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Chapter 5: Revelations /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: A new discovery leaves her astonished and face to face with an old enemy.

Word Count: 2,7K

Warnings: Blood, mentions of fight and angst.

Notes: King Ridderak making his first cameo in this series hahahaha

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Her heart loudly cracked in her chest as she watched him from afar, her fists banging against the glass cage. She screamed, begging him to not go with the female covered in shadows, her hands dragging him away from her. Her safe heaven had turned into a nightmare.

She sat against the cold floor, her naked body shivering as all of her insecurities started to bubble to the surface, bare for his judgmental eyes to see. His eyes took her in, every inch of uncovered skin, every scar, from the big marks on her back, to the small cuts on her arms and legs.

Blue coated her cheeks as blood concentrated on her face, making her hide her face in embarrassment. Laughter sounded from around her, and as she peeked, everyone she knew stood there, judging, mocking, criticising. She shut her eyes close as Asterin's disappointed glare burned holes in her soul. Disappointed in what she had become.

Tears streamed down her face, burning their way down. It was so hard to breathe, and she felt like the walls were closing on her, crushing her against their confinement. From a thousand miles away from her, the female kept dragging him away. She opened her mouth but nothing came, not a single word, just broken sobs.

Someone knocked on the glass. Long dark hair, green eyes, that big smile turned into a cruel smirk as he moved his head from one side to another in disapproval. Ruvyn lowered his body until he was face to face with her.

“You really thought you deserved love? You’re a fucking filthy bitch, you deserve to die alone.” His voice reverberated through the glass cage and she turned her head, looking for him once again. He was almost gone when the words finally left her lips.

“Azriel!” She yelled. “Please don’t leave me alone.”

A thunder shook the room and she woke up startled. Rubbing the remaining tears of her face, she kicked the covers, taking a quick shower, her riding leathers secured in place. She marched down the house, ignoring the happy chatter. She just wanted to be gone.

Meraxes was as agitated as she felt, frantically moving until she rested her head against his nose, trying to calm him down. He lowered his leg, and she climbed, adjusting her body on the saddle and eagering him towards the sky.

Thunders ripped the skies, rain pelted against her body making her shiver in her seat. Velaris was getting far away, she aimed for the mountains, wanting to get as alone as possible. Tears mixed with rain drops as glimpses of her dream filled her head.

She screamed in anger. How was it possible that even after so many years he still had the power to mess with her head? Make her feel small like a little witchling. She hated him, and she hoped he was rotting in the underworld, he didn’t deserve to be claimed by the Darkness.

Meraxes landed, heart beating in synchrony with hers, afraid she would do something crazy from up there, if the wild emotions emanating from her were any indications of it. She hit her hands against his sides, telling him to move again but he stood his ground, not moving a muscle.

“Great.” She growled, removing the belt that kept her on it. Sliding down his leg and pacing around like a madwoman.

She still had another thing to face, despite her best efforts to make it seem that it wasn’t that big of a deal. She was finally able to name the winged male that plagued her dreams for years.

Azriel.

The name echoed on her head and she clenched her fists, as if she wasn’t already in deep shit. She sat by Meraxes feet, petting his nose as he rested his head by her side. She felt all that shame once again as she remembered how disgusted he looked at her. He had never looked at her like that before, maybe something changed now that he finally saw her in person.

She wondered if he dreamed of her too, if he knew who she was. He had said to be patient if he didn’t remember her at first, what did it even mean? She wanted to confront him, but she didn’t want to look like she was crazy in case he didn’t share the same dreams. She wouldn’t embarrass herself further.

Once again she found herself contemplating the big question: What the fuck she would do?

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“Do you think she was alright?” Nesta wondered, still looking at where Y/N had stormed, like the thunderstorm outside.

“Why do you care?” Elain asked, her bored gaze fixed on her sister, everyone seemed to care a lot about that female lately.

“She’s a guest in my house, I'm just concerned.” She replied, but deep down, she was worried because she knew that broken expression and empty eyes like the palm of her hand. The same expression she had for months after the events with Hybern, the same feelings she fought so hard to never feel again.

“Talking about guests, would you let Lucien stay here?” Feyre asked, holding Nyx against her chest as she fed the baby. “I don’t think he’ll want to stay at the River House.” She subtly nodded towards Elain.

“Yeah, he’s welcome to stay here too.” Nesta agreed. Lucien wasn’t that bad after all.

“I still don’t know why he’s coming, I don't want him here.” The middle Archeron protested, making Feyre roll her eyes.

“Lucien is a member of this court and a dear friend of mine, he has the right to be here whether you want it or not.” Feyre spoke gently, despite this conversation making her exhausted, whenever Lucien was invited Elain would act like that, just to sit seething with anger whenever he interacted with another female.

“Alright, I'm sorry.” She said, biting a cookie. She felt anxiety curse through her body at the thought of seeing Lucien again, it’s been a few months since she last saw him, she wondered if he was doing alright.

The doors bursted open, water pooled at her feet, a black liquid coated her clothes and her face. She was holding a decapitated head, Elain and Feyre felt their stomachs twisting at the sight and the horrible smell that covered both her and the head.

“We have a problem.”

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Meraxes’ head lifted from the ground, she wasn’t sure how much time had passed, the tears had stopped and all she felt was a heaviness on her chest, making it hard to breath as usual. She heard the low growl from the wyvern, his eyes squinted as he felt something approaching.

She quickly got up, hands grabbing the handle of Godslayer, placing the sword in front of her and whatever was approaching. The smell that hit her nose made her stomach churn, bile rose on her throat and she had to prevent herself from throwing up.

Bells rang in her mind, the smell wasn’t unknown to her, and despite her better judgement, she took a deep breath, welcoming the scent inside her lungs, making a bitter taste fill her mouth.

The form that ran towards her wasn’t unknown either, a body covered in greyish skin, not a single hair in it, long arms and legs, vaguely reminiscent of a human in height, huge claws and a big mouth filled with pointy teeth ready to devour her flesh. His legs looked like one of hinds, almost quadrupedal.

She roamed around in her mind for the right name, a creature that was summoned and guaranteed the powers from its victims to the summoner. Its slit-like nose sniffled the air and that mouth opened in a horrific grin.

Ridderak, that’s what this thing was, she was warned about them, those bloodthirst fuckers. She didn’t know if that thing was meant for her, but she wouldn’t give it the chance to find its target.

He lunged for her, claws digging the soil as he ran like a dog towards her, jumping away from the venom in Meraxes tail as he swung it in its direction. The Ridderak ran on two legs again, dodging the wyvern’s attempts to stop him.

Y/N waited for it, jumping out of the way as it lunged for her, its huge claws ripping the ground where she stood just mere seconds ago. She swung her swords, cutting the skin, black putrid blood poured from the cut.

