#-throws this to Loke- Hope you like

[ahhhwomen]

I loke wanna see R’s reaction of watching Tv if Carol hasn’t let them in the past

Vampire Empire kinda long blurb

a/n: I loved this idea

Slight spoiler to unreleased chapter

You never took much interest in the flickering screen located on the far right wall in their little den.

It’s another observation the younger redhead has gathered the past couple of weeks while you have been staying with them. Even after Wanda and herself had continuously tried to get your attention on something while they unwind after a long day, you never seemed keen on it.

Wanda even made a little nest for you beside their joined feet. It was a pile of their softest blankets and throw pillows all laying in a pattern meant to comfort most, but still, you chose to watch them from a dark corner in the connecting room.

That was until Natasha got a genius idea.

She had been half-watching the reality show her wife had put on when she saw your little head peer over at them in her peripheral vision. It's another thing Natasha had been seeing you doing more and more recently, sneaking a glance when you thought they weren’t watching. 

Usually, your eyes would stay on them, if you were feeling adventurous you might peek at the cushion beside Wanda, but other than that you were far too nervous to look around or even focus on anything but the floor or their turned backs for more than a few spare seconds.

Today, however, when your eyes moved on instinct toward the continuously changing light from the TV screen, they stayed. If only for a second longer than usual, but Natasha saw it. Curiously she looked over at what might have caught your attention.

Her lips lift into a small smile as she chuckles to herself. Between the shots of botox-filled women and shabby-looking men, they mixed in nature clips of the forest surrounding the American household. It seems a little birdy has caught your attention, quite literally. When the tiny sparrow flew off screen Natasha could see your hands moving.

It was barely a centimeter, but she saw it. How your body tensed in anticipation, how you lowered yourself to stay closer to the ground, how your hands hovered slightly.

It was frankly adorable.

And like a lightbulb flickering to life, it lit up an idea in the redhead’s mind.

“Honey, could you pass me the remote?” Wanda half-heartedly grumbles as she gives over the remote, she really liked this shitty show.

It isn’t until she is sliding the smooth plastic over to Nat that she sees her wife’s attention focusing solely on you. Wanda does the same with an arch of her brow, curious as to what behavior might have caught her wife’s attention and most importantly how she could stare so freely without you cowering away.

When she sees your eyes glued to the TV, body low, eyes aflame, Wanda smiles.

So, there was hope for you yet. Wanda chuckles to herself, making sure to be quiet enough that it won’t startle you out of your newfound playfulness.

Natasha briefly switches her attention to the TV, she wants to do this quickly so you won’t have time to retreat. With inhuman speed, the less scary of the two redheads switches over to YouTube and quickly types in “bird videos for cats”. Clicking on the first one that pops up, she holds her breath, awaiting your reaction.

It works like a charm.

You are still far too timid to do anything too crazy, like jump at the screen, but it works.

With only a few tentative steps, you settle yourself much closer to the TV, and in turn much closer to the redheads. Your eyes never leave the screen, even as you paw against the ground until your hand settles on the soft cushion beneath Wanda’s crossed feet, slowly you crawl into it and curl into a ball. All too focused on the TV you miss the little “aw” that Wanda lets out as she and her wife share a smile at your jumping eyes as one bird flies away and another comes closer.

You have never seen anything like it. Sure, Carol and some of the others often watched the strange screen with flickering colors, but it was never like this. When the blonde woman watched something, it was all about violence and noise, this was much more pleasant.

And so, it started.

From that day forward, if Wanda and Natasha needed to keep you occupied, a video of birds or dancing fruit (that’s a whole other story) would be shown on the big fascinating magic box.

[holdmytesseract]

On one of Tony's team bonding parties...

Jukebox: *starts to play 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncè*

Wanda: *squealing* That's our song, girls! Let's go! *storms onto dancefloor*

Y/N and Natasha: *joining Wanda*

Jukebox: All the single ladies!

Wanda, singing: All the single ladies!

Jukebox: All the single ladies!

Natasha, singing: All the single ladies!

Jukebox: All the single ladies!

Y/N, singing: All the single ladies!

Wanda, Natasha and Y/N together: All the single ladies!

Jukebox: Now put your hands up!

Y/N, Nat and Wanda: *throwing their hands in the air, dancing*

*music suddenly stops*

Y/N, Nat and Wanda: *looking confused and slightly pissed over to the jukebox, to see who stole their music*

Loki: *standing beside the jukebox, hands on his hips*

Loki, visibly offended: What in all the nine realms are you doing, Y/N?! Put your hands down!

Y/N, confused and a bit angry: Why, Lokes?! What's your problem? Put the song back on!

Loki, shaking his head vehemently: Absolutely not! Did you forget that I am your boyfriend?!

Y/N: *frowns* It's just a song!

Loki: *crosses arms over chest* That may be true, but you're singing this a little... personal, don't you think? I am your boyfriend! You are not single!

Wanda and Natasha: *just grinning at the bickering couple*

Y/N, mirroring Loki's words: *crosses her arms over her chest as well* Well, that may be true, but as far as I can remember you didn't put a ring on it!

*a murmur went through the crowd at Y/N's words*

Wanda and Natasha: Oh ho ho! *looking at each other with wide eyes and opened mouths; trying to suppress a smile*

Y/N, confidently: So, technically, I am single!

Loki: *shocked, jaw slacking* So that's the card you are playing now, yes?

Y/N: Yes, babe, because it's true! Now put my music back on!

Natasha: *walks over and puts music back on*

Y/N, Wanda and Natasha: *keeping on dancing and singing*

Loki: *still stunned and shocked*

Thor: *walking up to Loki, smiling; clapping his brother on the shoulder* Well, brother... Seems like you have to put a ring on it.

a/n: This is based on a TikTok I saw! 😁 Unfortunately, I was stupid and didn't save it, and now I can't find it anymore. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Anyways... I hope you like this lil' blurb, 'cause I love it! 😂💚 Credits to the great person, who made the TikTok! 😁

Baby Fever Crew: (The comments, you know... 👀)

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Call Me Clean | Mr & Mrs Laufeyson AU | Loki x Reader

When you leave for a few days Loki throws himself into his work, and you throw youself into being as mischeivous as your husband, after all, he should know that the shower in your hotel works!

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content & language. Implied sexting, sending naughty pictures! Phone sex (sort of), masturbating.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Mr & Mrs Laufeyson Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

Loki tossed his phone on the bed and shrugged his shoulders, allowing his sedir to dry his hair after his shower. He’d been waiting for you to answer his call all day, and all day he’d been thinking of you and all day you’d been sending him messages. 

It had started as flirty texts and then moved on to pictures, each one increasingly suggestive until it was just a picture of you, wet and soapy, from behind the shower screen, leaning forwards to press a kiss, and your breasts, against the glass. 

Darling, I’m working x

The text had been sent under the table of another council meeting with Thor and Valkyrie, hurried and desperate as he tried to leave. You’d been gone for a few days and, during your absence, he’d been attempting to distract himself with what Val called ‘some actual work for a change’. It had gone as badly as he feared, spending the entire afternoon hard under his leather trousers. 

You know you love me ;)

His phone had buzzed again, this time you were turned away, bubbles running down the curve of your spine, the glass foggy, hiding you, teasing him. 

He’d thought about it during his own shower and had been desperately trying to reach you since, video calling every few minutes with no response. He dropped the towel to the floor and leant forwards to rest his hands against the dresser, pushing his long dark curls away from his face.

Loki looked at the phone, still no answer. He hit the call button again, taking another peak at your last picture, imagining he was in the shower with you, touching and teasing you right back. 

His hands drifted down his chiselled chest to the hardness that bobbed against his lower belly. With one hand still braced on the dresser, he started a slow rhythm, if he shut his eyes he could picture you the last time you were together, coaxing him across the bedroom to the en-suite and pushing his shirt off his shoulders. You’d sunk lower, lavishing kisses against his chest and nuzzling the patch of dark hair between his legs. 

Loki hissed, thumbing over the sensitive head of his cock, remembering your tongue, moving in teasing circles until he’d thrust forward, worried he’d hurt you until he looked down to see your sparkling eyes full of mischief. 

He thrust harder into his own hand, no competition for your touch, your hands, your mouth, until he was spilling over his long fingers with a deep sigh. Loki allowed his magic to clean him again and turned back to the bed, hoping to try and call you again, or at least be able to send you a message before he crawled between the sheets and slept. 

“Hey, Lokes.” Your voice cooed through the phone, making him spin round all the faster. 

“Shit, darling, I -” He lunged at the bed, picking up the phone to see your smiling face. You were lying on the bed too, propped on your front with a pillow under your shoulders, a grin on your face like the cat who got the cream. 

“That was quite the show,” you simpered. “Let me return the favour.” Kneeling up to show him your equally naked body, you moved to lie on your back, slowly spreading your legs. 

[snwusberry]

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pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: i guess you could say fluff

warning(s): kms jokes (literally just one), maybe i cringed...

★ reader's point of view ★

i've been working on this assignment for lord knows how long and i want nothing more than to just throw my laptop out the window.

just then i get a facetime call on my laptop and immediately pick up after seeing who's calling.

"i no longer wanna kill myself."

"is that so?" he asks over the call and i nod, my work long forgotten when i see his face. i just rest my head on my hand and admire him. "getting a bit uncomfortable here..." he teases when he notices my staring.

"live with it."

"studying again?"

"bro i've been eating books the entire weekend." i cry out dramatically as if i had to climb over a mountain.

"it's the last stretch baby. you'll be done soon."

"if i pass."

"when you pass. you'll do well, i know it." he tells me confidently. i wish i was as certain as he is right now. he's giving me way too much credit here.

"you're too optimistic."

"and you're too pessimistic." he says raising an eyebrow and theres a long pause before we start laughing.

it's times like these when i miss him the most. hes not anywhere far or anything, we've both just been busy with our own stuff lately so making plans to see each other didn't really fit in our schedule unless it was at ungodly hours such as these.

"look what i have." he says through the screen and i look up to find him pulling up his guitar and i immediately put my pen down.

"i practiced a song. well, a couple of songs that i want you to listen to so just continue with your work while i play alright? no words necessary." he tells me and i smile at the screen, grabbing my pen again while he strums on the guitar.

the mood is relaxing and i occasionally hum to the familiar songs he plays while i try my hardest to concentrate without looking too long at him.

