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So...Thoughts on the whole people thinking Sylvie is Aro-Ace? I can kinda see her being Aromantic, but with her mentioning she's more "hedonistic" than Loki and silently hinting that she's Bi too, can't really see her as Asexual. But what do you think?

LET'S TALK ABOUT SYLVIE'S SEXUALITY, HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH LOKI AND MOBIUS, & HER CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE SERIES NARRATIVE

Before I answer this, I think it's important to acknowledge that fictional characters exist for people's comfort and pleasure. I write original fiction, and I would hope that most artists believe in the right of the audience to interpret character to meet their personal needs. To me, canon is a sandbox. Everyone should play with it as they please and not hate on each other. There are more important things in life to worry about. Therefore, if Sylvie reads as Aro-Ace to you and that reading brings you joy, then she is.

This question inherently requires the need to talk about Sylki in this post. I predominantly analyze Lokius, so please, no hate! My number one rule is never yucking someone's yum. Furthermore, Sylvie plays a critical role in Loki's development and the philosophical thrust of the series, of which Mobius also contributes to as the other half of Loki's character arc equation (selflessness and sparing life [Mobius] + free will and revolution [Sylvie]). It would be biased and disingenuous to not acknowledge her contributions to the overarching narrative.

ARO-ACE INTERPRETATION

All right, your question! I can definitely can see Sylvie as being aro-ace. That's a legitimate interpretation based on how she responds to Loki's flirtation and romantic advances. It is also possible that she's an aromantic bisexual. This second possibility is more likely based on the text the audience is given.

THE CANON TEXT

Having said that, I think you're curious about what the source material is trying to say about Sylvie's character and how that influences her sexuality. I believe it's important to remember that external behavior doesn't dictate how someone defines themselves. Closeting and disengagement from intimacy because of trauma are prime examples of this.

The train scene in S1E4 reads as earnest. Loki and Sylvie are both very lonely characters. In this moment, both are trying to connect with someone who finally understands them because they are the same. It's actually a lovely nod to the queer experience.

The dialogue, lighting, and costuming (blue, purple, pink) in this scene communicates they are both queer, specifically bisexual. The lighting and costuming combining to represent the bisexual pride flag is an example of queer subtext in film. The dialogue, while direct, is also written in such a way that it avoids explicitly stating "men and women." Sylvie later comments that the brief flings she indulges in during apocalypses helped her "keep going". She even specifies that apocalypses make people desperate. This suggests that Sylvie likely didn't need to do much wooing or charming like Loki would to obtain a sexual partner. Finally, the way Tom and Sophie play this scene is vulnerable. I therefore believe we can take this on-screen admission at face value.

So the question becomes, why does Sylvie respond to Loki's flirtations the way she does?

SYLVIE'S BACKGROUND

Sylvie was orphaned and forced to run all her life from a very young age. Her backstory is deeply tragic. To live in such a way means that she never had the opportunity to experience adolescence.

NOTE: This is honestly my favorite gif of Sylvie. She's so sweet and cute when she's happy. I can't get over the 5 stars on her employee badge. "Sylvie, can you refill the straws?" "Already did it!" The sweetheart.

Sylvie working at McDonald's accomplishes two things: it allows Disney to fulfill their advertising sponsorship agreement for the fast-food franchise, and it subtly alludes to Sylvie's need to live the adolescence she didn't get to. The TVA forced her into arrested development. She never had the chance to make friends and safely socialize on her own terms. The centuries of trauma have made trust, let alone romance, completely foreign to her.

Which is why, when Loki and Sylvie have romantic scenes, she is often awkward or, if not unreceptive, wary. Her previous flings, as she agrees with Loki, were "never real". Physical intimacy without emotional intimacy is a familiar dynamic for both characters. Their relationship with one another is their first experience of emotional intimacy (or at least attempt at it) outside of their families. The pursuit of this emotional intimacy feels safe to them because they are the same entity and thus they know each other's base nature (versus nurture!) to some degree.

The difference between them is that Sylvie has not experienced social rejection in the way Loki has (nurture!). She recognizes the wrongness with which the TVA has treated her. She knows the absolute atrocities the TVA has committed. She is determined to destroy them to free herself and all timelines. Sylvie is consequently more self-assured, more confident in what she wants and believes in, than Loki. In S2, Sylvie's clarity on desire is what allows her to help Loki articulate what he wants: his friends back, most especially Mobius.

In S1E1, Loki, still posturing before Mobius, describes himself as a "liberator". At this point in the story, we know that isn't true, but it will become true by the finale. This line of dialogue foreshadows Loki's trajectory as well as Sylvie's revealed motivation in S1E4: to liberate.

THE NEXUS EVENT

There are a variety of ways for viewers to interpret what exactly the Nexus Event was. The canon, within the text of Mobius's dialogue and verbal confirmation from the creators, is that Loki and Sylvie fell in love. Now, I'm not going to spend time arguing over other interpretations here, but I will say that regardless of whatever pairing or OT3 a viewer ships, the Nexus Event was ALSO definitively this: two Lokis in the same place, at the same time, not feeling lonely together.

And Sylvie, who had confessed to Loki she has no friends and has never really experienced joy, answers Renslayer with the number of positive memories she has:

Sylvie doesn't state it outright, but the subtext is clear that her one positive memory was her time with Loki on Lamentis. Indeed, moments later, Sylvie prunes herself in an effort to find and rescue him.

SYLVIE & MOBIUS

But being the harshly pragmatic individual she is, upon arrival and encountering Alioth, Sylvie assumes Loki didn't make it. I don't think Sylvie means what she says in a cruel way. I think she believes this because she is accustomed to disappointment and accordingly guards herself with cynicism. Sylvie's traumas, her difficulty with trust, her inexperience with intimate relationships, and her cynicism all combine to create an individual who may appear aro-ace when that may not necessarily be the case. Please note, however, that Sylvie being aro-ace or aro-bisexual may still be a possibility. My analysis here is based on what the text and subtext seem to be telling us about her character.

Notably, it is Mobius who is more optimistic about Loki's survival, wondering if Sylvie truly believes that Loki is dead.

This moment is brief, but it is significant because Mobius's optimism implies that not only does he believe in Loki, he also wants Loki to be alive. Sylvie is intelligent. She can read between the lines. We can also assume an off-screen conversation took place between them that confirmed for Sylvie Mobius's genuine care for Loki. When Sylvie informs Loki of this fact, I believe we get this:

Mobius was conservative in how Loki might interpret their relationship, extending a handshake before their goodbyes. Loki, on the heels of his conversation with Sylvie, chooses to hug him instead. The result: Mobius is delighted!

I've long pondered on why Mobius would say, "You're my favorite" to Sylvie. I believe this is why: she helped along their friendship and opened the gates for physical affection between them. This demonstrates that Sylvie cares enough for Loki to ensure he is secure in his bond with Mobius. It likely helped that Mobius did not deny the TVA's evil when she pointed it out to him, and that he did not hesitate to apologize to her for it.

Ironically, it is Mobius's optimism, especially in the potential of broken things to become something better (whether it is Loki himself or the TVA), that creates the fraught philosophical divide between Sylvie and Mobius (and Loki) with regards to the TVA in S2.

THE S1 FINALE

The S2 finale is where the narrative between Loki and Sylvie turns, and the plot pivots to the deepening relationship between Loki and Mobius. Triggering this event is Loki's desire to slow down and think about the consequences of killing HWR in the Citadel at The End of Time.

This may seem out-of-character at first glance. S1E1-E4 have demonstrated that Loki's decision making is sometimes chaotic by virtue of impulse. What was the last impulsive decision he made with heavy consequences?

He ran off after Sylvie. A good decision ultimately, as Loki learns the truth about the TVA through Sylvie, but only by luck. This decision very nearly cost Loki a friendship, one he didn't even realize he had until Mobius called him a "bad friend."

Despite the fallout, Mobius recovers relatively quickly once he confirms Loki's claims and views Ravonna's recording of C-20. He reestablishes trust with Loki as soon as possible to help Loki be with the one he loves. Why? Because Mobius is ultimately selfless and wants Loki's happiness regardless of his own feelings of jealousy.

Which circles us back to the theme of trust and Sylvie's challenges with it.

Loki and Sylvie's relationship falls apart not because of lack of mutual interest, but because Sylvie loses trust in Loki and with good reason: HWR (and thus the TVA) is the cause of all her suffering.

It is not Sylvie's fault she is this way. She hasn't had enough time to develop meaningful relationships, and the one relationship that was meaningful to her (Loki's) became, in her eyes, a profound betrayal. This experience only adds to the other traumas Sylvie carries with her, making encounters with Loki in S2 emotionally difficult if not triggering.

The relationships of Loki & Sylvie and Loki & Mobius are intentionally set side-by-side for 3 critical reasons:

1.) To demonstrate Loki's growth by developing trust and thus emotional intimacy with others.

2.) To create the Plot B emotional source of conflict in S2.

3.) To set-up Mobius and Sylvie's individual beliefs and values (selflessness and sparing life [Mobius] + free will and revolution [Sylvie]), which Loki combines into his own system of beliefs and values. This combination gives Loki the strength and wisdom to ascend the throne and become the God of Stories (and Time).

THE S2 FINALE

Loki comes to his final decision after speaking with the two halves of his character arc equation. Loki first seeks out Mobius, who shares with him the distinction between himself and Ravonna. Now, this is brainwashed Mobius. Brainwashed Mobius believed Ravonna could do the impossible while he couldn't. But Loki knows Ravonna's corruption.

Beneath Mobius's wisdom that "most purpose is more burden than glory" is also Mobius's heart: he could not prune children and that instinct was the right decision. His "failure" was not a failure of duty but rather his humanity succeeding despite the brainwashing. It's this same intrinsic compassion that drove Mobius to convince Ravonna to spare Loki. Loki articulates this to Don as such. He therefore takes the message of selflessness and sparing life from Mobius to Sylvie.

Sylvie, in turn, challenges Loki, stating they should have the freedom and right to fight whatever comes on their own terms.

She also stresses that it is all right to destroy things. Upon hearing this, Loki comes to the conclusion that what is destroyed must be replaced with something better. What needs to be destroyed? Not the TVA and the people in it (not Mobius, Verity, OB, and Casey), but the Loom.

Loki sacrificed himself (selflessness + sparing life [Mobius]) in order to save all timelines (free will + revolution [Sylvie]). Loki sparing Sylvie's life is a direct consequence of Mobius having fought to spare his.

Through this sacrifice, Loki gifts Sylvie the chance to get the type of positive experiences she wants and needs, which includes future romance, if she so chooses. That is canon and is a genuinely romantic gesture regardless of anyone's interpretation of mutual reciprocation or lack thereof.

It is also canon that Loki loves Mobius and Mobius loves Loki. Their actions for one another across both seasons demonstrate this to be true. Is it also romantic? Absolutely. Is it sexual? On screen, no, and it doesn't have to be. Romance does not require sex, let alone physical contact, to exist.

Loki loves them both.

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imzsuzsis-blog · 11 days

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"Thank you Amanda... Damn, the other one is fine, you just scared me... I see him now as an embryo." "No Lando. That's a fetus, shut up. I'm glad that sprint pole is here, but don't make such a fuss." "It's okay, ma'am." I bit my lip, I hated it when someone told me to shut up or shut up. Then the vampire comes out of me, I won't bite a good person. But now I want deer. ,, navel piercing? Shit, you only speak English????” "I have that too and I've never hit a big drum." "What else do you have?", "My ass is a fucking tattoo that makes me a real bitch." I pulled my nose up and started sputtering again, it could be anything, I didn't do much with it, I was just a little bit louder, that's all, but it was nothing because it only happened later that the sprint pole was mine and I could scream with a throat full of joy and I just hugged Loki the whole time and I said what our relationship is young for... The word "I love you" is beautiful, beautiful, but still early. "I have to go, I want to withdraw this love too soon." I licked my mouth inside, it was a big problem, they came out either because I was a little sad or because they told me to shut up. I held my vampire teeth in front of my mouth, palmed both of them, but I didn't understand anything with them, even when I went out the door at a fast pace, because some blood came out of it, yes, I bit someone in the castle and sucked the blood out of them, I was thirsty, I couldn't take it . I'm still 90. I have to control myself or join a vampire family. I can't do this anymore, even if I cheerfully lie to everyone that I'm 24. Yes, I wasn't 15 when I was bitten by a vampire because I had an illness that could not be cured in 1934. Good guy, I got the flu to such an extent that I almost died of it. We knew the glossary well, but we didn't know that a vampire came over even on the day of my death, when it was really bad, he bit me all the time, I don't know who he was, I just remember that he had a good son with whom I dated for a while.

"Lokiiiiii help me please!!!!!!!" I believe Lando ran out of breath, his mouth looked like a vampire's, his teeth were sharp and bloody, and his mouth was full of blood around him. "What is this party costume you're wearing?" "Don't fuck me, it's not because of a party in a disco that I'm shining like a fucking disco ball!!!!!" He came out and stood by a wall, then he hit a big one so that it broke in and we saw the snooker tables inside. "Good, good, now calm down and tell me what happened. You know, we agreed that we know there are vampires, demons and their companions in the world, if you are a vampire I will believe you." I went closer to him and took him out of the shards, but he was quite bloodthirsty, so I started backing away from him so that I wouldn't be the next victim. I didn't succeed, he jumped behind me and I could already feel his breath on my neck. "Darling, please don't. I know you are thirsty but don't!!!! If you really love me then..." "I don't care, you and I will be together forever from now on what you're going to do..." "What's more, this isn't a parody of a Dracula movie from the '90s, Lando, and it wasn't funny!!!! Leslie Nilsen was also spinning in him grave from this bad black joke, my dear.” I slapped him when he put his tongue on me, but he didn't let go. When I realized it, I moaned and trembled. It hurt. In fact, I don't know what a vampire bite is like, but I don't think it's that deep. ,,Deep!!!!!!!!!" ,,Jesus Loki!!!!!!”

I knelt next to him and covered my mouth again with the third person whom I would gently bite as I pleased. First Osc in the car on the way to the track when he didn't pay attention, today two more, a strange woman and Loki, what the hell is wrong with me, fuck me. I looked up to see a woman standing in front of me with red-brown hair that must be sexy for heterosexuals, her blue eyes, her nose must have been operated on, her mouth is average and her ears are full of soda. Her outfit is a shoulder-length pullover with sexy jeans and white sneakers. "Peacher Xedir?" I could only nod with tears in my eyes and tell the lady what I did again and with whom. "I loved Loki, I was a jerk again and all I thought about was drinking." I could smell it, I could feel what was coming, I took my hair out of my eyes and looked down. "You didn't have it with you, huh?" You killed the whole Norris family and now you're Lando?” "No, it's not true, I've settled in. I just wanted to be a human again, but it didn't work. The fucking pregnancy is the reason I slept with a good man's boy and now I'm pregnant, Andery." She crouched down in front of me and I hugged her trembling, I was afraid of what would happen if it turned out to be Lando Norris the vampire...

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"I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire." I rolled over in bed and kicked poor Loki. Finally, I climbed onto his upper body with a tearful face and grabbed him. "It's okay, it's okay." I woke up to his caress, I looked at him, I was very shocked, this dream made me ready. "Tell me." He wiped the tears from my face. I finally started sobbing with my legs outstretched and clutching him. "I was a vampire, I was a vampire!!!!!!! I killed people!!!!!!!” "Shh baby, it's just a dream, vampires don't exist." ,,But yes!!!!! in my dream it was so real.” I sniffed when he was already kissing my forehead and I asked for my kiss of sorrow again.

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A Hollow Promise [13] chapter iii, part i

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main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

chapter summary : loki's return to asgard becomes imminent, and his guard shows her hand.

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“What do you know of Asgard?”

Her shadow halted in its slow, ghostlike pacing, rendered a wraith in the demi-dark.

Then she spoke, and the spell was broken.

“Good morning to you too, Prince Loki.”

Her voice was tart-sweet and crisp, like the air at dawn and a fistful of dew-doused wildflowers. Loki wondered how long she had been awake, this time- and how long she had known that he was awake too. He has spent the past few minutes simply watching her, letting the fragile equilibrium hold, reliving a thousand overlapping memories veiled in a haze of barely-waking- a flutter of sharp light through a cascade of drapes, the shadow of a figure moving near silently through the gloom of his bedchamber, the rustle of sheets and reaching out with languid strength to drag her yielding form into his arms, smelling daybreak and high altitudes in her hair.

Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, she would breathe out, curving herself up into him, palms smoothing from his waist to his ribs to the plane of his back, her warmth soaking through him. His reply would often be little more than an incoherent mumble as he slipped back into sleep, content.

Extending a hand to the control panel, she leaned over and lifted the lights with a light touch of her fingertip, as though drawing curtains from across a windowpane- the motion just slightly too precise and smooth.

The room brightened, turning as clear as water, and she resumed her pacing, as absent as a metronome’s swing.

Loki straightened.

His mood instantly turned brittle, like ice crystals forming inside his skin.

She was wearing the SHIELD jumpsuit from the first day.

The nondescript, muted navy smothered her, as though it was attempting to blend her into the black steel like a thick daub of oil paint, its streamlined cut mimicking the soft, splitting faux-leather of costume armour; only her boots seemed to have any weight, their dense tread on the mesh walkways implying their thick, solid utility. Her hair was loose, combed and coiffed with a fine sheen of oil, coaxed into an artful swoop of ash-blonde that framed her features, pulling into lax curls down her back- veiling the violet shadows under her eyes, the tarnish in the gold of her complexion, the faint pinch in her brow, gaze dimmed and unseeing as she pivoted and retraced her steps.

Loki could see the wear of a sleepless night in her, rapidly reconstructing how she had spent the hours- lying awake, the gears of her mind whirring in tandem with a resting heartrate that thrummed slightly too fast, primed and overwarm and burning the fumes of the midnight oil, planning and replanning.

He felt a stab of violent self-loathing, like a hot knife in the gut.

Loki had been too exhausted, wrung out, to notice that he had fallen asleep before her, and that she had likely been waiting him out.

“Good morning, darling,” he amended, his tone soft. “How long have you been awake?”

“Mm. Long enough.” Her flask was locked between her hands, her fingernail tapping against its plastic in a restless stutter, like wound clockwork.

Loki pressed the point, carefully, like probing for a suspected broken bone.

“And how long have you been fretting?”

“Thinking. Not fretting.” She corrected without breaking stride, more preoccupied than obstinate. “I bought down a matcha latte- and rose tea. Some people find it a little sweet, but I think you might like it. They’re in the capsule.”

Loki exhaled through his nose, and rose from the bench.

“Beloved.”

She halted partway through a stride forward, rocking backwards onto her heel, like the reversed momentum of a pendulum. Glancing over her shoulder, the gloss of her hair falling aside, her expression was perfectly attentive and expectant- lips parted, eyebrows raised, eyes doelike.

Loki simply gazed back, pointedly.

She gave way, dropping her eyes.

“The visual feeds are operational again. No audio, but Agent Barton can read lips in several languages. And- the device for the Tesseract will be finished in a matter of hours.”

She spoke evenly around the knot in her throat.

Loki gathered himself, recalibrating.

It was too soon.

But- the quicker that everything progressed, the earlier they could set events into motion, biasing the course of future, like carving out a runnel before a spill of water. Preparations would have to be swift and precise to have a chance of holding against the enemy, Loki had known this, but that had been before he had known that his return to Asgard would mean being torn away from her, again, and that it would hurt her too, even if she lacked the full context of why- of what had, once, could they still, did they still-

“A few hours?” Loki forced himself to ask.

“Mm. Before noon, most likely. Dr Stark and Dr Banner are slightly more brilliant than I predicted, which is- good to know. I found out this morning, when I went up.” She flicked a foot out, irreverently, the side of her boot knocking against a reinforced shockproof case, set underneath the terminal. “They gave me that.”

“Manacles, I presume.”

Loki saw the muscles in her jaw shift.

“Power-supressing cuffs. And- a muzzle.”

Loki blinked- then laughed, genuinely amused.

“Oh, dear. Did I unnerve them that much?”

“Who can say,” she said delicately, visibly simmering with resentment.

Given her reaction, Loki guessed that she knew as well as he did that it wasn’t a necessary precaution- but a restatement of victory, or the casual cruelty endemic to those in power. Loki had witnessed it before; he had felt its burn like a brand, had committed such acts himself, as though mimicking the symptoms could generate the source, or trick the world into believing the lie and defraud it into truth.

Even through his delirium, he had crafted his taunts to sink deep. Rather than demoralise the heroes, Loki suspected he had unsettled and aggravated them- enough for them to want to shut him up.

After Thanos, this barely cut at his pride.

After her, he remembered the value of patience- and the taste of delayed gratification on his tongue, aged like wine.

“I’ve already sabotaged them, a little.” The words were spoken against the rim of her flask, the fan of her fingers screening her mouth from the cameras. “The equivalent of blowing a fuse. Just in case.”

Loki softened.

“My generous darling,” he susurrated, circling the cell and opening the hollow pillar. Retrieving one of the disposable cups set inside, he took a careful sip, identifying it as the chilled matcha latte. “How ever shall I repay your consideration, sweet thing?”

She stilled for a heartbeat- then swivelled towards him, breathing deep and smiling against the pressure gathering around her eyes.

“Tell me about your home.”

The redirection was bright and sudden, a clumsy attempt, like a hysterical laugh masking a sob, seizing upon anything true to hide the desperation that Loki saw welling in her.

He lifted his eyebrows. “My home?”

“Mm-hm.” She cocked her head, fighting to maintain her smile. “I only have the tales from Norse mythology, and I know how limited their veracity is, for one reason or another. And- besides.” Her demeanour settled slightly, easing into something unforced, and comfortably honest. “I’d like to hear about it from you.”

For a long moment, Loki gazed at her through his lashes.

He had known, could have guessed, had heard it implied in the undercurrent of her voice and seen it in the burgeoning light in her eyes- how she had marvelled at the worlds she had seen through the Tesseract, devouring every difference and detail she encountered like a glut of honey from the comb.

Loki knew that he could ink her a distraction with his words alone, construct a palace of paragraphs for her to lose herself in exploring, spin a narrative as light and smooth as silver thread for her to follow. He could draw from his memories, rendering them more perfect, a fairytale breathed to life.

For a moment, Loki considered telling her of the beauty of the Realm Eternal.

He thought of describing the prismatic crystal that was Asgard’s foundation, from which the quartz of the Bifrost had been mined aeons ago- its splintered, denticulated spires swirling with clouds of water vapour and stardust, illuminating the mists like nebulae. He thought of telling her of the glorious citadel of Gladsheim, the royal chartered district encircled by a perfect ring of white stone, walls curving out from crescent of the palace towers- sun-struck and golden, staggered like the flutes of a pipe organ against fantasy-blue skies. He thought of telling her of the deep ornamental waters below the ramparts, cascading from the gilded spouts of the artificial falls, turning sapphire in the vast basins and filtering out into canals and tributary rivers to eventually decant into the sea.

He thought of telling her how the districts of the capital unfolded like leaves from the centre- opening into verdant swatches of cultivated garden and elegant fountains, the mirror-smooth seaways connecting the inner city to the harbour and its outer-world trading markets, the vast plazas and broad stairways overlooked by embassies and guild houses, bakeries and sartors, teahouses and drinking halls. He thought of telling her of the soaring skywalks bridging between towers, the open-air markets thriving on the cobbles below, garlanded with strings of glinting star-lights and the delicate foliage of blooming trees. He thought of describing the richness of the air, the people that was its lifeblood, and their snatches of conversation overheard in the streets- artisans discussing commissions through hasty mouthfuls of street food, clerks lamenting the volume of work for the upcoming festival, children bickering over who got to play the Einherjar and who would be the frost giant in their next game, courtiers confirming their next social engagements on the opera house steps, fishmongers bartering prices for the latest catch, merchants complaining about the unreasonable importation taxes on goods from Nidavellir, Valkyries collecting their wares from the smithy- gossip and grudges, affection and aggravations, scandal and stories, creating a shifting music pervading every corner.

He could give her the illusion that he had loved for millennia, within which he had never truly fit as an intrinsic part.

Or- he could tell her of the outer reaches of the realm, the places of Asgard that held the memory of the ancient wild. Loki could describe the close, shadowed thicket of the forest off the beaten hunting trails, the crags in mountain stone left untraversed since the reign of Bor, the passages hidden behind the thundering veils of great waterfalls, the alcoves and sealed chambers and niches of the palace- and the Bifrost, drawing from the raw magic in Asgard’s roots.

He thought of sketching its vista for her- a great ribbon of crystal, polished and cut smooth, four feet thick and straight as a sword, supported on struts of golden steel in the ocean bedrock. He thought of describing how its strata glinted with strands of brilliant colour, ruby and emerald, peacock and rose- how it lit up with each tread, how you could hear it glow, and under the strum of hooves it sounded like splinters of crystals ringing together underfoot. He thought of telling her how the sea below was so dark that it was almost black, how its falls streamed off the edge into clean mist that would condense into rainclouds- and of the Observatory seated upon an outcropping of rock at the brink of the world, a casement of gold, gazing out into darkened skies marbled with lucent colour, like clouds of frozen light and metallic dust, studded with stars and distant potential.

He thought of telling her how many times he had made the long ride out across the Bifrost, to the Observatory, waiting and waiting and waiting-

Loki thought of telling her everything.

“Tell me about your home,” he said instead. “The places you love.”

When she blinked, drawing herself up slightly in surprise, something settled in Loki’s chest.

Loki knew her past. He wanted her present, as well, and her future- and both were tied to this world.

He had loved Midgard, once, perhaps more deeply than Thor did now. His fascination with the realm and his infatuation with its fragile, resourceful, wildly inventive denizens had slowly wasted into antipathy, tainted by a grief and rage that had nowhere else to run.

Under the circumstances, however- perhaps that regard was worth reclaiming. Whatever she loved, Loki could hold affection for by default. Besides which, Midgard would be a likely theatre of events to come.

“Oh. Ah-” She shifted. “We travelled a lot, when I was a child,” she hedged. “And, now- I rarely stay in the same place for long.”

“And nowhere caught a piece of your heart?”

She hesitated, nails scraping against the flask, teeth slicing across her lower lip.

Carefully, without turning his head, Loki flicked an aggrieved glance towards the upper corner of the cell- to where the cameras were mounted, recently restored and running smoothly.

Keeping his hand low at his side, Loki gave a subtle twist of his fingers, his mana sparking.

The veil of magic swiped across her mouth and lower jaw, cool as rainwater. She startled, instinctively balking against it- before stilling, catching herself, letting the illusion settle.

Reaching up, she traced along her jawline cautiously.

Her eyes met his.

Loki smirked, casting the same illusion on himself.

“It will make it appear as though you are speaking a language they do not know, or cannot comprehend- one even outside the scope of the Allspeak.”

“Gibberish,” she extrapolated dryly, even as tension eased out of her posture like a draining tide.

“As any language is rendered, to those who cannot comprehend it,” he demurred.

“And if no one can comprehend it, then it isn’t a language.”

“Wittgenstein?”

“Language as function. Hence gibberish, my prince.”

Loki grinned, unashamed, and watched her melt into an amused smile.

“In essence,” he admitted, spreading his hands in acquiescence. “But only a true omniglot would recognise it as such, and they are scarce few.”

She hummed softly, two fingers rubbing across her clavicle.

Then she spoke.

“There is a house,” she began tentatively, “in Manhattan. Greenwich Village. My childhood home.”

Loki paused, and sobered slightly, lifting the cardboard cup to his mouth.

“I’m surprised you’re not more upset with me.”

“I am upset,” she said blithely, but he could hear the strain underneath, like the full-body ache that followed a broken fever, “even if I understand. It still hurts. I’m still angry. But I’m also both selfish and circumspect. The latter means that I have more deserving targets for my anger, which means I’m not obliged to feel so bad about the former. I’m sure people would still judge me, though, which is- entirely fair.”

Her shoulder and the corner of her mouth lifted in a rueful shrug, like an unbalanced set of scales.

“If I had lost something, personally- well, this might be a different conversation.”

Loki swallowed the mouthful of matcha.

“I have had little opportunity to admire the city recently,” he said, “but I remember New York City, from my previous excursions to Midgard. A thriving cosmopolitan bastion of trade, culture, and-” Loki paused, pointedly. “Outspokenness.”

She inclined her head in agreement, creasing with fondness.

“Although I am not familiar with specific neighbourhoods,” Loki conceded, deliberately leading.

She smiled faintly.

“Historically, Greenwich Village has been a bohemian neighbourhood. Home of subversives and counterculture. It’s pretty gentrified these days, though. Well, all of Manhattan is, really. And Brooklyn. The starving artists and street trendsetters are being priced out of the neighbourhoods they made stylish in the first place.”

Loki watched her keenly, and the way she began relax and warm through.

“Tell me?”

He knew how much he was asking of her, to open up another segment of her heart to him, and one that had been directly wounded at his hands.

She tensed infinitesimally.

Loki smiled, grimly pleased. Brave, but not careless. Good girl.

But then he watched her forcibly relax, as though regaining her balance on a great precipice.

“The district where you concentrated the Chitauri attack was Midtown- the commercial, business and media centre of Manhattan.” She said carefully. “Department stores, art museums, theatre halls, corporate skyscrapers. Times Square, Central Park, Stark Tower. Greenwich is further south. More residential. The street I grew up on is a row of townhouses, lined with apple blossoms. Walking home, it was like stepping into a film set, of that idealised NYC from the movies. I kept track of the season by the changing of those trees. In early spring, when they trees are in full bloom, it’s like- fresh snow made out of silk. It’s stunning on a clear day, against blue skies. And the fragrance- think of something light and delicate, layered over and over itself until it’s almost overwhelming. Like the chiffon skirts of a ballgown.” She gave a short laugh. “It helps to cover the filth of the city, a little.”

Loki instantly thought of the flowering trees on Asgard, their drifting petals gathering like pooling rain in the cracks of the cobbles.

“The house I grew up in is- old money. Grand Neoclassical elegance. Red brick, carved white stone, blue slate- set with these beautiful leaded casement windows, almost twice as tall as I am, that open into the house like French doors. Some days, I would open up the windows, and just- lean out, into the white noise of the city, and listen. Millions of souls, millions of lives, millions of stories. Like air.”

For the first time, Loki felt his insides twist with a flash of sincere guilt.

In the hours following his recapture, he had resolved that regret was useless. He knew why he had done it, and he knew that he would do it again under the same circumstances.

Yet in her love of her city, Loki could hear an echo of his affection for Asgard.

“My bedroom was on the second floor, on the eastern façade.” She ran her fingers through her hair, eyes distant. “Juliet balconies at every set of windows. A daybed with white cushions. Gossamer drapes, bookshelves built into the walls, a white marble fireplace- this ridiculous Baroque chaise lounge and armchair set, with a low coffee table. I would read there so often that it started to sink the cushions.” She huffed wryly at the memory. “At the top of the house, there’s a massive circular skylight- an oculus, set into the slant of the roof, facing into the sky. My father would meditate up there often, on the mezzanine. When it rained, I would go up there with herbal tea, and we would sit there and talk for a while. I was- incredibly spoiled.” Her expression sank, exuding a wistful nostalgia that curdled at the edges the longer that it held. “Privileged. East Coast monied elite. Private school and music lessons and all I could have asked for, material or experience- including an adventure house to grow up in. Long hallways with hardwood panelling, old secrets in the walls, room after room filled with artifacts from across the world and through the ages. It was like something out of a children’s pulp adventure novel, only more fantastical.”

She spoke of her home with a devotion and a longing, the edges cracked, scraping away at the dazzling roseate lens.

Loki understood it, completely.

“Will you go back?” He asked softly.

“Maybe. Someday,” she said, light and expressionless. “But- not for a long time, I think.”

Loki swallowed. It felt like thawing frost in his throat.

“I’m sorry.”

Her head flicked up to him, slightly startled- before shaking her head.

“No. Don’t apologise. This is not your doing.” She said, resolute. “I knew what I was doing. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go home again, once I started looking for answers. And I made that decision long before the Tesseract showed me you. So don’t be sorry. I have no regrets. I’m that much closer to those answers, thanks to you. Which means I’m a little closer to going home.”

Answers.

