#heheheh x loki time?

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(editing old fanfic) I made it to my valkyrie Y/N fic from a few years ago and I realized yeah I still wanna do another valkryie yn bc the version i posted was Very different from the original idea

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You Are Not One of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 7

Full Request Part

Part 6 << PART7 >> Part 8

AN: I am so so sorry that this took me so long! I’m ngl, I lost a bit of inspiration for this for a while but I kinda forced myself to sit down and write it and it felt really good to finish something I felt I had given up on! I tried to make it a big one to make up for all the time I was gone! 

I also went back and read all the Anon messages I got from so many people and they really helped me, so thank you to absolutely everyone and all the anons who contributed ideas. I def included some in this part (and the coming parts) so if you spot it, I hope you enjoy it! 

Also, for the timing of his birthday versus when he started at Yancy Academy, IDK guys, I made it up. I don’t actually know about when he started versus when his birthday was so just… let it go ig. 

ALSO, I copied the dialogue for the diner scene almost verbatim from the show so I can’t take credit for writing that, but the descriptions attached to the dialogue are still mine. 

PS. I got a new divider that I love heheheh 

Also, I really hope y’all notice the significance of each of his birthday presents because I worked so unnecessarily hard on those. 

Summary: In one place, Percy grows up with his Aunt Sally, dealing with the struggles of being a demigod child. In another, you try to pretend you haven’t just given up your son and a life you have always wanted. Neither world is going as one would hope. 

Word count: 7.3k

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they are both thousands of years old), personal insecurity, insecurity about one’s parenting, absentee parents technically, light angst, Percy believing there is something wrong with him, negative view of one’s own ADHD and dyslexia, any warnings associated with Percy’s adventures, (please let me know if I missed any) 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not claim to own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so. 

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

When you returned to Valhalla, you tried to put on a brave face. Your return was denoted by a grand feast, and the Aesir were simply so happy to see you return no one questioned the way you occasionally turned away to brush off stray tears or gazed at Yggdrasil as if you wanted to see into one of the worlds nestled in its branches. But aside from all of that, you were rather good at pretending to be happy. You drank a few sips of ale for every mug Thor drained, you danced half the night with Baldur, and you sat cosied up with Loki, ready to listen to whatever story of his latest shenanigans he wished to bestow on you. Everyone was happy. Things were as they were meant to be. 

As the sun began to creep toward the horizon and the Aesir made their way out of the grand hall, you found yourself walking with Odin back to your old quarters in Valhalla. When he first came up to you as you stood from the feast table, he had wrapped you up in his arms, whispering how he was happy at your return. Even now, he occasionally turns to look at you with his remaining eye and smiles gently. The walk was peaceful, quiet, a stillness in the air at that hour just before dawn. 

“Do you know what I gave up my eye for?” He asked out of the blue. You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head and looking at him almost incredulously. 

“Of course, all the gods know, you sacrificed your eye for all the knowledge of the world.” 

“Hm,” he nodded. Then he stopped in the hallway and turned to fully face you. You clasped your hands in front of you, heart suddenly beating just a little faster. “Did you know that this also means I know about Perseus?” 

You could suddenly hear the blood rushing in your ears. You could see Odin in front of you, but you also couldn’t. Your hands were sweaty and your dress was suddenly tight around your ribs. You looked up at him, shallow breaths blowing from your lips. But then Odin smiled, a small sad smile that somehow broke your heart just that little bit more. 

“I am the only one that knows, and it should be kept that way.” He reached out and caressed your cheek, and you closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek that he wiped away. “If it were different, I would have cherished meeting him.” Then he pulled away and walked back in the direction of the feasting hall. You listened to his footsteps fade away, before entering the room you had left behind for millenia. 

Every year, without fail, it rained on Percy’s birthday. When he first noticed, he thought it meant something special. That there was something magical out there, wishing him well. Whatever higher power was out there, they knew he loved to swim, to be in the water, and they sent the rain just for him. As he grew, he began simply chalking it up to weather patterns. August was just the time of year when rain happened upon the city. It wasn’t anything special, this was simply the one part of his life where he was lucky. 

Sally knew it was a blessing. She knew it was his father, celebrating the day in the best way he knew how, sending a message to Percy in the only way he could. She always took Percy outside, regardless of if the rain became a storm. She knew Percy would be safe in the rain. They made it a habit to go onto the fire-escape when the rain was at its worst, and they would spin around and dance and laugh. 

In all the time Sally had spent raising Percy, through all the challenges and the struggles, she never failed to notice how alike to his mother he was. Percy, seemingly since he was born, was obsessed with the colour blue. He only wanted to eat blue food, only wanted to wear blue clothes (it took a lot of convincing to introduce other colours to his wardrobe) and all the toys he chose were blue. He had an immense sweet tooth, and every time she watched him bite into a blue chocolate chip cookie, she fondly remembered the afternoon she had sat with his mother and watched the ravenous pregnant woman devour an entire tray of those same cookies. He smiled brightly and constantly, always happy and mischievous, just like his mother. But he was also trapped like his mother. He also cried like his mother. And most of all, both good and bad, he loved just as sincerely, as fiercely as his mother. 

Every year on Percy’s birthday, this fierce love was demonstrated. A surprise present would arrive, wrapped in shiny blue wrapping paper with only ‘To Percy Jackson’ written on it in loopy, elegant handwriting. Each year the box contained something different, something odd but somehow heartwarming and special. Sometimes he didn’t know why in the world someone would send him these things, but they felt important, and he kept them lined up on the chest of drawers opposite his bed, and counted them each night before he went to bed. At least when he was still living at home. He even had presents from years he didn’t remember, going all the way from his first birthday to his latest. 

On his first birthday, he had apparently received a spool of golden thread. For the life of him he couldn’t understand why someone would give a one year old thread. It’s a choking hazard! What were they thinking?! But it was beautiful and shiny, and sometimes he thought it might just be real gold, but he didn’t want to find out if it was. It somehow felt… more than just something for money. He used it only for the most important things, but however much he seemed to unravel, the thread never seemed to end. 

On his second birthday, the package was smaller. Sally sat him up and unwrapped it in front of him to reveal a little toy throne. It was small, about the size of an adult hand, and made of hard resin. It was so intricate, coloured like the ocean, even white and frothy in some places, and looked as if it was made with the whorls of the ocean. It had been his favourite little toy for a long time. 

His third birthday present was simply a feather. It was beautiful, and no matter how much he crushed the fibres or threw it around, it never lost its perfect shape. It came with a flat metal stand that had a little foam rectangle in the centre so he could stick the tip of the feather into it and leave it as a decoration. The metal stand was simply labelled ‘Pegasus’ and three year old Percy staunchly believed it was a feather from the wing of a Pegasus. Even at the ripe old age of thirteen he sometimes still liked to hope it was a feather from Pegasus, simply so he could believe that magic existed. 

For his fourth birthday, he received a framed painting. Even at four years old he thought it was weird, and he still believed it was an absolutely insane present to get a four year old. A painting? Seriously? It was beautiful though, and he appreciated it a lot more once he was older than he did at the time. He didn’t know where it was supposed to show, there was no date and no artist’s signature. The edges showed that the viewer was looking through the mouth of a cave onto some type of secret hidden lake. Trees surrounded the lake, and it had the most beautiful clear water. The artist had even depicted the rocks at the bottom, and sometimes, in the quietest and stillest moments of the day, if he looked really hard at the painting, he could almost see the water lapping at the shore. He could almost hear the gentle chirp of birds and the soft rustle of leaves. The entire painting always made him feel so odd, as if he could feel someone’s else's memories, someone else’s feelings. Someone had been happy there once, but now they only looked at it with sadness, as if a wonderful day by the lake had been ruined by a fight in the car on the way home. 

His fifth birthday present was just as odd as the rest of them. He still didn’t quite understand why someone had gifted him five oysters with pearls inside of them. He didn’t believe the pearls were real (that was the only reason he hadn’t pawned or sold them off so he could get some extra money for his Aunt Sally) simply because he had never seen an oyster like that. No one had, not even google. He thought they were pretty though, and kept them lined up on the back of his nightstand rather than on the chest of drawers. 

His favourite birthday present, from all those he had ever received, came on his sixth birthday. It was a conch shell, bigger than both the palms of his hands put together, with a dark blue colour that slowly faded to white as it twisted in on itself. Normally when he held it up to his ear, he could hear the sea, but unlike any other conch he had ever listened to. He could hear waves crashing, he could hear the ruffling and snuffling sort of sound they made as they frothed onto the shore. He could hear the swoosh as the waves pulled back. He could even hear the distant sort of gurgling a person hears when they’re underwater in the ocean, the sound of water moving about you. But then, at the darkest parts of the night, when he couldn’t sleep for whatever reason and pressed the shell to his ear, he could hear a gentle voice whispering ‘I love you’. It was soft, but calming and loving, the kind of ‘I love you’ a father whispers to his son just as he puts him to bed. He had never heard the voice before, but secretly he always wished it was somehow the voice of his own father. He tried not to think about that as much anymore. His father simply wasn’t here. 

A little zombie looking figurine arrived for his seventh birthday. This one felt a little more kid-appropriate, and he had loved playing with it when he was still into action figures. For a while he hadn’t known what character it was supposed to be, because while it looked like a zombie, it didn’t really look like the zombie figurines he had seen some of the other kids play with. The little circle that connected the two feet of the figurine was engraved with the word ‘Draugr’ and Aunt Sally had had to google that for him. The stories had scared him so much that for a while he had hidden the figure in the back of his toybox. 

By the time his eighth birthday had rolled around, he had begun to grow an interest in Greek mythology and the stories of Greek heroes. When he received a little storybook on Perseus and his adventures, he had asked Sally if she was the one sending him the secret presents. It had to be his Aunt Sally. She knew he liked Greek mythology, she had been the one to tell him that he was named after Perseus. Sure, the earlier gifts had been really weird, but maybe she had just become a better gift-giver over time? But Aunt Sally denied it, and when they opened the book, a little picture had been put in as a bookmark. It depicted a cabin high up on the cliffs of the fjords, small but homely looking, and it was simply marked with the word Norway in the bottom corner in that same loopy handwriting. Sally had simply replied “see, it can’t be from me because I’ve never even been to Norway. Plus, kid, have you ever seen me write that neatly?” He had sat there and read the entire book, pushing through even though the letters bounced around and sometimes he had to look completely away to be able to try and focus again. He kept the picture in the book and the book on his nightstand as well. Though he had read it countless times, thumbed each page a million times, the book still looked good as new. 

On his ninth birthday he got… a jar of sand. He was pretty disappointed at first, staring at it for a whole minute after he had taken it out of the wrapping. But then he saw that a little label had been pasted onto the top of the metal lid of the jar that simply said ‘Montauk’ and he realised it must be from the beach in front of the cabins they went to every year. It was seemingly sentimental, and it had made Aunt Sally smile all sad and happy and teary that he had told her to keep it in her room, so it would stay safe. 

On his tenth birthday, he only received an envelope. It was made of the same shimmery blue paper as the wrapping of all the other gifts he had ever received, and it had the same loopy handwriting, but it had been pushed under the door. Aunt Sally usually got her letters from the box downstairs, he had thought it was weird, but she had told him not to worry, that this must be special because it was his birthday. The only thing in the envelope was a picture. It was square, and about the size of a polaroid, but glossy like it had been taken by a digital camera and printed at some fancy shop. He couldn’t quite tell what it was at first. It looked like it was taken underwater, he could see little flecks of seaweed floating and sand that had been kicked up by the waves and little bubbles here and there. He could see the sandy floor as well, the way some of it was mid-movement with the waves. ‘Midnight on Montauk - where the water meets the sand’ was written on the back, and he thought it was weird that he had gotten two gifts from Montauk now. Nevertheless, he pinned the picture to the corkboard above his chest of drawers. 