A/N: you don't have to read this

this took me way too long to write i swear. i've been in over my head a lot when it comes to my writing so i read over this loke 5 times, rewriting and all that fun stuff, which is something i don't usually do but oh well.

i hope at least someone likes this

[comet-forgot-you]

What about River comforting R? Like R’s super ‘tough and reserved’ and all ‘idgaf’, but just breaks when River’s around.

me fr

breathe

river x reader

summary: river comforts you after a very unexpected anxiety attack.

warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack i think thats all

a/n: this is my first time writing something that isnt smut. kinda nervous lol. i had to look up hurt/comfort prompts before settling on this one. do not repost for any reason.

the room felt like it was getting smaller and smaller, a pool of worry gathering in the pit of your stomach. your eyes darted around the booth, hyperaware of every single surrounding. the sound of the person breathing next to you, the sound of the fan rattling in the corner, the words of river’s friends talking getting jumbled together. it was like every sound was heightened.

it was sudden, you didnt know where the sudden wave of pure anxiety had come from. had something happened to someone? your body goes rigid, you glance around the booth again, hoping no one had noticed the slight shift in your demeanor. your eyes find river’s her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you with worried eyes. you tear your gaze from hers, the feeling of tears prickling in your eyes, threatening to escape was not something you were interested in at the moment. you didn’t want to cry surrounded by people you barely knew. your breath caught in your throat, hands shaking in your lap.

you wanted, needed to leave. you couldn’t stand being in the crowded booth any longer, couldnt stand that constant chatter and scraping of metal forks against plates. it was all too much, the people, the noise, too much. you elbow the guy sitting beside you, the one that had you squashed between him and the girl beside you. your breath came out in a heavy exhale.

“what the fuck?” he winces, cradling his ribs in his hand.

“move, i need to get out.” your voice sounds normal to everyone else, but you could hear the shakiness of it, and you knew river could hear it, too. he stares at you like you’re crazy, but your lungs itch to fill with air that the crowded booth doesn’t seem to be providing. “fucking move!” you don’t mean to yell, every eye in the restaurant landing on you. you could feel it, but you feel like the room is closing in on you, it felt loke the weight of the world was loading itself onto you shoulders. he quickly moves out of the booth and scurry up after, eyes darting to river before fumbling for your wallet stuffed in your pocket.

“are you okay?” it’s the girl sitting next to river that asks. you glance up at her, you fear that if you say something, you’ll break down. but you try anyways.

“yeah, i just..” you’re fumbling over your words. “i forgot about this meeting.” you throw enough cash on the table to handle the two of yours’ meal and rush out of the packed restaurant.

the cool winter air fills your lungs, but it still doesn’t feel like its enough. your hands shake at your sides and you curl them in a ball. your eyes dart around the street before taking off for the parking garage you had parked almost an hour ago in. you make it into the dark, concrete structure when a hand tugs your own.

“hey, what’s wrong?” river. she sounds almost breathless, almost as if she bad been running after you. you turn to face her and you can’t hold the tears back anymore, they fall freely from your eyes. you’re hyperventilating, gripping the hand that holds your own.

“i- i don’t know,” your breathing is ragged, “i couldn’t help it, i’m sorry,” you barely process the words tumbling messily out of your lips. river pulls you into her arms, your head resting in the crook of her neck.

“hey, its okay. you’re okay, i have you.” her hands soothe your hair, an action she knew brought you some sense of comfort. your hands wrap around her waist, hold onto them in an attempt to keep your hands from shaking. “breathe, baby. i know its hard right now, but you need to.” she takes a deep breath in, and you follow her lead, allowing your breathing to regulate. “lets go to the car, yeah? you think you can walk to the car?” you nod against her neck, pulling back. she takes your hand into hers, squeezing it.

the two of you climb into the back seat of the car, your tears having come down with the walk. your hands still shook in river’s hold, she presses kisses to your face, wiping away at the tears that flowed down your face. “m’ sorry, riv. i don’t know why i broke down like that,” you felt so guilty ripping her from her time with her friends. it was a lunch she had been talking about for weeks, talking about how excited for it she was, how much she missed her friends and couldn’t wait to introduce you to them, the thought of letting her down caused a stream of tears to slide down your face. “m’ sorry, river,” the pace of your breathing picks up, borderline hyperventilating. “i didn’t mean to mess it up,” your voice is hoarse.

river cradles your face in her hand. “you didn’t do anything wrong. its okay, i understand, and i’ll make sure they understand. what matters is that you’re okay. you couldn’t help it, and that’s okay. i want you to be okay, we can always reschedule.” her words are soft, they lift the weight that previously sat on your shoulders right off. you wrap your arms around her shoulders, hugging her closer to you.

a/n: im sorry if this is terrible and absolutely not what was wanted, i rarely ever read hurt/comfort and i have the memory of a child at a family gathering that completely forgets you after like 3 days even though they said you were best friends.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Sleigh Ride: Winter Warmers Collection [Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Winter Warmers Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki organises a romantic, moonlit sleigh ride. But somehow, things still get pretty hot. (w/c 1.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Fluffy too.

“Open your eyes, darling.”

Loki’s breath fogged the air as you did what he asked; feeling the soft leather of his gloves slide gently from your eyelids.

“Oh my god...Loki!” you squealed, hopping from foot to foot.

The snow crunched beneath your boots as you spun on the thickly blanketed ground, a gleaming white under the low floodlights. You threw your arms over his shoulders, drawing him into an excited kiss as his hands looped around your lower back.

“Do you like it?” he murmured, his warm breath soothing the evening chill resting on your skin.

You nodded, turning back in amazement to the two beautiful chestnut horses waiting patiently on the curved driveway of Tony’s country house. Jingle bells adorned their harnesses, tinkling gently as they shuffled against the snow.

An ornate sleigh of deepest green sat behind them, shining in the moonlight.

Making your way forward, you ran a gloved hand over the glossy neck of the nearest horse. It turned its head, nosing your arm. “They’re absolutely wonderful, Lokes...is this...is this just for us?” you said, already knowing the answer.

“Of course, darling” he huffed, throwing a glance towards a roar of his brother’s raucous laughter from the house. Shadows danced behind the curtains, the Avengers winter getaway in full swing. “As if I would organise a romantic sleigh ride for anyone else…”

You turned, drinking in the sight of him standing majestically with his long dark coat swirling in a very cape-like manner. The thought made you smile as he extended his hand with a coy tilt of his head, one foot resting on the dip in the side of the vintage sleigh.

“My Winter Queen…” he purred. “Your carriage awaits.”

You raised your eyebrows with a playful smirk, “Not just for winter, I hope…” you quipped, feeling his grip on your hand tighten as you hopped into the sleigh. A reindeer pelt was folded at the side, a thermos and two mugs placed against it.

Shuffling into the seat, you smiled like a loon as the handsomest man in the world, nay...the universe, arranged himself with a flourish.

He unbuttoned his coat, fanning the sides before sinking with one arm around your shoulders, tipping his sharp jawline upwards as he looked at you with a self-satisfied grin. Curls fell haphazardly over his dark green scarf, your present to him. Even Gods can catch a cold, you’d said earlier, relishing the light-hearted roll of his eyes.

“Onward, then.” he said decisively, gripping the leather reins with one hand and giving them a quick flick.

The lights of the country house grew further away, but there was never darkness. The full moon shone above, bathing the countryside in a mysterious, ethereal glow.

Loki’s fingers curled protectively on your shoulder, even when you unfolded the reindeer pelt and snuggled it up to cover you both. You leant back on his chest, reshuffling your legs to fit beneath the edges.

“Perhaps you could sit on my lap, love.” Loki said, a smile curling at his lips as he stared ahead, muffled clips and clops sounding on the beaten track. “You could take the reins?” he added innocently after a pause, as if that created greater incentive.

“Are you sure? That’s a lot of responsibility.” you toyed, scooting ungracefully onto his wide lap beneath the pelt. His chin nestled into the curve of your shoulder, lips finding a sliver of bare skin above your scarf. He hummed against it, his cold mouth warming with every flex of the gentle kiss against your neck.

Minutes passed. You could feel his cock hardening; thickening with every shift of your body against the sway of the sleigh. Without thinking, your hips began to rotate gently, teasing him wordlessly as the beauty of the moonlit countryside slid past.

“Gods, darling...why must I always be in need of you thus.” he moaned gently behind you, hips thrusting upwards against your ass. You pressed down on the hard column straining against his thigh, relishing the needy whine of pleasure it produced.

“Maybe we could get a little closer...what do you say?” you said coyly, casting a glance over your shoulder.

His lips were parted, a cloud of frosted breath exhaling gently as those beautiful eyes flickered upward.

Loki’s face in the moonlight was breath-taking, the chiselled lines of his bone structure radiant in the half-lit winter paradise which surrounded you. Beside the darkness of the high-collared coat, his skin glowed; matching the fields and hedgerows blanketed with heavy snow against the midnight sky.

“Hold these.” he murmured, pressing the reins into your gloved palms before covering your hands with his.

The feeling of sinking into a hot bath washed over your lower body, the familiar firmness of his taut muscles suddenly flush to your naked skin. “Just the trousers?” you chuckled, nuzzling into his cheek.

He tutted. “And the panties, my love. You would catch your death if I removed it all. And whatever they may say, I am a gentleman.”

His hands slid beneath the blanket, fingertips pressing against your waist as he raised you deftly before sinking you down his waiting length. The horses snorted in surprise as you and Loki groaned in tandem, your head falling back against his neck before you both giggled like teenagers.

“I’m not sure the horses would agree you’re a g-gentle-fuck,-man…” you muttered through a panted moan as he filled you slowly with a careful thrust. Loki let out a stuttered laugh, choking into a guttural moan as he bottomed out.

“Oh g-gods, your so tight darling. So hot.” Loki muttered against your ear, his deep voice warming the depths of your soul. “Does that feel good, my sweet one?”

Your hips thrust forwards, rocking against the base of his cock; every graze of his girth sending sizzling sparks through your body. His name fluttered from your lips like foam on waves, echoing every careful caress of his manhood snug inside your core.

“Watch the road…” he whispered through a smile, guiding your clenched fists to the side as the horses swerved a hedgerow. You whined, opening your eyes reluctantly. “I can’t, Loki...it feels too f-fucking g-good…”

“Oh dear…” Loki purred darkly. You could hear him smirking as you squirmed. “I better not do this then.”

You hadn’t noticed one of his hands sliding covertly over your parted thighs; calves tightening against his legs as Loki began to rub your clit in circles beneath the reindeer pelt.

Your hips bucked upwards, biting your bottom lip to stifle a high-pitched cry. The god hissed behind you, a low aaaaa rumbling in his throat as your pussy clenched around him.

It had begun to snow again.

“Move for me, darling – like you’re riding one of those pretty horses.” he growled darkly, before sucking your earlobe; pulling it outward between his teeth.

The words set you aflame, tightening the grip of your walls around his cock as you drew upward.

