Remus Lupin x female reader - His Awakening (Rated M)
Just some smutty smut!! Remus can’t sleep, a night before the full Moon appears and he feels restless while you tease him so.
Warning- SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!! I MEAN IT! Sex from behind, oral, forced strong Dom!Remus, Sub!Reader, lots of semen, many semen
The first few nights before a full moon always left Remus
Lupin feeling irritated, twitchy and energetic. His sexual libido hit the roof
and shot to the sky, a mix of emotions tore through him, something he thought
he would have been used to after being a Werewolf since an early age, but his
body could never control these wild urges. The older he became, the worse the
He lay in bed, on his back with a thin sheet strewn over his
naked form. It was already a warm Summer night which enhanced his already hot
sweats and after pulling off his sleepwear, he felt the cotton bedding cling to
Remus’ eyes fixed on the ceiling and even though it were
dark, his vision begin to enhance as he picked out details of the pattern
You slept soundly, light adorable snores left you, which
Remus likened to the tiniest slumbering mouse and you whimpered gently from
your dreams. He smiled, turning his body toward you and pulled himself gently
toward your form. You wore a T Shirt and a pair of panties, and as his fingers
trailed the waist of your underwear he buried his nose into your hair, enhaling
your sweet scent. You were his favourite smell, a treat to his now feral senses
and he began to ache for you.
“Remus” you moaned gently, dreaming of him and he wondered
what images filled your mind as you slept “please” your begs were enough to
send him over the edge. Remus was suddenly jealous of the version of himself in
your dream and he worried he was fulfilling your desires far better than the
real Remus Lupin.
Tugging at your panties, he wanted to tear the fabric and
remove them from your body, without realising his strength right now he had
already completed that task with little effort so he pulled them from between
your legs and screwed the panties up in his fist, keeping a tight grip on them, before pulling them to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent from your pussy.
You let out a small gasp, and Remus felt your flesh shiver
beneath his touch. You changed position, rolling onto your back and your arms
spread above you, fingers grasping unconsciously to the top of the pillow you
lay your head on. His blue eyes scanned you, a flash of green sparked within
his gleaming orbs as his feral vision took you in, his breath heavy, rasping
with need. Remus’ fingers gripped at your hips, one hand slid between your
legs and parted your thighs which pressed together. Even asleep you teased
him so, making yourself so unavailable to him sometimes, which made him want
Your eyes flickered open at his touch, the vision of his silhouette
in the darkened room taking position between your legs as he parted your limbs
with force aroused you instantly.
“Remus” you exhaled, a flash of green from his
eyes sparked in the darkness. His breath now heavy, a slow, panting rhythm fell
from his lips and a hungry growl burned deep within his throat.
“My beautiful ____________” he grunted your name, his
fingers parting your cunt, pulling your lips aside “Why do you do this to me?”
“Do what Remus?” You asked, fingers grasping hard on the
pillows still. His free hand pushed up your T Shirt, freeing your tits, nipples
already hardened, protruding from your flesh. You gave a soft squeal as Remus
flickered his finger over your clitoris rapidly.
“Turn me on so fucking much” he burned, another animalistic growl
roared from between his lips.
Remus, usually such a docile, sometimes timid and sensible
man, who never usually believed in cursing, turned his personality before the Moon awoke the
other side of him. The wolf in him desperate to get out, waiting for the exact
cycle of the month to burst from the skin which cocooned it. You had fallen for
Remus in his natural state, the kindest, most gentle man you had ever know, but
you had to admit you enjoyed this wild side of him. Many times you had woken
with him looming over you, his thick dick throbbing, twitching to be inside
you, to feel your begging pussy and give you what you deserved.
“Hands and knees” he ordered, his voice deep and strong “Now!”
he ordered with reassurance you would do as he commanded.
With a swift whimper and nod, your pulled yourself from
around him, flipping yourself onto all fours. Remus grabbed your hair, pulling
your head back as he practically roared his command “Scream for me, tonight…”
he paused to take a breath “I want to devour you”
“Yes” you gasped with command.
Remus released your hair, and pushed your head down, into
the pillow and leant weight on you. His fingers parted your lips once more,
massaging your clit causing your hungry cunt to flood over his fingers.
It wasn’t long before he pushed his thick, hard length into
you, his weight still on your head to keep you down and he fucked you. Harder
than he had fucked you in a long time, he howled gently as he felt the surge of
pleasure run through him. Remus growled once more, bearing his teeth viciously
and snarls left him as he fucked you with vigour, his thrust became more
forceful until his dick filled you entirely.
You felt yourself close, your cunt pulsated against Remus’
cock as he pushed into you and he grabbed your hair once more. His fingers
entwined around your locks as he pulled you back up “Scream!” he roared “Scream
my name my love!” his command both forceful and desperate equally. You were
his, and only his. He needed to hear you cry his name, to know you felt the
hunger for him, and he felt for you.
“Remus” you gasped, your cunt juice trickled down your leg,
merging with his own flesh as you soaked his cock, across his balls and matting
his thick hair.
“Louder!!!” he snarled, his fuck harder than it had been,
slow, strong thrusts burst into you and he tugged your head back further,
arching your back and his teeth met the flesh of your neck. Remus held his arm
across your chest, his fingers pinched your nipple severely, rolling your flesh
between his fingertips and he sunk his teeth into your flesh gently, still
fucking you like his own possession.
“REMUS!” You cried, squealing his name. The mixture of
pleasure and pain seared through you as you cried an orgasm “REMUS!!!” you
shrieked once more, followed by a string of grunts and moans, spilling your remaining
juice across his thick cock.
Remus grabbed your waist, slicking his cock from your cunt
and hurled you onto your back. He straddled your head, pulling your mouth apart,
dragging your lips at the side with his fingers and pushed his dick into your
mouth. The meld of your tastes danced on your tongue and you struggled to see
Remus in the dark as he fucked your mouth. His hands grabbed either side of
your head as he rolled his hips into you, banging the tip of his dick into the
back of your throat. Your chokes and struggled aroused you both further, your
entire body still tingled from your orgasm and it wasn’t long before you felt
Remus throb wildly between your lips.
He grunted, panted and let out a whimper
as he spurted his white cum inside your mouth, thrusting himself deep, allowing
it to trickle down your throat “Taste me my love” he whispered, running his
fingers through your hair as he emptied everything he possessed into you as you
swallowed, marking you as his own.
If I was in charge of the Batman movie, I’d make the trailer go like this:
We see Gotham City. Dramatic music plays as the camera pans over the city. You see Wayne Manor, the Batmobile. You see Wonder Woman, Flash, Cyborg, and Superman, standing in a line as Batman walks away. Diana asks, “Have you ever had a team before?” and Bruce doesn’t respond.
Then the music changes to something sadder, nostalgic on Bruce’s face as he turns away from the JL and walks out of the room. A booming voice-over says “Ladies and Gentlemen, the Flying Graysons!”
A little boy’s voice says, “Try and catch me, you big boob!”
Ryan Potter says, “Batman needs a Robin, Bruce.”
A girl, “I missed this.”
A cheerful girl says, “Enemy of crime and people who don’t like purple.”
Another girl says, “I’d like to see youtry and stop me from being Batgirl.”
And a boy says “Tt. You’re shorter than I expected.”
Bruce says, as he is almost completely covered in shadows, “I work alone.”
There is then a montage of someone pulling on purple gloves, pushing on glasses, pulling on a cowl, blue and black fingers grabbing an eskrima stick, a yellow cape being put on, someone’s black mask over her black hair, a gun being loaded.
Then it shows the six of them standing on a roof, just a quick shot, then it goes to the title card.
