightmare. It was two in the morning and you knew that you could forget all hope of getting some more sleep after this. The water you had splashed on your face had cooled you down a bit, but you were still holding back sobs, hugging your legs close to your chest.

You were thinking about how difficult your day would be when a soft knock resonated at the door. You listened more closely, thinking that it was only your imagination, but whoever was in the hallway knocked a second time. You got up on shaky legs and made your way back into your room as the newcomer spoke.

"Y/N ? It's Charles. Could you open the door, please ?"

Panic shot through you. Of course, he didn't even need to say his name for you to recognize the voice. It had become as familiar to you as your own. A voice that always brought you comfort and kindness. The voice of the man who had offered you a home when no one else had. But that was precisely the reason why you didn't want him here. He couldn't see you like this, all distraught and pathetic. You couldn't bear to look him in the eye after that ! It was already hard enough to shield your mind during the day, so doing it now would be impossible !

Also, you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for Charles. You felt a great deal of things for the young telepath, and having him in your room would be just way too much to handle.

"I know you're awake," he said, his voice muffled by the door. "I just want to talk..."

You held back a groan of frustration and quickly looked at your reflection in a nearby mirror. Great. You were a total mess. There was no way he wouldn't notice something was wrong.

You took a deep breath and opened the door just a few inches, peaking into the hallway. As expected, Charles was standing there, in a pair of sweatpants and a grey T-shirt. He was looking at you with a worried expression plastered on his handsome face.

"Hi," you managed to squeak out.

"Can I come in for a minute ?"

"Hum... N-now isn't a really good time," you mumbled. "I'm sorry, but I just-I can't..."

You began to close the door but he stopped you by grabbing it with one hand. "Please, Y/N... I know about the nightmares."

You felt a pang of distress in your chest at his words. That was precisely what you had wanted to avoid. But he looked so worried, you didn't have the heart to tell him to leave. So instead, you slowly opened the door and he stepped inside before closing behind him.

It was an unusual sight, him standing in your room, only brightened by the moonlight coming between the curtains. You ran a hand through your hair, not daring to look at him directly.

"They're not that bad... The nightmares, I mean," you lied.

"You don't have to pretend," he said softly. "Not with me."

You swallowed hard but it didn't make the weight lodged in your throat disappear. "You shouldn't go through my head like that..."

"I didn't. It was just particularly loud this time..."

You nodded sheepishly and he asked, "How long has it been going on ?"

You shrugged, still avoiding his gaze. "A while..."

Charles closed the distance between the two of you and gently cupped your face in his hands to make you look at him. You didn't have the energy to push him away. It was like someone had taken your batteries out. And you didn't want to either. His palms felt so right against your cheeks, you could have stayed like this forever.

Your eyes finally met his, making your heart flutter in your chest. The telepath had always had such gorgeous eyes. Expressive eyes that could capture anyone's attention in a mere second. It took your breath away every time, you didn't seem to be able to get used to it.

You didn't want to be the reason behind the crease between his brow. He usually looked at you with such warmth, and you felt bad at the idea that you were the one to make him him feel that way now.

"You need to sleep, Y/N..." he murmured.

You let out a breath, exhaustion washing over you. "But I can't..."

He brushed his thumbs against your temples with the greatest care, and that simple gesture made goosebumps erupt all over your body.

"Let me help," he said, staring at you with pleading eyes.

You were vaguely aware that you were nodding, then being led towards the bed. Charles helped you lie down underneath the covers, your limbs heavy and sore.

You couldn't see him very clearly, but the mattress sank down a little as he lay down by your side, above the covers. He then brought you closer and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm embrace. Your head came to rest on his chest, just over his heart, as his arms wrapped around your frame. You felt his fingers tangle themselves into your hair, caressing your scalp with the delicateness of a feather, and couldn't hold back the sigh of comfort that escaped your lips.

It felt so good being held like this, and it had been so long too. You couldn't even remember when had been the last time that someone had shown you such affection and gentleness. This would certainly not help you see Charles like a simple friend, which was what he probably wanted, but you didn't have the will to put an end to it.

Just this once, you wanted to enjoy the feeling, even if you ended up hurting in the morning when he'd be gone. Just this once, you wanted to know what it was like to be cared for by him, to be held close by him, to be able to listen to his heartbeat, to feel his breath fanning over your forehead. To share his bed.

You felt so at peace in that very moment that you could have cried. Was that what if felt like ? Not to be scared to fall asleep ? You knew he would be looking out for you, that he would keep the nightmares at bay. What a wonderful feeling... You wished you could bask in it for the rest of your life. The idea that it would only last for a few hours filled you with desperate longing.

It was on that note that you finally fell asleep, running into the arms of Morpheus like one reunites with a very old friend.

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You awoke to the feeling of a hand playing softly with your hair. Some light was streaming into the room through the curtains but it was still early. You were cuddled up around Charles, clutching the fabric of his shirt and your legs tangled with his. You looked up, still groggy with sleep, only to see the telepath already looking at you. His mouth curved into a smile and you couldn't help but beam back at him.

"No nightmares ?" he asked.

"No nightmares."

His eyes gleamed in victory at your answer and you were once again struck by how beautiful they were. His smile widened and he said, "Your eyes are beautiful too..."

You froze and felt your entire face grow hot. It suddenly dawned on you that he might have seen the exact thing that you'd wanted to hide from him, while you were sleeping. And you had let him.

"Shit !" you muttered under your breath, pulling away. "I'm sorry, I know you don't feel like that, I-shit !"

As you were trying to straighten yourself, mortified, Charles did the same and cupped your face in his hands, like he had done the night before. You stilled, looking at his now very serious face. He leaned towards you and you felt yourself being pulled to him as well, like magnets. His lips captured yours, causing your entire body to be set ablaze. Your arms went to hook themselves around his neck and the two of you moved so that you would be lying on your back across his lap, never breaking the kiss.

He was still cradling your face in his hands, like he was scared that you might vanish into thin air. You thought your heart was going to beat straight out of your chest, but nothing in this world could have made you stop. The tips of his hair were like silk between your fingers, and the shape of his mouth seemed to have been forged to be pressed against your own.

You sighed into the kiss as his lips moved against yours, delicately but with undeniable hunger. He finally had to pull away so you could both breathe a little. The way he peered down at you made your head spin. The always so composed Professor Charles Xavier looked about ready to keep you in this bed for the rest of the day. Not that you would have been complaining !

He gently stroked your cheekbone with his thumb and you shivered, both because of that gesture and the intensity of his scrutiny. He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, lingering for just a few seconds before leaning his forehead against yours.

"I should have done that way sooner," he mumbled, his hands tracing the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.

A warm feeling spread inside your chest at his words and you replied, "We can still catch up for that lost time..."

The corner of his mouth lifted up in a mischievous smirk. "We certainly can !"

Here is part 2 of my Erik Lensherr one-shot called "Liability". Let me know what you think ! The gif is not mine !

You awoke with a start at a faint sound in your apartment. You froze in your bed, holding your breath so you could hear better. Surely enough, light footsteps made some noise, probably in the living room, and you felt fear churn in the pit of your stomach. Someone was in your apartment. In the middle of the night. You took a deep breath, trying to shake the paralyzing feeling but you weren't doing so great.

You got out of bed on shaky legs and quietly put on pair of shorts with your tank top, before grabbing the baseball bat near your bedside table. You had purchased it the day after your encounter with Erik Lensherr in the alley of your building. You had kept your promise, you had not said a word of it to anyone, but you didn't actually trust that he wouldn't be back. Hence the bat.

The door didn't make a sound, which you were so grateful for, and you slowly made your way towards the noise on your tiptoes. You heard some more footsteps and fumbling, which confirmed what you already knew. Someone had broken in. You paused, suddenly hesitating. What chance did you actually have ? Whoever was here was probably much tougher than you ! They would take one look at you and know right away how non-threatening you really were. Someone had once told you that scaring an intruder away was sometimes the best solution, not confrontation. Mustering your courage, you exclaimed in a strong voice :

"Whoever you are, I'm just letting you know that I am armed and that I'm not scared to use it ! Leave now and I won't need to !"

The noise stopped and you added, "I have a big dog ! He'll chase after you if I tell him to !"

You grimaced at your awful lie. There was no chance in hell they would even buy that ! You carefully walked into the living room, not seeing a thing in the thick darkness, but fully ready to strike at the first sign of movement.

"You don't scare me !"

Suddenly, all the lamps on the room lighted on, and at the same time, a deep voice rose up right behind you.

"Don't I ?"

You spun around with a scream, swinging the bat to hit whoever was there. It flew through the air but didn't touch anything, as the man responsible had jumped back just in time. Terror struck your heart when you saw no other than Erik Lensherr standing before you. Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of his smug look and you immediately swung at him again, no longer thinking straight. It was to be expected, he caught the bat mid-air in an iron grip and pulled on it harshly. You at least had the sense of mind to let go so you would not fall head first into his chest.

You froze in front of him as he glanced at your only defense that he was now possessing.

"A wooden bat," he mused, before looking at you. "Clever girl..."

You shook yourself out of you trance and bolted in the other direction. You didn't make it very far though. You were almost at the door when a small metallic sphere flew in front of your eyes, stopping you dead in your tracks. It floated towards you before nudging your forehead, the cold metal rather gentle, but threatening nonetheless.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the mutant spoke from behind you, his voice coming closer.

His arm came to rest on your shoulders and you tensed at this undeniably tighter than normal gesture.

"I would hate for it to damage a pretty face..."

You held back a whine as the little sphere circled around your head in a silent ballet. "What are you doing here ?" you managed to articulate, shivers running on your naked arms and legs at the feeling of his leather jacket on your skin.

You felt his gaze land on you but didn't dare cross it. Instead you stared right ahead, keeping very still with your hands on each side of you like you were held at gunpoint. Which you were, in a way, except that he didn't even need a gun to be dangerous.

He moved so he would be facing you again, a hard and unforgiving expression on his face. "Well, I'm here because someone couldn't keep her mouth shut !" he eventually answered.

Your breath caught in your throat at the underlying anger in his tone. "What are you talking about ?"

He shook his head in fake disappointment, not believing your surprise. "What happened, Y/N ? I thought we had a deal... You don't snitch on me and I don't pay you any visits ! Or were you that eager to see me again ?"

You ignored his teasing, too caught up in what he was accusing you of and what it would mean for you.

"I-I didn't !" you replied fiercely. "I didn't tell anyone, I swear !"

His eyes narrowed dangerously and his jaw clenched. You gulped, breathing hard under his scrutiny.

"Then why are you looking so guilty ?" he uttered, aligning his face with yours.

"I'm not looking guilty, I'm looking scared !" you exclaimed, your voice wavering with repressed tears. "You amused yourself with terrorizing me a week ago and now you broke into my apartment to threaten me even though I didn't do anything !"

You stopped, out of breath, and your voice hoarse. Silence fell into the room as he seemed to consider what you had just said. Then, like it was perfectly natural, he straightened and said, "I know."

You stared at him in utter disbelief, blinking slowly as realization hit you in the guts. "You-what ? You knew ?!"

"Well, it was either you or your passed out drunk neighbor. I guess he did remember me after all and warned the authorities."

Your mind went numb with shock. Had this absolute bastard really scared you to death for nothing ?! All of a sudden, you didn't even think about who he was, anger surged through your body and before you could register what you were doing, you slapped him as hard as you could across the face.

The silence that followed was deafening and the shock of what you had just done paralyzed you in your spot. You were pretty sure you had stopped breathing, the palm of your hand tingling after the impact. The look he gave you made you tremble, a primal fear seeping into your veins like freezing water. Every nerve in your body was telling you to run but you just couldn't. The mutant rubbed his cheek and chin, still watching you with burning eyes. Then, very slowly, like he was holding back a mighty rage, he said :

"Do that again and I can assure you that there's no one in this world who will be able to save you."

You let out a breath of air, amazed. Was he really not going to retaliate ? You couldn't believe it ! But as you were savoring your relief, he took a step towards you, stopping only a few inches from your face. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your forehead, and you felt your heart rise in the back of your throat.

"Now that I've made myself clear, you're going to help me with something."

You paled a little, expecting the worst. "What do you want ?"

He grinned widely and asked, "What kind of medical supplies do you have here ?"

Your brows knitted together in confusion but something was telling you that now was not the time to demand an explanation, nor to make him repeat himself. "Uhm... I-I have a little bit of everything in the bathroom. My mother was a nurse..."

"Great. Any medical knowledge yourself ?"

"The basics... What for ?"

He took a step back and shrugged off his jacket, but you noticed that he was being very cautious with his movements, like he was in pain. He turned around and you saw that his white T-shirt was soaked in blood around his right shoulder. Your eyes went wide when you spotted the large gash under the ripped fabric.

"Let's make a deal," he said, eyeing you above his shoulder. "You help me with this and I'll consider forgetting about your little stunt here. How does that sound ?"

"So, if I help you out, you'll leave me alone ?" you asked as hope rose in your chest. "You won't be back here ?"

A low chuckle escaped his throat. "If that helps you sleep better at night then fine. I'll leave you alone."

That was all you needed to hear. On those words, you turned on your heels and made your way to the bathroom, too happy to put some distance between the two of you, even for just a minute. You didn't feel particularly confortable about leaving him in your living room without surveillance, but it was still better than to be stuck there with him.

Now, you just had to survive the next few minutes. Fix him up and he would be on his way, and you could go back to your normal, safe life. You opened the first drawer under your sink to grab your first aid kit which contained all sorts of bandages, some thread and needles, and alcohol. You were about to go back to him when you paused. You eyed the hairbrush on the edge of the sink. The handle was surprisingly pointy at the end for such a harmless object, you sometimes even used it to open packages. And it was made of wood. If something went wrong again, it certainly wouldn't hurt to have something to defend yourself with.

You quickly shoved it into the waistband of your shorts, covering it with your top, before going back towards the living room. He had taken his shirt off, which seemed logical but certainly didn't help ease your nerves. He looked at you with suspicion in his pale eyes and you realized that you had taken a little too much time in the bathroom. You gulped and put on a neutral expression, the hairbrush behind your back feeling suddenly a lot heavier.

"You're going to need some stitches and to sterealize the wound to prevent any infection," you managed to explain in a relatively composed voice.

"Ever done that before ?"

You stared at him as realization hit you like a punch. "You want me to do it ?!"

"Try to see the bright side," he replied. "You'll get to stab me multiple times with a needle !"

You realized that he was joking but couldn't bring yourseld to laugh. You weren't actually worried about the stitches, or even the blood, those were nothing new to you. What was really worrying you was the idea that you'd have to be really close to him. And that thought made your stomach do a flip. Your hesitation could apparently be read all over your face, you were also clutching the small bag, because he gave you a wide, knowing grin that made your blood heat up in embarrassment.

"What's wrong, Y/N ? I thought I didn't scare you..."

You swallowed hard. How you hated the way his words made your face flush. You needed to get a grip ! He'd see that you were tougher than what you let on ! But that was easier said than done when you faltered every time he looked your way... Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you walked with some degree of confidence to the dinner table after grabbing some clean cloths in a cuphoard.

"Sit here," you indicated, nodding to a chair.

Surprisingly, he obeyed, not without giving you a side way glance on his way. You took everything you needed out of the kit and took a deep breath. Alright, let's get this over with !

He was sitting with his arms propped on the chair's dossier, his back exposed to you and his legs on the side. You sat normally behind him and desinfected your hands before taking a look at the wound. The gash wasn't too deep but it was rather extended and would need at least five points. You took your needle and some thread, your heart beating hard in your chest. You could do this ! This was just his back, you were going to be just fine ! You let out a deep breath and saw his back muscle tense up as he spoke.

"You might want to avoid doing that..."

"S-sorry !" you stuttered, your face on fire.

Eager to get this done, you managed to finally get on with it. You put your hands around the wound and was surprised to find his skin so warm. Or maybe yours was just really cold, you hadn't noticed, and you were pretty sure you had just heard him inhale sharply at the contact. Your hands were shakier than normal and you gritted your teeth, mentally slapping yourself to put yourself together, your anxiety only rising with each passing second.

The mutant must have felt it because he glanced at you from above his shoulder. "Steady..." he said in a low tone.

You nodded, not daring to cross his gaze, and took a few seconds to steady your fingers. When it was done, the rest went by in a haze. You stitched his skin back together with the greatest care and he didn't flinch even once. Once your were done, you admired your work, rather satisfied, before dabbing over the wound with alcohol as gently as possible, during which he didn't move either.

"Alright, I'm done !" you announced at his intention.

He glanced back at your work and gave you a small, appreciative nod for which you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. "Any other wounds ?"

As an answer, he turned around to face you and you had to resist the urge to move your chair back. You saw a few other cuts on his torso right away, rather shallow ones but that should be cleaned and bandaged. One was situated above his heart, and he also had a scratch at the base of his neck.

"Looks like they got you pretty bad," you commented while pouring some alcohol over a new cloth.

"They did. Glass does just as much damage as metal, it seems..."

"Did you break into their home too ?"

The bitter question had slipped between your lips before you could hold it in and you instantly bit on your tongue in reprimand. He eyed you with one eyebrow raised as a smirk slowly stretched the corner of his mouth, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"Are we getting cheeky, Ms Y/L/N ?" he said from the back of his throat.

You didn't reply and averted your gaze, to which he had a low chuckle. You gathered your courage and raised your hand holding the cloth to take care of the scratch mark near his neck. You had to lean a little closer to reach it and you suddenly wondered if he was sitting so far on purpose. You had no other choice but to sit at the very edge of your seat, one of his knees lodged between yours. You tried to ignore how his jeans brushed against your exposed legs, but it was far from easy. Without a word, you gently dabbed some alcohol on the red marks.

You made the mistake to glance up for one second, only to see him already looking at you, a slightly amused glint in his eyes. You immediately looked away, maybe a little too quickly, because he seemed to stifle a laugh. You still didn't react. He was insufferable but he would be gone soon and you could forget all about it.

The wound above his heart was a little more serious, but wouldn't necessitate any stitches. You raised your hands again and realized that you were shaking slightly. The events of the night were really taking a toll on you and his proximity wasn't helping. You didn't know why you were being so nervous. It wasn't like he was going to attack you while you were helping him, that wouldn't make any sense. But there was just something about him that made you lose all composure. And you were ready to bet that he knew very well about your state of mind, which was even worse.

Without any warning, he gently encircled your wrist with his hand. Your first instinct was to freeze and you looked at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing ?"

His lips turned upwards in a thin smile and he simply said, "You were shaking, I thought I'd help..."

Your mouth went dry as your entire arm tingled at his touch. He slowly guided your hand to the wound on his chest, his rough fingers surprisingly light around the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, and you cleaned it, no longer shaking. You were vaguely aware that you were breathing a bit more heavily than normal but you could hardly do anything about it besides hoping that he wouldn't notice. He eventually released you and you handed him a large bandage to cover the gash, which he applied without protesting.

"You know I could have taken care of those two myself, right ?" he asked, rather of matter-of-factly.

Your face fell and your jaw dropped in disbelief. "And you're telling me this now ?!"

He gave you a mischievous look which only embarrassed you more. "I heard that it's never a good idea to argue with nurses," he said in false innocence. "I didn't want to get slapped again !"

You blushed at the memory and averted your gaze to put the dirty cloth down. You then got up and went to the kitchen sink to wash your hands, as they were stained with blood. You tried to ignore the way your heart jumped when you heard him leave his chair to follow you there.

You were drying your hands, turning around, when you suddenly found yourself face to face with him again, a lot closer than you thought he'd be. You froze in your spot, clutching the hand towel in a death grip as he looked down at you. You could feel the heat coming off of his body. You hadn't realized how chilly you actually were in this outfit. His chest seemed so inviting all of a sudden... That thought made your head spin and you had to blink several times to make it go away.

