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A cute Porg has found Loki’s helmet!
Tattoo design for @gyoroandururun
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Not long woke up and my friend has automatically won on the birthday card front. Thanks so much @gyoroandururun
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The reveals for "Love, Hoe" are here - and here's the masterlist of all stories:
Ghosts by @sourlander Poe Dameron sees the ghost of a certain someone every other day.
Lovebirds by @gerdavonrinnlingen The town of Old Otterhampton eagerly awaits the heir to Hux Manor and Poe discovers he has a weakness for gangly redhead @s...
Among the Midway Lights by @chromium-siren When a young cadet meets an aspiring pilot at a carnival, sparks fly.
The Right Touch by @hiersinddrachen Armitage Hux never liked getting touched. When he gets an offer he can't refuse, will it turn out that he really doesn't, or that he just hasn't had the right touch?
Backwards by @emseebeans “Rumor has it you’re being stubborn, Hugs.” Hux swiveled around to see Poe leaning against the entryway of the work station. As usual, the sight of his annoyingly handsome face made Hux’s stomach flutter pleasantly against his permission. Not for the first time, Hux wished he could tamp the feeling down. He had successfully avoided Poe since the other night, and he hadn’t been looking forward to crossing paths again.
Poe Dameron's amazing plan to take down the First Order by @gyoroandururun Heart and hand day is coming up. Poe decides to have a little fun over the holonet with a certain cranky First Order General.
RV Having Fun Yet? by @maudezbornak Based off the Love, Hoe prompt: "Poe goes on a road trip with Hux to celebrate their college graduation. This includes going to cheesy roadside attractions, getting spicy at a drive in movie theater, and helping a diner waitress quit her boring job."
#gingerpilot#gingerpilot fic#gingerpilot fiction#poe dameron#armitage hux#poe x hux#star wars#gingerpilot exchange
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Week of July 24, Shark Week!
Drabbles:
Title: Two Astrophysicists Lost in Universes - Trouble
Author: @muffinengineer86
Rating: Teens & up
Pairing: Darcy Lewis & Jane Foster
Genre: action, drama
Warning: space stuff
Summary: Darcy and Jane stole some spaceships because they ended up traveling the multiverse. It was now coming back to them and causing trouble. Jane told some boys off, and Darcy handed out cookies.
Prompt: swimming with bowlegged women
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title: Portal Mania
author: @ibelieveinturtles
rating: G
characters: Darcy Lewis
tags/warnings: n/a
Summary: There's only room for so many people-and portals-in Jane and Darcy's lab.
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Title: We're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat
Author: @iamartemisday
Rating: PG
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster
Tags/Warnings: None
Summary: Hopefully, they won't die.
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Title: Party boat.
Author: @gyoroandururun
Rating: G.
Characters: Darcy/Loki (cameos: Tony, Steve, Wanda and Pietro).
Tags/warnings: N/A.
Summary: Darcy just can't get any peace.
Moodboards:
Title: Two Astrophysicists Lost in Universes - Too many Captains
Creator: MuffinEngineer86
Rating: Teens & up
Pairing: Darcy Lewis & Jane Foster
Genre: action, drama
Warning: space stuff
Summary: Darcy and Jane stole some spaceships because they ended up traveling the multiverse. It was now coming back to them and causing trouble.
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title: Portal Mania
creator: ibelieveinturtles
rating: G
Genre: Multiverse/Alternate Universe
Summary: There's only room for so many people-and portals-in Jane and Darcy's lab.
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Title: Once in a lifetime.
Creator/writer: Gyoro/Gyoro and Ururun.
Rating: Gen.
Genre: Adventure.
Summary: Darcy gets to see Asgard.
NSFW Alternates:
Gingersnap_AB — Today at 2:40 PM
Title: Swallow you whole
By: Gingersnap_AB
Characters: Darcy/Brock and a little Jack
Rating: M
Tags/warnings: A little spicy but nothing explicit
Summary: Darcy and Brock are being watched on their vacation
From his vantage point in the waves, the merman watched the two humans as they kissed in a hidden sandy cove. The woman was petite, curvy, gloriously filling out a small red bikini, her large straw hat abandoned as her lover – a delicious specimen of male indeed – worked his hand into her bottoms and nipped at her chest. He had perfect hair, an eight pack Jack could see from the ocean and fascinating drawings over his arms. The merman felt his mouth water in delight.
“Oh, I could just swallow you both whole,” he muttered. “And I think I shall.”
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Title: Shark Week
Characters: Darcy & Wanda
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: none
Summary: Darcy and Wanda in the kitchen.
