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talesofesther · 3 months
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Sylvie x Reader
Summary: Sylvie doesn't quite understand what you make her feel, or what she should do about it. All she knows is that you've brought a warmth to her life that had been long lost. So when you ask her to spend Christmas with you, how could she ever say no?
A/N: This is, or was supposed to be, a quick and sweet lil story with my favorite lady to give her the Christmas she deserves. Naturally, I got a little (a lot) carried away. I also feel like my writing turned out rather different in this, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. <3
Word count: 6k
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You were not something she expected to have. Sylvie may even go as far as saying you were not something she wanted to have. Not in the beginning, at least.
It was a normal day at work the first time she saw you. During a late afternoon, with golden rays of a setting sun seeping through the windows of McDonald's. You walked in with a backpack hanging from one shoulder and the ghost of a smile on your lips. You ordered a burger and fries accompanied by an orange juice, a combination Sylvie didn't serve too often. You thanked her with an even wider smile and sat on one of the tables closest to the window. You finished eating and didn't leave, instead, you pulled a sketchbook from your backpack and started scribbling something down. All the while that you stayed, Sylvie could feel your eyes on her from time to time.
A routine started then. You'd come by almost every day, at the same time, make the same order, sit at the same table, and pull out the same sketchbook. And it went on for weeks.
There was something about you that Sylvie couldn't put her finger on, something that stole her focus and forced her to recount the change at least twice when you were around. Your presence carried an aura of calmness, being around you was easy, and talking to you felt like breathing.
Slowly, order by order, you and Sylvie grew closer. Slowly, Sylvie started to expect your presence at the end of each day.
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Today was a Thursday, a day you usually stopped by. When the clock on the wall hit 4 PM, Sylvie found herself stealing glances at the main doors. Sometimes she'd chastise herself for the childish behavior, after all, why should she care if you stop by or not?
A cold breeze came in through the open windows. Sylvie leaned on the counter beside the cash register, looking out onto the parking lot; it was covered in a thin layer of white. The snow had slowly and thinly started falling just a few days ago, announcing the definitive arrival of winter and the ever-approaching festivities of the end of the year—as did the obnoxious Christmas decorations scattered all around the inside of the fast food place.
She had heard her colleagues here talking about it, Christmas, and from what Sylvie gathered it was a time for celebration and gifts, a time to spend with loved ones. When the matter came up in conversation, Sylvie hid in the corners, making herself look busy and distracted with anything she could think of. She didn't want to answer the casual questions of where she'd be spending her Christmas at, who she'd be spending it with. She didn't want to admit she had no one at all and would likely spend the night at a bar, alone.
The sound of the door being pushed open brought Sylvie back to reality, she looked up only to see you walking in, with your backpack on one shoulder and bundled up in a hoodie with a jacket on top to chase away the cold.
It was new to her, the fluttering in her stomach whenever she saw you and the warmth on her cheeks whenever you smiled at her. Everything was new. Sylvie didn't know what to do with the feelings you brought to her. It's not like she had many of those when jumping through apocalypses.
Your eyes met hers and your smile was instant, you adjusted your hold on your backpack as you approached the counter. Your greeting came in the form of a question; "Why is it that good things always have to hurt a little?"
Sylvie raised an eyebrow at you, an amused smile of her own fighting its way to her lips. Her fingernails tapped the counter softly. There were small flakes of snow hanging onto your hair, your clothes, glittering under the artificial lights; why did they make you look prettier still?
"The snow," You nodded toward the big windows behind you, "So beautiful yet so unforgivingly cold, isn't it?"
A low hum went past Sylvie's lips, she shrugged with a teasing smirk. "I don't know, I don't think it's that cold."
You huffed, already familiar with the statement yet baffled all the same, "That's because you're a special case I'm still trying to figure out."
She narrowed her eyes at you, her voice just a tad lower, "Good luck with that."
You avoided her eyes and nodded softly, smile lingering on your features. You leaned your elbows on the counter then, hands coming to stay just inches away from Sylvie's. She wondered what it would feel like to touch you.
Sylvie cleared her throat, promptly chasing away the thought. She grabbed her notepad and pen, her customer service voice making an appearance; "The usual?"
"Uh yeah," you sounded just a tad disappointed. As Sylvie wrote down your order, you leaned just a bit forward and closer to her, pursing your lips before saying; "So, any plans for Christmas?"
The pen in Sylvie's hand gave a sudden and rather forceful scratch, nearly tearing the paper. She halted, intently glaring at the out-of-place line that was now written on top of the word 'fries'. She held the silence for a moment longer, her jaw set tightly in place. For the first time in a long time, she hesitated. "… No."
A soft frown came to your features. You didn't ask, but the question was there.
"I'll probably just sleep in," Sylvie glanced up at you with her lips pressed together in a smile that looked a little too forced. She didn't give you time to answer. "Your order will be ready in a minute." She informed you, before turning around to fiddle with the ice cream machine she had already organized this morning.
Two minutes later, your order was ready. You mumbled a gentle 'thank you' to Sylvie before making a beeline to your usual table near the windows.
It was a little pathetic, really—you thought to yourself as you munched your burger—how quickly you became infatuated with the pretty attendant from your local McDonald's. Sylvie had captured your attention since the first day you walked in and said your order to her. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. But there was something else there, something about her eyes and the way she carried herself and interacted with others, that gave away the impression that she had lived a thousand lives, seen a thousand worlds, and now carried the weight of it.
Sylvie was, what you liked to call, an artist's utopia. The perfect muse. Everything about her was screaming to be written down in novels and painted to be hung in a museum. Her genuine smiles whenever she delivered a random order as well as the closed-off and tense ones whenever her colleagues crowded her. The prideful way she'd glance at her name plastered on the employee of the month display as well as the melancholic look in her eyes when she climbed in her truck at the end of the day. Each part of her seemed to tell a story bigger than anything you could fathom.
And that, was simply something you couldn't bring yourself to ignore. It started as a mere sketch of her serious expression on the first day you noticed her. And then you came back, once, twice. And it evolved into her being the biggest constant in your sketchbook. There were scribbles of her profile, her back, sometimes just her eyes or hands, smiles and frowns. Each piece of her as seen by your eyes, now eternal, shaped by the grey lines of your pencil.
Whatever could you do, after all? She was enchanting.
In the end, it was expected that she would become quite familiar with you, given how much you stop by. But you were pleasantly surprised to realize that you two clicked rather well. You'd go as far as calling her a friend now.
