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green carnation - loki laufeyson

summary: loki doesn’t understand his compulsion to be with you, to protect you, to love you: a compilation of three times loki demonstrates his love for you, and one time you did for him.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: pining, bit of angst for the spice, but fluff!! comforting!loki, idiots in love, instance where tony's a bit of a dick, gn!reader, there's a guy that comes on a bit too friendly, basically a drabble compilation, i think that's it!

estimated reading time: ~13 minutes (sorry!)

Tony’s Party

Tony’s parties never appealed to you. They always seemed to entertain the idea that the Avengers were just celebrities; the room was stuffy with small talk and artificial smiles that had no value to you. You preferred to stay under the radar, keeping as much of your life as private as you could, which often meant that reporters were even more desperate to publish the first ‘scoop’ on you, as it was destined to sell. You had learned early on that these parties were the perfect place for reporters to attend undercover, even after Tony insisted that reporters weren’t invited.

Which is why, leaning against the bar, tonight you were highly suspicious of the man approaching you. He was taller than you, built as if he lived in a gym. Noticing that the top three buttons of his white shirt had been undone, you could tell that he thought he would catch your eye. You decided to entertain the conversation anyway, having been standing alone for long enough to feel slightly awkward while the rest of the team were busy conversing with the rest of the guests. Except Loki, though. He seemed to be as much of a social recluse as you were, and with a slight pang of sadness, you wondered whether it was a choice as he made himself comfortable in a chair near the window. You only had small interactions with him so far, though all were pleasant. He made you smile with his small, considerate gestures, even when you were having a day where you thought you couldn’t. When he looked up from the chair, he met your gaze until you quickly averted it, your heart giving a loud thump at being caught staring.

The man from before leaned into your vision, resting his forearm against the bar, a seductive smirk on his face. You offered a polite smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and greeted him. “Havin’ a good night?” He asked, swirling the ice around in his glass. The small clinks were pleasant to hear, even among the loud murmur of the crowded room. His eyelids looked slightly heavy, as if the alcohol he had was already about to pull him into a sleep. “As good as it can be,” You said, stealing a quick glance around the room. “Yeah, well, I don’t blame you. I couldn’t attend these parties as often as you do, doubt I’ll wake up before noon tomorrow,” He smiled. He was undeniably charming, and you gave a short laugh in agreement with him. “Ah, it’s not too bad, really. The team is great,” You took a sip of your drink, the cool liquid refreshing you. “Nice to hear the Avengers are as close as they’re reported to be.” “Yeah, ‘course. But we’re still just people, you know? We all have our off days.” “Oh... trouble in paradise?” He said, leaning forward a little more. There it was; the shameless digging. You created some space between you and cleared your throat. Time to backpedal. “No, not at all. I meant that- that despite those days, we still know we can rely on each other.” You looked away then, wondering whether he realised that you were bullshitting your way through this.

“Must be nice to get on with everyone. Especially when you have-” You raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to finish his sentence. By now, you evolved the instinct to tell when someone was about to say something untoward about Loki, and every time it happened you politely disagreed and excused yourself from the conversation, as it was probably another way to pry information from you. You were a needle’s width from allowing a defence for Loki spew out of you uncontrollably. But you knew any reporter would leap at the opportunity to villianise you in the media, as the public still seemed wary of Loki’s intentions, with some even protesting him living with the team. 

“Never mind,” He finished his sentence with the right answer, and you relaxed, but not for long: “What do you say we get out of here? Talk somewhere a little quieter?” He winked. You felt dread wash over you, your eyebrows creasing while you put down your glass and shift into a more comfortable position. “Oh, no. I don’t think so,” You shook your head. The sound of glass breaking somewhere across the room followed by a raucous cheer caught his attention, his head snapping to the side. But your eyes didn’t follow the sound; instead, you found them searching for Loki through the crowded room. You found him in the same chair from a few minutes prior, and felt your heart skip a beat when you saw him mouthing something at you. You tilted your head, signalling for him to repeat, and figured out the three words he was saying. Are you okay? You began to shake your head just as the man refocused his attention on you.

“Why not? I thought we were startin’ to have a good time,” He flashed you a smile, but you could tell there was alcohol behind it. You politely shook your head again. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” You thought of an excuse, any excuse. “I’m on call, you see.”  He scoffed, opening his mouth to reply. But instead, it morphed into one of shock as you felt someone’s arm wrap around you, palm planted on the surface of the bar near your waist. You looked up, and your breath hitched in your throat when you saw Loki. Whatever cologne he was wearing was subtle, but surprisingly earthy as it washed through your nose. You’ve stood next to him before, but here, he seemed to have an extra few inches. Here, he looked grand, majestic. Like a God. His gaze weighed heavy on your form.

“Darling,” He said in a chipper tone that was quintessentially Loki, “There you are.” You smiled, tucking yourself a little more into his side, before looking at the nameless man in front of you. His eyebrows had risen, and you almost chuckled at the way he took an uneasy step backwards. “Raincheck?” You asked. He swallowed, nodded, and disappeared into the crowd. “Well, that ought to have sobered him up,” Loki said, retracting his arm from behind you and dusting his hands off. You smiled appreciatively. “Thank you, Loki. I-” He put a finger over your lips, a knowing smile gracing his own features. “Think nothing of it, love. I’ll see you later,” He turns to leave, but you gently grasp his forearm, like a reflex. “Will you stay? With me?” You asked on a whim, catching your lip gently between your teeth as you awaited his response.

The rest of the evening was less lonely with Loki. The more you spoke to him - found where his passions lay, steering clear of topics you weren’t yet ready to discuss with him - the safer you felt, thinking of the potential of your friendship.

Bad Day

It was unclear whether it was the whirlwind of shame in your stomach or the pain littered in your muscles that caused tears to spring to your eyes, as you wrung a small flannel in your hands while you headed to your room.

You knew Tony was joking, that he meant you no harm, but his comments during your workout session today felt excessive. You were already insecure about your place on the team, worried that you hadn’t earned it. Being surrounded daily by a group of the most extraordinary people on earth will do that to a person. And Tony tried to help you punch harder, dodge quicker, lunge further, but with every criticism on your form came more of the crushing realisation that maybe he was right. Maybe it was just a matter of time before your mistake would lead to someone being hurt. Or worse.

You passed the kitchen, breaths coming out in distressed huffs, and you didn’t notice the pair of striking blue eyes that followed your movement with concern. Loki had been organising the tea drawer in neat vertical lines to pass the time when he heard your all too familiar footsteps approaching. He didn’t understand why his heart would beat a little faster at the idea of your presence, or why he felt giddy, like the only thing that mattered was your happiness. But as soon as he saw your stooped posture, and heard a sniffle as you rushed past, alarm bells rang in his mind. Since Tony’s party, you had both grown closer, close enough for Loki to confide in you about his past mistakes, and for you to confess this particular fear to him. His smile faltered, and he immediately set to brewing a cup of tea in your favourite mug before taking the familiar path to your bedroom. He knocked tentatively, calling out your name in a soft voice, a tone reserved only for you. “Can I come in?”

You sniffed from under the covers of your bed. As soon as you entered your room you changed into sweats and climbed into the soft, comforting world of your duvet. The knock at the door startled you until you heard who the knock belonged to. Pushing the covers off of your face you allow him to enter, grateful that he even wanted to spare you a thought. Although, you wanted to hide as soon as you saw him, looking as beautiful as ever in the deep emerald shirt that you said you liked on him. He offered you an uncharacteristically timid smile, and you moved to sit up in your bed. Loki placed the tea gently on your bedside table and sat on the edge of your bed, next to your knees.

“Hi,” You said, looking down, worried that you look like you’re in a complete state. “What’s the matter?” Loki put a comforting hand on your knee, letting you know that he was there, for whatever you needed. You shook your head, retrieving the tea. “It’s nothing, really. But thank you,” You said, referring to both the tea and his concern. But Loki always seemed to know when you were trying to evade the question. “You can trust me,” You caught his eyes, assessing how honest he was. But you knew that Loki of all people wouldn’t pretend to be kind. He was sincere, always. “I... just can’t seem to be good enough. No matter how hard I train, it won’t be enough. Tony said-” “Tony? In case you haven’t noticed, love, Stark possesses as much social finesse as a baby monkey.” You smiled into the mug, not ignoring the way his grip tightened on your knee when you brought Tony up. “You are the most qualified out of anybody here. In fact, I’m willing to bet that you could eviscerate me in a fight,” He said firmly.

“You’re being very kind, Loki. Thank you, but-” “No buts. I don’t lie,” He said your name sternly at the end, trying to persuade you. If only you could see what he does. Your vision went blurry with more tears, and you scrunch your nose at the sight of one falling into your mug. “Oh dear. Are…are these good tears? Or bad tears?” Loki’s hand lifted from your knee for a second, before returning to its place, as if he was doubting his own movement. You used the heel of your hand to wipe the tears away quickly. “Good, I think,” You said, wrapping a hand around his. He wasted no time in adjusting the position of his so as to hold yours properly, tightly. Lovingly. You both shared a smile that would burn the memory of his kindness into your brain for weeks to come. The way his facial features softened, the small lock of hair that had fallen into his face, how he was looking at you.

You didn’t know that in the evening, Loki had threatened Tony with cold showers for a week if he ever spoke to you like that again, but you did notice that Tony had been giving you more compliments recently, and your confidence in yourself was certainly growing.

The Library

Loki had a surprise for you tonight. You couldn’t begin to guess, but when he confidently guided you to the entrance of the library, it was harder for you to contain your anticipation. Loki stood tall, looking proud of himself, before pulling you inside. He had weaved fairy lights around some bookshelves, underneath which sat bean bags and pillows, plush throws that all together probably weighed the same as the bean bags themselves. In front of these sat a picnic basket, a blanket, and a small selection of books stacked meticulously on top of each other. A small radio sat nearby, as if the idea of using it was undecided.

“Oh my God,” You gasped, hand automatically grasping the edge of Loki’s. Just the edge of his palm, your fingers landed clumsily in the centre of it as your eyes widened. “Ta-da!” He said, slightly tentatively, as if he thought you might get angry. But how could you get angry at this? “I thought we could spend the evening here. Together,” He cleared his throat, but maintained an air of confidence. “Loki, this is amazing!’ You immediately rushed to the soft bean bags, enthusiastically motioning for him to join you. His long legs brought him to you in very few strides, and you pulled his bag closer before he could sit down. Now they were touching, you were able to throw a blanket over the laps of both of you. You glanced at the stack of books first, unable to stop yourself. You saw ‘Little Women,’ and ‘Emma,’ amongst a couple of your favourite titles.

There were, however, two books that were written in an unfamiliar script. Picking one up, you gaped at the foiled decorations that bordered it, decorating the spine and the covers in intricate illustrations of birds, flowers, and a castle. You ran your fingers over the fabric of the cover, and thumbed at the gold edges of the paper, completely speechless. As you expected the words inside were unreadable to you, but you had a suspicion as to what it was. “It’s beautiful,” You sighed, catching sight of an illustration of a young woman picking a rose from a rose bush. “It’s Asguardian,” He said proudly. “Fairy tales, fables, whatever you want to call them. It was my mother’s.” You studied his face at that, his longing stare at the book settled in your lap made you handle it even more carefully before handing it to him. The idea of Asguardian fairy tales sounded so magical and wonderful, you wondered whether Asguardians valued the same morals as humans did.

After a little while of you reading your chosen book, and Loki reading the other book written in Asguardian, you closed the cover of yours. You ate the final bite of your sandwich and picked up the fairy tales. Loki looked at you quizzically as you handled the weight, before asking, “Would you read them to me?”

