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[imnotrevealingmyname]

It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Lmao nice

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[cozy-the-overlord]

17 22 24 37 38 for the writing asks maybe?

Ahhhh thank you!!

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Ooooooooh ... there's so many wips I could choose from lol, but I'll go with the multichapter I've been trying to work on for the past year (rip).

Basically, it's an AU where Loki escapes the Sanctuary in between Thor 1 and Avengers and ends up crashing into a Krylorian farm on a remote planet, badly injured and with no memory of who he is or what happened. I'm really excited for this family-- I've had so much fun coming up with their personalities and relationships with each other and Loki and how each of them will play into the story. I don't know if I want to go into too much detail about them yet because I'm kind of superstitious about sharing details about my writing when it's still in very rough stages of development, but I'm super excited about these characters and this world.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Oh gosh ... I am organized in that I know exactly where everything is, but I don't think a single other person would be able to follow lol. I tend to keep ideas for stories/rough brainstorming on my notes app in my phone-- when I finish the story I move the note to a separate folder so I don't get too confused. I also have my cheap notebook that I use for brainstorming and rough drafts, which I try to label and date for every one but I often end up forgetting. I print out every story I write so that I can read through and edit with a pen-- I find I'm more likely to notice mistakes if I'm not looking at the same Word Doc I've been staring at for the past three months-- and so I have a big filing cabinet where I keep those printed copies, organized by fanfic and original stuff. That's also where I keep loose notes for stories--stuff that I've scribbled or doodled on a random sheet of paper and whatnot (I can't just throw out old school notebooks when the semester is over-- I have to go painstakingly through each page to make sure I haven't written ideas or story notes in the margins). However, I can't take that giant monstrosity on a plane, so when I'm on campus I have a chaotic system of folders for various stories and ideas that I have to go through and organize when I come home for the summer. Then of course there's my notebook addiction-- I have a million notebooks strewn about me at any given moment and random story stuff written in each one. And this isn't even broaching my problem with word docs, which I always give terrible, unhelpful names that I can remember while I'm in the process of writing but seven months later when I'm trying to find it again it's completely lost.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

I'm a heavy outliner. It depends on the nature of the story, of course, but usually I make detailed, scene by scene outlines that I tend to follow to the letter (for the most part). I get distracted with other story ideas pretty easily, and so to stay focused I need to have something providing me with a direction. I actually really enjoy outlining-- brainstorming and coming up with ideas is probably my favorite part of the process, although I do really enjoy the actual writing part too, so it's hard to say. Editing is definitely my least favorite lol.

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

That I was one depressed bitch

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

I am very active while I'm writing. This is honestly true for every aspect of my life, but I can't sit still for very long periods of time. So while I'm writing, I'll suddenly just stand up, pace back and forth a little bit while muttering to myself (I talk to myself a lot when I'm writing too), then rush back and type something without sitting down. Half the time I don't realize that I'm doing it-- I've only become more aware of it as my roommate has pointed it out

Ask game

#thanks for the ask :) #ask me things pls i'm bored #imnotrevealingmyname

[dangertoozmanykids101]

Mistaken: An Arranged Marriage Bratva Romance, by Arianna Fraser (aka @caffiend-queen )

Look what arrived last night!!! Written by our very own brilliant @caffiend-queen !!

I love the cover my dear. But of course we all know that our main anti-hero / dastardly villain / antagonistic Adonis REALLY looks like, don't we y'all.

The REAL Maksim Morozov

I continue to ramble and swoon over this book and its characters after the break below. I've chosen gifs to fit my mental picture and a theme song I've assigned to @caffiend-queen 's book.

Walking with his bodyguard.

Always on the phone.

Weight of society's underbelly rests on his shoulders. Wide wide broad muscular shoulders that block out the sun when he towers over his beautiful Ella Givens, our brilliant protagonist and heroine in this story.

And the Real Yuri Morozov - Maksim's second hand man and cheeky loyal brother.

Don't forget, he's Maksim's right hand man. So dangerous!! *Gulp.

He's the personable friendly brother. He's the lucky one who doesn't have to strike fear in everyone ALL THE TIME. He's allowed to smile and laugh sometimes. OMG I WANT TO FUCK THE BROTHER! I'm Team Yuri all the way!! Am I allowed to call out a Team Yuri?

Damn. It would have been so much easier to pick out the right image if the characters were simple and two dimensional. RIGHT?

But like all of @caffiend-queen 's characters - these two men - two terrifying, beautiful, brave, ruthless, loyal, sexy, kinky, fucked up, violent, infuriating men have a lifetime of experiences that add up to who they are today. There are so many moods, so many hats, so many roles they play with every different character, who they are to them, how they act with them. How much they reveal and when. When do they let their guard down versus when they don't. In the end, the men are just living roles they were dealt within the world they were born into. Trying to survive, thrive even, and take care of their family.

OMG.... The ACTION SCENES!! This is so intense I've been on the edge of my seat!

Y'all gotta read this!!!

Check in with @caffiend-queen for info. It hit the 'bookshelves' just this month. Both e-book and the hard copy. I love it!

One morning I heard the PERFECT theme song for the chapters I'd been reading the night before. The entire drive to school and back I had to play it multiple times. (And it's now my son's favorite song, so he has been requesting it specifically each car ride for a couple weeks. It goes to say that the whole family can sing it word for word by this point.)

I'm so excited to have all y'all listen to it and tell me if you can see the intense action scenes from the book play out in your mind like they do in mine when this song plays. Please let me know what you think??

Give And Take, by Poor Man's Poison.

Someday I'm gonna show up on your doorstep, @caffiend-queen , with a huge box of all your books I've collected over the years for you to sign for me. :-) I can't wait!

Spread the word and boost this signal. REBLOG PLEASE. Support and promote our sister. All her profits go to the local Crisis Nursery in her city. Such a wonderful way to support them and help families in crisis. Again check in with @caffiend-queen for the exact details.

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[latent-thoughts]

I was wondering what your favorite Lokixreader or lokixOC stories are?

What would you recommend? Preferably with fluff, angst, smut bit of everything. I’m looking for a new series to read 😭😭

(I’ve read frostbite ehehe)

I want you by @mastreworld

Lasabrjotr by @realityhelixwrites

Reigning in Hel by @nildespirandum

Foruneyti by @foruneyti

Midnight on the Moon by @emeraldrosequartz and @talklokitome

I see you by @daphnethewriter

Trusting a God by @lilithslullaby

Hostage by @mastreworld

I Will Always Test You (hah self rec 😂) by moi and @emeraldrosequartz

Of Different Emotions (its a whole series) by @wanderingworldwarrior

The Pursuit of a Simple Life by @emeraldrosequartz and moi again.

When the Days are Cold by @nyxetoile

Lost in the Cold by @mastreworld

Refuge by @mastreworld (really just go read everything by her lol)

Aaaand now I'm tired (also I think I some have slipped my mind, oof. Sorry). But really, anything by @nildespirandum @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @mooncat163 @cake-writes @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @nekoamamori @shiningloki @imnotrevealingmyname is GOOD STUFF!

I hope you enjoy reading. [ALSO ALSO, HEED THE WARNINGS IN THE TAGS!]

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[shiningloki]

Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me - A Moon Knight One Shot

(MARC SPECTOR X FEMALE READER)

After returning from a bloody fight in Berlin, Marc needs to relieve some stress and celebrate a small victory that rarely happens. Tonight, you're a vessel for his pleasure, and he has one rule that you have to follow - you must keep your eyes on him.

Word Count: 2581

Master List

NSFW, SMUT, ROUGH SEX, BONDAGE

Marc came into your hotel room like a hurricane - rushing through the door, slamming it closed, and tearing his jacket off like it had offended him. You were standing near the window, you had been for two hours, looking out onto the city streets as if you would potentially see Marc approaching the hotel from 20 stories up. You couldn’t, and that was proven by how he had surprised you with his entrance. 

“You’re back,” you said, cursing yourself for stating the obvious. Marc grunted, offering you a kind, albeit brief, look before storming into the bathroom. He didn’t close the door and you could hear the sink run harshly before the squeak of a knob indicated it was turned off. You were closer to the bathroom now, and when Marc came out, he grabbed your face with wet hands and kissed you. 