The leather of the reins wound around your fingers, keeping the animals straight as you fucked your god below. Warm wetness slid against your centre with fluid strokes up and down his length, glancing backwards longingly as he moaned your name to the endless night.

Loki’s head had fallen back, tendrils of snow-speckled hair falling over his shoulders. His scarf was untucked from where it had been nestled pristinely in the neck of his coat. Dishevelled, you thought with a secret smile.

His fingers stroked your clit in waves, the perfect pressure mounting; the root of his cock tugging against your base at every roll of your hips. Your face turned upwards toward the open sky, light flakes drifting on the gentle breeze; melting on the surface of your heated cheeks.

You gripped the reindeer pelt draped across your lap, the smart of tight leather cutting through your gloves from the reins. Loki let out a long growl, tapering to a whine as he came slowly undone.

“That’s it, darling...t-that’s it. Uhhhh...fuck, r-ride me hard, s-sweet darling, yes...yes…”

You whimpered, feeling your thighs begin to shake. Loki’s free hand gripped the pelt at your hips, pulling it down in a tight fist; pressing you as deep as physically possible on his magnificent cock. “Loki, f-fuck I’m c-coming...I’m- uhhh-”

His fingers pulsed above your aching bundle of nerves, rocking you over the precipice as he claimed you with shallow thrusts; tipping the balance.

Your head fell back, a moan of his name filling the frozen country air as he mouthed messy kisses on your neck. The god let out a muffled cry against your skin as he came, his legs juddering beneath yours as he bottomed out with a final thrust into the warm heat he craved.

The horses walked on, hooves hitting the virgin snow the only sound above Loki’s shallow pants.

His forehead rested on your cheek, your hand feeling backwards to pull him closer; fingers combing through his hair. “I love you, darling.” he murmured through broken breaths. You hummed happily, still catching your breath. An unexpected shiver ran over your body, making Loki pull you closer.

“Shall we break out that hot cocoa?” he whispered, pointing lazily to the thermos discarded on the floor of the sleigh. A sigh sneaked from your lips, nestling back into your love’s chest and pulling the pelt higher. You could feel his godly cock softening inside you, liquid arousal beginning a descent between your inner thighs. “In a minute…” you murmured dreamily, “I don’t want this moment to end.”

“End? My love...” he chuckled, chiding you. He summoned the thermos with a flick of his wrist, the steel meeting his firm grip with a soft slap.

“Tonight’s festivities have only just begun." He winked, twisting the lid of the thermos with a pop. "We haven't even had a chance to take to the skies, yet."

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[burstingdragons]

Just Take It Off Already... (Ch5) — A Reborn Nightmare

This story can also be found over on FF.net & Archive of Our Own!

November 1st, X792

A disturbed noise woke him from his pleasant dreams. Believing its sound to have come from the angry thunderstorm outside the apartment, the pink-haired fire breather shrugged those minuscule concerns aside as he snuggled closer into his pillow. That had stayed the belief until he felt the soft structure, which his head had been resting against for the last few hours, suddenly quiver against his skull. Onyx eyes partially widened as Natsu caught sight of his best friend trembling. The dragon slayer was still relatively confused at the sudden situation, but something had become clear to him even in his drowsy state: for once Lucy wasn't trembling due to the cold but rather this time it was out of fear. She was having a nightmare.

The roaring thunder soon gave way to a soft hum and labored breaths as he turned his enhanced hearing to the woman that lay asleep next to him. Natsu's eyes locked onto the white object that obscured her face and in one fluid motion grabbed it as he tossed the still powered mask onto the floor. That device was just one of many of her little gadgets she'd recently started to use. It helped keep her skin pristine, he had been told by several of her friends, not that Natsu really understood in the first place why that was important.

"Lucy." He whispered softly. She had begun to slightly whimper now and unconsciously winced at his touch to her cheek. That action made Natsu more cautious as he quickly pulled his hand away and studied her more closely. He analyzed her sleeping dilemma as if he was in the process of searching for a weak spot when fighting a powerful opponent. "C'mon, Luce. Wake up already."

Her shaking had grown to more extreme levels and Natsu knew he had to wake her up. So, this nightmare could end. Preparing for a potential Lucy Kick to rock his world, the dragon slayer inched closer to breaking through into her own. He reached out to shake her shoulder before an intense light blinded him momentarily as he felt something snatch his right hand. That unexpected brilliance materialized into a full fledged person as both men stared at each other in surprise.

"Loke?"

"Oh good. It's just you." The leader of the Zodiac greeted as he lessened his tight grip around the pinkette's hand. After taking a few seconds to observe the circumstances, he nodded before releasing his friend entirely. "Sorry about that, Natsu."

"What are you doing here?" Natsu asked curiously, having forgot the Lion Spirit could come and go through their world whenever he pleased.

"Lucy's magic sent out a distress call." He openly stated. "After what went down with you guys just a few months ago with Zeref, I take these seriously. That's why I was prepared to throttle you." He chuckled at the end, amused by the glare being sent his way.

"I would have turned you into a beacon if you hit me with one of those light spells. I deal with them enough already from Sting." Natsu rolled his eyes. "I'd rather not become one of your new test subjects like I know you've been hoping for."

Loke's grin increased. "The offer is still there if you ever want to take part. Think about it, you could help Lucy..." Her name having left his lips, both spiky-haired men returned to the task at hand. "How do you suppose we wake her?"

"We could, you know, just wake her up." Natsu suggested. "That's how I normally do it."

"Normally?"

"Yeah, this one definitely seems to be worse than the other ones."

"Others?" Loke reiterated, his friendly nature disappearing. "Natsu… are you trying to say she's frequently been having nightmares?"

Natsu casually nodded. "Yep. Ever since the war ended. But to be fair, I think we all have been fighting our own demons in some way."

Whether that was an intentional pun or not, Loke did not care. Without warning, he grabbed the dragon slayer's arm and attempted to throw him against the wall. Only this time he was the one who went careening into a wall, which just so happened to be the side with his master's bookshelf.

"What's got you so worked up?" Natsu questioned as he sat back down on the bed and watched his friend wince in her sleep. He was debating on whether or not it would be more beneficial to wake her up now or allow her an attempt to fight the nightmare off. "You act like you didn't know about that?"

A muffled response came from the now destroyed bookshelf. The tuxedo-wearing Celestial Spirit emerged from the wreckage a few seconds later.

"That's because I didn't know this," he pointed at the sleeping blonde, "was happening. None of us knew. Not even the King mentioned it." Loke revealed genuinely. "I've felt slight traces of fear coming from her every now and then but it was never enough for me to notice anything unusual. Like you, I figured it was just some difficulty she was trying to overcome following the war. Sort of the stuff she faced after she broke Aquarius' key. I didn't want to intrude on her."

Loke sat down on the opposite side of the bed and observed Natsu's conflicted features. They both were walking along the same tight rope here. How were they supposed to wake Lucy without scaring the living daylights out of her?

"Luce has been keeping more to herself lately." Natsu's words barely made it to the Spirit's ears. "It's like she's been haunted by something since we took out Zeref."

"Haunted?" The man asked, a little surprised by the fact that's what this current nightmare could be about. Had Lucy done something during the war that she now regretted? "I mean that would make sense, but… haunted by what?"

"No clue. Maybe the present? Or maybe she's worried about the future."

"No, it can't be that. She has nothing to fear right now or coming up that any of us would know about. Natsu, I think it's the past."

"The past, what?"

"Just the past, man. Her nightmare must involve some former encounter. It just has too. Like a demon toying with her or something."

The golden intricacies at her feet captivated her as much as the next words that were spoken directly above.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The shadowy figure suggested. "One wrong move… and you might just go boom."

Chills went down her bruised spine. That threat was so familiar. That's because it had been spoken to her over a year ago by one of Tartaros' most nefarious demons. A murder who went by the name of Jackal. He had wiped out, at the time, the current standing members of the Magic Council and was someone Tartaros had sent out on a mission to kill the remaining former Council members. Their goal had been to wipe out the secret keys to a sinister device, one which was named Face. It was a magically constructed destruction bomb system ironically meant to eliminate all magic across Ishgar.

"You remember how this went, right?"

Lucy hesitantly looked up, well aware who would be gazing back at her. She was the reason this demon haunted her. She was the entire reason his plans had gone up in literal flames. She was the reason Natsu was still alive. But challenging fate wasn't all roses. After all, rewriting a demonic tome has its consequences.

"Or do I need to show you? Do I need to give you some inspiration for your next written tale?" The demon mocked. Instead of the spiky, blonde with sharp teeth taunting her… it was the man she had viewed as her best friend. It was Natsu.

"Stop." Lucy whimpered as she looked down at her charred brown boots. "Get out of my head. Get out of my life!"

"You don't want that, 'Luce.'" Etherious Natsu Dragneel chuckled thunderously. "You want me around. That's why you freed your little Natsu, right?"

Lucy trembled in place as she prepared for the sick show. Back during the beginning of the Tartaros war, Jackal had made her play a sick game by trapping her on one of his spell infused land mines. A golden ring that forced her to either move off it and take her own life or choose between snuffing the life of one innocent individual over another. A twisted game that haunted her for months had it not been for the pink-haired man who recovered just in time to save her. Unfortunately for Lucy, unlike reality, Natsu couldn't show up in her nightmares this time and save her.

"That's right." E.N.D. hummed like a crackling flame. "Your knight in shining armor can't protect you in here. This is what you get for tampering with my brother's black magic. For tampering with my revived life!" He snarled as those red eyes hardened and he jumped from the house's roof to face her head on. "For taking my future."

Lucy fell onto her knees as the two glowing spheres emerged from the river across from her. She knew what would be in them. He always played the same sick and twisted game. He had changed the original people Jackal toyed with. Michello and a horrified pregnant woman to something far worse in her eyes.

"No. You're wrong. You had no future. You were already dead!" Lucy shouted as she saw the partial images of her mother and father, Layla and Jude, in those golden bubbles. "I did nothing except be the one who made sure you remained dead, E.N.D!"

"You stole away a portion of the man you desire to one day be with." He teased as he approached her. In the blink of an eye he was towering over her fragile stature. "You unrightfully took away his memories, his power, and part of his very nature. That puny fire dragon is nothing more than a former shell of himself now. You, Lucy Heartfilia, did that to him. Not me."

"Natsu is Natsu. You are not him and he will never become what you were made to be. I stopped you. And this time, nobody has the power to bring you back."

For the first time in three weeks, that is how long this exact nightmare had been lasting, E.N.D's nightmarish ending differed. Instead of blowing up her parents and then blowing up her like it always went… Zeref's most vile creation slowly backed away. Lively red eyes shifted into an emptiness black as the raging crimson flames around them dispersed like a candle being blown out. Instead of a psychotic grin staring at her, all she saw was an expressionless face.

