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I’d like to write a oneshot/a story abt a character who is a serial killer but works as an artist and is friends with a detective and they sit and have Tea and biscuits all the time and like the peak is when a classy party they were at like ball gown type beat the building explodes and a lot of people die and the MC breaks character because she’s so happy to have killed so many people in one fell swoop. She stands on the rubble of the demolished building, large chunks of jagged concrete surrounding her as open wounds bleed and burns form on her body and face. Her hair whips in the mixture of cool night air and hot fire. And the detective who is on his back coming to after a head collision with rubble from the blast screams, ‘YOU’RE INSANE!!’ As she laughs and laughs shrilly and replies ‘Darling- I’m a painter!’ And giggles. There is no reason to why she likes killing people she’s just that fucked up. It leaves a warm feeling in her that she enjoys and seeks more and more of ever since she was a kid. Her parents were normal, her friends were fine, she has no trauma. She was just born a monster. And I want the audience to HATE her for it.

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I’m not built for love I can’t trust no body for some reason I just think they’re cheating or lying or if I fuck up even once they’re gonna be chased off or if I do something they will leave me and now I’m nauseous because i feel like I fucked up cuz now he’s not talking to me the past hour to respond I don’t know if he actually likes me or if he just likes me sexually I’m queasy that I’m so attached but I say I’m not a joke to mentally distance my self from him when I don’t wanna and I don’t wana rush nothin cause we just met but on really intimate terms so I’m already just so comfortable with him I just hate my self because I can’t be confident and I just wana hear his voice and sit on a call with him I want to go to bed but I’m still up thinking he’ll just face time me when I doubt it and I’m almost positive he has other girls maybe even a girl friend for all I know and I’m the side piece he’s so far away I’m just insecure of my self and what he thinks of me. We both have our own lives but I just need so much reassurance because I like him sososo much it literally makes me scared because I don’t like attachment but here I am shaking because he hasn’t responded to me and has his own life going on and he’s just so far away and he’s not mine. That’s the worst part; he’s not mine. I wish we were exclusive but I bet he does other shit with girls and talks to them like he talks to me and calls them love like he calls me because I’m not special I’m not even worth a dime I have no place with anyone. And because I think like this for no reason and we’re so new to eachother I can’t tell him or else he’ll think I’m crazy and clingy and I fucking am clingy and crazy I am not confident in my self in my looks in my personality in anything. I don’t know how to deal with this shitty feeling of unrest and unworthiness. He has his own life and I have mine and I normally hate when my person texts me stuff like I love you. Or paragraphs of how much they adore me. Or constantly ask what I’m doing or reply in seconds. But I want to know if he likes me truly and honestly. I want to trust him. I want to chat abt our day and the things we did and liked and disliked etc. I want to sleep on ft together. I want to just fly to fucking CANADA to hug him and at least feel like he’s mine even if he’s not. I just want nothing more than to feel confident that he’s not going to just disappear from my life like everyone has always done. I want to depend on someone and be vulnerable with someone but I don’t want to unload my problems onto them or my insecurities. I just want to not be me and stuck with how my brain works. I’ve been so happy the past couple weeks it’s been a time and just today I’ve been a lil insecure. But I’ve been busy and mildly distracted but missing him the whole time. I miss him so much. I love talking to him more than anybody in the world. He makes me feel happy and comfortable and safe. And I feel like I have nothing to hide but obviously I do feel like I have shit to hide. How do you even cope with this? This is the most out of the blue blueness that is just killing me. I hope he never sees this or id just about die. THERES so much I want to say but I’m so tired. I’m physically so tired and now this mental battle I’ve had the past couple hrs has just destroyed me. I’m not even comfortable enough to say goodnight like normal to him. I hope my Instability of the past couple days is just my period.

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Hi dearie. This might be a bit weird but can you do hc Sebastian Female s/o being a natural mother figure to Ceil and sometimes without realizing it (until Sebastian makes a comment about it) even calls her mother.

Greetings! Not weird at all and sorry it took so long! Here you go!

Masterlist

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Sebastian realised it right from the start, long before you or Ciel

He wasn’t planning on saying anything about it either, just wanting to wait and see how it would play out

It was in the way Ciel looked at you, how you didn’t seem to be able to do anything wrong and how he never got upset with you, either to your face or whilst talking to the demon

Ciel never mentioned anything about seeing you as a mother figure to Sebastian; he didn’t really need to

The young master often gave small half-smiles when your name came up in conversation, a privilege he offered to few

You cared very much for Ciel, but it was quite clear to the demon that you hadn’t realised exactly how highly he thought of you

The earl even went so far as to ask you for advice regarding Elizabeth; he had upset her and desperately needed to know how best to make it up to her. It was coming up for Valentine’s and he hadn’t got a clue what the right protocol was

You were, of course, more than happy to provide all of this information to the best of your ability, but you successfully missed the small quirk of Sebastian’s lips as Ciel payed remarkably close attention to your words, almost as much as he gave to Elizabeth herself

It was one evening when the demon had managed to get some time to be with you that he finally mentioned it

You were curled up together in a large armchair, Sebastian holding you on his lap as you played with the collar of his dress shirt, his fingertips running back through your hair

“Ciel seemed happy today,” you whispered, feeling the need to in the late night quiet which had enveloped the room

Sebastian’s mind flicked back when you had been gathering your things and preparing to leave the manner, only for the young master to decide he needed your opinion on a card for Elizabeth

Only when he called you, he had said ‘Mother’

Mey-Rin, Finny and Bard all turned sharply as he said it, more than shocked

But a swiftly raised eyebrow and well aimed look from the butler efficiently stopped them from saying anything

Ciel seemed to feel it was a fairly normal thing to say - he’d given no indication that it was an accident - and you hadn’t so much as turned a hair

Sebastian suspected you hadn’t actually realised what had been said, or what it meant

The demon moved his hand to rest it gently against your cheek, prompting your gaze to meet his

You were slightly surprised to see a soft emotion lying there, something you couldn’t quite put a name to and something you certainly didn’t expect from him

A warm feeling filled your chest as you realised he was intentionally allowing himself to be slightly more vulnerable around you

Really, what you were seeing was a display of trust

“Did you realise,” Sebastian murmured quietly, “exactly what the Young Master said?”

You frowned, thinking through the conversation

All you remembered was him asking advice about the card and what you had suggested in response

You related as much to the demon, who just lightly shook his head

“He called you Mother, Y/N”

Your eyes widened in shock as you ran through what happened one more time and realised that yes, that was exactly what the earl had said

Sebastian just offered a knowing smile

“I realised you hadn’t heard”

In his opinion, you looked like a deer caught in the headlights and it was positively adorable

“It wasn’t something I expected either,” he confessed at length, when you still failed to respond

Ciel really thought of you as a mother figure? You could see why he viewed you as someone who offered protection - you spent all of your time around the manor with Sebastian, and that was his main role - but he really cared that much about you? And he had to have incredible trust for you as well

You eventually came up with “Wow...” much to the demon’s amusement

After some deliberation, you came to the conclusion they you were honoured

Incredibly surprised, but absolutely honoured

From then on, you ensured you would always be there for Ciel if he needed you, even if it was just a familiar face that he wanted, or someone to confide in or a person who could give him advice about Elizabeth, you would always be willing to help him

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I’m so in love with Marvus Xoloto it’s not even funny. Like. Oh my god am I in deep shit with how head over heels I am for this clown. ;o)

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Loki Odinson’s Guide on How to Woo a Noble

Epilogue

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: You and Loki are both of age to court and he must make it official before he loses his confidence. Warnings: just a fluffy end to a fluffy miniseries  A/N: Ask and ye shall receive @blue-and-yellow-jjk-pjm and @frostedgiantfavs (sorry it wasn’t letting me tag ur main for some reason 😑) Sorry, it’s another short one, but I’m hoping that when I have more time I can go back to longer stories. All the same, I hope you enjoy :)

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It was a lovely day in his mother’s gardens as Loki walked the familiar cobblestone paths with you. Unlike your usual strolls, you were not joined by Lupus this time. Loki knew he would have enough things to worry about without his fluffy friend covering him in slobber. You’d stopped to examine some new flower Frigga had planted, and while Loki would have usually gladly joined you, he was feeling too antsy to focus right now. Nearly two weeks had elapsed since your birthday, and he knew that if this were going to continue in an appropriate manner, he’d have to make his intentions clear. Logically, he shouldn’t be so nervous. After all, you had shared a kiss after the solstice ball that led to some more stolen moments of hand holding, and you wore the bracelet he gave you every day. All of which were scandalous in their own rights, of course. Not to mention the newest bauble he’d gifted to you on your birthday, a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a shooting star to remind you of the night you’d met. The aforementioned present was currently dangling from your neck, much to Loki’s excitement. He’d noticed that you tended to tuck it away in public settings, understandably so. That’s why it was so important he declare the courtship official.