His hands, damp and hot, held you in exact opposition to his kiss. His lips were quick, demanding, and you could nearly feel the stress tensing up his jaw and cheekbones. His hands, however, his hands were gentle, nurturing, as he cradled your cheeks between them. He kissed you until you felt dizzy, and you were the one who had to pull back. 

“Marc,” you breathed out with a small laugh, placing a hand on his chest. “That was…nice.”

“I’m just happy to be home,” he said, pulling you closer - wet hands now on your hips. Home. This wasn’t a home, it was a hotel in Berlin. You two didn’t have much of a home, not with how much he traveled. Whatever hotel room you shared was enough of a home. Marc leaned in to kiss you again, but your hand on his chest held him back.

“You’re in a hurry. Why?” you asked. You looked down at his chest and spread your fingers over his gray, dirty shirt. It was stained with dirt, sweat, and a splatter of blood. You eyed him knowingly before taking his hand from your waist and examining it. He had washed his hands, that’s why they were wet, and it was undoubtedly to remove the traces of blood from them before you could see it. But there, on the side of his hand, he had missed a spot. You looked back up at him and sighed. “What happened? Are you okay?”

( CONTINUE READING HERE )

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[ackermans-angel]

Tag game, Fanfic would you rather!

Copy, paste, and highlight your answers :)

One-shots or series (although I use to prefer one-shots)

Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers

Quick burn or Slow burn

Reader insert or Original Character (both are fine 😌)

Angst or fluff

Mutual pining or unrequited love

Love tringle or fake relationship

In vino veritas or sharing one bed

Dark fic or soulmate au

Fairytale AU or arranged marriage

Bang or die or sex pollen (both ;)

Hurt comfort or unhappy ending

Coffee shop AU or College AU

Porn with plot or porn without plot (aka smut)

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(sorry for being annoying with the tags, you can ignore this if you want to 😭)

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[adder24]

Wreckage

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6

Rating: 15+ Because cussing and gore Authors notes: This is some original fiction that I have wrote and been developing for 20+ years. Welcome to the world of reapers

Summary: To say open season being declared on the reapers was the worst thing to happen to them, is a pretty underwhelming statement. To say Open season being declared was more of a shit storm, is a little more accurate.

Warnings: More blood people!

This is available on Wattpad so if you are a member or have an account, please, I encourage you to leave a comment :) Tales from the reapers scythe Wattpad link

Tagging mutuals but please do tag on, reblog, comment, whatever you need to do :) Story beneath the cut.

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To say Open season being declared on the reapers was the worst thing to happen to them, is a pretty underwhelming statement. To say Open season being declared was more of a shit storm, is a little more accurate.

Adder and Lee managed to get the boy to safety, staying out of sight when the family he knew answered the door but it still didn't stop every single reaper in the world having a bounty on their heads. The Banished relished every moment of it. Of course the finger of blame was being directed towards Lee and Adder and as usual, Adder was taking his frustrations out by violent means. More barrels were damaged, more walls cracked and Lee was exhausting every option he had in order to calm him down, nothing was working and Lee feared the beast within would be making a permanent residence.

So Lee resorted to something obscure, a means to put all of that pent up aggression into something productive. A project if you will. See what you didn't know about Lee, is that the man has a love for American muscle cars. We're talking about Plymouth Barracudas, Mustangs, Impalas, Chevelle 454's, Dodge Challengers and Chargers. It was a passion he shared with Adder and he knew the other man's favourite car, one that always stopped the man dead in his tracks whenever it rode past.

A ninety sixty eight Dodge charger RT, specifically in black.

There was no way Lee would be able to get one brand new, so he went one better, he found one at the bottom of the hudson, paid someone to retrieve it and brought it back to the warehouse and boy was it in a state.

It had clearly been in the saltwater for some years, The paintwork had been stripped from the body, the body itself was rusty, brittle and crumbling away, the chassis had seen better days and as for the seats and furnishings, well they were just rotten, smelling, disgusting and destroyed. To add to all the problems, the once loud and proud V8 engine was seized, silencing the beast altogether; It was a sad sight to see, one that would make a car enthusiast's heart sink but Lee was sure it was in good hands, despite the fact none of them had an ounce of mechanical experience.

"She just needs a bit Love" Lee said proudly

"A bit of love? Lee she's practically dead" Adder retorted

"Well if she is dead, she will rise like a Phoenix from the watery grave" Lee replied happily

"How? We have no experience with these things." Adder asked

"No but there are reapers who do. I know one and he does amazing Greek food too." Lee replies as he pats his shoulder happily "Will help you focus that anger into something productive"

"Just looking at it is making me angry and you know what....I'm gonna wash it, make it slightly less of a tip"

"There you see, it's working" Lee replied cheerily

"You're not funny Lee!"

How they would find time to fix it up was beyond Adder's understanding but if he made a start on the car, it would be a small step in the right direction. Washing it would be therapeutic, ridding it of all the gunk it dredged out of the Hudson would be a fresh start, a new beginning for the beast's rotting corpse. Symbolic in a way but Adder didn't really think about that, he just wanted to clean it up and get rid of the river pong that lingered around the car.

It took him hours, cleaning it down, scrubbing it to within an inch of its life and working his job as a reaper but it was done and Adder felt a sense of satisfaction when it was no longer stinking of the Hudson. The thing was, once Adder got going, he didn't really know when to stop. He was up till the early hours of the morning, stripping out the seats and the interior before collapsing on his bed at four in the morning and waking up again at nine when he could smell bacon being cooked.

It was a smell that could quite literally wake the living dead but as Adder rose from his bed and made his way to the kitchen, he sensed a sullen atmosphere around Lee. Something had happened while he was burning the midnight oil.

"You'll burn yourself out if you are not careful," Lee said to him softly. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah...slept like a log. Is everything okay Lee?"

"More reapers were attacked during the night by hunters, souls are becoming lost because these attacks are either disrupting the judgement process or they are stopping reapers from getting there in time. The balance is being rocked by these inconsistencies and I don't know how much longer we can keep it stable" Lee replied quietly

This sombre Lee unsettled Adder, he was used to the jovial, happy go lucky Lee that always had a way of cheering Adder up, not this Lee, the Lee that was looking defeat in the face and quietly accepting their fate. The hunters wanted blood for the family that was almost vanquished by the Banished but somewhere down the line, wires were crossed and their bloodlust was directed at the reapers, not the white eyed monsters that plagued them.

"Who was the family the Banished almost wiped out?" Adder asked

"The Woodman family, Hunters that were held in high regard, very respected and had a very long history of hunting, losing that kind of knowledge and that threat has an affect"

"Then we need to prove our innocence" Adder suggested, determination In his voice.

"And how do you suggest we do that? Do you think the Hunters will spare you a minute to plead?! They want blood Minari, not excuses or stories. Blood!" Lee snapped as he slammed down the fish slice "When the lead hunter speaks they listen. Why do you think reapers have been working in groups right now?"

"Well I'm not going to sit around and let this witch hunt go on, we have been given a bad name since day one and I have been seen as cursed since I stepped into this life. One way or another I am going to clear our names!" Adder growled in retaliation.

"So what are you going to do? Hmm? Bait yourself? Jasper Lockheart takes every chance he gets to bring down his prey. He gets a chance with you he will take it and he won't be gentle" Lee warned

"Then so be it" Adder replied angrily as he grabbed his scythe and headed to his first call of the day.

It left Lee frustrated, he knew the dangers the hunters possessed, especially Jasper but Adder was at breaking point and he was not willing to listen. He was determined to put things right and although Lee admitted it was a sign of a good leader, he was also worried it would get Adder into trouble. He was going by experience of course, remembering when he was in Adder's position, always striving to prove a point and ended up making mistakes, getting into fights or finding himself in some kind of trouble, yet his master didn't interfere, he allowed him to have his space and to make those mistakes, so that Lee could learn from them and this was exactly what Lee was.doing with Adder. Adder Angry was never a good idea but if he learned how to control that rage, Lee knew he would make an excellent Leader one day and it would help him have better control over the beast within.

