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dancing-queen3 · 2 years

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wishes

loki x !fem! reader

requested by: @lauralestrange7

summery: after a fight with thor, loki thinks about his first and only love. and how he wishes it would of turned out differently

The smoke and smell of blood was still lingering in the air as the avengers arrived at stark tower. All were tired, hungry, and overall fed up with the situation, but nothing else could go wrong right? Wrong. The plan was for thor to take loki back to asgard to serve his punishment by the hand of their father however due to unfortunate circumstances involving heimdall and a recent flu that had been pestering asgard for the past week, the bifrost would be out of maintenance for a while. Which unfortunately for all the avengers meant that loki would have to sty in the stark tower under extreme surveillance. Great.

A few weeks past as each avenger would take turns guarding loki, none old talk to him except for thor d even that was only to berate him. However one day, he took it a bit too far.

‘brother you have to learn, there are consequences to your actions. Your lucky that I could even convince tony to give you a room, if it was up to him and the rest of the team you would be rotting in the basement right now. You should be even more grateful that fathers punishment has been postponed, norse knows what his rage will make him do’ thor droned on.

‘not my father’ loki said, with no emotion nor interest in his voice as he flicked through the pages of his book. Thor rolled his eyes and scoffed at his brother. ‘wonder what she would think of you now, thor mumbled under his breath. Loki was suddenly very interested. ‘oh? And who might ‘she’ be dear brother’ loki dared, slowly standing, almost like a lion trying to intimidate his next meal. Thor noticed this and suddenly felt the need to challenge his brother back. ‘you know who loki. Imagine how disappointed she would be-‘ ‘i’m warning you thor..’. loki said with a dark look on his face, staring at his brother. ‘oh please lady y/n would-‘ ‘DO NOT DARE BRING HER INTO THIS’ loki roared, his voice scratched fist clenched and face wrinkled with utter rage. Silence flooded the room, the only sound being loki’s rapid heavy breathing. Thor stood in a state of shock for a second until he realised, of corse the wound was still fresh. This was the love of his brothers life. ‘i’m sorry brother, that was…low of me’ thor apologised slowly.

Lokis back a now turned to thor ‘ get out’ loki said almost brokenly. ‘loki i-‘ ‘LEAVE’ thor tried but was promptly cut off by his brother. Thor thought it bet to not make the situation escalate any further than needs be and slipped out the door silently.

Loki miserably made hs was over to his temporary bed and found tat his mind couldn’t stop racing as he stared at the ceiling. You had once been the love of his life, and on many ways still was. You were apart of the warriors and were great friends with thor as children, but even closer with his little brother loki. Most of the warriors (thor included) tended to stay clear of loki and his habits of mischief, but you found him enticing and wanted to know more about the little raven haired boy. You and him made quite the pair, he would make you laugh with his tricks on his brother and you would protect him from his brothers heavy handedness. You two had basically spent your entire childhood as best friends.

Now, in the present, loki found himself daydreaming about his fondest memory’s of you two together, much like your first kiss.

‘I hate these silly dresses’ you mumbled, trying to get the frills to go the right way so you would feel somewhat comfortable, you were used to being clothed in armour so dresses were a rare thing to wear. You were currently at a royal asgardian ball, you hadn’t wanted to come in the first place but, being a warrior of the palace, it was mandatory you do which was normally ok, the music was good and it was usually a good time when you had loki to natter with. But unfortunately for you the music just seemed too loud for your poor head to take tonight and there wasn’t a loki for the far as I could see, leaving you awkwardly standing near the dessert table. ‘having a good evening m’lady?’ a deep voice purred in your ear. Letting a sharp gasp of surprise out you spun round to glare at loki as he smugly looked at you in amusement. ‘oh? Did I scare you? I deeply apologise’ he said with not an ounce of apology in his voice. ‘dick’ you said spinning away from him with your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Loki suddenly got a bit concerned as well as confused, usually you would reply back with some snark comment but then would greet him with a smirk of your own, however this time was different. He then realise that of corse this party was just too much at the moment, he had to admit it was for him too that’s why he had chosen to stay in his room for the majority until his mother came to fetch him with a scolding to ‘be more social’. ‘would you like to join me on the balcony? I cant stand to be around these snobs much longer’ loki whispered as quietly has he could given that the music was still blaring strong. Realising what he was doing, your face softened in gratitude ‘norns please, If I stay here any longer my head might explode’.

