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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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i will always be pro-abortion, pro-trans, pro-women, and anti any man who thinks he has a say in whatever a woman chooses to do with her body. if you don’t like that please fuck off

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Such a good series!

Welcome to the Masterlist for The Rite, exploring the murky depths of another of my questionable Asgardian headcanons, complete with nonsense eroticism and gratuitous clothing choices.

The Rite: As an invisible member of the wider Asgardian court, everything changes when you catch the eye of the elusive Prince Loki under unconventional circumstances. Pressured by time (and his brother) Loki is reminded he must complete a particular Rite in order to secure his place in Asgard's succession - all he needs is a partner. But adhering to the strict rules in the approach to the ceremonial Rite is more challenging than hedonistic, smugly smouldering Loki anticipated...as are his growing feelings for you. A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE One 🕯️ A Royal Audience (w/c 3.7k) Two 🕯️ Successional Pleasure (w/c 4.8k) Three🕯️ Measurement (w/c 3.9k) Four 🕯️ Daylight Orgy (w/c 4.1k) Five 🕯️ Illusion & Truth (w/c 5.4k) Six 🕯️ Consequence (w/c 5.6k) Seven 🕯️ Marked (w/c 5.2k) This series is COMPLETE.

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for those who ask for part twos, or still don’t understand why content creators ignore requests for those part twos, or stop creating in general, i made a super easy diagram to follow that will help you get those part twos from your favorite writers, or more content from your favorite creators!

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Pulling your strings

Summary: Somehow, in the beginning of your senior year, your family got stationed in middle-of-no-where, Hawkins, Indiana. It's definitely not the type of scene you're used to, but maybe you can be just the rainbow that this backwards town needs.

a/n: rewriting the entirety of ST4 & taking some creative liberties with dnd to fill the void, and yes I'm team fuck the duffer brothers

cw: second hand embarrassment & grammar mistakes (like always), flirting, light smut, adult themes, regular stranger things warnings

"Alright Nancy Drew, what is everyone in this school raving about this time?" You say as the door to the newspaper room slams behind you and you wince just a little.

"Oh it's this dumb tradition we have where, on the last day of school before spring break, all of the seniors come during the middle of the night and have a tailgate in the teacher's parking lot. It's like our lame version of a senior prank. I'm not even sure if-"

"Oh my god, Nance, we have to go. Come on, think about it, it would be a great segment for the school paperrrrr." Drawing out the last word you sling an arm around Nancy Wheeler's shoulders and bring her in closer before she rolls her eyes and reluctantly smiles at you.

"I don't know Y/N, we're already doing a segment on the basketball championship tonight, this might be too much."

"Is it too much or the sprinkle on top of an ice cream sundae? Think about it, if we win tonight, imagine everyone raging. People might" you pause and dramatically gasp "clique cross!"

"I mean, I guess you're right. It would be interesting to see how this brings all different types of seniors together... so just for the paper. Y'know, educational purposes."

"Righttt, educational. Well great! I'll see you after the game my friend, because now, I must go teach young and impressionable children to worship the ground I walk on."

Other people working on the paper laugh at your words while Nancy just sighs "Y/N, please tell me you're actually tutoring those kids like you signed up for?"

But before you can begin to make a retort, her younger brother bursts through the door yelling "Nancy!" Which thoroughly startles everyone, allowing you to walk up the landing out the door while he continues "Oh, uh, do you want to join Hellfire tonight?

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You moved to Hawkins during the beginning of the school year. Not only was it rough having to finish out your senior year in a brand new school 600 miles away from home, but to do so in the middle of suburban no where just seemed like salt on the wound.

However, on your first day you were escorted around the school by none other than Nancy Wheeler, the 'Most Desired Girl of Hawkins High' and she soon became your closest friend in the small town. It could be because she enjoyed the refresh of talking with someone who knew so little about her past, or it could be because you craved some sense of stability and her caring demeanor provided just that, but either way you two grew closer every day.

Your appreciative train of thought, however, was soon interrupted when you found yourself nearly tumbling onto the ground, breaking your fall against the lockers.

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"Oh shoot, ah, that's my bad, I'm so sorry I'm running late for... yeah, and I wasn't looking." Comes a voice behind you that helps you stand up and steadies you with his hands on your shoulder.

You pat your clothes down and turn to see your assailant/helper and laugh out, "It's okay, I think I'll survive," when your eyes are met with copper ones and you smile.

Eddie's heart skips a beat while he just stares back at you, awestruck. Laughing, more to yourself now than anything, you bend over to pick up the singular notebook and pencil dropped on the ground. He finally snaps out of it when you hold the supplies out.

"Eddie!" He practically shouts at you and you give him another amused look which forces him to continue with red cheeks. "Eddie Munson, that's my name. Hi. You're the new girl, right? Yeah, I've seen you around."

"Y/N, and yeah, I think I might've seen you around too." Your eyes rake their way up and down his body before you smirk and continue. "Don't you have a 'yeah' that you're running late for?"

Eddie's eyes light up as he glances at one of the clocks in the hallway. "Shit. Ohhohoho, any other time I would love to stay and chat but I am on a dangerous mission. Lives are at stake."

"Ah, well then, Sir Munson, I'm sure I'll see you around some time." The two of you meet eyes again as he throws you a wink and shouts "You know it" over his shoulder while running back through the hallway.

Your amusement soon becomes doubled when, a few minutes later, you reach the door to Ms. O’Donnell's classroom and, through the window, see a familiar head of fringed hair at one of the desks.

'Oh fate, how you amuse me' You whisper to the skies before grabbing the handle and smiling cheerily at the elderly woman sitting behind the teacher's desk. "Hi Ms. O’Donnell!"

"Miss Y/N! Right on time without a minute to spare, come in come in. Thank you again for agreeing to take over my tutoring today so I could take my granddaughter to her appointment."

“Of course,” looking around the room to see if there’s anyone else and avoiding eye contact with the boy right in front of you whose head just snapped up, you continue “so, is it just Eddie tonight?”

“Yes, and I’m glad to see you two already know each other. Y/N can practically teach my class herself, she was in calculus at her last school but we don’t have anything higher than that here and-“

“Uh, Ms. O’Donnell'…” You chime in and point to the clock above the center of the classroom.

“Oh! Right right! Okay, so the worksheets for today are on my desk, you can add more if you need, be creative. If he gets anything above a 70 then he’ll stay right on track for passing the class this semester. Oh, and don’t forget the close the door when you guys leave!” The teacher says as she rushes out the door and sends another smile towards you.

When you’re finally alone you smirk to yourself and grab the papers off of his desk and walk over to Eddie who is smugly slouching against the side of his chair.

“Well well well, isn’t this a coinkidink Lady Y/N.” he says while tapping his knuckles against the desk top.

“I suppose it is, but uh- what happened to your dangerous mission with lives at stake?”

“Oh, that’s all still true. This is a dangerous mission, for whoever is tasked with helping me pass math this year, that is. And, my life is at stake. Fail senior year once? Okay, the town needs a bad boy outcast. Fail it twice? Alright, that kid’s got some problems at home or something. But when you’re about to fail for your third time? See now that’s just sad.”

Laughing at his joke you just nod and bring a chair to the opposite side of his desk. “Yes, it just makes me want to shed a tear. Yet, something tells me it’s not because you’re ignorant. Now, let me guess, you’re an actual genius, or at least have an above average IQ, who is too eccentric for our current school system leaving you under-stimulated and in a never ending spiral of boredom and stagnation?”

“Wait, how did you-“

“Mom was a psychologist.” you interrupt with a shrug.

“Oh, well I bet that made for a fun home life” Eddie says, sitting up in his seat and leaning his elbows against the table.

“Ha! Yeah, something like that. But maybe now we should get started on the worksheets Ms. O’Donnell left for you.”

“I mean, we could.” Eddie says, daring to move his forehead closer to you “Or we could continue playing this little game where you ask questions and guess things about me and I do the same back to you, the papers will always be there for later.”

“Tempting offer, but how about I make you a deal. For every problem you do correctly, I’ll answer whatever question you want to ask me, but only one.”

“Oh, deal.”