On his eleventh birthday he got a gold coin. He was so excited at first. This was the first time he had ever gotten money as a present, let alone a frickin’ gold coin! He had even promised Aunt Sally he would take her out for ice cream with the money from the coin. But then he had looked at it again and realised that it was stamped with a trident on both sides. He had suddenly deflated, thinking it was some kind of gimmick coin they sold at souvenir shops (this gift-giver seemed to be way too sentimental) but Aunt Sally had quickly pressed it into his palm and told him to keep it very very safe. He kept it on him at all times now. At least some of his jeans had that little seemingly useless pocket, making it easy for him to carry it around. 

His last birthday, the one right before everything went wrong for the millionth time and got him sent to Yancy Academy, had brought a flat box filled with shredded paper. Nestled inside it was a framed weather report from the day he had been born. At the top was the cut out of a headline ‘Largest Storm to Ever Hit Montauk and all of New York’. Below it, there were a bunch of different images, from graphs about the intensity of the rainfall to satellite images of the eye of the storm and the area it covered. He thought it was kind of funny, and he put it up proudly on the chest of drawers. That day was the first time in a long time he had thought the rain on his birthday really meant something again. Maybe it wasn’t something special for him, maybe it was just the weather remembering the storm it had put on that day, and sending some rain in its memory. But it meant something. 

Grover heard whispers in his dreams. He never quite remembered what they were, never quite remembered what they said, but he knew that something whispered to him in his sleep. A woman, a soft, lilting voice that sounded just out of reach, was all that he had gleaned thus far. He didn’t know if the forces were good or bad, where the voice came from, but whenever he awoke there was a small niggling feeling inside him that he should be doing something. Deep in the pit of his stomach he felt like he had to be outside Camp Half-Blood, had to be chasing something or maybe finding something. It was an itch that no other satyr duty seemed to satiate. No amount of berries collected, animal cages cleaned, campfires attended made him forget the voice, forget the desire to follow its orders, whatever they may be. 

When he got his next mission to escort a demigod back to the camp, everything seemed to click into place inside him. When he was told that he would be responsible for bringing Percy Jackson safely back to the camp, it was like the gods themselves had come in and soothed whatever had been writhing inside him. This was what he had been waiting for. This was what the whispers had commanded for him. And somehow, he knew that this was the most important journey in his entire life… 

Three days before Percy’s twelfth birthday, a blue butterfly landed on his hand as he sat outside his latest school. It was the end of his first official week at Yancy Academy, and the school was rather… daunting. All the kids looked at him like he was dirt beneath their shoes and nothing seemed to be clicking with him. He was trying his best. When the kids whispered about him, he ignored it. When they started messing with his things, he just asked his teachers for new notebooks and moved on. Whatever they did, he chose to try peace and quiet. He didn’t want to make life even more difficult for his Aunt Sally, she was already doing everything she could to make sure he had a decent school to go to; this was their last chance and he wasn’t going to be the one that screwed it up. 

He sighed and rested his elbows on his crossed legs, staring out at the yard. If nothing else, at least Yancy had a nice garden to look at. He hadn’t noticed the fluttering little creature until it was directly in his line of sight. It took a few turns around in front of his face before landing directly on the tip of his nose. The little legs were slightly ticklish and he breathed out of his mouth to resist the urge to sneeze. 

It was beautiful. It almost glowed in the light, like a haze was surrounding its edges, and he reached up to gently touch the tip of its wing. It shattered right in front of his eyes, like a glass breaking against the floor. The little pieces floated all around and landed on his clothes, sticking to his jeans. He stared at his lap, wide eyed. What the- He closed his eyes and took three deep breaths in, a technique one of the many councillors had taught him to try and re-centre himself in the world. When he opened his eyes again, the pieces were still there, like glitter all over his clothes, but they were beginning to fade. 

Percy stared at his clothes, at the fading pieces of a butterfly that had somehow flown directly to him then shattered like glass, and stood up with a determination to forget this ever happened. He shook his head, as if to shake his brain into action. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. No one would believe him anyway. This was just another pegasus in the window. He wouldn’t speak of it until the next time he was at home. Aunt Sally could calm him down, Aunt Sally would make him feel better and they would solve this. There was just something fundamentally wrong with him, they needed to fix it soon. With a clench of his fist, he walked back inside, only to bump directly into someone who quickly introduced themselves as Grover Underwood….

“And then Grover beat me, Aunt Sally!” Percy told her excitedly as they sat at the dining table ravenously devouring stacks of blue pancakes. Sally smiled down at the boy, reaching forward and ruffling his curly hair as he shoved another forkful into his mouth. 

“Grover sounds awesome, I’m glad you guys found each other,” she told him happily, pretending like the satyr hadn’t already introduced himself as Percy’s guardian. “If you want, you can invite him up here today, we can have a little birthday party.” 

“Nah, todays about you and me Aunt Sally,” he smiled brightly up at her, syrup painting the corners of his mouth, and she stood up to press a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Alright then mister, have I got plans for you this weekend! I was gonna get us passes for the waterpark today but I knew it was gonna rain so it’s been postponed for tomorrow. Today will start with a swim at the indoor pool in a country club in Manhattan! Someone I know gave me her pass for the weekend,” Sally giggled, reaching out to high five Percy as he exclaimed ‘no way!’. 

“Is it Denise? I love Denise,” Percy asked excitedly, momentarily forgetting his plate. 

“No, I mentioned to one of my regular customers that it’s your birthday this weekend and that you love to swim so she got us signed up as her guests for the weekend!” Sally explained, smiling triumphantly. 

Though she always tried her hardest, sometimes she felt like Percy missed out on a better life because she didn’t make enough money. But Percy simply jumped up and hugged her tightly, whispering a ‘thank you’ against her ear. 

“Hold on, you haven’t even heard the entire plan!” She exclaimed, laughing as he pulled away and raised his hands as if in surrender. “Ok, so, then we’re gonna go get ice cream, I found this cool place near the country club that has a bunch of blue ice creams and I thought we could get a scoop of each so we have those cones piled with like ten scoops. Then we’ll come back here for a mov-” 

There was a knock at the door. Sally frowned for a second, turning to the door, but there was no other sound and she looked back to Percy as something dawned on her. She smiled gently, a rather wistful look in her eyes all of a sudden, and got up from where she was sitting adjacent to him. 

“That must be your special present.” Percy swallowed his latest too-big mouthful and got up from the table to meet Aunt Sally in the hallway. 

It was cube shaped this time, about the size of both his palms put together, and it had simply been left in front of their door. Sally brought the box inside and they stood by the window to look at it in the dim grey light from outside. It was covered in that same shiny blue wrapping paper as every other year, and his name was written in that same loopy style with a fresh black pen. His face was contorted in confusion and he took it from Sallys hands, ripping through the wrapping paper to the baby blue cardboard box beneath. He opened that too and Sally watched on curiously as he pulled out something wrapped in bubble wrap. Percy pulled the little pieces of tape holding it together and unfolded the sheet of wrapping to find a snowglobe nestled inside. 

The little stand that the orb was perched on was a blue so dark it was almost black, and smooth, without any engraving or description of the scene inside the ball. The globe itself showed a little scene of what looked like a campground, with lots of cabins and a big bonfire in the middle. It even had a little sign pointing in different directions, and had an open-air pavilion near the edge. It was cute, a little fancy, but he had no idea why in the world someone would send this to him. He had never been to camp before, but especially not this camp, whatever it was. He held it up to Sally and frowned at it. 

“I have no idea where this is,” he told her, but she was staring at it so intensely that he paused. Percy raised an eyebrow and pushed it toward her. “You know where this is? Have you been here before?” At first Sally didn’t answer, because yes, she knew where it was, she knew exactly what the snow globe was showing her, and she knew that it was a message. It meant that soon, she would have to say goodbye to Percy, and soon Percy would know everything she had been hiding from him his entire life. 

“It’s a campground, right?” She asked nonchalantly, “it’s cute though, I like it. Keep it on your dresser, I’m sure one day you’ll know more about it.” And she shrugged as if that day wasn’t coming very soon. 

Percy shrugged in return and went to his room to put the snowglobe on the dresser. A beam of sunlight had broken through the clouds and sparkled in the rain right onto his dresser. The water in the painting looked like it was moving again, and a phantom wind ruffled the fibres on the feather. He put the snowglobe between them carefully, directly in the light of the sun, and a little bit of glitter in the globe shined directly onto his eye. He squinted and bent down to look at it again. There, hidden behind one of the cabins because of the way he had been holding it earlier, was a tiny blue butterfly. It was so small it was easy to miss, but it looked exactly like the butterfly that had come to him. Percy felt his heart begin to race. Surely this was a coincidence. He blinked and rubbed his eyes roughly, then looked down at the snowglobe again. It was still there. The butterfly almost looked like it flapped its wings in the sunlight. No, surely not, this was just another sign that he was going crazy, that there was something really wrong with him. 

Percy shoved the snowglobe behind the painting and walked right back out to find Aunt Sally. She was sitting on the sofa waiting for him, smiling when he came over to her, but quickly her lips drooped into a frown at the look on his face. 

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” She asked, pulling him down to sit beside her. 

“Aunt Sally, I seriously think there’s something wrong with me. It’s happening again, it’s exactly like the horse on the rooftop and I-I don’t kno-” 

“Hey. Ok, let’s take a deep breath. Ok, good, one, two, three, four, ok now big release. Alright, good, now, start from the beginning.” She gently cupped his cheek for a moment before folding her hands in her lap and watching his face. 

“I was sitting in the garden at Yancy, I don’t know, I’d had kind of a crummy day, I guess, but then suddenly this butterfly came fluttering to me. Aunt Sally, I have never seen a butterfly like that. It’s like it wasn’t real. It was all shiny and like-like it was glowing? I don’t know, it just didn’t seem like it actually existed. But it came right up to me and landed on my nose. And I thought that was so cool, so I kinda just reached up and touched it. I mean, I didn’t even really touch it, the tip of my finger kinda just brushed it, but then it burst. I don’t even know, it shattered like it was made of glass. And that’s crazy because that’s not possible. Animals don’t shatter like that, nothing real shatters like that and just disappears. It broke into glitter and was all over me! I was trying to brush it off but it-it just wouldn’t come off, and then slowly, it just started to… fade away. Just like that. Ugh, I don’t know Aunt Sally, I seriously think there’s something wrong with me. I mean, it’s not normal to be seeing visions, even I know that.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with you. I believe you,” she added simply, staring at him as if everything he had just said was the most important words to ever have come out of someone’s mouth. 

“What?” Percy tilted his head and looked at her with a frown, as if suddenly she was the crazy one, not him. 

“I believe you. I believe that that happened to you, but we’ll talk about that some other time.” She smiled sadly at him, reaching out to gently brush the hair away from his forehead. Percy scoffed, pulling back from her slightly. 

“What does that even mean? You just said you believed me, we need to talk about it now.” 

“Percy, when the time is right, we’ll talk about it,” Sally sighed, knowing she couldn’t delay this conversation for much longer. She just wanted him to be a kid as long as possible… “But today is your birthday, and we’re supposed to be having fun before you go back to school. So come on,” she clapped her hands and stood up, “there is a bag of blue jelly beans sitting in the kitchen with your name on it!” She sing-songed. 

“But Aunt Sally-” 

“Percy. Some other time.” Her lips were set in a line and her tone left no more room for argument. Sally left him to go to her room to start packing a backpack with stuff they would need for the pool, while Percy made his way to the kitchen and began slowly chewing on blue jelly beans, his mind stuck on the butterfly. 

