#sylvie laufeydottir x female reader

[talesofesther]

discover the beauty

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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Love That Could Have Been

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader, Sylvie x fem!reader?

Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Sad? Reader is just talked about, not present, mostly just angst

A/N: Wrote this a while ago, here you go!

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“What about you? Any Princesses? Or perhaps, princes?”

“A little bit of both.” Loki responded, eyebrows furrowed, looking to be deep in thought, seeming with mournful eyes.

Sylvie looked at Loki with a curious gaze, trying to figure out what the variant was thinking. She waited a moment before choosing to change the subject, but before she could open her mouth, she was cut off.

“Well… There was someone..” He mumbled, full of uncertainty and regret.

“Who?” Sylvie gently asked, not wanting to push.

Loki observed how Sylvie tilted her head trying to show her curiosity. He noticed a look in her eyes, a look of hope, love, and… Recognition? He wasn’t sure… Did she know who he was talking about?

“She- She was my everything.”

Something flickered in Sylvie’s eyes as he said that. Her head whipped up so fast he thought she might get whiplash and her eyes went wide, begging him to continue. After a moment of silence due to Loki’s surprise, Sylvie started, eyes pleading him to elaborate.

“She?” Sylvie offered.

“Yeah, She. She was the best thing I had.” He paused and looked at Sylvie, who looked down, reminiscing of something. Her eyes soft, which was new to him considering how she wouldn’t even trust him to stay on guard while she slept.

Now Loki was curious; what or who was she thinking of? Loki continued after receiving an eager nod from Sylvie, beckoning him to keep going.

“She was always there. Always on my side. Other than my mother, and I suppose my brother, she was the only one to truly love me, for me. There were three people in this world, or I guess timeline,”

Sylvie nodded at his recognition.

“that actually loved me. And she loved me the most. Even when she was not there, I felt loved.”

Loki looked up with happy, lovesick eyes and smiled before his expression dropped.

Sylvie had a look of sympathy in her eyes, like she understood; and maybe she did.

“She was an girl from another realm, a princess actually.”

At this Sylvie’s head shot up from looking at the wooden table with wide eyes. If she wasn’t already listening, she was now.

“I knew her ever since we were young. You see, since she was princess, she would often come on Royal business with her mother. So, when both of us weren’t needed we would go off on our own. Even then I had a fascination for her.” Loki boasted.

Sylvie and Loki both smiled at the thought of her.

“And her name was-“

“[Name].” Sylvie sighed, cutting him off. A saddened look plastered upon her pale face. Shock rippled through Loki as she finished his sentence.

“[Name]- Yeah- Wait, hang on. How do you know [Name]?”

Loki asked adamantly, unbelieving that Sylvie, a runaway Loki variant, knew the love of his life.

“Believe it or not, I am still a Loki variant. I knew [Name]. She used to come to Asgard when I was little too. We used to so much together. I often asked for her to stay over and we would have sleepovers…”

Sylvie said, mumbling the last sentence.

Crossing her arms and resting them on the table, she smiled at the table before sighing. Her eyes darting around as if to not keep eye contact. The comfort she once had seemingly left her body; like a criminal leaving a crime site.

Loki was gazing at the table, the corners of his lips quirked upward softly. His chest rose and fell in a calm and steady rhythm, like he was at peace just thinking about the princess.

“I… I asked her to marry me.”

Loki said slowly, eyes flickering between Sylvie and the table. Sylvie gently rested her head on the table over her crossed arms. Sylvie brought her eyes to meet Loki’s, nodding slowly, letting him know to continue.

“She was on Asgard and we had been together for a few years by then…”

Loki let a long breath and softy smiled.

“She had just been talking with Thor regarding Asgard’s allies and I asked if I could pull her away for a moment,”

Loki paused, sighing before continuing.

“When Thor agreed, I took her to the garden. There was just the most beautiful flowers there, it was perfect. She…She looked curious and ever so slightly concerned. She- She really cares about me.”

Loki said smiling, whispering the last part softy, like a well kept secret.

“I told her that she was the best thing that ever happened to me, and that ever since I was young, she was always there for me.”

Sylvie smiled softly, and nodded gently, as a sign she was listening.

“I got down on one knee and pulled out this beautiful gold ring that held an emerald. She looked at me like I was pranking her, but none-the-less, she had tears swelling in her eyes. I said ‘[Name], you have cause me the most joy I have ever had and I hope I can cause you that much joy, forever more…Will you marry me?’” Loki finished.

Sylvie watched Loki closely, waiting for [Name]’s answer.

“Well?” Loki looked at Sylvie and chuckled softly.

“Well… She didn’t believe me at first…” Loki chuckled, a look of fondness in his eyes.

“I don’t blame her,” He continued.

“I am the God of Mischief. After she looked at me like I was pranking her, she pulled me up and kissed me. Saying how if I were lying that she wouldn’t talk to me for a month.” Loki said, chuckling again.

“I said that I would never joke about this. And instantly she said, ‘yes’.” Loki said, beaming at Sylvie

Sylvie smiled back at him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Loki noticed this, tilting his head slightly, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sylvie avoided his watchful eye, finding the table in front of her suddenly very interesting.

“Did… Did you… Did you marry her?” Sylvie asked softly,-which was very out of character for her- eyes full of hope and longing.

Loki looked down at the table, the smile once on his face had fallen.

“Yes, I did but…” Loki sighed.

“But?” Sylvie offered again.

“But about two weeks after the wedding, is when Thor was to be crowned king. That’s when my jealousy got the best of me. And when I let the Frost Giants in Asgard.” Loki finished, eyes drowning in regret.

Sylvie opened her mouth like she was going to say something but quickly closed it, deciding against it.

“Shortly after is when I faked my death. I haven’t seen her since.” Loki added, letting out a deep breath, head lowering.

“What happened?” Sylvie asked carefully, leaning closer to make sure she hears everything.

“My nexus event was me escaping with the tesseract during the alien attack on New York.” Loki explained slowly.

“I was supposed to go back to Asgard with Thor. My mother was too die and I was to be in a prison cell. I was to be aloud out to help Thor’s Midgard girl, where I faked my death again. I took on the role of Odin and [Name]was always by my side.” He said smiling.

“I was to meet my sister, Hela, with Thor and help fight her, trying to protect Asgard and [Name].”

Sylvie looked at the table once again, and sighed.

“It looks like happy endings with [Name] are just not in the cards for us.”

“I guess not.” Loki replied dejectedly.

The two were silent for a while after, both reflecting on the choices in their lives. And how in the galaxy did it come to this, being on the run from the TVA for ‘straying’ from their predetermined timelines.

And why could they not be happy.

A/N: Another fic just in my drafts, need to let them out and fly! Hope you like it!

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[timelessstardust99]

Cuddling at the end of Time| Sylvie L. x Fem! Reader

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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[hrefna-the-raven]

Chapter 1 - Glorious purpose (part 3)

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Chapter 1.1 - Glorious purpose

Chapter 1.2 - Glorious purpose

Words: 777

Loki sat in the sparse room, his eyes fixed on the concrete wall, observing the projection that came from the machine on the table. The feeling of being trapped here for an eternity clung to his being but then again, time meant nothing in the premises of the TVA. He had just witnessed his mother's death, Asgard burning, and then, his own demise, all happening in another reality where he had chosen to not escape with the help of the Tesseract.

Runes wavered on the projection on the wall, repeating themselves over and over again, as if trying to convey some hidden message. Mobius, stepped closer and rested a hand on Loki's shoulder.

"I don't know why but I felt the urge to show you this", Mobius spoke calmly, "it's like there's a cloud in my head, covering what could lead me to the truth, what could unveil the meaning I crave for, how all this makes sense."

Loki stayed silent, his mind too busy working rapidly to decipher the meaning behind the runes to even acknowledge what Mobius just told him. He knew that these visions held some significance, they had to be linked to the voice that only spoke to him, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was. The more he stared, the more the symbols seemed to shift and swirl, almost as if alive, urging him to finally accede their meaning.

"Listen I can't offer you salvation but maybe I can offer you something better", Mobius continued, "help me find out what is happening here, why I feel like we were fated to meet and what is up with all the strange things happening at the TVA lately."

Suddenly, something clicked in Loki's mind, and he gasped in shock.

"Find me", Loki whispered, almost chuckling as everything seemed to fall into place.

"What?", Mobius turned Loki around to face him.

"It makes...SENSE!", Loki proclaimed, laughing at the realisation that he wasn't on the brink of madness and his mind still worked perfectly fine, in fact he'd even claim it worked at peak performance.

He meandered past Mobius towards the table, his hands ripped a piece of paper from the notepad, took a pen and started scribbling.

ᚠᛁᚾᚾ ᛗᛁᚱ – finn mir

"Find me", he exclaimed, holding the piece of paper proudly up.

"I might repeat myself here but what?!", Mobius' tone shifted to slight annoyance as he felt like he failed to see something here.

"The runes at the end of the projection, it's Old Norse, they can be translated to find me."

"I can't see any runes", Mobius' eyes darted between the projection and the paper in Loki's hand.

"That just confirms my theory!"

Loki slaps the paper on Mobius' chest, slumping down in the chair, crossing his arms as his mouth formed a victorious grin.

"Listen pal, " Mobius huffed, "I don't have the faintest clue what you're talking about but a fugitive Variant's been killing our Minutemen. That Variant is-"

"Me", Loki interrupted him.

"Yes."

"Before your men brought me here, I heard a voice, someone has been talking to me, warning me, in Old Norse", he slammed his hands on the table, "I still hear the voice here, I see message nobody else sees, you don't even know why you had to bring me here and show me this particular projection but I know, ooooh I know it all know!"

An almost manic laugh escaped Loki's throat, the recognition of his brilliance swelling up in a pride in his chest. Mobius' eyes flickered, pupils disappearing as Loki glimpsed in shock at empty white eye balls as the agent's head abruptly fell back before moving up again, the eyes now filled in a glowing green mist.

"It took you long enough, God of Mischief", Mobius' mouth twisted into a weird smile that didn't seem to be his own.