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About thirty minutes passed of you guiding Eddie to fix the careless mistakes in the otherwise perfect work and him, in return, asking you six questions now.

“Okay, so you moved here from Virginia because your dad has some fancy new job, you don’t like potato salad, you’re not apart of any cliques, and you love to look at any bright color but your ultimate favorite one is brown. But what is it that the infamous Y/N Y/L/N likes to do in her free time?”

“Oohhhh I feel like that’s a loaded question. But, for right now I guess I like to listen to music and partake in some… recreational activities.”

"Music and 'recreational activities', that's intriguing. What-"

"Ah, ah, ah, that sounds like another question to me and you have a whole other half of that worksheet to get through."

"Okay, okay. Deal's a deal." A few seconds of silence pass where Eddie is just looking at the back of his paper before he sighs and speaks up "Alright, I think now would be a good break time. It just feels like all of the letters are jumping up and hitting me in the face right now."

"Come on, you're halfway there, you can do this. I think you just need a change of scenery. Here!" Standing up from the chair you dragged over, you take a minute to rearrange a few of the desks in the room into a straight line with no gaps in between.

"Alright, try this, lay down on your stomach on top of all of these desks. You want your head and neck to hang off of the last one"

"I mean, if you insist, I-"

"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. Laying with your head upside down like that brings the blood back to your brain, plus it gets you moving around so there's your little break."

He grumbles a little at first but eventually Eddie does as you suggest and he's calling you a sorcerer for curing him like that. After he gets problem number seven correct he joins you as you lay with your back on the floor and legs pressed flat against the wall.

"You know, you're pretty cool. Most of my tutors, prison guards, whatever you want to call them, expect me to just immediately absorb whatever they tell me, like I'm supposed to commit it to muscle memory. But here we are, with our feet in the air and backs against the dusty school floor."

"Bitchin' right?" you laugh and Eddie continues to ask you questions after he completes each problem correctly until you check over his paper one last time.

"Yup, you got it. Even remembered to switch the sign from less to greater than. Nice" You reach your hand out for a high five but Eddie doesn't move his hand away so fast.

“Last problem on the work sheet so the last question I’ll burden you with; are you free Tuesday night? Because, you know, I heard there's this super cool band playing at The Hideout called Corroded Coffins. You know, if you're into that type of thing, although I did hear that The Hideout has a strict 'potato salad only' policy.”

"Hmmm, you know, I think I can be persuaded to go anyways." You say with a smile on your face while you move to sit cross legged.

Sensing the coyness in your words Eddie copies your motions and looks at you very intrigued. "Yeah, and how is that?"

"Careful, I didn't see you finish any problems to earn that question. Besides, I think it's my turn to ask a few now."

"Oh really, then please, ask away."

"Can I kiss you, Munson?"

Subconsciously Eddie slides his tongue against his lips and stares at you with his eyebrows raised before he snaps back into the moment and looks around the room "M-me?"

"Yes, you. Eddie Munson, would you grant me the highest honor and allow my lips to grace yo-"

Interrupting you in the middle of your monologue, Eddie gently grabs your face with both of his hands and smashes his lips down onto yours, literally taking your breath away.

It takes a second for the shock to wear off but once it does you wrap your hand in Eddie's hair and deepen the kiss even more.

At the same time you start to move Eddie places his hands on your sides and pulls you closer while you begin to straddle his lap.

There, in that moment you felt something you didn't even know you were missing your whole life. The kiss lit a spark that radiated inside of your soul, devouring internal demons and insecurities. Little did you know that the man below you felt the same way. He finally felt seen, not like someone was using him as a plug or expecting him to act a certain way. He felt like, for the first time in a long time, someone wanted him. And man, did he want you back.

That’s why a smile radiated across his face when you pulled away and began to pant out. “I’m- I’m not trying to ask for a quick fuck- or insinuate that's something either of us are thinking about but, would you maybe want to get out of here.”

“Yes! Uh, um, I mean yeah, I think I would. You know I have a van, we can drive around for a bit, it’s not ‘sweet ole’ virginya’” he exaggerates with a country accent “But there are a few spots I think you might like.”

Laughing you placed your lips back on his for a gentle kiss before speaking again. “Maybe we can listen to some Corroded Coffin on the way, because usually I like to know what type of music a band makes when I say I made out with their hottest member.”

“Wait. You knew? This whole time you knew?” He asks out of disbelief and amusement.

“You know” you gently kiss Eddie’s neck while you poke at the guitar pick necklace he wears and whisper in his ear “you don’t hide it very well.”

Eddie is too busy closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to say anything so you slowly continue “Plus, I would recognize a guitarist’s fingers anywhere.” You take his hands and place them flat against yours to prove the point and smile as he interlaces your fingers.

“You better stop talking or I will fall in love with you Y/L/N."

"Come on" you stand up and hold out a hand for Eddie to grab "How about you take me out on a date first?"

With a shit eating grin Eddie grabs your hand and shoots up, pulling you into him for another kiss. "Don't need to ask me twice." He murmurs against your lips between kisses before his mouth begins to travel down your neck.

Laughing, you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him in for a hug "Eddie!" you squeal.

"Sorry Princess, come on, let's go."

"Okay, but we need to come back here after the basketball game, I told my friend Nancy that I would meet her at the senior tailgate so you better not make me a liar Munson"

"Basketba- Oh. Oh shit. Oh fuck, Oh shit. My, fuck. Sorry, shit." Eddie says as he scrambles around the room, gathering up all of his things and shoving them into the thin backpack he brought with him to tutoring. "Fuck, I forgot I have the club tonight! And I gave the boys shit for wanting to reschedule and-"

The scene in front of you was nothing short of amusing. Even after he gathered all of his things, Eddie continued to walk in big circles around the room while shouting out random obscenities every second. He doesn't stop until you place two arms on his shoulders then gently tug his face to look at you. "Go. It's okay, I promise I understand, just go and maybe I'll see you at the tailgate." You say with a wink and Eddie just brings you in for another kiss. Before sharply pulling away and running towards the door.

"You're the best Y/N, I swear if it was anything else! FUCK!" You hear more scattered cursing going down the halls and you laugh to yourself before you begin to put Ms. O’Donnell's room back together. A few seconds later you hear more running, this time coming closer to you with scattered breath.

Eddie pops his head back in the room and lights up when he sees you're still there. Still running towards you, Eddie bends down and picks you up by the legs, spinning you around while he kisses you, causing you to laugh even more. When he puts you down there's a smile on both of your faces and he turns you around once when you feel something cool drape around your neck.

"Wait, Eddie, what's this?" You ask with genuine curiosity, allowing him to turn you around once more while you glance down at the metal guitar pick resting in the middle of your chest. "Munson, sweetheart, I can't take this from you. And aren't you-"

Interrupting you yet again, the man in front of you places a finger on your lips before wrapping his arms around your waist and just looks at you for a second.

He sighs softly and a small smile creeps in the corner of his lip "Take it. Seriously" he says against your protests "it's okay, you can always give it back to me on Tuesday."

"Uh, okay. Thank you." You say with a coy smile on your face before you two burst out of your moment.

"But you should-"

"Yeah I should-"

"Go!" you both shout out at the same time and Eddie kisses you softly one last time before booking it back down the hallway

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it's a problem, one that even grammarly can't fix

Commas are all that’s holding my fics together

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i used to think posts like these were fishing but yeah no there’s for sure some truth to it

It's so funny, because I didn't realize this until I started posting fic regularly myself, but there is genuinely no way for a fic author to tell that you even read their work, let alone liked it, if you just click off when you're finished.

It feels like they should know—of course you read the fic! You just had fifteen emotions in a row about it! But they don't know, because you haven't told them. All they know is that the 'hits' counter went up by one more, which means someone clicked on it, and then probably didn't read more than a sentence before clicking off.

And alright, maybe it feels like it doesn't matter, because they're not ever going to know that you read it in the first place, so why should you even leave a kudos/like, let alone comment?

Because—and I say this as both a fic writer and reader—it means they know someone actually read it. Every time they get proof that someone actually read the whole thing from start to finish, it gives them just a little more evidence that it was actually worth it to put the fic out into the world, and that's a little more chance that they're going to keep writing and posting.