She cursed when at light speed, the monster turned around, its venomous teeth missing the skin of her arm by just a few inches. She had to avoid them at all costs, she didn’t know if they had their Yrene here, and she wouldn’t risk getting poised by something they couldn’t cure. She refused to die here, for that thing.

Meraxes moved around them, trying to land a hit on the Ridderak while she tried to avoid his claws. He lunged for her again, and she descended her sword, the blade slicing its arm, she forced the weapon down, watching as it screeched in agony, the hand hanging by just a tiny patch of skin.

Its other hand found the skin of her side, on a superficial cut through her leathers and her ribs. She sucked in a breath, pain erupting from the gash, her head getting slightly dizzy, but thankfully its claws weren’t poisoned too.

She moved her body away from it, feeling the deeper claw get out of her inch by painful inch. Warm blood started to run down her side, she rolled her eyes. Those were her only pair of leathers in this damn place.

The Ridderak wrapped a hand around her cloak, pulling her harshly to the side, her knees failed and she fell, her head hitting the ground with full force, knocking the air out of her lungs. She barely had time to process before the thing tried to bite at her face, her sword had flown out of her reach, she cursed. She opened her hands, her claws projecting out of their confinement and she aimed for the heart.

The feeling of her nails piercing the tight skin could only be described as disgusting. She wrapped her hand around the beating heart, pulling it out with all her strength. Black blood splashed across her face, so sticky that even the heavy rain couldn’t wash it all off.

She pushed that damned thing away, its body falling limply in the ground. She grabbed her sword, removing its head just to be sure it wouldn’t come back to life again. She frowned as the adrenaline faded and that horrible smell started to stand out.

She wrapped her cloak around the wound to stop the bleeding. Meraxes lowered until she could climb, gritting her teeth as more pain erupted from the wound. She adjusted the belt and placed the head on her lap. Meraxes grabbed the body in between his claws and they flew back to the House of Wind.

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“Are you hurt?” Nesta asked. They had placed the head on top of the table and suggested that she could take a bath, to which she didn’t disagree.

“Just a bit.” She said, removing the cloak and opening her leathers. Nesta watched as she revealed the wound, four slashes across her ribs, one deeper than the others.

“I would hardly call that a bit, I'm getting you a healer.” The Archeron said, leaving the witch alone so she could shower.

It hurted like a bitch when the water and later soap hit the wound, but she had to deep clean if she wanted to get rid of an infection. The shower was longer than she had wanted, but no matter how much she had cleaned herself, she kept feeling just as dirty.

After her skin was pink and raw, she had left, she had a few bruises here and there but the worst was the ribs. She opted for a pair of leggings and a loose shirt with no bra underneath, to avoid pressure on it.

Someone knocked on her door, she allowed them in. Nesta entered followed by an older female, she had kind brown eyes and a gentle smile. She reminded her of Hafiza, the latter always being so nice to her, she enjoyed having tea with her whenever she had to go to the Tower of Dawn.

“This is Madja.” Nesta introduced her. “And this is Y/N.”

“It’s really nice to meet you.” Y/N started. “But I'm fine.” She moved, wincing in pain.

“That’s what I'm going to see.” She turned to Nesta, silently asking for privacy. The female nodded and left the room. Madja pointed toward the bed. “Lady Nesta told me you have quite a wound in your ribs, please lay down and remove your shirt.”

Y/N did as she was told, laying on her side with an arm around her breasts and the other above her head to give the healer full access. The female started to inspect and hum as she worked.

“It should be closing by now, do you know if what hit you was poisoned with ash?” Y/n looked at her.

“I’m not quite like your other friends, I heal like a human.” Madja’s eyes sparked with curiosity. “Usually I give some stitches and get some tonics for pain and to try and accelerate the healing.”

“You have experience in healing?” The female inquired, hands roaming through her things until she pulled a string and a needle.

“I learned a few things with the best healers we have.” Madja prepared her things, and Y/N closed her eyes as she started to stitch her back up. “You remind me of one of them, she had the same kind eyes and she was so skilled.”

“She sounded like a great person.”

“She was.” She breathed, Madja’s quick fingers working through each slice until everything was done.

“I’m going to wrap you up and I need to check you in a few days to see how you’re progressing.” She grabbed white bandage and motioned for her to sit, Y/N sat with her arms up as the healer wrapped her around her torso.

“Thank you, it feels much better already.” The woman turned to her.

“Do not forget your appointment.” She warned and Y/N smiled at her.

“I won’t.” The female opened the door, and Y/N followed her to the living room, where everyone gathered on the couches, waiting for them apparently.

“Thank you for taking care of her, Madja.” Rhysand spoke, shaking her hands, the female nodded, and Morrigan approached her to take her back, she supposed.

“I assume we need to talk.” She sat on a lonely chair. All eyes turned to her, she hated the attention but she swallowed past the lump on her throat and started. “I was out for a ride with Meraxes, he felt it first, but I saw it coming too. I refused to believe at first cuz I thought the nightmare was over, but it was a Ridderak.”

“A what?” Azriel’s voice sounded and she turned her eyes to him, his hazel ones fixed on her, in a flesh disgust coated his features and she was back trapped on that cage looking as he left her there alone with her demons.

“It’s a Valg demon who can be summoned. It needs the victim’s blood to be summoned, and it will hunt it and kill, the sacrifice guarantees the power of the deceased to the summoner.” The air in the room was heavy with worry.

“How is that thing here?” Rhysand spoke, his eyes wide.

“I don’t know, they just don’t appear out of nowhere, someone has to call them. Someone that knows how.” Everyone groaned.

“Why do I feel that we won’t like what you’re going to say next?” Nesta rubbed her temples.

“Because the only people i know that have summoned Ridderaks were possessed by Valgs.” More surprised gasps.

“Does this mean that we’re dealing with Valgs here?” Cassian inquired.

“Precisely. We just need to find who summoned them and kill them.” She concluded.

“And where do we find it?” Feyre spoke, nestling Nyx protectively against her.

“I have no idea, but I would be glad to help.” Another voice spoke and her gaze was dragged towards a male dressed in a green tunic, hair in a low bun with some loose braids, russet eye and a yellow mechanic eye, a scar marred his face.

“Lucien!” Feyre greeted the male.

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Sexiest Man Alive

Chris Evans x Female Reader

You wake up to the news that your boyfriend has been named the Sexiest Man Alive.

Warnings: 18+ please! There’s a little bit of smut involved in this one

Note: So, this is just a quick something I wrote when I woke up to this news about Chris. Can’t believe he finally won. As he should. Enjoy!