That night, after a long day of swimming, and a little too much sugar, Sally sat in the middle of little garden they had made on their floor of the fire escape and let the rain douse her. She had already shoved a hungover Gabe into bed and locked the door on him in case he wanted to come back out and make any noise that disturbed Percy, and now, under the rain, she let her thoughts wander to the past thirteen years. 

Life with Percy had been as beautiful and loving as it had been difficult. She had known, from the beginning, that Percy would not be a normal kid. As much as his parents wanted him to be, as much as she wanted it for him, it simply wouldn’t happen. He was too special, the product of two worlds too incomprehensible. 

She remembered all the calls to schools. He couldn’t sit still, he couldn’t learn, he was too ‘disruptive’, too ‘distracted’. Each time it boiled her blood, broke her heart, because he wasn’t even made for this world, but these people had the audacity to reduce this child to what they considered bad things. She remembered all the times he would cry, clinging to her with his little hands wondering why he couldn’t be like the other kids, why he couldn’t focus like other kids or why he couldn’t study like the other kids, why he didn’t have parents like the other kids… 

She remembered the first time she had told little Percy about his dad. How excited he had been to learn that somewhere out there, he did have parents, parents who loved him and wanted to be with him but for some inexplicable reason, couldn’t. She had seen the way he had slowly dismissed that childish hope as he grew up, how he stopped asking about his mom, how he stopped wondering if he looked like his dad. He never asked anymore. 

The day she had used the coin suddenly floated to the front of her mind as she wiped the water from her eyes. She remembered it vividly. It had been a bad day. The baddest of days at that point. Percy was struggling, and she was on edge. There was a storm. It was still the years when she had been scared of storms, when they reminded her of the day Percy was born, the fear in Y/n’s eyes, the pain in Poseidon’s. She had driven them away from yet another school and decided to stop at a diner for lunch. Maybe ice cream would improve Percy’s mood. 

They had eaten in silence, neither of them ready to talk to the other. She had tried to make a few jokes before the food came, hoping to lift Percy’s mood, but he had simply pushed the salt and pepper shakers around the table and mumbled answers to her. After that she had given up on her attempts and sat in silence, staring out of the window and stewing in her own struggles. Maybe this was her breaking point, she thought. Maybe this was the moment when she couldn’t raise Percy anymore. She was struggling, and the last thing she wanted to do was to ruin his life because she couldn’t cope with raising a godly child. What could she do? No one could understand her situation, she couldn’t even talk to anyone about it. Was this the time to send him to camp? Was it the time to let him go, for his sake? Tears had begun to prick at her eyes but she wiped them away as the server had come by. 

They had finished their mains, and she had ordered a sundae for Percy in as excited a voice as she could manage, glad to see a little smile begin to curl at his lips. The server had engaged with him as well, asking him what toppings he wanted and how many ‘extras’ to add before telling the chef he wanted chocolate sauce. She had smiled at the server in thanks before telling Percy to stay put as she got up from the stall and went to the bar to settle the bill. 

At the bar, she asked for a glass of tap water and the bill, and when the bartender had deposited both, she pulled a coin out of her pocket. It was gold, and had tridents embossed on both sides. Even though she’d had it for years now, it hadn’t lost its shine. She brought the cup of water closer to her and flipped the coin over it, watching it twist in the air before falling into the water with a little ‘plonk’. She closed her eyes and whispered two names to herself, over and over and over. A crack of thunder shook through the diner, as if the storm was right overhead. She opened her eyes and stared into the glass of water as the door to the diner opened and someone walked in. The stool beside her was pulled out, and someone settled onto it with a slight creak. The sleeve of their shirt brushed against hers and the smell of salty sea air suddenly seemed to waft around her. She closed her eyes and whispered one of the names again, but nothing changed. Tears pricked at her eyes again, and she stared ahead of her, unable, unwilling, to look at the man that had settled down beside her. 

“This isn’t fair,” she whispered, a tear escaping down her cheek. 

“No, it isn’t,” he replied quietly, his gruff voice comforting and painful at the same time. 

“And I am failing.” She clenched her hands around the cup of water at the uncomfortable truth of it all. More tears slipped out of her eyes now, easier than the first. 

“No, you’re not,” he answered instantly, and still neither of them looked at each other. For all anyone knew, they were strangers sitting beside each other at a bar. Sally closed her eyes and gulped, her eyes fluttering open as breathing became just that little more painful as she tried to keep a handle on herself. 

“I’m going to take him to camp,” she told him, releasing her grip around the glass of water and pushing it forward slightly. 

“Are you sure?” He asked simply, as if it was a casual decision, but she could still hear the gravity in the statement. 

“What choice do I have?” She whispered, “he and I living together in the city…” she paused, taking in a deep breath, “it’s starting to attract attention from your world.” He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips together and stared at the floor behind the bar with an intensity that would make it crack if he truly wanted it to. “A winged horse followed him to school.” She let the statement settle into the air. “It saw him, he saw it. Sooner or later it’s not gonna be just pretty things that are following him,” she breathed out, shaking her head slightly and looking up to the ceiling as the tears pushed from her eyes again. 

It was so painful to sit here, mere steps from Percy, with the father he couldn’t meet. It was so painful, knowing that soon she would have to let him go, to let him fight his own battles. It was so painful knowing that there were forces much bigger than her little self, controlling everything, and making life so difficult for the beautiful little boy sitting just over there. 

“At camp, he will be safe,” she nodded to herself, taking a sharp breath in and staring at the ceiling, trying to convince herself that this was the best idea. 

“You don’t want him at camp,” he answered simply, as if he could look into her mind and see everything that she was thinking, as if he could look directly at her heart and see the immense amount of love she felt for that child. 

“No,” she breathed out painfully, “no, I don’t,” and she almost began crying with the words, clenching her eyes shut and shaking her head. 

“Tell me why,” he stated as he stared down at the wood of the bar but his attention was fully on her. 

“You don’t wanna know why,” she scoffed lightly, shaking her head and looking to the ceiling again. Then she smiled, a rueful, exasperated little smile as he let out a huff of a chuckle. 

“Probably not. But you have no one to say it to, and maybe that’s the most unfair part of it.” He paused, just for a moment, but her heart began to feel a little lighter somehow. “You say it, and I will listen.” They were silent, sitting together and listening to the quiet sounds of the bar, the clinking of spoons and glasses and plates, the rush of water inside the dishwasher. 

“I want him to know who he is, before your worlds try to tell him who they want him to be,” her voice was forceful, verging on spiteful. “He is better than that, he has better things in him than that.” She was full of conviction, this was a truth she knew better than anything else in the world. Poseidon continued staring at the bar as he spoke. 

“Then you have your answer. He’s going to go to school, and he’s going to learn things you can’t teach him there, and it’s going to be hard for the both of you. And it’s going to be torture for the both of you. But he will be stronger for it on the other side. His aunt raised him well.” And her tears flowed again, as if something in her chest released but brought with it a stabbing pain of everything that could not be. 

“Do you wanna talk to him?” She asked through tears, hoping against all hope that he would say yes. “I know you shouldn’t,” she began, trying to convince him somehow. “Maybe just hear his voice,” she whispered, but there was another crack of thunder in the sky, and Poseidon turned away, listening as if he could hear things she could not. 

“One day,” he simply whispered, and when she looked up to finally meet his eyes, to finally look at him again after so many years, no one was sitting there. 

She sat at the bar for another few minutes, staring into the glass of water as if it had all the answers, but not one reason floated up for the absence of the boy’s mother. 

For thirteen years, you watched your son’s life in snippets. It was like a faulty connection on a tv, darkness one moment, then a flash of Percy smiling as he opened the new mystery present that had been left at his door. A moment of beauty and excitement as you watched him uncover pieces of the world that you and his father had created, the world that led to his being. Then darkness once more, a year of knowing nothing about his life no matter how hard you tried, then Percy crying in Sally’s arms, sobbing about his latest struggles at school, and a pain so sharp in your heart that you almost abandoned secrecy to go to him, then darkness again. You didn’t know why it was like this. Why you didn’t get to watch over him as you so hoped before he was born, why even a distant relationship was stolen from you. You spent days climbing over the roots of Yggdrasil, peering into different worlds and hoping to see Percy living his life. Even if you found a branch that looked into Midgard, you saw only the mountains, with little dots of people climbing up them that left you amused for a moment, or boats on the ocean that made your heart ache desperately for your husband. 

But you didn’t question it much either. Maybe it was his position between the two worlds of gods, the magic of the Fates and the Norns interfering with your powers, the mist cloaking him better than you had hoped. 

You continued with your life as it had been long before you knew of the existence of the Greek Pantheon. You filled your position as a good goddess should, protecting the people from threats bigger than them, refusing to interfere with the machinations of demigods and their quests. You had no way of knowing that this obstruction of your view was unnatural. How would you know that someone else’s designs were at play here? How could you possibly know that your own father was stopping you from hearing the desperate prayers meant for you, the pleas of your dear friend when she felt she could not cope? 

As you sat there beside Odin at the feast table, looking up to your father with reverence as he smiled cheerfully down at you, how were you to know he was actively hiding your son from you?

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[jinkicake]

Hiii! I’m the anon who request for more inappropriate affairs! Thank you for the part 2 omg 😍😍 may I be greedy and ask also for childe and HEIZOU?

Thank youuuu

-loki

YES!!!!!! heheh this is my first time writing for Heizou and I don’t really know him that well soooo I hope he is alright!!!!! ((I also had to include Beidou too bc shes so sexy like-))

Inappropriate places they like to fuck you.

Beidou, Childe, Heizou x Reader

A/N: Childe refers to the reader as 'girlie' once bc.... it’s cute  :-) enjoy a beidou bonus!!! i kinda wanna continue hers and write more for it heheheh hate fucking w beidou is soooooooooo *heart eyes* anywayyy i hope you enjoy this~ T.T

WC - around 2k 

SMUTT // NSFW (reader w a pussy)

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Childe

“You want to fuck me like this?!” You stare at Childe as if he has grown two heads. It is hard to tell what he is thinking beneath his red mask, you can’t see his face or read into his eyes. The only thing you can focus on is the bright gleam of the pearl-like object resting in the middle of the heavy covering. 

“Please, baby, you gotta let me,” Despite being in his foul legacy attire, you can still hear the desperation in his rough voice. His body is now much bigger than before and the burn of his wide hips stretching your thighs apart makes you hiss. 

“Aren’t you hurt?” First and foremost before settling his needs, you want to make sure that your harbinger is okay. You know how draining using a delusion can be and you always get incredibly upset with Childe whenever he uses it. “I should punish you for even transforming into this, what were you thinking?”

“Mhm, I don’t know,” He whines as he focuses on grinding his aching cock against your core instead of focusing on your words. 

“Childe, you know I don’t like it when you use that shit!” Your attempts are scolding him are useless, he isn’t paying any attention. Childe pants in your ears, his voice is much now deeper and makes the puffs of air sound like growls. The vibration causes you to shiver. “I-I don’t get why you keep using it,” It’s becoming harder and harder to focus as his large hands run along your sides, squeezing and fondling your soft skin as he ruts into you. 

“Let me fuck you, baby, please,” His guttural begs make your thighs spread on their own and you give into him with a second thought. Right now, you start to think you need him just as badly as he needs you. 

In the past, you never understood why Childe would come to you after he has intense training or a sparing session that leaves him grinning for days. 

Now, you’re starting to get it as he rips your clothes off with his brute strength. It’s the adrenaline rush, you can feel your blood pumping through your veins as your heart beats loudly in your ears. You’ll have to start coming to more of his training session if it means you’re going to get fucked by him so roughly every time. Getting fucked in a cave is a first for you but, you’re so going to enjoy it. 

