Truth Or Dare Avengers Style...

Truth or dare Avengers style...

Tony: Alright folks! TEAM-BUILDING TIME!

Everybody: *groans but sits down*

Tony: Oh come on... it´ll be fun!

You: Last time you said that we set Furys office on fire...

Loki: *grins* Well, that was the ONE time it actually WAS fun.

Cap: For you... I was the one getting caught red handed trying to douse the flames and who got to hear swearwords I never knew existed.

Tony: See, FUN. Now shut it and play along!

----1h later---

Tony: Truth, dare or drink - Bucky! What's the first thing you would do if you woke up one day as the opposite sex?

Bucky: *grins* Not going to tell *drinks*

Bucky: Truth, dare or drink - Loki! Boxers or Briefs?

Loki: *snorts* Commando!

Loki: Truth, dare or drink - (Y/N)! Absolute favourite place to be?

You: ...beach?!

Loki: (Y/N), you are lying!

You: Am not... *blushes*

Tony: drink up, no use to disagree with the god of lies!

You: *not drinking*

Loki: Well, time is up *twirls fingers...You disappear and reappear in his lap.*

Tony: *laughs* THIS is interesting

Loki: Well, hello there *grins*

You: *whispering more to yourself* At least I am still dressed...

Loki: NOW it is getting interesting!

Protector - Hux x Reader

A/N: I was thinking about this little drabble while out and about, wanted to write it down before I forget about it. Imagine you are the daughter of Allegiant General Pryde and you and Hux are really close due to similar abusive upbringing. It is rather unfortunate, but even through the traumatic experiences you’ve found solace in one another. TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, Public Humiliation 

A large thud could be heard throughout the bridge as a body was brought to the ground. You could taste copper from the blood coming out of your lower lip. Eyes closed, you had kept yourself quiet as the comments aimed at you continued. The bridge was silent, the only voice resonating was the formidable Allegiant General Pryde. 

“I had given you simple instructions, Y/n. And you couldn’t even do THAT! I’m ashamed to have you as a daughter!” he said, hands behind his back.

You coughed, turning your aching body to attempt getting up. A boot was met with your stomach and you let out a yelp in response. You couldn’t let your father see you cry, otherwise the humiliation would worsen.

General Hux had emerged onto the base after a debriefing with some of the other officers to see the horrific scene before him. It had given flashbacks of when he was child being abused by his father and his friends, Pryde being one of them. He had also experienced watching Y/n being abused as well, so seeing you in this state made his blood boil.

“Allegiant General,” Hux said, his voice booming in the bridge, “That is enough,”

Pryde looked up at Hux, setting down his foot. “I was setting an example for the rest of the officers, General. You have no right to interfere,”

Your breathing was steady, finally able to open your eyes to see your protector standing before you. Hux knelt down and rested a hand on your arm, “Can you stand?”

You nodded slowly, your hand reaching for his as he helped you up. “I suggest you take some time in your office to reflect. You’ve already taken too much of a toll on the officers today,” Hux said as he turned to walk you away from the bridge.

Smiling, you placed your other hand on his chest, “Thank you, Armitage,” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“It’s nothing, Y/n. You do not deserve that treatment. No one does,”

Hux took you to your quarters, resting you slowly on your bed. You winced, gripping onto your stomach where your father kicked you. “I’m going to call for a medical droid, want to make sure that there is no internal bleeding,” he said  standing up, but you stopped him.

“No … later. For now … I just want to have you here with me,” you said softly.

He gave a nod, “Alright, my dear,” he said as he lay beside you, his hand resting on yours.

Your father was going to have a taste of his own medicine one day…but for now, he was there for you.

Courtship - Victorian!Hux x Reader - One

Y/N: I’ve been wanting to write an Victorian AU Hux x Reader fic for a while, and this is part one! Hope you enjoy it, I really like this one.

You let out a gasp as your maid continued to tug on the laces of your corset…tighter, tighter. As society had told you, if they could hear you speak without gasping then it wasn’t tight enough. And you hated that. You felt free when there weren’t such restrictions. But today, there was a reason for the formal attire; you were going to meet a potential suitor by way of dinner. Your father was old and was going to pass away soon enough, but he had wanted to make sure that you were taken care of.

