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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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rules of conduct: the checkout queue

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Summary: in which Loki learns the ways of having to wait in line

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 964

Warnings: smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even think about it); vaginal fingering; exhibitionism-adjacent; 1 cuss word (not even remotely sorry, Rogers)

Things to be aware of: teammates to…y'know what even I'm not quite sure what they are by the end of this…partners in smut? 😂

"And after crossing out every item on this list, with a considerable amount of ancillaries…" You had to roll your eyes at Loki's comment about the boxes of Pop Tarts and grape sodas and Vanilla Cokes that took up more than half the space of your cart. "We can finally leave this market teeming with the mundanities of man?"

"Not so fast, Mischief," you called out to him, stopping him mid-stride as he made his way to the exit. "We have to pay first."

"You do not simply walk away with what you desire?" You shook your head at him, holding back your laughter as the concept visibly confused the god. "That was how merchants were to me and Thor back in Asgard."

"Well you're on Earth now. And I'm not royalty, they won't just give me all this for free unless I have an arsenal of coupons or they find me pretty enough to give me a 'friends & families discount' in exchange for flashing them my tits or giving them my number."

"But I am a prince—"

"Not here, you're not," you cut him off. "Some people barely even want to acknowledge that the Earth isn't flat, good luck getting them to accept that there's anything beyond the solar system. Let alone more intelligent and superior life forms." The corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk at that last bit. "So here you're an alien. Not a prince. Not a god. Well…unless we find people who heavily subscribe to Norse mythology so I gotta make sure we keep you far away from that."

He took a look around the marketplace, two fingers hooked at the front of your cart and not so subtly dragging it, and you, along with him as he made his way through the aisles. You made the split second decision to place your feet on the bottom rack to give your feet a break from walking and letting the towering Asgardian do all the work instead.

"Wait. Loki where are you going?" You avoided the pointed glares of the people in line that he passed, the irritation quickly melting into unabashed leering stares as they took in the way his black jeans and dark emerald shirt clung to and perfectly accentuated his lean, godly form. He looked back at you, breaking out into an amused grin when he saw how you were standing on the rack of the cart, his other hand pointing toward the cashier as if to answer your question. "There's a line, Mischief. Gotta move to the back and wait our turn. You know, just like everyone else."

Loki let out an exaggerated huff before turning the cart around and walking to the back of the line, the sound morphing into a faint chuckle when he heard your muted 'wheeeeee', only dismounting from the rack when you two finally stood at the end of the five cart queue and causing the women to risk neck pain from looking back and shamelessly checking out your teammate.

Your breath hitched when you felt his large hands resting on your hips, the lustful glances of the women in front of you once more becoming scathing as they switched their focus from him to you, and just how closely he stood behind you, the tip of his nose tracing the shell of your ear. "Okay now what're you doing?"

"Simply waiting our turn, darling." You could feel him smirking against your skin as fingers played along the waistband of your jeans, briefly dipping under and stroking the skin underneath and making you grip the handle of the cart so hard your knuckles were turning white. "Do you not think this would be a much more…titillating way to pass the time?"

"You are going to get us into a scandal, Laufeyson," you hissed under your breath, struggling to keep your composure and subtly kick him so that he'd stop fucking around as deft fingers undid the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down at an agonizing pace. "If you wanna incur Pepper's wrath because you were horny during this stupid acclimation effort that Stark assigned me to, be my guest. But don't drag me in with you--"

"Did you truly think I would let any of these inferior prying eyes see what we were up to, little mortal?" he whispered, breath tickling the tiny hairs at the side of your head. "All these people are seeing is your ever affectionate lover, my arms wrapped around you, the two of us engrossed in our own conversation. Every now and then I would press a kiss to your face." As if to emphasize his point, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, humming against your skin as he did so. "Just like that."

"Cameras," you hissed. You couldn't find it in you to voice the rest of your sentiment. You are not my lover, and I'm not your darling.

Mostly because you wanted so desperately for his illusion to be your reality.

"Under the same illusion." He kissed a path down to the corner of your mouth. "Tell me to stop." He groaned as he pressed another kiss to your skin, his fingers slipping under your panties and slowly making their way down. "Tell me you don't want this, too, and I'll stop--"

"I can't," you blurted out, a whimper slipping from your mouth as he finally pressed his lips to yours.

"Then you'll need to keep quiet for the remainder of the queue, darling." He captured your lips in another kiss, muffling the moan that escaped you when his fingers traveled further down and met your slick arousal, running up the length of your slit and rubbing tight circles against your clit. "Or else we shatter the illusion."

A/N: so…welcome to 'rules of conduct'! requests for this series/collection will forever be open, so if you have any scenarios you want to put these two blorbos into that fit the theme of the story, send them over and I'll see what I can do 😄 (also I don't have that many ideas on what exactly I'm gonna have them do next after this other than another shot at fitting room smut, maybe public library, and then that's about it)

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11queensupreme11 · 7 months

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ARSENIC BLUES

this is a masterlist of all things related to my book arsenic blues. in here you will find certain asks, posts, headcanons, drabbles, etc. the sillies & misc: part 1 & 2

THE YANDERE GODS!

❦━━ gojo vs poseidon: who's worse?

❦━━ pjo vs ror powerscaling: 1, 2, 3

❦━━ my shitty attempt at ship names 😔

❦━━ who's the slow burner and who's the fast burner?

❦━━ least to most likely to babytrap

❦━━ poseidon and love: 1 & 2

❦━━ what kind of yanderes are they? (+ loki)

❦━━ marriage proposal issues

❦━━ their kinks 😏 (+ loki)

❦━━ what if percy called out for anthonius during somno sex?

❦━━ would poseidon actually respect or like sally if he knew about her? 🤔 (+other gods' opinion)

❦━━ fatherhood! how many kids would they want & best to worst dads!

❦━━ how would they react if percy started crying?

❦━━ how they would imagine their future with percy 😍

❦━━ misogyny amongst the gods... 🤮: 1, 2, 3

❦━━ them when they get percy back from pjo verse

❦━━ BEELZEBUB IS NOT POSSESSED BY SATAN! STOP SPREADING THE SATAN PROPAGANDA! 😩

❦━━ the gods' hypocrisy 💀: 1 & 2

❦━━ most to least likely to resort to using blackmail

❦━━ what their wedding would look like! 👰🏻‍♀️

❦━━ their reaction to her rejecting godhood: 1 & 2

❦━━ if percy died during childbirth...

❦━━ would they cheat?

❦━━ if anthonius raised their kid: 1, 2

❦━━ a reader's poki guess

❦━━ if their kids wanted to sleep with them

❦━━ if their daughter had the electra complex: 1, 2

❦━━ the yanderes as in-laws: 1, 2

❦━━ peepee sizes 🍆

❦━━ songs

❦━━ anubis 🐶: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,

❦━━ sick!percy 🤒

❦━━ the akhlys scene

❦━━ what percy would wear during dates (by moonchild-artemisdaughter): poseidon, hades, apollo (part 2), beelzebub

SEAWEED BRAIN!

❦━━ who she would rather stay with

❦━━ percy when she gets her memories back LMAO

❦━━ if percy was a goddess when she got isekai-ed

❦━━ will percy get bullied? 🥺

❦━━ her ethnicity!

❦━━ what her intro would look like during ragnarok

❦━━ percy x qin ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,

❦━━ how oblivious will she be 💀

❦━━ cheater!percy

❦━━ if percy wanted to be a maiden goddess

❦━━ if percy was a guy 🙍🏻‍♂️

❦━━ a bratty percy scenario hehehe

❦━━ pregnant!percy: 1, 2, 3, 4

❦━━ percy's kids make her cry 😢

❦━━ if percy went numb...

❦━━ how her kids feel about sally!

❦━━ how much the isekai has ruined her life

❦━━ percy's voiceclaim

❦━━ percy's style!

❦━━ dark!pjo!poseidon with percy

❦━━ soul swap/possession au 👹

#👸🏻| arsenic blues #👸🏻| masterlists

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beefromanoff · 2 months

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Project Mockingbird Ch. 15

summary: the tension...is palpable. but maybe a breakthrough?

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: TWO IN ONE WEEK! I love seeing everyone's responses to this story! it's so fun to write, and it's definitely heating up. let me know what you think!

tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes @kayhi808 @charmedbysarge

(let me know if you want to be added <3)

chapter list

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The sterile air of the training room hummed with a tension that felt almost palpable. Bucky stood, arms crossed, in front of a giant digital screen displaying a complex urban environment. Charlotte, her focus intense, studied the map that sprawled before her. It had only been two days since the attack on the compound, and though she’d been released to sleep in her own bed the first night, she wasn’t cleared for combat training until her broken ribs had healed and the stitches had been removed from her leg. She’d opted to return to lessons with Bucky almost immediately, despite their spat in the medical wing. Her desire to avoid being alone with her thoughts was stronger than her desire to avoid him.