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Title: Show us how good you are
Characters: Darcy, Loki and Steve
Rating: M
Warnings: None
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Title: Darcy Lewis Bingo Weekly Drabble Challenge ch 4
Rating: E
Pairing: Darcy/Johnny Storm
Genre: smut (oral sex, orgasm denial, femdom)
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title: Prompt #4 - Swallow You Whole
author: @aenariasbookshelf
rating: PG (it's more suggestive than NSFW, but as this prompt inspired it more than the other one, I'm posting it here)
characters: Darcy/Steve
tags/warnings: none (like I said, suggestive rather than nsfw)
summary: Mermaid AU
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And that’s the week in Darcy Lewis Bingo Headquarters Challenges! See you next week for the next roundup!
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🌹 + Snily
Fandom: hp
Ship: snily
Rating: g
Prompt: 🌹 (love confession)
read it here! (quite short, about 500 words)
lmk if you wanted to be added to a hp tag list! (or snily specific/excluding snily/etc.)
#snily#hp#hp fanfic#fanfic by maven#severus snape#lily evans#fluff#fanfic requests#gyoroandururun#letters#snapesource
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So Hard to Bear
For: @gyoroandururun
Ship: Darcy Lewis/Loki
Word Count: 1279
Rating: T
Sweetheart Prompt: Heat Wave
Other Tags: Hot Weather, Crash Landing, Airplane Crashes, Desert Island Fic, Desert Island, What is the opposite of huddling for warmth, huddling for cool down, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Cuddling & Snuggling, Flirting
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Darcy’s arms flopped out to the side, her knees falling open as she stared up into the makeshift ceiling of the hut she had made out of the only piece of the fuselage that wasn’t incinerated in the crash.
It kept out rain, but it was hot as hell in here. Hot as fuck.
Hell. Fuck. Neither of those things was technically happening. Nothing was happening. It had been two days and she’d eaten more coconut and unseasoned fish than she ever cared to again. And if anyone was thinking that they could season the fish with the coconut somehow, they were dead wrong, because it just didn’t work.
Loki had promised her they’d be rescued by now. What the hell was keeping everyone?
They should have landed two days ago in Sydney to meet up with Jane. But instead… here they were. By her count, it was Valentine’s Day and her date was probably missing her.
Scratch that, her date was probably thrilled as tits that he didn’t have to take her out on Singles’ Awareness Day.
But everyone else, though… did they just not know they were missing? Or maybe they didn’t know where? She and Loki had tried to find the radio but had come up empty-handed. Not to mention that the plane was one of those auto-piloted deals SHIELD had for ease of travel. So there was no pilot to help them either.
Whatever the reason, Darcy Lewis was approaching day three of being stuck on an uncharted tropical island with Thor’s brother and she was going insane.
Loki refused to bed down with her, preferring instead to keep an ever constant vigil for wild animals or whatever else there was on this island. Even though Darcy had only seen some turtles and seagulls so far. And the expanse of the island itself wasn’t super wide. She could see all around it from where they were sitting. So she figured he was just using that as an excuse not to have to deal with her.
And she honestly couldn’t complain about that either. Considering the heat, she didn’t want anyone surprise spooning her in the middle of the night. Even if it was Loki.
He was easy on the eyes, but she was stuck on an island. She didn’t have time for ogling the Asgardians. Who was she kidding? She’d always have time for that. And she did ogle that ass while he was spearing fish in the ocean.
Thank whoever for Loki’s ass and his ability to fish without a pole.
But what if the others never found them? What if she was stuck here with Loki until those sea turtles got tired of her and started turning carnivorous?
She sighed again, flopping out further and wondering how many days was a sufficient amount of time to drop her duds and go nude. Because as much fun as stumbling around the sand in a ripped pencil skirt and the matching blouse was, it was much too humid for propriety.
But given how Loki had been averting his eyes practically the entire time they’d been out here, she was pretty sure she’d break his brain if she let the ladies loose.
“Darcy?” A soft voice sounded at the ‘door’ of her hut. It was really just a torn tarp that she’d tossed over the open end of the fuselage.
“Yes?” she asked. “Who is it?” That last part was meant to be a joke, and it must have landed because she could practically hear Loki rolling his eyes as he ignored it.
“I could help you with your… overheating issue.”
“I could help me too. By stripping buck ass nude and getting an all-over tan,” she quipped.
He was silent for a moment. “As tempting as that sounds, will you allow me to try something first?”
In all the weeks she’d known him, he was many things. An asshole. Snarky to a fault. Manipulative. But all of that she encountered on a daily basis from multiple other sources. What she wasn’t prepared for was how disinterested in her he was.
Why it took the two of them crash-landing on an island together to even begin to dialogue past ‘good morning’ and ‘hmm’.
And this? This was practically a proposal of marriage as far as Darcy was concerned. Because if he could help her overheating problem? She’d hella marry him.
“Please. If you don’t mind.”
