#I’m just so fucking livid all thee time about this

[artemisiatridentata]

not for nothing but when I post the latest science and stats on covid and basically beg people to wear a mask on my instagram stories multiple times a week, only to see my friends that watch my stories come into the place I work and smile at me with their whole face out like nothing’s wrong, it makes me want to scream and scream and scream forever. like is it that FUCKING hard to act like you care about my safety? is it that hard to wear a fucking piece of fabric on your face for ten minutes? Aren’t you ashamed that you give into peer pressure to be “normal” so easily? where is your moral backbone? why don’t you care about other people? why don’t you care if I die?

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Revenant!Jazz thoughts Pt.2

Continuing from this post

This time, I’m thinking about Vlad and his reaction to all this. In the show he doesn’t particularly seem to care about Jazz in any way, probably because of his hyper focus on Danny and Maddie. I doubt he’s registered Jazz as a threat of any kind, much less to him.

If Danny winds up Bat-dopted, Jason or classic “Bruce stole another one” and the news catches wind of the new Wayne, Vlad would be livid. Danny is supposed to be his son afterall, doesn’t matter that it was Maddie who severely wounded her own son.

In the midst of Rogues dropping like flies, Jazz sets a trap for Vlad by baiting him with Danny. Her brother is never in danger, not with her around and certainly not with the bat family lurking nearby, but Vlad cannot help himself- he tries to kidnap Danny by overshadowing the adoptive parent. Jazz allows it to happen only until Vlad takes Danny out of the public eye, then straight up punches Vlad out of the person he’s overshadowing, sucking him up into a thermos she stole from the GIW and throwing it into an abyss.

Wouldn’t someone recognize Jazz then?

Beyond the walking dead look that came free with reanimating, Jazz walks, talks and looks completely different then she was in life. Memories shape us and without most of hers Jazz wouldn’t be quite the same anymore. Where she once walked with a relaxed gait and a calm demeanor, as a Revenant Jazz masters the murder strut, because that’s pretty much the only thought going through her head on a constant loop….Other than ‘make Danny Safe’ of course.

Who killed Jazz? (Asked by @someonebored0100 )

Originally I was thinking it would be either the Fenton parents in the GAV or the GIW, but then a delicious angst idea popped into my head….

Batman chasing down Joker led to him slamming into Jazz’s car, which resulted in her death and a new son for him to care for….

Batman says nothing when he brings in Danny, marks down Jazz’s death as a murder and does not go out as Batman again for a week.

Was Jazz autopsied?

Thee death rate in Gotham must be higher than any other city in the world, so the coroners embody (pun not intended) the phrase “overworked and underpaid”.

So no, she wasn’t autopsied, but they did make record of the punctured artery and removed the shrapnel by request of Batman for testing.

What happened after Jazz’s body disappeared from the Crematorium?

Bruce Wayne paid for the cremation personally, so it’s understandable the mortician would be Panicking at the very likely notion that someone stole a dead body paid to be cremated and sealed into an urn by Bruce Fucking Wayne.

If the mortician cremates an unclaimed body and slaps the wrong name on it, we’ll, add it to the list of morally questionable things he’s done as a mortician in a Gotham.

Thoughts about Jason’s reaction to a true Revenant?

Her veiny visage, with the broken sclera and eyes that seem to absorb light and give none back, horrifies Jason to the bone. Did he look like that when he dug himself out of his grave? Did the Pits actually do him a favor? It makes him wanna puke just thinking about how accurate his zombie jokes could have been… then makes him swear to stop telling those same jokes because clearly he’s no longer one of the walking dead if he looks better than this dead woman who looks just… horrifying.

Though once Jazz kills the Joker in the same way the clown killed Jason, he seeks out the Revenant and after doing some digging… swears to do whatever he can for her.

If this is Dad!Jason, then he’s very upset for Danny and Jazz’s tragic history.

No hardcover pairing this time?

Maybe? Doubtful, but it could happen. I don’t think it should though.

Does Jazz have a vigilante persona in this one?

Hmm, not exactly. She’s not tying to hide anything, definitely not her less than living appearance. She wears boots, a canvas jacket, jeans and gun holsters with hair that looks like a drunk toddler attacked it with dull scissors.

She doesn’t save anyone, not directly, but ending the rogues that killed so many earns her the name “Reaper” and it sticks.

What’s Danny’s reaction to all this?

We all know about the dark timeline that resulted from The Ultimate Enemy, Dan.

The Fenton parents are still hunting him down, Sam and Tucker are trying to move to Gotham, he’s been adopted by a Kevlar-clad billionaire furry who acts like a himbo with way too much ease for it to be all an act. He’s got a home that’s not an active threat to his afterlife and the food is the farthest thing from radioactive.