And with that, you two slithered out of the grand glass doors onto a quiet balcony which aloud you to view the beautiful palace garden. Finally, you could hear yourself think. Hours seem to fly when you were in loki’s company when You two joked chatted and even gossiped about the other Warriors. But as time passed the mood seemed to shift, to loki you looked like more of a goddess than he was, the way your hair was perfectly placed, the way the moonlight shined on your face giving you an iridescent look. ‘your gorgeous’ loki whispered barely loud enough for you to hear, but you did. Your snorted as you lazy leaned your arms on the balcony ‘yeah sure ok loki whatever you say’ at first thinking he was just messing around with you as per usual but as soon as your eyes snapped to his half-lidded love filled ones you instantly knew he was dead serious.

He gently took your hands in his, soft enough so that you could pull away but it was still comforting in a way. ‘y/n no one has ever given me s much joy as you do, when im with you time just seems endless, like nothing else matters. No body can understand me like you my dear…please grant me the honour to be yours.’ loki said in the softest voice you have ever heard. And for the very first time in which you have known loki you genuinely didn’t know what to say or do. So there you stood, mouth agape and unmoving, frozen in shock. Its not like you didn’t want this, quite the opposite actually, you had been dreaming of starting a relationship with loki for years, you were honestly just too amazed that he felt the same. As the seconds felt like hours and still nothing had had been said, loki took this as a signal that you were going to reject him. ‘i’m sorry…’ he whispered pitifully as he let go of your hands and started walking towards the grand glass doors, most likely going to mope in his own self pity. Suddenly your hand shot out to grab his ‘no! erm no, wait please…’ you sputtered out desperately. Loki turned around with a glimpse of hope in his eyes ‘loki…of corse i’ll be yours you stupid snake’ you said breathily with hooded eyes and a crooked smile. Suddenly, loki grabbed you by the waist and spun you in delight, you both giggled until loki smashed his lips against yours as you both melted against each other and at that moment you wished you could just pause time. Loki gently placed you down as you both pulled apart breathlessly.

From that day on you two would do anything and everything together, you decided to try to keep it secret from his family and the warriors but eventually it was impossible not to catch on considering you were all over each other all of the time.

And it was so good, until it all went terribly wrong.

As years passed loki became more and more obsessed with his father and the thrown, you could tell he was changing and the day his father went into the odinsleep and he was given the thrown, you had had enough.

‘loki. We need to talk’ you stated sternly, but that was just a mask for how miserable you were for what you knew was about to come. ‘ah..my queen..can you believe this? All ours. All mine. Finally.’ Loki rose from his golden thrown and looked around, taking in his new found riches. ‘loki your obsessed, please…why don’t you just take a break from the thrown? We can get away from the palace for the weekend, maybe stay in a quiet cottage just to ourselves, yeah?’ you desperately tried to persuade him. However loki felt anger rising up in him ‘what? But..this was us! For you! And now what? You don’t want it? You just want me to throw this away!’ loki tried to look intimidating, but it never worked on you. You physically deflated but on some level you knew that would be his answer, and you knew what you had to do as a result. ‘loki…im sorry, but I just can’t watch you do this to yourself. If you really truly love me, ill be waiting. Goodbye loki.’ And with a heavy heart you turned around and walked out of the thrown room. you wouldn’t let him see it, you needed to be strong, but as soon as you got to your bedroom you completely collapsed and cried to your hearts content. Loki meanwhile, hid his heartbreak with anger, the tables were flipped, statues smashed and was all round chaos. Loki sat on his new found thrown plotting his next plan against hi brother to destruct himself from the urge to completely break down.

And now, loki sits sobbing into his bed wishing pleading that he could turn back and change time, that he ran to stop you, to hold you in his arms, to run away with you forever. But that will never happen. You could never want him after knowing what he’s done, what he is. ‘i’m so sorry my love..’ he whispered longingly as he drifted off from exhaustion.

Little did he know a certain asgardian warrior was praying that she would be in his arms once more.

authors note:

ahhhh my first request and fanfic! im so excited its unreal. thank you so so so much for requesting and i hope its too your expectations! i decided to add in a bit of childhood friends to lovers if you don’t mind, i’m a sucker for that trope 🤭 how you enjoyed! luv ya! 🫶

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x you #loki x y/n #friends to lovers #reader #fem reader #asgard #thor #avengers

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 4 years

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Other healers include Gríma from Fóstbræðra saga and Laxdæla saga and Heiðr from Biarmiland in Haralds saga hárfagra.

- "Hostile Magic in the Icelandic Sagas," Hilda Ellis-Davidson

Fucking LIVING for this.