BATMAN, BATGIRL AND ROBIN: THE LEGACY
then it shows Bruce in civilian clothes, pushing open a door while he’s calling someone on his phone. He freezes, and it shows Dick doing a handstand with Damian balanced on his feet while Tim and Cass are filming it. Bruce sighs.
“You know what, Selina, I’m gonna have to call you back.”
A/N: Inspired by the terrifying IT trailer I watched earlier today, that’s still seared in my brain actually. If you don’t like scary movies or clowns, don’t watch it. Learn from my mistake, we don’t all have Chris to make us feel safe. 😂
Chris walked out from the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at you; you were watching something on your iPad that you were holding at arms length and on mute. He chuckled which made you flinch as you looked up at him. “What are you doing?” He laughed when you did, walking over to join you on the bed.
“I’m watching the new IT trailer,” you told him and you heard him heave a sigh. “What?” You giggled when he shook his head at you, chuckling. “It’s on my Facebook wall and it started playing as I scrolled past it, and you know me- I’m a very curious person.”
“You’re also a very timid person when it comes to scary movies, so don’t watch it.” He instructed as he picked his book off the bedside table to read a little more before bed. “Aren’t you needy tonight?” He teased as you forced your way into his arms, resting your head against his chest; his arm wrapped around you and rested lazily against your thigh.
“I’m always needy,” you lifted your head to kiss his jawline and he smiled, pulling you closer to him as he returned his attention to his book. Truth be told, you just wanted to be closer to him while you finished watching that terrifying trailer. “That looks like a very good book, babe,” you glanced back at him, testing the waters to see how immerse he was in his reading before you continued watching the trailer.
“Mm hm,” he hummed in response and said nothing more.
You smiled as you turned back to your iPad and pressed play, you held it a distance away from you and watched the horror continue to unfold. Even on mute, you were absolutely terrified because Chris was right; you were timid when it came to scary movies which was why the two of you never watched them during movie nights. You tried hard not to flinch or react too harshly because you knew Chris would scold you, but you couldn’t help yourself when the clown pounced at the camera. You yelped and jerked away from the iPad, tearing Chris’ attention from the book and onto you.
“I told you not to watch it,” he recited almost monotonously because he’d already expected you to. “Now what?” He quizzed, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you pull away from him to put your iPad aside. “Are you going to spend the whole night asking me to check out every creak and thud?” You rolled your eyes as you took off your glasses, tucking yourself into bed; beside you, Chris tried hard not to laugh as he continued to tease you. “‘Cause I will not be doing that, especially not when I have an early morning meeting tomorrow.”
“I’m perfectly fine, Captain,” you retorted, turning your back towards him as you tried to go to sleep. “It wasn’t even that scary.” It was terrifying and you could still feel your heart pounding. “And it’s unrealistic anyway, clowns are- they’re dumb.”
“Mm hm,” Chris tried not to laugh; he knew you were terrified. “Well, since you’re not scared and you’re going to bed- I hope you don’t mind me finishing the book downstairs.” You felt the weight on the bed shift and you quickly sat up; your head snapped in his direction so quickly that it nearly gave you whiplash.
“Why can’t you just finish your book here?”
“Because you’re going to sleep and I don’t want to disturb you.” He was trying hard not to laugh as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, baby.” You huffed and laid back down, pulling the covers up to your chin. “Don’t let the clown demons get you,” he sang song as he walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights as he left.
“Hilarious!” You called and heard his laughter follow him downstairs. “It’s just a trailer, Y/N.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes. “It’s fiction. Stephen King writes fiction, it’s not real.” You heard a thud on the roof and your eyes shot open. “It’s probably just a rat, or a bird. Relax, Y/N.” You heard scuttling against the hardwood floor and you buried your head under the covers. “But you’re a writer and writers write from experience which means-” A blood curling scream escaped your throat when you felt something jump onto you; it was only Dodger, but you were too deep in your own imagination to realize that.
“Y/N?!” Chris scrambled upstairs; his rational side told him he had nothing to worry about, but like you- he caught a glimpse of the trailer and had a vivid imagination. “Fucking hell,” he cussed when he turned on the lights and saw you hugging Dodger with a sheepish look on your face. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“If you didn’t leave my side, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“If you didn’t watch the trailer, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Can you just stay here?” You asked with an adorable pout and he chuckled softly, holding out a hand. “What?” You quizzed as he walked over, taking your hand and pulling you out of bed. “Where are we going, Chris?” You asked when he tucked your arm under his, leading you out of the bedroom.
“I thought you’d like to join me while I make a round of the house and check all entry points,” he told you and you chuckled, hugging his arm tightly. “That way you’ll believe me when I say everything’s locked.” Your grip tightened around his arm when thunder crashed outside; Chris chuckled and kissed your head. “Scaredy-cat,” he mumbled into your hair.
“I am not,” you yanked your arm out of his and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Okay,” Chris held up his arms in mock surrender and walked ahead, padding down the staircase with you following behind him. Your whole body flinched when another roll of thunder roared, but it wasn’t until you heard a thud come from behind you that you rushed back to Chris side and slipped your hand in his. “Yeah,” he chuckled softly, entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re very brave.”
“Why did you let me watch that trailer?” You frowned at him then scanned your vicinity warily, flinching at another stroke of thunder. “You know how bad I am with scary movies,” you scolded and he scoffed with an amused smirk, “especially when there are clowns involved. I hate clowns, Chris. They’re so- Oh God!” You yelped, making Chris jump too. “It’s just our reflections,” you chuckled sheepishly when he frowned at you.
“I told you not to watch it, but you’re so God damn stubborn that you watched it anyway.” He pulled you along as he checked the front door. “And of course I know how much you hate clowns, you practically had an anxiety attack when that clown tried to approach you in the lobby of that hotel we stayed at in Malaysia.”
“What kind of hotel has clowns as entertainment?” You argued as you shuddered at the memory. “Nobody likes clowns, they’re creepy and they’re not even that funny.” Chris chuckled as he moved on to check the sliding doors that led out to the backyard. “There’s a reason people use clowns as serial killers and possessed demons, Chris.”
“Relax, baby,” he chuckled and squeezed your hand. “It’s just a trailer, okay? It’s fiction, you have nothing to worry about. Look, we’re checking all the entry points- there is nothing and no one that can get in here tonight.” You huffed and he chuckled again, “if you don’t trust grade-A locks, at least trust your grade-A boyfriend. I’m not going to let anyone get to you, I’m Captain America for a reason. Hm?” He poked you in the cheek and waited for you to crack a smile; it didn’t take long. “There we go,” he smiled. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”
“Let’s check the back door and go to bed,” you said and he nodded, taking lead with you slightly behind him. You bit back your smile as you watched him check the lock. It never once ceased to amaze you that he would do whatever he needed to make you feel safe, even if the reason you felt unsafe was irrational and stupid. Any other guy would’ve just told you to stop being an idiot, but not him; Chris always accommodated you and your overactive imagination, and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.
“We good?” He quizzed and you nodded, smiling. “Okay,” he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it. “Let’s go to bed.” He said, pulling you alongside him as the two of you made your way back upstairs. “Hopefully you can sleep soundly now that you know you’re safe, and now that it’s raining.” He looked to the ceiling, smiling at the soothing sounds of the rain falling against the roof. “I know how much you like sleeping to the sound of rain.”
“I do,” you smiled, hugging his arm. “And I always know I’m safe around you,” you told him and he smiled. “Like you said,” you poked his side, “you’re Captain America for a reason, right?” He chuckled and scooped you into his arms, bridal style. “Chris!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Gotta keep you close to keep you safe, right?” He winked.