He eyed you up and down and you couldn't help the shot of elecriticity that traveled through your entire body. He then leaned towards you, making your breath catch in your throat, and one of his arm curved around your waist, without actually touching you. You felt his fingers lift the back of your top, just a few inches, and you stopped breathing, not even able to look away from him. A tingling sensation went up your spine as his digits grazed your skin ever so slightly, but you were soon brought back in reality when he removed his hand, holding the hairbrush you had hidden in your waistband.

He held it up, clearly noting the pointy end of it, raising his eyebrows at you. You felt all the blood drain from your face, but much to your bewilderment, he didn't actually get angry. Instead, he just put it down on the nearby counter before saying, "Thank you for your hospitality, Y/N... You've been quite the distraction tonight !"

You gulped down as he finally took several steps away from you to go back into the living room. You had to wait a few seconds to follow him, too busy trying to gather your thoughts, and when you joined him, he was putting his shirt back on, careful not to rip the fresh stitches. He also put on his leather jacket as a way to cover up the blood stains on his T-shirt as you watched on the side.

He walked to the couch and picked up the bat that he had carelessly thrown there. His pale eyes landed on you and for a second, worry arose in your mind. But he simply held the bat out for you to take, which you gingerly did, wondering what he was doing. You held onto it tightly and he gave you an amused grin.

"You have a nice swing," he commented, reffering to your previous attempt to bash his head in. "But try not to get yourself into too much trouble now, alright ?"

You didn't reply and he simply walked to the door with you following at a safe distance. "Are you going to come back here in like a week with blood all over you again ?" you asked.

He smiled wickedly, a devious glint in his eyes. "Is that an invitation ?"

"No !" your answer cut through the air. "We had a deal."

He thoughtfully considered you before admitting. "We do, indeed..."

You thought for a second that he looked disappointed, but it was gone so quickly that you had probably just imagined it.

"Goodbye then, Y/N..." he said, looking at you one last time above his shoulder as he opened the door.

"Goodbye..." you replied in a small voice, watching him closely. "Erik..."

He smiled and that was the last thing you saw of him before he disappeared into the hallway. The lock made a quick clicking sound behind him, even though neither of you was holding a key.

This Erik Lensherr one-shot is not linked to my first three, it has a completely different plot ! Hope you'll enjoy it ! The gif is not mine !

Your strides quickened as rain began to pour down on your head. You had hoped you'd make it on time, but apparently, you wouldn't be that lucky. The sky was getting menacing, dark grey clouds gathering above the city buildings. You just had to get to yours and get warmed up in your own small apartment. The thought made you accelerate as you ignored the wind and rain biting at your skin.

You took your keys out of your purse to unlock the gate leading to your building, your hair and clothes clinging uncomfortably to your skin, but was surprised to find it already unlocked. You sighed. What was even the point of this safety measure if the other residents kept forgetting to lock behind them ?

You walked into the alleyway that led to the stairs, locked after you with a reassuring click, and made your way into the narrow alley. You were smiling at the idea of your warm home after your long day, when you saw something that made you stop dead in your tracks. Ahead of you, one of your neighbors was lying on the ground, unconscious. And crouching above him was another man in a long coat, his short hair dripping with water. You could only see his profile but it was enough for you to recognize him. After all, he was the public enemy N°1. The infamous Erik Lensherr, capable of controlling metal with a single flick of the wrist.

Your froze into place, unable to form a single word, which was probably for the best, since the man hadn't spotted you yet, too caught up in whatever he had done to your neighbor. It wasn't even that you liked the guy ! He always looked a bit sketchy, smelling of alcohol and sometimes acted a bit inappropriately towards you, but still, you didn't actually want to find him beaten up, or worse, in front of your building !

The mutant suddenly rose up, straightening his coat, and you took a step back, startled by the sudden action. You realised with panic that you couldn't run up the stairs to find shelter inside, or you'd have to get closer to them first, which was out of the question. But as you were about to run the other way and into the street, the man spun around and looked right at you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

He seemed very displeased to find you there and your heart dropped at the icy stare he gave you. You had to get out of there, now ! Without losing any more time, you forced your feet to move and ran to the gate that you had just come through. Your hands were shaking as you gripped your keys into your frozen and slippery hands, and you felt panic rise in your chest. You tried to insert a key into the lock but it wouldn't fit, the fear blurring your vision. You eventually managed to find the right one but, to your great dismay, the set of keys suddenly flew out of your hands.

Terror seeping into your bones like paralyzing venom, you risked a glance into the alley, where the keys had disappeared into. The mutant was standing a few feet away, your keys in hand, jingling softly as to mock your own foolishness. He wore a hard expression on his face, and even though you could tell he was a very handsome man, you knew in your very bones that your fear was justified. You were in deep trouble...

You swallowed with difficulty and when he took a few steps in your direction, you immediately recoiled against the gate. You clung to the steel bars with both hands, screaming into the street.

"Please, somebody help ! Can someone hear me, please !"

Your voice broke down as you desperately shook the gate, half hoping that it would open like magic. Footsteps came closer and you were spun around as a hand covered your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes went wide at the sight of the man holding you still and you felt like you were going to pass out. No one could hear you. Not with this pouring rain, in this deserted neighborhood.

The mutant put a finger to his lips, still holding your keys, while staring right into your eyes. No matter how terrified you were, you found yourself unable to look away.

"If you know what's good for you," he spoke in a low, threatening tone. "You won't do that again."

You exhaled shakily through your nose, your hands clenched into fists at your sides, and he carefully released you. He didn't step away though, as he probably didn't trust that you wouldn't scream again. You physically couldn't back away more than you already had. The rusty metal of the gate dug into your shoulder blades as you pressed yourself against it in a desperate attempt to put some distance between the fugitive and yourself.

He spoke again, his pale eyes never leaving yours. "What are you doing here ?"

You stayed silent, your heart beating so hard that you thought for a second that it was going to burst out of your chest. You couldn't tell him that it was your home ! In the very thin eventuality that he wouldn't kill you right then and there, you didn't want him to know where you lived. You'd have to move away !

He didn't really seem to mind your mutism, at least you weren't screaming, and his eyes traveled between your set of keys in his hand and your face. "Do you live here ?" he questioned with a movement of the chin towards the building.

You considered lying but he had already made the connection, and honestly, what other reason would you have to be here ? You nervously nodded, not trusting your own voice to form words. He raised his eyebrows in apparent surprise.

"Not a very safe neighborhood ! Especially for a little thing such as yourself. You never know who you might stumble into..."

A powerful shiver ran down your spine, and you didn't know if it was due to the cold or to your fear. Probably both. You didn't know if he actually enjoyed seeing you so scared, but he sure as hell didn't seem to hate it !

"What's your name ?" he inquired.

This one you had to actually answer with words. You swallowed hard and managed to choke out, "Y/N..."

He humed, the sound coming from deep within his chest. He seemed to be lost in thought, like he was pondering whether or not you would be a threat to him. Then he asked, "Do you know who I am, Y/N ?"

You vigorously shook your head, hoping that this would make him leave you alone, but his expression only hardened. He put your keys in his pants pocket and you started breathing heavily. That didn't mean anything good !

You were going to pass out. You were going to pass out and who knew what would happen then ! Tears began to run down your cheeks, mixing with the rain, as your chest heaved rapidly in panic. Two large hands steadied you, resting on each side of your face, and the man lowered himself to be on your eye-level.

"Shhh," he said softly, his grin surprisingly gentle. "I'm not going to hurt you if you just tell me what I want to know. Because you see, Y/N, I don't think you're telling me the truth..."

You clenched your eyes shut, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of his palms cupping your freezing face.

"Erik Lensherr," you whispered, black dots dancing behind your closed eyelids. "You're Erik Lensherr."

You heard him sigh and he let go of your face. You exhaled shakily and opened your eyes to see that he had taken a step back. Your relief was, however, short.

"That is unfortunate..." he murmured.

Your breath caught in your throat at his words.

"Do you see this man ?" he pointed your neighbor with his thumb.

You nodded, watching him closely for a sign of what he'd do next.

"He's so drunk that he won't even remember seeing me here..."

You felt some kind of relied that the passed out man wasn't actually dead. But you didn't like where this conversation was going at all. Confirming your suspicions, he continued. "But you... You might become a problem. And I really don't need any more problems..."

You looked at him with pleading eyes, a deeply rooted fear building inside your chest once again, taking your breath away.

"No, please !" you blurted out as he leaned with his arms on each side of you against the gate.

You shrunk onto yourself even more as he watched you with somber eyes.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise ! Please, I won't tell ! I just want to go home, you won't have to worry about me !"

What was even the point of negociating with a man like him ? You were nothing to him but a liability, you knew that. But, to your great surprise, he leaned back, his eyes boring into yours. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out your keys. You looked at him in disbelief, your heart hammering inside your chest.

He raised them at your level and you gingerly took them between your fingers. But before you could lower your hand, his digits suddenly closed like steel around your wrist. You jumped, startled, but he simply said :

"Careful, Y/N... I would hate to have to come back here to find you."

You gulped as he didn't release you, towering over you with a stone like expression on his features. "And trust me," he added coldly. "You would hate it too."

He finally let go and took several steps back. You watched as he designated the alley with an open arm. It took you a second to be able to move, it was like your feet didn't obey you anymore. But then, you managed to take small steps forward, carefully going around him. He watched your every move closely, which you were terribly aware of.

You practically ran to the stairs, afraid that he might change his mind, and barely glanced at the man lying unconscious on the ground. You sprinted up the stairs, almost breaking your neck in the process, and got to the door, key in hand. You risked a glance where the mutant had stayed and saw that he was still staring at you with an unreadable look on his face.

He didn't say anything though, and when you got yourself inside behind a locked door, he didn't come after you either. But it wasn't until you were safely hidden inside your own apartment that you allowed yourself to let go of the breath you didn't know you had been holding.

This is a Charles Xavier one-shot, no smut but some mentions of sexual relationships. I hope you'll like it, don't hesitate to leave a comment. The gif is not mine !

"Hey ! What are you doing ?!" you exclaimed in protest as Erik shoved you into the cup hoard, usually used to store brooms and cleaning supplies.

You stumbled into it but managed to not fall by catching yourself on the back wall. Unfortunately, the man didn't stop there. Less than a second later, Charles was also thrown into the very small room, letting out a string of profanities against his friend. Before you could do anything about it, Erik slammed the door shut, plunging you into darkness, and you heard the sound of the lock followed by an other metallic noise, like he was blocking the door from the outside.

"Get your problems sorted out and I'll consider opening the door," Erik said, his voice muffled by the distance. "Have fun in there !"

"What ?! " you lunged forward, ready to kick down the door but only managed to bump into Charles.

You jumped back like this simple contact had burned you and he called after his friend. "It's not funny, Erik ! Get back here, I'm not kidding !"

"What are you waiting for ?" you snapped in annoyance. "Use your powers, make him come back !"

"I can't just control him whenever I please ! It's not right !"

You let out a growl of frustration. "You gotta be kidding me !"

Charles didn't reply and you huffed, leaning back against the wall with your arms crossed. You felt him move around and snarled, "What are you doing now ? Stop that !"

"I'm just looking for the switch !"

Soon enough, the single lightbulb above your heads began emitting some light, and you could finally see what was around you.

Charles and you were closer to each other than you had thought and you swallowed hard at the sudden proximity. The shelves on either side of the tiny room didn't leave you much space, so you were basically nose to nose, sharing the same air. You stared at each other awkwardly and, in an attempt to divert his attention, you questioned :

"Why is he doing this anyway ?"

"He probably noticed that our relations were a bit strained. That's his way of fixing things up..."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in disbelief. "I don't get why you can't just get into his head to make him free us."

"Because it's wrong and that I would not do it unless it is a matter of life or death !"

"God, you're so self-righteous !" you uttered between gritted teeth.

Charles let out an uncharacteristically dark chuckle. "You didn't seem to mind that much when you came to my room last week."

You gasped in shock, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. You couldn't believe he was bringing that up now ! The two of you had gotten into fights and banter for as long as you could remember. And it also had ended a few times in your bed or his, last week included.

The telepath was absolutely unfazed by your outraged reaction and even added, "Actually, if I remember correctly, you even seemed to have a pretty good time !"

You stuttered, not capable of forming actual words, and started grabbing sponges and cleaning cloths off the shelves to throw them at his chest. It was actually pretty difficult, considering the very little space you had, but you didn't really care.

"You're the worst !" you kept repeating. "Really the worst ! I can't believe you !"

Charles suddenly grabbed a hold of both of your wrists and backed you against the wall right behind you.

"Steady now," he said in a low tone.

You were panting slightly from your little stunt and the serious expression he now wore on his face always brought a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. He was breathing hard too, his chest heaving with each inspiration.

"I'm just saying that if we can get along in the sheets, we could also make it work in the streets !"

You gave him a bitter look. "Did you have to phrase it like that ?"

He gave you an insolent grin, almost mischievous. "What ? Am I wrong ? I could have sworn you were enjoying yourself, judging by the face you made when I-"

"Shut up, Charles !" you cut him off before he could finish his sentence, your cheeks heating up some more.

He raised an eyebrow innocently but there was an amused glint in his deep blue eyes that clearly showed how much he enjoyed pushing your buttons.

"Don't be so smug, it's not a good look !" you told him sternly.

Actually, you quite liked this side of him, and you were struggling not to let him know just how much you remembered that night together a week ago.

It was very hard not to think about it, especially with him standing so close to you, still holding your wrists tightly. He leaned towards you, the wall preventing you from going anywhere, until your forehead were almost touching. You noticed that his eyes had gotten darker and looked up at him, holding your breath.

He stared right into your eyes and murmured, "Liar...".

All the while, he was tracing the inside of your left wrist with his thumb, which was sending little jolts of electricity through your arm. It could have looked like it was a completely absent-minded gesture, but something was telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Your face went hot and you gritted your teeth in anger. "Oh, so forcing Erik to come and get us is wrong but going inside my head is fine, is that it ?"

He gave you a toothy smile and you instantly knew that you had made a mistake.

"I'm not in your head, Y/N, you're just thinking really loudly."

You averted your gaze, embarrassed, and heard him chuckle.

"If I let go of your wrists, are you going to throw sponges at me again ?" he asked, stifling a laugh.

You couldn't help but smile a little. No matter how often you fought, it was just too hard to stay mad at him. That's how charming he was.

"I guess you'll just have to find out !" you replied playfully.

He tilted his head to the side before quickly letting go and raising his hands in surrender.

"Now, what do you say we try being a team for a change ?" he suggested.

You made a face as if you were considering it. "Hmm, I don't know... You're a real pain sometimes, Charles. Not sure we're actually made to work as a team..."

While you were talking, he had put one hand against the wall on the side of your head, observing you with gleaming eyes. A small grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he leaned into you. Your heart hammered in your chest as he dropped a chaste kiss at the base of your neck.

"What are you playing at ?" you managed to let out breathily.

"You look like you might need some convincing," he mumbled, each word tickling your skin.

He pressed the rest of his body against yours and you couldn't resist putting your hands around his waist, clenching the fabric of his white shirt. Your eyes fluttered shut when his lips kissed a little higher on your neck. He began leaving open-mouthed kisses all over, and you let out an involuntary sigh, to which he responded by suddenly snaking a hand under your shirt, up your back. You jumped slightly and shivered as his lips continued their relentless conquest of your neck.

"Your hands are cold," you whispered, goosebumps erupting under his fingertips.

"You'll warm them up," he replied while rubbing small circles with his thumb along your spine.

His kisses started becoming a bit less gentle and sweet, nibbling at the sensitive skin. You sucked in a breath as he attacked a very specific spot right below your earlobe. He knew that it was your weakness. A small whimper left your lips before you could hold it back, which made him hum in satisfaction.

"I love the sounds you make..."

Your face suddenly grew very hot at his words and you stuttered. "F-fine ! I agree to make an effort so that we don't fight anymore !"

This time he made a rather disappointed noise, his right hand still busy tracing unknown patterns on your bare back.

"I was hoping I'd get to convince you a little longer..."

"You know," you chuckled. "If we're gonna work together for real, maybe this is not the best idea..."

You felt his lips go higher on your throat, following your jawline. He then surprised you by capturing your lips in a heated kiss that made your head spin, suckling lightly on your bottom lip. He pulled away for a second, just the time to reply.

"Of course it is ! It's a great... Team-building exercise, I'm loving the idea !"

His lips were immediately back on yours and you allowed yourself a few seconds of this, your mind deliciously numb with the feeling of his mouth. When you broke apart to catch your breath, you stopped him.

"We're in a broom closet, Charles !"

His eyes were dark and envious, and his lips terribly inviting. He looked at your mouth like it was the only thing that could ever satisfy him in the entire world. He shook his head, his dark hair a glorious mess on his head.

"They won't mind !" he replied cheekily, making you laugh.

But he seemed to have understood that, even with this incredible make-out session, you weren't planning on getting into his pants between dusty old shelves and boxes. He pulled away, not without a playful groan, and you combed a hand through his hair to try and fix it up.

"Erik better get his ass here quickly if he doesn't want me to rip his head off !" you joked.

Charles wiggled his eyebrows with a boyish smile. "Oh I don't know... I kind of want to send him a thank you note !"

This one-shot directly follows my first two one-shots about Erik Lensherr. First one was "Nervous ?", second one was "Interruption", and this is part 3 ! I hope you'll like it, let me know in the comments ! The gif is not mine !

You woke up in haze, soft rays of sunlight streaming between the curtains of your room. You rubbed your tired eyes and frowned at the general soreness of your body. Weird. But then, you noticed a sort of weight around your waist and everything came back to you in flashes. Erik. Erik was in your bed. You went very still and listened to his slow and steady breathing for a few seconds. Thankfully, he was still asleep.

You didn't know why you were being so awkward about it, truly. But it was Erik Lensherr for crying out loud ! In your bed ! And probably still very much naked, as were you ! You felt your cheeks burn at the thought and as memories of last night flooded your mind. No wonder you were so sore ! The two of you had gone for a few rounds, and it had been a while !

Erik shifted slightly behind you and brought you closer to his chest, his breath fanning over your hair. Dear God, your hair... It was probably an absolute mess right now, and you were ready to bet that your morning face was no better. Maybe you could quickly sneak into your adjacent bathroom without waking him up.

Very slowly, you took a hold of his wrist to lift his arm off of you with the greatest care. You managed to free yourself from his embrace and looked around the room for your clothes. They had to be somewhere ! You muttered a curse under your breath when you spotted them on the other side of the room. You didn't feel like walking butt-naked all the way over there but you couldn't take the sheet either or that would probably wake him up, so you grabbed the smaller knitted blanket resting on the side of the bed. You wished you had at least your underwear near, as the blanket wasn't very big, but it was nowhere in sight.

You were carefully extrading yourself from your warm and inviting bed, when a deep gruff voice rang out behind you.

"And where are you going ?"

You froze, startled, and glanced above your shoulder at the man on the other side of the bed. Well, shit.

He had his head propped up on one hand, his elbow digging into his pillow, and you were shocked by how handsome he looked in the yellow light of the morning, whereas you probably looked like a deranged goblin. His gorgeous eyes held a glint of amusement and you could see that he was holding back a smile at you busted expression.

"I uh-I was just going to the bathroom," you said in a small voice.

You quickly covered yourself, a gesture he didn't miss.

"You know, I'm pretty sure there isn't anything new for me to see," he teased with an eyebrow raised.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, which he seemed to find particularly amusing. You rose from the bed, the thin blanket wrapped around your body. Erik watched you intently, leaning back against the bed frame with his broad naked shoulders emerging from the sheets. You did your best to ignore his stare, which was far from easy, as you looked around for your clothes of the day before, with no luck.

"Hey, have you seen my stuff from yesterday ?"

Erik glanced down near the bedside table and picked up your pair of underwear from the floor. He proudly held it up between two fingers, a large smile plastered on his face. "You mean this ?"

You narrowed your eyes at him before coming closer and trying to grab it. But he was faster than you and just tossed it aside, out of your reach.

"Hey !"

Your protest turned into a squeal of surprise when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and made you fall onto the bed, by his side.