“Everything alright, Loki?” you asked, begging to walk again. “You seem nervous.”

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Little Wonders

Pairing: Loki x female!reader Summary: You’re by Loki’s side his whole life, and vice versa. There is not a doubt in either of your minds that you love each other. Together, you can weather any storm.  Warnings: a behemoth of a fic! (11.6 k words); brief mentions of blood; some angst but mainly fluff; not proofread; childhood friends to lovers trope ahead! A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, nonny! I was in the zone the entire time I was writing this, and it may be the most fun I’ve ever had with a oneshot, which is really saying something! It’s certainly the longest one I’ve written! Longer than any chapter I’ve written too, for that matter. On one of the days I was writing this, the song Little Wonders by Rob Thomas popped into my head and the lyrics just felt like they were talking about this story (some of them even made their way in at the end)! I am inordinately proud of this fic, so please validate me with some comments and reblogs. Hope you all enjoy!

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The first time Loki took notice of you, you were both children. He’d been scolded rather harshly and, somewhat embarrassingly, you had been around to hear it, inside the servant passages. He’d scowled when you’d slunk out of there, quickly wiping away his tears. Though you knew you were breaking the rules, presenting yourself in front of one of the palace residents—one of the princes, no less!—you couldn’t help but try to cheer him up.

Being young, even a few years younger than Loki, you’d thought that by being quiet enough, you could avoid detection. He couldn’t help but chuckle as you snuck around the room, carefully sliding a plate of truffles toward him on his nightstand. Then you began to hurriedly sneak your way out of there.

“Wait!” he called through sniffles.

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Iridescent

Soul mate au in which you only see black and white until you meet your soul mate making your world explode in color.

Plot: (Y/n) is a young princess who has come of age and has been meeting with suitors for months until the Asgardian royal family pays a visit and she meets her soul mate.

Warning: language and a bad mom daughter relationship

The sun’s white light began to seep through the castle's thin curtains. Birds outside were chirping, and people began making their communes to begin their days. The castle staff busied themselves in preparing for the arrival of The Asgardian royal family. It was quite a surprise when Odin had agreed to give the mortal royal family’s a chance to present their daughters to the prince and future king so the (Y/l/n) was not going to let the opportunity slip by. Many suitors had already presented themselves to the young lady but Thor was the last possibility and her last hope for a soul mate.

There were many reasons behind the princess’s disdain for her past suitors but the main one was that none of them was her soul mate. She grew up hearing fairytales of people meeting their soul mates for the first time and watching the world explode in color. She was warned each time of being told these stories that as royalty it may not happen for her, but you can't blame a girl for having hope. However, she had quickly run out of suitors and time so he had very little hope left. This was her last chance at maybe finding her true love and if prince Thor wasn't him then she'd be forced to pick from one of the princes she'd met.

The woman behind the stories was (Y/n)'s oldest lady in waiting Annabeth who was married to her soulmate Victor who worked in the castle's kitchen. Annabeth was in her forties and helped raise (Y/n) into the young woman she is. When she was caring for (Y/n) as a small child she would often tell the story of how she had met Victor and it always comforted the small child. After the first time, she heard their sweet story little (Y/n) ran round the castle asking everyone who lived there if they had met their soul mate too.

Annabeth made her way into (Y/n)'s chambers and began drawing the curtains. The young princess groaned at the light coming into the room. "Good morning lady (Y/n) today's the big day!" Annabeth cheered as she finished the last curtain. The princess groaned sitting up in bed. "So it would seem Annabeth." she sighed forcing herself out of her bed.

Annabeth lead (Y/n) to her vanity chair as two more ladies in waiting entered the room to assist in getting the princess ready. "Good morning Maria, good morning Cassie." (Y/N said smiling warmly at the two. "Morning princess (Y/n)." they both responded and the three began preparing the princess's hair. "You'll love the dress that was sent over from a seamstress in France." Annabeth promised, laying the gown across the bed. "It looks lovely it's the corset I'm worried about." (Y/n) pointed out while slightly wincing at the tugging on her hair.

"Will you tell me the story again while you do my makeup?" (Y/n) asked hopefully. Annabeth sighed shaking her head slightly "(Y/n) I hate to get your hopes up only for you to be let down again." "I won't get my hopes I promise, I just like the story. Pretty please?" The princess begged. "Fine but you better sit still." Annabeth scolded.

"I was seventeen and walking around the market because my mother had sent me to pick up some bread from the baker. While I was browsing some of the florist's flowers a man came by and ripped my bag right off my shoulder, he ran off so fast I didn't even get a good look at him. Thankfully Victor had seen what had happened from afar and took off after him. He tackled this man and got the bag back and when he found me to return my bag and we saw each other for the first time. As soon as I saw him everything was suddenly bright and colorful."

The whole time Annabeth was telling the story (Y/n) sat still and listened with bright eyes and a dreamy smile. "And tell me about his eyes again." The princess asked. Annabeth smiled rolling her eyes. "They're green with specks of really subtle blue, they remind me of the grass when it's covered in morning dew." She explained. "Oh, I just love that color!" (Y/n) cheered with a sigh.

"You can't possibly know that you just know it from how I describe it." Annabeth laughed. "Not just you but books too! Just like the one I'm reading now, it describes a magical forest with trees of all shades of green." the princess protested. "Lady (Y/n) you just have the prettiest (Y/h/c) hair its so soft and the length is just gorgeous." Cassie beamed. "And the most beautiful (Y/e/c) eyes too, remember how fascinated Prince Daniel was with them?" Asked Maria.

"Yeah that's not the only thing Prince Daniel was fascinated with." the princess scoffed. "Alright let's get you dressed you're expected at breakfast." Annabeth said making the princess stand up. She pulled off her pajamas and slipped into the beautiful expensive dress. Her ladies in waiting began securing the corset each tug making the princess wince. "Maybe if you marry prince Thor they'll have some sort of magical corset that hurts less." cassie suggested trying to cheer up (Y/n).

Once lady (Y/n) was properly dressed she made her way downstairs to the dining hall where her parents were already sitting at the table. "Good morning honey." her father said as she sat at the table. “Good morning father, good morning mother.” (Y/n) said as someone placed her breakfast in front of her. “Thank you Richard.” She smiled nodding towards the servant making him smile before heading back to the kitchen. “You do realize he’s the help right?” The queen asked disappointed in her daughter.

“He’s still a human mother.” The princess snapped back. “Let’s not argue today is a big day isn’t it?” The king asked in a happy tone. “Yes and I need you to be on your best behavior these aren’t like the other princes that have been here, you’re very lucky Odin and Thor are giving you a chance.” The queen instructed. “I know mom they’re gods and Thor is next in line to be king.” The princess sighed pushing her food around on the plate with her fork. “You should act more excited you could be queen of Asgard.” Her mother said.

“But what if my soul mate is still out there mom? And I’ll never know because I’m unhappily married to some prince?” (Y/n) asked. “Enough with this soul mate nonsense (y/f/n) (y/l/n)! You are to marry a prince in line to be king! You are a princess you don’t get the luxury of finding a soul mate!” The queen shouted.

“Excuse me your majesty they have arrived.” A servant announced from the doorway. “Have them meet us in the throne room please.” The King asked standing up from the table. “Smile like a young princess should.” The queen warned before exiting the room with the king. (Y/n) wiped a couple tears away from her eyes careful to not disturb her makeup. With a deep breath she made her way into the throne room standing next to her mother’s throne.

Odin entered the room followed by his two sons. (Y/n) had yet to look in their direction her eyes remaining glued to the floor. “King (Y/l/n), Lady (Y/l/n). It is a pleasure to see you again.” Odin spoke in his loud voice. “As it is you king Odin of Asgard, and these must be your boys the princes’. I apologize on behalf of my heir my oldest son he and his wife had a prior engagement with a duke.”Your father said making Odin step away from his two sons. “Yes this is my son Thor my heir and my son Loki.” Odin introduced as they both bowed.

(Y/n) looked up towards the two gods and was shocked as she saw Thor’s golden blonde hair and Loki’s dark black hair. The throne room was suddenly filled with colors the likes of which (Y/n) could never have imagined. “Oh my god.” She gasped looking around the room. “Well yes, but our names will do just fine lady (Y/n).” Thor joked earning a laugh from Odin and King (Y/l/n).

“I can see color.” The princess practically whispered just loud enough for everyone to still hear. Everyone in the room seemed just as shocked but no one not even (Y/n) noticed that Loki shared the same kind of shock as her. When he looked up from his bow he was met with not only the beauty of the princess but a wide variety of colors. To Loki that seemed ridiculous, how could the god of mischief fall for a simple Midgardian let alone one who was a potential suitor for his brother. Loki wanted to be mad but as he admired the princess he just couldn’t find it in him.