"You're another version of me", Loki leaned forward, his grin never faltering.

"Finn mir Loptr", the distorted voice spoke, "ok helpr mir. Together we can set this right."

The glow in Mobius's eyes disappeared, his hands shooting to gently massage his temples.

"What was that?", confusion engulfed his tone as he tried to parse what just happened.

"That Variant you're seeking, she is closer to the TVA than you think."

"She?", the agent asked hesitantly.

"She wants us to find her. What is the last weird memory you recall? Something you seem to remember but makes no sense?", Loki inquired calmly.

"A Renaissance fair in Oshkosh", Mobius shook his head in disbelief, "but in 1985."

Loki leaned back, his arms crossing triumphantly.

"Well I guess we're going on a field trip to me."

Old Norse translation:

(please be gentle, I'm not an expert concerning the conjugation of a dead language^^)

ᚠᛁᚾᚾ ᛗᛁᚱ – finn mir - find me

ok helpr mir - and help me

Loptr - other Old Norse version of Loki's name

Chapter 2 - The Variant coming soon....

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[stuckybarton]

Company Party

SUMMARY: Now secretly married in the eyes of the law and of the state, but only engaged in the eyes of the public, it was during one of his company's many parties that he has finally introduced you to the much safer and more legal part of his business. But it didn't mean there weren't a few pest along the way. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Sylvie Laufeydottir; Thor Odinson. WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Public Sex; Bathroom Sex; Oral Sex (F! Receiving) Unprotected P in V; Dirty talks; Creampie; Bitchy Workers. WORDS: 5,735

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"You look beautiful, Wife." Loki purred against your ears as you continued to get ready for the party the company had set up to celebrate a great quarter.

It was also, the very first time you would actually be officially introduced as Loki's fiancé--instead of the café owner that would frequent the boss' office as random times of the day. You had always heard several rumors about you, more often than not there were never true but it always did give you a good laugh whenever you would see the gossipers making their way to the café and even more surprising was the fact their boss was also in the café acting like a complete goof for you.

But now things were different, you were now a Laufeyson, at least by the government standards you were. The big ass engagement ring and the slightly more discreet wedding ring made it evident. You were just hoping it wouldn't be something you had to be dealing in anything more than for social gatherings. You had made it perfectly clear with your husband that you did not want to change anything about your work now that you were married to him, things would remain the same and he was fine with it for as long as you would allow the watchful eyes of your guards be in the confinements of the café when he wasn't there with you. You agreed knowing your husband has his fair share of enemies.

"And you don't look too bad yourself, Laufeyson." You smiled turning to face your husband, eyes lingering at his darkening looks resting towards you. "How do I look?" You wondered shyly.

He never said a word, but instead allowed his hands to do all of the talking. Cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him, the steely erection digging through his pants was enough of an indicator of how much your husband loved the sight of you in green. His hand rose, the prickle on your skin grew evident as his hands now rested on the exposed part of your back. You had been cheeky this time around with your choice of dress, something that covered your neck to your chest, but exposed far too much of your back. It was enough to drive men crazy, but it was all of the sake of the man in front of you.

"Good enough to eat, My Love." He growled, leaning in closer to you. his breath fanning against your cheeks.

"Behave." You playfully pushed him away, knowing where his train of thoughts was heading and it was not the route you wanted to deal with after all the preparation you had to make to look even decently presentable for what was to come for tonight.

"You can't just leave me hanging like this." He spoke playfully, hands still very much resting on your exposed back.

"If you're a good boy, you'll get your reward." You incentivize seeing the sparkle in his blue eyes. "Deal?"

"I have you for two days and neither of us are leaving the confinements of the bed?"

"Maybe." You spoke coyly, finally giving in to your uncle's request of taking the month off to enjoy being newly weds for once with your husband. But that will be something you'll tell him after dealing with the party.

"Deal." He sealed the agreement with a kiss that had taken your breath away, like always when it comes to the man.

Eventually the two of you had made your way to the car that would drive you to the hotel where the party was to be held in. It had started hours ago, but being the Chairman and CEO, Loki loved to be fashionably late to said parties. All throughout the ride, your husband has been nothing but touched starved for you and for good reason. Having to be in the café and bakery for longer hours in preparation for your month off, it was only during this party that you and your husband would be together in a much more extended time than usual. You continually kept him in check when his hand slid far too high on your thighs, and every little filth that would come out of his mouth was momentarily ignored knowing what was to come tonight.

Eventually halting by the valet, your husband had slipped out first and opened your side of the car door to help you out. A smile on your face seeing how far he had come along since you had first met him. You didn't believe his family when they said it was your doing seeing the changes in him, if he truly wanted to change he will with or without you in the equation.

At the first sight of the flashing lights had you in a whirlwind as you were quickly guided by your husband inside, ignoring the numerous reporters that were hellbent in finding out who you were and what was the big ass ring around your fingers. This number of reporters took you by surprise, you know your husband was knowing throughout his business, but never to this extent knowing what he does behind the scenes.

"Should I even ask what that was about?" You playfully inquired your husband as soon as you were both in the safety of the reception. A few wandering eyes had been on the both of you.

"The Curse of the Odinson-Laufeyson name." He muttered. "It's become tamer over the years, that much I can assure you." He smiled before his face fell into a far too familiar cold mask that you had learned early on he uses to continue this façade in front of his employees and would-be enemies that would do anything and everything to see his downfall.

"Good thing I can share your burden with a glorious purpose." You smiled allowing the usher to finally escort you the banquet hall for the party.

Darcy was the first to greet the both of you, finally pulling away from your husband's grasp since your arrival, you had hugged your friend and complimented her for the black number she had on. Quick to inquire about how things had been going between her and your sister-in-law, Sylvie. A smile growing bigger on your face as she tried her best to ignore your question and instead focus her attention of Loki that was slightly amused by your line of question, probably doing the same to his younger sister when he comes to visit her.

"You're speech will be in a few hours, still can't convince you about the script we have written?" Darcy inquired.

"It's not needed." Loki brushed off before his attention return right back to you. "Drinks?"

"Champagne if they have it." You smiled and watched as your husband kissed you square on the lips for everyone in the party to see before leaving you with Darcy to continue with your conversation. "Well?"

"We're taking things slow." Darcy muttered. "I'm still preparing for the shit people around could throw at me for dating the boss' sister who was also to some degree is also my boss." She muttered.

You felt for Darcy, even without having worked in company yourself. You had always and constantly been called names after constantly being seen in the office without the boss truly confirming or denying your relationship with each other until now. Their words could be vicious, you don't doubt that Darcy would feel much worse being in the office in a much more extended time on a day to day basis.

"Me and Jane are always here if you need anyone to talk to. If you want why don't we schedule a mini-vacation for all three of us." You suggested, it would need a lot of convincing on Loki's part, but if it means reassuring your friend, you would do any means necessary to make it happen.

"Depends on your hubby's mood after the party." Darcy pointed out winking and you could only roll your eyes at the fact that her and your husband had once conspired to a surprise wedding for you a few weeks back. Now married without anyone knowing and planning for an actual wedding by next year, you were sure to make thing less complicated for anyone involved, expensive, but less complicated for everyone involved. "Come on you're still mad at me? Boss promised me I'd be your maid-of-honor if it was a success and I've got a killer dress just for the wedding too."

"Did you know that Loki also promised Sylvie that she will be the maid-of-honor while they were shopping for rings?" You pointed out making her mouth gape wide open earning a giggle out of you.

"That son of a bitch." She muttered and halted whatever else she was about to say when Loki returned with flute of champagne for you and for Darcy.

"Not drinking?" You had inquired seeing he was empty handed.

"I'll drink after the bloody speech is over." He muttered arm quick to wrap around your waist before turning his attention back to Darcy. "Keep me posted when it's time." He reminded.

"Yes, Boss." Darcy mock saluted before making her way rounds to socialize.

"Not in the mood to socialize yourself?" You teased your husband, taking measured sips not knowing who you would be encountering in the party and it was better to be as sober as you could with a little ounce of liquid courage to keep a straight face when needed.

"I much prefer to keep you away from the wandering eyes of the pigs in my company." he muttered and the giggle escaped your lips before you could even stop it. Him and his jealousy--possessiveness knows no bounds.

"Stop being a spoil-sport, Laufeyson." You teased, cupping his cheeks. "Here I thought you'd show me around and make me feel special." You teased knowing this had been the exact words he had initially stated when he told you he wanted you to be his plus one to the party.

He couldn't give his own quip at the booming voice of Thor and Sylvie took everyone's attention.

"You're fashionable late as always, Loki." Sylvie pointed out, pushing her brother away and wrapping you into a far too tight hug that took your breath away before you were pulled into another hug by Thor which was cut short by Loki that was quick to pull you right back into his arms. Again, possessive and jealous was the man's mood in this moment.

"Where is Jane?" You had found yourself asking, seeing no sign of your friend.

"Home, she is not feeling well." Thor looked far too happy to not have his wife with him. "Oh it's nothing bad, just some good news we hope to talk about tomorrow during lunch with Mother." he was quick to explain as you glared at him.

"Then a celebration is in order?" Loki quipped and your overprotectiveness over your friend had only made you realize exactly why the sudden absence. Loki quick to cover your mouth before you burst out the realization about Jane's pregnancy to the world. "I think it's best to keep it a secret from the people not part of the family." He points out playfully before finally pulling his hand away from your mouth.

"You two should start to socialize, I'm sure me and Y/N could have some time for ourselves for now." Sylvie smiled and before Loki could protest, you were pulled away by your sister-in-law and Thor was quick to drag him along with whoever would be keen on having a conversation with him.

Eventually losing sight of your husband, Sylvie was all smile as she continued to inquire about the wedding plans, at least the second wedding. It took a while for everyone to get around to the fact that you and Loki got married in your shared apartment without any of them present. But it was for the both of you at the time, you loved each other well enough to care less about the silly planning and elaborate designs that came with it. The second wedding would come eventually and you wanted your uncle to walk you down and your brothers to also be present for the wedding.

