#seriously both of them have heterochromia

[silly-fran-chaos]

I just can’t brush off the feeling that Shadow Milk Cookie could be in some sort of way related to Pure Vanilla Cookie

Just a feeling though

#seriously both of them have heterochromia #and pv’s souljam is the only one who didn’t change color #cookie run kingdom #crk #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie

[a-d-nox]

pac/pap: message from your future spouse/partner

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pile 1

their physicality: emo style, pale, dark hair, tired looking, vitiligo, multicolored hair, highlighted hair, heterochromia, attractive, cute, stylish, possible smoker, and/or nice voice

their personality: impulsive, spontaneous, foreign, traveler, commitment issues, wanderer, needs space/freedom, adventurer, flirty, mesmerizing, agile, easily jealous, charming, irritable, scatter-brained, high-energy, easily distracted, and/or indecisive

where you are likely to meet: outdoors, at an art gallery, decor/antique shop, flower shop, alternative medicine shop, card section of a store, when buying beauty products, somewhere you are meant to dress up, art class, at a metaphysical shop, psych office, at night, the movie theater, night club, new york, naval academy, on a boat/cruise, at the beach, yachting, and/or somewhere coastal

now maybe this person doesn't have the best track record with previous lovers. in fact, it might be a bit chaotic to you when first hear about it. maybe when you meet them they will be freshly out of a recent breakup. they might be the type of person to remains friends with exes. those exes might even be actively involved in their life. that likely stems from their fear of commitment or their fear of being alone. currently, they are still learning that letting endings happen leads to new space for "bigger and better things" and people (like you).

to them, you are like the only star on the darkest night. they will only have eyes for you because you will be their muse. they adore you. you are so incredible in their eyes. they will see you as someone who is immensely strong, faithful, and optimistic. they find you to be a breath of fresh air - when they are with you, they feel like they can dream. they see all the possibilities of what could be and what they could become to transform into someone worthy of you.

they have some great qualities but ranking highest is their urge to control the chaos in your life for you. they are protective - they don't like to see you overwhelmed or hurt by the world around you, so they willfully step in the path of chaos to protect you. when you are overwhelmed, they are the first to volunteer to take care of anything for you. especially, when it involves them, they want to stay with you at all costs, so they will do whatever it takes to appease you and make you comfortable. they also are very wary and do not believe everything at face value, which, in my opinion, is a good quality. they don't take "i'm fine" as it is; they need to know that you are seriously fine. they don't do insta-love either which is good because, in my experience, those are the connections where the relationship is quick to fizzle out. they search for honesty and truth in all things but even more so with a romantic partner. and you? you are as genuine as they come. one last quality i want to mention before moving on is their stability and reliability. when this person makes up their mind, their mind is unchangeable. when they commit there is no out - they are all in. they are someone very stabilizing, driven, and generous when they decide that you are the one for them. they will no doubt make you their partner in crime. they will want you with them to explore the world and to spoil.

i feel like there will be noticeable tension in your pre-relationship that will bring you guys together. it will make you both feel destabilized and make you wonder if you are doing the right thing. you might feel like you are being vulnerable unnecessarily and that the relationship will amount to nothing but that won't be the case. challenges are momentary and are meant to bring you back to where you are meant to be.

the connection will bring happiness and intense emotions, especially, because you are both willing to confront each other with honest feelings and fears. you are both assertive and focused on your goals to make a future together.

song: "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys

pile 2

their physicality: distinctive features, angular features, black/dark hair, chiseled look, strong chin, emotional, seductive, attractive, pale, curvaceous, and/or darker skin tone (olive, easily tans, etc).

their personality: talkative, articulate, dextrous, gossiper, eloquent, influential, spiritual, soulmate, deep, independent, constantly in motion, diplomatic, and/or mediator.

where you are likely to meet: via a friend, someone sets you guys up, at the doctor's office, therapist office, walking a dog, at the veterinarian's, doing charity, while out to eat, at a bar, at the bank, making a donation, a romantic place, and/or at the cardiologist

i sense that they have a good reputation when it comes to love. they are notably nurturing, reliable, sensual, and dependable in a partnership. they go into a connection wanting to build a strong and lasting relationship.

they love that you are always trying to improve yourself. in the past, you may have been codependent on other and you might have relied on others to make you feel happy, but when you meet them, your efforts to do the opposite will be noticeable to them. you won't have unrealistic expectations for them, in fact, when you communicate with them regarding your expectations in the connection, they will find them very doable and will respect you for being upfront with them.

this person has rather unique qualities that makes them an attractive partner. for one they are aware that their emotions and thoughts sometime cloud them from seeing the reality of a situation. they can acknowledge their stress without taking it out on you and those around them. they like to manage their mental health so they can lead a productive life, they aren't afraid of making changes to better accommodate their situation. it is important to them to implement healthy coping strategies such as journalling. journalling and talk therapy likely made them the eloquent individual they are when they meet you. another attractive quality is their humble natural - they aren't haughty people who believe they are better than those around them. in fact, they aren't afraid of questioning themselves and their abilities - they realize that they are not the only one with answers and abilities. they don't do anything impulsively, they think carefully about everything before they actually do anything. lastly, they aren't afraid to admit they need space to take care of themselves - they aren't the type of person who allow others into their space just so they can lash out at them. they are very caring even when they feel depleted. they look within to nourish themselves, so you never have to fear that they will drain your well to refill their own.

you both will be brought together after you both feel more stabilized (emotionally, mentally, monetarily, etc) and are willing to commit. while careful planning isn't the sexiest thing in a connection, the sense of stability you will find with one another after such a long time of waiting to find each other will be well worth it.

this was a match made in the heavens, in my opinion. it was simply meant to be - this is the most important connection of your lifetime and they are your soulmate without a doubt. you both will love and respect each other all your lives. when you lead with love, what else could you expect.

song: "helena" by my chemical romance

pile 3

their physicality: physically fit, bodybuilder, good looking, in shape, attractive, dark/black hair, and/or darker skin tone (olive, tan, etc).

their personality: depressive, unhappy, down, lower self-esteem, pessimist, sickly, talkative, dextrous, gossip, mediator, loyal, devoted, friends first, humble, persistent, trustworthy, dependable, and/or friendly.

where you are likely to meet: somewhere with illegal activity, IT, technology shop, via a plumber, jewelry shop, at an amusement park, on the road, in a courthouse, at a political rally, at a voting booth, a highway, at an art class, at a metaphysical shop, a psych office, at night, at the movie theater, at a night club, and new york.

i sense that they aren't overly experienced with relationships, mainly because they have been working on themselves. they have been looking for someone to build a strong relationship with. someone who matches their enthusiasm, passion, and/or intensity.

they love that you can wait for things they you really desire - you have very good restraint. you aren't afraid of adjusting and refocusing your plans and goals to fit where you are right now. you aren't easily frustrated by a lack of progress - slow and steady wins the race for you, and they adore that you have that level of determination, patience, and passion.

your partner will have some astounding traits that are kinds blowing to me as i read these cards. for one, i sense that this person is very healthy - they don't have any exes waiting in the winds for them and hoping they will come back. their exes know they just won't be back. when they are done, everyone knows that they are indeed done. change is natural and normal to them - they have no problems letting go of things and people that don't help them grow or serve them in the long run. they like things and people that have purpose and are driven. they will do whatever it takes to go into this next chapter in life with you. this person tends to focus on the past however. sometimes it is difficult for them to see the possibilities of what could be as they fear that only bad things surround them and their circumstances. but they do not wait for the world around them to change; they begin the change within. they go through it - they have been through it. they know pain and struggle which has taught them how to be gentle, caring, and how to be content. they know how to find peace and how to be grateful for what they have gained. all of this is to your benefit.

prosperity and generosity are what bring you together. that and, of course, maturity - maybe this is someone you knew earlier and life, and now you are getting a second chance with them. by being forward and clear about your intentions this connection will continue to blossom and grow.

i feel like you will be better off and happier when you keep the relationship private - there are people on both side of your relationship that are gossips and manipulation.

song: "puppet" by tyler, the creator

#astrology #astro community #astro placements #astro chart #natal chart #tarotdaily #tarot witch #tarot art #daily tarot #rider waite tarot #tarot deck #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarot #tarotblr #rider waite smith #rider waite #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a photo #pick a card #pick one #future spouse #fs

[wannaeatramyeon]

I realized while lying in bed, I completely butchered the ask for Vin Jin OTL and realized this is super late to fix aha- So hopefully you don't mind me reasking it ; v ;

What I meant was: Could you possibly write a Vin Jin x Reader where a girl he's known since his younger days, eventually had to move away? Due to an unknown reason.

(You don't have to include this!) And the reader has heterochromia, making Vin and her relate to one another's bullying problems with their eyes.

Hi anon!! I'm a little glad you clarified because I come back to your initial ask every now and then and wonder... how the hell am I going to make Vin less of an asshole. I couldn't see him comforting you as he is now, but yes the younger days YES YES.

Vin Jin x Reader: Childhood friends

"Ok, on three?"

"Sure."

"One, two, three-" You take a deep breath and lift your sunglasses up, eyes revealed-

To find Vin pointing and laughing right at your face.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Asshole!" You slam the shades back down.

Heaven knows why you thought this would be any different to when you were kids. You thought the years apart meant he would be less juvenile and childish. Maturing was a thing with some people, but it seemed to have completely eluded Vin, pulling off the same shit he did back when you were both in Elementary School.

More fool you for believing him. You had forgotten he would never show you his eyes no matter how much you begged, only of his own accord. Guess he's still the same old Vin.

He continues laughing as you scowl in his direction. Seriously, it's not that funny. It's not funny at all.

"You stupid idiot," Vin wipes the tears of laughter beneath his eyes, momentarily lifting his own frames.

The smallest slip of three pupils.

And your breath hitches.

Seeing them again, after all these years. A throwback to your childhood together.

'Sticks and stone may break my bones but words can never hurt me' a complete lie. Your tears mingling with the rain, sobs lost in the storm. A hand reaching out to you in the downpour. You holding onto his arm as you continued to cry. The start of a friendship between two kids being called freaks and monsters. Your bare eyes met his over and over again after that wrinkle in time.

Vin smirks when he catches your gaze, hand coming up to pull harshly at your cheek, bringing you sharply and painfully back to the present.

"ACK! Vin!!"

"Dipshit."

"Go AWAY!"

One hand still tugging at your cheek, Vin leans in so close that you can see your own grimace of pain reflected back on his sunglasses.

"If anyone is still bullying you, tell me and I'll make them puke all night."

Still looking after you as he did back then too. He really hasn't changed.

#actually this isnt x reader at all #oops #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism fic #vin jin x reader #vin jin #jin hobin x reader #jin hobin #wannaeatramyeon

[fictiontbh]

Do you have any Spring Bonnie centered headcanons or anything like that aswell? 👀

<Incorrect-fnaf-quotes, but it’s a sideblog, so I can’t ask from there

AAA SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING SUPER EARLY TO ANSWERR I WAS SLEEPING?? I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS TOO BTW!! SENTIENT ANIMATRONJCS AUS ARE MY FAVE

Ive been in the fnaf fandom for a WHILE so ive had TONS and TONS of headcanons over the years, ever since fnaf 1, before the lore became SO UNBEARABLE (hah... springbonnie would make that joke.)

Anyways.. onto headcanons:

I have a LOT of headcanons on Springbonnies eyes. Especially since i have an AU where they are possesed by both William Afton AND an oc of mine!

Though, lets start with BEFORE the murders, instead on how his own suit works!!

Springbonnie has a weird eye function, a strange mechanic inside his eyes.

You see how springtrao has these clear plastic bulbs covering the outer layer of his eyes? Outlining where springbonnies more robotic and less alive eyes would usually stare? I like to imagine that its a mechanic that they have when NOT being used as a costume! Perhaps its a way to make springbonnie and its (I like to assume) Accidental AI to focus on children. Just something to keep it able to focus. Kinda like an adhd medication but for a robot to be able to NOT look around and get distracted. I like to assume they have something like that due to morbid curiosity. When used as a costume i like to think that springbonnies conciousness sort of.. not exactly VANISHES but isnt quite as STRONG, so those little like... glasses almost, arent needed cause humans are kinda better at staying focused than a curious bunny robot with adhd somehow programmed into their conciousness. Though these stay of springtrap because Springbonnie was sort of left to just rot and malfuction and grow obsolete for around 30 years before Afton came and decided to force himself in such a broken suit (while it was wet too, seriously afton, whats wrong with you?) So it wasnt able to turn them up while being worn.

I also like to think springbonnies eyes change COLOUR to match the person wearing their costume, as best as they can atleast, maybe with a tiny tiny tint of green? Buts till otherwise the same.. Brown eyes makes their green eyes brown, blue makes them blue, grey goes grey, etc etc. It follows EVERY eye colour. Which is why I like to headcanon william as having GREY eyes instead of a dull light blue (even though it IS canon in silver eyes. Tbf tho i also headcanon afton to still have his little manbun/ponytail even when the silver eyes made him NOT have that.) I like to make Springbonnie STILL able to stay alive ish kinda even after the springlocking, thought i like to imagine they cant really front much. And when they finally can it works alot like DID (Dissasociative Identity Disorder) where they will forget what happened during the times they WERENT concious. I dont like writing springbonnie alot because i havent done nearly enough research on DID but i sure would like to add it to him just because... I like leatning how to write and understand different disorders. Especially with my favourite characters!

I have a certain colour code to springtraps eyes for who is who, since again.. OC au.

Obviously, grey is most common, with william always being present.

Blue will be also common. Due to ot being the soul of my OC who happens to be very... stubborn. Not exactly vengeful but he HOLDS GRUDGES. He loves holding onto things that hurt him. Hes like the opposite of that one meme.

He would truly just stare at you. Enraged. How could you say that to him??

Along with the changing eye colour headcanon... I like to imagine they can have both eyes different colours as well, because

1) heterochromia exists, they need to be able to mimic that!

2) it shows who is fronting out of the 3 of them!

This is the chart for how it should work really

Left is for who is FRONTING! right is for who is technically just watching over. They both have equal contribution, but not exactly the same roles.

It will be the same as above even if all are able to have concious at the same time, just with whoever isnt fronting or watching just having their colour around there the pupil is.

Im not sure wether youve noticed yet or not, BUT! I also headcanon Springbonnie as being nonbinary!

Throughout most of this i tried my hardest to use they/them on springbonnie BUUUTTT sometimes Afton or my OC got in my head and i used he/him.

I like to imagine that nobodu decided to give the animatronics any actual pronouns oyher than It/its BUT in those old AUs people made where all the animatronics knew eachother and even all shared a restaurant, i like to imagine Springbonnie would ALWAYS be refered to with they/them because... it would be all they respond to. Not really seeing themself as a boy/girl animatronic because... to them they are just that. An animatronic. And it goes with them everywhere. Every animatronic to them is they/them and It/its. They cant really differentiate between human and animatronic but they most definitely are more human, even if they are kinda restricted by.. being an animatronic. They act very human like.

I do like to have the same headcanon with fredbear as well, though he will respond to anything. She/he/they/it... they respond! Though i personally use he/they on fredbear cause it feels fitting.

I also like to headcanon, in my au that both springbonnie and Shadow Bonnie are the same! Eventually, after the afton springlocking, both springbonnie and my oc's conciousness will split from Springtrap, sometime, and go on to form shadow Bonnie, which is entirely just a physical form of their emotions over aftons actions, so not much like them, but still them. You get me?

Speaking of them basically being the same, i like to imagine the shadow animatronics are also able to ONLY move through walls, project on walls and can morph other shadows as well, sometimes even replacing them with themselves. i like having the headcanon of the shadows going by whatever pronouns, though it still fluctuates.

Projecting on a wall or not using anothers shadow as their own? It/its.

Switching with somebody elses shadow? Copies whoevers shadows they are using's pronouns.

Though this can still fluctuate with he/him for shadow Freddy and he/they with shadow Bonnie because of who they are made of (cc, Jake, and springbonnie.)

Plus! I like to imagine springbonnie was modeled to be what the kagamines are to fredbear. Yk. Like a sibling, lover, or a mirror image! I personally like headcanoning sprinbonnie and fredbear definitely being a ship, but it changes a lot depending on the AU of mine. Sometimes its found family dynamic with the golds, sometimes they just dont have any relation other than William's and Fredbears Fursonas (as therefor friends cause I dont ship willry)

Springbonnie is one of my faves aside from CC and Plushtrap, who i also headcanon being super best friends with springbonnie!! So im glad I got this ask!! Tysvm @incorrect-fnaf-quotes!!! V sillay...

And heres some art of them just for you!

TYSVM FOR THE ASK AGAIN!! I LOVED ANSWERING IT AND THE ART GIFT FOR YOU SPENT FOREVER BUT I FEEL LINDA PROUD ISH?? NOT V GOOD BUT STILL FOR YOU <3<3!!!!

#fnaf #incorrect five night’s at freddy’s quotes #incorrect quotes #fnaf 4 #headcanons #fnaf headcanons #springbonnie fnaf #springbonnie #spring bonnie fanart #spring bonnie #digital art #art #fanart #drawing

[cool-superwolfycat-posts]

HEADCANNON TIME FOR DEVIL THEORY!!

Imma start with them entirely then one by one! LETSGOOOO

*they all had the idea of becoming a gang after seeing the big three do their thing (before the big three broke up)

*they all live together in a big apartment inland, they all pay rent but most of them sleep around the pyramid

*they chose to use onis as their looks cuse all of them are giant nerd (sun most as he was adopted by an Asian family)

*they have made themselves law enforcers for the streets before DJ cyber did, they got banished after they confronted DJ Cyber about his suppose killing of felix (rumors by faux)

*for a side job they foster kittens (they have two cats of their own named Lu-Lu and Professor K)

*they all work at the pyramid so their banishment just made them work more XD

*all of them got mechanical legs cuse of Big devil losing them from a work accident and sun making the great idea of all of them losing their legs to make him feel better (it did make big devil feel better but he was so mad)

*All of their bad rep is from Sun as he is the most short tempered out of all of them

*for age it goes Big devil, Pluto, Lil devil and then Sun

*none can take a complement from anyone, if you do be prepared for a curse word and them booking it

*after losing their legs they had a hard time controlling how strong their legs where for months, but now they can kick people into next Tuesday with how hard it is now

*after the faux Project Algo incident Big devil was put into critical condition in a hospital as he was the one thrown, it really messed up the devil theory moral (mostly to pluto as hes the leader)

ok time for them individually

Pluto! *he was given the status as leader from beating Big devil in a point fight around the pyramid

*under all that brooding and seriousness he is a goofball

*he use to use inline skates before losing his legs, but now he skateboards as its easier on him

*his family is from Mexico so he will and can scream in spanish at you if pissed off enough

*has bad posture but is getting it fixed by the others yelling ay him

*he sneaks to the millennium mall to meet up with someone ALOT (i ship pluto with Cue from DOTexe)

*after the Project Algo incident he went to cyber to personally say sorry to him for the entire Devil theory gang, Cyber did forgive them as he knew they arent all bad

Big Devil (Aristotle) *he takes second in command as he knows Pluto need it

*does have heterochromia (but tents to hide it with a brown contact)

*he is like the dad of the group keeping them all together

*Big devil never really liked his name so he kept his nickname devil for everyones sake

*Never like Faux or how the cops worked but only followed as pluto said to

*he was friends with eight ball from DOTexe before the sniper incident, now he goes to where they hung out once to think of memories

*Hes taught all of the Devil theory members how to use their spray paints well, so they arent covered in paint all the time

*hes the real scary one out of all of them but hides it under alot of chill vibes

Lil Devil!(Socrates) *Him and Big devil are both brothers (blood brothers)

*Lil is known to join chaos if their is any, will stop it after the others come over

*lil is known to tattle on the others to Big devil if need be

*lil has copied his older brother alot and will do it by reaction now as they done it for the longest time

*may be the second youngest but acts alot like big devil if need be, he has yelled at people older then him for doing dumb things

*him and big are both from new Amsterdam, so they got the ropes

*He has on many times chose to kick people if they didnt listen to him to show what their dealing with

*He was the one to name professor K and never regretted it

*became even more short tempered after Big devil went into the hospital after project Algo

and finally Sun!!

