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[joyful-enchantress]

Jól Never Be Alone | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Hello! Enjoy this festive oneshot that I wrote as a gift for @smolvenger for this Secret Santa event facilitated by @fictive-sl0th. I took inspiration from a request submitted by @smolvenger and also from the Old Norse jól (pronounced yule), a midwinter festival which celebrated the passing of the longest days of winter, and fertility in the coming year. Happy Holidays!

Genre/Warnings: Arranged marriage, mild angst in the beginning (with a happy ending, I promise!), hurt/comfort, fluff, thirst, pining, smutty thoughts, language

Word Count: 3k

Three damn days.

That’s it. That’s all the time you had to pull yourself together.

To clean up the mess that you’d become these past weeks and be what the people of Asgard expected you to be. Needed you to be.

The shining star of the upcoming jól feast. You were to be the gem of the midwinter celebration as their newest princess.

That is, after all, what you were. You were married into the Asgardian royal family just over a month ago, joined in holy matrimony with Odin’s youngest son. The dark prince. Loki. A man — no, a god — that, for centuries now, had maidens everywhere falling over themselves just for the chance to spend a night warming his bed. How lucky you were to be his wife, right?

Though it wasn’t exactly a love match. Your marriage had been arranged by those that claimed more of a say in your lives than either of you did. Loki’s father and your own had devised a scheme — years in the making — in which you’d become Loki’s wife to strengthen the alliance between Asgard and your home realm, Vanaheim.

Yes, unfortunately, your love story felt less like a romance and more like a political drama.

It certainly didn't help that Loki has been cold and distant since the betrothal. He was always keeping to his own side of your shared living quarters, the physical walls between you serving as a constant reminder of the figurative one that loomed —towering and unsurmountable — between you. Short, clipped greetings are all that fell from his lips to welcome or acknowledge you when your paths did cross. Roommates with fancy titles... that's all you were. The dark, handsome prince, your husband, was never disrespectful — far from it, actually — but he never showed any true interest in you beyond what has been required during public appearances.

You couldn't blame him, not really. This couldn't possibly be what he had hoped for, when he would daydream about his own future. Trapped in a loveless marriage with you, likely feeling like little more than a pawn in his father's political chess games. No, it was no wonder why he kept his distance as much as the nature of your entanglement allowed.

There was a time, not so long ago, when you had allowed yourself to dream of a future where you sat beside Loki, as his wife. But not this way. Not like this.

Since childhood, you'd had a crush on the younger prince. Once you were old enough to accompany your father on his delegations to Asgard, where he'd speak on behalf of the Vanir at the council meetings, he was sure to bring you along. In hindsight, you realized, he only brought you with him so that you could become acquainted with Asgard before he secured your place there, within the royal court. But oh, how you looked forward to those trips! And a certain mischievous god was to blame...

Loki caught your eye the very first time you met him. How could he not? With those sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw that you swore were sharp enough to slice through your dignity. The silky curtains of raven curls that framed his stupidly handsome face, always looking absolutely perfect, no matter how unkempt and mussed they were. Then there were his eyes, glistening like two polished emeralds against the alabaster planes of his face. You had frequently wondered what it might be like to lock eyes with him during the throes of a passionate night of lovemaking... meeting his gaze as you're writhing in the sheets underneath his lean, sculpted body, appreciating the length of him — of his neck, his limbs, his cock as he buries himself inside you.

Perhaps it was foolish, but you spent those years pining for him from afar, dreaming of what could possibly be someday. Sure, you spent time with him during your visits, enjoying strolls together through the gardens or his personal library, sharing details of your lives and bonding over your joint love of books. He definitely wasn't a stranger to you. In fact, you’d say you knew him well. But you never made your romantic feelings for him known; you never hinted at the desire that scorched through your veins like an untamed fire every time he was near.

You'd tell him someday, you'd tell yourself. You would tell Loki your feelings and with any luck he'd be yours... and it was that thought, that hope, that fueled your daydreams and pushed you through until your next visit to Asgard.

But before you ever got the chance to share the true nature of your feelings with Loki, you were both called into the throne room where your fathers informed you of the arrangements that had been made. You were to be married. In three fortnights.

And your dreams of a fairytale romance with the handsome prince were thwarted in an instant. You wanted him, but not like this. You wanted something real... you wanted Loki to want you.

