College AU
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Getting into College is difficult. Add in the fact it's the most prestigious hero academy in the whole world and you've got yourself quite the journey ahead. You weren't magical or super badass, you weren't a god nor a super genius. B...
"Good boy!" You toss a slab of meat to Crowley who jumps and catches it, letting the books on his back scatter.
"Y/n?"
"Are you blind or ignorant? There is a sign on my door saying do not disturb," you glare at the trickster who froze at the hostility.
"I just wanted to see if you were alright? I mean you nearly died-"
"But I didn't, I survived and got back without needing you guys... obviously I'm not important enough as I'm deemed a lost cause," you air quote Fury's words.
"Lost cause to the staff, Y/n, I didn't stop looking!" Loki snapped his head to the hellhound and gave a challenging glare. "We all went looking for you! We went all over that damn near impossible to navigate terrain trying to find you!"
"And yet I got back fine! Found my way as you searched lazily," stuffing your notes into a bag for tomorrow, Loki walks forward making you grab your heart blades and raise them to his neck. "Don't,"
"You don't scare me, I know you're in pain and pushing people away won't help, Y/n," he shoots back.
"I should scare you, I've grown, I've realised the hardship of this world and will not be belittled by deities who think themselves higher than me," retracting the blade, you lift it and cut his cheek before pushing him out and slamming the door in his face.
Loki grabbed his stinging cheek and felt the blood coat his fingers lightly. He rubbed it away with his sleeve before leaning his head against the door. A shaky breath left his lips, knowing exactly what type of coping mechanism you were going through.
He used the same when he found is heritage. And this mechanism? It didn't help, not one bit.
Slumping down against the door you let your head lean back as Crowley carefully walked forward before curling next to you. His snout raised as he licked away the tears you didn't feel leave your eyes.
"Gross," you chuckle and push him away as he lifted your arm to cuddle closer. "Excited to get to class?"
He barks twice before nudging you up and to bed.
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"Welcome back, Miss L/n," Professor Rocket greets you before taking out a gun and pointing it to Crowley.
"Emotional support animal, Professor, may I do the test?"
Rocket narrows his eyes before putting down the weapon and showing you to the room you'd be doing the test.
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Crowley strut beside you, snarling at any student that passed. His sleek black fur and glowing eyes were enough to scare off people but when someone came too close his paws would set fire causing the ground to char below.
Peter Quill was holding a party on his floor and it didn't seem that bad considering you've had a taste of his music when he blasted it in class by accident.
Going shopping with Crow in the mall nearby was quite the show, the fear everyone had made you chuckle lightly.
Fitting on your fishnets and the leg garter, you slip a knife into the sheath and smack on some maroon lipstick. A heart under the eye and leather jacket slipped on, you throw Crow another slab of meat in his bowl.
"Be a good boy," He barks twice, jumps on his beanbag and watches the Tv you left on. Leaving your dorm, you walk right into the group who got back from dinner. Apparently in your absence they got quite close, opting for dinner every Friday like tonight.
"Y/n," Nat widens her eyes. "What are you wearing?"
"Clothes," You snarl and walk by.
"You never wear things like that," Wanda mumbles.
"Yes, well, it seems nearly dying opens a new gateway to fashion," bowing mockingly you strut by as they watch you slam the door behind you.
"Is she going to Quill's party?"
"Looks like it... Wanna go?" Tony looks to the rest who shrugs.
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Music pounded against the walls as students moved out the way for you. Grabbing a bottle of vodka you line up shots and take one only for your second to be snatched out of your grasp.
"Y/n L/n," a voice greets. You look up to see none other than the cloak wearing wizard.
"Stephen Strange," you smile softly as he lets your shot seep down his throat. "That was mine,"
"Whoops," he shrugs.
"Didn't take you for the partying type," you lean across the island table, moving closer to him.
"Didn't take you for the fishnet type,"
"Does it look bad?" You smirk as he walks around the table and takes a look.
"Quite the opposite, sweetheart," his hands trail around your waist making a shiver pass through you. "Though I doubt the knife was a fashion choice,"
"Could be a bedroom choice," grinning at his lustful gaze. He pulls you closer and flushes you against his chest causing you to suck in a flustered breath, your heart racing.
"Where did that confidence go?" snapping back into reality you smile softly before running your hand through his hair and tugging.
"Never left,"
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