*Sun was raised with their sister(shes part of futurisum) by an Asian family so they tend to do things by the book somewhat

*Sun had made all of the devil theorys outfits in a wild spree of inspiration and maybe 10 monster drinks, they are mostly made of metal to protect them from bullets

*Is the one most people think of when the words Devil theory are spoken as he is a short tempered lil dog who can and will bite

*Has a degree in engineering but never really uses it unless its for modifications on DT's legs

*has alot of old games stashed in their apartment and will not let anyone touch them, they are his babies and he will tell you so

*before joining the Devil theorys he had a way worse temper and ran away from his family cuse of it, he now thinks of Devil theory as his family now

*Sun has once bitten and torn someones flesh from being really mad, one of the main reason they were banished

*Pluto loves calling sun the nickname Sunny just to mess with him and so he gave pluto the nickname dwarf planet

#bomb rush cyberfunk art #bomb rush cyberfunk #devil theory #headcanon

[gravyhoney]

Cw// gun/weapon

Let me into your brain about the silly legos (hc’s) - ✧

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ABOUT MY HCS‼️‼️

Idk which Legos you were referring to so I will make a HC post for Ninjago characters since it’s what I’m currently hyperfixating on.

Buckle in for an extremely long post because I am insane. Cutting it to keep it organized for u guys 🫶

So one thing about me is that I love incorporating other people’s headcanons into my own. And sometimes that leads to some contradicting headcanons, so in my little brain I have like, multiple different sets of headcanons for a bunch of different characters while also having My Headcanons, those being the ones I believe in the most/came up with without outside influence. I will be listing My Headcanons, but I type that entire preface to explain why some of my posts might be contradictory of the headcanons I list here 🫶

It’s gonna go like this in no particular order. (The order of how excited I am to share my hcs for them)

Character name- gender/pronouns, sexuality

List of headcanons

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General-

Their eye color aligns with their element, they all have their natural eye colors, but after realizing/unlocking their elemental powers, they began to change.

Adding onto the above hc, Kai and Nya's eyes are still pretty dull due to them being like, the last two to realize their powers, while Jay's are extremely bright and vibrant.

Jay- she/they (occasionally he) transfem + gender-fluid, bisexual

Hard of hearing, wears hearing aids. I think the hearing loss has always been there, but I think her elemental power just worsened it, bc you know. Thunder loud.

That being said, I think she was the first to get her elemental powers. I think they got them when she was like, a really really young kid.

Has heterochromia.

Came out as trans like, mid-prime empire.

Has psychosis and suffers from delusions.

Not rlly a Jay hc, but related. Their mom gave them up because she was desperately hoping they wouldn't have an elemental power, but if she did, they'd be near unfindable because she lived through hell and didn't want Jay to have to go through the same.

AuDHD

Nya- she/they transfem nonbinary, bisexual demiromantic

Has a tremor after un-merging with the ocean.

Her and Kai both have pretty bad anger issues.

SHE CAN BREATHE UNDERWAAAATTTEEERRRRR I believe she can ok?

For a long time after Hands Of Time she hates the way she looks because of how much she looks like her mom.

Still holds a heavy resentment against their parents, because even though it wasn't their choice to leave, them and Kai still had to grow up alone.

Fucking hates the taste of cinnamon.

Has time blindness, but only after un-merging with the ocean. She became disoriented and confused about the passage of time after being the ocean for so long.

Sometimes they still feel pulled back to the water.

Best friends with Cole (I believe this one wholeheartedly)

ADHD

Lloyd- he/they nonbinary, aroace

Has insomnia, and a sleepwalking problem when he can get to sleep.

Looked fairly human when he was young, but as he got older, his Oni and Dragon features started showing more.

The feelings he felt for Harumi was mostly confusion because she was the first girl he got close to that didn't have what felt like an 'older sister' role in his life.

Really likes bugs.

Has auditory processing disorder.

Their body doesn't regulate temperature regularly.

Religiously watches iceberg videos.

Likes wearing more loose fitting, baggy clothing.

High-empathy autistic.

Kai- he/him transman, bisexual

He and Nya both have pretty bad anger issues.

He likes occasionally dressing femininely, but usually decides against it because he’s afraid people won’t take him seriously.

HIS ASS IS NOT THE DESIGNATED DRIVER

Has burn scars that go pretty far up his arms due to his own elemental power.

Extremely high body heat, has to wear gloves to avoid burning people at the touch.

Has a pretty bad memory due to constant concussions (his ass got beat to shit CONSTANTLY)

Was stealth trans for a while, because he wanted people to take him seriously, but stopped caring after a while and is extremely open about his identity.

Has a deep paranoia that he’s going to hurt the people he cares about, and is constantly over correcting at ever little mistake.

ADHD

Cole- he/they, gay ace grey-aro

After the events of DOTD he has to use a mobility aid for a while while he gets accustomed to having a body again.

Body-image issues.

He feels like he’s supposed to be in charge of keeping everyone safe.

Best friends with Nya and Vania (I believe in this one SO hard.)

He loves cooking, and is very defensive about it. NOBODY is allowed in the kitchen while he's cooking (except Nya she's his taste tester).

Has constant night terrors and has a very detailed sleep routine to avoid them.

Super good with kids.

Girls girl (gender neutral).

OCD + ADHD.

Zane- they/them agender, panromantic ace

Will sometimes pick up little crafts or projects, jack of all trades type vibe.

Is actually SUPER up to date with every single internet trend or meme.

Can't taste (bc they're a nindroid...) but fr thought for years that all food just had no taste until the robot reveal and they're like 'ohh'

Has constantly wildly shifting morals.

Genuinely the scariest of the group, sometimes freaking out everyone else. This makes them sad. They present themselves in such a way to make them approachable.

Has a tendency to blame themself when everything goes wrong.

Refuses to talk about their feelings to anyone else, bottling it up.

Autistic.

Pixal- any pronouns agender, unlabeled ace

Runs every single online forum about the ninja, none of them know.

Always has to feel useful, or she gets stressed out easily.

Listens to podcasts when he works.

Wildly defensive.

Felt a little unworthy of the Samurai X title when nobody knew it was them.

Low-empathy autistic.

Skylor- she/they, lesbian

True neutral (generally looks out for herself, doesn't really do things for the greater good, but for her own sake)

Doesn't remember her mom at all, she passed away when she was extremely young.

After the events of S4 she completely uprooted her life, changed literally everything about herself to disconnect herself from her father. Renamed the noodle shop, and completely rewrote the menu.

Makes most of her own clothes.

Picked up painting, is insanely good at it.

Slightly self destructive, constantly trying to distance themself from the ninja, but Kai always drags her back.

Realized her elemental power at a very young age, mostly because of her father.

BPD + CPTSD.

Vania- she/fae/it/he transwoman, lesbian aromantic

Very talkative.

Writes to Cole a lot (she has both a phone and his phone number it just likes writing to him).

Plays a lot of instruments, faer favorites being the harp and the violin.

Extremely anxious that she's not going to be a good queen, constantly overcorrecting.

Really indecisive and always changing his mind.

AuDHD

Harumi- she/he bigender, pansexual

Probably bites people.

Because of how sheltered she was with the royal family, she doesn't know a lot of basic life skills, and had to teach herself near everything she knows.

He did learn how to sew, and mends his own clothes.

Has albinism.

Always blaming her problems on other people, that being a product of the extreme pressure he was under when princess.

ADHD + CPTSD.

Sora- she/they/various neos transfem, lesbian

Always has to be busy, or she will start spiraling.

Wildly protective of Arin.

Was constantly getting into fights in the early days of living in the crossroads, very quickly learned they'd have to constantly fight to survive.

Talks about xer childhood like 'haha yeah it be how it be :)' and everyone listening is completely horrified.

Views everyone she meets as a threat until they prove they aren't.

Really likes reading, her favorite genre being sci-fi.

Does some creative writing, but has never shown anyone her writing.

Love language is quality time.

Since realizing their elemental power, she's had a tremor in her hands. She hates it.

Low-empathy autistic + OCD.

Arin- he/they transmasc, unlabeled aroace

Needs people to be in the kitchen when he bakes, he's very social.

Wildly protective of Sora

Has night terrors, has never talked about it.

Actually really good at fighting dirty if needed. Bro kicks ASS.

Picks at his fingernails.

Has read Sora's writing, (she doesn't know) he finds some comfort in it.

Love language is physical touch.

Is always completely down to prank people, a devious little guy.

Nearsighted, but doesn't ever mention it because he doesn't know.

Craves validation from anywhere he can get it.

Low-empathy autistic + ADHD

Wyldfyre- he/she/they nonbinary, queer greyaro

Anger issues for days.

Really physically strong.

Love language is physical touch.

Has burn scars on their hands and thinks they make them look badass.

Talks loudly because he has hearing loss.

Doesn't know how to interact with people, seeing as she was raised by a dragon.

Low pain tolerance, but knows how to hide it.

It never came up until she started living with people, but he's deathly afraid of seeming weak or incapable.

ADHD

Euphrasia- she/her transwoman, unlabeled ace

Introverted as hell.

Can hold her own in a fight for a surprisingly long time (I know this is not canon compliant, let me be delusional)

Had really long hair, but had a manic episode and cut it all off.

Likes drawing.

Despite her job, she's not too keen on reading.

Autistic

#ninjago #lego ninjago #dragons rising #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago sora #ninjago kai #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago arin #ninjago pixal #ninjago nya #ninjago lloyd #ninjago skylor #ninjago harumi #ninjago vania #ninjago wyldfyre #ninjago euphrasia #ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago headcanon #finished my headcanon masterpost #mason writes #mason posts #lego ninjago dr #lego ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising ninjago #gun tw #tw gun #tw: gun #tw:gun

[margindoodles2407]

Rando Link Headcanons: ft BACKSTORIES!!!! WHAT???

Forger: When he and Goddess and Groose were 12, there was a horrible fire on Skyloft. Being a small island, and with all the houses being made of mostly wood, pretty much his entire block was ENGULFED with flames. It claimed the lives of both his parents, Zelda’s mom, and Groose’s grandmother and older sister (who had been raising him), and left all three of them with moderate, but not life-threatening, burn scars- Link’s on his left arm, Zelda’s on her back, and Groose’s along his legs. The lung damage caused by smoke inhalation also gave Link moderate to severe asthma, which is why he has to consume Stamina Fruit and Potion so frequently to replenish his gauge.

Fractal: During his Hyrule's era, it was customary for children training to become knights to apprentice for 5 years under a Blacksmith, because it was considered honorable to wield a sword of one's own forging (and it was practical and more cost-effective to know how to repair your own sword in case it got damaged). That's why he is living with his Grandfather in Minish Cap, even though his father (and his mom okay i want there to be at least ONE link with a healthy intact family) is alive and well. During Minish Cap, he is on his 4th year of apprenticeship and is 15 (alrighty look i know he's a toon link but it's MY headcanons and I can age him up if i need to. which i do.)

Orpheus: Say what you want about "chosen heroes" and "destiny", you can't tell me that out of the blue one day his big sister hands him a flute and he's IMMEDIATELY amazing at it. In fact, he's actually quite terrible at the Ocarina until about right around the time he finishes the Shadow Temple, and until then he has to play every song he tries at LEAST three times before he gets it right because he keeps forgetting proper fingering. (by the time Majora's Mask rolls around though he is quite good at it because he's practiced so much)

Dawnbringer: HETEROCHROMIA. BOY'S GOT A BLUE EYE AND A BROWN EYE. YOU CAN RIP THIS HEADCANON FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS.

Awakener: He is actually quite good at singing. Aryll is terrified of storms of any kind (which is reasonable, considering hurricane season affects Outset the HARDEST of all the islands), and she would only calm down if he sang to her, especially when she was little. He can also belt shanties like nobody's business. It has earned him considerable respect from Tetra.

Engineer: First of all, like what I said for Fractal: he may be a Toon Link, but these are my headcanons and if I feel the need to age him up then I reserve that right. He is 18- because you can't tell me that they're SERIOUSLY going to let a 12-year-old graduate from Train School; this may be a Hyrule but I'd like to think that Tetra would have had more common sense than that when she wrote the New Hyrulian Constitution- however, he is quite short and has a BABY. FACE. and people consistently think he's younger than he is, aging him at around 14. Which I think is hilarious because this technically makes him the physically oldest Link and yet people would assume that he's one of the younger ones. (Phantasma suffers from this plight too, though to a lesser extent).

Odysseus: After the events of his games- and after he has moved into the palace to be Visionary's personal guard- he keeps a small garden where he grows plants that hold symbolic meanings from his adventures: Apples to commemorate his uncle, Hibiscus bushes to remind him of Marin, Mystery Seed Plants from Holodrum, and a cutting from the plant Roperi was growing in Labrynna's distant past.

Graffiti: He and Ravio look identical, except for the colors of their hair and skin and eyes. In most incarnations, people would tend to portray them as hating this fact, however, MY versions of them find it HILARIOUS and will sometimes dye each others' hair and wear contacts and try to pass off as the other. Hilda and Icon see right through it, of course, but several castle attendants in both Hyrule and Lorule have been completely fooled by it until the boys can't hide their laughter anymore.

Genesis: My man is quite the survivalist and can and will go DAYS without eating because his body is just used to it (due to his childhood years of living in the wild on his own in a cave). It drives Dawn MAD. She has to force him to eat sometimes (but he adores her so all she has to do is ask nicely). However, he is an AVID tea drinker (and ind of a tea snob) so, though he might miss meals regularly, make him late for TEA TIME and he will END YOU.

Luminary: During his last stand 100 years ago, he was WRECKED by the guardians- much more than would have been appropriate to show in-game. In fact, his left eye was COMPLETELY destroyed. During his century-long nap, it had to be totally repaired by Sheikah Tech, and so it has these threads of orange Ichor intertwined with the blue of his iris. This is what allows his encyclopedic knowledge of the things in the game- like how the Champion's tunic lets him see enemy health gauges, the identification of item names and weapon stats after he's interacted with them once, and the names of locations when he enters them.

#margin's links #margin rambles #HEADCANONS :D!!!

[ivyprism]

The Timekeeper Shapeshifter OCs (Info Dump)

Warning: Shapeshifter, etc.

Lou - The Timekeeper Shapeshifter (He/they)

Personality: A very calm and quiet individual. He typically keeps to himself, but he occasionally performs harmless pranks on his sister. He has long lost track of his age and does not appear to care to remember. He's intense, fierce, and strong. He can keep his sister calm and quiet while preventing any potential misunderstandings about what she can do. He takes his profession seriously and is dedicated to maintaining balance. He appears to sleep little and spends most of his time alone. He is quick, very swift, and very wise.

Appearance: In his natural form, he is an owl with red feathers and appears to be able to shapeshift. He can become an owl monster-looking creature when anthropomorphic. He typically changes their form from an owl. In his human form, they have long red hair and golden eyes. He is about 6'4".

(Link: https://picrew.me/share?cd=4xlUCcZrES)

Iden - The Timekeeper Shapeshifter (They/them)

Personality: A delightfully lively and lovely character. They are frequently very helpful and adore people. They are playful, charming, and compassionate. They are more impulsive than their siblings. They enjoy helping people and are pleasant. They enjoy playing pranks and assisting others. They appear to adore sewing and knitting. They enjoy messing around with threads and pulling on their siblings' legs. They're both protective and affectionate. They enjoy helping others and are physically robust. They appear to be lot more gregarious than their siblings, and they enjoy playing pranks. They are very playful and impulsive.

Appearance: In their natural form, they are a spider with black fur. They can become a spider monster-looking creature when anthropomorphic. They typically change their form from a spider. In their human form, they have long black hair with heterochromia red and yellow eyes. They are about 5'9". They have cracks and scars on his face.

(Link: https://picrew.me/share?cd=5Gb81Br3eq)

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#dsipofhgig #timekeeper shapeshifter ocs #info dump #info #angels fall au #very cool #very siblings

[panther-os]

Nickels' Penny - Final Answers

Summary and avatars towards the bottom.

Okay, so the survey was still overwhelmingly Price-oriented to the point Penny was going to be a Price clone when she's supposed to be a PriceNik child, but rather than discard it completely and come up with everything on my own, I decided to choose one person's responses for each question.

To be fair to everyone, I randomized it by rolling a d10 (10 applicable questions, 10 responses, it worked out well). Any time I rolled a number I'd previously rolled, I rerolled until I got a new one. So there are some things on this that multiple people voted for, but nobody got their answer chosen more than once.

I did have to adjust the first question. Everybody got really excited about trans Price, which is super awesome and cool but then I was reading the British Army's regulations on pregnancy. Price would not be able to remain in command of the 141 and be pregnant, he would most likely have to retire or take leave of a year or longer - because you know he would be all-in being a dad just as he is being a captain. That's retirement or extended leave is not something I feel is in character for him, and it doesn't work with the other answers I got, so I'm making an executive decision as the author.

I am never doing a public survey for an OC again.

Question 1, Response 7: "How did they get Penny?" This person voted for trans Price being the one to carry Penny and for it to be an unplanned pregnancy. For the reason listed above, I'm changing it to Nikolai, but keeping it as a trans parent carrying an unplanned pregnancy. So trans Nikolai carried (unplanned).

Question 2, Response 8: "When did they get Penny?" This person voted for them to get Penny - so for her to be born - between Modern Warfare (2019) and Modern Warfare II (2022).

Question 3, Response 10: "How old was Penny during MWIII?" This person voted for between 4-6 years old, which works out really well for the answer above, HOWEVER I'm going to have Penny born just a year before MWII. The Kill or Capture mission where Ghost and Soap first met is supposed to have taken place on October 28, 2022, but also the Flashpoint mission where they're both already on the taskforce and working together on the same squad takes place "four years" before MWIII. So, essentially, the timeline is inconsistent and I do what I want. This makes Penny 1 during MWII and 5 during MWIII.

Question 4, Response 3: "What color are Penny's eyes?" This person voted for Penny to have hazel eyes. True hazel eyes are something called heterochromia centralis, which means there's rings of different color around the eye, usually brown on the outer edge, green in the middle, and blue nearer the pupil, or vice-versa. It's caused by melanin production in the iris starting and then stopping before the eyes turn fully brown. Don't quote me on that, it's been a while. But this means Penny has both her parent's eye colors.

