#is so dear and so funny to me. babe. you're human. you're going to find weird annoying and offputting things attractive;

[tortoisesshells]

For the imaginary fic meme...These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You) + dealer's choice for the pairing? Please and thank you <3

from the inexplicable Prohibition AU for Customs & Duties that I'll never let die:

It wasn’t fair, how she was turning traitor on herself – as subtle as Mary had been at sixteen, thinking her stockinged feet after midnight couldn’t be heard on the stair, Nellie Treat’s thoughts were sneaking out. She noticed the green-and-orange packages of Lucky Strikes where she never had before, half-turned in the street when she heard a voice without the familiar Boston ways of speaking, felt – something – in the half-moment between realizing Aunt B had visitors and meeting Maude Colville or Ginny Brewster or any other friend. It was almost never him. It was a new kind of disappointment: a spark that had no purpose, a jab about the weather without an audience, she’d even begun smiling to think it was –   Well. She didn’t like it.

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10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car

(I don't have a licence and can't drive so this is just for fun OBVIOUSLY)

LISTEN, I love these characters. They are complex, they are human, they are flawed and yet you can't help but root for them. Or they are just giant assholes.

Regadless, I think they would all benefit from getting hit by a car as a little treat.

Feel free to tag yourselves and participate in a bit of lighthearted negativity and media complaining.

1) Ben From Never Let Me Go (2022)

Of course he would be on this list. Mainly because how are you, a closeted gay in a coming of age bl drama, sitting down in front of a piano next to a beautiful boy and not just completely eat his face in a passionate life altering kiss? I understand that was the whole point of the scene, but personally I would rise above the narrative that was trapping me.

2) Dan from Not Me (2021)

Being a cop, killing Sean's father and selling NFTs is bad enough on it's own, I agree. But Dan's biggest sin was taking the cigarette out of Yok's mouth and depriving us of seeing sad First Kanaphan smoking near a body of water-THE queer cinema experience.

As it turns out, you can be gay and homophobic at the same time.

3) Kenji from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)

So you have funky hair and kawnty fashion sense? Oh, you partake in fun bathtub threesomes? What, you're a little unhinged and psychotic? Perfect! THEN WHY THE HELL YOU SUCK AT BEING A VILLAIN SO HARD HUH???

Kenji you better put your helmet on, I'm turning on the engine.

4) Kanghan from Dangerous Romance (2023)

Rich people don't deserve rights in general so Kang was already on thin ice to begin with. But being a bully on top of that? UNDER THE HOOD OF THE CAR YOU GO!

Also he is so attention starved on account of his father being a negligent asshole that he will jump in front of my car willingly just to get a drop of love from dad and Sailom.

5) Yu Xi Gu from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)

(I'm so so incredibly sorry but I HAD to okay you don't underst- *gets shot immediately*)

6) Mork from Fish Upon The Sky (2021)

I looked at Pond for 0.1 second and fell so embarrasingly in love that for the entirety of FUTS I saw no flaws in Mork's character at all. All he did made sense and I was blissfuly having a great time! So I'm pummeling him to the ground for my own sake I CAN'T KEEP BEING THIS STUPID ABOUT HIM HE IS OBJECTIVELY CREEPY!

7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)

Was he in my "I want them carnally" list? Yes. Do I find him beautiful and incredible? Double yes. Am I smearing him on asphalt like a squished bug for causing Mark so much unnecessary pain and heartbreak? More likely than you think.

8) Jiwoo from To My Star/ To My Star 2 (2021-22)

MY BEAUTIFUL BOY!! A crumb of healthy communication is all I'm asking for!

Jiwoo was so emotionally bricked up for the majority of both seasons that it caused ME damage. So me hitting him with my car is both a revenge plot and an attempt to let loose some of those pent up feelings of his.

(But also I'm dead meat if Seojoon finds out it was me behind the wheel. He loves that boy too much.)

9) Zee from Twins (2023-24)

I'm volunteering to do this as public service to keep Sprite and First together without any twins switch drama. One gremlin down, one successful volleyball couple UP!!

10) Winner from Pit Babe (2023-24)

I want to do it as an experiment. I feel like he would make a funny sound under the wheels, like when you sqeeze clown's nose or step on a rubber duck. I would also like to see how this will affect his character. Will he become even more annoying? Will it fix him completely? ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!!

(This was so fun I love inflicting imaginary violence on fictional men. If you read this far into this incoherent insanity, consider yourself tagged!💖)

[junko-en0shima]

Under Her Spell - Pirate! Eddie Munson x Mermaid! Reader (Pt.2)

Summary: Eddie tells his crew about you, but they don't believe it at all... until a letter from you is found.

Warning: angsts (there will be a few more chapters, so it will have a happy ending, I promise).

A/N: Hi, babes! I wanted to tag some people that requested to be tagged in pt.2 so @rockautumnfanfic @cherrycolas-things @moonyinthewonderland @cyberghost1009 enjoy! ^^

*Comments and reblogs are appreciated!*

Eddie couldn't think of anything else, but you and only you; he even lost sight of his first goal.

"She was beautiful, the most precious creature I ever saw in my life." He was telling the crew about what he saw that night while they were hiding from you and your fishy friends, craving love from a jolly sailor bold.

Dustin looked at him and then at his mates before to burst into the strongest laugh Eddie ever heard from him; Steve and other kids bursted as well.

"What's so funny?!" He asked, pulling out his sword.

"Do you think we believe you saw a giant female fish talking to you?" Dustin kept laughing by himself as the others realized Eddie could have fallen under your spell.

"You told me first!" Eddie protested because it was him and Jeff to be afraid of mermaids first and now they didn't believe that anymore.

"Did you fall under that fishy girl spell?" Steve asked, his hands on his belt and a serious look painted on his face with worry.

"Don't talk shit to me, Harrington! I, Captain Eddie Munson, would never fall for a stupid love spell! My heart is devoted to the treasure we've been looking for over four years and only to it."

"Whatever you say." Steve gave up.

"Hey, what's that?" Dustin motioned his mates to come to see as he spotted a floating bottle in the water.

Everybody went to see and they were shocked.

Who could've thrown that, some castaway stuck on an island asking for help or some clue meant to guide them to the treasure... or was that from you?

Steve picked it up with a fishing net and noticed a piece of paper through the glass; he removed the cork to pull it out and give it a quick read before to hand it to Eddie.

"For you, man."

Eddie looked at Steve concerned, then his eyes directly fell on the letter; he was surprised none of the words faded away with water, was that written with some sort of magic ink?

But his eyes widened when he noticed your sign at the end of the paper, realizing that letter was from you.