“See you were so unhappy about meeting with Thor today and it turns out he is your soul mate, maybe you should listen to your mother sometimes.” The queen boasted. Loki expected his brother would speak up let everyone in on the fact that he couldn’t see color but of course Loki’s faith in his family was misplaced yet again. “I’m quite surprised myself that this beautiful Midgardian princess is my soul mate.” Thor said smiling towards (Y/n). Loki was obviously hurt by his brother’s actions and the thought that not only was he stealing his crown but now his soul mate. (Y/n)’s eyes focused on Loki more than they did the her soul mate but she couldn’t help it the man intrigued her.

“Go on brother describe in detail her beauty for those of us who can’t see color.” Loki said his voice cold as ice. The question earned a glare from Odin that Loki was all too familiar with. “Ah well where do I, begin I’m at a loss for words the only one that comes to mind is breathtaking,” Thor said smoothly. “I wasn’t aware you had two sons Odin.” King (Y/l/n) said curiously. “Ah yes, Loki has gotten himself into some trouble lately and been spending time in the dungeon he’s only here now because my wife requested it.” Odin explained.

“Maybe the princess should show the two princes’ around the gardens while we discuss the arrangement.” The king suggested. “That would be lovely lady (Y/n) Thor smiled. “Alright Loki mind yourself, I want you to keep a close eye on him Thor.” Odin commanded following the king and the queen into the dining hall. Princess (Y/n) leads Loki and Thor outside the castle. The three slowly began to explore the gardens while Thor boasted of stories back home.

(Y/n)’s eyes wandered over every little thing possible in awe of all the beautiful colors that had been surrounding her for so long. Although the young princess’s eyes didn’t just admire the garden they kept returning to Loki. She admired the beautiful tones of blues in his eyes, his handsome smile, his handsome king black hair. His green clothing did in fact confirm her theory that green was in fact her favorite color. Sure most would say Thor was an attractive man but Loki seemed different.

“Oh, just up this way is one of my favorite reading spots!” (Y/n) exclaimed leading them over a corner in the courtyard. There was a very large oak tree with lots of sturdy branches and beautiful flowers blooming around it. “So you like to read lady (y/n)?” Loki asked intrigued. “Oh yes I spend any free time I have reading, and please call me (Y/n) lady makes me feel old.” She said with a smile. Her confession made Loki even more disappointed in his brother’s lie.

“When I was little and I didn’t have to participate in some princess lesson I’d come out here and sit on the lowest branch and read Shakespeare till the sun went down.” She continued with a warm smile. “Please don’t tell us it was Romeo and Juliet.” Loki asked quirking an eyebrow. “Oh no I’ve read that one it’s just not my favorite, I prefer other love stories.” (Y/n) responded with a small blush. Loki nodded seemingly satisfied with her answer. “What about you Thor, do you read?” The princess asked excitedly.

Her question made Loki smile turning towards his brother, sure Thor had read here and there but not for enjoyment and not in a very long time. (Y/n) stared up at him with hopeful eyes assuming her soul mate must share her love of reading. “Oh well I don’t read very much but I’d love it if you read to me sometime my lady.” He replied with a bold smile. Loki didn’t miss the way (y/n)’s face slightly fell with disappointment. It was subtle from years of being taught but it was still there.

“Oh well, no matter then.” She said with a small sigh continuing to lead the men through the gardens. As the trio was walking they continued to discuss things of interest causing both (Y/n) and Loki to realize that they had much more in common than she and Thor ever would. When they made their way back to the palace things had been settled and it was time for the princess to leave for Asgard. Her things were packed and ready thanks to her ladies in waiting. She said a teary goodbye to Annabeth and a respectful one to her parents before leaving for her new home.

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It had three months since (Y/n) had moved to Asgard and began preparing for her and Thor’s wedding. The date was planned for 5 months from now the beginning of Asgardian spring. Her family would be invited of course as well as Annabeth. It was set to be a day in the history books, the first step towards Thor becoming King of Asgard. However, since she had come to her new home she had hardly spent any time with her fiancé.

Most of Thor’s time had been off practicing for wars, preparing to be king, and other things that (Y/n) wasn’t quite sure she wanted to know. She had spent nearly all of her time with Frigga, and Loki who had quickly become her best friend since the move. They had been helping her with wedding planning on days Thor was too busy or couldn’t be bothered. Though neither of them would admit it they both had other unspoken feelings outside of their close friendship.

Loki and (Y/n) were walking around the library with Loki carrying any that she grabbed to read later. “I loved that last book you recommended Loki! The main character being both the monster and the hero gave me chills.” She spoke adding another book to her small pile in the god's arms. “I’m glad to hear that (Y/n) it’s one of my favorites in this collection.” Loki responded turning her away from a book she had been reaching for.

“You don’t want to read that one it’s all about war and soldiers seeing who can spill the most blood.” He explained causing her to nod In agreement. Once the princess was satisfied with enough books to occupy herself with for the next couple of weeks the two returned to Loki’s room to read. They often found themselves returning to Loki’s room for some time alone causing much suspicion to the guards but luckily no one had mentioned anything to Odin or Thor. Everything just felt so easy for the two of them even though it was quite hard for Loki on some days. All though he cherished every second with her it broke him a little knowing they were planning her wedding with his brother and not him.

“Don’t forget you have that dress fitting with my mother tonight.” Loki reminded after a while of silent reading. “Oh right.” (Y/n) sighed closeting her book. She was sat on a window seat in his room that overlooked the garden, which besides the rainbow bridge had to be her favorite spot. “Would you mind coming with? Thor can’t see me in the dress and I think your presence would make me less anxious about it.” She asked looking up at him with her beautiful eyes that seemed to hypnotize him every time.

“Of course I can.” He said with a brilliant smile which was quickly returned. “I don’t know how I’d do any of this without you, you’ve been such a big help in planning this wedding. I understand he’s going to be king but I only ever see him when we eat together and back in our chambers.” (Y/n) sighed. To be honest she wasn’t all that disappointed by it. If these last few months had done anything, it was confuse her.

Thor was supposed to be her soul mate so why did they have nothing in common? And why did she not feel anything at all for him? The wedding that was quickly approaching only made her head spin more and practically make her sick. It was these quiet times with Loki that truly calmed her. They made her feel right at home.

“I can understand princess I know my brother’s lust for battle can be quite foolish but my father keeps him quite busy with his duties.” Loki agreed with disdain evident in his voice. In her time here (Y/n) had grown curious as to why Loki wasn’t a contender for the throne. When he had explained he expected her to run or no longer spend time with him but instead she hugged him tight. The memory only made Loki’s love for her stronger and more painful. She was his soul mate that was destined to be taken away from him much like everything else.

Soon a guard was sent to fetch (Y/n) for the dress fitting and Loki tagged along in place of his brother. They joined Frigga who was sat in the large room with several ladies to attend to the dress fitting and a large divider for her to change behind. “Ah there you are (y/n) we’ve got about 250 dresses for you to try on sent from all over the universe both our realms and yours.” Frigga said with a kind smile. Loki took his seat next to her while (y/n) made her way over behind the screen. A couple of the ladies in waiting began helping her change into a dress.

The first rack of wedding gowns were all extravagant but none caught the eye of the princess. “Oh dear, there’s one on the end of that rack that Thor picked out, he said it would really bring out your eyes.” Frigga called out as (Y/n) slipped out of the most recent dress. This made (y/n)’s ears perk up, Thor had actually taken an interest in the wedding and in her? That’s when her eyes caught a glimpse of the dress Frigga meant. It was an extra poofy ball gown in burnt orange color.

“Orange? How the hell would orange bring out (y/e/c)?” She whispered to herself touching the fabric of the dress. Her heart sunk upon seeing it. How was it possible she had gotten a soul mate that was not only so different from her but that didn’t know her at all? With a defeated sigh she struggled into the dress with some assistance.

When (Y/n) stepped out into view with a frown evident on her lips Frigga let out an audible gasp while Loki let out an amused snort. “This is the dress he liked?” (Y/n) whispered. “I’m sorry I’m afraid he’s never been good with fashion.” Frigga tried excusing her son while she observed the fabric. “Who thinks orange brings out (y/e/c)?” Loki almost chuckled earning a light glare from his mom. “I’m changing, this is not the dress.” (Y/n) said with a small giggle herself.

While she changed into the next dress she pondered on Loki’s words. How had he known the dress was orange, had she been talking that loud? As she thought she noticed a white gown tucked in the middle of the Asgardian rack of dresses. It was another ball gown style but this time in white with gold accents on it and ruffled sleeves. It looked like the perfect dress for an Asgardian queen.