"Except you." The flame demon expressed. "My essence still exists until the day your life finally ends. Not even Natsu can prevent that."

Free from her demons, Lucy's eyes snapped open as she rose up, and on instinct, embraced a perplexed Natsu.

"Luce?"

"Sorry for worrying you two." Her speech was muffled by their closeness as she glanced gratefully at Loke. "I appreciate you for always being there for me."

"Of course!" Both men spoke in unison and smiled at the perfect timing. "It's kinda our thing, right? Gotta pick up where Natsu lacks at times." Loke added his own jab on the dragon slayer for good measure.

"Oh, real funny, buddy. How about you go back to the Spirit World and practice your laser spells on Capricorn?" Natsu jokingly fired back. But to his astonishment Loke actually considered it.

"Not a bad idea. Thanks, Natsu."

Engaged in their back and forth banter, Natsu was caught off guard when something wet began to stain the upper front portion of his vest. Right where Lucy had planted herself since she awakened. Water droplets were now leaking out of that still frightened face.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry, I… I just…"

"Don't worry about it. I'm here for you. Always have and always will be. That's not gonna change. Ever."

Natsu had hoped his words would add some support, but it seemed to do the opposite. Instead of cheering up the woman like he'd aimed to do, his strong-will only worsened her condition. The fire mage frowned. For Loke, as much as it tore apart his own heart seeing the blonde woman sob uncontrollably and be comforted by a man that wasn't him, he was glad Natsu was there for her. It was there that he decided his owner was in good hands. Natsu could take care of the rest. The Zodiac leader shared one last thoughtful look with the dragon slayer before they both discreetly nodded. They'd keep an eye out for any future nightmares. With a bright flash, Loke was gone almost as fast as he had appeared.

With it now being just the two of them and alone, Natsu allowed his soft side to be displayed for what felt like the umpteenth time with his best friend. He carefully ran his hand down her back and through her hair as he tried his best to console her and erase those lingering worries that obviously plagued her. The slayer wasn't entirely sure what the nightmare had been about but if she was this clingy around him then it must have involved him in some way. It was a dead giveaway.

"Hey, Luce." Natsu whispered tenderly. "You okay?"

That lifeline-like grip tightened around him for just a brief moment before Lucy took a deep, shaky breath as she leaned back slightly. That position change allowed him to get a better look at her tear-stained face. Streaks of water were still present. "Yeah," she murmured, voice thick with emotion. "It was just a nightmare, Natsu. But I'm okay now."

He nodded more to himself really for reassurance as the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. "Want to talk about it?" Natsu wasn't to get to the bottom of whatever was haunting her, but he didn't want to pry. If she wanted to talk then great and if not, then he could wait a little bit longer.

Lucy sniffled before she wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand. She felt slightly embarrassed at the situation but was grateful Natsu didn't seem to mind their close proximity. They had always been able to do stuff like this without making things awkward between them. It was like a special super power. One only they had. "It was just…" The blonde froze up as the memories resurfaced.

"You don't have to talk about it, Luce. I just wanted to try and–"

"It's okay. Maybe another day though, Natsu," Lucy interrupted softly with the hint of a smile playing on her lips. Despite the lingering sadness that remained in her eyes.

The blonde knew he meant well, but she wasn't ready to dive into the murky waters of her subconscious just yet. More specifically, she didn't want him to find out about the effects of what changing his fate had done to her. Not even Gray knew about that although on a couple occasions he had questioned her about various topics. She had an inkling he was in cahoots with Levy about finding out more about her condition. As much as that annoyed her, she knew they also meant well. A demonic tome had been rewritten and she lived to tell the tale. She was practically history now!

He nodded, sincereness reflecting from his gaze. He didn't push her further, instead choosing to wrap his arm around her shoulders in a comforting embrace as he pulled her in closer to him. A sigh escaped her at that action. The warmth of his body against hers made her feel safe. Made her feel protected.

"Alrighty, another day it is. But you better not make me wait too long. You know how short my patience can get." Natsu winked at his own expense in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Lucy giggled alongside him. "Oh trust me, I know how quick your fuse is 'great Fire Dragon King.'" A wistful smile formed on her features before it became determined. Then without warning something extraordinary happened. She inched forward and pecked him on the cheek!

"Thank you for always being... well you know, just yourself, Natsu."

His eyes went wide, that toothy smile frozen mid-laugh. Her gesture was so spontaneous, so out of the blue, it left him momentarily stunned. The warmth from her lips lingered on his cheek, and a spark of electricity shot through his body. It was nothing like the warmth of his own destructive flames or the formidable power of his dual-wielded lightning. It was a new sensation that swirled around inside him like the thunderstorm that was ongoing outside. One that he daresay he liked.

Having no idea how to respond to her sudden kiss, Natsu chose the oblivious route. It always helped him get out of a bind that he had no idea how to untangle himself from.

"You're welcome?"

NOTE: This chapter, as the title stated, was exclusively meant for Nalu Week 2024 with the basis being on the Day 5 Protective prompt. Appreciate everyone in The Nalu Archive community for doing this and it was fun to finally be a part of that after all these years of reading and writing with these two interactive characters.

Hopefully reading this was your worth time! See ya in the next chapter of either JTIOA or Dragon Rage! -(If you're interested you can read both of these on FF.net & AO3!) -Credits to @strangergraphics-archive for the line dividers! -Credits to @allaboutnalu @thenaluarchive for the community idea! -Written for one of my first readers @millennial-star-gazer!

[ichijager13]

Finally home

You finally convinced your boyfriend Oda sakunosuke to buy a house near the ocean and move in with the kids to start a new life together.

You were standing next to the step ladder on top of which he was, you looked up smiling at the tall man fixing the curtain rod. You handed him the ivory-white curtain you chose for the living room. You can’t believe you are finally done. You bought this cottage about a year ago and started renovating it step by step. With the money you both put aside it wasn’t that hard. You have done most of the work yourselves asking for professional help only for rebuilding the porch, changing plumbing and electricity. You have decided to take it slow and enjoy the process and some of his friends offered to help from time to time.

When he was finally done, he stood behind you holding you in his arms admiring the results of months and months of work.

“We’ve done it”. He breathed against your ear.

You nodded smiling, “Our house”. You whispered overwhelmed. You put your hands on top of his and embraced the sight offered to you. The red of the fireplace’s bricks, the chunky grey throw that rested on the ivory couch. Pictures of Kousuke, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji and Sakura decorated the wall next to your bookshelves. The room was spacious but that didn’t prevent it from being warm and cozy. The French windows occupying two walls bathed the place in soft light. Feeling the steady rhythm of your lover’s heartbeat you closed your eyes and let the moment imprint you.

You felt Sakunosuke’s head rest on your shoulder, you smiled and turned to face him. “Finally”. He sealed your lips kissing you softly. The sound of the waves crashing against the rock the house was built on top of, the smell of salt floating in the air and the sunlight drawing shapes and shadows on your frames. If heaven exists it must resemble this moment.

He was still kissing you when you remembered the kids haven’t visited your home yet. When you parted you turned and placed both hands around his shoulder. Faces merely close and lips reaching for each other, you let yourself melt in his embrace. When he kisses you again your heart skips a beat. No matter how many times you had him like this it will always feel like you are brought back to life each time your lips connect. “The kids will love it”. You spoke against his lips. “Especially the swing and the tree house in the backyard”. He nodded smiling as well.

“I’m glad I listened to you and purchased this cottage”. He rested his forehead against yours. “Thank you, darling. This all became possible thanks to your support”.

You buried one of your hands in his red lokes. “It became possible because of our hard work”. You emphasized the word ‘our’. “Besides, it’s you who gave me hope that both of us can have the peaceful life we have always sought. Thanks to you I know I deserve to be happy”. You hugged him tighter. “Thank you, honey”.

He shook his head, “You’re the one who saved me not the opposite”. The day you met Odasaku he was sitting at a table in the café you used to work at. He was lost in his thoughts after a brief exchange with a middle-aged man.

You placed a piece of cake on his table. “I haven’t ordered anything”. He said looking at you confused. The moment your eyes met, he felt butterflies all over his stomach and everything that surrounded him went slow.

You smiled kindly. “It’s a gift, nothing a good chocolate cake can’t fix”. Your smile was the most breathtaking thing his eyes landed on. Your smile must be one of the wonders of the world, otherwise, nothing would make sense in this dark twisted world. It was your smile that made him understand why the sun rises every day, why rainbows appear, why the sky is blue and why flowers blossom. All good things happened because in a café in the middle of some city in Japan worked a beautiful young lady with an angelic smile. “Do you mind if I join you?” you asked face blushing and eyes looking down. “My shift is about to end and I…”. you were stumbling over your words. “I thought you… you might use some company”. You looked up a shy smile adorning your features. He slowly nodded. You went to the locker room; you took off your apron and hung it. You glanced at the small mirror, you detached your hair and smoothed it. You took a place at the stranger’s table. His blue eyes were fixed on you, you don’t know why but you felt like the weight of the world was crushing the man’s shoulders. His eyes were cold and empty like there was nothing but void behind them. You wondered what kind of things someone as young as him has experienced to have such a vacant stare.

While lost in his eyes he pushed the cake into the middle of the table. “Care to share it with me?” his deep voice resonated through your soul. You accepted his offer with a smile. He told you about the book he spent the last months reading over and over. He told you about his new dream, he wants to be a novelist he said. He didn’t say what he does for a living or mention if he has a family or someone somewhere waiting for him to come back. All he spoke about was the world he wanted to write about and the stories he wanted to narrate. And you found it endearing how a stranger was telling you about his dreams and fears.

“Sorry I monopolized the conversation. I haven’t even asked what your name is”. Reaching his hand for you he spoke. “Let’s start all over again, I’m Oda Sakunosuke and I am pleased to meet you”. your hand met his at the middle of the table introducing yourself. He pronounced your name once, twice three times smiling the last time. “Such a beautiful name”. your chest felt tighter and your cheeks were burning, you darted your gaze away. You remained silent for minutes before he asked questions about you. what you like, whether you had dreams or not, family and what you do with your free time. And the conversation went on and on and on until you heard the owner clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation kids, but it’s late and I must close”. He spoke to Odasaku. “Make sure the young lady arrives home safe”.

“You can count on me, sir”. He answered. You wished your boss and co-worker good night and left with Oda. On the walk home, you picked up your conversation where you left it. By the time you arrived, you grew familiar with each other.