Now you were homesick and, during a time when you should be feeling surrounded by love and holiday cheer, you had never felt more alone.

Jól was in three days. And the midwinter festival was supposed to be magnificent — a giant feast honoring the gods Odin and Freyr and celebrating a hope for peace, sunshine, and fertility in the coming year. Your place of honor at the celebrations was especially anticipated, not only because you were Asgard's newest princess, but because you were from Vanaheim — you were Vanir, same as Freyr. And, you were one of his descendants; his granddaughter, in fact. Yes — Loki was Odin’s son and you were Freyr’s granddaughter. Your union was a jóltide dream. The people of Asgard were abuzz with excitement, chattering about how special this year’s festivities would be… thanks to you.

You and Loki had been seen in public before, of course. You had endured your wedding and the celebrations that followed and managed fairly well. But that was a formal affair; beyond a few pecks on the lips throughout the day's festivities, you could go through the motions with little more than the occasional formal dance required, as far as physical contact.

The expectations at the jól festival were entirely different. It was to be a wild and sensual affair, with you and Loki performing a dance as the centerpiece of the fertility celebrations. This dance... the sensuality was not something that could easily be fabricated. You couldn't just go through the motions. The two of you would be chest to chest, eyes locked in a passionate stare, hands roaming and exploring each other's bodies. Your performance was meant to inspire not only yourselves, but all in attendance to go forth from the feast and be fruitful.

The thought twisted your stomach in knots and made your heart ache. How were you supposed to make it convincing? And if you did give in to the burning desire you had for Loki to put on the show that the people of Asgard were expecting, how were you supposed to protect your heart? Knowing that it wasn't the same for Loki; it wasn't real for him, too...

You had been training for this dance with an instructor for two weeks now, learning the basic steps. Having grown up in the royal court here, Loki was already familiar with the dance, so he didn't require the same training. But now it was time for rehearsals to begin. With only three days until the festival, you had to practice the dance with your actual performance partner... with Loki. You had to get a feel for each other during the dance; see where it felt natural to add in those caresses of your nose on his cheek, his fans of hot breath on your neck, the wandering touches on each other's bodies that linger just a whisper too long...

And your first rehearsal was in two hours.

You needed to get some air.

As you step outside, the frigid air engulfs you and steals your breath away. It’s a welcome feeling — a cleansing feeling. And it’s exactly what you need to clear your head and collect yourself before this dreaded rehearsal. You make a beeline for the palace gardens without much of a thought, your usual walking route essentially muscle memory at this point.

Your footsteps were nearly silent on the fresh-fallen snow that blanketed the path beneath your feet as you strolled throughout the garden, admiring the pops of color provided by the hardy winter flowers and berries that were currently growing there. As you approached the crocuses, you stopped to appreciate their bright purple blooms and the way the snow clung to the delicate petals.

Despite the harshness of the current environment, the flowers were thriving, refusing to let the cold and the ice dampen their beauty and light. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you resolved to do the same. You wouldn’t let your situation dampen your own light any longer.

“Darling…?” A familiar voice sounded from just behind you, seemingly out of nowhere. The snow must have muffled the sound of Loki’s approach.

What was he doing here?

“Oh, hello, Loki! You startled me; I didn’t expect to run into you out here.”

You quickly made to wipe the tear from your cheek as you turned to face him, but you weren’t quite fast enough; nothing got past Loki’s sharp gaze.

“So sorry to alarm you, I just came to the garden for some calm and quiet. The bustling in the palace as everyone prepares for the festival can get overwhelming.” He paused for just a moment, his brow creasing ever so slightly as if considering whether to continue before asking, “Is there anything troubling you, Y/N?”

Yes. So many things, you have no idea.

“I’m alright, Loki. I… I think the frigid air is just making my eyes water.” You managed a weak smile as you lied to your husband.

His eyes softened at your words; they beheld more warmth than you’d seen from him since before your forced betrothal.

“You know, Y/N… I know this hasn’t been easy. On either of us. But it doesn’t have to be this way between us forever. You don’t have to hide your feelings from me just because you don’t… just because we’re not…”

He struggled to find the right words to finish the sentence, but the implication was a shard of ice to your heart.

