#darcy x lance

[adrianvokov]

headers bluelance like

[mzradyer]

blue x starboy

darcy vega and lance orion from zodiac academy by caroline peckham and susanne valenti

[freckled-moss]

Smitten

[artsbygih]

In Solaria, blue means royal. And to me, blue means you.

[alysmondstuff]

When am I going to get my happy ending, no sorry, THEIR happy ending (darion) (bluelance) ya already know. Like obviously there's going to be a book 9 because book 8 was not a happy ending, but c'mon. I'm desperate. Give Lance a fucking break bro, I mean really? Jail, Powershaming, Dead family, SHIT what more?! That's enough sweetie. Please. Just give me some happiness, and give Lance a good fucking life. I'm still re-reading everything because I'm in love. Thank you GOodnight 💙 ♎

[takenmooon]

got bored and binged books 1-6 of zodiac academy in 5 days

[manonblackbaek]

020. playlist: darcy + lance (zodiac academy)

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club

Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader

Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club

requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist series masterlist

————————

“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.

“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.

“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.

“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.

“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.

“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.

“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.

“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.

Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.

“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.

“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.

The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.

“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).

“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.

“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.

“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.

“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.

“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.

“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.

“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.

“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.

“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.

“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.

“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.

“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.

“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.

“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.

“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.

“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.

“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.

“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.

“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.

“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.

“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.

“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.

“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.

“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.

“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.

“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.

“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.

“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.

“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.

“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.

“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.

“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lance mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.

“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.

“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.

“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.

“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.

“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.

“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”

[charminglygrouped]

The Search for Mrs. Bingley

By now many Austen fans are familiar with a letter the author wrote to her sister Cassandra, claiming to have discovered Mrs. Jane Bingley's exact likeness in an exhibition of portraits:

Monday, May 24, 1813 [...] Henry & I went to the exhibition in Spring Gardens. It is not thought a good collection, but I was very well pleased—particularly (pray tell Fanny) with a small portrait of Mrs. Bingley, excessively like her. I went in hopes of seeing one of her Sister, but there was no Mrs. Darcy;—perhaps however, I may find her in the Great Exhibition which we shall go to, if we have time;—I have no chance of her in the collection of Sir Joshua Reynolds’s Paintings which is now showing in Pall Mall, & which we are also to visit.—Mrs. Bingley’s is exactly herself, size, shaped face, features & sweetness; there never was a greater likeness. She is dressed in a white gown, with green ornaments, which convinces me of what I had always supposed, that green was a favourite colour with her.* I dare say Mrs. D. will be in Yellow. […] —Monday even—We have been both to the Exhibition & Sir J. Reynolds’,—and I am disappointed, for there was nothing like Mrs. D. at either.—I can only imagine that Mr. D. prizes any Picture of her too much to like it should be exposed to the public eye.—I can imagine he wd have that sort [of ommitted] feeling—that mixture of Love, Pride & Delicacy. Setting aside this disappointment, I had great amusement among the Pictures; & the Driving about, the Carriage been open, [sic] was very pleasant (Le Faye, pp. 212-3).

Of course Austen scholars have searched for this portrait. The first resource to check is of course the catalogue of this exhibition, which was The Exhibition of the Society of Painters in Oil and Water Colours at The Great Room, Spring Gardens in London.

In 1986, Lance Bertelson used this catalogue to narrow down the possibilities, as he saw them, to 5:

Huet-Villiers, "Portrait of Mrs. Crompton" (catalogue no. 3)

Huet-Villiers, "Portrait of a Lady" (no. 27)

C. J. Robertson, "Portrait of Lady Anderson" (no. 15)

C. J. Robertson, "Portrait of Mrs. Clarke, of Weston [listed as such in the catalogue: but it should be 'Welton'] Place" (no. 116)

C. J. Robertson, "Portrait of Lady Nelthorpe" (no. 246).

He writes, however, that his "inquiries to major public collections in Britain and the USA have failed to turn up any of the above paintings"; but they may still exist in private collections. He says we know the portrait of Lady Nelthorpe to have been in Mrs. C. B. Prowse's private collection as of 1929. It was described by Basil Long thusly:

It is on ivory, about 7 3/4 in. x 5 3/4 in., and is signed at the back C. J. Robertson, pinxit / Apr: 1813. It is a 3/4 length portrait of a lady seated on a rustic bench in a landscape, with her hat on her lap... The face is shaded with brown and gray.