“That’s where I live”. You were shifting your weight from one foot to another wondering if he might kiss you before leaving. “I gotta go, thank you for walking me home”. You smiled; he doesn’t remember how many times you made his heart flutter smiling like this.

“Thank you for the cake and the lovely evening”. He was wondering if he should shake your hand. No that’s so awkward after all the time we spent together he scolded himself. Maybe I can give her a hug, or leave a kiss on her cheek. He didn’t know what to do. He knows he has to cease his chance but he wasn’t sure if you could cope with the life he leads. You were still standing looking up at him with soft eyes. He leaned and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Good night y/n, I hope we can meet again”. His voice was low and deep. You breathed in his scent and tried to memorize the tone of his voice. He didn’t leave until you got to your apartment. You turned one last time and waved goodbye before closing your apartment’s door.

One month later he showed up at your workplace holding a bouquet of flowers. You were in the back shop for your pause.

When the owner saw him, he smiled. “She’s eating, should I call her?” he glanced at his watch. “She will be back in minutes”.

Oda shook his head. “It’s alright I’ll wait”. You haven’t noticed him right away when you came back. You went to his table to take his order thinking he was a customer.

“Good afternoon, sir; what can I get you”. you asked smiling.

When he looked back at you your breath caught, holding a hand to your mouth you searched for your words but nothing came out.

“I would like to have a date”. He simply said handing you the flowers. “I’ll pick you up this evening if you don’t mind”. Still surprised you nodded eagerly.

After that first date came along other firsts. First embrace, first kiss, first night and love confessions. And now you were standing in the middle of your house in his arms savoring his lips.

“I love you Sakunosuke”. You whispered feeling him smiling against your neck. And sooner the smile became a kiss and the kiss became a soft bit. Regular breathing became heavier, heart rate faster and kisses slopier. His hands were everywhere, caressing, molding and kneading your soft skin. His hair became a mess thanks to your hands and the buttons of his black shirt discarded. He only detached his lips from yours to take off your blouse giving himself access to your cleavage. He freed one breast from your bra’s cup and rubbed the nub with his thumb and index causing you to gasp. Your hands were trailing up and down his large back and toned torso caressing and kissing each scar. He brought back his lips to yours and guided you to the couch. He laid on top of you after getting rid of both of your pants.

“We are finally home”. He spoke as you cupped his cheek and smiled at him. with one expert hand he unclasped your bra. He dragged his mouth from on top of yours along your neck, pausing to nibble your earlobe and earning a soft moan from your now glistening and swollen lips. Then moved to your shoulders leaving marks behind him down to your chest. He run his tongue in the valley between your breasts and then circled and tilted each nipple until they became hard. Lifting his head slightly ‘til your gazes locked he parted his lips and captured one of your nipples with his teeth.

“Sakunosuke”. You moaned when he started sucking your now sensitive nipple. The sound in the background and his mouth made the experience ethereal. With each swipe of his tongue, you felt like were dead and then brought back to life. Your cheeks were red and burning, your eyelids felt heavy and your breathing grow harder with each passing second. Surprised your back arched when two fingers slide past your wet folds. The movement caused your breasts to bounce in a way that caused him to twitch in his briefs.

“So pretty”. He breathed watching you reacting to his digits inside of you. “And so wet for me”. He curled his fingers brushing your sweet spot causing your last bit of sanity to shatter and wash away.

When you finally rode out of your euphoria you tugged at his arm. “Let’s stay here honey”. He pulled himself out of you, brought the blanket that was on the other couch and laid next to you. He shoved you closer until half of your body was on top of his after cleaning you. Chest pressed against his and one of your thighs placed between his legs, he covered your nudity with the blanket. You nuzzled his neck and closed your eyes. “When will you bring the kids to live here with us?” you inquired.

“Tomorrow morning, I wanna spend the rest of the day alone with you”.

“Let’s remain like this forever”. You asked.

“I’ll never leave your side”. He kissed your hair. “I love you”.

[thesupernaturalhouse]

So uh, on my lmk au hype and I'm not coming down until I explain some of it-

Okay so, essentially I just put my ocs into the story; ocs that are going to be in a original book I hope to make later but also fit well with the lmk story...and whenever I really like a show/game my brain makes an oc or inputs my ocs into it-

Which is why their names aren't originally Chinese and I'm working on it for...mainly my own enjoyment cause coming up with names is fun okay-

Anywyas, enough of my ranting: Macaque, on his journey to find wukong is found my Maya(or Xiaoyu, might changer her name) loking crazy and half starved

the fucking food!- Maya/Xiaoyu 20 minutes later

Who proceed st kidnap him to her camp, like she akss if he wants to come and when he doesn't answer just drags him to her mom Violet and her siblings and girlfriend

Said girlfriend is the god of death/ruler of Diyu aka a God who originally came up to force Wukong to put his name back in the book only to meet this misfit group and be adopted and claimed as a lover....and do the same thing Wukong did not even a week later of knowing em, yes she has a scythe

Said siblings are: her older twin sister, Beatrice who is the complete opposite of Maya, and her two emotionally adopted younger twin siblings, Peach-Cut(still working on the name) and Goldie who aren't related but are the same age and don't know when their birthdays are so- twins

Long story short they end up travling together doing various shenanigans; including teasing Mac about his boyfriend, hiding bodies, burning down a church, making a land mine, getting shot at by Violet, making friendship bracelets, teaching Mac how to cook, teaching Bea how to heal, teaching Maya how to throw knives, teaching Eclipse how to knit, and teaching Violet to read, and much more

Fun sibling shenanigans with a side of murderous rage and intend. Also, just now relaizing this: their essentially the opposite of Wukongs gang

Heres an example: Tang: murder is bad and shouldn't be used Wukong! Violet: you shouldn't Kill for no reason....but it IS a valid option you should use if ya need to

Once again, long story short, Mac didn't Wukong dies and boom now he has a child! They make it to Tieshan/PIFs castle, and that's all I have planned so far

The au well have a lot more journey to the west elements, so like red is captured by the gold rings and such; but he's far younger and so a deal is made where they'll take out about 90% of the fire and let him go....haven't worked out all the details bit Maya ends up getting 25%-ish of it cause of Wukong, who freaks out and ends up hurting her pretty bad

I'm thinking golden fillet placed on her head because paranoia of the fire taking ievr or something, need to work it out; Eclispe kills her, removes the filled, then puts her wife's sound back into her body and hooks a grudge against wukong eve since(Maya doesn't but she's incapable of hating anybody....except abusers and such)

Next up I'll explain what they look like, again send asks! I'd love to talk more about this au!! Like the designs for the characters canon and oc and the angst later on

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

fate ft au (bc I'm replaying fate/extra)

(also note that fate/extra is like. the only fate content I've consumed in general. and I didn't quite understand everything? I just know it's addicting ok?!)

also also if y'all are ok with game emulators:

https://www.emulatorgames.net/roms/playstation-portable/fate-extra/

> the Heartfilias are the Harweys (so Lucy plays the role of Leonardo)

> Layla died not due to sickness but in the last Holy Grail War (she obviously lost lmao)

> Layla's servant was Aquarius

> Loke is Lucy's half-brother from her mother's side (so he plays the role of Julius)

> Rin Tohsaka is Erza (and her servant is Gerard)

> Rani the Eighth is Levy (her servant is Gajeel)

> Lucy's servant is Natsu

> she only calls him Dragneel so everyone assumes he is Zeref instead of his younger brother

> technically Zeref would indeed have been more powerful than Natsu, but Lucy had always been more fascinated by the overlooked younger brother whenever learning about them in history class (definitely not projecting or anything lol)

> she convinced her dad to summon natsu instead by pointing out that the less known the servant the bigger the advantage

> and her plan actually works pretty well? they always enter the arena with misinformation and since Lucy and Natsu are the only ones who get out again. well. it's not like *they* are gonna go and spread the truth

> Jude sent Loke to the military since this is a respectable position away from the estate

> he was low-key hoping something would happen to him there? he had already arranged a beneficial marriage for Lucy and was hoping they would be his official heirs. (also bc loke technically isn't his)

> Karen can be his direct superior who abuses both her underlings and her power? idk

> so. and here is where things get interesting

> technically the goals for the Heartfilias (aka Harweys) stay the same

> that is also the reason Loke volunteered to participate in the holy grail war. he doesn't care if it is through him or Lucy he just wants peace.

> if he and Lucy are the last ones he actually plans on throwing the fight. with no real support system (he and Lucy didn't really have a chance to grow close due to Jude) his mental state is in a really bad place

> and. here is the awkward part

> Layla actually started disagreeing with the Heartfilia way of seeing things

> she wanted to win the holy grail not for everything to stand still (aka Heartfilia wish), but to wish everything to change and keep going (aka Rin Tohsaka wish)

> Jude never found out (since she never got to actually wish for it considering she lost), but Layla's last words to her daughter was a confession explaining her actual true intentions in the tournament

> and thus Lucy's actual reason to enter the tournament is to fulfill her *mother's* last wish, not the Heartfilia one

> as you can imagine this doesn't exactly help with Lucy and Loke's estranged siblings situation lol

> I hope this makes sense? that's it for now but I'll add to it as I get to the actual fights in the game lmao

[skeppynotfounds]

the thought of dream doing a video to face reveal instead of just pics makes me so terrified fo rhim and want to throw up like that gives antis opportunities to take screenshots of him like mid talking making a weird face to try and say hes ugly or whatever and hes not as in control of it at that point and it just makes me kidna sick loke ohh dreamie can we please go back to you bening fully in control and posting pics first like :((( i understand wanting to milk kt for clout by making it a video but dream please. i am so nervous about this plan and like yeah the antis wont matter and i think them being gross about it will make peop;e call them out like hey wtf but theyre still going to be a loud minority and im praying dttwt just fucking ignores them and bloks them and moves on but i already know im going to be avoiding twitter for like 2 weeks post drace reveal and . ok thats my demons off my chest Love to you ro hugs

what brings me a lot of peace - and i hope this will help you in some way too - is how dream has always been SOO confident about his face reveal. he's got his ego like a proud leo ofc but i don't think he's hoping for anyone to compliment his looks (although we're gonna do so anyway) and he doesn't give the smoggest fuck about any anti calling him ugly because he knows he's not. i know that reading that stuff as a fan isn't pleasant t see, and i would advise against being active on twt yeah, but i hope it feels a little bit better that those tweets aren't gonna make dream feel bad >:(

love 2 you too anogie ☹️💙

[siixkiing]

@takeachanceontoday​ con’t { ☯ }

“There’s my scholar.”