(Alfred Pennyworth nearly had a heart attack at the mere thought of a child eating radioactive food and that a piece of toast on his plate was a punishment.)

But… Jazz is dead.

It’s true that they hadn’t had the best relationship for the last few years, especially after his accident, but Jazz had become his rock. Sam and Tucker were his best friends, but they had no real idea what it was like to grow up a Fenton. Sure they had some context clues (was the giant portal entrance with the on-button inside not a giant warning sign?), but Jazz had kept him alive even as a kid herself.

She worked herself to the bone to make sure he had food to eat, some hours to sleep at night, and a shoulder for him to put some of the burden on her as Phantom. In the end, she hurt their parents to get him out of the lab and away from them.

She had died trying to get him to safety.

He’d seen her car, the wreck, the blood, the still radioactive substance he called his blood… he sat in the driver’s seat and cried for his sister- he wanted Jazz to tease him and call him ‘little brother’ again.

Sure, he had Cass now and several brothers, but nothing could ever replace Jazz.

It’s the thought that Jazz would be upset with him that keeps Danny from turning by his grief into a ghostly wail, to wreck everything and everyone.

Then he meets the Reaper. And he knows.

“Little Brother.”

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What about the ending for Jazz you talked about?

That’s gonna be in another post, this one was getting long enough as is.

[sunnibits]

Another thing I was vaguely thinking about today (as in, considering extensively) was what cars I think modern AU ofmd characters would drive. Just. Randomly idk. I also know absolutely nothing about cars so I apologize in advance if I offend the people who actually know the breeds of car. (I may have had to use Google at some points and I’m probably still fucking shit up.)

Stede definitely drives the family man minivan or SUV yknow, for his kids. It’s absolutely covered with cheesy bumper stickers and it’s probably like. Idk beige or something. But it’s very much The Family Car. Also Stede is a super careful driver to the point of being agonizingly lame. Oluwande and Jim make the mistake of going on a trip with him ONCE and they’re like begging him the whole time to just go a LITTLE over the speed limit, at least MEET the speed limit please god Stede. He finally goes like 5 over with Ed’s encouragement and he feels so incredibly rebellious and wild he gets all giggly about it. But he does slow down again after like 3 minutes because he’s terrified of getting pulled over.

Ed drives THEE most intimidating, coolass pickup truck in either black or like, deep shiny purple. (Although, my friend also said he would drive a Jeep, and I can definitely that. Like one of those??? Square bitches??? Bonus points of it’s one of the bad boys with no doors, just no doors no roof baby. Feel that BREEZE.) He likes to BLAST his music too, heavy base, driving with the window down with one hand on the wheel, tapping his hand to the beat on the side of the car. Ed’s driving is…. questionable. Like, it’s not bad per se, but it’s a little crazy. It’s good for an action movie chase scene, bad for actual public driving. He would definitely race people. He absolutely speeds as he pleases, and sees turn signals as more of a suggestion than a necessary rule to follow.

I can’t decide if I want Izzy to have a nice sleek sedan/coupe/whatever or like, one of those little bitches. *checks smudged notes on hand* subcompact?? Idk but I am absolutely cracking up at the image in my head of Izzy in his super tiny car. Alternatively though I think he might drive like a nice coupe that he thinks is Hot Shit, like super cool (it’s not that cool). At first I couldn’t decide whether he would care about what he drives or not, like maybe he would think fancy cars or pretentious, but after some thought I definitely think he would care about his car way TOO much. He takes a lot of pride in his nice ride (again, not actually that cool) and he’s SUPER meticulous about it, he’s got to wash it every week and make sure it’s perfect. But of course the most important part of this concept is the fact that the other ‘crew members’ like Lucius or Frenchie or Roach or someone would ABSOLUTELY graffiti his car and scratch it up just to see how absolutely fucking livid he would be. He would lose his entire fucking mind while they giggled behind a bush nearby. And of course, this is pretty much a given, but Izzy is a very angry driver. That motherfucker has some intense road rage. He is that obnoxious bitch sticking his middle finger out the window and yelling at someone who cut him off. Oh and his car is either all black or grey/silver, obviously.

[stripper-patrick]

I like the barbies💓, but I want the Bratz😈Steve Rogers

Warnings: language, fluff, smut, dom!Steve, choking, degradation, oral (m), angst, angry!Steve, fingering, fluff, crying, slight sub!Steve

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Steve Rogers x black plus sized reader

Steve called a mandatory meeting but I’m not sure for what and I’m interested to see what he’s gonna say.