“Right,” you chuckled and tenderly pressed your lips against his.
A/N: Ummm holy shit you guys. You guys are the best. I loved all the good feed back I got from part one. Honestly I wasn’t expecting to get as many notes as it did.Like literally I had a smile on my face all day because holy fuck over 250+ notes in less than a day.Also OMFG close to 100 followers? Should I do something special? Do you guys want anything??? I know its just 100, but like I am so appreciative of you guys and your love that I kinda wanna do something? All of you are so nice and I love writing for you guys! Here is part 2 my lovelies!!!!
Warnings: Fluff, possible angst, cursing
Word Count: 6.5k+
I woke up in my bed and my head was foggy. My body felt dull. I literally had to roll out of bed because my limbs were not working normally and I hit the floor with a thud.
“What was that? Are you ok?” Tony came rushing into the room.
“I’m good. I’m just on the floor contemplating my life’s decisions.” I said rolling over to where I could see him.
“What were you thinking?Having Thor send lightening through you?”
“I thought maybe……. I had super abilities that were dormant. I don’t know what I was thinking I just wanted to be special like the rest of the Avengers.”
“Y/n are my daughter you’re already more special then all of them. You already have super abilities. Look at how smart you are? Look what you can create and what you did create for Rhodey. I didn’t know you did it til I asked him about it. I don’t have super powers. I’m just smart.”
“You have a suit.”
“That I built because I’m smart.”
“So does that mean I can build a suit?”
“Hell no. You are a small child. You aren’t going to be fighting anyone and if you do, I will know about it and I will ground you.”
“Awwww you’re no fun.” I told him.
“Heyy! I am the definition of fun.”
“Come on kiddo get up Steve is going on a breakfast run.” He said helping me up.
We walked out of the room and were ambushed by the rest of the Avengers.
“Is she alright?”
“Does she need anything?”
“What does she want for breakfast?”
“Guys I’m ok really.” I told them rubbing my eyes of sleep.
“Alright you guys disperse. Y/n you should tell Steve what you want so he can go get it.”
“Honestly Steve anything you can find that’s sugary. Donuts, pastries, anything.”
Everyone started to lounge around and started to watch the T.V. I went to get some ice tea from the fridge when I heard thumps. I turned around and Peter knocked me over in a hug so we both lay flat on the floor. “Peter!”
“Sorry!” He muffled getting up a little but still hugging me.
“It wasn’t like I was going to die Peter.”
“No, but you scared me. You got struck by lightening for Thor’s sake.”
I giggled then hugged him tighter. “Don’t worry about it I’m ok.”
Time skip:About a week later.
“Pepper did you hear that?” I asked her. We stayed silent. There was another rumble.
“Y/n….. we need to move…” She whispered quietly and we both stood up from the couch.
“Mr.Stark has asked that you two move to a safer location as quickly as possible.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said rather loud and there was another rumble. Pepper and I ran out of my room and peaked into the main room. Coast was clear. We walked out and Pepper ran to grab the gun that was under the island in the kitchen and the door busted down. I froze.
It was a group of guys with big machine guns. The one in front had a buzz cut and sunglasses and lowered his machine gun to my level.
“Hello.” He said smiling.The machine gun rang off and I screamed as loud as I could and was ready to feel bullets tear through my body.
The feeling never came. I had closed my eyes and opened them only when the noise stopped. The bullets were right in front of me. As in front of my face in front of me.
“What the fuck?” The guy said and I ran grabbing Pepper from the kitchen and dragged her downstairs to where we could find a car.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” Pepper asked as we ran down the stairs and up to one of Tony’s cars.
“I don’t know. Here give me the gun.” I told her as she got into the driver’s seat.
“Do you even know how to fire one of those things?” She asked pulling out of the parking spot as those guys came downstairs firing their guns.
“Drive” I told her popping my head out of the sun roof and shot one of them in the stomach.
“WHERE DID YO-HOW DID LEARN HOW TO FIRE A GUN?” Pepper asked as she drove frantically out of the building.
“I wanted to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent remember?” I told her sitting back down in my seat and put on the seat belt. “Put your seat belt on.”
The guys from the building pulled up next to us.
“Where do you think you ladies are going?”
“FUck.” I said and pulled the lever on Pepper’s chair that made her recline backwards as I ducked. Glass shattered and fell over us and the car started to swerve.
“Trade me seats.”
“What are you doing you don’t know how to drive?!” She told me as I crawled over and she traded seats.
“Um I know now isn’t the best time to tell you, but I sometimes take the cars out in the middle of the night.” I said and floored the gas and started to weave in and out of the cars on the street.
Pepper held onto the seat as I sped up.
I looked and saw that we had lost them.
“So where do you wanna go?” I asked her.
“Are you sure we lost them?”She asked.
“Ladies, Mr. Stark has requested that each of you put these radios in your ear.” F.R.I.D.A.Y said and a compartment popped open with little ear pieces.
“Sup Dad?” I asked driving.
“Hi you guys still have bad guys on you’re tail. Pepper you need to lose them.”
“Oh I’m not driving your daughter is.”
“Who taught you how to drive?More importantly Pepper why are you letting her drive?”
“She says she takes it out during the night?”
“How? She’d have to get past me? Ok not the point those guys are still on your tail.”
“Well than why don’t you guys get them off our tail? Why are they after us anyway?”
“We don’t know.”
“You guys are amazing.” I told him. The thugs pulled up next to us again and started to bump us scratching the car. The traffic came to a complete stop and we both rear ended the cars in front of us.
“Pepper where is the gun?” I asked and she went down to grab it from the floor when the glass on my window shattered. The door opened and I was dragged out kicking and screaming. I was thrown on the ground and the thug that grabbed me was now aiming a gun at me. There was a gun shot, but it wasn’t him who fired, it was Pepper.
“Are you ok?” Pepper asked getting out of the car.
“Yea I’m ok.”
We started to jog away from our car and tried avoiding getting hit by the other people trying to leave as well. All hell was breaking loose.
We were almost at the edge of the bridge when i felt myself being lifted off the ground. I saw the ground get smaller and Pepper yelling.
My heart pounded harder as we got higher up. All of a sudden I was dropped onto concrete again.I stood on top of the Brooklyn Bridge.The air was colder up here.
“We’re up pretty high. I wouldn’t suggest looking down.” I turn around and someone with a suit similar to Iron-man’s and War Machine.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Nobody of importance.” He held up his hand and tried to blast me. I jumped and moved my arms to block my body. A force appeared in front of me shielding me. There was a searing hot pain through my hands. I held them close to my body and black marks appeared on my skin. What the hell. I heard the charge of his suit for another blast.
“Dude you and your guys have seriously pissed me off tonight.” I said running towards him and kicked his legs out from underneath him. I quickly looked for a way into the suit. He started to move and I jumped onto him. There had to be someway to get in. Even on dad’s suit there is a way to get in from the outside. He tried to fly, but I grabbed the neck of the suit and pulled him down before he got very far.
“Stop moving so I can fuck up your suit.” I told him as he started to swing at me.
My hands seared with pain again as I dodged a hit and only to be put in a choke hold.
“Now you little brat.Time to end this.” There was a crack and his body went slack behind me. I turned around and the suit laid there not moving.
“Dude are you dead or unconscious?”
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???” Rhodey asked/yelled over the radio.
“What? Are you guys ok? I’m on top of the bridge and kind need help down.”
“That big lightening strike was you?”