"My dear jolly sailor bold,

though we've been looking into each other's eyes for just a second, my heart is devoted to you and only you now. I'm grateful to The Bloody Moon and your boldness for guiding you to me. I can't wait to see you next time; in the meantime, I'll sit down and count all the shells under the sea, waiting for you. Oh, I also drew a map behind this paper that will guide you and your crew to the island you're looking for. Tonight me and my comrades are going to emigrate to north; whatever you need a guide, you can find me there. They don't trust humans at all, especially pirates, but I do; I know all you guys are looking for is gold, jewerly and anything precious existing in this cruel world. I hope we can greet each other tonight,nI swear to Neptune I'll try my best unbestknowning of them. I love you, to The Bloody Moon and back.

Sincerely yours,

- (Y/n)."

"Well, guess we should've believed him from the beginning." Dustin kinda apologized.

"See, I told ya'- hey!"

Erika stole the letter from him and read it as well. "Looks like love at first sight." She commented.

Eddie took his love letter back and held it close to his chest. "I swear on Dustin's mother she's real and I'll show you, tonight!"

"Oh, I can't wait." Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms to his chest.

When night fell, Eddie tried his best to keep the whole crew awake to wait for the next Blood Moon to introduce you to them.

Jeff gave up and fell asleep and so did Gareth... before Eddie stepped heavily to wake them up.

Now that they all were awake, they waited for a few seconds before the red light of the moon shined against the water to reveal a pack of mermaids swimming against the tide.

The other members of the crew gasped; they had no words to describe the magnificence of the event, but Eddie smiled as his eyes looked for you through the pack.

Suddenly you left the pack to swim up to the surface to meet his sight.

"Hi, sweetheart. How you've been doing?"

"I was sad... until I found you waiting for me."

Eddie could swear, his heart felt like a beating mess like it was about to pop out of his thick chest.

"This is my crew, darling." He pointed at the kids and his first mate.

"Nice to meet you all." You smiled at them.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n)." Erika greeted you happily.

"You were right, Eddie." Dustin admited. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you."

"Consider yourself as forgiven, Henderson." Eddie accepted his apologies.

At that point, a lantern lighted up in Erika's head and she tried to ask: "Do you think you can guide us to the treasure?"

You took a few seconds to think about that... until you felt a hand grab your wrist and squeeze so hard; you forgot you were under the orders of the king, the one who guided the pack, he didn't trust the humans at all and what was worst is that he was your father.

"How many times have you been told you don't have to interact with sailors?!" He yelled, squeezing your arm even harder, you felt like it burned.

"And you!" He turned to Eddie, Steve and the kids. "Don't you dare to approach my daughter!"

He pointed to the sky and a bunch of dark clouds covered it all like a thunderstorm was about to come and you disappeared underwater with your father, the king.

"(Y/n)!" Eddie screamed.

"I knew it was a trap!" Steve yelled as he tried his best to save their supplies.

Thunders exploded in the sky like gun powder and the rain suddenly begun to pour.

Eddie ran to the helm, trying to control the ship, but the waves were turning higher and it was impossible to control.

The biggest wave of them all, the biggest wave they had ever seen in a thunderstorm ate the ship and they were suddenly wrapped in the deepest darkness.

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[muddyorbsblr]

winter warmers collection: excuses & opportunities

See all the Winter Warmers pieces here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, really…this is a fluff piece; maybe a few words Mr Satchel wouldn't approve of idk… [let me know if i missed something!]

"Hey, Thunderbirds, look up," Stark hollered from his seat in the common area at Thor and Jane, who were currently engrossed in a conversation by the kitchen. They turned to look at Stark, who simply pointed at something over their heads. 

The couple looked up at the mistletoe seemingly innocently hanging above their heads, giving each other a beaming smile before he leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips that got the astrophysicist giggling against him. 

You felt the couch dip beside you and you looked over, stifling a blushing smile, as you saw Loki occupying the space next to you. "I'm afraid I'm going to need to be apprised on this particular Midgardian tradition, dear Y/N," he started, pointing towards his brother and Jane. "The plant…" 

The curiosity on his face caused you to giggle, prompting an amused smile to grace his features.

"What is it that you've found so amusing, darling?" 

Despite your logic protesting that it was completely unwarranted, your heart still skipped a beat whenever he called you that. Especially when he paired that up with draping his arm on the couch behind you, shifting ever so slightly closer to you so that his thigh was pressed to yours. 

And now it was the proximity making you giggle. You took a breath to calm yourself before answering. "It's just a bit funny to me that you're curious about mistletoe when the legends here on Earth kind of…pin the origin story of mistletoe on you." 

Sadly he didn't seem to find that amusing, because his little smile faded into a grimace at your words. "I suppose that would be something along the lines of me using the plant to kill someone," he inferred with a scoff, the pain evident in his eyes as he realized that this was yet another thing humans blamed him for. 

"I'll skip the misinformation, then," you told him, placing your hand on his knee without thinking and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Stupid humans probably got it all wrong anyways." He turned his gaze to you, his eyes full of visible disbelief at your words. "How about we go straight to the tradition part?" 

He gave you a soft smile as he nodded slowly. "I would quite like that, darling. Thank you," he said in hushed tones, trying to keep your conversation your own as more of the team entered the common area. You tried to keep your breathing steady as he covered your hand with his. 

"Well the tradition is that whenever two people are standing under mistletoe, they're 'obligated' to kiss. The superstitionbehind that being that if a woman refuses a kiss under the mistletoe, she'll be unfruitful in her relationships until the next Christmas." 

"That's coercion," he grumbled, clearly disagreeing with the latter half of the information you just departed.

You shrugged. "You're not wrong, Mischief. But it's mostly lighthearted fun nowadays. Now, if two people get caught under the mistletoe, they can choose to do what your brother and his girlfriend just did, or they can be playful about it if they're not that into each other. There's a workaround for everything," you finished lightheartedly. 

"Babes, we're back and we have the supplies!" Nat called out to you as she and Wanda crossed the common area and walked straight to the kitchen. 

"We've also procured the baby," Wanda topped off as little Morgan Stark trailed in behind her, her little feet running straight to you as she caught sight of you sitting on the couch.

"Auntie Y/N!" she squealed as she jumped into your lap. "Come on, we're making cookies for Santa!" She proceeded to pull on your free hand as she hopped off onto the floor.

"Alright, baby, I'm coming I'm coming," you answered with a chuckle, turning back to the god beside you. "Well, that's my cue…" you trailed off as you slowly rose from the couch, stifling a smile as you realized that despite the motion, he hadn't let go of your hand yet.

You fought not to blush as you watched him bring your hand up to his lips. "Thank you, darling. For--For your kindness. Your patience." He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours until he released your hand with a smile that lit up his eyes, tugging at your heartstrings. 

"Anytime, Mischief," you breathed out, allowing yourself to be tugged into the kitchen by the tiny Stark.