They coalesced on his tongue, thick with mislaid truths- everything that she had left her home for, a dense history, waiting to be spilled out- but arrested by the sudden panicked thought of what she would do, once she knew everything.

“It’s alright.” She interrupted quietly, her gaze steady, effortlessly reading his internal conflict. “I think I know what-”

Her lower lip creased slightly beneath her teeth.

“I know enough. I can wait a little longer.”

“And how long have you been waiting so far?” Loki demanded.

She smiled, but the motion was hesitant, failing before it reached her eyes, as though it might split open an unseen wound if she pressed too far.

“Can you forgive me?”

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Note: The show notes and the story synopsis are not final, this is just currently what I have in mind. Just not that I thought that Rogers: The Musical in Hawkeye was cringe and I want this to be an Avengers musical with a much higher quality.

Assassins In Love (An Avengers Musical)

Production Notes:

The story and the production design will incorporate elements from the comics, in particular the 616 timeline, but there will be references to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. References to the Avengers Assemble and Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoons are very welcome. The goal of the production is to be fan service in good taste, but in such a way that non-fans can also enjoy it. Action scenes/language/sensuality will be kept at the PG-13 level.

The songs will be in the style of classic Broadway and Disney musical numbers, with touches of hip-hop and big band jazz. The superheroes and villains in their fight scenes will wear bright, colorful costumes based on their comic book and film counterparts.

The majority of the story takes place in 2010s New York City. Scenes with flashbacks and travel to other places can be depicted with lighting and stage effects.

Genres: Action, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Suspense, Spy thriller

Characters:

Starring Characters: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Supporting female characters: Sharon Carter/Agent 13, Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Pepper Potts appears at the party in Act I and in the Finale

Supporting Male characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon; Tony Stark/Iron Man, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, and of course Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Villains: Alexander Pierce/Red Skull and Madame B from the Red Room; Kingpin also appears briefly in Act II

Avengers Chorus: Vision, Thor, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Scott Lang/Ant-man and Hope Van Dyne/Wasp; Doctor Strange; Peter Parker/Spider-man, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver; Rhodey/War Machine

Villain Chorus (for opening Avengers battle): Including but not limited to Loki, Baron Mordo, Mysterio, Doc Ock, Whiplash, and Zemo

Extras: NYC Civilians, SHIELD/Hydra agents

Clint Barton’s family from the MCU will be mentioned throughout the play and appear in the finale

Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter will have a romance that parallels and foils Bucky and Natasha’s relationship; they will be a couple by the end of the show.

Story Synopsis

ACT I:

Prologue—(The prologue will be depicted in a montage of scenes and dances with minimal dialogue).

Steve Rogers/Captain America and Bucky Barnes were best friends and fought side-by-side in World War II. At the end of the war, Captain America goes missing and Bucky is captured by Hydra. Red Skull turns Bucky into the Winter Soldier and uses him as an assassin to enforce Hydra’s agenda.

Meanwhile in Russia, the Red Room headed by Madame B trains young girls to be assassins but incorporates ballet into their program. Young Natasha Romanoff is one of the best pupils in the Red Room. Red Skull and Madame B arrange to have the Winter Soldier train with teenaged Natasha.

In modern times, Captain America returns. He fights the Winter Soldier only to discover that his opponent is his long-lost friend Bucky. Bucky goes into hiding.

Present Day

The Avengers save New York City from a team of supervillains. After the battle, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff have a personal chat. Steve is adjusting to the modern world. However, ever since his encounter with the Winter Soldier he suspects that Hydra could be building in secret. He is also looking for Bucky but so far the search is fruitless. Natasha Romanoff is content with her existence as an Avenger, but she wonders if she can ever have a normal life and do something besides be an assassin. Sam Wilson arrives to tell Steve that Bucky has turned up.

At the headquarters of SHIELD, Director Nick Fury suspects that Hydra is rising again and warns Phil Coulson and Maria Hill to be on the lookout. Hydra is, in fact, operating under Fury’s nose, led by the Red Skull disguised as Alexander Pierce. Pierce works in a high-profile position at SHIELD. Madame B pays Pierce a visit, and together they plot to destroy the Avengers and help Hydra take over the world. Throughout the play, Madame B is in the background of various crowded scenes, spying on the characters.

After spending months in hiding, Bucky Barnes is in Brooklyn, his and Steve’s childhood home. Bucky is living in the streets while trying to remember his past and put his Winter Soldier days behind him. Steve Rogers finds Bucky and offers him material help. After some persuasion and argument, Steve gets Bucky to move in with him and Sam. Steve also invites Bucky to a party that night being thrown by Tony Stark.

Tony Stark throws a party at the Avengers Tower in Manhattan. While the other guests enjoy the party, Bucky sees Natasha Romanoff from across the crowded room. He remembers her from the Red Room. Natasha sees Bucky also, and she recognizes him. They meet and they talk briefly.

A few days after the party, she goes to Central Park and she sees Bucky again. They discuss their shared past.

Steve gets Bucky a job at SHIELD as a super-agent. For his first assignment, Bucky is sent out with Natasha Romanoff. It is at this point that Bucky recognizes that he has a growing romantic attraction to her.

ACT II:

Bucky has a hard time hiding his feelings for Natasha from the other Avengers. The Avengers and their coworkers at SHIELD believe that Natasha might like him back, but she is in denial. Nick Fury sends Bucky and Natasha undercover to a party in Manhattan hosted by Kingpin. Natasha and Bucky dance together at the party, and then they fight Kingpin’s thugs and arrest the crime magnate.

After the party, Natasha and Bucky frequently go on assignments together, but they also start seeing each other outside of work. Bucky is unsure about where to take his relationship with Natasha. He goes to Steve for advice, and as they reminisce about old times, they rekindle their former friendship. Later, Bucky summons up his personal courage and he tells Natasha that he loves her. They start ‘officially’ dating as a couple, but Madame B is spying on them. Maria Hill, however, is in turn spying on Madame B. Hill tips off Fury that Hydra is going to make their move.

Natasha rented an apartment in Manhattan (furnished by SHIELD) for an ongoing assignment and she is staying there while she and Bucky are dating. Madame B breaks into Natasha’s apartment while she is getting ready for a date with Bucky. Natasha is overpowered and tied to a chair. Then Madame B disguises herself as Natasha and she goes out and captures Bucky.

The Avengers receive Nick Fury’s call for help and they ‘Assemble’ to take out Hydra. Sharon Carter makes a phone call to Natasha and learns that Natasha has been captured and that Bucky is being lured into a trap. While the Avengers go to save Bucky, Natasha attacks her guards and frees herself to go join the Avengers.

When the Avengers come to rescue Bucky, Alexander Pierce reveals himself to them as Red Skull. There is a battle between the Avengers and the Hydra sleeper agents. Natasha arrives, and during the combat she and Bucky steal several moments to ask each other if they are all right. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes take turns fighting the Red Skull. Red Skull attempts to set off a bomb, but Natasha disables it. Bucky kills Red Skull. Madame B and the other Hydra agents are arrested. Bucky asks Natasha to marry him and she says yes.

Finale: The Avengers throw a big wedding for Bucky and Natasha.

@sharingsharoncarter @burninblood @bolshoiromanova @agentxthirteen

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New Year's Eve Masterlist

All the Time in the World (to make you mine) (ao3) - concavepatterns darcy/loki E, 19k

Summary: After the events of New York Loki is angry and unapologetic, and a chance encounter with a young science intern on New Years Eve only leaves him more unbalanced. He is certain of one thing though: Darcy Lewis will be his.

And a Happy New Year (ao3) - SkyBlue2003 bruce/thor N/R, 666

Summary: Thor and Bruce have a traditional new year’s kiss.

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart (ao3) - Merideath steve/darcy, jane/thor T, 2k

Summary: “Wonder Woman? Really Darcy? You think it’s appropriate to go to a costume party hosted by a superhero dressed as a superhero?”

“What. It’s a good costume I made it for comic con last year and couldn’t go because I tased a god. It’s perfectly tasteful. It’s World War II Wonder Woman. Look my stockings have lines up the back. I have suspenders, Jane! I was going to go with the Linda Carter version but I wasn’t going to meet the Avengers in my knickers.”

“Knickers? You Have got to stop watching BBC America Darcy.”

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Darcy and Jane attend Tony Stark's New Year's Eve Costume Party.

Another Trip Around the Sun (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction peter/wade M, 31k

Summary: Peter likes Wade. A lot. Like-likes him. But this is a problem, see? Because Wade has no idea who is behind the Spiderman mask.

And then they go to a New Years Eve Party hosted by Tony Stark, get completely wasted, and suddenly this does not seem to be nearly as much of a problem as Peter originally thought. Because Peter always makes the best decisions while drunk, don't you know? Especially when his decision involves getting into Deadpool's pants.

A Place Called Home (ao3) - Anonymous steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: New Years Eve. Suits. Party at Stark's place. Honesty happens.

Fireworks (ao3) - shipskicksandgiggles harley/peter G, 1k

Summary: Spending New Year's alone was perfectly fine with Peter. That changes when his best friend shows up at his door with a couple of glasses and a bottle of champagne

Five Avengers Tony Kissed Under the Mistletoe (And One He Didn't) (ao3) - sariane OT6 T, 4k

Summary: Five Avengers Tony Kissed Under the Mistletoe and One He — wait, what the hell? There are only six Avengers, how does that even work, author? Are you sure you should be writing fanfiction? Does no one regulate this?

Tony has a busy holiday season.

hopeful for the new year (ao3) - PietroBarton bucky/pietro N/R, 1k

Summary: Pietro grew tired of the chatter and pleasantries of the new years eve party.

i'd say i love you with my final breath (ao3) - wmthackeray druig/makkari N/R, 2k

Summary: He presses his forehead to hers and it's like hundreds of years of tension simply drips off of her, and she feels lighter than ever. As if she could run through the entire universe -- but she won't, since she's back in the place she likes best.

On the eve of a new millennium, Makkari decides she's tired of celebrating alone. So she pays Druig a visit.

Millennium Bug (ao3) - WhiteravenGreywolf carol/maria G, 1k

Summary: It's New Year's Eve at the Danvers-Rambeau family, and in the last few hours of 1999 Monica has a revelation for her mothers.

Misfits (ao3) - fannishliss steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary:

Kisses on New Year's Eve: 1939, Bucky and Steve go to see the ball drop on Times Square. 2014, Steve attends the Avengers Gala.

New Year Playboy (ao3) - Scotland_Axel (orphan_account) steve/sam M, 1k

Summary: Steve meets Sam at an Avengers New year's party dressed as a playboy bunny.

Off the Mark (ao3) - brandnewfashion steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: In which Tony makes assumptions, and Steve disproves every single one of them.

Aka a "five times Steve surprised Tony, and one time Tony surprised Steve" story.

Resolved (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Okay. He just had to approach it like a mission. Objective: Kiss Tony Stark at midnight.

Smooth Like Velvet (ao3) - Rubick sam/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Steve hummed, taking a step back. “Sam is not going to know what hit him when he sees you.”

Bucky’s pulse spiked as he frowned at Steve. “What—What are you talking about? Why would I care what Sam thinks?”

Steve chuckled and looked at him the way Bucky had seen him look at Tony way too often—with a mixture of frustration and fondness. “Come on, Buck. You don’t have to hide it with me.”

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It’s the Stark annual NYE bash, Bucky’s in a tux, and he’s not staring at Sam across the dance floor.

He’s totally not.

Starlight Wishes (ao3) - xxDustNight88 bucky/darcy T, 2k

Summary: New Year's Eve is a time for making resolutions, or wishing on shooting stars in Bucky's case. It just so happens that his wish for a fruitful New Year comes in the form of one Darcy Lewis. Luckily, she doesn't seem to mind…

Ten Ladies Dancing (ao3) - JulietsEmoPhase peggy/angie T, 1k

Summary: Peggy has a lot of work to do, but it's New Year's Eve, and Angie wants to go and have some fun.

Set after season one, very minor spoilers, no smut.

Three, Two, One (ao3) - SailorChibi tony/stephen T, 2k

Summary: Tony throws a New Year's Eve party to help Peter save face, never expecting that he'll receive a kiss of his own from his crush at midnight.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? (ao3) - PlayItRight yelena/kate T, 8k

Summary: After the craziest Christmas of Kate Bishop's life, she's back home and ready to relax for the end of the year. But when Kate receives a text from a mysterious yet familiar unknown number, will New Year's really be relaxing?

what it is to be possible (ao3) - victoria_p (musesfool) steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: When a reporter shouts, "How long have you two been together?" Steve doesn't expect Bucky to shout back, "Since 1934."

when the clock strikes twelve (ao3) - skylarkblue yelena/kate T, 3k

Summary: After Kate gets back from Christmas with the Bartons, she and Yelena finally go for that drink.

whose arms will hold you (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky G, 10k

Summary: Steve needs a ride home for Christmas. Bucky needs a passenger.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #newyears #new years masterlist

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 9 months

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Loki Series Theories 3/?

Please Note: Before I get into my next theory, I wanted to warn you ahead of time that this theory will contain some spoilers for Mackenzi Lee’s novel, Loki: Where Mischief Lies, the post-credit scene of Ant-Man: Quantumania, and, obviously, for the Loki season one tv show. However, it will also spoil the entire “plot twist” (if you can call it that) for my fic on AO3 Choose Me. So if you have not read or seen one or several of these, and intend to, I would wait to read on unless you don’t mind spoilers.

Okay, let’s get into it.

Mobius is Theo Bell (from Where Mischief Lies)

I mostly just want this to be canon because I love Loki and Theo and I think they’re really cute and I want Theo to be in Loki. And I think that Mobius and Loki are really cute and I think that they need them to be together, like yesterday, and I’m annoyed that they aren’t already together.

Anyway, Mobius is Theo. The main points of this theory are, one: Mobius was once on the Timeline (presumably on Earth, but we don’t necessarily know that for sure). Mobius does not have a fucking clue who he was. As such, since he was once on the timeline, that means that he had a life. And what would be more interesting than if we knew what that life was? That he wasn’t just some guy, but someone that comic book fans or fans of Loki specifically would recognize.

Specifically, a Victorian young man who walks with a cane, in a novel, called Where Mischief Lies, by Mackenzi Lee. (That everybody should read, because it’s a very good book, and is meant to serve as a prequel to the Loki from the MCU.) And Loki’s already been in love with him, so it wouldn’t take much more, especially if he’s already in love with Mobius. Then he wouldn’t have to choose between them.

Theo does look different that Mobius. He has red hair and freckles, so he may have been older when the TVA took him and wiped his memories (and I don’t know if Owen Wilson has freckles). Or they may have just changed his hair color. And Theo walks with a cane and Mobius obviously does not. So I’m thinking the TVA might have some kind of technology that speeds up healing, like the Guardians do. However, I’m not sure if that works on permanently disabled limbs, since at the point that we meet Theo in the book, his leg has been hurt for years. But maybe it does. Or, maybe the technology can go back in time on just the limb to fix the limb like it was never broken, or some other technique. (Like how in that scene in Doctor Strange, when he changes time just on the apple. I think. It’s been awhile since I saw that movie.) Regardless, I don’t think we’ve seen all the technology that the TVA is able to use. Therefore, I think it’s possible that they have the technology to fix Theo’s leg.

Canon Likelihood: Mobius is Theo.......Unlikely

I think that the tape of Loki’s life in the TVA would have been a prime opportunity for them to reference the book, if they were going to set up a situation where Theo Bell is revealed to be Mobius or Theo Bell is going to show up at some point in the series. The tape is mostly clips of the MCU, but they also show the new clip of Loki being DB Cooper. While I don’t think they would have wanted to spend a lot of time in that scene introducing moments in Loki’s life that we haven’t seen before, I think if they were really determined to bring Theo in, they would have included it with this scene alongside DB Cooper. Since they didn’t do that, I don’t think they’re setting anything up to reveal Theo Bell as Mobius or at least his explicit existence in the MCU.