“What I’m trying to say is that you can talk to me. Ours may not be a marriage of love, but it still is a partnership. I can tell that something is wrong, that something has been wrong since our fathers broke the news of our arrangement to us. It was like, at that very moment, the light inside you was snuffed out. The woman that walked out of the throne room that day was not the same woman that entered. You’ve been a shell of yourself ever since you learned that you’d been sentenced to spend your life with me. And I’ve tried to give you space… to give you time. I didn’t want to pressure you, or suffocate you, so I’ve kept my distance. Waiting for you to be ready to speak to me again; perhaps even to spend time together again, enjoying our shared interests. But it has been more than 10 weeks now and I don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. Talk to me, please. I… I miss what we were before that day in the throne room.”

You blinked at him, flabbergasted. At a loss for words.

Set aside the sheer wonder of the sight before you: the tall frame, hung with lean muscles that strained against the fabric of the emerald tunic he was wearing. A note of gratitude crossed your mind that his Jotun ancestry allowed him to forgo any bulky outerwear to protect him from the elements, so you could enjoy this view, unobstructed. Even the way the snow clung to his dark, luscious locks and reflected the garden lights like a glittering crown had him looking every bit the winter king.

This man — this god — missed you. He mistook your heartbreak for… disgust.

As if you could ever find any part of him disgusting.

“Loki, I…” Your eyes darted frantically, looking everywhere but at him. Searching the winter blooms, the snow-covered tree branches, the festive garden decorations for a sign… for a whisper of encouragement. A murmur of reassurance. Was this it? Was this your moment?

When you finally met his gaze again, you saw nothing there but patience. Kindness. But also… longing?

“I love you.” You blurted it out, pushing the words from your lips before you could change your mind.

Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears; you actually said it. Nervousness enveloped your body like fresh steam, causing you to sweat despite the cold temperature.

“You…what?”

To say he was taken aback would be an understatement. It was clearly the last thing he expected you to say.

“I love you, Loki. I have for a while now.”

“Then why —?”

“Because I was heartbroken. Shattered. You’re right, Loki, the light inside me was snuffed out that day. Extinguished in an instant. But not because I was appalled or disgusted at the thought of spending forever with you. On the contrary, I had been dreaming of that very notion for years…”

You saw his eyes widen and his breath hitch before you continued.

“The light went out because I lost the hope that carried me forward; I never got to tell you how I truly felt about you — how much I cared about you…how much I wanted you.”

His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly at hearing you confess your desire for him.

You swallowed your own budding lust and pushed forward. “And so the delicate and, perhaps, foolish hope that we might have something real someday crumbled. Then, when I saw how much you withdrew from me, I… I was sure you had no interest in me. And that broke my heart even further, Loki, to know that you didn’t feel the same way about me and yet, we were trapped together in this marriage. I’ve never felt more alone than I have these past 10 weeks.”

“Darling…” he sighed as he closed the distance between you, reaching out his fingertips to softly caress the side of your face before brushing them under your chin and tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

The small gesture stole your breath away. It was the first physical contact you had with Loki since the wedding, and certainly more intimate than any touches you had ever shared. This wasn’t a public appearance; there was no audience. There was only him. And you. And the hammering of your heart.

“It appears that we have both been foolish.” A smile slowly crept across his lips as he muttered, “a pair of hopeless, lovesick fools.”

By now the smile had wholly taken root and a full grin had bloomed on his face, casting a light there that you hadn’t seen in months.

Oh, how you missed that smile.

“Loki…” you gasped. “Are — are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I love you too, wife.”

You couldn’t think straight. You could barely breathe. You had to be dreaming.

Loki could tell that words were beyond you, so he just continued.

“I’ve adored you for years, Y/N. Admired you in secret like an adolescent with an unattainable crush. Because that’s what you were to me: unattainable.”

“Loki, you’re a prince, a literal god… you’ve had a horde of maidens throwing themselves at you for as long as I’ve known you. If one of us was unattainable, it was you.”

“They were only ever interested in my body, in my array of talents between the sheets.”

A warm flood of arousal washed over you, hearing him talk so casually about his own sexual prowess.

“But you, darling… you saw me. You showed interest in my mind, my ideas, my company. You asked me thoughtful questions and you actually listened when I would answer them. I was so convinced that I didn’t deserve someone like that. Someone like you. And so I kept my feelings hidden.”