"Thanks for making sure Morgan doesn't catch wind of us tonight, jellybean," Tony whispered as you closed the door to his daughter's room after tucking her in, promising her that when she woke up in a few short hours, Santa's gifts for her would be under the tree. Meanwhile, Tony was busy in the common area setting up those very gifts under the tree for her and snacking on the contents of the plate of "cookies for Santa".

"Sure thing, Tony. But you do know that sooner or later you have to tell her that this is all a big illusion, right? There is no Santa?" you shot back as you walked down the hall towards your apartment.

"Eh. She's a little genius. Hopefully she'll figure it out herself and we don't have to break the news to her and be the bad guys that took away Santa." You rolled your eyes at his preferred outcome. "When it's your turn, jellybean, you'll realize that you're gonna wanna avoid as many of the tough conversations as you can. And that the whole Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy aren't real is a very tough conversation." 

"Good thing I'm perpetually alone then," you shot back. "Not gonna have to worry about those conversations any time soon." 

"Really? No plans? No even with a certain god you had a conversation with about mistletoe recently?" You shot the billionaire a look that had him putting his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it, Y/N. Bambi hates damn near everyone in this team. He tolerates Thor and Jane because they're his family. But you? He likes you." 

"Maybe you're mistaking tolerance for lack of hostility because surprise surprise, Tony, I actually try to be nice to him," you quipped, poking him in the shoulder to emphasize your point. 

"Believe what you wanna believe, jellybean, but the second you two get together, you give me your 'You were right and I was wrong' speech in front of the entire team. Without a shred of sarcasm. From you or Rock of Ages." You stepped into the elevator as you rolled your eyes at his confidence. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. Ready that speech." 

"Merry fuck you, too, Stark." 

Once you got to the hall leading to your apartment, you nearly stopped in your tracks once you caught sight of Loki waiting by the door. "Hey, Mischief…" you said cautiously, greeting him with a tentative smile. "What's up?" 

With a wave of his hand, a gift box appeared in a flash of green, landing softly in your hands. "I would rather we not have an audience when I gave you your gift." 

A strange feeling bloomed in your heart. Something almost feeling like…hope. Hope that maybe--even though it meant that you needed to prepare a speech--just maybe Stark was actually on to something. "You didn't have to get me anything," you told him, your voice coming out so faintly it could have been a whisper.

He placed his hands over yours, giving them a slight squeeze. "I know. I wished to give you something regardless," he answered you with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

You lifted the lid of the box to find a black soft leather journal with a gold clasp. Running your fingers across the cover, the quality of the leather and the metal made it obvious that he'd put an insane amount of consideration into its selection. The realization nearly sucked all the air out of your lungs. "It's--It's exquisite," you stammered, finding it exceedingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You couldn't even muster the confidence to look at him. "Thank you, Loki." 

"There's something else there, darling Y/N." Your heart caught in your throat at the endearment. "Open the cover." 

You did as he instructed, undoing the clasp and pulling back the cover to find a small scrap of paper inside saying Look up. When you did, all you could do was let out a soft gasp at the sight of him holding a little sprig of mistletoe over your heads. 

His gaze never left yours as he cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in slowly until he touched his lips to yours in a soft kiss. "Merry Christmas," he murmured against your lips as he kissed you again, feeling his smile as you kissed him back.

Dammit, you thought to yourself. I gotta get started on that speech.

But as you heard your apartment door open and Loki gently took the little gift box from your hands to place it on the entry table so that he could lift you into his arms, carrying you to your bedroom, you decided that a little public speech was definitely more than worth it. 

A/N: I literally put writing requests on pause in order to create this on this fine Thursday because I was swimming with ideas but I knew ultimately that I wanted to start with something fluffy that involved mistletoe. Could I still come up with something along the way that leans more toward the smutty side of things? Maybe…😏

I highly encourage you all to check out all the stories in the first link, because they've been lovingly created by fellow Loki writers and they're all amazing cozy Winter-themed pieces that feel like a fluffy warm blanket. Yes, even the smut feels like a warm fluffy blanket; they just do. 💖🤍

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[clownistyping]

The Neverending Story, Chapter 22

Uhh heavy make out but nothing sexual. Also fluff and reader says the three magic words

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Cover by @laneygthememequeen

"Will you visit?" You asked as you stood at the doorway with your two guests, Beetlejuice right next to you. 

"Of course we will, it was an honor to meet the strongest immortal." Lulu said and kissed your hand, Rimsha slapped her back. 

"Control yourself dear." She looked at you and smiled, 

"Your home is beautiful, and your plant is so funny!" Rimsha laughed and you followed, 

"Oh Audrey? Yea he can be a real trickster." Beetlejuice laughed and noticed a vine reaching towards Rimsha, he stomped on it. 

"Roaches." 

You waved the couple goodbye as they left on their journey back to their homes, over the week the two stayed in your home you learned so much. 

You learned that you should've been more active in the human cultures, should've fought in riots and walked in parades like Rimsha. You should've investigated the seas more, and stay at the bottom of the ocean to see what you could find like Lulu. 

Instead you just journeyed lands and waved at people from afar, only gaining close friendships that sadly only lasted as long as the person's life span would let them. 

You still have time to do all of those things but will you push yourself to? Hopefully but that's for future you to decide. 

Looking up at Beetlejuice as he shut the doors, he smiled down at you. 

"It's quiet.." you said and he pulled you close,

"What, You like it loud?" He teased and you laughed pushing him away. 

"Guess you'll have to find out." You said and he pulled you back, his tongue rolled out. 

It was black and white striped and looked..slimy. You blushed from the sight of it, it slithered towards you and licked your face, you scrunch up your face. Opening your mouth to complain but he stuck his tongue down your throat.

Pulling you in for a deep kiss you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands slithered down your legs and gripped your ass, you let out a small moan and he pulled away. Retracting his tongue he licked his lips, you were panting. Your hands were slowly moving into his hair, scratching at his head he let out a grunt. 

Hiding his face in your neck he licked you, his tongue wrapped around your neck completely and you let out a gasp. 

"Wow." You said as he chuckled, retracting his tongue he sucked on your neck. 

"Do friends do this?" He muttered and you groaned,

"What?" You asked in a haze, he lifted you and pushes you against the wall. 

"Do friends do this?" He said again. 

"Wait what?" You snapped out of your haze and looked down at him, he was flushed and a mess. 

"You said,  I'm your friend.. do friends literally shove their tongues down your throat." 

You slapped your hand onto your face, 

"Is that what this is about?" You gestured to you against the wall. He shook his head, 

"Um.. I'm not gonna say no." 

"Jesus christ." You wiggled out of his grip and huffed, he looked down at you his cheeks puffed. 

"Beej, I'm sorry." He flinched, sorry? He didn't expect you to apologize for calling him a friend. 