“Lightening? I didn’t see anything? Can one of you guys come get me please?” There was no reply. Did I really just take him out with lightening? WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? WHY ARE THERE SCORCH MARKS ON MY HANDS??? I just wanted to have a movie night with Pepper, but nooooo. Stupid ass trash can had to go and start shit. I sat down and started to look at the suit the guy was wearing again.
There was a whizzing noise and one of the guys from earlier had a jet pack on and was now in front of me.
“Y/n don’t move. One of us is coming to get you.” Tony said in the little radio in my ear. I looked around for a sign of any of the Avengers with no luck and the main thug was in front of me with his knife out and ready.
“Where are you gonna go little girl?” He asked walking towards me and I looked over the side of the bridge.
“Seriously? I just took down you’re boss and you’re threatening me? Just how stupid are you?” I asked.
“Very.” He said running towards me.
“Guys….?!” The thug tackled me. I reached out for something to grab to prevent me from falling and ended up having my arm scrape against whatever I hit. Soon we were both falling off the top of the bridge. I heard screaming and wasn’t sure if it was my own or the people on the bridge. I flipped him over so he would take full impact of landing in the water.
The cold rushed over me and stung my skin. It was so dark I couldn’t tell which way was the surface and which way was down until I felt the water pressure get heavy. Something was around my leg dragging me down. I kicked and punched until I was able to resurface.
“Fu…..ck-k.” I started to shiver. I didn’t see any of the Avengers so I started swimming to what appeared to be the closest land mass. I was swimming for a good 10 minutes before I felt myself being dragged from the water and into the air.
“Gotchya. Why didn’t you answer your radio?”
“You guys weren’t even talking. Half the time when I said something there was no reply!” I said as Peter pulled me onto the bridge with his web. He helped me over the railing on the bridge and I could barely stand normal with how cold it was.
“Come on we need to go back to the tower and get you fixed up.” He said wrapping and arm around me and I put my arms around his neck as we swung off of the bridge.
I gripped onto Peter tightly. “P-Pleas-se d-don’t dr..op me.” I closed my eyes shivering as the cold air hit my already cold body. My whole body tensed everytime Peter swung to a different building.
“Hey I won’t drop you. You’re safe.” We soon landed at the tower and Peter rushed me inside. His arm never left my body and I was stumbling over my feet. I hit the button on the elevator to where we were staying. I looked down and drops of blood were pooling at my feet. Great.
“We can get you a change of clothes and then to the medical bay a few floors down.” Peter said when the elevator door opened. He tried leading me to my room, but I pulled him to the kitchen and grabbed the medical kit. I noticed a pair of Nat’s gloves on the counter and pulled them on.
“What are you doing?” He asked looking worried and frantic.
“Just…. watch.” I told him taking my little invention out of the kit. I shook the bottle and sprayed it where I was bleeding. I winced at the pain but the blood started to clot then heal.
“Whoa. What is that?”
“L-little inv-vent..ion of m-mine.” I told him shivering “I-I need a h-hot show-wer.” I said trying to walk past him, but he wrapped his arms around me.
“You can’t switch temperatures that fast or your body will go into shock.” He told me and his body heat felt good so I hugged him tighter.
“Is she ok Peter?” I heard over the little radio.
“Yea she just needs to rest.”
“Is anyone else hurt?” I asked
“Nat got a bullet that grazed her leg and Sam probably has a broken rib now. We’re coming home.”
“If I’m not awake to do it then take the spray that’s on the island and put on Nat’s leg and in Sam’s mouth.” I told them.
“How are you feeling?” Peter asked resting his head on mine.
“Better. I’m still soaked tho.”
“Well go take a shower and get something warm on then come back out here.” He told me slowly releasing me from the hug. I was upset that his warmth left me, but I went to go take a hot shower and returned to the main room where the Avengers had reappeared and Peter had set up a movie with blankets and pillows.
“Is this the new spray you were working on?” Tony asked.
“Yea. It fixes broken bones, stops bleeding, cleans up the wound, etc. It just doesn’t do super big stuff like a broken neck or a chunk of body missing.” I told him as Nat sprayed her leg and it healed up.
“Nuh uh. Nope. I’m not spraying some mysterious in me.” Sam said holding his ribs. I walked over to him and took the spray.
“Hey Nat….” I said and she pinched his neck making him scream and I sprayed the bottle inside his mouth.
He started coughing “THAT’S NASTY!!!”
“But do you feel better?” I asked.
“Yea. Taste like someone tried to cook trash.” I giggled.
“You’re ok right? No head injuries, no anything right?” Tony asked putting his hands on my shoulders checking for any sign of injury.
“You wanna explain what happened???” He asked.
“Tomorrow? I wanna hang out with Peter…..”
He sighed. “Don’t stay up too late. You’ve had a long day and we’re going to have a long day tomorrow. We gotta keep your face out of the papers so you can keep going to school.” He said hugging me goodnight. The Avengers disperesed and I sat down in the nest Peter set up.
“Waaaaiittt I made hot chocolate. Its still in the microwave.” He stood up and I sprawled out over the couch taking up all the room.
“Ok I’m ba- hey! Move over y/n/n.” I sat up and he handed me the hot chocolate.
“So what movie are we watching? Star Wars?” I asked him.
“Possibly…..” He said with a grin on his face.
We finished our hot chocolate and we were half way through the movie when I started to feel sleepy. My legs were tangled with Peter’s and we had our arms around each other at this point. Peter started playing with my hair and it wasn’t long before I fell asleep.
I looked around and there was no one around. Where was I? I walked around in the big building. The architecture was so intricate and beautiful. I looked out the window and there was a big city. I kept wandering through the rooms and stumbled across a metal cage with an strange animal inside.
“Stay with someone at all times. You hear me? They’re waiting for you to be alone.” It was mom’s voice.
I shot up accidentally waking Peter up.
“Is everything ok?” He asked.
“Yea. I’ll be back.”
“No where are you going what’s wrong?” He asked pulling me back to his chest.
“Peter I promise I’m ok. I just got to check on something?”
“Y/n.” I looked up and saw Wanda.
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a little bit. Go back to sleep.” I said easing myself off of him. I walked over to Wanda and she took my arm and led me to the elevator.
“You woke me up.” She finally said.
“I was sleeping how did I wake you up?”
“You’re thoughts were very loud. It was like you were screaming.”
“Is that why you’re up here?” I asked her as the elevator door opened and we walked to her room.
“What was that place? In your dream?”
“I don’t know.”
“Was that your mother’s voice? The Asgardian?”
“Yes. That dream….. it was strange.”
“Do me a favor and do as it says, I mean by not being alone. Especially after last night. What happened last night with the lightening strike?”
I pulled off the gloves that I had kept on over night. The marks were still there and she gasped when she saw them.
“Does it hurt?” She asked taking my hands in hers.
“No, but when they were forming it burned like hell. No one else knows yet.”
“Maybe you should talk to Thor about it. It could be about your heritage.”
“Do you know if he’s up?”
“No, but I’m sure he wont mind if you wake him.” She said and walked with me down the hall.
“What are you doing up this early kiddo?” I turned around and hid my hands behind my back.
“I was just talking with Wanda. Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Why are you acting suspicious and hiding your hands behind your back?”
“Why are you asking so many questions?”
“Why are you avoiding my questions with questions?”
“Didn’t you know that you’re suppose to answer a question with a question?” I asked.
“Ok quit with the bullshit what’s going on?”
“We’re going to see Thor about what happened last night.” Wanda said and Tony started to walk with us, but I still kept my hands out of sight. I left the gloves in Wanda’s room.
Thor woke when we entered the room.
“Hey Thor, you know how you said being in a dangerous situation would possibly wake up dormant powers?”
