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[starberry-cupcake]

"I Have Been and Always Shall Be Yours"

[captainsophiestark]

Smooth Talker Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Requested on Wattpad! I normally don't do Part 2 requests, but an idea for this one popped immediately into my head and I couldn't let it go :)

Summary: Through a truly ridiculous series of events, you've managed to become a *triple* agent for the Resistance, being sent back to your original base by the First Order as a trusted spy after spending time as a Resistance spy in First Order territory. You can't wait to be back home, and even better, to tell your boyfriend Poe Dameron just what level of bs you managed to pull off.

Word Count: 1,522

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I tried to keep a smile off my face as I stood, back straight and hands behind my back, facing General Armitage Hux. He'd been my main point of contact for the past few months after he'd been the one to recruit me as a First Order spy, and the fact that I hadn't laughed in his face a single time that he'd been telling me all about what being a spy would entail was a true testament to my skills.

I'd been undercover for the Resitance deep in First Order territory when he'd come knocking with a bunch of soldiers because he suspected my apartment was a hideout for Resistance sympathizers and activity. And, to be fair, he was right. Poe Dameron, my boyfriend, had snuck in for a rare visit and left literal minutes before Hux and his friends showed up. But I'd done such a good job answering their interrogation questions that, instead of arresting me, they'd recruited me.

Now, after months of preparing, I was being sent on my way to find and infiltrate the Resistance's base. I'd need to be careful not to blow my true allegiances, but once I got out of range of the First Order and was only expected to make occasional reports, I couldn't help thinking this would be my easiest assignment yet.

"Are we clear on communication protocols and the kind of information we're most interested in?" asked Hux as I tuned back in to the end of his lecture. I nodded once, curtly.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Then best of luck to you. You're doing your Order a great service."

I saluted, fast and sharp, exemplifying the unshakeable, blind commitment they looked for in their recruits. I held it for a few moments, then Hux nodded and I let my hand fall back to my side.

"I look forward to hearing what you have to report."

The march through the rest of the ship felt like a dream. I was being dropped fairly far from anywhere the First Order suspected of being a Resistance base to make sure no one would be suspicious of me, but I was still closer to home than I'd been in a long, long time. I could swear I felt the latent tension of the past six months ease out of my shoulders as I watched the ship disappear without me on it.

I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, then quickly got my head back in the game. There was still a chance, however slim, that Hux was playing me. If I wasn't careful, I could accidentally lead the First Order right back to the Resistance base they'd spent so long looking for.

I spent the next week doing my due diligence, making sure no one was following me and that I didn't have a tracker on me anywhere that I didn't know about. I sent a brief update to Hux through the convoluted method we'd come up with for contact, telling him that I had a lead and was going to follow up on it, and then I finally started the trek home.

When the entrance to the Resistance base finally came into view another full week and change later, my heart leapt. It was vital to my cover that I didn't let myself dwell on how much I'd missed this place while living among First Order personnel, but now that I was finally safe, I almost starting crying at the sight of it. I hadn't really realized how badly I'd wanted to be back here until now.

I walked the rest of the way up with a massive smile on my face, scanning the crowd for anybody I recognized. I got some strange looks, largely from newer recruits who didn't know me, but then finally I found one of the people I was most hoping to see.

Poe Dameron stood just across the hanger with his back to me. I grinned and started walking towards him with purpose, and after a moment, the person he was talking to noticed me and pointed over Poe's shoulder. Poe turned around with a frown that quickly changed into a confused but beaming smile, then started rushing towards me. I sped up too, until we were running towards each other across the hanger. As soon as I got in reach, Poe picked me up and spun me around in a tight hug, then set me back on the ground only to pull me into a searing kiss. I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tangling my hands in his hair. I ended up breaking the kiss as a joyful laugh bubbled out of me; finally we were together without the looming threat of a First Order solider at the door ruining the moment.

"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, still smiling and completely breathless. I laughed again, joy overflowing in my chest as I looked at the man I loved.

"You'll absolutely never believe it," I said with a crooked smile. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued. "I've been recruited as a spy for the First Order."

"...You what?"

I laughed as Poe stared at me, brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what was happening. I couldn't exactly blame him–I still wasn't totally sure how I'd managed to get here.

