#Hela: your point??

[worstloki]

i think the funniest possible family drama to throw into Thor 1 would be if Laufey and Odin were brothers btw

[countlessofvoids]

Thinking about httyd characters if they were inspired/based on Nordic deities or creatures... I can't believe no one thought of this

[lazycranberrydoodles]

I am now opening custom Ace Attorney sprite commissions!

I have 3 open slots.

Depending on how the initial slots go, I may or may not offer more. DMs also welcome.

>> Commission form! <<

Details

What exactly will you receive for $60?

Two 12fps looping .gif files in an Ace Attorney style, one talking and one idle, of the character of your choice from the waist up. They can be in pretty much any still position, but I get final say on whether something is too difficult or too complex. I will work to make the sprite as accurate as possible while adhering to the style.

What will you receive for $20?

Either a short 12fps animation of your character or another two looping gifs (talking and idling) in a different pose/emotion. An animation can be combined with talking. For example, this Wei Wuxian MDZS would be $80: $60 as a base price (standing still and talking) with $20 added for his hand gesture.

This set of Lan Wangji MDZSs would be $100: $60 (base price, neutral animation) + $20 (happy) + $20 (displeased).

What counts as a "slot"?

Art of one character, no matter how many pieces I was commissioned for.

For more examples of my Ace Attorney-style work, here is the masterpost for my MDZS x Ace Attorney crossover series, which I have been adding to for a while now. Here are Kabru, Miku, and Hela Vitrum (my most recent commission). They are a good example of the base commission -- a looped talking gif and a looped idle/blinking gif.

Policies (read this before filling out the form!)

I am not affiliated with objection.lol. The sprites *can* be used in the program to great success. However, I will not guide you through creating a case in objection.lol. There are a lot of tutorials available. I am selling animated illustrations of your character and nothing else.

I am not affiliated with Capcom or Ace Attorney. My work copies the style of original games. In many cases, I have referenced pre-existing animations or sprites.

Just in case, I'm limiting the max number of pieces for a single character to 3 poses and 1 animation ($120) (so I don't get bored drawing them over and over again). One person can commission me for multiple characters but they will count as different slots (i.e., you may commission the max amount of work for Blorbo Bingus ($120) and also commission two poses for Dworbo Dingus ($80) for a total of $200, counting as two slots).

It is my privilege to take or refuse commissions at my discretion.

Depending on demand, I may adopt a first-come first-served waitlist system, but I really can't know at this point.

Payment depends on the price of the commission, but in general I will not start the piece until I am paid via Paypal. Venmo is a secondary option. My prices are in USD.

Once I get started, I work quickly, so any changes should be requested at the sketch stage. I will work with you to get it right. Once I have started work a piece (once planning is finished) I will not give refunds. Finished piece(s) should be done within a month of finalization (you giving me the go-ahead to start).

Filling out the form does not mean I have accepted the commission, but it does mean that I will contact you in a routine way about it.

These commissions are intended for personal use. The pricing reflects that. Tell me if you wish to use a commission in a monetized way, as that will require renegotiation.

If you wish to communicate with me about commission work without filling out the form, my email is lazycranberrycomm@gmail.com. I am not planning to offer commissions other than Ace Attorney sprites at this time. I will reply within the week.

Communication via tumblr DMs, asks, or comments is welcome!

[enigmaris]

All Father Thor, King of Asgard,

A new ruler of Hel has been chosen, the fearsome King Phantom, defeater of Pariah Dark. It is time for Asgard to prepare to pay the dues required to keep peace between the realms of the gods and of the dead. Bring the terms of your surrender to King’s Phantom’s representative on earth, Daniel James Fenton of Amity Park.

The Noble Scribe of King Phantom,

Ghost Writer

*****

“Okay so let me get this straight,” Tony Stark, Iron Man and Avenger said. “Ghosts are real.”

“Yes.” King Thor Odinson, Asgardian and god of thunder agreed.

“And they’re evil.”

“A bit of an oversimplification, but yes.” Prince Loki Odinson, sometimes villain and would be planet invader, answered.

“And the ghosts have had one ruler, the most powerful ghost in existence. And that new rulers are chosen by combat, meaning that every new ruler is more powerful than the last.”

“Yes, you’ve got the idea.” Thor said looking down at his knees for a moment.

“And since ghosts are so evil and so powerful, that means that their ruler is practically an unstoppable force of destruction.”

“Doesn’t it sound delightful?” Loki asked, to which he received a glare.

“So, for the past 10,000 years, at least, Asgard and plenty of other realms have been paying taxes to the ghost king to avoid a war. A racketeering scheme.”

“I don’t know what a racketeering scheme is but yes, the ghost peace treaty does require that Asgard pay the ghost king gold and magical weapons every century and if we fail to pay that price, then the peace treaty will be broken and Asgard will likely be forfeit.”

“That’s a racketeering scheme!”

“Well then yes.”

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. It was clear the man’s headache was only growing stronger as he walked through the information the two gods had dumped into his lap this morning. Thor and Loki both had rushed into his lab and started babbling about world ending threats and how they might possibly be absolutely screwed.

“So, now there’s a new king. Which means a new peace treaty has to be signed.” Tony said the words ‘peace treaty’ in the same way he’d say ‘nuclear bomb’ or ‘Steve Rogers’.

“I thought you said it was a racketeering scheme?” Loki asked.

“Shut it.” Tony hissed.

“A new treaty must be signed.” Thor repeated, trying to keep the three of them on track.

“And since the last king Pariah Dark was so powerful that he made the entirety of Asgard tremble, you’re pretty sure this new king, Phantom, is probably worse.”

“Pariah Dark had the power to suck entire planets into the afterlife, destroying them,” Loki said looking at his nails. “Stands to reason that a ghost powerful enough to defeat him could do much, much worse.”

“Right. Fantastic!” Tony practically shouted.

“I don’t think anything about this is fantastic.” Thor admitted, he was ignored.

“And according to you Asgard has been paying the ghost tax for both their realm and ours since we were under Odin’s protection. And since Hela and Sutur destroyed your entire planet and your entire people are refugees, now we have to figure out how to keep an ultrapowerful ghost from wiping out our home without any way of paying him.”

“Technically we don’t know if Phantom is a ‘he’.” Loki pointed out unhelpfully.

“The letter literally says he’s a king!”

“Could be a title. What do the dead have need for gender?”

“This is not the point of this discussion,” Thor cut in before an argument about the usefulness of gender and the concept of a female king burst forth. “We’re here to figure out how to make peace with King Phantom without resulting in a war that would destroy our world and our peoples.”

“We don’t even have Earth’s mightiest heroes anymore.” Loki said, referencing the painful results of the civil war and the Accords.

“We’re fucked.” Tony decided.

“Yes,” Thor agreed. “We probably are.”

[femsolid]

My Video Games Recommendations Masterpost

The same criteria as before -> has to have a female lead and little to no misogyny

This Bed We Made Genre: Thriller, Puzzles, Narrative Game, Multiple Choices Story: A hotel housekeeper uncovers the secrets of some of her strange guests. Topics: Homophobia, Women's rights in the 50s, Mental Health, Classism Bonus: Lesbians!

Lost In Random Genre: Whimsy, Adventure Story: In a magical world where the population is divided by social class decided on the roll of a dice, a girl embarks on a journey to reunite with her sister who was sent to live in the upper class. Topics: Sisterhood, Fairy Tales, Classism, Humour Bonus: It's like playing a Tim Burton movie

Little Goody Two Shoes Genre: Horror, Romance, Narrative Game, Multiple Choices Story: To get out of poverty, Elise makes a deal with the devil (literally) Topics: Religion, Witch Hunting, Fairy Tales, European Folklore, Paganism Bonus: The main character is a lesbian. Sometimes, the characters break into songs like a musical.

Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice Genre: Psychological Horror Story: Senua, a young Nordic woman who suffers from schizophrenia, is seeking an audience with the Goddess Hela. Topics: Schizophrenia, Anxiety, Paranoia, Celtic Mythology, Witch Hunting, Marginalisation, Grief Bonus: Best acting you'll ever find in a game

Haven Genre: Exploration, Resource Collecting, Romance Story: Yu and Kay are on the run and have taken refuge on a supposed deserted planet so they can be together. Topics: Forbidden love, Science, Intimacy, Humour Bonus: Can be played as a lesbian, straight or gay couple (the lesbian couple has the best voice acting)

Strange Horticulture Genre: Thriller, Puzzles Story: As the owner of a flower shop, you must find the right magical plants for your customers and discover who is the murderer (yes, there's also a murderer) Topics: Witchcraft, Cults, Mystery Bonus: You can pet the cat. It's point and click so you can play it on your laptop while chilling in bed (that's what I did, it's super cosy)

Gylt Genre: Adventure, Light Horror Story: A little girl is looking for her cousin who disappeared after being bullied and she discovers a dimension filled with monsters. Topics: Bullying Bonus: Makes you feel like you're in an animated movie

Sayonara Wild Heart Genre: Fast paced rhythmic action Story: A broken hearted woman faces the women in her life in a colourful and retro looking world Topics: Music, Mental Health, Romance, Self Discovery, Psychedelic Bonus: Gorgeous soundtrack

A Plague Tale Innocence & A Plague Tale Requiem Genre: Drama, Adventure Story: A girl must survive and protect her little brother while being hunted down by the inquisition, a cult and facing a plague of rats. Topics: Trauma, Childhood, Alchemy, Medieval, France, Death, Sacrifice Bonus: Excellent voice acting in french!

Shadow of The Tomb Raider Genre: Action, Adventure, Puzzles Story: Lara Croft explores Peruvian mythology in search of a magical artefact. Topics: Mythology, Remorse, Friendship Bonus: The Amazon forest! You can pick your outfits. And you can kill lots of men.

[anundyingfidelity]

FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader

Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

Word count: 3.9k.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.

Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!

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GEN MASTERLIST!

It's harder to stay...

Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.

The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.

Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.

"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.

Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"

The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.

"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.

"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.

"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.

During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.

"So it's personal..."

"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.

"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."

2029, Sacred Timeline

When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.

But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.

You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.

At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.

Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.

He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.

So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.

Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.

The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.

"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.

You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.

"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.

All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."

"Loki, I saw you die..."

Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.

"I know you did, my love."

You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.

And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.

"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"

Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.

"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."

"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."

"What?" you mumbled.

Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?

"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.

Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"

He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."

You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.

"Your death was supposed to be then?"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.

Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.

Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.

"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"

"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.

You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."

Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"

"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."

"Or you could do both."

"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, Loki."

"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."

You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."

Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.

You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.

"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."

"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."

"No,I can't-"

"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."

Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.

"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."

And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."

Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.

When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.

"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.

Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."

His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.

You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."

"Thank you, love."

Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.

"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.

"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.

So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.

Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.

"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.

The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.

So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.

He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.

Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.

At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.

"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."

"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.

"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.

"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.

"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."

And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.

You were right. Mobius was a good friend.

[actuallysaiyan]

Don't It Make You Feel So Fine?(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

warnings: smut, drinking, unprotected sex, Satoru and Suguru are together, they are in their 20s, everyone lives AU, semi-public sex, threesome, creampie finish word count: 2.5k pairings: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto summary: one night after work, you head to your local barcade. Once there, you keep catching the eyes of a certain black-haired/white-haired pair... a/n: for the wonderful Hela(@whatshernameis) HOPE YOU LOVE IT!

The night is young and you’re itching to go out after work, It’s been a long week and all you want to do is go to the new barcade that opened up just last week. You’ve heard all your coworkers talking about it, It had made you feel so excited considering it’s been so long since you’ve gone out and done anything for yourself.

So after a quick dinner and a shower to prep yourself, you do your makeup and change to something cute but cozy and you head out for a night of fun.

You make your way down the stairs into the basement barcade. The vibes are wonderful already. A steady stream of alternative rock and synthpop playing in the background, neon lights decorating the scene, and lots of sounds of people laughing and having fun with the arcade and pinball machines. You smiled as you realized just how much fun you were about to have.

At the bar, you notice two men around your age. One of them with striking white hair and he’s wearing sunglasses. You find it odd that he’d be wearing sunglasses in such a dark bar, but maybe he likes to keep his sight private that way. The other, the one that smiles at you, has long black hair that he keeps up in a bun. Your eyes meet once again before the bartender takes your attention and you order a drink.

You look around the room, noticing just how big it is down here. Lots of arcade machines, and pinball machines…there’s an air hockey table that sits near two billiard tables. You’re so enticed by everything. First, you make your way towards one of the brightly lit arcade machines and you pop in a token.

The lights and the sounds pull you in. You’re having fun all by yourself, but out of the corner of your eye, you notice the white-haired man and black-haired man. They are a presence all on their own. Just a package deal, you thought to yourself. You’re soon alerted by the game that you are, in fact, losing because you’re so into the two men who passed by.

With a sigh, you down your drink and you turn towards another game to start playing. Despite this, you are so intrigued by the two men. They seem to be so close together, whispering things in each other’s ear. You wonder if maybe they are a couple. You begin to think how attractive they are and that there is no way they are actually interested in someone like you.

After a few more games, you head back to the bar for another drink. You smirk when you notice the pair once again. The dark-haired one is looking right at you as you sit on a stool a few seats away from them. The white-haired one smirks and then leans in to whisper in the other’s ear. Your heart races at the possibility of them talking about you.

Once you order your drink, you make your way over to the dance machine. There’s a gang of girls there that welcome you kindly to join them on the dance machine. You get to know them as you all take turns dancing. You end up being the most coordinated. Out of the corner of your eye, you keep noticing your pair of men watching you.

“Hey, I think those guys are watching us.” One of the girls points out. “They’ve been watching for a bit,” The other girl points out, then she nudges you. “They are cute, huh?”

You nod your head, trying not to let on that you’re extremely attracted to the pair. You and the girls all play a little longer until they decide to head upstairs for a little air. You part ways with them, promising to keep in touch as you all exchange contact details and social media handles.

Back to the bar you go, and this time you sit even closer to the pair. You’re pretending not to notice them, looking around the bar. But they’ve got their eyes on you and they are almost ready to pounce. The white-haired one smirks at you before approaching you and sitting right next to you. You notice he’s leaning closer to you.

“Havin’ fun?” He whispers in your ear. You shudder softly, “Uh yeah I suppose so. You?” Gojo smirks, “Oh I am. I can’t help but notice you. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

This makes you blush. The bartender puts your drink down in front of you and just before you’re going to pay, Gojo turns to the bartender.

“Put it on my tab.”

The bartender nods and heads to the next patron. You blush even more and look down at your drink. What makes you so special that such a handsome man would buy your drink for you?”

“You didn’t need to do that,” you say. Gojo shrugs, “Sure, but I wanted to…besides, you see that guy over there.” He points to Suguru. “That’s my boyfriend and he thinks you’re hot.”

This leaves you speechless. Gojo smirks at your reaction. So he leans in and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. You can smell the sugary fruitiness on his breath. You wonder if he’s even drinking alcohol,

“He thinks you’re hot, and so do I. Wanna have some fun with us?” He asks, and you look at him. You can see his eyes peering over his glasses. “O-okay! Do you uhm…have anything in mind?”

This makes Gojo chuckle darkly. He takes your hand and leads you over to Suguru. He introduces you to the dark-haired man, who is a bit more mild-mannered than his white-haired counterpart and is still very excited to have you around.

“Sorry, sometimes my boyfriend gets these ideas in his mind. He thinks he’s got to act on all of them.” You shake your head and laugh, “No, it’s okay, Suguru. I’m not mad.”

The three of you find a table to sit at and listen to the music. You begin to get to know each other a bit more, just talking about yourselves. You find out that they are both teachers at a high school nearby; it’s the religious one or something along those lines. But these two certainly don’t look religious.

“It’s just a gig. We went to that school when we were younger,” Suguru explains. Satoru smirks, “Yeah…it’s where we met.”