He pulled back the tarp and stepped inside the fuselage. The hut. Calling it a fuselage made her a little queasy. He wasn’t in his usual regalia. But from what she could understand, he magicked his clothes on and changed them at will. Right now, he was wearing a linen shirt and matching trousers that hung loosely from his hips. As he moved closer, the shirt disappeared and he paused at the end of her bedroll. He stood there, craning forward because the space was shorter than he was, but still looking majestic as fuck. All lean muscle and pale skin in the moonlight. Artists depicted this kind of thing on romance novel covers. “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.
Darcy swallowed thickly. “No. Not at all.”
He bent and crawled, angling himself so he could slide in behind her.
“No offense, Lokes, but cooling off doesn’t involve cuddling. That’s kind of the opposite, actually.”
He chuckled softly. “With me, it’s different. Now roll away from me and face that wall.”
She did as he instructed, tensing as he slid his arm around her waist and slotted himself against her back, his knees pressing against hers while his head rested on the seat cushion she was resting hers on.
His skin felt cool to the touch. Something she’d noticed before and hadn’t really thought anything of. But now it was nice.
“Keep looking that way,” he murmured. Darcy cheated and cut her eyes down, watching as his arm changed. Starting presumably at his shoulder and moving down, it darkened to what she couldn’t really make out in the low light, but she presumed was dark blue.
His skin went icy and she inhaled, the sound sharp and pointed in the relative silence. “What--”
“My true form,” he explained. “I am Jotun, not Asgardian. A frost giant.”
“You’re not so giant, though…” Darcy whispered dumbly as she snuggled back against him. “But you feel amazing.”
He huffed out another chuckle. “I’m pleased you think so.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” she said, unsure of why she was still talking, but probably because she was starved for interaction.
“That’s a Midgardian custom I’m not aware of…” he trailed off.
“There’s lots of history behind it, but it’s basically a day where people spend too much money on crap to try and trick people into thinking they care.”
“You have a lot of holidays involving that sort of thing, don’t you?” he asked with a laugh.
Darcy joined in on that one. “Yeah, now that you mention it…”
“I take it you had plans?” he asked.
“Yeah. With this guy in accounting. He was going to take me to a bar.”
“Sounds charming,” he deadpanned.
“Yeah, but it beat staying at home alone like a loser.”
“I’m sure this pales in comparison,” he ventured.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Darcy replied. “This is the most action I’ve gotten in months.”
His laugh was a little louder this time. “Actually… the same could be said for me. It’s the most action I’ve gotten since coming to Midgard.”
“I’m pleased to be able to show you my moves of just laying there,” Darcy said. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.
“Immensely,” he replied. And it sounded the most genuine out of everything else they’d just said.
“Yeah. Me too,” she whispered. Barely loud enough to hear, but his arm tightened around her waist anyway.
#Tasertricks#Darcy Lewis#Loki#Darcy x Loki#Loki x Darcy#Sweetheart Prompts#gyoroandururun#My writing
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Merry Christmas, @GyoroandUrurun!
Happy Christmas, friend! I tried combining a few of your likes into one story, I hope it's all right <333
Read on AO3
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Pluit
"This is a joke, right?"
"One can only dream," Magnus says with a smile, earning himself a sour look from the Shadowhunter at his side. "What?" he demands, turning to better see a scowl that shouldn't be that hot. He lifts their joined arms and shakes them in the Shadowhunter's face. The ribbons tying their wrists together have long, trailing ends, and they flutter with the movement. "You think I wanted this?"
The Shadowhunter just keeps scowling hotly at him, and Magnus continues.
"You think I want to be tied to you?" he asks, ignoring the voice in his head telling him that that might not be so bad. He's been there, done that, and he swore it'd never happen again. And after decades of breaking his own promises to himself, he'd finally, finally gotten this one to stick.
"We'll fix it," the Shadowhunter seethes at him, his voice a low hiss, and an involuntary shiver makes its way down Magnus's spine, igniting a small spark of rage.
"We will," Magnus growls, and he storms off, delighting in how the Shadowhunter stumbles forward after him.
Not so graceful after all, he thinks, and he knows it's unkind but he doesn't much care. If it weren't for him, this Shadowhunter would still be the plaything of what's most likely a trickster demon of some sort. The least he could do is be grateful.
"You could have at least said thank you," he says, pushing through the sand in long strides. They're on a deserted stretch of rocky beach, where Magnus had been enjoying a lovely stroll when he'd come across this Shadowhunter bound from head to foot in gold and black ribbons. He'd sent a bolt of magic flying toward him to cut him loose - he tries to be kind despite everything, after all - and it'd all been fine until the ribbons shot forward, the black ones turning to cobalt blue as they wrapped themselves around Magnus's wrist. He'd been tugged torward the Shadowhunter's side and found to his dismay that the other end of the ribbons were tied firmly around the Shadowhunter's wrist. He found to his greater dismay that no matter how hard they pulled, the ribbons were stuck tight. His magic wouldn't work to cut them free, and neither would the Shadowhunter's weapons.