Lee went about his own duties that day, providing support for Puma, of all reapers. The man still cursed him for making Adder a reaper but the finger of blame wasn't completely directed at Lee and Adder, the hunters had their share of the blame too. The topic all day was how this all stank, how the facts didn't seem to add up and that the Banished, the reapers worst enemy, had mastermind this to slow the reapers down. It Thoroughly pissed Puma off,

"Something stinks about all this" Puma grumbled as they walked towards Times Square, squeezing through crowds of people "You heard the man tell his son to not hunt us, you heard him forgive us and yet they still want our blood. Pisses me off" He growled

"And Adder is determined to prove our innocence" Lee replied

"How? He's gonna go knock on their door and do a reenactment in the form of Ballet? Come on Lee you know the hunters, they're pig headed and stubborn" Puma asked annoyed

"And so is Adder, he's determined." Lee Iterated

"No offence but does he have a death wish? Jasper Lockheart isn't a hunter you mess about with. If he can take a shot, he will and he will make you suffer great amounts of pain. I heard the shit he does to his prey, it ain't nice"

"That's the least of my worries right now Puma, the balance is becoming difficult to maintain, Adder is becoming more and more angry at the world and the Banished are growing in numbers. Maybe Adder has the right idea... if we prove our innocence we can at least call a truce with the hunters, maybe use them to help" Lee suggested

The suggestion caused the lightbulb to turn on in Puma's head as he paused and looked at Lee, wagging his finger at him.

"You know that ain't a bad idea! If we can hold counsel with them we can work this plan." Puma replied excitedly

"One problem." Lee replied

"Adder" Puma interjected

"We need eyes on him, we need to stop him doing something stupid while we try and resolve this amicably"

"I can get my guys to keep tabs, alert me when they see him, can even use Siren to lure him" Puma mentioned as he approached a hot dog stand and ordered two. "You know Siren has a way with the opposite sex, it's why she got the name"

"I remember when I first came here, I lost everything, was starting again, finding my way and you sent her in to size me up." Lee replied with a smirk as he took his hot dog "She almost had me"

"Yeah but she underestimated you, told me that the Samurai were a different breed. Had no clue what she was on about till I met you and you kicked my ass." Puma replied as he bit into his food

"And we have had an odd relationship ever since" Lee chuckled

"Damn straight"

You'd think it would be straight forward, that Adder would be that angry he'd get seen and Lee and Puma could conduct a counsel with Jasper. You'd think that wouldn't you? Well it didn't happen like that. Adder didn't want to be found and he made sure to stay out of the way. There were no sightings of Adder the whole day, Puma even sent some teams out to see if they could find him but there was nothing, not even breadcrumbs to say he had made an appearance. Like I said, if Adder didn't want to be found, he'd find ways to stay out of sight.

He'd been out all day, he never returned for a hot meal or to soak in the old tin bath to ease aching limbs. Instead it was meals on the go, taking fruit from stalls when the opportunity arose and drinking from water fountains. Basic survival means while he dodged contact with other reapers and now that the sun was setting, he could make his way to Central park and wait.

He knew Lee was against his plan, he knew that this plan could get him killed but if he didn't try, a fate worse than death would be waiting for them all.

He set up camp within the wooded area near the Bethesda fountain and waited patiently for midnight. He watched as the steady stream of people passing through slowed down and turned into a trickle before it became eerily quiet, the only sound being that of the water cascading down from the intricate fountain.

Adder checked his watch, noting he had five minutes to move into position. He grabbed his scythe and made his way to the fountain, making sure he could be seen clearly, baiting himself for the Hunters. He hoped they would aim their weapons at him and let him talk, he hoped they would be understanding to some degree and he hoped they wouldn't be hostile.

Hope was all he had but the hunters didn't really see it that way. Puma was right about Jasper. He saw a chance and he took it. Out of nowhere Adder was hit in the chest with a bolt from a crossbow. The short stubby arrow was black with red fletchings and Adder was about to take it out, till he was hit again, causing him to scream out in pain as another bolt struck his shoulder. His scythe dropped from his grip and bounced on the ground and in that time, the bastard known as Jasper had shot him another two times, one in the left thigh and one in the right, stopping Adder in his tracks.

Jasper got a kick out of watching Adder fall and as Adder lay there, exposed, vulnerable and in tremendous amounts of pain, Lockheart's hunters emerged and surrounded the fallen Reaper. His scythe was within reach but as he went to grasp it, a boot stepped on his hand, breaking bones and causing Adder to growl in agony.

"They say a reaper can be undone by his own weapon" Came a gravely southern drawl voice, "Always wanted to test that theory myself"

Adder managed to turn his face to the voice and was greeted with the face of Jasper Lockhart. Scarred, weathered and emotionless. He tipped the peak of his stetson to reveal the piercing icy blue eyes and the deep scar on his forehead, caused by a beast wanting his head. His beard was as white as snow, trimmed and tidy.

"The other thing they say about the scythe is that it can burn those that are not its assigned owner" Jasper gruffed as he pulled on some thick, black, industrial welding gloves. "So I came prepared"

He picked the scythe up with ease and gazed upon the blade, smirking a little as his eyes darted back to Adder.

"Why did your people kill the Woodmen Reaper?" He asked calmly

"We didn't!" Adder growled as he managed to yank out one of the bolts from his thigh, the bones in his hand healing and snapping back into place at a fast pace "We noticed our scythes reacting to the slaughter, we knew something was off and went to where the Scythe led us. When we got there, the Banished were taunting the Father and the small boy, who we saved...we were just too late for the others"

"Reapers are deceptive. You expect me to believe this tall tale of the banished? What even are they?" Jasper replied as he began to circle Adder.

"They are the reapers who followed the path of myth and lore...the ones who deceive, kill when they shouldn't and get greedy. Only unlike Myth and lore, they have white eyes, no pupils nothing...just an empty white gaze"

"Huh" Jasper said as he stopped in front of Adder "Can't say I've come across any" He said calmly

There was a brief moment, a moment where the steely blue eyes of Jasper held Adder's gaze. A moment where the man became unreadable, a moment where Adder dropped his guard.

Jasper had swiftly hooked the scythe into Adder's chest and slowly dragged the blade from his left shoulder to his right hip; For Adder it felt like an intense burning sensation, like he was being ripped open by a searing hot blade as blood oozed from the deep trench that carved into his chest.

"A reaper harmed by his own scythe is their own weakness, like superman and kryptonite. You become weak..almost mortal" Jasper said calmly as he eyed up the blade. "Sure I could take your head off if I wanted to...but I want you to suffer like you made Rick suffer."

"It wasn't us" Adder replied through gritted teeth, fighting the pain and trying to fight back the beast within.

"Lies. His last words condemned your kind" Jasper growled as he prepared to swing the scythe again.

Another blow would have put Adder at the door of his ancestors, his time as a reaper short lived but good old Lady luck stepped in, smiled and spared Adder in the most unlikely way. Lady luck came in the form of the man who made it clear he didn't like Adder, the man that would have happily started a fight in the middle of a busy Central Park.

Puma.

Adder didn't see what happened, he was too busy with his own fight to focus on what the other reaper was doing but he did hear his scythe drop to the ground, the blade bouncing a few times before finally settling. It allowed Adder to summon it while Puma and Jasper exchanged heated words.

"Ask the boy who saved him!" Puma growled "Or are you scared that your little fairytale about us is about to be blown wide open?"

"Only if you prove your ghost story about the white eyed nasties to be true" Jasper growled as he got right up in Pumas face and attempted to stare the man down.

"Take the subway line that runs under Brooklyn bridge, you'll get your proof. Oh and make sure you aim for the head and turn the bastards to ash" Puma replied, eyes still fixed on Jasper's.

"And if they are not there?" Jasper asked

"Oh they will be there...the starving ones always go there." Puma growled as Jasper began to back away, a smirk on his face.

"Know this...if you're lying to me reaper, we will make all of your lives a living hell" Jasper replied calmly

"Used to it!" Puma spat.

He watched as Jasper quietly ordered his hunters to walk away before looking back at Puma, a smirk etched on his lips.

"Don't fancy his chances" Jasper taunted before walking away.

As much as Puma wanted to rip the man's head off his shoulders, he had to restrain himself for the sake of the balance. He turned his attention to Adder and gently studied the trench left in his chest.

"Another blow like that and we'd have lost you for good" Puma gruffed "Not out of the woods though, we need to get you to a place of worship, get some holy water into that wound"

".....Lee.....where is Lee?" Adder groaned as he screwed up his face with pain.