"I guess I called you my friend because like.." you scratched the back of your neck, 

"I don't really know what we are." You gesture in between the both of you. 

"Oh." 

"Yeah." 

"I thought that we were ya know dating. Partners in crime, lovers till the end, ya know not death because y-"

You laughed and he stopped talking, 

"Well you never asked me out." 

"Dates are still a thing? Thought they were rare like rain in the desert or getting the usb right on the first try." You squinted at Beetlejuice who shook his head 

"Fine uh, ya wanna go on a date. I got ya covered." He snapped his fingers and suddenly you were both sitting on a balcony on iron chairs with an iron table that had a basket of bread. Beetlejuice wore a striped shirt with a beret. The sun was setting over the Eiffel tower. 

"Dinner in Paris." 

"Eh been there done that." You chuckled and he glared at you, snapping his fingers. You appeared in a laser tag room. 

"Laser tag?" You shoot him with your laser and laughed. He growled and snapped his fingers, 

You both appeared in an old vintage car that was in drive in movies. Looking at the car next to you you saw two teens making out. 

You looked at Beetlejuice who wore a leather jacket and his hair was slicked back, you shake your head and he groaned. 

Next you were in a museum, surrounded by art you shrugged. "Liked the original's more." 

Then you landed in a park, sitting on a picnic blanket with a picnic basket. You smiled and he cheered to himself, 

"This is nice." You opened the basket only for roaches and beetles to crawl out. 

"Nevermind." Beetlejuice groaned again and you both appeared back in your home. 

"I can never satisfy you, can I?" He plopped onto the couch in defeat you sat next to him. 

"You don't have to satisfy me, if anything ya just gotta make me happy. Which you're doing great at." 

"Really?" He perked up and you nodded, 

"Yea you always do, Beej." 

"Like everyday?" 

"More like every minute." You pinched his cheeks and he laughed, pulling you in for a tight hug he smothered you in kisses. 

"Oh babes! Thank you so much!" He smiled into your chest and you patted his head, smiling down at him. 

"I love you, Beej." You said and his eyes widened and he sat up. 

"Say that again?" He said, you looked away in panic. 

"Haha! More like every minute." He shook his head, 

"No! Not that, what you said a millisecond ago."

"Oh haha. That." You sighed, 

"I love you?" You said, 

"Do you?" He said with a brow raised. 

"Do I what?" 

"Love me?" 

"Of course, Beej. God I." Your hands grabbed his, 

"I know this sounds cheesy but. I'd honestly die for you Beej." You nervously chuckled and he blushed. 

"Don't." He held your face, 

"Don't die for me, just..just stay alive for me. Can you do that?" You nodded, 

"Anything for you." 

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[elusive---ivory]

The Woman In Velvet pt 8

Aaaa, this took way too long, but here we are

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, and self harm

Masterlist (masterlist isn't working rn, will try to update it later)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Taglist:

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Sandy sat next to Arthur in the hospital room. His mother laid next to the two of them. Gently comforting Arthur, Sandy rubbed his back. His eyes stayed focused on his mother.

"She'll be fine, sweetheart. I'm gonna go get a coffee. Do you want one?" Sandy got up, kissing Arthur's forehead.

"Yeah," He whispered, gently.

Sandy walked down to the hospital's cafeteria, grabbing two black coffees.

"So in a world where everyone thinks they can do my job. Get a load of this guy, who thinks that if you just keep laughing, people will think you're funny." Murray Franklin spoke through the television screen. Sandy looked over at Arthur, who was holding onto his mother's hand.

Sandy never liked Murray Franklin, it always reminded her of her uncle's cigars. It made her shiver. She knew how much Murray meant to Arthur, even though she didn't care about the guy all that much, she loved seeing Arthur happy.

"You know, haha, I hated school, ha, when I was a kid. I, ha ha, h-hated school. My mother would say 'You should enjoy it, one day you'll have to work for a living.' No, I won't, ma. I'm gonna be a comedian."

Arthur's eyes were glued on the television screen. He turned over to Sandy, and grabbed her hand, pointing at the TV to prove it was him. She smiled, holding his hand.

"Heh, you should've listened to your mother." Murray said, as the audience roared with laughter. "Play another clip, Bobby. I love this guy."

Another clip of Arthur's stand up began to play.

"When I told people I was gonna be a comedian, everyone laughed at me. Well, no one's laughing now."

"You can say that again, pal." Murray commented.

Arthur's joy quickly became anger. He let out of Sandy's hand.

"Now, this is my personal favorite. Some girl runs up on stage, and kisses the guy. Makes me think she's an actress getting paid to do it."

It was Sandy running up onstage, kissing Arthur. There was a bunch of ooos and ahhs from the audience.

Sandy glared at the TV. "What an asshole." She mumbled, under her breath. Sandy looked over at Arthur.

Arthur didn't look at her. He had a strong grimace on his face.

"Are you real?" He asked. He turned around to Sandy. "Or are you just a 'paid actress'?" Arthur spat out the word 'actress.' Arthur's emerald eyes bored into Sandy head.

Sandy smiled gently at Arthur. "Darling, I'm as real as you are now. I'm a real life, breathing human being. I love you, Arthur." Sandy held Arthur's hand close to her chest.

Arthur felt frozen in place as he felt Sandy's heartbeat steady in his palm. He leaned in the crook of her neck, keeping his hand on her chest.

"Let's go, Artie." Sandy smiled, kissing his head.

"Ok." He whispered, softly.

Sandy led Arthur to his apartment. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you in your apartment? I'd be more than happy to." She asked, politely.

"I'll be ok." Arthur jiggled his keys opening his front door. Sandy turned away, walking towards the elevator.

"Hey, Sandy." Arthur called.

Sandy turned around. "Yeah." She called back.

"Could you stay?" Arthur asked, meekly.

She smiled. "Of, course."

Sandy sat comfortably on the couch with Arthur on her lap.

"Fuck Thomas Wayne and Fuck the system." An angry protester shouted on the television. It seemed like Thomas Wayne was all over the news, as well as the riots and the protesters.

Sandy wasn't paying attention. Her hands subconsciously ran through Arthur's hair.

"So, Wayne manor didn't go well?" She asked, slowly falling asleep.

"No, it didn't. Maybe tomorrow." Arthur mumbled against her thighs, watching closely to the television screen.

"Maybe." Sandy repeated. "Tomorrow's that rally. That sure sounds like fun. I never did like Thomas Wayne."

Arthur lifted his head up from her lap. "Why not?"

Sandy shrugged, not answering his question.

She looked up at the TV screen. "My uncle died today." Sandy said, aloud. Her face held no emotion.

Arthur looked up at her. His eyes filled up with remorse. "Oh. That must be hard." Arthur got up to her eye level.