After three of the maidens got her into the dress the princess couldn’t help but admire herself slightly, she truly felt beautiful. When she stepped out into view Loki slowly rose to his feet his eyes taking in her appearance. Frigga stood to join him already smiling brightly. “Wow.” Was all the words Loki could manage to say. “I think this is it.” (Y/n) replied doing a small spin in the dress.

“I agree it’s perfect.” Frigga sighed happily. “Oh! I have the perfect thing for it stay here!” Loki called before taking off out of the room. (Y/n) couldn’t help but look at her own reflection in shock that she was staring at her own reflection. “I have a hand maid who’s especially good with braids she’ll know exactly what to do with your hair.” Frigga smiled leaving to find the woman she spoke of.

As (y/n) looked at the dress she couldn’t help but feel that familiar pang in her chest. This wedding was feeling more and more wrong by the day. Suddenly Loki reappeared next to her own reflection holding something behind his back. “Now I was planning on this being a wedding gift but I couldn’t find anything to get my oaf of a brother so nows as good a time as any.” He smiled placing the necklace around the princess’s neck. Loki’s fingers linger on the feeling of her skin for every possible second as he secured it in place.

When the princess’s eyes landed on the small delicate eyes she gasped raising a hand to cover her mouth. “Loki it’s just like the one from the book I told you about.” She said shocked turning to face the god of mischief. “Yes I listened to you talk about that passage so many times I knew exactly what to tell the jeweler.” He smiled admiring the princess’s beauty. “The only difference is this charm is green and not red because I know how it’s your favorite.” Loki continued. The princess stared at him briefly she had never mentioned her favorite color in fear of giving the wrong impression.

“How’d you know it’s my favorite?” She asked curiously. “You wear a lot of jewelry with hints of it and you always talk about loving the grass.” He explained thinking he had her fooled. Before the princess could ask another question Frigga returned with her hand maiden and a collection of tools. (Y/n) sat still while they spent two hours finding the right hairstyle. Loki had left promising to return once he was done with his errand.

“My son is quite smitten with you as you seem to be with him as well.” Frigga said with a smile. “Oh yes my queen I’m very excited to marry Thor.” The princess lied faking a smile. Frigga simply nodded with a knowing smile. “It’s a rare thing for royalty to meet their soul mates, I knew I was lucky with Odin but I’ve always wished my boys would find theirs too.” Frigga told the young princess while placing a motherly hand on her shoulder. By the time they found the perfect hairstyle to match the dress it was time to rush off to dinner.

“It’s okay mother you go down to dinner I’ll escort lady (Y/n) down when she’s ready.” Loki promised earning a nod from his mother as she and her ladies exited the room. (Y/n) made quick work of changing back into her day dress being very careful with the gown. Still Loki’s description of color had her curious. “Loki why didn’t you tell me you’d met your soul mate?” She asked suddenly to both of their surprise. Loki’s eyes shifted as he tried to form a reasonable lie.

“What do you mean my lady?” He questioned. “You knew my favorite color without me telling you and about the gold accents on the dress. “Simple I wear a lot of green from what I’m told and I recognized the gold because it’s all over the castle.” He retorted. “You can’t fool me god of mischief.” She continued coming out to sit next to Loki. Loki knew he wasn’t getting out of here without some hit of honesty.

“Alright princess, I haven’t told anyone because unfortunately I can’t be with her.”

“Why not? What could possibly be keep two soul mates apart, especially one to a god.”

“Simple, Odin would forbid it. She would be banished, I would return to the dungeons and be a cast away from my family yet again.”

“Oh Loki I’m so sorry I can’t even imagine.”

“It’s been hard darling for sure.”

“Tell me about her. I mean if you wish.”

“Of course anything for you your grace. She’s beautiful but not just physically like most the women here. She’s witty and clever and loves spending days just reading the hours away. However her physical beauty is indescribable other than the word ethereal. Growing up here I’ve never quite felt whole but when I met her it was like my broken pieces met up perfectly with hers.”

By the end of Loki’s speech the princess was wiping away tears from her eyes. She found herself wrapping her arms around the prince before she could think any better of it. “Loki I’m so sorry growing up not being with my soul mate was my worst nightmare.” She confided in him. Loki was immediately filled with guilt knowing if he let her go through with this marriage he was aiding in that nightmare. “Don’t cry I’m afraid this frost giant isn’t worth the tears.” He sighed wiping a stray tear from her soft cheek.

The princess’s head immediately snapped up looking at him confused. “Loki you are worth every tear, you’re worth triple your weight in gold.” She promised. Loki was so taken back by her words it took everything not to just kiss her. Instead he rested his forehead against her own holding her palm in his own. After a small comfortable silence they both decided it was best to make their way down to dinner.

“So (Y/n) dear mother tells me you found a dress?” Thor asked in between mouthfuls of meat. “Yes my prince I found the perfect one.” She answered proudly looking towards Frigga who was smiling. “Was it the one I picked out? Father and I were walking out to the stables when we saw them bringing in the gowns, that one just caught my eye. I knew the color would be perfect with your eyes.” He said proudly mostly speaking in the direction of his father.

“Oh no it isn’t I’m sorry your highness but I don’t really think orange is the kind of wedding dress I wanted.” The princess excused. Odin’s eyes snapped up to Thor suddenly angry. “An orange wedding dress boy?” He asked. “Oh I apologize I’m much better with war than fashion.” He said trying to brush it off but it was clear that Odin was mad at Thor for slipping up. “The dress is lovely though Thor she looks absolutely breathtaking like you’re always saying.” Loki promised sending a reassuring smile in the princess’s way.

“I’m glad you’ve been helping her with this wedding stuff so much brother, I’m afraid if I was involved more we’d look quite foolish.” Thor laughed in his booming voice. “It’s no problem.” Loki said returning his attention to his food. He didn’t want to accidentally say just how much he was jealous of his brother yet again. This should be his own wedding with (y/n) he was planning but instead his brother had stolen her. This was just another straw breaking the camels back.

The rest of dinner remained in silence everyone to scared to speak. The thought remained in the princess’s mind that something here wasn’t quite right. “Thor dear would you join me for a stroll through the garden after dinner?” (Y/n) asked determined to get answers. “Of course darling.” He responded smiling his eyes flicking from his fiancé to his father. The princess smiled and Loki couldn’t help but look between the two cautiously.

After dinner Loki was first to excuse himself followed by Thor and (Y/n) who exited to the court yard. The beginning of the walk was mostly silence until the two stopped just in the middle of the garden. “So you really thought that dress would bring out my eyes?” The princess asked. “Yes unfortunately I think I was mistaken for the dress’s fashion quality.” The prince lied. “And what color are my eyes my prince?” She asked cautiously.

This was it a test to see if her theory was right that this man was in fact not her soul mate. She wasn’t sure her heart was ready to hear his answer but she stood looking at him waiting for a response. “Oh silly question dear they’re (other eye color) obviously.” He said taking a guess. Her heart fell at his words her smile fading. “They’re (y/e/c).” The princess whispered her eyes tearing up.

She backed up from the blonde god in disbelief. “You’re not my soul mate are you?” She asked practically shouting. Thor sighed shaking his head. “But the only one close enough to you that day was Loki, is Loki my soul mate?” (Y/n) pushed further as the tears began to escape. “I’m sorry for lying your highness but Odin thought it would best for both kingdoms and realms.” He tried to explain.

“This whole time it’s been a lie all of it. You knew he was my soul mate but instead you lied!” The princess yelled. She put her hands in her hair backing up against a nearby tree. The tears were falling much harder now. The broken way Loki spoke about his soul mate it all made sense to her now.

“I promise this marriage will be beneficial for us boy (y/n).” Thor said reaching out for her hands which she quickly ripped away from him. “I need you to leave I need some space right now.” She whispered. He nodded beginning to walk away. “You’ll see this is for the best in due time I promise.” He called out as he disappeared. As soon as he was out of view (Y/n) let her back slide down the tree as she collapsed with sobs.

Loki who had been watching the exchange from his window was quickly down in the garden. He hesitated before approaching the sobbing girl. Why would she want his company he had been just as dishonest he thought to himself. He turned to leave and give her some time but as he did he felt a body crash into his back wrapping their arms around him. “Loki I’m so sorry.” The princess sobbed into the leather on his outfit.

Loki turned around pulling her into a proper hug. “It is me who should be apologizing darling I was dishonest with you.” He said with a sad smile. Her head snapped up so her eyes could meet his icy blue ones. “You weren’t given a choice this whole time you had to help your soul mate plan her wedding with your brother!” She exclaimed angrily but not towards him. Before she could stop herself she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his slightly chapped lips.

