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Loki + tumblr [240/?]

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I'm posting my art now, hope that's cool

The Princess Bride, featuring Dramione

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⚜ Manacled by @senlinyuwrites   6/?

She touched his cheek as she studied the diagnostics. “You and me and our baby. We’re all going to be free. I’m going to save you. We’ll go so far away no one will ever find us. You have to hold on.”

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No Context Spoilers for the Next Chapters

Resonant Dissonance (Chapter 12)

I Want Tomorrow (Chapter 6)

A Light in the Dark (Chapter 3)

Jane -> Loki

Fragments of Redemption (Chapter 5)

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Chapter 5 of I Want Tomorrow Posted

I actually can't give an excerpt on this one. It's a doozy. 🍓

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Chapters 1 & 2 of My New Dark Romance Now Up on AO3 - A Light in the Dark

“Mmm,” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk. “A new plaything.”

My heart hammered, my throat tight, but I swallowed down the fear that threatened to choke me. I forced myself to stand, pushing up from the ground, refusing to be cowed by his mocking words. I felt his gaze sharpen, an edge of irritation flickering in his eyes as I rose before him, defiant.

“You should not rise in my presence when I am seated,” he said, his voice dropping dangerously low, a warning laced within every syllable.

I held his gaze, my chin lifted in defiance. The shock that crossed his face was brief, but telling. He was not used to disobedience, especially not from someone who, by his standards, was insignificant. His eyes narrowed, a glint of dangerous amusement there now, and he sat forward, his hand curling over the edge of the chaise as he studied me.

“Kneel before me,” he snarled, his tone sharp, leaving no room for argument.

My heart pounded, but I refused to break eye contact, lifting my chin even higher as I met his gaze head-on. I knew I was provoking him, but I would not let him see me as weak, as some frightened tribute brought here for his amusement. I held my ground.

A flicker of anger crossed his face as he stood, his movements fluid and predatory. Before I had a chance to react, he was in front of me, his imposing form towering over me. Instinctively, I took a step back, a small, involuntary gesture that seemed to bring him a dark satisfaction.

“I said, kneel.” His voice was a razor’s edge, each word cutting through the space between us, his eyes flashing with a dangerous gleam.

Reluctantly, I sank to my knees, my gaze locked on his, refusing to look away, to appear submissive in any way. I could feel his eyes boring into me, assessing, calculating, but I met his stare with all the defiance I could muster. He needed to know I was not some docile creature, brought here to bend to his every whim.

A slow, twisted smile spread across his face, and he inclined his head approvingly. “Good,” he murmured.

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Chapter 4 of I Want Tomorrow Posted

“You have nothing to apologize for,” I whispered, my voice tight, raw. “God, Lila, you are so beautiful.” My voice cracked, and I could feel the weight of everything unsaid, everything I’d felt since she had walked back into my life. “Nothing could ever, ever change that.”

She looked away, a flicker of something—disbelief, perhaps, or maybe uncertainty—flashing across her face. But I noticed the faintest blush on her cheeks, a warmth blooming beneath her skin that softened her gaze, caught between vulnerability and resilience. That blush alone tugged at something deep within me, something I couldn’t put into words if I tried. My hand reached out on instinct, stopping just before touching her arm, my fingers hovering inches from her skin. Anger simmered beneath my restraint, still burning for the injustice done to her. Directed at him who had dared to harm her, dared to make her doubt her worth.

If she asked, I would kneel before her in a heartbeat, lay my heart bare at her feet, and swear on everything I am to never let her face another moment alone.

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Not me, having the worst bout of ADHD fueled inspiration and starting yet a FOURTH simultaneous fanfic... Stay tuned for the grand epic of enemies to lovers LOKANE. Saw the slap on reels last night and said oh, they're fucking.

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Chapter 11 of Resonant Dissonance Now Up on AO3

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Literally me rn

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Excerpt From Chapter 3 of I Want Tomorrow

This chapter will be very, very rough to start. But it will end on a hopeful note. We have to get through this scene in order for the rest of the fic to work. I hope you are excited for the rest of the story by the end of this chapter. I have a lot of sweet, tender, and steamy moments planned for our Fivela 🍓

Trigger warnings: graphic depictions of spousal abuse.

Allison’s eyes widened, shock and sorrow mingling on her face, her gaze flickering back to me. She looked at me with a softness, tears streaming down her face, her expression crumbling with vulnerability.

“Lila—I was so scared,” she said, her voice a trembling whisper as she took a tentative step toward me, the unspoken ache between us filling the room.

I nodded, feeling the depth of her words resonate within me. “I was too,” I admitted, my voice shaking, the confession tugging loose the last remnants of fear, replaced by the warmth of their presence around me.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” she whispered, her voice thick with remorse, her gaze searching mine, pleading for forgiveness she didn’t need to seek.

“It’s not your fault,” I said, reaching a hand out to her.

In an instant, she crossed the space between us, reaching across Klaus to pull me into her embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around me, her body shaking as she wept. The sobs tore through her, as though releasing the grief she had carried for me. Klaus’s arms soon enveloped us both, a gentle, protective circle, and Five’s hand slipped into mine.

For the first time, I felt the full force of their love, their strength a shield against the darkness I had escaped. I wasn’t alone. I never had been. I had them—I had my family, I had Five, and I finally had the courage to reclaim my life.

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The topic of Klaus' group therapy in the upcoming 4th chapter of my fic Fragments of Redemption

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Excerpt From Chapter 2 of I Want Tomorrow

“Oh, Five. Thank you. Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, a wide grin lighting up her face as happy tears slipped down her cheeks. The relief and joy there were so genuine, so raw, that I had to take a steadying breath. Seeing her like this, truly smiling, broke something open inside me, something that had been buried under years of regret and silence. Here, she was the girl I used to know—laughing and tossing strawberries at me between semesters, before the snow came.

She took a step toward me, as if she was about to wrap her arms around me, to close the distance between us. But just then, her foot caught on a loose garden trowel, and she stumbled forward. I lunged, catching her reflexively before she fell, my hands grasping her shoulders as she steadied herself in my arms.

She looked up, her eyes wide, startled, her face inches from mine. And then, suddenly, she burst into shocked laughter, the sound rich and pure, echoing through the empty greenhouse. It was a sound I hadn’t heard in years—a balm that seemed to reach the rawest parts of my soul. I couldn’t help it; I started to laugh too, and everything else fell away. The weight of all that we’d been through, the years of pain and distance, disappeared, leaving only us, laughing and holding onto each other.

She tilted her head up, her laughter fading into a soft smile as her eyes locked onto mine. Her gaze held a warmth and familiarity, a glimmer of the bond we’d once shared. I felt my pulse quicken as her hand found its way to my shoulder, and for a brief, breathless moment, we just stood there, looking at each other as if seeing each other anew. The air between us grew thick, charged, and her smile faltered, her expression turning serious.

“I missed you,” she whispered, the words almost inaudible, like a confession she hadn’t meant to say out loud.

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If anyone wondered how I write the heavy parts of my fics... listening to MCR and singing at the top of my lungs 💜 Gerard really influences every part of this world he created.

And fun fact, my favorite band of all time is Queen and MCR is heavily influenced by them. Back in 2011 Brian May performed live with MCR and he wrote a short article about his time with them and related Gerard to Freddie Mercury. I can die happy now.

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I love this ship. It is not healthy. I do not give a fuck. They will make out and fuck.