“Yes Lady y/n. Is this about last night?”
“Yes and by any chance can you explain why I got searing pain in my hands as these marks showed up last night?” I asked showing him my hands. Thor stood up and walked over.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this last night?” Tony asked.
“I forgot. I was too busy being cold.”
“You’ve got your mark Lady y/n! You yielded lightening just like I can. I have much to teach you.”
“Thor I didn’t just do lightening. I was able to create shields. Each time it looked like it was a different matter.”
Thor’s brow furrowed. “Maybe you don’t have the same gifts as me, but something similar?”
“I looked back over last night’s footage from the news. I dont think it was lightening.It didn’t come from the sky. It came from her. Sparked from your body.”
“Mr.Stark. Multiple news centers are requesting a meeting about last night.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.
“I’ll see what I can do to keep last night’s events a secret. We still don’t know who those people were or how they were able to break into the tower.”
“It probably wasn’t that hard since I was able to walk in without a question when I first showed up here.” I said.
“Rhodey can handle the press and say it was a military thing or some shit like that.” Tony said.
“We will practice today with your powers and see exactly what you can do.” Thor said.
“But for now you should probably go back to sleep because Peter is starting to worry and its 2 in the morning.” Wanda said
I went back to the main room and apologized to Peter for worrying him and we went back to sleep.
Time skip: A few days.
Thor and I had trained and figured out that my powers that I had acquired were able to create things or manipulate the atoms around me per say. I could create metals out of thin air. The night on the bridge I was able to create electricity by manipulating the atoms. I practiced daily with Thor when I wasn’t at school and stayed up late into the night thinking of things that I could create and an idea about Peter came to me. Dad found me the next morning slumped over on my work desk.
“Kiddo you’re going to be late for school.” He said nudging me.
“School!” I said waking up and rushed to get ready.
Later that day
I sat next to Peter in Chem as the rest of the class entered. Ned sat on the opposite side of Peter.
“Look at all the geeks are paired up.” Flash said.
“Come on Flash you can think of a better insult than that.. or can you?” I asked as he sat down in front of us.
“Settle down class. Get to work on the lab that is written on the board.”
Ned got up and grabbed goggles, Peter got up to grab the chemicals, and I started to set up the lab and the write up. I got the equation and all the math written down. All of a sudden liquid was all over the write up.
“Oops. Mrs.Jones we have an acid spill!” Flash said smirking.
“That was on purpose Flash.” Peter said.
“No I tripped.”
“Just do another lab write up while there is still time.”Mrs.Jones said while cleaning up the mess. I did as she said and we all finished the lab. Mrs.Jones checked to make sure we had done the lab correct then told us to get rid of the chemicals in the waste bin she had at the front of the classroom then she walked away.
I took our finished lab chemicals and poured it into Flash’s backpack. Ned and Peter’s jaw dropped.
“Oh Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I was getting up and I accidentally bumped the chemicals and they just spilled…. I’m sorry here let me help you clean it up.” I said louder than necessary to get the Mrs.Jones’ attention.
“No it’s ok Y/n I’ll clean it up. This backpack has to be disposed of. It looks like everything in it got eaten up by the acid.”
“WHaT? My english essay was in there.”
“Ooo you mean the one that had to be hand-written, at least 5 pages long and double sided with correct citations for Mrs. Harp’s class? That sucks dude. I would give you mine, but she knows my handwriting from yours.” I told him.
“Just tell Mrs.Harp that acid got on to it.” Mrs.Jones said.
Flash groaned. I faked pity. The bell rang and everyone turned in their write up.
“ That was beautiful y/n. I wish I had a photo of Flash’s face when you did that.” Ned said laughing.
“HEY STARK WANNA BE!” Flash yelled coming up to us. All of a sudden I was up against the locker and Flash towered over me.
“You may have gotten a good hit in once, but that won’t happen again.” He said grabbing the collar of my jacket.
“Let her go Flash.” Peter said. Flash didn’t move.
“Come on Flash… Hit me. I dare you too. But look around at who is watching. If you start the fight I will end it with you a mess on the floor.” I told him looking him straight in the eye daring him to do it. He backed down.
“You’re not worth my time.” He said walking away and the crowd dispersed.
“You scare me sometimes.” Ned told me.
“Because he had you pinned against the locker and you looked him in the eye unwavering. It was like a movie.” I giggled.
“Well I don’t think he’ll be messing with us anymore.” I told him.
“Hey Y/n why are you always wearing those gloves now? I get its cold outside, but we’re inside.”
“She just likes to wear them.” Peter said quickly jumping in.
“Ned you’re still the guy in the chair right?”
“Y/n shhhh.” Peter said ducking his head lower.
“Nobody is gonna know what we are talking about. Plus we’re geeks remember?”
“She has a point Peter.” Ned said.
“Do you wanna come to the tower?” I asked him.
Ned’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“Yes I’m serious. You can’t play with my dad’s stuff though. However I will let you test and mess with my inventions.”
“YES! Do I get to meet the Avengers?”
“Only if you run into one of them. They most likely wont be on the floor that we are on.”
“This is so awesome.” Ned said walking ahead of us to lunch.
“You really trust Ned with that equipment?” Peter asked
“Yea and I need him there because he is going to help me with my surprise for you.” I smiled.
“What? What surprise?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now would it?”
“No, but normally surprises aren’t even mentioned they kind of just happen so now by the law of surprises you now have to tell me.” He said.
“Nope.” I told him and he grabbed my hand pleading with puppy dog eyes. “No don’t do that to me Peter. Honestly you can wait a few hours.” I told him and pulled him along to sit down next to Ned and I sat across from them.
“What’s wrong Peter?”
“Y/n told me she has a surprise for me and now won’t tell me what it is. She said you have to help her with it.”
“Y/n you know by the law of surprises he is right. Knowing that a surprise is going to happen doesn’t make it a surprise.” Ned said and Peter gave me the ‘I-told-you-so’ look. I rolled my eyes.
Happy came to pick us up and Ned was amazed.
“Why do they call you Happy?” Ned asked sitting between Peter and I. Ned kept asking questions the whole ride with Peter and I trying not to laugh.
When we arrived we went straight up to my room and dropped our backpacks down.
“SO do i get to know now?” Peter asked since it was obviously eating away at him.
“Ned you want anything to eat?”
“Y/n tell the poor man.”
“Ok ok…” I giggled “I’m in charge of adding stuff to you’re suit and making it better.”
Peter’s face lit up. “You’re joking.” He told me.
“Nope. I have a list of things that I’m writing programs for and getting put into the suit.”
“Y/n you’re the best! What are you putting in it?” He asked hugging me.
“Well I have a few things, but I was going to have the guy in the chair tell me what he thinks you need.” I said and Ned squealed.
“CAN YOU PUT LASERS IN IT?” Ned asked.
“I probably could. Come on we can go to my lab and check it out. You guys wanna order pizza?”
“ Yea F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you order 2 extra large pizzas, one half cheese and half meat lover and the other half New York style and half pepperoni.” Peter said.
“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.” I said.
“You’re welcome Ms.Stark.”
We entered the lab and both looked in amazement. None of them had been in here before. Ned walked over to my whiteboard which had my ideas for Peter’s suit.
“Y/n this is impossible. There isn’t a metal or material that is thin,bendable or strong enough to be bullet proof.” Ned said and Peter walked over to the board.
“Well Ned that would be where you are wrong. Because wherever there is a will there is a way. So…..” I pushed the whiteboard out of the way to reveal a sheet of metal I had created.
“What is this?” Peter asked going to touch it and he bent it back and forth. I took off my gloves.