“Well…” you began with a shy smirk, “I am interested in your body and your carnal talents too, you know.”

“And I don’t know if there’s anything that could delight me more than learning that about you tonight,” he said with a mischievous smile and lust-darkened eyes that lingered on your lips before darting back to your own hooded gaze.

“Kiss me, Loki, please…” you breathed.

Without hesitation, he leaned down toward you, brushing his lips against your own. Featherlight at first, but soon growing more assured and confident, claiming your lips as his. And you were more than willing to let him stake his claim.

When he finally broke the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you reverently.

“I love you, my darling wife. And as long as my heart is beating, I promise you’ll never be alone; you’ll never feel alone again. Perhaps things in our relationship have occurred… somewhat out of the preferred order, but by some generous twist of the fates, we’ve been thrust into each other’s arms and allowed to spend the rest of our lives with our one true love.”

Your heart swelled as you stared up at him. You felt that light within you reignite, shining brighter than it ever had.

“I love you too, husband. With my whole heart.”

He bent down and claimed your mouth once again, his tongue sliding against your lips, which you happily parted to allow him entry. All of the love and desire that you’d both been harboring all these years was finally unleashed and it was conveyed in the intensity of your kiss, and in the way his hands now began to explore your body. At least, as best as they could, over the coat you were wearing.

Suddenly, you found yourself looking forward to rehearsal.

And to the jól festival.

And to the rest of your life with Loki.

Below is the request I received from @smolvenger - I hope I did it justice, my lovely! Happiest Holidays! 🎄

Secret Santa 2023 Taglist 🏷️ @mochie85 @muddyorbs @holdmytesseract @sailorholly @lady-rose-moon @superficialdomina @cultofcarter @coldnique @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @smolvenger @loz-3 @catsladen @lokisgoodgirl @acidcasualties @divine-knight-hand @quirkiest-turtle @glitchquake @nyxlaufeyson @fandxmslxt69 @holymultiplefandomsbatman

[apolline-lucy]

POV: you’re on a date in a coffee shop in seoul with your favourite fictional queer character. she’s a liar, but one thing that’s true is that she’s obsessed with you.

THE ANATOMY OF DYING

[thelaughingstag]

Hello writing friend! I'm glad you are reading this. Your writing is amazing and I hope you keep going. The world needs your words: an obvious fact.

A lesser known fact: you need your words too. Don't stop <3

[goodluckclove]

I've been meaning to say something. (100 follower hot take)

Hey! Thanks for stopping by. I hope you've had a nice day. Why don't you rest with me for a while? I made some chocolate chip cookies - with shortening instead of butter, so they're very soft and very chocolatey. I made way too many and they aren't my wife's favorite, so I could use some help in eating them.

You're probably a writer, right? Or maybe you think about how you could be. Browse the tags here, or on other social media platforms. Maybe you used to write stories as a kid. I bet those were fun. Teachers might've thought they were impressive, or they dissected them line by line until the words didn't make sense in your head anymore. Either way, if you're here you're probably here for a reason.

(rant alert)

I dipped a toe in online writing communities on and off. My last attempt was forty-five minutes scrolling through the writing hashtag on Youtube Shorts (so TikTok, I guess? I don't know). I didn't like it. I really didn't. The thing that sticks out the strongest in my mind is one particular video where a woman claims that every story needs a second act plot twist.

Huh? Every story? All of them? Why? Since when? Who are you? What qualifications do you have to make a statement like that?

That's the common thread that makes a lot of writing spaces very uncomfortable for me. Successful writers are really only successful in their genre and for the given moment, so they don't have that much objective authority in the craft. And yet I see a lot of people deciding the things that you can't do in writing. Or the things you have to do, and how you have to do them. It was so much of Writeblr at first glance that I almost dipped out once again. I didn't, though, and I'm glad I didn't because now I get to watch some of the next great storytellers from across the world grow and examine and forge their way forward.

No one can teach you how to write. No, that's not true. Teachers teach literacy. Handwriting. Typing maybe - do schools still teach typing? Let me try saying it in a different way - no one, not one single person on this goddamned planet, has the right to tell you how to make a story.