Two years later, in 1988, Martha Rainbolt has more success: she writes that "[b]y searching through the art libraries in London and this country [the USA], I have found some of the portraits and information about some of the other ones" (very annoyingly, she does not say where). She lists out 11 possibilities for the painting of Jane Bennet Bingley—everything in the catalogue claiming to feature a "girl," "Miss," "Mrs.," or "Lady":

"Girl in a Wood," Thomas Uwins (sometimes spelled Unwins)

"Girl decorating her Hair with Hops," Thomas Uwins

"Girl Reading a Ballad," Thomas Uwins

"Portrait of a Lady in the Character of Hebe," Jean Francois Marie Huet-Villiers

"Portrait of Lady Nelthorpe," Charles John Robertson

"Portrait of Lady Anderson," Charles John Robertson

"Portrait of Mrs. Crompton," Jean Huet-Villiers

"Portrait of Miss Smirnove," James Stephanoff

"Portrait of a Young Lady," James Hewlett

"Portrait of Mrs. Clarke, of Weston [sic] Place," Charles John Robertson

"Portrait of a Lady," Jean Huet-Villiers

According to Rainbolt, paintings 1 and 2 can be eliminated because they are of children. Painting 3 "is a work in the Italian style, rather grand and quite romanticized. This woman with her dark hair and sentimental look could not be the likeness of Jane Bingley" (I can't say I understand why Rainbolt thinks that Jane mustn't have dark hair). Painting 4 is of "a bare bosomed, very voluptuous lady sharing the canvas with an eagle who is hovering over her cup," and Rainbolt feels that this, too, can be eliminated.

Painting 5 is a possibility which Bertelson also mentioned. However, Rainbolt points out that it is a miniature, and Austen described the picture of Mrs. Bingley as a "small portrait"; and that Lady Nelthorpe would have been middle-aged at this time, and so not a good candidate for 23-year-old Mrs. Bingley. Of painting 6, Rainbolt says that the subject would also be too old (as she had been middle-aged as of the late 1780s).

This leaves paintings 7 through 11. Rainbolt was only able to locate information about one of them: #11, Jean Huet-Villiers' "Portrait of a Lady."

We don't still have this portrait. We don't know whether it still exists, and we don't have any photographs taken of it. What we do have is what is likely a copy of the portrait, in the form of a tinted engraving by William Blake:

The title of the engraving ("Mrs. Q," referring to Harriet Quentin, mistress of the Prince of Wales) is different from what the exhibition catalogue lists as the title of the Huet-Villiers portrait, but Rainbolt doesn't see this as problematic: the title had likely been changed in the exhibition to maintain the subject's anonymity, as was common practice at the time.

Rainbolt felt that the colour of the gown and ornament, and the "sweetness" of the face depicted, made it very likely that this was the portrait in question—though she notes that "It would be helpful if the portraits of Mrs. Crompton, Miss Smirnove, Hewlett's 'Young Lady,' and Mrs. Clarke would surface to be examined."

There was also a small problem, in the fact that Austen wrote green ornaments, while this gown only has one: but Rainbolt thinks that "This discrepancy might be explained by the circumstances: Jane Austen was writing an informal letter to her sister recalling the exhibition; she did not have the portrait in front of her when she wrote."

Deirdre Le Faye, writing in 1997, feels the question to still be an open one:

[...] [T]he three miniatures by Charles John Robertson in the same exhibition, of Lady Nelthorpe (No. 246) and her sisters-in-law Lady Anderson (No. 15), and Mrs. Clark of Welton [not Weston] Place (No. 116), cannot be completely ruled out as alternatives. (Footnote 4, pp. 416-7)

However, in the years since Le Faye wrote, and apparently without anyone noticing (?), that first miniature has appeared on auction site Christie's:

I think we can rule out this portrait as a possibility, due to the lack of any green ornamentation to the gown.

Bibliography

The Exhibition of the Society of Painters in Oil and Water-Colours. The Ninth. (London, 1813), p. 3.

Lance Bertelson, "A Portrait of Mrs. Bingley." Persuasions no. 8, 1986, 37-8.

Martha Rainbolt, "The Likeness of Austen's Jane Bennet: Huet-Villiers' 'Portrait of Mrs. Q'." English Language Notes, Dec. 1988, 35-43.

Jane Austen's Letters, Deirdre Le Faye ed. 3rd ed. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1997.

Portrait of Harriet Quentin, half-length, turned to left, with Eton College in the background; after Huet Villiers. 1820 Hand-coloured stipple. British Museum asset no. 1613230005.

"Portrait of Lady Nelthorpe," Charles John Robertson (b. c. 1779). Christie's. Lot no. 3103729. 2001.