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When you wake up, it’s to the sound of your phone dinging over and over again. You worry it’s an emergency, so you reach over your sleeping boyfriend to get your phone.

What you see is just about everyone you know texting you about Chris and some photoshoot. You try to think of which one they mean and come up short. He’d gone to a few lately.

But when you open your messages it all makes sense.

“Chris, oh my god!” You say as you likely shake him awake.

“What is it, babe?” He asks with an adorable Bostonian morning voice.

“You’re the sexiest man alive,” you relay what the magazine says.

“Oh thanks,” Chris says.

“No, Chris you’re on People magazine,” you say, not thinking he understands that you aren’t just complimenting him.

“Yeah, baby. Did that come out today?”

“I guess so. Everyone is sending it to me and-“ you get distracted from your words as you start looking at the photos. And god, does he look good.

“Do you think it was a good choice? I don’t know because there are so many other guys,” Chris starts being a little bit insecure.

“Chris, my love, you are the sexiest man alive. The universe agrees. Do you need me to show you?” You ask him.

His cheeks blush a deep red as you toss your phone to the side and straddle him. He holds you as you lean down and kiss his lips. They’re soft like always and his moan of pleasure satisfies you.

“Y/n, please,” Chris says when your hips rock against his.

“I’ve got you, sexy,” you say and the two of you giggle at how it sounds. “Okay, maybe I’ll stick with not saying that one.”

“Sounds good, babe,” Chris agrees.

You show him instead of call him sexy as you move down his body to take his cock in your mouth. It’s a practiced action as you lick and suck him until he’s practically squirming underneath you.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” Chris says.

“Go on,” you say. And with that he reaches the ultimate pleasure with the shout of your name.

“Fuck, y/n. I need to be named the sexiest man alive every morning,” Chris jokes as you move back to lay next to him.

“I agree. I’m never going to stop looking at these photos,” you say as you grab your phone again.

“Well, let me at least help you out while you do,” Chris drops a kiss to your cheek before he moves to bury his face between your legs.

“Oh Chris, yeah it was definitely the gray in the beard that made them pick you,” you as you feel his beard brush against your thighs.

“You think so?” He asks with a cute smile.

“I do.”

“Guess I’ll have to grow it out again so the gray will show up again,” Chris says.

You don’t have time to agree before he dives into your core.

And you are out of this world excited about your boyfriend being named the sexiest man alive.

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Cherry's Favorites

Contains NSFW, blood, dark themes and more, just my personal favorites, many characters and topics

Jim Hopper NSFW headcanons

Guard Dog | Brahms Heelshire

The Stains | Eddie Munson

Fake Plastic Love | Fwb!Eddie Munson

Meet the Munsons | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

This is Wrong | Stepbrother!Eddie Munson

Man of the Month | Loki

Spell gone wrong | Loki

Tale as Old as Time | Jotun!Loki

Lokitty

Haunted | Brahms Heelshire

Hellfire Baby | Eddie Munson

Dungeons and (pink) dragons | Hellfire baby part 2

The "yes" policy | Eddie Munson

Affection | Eddie Munson

Loki's Di-Llama

Good Neighbors | Steddie

Clandestine Fucks | Loki

Toy Cars and Princess Tea Parties | Steddie

Three Men, a Little Lady a Baby and Steve | Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn horny blurb

The Witchling and the God | Witch!Reader x Avenger!Loki

As the world burns | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Dusk | Joseph Quinn

Porn | Perv!Stepbro!Eddie Munson

Boobie | Joseph Quinn

Period Sex | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Morning sex | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

More boobies | Joseph Quinn

Save me | Brahms Heelshire

Letters to my (future) love | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summer | Pregnant!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Billy as a father

The boys next door | Steddie x Reader

Breeding kink with Eddie Munson

Goofy Eddie during sex

It happened one night in recess | Omegaverse Eddie Munson x Reader

Steddie x Reader

Eye contact | Steddie x Reader

Like the wind | Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Having sex in the school's bathroom | Eddie Munson

Spooning with Eddie

Eddie eats you out from the back any chance he gets

Sex tape | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A new dungeon | Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Waiter Eddie

Hopper loves pussy

Best boys (Steve, Eddie and Billy) with pets

I'll bite your dick | Eddie Munson

Get in line | Best boys x Reader

Eddie is strong boi

High sex drive | Joseph Quinn

Somno | Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Exhibitionism | Steddie x Reader

Morning, my love | Eddie Munson

Squirting and making a mess with Eddie

Riding Eddie's face

Eddie loves pussy

Falling asleep on him | Joseph Quinn

Fucked up | Drunkstepbro!Eddie x reader

New Year's Eve with Joseph Quinn

Watching You | Modern!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Lose yourself | Eddie Munson x Reader

What is this? | Eddie Munson

Pegging Eddie

Stepbro!Eddie <3

More Stepbro!Eddie <3

Sudden dominance | Joseph Quinn

Dom!Nasty!Eddie

Steve's balls are his weak spot

Stepbro!Steve let's Billy fuck you

Best boys spoil reader

Joseph and pregnant reader

Harringrove x Reader

Eddie can't refuse a dare

Sleepy sex with Joe

Headboard | Eddie Munson

Are you leaving? | Eddie Munson x Reader

Vampire!Eddie

She's got the look | Eddie Munson x Plus size!Reader

In here loser | Steddie x Reader

Sweets | Steddie x Plus Size!Reader

Disfrutando | Brahms Heelshire x Reader

A crying shame | Prince Paul x Fem!Reader

Brahms' mommy kink

Mirror sex with Joseph Quinn

Pregananant reader with Joseph Quinn

Do Ya Wanna Taste It? | Eddie Munson

Inked | Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve

Watch me | Joseph Quinn

Goofy Steve during sex

Babysitting for Steve Harrington

This whole masterlist has a chokehold on me

Steddie getting off thinking about reader

Dinner for Three | Steddie x reader

Gamer!Eddie x AFAB!Reader

Bad Habit | Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Bad idea | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Cute poly Steddie x Reader

Steve's development

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nekoamamori · 8 months

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Masterlist

Updated 9/11/2023

Loki - multichapter:

Loki and the Witchling - You are a healer working with the Avengers when Loki comes to join the team

Loki’s Witchlings (direct sequel to Loki and the Witchling)

Packless Monsters - You’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper Potts’ life.

The Sound of Silence - A mute Enhanced and Loki both move in to the Avengers tower on the same day.

The Witch’s Familiar - You’re a witch working with the team.Thor brings Loki to live at the Avenger’s tower after the events in New York. Problem is, Loki is in cat form and refuses to change back.

Winter’s Hearts - You’re a half-Jotun Valkyrie who has to live with the Avengers after helping them during a battle. Then Thor brings Loki to join the team. Can either of you thaw your frozen bruised hearts?