"It's the craziest story you'll ever hear, and I promise to tell you every last detail later tonight. But right now, I should really go and see Leia."

"Now hold on a minute," Poe said, grabbing my waist and pulling me a little tighter to him. As if I'd be moving away from him voluntarily any time soon. "You have to give me a little more than that, first."

I smiled. "Okay, but you have to promise not to freak out when I tell you the first part."

Poe frowned, looking incredibly nervous, but nodded anyway.

"Alright..."

"So remember the last time I saw you, when you visited me in the apartment where I was hiding out to spy on the First Order? Well that same night, right after you left, General Hux and Kylo Ren themselves came knocking with a whole host of troopers at their backs."

"They WHAT?"

"You said you wouldn't freak out! Just listen."

I could see Poe practically vibrating and fuming with delayed panic and about a thousand questions, but to his credit, he managed to hold them back with nothing more than slightly tightening his grip on my waist.

"Well, they asked me a bunch of questions because they thought a Resistance spy base was operating out of my apartment-" Poe winced, but I ignored him and kept going. "-and I answered the questions well enough that they decided I was clearly a loyal member of the First Order with a passion for them and their rule. So, instead of arresting me, they recruited me to be a spy! Of course I said yes, and now I'm here as a triple agent, so I can feed them a bunch of bad information, or information that comes just a little too late for them to do anything about it while still being correct, all while being here again, on base with you and everybody else."

Poe huffed a disbelieving laugh, just staring and blinking at me for a few moments while he processed. Then a smile spread across his face again, even as he shook his head.

"That is... incredible. I can think of about a thousand other things I could say about it too, but... just wow."

"I know," I said with a grin. I stepped back slightly out of his embrace, then took his hand instead. At some point we would have to go do separate activities on base, but I didn't plan on spending a second away from Poe right now until I had to. "Now, I need to go talk to Leia and Major Ematt about all this. Come with me?"

Poe matched my grin, still shaking his head but letting me pull him out of the hanger base with me.

"Of course. I'd follow you anywhere, you absolute maniac."

I just laughed as Poe fell into step beside me, our hands still held tight as we marched through the base. By no means was this war over; we still had so much work to do, and being back on base didn't even come close to putting me out of danger. But now I was in danger and fighting alongside Poe and all the people I cared about, while still putting my skills as a spy to full use. It was the best of both worlds, and in the middle of fighting back against an Empire that just didn't want to stay down, victories like this alongside loved ones were the things most worth fighting for.

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[tinderbox210]

“You're alone, Agnes, in every timeline, every permutation, in every reality of this universe. You are utterly alone.

That is your fate. Forever invisible.”

[write-orflight]

Golden: Chapter 1

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev -  Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (Friends to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 2. 1K

Warnings: mention of past drug abuse, sex talk, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: One misheard conversation turns Y/N and Spencer’s perfect friendship upside down. Now, she needs him to play pretend for her parents wedding. Will their friendship last this one little hiccup? Or will it change how they see each other forever?

A.N I’m back on my criminal minds BS so I thought i’d update this. reply/inbox/message for taglist. much love Cia.

      Chapter 1: Hold it, focus, hoping 

You knocked on Spencer’s door before just using your key to get in, knowing that he sometimes got caught up reading and didn’t answer the door. When you walked into the apartment you saw just that, Spencer curled up into his favorite reading chair with a book in his hand. You walked over and took the book, excitedly. 

“Hey! I was reading that.” Spencer says, pouting. 

“I know and you’ve read it before so you’re not missing much.” 

“You know it's very common to miss some details on the first read that you catch on the second.” He counters. 

“Yea but not on the third.” You laugh. “Plus, your best friend is here so you should hang out with them. And I know exactly what we’re going to do.” You say the last part in a sing-song tone. A tone Spencer had grown accustomed to when you were going to ask him to do something he’d hate. 

“Please, don’t tell me it’s a pa--” 

“Chi Omega is having their Official End of Summer Party and we’re going.” You say, dancing around while Spencer laughed at your antics. 

“Please, no frat is going to let me in.” 

“Well, that was before Pauly was president and you know he’s still obsessed with me after we hooked up that one time so I’m willing to take one for the team if it means you’ll come have fun at a party with me.” You said. 