That being said, in the post-credit scene of Quantumania, when Loki and (we don’t know which) Mobius track Kang down, given the costuming, presumably they’re in Victorian something-or-other. Victorian where, I’m not sure, but Victorian England would be my guess. And it’s a scene that is somewhat reminiscent of things that happen in Where Mischief Lies (obviously Kang isn’t in that, but the atmosphere is similar). So I don’t think Mobius is Theo Bell (I think he should be, that’s why it’s still one of my theories, but I don’t think they’re setting it up that way canonically). Or even for Theo Bell to be a casted, credited part of the MCU. However, he might get an easter egg. The Sharp Society might show up on a sign or something that they pass during this episode. And that’s still exciting to me, and I’ll probably lose my mind if I see that.

So I’m putting this specific theory in an Unlikely but hopeful category. The possibility of Theo Bell even coming up in the MCU, also in an Unlikely but hopeful category. The potential for Where Mischief Lies to be referenced in some capacity in season two, Likely.

#loki #loki tv show #loki season one #loki season 1 spoilers #loki where mischief lies #loki where mischief lies spoilers #theo bell #mobius m mobius #loki theories #quantumania spoilers #just the post-credit scene #someday these posts will get shorter

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160 Collective Drabbles

Okay, so posting all of this stuff that was randomly requested to me years ago has turned out to be a lot of fun. I know I have a lot going on, but heck. I planned out every request I got and I’ve still got space, so I’m going to throw this list up here and maybe I’ll play around with what’s left when I’ve got time.

Here’s the thing: You want to request a character? Go wild. I’m not going to post an exhaustive list of everything I’ve ever seen or read, so feel free to ask me for something you’ve never seen me write for. If I have experience with the topic (and it’s not something the creator has banned fanworks for), I’ll give it a shot...with the usual caveat that I won’t touch real person fic with a ten-foot pen.

But you don’t get to pick anything but the character. Not the prompt. Not the story. Just the character. And yes, some of the earlier prompts don’t have characters assigned for various reasons. You get the first open prompt, and I’m still going to go in order. The ones that are crossed out have already been written, just not posted.

I’m not truly expecting anyone to submit anything for this, but if you want to see more, like, Legolas stuff or Yuki Sohma or whatever but you don’t have any ideas for a story, this could be an easy way for you to get that. As for me, this is just a convenient place for me to put this list so I don’t lose it. Heck, if I do wind up getting this filled ever, then I’ll find another list. I just really like doing this sort of thing.

160 Collective Drabbles

29. Pyramid [Fran]

59. Seductive [Matt Murdock] 60. Wish [Loki Laufeyson]

61. Entice [Leon Kennedy] 62. Cooties [Young!Thranduil] 63. Flowers [Lance Hunter] 64. Wood [Clark Kent] 65. Own 66. Love 67. Malevolence [Ronan the Accuser] 68. Cliché [Sam Yao] 69. High School Sweethearts [Poe Dameron] 70. Year [Fran]

71. Moment [Tadashi Hamada] 72. Rainbow [Belphegor] 73. Passion [Kyoya Otori] 74. Light 75. Cake [Takashi Morinozuka] 76. Like 77. Imagination [Peter Quill] 78. Eyes 79. Damned [Kylo Ren] 80. Apology [Steve Rogers]

81. Take 82. Dance [Eragon Shadeslayer] 83. Diamond 84. Sugar Rush [Sam Wilson] 85. Repel [Tidus] 86. Scream [Sam Wilson] 87. Chance [James Carstairs] 88. Bottle [Tadashi Hamada] 89. Party [Sheldon Cooper] 90. Clock [Sam Yao]

91. Down 92. Crimson [Aragon] 93. Fatal [Wade Wilson] 94. Doll [Leo Fitz] 95. Castle [Clint Barton] 96. Sand [Steve Rogers] 97. Porcelain [Rajesh Koothrappali] 98. Poker Face [Matt Murdock] 99. Will [Anakin Skywalker] 100. Run [Phil Coulson]

101. Flat [TYL!Tsuna Sawada] 102. Bones [Phil Coulson] 103. Lovely [Wade Wilson] 104. Costume [Kyoya Otori] 105. Romantic [Steve Rogers] 106. Twilight 107. Hello [Loki Laufeyson] 108. Meteor Shower [Stephen Strange] 109. Vanilla 110. Taste

111. Hotel [Peter Parker] 112. Hate 113. Fire [Riku] 114. Break 115. Pain 116. Burn 117. Over and Over 118. Riot 119. World 120. You

121. Overrated 122. Under 123. Trust 124. Thrive 125. Secret 126. Life 127. Candle 128. Allow 129. Alone 130. Sunset

131. Valentine 132. Animals 133. Cute 134. Cook 135. Candy 136. Fly 137. Wall 138. Catch 139. Balloon 140. Hospital

141. Failure 142. Authentic 143. Cunning 144. Normal 145. Bold 146. Shy 147. Inside 148. Skill 149. Human 150. Joy

151. Birth 152. Morning 153. Bath 154. New 155. I Love You 156. Forever 157. Breathe 158. Peace 159. Movie 160. Midnight

#prompt list #not fic #request

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Quantumania thoughts, by character

The Heist Guys

I love and miss them and removing them from this movie was its biggest flaw. Except the one played by TI because TI is a scumbag.

Scott

As much as everyone, especially my dad, loves Paul Rudd, I don’t buy him in this movie as a dramatic actor. Probably has to do with the tropey writing and stuff more than Paul’s actual chops but there’s no small parts etc. this movie just tried so hard to be taken seriously that gave up its pedestrian, relatable humor — the thing that made the first two movies so great, and the thing that attaches Paul Rudd to this character — and replaced it with contrived and tropey drama. It felt sometimes like Paul Rudd was trying to imitate Generic Action Hero, which he isn’t great at and nobody wants. Highlights of his performance include: the end where he’s like “oh shit did I just mess everything up? No I didn’t, denial time!”, the part where all his “possibilities” pile on each other all saying “Cassie” because they work together driven by the purity of a father’s love.

Cassie

why did they recast her. I loved Emma Fuhrmann in Endgame and felt really bad when she only learned she has been replaced through comiccon/d23/etc. From a casting perspective, I get it; Fuhrmann was meant to fill a small role in a huge movie, so they probably recast when the part became much more significant (setting up for a young avengers movie). But Kathryn is just not very good. TBF the only other movie I’ve seen her in was Detective Pikachu in which she was much worse. Not sure if it’s the acting or the writing that hurts Cassie more. But her character in this is basically “I am an activist that cares about people” like that’s great in real life but I want to be invested in her and I’m not

hope

Literally did nothing but effective altruism in the beginning of the movie, what a downgrade

Hank

By far the character with the best upgrade in this movie. From movies 1-3, he’s gone through great character development, learning to respect Scott and Hope in their own right. He’s also gradually gone from dry exposition dumper (1) to once-in-a-while joke-maker (2) to “summoned an ant army to defeat a multiversal conqueror”/nerdy/perhaps even autistic about ants (3). I love when he admitted to reading Scott’s book: “every goddamn word”, said both proudly and teasingly.

Kang

Current legal shit aside, I was not expecting to hate him this much. I didn't like Majors in Loki, but I figured that had to do with the direction, not the acting chops of Majors himself. When I saw the reviews for this movie, which generally sold Majors as the film's only merit, I was expecting something great from his performance. Instead, we got Majors doing what I guess was either his best Morgan Freeman impression or a really bad trans-atlantic/English accent (posh vowels and clipped t's). Whatever he was trying to do simply did not work for me. The Council of Kangs post-credit scene looked to me like a bunch of Party City costumes.

Jentorra

Played by Katy O’Brien, who I know from my brief stint watching Black Lightning and who gave an equally meh performance in The Mandalorian S3. The one thing I like about this character, who is otherwise a pretty basic stoic/traumatized my-entire-species-died-and-now-I-am-a-badass-warrior-woman, is her dynamic with Cassie. Yes, Hope could have been Cassie’s female role model, and she basically did nothing in this movie, so that’s kinda sad. But there’s something nice about the Jentorra and Cassie finding what they need in life from each other: Cassie a strong voice for justice and a girlboss internship, and Jentorra a piece of innocence and hope she was too jaded to hold onto. I wish we explored that a bit more.

MODOK

If I read any comics featuring MODOK, or even watched the Patton Oswalt MODOK show, I’m sure I would hate Darren/MODOK. And in a lot of ways I do. But he works most of the time as comic relief, half-satirizing his own role as the old enemy that "came back better than ever!" It never got old when he would introduce himself, a main character would be like "Darren?" and he'd be like "Not anymore! I've been reborn as a new and improved version of myself! mwahaha!" And the main character would be like "Umm improved, sure." I loved when Scott was comming him and he'd only answer to MODOK.

Re: the redemption arc. Before watching the movie, I saw a leaked screenshot of the death scene where he says “at least I died an avenger.” That spoiled the MODOK=Darren reveal + death scene + redemption arc for me, but I was mostly upset that the movie would do something so blatantly cheesy with the dying scene. When I saw the movie, I was mostly glad that the scene wasn't meant to be taken seriously; that monologue is treated as self-righteous rather than earnest. However the redemption arc still does kind of come out of nowhere and it's lame.

Other Minor Characters

I liked Bill Murray as a sleazebag that reeeeally wants to give Hank the impression that he slept with his wife. I liked the group of weirdos fighting against Kang, and the "drink the ooze" scene was cute. Lowkey wish Scott and Hope ended up trapped in the Quantum Realm and became benevolent rulers for a few years. Overall, meh movie, would not watch again. Hope the fanfic is better.

#quantumania #mcu #tiger roars 🐯

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avengersrewatch · 1 year

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M3: The Man in the Ant Hill

For those doing the rewatch on Diseny+, the minisode "The Man in the Ant Hill" is the first part of the 7th episode of the series which has the same title.

These episodes that are compiled out of the minsodes must be really odd to sit through for someone just trying to watch the series. You'd watch the first two and then be like, "man these episodes have a weird structure like they don't know how to plot a show."

Anyway, "The Man in the Ant Hill" introduces us to Hank Pym (Ant-man) and, more importantly, Janet Van Dyne (the Wasp), who I love on this show so much. It's such a fun portrayal of Jan, lighter and more youthful.

I also think she's a really great heroine for young girls (a lot of the superhero cartoons are geared for boys). She's very "girly" in a Buffy Summers way, small, and cute but still able to beat you up. I really wanted a Halloween costume of this version of the Wasp in my size (sadly, adult). And I'm even sadder they never made it in kid size either.

Look how cute she is:

Her boots make a W!!!

I know some people didn't like the art in this series, but I thought it was unique. It took some getting used to but the actual quality of the animation is much better than Avengers Assemble and some of the more recent shows. I don't think they show as much attention to detail.

Goons working for Ulysses Klaw (which was spelled Klaue in Black Panther) attack Ant-Man, who has been brought into a SHIELD base in Africa because SHIELD has discovered a bit of vibranium.

It's interesting to look back on this, because clearly the show doesn't expect a child to be familiar with the words "Wakanda" and "vibranium." There's a lot of build up to Black Panther showing up. I do like this portrayal of T'Challa once he actually shows up. (Wait for it.)

But it's funny how the show expects Hank Pym to be better known to kids than Black Panther. Oh, the past.

Obviously, in the Avengers movie they opted to go with Hawkeye and Black Widow to round out the cast (and actually include a girl--yuck! Cooties). This show decided to keep the original five Avengers from the comic book. The MCU kept the original villain-Loki. EMHU kept the Avengers but changed the villain.

I guess the love for Tom Hiddleston and Black Panther are two things this show did not anticipate.

Hank's first monologue is to his own tape recorder about the supposed uses of vibranium. And while today's child would think

once someone mentions vibranium, this show has Klaue come in and talk about it some more.

Hank tells him to set up an appointment with Janet. I take umbrage to this line. She's not your secretary, Hank. She's your girlfriend.

And I think that is a huge difference between the EMHU and the MCU. EMHU was determined to make Hank happen and the MCU straight bailed.

By this time, newer fans of Marvel were coming to know Hank as the Avenger that beats his wife.

It's an interesting dichotomy, by avoiding the spousal abuse element (as Feige speaks about in the above linked article) and pivoting to Scott Lang's version of Ant-man (who does show up in the EMHU, but later! Spoilers!) it actually made "the Wasp"--whether the Janet or Hope van Dyne version--less important to the films. I'd argue that Hope is a pretty bland character and Janet is better. But that's my opinion. The MCU opted to create this "new" Wasp in Hope but she doesn't have any backstory to her--literally. Janet had 60 years of stories at this point. (The other Wasp, Nadia Van Dyne wasn't created when this show aired in 2010.)

Klaw has his sonic canon in this but has not yet lost his arm. Avengers: Age of Ultron also starts with him having an arm. Many of the villains already have their comic book powers or weapons when this story starts. Klaw gets more storytime because the show uses him to introduce Black Panther. (Again more on that later!)

Hank shrinks everyone down. Klaw is like "oh my gott we are tiny" (I am not sure what this accent is supposed to be).

Janet only shows up at the very end after all the fighting has happened. She flies in worried about Hank but he's doing science and tells her to make sure the guys he beat up aren't eaten by the ants.

Janet makes a funny "ew" face because she's adorable instead of telling him off for asking her to do his dirty work. This dynamic shall continue for some time. And eventually lead younger me to write a fanfiction where Janet ditches Hank for the Hulk.

Rating: Eh, if you're interested.

#avengers: earth's mightiest heroes #avengers rewatch #wakanda #ulysses klaue #janet van dyne #nadia van dyne #wasp #ant-man #hank pym #scott lang #black panther #t'challa #vibranium

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millllenniawrites · 2 years

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Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness thoughts!!

okay so now that mom is on disney+, i am sharing my thoughts. i wrote this right after i saw the movie and it's literally just been sitting in my drafts.

obvious spoiler warning for the movie

overall, i didn't love it. i'm really disappointed and i think it could have been so so so cool and opened up so much potential for future storylines and it just..... didn't? but that doesn't mean there weren't good things about it!! anyways, here's my thoughts:

things i liked

wanda. my love. what a fantastic arc (up until the end). everyone complaining about her going evil for no reason clearly missed wandavision. she literally just wants her kids back and girl i get it. also how many times do we have to go over how the darkhold corrupts people for y'all to get it??

the first 30ish minutes. like everything up until america and stephen jump universes for the first time. it was perfect and fun and i love love loved it

the whole mirror/reflection sequence thing

the convo about spiderman without mentioning peter parker

the illuminati!!!!! so cool!!!! i love the fun casting!!!!

FUCKING CAPTAIN CARTER MY WIFE SPIT ON ME

the horror elements used when wanda is fighting the illuminati. the mouth disappearing? john krasinski getting unzipped into a bunch of rubber bands? very disturbing! very cool!

the ultron bots were neat

the costumes were beautiful

also the effects on wanda's hair

wong. literally obsessed w him. his lil whip??? we love our sorcerer supreme

they did a good job explaining the darkhold

"I love you in every universe"

stephen and wanda being contrasted without ever questioning whether or not wanda is the strongest avenger

wanda being the one to stop herself. no one else could

things i didn't like

so much of the dialogue was just........ bad? like stephen's speech to america at the end was really really not good and it should have been because those moments are so important, especially for young girls!!! like i really didn't like the script

also most of americas dialogue was bad which didn't even give her a fighting chance. like im not sure if i like her as an actor cause she just didnt have good material

also so much of americas screentime was her screaming. which like fair cause its scary shit but also maybe give her something more?

ALSO we literally got three seconds of americas moms before they got disappeared. what the actual fuck. marvel we've been over this.

tuning fork man???? what the hell????? why couldn't we get a female bucky barnes or yelena as black widow or like even loki being there randomly would have been fine. that is NOT the way to introduce a new character to the mcu

captain marvel and the scarlet witch should literally never fight. ever. i hated that. they are the two most powerful avengers

zombie stephen. what the fuck

also the cape made out of souls?????

wanda did not need to die to complete her arc. that was entirely unnecessary

also why wasn't wanda also looking for a universe where her brother is alive?? and vision???? i don't understand

why would you do a post credit scene with shang chi and wong only to not have shang chi appear anywhere??? like i kept waiting for him to show up and he just didn't

christine!!!!!! literally why does she always need to be part of stephen's arc??? we had an entire what if? episode about this. they can't be together in any universe. let it go. this is creepy borderline incel behaviour at this point. get over it stephen (though your dialogue was very romantic i will give you that)

the fucking mid credit scene. make these scenes important to the plot instead of random new character drop

so yeah overall i didn't love the movie but i think part of that is how high my expectations were. so i'm going to work really hard to not have expectations of movies i'm excited about going forward cause that really wrecked this experience. also i'm probably going to rewatch it just to see if i like it better the second time.