Worried expression soon turned to one of relief, feeling the tension leave his body when he heard Tang’s voice finally speak. He hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath in the moment. Not that breathing was all too important in the moment  — or even really needed on his part. Thumbs gently rubbing to wipe away tears as they fell. Pressing closer and offering comfort.

“It’s alright...it’s alright...you didn’t hurt anyone, you didn’t...”

Voice soft and gentle, doing his best to reassure Tang in the moment. Knowing how worried the other was about what had just happened. Not that he hadn’t been worried himself. The fear of loosing the other to what laid below the surface — it frightened the golden simian to his core. 

“Just, try to rest now...I got you — ”

“ — I’ll keep you safe while you do. I swear.”

With that, the Monkey King moves and hoist the man into his arms. It was time to find somewhere quiet so Tang could recuperate and he could give him his undivided attention. His love needed it right about now and he was going to provide it.

[spellshite]

Some high-ranked player during coaching session: so, what is your rank?

Me: uhh bronze...but wood or stone could be better, or maybe a cork tier. Or toilet paper tier lol

High-ranked player 2: ah but she has said that plays on a old laptop, but I think that could get an higher rank quickly if she changes the computer!

High-ranked player 3: I was thinking to change mine, I can sell you my used pc!

Me: yeah nice, but the problem is that I don't have money

High-ranked player 3: maybe [another mid-high ranked player's nickname] could sell you his money

Mid-high ranked player 4: yeah! I can sell you 700 euros for 700 euros

Me: wtf but thanks

[holdmytesseract]

Of Fathers and Sons 》 Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request:

"Daddy! Loki idea❤️

Baby's first bifrost

YN and Loki are going to visit grandparents Odin & Frigga and YN is nervous about the bifrost. Loki comforts her.

Also bonus points for cute grandparents stuff!" - Requested by my lovely friend @lokisgoodgirl ! Thank you for the cute request! 😄💚

Summary: It's time for Ella's first travel with the Bifrost - and not just that... There's someone important she is about to meet...

Warnings: fluff, itsy-bitsy bit of angst, fluff!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: The first request for the Baby Fever AU - yaaay! 🥳💚 I had so much fun writing this! The request inspired me, so I added my idea to the fic. I hope that's okay, @lokisgoodgirl! 😊 It's quite a bit emotional - and I love it. 😁 Ps. I didn't want to spoiler much. That's the reason why the summary is so short. 😂🙈 The title just came into my mind and I kinda liked it. 😊

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"Do you really think she's going to be fine?" Y/N asked, biting her lip nervously. Her gaze was fixated on the small baby girl, who slept peacefully in the baby car seat; pink dummy in her mouth. "Darling..." Loki began, stepping over to his wife and placing both his hands on her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I promise you, Ella will be perfectly fine. The Bifrost is not going to harm her. Trust me." The young woman inhaled deeply, but gave her Prince a soft smile. "Have I ever not trusted you, Lokes?" "Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?" The cunning Trickster winked with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at his repartee. "No." His hands travelled up to cup her cheeks, "See?" before he dipped his head to press a soft kiss on her lips. "Shall we leave then? I bet my parents are expecting us already." Y/N nodded, "Yes. Let's go." and grabbed Ella's changing bag, while Loki squatted down in front of the baby car seat, carefully unbuckling the straps, which secured her. Loki already felt bad for what he was about to do, but it was better that way... He slipped his hands underneath Ella's small body and lifted her up - what caused her to slightly stir already. Loki held her with one arm and bounced her gently up and down in order to somehow wake her up. They had both agreed, that it was probably for the best, if Ella was awake for her first proper travel experience with the Bifrost - not to irritate her or something.

Her face contorted in her sleep, a frown spreading on her forehead. "Come one, baby girl, wake up." He stroked her cheeks in addition and pinched softly - not to hurt her, her tiny feet, which were wrapped up in the footsies of the white, pink rompers she wore. That caused her to finally wake up, big blue eyes fluttering open. On an instant, the small girl started to whimper and whine, causing the dummy to fall from her mouth on Loki's arm. "I know, princess, I know..." Loki whispered, pressing small kisses on her head. "Daddy is so sorry, but it's better that way..." Those words didn't seem to reassure Ella. She was still upset that her sleep has been so rudely interrupted; small cries leaving her pouty lips. Not even a kiss from her mama could help... Loki grabbed with his free hand the baby car seat, continuously bouncing Ella on his other arm, trying to calm her down. "Ready, love?" Loki asked, looking compassionately at Y/N, knowing that she had been quite a bit anxious about that. Also, because the Bifrost made her throw up most of the times... "Yeah." "Alright. Hold on to me?" The Y/H/C haired woman nodded once again and wrapped her arms around Loki's waist, changing bag slung over her shoulder. The prince looked up at the ceiling. "Heimdall? We are rea-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, before the familiar rainbow light swallowed them whole. While Y/N let out a squeal and held on to her husband for dear life, Ella had stopped her crying, surprised by the sudden change of her surroundings. She looked around, before her wide blue eyes met her father's identical ones, tiny mouth agape. Loki smiled at his daughter, witnessed how her confusion turned into fascination. No second later, the tiny girl started to giggle, looking around in awe, watching how the rainbow lights danced in front of her eyes. Unfortunately, it was over very soon, as Loki and Y/N felt the Asgardian ground beneath their feet. "Oh gods, not again..." Groaned the woman, immediately turning away from her God to, well... Throw up. What else?

"Every time..." She whined, turning back, only to see Loki smiling amusingly. "Stop laughing! That's not funny!" Y/N slapped his arm. "I'm sorry, darling." Loki quickly apologised and kissed her. "But... Look! Ella's fine! She even had her fun. Giggled through the whole travel, right princess?" He teased Y/N a bit, kissing Ella on her head again. "You're being mean." Loki chuckled. "No, I am not." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, you are." "No, I am not. I just stated the facts." Y/N pouted. "I love you. Now come on." He reached out his hand for Y/N to take. She sighed, but of course, took it. "Love you too, you cheeky, mischievous scamp." This caused Loki to chuckle again.

Together they made their way to the palace, passing by Heimdall, of course. "Heimdall." The raven-haired man greeted him with a nod. "Prince Loki, Princess Y/N... The carriage awaits you." He took a small bow and smiled at the couple. It was the third time for Y/N that she had the privilege to enter one of Asgards golden carriages, drawn by two white horses - and she was still totally enchanted by it, feeling like the princess she actually was. For Ella, it was the first time. Okay, strictly speaking it was her second time, but Y/N didn't count the one time when she had been pregnant. Loki handed Ella over to her mother and turned to open the golden door of the carriage for his girls, being the charming gentleman he was. "My princesses..." He said with a smile, gesturing inside the carriage. Y/N giggled and curtsied, "Thank you, my prince." before she climbed inside. Loki followed after, baby car seat in hands. When they were all seated properly, the carriage set into motion. Y/N couldn't help the giddy feeling inside her. She still quite couldn't grasp after all those years that she was practically speaking royalty. And yet she looked so 'Midgardian' - as Loki would put it. A normal summer dress and ballerinas. She suppressed a giggle. "What is it, love?" Loki asked, an amused smile on his face. "Nothing, babe. It's just... I still can't believe I am a princess and looking so... normal." He chuckled. "Well, I am not better, am I?" "You are. You're at least wearing a shirt and suit trousers." They had a laugh together, while Ella was in Y/N's lap, dummy back in her mouth and already half asleep again. "Seems like riding a carriage lulls her to sleep." Loki stated, smiling down at the baby girl. "Seems so, yeah..."

Once they had reached the big, spacious, golden palace of Asgard, they went straight for the gardens, where they had been already awaited for tea-time…

 "Mother." Loki smiled, when he approached the golden garden table, at which Frigga sat, seemingly enjoying the sun on her skin. The prince's voice caught her attention, of course and Frigga stood immediately up, meeting her son on the way. "Loki." The Queen smiled and wrapped him up in a big hug. "Hello, mother." Y/N stood behind, watched with a smile. Her heart clenched at the sight. She adored the deep bond Loki shared with Frigga. Ella was in her arms, cooing away softly, still on the verge of entering the world of dreams. After Frigga had greeted Loki, she moved past him towards her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. "Y/N, my dear." The two women hugged each other carefully, not to hurt Ella. "Hey, Frigga." "It's so great to see you again, dear. It's been a while..." That was true. Frigga had lastly seen her and Ella in the days after the birth. "That's quite right... I am sorry that we are just now come to visit." Frigga shook immediately her head. "Please don't apologise. It's alright. I understand that you wanted to wait until Ella is a bit older to travel with the Bifrost and take her with you. Thor and Jane did the same with Eisa, didn't they tell you?" "No. We talked about a lot but not about the obvious." Y/N said, giggling softly. "Thank you for understanding." "Of course!" An adorable coo from Ella, attracted immediately Frigga's attention. She looked down, smiling. "Oh, hello, my sweet little princess!" Ella looked up at her grandmother, smiling, despite the dummy in her mouth. "May I hold her?" Y/N nodded, "Of course!" and handed the baby over. "She has grown so much..." Stated the queen. "But she still looks like her father." Her gaze wandered to Loki, who held a smile on his face as well. They exchanged a look who spoke more than words could do. The proudness, love and happiness in Frigga's eyes...

"Speaking of fathers... Where is the Allfather?" The God asked. "He had been delayed beforehand and had to do something important. But he should be here soon." Loki nodded and thought for a moment. "Do you know where he is?" "In our chambers, I think." Another beat of silence passed. "Mother, may I have Ella back? I'd like to... Go to him and, uh, do this alone." He gazed at his wife. "Y/N, darling, is that alright? I-I feel like I have to do this alone." Y/N smiled and stepped closer, taking his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "It's okay. I know how important this is for you." She kissed him softly, before releasing his hand. "Thank you." He whispered, before taking his daughter in his arms. "Mother, I-" Frigga just nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "I know." See, it wasn't the first time Frigga saw her granddaughter... But it was the first time Odin would meet Ella. At the time of the birth, he hadn't been in Asgard. An important negotiation had forced him to make his way to Vanaheim that week and causing him to miss Ella's birth. The queen cupped her son's cheek. "Go to him." He nodded and made his way back inside the palace.

Loki's and Odin's father-son relationship hadn't always been the best - let's put it that way. There were difficult times and quite a lot of troubles they went through. Loki's heritage for example. Or that Thor had always been preferred over him by Odin. Luckily, they overcame those obstacles - together as a family and since Loki had Y/N in his life, everything had turned to the better for him anyway. By now, Odin and Loki's bond was stable. Not as deep as Loki's and Frigga's, but it was there. Loki had stopped proving to his father that he could be as good as his older brother or better and started to just be himself. He learned to accept his Jotun form; learned that a throne wasn't the glorious purpose he was looking for. His family was - and that was one reason why it was so important for the prince to have this upcoming moment with his father alone. Loki had grown, was more a man than he ever was before. He was a husband. A father. He had found the meaning of his life, without a doubt.