[zodiac-academy-rocks]

And so many more in between bluelance defo had my favourite love story in ZA

💙 BluelanceWeek - Day 2: Secret Love

“If you go around placing crowns on my head, you’re going to be in trouble,” I teased and his mouth skewed. “Well let’s not tell anyone then”

(Zodiac Academy 3: The Reckoning)

“I’ve known since I crowned you in my car. Just don’t ever forget you were my queen first.”

(Zodiac Academy 6: Fated Throne)

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Art by @_yukitosan (on Twitter) Commissioned by me

Please, DON’T repost without credit.

[heliads]

Can I request a Loki x fem reader where the reader is a super kind empath Avenger and comforts Loki, who also has been recruited as an Avenger (very reluctantly) but is still a bit ostracized from everyone else on the team. The reader is able to see how poorly Loki was treated in the past and promises to be there for him. They both end up falling in love but are too afraid to tell each other (the reader is able to feel this weird warm and fuzzy emotion Loki directs at her and she can’t pin point what emotion it is). They end up confessing when Loki sees an avenger member take advantage of the readers sweetness so he steps into comfort her. He confesses and they kiss 😚

Also have an amazing day and take your time with requests!!!

hope you have an amazing day too!

masterlist

If you squint ever so slightly, peer out from the reach of your favorite chair just enough to see into the surrounding hallway, you can almost make out the silhouette of Tony Stark pacing back and forth outside his office door. 

As resident empath of the Avengers team, you’re in charge of reconnaissance, general battle backup, and checking in on everyone to make sure they’re still intact. You’ve also gone ahead and assumed that to mean that you can use your abilities to read the hearts of your teammates. Hey, it’s what they hired you to do, right? It’s not like you’re scanning their minds, now that would be invasive. All you’re doing is sensing how they’re feeling. Anyone could do that with a bit of good knowledge on body language.

You shift slightly, and there– you can just make out a cloud of colors circling Tony’s figure. That’s how emotions have always appeared to you ever since you were a kid. When people are having a perfectly normal day and not too much has happened, you’ll only be able to pick up on a tendril or two of colored smoke around their frame, a few hints at happy or sad but nothing too special. 

Conversely, when something crazy is going on, it’s like they’re walking out of a bank of mist, Mr. Darcy at the end of Pride and Prejudice (2005)-style. For instance, at this very moment you can’t even tell what shade of shirt Tony is wearing through the dense emotion rattling around him.

This is obviously a sign that something is going on. Usually, Tony’s pretty laid back, or at least he pretends to be. Cool blue is his trademark. Sometimes, closer to missions or just after them, you’ll see bright lime or sickly yellow lancing through them, panic and stress from too much pressure on his shoulders. You can sense his anxiety attacks before they start. Tony has no idea how many times you’ve used your gifts to divert those things, and if you have it your way, he’ll never figure it out.

Tony’s not panicking right now, though, or not in the way that you’re used to. Instead of purple or blue, all you can see around him is red, blazing red. Tony’s not usually a red kind of guy. Red means anger, outrage, and by the looks of him now, something has happened to cook up a regular bonfire of irritation.

As you watch, though, more colors join the fray. You can spot uneasy yellows and greens, an undercurrent of fear. What could possibly be going on to make Tony so unhappy? The situation is complicated, to be sure, but that’s nothing new around the Avengers. Take it from a S.H.I.E.L.D.- registered empath:  no one ever feels just one thing at one time. There’s always a dozen different emotions swirling in between your heart and head. And right now, Tony’s got quite a few to chew on.

Unable to contain your curiosity, you get up from your seat and pad over to him. Tony almost flinches when he turns and sees you, but he rubs a tired hand over one eye and greets you like normal.

You arch a brow at this attempt at pretending everything is fine. After all this time, Tony should know that you’re not one to get fooled by a pretty lie like that. “What’s going on? You’re totally freaking out.”

“So glad to see you, Y/N,” Tony complains, “I look great? Thanks for telling me. You’re always so quick with the compliments.”

You give him a look. “I know how you’re feeling. What’s up with you?”

“It’s not me you should be questioning,” he sighs, “it’s the newcomer to our team.”

You frown. “I didn’t think we were getting someone new.”

“We weren’t supposed to, but Fury added another guy last minute. Apparently it was either that or have him rot down in a cell for all eternity, and we don’t want to risk pissing off his brother,” Tony clarifies.

“Who’s his brother?” You ask, curious.

“Thor,” Tony says, and then you understand at last.