"Got plans for who will be your maid-of-honor?" Sylvie inquired.

You smiled and realize what this was about.

"If it's fine with you, I want you and Darcy to both be my maid-of-honor." You answered far to easily, amused with the blush that plastered her cheeks and it was better to compromised with the both of them. "Unless you don't want to help me and Darcy out."

"I'd love to!" She protest far too excitedly before slamming her hands on top of her mouth. "I mean, it's fine if Darcy is game with the arrangement." She backtracked to which you smirked about and a plan already forming in the back of your head for them.

"I've got a dress so most of the hard parts of the wedding is out of the way, why don't you and Darcy plan the Bachelorette party." You suggested. "Just not with the strippers like Jane's party, I don't want bloodshed on my party." You added playfully earning a giggle from the younger Laufeyson.

"I think I have something in mind and I'll talk to Ms. Lewis about it when I catch sight of her."

"I'm sure you will." You smirked and your eyes lingered on two women talking amongst themselves, but their eyes had been viciously glaring at your all throughout. It brought a sudden shiver down your spine at the sight of it. It was as if they were stabbing you with just their gazes.

They were typically the pretty types, taller-model like features and more of a display than a productive member of the company. You know their type, watching far too much rom-coms and series, you were wondering more if they actually worked for the company or if they were the plus ones that envied you for catching a bigger fish than they did.

"You okay?" Sylvie inquired following your gaze and the women now looking anywhere else but the both of you. "Ignore those two, they mean trouble, have been to Jane for a while before me and Hela had put a stop to it." She points out.

You blinked and this was even worse than you thought. They were always within your husband's time in the office. What would they do without you to see their antics. You know perfectly well the power and wealth your husband held, but it was nothing to the handsome face he was graced with. Everyone fawned over him and you could understand perfectly why, your jealousy for the women that would practically glue themselves to him made it evident. You trusted your husband that he will not be unfaithful to you, but it didn't stop the underlying possibility they would do any and every tactic to have their claws at him. A part of you has this feeling that they were the ones that had been spreading rumors about you in the office in your rare visits to his office for 'lunch' with him.

Before you know it, Sylvie had dragged you around, introducing you to everyone as Loki's girlfriend and fiancé, and proudly stating she was the favorite sister-in-law between the two sisters which you neither confirmed nor denied without facing the wrath of Hela if you catch sight of her.

It was refreshing to see everyone you've come into conversation with know you as the café and bakery owner and how they had often stopped by to sample your uncle's treats. It was a good conversation starter with a playful promise of discount if they showed their company id to the café. Eventually from the employees, you found yourself meeting some of your husband's higher executives you've also known had been involved with the other business. Conversation with them had been more civil and a little tense to your liking, as they know perfectly well that you know about your husband's other endeavors but were to afraid of scaring you off knowing about your husband's wrath if he catches wind of it.

Eventually when all of the important honchos and employees were done with, Sylvie had made it a point to introduce you last to the two women that had been eyeing you all night.

"Stacy, Lisa. Good to see the both of you in the party--uninvited." Sylvie snide and you tried your best to hide the smile from your lips. Sylvie can be terrible if she wants to be, to anyone that doesn't treat her family right--you were now part of that family it seems. "This is Y/N, Loki's fiancé." She introduced, pulling your hand closer to the two to see the giant rock around your finger.

"It's nice to meet you." The taller one, Stacy had spoke, but it was anything but nice from the fake smile she wore on her lips.

"We never thought you and Mr. Laufeyson would be serious." Lisa, the shorter bob-cut one pointed out.

"Nearly a decade together, I'm sure it was serious." You quipped downing the last of your champagne before returning the glass to the waiter roaming around. "He wouldn't have placed a ring on it, if it wasn't." You added, gaining much more confidence in front of the envious duo.

"But you know, things could change. Until there is a wedding, he can still change his mind." Stacy spoke offhandedly. "You never know, someone better might just pop and throw away the decade for the right reason." She smirked and that was enough to bring all the doubts and fear back in full force.

Loki could have any and every single woman he could have and yet she settled for someone like you. Someone with so much issues that you were yet to truly resolve all on your own, someone prettier, and a much more better background than yourself that would forever be stuck to being the owner of the café and the bakery.

"I think you went too far." It was Sylvie that had snapped at the woman's words. "How dare you say that to Loki's w--" You halted Sylvie's words. You and Loki had agreed to not yet tell the world about your marriage to prevent unnecessary hassle from everyone.

"It's fine. I trust Loki more than anything and he would rather kill himself that ever hurt me." You assured your sister-in-law, constantly hearing those words from your husband and was reassured as much, it was simply your own demons coming to haunt you in this moment and you needed a breather from everything, from the people that could and would possibly come between you and your husband if you weren't too careful.

Before Sylvie could say anything else, you had made you excuse to the bathroom to freshen up--when in reality did not want anyone to see you in the brink of tears in this very moment.

In your journey to the bathroom, what you don't realize was your husband seeing the entire interaction and was quick to follow you in your retreat, ignoring the conversation he was in at the moment. ~ It didn't take long for Loki to find your whereabout. The soft sobs echoing the female restroom was enough indicator to know where you were. Without an ounce of hesitation he had made his way inside and closing the door behind him. Anger coursed through his veins and he was contemplating with shooting the perpetrator's brains out would be a better way to get back or to simply embarrass them before firing them on the spot. But for this moment, his focus was on you, ensuring that you were alright before anything else. A part of him already wanting to ditch the party and just head home for takeout instead.

He pushed each of the cubicle until the last cubicle was locked and that was where you were. He knocked to which you gently pointed out that it was occupied--far too politely even in your tears.

"My Love, who do I need to kill?" He asked knowing it was enough to pull you out of the confinement of the cubicle. You did.

"I'm fine. No one needs to be killed." You pointed out, trying your best to wipe the last of your tears with the toilet paper you still held onto but with the tears still flowing it was hard to believe. It angered Loki more than he already was. He tried his best never to make you cry and someone of no significance to his life or to his company would do this to you. "I'm fine, it's just allergies." You lied.

"You are such a horrible liar, My Love." Loki pointed out with a smile. Hands have now come to cup your cheeks, thumbs slowly wiping away the remnant of your tears with his thumb. "Tell me what is bothering you, My Love."

"It's stupid." You muttered never once meeting his gaze and that alone had worried Loki even more.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to you and the tears." He continues to urge you. "Do not make me ask my own sister, because you and I both know she will tell me what I need to know when it comes to you and your wellbeing."

"You and your fucking power trips, Laufeyson." You snapped a semblance to the fiery woman he knows and loves. "It's nothing that you need to concern about, just some of the bitches that work for you thinking they have a chance with you."

"And you believe they do?" He snapped, annoyed that they had gotten to you like they did in this moment. "Do I need to remind you whose name you are you now? Or do I need to fuck you senseless all over again for you to understand that there will be no other woman for me but you?"

"I know that. Every single fucking day of my life with you, you remind me of the fact. I married you didn't I?" You snapped now shoving him away from you. "But that doesn't stop the fact that I wonder why you did marry someone like me. I'm a fucking hothead on a good day and a psychopath on the bad days yet you still want me when you can have any prettier models to your disposal that will never contradict you and never get on your nerves but you still chose me, planning a wedding behind my back even."

He sighed, throughout the years this was something Loki had learned was the baggage that came with his wife. You had your own issues, he had learned to live with it. Constantly assure you about his choices, about loving you. He had constantly believed it was the other way around when it comes to you. How it made him wonder why you would choose someone like him, the ghost of his past, the sins he was forever to do because of his line of work, the coldness that will never leave his very being, and darkness that will never see the light of day--all of his issue and yet you still chose him. Even after knowing his secret, you remained even when the opportunity to finally leave was already open for you--you stayed and you loved someone like him.

"My Love, nothing in this world would ever make me choose anyone else but you. After everything we have been through, the ups and downs, and all the trials and tribulation our relationship had been in, I would want no one else but you to be part of my life. I never wanted a wife or a child in my life until I met you. I never thought I would ever deserve the life that I want to have with you until now. You give this stone cold bastard a chance of a life away from what was presented upon me and I owe my life to you because of it. You make me the happiest, and with you I can become more human than the monster everyone paints me to be."

He had made his vows all those weeks ago, forever he will assure you of the love only you were capable of giving someone like him and he was not gonna stop now, more than ever you needed him and he will give you everything you would need to reassure you and to reassure of the relationship the both of you had throughout the years.

"I hate it when you get sappy on me like this." You muttered wiping the tears that started to fall from your eyes all over again. "You make me cry even harder."

He smiled pulling you back into his arms. He cared less at this point if you were ruining his shirt, he could buy a hundreds more, but it was in this rare moments together that he could truly ensure his devotion to you and to only you. ~ "No more, Loki." You whimpered against the cold tiles of the bathroom. Your skirt was practically bunched up around your waist and one of your legs had now rested on your husband's shoulder as he continued to eat you out for the better part of the hour.

But your husband wouldn't let up, kneeling in front of you and his lips and tongue had done anything and everything to bring you into the brink of cumming but never truly giving you your release. He was torturing you until you give in to him. The games that he plays and only he could win as soon as you relent and give in to him.

"Tell me who I belong to, My Love?" He demanded in between every lap his tongue had made.

"To me." You whimpered, muscles tightening as the climb to another unforgiving release you were uncertain if it would be given to you. "You're mine and only mine, Loki." You gave in, chanting the words you husband wanted from you before you know it he had stood back up into his full height, erection out and ready.

"Look at me, Y/N." He demands and you did, even as your legs were growing weak, you listened to him. Your eyes solely focused on the man and that was all you needed in the momentary lapse of doubt that swam in your mind. "Jump." He orders and you did.

Arms wrapped around his neck and your weaken legs wrapped around his waist as he finally impaled you with his cock. The fullness took you a moment to full adjust but as soon as you did, you pulled your husband into the much needed kiss. He rested your back onto the wall as he began to move his hips, hands held onto your waist for support as he fucked you like you were always meant to be fucked.