Monsters and Magic - You’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of vampires. Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody.

Soulbonds and Fairy Dust - One of the fae decides to help out the Avengers. But there is more to this aid than what it first appears.

Beauty and the Beast - Loki is trapped in Jotun form under a curse. Can blind Morgan Stark somehow be the key to helping him break it?

Exam Day - Imagine Loki walking you home after a long school day. - On hiatus

Giftless - You’re Tony Stark’s niece, living with the Avengers, but have no powers of her own. Loki, a former villain, joins the superhero team, claiming that he has reformed, but can he be trusted?

Gifted - Sequel to Giftless

Handcuffs - Imagine you get accidentally handcuffed to Loki

You Have Heart - Soulmate AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say are tattooed on your skin. The reader has the words “You have heart” tattooed on her and learns what those words mean when it’s Loki who says them.

Hidden Strength - During the battle of New York, Loki meets a remarkable young woman. What will happen when he meets her again while he’s serving penance on Midgard for his crimes?

Omega Mine - You’re an unclaimed Omega who comes to live and work in the Avengers’ tower due to your healing abilities and Omega qualities. You haven’t found your Alpha yet, but things start to change when you meet the mysterious Alpha and former villain: Loki.

Prince's Mate - Prince Loki of Asgard is expected to present as an Alpha. Things don't always end the way they're expected to, even before the Battle of New York makes things even more complicated

Loki x reader one shots:

Day at the Beach - The Avengers decide to take a day off at the beach.

Sick Little Jotun - Imagine when Loki is ill he shows his true form and is very insecure about it, but you comfort him

Imagine Braiding Loki’s Hair - Post mission with the avengers you get bored on the flight home and braid Loki’s hair.

Sleepless - Imagine not being able to sleep and wandering around in the Avengers Tower, but then Loki sees you and he reads you a book until you fall asleep in his arms and in the morning, the rest of the Avengers find you cuddling on the sofa.

Surprise - NSFW - Imagine Loki admitting he secretly enjoys being submissive and asking you to tie him up.

Loki and the Coffee - Loki messes with SHIELD’s coffee supply

Bored - NSFW - You’re Loki’s wife, Sigyn, and make the mistake of telling your husband that you’re bored one day. Though is it REALLY a mistake?

Heat - NSFW - Loki goes into a Jotun heat, and he’s absolutely terrified of what he might do to you, (Mortals being so fragile and all) so he does everything he can to protect you from himself

Prayer - NSFW - Imagine Loki can hear the prayers of his worshipers. And he decides to come answer yours in person.

The Ball - NSFW - Imagine Loki and Sigyn get bored at a feast on Asgard and decide to sneak off to enjoy each other instead

Shield’s Monster - NSFW - Imagine Jotun Loki in heat, chained to the wall in the basement because SHIELD don’t know how else to deal with him. You’re new, you go down, intrigued to see the ‘monster’ people are talking about. And you ‘accidentally’ set a really horny Jotun Loki loose…

Feels Like Death - Reader is on her period and miserable and Loki saves the day

Loki one shots:

The Courting of Lady Sigyn - Loki realizes he wants his friendship with Sigyn to become more

Too Much Mischief - NSFW - Sigyn gets called to teach her husband a lesson for causing too much mischief around the tower

Loki Other:

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships - Loki & Spiderman PLATONIC - Loki and Peter Parker somehow forge a friendship after one flippant comment. No one on the team quite understands how it happened. But it seems to do the god some good to have Peter as a friend.

Winter Soldier x OFC

Alpha and Omega - The Avengers rescue a werewolf from Hydra. Can she warm the Winter Soldier’s heart?

Captain America x reader:

Savior from Fangirls - Steve needs a date to a charity gala and you get voluntold to accompany him… despite of, or because of your crush

Friendly Face - You help Captain America as he’s fleeing from shield the day he wakes from the ice

Original works:

Child of Darkness - A vampire’s slave escapes and fights for her freedom.

Daughter of the Night (sequel to Child of Darkness)

Chosen - Shapeshifters are immune from becoming vampires. What will happen to Samantha when she suddenly finds herself Chosen?

#loki #fanfiction #loki odinson #Loki laufeyson

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divine-knight-hand · 8 months

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Imagine Catching A Meteor Shower With Wanda

Wanda Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Content Warnings: None! Only fluff lives here.

Word Count: 870

Dividers by @transbro

"Hurry! We're gonna be late." I was running through grassy fields, Wanda's hand in one of mine, and a rolled up blanket in the other, dragging her to the perfect spot for us to view one of the coolest natural occurrences on the planet Earth.

"Late for what?" Wanda panted, running out of breath from having to keep up with me. "Detka, can we slow down?"

"Only if you want to be late." I was running low on energy, too, but I didn’t want to risk being late and missing it.

I wanted Wanda to see this so badly. Once I was satisfied with where we were on the open field, I laid out the blanket for me and Wanda to lay down on.

She rolled onto her side to face me. "Are you going to tell me what we're doing in the middle of nowhere at the dead of night?"

I stroked the side of her face. "Not yet, witchling."

Wanda and I have been dating for six months, and I still fell head-over-heels for the soft way she looked at me.

"Pleeeease?" A playful smile tugged at her plush lips. "I'm curious."

I couldn't help but giggle at how adorable her pleading was. "I'm sorry, but you just have to wait a little longer. It shouldn’t be too long now."

Wanda rolled back onto her back and looked up at the sky with a playful pout. "Okay, detka, you win. I'll wait."

I stayed watching her just in time to see her pout turn up into the warm smile that I'd grown to love. I didn’t have to look up to know that the first light had moved across the sky, though I still caught it in of the corner of my eye.

Wanda excitedly pointed. "Did you see that?"

"Yeah, I did." I smiled at her sudden burst of joy.

Earlier that morning, I saw on the news that a meteor shower was scheduled to appear in our area. Knowing that Wanda had no reason to watch the news, I dropped everything and drove her cities away to an empty field where I would surprise her with it. Luckily, no one else had the same idea, so we remained undisturbed.

As quickly as the first light passed, a few more followed, and a few more, and the number gradually increased until what must have been thousands of lights were soaring across the inky sea of the night sky. I loved the view, but I just couldn't help but look over to see the joy and wonder in Wanda’s expression. She was so beautiful when she was excited. The spectacle coudn't have lasted more than a few minutes, but Wanda and I enjoyed every second of it.

She turned to face me once it was over, eyes shining with pure elation. "Did you bring me all this way to see that?"

"Of course!" I grinned. "I only want the best for my witchiepoo."

Wanda visibly cringed at my nickname for her. "Ugh, I told you not to call me that. It sounds... just ugh." She scrunched her nose.