I was supposed to get my MFA in creative writing before my first breakdown. My uncle stayed in the program I was meant to be in, and a few years after I dropped out he graduated. Recently I had the thought to look up his thesis novella, and as I searched I found myself regretting my decision to leave school. If I stayed and got to develop my writing in an actual class, with other writers and a knowledgeable professor, how much further along would I be than where I am right now?

It was bad. His novella was terrible. It was so bad I had a small existential crisis for, like, three days. He spent so much money on years and years of professional education and came out with a truly soulless story that read as if you prompted an AI to write the next Great American Novel. So if you think you need a writing degree to be a legitimate author, it could help connections-wise, but it ultimately won't be the thing that does the work for you.

Not all advice I see online on writing is bad. I find the people who are able to capture the "I" statements of therapy and phrase advice as things that have worked for them, or things that they personally enjoy, to be fine. Some writing advice can spark inspiration.

But if someone is the type of person to boil every story down to troupes and cliches, and then immediately say that every story that uses the trait they don't like is automatically bad for everyone? I'm dropping the kindness for a second - that's trash. That's a trash take and I see far too many writers use it as a reason to stop before they begin.

I don't like whump. I say my reasons in previous posts if you go back through my blog. But you will never hear me say that any story with whump in it is bad, because I don't know that. You might prove me wrong. I am an adult human being and I have the humility to admit that I can like something I didn't expect to. I genuinely enjoy the direction of The Human Centipede (only the first one) and if you cringed just now that probably means you haven't seen it.

There are so many types of books and movies and plays and comics out there. To enjoy a specific genre is fine, to ignore the existence of everything else is a really, really, really odd thing to do. Maybe someone will hate your story because they think everything should be Neil Gaiman, and therefore have no way to understand your epistolary high-Western. You are not the wrong end of that situation just for existing.

And at there is a definite threshold on how many writing tips you can gather before they stop being useful. If you find them interesting, that's one thing. That's fine. But if the culture of creativity online has made you feel like you need to educate yourself on every possible angle before you can write a story, you are actively harming yourself.

Imagine taking the level of structure you put on yourself in that way and putting it on children playing pretend in the backyard. Oh, Susie, don't you know that it's overdone for your Kitsune have dead parents? Xyler, shouldn't you ask someone else before you decide how Spiderman would react to this? It would make no sense and they do not need it. Kids will make a whole world out of nothing and it's the most fucked thing in my heart that at some point they get access to Reddit and dipshits start insisting that's wrong.

They aren't wrong and you aren't either. Your favorite creative influencer can't tell you your story, strangers on the internet can't tell you your story, your teachers and loved ones can't tell you your story. They can influence it, but they can't write it honestly the way you can.

You do that. That's the thing you do.

Man that makes me upset. I can't tell you how to make a story, either. If anyone sends me asks for writing advice the most I'll do is say what I've done before hopping into your DMs and starting a direct conversation. it's so personal to each individual artist, and I'd like to think that the people selling these classes and software and promoting these platforms haven't thought about that before. Otherwise it does feel manipulative. If you have a willingness to practice and imagine and really experiment with the possibilities, you are ready to write your story.

And if it doesn't work? Try again. That's what you do.

Stephen King has written roughly a thousand books and maybe five of them have decent endings. He is unimaginably successful.

I'm rambling now. I think I got that out of my system. I was really worried to say this out of fear of being too weird or somehow reverse-gatekeeping so hard that it circles back into also being a bad thing. I've just spoken to a lot of people who I still think of throughout my day, and I truly ache for them to get past the fear of creation. Because it's worth it. It's worth it and it's fun, even when it's messy and you're tired.

Let it Be just came on. Beatles. I haven't listened to The Beatles in a long time. Feels a little apropos.

I love you, reader. Reader, Writer, Colleague. Take care of yourself. Especially the little you, still sitting there in the backyard of your soul, bathing in the sun with their bare feet in the damp earth.

Consider joining them, maybe.