He wore his normal daily attire: tactical pants and combat boots, a snug black shirt hugging his chest. Charlotte wore almost identical garb, with loose cargo pants the most comfortable to wear over the bandaging on her leg.

"Okay," Bucky began, his voice steady, "you have your objective. Hostage situation, downtown area, high civilian presence. Minimal casualties, maximum stealth. Your move."

Charlotte paused for a moment before pointing to a section of the map, tracing a potential entry route. "Rooftop entry here. We can use the neighboring building as a vantage point."

Bucky shook his head. "Too exposed. Snipers could easily pin you down. Next."

She bit her lip, her frustration growing, then suggested, "What about a distraction? Create a diversion on the opposite block to draw them out."

"And risk civilian casualties? Not an option. Think, Charlotte."

She took a deep breath, regrouping, before offering another handful of potential ways to diffuse the situation. With each suggestion shot down, Charlotte's strategies grew more audacious, her patience thinning. As her ideas got sloppier, Bucky’s feedback got more critical.

“You do that and you might as well just surrender now. They’d see you coming a mile away and have all their forces ready to ambush you. Are you prepared to send your whole team into a blatant trap? You’re not even thinking this through.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

Finally, she snapped. "What do you want from me, Bucky? To pull some genius plan out of thin air? You're not giving me anything to work with!"

Bucky, unyielding, leaned forward until his face was inches from hers. "I want you to think. Real situations won't give you 'anything to work with' either. You need to adapt, improvise, and most importantly, keep those hostages and your team safe."

Charlotte's eyes blazed. "You think I don't know that? You're acting like I'm some rookie who's never faced a real threat!"

“Last time I checked, you are a rookie. When was the last mission you came on?” Bucky's tone hardened. "I'm trying to prepare you for situations where there might not be a clear right answer. You think I don't see your potential? I do. But potential's not enough when the lives of people you care about are on the line. You need to be strategic, not just brave. If you run into an escalated situation with nothing but ‘kick ass’ in your arsenal, you’re going to get yourself killed."

The air between them crackled with tension as Charlotte threw her hands in the air. "Oh, so now you're the world’s leading expert on nonviolent negotiations? Last time I checked, only one of us has ‘World’s Deadliest’ on our resume and it isn’t me.” She didn’t shy away, getting even closer to his face. “Tell me how much strategy came into play then, Soldat."

The words hung heavy, a low blow that cut incredibly deep. Bucky's face tightened, a flicker of old pain in his eyes as he set his jaw. If looks could kill, she had a feeling she’d have already taken her last breath. Instead of the verbal lashing she expected, he took a slow breath before stepping back.

"That's not fair, Charlotte, and you know it," he replied, his voice low but sharp enough to slice through the tension.

Charlotte, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and regret, met his gaze. The room felt smaller, the air thicker.

"I—" She began, then stopped. What was she doing? This was Bucky, who'd risked everything, who'd been through hell and back. And here she was, using his past against him. "I'm sorry," she said, the words feeling inadequate. "That was out of line."

But Bucky's demeanor had already shifted. He looked at her, his gaze piercing, and for a moment, Charlotte thought she saw a flicker of something more—anger, betrayal, perhaps even hurt. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, shuttered behind the steel walls he was so adept at erecting.

"Yeah," Bucky finally said, his voice cold and distant. "It was."

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked briskly away. The sound of his boots against the floor echoed in the large room, each step thundering through her. Charlotte watched him go, her heart sinking. She wanted to call out, to apologize again, to explain that her words had come from a place of frustration and fear, not malice. But the words stuck in her throat, tangled up with her pride and the lingering sting of their argument.

As the door slid shut behind him, leaving her alone in the silence of the training room, a mix of emotions roiled within her. Guilt for having crossed a line, anger at Bucky for being so impossibly difficult to work with, and beneath it all, a gnawing fear that she had just irreparably damaged whatever fragile connection they had been building.

She sank down onto a nearby bench, her injured leg protesting the sudden movement. The physical pain was nothing compared to the turmoil swirling inside her. She had wanted to prove herself, to show Bucky—and maybe, more importantly, herself—that she was capable, that she wasn't the weak link. Instead, she had let her temper get the best of her, lashing out in the worst possible way. The worst part? She really was trying. All of her suggestions, at least the early ones, were instinctive. Had she been in the heat of a mission, thinking on the spot, she would have acted on them. Acted on them and gotten people killed, as Bucky was so keen on reminding her. Goddamn him, this was difficult for her. She didn’t come from a military background before her capture by HYDRA, and she didn’t have years with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes honing her skills. She knew how to fight, how to survive, as she’d proven time and time again. Yet, all he seemed to be able to see was where she fell short. Brute strength and violence had gotten him through some of the worst horrors known to man, and here he was, telling her that wouldn’t be enough. Well, it would have to be. That was all she had.

The room felt oppressively large now, the echoes of their argument bouncing off the walls, a reminder of how quickly things had spiraled out of control, as they always seemed to do. Charlotte wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

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The night air was crisp, and the lake below was a reflection of the starlit sky as Charlotte stood alone on the balcony, wrapped in her thoughts and an oversized sweatshirt. The events of the day had left her raw, her emotions a tangle of frustration, guilt, and an indefinable ache that seemed to pulse with the night. She’d avoided the common room until she knew Bucky would be in training with the SHIELD agents, then shut herself in her room until after dinner, leaving only to get herself the plate of food she knew Natasha had left in the fridge for her. After another failed attempt to sleep, she’d awoken in a cold sweat and found her way out to the balcony.

Behind her, the sliding door whispered open, and she stiffened, half-expecting another attack. But when she whirled around, already setting her feet in a defensive posture, it was to find Bucky standing there with two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. The panic must have shown on her face because he raised the mugs candidly, showing the peace offering.

"Vanilla, extra cream," he said, extending one of the cups towards her. The gesture was so unexpected, so gentle after their harsh words earlier, that Charlotte found herself momentarily lost for words. She couldn’t remember ever telling him how she took her coffee, and yet here it was, smelling perfectly sweet and familiar.

She took the cup, feeling the warmth seep into her fingers. "Bucky, I—I need to apologize. For earlier. I was so out of line," she started, but Bucky shook his head, cutting her off.

"No," he said firmly, "I pushed you too hard. I haven't been fair to you, haven't given you the credit you deserve." He leaned on the balcony railing, his gaze distant, reflective. "You saved the compound, Charlotte. While we were off chasing ghosts, you...you showed you have what it takes. In the heat of the moment, you did what you had to, and you saved lives." He tilted his head to meet her eyes. “You risked your own. I just…don’t want you to have to do that again.”

Charlotte's facade crumbled, her carefully constructed walls falling away as tears welled in her eyes. "What's wrong?" Bucky asked, brows furrowing in concern.

"I just... I didn't feel prepared," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I was terrified the whole time, and I had no idea what I was doing. Everyone keeps calling me a hero, and I don’t…I’m not one.”

Bucky's head tilted as he took a step closer, his gaze searching hers. "You did great out there, Charlotte. You saved this whole place, and the lives of everyone in it."

Charlotte shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as the tears spilled over. "Did I? Or was it just dumb luck?"

Bucky reached out, gently cupping her cheek and wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Hey, don't say that. You were incredible. You held your own against HYDRA."

“I was scared shitless. I kept thinking how it was my fault. My fault they came here in the first place, and it would be my fault that the compound fell while you were gone. The whole time, I was just…making it up as I went.” She laughed coldly again, looking up to blink back tears. “Everyone keeps acting like I did something amazing, when we both know I only survived because of you. You’re the only one who sees through me, sees that I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing and I hate it. I wish you weren’t right, but you have been. Every single goddamn time.” She angrily wiped her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

Watching her, sensing she wasn’t done, Bucky’s hand rested reassuringly on her shoulder.

Charlotte looked down into her mug, seeing her reflection warped on the surface of the liquid. "I felt terrified," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Confused, lost. It all felt so... unnatural. I was second-guessing every decision, worried I was making the wrong move." She stared blankly ahead, eyes unseeing as her gaze looked somewhere past the lake. "I took it as a sign that I'd never make a good Avenger."

Bucky leaned back down over the railing, frowning at her. "Do you think you're the only one who feels that way? Even after hundreds of missions, there are times I'm still scared, still doubting." He paused, searching her face. "That fear, that uncertainty, it doesn't make you weak. It makes you human. And it's what makes you think, makes you evaluate and choose the best path forward, even when it's hard. It doesn’t mean you’re not cut out for this…it just means you actually give a shit about what you’re doing."

Charlotte met his gaze, and in that moment, a connection forged in the heat of conflict and cooled in the calm of understanding passed between them. The swift forgiveness of her incredibly cruel words. The raw, brutal honesty. The peace offering. The lack of judgment as she broke down in front of him. "I guess we're just trying to do our best, huh?" she said, a tentative, watery smile touching her lips.