“Y/N” Scott calls and I turn around meeting him.

“Hey Scott”

“You look beautiful today” I can tell he likes me but usually I don’t pay attention because I’m so busy with work. See I work as a nurse but strictly for the avengers team. I interned for Stark and he hired me after a month seeing how good I work under pressure. Then that’s when I met Steve. They brought him to me when he was fresh out of the ice to which I took care of him as well as catching him up on the 66 years of history he had missed. He took a liking towards me and soon we started our best friendship which turned into a sexual relationship. I’d enjoy more but I don’t wanna ruin what we have so l handle this for now.

Me and Scott walk and talk together to the conference room where he opens the door for me “oh my god I’m so tired of wearing scrubs really I’d prefer to be in a big t-shirt and nothing else” I laugh. I notice I’ve caught Steve’s attention by that sentence. His blue eyes study my features of a short t-shirt dress and my silk-pressed ashy brown hair flowing gloriously on my shoulders with each step I take.

“Well I’m sure a lot of male patients would be very aroused by how good you’d look in either attire I know I would” I blush laughing and I catch a Steve’s eyes. The once ice blue orbs now turned into electric with what looks like lust and anger. Steve always was possessive but seeing as we aren’t together you’d think he’d let little things like this slide. But we’re both wrong.

Everyone piles in at once and we all sit down waiting for what Steve has to say. “For starters I’d like to thank everyone for coming to the meeting and as we know there’s a special event tonight the ultimate Christmas party Tony famously hosts every year but we don’t want it to be like the last time where we we’re attacked by robots which is something I never thought I’d said in my 99 years of life” he chuckles “let’s remember to have fun but keep the compound secure and safe as well”

“That was all you called us for?” Scott asks. He had a tendency to get under Steve’s skin often bringing up his past and on one occasion he even mentioned our extraordinary 74 year ago gap and Steve nearly put him in a full Nelson.

“It is is there a problem?” I can see Steve is boiling but I don’t know why

“No problem at all captain” he chuckles

“Good everyone’s dismissed” he calls “except for Y/N” my heart starts beating faster and I watch everyone leave. I avoid eye contact with Steve but the second I catch him (gif), I feel my wetness start to collect between my thighs. The door is shut and I stand up walking towards him. I do a half sit on the table as he strides towards me placing his hands on either sides of my hips coming about eye level to me. The smell of his mint toothpaste and Armani cologne is breathtaking.

“I don’t like how he talks to you or even looks at you”

“Who Scott? We’re just friends”

“He wants you Y/N and I’m sure he has a sense that something is going on between us so if he could he’d taste you right in front of me” Steve parts my legs stepping between them

“Nonsense Steve it’s not even like that. You’re just being over-protective and jealous. For what? I don’t know”

“Because you’re mine” his hand slides between my thighs as his calloused finger rubs my wet clit before sliding between my folds. My upper body slouches down as I push my hands behind me on the table to keep my balance. My eyes shut and I bite my lip holding back a moan.

“How can that be the case yet we’re not together?” I ask

“That doesn’t mean you aren’t mine” he says sliding a finger in. My body opens up to him. I’m feeling so many different emotions. Mad, sexually frustrated, horny, appalled. I don’t know what to do. He continues pumping slowly to torture me. My body shakes and he holds up my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. Steve curls his fingers making my body jolt. He moves his hand in a quick all-of-a-sudden pace slamming on my g-spot. My body rocks and my moans get louder. Steve covers my mouth “be a good girl for me and cum on my hand princess” my legs shake and next thing I know I’m convulsing against him trying to press my thighs together. My back arches as he pumps me dry. Once I come to my sense I watch Steve lick his fingers with a smirk.

“If you want me to officially” I stand up slowly watching him take a step back “you know what to do” I walk out going straight to my room. I take a deep breath as my wobbly legs force me to sit on the nearby chair. I’ve gotta start getting ready for this party. I bring myself together walking to the shower turning it on hot.

.....

I’m all dressed and ready for the party and I hear a bunch of people downstairs and the slow jazz music awaiting. I take one last look on the mirror at my outfit which is white mid rise bell bottoms, a double breasted blazer and a lace white bra that exposes the breast tattoo Steve likes so much. I grab my bedazzled clear heels sliding them on before heading downstairs. I stand at the top of the steps just grabbing some alone time before I merge with the crowd. A body slides next to me and I think it’s Steve until I meet eyes with someone else. Scott.