You had never seen Loki’s face light up before, but as soon as you did, you knew that you wanted to keep making it happen forever. The widening of his eyes seemed to unlock a childlike joy that he had been ignoring for who knows how long. He took the book from you carefully and opened to a page as you leaned back. He would translate the prose to ensure you understood it, but when the script was crafted particularly beautifully in Asguardian, he read it out to you so that you could also appreciate the cadence of the passage, and the way the words rolled off of the tongue. You wanted Loki to speak in Asguardian far more often, for it was perhaps one of the most beautiful sounds to ever grace your ears.

Loki’s Bad Day

You learned after lunch one day that there had been an incident by watching Bucky and Natasha converse in low whispers across the room. Every now and then you would catch a word, but as soon as you heard the words ‘Loki’, and ‘dangerous,’ in one sentence, your heart plummeted to the floor. Casually crossing the distance towards them, you clutched your hands behind your back. “Did something happen with Loki?” You asked. They shared a look, hesitating because it was clear that you and Loki had grown closer throughout the last few months. Bucky ran a hand over his mouth and sighed.

“It’s just more protests, doll. They think he’s overstayed his welcome.” “But he hasn’t done anything wrong!” You insisted. "At least, since..." And you knew this was true; all of the free time that you had was spent with him, and you cherished those moments more than anything. He was different now. “We know, doll. Probably thanks to you,” You felt heat creep up the sides of your neck and into your cheeks. “But they’re not listening to Tony when he tells them they can’t stay there.” You sighed. “Where’s Loki now?” Bucky nodded his head in the direction of Loki’s bedroom. You nodded gratefully and left, with every footstep feeling like a thousand yards. You reached his door: black, with ornate emerald green carvings. The gold door knob chilled your hand as you held it and knocked twice.

“Loki? It’s me. Are you in there?” You asked softly. There was no reply. You sighed, leaning your head against the doorframe. “I know you’re probably used to having space when you’re having a bad day, and if you want it then I’ll respect that. But if you need somebody, I’m here and I’m offering. Maybe you think it’s your job to look after me. But it’s not supposed to be like that. It works both ways, and now, if you’ll let me, it’s my turn to look after you. Okay?”

You waited for a few moments. For anything. A grumbled ‘go away,’ or something to that effect. Nothing seemed to happen, and you caught yourself wondering if you had just been talking to the door for the last few minutes. Just as you turned to wait for him somewhere else, though, the knob turned and the door creaked open a few inches. Not seeing Loki on the immediate other side, you assumed that he opened it with magic, and your suspicions were confirmed when you saw him lying on his bed, throwing a ball into the air and catching it with one hand. You closed the door with a gentle click behind you and crawled onto the soft bed, your clothes almost slipping on the silk sheets. You lay next to him and stare at the ceiling.

“You want to talk about it?” You asked. He threw the ball again, silent. You suspected that Loki’s low moods would made him less talkative. More vulnerable, less mischievous - if that was possible. “Okay. But you can trust me.” You looked over at him, noticing his tired eyes and untidy hair. His arm fell, and he turned to look at you, eyes scanning your face.

“They think I’m still a monster,” He said finally, hands interlocked over his chest. You thought about it for a moment. “Maybe. But their opinions aren’t based on the Loki that I know. The media will do anything for clicks, even if it means ignoring the goodness in you so that you can continue being their villain. None of us see you like that anymore, Loki. I certainly don’t,” You said, putting a hand on his forearm and using your thumb to stroke reassuring movements onto it. It was unclear whether Loki totally believed you, but you could tell that he was considering your words and not just dismissing them.

“Can I show you something?” He asked. Intrigued, you sat up, nodding. He mirrored your actions, before opening his palm. Golden sparks flew from it, wrapping around each other a few times in a movement that reminded you of a fish, before a green carnation materialised in it, floating steadily above his skin. Your jaw dropped, but you smiled in the wake of the flower’s beauty. You had seen carnations before, but Loki’s was the most beautiful you had ever seen.

“It’s lovely,” You smiled, admiring his creation. He seemed proud, sitting up a little straighter with a smile on his face. You almost reached out to touch it, but he closed his hand. The carnation disappeared just as quickly. “Thank you.” He said, but you were sure he wasn’t just talking about the compliment. You scooted to the top of the bed and pulled him up with you, manoeuvring his arm around your shoulder so that you could sit closer to him.

“Tony will sort them out, Loki. Don’t let them tell you who you are. They don’t know you like I do,” You said, restraining yourself from monologuing about his gentle touch, his soft eyes, his caring smile. You could list everything that made you feel safe with him, but you worried that it would have been crossing a line.

Little did you know, as Loki drew meaningless patterns on your arm he was thinking the same thing. He just wondered when it would be the best time to tell you.

hello loki enthusiasts! thank you so much for reading and sticking with me for this post! i hope the format of these was pleasant enough to read, ive never compiled drabbles like this before :,) anyway, i really hope you enjoyed! a special thank you goes out to everyone who comments and reblogs, each and every one of your words mean the absolute world, so thank you thank you <3

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Wanted! These 3 fics!

I am on the hunt for 3 wattpad fics that I read way back when and I remember the name of 2 of them but not the third and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direct of the fics or at least tell me what happened to them.

Anyway...

Fic 1.

Its called Immune and it's an h20 delirious story with a zombie apocalypse au I have searched for it high and low with no results so if you have seen this fic or know what happened to it plz lmk

Fic 2.

Its called My Roommate Evan and it's a vanoss gaming x reader story with a college au... Wattpad wouldnt load it and I deleted it and now I cant find it so im assuming it was deleted but dont know for sure???? If you know anything plz once again lmk

Fic 3.

I can't remember the name of this fic but I remember a few details its an Edward Kenway x reader story and the only details I remember is that there is a side character named Soap and at one point he *aheam* basically screwed a cannon while they were cleaning below deck. Oh also Soap dies and it was awful and made me cry. Anywaaaaay I just remember really liking this story and I wish for it back so if it still exists plz LMK

I understand if my taste may seem a lil cringe but IDC I MUST FIND THESE FICS FOR MY OWN SANITY THEY'VE BEEN ON MY MIND FOR OVER 3 YEARS NOW AND GAAAAAH

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader

Part1 / Next 

Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: This is my first Marvel fic and I am taking it as a challenge. It is opposite of what my account was made, but here I go. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count:  3,281

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU 

Y/N- Your name Y/L/N:  Your Last Name

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  Through sleepless nights and dark circles, books and pens, through months of work you reached your goal. The moment you received the acceptance letter from Stark University you almost flew out the window without a fear in your mind. This was it!

  Time had passed since that moment, but it is still engraved in your mind- a memory keeping you strong during the hard midterms and piles of work, even the small glimmers of regret. Trying your best wasn’t an option, you could do only that and no less. It was no easy task, lost social life as much as you tried to keep it. You were really lucky you had good friends that understood and supported you. University wasn’t easy for anyone making this one even tougher. People of all ages, backgrounds and cultures were piled up with you in this building. The best of the best as the slogan said, the ones that proved themselves and emerged victorious.

  When you were young ,you used to spend a lot of time with your uncle at his places outside the country. He would introduce you to his work colleagues and things you had never seen before. There was a time where you would spend months on end with him. Not many memories were left from those moments in your head. At one point you spend a few years with him, your mother thought it would be good experience for you and it turned out to be nothing but the truth-at least you hoped so. You learned a lot from him and his friends, it felt like each spend day would offer you more knowledge in areas you never knew of. Computer work, ways of thinking and so much more that had become second nature to you.

  The sky was tinted in a wash of oranges, reds and yellows bleeding one into the other, swirling around the sun emitting them. The day was ending, but you found yourself filling up an application in the library, covered by the silence and smell of exam worry.

  Sponsored and founded by the one and only Tony Stark, this establishment offered an internship. Being part of the Avengers, Tony didn’t let just anyone from the students attending in, even if they were the best labeled by the school. It had been a year and a half since you started pushing yourself harder to be able to apply and there was nothing that could stop you. Pressing your finger over the enter button was very nerve wrecking yet simple. Even if it didn’t work out this year, you planned to do it again and again ,till he had no other choice but give you a chance.

  Usually F.R.I.D.A.Y. went over everything and left only the applications worth going over by Tony himself or Pepper. The next 5 weeks for you were very stressful, but there was nothing more you could do but wait and focus on your own work. The first person you wanted to tell about this was your uncle. He went to work in some distant place where they had no internet so you switched to mail. Not as much paper under his name passed through your hands, as he had stopped answering you. You missed him, but the muddy childhood memories kind of compensated for that.

“Did you send it in?” the phone muffled a bit the sweet voice coming from the speaker 

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Lightening

Genre: romance, angst, comfort fluff.

Warnings: involves body insecurity and sadness.

Gif above is not mine, all credits go to the original owner. 💙

Your eyes trickled down the reflection that stared back at you, only to discover a new path once you wandered into the territory that was plagued with the blemishes you despised.

Horrendous and putrid they were, climbing across your skin similar to an invasive vine to be hidden and never spoken of.

Your stretch marks were your greatest concern of your body, causing you great shame each time you were met with the sight of them.

Only to be revealed in secret to glare at you, and bring you to your knees to wish their existence away, but such hopes were never answered.

A sharp knock was a quick effort to snatch your attention away from your sorrows, and leaving you scrambling to hide beneath the silken dress.

"My dearest (Y/n), may I enter?" The familiar and loved voice of your partner boomed throughout the halls.

"Come in." Your brittle voice called before you, only to silently watch as he entered your shared quarters.

"My love! I have been looking everywhere for you. Where have you-"

His words that were made joyful by your presence died upon his tongue once he discovered your eyes that were dulled and puffy with tears he had not witnessed.

He wasted no time to seal you both within your privacy and rush before you to take your tear stained cheeks within his large, callous hands.

"My Queen, who has dared to wrong you. Divulge their name and they shall surely meet their end."

Your eyes fell shut as your head shook lightly with his soft grasp.

"It was no one." Your whimpers nearly crushed his heart beneath them, filling him with sorrow.

"It was all my fault," you attempted to breathe through your tears to no avail.

"My love, whatever it is. We will fix it." He assured you, all but landing upon his knees to beg of you to allow his help.

"You can't fix my appearance." You hiccuped, burying your face into his chest.

His brow raised in confusion, there was not one flaw to be found within your features.

"There is nothing wrong with your body-" you cut him off just as soon as he had begun with a hiss.

"Have you not noticed how my body isn't slim or how I'm covered in disgusting lines?"

You cried out, guilt bit at you at how you were focusing your frustrations upon your innocent lover, but it was far too painful to constrict any longer.

You stared up into his icy eyes that were softened towards you, pained at how you could ever say such things about the one he simply adored.

"My love, you are mistaken." His voice that was once light with love dropped into a gravelly murmur as his fingers reached towards your own to hold your hands within his strong grip.

Your eyes flickered between his own with confusion seeping through your every tear.

"What?"

He remained wordless as his knees buckled to place him kneeling before you, his hand wandering across the expanse of your skin where your marks lurked.

"These are not 'disgusting' as you claim them to be," he whispered, tracing the lines you had revealed to him.

His eyes flickered into your own in the dim lighting before returning to the decorated flesh.

"These are powerful markings, and strong as the lightening they mimick." His lips trailed his touch that brushed against your flesh.

"They had chosen you worthy enough to adorn their strength, to draw your power from them."

Your breath hitched lightly as he continued to explore what you claimed to be blemishes.

"They are not ugly, they are worthy of love just as you are."

The tip of his nose followed your flesh as he brought your knuckles to his lips in a gentle kiss.

"Though you do not see it now, I will spend our eternity adoring you and all your features."