There was a man called Kotkel, who had only recently arrived in Iceland. His wife was called Grima. Their sons were Hallbjorn Sleekstone-Eye and Stigandi. These people had come from the Hebrides. They were all extremely skilled in witchcraft and were great sorcerers.

- Laxdæla saga

I’ve long thought it interesting JRRT’s use of the name Grima since, in the sagas, it’s a woman’s name (Grimr would be the masculine). And, as it’s Tolkien, I assume we can assume he knew what he was doing. Did he fully appreciate the implications in terms of gender and subversion of masculinity? Hard to say. But in terms of picking that name, I am sure he knew what he was doing with regards to the literary references and linguistic aspects.

And yes, yes, Grima was based on Unferth from Beowulf (and god is the entire Entering Meduseld/King of the Golden Hall chapter just an entire transplant of the Beowulf Entering Heorot scene). But, in the naming of him, I’m sure Tolkien was aware of the witch Grima. Not to mention that Odinn is also associated with the name Grima since it means helmet/mask/specter and Odinn was known to go about in disguise and hidden from the eyes of the average person. And, of course, he was a known practitioner of seiðr.

And the seiðr association! In the Laxdæla saga we meet Grima and her husband Kotkel who are both skilled in seiðr, a form of witchcraft/magic that is known for, among other things:

making illusions,

causing madness and/or forgetfulness,

brewing of potions and poisons,

prophesying,

channeling the dead,

channeling gods,

removal of elf-shot, and

recovering lost portions of someone’s soul.

(Then there’s animal transformation, causing storms and landslides etc.)

The first three listed are, of course, what LOTR Grima does to Theoden.

And seiðr is, in Norse and Anglo-Saxon culture, a woman’s craft. It was considered unmanly/effeminate for a man to partake in it (you know, the whole winning a fight/battle via spells and poison is seen as undermining the Oo Ra Military Masculinity that was particularly strong in Nordic and A-S societies in the late antiquity and early medieval period).

(So, with that said, that Grima’s husband is also associated with seiðr is interesting. But that’s a whole side conversation of magic and gender in Nordic and Anglo-Saxon society.)

Anyway, I’m not going anywhere in particular with this. And I think LOTR Grima’s complication of gender in Rohan is pretty self-evident, both in the book and very much so in the movies. Coding the bad guy in a feminine manner is hardly new, same with coding the bad guy in a queered fashion. So, that’s much of a muchness with Grima. He is positioned within that classic trope. I’m just nattering away over here.

Mostly, I’m pleased with the nod to Grima the Witch in the Laxdæla saga that I’m sure JRRT was doing on purpose, and the neat overlap between LOTR Grima’s skill-set with that of seiðr and all those delightful gender implications that fall out from this.

/please people ask me about grima i have so many feelings/

#LOTR #lord of the rings #grima wormtongue #lotr meta #nordic sagas #seidhr #language #just rambling away

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sage-nebula · 5 years

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mcu for the meme?

the first character i ever fell in love with:

Mmm … I think my first MCU movie was Thor, so probably Thor Odinson? I don’t know that I really “fell in love” with him there, though—I came to like him more as the movies progressed—but he was definitely adorable in that first movie and I liked him a lot.

I also liked Darcy a lot in that movie, though. Calling Mjolnir “Mya-Mya” because of her is something my local best friend and I still do to this day. (Literally, we both excitedly said, “Mya-Mya!!” when it showed up in Endgame, haha. It will always be Mya-Mya to us.)

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Steve Rogers. I really liked him in The First Avenger and The Winter Soldier, and though I wasn’t really fond of him in the first Avengers outside of his “I understood that reference!” moment, my opinion of him didn’t really tank until Civil War. I’m not saying that he didn’t have his reasons for being against the Accords or anything like that, but I am saying that his blasé attitude toward civilian casualties when trying to reassure Wanda at the start of the film, his refusal to apologize for any of the mistakes he made, his refusal to even try to see the opposing side, and his overall self-righteous attitude pissed me right the hell off. I went into the movie neutral, but I ended the movie on Team Stark. For all that people love to claim that Tony never takes responsibility for anything, he’s the only one in that conflict who bothered to admit when he made a mistake and apologize. It really just put me off Cap’s character in a big way.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Honestly, I don’t really care about romance in the MCU very much, so I can’t really think of an answer for this. I think the closest is Thor/Jane, because I didn’t mind it in the first movie, but came to really hate it in The Dark World and I was glad that she didn’t make a reappearance in Ragnarok. Natasha/Clint could also count, I guess, since Clint being married with kids kind of puts a damper on that, along with Natasha being fridged to fuel his angst in Endgame. Kind of ruins it for me, just a bit.

my ultimate favorite character™:

It’s a tie between Peter Parker and Carol Danvers.

