#implied frostshield

[imavikingo]

Steve and Loki knew each other from Steve’s figure drawing class that’s what Steve thinks, anyway).Loki was one of the models for a couple of months (in both of his human forms).

Loki was bored out of his mind and Thor was being a menace AGAIN (and he deserved to be stabbed a little bit for that transgression, but another time, it wasn’t that relevant at the moment). 

So… he decided to visit the humans for a change. Odin was busy and Heimdall wouldn’t care, surely. It was for a short period of time after all and he didn’t want to do much mischief… this time.

And that is what he did, he went to a different place too, not the one he was used to. Brooklyn sure sounded… charming. 

He decided to people-watch discreetly for a while, he wanted to mess up with a certain type of human and ahh! gotcha. Walking by the alley he was in, a peculiar man arrived.

He was almost delicate, tiny with sunshine hair and stubborn eyes like forget-me-nots flowers with a touch of emerald in them. Were those bruises on his face? Pity. Had he broken his nose too? Umhh… irrelevant, focus. 

He couldn’t be more than 5’6 and oh! How interesting, he was carrying a sketchbook as it was the most precious treasure he could ever find. 

Yes, this was the human he wanted to follow and mess with. 

He followed him without being detected thanks to his magic. This human didn’t look as easy to fool like others and that made this more exciting. 

He arrived at a nondescript building, and entered with the confidence Loki was sure he lacked 75% of the time. 

And what is this? Are they…

Oh, of course, he’s an artist. This human was turning more interesting each time he thinked about it.  

Loki observed the class, the model (they’re really not that pretty, I would be a much better subject) and the work of the students. 

Steve (Yes, he finally learned the human’s name thanks to his teacher) really did have a gift and he was wasting it with sub-par models. Steve needed better references and that would be him. Yes, yes of course. He would grace this group of humans with his presence and Steve better appreciate it.

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Steve, when he got a good look at Loki once again in Germany: YOU!!! 

Loki: Hi Steven, or should I say Captain? huh… You look good taller

Steve: That's irrelevant! What the hell, Loki!  

Loki: Well… you see…

Tony: I second that because WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!

*After they find Bucky on the bridge*

Steve: He was Bucky, I-

Nat, exasperated: Are you fucking kidding me Rogers! AGAIN? 

Steve,embarrassed: Hey! it's not my fault this happened twice!

Nat: How many assassin boyfriends do you have, by chance?

Steve: That’s uncalled for! And you know it! they aren't my boyfriends either, what's wrong with you Nat!???

Sam, confused af: Wait, What is happening here? 

Nat,typing on her phone: Stark will love to hear about this 

Steve: Hey hey! don’t involve him in this!!!!

Maria: I’m so lost…

Fury,sighing: Motherfucker, not again. 

[ragnarokdad]

you already know what it's time for. you want Marvel prompts? you also want Good Omens prompts? I give you (or ask of you, I guess): Steve/Loki angel/demon AU please!!!!! perhaps an event in history where they both ran into each other?

Y E S let’s DO THIS BAYBEE. I had to stop myself from writing yet another Steve/Loki Victorian setting, so I’m doing 1920′s New York- not quite an event, but a fun setting.

Steve was unsure how he’d ended up in the speakeasy. He wasn’t really one to drink, and he definitely did not want to encourage the behaviours of the people that evening. Not that drinking was a sin, but he’d rather not be here if the place was raided. 

He’d turned around with the intend to leave the establishment, when suddenly a familiar voice caught his attention. 

‘Well, if it isn’t the Principality Steven.’ 

Turning back around, he saw someone he had not seen in a while. 

‘Loki,’ said Steve as he eyed the smartly dressed demon. ‘Of course you’d be in a place like this.’  

He couldn’t help but admire Loki’s emerald green suite, his hair slicked back- he didn’t quite fit into the fashion of the era, but he looked good nonetheless. Not that Steve would tell him that. 

‘How are you?’ asked Loki. ‘I haven’t seen you in several decades.’ 

‘Almost a century,’ agreed Steve. ‘I’m alright. I thought you were in Europe?’ 

‘I was,’ said Loki. ‘It was positively vile. I enjoyed it immensely.’ 