"Left him at the other end of the park. Ain't got time to be worrying about that, we gotta move. Times ticking Adder." Puma ordered as he draped Adder's left arm over his shoulder and helped Adder up.

How Adder's innards didn't fall out at that point was a miracle but that wasn't Adder's concern. He was losing blood, severely injured and best up and yet his concern laid with the beast within that was fighting its way to the surface and Adder was in no state to fight it back. He needed Lee.

"GET. LEE!" Adder growled as blood started to ooze from his mouth.

"Alright...alright I'll get Lee but time is not on your side Adder." Puma replied as he helped Adder onto a bench, concerned with the amount of blood that was pouring out of his body.

"...It's not on your side either." Adder warned weakly, slumping to the side and struggling to keep awake.

He watched as Puma faded out, watching the whisps of black smoke circle in the air before disappearing. Once he knew Puma was out of sight, he laid himself across the bench, staring up at the stars as he tried to keep focus.

"You need me!" Said a deep voice from the shadows.

Adder smirked as he closed his eyes "Oh you talk now?" He asked himself, knowing the voice.

"I can buy you time" it growled

"At what cost? What do you want in return?" Adder asked before coughing up some blood.

"Polars head!" It barked.

"You'll get it... when I let you...if I let you...if we make it" Adder replied as he looked at his blood soaked hand.

"We will make it" It snarled

"You can't do anything!" Adder growled before screaming out in pain.

He then felt something placed over his chest, hands applying enough pressure to stem the bleeding, he then felt someone carefully take his scythe from his hand before he felt he was being lifted off the ground, carried like a child in distress. Adder clung onto them but he could feel his strength leaving his body with every passing second.

"Hold on Minari" He heard Lee say calmly

He wanted to tell Lee that the beast within wanted to bargain, wanted to break free in exchange of sparing his life but his body didn't give him the chance, he felt himself go lax before blacking out, falling into the silent black abyss. It felt like his soul was floating in a state of limbo, oblivious to what was happening around him. Quiet, eerie and cold but that would soon be gone when he heard something breathing in his ear.

"Wake up!" It snarled

Adder's eyes flew open, his breathing rapid as he tried to figure out his surroundings. He was laying on something flat, it was smooth like marble and cold to touch, above him was a bronzed canopy with turquoise inlays in the ceiling. The metal work, detailed and intricately put together. He then started to move his head around, noticing stained glass windows, high vaulted ceilings, benches, extravagant crosses and an Organ. He was in a place of worship and as he tried to figure out where he was, his thoughts were interrupted by hurried footsteps coming towards him.

"He's awake!" He could hear Lee say

"Lee... Where am I?" Adder asked weakly, wanting to get up.

"Stay still Minari, save your strength," Lee replied.

Puma rushed hurriedly alongside Lee, carrying a bowl filled with water in one hand while the other was gloved, holding Adder's scythe. Together they approached where Adder was laying and before Adder could protest, Lee quickly soaked some clean rags in the water and began to bathe the wound across Adder's chest.

For a moment it felt like the water was doing nothing to the trench that lay across Adder's chest but within seconds, Adder could feel the wound beginning to burn, like the wound was being cauterised by a searing, white hot poker. He gritted his teeth, tried to bite back the pain but it intensified, causing Adder to scream and flail his arms around. Puma was forced to restrain him as best as he could while Lee worked.

"It's holy water Adder, it's doing its job" Puma said hurriedly

"It feels like fucking bleach!" Adder growled as his body arched and squirmed

"It's clearing the poison from your blood" Lee replied

"Poison?! He struck me with my own scythe! There was no poison!" Adder snapped

"When you are struck by your own weapon, your powers become restrained, limited as a means of punishment. Your blade turned against you, will poison you and the only way to rid the poison or curse is to come to a place of worship and clean the wounds with blessed water." Lee replied, still cleansing the wound.

There was a chance that Adder could curse some more, maybe even take the lord's name in vain a few times but all that came out of his mouth were screams of agony, wailings and choked back groans. He managed to stay conscious throughout the ordeal but by the end he was tired, the fight all but left him while Lee carefully wrapped the now cleansed and closed wound.

"Like many mortals who are cut deep, you will carry a scar as a mark of your mistake, This is a lesson Minari. A lesson you must learn about self control and restraint. You could have died tonight had we not come looking" Lee scolded as he placed the blood soaked rags into the now empty bowl.

"Hey take it easy on him Lee, he did what he had to" Puma replied, defending Adder.

"Says the man who believed him to be a curse." Lee replied

"Yeah you got me there but he put his life on the line to clear our names. You could say it was stupid, sure but at least he was willing to do something about it."

Lee wasn't always wrong but when he was, it was always a bitter pill to swallow, especially hearing it from a man who wasn't exactly the number one fan of his apprentice.

"Time will tell if he made the right choice or not. Let's get you home Minari, you need to rest, heal and learn to not be so headstrong" Lee said softly as he carefully helped Adder to his feet, draping one of Adder's arms around his shoulders while he wrapped one of his own arms around Adder's waist, supporting him.

"How are you gonna teach him that?" Puma asked as he handed Adder his scythe.

"By working on our little project," Lee replied with a smile.

Project Charger, as Lee would call it, would be the distraction Adder would need during his down time and the lesson of keeping a level head. Let's be honest, even the most experienced mechanic can still find a way to lose their mind when a car just refuses to work. All that aside, while Adder is laid up and made to rest, the hunters decided to take Puma up on the opportunity to encounter the banished. They took the subway, they went on the line heading towards Brooklyn and as Puma predicted, they were there.

The hunters thought it would be a trick, so they sent a small team of three experienced Hunters that had nothing better to do and out of that team, only one barely made it out alive.

#Tales from the reapers Scythe #TFTRS #Adder #Original Works #Original Writing #Fictions #Writing #Story #Sci-fi #Supernatural #Supernatural Writing #Reapers

[lucywrites02]

Loki Fic Recommendations

Loki x reader

The Pirates Heart | @queenjosielaufeyson

Summary: Captain Loki Laufeydottir has found something quite interesting on her most recent raid. 

My note: The concept of this story alone deserves an oscar. It has everything you will ever want (although it’s still in progress): enemies to lovers, royalty au, Pirate Loki who has big titties (the author of this story would kick my ass if i didn’t mention Loki’s boobs)

Little Things | @imnotrevealingmyname

In which Loki finds his home.

My note: This series is great for so many reasons. Loki gets his happy ending, you will get to see him fall in love, go on dates and simply be happy. 10/10 

Loki x OC

Dances and Daggers | @cozy-the-overlord

Summary: The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor's betrothed, Teki's only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn't find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn't the only prince in Asgard...

My note: This story will take you on an emotional ride. You will smile, you will cry. Maybe you will punch a wall. Cozy is a master of creating stories that will make you scream and her angst never disappoints. If you are a Loki fan I highly recommend reading this series and other stories Cozy wrote. They truly are masterpieces.

#sleepover 2.0 #fic recs #fic recommendation #loki x reader #loki x oc

[youlackconviction]

Do you read fanfiction for Loki? If so do you have any recommendations?

Lol sorry if this is weird, love ur acc💚

yes i do

fanfiction and fanart is the only new content even slightly resembling LOKI that we have, now.

here's a reasonably (i hope) complete list of MCU LOKI authors on AO3 that i follow. i add to the list whenever i discover another writer who i believe handles LOKI with respect and understanding and doesn't punch him down for laughs.

alwida amberfox ark astolat aurorawest black feather fiction cherrypieo coma grey cos mic cunninglingus orphan account curds and wheyface days4daisy drachenkinder eirtae epistolic felinefelicitations fickle obsessions fivestillalive for darkness shows the stars foundlingmother fourth rose galaxylynx galaxythreads hannahrhen hollybennett123 iamnotreal illwynd imagine loki (tumblr) imnotrevealingmyname invisible hand kadorienne kaeorin kinnoth ktspree13 latent thoughts lise lokisworthy masterangst12 meibruges (tumblr) mythtaken identity peaceheather proctor proantagonist rayemars sarahscribbes (tumblr) satanssin seidrade sexraptor smooshyvillain sundial at night the book hunter the superior loki series (collaboration) thorkidumpster thorvaenn townpariah vahisa1975 villainousshakespeare wanderingtrickster wnnbdarklord worstloki writinthestars xcake zedrobber

and my own AO3 is youlackconviction. i have some short fics published there, but my long 1.2mil (so far) saga is currently unpublished.