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I JUST FINISHED STRANGER THINGS 4.2 & LEMME TELL YA, I BAWLED MY EYES OUT FOR 90 MINUTES STRAIGHT.

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Truest Form

Loki isn’t the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve, especially when his alleged soulmate has some pretty intricate powers.

cw: afab reader, they/them pronouns, promiscuous & flirty but SFW, normal MCU warnings, Loki being Loki and Y/N being Y/N

this takes place in an imaginary track of time where everyone is happy and healthy and alive and whatever i say goes bc this is my au and i’m a fragile human

You see, the funny thing about life is all of its little twists and turns. Your “what ifs” could’ve lead you down the exact same path you’re on right now, or it most definitely could not. You never know.

Except for Y/N.

They knew.

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“Hey Clint” You shout over the loud 70s music playing throughout the kitchen to the man who just walked in not even a second ago. “I’m making breakfast for the team. Tony wants everyone at the compound for some big meeting,,, which is probably why you’re here so never mind….. do you want waffles or pancakes?”

“How did you- oh wait, right, you have that whole sixth sense thing. So don’t you know the answer to that question?”

Sighing you nod “Waffles… I just hate freaking everyone out. I heard some of the SHIELD agents conspiring that I’m invading peoples minds and I don’t want them to get creeped out and-“

Cutting you off, Wanda and Vision walk into the room as Clint just shakes his head at you and walks towards the table to join the other members of the team.

“Ooooooh I almost forgot today was family brunch day!” Wanda says, unlatching her arm from Visions’s to give you a hug.

“Yes everything seems delightful Y/N. Did you need any help?” Vision asks, making his way over to the two of you.

“Oh just turn off the smoke alarm for me real quick.“

Not even two seconds later alarms start blaring throughout the great room and smoke makes its way out of the oven.

“Yeah, I knew I should’ve cleaned that last week and, wait, Wand, will you get that for me, I-“

Gasping, you jump around and look towards the elevator right as it softly chimes, letting its audience know that someone is making their way up the floors “THORS COMING TODAY!!! I DIDNT EVEN REGISTER THAT HE GOT BACK ONTO MIDGUARD. MUCH LESS IN THE BUILDING! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN- Wait.”

Turning again, you look at Wanda who is smirking and reloading the waffle maker.

“You bitch! Is that why you were so pushy about the spa day yesterday, especially the sensory deprivation tank!?!”

Laughing at you Wanda shrugs and goes back to finishing up your cooking while you wait by the elevator.

Almost a year ago, due to whatever sciencey stuff Banner tried explaining, you realized that you are able to communicate with different versions of yourself throughout the multiverse. Basically making you really sensitive to energy and vibrations, even allowing you to manipulate them with some training. That’s what made you and Wanda become so close. With similar abilities, the two of you just understood each other. So, when the Avengers found you as a prisoner in one of HYDRA's bases, the two of you became besties. Well, you and-

“Thor!!!!” You ran towards the tall Asgardian as soon as the elevator doors opened and launched yourself into his arms. Half expecting this, Thor lifts you up off the ground and spins the two of you around in a bear hug while his pot-bellied laugh fills the room.

“Ah! My little Forcefield! I have missed you too! But I can see that the surprise did not work. Who told?”

Wanda scoffs and hands a tray full of scrambled eggs to Vision who sets it down on the table “I did no such thing. They found out when you go up the elevator. I told you that when you have powers like ours, surprises do not come easy. I didn’t even believe that you’d make it this far.”

Laughing Thor sets you on the ground and calls mjolnir to his side before glancing back in the elevator and remembering his true purpose for being here. “Oh, uh. Hmm, right.”

“Oh goody Dear Brother, I was beginning to believe that you had forgotten about me.” the man says as he emerges from the elevator.

For the first time in who knows how long you are genuinely surprised to see another person stand behind you, causing you to actually jump back.

Confused and concerned, you push Thor out of the way and meet his brother right outside the elevator. Getting strangely close, you stick a hand out and reach towards him “Uh. Excuse me. Mortal. What are you doing? Br... Brother! Come get your pet!”

But before Thor can even listen you push your thumb against the strange man’s forehead and he starts to wince while his body flickers.

Shivering and breathing raggedly Loki blinks at you with his eye brows furrow and eyes wide while you bring your hand down. “Hey big guy, is your brother a hologram? Is that a thing on asguard?”

Thor let’s out an angry puff, steam practically pouring from his ears while he shouts at the top of his lungs. “LOKI!!”

The man in front of you vanishes into smoke and a loud pop sounds a couple of feet to your side.

“Right, well thanks for that snitch. I was almost free and that wasn’t a ho- Oh no. Hey come on. Do we really have to?” clink.

“You swore that you wouldn’t pull any tricks. Now you lied to me so yes. We really have to.” Both brothers look equally annoyed and right as Thor moves to turn on the power dampening collar you place a hand on top of his and shake your head.

“Something’s not right. Take it off. Now.” Looking really confused but doing as you say, Thor hands the collar to you.

Wanda makes her way over as you snap the collar together and press the button on the side and the entire thing bursts into flames. Before you cringe and toss it towards Wanda who guides the collar towards the sink and turns on the water with her powers

“Oooh. Yikes. Friday, remind Bruce to disassemble the collar and figure out what happened.” you say as Thor pats you on the shoulder “Okay then. Let’s eat!”

Everyone in the room just shrugs and nods, moving to the table to make their plate while Loki just stands still, mouth agape and in disbelief.

“So we’re just going to ignore the fact that the thing your leaders were going to force me to wear probably would’ve blown up in the my face and killed me?” Loki shouted at the room full of people who began to gather their plates.

“Yeah, pretty much” Clint says after reaching over the table and stealing a few more pieces of bacon.

“Awe, don’t worry, if someone really wanted to kill you they would be here to do the job and not leave it up to chance. Come on, let’s eat” You make eye contact with Loki as you pat him on the shoulder. When you do, a jolt of electricity runs through your veins and you instinctively flinch your arm back.

You’re about to make a joke saying that Thor is supposed to be the god of lightning when you look up and see scenes of your life literally flashing before your eyes.

There’s what almost feels like memories of you and, seemingly, Loki, Running through the forest, swimming in an enchanted lake, jumping from a cliff into the ocean, holding each other next to a fire. Then there are scenes that definitely did not come from this lifetime. Scenes of you and Loki running over hills as wolves, touring the galaxies as some alien race, colliding together as two planets. It’s almost as if the two of you were always meant to bump into each other.

Then, as if being yanked from a bungee cord, the memories play in reverse and you find yourself back in the present. The only person who seemed to notice being Wanda.

As if no time passed at all Loki says “Ouch! No need to shock me, I’m going.”

When Thor sits down, he beams and looks across the table. “Banner, good friend, could you make a new collar for my brother over there. He really shouldn’t be running away on this mission. Especially since father sent him down with me as punishment for his latest crime.”

As Bruce is about to speak, you interrupt “Oh don’t worry. Loki’s not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” “He’s not?” the two brothers chime in.

“Of course not. How could he fall in love with me if his mind and spirit are elsewhere?” Some people look at you curiously after that statement, maybe even slightly amused, but others don’t bat an eye as prophetic talk like this isn’t out of the norm for you.

“Uh, Thor, your pet is being weird again.”

“Nonsense. It’s Y/N. That’s just how they are.”

“What’s nonsense? Because our case isn’t nonsense and that’s the reason I called you all together. So maybe we should be talking about that, yeah?” Tony says, strolling into the dining room with boxes of papers in his hands

“Come on Tony, can’t you let us eat before grueling us with work” Sam chimes in when he finally sits down after making his plate.

“Ah yes. The Avengers. So mighty and noble, but not without snack breaks of course. Whatever will- wait. Did Y/N cook today?”

“Yeah Tones, fresh off the stove, eat while it’s hot.” You reply with a smile.