Steve grimaced. ‘And now you’re back in the States?’ 

‘For a little while,’ said Loki. ‘I’ll stick around until 1929, I think. What about yourself?’ 

‘I’ve still got some miracles to perform here,’ Steve replied. ‘So I’ll stay put for the next while. But that’s okay- I quite like it here.’ 

‘Well, in that case,’ said Loki. ‘May I tempt you with a drink?’ 

‘I was just leaving, actually.’ 

‘Come on, Steve,’ Loki said with a slight grin. ‘One drink won’t hurt you. You know they’ll most likely lift prohibition soon.’ 

‘That’s alright,’ Steve told him. ‘...But I’ll sit with you.’ 

Loki shrugged, seemingly happy with the compromise. ‘I’ll take it.’ 

Steve smiled at him, and gestured to a free table. 

[hikari3601]

Amidst The Snow (Part III)

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Pairing | Albedo x Fem!Reader

Authors Note | Not to imply that I have favourite or anything, but this is my favourite part. After the long wait, it has finally arrive. PLEASE LIKE, REBLOG AND SHARE!

Warnings | This is a continuation therefore, I suggest you read the other parts to completely understanding. Explicit descriptions of blood, poisoning, wounds. Brief mentions of infections, delirium and hypothermia.MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (reader) If the other 2 parts didn’t clarify: THIS GETS DEPRESSING!

Note | Reader is a hydro wielding, polearm user from the Knights of Favonius (it’s for plot purposes) and this was written before the release of Ver 2.3 ‘Shadows Amidst Snowstorms’ and was purely based on what was shown in the trailer -so it’s not entirely canon.

Synopsis | An innocent trip to Dragonspine took a turn for the worse.

Flaming Essential oil; Frostshield potion; Stabilised whopperflower sap; Dried flaming flower head and pyro slime secretions.

There was nothing I had missed, every option, every conclusion and every single concoction I could think of —all twenty-four varied mixtures, of which, only eight would have no side effects after digestion.

I reread the list again, in hopes that I had overlooked something, anything, but I had done it all. Surely there was something I was missing, some factor I hadn’t taken into account; there had to be, why else wouldn’t you have woken up by now?

For a moment I glanced outside, wishing that we could be anywhere else than in such an unforgiving environment.

The storm outside craved blood, slicing through any flicker of warmth -I could only hope that the others had succeeded in defeating that whopperflower and had made it to a shelter in time.

I turned my focus back to you, staring at your dimmed complexion and lax features, again trying to think of another solution for your lack of response.

The cryo had already melted; your hypothermia had eased away -even the blood around your wounds had been cleaned and the wound itself stabilised.

What else was there?

An infection? It was likely, but I had already taken that into account.

Blood loss? That was a given I had already dealt with; but if something had entered your blood like some sort of poison or virus, that would be a completely different story.

I thought back to my encounter with the whopperflower, racking my mind for some sort of solution, and then it hit me.

Blood, but not your own.

The cryo shards that penetrated your flesh had most likely been imbued with Durin’s blood, that was the only possibility I had overlooked, but if that were the case, Archons—

As if in a trance, my limbs moved to your side, raising the fabric around your injuries with an unfamiliar anxiousness.

I felt everything around me slow down to a complete standstill when I saw the inky veinlike markings that seemed to crawl throughout your body, sapping the life away from you whilst feeding into your delusions.

I looked to you again, to find any traces of discomfort or pain -but there were none and I found myself pondering over your innermost desires.

I had studied this concept a few years ago, how some minds race towards any other train of thought rather than focusing on the stressful circumstances overwhelming them in an attempt to defend themselves.

I was doing that, wasn’t I?

Going about every other topic rather than the one at hand because I didn’t want to acknowledge what was already an incontestable fact.

I’ve never dreamed before, but maybe this was what people call ‘nightmares,’ going off of your description of those horrid thoughts, so maybe I’d wake up soon.

I took your hand in mine and closed my eyes, hoping that when I open them again, you would still be beside me —just not like this.

XxxX

Walking into the chaotically organised lab, I set the two mugs of steaming coffee down on a vacant table beside the door and strolled over to the alchemist.