And today, you noticed the hints of sorrow that always danced in her expressive eyes making a more vivid appearance. Maybe that's the reason why you threw caution to the wind.
When you finished your meal, you picked up your backpack and promptly walked towards the counter Sylvie stood behind. Deciding that if you waited, your courage would most likely vanish.
She perked up when she noticed you coming towards her, a mix of confusion and expectancy painting her features. Her posture straightened as she reached for the notepad, expecting another order.
You cleared your throat, unable to properly meet her gaze and choosing to fiddle with the pen lying around in front of her. "You know, my family lives a few hours from here and I don't plan on driving there this year." Glancing up at Sylvie, you had to hold back a smile at the sight of her adorable frown. "So, I was thinking… Maybe, if- if you want," you held her gaze, words heavy on your tongue, "We could spend Christmas together." It came out more like a question than anything else. You bit the inside of your cheek, and waited.
Sylvie breathed in sharply, her shoulders tensing. Her eyes shifted from one side to the other, as if looking for an answer around the vicinity. For excruciatingly long seconds, she said nothing. And you were already thinking of a half-assed excuse to give her an out when she finally spoke.
"Okay." You'd never heard her voice this small. "I'd like that," she smiled then, it was a sweet, little thing, barely a stretch of lips; but it warmed your heart like nothing else could.
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The day before Christmas arrived both too soon and too late. Sylvie woke up this morning and her first thought of the day, as she still lay in bed, was you. And how she would be meeting you at McDonald's just like every day before, but today there was a break in the pattern; she would be leaving with you. Together.
Sylvie had reluctantly agreed to spend the night at your place when you insisted Christmas morning was the most special and crucial part of the holiday. Yet now, as the day finally was upon her, she began to wonder if she'd dug her own grave. Because her stomach twisted with the mere thought of it, her body felt all warm and fuzzy knowing she'd be spending so much time by your side, and her heartbeat skyrocketed knowing she'd be waking up the next morning only for you to be the first one she sees.
As Sylvie drove to work, she couldn't help but admit that this whole Christmas thing gave the town a rather pleasant look. Several decorations in bright red, golden, and green could be spotted in every corner of the town; string lights were a must in most buildings and houses; and inside each store at least one small Christmas tree was present.
While stopped at a red light, Sylvie's mind wandered to one specific aspect of the tradition. Gift giving.
Should she get you a gift? Did she want to?
She had never given or received any gifts. She wasn't sure if the two of you were close enough for it to be acceptable.
She gulped, grip tightening on the steering wheel. Her gaze roamed around the stores nearby and people walking on the snowy sidewalks. Just in case.
And a little further down the street, in a small corner beside a bakery, Sylvie spotted a retail store.
It wouldn't hurt to take a look, she decided.
The selection of items inside the store was… less than pleasing. They weren't bad in on themselves, but as Sylvie browsed the racks of hoodies and sweatpants and t-shirts, she felt that nothing seemed right. In her eyes, nothing particularly suited you and nothing was good enough.
A sigh went past Sylvie's lips as she ran a hand through her hair, messing it up more than it already was. She felt lost, out of place in her own skin. The few people around her were minding their own business, eyes fixed on the clothes they were after. Yet she couldn't help but think they were watching her.
She didn't know how to do this. Any of it. She didn't know what it was that you made her feel; she didn't know how to act around you without looking like this was her first shot at a normal life; she didn't know how to buy a damn gift for you.
Her mind started spiraling and she second-guessed her decision to ever say yes to all of this.
Sylvie was about to bolt out of the store and come up with some excuse about not being able to join you, when her eyes caught sight of a green and golden scarf. It was hung by itself and looked rather out of place amidst the t-shirts beside it.
Sylvie made a beeline for it, instantly reaching out to run her fingers through the soft fabric. It was comfortable to the touch, dark green wool woven with specks of details in gold; carefully made, not a string in the wrong place.
Carefully, Sylvie took it fully in her hands. This is it, she decided with a faint smile. This is perfect. You were always complaining about being cold, after all.
She walked up to the cashier with a newfound confidence, holding tight onto the precious scarf. "It's a gift," she stated rather proudly, "How do I do this?"
The woman behind the counter looked less than pleased to be working on Christmas Eve, she raised an unamused eyebrow at Sylvie; "You want it wrapped?"
Sylvie hesitated for a beat, and then recalled the many customers she had served who held bags themed with reindeer, Santas, and the like, all carrying wrapped gifts inside. It seemed to be the appropriate decision. "Yes."
After her detour for gift shopping, the day went about as normal as it could. Sylvie got to work barely on time, parked her truck in her usual spot, served a few customers, and watched as thin snowflakes fell from the sky. It wasn't a busy day, only a few and far in between walked in to grab a lunch, and most of them took it in a to-go bag.
When the clock hit 4 PM, however, Sylvie grew restless. She would be leaving earlier today, and you would be stopping by any minute now.
"Ah, almost time to leave," Carla, one of Sylvie's colleagues and one of the few who'd also agreed to work at this time of year, sighed from her place on the other side of the counter.
"Yep," Sylvie mumbled, her eyes fixed on the parking lot outside.
"Can't wait to not come to work tomorrow," Carla chuckled, "Gonna be spending the day with my kids." She smiled to herself and turned to look at Sylvie properly; "You got any plans, Sylvie?"
The enchantress' instinct was to deflect the question with something else, but her lips hovered and she found herself being engulfed in a foreign emotion. "Yes," she breathed, "I do." The soft smile on her lips held more sentiment than she cared to admit.
A gush of wind washed over her then, making her hair flow. She looked towards the entrance and saw you standing between the open doors. A familiar smile crinkled the sides of your eyes and you raised a gloved hand in a timid wave.
"And she just arrived," Sylvie spoke, more to herself than to her colleague, words dripping with something akin to adoration. She took off her hat, picked up her checkered trenchcoat from the back, and bid Clara goodbye before walking up to you.
"Hey," you greeted her, burying your hands in the pockets of your jacket. Voice sweet as honey and cheeks pink from the cold. "You ready to go?"
It scared her, that you could so easily strip her of her defenses. Her muscle memory sometimes urged Sylvie to hold onto the handle of a sword that wasn't there. If only to feel some sense of security.
She gulped, wriggling the ends of her sleeves between her fingers. This warmth, these colors you'd unintentionally brought to her life—she never realized how much she craved it until you came along.
Maybe she doesn't need her defenses anymore.