“You look beautiful, Miss Y/n. The Lord will be speechless when he sees you,” said Fiona, your maid. 

“He’s a Lord? What else do you know?” you asked as you turned around, putting your hands out in front of you so that your dress could be put on. It was a dark green number with black lace and pearl jewelry; the sign of your high status.

“Oh, I cannot say anymore, Ma’am. It would ruin the surprise,” Fiona said, shaking her head.

The whole mystery behind this Lord was annoying. You wanted to know more about him before you met him, since he’s going to be your husband at some point. There would be more time to get to know him after tonight, but the mere fact that everyone else but you knew about him just didn’t seem fair. 

Once you were fully dressed and presentable you made your way downstairs to meet with your father. He smiled, leaning onto the cane in his left hand, “Ahh, my dear Y/n. You look wonderful,” he said happily as he took your hand in his free hand, “Are you ready to meet him?” You gave a little nod, smiling. Your suitor was waiting in the other room, and you had no idea what to expect. Was he going to be some old man that was as old as your father? Or was he going to be some snobby, entitled Heir that was going to leave you with money but lonely? The possibilities were endless.

The first thing you see is his hair; kissed by fire. He looked young, but not too young. He was tall and lean…pretty much perfect. Where’s father find this man? He was practically the kind of suitor you were looking for…but what kind of person was he?

The ginger immediately stood from the sofa to turn to you and bowed, “My Lady, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Lord Armitage Hux,” he introduced himself.

You smiled softly and brought out your hand; Hux took it and brought it to his lips to plant a kiss. “My Lord Hux, the pleasure is all mine. And considering the circumstances, you may call me Y/n,”

You saw Hux blush slightly and smiled, “Of course, Y/n. And you may call me Armitage,”

Perhaps this marriage wasn’t going to be so bad after all…

Bruised & Broken ][ Armitage Hux x Reader ][ Part Two

Author’s Note: So, I know this is a little later than J wanted it to be, but school has really been stressing me out. I haven’t got much sleep this week and it’s taking a bit of a toll on my body, but I got this out since a lot of people liked the first part. Here’s part two to Broken & Bruised!

Trigger Warnings: blood, lacerations, infection, nightmare, mentions of death, severe injuries, angst, and then a bit of fluff at the end

PART ONE

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The next morning you had woken up, groaning as you stood from the ground. Your back was aching, the tree trunk not nearly as comfortable as your bed- although it didn't beat it by that much really. That morning you had spared a glance towards Hux, noticing that he had fallen asleep as well, in a similar position that you had, except a wall had rested behind his back.

The day had gone by, Finn and Poe had been sent on a mission and you were at your station- the medbay -when General Organa approached you once more.

It was mid-afternoon at this point, Hux having been taken care of by another nurse for that morning so that you could catch a few decent hours of shut-eye in your room.

The General had stopped in front of you, pulling you from your station once she was certain you weren’t in the middle of something important, to ask that you would be taking care of Hux personally. She suggested that it would be best if you were to focus all of your attention on Hux and ensure that if anything were to occur you’d be able to manage it.

She wanted Hux to get as little as human contact as possible, which is why she had assigned you and you only to manage the First Order’s General until a time would arise that more contact needed to be made with him. Since you had already dealt with him, she felt you fit enough- you were head of the nurses after all.

General Organa had also mentioned that the interrogation wouldn’t be able to take place for a little while since a current mission was already issued.

After General Organa had dismissed herself you found it best to go and visit Hux once more. You were hesitant to go past the guards that stood about fifteen feet from his cell, unsure what would conspire after last night.

You were able to steady yourself, taking in a deep breath before holding it and exhaling, and then made your way over to the cell and unlocked it.

Hux looked up at the sound, his blue-green eyes catching yours once more. You felt yourself shutter before you locked the cell behind you, typical protocol for how to deal with prisoners, especially now that everyone was awake.

Hux had looked up at the sound of keys and the cell door creaking open. A scowl was present on his face as he realized you had been the one to enter.

"So you've returned?" he asked rhetorically, watching your every step as you made your way closer to him. His eyes hadn't once left your frame.

You sighed, bending your knees until you were level with Hux, who still remained on the ground. "Apparently I have been appointed to be your personal nurse from here on forward," you explained, opening the same kit you had used last night so that you can clean and examine again.