You could taste yourself against his lips. The taste of mint and Tabaco came after. Your hands dug onto his shoulder as he continued to hammer into your core. Even through the coat and shirt he had one, you were certain that you were breaking skin at how deep your nails were digging. He thrusted harder and you could do nothing at this point but to brace yourself in both the support of your arms around his neck and the cold title on your naked back--only now did you realize the mistake of choosing the backless dress.

"How could I ever want any other woman, when you are all I would want to pound into, My Love?" His filth had began, further bringing you closer to the brink.

"Don't stop." You demanded at this point, no longer caring at the possibility of anyone hearing you. All that mattered at this point was that your husband fucked you like his life depended on it, you can take care of the mess after. He pounded over and over, and your back had slid over and over the tiles without a care to the world. "I'm close." You announced already feeling the familiar coil begin to tighten at this point.

A rush had came as Loki chased his release alongside you own. Cum filling you in multiple spurt triggering your own release. Clamping yourself onto him as he slowed his movement and both of you were left sated. A smile, a genuine smile played on both of your faces. This was the last thing you had hoped to happen in the party, but your husband always has his ways.

"Better?" He asked placing numerous pecked all over your face. At this point you were certain your make up was ruined.

"Yup." You nodded, bracing against your husband's chest as he finally placed you back down, legs still jelly from his ministration of your body. "But I'm fairly certain your employees know we've been fucking in the Women's restroom." You pointed out making your way to the mirror and generally surprised that the only thing out of place was your lips stick.

Pulling out your lipstick from the inner pocket of your husband's coat, you tried your best to salvage it while your husband did his best to tuck himself back and help you out in slipping your panties on. His cum noticeable untouched as they dripped down your legs.

"We should get going, before Darcy starts looking for you." You finally point out slipping your lip stick back into his pocket and helping him in straightening his crocked bowtie. "Why the hell do you still look so taste even after fucking you in the bathroom?" You groaned earning a chuckle from him.

"Touché, My Love, touché."

The momentary silent between the both of you post-coitus was rudely interrupted at the sight of Darcy making her way to inside, panicking.

"There you two are! You're up in five minutes. Stop with the quickie!" Darcy snapped.

You chuckled and caught sight of the same women that had been the reason for the mess in the bathroom to begin with. You turned to your husband, pulling him by his bow tie and pulling him into a far too scandalous kiss for the two snakes to see.

"Knock them dead, Laufeyson." You teased patting him against his chest before following both him and Darcy out of the bathroom.

Only at the sight of numerous women waiting for the bathroom vacancy did it finally dawn to you what you and your husband had done.

"Before I forget." Loki had halted in front of Stacy and Lisa. "I do not want to see you in the company ever again. I will make sure the both of you will be blacklisted from every company in New York from now on." No longer was the humor and warmth in your husband's voice as he spoke directly to the two. It scared even you at this point, what your husband could be if truly provoked. "You would dare disrespect my wife in my own party?!" His voice grew dangerously loud at this point that you had to hold onto him before he does anything too rash.

"Loki, it's okay. I'm okay. We're okay." You reassured him but his focus was still on the two that were begging him not to make true of his words.

"You two are fired, I should have done this years now for what you have done to Ms. Foster and Ms. Lewis." He spat ordering his security to escort the two away as Darcy now had to drag the both of you back to the reception hall where Loki pulled you back into a kiss before making a jog to the stage just in time for his name to be called for the closing speech.

"I swear to God, Loki still has the antics of a teenager." You jumped at the sight of Sylvie now joining you and Darcy as the MC continued on with the introduction.

"You tell me, I had to wait before the coast was clear." Darcy agreed making you simply shrug at this point. No longer capable of defending yourself being caught in the act and having the both of them on your case.

You had to shush the two love birds when your husband was finally given the microphone and wanted so bad to know what his words would be for the success of the company in the quarter.

"The success of not only this quarter but the few years had been nothing short of astounding, not just to me but as well as the investors and each and every single employee. Constantly I was inquired what had changed, but all I could say is I have been thankful and took life in a much different perspective, different from what my father had made for this company, different from what his father before him had done. I am thankful for the employees that do their best for the company. To my family that had been working alongside me into moving the company into a far more different direction that what it was once known for and lastly, to my wife, Y/N Y/L/N, that had been with me all throughout this transition and had been someone I could confine with in nothing but our pajama about the numerous growing pains of the company and she would simply encourage me even in my growing frustration, but constantly made sure that what I did would also benefit the people working for the company. Thank you, My Love."

As he said the last sentence his gaze had been focused on you, and literally everyone else also did.

"Did he just--" Sylvie was left speechless just as much as you were.

Nothing else of his words were getting to you at this point, your idiotic but far too possessive husband had done the very thing that you did not want him to do. You were going to kill him, as soon as he got off the stage, you will kill him for the mess he was about to make out of your life in this moment.

"I'm gonna kick his ass for this." Darcy muttered, panicked for the PR team she would need to assemble because of your husband's words.

"Get in line, I got first dibs." You muttered.

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Who I write for:

Varying characters from RDR2 x Fem!reader <requests OPEN>

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader <requests OPEN>

Moonknight x reader ( Steven/marc/Jake/Layla ) <requests CLOSED>

Sylvie laufeydottir x Loki Laufeyson <requests CLOSED>

Remus Lupin x Nymphadora Tonks <requests CLOSED>

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• I am an 18+ blog because a lot of my writing contains mature/explicit content.

• reblogs really help me out! Always consider reblogging if you like any of my writing or dropping a comment even if it’s anonymously in my ask box! Comments and reblogs really help motivate writers <3

• criticism of my writing is not welcome here. Whether you think it’s constructive or not. I owe no one ‘improvement’ of my hobby also I will cry

• blank blogs are immediately blocked. At least have an age in your bio or something that shows you’re not just an empty spam blog

Requests, styles and themes I accept

• fem!reader. Sometimes what I write could be GN!reader but I always write with female reader in mind because I’m a female. It’s what I know and what I’m comfortable with.

• fluff

• smut ( be as feral as you want, I won’t judge )

• angst ( including death, violence etc )

I accept requests for one shots, drabbles, Headcannons or even just rambling little responses if you just want to get an idea out of your head and chat about it! I class drabbles as anything under 1k words.

If you are sending in a request please try and give as much detail as you can or elaborate a little on your ideas :) just sending in ‘ trope!character x reader ‘ is kinda useless to me cause what am I supposed to do with so littlleeee. Pleeaasseee try and elaborate even a tiny bit when you send in requests it helps me out a whole lot when I know what you actually want! 😊

What I will not write

• non-con / dub-con

• reader under the age of 20 ( I don’t usually mention readers age at all. But if readers age is something you want specifically mentioning. They must be an adult. And know that I am always writing with an adult in mind ) especially as all characters I write for are adults.

• AMAB reader

• anything relating to eating/ EDs. A bitch is in BED recovery not tryna get triggered.

• anything that would fall under racism, transphobia, reader being hurt/assaulted by the character you are requesting for, minors (if it’s by someone else that’s fine )

• I don’t particularly like pregnant reader so I’d rather not get any requests that feature that. But if you really want it let me see the request and I’ll see what I can do ☺️

I am a feral mf there’s not much I won’t give a try. But please remember I have a right to not do a request if I don’t want to

All request must be sent as an ask. I won’t acknowledge requests left in comments or in messages, it just makes it easier for me to have them all in one place.

Last of all please be patient. Have respect and basic manners when requesting something. I don’t write in the order I receive requests, I go on what spikes motivation first. So if your request is taking longer than you’d hoped, just be patient.

I have a right to ignore requests if I don’t vibe with it or you didn’t follow the rules above, without informing you. I’ll simply just delete it. Even just a hi/hello is nice! Remember I’m writing because it’s fun! In my free time. Don’t take the fun out of it for me.

If you you ever had any questions my ask box is always open

#hopefully this clears things up #tagging the ships I write for whether they are closed or not because I chnage the status all the time #tess servopoulos x reader #moonknight x reader #Steven grant x reader #layla el faouly x reader #marc spector x reader #sylki

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Alex’s Christmas Sleepover 2022!!!

Okay, okay, sooooo

Last year I started this way too late and I also, like, completely failed and didn’t get any of my story requests done, so I greatly apologize for that 😅😅😅 BUT to @shadyrunawaykingdom, @corner-emo​, and @sevenmillionpsychos​, if you still want the same stories that you requested previously, I will write them this year and they will be the very first stories that I put out from this. If you want a new story instead, just let me know and I’ll do that instead. If you’d like to request another story along with your previous one, that’s perfectly fine, just know that your new story requests will go into whatever list I have going after your previous requests are done. If you need a reminder on what story you requested last year, let me know and I’ll tell you!! 

So, now, here’s how things will go. Below, I’ll have listed the characters that I’m currently comfortable writing for categorized by fandoms, as well as different symbols relating to christmas and whatnot. You get to choose if you want a moodboard or story (if you pick story, you automatically get a moodboard as well, please keep that in mind), as well as what character or characters you’d like in it. If you want a story, you get to choose what type of story (smut, angst, fluff, comfort, etc. as well as any combinations - any characters I list that are canonically younger than 18, I will be aging up unless you ask for a scenario that requires them to be younger, just no asking for there to be smut while the character isnt aged up to 18+) as well as if you’d like a shorter story (Around 500-1,500 words) or a longer story (Around 2,000+). You then get to also add in any of the christmas symbols that I list and voila. I shall create something for you 😌

I do ask that you go through this whole post in order to create your request. Also, if you want a specific version of a character (ie, Emo!Wanda Maximoff, Dark!Lizzie Saltzman, Season 3!Eddie Munson, etc., etc..), then please let me know!! You can just fill out the information below and let me fill in the blanks with whatever comes to my mind or you can give me a specific scenario along with the other things as well, it's entirely up to you!!