"Yeah," Bucky agreed, his voice soft but steady. "We're all just trying to do our best.”

Charlotte stared ahead, taking a slow sip of her coffee. Bucky studied her for a moment, his gaze searching. "Why are you up so late, Char?" he asked quietly.

She hesitated, the words catching in her throat for a moment before she spoke. "Nightmares," she admitted quietly. "I’ve always had them, but they've been worse since... since the attack. I see all the other outcomes, if I’d failed. Tonight I dreamt that they got me, took me back there. That’s the worst one. Sometimes I have to get outside, under the stars and fresh air, just to remind myself that I'm free."

Bucky's expression softened, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. "I know what you mean," he said, his voice low. "I still get them too. I imagine that I wake up from cryo, and this was all a dream, that I was never free. That’s my worst one.”

Their eyes met, a rare moment when both of their walls had come down. Their looks mirrored each other, vulnerable and bare, waiting for the other to make one wrong move and get shut back out. Neither of them spoke. Even speaking the contents of her nightmares aloud had made Charlotte’s hands tremble, and she took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the warm ceramic of her coffee cup. Breaking their gaze, she looked back out into the expansive night sky.

"Are you...scared? Now that they’re back?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky didn't hesitate. "Shitless.”

Charlotte reached out, her hand finding his on the railing. She expected him to pull away, to retreat into himself as he so often did. But to her surprise, he didn't. Instead, he tightened his grip, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand.

They sat in silence as the night stretched on around them, finding solace in each other's presence. They had no answers, no reprieve in sleep, not even peace in their home, but they had a hand to hold onto, anchoring them in their fear. And with it, they found a flicker of hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness that threatened to consume them both.

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The Avengers' kitchen was a hive of activity, with pots clanging, eggs frying, and the aroma of breakfast filling the air. The team members moved about with practiced ease, each contributing to the morning chaos in their own way.

Sam, wielding a spatula like a pro, called out to Natasha, who was expertly flipping pancakes on the griddle. "Hey, Nat, you sure you didn't miss your calling as a short-order cook?" he teased, earning a laugh from the others.

“Maybe in the next life,” She winked, flipping another perfect pancake.

Steve couldn't resist chiming in from his post by the toaster. "I don't know, Sam. I think I’ve got her beat," he quipped, waving his burnt toast in the air. Charlotte wrinkled her nose as she walked past it, the bitter smell assaulting her.

“Good morning sunshine,” Sam called before resuming his whistling, clearly in a great mood. Charlotte wondered if he’d just gotten back from Calla’s apartment, and when they’d stop splitting their time now that the secret of their relationship was out. She made a note to ask her friend later.

Bucky, already stationed by the coffee pot, flashed a grin as Charlotte waltzed up. "Coffee?" he offered, holding out a mug with a knowing look.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Second coffee in less than twelve hours?”

Bucky shrugged nonchalantly. "Don’t get used to it," he deadpanned.

“Don’t be such a good barista.” She teased, sipping from her mug before hopping onto the counter beside him.

Their exchange didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team, who exchanged knowing glances and playful nudges as they observed the interaction.

Sam couldn't resist a quip. "Well, would you look at that? Bucky's finally learned how to share," he teased.

Natasha smirked, shooting Bucky a pointed look. "I guess miracles really do happen.”

Always ready to diffuse a situation, Steve called. "Hey, Charlotte, I meant to tell you," he began, catching her eye. "Tony and Pepper are coming back to the compound later this afternoon. Pepper wants to meet with you.”

Charlotte's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Why?" she asked.

Steve nodded, his expression reassuring. "Yep. She wants to talk about hosting a press conference. They think it's time to let the world know who you are.” He gave a reassuring smile. “Don’t be nervous, you’ll do great. We’ve all done them. Even Bucky.” He elbowed his friend as he sidled past, plopping down at the head of the table.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows, still looking hesitant. “If you say so.”

“At least you'll look better on TV than Sam," Bucky said dryly, giving her a sidelong look.

Sam bristled at the jab, shooting Bucky a mock glare. "Hey, watch it, Barnes. I'll have you know I've got a face for the big screen," he retorted.

“Is that what they’ve been telling you?” He raised an eyebrow, dodging a swat from Sam’s spatula. Giggling, Charlotte felt slightly more at ease as her friends fell into chaos around her.

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Smoothing her shirt, Charlotte approached the sleek conference room with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. She wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting with Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's famed and formidable right-hand woman. Did she do something wrong? Was she in trouble? The thoughts raced through her mind as she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Ms. Rossi, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat," Pepper greeted warmly, gesturing to a chair across from her. She was beautiful, looking equal parts polished and genuine.

Charlotte forced a smile and took a seat, trying to hide her unease. "My friends call me Charlotte, or at least, everyone here does.”

Pepper chuckled. "Alright, Charlotte. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

“Likewise.” She raised an eyebrow. “Although I’ll warn you, I’m not overly keen on the idea of a press conference…if that’s what this is about.”

Pepper chuckled again. "It is, but just know there’s no pressure. This is my professional recommendation, if you desire to be a more public part of the team. We’ve had quite a few incidents of public scrutiny over the past several years, and we’ve found that it makes everyone’s lives much easier if we stay ahead of it. And since you’re new here…"

Charlotte leaned back in her chair, adopting a more casual posture. "Then we should get ahead of it before the public can find something to scrutinize."

Pepper smiled. "Exactly."

“Well, let’s hear the game plan, then. You’re the expert.”

Pepper clasped her hands together on the table atop a stack of notes. "Well, with everything that's been happening lately, there's been quite a bit of interest in you."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Me? What’s been happening lately?”

Pepper laughed softly. "Modesty, I see. But yes, your journey has captivated a lot of attention. You were all over the news with your stint in gymnastics, and then you even made a splash as a big fish in Las Vegas, all before disappearing. The internet is very difficult to slip anything past, and it didn’t take long for them to put things together. People love a mystery."

Charlotte tilted her head warily. "That’s one thing to call me."

Pepper smiled. "Indeed. But, we have an opportunity to share your story with the world. On your terms, the way you want it to be told. As much or as little as you’d like to give, anything would help prevent people from writing the narrative for you. Show them who you are before they can tell you."

Charlotte's skepticism showed on her face. "Ah, the old charm offensive, huh?"

Pepper nodded. "Something like that. It's a chance for people to get to know the real Charlotte, not just the headlines they’ll inevitably see if you join the Avengers Initiative."

“Who says I’m joining the Avengers?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m very good at my job.” Pepper winked. “And don't worry, you won't be alone. The team and I will be there to support you every step of the way. We’ll prepare you beforehand, be right there to step in if you get uncomfortable or don’t know how to answer something. You have my word.”

Charlotte gave a half smile. "Alright, I'll do it. But if I say something wildly inappropriate or incriminating, I can’t be held responsible.”

Pepper laughed. "Have you met Tony? I don’t think we’ve ever had a press conference without something wildly inappropriate or incriminating. You’ll do just fine.”

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acciotherapists · 1 month

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Far From Home (Chapter 54: Jealousy)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

Wong led us to a few spare rooms as my mind raced with fear. Had I caused this? Had I brought this about by bringing the Maximoffs back with us? Maybe Hydra should’ve just killed me.

Wong reminded us when dinner took place before leaving us to talk and closing the door behind him.

Wanda crossed her arms over chest, taking a seat near the window as Loki and Tony turned to me.

“You want to explain what’s going on here?” Tony asked.

He must’ve seen the confused look on my face as he rolled his eyes and spoke again. “What this place is? Who that man was? Why you seem so afraid? Why the little witch over there hasn’t said a word? Your apparent history with a student here? Any of the above?”

I rolled my eyes. “First of all he was 26 when we met. Calling him a student makes it sound weird.” I shuddered. “This is Kamar-Taj. I came here when I first escaped Hydra. I’d heard of it being a safe place for people who had nowhere to go. They set me up with my first home and my first identity: Zoe. The Ancient One also put me in contact with Alex, who’s been able to get me new identities if I need to run… which has happened occasionally. Alex never asked questions and the Ancient One trusted her… so I did too. I met Stephen Strange when I was living in New York and we sort of became friends. He didn’t ask questions, which I liked, he was decent at conversation, and it was good to have a doctor in your arsenal if the need ever arose… which it did.”

Loki raised a brow and I explained.

“Alex was meeting me at our old spot when one of Hydra’s soldiers found us. She got shot in the shoulder and was losing a lot of blood. She was barely in her 30s then. I killed the soldier but since I couldn’t use my magic… she was bleeding out. I called Stephen and he was only a few minutes away having a coffee… He saved her life that day.” I looked toward the door, lost in the memory. “He didn’t ask questions. He knew there were things I couldn’t talk about and he didn’t push the issue. I thought Alex would hate me after what happened that day but she was grateful to Stephen and I… And I guess she finally understood why I was running.”