“Oh my god Y/N you look incredible” I smile thanking him keeping my eyes on the crowd “Jesus if I were Steve I wouldn’t let you walk out like that” I chuckle

“Scott I do what I want relationship or not”

“Speaking of what’s going between you and the crypt keeper” he takes a sip of his drink and I feel eyes burning into me. I look down seeing Steve staring right back at me. Sharon is staring at him like she hasn’t eaten in days and I feel my blood boil. He excuses himself and I watch him walk towards the steps.

“Nothing we’re just friends and coworkers”

“Hmm” he hums in disapproval. Steve meets us at the top with a fake smile on his face.

“Excuse me Scott I’d like to borrow Y/N for a minute” he grabs my arm whisking me away without even allowing Scott to comply.

Steve takes me to a dimly lit hallway and I yank my arm away “have you lost your damn mind” by this point I’m pissed. I get that Steve has attachment issues but that doesn’t mean he can control who I talk to let alone get mad that another guy is giving me attention when all he does is work and fuck me.

“Maybe. What the hell are you doing after I told you Scott is trying to get what’s mine”

“Steven how the fuck can I be yours and we’re not dating. And you know why we aren’t dating because you’re still strung up on Sharon who just so happened to be undressing you mentally”

“She was not” he scoffs. I squint my eyes in anger “It’s obvious Scott only wants to fuck you”

“And what the fuck do you actually get to do. Fuck me that’s it. You don’t know how bad I actually wanna be with you but the only thing we can do is fuck so don’t say shit about anyone else’s place when you’re actually participating in the act just using the same mindset” I storm away from him and walk downstairs mixing myself in the crowd.

“Y/N you look great” Pepper says “woah what’s wrong”

“Nothing I’m fine” I say. She knows me better than anyone else and she grabs my hand. She excuses herself from Tony and we head to the bathroom.

“Talk to me” a tear slips and I wipe it careful not to mess up my makeup. I explain to her what happened and she shakes her head

“Men are so stupid” she hugs me making me laugh. She helps me fix my makeup and it doesn’t look too bad. Pepper walks out with me our locked together and we go straight to the bar “4 vodka shots please”

The bartender grabs the Smirnoff bottle pouring the liquor into the small glasses setting them in front of us. She hands me 2 and I grab one glass tipping my head back letting the liquid glide down my throat leaving a fiery trail. My face scrunches up and the DJ spins the record stopping the smooth jazz.

I watch as Tony gets on the mic “I feel like we need to amp this party up some more” the crowd agrees as the DJ turns the music up putting on Meg Thee Stallion’s song Freak Nasty.

I take my second shot grabbing a lime to chase the liquor and replace the fiery taste in my mouth. My chest burns as the liquid courage smoothes down singeing my sternum.

I feel myself migrate to the dance floor rocking to the beat of the music. I bend over shaking my ass and I feel a body slide behind me. I’m not sure who it is but the guys hands slide around my waist keeping me close. “Damn baby can I take you home” before I’m able to pull whoever this is off of me Steve grabs him.

“Get your fucking hands off my girl” I watch Steve pull the guy away and he grabs my arm pulling me upstairs to his bedroom. I can tell he’s livid.

“Y/N what the fuck”

“I didn’t even know it wasn’t you” I say nonchalantly standing up “and again I don’t see why you’re mad we aren’t even-“ he cuts me off with a kiss and a hand pressed to my throat. Steve is quick to lay me on the bed still holding me in his powerful kiss. Steve pulls off my jacket moving his lips to my neck and breasts. I bite my lip holding back a moan. His hands slip into my pants undoing them and my legs fall open for him. I feel his erection against my thigh as he rubs my wet swollen clit begging for attention.

“Don’t stop” instead Steve does the opposite and stands up. I pull off my pants and soaked black thong. Steve undresses his bottom half and grabs my legs pulling me to the end of the bed. He taps his dick on my clit making me writhed before he finally pushes himself in me.

I grab his arm as he continues his assault breathing heavily near my ear. His moans are guttural and low as he nips at my ear. “Just like that please Steve” he pushed my thighs back on the bed stroking me down harder. My jaw drops and I lift my arms above my head gripping the sheets behind me.

“You look so fucking good doll” I whimper holding him close to me. The thought of Sharon taking him away from me overwhelms me and a tear slips. Or it could be from just how good he’s pounding out my pussy.

“Look at you. A beautiful fucking mess. My beautiful fucking slut” he bites my collarbone quick to put my legs on his shoulders.