"Father?" Loki said after taking a deep breath, knocking at the big, pretentious door of his parent's chambers. The door got opened by a guard. "Prince Loki." He bowed. "Is my father...? Can I...?" Loki stammered, quite a bit nervous. Why was he nervous? "I'll ask the king." With those words, the guard disappeared again. Ella seemed to feel her father's nervosity. She started to whimper, tiny feet kicking against Loki's arm. "Hey, p, don't cry. Shhh, it's okay." He started to rock her gently, peppering small kisses on her chubby cheeks. "Your daddy is just a bit nervous, 'cause you're going to meet his daddy." To hear her father's calming voice seemed to reassure Ella a bit again and she got quieter. Moments later, the guard returned. "The king would like to see you." The guard stepped aside, granting Loki access. Odin stood on the majestically balcony, looking over his kingdom. Of course, he heard his son's approaching steps. "My apologies, son. I'd have loved to join you, Y/N and my wife sooner, but there was this incident I needed to take care of and-" By now, Odin had turned around and froze immediately mid-sentence, when he saw Loki standing only a few steps behind him, with a soft smile on his face - and his granddaughter in his arms. A shaking breath left the older man's lips. "Son, is that...?" Loki nodded quickly, "Father... Meet Ella - your granddaughter." and stepped closer, so that Odin was able to see her properly. Big blue eyes, meeting his eye. The tiny girl looked up at the other man in awe. It was a face she had never seen before. So, they just stared at each other. Was the Allfather... speechless? "Would you... Would you like to hold her?" Loki asked, quite a bit clumsily. Odin just nodded without saying a word. A few seconds later was Ella in his arms, eyes still locked on the older man she didn't know. It took her a few moments to feel comfortable, knowing that she was safe and that nothing was happening to her. Maybe she sensed that Odin was her grandfather? The familiarity? Ella started to smile and coo softly, reaching up her tiny hand to touch the Allfather's cheek and beard. It was a heart-warming moment. Loki felt it, saw the adoration in his father's eye - and was that a tear, rolling down the old man's face? The young God's heart threatened to break through his ribcage, it was beating that fast. Once Odin was able to tear his eye away from the small baby girl, he immediately looked at his son. "She is absolutely beautiful." He said with a smile, before he reached out and placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. "I am so proud of you, my son. Now you understand the true meaning of life. Protecting and caring for this small creature in my arms. Look, how far you've come. You're not the man you've been all those years ago. You found love, have a wonderful woman by your side and now you're a father. You are wiser, stronger and much more mature. Better... You are happier. I couldn't be prouder as I am now, in this moment." Odin smiled - genuinely, proudly and patted his son's shoulder. Loki couldn't believe his ears, had to suppress the upcoming tears. His father never said something like this before - and it made the young God incredibly happy. It meant a lot to him. "Thank you, father." The Allfather nodded and patted Loki's shoulder again. "Now let's join our women. I'm sure they are awaiting us already. It's tea-time after all." He watched his father turn around and leave, Ella still happily gurgling in his arms. Loki smiled. What more could he want for his life?

[davinashifts333]

Can you do sugar daddy headcanons for all the members like namjoon?

BTS AS YOUR SUGAR DADDY:

⚫️summary; you know what it is & don’t lie lol. basically how all the boys would act as your sugar daddy.

⚠️warnings; smut implied, swearing, adult activity, nsfw, not for kids so 18+ ONLY, etc. thanks.

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KIM SEOKJIN:

-would 100% want to degrade you.

-likes thicker girls so he’s obsessed… LOKE OBSSESSED with marking your thighs.

-demands that you call him Mr.Kim or Mr.WWH, of course.

-loves to call you Honey or Sweetheart… in a low raspy tone…

-sweet in the streets but dirty in the sheets.

-loves to shower you with jewelry & presents.

-to your shocking surprise? he actually LOVES being dominated. like him getting to lay back while you throw it back on him? YES.

-can we talk about how he begs you to leave hickeys on his shoulders & scratches on his back? they’re like his trophies of how good he fucked you the previous night.

-very much… MAFIA SUGAR DADDY VIBES…

MIN YOONGI:

-when I tell you this man is so shy yet so fucking horny for you… he literally will do anything & everything to make sure the others know you’re HIS.

-loves to call you Kitten & Babydoll.

-loves when you call him Daddy or Daddy Suga, either one.

-he 100% becomes Agust D in bed… nothing can change my mind… he WILL demolish you & dominate you until you’re trembling under him.

-loves to hold you close after he’s done having his way with you.

-is so intimidating in public but will melt in your hands at your slightest touch.

-despite being the “toughest” member, he definitely does anything & everything for his Kitten.

JUNG HOSEOK:

-is literally a GODLY Sugar Daddy.

-CAN & WILL make sure youre dressed head to toe in designer clothing & accessories.

-CAN & WILL make sure to have a choker with HIS name around your neck.

-CAN & WILL make sure the whole world knows whos name you scream every night.

-will often joke about how flexible you are compared to him.

-despite being a literal ball of sunshine this man as your Sugar Daddy is another level of hot.

-loves to call you Sweetie or Baby.

-loved when you call him Hoba or Daddy Hope.

-is quite literally the sweetest thing in & out of bed & will always make sure you’re okay with anything he does because despite him wanting to hear you scream his name, he still is a gentleman.

KIM NAMJOON:

-do we really have to say this man WONT degrade you? because HE WILL.

-the dirtiest motherfucker out there when it comes to you being in public, at a club or meeting with him & in a tight little dress HE bought you, as he whispers what he wants to & WILL do to you when you get home.

-will demand you call him DADDY MONSTER or Daddy Joon & nothing less.

-loves to call you his Princess or his Naughty Little Girl.

-will 100% have daily presents for you just for breathing dude.

*for more, go read my previous post about KNJ as your Sugar Daddy. 🫶🏼*

PARK JIMIN:

-is the most romantic yet dirty Sugar Daddy ever.

-has a bundle of 100 long stem red roses sitting on a table next to the skimpiest lingerie waiting for you when you get home.

-he will 100% be wearing a matching set of his own (basically just a lace speedo) in bed waiting for you to walk in on him.

-loves to be called Mr. Park or Big Daddy J.

-loves to call you his Pretty Cum Slut or his Dirty Princess.

-will 100% have you ICED THE FUCK OUT in diamonds & other expensive jewels.

-Jimin… I mean Mr. Park… would be the type of sugar daddy to pull up outside your job in a flashy ass limo waiting for you to come out so he could take you home.

-loves to have his hands around your leg, waist, on your ass or even in your back pocket if you’re out & about with him.

-will post cryptic shit with his hand around your neck & then delete if in 5 minutes.

KIM TAEHYUNG:

-the most mysterious yet a bit crazy Sugar Daddy to exist.

-he will be so jealous at times that he will make sure to leave his hand print on your add so if anyone was to see it, they wouldn’t touch you.

-will show up with your favorite flowers & favorite clothing brand (obviously something expensive) after a rough night.

-loves to be called Mr. V/ Mr. Kim or Daddy V. but also only allows you to call him Taehyung because you’re the only person who sees his vulnerability…

-loves to call you his Tigress or his Feisty little thang.

-would be the type of sugar daddy who watched you & the people around from a far just to make sure you were safe.

-like Jimin he would be cryptic on social media but take it down after sending the fandom into a mess.

-would love to see his name on your body in any way, shape or form.

-loves to bathe you, it turns him on lowkey so it always ends up with shower sex.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

-my favorite one to do this for currently since this man is my bias wrecker.

-to start this (longest) part Jeon Jungkook would a gazillion percent be the type of sugar daddy who was so possessive & handsy but dangerously jealous at the same time.

-he would want you to call him Daddy JK or Kookie only & if you didn’t he would 1000000000% punish you.

-seeing as the whole perilla leaf debate made jealous Jungkook a HUGE turn on for me… our Golden Maknae would most certainly love for you to feed him.

-if he saw you as much as standing too close to a guy he thought liked you, he would swoop in, & grab you in the most inappropriate way possible while roughly making out with you, while locking eyes with said guy…

-would choke you like no one’s business.

-would love to have you tattooed on him so he gets your lips tattooed on his chest, not too big but just big enough for you to always end up kissing that same tattoo.

-would want to see his name tattooed on you & have it visible enough for when you wore those skimpy dressed he loved so much on you.

-he would 100% be like Massimo from 365 days, possessive, dangerous, tattooed SEX GOD, who only bows down for HIS woman & HIS woman only.

-would have a mommy kink because being the baby of the band he most definitely loves being dominated.

-would beg you… BEG YOU… to sit on his face.

-is such an ass AND tits man.

-if you have tattoos he would 100% be tracing them after sex.

-speaking of sex can we all agree that… Daddy Jk… I mean Jungkook loves to fuck you anywhere & everywhere? like if he was in RM’s studio & got a sudden urge he would take you into the restroom, hike up your skirt/dress & fuck the living shit out of you while trying to keep you quiet.

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MORE TO COME! ENJOY! (also i’m not a smut write or usual smut writer but i’m not opposed to writing it. I just get shy thinking it won’t be good. so forgive me.)

[slightlypossessed]

Can I Wash Your Hair? // Loki

Summary: Loki returns from a long day, tired and exhausted both mentally and physically. Deep talk leads to some tears and a pep talk, then eventually hair washing and lovemaking.

Warning: Sad Loki, but also soft Loki so hope that makes up for it. some cuss words, adult themes - nothing major tho. Maybe some grammar and spelling mistakes.

Word Count: 2,5k+

A/n: Midnight writing is always a surprise, when morning comes it'll tell whether this was good writing or not. Hope you like it either way!

Loki has had a long week.

He couldn't help but feel on the verge of exhausted tears as he made his way through the elevator door and into the floor you and he shared.

Today, he'd woken up at six in the morning to attend his strength training with Stark, Steve, Bucky, and Natasha, which lasted for close to two hours.

Two, very long, tedious, and unnecessary hours.

Afterward, he ran to the kitchen to eat a quick breakfast to avoid passing out and then ran to attend his abilities training with Wanda.

Normally, you'd attend this training session with them, but seeing as you were gone for a month-long mission and only returned last night, it seemed appropriate to take a day or two off.

After he was done with his training with Wanda, he transported to the SHIELD headquarter to attend to his assigned duties: a courtesy of SHIELD'S "redemption" program.