I fell in (platonic, motherly) love with Peter the moment I saw his vlog at the start of Spider-Man: Homecoming (I watch these movies out of order sometimes, so I saw Homecoming before Civil War), and everything he has done since then has just reinforced how much I absolutely adore him. The moment I saw him swing into screen in Endgame I gasped in delight (and said, “The baby’s here!!”), and he stole every scene he was in following. I love MCU Peter Parker with all my heart and soul and will not hear a word against him. He is a treasure.

But on that note, I love Carol just as much! God I identified so much with Carol’s struggles against sexism in her childhood in Captain Marvel. I faced many of those same struggles, often from my own family (e.g. I wasn’t allowed to set off fireworks even though my younger brother was because it was “too dangerous”), but through it all I kept pushing anyway. Carol has determination oozing through her veins, she’s snarky, she has the exact same taste in fashion as me, she’s … she’s perfect. I love her, everything about her, and I can’t wait until her second movie. I’m really psyched about it.

prettiest character:

Carol again. I mean … have you seen Brie Larson? That said, I really wish she hadn’t cut her hair in Endgame, because I really loved the way it fanned out and flowed around her, positively radiant when she was in space … but her cutting her hair does not diminish her beauty. She is gorgeous. I love her so much.

my most hated character:

Fucking Scott Lang. This might seem like a bizarre choice to some people, and that’s fine, but my god I cannot stand him. He just doesn’t know when to shut up, to the point where I actually hissed “Shut up!” before I could stop myself during Endgame when he kept nattering on, and on, and on, and on while Steve and Tony were trying to figure out a second way to get at the Infinity Stone they needed. He’s annoying. Everything about him is annoying. The way he won’t shut up ever, the way he carries himself, the way he looks, the way he talks, the way he acts … literally every single thing about him grates on my every last nerve, to the point where I have not seen either of his solo movies because I don’t think I can tolerate him long enough for them. (Endgame had way too much of him as it is.) It’s honestly too goddamn bad they didn’t sacrifice him to get the Soul Stone instead. Would have been a much better investment, for real.

my OTP:

I don’t think I have one, haha. Like I said, I really don’t care about romance in the MCU. Although that said, I’m looking at the list again and it doesn’t seem to ask about platonic relationships at all (for SHAME), so I’ll have to say that my BROTP is Iron Dad & Spider-Son, bar none, and anyone who follows me and doesn’t know this has not been paying attention. Iron Dad & Spider-Son is by far my favorite relationship in the MCU, and I’m ready to be hurt again this summer when Far From Home hits theatres.

my NOTP:

Aside from romantic Tony/Peter (I should not have to explain why this is nasty), Steve/Tony. I understand it’s a big thing in comics fandom, but the MCU movies are not the comics and I cannot get behind this ship with the way Steve has treated Tony. Tony deserves better. Straight up.

favorite episode movie:

Spider-Man: Homecoming, but Captain Marvel is a very close second.

saddest death:

It’s a tie between Peter’s in Infinity War and Tony’s in Endgame, probably predictably, haha. That said, Gamora’s in Infinity War is a close second, because goddamn … the way they shot that was just so … seeing her struggling and fighting against Thanos as he dragged her to the edge, and the music that was playing … I’m not even that big of a Gamora fan (or a Guardians fan in general, really), but damn, that was tragic.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

I’m going to guess Scott Lang, haha. I haven’t really seen anyone pissed off by his mere existence like I am, and I hate him way more than I dislike Steve, so.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Loki. Loki is my favorite Norse god in the actual mythology because of how hilarious he always is, so it stands to reason that I’d like him in MCU as well, even though his MCU incarnation is based on his comics counterpart rather than the actual mythology. Even so, Loki undergoes a lot of character development, to the point where his death in Infinity War after the completion of his arc was actually beautiful, so it might sound bad to still be calling him trash, but … look. He is a bastard man. He knows this. Thor knows this. We all know this. But he is our bastard man, and we love him.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

PETER PARKER HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH GRIEF AND SUFFERING, PLEASE JUST GIVE THIS TEENAGER A HUG AND SOME LOVE.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

I don’t have one, haha.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

Basically everything I ship romantically, haha. Tony/Pepper, Tony/May, Pepper/May, Tony/Pepper/May, Tony/Rhodey, Thor/Valkyrie, Thor/Bruce, Steve/Sam, Sam/Natasha, Steve/Natasha, Steve/Sam/Natasha, Steve/Peggy, Peter/Ned, Peter/MJ, Peter/Ned/MJ … the list could go on, probably, haha.