You need the way he manhandles you, how he fucks his incredibly large cock into your cunt without so much of a second thought. Childe is too desperate to care right now, all he can think about is cumming and stuffing you full until he transforms back into his usual body. 

“Take it,” He demands, voice still heavy and robotic. You pull at his pushed-back hair, tugging the strands roughly as his cock rams into you. The brute strength of it all causes your entire body to jolt with each thrust, without Childe’s hold, you’re sure you’d be flying into the side of the cave. “you can do it, girlie.” His spit drips under his mask as he messily slobbers on your neck, strangled gasps and groans leaving his lips. “Make me cum, please,”

You never thought anything could be hotter than Childe begging until you had his much larger build begging for you. Your thighs tighten as you voluntarily clench down on his thick cock, making it harder and harder for Childe to move. The poor man stutters in his movements and his hips falter under your touch. His thrusts begin to slow down as he focuses on your tight cunt. 

“Baby,” He whines, panting loudly as the noise bounces off the walls of the cave. “I’m gonna cum-” His balls feel impossibly tight and his abdomen clenches under the pressure of your pulsating heat. “oh, fuck me-”

Shikanoin Heizou 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” Disappointment rests deep in your heart as you stare at Heizou on the other side of your door. You want to slam the wood in his face and retreat back into your bedroom to hide. His absence isn’t his fault, you know that but, still, you can’t help but feel hurt. 

His job as the number one detective is always his first priority, even before you, it’s just something you have to come to live with. 

“This latest case has taken up your life. Why are you even here?” You hold onto hope that he is here for you, to see you because he missed you. Heizou mulls over his words, shoving his fists deep into his pockets as he stares at the ground in thought. Finally, you can breathe when he looks up at you. 

“I’m here because of the case,” He declares, eyes serious as he pins you in place with his vision. 

“What are you talking about?” No matter how hard you struggle against his grip, you can’t seem to break free against the powerful air. “You think I had something to do with the missing documents?!” Heizou doesn’t look phased and merely wraps his arms around your waist before hoisting you over his shoulder. 

“Let me down, Heizou!” You squirm and struggle with all your might but he doesn’t listen, his grip on you doesn’t loosen in the least. 

“This has to be a joke, right?!” The interrogation room of the Tenryou Commission is as cold as you imagined it to be. It’s a blank wooden room that resembles a cell in its own sort of way. You’ve been in here alone for what feels like hours after Heizou dropped you off. You can’t figure out the man in the slightest, you can never tell what he is thinking. “Heizou, what is going on?!” 

As if summoned by your call, the detective enters the room and stands behind you. Not a word slips from his lips as he restrains your hands together, securely keeping you in place. 

“Don’t touch me!” You screech but none of your efforts work to keep the detective away from you. 

“You don’t want to tell me anything, I understand, (Y/N).” Heizou’s voice remains calm, the slight playful edge is currently nowhere to be found. His touch spreads throughout your body, gently cupping your shoulders before migrating down to your biceps. “I have other methods of getting you to reveal information, you know,” You don’t doubt it in the slightest and gulp as his hands come up to cup your breasts. “I can be very persuasive.”

In a quick amount of time, you learn just how persuasive the detective can be. You have nothing to spill about the case but, you want to spout lies if that means he will continue to fuck you so intensely. 

Heizou’s fingers work quickly between your thighs, moving at an unruly pace as he jackhammers his fingers in and out of your cunt. Each slap of his palm against your sore clit makes you moan and thrash against the chair. 

You can’t believe you’re doing something so lewd in a public place, in one of the holding rooms of the fucking Tenryou Commission. 

“Heizou,” You whine, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Your panting becomes heavier under his intimate touch. “I promise I had nothing to do with the missing papers, you have to believe me,” 

“I believe you,” He murmurs and takes his time to gently rub your clit with the pad of his thumb. His fingers continue to roughly curl inside of you while the pace of his thrusts slows down to something that borders intimate. “but, allow me to continue, I have to make sure you aren’t lying.”

((Role playing with your boyfriend has now become one of your new favorite things.))

Bonus :-)

Beidou

“Beidou. You do understand why you’re here, right?” You rub at your temple and try your best to deal with the woman on the other side of the table. The air of your office inside the Yuehai Pavilion becomes much tenser as you remember the task at hand. Beidou never has any issues when it comes to paying her fines but, that doesn’t mean she goes down without a fight. 

If you don’t get this sum of cash quickly then the Liyue Qixing will surely be on your ass. You can only think of a handful of things worse than dealing with an angry Baishi or Baixiao so you try your best to reason with the captain of the crux. 

“I have no reason to pay this month, I was outside of Liyue harbor,” Beidou argues, pride fueling her reasoning as she sits tall before you. 

“I understand that but, you were still in front of the harbor where everyone could see.” You push back and tighten your grip on the official government papers of her fine before letting the sheets fall back onto your desk. 

“Liyue saw me kicking treasure hoarder ass, what’s the problem?” She crosses her arms over her chest, holding your stare as if challenging you for power in the room. 

“The problem, captain, is that it’s illegal for any ship within Liyue Harbor to fire at another unless they are permitted by the Liyue Qixing.” The title you spit in her face doesn’t upset her in the least, it has the complete opposite effect. Beidou still continues to argue back with you despite the burning desire building in her chest. 

“I wasn’t in Liyue Harbor,”

“Were you given permission by Ningguang to act so recklessly?” Your questioning causes her to roll her eyes. 

“Recklessly?” She scoffs and stands up taller in front of you before placing her palms flat on your desk. “Had I not acted so recklessly, treasure hoarders were going to rob your pretty little office. They had no business being near the harbor, you should be the one thanking me."

“Oh, I should be?” You rise up on your feet as well, your anger starting to get the better of you. With each heavy rise and fall of your frustrated pants, Beidou watches your chest. “Let me know exactly how I can repay you.” 

You truly should have watched your words. 

At the end of the day, you got the fines paid and the money placed on the desk of the Liyue Qixing secretaries. It just took a little more convincing on your part. 

“Go on, suck it, baby.” Beidou’s hand roughly cups the back of your head as you stare at her from between her thick thighs. You pray to every Archon that her crew is asleep right now. The large, purple strap resting securely on her hips glares at you as you push your thighs together to ignore the needy ache beginning to form there. You don’t look away from Beidou as you rise up on your knees and place your hands on the tops of her thighs, you bring your lips to the plastic material. After a gentle kiss against the head, you slowly take the tip in your mouth. “there we go,"

You want to roll your eyes as Beidou shifts in her seat, spreading her legs even farther apart while you begin to bob your head on the strap. The sounds of your gags have her moaning out in pleasure, her head tilts back as her chest heaves with each sound. The mere sight gives you as much pleasure as she is sure to be feeling. 

“Doing such a good job, pretty baby, I’m going to fuck you real good after this.” Her promise only causes you to work harder as you take the entire length down your throat. Much to your surprise, Beidou cuts your blowjob short as she pulls you off the strap after only a few more swallows. She roughly tugs you into her lap and licks at the spit smeared across your chin. “You’re too fucking cute, I think I’ll just take you now instead.”

[11queensupreme11]

Me: I'm going to read Arsenic blues, wishing to see what the queen has to us ❤️

After reading the note: The fuck!?

Can't believe people are really stealing your job and asking why they haven't the right to it. People are crazier every time I check is half concerning and half amazing how their brains work

Have to be nice, living in that fantasy world for free and without Isekai yourself.

Be for real and growth. Write your own stuff and don't come here asking yourself why the author is mad when you literally just committed a CRIME

Anyway, great character as always queen! ❤️

It is amazing how Loki has one type, defender of rights only person here that knows about human rights and thinks they deserve it.

Loki's the "fuck around and found what happens" god and is always hurting him but he can't scape the consequences of his own actions

Dumb bitch, you're lucky you're hot

Baldur was the first to say: they deserve to live cause you created them and if they're bad it is because you all are worse, maybe if you all learn a minimum of moral they would be better ❤️

I love him, Loki really didn't deserve him, he doesn't deserve Percy either but Baldur is... *Chef kiss*

He was the first, if you know what I'm saying, it is even wonderful how a person (god) can be so kind without knowing what it really is. It is hard to be kind, but without an example!?

Made him the god of humanity and sent him far away from Loki's (too late)

Loki: what's wrong here? Him or me?

Me: You have one chance, and hint, it isn't Baldur you asshole

(That hint of karma. Poseidon is going to lose his daughter, one as loved as Baldur and it's just his fault cause he doesn't have a heart. Love that for him. I love him but I also love the drama)

(Maybe we're more like the gods that we like to think I guess)

Thinking about it, maybe Percy being too gremlin with him IS a good thing.

No matter what, that side of her, the way she's always ready to fight but also being ready to relax with him is his... Well, Loki is always on the edge, but her giving so much kindness to him is also pushing him away.

She chooses to spend time with him and genuinely enjoy that time when he isn't tricking her (to the surprise of EVERYONE including him)

(Percy, being too kind is one thing)

At least he's learning that maybe killing and hurting your loved ones isn't the best decision.

Took him millennials but progress is progress

For now, act 4 is going to give him a ticket express to that fall to madness

Beelzebub...

Well, his trauma is stopping him right now, but I trust him to find a way, it's the smartest one so I'm going to wait before saying something

(For once, the author's favorite is one of my favorites)

(Just laughed cause that is karma right there, you were the one always making the deals with bad ends, now is your turn babygirl. Still rooting for you king ❤️)

Thanks for the chapter Queen and remember, a alive Nico is the best kind of Nico ❤️

bro omg that plagiarizer was weird af. did you see the old ask asking for permission to make an hp x pjo x ror fic inspired by mine? THAT TURNED OUT TO BE THEM. they made a third wattpad account sfahdvbjhv 😭😭😭

i made another chapter calling them out on wattpad and they deleted the books and fucked off (they'll probably be back with a fourth account 💀) but yeah, that's just weird behavior fr 😭

and also.... the thing i wrote about poseidon getting karma? yeah, that's a big ass hint for the future HEHEHEHE

and yesss percy actually does enjoy loki's company most of the times, he just ruins it by... you know, being an asshole to her sometimes, but other than that, she likes hanging out with him! she actually considers him as a friend (but beelie is her #1 bestie in the ror verse LMAO)

[smolvenger]

Time for Carrie's Birthday Celebration Starting 01/07 and going on until 01/12!

Helloooooo friends! My birthday is January 10th (turning 29), so I thought we could do a little thing! Let's do a *drumroll* BIRTHDAY CELERATION SLEEPOVERRRRR!

A fun little light hearted thing!

Tell me about or send me these emojis for...

something you’re looking forward to!! 👀

about what you’re reading/watching 📖

your pet(s) <3 🐶🐱🐰🐹

your go to shoes/jacket/accessories 👟

ANYTHING!! 🕸

songs (rn or all time) 🎵

comfort film, show, or read (+ favorite scene) 🧸

animal (+ when’s the last time you saw one) 🐢

bad joke or reference (+ if you say it often) 🙊

FMK! 🍑🔪make me pick and I'l do the same for you

would you rather?

never have i ever… 🖐

MASH 🏡

confessions: 💭

Or ship me with someone or a character (if it ever gets to our boy, Loki, pick a specific era) and I'll ship one with YOU

I am also opening BLURBS based on several of these blorbos so give me a character or person and I will write a blurb based off of Fanfic/Book Tropes!

Characters I am willing to write for:

Loki (ofc)

President Loki

Jonathan Pine

Robert Laing

James Conrad

Prince Hal/Henry V

Sir Thomas Sharpe

Caius Martius Coriolanus

William Buxton

Professor! Tom Hiddleston

So pick one and one of the following BookTok/Fanfic tropes:

"Who did this to you?"