Question 5, Response 2: "What color is Penny's hair?" This person voted for Penny to have copper hair, like a penny.

Question 6, Response 6: "What color is Penny's skin?" This person voted for Penny to have pale tan skin like Price's. Someone else also wrote in the comment box a suggestion for her to have vitiligo, and I am seriously considering it, on top of her having the pale tan skin (yes, white people can have vitiligo, it's just not as noticeable as on Black or Brown people, and doesn't carry the same complicated relationship with cultural identity) but I haven't made a decision yet.

Question 7, Response 5: "Is Penny short for something?" This person voted yes, author's choice. Someone else voted Spencer which made me go "ooooh" but ultimately didn't feel like it fit, I would have felt really bad if I had rolled their response. It did give me the good idea to look at names that are not traditionally shortened to Penny, though. I was thinking oh, Russian, Stepan, maybe, and I looked up Russian feminine form Stepan, which took from Stepan to Stepanov to Stepanovna to Anna Stepanovna Politkovskaya. She was a Russian investigative journalist who was assassinated for her work exposing human rights abuses in the Chechen War and corruption in the Russian government. She sounds like someone Nikolai would very much look up to. The actual feminine form of the Russian name Stepan is Stefaniya. So Penny is short for Anna Stefaniya.

Question 8, Response 4: "Is Penny's middle name an otchestvo, a Russian patronymic middle name?" This person voted yes, so Penny's middle name is Nikolayevna. As far as I understand, when being addressed formally, if people were doing it correctly, they would use her otchestvo instead of her surname. So like, if she was getting an award or something, it would be awarded to Anna Stefaniya Nikolayevna or Penny Nikolayevna. Her surname would be reserved pretty much just for legal documents and for being full-named by her family. (Which now gives me the awesome idea for Price full-naming Nikolai including his surname, but I already did that with AleRudy, and I hesitate to do it again so soon.)

Question 9, Response 9: "What is Penny's surname?" First off, rolling two answers that have the same number as their question has me tripping. Second, this person voted that Penny's surname is hyphenated, with Nikolai's surname coming before Price's.

Question 10, Response 1: "What is Nikolai's surname?" This person voted for author's choice of Russian surname. Another option on this survey was Belinski, like another Call of Duty character named Nikolai. I do like the -sky/-ski ending for Nikolai, I feel like that fits him, and then I decided to go with the initial p, because I always think it's funny and cute when couples have different last names but the same initial. I wound up choosing Pokrovsky, which because Russian surnames are gendered just like otchestvos, makes it so Penny's surname is Pokrovskaya-Price.

So, in summary: Penny's full name is Anna Stefaniya Nikolayevna Pokrovskaya-Price, but literally nobody calls her that unless she's in trouble. She was born a year before MWII but is 5 years old during MWIII because of timeline fuckery. She looks mostly like her Dad, as opposed to her Papa, with pale tan skin and red hair - although hers is copper while his is more auburn. She also has true hazel eyes that contain both her dads' eye colors. And even though she looks like her Dad, her Papa was the one to carry her. She wasn't planned, but her dads say she was the best surprise.

I have two avatars, here, they do both need image descriptions, if anyone is up for writing them, I'll add them to this post and reblog it from myself so followers see the new version. The first one is Penny around the same age she would be in MWIII without vitiligo, and the second one is Penny closer to a preteen with vitiligo. In both of them, the eyes are a light brown which is usually the closest you're going to get to true hazel.

Sometime in the next week, I'll type up and post a transcript of an rp I did with Nik and Price ai sort of to figure out more of Penny's personality. I've tentatively titled it The Penny Murder Saga and she is certainly a redhead, that's all I'll say for now. XD I'll include links to the AI as well, they're both really fun if that's your thing.

Thank you everyone for participating and make sure to follow me and/or the "nickels' penny" tag for more Penny content. I can't guarantee it will be often or with any regularity, but it will happen.

#/incoherent noises/ #nickels' penny #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #pricenik #nikprice #cod nickels #cod john price #cod nikolai #oc #my oc #cod oc #child oc

[ideks-on-mars]

This is purely me indulging in myself cuz I can't control it.

ANYWAYS RANDOM SEMI EITA HCS LET'S GO!!!

- I singlehandedly put this man through hell in my brain

- It's out of my love for him, I swear

- Mommy issues central 🥴

- His daddy issues are lowkey there too 🧍

- No seriously, he needs therapy.

- ADHD and Mania? Absolutely.

- Only takes his meds before matches and when he studies.

- If he even DOES study 😭

- He's not the brightest academically and he's accepted it 💀

- He's a little messed up in the head ngl

- He lacks empathy and he hates it

- Cannot smile on command for the life of him 😭

- The best youll get when asking him to smile is a 😬

- Has the CUTEST boyish, genuine, lopsided grin ever tho when someone/something makes him smile

- He's a little insecure tho cuz he's got a minor crossover with his two front teeth

- It's not even that noticeable fr but ofc he notices it 😭

- OK BUT SEMI WITH LIP PIERCINGS??

- THESE#*#?@*^$&@ ^^

- 😩‼️

- Heart attack fuel fr

- Has a bunch of piercings on his ears too

- He's slightly autistic, you can sorta see it if you pay really close attention to his actions

- He gets overwhelmed with emotions a lot and has a habit of punching walls

- THE MOST FUCKED UP FAMILY

- His mom was a prostitute and his dad was an army man who was visiting home without his wife and kids

- Then Eita's older brother came and then whoops lol they have connections, why not hook up more often and have MORE KIDS

- Eita's the baby of the "family" when it comes to his fully biological siblings

- Has younger and older half siblings from his mom and dads other flings/marriages

- His mom finally settled with a nice man who has two kids, a daughter year older than Eita and a son two years younger

- He's actually pretty close with his step brother and step dad lol his step sisters kind of a bitch and her and her friends are loud (but he's not home much anyway due to the dorms so it doesn't matter)

- Meanwhile his dad's first wife forgave him for some unknown reason so he's back with her he guesses, he doesn't talk to his dad really at all

- Him and his mom have the damn worst relationship

- He can't stand her 💀 she fucked him up from the time he was born to the time he left for STZW

- In Middle school/Junior high, he pretty much wore the same hoodie everyday of his life

- It was orange so teachers always asked him to take it off until he started wearing it under his uniform jacket and at that point they would just sigh and leave him be 😭

- Has also had the same backpack since middle school 💀 still has graded papers in there from 5 years ago that he hid from his mom

- Heterochromia in his eyes and hair!

- His hair is pretty obvious yk but his eyes not as much

- His eyes are already a gray-brown color but his left one is just a tinge more grey than the other

- Love languages‼️‼️

- Not the MOST affectionate person in the world but he happily gives it out to people he wants to

- Gives out mostly physical touch and words of affirmation (if he doesn't get too flustered while saying them) and prefers to receive them both back

- HAS SCARS he was a wild child fs

- Knees have scars from constantly being scraped, one from when he got cut by a sea shell at the beach on his lower right stomach, and one on his jaw that goes onto his face from him just being a dumbass

- And those are just the more noticeable ones

- His favorite person in the whole world is his little sister (well,, one of his little sisters)

- She's 6 years old and also the light of his life

- If you get him Pockeys for his birthday he will actually stab you

- Will loudly mock the noises Reon makes when he sits down just to rile him up a bit

- Was that one fucking kid that banged their hands and pencils against the table to make beats

- Has lots of posters of rappers and rock bands all over the dorm walls (Reon, aka roomie, like the angel he is doesn't mind one bit)

- No clue why this wasn't mentioned earlier but this dude is literally the most bisexual man I've ever laid eyes on

- BITES/CHEWS ON EVERYTHING

- Bites towels when he's drying off, bites and totally fucks up all the edges of the head holes in his shirts, bites his hoodie strings, bites his blanket when he's laying down, bites the ends of pencils

- I could go on.

- It's concerning

- If he's not going through a manic episode, he falls asleep EVERYWHERE

- They went to a restaurant as a team while the third years were just first years and a second year looked over to speak to him and he was face down on the table drooling with the other first years awkwardly trying to wake him up 😭

- Everyone is terrified of waking him up at first cuz he gets all cranky

- Now they dgaf 💀 they realize he's gonna be cranky either way cuz he's Semi Eita

- Reon's the only one who's gentle with waking him up

- Tendō and Yamagata, and sometimes Taichi, are definitely the most ruthless 😭 they stick ice cubes down his shirt and shit

- Goshiki tries to wake him up gently but then he ends up panicking and wakes him up with his panic 💀

- The older he gets, the less of an over aggressive rabid asshole he is and more of a flirt

- Doesn't flirt with just anyone tho, probs mostly his friends just cuz it's funny LMFAO 😭

- Said something dirty to Shirabu once and got smacked upside his head

- Distaste for Ushijima

- He just doesn't like how he's so hard to read and it pisses him off

- Has fist fought with Taichi once over something and ngl he kicked Taichi's ass

- Pretty good spice tolerance 👀 not as good as Yamagata but he's the best on the team

- Likes spicy, salty, and sour stuff

- Cinnamon and lemon are definitely his favorite flavors

- BIG APPETITE

- Which is your average teenage boy but then again, he's an athlete so

- Can yall tell that I'm hungry??

- Thighs sculpted by the gods

- I SAID WHAT I SAID

- He randomly goes up to his teammates and starts to act like he's boxing them

- Just gets in stance and starts swinging and makes sound effects with his mouth

- Never really hits them (unless it's Tendō or Yamagata, he might give them a little punch) and if he does he slows it down so it doesn't hurt

- One day Yamagata squared up in response and they just had a fake boxing match

- Calls Reon his volleyball wife 😭

- Literally has him in his phone as 'Wifeyyyy🤤🥴🥶‼️'

- INNOCENT EXCITEMENT HAPPENS A LOT WITH HIM‼️

- He didn't have the best childhood so small things excite him a lot and make him feel special

- He names his guitars but no one knows that except himself 🧍

- It wouldn't be Semi hcs if I didn't talk about music

- Metallica, Nirvana, Iron Maiden, Slipknot, Korn, Megadeth, Black Sabbath, Testament

- Metal, rock, grunge

- ✨️90s alternative✨️

- Don't even get him started, he'll go on for days

- IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I'VE WROTE DOWN SOME HCS, HOPE I HAVEN'T LOST MY TOUCH 💀

- ANYWAYS HAPPY NEW YEARS 🔥

#haikyuu!! #shiratorizawa #stzw #semi eita #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu kenjirō #ōhira reon #oohira reon #tendou satori #tendō satori #yamagata hayato #ushijima wakatoshi #kawanishi taichi #goshiki tsutomu

[space-diablo]

I promised the post about my lovely not-really-smart swordsman Flo! And here I am =333

Full name: Florentijn De Wit. Age: 30 Hight: 168 cm

He prefers ppl to call him just Flo 'cause it's shorter and easier to pronounce. Joke about him being not-really-smart is not fully a joke. He's getting lost easily - no matter if it's about navigation or information. Always confusing directions and unable to proceed big amount of information given at once. He's slow. He needs time.

Both of his parents are merchants and successful ones... but he himself has zero skills for that. He couldn't understand even basic economics and always had problems with math, so his father said that if his son is not able to take over the family business then maybe at least he could be useful as a bodyguard for caravans. And then hired a fencing teacher. Teacher was a master of sword, good but yet merciless. The scar on the face Flo got from him at the age of 14.

At the age of 20 Flo decided that he's done with that "bodyguard" job... and silently run away from home. He became an adventurer for very simple goal. To earn money... and that's why he really doesn't like to answer this question.

His left eye is actually healthy. He has heterochromia and he's kind of embarrassed 'cause of it, so he hides one eye in public under the eyepatch. Why the left one? He doesn't remember it himself. Btw it's lime green (the right one is blue).

Flo's loves the sea with all his soul, and so his heart belongs to Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea in general... and Maelstrom. Not to mention that color of Maelstrom uniform is his favorite one =DDD

He also loves cooking and making things buy himself - mostly different kind of toys. That makes ppl think that he loves children... BUT HE DOES NOT. He's trying to stay as far from them as he can, but of course never shows it if he has to communicate with them. He has two younger sisters... much younger than him, so he already had enough of dealing with kids.

Flo's only dreaming about peaceful life in a small lovely house not far from the sea, where he can spend days for his hobby's... But he already almost lost the hope for that coming true... so if he can't have this maybe at least he can have a Maelstrom career.

Oh yes. He's ace to the core. He doesn't even understand dirty jokes. Seriously don't crack jokes about swords, he will think about real one not metaphorical. But he's not aro. At least not fully aro. He doesn't seek for relationships on purpose, but will not run away or deny if he feel some deep connection with someone in other than a friendship way.

Also he didn't see his family for ten years and it's not like he misses them. Even sisters. Maybe. He's not sure himself tbh.

#ff14 #ff14 oc

[polyklok]

Sorry this one took so long. Last, but he better not be least! It’s-

William Murderface, physique/ appearance

Nathan

Pickles

Skwisgaar

Toki

Ohhhh god HIM I just-rghagtrjagbnaggjregagah

Anyway-

29 years old and extremely scared of reaching his thirties

He’s just about 5’10ish. He certainly doesn’t know, he refuses to measure. If you ask, he says he’s ‘fuckin tall ENOUGH’ and that’ll be the end of that. Measures his dick like every week tho

285 lbs, very fat. It mostly centers around his stomach, but he’s got some very chubby thighs, arms, and man-boobs. The full 9 yards of squish. Very stocky.

He’s stronger then you’d expect, though. Not as strong as Nathan or Toki, but he did his fair share of physical labor in his younger days, he can pull his own.

I’m not sure why, but I always imagine him sorting having pink-toned skin, being very rosy.

Also, we know he has some sort of irritated skin, which I’m thinking is eczema. He’ll whine that it’s all dry and itchy and gross but will completely refuse to fix the problem in any sort of way. Hates the idea that he has to work to get nice skin when it comes so easily to others.

Also, lots of random pimples in the weirdest places. He hates the ones on his back the most because he just can’t get to them and make them go away, at least temporarily!

His hair is naturally very curly, between 3B and 3C. Except, he never learned how to properly take care of it. Despite inheriting it from his grandmother, she never taught him, not even buying him a hairbrush until he was well into his teen years.

So he rarely washes it, and when he does, he uses the completely incorrect products. It’s awfully damaged, frizzy, matted. It’s a whole mess and he just thinks that something is wrong with him. I might make a fic where someone helps him fix it

He grew out a mustache for a similar reason to Toki; wanted to stop looking so damn much like his grandmother. Seriously, it’s uncanny how similar they look.

Speaking of hair; tons of it! A whole lotta body hair, everywhere. I’m talking bear status.

He’s been described dog-faced and pug-nosed, so he has a very round face with strong features. Large, flat nose, pursed lips, and a strong brow. He’s almost always scowling.

I like the idea of him having huge, adorable, out-turned ears! They even turn super red when he’s flustered!

Ignoring the fact that he clearly has green eyes in the show, He’s got heterochromia, blue and brown. He thought it was neat when he was real young, but someone mocked him for it in elementary school, so now he’s very ashamed of it. Completely unaware that the fans are obsessed with the unique trait.

Some other traits he has, according to that one episode; fallen arches, distended jaw, clammy hands, puckled stomach, Cro-Magnan brow, chicken-plucked legs and more!

He did his own ear piercings, by himself, with a safety pin and an ice cube, when he was a teen. He was inspired by some rock album covers and got in huge trouble with his grandparents.

His nose piercing was done by Pickles, they were both insanely drunk.

I just wanted to mention the gap in his teeth; he thinks it’s weird, but we all know its cute as hell.

He has an…interesting sense of fashion. It’s a mixture of his ‘clothes are clothes’ redneck days and his love for punk-rock clothing.

He loves the punk style but hates how impractical, and often uncomfortable, it is. So he has a few good, gothic items while most of his clothing is straight out of a goodwill bin. Not because it’s cheap, but because it’s what he’s used to.

Despite absolutely denying belief in any sorts of religion, he’s still…hopeful. So he wears little religious symbols, charms for luck (crystals, rabbit’s foot, etc) and other spiritual crap just to make himself feel better.

We all know his iconic stomach tattoo, but it’s not his only one. Most of his tattoos are small, funny sayings in dumb places. He’s got a ‘2 cool 5 scool’ tramp stamp and ‘lucky you ;)’ on the inside of his thigh. They all happened while he was blackout drunk and he doesn’t regret a single one.

Showers a couple times a week and only wears deodorant on special occasions. He reeks. Smells like serious body odor and piss. Maybe that horrible axe spray, if you’re lucky.

He’d honestly be not that bad-looking if he’d bother to take care of himself. But, he doesn’t. So, yeah.

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #william murderface #metalocalypse murderface

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Find the Words Tag Game

I was tagged by @hbxplain, thanks for the game! Your words hit a lot of my favorite scenes from both of my WIPs, so this was a lot of fun! It’s also been a minute since I read through Project 6 so it was nice to rediscover it a little :)

For my part I'm tagging @writingsbyelle, @saphoblin , @artcoffeecats, @alistonjdrake, and anyone else who wants to join! Your words are hunger, toss, wary, daze, share, and pour!

I'll be pulling from Project 3 and 6. My words are display, horror, respect, kind, and help.

I couldn't find display, unfortunately. 

Horror- from Project 6

“We all know how rare and dangerous corruption is,” he says, and Maple’s twinge comes back in full force. “So I don’t think there are actually two people behind this. I think this person has heterochromia.”

“What makes you so sure it’s just one person?” Ryker asks.

“Both kinds of corruption are completely intertwined… There’s no way two separate people, even working together, could be corrupted to the exact same degree and be functional. I know that people with heterochromia don’t really have the natural power that we do-”

And here Maple feels another pointed twinge, and she realizes now that it’s the feeling of being alienated. She looks at her empty soup bowl and wishes it was still full; anything to distract herself would be nice.

“- but if corruption’s on the table then I’d believe anything, no matter how terrible, is possible.”

“So we’re not just dealing with somethings,” Varena says, “We’re dealing with someone.”

Despite her own misgivings, and despite the renewed horror the lucils are facing, Maple sees a glimmer of hope in Varena’s words. She smiles, alone, and the rest look at her like she has three heads.

“We have a target,” she explains. “Just one person, and then it’s over.”

“That’s some naïve logic,” Amil says dryly. Maple shrugs.

“No, I think she’s right,” Ryker says. “If we can find the source we can stop the spread.”

“Then… is that our next move? To find this person?” Varena asks.

Respect- Project 3

Instead, while we’re stuck together, a question that I’ve never had the chance to ask burns itself into my mind. It’s considered personal information, I know, but I’ve always wondered…

“If you don’t have duck wings, what kind of wings do you have?”

“Seriously?”

“It’s just a question.”

“Peregrine falcon,” Cael says, and by his voice alone I hear his pride. I’m jealous, just for a second. Your wings, in Avian society, determine what kind of job you’re best suited for- and predatory birds like falcons are highly respected, capable hunters that work with the Harmonious or anywhere else they want. 