Unable to control your movements, you leaned down just enough to meet him with a kiss of gratitude, emotions pouring between your connected lips you could never verbalize.

"I will always love all of you." He breathed between the affectionate gesture, determined to bring you to love what you deemed a flaw just as he had.

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Cloaked Heart

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Summary; Y/N is a celestial being who lost her wings at the Battle of New York and the God who caused this to happen will be in her life whether she likes it or not. With the arrival of this God she will learn her true past and heritage.

Themes; Enemies to lovers, Angst, Romance, Smut in the future chapters.

Pairing; Loki x Female Avenger reader

Warnings; None.

A/N: This will be a mini-series. Enjoy. Sorry for any typos. Let me know what you think 😊

Chapter 1

Y/N had to wake up early because she had a physiotherapy session with Bruce Banner, she was staying at the Avengers Tower because of her condition and she had no complaints because everything she needed was there, Tony Stark was kind enough to gave her a room which was big and luxurious. She quickly got dressed and left her room, she was a social girl so everyone around her would smile and say hi, her skills got her to this position, she was a member of avenger team but lately they let her stay and recover because the Battle of New York took a toll on her.

‘’Morning Bruce!’’ She walked into the lab and smiled, ‘’Morning Y/N, ready for your session today?’’ he wore his white coat and smiled back, she became friends with all of the avengers so they treated her like family. It felt good to be a part of something because all her life she was alone, she was an orphan who grew up in poor conditions but she was a fighter.

Soon Bruce ready the tech he was going to use on her, he put some wires on her back where her used to be beautiful wings came out, yes she was a creature which she knew nothing about and she had wings. Her white wings got damaged by the God of Mischief himself, every time she walked into this lab she remembered that day.

Flashback; She looked around her and all she saw was scared people and dust and those damn aliens. They were fighting for hours now but the situation was not getting better and she thought it was the right time to prove herself. She was new at the team so she got tired of staying at the back like a child. She had clear vision on Loki, he was on top of an alien carrier and she threw bombs at it to fall, the carrier fell to the street, it was an empty space because the police officers evacuated that side. She ran towards Loki who stood still and holding his spear, she couldn’t believe they had to fight Thor’s brother. ‘’Kid don’t do it!’’ she heard Clint say, they had small earpiece which allowed them to inform each other. She pulled it off and crashed it. It was her first mistake, she had her full suit, her guns and blades so she had nothing to fear. She attacked Loki first and he swiftly pushed her away, it made her angry and her wings came out to lift her, for a second she caught Loki admire her wings and she attacked again, however Loki was the God of Mischief and he played dirty. At the end she was struggling on the ground as her wings were burning, she had never experienced such a pain like this one and if it wasn’t for Clint she would be dead. The second she destroyed her earpiece Clint tracked her and found her screaming in pain.

(Flashback ends)

Her session with Bruce looked simple but he asked her to show him her wings, ever since the battle whenever she tried pull out her wings she felt pain and her back starts to bleed, but she did was she was told. She was holding her chair tightly and screaming. As she pulled her wings out the smell of smoke filled the room, even after a year her wings had that smell. ‘’The next time I see him he is dead!’’

That evening members of Avengers had to go to the meeting room because Nick Fury had something to share. They all sat and looked at the man who was about to speak and she knew Nick, he looked displeased. ‘’Thor contacted me recently to tell me that his brother Loki is in jail but-‘’ even the mention of his name made Y/N uncomfortable. ‘’Their father Odin has a new idea. He wants to send Loki on Earth to teach him a lesson and pay his debts.’’ Y/N rolled her eyes, ‘’He is a homicidal maniac and a sadist and I think I can speak for everyone here that we do not want him on Earth!’’

‘’Amen sister.’’ Tony said and sipped his drink, Clint was tense because of the Loki situation and Nat was holding his arm to calm him. Steve as always never said anything let Nick finish. ‘’Odin wants Loki to stay here, in the Avengers Tower-‘’ before he get to finish all the avengers started to yell and speak. ‘’Absolutely not!’’She heard Tony say, ‘’Can I finish?!’’ Nick’s voice was like thunder and made them stop talking, ‘’Loki will stay here and help all of you and teach his skills to improve our system. If he tries to escape he will be send to Asgard. I suggest to try to make him escape. Any questions?’’

All night she stayed awake, she couldn’t sleep because of the bomb Nick Fury dropped, no one liked this new regulation but Nick didn’t even let them vote.

Next day she woke up and went to the meeting room because they were going to talk about missions, at least that’s what she thought, however what she saw surprised her.

Thor and Loki were there, as she walked inside her Y/E/C eyes landed on the God of Mischief, his hands were tied and he had something metal on his mouth, ‘’Hello Lady Y/N, you look beautiful.’’ Thor smiled apologetically, ‘’Cut the bullcrap Thor! You could’ve stopped your dad you know?! I should go to him and give him a piece of my mind!’’ She could feel Loki’s ice blue eyes on her, ‘’Be careful with this one, he plays dirty.’’ Y/N said and stormed off. Loki watched her leave the room, she looked angry and he couldn’t blame her, for some reason she look familiar, her hair and her face… ‘’Let’s get to business.’’ His thoughts were interrupted by Nick Fury, Thor helped him get rid of the handcuffs and and he removed the metal thing on his mouth. The plan was that Loki was going to spend a year with the team and help them, at the end of the year if he helped every one of them he was free to leave. It sounded a good bargain because his plan was to escape and spend his life in a different universe all he needed was time, after he gained their trust he was going to bail on them. He tried to stop his devilish smirk, he was going to have fun with this, or was he?

 Thank you for reading. :)

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Just Smile (George Weasley x Reader)

Requested by @aboutpotter awhile back.... Im just here doing some serious rewriting

Prompts used:

Dont just stand there looking at me

And

You're probably wondering how I got here

Enjoy!

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 If George could describe her in one word he would choose sullen. But in truth, it was just one out of many. Intelligent, conscientious, logical, anxious, beautiful, but sullen always came first. 

 The reason why: he had NEVER seen her smile. He had seen almost everyone at Hogwarts smile at least once. Even Snape. But never her. And he wondered why.  

Curious, he went to someone that would know the answer- (S/n). But all she did was sigh and say that things happen.

 That was the day he decided to make it his personal mission to make (Y/n) smile. But no matter how many pranks he pulled on her, or jokes, dirty or corny, the corners of their mouth never moved. Not even slightly.

 Since (S/n) wouldn’t tell him he decided to ask her directly. But the only response he got was the cold shoulder.

 As she walked away he yelled, “I  SWEAR TO YOU, BY TIME I'M OUT OF THIS HELL HOLE YOU WILL SMILE!”

 What reason did she have to smile in the first place? She could give you a long list of reasons not to smile. How about being a muggleborn in SLYTHERIN while her sister was chillin with the twins in Gryffindor to start you off? Or maybe the disappointed looks from the teachers? How about the constant looks of pure disgust from her fellow Slytherins? And that was just a few off the top of her head.

 George takes his seat at the Gryffindor table across from Fred and (S/n). Groaning, he lays his head down on the table with a ‘thud’.

“What’s wrong with you, George?” (S/n) asked, writing something down with Fred watching her paper intensely.

 He sets his chin on the table so he could look at her. “Your sister. How can someone go that long without smiling?”

“She’s had it rough.”

“So you have said. What exactly do you mean by that?”

 (S/n) sighs and sets down her quill. Neatly, she folds her hands on the table like she was getting ready to spill some dark shit. “She'll give you a lot of reasons. But I think the main reason is because her so called "friends" stabbed her in the back.”

 George was shocked but it was Fred that let it be known. “What! Why?”

“It’s not possible to be friends with a muggleborn and date someone in the same house as you.��� The twins looked confused. (S/n) rolled her eyes. “Her friends ditched her so they could get dates.”

 The twins nodded their head, understanding. 

 Fred and (S/n) went back to eating (and in (S/n)s case- eating and writing) but George just stared at the table, thinking.

 Swiftly, he stood up and started walking off. 

“Where are you going?” (S/n) asked.

“I’ll be right back. I have to go do something.”

 Fred and (S/n) were sure he was leaving the Great Hall, but George had other plans.  

 The hall went silent as he approached the Slytherin table. There wasn’t even any chatter coming from the professors as they watched. George could feel several eyes on him but he could care less.

 (Y/n) looked up from her book to see why the hall had gone silent. Alarmed washed over her when she spotted George approaching her. 

 All attention was on the two of them now.

“What are you doing, Weasley?” she whisper-yelled.

“Weasley? And to think we were friends.” 

 That was enough to get a few people going. Whispers started to be exchanged throughout the Great Hall.

 (Y/n) scoffs, “I don’t need or want friends.” A series of “oooo”s traveled around the hall.

“Fine, but you need your family. Your sister needs you.” He lied.

 That caught the Slytherins attention. She loved her sister more than anything and they knew it. 

“Did she say why?”

 George bit back a smile. He knew he had her now. “She said it was important.”

 Sighing, (Y/n) gathered up their stuff and followed George. 

 The Hall went silent again to the point where you could hear a pen drop. 

 She sat down next to George and looked (S/n) in her confused eyes. “You have something important to tell me?” (Y/n) asked. 

 George suddenly grabbed her arm. She looked at him suspiciously but didn’t question it.

“Um,” she set her cup down and folded her hands. That was her thing- folding her hands before she spoke. Gave her time to think about what she was going to say. “No, but I assume that’s what George told you to get you over here.”

 (Y/n)’s jaw tightened in anger. She tried not to let it show but (S/n) noticed. 

“It is.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/n). Stop being such a grouch,” (S/n) sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, so I’m a grouch now, eh?” (Y/n) retorted, raising her voice slightly.

 (S/n)s face softens. “No. It’s just- I haven’t seen a smile since the incident last year so-”

“So what, (S/n)? Maybe I don't have a reason to smile!” She stands up and slings her bag over her shoulder. With steam coming out of her ears, she leaves.

 George watches her, praying she'll turn around.

 She doesn't.

 A pang of guilt hits George. “Guys, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“This early?” (S/n) asked. She may have been the most clueless person at this table but Fred knew that face anywhere. 

“Yeah, I, uh, actually have a big test tomorrow so I better turn in.”

 (S/n)s eyes went wide. “WE HAVE A TEST TOMORROW??!?!?!? BDJIBUDHIHYSFTDRTDFGH-” 

 Fred motioned to George to leave. He would take care of it.

 What a nerd. But they loved her anyway.

 George stopped to listen to what he was sure was voices around the corner. When he peeked around he saw what he was looking for. He also saw someone that wasn’t supposed to be there. Graham Montague.

“Get the hell off me, Montague!” (Y/n) shouted, trying to shove him away only for him to pin her roughly against the wall(FREEZE PERVERTS CAUSE THIS AINT WHAT YOU THINK).

“So you think it's okay to just shove us out of the way, mudblood? Show some damn respect to those above you. Now, I think it’s best if you apologize for what you did to my friend.”

 Now downright furious the girl makes a split second decision. (Or should I say spit-second decision?) Graham backs off a bit and wipes the spit off his face. Snarling, he backhands her causing her to drop her bag and fall to the ground.

“HEY!” George yelled gaining the attention of Graham and his friends.

 Now what?

“Oh, great, just what we need a Weasle-” 

 Graham stumbled back as George's fist makes contact with his nose. His eyes water profusely as blood start to run down his face.

“Never touch her again,” George growled, daring one of them to try to make a move.

 Graham scoffed and turned his snake like eyes towards (Y/n). His eyes burned into her before he turned on his heel and sauntered off, his friends hot on his heels.