"My wife"

"Touch her and you die"

AU: Modern, Tudor, Regency/Austen/Bridgerton, anything

Arranged Marriage

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

He falls first

First Date

Proposal

Wedding

First Baby

Love Confession

Meet Cute

Forced Proximity

And There Was One Bed!

Grumpy x Sunshine

With any of these, if you want, you CAN request the blurb be on the spicy side and I will oblige, heheheh

I don't know what my birthday will bring and I don't want to feel lonely or the pain of not accomplishing enough and getting older so let's make this a fun one!

@asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr @loz-3 @liminalpebble

Masterlist for my works can be found here.

[wienerbarnes]

The Electrifying Mind Reader (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 3,186

Warnings: violence, capturing, angst👀, drugging, reader doesn't have fun in this one but i don't wanna spoil it yall know i always end w happiness so part 2 will fix things

A/N: hehehehe i had this idea but im still trying to see where it goes depending on how fatws ends, how the loki disney+ series goes, etc, etc, but ugh i never wanna stop writing these two so imma just make shit up forever also don't let the warnings scare you lol yall know im soft on the inside

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

The mission was rough, to say the least.

Another HYDRA base found in Eastern Europe. One you’d worked for for a few years. Making you have both a personal connection to the mission, and be the only person on the team who knew this base intimately. This specific location arose after Bucky’s time, but during the prime of yours. So, you, Bucky, and Sam took it upon yourselves to go out and investigate while Sharon helped from the tower.

Until it was occupied with more HYDRA soldiers than any of you could’ve imagined.

580 soldiers. 580 Nazi’s all in one building. You wanted to blow it to shreds as soon as you landed there, but Sam went against that idea; there was too big a possibility that there were innocent people in there, either those brainwashed or those being held hostage. Neither you nor Bucky could argue with him there, the two of you fell under those categories yourselves.

We can take 'em, Sam said. With him in the sky and Bucky and I on the floor with the brawn and mind control powers, we can totally take ‘em.

What a fucking lie, that was.

The three of you got separated fast. And it didn’t take long after a few fights and punches that your coms broke and went offline. You think they would’ve made better com devices that were better adapted for this kind of stuff. They make arms and shields out of vibranium but not tiny coms to go in your ears?

Being separated from your teammates with no way of contacting them while still not being completely confident in your powers was not good for you, especially considering the history you have with this place. You want to hope that your handlers aren’t at this location anymore, but there’s really no way to know. The last thing you need is to run into one of them and for them to recognize what used to be their favorite play toy.

Except somehow, something worse happens.

A bomb goes off. Not necessarily blowing you to pieces, but with you being placed next to a window, being hurled a few stories into the snowy woods didn’t exactly put your body in good shape.

It takes about twenty minutes to orient yourself again. For your ears to stop ringing, for your body to stop shaking, for you to look around and have some kind of a feel for your surroundings. You don’t see the quinjet you arrived in anywhere, nor Sam and Bucky. But you know with the tracker sewn into your stealth suit, someone will find you eventually.

So, you start walking.

The shoes on your feet aren’t exactly made for the snow; you didn’t imagine you’d be hiking much on this mission. But the boots are thick enough to keep your toes from getting wet, which is good enough.

You stick close to the trunks as you walk on, planning to make a large circle around the perimeter and hoping to run into the quinjet, wherever it is. You hope they waited for you, at least.

Meanwhile, Bucky yells at Sam on the ramp to the quinjet, engine already purring as Sam is telling him to get on, that we’d come back for you with Sharon and better equipment to help them look.

“I’m not getting on the fucking plane, Sam!”

“It’s a jet, not a plane.”

“I’m not leaving my fucking girlfriend in the snowy woods alone outside of the Nazi base she used to be held at! Come back later, I’ll find her myself!” Bucky yells, vein popping out of his neck in anger.

If it was any other agent, he would’ve agreed. To go back to the tower, to get more equipment, to bring more people. But this isn’t any other agent; it’s you.

So, he starts walking.

He figures you’ll walk a few miles out, keeping your distance from the base in case anyone who survived that blast goes looking for any one else in the area. He begins heading west, planning to go a few miles straight and then start rounding the area, he can clear by nightfall, but hopefully he’ll find you before then.

Bucky doesn’t think to look for you in the treetops, though.

You hear a voice, and you panic. There’s nowhere to hide; only tall trees and mountains of snow around you, so the only way you think to go is up. You quickly hoist yourself up into the tree, balancing on a branch and hoping you’re covered enough by the snow covered branches.

It’s quiet again, and for a moment you think it was just the voices in your head; that there was nobody actually in the area. It’s hard to get a peek out with the blanket of snow clouding your vision in this tree, but you think you see a flash of metal. It could either be a gun or it could be Bucky’s arm. You cross your fingers and take your chances.

Wrapping your hands around the branch, you slowly bring your legs down to swing a bit before landing on the ground, prepared to greet your boyfriend and joke about engaging in monkey business.

Except it’s not Bucky.

A tall man, both arms made of metal, one with a shiny red star on the shoulder and the other with a skull and tentacles, turns to face you, drawing his gun and aiming it at your head.

“Oh, fuck.” Is the last thing you hear yourself say before a shot is heard and you see black.

Bucky hears a shot from the direction in which he was walking from. That could either be someone from HYDRA shooting at someone or you shooting at someone. He doesn’t like either option.

He breaks out into a sprint, gaining momentum and speed as he flies through the snow, charging back in the direction he came, hoping he can figure out where the shot came from in time. There was only one, so either it was a warning shot, or a lethal one.

When is Sam getting back? The longer he imagines your bleeding body on the white floor, the more he feels his anxiety spike and his heart race. You have your gun. Even if that shot was for you, you don’t go down without a fight. You’ve been training with your mind control with Wanda. You’re fine.

Surely, you’re fine.

The next time you wake up, it’s to a sharp slap across the cheek.

Your eyes open to see two men in front of you. You ignore the stinging in your face and the ache in your arm and glance between the two soldiers before you. You former handlers. Two of them at least.

“Sorry, boys,” You begin, glancing down at the bandage wrapped around your right bicep, where you assume a bullet was a while ago, “I’m unfortunately taken and only like it when my boyfriend slaps me around.”

You try to rub at your shoulder with your opposite hand, by there tied behind your back to the chair you’re sitting in. There’s also ties around your ankles and the fold of your knees.

You take a moment to stare at them to see if there’s a way to tap into their heads, get one to shoot the other, or untie you at least before they do that. But nothing. 

They both giggle. “Just as feisty as ever, aren’t you.”

“Yeah, yeah, listen, great catching up and all, but I actually have a doctor’s appointment I need to get to and I do need to get going -” Another smack, and then two hands vest the collar of your top.

“You’re not going anywhere! You left once, but now that I have you again, I’m not letting you leave my sight, my Mind Reader.” He tells you.

“...Can’t read minds. Can control them! But, can’t read them, sorry, no dice.” You correct, hiding behind your fear with a plethora of jokes and teases.

“We’ll see about that.” He looks deep in your eyes.

You smile drops and you look over your shoulder, realizing the room you’re in.

A large, black, metal chair sits above a few steps of concrete. Dark screens and bars surrounding it. There are open brackets for your arms and legs to be restrained, and the infamous headpiece that sends painful shocks to your brain. The man with two metal arms who shot you earlier stands beside it.

You remember the first time your powers manifested. Hours of drowning and waterboarding, followed by hovering candles and fires around your skin, poking and prodding you with needles to make something, anything happen. The goal was to send you into such an overdrive, overwhelming you to the point that your body to work with whatever poison they were putting in you.

“You wouldn’t,” You tell them, “You’re not stupid. You’re evil, but not stupid. You wouldn’t risk me in good ole’ Sparky.”

“Wouldn’t I?” The two men hoist you up and begin to drag you towards a heaping pile of metal. You try with all your energy to tap into their minds, tap into anyone’s mind, but to no avail.

This is it, you think. Who knows what will happen next, what you’ll remember. I hope Bucky doesn’t find me, I don't want him to see me like this. Two metal arms hold you down, one choking you hard and the other sitting heavily atop your injured shoulder while the machine powers up. The ties around your limbs are cut and the brackets automatically close, locking you in by your wrists, biceps, and ankles.

“See you on the other side.” He tells you maniacally, a syringe being pushed into your neck by the man with metal arms and the head piece coming down over your face before the worst pain you’ve ever felt courses through your body.

You scream.

Bucky has spent the last couple of hours running around this stupid forest with only failure to show for it. His last option is to go back to what’s left of the base. Sam’s about to land again, this time with Sharon and an extra agent or two.

He’s tossing the pieces of rubble around, looking for something, anything, to show him that you’re around here, that you’re alive.

Until he sees it. It almost perfectly looks like a metal rod sticking out of the ground. But it’s a handle. He pulls on it with all his strength until the lock and chain from the other side snaps, the door swinging open.

He climbs down the small ladder barely hanging against the wall before his feet thump on the ground again. He doesn’t like the nostalgia he feels slowly walking through the dark room, the distant groaning of a body, and smell of just pure evil.

He finally sees a slight glow coming from around the corner at the end of the hallway he’s ended up on, and he speeds up his pace, desperate to find someone, desperate to find you.

And he’s sorry he does. He’s sorry that he’s seen what he’s just seen. A door, on the opposite side of where he’s entered, left ajar and slightly swinging, signifying that someone’s just gone through it, and you, sitting slumped in that fucking chair, groaning and using what little strength you seem to have to weakly pull at the restraints around your wrists and ankles.

It’s his worst nightmare. You, stuck in that chair. He doesn’t waste a second running over to where you are, latching his hands on the headpiece that still sits on your face. He grabs a hold of the two pieces of metal and props a foot to the back of the chair, using all his might to snap it apart. He lets out a yell as he pries it off, bending the metal handle that connects to the main body of the machine.

He pants, reaching for the other restraints and prying those apart too, the sound of metal on metal making his ears hurt, there’s no way his metal arm isn’t wrecked after this.

He grabs a hold of your face to get a good look at you, to make sure you’re still alive. Your pupils almost completely cover the iris, the whites tinted pink. There’s also drool staining the corners of your lips and you're mumbling something to him that he can’t understand.

“Baby? Baby, I’m here, we’re leaving now, okay? I need you to stay awake for me while I get you to the jet, okay? Can you walk?” He coos and speaks to you softly and calmly, gently lugging your body into a standing position, but all you do is slump against his frame.

He can still hear the silent whirring of the machine, and from the subtle shakes in your body, he can guess the chair wasn’t used on you too long ago. He remembers having to be carried by two guards larger than him after a session in the chair, and he's about twice your size and strength, no matter your powers; he can’t imagine what your body’s feeling right now.

You whimper as he catches you, and he’s quick to slide an arm between your legs, the other grabbing a hold of your good arm and slinging you over his shoulders. The metal in his left arm is pinching into the skin of his shoulder, letting him know the plates are messed up from his pulling apart the machine.

Kinda went full Banner on the chair, didn’t I.

“Sam should be here, love, okay? So, just stay awake for me and you can rest on the plane. Huh?” He tells you, trying to engage and hoping you’re awake as he talks to you.

Another groan from you, which is good enough for him. He finally climbs back out of the basement and doesn’t see a jet in sight.

“God damn it, Sam,” He mumbles, and you whimper above him again, your breathing turning into panting and he senses your panic rising.

“Babe… Babe!” Bucky, sets you down gently, trying to capture your attention. A sharp call of your name forces you to look up at him.

You see three of him, and every color you see is much more vivid than you’ve ever seen before. You feel yourself shivering but also feel like you’re burning from the inside out. You know he’s talking to you, but you can’t focus on a single word he says because all you’re thinking about is how you don’t want to feel like this.