“Okay. Meeting is paused while we take a quick recess and eat Y/N’s ‘big family brunch’. I almost forgot what day it is” Tony says, clapping his hands together and going to make a plate

Chuckling, you glance at the god next to you and nod your head towards the table. “Loki, right? Why don’t you go sit down next to Thor, I’ll make you a plate.” as he starts to bicker you hold a hand up and roll your eyes “I don’t care if you don’t trust midguardians OR their food OR if you say you aren’t hungry right now. Be a good boy and sit and eat with the rest of the team please.” you grin and walk towards the kitchen before he has the chance to speak.

As Loki reluctantly sits next to Thor, Wanda makes her way over to you. “Y/N, you blimped again. What was it about?” she asks you, placing a hand on your back for comfort

“Oh nothing bad this time. I can fill you in, just not right now.”

She nods at your words and stays behind to add toppings to her pancakes.

When you walk back to the table you drop Loki’s plate in front of him and sit right next to him. “Would ya scoot over a little bit for me love?” you softly ask and Loki finds himself following your words before he can even question it.

By the time his brain processes what just happens, you’re leaning over his lap to give thor an extra hair tie and asking Bucky to pass you the syrup and butter, throwing Loki a quick wink when your eyes meet again.

Uncharacteristically flustered, Loki just stares at you with bewilderment. Unable to find any words to create a snarky comment, he eventually gives up and starts to eat his food.

Although he would never say it in front of everyone, all of the food on his plate tastes practically as good as the ones back home. Sure, it wasn’t the elegant dishes served at his infamous parties, but it reminded him of Mother’s home cooked meals on warm summer evenings.

Out of habit, he begins to look around the table for something to put on the unfamiliar round, pastry-looking thing on his plate. Even though you’re in the middle of laughing while reliving a mission with Sam, you instinctively hold the container of butter right in front of Loki’s face, without even a glance in his direction.

“Oh my gods don’t remind me! I felt like Eleven from that one tv show with the way blood dripped down my nose.” you replied with a laugh as Loki hesitantly took the dish from your hands.

You laughed and talked with the team for nearly an hour more until Tony reeled everyone back in.

“Alright, alright. Thank you Y/N, your Sunday brunches are always appreciated. Now, time to address the god-sized elephant in the room. Our Asgardian… pals, have come down to monitor hotspots of some random god/mutant/power mumbo-jumbo. More details will come on a need to know basis, the basics are in these folders Peter is passing out, but right now it seems like we’re in the scouting phase, trying to take preemptive measures. Y/N, I do want you to continue your training with Wanda and Sam, energy and hotspots seem just up your alley and you still have a lot to work on before stepping back into the field. Bruce, I’ll meet you in your lab after this. Thor, Steve, and Nat, you will be our main recon team. Everyone else, continue with your normal training. Just make sure you read your folders and, remember, you are all on call for the next few weeks. Meeting adjourned, go do your shit, avenge some souls, I don’t care just get out of my face and- what Clint?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t get it. Didn’t mysteriouso over there try to take over New York? Why is he back here?”

“Yes, why am I back here dear brother?”

“Ah, of course. Well, when father sent me down to check on Midguard, he ordered Loki to come along as part of his sentence. If something with these hotspots goes wrong, he can help us and will then repay his debt to New York.” Thor says matter-of-factly before standing up and bringing his plates into the kitchen.

“Of course. Makes perfect sense” Clint says, rolling his eyes and starting to clean up too.

While everyone begins cleaning you start making your way out of the room with someone’s eyes following you. Briefly stopping, you turn your head slightly without looking over your shoulders and say “Aren’t you coming”

When you turn left down an empty corridor you hear Loki huff and finally catch up to you. “What games are you playing mortal? Do you know who you are toying with? I am a god. What makes you think you can read my mind and-“

You turn around and gently cup Loki’s cheeks with both of your hands. Completely thrown off by the gesture, he immediately goes silent. “Okay, I can tell you’re flustered.”

In protest, Loki raises his voice and begins “I’m not-“

Cutting him off again, you gently rub one of his cheeks with your thumb and look into his eyes “It’s okay. Why don’t you take a deep breath with me, yeah? In…. Hold… And out…. Thank you”

Loki looks at you with a bewildered rage as he finds himself complying to your words yet again.

Once he calms down you gently remove your hands and continue speaking “Okay, let’s walk and I’ll answer all of your questions, yeah?”

You begin to walk while Loki stays behind, still bewildered at everything that just played out, causing you to have to link arms with him so he’ll keep up. You continue to talk “Okay, come on. I’m not playing any games. I know you don’t trust people easily but I have no reason to lie to you about anything. And I don’t think I’m toying with you, but frankly I don’t know what you mean by that. I’m not trying to use you because you’re a powerful god, if that’s what you mean. I have all the power I need. I just know what I see and what I feel and what I perceive and-“ with a sigh you stop walking and look the god right in his eyes “Loki, sweetheart, would you please stop trying to read my mind? I never read yours and you’re starting to give me a headache.”

“Sorceress! You’re doing it again. Why do you keep touching me and calming me down? Is it some ploy to steal my powers? What’s your angle? Oh. I bet you’re being nice to me so we can be allys, so you can have protection in case the big bad Loki ever tries to rule Earth again. Or maybe you’re being coy, trying to seduce me so you can get close and attack me when you think I’m weakest.”

Throughout his entire rant (?) Loki kept moving towards you, trying to intimidate you into cowering backwards. You don’t budge or react to any of his outbursts until the very end when you let out a slight giggle.

Noticing this, Loki moves even closer to you, bending his head down slightly so he’s at your level with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. “Ah, so I see I’m coming close. What, were you hoping your little stolen glances and flirty behavior would have me fawning over you, allowing you to manipulate and gain control over me? Oh, I bet you think you’re so smart. And- dear Odin! Why do you keep laughing?”

Covering your face, you take a deep breath and try to stifle your laughs. Once you regain your composure you move even closer to the god in front of you and place your hands on your hips.

“Loki, my love” Glancing down to his lips then back up to his eyes, you continue, “while I’m loving all this ‘will they / when will they’ tension between us right now, if I wanted to seduce someone into a quick fuck I would just go see your brother again. And as for my behavior, I was just being kind. Sure, maybe a little flirty, I didn’t realize you were such a prude. But don’t get mad at me because you blush like a schoolgirl every time I look at you. Or because there are butterflies flying in your stomach whenever I brush against you. And please, don’t try to read my mind again, I’m getting all of this from your aura, for lack of a better term.”

Loki just blinks at you for a few seconds before standing up straight and looking out the window behind your head, mumbling “I cant believe you fucked my brother.”

“Jealous much? And please, I find it hard to believe that you’ve never fucked your best friend before. Now come on, I have something I want to show you. Like I already said, I promise I’ll answer all of your questions if you just stick it out a little bit longer.”

Not even waiting for a response, you grab Loki’s hand and continue walking down the corridor, past different halls and doorways until you reach an old fashioned, forest-green, wooden door with special knots on the outside.

With your free hand you open the door and drag Loki inside with you until it shuts behind. Once the two of you step inside, torches along the side walls light up to revel a two story library. There are shelves upon shelves filled with books, each one telling a different story with dates ranging back to pre-colonialism. On the right side of the room, there is an enchanted fireplace paired with emerald green chaise lounges right in front of it.

Against the back wall is an oval shaped cascading pool that leads to a large bay window. The view overlooks an endlessly starry night that definitely resembles no place on earth.

Littered between aisles and bookshelves are dozens of arm chairs and sofas for leisure reading. In the middle of the room is a large, dark oak table, fit for writing, working, or dining.

Finally, against the right wall is a wet bar fully equipped with drinks and snacks that never replenish.

Once he has the chance to take everything in, Loki’s energy changes to that of a kid on Christmas morning. Cautiously, he proceeds to the bookshelf on the right of the fireplace, touching each different spine while he unconsciously pulls you with him, not letting go of your hand. It isn’t until he stumbles upon an old Asgardian novel that Loki speaks.

“What is this place? Where did you get this?” Looking down at The Book of Yggdrasill in his hands you smile and shrug “It was gifted to me from… an old friend. Well, maybe closer to an heirloom? The room, that is. Whoever posses the key is able to draw the door to this room wherever they want and an enchanted library is said to pop up. As it’s been past down throughout the generations people have added new features and new collections. I haven’t seen many Asgardian books, but my guess is that was put here by one of the previous owners. Please, look around. I’ll make us a drink.”