“Steve please”

“What do you want? Use your words” I can’t even think. I’m not sure what I want so I let my heart do the talking

“Don’t leave me”

“I won’t baby girl. Fuck you look so pretty taking my dick like that”

“Steve” I moan. His strokes increase as he wraps his hand tighter around my throat

“Nobody is allowed between my pretty little sluts thighs but me” my release is on the brink as he keeps talking to me like this “and if they try... I’ll kill them”

“I’m cumming” my legs shake uncontrollably as my hips buck upward.

“Cum for me please” he whimpers. I muster up the strength and flip us over riding him. I grind hard on Steve as he coats my walls in his juices whimpering my name.

I keep bucking my hips watching him squirm. I slow down and collapse on his chest feeling his dick pulse inside of me.

“You’re mine” he rasps

“I’m yours” I smile

“We’re going on a date tomorrow to solidify it but for right now will you be my girlfriend?” He smiles

“Of course” I laugh as he kisses my head.

[deansmom]

I think my preferred ship dynamic is “I love you so much and I’m FURIOUS about it, you IDIOT, I can’t even leave you alone for FIVE MINUTES without you almost dying, why are you this way!!!!!!” Like Thee otp’s are:

deancas who are so hilariously gone on each other in season fucking FOUR and they’re LIVID about it, they’re both so MAD that they like each other, but by the time they get to s15 they’ve both just quietly accepted it, except they both keep doing stupid suicidal shit and they’re individually like “I HATE YOU WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IF YOU DIE, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, I NEED YOU, YOU CAN’T FUCKING DO THAT TO ME!”

buffyangel really do be out here just like, so upset that they like each other, and they’re mad that they can’t stop it but they’re even MORE mad that the other person can’t stop it either but they love each other so much they’re like an old married couple from the jump

stevedanno is PEAK “I hate you so much, don’t you ever fucking die on me, do you understand??? If you die I WILL find you and bring your dumb ass back to life, got it?!?” Like Danny HATES this man except he hasn’t hated him since he punched Steve that first case they worked together and he’s furious because Steve’s such an asshole, and yet here’s Danny, who’s going to be sent to an early grave because gigantor can’t stop fucking jumping in front of grenades - and Danny loves him. Loves him so much it’s stupid and he hates it but he can’t stop because as infuriating as Steve is, he’d rather be stressed about Steve dying for the rest of his life than never have Steve again 🥲

stevebucky is so!!!!! Even before Steve got the serum Bucky spent most evenings with Steve patching him up and grumbling about not knowing why the hell he keeps such a brute for company and he’s joking, but he’s also not joking, because he’s had to take Steve to the hospital one too many times and “if I have to hear the good father read you your last fucking rights one more time, Steven, I’m gonna convert just so I can follow your dumb ass and drag you back here, you got it?” And then after the serum (during the war and after, in the 21st century) Bucky HATES fighting with Steve because the idiot has zero sense of self preservation but during the war it was whatever because Bucky wasn’t much better anyways, but now??? Now that he’s not hydra’s bitch anymore and Steve’s not doing propaganda tours and they’re just themselves, he can’t help but slam Steve into the quinjet and scream at him “I DIDN’T FUCKING SURVIVE ALL OF THAT SHIT FOR YOU TO KILL YOURSELF. AGAIN. GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD ON STRAIGHT ROGERS BECAUSE I’M NOT FUCKING DOING THIS WITHOUT YOU. I NEED YOU, ASSHOLE. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE ON ME NOW.”

Is it the healthiest attachment style? No. Is it the one that really ✨speaks to me✨? Yes.

[dearlazerbunny]

Lie to Me (Ch. 25 of 27)

(Sorry I couldn’t count my chapterssss)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Genre/Ratings: M eventually (aiming for a slow burn here); warnings for kidnapping and subsequent anxiety/PTSD (will be marked before every chapter)

Words: 2100

Summary: If you had to guess what the captured, traitor, trickster god Loki Laufeyson wanted or needed at this moment, a babysitter would be far, far down on the list. (Set after the events of Avengers 1.)

SHOUTOUT TO @molmcb and @jessiejunebug, who will get 20% royalties each on my first novel that I will never write

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While being mortal is a fascinating experiment in the short term, Loki would not generally recommend it as a whole.

He feels much more vulnerable, in a way that has nothing to do with him sitting powerless in a cell. Now, his blood is much more easily spilled; his bones more easily broken. It is harder to dull the sudden aches that flare up for no apparent reason at all, and while magic soothes the troubleshooting somewhat, he can’t deny that there’s something.. missing. Nothing tangible or concisely identifiable, but incredibly distracting nonetheless.

His magic is another matter. Frigga has been visiting him for months, on and off, and each time he expects her to begin the process that will ultimately be much more damning to him than mortality. His magic is all he has sometimes, that and his sharp tongue. It is singularly his, and while they may bind his wrists and throw away the key, it will still thrum through his veins with a purr, content to be him and it and it and him.