"What are you doing ?" you giggled as he swiftly replaced your knitted blanket by the soft cotton bedsheets.

He engulfed you in his arms, letting out a light grunt of ease. He rolled over so that he would have you pinned underneath him. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear while looking at you softly.

"Good morning, Miss Y/L/N..." he spoke with a huge toothy smile.

You rolled your eyes but gave in. "Good morning..."

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving butterfly kisses over your throat, which made you squirm. "Stop it ! It tickles !"

He laughed, his chest vibrating with the sound, which seemed to resonate in your entire body. He dropped a single kiss on your clavicle before glancing at you. He intertwined your fingers with a content sigh.

"You were amazing last night..."

Thousands of bubbles seemed to burst all at once in your chest at his words and you turned away with an embarrassed smile, but he wanted none of that. He tilted your chin towards him with his free hand.

"Don't hide from me, Y/N," he murmured. "You really were."

His thumb gently stroked your lower lip, making you shiver. Feeling suddenly brave, you replied. "Well, so were you... I mean-great. It was great."

He smirked, visibly amused by your nervous stuttering.

"Why, thank you !" he chuckled before bringing your joined hands to his mouth.

He lightly kissed the tip of each of your fingers, one after the other, his other hand playing with your hair. You relaxed into his arms with a sigh. It didn't really last though, as people began making noise in the hallway, starting their day.

"We have to get up," you groaned.

"What a horrendous idea !" he commented, not moving at all.

"I'm serious ! I have to get dressed, with a shower first..."

"Great, let's do that !" he grinned, nibbling at your exposed shoulder.

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful behavior. "I'm taking that shower alone, Erik ! And you have to go too !"

He humed in displeasure.

"Or..." he trailed, his voice getting lower, seductive. "We could go for another round..."

He started kissing down your neck then chest, your body immediately reacting to his. You looked down at him, flushed, and he locked eyes with you, smugly.

"W-we don't have time for that !" you let out in a breath.

But you both knew that it wasn't an actual protest and that you had already succumbed to his convincing arguments. He winked before diving under the covers.

"I'll make it quick !"

Alright, that's it ! I know it was shorter but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. There probably won't be a part 3 but I will definitely write other Erik Lensherr one-shots in the future, they just won't be linked to these three. Thank you for reading, let me know what you thought !

This is part two of my first Erik Lensherr one-shot called "Nervous ?". I hope you'll like it, I'd love to hear your thoughts, don't hesitate to leave a comment ! The gif is not mine !

There is no smut in this, but things may get heated a little, so don't read if you're not confortable with that. There is also some swearing.

You hummed a little song to yourself while folding laundry on your bed. You were enjoying some much needed alone time after a tough week at the school. There just had been so much work recently, you'd had barely any time to breathe. But it'd had at least one advantage. It had really taken your mind off the fact that Erik, after your nightly encounter a month ago, had promptly bailed without a word to you. You would be lying if you said it didn't weigh on you, but hey, what did you expect ?

You were neatly folding a shirt when the sound of a door closing made you jump slightly. You looked up, expecting to see one of your co-workers or even a student in need of guidance, but no. What you weren't expecting at all was to find Erik standing there, hands behind his back, like it was perfectly normal. He grinned at you from across the room as you stood, frozen.

"Y/N, still jumpy, I see... " he spoke lightly.

You stared at him, not believing your own ears and eyes, before you exclaimed, "Oh you absolute asshole !"

His eyebrows shot up in astonishment. "I beg your pardon ?"

You didn't even answer, too caught up in your anger to care. At this point, you were seeing red. You started throwing stuff at him, mostly clothes, fuming. You threw everything that you could get your hands on. Shirts, socks, pillows, a few books that missed him completely and went crashing against the door and wall. In your anger, you didn't even care to aim but some of the projectiles still hit him, which brought you great relief. He managed to dodge most of the stuff though, or to deflect some, like pants, with his powers. You were also screaming at him the whole time, letting out a whole month worth of profanities and rage.

"I can't believe you ! You leave without even a goodbye ! I don't hear anything from you in months and now you have the nerve to show your face here like nothing happened ?! Go fuck yourself, Erik !"

You threw the last of your pillows in his face, enraged, but he caught it easily, eyes wide with shock. "Will you please calm down ?!"

You sputtered, your chest heaving with the lack of air. "Calm down ? Calm down ?! Don't you fucking tell me to calm down ! I'm not just some toy for you to play with then toss aside whenever you please !"

You jumped on the bed to make your way over to him, ready to throw him out yourself, but your feet tangled themselves into the sheets and you felt your legs give out. You toppled over, your voice dying down to a gasp of surprise, but you didn't fall to the ground. Instead, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you tightly and you collapsed head first into a chest.

Erik helped you land back on your feet, but didn't let go right away, holding you for a little longer. Your thoughts went back to that night, that kiss, and you could feel your cheeks heat up at the memory. What was it to this man that made you so weak in the knees everytime he was near you ?

Trying to regain your composure, you said, "I'm still mad at you !"

He had a somber expression on his face and he released you before taking a step back. "I know."

Your anger had died down a little actually, leaving you only with the lingering feeling of hurt and disappointment you had originally felt when you found out about his sudden departure.

"I just wished you would have said something. At least, that it was it, that you didn't want anything more. Don't leave me to think that this was meaningful if it was just a one time thing..."

Strangely, he looked almost hurt by your words. "Is that what you think it was to me ?"

You looked at him in disbelief. "You left the next morning, without a single word to me. What else did you want me to think, Erik ?"

That seemed to make him think because you saw him clench his jaw and look down. But then, to your great surprise, he said something that you never thought you'd hear him say.

"I'm sorry."

You didn't hide your surprise and stared at him.

"That's not what I wanted you to believe, I just had to leave in a hurry. I came here hoping to make it up to you..."

Silence followed. You honestly weren't expecting that, you had actually assumed he had come to laugh at you or something. You let out a little Oh, suddenly feeling a little silly. You could have at least listened before basically assaulting him with your laundry. You looked around the room, awkwardly eyeing the mess you had made. You started to pick up the discarded clothes and pillows. When you turned to him you saw that he was handing you a pair of rolled up socks and a white T-shirt. When you reached out to grab them, he smiled thinly, a spark in his eyes.

"It seems like we always end up like this, somehow..."

Thinking back to that time ha was referring to, you couldn't help but smile at the similar situation. Some of the tension from before disappeared after that, which was a relief. You didn't actually enjoy getting angry, even if all the yelling and throwing had been very cathartic.

You tossed the clothes on the bed and watched as Erik took a step in your direction, hands in his pockets.

"Kind of wish I were the one you tossed on your bed..."

You instantly felt your entire face burn and you scoffed to hide that, whatever he was trying to do here, it was clearly working. He shot you his signature grin, savoring the effect he had on you.

"Nice try, Mr. Lensherr ! Very smooth !" you managed to reply in a rather playful and unaffected voice.

You turned away to walk to your bedside table where another shirt had landed but as you were reaching for it, you felt a presence right behind you. You stilled, a chill going up your spine. The rough stubble on his chin rubbed against your neck when he leaned into you and he said in a low, dangerous tone :

"Mr. Lensherr, uh ? Careful, I kinda like the sound of that..."

You were pretty certain that you could have literally burst into flames at that moment. His arms circled your waist as his head came to rest in the crook of your neck, and he pressed his chest to your back. You couldn't help but lean into his embrace a little, which made him hum in satisfaction against you. He dropped a few small kisses along your jawline, moving dangerously towards your neck.

"We're at the school !" you warned as you sucked in a breath. "Someone could come in with a question !"

You heard a quick clicking sound behind you and guessed that he had just locked the door. You swirled around and gave him a look. He simply smirked, sneaking a hand around your lower back to bring you closer.

"You think you're very clever, don't you ?" you taunted, holding onto his upper arms.

His eyes darkened and you felt your stomach do a flip, troubled by the sudden intensity in his stare. You leaned into each other, your hands travelling to grab the back of his neck. But when your lips were about to touch, a soft knock was heard, followed by a voice :

"Y/N ? It's Hank, do you have a second ?"

You internally screamed at the interruption and Erik grunted, "You gotta be kidding me !"

You reluctantly pulled away, shoving Erik out of sight, which elicited a chuckle from him. You shushed him, slightly panicking at the idea of your colleague finding out about this, and went to open the door after unlocking it. In the hallway, Hank gave you a curious look.

"Why was the door locked ?"

You opened your mouth, stuttering a little a the sight of Erik nonchalantly leaning against the wall, hidden by the open door. He gave you a wink, a crooked grin plastered on his annoyingly handsome face. You swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure, and managed to give Hank a plausible lie. "I-uh... I was about to change, that's why..."

He nodded then went straight to his point. "Charles asked me to give you this," he handed you a stack of files, which you took. "He asks if you can look over them for any mistakes or things missing, when you've got some time."

You nodded with a smile, doing your best to ignore Erik, who was watching you heatedly through the whole conversation like he was about to eat you alive.

"No problem, I'll do that !" you assured him, putting the papers on top of a chair right beside the door.

He thanked you before saying jokingly, "Must have been one hell of a nap, uh ?"

You stared at him in confusion and he pointed to your head, "Your hair. It's all over the place !"

"Right ! A nap !" you chuckled nervously.

He laughed as he walked away from your room and down the hall.

You sighed in relief but let out a small cry of surprise when the door was literally ripped away from your hold by an invisible force and slammed shut. You didn't get any time to recover from the shock, and found yourself backed up against the wooden frame, calloused hands cupping your face. Erik's lips immediately collided with yours, attacking with a newfound urgency. You gasped a little, out of breath, your hands tangling into his short hair, and he pulled away for a second.

His usually clear eyes were dark with, was it need ?, and your face flushed at the idea that you were the one responsible for this. You began peppering kisses on his lips, then along his jaw, and then running your lips over his throat, his light stubble leaving a burn on your own skin. A low growl erupted from deep within his chest as you reached an apparently sensitive area, your heart hammering in your chest.

My God, what were you even doing ? This was simply crazy ! But you didn't want to think about the consequences, all reasonable thoughts had jumped out the window in that moment. Screw it ! Every inch of your body craved his touch, and you were not about to stop whatever it was that the two of you had started. Erik seemed to agree with your silent conclusion because he suddenly grabbed your waist and lifted you up so you would be at the same level, your legs finding their place around him.

His mouth claimed yours once again as his hands roamed across your back, dug into your thighs and pulled lightly on your hair. You couldn't hold back the sigh of pleasure that escaped your chest when his tongue swept across your lower lip before coming to caress yours.

Supporting your weight without any problem, Erik decided to change of location and walked to the bed without breaking the kiss. He flopped the two of you onto the mattress with a predatory grin, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body, and braced himself on his elbows to loom over you. You were so caught up in everything, overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth, his hands running all over your body, that your didn't even hear the footsteps coming towards your room. And when one of his hands went lower, fiddling with the hem of your pants, your breath catching in your throat at his actions, that's when the door burst open.

"Hey, Y/N, I forgot to tell you, I-"

You let out a scream and so did Hank. "Oh my God, Erik ?! What the-"

Mortified, probably as much as Hank was, you covered your face with your hands. Erik pivoted slightly and exclaimed in annoyance, "Goodbye, Hank !"

The younger mutant didn't waste any time before closing the door and practically running away from the scene. No words could even come out of your mouth, so you just stared at the man on top of you, wide-eyed. Erik turned his attention back to you, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. You couldn't hold back, you erupted into a fit of laughter, giggling uncontrollably at what had just happened. Erik soon joined you, his weigh still on you.

"Well, that's gonna leave a scar !" he said jokingly.

You brought a hand to your forehead, a realization suddenly dawning on you. "Oh no, Charles is definitely going to find out if Hank knows !"

Erik lifted an eyebrow. "Do you really want to talk about Charles right now ?"

His hand cupped your hip, probably his idea of a convincing argument. You blushed deeply, your concerns slowly fading away as his fingers danced along your thigh. You shook your head vigorously and he smirked, "Good..."

He leaned down, your lips meeting for a slow, sensuous kiss, and you felt the zipper of your pants being pulled down without him even touching it.

"Now where were we..."

This was part two of my Erik Lensherr one-shot ("Nervous ?"), I hope you enjoyed it ! Let me know what you thought !

This is an Erik Lensherr one-shot, I hope you'll like it, let me know what you thought!

The gif is not mine!

You huffed in annoyance as you rummaged through the numerous papers and trinkets in Charles's office. It felt weird, being here at night. But your insomnia was making your life difficult again so rather than just waiting helplessly in you bed, you might as well get some work done. You loved your job as Charles's assistant at the school. Even as a non-mutant, it was the most fulfilling work you had done in a long time, a lot more interesting than all you had done in the past amongst your kind.

You opened a drawer and quickly looked through it for the file you were searching for, in vain. When Charles had given you full permission to go through his office, you had expected to find your stuff pretty quickly. But apparently, you were mistaken. You looked around his desk, the moon enlightening your path. You hadn't bothered to turn the lights on, the moonbeams coming through the window being enough.

You smiled at the sight of the framed picture of all the people working at the school on the desk. It had been taken in front of the gates on a sunny day in May. You couldn't believe how welcoming they all had turned out to be. As the only non-mutant in the perimeter, you had expected them to be wary of you, but they had showed you nothing but kindness. This had only reinforced your idea that they deserved so much better than what this world was willing to grant them.

Well, when you said that they all had been welcoming, it wasn't entirely true. There was one person who had been quite a pain in the ass since the beginning. Erik Lensherr. He wasn't a teacher, nor did he actually work at the school, but he was an old friend of Charles. And well, you all knew his story. Of course, you could feel empathy towards the man, but you couldn't help but be intimidated by him.

You were already a nervous person but around him, it got so much worse. And you didn't exactly know if it was due to what you knew about him, his good looks or because he seemed to be clearly aware of how jumpy he made you. It seemed to amuse him a lot, which infuriated you as much as it embarrassed you.

You grumbled under your breath at the thought, "Prick!"

Your habit of talking out loud to yourself always made Charles laugh. He said that he didn't even need to be a telepath to know your thoughts, he just had to listen to your ramblings.

"Damn Magneto and his attitude !" you grunted, still looking around for your files. "Oh look at me, I'm Erik Lensherr ! I'm so tall and powerful ! I have a strong jaw and I can control metal and shit ! Fear me, small human !"

You were picking up a stack of papers from the corner of the desk when a voice rose up :

"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended..."

You let out a little scream and instantly dropped what you were holding, sending all the papers to go flying across the floor. You swirled around, only to discover what you had feared. Erik was standing in the doorway, nonchalantly leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. You couldn't see him very clearly as he was standing in the shadows, but it was definitely him, wearing a pair of jeans with a black turtleneck. Guess you weren't the only one not sleeping at this late hour.

You realised that he must have heard your entire rant about him and you froze. My God, what an idiot ! You wished you could dig a hole to hide in, but unfortunately, there you were, with him blocking the door.

"What are you doing here ?" he asked as neither of you moved.

Still in shock and also slightly panicking, you replied, "W-what are you doing here ?"

A wolfish grin spread across his face, one that you could see despite obscurity, and your heart skipped a beat.

"I asked first."

You gulped discreetly and gathered your courage before answering, "I was looking for some files. Charles told me I could."

"I see..."

You stared at each other for a few seconds. He didn't seem to be about to leave you alone, to your great dismay. Troubled by the fact that you still couldn't see him clearly, you pressed a small button on a nearby lamp, a warm glow immediately spreading across the room. You knelt down, trying to ignore his lingering presence and started to gather all the papers scattered on the floor.

You heard footsteps and spotted out the corner of your eye Erik helping you out, in silence. You both got back up at the same time and he handed you what he was holding, which you gingerly accepted.

"Thanks," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You were hoping he didn't notice that you were actively avoiding his gaze. You were also hoping that he would be on his way now, as you replaced the papers on the desk. But apparently, he wasn't done with you. All of a sudden, you heard a click and the light went out, leaving you only in the moonlight. You shot him a look, very well aware that this was his doing, even if he hadn't moved a muscle, he didn't need to. You raised a hand to turn it back on, wondering what his deal was, but his voice stopped you.

"Afraid of the dark, Y/N ?"

Annoyed by the obvious amusement in his low tone, you immediately reacted, defensive, "No !"

You forced your hand to go rest at your side, your mouth going dry as he continued to observe you, a strange glint in his clear eyes. You fidgeted a little, your palms getting sweaty by the second, and he suddenly took a step towards you.

"Careful," he warned before placing a hand between the two of you, palm facing the floor.

You froze into place and watched as a few thumbtacks levitated to rest in his outstretched hand. "You dropped these"

You offered your hand open to him and he carefully placed the thumbtacks into your palm. His fingertips were rough and a jolt of electricity shot through your arm at the touch. You took a step back, maybe a bit abruptly, because he grinned again, his teeth shining in the moonlight. You couldn't help yourself and snapped, "What are you smiling for?"

He raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised by your sudden regain of spine, and tilted his head innocently, "I didn't know it was illegal..."

You huffed, not buying his act for a second. That man really did know how to push your buttons. He could make you go from a flustered mess to an angry one in the bat of an eye. He then completely changed of demenaour and turned away from you, mumbling almost to himself. Almost.

"Oh well, I better go. After all, Charles did ask me to go easy on you..."

You frowned, appalled by his words, "What did you say ?"

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, "It's nothing, he just happens to think that I enjoy tormenting his precious assistant..."

He made a movement as to leave but you grabbed him by his arm, "Hey, wait ! Why would he-"

He swirled around, your words dying on your lips, and faced you again. You stumbled back, only to bump into the desk as he stood very close to you. Shit.

"He seems to be under the impression that I make you nervous..."

You made the mistake to cross his gaze, finding yourself unable to look away. His eyes, clear as cristals with the white light coming through the window, bore into yours with a strange intensity.

"Am I...making you nervous, Y/N ?" he murmured.

You were pretty sure you had stopped breathing at that point, but you somehow managed to choke out in a breath, "I-I don't know why he thinks that..."

Because he's a goddamn telepath, that's why ! Erik made a low humming sound, the kind that seemed to come from deep in his throat. "Yes, I wonder..."

He looked at you thoroughly and you felt your face heat up under his scrutiny. Your heart was about to beat straight out of your chest and you were starting to think that he could actually hear it with how close to you he was. You could literally feel the heat emanating from his body and his light breath brushing your face softly. Still, you didn't move and continued to stare back at him.

The hint of a smile, or rather a smirk, began to play at the corner of his lips and his brows knitted in false concern. "Are you alright ? You look a bit... Flushed."

The bastard was mocking you ! You clenched your fists in anger, gathering the courage you had left in your body and spat, "You can drop the act, it's not working. I'm not scared of you, Erik !"

As soon as your words had left your tongue, he took a final step forward so that you were now pressed against one another, chest to chest. You had no other choice than to sit at the very edge of the desk, his fingertips on either side of your legs. Instinctively, your hands had gone to rest on his chest as he let out in a sigh, "Good".

He didn't move then and you wondered why, but it then occurred to you that he was in fact jauging your reaction. Making sure that you didn't feel forced into anything out of fear.

Your eyes locked and once again, you couldn't look away. Apparently, metal wasn't the only thing he had complete control of. His thumb softly stroked the outside of your thigh, his touch so light that you thought for a second that you might have just imagined it. But then, he moved up to rest his palm against your hip and you inhaled sharply, clenching the fabric of his shirt.

His eyelids fluttered shut, like he was holding himself back somehow, and he emitted a low appreciative sound, his chest rumbling under your hands. He leaned towards you and you felt his nose brush ever so slightly against the sensitive skin of your neck. He moved higher, nudging your earlobe softly and then following your jawline until you were face to face again.