"Yeah."
With that, Sylvie climbed into her truck and you followed, giving her the instructions that led to your house. The drive was comfortable, the weight of your presence beside her, surprisingly, didn't throw her off; on the contrary, it felt like you belonged there—talking about the upcoming snowstorm of tonight and pointing out the blinking lights you passed by.
Your home turned out to be exactly as Sylvie expected it to be. Two trees stood tall in front of the small house made of dark wood, several string lights were hung all over the porch, and there was a Santa plushie peering through the window. The inside was all warm and homey, each nook and cranny of your house exuded comfort and peace.
You took off your jacket, haphazardly throwing it over the couch, and kicked off your shoes. "Please, make yourself at home," you gestured around with a wide smile. "I'm gonna make some hot chocolate to warm up, would you like one?"
With her heart in her mouth, after a lifetime of living in cold, apocalyptic worlds, Sylvie allowed herself to be enveloped by the warmth. The blinking lights of the Christmas tree in your living room danced over her skin; in her wildest dreams, she'd dreamt of this. Tears prickled her eyes.
A gentle touch brushed her fingers, and Sylvie held her breath. She glanced down to see your fingers hesitantly hooking around hers. You'd noticed the crumbling walls around her—Sylvie didn't mind. Your touch raised goosebumps on her skin. She held you tighter, "I'd love one."
You led her to the kitchen, talking about the bathroom at the end of the hall and the guest bedroom she'd be staying at, only letting go of her hand when you had to start preparing the two mugs of hot chocolate. "I'm glad you agreed to come here," you spoke casually, keeping your back to Sylvie as you skimmed around the kitchen. "I was- I was afraid you'd think I was weird for asking."
Sylvie chuckled, bashful eyes looking down at her hands. Her heart wanted to jump from her chest. She bit her lip, wondering if it would be too foolish to admit what it meant. "I was glad you did," she confessed quietly, both to you and herself. "I'd be alone otherwise."
Your movements halted, and after a beat of silence, you glanced at her over your shoulder. "I would too."
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Hours went by like minutes. Chocolate wraps and a half-empty bottle of wine were now discarded on your coffee table. Somewhere along the late hours of the night, you and Sylvie ended up bundled together on your couch under a blanket, sharing stories and laughing to your heart's content as if you'd known each other for years.
You'd lost count of how many embarrassing childhood memories you'd already spilled for her, all so you could hear that laugh of hers again and again. She was beautiful like that. With the warm glow of your fireplace highlighting her features, the shape of her smile, and the strands of her hair. You did your best to capture this exact image of her in your mind, so you could put it on paper later.
Sylvie lay on one side of the couch while you occupied the other, her legs were tangled with yours under the blanket. Maybe this wasn't just a mere infatuation, you mused to yourself, drinking in the spark of her eyes and the weight of her body on yours.
She leaned her head on the back of the couch, looking at you as her smile faded from a wide grin to a soft tilt of lips. She had the look of someone who just discovered something magical. You couldn't help but think you weren't too different.
Her very presence was like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. Her melodic voice was the last thing you heard before drifting off to a light slumber, dreaming of warm colors and bright eyes.
It was a ten, maybe fifteen-minute thing. One of those naps that catch you by surprise when you're engulfed in comfort.
You woke with the feeling of the couch moving beside you and then heard the sound of pages being carefully turned. The blanket still rested comfortably over your body and the fireplace still cracked with a low flame. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you came to only to be greeted with the sight of Sylvie sitting by your side, with your sketchbook in her hands.
You inhaled sharply and held the air in your lungs, bunching up the edges of your blanket in your hands. Suddenly wide awake. You could vaguely recall forgetting the book on top of the kitchen table this morning.
Her hands held the book almost reverently, delicate fingertips tracing the lines that shaped sketches of her. They were fairly endless and now that you watched as she turned the pages, you realized there were more than what you accounted for. The dark graphite on paper outlined her hair, her eyes, her lips; and Sylvie herself gazed down at the drawings with her lips parted and eyes glazed over.
You gulped, with any possible words stuck in your throat. Would she be mad? creeped out? Maybe never want to speak with you again?
You knew that she knew you were awake already, yet for long moments, Sylvie held the silence. Her lower lip twitched at each new image of her that she discovered in your book. It almost looked like she was holding her breath too.
Gripping tightly onto your book, Sylvie finally looked up at you again; "Did you… make these?" It was nothing but a breath, almost as if she was afraid of the answer.
You merely nodded, avoiding her eyes.
Sylvie breathed in, it sounded a lot like a sniffle. She pursed her lips, looking down at the book and then back at you. "Why?"
You cocked your head to the side, focusing past your thundering heart and on the soft curve of her eyebrows and the way her bright eyes reflected the orange flames of the fireplace—they glimmered, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say it was because there were tears there.
"I uh-" Your voice stumbled, and you cleared your throat to compose yourself. "You were… captivating ever since the first time I saw you. I thought that- that there was a lot of beauty and…" You bit your lip, hesitating. "And a lot of sadness, in you. And I just… wanted to capture it. I couldn't help it, I'm sorry."
A gentle smile came to Sylvie's lips, there were too many emotions swimming behind her eyes for you to put your finger on any of them. "You think I'm…" her words were quiet, private. Her fingers fiddled with one of the pages. "I'm beautiful?"
You opened your mouth to answer just as your gaze caught sight of the window that led to your porch. Outside, you could see the heavy snow falling from the sky. A soft gasp went past your lips, "The snowstorm is starting." You threw the blanket off your lap and ran to your door, haphazardly putting on your boots before yanking the door open and rushing outside.
The snowflakes clouded the dark horizon of the night, falling rapidly like summer rain and collecting on the streets in a white blanket. The lone lamposts cast a golden light on the increasing snowfall, if you pretended enough, it almost looked like specks of magic. The snow had always fascinated you. Despite the chilling cold it brought, you always waited eagerly for the first real snowfall of the year.
You stood in the open space of your yard, looking up at the sky and watching as cold stars fell upon your skin and clung to your clothes.
Slow footsteps that crunched the snow captured your attention. You turned around and saw Sylvie joining you, her eyes were wide in amazement as she watched the white flakes cascading down from the sky. She raised a hand to try and catch the snow, carefully so, as if the natural phenomenon could scare easily.