“Loki is joining the team?” You can’t believe it. Loki attacked New York all of six months ago. Sure, Fury has always been one to maximize opportunity, but you can’t believe he’d let Loki into the ranks of the Avengers so quickly.

“That’s what I said,” Tony harrumphed, “but apparently it’s already done. He’ll be coming up later today to meet us all. You know, without trying to kill us this time.”

You chuckle under your breath. “I can’t wait to see how that goes. How long do you think we have until Steve breaks out a patriotic speech on our or his behalf?”

Tony snorts. “It’ll happen any minute now. Look, here Steve comes up the stairs now. It’s like he marches everywhere he goes. Unreal.”

True to Tony’s suspicions, Steve, upon learning of Loki’s arrival, does indeed treat all of you to a talk about looking past first impressions. If the red flickering around his eyes and fists says anything, though, it’s that he’s just as pleased about the whole affair as Tony.

You, for one, aren’t sure what to make of the whole thing. Something must have happened to make Fury trust Loki, and until you learn otherwise, that’s as good an endorsement as you’ll get around here. Before long, Thor is marching into the Avengers complex with a stranger in tow, and all of a sudden, you have eyes on your new teammate.

It’s strange, your first impression of Loki. Second, technically, but you’re not counting the Battle of New York. That was different, you were trying to kill each other. Now you’re supposed to count on him to save your life.

Tony shoots a quick glance your way, cocking one brow as if to ask, getting anything? The honest answer is no, not yet. Asgardians are always hard to read, you figured that out when you first met Thor. Everything about them is different, even down to how they feel certain emotions. Loki is no exception. At first, you think he feels nothing at all. Then, you realize he’s just very good at hiding it. His back is perfectly straight, spine stiff and unfeeling.

That is, until you look a little deeper and you start to see the threads of colors playing around his clothes, his hands, his blank stare. They’re green in color, green and gold like the stitching on his apparel. They’re not happy emotions, these, they’re–

They’re fear. Loki is afraid. Not that anyone here will kill him, not that sort of fear. He is certain that all of you will reject him, that this great god will have to watch humans laugh at him and just deal with it anyway.

You can understand feeling like that. When you were first recruited to the Avengers, you almost thought it was a joke. Surely an empath wouldn’t be useful in the heat of the battle. They had to convince you of that later, once you could start changing people’s emotions instead of just reading them. Still, you know what it’s like to doubt yourself, even when you’re sure that you are worth more than anyone can imagine.

So, you step forward first, and greet him with a smile. “I’m Y/N,” you say, “it’s good to see you.”

Loki arches a brow, and you don’t have to read minds to know that he’s thinking is it? as strongly as he can. This confusion only grows when you hold out a hand to him. For a moment, you think he’s going to reject you, but your smile stays insistent. He doesn’t have to like you at all, but goddamnit, you’re going to like him. He can deal with that on his own terms.

He must be able to pick up on this sort of stubbornness, and for some reason this is what wins him over at last. Loki extends his hand to shake yours, and just like that, the ice is broken. It’s as if a collectively held breath is released across the room.

That isn’t to say that the rest of the Avengers take to him so readily, nor that Loki is as willing to accept them as you. He tends to stick to himself, avoiding crowds unless he can’t avoid it. He begrudgingly tells you it’s because being around that many people either reminds him of Asgard or the battle or both.

He tells you a lot, actually. It doesn’t all happen at first. He may have shaken your hand, but he seems dead set on despising you. However, you’d made up your mind to win him over at that point, and you weren’t going to rest until you met your goal. It took a lot of slow, deliberate effort, but before long the conversations weren’t so one-sided and you swore he actually smiled when you entered the room.

Also, he stopped hiding his emotions as much. The first time you saw a hesitant wave of goldenrod brush across his shoulders, you thought you were hallucinating. It was there the next time you saw him, though, and the next, and the next, deepening to sunset orange and staying there. Happiness. He liked being near you.

Once trust was built, real friendship could follow suit. Turns out Loki was just as reluctant to join the Avengers as your lot was to welcome him in, but when Director Fury makes a decision, pretty much everyone has to follow suit. Thor had warned him against causing more trouble, so Loki was here to stay. He used to think that was a bad thing, but judging by the way his tone has softened as of late, he might not be so sure of that anymore.

Loki starts to tell you more, once he stops thinking of you as an outsider. He tells you about Thanos, about how he had twisted Loki’s mind so that he could only attack the city. You had suspected something was wrong with Loki during the Battle of New York– his eyes glowed a strange color, the emotions flickering around his chest were almost alien, so unusual even for a god– but hearing it is the confirmation you needed to be sure. Loki had not attacked you in his own mind. He had not tried to kill you, that was someone else forcing his hand.