[tightjeansjavi]

♡ Tight Jeans Javi Author Recs ♡

(in no particular order)

@thetriumphantpanda

@chaotic-mystery

@darkroastjoel

@sinsofsummers

@cavillscurls

@cupofjoel

@morning-star-joy

@dinsdjrn

@joelscruff

@softlyspector

@netherfeildren

@wildemaven

@psychedelic-ink

@fuckyeahdindjarin

@dev1lm4n

@breakfastatjoels

@walkintotheriveranddisappear

@gracieispunk

@lovers-liability

@gnpwdrnwhiskey

@palioom

@beardedjoel

@romanarose

@frannyzooey

@absurdthirst

@wardenparker

@goodwithcheese

@deathwife

@lambsigh

@pedrito-friskito

@proxima-writes

@atinylittlepain

Authors I want to read from next

@bageldaddy

@amanitacowboy

@javierpena-inatacvest

@jupiter-soups

@hellishjoel

@millerscoffee

@mvtthewmurdvck

@gasolinerainbowpuddles

@tieronecrush

@pascalisbaby

@lavendertales

@saradika

@justagalwhowrites

@javiscigarette

@thelightsandtheroses

@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

@toxicanonymity

@bearsbeetsbeskar

Please note I will be frequently adding to this list! There are so many incredibly talented writers on here, and new stories are popping up everyday! We are such a fruitful community, and I am so grateful to be apart of it ♡

[holdmytesseract]

Hi im new to tumblr, i see you write loki fanfics & I've followed you but i was wondering if you could recommend me any more loki fanfiction writers? ❤️

Hello there, kind nonny! *waves at you* 😄

First of all... Welcome to tumblr and thank you very much for following me! 🥰

Of course, I can! There are SO many wonderful peeps out there, who write for Loki! 🤗

I can highly recommend you @lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbsblr @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @lokischambermaid @gigglingtiggerv2 @vbecker10 @smolvenger @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @infinitystoner @multifandom-worlds @lady-rose-moon @chantsdemarins @buttercupcookies-blog @anukulee @jiyascepter @chennqingg @glitchquake @acidcasualties @lokiforever @ladyfluff and SO SO many more! I'm sure I forgot some of my wonderful fellow writers, so...

Check them out, nonny! You'll find smut, fluff, angst and so much more! 🤗

[ellierenae]

I know Tumblr isn't shutting down anytime soon, but since we're all freaked out about the impermanence of our communities, this is probably a good time to share our other socials with each other.

Writeblrs especially, please reply/reblog/tag with where to find you, and I'll follow you there so we don't lose track of each other.

For now, mine are Nanowrimo, Mastodon, Cohost, and Gumroad. I also own the URL my blog is currently on, so you can always bookmark or go straight to ellierenae.com to find me.

I'll be adding people back all night. <3

[ladyveronikawrites]

A Collection of Bad Omens Poly Fics

in no particular order, as always💜

If I missed your fic, I'm soo sorry! feel free to rb or comment and I will add it to the list!

The one that started it all for me and many others

@the-way-of-words - PolyVerse

@deathblacksmoke

euclid verse / noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x reader

call me when you get the chance

we tangle endlessly

two way vision

like lovers entwined

cleanse me with pleasure

@darksigns-exe

To Know You're Mine - Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo x OFC

My Endless Distraction

Remember Where We Started Out

The Sound Of The Waves Collide

Then We Were Three

Sink Your Teeth

@blessedwithabadomen

in love with the mess - Noah Sebastian x female reader x Oli Sykes

Masterlist

@kingdomof-omens

Let Me Take Control: Noah x Ismine x Jolly (Pt.1)

The Best Way to Get Over Someone...: Noah x Ismine x Jolly (Pt.2)

@measuredingold

slow down - noah sebastian x female reader x nicholas ruffilo

to be in love and to be loved - noah x ofc x nicholas

Masterlist

@concreteburialplot

Draped Across - noah x fem!reader x nicholas

(Don't Cry Over) Spilled Wine- nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader x noah sebastian

@nerdraging4point0

Blood of Eden - Jolly Karlsson x ofc x Noah Sebastian

Masterlist

@veronicaphoenix

INTO THE ABYSS OF BAD HABITS - Noah Sebastian x Female Reader x Oli Sykes

ONE 

TWO 

THREE 

My works

Impolite - Bad Omens x female reader

Lost in the Concrete Jungle - Bad Omens x female reader

divider by cafekitsune💞

[miakate-writes]

PLEASE READ 💌

hey loves, i know that no one really reads my posts if they're not prompts but this is rlly important to me <3

as you might now, i have written a book called When The Stars Aligned and i'm trying to get it published but i feel like i need more support on my socials to be able to get it out there...

so help a struggling teen author out and go follow me! and like things and comment on things, repost, reblog, share! idc what you do just do something!