You exhaled shakily through your nose with your eyes shut. You were suddenly very aware of how dry your lips were and swept your tongue across it. But you hadn't imagined that he would be so close and inadvertently brushed against his lips in the process. He let out a small grunt in response that sent a powerful shiver from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

You weren't thinking straight no more, your skin burning all over, ablaze with his proximity. His lips brushed against yours, tantalizingly slow. You could almost taste him, when he suddenly froze, his face no longer moving towards yours, and his body going stiff. You were about to pull away to ask him if you had done something wrong, when he mumbled, his lips caressing yours with each word,

"We woke up Charles..."

You swore under your breath, recovering your thoughts and pushed on his chest to be able to get down from the desk. You brushed off your clothes, a deep blush probably forming on your cheeks. If Charles learned about this, you would never hear the end of it !

Your apparent panic seemed to amuse him because he laughed slightly as you practically ran for the door, not daring to look him in the eye. "Stop laughing, we gotta go !" you scolded him.

"But you forgot your files !" he said.

You turned to him, completely forgetting that you had in fact not found what you were looking for in the first place, right into his trap. He spun you around, grabbing onto your outstretched hand to bring you closer, and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours in a hard kiss. You felt yourself melt against him, his hands cupping your face with fervor, and yours grabbing into his large shoulders. Everything else went out the window in a second as you lost yourself in that kiss. You sighed as his lips moved slightly against your own and he smiled.

Alright, this is a Kol Mikaelson imagine, I hope you'll like it ! In this one, you are a witch and it's happening in The Vampire Diaries, kind of when Kol first appeared and things were tensed between the Mikaelsons and the Gilberts/Salvatores, but no particular episode in mind. (The gif is not mine)

You had to admit, you had come up with a pretty good plan. The Mikaelson brothers would never suspect that one of you would try to rob them if they were busy having dinner with Stefan and Damon. A dinner that Elijah himself had planned, as a way to make a truce between all of you since Klaus had tried to kill your friend Elena multiple times. The thing was, they had also taken a precious grimoire from you, one that you desperately wanted back. So, all of you had thought tonight would be the perfect occasion to get it back.

The Salvatore brothers had agreed to a peaceful dinner with Klaus and Elijah, the rest of their murderous siblings being currently out of town, and the four of them were at the moment seated downstairs while you had sneaked your way on the second floor by a window. The last thing you needed was for them to find out you had broken into their home, so you had cast a small, but very practical, spell preventing anyone outside the room to hear anything. You were positively sure that your grimoire would be in here. That was where all of their other rare spellbooks and magical artefacts seemed to be kept safe.

Only problem was, now that you were actually in there, you didn't know where to begin. They had stuff everywhere ! It was all across the room ! Books on every shelf, boxes and boxes again... How were you supposed to find what you were searching for in that mess ? You sighed, knowing that there was only one solution. You would have to search the entire room by yourself, hoping that Stefan and Damon would be able to keep their hosts busy long enough for you to find what you had come for.

You started to look everywhere, you couldn't actually disturb the place or they would know right away that someone had come here. And you certainly didn't want that. Vampires were scary enough as it was, but originals ? Man, pissing them off would be a death sentence. A painful one, probably.

You went through boxes and drawers, looked for hidden places in the furniture, in vain. The fact that this house was so quiet didn't ease your nerves, you had no idea what was going on downstairs or how much time you had left. You quickly checked your phone and sighed in relief when you saw no alarming texts or calls. That meant everything was going smoothly and that you still had some time ahead of you. Or that they were both dead, bathing in their own blood and that you were next. But you didn't want to think about that. Ever. No, you needed to concentrate on you own mission and find your spellbook so you could get the Hell out of here.

There was still that big wooden safe you hadn't checked yet, on the other side of the room. You turned around with a regain of hope, when your heart almost in your chest. Right in front of you was none other than Kol Mikaelson. Your scream got stuck in your throat at the sight of the original vampire standing just a few inches away from you, displaying a smug little smile.

"Hello, Y/N" he mused with obvious enjoyment. "Can I help you with anything ?"

You noticed you were staring at him with your mouth agape and quickly closed it, taking a small step backwards. "You-you should be out of town !" You managed to blurt out.

"Well, I'm not !" He replied cheerfully.

Your eyes quickly shifted to the door which he had closed being him after walking in. What an idiot you were ! How could you not have heard him ?!

His brows knitted together in fake chagrin as he spoke. "You seem awfully eager to be rid of me, love. I'm hurt, I thought we had something special..."

There he went again ! Always the flirt, even now. If the rest of the Mikaelsons had only treated you with perfect indifference since day one (as they should), Kol had somehow decided to make you the target of his attentions. Every time the two of you were in the same room, it was like he made it his personal goal to make you flustered by any means necessary. And it bloody worked ! You weren't blind, you knew the guy was handsome as Hell, hot too unfortunately, but also super dangerous, for lots of reasons ! And now he had just found you snooping around in his house in the middle of the night. Way to go !

You suddenly noticed that you hadn't said a word in a while and that you should probably try and give him an explanation. Quickly.

"I-uh... This-this is really not what you think !"

He tilted his head on the side, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. "No ? Then you're probably also here for dinner with my brothers ! I'm gonna go tell Niklaus and Elijah that you got lost..."

He turned on his heels and started walking straight to the door at a determined pace. Panic flooded through you at the thought of the upcoming disaster. Before you could even think, you had already jumped before him and planted yourself right in his way. By reflex, you grabbed the fabric of his open jacket as a way to stop him and implored, "No, no, no ! Please, don't do that, please!"

He looked down at you, an eyebrow raised, and you immediately let go of him like his contact had just burned you, embarrassment coloring your cheeks.

"Why not ?" He asked, seemingly having the time of his life.

"Because...Because they'd kill me..."

He took a step towards you and by the intense look on his face, you should have known you wouldn't like what was next. He towered over you and murmured with a predatory grin :

"And what makes you so sure that I wouldn't kill you ?"

Your mouth went dry at his words as you stared back at him in complete silence. You could hear the rapid pumping of your blood in your own head. You felt like a deer in the headlights and he seemed to enjoy it way too much. What were you thinking ? He was Kol Mikaelson! He didn't exactly have the best reputation around here.

He lowered himself to your level and his mouth curved into a smile as he spoke in an amused tone, "God, I really love tormenting you... So easy, and you should see the look on your face..."

Your jaw went slack at his statement, your face immediately reddening in humiliation. He was so making fun of you !

"That's not funny !" You exclaimed, indignation piercing through your voice.

He straightened his posture, looking extremely proud of himself. "You're right. It's hilarious. Now, how about you tell me what you're doing here before I get bored and decide to really kill something ?"

You took a step back, eyeing him carefully. You knew full well that if he currently displayed a wide smile on his handsome face, he wasn't actually joking and that you had a pretty big chance of being the "something" he might decide to kill.

You sighed deeply before admitting, "Fine... I came to try and find my spellbook. It's been in my family since forever and your psychopath of a brother took it from me."

"Shocking, he's usually such a sweetheart with your little bunch !"

You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"So, a grimoire then..." He continued, a falsely deep in thought look plastered on his face. "Is it, like...dark brown, with a leather cover with the drawing of an oak tree inside, retracing the entire history of your ancestors ?"

Your eyes went wide at the exact description of your precious spellbook. "Yes, that's the one !"

"Mmh...Sorry, haven't seen it."

You blinked dumbly at him in a "Are you kidding me" way, which seemed to amuse him even more.

"Where is it ?" You questioned, glaring at him with all your might.

Without a word, he walked to a painting hanging on the wall before taking it down. He wiggled his eyebrows at you when it revealed a hidden safe inside of the wall itself. Yeah, you hadn't thought of that...

He swiftly opened it and pulled out what you had been searching for all this time, your family's grimoire, safe and sound.

Kol lifted an eyebrow, seeing that you were standing still, watching the book with envy. Truth was, you didn't know what to expect. You still had broken into his home to steal from his brother and you weren't exactly the best of friends. It was always more of a flirt/threats kind of vibe between you. He leaned against the desk and extended the book in your direction.

"It's yours, take it."

You hesitated for a second, surprised by his sudden decent behaviour. Suspicious, you tried to guess what was going on inside his head but his expression was unreadable, to your great dismay. Still unsure, you slowly approached him before stopping at a safe distance. You grabbed the book but the vampire didn't let go. Instead, he tightly held on to it, making you look up questioningly. The mischievous glint that had just lit up in his eyes was certainly bad news.

You pulled on the book but he still didn't let go and just kept looking at you like he was waiting for something. You felt your palms getting sweaty and your pulse speed up under his scrutiny. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, you let out a tiny "Thank you ?", giving him a tight smile.

You were kinda hoping this would seal the deal. After all, he was just messing with you, right ? Once again, you were wrong. A full cat-that-ate-the-canari like smile erupted on his face at your attempt, causing you to falter under his gaze.

"Cute" he chuckled, still holding the grimoire in a firm grip.

Your patience and nerves were slowly, but surely, abandoning you and you let your arm drop at your side in defeat. "What do you want, Kol ?" You uttered between gritted teeth.

You immediately regretted your question when all of a sudden, Kol disappeared from your sight, full vampire speed, and came standing right behind you. And when you said right behind you, you meant right behind you. His chest was now pressed against your back, causing you to gasp in surprise. As a reflex, you tried to scurry away but you were stopped by his arm coming to rest nonchalantly on your shoulder, pressing the spellbook into your own hands.

"Relax, Jumpy !" He said lowly into your ear. "You look so tense ! I'm simply returning what righteously belongs to you..."

Your heart sped up even more, which he could probably hear by the way, and the sensation of his hot breath against your ear didn't help at all. You swallowed hard and asked :

"In exchange for... ?"

He humed, the sound sending tiny electric waves along your spine, and your breath hitched in your throat.

"Let's just say that kissing off that dear old Nik had its charm but, more importantly, it's that I really love witches. Do you know why ?"

You were kind of scared to ask but you shook your head anyway, looking straight ahead without moving a muscle.

"Well, because they can be really useful in times in need. And you never know when you might be in trouble..."

He went silent, leaving his explanation floating between the two of you. Desperately trying to focus on his words instead of his body, warm despite him being technically dead, against yours, you managed to murmur in a somewhat steady voice.

"You want me to owe you a favour..."

A soft, appreciative sound resonated from the back of his throat at your deduction.

"Exactly !" He whispered in an excited voice. "You get your book back, you leave this room safe and sound, and if I ever get in trouble, which I will, you'll have to help me. How does that sound ?"

Somehow, this deal actually did sound reasonable. It wasn't much in exchange for your grimoire and your life. Worst bargains had been made. This one wasn't that bad. But somehow, that seemed suspicious to you. He could easily kill you if he wanted to and you knew it. He could have asked for a lot more than that. You couldn't help yourself, you had to ask...

"And...that's it ? I mean...A favour, that's what you want from me ?"

You felt him shift slightly behind you, which made you think that you should have kept your mouth shut on this one.

"Why ?" He susurred, the smirk audible in his voice. "Did you have something else to offer on your mind, love ?"

As he spoke, his breath left your ear to hit the tender skin of your neck, causing you to freeze in alarm, vividly sensing the change of atmosphere. Your heart beating wildly into your chest, you jumped forward, shaking yourself free without any trouble as he was barely holding you. You faced him, your face probably as red as a tomato and holding your spellbook in a deathgrip. Amusement written all over his face, he did no efforts to suppress his grin.

"Nope, a favour sounds fine !" You babbled in a high-pitched voice that sounded far from casual. "You know where to find me !"

He broke into a joyful grin, his chocolate eyes gleaming like those of an animal eyeing it's next meal.

"I do ! It's a pleasure to talk business with you, Y/N !" He said, watching you closely as you backed away towards the window, your welcomed exit.

You didn't react, knowing it would only get worse if you did, and eagerly left the house without any other word. You had your grimoire back, a definite win, but something was telling you that you were so gonna regret this deal later.

Alright, this is an Elijah Mikaelson Imagine, hope you'll like it ! It takes place during season 2 of The Vampire Diaries, when Elijah was trying to make a deal with Elena to lure Klaus into Mystic Falls, make the ritual and then kill him. Let me know what you thought ! (The gif is not mine, nor the characters)

You were finally enjoying some well-deserved rest after all the crazy stuff that had happened in the past few weeks. Not so long ago, you had learned about the existence of vampires and other supernatural creatures. It had been quite the shock, but knowing that your two siblings had been in the middle of it all this time had been the worst part. It had almost destroyed your relation with Elena and Jeremy, but when your sister's life was found to be in grave danger, you knew you couldn't just stay angry forever. You needed to stick together as a family. Just because you were old enough to have your own place didn't mean you had to be driven apart.

Knowing about the creatures of the night roaming around was really freaking you out though. Vampires scared the shit out of you and you still couldn't believe what you had done. You had stabbed an original !

When Elijah "Smith" had arrived to Mystic Falls, you had been absolutely charmed by the mysterious man supposedly studying the history of your town. What a fool you were ! You always had to fancy the bad ones somehow...

But then, your siblings had told you the truth just in time to come up with a plan. You took advantage of the fact that he still had no idea you knew everything to stab him by surprise with the dagger. And this time, it stayed in place as his lifeless body was kept in the Salvatore's basement. Elena was now safe and you slept better at night knowing that the unfortunately handsome vampire couldn't do anything to hurt you.

You finished your plate of pasta and put it in the sink before heading towards the couch to watch some television. There was supposed to be a pretty cool movie that would take your mind off of all the vampire stuff going on. Just what you needed. But, you had not even reached the living room that someone decided to ring your doorbell.

You sighed, wondering if it was yet again your elderly nextdoor neighbour who had forgotten her key inside her flat. As you always did, you checked the peephole and stumbled back in horror when you saw who was right on the other side of the door. Elijah ! It wasn't possible, he wasn't supposed to be there, he couldn't ! You tried to suppress your panic and didn't make a sound, hoping that he would believe you weren't home. But it was pointless.

His calm and powerful voice met your ears, freezing you into place. "I know you're in there, Y/N... It would be diplomatic of you to open this door quickly."

Even the way he pronounced your name sounded charming, it had put you under his spell on the very first day of his presence. But he was a vampire, an angry one even ! It didn't matter how charming he could sound or how good he looked in a suit, he was probably there to kill you.

"I can hear your breathing," he said from behind the door. "It is pointless to hide. And I would hate to have to burn down this entire building to get you out."

You quickly searched around for your phone, but swore under your breath when you remembered it was currently in your bedroom, out of reach. Knowing full well how dangerous he was, you didn't take any chances. You gingerly seized the doorknob and opened the door to reveal a very dark and upset original vampire. With his hands in his pockets, he stood very still in the hallway, wearing an all black suit, staring you down.

"Good evening, Y/N" he said, his eyes not leaving yours.

You gulped and kept a safe distance between the two of you, even though he couldn't come inside.

"Elijah... You-you look well..."

It probably wasn't the best thing to say, all things considered, but it had just slipped out. His eyes narrowed slightly and you distinctly saw the contraction of his jaw, like he was trying to decide how exactly he was going to kill you. But when he spoke, he was still very calm, which may have been actually worse than if he had yelled at you.

"I would prefer if we could have this conversation inside, so, if I may..."

An incredulous laugh escaped your lips as you stared at him in disbelief. "You want me to invite you in ? Seriously ?"

"It is in your best interest, yes."

"My best interest ? Do you think I'm actually that stupid ?"

Without missing a beat, he replied, "Well, considering you stabbed me in the heart, therefore breaking any kind of deal or truce I had with your family, and that you thought this would end well for you, you do not currently strike me as being the peak of human intelligence."

You were vaguely aware that he was insulting you and had basically just called you and idiot but it wasn't your main concern at the moment.

"I did what I had to to protect my sister."

"Well, if you're that proud of your decision, own it. Invite me in, I would very much like to have a chat."

"No way ! You stay where you are !"

You could see his patience was wearing thin as he took one more step forward and braced himself with his arms on the door frame. His face turned even more serious as he said in a low voice, "Invite me in, Y/N. Or I'll go and see if your neighbour could be of any help to me."

By his tone, you could easily guess it wouldn't be to ask her for some biscuits. You felt the colour drain from your face as you imagined what he'd do to poor Mrs Waterstone.

"You wouldn't !" You blurted. "She's like 80 years old !"

He didn't flinch. "Yes, you humans are so fragile at that age." He straightened his posture as getting ready to leave. "Shall I see if she's still awake ?"

He made a few steps towards her door and you stopped him with a shriek, "Wait !"

He looked at you expectantly and you could feel your palms getting sweaty from the fear paralyzing you into place. You swallowed hard before speaking, your voice barely above a whisper. "You can come in."

You still couldn't move, even as you watched him take his first step into your home. You remembered you were still holding on to the doorknob, which put you a bit too close to him for your liking, and shook yourself out of your statism. You scurried back, eager to put some needed distance between you. He lazily took a wide look around your small flat before closing the door behind him. As he stayed deadly silent, which did nothing for your nerves, you forced yourself to choke out :

"If you're going to kill, just be done with it already !"

He glanced at you, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, and said, "Y/N, if I had come here to kill you, you'd already be dead."

You didn't exactly know if you should have been relieved by that statement or not. After all, you had killed him with your own hands, so, if he didn't want you dead, he sure as Hell didn't wish you happiness and butterflies either. Like he had just read your thoughts, he slowly approached you as you stood defenceless in the middle of the room. By the intense look in his bottomless eyes, you wondered if he was trying to compel you. Still, you didn't move, even when he planted himself right in front of you, just a little bit too close to seem friendly.

Your entire being screamed at you to run, to back away at least, but something was telling you that he would enjoy this display of fear and you refused to give him this satisfaction. He had put your sister's life in danger, you couldn't just let that slide ! Just because he terrified you just as much as he somehow still charmed you didn't mean you were about to give up on your principles.

As he looked down at you, you couldn't do anything but stare back, your face heating up under his scrutiny. Like he knew about your flustered state, he slowly tilted his head on the side, as if listening to an non-existent sound only he could perceive. When suddenly, it hit you. The bastard was listening to your heartbeat ! And it was definitely out of control at the moment !

To distract him and also to warn him that it was pointless to try and compel you, you quickly raised your hand in the air and stuttered :

"I-I-I'm wearing vervein !" The little charm bracelet you wore jingled around your wrist, effectively catching his attention. "You can't mess with my head, so don't bother !"

Swift as a snake, he suddenly caught your arm mid-air and observed with interest the small silver pendant containing the precious herb. Very carefully, he began to gently stroke the tender skin of your wrist, appearing lost in thoughts.

You became even redder in the face that you already were and held your breath. You would have given anything to know what he was thinking about because you sure as Hell couldn't align a single coherent thought right now. What the Hell was he doing ?! Now worried that he might have been considering you as his evening dinner, you forced yourself to squeak out :

"P-please don't bite me ! I-I drink vervein too !"

You gulped and hoped he wouldn't catch on the small lie in your words, but in vain. Wide-eyed, you watched as he brought your wrist to his face, his grip rather gentle, you probably could have shaken yourself free in a second if you weren't completely stuck in your place. He inhaled the scent of your skin with great care, then locked eyes with you again and simply stated :

"No, you don't. Not in a while at least, it's probably out of your system by now. You should be more careful, you never know who you might meet in the late hours of the night..."

Your mouth went dry at his words and you cursed yourself for being so careless. You had wanted a few no-vampire-stuff days and your vervein supply had run out in the meantime. So you indeed didn't have any trace of vervein in your blood. Of course you hadn't expected him to be able to smell it !

A new kind of fear stirred inside of you at the idea of fangs planted into your skin. That probably had to hurt, and that simple thought made your stomach turn in horror. But, as you kind of expected that he'd continue tormenting you, he suddenly released your arm and took a step back, allowing you to finally breathe properly.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully, Y/N," he spoke in a low tone, watching you intently, "I have made a deal with Elena. A deal that, fortunately for you, stipulates that I cannot cause you any harm. But if you ever, ever, make an attempt on my life again, know that this deal will be off."

He took another step back the walked back all the way to the door and opened it. You stared at him in shock as he turned to you one final time, a dark and dangerous expression on his handsome features.