#fandom meme #mcu #Anonymous #mcu spoilers #endgame spoilers

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writerjodie · 5 years

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Renegades: The Journey

Assassin’s Creed: Renegades - The Journey (Chapter Three)

Renegades Masterpost

Pressing a kiss to her hand, and placing her hand on the smooth body of her bike, Lisa bids farewell to her favourite piece of machinery. Luckily for her, Connor offered to keep it safe in the Assassin’s garage for her whilst she is away - but still, she’ll miss it, almost as much as the Assassins here. Both Connor and his senior, Achilles, are there to wave her off, the former enveloping her in a crushing bearhug whilst muttering something about missing her already. Mentor Achilles opts for a more formal approach, offering Lisa a brisk handshake instead.

“Are we ready to go, then? The car’s waiting,” Kassandra appears at the door, impatient to get back home. With a final farewell to her bike and friends, Lisa skips out the door, dragging her suitcase behind her. “Here, let me,” Kassandra lifts the full case into the car boot with ease, her muscles barely straining at such a task, “Nice bike you got there, I’ve got one similar back home. You can borrow the spare one when we get there if you’d like,” Squeezing herself into the seat between the siblings, Lisa’s face lights up at that thought. “I’d like that very much,” she hums, feeling horribly inadequate between the muscled Greeks.

As the taxi rolls into action, the trio natter away like old friends, even chatting with the sweet taxi driver in the front. Once in the airport, their checkin is swift, and soon enough an air host is ushering them into a posh departure lounge, to where a few other Assassin agents linger. Eventually, they are given clearance, and are again ushered out onto the runway, where the Assassin’s private jet awaits them all. Brows raised at the internal refurb in the jet, Lisa harks back to her last trip in the plane, all the way from London to New York, with only herself for company. Chucking her hand luggage in the storage box - her suitcase having been bundled into the hold - Lisa plops down of the first free chair she spots, marvelling at its plushness. The air hosts do their thing of point exits and whatnot, then their pilot comes over the intercom.

“Welcome all to this private flight, the time is currently 10:17, and in a few minutes we will taxi out to commence our flight,” the smooth voice greets them all, “This flight is approximately 10 hours 30 minutes, and we should arrive in Naples at around 06:40, their time,”

Craning her neck to find Kassandra, Lisa breathes a sigh of relief when she spots the Spartan sat behind her.

“Hey Kass, if we’re landing in Naples, how’re we getting to Greece?” she asks, furrowing her brows. “First we will drive East to Bari, then we’ll get on my ship and sail there,” the response comes, “Normally we’d land straight in Greece, but since others are coming with us, it seemed easier to go straight to Italy,”

Nodding, Lisa looks around the plane, taking proper looks at the faces of the others’ for the first time since arrival. Alexios sits somewhere at the back, near Bayek. Across the jet, she sees the devilishly handsome Ezio Auditore snoring gently already, and behind him, the ever silent Arno Dorian - Mentor of the Frenchies. A jolt shudders through the plane, warning the Assassins of the imminent take off. Leaning back in her seat, Lisa watches the receding land fade away beneath the clouds as the jet soars into the sky. Once the seat belt light flashes off, the unanimous click of almost all belts rattles around the fuselage, and immediately half of the Assassins are crowded around the built in bar.

Retrieving her bag, Lisa plops back down on her seat, and begins to rummage through for her headphones. 10 hours to kill, and strictly speaking, Lisa isn’t big on the whole drinking stuff. As her fingers brush the soft velvet covered box at the bottom of her bag, Lisa starts in her seat: she’d forgotten she’d put that in there. With the aim to forget it, Lisa frowns as her fingers betray her and retrieve that damned box instead of her headphones. Her fingers tremble a little as she flips it open once more, the intricate pattern shining in the incandescent lighting. For a moment, her mind wanders back to that happy time. A candlelit dinner, a pair of smiling brown eyes, calloused hands clasping hers, this very necklace resting in its box - these images flit through her mind, spaced out by flashes of the angst upon discovering her love’s disappearance.

“What’s that you got?” Alexios appears seemingly out of nowhere, leaning over her shoulder to look at the necklace.