“Wakie-wakie Bedo.” I called, “Time to get ready for work.”

With his head laying on his crossed arms like a pillow, he reminded me of a cat with that messy hair of his.

“Honestly,” I muttered, “How do you not have any back problems?”

“—I do…” He yawned, sitting up from his seat and stretching his back, at the movement I could’ve sworn I heard several bones crack into place.

The recollection of the way he had to stretch his spasming muscles whenever he used his vision vividly flashed in my mind for a moment. “Could have fooled me.”

“You’re not a cat, you know. You can’t just sleep anywhere, especially in your lab, it’s dangerous with all these unstable chemicals and it strains your body.” It was difficult to stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth, nagging him about things I knew he was already aware of and yet I couldn’t help the urge to ensure his comfort and health.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” He teased, a smile pulling at his mouth at my reprimanding tone.

“Yes, I would.” My agreement was passionate, overly passionate until I realised that he was being sarcastic.

“Oh shush you. It’s far too early for this.” I moved to grab his mug, “Here.”

The aromatic whiff of ground coffee beans seemed to instantly rejuvenate the alchemist. He turned to me with a gaze of appreciation and smiled again, “Thanks, your brew?”

“Only the best.” I grinned, taking a sip of my own as well, and basking in its flavour.

“So when did you get back?” He questioned, referring to my most recent trip to Sumeru. I thought about his query, knowing that I had returned late at night, but vaguely unsure of the time.

“Around past three this morning, I saw your light still on while I was dropping off some documents in the library and figured you were still busy in here.”

“Hmm. How was your trip?”

“Long, but I’ll tell you all about it after the meeting.”

The air in the room stilled.

“Meeting?” He echoed.

“How’d I know you’d forget?” A smile spread itself onto my face and a laugh spilt from my lips. “All department heads are scheduled to meet every Monday morning at exactly eight-thirty in Jean’s office.”

“It’s Monday.” He bluntly stated and turned in his seat to look at the clock.

“We’ve got 15 minutes left before it starts.” Albedo concluded, slumping in his seat —probably at the realisation that he slept in.

“I’m aware,” I chuckled, “We just need to fix that desk hair of yours before we go. It’s all squished to the one side.”

XxxX

“Bedo?”

He felt his body react before his mind could even realise that you had woken up. You called to him again, shifting slightly to see his face and when you caught his eye, he lingered on your every crevice, searching for some sort of confirmation that you were indeed alright now, yet his search was futile.

Albedo attempted to steady his trembling hands and muster up the most comforting smile he could manage -not that you would have noticed, you were far too gone to even fathom your diminishing time.

“When did we get back home?” You queried, scrutinising every stone around you with glazed eyes.

Your body ached for a reason you couldn’t quite place your finger on and despite the restful nap you had just woken from, you still felt exhausted.

Albedo remained silent for what felt like a lifetime before you repeated yourself, unsure of whether he had heard you the first time.

“A few hours ago, you fell asleep while we were taking a quick break so we figured we’d let you sleep in the caravan for the rest of the way down.” The words felt sour on his tongue, he disliked lies and yet he found the words bitterly falling from his lips with a sort of ease that only adrenaline could bring.

You nodded at his words in a daze, stretching and relieving yourself of the last remnants of sleep before turning to your companion with an excitement that would have been contagious had it not been for the glimpses of inklike veins he caught along your skin.

You were getting worse.

“I have a question for you, Albedo. About what we spoke about some time back…with regards to your emotions.” You paused, swallowing the burning sensation in your throat. “Do you still feel the same?”

To say that your question had caught him off guard would be an understatement, shocking the blond into silence as he mulled over your words.

Yes, it was obvious that his overly objective view of his very own emotions had caused him to overlook the fact that his emotions were biased -more so towards you, the source of the many joys in his life.

“If you still feel that way, it’s completely alright, I just wanted to get this off of my chest now that we’re back in Mond.”

It was then when it occurred to him that he hadn’t answered you yet.