"And now I've been invited in."

He then disappeared in a flash, leaving you still slightly shaking from his presence, his last threat floating through your mind as a deadly warning.

Hello ! This is a Victor Zsasz, from the TV show "Gotham", one-shot. I've been away for awhile, and I'm sorry, but I just couldn't find any inspiration... I'm back though with this one, I hope you'll like it ! I'd love to hear your thoughts, don't hesitate to leave a comment !

Summary : You are a thief in Gotham when you cross path with the well-known assassin, Victor Zsasz, who was sent after you as a mission. You try to negotiate to save your own life.

Warnings : some mentions and threats of violence (kind of ?). The gif is not mine ! Credit to the owner.

You didn’t really know how all of this had turned that bad but you sure as hell hadn’t planned any of it. You were only a simple thief, living in th street and doing what you had to do to survive in Gotham, the city of despair. You often hung out with the stray kids and, being the only adult among their group, you felt like you had to help and protect them as much as you could, bringing them food and money whenever you had the chance. And you had to say, you were rather good at your job. You weren’t exactly living the dream but there were enough rich people in this city for you to steal from and you needed the money more than they did anyway. In the past few years, you had never been caught, nor by the owners, nor by the police, which you were kinda proud of. But right now, you had to admit that maybe, you had been just a little too ambitious. Perhaps that stealing a big, juicy bag of money from the Penguin, currently Mayor of Gotham, hadn’t been your greatest idea. But how could you have known that he would send his best hitman after you ? Now, you were knee-deep in trouble.

Fortunately for you, Victor Zsasz, the notorious hitman shooting left and right in Gotham, liked to make an entrance. He didn’t care if his target heard him arrive, because he knew how good he was. He was cocky like that. But that didn’t exactly help you because he was actually that good and, you didn’t know how, but he had now found where you lived and probably was very eager to accomplish what he had been sent to do. And it terrified you. Your life may have been shitty sometimes, but hell, you didn’t wanna die ! you may usually be a reckless smartass, but right now was not the time and you were far too scared to attempt a brilliant and grandiose escape ! You just wanted to survive. But, with this maniac, the odds weren’t looking good.

You heart beating like crazy, you were currently hidden in an old wardrobe, full of dust and darkness. It was an old, abandonned building, with creaky stairsteps that had let you know that you had no time to run, he was already at your door. Slow footsteps echoed in the empty room and you pressed a hand to your mouth to keep yourself from emiting  any sound. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks but you held back the whimpers threatening to escape your mouth. Damn you and your stupid ideas ! You wished he would simply search for the money, hidden in a hole in the wall, but you knew damn well that it wasn’t simply about money. If Victor Zsasz was here, it was to kill you. As if he had heard your thoughts, his sing-song voice suddenly pierced through the deafening silence.

“Y/N... Don’t hide from meee...”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine and you couldn’t help but steal a glance through the narrow slit between the wardrobe’s doors. A thin silhouette, dressed all in black, was slowly making its way into what you called your home. You recognised the assassin’s bald head and saw his dark eyes searching the room, focused. In other circumstances, you thought to yourself that it was the kind of man you could have found kinda hot. But, unfortunately, the paralyzing fear of getting shot in the head by said man took the charm away from the situation.

“I just want to chat...” he said, his voice as smooth as velvet, like it would be enough for you to surrender yourself. “Come on, I don’t bite...”

You gulped, feeling like you were about to throw up, and watched as he  took slow steps further into the room. He took a look around, his eyes ghosting over your hiding place as your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. But he didn’t seem to notice your presence. Instead, he just kept walking and dissappeared into the other room. You couldn’t belive your own luck ! This was your chance to get out of here ! As his steps faded away, you slowly opened the wardrobe and stepped into the moonlight-illuminated room. Determination pulsing through your veins, you made your way towards the exit, you steps as silent as a cat’s. You were almost at the door, a smile of victory already stretching your lips, when the clicking sound  of a gun made itself heard, inches from your head. You froze, you breath catching in your throat as realization hit you. This was it. You were going to die here, at the hands of the most notorious hitman in Gotham, and no one would ever give a crap about it.

“Going somewhere, darling ?”

You slowly raised your hands in the air, a sour taste invading your mouth as you waited for something to happen. Footsteps echoed menacingly as the hitman slowly circled you like a predator playing with its prey, and soon, he was standing right in front of you, his gun pointed at your face. You stayed perfectly still, not knowing which was more terrifying, the weapon, or the wide, twisted smile he currently displayed.

“Hi !” he grinned. “I’m Victor, so nice to finally meet you !”

Alright, the smile. Definitely the smile !

“I know who you are” you managed to choke out.

His smile widened slightly and he lowered the gun, his arm simply resting by his side. You knew that it didn’t mean you were safe even in the slightest, though.

“Great ! That’ll be quick then...”

He took a step forward and you froze into place as he towered over you, all trace of smile instantly fading into a hard expression.

“Where’s the money ?”

You lowered your hands at your sides, your palms getting sweatier every passing second. “If I tell you, you’re going to kill me anyway, aren’t you ?” you stuttered.

“Well...yes. You see, it’s what I do.” he answered, matter-of-factly.

You nodded, a new kind of determination slowly taking a hold on you. Without giving him any opportunity to guess what you were about to do, you suddenly took a swing at his face. Your fist collided with his cheekbone with a crack and you wasted no time in taking off. You bolted out the door, without even checking behind you, and ran down the stairs as fast as you could, fear making your heart beat wildly in your chest. But, making you gasp in terror, a heavy weight landed on your back, effectively knocking you to the ground.

“You shouldn’t have done that” a voice growled lowly, close to your ear.

You could feel his breath on your skin as he pinned you to the ground but you didn’t have time to try and break free that he was already back up on his feet. He pulled you along with him, his arms wrapped like steel around your torso as you kicked and trashed around to make him let go. But it was useless, you were no match for a trained assassin and you could only scream in anger as he dragged you back into the room you had just escaped.

“Let me go !” you yelled at him, resisting against his firm grip.

And, much to your surprise, he did, but it was only to pull out a gun and point it right at you, a deep scowl marking his face. You froze, staring at the man in front of you as he looked at you the exact same way with his bottomless eyes.

“Here’s how this is going to go,” he declared, no longer amused, “you tell me where the money is and I’ll kill you quickly. You won’t feel a thing...”

He paused for a second, letting you process his words, and then continued.

“...Or, things are gonna get a bit crazy, and messy, but I’ll get what I came for in both cases. You choose.”

Bile rose in your throat as your fear hit you again, full-force. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as you helplessly stammered. “P-please, you don’t have to do this ! I-I’ll give you the money back and I won’t do it again ! Ever ! I promise !”

The assassin chuckled lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine once again, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. “But I already know you won’t do it again !” he said, taking a step forward. “It’s more about...respect. You don’t steal from Penguin, and plus, I have specific orders.”

“B-but I-I’m sorry !” you stuttered, feeling all the blood drain from your face at his words. “I didn’t mean any disrespect, I’m sorry !”

He laughed once more, trading his gun for a small carving knife that almost sent you into cardiac arrest, and took several other steps in your direction, his huge smile making him look like a mad man. You stumbled back as he slowly closed in on you, your feet barely responding. Your back hit the wall, making you jump in surprise, and the assassin took this opportunity to keep you still. One of his arms went next to your head, trapping you where you stood, as the other held the small blade flat against your cheek. You held your breath, freezing on the spot, as he lowered his head to your level. You did your best to appear as small and unthreatening as you possibly could, terror completely taking over your body.

“Such a pretty face...” Zsasz murmured, taking his sweet time to observe your features. “What a shame...”

You looked away, your eyes clenched shut as you recoiled even more into the wall, when an idea suddenly popped into your head. “Wait !” you shrieked, desperation clear in your voice. “I-I can be of use to you !”

He cocked his head to the side, the blade leaving your skin for a second. “Oh, really ?” he replied, sounding amused. “And how so if I may ask ?”

“If you bring me to Penguin, I can help him !” you explained franctically. “I’ll work for him, as an apology. I-I’m a good thief, I can be useful !”

You felt the tip of the blade graze your ear, ever so slightly, and you shuddered, holding your breath in expectation. Zsasz poked your cheek with a gaunted finger and you reluctantly faced him again, looking up to meet his penetrating gaze.

“You do realize he didn’t send me here to recruit you, right ?” he asked, clearly enjoying how tensed and uncomfortable you were.

He stood so close to you that you had trouble keeping your shit together but, keeping your eyes fixed on a spot behind his shoulder to avoid looking directly at him, you managed to reply.

"Y-yes, I know... But I could really be an asset. I've never been caught before today ! Penguin could use someone like me, no one knows me, I could sneak into any place for him !"

Zsasz stayed silent and for a moment, all you could hear was the pounding of your blood in your skull. You risked a glance his way and gulped with anticipation. His lips were set in a tight line, his eyes, perfectly still, seemed to evaluate the situation and, once you'd crossed his hypnotic stare, you found yourself unable to look away. Even though he was deep in thought, he still made sure that you were acutely aware of how powerless you were. He hadn't stopped grazing your skin with his knife and was now gently tracing the outline of your earlobe with the tip of the blade. The tickling feeling made goosebumps erupt across your skin and you felt your face grow hot at the realization that it wasn't entirely because of the fear he inspired you. Swallowing the lump in your throat to regain some composure, you broke the uneasy silence once again.

"Just...Just let me talk to Penguin... I'll make my offer and accept whatever will be his answer. If he agrees and forgives me for my actions, he'll probably thank you for bringing me to him and he'll have a loyal employee by his side ! Plus the money I stole, of course!"

The assassin let out a short humming sound and an interested twinkle appeared in his dark eyes as he cocked his head to the side, pondering your words. "And if he refuses ?" He asked, very calmly.

Black dots danced in front of your eyes, a sign that you were slowly losing your nerves, and you could feel your legs and arms go numb as you braced yourself to answer.

"If he refuses," you articulated. "You'll have the money back anyway and you'll probably get to do whatever you were sent here to do to me in the first place. Win-win..."

You tried not to notice how this second alternative seemed to please him a lot more than the first one but to no avail. The suddenly satisfied look on his face did nothing but disturb you even more. You remained completely still, barely breathing under his probing gaze. Then, agonizingly slowly, a smile crept across his face, more like a smirk actually, and you couldn't tear your eyes away even though you desperately wanted to.

"Well," he spoke darkly. "It seems like you got yourself some more time to live..."

Hi ! Here is a Pietro Maximoff one-shot ! I know I haven't published anything in a while but I was having a rough time lately. But I'm trying to get back to it so I hope you'll like this little piece of writing. Don't hesitate to let me know what you think, I love getting feedback from you ! I'll leave you to it now...

Warning : no smut but things might get a bit hot (nothing really sexual though) so if it makes you uncomfortable, you are now warned ! The gif is not mine !

"Oh, Y/N ! There you are !" a voice instantly greeted you as you entered the Avengers living room.

You were just coming back from a meeting with Director Fury when you found your team having a drink at the tower. They had apparently been here a while already, judging by the empty glasses and bottles on the table and the laughs echoing in the room. You adressed a small wave to Natasha, who had seen you coming in, as the rest of the team greeted you warmly.

There were the usuals. Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Vision, Wanda, Bruce... And of course, Pietro Maximoff, who had recovered from his wounds a while back after saving Clint's life and nearly getting himself killed. Hadn't it been for you, he would have been dead and buried at the moment. Fortunately, you had been able to distract the shooters in time, and the bullets had only grazed him for the most part.

Now, less fortunately, what you'd never dare to admit out loud was that you had developed quite the crush on the Sokovian over the past few weeks. And the fact that he was always sending you those smug smirks and winks wasn't helping. What was his deal exactly ? Anyway, you would die before you let anyone know about that, you would never hear the end of it. Well, except for Natasha, of course. That woman saw everything, you couldn't possibly hide anything from her. So, of course, she knew and she never missed an opportunity to try and embarrass you. And tonight was no different.

"Y/N, come sit with us!" She called out with a knowing grin. "We were just about to play a game..."

You sighed as the rest of the team continued to chat among each other. As you were considering joining them, you caught Pietro's gaze fixed on you. He wasn't taking part in any conversation and you felt your heartbeat accelerate when you saw the intensity of his stare. It wasn't a creepy or inappropriate kind of stare like you sometimes got from other guys, it was more like he was testing who would look away first. You did.

"Sorry Nat, I'm kinda tired. I think I'm just gonna chill in my room for a bit..."

"Are you sure you don't want a little game of truth or dare first ?"

"Not a chance !" You scoffed, knowing full well where this was leading.

"Party pooper !" Tony exclaimed above his shoulder and a glass in his hand.

You ignored him as Natasha's expression became more and more mischievous. "What ?" She continued. "Afraid I'll make you tell us who your crush is ?"

A few whistles rose from the couches at her comment and you shook your head. "Goodnight everyone !" You simply said as you walked away towards your bedroom, eager to put an end to this conversation.

You closed the door behind you with a relieved sigh. You went to the shelf on the opposite wall. It was your favourite part of the small but cosy room, because it contained all of your books, your most valuable possessions. You picked one up and ran a hand over the cover. Pretty...

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts, and you put the book down before going to open it. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw who had come to you, but you tried not to let it show too much. "Pietro ! Hi...what uh... What are you doing here ?" You asked, your voice shaking slightly.

As usual, his bright blue eyes immediately found yours and he gave you that lopsided smile of his that always made you weak in the knees. Pietro not being someone to go round in circles, he went to the point of his visit right away, almost giving you a heart attack.

"What is a crush ?" He asked in his lovely sokovian accent.

You almost choked on air and turned around to hide your panic. You let the door open and went to pick up a few shirts carelessly across the room. "What? Wh-why are you asking me that ?" You managed to squeak out while folding the clothes in a poor attempt to appear busy.

You heard him take a few steps around the room and looked up to see him observing his surroundings with curiosity.

"Natasha used that word. I don't know what it means and she said you would explain better..."

Of course she did, that snake ! You laughed nervously, now avoiding all eye contact with Pietro and began to explain in a less than assured voice. "Well uhm... You see, a crush is when...when you kinda like someone a-and want to be with them. It's uhm- an attraction towards a certain person, you see... And then, you might get weird about it, like... stuttering and talking nonsense..."

You looked up shyly and your voice died down when you saw the intensity of his gaze on you. A smirk slowly stretched the corner of his lips and you immediately pretended to refocus on your laundry. "Anyway," you cleared your throat awkwardly, "was there something else you needed ?"

You walked towards your closet with your folded clothes to put it away when his smooth voice rose once again. "So... Who is your crush then ?"

You stopped halfway and turned around. "I don't have a crush," you lied, trying to sound convincing.

He raised his eyebrows, a twinkle in his eyes. "Uh..." he mumbled, looking surprised.

He looked around, nodding slowly, them made eye contact with you while taking a step forward. "That is strange..." he continued. "Because you stutter a lot when we talk..."

You tried to mentally calm your heartbeat which was dangerously speeding up. You narrowed your eyes at him, suddenly remembering something from your few conversations. "So do you, sometimes ! Remember that time in the kitchen. You stutter too !" You reminded him.

"Oh I know !" He replied with a wink in your direction.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his statement. Calm down, he's just messing with you, you reminded yourself. That didn't mean anything. His smile widened slightly at your obviously flustered state and he said jokingly. "Am I making you blush, love ?"

You did your best not to let appear how this nickname or the way he pronounced it affected you, and you quickly turned your back on him to try and regain your composure.

"I'm not blushing." You said firmly as you walked towards your wardrobe once again.

A gust of wind brushed against your side and you stopped dead in your tracks as you found yourself face to face with Pietro, his hair messy after using his speed. He looked straight into your eyes, now turning very serious and said in a low voice, "Yes, you are..."

You gulped nervously at how close he now was, both of your chests were almost touching and you could only press the folded clothes against yours as a barrier. You could have taken a step back, he wasn't trapping you in any way, so yeah, you could have easily put and end to this. But you felt like hypnotized by his blue eyes staring right at you. You could feel the heat emanating from his skin, only covered by the thin layer of his dark blue T-shirt. You also knew he could hear your fast breathing.

You searched his face for any kind of proof that this was only some sort of joke, but he seemed deadly serious. You thought to yourself that his eyes also looked darker than usual. Yours travelled across his handsome features, lingering only a second on his lips, then back to his eyes. Unfortunately, it had been enough for him to notice, and a sly grin stretched the corner of his mouth as his eyes did the same thing yours just had.

"It's against S.H.I.E.L.D's policy..." You whispered, still not looking away from him.

"Do you really care ?" He asked lowly.

"No."

You didn't know which one of you took the final step to the other first, but in a second, you had dropped your clothes to the floor to put your hands in his hair. Your lips collided with force, like you were catching up for all the times you had retrained yourselves. Pietro took a few steps back, taking you with him, until his back hit the wardrobe. You could feel his heart beat against yours and yet, it still felt like there was too much space between your two bodies. His hands were everywhere, roaming over your waist and back, brushing against the tender skin of your neck, getting tangled in your hair, always leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.

His lips were soft and hungry against yours, and you couldn't get enough of it. You fingers tangled themselves in his already messy locks as you pressed yourself a bit further against him. You kissed him like your life depended on it, heat rushing everywhere in your body. He slowed down the rhythm for a second and panted between kisses, "Is this against S.H.I.E.L.D's policy too ?"

He let his hands wander down your sides very lightly, taking his time (for once), and apparently enjoying how you shivered under his touch, judging by the smirk you felt on his mouth. He nibbled on your bottom lip, gently pulling on it with his teeth, and you let out a sigh before murmuring, "Probably..."

"Good !" He replied before returning to more kissing.

But then he stopped again, rather abruptly, to look at you, his lips slightly swollen but a serious look on his face. You raised your eyebrows at him, wondering why this sudden change. The corner of his mouth lifted up and he asked, "So... Who is your crush then?"

You couldn't help yourself and burst out in a fit of giggles at the smug twinkle in his eye.

"Don't get cocky, Maximoff !" You told him before you both dove in to get back to your previous, much more enjoyable occupation.

Hope you liked it, tell me what you think ! And if you want to be tagged, let me know ! Also, if among the already tagged people, some of you don't want to get tagged anymore, you can tell me too, I know I'm not really regular in my writing so...

Alright, have a good day/night everyone !

Summary : You and Sam don't really get along with each other. One morning, after a party, you wake up and find him in your bed, despite knowing you didn't sleep with him. An inevitable argument follows. The gif is not mine !

You sighed in ease, pulling the covers closer to your body. You rolled over, just enjoying the calm of a morning without any hangover. Tony's party the night before had been awesome as ever, but you were glad it hadn't left you puking in the toilet like it sometimes did. It was nice to wake up clear headed, ready for a new day at the Avengers Tower.

In a while, you would have to get out of your pajama's and actually get back to work but for now, you could just enjoy the warmth of the sun rays filtering through your window, and the welcome silence only troubled by the light snoring beside you.

Wait... what ?!

You eyes immediately shot open and your heart stopped when you saw who was sharing your bed. You let out a blood-curling scream, jumping out of the bed in an instant. What the hell was Sam Wilson doing in your room ?! You certainly weren't the one inviting him, you'd had a few drinks but you were more or less sober when you came to bed. So, the only logical explanation was that he gotten wasted to the point that he went to the wrong room. Damn, you hated being a heavy sleeper sometimes !

As expected, your scream woke him up instantly. For a second, his foggy mind, probably still recovering from last night, didn't register what this was about, but after a look a his bare chest, the bed, then your petrified figure beside it, he too began to scream bloody murder.

"What are you doing here ?!"

You clenched your hands into fists, feeling your temper rising. "What am I doing here ? This is my room, bird brain !" You yelled back in furry.

He looked around more closely and his face fell when he recognised that you were right.

"Oh God, did we have sex ?" He asked, noticing your not-so-covering outfit and his own state of clothing.

Your face grew hot at his words and you yelled. "Of course not ! What is wrong with you ?!"