Sandy started laughing hysterically. "Ha, you know what's funny, Art. He can't hurt me anymore. Just like Dennis. Those poor, poor, fucking bastards."

Arthur got off of Sandy's lap. He looked at her in shock. Her laughter was uncharacteristic.

"Why should we feel sorry? Because I'll tell you one thing, Art. I haven't felt a single bit of remorse since those fuckers croaked." Sandy's laughter subsided.

It clicked in Arthur. "Wow." Arthur's laughter was triggered from Sandy's.

"Laugh it up, baby. Life is a comedy. That's why people laugh, because laughter takes your breath away. Much like a kiss." Sandy picked up a cigarette that was lying on the floor.

Arthur continued his laughter. "Y-you're right, Sandy. Ha, ha, ha."

She smirked holding the cigarette in her mouth.

His laughter subsided. He looked up at Sandy with pain in his eyes. "You're just like me. I've never met someone like you. Someone that understands." Arthur looked down at Sandy's arm. He saw the burn in the center of her arm. "What happened there?" He pointed to it.

She lit the cigarette in her mouth and looked at him shrugging.

Arthur held Sandy's arm. "Please don't." He kissed Sandy's burn. "Please, dear."

Arthur's pitiful expression was too much for Sandy. She held him close and broke down crying. "I love you, Arthur."

He smiled returning the favor. "I love you too." He kissed her cheek gently.

Sandy laid on Arthur's chest, feeling his heartbeat. His heart made a soft beat lulling her too sleep.

The sun shined through the window, beaming on Sandy's forehead. Her nose twitched as she opened her eyes to her surroundings. She was laying in bed next to a sleeping Arthur. Sandy smiled at his sleeping figure, leaning over giving him a kiss on his forehead. Arthur's sleepy ocean green eyes slowly opened.

"Good morning." Sandy smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Hmmm." Arthur mumbled, pulling Sandy closer.

"Hey, are you heading to the rally tonight?" She fluffed his hair a little bit, trying to get his attention.

Arthur mumbled something that sounded like a yes.

Sandy smiled. She got off the bed. Arthur made a faint whine.

"What? I have to get my stuff from my apartment." She giggled. "I'm off from work, but I still gotta check my messages. I'll be back."

Arthur lifted his head, tilting it slightly at Sandy. "You promise?"

Sandy kissed his head. "I promise."

She walked out of the bedroom, giving Arthur a small glance.

Sandy walked up to her apartment, using the stairs. The elevator was getting fixed, so she couldn't use that. Once she entered her apartment, Sandy went to her kitchen. The rats had gotten into her fridge and chewed up her paper towels and all her remaining food. She sighed, rubbing her temples. Sandy tapped on the answering machine.

"You have (1) new message." The same monotonous voice said.

"Voicemail 1:

Sandy? Hi! It's your cousin, Deliah. I've sure you've heard about our dad. Destiny has been been living out in the country for a while, but she'll be home in time for the wake. Since, Daddy's funeral isn't until tomorrow, I wanted ask if we could hang. It hasn't been the same since you've moved to the bad part of Gotham. Not to mention with the riots going on, it'd be nice to catch up."

The message ended.

Sandy rolled her eyes. She picked up the phone and dialed some numbers.

"Sandy! Hi Sugar! How are you?" Deliah's Jersey accent called through the phone.

"I've been fine, Dee. How about you?" Sandy said, tired. She had played through the motions in her head.

Dee wasn't a sort of trustworthy person. She had a long history of drug abuse, and was a trust fund baby at it's finest.

"Oh, I've been better. Ya know, I'm heading to this bar, tonight, down by Wayne Hall. You should come." Dee said, excitedly through the phone.

"I don't know, Dee." Sandy sighed.

"Come on, Sandy. I know tensions are high right now, but you should really loosen up. It'll be great for ya. Who knows maybe we can find you a lucky guy?" Dee teased on the phone.

Sandy scoffed. "I think I'm all set."

"Sandy, please. I'm begging. It'll be fun. I promise." Dee whined.

"Ugh. Fine, okay. If you'll excuse me, I have to get going." Sandy groaned, rubbing her temples.

"Great! See ya at 6." Dee hung up the phone.

Sandy gently put the phone back on the kitchen counter. She had cleaned up her kitchen, and decided to head back downstairs again.

Arthur had already gotten up. He cleaned up around his apartment. He heard a familiar knock at the door. Arthur walked over and opened the door.

He smiled widely. "Hey, I was beginning to worry about you." Arthur said, half jokingly.

"Yeah, one of my cousins, Dee, called. She wants me to come with her to some bar." Sandy sighed, frustrated while sitting on the couch.

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed into a frown. "You're not going, are you?"

"I didn't say no." Sandy shrugged.

Arthur looked down, turning his back to Sandy. "Ok." He said, coolly.

She put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, dear. It's near Wayne Hall. It will be lame." Her reassurance wasn't enough.

"Uh-huh." He answered back, sharply.

"Arthur, babe, please don't act like this. I know it's unexpected, but Dee kept pestering me, besides the funeral's tomorrow and I-"

Arthur cut Sandy off with a glare. He walked up to her and hugged her tightly.

"You are mine." He growled through his teeth.

Sandy's eyes widened. "Arthur I-"

Arthur cupped her face, and cut her off again with a kiss. Sandy kissed back, putting her hands around his neck. She back up into a wall. Arthur pulled away.

Sandy smirked. "Do you really think that would convince me not to go?"

Arthur looked down, backing away from Sandy. "Yeah." He smirked back. "Did it work?"

"Almost." Sandy giggled, kissing his forehead.

Arthur frowned, again.

Sandy gently pet Arthur's head. "Hey, I'll be back before the rally. I love you, Art." She kissed his forehead.

Arthur wanted to trust her. He felt happiness around her. He didn't want that happiness to go away.

"I love you too, Sandy. You're my everything." Arthur's eyes dilated.

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 17

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 5, Chapter 10, Chapter 15, Last Chapter

Writing Masterlist - for previous chapters not otherwise linked, Read on AO3

Notes (I guess): Happy school year in two weeks, folks.

Not gonna lie, I actually had a plan for this chapter, and then forgot it. So... yeah, not the most cohesive or best chapter, but I got it out, and it’s nice, and I like it this way because it’s a break from the wave of panic attacks and mild transphobia the last chapter or two.

Yes, I’m back home now, and I’m doing actually much better mentally and physically than I have since September till June. But the chapters are gonna take a while longer to write from now on, because I’m about to join the scary world of job searching for the unstable ADHD brain, not to mention being involved in three regular ttrpg campaigns (where I play a halfling sorcerer, and a half-elf bard, and also DM the third one), so... my brain is busy. But I promise this fic isn’t going on hiatus! I’m still extremely dedicated and excited to be writing this fic. I love it so much. Honest.