He helped train the interns alongside Steve and then scurried off to file and archive mission reports.

Another long, tedious, and unnecessary obligation.

After he was done, he was too exhausted to transport back to the tower, prompting him to ride with Steve in the SHIELD-provided vehicle. The thirty-minute-long ride was filled with Loki attempting to ignore the awkward silence and the judge-y looks the driver kept throwing at him.

By the time he'd arrived at the tower, Loki was both mentally and physically exhausted.

It didn't help at all that he had barely slept the night before: a virtue of his ever-reoccurring nightmares.

By the time his body slipped into an exhausted comatose state, it was already almost five in the morning, and by the time his body started venturing into the realm of REM sleep, his alarm was blaring through his room, startling him awake and out of bed -- a frustratingly horrible beginning to his day.

Loki scuffled towards where you were sitting on the couch with a book in hand.

He moved to lay on the long end of the L-shaped sofa, stretching his body slightly as he let out a groan.

"Long day?" your voice softly breaks through the silence.

"The longest" Loki whines in reply as he turns his body to face you. Despite the clear exhaustion written on his face, he still manages to look effortlessly flawless.

His green eyes sparkle with adoration as he looks at you, but you can still make out the fatigue in them, causing you to frown in concern. Loki isn't usually that worn out after a day, no matter how long it was.

Your eyes trail down his body, taking in the sight of his tight shoulder muscles and set jaw, you also notice how his thighs seem to lay on the couch anxiously tense as if he isn't able to relax them.

A bruise on his ankle catches your eye, causing you to lean forward towards it to take a good look.

"That looks like it hurts, love," you begin, " want me to get you some bruise salve for this?" you suggest as you point to his ankle.

"I'd love that. I got some other bruises that might need the salve too," he mumbles back quietly.

You nod and stand up to get the salve from the kitchen

It was used so often by both of you that instead of dedicating a particular place to keep it, the salve tub just laid on the kitchen counter: a place easy to reach.

"Geez, Lokes. How hard did you train today?" you ask as you walk back toward him, opening the tub as you move.

As you move towards him, you begin to really notice how fatigued he is. Even from a distance, his eye bags are noticeable, and despite his shoulder muscles being tensed from a long day of training, they're also sagging slightly in a manner you could only describe as defeated.

His feet are slightly swollen, an indication that he's stood on them for too long, and his bruised ankles an indication of how tough the training was today.

You begin to notice some other bruises on his shoulders and forearms as you sit beside him on the couch.

His sullen, bruised figure makes your heart clench. You wish you could take away his pain, both emotional and physical.

Loki chooses not to directly answer and instead says,

"They don't like me."

His eyes stare emptily at the ceiling as they brim red with unshed tears.

You begin to rub the salve onto the bruises on his forearm softly and quietly, giving him space to talk about what's on his mind.

"And I understand, I really do, but I just wish that they understood too," he continues, "I wish they understood that if I could go back and change what happened — if I could take away their memories and trauma, I would do it. I would do it without hesitation."

His voice is quiet, and it breaks often, but it has this urgency to it as if he's begging you to understand.

But he doesn't have to, never had to.

You understand him, you always have.

"I never wanted any of this to happen, do you know?" he adds.

"I know," you murmur back, your tone soft, not wanting to disturb this moment of vulnerability.

"Besides you, Wanda understands me best. She understands what it means to be young and misguided, to be built up for something great only to find out it's all been a lie, that you've been brainwashed the whole time,"

You understood what he meant, that he was speaking of Odin's betrayal & lies, and of Thanos' "Glorious purpose".

All lies, all acts that Loki was puppeteered on a string throughout.

All deception and brainwashing, not being able to control his own actions against the influence of the mind stone.

"James gets it too. He knows what brainwashing can lead to, but he never approaches me or even acknowledges me." Loki continues to speak his mind, "I try to pretend that I don't care, but it still hurts, and probably more than any of the offenses from the rest of the team."

He takes a deep breath, trying to control his breathing which has gone slightly erratic.

"He understands me, he knows what I've been through, and he gets it, yet his attitude always indicates hatred, and I always wonder 'is what I've done so bad and unforgivable that even those who understand still can't find it in them to forgive me for it?'"

At this point tears have already started streaming from the corners of his eyes, slowly trailing down and stopping as they make contact with your hands, which by now have stopped rubbing the salve onto his arms and are massaging his shoulders instead.

"Wanda is nice to me, at least, but she still won't speak to me outside of training or if you're not around, and it makes me wonder if she actually hates me too, but is just good at hiding it?"

He sighs, closing his eyes as he does.

"Maybe that's why they train me so hard. Natasha seems to be unable to look me in the eyes, and all Stark and the captain do is scowl at me. I know they hate me, Y/N, they don't even try to hide it." He reopens his eyes and tilts his head to look at you, "I think...they use training as an excuse to take out the anger they have towards me." he finishes.

You stand up and move towards where his feet are, raising them as you sit and plop them on your lap as you begin rubbing the salve on them too.

"They understand, Loki. Believe me, they do." you begin, "They just don't know how to work around all the trauma they got from New York, especially when it's your face they see in those haunting memories." you continue as you give his calf a soft squeeze in reassurance.

"Bucky is just scared, Lokes."

Loki stays silent for a moment, his body curves into itself slightly, as if trying to ward off a sudden pain.

"From...from me?" he questions, his voice timid and sad, his lips trembling slightly.

Shit, no.

"No! No Loki, not like that," you clarify, " he wonders the same thing you do. He and Stark aren't exactly the most civil, same thing with Nat. For them, Bucky is a reminder of a horrible time they suffered, much like you are to them."

"I guess so," he quietly agrees, his body loosening.

"So, he's cared that...I don't know, that their opinions of him might've influenced you and that if he tried to talk to you, you'd dismiss or reject him," you explain to Loki quietly.

He nods at you in understanding, motioning for you to continue.

"It's the same fear you have, bub, he's just worried that the one person who could understand him most would shun him and kick him to the curb. He doesn't hate you Lokes, he's just as scared as you are."

He hums at you while nodding once more, then says "You're right, dove."

"I always am." you tease with a smile.

"But...but what of Wanda?" Loki asks as he returns to the same timid tone he used moments ago.

"She's just a kid, Lokes. She gets you but she also worries about what Steve and the rest would think; she doesn't fully understand the tension between you and them but she tries to stay on the good side of both parties because she's scared of losing this home, Lokes," you reply.

Loki sighs once more then sits up and uses his hands to maneuver backward so that his back rests on the back of the couch, his ankles slipping off your lap in the process.

"You're right once again, darling," Loki replies.

You chuckle, and so does he, the atmosphere now turns sombre and warm, the sadness from earlier fading away, for the most part.

"Talk to them Loki," you suggest, "Start with bucky and Wanda, they'll understand you most. Talk to them at breakfast or after training. Talk about how training went or their duties or even talk about the weather. Once they start warming up to you, the others will follow in suit. You could also ask for Thor for help once he returns from Asgard."

He opens his mouth to object but you raise your hand and cut him off.

"No, Loki. I know you don't like asking for help but he's your brother and the team trusts and loves him and will take his word, even more than they'd do mine. That doesn't mean I won't put in my input, but he'd be more helpful and you know it."

He sighs for the third time this night, this time defeatedly, moving to run his hand through his still sweaty and slightly matted hair, grimacing slightly as he does.

An idea pops into your head, making you smile slyly.

"How about I wash your hair, hmm?" you ask as you grin widely at him.

"Yeah?" he asks with a small smile as he locks eyes with you.

"Yeah." you reply

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Loki sits in the tub filled with warm and soapy water, helping him relax from his long, tiring day.

The bathroom smells of his apple shower gel, a scent that you love oh, so much.

You reach forward and grab his apple shampoo, a complementary product to his beloved shower gel.

You sit back behind him, on the thick marble surrounding the tub as you squeeze a generous amount of the shampoo out onto your hand, then set the bottle aside and lather the shampoo in your hands before reaching out and intertwining your hand in Loki's dark, wet locks.

Slowly and tenderly, you begin to massage his scalp, cleaning it of all the day's dirt and sweat.

Loki groans and leans his head back slightly, his eyes closed in pleasure.

You continue to massage his scalp, moving your fingers in small circles as you press your nails gently onto his skin, making him moan.

Afterward, you start to run your fingers down his hair, stopping at his ends, which were floating in the tub water, then lifting your fingers back up to massage his scalp.

Loki leans his head back entirely as he sinks deeper into the tub, having to bend his knees slightly to fit.

He opens his eyes and locks them straight with yours, giving you a soft smile in the process.

"You know I love you, right?" he asks in a faint whisper.

"I know," you whisper back, "I love you too, so much."

Loki's smile widens and he releases a small giggle as he closes his eyes lightly, a result of the loving, euphoric warmth he feels throughout his chest whenever he's around you. The sound makes your heart flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies.

Loki re-opens his eyes and lifts himself upwards slightly as he stretches a hand behind your head, entangling it into your hair, and pulls you down to kiss you softly.

His lips tangle with yours tenderly, moving at a slow pace that sets your heart alight.

His lips are smooth and warm as they suck at your lips.

You use your hand on his jaw to slowly ease his mouth open, deepening the kiss as you caress his tongue with yours, prompting a deep moan from his throat.

You bite his lower lip as you pull back to look at him, releasing it once you're far enough to see his face.

Loki slowly re-opens his eyes, and when they do open entirely, they are a clear, beautiful green, reflecting his adoration for you.

His figure lays in the tub in a carefree haze, a small love-struck smile playing on his lips.

He looks like he's high.

But good, a good high.

Loki moves upwards once more as he closes his eyes and plants another, hotter kiss on your lips. He deepens this kiss almost instantly.

His lips move at a more feverish pace this time, his motions frantic as if he's trying to mold your faces into one.

He pulls back once more, breathing heavily, his eyes a much darker shade now.

"I think...you should join me in the tub, dove," Loki murmurs as he glances at your lips then back to your eyes.

"Aren't you tired, Lokes?" you question.

"No, not anymore," he smirks, "besides, I have tomorrow off."

"Is that so?" you reply teasingly as you look into his hooded eyes.

"Yeah, it is," he answers as he moves to kiss you once more, this time slower, making your head spin with need.

He pulls you closer, beginning to pull your shirt off.

"I love you," he murmurs against your lips between kisses.

"I love you, too." you gasp back.

He pulls you alongside the tub, waiting as you take your clothes off, then helps ease you into the tub, his arms on your waist.

Then softly, tenderly, begins to make love to you, showing you exactly how grateful he is for you, expressing the love he harbors for you as he brings you to intoxicating highs, murmuring soft confessions of love along your neck and chest.

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