“Put me to sleep, knock me out, make me not feel this,” You interrupt him, but by the look of utter confusion in his face, you don’t think you’re speaking clear enough for him to understand you. Which only makes you panic more.

His eyes travel around your face and neck, observing the bruising on your forehead from where the headpiece of the chair rested and the finger-shaped marks on your neck. He also takes notice of the small hole on the side of your neck, about the size of a needle.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry this happened to you, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop it, to protect you, like I’m supposed to. But, I need you to be strong right now, I need you to suck it up until I can get you on that fucking jet and in a fucking hospital, okay? Please! Please, baby, just tough it out for a little while longer, can you do that?” He cradles your face and head with both of his hands.

Bucky’s on the brink of a panic attack himself. The only thing keeping him from breaking down is the fact that he’s the only one here to make sure you stay awake.

A distant purring of an engine is finally heard and his head darts up at the sky to see the quinjet come into view.

“Look, babe! See? Already here! Just the short trip to the tower, okay, love? You can’t die on me, please,” He trails off.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to bring yourself up into a kneeling position to stand up, and a cry escapes you as you feel an utter lack of control over your body. Your brain is trying to move your arms and legs but they feel so heavy that they just don’t move.

Suddenly, Bucky’s hoisting you up again, bridal style this time, and he’s running to the quinjet. You don’t even feel the pain in your shoulder and chest when your arm bounces around because you feel like your insides are melting.

Your brain and head haven’t stopped buzzing since sitting in that chair. You only remember flashes; flashes of black, flashes of the room, flashes of those bastards’ faces while they stare amusedly at you writhe in pain.

You don’t realize you’re on the jet until your body is laid on a cold table, the only table on the quinjet that’s attached to the wall. You look around to gauge your surroundings; you see a blonde head of hair and two other taller figures. Your hand twitches, wanting to reach out for Bucky, but he’s not looking at you. You whimper again, but it must not have been loud enough because he only continues to speak to the two other people, who you guess are Sam and another agent.

You straighten yourself on the table as your heart speeds up faster and faster. You brace yourself for a panic attack but it doesn’t come.

Nothing does.

Bucky tries to tell Sam everything as quickly as possible while the jet takes off. He can only imagine how hysterical he looks right now, and how much explaining he’ll have to do to the other agent on the jet with them; he’s pretty sure he might’ve slipped in calling you his girl by mistake once or twice.

He glances over his shoulder to check on you but does a quick double take. You’re not moving. Your eyes are open, but you’re not moving. Not shaking how your body was before from the electricity, not groaning or whimpering from whatever was wrong with you.

He remembers going on autopilot from there. He strains his ears and can’t hear the rapid beat of your heart, he doesn’t hear anything coming from you. His own heart feels like it stops when he climbs on top of you, straddling you, and leaning his head over your mouth to try and catch your breathing - which he doesn’t - and raising a hand to feel your heartbeat - which he also doesn’t feel.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” He starts CPR immediately, pumping his fists roughly against your chest, counting in his head among all the other chaos floating around in there.

“C’mon sweetheart. Wake up. Wake up, baby.” He continues.

“Bucky, you’re going to break her sternum!” Sharon tries to warn him.

He pauses only for a brief moment to turn his head towards her, “Sharon, shut up!” He snaps, this probably being the first time he’s ever screamed at Sharon. He turns his head towards Sam and Agent 36, “Sam get this fucking plane to the tower, now!”

“Please, please, please don’t do this to me. Not now. Not because of them.” He resumes the CPR while mumbling to himself, leaning down to breathe air into your mouth.

“Can’t lose you, can’t lose you.”

He can’t lose you.

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Rules: List 10 different male faves from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @90spopstargirl thank you so much! ♥️

1. Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games

2. Tony Stark/Steve Rogers/Peter Parker - Marvel Cinematic Universe (I can’t pick just one, sorry! 😆)

3. Daniel Jackson - Stargate SG1

4. Walter Bishop - Fringe

5. Leonard McCoy - Star Trek Original

6. Commander Data - Star Trek TNG

7. Ben Solo - Star Wars

8. Jack Bauer - 24

9. Barry Allen - The Flash

10. Erik Lehnsherr - X-Men movieverse

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My family knows me well. Happy birthday to me 😎

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Hi, I’ve always wondered- why do you write Steve referring to Peter as “little guy” so frequently (instead of any other terms of endearment or just ‘Peter’)? Just curious!

Hey! Thank you so much for your ask, and for reading my fics! 💗

Steve does call Peter by his name pretty often, but his term of endearment for him is the ‘little guy’, as you’ve noticed. There’s a couple of reasons why I chose this.

One, in my eyes, Steve doesn’t use a lot of nicknames for his loved ones, preferring to stick with one or two. He calls Tony ‘sweetheart’ and the Irish ‘mo gra’ in some of my fics, which means my love. For Peter, I wanted to go with something a bit different that Tony’s ‘buddy’, and ‘son’ just seemed too… I don’t know, I just can’t picture Steve calling Peter that. Little guy is sweet without being too sugary and since Peter is pretty small, it fits him well.

Two, in The First Avenger, when Steve is chosen to join the SSR, Dr Erskine says, “Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war, maybe what we need now is the little guy.” This is an important line in that it shows his acceptance of Steve even though he’s not the traditional soldier-type. This had a big impact on Steve, as later when the two of them are having their toast in Steve’s barracks room, Steve says, “to the little guys”. At the time, Steve had no idea that the serum would transform him size-wise, so he was prepared to spend the rest of his life just doing what was right as a ‘little guy’. It’s always been my headcanon that Steve sees the same kind of strength and determination in Peter, since he’s on the smaller side too 💗

I hope this makes sense! Thank you so much for the ask! 💗

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To distract you on this scary afternoon, how ‘bout some pictures of our new puppy? 🥰🥰🥰

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Release the Hounds {7/?}

Chapter Seven: Here Comes Trouble

Pairing: Persephone!Steve Rogers x Hades!Reader

Chapter Summary: Its time for Demeter and Hades to stand before the gods of Olympus and plead their case. 

Word Count: 2,300ish

A/N: The title and gif really say it all for this one, some pinnacle moments for all of our characters heheheh

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“I didn’t think you would make it,” Hades turned to face Loki, dressed in a deep dark green suit, a folder under his arm. They stood in room hidden behind the meeting area, if she focused Hades could hear the voices of those sitting out there, waiting for the discussion, likely talking about what they thought.

No one told her this would be amongst lesser gods and nymphs as well. No one told her there was time allowed for questions from those who had them. She thought this was just between the twelve olympians. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she stared at Loki like a deer caught in headlights. 

He dropped the folder on the table and held her shoulders steady as her body began to shake. Convincing the olympians, convincing Thor, that would have been easy. But this felt like a trap.

“I can’t do this Loki, you can do it for me, you know what to say much better than I do.” She pleaded him, her fingers stretched out and back into fists by her side. 

“No.” He shot back, his hands opening her hands and holding them tight. “This is not my fight, I’m merely one of your soldiers, you’re the queen. You’re the one they need to hear it from.”

“They won’t have remembered what I’ve done, some of them it was too recent, some it was just another blip in their lives, most won’t even know of it. This won’t work. There’s no point to any of this!” Her voice began to rise as she pushed him away. The crown on her head started to feel heavy as gold dripped through her hair. 

Steve stood in the hallway, Demeter had told him to sit and be witness to the biggest fall since Cronus. He had snuck away in hopes of seeing Hades before it began but what he found instead was a door left ajar and the sounds of her and Loki. 

Through the crack he could see her profile, her crown black and the ends sharp, there were no jewels, no more gold as it had seeped through her hair completely. Her blazer had been pulled off and thrown over the chair, her floral blouse now stained in black. 

“This is how they see me Loki, they see me as death. Is this not what I should show them?” Her voice was gold and desperate but before Steve could step in, before he could hear Loki’s response, a throat clear came from behind him and Thor stood there before him.

“Evening lad,” he stepped back and gestured for Steve to walk by his side, the god of spring followed, glancing back to the room where he swore he could hear Loki’s voice getting louder and angrier. “I want you to be the one to introduce her, I’ll warm up the crowd for you.”

Thor didn’t even look at Steve after he spoke, he simply stepped onto the stage and behind the podium. 

“I don’t think she’ll be speaking.” 

Wanda, Pietro and Sam leaned against the wall at the back of the room. Pietro had picked out as many of Demeter’s nymphs as he could find and he found them sprinkled across the room.

“She’s planned something.” He whispered to the two on either side. 

“So have we,” Sam’s eyes shifted over the room as well, he nodded at Bucky and Natasha on one side closest to the stage, Rebecca on the other. “If they make a move, they won’t get anywhere near her.”

“What’s that?” Pietro’s eyes locked onto a vine that was inching its way through the cracks in the wood of the stage, it twisted and turned towards the middle slowly as Demeter stepped down the stairs that at first Pietro thought it was from her. But they kept growing as Thor stepped forward.

“Asphodel,” Wanda breathed out and stood straight. Behind Thor, at the back of the stage, they had begun to sprout. “He’s here, maybe he’s seen her.”

“In order to keep things fair you must hear from both sides. You must take into account other’s opinions and their perspectives on the matter. Not every side of the coin is the same. So, Steve?”

Gasps rang through the room like an echo, the asphodels flourished before quickly closing their buds as Steve stepped out onto the stage. 

“She’s not happy,” Sam smirked, the three turned to see Demeter, her face hot with anger and embarrassment but she quickly tried to compose herself, as if to make it seem like Steve would stand by her. 

Steve stood behind the podium, he cleared his throat and scanned the crowd, movement catching his eye to the left. Loki stood beside Rebecca, he stood tall and composed and nodded to Steve. A message, a question or favour. It’s up to you. So Steve pulled his shoulders back, he gripped the edges of the stand and looked straight ahead. 

“Like Thor said, there are always two sides to every coin. Every drachma tells a story. Now I’m hear to tell mine.” 

The vines connected at the front of the stage, the asphodels blossomed again behind him, stronger and taller than before. He felt power behind him, he held everyone’s attention and no more than his mother. 

“The Underworld is no place for the living, my mother is right about that. But the mortal world reeks of death. It’s in their religions, it’s in their philosophies, they hold onto the actions of the deceased for centuries. The Underworld is the place they dream of, it’s what they fear, it’s one of the last great unknowns.” He swallowed the lump in his throat that threatened his speech and he thought of her. 

He thought of the power she held, of the home she had built. He thought of how she welcomed him with caution, how her subjects were her equals. He thought about what Wanda had told him ‘we respect ourselves, our realm and our queen,’ and it made sense to him. 

“Hades is not death. She does not give the final blow and she is not the one that carries the souls. She is not the lies that you fear.” 

He was confident, everything he believed in, every small part of him that thought it stupid that he believed in her so much was eradicated as he stood on that stage. If there was any fear of what Demeter would do once he left the safety of everyone’s eyes on him it was pushed aside by the weight of a hand over his. He flicked briefly down and breathed deeply as it pulled away from him, speckles of gold left atop his hand. 

“She is the riches the mortals seek, she is the keeper of the metals you make your shields from, she is one of us, the same as that of Loki and Thor.” He knew that they wouldn’t believe him unless they saw her and he still felt her presence, it was now or never. Hades may not want to speak to them, she may even hate him for this but he had to, they had to see her as he did. “She and those of the Underworld deserve the respect we give to each other, they’re no different from us.”

Steve stepped back from the podium, he turned to his left and held out his hand for her. There she stood, her crown stood glowing in the shadow in it’s golden glory, eyes strong and a smirk as she reached out her hand and took his. He guided her to where he stood, the vines had turned into mint leaves all poking out between the wood, the asphodels still stood behind her. 