#loki fanfic rec list #loki fanfic #in defense of loki

[igonecrazy]

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!  

Thank you for tagging me @verochkasnightmarecorner​ and @gosiksmallspace ☺️☺️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

These are all from works I have published....

Kang Yohan was busy going over the file his associate judge had brought to him when his phone started vibrating.

“You want me to hire this guy to be my bodyguard?”

Will yawned as he read over the same paragraph a second time.

Hannibal closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool air and feeling the early morning sunlight prickling his tanned skin.

Will frowned as he picked up his coffee and got out of the car.

"Tell me about your parents, Will."

'would Dr Lecter mind if I bring Abigail her favorite cake? Also what's her favorite flavor?'

Will stared hard at the pictures in front of him. 

Will was stuffing his files into his bag as quickly as possible.

Will cracked his eyes open, the smell of brine filtered into the room through the open windows along with the blinding sunlight.

Andrew looked at the watch, on the nightstand, and relaxed after he saw the time margin.

To say Andrew was confused would be an understatement.

Alec tried to be gentle, he really did, but he had wasted too much time thinking the guy he wanted was dating his brother that the angst just came pouring out of his lips as they pressed against Magnus’ slightly chapped ones.

Magnus looked out the window at the dreary weather and smiled.

Magnus was scrolling his Instagram, still a little groggy from his sleep, and uggghh did Lorenzo really post this awful photo, he thought, as he liked the picture and scrolled further to a cat video.

Ryan walked out of his bedroom, his laptop open and clutched between his elbow and palm.

Jace rushed inside the building, his hair already wet from the drizzle outside.

Alexandra had just got back from patrol.

Magnus was shit drunk.

Looking out of the window of the train always made Aman remember his childhood days, the world from inside a train looked way more enchanting than it does now.

The 4th one is my favourite.. I'd say..it's such a serene opening to the only Hurt No Comfort fic I ever wrote 🤭🤭

The pattern is I often open with what the character is doing when we meet them..🤭🤭

Tags- @bouncydragon @latent-thoughts @bobafvcks @magnus-the-maqnificent @imnotrevealingmyname @beclynn-herondale @emorion88 (I dunno who else writes 🙈)

#tumblr tag game #this was fun to see #also no pressure to do this..do if you want #☺️❤️

[leucoratia]

Leucoratia's ultimate Marvel fanfic recs masterpost

A/N: Here it is. This monster. I went through all of my blog's infinite posts to find all of the fanfiction I ever reblogged. It took me 2 hours of scrolling. This is mostly for me in case I want to suffer again but here. I inflict this post upon ye.

A/N2: my absolute must-reads will be highlighted in the section's colour! These are the fics that you can read without even questioning their quality, they are incredible and I mean it. Beware of the warnings though, some of these fics are extremely graphic.

Loki (MCU) fanfiction

Masterlists

-A compilation of Loki masterlists (through aestheticallyholland)

-Fairfowl's list of stellar loki fics ("Lost Boys" and "Darkness, Flooded in Light" are absolute MUST READS they broke me into a thousand pieces)

-Thor whump masterlist (through worstloki. "If I could start again" is an absolute MASTERPIECE).

-A compilation of good Loki fics (through thesuperiorlokiseries)

-Painful Loki whump (through worstloki)

-"Little things" - A collection of x reader one-shots by imnotrevealingmyname

-What if Loki hosted a podcast where he talks shit about Asgard (this is a shitpost by worstloki but honestly it's too good not to include)

-Tuiccim's MCU x reader's masterlist : Bucky, Loki, Steve, Wanda and Natasha x reader

Gen:

-"When is a monster not a monster?" - Thor & Loki poem: " Is it when it is raised in your house, by your side? Is it when you know its face, its favourite food, what it loves and what it dislikes? Is it when you are raised with his name on your lips?" (angst, hurt, character study)

-"The loki series rewrite" - you heard me right. If you hated the Loki series, here it is, rewritten by fans who actually care about the character and who are pouring their heart and soul into it. Trust me it's incredibly worth the read.

-"Happy sweet holidays" - Brodinsons: Loki discovers Midgardian sweet, the boys indulge in the wonders of chocolate and pop tarts

-"Pleas to the Starts" - "No one told Loki that Frigga was dead. Thor thought of another way to stop Malekith without Loki. Loki misses his mother, and wonders why she won't come back." (angst, character study. Where Loki is driven mad by loneliness)

-"Darkness, Flooded in Light" - Where Loki falls, hides, finds himself and deals with what Asgard and Odin did to him. (angst, whump, PTSD, miscarriage, loki's kids).

-"Odin's Son, Tyr's son" - Loki & Tyr & Odin : Odin punishes an adolescent Loki myth-style by letting the dwarves sew his mouth shut; Tyr intervenes. The series deals with the fallout. Pre-Thor 1, with several Norse Myth elements. (graphic depiction of violence, angst, found family)

-"What you are in the dark (is beautiful)" -Loki & the Asgardfam : "Instead of a prison for Loki, Odin casts an old and little-used spell on him. The spell is designed to turn a person into what they are at heart: good people become glorious, cruel people become hideous."

-"Once more with empathy" - Loki & Thor : "Thor is distraught by Loki's sacrifice on the Dark World. He is forbidden from bringing him back... but Odin didn't say Thor couldn't stop it from happening at all. This time, armed with the knowledge of how much his little brother bottled everything inside, Thor was going to ensure mistakes aren't repeated."

-"Bargaining" -Thor & Loki "Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past." Where Loki meddles with time to bring his brother back.

-"Those yesterdays bleeding through" - "Loki dies on the desolate plains of Svartalfheim, Thor's howls of grief ringing in his ears. He wakes up on his bed in his cell, where there is no sign of destruction. --A time loop fic where Loki gets the chance to fix things on the day the Dark Elves attack Asgard. And another. And another."

Gore and torture

-"Detachment" - "With Loki freshly crowned and Asgard on the brink of war, they need to find out more about the Jotnar. Aka Loki has the great idea to vivisect himself." (angst, whump, suicide attempt, gore, psychosis...)

-"The Joy of Vivisection" -Loki vivisects himself once again "With Odin asleep and Thor banished, instead of trying to use the Bifrost for his purposes Loki comes up with a somewhat different way of dealing with his Jotun problem…" (torture, horror, gore)

-"Silver threads for silver tongues" - Loki & Thor : the lip-sewing incident

-"Drown" -Loki & The Avengers : "Three months after Operation Avengers all is well. Or is it? When Steve and Tony hack into SHIELD to find missing weapons shipments they find more than they bargained for in the form of a prisoner who should, by rights, have been sent to Asgard long ago." (torture, implied rape, PTSD)

Non con:

-"Where the Devil don't go" - "Loki didn't quite make it off Sakaar. It's a good thing the Grandmaster can think of another potential use for him." (whump, sexual slavery, PTSD, rape, trafficking). This is my favourite Loki fic, it hurts so much and it's absolutely horrible so please be careful if you're sensitive or an abuse suvivor.

-"Deconstruction" -Loki/Tony Stark: "After the Avengers defeated Loki, the world was saved, but that's no reason not to avenge it. Tony means to do so, having obtained exclusive rights to tinker with Loki, and there is nothing and no-one in his way. Because human rights only apply to human beings, and Loki is no such thing..." (whump, rape, sexual slavery, torture, sadism). Same warnings as "Where the Devil don't go" basically.

X/& Reader:

-"Not so alone" -Loki & Teen!reader: Loki discovers that even the fearsome god of mischief can have fans (fluff)

-"Colour in-between the lines" - Loki x Reader fluff : you get to give your lover tattoos (my fic :>>...v precious to me)

-Painting with Loki headcanons -Loki x Reader

-Tokoyamisstuff's Loki x Reader masterlist

Bucky (MCU) fanfiction

Masterlists :

-Tokoyamisstuff's Bucky x Reader masterlist

-Sj-ficrecs' all-time favourite fics (Bucky x reader)

-Bucky Masterlist(through wkemeup)

X Reader :

-"Looped" - Bucky x Reader: "You are inadvertently trapped in a time loop without any memory of the last five years, including your relationship with Bucky. But Bucky would stay in the loop forever, explain everything again each day, if it meant getting to stay by your side."

