#loki song fic

[daisybell17]

Fourth of July — Loki [song fic] {PART 1}

(warning: death‼️)

The evil it spread like a fever ahead. It was night when you died, my firefly

It took everything in Loki’s power to approach your bed. The cold air filled his lungs as he watched you. He knew that eventually this was going to happen. He knew you were going to die, and even though you both agreed to let you go once you reached of age. Loki kept finding himself back at Odin’s feet, time and time again, contemplating if he should give up his immortality, his god status, his life…for you

But not once did he ever go through this decision, and along with your reassurance that you would be ok, his mind found a way to trick his hearts desires. So for his entire life, he had somehow convinced himself that he could go on living…even as you passed.

Though he thought he would be ok, seeing you now…old, weary, weak…dying…He couldn’t even look at you as the days grew shorter and you slowly started dissipating.

What could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?

Loki was there when you passed. He found the strength within him to lay with you as the world caved in. You rested against his chest, not fearing death, but rather fearing if Loki could live on like this.

He played with your hair and whispered old anecdotes from when you first fell for one another, reminiscing on the youth you both shares. Loki never left your side. He knew this would be the last conversation you would ever have.

So as night fell, you grew quiet. Loki knew it was time…he knew you were close to that eternal slumber. Looking down at you, he found himself smiling rather than crying, which you undoubtedly needed. It was better that you passed on with a smile, rather than with tears.

“I-I love you…you…you…are everything” You managed to say before resting your full weight on him.

This was it.

This was the final moment.

Consciousness slowly leaving you.

Loki knew.

You knew.

You were human, He was a God. Your afterlives wouldn’t cross.

This was the final moment you and Loki had together in this universe. Forever. And never again.

“My best girl…always and forever…I love you…I love you…Norns I love you…” He couldn’t help himself, he started crying. “I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I lo-“

You went limp.

His eyes went wide.

His beloved, his supposed forever. Gone. and he has no one but himself to blame…

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(a/n): now obv i didn’t do the entire song [its like 2 am lol] but i might continue writing, and if you do want me to finish it lmk! sorry if this was a lil sad 🥲

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Welcome To New York - Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Blank Space - Loki x Fem!Reader

Style - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Out Of The Woods - Derek Hale x Fem!Reader

All You Had To Do Was Stay - ineffable husbands (good omens)

Shake It Off - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (coming soon)

I Wish You Woud - JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Bad Blood - Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

Wildest Dreams - Marco Peña x Fem!Reader

How You Get The Girl - Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

This Love - TBA

I Know Places - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

Clean - Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Wonderland - TBA

You Are In Love - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

New Romantics - Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader (coming soon)

[mollysolo]

Omgg it was so good to see a notification from you!!! thank you so much for tagging me and also CONGRATULATIONS on 3k that's such a big achievement im so proud of you 💖💖💖 so since I'm currently putting together a loki fics recommendation post and I'd love to include your work so maybe you could do from fate of the faithful with the song tangerine from Led Zeppelin with a forbidden romance trope? Idk its been on my mind for a very long time and the 54th prompt from your list made me think of like r having an arranged marriage with thor while she's been secretly dating loki for a very long time and now they're trying to fix this mess they're in ? Perhaps with some heavy angst and a happy ending ? I don't knowww im the worst at making requests😭 anyway im sure id love to read whatever you may write but thats just some ideas. Again congrats can't wait to see what you come up with 💖

How It Used To Be

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X fem!Reader

Summary: You and Loki are heartbroken when you are married off to his brother, Thor.

Warnings: Crying, secret romance, arranged marriage, yelling, kissing, arguing, Thor has a himbo realization moment lol

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: i kinda went off topic in terms of going along with what that song is about i hope you like this anyways!

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Loki truly considered the day of you and Thor’s wedding to be one of the worst days of his life. He had to stand by his brothers side as his best man and watch him put that ring on your finger. He was silent the whole ceremony, trying to focus on holding back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall down his face.

It was a beautiful summer day the day you and Thor got married but all Loki could think of was the moment you two had shared in this exact spot last summer. You and Loki had been dancing throughout the garden as the sun set, stopping you every once in a while to dip you down, making you smile every time he did.

And when he had brought you up for the last time that evening after dipping you, he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and promised that he would marry you here someday, when the time was right. Now, you had to get married to someone who wasn’t him in the place he had promised to marry you.

Summer used to be so beautiful to Loki but now it all looked grey to him and all it brought was pain. This pain got worse the longer he had to stay at the wedding and watch you and Thor dance together for the first time as a married couple.

And when he was sure that everyone was paying attention to the two of you, he slipped away from the wedding and disappeared to his room in the palace. And once he was in the privacy of his bedroom, he let his tears fall while his chest moved quickly with every breath he took in and let out. Would he ever truly be able to be with you?

While he cried and gazed up at the stars outside his window, Loki cursed himself for falling for you so quickly. But it was so easy to fall in love with you, he couldn’t help it or stop it from happening. And now he had lost all remaining hope that he would get to love you freely without worrying about someone discovering what was going on between the two of you.

He just wished that people thought he was as good of a man as Thor, that way you would’ve never had to marry his brother in the first place and you wouldn’t have to hide your love either.

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Later that night once the wedding had been over for a couple hours, Loki heard someone knock at his door. And he would’ve ignored them and attempted to go back to sleep if it wasn’t for the voice he had heard on the other side, yours.

“Loki? Can I come in? I really need to talk to you.” you whispered to him through the wood of his bedroom door, mentally hoping that you were loud enough and he heard you.

He then let out a soft sigh and got out of his bed, dragging himself over to his door. He quickly opened it and closed it behind you once you had entered, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you here. Especially after you just got married to his brother.

Your relationship and your love seemed years away now, like it was a dream and you never actually loved him. You were all he had and now you were married to his brother instead of him.

But little did Loki know, while he was suffering at your wedding so were you, trying so hard to hold back your tears just like Loki had been. You felt your heart break in your chest as you promised yourself to Thor, saying “I do.” when the priest had prompted you to.