“Hmm, nothing,” she hums, “Just something I got ages ago,”

Upon seeing the tree of life sigil, Alexios pauses, his brows flickering together for a moment before he remembers himself.

“It’s lovely” he squeezes onto the chair beside her, “Am I right in saying it’s a Celtic symbol?” “The Yggdrasil is Norse I think, but the whole tree of life thing is probably used in Celtic mythology too,” Lisa hums, repeating the same words her lover had told her long ago upon giving her the gift, “He...the one who gave it to me, I mean, he was into all his mythology and stuff - he was Irish,”

Lips pursed, Alexios nods again, his thick finger gently stroking the edge of the delicate pewter pendant. “Was?” he queries, the golden rings of his eyes meeting hers, “What happened?” Slamming the lid shut, Lisa stuffs the damned thing back into her bag - it’s no use getting caught up on the past, she needs to look to the future. “I’m not sure,” she whispers, “He went on a mission and never returned, Achilles and the others told me nothing - so I presume him to be dead,”

What she doesn’t add is that the Yggdrasil necklace disappeared at the same time, only to return again after her encounter with the masked man who knew her name at the warehouse.

“Ouch, sorry to hear that...you can talk to me and Kass about it anytime, you know,” he ruffles her hair out its bun, “If we’re to work together we should all get to know each other and be friends - no secrets,”

Standing back up, Alexios flashes Lisa a knee weakening smile, and points to where the other Assassin’s are gathered. “Now if you don’t mind,” he adjusts the strings of his red hoodie, “I promised Monsieur Dorian a drinking contest,”

Watching the muscled Spartan disappear into the bar area, Lisa curls up on her chair and inserts her headphones, pulling up her favourite playlist. Eyes gazing out the window, Lisa leans back and lets the soothing beats of Ghost’s Nocturnal Me take her to the land of bliss slumber.

The rest of the flight passes without incident, with them landing in Naples International at the precisely the predicted time. The car park outside if full of various goodbyes as the Assassin’s set off on their various journeys. Alexios, Kassandra, and Lisa are the last left waiting, until a smooth, black Jaguar car glides up next to them, and the window rolls down.

“Get in losers, we’re going to Bari,” the woman inside laughs, looking at the trio over her wide brimmed sunglasses.

Immediately Kassandra has the door open and is practically sat on the lady’s lap, pressing firm kisses to her lips. “Kyra babe, I’ve missed you,” she hums, gesturing for Alexios to put the cases in the boot.

As the two lovers take up the front seats, Lisa and Alexios end up in the back again - not that they mind, as they both get to control the various snacks Kyra brought with them for the 3 hour drive.

It’s mid morning when they finally arrive in Bari, having come to a stop in the car park by the port. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Lisa takes in the bright, sun soaked port, and smiles at the rows of yachts that greet her.

“Last leg now,” Kassandra rolls from the car, stretching her stiff legs in the morning breeze.

Goraning to himself, Alexios pulls the rest of the cases from the boot, as Kyra hands over the car’s keys to the car rental guy, who immediately inspects the vehicle for damage. Bag of crisps clutched in her hands, Lisa falls into step behind the others as they stroll along the port side.

“You’re going to love the Adrestia,” Kyra twists around to smile widely at Lisa, “It’s so spacious and luxurious - you wouldn’t think it’s a boat once you’re inside!”

Kyra’s words prove to be true, as the moment Lisa lays eyes on the luxurious yacht she simply falls in love with it. From the detailed artwork on the hull, that likens the ship to an Ancient Greek Warship, to the cornflower blue sails tied to its trio of masts - the Adrestia is truly a sight to behold.

As they board, they are greeted with a huge bear hug from a smallish man.

“Welcome back! Who’s this new face Barnabas sees here? Welcome to the Adrestia new lady,” the man waves, introduces himself as Barnabas. “I’m Lisa,” the ‘new lady’ speaks, “Nice to meet you Barnabas,”

In the middle of taking their cases into the yacht, Barnabas nearly jumps out of his skin when a panel in the cabin beeps loudly: “That’s never good”, he huffs, dropping their cases down.

All five of them jog into the cabin, where the radar panel in the centre beeps again, more urgently this time. Together, they crowd around it. A flashing white dot sits at the far edge of the screen, telling them that another ship is approaching.

Storming over to the window, Alexios peers out in the general direction of the dot - spotting his target instantly.

“Templars,” he hisses, stepping aside to point at the distant yacht.