Absentmindedly, Loki just nods along while skimming over book titles and touching the spines of nearly half the books. “Uh, Loki, God of Mischief and everything, I can’t go until you let go of my hand sweetheart.”

“Oh- oh. Right.” he says while shaking himself out of the trance and letting go of your hand.

You make your way over to the bar while Loki continues to just ogle at the place you’ve brought him to. It isn’t until you’ve just finished making drinks that Loki saunters his way back over to you.

“Here, try this” you say while sliding the glass across the bar. Loki gives you a look and you roll your eyes. “It’s not bad and it’s not poisoned. Even if it was, what earth poisons would even affect an Asgardian? Would you like me to take the first sip?”

“Oh I’m sure someone will figure out one soon enough, so just in case.” Nudging the glass back to you you roll your eyes again and swipe your tongue across the flavored rim before taking a swig and swallowing, opening your mouth to show proof.

Hesitantly, Loki takes the drink from the bar and tries a sip while you explain the contents. “A shot of bourbon and chartreuse watered down over ice with roasted peppercorn and rosemary garnish topped with a rim of rosemary infused honey. I highly doubt it’ll even get you even buzzed but the flavor seems like you.”

Loki cocks his head to the side before taking another sip and saying “Not bad.”

“Awe, you love it, how cute. Now bring that with you while we sit on one of the couches. I said I’d answer your questions and I don’t back out on my word.”

When the two of you sit down, facing eachother on different arm chairs, he’s the first one to say anything. “Why bring me here when we just met?”

“Do you want the vague & mysterious answer or the transparent one that might drive you away?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

“Okay, in part i brought you here because I knew, or at least I had a feeling, that you would need a quiet and isolated space away from the team to chill out. Also in part because I love this place and we are going to fall in love so it only seems fitting.”

“Are you being facetious? Why do you keep saying that?”

“No, I’m being genuine. We are, or at least we have the potential to be, soulmates. Mmm, wait, that sounds cringey. Twin flames? True loves? Starseeds? Different cultures have different names for it, so I suppose that doesn’t matter, but you get the picture?”

“What makes you say these things, how do you know?”

“Mmmmmm basically I get visions sometimes, and while they don’t always make sense and they aren’t always from this life, they almost always provide useful.”

“So you’re a prophet?”

“Ha! No, most definitely not. Basically I’m really sensitive to energy so sometimes I get messages from other versions of myself, and other times I know when the smoke alarm is about to go off. That’s how I knew you were trying to read my mind earlier, and how I knew you weren’t really there when you first walked in with Thor.”

“Okay so mind powers?”

“Sure, mind powers”

“Then why me? If you really believe in soulmates or whatever you said, then why don’t you have someone with similar lineage? Someone who is at least from the same planet.”

“Because it’s always been you. Loki, you’re not destined to be alone. You deserve to be loved as much as anyone else... I can show you what I saw if you’d like.”

He has no visible reaction at your words however it almost seems like his eyes glossed over for just a second before he speaks again “How do you mean?”

Standing up you walk over to Loki and kneel on the floor right in between the gods legs. “Don’t get any ideas, I can literally feel the promiscuity oozing off of you.”

“I have yet to say anything darling.”

Rolling your eyes you take Loki’s hands and place them on either side of your head with his thumbs sitting on your forehead. “Read my mind and you’ll see.”

Glancing down at you suspiciously, Loki stares into your eyes while he slowly drifts off into your subconsciousness. Meanwhile, you focus and hone in on the vision you saw earlier when the two of you first met. Eventually, one by one, the scenes begin to fly by.

No matter what time, what world, what universe the visions were in, it was always you and Loki in your truest form.

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A/N: okay so this is quite possibly my favorite series I've ever started, I was thinking about making it a slow burn but I'm too impatient for that, and I'm already halfway through part 2, but I'm also mentally ill so I have no idea when it'll actually get published. lmk if you want me to create a taglist & add you!

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awe guys i did it. i finally watched endgame. i cried and sobbed like a bitch. also yelled and squealed at the screen. it was a literal nail biter. and yes ik it took me over 3 years to watch it but hey man, don’t bully mentally ill people like me

[wunderlustwriter]

alright guys, i’m writing a new mcu story and i’m not sure where in the timeline i should put it, help would be appreciated

okok so life has been overwhelming lately, meaning i don’t want to deal with too much angst and internal conflicts, so definitely not civil war era.

and i don’t want to deal w life after the snap bc i haven’t even watched endgame (or anything after it except shang chi) bc i haven’t found it in me to do a marvel binge in a while, so that’s out of the question

and i definitely need vision in it. like growing up him and wanda were my comfort characters (lowkey convinced that little me manifested WandaVision) so i’m thinking after or around ultron?

but rn i do not have the mental capacity to look up scenes and summaries from these movies bc i haven’t watched them in months/year and i can’t remember everything

so yes, input would be greatly appreciated my lovebugs

[wunderlustwriter]

lol hey guys, so you know how i already have at least 5 WIPs posted on the main (here), and i have probably 20 in my drafts? well i’m about to add another.

all i have to say is that loki does not like it when you nonchalantly wear his boxes in front of the entire team… or does he?

[wunderlustwriter]

Look I'm sorry if I don't like your writing or your stories if you literally show the fact that you made your readers POV white... like if you're literally saying "your porcelain skin" "you straightened your hair and threw it into a messy bun" or "and when you blushed you know he could see it" or when it comes to body parts bruh

"Your tits were perky".... I know you lyin like even I don't have perky tiddies and that's because the fact that I'm literally suffering back pain from them 24/7

I don't want to read it, it's honestly weird and oddly specific go touch some grass or actually look at real people and study them

[wunderlustwriter]

not a question but your taste in music is sublime!! could you recommend me some songs? loved the ones inspired by the hp characters <3

OMG YES THIS IS THE QUESTION IVE BEEN WAITING MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR

okay so here’s kinda like a “best of everything” playlist i just made bc i was adding too many links and this post was about to crash

it’s 5hrs (which is short for me but im sorry in advance) and it’s very broad and very all over the place but i definitely recommend checking it out if nothing else!

and i don’t want this post to be obnoxiously long so more below the cut

this is my queer BIPOC rock / indie playlist that i think any and everyone should check out to broaden their music taste

here is my pride and joy. this playlist has nearly all of the songs in all of the playlists i have ever created. i love shuffling it when i’m feeling manic OR overwhelmed. it’s over 60 hours but i haven’t updated it in like a month

this is my remus playlist. speaks for itself

and here are just a few songs that i’ve been obsessed with recently. but definitely hmu or follow me on spotify to check out some more!

god i miss summer

this makes me so happy. my brain goes brrr and i love the affirmations. it’s been stuck in my head

this song. THIS MF SONG. IT REMINDS ME OF THE MARAUDERS MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. ITS LITERALLY SO HOT AND BLASTING THIS WHILE DRIVING ON THE INTERSTATE >>>>>

:)))

[wunderlustwriter]

Mahe Man (My Moon)

The Hogwarts Express -> 2

a/n: i know, i know; i like writing stories where y/n transfers from illvermorny to hogwarts too much but can you blame me??? also, au where the lycanthropes are more like twilight werewolves but the personality dynamics are like venom and eddie

cw: sarcasm, future mature themes, mostly just suggestive jokes for now, really bad use of present/past tense, and all of the warnings that would normally come with the harry potter series (violence, gore, etc)

oops my finger slipped… middle eastern!reader x ?????

hey look, another glimpse and OP's ancestry, i'll be using the phonetic spelling of Persian (Farsi) words. it’s mostly mom/mother (maman/madar), terms of endearment, and cussing

“‘Oh don’t worry Y/N, it'll be fun moving to England Y/N’ ‘It’ll be worth it Y/N, you’ll make so many new memories’ ‘Your friends in The States won’t forget about you, Y/N’ ‘I know it’s scary Y/N but we need to support this new job right now��” You mumble to yourself, mocking your moms while packing the last bag before heading to the train station for ‘Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’

“Can you believe them Loki? Making us move to England during our last year of school? The audacity, am I right?” you complain to the long-eared owl who is glaring back at you from the top of his cage disapprovingly. With a sigh and roll of the eyes you keep talking “No, I don’t really feel that way. I think Maman is going to help out a lot of people, I just don’t get why we moved, she was already an auror back home… Anyways, I’m just ranting no need to get all defensive buddy.” you pat the owl on the head and scratch in between his eyes before finally zipping your last bag shut and casting a shrinking spell so everything fits in your tote bag.