And once you were within the privacy of Loki’s room,— still wearing your wedding dress — you finally let the tears you had been expertly holding back all day fall. You placed your hand over your mouth — trying to silence your cries — and Loki wrapped his arms around you, letting you press your face into his chest. Your makeup had already been taken off for you not long ago but you couldn’t wait any longer to see Loki so you sneaked out of you and Thor’s room when no one was paying attention and came here.

You looked up at him from your spot in his arms a few moments later, “I’m so sorry, Loki. I-If I had any say in this, I wouldn’t have married him, I would’ve married you. I love you and only you, I swear.” you quietly said to him, easily becoming a bit hysteric while you continued to cry and your breathing sped up.

You desperately needed Loki to know that you didn’t love Thor the way everyone had tried to make him believe. And in this moment, while you cried to him, he understood all of the pain you were also feeling.

He had been so wrong about you and your loyalty to him and he kind of hated himself for it if he was being honest. But now wasn’t the time for him to be insecure, he needed to be there for you and love you the way you deserve to be loved.

Loki then placed one of his hands on the back of your head, placing the other one on your back and brought you closer to his chest once more. He slowly rocked the two of you back and forth while he started to speak to you and you slid your face into the crook of his neck, “Shh, Shh, it’ll be okay, my love, I believe you. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” he said, causing your crying and breathing to slow down.

You nodded against his chest and looked up at him again, “Can I stay in here tonight? I don’t want to face my new reality quite yet. I want to pretend that everything is how it used to be, how it should be for a little longer.” you asked him, hoping that he would say yes. You really didn’t want to have to go back to Thor tonight.

He placed his hands on your face and gently tipped your head back, then pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. “Of course, my love.” he answered in between kisses, making you smile against his lips.

Loki then scooped you up into his arms bridal style and held you close to him while he walked back over to his bed. He slowly unzipped your dress for you after he had set you down on his bed — gently pushing it onto the floor — and he slipped the sleep shirt he had been wearing off of himself and onto you.

That night, you fell asleep in Loki’s bed, in his arms, truly happy while you laid there and pretended that it was Loki you had just married that day, not Thor.

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The following morning, you were woken up by the sound of Loki and Thor yelling at each other in the office attached to Loki’s room as well as the cold temperature that had taken over the bed now that Loki had left it. You frowned at the sound of Thor belittling his brother and overall just being cruel to the raven-haired man.

You assumed that Thor had found you in Loki’s bed that morning and Loki had suggested that they talk in his office to avoid waking you up.

Your heart broke again, this time for your lover as you could hear all of the sadness, anger and desperation in his voice every time he yelled back at his Thor. So you swiftly got out of bed and headed over to Loki’s office, the door just slightly ajar.

You quickly pushed the door open then walked into the room, you looked at Thor first then spoke, “What the hell is going on here?” you sternly said,  immediately silencing their argument.

Thor’s eyes narrowed directly at you, prompting Loki to rush to your side, wanting to be close to you in case his brother tried to hurt you for going behind his back. Instead he spoke to you with a sarcastic tone, “Ah, (y/n)! Care to explain what you were doing sleeping in my brothers bed?” Thor asked as he slowly stepped closer to you and waved his hands about while he spoke, making Loki feel more protective of you.

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself before you explained yourself to him, “I have never loved you, Thor, you should know that, my parents chose for us to get married after all. Loki is the person I love, not you,” you said, pointing to Loki while he still stood at your side, “And if I had any say in it, I would’ve married him yesterday. I have loved him for years and I’m tired of hiding it. I’m tired of pretending like he isn’t my soulmate!” you yelled at Thor and he took a step back from you, processing what you had told him.

Thor had been led to believe that you did love him and your marriage had been arranged just because of tradition. But now that he knew the truth, all of the anger in his system quickly left and instead he felt sadness.

“Is this really how you feel, (y/n)?” Thor gently asked you while he furrowed his eyebrows.

You nodded and spoke to him again, “Yes, he’s all I’ve ever wanted. Loki is truly the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” you confidently answered, your words telling Thor what he needed to do now.

Thor looked at you then Loki once again, “I’m so sorry, I’ve been such a fool and neither of you deserve the cruelty I’ve shown you. I’ll go speak to father right away and have our divorce put in place and make sure that your wedding will happen as soon as possible. I will make sure that the two of you get the future you deserve, even if father doesn’t agree.” Thor replied, taking off the weight that had been resting on both of your chests.

Loki then stood behind you and placed his dominant hand on your shoulder, the other resting at his side. “Thank you, brother.” he said and with that, Thor left the room and went straight to Odin. He wanted to make things right between the three of you now, he didn’t want to waste a single minute.

And once you two were completely alone in Loki’s office, you turned to face him and reached up to gingerly take his face in your hands, placing a kiss to his lips. You hoped that this kiss displayed all of the love you have for him and when he kissed you back, he hoped that his kiss would communicate the same thing.

When the two of you pulled away from each others lips a few minutes later, Loki softly rubbed his nose against your own, letting his forehead lightly rest on yours. “I love you, my sweet girl.” he said to you in this special moment like those words were a prisoner that had been set free, not caring anymore if anyone in the palace halls heard what he just said to you.

His sweet words made you softly smile at him, “And I love you, my sweet Loki.” you replied, causing him to smile with you while you both felt yourselves blush.

The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer when you eventually started to talk again, “Dance with me, Loki?” you asked him as you separated your face from his and gazed up into his emerald green eyes.

“Of course. You know how much I adore dancing with you, darling.” he answered, still smiling, reminding you of how he never gave up the chance to dance with you and feel you in his arms.

And while the two of you danced together, happy tears started to fall down to your cheeks, prompting Loki to stop moving right away. He placed one of his large hands on your cheek and lovingly wiped your tears away with his thumb, “What’s wrong?” he urgently asked you, his eyebrows furrowing again.

You simply smiled up at him, “We don’t have to hide anymore. We’re finally free to love each other without fearing what could happen if someone finds out.” you explaining, letting Loki know that these were happy tears on your face.

“We are, darling and I plan on letting everyone know how much I love you every chance I get.” he made known to you, that last bit of his statement making you grin.

You were truly his now and he would finally get the future with you that he had always wanted since the day he first met you six years ago. You two would actually get to spend the rest of your lives together and in love.