-"Fives stages of grief" -Bucky x reader: "The love of your life dies while at war. you go through the five stages of grief." (angst)

-"Sunrise" -Veteran!Bucky x librarian!Reader: "Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you." (angst, PTSD, survivor's guilt, fluff)

-"Guiding light" -Bucky x reader : "It was supposed to be a simple mission [...] Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you." (angst, pinning)

-"And they could never tear us apart" -Bucky x Reader: "Bucky doesn’t trust anyone but himself. But after you show up on his doorstep with a shoebox full of old HYDRA files, he finds himself in a very difficult situation: trust a spy or gamble with people’s lives. "

-"For you" - Bucky x reader : “In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. A soul for a soul.” (angst, character death)

-"The bet" - Bucky x reader: "The agents at SHIELD have not taken well to Bucky’s pardon. When he’s injured on a mission under suspicious circumstances, you take matters into your own hands. "

#fanfic recs #marvel #x reader #loki mcu #bucky barnes #loki x reader #gen #non con #ultimate masterpost #bucky x reader #brodinsons #you can clearly tell which hyperfixation lasted the longest huh #yeah it's loki #always has been

[imnotrevealingmyname]

Sleepy

Loki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: None?

A/N: I've honestly given up on getting any interaction from y'all at this point but still, just as a reminder, I will block people who like but don't interact.

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Loki bent over her to brush the hair out of her eyes. "Someone's sleepy,"he mumbled, smiling lips shaping the words on her forehead. She frowned, and he held in a snort.

"Not yet,"she grunted, continuing to scroll, eyes fixed on the screen.

Loki rolled his eyes, straightening up and sinking down onto the other end of the sofa. He pretended to watch something on his phone while eyeing her discreetly.

One, two, three, four…

"Mmph!"

The phone slipped from her fingers and fell on her face, making her jump back awake. She made a small noise and straightened her glasses, and Loki was torn between amusement and a desire to wrap her up in a blanket and kiss her nose. Which she probably wouldn't appreciate at this moment, given how stubborn she was about going to bed early.

She looked disgruntled for a moment, fumbling with her phone as he still assumed a mask of casual indifference, biting back smiles. He pretended not to hear her guilty laugh that she quickly turned into a cough, which then transformed slowly into a tiny yawn which she quickly tried to suppress.

Little minx.

Loki kept a keen eye on her, trying not to laugh as she glanced at him quickly to check if he had noticed. He pretended not to have seen anything, but the sparkle in his eyes must have given him away.

"Gah,"she made a half annoyed, half amused noise, and half-heartedly threw a cushion at his leg. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Mm!"she scowled, clearly biting her lower lip to conceal a smile as she shifted on the couch, taking the antimacassar with her as she scooted closer to him and rolled over so she was lying on her belly facing him.

Loki went back to his pretence of ignoring her and of not seeing her scooching closer and closer until her head was practically in his lap.

When she finally collapsed in his lap with a groan and looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, looking slightly sulky, he laughed, bending down to plant the tiniest of kisses on her nose. She crinkled it up, making a soft sound of content and closing her eyes.

"Bed, sweet?"

"Mm."

She was already out like a light when Loki carried her to bed.

#loki #imnotrevealingmyname #loki (marvel) #loki fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #imnotrevealingmyname writes sometimes #loki fluff #little things series #cute #sleepy #blanket #soft #cuddle #snuggle #warm and snuggly #snuggles

[cozy-the-overlord]

Free Fall

Summary: Tony Stark arranges for an Avengers Teambuilding Day at a local amusement park. Loki had been hoping to avoid it -- he's had enough thrills to last a lifetime, he has no desire to seek out more -- but you and your endearing enthusiasm for roller coasters convince him to come along. However, the free fall drop tower you start out with turns out to be a bit more thrilling than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3,482

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: Drags self out of the grave and awkwardly waves

So it's been a minute since I posted lol. Those of you who follow may be aware that I recently graduated from college with the Final Semester From Hell that involved my computer hard drive dying on me in class and causing me to lose not only forty pages of my honors thesis two weeks before it was due, but also almost every WIP I had been working on in the past four years because I am an idiot who chronically forgets to back things up :D I did make it through college, but between stress, burnout, depression, and the death of any motivation to work on anything because of having to restart from the beginning for all of my projects, I went a while without writing anything. But I'm slowly getting back into it -- I have several projects in the works and I'm hoping to get back to posting more regularly. This fic was a short piece that I had started prior to the computer death that I had a lot of physical notes on so they weren't lost when my hard drive decided to yeet itself into the sun. I'm not entirely happy with it, but honestly it feels so good to finally finish something that I don't care.

Anyways, sorry for the obnoxious A/N. Thank you so much for reading!

Warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, panic attack, a bit of motion sickness?

Tags: @lucywrites02 @gaitwae @whatafuckingdumbass @the-emo-asgardian @imnotrevealingmyname @electroma89 @lokislittlesigyn @moumouton4 @theredrenard @justdontmindmetm @lostgreekgod @naterson

If you want to be tagged, feel free to send an ask/message :) (I also realize that this taglist is Old so if I need to update it please let me know)

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Standing in the shadow of the great tower, heart thudding in his throat, Loki is suddenly aware that he’s made an enormous mistake.

Next to him, Stark whistles. “This is what you usually start with?”

You grin up at the spire, a massive construction of electric green cutting through the cloudless sky. Two elevators, one on either side, are creeping slowly up the length of the tower. They linger at the top for just a moment before plunging back down to Earth, their occupants screaming. Loki feels ill just watching, but you’re practically vibrating in place. “It’s good to get the blood pumping.”

He can’t bring himself to look at you.

It’s your fault that he’s here. Loki hadn’t planned to come today at all. A day spent outside in the sweltering summer sun, following Stark’s gaggle of misfits onto various machines designed to fling mortals from side to side to simulate the feeling of a near death experience? Loki couldn’t imagine anything more torturous. Thor’s begging and cajoling received nothing in response. No, he hadn’t the slightest intention of coming today, not until last night, when he came across you restocking the main refrigerator.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” you had asked as you arranged rows of Red Bull on the top shelf. “I can’t wait to take you guys around Rapid Rails—I’ve been begging Mr. Stark to do a teambuilding day there ever since he hired me.”

Your eagerness caught him off guard— as Stark’s personal assistant, you had been present at all of his godforsaken teambuilding events, but Loki had never known you to be particularly excited about any of them. “I … I wasn’t aware you had such an attachment to it.”

“Oh yeah—I grew up just down the street from there!” You beamed at him, breaking down the cardboard box you had used to carry the cans. “We used to have season passes – they were way cheaper when I was a kid – and we’d just go there to hang out all the time. Gosh it was so fun. And now I get to go for work!” You let out a merry laugh. “I guess some things never change, right?”

Loki huffed a soft chuckle. He had never seen you like this before, practically bubbling over in excitement. It was … rather endearing. “I suppose not.”

“You are coming, right? Thor said you hadn’t made up your mind yet.”

Were the circumstances different, Loki might have scoffed. Hadn’t made up your mind yet—Norns, his brother lived in denial. Instead though, he hesitated. “I … I’m afraid I hadn’t planned on it.”

“Really?” The way your face fell actually hurt his chest. “Why not?”

“I—” He glanced away, pressing his lips together. “I’m not sure I’m one for your roller coasters,” he said, finally. “You’d likely have a better time without me there.” It was an attempt at lightheartedness, but you only seemed more disappointed.

“Oh, that’s not true at all! I was really looking forward to—” you stopped suddenly, and when Loki looked up again, you were biting your lip with a nervous laugh. “I mean, it would be really fun if you came with us. But it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I suppose I could come, if you so desire.” He hoped he sounded nonchalantly cool, and that you couldn’t see the way his heart fluttered at the idea that you might want him there. “I wouldn’t wish to let you down.”

“Oh, I mean—” You looked away, the light from the refrigerator silhouetting your frame. “I don’t want to force you, if you don’t want to. You shouldn’t do it just for me.”

“No, I …” He inhaled, then smiled. “I think I would like to join you.”