“I don’t want to make you hook up with Pauly to get me into a party, I’ll just stay home. You go have fun.” 

“I’m not going to hook up with Pauly, Scout's honor.” You say before contemplating for a second. “Ok, maybe some hand action but that’s all. Come on Spencer, You said I’d get 2 parties if I watched Star Trek so I’m cashing in on one.” 

Spencer tilted his head back and groaned, he did agree to that. “Fine, I’ll go.” 

You jump up and down in excitement. “Great! Now do you own anything that doesn’t make you look like a substitute teacher?” You say, smiling widely at the man before grabbing his arm and pulling him to his closet to find something for the night. 

Spencer ignores the fluttering feeling he gets in his heart when you smile. Just like he always does. 

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After a very distracted lunch with Spencer, you call your sister, Rachel, to see if she could hopefully talk you off the edge. 

“Hi, Y/n/n!” She says, as she answers the phone. “Why didn’t you tell me that you and Spencer are dating? I thought we told each other everything!” 

“We’re not, Rach.” You hiss into the phone. 

“What?” 

“We’re not dating. Me and Spencer are not dating and how do you already know?!” 

“Well, mom is telling everyone in the family and really anyone within a 10 mile radius that you and Spencer finally figured it out and that he’s coming to the anniversary party.” 

“Jesus, it’s been a fucking hour! Does she not have anything better to do?” 

“Well, she is retired now so no, nothing better to do but backseat drive our lives.” Rachel laughs. 

“Please, I’m in my 30s and still single. At least, now that you’re married you don’t get it as bad as me.” You roll your eyes. 

“Maybe not as bad as you but she’s still overbearing. You know, she’s started slipping baby books in my car when we visit even though we told her that we’re not having kids anytime soon?” Rachel says. “So, you and Spencer are not dating?” 

“No!” 

“Why did you say you were?” 

“I didn’t! I-I just told her I was dating someone and Spencer had walked into my office and I guess she thought I said that Spencer was the one I’m dating. God, this whole thing is a mess!” 

“Well, just tell her she misheard and bring the person you’re actually dating.”  

“About that…” 

“Oh my god, you’re not actually dating someone?” 

“I didn’t know what else to do. She was going to try to set me up with Richard!” 

“The foot doctor?” 

“Yeah and I’m 95% sure he has a fetish.” 

“Well, I mean there’s one thing you could do…” Rachel trails off. 

“What?” 

“You could…. Ask Spence to cover for you.” 

“What do you mean, Rach?” 

“Ask Spencer to play your boyfriend for the weekend. Then you at least have a couple of months of mom off your back.” 

“You want me to ask Spencer Reid to not only lie but pretend to be my boyfriend for a weekend with our family?” 

“Why not? He already knows everyone and you guys kind of already act like a couple so there’d barely be a difference. You could even phrase it like a vacation to him.”  

“What do you mean we act like a couple?” 

“Listen, I’ve gotta go back to work so we don’t have time to unpack all of it.” Rachel says, you raise an eyebrow at that. “I’m just saying ask him, I doubt he’ll say no. I doubt Spencer could even say no to you if he tried. Talk soon, bye!” With that she hangs up leaving you more confused than before. 

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You find yourself outside of Spencer’s apartment days later, indian food and pride in hand. You steel yourself as you walk to the door, reminding yourself that the worst he could do is say no and you’re entertaining Dr. Foot-Fetish for a weekend. You knock twice and Spencer swings the door open. The first thing you notice is that he’s not wearing a shirt and his plaid pajama bottoms low on his hips. You forgot sometimes that Spencer was actually not as lanky as he was when you met. Now, he was kind of built and lean. You don’t notice you’re staring until Spencer clears his throat. 

“Did you want to come in or..?” 

You shake your head, clearing it of whatever thought that was becoming. “Uh-yea.” You say, pushing past him into the kitchen. “Did you eat? I brought indian.” You say, unpacking the food which Spencer takes, graciously. 

“Not to sound ungrateful but what’re you doing here?” 

“Maybe I wanted to spend time with my friend?” You say, defensively. “What? Did you have plans, Casanova?” 