“Its strange isn’t it? You think with its atomic number it would be really heavy and stiff right?”
“Y/n what happened to your hands?” Ned asked and Peter’s head whipped around to me
“You mean you made this?” he asked.
“Hello? Am I talking to a deaf person?” Ned asked.
“Ned I’m only half human. My mom came from the same place as Thor.”
“WHAT WAS IT LIKE THERE?”
“I was born here Ned. I’ve never been. These marks on my hands are from my powers no longer being dormant?”
“But you just started wearing gloves recently.”
“Yea they came out when there was a dangerous situation.”
“What dangerous situation have you been in?”
“The attack on the Brooklyn Bridge.”
“They said that was a rogue military thing.”
I laughed. “Uncle Rhodey needs to use his imagination more. No it wasn’t. We still didn’t know who those people were. Anyways did you want to check to see for yourself if this material is good enough for our boy? Choose a weapon.” I said walking over to a wall and pulling out a big shelf.
“You to Peter. You’re the one who is going to be wearing it.”
“You never told me what it’s atomic number is.” Peter said grabbing a gun that had some of the most powerful bullets ever made by man in it. Ned settled on a knife and I grabbed a grenade.
“Whoa whoa whoa… what are you doing with that?” Peter asked.
“Peter I’ve already done the grenade. I just wanna show you guys. You guys go first.”
Ned walked up to it and hit it with the knife and it shattered.
Peter fired the gun and the bullet hit then fell onto the floor.
I walked over and made a little basket with the metal leaving a small hole to quickly put the grenade in. “You guys can get behind the desk if you’re worried.” They both went behind the desk and watched carefully. I pulled the ring, dropped it in quickly and sealed the rest of the metal. There was a boom noise, but the metal stayed in a small ball. I unwrapped it and showed them the shattered bits of grenade and the un-dented metal. They looked amazed.
“ I even had Vision see if he could do any damage to it. He was able to get a small hole….. right there.” I said pointing to what looked like a pencil mark. “So the only one who would be able to hurt Peter, theoretically, would be me. To answer your earlier question about the atomic number, it’s around 1200.”
“ Oh my-what do you mean theoretically?” Peter asked.
“Well if aliens come again I don’t know what kind of weapons they have or if it will be able to do anything to this metal.” I told him.
“I think we should be fine.” Peter said.
“Can we still add lasers to his suit?” Ned asked.
“The closest I can would be web like lasers.”
“What about snacks?”
“Ned I don’t need snacks in my suit.” Peter said.
“Yes you do. You forget to eat sometimes.” I told him and entered in a program that he could access if he wanted something to eat. “The best I can do is like some trail mix since its small enough.”
“Does his suit have night vision?”
“It does now.” I said typing in a program.
“ What about……. I can’t think of anything else.”
“What about your spray?” Peter asked.
“Yea I can put that in there. Anything else?”
“What’s the spray?”
“She invented a spray the mends broken bones and wounds.” Peter said and the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it.” I stood up and suit started to be created as I left. I grabbed my wallet and tipped the pizza girl and carried both of the pizzas back to the lab.
I opened the door with my back. “Pizzas are here. Do you guys want something to drink? We have anything and everything.”
Peter was flushed red.
“Huh? Oh um no I’ll get the soda.” Peter said walking out of the lab.
“What’s up with him?” I asked.
“You’re so smart,but so stupid.” Ned told me going for the pizza.
“What am I missing?” I asked.
“Nothing I’ll tell you later.” Ned said.
Peter came back with some drinks. We sat and ate the pizza while we watched the suit being designed in front of us.
After it was done faster than I had expected.
“Peter try it on.” I told him.
He took the suit and walked to the bathroom.
“So you going to tell me what’s up with him?”
“Y/n don’t worry about it.”
“I have to worry about it he’s one of my best friends.”
“ How do I look?” Peter said coming out of the bathroom.
“Nice dude.” Ned said and I had lost my use of words. God fucking damn.
“Y/n?” Peter asked.
“ You should do a test run.” Ned said
“Yea this suit feels alot lighter than my other one I could probably swing alot faster now.”
“GO SPIDERMAN GO!” Ned said and Peter went to go test the suit outside.
“What the hell was that?” Ned asked me as soon as Peter left.
“You know what. You just lost your speech function for a good 3 minutes and were starting at Peter with goo goo eyes.” He said acting like I was stupid.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t staring….”
“He likes you too you know.” Ned said
“Yea ok.” I said sarcastically.
“Like I said, you’re so smart, but you’re so stupid.” He told me shaking his head. “Dont you have like security footage in here? You can check what he said for yourself.”
I did later that night. :)
I should’ve stayed in bed. I felt terrible in the morning and I should’ve taken that as a sign to stay in bed and not go to school. There were quizzes in every class I had that day and at lunch when I thought I would find relieve for an hour by talking with my best friends I was bitterly disappointed. Ned had to make up a lab and some girl was sitting with Peter. I wouldn’t normally have let this bother me, until she leaned over and kissed him. I started to think about what I had heard him say the night before on the footage and decided Ned was wrong and he only said those things because he was grateful for the suit and it didn’t mean anything.
On top of that Flash had sent someone after me after school. I don’t know how they found out all the information they had on me, but it did not end well. I came home with a busted lip and knuckles to match.
When Peter asked what was wrong I didn’t really tell him what was bothering me, but instead told him I was just going to the roof and wanted to be left alone.
And so I went to the roof alone.
“Hey guys where is Y/n? I haven’t seen her in a few hours. Did she come back from school Peter?”
“Yea Happy drove us both here. She was a little upset from school and told me she needed to cool off and that she would be on the roof.”
“Why would she be upset from school?” I asked.
“ I wasn’t there when it happened, but Ned told me someone went off on her talking about her mom and stuff. He wouldn’t tell me any details, but he said it was a pretty big fight.”
“I’ll go check on her.” I went to the roof and she wasn’t there.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Y/n’s location?” I asked.
“That can not be determined Mr.Stark.”
“What do you mean can’t be determined?” I asked and my heart started to beat a little faster. I didn’t lose my daughter. That’s not possible.
I walked around on the roof to look for some kind of sign of her being up here. I rounded the corner from the little greenhouse she built up here.
My heart dropped.
OOOOOOOOO I think that’s a good place to leave the story for now ;)
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Warning: Suicide in general, angst, swearing, mentions of mmuuurrddeerr
Clutching onto your armored legs, you watched Gotham from afar. Your chin rested on your knees, aching from the knee pads digging into your skin. You were sure that your lip was still bleeding from biting at the chapped sections, but you couldn’t care. He was gone, he left you alone in this unforgiving world. You finally understood how the world worked, giving you something to love and hold on to until it’s torn away from you. Bruce was gone, heading to some event to deal with the man that killed him. Thinking of his name made you want to puke. Bruce wasn’t going to kill him, you knew that, and then he was going to be sent to Arkham. He would escape again, kill again, and be captured again. It was a deadly game of cat and mouse you had involved yourself in, and death is the penalty for losing.
“Have fun.” Y/N said. I smiled down at her. Her hand came up and pushed my hair away from my eyes. She stood on her tiptoes and place a gentle kiss on my cheek. My eyes went wide and I felt my face heat up. “Text me when you’re on your way back.” I barely heard her speak due to my head feeling like it was spinning.
“S-Sure. I’ll see you later, Y/N.“ I stuttered and scrambled out of the door. Heart racing, I leaned against the wall to calm myself. Get it together, Parker. I thought to myself.