Sam held the blade in his sleeve, Demeter looked too in shock to do anything but he wouldn’t let his guard down, none of them would. 

“I would firstly like to say that this was not my doing,” Hades looked to Loki who just smirked and tipped his head to her and the crowd. Whispers rang through. “And I don’t think that there is much more that needs to be said. For those who don’t know me, for those that have only heard the rumours of what I looked like I’m sorry to disappoint if you were hoping for red horns. I am Hades, sister to Thor and Loki, goddess of riches and minerals, ruler of the dead and Queen of the Underworld. It has come to my attention that my presence is both wanted and unwanted on the council of the twelve Olympians. I see both sides of this debate, I understand your queries and concerns, your worry of what I can bring or how exactly I can help.”

All those on her side stood proud as they watched her address the group. Thor had made his decision long ago, this wasn’t about him, this was about his people. 

“I think it’s time you know what I do in my role. I’ve consulted before, with matters in the mortal realm and here in Olympus. Every week Thor and I meet and we discuss our realms and any issues that the other may need to be made aware of. We give each other advice, we work together in order to make sure our realms are the best they can be. I like to think we do a pretty good job.” There was a soft smile on her face as she spoke, she had zoned out the nymphs and those she didn’t know, she ignored their shock as she focused on those who matter most to her. Her judges, the ones who stood by her side and her brothers. 

“I recognise that Thor is your king. I have no plans of changing that, I respect him too much and love him too dearly. I see no point in moving from the Underworld either. I’m happy where I am and I know you’re happy where I am as well. But Steve was right when he said death is intricate to the living, life and death are not separate. Mortals have famine, they have diseases, and take risks… they have war.” Her voice hitched slightly as a few of the twelve looked down. “Where there is life there is death, when summer ends the leaves die and when they fall they fall into the Underworld where they cover the meadows and those who were once living continue to thrive with the ones they spent their lives missing. In no way do I wish to take over or even have any real say in the events in your lives and the decisions made for Olympus. But I stand here before you because I wish to be with my family once again and witness them doing what I’m so proud of them for, protecting you.”

Loki was the first to start clapping, he cheered and beamed as others joined him. Some even stood from their seats. The judges smiled proudly as they clapped for her, but they knew that this was only the beginning, if Hades was allowed on the council the chances of things worsening were great. If Steve continued to stand by her after this, well, they feared what lengths Demeter would go to to keep what was hers.  

Bucky found Steve behind the stage, he moved quickly as he grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hallway. 

“Hey what are you doing?”

“We need to get you out of here and now.” He looked over his shoulder, fear in his eyes. Demeter was on a tirade and Bucky was pretty sure Steve would forget what the sun was if she got to him. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Somewhere she can’t find you.” 

The doors slammed shut behind him and before he knew it they were dressed in mortal clothing and stepping out of an alleyway into the busy streets of a mortal city. 

“She’s one of the few who often come to the mortal world Buck, you really think this is going to work?” They both were constantly looking over their shoulder, eyeing every stranger that walked past them with suspicion as they kept moving down the busy streets.

“This is New York, arguably one of the most monster, demigod, nymph invested places in the world.” Bucky opened the door to an apartment building and pushed Steve inside. “She’s got spies but not many here, and if anything will mask your scent it’ll be this place.”

Bucky guided them up the stairs and into a modest apartment. There wasn’t much to it, a lounge with two couches and a standard tv mounted to the wall. A kitchen, pristine as if it hadn’t been freshly cleaned and down the hall Steve guessed was at least one bedroom. 

“Besides, the best huntress, even if she did say yes, wouldn’t think to look in one of her own homes for you.” Bucky smiled brightly, he fell onto the couch and swung his legs onto the coffee table, making himself at home as if he knew it well. He did actually, this building was one of the places he and Rebecca went when they wanted to get away, they were the only ones who knew about it as far as he knew and he knew that Rebecca was loyal to him before anyone else. 

Steve sat on the opposite couch, he buried his hands deep into his pockets and hesitantly pulled out what appeared to be a paper flower.

“What ya got there?” 

“A black dahlia.” He looked up at Bucky and back down to the flower in his palm, there was white under it, a small note addressed to him.

Steve, thank you, I feel as though I owe you another favour every time our paths cross. So here is a gift I got MJ to conjure for you. Tear off a petal, let it drop to the floor and step on it, it’ll lead you to me if you ever need my help. I’m sorry for the chaos that has become your life, I hope that things will settle. Know that I’m forever grateful for what you continue to do for me. Yours, Hades

Chapter Eight: The Protector

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Quiet (Loki x Reader)

A/N: can u tell I’m going through an avengers kick right now? loki has always been one of my favourite characters so I decided to write him into one of my favourite writing prompts: “there’s only one bed”! this is more fluff heheheh

[also this is pretty much an AU where IW and Endgame didn’t happen bc they WRECKED me emotionally so everyone’s alive in this one]

Warnings: nightmare mention, tiny bit of angst if u squint, fluffffffffff

Sometimes, you really hated how cocky Tony Stark was. His stubbornness exhausted you, and the dirty tactics he used to get his way were extremely frustrating. Sometimes, you wanted to just scream at the man; and this was one such occurrence. Tumbling through the hotel room door, fatigue heavy on your shoulders, it took you a moment to take in the suite you and Loki had been shown to. The suite with a gorgeous view of the city skyline below. The suite with only one king bed. The suite… booked by none other than Tony Stark. Shutting the door softly behind him, Loki looked at you quizzically before looking around the regal space around him.

“Wow, this is nice. Stark really outdid himself,” the god mused.

“Yeah, it’s lovely if you ignore the fact that one of us is sleeping on the floor,” you quipped in response with a nervous chuckle. Your comment did nothing to ease Loki’s confusion as his eyebrows raised even higher. He finally turned to look at the bed and chortled when he turned back to you.

“What? Don’t be silly, Y/N. We’re adults, aren’t we?” he queried. You rolled your eyes as you began to unpack your belongings. Yes, of course we are adults, Loki, but it’s more complicated when one adult is falling in love with the other.

The rest of the night went quietly. The two of you got along decently enough, hence why you were even sharing with Loki in the first place. Everyone else on the team was too busy trying to kill him or blame him for all the things wrong with the universe, so when it came out that you actually didn’t mind having a real conversation with the frost giant, you essentially became his babysitter. Both being quite introverted and avid readers, your time together was usually spent reading in comfortable silence or watching some “brainless Midgardian entertainment” (you preferred the term ‘sitcoms’) until one of you fell asleep. Loki wasn’t the unbearable villain that everyone made him out to be; in fact, you’d even go so far to say that he was your friend. Your friend... that you were busy falling for. It had started out innocently; Loki had been captured and needed to be interrogated. All the other Avengers had gone for the ‘bad cop’ routine, whereas you had just tried to have a regular chat with him. For whatever reason, he warmed to you and gave out all the information the team needed. Since then, you had been responsible for Loki. You sometimes felt bad because everyone else on the team, even including his brother sometimes, treated him like a lost puppy but abused him like he were a bad dog. He didn’t deserve that, but it seemed like you were the only one who could actually see it. Being so close with him all the time on missions and stakeouts, you learned a lot about him and his Asgardian past. You could feel that he was a changed person, and you assured him of this even when he couldn’t find it in himself to believe it.

So, nights with Loki became more frequent as you began to trust in each other indefinitely; coming to seek the other’s solace when you were caught with a particularly horrible nightmare, or simply when everything got to be too much. The worst nights of your life were suddenly lightened when Loki came to your aid and let you cry into his shoulder for what felt like hours on end; and vice versa. Falling in love with the god felt so effortless; it was just so pathetic that your feelings weren’t reciprocated. Loki could never love you - you were a simple human in his eyes. Not worthy of a god like him.

It had gotten late. You had become so wrapped up in the pages of your book and he his, that neither of you noticed the hours race by. Stifling a yawn, you put the book down and walked to be bathroom slowly. Getting changed into pyjamas, thoughts were still flying around in your head. Deciding to ignore your panicked brain, you walked back into the room to find Loki shirtless and digging through his bag. You felt a warm rush in your cheeks as you did your best to avert your eyes from his muscled form. Loki let out a low chuckle as he found a shirt and pulled it over his head.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Just that it’s quite funny to see you so embarrassed at the sight of me,” he replied quietly, his voice having dropped an octave and laced with the weight of sleepiness. You laughed it off and remained silent as Loki’s eyes met yours before looking at the bed expectantly.

“I hope you weren’t serious about sleeping on the floor, by the way. I won’t let you do that,” he said matter-of-factly. Curse him for being such a gentleman.

You didn’t know if it was the darkness of his tone of just how cozy he looked in pyjamas but something inside you told you to just go with it and not cause an argument. So, here you were. Sharing a bed with your best friend, trying desperately to fall asleep in order to not say something stupid in your exhausted state that might make things awkward between you and the Asgardian. Lying as far away from him as possible, your body was rigid as you struggled to fall asleep, staring at the angry red digits on the clock opposite you. Loki stirred in his sleep and rolled over, his pale arm landing on your waist and wrapping around you. You felt his chest rising and falling against your back and the rhythm soothed you. Turning around, you placed a hand on his chest and felt his steady heartbeat. His face looked so peaceful as soft snores escaped from his lips, no angry brow in sight, no fear in his eyes. He was so warm, too. Your eyelids felt heavy as you rested your head on his chest, his steady breaths lulling you into a deep sleep.

[stevenrogerssss]

blue corn chips

based off of this text post!!!

Loki loves little kids, especially when they aren’t his own. When Morgan comes for a visit, Loki decides to cause a little mischief. 

slight endgame spoilers if you can call Morgan an endgame spoiler?

uncle!Loki x niece (super cute hehehehe)

a lil Loki x Reader

genre: pretty fluffy, should be funny

pls reblog/comment if you liked it!!!!! 

words: 405

Loki absolutely adored when Morgan came to visit. He could play with her and as soon as anything serious came up he could pass her off to Tony.  This applied more times than he would like to tell, but it leads to some funny stories.

One day, you were curled up right into Loki, sitting with a bowl of blue corn chips.  They were Loki's favorite despite his original distaste for anything blue.   Morgan walked in and sat next to uncle Loki and began quizzing him on the show you two had been watching.  But what happened next was easily Loki's best work.

"What are you eating from that bowl,  uncle Loki?"

"Well these," he thought for a moment, knowing this could turn into something hilarious, "these are triangles."

"Can I have triangles?" Her questioning glance only made Loki want to play along with this more.

"I don't know, Morgan. Did you brush your teeth yet, princess?"

"No! I promise I didn't!" She was practically climbing on Loki as she bartered with him for the triangles.

"Mhm," he thought for a moment longer.  How could he make this a nightmare for Tony? Then it came to him, "are you okay with screaming really loud?"

"What?" Morgan asked raising her eyebrow at Loki.  You were trying your hardest not to laugh at this conversation but man, Loki was so good with Morgan even if it was just to make Tony miserable.

"Sometimes, the triangles," He looks around and leans down near Morgan's ear and whispers, "make you scream really loud. Do you think you would be okay with that?"

"Of course! I'm not afraid of screaming." She states, eyeing the bowl of chips.

"You're very brave, Morgan. I believe you can have two triangles." He handed her two of the blue corn chips and laughed to himself. "Why don't you go show your dad your new power," Loki suggests as she takes a bite of the chip.  She runs off in the direction she came from and soon after you hear screaming.

Loki grabs your waist and the two of you are removed from the couch as the sound of Tony yelling comes through. "Who told Morgan that blue corn chips make you scream?!"