“Oh. I didn’t realize wings could get so specific,” I lie. 

“They’re important,” he says, and my stomach turns- I should never have asked. “Wings for Avians are everything. They match the person, you know, so the kind of wings you have mean a lot to other Avians. For example, with my wings, I could be anywhere, even the Harmonious. They signify that I’m a hard worker.”

“Oh wow,” I say, feigning interest. In the back of my mind I can only see the ghost of my pale narrow wings, which I later learned were the same as the wandering albatross. It’s a passive sea bird, able to travel long distances without rest, but slow. A useless creature to them.

Kind- Project 3

“The Cerumides don’t work like that,” I say. “They’ll want to flush us out. Even right now they’re probably opening every–” I cut myself off with a gasp. The traps! Between the hostiles and the traps they’ll never make it this far..

“Every what? Door?” Cael asks.

“Y-Yeah. Door.”

“And?” Serus presses.

“You remember the uh… animals?”

Defra’s expression turns to shock. “They’re not going to get hurt though, are they?” she says. “Could those things do serious damage?”

“They’re more violent than you think,” I say. “Even if they manage to avoid the animals- and they won’t- I uh…might have set a trap or two…”

“What!?” Serus says. “What kind of traps?”

“The um… explosive kind…”

I felt everyone stare at me in stunned silence, chase momentarily forgotten. 

“I was in a tough spot!” I explain. “Every tunnel was open when I was first down here, I had to keep them at bay somehow. How the hell was I supposed to know anybody would be down here? I didn’t even want to go back to this damn place!”

“Oh gods,” Serus says, defeated sounding, hand on his face. “I had no idea you knew how to build bombs.”

“Well… I was a little desperate…” Hostile mutants are very, very good at tracking people. I learned that quickly.

Help- Project 6

Maple takes another look at him; clearly, months of being in isolation have had their effects. His clothes, which she could only glance at earlier, are pale fabric wrapped around him and pinned in several places. His eyes are sunken and shadowed, his hands bony. Eve has never been one to pick fights, but this is one she’s confident she’ll win.

Maple starts to stand, but her legs give out under her.

“Why did Kalis send you?” he demands.

“I’m more than enough to handle you,” she lies. These people fear Kalis above all else. Maybe I can use that.

“Liar!” He yells. Maple flinches at the sudden outburst. “A girl with no magic has no place fighting us. You shouldn’t even be working with Kalis… He’ll destroy you.”

“I don’t need your advice.”

“No, I think you do,” he says, and Maple fills with a sense of dread she’s never felt before. It feels like drowning- her throat tightens and her heart races. The clearing and the man in front of her turn to black. Her vision clouds and fills with images she doesn’t recognize, places and people she has no way of knowing. 

The visions stop on a kindly man’s face.

“I can help you,” the man says. He’s not quite middle aged and has a warm look to him. His brown hair and beard are thick but well-kempt, his eyes a lighter, more expressive shade of brown than Maple’s.

“How?” The man asks; the dream lucil, the same man keeping her trapped in these visions. His voice sounds different. Clearer, somehow. 

Next to her-- or to the dream lucil, more like-- sits the form lucil woman, not crazed but concerned, and she turns to Eve with a heartbreakingly human look. The woman Eve met in the forest is another creature entirely compared to her.

#tag game #my writing #project 3 #project 6 #writing community #hope everyone has fun with this!

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I posted 22,731 times in 2022

That's 2,656 more posts than 2021!

285 posts created (1%)

22,446 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kydrakinetic

@draal-the-deadly

@theminecraftbee

@talesofarcadiaforever

@pacificwaternymph

I tagged 3,073 of my posts in 2022

#the arson human talks shit - 130 posts

#favourite - 126 posts

#ask game - 116 posts

#ask games - 116 posts

#thanks for the ask! - 74 posts

#gods and hunters - 47 posts

#writing tips - 43 posts

#tales of arcadia - 38 posts

#yes - 32 posts

#:) - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#'don't let her see your power in the daylight' could be a reference to the trollhunter amulet and sword of daylight and how jim needs to hi

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sometimes a family isn't a mom, dad, 2.5 children, and a white picket fence. Sometimes it's:

- A near 1000 year old punk wizard boy who needs a hug.

- A very sarcastic talking cat with poor eyesight.

- A plant goddess.

- An Akaridion warrior queen.

- Her little brother, who gives off pure aroace vibes and can build a mind reader in 2 hours.

- A short gremlin king with a very large conspiracy board.

- A dude who's a fan of hard rock, and has a warhammer.

- A very sassy blue child who needs 10 years of therapy.

- The troll history teacher that tried to kill the sassy blue child 10x over. He's also dating the sassy blue child's mother. Troll dad #2 of sassy blue child.

- The Mother Of The Sassy Blue child. Who for some reason didn't think that something was seriously up with her kid. (Plot Armour.)

- A guy who was there for comedy relief, but somehow got a bully redemption arc.

- Purple punk child who got posessed by former evil sorcerer lady once.

- Troll dad #1 of sassy blue child, he likes reading and burning books.

- A Troll covered in moss, he's the wingman and a former pacifist.

- Former evil sorcerer lady with a similar aesthetic to a Marvel Norse God, but actually had a point.

- Adoptive dad of punk wizard boy. Who says he doesn't care that much. But he cares A LOT.

279 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#4

It's time for some Empires Propaganda...

Come watch Empires SMP Season 2! We have the following:

A little scrunkly goblin man who lives in caves and likes pickles and scams

A catwoman that actively commits crimes against humanity A totally normal human. Yep absolutely a human

A Princess in a pretty pink tutu that will fight entire monster armies (it's secret though hush)

The Sheriff who's definitely not a toy

The witch that got expelled from the academy for destroying reality as we know it

The Dungeon Master who keeps his dubious amounts of smooth stone inside a tomb

A 5ft 11ft god complex personified whose obsessions include dirty jokes, gold, and the word 'Lore'

A reality traveler who decides that trusting nobody and stealing clothes off of corpses is the best chance at survival

The self-appointed princess who decides to trust the little blue lights leading her into the dark cave is a smart idea to get a kingdom banner.

The hardwood seller, whose adoptive father is part rabbit and whose idea of father-son bonding is animal slaughter

Heterochromia but through nefarious skull means. And he's not straight

Pirate who asks nicely first before stealing any of your belongings

The one-night stand of a child who consistently has to deal with both of his 'daddy's' excessively worse-by-day dirty jokes

286 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#3

"If your wondering why I use he/him pronouns for the allays, I just think of them as himbos"

Thanks, Pixl for this new mental image /pos

289 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

Despite TOA being done, I am creating propaganda...

Come Watch Tales Of Arcadia! We Have The Following:

A magic amulet, which gives you really cool silver armour and a death sentence!

Cheeky Wizards x4

Murder board created by a small teen who has the ability to 'Tokyo Drift' a car

A literal hacker/Queen of an entire planet

Crispy

Jim Lake Jr, one of the best animated TV protags I've ever seen.

A hellfire of a movie

Magic Siblings :)

A dog who pisses explosions

MMMMMMMM GLORY

*enters Janus Order* *two aliens are playing techno music* *bones are everywhere* TEEN CENTER!!!!!

Getting possessed by eldritch wizards intent on destroying the world is completely normal.... IT'S FINE.

Strangely specific threats.

Really cool CGI animation.

"bUT A GnoMe IN A DOLLHOUSE??"

an insane amount of AUs

Haha what is this sadness? Why is everyone dying? *Play's STARSET's Unbecoming*

I suggest looking up the definition of 'Moppet'

The entirety of the word 'Buttsnack' being used so casually

"SHUT UP STEVE"

The Goblin Revolution

Jim Lake Jr, one second being the definition of a sweetheart. Two minutes later, "Hey Strickler. *spits in his mouth*"

The Breakfast Reckless Club

Steve's screams.

Troll Jim.

Toby being the bestest friend you could ever ask for

The murder of a highschool principal.

Assassins and Bounty Hunters galore.

See the full post

346 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The defining traits of humanity are NOT sex, romance, and empathy.

The defining traits of humanity are our creativity, adaptability, and our boundless amounts of hubris.

As well as arson.

1,730 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

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[frostironfudge]

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Nine

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange

Warnings: angst, oral fem receiving, witch coven dynamics, vampire coven dynamics, soul bonds, hurt/comfort, canon level violence, blood drinking (consensual), mind exploration, fluff, slow burn, sexual content, making out, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 17.3k

A.N.: soooooooo this chapter is pretty long but we are gonna know who somebody is 👀 (sooooo i hope i'm forgiven for the 17k)

Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

Chapter Eight || Chapter Ten

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || My AO3

Chapter Nine - Come Back To Me

Present. 

Loki runs his fingers through Y/N’s hair as she lays on his bed, sleeping off the remainder of the intoxication. Stephen assessed her moments ago, though the altered scent alone indicative of the drugs that are still in her system. 

The letter written in her blood sits heavy in his pocket. The scent unfamiliar, but the vampire had watched them. Watched Y/N. 

Loki needed to know what made her get into the allure of narcotics. She could have wanted temporary distraction? How had she become an addict?

Guilt breaks through him. If he would not have left he could have protected her earlier. Kept her safe, and not have broken the heart that she trusted him to keep. 

Thor enters the room, a hesitance laced in his movements, “Brother, please do not react without thinking.” 

The younger sibling’s eyebrows furrow in confusion then in anger. 

“You brought them here?” It takes everything in him not to pull away from Y/N to lunge at Thor for bringing the three witch coven members into the house. 

“They may have a theory.” Thor attempts to explain. 

“So based on a whim of theirs you bring them into my home? Seriously brother what goes on in that buffoonery fuelled head of yours!” His voice rises in crescendo, red rims surround his green irises. 

“Brother.” Thor warns glancing at Y/N. 

“Do not test me.” Loki counters, covering Y/N with more of himself. 

“I do understand that you are feeling overly protective. The coven has been invited by Nia who holds an extension of my own will, we do not have to agree with them but they may know what is happening.” Thor attempts once again. 

“I will only when she wakes.” The red dissolves back to bring forth the green. Thor’s heterochromia gaze moves between the two mates. 

“We need to act fast Loki you have done enough of your whims.” Thor knows he’s taunting and provoking his brother. 

“My whims? Let me remind you you’re the one who proposed killing off our dear father first. You’re the one who got your mate. You are the one who agreed with Zemo’s plan. Y/N is a witch, we knew but her belonging to the celestial coven complicates things.”

“Yet I had to put forth the plan of having the bond weakened by another coven’s magick. No matter how horrible it was for the both of us. So that she would stay protected lest Alexander found her because you are incapable of taking care of anyone but your mate. Because Thor, you thought it was best to keep her as a pawn in this little chess game you have been playing.” Loki seethes. 

“I was not alone in agreement of the plan.” Thor yells back his blue and brown irises surrounded by red rims as his fangs descend. 

“But you initiated it, signed off upon it.” Loki spits out. 

“You did what to our bond?” Y/N’s hauntingly cold voice breaks the angered stupor that grips at Loki. 

“Y/N…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “This it’s—, it is very much a complicated set of occurrences.” 

“I believe she has a right to know.” Thor interjects. 

“You, you, is this, some kind of grand game?” Y/N sits up moving away from her mate. 

“Alexander is a dangerous man further, a dangerous vampire.” Loki begins to make her understand. 

“Was there another way without you leaving?” There is a sway in her movements as she creates distance between herself and the vampire brothers. 

Loki looks towards Thor, the elder brother sighs and then nods. 

“You didn’t leave Nia.” Y/N accuses, bearing no ill towards her best friend. 

“Our bond was fully established.” Thor says simply. 

“So what, your brother is skeptical about soulmates and you just thought to run with it by putting the two involved souls through hell? I felt like dying each moment he was apart from me. I confided in you each moment and you knew.” Y/N’s voice interlaced with betrayal. 

“Y/N, look in the grander scheme of things, this,” Thor ponders for the right words. 

“You were too selfish to give up your own bond.” Y/N suggests, a venomous undertone to them. 

“Yes and no.” Thor answers then looks toward Loki. 

“Zemo, the vampire who attacked you the night of the party…” Loki prompts his mate. 

“The party you erased, there was another vampire as well.” Y/N completes with a distaste in her mouth. 

“We spoke in detail about a plan that exists to take down Alexander Pierce. It had several road blocks, he has an ability to know what could be the potential gifts a human can bring across their vampire change. Certain witches were spared for their talent, others because they were mates of the vampires in the coven.”

“However one witch coven is hated by Alexander because they have survived erasure time and time again. Yours.” Loki takes an unnecessary breath. 

Nia opens the door, her eyes first on Thor who gives her a look of reassurance. 

“If our bond was complete I would have to turn you.” Loki informs her realising she may have not heard everything he said during her astral form minutes. 

“How has Nia not been turned?” Y/N looks at the two mates. 

“Blood exchanges need to happen everyday from a full moon to a new moon. Basically second half of the lunar cycle.” Nia explains, “I’ve been having his blood for the first half.” 

“Did you know about this?” Y/N looks at her best friend. 

“He told me in the car, what the plan was, why Loki did what he did. Why he left you.” Nia looks sombre. 

“It seems Thor has left out some details.” Loki mutters quietly. 

“So you agree with me being used as a pawn?” Y/N bellows at her best friend from her place. 

“Damn thats some fucked up shit.” Sierra comments from the first floor the conversation clear as day to be heard. Doctor Strange looks at her. 

“What, you need to be honest.” She shrugs. 

“I believe that lesson needs to be learned by your own coven as well.” Doctor Strange sneers. 

“I do not agree to that, but it keeps you safe from a conversion and it aids in the process.” Nia hesitates, “The last witch to be granted immortality from your coven was Luna, because of her gift of prophecy.” 

“Nia.” Y/N tries to understand. 

“If you aren’t deemed worthy, bonded or not, he would end you.” Loki tells her point blank. 

“Why could you not have been honest?” Her eyes brim with tears, why was he always so closed off? Why could he never just share his burdens with her?

“You’re supposed to be my mate. I, we could have navigated this better.” Y/N accuses him. 

Loki closes his eyes at the heartache that laces her words, “I know. I did not want to burden you.”

“While you held my burdens?” She sniffles, the ache for more substances scratches at her chest. 

Loki stays quiet. 

“I, I need to go home— I—, this is, all, is too much.” Y/N turns to move past Nia as she descends the stairs. 

“We pushed for your bond to weaken to awaken your witch side.” Miles tells her as she comes into view. 

“The bond suppressed it, if it would have been established chances are we would not have had to put you under that much duress.” He continues much to her dismay. 

Y/N turns her teary eyed face to them. 

“Am I just some kind of fucking pawn? Vampire ruins the bond to protect, my coven uses to have strength, random vampire makes me his drugged up blood bag?” Her voice is hoarse, “Can’t any of you be honest? Upfront? I would understand better help better, but no you,” She turns to Clark, “You’d rather my bond shatter.” 

She faces Loki and Thor who stand upon the steps, “You two would rather play with the bond, toy with my heart. Pretend to be my confidant and then just break my trust over and over.” 

She turns to Stephen, he raises an eyebrow. 

“I just gave you homework.” He raises both hands in defence. 

“He’s at least honest.” Y/N gestures to Stephen. 

The baby witch makes her way to the door but it does not budge.

“You’ve been exposed to drugs.” Miles does not lower his raised arm. 

“And?” Y/N crosses her arms. 

“Those weaken your witch sense as well.” Clark concluded. 

“Thor was right.” Nia exclaims, “We were right.” Thor intertwines their hands.

Loki’s eyes widen, he appears in a blur near Y/N. 

“The vampire left a note again.” Loki presents the note out of his pocket. 

“Is that…” Sierra looks at Y/N. 

“It is in my blood.” She affirms to the more practiced witch. 

A possessiveness pulses across the bond, as everyone reads the contents of the note. 

The young witch goes over her scarce memories of her highs, most would be muddled and one she left untouched— the forest. 

She never noticed any puncture wounds before and they only started upon Loki’s return. 

These notes the message left on the wall and the note both had an undertone of a deeper rivalry or mocking of Loki and his inability to keep her safe. Or rather mocking his way of keeping her safe. 

What if this rogue vampire wasn’t a rogue at all? 

Y/N’s eyes widen, they search for Loki’s comforting green. 

“I, I have a theory.” She states and the collective group looks at her curiously. Hunger sears her stomach. 

“I need something to eat though.” A light dust of red coats her cheeks. 

Loki returns with a paper-bag housing her favourite order from the local diner. The human and vampire pair enjoy the brief appearance of the stars across their bond.

Thor and Nia settle on the loveseat the latter upon Thor’s lap more than the seat. 

Miles, Clark and Sierra sit on the couch and Stephen sits on the lone leather chair. 

Loki and Y/N sit in their designated spot on the L portion of the worn down couch side by side. 

“How long have you been practicing?” Stephen questions the coven, in a bid to offer some time to Y/N to eat. 

There is a tremor in her hands and Loki takes over holding the takeout box. 

“We do not divulge coven dynamics.” Miles smoothly replies before his husband is irked. 

“Alright, when was the awakening?” Strange counters. 

“Mine began at fourteen,” Sierra smiles, Clark groans, Miles places a comforting hand on his thigh. 

“Always was into the whole mystic aspects of things, also I knew something was up when I started being able to see the spirits my dogs would bark at back home.” She completes. 

“Ooh which kind of puppers did you have?” Nia grins, always ready to speak about the sweet little creatures.

“One was a mutt adopted him off of the mall parking lot named him Mustard, there is a whole story he would not leave without this unopened bottle of mustard; and the other was a doberman— Boba both passed away a few years ago, sadly.” Sierra presses her lips into a thin line but then smiles fondly at the memories of the sweet creatures who stood by her family and her. 

“I’m sorry.” Nia frowns, Thor rubs a comforting hand over her back. 

“No, no, talking about them makes me happy.” Sierra smiles at the pair, “When did you two bond?” 

“We met at the local gym, I was doing cardio and Thor is a personal trainer there.” Nia grins looking up at her mate. 

“And this one here lost her footing, and I helped her up.” Thor brushes his nose against Nia’s own. 

Both have love struck smiles on their faces. 

“When is the change due?” Sierra concentrates and can see tiny golden suns orbiting around them, “Oh you have tiny suns!” 

“You can see them?” All the vampires look bewildered. 

“We can even see bond lines, Sierra here has a particular interest in bonds, vampiric or non vampiric.” Miles gives her a proud look. 

“I do, I used to well still do online tarot readings for the collective from time to time. Most part I’m a paediatric nurse.” Sierra proudly beams. 

“That is amazing.” Y/N praises, her food portion half eaten, slowly the air turns serious as they wait for her to find the words to put forth the theory. 

Y/N stares at the pattern on the coffee table, she would laugh if she could since this was the third replacement that was brought in by Thor and Nia. 

“I believe that these two incidents of me being forced to consume narcotics aren’t isolated. Maybe the fact that I do not remember a lot of the highs isn’t to do with well, just the drugs.” She takes a deep breath and Loki takes her freehand into his own, steadying the newfound tremor. 

“I, I think this vampire whoever they are, might be working for Alexander Pierce. Or they know I’m a witch or they know I’m Loki’s mate and they have a plot of revenge. Or they just want tainted blood.” Y/N completes. 