As per every chapter, thanks go to @whatwashernameagain for KHS and for generally being a wonderful human, to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for putting up with my fangirl-levels of excitement over everything (and coming up with the original idea), to @winglessnymph, @asleepybisexual and @anony-phangirl - who, while I know they’ve all fallen out of the loop, continue to have long-lasting effects on this fic as a whole - and new to this list, to @ilovemygaydad, who I’ve asked to beta this fic for me and I hope they’d have time for that starting with the next chapter.

Happy start of college and good luck, my darling dear child. I love you.

Tag list (sort of): @bunny222, @ab-artist, @sweet-and-sour-shadowling, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters, @violetblossem, @maybe-i-like-the-misery, @book-of-charlie, @thatsanswitch, @thatrandomautist, @thebiggestgaypirate, @marshmallow-the-panda

(Wanna be tagged? Lemme know!)

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter is light on the transphobia, but includes aphobia, deadnaming, panphobia (yes, pansexuality was a term in the early 00s, as I learned just half an hour ago) and vague mentions of child abuse.

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Sunday, July 27th, 2003

Incoming call: 218-357-5555

"Ye—"

"Remy? I didn't forget your number? Oh good!"

"...Emile?"

"Yeah?"

"...what's this phone number, darling?"

"Oh! Yeah, I… my phone died, so I got a new one! Sorry I didn't tell you sooner… but, umm, I'm gonna get to the point, yeah okay, happy birthday!"

"Thank… you…? Em, you shouldn't have—"

"Ah, but see, that's where you're wrong! Because I had to, because I said that I have to! You're my best friend in the whole world, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't at least call you to say happy birthday?"

"You're precious, darling."

"Thank you! Oh, did you get my gift yet? I sent it to you in the mail last month! Did you—"

"I did, it was… well, it was unexpected, I'd give you that. Where did you even find a Jack mug anyway?"

"Disneyland…?"

"...you know what, that's fair."

"Yeah! So, happy birthday! I'll be in Manhattan next week, so like… do you wanna go see a show or something…? I haven't seen the Gypsy revival yet…"

"...it's a date, then. But you're paying."

"Yes, yes of course! It's gonna be alright, okay? You trust me?"

"With my life."

"Yay! Okay, okay, umm… yeah. I miss you! Happy birthday!"

"Thank—"

"I gotta go right now at this second it's my cousin's bat mitzvah in two days and I need to get my suit and everything but I'll call you tomorrow evening too okay?"

"Sure… have fun, darling."

"Thank you! Okay, bye!"

—————

"India M—"

"Why didn't you tell me Emile has a new number? I cannot fucking believe you!"

"He wanted to do it himself, peach. On your birthday."

"Okay… okay, I guess that's fair…"

"Happy birthday, too."

"Thanks, mom…"

"So… how'd you spend the week?"

"Nothing big happened… my dad took me to see Nina West last night. It was the fucking best."

"I'll bet. Did you have fun?"

"So much fun! She's fan-fucking-tastic. Honestly. I'd give anything for her to either do me or spare a bit of her funny to me."

"Wow… gay much?"

"Shut up."

"Don't worry, it's fine. I still need to take Jenna to a drag show sometime. Did anyone hit on you…?"

"You'll be surprised how many people hit on my dad, actually. But no. I actually broke up with Chris today because of this."

"Oh? Do tell."

"It wasn't… much. He called me a couple hours ago to say happy birthday, which is fine if you ask me but I just… it ended in him trying to talk me into not talking to Emile again. And that's normal, okay, ain't something I can't handle. But he said ‘sure he's asexual, when he isn't spreading his legs to everyone he's asexual'."

"...did he seriously think he can get away with it?"

"India, no—"

"I don't give a fuck anymore, peach. I'm not going to beat him up, you have nothing to worry about, I just… this shit is so fucking infuriating!"

"I know. But hey, look at the bright side. Ulysses and Mandy said they'll take over next year, I'm gonna let them know. He won't be back."

"That's… that's true. I'll call Mandy later. Don't worry about it. Just… what then?"

"Then I told him that it wasn't his choice, he didn't choose any of it, so he said ‘just like you couldn't choose to stay a girl, Rebecca'."

"...oh yeah. Yeah, definitely. I'm telling Mandy. She'll deck him for sure next time she sees him."

"Thanks, mom. I just… I so wanted to deck him right then! So I gave him a piece of my mind, broke up with him and hung up and deleted his number. Now we wait and see what's gonna happen."

"Good boy. I taught you well."

"Thanks… again… he also said that asexuality isn't real, and—"

"I'm flying down to Texas right now to sock him. I took karate for three years. I can do this."

"India, no… hon. Babe. You need to get settled in DC. You need to—"

"I'm buying the plane tickets right now, Remy! Watch me!"

"—You need to get your life together and get your master's degree. You do not, however, need to go break the nuts of someone who doesn't deserve your attention—"

"Who's the older and wiser one of us?"

"Right now? Not you. You told me this very thing when I wanted to kill that asshole who made a joke out of Emmy, I'm telling you this now. Don't."

"...fine. But if I ever do get the opportunity, I'm doing it."

"Good for you."

"Nobody plays my kids dirty like that."

"You go, mom."

"I will! Oh shit, I have to go!"

"What? Why—"

"I forgot Jenna's parents are coming over today and I need to go pick them up from the airport. I'll call you later to keep catching up, okay peach?"

"Okay, but—"

"Awesome, happy birthday, we love you! See you in two weeks!"

"...see y—"

—————

"...Remy?"

"Good evening, Linda… where's Leah?"

"...and here I thought you called to talk to me. But I suppose I'm only your mother, nothing—"

"Mom, please, I'll talk to you after I tell Leah something really important."

"Alright, I'm sorry. But you got the package we sent you, didn't you?"

"I did, I… I just don't understand. You painted that…?"

"Who else would sign my name on a canvas, Remy?"

"You're… right. I'm sorry. It's very nice. Thank you."

"Happy birthday, son."

"Thank… you…"

"...hello?"

"Leah…? Leah, sweetie, can you hear me?"

"Remy! Oh, oh oh oh Remy I told you I'd tell you about my camp and—"

"And how was your time at camp? Take a breath and then tell me."

"Okay! Okay, so, so we were in the woods, and in cabins, and I kinda wanted to sleep in tents but it didn't happen and it was kinda disappointing but I can always do that later, and…"

—————

August 2003

There was a blackout as Remy was trying to write an essay Dr. Gilliam asked of his class.

So his dad put him on a bus to Georgia, which is why he's making do right now at doing his schoolwork with two children running around.

"We gotta go bowling too!" Leah whispered excitedly. For the fifteenth time this hour. "And then we need ice cream, and, umm, I know where the puppies are, and—"

"Leah, love, I need to finish this essay for school right now. Give me a couple minutes, about twenty, and I'll be with you, okay?"