There’s something about this that seems like Gojo is reminiscing on something you’re not privy to. Then Suguru senses you’re discomfort and he scoots a little closer. He talks a little bit about how he and Gojo met, and he tells you a little funny story about them in their younger days.

The three of you continue talking, and the more you get to know these two, the more you like them. Gojo is flirty and wild, but Suguru keeps him more tame. Suguru still holds his own charm, which draws you into both of them as a pair,

After a few more drinks, you notice that Satoru seems antsy now. He gives Suguru a look, and the dark-haired man smirks and nods. Satoru leans in closer and wraps his arm around you again. When you feel his warm breath on your skin, you shudder softly.

“This place used to do laser tag. Want to see the old arena for it?” He asks you, his hand massaging your shoulder. Geto looks over at you and he smiles sweetly, trying to play the innocent card. “It’s really cool.”

You shrug your shoulders, but you eventually give in after Satoru begs you. The two men help you out of the booth and they guide you towards a dark corner of the building. You’re beginning to wonder how big this place is. Once they slide the doors open, you gasp as you see what they are talking about.

“We can still access the blacklights too,” Geto boasts, flipping one of the switches. “Wow, this is cool.”

Both men share a knowing glance, and they lead you inside the arena. There’s a smoke machine going off in the corner too, adding to the atmosphere. They both take your hand and guide you around, showing you the empty space of the abandoned laser tag arena.

Soon, Gojo is running around, giggling like a little kid. Geto tries to calm him down, but Gojo’s giggling is infectious. Both men leave you in a corner, giggling and laughing to themselves. The fact that it’s still kind of dark in here makes your heart race.

“Boo,” Gojo whispers in your ear before he pulls you into his arms.

You can’t even say anything because he’s pressing his lips to yours. He has to dip down a little from his height, but he’s good to hold you so close. You gasp in the kiss when you feel Suguru behind you. His large hands are cupping your breasts through your shirt, kneading and massaging them.

“You like us, right?” Suguru asks you, and you’re so quick to nod. Satoru laughs, “I thought so.”

Within seconds, they’ve got your shirt pushed up and your tits spilling out of your bra. Suguru pushes your tits together, and Gojo leans in to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You let out a whine, your legs growing weaker as the two men work together to bring you pleasure.

“Satoru,” “Hnn? What is it, Sugu?”

Suguru then pushes his hand down your pants, smirking to himself when he feels just wet your panties are already. They are clinging to your folds, and it gets even more wet as he begins to toy with your swollen clit.

“She’s wet. She’s been wanting this.” Suguru ribbed. Satoru laughs, “Oh fuck yeah…”

You let out the cutest and most pathetic whines as Suguru continues to toy with your clothed pussy. Satoru kisses you hungrily again before he presses himself up against you. This ends up pinning you to Suguru, who in turn is pinned against the wall.

“What if we have even more fun, huh?” Satoru teases, “P-please…” you manage to breathe out.

Suguru and Satoru lock eyes and they smirk. It takes them no time to have you mostly undressed. Then you watch as Satoru backs away to pull his pants down past his ass. Suguru keeps a steady hold on you, hooking your knees under his arms and spreading you out for Satoru.

“Oh, she really is wet…”

You moan as you feel Gojo’s cock rubbing up and down your wet slit, making more of your juices dribble out. You barely have time to react before the head of his cock is pressing into your hole. His eyes screw shut as he pushes into you. He’s panting and moaning, sounding even more aroused than you are.

“Fuck she’s so tight,” Gojo hisses through gritted teeth. Geto smirks, “Yeah? Think maybe…we both could fit in there?”

You whine at the mere thought of them occupying your pussy. You’re not sure it would fit, but you’re not even mad at the idea. Satoru thrusts up into you a few times, making you cling to him. Suguru has his steady hold on you, keeping your legs open.

“F-fuck, I don’t know. I feel like I could blow my load already…” “Then pull out! It’s my turn!” Suguru commands.

Gojo considers it as he continues to fuck you, moaning and grunting. He can’t shut up about how good your pussy feels wrapped around his cock. Slowly, he pulls out. Then you get passed over to Gojo who holds you up just like Geto had been.

Your eyes widen as you watch the dark-haired man pull his pants down as well. He’s a bit sweeter with you, a little more patient than his boyfriend. His thumb brushes over your clit a few times, making you whimper. He takes his time to push his cock into you, and you watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure just as Satoru’s had.

“Oh you were right, ‘toru.” Satoru snickers, “Told you.”

And with that, Suguru starts a steady pace. Gojo holds onto you. One of his hands soothes down one of your thighs, then back up again. He repeats this motion before he settles on rubbing your clit.

The head of Suguru’s cock keeps bumping up against your sweet spot, making you see blinding flashes of white. Your head falls back against Gojo’s shoulder, and he laughs at your reaction.

“Already fucked her stupid, huh?” Suguru grunts, “She’s milking me,”

Your little walls begin to clench and pulse around him. You feel the electrifying shocks beginning to move up your spine as the telltale signs of your orgasm become even more apparent. You try to warn them, but all that comes out are sweet, pathetic moans.

Gojo’s goading you on, practically begging you to cum. Something about this makes him want to see you make Suguru fall off the edge first. Thrust after thrust, both you and Suguru begin to fall deeper into the pit of ecstasy and bliss.

“Make him cum, pretty girl,” Satoru demands, and you whine.

The coil snaps and you cry out. Satoru slaps his hand over your mouth, not wanting to draw too much attention to your little trio. Suguru’s hips stutter as the fluttering of your walls pulls him over the edge along with you.

He moans that he’s cumming, which makes Satoru smirk. This is exactly what the white-haired man was trying to orchestrate this entire time. Before long, you feel the pulsing and throbbing of Suguru’s cock as he shoots his load deep inside of you. Before he’s even done riding out his high, Satoru pushes him aside and he impales you onto his cock.

“Lemme cum too,” Gojo murmurs against your skin as he fucks himself into you. “So close already…it’s so hot to watch my boyfriend to fuck you.”

His hips thrust faster and harder, driving himself further into your still-fluttering cunt. His moans become louder and his voice is shakier as the pleasure builds deep inside of him. He’s panting and grunting like an animal in heat.

“Such a good pussy,” Gojo moans into your ear. “Gonna make a mess inside your pussy, that okay with you pretty girl?”

You can only moan and nod at this point. You’ve been at the highest point of ecstasy for a while now, barely clinging to the reality of the situation. You then feel the throbbing of his cock, and Gojo is loud as he cums deep inside of you. You barely make out Suguru’s hand on Gojo’s mouth.

Slowly, he helps you back to your feet. You feel their mixed juices beginning to drip down your thigh, Suguru’s hands are on you as he helps you get dressed. You whine when you feel Satoru slap your pussy through your fully drenched panties.

And the three of you make your way towards the exit. Suguru makes sure to turn off the blacklights and smoke machine. Satoru keeps his arm wrapped around you, holding you close.

“So…back to mine for round two?” He asks, tilting his sunglasses down to allow you to see his eyes better.

How could you say no?

[ruruumin]

blue lock rivals!

₊˚ ᗢ blue lock! various x gn! reader.

⤷ (rin/sae/nagi/reo/isagi) the type of person & character they play in marvel rivals.

rin itoshi:

his first pick is lord black panther (he will proudly instalock him and unfortunately for you a one trick, so good luck trying to get him to play anything else!)

yes, he might die a little more often than others on your team, but he’s the one that gets MVP at the end of every match. he doesn’t expect you to heal him all the time and frequently dives in solo to pick off enemy supports (bless him because hes the reason why your team is able to push at all)

he has to get close and personal with the other team, destroying them from the backline first. he likes to target luna snow or mantis because those healers are the most annoying late game.

he only plays competitive. in his opinion, quickplay is for “losers trying to practice” and he wants to become the very best in the game (he will try his very hardest to gentle coach you because he absolutely hates losing). 

sae itoshi:

he is lord doctor strange, there is no doubt about it. 

he’s the one that is holding down point even when theres six people attacking him. hes the kind of person that stands alongside the team, typically in the middle, and never overextending (unless hes trying to take up space). 

when he shields you from hela and starlord ult, you might as well step down and propose to him, because he’s your hero. bless his soul because hes doing the absolute most in the team.

he doesn’t mind playing quick play or comp with you. he’s the kind of person that would rather spend time with you than get heated over a match (unless he somehow, by a miracle, matches up with rin he will put a little more effort into it)

nagi seishiro:

hawkeye & moon knight. 

nagi likes long ranged fighters. he feels like its too much work to get close to the other team and endanger himself, so he always plays it safe by hiding behind walls and corners (hitting multiple enemies with moon knight’s ankh just scratches an itch in his brain).

he will only hold point if he has to, not because he wants to. he hates losing more than anything and would rather die on point than on the sideline. 

he doesn’t like to play comp but will only do it if you beg him (for a boost) hes a lot better than anyone else you know, so why not take advantage of it? he’ll make you grandmaster if thats what you desire.

reo mikage:

lord loki.

he doesn’t mind being a strategist/support. if anything, it gives him more control over the game. he can copy other peoples ultimates (especially luna snow), and use it against the enemy team when you’re in a pinch. 

he bought every skin related to loki. he has the money, so why not spend it? if you also tell him you want the skin or battle pass, he would happily buy it for you! nothing makes him more happy than queuing up a game with you in (semi) matching skins. 

he would occasionally flex tank (most likely venom or thor because he likes the element of surprise). but he cannot solo tank so be prepared to do double tanks!

yoichi isagi:

peni parker & lord winter soldier.

he likes peni parker because the idea of setting down mines and spidernests that deal major damage appeals to him so much. it makes him come up with the most creative (and fucked up way) to screw the other team over. one time, he placed all of his mines down in one corner that he knew rin frequents just to kill him. 

when he doesn’t have to tank, he will play winter soldier (his one true main). he loves traumatizing the other team when he goes: AGAIN! AGAIN! because he will always target the supports first, taking them out from the backline and going after the dps and tanks.

he is the best person to play competitive with. he doesn’t get mad at you if you go on a lose streak, and always finds the passion to continue hitting queue because in his mind, you can’t end the night on a loss.

[xyywrites]

Writing ✨Villains ✨

Villains aren’t just bad guys to be defeated—they’re individuals with desires, insecurities, and emotions that shape their actions. So how do you write a villain that draws empathy, admiration, or even love from your audience?

Let’s break it down.

1. Give Them a Relatable Motivation

Villains often have personal stakes in their actions, which makes their goals more understandable. Even if their methods are extreme, the why behind them should make sense. Take Magneto from Marvel—he’s fighting for mutant rights because of the trauma he endured in the Holocaust. His hatred of humanity isn’t just for the sake of being evil; it’s rooted in a deep fear of oppression. Readers don’t just see a villain—they see someone who has been hurt and is trying to prevent others from experiencing that same pain.

2. Give Them Depth and Complexity

One-dimensional villains are hard to relate to, so give them layers. Kylo Ren from Star Wars also falls into this category—he's torn between the dark side and the light, haunted by his family and the shadow of Darth Vader. His internal struggle makes him more sympathetic, and while his actions are dark, you can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever turn things around.

3. Make Them Charming or Charismatic

Loki from the Marvel universe is a prime example of this. He's witty, clever, and has a tragic backstory that makes him compelling, even when he’s causing chaos. The charm helps balance out his darker actions, and there are moments where the audience wonders if they should root for him.

In The Dark Knight, The Joker is a complete anarchist, but his unsettling charisma and unpredictable nature make him compelling to watch, even if you hate his methods. He challenges the status quo, which in turn makes readers consider if maybe some of his ideas have merit.

4. Let Them Be Vulnerable

Villains don’t exist in a vacuum. Show their weaknesses, fears, and internal struggles to make them more human. Scar from The Lion King may be an intimidating figure, but his jealousy and bitterness stem from being overshadowed by his brother Mufasa. His vulnerability in wanting to be noticed and loved gives readers a glimpse into why he acts the way he does.

Darth Vader in Star Wars is another example. His descent into darkness is rooted in love and loss—the desire to save his wife from death led him to make tragic choices. As the audience sees him struggle with these emotions, they can understand why he fell to the dark side, even if they don’t agree with his actions.

5. Make Their Actions Justifiable (From Their Point of View)

Thanos from the Marvel Cinematic Universe sees himself as a savior, even though his plans involve wiping out half of all life in the universe. To him, it's a necessary evil. While the audience may not agree, they can see how someone could come to this conclusion, and that complexity is what makes him so compelling.

6. Use Their Relationships to Humanize Them

Villains often have relationships with others that show a more tender side. Raven from Teen Titans has a complicated relationship with her father, Trigon. His manipulation and the psychological toll he puts on her create empathy for Raven, as we see her fight against the very darkness she is born from. Similarly, Hela from Thor: Ragnarok has a complicated relationship with Thor and Loki, adding layers to her villainy.

Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender is another example. While she’s ruthlessly ambitious and terrifying, her relationship with her family—especially her father, Fire Lord Ozai—provides a glimpse into the motivations that drive her cruelty. Her vulnerability shows when she struggles with her identity, especially when she loses the one person who ever fully supported her.

7. Let Them Be 'The Antihero'

Sometimes villains are antiheroes, and their actions, though extreme, may align with the reader's personal values. Deadpool is a great example of a character who straddles the line between hero and villain. His sense of humor, emotional trauma, and self-preservation make him easy to root for, even if his methods are chaotic and unorthodox.

Harley Quinn : Her backstory with the Joker and her eventual break from him makes her a villain-turned-antihero. She’s a product of her abusive relationship, and as she seeks redemption, readers can’t help but want her to succeed—even if she’s still a bit off the rails.

8. Make Their Death (or Potential Redemption) Impactful

When a villain’s arc concludes—whether through death, redemption, or failure—it needs to feel earned. Severus Snape in Harry Potter is a perfect example of this. He’s a villain for most of the series, but by the end, readers learn the truth about his motivations and sacrifice. His redemption arc is poignant, and while he’s a morally grey character, his death is deeply impactful.

Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender also starts as a villain but grows into an antihero as his relationship with his father, his sister, and his country evolves. His redemption is gradual and earned, making his eventual turn toward good feel earned and satisfying.

TL;DR: Villains who make you almost root for them have depth, vulnerability, and charisma. They're not just "evil"—they’re complicated. And that's why we keep coming back for more.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 38

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I've been awake since 2am.

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After breakfast, you get ready to go into town with Frigga and Hela upon their vaunted ladies’ trip. An air of uncertainty persists around what exactly that means. Flowers, shopping, and what else?

You try not to let the mystery overshadow the Odinsons’ hospitality. You’d hate to come across ungrateful after all they’d done. Odin and Frigga hadn’t asked for anything in return all while receiving you with an open hand. Just like with all things, you go along to get along.

The drive has you in a sort of trance as you watch the landscape pass. The lush greens and speckles of violet and pink across the fields, thickening to looming forest of coniferous pines and towering oaks. Finally, the wilds thin into even ground and open into a township with a painted wooden sign.

The buildings are old but well-kept. Not like the large city with its pitted brick and steaming sewers. Every street here is like those that surround Laufeyson’s own estate. Curated and pristine. Just like the Odinsons themselves.

You pull in at a large gated lot. The iron barrier is overgrown with flowers and as you enter, you gape around at the expanse of petals and stems. You’ve never been anywhere so spectacular.

You trail behind Frigga as she browses the selection. You shy away from Hela but she’s hardly concerned with you as she admires a bunch of dark roses. You peer around as an assistant approaches at Frigga’s signal.

“What do you think, dear?” Frigga calls to you, “we want white for the event. Lilies, baby’s breath, gardenia?”

You blink and give some thought, “what about daisies?”

She smiles, “daisies, so simple but pretty.” She turns to the assistant, “do you have many?”

“We should have a few boxes ready for delivery,” she answers.

