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Black and White (Moriarty x Reader)The day you had first met Richard Brook had not been a strange one. You had gone to the park as per usual while your flatmate was at her work. It wasn't a terribly crowded place; often, you could find an isolated spot beneath an old oak tree that provided you with a gracious view of the small lake in the center. It was here you would often do the brute of your work, the sounds of songbirds' melodies, yapping dogs, and the playful cries of young children pleasant towards your ears.Black and White (Moriarty x Reader) by CanidSerpent
Unbeknownst to you, he had seen you many a time before. He had found you an interesting creature to observe. He could sense that though you considered yourself no different than the multitude of other people around you, you were. You were not privy to the same false priorities that others were, and you were not as selfish or boastful as others.
He thought you would make a wonderful playmate for him. With all your tenerity and sense of goodwill, such a contrast to his own amorality and discontent with t
My Baby Clint x Reader It was just another average day at the Stark tower and Tony was not eavesdropping, he merely decided to take a break from walking in front of your door and just had to rest his head on your door.My Baby Clint x Reader by Death-For-One
“Are you hungry my little Clint-y poo?” You voice was only slightly muffled by the door and Tony’s eyes widened at Clint’s tolerance of the horrible pet name. If only he could hear Clint’s responses, but the darn man talked just way to low.
“You are just too adorable, you know that right?”
Tony’s eyes rolled at the mushiness, he had come for blackmail material, since you somehow managed to seduce JARVIS into protecting your privacy.
“You are so soft too, it’s awesome.”
Tony scoffed at your blatant lie, master assassins weren’t soft. He would have to show you the real definition of soft later.
“I know you don’t like being tied to the bed, my po
Our Baby Clint x pregnant reader“Clint, we need to talk.” You declared while you bounded into Tony’s workshop. Clint foolishly turned his back to Tony; who was fiddling with a weapon of some sort.Our Baby Clint x pregnant reader by Death-For-One
“What is it?” He asked with a hint of worry as he wrapped his arms around your waist once you reached him. Tony glanced up from his tinkering only briefly, but judging by the smile on your face the news was good so he continued to ignore the both of you.
“I’m pregnant!” You squealed gleefully with a gleam in your (e/c) eyes. You pulled out of Clint’s to do a ballerina twirl.
“No way.” Clint couldn’t help but grin like a fool as he soaked in the news. Suddenly his face went slack and he collapsed onto the floor.
“Sorry.” Tony apologized as he slowly placed the small gun looking weapon back on the table. You glared at him before you crouched down and plucked the dart from the back of Clint’s neck.
“You’re carrying him to bed.