"Looks like we're in this together," he'd said brightly, trying to remain positive and not give into the panic attempting to claw its way out of him, and all he'd received in return was a blank look. Yes, it wasn't one of his best lines, but still…he surely deserved better.
The Shadowhunter's back to scowling as they're making their way up the beach, and the more they walk, the more irritated Magnus becomes. He doesn't know why, but every little thing's pricking at him. The panic of being tied down, the silence, the anger radiating off the person he's been shackled to, the fact that that person is a Shadowhunter and would very likely have no problem destroying him if it meant that he got the chance to go free.
"What were you even doing?" he asks. He gets a grunt in response. "Were you attempting to do something well? Because if so, I'd say you failed. Miserably."
"You think I don't know that?" the Shadowhunter asks. His voice is low again, and raspy, and there's a note of something almost like heartbreak in it, but Magnus refuses to believe it. Shadowhunters, in his experience, don't hold much with finer feelings.
"I don't know what you think," Magnus fires back. "Seeing as how you've spoken a truly astonishing three complete sentences to me in the brief time we've known each other, and each one of them quite rude." He can't help but laugh. "I don't even know your name. I'm bound to you for quite possibly the foreseeable future and I don't even know what to call you."
The Shadowhunter at least has the decency to look slightly chastened.
"Alec," he says eventually and mostly to Magnus's chin. He swallows, and Magnus watches as his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. It shouldn't look that good. "I'm Alec Lightwood."
"Oh joy," Magnus says, unable to help himself. "I'm tethered to a Lightwood. Could my day get any better?"
As if on cue, the sky opens up, and rain begins to fall. A heavy, drenching rain that apparently knows all the little openings in his clothes, given how quickly he can feel water seeping in. He fights down another shiver as he looks over at Alec.
"I suppose you want to make a run for it," he says dryly, noticing with some small satisfaction that Alec's started to look a bit like a drowned rat.
"You got a better idea?" Alec asks, and actually, Magnus does.
"Of course I do," he says, already bringing up his free right hand to create the portal. He's never tried to do it one-handed before, but it should still work. Hopefully.
It, of course, does not.
No matter how hard he waves his hand, the most he's able to get is a few pitiful blue sparks. He tries snapping his fingers, but they're too wet to be of any use in that department.
"I thought you could just do magic without all the hand gestures," Alec says very helpfully in his left ear. The rain's become so loud that he's had to lean in close and his breath is warm on Magnus's skin. Too warm. Magnus steps away.
"It helps me focus," he shouts, that nasty need of his to always explain himself popping up at the absolute best time. He keeps trying, going so far as to swipe his wet hands across his equally wet trousers, right up until Alec finally rolls his eyes and steps forward, pulling Magnus along with him. He walks fast, and he doesn't once break stride, not even with Magnus doing his darndest to dig his heels in at every available opportunity.
"Where are you taking me?" Magnus yells into the rain and the wind. Alec doesn't answer, and he doesn't stop until they're standing in front of a large, dark house.
"No," Magnus says, as their steps grind to a halt. "I'm not going in there."
"You don't really have much choice," Alec says. He's squinting at him, just as hotly as he'd been scowling earlier.
"You'll ruin...that," he adds, waving his free hand in the general direction of Magnus's coattails, and Magnus can't help but laugh.
"It's already ruined," he says, and there's a note of sorrow in his voice that he really wishes wasn't there. He adores this coat, and he's had a long time with it to adore it, but Alec doesn't need to know about any of that.
"I have alcohol," Alec offers, and that's enough to make Magnus forget about his clothes for a second.
"What kind?" he asks.
"Does it matter?" Alec counters, and no, Magnus supposes it doesn't matter at all.
"Lead on then," he says, plastering a big fake smile on his face and gesturing with his free hand toward the house. Alec blinks at him for a long moment, and then, with a tug at the ribbons binding them, begins to walk inside.
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The inside of the house is just as dark as the outside of the house, but it's drier, and the alcohol turns out to be a very lovely bottle of Pétrus.
"You don't want to get dried off first?" Alec asks, while he's very kindly holding the bottle firmly between his very nice thighs. He's got his free hand holding the neck of the bottle while Magnus is doing his best with the corkscrew they'd found in a sticky drawer.
"Nope," Magnus says, popping the p because it's annoying and he's still annoyed. His magic isn't working any better inside the house than out of it, and he's reduced to using hand tools. "I want to be drunk."
Alec raises an eyebrow at him, but he doesn't comment.
Instead, he asks, "And what do you want to do after you're drunk?"
"I don't know," Magnus shrugging one shoulder. "Pass out? Wake up to none of this having happened?"