Loki’s hands came up to hold her face delicately as he deepened the kiss. The princess’s hands rested on her soul mates shoulders as she had to refrain from smiling into the kiss. When she pictured kissing her soul mate this is what she pictured not the quick little pecks that Thor and her shared. When it was time for the two to pull away for air their foreheads rested against each other again. “I hope you’re not too disappointed.” Loki suddenly whispered.

“Disappointed, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” She promised quickly connecting their lips again. Unfortunately for them both they had company. “How touching.” Odin’s voice suddenly boomed in a cold tone that caused them to pull apart. “Odin I’m sorry about the misunderstanding in all this but Thor has been lying to us all he’s not my soul mate Loki is!” The princess tried to explain. “Foolish girl of course Thor isn’t your soul mate, but he will be your husband.” Odin commanded.

“Father you can’t make her marry a man she doesn’t wish to be wed to!” Loki argued defiantly. “Enough from you boy! You’ve betrayed this family for the last time, take him to the dungeon I’ll deal with him later!” Odin yelled towards two guards that made quick work of grabbing Loki’s arms dragging him away. Loki didn’t struggle or even make a noise dragged. “No please don’t hurt him!” The princess cried trying to chase after them only for her wrist to be caught by Odin.

His hands on the princess awoken that rage in Loki that only Odin could. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on her!” He yelled his skin becoming an icy blue. The guards forced him away and out of sight of the princess and Odin. “He hasn’t done anything!” The princess yelled up at the god as the tears fell from her face. “On the contrary he’s committed treason in the form of seducing Thor’s fiancé and he will pay for his crimes against the crown.” Odin continued.

“I won’t go through with this wedding!” The princess rebelled attempting to pull her arm from his grasp and only failing. He pulled her roughly towards him glaring down at her. “Oh you will unless you wish to see your soul mate publicly executed and you spend the rest of your days behind bars.” He threatened. The princess stopped struggling fearing for their lives. “Take her to her chambers and make sure she stays there till the wedding he commanded towards the guards.

(Y/n) with a heavy heart was dragged away to her room and thrown inside the door being slammed behind her. She sat with her back against the door and silently cried. She felt hopeless and lost knowing she was about to be directed into a marriage knowing her soul mate was within arms reach. Noiseless sobs wracked her body as the tears fell down her face. Her hand came up to hold the necklace looking for any sign of comfort.

Down in the dungeons Loki was having a much louder reaction. He was yelling as loud as his lungs would allow throwing everything that was left in his cell against the wall. They had caged and tortured him until he had broken he was not about to let them do the same to his (Y/n). After he threw the table the barrier causing it to break into pieces Odin made his way down and to his son’s cell.

“What did you do to her? If you hurt a hair on her head I swear I’ll-” “Shut it boy!” Odin suddenly interrupted his voice shaking the room. “She is fine off to sleep before her big day tomorrow or did you forget she’s marrying your brother the future king?” Odin asked with venom lacing his voice. “Loki watched his father for a moment completely unsure on what he was planning.

“You know between your yells and your loose tongue kissing what doesn’t belong to you I think we need to do something with that mouth of yours.”Odin said suddenly snapping his fingers to some guards who entered the dungeon followed by Thor. “Brother surely you can’t want to marry a woman you know isn’t your soul mate!” Loki said attempting to plead with Thor. “It’s for the good of the kingdom.” Thor responded not meeting his brother’s gaze. One of the guards entered Loki’s cell first quickly subduing him onto his knees on the floor. The other guard entering assisting in hiking the god of mischief down.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Loki questioned trying to hide the fear in his voice. Odin handed Thor a small kit of sorts as the two entered the cell. Neither of them even bothered to look in the raven haired man’s direction. Loki could practically feel himself shaking. He had never seen Odin like this.

“Son sometimes being a king those closest to you find it in them to betray you. This serpent has committed treason kissing your bride and the future queen. As punishment you will sew his lips shut.” Odin instructed Thor. Thor’s eyes were glued to the sewing kit in his large palm. He nearly felt sick but he had no choice just like any other king.

Loki’s eyes snapped up to his fathers desperate for some understanding. “You can’t do this it’s morbid and cruel, I am your son!” He yelled angry tears filling his eyes. Odin’s hand quickly met with Loki’s cheek. “Your king is punishing you for treason boy I suggest you shut your mouth. Besides consider it punishment for all the bloody lies.” Odin said with a dark laugh.

Thor had prepped the need with the wire and was getting closer to Loki. “Please brother don’t do this please, I truly love her.” Loki pleaded with his brother. “I’m sorry I don’t have a choice.” Thor whispered before grabbing Loki’s face. Loki tried to thrash and move but was quickly help in place. Thor began poking the needle into Loki’s skin making him call out in pain.

By the time the next morning had arrived the princess hadn’t gotten any sleep spending all night crying against the door and worrying for Loki. A few hand maids made their way in out for the next couple hours preparing the bride for her big day which had quickly been moved to today by Odin’s order. The bride to be couldn’t force a smile and was using all of her energy to not cry. Eventually Frigga made her way in unaccompanied which was a first. She looked as if she’d been crying but had a brave stubborn smile on her face.

“I brought you a couple of things dear.” She announced quietly as she sat a small bag down on the vanity in front of (Y/n). The first thing she pulled out of the bag was a gold necklace adorned with two key charms and one seemingly real key between them. “For your something old.” Frigga said handing her the necklace. The next item was one of Loki’s daggers. “For your something borrowed.” she explained placing the dagger in her palm.

As Frigga got up to leave she turned towards the princess one more time. “And I’m sure you know where to go to find your something blue.” She said with a wink exiting the room. (Y/n) looked to the small clock in the room. The wedding was supposed to begin in any moment. Maybe there was still a chance for her to get out of this after all. Not even minutes later the door opened.

“It’s time lady (y/n).” The maiden spoke pity lacing her voice. (Y/n) simply nodded faking a smile. Two guards escorted the princess down the hallway. “Not quite the escort down the isle I’d hoped for.” She grumbled earning no response from either man. They lead her straight to the entrance to the garden.

She forced out a shaky breath as the doors were opened revealing the small wedding ceremony. Thor stood with Odin as his best man at the opposite side of the courtyard. Frigga however was missing from the yard. (Y/n) didn’t have to wonder long before a semi breathless Frigga was at her side. “Im here to walk you down the isle.” She smiled connecting her arm to the princess’s.

A tune began to play so (y/n) forced her legs to move closer towards her worst nightmare. Everyone was at their feet admiring the beautiful bride. It didn’t take the two long to get to Thor and Odin. Frigga hugged the bride before standing next to her husband. “Glad to see you’ve perked up (y/n).” Odin said with a condescending tone. The ceremony began moving rather quickly being as it was only a formality.

The longer it went on the more (y/n)’s heart began to break longing for her soul mate to be the one standing across from her. “If anyone sees any reason for these two to not be wed speak now.” The officiating man spoke. Odin immediately sent him a glare as that part wasn’t supposed to be included. The room was so silent it was chilling. “No one objects let’s move on.” Odin began only to be interrupted by the door slamming open.

There to (y/n)’s amazement stood Loki proud and defiant. Although despite the look of determination on his features (y/n) knew something was off, he was using an illusion while real Loki was probably still in the dungeon. She quickly realized that that’s what Frigga had been up to before the ceremony. “I have a few actually Odin.” Loki spat venom fueling his words. “Guards someone cease him!” Odin yelled.

Chaos broke out as Loki’s illusion led them off in a chase. (Y/n) took this as her opportunity to take off into the castle. She could hear Thor trying to argue with his father about not wanting this wedding behind her. A couple guards took notice of her wedding dress figure and began chasing after her. She ran through the hall knocking over anything that might slow down the men behind her.

She knew that more powerful allies would be on their way to catch her so she burst through the dungeon doors barricading them behind her. When she turned towards the cell she could see Loki standing his torn up cell with his head down. “Loki my love are you alright?” She called quickly unlocking the cage. When she got it opened she hurried towards him in attempt of a hug only for Loki’s hands to come up to shield himself. “What’s wrong my prince?” She asked worried.

When she was met with no response she gently cupped his face making him flinch at the contact. She carefully tilted his head into the light gasping at the sight in front of her. Loki’s lips had been sloppily sewn shut the wounds still bleeding. “What have they done to you my sweet king.” She whispered tearing up. Upon hearing her sentiments he couldn’t help his own tears from falling as his hand was placed over her own on his face.

She quickly pulled the dagger from her garter belt holding it in her shaky hand. “This might hurt love but I’ll fix it for real when we get somewhere safe.” She promised. He nodded squeezing her hand reassuringly. She carefully used the tip of the blade to slice the wire between his lips allowing him movement of his mouth. He winced in pain but felt relief at being able to move his mouth.