 George turned to (Y/n) to ask if she was alright but before he could ask he noticed the tears welling in her eyes. Alarmed, George walks over and starts inspecting her, only for (Y/n) to push him away. 

“DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?” she scoffs, “no you don’t. You’ve just made my life hell is what you did. What they did just now was considered nice compared to what they’ve done to other people.”

“(Y/n), I was just trying to-”

“Oh, save it! We can’t all be heros, George. Just… just leave.” She turns her head away waiting for him to leave. But he doesn’t. “Well? What are you waiting for? Don’t just stand there looking at me! Leave!” 

 But George doesn’t budge.

“Why are you still here?!”

 George doesn’t know. Why is he still here? Instead of leaving he engulfs her in a hug. (Y/n) struggles but George was stronger and not to mention taller.

“Please don’t fight me.” His voice cracks. (Y/n) pauses.

 Was he seriously about to cry?

“Then let me go.” she hisses. 

 George obeys this time with a sigh. 

 With a sad expression and a broken heart, he watched her walk away.

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“I thought you were calling it a night.” (S/n) says with a confused face. 

 Her face goes to confusion to one of pure spite as George tells them exactly what happened.

“Well, I say we push him back.” Fred spits once George was done with his story.

“I doubt that would make it any better, Freddie.” (S/n) replied.

“Well, obviously, (S/n), that’s why I have a very well thought out plan," Fred announces, an evil grin crawling upon his face.

 Well that didn't take very long.

“Plan?”

“Yep! You see, Georgie and I found something last week. We looked at each other and thought ‘this could come in handy’ and it seems it will.”

 She looked between the twins confused. "Okay?"

 George smiled as he recalled what Fred was talking about. "You in, (S/n)?"

"Me?"

“Yes! You see, we have noticed that Graham Montauge has taken a special liking to you.” Fred states, venomously.

“Huh?”

“He fancies you,” George concluded.

“What? You’re joking right?” She asks, her cheeks heating up.

 The twins grin. 

 She looks between them again. “Ya know what, I don’t even want to know details, just tell me what I need to do.”

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 Angry tears ran down (Y/n)s face as she stares at the wall, thinking about what happened. She couldn’t help but think that if she wouldn’t have left the table then she wouldn’t have ran into Graham and then none of this would have happened. 

 She was so caught up in her thought that she didn’t pay much attention when the other side of her bed dipped down. But she could care less. It was actually a bit comforting to know that at least some imaginary person at least cared.

 “Why can’t he understand that it would be easier for both of us if he just left me alone?” She asked the person as she stared down at her feet.

“Well it’s probably because you don’t even attempt to help him understand.”

 (Y/n) jumps up. She didn’t expect anyone to answer back.

 She turned around to find a tall figure with blazing red hair. And… in the girls dormitory? 

 She couldn’t make out which twin it was through her blurry vision but assumed it was Fred. George wouldn’t even consider sneaking up here after the way she had treated him. Right?

“You’re probably wondering how I got here.”

 She let out a shaky laugh. “Um, a little bit, yes.”

 He stared at her wordlessly. After no response, (Y/n) became slightly worried.

“Fred? You good there?”

 He snaps out of it. “Oh! Yeah!” Wait Fred? Oh! He guessed she can’t see because she was crying. “Uh, George told us about what Graham did so we cracked a plan.”

 She froze. "What did you do?" 

 As far as she knew, she could kiss her sister goodbye and say hello to her new home: her grave.

 George laughed a bit at her alarm before recounting the tale. " Last week George and I found a cabinet that makes things disappear, and ya see, Graham has a thing for that sister of yours. So, naturally, we got her involved. She lured Graham into the closet where we were waiting. Then, we forced him to give up the password to the Slytherin common room, which he wouldn’t do unless we put him in the cabinet. Of course, he wasn’t at all intimidated but then we demonstrated what it did which broke him. We originally promised to not throw him in but things happen and people change their minds.”

 (Y/n) smiles a bit. “Soooooooooo… where is he now?”

 He shrugs. “Who knows. He could be anywhere in the school.”

“That still doesn’t explain how you got up here without anyone seeing or helping you.”

“I guess I have that undeniable Weasley charm.” He winked with a flip of his nonexistant long locks. “Sure, the girls were confused and very angry when I walked in but I buttered them up just enough so they smuggled me up here. So, there you have it.”

 It took a moment for everything processed. “But, to be honest, you’re the last person I expected up here. Why didn’t George or (S/n) come instead?”

 He just stared at her smiling before changing the subject. Ya know, I don’t think George would be very happy seeing you like this.” Which was true, it broke George’s heart to see her like this but he couldn’t tell why. Deep down he knew he always liked her a bit but he always denied and pushed it away. It was like this time he couldn’t. "And I have a feeling you got over the whole incident pretty quickly. So what's got you so upset?"

“Your brother, actually… Swear to me you won’t tell anyone what you hear.”

 George crossed his heart and zipped his lips, throwing away the imaginary key. 

“Alright, don’t tell him I said this but he makes my life a living hell… and I can’t help but love him for it.”

 She lets out another shaky laugh and shakes her head.

 ‘There it was again.’ George thought.

 “Yeah. I fancy him I suppose and he makes it so damn hard no to.” She pauses. “Why am I telling this to you again?”

 He laughs a bit and stands up, towering over her. “I don’t know. However, I do know that you should smile more.”

 Her eyebrows knit together. “Why should I-”

“Because it makes it hard not to fancy you too.”

Her vision was totally clear now and only then did she realize who she had just spilled out her deepest darkest secret to.  

 She stared at him, a lump forming in her throat. What was she even supposed to say? 

"George, I-"

 Before she could finish, he grabs her arm and pulls her down, pecking her lips. It was short, sweet and just enough to leave her in a state of shock.

 He smiled seeing what he had done to her. “I told you I would make you smile, beautiful.” 

 He winked before calmly standing and leaving a shocked (Y/n) to her whirlwind of thoughts.

Originally posted here: @bucketoweasley. Please do not go there it's embarrassing and plus this version is way better ANYWAY thank you for reading and have a lovely day :)

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Recommendation Masterlist

Marvel

Assassin's Creed

Hamilton

Pt 2 to cabinet battles cause tumblr also wont let me put the link to the link of the Masterlist

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if they had a hylian s/o with wings

GAHHHHH! I’M SUPER SORRY I LW DIED! *ahem* i’m doing my best to keep writing as I will be attending my 3rd year of college yEY! cRI 

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enjoy this hc! I’ll be doing more of my rqs as we speak! sorry for the wait everyone!

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The Dragon’s Mark (Zuko x Reader)

-> In which Y/N has no idea that she’s being courted.

Part II : The Dragon’s Bride

Zan (簪) is mainly used to fasten and tie hair up into a bun but it also has decorative and symbolic purposes. Wearing a zan is considered as a symbol of one’s dignity. The more rare the materials, the higher the social status of its wearer. The head of the hairpin is usually decorated with motifs of flowers or lucky animals. Dragon and phoenix motifs are reserved exclusively for the use of royal family.

A new world. One filled with peace, openness, and equality. That’s the reality that she lives in right now and she couldn’t be happier. Y/N was born and bred in Agna Qel’a, the capital of Northern Water Tribe. Although her and the rest of their people lived their lives peacefully in isolation behind high walls of ice that protects them from the ongoing war and making them untouchable to the horrors of destruction that has befallen soo many others including their sister tribe, she always wonders what she would find in the unknown world outside if she has the courage to do so. But all her life, she was forced to go by the ‘ignorance is bliss’ code. Especially since her father is a member of the chief’s Council of Elders.

The people of the Northern Water Tribe are traditionally conservative. Women can’t really hold prominent position of power nor can they participate in activities that is considered more of a man’s job such as fighting, thus why their women waterbenders are only taught to heal but never to defend. Women also become marriageable at the age of 16 and some of those marriages are arranged, with the bride in particular having no say in the matter. That’s the sombering reality of it, and Y/N had enough of these extremely sexist views and patriarchal ways of living.

But the arrival of the Avatar and the siblings from Southern Water Tribe changed it all, they’re like her salvation, a way out of this gilded cage of false sense of security. Too long has their people looked the other way while the rest of the world needs them. When the match between the girl called Katara and Master Pakku occurred, she was in audience. Bewitched by Katara’s strong-mindedness, how she kept on fighting despite having minimum experience against a master bender, still she gave it her all and that’s what matters. That’s when Y/N decided that this is the kind of person that she’ll proudly stand by, and thus why she decided to join the Gaang, thankfully they accepted her and welcomed her into the fold.

That felt like a lifetime ago, and now she serves as her tribe’s diplomatic representative in Fire Lord Zuko’s newly reformed court. Much has changed since the Hundred Year War came to an end, especially regarding the shift in societal’s view of women. Chief Arnook decided that she’s the best person for this job since she’s his best advisor’s daughter plus she’s already a close friend of the Gaang. After all the things that they’ve been through together, seeing eye to eye shouldn’t be that much of a problem right? Y/N is well versed in the customs of her tribe and will without a doubt put her people’s best interest at heart, but she has also seen enough of the world to have a clearer judgement on what is best for everyone. What must be done to heal the world and harmonizing the four nations.

But that is a story for another day.

As for today, Y/N has reached the age of 20, officially a full grown adult. Zuko insisted that a celebration should be in order since she’s one of his closest friends and has been a huge help to him ever since his ascendency. Everytime his hot temper almost got the best of him and ruin whatever agreement was about to form during council, she was there like cool soothing water that pacify his anger away. She has saved his face countless of time, building a fine rap that will define his ruling in history. And for this alone, she deserves all the best that he could offer her, but Y/N being Y/N declined.

“You sure the celebration thing is a no go?” Zuko asked again as he looked her way pointedly, meanwhile Y/N is brushing her hair softly in front of a mirror as it settles around her shoulder in waves.

Y/N let out a content sigh, “I just prefer a slow and easy day, you know? we rarely get to experience those…” She said, sparing him a quick glance. “And the Gaang is coming here anyway, it’s been soo long since we all gather in the same place. That’s more than good enough for me, Fire Lord”

Zuko hums which she took as a sign of agreement but his stare never stray away from her. “Alright if you’re sure, i’m sorry I can’t do anything about today’s council hearing though, it’s your birthday and you shouldn’t be bothered with work but they insist that it can’t be pushed back”

Now it’s her turn to stop concentrating on her hair and look at Zuko through the mirror’s reflection. “It’s fine, Zuko. You don’t have to apologize for anything you know, it’s just one hearing session and we’re done! after that we got the rest of the day to do as we please”

Y/N pointed the end of her hairbrush to him, making him raised an eyebrow, “You need to stop worrying or else you’ll start getting gray hair one of these days”

Zuko scoffed but then let out a rare smile that is reserved for those closest to him only, he let his eyes trail over the lengths of her hair which she’s currently pulling into an updo. A traditional Fire Nation updo nonetheless. Fingers moving expertly as if she has done this her whole life despite the significant difference on hair custom in their respective nations.

“You’re getting really good at that…” Zuko said as he silently gives her an appreciative once-over. “It’s like you’re a natural at this, it took me a long time to got the hang of it. Even Azula can’t do it, she made her handmaidens do all the work for her” His eyes darkening as the memory of his sister briefly flashed through his mind, but he reigned himself right back. Deciding instead to lean his body to one side of the wall, giving himself a better angle of Y/N.

“It’s only fair of me to at least try and learn, I know that hair holds a significant place to your people and disheveled hair is considered as impolite. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” She said as she finished her look with one last twist of hair, making sure it looks perfect.

Zuko is touched by her respond, Y/N owes the Fire Nation nothing, in fact it is them who owes her after all that they had done to the Water Tribes, but still she treats them with utter respect and upholds their value despite being an outsider. She really was made for diplomacy.