And so here he is, at the base of this great metal monstrosity, intently studying the sign outside of the line entrance to avoid Thor’s knowing smirk. His brother has never worn self-satisfaction well.

DEATH DROP: THE TALLEST AND FASTEST DROP TOWER ON THE EAST COAST

 The description is illustrated with a photograph of two people strapped to their seats, mouths wide in mid-scream as their hair flies every which way. Loki lets out a shaky exhale as he reads. The tower, it claims, is 400 feet tall. It reaches top speeds of 85 miles per hour. The ride itself lasts about 90 seconds in total. The measuring stand besides the entrance indicates that participants must be at least 48 inches tall.

400 feet. That doesn’t sound too terrible, he tells himself. The concept of a foot as a unit of measurement is still something he struggles to wrap his head around, but he knows that Stark Tower stands at over a thousand. So that’s not too bad. 400 feet would be a drop in the bucket, really, compared to …

No. He pushes the thought down, back into the dark recesses of his memory. None of that. Not today.

Stark smirks at him. “You’re looking green, Tommy Wiseau.”

Loki swallows, straining to maintain his stiff mask of composure. It’s bad enough to have Stark reveling in his discomfort, but now you’re looking over at him too, brow furrowed in concern, and he wishes he could melt away on the spot. “I’m quite fine.”

“Of course he is!” Thor booms, slapping his shoulder with a hearty thwack that does nothing for Loki’s stomach. “We’ve fallen from much higher heights, haven’t we, brother?”

Weightless. Breathless. Engulfed by inky nothingness, the air so thin he can’t even scream —

Loki’s smile hurts. “Yes, very true.”

“You don’t have to go, Loki,” you interject. “It’s totally okay— I have friends who love roller coasters and refuse to touch this ride. It’s a lot.”

He knows you mean it as reassurance, but he can’t stand the way you’re looking at him, as if he were a frightened child, too fragile to be brought along. Are you regretting having convinced him to change his mind? Do you feel that he’s only holding you back? Somehow, the idea that you no longer want him here is almost as sickening as the thought of the fall.

Loki huffs a breath. No. He will prove himself worthy of your coaster. “I assure you, I am fine.” His voice is more strained than he’d prefer it to be. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

…

The attendant seems rather starstruck as he ushers the group onto the ride—he stumbles and stammers through the explanation of the seating arrangements and the harness. Loki’s not really listening as he follows you to the left side of the cart, trying not to ignore the buzzing that seems to be settling behind his ears.

You smile up at him. “Would you rather sit on the side or in the middle?”

He frowns. “Does it make a difference?”

“Well, personally I don’t think so, but I know some people who get scared of heights think it’s easier to sit in the middle.”

“I’m not scared of heights.” The words come out far too quickly to sound believable, and he curses inwardly at himself. “I can sit on the side.”

“Are you sure?”  You eye him uncertainly. “It’s okay if you—"

“I’m quite capable of managing such a seat.” He sits before you have the chance to question him again.

The seat is rather tight—Loki wonders if that’s intentional, or if it’s simply built with a smaller frame in mind. In the cart off to the right, he can hear Thor fumbling about with the attendant, and he chuckles despite himself. If he’s finding it to be a bit of a squeeze, he can’t imagine the troubles his bulky brother must be having.

It’s a momentary reprieve from his darker thoughts, and Loki is actually smiling when you warn him to sit back against the seat.

“The harness is going to be coming down soon.”

“What?”

You motion to the contraption above the cart, two plastic green masses shaped like upside down u’s that hover above your heads like the top of a clam shell. “It sits over you and keeps you from flying out of the cart.” You let out a small laugh. “It’s like the harnesses on the Quinjets, but way less cool. They also have little handles that you can hold on to if you want.”

Loki is eyeing the harnesses uncertainly. “What do you mean they’ll be coming down soon?”

“You used to have to pull it down yourself, but they have it all programmed now.” A great mechanical creak cracks through the air, and you press yourself against the back of the seat. “Oh, here it comes now!”

He frowns, mimicking your movement to sit as far back as he can. The green restraint descends slowly over his head, with a metallic groan that does not give him much faith in the construction of this monstrosity. He expects it to stop once it was hovering over his torso, but it continues until it’s pressed snuggly against his chest, pinning him to the seat. The attendant is saying something over the intercom, but Loki barely registers it over the feeling of the restraint. It’s … it’s not a painful sensation, but the firmness with which it holds … he’s been restrained before. Little flames of memory spark in the corners of his mind, flames he can’t seem to douse no matter how hard he tries.

Get it off. Get it off. Get it off.

He gives an apprehensive tug on the metal handles that now rest on either shoulder, a tug which quickly turns into a hard yank. The harness does not move. His mouth has gone dry.

“Loki?” you’re frowning at him, your head only barely visible through your own harness. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You’re not bothered by the restraint. Of course you aren’t—how many times did you say you’ve ridden this ride? It’s fine. It’s fine. Goodness, what must you think of him, seeing him panic over the safety harness that you’ve worn hundreds of times before for fun? He nods his head, shaking away the feelings and memories and emotions and all the other thoughts that he wishes he could just wash down the drain …

“Are you sure—?”

“Perfectly,” he spits, but it comes out more snappishly than he intended, and you recoil with a look on your face that makes him despise himself.

I shouldn’t be allowed to speak.

“And enjoy your ride!” the attendant finishes with a flourish, and the thick metal cranking is all the warning you get before the cart begins to lift off from the ground. Loki’s heart jumps to his throat, pounding so fast he can’t make out the separate beats.

“This part is the scariest bit,” you yell at him over the grinding of machinery. “The anticipation kills me!”

Loki inhales. The elevator continues to rise, inching up slowly along the spire, the ground beneath their feet melting into miniature. This is alright, he tells himself. If this is the worst part of the experience, then he’ll be just fine. There’s nothing particularly frightening about it—he spoke the truth when he told you that he had never been bothered by heights. It’s all perfectly fine.

Perfectly. Fine.

Norns, they’re still going up. He risks a glance at the track above him—surely they must be close now? The movement makes him queasy, and he quickly turns back to face straight ahead. His knuckles are white from clutching the handles. The harness is digging into his chest and it takes all of his self-control not to rip it off. The elevator stutters—is this it? His breath catches, but no, they’re still going up. They seem to be slowing down though, don’t they? Or is that only his imagination?

I’m going to be ill.

They’ve stopped. That’s not in his head. Everything seems frozen in place. Why did he agree to do this? Loki presses his eyes closed. Any moment now. Any moment …

Still nothing.

His chest aches. He may have forgotten to breathe. Why have they stopped? Is something wrong? Loki turns to you—you look ecstatic, eyes crinkled with elation, mouth wide in an open grin.

“When is it going to—”

You drop.

The world goes silent. He feels it, that awful sensation in his stomach as the line goes slack and colors rush before his eyes in a blur until it all fades to darkness, airlessness, weightlessness, his lungs burning and drowning on the empty void of space—he’s falling, he’s falling again, he’s falling again oh please Norns not again—

There’s ground beneath his feet. He’s not sure where it came from. His knuckles ache. You’re talking – to him? He’s not sure, he only barely can make out your voice …

“Loki? The harness is coming up. Can you let go?”

He’s still clinging to the handles. Can he let go? He’s not sure. His body feels like lead. He pries his fingers from the metal tube and the pressure against his chest vanishes with a woosh over his head.

“There you go.” Your voice is soft, encouraging, closer than he remembered. He looks up to find you kneeling on the ground before him. You flash a nervous smile. “You alright?”

He’s not sure what to say. His instinct is to apologize, insist that yes, of course, he’s quite alright, he didn’t mean to give any impression to the contrary, everything is fine, but the words catch in his throat.

stars melting together smothering his last breath

Loki lets out a shuddering breath, settles for a nod.

“What’s the hold-up?” Stark calls out. “Barton and Romanov are waiting with the kids on the other side of the park.”

“We’re just taking a break for a minute!” Your reply is hurried. “You guys can go on, we’ll meet you there.”

“Is something wrong?” Thor sounds concerned, and—oh great—now both him and Stark are walking over to their cart. “Loki? What happened?”

“I—” But words, so often his steadfast ally, seem to be failing him right now. What happened? He has no answer; at least, none that his brother would accept. For nothing had happened, not really, and yet that was enough to send him spiraling through the fabric of reality.