“Wonderful, we will have some daisies. Oh, and we could have some wisteria hanging. Mm, and miss, white tulips? You have those too?”

The assistant scribbles on her pad, “we can do those as well.”

“Hydrangea,” Hela insists as she approaches, standing behind you, “for the posts.”

“Yes, certainly, hydrangea,” Frigga repeats with a sharp point to the assistant. “Oh and lastly, I spoke with Val about the moonflowers, tell me they’re ready.”

“Yes, Mrs. Odinson, we have those set aside already.”

“Good, good,” Frigga remarks, “well, we’ll look around a bit more and let you know if anything else is required.”

“Yes, Mrs. Odinson,” the assistant nods and prompts strolls away.

“You wouldn’t like a splash of red, mother? Maybe some black?” Hela muses, “this Walpurgisnacht will be blinding.”

“Oh, tosh,” Frigga dismisses, “we have a theme. Which reminds me, darling,” she turns to you, “do you have a white dress packed?”

“White?” You blink, “um, no, I didn’t…”

“Not to worry, it’s why we came to town,” she tweets.

“Oof, mother,” Hela cringes. 

“Well, I know you certainly don’t have suitable attire,” Frigga reproaches.

“Actually, I’ve a marvelous white jumpsuit selected for just the event,” Hela challenges, “I can listen, I just often choose not to.”

Frigga gives a pinch look before she returns her attention to you, “well then, our task will be easier. I think chiffon might be nice…”

“You know, mother, I do feel as if I’m being replaced,” Hela snickers. You send her a guilty look but her smile holds no malice. She winks and arches a brow. “And yet I do think this little creature will look delectable in white.”

“Mm, yes,” Frigga side-eyes her daughter, “you do have a way with words, don’t you?”

“Oh, pardon me, I should be more like my brothers, would you prefer Thor,” Hela mocks and reaches for your hand, taking it as she caresses it emphatically, “oh lady, you are beautiful, I should wonder if what you hide under your skirt is equally as stunning–”

“Hel,” Frigga exclaims, mortified as she snatches her grasp away from you.

“Ah, alright, Loki,” Hela clears her throat and stiffens her posture, adjusting a non-existent tie, “yes, you are rather adequate. Hm, very acceptable.”

“Don’t,” Frigga commands, “you didn’t have to come if you’re only going to make a joke of it.”

“Oh, mother, that’s simply what it is, a joke,” Hela bats her lashes, “loosen up. Is that not what this day is for? To enjoy ourselves?”

Frigga sighs and shakes her head as she turns away. Your mouth slants as you watch after her nervously. Hela clucks and flicks her fingers dismissively, “once she has a taste of wine, she’ll let go.”

✨

You stand in the fitting room, staring dreadfully at the two hangers. One chosen by Frigga, the other by Hela. They are both beautiful but you’re not certain either of them suit you. You feel the long chiffon as you mull over the choice.

“Well, darling, let us see,” Frigga calls through the curtain.

You wince and recoil. You pull down the longer of the two, the flowy chiffon that caught Frigga’s eye. The one-shoulder cut cinches to draped skirt which drowns you. You look at yourself in the mirror and frown. The fabric seems to drown you.

You turn with a swish and pull back the curtain, stepping through awkwardly as you tug the skirt out of the way of your feet. Hela makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a gasp. Frigga fawns and daintily touches her cheeks.

“Oh, gods, that is gorgeous, isn’t it?” She comes forward and pinches a fold in the skirt.

“She looks like she’s caught in a snowstorm,” Hela muses, “please, she won’t be able to do much in all that.”

“I suppose,” Frigga backs up and folds her arms, “but I like the style, perhaps we might find something similar with less length.”

“Try mine,” Hela demands.

You look between them, not daring to argue with either. They seem to do enough of that. You spin and sweep behind the curtain once more. You shed the chiffon layers and pull on the satin sheath. There isn’t much to it. Thin straps and not much length, a slit up your thigh. It’s more lingerie than a dress.

You peek out shyly before you make yourself come out. Frigga’s face flushes and her lips part. Hela smirks and tilts her head as she bites her lip.

“Oh, fabulous,” Hela remarks.

“She cannot wear that,” Frigga throws a hand up.

“Why not, she has nice legs.”

“That isn’t… appropriate.”

“Well, mother, she can’t dress like an old matron either.”

“It was a perfectly nice dress–”

“For 1912,” Hela shoots back.

You shrink before them and let their back and forth fade into the background. You glance over the rack of white garments and zone out. You just want this to be over. You’re tired of being pulled back and forth like a game of tug-of-war.

Your name draws you back and you focus on the women watching you. You wince and teeter on your feet, “sorry, I was distracted.”

“I was saying,” Hela intones, “we should let you choose.”

“Me?” You blanch.

“Well, it is your dress,” Frigga utters reluctantly.

“Oh, but I… don’t know much about… clothes.”

“Never too late to learn,” Hela insists, “go on, have your pick. Surprise us.”

You glance back at the rack and wiggle your fingers. You slowly approach as the two other women retreat, still muttering to each other. You push through the hangers; too heavy, too stiff, too sheer.

You think you like this one. A simple sheath lining with a mesh overlay, little crepe flowers sewn into the out later. The straps are slender but the bodice is straight cut. It’s wonderful and dreamy. You take the hanger and quickly scurry back behind the curtain.

You switch out the short dress for your pick. You look at your reflection and nearly stagger. You love it. It’s adorable. You go to the curtain and brace yourself. What if they don’t like it? You exhale and ready yourself for disappointment.

You step through and the women face you. Neither say a word as they look at you. They consider you, eyeing you head to toe. Oh no! It’s hideous, isn’t it? You have no taste.

“I love it,” Hela chirps, “what about you, mother? Isn’t it gorgeous on her?”

“I… it’s so… you,” Frigga squeals, “yes, it’s perfect. And the little flowers. Ugh, amazing.”

“Really?” You stand on your toes nervously.

“You must have it,” Hela insists, “next, shoes… the pairing must be perfect.”

“Shoes…” you murmur. Does it ever end?

✨

Your day doesn’t end after the boutique. The tumultuous night slumps in your shoulders and droops in your eyelids as the hours stretch on. Your next stop is a sleek white building with sparkling glass doors. As you enter, the sterile lobby has you minimizing yourself in fear of staining the pure white tile or breaking the crystal counter.

Frigga and Hela strut towards the woman who stands behind the glass table and greet her breezily. She welcomes them by name as you trail behind like a mouse. You don’t belong here. Not a place like this. You might be with them but you’re not one of them.

Once more, you sink into a daze, trying to distance yourself from the present. From those feelings of unbelonging. Those old wounds from the schoolyard when you stood by the fence and kicked rocks, not daring to provoke anyone with an errant gaze.

“Dear,” Frigga jars you as she gently touches your arm, “did you have ID?”

“ID?” You say dumbly, not processing her request at first.

“They serve alcohol so it’s required to check-in,” she explains.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you clumsily grab your purse and unzip the top. You dig out your ID card and hand it over. Frigga has a brief glance at it before handing it over. The twitch beneath her eye worries you; has it expired?

You wait as Hela taps her short nails on the counter top. Finally, the woman behind the counter approves you for entry. You still don’t really get what this place is. There’s no signs aside from the marquee in swoopy cursive; Hvergelmir.

Another woman appears and takes you through an angular doorway. You’re guided to a private room with robes on hooks, cushioned benches and small cubbies. You watch Hela and Frigga as they remove their heels and set them on the low rack. You do the same, doing everything they do at a delay.

They tuck their bags into the cubbies and undress without shame, keeping only their underwear on as they wrap themselves in the silken robes. You face the corner as you strip and pull on a robe yourself.

It isn’t until you move on to the next room that you realise what this place is. A spa. You’ve never been to one but it’s exactly like you’ve seen on television. You recline as a woman smears your face with a mask and places cucumbers over your eyes. It’s relaxing even if it feels a bit strange.

After laying there for what seems like forever, a woman comes in to offer stemmed glasses of sparkling wine. You remove the sliced veggies from your eyes and accept one in kind with the other women.

“I think I might get a wrap,” Hela declares, “I need the cleanse.”

“Mm, I think I might do the steam room,” Frigga drawls before she sips from her glass. You take a tiny sip, reminding yourself of your last indulgence and the disaster that followed. Hela downs half the glass in a single gulp.

“What about you?” Hela looks at you pointedly. “Would you like to join me for the seaweed wrap?”

“Um, what is that?” You ask.

“Oh, darling,” Frigga sits up and grabs a leather folio, “have a look. You can choose whatever you like.”

You accept the little booklet and open it up to the laminated inside. You read through each item and the description below. The steam room sounds uncomfortable, you’re not a fan of sweating, and the seaweed thing sounds slimy…

“Mud bath?” You read allowed.

“Good choice,” Hela praises, “I might join you after my wrap.”

“Oh, okay,” you close the book and put it on the small round table close to you.

Frigga picks up the small golden bell and rings it. The same woman appears and Frigga lists off the treatments for each of you. She’s led away first, then someone comes to fetch Hela, and finally, you’re taken away by another woman with a high ponytail.

The woman helps you cover your hair with a towel and hands you back your wine glass. She leads you into a room with long rectangular tubs filled with reddish brown muck. She points you to one at the end and you put your glass on the little ledge that juts out from the side.

She helps you remove your robe, “you can keep your underwear on if you like. We can provide a fresh pair after, but you may want to remove your bra.”

You nod and dip your head down to unhook your bra. She reaches to take it and you hesitantly hand it over. She hangs your robe from a hook on the wall and leaves you there. Alright, so you just get in?

You step over the high wall of the tub and lower yourself into the warm mud. It doesn’t feel too bad. You slide around slightly before you’re able to find your bearings and reclining against the slanted back. Is this relaxing? 

You close your eyes but not for long. You end up staring at the lines between the ceiling tiles. You stir the mud with your fingers. You feel childish, like you're making mud pies.

You stop as you hear voices. You peek over for just a moment as someone else enters. A tall woman with a swirl of black hair escaping the towel on her head strides in, her tall figure draped in one of the ivory robes. The attendant takes her to the tub across from yours.

You try not to watch as she opens her robe, revealing her sleek body shamelessly. She eases into the tub with a sigh and the attendant leaves. You keep your eyes up as tension fills the space.

“The mud is nice today,” she says, startling you.

You nod and look at her as she stretches her arms around the walls of the tub. Her chest is barely concealed by the muck.

“You don’t come here often. I’ve not seen you around.”

You shake your head, “first time.”

“Ah,” her blue eyes gleam, “special occasion?”

“Erm, not really, I… Walpurgisnacht,” you pronounce the word delicately.

“That’s not for a few days,” she intones.

“You know it?”

“Yes, of course, everyone around here does. And this year, with Frigga hosting, it will be a spectacle.”

“You know Frigga?” You wonder.

She laughs, “of course I do. Who doesn’t?” Her tone is dry and her expression haughty, “how do you know her?”

“Um, I… work for her son,” you utter flatly.

“Thor?”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you correct her.

“How amusing,” she smirks, “what’s your name?”

You answer, your chest binding up tightly. You feel like you shouldn’t be talking to her. Something about the way she grins.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she purrs, “I’m Sif. You might tell my ex-husband I send my regards.”

You swallow dryly and stare at her. Your heart is pounding and your ears ringing. Sif? In the flesh? She’s absolutely gorgeous. You can see why she haunts the Odinsons. She’s perfect. 

Now you know why you will never live up to Laufeyson’s expectations. Why he’s so hard to please. Compared to her, well, you can never compare to her. She is immaculate.

[yourimagines]

Hi can you write for angryginge13 he done a video with Danny Aaron’s on the sidemen channel it was a 20vs 2 can you do where the reader is one on the girls can you make it long please xx

Sure, sorry it took me so long, I’m had some troubles writing this one, I had to watch this video because I rarely watch sidemen videos nowadays (I used to be a big fan but I think I outgrown them.) I hope it’s good enough for you 💕

20 vs 2

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, fluff

Y/F = your friend

Y/A= your age

Y/N POV

I was nervous as I walked to the building where I was expected. I was selected to be in a sidemen 20 vs 2 video. The only thing I know is it’s two people instead of one. “Hi, welcome can I help you?” A older lady asked me as I entered the building. “Hi, yes I’m here for the sidemen video.” She nodded and looked at her paper. “Your name dear?” “Y/N Y/L/N.” She wrote something down and looked up, flashing me a smile. “Okay, you can go over there, the crew will help you out further, have fun.” Smiled back at her. “Thank you.” I walked over to the place she pointed to and I was greeted by a few people. “Hi, welcome I’m here to help you out today if you need something.” A younger lady smiled at me, guiding me through the building. “First time?” “Yes, it’s my first time.” She nods and leads me to a room, there were already other ladies waiting in there. “Okay, well just be yourself and everything will be just fine.” ‘Okay…great.’

The other ladies were giggling and laughing about something as I sat alone in a chair, waiting for a clue. “Y/n was it right?” A girl sat down next to me and smiled. “Yes that’s me.” “Hi I’m Hela I’m a friend of Y/F.” I shook her hand and smiled. “Hi, nice to meet you Hela.” We both talked a bit about how we got here, if we already knew who those people are going to be, about food and about our social life.

“Okay ladies, are you ready?” A guy walked up, looking around the room. “Yes? Okay let’s make a line and you walk up and do your thing.” There were some mumbling as we all formed a line, Hela was standing in front of me. “Good luck.” I whispered to her. “Thank you, good luck as well.” The line started to move and my heart started to beat faster and faster every time I’ve got closer and closer. “Can you see who they are?” I asked Hela. “Yeah…I think it’s Danny and…Morgan.” ‘Angryginge?!’ “Really?” “Yup, I see some red hair.” ‘Oh my god!’

“Next.” Hela walked up to them and I got really nervous. ‘Don’t make a fool of yourself.’ They laughed and she was getting through the first round. “Next.” A man said and I walked up, flashing them a smile. “Hello love, what’s your name?” Morgan said as he started to blush. “Hi guys, I’m y/n.” They both smiled as Morgan looks away. “Okay y/n what’s your age and where are you from?” Danny asks with a grin on his face. “I’m Y/A old and I life in London at the moment.” Danny punches Morgan playfully. “Okay thank you. It’s a yes for me…Morgan?” “Yes.” I smiled and nodded. “Thank you.” I walked past them and saw Danny laughing at Morgan, who was completely red in his face. ‘He’s so cute.’

“Oh my god, he’s so into you.” Hela says as we got some lunch. “No maybe he’s just shy.” She giggles softly. “Girl he was totally blushing when you appeared.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Okay maybe he was but that doesn’t mean he likes me.” I took a sip from my soda as Hela shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just saying…maybe you should try it out.” ‘Try it out…’

“Okay, it’s your turn, go over there and take a seat.” One of the producers said, I friendly nodded and walked over, as I sat down Morgan walks in, he smiles and shyly reach out to shake my hand. I got up and grabbed his warm hand and smiled. “Hi.” “Hey, nice to see you again.” I nodded and sat down, he did the same and relaxed in his chair. “So, how are you doing?” “I’m doing good thank you, how are you?” He nods and looks to the side. “I’m good, do you like video games?” His face was a bit red and he began to fiddle with his hands as he waited for me to answer. “Yes I actually do.” “Really?!” He sat back up and smiled. “Yes really.” “What games?” I shrugged. “A lot, like call of duty, stardew valley, halo. Just everything.” “Soulmates.” He mumbled and I shyly smiled down at my lap. “You like a guy that also games?” “Sure why not?” We both laughed a bit awkwardly and he moved his legs a bit, trying to sit comfortable. “Do you like my name angryginge.” ‘Uhh…’ “yeah, ifs that what you think you are sure.” He slowly nods. “I not that angry tho, only when I’m shit at a game I’m angry, I’m actually a nice guy.” He rambled quickly. “I figured it out already.”