“Before we go to the War Room, I have a gift for you” He said as he brought the both of his hands to the front, turns out he was actually holding a box behind him this entire time.

He took a few steps so now he’s standing directly behind her sitting figure, he’s soo close that Y/N can smell the intoxicating scent of his perfume, spicy but earthy. Zuko carefully put the box atop of the desk in front of them and pull the lids open, revealing the content.

Y/N can’t help the gasp that escaped her mouth as her eyes roamed over Zuko’s gift for her. A matching pair of hairpins or as they called it here, a zan. Her eyes took in every detail, starting from the heads of the dragon form with each head being surmounted by a turquoise cabochon, it’s made of gold filigree detail over gilded silver substructures. The manes of the dragons are particularly impressive comprising multiple, overlapping gold wire strands. The pierced, almost honeycomb-like shafts, each of which are of long, tapering form, are of finely worked silver that has been gilded with gold plates.

“Zuko this is….” Y/N is at loss for words, but Zuko is panicking inwardly at the unreadable expression on her face, what with soo many emotions flittering through in short span of time.

“Do you not like it? I could always make another one, I knew I should have asked for your input first but I just want it to be a surprise” Zuko sputtered, words keep on falling out of his mouth in his state of panic, even his voice has turned high pitch.

Y/N resist the urge to laugh out loud at his distress, this is becoming far too entertaining and she’s enjoying it more than she should. Not everyday you get to see the Fire Lord acting this hysterical over something so trivial. It’s adorable, really.

She reaches out slowly so she doesn’t startle him, placing her hand gently on his forearm. This seems to do the trick as he is snapped out of his agitation. “Zuko stop… I love it, I truly do”

His mood did a 180 degree turn as bliss overtook him at the sight of her sincere smile, eyes looking at him fondly. Zuko is mentally doing a celebratory fist pump.

“This is too beautiful, I don’t think I deserve it, it must have cost you a lot”

Zuko frowns at her hesitant tone. “You deserve this more than anyone, Y/N. It’s the least that I could do”

Y/N looks to the side while biting her lips in contemplation. A motion that nearly drove Zuko wild. His not-so-little crush on her is now probably bigger than the size of Sokka’s inflated ego. And that really is huge, people.

When her eyes meets his again, gone was the doubt, now it’s just pure gratefulness. “Well if you insist, then who am I to say no?” She said, completing it with a grin.

Zuko let out a relief sigh and give a huge grin that matches hers. “Now that’s what I like to hear”

“Would you mind giving me a hand? I think it’ll compliment my updo perfectly” Y/N asked, taking Zuko by surprise.

Zuko gulped nervously. “I would love that” He murmured as he’s trying very hard to still his trembling hands.

He reached inside the box and carefully took out one of the hairpin, sliding it into one side of her bun. Y/N enjoys the feeling of his hands on her hair, the soft motion bringing her a sense of peace. After he secured the second hairpin in, Zuko look at her through the mirror, admiring his work.

“It suits you, you look lovely”

Y/N resists the blush that threatens to bloom on her cheeks, opting to tease him instead. “Is this just a compliment or are you trying to flirt with me, Fire Lord Zuko?”

Zuko groans, stammering over his own words. “Oh knock it off! why do you always feel the need to ruin the moment”

“Oh i’m sorry, are we sharing a moment right now? I wasn’t aware” She can’t help but let out a teasing smirk, he’s just too easy to mess with.

“I’m just digging myself a deeper hole, don’t I?”

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Something fishy is definitely going on. Y/N can feel it. Ever since she stepped out of the confines of her bedroom, all eyes were on her. It’s not even a quick stare, she receives a full on stare from every servants and guards that passed by, complete with a small bow or curtsy. Is Zuko playing some sort of prank on her and succesfully got the rest of the palace on board with him too? whatever it is, Y/N intends to find out.

It gets even more bizarre once they reached the War Room. The rest of the advisors and generals stood up as they welcome the Fire Lord’s arrival, that is a customary show of respect of course. But the wide-eyed stares that follow her after was anything but normal. Some of them have an astonished look on their faces, body going stiffer than the looming pillars above. After they have shake themselves out of whatever daze they were in, they gave her a small bow. Now that is definitely odd, why in the name of Tui and La would they ever bow to her? no one ever did. She thought that is something that they consider is below their station. Just wanting to go over things quickly, she gave them all a quick nod back.

Council then is in session, with one of the new general that has been stationed to oversee the Fire Nation Colonies in the Earth Kingdom taking the floor.

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The hearing ended in record time. It only took them about 3 and a half hours compared to the usual duration which could take them all day and well into the early morning hour just to agree on something. Guess there is a first for everything.

As Y/N is busy tidying up the documents and materials that has gone under review earlier, one of the old Fire Nation general approached her.

“Excuse me, My Lady. I would like to congratulate you, may Agni bless you and your union”

Y/N’s face morphed into one of utter confusion, what is this man talking about? is he on something?

She struggles to form a coherent reply, thinking hard on the appropriate response. “Thank you, General. Do you mean to congratulate me for my birthday?” She finally asked.

“Ahh of course, My Lady. And for that too”

Y/N never thought that it’s possible to be this confused, what does ‘and for that too’ means? does it means that that wasn’t what he’s congratulating her for in the first place?

“Ookaay” She said as she drawled out the word. “I’ll be taking my leave now have a good day, General” Which he responded to with a salute and surprise, surprise another bow.

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After she successfully made her escape from the War Room before she has to suffer another absurd confrontation, she made it her life mission to find Zuko and torture the answer out of him. Okay maybe that’s too dramatic, she wouldn’t say torture per se, but yeah you got the point because this is getting ridiculous.

Her quest came to an abrupt stop when a pile of human slammed into her, engulfing her in a massive group hug.

“Happy birthday you beautiful human being” Sokka said while making kissy faces at her to which she can’t help but shudder and scrunch her nose at.

“Yeah Y/N! happy birthday, I can’t believe you are 20 now, you’re officially a part of the old people” Aang said, peering up at her from his awkward position of being mushed between Ty Lee and Katara.

“Uhh thank you… but you guys.. can I have some space now” Y/N said, struggling to maintain her balance.

“Oh yeah sorry about that, Missy. We’re just SOO excited to see you!” Toph said as she abruptly pulled back, accidently knocking the rest of them to the ground with her sheer force.

Y/N grinned widely as she chuckle, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you Toph?” Sokka grumbled from his splayed out position on the floor.

“Ehh guess you’ll never know” Toph said as she stuck her tongue out to him and then give Y/N a wink, to which she reaches out a hand to high five her.

“You guys are the worst” Suki’s voice mumbled out from somewhere underneath the piles of tangled limbs and body.

“Sokka, can you please just get up right now? your butt is right in front of my face, it’s really disturbing” Aang groaned, clearly distressed.

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After the incident they immediately went to the Dining Room because Sokka won’t stop complaining about how he’s on the verge of dying if he’s not fed in the next hour. Suki was so annoyed she nearly knock him out herself with her bare hands.

As the 6 of them sat around the long dining table, the door that leads into the room opened as Zuko comes in with Uncle Iroh in tow.

“Oh now he decided to show his face after pulling a disappearing act” Y/N grumbled mentally, shooting daggers in Zuko’s way.

Zuko head straight for his seat meanwhile Iroh took a turn around the table, greeting everyone, making his way towards Y/N last.

“Happy birthday, dear one” Uncle Iroh said warmly as he put his hands on her shoulder in a comforting manner. This brings a smile on Y/N’s face, Iroh is definitely one of her favorite person, you could never tell he was a former battle harden war general due to his welcoming and gentle nature.

“Thank you very much, Iroh” She replied, looking at him gratefully.

He was just about to head towards his seat when something about her appearance caught his eyes. There it is again, that same shocked look that she has received plenty all day long. Iroh threw a knowing smile her way, making her stare back at him dumbly.

Iroh then leaned down so that his face is align with her ear and said in a low voice, “So my nephew has finally grown a pair and pop the question, huh?” He asked excitedly, well it sounds more like a rhetoric question anyway.

Y/N can feel her eyes widening, Zuko didn’t ask her anything, what is he implying?

She glanced to where Zuko is sitting just to find him already looking her way, he looks uneasy watching the exchange between her and his uncle. Eyes flittering back and forth between their forms.

Before she could get any reply out, Zuko gave a signal to the waiter standing nearby and then the Dining Room door opened for the second time. This time bringing in the presence of several servants who are carrying various plates with all kind of dishes imaginable. To her delight, some of it are even Water Tribes cuisine such as sea prune stew and seaweed noodles to name a few. Y/N can feel her own mouth watering at both the sight and the smell.

Y/N tried to catch Zuko’s eye and when it did flicker to hers, she mouthed a “Thank you” at him. Eyes glimmering with a child-like excitement, ironic since this is supposed to be her first ‘adult’ birthday.

This view certainly makes warmth blossomed in Zuko’s chest. What would he give to make her smile that bright everyday…

Or I guess the more appropriate sentiment is what WOULDN’t he give…. he is certain that when it comes to her, Zuko has no limit at all.

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“Man, I feel so full i’m almost nauseous” Sokka moaned, holding his bloated stomach. Mouth making several vomiting motions although thankfully nothing comes out. Yep, he certainly doesn’t look well.

Katara made a sheesh noise at Sokka’s terrible table manner, “If you keep on doing that, you’re gonna make the rest of us nauseous too, idiot”

“I think it’s best to retire to our rooms then…” Uncle Iroh said, “-before something unsightly happens” He added as he too can’t help himself from avoiding looking Sokka’s way.

The rest voiced their agreement and they all stood one by one. Mumbles of good night’s and see you tomorrow’s can be heard around the room as everyone make themselves scarce.

Before exiting, Ty Lee, ever the sweet person, approached Y/N to give her one last hug for the night.

As she pulled away from the hug, she let out a happy gasp and flails her arms wildly, not able to contain her elation.

“WHAT IS THAT?!?! why didn’t you say anything earlier! how silly of me not to notice it at all!!!” She started talking animatedly without pause, leaving Y/N in another state of bewilderment.

“Ty Lee, what are you referring to?” Y/N tried to ask her.

“Don’t play coy with me now, young lady!” Ty Lee shoot back at her, putting her hands on both of her hips.

Suddenly, Zuko swoop in to the rescue. Putting himself between Y/N and Ty Lee, almost as if he’s trying to shield her away.

“I think that’s enough excitement for one night, Ty Lee” He started saying before he put one hand on her back and guiding her out the door as Ty Lee continues to protest against him, clearly still have a lot more to say.

“Oh I see what you’re trying to do, Zuko. Have fun you two!!! don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” Was the last thing Ty Lee managed to shout out before the door was closed in front of her face.

Well that certainly leaves a lot of wiggle room, Spirits knows that Ty Lee is always up for anything. And by anything, I really do mean absolutely anything.

As the both of them are the only ones remain in the room, Zuko turns his full attention to her.

“Would you take a walk with me to the garden? it’s a full moon tonight, no doubt the view will be enchanting” He said in a hopeful tone.

Y/N gives him a small smile as she just looped their arms together for an answer. Then they walk side by side in a comfortable silence.

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True to his words, as the garden came into view, Y/N can feel the sight took her breath away. The moonlight shone softly against the grass, its light reflecting like glimmering crystals in the turtle duck pond. She can certainly see why this is Zuko’s go-to place, his very own safe haven inside the palace.

He guided her to a spot beneath a big tree, right beside the pond where they both took a seat beside each other.

“Mind explaining to me what is going on?” Y/N asked as she trace circles on the palm of Zuko’s hand, a gesture that relaxes him completely.