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[lokisgoodgirl]

The nights are getting cold and dark...so what better way to warm the heart (and other things) than with a collection of one-shots.

I'll be creating Winter Warmers additions to this collection and I would LOVE some help to spread the seasonal, serotonin-inducing cheer.

Fluff, Humour & Smut in any combo are welcome. Fics created with this in mind will be added to the collection list, just give Winter Warmers a shout out so I know it's intended and tag me 😊 Please link back to this post, so that others can find it too.

COLLECTION LIST

By the Light of the Fire - @lokisgoodgirl (w/c 1k) - Fluff & Smut Merry Christmas, Baby - @pineappleandro (w/c 1.2k) - Fluff A Walk in the Snow - @lady-rose-moon (w/c 1.3k) - Fluff Snowed In - @simplyholl (w/c 1.2k) - Smut

A Taste of the Bubbly - @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 (1.8k) - Smut Excuses and Opportunities - @muddyorbsblr (w/c 1.5k) - Fluff I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas - @joyful-enchantress (w/c 2k) - Fluff Merry Mischief - @coldnique (w/c 2k) - Fluff Sleigh Ride - @lokisgoodgirl (w/c 1.5k) - Smut & Fluff The Art of Decorating -@fictive-sl0th (w/c 1.6k) - Smut & Fluff

A Winter's Night on Asgard - @lokischambermaid (w/c 900ish) - Fluff Winter Wonders - @holdmytesseract (w/c 2.4k) - Fluff Whiskey Kisses - @gigglingtigger (w/c 2.1k) - Fluff & Smut Pancakes, Poetry and Orgasms @lokisgoodgirl (w/c 2.1k) - Fluff and Smut Last Christmas on Midgard @chantsdemarins (w/c 3k) - Smut A Winter Drabble @lady-rose-moon (w/c 400) - Smut Little Joys @lovelysizzlingbluebird (w/c 3k) - Fluff Snowball Fight @lokischambermaid (w/c 900ish) - Fluff & Light Smut On the Naughty List @joyful-enchantress (w/c 4.3k) - Smut & Fluff The Invisible Woman @gigglingtigger (w/c 2.7k) - Fluff A Christmas Wish @simplyholl (w/c 1.2k) - Smut Aurea Lokialis @fictive-sl0th (w/c 2.5k) -Fluff Just For Us @coldnique (w/c 1.7k) - Fluff Deal with the Devil @holymultiplefandomsbatman (w/c 885) - Smutty Sharing Favourites @wolfmoonmusic (w/c 1.5k) - Fluff All I Want for Christmas @lokisgoodgirl (w/c 1.7k) - Fluff My Raven @ thomase1 (wc 3.5k) - Fluff By the Fireplace @holdmytesseract (w/c 2.7k) - Fluff Feast @simplyholl (w/c 800ish) - Smut Soup @lokischambermaid (w/c 800ish) - Fluff A Winter's Dance @xorpsbane (w/c 1.5k) - Fluff & Humour All Wrapped Up @muddyorbsblr (w/c 6.5k) - Fluff & Smut Devil's Dance @fictive-sl0th (w/c 1.5k) - Fluffy & Smuttish A Clandestine Christmas: Clandestine F*cks @lokisgoodgirl (w/c 2.9k) - Humour & Smut Snowfall @melodylnoelle (w/c 1.1k) - Fluff Yuletide Delights @cake-writes (w/c 2.6k) - Smut Flavors @mochie85 (w/c 1.5k) - Smut

[katiexpunk]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love. ❤️

Thank you for tagging me @endlessthxxghts

Diner Girl | Joel Miller (AU)

The Art of Noticing | Joel Miller (TLOU)

Reporting for Duty | air marshal!Javier Pena (AU)

Little Mouse | biker!Joel Miller (AU)

Sex On Fire | firefighter!Joel Miller (AU)

...also now that I see these listed out, I think it's very apparent that I have a uniform kink lol.

Writing these little slutty stories means so much to me. Every single one of you means so much to me. I really appreciate all of the love you give my little blog. Thank you. Masterlist | AO3 No-pressure moot tags, and some intentional tags of writers with less than five fics because ya'll deserve to promote your work, regardless of your fic count. Ilysm.