Loki hops in his cage as you lace your converse and head downstairs to your parents, ready to leave for the train station.

“Ohhhh my baby girl. I cant believe you’re finally a senior. How did you grow up so fast?” Your mom says, walking down the hallway to cup your cheeks with her hands as she gives you a sad smile.

“Rita, Rita, it’s okay. We’re still gonna see Y/N over her breaks. Why don’t you save your big tears for the train station, huh?” your maadar, Aleah, says after hearing her wife’s bittersweet voice. Turning to you once the mini crisis is evaded with a small smile on her face “Now, Mahe Man, did you remember everything? Your parchment, your robes, your journals, everything you need for the full moon?”

Nodding after everything she says you wrap your favorite bomber jacket around your shoulders before picking up Loki’s cage again and walking towards the door. “Yessss ma’ammm. I’m ready to go, really. So let’s see if we can figure out where this stupid platform is.”

Not wanting to risk anything, the four of you (including the owl) take a no-maj car to the train station before walking around, looking for platform 9 3/4.

“Okay, so there’s 9… and there’s 10… but- oh.” Right as you’re about to question where to find the train you see someone with a cart full of boxes walk right through a wall as if there’s a doorway. Thinking that it was just your imagination, you do a double take as someone else does the exact same thing and you notice what looks like a wand sticking out of their back pocket. “Oh okay cool, so I guess we’re just supposed to phase through this wall that’s literally three fourths the ways away from platform 9? British people I swear.” Glancing over at your parents Loki hoots in agreement and you sigh.

“Oh come on now Y/N. This’ll be fun! Instead of waiting for the wizarding bus to stop outside the house every summer you get to mix with the no-maj’s before school and-“ Right as she’s about to continue an average height woman with wispy brown hair and kind eyes approaches your family.

She looks to be a little older than your moms and has a very nurturing tone. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear. Are you lot looking for the train to Hogwarts?” with slightly wide eyes you glance to your parents then back at the woman, nodding your head you’re about to open your mouth to speak when she continues. “Oh goody! My name’s Euphemia Potter and I can show you how to enter platform nine and three quarters if you’d like. It’s always a little tricky for first timers. Dumbledore, our headmaster, asked a few of us to be on the lookout for a new transfer student. I’m assuming you’re Y/N?.”

“Oh, um yeah. Y/N Y/L/N, and okay, well that’s nice thank you ma’am. I’m-“ Again, as you’re about to speak, someone comes over to interrupt. This time, however, it’s a tall boy about your age with messy brown hair and a toned frame. He steadily approaches Mrs. Potter, followed behind by a similar figure.

“Mum, what are you doing over here? Dad and I were looking for you. We should get going, the train’s going to board in-“ it was then that Euphemia’s son notices the three women. The man cockily rests an elbow on his mother’s shoulder when the two of you make eye contact and speaks “How dare I be so rude, especially in the presence of such lovely ladies as your self. I’m James, it’s a pleasure to meet you”

Right as James literally bows down and tips an imaginary hat at you, the figure following him approaches. “Oi, James, what’re you doing bent over like- oh.”

The new boy shoves James off to the side and bends over to pick up your free hand and bring it up to his lips for a light peck. “Don’t bother with him love, my names Sirius, but you can call me whatever you want.”

Internally cringing, you slowly free your hand and wipe it on the back of your jeans before turning to Mrs. Potter, prepared to just ignore the last two incidents when she grabs both boys by their ears and tugs them away from you, towards their abandoned carts.

“Don’t mind them. Follow me dear!” she shouts over the two boys’ yelps of ‘ouch, mum, stopit’ and ‘im sorry, i’m sorry’ and ‘mum, not in public’ and ‘i’ll behave I promise’, not letting go until the six of you reach Mr. Potter and the carts.

Chuckling, your parents wrap their arms around your shoulders, Aleah taking Loki’s cage out of your hands to give you a break.

“See,” Rita speaks after pressing a kiss to your forehead ”You’re already making new friends and succumbing boys to your will! You’re gonna love it here Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes you catch up to Euphemia with a slight chuckle and watch as Mr. Potter just casually walks through the wall between platforms 9 and 10. “Okay Y/N, you and Sirius can go next, then me and James will go with- I’m sorry I never caught your names.”

“Oh, I’m Aleah, and this is my wife, Rita. We’re Y/N’s moms.” You look around, pleased to see that everyone’s face is left reaction-less and Euphemia continues. “Lovely. Y/N and Sirius, you’ll be next, then Rita and James, and I’ll walk in with you, Aleah

Everyone nods and you move to the front towards Sirius, your owl Loki by your side again.

“I can take your luggage” he offers and looks around expectantly, “Um… Where is all of your luggage..?“

Confused, you plainly state “I shrunk it all down to fit in my bag before we left. I just have to carry Loki’s cage. Don’t you guys do that in England?”

“Nah, we have to lug around clunky trolleys loded with trunks and-Yes Mrs. Potter!” Euphemia’s voice could be heard over the nearby chatter telling the two of you to hurry up.

Before you can even say anything Sirius grabs your hand and leads you to walk directly through the wall, giving you the chills once you reach to the other side.

When your family is reunited the hogwarts train toots its horn and the two boys are waiting while you say goodbye. “Alright guys, I love you. I’ll see you in a few months. And I know, I know, I’ll write you letters once a week and send you lots of pictures.” Giving both of your parents a hug and kiss on the cheek you smile over your shoulder and wave goodbye, unable to hear Rita’s soft cries over Loki’s hoots. “Okay buddy, I have to put you over here with the rest of the owls and someone will take you guys to the owlery when we get to the school, but you can come visit me any time. Just please, don’t manage too much mischief, okay buddy?.” Loki ruffles his feathers at you, as if trying to say ‘Who? Me? Never.’ before you give him a treat from your bag and hand him to the worker.

When you turn around again, James already started climbing into the train and Sirius is right behind you “Alright Doll, you’re stuck with me. Mr. Pretty Boy Potter over there is head boy and has to have a meeting for the first half of the train ride. But don’t worry, I’m sure Peter is hiding here somewhere and holding us a cabin.”

“Whatever you say Steely Dan” Sirius stops in the middle of walking up the train steps, causing you to run directly into his back “Jesus Christ-“

He turns around, looking equally amused and confused “What did you just call me?”

“Steely Dan. You know, the mellow rock band?” shaking his head he keeps walking and you follow. “Deacon Blues? Do It Again?” Sirius just keeps shaking his head at you and you shrug “Well anyways, you look like one of their members.”

Before he can think of a smug reply to that, a smaller and almost squirrelly looking boy pops out of one of the cabins and calls to Sirius “Pads! There you are, come on, come on. We’re in here.

Sirius walks into the small room where some of his friends from previous years sat. Peter, who you were just very briefly introduced to, ran out to use the restroom while two ladies your age were trading snacks and throwing crumpled up wrappers at eachother, not noticing anyone new walked in until Sirius spoke.

“Mary, Marlene meet….” It was at this moment that Sirius realized the two of you were never formerly introduced and he hadn’t caught your name from Mrs. Potter.

Looking from Sirius to the two girls who were now facing you, you stick out a hand and finish the introduction. “Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

The two smile at you and shake your hand before Marlene moves closer and practically drags you down to sit next to her. “American, wow! What’re you doing on this side of the Atlantic?”

Before you can even speak, Mary pushes Marlene against the seat to see you better and practically bursts with curiosity “American? Do they even have wizarding schools in America? Why are you coming to Hogwarts?”

“Well Mary, if you hadn’t interrupted her maybe she could tell us.”

Laughing and smiling at the two girls, you glance at Peter who just walked back in and nod before saying “Yes, I went to Illvermorny for the past six years. We just moved to England because one of my moms was hired to help out on an investigation, I’m not sure what it’s about though.”