Alec rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, because that's likely," he says, and Magnus gives him a disgusted look.
"I know," he says, turning so he's right in Alec's face. This close he can see flecks of green in Alec's hazel eyes, and it makes him even more annoyed. It's not fair that he's tied to a Shadowhunter in the first place, and it's especially not fair that said Shadowhunter is absurdly attractively his type while at the same time being revoltingly unpleasant personality-wise. "You asked what I wanted, not what I thought would happen."
"What do you think is going to happen?"
"No idea," Magnus says, right as the cork comes free with a satisfying pop. He considers it for a moment, and then tilts the bottle up, taking an even more satisfying swig of wine. It's rich and warm going down his throat and he can't help but sigh after he's finished. "Oh that's good."
He's about to drink some more when Alec wraps his hand around the neck of the bottle and pulls it toward himself.
"Hey," Magnus protests, but Alec ignores him, tipping the bottle up just as Magnus had done and drinking deeply. Magnus watches, mesmerized by the bobbing of Alec's Adam's apple when a thought occurs to him.
"Not so fast," he says, wrenching the bottle out of Alec's hands. "You'll make yourself sick."
"Didn't know you cared," Alec says, his voice suddenly much deeper and his breathing heavier. Magnus absolutely does not think about what that would sound like in other situations, in other rooms.
"I don't," he says, taking another long drink of wine and then gesturing at their bound wrists. "But we are rather tied together at the moment and there's nowhere for me to go if you decide to be violently ill from drinking too much, too fast."
"I suppose that makes sense," Alec says, and Magnus rolls his eyes.
"You suppose," he says, drinking deeply from the wine again. He stops, sputtering, when he feels a sharp kick to his leg. "What the hell was that for?"
"Maybe I don't want you getting sick all over me either," Alec says, and Magnus can't be sure but he thinks he's smirking. Hotly. Unfairly.
"Aren't you just the soul of compassion," he says, flopping down miserably beside Alec on the sofa. Some of the wine sloshes out of the bottle and lands on his hand. He starts licking at it, only because it'd be a shame to waste such good, expensive wine. He starts licking more slowly when he notices Alec watching him.
"See something you like?" he asks, smirking back. He enjoys the way Alec's gaze lingers on his mouth, and because he can't not, he licks his lips. Alec jumps in his seat. Or he tries to, only to get pulled right back down. Magnus tugs at the ribbons binding them, if only to make a point. "Going somewhere?"
"No," Alec says, making a face. Magnus raises an eyebrow at him and the face clears. Alec runs his hand through his wet hair. "I mean, yes."
"There's another one of those in the kitchen," he adds after a long stretch of silence in which they just sort of stare dumbly at each other. "I want it."
"Sure you do," Magnus says, doing his best to get to his feet. Alec wraps a hand around his wrist after a few failed attempts, and it's only because of the promise of more wine that Magnus allows it. "But if you insist…"
"I really do," Alec says, pulling him to his feet in one swift movement, and, even though no one is likely to in this dank, deserted place, Magnus decides that should someone magically appear and ask, he'll just say it's the dizziness keeping him quiet.
*
It's several bottles later when Magnus, sprawled across the, rather ugly once he got a chance to look at it, sofa asks, "So what were you trying to do?"
"On the beach," he adds, noticing the white blur out of the corner of his eye that's got to be Alec turning his face toward him. He'd turn his head to look back, but he'd probably be ill if he did. He's feeling rather...sloshy, his usual high tolerance for alcohol having apparently flitted off after his magic when that ran out.
He doesn't let himself wonder whether he'll get either of them back.
"What were you trying to do?" he asks again instead, and it takes a long, long time, but eventually...Alec answers.
"I wanted a soulmate," he says, his voice low and thick.
"You thought you'd find one at the beach?" Magnus asks, raising his eyebrow even though they're not looking at each other.
"Special beach," Alec says, knocking his shoulder into Magnus's. Magnus swallows down the bile that threatens to crawl up his throat. "S'got magic."
"Uh huh," Magnus says, slowly, "what kind of magic?"
He's never heard of this beach being any kind of magical, whether warlock or Seelie or otherwise.
"Dunno," Alec says, sliding down further in his seat. His head ends up resting on Magnus's shoulder, and Magnus lets him stay there, if only because he isn't too sure he wants to try shrugging him off.
"But you wanted a soulmate so you came anyway," he says instead. Alec nods against his arm. "Not very Shadowhunter-like of you, I must say."
Alec simply hums, poking his nose into Magnus's arm.
"Aren't you supposed to find a nice Shadowhunter girl, marry her, and produce dozens of perfect little Shadowhunter babies?" Magnus asks. "It's been a while since I really cared but I thought that's what your sort did."
"Awww you cared."