I chuckled at her reaction. "Sorry, sorry! I'll stop for real this time."

"That's what you said last time." She playfully rolled her eyes.

"I mean it this time, I promise." I reached over and grabbed her hand, feeling how soft and warm it was in mine. "I'm just glad you liked it."

"Liked it? I loved it!" Wanda used her free hand to caress my cheek. "I love you."

She leaned in close to me, her warm breath making my heart flutter. "I love you, detka."

She leaned in closer and kissed me, hand still on the side of my face. I used my free hand to play with her long auburn hair. When she moved her body closer to mine, I moved my hand from her hair to the small of her back, slowly rubbing it before I reached into her jacket and held the back of her corset. She loved wearing her corsets, and I loved seeing them on her.

When I first saw her wearing one without her jacket, I was shocked at how tight it looked. I knew corsets were tight, but that was the first time I'd ever seen the curviness of Wanda's figure. My first reaction was to ask if it was too tight, to which she laughed replied that it fit comfortably.

Wanda rolled on top of me before breaking the kiss, gazing at me with a curious look as her hair fell around our faces in auburn curtains. "Detka..." The corners of her mouth turned up in a playful smirk. "You love me, don't you?" She giggled as if she’d just found out a secret of mine.

I chuckled in amusement at her playful mood. "Of course I love you, Wanda. You mean the world to me."

Wanda's smile fell, and she stopped laughing. "You mean the world to me, too. I don't know what I would do without you."

I just pulled her back onto me for another kiss. What would I do without my witchiepoo? I smiled into the kiss in a failed attempt to hold back my laughter.

#wanda maximoff #wanda fluff #wanda marvel #wanda x reader #wanda x female reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu wanda maximoff #mcu wanda #wanda mcu

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Marvel - Recommendations

Loki

The witchling and the god (complete) - @space-mermaid-writing

Chapters (masterlist)

This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Bucky Barnes Masterlist (ongoing?) - @whitexwolfxx310

Don’t Leave Me (complete) - @ambling-rambling

Warnings: honestly not much. Angst. Drunk reader. Softest of fluff.

Just breathe (complete) - @pomelo-villano

Warnings: Panic attack, pregnancy, Bucky being a cool dad, a fantastic teen. Read it 'till the end!

I Know Something You Don’t (complete) - @sad-not-glad

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff ahead (x pregnant reader)

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Happy birthday, love

Manorian roommates au

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Manon opened her eyes. And regretted it. She had only needed to be awake for seconds, and before she could try to not think about it, the date seemed to lodge like a stone right over her head. Making it pretty clear that it didn't matter that it was almost half the day already, there were still fourteen more hours to endure and ignoring it was not an option.

As soon as she left the bathroom she went straight to the kitchen, to the cabinet where she and Dorian kept alcohol to decide how badly this was going to start. Asterin had already texted her, and as grateful as she was for her cousin, who always found a way to come up with a cupcake or a cookie with a candle even when she was too small to be able to do that, she had no mind to deal with that now. Dorian was already awake, leaning against the counter with a mug that she bet was full of tea.

— Good morning, sleeping beauty.

— Good morning. — she murmured, moving toward the cabinet. Dorian simply slid in front of her.

— No.

— What the hell do you mean with no?

Manon crossed her arms. Dorian knew how her birthday was a day that brought nothing but bad things, and how she dealt with it. He had seen her doing it for three years, promising to keep an eye on her even if he didn't know why. Now that he knew what made her so upset sometimes, he was smart enough to link one thing to another, but there was no way she would talk about it on that day. If he wanted to make her angry she would fight him without a second thought.

— I mean that there are years I've been watching you losing consciousness and today I'm not letting it.

The fucking audacity.

— And since when do you let me do anything?

He smiled, though she was almost groaning.

— Just change your clothes. As beautiful as you look in your gown, I don't think it's going to work where we're going.

She clenched her wrists. He noticed and wisely moved his body a bit away.

— The last thing I need is more reasons to feel like shit.

Dorian's smile faded and he set the mug on the counter, then took her clenched fists and ran his thumbs gently over her fingers until she opened her hands.

— I don't want to make you feel bad, witchling. I just want you to have fun, to distract your mind. If you're really feeling bad, we will come home and you can go into the worst possible alcoholic coma, I'll be here to keep you from dying. I always do it.

She knew he would. Damn Dorian for making her anger go away, the one she had learned to use as a shield to hide the scared, lonely little girl that seemed to never leave her. Now there was only an annoying need to hug him and ask him to just hold her until the day was over.

Distract her mind. It wasn't the first time Manon had wondered if the way she handled her birthday wasn't somehow letting her grandmother continue to have power over her. But it was never enough to make her act differently. She looked down at Dorian's fingers, still playing distractedly with hers.

She was going to regret that. Definitely.

— Fine. — she whispered, and his face was as surprised as she felt for agreeing.

— What?

— I said fine, and you have two minutes to get me to the car before I change my mind.

Manon had barely spoken, and a huge smile broke out on his face seconds before he tipped the rest of the tea in his mouth and pointed to their rooms.

— Then go change your clothes. Let's go.

—

Manon looked at the console for what seemed like the tenth time in thirty seconds. They had been traveling in Dorian's car for more than forty minutes now, and he still insisted on not telling her where to.

— Dorian?

— Hm?

— Are you kidnapping me?

He chuckled.

— We live in the same house.

— You have a point.

She leaned her head against the wall, already feeling regret. Why didn't she stay at home?

— Hey, no dismay — Dorian said as if he had read her mind — I promise that we can go wherever you want, even if it will make me scream like a baby.

That made her raise her head.

— What do you mean?

He didn't answer. But the car made a curve, and when it finished he smiled and pointed to her right. Further down, the road became a high white bridge, right above what she knew was the Istros river. But what caught her attention was what lay behind the bridge, in the middle of nothing but grass and a few buildings. She saw the Ferris Wheel first, then one of the highest roller coasters she had ever seen. As the car approached, they could see the entire length of the park, already crowded at that hour.

— You brought me to Lunathion? — she looked at the size of the roller coaster again, and what he said about screaming made sense

— Don't make that face, we both know how much you like a dose of adrenaline.

Okay, he was right. There was no way she could say she didn't.

— Low blow — Manon muttered. — How many gold bars did the ticket cost?

He looked actually offended.

— No way you're paying for your birthday present. Forget it.

— You're not going to fucking-

— Oh, I've already done it. Deal with it.

She held back the urge to punch him as they pulled into the parking lot. But as they entered, Manon thought maybe she was delirious, because her concern suddenly seemed to mix with excitement.