#dr strange #doctor strange and the multiverse of madness #doctor strange spoilers #movie review

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ninaps · 5 years

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So I’ve been thinking about young Thor and Loki, and I’m 100% sure this actually happened.

#and nobody told them they can't #because they are too precious #although maybe loki knew #but he didn't tell thor #he was too happy to be playing with his big brother #he later made himself a better costume because magic #but thor wasn't even jealous #he was just really proud #i love them #i'm not crying #young #loki #thor #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanart #artists on tumblr #my art

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don-daygamerz · 2 years

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Hello, Professor

Tom Hiddleston x Reader AU Oneshot

Professor!Tom Hiddleston x Student!Reader

Requested by: @illuminadsx

Request: Hi I sent something for your coffee!! I hope you got it it’s not a lot but it’s something. I would love a Tom hiddleston one shot with smut. Or even Loki....maybe one where they meet at a Halloween party and they find out it’s their Professor.

Summary: It's Halloween. (Name) and her professor immediately took to one another at a Halloween party. Tom begins to unfold his feelings towards the girl and things begin to escalate. Halloween night becomes a more sinful night for the two.

Warnings: Rated 18+, pure smut, unprotected sex, mention of nudity, detailed description of erotica/sex, swear words.

Word count: 4.1K

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He couldn’t stop staring at her.

He wouldn’t stop staring at her.

As soon as she entered the bar in that lovely but teasing costume of hers, all eyes were on her. She drew so much attention to herself like a moth to a flame. When she walked through the crowd, she walked in with such grace and elegance. Elegant and beautiful she was for she donned a fairy costume for this year’s Halloween. (Name) (Surname) was one of his students in his English Literature class and she was his most favorite student but no one had to know that. She was smart, articulate, bright, kind…he could go on for days listing the things that made her incredible to him.

Who is this strange man that lusts over our beloved (Name)? Well, it was none other than her lecturer, Professor Thomas Hiddleston. The professor watched his beloved student, (Name), take shots alongside her friends. He sat not too far from her so he could get a perfect view of his prey in her elements. He adored the way she laughed and smiled. The sound of her voice brought sweet chills down his spine, her smile was so infectious that it made him smile as well, and her luscious hair was down in waves like a (h/c) sea, he felt the need to comb his fingers through.

Professor Hiddleston was once a man of virtue who placed his love for teaching and reading above his own desires as a man. But that all ended when young (Name) took his class since day one. Now, Tom never really had the desire nor the craving to date any of his students, in fact, he was more professional and was against the idea. He was well aware of how popular he was among the ladies of the University, young and old, students and workers.

A modest man he was, he thought his reputation grew due to his accomplishments as a fine teacher and writer but in fact, he was the human Adonis of his University. This man was the epitome of beauty, grace, and intelligence, he was a total package in short.

So as he sat at his table with some colleagues, here and there he would slip in glimpses at the girl that had captured his heart. Tom had decided that for this year he would dress up as a King and what a handsome king he was.

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The man had noticed that his glass had run dry, so he decided to go over to the bartender and ask for a much stronger poison. Tom was not really much of a drinker but the stress of teaching and grading had taken a toll on his body and the buzz of the alcohol helped in numbing his pain. Whiskey on the rocks was his choice and after, as he turned and sought to return to his colleagues but before he walked further…Thump!...another body had accidentally made a collision with his and in turn, the contents of the drink spilled out.

“Oh I’m deeply sorry there,” he apologized to the person he’d bumped into. Upon closer inspection on the stranger, he’d realized that he knocked into the one person who clouded his thoughts. The little fairy-dressed beauty was occupied with looking down at the state of her green dress…it was stained with his drink. “Oh crap,” the girl had muttered in utter disappointment. She had hoped to cause no problems at the bar but here she was damp and smelling of whiskey. If only she had paid attention.

Tom again realized further that he had spilled his drink on the poor girl from the obvious dark stain on that lovely but teasing dress. His eyes roamed over the expanse of her body; her curves, her collarbones, her legs, her waist… a true masterpiece in his eyes. Quickly, he fixed his focus and chimed back to her, “I’m so sorry for the mess, love. Here take this…” He then offered his handkerchief.

(Name) turned to Tom and accepted his generous offer. It still had not sunk in her mind that she was interacting with her lecturer. After dabbing at the stain, the girl then fully faced the man, her eyes slightly grew wide and her mouth agape. She was shocked but ultimately embarrassed. (Name) (Surname) had just bumped into her handsome professor. ‘Ooh Boy… how humiliating!’ she thought.

(Name) gave a nervous laugh and a crooked smile, “Oh-oh Uh-Uh Umm… Professor Hiddleston! I didn’t recognize you… uhh… no, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings. I should be the one to apologize.”

Her eyes then trailed over to the glass in his hand…it was empty. ‘So that was his whiskey,’ she thought then began to panic. “Uh, I’m sorry I ruined your drink professor! I’ll buy you another one!” her hands rummaging through her purse in search of cash.

Tom just waved his palms in a gesture for her to calm down.

“No, no, (Name). It’s all fine, I promise you. There’s no need,”

“Oh, you’re too kind professor. But please let me make it up to you,”

Her professor just gave a soft smile to her, and he could tell she was hesitant as she gave cute stutters here and there. “Thank you, Professor Hiddleston, again I’m really sorry.” The girl really felt guilty.

“It’s alright, (Name),” he waved her off. (Name) began to take notice of how her lecturer was in full costume and blushed in shyness. Her professor was dressed so handsomely as a King and… ‘Wait… is he referencing to…King Henry IV?’

“Umm Professor? Might I ask you a question? It’s about your costume,” she gestured to his outfit.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing! It’s just I’m curious if you’re dressed as King Henry IV?” she asked him. That question really surprised Tom. Most people would go along with the simple assumption that he was dressed as a king from some medieval era but (Name) really astonished him when she figured out who exactly he was dressed as. “Well…I’m surprised you noticed that and I appreciate how you figured it out.”

“Well it was obvious from the attention to detail you put on your costume…and you once mentioned in one of our classes that you had an affinity to the history of the royal monarch…” every time she talked her face would get redder but Tom found it cute. “Uhm…that was weird sorry. It’s just that I pay close attention to class…and I uhm…”

“It’s fine. Makes me impressed that you have a good memory of things and proud that there are some students who really take priority in their academics,” he said confidently. (Name) smiled shyly at him as she twirled a strand of hair. Tom felt his heart beating fast. Here he was interacting with the most beautiful girl on campus. He truly felt blessed being in her presence and chatting with her.

As for (Name), she did have some sort of attraction towards her professor, and she, just like him, at this moment, felt blessed to be in his presence. But she can’t help the impending feeling that she may have made a bad impression. Suddenly, her phone began to ring and on the screen flashed the current time, 11:30 pm. It was late. Even though it would be too soon to leave on a Halloween night, (Name) issued an alarm on her phone so she could go home and study a bit.

“I have to go,” she said disappointedly, “Oh, and thank you for the handkerchief, professor.”

He was given back the handkerchief but asked, “Leaving so soon? I hope you’re not going home alone.”

“Umm… It’s not far and I don’t want to bother my friends. They need this night more than I do.”

“I can’t have you roaming around alone in the middle of the night. Why don’t I accompany you home? It’s not safe,” he offered sincerely. He couldn’t let her walk alone in the streets at night especially after having a couple of drinks.

“Oh no, no. I don’t want to trouble you, sir.”

“It’s not an issue at all.” Tom would certainly take delight in this opportunity of escorting the young girl, even for a short moment.

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Side by side they walked together along the deserted streets of London. Though quite eerie, the lamp posts were bright and lit their path like a river of light. It was a beautiful sight really, like being in a dark space surrounded by stars. Tom and (Name) talked and talked like they were close friends but the reason for this incredible chemistry between them was that they understood each other. A warm feeling festered deep down inside (Name) when she talked with her professor and Tom felt the same when he was gifted with the presence of dear (Name).

They both had a warm feeling inside of them. They couldn’t stop smiling at one another. Their feelings for each other seem to grow at each second but they were too afraid to confront it.

“You don’t seem to use much invested in reading new novels, do you professor?” she had asked him.

“I never really have the effort to do so. All of my reading and research has always revolved around the classics,” he said so passionately.

She just smiled at him. She could also see the pure admiration and joy on his face when he discussed literature. “You can’t argue with the classics.”

“So true,” he laughed in agreement, “I ah didn’t realize I was rambling so much about my love of reading… I apologize.”

“It’s fine, professor. In fact, I admire how much you dedicate yourself to the classics it makes us look forward to your classes. You’re an incredible teacher and writer.” The way she had complimented him had warmed his heart and nearly caused his face to blush. He thanked her for her sweet comment about his passion.

Tom then immediately paused in his steps which caught the attention of his student. She turned back to him to see what the matter was. He remained silent for a while which made the girl worry. “Is everything alright, professor?”

The man took in deep breaths before fully facing the girl that has obscured the crevices of his mind for so long. He gave her a small smile that fluttered her heart and walked closer till their chests were near touching. (Name) was not exactly tall but to Tom, she was the perfect height. Her head only reached his chin causing her to tilt her head up in order to look at him. Face to face, chest to chest they were, their breaths caressing each other’s cheeks.

“I’m about to do something that may come as a surprise to you…But I hope not to come to regret it…” As he said that, a feeling of confusion drafted over (Name) at the weird statement he made. Before thinking further on the matter, (Name) felt a soft pressure on her soft lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock ran through her body…here she was being kissed by the most sought-after man in the entire campus.

She could feel him begin to pull away. That kiss was gentle, sweet, but at the same time sinful…she really liked it. No, she loved it. She loved how he felt the same and so with that she pushed herself forward and reciprocated the kiss. Tom also was in a state of shock but that feeling didn’t last. Right now, the girl he craved for wanted him as well.

Their lips met and molded one another, it was like a passionate dance between a couple in a heavy euphoric state. Their tongues wrestled one another fighting for dominance but Tom won the battle and took the chance to explore her mouth. Cherries and lemon is what he tasted. The kiss was getting hot and heavy, but Tom pulled away which disappointed the girl. He could see the look of worry as well as a storm of panic swirling through her glistening (e/c) eyes… so he leaned down, their foreheads touched, their eyes meeting, and their lips barely grazing each other…

“Let’s head to my place, darling. It’s just around the corner…” he genuinely smiled.

(Name) smiled then laughed, “Did you plan this, professor? How cheeky of you.”

But he playfully scoffed at her comment.

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“You have a lovely home, professor,” she said to him as they entered through his front door.

“Thank you, but please call me Tom…when we’re alone,” he said seductively to her as he cornered her to the wall. With her back to the wall now, she slowly looked up at him. Tom slightly leaned down and took his right hand to caress her soft cheek. His thumb rubbed her cheek in a soothing manner which sent chills down the girl’s spine.

“Of course, profe- I mean, Tom,” she stuttered out.

Hearing his name spill from her supple lips was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear her say it again. He craved for her to scream it loud. And he knew how he would do so. Tonight would be a most pleasuring but sinful night, indeed.

As the two kissed one another so hot and passionately, the professor’s hands began to wander the expanse of her body. He traced down from her back to her waist, and to her thighs. But the journey of his strong and slender hands didn’t stop as they ventured further to her round ass. When his fingers traced her ass, he could feel more skin and less panties…she was wearing a thong and a lace one at that.

He groaned knowing that his student was wearing a lace thong. (Name) squeaked whenever Tom gave a pinch at her cheeks but she then later felt one of his long fingers trail further until her crotch area. His finger started rubbing at her already wet panties which caused Tom to pull away and smirk down at the girl. “My, aren’t you wet, love. How naughty you are,” he teased the flustered and panting girl.

“Ple- Please,” she mumbled shyly but quietly.

“Say that again. Louder this time,” he taunted her.

“Please, fuck me, sir,” she begged him confidently but with a sense of embarrassment. Tom then smiled at the girls tantalizing request. Tonight, he would finally have a full taste of her and explore her sacred caverns.

Tom dragged his little fairy with him to his cozy living room and threw her on the couch. He began to undress from his costume until he was left in his boxers with a prominent bulge jutting out in excitement. “As much as I love that little dress, love, it will have to come off,” he said to her. He pounced on her like a hungry lion and ravaged her neck with a flutter of kisses and nips leaving a trail of hickies. Off her clothes went in a flash, till the girl was left bare aside from her damp white lace panties. (Name) did not wear a bra in her costume so when Tom dragged down her dress to her feet, her glorious and plump breasts popped out with a slight bounce.

There she lay on his couch, naked and in her panties, and Tom just stared, drinking in the mesmerizing and intoxicating sight of her form. Her nipples began to harden from their exposure to the cold air which didn’t go unnoticed by him. The view of her breasts caused his leaking cock to twitch painfully. (Name) couldn’t help but notice how hard he was…and boy was he packing. “Guess the rumors are true then…”

“What rumors?” he asked her and leaned his body to cage her. His arms grasped the backrest of the couch. She just smiled at him as she sat up straighter. “That you are very…well endowed.”

This caused him to chuckle at her realization. Tom then grabbed her thighs to pull her closer to him. He was crouched down with her legs at his sides and her ass at the edge of the cushion seat. He was sure he could smell the scent of her wet covered pussy and did she smell so divine.

“I’ve waited so long to do this…but for you darling, I’ll be gentle,” he assured her while rubbing his hands on her thighs as a way to soothe her nerves. This would be a night that neither of them would forget. His hands were now dragging her lace panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Bare she was, all for him to devour and appreciate the beauty before him. Her cute little cunt was now bare and exposed to the man she admired and lusted for… it brought a wave of excitement through her body.

Tom then leaned closer to her nether regions to place a kiss on her wet pussy which caused the girl to jump in surprise. She tucked her hands under her chin in a shy manner and in turn squished her perky breasts close together. This action didn’t go unnoticed by her professor but encouraged his arousal to rise and with that had pushed him to ravage her sacred cavern without patience. He needed a taste now. No more teasing, he thought to himself. Up, down, and side to side his tongue, skilled tongue really, toyed and teased (Name)’s pink clit so hard and at the same time Tom had gently thrust in her tight pussy two of his long slender fingers.

Overstimulated her body became, her body began to twitch and shake at the pure pleasure spreading through her entire being. “You-You’re really good at this, si-sir, I-I-I mean Tom,” she blushed at her own reply. The man of her dreams pulled away momentarily to respond back, “I have my experience, love. Oh and (Name)… I never got to mention this…but I love it when you call me, sir.” He smiled at her before returning back to his task of pleasing his lady.

The level of euphoria began to rise up fast, (Name) began to slightly dampen from the sweat of their bodies and she could not stop the sweet sounds that emitted from her soft supple lips painted with pink gloss. The pleasure within her began to grow to its highest peak, something she hasn’t experienced from other men or rather boys.

Suddenly, it began to rain, but indoors. As (Name) screamed in undeniable pleasure, her body unintentionally released a spray of warm liquid from her nether regions and onto her professor’s face. She’d realized that she squirted on Tom. “O-Oh my, this is so embarrassing!! I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t know I could do that! I-I-I it was just too good!” (Name) kept stammering apologies as she hid her face in her hands.

Her hands were pulled away by Tom, and he could see her nearly in tears but he brushed them away. He began to calm her, “Shh, Shh, no need to cry, darling. What you did was so beautiful and natural. I’m happy I’m making you feel good.”

“Really?” she sniffled.

“Really. All I want is for you to be happy and feel good…now just relax and let go.” As he said that, Tom pulled down his black boxers. When he stood up straight to properly remove his remaining garment, he had also given a tantalizing show in front of his student’s eyes. His long, hard cock bounced up from its confines and stood up straight and hard. (Name) stared in awe at her professor’s gorgeous cock. He was thick and long…how on earth was it going to fit inside her.