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[kiestrokes]

AAAAHHHH!!!!! IT IS WEDNESDAY!!!! I TOTALLY FORGOT!!!!

OH KIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Care to reveal a bit about fuckboy Mingi?

Alright Luce,

SFW above the cut and NSFW under it because I want to get this fic finished so bad. I need you to light a fire under my ass please.

My fuckboy Mings fic is Say My Name! and it’s got a silly little fratboy setting and nearly everyone’s queer🤷🏻‍♀️ idk it just happened like that. This is legit the note at the bottom of my wip 😅

SFW-ish

“I can’t see anything!” You turn to Yunho confused.

He takes a sip of his drink regarding you over the rim with mischievous eyes, before breaking the stare with a slap to the bar counter.

“Hop up here,” Yunho sets his cup down on the other side and lifts you onto the counter before you have time to even think.

From your newly elevated position you can see through the small circle that has formed around three people. In the center is a guy with grown out silver hair, wavy and falling across his eyes.

“That’s Mingi,” Yunho smirks up at you.

You roll your eyes at him. He’d been talking your ear off for a month about his new roommate and how he just knew you’d be into him. That he’d be the ideal person to ceremoniously break your dry spell and miraculously heal you from your breakup.

You take a big gulp of your drink as he starts body rolling along with the others, except his gyrations are ridiculously fluid. Ebbing and flowing along to another T-Pain song, nearly as smooth as the R&B singer's voice. Nearly.

Your eyes widen as you catch sight of the exact tool Yunho thinks can cure you. On blatant display for the whole fraternity and all of its guests, in the thin pants Mingi is wearing.

“Fine, he’s cute,” you concede.

Yunho leans into the side of your legs with a triumphant laugh, his arm slipping between your thighs to appropriate half of your body for himself. He tilts his head back against your shoulder, his eyes reflecting the neon lights strung up along the ceiling.

“So, you wanna test him out for me?” Yunho whispers against your bottom lip, his hand giving your knee a squeeze.

Your eyes drift to Yunho’s smiling lips and nod, leaning in to give him a firm peck.

NSFW

“Mingi” you groan, as he rocks in and out with half pulled strokes.

“You look so good like this,” his darkened gaze slips up to meet yours.

Your eyes flick down to the folds of your stomach, where your tits are bulging between the bracket of your thighs. A whine breaking the seal of your bitten lips, as you watch Mingi pull almost completely out and press slowly back into you.

“Let’s just do this a couple of times, please” Mingi breathes, eyes bearing into yours.

You nod shakily, watching him. Little hums of pleasure escaping each time his body shudders into yours. Tensing as you squeeze around his tip when he matches it to the edge of your swollen entrance.

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Creature Comfort - Chapter 1

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Summary: Loki is enamored by you, and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone? Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character Word Count: 2631 Warnings: Fluff. Flirtatious Loki. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Excuse me. But that’s my spot.” You cleared your throat. You looked at Loki expectantly. Willing him to move away with just the deep stare of your eyes. You only got up mere seconds ago to use the bathroom. Your Kindle still lying on the armrest where you left it.

Loki just continued to read his book. Even so much as having the audacity to turn the page. “I quite like this spot. I can see why you center yourself here every time you come out.” He said as he crossed his legs. His right ankle over his left knee. Indicating to you that he will not move. Not even with you shooting daggers at his head.

“The seat is relatively close to the window, giving you ample sunlight to read but far enough that you don’t get hot from its rays. The angle makes it so you could see out to the foyer of the elevator and the lab, allowing you to gather who’s around you at all times. And the location itself is reasonably close to the kitchen, allowing you access to sustenance if need be.” Loki proceeded to point out to you. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.” He said finally looking up at you with a sly smirk.

You narrowed your eyes and took a deep breath as you snatched your Kindle from the armrest. “Fine. That’s fine.” You settled slightly aggrieved. “I’ll just…sit here instead.” You gritted as you sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Loki looked back down at his book, trying to hide his slight chuckle.

You started your Kindle and glided over the hot leather of the couch. It singed where your skin had made contact with the sun-exposed leather. The sun beat down ferociously on your neck, making you uncomfortable in the heat.  A refreshing glass of iced tea should fix this. But you were already settled on the couch and you would have to maneuver your way through the entire room and past the other furniture to get to the kitchen itself. It might make you sound lazy. Sure, but you’re a creature of comfort. You decided that it wasn’t worth it.

Annoyed, you continued to read on your Kindle. But every time there was a rustle of sound or the bell of the lift, your attention was stolen. It irked you that you couldn’t just look up quickly to see who came in and out of the doorways.  You felt so cut off. So annoyed. So very hot.

You stood up with a growl and gave up. With one final murderous look to Loki, you stomped back into your room.

Seven minutes and fifty-two seconds. She lasted longer than I thought.  He thought to himself as he turned the page.

The next day, you were relieved to find your favorite reading spot available. Looking around, you couldn’t see the trickster in sight. You happily sunk into the cool leather, tucked your feet under yourself, and fired up your Kindle. You were smart to get yourself a drink before you sat down. You happily sipped on the cup savoring the ease and relaxation you sought out yesterday but were denied.

Thinking about it made you huff. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.”

Wait.

Does he think about me? A sultry heat traveled throughout your body, making your insides flutter. He couldn’t. Not in that way. He meant it as a passing comment on how clever I could be. Not that he imagines or thinks about me in any way. You rolled your eyes at yourself, chuckling. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear Loki shuffle in as he sat next to you on the sofa.

You were taken aback as he proceeded to lie down with his head on your lap. He crossed his legs and started to read his book.

“Excuse me.” You said with a slight bristle. Loki looked up at you with his blue-green eyes, glistening with playfulness. His smile grew from ear to ear.

“You’re my pillow now.” He simply stated. He continued to read his book and you wanted to scrub that devilish smile off that beguiling face of his.

“Your what?!”

“Well, you’re sitting at the prime location for reading. And I can’t very well take it from you, that would be extremely uncouth of me.” A jab, no doubt, at you for trying to reclaim your spot yesterday. “So, you’re my pillow now.” He ended his explanation with a smile and continued with his book.

You stared.