Duration: 12/08/22 - 01/31/23

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Ships:

[Polyamorous ships are allowed for both of the following]

📖 - Character(s) x Reader (Please specify platonic or romantic)

👩 - Female, Transfemale

👨‍🦱 - Male, Transmale

🏳️‍🌈 - Enby, Other (Please specify)

🚢 - Character(s) x Character(s) (Please specify platonic or romantic)

Characters:

[Crossovers are allowed!!]

MCU:

✪ - Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

⍟ - Steve Rogers/Captain America

⎊ - Tony Stark/Iron Man

⧗ - Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

४ - Loki Odinson

🕸️ - Peter Parker/Spiderman

➳ - Clint Barton/Hawkeye

ᱬ - Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

⩔ - Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America

🥂 - Pepper Potts

🔫 - Yelena

🏹 - Kate

🥥 - Bruce Banner/Hulk

🍄 - Jen Walters/She-Hulk

🪄 - Dr. Stephan Strange

🔨 - Thor Odinson

🐍 - Sylvie Laufeydottir

🦯 - Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Stranger Things:

🌼 - Robin Buckley

🐉 - Mike Wheeler

🤱 - Steve Harrington

📷 - Jonathan Byers

📒 - Nancy Wheeler

🍃 - Argyle

🍁 - Gareth Emerson

🧠 - Dustin Henderson

👮‍♂️ - Jim Hopper

🎸 - Eddie Munson

😇 - Joyce Byers

🏀 - Lucas Sinclair

👙 - Karen Wheeler

🦸‍♀️ - El/Jane Hopper

🎶 - Max Mayfield

💏 - Will Byers

📣 - Chrissy Cunningham

🇷🇺 - Dmitri Antonio

🥃 - Murray Bauman

Lucifer:

😈 - Lucifer Morningstar

🥀 - Rory Morningstar

👑 - Chloe Decker

🚓 - Dan

🥽 - Ella

💼 - Charlette

🔪 - Mazikeen Smith

🍎 - Eve

🎓 - Linda Martin

📿 - Amenadiel

The Originals:

🐺 - Klaus Mikaelson

⚖️ - Elijah Mikaelson

🪞 - Rebekah Mikaelson

🧿 - Freya Mikaelson

🪬 - Vincent

🔮 - Davina Claire

🗝️ - Camille O'Connell

👠 - Hayley Marshall

🏏 - Kol Mikaelson

🎀 - Aurora

🧨 - Keelin

🧬 - Marcel

Legacies:

⛓️ - Penelope Park

🧳 - Josie Saltzman

🗡️ - Hope Mikaelson

🧭 - Cleo

🚨 - Ethan

🚀 - MG

🎠 - Lizzie Saltzman

🥊 - Jed

♟️ - Ben

🎩 - Landon Kirby

🎸 - Finch

🔥 - Kaleb

For:

✍ - Story

Length:

📈 - Long

📉 - Short

Type/Genre:

😘 - Smut

🥰 - Fluff

🥺 - Comfort

😔 - Angst

💀 - Dark

🗡 - Mafia

😊 - Cute

😍 - Flirty

🌇 - City

🌄 - Country

🏖 - Vacation

💒 - Married/Wedding

💍 - Engaged

🐹 - Pets

😝 - Silly/Weird/Crack

😴 - Sleepy

🤒 - Sick

🥳 - Party

🤰 - Pregnancy

🛍 - Shopping

🍼 - Baby/Kids

⚔ - Era AU (Specify which, please, 1800s, 1860s, 1940s, 1980s, etc.)

🏍 - Bikers

👻 - Spooky

🦇 - Vampires

🎒 - K-12

🏫 - College

These were all the ones I could think of, but if you had others in mind, that's perfectly fine as well!

Remember, you can put together as much as you want as long as it makes sense!!!

🖼 - Moodboard

📸 - Number of Pictures

🌈 - Color(s) Theme

🧱 - Background Color

🚫 - No Background Color

Christmas Symbols:

🎄 - Decorated Christmas Tree

🌲 - Non-Decorated Tree

🎁 - Presents

🎅 - Santa Claus

🤶 - Mrs. Claus

🧑‍🎄 - Elves

🎶 - Caroling

🕯 - Christmas Lights

⭐ - Stars

❄ - Winter

☃️ - Snowman

🌿 - Mistletoe

🔥 - Fireplace

🍽 - Food

🍪 - Desserts

🦌 - Reindeer

🛷 - Sled

🧤 - Gloves

👒 - Hats

😌 - Blankets

👕 - Sweaters

🎂 - Holiday Desserts

☕️ - Hot Chocolate/Apple Cider

🌨 - White Christmas

⛸️ - Ice Skating

🧣 - Scarf

Again, if you can think of any others that you would like to use, I am perfectly fine with that!!

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Guys, you can request as many stories as you want, just remember that these things all take time!!! Just let me know what your requesting in a reply, ask, reblog, dm, etc. Anything at all!! Just please let me know!! And if you have any questions, definitely feel free to ask me!!!

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Who I Write for Currently:

Billy The Kid (Tom Blyth)

Coriolanus Snow (TBOSAS)

Sejanus Plinth (TBOSAS)

Rafe Cameron (OBX)

JJ Maybank (OBX)

below the cut : masterlists, disclaimer, request guidelines, emoji anons, etc.

DISCLAIMER

- I do not tolerate ANY hate, misogyny, racism, homophobia and etc. Most chances are, if you're rude, you'll be blocked. If you don't like my content, just unfollow, it's easy.

Main Masterlist

Tom Blyth & Characters

Sejanus Plinth

sej x reader x coryo

James Bucky Barnes

Captain Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Yelena Belova

Peter Parker

Matt Murdock

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Events

Fic Extravaganza

Favorite Comic Panels

Comic Reviews

Request Guidelines

ANONS;

💋, 🦢, 🐎, 🎀, 🦇, 🔮, 🧃, 🌸, 🎧, 🧢, 💦

#bucky barnes #loki #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #matt murdock #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #peter parker #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #billy the kid

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A/N: “People are quite willing in the face of certain doom.” I take your word for it, Sylvie! ;-)

Words: 1613 Warnings: smut, bi!Reader, mild exhibitionism, a little bit of angst

The rain was banging against the large windows like an angry monster with its claws digging right into the glass. The thunder and lightning urging it on to inspire fear, to inspire pure terror.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you shut your eyes tightly, imagining yourself in your warm and comfy bed reading a book and sipping a cup of peppermint tea. It only helped a little. What if you died today? What if the safe house they had brought you to didn’t withstand the storm? What if you drowned, what if a bolt of lightning struck you, what if the flood tore away the walls of the safe house and buried you beneath it?

You were cowering in a corner, away from the rest of the innocent people who had had to leave their flats and houses to seek shelter. You didn’t want to hear from anyone that you would get through this. If anything, you were angry. You were so young—you still had a whole life ahead of you, things to achieve, places to explore, activities to pursue. Now you were probably going to die before you could experience any of it.

Some volunteers were making their way through the crowd every now and then, handing out food and water but if you saw just one more strip of beef jerky you would probably cause a natural catastrophe yourself.

“Seat’s taken,” you spat when a cloaked woman moved towards you to make herself comfortable right next to you. You plunged your rucksack right where she had meant to sit, huffing in annoyance. No company, thank you very much.

The woman crouched down and tilted her head, allowing you to catch a glimpse of her face. She was beautiful. Blonde hair highlighting her dark roots and blue eyes sparkling with determination and mischief.

“You sound pissed.” She stated matter-of-factly.

“Hell, yes I’m pissed. I’m too young to die. This can’t be my life story.”

The woman suppressed a smile and sat down, ignoring how your rucksack was pressing against her lower back. “What’s your name?” You told her, just barely managing to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I’m Sylvie.”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.” You eyed her up and down, noticing her strange leather garments that resembled an armour more than a proper outfit.

“Well, I’m not.”

In her right hand, she was holding a device. “What’s that?” It looked like a tablet, only smaller and more… orange.

“Nothing, really.” You raised your eyebrows but when you realised she didn’t care to explain it to you, you shrugged. What did it matter? Unless it could magically take you away from here, it wasn’t particularly important anyway.

“Well… are you gonna leave me alone and let me sulk?”

Sylvie chuckled. “Probably not. I like you. Everyone else is just terrified. You sound like you would stop the flood single-handedly if only you could.”

You shrugged once more, glancing at her from the corner of your eye. She really was beautiful. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met.

“Maybe that’s why you should be celebrating instead. Make the most of your last moments on Midgard.”

“Midgard?” You frowned and scoffed. “There’s not exactly much left to do.”

“That depends. What do young women normally do to have fun around here?”

“Get drunk. Dance. Have sex.” Right. You were gonna die a virgin too. Oh, this was just great. Perhaps you should take Sylvie’s advice after all. “There’s no alcohol here. The only music I could dance to is the scared radio journalist’s voice warning people not to go outside and quite frankly…”

Sylvie raised her eyebrows and smirked at you.

“Oh my Goodness, what do you expect me to do, grab the nearest guy and have him fuck me? That’s ridiculous. None of these men even remotely qualify… nor do the women.” You added.

“I give you that. They won’t be in the mood for some fun.” Her smirk grew even wider, making you realise at once what she was implying.

“Seriously?”

It was Sylvie’s turn to shrug this time. She tucked away the weird device, turning towards you. Your heart was in your mouth by the time she put her palm on your knee and raised an eyebrow to ask for permission mutely.

You know what? Fuck it. She’s beautiful and cocky. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against hers, testing the waters. Sylvie kissed you in a way you had never been kissed, wrapping her free hand around the back of your neck to pull you even closer, playing with your hair in the process.

“Come sit on my lap,” she requested softly, her warm breath brushing against your lips. You nodded, straddling her so you could deepen the kiss. Sylvie slipped her tongue into your mouth. Gently at first, she teased yours and then became more demanding, fighting for the upper hand.

You could already feel your arousal pooling between your legs and heating your core, the urge to ride her thighs almost too overwhelming to resist and yet, when she sneakily reached down and opened the buttons of your trousers to slip her hand down your middle, you froze. Reluctantly, you broke the kiss.