The snow kissed her pink cheeks and landed on her gently outstretched hand, it surrounded her as if it chose to fall tonight only so her eyes could witness, touching her with delicacy, all intimate and tender as some of the flakes melted on her. You were envious of their privilege. A breathless chuckle escaped Sylvie, and her gaze turned to you. There was a near child-like excitement glinting in her pupils and it was enchanting.
You watched as the faded light of the street lamps outlined her body, as the snowflakes clung to her eyelashes and brought a smile to her lips. The world around you blurred at the edges; there was only her and the snow. "Beautiful," you simply breathed, not an ounce of doubt in your words.
Sylvie blinked multiple times, her smile fading yet the shine in her eyes increasing tenfold. The air was suddenly charged with electricity, warm under the cold weather. Sylvie's lips parted, and you thought you saw her glancing down at your lips.
You chanced a step closer, and then another, running your tongue over your bottom lip. One of your hands brushed hers, while the other came up to tuck strands of blonde hair behind her ear.
Sylvie gripped your hand as soon as she felt your touch, as if you could disappear with the snow at any second.
"More than beautiful." The increasing wind nearly carried your voice away. You traced the outline of Sylvie's jaw with your thumb, the same one you'd traced with your pencil countless times before. "I don't think I could ever tire of drawing you."
There was no time for you to react before Sylvie took hold of your cheeks with both hands and pulled you in. Her lips crashed with yours with an unexpected delicacy. She came closer until her bare feet stood between your boots and her chest was flush with yours, as if no amount of closeness was close enough.
Her kiss was tentative and almost shy in a way, the softest lips moving in tandem with yours like they belonged together. You gripped her waist, onto the fabric of her plaid pajama shirt that you thought looked oh so adorable on her as soon as you saw her change into it.
With your eyes closed, all you could feel were Sylvie's warm touch and gasps that you kissed away, a striking contrast to the cold snowflakes falling onto your skin and melting between each stolen kiss. You wouldn't have it any other way.
Sylvie's fingers buried in the hair at the nape of your neck, she pulled away only a fraction of a second, bumping her nose with yours to fill her lungs with only the amount of air enough to get her lips back on yours. Surrendering herself to the moment, to you.
Your fingertips sneaked beneath her shirt, gingerly brushing against the skin of her hip. Sylvie shivered under your touch. Her lips tasted like chocolate and wine, all sweet and addictive.
When she pulled away, Sylvie refused to go far. Her doe eyes were swimming in a sea of adoration, almost pleadingly so. You tugged her closer still, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. It felt like a promise, the world frozen in place to hold the moment.
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When Sylvie woke up the very next morning, she wasn't sure if it had been a dream or not. Golden rays of sunlight seeped through the window and made the snow outside shine like glitter. Sylvie touched her lips with the tip of her fingers, the memory felt almost too perfect to be real. But then again, she doubted her subconscious would ever gift her with such a blessing over the night.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sylvie glanced at the package resting on top of the bedside table. She had been extra careful for it to not be crumpled or torn, it still looked perfect.
She ran a hand through her hair and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before getting up and walking to the window. The streets, sidewalks, and yards all around were covered in a thick layer of white snow, glistening under the sun. It was Christmas morning, and Sylvie was stalling.
Apprehension and nervousness twirled in her stomach wildly, she wasn't used to this. What if you regretted it? What if she had crossed a line?
The clattering of plates coming from the kitchen pulled Sylvie out of her mind. You were already awake.
Taking in a deep breath to steady herself, Sylvie forced her feet to move. She picked up her wrapped gift, and turned the door handle.
Immediately, Sylvie was engulfed by the smell of cinnamon and chocolate, it weaved through the air like a warm hug, making her close her eyes and inhale deeply. The enchantress couldn't help but allow her nose to guide her towards the kitchen, wood boards creaking under her bare feet and stripes of sunlight coming through the windows and shining against her pajamas as she walked.
The radio was on and you were humming along with the song playing, with your back turned to her as you worked on something on top of the counter, your hips swaying softly and hair pulled up in a haphazardly done bun. The window beside you was open, allowing for the cold breeze to come in, along with the morning sun rays, bathing your kitchen in an array of warm colors.
Sylvie's heart was in her throat, she bit her lip until she nearly tasted blood. There was a sting in her eyes as she looked at you as if she'd just realized what love felt like, what life was all about.
As you turned around, with your lower lip between your teeth and focused solely on the two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands so you wouldn't spill anything, Sylvie decided that she could get used to this. Actually, she would have a very hard time ever waking up without it. Without you.
When you noticed her standing before you, holding the wrapped gift between her hands as if her life depended on it, a huge smile broke into your lips and you lit up like the Christmas tree in your living room.
"Sylvie!" You exclaimed her name as if you'd been waiting the whole morning to say it. You left both mugs on the table and didn't waste a second before rushing to her. Sylvie barely had time to move your gift away before your body collided with hers. You hugged her tightly, bunching the fabric of her shirt between your fingers. "Merry Christmas," you whispered against her skin.
A breath Sylvie didn't realize she'd been holding went past her lips as she enveloped her arms around you, burying her nose in your hair and savoring the feeling of you. "Merry Christmas."
When you pulled away, Sylvie's cheeks were dusted pink and it had nothing to do with the cold. She avoided your gaze, looking down at the package in her hands instead. Tracing the wrapping with her thumbs, she said; "Um- I bought you this…" It almost sounded like a question, as if she wasn't sure this was the right way to go about it.
"You got me a gift?"
There was a waver in your voice that made Sylvie look up at you, only to be greeted with the sight of your eyes shining with… could it be love?
Sylvie tried to mimic your smile, as much as her nerves would allow. She nodded, pushing the gift into your hands.
You took it as if it was made of gold, hugging it to your chest. "Thank you," you breathed, before leaning in to land a peck to the corner of Sylvie's lips.
The gesture brought goosebumps up and down Sylvie's spine, and she watched with bated breath as you carefully tore open the wrapping at last. Your mouth hung open as you pulled out the scarf, tones of green and golden molding between your fingertips. You felt over the fabric, with your eyes drinking in every detail of it, until you promptly hooked the scarf around your neck and nuzzled in it; "I absolutely love it!" Your eyes crinkled on the sides because of your smile.
Sylvie's heartbeat stumbled, she reached up to trace the green fabric until her fingertips found the skin of your jaw. "It suits you."
"Oh, I just remembered," you told her suddenly and took hold of her hand so you could pull her to the living room. You dragged Sylvie to stand before your Christmas tree, and under it, rested a single box wrapped in green and red paper decorated with little Santas. "It's for you," your voice was as timid as Sylvie's had been as you pointed to the lone box.