Just stared at him. Unable to process what just happened. Other than yesterday, this was the most contact the two of you ever had. These were the most words the two of you had ever exchanged. You hadn’t even been on a mission together. Now he’s lying on your lap?!

You sucked your lips thin. Fine. I can play this game too. You thought. You took in a deep breath and tried to ignore the enticing smell of his cologne mingling with the warm air and you continued to read your book. 

You must’ve read the same sentence twice - three times before he said something. “You’re not usually this still when you’re reading. Are you not enjoying your book? Would you like to trade?” He offered.

“Um, no,” you said with restraint.

“Just as well. I’m getting to a really interesting part in my story.” He turned the page and continued. Usually? What does he mean ‘usually?’ Does he ‘usually’ watch me while I read?

You were saved from thinking on it further when Sam passed through the door. “Come on you two. Emergency meeting. Steve just got back with Tony. They want a quick get-together.” Sam said as he passed through on his way to the conference room. If Sam noticed the too-familiar state that you and Loki were in, he didn’t reveal it.

A few weeks later, after just coming back from your mission, you decided to unwind. You gathered your Kindle, and a nice cup of tea and headed to your favorite spot on the sofa. It didn’t surprise you to smell that all-too enticing cologne. Then feel his head rest on your thighs as he let out a contented sigh.

“Should I just expect this from you whenever I’m here?” you asked not bothering to look down at him.

“I like using you as my pillow. Does it bother you? Would you like me to use you as something else?” he crooned. Not bothering to look up at you either. You couldn’t help the tingling heat that radiated from the tips of your toes to the strands of your hair. You cleared your throat, trying not to let the statement affect you.

You took a big sigh and gave in. You sat there, reading line after line of your book. You stayed quiet at first, listening to the rustle of his book. The swaying of his foot on the couch. You noted how he had one foot on the couch resting. The other one bent to the floor, supporting himself. It was almost as if he was ready and willing to get off of you the moment you tired of the silly little game that he was playing.

That alone made you relax. You concluded that he was just being playful. Overly flirtatious, sure. But innocent, nonetheless.

You started reading your book. Really reading it. Immersing yourself in the story, in the words. You were reading a key dialogue from the main character when Loki suddenly professed, “You can’t possibly imagine how good that feels.”

You looked down to see his eyes closed in serene enjoyment. A smirk on his pink lips and your fingers running through his soft black hair. His book, resting on his chest, splayed open like it was discarded after you started stroking his head. Both of his feet now crisscrossed on top of the sofa.

You stood up abruptly, mortified at what you had just done. Loki grunted as his head fell onto the couch cushions without your support.

“I have to go.” You stammered.

“Do you really have to though?” He teased. “I was enjoying your hands on me.” You turned beet red as you walked away.

What is going on? Why is he affecting you so much?

You steered clear of the common area after that. Whenever the team was hanging out, you’d find yourself down at the gym instead, training. Or at the lab helping Bruce. You hadn’t picked up your Kindle since then either. The line you had bookmarked reminding you of the moment your fingers glided through his soft hair and felt…excitement?

Horrible embarrassment just engulfed you. You couldn’t shake the feeling. You couldn’t stop his words from running through your head.

‘Would you like me to use you as something else?’

‘I was enjoying your hands on me.’

And every time you would think of him, you could faintly smell a hint of his cologne, making you delve deeper into thoughts of him.

That’s it! He’s just trying to get inside my head! But why?

You spent most of your time training now. You avoided the common room altogether. As you were punching and kicking your way around the sandbag, you continued thinking about all the reasons why the god of mischief suddenly has an interest in you. Each punch, each kick, you offered a reason.

Maybe he wants to annoy me. Maybe it’s a prank. It’s a cruel prank. Maybe he just really likes me. If he really likes me, I’ll probably be just a notch on his belt and nothing more. I’ve seen the way he flirts with people at the parties. The way they all flock to his charm and allure. He could have a pick of any one of them. Maybe…maybe he just wants my spot on the couch.

“I’ve missed you.” Came his smooth voice from behind you. You turned around startled, almost punching him in the face. He caught your fist, inches away from pummeling his nose. You stood there, stunned. He continued to hold your hand, mirth dancing in his eyes.

He caressed your hand gently. “You’re not wearing gloves.” He observed. You tried to jerk your hand back, away from his soft touch. His cool skin. But he held it firmly, unwrapping the bloody bandage that had started to tear and become loose.

When he finally unwrapped your hand, he lifted it up to his lips and softly laid kisses on your wounded knuckles. His cool lips felt curative on your heated skin. His eyes never strayed from yours as he placed a firm kiss on each wound. He did the same for your other hand. Neither of you saying a word.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked out of breath.

“Because you’re hurt. For such a cautious, logical person, you’d think you’d be better prepared.” He answered.

“No. I mean why…” You took a deep breath at his answering smile. He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to confront the issue.

“Why are you always around me, seeking my company.”

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked. Rejection blared inside his heart. There was a long pause before you spoke again.

“Why are you teasing me?” That wasn’t a ‘no,’ he noted.

“Because I like you,” he said plainly. As if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“No, you don’t,” you countered. Unable to believe that anyone in their right mind would be attracted to you.

You walked away, heading to your water bottle. You needed something in your hands. You needed something on your lips. All too soon, your body was restless. It craved to be touched.

“Very few people ever tell me what I can and can’t do, darling. Even fewer still have the audacity to tell me what I’m feeling.” He started circling you, holding his hands behind his back, like a predator sizing up its next meal.

“I have done nothing to lead you on.” You felt exposed. You felt unnerved as he orbited you. His yearning gaze concentrates on the exposed parts of your skin.

“And that is precisely why I’m attracted to you. From the very beginning, you resisted my charms. You don’t try to grab my attention. You simply exist. Like a star in the night sky, dancing so brightly, showing your light, but letting the moon outshine you. But I see what you really are.”

“And what is that?” you asked skeptically with a raised brow.

“What are all stars really, but a sun,” he said stopping behind you. “So bright and warm. Helping others thrive…” He came closer to you. You could smell his cologne mixing with the warm scent of your own body.

You turned your head slightly to watch him. But like any prey, you kept your body turned towards the exit, ready to run if he tried to pull something.