"Did not," Magnus says immediately, his cheeks burning, quite against his will, at being caught out.
"You did once," Alec says, and before Magnus can argue, he adds, "I didn't want to marry a girl."
"Why not?" Magnus asks, his heart threatening to climb into his throat.
"Because I wanted to marry a boy."
Magnus swallows and shifts in his seat.
"They don't let you do that?"
Alec shakes his head.
"Can't make dozens of perfect little Shadowhunter babies if you're married to a boy."
"No I suppose you couldn't," Magnus says. He chews on his lip, thinking, and then he asks, "So, magical soulmate beach?"
Alec snorts out a laugh.
"Yeah," he says, "Sister's idea."
"She knows about you?"
"No," Alec says. "I mean, she doesn't...know I'm gay but she said I needed rest."
"Why'd you need rest?" Magnus asks, even though it's really none of his business and also he doesn't care. Much.
"Accident," Alec says, and an inexplicable thrill shoots down Magnus's spine.
"What happened?"
Alec shifts, digging his chin into Magnus's arm until Magnus is forced to look at him.
"I nearly died," Alec says, with an oddly serene smile on his face. "And it wouldn't have been so bad but my sister was there and…"
"And you survived for her."
"Yeah," Alec says, that smile still in place. Magnus keeps looking into his eyes, expecting to see tears, but they never come. He doesn't know if that makes him sad or not. Emotions only get in the way for Shadowhunters. They don't hold much with them, call them distractions, or so he's always heard. He just...somehow thought it'd be different here, in this dark house, after the wine. With him.
"And you decided to come here and rest and get a soulmate while you were at it."
Alec nods.
"Why?"
"Because," he says, after a long pause, "then I wouldn't be so alone."
"I see," Magnus says, because he does. He hates that he does but, well… "You know it's not your soulmate's job to fix your problems."
Alec nods his head again, his eyes slowly closing.
"You shouldn't be with someone just because you don't want to be alone," Magnus says. "Soulmate or not."
"I know," Alec says, so quietly he's nearly whispering. "But it'd be nice to have someone."
"It would," Magnus says, just as quietly. A moment passes, and then he asks, "How much did we have anyway?"
Alec laughs. It's a nice sound, Magnus will admit.
"Too much probably," Alec says. "I won't tell anyone if you won't."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Magnus murmurs. Alec snorts out a laugh. Magnus lets himself enjoy it, lets himself enjoy the way the skin by the corners of Alec's eyes crinkles before he asks, "So any idea how long we're going to be stuck like this?"
"Not a clue," Alec says, and Magnus finds himself laughing.
"We got more wine?" he asks. "I think...we need some more."
He doesn't, really, but he's feeling marvelously...fizzy all of a sudden and he'd rather like the feeling to last a bit longer.
"You know," Alec says, sitting up straighter and smiling brightly at him and oh that is nice. Magnus could look at that for a long, long time. "I think we do."
*
Next thing he knows it's morning. He blinks his eyes open and instantly regrets it, the daylight streaming through one of the windows doing its utmost best to sear his retinas.
"Ow," he says, putting a hand to his aching forehead.
"Took you long enough," says a voice from in front of him, and it's only because he's never heard it before that he opens his eyes again. There's a girl in front of him, a woman really, in a tight red dress and impossibly high heels, and her features are familiar enough that it doesn't take much guessing to figure out who she is.
"You're Alec's sister," he says, doing his best to sit up and instantly regretting that too. Not that he gets far, what with how he's still bound to Alec, but the sloshiness from last night is present in fuller force than before and well, he just hopes there's a lavatory somewhere close by.
"Izzy," she says, coming closer. He half expects her to stick out a hand for him to shake, but she doesn't, settling instead for staring at him with her eyes narrowed and her arms crossed over her chest. "You're Magnus Bane."
"The one and only," Magnus says, a little breathlessly. He swallows as hard as he can to force the bile back down his throat.
"What are you doing with my brother?" Izzy asks, somehow narrowing her eyes further.
"Nothing untoward, I promise you," Magnus says, holding his hands up. Alec's right arm comes up too, still as tied to Magnus's left arm as it ever was, and Magnus can't help but sigh. "I was merely out for a walk along the beach when I happened upon your brother and well…"
He waves his arm and Alec's, and he's surprised when Alec doesn't stir at all. He'd half expected a blade to the chest.
"He didn't," Izzy says, her eyes growing wide.
"He didn't what?" Magnus asks, glancing back. Alec's started to scowl in his sleep and it's...adorable.
"Ugh," Izzy says, dropping her arms and clenching her hands into fists. She stomps over, loudly, and begins trying to shake Alec awake. "I told him not to come here."
"What's so wrong with here?" Magnus asks, watching as Alec bats Izzy's hand away.