Sylvie blinked and turned to you, squeezing your hand to make sure you were real. "You got me a gift?" She couldn't remember the last time someone had gotten her anything.
You pursed your lips and nodded, almost bouncing on your stance from excitement. "Of course. Come on, open it."
A breathless chuckle went past Sylvie's lips, and she knew right then and there, on this peaceful Christmas morning beside you, that she was a goner. She crouched down and unwrapped the box, prying it open with utmost care. From inside it, she pulled a crumple of white, green, and golden fabric. Much like the scarf she had given you, it was meticulously sewn together with a soft and comfortable wool.
Her chest felt all tight and warm with an emotion she could barely contain within herself. Standing up and stretching the fabric, Sylvie realized that it was a sweater, decorated with reindeer and Christmas trees. Peering around it and to you, she could clearly see you were holding back a grin.
"We'll be matching!" You exclaimed, clasping both your hands together.
Without a second thought, Sylvie pulled the sweater over her pajama shirt, closing her arms around herself and raising her shoulder as the soft fabric enveloped her. "It's perfect." She decided.
A soft laugh went past your lips and you raised a hand to Sylvie's hair, straightening the strands she had messed up. Your fingers brushed over the soft, blonde strands, until they fell to her shoulder and then found her hand, intertwining your fingers together.
Sylvie basked in the silence of the moment, in the feeling of your skin touching hers, of the comforting weight of your presence. She closed her eyes and gripped your hand tighter, gulping back a sudden wave of tears. From a lifetime of living in worlds on the edge of destruction, she'd found her little piece of paradise, all on her own. And she'd keep it close to heart until the end of her days.
The thumb of your free hand brushed her cheek, drying a drop of wetness there. The single tear that had fallen past her defenses. Sylvie looked at you and expected to see confusion or even judgment, but she only found care and adoration.
You brought your intertwined hands to your lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles; "I made us hot chocolate, what do you say?"
Sylvie's answer came in the form of a kiss of her own, to your lips instead.
Perfect.
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oswildin · 5 months
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What if Sylvie fell in love with you, a mortal on Earth? (HEADCANNONS)
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Naturally, it would scare her. Meaning she would try to push you away, be a little short with you, pretending to be disinterested to stay distant
But when you confront her about the sudden change in behaviour, she realises that she’s only making things complicated
She’d apologise and just say she’s ‘stressed with work’, obviously not at all wanting to tell you about the life she lived before, this was her fresh start after all
Although the fear she felt about falling for you would still be present, after all, you’re a mortal and she’s seen whole realms be destroyed and die over and over
She’d be difficult to get close to at first, guarded and closed off, sure she was pleasant and chatty enough, but any questions about her past or anything deeper than surface level would be harder to discuss
Soft smiles and doe eyed looks would be very much involved
She would be awkward, not too sure how to navigate her feelings
If anyone upsets you, she instantly becomes like a feral cat and wants to hurt whoever would dare hurt you— but ultimately she would just have a ‘quiet word’ with them
Hand and arm brushes/bumps, standing a bit closer than needed when around you, eyes flickering to your lips
Giving you free milkshakes because you’re her favourite mortal
Late night talks on the hood of her truck, listening to music and star gazing
She’d let you introduce her to new foods, show her quiet places, as well as taking her to the movies - her favourites are rom coms but if anyone asks she will deny it
You’d be her best friend and her go to person, no doubt about that
Playful teasing and jabs, all affectionate and full of fondness
Sarcastic quips also, she loves when you match hers with your own
She would do whatever it took to protect you
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moonlit-imagines · 2 months
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warnings:
a/n:
requested by anonymous
A distant sound heard by Sylvie kept her from her sleep tonight, a simple whine and tussle in the room over. Every minute or so she heard it again, knowing your sleep was not a peaceful one.
Sylvie quietly exited her room, floor creaking beneath her feet before she made it to your door and turned the knob as gently as she can, a squeak from the metal made her pause in fear, then she pushed the door open and entered your nearly bare room, a new tenant in her apartment, another mysterious past she had an understanding of.
Your roommate stood beside your bed, worried she may startle you if you wake, but still entered to do some good tonight. Her hand neared the temple of your head and a flash of green traveled past your face, she could see the relic as your body relaxed and you ceased the upsetting noises you’d been making since you drifted off.
“Goodnight.”
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timelessstardust99 · 8 months
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Cuddling at the end of Time| Sylvie L. x Fem! Reader
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Characters: Loki L (Mentions)., The Reader, Mobius (Mentions), Sylvie L.
Ship: Sylvie & Reader
WARNING: None
Spoiler: Mentions of spoilers(?) for episode 6
She hadn't the faintest clue how she had gotten here. She could see the monstrous Alioth in the distance, eating anything and everything that was being Pruned here. She could feel the chilly air, her arms wrapping around herself, her TVA uniform not providing the warmth she craved.
She felt a presence that stood next to her, she didn't look to see, knowing already who it was. She scoffed. "What do you want? To gloat? Tell me that you told me so?" Were the words to tumble out of her mouth. The Goddess next to her sat down slowly, frowning. "Or, or better yet, tell me how much of a lie my life is." She continued, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. She tried to contain them, but they fell slowly down her cheeks.
"Y/N..." Sylvis spoke slowly, reaching a hand out and laying in gently on the others arm, trying to calm her. Y/N looked over at the woman in the leather armor, a blanket she had gotten from her male variant, wrapped around her shoulders. He had given Sylvie the blanket to bring over to Y/N, considering how cold she might be. After all, she wasn't a Frost Giant, therefore, she can easily get cold. "I know, none of this can be easy for you," She tried, Y/N sniffled with a scoff. "But we'll get through this, alright." She rubbed the younger woman's arm again. Y/N looked over once more, noticing how perfectly beautiful this Variant of Loki was, though that could be because he leaned more toward women than men. Mobius had sort of teased her for a while about that, not in a mean way, just in a playful friendly banter that got onto her nerves, but she loved his dorky teasing anyways. Suddenly, Y/N felt something heavy on her other shoulder, looking down, she saw it was half of the blanket. She looked up and made eye contact with the Goddess in front of her.
"What?" She questioned nonchalantly, her face burning as she turned her head away from Y/N, whose lips quirked up in a small smile. Y/N scooted closer to her side, wrapping the blanket tighter around them. Sylvie looked down at her, the feeling of her body against her causing her stomach to flip.