Spencer shakes his head. “Other than reading, no.” 

“Well, if you still want to read, you can. But I was thinking we could watch Doctor Who or, how about that 5 hour one you like.”

Spencer’s eyes narrow. “What’s up with you?” 

“What do you mean?” You ask. 

“You bring me Indian food, you hate indian. Now, you’re willingly offering to watch Solaris when the last time we watched it you said and I quote ‘if you ever make me watch that again I’m murdering you’--” 

“Hey! I don’t think that’s what I said.” 

“Y/N, I remember everything you ever said to me, that’s exactly what you said. So, what’s up? Why are you being so nice?” Spencer says before a gasp leaves him. “Did someone die?” 

“God, no one died, Spencer.” You roll your eyes. “You know sometimes a friend can just be nice.” 

“But that’s not what you’re doing right now, is it?” Spencer says looking you in the eyes. You look at him guiltily and shake your head. 

“I need a favor…” You say, Spencer raises an eyebrow at you. “You know my parents' party is coming up?” 

“Yes…?” 

“And I was talking to my mom on Monday because she wanted to know if I was bringing anyone and I told her I was dating someone.” 

“Which you’re not.” 

“Which I’m not… and I may have accidentally told her it was you…” You trail off. Spencer’s eyebrows go sky high at your wincing expression. 

“How…? How did you accidentally tell your mom we are dating?” 

“You know, it’s actually kind of funny basically you walked into my office at the same time she asked me who I was dating. So when I was saying hi to you she thought I was saying it was you that I was dating.” You laugh, awkwardly before looking somewhat serious. “And she got so excited, Spence. I-I can’t tell her that I’m not.” 

“So you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents' anniversary party?” He says, confused like he couldn’t believe that you were actually asking that. 

“Umm… yes?” You say, awkwardly at the confused expression on his face. “You know what? This was stupid, let’s just watch the movie and forget I aske--” 

“I’ll do it.” 

“What?” 

“If you need it Y/N, I’ll do it.” Spencer shrugs. “Plus it’s just your family, we’ve dealt with worse.” 

“Well, you’ve only dealt with my mom for a couple hours, not days yet so hold your tongue.” 

“If you want to do this though, we'd have to do it right.” Spencer says, a contemplating look on his face. “Your mom’s not a profiler but she could’ve been one. Remember when she immediately knew I was an only child and my mother was sick within minutes of meeting me?” 

You groan. Spencer was right, your mother could get a good read on just about anyone. “Yea, she’s going to find us out before we can even do anything, what was I thinking?” 

“Not if we… you know, work on it a little?”  

You give Spencer a look. “Work on what exactly, Casanova?” 

“I mean, I don’t know how you are with your significant others but you’re not exactly a touchy person.” Spencer laughs. “Hell, do you even know the last time you hugged me?” 

You give him a weird look. “We hug all the time, Spencer. I don’t really know.” 

“We do not hug all the time.” Spencer says. “Last time you hugged me was when you dropped me off at rehab.” 

You nod, remembering the sad day. You knew something was wrong with Spencer when he came back from his kidnapping. You had not been on the team yet but you and Spencer still had dinners when you could. It was the 3rd dinner when you realized something was up. That he was looking more tired, more antsy, barely paying attention or eating. You would’ve thought it was anything but drugs. But it was and your friend was hurting. So one morning you asked to grab coffee and you drove Spencer directly to the rehab facility. Told him that you already called his boss and told him Spencer had a family emergency with his mom and that he’d be gone. Spencer yelled and yelled at you for what seemed hours but at the end of the shrillness, there was an almost silent sob. So you reached over and held him as he sobbed in your parked car. 

“Okay, so I’m not a huggy person. What? Did you want a hug?” 

Spencer holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just saying it’s going to be hard to believe I’m your boyfriend if you won’t even touch me.” He laughed. 

“Maybe we’re just not big on PDA.” You say, thinking it might be a solution. 

“If you think it’ll fly past your mother, sure.” 

You groan, you knew that would never work with your mother, she was way too nosy and would probably think you were fighting. “Ugh, fine. What do you suggest, boy wonder?” 

“Well, someone said we could watch Solaris so I figured I’d put that on and we could, I don’t know, cuddle?” 