The whole conversation was awkward but funny, the questions he got from them were hilarious. “So you like me?” I nodded and he smiles. “You have to say it.” “What? That I like you?” I asked as he shyly nods. “Okay, I like you angryginge.” He fist bumps into the air and leans backwards into his seat. “Yes..!” I giggled and shook my head. “I love you so so so much.” He say as his face becomes redder than red. “I think we should marry.” He adds softly. “I think we should.” I said with a giggle. He stands up and walks a bit away from the two lounge chairs. “Come here my wife.” I stood up and giggle. “I can’t be your wife if we haven’t even been married yet.” He laughs and went through his hair. “Don’t act all smart now with me.” I laughed and we both stood there awkwardly. “Ladies first.” “For what?” “Your vows.” ‘My vows…’ “I promise that we shall never stop playing video games together and I will always revive you.” “Aww that’s actually sweet.” I became a bit reddish in my face and shyly shook my head. “Your turn.” He sighed softly and looked at me. “I promise you the same and that I will share my food with you.” I giggled and he laughs. “Now we are married.” And with that he walks back to the his chair.

Morgan pov

The guys were telling me that the time was over and I felt a bit sad about it. “It was nice to meet you y/n.” I gave her a hug and she gladly returned it, I softly whispered into her ear. “Dm me.” She pulls back and smiles. “It was nice meeting you a well.” With that she walks backstage as the guys were cheering in my ear. “Yess let’s go.” Danny yells and I chuckled as I went back to them. “She likes you.” Tobi says as I joined them. “Nahh she’s just playing.” I sat as I tucked my hands in my hoodie. “No for real, you won her.” Ethan says with a laugh. Danny pats my shoulder and I sat down on his place as he walks away for his turn. “I’ll give you the information.” JJ whispers into my ear and flashed me a smile. I friendly smiled back and looked in front of me at the screen as Danny started his last date.

“Guys I’m going, it was a real pleasure today.” Danny says as we all walked back to the parking lot. “It was a fun day today.” I agreed with Danny and stopped at my car. “I’ll speak to you guys soon, okay?” The nodded and JJ stopped next to me. “I’ll text you later today about I said earlier.” I smiled and nodded. “Thanks.” He nods and walks to his own car. “Okay, drive safe guys.” Tobi says as I got in and drove to my apartment.

As cupido was watching me, JJ and y/n texted me the same time. JJ gave me her personal information and y/n send me a dm on instagram. ‘Thank you universe for this miracle.’ I quickly responded to jj with some thumbs up and after that I responded back to her.

Y/ninsta: hi, I hope you remember me, I’m your gamer wife 😂

Me: of course if remember my wife 😉

Y/ninsta is typing……

Y/ninsta: haha 😜

Me: how was your day?

Y/ninsta: good and yours?

Me: good, I had a great time with you today ☺️

Y/ninsta is typing……

Y/ninsta: me too 🙈

I blushed and smiled at my phone. ‘Oh man…she got me real good.’ I went through her instagram page and liked a few photos. ‘She’s beautiful…’ her name popped up on the top of my screen and I clicked on it.

Y/ninsta: are you stalking me?

Me: maybe…

Y/ninsta: I’m stalking you too…

Me: soulmates

Y/ninsta is typing……

Y/ninsta: then ask me out

Me: tomorrow?

Y/ninsta: tomorrow is fine

Me: we meet up at the Lego store

Y/ninsta: can’t wait 😉

Me: me neither 😉 😘

Y/ninsta: 🙈

‘Oh my god, she’s the one.’ I fell backwards into my bed and smiled like an idiot. ‘I think I’m in love…’ I went to my text messages and texted the guys.

Me: I have a date tomorrow, thanks for finding me my soulmate 😂 🙈

Ethan: haha

Tobi: yay 🙌

Harry: gross Morgan 🤮

Me: you are gross Harry

JJ: let’s go my man

Simon: congrats man

Josh: use protection

Me: I will Josh 😉

Vikk: no problem, let’s us know how it went

Danny: you have better luck than I have, Hela ghosted me lol

Me: you were awfull to her man.. lol

Filly: hey my man 👍🏻

Me: thanks guys 😂

My phone kept buzzing as the others started to response as well, I lay my phone away and went to my computer. ‘ I really need to play some games before I go nuts.’ I smiled as I saw she found my gamer tag. ‘Maybe a video game with her wouldn’t hurt…right?’ I instantly invited her and waited, waited for her to join me. A few seconds later a pop-up sound was heard and I heard her shy voice through my headset. “Hi.” “Hey.”

——— the end

Okay this is sh*t I’m so sorry 🙈

[harknessxo]

All My Works Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme.

➥ This Masterlist contains all my works, I hope you enjoy 🤗

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

MARVEL

Agatha Harkness

Love At First Sight ♤

Summary: When Agatha saw you she knew you were going to be hers.

Unattended ♡

Summary: Agatha has been working all day and leaves you unattended.

You Can Run But You Can’t Hide ♤

Summary: Agatha slowly starts to isolate you so you can only rely on her and her alone but her plan has one flaw.

I’ve missed you ♤♢

Summary: You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wanda’s distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldn’t be able to find you. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safe…or so you thought. (This is also based on the one clip of Rio pinning Agatha to the wall.)

Neighborly Desires ♤♢

Summery: You had recently moved into Westview. Your mother had passed away and you wanted a new start in a small town. Agatha was your neighbor there and she didn’t waste any time welcoming you into town. She thought you were so adorable and so innocent…she wanted to be the one to corrupt you. She needed to be patient, careful, and precise.

Agrio ♢

Summery: The fight scene between Agatha and Rio but with smut.

Unraveling ♡

Summary: For the past three years, Agatha was trapped under the Scarlet Witch’s spell. Trapped in her own mind to play the character of Agnes, the nosy neighbor. But even then she was able to find some sort of happiness, you. At some point, you always found yourself at her house, talking or just watching tv together and in Agatha’s mind it became a romantic comedy where you were her love interest. It was such a refresher after the nightmares of her past she had every night. Then came the day the spell was suddenly lifted. Agatha had finally come to her senses. She had fallen in love again after all these years but were you even real? She had no sense of what was real or fake.

THE GREATEST ♧♡

Summery: Agatha has to make a choice without hurting you.

THE DINER ♤♢♧♡

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, you had the pleasure of being Agatha’s next victim but she takes a liking to you.

Cigarettes out the Window ♢♧♡

Summary: You go into a fight with your parents about your grades and ran to the only safe place you know, Agatha.

Needy ♢

Summary: Agatha finds you touching yourself without permission when she got off work and gives you a much needed punishment.

House Of Balloons ♤♢

Summary: When Agatha went into Westview her goal was to find the source of such chaotic magic but the moment she saw you, her plan changed just a little bit.

Love is Embarrassing ♤♢

Summary: Your girlfriend, Kate, broke up with you and you decided it’s time to get a therapist before you fall down a spiral you can’t get out of.

Professor Harkness ♢

Summary: Agatha is a very attractive but strict Professor in your College. You somehow manage to keep up with her without seducing her like many students tried but failed to, which makes her take an interest in you.

Hela Odindottir

Too Sweet ♢

Summery: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Okoye

Lesson ♢

Summary: Okoye thinks you're a spoiled brat and deserve a lesson.

Shuri Udaku

No Escape ♤♢

Summary: You tried to escape but there is no escaping her.

Pretty Little Thing ♤♢

Summary: You were sent on a mission to retrieve vibranium from Wakanda for S.H.I.E.L.D. In the process you get caught by the Black Panther.

Queen Ramonda

You Don’t Deserve To Mourn ♧

Summary: When Ramonda drowns, Shuri blames it on you.

The Set Up ♡

Summary: You work as a scientist in Shuri's lab, and one day the Queen walks in to talk with Shuri and T'Challa about something. You find it impossible to take your eyes off of her. Shuri and T’Challa notice and set you both up.

My Queen ♡♢

Summary: The Queen has been having a stressful day so you help her out.

For Your Own Good ♤♢♡

Summary: “When she was told of her husband’s death she was devastated of course, but the first thing on her mind was you. She couldn’t let another person she loved to get killed, not under her watch. She thought the best way to keep you safe was to have you with her at all times, whether you liked it or not.”

Try That Again ♢

Summary: Ramonda had been busy all day and you wanted attention so you decided to have a bratty attitude but she had none of it.

WWE

Charlotte Flair

Not So Permanent ♢

Summary: After Charlotte is suspended for attacking a ref she goes to your office in hopes to change your mind about her punishment.

Revenge ♧♢♡

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

Workout ♤♡

Summary: You and Charlotte went I the gym. A guy thought it was a good idea to mess with you and Charlotte took care of it.

Still Your Mami ♢

Summary: Charlotte congratulates Rhea after their match in more ways than one.

Rhea Ripley

Always Back To You ♧♢♡

Series Summary: Rhea has a one night stand with none other than the tribal chief Roman Reigns. Eventually that one night stand becomes multiple one night stands and her life gets turned upside down.

You Belong To Me ♢?

Summary: You break a rule and Rhea makes sure you get in line.

Revenge ♧♢♡

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

I’m Your Papi ♢

Summary: Rhea has a new papi.

Roman Reigns

Always Back To You ♧♢♡

Series Summary: Rhea has a one night stand with none other than the tribal chief Roman Reigns. Eventually that one night stand becomes multiple one night stands and her life gets turned upside down.

Other

Larissa Weems

Almost Caught ♢

Summary: You acted like a brat towards Larissa and in the middle of your punishment, your family interrupts.

Nightmares ♡♢

Summary: You have been having nightmares and Larissa wants to help you but in the process, feelings rise up.

Alice Chambers

Reminder ♤♢

Summary: A woman flirts with you at the grocery store and Alice shows you who you belong to.

Harley Quinn

Crazy ♤♢

Summary: You were assigned to be Harley Quinn's new psychiatrist and things take a turn.

[sweetdreamr]

if everyone in ragnarok had been in character

*Surtur scene*

Thor: Wait, is this a thing I do? Talk to myself? Have I always done this? It seems rather unhealthy.

Peter Parker: WOW, that’s judgey.

************************* *The Tragedy of Loki scene*

Loki as Odin, lounging around eating grapes: And that, my subjects, is how a total dipshit would impersonate me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have actual ruling to do.

**************************

*Tragedy of Loki Part 2*

Thor: Nothing will stop Mjolnir, even your face.

Loki as Odin: That would be terrifying if I didn’t know how to do this *fucking vanishes*

Thor: Fuck, I forgot he can do that.

**********************

Sidewalk scene:

*portal opens up underneath Loki*

Loki: *turns into a bird and flies above said portal*

Dr. Strange: Fuck, I forgot he can do that.

***********************

*Odin’s death scene*

Odin: I love you, my sons.

Thor: ....are you telling me, Father, that you made no plans in the event of your death? Which was inevitable, because as you yourself once said, “We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die.”????

Odin: *fucks off into glitter no that is seriously what happened*

Thor: That’s very pretty, Father, but I’m still angry.

Loki: Now I’m REALLY not sorry I sent him to Shady Pines.

**************************

*after elevator scene*

Thor: Hey, what’s that on your back?

Loki: Oh come on, that’s the oldest trick in the---

Thor: Never mind, it’s just your hair. *picks it off Loki’s shoulder*

Loki: For a moment I thought you were going to attach an obedience disc to my back and leave me convulsing for the Grandmaster to find and presumably melt.

Thor: That greatly offends me! Only a complete ass would do such a thing! The only way it could be worse is if I made a self-aggrandizing speech about heroism and change while engaging in an act of torture!

Loki: That would indeed be nonsensical. Nearly as bad as me plotting to betray you for mere coin. And confessing to it, before I am safely out of the way of your inevitable counterattack.

*both stare at the camera like on The Office*

**************************

*Hulk turns back into Bruce*

Bruce Banner: *completely freaking the fuck out* Wait, what do you mean I’ve been murdering slaves for the past to years? The whole reason I left Earth was to keep from hurting anyone else! Are we going to address this at all? At any point? Ever?

Thor: No, apparently we are to engage in ten minutes’ worth of jokes about the anal cavity of one called the Devil.

Bruce: .....wHAT?

****************************

*after being promoted to Executioner* Skurge: Um, my queen?

Hela: Yes?

Skurge: Why does the Goddess of Death need an Executioner? I mean, you can pretty much kill with a touch, right? You rule over the realm of the dead?

Hela: ...you know what? I’m honestly not sure.

Skurge: I mean, if having a fuckton of swords makes you the Goddess of Death, does that mean that if I  go to CostCo and get a cartload of drain cleaner, I’m the God of Death?

Hela: .....

*********************************

*Surtur destroys Asgard*

Korg: Whoops there goes your foundation.

Asgardians: Who the fuck is this asshole can we just grieve for our entire civilization in peace for ten seconds

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

The Flip Side Part 13

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9.6k

Summary: Your motivation to continue working as a mobster in Chicago is dwindling after the birth of your daughter.

A/N: Sorry for the unplanned hiatus. This was just very difficult to write! 

Warnings: Angst, violence, mentions of abuse, death, blood, non-con kissing

Dean sighs quietly behind his mask as he watches his fellow rebels go through the nightly routine of taking off all of their body armor. Since being approached by Skurge and encouraged to go against you to try and rehabilitate your criminal empire, he and another 5 people that he’d recruited lived in what had essentially become a frat house. It could house up to 15 people, and there was no personal space, but it’s not like they had much time to enjoy it anyway. If they weren’t sleeping, they were out assisting Hela in some way. Most of the time they were serving as ‘hired’ muscle and intimidation as the brunette continued to recruit from your ranks. People were unsure of what was happening at first, but after the first mass execution a couple of days ago, they were beginning to fall in line or disappear. 

Dean’s only helping because he wants to see you fail. He’d never really liked you and even after working for you for three years, his opinion hasn’t changed. He’d never sought out a group of people who felt the same, but he gravitated toward them as he came across them over the years. They’d all becomes friends and when they’d been approached about double-crossing you, they’d been cautiously optimistic. This was something they’d wanted for a while, but hadn’t been able to swing themselves. 

Now with Hela’s help, they were much closer to having someone else in charge. Someone that would hopefully treat them better. That said, he’s currently exhausted, and as soon as he’s out of his heavy armor he collapses into his bed. He groans when his stiff muscles begin to relax as he closes his eyes. He thinks back to how busy these past few days have been. He’s spent a lot of time out and about helping Hela terrorize your still faithful employees. He’d even gone to your penthouse which is something he never thought he’d get the chance to do. 

When he’d been told that he was going to hold your wife at gunpoint, he was a little reluctant. Not because he particularly cared about either of you, but he feared that his involvement would get him killed. He had not expected her to be the one to shoot first and ask questions later. The urge to hurt the three of them had been nagging at him the entire time they were there, but they’d been given orders to only shoot if you were uncooperative. After a short and sickeningly sweet conversation, you gave up your freedom to keep your wife, friends and dogs safe. 

He had to hand it to you, it was brave coming back here to face Hela. She’d already alluded to your imminent demise, and he was surprised to see that you were here with very little protest. You must be thinking about your family, and hoping that you’ll get back to them at some point. However, as soon as Hela gets your empire back to it’s former glory, she’s going to get rid of you for good. 

Hela frowns at the silly question before shaking her head with an exaggerated sigh. She stands up and moves toward the monitors until she’s standing right in front of the one you must have seen. It’s your wife’s restaurant, at least a view from the street and it’s one of the first places she’d decided she wanted to monitor. The first was your penthouse. Her plan was to get your attention and she knew that this would be most effective by using those close to you. It took her a while to decide what she wanted to do. She’d wanted you in jail for whatever she planned because she knew it would make you feel helpless, but she’d eventually decided to spare Wanda’s life. She figured you’d be more compliant if she left her alive, and so far, you had been. 