“Yes, she loves you.” He says rolling his eyes. “Well she likes me more than you.” He says smirking, “I mean look at you. You’re an assassin.” “And you’re a riddling freak.” “No one can love the loveless.” “And no one wants to love somebody who killed their last lover.” He shows a quick grin then continues to straight face him. “Well I, unlike you, know how to find my way into a girl's’ heart.” Nygma says smirking. Zsasz raises his eyebrow, “You? I highly doubt that.” He says, almost laughing, “Yes, of course. Nygma the love expert.” “Are you guys still fighting over my cousin?” A female voice says. They turn around, finding Tabitha in the doorway, “You realize she doesn’t like, let alone, know either one of you. I highly even doubt that she even knows you exist.” “Ha. Ha. Ha.” Edward says, “Very funny Tabitha.” “How about we place a wager then?” She says, smirking., “Who ever she notices first this week wins. And if she notices neither one of you at all. I win.” “This should be easy.” Edward says, “If all we have to do is get her to notice us. How-” “What’s on the line?” Zsasz asks, “What are we betting here.” “Simple.” Tabitha says as she pulls out a folder.
She sighed. “I’ve been the cause of seventeen akumas.”
“Even you,” she whispered.
“Me? But that was…” He trailed off and his eyes widened. “Chloe?!”
“Shhh! Secret identity, remember?”
Nathaniel began to pace the rooftop. “All this time? All this freaking time you’ve been freaking Chloe Bourgeois?!”
Queen Bee blinked against the tears threatening to fall. She would not cry in front of this loser.
He stopped his pacing to glare at her. “You could’ve been killed in the fight last weekend! I watched you fall ten stories!”
She blinked. “I can fly,” she responded dumbly.
“It was still scary!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “It was scary enough seeing it happen to a hero. To know that it was you…” He shook his head. “How did this happen? Was it not enough to fall for the stuck-up rich girl? She has to be a superhero who fights scary monsters too?!” He looked up to the sky. “Did I piss someone off or something? I’m a pretty easy-going guy. I try to stay out of trouble. I–”
“Who in the world are you talking to?”
“The powers that be, apparently. There has to be some explanation for all this,” he sighed, flopping down in a worn lawn chair.
“Did you say you fell for me?”
“I don’t think so.”
Queen Bee dropped off the ledge. “Kurtzberg, do you like me?”
His cheeks flamed red. “Are you going to make fun of me now?”
“Why me?” She asked, ignoring his question.
He shrugged. “Sometimes you can’t explain these things. It’s just how I feel.”
“I’m a bad person.”
“You’re a flawed person, just like me. I think you’re trying to change though. I can see it.” He reached out for her hand, tentatively taking it in his. “You’re a good hero, Chloe. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“I think I’m going to kiss you now, Red.”
Nathaniel blinked wide eyes. “Okay.”
She leaned forward, placing her hands on the arms of the chair, and pressed her lips to his. He sighed against her mouth as she pulled away.
“Yeah,” he said dreamily, “you’re definitely a good hero.”
I am also an atheist and I understand how easy it is to blame religions for so many things, but at the end of the day, I think I owe it to those who are religious to respect their beliefs and not to disrespect what they genuinely believe is the truth. I can't tell you to stop being anti-islam, that would be unrealistic, but I can ask you to at least educate yourself on the religion before you decide to hate upon it based off what the media tells you, or based off of what it's abusers say (2)
1) Okay, so I first just want to thank you for being respectful, and not jumping to insults. It’s rare these days.
2) I’ve realized that I never really talk about Islam, and just kind of reblog stuff about it and make fun of it. But to be fair, I make fun of all religions.
3) May I ask what post it was exactly? I understand how it can be taken as “anti-Islam” so I just want to make it clear how I feel about Islam first. I DO NOT hate all Muslims. Those who actually follow it peacefully (moderates) deserve respect, and I will not hate nor judge them. However, this doesn’t mean I have to respect their religion and what is stands for.
5) “… we cannot blame an entire religion for the doings of those who use it to give a meaning to their actions.”
No, but too many Muslims are using it the wrong way. This is a problem. Are the moderate Muslims speaking out against the ones who use the Qu’ran the “wrong” way?
6) You also said that they aren’t real Muslims and don’t understand the true meaning of Islam. But what is the true meaning of Islam? The Qu’ran is very violent, how are they supposed to follow the Qu’ran and still be peaceful?
Versus against non-Muslims:
Quran (3:56) - “As to those who reject faith, I will punish them with terrible agony in this world and in the Hereafter, nor will they have anyone to help.”
Quran (4:104) - “And be not weak hearted in pursuit of the enemy; if you suffer pain, then surely they (too) suffer pain as you suffer pain…”
Quran (8:12) - “I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve. Therefore strike off their heads and strike off every fingertip of them.”
Quran (9:123) - “O you who believe! fight those of the unbelievers who are near to you and let them find in you hardness.”
Quran (17:16) - “And when We wish to destroy a town, We send Our commandment to the people of it who lead easy lives, but they transgress therein; thus the word proves true against it, so We destroy it with utter destruction.”
Quran (66:9) - “O Prophet! Strive against the disbelievers and the hypocrites, and be stern with them. Hell will be their home, a hapless journey’s end.”
Sahih Bukhari (11:626)- [Muhammad said:] “I decided to order a man to lead the prayer and then take a flame to burn all those, who had not left their houses for the prayer, burning them alive inside their homes.”
Quran (7:80-84) - “…For ye practice your lusts on men in preference to women: ye are indeed a people transgressing beyond bounds…. And we rained down on them a shower (of brimstone)”(executed for your sexuality)
Quran (26:165-166) - “Of all the creatures in the world, will ye approach males, “And leave those whom Allah has created for you to be your mates? Nay, ye are a people transgressing” (apparently, Allah is offended by homosexuality, because he had intended for women to be used by men, not for men to be used by other men)
Quran (4:16) - “If two men among you are guilty of lewdness, punish them both. If they repent and amend, Leave them alone”(apparently, you have to repent from being a homosexual)
Quran (76:19) bluntly states, “And immortal boys will circulate among them, when you see them you will count them as scattered pearls.” Technically, the mere presence of boys doesn’t necessarily mean sex, however it is strongly implied from the particular emphasis on the effeminacy, handsomeness and “freshness” of the boys. The female virgins of paradise are also compared to pearls (56:23). (another contradictory)
Abu Dawud (4448) - “If a man who is not married is seized committing sodomy, he will be stoned to death.” (Note the implicit approval of sodomizing one’s wife. Just more homophobia, more sexism…)
Sahih Bukhari (72:774) - “The Prophet cursed effeminate men (those men who are in the similitude (assume the manners of women) and those women who assume the manners of men, and he said, ‘Turn them out of your houses.’ (intolerant gender roles)
Versus about (or should I say against?) Women’s Rights:
Quran (4:11) - (Inheritance) "The male shall have the equal of the portion of two females”
Quran (2:282) - (Court testimony) “And call to witness, from among your men, two witnesses. And if two men be not found then a man and two women.” (Muslim apologists offer creative explanations to explain why Allah felt that a man’s testimony in court should be valued twice as highly as a woman’s, but studies consistently show that women are actually less likely to tell lies than men, meaning that they make more reliable witnesses. Just plain misogyny, no justifying that)
Quran (5:6) - “And if ye are unclean, purify yourselves. And if ye are sick or on a journey, or one of you cometh from the closet, or ye have had contact with women, and ye find not water, then go to clean, high ground and rub your faces and your hands with some of it” (Men are to rub dirt on their hands, if there is no water to purify them, following casual contact with a woman, such as shaking hands).