“W-wait, woah. Don’t you think we should go… somewhere else?”

“No one’s gonna look. They’re all busy being scared.”

“I’m not exactly into voyeurism… let alone exhibitionism. What if someone does look?” But Sylvie had already buried her fingers between your folds, coating them with your juices. You whimpered when the tips of her digits ghosted over your slit, gathering even more of your arousal to focus on your clit. Small circles first, slowly, she pampered your sensitive bundle of nerves until the first moan escaped your lips. You fell forward, holding on to her shoulders and allowing her to kiss you again as she caressed your most intimate parts, unable to help yourself when you started grinding against her hand, urging her on to give you more.

Heavens… women just knew what to do down there. She played you like an instrument and when she added two fingers to the mix and curled them deep inside of you all the while her thumb kept massaging your clit, you were done for. Screw the others. You needed her to make you cum. And she was about to do just that.

Teasing your g-spot with every skilled movement of her digits, her thumb applied even more pressure. She knew exactly she had found the right pace to toss you straight over the edge when your moans turned into desperate pants and finally broke her kiss to breathe in sharply, suppressing a groan just barely in the process. Your legs started shaking when your orgasm hit you, your slick walls fluttering around her fingers as your toes curled in your shoes, endless waves of pleasure rippling through you. Sylvie helped you ride out your climax and as soon as you had come down from your high, she cocked her eyebrows, making you chuckle.

“Are you gonna return the favour?”

“Take off those weird trousers and I will.”

“I think they’re quite fashionable.” She argued.

You winked. “Not on Midgard.”

Sylvie rolled her eyes but obeyed you nonetheless, sliding them down her knees. She then almost gave you a heart attack by opening her legs when you sat back down on her, making you drop to the floor in front of her.

“Ow!”

She scrunched her nose up. “Sorry.”

“You could have just asked…” You grumbled, licking your lips when your eyes fell on her slick cunt that was now aligned with your face. You scurried into a kneeling position to get more comfortable, giving her a questioning glance. When she nodded, you dived in as if she was your last meal—and technically, she probably was.

Sylvie was just as wet as you were. Pleasuring her must have aroused her immensely, the very circumstance flattering you enough to ignore the fact you were currently on your knees for a woman you barely knew. She spread her legs apart even further, giving you more access as you licked her folds to taste her, giving her lower lips and her slit all the attention before you finally moved on to her clit. Teasing it with the tip of your tongue first, you soon wrapped your lips around it to suck on it gently. Sylvie dug her fingers into your hair, pressing your face even closer to her heated core.

You ate her out vigorously, eager to bring her the same bliss she had brought you and when she tensed up when you penetrated her with two fingers and fucked her enthusiastically, you knew she was close. Sylvie pressed her legs together when she came, trapping your head between them, daring you to stop now. Her wet cunt pulsed around your fingers and against your tongue as you helped her ride out her orgasm—and unlike you, she remained as quiet as a mouse.

“You alright?” You choked out when she finally released you. Sylvie nodded curtly, moving to get dressed again. Come to think of it, that was what you should probably do as well before someone noticed your bare behind.

“Now that was lot more fun than sulking away and waiting for your doom, wasn’t it?”

You chuckled. “Yeah… yeah, it was. Talk about releasing tension…” You paused. Not gonna die a virgin anymore now. “If we make it out of this alive, will I see you again? You know… to have a coffee, maybe?”

Sylvie smiled sadly and almost… bitterly. “You just might.”

-

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader (Marvel)

Series

Blue Monday - Loki Laufeyson x Reader (Series)

Summary: Loki and TVA!Agent Reader team up on an epic quest, one where Loki believes Reader is actually his long-lost love.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

In Case We Don’t Live Forever - Loki Laufeyson x Reader (Series)

Summary: The TVA brings in their most unlikely variant yet - a supermodel.

Teaser

Chapter One

One-Shots

I Put a Spell On You... Loki is convinced Wanda has put a love spell on him.

Memory … Loki helps Witch!Reader uncover a memory.

Lovely … Loki and Witch!Reader brew a potion.

Put a Finger Down … Loki tries a TikTok challenge.

Your Song … Loki does karaoke.

Wine Tasting … Loki takes you to Asgard.

Wake Me Up … Loki has nightmares.

Ice Cream … Loki never eats ice cream in front of you. You figure out why.

Home Renovation … Loki and Reader decorate Avengers Tower.

Spa Day … Loki misses being pampered.

Ms. Who … Loki meets Doctor Who and the Doctor’s companion.

Champagne Problems … Mobius tells Loki about you.

Cosmic Mistakes … Loki and Reader escape the TVA.

Hurt and Comfort .. Reader, an assistant at the T.V.A., comforts Loki.

Shoelaces … Reader teaches Loki how to tie his shoelaces.

Remind Me .. Loki remembers Reader.

Love Triangle … Loki and Sylvie fight over you.

And Every Person Seems More Beautiful … Loki remembers singing to you.

Fireworks … Loki comforts you.

Headcanons

Spending Halloween With Loki and Sylvie Would Include...

Peter Parker x Reader (Marvel)

One-Shots

Jumping (Platonic)

Rescuer

Secrets (Sister! Reader)

Together (Stark! Reader)

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Marvel)

Series

Old Habits - Bucky Barnes x Reader (x Zemo) (Series)

Summary: During the events of ‘the Falcon and Winter Soldier,’ you and Bucky reconnect.

Part One

Part Two

One-Shots

Team Up Part 2

On the Run

Mine

President Loki x Reader (Marvel)

Series

the American President - President Loki x Reader (Series)

Summary: Loki’s tried and failed to become president before, but this year he needs to win. So, he brings in an unlikely campaign manager - a Widow.

Chapter One: the Best Laid Plans

Chapter Two: We Didn’t Start the Fire

One-Shots

Healer

Smug

Sylvie Laufeydottir x Reader (Marvel)

One-Shots

You Know (+ Loki)

Wingman

If the World Was Ending

Choose Me

Big Spoon

Sword Shopping

Secret Dating

Braids

Kitchen

Sweater Weather

Sick

Hairstyles

Late Nights

Sleep Talking

Attention

Headcanons

Being Roommates with Loki and Sylvie Would Include…

Earth Things with Loki and Sylvie Would Include…

Loki and Sylvie Teaching You Magic Would Include…

Sylvie and Loki Reacting to You Feeling Insecure Would Include…

Sylvie Learning to Trust You Would Include…

Sylvie Falling In Love With You Would Include…

Telling Sylvie You Love Her Would Include…

Dating Loki and Sylvie Would Include…

Dating Sylvie Laufeydottir Would Include…

Sylvie Dating Short!Reader Would Include…

Loki Being Jealous of You And Sylvie Would Include...

Sleeping Next to Sylvie Would Include…

Reuniting with Sylvie Would Include…

Sylvie Protecting You Would Include…

Living with Sylvie Would Include…

Sylvie Helping You Repair Something Would Include…

Being Sylvie’s Younger Sibling Would Include…

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Marvel)

One-Shots

Stay // Natasha surprises you.

Shoe Shopping // A shopping trip with Nat leads to a confrontation.

Makeovers // Nat gives you a makeover.

Lamplight // Nat buys a lava lamp.

Vegan // You get ice cream for Nat.

Peter Maximoff x Reader (Marvel)

Series

All and Then Most of You - Peter Maximoff x Reader (Series)

Origin Story // Reader joins the X-Men and meets Alex Summers.

Detention // Peter causes Reader to get detention.

Detention, Part 2 // Peter admits his feelings to Reader.

Noah, Part 1

Noah, Part 2

Noah, Part 3

Noah, Part 4

Noah, Part 5

Noah, Part 6

Sorry // Reader admits to Professor X who Noah’s father is.

One-Shots

Didn’t See That Coming // You and Pietro train.

There Was Only One Bed

Popsicle // Peter gets excited about the ice cream truck.

Terrible Flirt

I Win // You and Peter spar.

Tee Shirt // You and Pietro wake up together.

Whenever You’re Ready // Peter comes out as bisexual.

Home // During ‘WandaVision’, you see Pietro again.

Home, Part 2

Home, Part 3

the Maximoffs // During ‘WandaVision’, you and Pietro find yourselves living an idyllic sitcom life.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Marvel)

One-Shots

Tickles Wanda tickles you.

Hoodie You steal Wanda’s hoodie.

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend Wanda confesses her feelings for you.

Meet the Parents You take Wanda home for dinner with your parents.

Modern Art You and Wanda paint the walls of your house.

My Superhero Girlfriend Wanda fights for you during the battle against Thanos.

Witches of Westview During ‘WandaVision’, you and Wanda have a disastrous barbecue.

Catch Your Death  During ‘WandaVision’, Wanda cheers you up when you get sick.

Agatha Harkness x Reader (Marvel)

One-Shots

Insult to Injury

Hey Hon

Fair Weather

My Best Girl

My Best Girl, Part 2

Rescue Me

Kiss Me Goodbye

Who’s Guarding Hades?

Who’s Guarding Hades? Part 2

Winter in Westview

Headcanons

Dating Agatha Harkness Would Include

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter x Reader (Marvel)

Captain Carter

John Walker x Reader (Marvel)

One-Shots

Hesitate

Sirius Black x Reader (Harry Potter)

One-Shots

Afternoons in the Common Room

Advice

Boyfriend

He Loves You

O.W.L.S.

Daylight

Back to Black

Headcanons

Sirius Black Dating a Shy Hufflepuff Reader Would Include…

Being Sirius Black’s Wife/Girlfriend Would Include…

Finnick Odair x Reader (the Hunger Games)

One-Shots

You and Me

Gardens

Steve Harrington x Reader (Stranger Things)

Series

Driver’s Ed // You help Steve during the events of ‘Stranger Things 2.’

Maybe // Steve doesn’t think he’s good enough for you.

Prom Queen // Steve’s jealous at prom.

Ask Me Anything // You and Steve think you know everything about each other.

Grown-Ups // Steve worries about you leaving for college.