"Usually nothing," Izzy says, shaking Alec harder. "But if you come on the feast day of Priscilla and Aquila and speak to the tide, which my brother obviously did-"
"You know what's going on?" Magnus asks, cutting her off when she gestures at the ribbons binding them.
"Yes," Izzy says, right as Alec's eyes begin to open. "I told him we'd figure something out but he just had to come and do this."
"He definitely seems like the type to do exactly what he wants," Magnus says, as Alec blinks at them and then shifts, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes again. "So what exactly did he do this time?"
"You don't know?" Izzy asks, and Magnus shakes his head.
"I just know I was walking along the water when suddenly there were ribbons binding me to him," he says, glancing down at his wrist. "You said something about a feast day?"
Izzy nods.
"Yeah," she says, dropping into the closest chair. It's not lost on Magnus that the chair is the one closest to Alec. "Priscilla and Aquila."
"Who were they?"
"Saints," Izzy says, with a wave of her hand. "Patron saints of good marriages."
"Oh," Magnus says, and Izzy gives him a look he can't make out.
"Yeah," she says again, "and legend has it that if you go down to the beach on their feast day-"
"Which I'm guessing was yesterday," Magnus says, earning himself a smile that reminds him of the one he got from Alec. It takes everything in him not to look and see if Alec's awake.
"Smart boy," Izzy says, "and according to the legend if you go down to the beach on their feast day and stand at the edge of the water and ask, then you'll find your soulmate."
"Soulmate?" Magnus asks, his voice shooting up several octaves. This time he doesn't stop himself from looking at Alec. Alec's awake and looking back at him.
"I didn't think it'd actually work," Alec says, his voice low and gravelly and sounding way too good for this entire situation.
"Apparently it did," Magnus says, but there's no heat in it. He isn't sure why.
"It did," Alec echoes, and there's no heat in that either.
"The ribbons?" Magnus asks, just so he can think about something else for a moment.
"They're like a soulmate mark," Izzy says. Magnus isn't looking at her, choosing instead to focus on Alec. He can't make out his expression no matter how hard he tries.
"Are they ever going to come off?" Magnus asks. "No offense but...it's not very practical being tied to someone at every moment."
"None taken," Alec says, a hint of a smile on his face that actually looks genuine. Magnus can't help but smile back at him.
"It'll fade," Izzy says, and they both turn to look at her. "The more you spend time together, the faster it'll go away."
"The bond will still be there," she continues, and that expression Magnus can't make out is slowly turning into something knowing. "But if you wanted the ribbons gone faster you could always go for coffee together."
"Are you asking me out for him?" Magnus asks, raising an eyebrow at her. Izzy simply shrugs.
"It's a start, don't you think?" she says, brushing off her knees and then standing up. "Anyway, you two can work it out. I'm going to make tea."
She's gone before either of them can reply. Magnus turns back to Alec, and he doesn't know why but it's a relief to see that soft smile still on his face.
"Well," he says, because he can't not at this point, "what do you say to coffee?"
Alec barks out a laugh.
"I could definitely use some coffee," he says, his free hand going up and massaging at his forehead.
"Want to call it a date?" Magnus asks, raising his arm and Alec's and waving them. The ribbons flutter with the movement and in the sunlight Magnus can see bright blue flecks of glitter sparkling in the cobalt ones. Bright blue just like his magic.
"Yeah," Alec says, as a thought begins to occur to him about just where his magic might have went. "I do."
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So my Happy tarot question is basically about my writing, if that's not too vague? =3
Hi friend 💜 for you I pulled the 6 of cups. This card can represent nostalgia and a return to a happier place. For your writing I would say that you might want to take a look back and maybe indulge in writing that's familiar, maybe a specific trope or plot line you've done before. Take a look back at these writings, maybe write something else that's similar, but don't get stuck looking backwards. Spend some time in the past and then move onwards and try new things.
Hope this helps :3
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THE WAY LOKI AND DARCY LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN YOUR DARCYLAND SPICE POST. AHHHHH.
Oh man, THAT WAS 100% @amidtheflowers . She created that amazeballs banner and gifset. It’s so awesomesauce. Darcy and Loki are def my fave in the set … and Sam of course ;-)
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YOU ARE A RAY OF SUNSHINE 🌞 SEND THIS TO 8 PEOPLE WHO DESERVE THIS AND TRY NOT TO BREAK THE CHAIN 💛
Awwwwww! This is so sweet! Thank you!
I suck at leaving anyone out, so I’m gonna break the rules and send this out to all Darcyland instead. You are ALL rays of sunshine, get your glow on, babes.
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No worries, we all have different opinions. =] I'll just write book Malec outside of the week when I get the chance. ^.^
Thank you so much for being understanding!! :)
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Christmas card for @gyoroandururun - the card itself is under the cut ^^.