He cleared his throat, clearly trying to pick his words carefully.

“You know how each nation has different customs right? especially regarding relationships”

Y/N cocks her head to the side so she could look at him better, then she hums to let him know that she’s following his train of thought.

“And by relationship, I specifically mean courting rituals” He continued. “Like in your tribe for example, the man has to make a hand-crafted choker that serves as a betrothal necklace to show how serious he is, right?”

“Yeah… that’s correct” She answers, now her undivided focus is on him as she’s trying to decipher where he is going with this conversation.

“In Fire Nation, gifting zan has the same meaning as choker is to the Water Tribe….” As he said this, his voice turns soft, almost lowering into a whisper as he scans her face for reaction.

Y/N is quiet for a while, the realization of the meaning sinks deep into her, but she tries to keep her face as neutral as possible although inside she’s over the moon.

“Ahh so that explains why i’ve been receiving weird looks all day”

“Y-yeah… wearing that dragon zan is just the same as screaming to the entirety of Fire Nation that you belong to me” Zuko said sheepishly, clearly embarrassed. “Not that I mean to offend by objectifying you, of course”

Frankly speaking Zuko is feeling very frustrated because the girl he has been pining over for the longest time is showing him no emotion at all, it’s nerve-wrecking.

“I’m sorry… I clearly don’t know what I was thinking” He said defeatedly. “You’re free to just leave it in the box and never wear it again now that you know what it signifies”

“And why would I do that?” Her reply got Zuko turning his head back up to face her so fast he nearly broke his own neck. “B-b-but” He stammered, but Y/N quickly shush him by putting her finger in front of his mouth.

“Now that I know… I think I may even want to wear it to sleep every night, perhaps I should never remove it at all, don’t you think?

To say that Zuko is shocked is not big enough of a word to describe what he is currently feeling. Did she just actually accepted his courting proposal?!

“Do you really mean that? and you’re not mad at all?” He asked timidly, eyes searching hers, finding nothing but genuineness.

“Why would I be mad?” Y/N said, as she put one of her hand on his chest, rubbing it softly from side to side. Trying to calm down his jumpy heartbeat but it seems like she only succeded in making it beat even faster.

“So does that mean that you like me back?”

“Yes, Zuko. It means that I like you a lot” She said, erasing his worries away.

He cups her cheek gently, to which she can’t help but close her eyes, sighing in contentment. She leans even further into his touch, loving the feeling completely.

Zuko leaned down to whisper directly into her ear, the feeling of his breath against her skin sending goosebumps all over her body as she could feel her own breath hitch. “May I kiss you?”

“Well you might as well do since we got a lifetime of kissing ahead of us” Y/N said teasingly to which Zuko can’t help but chuckle deeply.

And so he did. He look straight into her eyes, moving his hand to cup her chin instead and slowly leaned in, savoring the euphoric feeling. She can’t help the breathy moan that escaped her lips, Spirits, it’s like he’s drinking her in.

He pulled away for a second to say, “Careful there, i’m never letting you go now”

She just grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in again “Never said I want you to” and Zuko can’t help but smile into the kiss.

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A loud crash from above interrupted their heartfelt moonlight tryst as they pulled away, startled from the sudden noise.

Zuko and Y/N squinted their eyes upwards, trying to point out the source when they see one of the bedroom’s window pane that overlook the garden is opened with 6 faces peeking out, clearly have not yet realized that whatever sleuthing they were up to has failed.

“Stop stepping on my toes, Sokka” Toph half-shout angrily, followed by a smacking noise and Sokka yell of pain.

“You’re one to talk huh, Toph? you are literally sitting on my lap right now” Suki voice raised above the commotion around her.

“Guys, would you please stop talking, they’re gonna notice if you keep this up” Aang pleaded.

“Clearly too late for you to worry about that” Zuko said from beside her, making the six of them stop and look down. Giving the Fire Lord and the future Fire Lady a guilty smile.

“Nice view from up there?” Y/N said, not wanting to miss out on all the fun. She and Zuko shares a look, one of pure mischief.

The peace didn’t last long for all six of them began fighting again about whose fault was it that they got caught. Meanwhile Y/N just shakes her head at another one of their shenanigans.

Then she laid her head against Zuko’s chest again, craving to be as close as possible to his warmth. Letting his scent engulfs her every senses. How she loves her very own human heating pad.

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A/N : Thank you so much for reading my fourth Zuko fic!!! I hope you all enjoy it because I certainly did🥰

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Purple Strawberries | Zuko x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Three times Zuko says Y/N isn’t his girlfriend, and one time he doesn’t.

REQUEST (by @elia-the-bibliophile​): “hi there! can I request a Zuko x reader fluff where the best of them are the best of friends and they were just strolling around the fire nation capital market, but someone complimented them on what a handsome couple they make, and then another people ask “Is that your girlfriend? bla bla bla” and so on? thank you!”

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

WARNINGS: I was doing well on not cursing but then I failed. the editing is sloppy at best. there’s a lot of mutual pining. a bit of angst, not much. and jealous!zuko (we stan).

OBSERVATIONS: uhhh you’re gonna see that I really,,, changed the concept lmao!! i hope you don’t mind!! it’s just, i saw the opportunity of making this differently and i took it!! and i actually really like it!! so i hope you like it too!!

anyway, thank you for reading and i hope you like it!! and remember feedback is always appreciated!! here we go

“Zuko, look! They have purple strawberries! That’s crazy!”

The firebender smiled fondly at his best friend while she fussed over the curious berries, babbling with a nice merchant about the science of hybrid produce or something like that. It had been her idea to visit the capital market of the Fire Nation, arguing that the soon-to-be Fire Lord could take a break from his coronation worries and just spend time as a regular person for once. Zuko had a billion things to do and couldn’t waste a second on trivial matters like taking a walk through the market or talking about purple strawberries, yet—

He could never say no to her, regardless of how much it was needed.

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WHERE ARE THE OTHER PARTS CAUSE THIS LOOKS WONDERFUL ALREADY

If The World Was Ending: Prologue

It happened when he least expect it. The reaffirmation that his soulmate was finally ready for a relationship that he was ready for in 4th year.

He had wait 2 years to see his soulmate's initials light up, to have confirmation that his soulmate was as ready for him as he was for them. Only, it was now happening at the worst possible time.

His father was in Azkaban for the events that happened at the ministry of magic, and the pressure was thrust onto Draco's shoulders. It was no longer his father's burden, but Draco's.

He had to carry the mantle and he was terrified. He was frightened of dying, frightened that his mother might die.

Or you.

Merlin, he wanted to protect you from everything he could. He had been in love with you for two years, despite his father hating your family.

Draco Malfoy had been in love with you, Ron's twin sisters for 4 years. It had happened quickly but it was lasting, strengthened by the initials on his wrist that marked you as his.

He was yours and you were his.

He shouldn’t have loved you. He should’ve hated you. He should’ve loathed you beyond all reason, but he couldn't.

Damn him, he couldn't. Whatever twist of fate brought you together as soulmates, had also softened his heart. That twist of fate had made him so incredibly weak to your every charm.

You were beautiful, so incredibly beautiful and Draco was entirely too weak for you. He would do anything to keep you safe from the hell that was about to be unleashed, even if that meant crossing a line he couldn't come back from.

He would do anything for you, anything to protect you. That was his curse.

♡♡ ♡♡

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Thanks for answering my ask so quick! Maybe I could get some fluffy headcanon for Felix and MC who likes nature so they go on a date in the forest next to a field of flowers? It's okay if you don't but thanks anyways!

I’m so sorry this took so long!! This request made me so soft though! I’m a sucker for flowers and nature!

-You make no attempts at hiding your love of nature. Once you had calmed down from the whole “Oh crap I’m stuck in another world” thing, you took notice of the glorious wildlife around you. To relax and take a break from your magical studies, you often took walks. You were immediately fascinated by the new species you were exposed to.

-Felix wasn’t too invested in nature. Of course he respected its power and even feared it a tiny bit. However, he was well versed in the magical properties of all the plants and animals in the area. That is part of how you two became so close in the first place.

-You had eventually convinced him to teach you as much as he could. Really you just wanted to start a garden because you wanted to attract more creatures and overall study more. However, due to the fact that they would technically advance your knowledge of magic, he conceded.

-He had never seen someone so passionate about nature. Or passionate in general. You were so curious, asked so many questions. He was impressed at what a good student you were. He often found himself just as entranced as you when explaining everything, as if he were seeing it all for the first time through your eyes.

-Although your curiosity was indeed endearing, at times it proved to be rather troublesome. You had made a habit of pulling him from his own work to help you out. Well...he liked to believe it was work but really he was just sulking and overthinking things. In actuality, you were a pleasant distraction for him. He would sooner die than to admit that freely though.

-Honestly...your dynamic is something straight out of a story book or a legend. A necromancer and a healer. You taught him how to appreciate the world around him more, how to appreciate life.

-He was actually the one to suggest the date. He baited you with “We need to work on that teleportation spell I taught you. Who knows when you’ll need it, so we must be prepared.” While this isn’t exactly untrue (he often takes any opportunity he has to teach you more about magic), he has a better motive than education today.

-He gives you the coordinates for the portal. (You two have been working on exact portals lately, honing in on specific locations). You thought it was random, just some random numbers he had chosen like he usually does. However, when you step (fall) through the portal...you’re met with the sight of a blanket and a picnic basket along with a lovely field of flowers to really set the mood.

-The picnic goes well. You had recounted tales of the picnics you’ve had back on Earth to him many times. You had mentioned all of your favorite foods as well. He didn’t really know what some of them were, but he tried his best to prepare everything you described...yes you heard that right, Felix actually went out of his way to do something.

-The floral scents flooding your senses, the sounds of the woods surround you, the wonderful food...it all paved the way for a wonderful date. But what perfected it was Felix himself. It was always lovely, seeing him like this. He was so free, even goofy at times. You suspected that when he was around the other Starsworn or even memories of past Starsworn, he felt like he needed to act ‘appropriately’. Whatever that means. However whenever he was away with you, he felt free to act however he pleased. And most of the time that meant plenty of banter and jokes.

-After a lovely lunch, you convinced him to lay down and look at the clouds with you. He argued that it was pointless, that the clouds are shaped by the winds, that it meant nothing. You said ‘That’s the fun of it though!” Although he complained...he still relented. You spent a good half an hour or so just looking at the clouds and pointing out funny shapes while you digested.

-Another little thing in your and Felix’s relationship is how you always make him do stuff. Ordinarily, the boy can be incredibly lazy. You’re his motivation to actually get off his butt and do things. Of course, he still takes naps, and he even gets you to partake in them with him, but overall he’s been a bit more active since being with you.

-Thus, it was no surprise when you made him take a little stroll with you. You wanted to see the flowers, quiz yourself on their names and properties as well. You strolled through the meadow arm in arm, idly chatting. It was a wonderful day, not too hot and certainly not too cold. Felix has a habit of getting hot quicker than anyone, probably because of all the black he wears and the fact that he refuses to take any of it off.

-He lets you wear his coat, even if you don’t need it. You love wearing it, you say it makes you feel like you’re wearing a cape. Though he has offered to actually get you a cape on numerous occasions, you always say that his coat is way better.

-A Little ways into the stroll, he starts pointing to flowers, quizzing you. That doesn’t surprise you, you know he likes to give you pop quizzes. (If Felix ever became a teacher, you pity his future students.) what surprises you is the fact that he starts to pluck a single flower from every species you name. He starts to weave them into a flower crown. He tells you that you’re to be crowned ruler of the meadow at the end of the stroll, and a ruler needs a symbol of their power.