“You lure me in with the light in your eyes …” Step. “The gravity of your smile …” Step. “The heat of your lips…” Step. Loki whispered the last part so close to your ear, that you shivered down your spine.

He gently ran his finger down your arm, feeling the goosebumps that had formed. You jerked away from his touch, not expecting him. “What do you want. Loki?” You ground your teeth. Shaking your head as if you were put under a spell.

“You vexing woman. I just told you.” He laughed. But his smile was short-lived as he realized something about you. “Is it that you do not trust me? Or that you do not trust yourself?” He asked.

“Do I trust you?” You repeated his question. “In a fight. Absolutely. I trust you with my life.” It’s true. You know he wouldn’t hesitate to save you or protect you. And you would do the same for him.

“But you do not trust me - with your heart,” he finished. Your eyes glistened and burned. You walked away before he could say anymore. You ran like the helpless prey that you were, away from him.

He was mocking you. He had to be. There was no way his feelings were genuine. He was unattainable. A true god indeed compared to your humble origins. There was no way you had fallen for him so quickly. You’ve never even seen him that way until that significant day on the couch when he decided he wanted to sit on your spot.

Weeks went by and you avoided the common room and the training room altogether, opting to work out at your local gym instead. You started to retreat to the many laboratories that Tony and Bruce had. You were helping Tony strategize new uses for his arc reactors. Diverting most of your time away from the small comforts you had weeks ago.

A creature of comfort. That’s exactly what you were. If your contentment was disturbed in any way. You hid. You changed. You adapted to expel whatever, or whomever, it was that was giving you discomfort. Then absorb your new conditions till you were settled again.

“Be careful not to touch those two c…” Tony started to say pointing to an encased batch of palladium on the counter. But before he could finish his sentence, a small explosion happened in front of your workstation, propelling you backward. You knocked your head onto the table behind you, then…black.

⬅️Series Masterlist | Chapter 2➡️

Taglist:

@alexs1200 @britishserpent @huntress-artemiss @lokisgoodgirl @lokiprompts @mischief2sarawr

[nostalgia-tblr]

does it count as "an adultery kink" if the fascination is only for the very specific dynamic where there's a still-totally-deniable thorki subtext underneath it all?

asking for the many people who have no doubt wondered this.

[smolvenger]

The Tortued Blorbo Department

Alrighty, listening to Tay's new album (which is ironic, I know, blah blah blah Midnight Getaway Rain Cars, blah), so far, the songs I think fit my fics are-

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys, LOML, and Down Bad- for Stella in The Boat in the Water: A Beauty and the Beast Story and Reader in A Court of Mischief and Purpose for Guess who

Florida!!!- That's Reader in Court of Mischeif being swept off to Asgard to nurse her broken heart.

Guilty as Sin fits Stella in The Boat in the Water (eventually...the feelings are gonna hit, ehhhe)

But Daddy I Love Him- Reader and Loki in Court of Mischief.

Fortnight- is proabbly when Loki and Reader are separated for a bit.

I think Albatross fits Reader in Court of Mischief as well.

The Alchemy I think fits a variety of them, probably with the descriptions of beer and mentions of crowns, that's likely leaning more to Prince Hal and Reader, especially in The Tavern Prince.

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me- that just fits Loki, arguably in anything I write.

The others I have listened to (31 songs?!?!!? How?!?!!? That's so much! :') ) I can't really decide on and the others, when I listen to them, I will.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

How have I been in fandom for - going on 8 years (?) and not gotten into fanvids before?? All the association I could have been making.... All the memories.... All the composition and clever editing....

[etherealacoustic]

All Of Me

Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Summary - On your third anniversary, Tom sings this song to you. Also depicts your and Tom's relationship.

Warnings - none!

Also I love him sm 🥺💙

Your lips mouthed the lyrics to the song that was playing on the radio, a soft romantic one. That was always your preferred choice, either love songs or sad songs. There was no in between.

Even after being married for almost three years now, one of your traits could be traced back to when you were a teen. Which was that you were a hopeless romantic.

You chuckled at the thought of your younger self daydreaming at how would you meet the love of your life. Various memories ran through your mind where you created scenarios in your head, imagined how the conversation would play out.

And speaking about getting hitched, tomorrow would be you and your husband's third marriage anniversary.

You smiled at the thought of your husband, Tom. The most caring, loving, sweet, and handsome gentleman you'd ever met.

Just as you were driving, you spotted a florist shop on the sidewalk and immediately stopped the car in front of it.

Getting out you quickly went over and greeted the old lady at the counter. There were many different kinds of flowers but you were looking for a particular one.

"This one," you said and pointed to the small purple sprig kept in a vase.

"Bougainville?" The lady seemed a little surprised at your choice as she plucked it out and handed it to you.

"My husband loves it," you chuckled and paid the amount.

"Quite an extraordinary choice," she nodded appreciatively.

"I know right," you said and shook her hand before retreating back into your car and driving home.

Finally reaching your apartment, you parked the car and walked towards the elevator to get home at last.

Tom on the other hand, was busy jamming to music and cooking dinner to hear the door open.

You grinned at hearing the all too familiar tunes being blasted and smirked at your perfect opportunity. Quietly tip-toeing towards the kitchen, you stood right behind him and yelled, "BOO!"

He jumped and turned around so fast that you were afraid he had snapped his neck. His eyes went comically wide and he clutched his chest to soothe his agitated heart. "That wasn't fair in the least".

"Sorry," you said in between laughs. "Couldn't turn down such a perfect chance now, could I?"

He rolled his eyes but smiled nevertheless, his eyes visibly brightening at seeing you after a long day.

"I got something for you," you said and he noticed one of your hand was behind your back, hiding something.

"What?" He asked curiously, a childish excitement glowing on his face.

At that, you held out your hand which was holding the small bunch of Bougainville and presented it to him with extreme dramatics and unnecessary elegance.

A faint blush rose to his cheeks as he laughed and took the flower from you, a huge smile on his face. "Thank you, love".

"My pleasure, husband," you winked and went forward to wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his shoulders.

He sighed contently and tightened his grip around you, swaying slightly and just enjoying the closeness.