@sydneyinacoma @planet-marz1 @theoasisofthings @nervoushottee @goldenhxurs @meetmypointlessaddiction @venturawriter

[apolline-lucy]

hey i did a little redesign of my book cover because i didn’t like the way the blurb was written before… how do you like it now?

check out my book, THE SILVER BIRDS, if you’re into sapphic dark fantasy with witches, monsters, spooky deaths, and a whole cast of grey characters!

[muddyorbsblr]

14 days of valentines masterlist

Here are all of the stories created for this project by all the writers who joined in!

@muddyorbsblr

not a fever – James Conrad x Reader | smut hypotheticals & distractions – Magnus Martinsson x Reader | smut, fluff all the right answers – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | smut, fluff midnight cravings – Loki x Reader | smut paris – Jonathan Pine x Reader | smutty eyes on me, darling – Loki x Reader | smut forgive me, father – Will Ransome x Reader | smut thirty seconds – Loki x Reader | smut keep me safe – James Conrad x Reader | smut, fluff duty of care – Jonathan Pine x Reader | smut, fluff maintain our cover – Older Magnus Martinsson x Reader | smut i have never – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | fluff w/ a side of steam measurements – Will Ransome x Reader | smut relinquish the crown: obsessions & fantasies – Loki x Reader | smut, fluff

@literatureatthebowofnails

the dance – Loki x Reader | fluff the date – Loki x Reader | fluff the dalliance – Loki x Reader | fluff the dream – Loki x Reader | smut the disappearance – Loki x Reader | angst the discernment – Loki x Reader | fluff the disclosure – Loki x Reader | fluff the danish – Loki x Reader | smut, fluff

@joyful-enchantress

love at first bite – Adam x Reader | smut, fluff, angst

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

our mrs loki – Loki x Reader | angst, comfort old mrs loki – Loki x Reader | angst, comfort

@psychospore

read it out loud for me, darling – Loki x Reader | fluff valentine blues – Loki x Reader | fluff, angst

@gigglingtigger

the st valentine's day massacre – Loki x OFC | humor, fluff

@give-me-a-moose

by hook or by crook: silly squabbles – Loki x Reader | angst to fluff

@sarahscribbles

emerald lace – Loki x Reader | smut

@ladycamillewrites

amnesia – Will Ransome x Reader | smut

@coldnique

carrara marble – Loki x Reader | fluff, smut

@cheekyscamp

lay all your love on me – Loki x Reader | smut

@chantsdemarins

high moon: where does heartbreak get stored if not in your quantum drive? – Loki x Reader | slight angst, slight steam find tom – Tom Hiddleston x Reader | slight heat

@lokiprompts

burning words – Loki x Reader | fluff, comfort

[tightjeansjavi]

I would love to show my support for writers in the community that write fic for plus!sized readers! Please send me all/any fics with plus!sized readers with Pedro pascal characters! (Can also be OC’s and plus!sized Pedro boys as well! I’m looking right at u bbg @beefrobeefcal)

I will reblog all the fics that are sent to me, and create a community masterlist so that everyone can read them and link it to my pinned post!

-Gi

[gentle-author]

I've always known I've been self-destructive. The amount of stress I had put myself to deal with has always reached the awesomeness of extremeness. The opportunities I've been given have been taken aback by fear and terror but always grabbed by the hand. I've never let anything or anyone fall apart. Except myself. Whom I own the biggest apology of all. Whom I stare at the mirror with tears in my eyes only to see how much damage I've caused to a soul that has always been there for me. And the pain has always been immaculate in my head. The reason was always known. The result could change but the damage would always be done. Now, I'm trying to help that soul with bandages and hugs but I see that the scars will never be healed anymore. It's a chronic thing. And it's here. And I have to learn how to live with it because right now, no matter what myself has been through, she asks me to love her and I must do. I must love her. For real this time. And I'll love her.

[fanta2y]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I AM PROUD TO PRESENT….

*drumroll*

THE ARCHIVES APPLICATIONS ARE OFFICIALLY OPEN !!

i’ll be reposting the page that will give you ALL the information you need to apply !! please check it out, me and @rrairey worked very hard on this and are supperrrr exciting to share it with you !!

CHECK IT OUT: @archive-network