He rolled his eyes, "lucky me," he scoffed. You made a growl-like sound in your throat before muttering a, 'yeah, lucky you,' under your breath.

You were thankful that checking over his injuries had gone smoothly. Some of the lacerations were definitely not as bad as they were the night before. You worked diligently, making your way from the smallest to the largest of the wounds, and thankfully so. When you had finally gotten to the burn on his shoulder Hux had flinched away, shaking his head.

“No,” he muttered. You sighed, not wanting to play this same game like last night and made to examine it again when he grasped your wrist, much harder than he had the night before. He tugged you forward slightly, his face barely half a foot away from yours. His warm puffs of breath hit your face, his deep, rich colored eyes looking into your slightly more soft and light eyes.

It was intimidating to be so close to him, and when he let out a gruff, “I said no,” it made you shiver. The tone was nothing like you had heard before, and you then realized that the man in front of you was no longer the injured one you had seen earlier, but rather he was the General people had grown to fear. Yet, he was scared. Scared of being helped simply because it would hurt, and although it would hurt more than anything it needed cleaning.

So, you stood your ground, matching his stern, intimidating glare with your own.

"I have to," you explained, your tone tight and firm- almost like a tone, a mother would use with their child.

His jaw was clenched and it became obvious that he was hiding something. Not the fear of being hurt, but something worse.

You went to check it once more before he stopped you for the third time, a frustrated sigh left your lips. "Damnit Hux, just let me make sure it's kriffing healing!" you exclaimed, looking at him almost pleadingly.

Reluctantly, he had removed his hand from your wrist and allowed you to look at it. Your eyes scanned over the wound and instantly it became clear how much pain he was actually in. "Kriff!" you cursed. Catching his gaze once more, you held it firmly. "How long has it been infected? Was it like this when the last nurse checked you over?" you asked, teeth-gritting slightly in impatience.

Hux nodded, slumping against the wall, his eyes closing momentarily.

"How did the other nurse not notice?" you asked yourself, looking back and quickly grabbing antiseptics to treat it for now.

Hux huffed once before answering. "Because I didn't let her, and in fear she listened," he replied.

You shook your head, turning back to look out the cell bars and calling for a guard to step closer. "Call for the nurse that had been here earlier," you ordered, watching the guard walk away before you muttered. "She's going to be relieved of her position for at least three weeks.”

That had all taken place nearly a week ago. You had thankfully managed to get some antibiotics within two days from a neighboring planet, and the infection had slowly started to die. You were sure that with a little more time it would be gone.

With each minute that passed in Hux's presence, you seemed to grow even more annoyed with him than the last, just like you were right now.

It was late and you had just finished your final check-up on him. It had gone as you expected it to, agonizingly slow. His snarky comments seemed never-ending now that he wasn't in nearly as much pain as he had been in. Although you'd never admit it, some of his comments had made you hide a smile, but that was far too rare for how many comments he made.

The conversations that were shared between you were short and anything but formal, as though you had both had a silent conversation that went something like;

“I’m not going to tell you anything about the First Order.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

Hux wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t mind the time he spent with you. He didn’t necessarily like it, but it was better than staring at the cell bars all day. The few minutes you did get to spend with him we’re definitely the ones he enjoyed the most.

You shared a similar opinion. You hated the man, you hated what he did, hated what he worked for, hated what pain he’s caused, but spending the time that you did with him, you began to realize that he was different than the General you had heard about. He was rather... enjoyable.

“Why the hell am I thinking that man is enjoyable?” you questioned yourself. You were in your quarters now, having just splashed some water on your face when that last thought had flashed into your mind. “He’s anything but enjoyable,” you mumbled, drying your face with a towel. “He’s a snarky asshole if anything,” you huffed, looking at yourself in the mirror once more before you closed the light and walked to your bed.

Unceremoniously, you dropped yourself onto your back, just lying there and staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, then close your eyes and casually drifting off to sleep.

You had expected to dream of something peaceful, or maybe not dream at all, but what you did dream about was anything but what you expected. It wasn’t much of a dream, rather more like a nightmare- perhaps even worse.