Tom could see the worry swim in her eyes but he tenderly assured her that she would be fine and like he promised he would be gentle. He now stood and began to align the tip of his cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy. Slowly he entered her sacred cavern. She was tight. So tight. He hissed from the way her walls closed tightened around his hard cock and from the pleasure of feeling her warm pussy. He loved it. He loved it so much.

(Name) closed eyes and bit her cheek from the intense feeling of him finally entering inside her. He was really inside her, she couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. A wet dream really. The two were really enjoying how they were entwined. They felt as though they were united in euphoric pleasure. They fit so well together like two perfect pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. There and then the world around began to dissolve and it was just them.

Tom was now fully inside her tight and drenched pussy so felt ready to move back and forth to build up the pleasure. In and out his cock went at a slow pace but it began to accelerate. (Name)’s hands were now hanging onto Tom’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin but he didn’t mind.

“Faster, Tom…please ah!” she moaned. Tom complied with her pleas and sped up his actions. Hard and fast he became and the two began moaning and groaning in pure pleasure. He leaned down to capture her panting lips to have a taste of her sweet lips again. They kissed and fucked so hard.

“Fuck! You are so amazing, love. I love being inside you.”

(Name) could also feel his balls slap against her ass which increased her arousal.

All of a sudden, Tom picked up his student by the legs while still impaled in her abused hole, to take a turn to sit on the couch. (Name) was now sitting on his lap with his gorgeous member twitching inside me.

“Ride me, darling,” he practically begged her.

“With pleasure,” she smirked back at him.

She widened her legs further giving him an appealing view of his cock hidden in her pussy. She moved her arms behind her to hold on to his legs for support. All in her naked glory (Name) was in, she practically looked like a goddess in her professor’s eyes. Up, down, up, down… (Name) lifted then lowered herself on his cock. Tom saw it all. From her pussy sliding up his cock to her mouth unleashing the most sinful sounds that could put a porn star to shame.

As she began to increase her pace, her breasts bounced up and down vigorously. Tom couldn’t look away from the way her breasts bounced and jiggled, he loved the scene in front of him, the way she came undone. He then grabbed her breasts and began to toy with her hard nipples stimulating her further. The way he was playing with her body caused (Name) to moan, groan, and pant.

“Fuck! I’m close, sir…b-but I want more…Rub my clit,” she panted hard to him, it was getting hard for her to speak clearly when her mind was clouded in euphoria.

“Uh Uh,” he tutted at her, “You have to beg, darling. And say it louder, I couldn’t hear you.” He was really enjoying this so why not add a little begging.

“P-P-Please, sir. Rub my clit…please!” she begged him while blushing mad.

Tom smirked at her begging and proceeded to do so as she required. He then rubbed a thumb on her clitoris which spiked an intense feeling of delight through her body. She could feel it. He could feel it.

Harder and harder she slammed on his lap to further impale her pussy. Tom and (Name) were now panting hard and fast. “Please cum inside me, sir,” she told him, “I wanna feel you! Ah! Ah!”

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Fuck!” she exclaimed.

Tom just panted and groaned aloud. He clenched his teeth hard until finally they had reached their high and came. Tom held on tight to her waist to hold her still, and to cum deep inside her. (Name) could feel his semen fill her. It was hot and filled her to the brim. He came so much that it started leaking out of her cunt while he was still inside her.

As Tom pulled out of her slowly but gently, some of his cum started dripping on the couch. He slid his fingers in her pussy to coat them in his cum then presented them to her. (Name) opened wide and closed around his drenched fingers. She tasted his cum and she hummed at the delicious taste. “Mmm… so good,” she complimented.

They were tired and exhausted but happy and content. Tom lifted his girl bridal style and brought her to his room where he tucked her in with his juice still inside her. He joined her and brought her close to his chest. With eyes closed and breaths labored, Tom and (Name) slept with smiles on their faces.

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Classics

Tom Hiddleston x reader request

Request: can you please write an imagine about tom where he meets his soulmate on set (she’s an assistant) and he’s amazed she also studied classics xxx

Summary: You’re an assistant on set but also in your last year of classics. Tom helps you study and maybe, finally, take you on a date for of course study purposes

Warning: age-gap but of course appropriate, fluff and big dark academia vibes!!!!!

Words: 3,2K

A/N: Okay OMG I love this! this fic is my new favorite! I love how this turned out! Thank you so much for the request dear anon!

Your family was in the movie business and you just got a job as an assistant to earn some money to pay for your college. It was mostly running on set and doing what they asked you while studying from your books. You were currently in your last year of college studying Classics, which at the moment wasn’t making your life easier even though you loved what you did. You learned to multitask very fast! It was the movie infinity war where you were an assistant. You already had a great bond with most of the cast because you did a lot of things for them. You mostly assisted them. Most saw you as a little sister, which you were fine with except with Tom. You had a huge crush on the actor and really hoped he didn’t see you as a little sister even though you thought that was false hope. Of course he wouldn’t date you. You were at least 17 years younger so you could put that out of your head. You just tried to enjoy the time that you had.

You were in the period where you had a lot of exams and your head was just running over with everything. It was lunch break and you wondered off so you could study. Your hands were on either side of your head as you let out a loud huff. “Hey, there you are.” You heard the familiar voice of Tom. You looked up and you felt your cheeks fluster as Tom softly smiled at you fully dressed in his Loki costume. “Hey” you said softly. He frowned at you. “Are you okay?” you let out another sigh. “No, I’m stressed and I can’t get it in my head.” He took a seat next to you and looked at your books.

You felt indulged in the cologne that surrounded him and now you too. He started to read the pages and explain it to you. You focused on what he said and listened carefully. He started to quiz you and you got the answered the questions right. He smiled sweetly at you while you had the biggest grin on your face. “thank you so much Tom!” you happily said while placing your arms around his neck and got in a hug. It took Tom by surprise but he placed his arms around you too, softly giggling. “my pleasure sweetheart. Any time”. You felt your cheeks burn up again and pulled out of a hug. “erhm could you maybe help me study for my exams? Only if you have time though!” you quickly said the last sentence knowing what a busy man Tom is.

He giggled, “I would love nothing more dear.” Your smile got brighter by the second. “Let’s place the books down for a while alright?” he stood up and he stretched out his hand for you to take, which you took happily. “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we go to the big library today and find some more books and I’ll explain it to you!?” Tom asked you very excitingly, happy that he found someone that shares the exact same passion as him. “I would love that!” You gave him a big smile.

After shooting you both walked to the library talking about your studies and the things that he knew. You walked in the library which was before hand a cathedral. You loved this place and so did Tom. You walked towards the back and you searched out some books with care. You didn’t notice the glances Tom gave you. He looked with so much adoration at you and smiled when you found a book which you would then place in his hands. He had about 5 books holding it tightly. He saw that you picked some of his favorites which made his own heart melt. He never expected to fall for someone quit that young but yet there you are. In your own glory. The age didn’t really to seem to bother him as he found you an old soul. You both took a seat against each other and dove into the books together. He had your study books in front of him and you had the books that you chose laying out for you. You both lost time that night while being in your own little world with Tom. Like you were the only people on this earth. You kept stealing glances at each other and when you both did you would look away as quickly. You saw Tom blushing when you caught him looking. Sometimes you would be lost in your own world while studying his features instead of the books in front of you. He would look up and smile at you which made you fluster and took a glance at your books. It was around midnight when you both were kindly asked to leave.

He would always bring you home. Hands deeply in his pockets while listening to your new findings in the old books that you loved so much. Tom found a new hobby and that was to hear you talk with so much knowledge about the same passion he had. You often told him things he even didn’t know. This lasted for a week and you both grew closer to each other by every evening. With every more stolen glances between the two of you.

You looked around set for Tom to ask him if he wanted to join you to the library this evening again. You saw him getting some coffee. “Hey Tom!” you greeted him excitedly. “Hello darling” he chuckled at your excitement. “Do you want to join me to the library this evening?” you asked him hopeful. Tom was shuffling on his feet if you didn’t know better you would think he was nervous. “I might know something different that would help you with the exams.” He saw that he caught your attention a little bit more. “If you’d let me take you to dinner I can show you a museum after, where I can tell you more about the things you need to learn right now.” he looked hopefully at you and you looked gob smacked. Was he asking you on a date right now? You shook that thought quickly out of your head but you definitely weren’t going to refuse either. “I’d love to Tom” you told him with a kind smile, which he returned with love.” “I’ll pick you up by 7?” you nodded. He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek and went his way, while you stood there trying to comprehend what just happened.

You quickly went to Scarlett as she knew about your “little” crush on Tom. She smiled at you as you told her everything. “Well then we’re going to have to take you shopping after for something cute.” She told you. “What are we shopping for?” Lizzie asked coming into view. You felt your cheeks fluster. “Oh just for her date with Tom” Scarlett told Lizzie casually. Lizzie looked at you with a grin while you just looked at your shoes. “We’ll alright what are we waiting for then?” Lizzie said. You looked at the time. “I can’t I still have to work for another hour.” You told them. “Well alright, we’ll wait for you and just come by Scarlett’s trailer once your done okay?” you nodded at Lizzie. “See you guys in a bit!” you gave them a hug and walked off.

~time skip~

You got home after your little shopping trip with the girls through London. It started to become gloomy since autumn got here. You loved the weather and the feeling that came with it. It had dark academia vibes which you just lived for. That’s also what studying for classics pulled you in. You could definitely say that you are an old soul.

You got dressed and put a little bit of make-up on but not too much. You looked in the mirror and even though you were self-conscious, you were happy right now. The doorbell rang and you felt your heartrate pick up as well. Quickly you made your way to the door and took a breath before opening it. You saw Tom standing there with your favorite flowers and something wrapped in old paper. You felt flustered. He was wearing a blue suit and stood underneath an umbrella. You looked at the flowers in shock. Maybe this was an actual date you thought getting hope. “you look absolutely gorgeous Y/N” he told you with a soft smile that made your heart melt. “ As do you Tom!” you told him coyly.

“Please come in.” You said quickly stepping aside for him to come in. “I got you something” he gave you the present to you and you opened it carefully. It was an old antique book, you could tell. It was your favorite book but the first edition which you could never get your hands on. You looked at him in surprise. He smiled coyly at you. You gave him a big hug “Thank you Tom, I love it” he chuckled “You’re welcome my darling. “I eh hope you like the flowers as well.” He told you, giving them to you while delicately placing his lips to your cheek. They started to burn up again and you quickly dove into the kitchen to get a vase. “I love them, thank you Tom. It’s very kind” You told him smiling.

He looked around in your cozy place. “I love the paintings on the wall. Who is the artist?” he asked you while studying them closely. “Ehm well that should be me” you told him a little shy. He quickly looked at you and stayed silent for a moment. “You made this?” you nodded. “Oh my, you’re extremely talented!” he told you and you felt flustered again, smiling as you looked at your shoes. “How long does it take you to paint these? There so detailed” he asked you while looking with admiration at the paintings. “It depends but it can take me weeks.” You told him. What Tom obviously didn’t knew was that you were painting one for him. “They’re amazing. Really” He looked at you deeply hoping that you knew that he meant that.

You smiled again feeling flustered. He saw that you felt like that so he changed the subject. “Are you ready love?” he asked you softly and you nodded. You walked out the door and Tom got down the steps of your front door opening up his umbrella. He held out his hand for you to take the steps down which you gladly took. You felt the butterflies going crazy at the small but loving gesture of Tom. Instead of letting go of your hand he placed it on his arm as you walked closely to each other for the shared umbrella. It was cloudy, misty and a little rainy outside but you loved the ambience as it gave you a sincere calm feeling.

He let you in a nice cozy restaurant where the waiter walked you to the back where you would be seated. It was a nice cozy booth. “It’s really nice here Tom, thank you for taking me here.” You told him with a sweet smile which he returned. “Believe me it’s all my pleasure darling.” You felt flustered and looked down. He took your hand in his to get your attention back even though he knew it still was on him. You looked in surprise at him and he smiled at you “I should thank you for joining me” he told you while looking deeply into your eyes. You felt flustered and at lost for words. He slowly let go of your hand not overstepping your boundaries, but your hand felt cold without his in it. You smiled at him and he ordered two red wines for you both.

The dinner was really nice even though you felt extremely shy in the beginning, you were starting to loosen up thanks to Tom. You both talked a lot but about different topics which was a nice change. He paid for dinner even though you protested he kindly rejected you to it.

You were strolling your way to the museum with your arm linked around Tom’s. It didn’t take long before you arrived. He slowly took your hand in his. He looked at you. “Is eh.. This okay?” you felt your cheeks burn up but decided not to look away this time. “Yes, it definitely is.” You said confident which made him want to smile brightly at you but he tried to hold it in and gave you a loving smile at you instead. You walked around while Tom told you a lot of new things and pointed out a lot of things on paintings and older findings. But to Tom’s surprise you started to catch up on him and tell him more new things then he could tell you. He smiled brightly at you with adoration visible in his eyes.

“What?” you asked him chuckling. He looked at the ground still smiling. “I don’t think I can teach you something new but you definitely teach me” He chuckled which made you realize that indeed you knew most of the things that you needed to know and even more than that. “You don’t have to worry about your exams anymore. You are going to do great!” he told you while standing in front of you, taking your other hand in his as well. he looked at you with love which made you look down. he placed his finger underneath your chin so you would look at him. he softly rubbed your cheek. “Your amazing did you know that? I’ve never met someone quite like you” You felt incredible shy not knowing what to do but blush.

You walked around the museum for a quite a bit, hand in hand before walking out. You decided to get some coffee and stroll around London for a bit more. Tom noticed you shiver and without saying something he took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. You looked at him and smiled “Thank you Tom” you told him and this time you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. After walking around for a bit you saw a coffee stand where you wanted to order. The man behind the stand had a stereo where some classical music came out of. Tom placed down his umbrella and placed out his hand for you to grab. “Might I have this dance with you my lady?” he asked you and you chuckled but never experienced something more romantic then this. “Yes, you may” you chuckled placing your hand in his. You both started to slow dance in the rain while staring into each other’s eyes. His hand that was placed delicately on your back pulled you more into his body.

After the song ended you both giggled a bit ordering coffee. “You both really make a beautiful couple. It reminds me of my young years with my wife.” The man said. You could see the love in his eyes while he thought back at his own beautiful memories. You both chuckled shyly not wanting to end a fantasy for the both of you. This time you paid leaving no room for a discussion and you kindly tipped the man and went your way again. You walked through the park went on a sort of sight seeing tour with Tom.

But unfortunately it started to get late and you started to get more cold. Tom took you home as usual. You both calmly chatted about the evening a bit and how much fun you had. It didn’t took you long to arrive at your place. You both shuffled around a little in front of your door. “Thank you for this night Tom, I had a lot of fun.” You told him and he replied once again with “It’s really my pleasure darling”. Tom looked down and you went for a kiss on his cheek but he looked up in that exact same moment which landed your lips on his. You quickly pulled away in shock. More in shock for his reaction. You both stared at each other in silence. You started to regret it, scared that you might lose him. “Tom, I’m so sorry…” You were caught off by his lips. The kiss was passionate. Like you were lovers in an old life and you’ve finally found each other after centuries of searching for one another. He placed his hand on the back of your head while pushing you softly against the wall.

After the long awaited kiss you both broke away from it. Breathing rapidly while resting your head against each other. His hands still placed on your cheeks and your fingers still holding tightly onto his suit. “I’ve waited so long for that” he whispered against your lips. “You and me both” you told him. He looked deeply into your eyes while you traced your finger softly against his features on his face. There was this sort of sensed calmness in the air around you. It felt clearer. “I’ve actually something for you too.” You told him with a soft smile. You took his hand and walked up your door. He stayed silent waiting what you had in store for him. “I thought I would give it later to you because it wouldn’t be handy if you’d carried it with you all the time. You definitely made Tom’s curiosity spike up. You walked into your art room after putting the warm dim lights on.

You stood in front of the painting that you made and looked at Tom. “I made this for you.” This time he was gob smacked. He looked at you in surprise. “For me?” he asked you softly. You nodded with a bright smile. His eyes went big looking at the painting. There was so much adoration in his eyes while he looked at the painting. “This is the best gift I have ever received in my entire life, thank you so much” he told you now standing in front of you, hands placed on your cheeks again. You pulled him in a desired kiss. He led you to your couch, both falling on it. Giggling but never letting go of one another. You both laid down staring at each other and so now and then kissed. But this time just taking each other’s time not hasting any of it. it was loving and enjoying each other. You didn’t know when but you fell asleep in Tom’s arms the last thing to hear him say is that he loves you. “I love you too” You mumbled back and you felt yourself pulled closer to the man in question. Indulged in the arms that are wrapped around you, knowing that everything would be okay. And if it’s not, then at least there’s Tom.