“Were you two ever… together?” Loki asked and I shook my head.

“I never saw any point in starting a relationship when I knew I’d always be on the run… besides I never really got over a certain childhood friend.”

He smiled softly. “But if you weren’t on the run…?”

“The answer would’ve been the same. Stephen and I just worked as friends. He was more of a brother to me and I never saw him as anything more than that.”

“But did he see you as a sister?”

“Of course he did.”

“That’s not what it looked like.”

His voice seemed almost cold and I sighed, breaking his gaze as my eyes settled on Wanda. Her hands were glowing faintly as they clasped her arms in front of her chest. Her knees were pulled to her stomach and her gaze was lost out the window.

“Shit.”

Loki turned to see what I was looking at as I rushed over to Wanda. I wanted to hug her but I feared it may startle her so I sat in front of her.

“Wanda…”

She didn’t move.

I cautiously placed my hand over hers. I expected her to jump but she simply turned and looked at me, her eyes filled with tears.

“W-what am I?”

“My friend.” I squeezed her hand. “You are Wanda Maximoff. You are an incredible young lady who saved my life.” I took her hands in mine but we quickly pulled away as they glowed purple and the room shook around us.

“Norns,” Loki whispered, looking between the two of us. “It’s both of you.”

I rushed to explain. “No! W-we’ve hugged before! I’ve held her hand before and it’s never done that.” I feared what they would do to her if they learned the truth. It was bad enough she was working for Hydra. If they knew she was the Scarlet Witch… I feared what they would do.

“The magic… it’s the same as in the photo.”

“Loki,” I warned as the glow in Wanda’s hands grew brighter.

There was a loud knock on our door and Tony opened it to see Wong rush into the room.

“Is everyone alright in here?”

I looked at him confused. “We’re fine. Wong, what’s going on?”

“There was just an Earthquake of some sort… but only this wing felt it.”

His eyes found Wanda’s glowing hands, widening as he looked around the room.

“Y/n… what have you brought here?” He shook his head sadly.

“It’s not what you think! I didn’t know! She’s a good kid, Wong. She’d never hurt anyone.”

“The Ancient One once said that about Kaecilius… and he nearly destroyed our reality.”

A small sob escaped Wanda’s lips.

“That’s enough, Wong,” I hissed as an icy wind flooded the room. I turned to Loki.

“What do you need, darling?” he asked softly.

“I- I can’t touch her… I can’t hold her. I need you to hold her… if she’ll let you.”

He nodded. “Of course, my love.” He cautiously approached Wanda. “Hey, little witch.” He placed a hand on her arm and she looked up at him.

“We’re still here for you, little witch. We’re not going anywhere.”

“It’s me, Loki… I’m the Scarlet Witch.”

“And Y/n is the Sapphire Witch. We love her all the same. If she could hug you right now she would but we can’t risk another quake. We have to get your emotions in check, yeah?”

She nodded and I smiled at their interaction. He was treating her like family, which was what she needed in this moment. She needed to know we weren’t going to turn our back on her. He held her hands and the glow slowly dissipated.

Now that I knew she was okay I needed to get answers.

“Stay with her. I need to do something.”

Loki furrowed his brow but nodded nonetheless and I left the room, Wong following closely behind.

“Y/n, what are you going to do?”

“I have to make a phone call.” I turned to him. “I need you to get me all the books you can on the history… and potential future of the Scarlet and Sapphire Witches.”

He nodded. “Of course. I shall have them brought to your room. Anything else?”

“No need. I’ll take them in the library.”

He nodded and I pulled out my phone, dialing Pietro.

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demifiendrsa · 4 months

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Persona 3 Reload day one DLC announced

■ Costume Downloadable Content

Persona 5 Royal Phantom Thieves Costume Set

Price: 440 Yen

Release Date: February 2, 2024

This set allows S.E.E.S. members to change into Phantom Thieves costumes from Persona 5 Royal when exploring and battling in Tartarus.

Persona 5 Royal Shujin Academy Costume Set

Price: 440 Yen

Release Date: February 2, 2024

This set allows S.E.E.S. members to change into Shujin Academy costumes from Persona 5 Royal when exploring and battling in Tartarus.

Persona 4 Golden Yasogami High School Costume Set

Price: 440 Yen

Release Date: February 2, 2024

This set allows S.E.E.S. members to change into Yasogami High costumes from Persona 4 Golden when exploring and battling in Tartarus.

■ Persona Downloadable Content

Persona 5 Royal Persona Set 1

Price: 880 Yen

Release Date: February 2, 2024

This set contains additional content that allows you to summon and fuse Personas from Persona 5 Royal.

This set includes nine Personas:

Persona 5 Protagonist’s Persona: Arsene

Ryuuji Sakamoto’s Persona: Captain Kidd

Morgana’s Persona: Zoro

Ann Takamaki’s Persona: Carmen

Yusuke Kitagawa’s Persona: Goemon

Makoto Niijima’s Persona: Johanna

Haru Okumura’s Persona: Milady

Goro Akechi’s Persona: Robin Hood

Kasumi Yoshizawa’s Persona: Cendrillon

Persona 5 Royal Persona Set 2

Price: 880 Yen

Release Date: February 2, 2024

This set contains additional content that allows you to summon and fuse Personas from Persona 5 Royal.

This set includes nine Personas:

Persona 5 Protagonist’s Persona: Satanael

Ryuuji Sakamoto’s Persona: Seiten Taisei

Morgana’s Persona: Mercurius

Ann Takamaki’s Persona: Hecate

Yusuke Kitagawa’s Persona: Kamu Susano-o

Makoto Niijima’s Persona: Anat

Haru Okumura’s Persona: Astarte

Goro Akechi’s Persona: Loki

Kasumi Yoshizawa’s Persona: Vanadis

Persona 4 Golden Persona Set

Price: 550 Yen

Release Date: February 2, 2024

This set contains additional content that allows you to summon and fuse Personas from Persona 4 Golden.

This set includes three Personas:

Persona 4 Protagonist’s Persona: Izanagi

Tohru Adachi’s Persona: Magatsu-Izanagi

Marie’s Persona: Kaguya

■ Background Music Downloadable Content

Persona 5 Royal Background Music Set

Price: 550 Yen

Release Date: February 2, 2024

This set allows you to listen to background music from Persona 5 and Persona 5 Royal during battles.

Track list (six total):

“Last Surprise”

“Take Over”

“Rivers In the Desert”

“Jaldabaoth”

“Throw Away Your Mask”

“Triumph”

Installed downloadable content can be received from the closet in your bedroom. The background music can be changed from the “Config” menu. You can also set random playback, change it according to your mood.

Persona 3 Reload will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, PlayStation 4, Xbox One, and PC (Steam, Microsoft Store) February 2, 2024 worldwide. It will also be available via Xbox Game Pass.

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tarithenurse · 1 year

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Help me

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Thor Odinson &/x Avenger!fem!reader Word count: 1594 Content: Plotting/scheming and carrying out pranks, drinking, some pining and fluffy confessions of love. A/N: I’m not sure where this came from but I hope you guys like it :) Betaed by my lovely TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse.

Help me

You’re bored, having had no missions for a while. Your normal three victims for pranks are all gone on their own businesses but you know Loki is bound to return within a day so now is your chance to get him for the flour in your pockets.

Tiptoeing down the tower’s hallway, your arms are full of rolls of cling wrap.

You settle the tools for your prank beside you as you kneel before the door, knowing better than to expect the Trickster God to leave his door unlocked or untrapped. Using every skill in your arsenal (most taught by Natasha and Loki himself, ironically), you investigate the lock and handle, unlocking the door before moving on to the door itself. Deeply engrossed in the task at hand, you hear the sound of nearing footsteps too late.

“What are you doing?” Thor’s voice rumbles behind you, making your heart stutter from the shock of having been caught as well as your usual crush on the god.

On hands and knees, ass up in the air, you’ve been trying to squint beneath the door for fear of a trigger to some trap and now you don’t dare to glance over your shoulder. “N-nothing?”

“Lady [Y/N], are you breaking into my brother’s chamber?” There’s a brief moment in which he clearly takes the scene in fully. “With...the wrapping from the kitchen? Why?” He truly sounds confounded.

Sighing, you get up from your exposed position, concerned that there are no traps that you can spot but now having to deal with the big brother. “Just...can we pretend you didn’t see anything?” You look up into his electric blue eyes that are beginning to hide under furrowed brows.

“Is this one of your pranks?” he asks with a serious tone but you can see a little smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

A sudden thought spurs you on, forcing its way past your shy love for the blond god: “Wanna help me? I’m gonna wrap everything in cling wrap.”

The little grimace turns into a veritable grin. “I am pleased that you ask.”

You allow Thor to push the door open and you’re pleasantly surprised that nothing happens as he enters beyond.