Loki’s own mind races to think of people whom he has wronged but the list of the ones left alive in Alexander’s name is short. 

Thor purses his lips, “It is a plausible theory.” He agrees. 

“However deranged rouges, they do prey upon half abandoned mates. This could even be a one off taunt.” Stephen adds. 

“The marks are staying visible for me to see, so the vampire is keeping tabs on my whereabouts.” Loki gazes apologetically at his mate. 

“It is a messed up situation.” Y/N attempts at comfort rubbing circles over his palm with her thumb.  

“Which concludes he is not working alone.” Stephen adds. 

“They also have a witch or warlock.” Clark speaks for once contributing to the discussion, “The Vampire Weave is not an easy feat to achieve.” 

“This is a seasoned witch or warlock.” Miles agrees. 

“But who would help a vampire?” Clark makes his patented dissatisfied expression. 

“Compliance.” Nia sits up straighter adding onto the fact, “Y/N knew Loki altered her memory, he’s keeping a warlock or witch between them. So she can’t remember. Cause the witchy side would block the vampire compliance.” She adds. 

“This adds proof this is not some baby witch or warlock.” Sierra ponders, 

“If we teach you before the next attack, the witch or warlock will have to come into physical contact with you for the spell to work, you could counter it and break the hold the vampire has on them.” 

“She is not going to be left alone to be subjected to non-consensual narcotics usage.” Loki’s free hand balls into a fist adding to his adamance. 

“You still need to be trained. In the event he is locked into a weave.” Miles adds for Loki to see the logic. 

“You know the laws of our kind Loki, you cannot hold back a witch or warlock from training in their craft. It must be their decision.” Clark reminds Loki of an old rule. 

Y/N watches the High Priest and her mate have a stare down competition. 

“I want to train. I need to be able to protect the ones I care about and myself.” Y/N speaks voicing her thoughts. 

Loki presses his lips into a thin line, displeased. 

“Fine then.” Clark stands, “Bring your grandmother’s grimoire tomorrow, also search for Samana’s grimoire and we need to begin your own first. Bring in a notebook then Sierra will teach you how to make your grimoire. I presume your mate will stand guard?”

“You presume correct.” Loki sneers. 

“You must stay outside the perimeter.” Clark warns. 

“Your coven isn’t strong enough.” Loki taunts then falls to his knees as do Thor and Stephen. Their faces blank, forms unmoving. 

“What are you doing to them? Stop it!” Nia screams in panic, trying to shake Thor out of the forced upon trance. 

Y/N grabs onto Loki’s hunched over form. Then gazes worriedly at Stephen. 

“This is just my skill level, I have Miles and Sierra.”  Clark smiles, “You can hear everything, the panicked voice of your mate and friends, the dread, while all other senses remain deprived.” 

“Clark.” Y/N turns to him, “Please, enough.” She pleads. 

The High Priest lowers his raised palm. 

Loki glares up at him, the stars move through Y/N’s side of the bond to his, Loki places his hand upon hers which rests on his chest. 

“That was something.” Stephen stands cleaning his clothing of any stray lint. 

“Indeed.” Thor breathes in deeply, pulling Nia close to quell her worries placing a soft kiss against her lips.  

Miles and Sierra stand, both move to hug Y/N goodbye. 

Sierra requests Y/N to meet her in the event she does resume duty at the hospital, provided Stephen clears her for the same due to the narcotics in her system. 

The coven clears out. Clark gives them a final glance before turning away. 

“I must commend Thor, blood sharing having to just have synchronous with the lunar cycle.” Stephen observes, though his tone feels akin to a jab at Thor. 

“Stephen.” Loki says in warning. 

“Its true though, why did you have to sacrifice your bond into smithereens? Just because you were skeptical?” Stephen raises his hands as if in question. 

In a blur Thor has Stephen against the wall. 

“I did not make him do it. It was the best option given the circumstances.” Thor spits out at Stephen. 

“It was the way most convenient to you. Where did that leave Y/N? In Narcotics Anonymous.” Stephen yells back. 

“When her mate had no issues I think you should stay in your place.” Thor seethes. 

“Loki will you open your mouth or should I continue?” Stephen’s ablaze red rimmed blue eyes turn to Loki, Y/N looks up at her mate questioningly.

“You did not even care for her. You both did not,” Loki speaks after a breath of silence. 

“We cleaned up after each mess of hers, if she weaselled her way out each time that is not upon us. Because you were gone.” Thor glares as he turns toward his younger brother. 

Loki takes a step back as though wounded, “You forced me to leave.”

“Cleaned up after me?” Y/N knows her face betrays her hurt, she tries masking it, Thor had been an elder brother of comfort through the mess as he put it, he turns to look at Nia. 

“It was hard upon us as well to watch you in that manner.” Is all Nia says, fiddling with her ring clad fingers. 

“Caregivers often bear the brunt, however she was under compulsion. You could have protected her better.” Stephen interjects. 

“As could you.” Thor speaks with retaliation. 

“And I did on each placement of her under my care, I did.” Stephen presses the back of his right hand into his left palm the sound of skin against skin adding emphasis. 

“Can we actually believe that theory or is that just an excuse?” Nia meant to mumble it under her breath, the chill that took over the room sent a shiver up Y/N’s spine. 

Loki looked at his mate’s best-friend. 

“It is true, Thor could have protected her better, yes maybe we took the easy way out as vampires, I was skeptical about the bond but I was skeptical about the plan as well. Have it in your heart and mind to speak the truth or should I extract it myself? Did you give even fifty percent of effort of protection to my mate?” The younger brother looks at his elder brother. 

Thor looks to Nia, then at his brother, then at Y/N. 

“You could have told him to return if you couldn’t handle the responsibility.” Y/N murmurs, there still was so much to unpack from the conversation and if anything that was given to her only brought forth a craving to just consume more for the numbness. 

“He did not want me to return.” Loki says as though something dawned upon him, “Is that why you never alerted me about the OD, about the forest attack?” His voice raised, in demand, venom pricks at the corners of his eyes. 

Thor stays silent. Y/N gazes at Nia questioningly. 

“You told me he did not care enough to return.” Nia accuses Thor. 

“He was supposed to stay away for another month. In the end you craved your mate did you not? After all those talks about disregarding your chance at love and eternal affection.” Thor sneers. 

“You’re behaving just like Odin. I say one thing and you hold that against me, expecting me not to learn or be educated and change my opinion or stance.” Loki looks down at the hand that Y/N wraps around his arm to provide comfort. The stars pass between them. 

“I am nothing like Odin.” Thor presses, red rims appearing to further his anger. 

“I think it is best we dismiss this conversation.” Stephen interjects, knowing the topic of their human father was one that still brought about bitter memories. 

“Oh thats rich first gaslight then dissipate.” Nia narrows her eyes at the doctor. 

“At least I don’t disregard my best friend’s trouble with being forced to consume drugs!” Stephen wants to leave the air here getting too much to warrant peaceful responses anymore. 

Y/N tilts her head, seeing an iridescent tinge of orange in the air surrounding them. It stays present for a flash then disappears appearing near Thor.

“He has nothing better to do, he was tossed away. Left for dead by townspeople. Only supports the vampire who took him in from the streets.” Thor seethes as he adds agreement with Nia. 

The orange gleam shifts edging towards Loki and herself, she pushes Loki’s chest and they duck.

“The fuck are you doing?” Nia raises an eyebrow, “Is this some new response to some drug? Or is it a witch thing?” 

“Can someone contact Sierra?” Y/N questions, her eyes focus upon the dancing gleam, her wonders if it can be slowed down to a stop. 

She keeps her vision steady, imagining a thick sludge surrounding the gleam to slow it down before it reaches Stephen. 

The doctor dials the number of the nurse, she answers after a few rings.

“Whats wrong?” The curly haired witch questions over the call. 

“Y/N is staring at thin air…” Stephen tries to explain. 

“Put her on speaker.” 

Stephen appears next to her, holding the phone as it remains on speaker. 

“What are you seeing?” Is her immediate question, “describe it don’t lose focus.” 

“Iridescent but orange, bouncing around.” The baby witch explains. 

“Are you all having an argument or heated discussion suddenly?” The vampires and Nia look at each other in surprise. 

“Yes.” Y/N answers for them. 

“Well that is another little gift Clark left, you all need to leave the room, that is a self sabotage spell, since its iridescent the effect will wear off if the room clears. Listen Y/N I know how difficult this all is but you will have to prove yourself to Clark. What you did today with the astral meeting that showcases your skill but refining your craft will only be the way to stay in control.” Sierra offers advice hoping it encourages the new witch. 

“I understand, I am ready to put in my share of hard work. Also, um. Is it possible to slow it down? The orange thingy?” Her eyes remain on the said object. 

“While it is possible to stop it from going further I’d suggest not wasting energy, get it out of the way but everyone leave the room for the next one to two hours just to be safe.” Sierra suggests, receiving a collective reply of affirmative responses the call is brought to a close. 

Thor and Nia move to leave to the upstairs rooms. 

Stephen waits near his car outside. 

Loki wraps his arm around Y/N’s waist, she doesn’t break focus on the orb, as her mate uses his speed to move them backward and out of the house. 

“I will see you tomorrow, OPD paperwork only.” Stephen ruefully tells her, she sighs then accepts. 

“I know you were benched long enough but this…” Stephen lets the sentence hang in the air between the three of them. He bids the two goodbye, getting into the driver’s seat. 

Loki presses his lips to her temple, “Home?” 

Y/N nods, intertwining their hands as her leads her, to the familiar Mercedes. 

The vampire opens the door for his mate then speeds into the driver’s seat. 

“We have much to talk about.” Loki addresses the unspoken thought as the car is turned into ignition. 

“We do, but at home… right now I just want to be with you.” Y/N requests and Loki meets her eyes, they still remain bloodshot but in lesser intensity. 

“As you please.” Loki reaches for her hand out of habit, across the console, resting over her thigh, their fingers intertwined 

——/- div

Fourteen Months Ago. 

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N has a smile on her face as she adjusts the phone to reach up to the top shelf for the Nutella jar. 

“Somewhere.” Loki smiles sitting outside the dean’s office for the upcoming literature symposium the university would be hosting. 

Y/N huffs, partly at the jar and partly at Loki. 

“I thought you would be happy.” Loki teases.

“I am, but I can’t seem to grab this jar.” Y/N stares at the Nutella, wishing it would levitate. 

“Nutella?” He enquires, a fondness grows within his chest. Y/N smiles at the sudden warmth. She hums in agreement, wishing he was there to reach up for it. 

“Kinda wish you were here with me.” She sighs, it had been two weeks since their moment in the bookstore’s cafe.  

“Why?” Loki knows she probably wants him to reach up for the jar. 

“So you could get me this jar.” Y/N still gazes longingly before moving to the next aisle. 

“Darling, here I thought you were dating me for me.” His voice is light and full of mirth. 

“Nope, I just need your very tall limbs to get me things from the top shelves.” Y/N goes along with the humour. 

“I’m wounded.” Loki feigns sadness but can’t help the laughter that rumbles in his chest. 

Y/N giggles, switching the side of the phone.

“Do you need anything?” She asks mindlessly pushing the cart. 

“Just you.” Loki breathes, allowing himself to relish and enjoy the fact that he has a mate, consciously throwing the meddling thoughts away instead of harbouring them. 

“Professor I believe I’m quite the priciest item here.” Y/N brings in the playfulness again, his words stirring something deep within her at being wanted. 

“I’m sure I could come up with a sum worthy of you alas, these numbers cease at the feat of your beauty and intellect.” He admits, and she feels a cacophony of stars trickle towards her, the sudden sound of metal clanging worries him. 

“I’m okay just crashed into the yogurt fridge.” She grumbles lightly before righting the fallen items. 

Loki bites back his smile picturing her reddened cheeks and expression. He adjusts the papers he holds with the files, fidgeting every few minutes to keep up his human façade. 

As Y/N arranges the items a softer happiness makes itself present within her at the openness he displayed the past week. 

It was not a vast ocean of being open with her but he tried. For her sake. That was enough for her to know he could and would try for her. 

“Hey, I’m back, reporting live from the averted accident in aisle 20, yogurt and soy milk.” Y/N laughs, Loki chuckles. 

“Any casualties?” The professor looks up at the dean’s assistant who gestures for him to head inside. 

“Well does my bruised ego count? Or the indented pack of pudding cups Thor seems to love.” Y/N reports back, reading the labels of the hot sauces for Nia’s preference. 

“Well for the bruising I’d recommend waiting till I pick you up. I believe my lips will know what to do.” Loki gathers his laptop bag, the bond willing him not to say goodbye as it glows happily between them. 

“You still won’t tell me? Also no kisses for Lokis who withhold information.” Y/N will stomp her foot as does a tantrum throwing child, she will. 

“Would it be a surprise if I did?” Loki chides. 

“At least tell me the dress code.” Y/N pleads. 

“I believe comfortable should do.” Loki whiles away the time, the dean could wait. 

“What are you wearing?” She enquires that would give her a better hint. 

“An oxford button down and slacks.” He answers recalling the light blue shirt he picked out for their date that hangs in his office. 

“So it is okay if I don’t wear a dress right?” Y/N hesitates, dresses though nice weren’t always her first choice of clothing.

“Darling, I believe what you wore when you accompanied your friend to meet my brother should work.” Loki admits, 

“Oh the cream sweater?” She recalls, Loki hums in agreement, the assistant returns once more hands on his hips giving Loki a pointed and impatient look. 

“Yes, also I have my appointment with the Dean, I’m sorry to cut the conversation short. I will speak with you soon.” Loki apologises. 

“Oh no its, alrig—,” The line cuts and Y/N sighs, “its alright.” She repeats more for herself. 

She does a once over for all the items in the cart, matching them with her list proceeding to the check out. 

“So how is Romania treating the great history buff?” The woman in front of Y/N speaks a little loudly. 

“Really? Wow, didn’t think anything surprised the intuitive Mr. Bucky Barnes.” The woman laughs in response and Y/N feels the air leave her lungs. 

How many Bucky Barnes-es could exist in this universe?

The checkout aisle next to her opens up Y/N recedes to that one. Trying not to focus on the conversation. 

But the short-haired woman’s laughter keeps following through and the number of jokes just keep flowing. 

Y/N grits her teeth, so Bucky blocked her out. Did not bother contacting her but kept in touch with someone else. So maybe she wasn’t the only one who didn’t have feelings. 

“Cash or Credit?” The cashier enquires palm raised to take whichever mode of payment chosen.

Y/N hands her the credit card, loading up the groceries as the transaction is completed. 

“Oh Bucky, come on, just do it. What is holding you back?” The woman encourages, she’s on the same stage of shopping as herself. 

Y/N grabs the card swiftly not wanting to hear more about Bucky. He could do whatever he wanted. Talk to anyone. Why does she care?

As she’s loading the groceries in her car, the same short-haired woman approaches her, “Hey are you, Y/N?” 

“Um, yes…” Y/N trails off hesitantly. 

“Oh great I caught you, here you left this on the counter the cashier recalled your name from the system. I’m Maria Hill.” Maria smiles as she hands the hastily forgotten bag to Y/N. 

“Oh um, thank you.” She says, placing it with the others.

“Um, I don’t mean to pry…” Y/N regrets the words as she says them, “Were you speaking to James Barnes?” She fiddles with the zipper on her jacket. 

Yep Y/N thinks, Maria must be creeped out. 

“Oh um yeah, he is a PhD candidate as I am, left for some personal work so I like to keep him updated so he can keep up and not turn into a slow poke.” Maria grins, “Though I’m going to beat him to it but it’s no fun without healthy competition, do you know him?” The brunette waits for a response. 

“He was in creative writing with me, he left quite suddenly, just haven’t had the chance to talk. Maybe he switched numbers, but I’m happy to know he’s okay.” Y/N offers a smile, 

“I have to rush, it was nice meeting you Maria.” Y/N gives her a wave before quickly sitting in her vehicle and leaving Maria eyes wide as she connects the dots. 

She brings back attention to her ongoing call with Bucky, he had heard everything due to the headphones Maria wore. 

“You did not give her your number?!” Maria yells at him. 

“It, it was better that way.” Bucky winces as he explains. 

“Come on dude so what if the date thing didn’t work, at least you will have a friend, she will have a friend!” She groans. 

“Maria can we discuss something or someone else?” Bucky pleads stirring the conversation away from Y/N. 

— — — — 

Loki smoothens his coat’s lapels, as he stood waiting outside Y/N’s home. His occupied hand holds a bouquet of daffodils. He smiles at the flowers, knowing they would be appreciated. 

Y/N opens the door, with one hand trying to fix her earring with the other smiling brightly at Loki.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

They both smile sheepish and then laugh. 

“You can come inside, I just need to fix this—,” Y/N huffs again as the earring still does not stay in place. 

“May I help?” Loki offers, she looks at him then nods.

Her eyes fall onto the flowers, 

“These are for you, darling.” Loki hands her the bouquet, promptly taking the earring from her. 

“Thank you.” Y/N smiles at the flowers. 

“I know I don’t know your favourite flower yet. But I believe these,” Loki pauses, as Y/N sniffles. 

“I, Did I do something to upset you?” Loki worriedly gazes at her.  

“I just remembered what you said, about these, what the daffodils signify. Now, we’re about to go on our first date… Just you putting in the thought. I know its stupid to get emotional over this—,”

“Hey, no, no, you are not stupid for getting emotional, I myself teared up when I saw the florist put them together.” Loki knows how the venom feels when it pools over his eyes. 

“Thank you.” Y/N hugs him, Loki rests his cheek upon her head, arms wrapping around her frame. The warmth of her skin seeping through his clothing onto his own. 

“You’re welcome.” Loki softly inhales her scent, letting it wash over him. Her blood did have an allure to him, but only because mates were to share blood in order to prepare for the inevitable conversion. 

The way her scent called to him right now, he was glad he had fed from blood-bags before arriving. 

Loki relaxes his hold when Y/N initiates pulling away from the hug. Still holding the flowers tenderly in her arms and smiling at them. Loki adores her, tucking this moment away for himself. 

“May I?” Loki requests, holding the earring up; she shifts so he can place the earring. 

Goosebumps break out across her skin as his knuckles ghost over her as he places the earring, his breath softly fans across her cheek. 

Loki places the earring his knuckles trace along her jaw, resting under her chin. 

Y/N tilts her head back at Loki’s prompting meeting his gaze. She feels the stars bloom around them, twinkling brightly. 

“May I?” Loki questions once again, his lips inching closer to her own. 

“Yes.” Y/N breathes out, softly. 

His lips find her warm ones, they mould together. Eyes closed, the stars cascade merrily. 

Loki pulls her closer, Y/N places her hands upon his shoulders as the kiss deepens. 

Y/N’s right hand inches upward along the side of his neck towards his hair. Loki hums in the kiss, his hand moving along her spine pressing her closer. Their chests touch, Loki knows he’s pushing his luck, there is only so much control he can keep when they are like this, she tugs on his hair while she lightly nips at his bottom lip. 

Loki knows his primal instincts are taking over, he pushes her against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist and supporting all of her weight. 