"Okay!"

Remy couldn't be happier to be there at that moment. He had a plane ticket booked to Boston, his rooming was already set at Lowell, the papers have all been set and he was about to room with Emile, Mandy called him the other day to ask if he'd like to help her run the queer society meetings (and of course he said yes)...

And then there was a crashing sound. And a crying toddler sound. And he had to put his laptop aside to go check on Rachel.

More like run to the kitchen to check on Rachel, who was now standing in front of broken pieces of cheap china and bawling her eyes out.

"No, sweetie, it's okay…" he picked her up and started playing with her hair, hoping to calm her down. "We're gonna clean this, okay? What were you doing with the plate?"

"Tea party!"

"You wanna have a tea party?" She nodded, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. "Okay… okay. Let's wash your face, then pick up the pieces, and then make some tea and have a tea party with your dollies. Okay, love?"

She nodded again, and he kind of had no choice. So he did what he said he'd do, sitting Rachel down in her high chair as he cleaned the broken pieces, and for a moment, he felt like an absolute idiot. He felt like he was his mom.

Well… like Rachel was his mom, and the plate was him, and he was his dad, and holy fuck Emile's show analysis habits have definitely had an effect on him and he really should stop thinking about all this ridiculousness right now.

"Remy?" Leah whispered from behind him as he was picking up the shards. Rachel was entertaining herself, rather unaware of what's going on. "Is daddy gonna be mad?"

"I—" He had to stop. And think before answering. "I don't think so, honey."

"But a plate broke…"

"...he doesn't have to know. It was just a plate. He doesn't count the plates in the cupboard, now does he?" She shook her head, her hair flying everywhere. "So he won't know. Because we won't tell him."

"Okay. I can do that."

"I know you can do that, hon. Now, how about you get your roller skates and we'll go to the park?"

"But you said tea party…"

"We can have a tea party after the park. Rachel, do you wanna go to the park?"

Rachel, who up until then mostly minded her own business, looked over and started nodding with a big smile on her face.

"So we can go to the park and then have a tea party. Where's your roller skates?"

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Saturday, August 30th, 2003

"It's always nice to see new faces at the queer society meetings," Mandy said with a huge smile on her face as she balanced the clipboard on her knee, Remy holding her iced coffee. "I'm glad you all could make it today. Now, let's do a name round. Everyone state your preferred name - please no dick jokes, we have people who are very uncomfortable with those in this group as well - and what brings you here, and a small fact you'd like people to know about yourself if you'd want to."

Remy just kept looking over the room. Mandy had this all under control, already having printed out a list to put everyone's names and contacts in for if they need to. India trained her well.

From the corner of his eye, Remy could see Emile bouncing in his seat.

"I'll go first. Hi, I'm Amanda, I go by Mandy, I'm pansexual—"

"That's not a real word," someone called out. Remy did his best not to glare at the person.

He was pretty sure it's Chris.

"Pansexual is a word, Christian," Mandy replied, not even looking at him. "It was coined before your grandmother was even born. Anyway, I'm Mandy, I'm pansexual, and I'm in this wheelchair today because I have fibromyalgia and today is a very bad pain day. Who wants to go next?"

It was the same old sharing circle. Some people elaborated more, some people chose not to. Emile went ham on sharing, telling everyone he was gay and asexual and talking about his bunnies at length, looking as proud as he can be.

And then it got to Remy. And he wasn't nearly as anxious as he was last year.

"I'm Remy, I'm gay and transgender, and my therapist said I can start hormone therapy this year."

[darkprincessloki92]

Black

Plot; Reader gets cursed and turned into a cat, her new owner falls for her and wants to turn her back.

Pairing; Loki x Reader

Warnings; Cursing, Swearing, Kissing, implied lemon.

Loud music starts humming in your ears, your best friends hands you another shot. “Come on! One more!” You smile and take it. A tap on your shoulder catches your attention. You turn to see who it is. You notice a pretty young girl. She smiles “Hey? Can I buy you a drink?” You smile back. “Thank you but I think I am done.” She frowns, “You just had a drink.” You sense her becoming hostile. Giving your best sweet smile, “I’m sorry, I’m just done for the night.” She glares at you and points a finger. She mumbled something you couldn’t understand. Then you become nauseous and want to throw up. Running outside you gag but nothing comes up. Putting your long black hair into a bun, deciding to text your best friend and head home. Stumbling in the ally way trying to get to the street. Everything goes black.

A shiver comes through your body. Trying to open your eyes, everything seems blurry. ‘What happened?’ Once things start to come to focus you try and stand up. You do but fall over. Looking down you see a paw, Then another. Your heart drops, slowly you turn your head to your tail. You are covered in long black fur. Trying to scream nothing comes out. Pacing back and forth, ‘What is going on. How could this happen? What happened?’ Then you stop. Plopping down on the ground with a huff. A buzzing down is heard behind you. ‘AH my phone!” Digging though your purse you grab it with your teeth and try to pull it out. MOM is read on the screen. Pawing it it to answer, but the screen wont work. You began to cry out. Hearing footsteps behind you, climbing in your bag trying to hide from whoever it was. Part of the bag was lifted and a pale man with black hair smiled, “Hello little one?”

Trying to yell at him to go away but it all comes out as a bunch of incoherent meows. But the man simply nods, “I see you are. If you prefer me to leave you i will. Screaming in your head, ‘WAIT! Don't leave me!’ The man leans down again with his hand out. “Then come little one.” Walking out of the bag slowly. ‘He can understand me?’ He chuckles, “Why yes, i can.” Climbing into his arms you lying down in his arms. ‘Please bring my bag.’ Leaning down he picks up your purse and it disappears in a poof of green. Not questioning it you get cold and nuzzle in his neck. He chuckles and starts to rub your back. Finding comfort you began to pur. “Do not fret my dear, we will get you warm and comfortable.” Sighing in content your eyes start to become heavy, ‘How much further?’ Scratching your head, “Not to much further my dear.” Sighing in content sleep soon takes you.

******

Hearing two men yelling you stir awake the yelling is coming from behind the closed door. Slowly you open your eyes, looking around. Noticing the room is a bright green with black accent colors. Sitting up, trying to get used to having four paws. The door swings open and the man smiles, “Hello kitten?” A larger blond man comes closely behind, “Loki! This is not acceptable, you can not just take a women off the streets….wait...is that a cat?” You huff, ‘My name is (y/n)’ Loki smiles, “Ah, her name is (y/n).” The blonde one shakes his head. “I do not care what her name is, return her to her home.” Loki scoffs, “She is a cat, possibly cursed by some witch, i will have stark call her family and tell them she is alright.” The blonde one turns to leave and slams the door. Turning the face you, “I am truly sorry my dear, that was my oaf of a brother thor, he does not understand magic like i do.” Nodding your head. A loud grumble is heard from your stomach looking down embarrassed, “Sorry, I haven't eaten in awhile.”