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The stories for the "Love Hoe" GingerPilot Valentine Exchange are live - and yes, they're a little late due to circumstances. Thank you to @gyoroandururun for organising!
Enjoy!
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Hands to Myself, a Skyeward fic
rating: explicit
length: 2,191 words
tags: not canon compliant, triple agent Grant Ward, porn without plot, masturbation, vibrators, vaginal sex, timeline what timeline
prompt: toys for @gyoroandururun as part of Sunday Smutty Sunday
In the grand scheme of things, two weeks wasn’t really that long.
They’d both been away on longer ops before, though generally they were part of larger teams. This time Ward had been sent off on his own to go undercover and gather intel on a small, recently emerging terrorist cell. It was a call back to his early days with S.H.I.E.L.D, his work as a specialist, and he had been genuinely happy to take the assignment.
Knowing all of that didn’t make Daisy any less restless, though.
[read here on AO3]
#skyeward#daisy johnson#grant ward#skye x ward#agents of shield#my edits#my writing#otp: you’ll make me untidy
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Armitage Hux for @gyoroandururun
Thanks for sending a prompt!
#star wars#armitage hux#prompt answer#general hux#kylux#kylo x hux#gingerpilot#poe x hux#star wars fanart#star wars fandom
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Tasertricks
For: @gyoroandururun
Prompt: My scarf’s stuck in the door of my apartment building and I can’t reach the keypad to unlock the door to the lobby, can you help me out, neighbor-I’ve-never-spoken-to-before?
A/n: Tried to keep this as powered as I could. In this verse, Darcy hasn’t met Loki, and therefore, doesn’t know him as Thor’s brother, or as the god of mischief. She’ll find out soon enough, though ;)
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Darcy pushed open the lobby door and hurried down the front steps to the sidewalk.
Or, she would have, if she hadn’t been yanked bodily backward until her body hit the door with a thump. Visibly frightened, her eyes widened as she reached up automatically to her throat, where her scarf was constricting tightly. She tried to move forward once again, only to discover the source of her immobility wasn’t due to a masked stranger strangling her in broad daylight with her own scarf, but due instead to an embarrassing predicament of the accidental kind.
Sighing, she tried the door, hoping against hope that the lock hadn’t caught yet, because the tightness of her throat indicated that she wouldn’t be able to twist herself out of the knit-noose, nor to reach the keypad to free herself.
“Shit on a stick,” she grumbled, glancing around to see if any of her neighbors were on their way home by chance.
As luck would have it, she did spot someone she recognized as a resident of her building.
As her luck would have it, it was the hot guy she ogled at the mailboxes every chance she got. In short, the very last person she wanted to ask for help.
But she had nowhere to hide, and he’d already spotted her if the look of recognition in his eye was to be trusted.
“Shit on two sticks.”
He swept up the stairs in a way that almost looked ethereal, but Darcy couldn’t really crane her neck to see his feet, so her brain was probably just playing tricks on her.
“Stuck, Ms. Lewis?” he asked, his voice like silk sheets sliding over her skin.
Of fucking course, he’d have a great voice. But luckily, that’s not where she went.
“How do you know my name?” she asked, frowning as she contemplated the possibility of just ripping through the scarf and escaping this first-hand embarrassment by moving back to London.
“It’s on your mailbox. I’m afraid I couldn’t deduce your first name.”
“Yeah? Well, get me free and I’ll tell you.”
He smiled.
If you could call it that.
His lips curled in a way that was pleasing to Darcy, but the way it was pleasing was a mystery to her.
He reached over to the keypad, inputting the code and she sighed in relief as the door opened and the pressure on her neck released. She unwound her scarf and stuffed it in her bag, holding out her hand to shake his.
“I’m Darcy. Lewis. Darcy Lewis. Thanks for freeing me.”
“Well, I couldn’t very well leave you there, Darcy Lewis But the pleasure is all mine.” He removed his glove to shake her hand, and his bare skin was so cool, it made her tingle. But she supposed that was probably why he wore gloves.
“What’s your name? So I know who I’m baking thank you cookies for later?” she asked.
“Loki. I believe you can find me on the second floor. Apartment two hundred seven. You can’t miss me, I have a green door.”
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “For real? I’ve been asking management to paint mine for like… ever. How’d you swing that?”
He shrugged. “I did it myself.”
“Huh. Might have to give that a shot. But yeah. Cookies. Do you have a preference?”
There was that smile again. “I’m sure if you make them, I’ll like them.”
“Okay, so… I actually have to go… to the store, that’s where I was headed when--thanks again.”
“No trouble at all, Darcy.”
And with that, he turned and strode towards the elevator. Darcy was pretty sure she was imagining him gliding up the stairs before because he seemed to walk normally now.
She quickly turned and carefully made her way from the atrium to the sidewalk, mentally adding the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies to her shopping list.
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