Homecoming // You come home to Hawkins, and home to Steve.

One-Shots

Video Store // Steve helps you pick out a movie.

Robin Buckley x Reader (Stranger Things)

One-Shots

Always Something There to Remind Me

Good Morning

Runaways

Richie Tozier x Reader (It)

Headcanons

Richie Tozier Dating an Arachnophobic Reader Would Include...

Richie Tozier Dating Someone with ADHD Would Include...

Boris Pavlikovsky x Reader (the Goldfinch)

One-Shots

Second Chance

Trevor Spengler x Reader (Ghostbusters: Afterlife)

One-Shots

Ghostbuster

Proposal

Paul Atreides x Reader (Dune)

Hands

Jealous

Din Djarin/the Mandalorian x Reader (Star Wars)

Series

And I Didn’t Like the Ending - Din Djarin x Reader (Series)

Jedi Scum

I Love You

Just Tired

Excuse Me?

Because I Love You

And I Didn’t Like the Ending, Part 1

And I Didn’t Like the Ending, Part 2

One-Shots

Cya’rika

Sabacc

Brown Eyes

Wounded

Goodbyes

Bo-Katan x Reader (Star Wars)

One-Shots

Off My Shoulders

Partners

Partners, Part 2

Hold On

James Conrad x Reader (Kong: Skull Island)

One-Shots

Adventure

Just Passing Through

Benny Watts x Reader (the Queen’s Gambit)

One-Shots

Pretty

I Love You

the Artist

Love Letter

Rick Flag x Reader (the Suicide Squad)

One-Shots

Task Force X... Amanda Waller recruits you to join Task Force X.

Uniform ... Harley Quinn helps you design your uniform.

Style ... Rick likes your new uniform.

the First Night ... Cold in the jungle, you warm up to Rick.

Jealous ... Rick is jealous of your best friend.

River... You almost drown. Rick saves you.

Sacrifice ... You refuse to leave your mission without Rick.

Drunk ... You and Rick get drunk together.

Princess ... You and Harley are taken captive on Corto Maltese.

Betrayal ... Peacemaker threatens your life.

Headcanons

Dating Rick Flag Would Include...

Tim Kono (Only Murders in the Building)

Headcanons

Dating Tim Kono Would Include...

Helena Bertinelli/Huntress x Reader (Birds of Prey)

One-Shots

Fun House

Home

Billie Logan x Reader (Bill and Ted Face the Music)

One-Shots

Weddings and Funerals // You and Billie meet at Deacon’s wedding.

Excellent

the Girl Next Door

Put Your Records On // You and Billie bake in the morning.

the Louvre

Happiest Season // You come out to Billie’s family.

Stay-In Days

Janey // You and Billie finally have a child.

Bloodsuckers - a Vampire AU // Billie, a Vampire Hunter, finds you, a Vampire.

Thea Preston x Reader (Bill and Ted Face the Music)

One-Shots

Quidditch // Harry Potter AU

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[domxmarvel]

“Not your fault”

Masterlist

Requested by:Anon

Pairing:Loki x Female!Reader x Sylvie    

Words:467 

Request:can you do loki x sylvie x reader?  Maybe they were training her and she got injured and clean her up and take care of her?

"Don't take it easy on me,you know I can handle it darling" Loki and Sylvie circled around you,using their illusions to disorient you. They had been training you for a while,after having them sticking to you like glue you wanted to prove that you could defend yourself. You love them but they were way too overprotective. The more illusions you took out the more appeared,suddenly one of them leaped at you. You stumbled back,landing on your feet wrong. You felt a shock of pain through your body,Sylvie was right in front of you and that’s when you started panicking. You quickly stood up but Sylvie grabbed your leg before you could move,making you scream in pain before you even hit the floor.

“Y/N!” Loki ran up to both of you,Sylvie was panicking. “What did you do? You weren’t supposed to use your magic”

“I didn’t,I just grabbed her leg” She put her hand on your back,holding you against her body. You could tell that Loki didn’t really believe her.

“I wasn’t her ''You quickly explained. “I landed weird on my feet,I think I twisted my ankle” 

“Y/N I’m sorry”

“It’s not your fault,just get me some ice and I'll be fine” Loki reached over to pick you up,but Sylvie picked you up before he could. She set you down on your bed,using her magic to heal you.

“Y/N”You looked up at her. “I’m really sorry,I didn’t-”

“Sylvie,this isn’t your fault” You moved closer to her,putting your hands on her cheeks and kissed her.

"When did this start? And when is it my turn?" Loki asked,you both laughed. 

"Just come here" Sylvie continued to use her magic to heal you as Loki kissed you. “I think that’s enough training for today” The both agreed,but you could still feel that Sylvie was upset. When she was done she quickly left the room.

“Y/N”

“I know,we need to do something. This isn’t her fault and she shouldn’t feel like it is”

“I have a plan,you just have to get her back here. I’ll go get some stuff”He quickly ran out and you left to find Sylvie. She was standing looking out the window,you wrapped your arms around her. You were both quiet for a while,until you grabbed her hand and led her back to your room. The lights were dimmed and there were blankets and pillows thrown all over the bed. “Okay so”Loki walked back holding three cartons of ice cream. “I got your favorites and” He dragged out the word to grab something “Sprinkles”You laughed quickly followed by both of them. Sylvie reached for your hand and leaned on you.

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[misskatebishop]

Requests Status: CLOSED

Masterlist:

Female Characters

Male Characters

All works and drabbles published here will also be available on my AO3.

Who I write for:

Carol Danvers (Smut / Fluff)

Wanda Maximoff (Smut / Fluff / Angst)

Natasha Romanoff (Smut / Fluff / Angst)

Maria Hill (Smut / Fluff / Angst)

Yelena Belova (Fluff / Angst)

Sylvie Laufeydottir (Smut / Fluff / Angst)

Kate Bishop (Smut / Fluff)

Thena (Fluff / Angst)

Druig (Fluff / Angst)

Ikaris (Fluff / Angst)

If you are not sure about character X, you can ask me. I might be willing to give it a try.

I also write AUs. Just tell me what type of AU you'd like to read, specifying, for example: Cheerleader!Character/Reader, etc.

How can I request?

You can send me an ask telling me these info: Character, Genre, Context of the story. In case of +18 content, let me know who you would like to top or bottom.

Do you write smut/NSFW?

I do.

However, I have some boundaries, so I'm not writing anything involving: age play, pet play, watersports, threesomes, degradation, underage, noncon/dubcon, dark fics.

I usually write Fem!Reader, so let me know if you prefer GN!Reader and which pronouns I should use.

I'll only write requests which thematics I feel comfortable. If I don't feel okay about a request, I'll reply your ask to let you know. I'm sorry, but some subjects are hard to write.

Requests may take from two to four weeks to be written and posted.

Send me an ask if you want to be tagged in the fics of character Y or Z or both.

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Loki

Chapter 1 - Glorious purpose (part 2)

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Glorious purpose (part 1)

Words: 1350

The air felt thick and heavy with a sense of unspoken dread as the soldiers stood in the middle of the field, investigating the strange device that seemed so out of place. They felt an uneasy chill, but not due to the low nightly temperatures, it was a chill that went deeper, as if something was wrong but none of them could name it, like the name of a threat at the back of their mind, close enough and yet too far away to grasp it. Just then, in the corner of their vision, they noticed a shadowy hooded figure looming up in the shadows. The figure held a lantern in its hands and strangely, the light of the lantern seemed to be closing up on them. The lantern was suddenly thrown on the ground and the night exploded into chaotic flames engulfing the soldiers and their agonising cries of pain filled the air. One soldier had managed to avoid the flames, trying to escape crawling past his burning colleagues, but an unseen force grabbed and dragged him away, screaming for help. When the flames had disappeared, all that remained were the charred remains of the soldiers and the strange device.

Loki landed in a room fully clothed in a khaki outfit that indisputably screamed prisoner. A lazy black-striped cat greeted him with an enthusiastic miaow before a bored bog-standard paper-pusher shoved a seemingly endless pile of paper towards him.

"Please sign to verify this is everything you ever said."

The slightly annoyed tone of his voice rubbed Loki in the wrong way. First those, how would he even call them, soldiers, then the audacity of the slow motion punch, the robot that dissipated his fine Asgardian leather and now this.

"What?"

The word didn't even properly leave his lips as the man behind the desk placed another sheet of paper with the exact same word on the pile with an irritated sigh. Loki glanced back at the cat, approaching it as he thought, for a brief second, to detect a faint green glow in its eyes. Just sign it. He stepped back, having difficulties to comprehend what was happening here. Did the cat just ordered him, a god, to sign the paper? He took the pen hesitantly and put his signature on the sheet. The floor under his feet vanished, he fell again, ending up in yet another tiny room. At this point he resigned himself to his new fate and just did as he was ordered, riding the wave until his brilliant mind came up with the perfect escape plan as he finally stepped through the last door. He found himself in a much big room than the previous ones, walls painted in a dirty ugly 80s style brown, the ceiling covered with cream-coloured holes containing each a single light bulb, illuminating the room just barely enough to give it creepy governmental department vibes from a past era. A soldier, just like the ones that captured him, stepped to the ticket machine ahead.

"Take a ticket", he ordered.

Again Loki noticed a the same faint emerald glow in the eyes. He ripped of a ticket and proceeded through the dedicated passage towards a counter. A video popping up on a screen on the wall interrupted his movements. A poorly drawn clock with a set of arms and legs and...wait a minute are those eyelashes?...appeared and spoke in soft female voice.

"Welcome to the Time Variance Authority...bla bla bla..."

Loki's brow furrowed catching the tone of its voice. It sounded the same as the one of the woman in the desert....and, weirdly enough, like the cat's.

"Multiversal war, all-knowing Timekeepers bringing peace and reorganising the multiverse into one single Sacred Timeline, we're all variants...bla...bla...bla. Just step ahead, plead innocent, by the damned norns, find Mobius!"