She hopes that you realize they won’t be alive for too much longer. 

“You should know the answer to this, darling. You must use people’s weaknesses against them if you want to get your way.” 

You’re not surprised, rather disappointed by this answer and you shake your head before offering a small smile. 

“I didn’t forget.” 

You don’t get a response as Hela turns back toward the screens in front of her and takes a few steps back. She looks at all of them and you wonder what’s on her mind, and if any of it is going to affect you. 

“So what’s the next step? How are we going to revive my dying empire?” 

Yelena’s scowling as she looks to the barbed whip in her sister’s hand with a shake of her head. They were working on finding a way to attack the bullet proof soldiers the next time they saw them, and they were going through their entire arsenal. They realize that they were going to have to rely on brute force to best the damn minions that Hela had been sending all over town. Nat had been trying to track them from a distance, and after an entire day of following them she’d found their homebase. Unfortunately, they would be very outnumbered if they tried to attack there. Nat had counted 8 of them coming and going in one day, and she couldn’t see inside so she wasn’t able to say what their odds would be. 

“What about this?” 

Nat turns to see her sister’s holding up a modern-day version of a flail that might just do the trick. Nat walks forward so she can inspect it and then she wracks her brain for whether or not she has enough of these types of things to face off with. She sighs before realizing that she’s going to have to go to her vault. 

“That’s good, but I think we need to take a quick trip for something better.” 

Wanda sighs as she tries again to pick up the pot in front of her. She’d been staring at it for twenty minutes since she put down Natalya for a nap, and she hadn’t even reached out for it. It wasn’t that her arms hurt that much. No it was mostly the fact that she hadn’t thought about cooking since the accident. That’s what she was calling it anyway, but it had rattled her enough to stick to using the microwave to prepare meals. This wasn’t that much of an inconvenience except when she wanted to cook breakfast, or the urge to bake made her wander around the kitchen. 

For this reason, Wanda was trying to ease herself back into cooking, and the kitchen as a whole. Mostly the stove. You’d helped her a lot and her brother had too, but now that she was alone, at least for a little bit she had to try and do something for herself. She also knew that she couldn’t be afraid for too long. She loves cooking and she doesn’t want to lose that because of what Hela did to her. She’s placed a pot half full with water on the stove, and she just had to find the courage to turn it on. She wasn’t even sure what she would do with it, but she hadn’t really thought that far ahead. She was going to turn it on soon. She just needed another minute. 

She startles when she feels a dog brush up against her leg, and she looks down to see Rogue watching her impatiently. She smiles at him before reaching down to pet his head with a sigh. She wishes you were here with her, but she supposes the next best moral support for this is her dog. She keeps one hand on Rouge as she reaches out to turn on the stove in front of her. Despite the desire to look away, she watches as the little flames turn on and she holds her breath and waits for something to happen. She lowers her arm because it’s starting to ache, and she just stands by watching until the water begins to boil. When it’s bubbling, Wanda smiles slightly before looking down to Rogue who’s still watching her closely. He licks her hand and whines before following her to the pantry. 

“How about some hot chocolate, bud?” 

Rogue watches her grab a mug and pour some powder into it with a sigh. She glances at her phone that she’d left beside the stove, and she has to resist the urge to check your location again. She’s never checked it so frequently and it felt stalkerish, but in this situation she believed that it was okay. Well, it wasn’t okay because it was driving her crazy knowing where you were and not being able to do anything to get closer to you. She considers how she’ll get you back as she takes her first sip. She hears Natalya fuss through the monitor a few seconds later, and she’s grateful for the distraction. She sets her mug down and heads toward the nursery only to find that Boone’s already there. She greets him with a quick scratch as she walks through the door to check on her mewling baby. 

“What’s wrong, little one?” 

Wanda watches as Natalya squirms and cries in distress, but she’s not sure why. She ate a little earlier so she must be lonely, and Wanda decides to sit with her for a while. She rocks her daughter on her lap as she talks to her in Sokovian for a while, and by the time she finishes she’s tearing up a little. She kisses her baby’s head before thinking about what you might be doing. 

“Do you miss. Mom, little one? She’ll be home soon, I promise. Right now she’s…well it’s a little complicated sweetheart. She’s cutting ties with someone she used to know, but as soon as she’s done with that, she’ll be back to us. You’ll be excited to hear that she’s promised to be around for us more. You will have both of your moms around all day. You’ll be sick of us, but I’m very excited to have both of you home with me. I’ve missed it. 

Once Nat’s settled again and fallen asleep, Wanda puts her back in her crib and carefully steps over Rogue as she heads back to the kitchen. Her hot chocolate is cold but she just heats it up in the microwave before finishing it off. She looks to her phone when it beeps and she smiles when she sees her brother’s texted her.  She rolls her eyes before typing out a quick response. She decides that she needs to figure out what you’re up to soon. She’s going to give you a couple of hours before checking in again, but she’s not just going to sit around and wait for an update. She wanders down the hall and toward one of the extra bedrooms. You have so many that you don’t even use this one, or at least not for guests. Even if each of your friends wanted their own room, this one would stay untouched because it housed some of your many, many weapons. 

Wanda sighs as she pushes the door open and switches on the light with a grimace. Her arms are aching from her time with Natalya, but she continues into the room and heads straight for the closet. She loved you a lot, and despite understanding your paranoia a little better now, she was still shocked sometimes by how much effort you put into hiding things. She switches on the light before sliding the door open and looking around the seemingly empty space. Nothing catches her eye immediately and she spends almost a full minute looking for the hidden panel that will open the very large safe room that you’d had built into this closet. 

After entering the combination to the lock, she hears the telltale rumbling of the door unlatching and a second later it opens. Wanda’s grateful that it opens on its own because this door is very heavy. Wanda leaves it open behind her since she didn’t grab a baby monitor, and she steps inside the room that’s almost larger than the dog’s room. It’s filled with guns, ammunition, and other weapons that you’ve used over the years, but haven’t touched in a while. The large wooden desk in the back of the room is one you rarely used, and the couch that was mostly for the dogs also looked untouched. 

Wanda had come in here primarily to look for a specific gun, but her eyes are drawn toward the series of pictures she’d put up in here. Initially, when you’d showed her the room, it had been wall to wall guns, and she’d immediately asked you to change this. Not only was it disturbing, but it was unsecure and a little excessive. You’d caved when your wife had promised to redecorate tastefully for you, and despite being a little anxious about it, Wanda hadn’t disappointed. 

The series of pictures she’d had framed for you were of your two beloved dogs. Starting with them as puppies, Wanda had used some of the many, many pictures you’d captured of them over the years to show how they’d grown from small puppies, to your full-grown loyal companions. Before Natalya was born, you’d come in here sometimes and just look at the pictures and admire your dogs. After, you’d joked that you had an entire room dedicated to your dogs, and more pictures of them than your daughter in the house. Wanda decided to change this, but you both agreed that it was a little weird to put pictures of Natalya in here with your weapons. 

Wanda looks away from a picture of Rogue and Boone wrestling when they were just puppies and turns toward the far wall behind your desk. Since she made you reorganize in here, there were nearly a dozen locked drawers that held specific types of guns. She was looking for one that you hadn’t used in years. She smiles widely as she puts in the code and waits to see the rifle that she wants to use on a particular brunette. 

You take a deep breath as you stare at your hand with a longing look. You twirl the rings on your finger as you think about what tonight would bring. You’re exhausted and want to sleep despite passing out after being brought here, but you don’t feel safe. You had been led to a room that was surprisingly nice, but this did nothing to quell your fears of Hela coming to find you after you freshened up. You didn’t have a lock on the door, and you had no weapons nearby to protect yourself with. You were wearing clothes that were too large for you as you wait on the comfortable bed, and you feel yourself fading with each passing second. Your eyes flutter dangerously and you miss the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. 

It's the sound of someone knocking that makes you sit up straight and tense in anticipation. Your achy muscles protest, but you do your best to ignore it as you turn to face whoever’s come to bother you. 

You’re a little puzzled by the appearance of one of Hela’s armed minions, but you quickly realize you’d forgotten how much Hela liked wielding her authority like this. You remember how she’d had people run ridiculous errands for her, and the fact that this is one of those times makes you feel like you’re that scared 23-year-old who hadn’t known how to escape your tormenter. 

You try to push these thoughts aside as you stand up and follow the brunette to wherever Hela was waiting for you. 

Hela had considered a few different options for how she wanted tonight to go. She knew you still weren’t on board with any of this. You were mostly confused and homesick, but she decided that distraction was the most appropriate course of action for now. She remembers how easily distracted you were when she knew you, and just watching you these past few weeks has told her that you haven’t changed much in this regard. 

She finishes putting her hair up and she stands with a sigh as she looks in the mirror. This month has been an exhausting one for her, and even though you’re not truly back yet, having you nearby makes her body feel like it can relax a little. She has to resist the urge to let her guard down though because she feels that you are still going to try and betray her. She hears footsteps coming down the hall and she makes sure her robe is tied before she turns toward the door with an impassive expression. 

The resounding knock a few seconds later almost makes her smile. 

“Come in.” 

As you’re led down a long, dark hallway, you’re given plenty of time to consider what could be waiting for you on the other side of the door. You try to think of Wanda and your daughter at home as Dean stops in front of the door and knocks so loudly you almost flinch. You fiddle with your rings as you wait impatiently, anxious to figure out what Hela has planned. You consider every grizzly possibility that you can. You wonder if she’ll hurt you now, or if she’s going to make you hurt someone. Maybe she’ll--.

“Come in.” 

As soon as the door is swung open, Dean turns to leave, but not before pushing you through it roughly. You consider spinning around and punching him in the face for putting his hands on you, but the door practically slams shut before you can even look over your shoulder. You scowl and listen to him walk away before your attention is pulled back to Hela who’s watching you wordlessly. The brunette can’t help but smile at the fight that she still sees in you. You turn around slowly prepared to ask her what she wants, but the sight of her makes you stop short. You’re sure your eyes widen in surprise, but that really only lasts for a moment before you feel your muscles tense in fear.

“Sit.” 

Hela pats the spot beside her on the bed, and you just look at it for a few seconds before you force yourself to take the first step to close the distance. You hadn’t expected for Hela to greet you with barely any clothes on, and it was stressing you out. You sat down where she indicated, and if you sat a little further away than she wanted, you pretended not to notice. You focus on the soft carpet beneath your feet instead of the woman sitting next to you, but this only lasts for a few seconds before she starts talking. You look up to see her smiling at you and you feel something you can’t put a name to as Hela reaches out for you. 

“I wanted to tell you something, Y/n.” 

This isn’t a surprise to you, but you don’t dare say that as you notice the gun she has sitting on her bedside table. You just nod and wait for her to finish her thought. Your eyes start to wander to the dark purple silk that’s covering an undoubtedly insubstantial slip beneath. The color reminds you of the first person you’d killed, and you shudder at the memory of the poor drug addict. Hela misinterprets this but you don’t notice as you try to blink away the sight of the blood-soaked suit. 

Hela sighs as she decides to be honest and see how you react to it. She has only one goal in mind, and that’s keeping your empire for herself. If she is able to keep you as well then she’ll be happy, but it’s not really a priority. She just has to make sure that if you stick around, you and the rest of your family stays out of her way. 

“When I found you here a couple of months ago, I realized it was a chance for us to start over. Your business is struggling, but with my help, I know we can get it back on track.” 

You try not to react to the feeling of her hand on yours, and you focus on her bright eyes that tell you that she’s plotting something. Still, you smile slightly at the thought of your business improving and making more money. When you first started, your goal was to make a name for yourself. You needed money, but there had been dozens of other options for an occupation other than mobster that you could have, and should have pursued. That said, when you arrived in Chicago, you’d decided to try and prove Hela wrong. She’d only told you that you were useless and couldn’t do anything for yourself for months, so you’d thought you’d try to show her. It was foolish and stubborn, and you should have known better than to do something so reckless. 

You’d always loved food. Maybe you should have gone into the food industry, and there is a small chance you still would have met your wife. 

You realize you haven’t responded when you feel Hela squeeze your hand, and you quickly nod before releasing the breath you’d been holding. 

“I think…I think I’d like that."

Pietro frowns in confusion as he calls out for his sister again. He’d texted her to tell her that he would be by soon to check in and see if she needed help, but she hadn’t responded. He figured she might be resting, but as he wanders further into the penthouse, he realizes that might not be the case. The dogs that hadn’t greeted him at the elevator that he’d managed to get working just on card access, appear from a place where he doesn’t usually see them. Pietro holds out his hands for them to sniff, but they quickly get bored of him and go to their water bowl instead. 

This leaves Pietro to check in the nursery for his sister, but neither she nor his niece are there and his frown deepens. 

“Wanda?” 

He checks outside first to see if Wanda’s relaxing out there with Natalya, but all he finds are the other three dogs lying around or wrestling. He walks back into the living room to see a tail disappear down a hallway, and he decides to follow it. He turns the corner just in time to see one of the dogs disappear into a bedroom that his sister doesn’t use. Pietro just thinks that his sister might be crashing somewhere else to try and not think about your absence, and he’s kind of right. 

What awaits him is a confusing scene that takes him a bit to process. He watches Rogue head toward the couch where Wanda’s sitting with Natalya on her lap asleep. She looks near sleep too, but she hears him, or maybe her dog and she wakes up a little. She sits up and looks to her brother who’s looking around your secret room with a bewildered expression. Wanda hadn’t told him about this because she knew he wouldn’t approve. It honestly never came up, and since everything was either locked up or unloaded, it was perfectly safe for her to hang out in here, even if it’s a little odd. 

“Hi Piet.” 

Pietro’s attention turns back to his sister who’s making sure she hasn’t woken up her daughter before greeting her dog. Rogue sticks his nose in Wanda’s lap and sniffs Natalya before leaning against the couch with a yawn. They all look very comfortable, but Pietro’s still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this room even exists. 

“Hey, Wands. This is…new?” 

It’s more of a statement than a question, but Wanda still shakes her head as her brother wanders over to the free seat at the end of the couch. He sits down as Wanda glances around the room once again before sighing in defeat. She isn’t sure why she felt the urge to hang out in here. It didn’t make a lot of sense given how she felt about your job, but she had to admit it was a nice room, albeit a little unsettling if she thought too much about it. 

“Not really. She’s had this here basically since moving in.”

Wanda just smiles at her brother’s awestruck look as he continues to look around at the many weapons that are probably worth more than she wants to think about. He has to resist the urge to stand up and go touch, and instead he focuses on the other Maximoffs. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t know this was here. It’s so cool.”

Wanda rolls her eyes but she doesn’t stop her brother from reaching out for Natalya and holding her in his arms. He kisses his niece’s forehead before leaning back against the couch beside Boone. He’s resting his head on his sister’s leg, and he moves a little closer once her lap is freed up, but Rogue beats him to it. He jumps up onto the couch beside Wanda and plops down on top of her with a huff. Wanda can’t help but smile as she reaches out to scratch him. 

“Y/n would be happy to hear you say that.” 

Pietro smiles as he bounces Natalya in his arms gently enough to not wake her up. Wanda watches carefully as she glances to her phone on the table that she must not have heard earlier. 

“Sorry I didn’t answer. I’m just trying to relax, and not think about what she’s up to.” 

Wanda frowns at the thought and it doesn’t take Pietro long to figure out what she’s talking about. He’s only wondered what you were up to multiple times today, but any prolonged consideration made him too angry. He wanted you to wrap things up and come back to his sister, but he knew things were a little more complicated than that. He just had to wait until everything was in place, and give you a little more time before they decided to speed things up. 

Pietro knew his sister well enough to realize that she was coming up with a plan of her own as well. The fact that she was in here might be an escape now, but she wouldn’t come in here, of all the other rooms in her house, if she wasn’t looking for something. Pietro hoped it was a gun that would wipe Hela off the face of the Earth. 