“We are all too worn out to fight, and Ezio will have our guts for garters if we start a fight on his soil...we’d better get out of here before they find us,” Kassandra suggests, turning back from the crimson sailed yacht to face the others, who all nod in agreement.

“Yeah, we’ll all be dead on our feet if we try to fight now, not to mention the long journey ahead,” Lisa twirls around on the chair she has found herself on, “Speaking of which, how long is it until we reach….wherever we’re going?”

“Athens,” Barnabas clarifies, consulting his GPS screen, “It should take only 15 hours,” Only? Gods help them all.

Sighing at the prospect of more long journeys, Lisa consoles herself with the idea of being in goddamned Athens by the end of the night. As the silent engines of the Adrestia whirr into life, she grabs a cool can of lemonade from the fridge, and joins the others on the deck of the ship.

They pass the scarlet sailed ship in silence, all of them barely daring to breathe lest the Templars on board clock their presence. Tilting her head to the side, Lisa pauses when she spots who exactly is disembarking from that ship.

A tall man walks off first, coming to a stop on the stone dock wall, his black shirt sticks to his broad shoulders with perspiration, and his dark hair is slicked to his head with it too.

The balmy air around Lisa turns frigid as she looks upon the man, reluctantly spotting how similar he looks to her old lover...no, Shay Cormac died two years ago, there is no way he is stood in goddamned Bari right now.

Suddenly deciding the lemonade is too sweet for her, Lisa hands it over to Alexios and enters the yacht once more. Maybe, maybe it’s just her travel tired eyes playing tricks on her. Yes, maybe she’s just too jet lagged, and her chat with Alexios on the plane...hmm, she needs some good sleep, then she’ll be fine.

Collapsing onto the soft bed of her private cabin, Lisa barely has the time to shuck off her shoes before the welcome embrace of sleep claims her.

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Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day: Fic Rec Monster-List

Norse Mythology (not Marvel):

Sigyn's Saga (series) by Fialleril: Rated T, Graphic Depictions of Violence [Loki/Sigyn, Genderqueer Character, Friendship/Love, Innuendo] “Norse myth from Sigyn's perspective.”

riddles in the dark (series) by Fialleril: Rated G [Fenrir, Jörmungand, Hel, Character Studies, Metaphors, Riddles] “A series of metaphorical takes on Loki's three monster children, to the tune of riddles from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit.”

The Witcher (games and/or novels):

No Monopoly on Altruism (WIP) by kinirohana: Rated G [Dettlaff/Regis, Drabble Sequence, Accidental Plot] “100 word drabbles for the rarest of rare pairs. Starting in the days where Dettlaff is resuscitating Regis after his dissolution by Vilgefortz.”

It Takes A Hansa by jikanet_tanaka: Rated T [Child OMC, Milva, Angoulême, Regis, Cahir, Dandelion, Geralt, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies] “In a kinder, better world, on a cold winter morning, Maria Barring's child is welcomed to the world by his exhausted mother and his overly giddy auntie Angoulême. Oh, and by his four dads. Overly self-indulgent AU where everybody survives, and Milva's kid gets to be raised by the most epic family of all time.”

Love and Rhetoric (series) by a_sparrows_fall: Rated E [Regis/Geralt, Hurt / Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Minor Character Death, Blood Drinking, Addiction, Withdrawal, Questionable translation of dead languages] “Geralt doesn’t want Regis to leave Toussaint. Not yet. They have unfinished business… if only they can both avoid the ghosts of their pasts.”

Blood Ties (WIP) by Dordean: Not Rated [Ciri & Regis, Friendship/Love, What if Ciri had other options, Minor Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Long live the Queen] “’A grey pebble in the mill-cog of destiny. You, who spilled blood; you, who drank blood. The crossroads now lay ahead. What will you choose: freedom or power? To succumb to your fate - or to shape it? Safety of idleness, or courage: to act, to fight for who you are? You are at the crossroads. Choose.’ Ciri on the Path, Regis in exile; but that is not the end - for either of them.”

Unsaid by a_sparrows_fall: Rated M [Regis/Geralt, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Telepathic Bond, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Dialogue] “’And then he hears it. A voice in his head. Definitely not his own. A man’s voice: soft, scared, and just a little bit posh. Oh, dear, it says.’ A soulmate AU, where soulmates form a telepathic bond. Based heavily on the novels.“

Misethere by astolat: Rated E [Geralt/Emhyr, Consent Issues, Sex Pollen, Infidelity, War, Seduction] “Emhyr was looking at him for once, with a strange expression. ‘I have misjudged you,’ he said, sounding irritated actually: how dare Geralt surprise him. ‘I get that a lot,’ Geralt said.”