Picking you up and cradling you in his arms, “Let us go to the kitchen and find you us something to eat.” Not sure why, but you feel safe with him. You have no idea who he is or where you are. But you have never felt safer. Purring you nuzzle into his neck again. Walking into the kitchen he places you on the island, ‘Did i tell you to put me down.’ Loki turns on his heels, “Excuse me?” Hissing, “You heard me! Pick me up!” Loki scoffs, “I do not take orders from a mortal, especially from a cursed feline!” A smaller man enters, burnett this time. “Uh Mr.loki, why are you arguing with a kitty?” Loki snaps his head, “Ah spider boy, will you please pick up Lady (y/n) she is being rather ridiculous.” You look at him, ‘Can i trust a boy who is a spider?’ Loki nods, “His birth name is peter, i trust him.” Peter smiles, “Awe thanks Mr.loki.” Picking you up you cuddle in his arms. Stroking your back, “Wow (y/n) you are a soft kitty kitty.” Rubbing your face on his cheek he giggles. “Your whiskers tickle.”

Walking away he sits with you on the couch and sets you on his chest. Now itching behind your ears. A small amount of drool dips off your mouth landing on his shirt, “Awe love drool.” Loki scoofs, “She is not in love with you.” Turning your head, ‘ My loki, are you jealous?’ Loki grabs a plate and sets it down on the counter. “Come darling, your food.” Jumping off peter you run to the plate and try and jump. You stick the landing, ‘YES! I can cat!’ Loki chuckles, Peter hears this. “What is so funny?” Loki smiles, “I can hear her thoughts, it is one of my many gifts.” Peter frowns, “Awe, I wish i could.” Looking at loki, ‘Is there any way we could help him?’ Stalking over loki pokes peter in the forehead. Peter hits the ground. ‘PETER!’ You jump down and start to walk on his and lick his face. Hissing at loki, ‘WHAT DID YOU DO!’ Loki chuckles holding up five finger, Four, Three, Two, and one. Peter shoots up and throws you. “Woah, what happened?” ‘Rude, why did you throw me I was trying to help you!’ peter looked shocked. “Woah I can understand you”

Sitting up, looking over at loki. ‘Thank you.’ Loki nodded and pointed to your food. “Please come eat.” Obeying you jump back up and finish your breakfast. ‘Loki, I have to pee.’ He simply nods at starts walking out of the room, you jump down and follow him to the elevator. Sitting next to him you rub against his leg. “NO lady (y/n) i am not picking you up.” Pawing at his pant leg, ‘Babe? Sugar plum?’ Sigh loki pats his chest, Jumping in his arms he scoofs, “My love you're the worst.” You lick his cheek, ‘But you love me still.’ Shaking his head, ‘You have no idea.’ The door opens and another brunette man is seen. “What the hell is that.” You hiss. “Stark, this is lady (y/n) she was cursed to a cat, i am going to turn her back to normal and get her out of your hair.” Walking past him you waved a paw. The man named stark shook his head, “Whatever reindeer games.” You giggled. ‘ Reindeer games? Why was he so mean.’ Loki walks up to a door that opens automatically and lead outside. He places you down and turns around. You sit and tilt your head, Then you walk away and behind a bush and do your business. Walking back over to the door you wait. ‘Okay, i'm ready.’ Loki walks up to the door and tries to pick you up, ‘Ew no, i need to wash my paws.’ Loki chuckles and snaps his finger and continues to walk. You look at your paws and they are all clean. ‘Wait, how did you do that, HEY! Wait i’ll get lost.’ Turning the corner you can't find him. You cry meow and cry, Walking around with tears matting your fur. Until you run into the boot of some one.

Looking up and sitting down. It's a tall Blonde, with short hair this time. “Hello little cat. My name is steve.” You meow and he picks you up. “Loki is trying to find you he seems he is missing you a whole lot.” You pur and accept the scratches. Walking in the elevator and heading down to the kitchen. Turning the corner you see loki. Jumping from steve's arms you run and jump on loki who squeezes you tight, “Do not run off again you silly women.” You lick and rub on his cheek,

Nuzzling in your fur, “I can not lose you, I love you.” You pur, ‘I wish i could kiss you’ loki starts walking, ‘Where are we going?’ You can feel a wetness in your fur, “To turn you human. I need you.” Placing you down on a table he disappeared in a cloud of green and returned just as quickly. Slamming down books that looked old and weathered. Smelling all of them you tried to paw one open one. Loki chuckles and flipped one open. You stood in front of it, yet you couldn't read it. Giving up you go to lay down between your lover and the book. Laying on the hand that wasn't writing or turning pages you fell asleep. Loki chuckles and continues to read.

*****

Waking up to a dark room with only the lights of the hallway, you were laying on a pillow and loki on a different one. You walk over and nudge his shoulder he wakes up, and lifts his arm for you to crawl under. You do and curl up in his arms. Rolling over to hug you, both of you falling asleep again. Waking up again you see loki at his table reading again. ‘Baby, what are you doing reading again?’ Loki looks up and smiles, “I think i have figured this out.” Jumping on the table and sliding. Knocking off most of the papers. ‘REALLY!’ Loki chuckles, “Yes my dear, I need to hold you properly and…” Placing a paw on his hand. ‘Me too.’ His vision began to blur, clearing his throat. “Alright, i need a few minutes to comply my notes and we will try it out.” You become nervous, ‘ It won't kill me right?’ Loki looks at you and rubs his neck. “Shall we?” Standing up on all fours, “I need you to much to care.” Loki sat on the floor and began to chant, you couldn't understand anything he said but you felt like you were going to be sick.

Running to the bathroom you fall over and blackout. After a few seconds you wake up again, Rubbing you face with your hands. Wait your hands. You wiggle your finger and sit up. You smile but look down, Oh geez i am naked. Grabbing a towel from a rack and wrapping it around yourself. Walking out loki turns and his jaw drops. “Norns...it worked.” You giggled and tucked your hair behind your ears. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to kiss me?” loki slowly walks over and softly caresses your cheek, “You are so precious and beautiful.” Blushing, “Shut up.” Grabbing his face you kiss his lips, So soft and warm. You felt at peace. The kiss became heated and full of want. “Darling if we start i will not be able to stop.” You smiles, “Then don't.” The towel disappeared and so did loki's clothes. Soon you two were tangled in the sheet. Clawing his back, kissing and biting his neck. You both reached your climax with loki rolling over so he wouldn't crush you. Scratching behind your ear. “I love you kitten.” smiling, “I love you to master.” His eyes went dark with lust. “You will regret calling me that.” A dark giggled left you, “I can't wait.”

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