Pietro tries to reassure his sister that you’re doing your best to get back to her and Natalya. He has to believe this or else he’ll spiral and get angry all over again. He’s doing his best to give you the benefit of the doubt, and it’s not even that difficult in this case. He knows how much you love your family, and leaving them isn’t an option. 

He shifts little Nat in his arms before shooting his sister a smile. 

“I’m sure she’s working hard to get back here, sestra.” 

You’re near sweating in your uncomfortable clothes as you and Hela sit facing each other at the end of her bed. She’s still holding your hand and you can tell it’s getting a little gross as you try to predict what Hela’s going to do next. Since telling her that you wouldn’t be opposed to returning your empire to its former glory, she hasn’t said anything. She’d only hummed in response and continued to hold your hand as she tried to read you. She hated to admit it, but she was out of practice and therefore not nearly as good at guessing your intentions. You’re still stiff and you look very uncomfortable as you resign yourself to your fate. You realize that the fact you’re even sitting here with Hela means that she wants something from you. It’s not a difficult conclusion to come to, but you’re usually slow to figure things out and you nearly kick yourself at the realization. 

You’re going to have to give her what she wants if you hope to save your family from any further harm. 

Hela watches as you deflate with a heavy sigh and a slow smile creeps onto her lips. You turn your hand over in hers before squeezing it gently. You are trying not to cry as you think about your wife at home and how much you miss her. It hasn’t even been a day, but you don’t see the end of this anywhere near. 

“Will you show me how?”

Hela’s wide smile is borderline creepy, but you force yourself to look at it as something that’s comforting. She’s going to do this for you because it’s really what she wants. If she gets your compliance at the same time she’s killed two birds with one stone, and more importantly, to her at least, she’s going to figure out how to return to power. 

You’re mostly dissociating when Hela leans forward and presses her lips against yours. You stiffen because you can’t help it, but you manage not to pull away before Hela does. She eyes you critically before smirking at your flushed face. She leans back before humming thoughtfully. This is going to be interesting. 

“Let’s go to sleep, darling. Tomorrow we’ll get to work.” 

Bucky’s in the bedroom changing when he hears the front door slam shut. He’d been waiting for Natasha for a while, so he’s quick to greet her despite his slight limp. He opens his mouth to speak, but he stops short at the sight of his girlfriend with a large chest full of something heavy and metal. Nat groans as she sets it down and sits on it with a sigh. She’s sweating but she has a smile on her face as she looks down at the giant chest of weapons that she’d picked for their next encounter with the damned armored minions.

“Hey there.” 

Bucky watches as Nat stands up before kicking the chest closer to the wall with a sigh. She looks to the brunette and kisses his cheek before gesturing to her haul. 

“Hey. Look at what I found.” 

Bucky watches as Nat opens the chest and he takes in the sight of the weapons that look heavier than anything the redhead usually went for. This tells him immediately that she’s found what she was looking for to combat Hela’s guards, and he reaches out to grab one of the maces with a smile.

“This might just work.” 

Despite her best efforts, Wanda finds herself on the rooftop not two hours after going to bed that night. She’d let both of her shepherds sleep in the bedroom with her, and she hadn’t even kicked Rouge out of bed when he jumped up about an hour after she’d turned off the lights. She had tried to sleep but she only tossed and turned each time her mind wandered to you and what you could be doing. She hated sleeping alone, but the fact that you were with Hela, possibly sleeping with Hela was making it impossible for her to relax.

She trusted you when you told her you would do your best to come home to her and Natalya soon. She hadn’t asked you for details, or maybe she had, she can’t remember, but you hadn’t been very specific about how you’d manage this. You told her that you would try to keep anything worse than you being beaten from happening, but this was hardly reassuring. She thought this in itself was horrible and it made her wonder what you considered better than this. Would you let her touch you? Would you drink with her? As Wanda laid in bed fretting over this, she realized that she needed to find a distraction. 

She’d practically jumped out of bed, not even noticing how she’d startled Rogue awake as she hurried for the bedroom door. She’d barely remembered to grab the baby monitor before she ventured toward the dogs’ room and out to the roof. She realized belatedly that her shepherds were following her, and she’d held the door open for them so they could all escape out into the cool night air.

Now that they’re all sitting on the couch, Wanda breathes in deeply before wiping the tears from her eyes. She grimaces as she’s reminded that she forgot to take her meds before bed, but she doesn’t have the energy to correct this now. She’s too preoccupied thinking about what could be happening to you, and she does her best to convince herself that you’re just sleeping. She wants to believe that you won’t let Hela do anything to you, but she really can’t pretend to know what Hela’s true intentions are. 

If she was being particularly pessimistic, she would say that Hela wants you back, and that once she gains your loyalty she’ll come after her and the rest of your family. She would be shocked if she was allowed to live which is why she’s not going to let this happen. She’d ended the day downstairs in the basement at the gun range because she couldn’t help herself. She just needed to reassure herself that even with her injured arms she could still shoot well. It had been painful and she was paying for it now, but it did the trick and only 15 minutes after leaving the condo she was back upstairs. She put the gun back in your weapons room, and showered before crawling into bed. 

Now that she’d convinced herself that she could shoot Hela, she just had to figure out how she’d track her down. She had a bad feeling you wouldn’t be home this week, and she was going to have to bring you back herself. She’d consult with both Bucky and Steve once she had a more concrete plan, but she would need to have a little more sleep before she thinks about that. 

She stares up at the stars with a sigh before shaking her head. She frowns at the feeling of uselessness that’s overwhelmed her for the past day. She wasn’t useless and she wasn’t going to let you be the only one working to get you back home. She’s sure your friends are trying to figure it out too, but she’s your wife and she’ll be damned if she just sits around and waits for someone to tell her what to do. 

Wanda reaches out for Rogue who’s sitting beside her, and she pets his head for a minute as she contemplates her next move. If she weren’t on pain killers, she would have had something to drink by now. She would have to stop by her brother’s to get anything, but she could justify bothering him for alcohol given the circumstances. She decides that alcohol would only make her feel better for a few hours, so it’s not really worth it. She thinks about what you would say too and she immediately feels guilty for even thinking about it. 

She knows that you’d be understanding, and despite not touching a drop of alcohol for years, you’d want her to do whatever made her feel better. She knew that your experience with alcohol would keep her from ever developing a problem, but that didn’t mean she wanted to resort to getting drunk to feel better. She’d learned over the years that the best thing to do is be productive instead. If she wanted to feel better about something, she had to do something about it, and this is what she decides to do. 

You don’t sleep a wink that night. You had a feeling this would happen, and despite how frustrating it is, you don’t feel safe enough to let your guard down. You’re lying in bed less than a foot away from Hela and you’re tense from head to toe in anticipation. You keep waiting for the brunette to wake up and smother you or something, or maybe try to touch you in her sleep. You can’t risk falling asleep because then you’re completely helpless and that’s not something you’re comfortable with. 

You try to figure out what Hela’s going to want you to do tomorrow, and at the same time you wonder what your wife is up to. Hopefully she’s asleep right now, but knowing her it’s not a restful sleep. You feel guilty about this on top of everything else, and you sigh heavily briefly forgetting your fear of waking Hela up. You roll onto your side and face the door with a frown as you consider how much longer you’ll have to be here. You try to think about your wife and the rest of your family. You consider what life could be like for all of you if you get away from Hela, from all of this. 

You don’t know if Wanda would be willing to leave her restaurant behind, but you don’t think about that now. Instead, you imagine you and your wife living in a secluded house deep in the mountains. Maybe you’d leave the country, and go to Europe. Maybe you could live in a villa somewhere in Italy, far, far away from this life. 

You don’t realize that you’ve fallen asleep until you wake up the next morning. You probably weren’t asleep for more than a couple of hours when the sound of someone calling your name wakes you. You jump in surprise and it takes you a few seconds to remember where you are. You frown and then sigh heavily as you sit up with a groan. You are exhausted and your eyes sting as you look to Hela who’s holding something in front of her. You watch her set down a tray of food that you have to admit smells good. 

“Good morning, darling. Eat up, we’re going to have a busy day.” 

You glance at the food briefly before turning to the bottle of orange juice that sits beside the glass that’s already half full. You are hesitant to eat any of this because you don’t trust Hela not to try and drug you. You do your best to stall as you shoot her a questioning look before asking what you’d stressed over all last night. 

“What’s on the agenda for today?” 

Hela doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she reaches for the glass of juice and hands it to you with an expectant look. You take a sip to appease her, but it’s small and only tastes of orange juice. Still, you don’t let this fool you and you hand it back to her quickly. She doesn’t object and she reaches for the plate of food that you’re not going to eat much of if any. 

“We’re going to pay a friend a visit.” 

If your appetite hadn’t been stolen by the fact that Hela’s supposedly prepared food for you, it certainly would have been obliterated by the news of who you were going to visit. You don’t bother hiding your reaction, but you try to mask your concern with confusion. You aren’t sure how Hela figured out your limited, but important relationship with Tony. He was the first one who believed in you enough to invest in your future with the mob. You saw him as an uncle figure at times because he was almost a decade older than you were, and he was one of the only people who would tell you that you were in the wrong.

Well, that was until you met your wife. 

Tony was the one who helped you become a mobster, and you’d told him that he was the one who would find out first that you were going to quit. You’d decided that if you ever wanted out of your profession, you would tell Tony first. This was mostly out of professional courtesy, and the fact that he would need to be prepared for your departure. He would need to figure out how to control the backlash and be prepared to recover from it. You joked that you would take him out for a nice dinner to break the news, but then he’d begun to expect it. 

You wonder how this meeting will fall short of his expectations. 

“He’s expecting us a little later. I wanted to introduce you to my team here before we go.” 

You hold back the frown that threatens at the thought of meeting the same group you did last night. You’d decided that they were the ones who had been sent to your house to threaten your family. You would like to punch them in the face, but you’re going to have to play nice. For now, at least. 

“Okay, I’ll get ready.” 

You failed to realize that getting ready meant showering and putting on your dirty, wrinkled clothes. It was either this or some of Hela’s clothes and you refused to do that for multiple reasons. You’d look even more ridiculous than you do now because she’s so much taller than you. You try to ignore the stress headache brewing behind your eyes as you follow Hela out of your room to see what awaits you. 

Yelena curses as she ducks down when a car passes by her, and pulls into the driveway of the glorified frat house that she and her sister are staking out. Their goal was to figure out how to take out some of Hela’s ranks so she can’t use them in an attempt to keep you away from your family. She had been staking out this place all day, and she’d seen close to ten people come and go, all dressed and ready to terrorize people. 

Yelena had to resist the urge to shoot some of the dumber ones that didn’t have their helmets on, but she didn’t want to give herself up too quickly. She needed the element of surprise, and for this she had Nat looking into what their security was like. Hopefully they would be able to take them out relatively easily while Steve and Bucky dealt with tailing you and making sure you weren’t being tortured by Hela. 

When her phone rings, Yelena almost jumps but she simply curses before answering it quickly. 

“What, what is it?” 

She hadn’t even looked at the caller ID. She was focused on how easy it was for one of the minions to get back into the frat house, and she finds herself smiling until she hears the voice on the other end of the line.

“Excuse you? I’ve figured out how to take out the middle men, but if you don’t care…” 

Yelena curses loudly before shaking her head and apologizing before her fiancée could go on. She was helping her with surveillance now since Nat was trying to team up with Bucky to figure out how to get to you sooner rather than later. 

“Sorry, sorry. What did you find out my wonderful future wife?” 

She can imagine the eye roll that accompanies the loud sigh that Kate releases at her question. She doesn’t bother to address this now because she knows time is of the essence. She looks at her watch and decides that they have about an hour to make this work if they want to do it today. The lack of news from you or Hela even is stressing everyone out, and it’s encouraging everyone to go forward with their own plans. Wanda’s working on her own certainly, but your friends are also trying to figure out how to eliminate as many threats to the family while they figure out how to get you back. 

“We’re going to have to move quickly, Lena, but I think we have a shot at this.” 

The trip downtown to where Tony’s office is located is an agonizingly slow one. You are sitting in the back seat of the car silently stewing over how rude the minions were to you earlier. You have no power over them and they know this, so they treat you like dirt. As annoying at it is, you’re not going to fight anyone on it because it’s so low priority for you. Your main concern is getting home and making sure that you and your family aren’t any worse for wear from this horrible experience. 

“I think I should do all of the talking when we meet him.” 

You’re not surprised, but you are disappointed to hear this and you just nod before deciding that this might be useful. Tony knows you well and you’re hoping your silence, your deference to Hela will tell him more than whatever comes out of the brunette’s mouth. You wonder what Hela’s planning on telling him, but given how you’re almost there you know you won’t have to wonder for long. 

She’s going to throw you under the bus though. You know that for sure. 

You ignore the slight nausea and headache that’s been bothering you since breakfast and close your eyes to try and relax until you get there. You briefly wonder what Wanda’s up you, but you’re distracted by the car coming to a sudden stop. You’re only worried for a second before you hear the driver’s voice through the opening divider. 

“They’re asking for identification, ma’am.” 

You’d almost forgotten how paranoid your friend was, and you actually smile at the reminder. You don’t have any identification on you since you left it all knowing that you’d be stuck here. You realize it’s not important because once the window’s rolled down and someone takes a look at you, you’re cleared to head inside. You drive a little further to a parking spot before you’re led out into the impressive building. You used to think that Tony’s design choice for this place was ridiculous. You’ve made fun of him in the past for flaunting his wealth, but you’d take all of this back today if he asked because you’re relieved to see a friendly face. 

Tony meets you and Hela at the door, and you don’t miss how his gaze falls to the two bodyguards that are more for Hela’s benefit than yours. You offer him a smile but don’t get a chance to do anything else before Hela is speaking. You stop in your tracks as Hela offers her hand to Tony along with a smile that you’re sure is fake. 

“Mr. Stark, thank you for making the time to see me today.” 

Since no one but Tony can see you, you roll your eyes before letting your expression match your displeasure. You knew you were just here as a formality, but you didn’t want her to insult you in front of your friend. Tony’s gaze didn’t leave Hela’s but you can tell that he sees your reaction, and he smiles before shaking Hela’s hand. He looks to you as he waves you both to follow him to the nearest conference room. He hates to do business standing up, and you aren’t surprised to find drinks waiting for you. 

“Of course, you made it sound worth my while. Plus, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen this one.” 

You don’t comment, but you smile as you follow after Hela and take a seat beside her. You purposely pull your seat away from hers so you don’t have to sit too close to her, and luckily she doesn’t seem to care. You watch as Tony sits down too and looks to you first before addressing Hela with a healthy amount of skepticism. You’d fear for his safety if he weren’t in his building, and he wasn’t still important to Hela’s plan. However, he still has use to her so you just try to hide your amusement. 

“So what’s the deal with the rumors going around that say you’re taking over things?” 

You hold your breath as you wait for Hela to reply. You don’t dare look away from Tony as you hear Hela sit up and sigh dramatically. You don’t even need to hear what she says next to know that it’s going to be critical of you in several ways. 

“Y/n has admitted that she’s let her work slip in recent years, especially since getting married, and she’s asked me to take over. She’ll be assisting, but mostly in the background.” 

And maybe a lie or two as well.

This time Tony doesn’t hide his confusion as he looks to you only to find that you’re staring at your hands. He doesn’t speak immediately because he’s tossing around what Hela just said and trying to make sense of it. When you eventually look up you see that Tony’s sat back in his chair and his arms are crossed as he studies you with a frown. You have a feeling you know what’s coming next, but you don’t let on as you wait as patiently as possible for Tony to catch on. 

“This is really how you decide to tell me this, Y/n? I thought you’d go all out.” 

You have to hold back your grin in response as you just shrug and shoot him an apologetic look. 

“Sorry to disappoint, Tony.” 