“Even if you don’t feel the same, I wanted to express my gratitude to you. Since our first encounter you’ve done nothing but bring joy into my life -making all of my trips easier because I knew that I’d always come back to have a cup of coffee in your lab and somehow make each and every one of our Favonius meetings more bearable with the small looks you sent my way.”

“And Archons, there’s so much more that you’ve done for me that I can’t even begin to put into words, because you’re just that brilliant -and you can forget about what I’m about to say if you desire, but Albedo I harbour feelings so inexplicable towards you that the mere idea of them makes me bubble with energy -and this is coming from an insomniac. I love you so dearly…and even if you don’t reciprocate the feelings, I’ll find a way to live with that, but-“

"They’ve changed.” He rushed, a hand grasping onto yours. “My sentiments have changed.”

He watched as your eyes widened, mouth gaping and closing while he squeezed your hand -a silent affirmation to your rising questions.

You shifted with a newfound energy as your body struggled to contain its newfound joy, “Really?”

With a strained smile, the alchemist nodded his head and waited to hear your next response as your lips parted, but the both of you were stunned into silence after violent coughs racked your body, leaving you gasping for air once they had eased.

When calmed, you allowed the soothing hand on your back to continue its motions.

“It’s strange,” you began; trying to blink away the exhaustion settling in your eyes, “I just woke up, yet I still feel so tired.”

At your words, Albedo’s heart stuttered and the hand on your back froze, eventually moving to cup your face. “Whatever you do, Y/N, you mustn’t fall asleep.” He pleaded, to which you only hummed.

“There’s this place I want to show you.” You grinned, your delirium truly beginning to limit your understanding. “It’s not too far from Vannessa’s Tree -actually it’s close to that boat Klee destroyed. On clear nights you can see the stars reflecting on the water's surface, like a mirror. It’s a stunning view, better than the one at Starsnatch Cliff in my opinion. I go there every so often to clear my head and relax; I thought I’d share it with you.”

The idea sounded wonderful to Albedo and under normal circumstances he probably would have been thrilled to spend more time with you -especially in a place so dear to you, yet no matter how hopelessly he tried, he couldn’t fight the weight that settled on his chest, but the nail on his coffin was the bashful confession that followed -that you wanted to remain by his side for as long as you could.

“If you’re not too busy, how about we go take a look after I wake up, I don’t think it’ll be cloudy—”

“You can’t fall asleep.” Albedo repeated, his voice beginning to reveal his desperation, nevertheless, it all went over your head.

“Why not? I’m so tired.” You pouted, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Because if you do…” He paused, scared to finish his sentence and acknowledge what was to come, because if you were to fall asleep, he wouldn’t be able to guarantee that you’d awake, instead, he sang the same pleadings over and over again in hopes that you’d listen to him, but you didn’t -couldn’t; not when the blood of his ‘brother’ had already stripped you of your vitality.

“I promise I’ll take you there Albedo, just be sure to wake me up in a few minutes.” You lopsidedly smiled although your eyes drooped with every second they remained open. “Okay?”

You didn't wait for his answer, already repositioning to lie down. “Archons, I’m exhausted.” You mumbled before turning to meet his shimmering gaze. “Don’t look so sad, it’s just ten minutes -we’ll be out and about before you know it.”

With a final squeeze to his hand, you allowed your eyes to draw to a close and Albedo helplessly watched as your breathing slowed to a complete halt and for the first time in his entire existence he felt the sensation of tears spilling from his eyes.

Between his frantic shouts of your name and the drying of his tears, Albedo was unsure of how much time had lapsed, but he lifted his head from your still chest when he heard the distinct twinkling of the Traveler’s companion zooming into his encampment with eyes visibly set on finding you -and when they did, she froze. Her eyes dimmed with a childlike sorrow before she fled behind Aether’s cape.

Confused by the fae’s behaviour, the rest of the group entered. Their sights landed on Albedo’s kneeling frame first before moving to your lifeless one beside him.

“No,” it was Amber’s voice who had broken the silence first as she made her way to you. “She can’t be— no… She can’t be gone.” She turned to Albedo with a pleading look in her honey eyes. “She’s just resting, right?”

“Amber…” Eula’s stepped forward.

“Please Albedo, tell me she’s only asleep.” The Outrider continued only to break down in bitter sobs when the alchemist solemnly shook his head.