He expected her to be hesitant, but never to defy Odin altogether. So when she comes to fetch him one day and undoes his manacles with a snap, and green sparks race to heal the raw skin on his wrists, he raises a wary eyebrow at her. “Correct me if I am mistaken, but I believe this is supposed to be gone?”

Frigga graces him with a rare smile that speaks of trouble- if he didn’t know better, he would say his habitual smirk was learned from hers. “You are not mistaken. But what mother would I be to rob my son of his pride and joy?” Her fingers brush an unruly lock of hair from Loki’s forehead. “But, your father will not be denied. At least, not so obviously. Do you trust me?”

“Infinitely.”

“Then stay still.” Her hand to the side of his face, she murmurs an enchantment that washes over his whole body like honey- viscous and stifling. Only her voice keeps him from panicking, and when she’s done, he takes a breath. Frigga hasn’t taken his magic, only… repressed it. It’s a bit like being in hiding. He can still feel his power, only now it remains curled up sluggishly in the deepest parts of his bones. “We both know that the magical arts are not Odin’s strength. This spell should hold for long enough.”

Loki flexes his fingers, his body awash in so many new sensations. “Long enough for what, precisely?”

As it turns out, long enough for the most casual jailbreak Loki has ever been apart of.

Frigga leads him where he never again thought he’d go- out. Up into the castle proper, where the air isn’t stale and the sunlight is filtering through the window. To his amazement, nobody turns their head as they walk side by side through the halls, then the gardens, and out the gates, eventually leaving not only the palace but the whole of Asgard behind, fading into the background.

Crossing the bridge is a strange sort of anxiety. The cracks underneath his feet have long since been mended, but spiderweb fractures remain embedded in his very bones. Old memories fade in and out of existence right in front of him, teasing his brain down paths he doesn’t want to follow- the past holds little more than anger and regret.

Caught up in his thoughts, Loki doesn’t notice when his mother stills. Thor has met them at the edge, and just beyond him Heimdall watches with a stony gaze. Confused, he glances around. “Mother?”

“It has come to Odin’s attention,” she says, “that your remaining on Asgard is a liability to its people.”

Loki arches an eyebrow. “Indeed.”

“And so, he has remedied his previous decree. You are to be banished to Midgard for the remainder of your time as a mortal, and without your magic.”

Time seems to slow. Too many fragile hopes are leaping over themselves for his attention, threatening to topple what little composure he has. “And Odin… agreed to this?”

“It took some doing,” she admits, lips pressed in a thin line. “Your brother and I have not been idle in the previous months.” Thor nods, arms crossed and eyes on the horizon for any unwelcome approachers.

“I-” for once, words fail. What can be said to those who have essentially given you a second chance at life?

Frigga smiles. She can hear what he’s not saying. Carefully, reverently, she presses her palm to his cheek, in a gesture only used by a mother who would do anything for her child. “As I said, my son,” she says softly. “You deserve all the happiness this life may afford you.”

Happiness. Such a foreign concept. Happiness is held in his Witling’s smile, her laugh, the way she looks at him as though she’s never seen a monster in his face-

I want you to come back. Please. If you can.

It turns out he’d lied to you after all.

“Thor will escort you.” A fond thumb is graced against his cheekbone, and then he’s released. “And I trust you will find Y/N and tell her all that you have yet to say.”

Loki wants to argue a million points- how they possibly could have managed to convince Odin to simply let him walk away; how she expects to keep his still-present magic a secret- but his curiosity is tempered by the sheer thought of you. You, in his arms; you, no longer separated from him by glass or pain or stubbornness-

The colors of the Bifrost have never looked brighter as they swirl around his fingertips.

                                                          XXX

He was not particularly expecting a warm welcome from SHIELD- perhaps some cushioned lining around newly-soldered handcuffs- but to his surprise, only the droll man with the eyepatch and Stark are there to greet him when Thor informs them of their arrival on Earth. Infuriating as Stark may be, after so long with nothing but his own company, his glare is almost a welcome change. “So. The prodigal sinner returns.”

“The pleasure is all mine Stark, I assure you.” Loki treats him to one of his smirks, though inwardly he’s already dreading the derision almost certainly headed his way.

“Gentleman, if we could all stand to be civil for more than seven seconds, this will all go a lot smoother.” Fury seems unruffled standing in front of his former most wanted. “Let me get one thing clear- I am not particularly happy about this. Organizations I’ve never even heard of are crawling out of the woodwork to tell me I’m crazy. But,” he sighs heavily, deep lines etched on his face, “as it turns out, we need you.”