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Ember

Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Warning: Child neglect, swearing, angst, death

Summary: After being kidnapped by Hydra, Y/N does some reflecting on her home life. Especially her relationship with her father

italics = past pov

Bold= thoughts

Italic bold= ghosts

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You never thought your life would end like this. Alone, trapped in a Hydra cell, full of anger and resentment for the one man who was never supposed to break your heart. Of course, up until now you had been pretty optimistic your father would realize the error of his ways and miraculously spend years making up for years of missed recitals, ignored achievements, and multiple other offenses. You always forgave him because, hey the man was a member of the Avengers, what should you expect having Tony Stark as a father?

But right now, as you lay on the cold, damp floor, writhing in pain from whatever glowey nuclear shit those assholes injected you with, you can’t help but remember the mistreatment and neglect bestowed upon you by your father.

It was, it was September Winds blow, dead leaves fall

You’ll always remember that September day. The day your entire life had changed

You were only eight when Loki tried to take over New York. You and your mom were coming home from the store when all of a sudden, people around you started to panic. Looking up, you saw a large portal in a once clear blue sky. Creatures appeared out of no where, destroying anything in their way. Your mother, terrified, took you by the hand and headed for a near by building. But, it seemed that others had that idea as well. Before you knew it, your vision was overwhelmed by the bodies of citizens trying to escape the chaos outside. After a few seconds, you found yourself in a crowed parking garage and no idea where your mother was.

You never saw her again after that.

After three days of searching, the police declared her dead and you were sent to live with your godmother, Pamela Isely.

She was good to you. She held you through nightmares, told you stories about how your mother and her met, and even taught you how to take care of plants. The only complaint you had was that she would usually leave you alone every once in a while and come back with a lot of money, and occasionally, a loud blonde woman in a clown costume would come through the window and pinch your cheeks too hard. Other than that, you got adjusted to your new life quickly.

Four months passed and your life changed again. It was a cold September day, and you had just got home from school. As you walked into the apartment, you immediately felt a tension in the air, and you saw a man at the table with your Aunty Pam, who looked extremely uneasy and pale. They stared at you until your Aunt spoke.

“Y/N...you’re going back to New York.”

Those words alone made the floor fall from underneath you. You had just settled down. You finally felt comfortable without your mother in the world and now this?? Then the man cleared his throat, causing you to snap back into reality.

“Y/n, my name is Tony Stark”

You knew that name, he was the man in the metal suit who helped save New York. You didn’t care at the moment though, you just wanted to know why you were leaving your aunt.

Ignoring Tony, you looked at your aunt and whispered,

“ Did...did I do something wrong?”

Immediately, Pams eyes filled with tears as she quickly gathered you in her arms and responded with a loud,

“Oh no, darling of course not”, She then proceeded to tell you the uncomfortable looking man at the table was in fact your father, who up till now you had never met. In fact, you never even fathomed the idea of having a father as your mom had always told you that you were a gift from some fairies she helped. You turned to the man who quietly sat at the table and looked over the man who was said to be your father.

He was definitely a handsome man. He wore a fancy looking suit and some tinted glasses even though he was inside. His hair was dark brown and messy, as if he was tugging or running his fingers through it. His skin looked to be am olive color but it was hard to tell as he looked kind of pale in the light of the small apartment you called home. You thought it was odd he hadn’t said anything other than introducing himself.

“ Is it true? Are you really my dad?” You asked in a quiet voice.

He finally spoke, “Yeah kid, I’m your dad”

To you, I did surrender

Two weeks, you didn’t call

It’s been two weeks since you were taken by Hydra. Two weeks since you were injected with that mystery substance. You didn’t die, at least you don’t think you did. But you didn’t exactly feel alive either. You were colder than usual, like your body temperature lowered. You slept longer than normal especially the first three days after you were injected. The guards had to wake you up just to get you to eat. But the most worrying symptom of all is that your eyes were the same shade of neon blue as the liquid that was injected into your body. And everytime your eyes turned blue, something weird would happen.

For example, the first time you noticed your eyes were blue, you woke up from the first long sleep.The second time, you thought you heard voices, screaming in agony and despair.This was odd because you were the only one in that cell block. As you came back to reality, you realized that you could see other ghostly figures in the once empty cells, and that you were floating three feet above your bed.

Within the two weeks you were in that cell, you learned that that day you were injected, your heart did stop for an hour until you miraculously sprung back to life with a loud gasp, scaring the absolute shit out of the Hydra guards that were tasked with disposing your body. That would go through physical changes as well. Your once brown skin would change to a pale ghostly blue. And your black kinky hair would change to a shocking neon blue to match the color of your eyes.

For two weeks, you learned the ins and outs of your newfound powers. Two weeks of being pushed to your absolute limits by power hungry scientists. Two weeks of learning the names of the dead around you in those cells.

It took two weeks, to realize that your father truly didn’t care about you.

And looking back on it, you should’ve known

Your life, goes on without me My life, a losing game

It had been a year since you had moved into the Avengers Tower with your father. It had taken you a while to warm up to the team and for the team to get used to having a child around. But once you all got to know each other, it was like having multiple aunts and uncles. Especially because you were around them more than your own father.

Unfortunately, once you had settled in and gotten to know everyone, Tony had locked himself away in his lab. Tinkering on a new project for weeks on end, ignoring his responsibilities as a new father.

Now, this didn’t really affect you till you started school. Tony had forgotten to pick you up multiple times, causing you to wait for hours on end till either Steve or Pepper realized that you hadn’t come home and rushed to the school , only to see you waiting on the front steps talking the ear off of the unlucky teacher who had to stay behind to wait with you.

Of course word got around that Y/N Stark was being forgotten at school everyday, thus prompting the kids at school to taunt you everyday after school.

“Where's your daddy Y/N??”

“I bet he leaves you here so you can get kidnapped so he doesn’t have to look at you”

“Your own dad doesn’t even love you”

Once you got to middle school, you joined as many after school clubs to hide the fact that there was no one to pick you up. And a small part hoped that it would be enough to gain your fathers attention. But it didn’t happen.

“Daddy! I made the volleyball team!”

“hmm, oh that's great kid, can you pass me that wrench”

“Dad! I’m in the robotics club”

“Y/N I’m really busy right now”

“ Hey dad...can you help me with--”

“Not now, go ask Pepper”

No matter what you did, you could never get his attention long enough. Nothing you did was good enough. You never got so much as a “welcome home” or a “ have a good day at school kiddo”. And you were fine with that. You were, because you knew that even though he didn’t show it, Tony Stark really did love you.

But you should, you should not doubt me You will remember my name.

After learning the extent of your powers, which included; flying,the ability to talk and see the dead, energy blasts, floating through walls, and the ability to shut off your powers at will. You decided it was time for you to make plans to escape.

You’d like to think that you were really good at pretending.

You did it on a daily basis, really. You pretended to be happy, not to notice Tony’s neglect, like you didn’t see the pity glances the rest of the team gave you. So convincing your captors that they finally broke you down wasn’t really a challenge.

“....fine..i’ll help you” You said in a tired weak voice.

The two guards were startled at first, not expecting you to speak so suddenly

“You..what?” The younger of the two asked in a suspicious tone.

“I said I want to help you” you repeated a little louder.

The first guard looked to the second, obviously confused at your sudden change of heart. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, as if debating on whether this was a trick or not. Finally, the older of the two turned to you and said,

“This better not be a trick, Stark.”

And with that, he started to unlock the door to your cell.

“Okay, now I can either fight them now and make a break for it, or I can wait till i get to the--”

Your thoughts were cut off by a loud wailing, piecing your ears and automatically giving you a headache. Wincing in pain you look around the empty cell blocks and try to locate the spirit that’s making all that noise. When you see it, your heart breaks. It’s a young boy, around your age. The first thing you notice about him is that he had white hair, kinda Danny Phantom. As you continued to stare at the boy, his head suddenly turned and you both made eye contact, the movement startling you enough to make you jerk in the hold of the guards

“ HEY, eyes forward!” shouted the older guard. “There's no way out, if that's what you're looking for’ He said in a smug tone.

“I said I wanted to join you, why would I want to escape?” You reply, irritation dripping from your words.

“Just don’t pull any tricks kid.”

God does he have any other lines, you think to yourself mentally rolling your eyes. Sounds familiar.

Oh Ember, you will remember

Oh Ember, one thing remains

“Y/N I’m busy, go as--” “I know, go ask Pepper”

“Oh kid, I’m sorry I forgot” “ yeah, I know”

“You’re on the volleyball team” “ yes dad. For four years now”

“Y/N! I’m gonna be in the lab with Peter so try not to bother us.”

“Y/N me and Peter--”

“Good job, Peter”

“Hey Peter--”

God were you tired of that name. You never ever felt the feeling of envy and anger as much as you did when Peter came into your life.

In fact, you were still healing from almost losing your family you found in the Avengers. Your dad didn’t want you around the “traitors” as he privately called them, so you were secluded. Watching them from afar and yearning for the comfort of hearing Steves pre-war stories, helping Clint pull off the most ridiculous pranks, helping Wanda teach Vision how to cook, and most of all you missed talking to Natasha. She reminded you of your aunt Pam, mainly because they both had red hair. You hoped that your father would understand this loss and step up now that you really needed a connection, but no. He decided that Peter Parker deserved all his attention. So you stopped trying as hard.

Oh Ember, So warm and tender You will remember my name

You walk into a room with a singular table and no windows. Sat at the table was a bald man writing in a notebook. The two guards lead you to the table and make you sit opposite of the bald man. He looks up at you and smiles.

“So, Ms. Stark has finally decided to comply?” He asks in a smug tone. You roll your eyes and answer back in a sarcastic tone,

“Yeah yeah, just cut the crap and tell me what you want me to do.”

The bald man just smiles and looks at you, as if trying to read your mind to figure out your motives.

“Well”, he says, leaning back into his chair. “Lets get down to business.” He then proceeds to talk about the process of join his team and what you will be doing. But you don’t hear a word of it. Because you were going to escape this hell hole one way or another.

“Well then, lets get you changed.” said the bald man. “Yeager, Jennings, take our guest to to her new room.

“Huh so they do have names.” You think, as they pull you out of the chair and into the hallway. Walking back into the cell block, you make eye contact with that white haired boy again. He’s quiet as he watches you walk back to your room, then he disappears.

You finally get back to your cell and notice a pair of black spandex, black halter top, grey boots and some black gloves on the floor. Changing into them, you take your hair into a pineapple with a hair tie they had given you. Looking into the piece of metal you used as a mirror, you changed into your ghost form. Suddenly, you hear a male voice behind you.

“Don’t let them know you can do that.”

You startle and turn around, only to see none other than the white haired boy. He looked equally as startled as he realized you can see and hear him.

“Why not?” you asked, changing back to your normal self.

“Because, they won’t ever let you leave.You’re already the first one to survive the injection. If they realize you can go ghost, they’ll do everything in their power to control you.”

Your mind flashed to Bucky. How Steve told you that they kept him. Brainwashing him over and over till he just became a weapon. You were not going to let them do that to you. You looked back at the boy.

“Can you help me get out of here?” you asked hopefully. The boy looked at you and said,

“Well I’ve got nothing else to do.” You let go a sigh of relief. You were about to say something when you heard Yeager and Jennings walking down the hallway.

“They’re coming” You whisper, “ what do I do?”

“This base is small. All the people here are the only ones who know about it. They’re all going to be in the training room you’re being taken to. Wait till you get there, phase into the floor to the basement and blow up the heater. That should cause the whole building to cave in”

You again don’t get to respond, as the two men finally get to your cell and unlock it. You walk out of the cell, head held high and allow them to lead you to the training room. Despite the look of confidence, you were dreading the next few moments.

“So how come I’m the only one here?” you ask, even though you know the answer. The older guard looks at you and says

“You’re the only one who survived.” You fake a look of shock and look forward as if the news made you uneasy. And it did. It made you mad that these people didn’t care that they were murdering innocent people. They couldn’t hear the cries and the wails of agony these poor trapped souls emitted. In a way, it was ironic. Back at the tower, you were the poor soul nobody could see. And now you were surrounded by them.

Your heart, your heart is rendered Your loss, now bear the shame

This was the last straw. There was only so much you an take before you broke and this was it.

Tony didn’t intend for you to hear it, but god did it hurt all the same. One phrase shattered your whole world.

“You know Spiderling, your kinda like the kid I always wanted to have.”

An tense silence filled the common room. The first time in months you were able to see th eteam and they had to bear witness to this. Of course they did, who else would give you that stare full of sorrow and pity. You barely even noticed though. You were too busy looking at the “heartwarming scene.”

“that's such bullshit” Oh, how you wish you had a camera if only to capture the look of pure “oh shit” painted on Steve's face.

“What..what was that kid?” Asks your father. You turn to him, a fury in your eyes that nobody has ever seen.

“THAT IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT.” You scream. “ FOR EIGHT YEARS I HAVE TRIED SO HARD FOR YOU TO LOVE ME. EIGHT YEARS I JOINED CLUBS, GOT THE HIGHEST GRADED IN CLASS AND FOR WHAT?”

Tony and Peter look at you in shock “Y/n..wha..what are you talking about?” Peter asks in a baffled voice.

“Oh eat shit Peter! You know exactly what I’m talking about! Do you not find it weird, that your new mentor spends every single second of free time he has on you and not with his daughter?? Or are you so needy for some sort of parental validation that you don’t even care??”

Deep down you know it’s not Peters fault. Hell, you two probably could have been good friends if your dad wasn’t such a tool.

“Hey kid, I don’t know what's gotten into you, but that was way over the line.” Said Tony in a stern voice. Your eyes harden.

“Oh, did I hurt your poor little spiders feelings?? I didn’t even know you cared about other peoples feelings Tony? Or is it just your daughters that you ignore ?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t ignore you, stop being so over dramatic.”

OVERDRAMATIC?? DO YOU REALIZE THE ONLY THING YOU KNOW ABOUT ME IS MY NAME??” You are now sobbing. “ Do you even know my favorite color? How old I am?”

Tony looks at you, eyes wide.”Y/N...” You cut him off

“Just forget it. I understand now. I will never be important to you. Not like Peter apparently is. I just wish it didn't take me eight years to figure that out.” And with that, you run out of the room, tears running down your cheeks and ignoring the calls of your father, the team, and Peter.

You run for a few blocks and cry in an alleyway. not the smartest idea but you were too upset to care. And as you cry, you don’t notice the dark shadow behind you before its too late and the world goes dark.

Like dead trees, in cold december Nothing but ashes remain

The hydra base was now engulfed with flames. Your body was tired from phasing through the walls, and your head hurts from those energy blasts. But one thing brings some happiness in your heart as you watch all the souls that were trapped there realize they are free. All but one, the white haired kid. He walks up to you.

“So you did it.” He says with a smile. You smile back.

“Yeah I did. Thanks to you.”

“Blue suits you.” he says with a blush. You squint at him for a second and let out a chuckle.

“Thanks” ,You’re both silent for a few seconds, watching the souls leave. You speak up again.

“Why aren’t you leaving like them” You question him.

“I don’t know, I guess my time here isn’t up.” he says looking out at the horizon. You nod and look at around trying to figure out where you are.

“So, what are you going to do next” he asks. Your body stiffens as you are filled with resentment.

“I’m going to visit my father.” You say, eyes glowing a neon blue.

You will remember my name.

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The Nanny - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

“Papa!” India ran towards her father, Chris Hemsworth.

Hemsworth picked her up, looking around for whoever had the other two. When he spotted you, he waved and laughed seeing both boys clung to you. You had one on each hip. A big perk of being curvy is that it makes it a lot easier to tote the little ones around.