“Is your mum an auror?” Peter squeaks out, sitting across from you and right next to Sirius.

Nodding, you take a sip out of the water bottle you drew from your bag and put it back only to find everyone gaping at you. “What…?”

“Y/N, do you know how bloody rare Aurors are? There’s hasn’t been a new one appointed in almost three years!”

“And they need to have mastered nearly every subject in school and be seriously skilled with a wand!” Peter says, interrupting Sirius.

“I mean yeah, I guess. But there are tons of aurors in America.”

“Well sure, but you lot have more land to cover than we do. And to be brought over here to work for the Ministry?”

“Yeah, they must really be desperate.” Mary mumbles under her breath while Marlene talks.

“Oh don’t mind her, she’s just jealous that Sirius has a new girlfriend. She’ll come around eventually. But either way, your mum has to be a total badass.”

“Yeah, I guess she is…” Contemplating for a second, you make eye contact with Sirius and in the most girly voice you could muster, squeak out “And Siri-kins, why’d you take me to a cabin with one of your former lovers, you bad bad boy you. You’ll pay for this later.” you mockingly say, pointing a finger at the man whose eyes are wide and face is flushed.

“Wh-what are you talking about Y/N. We’re not-“

“Oh Siri-kins, don’t start telling lies now. You know how mistress feels about naughty boys.” By this point everyone’s jaws in the cabin were on the floor as they looked between the two of you with shock and horror.

“Uh. Wh- no. Uh- um,“ Sirius kept stammering out, his eyes becoming wider and the only white thing on his blood red face.

“Kitty got your tongue Siri-kins?” You joke and when Sirius just looks at you, pale as a ghost with his mouth stuck open you aren’t able to hold it in any more and burst out laughing.

“I’m just kidding, we only met what?“ glancing down at your watch and looking back up at everyone “thirty minutes ago? We’re not dating. Right Siri-kins” you say with a smirk and a wink, causing the man to close his mouth and furrow his brows together, taking a moment to collect himself before continuing. “Um, r-right”

As Sirius stays still, frozen in place, the three other people in the compartment burst with laughter “Oh Y/N, I hope you get sorted into Gryffindor with us. No one has ever been able to shut up Padfoot like that” Marlene coughs out, wiping a tear away from her face and patting you on the back.

Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Sirius joins back in, trying to change the subject. “Yeah, how will that work? Are you going to be sorted with the first years today at dinner?”

“I got a letter from Dumbledore about that, apparently someone’s going to show me around the grounds of the school when we arrive, then I’m supposed to meet with Madam Pomfrey and make it back to dinner in time to be sorted with everyone else.”

You could tell that Mary was about to ask why you needed to meet with the matron healer of the school when there was a knock at the door and a kind lady with greying hair walks by asking if anyone wants to buy sweets.

Everyone stands and moves toward the door, pulling out gold coins from their pocket. “Oh, that reminds me” Taking a twenty dollar bill out of your bag you mumble a quick incantation to produce 2 galleons, 11 sickles, and 12 knuts.

You join everyone as Marlene walks away with her treats in hand. “Do they have chocolate frogs in the States?” She asks, tearing open the wrapper and showing one to you.

“No, definelty not. Are they actually made of - woah!” As you were speaking the frog jumps off the side of the box, heading towards the floor when you reach out and catch it, handing the chocolate back to Marlene.

“Nice reflexes, you could be a seeker with that. Although I’m not sure you know what that is… and no, it’s not actually made of frogs”

“Hey, I know that word!” you laugh out, moving closer to the cart to see what other sweets there were to choose from “I was a keeper at my old school.”

“You play quidditch?“ Mary and Peter say at the same time, looking at you in amazement while Sirius says “You’re a keeper?”

While they all begin talking about quidditch, you walk up to the snack cart and smile at the witch working it “Good morning miss.”

“Good morning! You’re new, I haven’t seen you around here before. What’ll you have? There’s Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Jelly Slugs, Liquorice wands, Pumpkin Pasties, and Iced Pumpkin Juice.”

You buy pumpkin juice and pasties, along with four chocolate frogs for later, saying that “they’re good for migraines”

“Oh that reminds me, Marge! Will you swing back around at the end so Remus can grab some chocolates?” Sirius says

“Of course! See you then.”

Closing the door as Marge the trolly witch moves onto the next compartments, you come to sit back with the rest of the group, juice and pastie in hand.

“So what’re the houses like here and how were you sorted? At Ilvermorny we stood in the middle of a marble room and waited for one of the creatures to claim us. If the Wampus wanted you then it’s statue would roar but the Pukwudgie would raise an arrow into the air if it wanted you instead. When I went up there the Horned Serpent’s gem glowed and the Thunderbird beat its wings, so I had to choose between those two.”

“Wait, you choose your own house in America?” Marlene asks you, obviously shocked and intrigued.

“Only if multiple houses say they want you. But that only happens maybe once a year.” You respond, waiting for someone to answer your question when Peter raises his hand.

Looking around at everyone you tilt your head to the side and smile at Peter. “You know you don’t need to raise your hand, right? You can just talk to me buddy.”

“Uh, right.” Blood rushes to his cheeks and Sirius ruffles his hair as Peter continues. “Well what do each of the houses mean? Do they represent anything?”

“Each house represents a different part of your existence. Wampus, the body, it likes warriors and fighters. Pukwudgie likes healers and represents the heart. The Horned Serpent represents the mind and favors scholars. Lastly, Thunderbird, my house, is the soul and calls out to adventures. But all of the houses intermingle and work together everyday.”

The five of you continue to compare houses at Hogwarts and Illvermorny for near an hour. Eventually the conversation moves to different courses and what the teachers are like.

“Wait, so your history of magic teacher is a ghost? That must be so cool? He was probably there for everything he’s talking about.”

“I wish…” Mary, who definitely warmed up to you, mumbles.

“Yeah. Binns is about as interesting as a doorknob. Not the most engaging conversationalist.” Sirius chimes in, playing with a lighter from his pocket while he lays with his back against the seat of the chair and his feet in the air against the wall.

The five of you keep on talking for a few more hours, mostly about any difference between the wizards of Europe and America. When you’re four hours into the eight hour trip the compartment door opens and two teens stumble in, literally.

As the red head looks over her shoulder to glare at James, she trips and you bolt from your chair to catch her before she hits the ground. “Woah there, are you okay?” You say after pulling her to stand back up, your hands still on her waist, steadying her in place.

Blushing as the two of you make eye contact, she just nods and stammers out a “Oh y-yeah. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to trip like that.”

“Oh don’t worry, you can fall for me any time you want, Miss Head Girl” you say with a cheeky smirk and wink after glancing down at her badge.

Taking a step back and letting go of her waist, you stick a hand out a smile at her “Y/N. And I’m not Sirius’s girlfriend.”

It takes a second but she finally comes out of her trance and shakes hands with you “Lily. And same.”

“Come on guys you’re making me stand in the middle of the hallway. Scoot innnnn.” James whines from behind Lily, quickly moving inside of the compartment when you take your seat and Lily sits next to Peter.

“So you’re the American James was telling me about? Did you actually go to Illvermorny? Or is that just a myth.”

“Oh come off-it Lils. We already went over this. Illvermorny is real, Y/N went there for 6 years, she’s here because one of her moms was hired for a new job, and she is immune to my charms. Now onto more pressing matters. Do you have the stuff??”

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Lily pulls out three magazines from her bag. On the cover of each is a barely clad girl on top of a muscle car, motorcycle, or other girl and Sirius dramatically kisses her cheek in gratitude.

“Have I told you how ravishing you look today? You’re truly my favorite ginger.” Holding the magazines close to his heart, Lily rolls her eyes at the man besides her and says “Sirius, you’re starting to sound like James.”

Taking a moment to consider this, Sirius eventually nods and hands the girl three chocolate frogs “You’re right mate. Here you go. Pleasure doing business with ya.”

Laughing at this, you softly nudge Marlene with your shoulder and ask her where the bathroom is. Following her directions everything goes without a hitch until you try to make your way back to the compartment.