His tongue moves across her kiss bitten bottom lip as she parts her lips for him, her scent fills his senses. Heady, addicting and absolutely ethereal. 

Loki knows his eyes are red rimmed, the bond glows brightly. Y/N’s fingers tangle in his hair and legs tighten around his hips. 

His hands roam over her sides, his fangs begin to descend as she tugs on his hair wanton sounds of need spilling from her lips unto his. 

Their lips part and Loki lays kisses over her exposed neck, he holds her up with one hand and something about his strength sets a heat ablaze within Y/N. 

Loki, pulls down the sweater, small nips and kisses over her collar bones, he keeps his eyes closed. 

“Loki, Loki, Loki.” His name spills from her as a fervent prayer. 

The bond speaking through her begging Loki to establish it completely. 

When he reaches her sternum, Loki freezes. 

Y/N opens her eyes, heat blooming all over skin, the stars surrounding their bodies. 

“Loki?” She cups his cheek, worry takes over her.  

“I’m okay.” He takes an inhale, eyes closed, he places his forehead against hers.

“Why did you stop?” Her hand nervously fiddles with the collar of his oxford shirt. 

“I, I want to do right by you. This, I enjoyed, there is not doubt in that, if I could, I’d have my lips on your skin till the world ended, but I don’t want you to think that I only want your body.” He opens his eyes, sincere green greets Y/N. 

“I’d—, Loki, you never gave me that impression.” Y/N assures, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “I though, maybe I did something wrong or something you did not enjoy.” She admits, a blush taking over her face. 

Loki’s eyes widen, “Love, you did nothing wrong I quite enjoyed those sinfully addictive sounds you made for me. Also, if you do not enjoy something I am doing you need to tell me, we have to communicate our likes and dislikes always; just not at one point. This doesn’t just stop at the physical aspects of our courtship.” He places another kiss against her lips. 

Y/N smiles, “Sometimes you sound as though from another era.” 

A momentary panic surges through the vampire. 

“I guess that would be because of all the Shakespeare and poetry you’ve read and immersed into.” She adds with a small laugh, her fingers run through his hair trying to tame the tresses she caused to mess up. 

“Are you making fun of me, Ms. Y/L/N?” Loki playfully narrows his eyes, his tone stern. 

“Why no, Sir, I would never dare.” Y/N feigns innocence, “Just maybe a little.” Her giggle is caught in her throat as Loki’s fingers begin to tickle her sides and she breaks into laughter. 

“Loki!” 

“Y/N!”

Their laughters intertwine, echoing in the room. 

Once they make themselves presentable again for the outside world, Loki and Y/N are divided by the S-Class’ console. Elbows nearly touching. 

An excitement cascades from Y/N to Loki through the now stronger bond. 

Loki smiles, “I hope you enjoy what I have planned.” 

“If you tell me, I promise to be more excited than I already am, pinky promise.” Y/N bargains. 

Loki taps his index finger over his lips, as though in deep thought. 

He looks at her while switching the lanes, “Nope.” 

Her annoyance amuses him, he laughs much to her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes looking out the window, annoyed. 

“Darling,” Loki says, she doesn’t look at him. 

“Love.” He attempts again, with failure. 

He huffs, reaching over and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers over the console. Y/N pulls his hand back towards her, the back of his hand rests on her thigh. 

“Is that a smile I see?” He teases. 

“Give me a hint, I’ll give you a kiss.” Y/N pouts. 

“Oh come on now that is extortion.” Loki accuses. Y/N just shrugs. 

“We’re almost there.” Loki points out. 

“We drove an hour into London.”

“Are you trying to deduce where we are going?” Loki smiles at her focused expression, the furrow in her brow reminds him of her in class. 

“Wait, did—, what if we’re seen?” She panics, Loki meets her with a calming gaze. 

“It is a weekday, the place will probably only have tourists. Although I’ve booked a private thirty minutes.” He assures, smiling only when she calms down. 

Loki pulls into the parking building near Tate Modern, London. Y/N curiously follows Loki’s lead as he navigates through the floors to get to their destination. 

He doesn’t let her even see what installations are being presented, showing the tickets discreetly to the security as they wait in a corridor. A gentle older woman comes out a corner door greeting Loki. 

“You can go in, it’s just been cleared.” She informs him, greeting Y/N with a smile as well. 

“Thank you.” Loki offers the woman a smile. 

“Oh one more thing.” Loki turns to Y/N, “I want you to keep your eyes closed till we are inside.”

“Loki… Fine.” Y/N only agrees when he pouts and it is too adorable to say no to him. 

The vampire beams brightly, covering her eyes with a blindfold. Y/N holds onto his hands and hears the quiet hinges of the door opening and Loki leads her for about fifteen steps. 

His footsteps echo in the quiet room, as he stands behind her. She takes a deep breath as he undoes the blindfold. Taking a few steps back to admire her reaction. 

Y/N opens her eyes, blinking a few times, her jaw then drops. She is surrounded by an infinity of small lights that are mirrored all around herself and Loki. 

Tiny blue, yellowish and green lights seemingly akin to stars, she turns attempting to find Loki to hold him close to take in this moment with him. 

Loki smiles at her elation that he sees and feels within himself. 

Y/N moves to him, closing the gap he put between them. 

“Loki this, it is, beautiful, ethereal even, as, as though we’re surrounded by our stars.” Her throat feels heavy, emotion overcoming her. 

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“Well we once admitted we feel stars for each other. Now we can finally see them. Surrounding us.” He tucks her hair back, they both grin at each other. 

“Loki, this, I don’t have words, thank you.” Y/N admits, tears pooling in her eyes. 

Loki softly brushes the tears, “I’ve made you emotional again. I know these are tears of happiness. I want to admit something, if I could, I’d bring down all of the stars that surround the moon and bring them to you. For you are my moonlight. The stars would be merely a fraction of what I’d do for you, now that I’ve found you.” 

Y/N’s breath is caught at his admission, her heart soars. She reaches upward, placing a soft kiss against his lips. Loki returns the affection, with as much of emotion he can pour into the gesture. 

When they pull away, slightly breathless. 

“I’d do the same if not more for you.” Y/N admits to him, in a soft whisper, a promise just between them. 

“I’d do the same if not more for you.” Loki repeats, sealing the promise between them with Yayoi Kusama’s infinity mirror room lights as their witness.

—————div

Present. 

—————

Saturday. 

—————

Y/N groans, feeling the after effects of the grilling at Miles is putting her through. 

“Come on, up you go.” He prompts again. 

She sits crossed leg again from the sprawled out defeat on the soft carpet in their living room. 

“Now come on, protective enchantments on the ink bottle again. Block my hex without actively holding the enchantment.” Miles instructs again. 

Y/N raises her hand, drawing the symbols for protection, adding intent and visualisation. Then she looks up at Miles, nodding for him to hex the bottle. 

Miles raises a finger of his left hand drawing the hex over the bottle. For ten seconds nothing happens. Then Miles is launched two feet away from the bottle. 

He grins at her, “Well done, now we’ll move onto plants, don’t worry I can reverse the hexes so the plants won’t be harmed. But you have to protect them well enough.” 

Y/N nods, she begins to place the enchantments upon the small succulent cactus.  

Miles prepares the hex and the spikes fly out towards Y/N, her eyes widen and she holds up her hands, the spikes stop mere centimetres away from her face. Dropping down onto the floor. 

“Did you alter the wording for living things?” Miles enquires, Y/N groans. 

“Fuck, I’m so stupid.” She facepalms. 

“Hey no bad words said to yourself. You’re trying hard.” Miles pats her back. 

“If she was trying hard, silly mistakes would not happen.” Clark adds dryly, upon entering the room. 

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, Clark reminded her of her father, never pleased. At least he was not a verbally abusive like her dad, just showed his disdain for her inability to perform well. 

Basically Clark and Miles were good cop, bad cop. 

Clark waves a hand and the spikes split into two groups heading for Miles and herself. Y/N stops them this time farther away from their bodies. 

“Add the protection.” Miles prompts. 

“The spikes…” Y/N reasons. 

“Add it.” Clark says as he begins with the hex, Y/N scrambles with one hand to maintain the shield then adds the enchantment with the living thing wording, the spikes turn towards Clark with full throttle.

He turns them into petals of flowers falling to the ground. 

Clark only hums, that means he is mildly pleased by her work. 

“You kept the spikes connected as well.” Miles praises, “good work.”

Y/N only smiles, the clock hits seven-thirty and now it was time for Clark and his mind bending tricks. 

It was only day five of training but it felt as if eternity had passed between the days. 

Clark settles on the chair near the fireplace, Y/N joins him on the free chair, “Now, you have to block out the compliance. We can try that with the guard dog vampire outside.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, but nods out of respect. 

“For the vampire kind of compliance once you harness the warlock and witch kind. We’re trying to make it so that you have to be touched to be compelled. Once that occurs we need you to break the compliance upon the warlock or witch.” Clark continues, cracking his knuckles to prepare. 

“Okay.” Y/N nods, focusing herself. 

Clark focuses upon her, bringing forth his visualisation of her own protective enchantments brought forth by her own witch status. 

“Tap your right foot.” Clark attempts, as her ankle twitches to move.

Y/N focuses her mental shields. Her ankle stops twitching. 

“Snap your fingers in the rhythm of ‘we will rock you.’” Clark compels once again, focusing upon the one weak area through her shield. Y/N resists, visualising his compulsion trying to break through her guard. 

Clark huffs, he has to go with something that will pick at her emotions. It was cruel and Miles would tell him off but it needs to be done. 

“Tell me about what Loki said to break your heart.” Clark demands, Y/N’s eyes widen her focus wavers.

“He said I am a distraction, he only wanted to know if the bond held any weight in his eyes that—,” Y/N pauses, bringing her mental shields back up to focus. Gritting her teeth. 

“Tell me about the heartbreak a parent caused you. Your father specifically.” Clark feels remorseful but this needs to be done. 

“You will need to be specific.” Y/N jokes, trying to not let her father ruin yet another thing for her. 

“A moment he abandoned you when he should not have,” Clark drills through, the minute Y/N lets that moment flash by her mind. 

“I was eleven, we were on our first international trip,” Y/N feels the tears brimming, she tries not to let the story spill but fails, “We were trying to find the tour buffet room, for dinner. The place was new and women over there not that safe but okayish, he got angry that he couldn’t find my mother or the remainder of the family, so we returned to the room. He knocked hard and fast on the door.” 

Internally she tries to stop, begs herself to learn quickly. 

“When they did not open the door, because they were gone, he left my hand pushed it away with force, it hit the wall behind me. He then says they left us, so I’m leaving you, let them find you alone. Don’t bother searching for me. I stood there for thirty minutes, men, women passed by staring. I pretended to knock each time someone passed by, so they’d know I had family inside. When my mom and remaining family came back cause we never reached they found me sitting in front of the door crying. All alone.” Y/N felt the wetness of the tears, on her cheeks and on her shirt. 

“They took me in, I didn’t eat that night, just cried and then fell asleep. He came home late night, when I woke up I saw that I was facing him from my bed, I turned around and slept again. He pretended he never did anything. He never apologised or tried to make it better, he kept abandoning me, he left all the time for others, he never wanted to be there for me unless it was convenient to his motives to have me there to seem like a doting father—,”

“Clark.” Miles’ voice cuts through, Clark pulls away the compulsion. 

Y/N glances at the clock, blinking away her tears, the clock said eight. She picks up her bag, checking for her notebook and grimoire. 

“Y/N,” Miles begins, Y/N wipes her tears quickly. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow earlier its Sunday.  I’ve finished my coursework. Thanks for today.” She rushes out before the fresh wave of tears start, she crosses the perimeter where Loki stands against his car, he quickly walks over to her, wrapping her up in his arms as she falls apart in front of him. 

He softly runs his hand over her hair trying to provide comfort. She clings harder and her shoulders shake harder as the sobs turn more deep rooted. 

Loki presses a soft kiss to her temple. His hard gaze moves towards the house as Clark and Miles gaze at them, only one holds worry the other’s cheek grits. Their lips moving in conversation

“Miles what kind of second rate man is her father?” 

“I told you not to push further.”

“She was eleven who leaves their child in an unknown place?!” 

“Clark, please just, these are sensitive topics I hope you learn to build a better relationship with her. As High Priest you’re also an elder who the coven should be able to speak with ease.” 

“Miles you know I can’t be vulnerable on demand, I don’t understand why the Priestess was insisting upon me being the successor.” 

“Clark…”

“Love,” Loki attempts to have her take a few breaths and drink the water he had kept in the car. 

Y/N nods, Loki takes all of her weight and she lets him settle her into the car, she takes a few sips of water. Sniffling as her chest still heaves. 

Loki runs his hands over her head, cheeks and arms. When she finally meets his eyes, he worriedly notes the redness in her tear stained ones. 

“Thank you.” Y/N whispers, Loki nods, placing a kiss to her temple again. 

“I’m sorry he made you share that against your will, I think your father on the other hand deserves quite a few harsh words.” Loki mutters angrily. Maybe more than words he thinks. 

“He isn’t worth it, honestly I don’t know why I keep crying over him and what he did to us as a family, what he put me through out of his selfishness.” Y/N admits. 

“Darling, he was given a role he doesn’t deserve, you do not do that to your child.” Loki tells her, wiping her escaping tears with the back of his index finger and then thumb. 

“I know I never shared that with you, I just,” Y/N loses her words. 

“It was a difficult moment, I only wished I could have heard it out of your own volition.” Loki confesses. 

They stay quiet, Loki looks back at the house Clark still stands watching, Miles had retreated back into the house. 

“Are you hungry?” Loki enquires, Sierra had provided him a list of ways to replenish her energy stores, the top one being rest the remaining being food and stress free moments. 

Y/N nods, “We can get take out? I don’t know what to cook with what is left at home; groceries is not something I want to run an errand for today, maybe tomorrow before practice.” 

“Of course.” Loki agrees, he checks her again, then walks around the car to the driver’s side. 

Their hands lay intertwined upon her thigh as always since their first public date’s drive. 

Loki drives to her home, after the conversation that brought out everyone’s worse sides, their little entourage walked on eggshells and Stephen and Loki altered watching over Y/N giving Thor and Nia the Manor and some time to themselves without any responsibilities other than their own. 

Nia tried apologising and protesting against the division but understood that maybe this could have them heal from wounds that they never knew existed. 

Thor on the other hand said nothing to Y/N nor Loki. Stephen never really spoke unless they had anything to discuss. All in all it was sort of an impasse upon which they had arrived. 

Loki walks in through the threshold of the door of the home as Y/N leads the way holding his hand. 

There is something lighter in the air maybe the breakdown she had did her some good. Midnight circles around their feet, greeting their return, she had only slightly warmed up to Loki upon his return. Only marking him with her scent when Y/N’s own was present upon him. 

Other times Loki swears he could see the cat glaring at him with disdain and anger at leaving them distraught. 

As Loki empties the take out boxes into designated plates, his phone chimes. The water still running upstairs indicated Y/N is still in the shower. 

Email: Tate Modern 

Subject: Return of the Infinity Mirror Room for One Weekend Only. Members Exclusive. 

—open to read further—

———————————————————

Email: Rayesa - Tate Modern 

Subject: Private Viewing of the Infinity Mirror Room. 

Dear Mr. Loki,

I realise that this must be short notice but I could have you and a guest come in for a thirty minute private viewing as before for the return of the same exhibit. 

Please let me know as soon as possible so I may save the slot for you if required. 

Warmest Regards,

Rayesa Addams-Ahmed 

Curator 

Tate Modern

Loki finds himself in a blur outside Y/N’s door, he knocks before entering. The shower shuts off and Y/N exits at the same time as he sets foot in, Loki finds his eyes trailing up her frame as Y/N momentarily freezes. 

“Loki!” Y/N chides. 

“I’m sorry I, I got excited because of an email.” He snaps out turning and covering his eyes with one hand. 

She quickly grabs her night shirt throwing it on and only mildly struggles with her pyjama pants, “What email?”

“Tate Modern, the exhibit it is back, it is open for one weekend exclusively for members. Rayesa offered us a private viewing whenever we want.” He explains. 

“Tonight we, its late how will we even—,”

“We could eat dinner now, I can drive, or we could even run.”

“No, not after eating.” Y/N shudders at the thought. 

“Right you get queasy.” Loki purses his lips, “The train?” 

“Faster than the car…” Y/N trails off, Loki turns as he hears her pad towards him. 

“I’ll call her.” Loki beams at the prospect of reliving their first date again. 

“Yes please.” Y/N grins equally happy at the prospect to have their bond visualised once again. 

Loki finds Rayesa’s contact, pressing call. 

“Ah, Mr. Loki, I think you found my email I was just sending you an updated one, the private viewings are only open for the next weekend.” Rayesa informs, 

“I apologise for the inconvenience, I remember how much your guest and you enjoyed the experience.” 

“Oh, just a moment Rayesa,” Loki conveys the change to Y/N they agree to have it next week they’d leave after practice so a ten o’clock night viewing was penciled in under their names. 

“Thank you so much. I look forward to catching up with you two.” Rayesa bids farewell. 

Loki settles in next to Y/N on the couch as they hold their plates of food. 

He’s picked out rewatching modern family knowing it is a comfort show for his mate. 

Y/N smiles as they settle into the familiarity of the show. 

Plates slowly become empty and bellies are full of future date plans and food. Hearts still stay wounded around the edges but moving towards healing. 

Their soft laughter only adds to the comfort Y/N feels. Her head rests on Loki’s chest as they shift into a more laying down position, Loki’s arms encircle her, the throw blanket laid over them, his fingertips trace over her back as they lay still watching. 

Y/N finds sleep creeping upon her easier. Her eyelids slowly droop. Y/N sighs snuggling closer to Loki, his body slightly colder than her own but there was a comfort he brought to her by just being there. 

“I missed this,” She admits, Loki looks down at her sleepy face, smiling. 

“Missed what?” He enquires, he shares the sentiment of this quiet moments that were as much as theirs to keep as were their moments out and about. 

“This, laying with you, hearing your breathing, having you near me.” She confesses. 

“I have missed having you in my arms.” Loki confesses as well. 

They yet hadn’t spoken alone about what transpired when he quote unquote broke things off. 

Y/N and Loki both silently agree that moments of comfort and finding their way back to each other took priority. 

It was futile to move forward with that hanging above their heads, but they just wanted to escape till when they could, till their hearts and minds wanted to hide away from the harsh words. 

Three words still dance on the tip of her tongue. Even in her sleep addled moment. She wanted to whisper them. 

Loki feels the bond shift back to silver, he feels his breath knocked out of his lungs at the force with which Y/N’s love cascades across their bond towards him at full throttle, venom pools at the corners of his eyes. 

She still held love for him. 

Maybe he had hope, hope that he could have her forgiveness her love to cherish again and never let go. 

“I love you.” Loki whispers against her temple. Keeping her in dreamland with his soft caresses and soothing words of affection. 

————

Sunday.

—————

Grocery shopping turned out to be an impromptu reunion between the two best-friends and brothers. They first hesitated and awkwardly hugged. 

Then Nia dropped the canned soup display when she picked one up from the middle. Y/N saw the whole thing from the other end. 