“Did Odin hurt you? I swear if he put his hands on you darling I-” Loki began swearing before (Y/n) interrupted him but very cautiously and briefly pressing her lips to just the pink of his lips. “They’ve been torturing you down here and you’re worried about me.” She giggled shaking her head. Loki smiled at her not bothering to cover the light blush that graced his cheeks. That smile was quickly replaced by a worried frown as a thought came to mind.

“You realize that choosing to be with me will ruin your life. Choosing me means you give up your crown, your freedom, being able to live without being on the run. It’s not too late you can say you apprehended me and marry Thor and become the queen your meant to be. He can give you the life you deserve. One of luxury and wanting for nothing.” Loki explained with a guilty voice.

“Loki stop don’t be ridiculous I’d choose a happy life with my soul mate, a life with you over that unhappy marriage any day. You are exactly what I deserve and you deserve me!” (Y/n) promised holding him tightly. Loki smiled pulling her into his arms holding her tightly. “I love you darling.” He whispered. “I love you too my king now let’s find a way out of here.” She quickly responded grabbing his hand.

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Imagine

I like to think that in an AU of soulmates where when you seen them everything becomes bright and colourful I’d like to make it 10x difficult. You have to make EYE CONTACT specifically. So in this society everyone makes so much eye contact in hopes of meeting that special someone.

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Love Keeps Me Here

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: After inviting you to the Tower for Christmas, Loki can’t help but find himself drawn ever closer to you. He hatches a plan to not only be able to see you again, but to make your dreams come true. Warnings: not proofread A/N: Part 2 to this (thanks to @abraodwaystateofmind​ @lokismidgardian and @electroma89​ for asking for it!)

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The party wasn’t anything particularly spectacular; Tony had certainly thrown more extravagant ones. Still, it seemed enough to awe you just being in the Tower. Loki was, however, an odd mix of sad and glad that you were acting rather timid. On the one hand, he wanted you to be able to enjoy the party and go mingle with everyone. On the other, you were sticking by his side.

Either way, the god was glad he’d rescued you from spending Christmas alone. It wasn’t hard to miss how your eyes lit up at the huge, beautifully trimmed tree. And if tonight went well, who knows? Maybe he could see you again. After all, the diner you owned wasn’t that far from the city.

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This Got Out of Hand (and we’re out of paint): Marvus Xoloto ♦♠Reader

yall i swear i’m gonna get on writing stuff that actually got requested but this idea wouldn’t release me until I’d finished it so here we fuckin go

This simply could not stand.

Black flirting and romance, once upon a time, was a concept utterly foreign to you. It had taken roughly three conversations with Tegiri and Polypa on the topic (and a lot of time spent around Galekh and Tagora) before it had registered to you as anything more than consistent hate fucking and passive aggressive remarks. 

That was before you met Marvus. 

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Built Like An Ice Cream Cone

It was actually sweltering outside, genuinely so hot you felt like you were back on Alternia during the dawn and your ass was about to be fried extra crispy. Your poor ac unit was giving its all but even that wasn’t enough to cool you down. It was barely enough to push around the stagnant air in your living room. You’d traded in your normal attire for shorts and a thin tank top that was near see through from your sweat. As far as you were concerned you were practically dying. Which was saying something as your time on Alternia had made it nigh impossible to truly feel like you were about to melt into a human skin puddle. Marvus, the bastard, seemed completely fine walking around in his day off clothes like it was a gentle summer night and not the scorching hell of being far too close to the sun. It made begrudging sense considering he naturally ran somewhere around freezing cold. An absolute nightmare in the winter when he tried to snuggle close because humans ran so hot. You were not his living hot water bottle and you’d be damned before he made you freeze to death. Even so you still always made sure to keep an electric blanket or three on hand during the winter months. 

Now though, well, it was time for revenge. You were dying of heat stroke and were now going to use Marvus’ natural coldness to your advantage. If you got to inadvertently snuggle with your matesprit, well- that was just a bonus. 

“Hey babe,” You called out teasingly the plan already forming, “So I was thinking…”

“Yeah? Whatcha thinkin bout?” He was already shuffling closer a bottle of faygo in hand. Absolutely clueless about what you were planning. Perfect. 

“You’re built exactly like an ice cream cone.”

“Wh-,”

“Like, babe, your body is a t-pose.”

“Oh-,”

“Your pecs are bigger than the pillows on the couch.” As predicted he tossed the faygo aside in order to grab you and toss you over a shoulder. His skin was exactly as cool as you had predicted. Sweet relief flooded through you as he soaked up some of the heat still clinging to your everything. His usual day off clothes consisted mostly of a pair of baggy sweatpants and sometimes a black tank top that was stretched so tightly over him it left little to the imagination. Most times he walked around your house without a shirt because none of the people who liked to photograph him knew where you lived. Today, however, was one of the rare times he wore his sweats with an honest to god t-shirt. Still in that iconic black that trolls seemed to love so much, it highlighted the fact he was indeed built like the entire letter ‘T’. 

“Babe, you’re a Dorito.” You laughed and he tossed you unceremoniously onto the couch. 

“Why you gotta roast me like dis babe? E’ery chance you be gettin’ you shoot harder than tha profs.”

“I’m not taking shit from someone whose body type is ‘upside down pear’.” You shot back with a grin. Marvus’ shoulders shook with suppressed laughter as he crawled onto the couch after you- careful not to accidentally squish you underneath him. Taking a moment to be a little soft with him you let your hands glide firmly over his chest and across his shoulders until you were gently cupping his biceps. Truthfully you enjoyed how Marvus looked, a little added bonus to the reasons you liked him so damn much. Plus you were going to use those bara tiddies of his as a cool pillow the minute you were able to get him under you. It was a game the two of you played. 

“Fuckin’ reverse triangle lookin’ motherfucker.” You teased already shifting enough for him to slide down next to you. It wasn’t an easy feat, this couch barely held two humans laying down much less an entire extra heaping of clown. He was laughing now, small genuine chuckles that were more puffs of air than actual sound. Moving until you were laying sprawled across his chest and stomach. Resting your chin in his cleavage you smiled down at him. 

“Ya horrible babe.”

“Good luck returning me without a receipt.” You snorted causing his entire body to shake with a laugh. 

“Shit we been knew. I ain’t sendin’ yo mean lil ass to tha los’ n foun’.” He grinned- sharp teeth easily on display. Once upon a time you might have been a little unsettled by those fangs so close to your face but now all you felt was a sort of contentment. Making him smile something other than his usual ‘show biz’ grin always filled you with a sense of pride. “Besides,” His grin turned to a more sly smile, “We all knows that yo ass be gettin’ real fuckin’ friendly with these.” His hand came up to push you further into his cleavage and your snort turned full blown cackling was muffled as you smacked at whatever you could reach. God, what a nerd. You loved him to pieces. 

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The Bets Are On

You didn't always get dragged along on tours with Marvus, preferring to stay away from the sheer chaos of the limelight. It wasn't that you hated it but you certainly weren't a big fan of having Marvus within reach and yet still not being able to see him. The packed schedule that came with his tours were a drag and you weren't even bound by them. But Ourani and Revell had both asked you to be there, it was important that Marvus and his band were seen in a positive light while on an Earth bound tour. A surprising side effect of the current alliance between the two was the fact bands were allowed to perform on both planets for the first time. It was an opportunity that no one in the entertainment industry could pass up on- not even Marvus. Which was why you were there- they were trying to involve as many humans as possible as a show of good faith. Revell had been the most excited about it as the band's human sensitivity trainer. The fact he wasn't even human in the first place was both amusing and a glaring sign of Alternia's many problems. It'd be insulting if Revell wasn't so serious about his job, often consulting as many humans as he possibly could over the most minute detail and advocating for an actual human to do the training instead of himself. Unfortunately his hands were tied on that front.

Lost in your own thoughts you nearly fell off the chair you were sitting in when Ourani slammed the door to the break room open looking frazzled. His usually slightly wrinkled but tidy clothes were a wreck- tie askew and shirt buttoned wrong with his hair sticking up at odd angles. He looked like he'd survived a mob. "Thaaaat's it! I caaaan't do this aaaanymore! Maaaarvus is driving me to drink!" He shrieked the second the door swung closed behind him. You winced slightly and gave him a sympathetic smile.

"How I've laaaasted this long is aaaa daaaamn mystery!" He continued tossing his clipboard onto the table. You could only imagine what he'd been having to deal with.

"What did he do this time?"

"Whaaaat did he do this time? This time? Its less whaaaat he’s done aaaand more whaaaat he’s going to do! He purposely faaaailed every single humaaaan sensitivity course he waaaas instructed to taaaake! Do you haaaave aaaany ideaaaa how haaaard it waaaas to even get him to those courses? Its like trying to herd feraaaal purr-beaaaasts!” He all but wailed sinking down into the chair opposite from you. It creaked under his weight- built more for humans than adult trolls- and you feared it might collapse under the poor rust blood. The last thing he needed to happen when he was already this close to a break down.