Loki’s abode is themed in his signature colours: bottle green and gold. The bed is opulent with its canopy and it functions as the centrepiece of the room despite the large, comfy chair and all the bookcases. The rug ties all of it together and brings your attention to the old-fashioned desk on the other side of the room. In other words: there are plenty of things to wrap. Smiling shyly to your new conspirator, you hand over a roll and set to work.

...

Even with Thor helping, it takes a while before everything is wrapped – you’d decided to wrap the items lying around individually too and that included the clothes in Loki’s closet and his toiletries but at least you’d opted out of doing each book in the bookcases. Thor had been a big help reaching the higher places (sometimes by lifting you onto his shoulders which had set your heart racing all over again).

Now you look at the result, admiring the glistening layer on everything which you know will drive Loki mad.

“We should get a drink to celebrate,” Thor grins at you over his shoulder as he bends to pick up the empty rolls from the cling wrap.

You’d like that. Literally any excuse to spend more time with him would be agreeable to you.

...

You’re well through your umpteenth mojito when Thor interrupts his own tale of past exploits on the battlefield (and your inner musings on your adoration for him) to look over at you with a puzzled look.

“What?” you hiccup, your usual reservations long gone.

“Midgardians do not hold their drinks well,” he muses which you take slight offence at – only slight because you do feel the couch tilting beneath you.

With a floomp you fall sideways, with your head near Thor, and grin up at him. “What makes you say that?”

“Do you not realize what you have just said?”

“I said...’What’...” Your brows wrinkle as you try to remember anything you might have said before that but come up empty.

Deciding that you’re lying uncomfortably (and missing your drink), you struggle to get back to an upright position and you’re thankful for Thor’s help once more but as you reach out for your glass, he pushes it aside.

“Lady [Y/N]...I think you have had enough...”

Gingerly, he scoops you up in his arms, ignoring your pouting, and carries you to your room where he places you gently on the bed. It’s heavenly soft and you immediately snuggle up. Then you make up your mind, scoot a bit to the side and pat the bed next to you.

“I wanna hear the rest of your story,” you declare.

“Tomorrow,” Thor assures you, gently stroking your cheek.

“Aw but...but...what if I ask nicely?” you try again. His smile is dazzling but it’s evident that your hope will be dashed and you power on: “Like...if I come with a really good argument, will you stay here?”

He tilts his head like a big golden retriever. “And what could you say to impose on you in your current state?”

“It would make me happy if you stayed? I’d be sad and have to cry myself to sleep if you left?”

He sighs, “well we cannot have that.” The mattress dips as he gets in, his head on your spare pillow and legs crossed at the ankles while he laces his fingers over his toned abs. The man truly is a god. “Do you think you can find rest now?”

You contemplate the question, slowly tumbling the words through your hazy brain and coming to the conclusion that it could be even better. Resolutely, you roll over and slap your head onto his chest, an arm wrapped around his abdomen.

“Now I can.”

And sleep truly is already finding you, spurred on by the alcohol. Only a few moments go by before the world grows soft and fuzzy as sleep weighs you down, barely leaving you time to mutter a slurred ‘I love you’ before your eyes finally drift shut.

...

Peeling your eyes open, you’re happy that the sun can only barely peek past the curtains, leaving the room in shadows which are soothing for your headache. You also realize two things: the first one is that you’re fully clothed which is not a typical way for you to sleep, and the second is that you’re practically glued to someone else...and yeah, you know exactly who this person is.

Craning your neck, you look up through a slight haze and find Thor gazing back at you.

Memories come rushing back in a big jumble that you try to sort through and something tells you that you shouldn’t be surprised. He carried you to your room?

“You stayed?” you croak with a parched throat.

He smiles gently. “You asked me to...and then, frankly, you held on too tight for me to be able to leave.”

You’re mortified but it only gets worse the more you remember. And didn’t you...oh fuck. A memory laced with sleep makes itself known and removes your attention from the physical discomfort. Three small words that escaped as you drifted off, finally breaking free of their confinements that had kept them secret for so long. Maybe it’s just a dream...or a nightmare, really.

Searching Thor’s face, you can see something has shifted, though. He seems nervous, breath baited and the hand that rests on your back is trembling ever so slightly.

“I do not know if...if you...” he’s searching for the right words, “you said something before...”

“Before I fell asleep?” you wince and he nods, taking away your last hope that maybe you haven’t betrayed yourself.

He squirms, clearly as uncomfortable with the situation as you are. Oh fuck, he hates me now. Needing distance, you detach yourself from his side. Your plan is to roll away from him, to get up...preferably to walk away for forever. But his large hand engulfs your wrist – not tight enough that you couldn't break away, but the gesture is enough to stop you. Still, you can't face him, afraid of what you might learn if meeting his gaze.

“Please, lady [Y/N]...” there’s a quiver to his voice, “I must know if those were merely drunk warbles or if...if I stand a chance...”

Stand a chance? His choice of words makes you finally seek out his electric blue eyes and you find a flicker of something you’ve never noticed before but in retrospect has always been there: adoration. Love?

Hope blooms within you. “I...I love you,” you whisper.

“Norns be blessed!” he gasps. His face nearly splits in a huge grin. “This means that my feelings for you are not unrequited. [Y/N]...please know that my heart belongs to you, now and forever.”

You gape at him for a moment, trying to fathom what he’s just said and eventually managing to come to the only possible conclusion. A shy smile curls your lips. All the dread that had filled you moments before is gone, replaced by a surge of warm joy that makes you move up flush to the god who happily wraps you in his arms. A kiss lands on your forehead and you chase his lips with your own, knowing that you finally can have the real thing and not just a daydream.

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lokischickadee · 10 months

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Rightful king of Asgard

Loki x OC

Celeste was sitting on the couch in Avengers tower. Loki walked over, looking her up and down. She looks up at him and smiled. “Can I help you?”

“I just wanted to let you know you look...gorgeous.” Loki winks with a smirk. “I'm Loki by the way.”

She smirks at his flirting. “My name is Celeste.”

“A gorgeous name to match a gorgeous person!” Loki steps closer, putting his hand on her cheek.

Celeste blushed at his words. She had heard the stories about how Loki could charm the clothes off of any person. “You really live up to your name don't you, silver-tongue?”

“Mhm, I suppose I do,” Loki says with a chuckle, a small grin on his face as he continues to look her in the eyes. he then leans in, and whispers in her ear. “I'm also great at getting beautiful women to melt in my arms. You look like a goddess, so I think a few compliments is the least I can do.” Loki continues caressing her face with his thumb.

“Would you like to know a secret?”

“Oh?” Loki looks intrigued by the comment. he raises an eyebrow, his other hand still stroking her cheek. He nods his head. “Go on. I'm all ears.”

She smiles. “I AM a goddess.”

“Oh, well then that's just perfect” Loki chuckles, seeming excited about this information. “I'm sure your beauty is known around the realms then?”

She laughs. “My powers and heritage is more known.”

“Hm, so are your powers that of the beauty and love goddesses?” Loki asks, leaning in a bit closer. “I'm just curious, that's all. It's not often that you see a literal goddess in the flesh”

“Actually yes! I am the daughter of Hades and Aphrodite,” Celeste says with a grin.

“Oh, well then I was right then.” Loki chuckles. “I'd say you probably inherited quite a lot of their abilities, considering your mother is literally the goddess of love? You really did win the genetic lottery, huh?”

She smirks and kisses his nose. “yes.”

Loki's face turns bright red, shocked that she actually did that. He smiles. “You know what, considering your mom is Aphrodite, I guess that's normal for you though, huh?”

“No, you are special,” Celeste says with a smile.

“Tell me, how did you discover you were a goddess?”

“I was born in Olympus right after the war between the Olympians and Titans.”

“Oh? The great war, huh?” Loki nods. “What kind of godly powers do you have?

“Pretty much all of the powers my mom and dad have,” she replies.

“Well, I imagine you have quite the arsenal then. What's it like being able to do all the things that they can? Do you feel...extra-powerful? Is there anything that you love doing, out of all the things your

abilities can accomplish?” Loki asks excitedly. he seems curious about all her abilities and he genuinely wants to learn more about her.

“A bit yeah.” She says with a laugh. “I protect the nine realms. I am only here right now because Thor needed me to help him with some kind of avengers business, I don't know.”

“Thor called upon the goddess of love to help with some silly battle?” Loki chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, that's...that's one way to utilize your abilities, I suppose.”

Celeste laughs. “I’m really the only god that will help him. The others choose to stay away cause of Odin.” She scowls at his name.

“You're angry at Odin?” Loki asks with an intrigued nod. He leans in a little closer, wanting to hear her explain her thoughts. “What has he done to you?”

“It's not what he's done to me. He's a monster, also he treats you like you are garbage and below him

when in reality it’s the other way around.”