"I'll quickly go and get changed," you whispered and he nodded, kissing you deeply before letting go.

Dinner was quite peaceful compared to the time spent after. You two were watching those try not to laugh challenges on YouTube and you were failing miserably.

"You're an actor!" You exclaimed angrily after your fifth defeat. "It's not fair!"

"A good actor might I add," he retorted smugly. "Everything's fair in love and war".

You frowned and huffed, "One last time, winner takes it all".

But as predicted, you had lost. Again.

"I hate this bloody game," you groaned and face palmed at being so easily cheered.

"Only because you totally suck," he grinned and backed you against the armrest of the couch.

"I do not! It's just that you have a really unfair advantage," you said and pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck.

You two were quite close, noses brushing and foreheads touching slightly. His baby blue eyes gazed into your shining irises, both pairs filled with every ounce of affection.

He leaned forward to kiss you, your eyes instantly fluttering close as you felt his slight weight on your body. Your lips moved against his in a familiar harmony, one that both of you knew all too well.

The small ding of the clock was what made Tom pull away, he glanced at the time before turning back to you.

"Happy anniversary, my love," he whispered and brought in his embrace.

"Happy anniversary, Tom," you breathed back, smiling at hearing his heart taking up it's speed.

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It was early in the morning and you were moving around, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb your sleeping husband.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair and coat before giving a satisfying nod.

"Love?" A raspy voice was heard making you smile softly.

You walked over to his side of the bed and sat next to him, laughing as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer. "You look beautiful," he mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Morning to you too," you chuckled and ran your fingers through his blond locks.

He hummed and slowly opened his eyes, "Leaving already?"

"Yeah," you sighed. Though wanting to stay home and enjoy your anniversary together, you had an unavoidable meeting. "I promise I'll be back early.

"It's fine. Drive slowly," he murmured and smiled sleepily at you.

You nodded and kissed him one last time before leaving rather reluctantly.

Tom watched as you closed the door and smiled before falling asleep again.

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It was late evening and the living room of your house was decorated nicely. Not too lavish but simple and beautiful, just the way you liked.

The lights were dimmed to a soft golden colour, fairy bulbs hung around, some draped over a plant and some on the wall.

Tom looked around, checking everything to make sure all was in place and smiled softly at your reaction on seeing this.

He went over to the bedroom to check himself. He adjusted his blue formal shirt, brushing off creases and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Running a hand through his hair and styling it a little, he nodded before taking the most important part of the entire surprise.

His guitar.

It was placed near the sofa, not easily visible but not completely hidden too.

The doorbell rang and he immediately perked up, a small grin on his face as he hurried over to open the door.

The door was open and you stepped in, not having the slightest clue about everything. The first thing you saw was your husband, looking extremely handsome in that shirt.

And before you could even say anything, rose petals started falling and you let out a tiny gasp, looking up and holding out your palm. Your body spun slowly without you even noticing as you were busy smiling widely.

You laughed a little and looked at Tom who had a fond look on his face. You walked closer and wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your hips.

"Thank you so much," you said and cupped his cheek with your right hand, an excited expression adorning your face.

"My pleasure," he replied in his deep and alluring accent. He raised his hand and removed a small petal that was stuck in your hair. A warm feeling spreading through you at his touch.

He smiled, and that was all it took for you to press your lips against his.

Tom pulled away and his hands went to your shoulder to pull off the blazer, "How was the meeting?"

"Not bad," you responded and let him lead you towards the sofa. "I think we will end up making a deal".

He nodded encouragingly and made you sit down on one of the couches before seating himself in the opposite one. You gave him a quizzical look but he just smiled pleasantly and took the guitar in his hands.

"You've been playing?" You asked in surprise and delight.

"Yep," he grinned and started tuning the instrument as you sat there.

"Now," he said after he was done. "I'm gonna play a song okay? And- I- I'm gonna sing too.. All you have to do is just watch".

A smile spread across your face as you took in his words. He was going to sing and play for you. You loved this man.

"Which song?" You questioned, trying your luck though you knew it to be hopeless.

"You'll just have to wait," he smirked which then faded to a slightly anxious look.

"Go ahead," you said reassuringly after seeing his nervous state.

He nodded and cleared his throat, offering you a charming grin before beginning to strum gently.

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What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawin' me in and you kickin' me out. You've got my head spinnin', no kiddin'. I can't pin you down.

Your eyes widened and you smiled at the familiar song, one that both of you loved. Another thought struck you that he was singing this for you, to you.

Tom's eyes that were previously on the guitar were now glued to your face as he sang, clearly letting you know that it was you he was dedicating this to.

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What's goin' on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride. And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me. But I'll be alright. My head's under water, but I'm breathin' fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

His eyes were still on you, taking in your features as his fingers moved and strummed the strings with no effort. You were looking especially beautiful tonight. Maybe it was due to the cost ambience, the golden glow of your skin, or maybe it was just your awed expression.

You were staring back at him, the love of your life, your man. Still not believing this was really happening. To someone it might seem simple, but to you it was a big deal.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'.

His lips held a small smile as he looked you right in the eye, as though making sure you were hearing his every word, trying to make you believe in him. His gaze scanned your body, affection fully visible in every part of his face.

Your throat tightened and you swallowed down the burning sensation. It had been just a minute and you were already getting emotional. You looked up at him to see him mouth, "You're perfect," and you chuckled, blush rising to your lips fast making him laugh.

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'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. Oh-oh.

You didn't know how to respond to the way he was looking at you, like it was you who hung the stars. He was looking at you with so much love, so much care, that all you could o was offer him a teary smile, hoping your eyes showed the same, wishing you weren't looking like an absolute mess.

His smile slipped a little at seeing your eyes welling up, he hated to see you cry. But his face brightened again at seeing your smile.

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How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too. The world is beating you down, I'm around, through every mood.

You almost laughed out loud at the perfect timing, it was as though the universe had aligned your emotions to the lyrics. Not even a minute ago you were a tiny bit conscious and here it was, your husband reassuring you unknowingly.

He cheered internally at seeing your happy grin, knowing what you were thinking. All that was running in his mind was you, and you only. He wanted you to know that he'll always be there, no matter what.