They descended the mountain that evening in complete silence, safe for the sporadic sniffles belonging to either Amber or Paimon -even Bennett managed to stave off his bad luck during their trip back.

When the group returned a large meeting was held within the Favonius headquarters announcing your passing to the knights, leaving your many friends, colleagues and subordinates tearful and forlorn.

Albedo remained at the back of the hall as Jean spoke, trying to come to terms with the events prior to their descent whilst searching for the words to tell his sister knowing that she looked up to you.

The meeting ended as Jean mournfully left for her office. Kaeya quickly found Albedo as he headed towards the exit with words of quiet condolences on his lips before allowing the blond to leave.

Albedo would have noticed the slight gloss over the Captain’s eye had it not been for the way the blue-haired man avoided all eye contact until he had separated. He thought back on all your adventurous escapades featuring the Cavalry Captain -he would probably miss you as much as Albedo would.

The trip to Vannessa’s Tree was spontaneous, no doubt something you would have done. As he arrived at the broken boat, he peered into the shallow waters and indeed, he could see the vast multitude of stars shimmering within its reflection.

There he remained -a part of him still hoping that the entire day had merely been a nightmare. That he’d open his eyes to find yours brimming with life again; instead he heard you beside him. Laughing as the cold water tickled your legs, but when he turned you were nowhere to be found -he had only heard the sound of your memory from the days spent at the Golden Apple last year.

After having heard enough trickery from the wind, Albedo returned to the city. Passing by some of your favourite shops on his way to your home and with a heavy sigh, he bent to retrieve your spare key from under the pot plant.

The door opened with a slight creek before Albedo was met with the absolute silence of your abode.

He gingerly stepped through your doorway, his body instantly embraced by your lingering scent causing fresh tears to well up in his teal eyes.

Closing the door behind him and turning on the few lamps at the entrance, Albedo’s sight landed on a small jar collecting dust on your counter. He stepped closer, examining its familiar shape until he finally pieced together its contents.

It was the cecilia he had given you some few months ago and although he should have been happy to see that you had kept it, his heart couldn’t help but clench at the sight -for the cecilia had wilted.

[sour-n-salty-citrus]

5, 11, 28? ~necklace-of-sin

Hey Cat! Thanks for the asks :D

5. What is/are your least favorite trope(s)?

HMM! Idk if this counts as a trope, but I CANNOT read anything with public sex (MAYBE semi-public but even then it depends). Like idk bajdjsjs I'm super squicky about the idea of someone stumbing in upon or watching the MCs of the fic. Like- MAYBE if its one person watching in a confined space, otherwise, if its like a crowd or smth then nuh uh I'm not reading it. I think maybe part of it comes from a strong sense of second hand embarrassment or smth lol.

Next- I wouldn't say I 'dislike' this trope, but hurt/no comfort. I mean- maybe I'll read it, but I'm a godamn sap, so even in stuff like darkfic I need some kind of closure ;-;. Even if the ending isn't "happy", I prefer bittersweet to just... bitter akdjskd. I need some relief, otherwise it's just Torture Porn? Which can be enjoyable ig but very very very rarely for me.

Oh another one is when a ship is put in the main tags... only to break up/not be the main pair ajdbsj. Like- I read a bkdk fic (bc i was in the bkdk tag) that was about Deku cheating on Bakugou w Todoroki and breaking up, and then the following fic was Kiribaku. LIKE hsjdjasj it makes me so mad! Why couldn't the break up have been referenced in the kiribaku fic?? Why make a new fic! Doesnt make sense to me. It's even worse if your ship is a rarepair/not that popular. Like- I ship Reibert, which isn't exactly a rarepair, but it always shows up as a sidepair. I have to legit filter out the jeanmarco tag bc it takes up the reibert tag, and just has them in the background and it annoys me sm >:/ Wait does that count as a trope-? Whatever.

This isn't a trope, but it's rare I like canon ships. Like- if a ship is implied canon it's like meh :/. I think a lot of the fun comes from the knowing your ship won't be canon and the potential there, so canon ships are kinda "boring" to me. With expections, of course, but yeah. Its like a lot of the potential is already gone, and I think its partly due to lazy writing, bc once characters are romantically involved a lot of writers cba to develop their actual relationship and individual characters. (This doesn't go for fic, more canon stuff).