—

Lunathion looked like a huge party in the form of a park. It was divided in three parts that Manon knew shone in neon lights at night. The water part in blue, the extreme part in purple, and the central part in red. The Ferris Wheel was the exception, in golden lighting.

They walked in, and she grabbed him by the hand, before she could think better of it. Damn it. This was something they were doing quite often now, and she just wanted, needed, to understand what was going on between them, what it meant.

She led him to the Luna roller coaster, the one they saw from the road, her hand no longer so firmly around his.

— We're going on this. — she said, hoping he hadn't noticed whatever weird thing that had just happened.

— I'd rather go into this. — He turned her chin and pointed to a toy a few meters away with three pink clouds where children who couldn't be older than five were playing.

She chuckled. It felt a little weird.

— Fuck you. But we can go on something lighter, so you can prepare your psychology.

Dorian smiled. He liked adrenaline too, but definitely not as much as her.

— Deal.

—

The sun began to set as the roller coaster train slowly rolled along after the last lap on Luna. Dorian's head fell on Manon's shoulder, exhausted from screaming.

— I'll never — he said, panting. — never do that again.

Manon laughed. Really laughed.

— Too much for you, princeling?

He grunted, but ended up laughing too.

— Remind me why I like you so much.

Manon's smile faded. She knew he was joking, there was a playful smile on his face, but... Dorian dragged her out of home and made her smile all day. When he convinced her, against everything that made sense, to go on a water toy in the middle of the fucking winter, from where she came back all soaked while he was practically dry. When he insisted on winning something for her, a black stuffed dragon that was her new keychain, when he yelled much more than he was actually feeling afraid just to make her laugh.

Why he liked her so much?

She let her head fall on his. She had no idea, but she was grateful for that.

—

The lights of Lunathion were finally glowing in the evening and were beautiful from the Ferris Wheel view, giving a calm yet lively air to the park, as if the night was just beginning.

Manon was looking through the windows of the cabin, that soft smile Dorian loved painted on her face. Before he could stop himself, he slipped an arm around her waist. He didn't expect her to come closer, and rest her head on his shoulder.

— We can buy something strong before we get home, so you won't have to end the wine. — he said, breaking the quietness.

— I don't want it.

Surprise made his heart thunder in his chest.

— Seriously?

She lifted her face, and her eyes seemed to gleam with a dozen suns.

— Thank you. Really. The few times I've had fun on my birthday were years ago.

Dorian removed a few strands of hair from her face, his heart clenching for whatever had driven her to this, but also looking as if it would burst out of his chest at knowing that he was able to make her happy.

— Happy birthday, witchling. — It was the first time since they'd met he said that to her.

Her smile slowly disappeared, and he could swear that, just for a second, her gaze drifted to his mouth, making him very aware of how close they were. He lowered his fingers, but instead of taking them away he moved them to the back of her head, his breathing quickening when she didn't pull away. Dorian ran his fingertips along her hair, Manon leaned her face, up — closer to him.

And before either of them could do anything, a siren began to sound and the cabin doors opened. They both blinked, as if coming out of a trance. He hadn't realized that they had started moving again, and apparently neither had she. The two of them parted, coming back to reality abruptly as they left the cabin.

Despite the interruption and without realizing it, holding hands.

—

Manon turned off the bathroom lights, ready to finally fall into bed. As soon as they left the Ferris Wheel, they also left Lunathion. After some discussion, they agreed that she would drive back home. Dorian had passed out after five minutes on the road, which made her smile when she woke him up. It took him a few seconds to realize that they were already home, so he smiled at her. "As I said, I was perfectly able to drive."

He had showered first while she answered some messages from Elide, Sorrel, Vesta and Asterin, the last one promising that she would try to see her in the following week. And of course she couldn't help demanding a full report of the day and pointing out how much Dorian must be in love with her to do that, and that she was glad Manon had him.

Bullshit.

Manon slowly entered the room, closing the door softly.

— Awake?

— I don't know why you still ask. — Dorian said as she lay down beside him. — I always wait for you.

Truth.

— I think I'll sleep for another twelve hours. — she sighed. He reached out and pulled her to him.

— I guess I could stay in bed with you half the day.

Her heart raced, and she wondered when she had become such an idiot. She had had confused feelings all day, especially after what had happened, or not happened, on the Ferris wheel. The way he was looking at her was... Anyway, if Dorian kept saying those things she would probably go crazy.

His voice was so hoarse with sleep that she couldn't tell if the usual mocking tone was there.

— Are you talking in your sleep, princeling?

— No?

His arm relaxed around her waist, and he murmured a good night before falling asleep. Though the hazy thoughts were trying to enter her mind again, she was thankfully too exhausted for that. Besides, Manon had always been a master at ignoring her feelings.

— Good night, Dorian.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Epilogue

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter’s Note: Check out the Witchling Art tag |Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 32: Epilogue

Rays of sunlight fall through a slit in the curtain, which is not properly closed, and pull you out of your sleep. Not yet fully awake, you feel something move next to you and turn to it. Reaching out, you touch cool skin and hum something.

A chuckle sounds next to you. "Good morning, my love."

Loki’s voice is low and your favorite thing to hear in the morning. You open one eye, finally being awake enough to do so, and come face to face with your lover.

"Morning, dear."

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him to steal a lazy kiss from your lips. Happy to comply, you bury your head in the crook of Loki’s neck and surrender to the sweet moment between sleep and fully awake. You are both naked and your legs are tangled together under the sheets.

Your muscles ache, especially the ones in your thighs. But it's a good kind of ache and you smile as you remember where it came from.

“We have to get up,” you murmur into Loki’s skin, not really in the mood to leave the comfort of your bed. “Or else we’re going to be late.” You feel his slender fingers under your chin, as he tilts your head so he can look at you.

“We can reschedule.” He rolls you over so that he is leaning over you. His naked torso feels cool against your hot skin. He leans down to you, but before his lips touch yours he stops. “You look ravishing and I am a starving man.”

You can't help but nibble from his lips, pulling his face fully down to you.

Loki's intentions are clear and it is a very tempting idea. It wouldn't be the first time you two would get distracted. But the matter is important enough that you are willing to be the voice of reason.

"We already postponed it last time."

Pressing another quick kiss to Loki's lips, you wriggle out of his grip and off the bed. Without bothering to pick up your yesterday's clothes from the floor, you walk naked as the day you were born towards the bathroom.

Loki's eyes follow your every move and he licks his lips.

You throw him a glance over your shoulder. "Join me in the shower." It's not a question.

A light comes into Loki's face, a sparkle that is reserved only for you, and with a wide smirk he is on his feet. "Temptress."

Half an hour later you are standing in front of a house. It is cute, painted in red with white window frames – quite typical for this area in Norway.

The real estate agent greets the two of you in English, with an accent.