-You accept the role humbly, wearing the crown with grace. He explains that his sister taught him how to make flower crowns when they were younger.

-You stay in the meadow until sunset. He lets you make a portal back. Once you have, he takes your hand, as he has always done since the first time you traveled by portal, and leads you through.

-That Night, when everything is Said and done, when everyone is tucked into bed that night...he whispers something that you will never forget. “Goodnight, my darling flower.” From that day on he would always call you his flower.

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You Are My Light - Star Wars

“Will you do a part two to control your feelings?”

“Could you do a “Control your feelings” part 2? It was so good!!!”

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO CONTROL YOUR FEELINGS WHICH YOU CAN READ HERE

Obi-Wan stared through the glass at the two babies as they slept. Luke and Leia. He folded his arms and sighed, his mind overrun with a storm of emotion. He shut his eyes and attempted to calm the storm, to focus his mind. He stood in his silent meditation when a voice broke the silence.

“Sleep you need, Obi-Wan.” A small green figure said, hobbling into the hallway. Obi-Wan opened his eyes, but did not turn. It had already been decided to split the babies up. Obi-Wan himself would take Luke to his family on Tatooine when the babies were medically able to travel. Until then…he didn’t know what to do. He had lost everything. The Jedi were all but gone. Anakin was gone. He struggled to shake both the images of the dead Jedi in the temple and the fight on Mustafar from his mind.

“I don’t believe I will find relief in sleep.”

Yoda walked closer.

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You Are My Light - Star Wars

“Will you do a part two to control your feelings?”

“Could you do a “Control your feelings” part 2? It was so good!!!”

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO CONTROL YOUR FEELINGS WHICH YOU CAN READ HERE

Obi-Wan stared through the glass at the two babies as they slept. Luke and Leia. He folded his arms and sighed, his mind overrun with a storm of emotion. He shut his eyes and attempted to calm the storm, to focus his mind. He stood in his silent meditation when a voice broke the silence.

“Sleep you need, Obi-Wan.” A small green figure said, hobbling into the hallway. Obi-Wan opened his eyes, but did not turn. It had already been decided to split the babies up. Obi-Wan himself would take Luke to his family on Tatooine when the babies were medically able to travel. Until then…he didn’t know what to do. He had lost everything. The Jedi were all but gone. Anakin was gone. He struggled to shake both the images of the dead Jedi in the temple and the fight on Mustafar from his mind.

“I don’t believe I will find relief in sleep.”

Yoda walked closer.

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Control Your Feelings - Star Wars

“Could you do an Obi Wan imagine where the reader gets in trouble for thinking about him romantically?”

You were sitting cross-legged on a stool, staring across the grassy courtyard at Obi-Wan Kenobi as he instructed a group of younglings in their beginning saber lessons. Obi-Wan’s master, Qui-Gon Jinn, walked amongst the younglings, adjusting their stances or offering little bits of advice. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you enjoyed watching Obi-Wan move as he demonstrated various arm movements. You enjoyed it quite a bit.

You mindlessly bit your lower lip and slumped as you continued to stare, completely lost to reality.

“Y/N…..” A voice said in front of you. You seemed to not hear.

“Y/N!” The voice called louder and you snapped your head forward and sat up straight.

“Ye…Yes Master Windu?” You stammered to the man sitting in front of you. He too was sitting cross legged on a stool, hands on his knees, and eyes fixed on you with slight exasperation.

“I said that is NOT meditation.” He said bluntly before standing, motioning you to stand as well.

“I’m sorry Master.” You stood slowly.

Mace Windu began walking toward the temple doors as you stole one last glance across the courtyard. Obi-Wan caught your gaze and smiled at you before returning to his instruction. You held back a grin and felt your skin grow warm as you stepped in beside your Master.

“Your mind is focused Y/N, but not on what it should be focused on.” He stepped through the doors and began down a long hallway.

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That was wild from start to finish! Well done 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Hello!! I'd love love LOVE if I could get a bit of a longer fic of Loki x Female Reader. The reader is a member of the Avengers and she has it BAD for Loki. They are very close but she does not think he would ever return those feelings. She is sent on a stealth mission but it goes wrong. She ends up in a sex trafficking hustle and she is a virgin. Loki notices she doesn't come back and gets worried and he rescues her before anything bad happens.

Hi! This is a fantastic prompt, and I hope I’ve done it justice!

This was a little out of my comfort zone simply because I’ve never written much action before, but I’m pretty damn happy with the result!

Word count: 4263

Warnings: Strong language, talk of sex trafficking, talk of r*pe. Nothing sexually explicit.

You sip slowly at your coffee, letting the feeling of the hot liquid oozing down your throat ease your hunched up body. 

Last night you had drunk a few too many glasses of wine, and few too little glasses of water. You trace the lines of the polished oak wood table before you, really wishing you could go back to bed. Leaning back in your chair, you take another sip as Fury's voice carries around the room.

"..simple enough for soldiers such as yourselves.." You tune him out again, the other six members of your stealth squad rigid in their seats, eyes studying the director carefully, listening silently to every word he says. 

Your eyes come into focus again as a familiar silhouette appears on the other side of the glass wall. Loki walks past nonchalantly, hands stuffed into his dark wash jeans, green t-shirt clinging deliciously to his chiseled torso. It really is unfair how gorgeous he is. You watch as he goes up to the coffee machine and presses the button for a latte. Snorting into your cup, you push your thoughts out to him. 

~Tosser ~

You know full well that he's only come down to the briefing floor to wind you up, with a perfectly good coffee machine on your own floor. 

~ Oh absolutely, my dear ~

The silken sound of Loki's voice whispers lowly in your ear, unheard by others in the room. You watch as his large hand reaches out to wrap around the paper cup.

~ Good luck, today ~

You scowl at him as he turns around and winks at you before striding away.

~ Piss off ~ 

A small smile plays at his lips just before he leaves your line of vision. He was the prick who had suggested a movie marathon last night, helped you demolish half of the wine fridge and now got to stay at the Tower all day, doing fuck all. It really wasn't fair. Maybe when you got back you could have a little revenge, cover his bedroom ceiling in pictures of Thor or something, maybe hide some photos in his drawers and pillow cases. Something he couldn't quickly magic away. 

You smirk. That might just work.

"Agent!" Fury's voice carries around the room and you flick your eyes over to him. He smiles sardonically. "Nice of you to join us."

"You're welcome." You smile back sweetly and his jaw twitches. "Don't worry, Director. I've already read the brief, and you said it yourself, the mission should be easy enough." The lie flows easily from your lips. 

"Jesus fuck, you're as bad as Stark with that mouth of yours. It's not appreciated, Agent."

"It's part of why you keep me around."

"Uh-huh." He grunts and drops the file he was holding onto the table. "Briefing concluded. You're all to be on the jet in 30 minutes."

The soldiers around you all stand up and you clear out with them. You need a filthy helping of grease, and have just enough time to leg it to the burger van a couple blocks away.

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You throw the dirty napkins in the bin and wash your hands, running over the brief in your mind. The hard drive you're being sent to retrieve is in the basement of an abandoned gym in one of the poorer neighbourhoods of Atlantic City. A maximum of ten men are expected to be there, all of them with weapons, no more than six of them with military training. The hard drive contains sensitive information which the leader had won in a bet, and was now trying to sell to the highest bidder. Two of your team will take the upper level, another two on the ground floor, and the last two with you in the basement. 

The most stressful thing will be dealing with Williamson's singing on the way back, an awful celebratory habit of his. Thank god he's a good soldier, otherwise you might strap him with a parachute and kick him off the jet. 

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“Everyone off. The entry point is three blocks west.” You motion everyone off the jet with your hands before following them as you all jog through the desolate neighbourhood. You all flatten your backs against the wall of the next door building, and you creep forwards to peer ahead. A lone man stands outside the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he looks around. Although dressed casually, you can see the handgun tucked into his waistband. You slide the silencer onto your gun and take aim.

His body falls to the ground with a soft thud and you wave to the others to follow. Williamson moves in front of you to kick the door down and you aim over his left shoulder as the two of you take down the men inside before they can shout out. Peters and Edwards push forward into the building ahead of you, and the other four follow you to the staircase on your right. Williamson and Smith take the stairs up and you wave Johnson and Willows down with you. 

As you descend, the throbbing in your head returns and you rub your forehead, willing it to go away. The door in front of you is slightly ajar and you hold your hand up to stop the others as you listen closely.

“...the new lot are waiting by the docks, should be leaving in an hour or so.” A gruff voice says.

A high pitched laugh rings out. “Any of them any good?” 

“As if you could afford one, Anderson.” A third man snickers. 

Perfect, they’re not expecting you. You nod to the other two before pushing the door open. The men are sitting around a table, and you shoot one in the chest before the other two have even stood up. Johnson ducks as the smaller guy shoots, and you land a bullet in his throat before he can turn to you. 

The rest of the room is empty, with a door on the left and right. “Johnson, Willows. You take the right, I’ll take the left.” You whisper and they nod.

You press your ear to the door on the left. It’s mostly silent, except for the clacking of computer keys. Only one guy it seems. You kick the door open, gun raised at the man behind the computer.

Time seems to slow as your finger rests on the trigger, a flicker of surprise gracing your features at the young man in front of you; spotty skin, a star trek t-shirt stained with ketchup and a poor attempt at what is probably his first mustache.

You shouldn’t hesitate, you never have before. Maybe it’s the headache, maybe it’s something else, but either way - you know you’ve fucked up as a large figure looms in your peripheral vision to your right. You barely leap out of the way before the giant of a man’s fist punches through the air where your head was. You spin to face him, back to the young guy as you shoot straight through the big guy’s head. Turning quickly back around, you lift your gun again, expecting to see the younger guy’s face.

Instead, you see the fist of a man double your size, right before it lands on your face. You fly back against the wall, gun falling from your grip. Your head spins and vision blurs as you try to lift yourself to your feet. 

“Not so fast, pretty girl.” The brute’s giant hand wraps around your throat as shouts sound out around you. He drags you by your throat as you kick out, scratching at his fist, towards an open door at the back of the room. He drags you past several men as Johnson and Willows burst into the room, shooting at them. They disappear from sight as you’re dragged through the door into a dim hallway. You gasp for air, your vision growing dark as the blood is restricted to your head. Just as you black out, you feel yourself being hauled over the brute’s shoulder.

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When you wake, your head is pounding and everything hurts. You’re cold, and everything is so bright. You squint around the room, taking in the concrete walls, the concrete floor, the fluorescent lights. Opposite you is a window of one way glass, and just in front of it, a camera on a tripod, the flashing red light indicating that it is recording. You look yourself over and realise with a jarring shiver that you’ve been stripped and given a simple white dress, your legs and shoulders exposed. As you do this a rattle sounds next to you and you gasp, clutching at your neck and feeling the metal collar wrapped around it. The back of it has a chain attached, and when you stand on shaky legs, you realise the chain is attached to the middle of the wall. You don’t bother to pull at it, knowing full well that it won’t budge.

The chain allows you to move about six feet away from the wall, but no further, definitely not close enough to kick at the tripod or touch the glass. The girl in the mirror looks awful, dark circles under her eyes and bruises around her neck, skin grey in the light. You grind your teeth, more angry than scared. Ten men! What a load of bullshit! They had at least fifteen in the building, and if Fury could get his fucking facts straight, you would’ve been more prepared!

You stop your gnashing as the door to the left of the camera clangs, the sound of several bolts being opened, before it swings open to reveal two men. The first, a tall, balding man in a suit, smiles at you coldly. The second is dressed in all black, clutching a rifle.

They stop next to the camera as the door slams shut behind them, echoing around the chamber. 