That last part was especially crucial. The night he finally told you about Thanos’ control, Loki had not been able to leave until he was certain that you understood that it had not been him leading the attack on the Avengers and your home. At last, you convince him that it is alright, and only then can he rest easy.

The rest of the Avengers aren’t able to share in this peace, however. They don’t want to give Loki a chance, which, seeing as they’re not able to actually see his emotions, you can sort of understand, but at this point it’s growing tiresome. It’s been months now since Loki joined the team, and he has not lied to or betrayed or attempted to murder anyone. You want to yell at them to grow up, but you don’t feel like picking someone else’s fights.

Instead, you’d rather spend your time pondering another puzzle. Loki’s moods have shifted again towards you, but this time you cannot understand them at all. Something’s changed about the way he looks at you, how he speaks, and you have no clue what any of it means.

When you have trouble, though, there’s only one surefire solution:  you need to talk to Natasha Romanoff. Nat’s been your best friend since you joined the Avengers, actually. She gets you. You get her. It’s a good time all around.

So, Natasha doesn’t look too surprised when you all but throw yourself into one of the chairs in her favorite space in the complex one sunny morning. The only question on her mind isn’t to ask what’s up with you but what Loki’s done now.

You grimace. “I don’t know, that’s the worst part. He’s acting weirdly.”

“Isn’t that normal for Loki?” Nat questions. “I mean, he is a disgruntled younger brother/frost giant/Norse god. I feel like weird for him is kind of expected.”

“No,” you argue, “This is different. Something’s changed.”

Natasha furrows her brow. “And you haven’t been able to pick up on anything?”

“Well,” you hesitate, “maybe there’s something. I have no idea what it is, though. It’s happy, I think, but it’s sad at times, too, and flickery, like even he can’t explain it. I don’t know how to describe it in the slightest.”

She nods decisively. “It’s love.”

You blink in surprise. “What? No, I just said I had no idea what this is. There’s no way you would be able to guess it so quickly.”

Nat shrugs. “Actually, your vague description was exactly why I know what this is. Only love makes no sense like that. Love makes you happy, but it breaks your heart, right? It confuses the hell out of you because that’s what it’s supposed to do. There’s nothing else that could make anyone feel like a mess of emotion but love.”

You sigh. “That still leaves the fact that it’s Loki, though. You actually think he’s in love with me? I’m a human. I mean, inhuman, technically, but same difference to him. Why would a literal Asgardian god ever look at me like that?”

Natasha’s gaze is knowing, but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “I don’t know why he wouldn’t. You won him over faster than anyone was expecting. I think the biggest question isn’t what he’s feeling, but what you are.”

You brush her concern aside. “Well, of course I know how I feel. I’ve had this much time figuring out how other people’s emotions work, it’s like a user manual for what certain things feel like in your own head. I just can’t believe that he truly feels the same. Maybe he’s trying to trick me by pretending to feel a certain way, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Nat scoffs. “I thought you were the president of the ‘Stop Loki Hate’ fan club. What’s gotten you doubting him again?”

You shoot her a look. “I’m not doubting him, just myself. Also, there’s no such fan club. Fury banned us from attending Avengers-based clubs, remember?”

She nods mournfully. “All it took was one bad experience. Look, all of us showing up to the ‘Personally Victimized by Nick Fury’ meeting was funny. He was just being a bad sport.”

You smile fondly. “I remember. I’ve never seen that much red in my life. He was totally outraged.”

“Oh, I know. You didn’t need empathy powers to tell that much. At least we abstained from putting on the fake eye patches.” Nat muses.

You bite back a laugh. “Yeah, that might have been overkill. Anyway, back to the point. Are we sure about this?”

“We’re sure,” Natasha assures you, “I’m sure you’ll get in your own head about it later, though.”

“You can count on it,” you grin, and say your goodbyes.

Natasha is right as usual, as it turns out. Both about your feelings and the fact that you would second guess yourself. You were going to say something to Loki, but you talked yourself out of it later that night. It just feels wrong, that’s all. There’s no way a literal prince of the gods would fall in love when you’re just, well, you.

You do your best to push it out of your head, Nat’s knowing glances be damned. Life is too busy to contemplate men who won’t speak their minds. It feels like a new crisis hits New York every week. Speaking of which, you’ve actually got complaints about that. Namely, the fact that you haven’t been on a mission in quite some time despite your status as an Avenger.