"Thanks, the blanket helps," she said. Sylvie smiled, glad she could do one thing right. She felt Y/N's head resting on her shoulder, she looked down to see a peaceful smile plastered onto the woman's face.
"You almost look approachable resting your eyes like that," Sylvie joked. Y/N chuckled, nudging her a bit, her arm looping around Sylvie's as she snuggled closer to her.
"Don't be an ass, Sylvie," Y/N said. Sylvie smiled, laying her head on top of the others, a happy and peaceful smile on her lips. She wished could stay like this with her, but she couldn't when the TVA's founder needed to be eliminated. If she could just destroy whoever it was, maybe she could live happily again, with Y/N at her side this time. Though, only time could tell.
Note: If anyone wants a part 2, feel free to request it. I was bored and I love Sylvie, so I wanted to make a one shot.
And Im also making a whole book on Wattpad lol
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jojolovesdogs00 · 1 year
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Asgardian Tales
Characters: Sylvie Laufeydottir, Loki, Reader
Ship: Sylvie x Reader
Chapter 1
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You were not sure how long it had been since you’d last eaten, but you knew that if you didn’t eat soon, your stomach would growl again and then you would have to make something to eat. You decided to take the subway to a local food court with a sandwich shop you liked to frequent. When the train pulled into the station, you stepped off quickly. It was already too crowded for you to wait any longer, especially when your stomach had made itself known again. You picked your way through the crowd, trying to keep your eyes on the ground so you wouldn’t fall. As you approached the counter, someone behind you grabbed your wrist tightly. You tried to pull away, but whoever they were, they were stronger than you were and they only tightened their grip. “Don’t even think about it.” They hissed quietly in your ear before yanking you towards them with such force, you stumbled over your own feet and fell onto the hard tile floor. The stranger’s body leaned on yours as they stood up, holding you against him. You squirmed around until you could look at them face to face. They were an absolute mess of tangled hair and messy clothes that looked like they had been thrown haphazardly onto them. There were dark circles under their eyes which seemed to be even darker because the light in the store wasn’t very bright and most of the light came from outside. Their lips looked stained and puffy, almost purple, and they looked exhausted. But despite all this, you were surprised to find that they had the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen. The stranger leaned in close. Your cheeks heated and you struggled to push yourself off the ground.
“Who are you? What do you want? Let me go!”. They ignored your protests, leaning closer still. Their breath smelled sweet and sickeningly bitter like alcohol. Their eyes met yours defiantly. They tilted their head slightly and then moved back to meet your gaze again. “If it isn’t Princess Loki.” Your whole world stopped. Princess? Was this guy a creep who was going to kidnap you? What did this mean?! What the hell was happening? Before you could answer however, the stranger pressed a finger against your lips to stop whatever you were about to say. Your heart began beating rapidly as you realized what he was doing. The stranger smirked slightly before pulling their hand back. “Stop it already Sylvie."
"Sylvie?" you managed to squeak out after they removed their finger from your mouth. "Who's Sylvie?". The stranger scoffed and turned away. Their voice became colder. “My mistake miss. I was looking for..." they trailed off, seeming to think. “my sister."
"So you just randomly decided to grab me?”. Their eyes widened. "I apologise again miss. She is hiding as another woman and I thought you were her.”
"I'm sure I'd remember if I was a princess." you snarled before pushing yourself off the ground. Your stomach growled again at your sudden movement but you were more concerned with the crowd around you.
"What did you do to them?" you asked the stranger when you saw people were standing still. No movement. No sound. You were confused, until a blonde lady came into the scene and yelled at the stranger "Loki!". Her voice was loud and authoritative and she sounded angry enough to give you nightmares for weeks.
You flinched in surprise. This lady must be the one they were talking about earlier. "What the hell are you doing to them? And her?" she demanded, turning her attention back to you. The blonde lady was gorgeous and looked like a goddess come straight out of a movie or a book. She seemed to be glowing in some sort of golden light. She looked regal and powerful and the stranger seemed intimidated by her mere presence. They stared at her for a moment before responding. "This woman here... you made it I see." They gave her a small nod of acknowledgement. “You passed this test too Silly." She rolled her eyes and turned to look at you. “Are you okay miss?" She reached out and touched your shoulder gently, but her touch sent shivers down your spine. She seemed genuinely worried. "Do you need help?".
"Uh... sure." you replied, giving her an uneasy smile.
She took one of your hands in hers and you felt an electric shock run through your arm at her touch. Her skin was cool and smooth compared to your sweaty palms. “You’re trembling.” She said softly. “You should sit down. Let’s get you some water."
"Is there anything you can do for the others?” you asked, glancing at the crowd frozen.
She smiled warmly and shook her head. “No. Just relax. Loki will make them normal again. Right?" she questioned, looking over at Loki who nodded and walked over to the group of people.
"Fine. They'll be fine." Loki responded without looking up.
“There’s no point worrying anymore. Now, are you okay miss?” she inquired, turning to you again. You noticed the worry in her expression. She’s clearly not used to dealing with other humans.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you though.” you assured her with a kind smile. She smiled back brightly. A moment later, the blonde lady spoke again.
“I'm Sylvie by the way." she introduced herself. "I've been... taking the test Loki gave me."
“And you passed." said Loki, sounding completely bored. "Come along. We need to get home." Sylvie nodded and started heading back to Loki, but not before shooting you a quick smile. You returned it hesitantly, and watched her leave until the door closed behind her.
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bisexual-panic · 3 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sylvie (Loki TV)/Reader Characters: Sylvie (Loki TV) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Secret Crush, Bisexual Sylvie (Loki TV), Bisexual Female Character, just a hint of jealousy, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, reader does not like crowds, Implied Sexual Content, Reader-Insert, this is mostly just self insert for me, so sorry not sorry, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
You have had a crush on your long term best friend Sylvie but you think there’s no way she could like you back. On new year’s eve you might get surprised.
I suck at summaries
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Please write some more Sylvie fluff! The last one was awesome
Thank you thank you thank you! It makes me so happy to hear you liked it :D here's a lil something that's been sitting in my brain collecting dust for the past week or so lmao. Enjoy <33
Lamentis Love Confessions (Sylvie Laufeydottir x reader)
Warnings: swearing, Sylvie's kind of mean (she apologizes), friends to lovers, Sylvie being soft (possibly out of character)
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Being tossed out a train is not a pleasant experience to go through, as it turns out. You let out a loud "oof" as you took a tumble down a grassy hill, landing next to Sylvie when you eventually stopped.