11. What makes a great ship in your own opinion?

HMM. Well, as mentioned, I think the best ships always tend to be the non-canon ones :"). Idk I just feel like when there's only a platonic relationship on-screen, it means there's so much more to develop and explore in fic and fandom. Generally though, I love characters that are opposites (opposites attract 4 life), but still similar enough to flow off each other and have an enjoyable dynamic. Because you ship Rickorty too, I'll use them as an example: I like how they work as a team and balance each other's strengths, but at the same time can be conflicting and bicker a lot. If you look at my other fave ships (Bakudeku, Shizaya, Frostshield) I think I really have a thing for opposites (and blondes... apparently). I love when there's one half who's honest and earnest, and one who's more reseved and manipulative/complicated. I love ships that bring out the best in each other, and again, act as a balance for each other's strengths/weaknesses. I love the "stronger together" shit, I'm weak for it, and I love the whole "x is soft for y, and y is tough for x". Its *mwah* perfection. I love when the ship gives each other a different perspective on life, makes them change for the better.

I think the best ships are, when you put them in a room together, something interesting is bound to happen.

(Fluff and mushy shit aside I love when ships have a lot of potential for angst too >:D)

28. What is your best shipping advice?

This is a vagueish question so I'll answer as "best advice for a shipper".

Imo, ship what you want and dgaf. Someone will share your ship (someone always does, trust me), and if it's a rarepair, be the change you want to see in the world! Even if you feel like you're the only one making content for something and enjoying it, I guarantee, someone else will be searching for it and be very thankful to find it. If someone wants to talk about their ships with you, and if its not a trigger/uncomfortable for you, let them! They'll probably let you talk about yours in turn. Respect other people's ships, and they'll respect yours. If you don't like a ship, you're free to complain about it, but make sure to complain about the ship and NOT the shipper. Block whoever you want, it's literally no big deal, and if people are being jerks you don't have to listen to them. AO3 is a godsend, its tagging system and bookmarks are a godsend, use them! If you really enjoyed a fic, leave a comment! Please ;-; Doesn't have to be big. Write/make what you want, even if it's for yourself.

The most important thing is to have fun! :D

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

The king, The Captain, The Soldier

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

by Annerp, RenneMichaels

The end, or maybe it was the beginning, came so fast. The initial months of grieving, followed closely by an overwhelming sense of helplessness, had felt like forever. And then Tony was back. It was a miracle, or an astounding feet of engineering, but either way, he was back. There were powerful new allies, re-forged connections and mended friendships. All thoughts of betrayals and inconsequential legislation pushed to the side in the flurry of activity that followed. Steve accepted that he would never understand the science behind it all. He didn’t need to. He had faith that Tony could get them where and when, it would later turn out, they needed to be.

The plan had been simple in theory and almost impossibly complex in practice. Locate the gauntlet and the stones. Launch a concentrated attack on Thanos to get it back. Use it to reverse what was done. Bring back their loved ones. They located Thanos and therefore the gauntlet, with Nebula’s knowledge. And they pulled together as a team to take the fight to the Titan.

And they won.

Words: 2423, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied Sexual Content, Slow Burn, stoki - Freeform, frostshield - Freeform, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Awkward Flirting, Thor (Marvel) is a Good Bro, Bucky Barnes is a troll, Loki being Loki

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

[hiddlemethis]

I was tagged by the lovely & absurdly talented @owlettica to post my top 5 OTPs and ohhhhhhh boy. this is a struggle!!!!

1. Frostiron - MCU Loki x Tony Stark specifically, but I'll take other iterations if it scratches the itch right.

You'll have to pry this one out of my cold, dead hands, y'all. I am a SUCKER for hero x villain ships and I love characters in general who straddle the line of morality, which these two both definitely do. There was clear chemistry between them on screen. The sarcasm and wit was sublime! Plus, these two idiots literally got me into the Marvel fandom after a friend recc'd me some fics & I had to watch the movies after reading a bit.