“I suppose in a way I can see your point. He was the whole reason I became an outcast from Asgard.” He chuckles. “Perhaps even you can help me get some revenge when I go back there?” Loki smirks slyly.

Celeste smirks “Would you like the throne of Asgard?”

Loki laughs. “Well you have to admit, that would be quite a story for the ages, wouldn't it?” Loki chuckles again. “I could be the new king of Asgard, and you'd be my queen?”

“If you want!” She kneels and smirks. “My king.”

Loki blinks in a bit of disbelief. Was she really offering him the kingdom of Asgard? “...That's...that's quite the proposition, my lady. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

Celeste stands up again. “Is it what you want? Don't worry about me darling.”

Loki takes a moment to think. he couldn't help but consider it...he would be king, and she would be his queen. It would be the greatest honor possible. He chuckles a little, his smile turning into a grin. “I accept, my goddess.”

“Do you want Odin dead or as a slave?” She asks with an evil smile on her face.

“I do hate Odin, but I believe that killing him would be too great an honor for him. I think we'd make more of a statement by forcing him to be our eternal servant, and to know that we are his betters,” Loki says after some thought.

Celeste laughs evilly. “I can strip him of all his powers leaving him vulnerable. I'll make him kneel to you.”

“Which is exactly why I want it done. He deserves to have his entire being and pride utterly and completely shattered,” Loki smirks, still very much excited and pleased to hear the goddess of love offer to enact such revenge. “I'd be forever grateful, my goddess.” Loki's smile turns from a bit of a normal, polite smile into the type of smile one would only see as they were about to commit an outrageous act of evil. he had a little of a mischief in his eyes, a look of satisfaction and anticipation. “Do what you must, my darling.”

Celeste grabs his hand and teleport you two to the throne room of Asgard. Loki's grip on her hand tightens. seeing the great halls of Asgard always made him a bit uneasy, but today he was determined to make a scene. he leans in, his face getting close to hers. “Let's go give that old bastard what he really deserves, huh?”

Odin appears. Loki rolls his eyes, and lets go of Celeste's hand. He raises an eyebrow. “Odin, you old fool. How are you this fine day?” Loki stands with his hands behind his back, a sarcastic and mocking smirk on his face. “As of today, this throne and this kingdom is no longer yours. My rule has just begun.”

A maniacal laugh escapes Loki's throat. “I will lead us into a new golden age. With me, and my lovely goddess by my side.”

Celeste looks at Odin. “Your reign has come to an end, you old hag.”

“Well, you heard her.” Loki chuckles, still with his arms behind his back. “Get to kneeling, you old fool. I am the king now.”

“I will never kneel to a monster like you,” Odin yells in defiance.

Celeste strips Odin of his powers leaving him vulnerable. She forces him on his kneels in front of Loki.

Loki watches in awe, his smile widening. to see Odin now, brought so low. It was a sight he never thought he'd see. He laughs again, this time he was laughing in true glee. Everything was going his way, and there was no one who would ruin it. “Look at you now Odin, weak and vulnerable. You are powerless before the might of Loki, the new king of Asgard! You'll be forced to worship us, and you'll be forced to bend your knee to us and beg for mercy.” Loki's cruel smile widens before he laughs again, seemingly enjoying the entire situation immensely. Loki smiles, watching the great god, who, only moments, ago ruled the realms with an iron fist, as he now kneeling there before him, is whole demeanor had changed. he had become a shell of his former self...and Loki couldn't help but feel a rush of power and control as he towered over the once mightiest deity.

“Why don’t you sit on the throne.” Celeste says with a smile.

“Yes, my queen.” Loki smirks, his eyes glowing with pride. He takes a seat on the throne, crossing his legs at the knees. Loki then looks at the goddess to his side. “You should join me, my love. We can rule together, and make Asgard the greatest realm of them all.”

She sits on his lap and kisses him passionately.

#loki imagine #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki god of mischief #loki x reader fluff #loki drabble #loki headcanon #loki

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 11 months

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Bellona’s videos masterlist - movies - part 2 (Harry Potter, MCU, X-men, Kingsman, Lost Boys, Bill and Ted...) 97

The Avengers

Bruce Banner meets Natasha Romanov in Kolkata

Loki faces Black Widow

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

The Golden Daggers Club

Guardians of the Galaxy

“Bunch of jackasses standing in a circle”

Guardians of the Galaxy II

Drax and Mantis

Yondu Udonta’s funeral

Thor

Clint Barton/Hawkeye full appearance

Avengers: Age of Ultron

The Bartons

Captain America: Civil War

Natasha meets T’Challa in Vienna

Ant-Man

Scott Lang battles Falcon

Black Panther

Coronation of T’Challa - part one

Coronation of T’Challa - part two

Jabariland - part one

Jabariland - Part two

Avengers: Endgame

Clint loses his family

Scott Lang explains his plan

Clint travels back in time to see his family

Clint and Natasha arrive on Vormir

Natasha sacrifices herself for the Soul Stone

Tony Stark’s last message and funeral

Eternals

The legend of Ikaris

Ikaris, Kingo, Sersi and Sprite find Gilgamesh and Thena

Doctor Strange

The Ancient One fights Kaecilius and his zealots

Stephen meets Wong in the library

Mordo trains Stephen

Captain America: Winter Soldier

Elevator scene

First two meetings of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson

Elevator Fight & Escape full scene

The Zemo cut - part one

The Zemo cut - part two

The Zemo cut - part three

Iron Man 3

Tony meets Harley

Captain America: The First Avenger

Steve Rogers meets doctor Erskine

The “Grenade!” scene

“Not a perfect soldier, but a good man”

The shield

The Marvels

Monica awakens in a parallel reality/Kamala recruits Kate Bishop

Kamala, Monica and Carol learn to control the switch

Carol, Monica and Kamala arrive on Aladna

Werewolf by Night

The monster hunters gather at Bloodstone Manor

Jack transforms into a werewolf - part one

Jack transforms into a werewolf - part two

*****

X-2: X-Men United

Jean and Storm meet Nightcrawler

The students escape from the Xavier Institute during Striker’s attack - part one

The students escape from the Xavier Institute during Striker’s attack - part two

X-Men: The Last Stand

Hank McCoy meets Jimmy (Leech)

Warren refuses the cure and escapes Worthington labs

X-men: Days of Future Past

The Future X-men

X-men Apocalypse

Nightcrawler vs. Angel

Scott arrives at the Xavier Institute

*****

Harry Potter

Harry meets Ollivander

First flying lesson with madame Hooch

Harry, Ron and Hermione fight the troll

Harry meets Voldemort (and Firenze) in the Forbidden Forest

The Chess Game

Harry meets Tom Riddle

Harry and Fawkes fight Tom Riddle and the Basilisk - part one

Harry and Fawkes fight Tom Riddle and the Basilisk - part two

Harry learns to cast a Patronus

*****

Olympus Has Fallen

Melissa Leo as Secretary of Defense Ruth McMillan

*****

Outlander

Kainan arrives on Earth

"SHIELDS!"

*****

The Kingsman

Oxford, Conrad and Shola fight Rasputin

Conrad’s birthrday

Eggsy arrives at the Kingsman’s headquarters

Eggsy and JB

“The most dangerous job interview in the world” - part one

“The most dangerous job interview in the world” - part two

“The most dangerous job interview in the world” - part three

Eggsy vs. Gazelle

Eggsy’s table etiquette lesson with Harry

Meeting the Statesmen

*****

Lost Boys: The Tribe

Chris Emerson has a talk with Edgar Frog

Reverend Edgar Frog’s arsenal

Lost Boys - The Thirst

Alan is forced to drink vampire blood

Edgar visits Alan

Edgar & Alan Frog vs Peter “The Alpha”

“Now, Zoe, something I need to ask you…”

*bonus: Corey Feldman in Katy Perry's Last Friday Night

*****

Arrival

Ian Donnelly’s narration

*****

King Arthur

Prologue - part one

Prologue - part two

The Knights’ funeral and Arthur and Gwenevere’s wedding

“Land of Bears, Land of Eagles” full scene

The Knights leave Hadrian’s wall for their last mission

*****

Pacific Rim

Prologue

Raleigh arrives at the Hong Kong Shatterdome and meets the other Jaegers

Hermann & Newt drift with baby Otachi

*****

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure

Bill and Ted recruit Sigmund Freud, Ludwig van Beethoven, Genghis Khan, Joan of Arc and Abraham Lincoln for their history report - part one

Bill and Ted recruit Sigmund Freud, Ludwig van Beethoven, Genghis Khan, Joan of Arc and Abraham Lincoln for their history report - part two

Bill and Ted recruit Sigmund Freud, Ludwig van Beethoven, Genghis Khan, Joan of Arc and Abraham Lincoln for their history report - part three

Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey

Bill and Ted battle Death

Bill and Ted Face the Music

Deacon and Missy’s wedding

Billie and Thea recruit Jimi Hendrix and Louis Armstrong for their fathers’ band - part one

Billie and Thea recruit Mozart for their fathers’ band

Billie and Thea recruit Ling Lun and Grom for their fathers’ band - part three

*****

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bananavalana · 1 year

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Height differences for Shuake Myth x Folklore AU

I accidentally made Arsene smaller than Loki

#persona 5 #shuake #主明 #persona 5 royal #akechi goro #amamiya ren #バナナ主明パラレル

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, February 4th

MASTER: The order of Aurelius. We are the select, the elite. ANGELUS: And you live in the sewers, do you? MASTER: We live below, giving tribute to the old ones. Awaiting that promised day when we will arise. Arise! And lay *waste* to the world above. ANGELUS: Why'd you want to do that? MASTER: Huh? ANGELUS: Well, I mean, have you *been* above lately? It's quite nice. Me, I could never live in a rat-infested stink hole like this. Pardon me for saying so. But I gotta have meself a proper bed or I'm a terror.