It was set in an unfamiliar place, dark walls were closing you in and metal sliding doors were the only escape from the room, but they seemed to be locked. A throne was sat in the middle, a man dressed in all black with a mask that could reflect a copy of Darth Vader’s was covering the figures face.

You were surrounded by guards all dressed in red, some were even dressed like the man that sat in the throne, wearing masks of their own, similar but not exact. A window was stretched across one part of a wall that allowed the lights of the stars to shine in and reflect across the black surfaces of metal that practically covered the walls, floor, and ceiling.

A large red imperial flag was hoisted up behind the throne, and quickly you realized where you were. You didn’t know on what ship, but you knew this was the Throne Room that had been talked about among other members of the Resistance. You didn’t know much about the room itself, but slowly you began to put together what you gathered from your surroundings.

You were quickly able to deduce that the male sitting upon the throne was Ben Solo- or as he went by now Kylo Ren. The men in black standing beside him must have been the Knights of Ren that were mentioned before, and the surrounding guards were imperial officers forced to protect the room and anybody in it.

It took you a moment to realize that right now you were on your knees, no more than twenty feet away from the throne itself. Glancing to your left you noticed Hux was beside you, his hands cuffed behind his back just like your own were. His blue-green eyes were glaring up at the Kylo, blood trickling down from his forehead to his lip, and eventually onto the floor.

A moment passed, Hux’s eyes never shifting from the man dressed in black until finally he turned his head to the side and spit out the blood that had built up on his lip. Not even a second passed before he was grasped around the neck by some invisible force. Force!

Your eyes quickly snapped from Hux to Kylo, and without thinking, you yelled out in desperation. “No, stop! You’re going to kill him!” Your voice was shaking with terror, eyes wide as you nearly tried to lunge forward, as if your hands weren’t cuffed and a guard wasn’t standing right behind you.

Without even a blink of an eye, you were pushed down onto your chest by a staff, the sharp end of it stabbing into your back, but not puncturing your skin.

Kylo had let go of Hux’s throat after you had spoken, allowing the man to breathe properly after coughing a bit. With a menacing gaze, the man stood up from his throne and walked down towards you. He got down on one knee, kneeling in front of you and grasping your chin. Had you been able to see the eyes behind his mask you would have known that he was glaring deep into your soul.

Your teeth were clenched and grinding against one another, causing an awful sound, although not loud for anybody else to hear.

Kylo stood after a minute, letting out a deep sigh. “Kill her,” he nodded to you, urging the guard to finish the job.

All you had heard was the sound of a lightsaber turning on, and a sharp yell of protest coming from Hux before the blade was stabbed into your back.

You jolted awake then, a loud, painful gasp filling the room. Not a second later you had heard knocking on your door. It seemed to be urgent.

Taking a second to collect yourself, you stood up and grabbed your coat, slipping on your boots and not bothering to tie the laces before you opened the door.

A guard was stood there. “Hux seems to be in a lot of pain, he woke up rather abruptly,” they explained.

You nodded, grabbing your kit and walking towards his cell. You were let in quickly, the cell unlocked and locked by a guard so that you could quickly access the situation at hand.

Hux was grasping his shoulder, huffs and puffs of breath leaving his lips. His eyes were shut tightly, only opening as you gently placed your hand over his.

“Hux,” you whispered, trying to be as gentle as you could. “Let me see it.”

He allowed you to remove his hand, pushing the material of his dirtied uniform away from his skin. It fell limply behind him, allowing for his skin to be exposed.

You frowned. “Damnit, I thought the infection was getting better,” you muttered, realizing that rather, it had spread. You sighed after catching the side of his uniform. “Of course,” you said to yourself. Looking up at Hux, you smiled as reassuringly as you could.

“Jaster,” you called out to the guard closest to you. “Could you grab Hux a clean Resistance uniform for me?” you asked. Jester looked like he was about to protest, but you let out a frustrated puff. “His infection will never heal if he wears that dirty uniform of his,” you explained, and without a second of hesitation Jester nodded and walked off, knowing not to anger you.

You decided that just applying some more bacta gel and changing the bandages would do now until his next rounds of medicine were due. You finished and put everything away, closing the kit and waiting for Jester to return.

Suddenly a realization crossed your mind. “What’s your first name Hux?” you asked. The man in question furrowed his brows, then raised one as if in amusement before reluctantly answering.