“Cuddle?!” You said, incredulously. “God, I don’t even cuddle with hookups. Fine, let’s move this to the couch, I guess.” 

You went to sit on Spencer’s small 2 seater couch as Spencer sat next to you to cue up the movie. He looked at you, to make sure you were okay, only putting his arm around you when you nodded. 

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable you can say something. I don’t want to push you too much.” 

“Spencer, it’s fine. It’s you, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You say, leaning in a little to lay your head on his chest. 

It was almost comforting in a sense. Spencer smelled like his cologne and old books and with the boring Russian on the screen, it wasn’t long until your eyes were drifting closer and closer to shut. For some reason, you found yourself snuggling closer into Spencer's chest as you blew your last sigh before rest. 

And if you asked Spencer if he watched while you drifted off warm in his arms, he’d lie. 

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[elveny]

Hi new Followers!

Welcome!

Since the last few days brought a bunch of you here, I thought I’d make a little introduction post.

AO3 | DA2 canon story | DAI canon story (Solavellan) | FFXIV Masterpost | My OCs

I’m elveny, German, 37yo, mom of twin boys, fanfiction writer, neurotypical, bisexual, white, pagan. I am definitely coming from a place of privilege, I know that. I try to support and uplift maginalized voices, so you find me in absolute support of my fellow queer people, in support of Black Lives Matter, in support of science (no anti-vaxxers pls), and in support of democracy.

That being said - this here is my fandom space. I come here to relax from Real Life. And while you will find the odd political / scientific post, most is fandom related, and an odd mix at that. My main fandom here currently is Dragon Age, but you’ll find anything from Star Wars to Star Trek, from Leverage to Elementary, from Avatar The Last Airbender to Korra, and my newest obsession is Final Fantasy XIV (go play that game!! ♥). I reblog art I love, fics I can recommend, references for drawing or writing, aesthetics that remind me of my OCs or just in general things I find neat. Also, lots of writing stuff like Six Sentence Sunday or WIP Wednesday. You can find a lot of that also on our DA writing blog @intothedragonverse​.

I am always happy to answer questions or clarify something if you want to know more about any topic; given that you come to me in good faith. (Hint: this is not how.)

I write, I sometimes draw, I sometimes even do commissions.

Sooo, settle down for an eclectic mix :D And because I’m a writer, I’ll tell you about my my main fics beneath the cut. Come check it out. ♥

My Dragon Age OCs Fian Tabris, Adriene Hawke and Lyssa Lavellan.

Fian is sadly underrepresented, but these are my main fics for Lyssa and Adriene:

Spark of Hope | Read on AO3

177,702 words, finished, explicit.

Spark of Hope tells the story of my canon Inquisitor before and during the Inquisition story. There are slight changes to the timeline (because canon is BS in that regard) and takes the my and @kunstpause’s joint DA2 setting as given, but otherwise, it basically follows the plot from DAI with focus on her reactions to the whole desaster. And of course her developing relationship with and love to Solas. And the breakup and painful aftermath.

Solavellans - come to check out Lost In You as well :D

Art by @elvenbeard​

Precipice of Change | Read on AO3

This HUGE project by @kunstpause​  and me is still ongoing and so very dear to my heart. It’s a longfic about our Hawke twins Cassia and Adriene and their experience of the Dragon Age 2 story. With twists, of course, deep exploration of lore and lots of love for all the characters. Mage!Hawke Cassia in love with Cullen (who gets an actual redemption arc), poly rogue!Hawke Adriene in love with basically everyone else, and lots of drama, fluff, smut, pining and… just come, check it out ♥ The story is here on AO3.

Thanks for stopping by, be awesome ♥

[snowpeawritings]

Stardust Crusaders reacting to you being a Persona user

HEE HO HEE HO IM BACK IN MY CROSSOVER BS

PART 3 STILL HAS ME FEELIN SOME KINDA WAY, HERE’S SOME HEADCANON BS FOR MY HEART

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing, blood tw

- Personas... Stands... both the same yet different. The existence of these ethereal beings were a mystery to both parties but it all remains the same that they’re a facet in every day use for the user. Stands fit more into the practical use in real life, having unique abilities that affects anyone or anything. Personas are... sort of weapons. Sentient weapons. I mean sure they flit around you and there’s no way to make them disappear and they seem to manifest properly given the right conditions but they are certainly unique. You did notice, however, that in the real world, Personas can still use their abilities albeit weaker than what they were if it were another reality.