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arseneandhismalefriends · 1 year

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For me in my mind the canon MLM persona 5 ships are Arsene x Robin Hood Zorro x Goemon and Captain Kidd x Loki

#p5 #persona 5 #p5r #persona 5 royal #p5 arsene #p5 Robin Hood #Arsene x Robin Hood #arsbin #p5 zorro #p5 Goemon #zorro x goemon #zoromon #p5 Loki #p5 captain kidd #Captain Kidd x Loki #lokidd

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Project Mockingbird Ch. 11

summary: the team leaves for a mission, Charlotte keeps training, a new friend is introduced.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: hiiii, finally returning to this story since my other one is wrapping up - go read it here (masterlist)! this one is somewhat uneventful, but I wanted to set things up for the next few chapters I have planned. there's a lot coming that I can't wait to write! let me know what you think - I am easily persuaded to write faster with positive affirmation LOL

tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes (let me know if you want to be added <3)

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It was the ass crack of dawn.

The hot coffee cup burned her hand as Charlotte stood in the Quinjet hangar, preparing to see her friends off for their mission. It was the first live action they’d seen in quite some time, the result of significant seismic activity from the other world tripping some of the sensors at the compound and piquing the team’s attention enough for them to want to check it out. After a day of heavy intelligence vetting and briefings, they were ready to take to the skies.

The sun’s earliest rays weren’t even close to breaching the horizon at this hour. Charlotte wasn’t even sure why she woke up to see them off. She hadn’t gone to any of the mission intelligence meetings all week, despite the open invitation. After insisting she didn’t want to be a member of the team, it seemed counterintuitive. The lines were admittedly blurred, seeing as she trained with them in combat simulations almost every day of the week. The SHIELD agents weren’t nearly a challenge for her, and the team was almost…too much of one. Over the past few weeks, she’d obliged Bucky. She’d been working with him on the side, learning skills she couldn’t just mimic.

He’d taught her everything he knew about weaponry, dating back to the first war he fought in. Charlotte wasn’t sure why they had antiques like that on the property at all, but she supposed it was helpful to know. After a week, she knew how to load, unload, clean, and fire just about every weapon on the entire compound. Bucky’s favorite had been the long range sniper arsenal, something she wouldn’t have guessed. Someone who was so skilled at hand to hand combat, preferring to take his shot from being hidden in the woods. Ironically, that would probably end up being her position should she ever go into a live mission. It would allow her to use her precision and heightened senses without putting her body at the same risk as hand to hand would. They both seemed to acknowledge that, so they spent extra time on sniper training. When it was all said and done, she could shoot an apple out of Peter’s hand while he swung across the lake from half a mile away. Even Bucky looked impressed.

They’d gone over other languages, he taught her the three he knew. She took it upon herself to learn a fourth, pulling an all-nighter out of spite after their lesson the previous day ended in an argument. While that wasn’t uncommon for them, it still filled her with rage and a bitter desire to tell him to go to hell. Which she did, by showing up the following day having perfected the three languages he was teaching her and an additional one, making her the second most fluent on the team behind Natasha. No one really even knew all the languages she spoke.

Lately, it had been a mix of strategy and intelligence. They’d go through mission plans and “intercepted” intelligence, and work through coming up with a team strategy. For someone who never seemed to want a leadership role on the team, it was clear that it came naturally to him. There was more to it than she ever thought, this type of training made her feel the most naive. She’d come up with an entire strategy, only for Bucky to immediately point out the flaw that would get half her team killed. She always thought she was smart, but when it boiled down to it, she’d always been able to memorize or mimic her way through difficult situations. Even back in the casino, she wasn’t Rainman. She just memorized the rules and executed basic strategy, increasing her bets when it was favorable. In battle or mission strategy, there was no one to copy. Nothing to memorize. No rules or guidelines or anything to help her along the way. She had to learn to reason, to think through every outcome in a split second, to understand how an enemy might think and head them off. It was grueling, frustrating, and led her nearly to blows with Bucky at the end of every session.

It wasn’t that they didn’t get along, necessarily…it was more that his teaching style didn’t align with her learning style. He was direct, intense, no-nonsense. She was used to picking things up perfectly on the first try, leaving her frustrated from the jump with things that didn’t follow that rule. His intensity and her agitation usually led to her feeling like he was talking down to her, making her hostile and him annoyed. But they stuck with it, showing up day after day.

This week had been the first in nearly a month that they hadn’t met multiple times, with Bucky being occupied with briefings for this specific mission. Maybe that’s why she showed up this morning to see them off. It had felt surprisingly quiet and solitary without being in training with them all every day. So here she was, coffee in hand and eyes still heavy, waiting to say goodbye for a few days.

The entire compound hummed with a sense of purpose as everyone geared up for departure, their first mission in a while. The hangar was a flurry of activity as engineers prepped the jet for takeoff and triple checked the arsenal onboard. The team stood in their locker-room of sorts, finishing their own prep. Charlotte stood in the doorway, watching them prepare. Steve slung his shield over his shoulder, clicking it into place on his back. Nat was doing a quick check on her Widow’s Bite wrist packs, ensuring maximum destructive potential. Sam and Wanda were both already dressed, but seated on the bench beside each other, looking less than awake at this hour. To her right, Bucky moved slowly. Not due to fatigue or lack of caffeine, but some haunting sense of deja vu that seemed to plague him in the moments he suited up. Sliding a gun into his thigh holster and another into the strap on his back, he turned. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were glazed. Like he was somewhere far, far away from the locker room. She knew the feeling.

“Earth to Barnes,” She quipped, raising an eyebrow. His gaze met hers and seemed to snap back to the present moment.

“Good morning sunshine.” His tone was dry.

“I guess this means I’m off the hook for training today, huh?” Her tone was light, baiting him.

“You could practice on your own, you know.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, but I could also not do that and spend the day basking in the sunshine on the dock instead.” She pretended to weigh her hands. “Tough call.”

He looked her disapprovingly but said nothing, not acknowledging that she was fully dressed in her training uniform, and stepped around her to head to the Quinjet. She tried not to take it personally that he wasn’t in the mood today. He was probably getting in the zone, or whatever they did before missions. Although she initially declared her disinterest in this when she joined the team, a subtle feeling of exclusion gnawed at her.

"Hey, Cap," Charlotte said, a small smile playing on her lips as she shook it off and approached Steve. "Bring me back a souvenir, okay?"

Steve grinned. "Count on it, Charlotte. You take care of things here."

The banter between them felt easy, familiar. The team had never pressured her or questioned her decision to stay out of active duty. Yet a seed of doubt lingered in her mind. As Natasha passed by, loading a small handgun, Charlotte followed her out.

"Don’t have too much fun without me." Charlotte remarked.

Natasha smirked. "Yeah, it’ll be a real rager. I should be saying that to you."

“Yeah, me and all the agents who are so fond of me. Things’ll really get crazy around here.” She rolled her eyes.

“We’ll be back before you know it.” Nat paused at the foot of the ramp, hair blowing as the engines began to roar to life. She gently bumped Charlotte’s shoe with her own. “See you in three days.”

“Go kick some ass.” Charlotte forced a grin.

The other team members filed up the ramp after her, murmuring various goodbyes and patting her on the back. It was only three days. An intelligence mission. She wasn’t sure why it felt like she was sending them off on a years’ long voyage.

As the ramp began to ascend with a hiss, she caught a flash of dark hair walking inside the jet. Bucky locked eyes with her, pausing briefly. Charlotte gave a half-hearted salute to him, hoping to elicit a grin. He simply nodded and continued on.

The engines flared and the jet soared out of the hangar. The silence that followed was deafening. Around her, SHIELD agents began to return to their posts now that the jet had taken off. She could see small groups of early risers beginning to arrive at the compound, reliving those who’d worked the night shift. The sky had only just turned from black to a dark blue-gray, sunrise still an hour or so away.