Never one to mince words, the director. Loki raises a delicate eyebrow. “Need me for what, exactly?”

“We’ve acquired another magic user in your absence.” Stark snorts, apparently disagreeing with that description, and Fury silences him with a glare. “Well. Some sort of energy. She’s incredibly volatile, moody, and hates Stark with a passion.” There’s a minute shrug under his leather jacket. “Figured the two of you would get along well.”

“Joy,” Stark deadpans. “As if I don’t have enough people who want to blow my brains out. Now you’re going to teach her how to do it more effectively.”

“At least this way, if she murders you, she’ll be doing it on purpose and not by accident,” he replies smoothly, his attention never leaving Loki. “What do you say?”

Loki glances at his brother, and then suppresses an eye roll when Thor gives a classic I dunno, I’m just here to hit stuff gesture. “Well. I suppose I do not have much of a choice.”

“No, you don’t. Glad we could come to an agreement. Thor, if you’ll follow me. We need to make sure thee wont be any… repercussions, from Asgard.” Fury nods once, briefly, before taking his leave. “Welcome to the team.”

Loki’s eyes widen, just a bit. Stranger and stranger this day becomes.

Once they’re alone, the engineer turns back to his project, fiddling with wires exuding faint blue light. “So, where’s your guardian angel? I would have thought she’d be nipping at your heels.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your mini-me. Your not-so-secret-admirer. Your groupie. Your devotee-”

“I would stop there, Stark,” Loki growls.

“Can’t say I’m wrong.” Two wires come together with a spark. “So?”

“I am not sure.”

“Really? So you mean you weren’t the one who told her to rip us all a new one?”

Loki sighs. Mortals and their inane languages. “I assure you, as with most things that fall from your mouth, I haven’t the faintest idea what you speak of.”

“J, play back the recording.” Something warm floods his system at hearing your voice, clearer than its been in a year, even over a recording. Though you sound angry, even more livid than that day in his cell-

“Have none of you, not a single one, ever fucked up because you were hurting? Because it all just became too much?”

“She even made Captain Tightpants sit down, and let me tell you, that’s hard to do.”

This ‘Avengers Initiative’ is one big shot at forgiveness for all of you. Why doesn’t Loki deserve that same chance?”

“What prompted this?” Loki asks, bewildered.

“Oh, the day you left, we took her in because we thought you whammied her brain on that little rescue mission.”

“Loki’s never had a friend, not really. But I’m his friend. And I forgive him. And I gave him the second chance he deserves.”

Oh, love. “I hope you do not expect me to apologize for her.”

“Right.” Stark points a bit of machinery at him without looking in his direction. “Also, if you even think for a second you’re living in my tower-”

“I would not live in that monstrosity if it were shelter from a sandstorm, Stark, fear not.”

I’m here, love. I’m coming. I swear.

A/N: The new Addams family movie is awesome so here’s a celebration chapter. Also only TWO MORE CHAPTERS TO GO PEOPLE well one chapter and an epilogue but whatever technicalities 

[impatient-traveler]

War Hero

Pairing: Nyx Ulric/Petra Fortis (I name thee... Petryx!) Rating: Gen (there is one(1) f-bomb) Summary: Last person Nyx expected to run into after the fateful night of the Invasion was Petra Fortis, the Citadel Guard menace and lovable asshole. Time to do something about that awful first impression, right? AU. Insomnia suffers but doesn't fall. Details inside, but basically consider this a post-KG everyone lives AU, where the KG still happened with just some minor tweaks. Warnings: none AO3 link: here

Life was, for better or worse, back to normal. Sure, the Crown City had been invaded, and the Crystal stolen. Their situation, Lucis' situation was by all standards shitty. But that was nothing new, right? They managed to push back in the end, and the city still stood. All things considered, it could have been worse. They lost their primary defense, and they lost their King, and the Glaives, privately, lost their little sister and any sense of security they might've managed to get. Their Captain, their brothers in arms were revealed as traitors, after all. But in a way, it didn't sink in. Not entirely. Perhaps new trauma is less of a problem when one is already woken up by nightmares full of memories of destruction and death on the regular. Perhaps it's just another horror to add to the list. Or perhaps it would hit them, just not immediately.