He winced, the volume of your voice not getting along well with his pounding headache. He frowned, scratching his chin lazily, and squinted his eyes at you. "You sure ?"

You closed your eyes in exasperation and uttered through gritted teeth. "Yes. I am sure."

You quickly circled around the bed and stopped before the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. There was a black T-shirt that he had indeed been wearing last night, but also a pair of jeans.

"Please tell me you're not lying naked in my bed." You fumed.

"I have my underwear." He simply replied.

"You-"

"Y/N ? Are you in there ?" A voice suddenly rang out outside your room.

You froze into place, knowing that it was no other than Steve, probably standing right at your door. You gathered the wrinkled clothes before grabbing Sam's arm roughly and pulling him up on his feet. You tried not to pay too much attention to the fact that he was only wearing a boxer, and threw him the clothes.

"Yes, I'm here !" You exclaimed for Steve to hear while you practically dragged Sam towards the closet.

"Is everything alright ?" Steve asked, still from outside. "I thought I heard shouting..."

You shoved a dumbfounded, almost naked Sam into the closet, clearly taking advantage of his still slightly sleepy state.

"What are you doing ?" He asked mid-voice.

"Sssh ! Stay in there, not a sound !" You whispered harshly before closing the door on his face.

You snatched your favourite sweater on a nearby chair and put it on as fast as you could. Then, you whipped the door of your room open, only to see a worried-looking Steve right in front of you.

"Hi !" You said, your heart beating fast in your chest. "Sorry for the shouting. I actually left my window open last night and this bird flew right in while I was sleeping. I had to throw him out..."

Steve furrowed his brows, listening to your story. "That's crazy !" He commented. "Must have been one hell of a wake-up."

You chuckled, trying your best not to sound too awkward. "Yeah, crazy ! Anyway, did you need anything else ?"

"No, nothing. I'll let you get dressed."

You nodded, giving him a tight smile, and started closing the door but he stopped you. "Wait ! Have you seen Sam by any chance ? He wasn't in his room and I wanted to maybe go for a run with him..."

You cleared your throat in an attempt to gain some composure and shook your head. "Nope ! Haven't seen him today, sorry !"

"That's okay. By the way, I wanted to say that I'm very glad that you and Sam have learned to work together for the team. I know you guys don't always get along so it's good that you manage to put your differents aside."

"Hahaaa, thanks !" You chuckled, feeling like the irony of the situation was about to kill you on the spot. "That's totally me, being an adult and not overreacting at small inconveniences..."

He nodded with a warm smile before finally heading out of the hallway, which allowed you to snap the door shut and go for the closet. Sam was still in there, looking more conscious and awake than before, but he was also still in his underwear with the pile of clothes in his hands.

"Why are you not dressed yet ?" You hissed.

"Your closet is the size of a cereal box and you expect me to put on clothes ?" He replied, sounding annoyed, as he stumbled out of it, the space indeed too small to contain his tall frame.

He put on his pants and you turned your eyes away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What now ?" He said. "It's not like there's anything you haven't seen before..."

Your eyes snapped back to him as blood rushed to your face. "Oh don't start !"

"I'm not starting anything. If I remember correctly, you were the one to jump on me that night."

"Certainly not !" You replied, pointing an accusating finger at him. "Don't put this on me. It was a mutual jumping at best ! And we were drunk, so it doesn't count !"

"We were not that drunk." He argued. "Don't try and deny the responsibility !"

"It was one time ! And for the record, I didn't know that you were an ass back then !"

You smirked at him in provocation but on the inside, you were fuming as you remembered how you and him had first met. Sam had joined the team not long before, a few days maybe, and Tony had thrown a party (again). Steve had been the one to introduce the both of you and you couldn't deny that there had been an immediate attraction between you and the man. You'd had a few drinks, danced and talked a little, and then, one thing following another, you had ended up in your bed for the night. It had been completely unprofessional but you hadn't exactly thought it through at the time.

Anyway, you didn't quite know how all this had turned out so bad but even if nothing more had happened between you since then, now, two months later, you could barely stand each other. Words and acid reproaches had been exchanged and at this day, except for the missions, you couldn't even have a normal conversation without having this tension between you.

"Oh really ?" Sam retorted in defiance. "Then I'm guessing you won't like it if I walk out of your room shirtless ? We'll see if Steve is still around..."

"Don't you dare !" You growled.

He turned away and started walking towards the door menacingly. No, no, no, no, no ! If someone saw him, you would never hear the end of it !

You searched around you for something to help and grabbed a pair socks rolled up in a ball that was on the desk. You threw it with all of your strength, hitting the back of his head successfully. He twirled around in an instant, his eyes wide with indignation.

"Did you just throw socks at me ?" He stalked towards you, his shirt still hanging loosely in his hand.

"What if I did ?" You crossed your arms and planted yourself firmly in front of him.

"You see, that's why this partnership doesn't work one bit ! You're a psycho !"

"Well, someone has to stop you from doing stupid things !" You exclaimed. "Unless you want everyone to know how badly you want me !"

You gave him a fake-sweet smile, batting your eyelashes at him. He took a step forward with his eyebrows raised, sign that this conversation was about to get worse. "Oh, you think that's how it is ?"

"You're the one who came into my room last night. I'm just pointing out the signs..." You taunted.

"And you're the one who let me sleep in here." He countered, taking another step closer.

You were now only a few inches away from each other, and as his dark-chocolate eyes bore into yours, you found it more and more difficult to slow down your frantic heartbeat. And let's just say that his lack of a shirt and the heat radiating from his body didn't help.

"I. Didn't. Wake. Up." You grumbled through gritted teeth.

"How convenient. And any particular reason you've been avoiding looking at my chest for the past five minutes ?" He teased, mimicking your posture by crossing his arms.

You felt your face grow hot at his words and you knew he could see you clenching your jaw in anger. "You're so full of yourself !" You hissed, narrowing your eyes. "Like I want to have sex with you !"

"Well, just FYI, I don't wanna have sex with you either !" He shot back.

"Oh yeah ?"

"Yeah !"

"Fine !"

"Fine."

You stared down at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity, neither of you wanting to be the one to stand down first. Your heart was beating so fast that you were scared he might hear it, but he was probably too busy maintaining that hard, unreadable look on his face to notice anyway. You raised an eyebrow ironically.

"What ?" He snapped, taken aback for a second.

"Why are you still here exactly ?"

He scoffed slightly, shifting his weight from one feet to the other, before taking a step back. Then, he put his T-shirt back on with angry movements. He walked to the door and cracked it open to peak into the hallway.

"By the way," you said. "Steve wanted to go for a run, so if you're in the mood for an utter humiliation..."

"Bite me !"

Alright, hope you liked it ! I just wanted to write another Sam Wilson one-shot because there are not many I think, so here it is ! Tell me what you think !

So this is short but super sad, in my opinion at least, I hope it shows in the text ! Let me know what you think, I love hearing from you ! The gif is not mine. This is probably the last Loki one shot I'll write for a while, I think I'll switch to other characters a little but who knows, maybe I'll change my mind again.

Summary : You are very sick after a mission gone wrong and Loki comes at your bedside.

Warning : Sadness. Death. Pain.

Perhaps it could have become something more. Perhaps, if you'd had more time, it could have been more than a flirt. It was a shame that you would never know.

You slowly exhaled through your nose like Dr. Banner had advised you to do to relieve the pain, clutching your teeth as a terrible fire burned in your entire body. You didn't blame him for not finding a cure. He had done everything he could, everyone had. But even the strongest magic of Asgard couldn't have put an end to your suffering. And the agents of HYDRA, the only people who could help you, had disappeared into thin air, taking away your only hope of recovery.

You were now lying in a medical bed, cold sweats all over your body, waiting for the last person to come to your bedside. You repressed tears when you thought about the distraught faces of your teammates when they had told you their goodbyes and left your room. You were lucky, in a way, you'd had the opportunity to say goodbye at least. Many others didn't get that chance. You saw despite your blurry vision the door creaking open and a tall figure slipping in silently.

"Hey..." You smiled softly.

"How are you feeling, darling ?" Loki asked, sitting in the chair next to your bed.

"Like shit."

He merely smiled at your poor excuse of a joke. His shoulders were tensed, and you could see the badly-hidden worry in the lines of his eyes and forehead.

"Why the long face ? Do I look that dead already ?" You croaked out with a wavering chuckle.

You could tell he wasn't very fond of that dark joke either, but he still made an effort, widening his smile slightly, and replied cheekily.

"Not at all. You are, as always, quite the sight ! I can barely contain myself !"

You snorted, managing to forget the pain for a minute. "You never give up, do you ?"

"I heard it is part of my charm..."

You smiled sweetly at him. "Yeah... Yeah, it is..."

He grinned before taking your hand in his softly.

"You're burning up." He frowned.

"I know."

"Are you in pain ?"

"Your spell from earlier helps."

He pressed his lips in a tight line. "I wish I could do more. I should be able to do more."

"Loki, it's okay..." You murmured.

"No, it's not, darling." He replied. "None of this even approaches the idea of okay."

A lump formed in your throat at his words. You squeezed his hand despite your lack of strengths, causing him to look down at you. "Come here." You whispered hoarsely, gesturing for him to come join you.

"I shouldn't disturb you, you need your rest." He argued.

"And here I thought you'd never miss an opportunity to get into my bed. I'm disappointed."

He smirked slightly. "Who's the one not giving up now ?" He raised his eyebrows ironically.

You laughed out loud, the sound altered to your own ears, but a shot of raw pain caused you to interrupt yourself suddenly. Your body convulsed under the assault of the toxin and you let out a whine of pain, black dots dancing before your eyes.

The Trickster God shot up to his feet, worry and fear now all over his face as he saw the involuntary tears slipping from your eyes.

"It burns..." You breathed out, tightening your fists in the sheets.

Loki then made up his mind, climbing on the bed to be at your side. He moved your body so he could lie slightly beneath you, one of his legs hanging on the side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around you, which allowed you to lay your head on his chest. His whole body radiated cold, proof of his Jotun heritage, and you sighed in ease at the welcome change of temperature. The pain wasn't entirely gone, but it was sure an improvement.

"Thank you..." You whispered, snuggling closer to his side.

He squeezed your hands reassuringly, noticing the broken note in your voice.

"How was it ? On Asgard I mean, when you were younger ?" You asked weakly, feeling your strengths leaving your body bit by bit. "I always wondered...what it would be like to see another realm..."

He stayed silent and, for a second, you thought that he wasn't going to answer but then, he let go of one of your hands and his thumb came brushing against your temple, light as a feather. A veil of various colours fell before your eyes and you were soon engulfed in a swirl of unexpected sensations. Rays of sun were caressing your skin, but in a pleasant way, far from the heat that used to burn your insides. You looked up to see a giant tree above your head, with holes between the leaves to let the light in. Everything was quiet, only a sweet smell of flowers floating in the air. Your eyes grew wide when you saw what was lying before the two of you. A gigantic city was displayed in the distance. It seemed to glow with magic, gold making everything look unreal. In your entire life, you had never seen something as wonderful as this.

"It's beautiful..." You murmured, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

"I would have taken you to a ball, but I have seen you dance and I believed we would avoid the humiliation..." He teased.

You laughed, falsely offended. "How dare you make fun of my dancing skills, there's nothing like it !"

"Well, I sure hope so !"

You poked him in the ribs, giggling at his light mockery. Unfortunately, your laugh soon faded as a heavy feeling of exhaustion washed over you. Loki must have felt it because you felt him tense as he tightened his embrace protectively.

"Thank you for this..." You mumbled in a breath. "It was very nice."

"The pleasure was all mine..." He replied.

You both stayed silent for a few minutes, just appreciating the moment while it lasted.

"Will you tell them...that I wasn't in pain ?" You managed to breathe out. "In the end, it didn't hurt..."

He nodded, tangling his fingers with yours, holding on to you. "I will."

And in his voice, you could sense that it was a solemn promise. So, you smiled and closed your eyes. You sighed deeply, your body relaxing slowly between his cool arms. Everything else around you faded out then disappeared for good. The only thing left was your lifeless body finally resting against the God's chest in the medical bed.

Sooo, alright, I tried my best to keep Loki in character despite a very different scenario that didn't really stick to his personality. I hope I did alright, just let me know ! Good day/good night !

Summary : One night, when you think you're alone in the library, you find that a certain Trickster has taken your favourite spot to read. What will happen when he finds you staring between the shelves ?

Please let me know what you think and if anyone wants to be tagged, please do tell ! Feedback is always welcome and never fails to put a smile on my face ! The gif is not mine !

It had started out as a very fine evening. You had finished your work early to be able to spend some time in the huge library of the Avengers Tower and everything couldn't be better. You searched through the Mythology section for a book of Thor had recommended you. The two of you had gotten quite close and shared a deep friendship. His honesty caused him to never fear your power that had given you a place among the Avengers. In addition to your combat skills, you had the ability to read people's minds or emotions if you wanted to. The two of you had easily bonded and even if he didn't particularly shared your enthusiasm for the library, he sometimes gave you ideas of books he thought you'd enjoy.

You found said-book on a shelf and took it with a smile before heading to your favourite spot. You turned around the corner and immediately jumped back when you saw who was already sitting in your chair. You quickly hid behind the high shelves and held back a curse. Of course, of all people, it had to be the God of Mischief ! You bit on your fingernail in anxiety as you thought about a way to avoid him. It wasn't that you disliked him. Actually, you admired his brilliant mind and magic and, since he had now joined forces with you all, you often happened to cross his path. The fact that you regularly hung out with his brother didn't help.

It was just that he always had a way to look at you, or speak to you, that made your face heat up uncontrollably. And let's just say that you weren't very good at hiding it, an inconvenience that Thor often teased you about.

You walked slowly to where you stood a minute ago and placed your book back to its place. You the small "window" between the books just a few feet away, chewing on your bottom lip. Well, just a glance to make sure it was really him wouldn't hurt now, would it ? You walked towards it and stood on your tip-toes. It was after made for people who wanted to discuss from one side to the other, so you might as well take a look.

It was indeed him, recognizable by his raven hair and the elegant lines of his face. He was sitting in a big chair, absorbed in a thick book that you had read before. He seemed so peaceful and...non-ready to cause trouble that you found yourself staring a bit longer than necessary. And oh boy, what a horrible decision that was ! As you were lost in your thoughts, his eyes suddenly shot up and instantly connected with yours.

"Oh shit, sorry !" You squeaked before diving back behind the books.

He didn't say a word but you would have preferred that alternative rather than the incoming disaster. You heard him put his book down and the leather chair made a soft noise when he got up. His slow footsteps then resonated in the empty library, causing you to freeze into place. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit !

You looked around you in panic. Dammit ! A wall, shelves... The only way out was in front of you but that was where the God was currently heading to. Out of ideas, you snatched a random book from the shelf and opened it in the middle, then trying to look very interested in whatever it was about, even though you couldn't focus on a single word. His footsteps sounded closer and closer, and you could feel him approaching, your heart banging in your ribcage. He planted himself right in front of you and only then you dared to look up in false surprise. You couldn't help but notice that even if he had kept a reasonable distance between the two of you, he was still just a little bit too close to be professional or friendly. You tried to not look too taken aback by that fact and exclaimed.

"Oh ! Hi ! Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you right then. I just didn't expect you to be here this late. I was just reading when I saw you by that window..."

You cleared your throat, well aware of your slightly high-pitched voice and your unbelievable lie. He leaned with one shoulder against the shelf, his hands behind his back and a tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You tried to look anywhere but at his smug face and swallowed in awkwardness. You balanced your weight back and forth from one foot to the other and continued.

"I really wasn't spying, you know... I didn't know you'd be here, actually, I've never seen you around until now. I come here almost every night so I would know..."

You cringed internally, realizing that you were starting to repeat yourself. "Yeah, so..."

He raised one eyebrow questioningly, probably waiting for you to embarrass yourself further but you pressed your lips together in a tight smile to make sure you wouldn't. Noticing your action, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

"Am I making you nervous, Agent Y/L/N ?" He inquired with an amused smile.

Your breath got stuck in your throat at his words and you let out a wavering bark of laugh. "What ? No ! Of course not ! N-nervous ? Why would I be nervous ? There's nothing to be nervous about, I-I..."

"You already said nervous three times..." he pointed out, obviously enjoying watching you struggle to form a coherent sentence.

You chuckled awkwardly while trying to calm your racing heart.

"It's actually my brother who suggested me to visit." He finally admitted. "He said that it would certainly be more peaceful at this hour for some late readings..."

You calmly nodded at his explanation but on the inside, you were yelling profanities at the God of Thunder. He knew you always came here at this hour ! Matchmaker now, really ?

His unreadable eyes bore into yours and you felt your skin burn as he smiled knowingly. His gaze then landed on the book you had been holding tightly against your chest since this Hell of a conversation had started.

"And what are you reading, alone, this late, that seems to be so fascinating ?" He questioned.

Glad to be able to focus on something else, you took a glance at the book to read the title. But unfortunately, your previous relief was short-lived. Your face fell as you began to stutter. "I-uh... It's-I mean, it's uh..."

He extended a hand for you to give it to him and you reluctantly did so, not daring to cross his gaze. Oh dear, you should have looked what you were taking from that damn shelf ! His eyebrows definitely rose up this time, and he nodded thoughtfully.

"A study of sexuality in Norse Mythology... Interesting indeed !" He murmured with a smirk.

"It's not what you think !" You squeaked. "I wasn't really reading it ! I was more, you know, quickly going through it..."

He opened it to random pages and said. "Oh yes, indeed, it has pictures !"

This time, you definitely lost all composure, feeling like a bucket of cold water had just been dropped on your head.

"What ?!" You jumped by his side to see what he was talking about.

Your eyes landed on the page and widened in shock. There were, indeed, drawings of various gods...doing their business in all kinds of imaginative positions.

"Of God !" You gasped, mortified, before ripping the book from his hands. You snapped it shut and shoved it back in its place, heat flooding to your face under the very amused gaze of the Trickster.

"You know, if you had questions about this...topic, you could have just asked me," he taunted, his eyes locking with yours. "When you have a direct witness and participant to the subject of your research, you might as well use it..."

"I-I wasn't doing any research !" You countered.

"Oh, it was only for your personal enjoyment then ?"

"Exactly !"

His light smirk broke into a full cat-like grin and you suddenly realized what your words implied.

"I mean no !" You panicked, your head spinning with embarrassment. "That's not-uh... I mean, i-it's really not-"

He raised one brow ironically and your voice died down as he seemed to tower over you in expectation. His gaze always had a way to make you fell like you were completely naked in front of him, and it wasn't a feeling that you were particularly fond of.

"Why are you looking at me like that ?" You whispered harshly.

"Like what ?" His eyes widened slightly in false innocence, his faint smirk never leaving his lips.

"Like that ! I never know what you're thinking, it's stressing me out !"

He broke into a light laughter, like your flustered state was something very amusing to him. "Darling, you're the mind-reader. Please, do read if that can satiate your curiosity..."

You gulped slightly at the nickname but decided to ignore it. His proposition was tempting. At least you would finally know what he really thought of you and above all, why the hell he always stared at you this way ! It would have been easy. You were in perfect control of your ability, all you had to do was reach for him with your mind. He had even given you his permission to do so, there was nothing holding you back. Well, almost nothing...

If you didn't seem to be able to go for it once and for all, it was because of that particular look he was giving you right now. Like he was waiting for you. There was a dark glint in his emerald-green eyes, dancing shadows that seemed to want to lure you in. It was something you weren't accustomed to see in someone's eyes. A want. But a want for what ? You weren't sure you wanted to find that out.

He seemed to catch on your strong hesitation because he raised his eyebrows playfully. "Well ?" He said.

"No, I'm okay..." you replied feverishly.

You saw a hint of disappointment cross his eyes (an other sign that you were right to not accept his invitation), but it was so quick that you might have only imagined it. It was quickly replaced by a mischievous (obviously) look as he gazed down at you in amusement once again.