“Do you know why you are here?” The first man drawls, his voice like a serpents. 

You smirk at him. “You’re gonna torture me for information. Good luck with that by the way, I’ve been trained by the best. You won’t hear a peep from me.”

He snickers, covering his mouth with his hand and you try not to show your unease. “I have no use for your information, sweetheart.” He stares over at you like he can see through your dress. “No, your mind is not what I value. Your body will fetch a much higher price.”

You clench your jaw at his words, trying not to let the fear creep into you. 

He steps forwards, arms behind his back as he looks you up and down. “There are many out there who would love to have one of SHIELD’s operatives in their hands. It’s a much more personal way to… take out their grievances.”

You fight the urge to step back, away from him; and instead raise your chin at him, not looking away. 

He chuckles. “Look at that, such bravery. I do wonder how long that will hold out.” He turns away, walking back towards the wall before leaning nonchalantly against it. “I saw you, you know, when they brought you here. So beautiful, so vulnerable.” He licks his lips. “Such a lovely body too, what a shame we can’t hear how nicely you beg.” Your hands twitch by your sides, itching to cover yourself. “Tell me, are you a virgin?”

You still, not allowing yourself to do anything that will give away an answer, but that seems to be answer enough. He claps his hands in joy, pushing himself off the wall in excitement. “You are! Oh, how wonderful! We can double the price now.” He chortles to himself.

“Fuck you.” You spit at his feet, straining against the chain.

“Not me darling, but someone else. Soon.” He taps his hand on top of the camera. “Do you know why we record you? So that the buyers can get a taste for the product they’re buying; and you, sweetheart, are the newest in a long line of girls who have been in our special store.”

He picks up the camera and switches it off, handing it to the other man. “Don’t fret. You won’t be in here too long, we’ve already received some interest.”

The man knocks on the door and it opens again. “Toodles.” He wags his fingers at you before striding out.

The door shuts behind the two, and you hear the bolts sliding into place. They’re really not taking any chances with you, are they? You sit back against the wall, and run your hands through your hair. You have no idea how long has passed since you arrived at the original mission site, but it’s surely not more than a few hours. They had definitely drugged you in some way to get you here, but you were confident that they hadn’t… violated you. You shiver, closing your eyes and bowing your head.

You’d be found, right? Before.. Before you were bought by whatever despicable human wanted this kind of perverse thing. You had been wanting to lose your virginity for a while, but the right time never seemed to come around, and by the time it did, your mind was occupied with something , well, someone, else. You sure as hell aren’t going to go down without a fight, but the fear grips you tightly and blink away the tears. What if you don’t have a choice? What if they.. No. You’re not going to think about it. 

You trust the team. You trust him. Loki. He had been your rock since you joined the team, the one you clicked with the most. His quiet wit, and his loud exclamations when you got him alone. His gorgeous smile, and the amused looks he reserved only for you when the others did something stupid. The way he had taught you how to project your thoughts to him, and no one else, a private thing between the two of you. He was your best friend. And yes, maybe you had been hoping to lose your v-card to him, but that didn’t really matter now, as long as it wasn’t some evil bastard on the other side of the glass. Fuck, if you got out of here in time, you might finally grow the balls to actually tell him how you feel. He wouldn’t reciprocate of course, but at least you wouldn’t have to hide it anymore. The thought of Loki in a slutty priest costume swims into your head. “You have a confession?” The absurdity of it makes you smile, a small reprieve from the worry itching itself through your veins.

You allow yourself to drift off into a daydream of different members of the team in ridiculous outfits, Thor as a ballerina, Tony in a unicorn onesie, Nat as Director Fury, and soon enough drift off to sleep.

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You wake to the sound of scraping metal, and look up at the man in the suit as he carries in a tray of food and a glass of water. He slides it over to you, some of the water spilling over the edge of the paper cup. An apple and two slices of buttered bread lie on the tray, no plate, nothing you can use as a weapon.

“I wouldn’t usually bring a girl their food myself, but I thought I’d let you know some exciting news!” He exclaims in an exaggerated tone.

You say nothing, gulping down the water as he watches your throat move. “We’ve had a tremendous response to your tape. The top six bidders will be here tomorrow morning to see you in person.”

He smiles at you in mock kindness. “Make sure you rest up well, I imagine you’ll be quite busy tomorrow.” He laughs, heading towards the door.

You stand up quickly, holding out a hand. “Wait!” He turns back, an eyebrow raised. “Could I please use the toilet?”

He smiles coldly. “Of course, I can't have you soiled when the buyers arrive.” He gestures to someone outside the door and two men walk in, dressed just as the other guy was earlier, holding guns. “Please escort her to the lavatory.” He leaves the room and the two men look at you.

“Face the wall, palms to the wall.” The one on the right barks and you do as you’re told. You feel one of them come up behind you, moving your hair out of the way and you feel sick. The jingle of keys sounds and then you feel the neck restraint slacken. Two pairs of hands grab an arm each, and they lead you away between them, your restraint falling to the floor. Outside the door is a long hallway lined with doors, all of them shut tight. You get the distinct feeling that you are underground and struggle to keep up with the guards' long strides. When you reach the end of the hallway, it opens up into a larger room, where a woman in a white lab coat is bustling about. A young girl, perhaps 17 or 18 lies unconscious on a bed, a large gash on her head. It looks as if the doctor is stitching her up. The guards pull you around the side of a curtain to see a toilet. They let you go and push you towards it. They don’t turn away, amused looks on their faces as your skin flushes. You lift your skirt, squatting down. You try to focus on something else, utterly mortified as they watch you. You reach for the toilet roll and wipe, turning around to flush the toilet.

This is the only chance you might get. You launch yourself backwards into one of the guards, grabbing his arm and shifting your weight to throw him over your shoulder. He wacks his head on the bowl of the toilet, but you don’t stop. Hitting the other guard’s pressure points, you pull the gun from his grasp, sliding it across the room. You put one foot on the unconscious guard’s body, using the momentum to launch yourself onto the other guard, hitting him repeatedly with your elbows as he tries to pry you off. You land an especially hard blow and he stumbles, allowing you to kick off him and push him into the wall which he slides down. You skid around the curtain, the doctor shielding the unconscious girl’s body as she looks at you with wide eyes. 

“Please you have to help me, how do I get out of here?!” You try not to scream the words but she just looks at you. “¿Dónde está la salida?” You say, hoping maybe she speaks spanish. The sounds of boots on concrete thunder towards the room from down the hallway and you shake her shoulders. “Please!” Again, she says nothing.

You grab a scalpel off of the tray beside her, wielding it in front of you as guards come pouring into the room. One, two, three, four, five, six. All of them aiming at you. You drop the scalpel, holding your hands up in surrender.

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You don’t sleep a wink all night, just staring at the wall, your back aching from the unforgiving floor. What if you’re not found in time? What if you’re sold like a slave? Images of what could happen flash through your mind and you wipe at the tears that threaten to spill over. You have to hope, you can’t give into the fear so easily.

It feels like an eternity, this waiting. Eventually, you hear voices outside. “I think you’ll find she’s much to your liking, gentleman.” The clang of the bolts sliding sounds and you push yourself back against the wall, pulling your dress as low as it will go, and yet it still won’t cover your knees. Your heart pounds in your ears as the guy in the suit walks in, followed by six other men. Your eyes lock on the second to last’s and the lights in the room flicker. Loki.

Now with short blonde hair, and wearing a cream suit; he looks almost nothing like himself. And yet you’d know those ice blue eyes anywhere, those cheekbones, those lips - usually lifted in laughter but now pressed tight together. His eyes blaze with anger as he takes you in, covered in bruises, hunched against the wall. Your heart beats so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear it, and you look away quickly, not wanting to let your reaction give anything away.

~ Stay calm ~ You send your thoughts out to him.

~ My love, what have they done to you? ~ Your eyes dart back to his as the lights flicker again. His voice in your ear brings tears to your eyes as relief floods you. He’s never called you that before.

~ You need to keep your magic under control ~ 

“...bidding at 1.5, gentlemen?” The man’s voice draws you back to the room. A larger guy licks his lips at you as he raises his hand.

“Wonderful. What about 1.75? Anyone?”  Loki raises his hand and you shiver.

“Excellent. Anyone have two million for one of SHIELD’s own?” 

~ We have to delay them, the team is almost here ~ Loki’s voice in your ear is like silk, and makes you feel stronger just from hearing it.

You gulp as another man raises his hand. You had been trying so hard to contain your emotions , but if you’re gonna slow this down, you need to put on a show. 

“Fuck you!” You spit, clambering to your feet. “I dare you, fucking try me!” You scream it, letting yourself feel the anger, breathing heavily.

The men laugh at you. “Isn’t she so feisty?” One says. 

“Mmm indeed.” Another agrees and raises his hand.

“Two million, lovely. Anyone going for two and a quarter?” 

You scream, throwing yourself forward until the chain pulls painfully at your throat. “Come here you bastard, and let me give you two million dollars worth.” You reach your hands out like a mad woman, clawing at the air in front of the men. 

“May I?” Loki asks, stepping forwards towards you with fake curiosity. 

“Oi! Who said you get to touch her?!” One of the men shouts, pulling Loki back. He spins around, towering over the guy.

“Gentlemen please, let us continue the auction.” The man says and Loki straightens his blazer, returning to the wall. 

Gun shots ring out down the hall and all of them men look over to the open door. “If you’ll excuse me.” The man says, rushing from the room. 

“Looks like it’s free dibs.” One of the men says, eyeing you up. You stumble backwards as you lock eyes with him, and then another man punches him.

Apparently that is all that is needed for a brawl to break out, and you back against the wall, watching as Loki drops something, nonchalantly kicking it back to you as he throws a punch. The hook pick slides across the floor and you scramble to pick it up, sliding it into the lock around your throat. You jiggle it, almost laughing in elation as it releases, and you rip it from around your throat. When you look up, four of the men lay on the floor unconscious, and Loki slams the last against the wall, smashing his head into the concrete. 

He turns around, his glamour falling away to reveal his long black hair and leather suit. Tears pour down your face as he pulls you into his embrace, shushing you. “My little dove, I’m here.” He coos at you and you cry harder at the nickname he reserves for special occasions. 

“I was so worried… I thought.. I thought you might not find me in time.” You sob into his chest.

“Sshh, I will always be here for you.”

“Promise me.” You let your walls down with your words, and Loki sinks to the floor with you in his lap.

“I promise, my love.”

You sniffle, pulling away from him. “Don’t call me that. You don’t mean it.”

He chuckles. “Is this really the place for confessions?”

The image of him in a slutty priest outfit flashes through your head and you give a watery laugh. “Because of the unconscious cunts on the floor?”

“I mean, partly.” He says, smoothing your hair behind your ears as you wipe your face.

“Are we safe?” You ask, knowing he can sense the energies around.

“Yes, the others are waiting just outside.”

“Then yes, it is the place for confessions. I was so scared Loki…”

“Sshh it’s okay.” He rubs the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks.

“No, it’s not. Because through everything I was so scared that I wouldn’t get to see you, get to tell you..” You break off, tears threatening to pour again.

“I know, little dove.” He tilts your chin up to make you look at him and strokes your hair. “I love you.” He whispers the words, and your tears spill over at the sight of his own eyes shining with tears, at hearing him say the words you had waited so long for.

“I love you too, Loki.” You hold onto him tightly, and he squeezes you, letting you cry.

After several long minutes, you pull away, wiping the snot from your face. “Sorry, I probably look disgusting.”

“Be quiet. You look as gorgeous as ever.” He stands, offering you a hand. He shrugs out of his long leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders. “Let’s get you home, pet.”

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