Quran (2:223) - “Your wives are as a tilth unto you; so approach your tilth when or how ye will…” (A man has dominion over his wives’ bodies as he does his land).
Quran (4:3) - (Wife-to-husband ratio) “Marry women of your choice, Two or three or four” (Inequality by numbers).
Quran (4:24) and Quran (33:50)- A man is permitted to take women as sex slaves outside of marriage. Note that the verse distinguishes wives from captives (those whom they right hand possesses) (what a feminist religion).
Sahih Bukhari (6:301) - “[Muhammad] said, ‘Is not the evidence of two women equal to the witness of one man?’ They replied in the affirmative. He said, 'This is the deficiency in her intelligence.’”(more misogyny)
Sahih Bukhari (6:301) - continued - “[Muhammad said] 'Isn’t it true that a woman can neither pray nor fast during her menses?’ The women replied in the affirmative. He said, 'This is the deficiency in her religion.’” (Allah has made women deficient in the practice of their religion as well, by giving them menstrual cycles).
Sahih Bukhari (2:28) & Sahih Bukhari (54:464) - Women comprise the majority of Hell’s occupants. This is important because the only women in heaven mentioned explicitly by Muhammad are the virgins who serve the sexual desires of men. (A weak Hadith, Kanz al-`ummal, 22:10, even suggests that 99% of women go to Hell).
Sahih Bukhari (62:81) - “The Prophet said: ”'The stipulations most entitled to be abided by are those with which you are given the right to enjoy the (women’s) private parts (i.e. the stipulations of the marriage contract).’“ In other words, the most important thing a woman brings to marriage is between her legs.
Sahih Bukhari (62:58) - A woman presents herself in marriage to Muhammad, but he does not find her attractive, so he "donates” her on the spot to another man.
If the Qu’ran is not meant to be taken literally, then how are we supposed to interpret it? (I know some verses pertain to war, but that’s hardly peaceful isn’t it?). I am also aware of the fact that there are tolerant, peaceful, and loving versus in the Qu’ran, but the aforementioned versus contradict these good versus, right?
“… before you decide to hate upon it based off what the media tells you, or based off of what it’s abusers say.” You’re right, no one should listen to what the media says, but I’ve listened to what actual Muslims had to say.
“Sharia Law tells you how inheritance with men and women is different. And it doesn’t really make sense why a daughter would get less inheritance as a son… it’s very clear that it’s not an egalitarian religion.” (2:51)
“… You have every right to believe [Islam], in the privacy of your own home. I have a problem when those beliefs start harming other people, when they start harming women, when they start harming children…” (3:47)
“… Because it is so difficult to leave [Islam], I think it is really important to have those support and community networks.” (4:10)
“Criticism of Islam can be construed to be ‘hate speech’ some people believe that. I don’t.” (4:33)
“I think anti-Muslim bigotry which is bigotry against Muslim as a people and criticism of Islam are two very different concepts. And it’s very important that we hold them apart as much as possible, so that our dialogue can be constructive.” (4:38)
Interviewer: “Is ISIS you think about the religion of Islam, or do you think ISIS is about something else?
Muhammad: “Um, it’s a bit of both… but what they’re doing, the way they are governing, is very very Islamic. If you read early Islamic texts, that’s exactly the way the governments were formed, and they’d operate. Um, there are a few discrepancies here and there, but for the vast majority, it is following Islamic scripture.” (1:10 - 1:45)
He also mentions that the root of violence in Islam comes from the Old Testament where violence was normal. So that justifies it, right? No. They are still following the Qu’ran violently, whereas other religions just ignore it. Which is hypocritical, yes, but they aren’t harming people.
9) I think since we’re both atheists, neither of us should pretend to know everything about Islam. We should listen to the ones who have actually experienced it.
I also want to stress the fact that I don’t care what Muslims did in the past, I care about what they are doing now.
I also know that Sharia Law is different everywhere, there are different types of Islam, and some countries are worse than others, but I still find it funny how they are called the Religion of Peace, when they fought so many wars back then (and are still violent).
10) Once again, I have no issue with moderate Muslims. I have an issue with what their religion is causing other people to do. So when I make fun of Islam, I’m not really talking about the peaceful ones. I know they exist, and I respect them as people. I don’t (and never will) however, respect their religion and/or what it stands for. As an atheist, I will always be anti-religion. Not anti-human.
Sorry if I ruined your prompt, Prompt; Can I get damianwayne x reader prompt “I never realized that you’re so beautiful” , “Oh yeah, well I never realized that you’re stupi- wait what?”
You paced around your room, biting your nails nervously. Your little brother, Alex, was kidnapped by god-knows-who. Gosh, he was just an innocent little kid, why would someone do that? You were truly panicking, heart thumping in your rib cage as if begging to be released from its prison, out of your body. Your hands trembling as you gripped the, now, crumpled paper in your fist.
IHAVELITTLEALEX. IFYOUWANTHIMBACK, COME.
BEMINE, LITTLEPRINCESS. YOUKNOWWHERETOLOOK.
You shuddered in disgust, you had no choice but to call for help. But, who? The GCPD? No, they would end up knowing your identity except if you went there with no suit, just you, the regular you. Your friends? They would die before you were able to save your brother.
You knew his identity as Robin and you found out in not much of a good way either. You were fighting him and accidentally hit his face until his mask flew off his face, to make it fair you also show your face.
He wasn’t exactly your friend, he wasn’t your enemy either. Just a neutral relationship between you two. Helped each other when in need, exchanging information about some looneys even went as far as betraying each other when desperate. Though, you were the one who mostly did the betraying.
Now you needed him, you really do. Your brother was the only family you had left. Nodding to yourself, you finally made a move and change into your suit, gearing up more than ever before went out to the roof of Gotham Academy.
You shot a flare from there and waited for him to come. You knew very well how stupid it was to use a flare but it was the only way to tell him that you neededhis help, he was the one who suggested it.
You didn’t have to wait for long since he came almost a minute after you shot the flare, he landed in front of you.
You exhaled sharply, hating this side of him. “Yes, I am.”
“After giving me up to Joker’s henchmen, you seek my help?” He cocked his eyebrow under the domino mask he was wearing, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.
“I helped you after that!”
“I could have died!” Damian snapped, his fists clenching.
You bit your lip, you were guilty about that. You really were. “I’m sorry about it, I really do.
Unknown to you, Damian rolled his emerald eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. You could tell he was glaring at you behind his lenses, he was mad and disappointed.
You walked over until he was in your arms reach, "please, Robin, you have to help me.” You whispered, eyes glancing to the cemented roof.
“Why should I?”
“It’s my brother, he got kidnapped.”
“Please, he is the only family I got left.” Your plea was accompanied by the tears that brimming in your eyes after you took off your mask that had covered your face as you lifted up your gaze to him, “If something happens to him, I don’t know what to do.”
You heard him breathing out a heavy sigh, you could see white air forming in front of his lips as he did so. Damian gave in and gave you a slight nod in agreement.
Your face lit up, even though it was dark, he could see how your eyes brightened while the corners of your lips tugging up as you smiled genuinely with the moonlight as the only source of light.
“Ineverrealizedyou’resobeautiful.” He found himself whispering bluntly, mostly to himself with his emerald lenses covered eyes bore at you.
“Oh yeah? Well, I never realized that you’re stupi– wait, what?” Damian’s little mumbling was too quiet, you barely caught it but it doesn’t mean that you didn’t hear it so it wasn’t your fault that you were slow to catch his words.
Damian didn’t answer and started to jump off the room after exclaiming a, ‘let’s go, we need to hurry.’
“Robin! Wait! You have to explain it when this is over! You hear me?!”