You get frustrated once a couple of months have gone by without you seeing a fight. You pull Steve aside when you hear about something going wrong again. “I saw Fury’s memo about needing an extraction team for a situation over in Spain. Can I sign up?”

Steve shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but we’ve already got enough guys on that team.”

You frown at him. “You can never have too many guys on an extraction team. It’s, like, Avengers lore that stuff always goes wrong on those. I can at least tag along as backup just in case. I’ll grab my gear and be off in like five minutes.”

Steve doesn’t seem willing to back down, though. “Look, I’m glad you’re passionate about the team, but we’re good, honestly. If you’re getting bored, just join the next mission, I’m sure one will come up sooner than later.”

You sigh. “That’s what everyone said last mission, and the one before that, too. I haven’t been out of the complex on official business in three months. I’m an Avenger, Steve, let me act like one.”

Steve puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Y/N, I meant what I said about being glad you want to help, but this is serious. I’m a supersoldier, that’s why I’m out there all the time. Nat’s been trained for this sort of stuff since she was a kid. It makes sense to send us, right? You know we value your gifts, but we can’t risk hurting you.”

Your stomach twists. “You mean, I’m really best when I’m looking at people’s heads, not actually in a fight.”

Steve doesn’t seem to realize he’s upset you, and he nods emphatically. “Exactly! You’ve got a great skill set, just not for right now. I bet we’ll find something soon, though.”

You flash him a thumbs up, already walking back down the hallway so he can’t see the way your face twists. “Can’t wait.”

You let your composure drop the second you’re around the corner. Is this really how they feel? You were useful in the Battle of New York, you know that, and the other agents say you’ve been improving with your abilities by leaps and bounds. You’re handy with a gun or knife, too, so you know you could survive a fight and be of use. You’ve done it before, why are they so keen on stopping you now?

It makes you feel, well, useless. It’s hard to stop the tears from pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly change course to head for your private quarters. You don’t want anyone to see you like this.

Of all the fantastic timing, though, the one person you want to run into least of all right now steps into the hallway just as you think that. Loki nods at you as usual, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head dismissively, trying to physically will yourself to look normal. “Nothing! I’m great. Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, though, and reaches out a careful hand towards you. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like everything is good.”

You let out a watery laugh, and that does it. “No, actually, things are terrible. Everyone on the team sees me as a joke.”

Loki frowns, clearly taken aback. “Well, that’s not true at all. I don’t see you as a joke in the slightest.”

“Everyone else, then,” you amend with a messy wave of your hand, “I’ve been trying to convince them to let me on a mission for months and they won’t do it. I know my gifts are damn near useless, but I just want to help.”

“That’s not true,” Loki repeats, “They’re a lot of good, actually, and you know that. You’re the best interrogator they have, even compared to Romanoff. You see through everyone’s lies in a heartbeat, even mine, and I’ve had plenty more time to practice them than most. You can sense a trap or ambush in half a second. They’re fools for not wanting you out there with them.”

You smile weakly at him. “You don’t have to say all of that. Thanks, though.”

“Of course I do,” Loki says blankly, “it’s true, and I need to.”

“Why?” You ask curiously.

Loki swallows hard, looks away, and then you see it again– that faint mist of pink, right over his heart. It’s just like Nat said, isn’t it? Just like that.

He forces his gaze back to you, and you’re shocked by the certainty in his eyes after all this time of ducking around your feelings. “It’s true because I love you, and I would not be able to stand it if you let the rest of them talk you into thinking otherwise. They’re toy soldiers, the lot of them, all the same. They couldn’t see real worth if it was standing right in front of them.”

You smile, and for once it’s not cracked or teary or anything, it’s real, as real as the pink ribbons tying the two of you together. “I love you too,” you say.

“Of course you do,” he replies, but he’s smiling too, and you think– no, you know– that everything is going to be alright.

marvel tag list: @mayfieldss, @rogueanschel, @mycosmicparadise, @ellobruv, @callsign-scully, @with-inked-solace, @sher-lokid7, @amortensie, @23victoria, @watchreadfangirlrepeat, @gods-fools-heroes, @w1shes43, @deafsuperhero, @fadedver

[will80sbyers]

What are your favorite sapphic ships and shows? Can be canon or not, whether you elaborate or not that's up to you too. Thanks. 💗

Oh I love so many I can't even remember them all but

Korrasami is n1 always, nothing better than them I go insane for them ok

then, NOT in order of preference:

Catradora

Clexa :(

KittYuri

Rhaenicent my beloveds, my doomed yuri

CaitVi

Rovickie, Elmax

Cazzie from Atypical

Dorlene (but they are not from a show it's mostly fanfictions lol) + Pandalily and MaryLily are all so good also Luna X Ginny is fire too

Darcy X Tara

Hen X Karen in 911 (have to continue that show)

Sydney X Dina in I am not okay with this (cancelled yay)

Emisue ( have to continue the show too)

Maze X Eve from Lucifer ❤️❤️❤️❤️

SwanQueen and Aurora X Mulan (THEY SHOULD HAVE BOTH HAPPENED 😭💔)

Mac X KJ from Paper girls!!! (Cancelled yayyy)

Kit X Jade from willow (cancelled again 🥰)

Kara X Lena in Supergirl but they don't get together

omg also The Wilds was so good and I ship multiple couples there lol it's all women in s1

Motherland: Fort Salem is another good show with Sapphics but it's not the main focus of the show

Little Fires Everywhere has sapphic women and it's a MASTERPIECE

Elena and Syd were cute from One day at a time

I like Avatrice and I'm sure I will get obsessed with them too but I haven't finished the show Warrior nun yet and they didn't get together yet at the point I was, I need to continue so much stuff!!!!

I also started The haunting of bly manor for that wlw ship but I stopped because horror makes me anxious 😭

I also want to watch Killing Eve but I know what happened in the finale so idk if I actually want to....

I loved "Dare me" but they cancelled it

Black lightning but I have to finish that show too, they have a lesbian superhero!

Legends of tomorrow with Sara Lance my bi baddie

Then The fosters is lovely 🫶

These aren't focused on it being sapphic though but there are Sapphics in it

Mmmmh and I'm sure there are many more but I honestly do not remember now, I'm forgetting some couples that I love like crazy for sure but if I don't rewatch or don't think about it often because it's probably from old TV shows I don't think about much 💀

I also have like 139472927199283739182 other sapphic ships from books and movies and webcomics and anime etc but I have to think about it because the list is very long lmao

Edit: adding Yasammy from jwcc!

[adrianvokov]

bluelance headers, zodiac academy series.

like or rt if u save

[satansangeis]

suddenly my name is dariusacruxlanceorion

Tory & Darcy Vega ♊️💕

[lilvcalloway]

Shadow Princess (2020)

[puppetmaster13u]

I've been asked to share more lol.

@internet-m0m @fandomwandererer (Apologies if I misspelled and @ the wrong people)

SO. The full colony list. Is uh, pretty long (still working on things because people keep helping me find more obscure batfam members (which please continue doing I love that shit)) I'll probably reblog with the colony x list(s) if yall are also interested in that lol. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alfred Pennyworth: Agent A

Kate Kane: Batwoman

Bruce Wayne: Batman

Barbara Gordon: Batgirl / Oracle

Dick Grayson-Wayne: Robin / Nightwing

Cassandra Cain-Wayne: Batgril / Black Bat

Jason Todd-Wayne: Robin / Redhood 

Stephanie Brown-Drake-Wayne: Robin / Spoiler

Tim Drake-Wayne: Robin / Red Raptor (or Seeker)

Duke Thomas-Wayne: Signal 

Damian Head-Wayne: Robin 

Jarrod “Jarro” Starr-Wayne: Sparrow 

In most cases these are the usual Batfam members, now we get to the additions for Colony+ lol:

Thomas Wayne: Camazotz *Flashpoint Thomas who fell through 

Thomas Wayne Jr: Owlman *Crime Syndicate ish timeline where Bruce & Martha died

Minkhoa Khan: Ghostmaker

Selina Kyle: Catwoman

Mimon “Mim” Wayne: Batzarro “Zarro”

Harleen "Harley Quinzel: Harley Quinn

Pamela Isley: Poison Ivy

Dick “Rex” Grayson: Shrike *Vampire Dick Grayson altered to fit whatever the AU is

Damian “Dami” Wayne: Strix *A Damian half-raised by Dick who is sometimes also a vampire

Jayson “Jace” Todd: Talon I *The semi-adopted son of Owlman who nearly died at the hands of the Jokester

Richard “Ricky” Grayson: Talon II *The second son of Owlman after the death of the Graysons 

Jean-Paul Valley: Azrael *Got yoinked from the Dumas cult by the batfam a few years earlier than when he left in canon usually

Bruce “Bruno” Wayne: ??? *Battinson Bruce from a timeline where the explosion killed his Alfred 