Loki and Thor were off broodingly staring at each-other in the corner. 

Y/N wheeled her cart quickly to Nia, grabbing her and pretending they were never near the display to begin with, only when they reached the aisle for detergents did they begin to laugh. 

“That was exactly like the cartoon.”

Nia wipes a tear that strays due to the laughter. 

Y/N only giggles nodding, the mental imagery on repeat. 

“Ma’am do you know who touched the soup display?” The store manager approached them. They straighten up. Shaking their heads. 

“It looks fine to me.” Nia says gesturing to the display. 

The man turns around and the display is perfectly in place. 

Thor and Loki round out from the next aisle holding various decoy items with smiles of achievements on their innocent faces. 

“I swear I saw the mess just a second ago.” The manager turns back to their ground then scratching the back of their head they go to inspect it up close. 

Y/N grins spying the Nutella jar Loki holds, “This is incentive to kick ass today.” He insists. 

“Whats today?” Nia questions, Thor silently watches the exchange. 

“Witch training.” Y/N informs making space for the items in Loki’s hands in the cart. 

“Oh, how is it going?” 

“Kicking ass some days and getting my ass kicked most days.” The young witch admits. 

“You’re going to do great. I believe in you.” Nia pulls Y/N in for a hug. 

Y/N hugs back, her heart feeling elated at the happiness of having her best friend back, not that she was lost to her. Just the fact that they weren’t speaking. 

Thor clears his throat drawing the friends apart. 

“Thor.” Nia huffs, “I just got my bestie back.” 

“I’m not keeping you apart I just wanted to say that, I’m sorry.” Thor looks down at Y/N apologetic. 

“Oh,” Is all Y/N is able to muster. 

“I realise things could have been handled keeping everyone’s emotions safe and not jeopardise your bond with my brother.” Thor admits, “I’m also sorry that I didn’t protect you better when you were vulnerable.”

“I’m sorry too for implying that taking care of you was a burden.” Nia adds. 

“I can understand it wasn’t an easy task.” Y/N looks at Nia, still apprehensive towards Thor. 

She looks back at the man who had almost become her own elder brother. 

“Thank you for apologising… It’s, it’s going to take sometime before I can, well we can work past the whole thing. Having you say that does make the process a little easier to come to understand.” Y/N holds Loki’s hand. 

Loki nods in agreement, “Thank you, brother.” 

“You still haven’t discussed it?” Nia raises an eyebrow. 

“We’re avoiding difficult conversations.” Loki admits. 

“Its okay, those are difficult for a reason but sometimes you gotta face the music earlier.” Nia pats Y/N’s shoulder in reassurance. 

————

Monday.

————— 

Doctor Strange watches Y/N nervously conduct the assessment. Her heart rate spiked high. He wonders briefly how Loki is fairing with the onslaught of her anxiousness. 

Y/N shifts the X-Ray film once again. Not able to pinpoint what Doctor Strange wanted her to find. If this was a chest X-Ray she could answer him better but the shoulder complex was her worst enemy. 

“Three minutes.” Stephen tells her, looking up from his watch. 

Emery watches her from their place at the door. Something was amiss with their friend and they decided to get to the bottom of it. 

Strange feels a butterfly bloom within his chest, he turns, eyes on Emery. They wave at him, and he returns the gesture with a smile, using his ability to know if there are any physical injuries or risks, he was pleased to find that they were fairing better than a week ago. 

“It is a normal film.” Y/N says, worrying her bottom lip as she looks up at her head of department. 

Stephen gives her a nod, 

“Emery come in.” He calls out making a note into the papers he holds. 

“Miss Y/L/N, wait in my office please.” Strange tells her, slumping her shoulders and an all the best exchanged with Emery she makes her way to the office, mentally already deciding to call Loki to vent to him about the crappy feeling of the exam. 

“Is everything alright with, Y/N?” Emery questions Doctor Strange. 

He widens his eyes and then shifts his demeanour to an indifferent one. 

“Not that I know of, Emery. Is there a reason you ask?” He locks eyes with them. 

Emery’s stomach flutters akin to a butterfly’s wings. 

“Well she hasn’t been herself, she helps everyone but herself.” They reason. 

“You are correct, I’m sure you’re aware she has a difficult few months earlier on.” Stephen’s gaze softens. 

“Yeah, I, she was pretty closed off but then started seeming more true to herself. I just worry, she’s one of the people I trust here apart from you.” Emery admits a slight blush on their face. 

Stephen Strange smiles deeply. 

“I’m glad I’m amongst that list. I believe if you speak to her she will open up to you, I’m sure.” He advises as they nod, turning to grab a random envelope that contained an X-Ray to interpret. 

“Time starts now.” Stephen keeps track on his watch. 

—————

Tuesday. 

—————

“Again.” Sierra instructs, Y/N breathes in deeply the scent of lavender coaxing through the room. 

The energy flows to her palms as she visualises small crescent moons. Spinning, creating a glowing orb. 

“Now.” Sierra gives her an opening conjuring up a cloaked vampire the crescent moons leave Y/N’s palms and slice across the illusion cutting through the arms and she conjures a third to slice through the chest. 

“Good, always make sure not to go for the obvious skill of the stake in the heart.” Sierra reminds, “Always use that when they least expect.” 

Y/N nods, panting lesser then before. She was getting used to harnessing her energy and keeping it in control. 

“Next we’re going to learn to charm stakes to make them kill worthy.” Sierra claps her hands grinning. 

“That sounds dangerous…” Y/N comments eyeing the cloth in which eight silver stakes shine dangerously. 

“Its actually the easiest spell, given how you’re progressing I don’t doubt this will go wrong.” The witch removes two stakes placing one in Y/N’s hands and the other between hers. 

Y/N turns the stake between her hands, it feels weighted but not in the sense that it would be too heavy to hold onto.

“Have to keep it on yourself at all times.” Sierra opens the coven’s grimoire. 

Directing the page to Y/N, she glances over it, hand movements and incantations. 

“Where do you carry it?” Y/N tries looking over her coven member to place where could the stake be, Sierra smiles bending down and retrieving her stake from where it is strapped to her calf. 

“Dresses?” Y/N curiously asks, “Oh wait thigh.” 

Sierra nods, they begin charming the stakes. 

—————

Wednesday.

—————

“Have you relapsed?” Emery questions, they had asked Doctor Strange to allow them to pair up with Y/N. 

Her hand pauses on the paper. 

“Emery whats, bringing this on?” Y/N looks up at them, the worry in their entire demeanour taking her tenfold. 

They recount the changes observed how she seemed more shifty and nervous. Tired all the time and she had a small tremor in her hand. 

“And you’ve gotten benched to the OPD again. Strange can say that he wants you on admin work because of the internship being organised but you and I both know what that is code for at least based on what happened. Is Loki not treating you right?” Emery grasps her by her shoulders. 

Y/N begins to tear up at the worry, the stress of everything getting towards her. 

“No, Loki he’s, he’s been fixing everything that went wrong. Emery I, we think, I might have been forced to consume drugs. I remember these flashes and I just,” The reality of how severely she had been violated hits Y/N, pulling her into the drowning ocean she tried so hard to swim in, she feels a softness of comfort seep in between her sobs and Emery’s comforting words knowing Loki is trying to send her comfort through the bond. 

“I’m there for you okay?” Emery reminds her, “You’re my friend and I’m here for you. Always.”

Y/N just hugs Emery again.

—————

Thursday.

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Email: Dean Lynch

Subject: Congratulations on your selection.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

Congratulations upon winning the grand prize for your submission to the literary piece. You have been shortlisted to work with your Professor Loki to come up with a showcase short story, he will be highlighting all the important details for the same.

Please contact on the below mentioned numbers to schedule an appointment during his office hours. 

Congratulations again.

Thank you.

Best Wishes,

Dean Lynch.

Y/N laughs, actually whole heartedly laughs. She dials the number for the office.

“Good Afternoon, Literature Building, how may I help you?” Their receptionist greets through the phone.

“Hi, I was emailed by Dean Lynch, regarding scheduling an appointment with Professor Loki, I am the creatives week submission winner.” Y/N smoothly says, walking with her lunch tray to where Emery sat waiting.

“Ah yes, congratulations, when can you come in?” She taps on the keyboard pulling up Loki’s schedule.

“When is his earliest available slot for today?” Y/N smiles at Emery, they happily grin back.

“A four p.m. slot is available for tomorrow, he’s busy with other commitments for today.” The receptionist confirms. 

“Great I’ll take it.” Y/N holds back her chuckle. 

“Alright, please help me with your email to confirm and send the details of his office.” 

Their conversation concludes and Emery raises an eyebrow. Y/N quickly shoots a text to Nia. 

“That creative competition?” She looks at them and after beat they nod. 

“Did you win?” Emery squeals as she nods, enveloping her in a hug. 

“Now what?” They ask as the two settle down. 

“Well I have to meet Loki, so I took an appointment to surprise him, I only hope they don’t tell him its me yet, also if he was on the panel I will have to withdraw my name.” Y/N shrugs sadly. 

“But the faculty knew you are together, right?” They divide the portion of food between the two of them. 

“They do…” She trails off, picking at the food for a minute. 

“Then it was unbiased. Also you are fucking talented.” Emery praises. 

“Thank you.” Y/N grins. 

“I have a question.” They say after halfway through being done with lunch. 

“Tell me?” 

“What do you think of Doctor Strange?” Emery says softly, Y/N’s gaze follows Emery’s line of vision which stays on their department head. 

“What do you mean?” Y/N knows he can probably hear them, she has half a mind to ask them to discuss this elsewhere. 

“Just as a person…” 

For starters he’s a vampire, Y/N wants to joke but she notes the serious tone being used. 

“I think he’s a good man, a little too strict,” Y/N notes Doctor Strange quirk an eyebrow, though that could be in response to him reading the large volume of neurology. 

“But he’s a good person, intellectual and he did help me get my shit together as well. I, I couldn’t have pulled my socks up academically if he hadn’t sat me down and showed me how patient reviews changed and how my performance suffered.” Y/N smiles reminiscing, Emery sighs. 

“Did something happen?” Y/N wonders, reaching out a comforting hand to their palm. 

“No, I just, he gives me butterflies? I think it is a crush. He was so sweet that time with the binder and he always checks up on me. I mean you probably had a crush on Loki and it hardly pans out you know? Plus I’m me.” Emery sighs again, only sadder. Absentmindedly rubbing at the binder. 

“Why is you being you a bad thing? We don’t know his identity? Or his sexuality?” Y/N tries to provide comfort. 

“Wishful thinking.” They reason. 

“Emery.” Y/N wants to grab them by their arms and shake them off of their insecurities. 

“I know, I know.” They say knowing what she was about to rant about to them. 

“Its just a silly crush, but oh my god his shirt smells so good and it is so soft, and it is such a source of comfort emotionally.” They admit a blush coating their cheeks. 

Y/N sneaks a glance at Doctor Strange, he has a smile upon his lips. Oh now she has to ask Loki to get Stephen’s thoughts.

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Friday

—————

The day passes in a blur, the physiotherapy department is in chaos as newer interns arrive and are assigned plus several of the students from Emery and Y/N’s years were down with food poisoning from the take out pot luck they held. 

So Stephen had accompanied her on rounds and oversaw Emery’s work in the wards. 

Stephen noted the tremble in Y/N’s hands when she began treating the first patient. 

“Keep going you’re doing well.” He encouraged as she suctioned the tracheostomy tube with precision. 

Y/N has excused herself to the restroom in the department to cry tears of joy. The intensity of the overwhelming happiness of being able to do her work washed ashore to Loki. 

He smiled in between his class, the students glad for the change in his stricter demeanour. This batch was having a tough time interpreting Hamlet and its themes. The day was all in all difficult for Loki. 

He hadn’t fed well enough to carry on. 

Human food was the only source and he was getting impatient as one does when hungry. 

Only he was in need of blood. 

He had half a mind to cancel the four p.m appointment with the winner of the competition. He even told off the receptionist for not getting a name and even messing up the email so he had no way to contact the winner. 

Loki rested his head on his hands, contemplating using his speed to reach Stephen.

Then the soft scent of vanilla and amber carried across his door, venom pooled in his mouth as his thirst began to take precedence. 

Y/N raised her hand to knock on his door, then felt a tug within her chest and a sudden urgency took hold of her senses. 

Loki swiftly pulls her into his office, pressing her against the door. Legs wrapped around his body as he held her up. 

Y/N gasps as he breathes her scent in deeply. 

His nose trailing over her neck and collar bones and sternum. 

“Loki.” Her hands move to his hair, softly tugging to tilt his head back to meet his eyes. 

“Y/N.” Loki’s chest rumbles with a needy growl it reverberates through her entire being. 

Loki’s eyes open, red rims surrounding his irises, the green edging towards a hungry black. 

“You haven’t fed.” She realises, guilt eats at her for keeping him away from properly feeding. 

“No, don’t,” He chastises her, feeling the emotions a mile a minute. 

A insatiable hunger builds within her as well, the bond telling her to offer her own blood to her mate. 

“Drink from me.” She tells him, stroking his cheek with her thumb. Loki struggles, he only fed from her once when he was in dire need of strength. 

“I can’t—,” He tries reasoning attempting to regain control from his primal instincts but everything was inviting him to give into them. 

“Loki, you need to feed.” She prompts again. Her thumb ghosts over his lips. His hips move, her core pulses in response a soft moan leaves her lips. 

“Your scent calls to me, mate.” Loki says, the way his voice dips into a low baritone as his voice has her preening. The bond pushing them even further. 

“Use your spell if it gets too much.” Loki tells her, his tongue traces from her sternum up her neck, his fangs scrape the skin lightly. She tilts her head. 

“Loki,” Her voice needy, the primal instinct to have her mate feed from her presenting itself. 

“I will, witchling. So good to me aren’t you? So fucking beautiful. So needy to have me sink into you.” Loki grows more hungry as the scent of her arousal greets him. He smirks against her skin. 

He grinds against her, knowing he’s teasing her. Y/N moans as the fabrics create friction, her own hips moving in need for more. 

Loki draws moan after moan from Y/N’s pretty mouth as he grinds harder, at the same time his fangs sink into the skin of her neck, the next moan caught as she arches against him. 

Stars shift around them, the black decayed fragments surrounding the bond slowly melt away into a molten silver. 

Loki drinks deeply, moaning at her exquisite taste. How could anyone want to alter her? How could anything else be sweeter than her nectar? 

Y/N’s grip on his hair tightens, the warmth in her belly increasing as the pace of his hips increases. Moans fill Loki’s office, their own little sanctuary of escape, moments stolen from life to add to their own memories within these walls. 

Loki feels himself edge towards satiety. His tongue moves over the marks of his fangs as the wounds begin to heal. The venom washes out the remnants of blood from his mouth, he meets Y/N’s lips in a heated kiss. 

He supports all her weight as he carries her to his chair around the table, her hands move to his shirt undoing the buttons trying to feel as much of his skin. 

Loki pulls away from her lips, “Hands on my shoulders, witchling.” The words drip as though darkened honey. 

He has her straddling him, legs kept apart by his own, Loki lets his hands wander over her body, his eyes slowly return to green. 

Y/N’s stomach lurches as his hands ghost over the fabric of her leggings. 

“Do you like these?” He questions, Y/N nods, “Then I won’t rip them, stand up and take them off.”

Y/N hesitates slightly, Loki bites his lip as more of her skin appears as she takes off her shoes then leggings, leaving her in her underwear. The material darkened by her arousal. 

Loki hums, he knees lips trailing along her inner thigh, Y/N grasps the edge of the table. He spreads her legs apart further. 

His green eyes darken with lust as he looks up at her. 

“May I have a taste?” He questions. 

“You may devour me.” Y/N moans as his lips suck over the fabric of her underwear the fabric ripped, Loki’s tongue licks across her slit, sucking on her clit, her hands move to his hair. They had limited physical contact, Loki keeping himself controlled for her. Even when he revealed himself they had never strayed further than oral.

Loki hums against her clit, the vibrations have her grinding against his mouth. He can feel she’s close by the way her abdomen tightens and her thighs clench around him. 

Y/N can only moan and chant his name, as he has her fall apart for him upon his tongue. Loki laps up every last drop she gives him. Her pants fill the room, her weight supported by him. 

His lips glisten as he rises, licking them. 

“More exquisite than anything I’ve ever tasted.” Loki praises, Y/N feels a deeper blush being added to her already flushed skin. 

“Thank you.” Loki presses soft kisses over her face and neck. Y/N giggles as his hair tickles her at the kisses he gives to her. 

“You can’t neglect feeding, for me.” Y/N quietly says once they clean up and settle onto the arm chair near the corner window, she lays across his chest. 

“Love,” Loki sighs, knowing what was coming. 

“No, Loki, you need blood to work optimally…” she raises her head to gaze at him. 

“If I feed from you more often, I may bite you to seal the bond. There is also the question of consummating the bond.” 

“That is okay—,”

“No, not till we figure out things.” Loki cuts her off. 

“Loki—,” “Y/N, I will not subject you to a bond when you still have unresolved hurt caused by my actions. This is my final stance on this. Yes I know I’ve been going long periods without blood, but today was a one off, I planned to contact Stephen for blood-bags.” Loki looks down at her, Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, getting up from where they lay. 

“Fine. Then we’ll talk about it tomorrow. You should start storing some at home too.” She lays back down, Loki resumes his comforting caresses, urging her into a slumber before she had to train with her coven. 

————

Saturday

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Loki informs Stephen and Thor about the date planned for tomorrow in London. Thor agrees only because Loki fed more and would carry more blood bags in the event he required more strength. 

The conversation hangs above Y/N akin to a knife that could drop at any moment. Practice today was better, she was able to block off a tag team effort of warlock/witch compliance and at Loki’s request they even practiced with his own compliance at home which was involved with several cheek kisses. He even pouted every-time she blocked his ability. 

Y/N lays on the ground. Not wanting training to be over for once. 

“Usually you’re jumping to leave.” Clark muses, noticing her reluctance. 

“I have a difficult conversation coming up with Loki.” She admits. 

“About what if I may ask?” He sits down five feet from her, then lays down. 

“Well about him leaving and the impact it had.” Y/N gazes at clark, his hair falls across his forehead making him look younger. 

“I tend to listen to my heart and with my heart during such conversations.” Clark advises still not meeting her gaze opting to trace the soft celestial orbs floating in the air. 

Y/N smiled at the orbs, they were practicing visualisation and projection, so she decided having celestial orbs and bodies floating above would be soothing. After-all the stars were her favourite. 

“What if we don’t agree on something? My parents, they fought all the time.” She looks back at Clark he finally meets her gaze. 

“Look, love and relationships they aren’t always agreeing with your partner and being on the same page and same line. Sometimes you can be on the first paragraph and they can be on the fifth. Sometimes you gotta meet in the middle. Sometimes you have to accept that there is a differing opinion and view point and still respect it. Is working from that point to something greater better or is staying stuck and then being pushed apart better?” 

Clarks words echo as they drive back home, both are still in their own thought bubbles, their hands not intertwined and Loki wishes they could get past this diverging road and meet back together. 