The two of you burst out laughing in Loki's room.  This was funny now but wait until Morgan lets it slip that Uncle Loki and Auntie Y/N were the ones who told her that.

[rayegunn]

Thor ramble

Preview for Thor is out: https://www.adventuresinpoortaste.com/2020/03/06/marvel-preview-thor-4-2/  I felt the need to ramble about it. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good ramble here.

First off, to Sif Bifrosting Mjolnir away.... hehehehe... good trick. And Thor deserves it right now. He needs to have his toys taken away until he behaves, I don't give a damn if he's king, he’s being an ass. Not that he will, probably, looks like he's about to throw a tantrum there, but still. I mean look at that, he's already beaten a close friend of his to a pulp and destroyed his hammer, and now Sif, his ex lover and current friend, and now guardian of the Bifrost, shows up to defend Bill and repeat what should be a uncontroversial opinion, that helping Galactus to destroy inhabited planets, and beating up your friends, is wrong, and his response is to hurl the hammer at her head. I mean I thought Thor was being a dick when he threw it at Loki, despite Loki's past, but THIS? Much worse. I get that he feels the fate of the universe is on the line, and that sacrifices need to be made towards that end, which mitigates it some, but... there has to be a better way to resolve this conflict than with violence. Thor has been acting all hyper-aggressive and, well, toxic from issue 1, and just seems to be getting worse. I see a lot of Thor fans glad that he's like, really powerful and kicking ass, and I don't get it. Is him being powerful worth it if he loses his soul and sacrifices his morals in the process? tho I have never gotten the obsession some fans with characters being powerful, it's always been much more important to me that they are interesting characters first and foremost, and that usually means they have flaws and weaknesses and can't just steamroll everything. I do think a story exploring power vs morals with Thor, where he sacrifices his morals for power in order to achieve a greater good could be interesting and could end up adding more depth to the character, so I am not saying the story is bad... but it is still sad to see him possibly fall  from grace, same as it would be for any character in that position, and all the power in the universe doesn't make up for that. In Aaron's run, his unworthyness wasn't really a fault of his character, it was a technicality. He was still the same guy, morally, as he was before (tho he did go through a rough patch due to depression) it was just he lost the whole 'knowing you're unworthy but trying anyway' thing that apparently is a major box that needs to be ticked for Mjolnir to allow itself to be lifted. This though, I am seeing what he's doing, and I think to myself that it's no wonder the hammer is getting heavier, because this really is the sort of 'doing evil things for a greater good' deal that I could see Loki doing rather than Thor. If Loki was doing this, it would still be a very murky situation, but it would be in line with his past actions and morals. But for Thor, it's a fall, and that kind of makes his actions feel worse. I'm more upset  at him doing these things than I would be if it were Loki, because Loki has already done this kind of shit before. Recently, even. Maybe not on quite the same scale, I can't think of any planets Loki has blown up off the top of my head, (in the present/past, not counting King Thor) but same sort of morally questionable tactics, so  it would not be that unexpected for him.

I'm betting that Thor will successfully deal with the Black Winter using these tactics, despite various characters, such as Bill and Sif here, standing against him, and that will make him feel everything he did was just and right, he will feel vindicated. And yeah, you could make an argument for that, depending on what he does, I mean, the universe continuing to exist when it otherwise would have died is a bit hard to argue with. And many fans will support his actions because the ultimate outcome was good. But... it may be the start of a slippery slope that he slides downwards on. If these tactics worked out here, why not in a different situation with lower stakes? Will the justification he needs to do these things become less with time? And he will fall, not like Aaron's run where he was unworthy but not immoral, an actual fall from grace where he loses his way. And he, and many fans, may not even realize it until it's too late. Hell, some fans will NEVER get it if he goes bad. I mean, I’m not saying people have to stop liking him as a character, but you can like a character while acknowledging they are not the most morally upstanding person. Liking Punisher doesn't necessarily mean you support gun toting vigilantes wandering the streets, right? I hope, anyway. Like, I think lots of things Loki has done have been pretty scummy, even recently, but that doesn't make him an uninteresting character, I still really like him as a character even if i disagree with some of his actions. Though Loki's trajectory is good right now, while he is still prone to morally murky actions, he's moving in the right direction, his actions right now are comparatively better than they used to be, so I am hopeful he can continue to  improve. But Thor’s trajectory, if this trend continues, is not good, his actions right now are comparatively worse than he has been previously. It's kind of funny, or sad, that as Loki is moving away from these 'bad acts for a greater good' methods, Thor is embracing them, and they may end up still as antagonists, but on opposite sides. (I want them to be friends tho :( ) But some fans (of lots of things, not just Thor) really seem to have a lot of trouble understanding that the protagonist is not always right by default, and they think anyone who stands in the protagonist's way is the bad guy, even if it is clearly a villain protagonist, (see: Breaking Bad) which is bizarre to me.  And I suspect the same will happen with Thor, even if he does not go THAT bad, and just... gray. Comics have long had a bit of a problem with fans completely missing the point when it comes to the morality the books are trying to get across; you somehow have some overtly bigoted X-Men fans, and alt-right Cap fans, etc. it's bizarre sometimes how completely some readers/viewers can miss a critique of something in a work, and the same thing will likely happen here, where the point may be that he’s losing his way, but fans think he’s in the right.

Where did she send Mjolnir, though, i wonder? I have long suspected Thor would have to give up Mjolnir, but because he is all-Father now. Aaron set up a situation with roles that need to be filled, and several other characters have stepped into new ones, Jane is Valkyrie, Sif took Heimdall’s role, Balder is King of the Norns, it looks as though Tyr is going to take Loki’s place as God of Chaos, (though it may be Loki’s solo series was more of a spoiler than most people thought, where Thor was the big bad at the end of time, trying to destroy the Earth, and Thor goes full on bad guy instead, though i am holding out hope for merely gray which he can rebound from after learning a lesson) Loki is King of Jotunheim (tho i suspect there is something more in store for him, given all the teases with him and Mjolnir) and I really like this. I know some people find comfort in an unchanging status quo, but I have always found it boring, and one of the reasons I have been all over Loki the past 10 years or so is that he has been undergoing character development and changing, and I find that interesting. So to have it suddenly applied to Asgard as a whole, where everything is shuffled around and characters are in new roles is something I find very interesting, and I want to see where it leads, and I hope it doesn’t all just revert to the old default status quo. But Thor stepped into his role as king, but didn’t want to give up his old role, and I think that has to give at some point. He has to choose, even if he was not doing some morally dubious shit, All-Father OR hero of the realms, can’t do both at the same time. After last issue, i thought Bill might, at least temporarily, take Mjolnir from Thor, (though, since he has no ties to Earth 99% of the time, I don't think he is right fit to fill Thor's old role permanently) but now it's who knows where, so maybe not. But he's still had Stormbreaker destroyed. :-/ anyway, it has to be really far away, or Thor's just going to call it back in like 2 seconds, not quite sure how far away they are relative to Asgard/Earth, so sending it back there may be far enough... or maybe Jotunheim? Though not sure why Sif would do that. But it could turn the scene with Loki in issue 1 into foreshadowing, if it pops out of the Bifrost coming for his head and stops again. May also be a catalyst to have Thor attack Jotunheim, even tho Loki had nothing to do with this.  But it may also be too easy for him to find in those locations, if she really wants to keep it from him until he calms down, it would be better to send it to some dusty moon orbiting an uninhabited world  around a distant star. Though with Sif controlling the Bifrost, she could simply refuse to send him anywhere near it, regardless of it's location. He may be king, but she has the power in this situation. Also, I wonder how it's trajectory works. Will it carry on with just the momentum it has on the other side of the Bifrost, eventually falling to the ground or hitting something on the other side, or will it try to continue towards his intended target? Though I suppose it doesn't matter too much, if he can summon it no matter how far away it is, so it will be on it's way back to them either way. Though it may be that it is out of range, he may not be able to call it if he doesn't know it's location, (he asked where it was, so he doesn't seem to be able to sense it) or if it's just too far away.

[goldenfingerprints]

Loki x Stephen hehehehe

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What made you ship it? Tbh, I briefly came across and then you suggested it as well and I was like yeah alright I can see it

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Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't think so, really

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Regret P.2

A/N: sos so so sorry that this is late

Pairing: Vision x reader, Wanda x Vision, Bruce x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, its heated, slightly

Word Count: 801

Summary: Read my running commentary of writing it

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Requested: yes sort of by @confidentcorgi i read the reply again and i hope this makes up for any heartbreak from last year. (sorry for tagging you, you probably didnt want to be)

Masterlist 

Part One

2 months later

After hearing Vision repeat your words you stayed in your room for all hours of the day

He did as you told him to

He moved on

You still loved him

But you you can now see that he no longer loves you

He loves Wanda

When you do go down to the kitchen to get food, they’re always there.

You see the way he looks at her

You see the way she looks at him

Both have love in their eyes

So you walk away

Forgetting all about food

All you could think about was them

Every time you see them together, you cry yourself to sleep.

Because not only did you lose the person you love that night, you also lost your best friend, the person you would talk about everything to, the person you told about your crush on him without mentioning his name, just hoping he would notice, just hoping he loved you back

But he never did notice, he loved you and you let him go, all because you were angry

You wished he was still talking to you, you wished you could both forget it, but you never forget something like that.

You had your brother to talk too sure, but it wasn’t the same, he would try and make you talk about your feelings, well, that was until he started dating Natasha, the people you love start relationships with people and stop speaking to you, the first time was your fault, so you were starting to think that the second time was also your fault.

You tried to talk to other people but they got bored of your science talk quickly, except Thor.

Thor talked to you whenever he could, whenever he didn’t have a mission or a meeting, he managed to find the time to talk to you.

Sometimes, the conversations were short and other times they lasted hours, he listened to you Vision problems, your Big Brother problems and your making friends problem.

He helped you come out of your shell again

Today he even managed to get you to walk down to the kitchen with him

You two were laughing away at a joke you told him, when you walked through the doors of the kitchen to see the one person you really didn’t want to see today, today was meant to be happy and filled with pancakes

But instead you were stuck with this

Vision looking straight at you, with a sad look on his face,

And Thor just had to ask him what was up

“Hey you look worse than Loki when he found out that our mother had died.”

“Wanda and I have, we have split up.” he said, his voice wavering

Thor walked up to him to pat him on the back

Whilst you just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say

On the one hand you were happy, on the other, you felt for him, you knew how it was to have your heart broken

You looked to Thor, silently telling him to leave, which he did

“I'm so sorry Vis.” You said in a small voice

He didn't reply he just looked at you

So you turned to walk away, but he stopped you

“Why are you sorry, this was not your fault in anyway, this was all me.” He told you

“I know, bu- wait it was all you, what did you do?” you asked him curiously

He sighed and looked at you, you looked down slightly

“As you know i’m not that well versed in the matters of the heart, she told me that she loves me and i got scared, because of what happened when you told me that you-” you look up at him, you felt tears willing themselves to fall

“I still love you.” he told you, walking up to you

He placed his hand on your cheek

You looked up at him, tears flowing freely

You placed your hands on his shoulders and he starts to lean down

He presses his lips to yours and you tagle your arms around his neck

He moves his hand down to your thigh and he lifts you onto the countertop

What started as an innocent kiss soon turned into a heated makeout session in the kitchen

When you both pulled apart for air, you both smiled at the other

He rested his forehead on yours

“I didn’t say it, but i still love you too.”

He chuckled lightly and kissed your nose

Vision lifted you up, placing your legs around his waist and carried you to your room

That was the night you, well, you two consummated the relationship

And possible scarred your brother for life

Hey, it’s Tony's fault that your rooms are next to each other

hehehehe like seriously im so awkward i cringed and blushed whilst writing some of this