For now there was so much to do. The Prince had returned the next day, distraught and livid over all of this having gone down without him. Yet in the end he did not shy from his duty and took up leadership. He wasn't King yet, that he adamantly refused on grounds of wanting to secure his betrothed's safety first. Then he would wed, and lead Lucis, he'd said. It would go down in history as probably the least coherent and put together address that any ruler of Lucis ever delivered, but it was hearfelt and honest and frankly, reassuring. The kid they'd watched fumble and shy away from demands of royal life for years... kid they were all fond of, but could never imagine seeing on the throne was now all grown up, it seemed.

Not all of the Glaive were traitors, thankfully. Most of those were still in recovery, though, and with how many people the other forces - Crownsguard, Citadel Guard, police - lost in the invasion everyone who could walk was assigned to keeping the peace and helping survivors. The main thing to actually do at this point was coordinating and guarding supplies, ensuring they were distributed peacefully. And that's how Nyx saw Petra Fortis for the first time since that fateful night: assigned to keeping watch over a convoy delivering relief supplies to further parts of Insomnia.

He noticed the man while getting on the transport at dawn, near the back entrance to the Citadel. They weren't the only ones assigned here, since there were two policemen on the job as well. Being the highest ranking there Petra had apparently assumed leadership before Nyx arrived and decreed the more battle-ready of the two, meaning himself and the Glaive, would take the first and last van, respectively, while the police guys took the middle ones. As such they barely exchanged curt nods and gruff mumbles of "morning" before Petra pointed the last vehicle out to Nyx who got on it before the Guard could say anything else. It fit the mood of their first interaction quite well, so he was pretty sure Fortis would just assume he was being sore after the taunting at the Gate. In reality though he just had no idea how to act. After all the Guard had saved his and the Princess' lives that night, in what looked very much like a suicide move. Until five minutes ago Nyx was certain it was a suicide and Petra was long dead. Well, about a week dead, but still. Seeing him there was shocking, more so for someone as haunted as Nyx was. Felt a lot like his mind was slipping to the point where he now saw the dead in broad daylight (again, dawn, but let's not focus on technicalities).

The convoy was well on its way, carefully passing through streets hastily cleared from rubble and still full of unpatched holes, when it dawned on him. The Guard was clearly interacting with others, right? He'd issued orders, the car up front waited for him while he opened the door and climbed inside and only then it drove off. Ghost couldn't do that, as far as he knew. So, alive after all.

He belatedly realized the driver was speaking to him some two minutes later. "Hey, Glaive! Are you alright?" the lady raised her voice, and it really looked like she'd been trying to get his attention for a while now.

"Huh? Y-yeah. All good." Nyx assured hastily "What were you saying?"

"I was asking what's got you grinning like that."

"...Oh." He'd been grinning? Right, yeah, he might've been. "Just... saw a friend." he covered.

"Friend, huh?" the woman grinned back "Always good to see people who survived this hot mess, right?"

He nodded "Yeah. Really good."

The rest of the trip passed mostly in silence and soon enough they stopped and the drivers and the few helpers they'd brought along began distributing the supplies to the sizeable crowd that had gathered waiting for them. Nyx decided to fix the bad impression he must've made earlier and glanced around to locate Fortis. The man was standing near the door of the first van which was also the first one to be emptied, looking like a godsdamned statue. Funny, considering that during their first meeting it was Nyx who played deaf and blind. He casually took up post right next to the Guard. "Looking good for a dead man, Fortis." he stated, looking straight ahead at the people before them. In his peripheral vision he saw the man scowl, heard him huff.

"Funny, I thought you were the one who wouldn't survive, Glaive." Ah, there it was, the sarcastic way he used that word, almost like an insult.

Nyx chuckled "I'm not the one who went up against an airship full of trained soldiers."

"No, you're the one who went flying off the road less than a minute later."

The Glaive pouted "Aw, you saw?"

"Told you. It's my city you're messing with."

"Yeah, sure. Remind me next time I'm saving it, I'll step right back~"

Petra scoffed but before he could answer one of the drivers waved them over. "Um. Could you help us with this?" they asked timidly. The Guard rolled his eyes and sent Nyx off to deal with it. Carrying heavy ass crates. Just what he wanted to do today.

After that he didn't get another chance to talk to Fortis until they were packing up. At that point everyone was exhausted from hours in the sun and Nyx had pretty much forgotten that he'd been trying to get a hold of the Guard for the better part of the day. All that occupied his thoughts now was the thought of a shower and crawling into bed for a nap, and a much less bright prospect of duty in the evening. Desperate times, as they said, and his schedule these days was murderous. He was climbing back into the van when someone tapped his shoulder.

"This once you're forgiven for the war hero act, Glaive." Petra said and before Nyx had a chance to react he was already marching away to his van. Ulric stared dumbly for a couple of seconds, then shook his head and got into the car. Fucking guards, right?