- Ever since Dio’s awakening, you had to stop yourself from freaking out because 1. You were pretty sure that not all of them have awakened their Personas (whether it’s in the Dark Hour, the Midnight Channel, or the Metaverse) and 2. You were pretty sure you’ve never seen a Persona be able to attack a person physically. Even in Hong Kong where you saw a Persona battle right there in a public park; no Evokers, no cards, no reality bending anything. Just two dudes doing a battle right there and no one seems to notice the fire or the multiple silver Personas.

- It was when that the cloaked man had ordered his Persona to literally set the other man on fire that you had to step in. Summoning a Persona that can heal and cure status effects, you cut between them and casted Salvation on the white-haired male. Sure, Salvation was severely weakened in the real world but at least it stopped the flames and healed the man somewhat. Despite the prior hostility the group had shared against you, the leader, Joseph Joestar, had agreed that you were a reliable ally.

- If you’re the Wild Card, the Crusaders will have trouble recovering that you can hold a plethora of Sta-Personas. They had enough trouble trying to real in how there’s a different entity than Stands, what more that everything they’ve believed in was being questioned? Crusaders like Polnareff and Kakyoin are the most curious when it comes to seeing your Personas. Never did they think that creatures of mythologies or urban myths exist inside your head.

- Avdol is curious on the different Arcanas that your Personas possess or the so-called “social links/confidants” that you kept going on about. He doesn’t see it as a surprise when he finds out his Arcana matches Magician’s Red, as does the others match their Stands though he does let out a chuckle when he sees that Personas and Stands aren’t too far off.

- Joseph is highly appreciative of your abilities, especially Personas that can heal. As much as how eager the Speedwagon Foundation is able to help them, he doesn’t want to waste time cauterizing their wounds when all you could do was cast a spell. Besides that, he asks how does it feel to have multiple Personas inside your head. Depending on your answer, he feels he’s aged a bit more when he listens to your answer.

- Jotaro could care less about your special abilities, though he does always get queasy when you summon them. If you summon with an Evoker, he gets queasy when you press the trigger, reminding him of his time in jail. If you summon with a mask, he doesn’t like how you’re literally screaming while ripping off your mask that seems to be attached to your skin. He keeps it to himself though. He doesn’t anyone to think that he gets disturbed from your summoning.

- Sure, the real world couldn’t quite showcase your powers. But once you and the Crusaders find your way inside either the TV World or the Metaverse, that’s when you truly shine. Just don’t be sure that you’re a female and your Phantom Thief get-up is revealing and you’re in front of Polnareff.

- Besides that, they could only watch as you effortlessly fight against the Shadows as if you were toying with them. Seeing you deliver spells that counter enemies and doing an All-Out Attack with the rest of the Crusaders is a different kind of rush.

- Never let them enter the Velvet Room with you, especially when your attendants were Caroline and Justine. Jotaro finds it poetically ironic to be back in a jail cell, even when he questions why the hell were you wearing a prisoner's outfit. If what they experienced during the 50-day trek is bad enough, wait until they see how you fuse Personas. Sure the concept of fusing Personas is cool, they just didn't expect them to be executed brutally. Polnareff and Joseph are still crying and Jotaro and Kakyoin could never look at you the same way ever again. Avdol, as much as he is curious about how Arcanas work in the Velvet Room, is creeped out by Igor.

- When you meet Iggy, it's meeting your mascot for the first time. Iggy, for some reason, calms down when he is around you (thank that max Kindness and Max Guts). Avdol endlessly thanks you when he's out of coffee gum and Polnareff is seething when he sees Iggy situated on your lap. You and Iggy sort of have a Morgana and Akira relationship where he gets to sit in your bag while you go about your day.