"Do my thoughts worry you that much, Agent Y/L/N ?" He asked, his low, teasing tone sending a shiver down your spine.

You tried to calm your racing heart by slowly exhaling through your nose. That bastard knew what he was doing ! You could no longer deny the intoxicating effect that the god had on you and he knew it. You didn't answer his question, he probably also knew why anyway, and stayed silent, waiting for his next move.

"Pity..." He murmured.

He took a step forward and, feeling that it was probably a test, you forced yourself to stay very still, even though this new proximity made your blood run faster in your veins. He circled slowly around you and you followed his lead, not wanting to let him out of your sight.

Unfortunately, it resulted in him almost caging you between his body and the shelves, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe. The corner of his lips twitched as he saw how you tried to make yourself appear as small as you possibly could. He slowly raised his right hand, his eyes never leaving yours even for a second. You swallowed hard as you felt your heartbeat speed up and blood rush to your face.

"If you allow me..." He said lowly.

You held your breath, your whole body going rigid. His hand went back down and you noticed he was now holding a book, one he had probably just taken from the shelf.

"...I'd like to recommend you this one." He finished, seeming to be very proud of the small heart attack he had just about caused you. "I believe you'll find it quite enjoyable."

You lightly took the book from his grasp while being very careful to avoid touching his pale skin and murmured, "Thanks..."

"My pleasure..." He replied slyly.

He stepped back, but only a little, and you seized this opportunity to move away quickly.

"I need to head back to my room now," you said. "So I'll leave you to your own reading."

He said nothing, he just kept looking at you in satisfaction.

"See you tomorrow." You concluded before taking off.

You didn't glance back even once, too eager to put distance between you and the handsome god before you did something much more embarrassing than what had already happened.

"Good night, Agent." His voice seemed to brush against your back as you passed the doors, making you walk a bit faster.

You were definitely going to kill Thor in the morning.

Hey ! Thanks for reading, hope you liked it, tell me what you thought of it ! I'm doing my best to do updates despite being in Uni but I gotta admit that it isn't easy... Anyway, I hope it's still worth something !

So, here comes part 2 of "Not your type", thank you so much for your support and kind words ! I hope you'll like it, let me know what you think !

Summary : You and Loki infiltrate the party as a fake date and you find yourself struggling to focus as the Trickster tests your limits.

Warning : smut-free but things might just get hot (I tried) so if you don't enjoy that kind of writing, this isn't for you...

The car parked up in front of a large mansion after a short drive spent in a deadly silence. You could sometimes feel his eyes searching yours but you ignored him meticulously, focusing on the mission. Your mind filled with apprehension, you took the arm he was holding out to you, the fabric of his suit soft under your fingertips. You walked up to the entrance and penetrated inside the huge house, putting on your masks of innocent guests. Upon seeing your arrival, a well-dressed butler came to you and addressed your partner.

"Good evening. I don't believe I have seen your faces on Mr. Jones's guests list. Am I mistaken ?"

Loki raised his chin, the expression on his face hardening as a warning. "We are not on the list. But we'll wait so you can tell Mr. Jones that Loki of Asgard is here..."

Realization suddenly seemed to hit him and his eyes widened slightly as he visibly recognised the name.

"Forgive me, I hadn't realized ! Please, enjoy your evening." He quickly apologized, his face paler than before.

Both of you gave him a nod before heading to what looked like a very large ballroom. It was filled with all kinds of people, men, women, some aliens even, enjoying the party. Some of them were drinking expensive drinks, others were deep in conversation, and you could even see a few dancing to the sound of the soft music offered by talented musicians in the background.

"You dealt well with him..." You simply said in faint gratitude.

"Am I hallucinating or was that a thank you, love ?" He murmured, his attention on you now that the danger had been avoided.

"Don't let it go over your head !"

"I wouldn't dream of it !"

You shook your head but allowed a tiny smile to stretch the corner of your lips.

"Would you like a drink ?" He offered.

You declined. "No, I shouldn't. I better be completely sober for the rest of the operations. But we should do something though, and converse with other guests might be too risky..."

"We'll, just standing still does look suspicious." He pointed out, untangling your arms before extending a hand to you. "Would you care for a dance ?"

You stared at him in bewilderment for a second. "A dance ?" You repeated, troubled by the mysterious smile he now displayed.

You narrowed your eyes at him with the unpleasant feeling that he was once again testing you. He hadn't played that card since the elevator incident but you were still on your guard, knowing you couldn't quite trust yourself around him. Like he was aware of all your doubts, he murmured, "Scared ?".

"Scared of what ?" You scoffed.

The corner of his lips twitched slightly as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. That little...

"Fine !" You agreed with your head held high.

You did your best to ignore the sensation of cold electricity that shot through your arm when your took his hand, and soon enough, the two of you were on the dance floor. There were about ten other pairs also slowly swinging to the rhythm of the music but despite that, you suddenly felt like you were the only person he ever wanted to lay eyes on. To your great dismay, there was a low cut at the back of your dress, which meant he had no other choice than to be in contact with your skin that seemed to burn under his light touch. You were desperately trying to focus on anything but him, which caused your eyes to incessantly go back and forth between the guests, your joined hands and the knot of his tie in front of you.

"Is something bothering you ?" He murmured knowingly.

You looked up and hissed. "Why are you doing this ?"

"Doing what ?"

"All this ! Looking at me like that, the stuff you said earlier, your behaviour in the elevator or any other time for that matter !"

You could feel your temper rising and stopped talking before making a scene. Truth was, he wasn't the one you truly were mad at. You were angry with yourself above all. Loki stared back at you deeply and replied.

"The only reason I continue is because of your responses to my...behaviour."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean ?"

He leaned slightly towards you and you felt your heartbeat accelerate as you got lost in his bottomless eyes.

"I mean, that when I do things like..." His long fingers let go of your hand, only to trail ever so slightly along your forearm. "...this. Your breath hitches in your throat."

You glared at him, knowing that it was exactly what had just happened. He took your hand again and made you spin before bringing you back closer than before. You were now only a few inches away from each other, which brought back troubling memories of earlier that evening. He now had to bow his head to keep looking you in the eye, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"Or when I do this..." He continued, his voice like a magnet made to hold you close.

The hand that was before innocently placed between your shoulder blades was now trailing down your spine, as light as a feather, uncontrollable goosebumps erupting in its path. Though his touch was cold, your entire body seemed to light up with a whole new kind of fire. When his hand reached the small of your back, you held your breath, but it simply went back up as his eyes bored into you. You stubbornly held his intense gaze. It seemed to be gleaming with something entirely new. Hunger. A hunger you didn't quite know how to deal with. But you didn't look away. Colours and sounds seemed to mix all around you, him being the only thing you could hold onto. You couldn't think straight, everything else was slowly disappearing from your mind. The only thing that mattered right now was how he continued to draw unknown patterns on your burning skin with his fingertips. Your hair stood up at the back of your neck and you exhaled, suddenly slightly out of breath. This action caused his mouth to twitch as his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

"This is why I do what I do..." He spoke lowly.

For a second, you almost forgot you'd asked a question in the first place but fortunately, he didn't seem to catch on your cluelessness because he continued.

"If I'm wrong, you can just tell me... Tell me that you don't want any of this. Tell me to stop and I will..."

You swallowed hard, your heart beating so fast that you thought it was going to explode. You could have asked him to stop, it would have been over quickly. Because strangely, you knew he wouldn't do anything against your will, despite all his flaws. So yes, you could have told him to stop. Only problem was...you didn't want him to. You wanted to get him alone and forget all about the mission and- Oh God ! The mission ! You snapped out of your thoughts, the moment shattering as a feeling of guilt washed over you. You stopped moving abruptly, putting some distance between the two of you.

"I-I can't..." You stuttered, your own voice sounding foreign to your ears. "We need to do what we were sent here to do."

He took a step forward, right in front of you again. He seized your hand gently and went up, his thumb stroking the tender skin of your inner wrist. "I can feel your heartbeat racing..." He murmured, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. "Tell me why."

You shook your head, feeling like you were about to burst into flames under his scrutiny.

"You... I-I don't know what game you're playing but-"

"I am no longer playing, love." He said in a velvet-like voice.

You pulled away in an attempt to regain your composure. "I need to go." You managed to utter. "I'll sneak onto the second floor and into Elias Jones's office for the USB key. You stay here and go to distract him. Understood ?"

He looked at you like he was expecting you to add something, but in front of your determined silence, he could only nod. "As you wish..."

You left him there and went to accomplish your mission, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand rather than on the lingering sensation of his fingers against your skin.

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"You did great out there !" Steve congratulated you with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "It wasn't easy but you managed to retrieve the key and deal with Loki without any incident, you should be proud."

You smiled nervously at him as he praised you. If only he knew... Even Thor had been very satisfied with the teamwork between you and his brother. And there you were, still trying to wash him off your mind.

"I'll let you get back to your room now. You deserve some rest."

"Thanks, Cap' !" You replied gratefully, watching him leave.

You sighed and then let your feet drag you to your room. Once you were there, you practically jumped out of your dress, eager to put it behind you, and put on a pair of sweatpants and a plain tank top for the night. You crawled into bed and turned off the light. Minutes passed, painfully slow, as you found yourself unable to fall asleep. You kept turning and stirring, the events of the evening keeping you wide awake. His words didn't seem to want to leave your mind, swirling in your head restlessly. I am no longer playing. What was that supposed to mean ?! You were so mad at yourself for getting affected.

You turned around to lie on your back and stared at the empty ceiling in annoyance like it was its fault that the God of Mischief had gotten under your skin. You had to talk to him. Confront him about all this, or you wouldn't be able to get any sleep. You huffed before jumping on your feet, and left your room. You walked with wide steps to where you knew Loki spent his nights and stopped right in front of his door. Usually, you were rather glad that Thor and Steve had their rooms close by to keep an eye on him, but right now, you couldn't think of a worse area. You gulped in apprehension before gathering your courage and knocking on the door gingerly. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down as you waited, clenching and unclenching your fists. Finally, the door opened, just wide enough for him to appear without revealing anything from inside. Upon seeing you, at this hour, in this outfit and with your hair all over the place, he probably guessed why you were there. Still, a smug grin stretched his lips and he asked.

"Have you perhaps forgotten the way to your quarters, darling ?"

"Shut up and let me in." You snapped mid-voice to not draw too much attention.

"I beg you pardon ?"

"Get in there before Steve or your brother finds me here !"

"I am not sure I quite understand what this is about." He replied, speaking louder, on purpose judging by the cat-that-ate-the-canary smile plastered on his face. "Why would you-"

You dove into his room urgently, pushing on his chest to move him out of the way. You hurriedly closed the door behind you before anyone could come out and see you. When it was clear that no one had heard anything, you relaxed slightly.

"Satisfied ?" He mocked.

"You're not funny." You grumbled, crossing your arm over your chest.

He chuckled lightly and stood in front of you, mirroring your posture. You noticed he had taken his jacket off and that his tie was now hanging loosely around his neck. You probably stared a bit longer than necessary, because his smirked before asking. "Can I assist you in anything ?"

You clearly noticed the teasing note in his voice and how he seemed to enjoy the situation way too much.

"Yes. We need to talk." You replied, trying to sound more confident than you were.

"Please, do tell, I'm sure it will be very entertaining..."

"I'm gonna ask you a question and you're gonna have to answer truthfully."

He licked his lips and smiled in amusement at your commanding tone. "And what do I get in return ?" He leaned towards you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Do I get to ask something too ?"

You swallowed, worried of what would follow. But you didn't have much choice if you wanted him to be honest. "Deal." You complied, even if you knew it meant trouble.

You then took a second to calm your breathing and asked. " What do you want from me ?"

His smirk got bigger, like he was hoping that this would be your question. "I want nothing that you are not willing to give me yourself..." He murmured.

You shook your head. "That's not an answer !"

"Of course it is." He countered. "Now it's my turn."

He took a step forward, which caused you to take one back. He continued until your back hit the door and you couldn't escape his paralyzing gaze. Once he was sure he had you under his spell, he asked lowly. "Earlier, why didn't you tell me to stop ?"

You felt your face lose all of its colours all at once. Among everything he could have asked, he really had to choose this ?! You suddenly felt very small with him so close that his chest was almost touching yours and the intensity of his gaze.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." You lied, your ears burning with embarrassment.

He made a small, disapproving sound that sent a shiver down your spine and put his two hands flat on each side of your head. "Now, now... I thought we'd agreed to be honest with each other. But I'll give you an other chance... Why did you come here ?"

"I told you why... I just needed to talk to you." You managed to utter, your blood pulsing in your entire body.

"Nothing else ?"

"Nothing else."

You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. You could barely breathe, the heat in your body worsening every second.

"I don't believe you, Y/N..." He finally said, but the way he pronounced your name almost made your knees abandon you.

You wondered what it would feel like if he whispered your name like that into your ear. That simple thought was almost enough o make you collapse. He smirked and his eyes flashed with something you couldn't quite identify. Something dark and devious. Something that made your head spin and your eyes grew wide with expectation of his next move. Damn, he knew ! He leaned a bit closer, just to make sure he wouldn't miss your delightful reaction, and pronounced very slowly, taking his time. "Y/N..."

You swallowed. Hard. "Shut up !" You snapped in anger.

"Make me !" He shot back.

In front of your stubborn silence, he started again. "Y/-"

He wasn't able to finish saying your name this time. Before even realising what you were doing, you had grabbed him by his shirt and your lips smashed against his. It took him a second to get passed the shock, but when he did, he responded to your kiss with equal passion. His hands found your waist, then your lower back as he pulled you close. The sensation of his hungry lips devouring yours was mind-blowing. It was like everything that had happened between you, the anger, the teasing, the tension, had only been leading you to this. Your knees wobbled slightly and you slipped your hands behind his neck to help you stay on your feet. His tongue found its way between your lips and fought yours for dominance. You pulled away slightly and captured his bottom lip between your teeth before tugging on it gently to let him know that he wasn't the only one in power here. A low rumble came up from the bottom of his throat, and it was your turn to grin in satisfaction.

Your demonstration of control seemed to trigger something in him because when you crossed his eyes, the look you saw in them made your stomach flip. Before you could say anything, his mouth came down to pepper light kisses along your jaw and then lower, taking care of your sensitive collarbone. You exhaled, only noticing now that you had been holding your breath, and pulled away for a second.

"Wait !" You panted before looking him in the eye. "You tell no one about this, are we clear ?

The left corner of his mouth lifted up as he offered you a crooked grin. "As you please..."

He then dove back into your neck and your eyelids fluttered shut as quick breaths escaped your parted lips. He nibbled at your earlobe, making you squirm and melt under his touch. He slipped his hands under the hem of your tank top and you suddenly felt his thumbs stroke the much more tender skin right under the waistband of your pants. You gasped in surprise and your body jolted forward as an electric shiver shook you from head to toe. A dark chuckle erupted from his chest and you could feel his smirk when he pressed a gentle kiss on the soft spot under your ear. Then, without any warning, he harshly sucked on that spot before soothing your skin with the tip of his tongue. That was certainly gonna leave a mark.

"That's gonna be easy to cover up tomorrow..." You groaned as he got back to kissing your jaw, his hands roaming your body like he was trying to memorize it perfectly.

"My apologies...Y/N." He said, amused and insisting on your name once again.

Yeah right ! He wasn't sorry at all ! You snorted and pushed on his chest. You then took off your top in one swift movement, leaving you in a sport-bra, and seized his loose tie to throw them both across the room.

"They call you a silvertongue but I'm not entirely convinced..." You provoked him on purpose.

His eyes darkened more than ever, if that was even possible, and the dangerous smile he gave you ignited a fire in your belly.

"Oh darling, you're going to regret those words when I'm done with you..."

Alright, done ! Please tell me what you thought of it. I did my best, English is not my native language so if there are any mistakes, feel free to warn me ! I feel really inspired about Loki now so there might me other one shots involving him. No promises though because I'm also starting university tomorrow so it will probably keep me busy. Thank you very much for reading, I hope you liked it !

The gif is not mine !

Summary : You and Loki have to work together for a specific mission. On your way there, things might get tensed with the Trikster who seems to love testing your patience and resistance.

"You want me to do what ?!" You exclaimed in total astonishment.

"We know it's a lot to ask, but we wouldn't if it weren't important." Steve defended.

You scoffed, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Look, we need that usb key and who knows what they'll do with it. Nobody exterior to this building knows that he's on our side-"

"How can you even trust him ?!" You cut him off.

"I don't, ok ? Far from it ! But I trust Thor and if he says his brother is trying to make it right, I'm ready to give it a shot."

You shook your head in disbelief, looking at Natasha for support. But she just shrugged with her arms crossed over her chest while listening to the Captain's arguments.

"I can't send him alone, we need an agent with him on the field."

"Does it really have to be me ? You have lots of very competent agents that could do it..."

"None that know his ways, the mission or that isn't known by the public like you. It's perfect. The guy we're after will have no suspicions concerning Loki, he still thinks he's a war criminal, his presence to this kind of party will look perfectly normal."

Noticing your tensed silence, he continued.

"He won't be able to use his powers, we'll make sure of that. And we'll have an eye on the whole operation. You won't get recognised, no one knows who you work for. You'll just be his date for the night..."

You cringed internally at the word. Date. That word right there was precisely the reason you didn't want to do it. Even if it was fake, it would have to look real on the field. And you would have chosen about anyone but the god to be your partner. Even Director Fury would have been more acceptable ! But noooo, of course, it had to be him. With his eyes that always seemed to see right through your soul and clothes. And that stupid little smirk he wore every time you caught him staring.

But you couldn't decently tell Steve all that. To be honest, you felt kinda selfish for putting so much resistance. Captain America had crashed his plane, thinking he'd die, to save people, and you couldn't even go on a fake date for one night ! So, instead, you just pinched the bridge of your nose with a deep sigh.

"Well...good luck convincing him, he's not as compliant as I am !"

"I just got a text from Fury," said Natasha, "he agreed to do it."

You gritted your teeth with the urgent need to bang your head against a wall. "Of course he did !"

They gave you an apologetic look as you nervously paced around the room.

"When you said you'll have an eye on the operation, what do you mean ? Because if you put a device on me, you can be sure I'll get caught. There'll most certainly be a search and they have the means to buy plenty of detectors."

Steve nodded, his brows furrowed as he realized things wouldn't go as smoothly as he'd planned.

"You think we should let the two of you go without back-up ?" Asked Natasha.

You shrugged. "You can stand around in case things get ugly. Plus, Steve just said he wouldn't be able to use his powers, right ?"

"Correct. He'll wear special cuff bracelets that'll block his magic. It was created on Asgard especially for him. But I still don't trust him."

"Neither do I !" You grumbled, already feeling a headache overcome your senses. "But what choice do we have ? You're right, we need that key or, more importantly, they can't have it. It's a perfect opportunity.."

Steve kept that hard expression plastered on his face. You could tell he wasn't very fond of that plan himself, and that he didn't like to upset you.

"I don't like it." He said.

"No one likes it." Replied Natasha with a scowl on her face.

You brushed it off before you spoke, trying to convince yourself at the same time. "Oh, you know, I've had worse dates. It won't be that bad..."

"Then you have even more terrible tastes than I thought." Natasha commented.

"Thanks, Romanoff..."

She just smirked before exiting the conference room. You finished talking about the details of the operation with Steve and then went for the door yourself.

"You know I'm sorry, right ? About all this... I wish I could find another way but we're sort of running out of time..."

"I know, Stevie, it's ok. It's only a Norse God and criminal organization after all !"

You gave him your most sarcastic smile to which he couldn't help but chuckle, despite the situation.

"I'm sure you'll do great !" He assured, opening the door for you. "Plus, better you than one of us !"

You squinted your eyes at him and grumbled, "Always the charmer, Captain, that's so sweet !"

"You misunderstood. I meant that it probably wouldn't have the same odds of success if it weren't for you."

"Why is that ?" You questioned while walking down the hall.