"It's a fifteen minute drive to the next town. They have everything you need for everyday use. For anything else you would need to go to the city that is about an hour away," the agent tells you as she leads you through the house. It's been empty for a while and needs a bit of work: some painting and minor repairs. Maybe a new kitchen, you think as you enter it.

But the house has the perfect size for a couple. And there’s quite a distance to any neighbors who would notice after a few years that you and Loki age differently.

"What do you think?" Loki asks you after the agent stepped aside for a moment to give you two some space.

"I like this more than the last one. But I still want to see the other two on the list."

One of them was located in Iceland. You agreed on a temperate climate, since Loki prefers it in the long run to the warmer areas of Earth.

"This one has a nice view," Loki agrees with you, looking out a window. The house is situated on a hill, giving a view of the town in the valley. On the south side of the property, there was enough space for a vegetable garden.

You don't have to make a decision right away, but you have a feeling this is the current favorite for both of you. Especially when the Asgardian adds, "How do you feel about brunch? There's a lovely restaurant in the town."

"Oh? Someone did his homework."

You say goodbye to the estate agent and Loki takes you to the promised brunch, which is more of a late lunch due to the time difference. The sun has already passed its zenith here.

But the both of you don't mind and take the time afterwards to explore the area until it's time for you to return to New York and get ready for the gala that will take place there in the late evening.

Pepper has organized the PR event for the Avengers. It’s the night where Loki will join the team officially.

In the media, of course, the Asgardian has already been seen alongside the heroes, but so far there has been no press conference about it. Just a few statements about his general stay on Earth.

This will change tonight.

Loki is quite popular on social media. There are numerous photos and short clips of him holding the flaming sword of 'Bloodweeper', saving the Sorcerer Supreme and fighting a demon from Hell.

Someone even looped a video of him wielding it and stabbing Mephisto. They added funny music to it and it went viral for a week.

"Midgardians are weird," was Loki's only comment on it when you showed the video to him. But he can't fool you. You know he saved it in his new phone Tony gifted him.

It will be good blackmail should he ever need a favor from Strange.

The Asgardian looks spotless as always for the event. He rocks a classic dark suit that shimmers green in the right light. A small brooch in the shape of a golden snake hangs from his lapel. No tie yet – it still lies over the back of a nearby chair, while Loki adjusts his cufflinks.

You take the tie – it's green and gold – and step up to him, placing it around his neck. With practiced movements, you form it into a classic knot.

You yourself are still in your dressing robe. Your hair and makeup are done but you haven't changed yet. With good reason, because you have a request for Loki.

"I couldn't decide on an outfit to match yours. Maybe you can help me out with your magic," you murmur against his lips, your fingers still gripping the tie so he can't move away.

As if he'd ever want to.

"With pleasure." Loki's eyes shine darkly, thinking about what exquisite things he could put you in. He slips the robe off your shoulders and kisses the exposed skin, up to your neck.

You allow it for a moment, basking in his affection before relenting. "We need to get ready or we will be late," you remind him for the second time today.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

You chuckle, but still prevent him from pulling you to the bed. Instead, you whisper in his ear what you have in store for him after the event, if he keeps his good behavior up during the gala.

"I'll get back to you on that." The Asgardian loves a good challenge. "Now step back and let me work."

He considers for a moment, his gaze wandering over your body, before casting his magic. For a moment a green shimmer curls around you, and then you are wearing a stunning and very dramatic dress. It's not a mere illusion but actual tangible matter, as you feel it when you run your fingers over the fabric.

You move in front of the mirror and take a look at yourself. It’s very much the counterpart to Loki's suit, with a plunging but tasteful neckline.

"Wow." Thrilled, you do a little spin to admire the dress from all sides. "I should let you do my wardrobe more often."

Pleased with the praise, Loki steps behind you, his hands on your waist. Your eyes meet in the mirror.

"It's an easy task if the canvas is beautiful like this. However, there's just one thing missing." He conjures a necklace with a small golden snake as a pendant, just like his brooch.

You look at him, unsure. He knows necklaces are not your type of jewelry. Nothing that is too close to your throat is. But the gaze he gives you reassures you and you trust him enough to allow him to continue.

Brushing your hair aside, he puts it on you before placing another kiss in the crook of your neck. It's so light you don't even feel it on your skin, like it's not even there.

"Now, it's perfect."

Your fingers find the pendant and you feel a touch of magic.

"It contains a little spell," the Asgardian explains.

You turn in his arms. Your gaze is soft as you place one hand against his cheek and run the other through his hair. "I love it." Truly happy about the small gift, you thank him with a kiss.

Little does Loki know that you have a gift for him yourself. It is a letter that you keep hidden in your drawer. A reply from the Queen of Asgard, whom you have invited to tea in the near future. Loki and you can't go to Asgard for a visit, but no one is stopping you all from meeting here on Earth.

You plan to tell Loki about it later tonight.

Loki breaks away from you and holds out his arm. "Shall we?"

“Do you plan on using the elevators?” you ask back.

"How boring. What do you take me for? I plan to make an entrance." Loki's grin is wide and you mirror his face, taking his arm.

"We shall."

The gala is already in full swing. Tony has provided a hall for it on one of the lower floors of the tower. There is a buffet, an open bar, and additional waiters passing champagne on their trays among the guests. In one corner, a string quartet provides unobtrusive music that blends into the conversations as a lovely background noise.

The guests consist of all the active members of the Avengers, some influential political figures and selected people from the press.

This last group of people ensures that everything feels a bit put on. People's smiles often show too many teeth to be honest. Controversial opinions are only expressed quietly.

People are aware that this is an event to present themselves to the public – even if the actual public won't read about it until the next day.

Tony is talking to the mayor. Smiling politely while listening to boring stories is like second nature to him. He wears it like some kind of PR skin.

But after some time he grabs a new drink from one of the waiters before he clasps the mayor on the shoulder and uses an excuse to leave and find Pepper.

Suddenly, the lights flicker, go out completely for a moment, while the music also falls silent, as does every single conversation.

Then suddenly Loki and you are standing in the spotlight of the room.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the Asgardian announces. His voice carries through the room without any effort.

The light and the music both go back to normal. A few seconds pass, during which the guests are too surprised, perhaps even too startled, to react.

Then a flurry of flashbulbs from the journalists goes off. Everyone is reaching for their cameras and phones to snatch a photo. Loki enjoys the attention and smiles at them, like the prince he is raised to be. He raises his hand and gives them a short wave before leaning to you and giving you a kiss on your temple. More photos are snapped.

You don't mind, because you know that their attempts to find out more about you will be fruitless.

When he thinks it's enough, Loki leads you by his arm to the side of the hall and conjures the two of you some drinks. Tony is at your side almost instantly.