2. Shoot - Person of Interest Sameen Shaw x Root

More sarcasm, more people on opposite sides who end up teaming up together. Also two very fucked up people as well? Like, they both kill people, sometimes for more or less the same reason in that they are following orders from someone else. And idk, you just need to watch Person of Interest to fully understand them and their arc.

3. Zsaszlepot - Fox Gotham's Victor Zsasz x Oswald Cobblepot

Um okay so a relationship between boss & bodyguard is like *chef kiss*. Sure, Pengu pays the bills, calls the shots, ultimately dictates what Victor does, but uh....Zsasz has worldly experience Pengu will never have. He is also sassy af and is capable of shrugging off Pengu's little rampages no problemo. But that loyalty, even when Oswald does scream at him, and the thought of Zsasz saving him from some big threat and Os going soft in gratitude just makes me squeal a little. I can't even fully express my adoration of this aesthetic, but it's SUCH a thing.

4. Jalice - Twilight Saga's Jasper Whitlock x Alice Brandon

UGH. UGGGGH. So the main storyline of Twilight isn't super interesting to me but I love the side characters and I love when a bunch of people come together to form a family ( aka why I'm probably drawn to superhero teams. ) Jasper & Alice's story always KILLED me!!! Jasper as this half-feral, war-ravaged man who is found by a plucky Alice who's been through her own hell, even if she doesn't remember it. She saves him, grounds him, reminds him he's still capable of feeling and loving and being loved. And he's super protective of her without suffocating her, without controlling her or implying that she NEEDS it.

5. dude I seriously can't decide a 5th of my faves. this is cruel punishment. so maybe I can just list a bunch that I enjoy? Frostshield ( Steve Rogers x Loki ), Fandroki ( Fandral x Loki ), Sons of Anarchy's Tig x Venus, Gorzsasz ( Jim Gordon x Victor Zsasz ), True Blood's Jessica x Holt(?), Glee's Brittana ( Brittany Pierce x Santana Lopez ), Glee's Klaine ( Kurt Hummel & Blaine ), Cory x Topanga, plus my crossover ships Loki x Thranduil, Loki x Oswald Cobblepot, Loki x Victor Zsasz, and so many more.....

and shout out to all my BroTPs too like Steve & Bucky, Steve & Sam, Legolas & Gimli, Sam & Frodo, The Winchesters & Castiel, Boy Meets World's Shawn & Cory...

idek who to tag so tag you're it, if you wanna!!

[annerp]

Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Steve Rogers, Loki & Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Clint Barton, Frigga, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Violence, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Character Death, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Touch Aversion, Depression, Unconventional Relationship, Bonding over trauma, Shared Trauma, Slow Burn, stoki - Freeform, frostshield - Freeform, Steve Rogers Feels, Loki (Marvel) Feels, Dissociation, Temporary Blindness, temporary paralysis, Temporary Character Death, Suicidal Thoughts, talk of suicide and death, Not A Fix-It, Panic Attacks, Loki (Marvel) Does What He Wants, Thor (Marvel) is a Good Bro, Implied Sexual Content, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:

Half of humanity died in the snap. Some died before. Two of them came back.

[ao3feed-steverogers]

The king, The Captain, The Soldier

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

by Annerp, RenneMichaels

The end, or maybe it was the beginning, came so fast. The initial months of grieving, followed closely by an overwhelming sense of helplessness, had felt like forever. And then Tony was back. It was a miracle, or an astounding feet of engineering, but either way, he was back. There were powerful new allies, re-forged connections and mended friendships. All thoughts of betrayals and inconsequential legislation pushed to the side in the flurry of activity that followed. Steve accepted that he would never understand the science behind it all. He didn’t need to. He had faith that Tony could get them where and when, it would later turn out, they needed to be.

The plan had been simple in theory and almost impossibly complex in practice. Locate the gauntlet and the stones. Launch a concentrated attack on Thanos to get it back. Use it to reverse what was done. Bring back their loved ones. They located Thanos and therefore the gauntlet, with Nebula’s knowledge. And they pulled together as a team to take the fight to the Titan.

And they won.