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You're my downfall, you're my muse. My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues. I can't stop singing, it's ringing. In my head for you. My head's under water but I'm breathin' fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

A smirk was seen on your lips despite your tear-filled eyes. You had multiple playful arguments, where Tom was so-called annoyed at you because according to him, you were the reason for the numerous diversions he faced when working.

He rolled his eyes at your mischievous grin, him understanding exactly what was running through your mind. Though being 'frustrated' with you for many times, you would always be his favorite distraction.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'.

And as though it was the perfect time, the tears you were holding back slipped from your fierceness and you shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop them but to no avail. His voice was just too sincere, full of too much adoration that it became difficult for your heart to stay silent.

Tom's eyes bore a sympathetic and fond look as he gazed at you, he loved you too much and even he could feel his voice starting to shake and throat starting to burn.

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'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. Oh-oh. Give me all of you, oh. Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts. Risking it all, though it's hard.

You had not even bothered to wipe your tear-stained cheeks. You just watched and listened. Your eyes flitting from his face to his hand as it strummed the guitar.

His gaze though was settled on you, taking in every tiny reaction and capturing it in his mind forever.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'. 'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. I give you all of me. And you give me all of you, oh-oh.

You eyes didn't stray away from his until his very last note, until his very last strum. You were taking everything in. From his shirt-clad body, to his glowing face, and to his glistening eyes.

And he did the same, losing himself into you as he mindlessly finished the song.

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As soon as the guitar was placed down, Tom wasn't even given the chance to look up when you had jumped on him, bringing him in the tightest hug ever.

He laughed softly and raised his hands to wrap them around you. He slowly pulled away to see trails of tears down your cheeks.

"Oh, love," he sighed and wiped them away, cupping your face gently, holding you with extreme care and kissing you at last.

"You shouldn't make your wife cry on her anniversary, Thomas," you sniffed and placed your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, darling," he whispered genuinely and you could hear the huge smile.

"Well you sung a goddamn song for me. I can't even be mad," you laughed and kissed his cheek.

"You liked it?"

"Of course I did! It was amazing, thank you," you said genuinely.

"Happy anniversary once again, my love," he murmured and pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his chest.

"Happy anniversary, handsome," you sighed and snuggled closer.

Both of your hearts swelling up with unfathomable amounts of love for one another as you cuddled.

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[loopsisloops]

Welcome to… Song Association!

Part 1

Location: Ao3

Memento Mori by @xxgwenstacyxx

The Souls by KingLeech

Let Me Know If It Get's Above A Six by Sundial_at_Night

Gambit Declined by @xxgwenstacyxx

🖤Part2a🖤

[daisybell17]

Fourth if July — Loki [song fic] {PART 2}

(warning: death‼️)

Well you do enough talk My little hawk, why do you cry?

Loki sat alone in your previously shared chambers once your funeral had commenced. Frigga had convinced Odin to allow you a “royal like” funeral as you were Loki’s beloved now gone.

Although it was a beautiful service in the eyes of the royal family and of the people of Asgard, Loki hated it. He hated every single moment of it…why did they always say funerals were a beautiful way to honor life?! You were gone. He accepted celebrating your life, but to call this moment beautiful?!

What a pathetic description. He wanted you alive. Forever. With him no matter what…even in death, if it were possible for you to enter Valhalla.

Breaking into tears and rage, Loki had cried cor hours on end, missing you, his beloved, his darling girl…

His best girl.

As the days grew closer to your final send off, Thor had tried reasoning with Loki to see you one last time…but he couldn’t even get words out, nothing left the God of Mischief’s mouth…he was silent, scarily silent, crying in bed, clutching a pillow and reading the first love letter you had sent him years ago, over…and over…and over

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July?

Soon his quiet cries turned into bright rage, lashing out at everything and everyone.

Constantly screaming and arguing with people, especially his All-Father Odin who had deemed his behaviour to be punishable.

Frigga had to kick some sense into him, reminding that this is not what you would have wanted or expected out of Loki once you passed…You’re gone forever, and nothing can change that fact.

“Mother you don’t understand, even when we enter Valhalla, she won’t be there…what even is the point of my existence?”

“Loki my boy, she was an extraordinary woman…she truly was your other half…bringing the light and best out of you…my darling, have you not learned by now? have your eyes not been opened? She may be gone, gone for eternity, but that doesn’t mean your existence is meaningless…she changed you for the better my dear…do you know how much you can do for yourself? for the world? because of her love for you?” Frigga had hold her son close, comforting him in his grief

“Mother…I…I have learned so much because of her…but what now? She was this once in a lifetime enigma…that I won’t ever see again…perhaps i can beg for Odin to strip me of my immortality, but even then…our lives beyond this plane will never meet” He stayed quiet for a second, letting a realisation dawn onto him

“You know Mother…she did teach me so much…about love and life…perhaps I can continue living her word and grace through teaching others…but I don’t know…I’ll need to think about it”

If there was a lesson you indirectly taught Loki when you were still around, it would be to continue loving even in places where love is non-existent. Become that beam of life and love, and Loki took that lesson to heart.

We're all gonna die

As the weeks passed, Loki was obviously still not ok, but he brought it upon himself to finally visit your grave…

Soon enough he visited you every other day and talked to you for hours in end. He knows you can hear him from your own Valhalla, which is the topic he always brings up in the one-sided conversations

“My love, I know one day I will too pass from this realm, that’s nothing to be afraid of…it’s just the mere fact that once I do die and ascend into Valhalla for eternity, without you. Its…something I don’t think I ever will come to terms with. Death can claim me now but even in the heavens, if we aren’t together, I will spend everyday missing you…All that I hope for is that for the rest of eternity, you and me stay happy, even if we are apart…You will never leave my heart…”

“I love you…forever”

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(a/n): As requested part 2! Loki truly does love you so much :( But it seems he can slowly continue to live even if you were gone forever…i’m open to doing a part 3! love yalls!