He hates this. He hates feeling so weak.

Stark is chuckling. “If I knew that this was all it took to shut him up, I would have rented this place out sooner—”

Enough.

Loki forces himself to stand – far too quickly, his stomach churns at the movement, but he swallows the bile in his throat. He needs to get away. It doesn’t matter how, but he needs to not be with them. Besides him, you scramble to your feet too.

“I’m well.” His voice doesn’t sound right—it feels foreign, and thick like syrup, nothing like his own. “You may go on without me.”

“Are you certain?” Thor is frowning. “We can wait—”

Please don’t.

“I’m certain. I just need to sit for a moment.”

“There’s a bench nearby!” You’ve taken on the same cheery inflection typical of your working voice, and it adds a sense of normalcy to a distinctly abnormal situation. He’s grateful for it. “I can show you where!”

Both Stark and his brother seem reluctant to leave, but you insist that it’s fine. “I’ll call you if anything changes.”

He feels slightly steadier as he follows you to the bench—it’s just a wooden thing on the side of the concrete path, across from what appears to be a diner of some sort. You mumble something about going to get water. It’s a relief when you turn away, so you don’t see how he collapses against the seat.

There’s ground beneath his feet. Loki closes his eyes, focuses on that. There’s ground beneath my feet. The asphalt is firm, hot with the summer sun, anchoring him to reality. He lets out a breath. It feels safe.

Unless, of course, it crumbles beneath your step and flings you back into the abyss –

“Hey.” He jerks up at the sound of your voice, and the suddenness causes you to jump as well. You shift apologetically, standing in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Loki swallows. How did he not hear you come up? “You didn’t.” Although it must be obvious that you did. At least you’re kind enough to allow him the lie.

You offer him a plastic cup. It’s a flimsy thing, but quite cold, relieving against his feverish skin. He takes it with a mumbled thanks, pretending he doesn’t notice how you’re studying him with a quiet sort of concern.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask after a moment.

Loki bites down on the inside of his cheek, relishing the way it stings. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just – I mean – ” you glance down, tugging at your shirt sleeve. “I get panic attacks too.”

“I don’t—” But he stops himself, stops the urge to argue. Gives a gentle nod instead. “I’m well, thank you. I just … I need a moment to catch my breath.”

“I’m sorry …” You look away guiltily. “Death Drop is kind of a lot – we shouldn’t have done that first.”

“It’s not that. I –” He wants to explain to you. He wants you to know that he’s not usually like this—he never used to be like this, he’s strong and steady and perfectly capable of anything you could ask of him, but his voice is failing once again. Loki huffs a sigh. “You ought to go on with the others. I don’t wish to ruin your day.”

“Oh, you haven’t ruined anything. I’ve been on every ride in this park about a million times. It’s fine!” Your voice is bubbly and light as you sit down next to him on the bench. There’s something oddly comforting about the sound. “Besides, it’s bad etiquette to leave a friend by themselves at an amusement park. Buddy system and all that.”

A friend. He can only stare at you.

You falter. “Unless … unless you’d rather I left?”

“No—” Loki surprises himself with how quickly he answers. “No, I’d rather you didn’t.”

Several minutes pass in silence, the frantic beating of his heart slowly tapering off into something softer as he drinks in your presence. He’s grateful for it, grateful for how you let him soak in the quiet. Thor would never have allowed him such a moment’s peace.

 He’s considering asking if you’re sure you don’t want to go on any other coasters (he feels guilty for keeping you here—perhaps he can accompany you through the queue and wait on the ground?) when you suddenly sit up stock-straight. “Oh!”

Loki frowns. “Is something wrong?”

You turn to him with a wide grin. “I just remembered they have Dole Whip here!”

“They—what kind of whip?” What sort of ride would a whip be, he wonders? A human sized slingshot, perhaps? His stomach lurches at the thought.

Luckily though, he’s proved wrong. “Dole Whip!” you giggle. “It’s like ice cream, but fruit flavored. Like there’s pineapple and strawberry and whatnot—it’s like soft serve.” You look at him with a kind of hopeful excitement. “Do you want to try some?”

Loki hums. He has yet to try soft serve ice cream, but he knows his brother practically swears by the stuff. “Is it good?”

“Supposedly. I’ve actually never tried it— we never wanted to spend money on park food when we would come as kids. It’s stupid expensive.” You smirk. “But today’s all on Mr. Stark’s dime, so…”

He chuckles. “And you would take advantage of your employer in such a fashion? I didn’t realize I had such a Machiavellian on my hands.”

“Hey, I’m just taking advantage of the opportunities presented to me!” You stand with a grin, holding your hands up in a mock surrender pose. “You can’t blame me for that, can you?”

“Oh, I’d never,” he teases as he stands, and he’s relieved to find that his legs have regained their steadiness. “I’d be honored to experience this Dole Whip with you on Stark’s expense.”

“Fantastic,” you beam. “It’s not too far from here. And it’s right next to a bunch of these little shops—they have this ridiculous giant sea monster toy that costs like $300, I can show you—”

You continue on as the both of you walk down the path, telling him all about the park’s various hidden gems and the inside jokes you and your friends have concocted around them, and Loki finds himself laughing more than not—he can’t help it, your giggles are just too infectious.

Huh. Perhaps joining you today wasn’t a mistake after all.

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Help! I'm stuck on a plot detail.

This was going to be thanksgiving. It still might, or maybe it'll be Xmas. But a couple paragraphs turned into more. Plus I can't come up with the initial detail that ignites all the drama in the first place.

*GROOOOAN* Can y'all help a girl out?

Okay, here's the premise:

Steve says something at Loki's expenses that makes everyone laugh, except Loki. The joke and laughter continues. Loki's irritation just makes it funnier and funnier until Loki is furious, snaps at Rogers and storms outside to walk it off.

What was the joke?

Continued plot:

As Loki walksbs.d grumbles and stews and ruminates about it. Once he hears the laughter continue and assumes that Steve has followed him out onto the walking trail in order to continue mocking him. Loki begins yelling for Steve to knock it off, stating that Steve is going too far. Asking why Steve would harass him like this. It seems out of character for Steve, but the more Steve laughs, the angrier Loki becomes.

In the end, *spoiler*

In the end, Steve feels awful that he offended and upset Loki. He didn't mean anything bad by it and attempts to explain. Loki finally forgives Steve and they all respect each other again.

UGH!! What could Steve have laughed about that would offend Loki so much? It can't be super offensive and mean, because this Steve is a likeable kind one. He, Bucky, and Sam might rough and tumble a bit, joke around - boys will be puppies boys type of thing. They may get carried away sometimes, but... Maybe Thor wants to get into the action and awkwardly makes things too much. Too rough, too cutting of jokes. But Steve laughed or added more and that's when things crossed the line.

It's while Loki is walking it off that things get crazy.

But what was Steve laughing at?

Help!!! My mind just goes blank!

I know everyone is busy, especially now. But I'm still tagging several of you, because who knows, maybe you'll see this and *Bam* the answer will just pop right into your head without even trying???

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Anyone?? If you have an idea, please let me know. If I get multiple ideas, I can definitely use them for future spats between the two super heroes. If I haven't tagged you, please still make suggestions. I'm really stuck. And besides I love talking with people about plot Ideas. :-)

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These are some of my favorite series and one-shots (things I go back and re-read because they are so wholesome and amazing) I haven’t made my extensive Masterlist of fics yet, so I thought I’d bless you with these Beauties for now. (At the moment it’s only Loki but I’m going to add other characters I read for later On :))

(Last updated August 14th, 2022)

LOKI:

series:

“Frostbite” by @maiden-of-asgard

“Broken crown” by @michelleleahhh

“Dancing with our hands tied” by @michelleleahhh

“Loki’s Happy Ending” by @gingerwritess

“Little Things” by @imnotrevealingmyname 

One-shots: ​

 “silly wooden box” by @asgardwinter

“T as in Toxic” by @emeraldiis

“Stop and Smell The Flowers” by @bellesque 

“Anchor” pt 1 & 2 by @stjarnaloki 

“Spring season” by @shiningloki

“Whispered dreams” by @imnotrevealingmyname

“Loki drabbles” by @latent-thoughts

Tiny blessings by @sarahscribbles

“Celestial Love” by @sarahscribbles

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