“Okay so I know I walked out to the right, made a left, and the bathrooms were off to the right. But how far did I have to walk before I made the first turn…” you mumble to yourself, standing in the middle of the hallway, before deciding to try one of the doors a few paces behind you. Turning around, you collide with someone’s chest and the both of you stumble back a few steps before you look up at your victim.

“Shit, I’m sorry dude. Are you okay?“ You look up at the man you hit and rub your forehead slightly after hitting his prefect badge. The man looked down on you with his eyebrows raised in annoyance. He has curly black hair cut short to frame his face and looked to be about a year younger than you. He wore haughty green and silver robes and you’d have to be lying if you said he didn’t look a little intimidating.

Brushing off a little dust from his shoulder, he said without a hint of emotion “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Your words, not mine” you mumble under your breath and tuck a few pieces of hair behind your ear.

“What?“ he says as you cock your head to the side and smile up at him. “Oh nothing. I’m just looking for my cabin. Any chance you’d be able to help me real quick? I’m not from around here, in case you couldn’t tell.”

Contemplating it for a second, he stares at you and nods. “I saw you walking in with my brother. I’ll take you to his cabin.”

“Thanks Ace! I owe you one.” You beam up at the man and follow him as he walks you in the opposite direction you were originally heading.

“What’d you call me?”

“Ace. It’s like a nickname. I mean I can call you buddy or sunshine if you want. But you’re helping me out… sooooo we’re friends now. And friends have nicknames.” you say matter of factly, reflecting his same confused expression.

“Or you can just call me by my name.”

“Well I don’t know your name, Silly Goose.”

“Regulus. Just call me Regulus.”

“Okay Reggie.”

At this, Regulus stops walking, causing you to run into one of his shoulders as he turns around to look at you, eyes full of annoyance and amusement as he speaks “Are all Americans like this?”

“Just the good ones.” You grin and blow on a noise maker which you summoned out of thin air and watch as it unfolds directly in front of Regulus’ face before continuing. “Do all Brits have vainglorious names?”

“Just the good ones.” He replies to you, smirking slightly and taking the noise maker from your face, using it to point at the door directly to your left. “You should be in there.”

Opening the door, you shout over your shoulder as Regulus keeps walking past you. “I saw that smile! I told you we’d be friends Reggie, thanks!”

He holds his hand up and waves it once at you before turning the corner and walking away, rolling his eyes but smiling slightly to himself.

Walking into the cabin, everyone looks at you with their eyebrows raised except for Sirius who has his furrowed.

“Who were you talking to Y/N?” Marlene asks as you close the door and sit next to her.

“Oh that’s my new bff. We go way back to like, five cabins ago. His name is Regulus.” You say with an amused smile and shrug “I got a little lost coming from the bathrooms and he helped me back. Said he was someone’s brother too.” Taking a bite out of an apple you grab from your bag, you glance around at everyone who just stares between you and Sirius. “What..?”

“That was my brother… So he’s doing okay then?”

“I mean yeah. Just a little brooding, but it works for him, am I right?” You raise your eyebrows up and down at Marlene who is trying not to snort out her pumpkin juice, covering up her laugh.

Before anyone can respond, the cabin door slams open and an exhausted, out of breath man with slightly tattered clothing and shaggy hair stumbles in and throws himself down on the bench, draping one long leg over the side of the chair and throwing his head against James’ shoulder.

“Bloody Americans. Dumbledore wants me to escort this new student when we get to Hogwarts but I can’t find them. I’ve searched this train up and back four times in the last two hours for someone I’ve never even seen before. All that I have to go on is that they’re in our year and American. That’s it. Do you know how many Hufflepuffs I’ve tapped on the shoulder, asking if they’re new students, only for them to say we’ve had classes together for the past six years?!?!? I feel like Pads!”

This is interrupted by a short “Hey!” coming from the Sirius in the corner but Remus isn’t phased and continues his spiel.

“I mean bloody hell. I just wanted to find this student before the train arrives at Hogwarts so I don’t have to fight through the crowd looking for them. Why can’t Americans just wear red white and blue all of the time… it would make this a hell of a lot easier.” Finally done with the rant, everyone glances at you while he takes a short breath in. James is about to say something as Remus exhales and relaxes against him but you shake your head and swallow another bite of your apple.

With a stretch you wrap your arms around the back of the seat and speak with a smirk. “Ugh. I know, right? Bloody Americans…. Should’ve kept our tea out of the water, that’s what I always say. I mean, the audacity of those failed colonizers.” Your voice is completely laced with sarcasm and amusement as Marlene snickers next to you and covers her mouth to keep from laughing.

A moment of silence passes as the new guy slowly lifts his head from James’ shoulder and stares at you. “Oh shit.”

Smiling, you tip an imaginary cowboy hat at him and wink “Howdy, colonizer.”

James laughs and nudges his buddy with his shoulder “Remus, mate, this is Y/N. Y/N, Remus. We met earlier today on the platform and she’s been sitting here with us… the entire time.”

Holding out a hand, you smile and nod at the man sitting directly across from you. Shaking hands, you move to lean back in the seat and take a bite of your apple “So,” swallowing, you continue “you’re my fancy tour guide. How fun! If you want I can change into my old school’s robes. You know, keep the red white and blue going so you don’t loose track of me. Ooh! Better yet, I’ll pull out a star spangled banner! You know how we always have one of those on hand. Then, if I ever get lost in the crowd, I’ll just wave it in the sky and you can come find me!”

Blinking at you with a blank look on his face, Remus just turns to James and Peter before saying “Are you sure she’s not related to Sirius.”

Raising an eyebrow and turning to face Sirius, you grin as Marlene and Mary giggle beside you, knowing what you’re about to do “Oh Siri-kins! Be a good boy and tell your little friend we aren’t related.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Sirius turns to look out the window, hiding the slight blush creeping up his cheeks while he mumbles out “We aren’t related. And we’re not dating.”

Once you’re satisfied you smile back at Remus before taking another bite out of your apple. He raises his eyebrows and darts his eyes between you and Sirius before shrugging and dropping his head back against James’ shoulder with closed eyes. “Hi Y/N. I’m Remus. I’ll be your tour guide today. Yada yada yada. Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy your time here or whatever… I promise I’ll be better enthused when I actually give you the tour later but for now…” perfectly on cue, Remus let’s out a long yawn and drapes his jacket over his face and torso, apparently taking a nap.

At this, Peter turns to Lily and whispers in her ear “Do they really have all of that… the Americans?”

“No wormtail, she’s just joking….. I think”

Another two hours on the train pass by and nothing meaningful happens. You witness James unabashedly hitting on Lilly while Peter falls asleep on her shoulder. Mary doses off while looking out the window and Marlene tells you the latest gossip in between reading different magazines because “Even though you don’t know anyone yet, Y/N, the more you familiarize yourself with Hogwarts and its people the better. So stay away from Lockheart, even if he is a little cute.” Remus was still laying against James’ shoulder and trying to sleep with a jacket covering his face. You eventually tell Sirius to come sit next to you so you could show him your collection of Sports Illustration magazines, which completely makes up for you picking on him all day.

When there’s just under two hours left in the train ride, Lily gently places Peter’s head on the cushion where Sirius previously sat while James softly shakes Remus awake, asking if he was feeling okay. The three leave the compartment to finish out their duties while Remus mumbles something about having his usual migraine.

A little while later Mary wakes up and you let Sirius pick out one issue to have if he promises not to hit on you for the next month. Once he picks, Marlene and Mary are waiting for you to walk to the bathroom with them and change into the school uniforms.

When the three of you come back changed, Peter is still sleeping but had black marks on his face drawn in the shape of a goatee while Sirius giggles like a schoolgirl.

Scolding him, Mary takes a napkin from her pocket and starts to rub at Peter’s face which only makes the situation worse and wakes him up. Sighing the two boys eventually leave to go get changed as well, leaving you alone with the girls.

Mary seemed to be over her affliction from this morning while you and Marlene probably grew the closest out of everyone in the cabin. You even offered to help unload everyone’s luggage from the overhead rack and before you knew it, it was time to depart from the train.

You follow the four people out of your cabin and wait with them for a carriage until someone taps you on the shoulder.