“I know I talk a lot of shit about Marvus but he can’t be that bad.”

Those were clearly the wrong words to say to Marvus’ top personal assistant as Ourani looked at you with an expression bordering on murderous and manic.

“Oh, you think so huh? You think you caaaan haaaandle being Maaaarvus’ Personaaaal Aaaasistaaaant? You think you can do better thaaaan I caaaan? Fine! Why don’t you do my job todaaaay then? He’s got aaaa full schedule aaaand haaaas aaaalreaaaady shown signs of trying to blow it aaaall off!”

“Uh-,”

“Even better ideaaaa! We’ll maaaake aaaa bet out of it. If you caaaan get Maaaarvus to staaaay on traaaack I’ll paaaay some of thaaaat debt you owe to Gorjek.”

“Wh-,”

“Aaaand if you lose? I’ll finaaaally quit!” He was grinning wildly now, eyes bright with glee at the thought of quitting.

“How about if I win you just schedule Marvus a little down time?” You offered instead. Trying to hopefully keep him from losing it further.

“Fine.” He replied looking slightly less like he might jump over the table and throttle you or the next person to walk into the break room. With a more steadying breath Ourani extended his hand to shake on the bet and you gladly took it. Anything to keep him from going full American Psycho on everyone there. You both nearly lept out of your skins when his phone went off to let him know his short break was over. "How about that bet starts now and you go home to get some actual sleep?" You offered, Ourani nodded vigorously to that already shoving his clipboard into your hands. He couldn't seem to get out of there fast enough it seemed. You hoped he'd get some actual rest, the poor guy was one of the most overworked people on the job. Glancing down at the clipboard you winced. Ourani really wasn’t kidding when he said Marvus had a full schedule, looks like you could kiss any other plans you had today goodbye. Straightening out your clothes you went to go find Marvus- wherever he could have gotten. Most likely he wouldn’t be trying to hide from you. He’d be expecting Ourani to be the one trying to hunt him down.

You’d been wandering for five minutes when you finally found him. He was actually where he was supposed to be- chatting with his bandmates who immediately perked up to see you.

“Oh shit! Look who it is.”

“Hey guys, mind if I steal Marvus away for a second?” You asked cheerfully. His bandmates had a soft spot for you and it was easy to get them to agree. Their soft spot would make this bet a little easier to win, hopefully.

“Whatchu need babes?” Marvus asked once the two of you had gotten far enough away. You smiled up at him warmly. "Well, first off-," You grabbed the sides of his purple jacket to pull him down closer to your height, "I'd like a kiss." "Shit babe, all you had ta do was ask." He grinned leaning into you. His arm carefully wrapped around your waist as he tilted your chin up to get better access. You huffed a small laugh as he gave your lip a small nip before kissing you. Letting your eyes close for a brief moment to fully enjoy the kiss you cupped his jaw with your hands before regretfully having to pull back- Marvus attempting to follow you. "Secondly," You murmured interrupted by another brief kiss, "You have a meeting in two minutes." "What." You grinned at his flat off guard tone. Not being able to help yourself as you giggled. "I have your entire schedule for the day." "No."

"Mm, yes."

"Babe-,"

"You also have a meeting with Revell to talk about those courses you flunked out of."

"How-,"

"Ourani went home for the day, I'm gonna be your PA so he can actually get some sleep."

"Oh?"

"Don't get any ideas." You interrupted already knowing where his mind was going, "I'm going to make sure you get through your entire schedule whether you like it or not."

"C'mon, just give me an hour." "I might consider it-," He grinned, "After we get through your schedule."

Marvus pouted.

“Work Marvus. Focus on work.”

“Aww, but you be lookin’ so cute when you take charge.”

“And you’ll be a lot more appealing when you actually do your job.”

“Damn.” He muttered under his breath already standing back up to his full height. “Alright baby, guess we cans go to this meeting.”

It looked, at least for the moment, you might actually win this bet.

Then again, you had yet to get him to go to his meeting with Revell. For some reason those two couldn’t stand each other- you’d zoned out briefly during one of his rants only catching something vague about their ancestors that only confused you more. Revell was actually a kind troll though his threshold for what he dubbed ‘highblood nonsense’ was practically nonexistent. He seemed rather fascinated by human culture, often asking you questions on things he didn’t quite understand- some of his questions not even you could answer with any degree of accuracy. But, Marvus and him were known for their fights. Not even in the pitch leaning way either. You had yet to witness their fights but Ourani had talked about them looking pale and shaky- considering the fact that he’d been witness to the usual Alternian concert slaughter fests that happened with Marvus you had to admit you were afraid to see what could shake him like that. If Marvus' PR team was surprised to see him actually at the meeting they didn't say, though they seemed happy to see you with him. Taking your seat next to Marvus you glanced down at the schedule again. He had this meeting, his meeting with Revel, an autograph signing, and then a meeting with a lesser known human band you hadn't even heard of. Knowing Marvus all of these would be a few hours each.

“You bein’ awfully quiet over there.” Marvus murmured to you while his PR team bickered. You glanced up from the clipboard you’d been staring a hole through to give him a flat look. Better to not put him on edge.

“Just trying to figure out how to get you from point A to point B.”

“C’mon baby I ain’t that bad.”

“Ourani would beg to differ.”

“Then he can fuckin’ beg.”

You smacked his arm earning a small chuckle as he turned back to the meeting.

This was going to be a very long day.

[stupid-simp33]

Miss You

The fact that trolls are so much… Bigger than humans never ceases to amaze you. Perhaps the biggest of them all are the purples. They tower over other trolls and all but dwarf humans as fully grown adults. Straddling Marvus’ thigh like you are seems to highlight this fact. Your feet barely graze the ground and as he reclines in his seat you swallow thickly. His eyes are hooded and intent on your face as you gaze back at him. He looks completely relaxed with one arm cushioning the back of his head and the other dangling loosely over the armrest.

“Well baby, you asked for this.” He purrs, sending heat straight to your stomach. His pupils are blown, belt undone and zipper pulled down to expose the way his bulge writhes in interest. He’d gone commando today and the sight made your mouth water. A clawed hand drags over one of your knees and you suck in a breath. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy now.” His thigh flexes underneath you and your hips give an involuntary jerk. Your hands are resting on his lower stomach, the sweat slicked satin of his shirt clutched in your fingers.

When you fail to move again he bounces his leg and lets out a low growl. The movement causes you to gasp as your front collides with his. The hand that had been cushioning his head cups the back of yours to pull you into a filthy kiss. His tongue drags roughly over your own and then snakes over your teeth before he finally pulls back. Panting in a daze you glance into the hypnotic purple of his eyes.

“Ride me.”

You clutch at his hips for a better angle and give another experimental roll of your hips. Pleasure zings through you and Marvus gives a low and pleased groan.

“That’s it, yeah baby- mmmn.” You watch in fascination as his bulge seems to curl around itself to try and get some friction. “God you look so fuckin depraved.” He leered, flexing his leg in time with your grinding. Letting out a quiet moan you let one of your hands trail down to his bulge causing him to curse as his hips arched at the sudden contact. “No-,” He snapped snatching your hand away as he forced your hips down harder on his thigh, “No baby, tonight be all about you. Take your pleasure.” He guided your hips into a rougher pace and you whined as your toes curled, hunching over you he places open mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw before pulling away ever so slightly.

“Take your pleasure and I’ll take mine.”

The way his voice drops and how his hand keeps you moving hard and slow against him has your orgasm approaching quickly. You want to pull away, to stop just to prolong the feeling, but that’s not what Marvus has in store tonight. Your hips stutter as you grow closer and you curse.

“That’s it baby- come for me.”

Your hips jackrabbit against his thigh as the orgasm takes you. He doesn’t give you a moment to recover as he keeps you moving. The pleasure unrelenting.

“Marvus-,”

“Shh,” He purrs, something wicked in his expression, “I told you to take your pleasure.”

[stupid-simp33]

The Tweet

You were going to fucking kill that clown. Marvus had honked his last horn, you were actually going to end up in jail for killing a celebrity and it was this fool. All because he’d done the one thing you both agreed not to do. The one thing you swore up and down to his PR team that wouldn’t happen. Staring down at the tweet and watching the count of likes and retweets climb you could feel your blood pressure rise in sync with it. A simple dumbass selfie you had sent Marvus in pesterchum of all things was going viral. Alarmingly so. People were losing their mind over it. With good reason. Your anonymity had been tossed out the window like an empty can down a school hallway. Marvus was dead to you now. It was a pity because the caption he’d replied with was very sweet. The type of thing that you two teased each other with in private. And that was the key word wasn’t it? Private. 