“Armitage.”

You smiled, “Armitage,” you repeated. You chuckled, only to be stopped when you heard Jester return. You grabbed the clothes from him, walking back to Armitage and handing it to him.

“Just wear the new top so that the wound doesn’t get infected,” you explained.

For a moment Armitage looked like he was about to protest, but stopped as you yawned. He came to the conclusion that the quicker he did as you asked, the faster you’d be able to return to sleep, and for some reason, that thought mattered.

He gave a firm nod before placing on the new top carefully. It fit him snuggly, not too big and not too small. Honestly, it was just right. It highlighted his lean frame and, if you were being honest, it suited him. Of course, the outfit was not complete, the black imperial uniform pants not matching with the navy blue and browns of the Resistance color.

You smiled once more, giving him a nod before walking towards the cell door. It was unlocked for you and you stepped out, but not without saying a “good night Armie,” just because you knew it would piss him off a little.

You walked off before you heard the disgusted scoff at the nickname, but you didn’t have to hear it to know that it had happened. With a proud grin, you walked back to your room, having no idea what was expected to happen in the morning. It wasn’t going to be pleasurable, to say the least.

It’s Nice To Finally Meet You

Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Tony Stark, minor characters

Word Count: 1,420

Warnings: mostly fluff

Summary: Loki wonders where you go every Thursday evening. He finally gets the courage to ask, and he’s not disappointed.

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“I really wish you could meet them, mom. You would have like Tony, you two are practically the same person. He’s so inventive and honest; he’s the one that saved my life. There’s Steve, you two would have gotten along so well. He’s so polite and kind, he really didn’t leave chivalry behind in 1945. There’s Vision, but he’s not human. He can be a bit suffocating at times, but he’s a great listener.

“There is Wanda who has become my best friend. She’s a witch, but very courageous. Natasha can be a bit scary at first, but you would like her. She is almost as brave as you. There are Sam and Bucky, but I don’t really talk to them as much. Bucky is just way too shy, and Sam and I don’t really have anything in common.

“Thor isn’t around much, but he’s a good guy. He’s the God of thunder, and he certainly looks like one. I mean, his muscles are so big. And then there’s Loki, his adopted brother. Everyone seems to hate him, but I don’t. He was the one who destroyed New York City, remember that? But I refuse to believe it was really him that wanted that.

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I Won’t Say Anything-Pt.1/2

Warnings: TROS SPOILER, Torture, Soulmate AU Summary: You are a member of the Resistance. You’re captured by the First Order while you are waiting for information from the spy. Pairing: Armitage Hux x Female!Reader Words: 2391

Important: Sorry for the bad english and the errors. I’m an italian fan and this is the first time I write a fanfic in english.

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Part 1 of 2

You didn’t know how long you had been locked in that torture chamber. You lost track of time after the 15th electric shock. It started from the handcuffs and expanded to below the knees, firmly glued to the ground, as if all the weight of the galaxy weighed on your shoulders.

Three rounds of stormtroopers came in every day.

Your room was number 6 and, from what you heard the soldiers of the first order muttering to each other, it looked like it was an interrogation room. Not far from the idea that you were made.

How they managed to capture you again was a mystery.

You were supposed to meet with a droid for the transmission of important information but that didn’t show up.

In its place, an army surrounded you in seconds by throwing you on the ground and giving you a violent blow with the kick of their blasters at the base of the head.

You were transported on the ship inside that room, with streams of dried blood on the hair attached to the forehead and questioned incessantly. At first they were cautious, investigating whether such a person was actually aware of important information, but when you resisted they didn’t hold back.

You were certainly a member of the Resistance, and although there was no prejudice within the rebels, you thought you were the most expendable one, compared to the other fighters. You had asked Commander Leia yourself to face that dangerous and uncertain journey after a statement from the alleged spy had been received at Headquarters.

At that point, chained and exhausted, you had the conviction that there had been no spy within the Order. It had only been a trap.

For the umpteenth time, the door to the room swung open with a faint noise. A couple of stormtroopers came in, aiming their blaster rifles at you.

Looking up a little, you noticed that another person was visiting that day. General uniform and banners, red hair, pale skin and a spirited look in his green eyes. You were no doubt in the presence of the First Order general, Armitage Hux.

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