Words: 2423, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied Sexual Content, Slow Burn, stoki - Freeform, frostshield - Freeform, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Awkward Flirting, Thor (Marvel) is a Good Bro, Bucky Barnes is a troll, Loki being Loki

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

[ragnarokdad]

Wild Wood River verse + Steve/Loki for the 5 headcanons thing please!!!!! requirement at least one of the five must be about their dog

YES let’s bring back that verse. For those unfamiliar, Wild Wood River is the series I wrote last year (shameless self-promotion) which was my gateway to creating this blog and probably still the best writing I’ve produced since going back to fanfiction. 

-Okay so the last time I wrote stuff for this verse they just got a dog right? It’s very important that the dog is named Buddy and Steve named him. 

-Anyway I was also thinking considering it’s Victorian times and all that jazz they can’t really get married BUT what if they went back to London for the summer and had a small ceremony at the villa surrounded by sound people celebrating their love

-Even Sam comes over to London for the occasion and Thor ‘officiates’ 

-They’re both doing quite well at their jobs in New York and their goal is to be able to get a wee house in the country and they go looking for a cute house and they need one that’s perfect for the dog obviously and also that reminds them of the England villa where they fell in love 

-And they move in in the autumn after they get back from London and it’s all autumny and beautiful and I cry because I miss this verse

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

The king, The Captain, The Soldier

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

by Annerp, RenneMichaels

The end, or maybe it was the beginning, came so fast. The initial months of grieving, followed closely by an overwhelming sense of helplessness, had felt like forever. And then Tony was back. It was a miracle, or an astounding feet of engineering, but either way, he was back. There were powerful new allies, re-forged connections and mended friendships. All thoughts of betrayals and inconsequential legislation pushed to the side in the flurry of activity that followed. Steve accepted that he would never understand the science behind it all. He didn’t need to. He had faith that Tony could get them where and when, it would later turn out, they needed to be.

The plan had been simple in theory and almost impossibly complex in practice. Locate the gauntlet and the stones. Launch a concentrated attack on Thanos to get it back. Use it to reverse what was done. Bring back their loved ones. They located Thanos and therefore the gauntlet, with Nebula’s knowledge. And they pulled together as a team to take the fight to the Titan.

And they won.

Words: 2423, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied Sexual Content, Slow Burn, stoki - Freeform, frostshield - Freeform, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Awkward Flirting, Thor (Marvel) is a Good Bro, Bucky Barnes is a troll, Loki being Loki

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

[ao3feed-lokisteve]

The king, The Captain, The Soldier

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

by Annerp, RenneMichaels

The end, or maybe it was the beginning, came so fast. The initial months of grieving, followed closely by an overwhelming sense of helplessness, had felt like forever. And then Tony was back. It was a miracle, or an astounding feet of engineering, but either way, he was back. There were powerful new allies, re-forged connections and mended friendships. All thoughts of betrayals and inconsequential legislation pushed to the side in the flurry of activity that followed. Steve accepted that he would never understand the science behind it all. He didn’t need to. He had faith that Tony could get them where and when, it would later turn out, they needed to be.

The plan had been simple in theory and almost impossibly complex in practice. Locate the gauntlet and the stones. Launch a concentrated attack on Thanos to get it back. Use it to reverse what was done. Bring back their loved ones. They located Thanos and therefore the gauntlet, with Nebula’s knowledge. And they pulled together as a team to take the fight to the Titan.

And they won.

Words: 2423, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied Sexual Content, Slow Burn, stoki - Freeform, frostshield - Freeform, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Awkward Flirting, Thor (Marvel) is a Good Bro, Bucky Barnes is a troll, Loki being Loki

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2JuroFJ

[ao3feed-lokisteve]

Definitely No!

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2OWlm09

by Annerp

Loki asks a question and Steve definitely knows the answer. Or, the time that Steve learned something new about himself.

Words: 1072, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Loki/Steve Rogers, Loki & Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic, Steve Rogers has no chill, Loki knows exactly what he is doing, Steve just needs a little time to get there, Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Fantasy, One sided discussion of bondage, Short One Shot, stoki - Freeform, frostshield - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2OWlm09