"Well, that was quite rude," you commented as Sylvie frantically searched through the grass.
"No, no, where is it? I had it just a moment ago, where could it be?" She muttered to herself, growing more and more agitated by the second. "Goddamn it!"
"What happened?" You asked, looking around in the grass with her for whatever she had lost.
"It's the Temp-Pad, I had it earlier, where could it have gone?"
"Do you need help looking for it?"
"No, I can find it myself," she snapped.
You blinked at her slowly. She'd never spoken to you like that before, no matter how much you annoyed her or how often. "Okay, I'll just be over there then. Lemme know if you need me." You got up and left, but not before picking up her cloak and carrying it with you.
After walking around for a bit, you finally settled on sitting on a patch of dirt near the spot you'd been tossed from the train. Wrapping the cloak around you, you got comfortable and watched as Sylvie found something that appeared to be the Temp-Pad. You could see her fiddling with it for a bit in the distance before she stopped and began making her way back to you.
The sound of loud stomping announced her arrival as she groaned in frustration. "Great. The Temp-Pad's broken, which means we're stuck here. Which means we're going to die. That's just fantastic." She turned to look where you were sitting, still wrapped up from earlier. "Is that my cloak?"
You looked up at her as she stared at you with a perplexed look on her face.
"Yeah, I hope you're okay with me borrowing it. I like it because it keeps me warm, plus the smell reminds me of you. It makes me feel safe."
Her face softened at your words, her usual scowl and grumpy demeanor replaced by the faintest of smiles. She took a seat next to you on the ground and let out a sigh. "This is not how I imagined things would pan out."
"Yeah, me either," you agreed. "But hey, at least we're here together, and we have each other. That's good enough for me." You gently bumped her shoulder with your own, letting out a small giggle as you did so.
A rare smile appeared on her face, something that only ever happened around you. Her gaze suddenly dropped to the ground. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. I treated you like shit when you were only trying to help." She chose to keep staring at the ground while she apologized, unable to look you in the eyes. "You're the only friend I have, and I should treat you better."
"Oh, hun," you said, using one of your many affectionate nicknames you had for her. "I mean, you're right, you shouldn't treat me like crap, but I understand how upset you were. I forgive you." You opened your arms, silently offering her a hug.
She hesitated before scooting closer, allowing you to envelope her in your open arms. She sat there awkwardly for a moment before relaxing, her frustration and stress instantly melting away.
"Sylvie, can I tell you something?" You said after a moment.
"Of course."
"I-" You let go of her, scooting away a little bit as you felt your face flush. "I like you. More than a friend. I- I think- I love you."
Sylvie was shocked. You loved her? You loved her? You, a person who she saw to be without flaw, loved her, a troublemaking Variant, an outcast, someone who was constantly on the run?
She must have been lost in thought for longer than she thought she was because all of a sudden you turned away from her and let out a sigh.
"Forget it. Forget I said anything, okay?"
"No, wait."
She reached out and took your hand into hers. "I- I like you, too. More than as a friend, I mean."
You turned to face her again, her icy blue eyes meeting yours. "Really?"
"Yes, really. I...I love you, too."
You instinctively leaned forward, your face mere inches away from hers. You looked into her eyes for approval. She nodded, and you sealed your confession of love with a sweet, passionate kiss. Your noses bumped as you pulled her close, and that was when you knew you always wanted things to be like this, with you right by her side.
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apathetic-dry-rot · 3 months
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FICLET REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN
Fandoms/Characters I write for:
BTD 1 & 2:
Lawrence Oleander
Ren Hana
Sano Kojima
Akira Kojima
EMH: Evan
Habit
Steph
TLOU 2:
Ellie Williams
Dina
Abby Anderson
MARVEL:
Loki Laufeyson
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Sylvie Laufeydjottir
The Batman/DCU:
The Riddler
Catwoman/Selina
BIG NO-NOS: *ncest
r@pe (aside from cnc/consensual-nonconsent)
Anal (It's just not my thing)
Adult x Minor (gtfo. requests like this will earn you an immediate block)
Bodily fluids other than spit or cum (I don't write for Vincent for a reason- again, not my thing)
THINGS THAT ARE OK:
Knifeplay
Breathplay
Foodplay
Orgasm Denial
Overstimulation
Breeding Kink
Degredation
Praise
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PUT YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO. MINOR AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT
Just don't be a dick, ok?
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nebulousfishgills · 1 year
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Maybe if I make a poll I can hold myself more accountable
Okay, my drafts are piling up and just writing them in order isn't doing myself any more favors.
So! After the Sylvie Request that's mostly done is posted, which of my drafts/requests would you like to see next?
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rosaline-black · 2 years
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ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ
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ʟᴏᴋɪ ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ-
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Handmaiden
you are but a simple handmaiden, daughter of the cook, but Loki is enchanted by you.
Dove
What���s worse. Being forced to train with each avenger in an attempt to reform himself? Or fall in love with one in the process? All the while nursing a dove back to health.
ꜱᴛᴇᴘʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ-
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Protector
a short tale of Stephen saving you from a panic attack after you've been waiting for him to return from a mission all day
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sylviegirlfriend · 2 years
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marvel prompts ideas
Hey! It’s me, again, I’m sorry. Just want to try something new in this blog. I wanted to do this for too long, but I wasn’t sure if this would work... this is a test.
I’m gonna leave some prompts here (fluffy prompts), that I got from @nightprompts, and you guys can send me an ask if you want me to do an imagine using one (or more) of these!
It could be with any Marvel character, this time I’ll open requests!
I’ll be waiting for your answers!
( @nightprompts i’m sorry for taking your list, but I giving you all the credits!)
Enjoy!
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
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talesofesther · 4 months
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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐞 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Discover the beauty
Sylvie doesn’t quite understand what you make her feel, or what she should do about it. All she knows is that you’ve brought a warmth to her life that had been long lost. So when you ask her to spend Christmas with you, how could she ever say no?
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bluelaidlyworm · 5 months
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Burdened with Glorious Purpose.
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"I know what kind of god I want to be."
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mymelodymia · 17 days
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*loki and y/n singing*
Loki: WASHINGTON! YOU ARE OUTGUNNED
Y/n: WHAT
Loki: OUTMANNED
Y/n: WHAT
Loki: OUTNUMBERED OUT–
Y/n: PAY YOUR FRICKIN TAXES
Loki: PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN ON MY COMMAND
Y/n: HAND EM OVER
Loki, laughing: this y/n my right hand mahahan
Y/n: PWO PWO PWO PWO PWO
Sylvie, with a headache: can you both just shut up please?!!