Young Wolves by dreadelion: Rated M [Eskel/Geralt, Friends to Lovers, Trans Male Character, Illustrated] “A collection of illustrated ficlets, showing Geralt and Eskel's friendship through the ages, from first meetings to best friends to something more.”

Absolution by Taricha: Rated G [Dettlaff & Anarietta, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Blood and Wine] “Dettlaff keeps coming into Anna Henrietta's room at night, and she cannot find a way to make him stay away.”

Sherlock Holmes (BBC=Johnlock, ACD=Holmes/Watson):

Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction: Rated E [Johnlock, Sickfic] “’If Sherlock's brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.’ Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.”

The Progress of Sherlock Holmes by ivyblossom: Rated E [Johnlock, John Watson/Mary Morstan, author chooses not to add other plot tags in order to not give the plot away, but if you are sensitive about difficult relationship issues, consider yourself warned] “’I had,’ he said, ‘come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.’“

Within the Narrative by Dale Pike (yesiamTHATdalepike): Rated M [Johnlock, Angst, Tragedy, Comedy] [This fic was NOT written by Mark Gatiss. Beware of Fourth Wall Breaks, Sock-puppets, and a chaotic evil author who’s really chaotic good, but had to learn a hard lesson in social ethics] “Rated by Proper Dave to be his Fourth-Favourite-Sherlock-Fic of all time. A boring story, with certainly an element of comedy, about the stuff between the lines.”

Alone On the Water by Mad_Lori: Rated G, Major Character Death [Johnlock, Euthanasia, Deathfic, Love Confessions, Grief] [VERY IMPORTANT: TAKE THE TAG WARNINGS SERIOUSLY] “Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.”

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore: Not Rated [Johnlock, Parentlock, Drug Use, Depression, walking around the world] [Mary Is Not Good] “Post Series 3. Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world ...and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.”

Since First I Saw Your Face (WIP) by Stavia_Scott_Grayson: Rated M [Holmes/Watson, Friends to Lovers, Victorian Sherlock Holmes, Pining, Resolved sexual and romantic tension - eventually, Victorian Attitudes] [non-fictional characters, historical references and events] “During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.”

Mass Effect:

Red Streak (WIP) by ThunderheadFred: Rated E, Major Character Death [Fem!Shep/Garrus, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, First Contact War] “During the surrender of Shanxi, ex-Marine Hannah Shepard agrees to parley with the fleet captain of the invading turian Blackwatch. Two decades later, Hannah's daughter Jane lives in the shadow of that infamous truce.”

Pretty Taste For Paradox by ThunderheadFred: Rated M [Fem!Shep/Mordin, ASMR, Angst, Romantic Friendship, Asexual Relationship, Slow Burn] “After being resurrected by Cerberus, Shepard is a raw nerve, a stranger in her own skin. Why else would the never-ending nattering of Professor Mordin Solus send a shiver down her spine?”

Dragon Age:

The Strongest Force and Tempering Justice (two-part series) by WritingByNight: Rated M [Fem!Hawke/Anders, Fem!Hawke/Justice, Angst/Romance, OT3] “Hawke never did give the impression that crazy was her turn-off. - A short post-game tale of love and madness.” and “Justice said he disapproved of the obsession with Hawke. He did not say he disliked her.”

An Apostate? Me? by Sarah1281: Rated T [Fem!Hawke & Carver, eventual Fem!Hawke/Anders, Humor/Parody] “Emma Hawke has never been the most subtle or sane of apostates, much to the annoyance of the brother that can only watch in amazement and horror as she stumbles her way from refugee to noble to champion in a city as bizarre as she.”

Phantom of the Opera (Gaston Leroux):

The Chain Unbroken by inkblottales: Rated T [Erik/Christine, Romance/Suspense] “Erik is the architect of his own destiny - or so he thinks. Will Christine breach his defenses? Will the enemies who wish to destroy him succeed?”

Naruto (oh gawd, this list is going way into my past...):

How & Why by randomsomeone: Rated M [Gaara/Sakura, Romance] [This was the first fanfic I ever read that really stuck with me] “A psychological war gets completely out of control. Lust doesn't cut it and love doesn't just happen, so how else can it work?”

#Fanfiction #Norse Mythology #The Witcher #Sherlock Holmes #Mass Effect #Dragon Age #Phantom of the Opera #Naruto #fic rec #Fandom

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