Tony doesn’t argue or even really respond to this, and the next half hour is Hela talking to him like you’re not even there. You listen a little, but Hela’s told you most of her plan at this point, so you’re not super interested in listening again. You know she plans to completely rebuild everything to her own liking, but you don’t even care. You’re hoping she won’t get that fair. 

You catch yourself almost falling asleep as you sit beside Hela and you frown as you force yourself to sit up and try to pay attention. You realize that this makes your head hurt even more than before, and you sigh inaudibly before closing your eyes and trying to block out what your friend and Hela are saying. 

You wonder what your family is up to. Is everyone mad at you? You know them well enough to guess that they are at the very least irritated with you. You’re certain that they are all making their own plans to get you back home, and you are honestly glad. You are realizing that your plan to go along with Hela until she trusts you won’t work. You overestimated how important you were to her plans, and she honestly just needed you here with Tony to prove that you were on board with your forced retirement. 

You’re shocked when it’s time to leave and Tony hugs you goodbye. He’s only hugged you maybe three times before, but you do your best to pretend like it’s normal. You hug him back briefly, but break away first so Hela doesn’t get too mad. You tell him you might see him around before you step outside and follow Hela to the car. You squint as the sun hits you and immediately makes you flinch from the pain in your skull. 

Of all days to have a stress headache. You can’t even take anything for it, and its not like you’d trust Hela to give you anything for it that would actually help. You try not to think about it much as you slide into the back seat and get buckled. You’re startled by the sound of the door slamming far harder than necessary, but you don’t get to open your eyes and see what’s wrong before Hela’s got you in her grasp. You hiss in surprise and then pain as she shoves you against the door causing you to hit your head against the window. You curse under your breath and then stiffen once you realize she’s pinning you there, waiting until the car starts before she speaks up. 

“I told you not to say a word.” 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you wait for her to instruct you to speak. You figure she’ll want you to be your old obedient self now that it’s just you two again, and she doesn’t fail to meet your expectations. Eventually you shake your head before responding through gritted teeth. 

“So you wanted me to say nothing, even as he talked to me? That wouldn’t have made him suspicious.” 

Hela doesn’t even bother responding to this as she releases her hold on you but roughly enough that you hit your head on the window again. You curse her in your head in all the languages you know before turning to confirm that she’s moved away from you. You hope that you’re going back to the hideout so you can be away from Hela, but you’re sure that would be too lucky. You instead have a feeling you’ll be running more errands with her now that she has Tony’s support. 

Wanda’s waiting anxiously for her friends to update her on how this afternoon went. She’d spent most of the day trying to not check in on you and stay in touch with her friends, but it was difficult to do. Everyone was busy, and she had been practically ordered to stay in the penthouse which was fine by her, for now. She took care of Natalya, and spent time with her dogs but she was getting restless. Not having you home, and worse, not knowing what you were up to with Hela was causing her to take more of your meds than she should. 

She’s just starting to feel a little more relaxed when she hears her phone ring from somewhere beside her. She sighs as she reaches blindly for it and answers without bothering to see who it is. 

“Hello?” 

Wanda’s quick to sit up when she realizes who’s calling, and she has to stop herself from crying tears of joy. 

“Mrs. Wanda Maximoff. Tony Stark here. I was wondering if you have time to discuss bringing your wife home.” 

You don’t know what’s happened, but as soon as you and Hela return to her hideout you realize something’s wrong. People are running around and looking frantic in a way that immediately sets you on edge. You walk slowly behind Hela who asks the first person she finds what’s going on. You try to eavesdrop, but you’re too far away and too nervous to creep closer. You are glad you’re out of reach when Hela stiffens and turns back to you with a face like thunder. You resist the urge to step back as you wait and see what’s happened. 

“Follow me.” 

You don’t dare protest, and you slowly head up the stairs in what feels like a walk to the electric chair. Hela’s incredibly tense and her scowl sends anyone within sight running in the opposite direction. You feel yourself break out into a cold sweat as Hela leads you through the door to the room you’ve been staying in. She barely lets you walk through before she’s slamming the door behind you and locking it. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” 

You don’t have a response to this because you have no idea what she’s talking about. Whatever someone told her, you’re sure you didn’t have a role in it. That said, Hela clearly feels differently and you resist the urge to immediately deny her as you swallow the lump in your throat. 

“What do you mean?” 

The blow doesn’t surprise you as much as it hurt, and you barely resist the urge to curse as your head whips to the side from the force of the slap. You taste blood but you manage to ignore it as you turn and face Hela once again. You seem to remember that looking away from her will only lead to more pain, and you meet her gaze with a cautious look. Unsurprisingly she looks pissed, but until she tells you what’s wrong you’re not going to have any idea how to answer her question.

You don’t have to wait long and you yelp in surprise when Hela has you up against the door before you can even take a breath. You stiffen and have to resist the urge to fight back when she squeezes your throat and makes breathing near impossible. 

“Don’t be obtuse. I know you sent your friends to take them out. I should have killed them when I had the chance.” 

Hela releases her grip on your neck because despite enjoying the sight of you struggling to breathe, suffocating you would be too easy. She wants you to suffer and this means dragging out whatever punishment she thinks fits the crime of you having all of her minions blown up. 

You swallow a cough as you shake your head and try to figure out what Hela’s talking about. You certainly didn’t order a hit, not that you’d have the ability to right now, so someone else must be taking matters into their hands. It didn’t take a lot of thought to realize that your friends weren’t waiting around for you to come back. You just hoped that their efforts hastened your escape, and didn’t lead to too much pain for you. 

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Hela is unsurprisingly not satisfied with this answer and she just scoffs before grabbing you by your shirt and dragging you out the door. You don’t know where she’s taking you, but you figure you don’t want to know and you try to shake her off with limited success. She ends up back handing you so hard you stumble against the wall and barely keep yourself standing. You’re not sure you’re able to hide the fear in your eyes as you glare at her. She simply glares back as she takes you by the wrist and yanks you along. You don’t fight this time because her words send a chill down your spine that is impossible to ignore. 

“Fine. I’ll just have to refresh your memory as I’m punishing you for it.” 

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Hela the Rune Goddess Hagalaz

Hela (or Hel), the goddess of death and lady of the underworld in Norse/Germanic myths. Hela resides in Helheim, the lowest world at the roots of the sacred World Tree, and collects all the souls of those people in the Northern Tradition who are not claimed by specific protective deities. In ancient times, it was said to welcome and care for all souls who died of any death that did not occur in physical combat. In the northern tradition, death is not seen as evil, but is simply a part of the cycle of nature. Hela is usually shown as one part beautiful woman and one part decaying skeleton or corpse, because she is not interested in hiding or euphemizing the true nature of Death. For Hela, decay is as sacred as any other part of the cycle of Life. She is a Goddess of great transpersonal compassion, and her followers say she never tells a lie.

--Text written by Alfa Omega

Hagalaz (Hagal)

Hagalaz, hagal, haegl - ice, hail, goddess Hagal.

Listen to your own intuition.

Hag, Hagalla - from Old English 'haegtesse' - witch.

The rune's potential: focusing and transforming primal energies into an orderly structure.

The rune's message: don't be afraid of situations that seem unfavorable to you. Trust your inner self, it will help you figure out a difficult situation and make it favorable for you.

Hagalaz is the first rune in the second aett of the Elder Futhark. It is the rune of the hailstone, and represents the destructive energy of the forces of nature. This is a rune of both disaster and healing. It is significant in its position as the ninth rune of the Elder Futhark. It completes one phase while transitioning into another. Hagalaz portrays the destructive powers of the natural world; severe weather and elemental forces that wipe away the old, while planting the seed of something new. This rune is connected with wyrd, the inevitable power of fate and the integration of the shadow. In magic this rune can be used for cursing and banishing. It has the energy of dark feminine power, witchcraft and the deep subconscious.

Hagal is the later form of this rune, derived from the Younger Futhark, and is considered the “mother rune” of the later Armanen Futhark. It resembles a snowflake, and the crystalline structure of ice. The crystal matrix is the basis for the runes of the Armanen Futhark. The six spokes of Hagal are reminiscent of the Hexagram, the six pointed star that combines the active and passive principles of creation. In Norse mythology the Middle World was created by the two primal elements, fire and ice. Muspelheim and Niflheim are the realms of these elements. Niflheim, the realm of ice, mist and darkness is an aspect of Helheim. --Hela’s Runes by Coby Michael

HEL: Goddess of Death/Queen of Helheim Image by Mahaboka

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banshee's lament - chapter 5.

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a/n: again, a little bit of a slow chapter. shera deserved some happiness and i'm giving it to her, dammit. also i lied, i dropped the chapter on monday oopsies.

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Shera’s handwriting, in all accounts, was terrible. It was crude and wispy, all blending together like a child’s scrawl. As she sat at her desk, the ink dripping onto the paper from the length of her pauses, she wondered how to sign it. 

Yours,

Shera

No, that was much too personal— she… she wasn’t his. 

Best,

Shera Stark

That felt formal and detached. It simply wouldn’t do.

She went through a myriad of different closing statements, wroughting her brain over like wringing out a rag. She even considered not doing it at all. 

No, no— she… she wanted to. She needed to try, atleast. Sulking and crying would only do so much for her. She needed to be proactive and offer an olive branch of sorts. She settled on a simple drawing of Moongeist— or mayhaps any wolf, but the point was there. He’d know. 

With the note pinned to her cut dress fabric, she snuck from her chambers, flagging down a pageboy. 

“Hello,” she murmured to the young lad, who couldn’t be any older than nine or ten. “May I ask a favor of you, ser?” 

“Yes ma’am… my lady,” he corrected softly, eyes wondering to Moongeist, who was sitting patiently at Shera’s feet. 

“May you take this fabric and note to Prince Aemond’s chambers and leave it upon his desk?” 

“The prince doesn’t like people going through his things while he’s not there, miss,” he responded, blue eyes wide. “I do not wish to be flogged.” 

Shera blinked slowly. Surely Aemond didn’t have servants flogged for an indiscretion. “Has… Prince Aemond had pageboys flogged before?” 

“No, miss— but I delivered him a letter while he was eating his lunch once… he had his eyepatch off on the table and I did not knock,” the young boy looked at his hands. “He said if I didn’t knock next time, he would make me clean up Vhagar’s dung with a wheelbarrow.” 

What the fuck, Aemond? Shera stifled a little laugh, trying not to embarrass the boy. “How about this,” she hummed. “Would you like to pet my wolf? He’s a real direwolf, all the way from the North.” 

The lad eyed Moongeist with a curious gaze. “My mumma had a shaggy dog with a curly tail when I was young. He licked my face n’ smelled horrible but he was my bestest friend,” he said, bashful. “He died a while ago— no one’s got any more pups for me to pet.” 

“He’d love a pet from you, ser,” Shera continued. “Will you deliver this to Prince Aemond’s chambers? If he gets cross with you, tell me and I’ll resolve it and sic my wolf upon him. No harm will befall you.” 

Shyly, the boy smiled, offering his hand to the wolf. Moongeist sniffed his hand and licked his palm, causing the boy to giggle. 

Shera showed him where Moongeist liked to be scratched the most, and the pageboy was quite pleased with himself when he had the giant wolf thumping his foot on the ground like a puppy at the most perfect of scratches. 

He took her note and favor and tottered off. 

— 

Shera knocked on Helaena’s door. “Hela?” she called softly. 

A handmaid opened the door and let her in, wide eyes upon Moongeist. 

The solar was lovely, decorated in blue and purple silks upon the ceiling. There were framed pinnings of various bugs upon the walls, some of them being very rare if she remembered correctly. 

Upon the floor were strewn children’s toys, like wooden dragons that Helaena had when she was little, along with soldier dolls and princess dolls. Some children’s books were left open, some neatly stacked near the settee. 

Shera’s eye landed on Helaena, who was bobbing a toddler on her knee on the couch. A white haired child approached her, his violet eyes wide. He was the spitting image of Aegon as a child. 

“Who’s you?” he asked, not afraid to stare— like all children do. 

“Shera!” Helaena exclaimed, humming as she hoisted the smaller child onto her hip. “Jaehaerys, this is your auntie Shera.” 

“Auntie… Shera…” the little boy echoed. “Is she married to uncle Aemond?” 

Helaena’s face blanched slightly. “No, dearest,” she hummed. “She is very close to me, like a sister. Like Jaehaera is your sister.” 

“Oh,” he murmured. “She doesn’t have white hair. And she has a dog.” 

“He’s a wolf, Jaehaerys,” Shera chimed in. “Has your mumma read to you about direwolves and Winter Kings yet?” 

“A woof,” the smallest child chimed in, bouncing happily upon Helaena’s hip. “A woof, a woof!” 

“Well, I should introduce the children. You have already met Jaehaerys,” Helaena ruffed up his white curls as he continued to stare at Shera unabashedly. “He has a twin sister, Jaehaera. Who is…” Helaena swirled around. “She is hiding behind the settee,” she whispered, leading Shera to look at the pair of violet eyes peeking over the furniture at her. “And this is my youngest, Maelor. He is two years old. The twins are five.” 

“They’re gorgeous Hela,” Shera mused. “Jaehaerys looks just like Aegon, I thought I had stepped into the past when I saw him. Maelor, however,” she added, smiling at the little cherubic face of the youngest prince, who was blushing and giggling, “looks just like his mumma.” 

“Come sit, lovey,” Helaena said as she put Maelor down on the floor near the toys. “Lunch should be here soon. You look darling in that shade. You look like a jeweled beetle,” she hummed, offering her hand to Shera, which she took. Hela’s palm was warm, like a toasty fire, but not sweltering. It felt akin to being swaddled with a blanket. “Can I show you some of my bugs?” 

“Of course,” Shera agreed, feeling genuinely at ease. The solar was lively and lived in, surely because of the children— it felt… homely and not sterile and lifeless like some others’ chambers. 

Off to the far wall, Helaena led her to a bookshelf, carved in draconic designs and various Old Valyrian sigils that she couldn’t quite parse. It was stocked from top to bottom with various books, mostly pertaining to the taxonomy and biology of insects and arachnids— but there were some familiar titles snuck in as well. 

‘The Winter Kings of Yore: An Account of the North’. 

“Hela— you still have this?” Shera asked, her hand thumbing over the positively ancient book, prising it from the shelf. She remembered this was one of her favorite books as a child and would request Helaena to read it when they bathed. 

“Of course! I still have this one, too. ‘Tis Maelor’s favorite.” she pointed to another book, nestled next to the other tome. It was much shorter, but its hard cover was more colorful with streams of blue and purple thread embroidered into a moon and an image of a wolf. 

‘Moonpuppy’. It was a children’s book, the only one Shera had brought with her to King’s Landing when she arrived at age five. 

“Oh Gods,” Shera breathed, her fingertips skimming over the embroidery. It wasn’t the original binding of the book— the book was well loved into bits, to where the inner pages only remained at one point. Shera and Helaena had worked tirelessly for a whole moon trying to prise it back together. The princess embroidered the cover, trying to make it as close to the original as possible. 

Opening the book, she remembered they even made a title page, inked in their silly children’s handwriting. 

‘Moonpuppy, edition II. By Helaena Targaryen and Shera Stark.’

Shera wanted to cry. She sniffed, carefully going through the pages. “Helaena, how have you managed to make me cry twice now?” 

“Tears of happiness, my little wolf spider,” Hela whispered. “You should read it to Maelor. You were always better at the voices than I.”

“Oh, Hela— I… I don’t know if I can,” she whispered, heat coming to her ears. “It… hurts to speak for long and I cannot project… what if he cannot hear me?” 

“Even at two, he is a very good listener. He is nothing like his father in that regard.” 

Shera wiped away her tears and went to sit down. “Maelor, is this your favorite book?” 

“Mwoonpubby!” the toddler exclaimed, jumping to attention right away. 

“Do you know all the words? It’s been quite a while since I’ve read— I may need help remembering.” 