Harper Row: Bluebird

Carrie Kelley: Robin

Troy Walker: Beacon / Kinglet 

Andre Cipriani: Glimmer / Grackle

Daxton Chill: Balefire / Wren

Riko Sheridan: Pharos / Thrush

Isabella “Izzy” Ortiz: Ouzel

Darcy Thomas: 12 yrs old | Weaver *Part of Duke’s classmates who usually acts as the daytime shift's girl-in-the-chair

Helena Kyle-Wayne: Huntress *The daughter of Selina & Bruce from another timeline usually

Cullen Row: Nightjar

Athanasia Head-Wayne: Robin *Damian's sister / twin in some timelines

Hequiq “Heretic” Head-Wayne: Robin *One of many clones, let them keep their clone siblings

Tallant Head-Wayne: Robin

Daee Head-Wayne: Robin

Dilhan Head-Wayne: Robin

Dyab Head-Wayne: Robin

Dana Head-Wayne: Robin

Colin Wilkes: Osprey *Canon name is Abuse, the kid who Scarecrow experimented on & can hulk out

Terry Mcginnis-Wayne: Batknight

Lucas Fox: Batwing

Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi: Robin or Itsumade

Nell Little: Hawkmoth

Matt McGinnis-Wayne: Cardinal 

Tiffany Fox: Batgirl

Hudde Grayson-Wayne:  Hush *A cadmus clone of Dick who tried to kill Batman (in these timelines they managed to restrain & help him with the whole brainwashing)

Bruce Wayne Jr: Kiwi

Alina Shelley-Wayne: Dove

Kiki Wayne:  1 yr old | Sunbird *A child conjured into being by the 5th dimensional imp Batmite in the animated series

Lance Bruner: ?? *Son of one of the original Thomas’ Dr friends whom became Bruce’s ward after his father’s murder

Mary Elizabeth Kane: Hawkfire

Sasha: Scarlett 

“Sage” Wilson-Head: Respawn *In some cases they stole him, in some cases Talia kind of dropped him off- or sometimes Slades' other kids do so

Bao Pham: Clownhunter

Rory Regan: Ragman *Yall need to check him out, genuinely

Charlie Gage-Radcliffe: Misfit

*In AUs where they're in the family Shazamily usuallystill live in Fawcett, but Bruce paid for a proper home for them alongside setting up several Zeta-Tubes for them to use whenever they need to get to other places, including Gotham & Bludhaven

Mary Batson: 12 yrs old | Ms Marvel / Condor

Billy Batson: 10 yrs old | Cap. Marvel / Chaffinch

Freddy Freeman: 10 yrs old | Blue / Jay

Pedro Pascal: 10 yrs old | Jade / Pipit

Eugene Choi: 10 yrs old | Silver / Falcon

Darla Dudley: 6 yrs old | Violet / Starling 

(If you think the bats wouldn't give them codenames to talk about their usual child selves I'm sorry to tell you you're wrong. They would all have codenames to safely talk about each other without revealing identities.) (Yes this also includes the batkids who are too young or have no interest in vigilante work like Alina or Kiki or whoever else in the timeline the AU(s) take place in lol)

*ALSO sometimes included are Talons (Some might be familiar from some of my prompts) though that depends on the AU and timeline and if I'm including Court of the Owls stuff or not lol. (Most are they/them until they figure out their own identities because no one wants to just call them it.)

River Talon: 25 yrs old?

Stone “Coal” Talon: 19 yrs old?

Blade Talon: 23 yrs old?

Buddy Talon: 15 yrs old?

Sky Talon: 20 yrs old?

Wolf Talon: 18 yrs old?

Onyx Talon: 21 yrs old?

Data Talon: 27 yrs old?

*They got their nicknames/chose names based off of things they like. And yes there's question marks on their ages because no one really knows, what with the whole forced hibernation undead thing

Tell me about the Colony+ AU

So colony+ is technically a series of AUs for my existing AUs. And the other name for it is pretty self explanatory: Full Colony.

It's a, what if *insert AU* but it was all the batfam from every series included.

So for an example I'm going to put forth my main Cryptid Batfam AU. In it the bats included are Bruce, Alfred, Kate, Barbara, Dick, Cass, Jason, Stephanie, Tim, Duke, Damian & Jarro. 12 people.

In a full colony AU, it'd be at least 60, with Bruce having almost 40 kids alone without including things like unnamed clones. There's also the ColonyX AUs of the Colony+ which is the same, just also includes crossovers like Danny Phantom, Marvel, or whatever else.

Does that make sense?