"I don't know... Sometimes it just seems he doesn't hate you as much as he hates us."

HA ! You did your best to try and not look like you just been put into hot, bumbling water but it still really felt like it. You forced yourself to laugh lightly but to your ears, it sounded a lot more like the screech of a dying pterodactyl.

"Lucky me !" You managed to articulate without choking.

Steve have you a weird look but didn't say anything as you parted ways to go to your respective rooms for the night. Tomorrow, shit would get real. Speaking of which, you were almost at you door when you came across the one person you didn't want to see tonight. You seriously considered taking a run in the opposite direction but it was now too late, and you would never give him that satisfaction. You kept your eyes firmly fixed on the end of the hall, even if you could feel his on you. You hated how he always had a way to make you feel like you had the leading role on a stage, under the biggest projector in the world.

You made the mistake of looking his way for a brief second and regretted instantly when you saw the faintest of smirks pulling at the corner of his lips. That bastard. As he approached, he greeted you with perfect composure. "Y/N..."

"Loki." You answered bluntly.

"I assume I will be seeing you tomorrow night..." he murmured in a teasing voice, audibly smiling.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, head held high, and snapped. "Piss off !"

His footsteps stopped as you walked pass him and you could vividly feel his stare at the back of your skull. His unnerving smile probably on his sculpted face once again. You quickened your pace and got into your room like a runaway into a shelter. You closed the door a bit too harshly before pressing your back against it and exhaling deeply. Dear God, this was going to be a bloody disaster...

You collapsed on your bed with a grunt of annoyance and passed out from exhaustion until morning. The next day was spent with last minute preparations for the mission and you carefully avoiding any interaction with the Trikster unless absolutely necessary. You would get enough of that in a few hours !

When the time came, you reluctantly put on your chosen outfit. It was a long, dark green dress with a slit going up mid-thigh allowing you to move more freely. The dress was quite simple but elegant, the thin golden belt around your waist adding a nice touch to it. You weren't really used to that kind of clothing though, working for S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't leave much place for dressing up. You did your make-up and hair as it would certainly help to help you go undercover. You stood in front of the mirror to admire the result and frowned at your reflection. It was now very clear that whoever had picked that outfit had taken great care of choosing those specific colours. You gritted your teeth, knowing it wouldn't go unnoticed by the god.

There was a soft knock at the door and you went to open it after grabbing your small handbag. Steve smiled sweetly at you, knowing your nerves were this close from breaking, and said. "You look great !"

You narrowed your eyes and replied, "Thanks...But what are you not telling me ?"

"What ? Nothing !"

"Steve..."

"Tony picked the colours and the dress, I'm sorry, I had no idea !"

"I'm gonna kill him."

He winced before following you into the hall and into the living room. The entire team was gathered there, waiting for you. Thor immediately proceeded to greet you warmly. "Lady Y/N, you look breathtaking as always !" He exclaimed in a deep booming voice.

You grinned at him while rolling your eyes. "Thanks, Point Break."

You felt another pair of eyes fixed on you, and knew exactly who they belonged to, which was why you were doing everything you could to ignore him. Instead, you went over the details with team once more. You had the pen (disguised laser) in your purse, no micro or the signal would get you caught, everything was ready.

"There's a car waiting outside, it'll take you where you need to go." Informed Tony, the ghost of an amused smile on his face.

He winked at your cold stare aimed at him, knowing full well you wouldn't say a thing about the colours of the dress in front of everyone. Oh, you would so beat his ass later.

"You'll be ok from here ?" Steve looked at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. "We need to go to the quinjet while you head to the party with Loki."

The name made you look at the god for the first time that evening. He was wearing an elegant suit, entirely black, that made him look like he was dressed in shadows. His dark hair were pulled back and the ivory skin of his face offered a startling contrast. Obviously, he was handsome as ever, pointless to deny it, and that fact didn't help to ease your nerves.

Your heart missed a beat when you noticed he was also watching you intently, not giving any clue as to what he was thinking. The moment didn't last though, as Steve and Thor decided to escort you to the elevator after a brief nod from you.

"I'm warning you, brother, do not try and betray my trust." Thor boomed, looking serious despite his obvious affection for his sibling. "Lady Y/N is not one to cross !"

"Your lack of faith breaks my heart, dear brother." Loki mused.

"This is not a joke !" Steve intervened.

You noticed he was trying to appear more impressive than he already was, probably because the god himself was quite tall.

"No funny tricks, and don't try and take advantage of the fact that Y/N plays as your date, if you-"

"Alright, that's enough." You quickly cut in. "We've been over this. Thank you for your concern but I can take care of myself."

Steve gave you the usual puppy eyes, visibly unhappy about this whole situation. Loki just grinned in amusement before replying, "I can assure you, I intend to be nothing but a gentleman..."

You rolled your eyes, your patience already running thin even though the night had barely begun. The doors of the elevator opened with a ding and you wasted no time in climbing in, eager to get his over with. And as soon as the Trickster joined you, you pressed the button to close the doors and begin your way down. You usually enjoyed being at the top of the building but that night, you would have given everything to be on the first floor. It was not that the cabin was particularly small but, without sticking to you like glue, your partner was still a bit too close for your liking. It was still a respectable distance though, so it was mostly just you, and your pride prevented you from stepping aside. Instead, you just stole a glance right, only to meet his piercing eyes already on you. A bit startled by this unexpected attention, you had to keep yourself from showing any surprise or discomfort.

"What ?" You snapped.

The ghost of a smirk played on his lips at the sight of you already so troubled.

"Interesting choice of colours you have here..." he murmured, folding his hands behind his back.

A lump formed down your throat as you gritted your teeth. "Not my choice though, so don't get any ideas." You grumbled, now focused on the closed doors.

"What ideas would you want me to get ? It was merely an observation..."

You scoffed at his seemingly innocent tone.

"The Captain certainly seemed to appreciate you in this outfit..." he added slowly.

Your head snapped back in his direction but before you could say a thing, the cabin stopped and opened. Two other agents were apparently waiting to get in, you weren't in the entry yet, but upon seeing who you were with, they gave you an apologetic smile and one of them said, "We'll wait."

You sighed in annoyance, reluctantly watching the doors close again. Right now, another presence would have been just fine ! Once you were on your way down once again, you fully turned towards the annoying god to confront him about his previous words.

"Alright, what was that supposed to mean ?" You clenched your fists, staring him down.

Loki turned as well, the two of you now facing each other. "I just didn't think he'd have such ambitious tastes. It seems to me that he took quite a liking in you..."

You tried your best to suppress the light blush threatening to show up on your face, and exclaimed, "That's ridiculous !"

"Oh certainly !" He replied smugly. "One could have thought he'd know he is not your type by now..."

You raised your eyebrows in defiance and taunted, "And what makes you so sure he's not my type ?"

You immediately regretted your words as the god seemed to take it as a personal challenge. He took a step forward, reducing the distance between your two bodies to only a few inches. The intensity in his eyes at this very moment wasn't like anything you had ever seen before. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been looked at in such a way, and you were sure your heart had stopped beating for a second. You couldn't turn your own eyes away, trapped in this proximity. His slow breathing brushed slightly against your face, and he was so close you could catch the discreet and yet intoxicating smell emanating form his skin.

You stayed very still, waiting for his next move. A shiver ran down your spine under his hypnotic stare, and like he knew, the corner of his lips quirked up and he said in what almost sounded like a purr.

"Oh darling, trust me, I'm sure..."

The elevator finally came to a halt and put an end to your misery. It didn't seem to phase him though. His arm shot up at light speed to press a button and keep the doors closed. Your heart missed a beat and you had to put great efforts to not let your state affect your breathing. If he saw how you felt about his demeanour even in the slightest, you were doomed.

"What do you want ?" You growled, blood pumping through your veins.

"What do you want ?" He immediately shot back, his eyes never leaving yours.

You let out an incredulous chuckle to hide the fact that you were shaking inside, and took a tiny step forward. Your bodies were now almost pressed against one another, and a satisfied glint appeared in his eyes. But it didn't stay. Instead of doing whatever he thought you were gonna do, you pushed him out of the way and pressed the right button, the doors opening without a sound.

"Let's go, the car's waiting." You simply said.

It wasn't an entire victory though. Your pulse was still beating wildly in your throat and your breathing was slightly shaky, and he knew that. Of course he knew ! He now displayed a more neutral expression but, strangely, the smugness had left his eyes for...something else. Actually, he looked kind of impressed. You didn't linger on that feeling and preferred to glare at him before storming off towards the exit of the building. His footsteps soon followed and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. This was going to be a long night !

Not a particularly happy one, sorry ! The gif is not mine !

Summary : You and Peter share a deep friendship but also something more. The two of you kissed a while back but didn't speak to each other since then. You are going back home when you get attacked in the street. The Spiderman comes to the rescue.

"Yes, I know the Death Star will not build itself, Ned !" You laughed while walking down the street. "I've just been busy with school and you know I'm working late with Mrs. Harrison."

You waved at a shop owner you knew well and continued on your way to your home.

"But I promise I'll meet you at Peter's Friday night, I wouldn't miss it !"

"Talking about Peter, is everything okay between you two ?" He asked.

You flinched at his question, not liking the turn this conversation was taking.

"What do you mean ?"

"I don't know... It just seems like you're being distant these days. Looks like you're avoiding each other sometimes."

"Oh hum... No, it's nothing like that ! I guess we've just been...a bit busy with work recently, that's all..." you lied, biting your lip guiltily.

"Yeah, I guess..."

You heard a muffled shout in the phone then Ned's voice again, "I gotta go, my Mom's calling me."

"Alright, see you tomorrow !"

"Bye, Y/N !"

He hung up and you put your phone in your back pocket. You sighed as you thought about what your friend had just said. You felt bad for lying to him but the truth was not something you wanted to discuss over the phone. Or ever, actually. You couldn't quite imagine how to explain that Peter Parker, your friend since as far as you could remember, was avoiding you since the two of you had kissed a week ago. You had not been able to talk about it since then, or talk at all for that matter, and you were seriously growing tired of it.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you almost missed the man slumped against the wall of an alleyway right next to you. He was breathing heavily, like he was in pain, and you approached him cautiously, unsure of what to do.

"Sir, are you alright ? Do you need help ?"

He raised his head at the sound of your voice. Honestly, maybe you should have seen right away that it was all an act, and when it hit you, it was already too late. The man grabbed you roughly and your scream died on the tip of your tongue when you saw the gun he was pointing at you.

"I strongly advise you to keep quiet on this one." He said, pulling you with him into the alleyway.

Your blood froze in your veins. You didn't dare to utter a single word. You were alone, out of sight and not a soul would hear you where he was taking you. When you saw he was walking towards a door leading to an abandoned building, your feet automatically stopped moving. You seemed to snap out of your trance. You could not just let him. This was not how you wanted it to end.

"Where are you taking me ?"

The man didn't answer, and you almost didn't see him raise his hand before you felt the blow on your face. You tripped and fell with a yelp of pain, white stars dancing in front of your eyes. You could feel a little bit of blood trickling down your face and knew the pistol had cut your cheekbone. He didn't give you much time to recover, already coming back towards you to pull you back on your feet. He didn't though. Before he could reach you, a voice rang out in the alleyway, causing the both of you to freeze.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for a bad guy, have you seen one ?"

It occurred to you later that you should have recognised that voice and that tone right away. But you weren't exactly in the right state of mind at the time, so it was kind of understandable. Your pulse quickened when you saw absolutely nothing besides your offender in the alleyway. Had you only imagined that someone had come to your aid ?

No, less than two seconds later, the gun was flying upwards, out of the man's hand. You looked up and your eyes grew wide when you instantly recognised the Spiderman himself perched on the edge of the building. The gun was glued to the wall by some sort of web. He wasted no time in talking, what had happened was clear as day, already shooting another web with his gloved hand at your offender. He was now also glued to the dirty wall, his mouth and body covered with sticky webs, his furious eyes moving frantically back and forth between you and your savior.

You watched him get down to be at your level, still not believing your own eyes. He helped you up and before you knew it, your feet were no longer touching the ground. His arm had snaked around your waist and the two of you had taken off in the air, pulled by a web string. You let out a small scream of terror but it soon died down when you softly landed on the reassuringly flat top of the building.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry !" He exclaimed in panic, standing a few feet away from you to give you some space. "I-I just wanted to get you to safety where he wouldn't be able to hear us ! The cops are gonna come and fetch him though but I don't know if you prefer to wait for them or get home or... I don't know... Are you ok ?"

You stared at him in disbelief while he was rambling. You knew that voice. You knew that frantic, endless speech. But it wasn't possible. It couldn't be ! But still, it was so clear now... The name escaped your lips before you could even think. "Peter ?"

The Spiderman froze into place and you could have sworn he had turned white as a sheet under that mask.

"...no ?"

His reaction only confirmed what you already knew and you felt your heart beginning to pound wildly against your ribcage.

"Oh my God..." You breathed out. "Oh my God ! How... You !"

"No ! No, no, no, no !"

He raised his hand in an attempt to calm you down, shaking his head in panic. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, your whole body trembling as a response to the events of the night. You had been attacked, and you were not okay, far from it, and you had barely had the time to wrap your mind around it, that you discovered the secret identity of the local celebrity. Which was no other than the boy you had been spending most of your days with for as long as you could remember.

"Oh my God ! What the... How did you..."

"I can explain !"

"Take that off !"

"What ?"

"Take it off !" You repeated, hysteria piercing through your voice.

"I-I can't !"

"Why not ?!"

"Because... I-I only have my underwear..." He explained awkwardly.

"Your mask ! Take off your mask !"

"Oh..." He said softly, embarrassed.

He then reached for the fabric and pulled it off his head, letting you see how right you'd been. His mop of brown hair appeared first, all over the place, and then your eyes met his own. This seemed so unreal. But it was him. There was no point in denying it now. But still, you couldn't believe what you were seeing right now. And the fact that it was the first time you two really faced each other since that kiss a week ago didn't help. He seemed to be thinking about that too because he couldn't even hold your gaze for more than a few seconds. But you had other things to worry about at the moment. Him roaming the streets in superhero pajama's was one of them.

"Are you insane ?!" You finally let out, having trouble catching your breath.

"Look, I'm sorry, I know you're mad at me for lying to you but-"

"I'm not mad because you lied."

He stopped and stared at you.

"You're not ?"

"No. I probably would have lied too in your position to be honest..."

"Oh... Well, I guess it's only fair..."

He seemed to relax but you certainly didn't.

"I'm not done with you !" You exclaimed, brandishing a finger under his nose again, which caused him to back away slightly.

"Hum... Don't you prefer to get back home first ?"

"Are you trying to change the subject, Peter ?" You squinted your eyes at him, much to his discomfort.

"N-no..."

You both stopped bickering when the sound of an incoming police car made itself heard in the distance.

"I sent a signal. He's well-known criminal so he's gonna get arrested whatever you decide but if you want to testify, it's up to you..."

You sighed, walking towards the edge of the building, and looked down at the man who had put a gun against your head. You shivered, suddenly very aware of what would have happened if it weren't for Peter.

"I-I think I'm gonna head home. I'll go to the police station tomorrow. My parents are out for the night and I don't feel like going alone..."

"Ok, there's a ladder over there to get down. I'm guessing you're not coming with me by the rooftops."

He gave you a cheeky grin, causing you to roll your eyes at him. You were definitely not doing that ever again.

You did as he's advised, finding yourself in the street again. Only difference was that this time, you knew you weren't alone. You could see your friend's shadow accompanying you along the way.

It didn't take long for you to get back to your appartement, it wasn't very far, and what had always been a perk was that it was in the same building as Peter's. This was how you'd become friends in the first place and it had always been common for him to sneak into your room by the window late at night. You would talk for hours and be completely exhausted in the morning but it had never stopped you. However, it had not happened since that night a week ago. The one you had kissed. It had been quite unexpected, but sweet and definitely not a mistake in your opinion. But Peter didn't seem to think so as he had been avoiding you ever since. And you were dying to know why.

You walked through your empty home to your bedroom and closed your door before going to the window. Peter soon showed up and you could see he had taken a minute to change his clothes into something more...familiar.

You sat on the edge of your bed, the weight of exhaustion taking a hold of your body. You still felt the strong grip of the man on your arm, or the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. Like he had just read your thoughts, Peter approached you and murmured, "You're bleeding a little..."

You wiped your cheek, red tainting your hand, and winced at the contact.

"Yeah, that's gonna leave a bruise..."

Peter looked at you sadly before saying, "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"It's not your fault..."

"I should have gotten there sooner. I shouldn't have let him hurt you."

You stared at him in disbelief. He seemed so different now in his normal clothes. More like the boy you knew but somehow, something didn't quite seem to fit. You understood that it was in fact all about the suit. It gave him a purpose. You knew he wanted to make a difference, and that suit gave him a chance to do so. And you couldn't be mad at him for that. Even if it scared the shit out of you. Even if you didn't want him to get hurt. Even if, in your eyes, he didn't need a fancy suit to make a difference.

"You probably saved my life tonight, Peter." You said, your voice stronger than you felt. "So I don't care if you feel like you failed me in any way. Don't you dare think that for even a second, got it ? You were there when no one else was, always have been for that matter, and I will not let you forget that !"

Peter stared at you, before nodding sheepishly, fumbling with the zipper of his vest.

The silence as slowly getting more and more deafening, so you commented playfully, "Did you really think I wouldn't know it was you under the mask ?"

He chuckled, a light blush covering his cheeks, and mumbled under his breath, "It works in superhero movies..."

You laughed with him, enjoying the familiarity of feeling close to him again. But it didn't last. As soon as your gaze crossed his, his laugh died down and yours quickly followed. He got up, avoiding to look your way, and walked towards the window.

"I should go, it's getting late..."

You tried to ignore the pang of raw pain bursting in your chest but you knew it was written all over your face when you spoke next. "I know you regret kissing me and all but as least stop avoiding me at school, for Ned's sake. He's starting to notice something's not right..."

Peter froze, his hand on the window frame as a cold breeze made its way into your room and into your bones. For a second, you thought he was going to flee without a word but instead, he just whispered sadly, "Us... We shouldn't, it would be a mistake..."

Unshed tears burned in your eyes at his words.

"Yeah, you made that perfectly clear." You replied harshly to hide your hurt.

He seemed to register what he'd said because he immediately tried to make it better.

"It's not... I mean, we've been friends for so long, I got scared, I didn't want to ruin everything or make it weird with Ned. And then there's what I do and so much more than you don't know about..."

You stayed silent with your arms crossed to keep your hands from shaking. You knew all that of course ! But in your eyes, it just seemed worth a little risks-taking. You simply wished he could feel the same.

He stepped out onto the fire exit.

"I'll stop avoiding you. You're right, Ned doesn't need to suffer of what happened."

You nodded, still stubbornly silent as he put more and more distance between the two of you despite his previous words. You felt your throat tighten, breathing becoming a real struggle.

You knew he was looking at you intently, you could feel his imploring eyes as he tried to pull a reaction, anything, out of you. But you kept your gaze firmly fixed on the wall next to your window. He sighed quietly and you knew this was it. Just before he left, he said one more thing.

"I don't regret kissing you..."

You looked back at him for the first time since he'd put an end to your brief moment of complicity. His words alone could have seemed encouraging, but his tone and the defeated look on his face gave the outcome of all this away. And in the end, it was just a very sad story. Because it could have worked...And it just didn't.

And just as you'd expected, he finished :

"But I can't, it's too risky. I'm sorry..."

And just like that, he left and returned to his own apartment, leaving you with only a bunch of what ifs. Maybe it would have been easier if you didn't have to act normal for the sake of your common friend, all things considered. Or if he was just some guy you had kissed once for fun. If he was just Spiderman.

Yes, it would undeniably be more manageable if you weren't dying to go after him and kiss him again. But you did no such thing. Instead, you had a few hesitant steps towards the window and closed it in a swift and final movement, feeling more cold and alone than ever.

"I'm sorry too..."