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways, Charlotte decided to go for a run. She downed the rest of the coffee, still hot enough that she felt it all the way down to her empty stomach. She was already dressed in training gear, but another thought crossed her mind. Turning on her booted heel, she headed back for the locker room.

Just about anything the team would need for any mission ever lived in this room. It was a long room, with alcoves built into the sleek walls every few feet for a new team member. In each person’s equipment bay, they had 2-3 training suits, and 1-2 combat suits hanging. Several drawers near the bottom housed various bits of gear specific to each person. Nat had ample supplies to restock her Widow’s Bite, while Bucky’s was full of ammunition. Of course, there was an entirely separate wing of the engineering building dedicated to housing the massive amounts of weapons manufactured here, as well as developing new tech. This was just where the most commonly used things got to go.

Standing in front of her own locker, Charlotte crossed her arms. Just like everyone else, she had two training suits hanging, the third on her body. A second pair of lightweight combat boots sat at the base. She tugged open the drawer and found a few holsters she’d worn for a training exercise, but nothing else. Why would she need her own artillery if she wasn’t going on missions? The only reason she was given a locker here was because she no longer trained with the SHIELD agents.

Taking a deep breath, she stalked to the back of the room where she knew extra equipment would be kept. Right where she knew it to be, a thick tactical vest hung in an empty bay. She pulled it on and pinched a button down by her ribcage, the tech immediately cinching it to her body. In a few moments, the lightweight vest was full of at least twenty pounds of firepower and ammunition. Several more were strapped to her legs. The one thing she’d forgotten…shit. A hairtie.

I’ll bring it back later. She thought to herself as she plucked one out of Wanda’s drawer and pulled her hair into a tight bun at the base of her head. It was early enough that no one was around to notice her armed to the teeth before sunrise. Good. She didn’t need anyone asking questions or pressing her for this silly urge. She looked left and right before breaking into a light jog towards the trailhead into the forest.

She might not be an Avenger, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t train like one.

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Charlotte walked with purpose through the compound, her mind still focused on the training session she had just completed, notes with things she could improve running through her mind. It was mid-morning, the compound cafe a flurry of activity as the day picked up. She barely paid attention as she made her way to the coffee machine.

“Didn’t get called up to the Major Leagues?” A voice sneered from behind her. Charlotte didn’t have to look to identify the agent taunting her.

Charlotte shot back, "Someone had to stay here to babysit."

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. We’ve all heard about your defects.” She taunted. “I guess HYDRA lost their touch after Barnes. A one-hit wonder.”

She grit her teeth but ignored them, not wanting to get baited.

Another agent chimed in, "Yeah, we've got Captain America and the Winter Soldier, and they still felt like we needed another lab experiment. Maybe it’s part of some charitable outreach program?"

It was all Charlotte could do to keep from crushing the cardboard cup in her hands. In through your nose, out through your mouth.

“At least her collar is cute.” One of the agents boldly leaned against the counter next to her and flicked her bracelet.

Fuck it.

In a split second, Charlotte had the agent by the throat, pinned to the cabinets behind her. With her free right arm, she swung an elbow back, hitting the agent she knew was standing there. He cried out as his nose crunched and began to gush blood. Shifting her weight, she kicked backwards with her right foot and caught the final agent square in the abdomen, spilling her coffee and knocking her on her ass as she struggled to catch her breath. Charlotte’s eyes flicked to the agent she still had pinned to the wall, now kicking her feet as her eyes turned red.

Her right fist curled, ready to strike, but a commanding female voice cut through the noise. "Enough!"

A woman with a no-nonsense demeanor emerged from the crowd that had gathered. She wore a white coat, indicating her role in the science department. Charlotte recognized her from the lab, but couldn’t recall ever interacting with her. The agents that stood gawking dispersed and scurried back to their duties. She was pretty, her tan skin and dark hair striking. She was smaller than Charlotte, but had a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude that stood six feet tall.

"I suggest you all remember where you are and who you're speaking to. Disrespect towards a fellow agent won't be tolerated," she warned, her tone sharp. “By us, or by the fellow agent.” Her eyes flicked to Charlotte’s, the slightest smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Charlotte slowly lowered the female agent to the ground, releasing her grip on the woman’s throat. She collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath.

“You should be thankful you were at Ms. Rossi’s discretion today. If I were in charge of your discipline, my recommendation would be dismissal from the program altogether.” Their eyes widened at her threat, one of them still trying to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. The woman looked at Charlotte inquisitively. “Unless Ms. Rossi still feels that recommendation is warranted?”

Three sets of eyes, simultaneously fuming and pleading, flicked to Charlotte.

“They can stay.” She picked up her coffee cup, completely undisturbed by the scene. “Consider it charitable outreach.”

“Very well.” She fought back a grin again. “Now, I suggest you get cleaned up and get to training before Agent Hill starts asking questions.”

The agents clamored to their feet and dispersed, shooting one last glare at Charlotte. As they walked away, Charlotte took a breath, willing the rage to cool down.

The woman who had intervened approached her. She offered a sympathetic smile. "Sorry about that. Some people here forget their manners. I'm Calla, from the science division."

Charlotte nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Calla. I'm Charlotte."

"I know who you are," Calla replied coolly.

"Right," Charlotte said, a mix of gratitude and wariness in her eyes. “I’ve seen you in the lab. Sorry I haven’t said hello, I’m usually there so Bruce can talk me out of decking someone.”

Calla waved her off. "Mind if I join you for coffee? Now that it’s quieted down around here.” She gestured to the oddly empty room.

Charlotte smirked. "It’d be a shame not to enjoy it."

They settled into a table outside, the spring sun warming their skin as it rose higher in the sky.

Calla took a sip of her coffee before diving into her background. "So, like I said, I'm Calla. I've been working with Dr. Banner for a while now."

"Bruce?" Charlotte asked, her curiosity evident. Clearly she hadn’t been paying close enough attention when she barged into the lab before.

"Yeah, the big green guy. We've been researching superhuman enhancements, trying to have an understanding so that medical technology can serve the enhanced community as well as the human community. My specialty is in genetics, neurology, cell mutation, the whole shebang," Calla explained.

Impressed, Charlotte nodded. "That's... intense."

Calla chuckled. "Yeah, you could say that. I was recruited by Bruce himself after I graduated from MIT. But before that, I served in the military for a few years. Did my first contract and left because I felt I couldn't innovate the way I wanted to. Found a home here, though. I’ve been living on the compound for the past two years."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "You live here? There are other residential quarters?"

Calla nodded. "Yep. Not many people know, they don’t want agents thinking they can just move in. There’s a small set of units above the lab. Bruce stays there sometimes, a few of the engineers live there. Maria has a room but she refuses to stay in it. Says she needs a break from this place.”

"I can see that," Charlotte chuckled.

The conversation flowed seamlessly, talking about the quirks of the team and life on the compound, her time in the military. She didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry to get back to the lap. It was Charlotte who checked the time, realizing she was late to a flight simulation. She’d made a personal goal of learning to fly a Quinjet before the team returned and a brave agent from the hangar that morning had offered to help her.

As they finished their coffee, Calla hesitated for a moment before blurting. "Oh, and I'm engaged to Sam Wilson."

Charlotte's eyes widened. "Wait, what? Sam as in the Falcon? He’s engaged?"

Calla grinned. "Guilty as charged. We met when he came in a couple weeks after I arrived and needed stitches, but the doctor on call wasn’t around. I helped him out, we talked about our experience serving, and we just never really stopped talking."

Stunned, Charlotte stared at her slack-jawed. “This whole time, Sam, Sam has had a whole fiance?” She thought through all the time they’d spent together, all the evenings she’d seen him in the common room. “So, when do you…?”

“I’m kind of a workaholic.” She shrugged. “We have breakfast together every day, he pops in between training sessions, we alternate between who shacks up with whom. Most of the time I make him come to me.”

“I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” Charlotte still gaped at her. “But he eats dinner with us every night…does that bother you?”

“He eats two dinners.” Calla laughed. “I think he honestly prefers it that way. That man is a bottomless pit.”

“So why keep it a secret?” Charlotte furrowed her brows. “And why tell me now?”

Calla toyed with the empty cup in her hand. “I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret. I was new here, and young, and didn’t want to get a reputation for being the new girl sleeping with an Avenger. I wanted to make a name for myself first. Sam wanted to shout it from the rooftops, literally, but he respected me. So we kept it a secret for almost two years now, although I’m pretty certain Natasha figured it out immediately. I told Bruce a while back. Other than that, you’re the first person to know.” She smiled. “To answer your question, I just figured it was time. What fun would a wedding be without any wedding guests.”

“Well, I’m honored.” Charlotte lifted up her empty cup. “To the future Mrs. Wilson.”

Calla lifted hers and grinned. “To those punk agents finally getting what was coming to them.”

#bucky barnes #avengers #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff

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