“Mumma reads it every night— can I be the pubby and you be the mwoon?” 

The strength of Shera’s smile almost hurt her face. “Of course.” 

She began her reading, her fingertips buzzing with elation and a strange sense of anxiety.

Once, long ago, there was a puppy. 

He lived in the bitter cold and was very small, but that was okay. He had a large family to keep him warm. 

His mumma and papa talked to the moon each night, encouraging him to do the same. 

‘I don’t know what to say.’ said the little pup. 

‘Whatever is in your heart, dearest. The moon will listen. She will always listen.’ His mumma soothed him, fiddling over his fur with her big tongue. 

One day, it was very dark. Usually, at night, they had the light of the moon. But it was gone this night, smothered in fog and clouds. 

The little pup whined, trudging in the snow. He was lost! He was lost and he couldn’t find his way back to his mumma. 

‘Mumma! Mumma!’ he howled to the sky, to the hidden stars, to the darkened moon. ‘Moon? Moon?’ 

Shera cleared her throat, feeling the pinch of her nerves creeping up on her. She wanted to finish it— she had to.

There was no answer. He was alone. 

He cried and cried for hours, so alone and so cold without his family to warm him. He missed his mumma so badly, he missed the moon. 

‘I don’t talk to you much,’ the pup said, muzzle to the sky. ‘I don’t have much to say usually. I am sorry.’ 

He shuffled his paws as he huddled under a low hanging ledge, out of the snow. It was still wet and he was cold, but it was better than nothing. 

He felt cold still, cold in his bones— 

A light shined down upon him, finally. The moon had broken through the fog. 

Her voice was so hoarse now, that nary a sound came out. Moongeist nuzzled his snout under her hand in a gesture to tell her to take it easy. 

She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t, her voice catching within the brambles of her inflamed vocal cords. 

“S’okay, auntie Shewa,” Maelor said, toddling up onto the couch and snuggling up to Shera without any reservation. “I can finish it, I know all the pawrts. Mumma gets tired too sometimes… so I finish the stowy.” 

He could see, he could see. ‘Oh, thank you, thank you!’ he howled and barked and yipped. 

‘You should talk to me more, little pup,’ the moon cooed, bathing him in her silver light. ‘My sweet little moonpuppy.’ 

His pack found him quickly, all piling near him to keep him warm. He snuggled into their furs, looking up at the sky. 

The moon was full that night, full and bright. 

“Auntie Shewa?” 

“Hm?” 

“Can I pet your woof?” 

Shera looked to Helaena and gave a nod.

“You have to be gentle, like with the bugs.” Helaena stepped in, saving Shera from further talking— to which she was grateful for. 

“Uh huh…” Maelor mumbled, dragging his chubby little hand over Moongeist’s fur in a gentle manner so unlike a toddler. “Soft.” 

Moongeist licked the boy’s head, cowlicking his white curls into one. He giggled with delight.

–

They all lunched together, Helaena insisting that they sit on the floor and eat with the children. They sat in a circle, the kids having their porridge. They each had different toppings, which felt so much like them.

Jaehaerys had cut up ham atop his, accompanied by a smattering of frizzled onions. 

Jaehaera, on the other hand, had pieces of stewed pumpkin atop hers, glazed with cinnamon and maple syrup. It had some roasted pumpkin seeds atop for crunch. She had more of a sweet tooth than her brother, it seemed.

Maelor had a smaller bowl with plain porridge and melted butter– he glanced at Shera’s plate, to which her and Helaena were both eating parboiled quail eggs, dipping their toasted bread in the yolk. 

“Mumma– want egg,” Maelor muttered, swirling his spoon in his porridge. 

“What kind of egg, darling?” Helaena asked.

“I want what Auntie Shewa has,” he continued. “Dippy egg.”

“Maera,” Helaena called to her handmaiden. “Can you please have the cooks whip up some dippy eggs for Maelor– and mayhaps a bone for Moongeist, too?” 

The thumping of a tail was heard as the wolf heard ‘bone’ and ‘Moongeist’ in the same sentence. He stayed near Shera, but also in close proximity to Maelor, who had become quite attached to the wolf very quickly. The toddler offered porridge from his spoon to him, who happily slurped up the food with a wagging tail. 

Soon enough, Maelor was devouring his dippy eggs with toast. Helaena leaned forward now, tracing little circles on the plush rug they sat upon. “It was supposed to be different, you know.” 

Shera blinked. “What was?”

“I was supposed to be betrothed to Jacaerys– before… Aegon,” she started, eyes glazed over and looking towards somewhere far away, somewhere not completely there. “It might have been nice. I don’t know.”

“... really? You and Jacaerys?” she raised a brow. She couldn’t imagine Alicent ever agreeing to such a thing.

“Mother wasn’t pleased. Father pushed and pushed but mother was stronger and pushed back. It was a flash in the pan, so to speak. I wish I knew where we would be now if she had agreed.” 

“You would be upon Dragonstone, Hela– with… Jace’s children, presumably,” Shera cringed inwardly at the thought– that would be her some day.

Helaena wrinkled her nose at the thought, seemingly agreeing with Shera’s sentiment. “For all his faults–” she got up then, tugging Shera to her feet and leading her to the open window. “Aegon is… good with the children. When he is here. I don’t… he isn’t my husband in feeling– but he is my brother. What are we, any of us– but beholden to the mistakes of our families. All of us.”

Shera stayed silent as they sat on the windowsill together, letting Helaena talk. It seemed like something she didn’t talk about much– if ever. 

“He got the worst of mother’s rage. It broke something in him. But I think there is something broken in all of us, even mother,” Helaena reached to the trellis, plucking a beetle that was hiding between two folded leaves. “All of her children are cursed in some way,” she lifted her periwinkle gaze to Shera then. “You are one of her children, too.” 

“... cursed,” she echoed. Yes, that seems about right.

“Will you survive?” the princess turned the conversation then. “Upon Dragonstone?”

“I don’t know.” she answered truthfully, talking in honesty about the betrothal to someone for the first time. She tried before with Cregan, but he didn’t listen. 

“You’ll have to take the reins, you know,” Helaena prattled on, staring at the beetle with her full, rapt attention. It was blue in color, gleaming like a sapphire jewel in the sunlight. “Take them and steer them. You’ll be the only one able to change it– the trees bleed, Shera– cut lip, punctured wood...”

Shera’s brow furrowed further. Helaena was known to descend into her ramblings– but something within her tingled at the words. She didn’t know what they meant, but it made her stomach churn. She felt the whoosh of air from outside the window, a cream colored blur in the edge of her vision. She didn’t hear it, only felt it and saw it, fleeting. It landed upon a spiked point of the keep, across the way from the window– but she couldn’t parse what it was. Shera blinked profusely, bringing her hands to her eyes and rubbing them. When she looked again, it was gone, mayhaps never even there. 

“Hold the beetle, Shera,” Hela hummed, offering the jewel colored insect to her. “You remember how to hold them?”

“Gentle,” she responded, voice so quiet that it was hardly even a whisper. The beetle crawled eagerly onto her palm, roving around slowly. 

“I need to clean up the children for naptime. Maera,” the princess called, hopping off of the window sill. She walked to the handmaiden, who was a head taller than Helaena. Her dark brown hair was braided in one long wisp, a few errant strands sticking to her forehead. She had tanned skin and dark eyes, with a curved nose. The handmaiden smiled to Helaena and they whispered to one another, clearly very familiar, before they disappeared toward the nursery.

Her surroundings blurred as she kept her attention on the beetle. It seemed so simple, so… calm, despite being in the palm of a would-be predator. The light reflected off of its blue colored carapice, the elytra buzzing ever so slightly. It wanted to stretch, the slight unfold of its wings captivating Shera. She wondered what it was like to fly– she had always refused Jacaerys when he asked her to join him atop Vermax. But if… if she were the one flying, she may not be so scared. Her shoulders rolled in tandem with the beetle, feeling a crack of her bones and the ghostly sensation of her own wings clawing out from them. 

The beetle’s antenna wriggled, its little claws digging into her palm, pulling itself along. It wanted to go, it wanted to fly. Leaning towards the window, she saw the great expanse of the sky, littered now with clouds. There was a little breeze now, ruffling the gentle film of the wings as they extended– they looked and felt broken when coming from their sutures, but straightened out quickly. Crawling closer, closer to the breeze, flitting upon it. Hovering now, legs dangling ever expertly. Regarding the indoors one last time– pushing forward into the open air, flight, flight, wisping upon the breeze… was this freedom? 

“Shera! Open your eyes!” 

The breeze died upon her face as she turned to see Helaena at her side, a few maids behind her looking terrified– Moongeist was whining at her feet. 

“Shera?” Helaena whispered now, her periwinkle eyes wide. “Are you alright?”

“... yes– um,” she glanced around nervously at the maids, who were now chittering amongst themselves. 

“Thank you, ladies– you may go now. I will call the maester myself if Shera falls ill again.” 

Ill? She was awake that entire time, she knew it– she was… focusing on the beetle… the beetle…

“Hela– where is the beetle?” 

“The beetle…” she breathed, looking over to the table. 

Shera looked to see an open lightbox, the beetle was in it. It was seized up, not moving. 

“It fell. Its thorax got torn on the windowsill– I will fix it before I pin it,” the princess sighed. “The breeze was too strong.”

“Is it dead?” 

“Yes.” 

Shera felt cold, a chill creeping at her back. “I should… I should get some rest, I think. M-much excitement for me today, I think.”

Helaena nodded.

–

Shera laid in bed, taking her dinner in her chambers. She felt… utterly exhausted. The day had been tumultuous, even without her… disassociating spell in Helaena’s chambers.

Her fingers roved over a book– it was something that was just left in her room for decoration and no real substance. Her eye strained as she tried to focus on the words. It was already hard enough to read with only one working eye, but with the content of this book being so boring, she couldn’t parse any of it at all. 

Knock, knock, knock. Three knocks rapt upon her door.

“I don’t need any tea,” she croaked out, unable to project her voice. She slipped out of her bed, adorned in her nightgown– it was fairly see-through, so she grabbed a blanket and slipped it over her head and body, snugging it close. She hated being caught without her veil on. “Please, come back in the morning.” she muttered as she opened the door, peeking her face out slightly.

“I’m afraid I cannot take no for an answer, Lady Stark,” Aemond hummed, standing before her in all his glory. He wasn’t dressed for bed– she wondered if he wore his riding and sparring leathers to bed, too. “I was tasked with delivering some… reading material to you.” 

Shera perked a brow inquisitively. “Reading material?” She hadn’t requested anything specific from the library.

“Can I come in?” 

Shera bit her lip. “Yes… I suppose…” she opened the door wider for him to come in as she scrambled to find a veil to wear. 

“No need for that. I won’t look if it makes you uncomfortable.” he said, his tone a bit softer than usual. He had two books in his hands as he looked around the room. 

“I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable,” Shera grunted, a bit indignantly. His words from the dinner still echoed in her head. Mayhaps it's a mangled mess under there. She remembered him laughing at her earlier in the day when her veil had slipped slightly. Her cheeks burned as she pulled the blanket taut around her, facing away from him. 

“I’m sure I’ve seen worse,” he said flatly, putting the books down on the side table next to the chaise. “But, out of respect, I won’t look.” 

She was sure he meant it as a way to soothe her worry, but she couldn’t help but feel tears start to form. Hastily, she wiped them away. “What was so important that this… delivery couldn’t wait until morn?” she glanced at him, her eyes stinging. “And why you?” she added, her punctuation of you a bit more harsh than she intended. 

Aemond’s brow knit as he regarded her. He said he wouldn’t look, the liar. 

She whipped in the opposite direction quickly. 

“Helaena asked me to deliver you this… and I had one to give you as well. Think of it as a betrothal gift.” he muttered, beginning to walk the room as if he wasn’t an intruder. Well, she had invited him in. 

Moongeist was snoozing on the bed, belly up. His legs twitched in the air as he whimpered softly from dreaming. Aemond stared at him. “This is your valiant protector? He is sleeping on the job.” 

“He deserves rest— you aren’t a threat to me, Aemond. He senses that,” she replied. Not a threat physically, at least. You’re a predator to my mind. 

“Hm,” he hummed, walking to the table where she still had two honey walnut cakes sitting out. “You enjoyed them, I take it?” 

“What?”

“The cakes. I had a maid bring them to you this morn.” 

“Oh– it was you,” she murmured, the tips of her ears flushing under the implication. “... thank you. It… helped.” 

“You were… distressed– these always used to cheer you up.”

Shera let out a tentative breath. He had thought of her– and remembered her favorite sweet? And… cared enough to have them brought to her. Maybe… maybe he didn’t loathe her so. “They were… very good,” she continued, letting a smile come to her face. It felt strange to smile around Aemond after so long.

“Yes, the cook who made them still works in the kitchens,” he picked up one, taking a bite. He had liked them as well, but his favorite had always been blueberry scones. “She surprisingly hasn’t kicked the bucket yet– still working away down there, at seventy-five. Mother offered her retirement and a nice hole in the wall shack near the wharf. She refused, adamant to work until she died.” he made a noise of surprise at the taste. “Still good.” 

“I’m surprised you remembered, Aemond,” she walked closer then, making sure to snatch the last one off of the plate before he decided to take it, too. She took a bite, the honey sticking to her fingers.

“I remember a lot, Shera,” he pulled out a chair and took a seat. Why was he staying?

 Her heart stopped momentarily as he said her name. She buried herself further into the pastry to hide her red cheeks. “Memories are a plague,” she grumbled, pulling up her legs to her chest after she settled into the chair next to him. 

“That they are, most of them are. A festering, decrepit reminder of… things best left forgotten. However,” he leaned forward then, his thumb cleaning off a drip of errant honey from the corner of her mouth. “I do remember, you were always a messy eater. Some things don’t change, do they?”

She shivered as he touched her with such… gentleness he hadn’t displayed at all since she’s been back. It was a glimpse into the boy he used to be– he was still there, deep down. She almost choked on the rest of her cake, putting it down on the plate as she quietly licked her fingers, trying to distract herself. “... no, some things don’t change.” 

“The book weren’t the only reason I came– Helaena asked me to ask you if you would like to come on a picnic to the Kingswood tomorrow. With Aegon, the children, Helaena and I. She told me that… Maelor required you bring Moongeist.” 

Shera stared at him for a long moment, her eyes wide and owlish. The blanket slipped from her head slightly as she leaned forward, snatching the remainder of Aemond’s honey walnut cake from his fingers. “I suppose– as long as there are more cakes,” she hummed, feeling a slightly giddy sensation tingle down her spine as she devoured the rest. “How on earth did you manage to get Aegon to agree?” 

“I promised that there would be wine,” he watched, his violet eye roving her face unabashedly as she finished the pilfered sweet. 

“And?” 

“And… mayhaps I threatened to pay all the brothels off to not service him any longer if he did not attend.” 

–

Aemond left soon after, bidding her goodnight in a very stiff and still… somewhat cold in manner. But he was trying– she could see that. 

Before tucking back into bed, she looked to see the books he had left for her.

One was the copy of ‘Moonpuppy’ that she had read earlier that day.

The other, the supposed ‘gift’ from Aemond, was a well-worn, well-loved copy of the old folk hero ‘Symeon Star-Eyes’. Upon opening the cover and flitting through the pages, she saw many notes and footnotes on each page– it was Aemond’s handwriting. He had left his thoughts on each page– as she descended through the book, his handwriting changed and evolved. It started off very shaky and tenuous, but as she scanned through the end of the tome, it was confident and sophisticated. He had annotated this copy for years, his handwriting and views on the text changing with each year. Flipping back to the front, she looked at the date.

It was dated five moons after the Driftmark incident. Then, opening the back– it was dated a fortnight ago. He had written, noted, and journaled in this book for ten years.

Why did he give this to her?