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jojolovesdogs00 · 1 year
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Asgardian Tales
Characters: Sylvie Laufeydottir, Loki, Frigga, Reader
Ship: Sylvie x Reader
Chapter 2
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Sylvie and Loki were at home. In Asgard. Sylvie was reading a book while Loki sat next to her, playing with a knife he had stolen from a thief the day before.
"What are you reading?" Loki asked casually, eyeing the blade.
“What mom offered last night.” Sylvie answered absently. “It’s good. I learned lot of stuff in there.”
Loki grunted. "Good.”
"How was your training today?"
They shrugged indifferently. "Normal." they mumbled, picking up knife and throwing it towards the corner of the room, missing it by a mile. Sylvie laughed slightly and closed the book in front of her, setting it aside as Loki got up to start cleaning up the knife. Sylvie stretched her legs, enjoying watching Loki missing their target. It was quiet except for Loki occasionally tossing his knife across the room and Sylvie occasionally getting a laugh or a joke from them whenever she got the knife right.
When Loki finally finished wiping everything clean, they sat back down next to Sylvie, looking at her expectantly. Sylvie sighed and ran a hand through her bangs. "What's wrong Loki?"
“Nothing is wrong. Why do you always assume something's wrong?” Loki responded calmly.
“Because you seem really tense and annoyed lately?” Sylvie replied, raising her eyebrows and smirking at the way Loki gritted their teeth together. “Loki, what happened?”
"That doesn't concern you.” they said flatly. Sylvie looked at them with narrowed eyes, clearly not buying their response. She didn't bother to continue arguing. If Loki wanted to act like an asshole all the time then maybe she shouldn't have bothered talking to them at all.
"Fine. Whenever you want to talk I'll be here to listen."
Loki nodded. "I know."
Loki turned around and stared out of the window. Sylvie frowned and opened her book once again.
"Do you remember that girl from yesterday?" Loki eventually said, causing Sylvie to pause.
"Y/N?" she asked slowly, trying to hide her growing curiosity. "The one that was in the diner? How is she?"
Loki stayed silent. Sylvie waited for a few seconds before starting to wonder if something else had happened. Then Loki spoke. "You liked her?"
Sylvie was taken aback. She hadn't expected that question from Loki. "Huh?"
"You liked her?"
A small blush spread across Sylvie's cheeks and she averted her eyes. "Why would you ask?"
"Just wondering, that's all." they said dismissively.
"What was that attitude?" Sylvie retorted, her tone much harsher than she had meant. The silence between them grew heavier, and the tension was so thick that Sylvie was afraid she would choke on it.
Finally Loki spoke again. "Well, first Thor now you found yourselves tiny humans. You two will be upset when you see how fragile they are."
"Excuse me?"
Loki stood abruptly, sending Sylvie stumbling backwards from their abrupt movements. "I'm leaving.”
“Where?” Sylvie asked, standing up.
“Don't worry about it.” they muttered.
“Loki you're acting weird!” Sylvie exclaimed while they left the room already. Once the door closed behind Loki she let out a sigh and leaned against the wall. She stared at the door for a few moments longer before running a hand through her hair.What was they talking about? Sylvie thought about Y/n and wondered if she remeber anything happened in diner. Was she okay? Did she remember Sylvie? Sylvie bit her lip anxiously. She wasn't ready yet to go back to her. She had to study more. She needed to learn magic. She decided to find Frigga and ask about more training. Frigga might have knowledge of the human world that Sylvie could apply.
Sylvie glanced around the empty corridors before making her way to Frigga's room. When she entered, Frigga was sitting in her usual spot by the window staring out at the Asgard streets below. Sylvie approached quietly and sat down in front of her. Frigga turned away from her view to look at her. "Oh dear. How was your test with Loki?"
"Weird…” Sylvie mumbled, avoiding Frigga's gaze.
Frigga tilted her head slightly, waiting for her to elaborate.
"I passed the test. Loki couldn't recognized me thanks to spells you thought me." Sylvie said hesitantly, still avoiding Frigga's gaze.
Frigga grinned broadly at Sylvie. "Of course you did love." she remarked warmly. "So you’ve learned about the mortal world. What do you think of them? Do you like any of them?" she asked excitedly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.
"Some of them… I guess. They seem nice enough I guess." Sylvie answered, still keeping eye contact with the floor.
“But most of them aren't like us Sylvie. They have problems we don't understand. They can’t understand ours." Frigga explained.
"Yes..." Sylvie murmured, looking down at her hands.
“Sylvie dear, you do not have to feel ashamed to show your emotions.” Frigga said reassuringly, caressing her cheek. Sylvie flinched at her touch, but relaxed when Frigga pulled back. “Your feelings are very natural. You just have to express it better. You must learn to express your heart. Do you understand?”
“Yes.. Yes, mother.”
“Good.” Frigga whispered. She leaned back in her chair and gazed at Sylvie. "Have you met someone new, darling?" she questioned, changing the subject.
Sylvie nodded. "Her name is Y/N. She's a human, but she's amazing." she declared proudly.
Frigga smiled. "That's wonderful my child. You should tell me more about her." she suggested. Sylvie nodded eagerly. She talked for hours, describing every detail about Y/n. About how she seemed to genuinely care about everyone she came in contact with. How Y/n was beautiful and funny. Frigga listened intently to each story and was pleased by the happiness and enthusiasm Sylvie expressed throughout telling her things about her human friend. After Sylvie finished telling Frigga what she'd told her, Frigga gave Sylvie a fond smile.
“You have made a lovely young woman Sylvie,” she stated fondly. “You deserve happiness my child.” Sylvie blushed softly at Frigga’s words.
“Thank you mother.” She replied shyly. The pair sat in silence for a few moments, listening to each other breathe. “I think I’m going to try to see her soon…” Sylvie admitted.
"That sounds wonderful, my dear. Just do whatever feels right for you. Your father and I are both very proud of you." Frigga assured, gently squeezing Sylvie’s knee.
"I will mother." Sylvie added inwardly, giving her mother a grateful glance.
"Now, why don’t you rest some more before dinner?" Frigga suggested. Sylvie nodded. “And then come here and we shall begin practicing.” Frigga suggested.
Sylvie stood up slowly, nodding. “Okay.”
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