"Cute entrance." His voice was noticeably neutral, as if he himself hasn’t been known for his notorious extravagance in the past. "We should have made this a Halloween theme party to fit with the spooky flicker of the lights"

His gaze shifts over to you and he smiles. "You look stunning as always, Sabrina."

Taking your hand, he spins you around once to look at you from all sides.

You giggle, flattered by his words. "You're not bad yourself." As you stand next to Loki again, you don't miss the Asgardian's possessive arm sneaking around your waist.

But his voice is leveled when he asks, "So, what's the plan for tonight?" He knows Stark is no real threat or competition for him, but, still, he doesn't appreciate anyone touching what's his.

"We have fun, mingle with the commoners," Tony explains with a wink. "Then there's a speech where you get up on stage and after that more fun, and booze."

That sounds easy enough. Pepper and the PR team would issue a few more official statements, but you two have nothing further to do than to make a good impression tonight. And personally you are quite happy about that.

You're no longer holed up in your little cottage somewhere in the middle of nowhere, but all this public relations work isn't really your thing. It's enough for you to stand by Loki's side as his support. For him, of course, such appearances are nothing unusual. As the prince of a whole realm, he was raised for this.

Maybe he and Tony aren't so dissimilar in that regard, but you'd never dare to say that out loud.

You briefly stop listening to the conversation between the two men when you catch a glimpse of Thor. His tall figure is clearly visible over the heads of the other people, even with super soldiers and enhanced humans attending.

He waves at you and grins, presumably a comment on the entrance of Loki and you.

You reply with a shrug like, 'well, what did you expect?'. You see him laugh as he turns back to his conversation partners, and you turn back to Loki as well.

As you do so, you notice that Tony has left and the Asgardian is watching you with amusement.

"Having silent conversations now, are we?" he observes, amused.

“Only within the family.”

His eyes soften, because despite all his prior conflicts with Thor, he is still his brother, and he is glad you two get along so easily. And Loki with your siblings too. It was only last weekend when the two of you met Elizabeth and Gabriel for lunch.

For Loki, family has always been a two-sided dagger. Something that was familiar, and yet something he never dared to open up to completely.

Frigga was the only one who saw him – like really saw him – but even in her company, Loki had never fully let his walls down. And that was not because she was not his mother by birth.

With Thor, he shared a camaraderie that could only be built by fighting side by side for centuries. And yet they got along better on the battlefield than in the palace that used to be their home. Perhaps because children can only develop truly and freely when they are not overshadowed by their parents.

The stay on Midgard really did their brotherly relationship good in this respect.

In the presence of your siblings, Loki has been initially reserved, always the observer first, studying dynamics in order to react to them. But both Bell and Gabe had welcomed him into their midst with open arms – probably not least because he had helped save Gabriel’s life.

Whenever you met now, which was only moderately between your various duties, lives and the time difference between the US and Europe, a lot of quips and teasing were thrown around between you siblings, and Loki didn't hold back either.

He didn't, however, tell you about the shovel talk he had received from Gabriel the other day when you briefly left the room to help Elizabeth prepare the dessert. Your brother is still recovering, but moving fast with all the healing potions you brewed for him. Only the fading cross on his forehead testifies to what happened to him – at least outwardly. The mental scars in the form of a haunted look that sometimes takes over his eyes will last way longer. But he doesn't talk about that. Not yet.

Loki has to admit that the young man – still older than any normal Midgardian – can look rather intimidating when he puts his mind to it. Not that he can do anything really harmful against a god, but the curses Gabe threatened him with, should it come to his ears that Loki is not treating you well, would be a real inconvenience, even for Loki.

It’s fortunate that he has no such intentions.

"Would you do me the honor of a dance?" Formally, Loki holds out his hand to you and you put yours in with a smile.

"I'd love to."

He leads you to a space near the string quartet, which has been unofficially claimed as the dance floor.

It's a simple dance, swaying slowly, and it gives a sense of intimacy between the two of you, though you're sure you're still being watched by more than one pair of eyes. After all, Loki is the main attraction of the event.

"They will be furious when they find out about the cloaking spell I put on you," Loki says, as if he had been reading your thoughts.

It has been a condition of yours to accompany him to this event. While you want to support him in all his steps with the Avengers, you don't want to be in the public eye yourself – even though you know this will inevitably happen. But for now the trauma of what happens to witches who are exposed as such still roots too deep within you. You are still hunted, even in these 'modern' and 'enlightened' times.

The solution Loki offered for the problem was ridiculously simple.

"I would love to see their faces when they notice the blurry spot on every single photo you are in." Loki chuckles at the notion.

You can't help but grin as well. "Maybe they'll think I'm Bigfoot," you muse, wondering if the origin of the cryptid creature had a similar explanation after all.

Loki knits his brows. "Your feet are not that big," he states as he leads you into a swirling spin.

You don't correct him. The one time you told Thor about the Loch Ness Monster, he was about to go hunt it down to take credit for slaying a legendary beast.

You're not taking chances. After all, they are still brothers.

After another spin, you put your hand back on his shoulder and look up at him. He is still leading the dance, but his mind seems to have drifted away.

Sometimes you still have a hard time figuring out what's going on in his mind. It is much easier when the two of you are alone, but in company he involuntarily pulls up these old walls around him. You are fine with it, because you know that he will let you through regardless, that they don't apply to you. Not truly.

But every now and then he needs a little nudge in the right direction.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him softly.

“You would look gorgeous with a crown.” With this, the Asgardian prince reveals more than he actually wanted to, but neither does he give an explanation, nor does he take his words back.

"One day at a time," you remind him, taken off guard by this sudden change of subject and somewhat flustered by the hidden meaning of it.

The smile on Loki's lips remains a mystery to you. "Indeed, my little Witchling."

You both have enough time without having to rush things. More time than you would even know. It's a secret of his own for now, but Loki knows that the day will come when he will go and find Idunn to ask her for one of the golden apples. She owes him a favor anyway.

Until then he will stay at your side, dancing the night away.

FIN

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And with that we reached the end of the story and I almost got my goal: writing something that is as long as The Hobbit (~95k words)

A big thank you to everyone who joined this ride and made it to this point. To everyone who, liked, commented and reblogged it. It brought me much joy to read your reactions and thoughts to every chapter ♥

Every reader-insert story I write is deeply personal. There’s part of me in the Witchling, part of my siblings in hers. So whenever I publish a new chapter it feels a little bit like putting a small piece of myself out there.

That's it, I have no more to say. Just this: be nice to people! You never know who might be a witch.

And to the Witches: don’t play with forces you can’t fully comprehend or understand. You never know what you might provoke. Be careful.

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