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Hey guys! This was requested by AThousandWishes1000 on Wattpad. I hope you like it! As you walked along the halls of Greenwood, your mind was set on one person. That person was the ellon you were in an arranged marriage with. Prince Thranduil of Mirkwood. The sad this was, you were in love with him, yet he hated you. Everytime you would pass him in the halls, he would look down his nose at you and scoff. Yes, this hurt you deeply. But, what could you do about it? That's the thing you couldn't because if you did he would call of the marriage on you parents would be extremely angry with you. You were stuck in an arranged marriage with someo

A/N: The Reader's Character, in other words you, is the adoptive daughter of Bruce Wayne. In this AU, all heroes whether they are from Marvel or DC exist but the focus will be on the Avengers (sounds like a big mess but I promise I'll try my best so that it isn't). Definition of Simulacrum: a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Your POV: The weather outside of the police department was horrendous. The storm seemed to wage war against the city of Gotham as a little girl with tear filled eyes sat in a chair ne

        The scene of the crime was silent but in the far distance you could hear the sirens of police cars as they rushed towards the apartment. Murders weren't uncommon in London just as they weren't uncommon anywhere else. Victorian London had been a pretty gruesome place and there had been many deaths. You would know since they talk to you all the time. You were what the mortals called a Medium. You could see and talk to those who were no longer living, by human standards, because you knew very well that life continued after death. But you in particular, you were supposed to be an urban legend. "H-he came through the window, (Name). Ther

“Mommy! Mommyyyyy!!” Astor leapt onto you without a second thought, no regard for the four-month-old teetering in your arms. You jerked backwards in an attempt to keep your balance for the sake of Elias. “Yes, sweetheart?” You managed, catching the little boy with your free arm and successfully maintaining both your Mommy’s Boys without a hint of failure. You were the Super Mom, after all. Not to mention the wife of an infamous demi-god. Surely you could handle a pair of kids. “Daddy said we were gonna go see the fireworks tonight. S’that true??” He asked in an almost interrogative voice that

:bulletred: :bulletyellow: Tony x Reader: Hooked to the Hip :bulletred: :bulletyellow: (F/n) had been gone for two weeks. Two weeks out of the country at a black site doing questionable things under Fury's direction. And Tony Stark - billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, was going crazy. Tony had never been a clingy person, quite the opposite actually, but (F/n) had surprisingly brought him to his knees. Where the genius had once been able to go for days without leaving his workshop, he had begun to creep much sooner from his lab to see what the beautiful S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent was up to. Hell, he'd even accepted a couple of missions from the ey

           Your father and Nathan came back from the meeting, and as promised, you had dinner waiting for them, and it was still pretty warm. Peter insisted on eating before them, but you convinced him otherwise, and he was waiting anxiously at the table, waiting to be fed and the look on his face was adorable. As usual, you greeted your father with a warm hug and a 'I told you so', then led him to the table.           "I am impressed that you didn't burn the place down." your father teased.           "Dad, you should know me better." you attempted to hide the bandage on your hand from the burn you received. He didn't seem to notice.  

The tower had been quiet for a large portion of the day. Each member of the Avengers seemed to find themselves occupied with one thing or another but there was one associate of the team who found himself pacing endlessly as worry and many other emotions began to fill him to the brim. This man was Loki Laufeyson. His brother Thor watched with mild amusement as his brother troubled himself over something that was incredibly simple. You see, Loki Laufeyson was the father of quite a few children. He loved him all but he had somehow convinced himself that you, the absolute love of his life and long time girlfriend, would not only hate him for hav

:bulletpurple: Thranduil x Human Reader: Bound :bulletpurple: It was deep winter and snow openly fell from a beautiful white and gray sky. In the rugged wilds past the idyllic Elven city of Rivendell, the temperature had dropped well below that of a normal December’s storm, but to the single figure that traversed the mountain paths and stood high upon a ledge overlooking the nearby valley and distant forest, the cold was unnoticeable. This being stood over the precipice without anxiety, and took in the sight of the familiar country with well-trained eyes of the deepest (e/c). And as the orbs looked upon it all, a small smile gained pur

Buzz Lightyear had faced many adversaries. He had defeated the evil emperor Zurg time and time again. He had taken down Nos-4A2 dozens of times, and he had faced many others along the way. But this enemy may have been his most powerful… "Craters!" he said, as the tiny ribbon untied. It slipped from his hands, again. "BLAST!" he said, clenching his fists. He heard a laugh behind him. He turned and saw his best pal Woody, leaning against the windowsill, and smirking, his hat down. "Geez Buzz, you really aren't good at this, are ya?" Woody asked walking up. Buzz puffed out his plastic chest. "Woody; I am the greatest hero in all of t

   You wake up and look around the room. “What is this place?” you think. Suddenly, you hear a sound. Like a human’s voice.   “It’s finally finished!” you hear the voice cry out excitedly. It sounded like a grown male’s voice. You wonder why he’s so excited. Suddenly, he calls for someone named Wall-E.   “Wall-E? Who’s that?” you wonder to yourself. Your question is soon answered when a small brown robot in the shape of a box comes into the room. On the front of him, it displays the word, “WALL-E”. “This must be him,” you infer. He looks up and waves