The screen went black, Loki stared back at it in disbelief, confusion crawling through his mind. Was it all a dream? Did he die escaping the Avengers? Was this what the Midgardians called hell? All these questions racing through his mind as he kept staring at a blank screen in a faint hop to miraculously find answers, only to be met with this dreadful emptiness. He finally stepped up to the counter, trying to process the incidents around him, and a strong suspicion gripping his mind as he was escorted to the courtroom. He knew he was about to face punishment for something he... What did he actually do? He killed, he betrayed, he ruled but no judgement ever passed on him resembled this crazy fever dream. He looked up, the light of the courtroom piercing through his thoughts. He was escorted inside, not knowing what was coming next. He was ready to face whatever charade they set up for him, knowing all well that he would, as usual, succeed in manipulating his way out, he was the god of mischief after all and no foolish mortals could ever hinder him in fulfilling his glorious purpose. The courtroom was empty except for a young female judge dressed in a same dreadfully coloured uniform , its tedious synergy only interrupted by a somewhat bold red sash.

"Laufeyson. Variant L1130, aka Loki Laufeyson is charged with sequence violation 7.20.89. How do you plead?"

Loki scoffed. A god, and most certainly not one who was robbed of his fine leather armor and given a runaround, would not plead, not to her, not to the so-called Time Keeper, not to anyone.

"Guilty", a chuckle escaped his lips, "of this this."

He theatrically lifted his arms and clenched his fists. Nothing. He did it again. Still nothing. He took a deep breath and tried it again and, yet again nothing. Really? He jumped at the sudden question.

"Who said that?"

"Who said what?", the judge asked.

They can't hear me.

"That!", he victoriously held a finger up.

"What?", the judge impatiently crossed her arms.

"Aaaaargh, I command you to release me!", Loki yelled in anger, "you have no idea what I'm capable of!"

"I think I might know what he is...capable of, what this is", a man interrupted from the a bench at the back of the room.

"Approach the bench", the judge sighed with a hint of resignation.

A man with messy short white hair, dressed in a dark brown suit nonchalantly stepped up, closing up until he was face to face with the judge. He engaged the judge in a heated whispered discussion, loud enough for Loki to detect a disagreement but he wasn't able to decode any the words. The man turned around, grinning victorious at the god of mischief. And there it was again, this faint quick emerald glow in the eyes, barely visible, but Loki recognised it immediately.

"And who are you?"

"Agent Mobius", he simply replied.

He escorted him to a long wound hallway and lead him to a wide painted metal door at the end of it.

"I gonna burn this place to the ground", Loki spat at him, only to get an amused chuckle as a response.

"I'll show you where my desk is, you can start there.", Mobius held the door open.

Before he and Mobius could enter the room, a white translucent square portal suddenly opened up in front of them, instantly accompanied by the smell of burning flesh and a faint hint of smoke. A bloody, wounded soldier stumbled through, grabbing Loki's arm, his glowing eyes widened in fear. Before Loki could process what was happening, the soldier screamed out.

"Love is a dagger!", smothering gurgles leaving his throat before he collapsed on the ground.

Loki was left standing in shock as more soldiers emerged from around the corner and began to drag away the unconscious body. His mind ran wild until it suddenly stopped at a weird thought that felt oddly familiar, as if he said already without any trace of a memory.

"It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful until it makes you bleed.", he murdered barely audible to anyone around, not understanding why.

Chapter 1.3 - Glorious purpose.

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[swtki]

Three Spots -L.L

Chapter 3 // Previous

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem! Reader (but as exes), Loki Laufeyson x Sylvie Laufeydottir

Summary: The end approaches, but what does it solve?

Warnings: mentions of previous chapter so the same warnings as for that one, bad bitch behavior, cycles of grief (?), swearing.

A/N: Playlist is in bold as usual.

Everything moved so fast, she felt like she had Motion Sickness. One day she was head over heels for Loki, the next she was burning his shit. Funny how it didn’t help that much, she still cried herself to sleep every night.

“Brother, It Will Rain.” Thor said, a hand on the other mans shoulder. “When it does, I hope you can conjure up an umbrella that can withstand fire and acid.” Loki gave a weak smile.

Sylvie and Loki weren’t exactly together, their love was a kind of Skinny Love. All bones and nothing else. Harsh corners but no cushion. It wasn’t like how he and Y/N were, and he didn’t know why that was. He loved himself, so shouldn’t Sylvie be more than enough?

“Nope! Not Allowed!” Snapped Natasha, guarding the cracked open doorway with her body. “Leave her the fuck alone, go suck yourself off. Or I guess get your female version to do it for you.”

“Natasha, please I just need to see her. I want to make this right.” Loki begged to see his ex lover, who was behind the bed, hiding from him. “All I Wanted to say is that there is nobody who will ever compare to you-“ Loki was cut off when the door slammed closed. He huffed, but in his usual fashion he wouldn’t give up.

“Please, take it for a Test Drive? Try going outside of the room? It’s not healthy, everyone is worried.” Wanda pleaded with her, it had been a week since anyone other than Wanda and Natasha saw the girl.

“I don’t wanna…don’t wanna see him. Not with her. I think I’d die. Or kill.” Wanda places a hand on her shoulder.

“But, Y/N, he’s weak now. He’s been waddling around with a Jar of Hearts held out in front of him, one tap thats strong enough, and he’s down.” Natasha took another approach to consoling, a prospect of revenge.

A few days passed before Y/N crept outside of her room to get something to eat from the kitchen. It felt good, to only be surrounded by friends. But she knew as the weeks came and went; She’d see Loki eventually. Still, Thor was like a brother to her; and she a sister to him. “Ah! Lady Y/N how radiant you look these days!” he complimented her, knowing full well that Loki was around the corner.

“Well, Tears Dry On Their Own; Regardless if your brother is there to wipe them away this time. Which, he isn’t. He won’t even be allowed within two feet if he wants to be safe.”

Loki stayed away, even though he wanted nothing more than to kiss her as hard as he could. He wanted to go back to when she was happy with him, when he was loyal to her. But he knew she was no longer the girl who would take his pathetic self back, she was strong; and it terrified him. It took him two weeks to make himself known in her presence, he didn’t speak to her as he knew it would cause chaos.

Eventually, a month had passed. He knew he could try and speak to her because she had said “Thank you.” to him when he passed her the salt. Yes, he knew it was fucking pathetic; but he didn’t care. Because at the end of the day, she talked to him.

“When I Was Your Man, I don’t remember you laughing as hard as you do now.” It was true, she had never smiled quite so wide in the time they had spent together. As much as it hurt him to see her without him, he was delighted to see her smile.

“Yeah, you’re now my man anymore, Loki. Therefore I Am full of laughter. Crazy how that works.” Her tone was cold, full of pent up anger ready to boil over at any second. Loki took the hint, slipping away to his quarters as to not bother her anymore. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy; What better time for him to bump into Tony Stark on the way.

“Hey, Reindeer Games, You & Jennifer figure out other boarding plans?” Loki raised his eyebrow, not sure of what the mortal man was speaking of.

“Sylvie and me? No, we’re not moving in together. I plan to stay in my quarters and she can float around the galaxy as she pleases.” Tony’s lips spread into a wide,displeased expression.

“You aren’t staying, dickwad. I may have let Y/N keep you here as her plus one but not now. You’re not even part of our team, how could you be; you tried murdering all of us more than once? I gotta make space for the new kid anyway.” Loki’s stomach went cold when he realized what Tony was saying; he was being kicked to the curb. He was never accepted by the rest of the tower, they just put up with him for her sake.

“Who?” Loki scoffed, instinctually defensive.

“Spider boy just graduated, and seeing as how he is part of our team, he’s gonna need somewhere to sleep. Look, I’m giving you two days, get your shit together, sleep at the TVA; I don’t care, just don’t be here.” What was bad was now worse, where could he go? Mobius wasn’t exactly a phone call away, and he didn’t really want to go sleep in the archive section of the TVA library. But what other choice did he have?

“Y/N, I love you, but why do you always fall for the Black Sheep? I mean you’re so much better than Loki, why do you put up with these guys?” Natasha leaned down to her friend, her best attempt at being sensitive.

“‘Dunno. I shouldn’t fall for bad guys, I know. But, I thought Loki was different. Guess I was wrong.” She still wasn’t completely over it all, but she was leaning towards being able to talk about it. “I want him to be in pain, y’know? God, I sound so Selfish. But really, Nat, I just wanna see him burn.” She admits, pulling her knees into her chest.

“I mean, Good 4 U. I think you should feel that way, he deserves nothing but your anger.” Y/N shrugged in response, feeling an empty pit in her stomach both beginning to close and open up even more.

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🐍 The Heatwave (fic) 🍰 {starlight-loki}

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🦾 i’m with you (fic) 🍰 {nastybuckybarnes}

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slight TW for inf*rtility mention

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[sylviegirlfriend]

A little more about requests...

Hey! To finish the posts for today I’m gonna give you guys more information about what/who i write or not here...

MALE CHARACTERS FOR YOUR REQUESTS:

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Tobey!Peter (Peter 2)

Andrew!Peter (Peter 3)

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

T’Challa

Vision (yea ;))

Pietro Maximoff (only MCU’s Pietro, not X-Men)

Scott Lang

Peter Quill

Mobius

Alexei Shostakoff (yeah, why not?)

Stephen Strange (just realize that i forgot the king srry)

FEMALE CHARACTERS FOR YOUR REQUESTS:

Carol Danvers

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Gamora

Nebula

Peggy Carter

Sharon Carter

Yelena Belova

Agatha Harkness

Shuri Udaku

Okoye

MJ

Melina Vostokov

Kate Bishop

Monica Rambeau

GENRES OF IMAGINES AND ONESHOTS:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (not real smut, but mentions of it maybe...)

Dark!

WHAT I’LL NOT WRITE ABOUT:

Incest

BDSM

Major Character Death

Mentions of bullying (coming from the major character, in case, the reader)

So, as I always say, the requests are open! You can ask or write on the comments on my recent posts!

Thank you for reading!

- Gabs.

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