A/N: WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS!!! Satan Sunday is here!! This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this! I love you all so much!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!
You were the youngest angel out of you, Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel, and Balthazar. Being the little sister was tough. You wanted to make your brothers proud, but Lucifer was the hardest to please. He was the brother you loved the most; he was the one you craved approval from the most. As time went on, approval from your other brothers didn’t cut it. All you wanted to do was prove to Lucifer that you had potential.
Crowley took over hell, which upset your oldest brother Lucifer. Your first order of business was taking hell back from Crowley. Which meant Crowley had to go. You wouldn’t torture him like Lucifer did. You had another idea that would torture Crowley just as much. He was to be demoted back to a crossroad demon. It would keep him away from hell most of the time. He would still have to report to you.
My first Vision x Reader! If I’m being honest, I always forget to include Vision in my fics which is an absolute crime. He’s just marvellous. So, seeing that this request had no specific Avengers tied to it, the executive decision was made to turn it into a Vision fic. Nothing too detailed but some fluffy conversation and mutual attraction. The good stuff. Request was made by @carleyynicole and I hope you all enjoy it!
Maybe you could do something like that with the Avengers, where reader reunited with her fellow avengers a few years after she is stranded on an island after AOU? Thx lol
“Brain and Brawn”
The jet juddered and shook as it lowered towards the ground.
Steve was strapped in but still his grip on the seat next to him tightened. He
shut his eyes and tried to focus on staying calm but he could only hear her
“Guys, I’ve got a
“(Y/n), this is Barton. What’s up?”
“It’s not that simple, Clint.”
Steve shook his head and opened his eyes. Ultron had long
been defeated but there was still deep-seated resentment within the group for
the losses he had caused. Wanda had remained at the new Avengers base where she
could mourn her brother in peace, but Steve was packed into a quinjet with
Clint, Natasha, Tony, and the Vision.
“Send us your
co-ordinates, we’ll come get you.” Clint said, turning the jet around as fast
as he could manage. Steve felt his stomach lurch as it turned.
“I’m trying but the machine’s fried. Everything’s gone haywire all of a sudden.”
Sam had been gone four days in the icy tundra of Montana. A wendigo had brought him there and a stomach bug had kept you imprisoned in the bunker. But in a moment of wifi capabilities, Sam had been able to Skype you. You were ever so thankful for technology in the boonies. Seeing his face was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
“I don’t know how much longer this wifi will hold up, but I wanted to say hey,” he said. He looked absolutely adorable in his beanie and with his nose and cheeks pink from the chilly air.
“Oh thank god you called. I’m dying over here,” you said.
Sam chuckled. “You’re dying, huh?”
“It’s not funny, Winchester. I was sick for two days straight and now I’m stuck here with nothing to do.”
“We’ll be done soon. We just have to locate this damn thing. It’s really good at hiding.”
“Ugh, doesn’t it know I need my boyfriend here, like, yesterday?”
“No, I don’t think it knows that, Y/N, but I’ll be sure to tell him when we find it.”
You and Sam laughed over the phone, the signal cutting out just barely.
“Hey, I think Dean’s calling for me. I’ll call you in the morning, ok? We should be done and on our way home by then.”
You sighed, ready for him to just be home already. “Ok, but when you walk through that door, you better have that beanie on.”
“Yeah. I love it. You should wear them more often.”
Sam chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do. Glad you’re feeling better, baby. I’ll see you soon.”
You blew him a kiss through the screen and said your goodbyes, missing him already. But if there was one good thing that came out of his trip to Montana, it was that beanie.