[notxjustxstories]

oc pride challenge 2023 ↬ tropes week ↬ unofficial tropes & tropes I made up

tag list: @witchofinterest, @megdonnellys, @foxesandmagic, @villanele, @sunlitscribe, @arrthurpendragon, @pinkykitten, @bravelittleflower, @ochub, @anotherunreadblog, @valdrinors, @eddysocs, @ocappreciationtag, @stareyedplanet, @superspookyjanelle, @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle, @raith-way, @noratilney, @richitozier, @wordspin-shares

[leos-regression-cove]

Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of Thor or Mobius singing lovingly to a baby regressor Loki as he falls asleep but I'm having so many emotions and thoughts over:

Loki being a caregiver, probably for the first time, and being so repressed and terrified, that singing a silly song (no fancy lullabies here) to a little one before bed is this cracking point of coming out of his shell. It's this expression of genuine love and not a robotic motion he has to go through out of obligation to make his little one happy. He's doing this because he wants to.

Can you imagine if it was regressor Thor? In a world where they have fought like brothers for millenia, been ripped apart, turned against one another by their father and the world, and are just fundamentally different beings, and Loki has to caregive for his brother, he finally expresses this raw, piece of emotion that he loves his brother and that he's not a burden or a bother by singing to the toddler little that's laying on top of him a few verses of "Skidamirink" or "Snuggle Puppy". He didn't have to do it, but he does anyway because he wants to make Thor happy and it makes him happy in return...

2. Tiny baby Sylvie being sung to for the first time.

Maybe by Loki (then the two tropes meet and BOY would that be insane) or Mobius or Thor and they're holding her and she's expecting silence or a fancy music box lullaby. She hasn't been regressing all that long or all that deep after all, she's just a little sleepy. If you asked her, she's not even a baby. She doesn't need nappies or sleep in a crib, she just wants snuggles and ... Fine, maybe a pacifier, too. But her caregiver sings a different sort of song. It's not slow or choral or especially melodic. She can still understand the lyrics! That's not how lullabies go!

She's confused, maybe even a little upset, starting to kick the blankets around her.

But it's just how much they love her and how precious she is and she can hear it in their voice. How much they mean it, espeially as they reach a hand over to tickle her neck and kiss her cheek or lace fingers with her.

The kicks are more silly as she grins and maybe even giggles, but soon they slow down because she's so sleepy.

"Goodnight, Sylvie," her caregiver smiles before turning out the light, keeping her close to their thumping chest so she can hear their heartbeat. She's never felt so close to anyone...

[buckymcbuckbarnes]

Song Recs for authors! PT 1.

A "Tiny" playlist I have made for authors and I genuinely hope y'all enjoy it, gimme feed back if you would like any more songs for inspo (I literally have over 3k songs on my playlist pls I need to share them with people)

I may be on an absolute ghost binge rn but if authors need any inspo via music imma just make a list of my favourite songs for y'all to listen to so those amazing minds of yours make masterpieces.

Kiss the Go-Goat - Ghost

Daddy issues. That's it. That's the description. 1000000/10 if you're writing smut with major Daddy issues.

Life Eternal - Ghost

Fucking sadness to the absolute max. "can you hear me say your name forever?" HAS ME SOBBING angst, sadness, in the feels type shit yes. Absolutely.

Darkness At The Heart Of My Love - Ghost

SAD. VERY SAD. A VIBE BUT SAD ANGST?? MOST LIKELY YES. I listen to it when sad so 1000/10.

Spillways - Ghost

Angst?? But like vibey angst, with a need to dance? A fuckin banger either way.

If You Have Ghosts - Ghost

A N G S T, such a great song for angst, 11/10 recommend if you're going to traumatise characters and readers.

Witch Image - Ghost

It's givinnnnng Scarlet Witch vibes, Wanda vibe yes absolutely here you go you absolute angels.

Dance Macabre - Ghost

God a fucking anthem man, also gives scarlet witch vibes.

Touch In The Night - Battle Beast

This gives off pining vibes, 10/10 something to listen to if you're wanting slow burn but like I said extreme pining.

Familiar Hell - Battle Beast

10/10 A fuckin banger of a song, highly recommend if you're wanting angst.

Out of control - Battle Beast

When I tell you this makes me wanna get into a suit of armour, ride a white stallion with a sword in my hands into battle is an understatement.

It gives off fighting thanos vibes.

Please lemme know if you'd like anymore because I have SO MANY

[mochie85]

What songs inspired your fics/series?

I wanna give a shout-out to @tom-whore-dleston for the tag. And just like her, I had to make my own post about it because, as many of you know, a lot of my fics are inspired by songs. A LOT!!! So...

Mayari

The whole fic, each and every chapter, is inspired by a song. I made a playlist/soundtrack that you can listen to on Spotify. Link here or scan the barcode up top.

Brut Gold

The first chapter of Loki and Lia was a request using this song as inspo...

The second chapter of Bucky and Rosaline was inspired by...

Just Breathe

Chapter 3 of "Just Breathe" was inspired by...

Love Potion #9

The first chapter of "Love Potion #9" was inspired by..

Now, the one-shots:

DANG! I'm only allowed 10 audio links per post.

Electric Love

Borns "Electric Love"

Heatstroke

Sundiver CA "Soundtrack For Your Backseat"

Outlet

Arch Enemy "Nemesis"

Her

Harry Styles "She"

Closer

Nine Inch Nails "Closer"

Sorry, Not Sorry

Demi Lovato "Sorry. Not Sorry"

Better Version

Sabrina Claudio "Better Version"

Kneel

Rammstein "Rein Raus"

Let's Get Lost

Beck, Bat for Lashes "Let's Get Lost"

Tagging people who might be interested. Y'all know how I get with music: @michelleleewise @lokisgoodgirl @springdandelixn @sarahscribbles @joyful-enchantress @give-me-a-moose @loopsisloops @liminalpebble @irishhappiness @ladyofthestayingpower @coldnique @lokiandbuckysdoll @muddyorbsblr @holdmytesseract @wheredafandomat @sailorholly @fictive-sl0th @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

[sylvies-kablooie]

my only reaction to the finale is to sit on the floor with so much (for) stardust the album and song on repeat

valid. remains their album. apocalyptic motifs in both the sense of rebirth and destruction. if s1 was Love From the Other Side s2 was So Much (for) Stardust. i used to be a real go getter. i used to think it’d all get better. we thought we had it all thought we had it all thought we had it all etc etc.