You’d been doing your thing downtown when you spotted one of his new posters on display and because you knew Marvus would think it was hilarious you’d scribbled a mustache on it and posed for a selfie. One of you sticking your tongue out as he liked to in the majority of photos with the caption ‘I didn’t know you were growing a mustache’ and a little emoji heart. Lovingly mocking him because you knew you could. The type of shit you usually sent each other to make the other laugh. The problem was that he had saved the picture and uploaded it to chittr. Of course it wasn’t the first picture he’d ever uploaded of you or both of you doing something stupid. It was the type of content that was fairly common to see on both your timelines. There was an embarrassing picture of you brushing your teeth with toothpaste foam everywhere and a rats nest on his account he’d lovingly referred to as ‘rabid human free to a good home’. Only this time Marvus had confirmed the one question you both had agreed to leave well enough alone for your sake and the sanity of his PR team. You could feel the headache forming as you sat on your couch in your own house and plotted how exactly you were going to wring his neck when he towered above you. Surely his PR team would give you a boost in this hypothetical situation. Tagora would, of course, be your defense attorney when you went on trial. It’d be a short trial with you coming away claiming innocence and taking every penny that used to belong to Marvus as compensation. Only fair in such a situation. You’d even be benevolent and split the fortune with his team and sympathetic band mates. Taking a deep breath you picked up your phone again. Opening Chittr you avoided looking at the now famous tweet as you slid into Marvus’ private chat and stared down, unsure what the hell you were going to say. 

‘Hey Marvus what the fuck?’

‘ayyy bby whts up?’

‘Youre causing a scandal Marvus what the fuck.’

‘???’

There was a moment of complete radio silence and you realized just at the same time Marvus did what exactly happened. 

‘oh fxck’

He’d meant to forward that to his band and had instead uploaded your selfie and ‘flushed as fxck for dis mean lil criminal mf’ to chittr. The disbelieving laugh that left you was hideous and heartfelt as you put your head in your hands and wheezed. The PR team and Tagora were going to kill you both. If Marvus’ rabid fans didn’t get you first. 

‘if your fans kill me I’m coming to haunt your ass’

‘fair’

Dear god you were actually in a relationship with this moron. You couldn’t wait to smack him and kiss his dumbass face when he inevitably showed up at your door.

[stupid-simp33]

can we have some hcs or drabble (whichever you prefer) with marvus and human s/o where its cold season on alternia and marvus just want to cuddle s/o to warm up but because hes cold feet supreme his s/o is like "bro dont fucking hug me, its already cold and ill freeze to death if you hug me"

i did a kind of mix of headcanon and imagine with some longer bullet points, hope that’s ok!! i love this imagine bdhdhhd

◒ We all know humans are mammals, and therefore warm-blooded in the literal sense of the word. You were quite rudely reminded of this fact, when the colder seasons of alternia rolled in, making you shiver in the blanket you’ve currently wrapped around you in your makeshift couch-bed. Damn, your crappy diy house/hive really wasn’t built for long term usage, huh?

◒ Admittedly, it had taken you a little bit longer than your troll friends to really notice the colder season - it didn’t really get cold enough for snow or anything, Alternia is slightly warmer and dryer than earth, and you’d imagine that’s why it’d be more comfortable to be cold blooded over here.

◒ Nevertheless, your warm blooded body finally caught up to the memo that ‘hey dipshit, it’s cold out’ so now you’re doing your best to cocoon yourself with anything even remotely soft and pillowy enough to keep warm. You momentarily ponder about the similarities to how trolls cocoon or evolve when they’re grubs. Do they cocoon? You’re pretty sure they do. Anyway, you’re too tired to have internal discussions about troll biology right now, so instead you pull out your palmhusk from the depths of your comforters.

◒ As you open chitter, the first thing you see on your feed is marvus promoting his upcoming “dark season tour” (which was apparently a month or so from now), and before you know it you’ve slid into his dms. Damn you’re smooth.

◒ You ask him if you can come over to his hive - simple and to the point, and a split second after you’ve hit ‘send’ he’s replying. huh. he must’ve been lurking or something. He tells you to “com oan right over buddii ;o)” and really, who are you to refuse that delicate wording.

◒ Marvus’ hive is exponentially more comfortable than your little fort, which you guess is to be expected. He’s got heaters on, and you let the warmth deep into your now, once more, cold form. Despite the heated up slime couches (of which you took the liberty of slamming yourself into - it’s not like he’s gonna mind, you could rip apart his walls and he’d give you his patent lil smile and cheer you on), Marvus himself was confer than ever.

◒ As you tech up your arms for that sweet clown embrace, you immediately regret it, as he clutches onto you tighter and you feel as though you’ve been hit by a snow-truck. He’s cold as ice, and you know there’s a reason for that but it still feels so.. Wrong and unnerving. You’re only reminded he’s not a corpse when he lifts you to his lap and lays down with you, wanting a cuddle.

◒ And you know what? fuck that, you’ll find a warmer friend to cuddle. You look marvus in his eyes, and tells him you will not tolerate an igloo troll right now, and make your way out his hive again, leaving a very confused chilly clown.

“come back when you’re warm you big chunk of iceberg.”

“ :o? ”

[stupid-simp33]

I would imagine trolls aren’t ticklish so if marvus found out alien reader was really ticklish would he be a little shit and take advantage of it?

As to troll biology:

Ok so after thinking about this for a bit, I think that trolls are ticklish when they’re younger, especially when they’re just past their first molt, because that’s new skin!! It’s sensitive!!! However, as they get older, their skin starts to toughen up a bit, and in Marvus case (as he’s essentially a fully mature troll), its rare that one will be very ticklish. Especially with how high up the hemospectrum he is: tougher skin to pierce is also tougher to draw reactions from. There’s a couple of weak points if you know where to look, but by contrast, humans are nothing but weak points.

As to how he found out:

You thought you were safe to sneak a glance at your palmhusk with Marvus seemingly absorbed in a notebook. Somehow, though, without looking up, he plucked it out of your hands and pulled it out of your reach, drawing a groan from you.

“told ya, full digi lockdown”

“I don’t know why I have to be offline too if you’re the one working right now.” You grumble, leaning your head against his leg. You’re both currently sprawling out on his couch, for once not backstage but actually at his hive. You can hear his lusus just outside, chittering as it paced the shoreline. 

“told ya lmao, got the attention span of a fxxkin wriggler and if there’z anythin buzzin or beepin ain’t never gonna get this shizz written.” Out of habit his hand cards absently through your hair, but you can tell his minds elsewhere, scrawling something on the page and biting on his lip. It’s rare to see him this intense. Even on stage his persona tends more towards casual and breezy, like he couldn’t care less about the straight fire coming out of his mouth. His hair is tied back, and his makeup is off, which is only adding to the oddity of this scenario. For once your clown looks like a normal person…..well, as normal as the horns and fangs and grey skin will allow.

“don’t most people hire songwriters for this exact reason.” You say, rolling on your back. 

He shoots you an offended look out of the corner of his eye as scratches something out. “ain’t finna perform it if i ain’t writin it”

“Alright, alright, you’re an artist, I get it.” You tap his knee. “Is Marvus in? I’d like to speak with him and not this uber serious workaholic he’s been replaced with.”

Despite himself you can see a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He pokes your forehead with the pen. “gimme thirty. take a munchies break then.”

You sigh. “Fine.” Sitting up a bit to jerk a blanket over yourself, you rest your head in his lap and close your eyes. “wake me up when its done.”

He chuckles faintly, returning his attention to the notebook.

You must’ve been more tired than you thought, because moments later, you’re out like a light. Absolutely comatose, when you suddenly awake to a hand drumming your stomach lightly. With a sudden, half-awake splutter, you jerk your legs and arms in to cover the vulnerable spot, with such intensity and speed that you fall off the edge of the couch.

“uh….hehe, dan, u ok?”

You blink hard, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Rolling onto your back, you see Marvus looking down at you curiously.

“….right, uh….” Your face feels bright red and probably is. You pull yourself back onto the couch. “You done?”

“ye. bridge needs little sumn-sumn but i gotta eat.” He rolled his shoulder back, grimacing a bit as it popped into place. “hell waz that about tho”

“Uh…nothin, just a bit tick-”

In hindsight, you could probably have predicted how that would turn out. If you’re lucky he’ll let you catch your breath in ten minutes or so. 

As to whether or not he takes advantage of it:

Hmm, does your clown, trickster, asshole boyfriend take advantage of you being ticklish? One of science’s great mysteries. Results inconclusive. Needs more testing. Will, definitely get more testing.