It was rare that him and his wife, Elsa, both had projects going on at the same time, but when it did happen, they had a close friend nanny the children near one of the projects. With the twins being a year old and able to be away from their mother for a short time, Elsa reluctantly took a month-long job where she would be doing quite a lot of traveling. Chris put her worries at ease and told her she had put her own career on hold quite a lot for their family. You had met the couple back when you nannied for their manager. When they had India, you helped them navigate having a child while working in Hollywood. When the twins arrived, you once again moved in with the family and helped smooth the hectic schedule involved in being a parent to three kiddos while working in such a high-demand and publicized job.

“India, I told you to wait for me” you gently scolded the young girl.

“…but I saw papa n unca Tom” she replied, hiding her face in her father’s neck.

“India, you know you need to listen to Y/n. She just wants you to be safe” Hemsworth said, rubbing her back with his hand.

“…m sorry” she said, peeking her face out and smiling at you.

“Thank you” you replied.

“You look like you’ve got your hands full” Tom said, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the two boys sitting on your hips. “I think we’re done for the day” he added, gaining the attention of Tristan, one of the twin boys.

Tristan reached out a hand, making grabby gestures towards Tom. “Looks like you’re about to have your hands full” you quipped, safely passing the 1 year old to Tom who happily took him into his arms.

“Hey, buddy” Tom said, smiling as the young boy gently played with the wig he was wearing. Tom was great with everyone’s kids. It kind of made you wonder why he hadn’t had any of his own.

Hemsworth spoke to India, bouncing her up and down. “Papa and uncle Tom need to go get out of our costumes and then we can all go home and eat. Does that sound okay?” Chris was talking to India, but he looked at you and Tom as well just wanting to confirm that this plan worked for everyone and making sure Tom knew he was welcome to join.

“Sounds wonderful” Tom replied.

“India, why don’t we go get dinner started for everybody. I could use some help.” You knew that India LOVED to help cook.

“Your papa takes a lot longer than me to get ready…” Tom teased, making Hemsworth laugh. “So why don’t you let me walk you back to the car with Y/n so he can get a head start?”

India started squirming, wanting her dad to put her down. “Make sure you hold uncle Tom’s hand the whole way.”

When you got back to the car, you put Sasha in the first child safety seat and turned to grab Tristan from Tom. “Thank you for walking them back with me”, you smiled up at your always generous friend.

“No need to thank me” he said, passing off the second boy. “You’re incredible with them, but I know it has to be a lot of work.”

Strapping Tristan into the second child safety seat, you replied. “You’re a natural with kids, Tom. You’re going to make a wonderful dad someday.”

Slightly blushing, he replied. “Well, I’ll take that as the highest compliment coming from you.”

Tom’s sincerity kind of stopped you in your tracks for a second. “I’ll take that as a compliment as well”, you failed at hiding the grin he’d put on your face. “India, say bye bye to uncle Tom. He needs to go get ready so him and papa can come home.”

The girl gave Tom a hug before reaching for you. “I’ll see you guys soon” Tom said, waiting to leave until you got the third child strapped in so he could open your door for you.

“Always a gentleman” you smiled at Tom who was still in full Loki garb.

As you climbed into the car, Tom said “A woman such as yourself deserves to be served by the gods.”

You felt your cheeks warm as you thanked him again. “Remind Chris that he promised he’d bring home ice cream for India.”

When you got to the house where you, the kids, and Chris were staying during filming you pulled into the garage and unloaded the kids. The two boys were in their safe gated area in the living room so they could play, and India was sat on the counter helping you tear apart lettuce for the salad.

“Good job, sweetie.” You said, finishing up the grilled chicken and squash. “Can you go wash your hands for dinner while I get the boys set up in their high-chairs?” you asked, setting India on the ground. “Make sure you use the bathroom downstairs. No stairs without an adult!” you called out. You continued making the salad at the counter

“Dinner smells wonderful” you heard, feeling a hand on your shoulder. You were startled, not knowing the guys had arrived home.

“Shit!” you yipped, turning and almost dropping the bowl in your hands.

Tom grabbed the bowl, trying to hold back laughter. “I’m so sorry” he laughed out, setting the bowl on the counter and wrapping his arms around you.

“You made me say a bad word” you replied, laughing into Tom’s chest. You wrapped your arms around him and leaned back against the counter for stability. Looking up at him you added, “No swearing in front of the children”.

“Well, I’m not the one that said it, darling” a smirk present on his otherwise serious face.

“You’re supposed to leave the mischief at work” you laughed, dropping your arms from around him and turning to finish the salad.

“What fun would that be?” he said quietly into your ear as he reached around you and snagged a vegetable out of the salad.

When you turned around, he was stepping over the child gate to grab one of the twins and get them set up at the table. You shook your head as if you could shake away the very inappropriate thoughts you were having about your friend.

You could hear Hemsworth laughing in the other room, India giggling along with him. “Well, are you going to tell me the secret?” he said. “No one else can know?” he questioned. India must have been trying to tell him something. “Well, they can’t hear you, just whisper it to me.” It got quiet for a moment. “Ah, I see. I’ll have to pay attention and see for myself.”

“Are you telling secrets?” Tom asked after grabbing the second twin and setting them up at the table.

“Mmhmm” you heard her say as you brought the platters full of food to the table.

“Do I get to know?” you asked, turning to grab the twin’s bowls since they weren’t eating adult food yet.

“Maybe” she answered before telling her dad she could get in her own chair. She was quite proud that she wasn’t in a high-chair anymore and she wanted to seat herself.

“Do you need help with anything else, darling?” Tom asked, following you back into the kitchen.

“Help me grab the cups of water?” you answered, handing him two full cups before grabbing your own and a small juice cup for India.

“Dinner was delicious” Hemsworth said, leaning back in his chair with his hands over his stomach.

“It truly was” Tom added, standing to gather the dishes.

“I’m glad” you replied, gathering the dishes Tom hadn’t grabbed. “You don’t have to clear the table.” You said, reaching for the last dish.

“Nonsense” he replied, grabbing your hand before you could grab the last dish. “You worked hard preparing this wonderful meal. The least I can do is help clean up.”

He wouldn’t let go of your hand until you conceded. “If you must” you said with a smile. “Thank you.”

You saw India crawl into her dad’s lap and whisper something to him. “I see” he answered, looking between you and Tom.

You shot him a look, letting him know you were suspicious of whatever they were talking about. Hemsworth shrugged, acting innocent.

After dishes were done and leftovers were put away, Chris put the twins to bed. You could hear him singing along with the giggles of the twin boys. “India, do you want to take a bath before bed or in the morning?”

“Tomorrow” she answered, crawling up the stairs to her room with you right on her heels.

“Tom, there’s a bottle of red wine already out on the counter if you want to grab a few glasses. I’ll be back down in a few.” You called down the stairs.

When you finished getting India dressed in her jammies and got a movie playing in her room, you headed back down the stairs. You could hear the guys talking in living room, but you couldn’t really make out what they were talking about. “You make it sound a lot easier than it is” you heard Tom say before you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“All good?” Hemsworth asked, getting up to go say goodnight to his daughter.

“As per usual, she’s a dream. She’s watching Big Hero 6.” You answered, walking into the living room.

“Come sit” Tom said, holding out a glass of wine for you.

You grabbed the glass and sat in the spot next to Tom. “Thank you for pouring the wine” you said, taking a sip and sighing, laying back against the soft couch.

“Long day?” Tom asked.

“Not nearly as long as yours. I can’t imagine going non-stop all day like you guys do.” You answered, turning your head to face Tom as you took another sip of wine.

“Ridiculous” he said, tapping his glass against yours. “You take care of three tiny human beings that have all of the energy and attitude of their father”, he laughed. “I’d argue that your job is harder.”

“They’re great kids. The only reason this week has been a bit tiring is because the twins are teething. Sasha seems to be getting it worse, though” you explained.

“Poor thing” Tom said.

“I know. He’s been clung to my side all week. I’m surprised Chris got him to sleep, actually. He’s been fussy at bedtime and usually ends up passing out in my arms.” You felt Tom’s arm slip from the back of the couch to your shoulders.

“Well, enjoy the break” he said, pulling you to lean into his side a bit. “Though I can’t blame him for wanting to sleep in your arms.”

You looked up at Tom. “You’ve been awfully complimentary today.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve got a wonderfully voluptuous figure, darling.” He cleared his throat. “I imagine anyone that gets to fall asleep in your embrace is going to sleep well.”

“Well, if I thought you were interested, I might just tell you to find out for yourself.” You could hear Hemsworth coming down the stairs.

“Tom, I got the spare room all set up for you so we can ride into work tomorrow. No point in going to your place since we both have to be in the make-up trailer at 7 tomorrow anyways.” Chris said, laying out on the couch across from the two of you after grabbing his wine glass. “Y/n, I checked Sasha. He’s still asleep.”

“I’m glad. Hopefully his teeth aren’t hurting him as much.” You answered.

Chris looked at how you and Tom were sat and made eye contact with Tom, raising his eyebrows and looking between the two of you. “Anything you two want to tell me?” He asked, grinning like a little kid.

“Whatever do you mean?” Tom smirked, drinking the last of his wine. “Would you like more wine, Y/n?”

“Yes, actually. Thank you.” You sipped the last of your wine, handing the glass to Tom. When he got up, you watched him walk away with a smile on your face.

When he was out of earshot, Hemsworth imitated him. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” He laughed, looking at you and waiting for some sort of response.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him” you shrugged, unable to keep the smile from your face.

“I’d wager a bet that I know what’s gotten into him.” He looked you up and down, sipping his wine, as if to say ‘duh!’ You’d become practically family to Chris and Elsa, and unbeknownst to you they’ve always thought you and Tom would make a great pair.

“Then why now?” you asked.

Chris shrugged. “India’s big secret earlier was that she thinks uncle Tom over there thinks you’re pretty because he looks at you like I look at her mom.”

Your face softened, thinking that was the cutest damn thing you’d ever heard. “Your daughter is officially my favorite of your children. You aren’t allowed to tell the boys. Or their mother.”

Chris laughed. “But seriously…give it a chance. Trust that I know something you don’t.” He was trying to help without breaking Tom’s confidence.

You could hear Tom walking back. You whispered, “I didn’t know I had a chance!”

“Here you go, darling.” Tom sat back down, opening his arms so you could resume your earlier position.

“Thank you” you answered, snuggling further into Tom.

The conversation went back to normal after Tom came back. The guys talked a bit about what they would be filming tomorrow, and they answered questions as you had them. Chris talked about the fact that Elsa would be coming to visit for a few days since Tom and him had two days off from filming after tomorrow.

“Y/n, Elsa will be here for 2 nights, 3 days and she wanted to make sure you knew that you didn’t need to work that whole time. You’re obviously more than welcome stay with us and keep your schedule, but she wanted you to know you could make plans.” Chris explained, knowing that you usually stayed and helped even when one of the parents was going to be around full time for a while.

“I don’t think I have any plans to make, but I’ll keep it in mind” you answered.

As the night wound down, you could feel yourself drifting off while cuddled up next to Tom. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“It is getting quite late” Tom responded, his hand running up and down your arm.

“Thank you two for a nice kid free night” you laughed, pulling yourself from Tom’s embrace to stand up.

Tom watched as you slightly adjusted your clothes, his eyes gazing over your body as you stretched. “The thanks should go to you, love.” He stood, grabbing the three wine glasses so that they could be rinsed in the kitchen.

“You have to stop giving me all the credit” you replied, grabbing the glasses from Tom. You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before taking the glasses to the kitchen.

When you were far enough away, Chris started teasing Tom. “Oh, whatever do you mean?” he repeated from earlier.

Tom threw a pillow at him, leaving the living room to find you in the kitchen. “I don’t want to startle you again” he spoke before he entered the kitchen, peeking around the corner with his hands raised.

“I didn’t even know you guys were home earlier” you laughed. Your hands were in a sink full of water, rinsing the wine glasses.

“I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” Tom walked up behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips and kissing your cheek from over your shoulder. “I hope you get some well-deserved rest.”

“You too” you answered, but he was already walking away when you turned to look at him.

When you got in your room, you felt like you were floating. Today felt crazy. Sure, you and Tom had been fast friends from the start. You’d certainly grown close, but today felt like something entirely different.

“Chris said to trust him.” You stripped out of your clothes and took the time to decompress in the shower. You towel dried your hair, threw on a pair of short spandex shorts and a baggy t shirt, and crawled into bed.

You were woken up by the baby monitor in your room. “Oh, Sasha.” You crawled out of bed and quietly made your way down the hallway. “Come here, sweetheart.” You picked Sasha up and he threw his arms around your neck. You walked back and forth, bouncing him in your arms.

“Is everything alright?” You heard Tom quietly ask from the doorway.

“I’m so sorry if he woke you” you said, feeling bad that they had a full day of shooting tomorrow.

“Don’t be” he replied, walking into the room and rubbing Sasha’s back comfortingly. “I take it his teething woke him up?”

“Must have.” You answered. “I’ll get him back to sleep if I take him to my room.” You turned to check on Tristan and he was standing up in his crib with tears running down his face.

“I’ll grab him” Tom said, moving to pick the boy up out of his crib and holding him to his chest. “What do you normally do when they both wake up?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute Tom was in his pajamas and glasses. “I’d take them back to my room with me. They usually fall asleep pretty quickly after that.”

“Would you like some company?” Tom asked, kind of in awe of how easily you handled the craziness of taking care of three very young children.

“I’d love some” you answered, turning and walking to your bedroom. Holding Sasha to your chest with one arm, you pulled back the blanket and crawled into your bed. You were sat up, just a bit, with the already half-asleep boy draped across your front with his head snuggled into your chest.

Tom followed suit with Tristan draped across his much leaner figure. “Come here” he said, lifting his arm so you could tuck the two of you against Tom’s side.

“I hope you aren’t too tired tomorrow” you said, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Get some sleep.” Tom pressed a kiss to the top of your head before dozing off, himself.

You woke up to Hemsworth trying to wake Tom with the biggest grin on his face. “Brother, we need to leave in a half hour.”

Both boys were still passed out on top of the two of you. You rolled out of bed, still holding Sasha. “Let me go put Sasha in his crib and I’ll be back for Tristan.” You walked to the boy’s room and laid him down in his crib. Before you could even turn towards the door, Tom walked through with Tristan. “Good morning” you whispered.

Tom set the boy down in his crib and gestured that the two of you leave so you wouldn’t wake them back up. “Good morning, beautiful.” Tom gently closed the boy’s door and pulled you to him in a long, lazy hug.

“You’re not allowed to be charming this early in the morning.” You laughed against his chest.

“Nonsense” he said, letting his hands slowly slide to rest on your ass. “If I’m not allowed to be charming then you’re not allowed to be irresistible.”

“That road goes two ways” you said, sliding your hands under the back of his shirt and grinning up at him.

“Oh, does it?” Tom replied, dipping down to kiss your cheek before whispering “I think you should stay at mine while Elsa is here.”

“Tom!” Hemsworth whisper-yelled down the hall. “Get your hands off my nanny’s ass and get ready for work.”

You both tried to quiet your laughter as not to wake the boys back up.

“Consider it?” Tom said, releasing you and walking towards Chris to get changed and on their way.

You quickly walked to your room to brush your teeth and wash your face. You threw on a more modest pair of shorts and quickly put your bra on so you could go make the guys some coffee for the road.

Once in the kitchen, you brewed some coffee and got two travel mugs ready. You grabbed a piece of fruit and a protein bar for each of them before Tom walked in. “I hope you got enough rest”

“Actually, I feel incredible.” He said, eyeing the coffee and breakfast you’d set up for him and Chris. “I don’t think it has anything to do with rest, though, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“It must be something in the air” you blushed, ducking your head.

Tom took a step towards you. “At this point, I don’t think I could spend all day trying to pay attention to my lines and cues and such if I’m preoccupied with wondering whether or not I’ve made my feelings clear.”

You looked up at Tom, realizing this is the first time you’ve ever seen him look nervous. “Was your invitation serious?” you asked, filling the gap between you and sliding your arms around his neck.

“Very” he answered, holding you tight against him.

“Then, yes” you answered, going onto your tippy toes and pressing your lips together in a slow, gentle kiss.

“Brilliant” he breathed out, dipping back down to connect your lips once again.

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Part 2? Let me know! (I haven’t edited this so I apologize if there are errors. I’m too sleepy.)

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