- The concept of Shadows and their Shadow Selves sometimes scare them once they think about it. Ever since you told them how people have these things, they immediately had to reassess their life. Joseph is scared of the inevitable fight between Joestar and Brando, Avdol is still afraid of Dio (and especially what the future holds when he read the stars), Polnareff is still ashamed that Dio manipulated him, Kakyoin still fears the vampire, and Jotaro has so many burdens on his shoulders. It keeps them awake at night, knowing that the one conduit between meeting their Shadow Selves is you.

- Besides that, you were a reliable asset to the team and they're ever so thankful that you were there to help them. Despite how nerfed your powers are in the real world, you know that you were able to help them. Besides, you were pretty sure they haven't witnessed Samarecarm yet...

[thebakerstboyskeeper]

24 for Loki x Dale please! I love marvel 💖

So...I have several ideas as to how the whole Thanos thing plays out with Loki and Dale, but I’ve never settled on one. Mostly because I ignore the BS that is Infinity War and Endgame. But this is imagining they happened. With changes. Because they’re still BS.

24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer - Dale x Loki

She drops her hands, her breath and heart finally starting to quiet as the battlefield falls still. The ashes drifting on the air are hauntingly familiar, but they lift her spirits instead of shattering her heart.

It’s over.

Every inch of her is coated in dirt, her mouth dry and tasting of blood. Aches make her trek back toward her friends slow. The faces of those returned are sharp yet blurred as her grief stirs, dampening her relief and joy from moments ago, reminding her who is still gone. She should be happy they’re all here, but right now, they’re a reminder. One she doesn’t want.

Natasha’s entire body sags, her arms surrounding Dale the moment they see each other. Dale wants to sob into her chest, but she pulls away and smiles instead. Steve is next, hand cupping the back of her neck as he tugs her close, laughing quietly as their foreheads meet. His murmur of, “We did it,” sits heavy between them as they part. He makes a beeline for Bucky and Sam as they approach, leaving her attention to wander to where Tony and Pepper are holding each other a few paces away.

Her head falls back, her eyes focusing instead on the sky and the worlds beyond. She blinks away tears.

You should be here.

A shout of her name startles her, drawing her into a ready stance, eyes scanning the area. It’s Thor’s voice she finally recognizes as he screams again.

She races toward his hulking silhouette, skidding to a stop at his back. Korg grins at her and waves. The question stalls on her tongue as Thor turns and steps aside, smile wide enough to light the sun. Silence rings in her ears as her heart stops.

“Dale.”

Loki. Loki in his battle regalia. Loki similarly coated in blood and dirt and exhaustion. Loki speaking her name.

Her body crashes into his, warm and solid. Real. She shoves his stupid horns aside, tangling her fingers in his hair as they clang to the ground, wrapping her legs around his hips. His hands are in her shortened locks, a broken sound leaving him as he kisses her after years.

The spike of pain as he tugs on her hair finally crushes her composure. She sobs into his mouth, clawing and grabbing and hugging him to herself until there is nothing between them.

“How?” she breathes between kisses. “How? How?”

He shushes her, his grip turning demanding. Under all the stains of the battle for their universe, he tastes the same. He tastes of home.

She digs her nails into his scalp, their lips clumsy in their desperation to relearn one another. His magic teases around the edges of her awareness. It dances around her own power, bringing more tears to her eyes as she welcomes it back. He’s here. He’s alive. It’s him.

When she forces herself away, needing to breathe or risk passing out in his arms, the sight of tear tracks through the dirt on his face causes her own to finally fall. She drags her hand through the raven strands toward his cheek, savoring the feel against her fingertips. He leans into her hand cradling him, eyes closing. The deep inhale tells her he’s doing the same savoring of her touch. He turns, kissing her palm.

“How?��� she asks again. “I saw you . . .”

He tugs her toward him, the kiss harsh. A reminder that he’s here. He smooths the mess he’s made of her hair, breaking away and kissing her forehead.

“I couldn’t let that half rate sorcerer muck up my plan, gæludýr. Not when I needed to get back to you.”

She kisses him again, clinging to him. As they’re jostled by Thor embracing them with his old exuberance, she can’t stop the first laugh she’s felt in five years from echoing across the ruins.

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OWCH

“You’re alone, Agnes, in every timeline, every permutation, in every reality of this universe. You are utterly alone.

That is your fate. Forever invisible.”