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Sunday 

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Y/N wakes up to an empty bed. Loki’s arm is not draped around her, keeping her close to him. She turns in bed, moving closer to where Loki had laid, trying to bask in the sanctuary that was her room.

Their conversation explained several things, delving deeper into Loki and his apprehension over the bonds seeing how some vampires mistreated their mates. 

“There were several vampires I met, who kept their mates human, because the when exposed to blood drinking frequently the mate wills their life to please the vampire. Consent never came in only the allure of immortality.” Loki recounted, he sat away from Y/N as he spoke needing to be upfront. 

“And the bond does act out of its own volition to push two soul mates together. Even if they may try to suppress their feelings.” 

“When you kept running into me?” Y/N questions hesitantly. Loki nods not meeting her eyes. 

“The way I was behaving as though a full replica of Alexander’s Coven member, feeding from humans, using them, leading witches astray to execute his plan. Y/N I, I did not think I was worthy for someone made just for me.” Loki admits aloud. 

“But you were made for me too.” Y/N reminds him.

“Why would you want someone with so much darkness, someone who could hurt you, someone who did hurt you.” He begs her to answer. 

Y/N stays quiet for a moment. 

“Because despite the darkness you chose to bring yourself out of it, you decided to get away. You even tried staying away from me. Though that wouldn’t have worked cause I would have not let you go.” Y/N smiles when she hears his soft chuckle. 

“Yes, when you left, it hurt horribly but that was,”

“Don’t make excuses.”

“I’m not,” 

“Y/N.”

They stay quiet once again. 

“When did you change your stance on soulmates?” Y/N curiously wonders. 

Loki finally looks at her, noticing the flecks within her irises, admiring the beautiful colour of her eyes. 

“When I understood you did not need me just as a lover. You became my companion first, a friend, a confidant. Do you remember when I read Walt Whitman to you?” Loki remembers that evening so evidently. 

“A week before you told me your truth.” Y/N recalls easily, waiting for him to explain further. 

“I finished reading ‘Once I Pass’d Through A Populous City.’ you were on the verge of falling asleep. You took my hand, between both of yours, softly placed a kiss upon it. You made me understand what falling in love is, to open my heart up. That night I told you about my family. My loss, my childhood, my forgone dreams. You cherished me for who I was, not because of what the bond pushed you to ignore. You did not love blindly. Nor did I love you blindly.” 

Loki kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in between his, 

“You’re the only soul I’ve bared my soul to; the only soul I was brave enough to hold, the only soul I selfishly dug my hands into to keep you with me, but still kept far apart. I’m sorry I broke your heart, I will mend it in anyway you ask, I will leave if you ask me to, I will protect you even if you decide not to take me as your lover. The bond was so frayed yet I knew you’re the one I want to love till this world perishes with us within it. I know I’m asking you for far too much than I deserve. Far too much than what you should allow me to have, hold and love. I, I’m a selfish coward, Y/N.”

“Selfish because I loved you when I was with you, I loved you when I broke your heart and mine. I loved you when I offered our bond in sacrifice. I loved you when I returned to find you lost. I loved you when you hated me. I loved you when you tried to push me away to protect the very heart of yours I broke. I want to make you mine in every way there exists. I want to be yours till my immortality is ripped from me. I want to love you till you will allow me to do so, I love you.” Loki presses his lips all over her palms and forearm. He rests his head in her lap her tears cascade from her eyes onto his cheek.

Y/N falls forward from the chair onto his lap, their lips meet with longing and a burning need to he closer. 

The kiss tastes of old wounds that could start healing, salt tears and love that was once lost to both. 

The kiss ends as they part to feel more skin, the bond urging the need to feel each other close. 

Clothing discarded, the fireplace burning of dying embers. 

Hands exploring skin to reminisce and remember. 

Soft whispers of love. 

Warm kisses of new promises. 

Caresses with the palms that once bled holding their broken heart’s shards, find comfort within the skin that glows with love. 

The bond isn’t forged that night but the remaining darkness surrounding their bond seeps away, allowing gold to cascade amongst their stars. 

Loki stands at the stove preparing breakfast for her and drinking blood from an insulated tumbler. Nia had cleared out her wine cooler to accommodate his inconspicuous blood bottles. 

Y/N wraps her arms around his waist, stars cascade merrily across Loki’s chest at her affection. 

“Good Morning.” he greets, laughing when she starts swaying to dance without music. 

“Good Morning, It’s date night.” She singsongs, then laughs. 

Loki turns offering a kiss which she gladly accepts. 

“Indeed it is.” He smiles. Y/N pouts suddenly. 

“Whats wrong?” Loki wonders, brushing his thumb over her lips. 

“You haven’t read to me in a long time.” Y/N reminds him, missing the warmth of those moments suddenly. 

“So you want to laze around in bed with me till noon?” Loki catches on, poking her cheek. 

“Maybe…” She smiles at him, Midnight jumps on the counter, the scent of chicken enticing her. 

“Midnight we have a deal don’t we?” Loki reminds the small creature. 

Midnight freezes her paw that was about to touch the sausages in the plate hovers mere centimetres away. 

She gives him her trademark kitty eyes, the blue of her eyes entirely taken up by her pupils. 

Loki turns back to Y/N to tell her that her little cat is a dramatic baby. He finds her also giving him the same kitty eyes. 

“Alright.” He accepts defeat, “You get your cuddles and you can get the chicken.” 

Midnight chirps happily and Y/N grins elated. 

“Both of you are menaces.” Loki shakes his head, admiring the two fondly. 

“You love us.” Y/N gives him a pointed look. 

“Indeed I do.” He gives her a soft kiss and then a kiss upon Midnight’s forehead. 

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Tate Modern brings a nostalgia that Y/N knows if she visited when Loki was gone; she would have broken down into hysterics since it held so much of meaning to the pair. 

Rayesa greets them in the corridor as she had months before. Leading them to the door that had brought their bond to the physical realm. 

Only this time, Y/N would know that it was real and not just a feeling. Loki smiles down at her as he opens the door to allow them to pass through the smaller darkened corridor, his eyes adjust swiftly, he checks the room using his senses, relaxing slightly when he perceives no threat. 

Excitement floods their bond as Y/N practically buzzes when they are about to enter. 

Loki chuckles but he knows her excitement is matching with his own. 

Y/N feels a tug just before the mirror room should begin, Loki stays standing at the edge of the corridor. 

The vampire frowns, trying to step forward. 

There is movement to their left, Loki pulls Y/N back against him. 

“Weave.” They both speak together. 

Y/N steadies her mind, knowing what may come next. 

“Stay by me, he won’t enter the weave.” Loki whispers to her, she nods. 

“I may not enter but I can make her come outside to play, pretty boy.” The cloaked Vampire says, the lights surround him, Y/N feels tears brim, their memory being tainted. 

Loki pulls her closer, his fangs appear, eyes darkening and the red appearing. 

“Oh it is cute, you want to know what is going on in my head, well I have a warlock to help keep you out.” 

The weight of the stake grounds Y/N, she knows manoeuvres to use it with precision now. 

“Lets make him make an appearance. Warlock join us.” The vampire’s hand calls forth, Y/N feels the air leave her lungs as the warlock steps out of the shadows into the light. 

His hair shorter, his stance broader and there is a cold glint in his blue eyes that once only housed warmth. 

“James?” Y/N questions, his eyes flicker to her, then back to Loki, then back to her. 

James then looks back to the vampire waiting for the next order. Not recognising her even a little. 

“Help our vampire out, he hasn’t had a headache in so long.” 

Loki groans, he moves his hand from her waist just before his grip turned harsher. The pain sears his head, and the noise ringing had him in the worst imaginable pain, almost close to being staked. 

“Bucky, Stop it!” Y/N brings forth the small crescent moons. 

“Ah, ah, witch. I will make him hurt, more.”

Loki screams as she raises her hand to throw the crescent as her hand lowers the pained scream stops as Loki heaves. 

She flicks her wrist behind, sending a spirit message to Sierra for help with the weave. 

“What do you want?” Y/N questions the vampire, “Why do you have Bucky under your, compliance?” 

“I honestly prefer you when you’re high and being delicious for me.” The vampire tuts. 

Loki’s growl is cut off by another pained scream as James keeps his gaze locked on Loki. 

“Tell him stop it.”

“Step out of the weave.” The vampire offers.

“No.” Loki screams through the pain. 

“Stop the pain and I will.” 

“I don’t believe you, witch.” The vampire stays cloaked, the smugness of his tone irks her. She steps out of the weave’s border. 

“Ah he’s been feeding from you.” The vampire muses. 

Bucky looks back at Y/N, their eyes meet again. 

“You know when I took this little warlock in,” The vampire grabs Bucky’s jaw harshly. His shoulders tighten in the slightest. 

“I was surprised to find out he knows you. Hand to use compliance to make him even want to cause you, his sweet friend, even a semblance of harm.” 

Swiftly Y/N is against the wall and the vampires hands are on her throat. Loki pushes against the weave. The lights ripple around them. 

“Will you be a good blood bag today? Get high and help me get high? Hmm?” The vampire admires her sickeningly. 

“No.” Y/N brings forth the static, the vampire flies to the other side of the room, lights tangling with his body. 

“Warlock.” The vampire calls out, making himself upright. 

Bucky raises his hand, Y/N raises her own. 

Bucky looks around suddenly, confused. 

“What the fuck?” He falls to the ground, flailing as though he’s being pushed under water. 

The vampire pushes Y/N down holding her hands above her head. 

“You will comply.” The vampires dark and red rimmed eyes finally greet hers. His face still covered by a mask.

She spits in his face earning a slap across her face. 

Loki launches himself at the vampire, lavender scents surround him, he knows her coven is sending help. 

“Warlock get her to comply.” The vampire orders before Loki throws him into a mirror with shards flying across the room. Loki retrieves his stake, pressing it into the vampire’s arm. 

Bucky takes the place the vampire had, his fingertips touch her temples. Y/N groans, trying to block his intrusion. She uses her knee to push him to the floor, his fingertips stay on her temples. 

Y/N puts her own index and middle finger over his forehead. 

Bucky and Y/N both have blank expressions on their faces. 

‘Bucky?’ Y/N opens her eyes to a long corridor, darken brick walls lit by candles floating at varying heights casting a warm glow. 

She follows the path that goes deeper, a door comes into view, a small window exists to peek into it. 

Y/N stands near it looking in, a small brunette boy runs around a field, frosting coating his fingers and nose, squealing as a older girl runs behind him. 

Another door presents itself, she peeks into it, Bucky, stands near a casket, his eyes red rimmed. Gramma Barnes putting a hand on his shoulder. The picture of his mom surrounded by a floral wreath. 

Y/N steps away, these are doors of his memories. 

‘Bucky?’ Y/N calls out, only a haunting echo of her voice greets the corridor. 

She walks in further grunts reach her ears.

She steps closer to the room, Bucky lays on the floor. A dark creature looms over him. 

‘Bucky?’ Y/N rushes towards him,

‘Y/N? Stay away, don’t let that thing latch onto you.’

The dark disembodied creature cackles moving towards her, she raises her crescent moons the creature groans as the moons pierce through its body. 

‘How the?’ Bucky is baffled. 

‘I’m a witch.’ She shrugs, bending down to retrieve the silver stake. 

‘I’m a warlock.’ Bucky says hesitantly standing up grabbing his side. 

The creature comes full throttle towards her, she raises her stake, the creature moves, she cuts off the edge of it, it screams as if in pain. 

Bucky raises his hands, two embers glow. 

‘Whats the plan?’ Y/N questions as they wait for the creature to attack. 

‘I’m going to kill the shit of that thing.’ He informs.

The creature lurches for Bucky, he ducks and Y/N stabs the back of it.

‘I think it should be a we kill effort but up to you.’ Y/N shrugs taking out the stake. Bucky looks up at her, raising his hand for help to get up. He pants, 

‘Yeah okay. We kill.’ He agrees. 

‘Have you tried a vampire weave?’ Y/N questions. 

‘What am I in kindergarten warlock class?’ Bucky throws the ember at the creature, it burns like sludge falling to the ground. 

Y/N shifts narrowly missing being latched onto. 

‘Its a we effort.’ Bucky says in her imitation. 

Y/N gives him a glare.

‘Can that moon of yours be modified into a boomerang effect?’ 

Bucky questions as they duck behind a desk. ‘I really hope none of my thesis work is burned.’ 

‘There is a compliance vampire demon child ghoul thing and you care about the thesis.’ Y/N throws her moon for a trial at the boomerang effect. 

‘If it was yours?’ Bucky raises an eyebrow ducking back after throwing an ember. 

‘Touché.’

Bucky gives her an I told you so look. 

Loki groans as the stake cuts through his shoulder blade. He elbows the vampire throwing the stake out. He watches Y/N and Bucky stay in their mind realm as he pushes the vampire to the ground, taking the stake out from himself and into the neck of the vampire. 

The vampire blocks his hands, attempting to push Loki away. 

‘Do you have a silver stake?’ Y/N questions. 

‘No, but I do have a memory of one? You remembered you had one on your calf right?’

‘Yeah.’ Y/N says, Bucky peeks above the desk to check. 

‘Where is it?’ She enquires. 

‘I ducked back too quickly.’ Bucky groans. 

‘Warlock playgroup.’ She labels. 

‘How long have you been training?’ He offendedly asks her. 

‘Three weeks…’ She admits.

‘Baby-witch.’ He scoffs at her. 

Y/N glares at him. 

‘You’re an asshole.’ She says finally. 

‘Okay that I deserve. You’re still dating the vampire?’ He asks they begin to sneak out the back trying not to get caught. 

‘We’re soulmates.’ She whispers. 

‘God, no wonder, we couldn’t happen.’ Bucky shakes his head. 

‘We could have been friends but you were busy being besties with Maria.’ She throws at him when they enter the memory door. 

‘Are you jealous?’ Bucky smirks, feeling smug.

‘No, in-fact I wished her best of luck for being friends with a flaker.’ Y/N looks around the memory, they were inside a log house. 

‘You know once we kill that thing, I’ll take you to the memory of that call where I can make you hear you never called me a flaker.’ He walks the familiar environment leading her down into a basement. 

Y/N only scoffs in response. 

The room is carpeted, four walls lined with books, a table in the centre and a recliner to the side. 

There is a set of dark-wood doors and the scent of patchouli wafting through. 

‘Thats the bigger reading room, with space to practice. This is my Gramma’s library.’ Bucky moves to retrieve a box, opening it and sighing with relief. 

Y/N screams as pain sears her sides where the creature begins to seep into her skin. 

Loki groans, 

“That would be my compliance latching to her.” The vampire effective pushes him, grabbing Loki by the collar and driving upwards they tangle in more lights

The vampire throws Loki down to the floor, Y/N and Bucky’s bodies shift at the impact that cracks the ground. 

Y/N thrashes in Bucky’s hold, the compliance latching onto her. 

‘Bucky!’ Y/N screams her stake falling and sliding towards Bucky. 

‘The crescent!’ Bucky reminds her, Y/N calls back the used moon, it cuts through the neck of the creature. 

Bucky lunges forwards dragging the stakes through the creature’s heart, dragging it upwards, the sludge moves over them then evaporates. 

Gramma Barnes comes out of the room, to fund the two of them panting hard and laying on the floor attempting to recover. 

‘Bucky.’ Gramma holds a scolding tone. 

‘Y/N.’ She says in the same tone. 

She looks at him questioningly having only met Gramma on video call. 

‘I’m a witch too give me some credit, also clean up the mess before leaving.’ She scolds leaving them to clean up the mess. 

Loki grabs the second stake from Y/N’s calf. The vampire’s chest left battered with wounds. 

The vampire lays down out of energy and his compliance on Bucky broken. 

Y/N and Bucky shift, taking in the scene in front of them. Y/N rushes to Loki, hugging him tightly. 

“I’ve got blood, don’t need to feed.” He assures her, pressing a soft kiss to her hair. 

Bucky walks towards the semi unconscious vampire. 

“Welcome back, Mr. Barnes.” Loki greets, Y/N moves back to his side, his arm protective around her waist. 

“Good to see you too, Professor.” Bucky greets back. 

Bucky bends down to the cloaked vampire, pulling the mask away. 

“Looking pretty strong John.” Bucky’s fist glows brighter, the punch bruises John’s face as he knocks out finally. 

“That was for Gramma.” Bucky informs then looks back at Y/N and Loki. 

“I’m so sorry.” Y/N tears up, Loki releases her to hug her friend. 

Bucky sighs in content at the familiarity of her. Internally thanking his luck she brought him back out of the compliance. 

“I missed you.” Bucky admits, “I’m sorry I left in the way I did.” His palm rests over her hair, comforting her. 

“Buy me a book and I’ll forgive you. I missed you too.” Y/N mumbles against his shoulder. He laughs.

“You got it, Poetess.” 

Loki, looks at them, no longer jealous or worried he’d lose her. 

Bucky looks at Loki, the protective warning in his blue eyes clear as day. 

If Loki hurt Y/N, Bucky Barnes would be sure to hurt Loki back.

That warning applied to everyone, Bucky cherished dearly. 

-x-x-x-x-

A.N.: sooooooooooooo thoughts? (also just finished moonknight and oh my god, i need to have a word with the bird. ALSO LAYLAAAAA MY CURLY HAIRED QUEEN IT FEELS SO GOOD TO SEE HER CURLS OUT AND PROUD ever since i shifted to the curly girl method i've been struggling to love my hair everyday but its a journey and seeing someone out there just helps so much)

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@nextraordinaire tagged me like a month ago but even after eleven years on this site I can’t respond on time to memes, somehow?

1. are you named after anyone?

Yes, my paternal grandmother and my godmother, as it is usual for good Catholic girls.

2. when was the last time you cried?

can’t remember, probably a year ago out of anger? I hardly ever cry, which was really funny when I was fired, because they somewhat expected me to cry and... no? Not even if I was actually sad?

3. do you have kids?

No. And I’m not sure anymore how I feel about that.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Way too much.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

The way they carry themselves. Like, I can spot my father 100 metres away in a crowd like that, despite my failing eyesight. I look at how people walk and stand.Then the eyes. 

6. what’s your eye color?

Had a drunk recently wax on about my beautiful brown eyes. Fucker, they’re green, they only look brown because of my central heterochromia.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

going to give the same answer as the person before me: neither. ambiguous/open endings, please.

8. any special talents?

I can reach the top shelves, but also fold myself into one? I’m tall yet bendy.

9. where were you born?

Austria.

10. what are your hobbies?

wasting time on the internet, cycling, reading, being social.

11. have you any pets?

no. aside from the cats that visit my garden and the adorable songbirds that soon will end up in their stomachs, I don’t have any pet. (Also I’m so sorry nextra!)

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

so many, the ones I like most are the brutal ones, like martial arts and field hockey. A little known fact about me though is that I did ballet for roughly 8 years and was asked to be a cheerleader for a professional but small basketball team. So I can do both.

13. how tall are you?

6′.

14. favorite subject in school?

Always depended on the teacher, I was a nerd and good in all of them.

15. dream job?

Andrew Scott’s professional armpit sniffer.

tagging everyone who reads this, seriously, I mean it, tag me if you’re done!

#also not to destroy nextra's dream but unis are SHITTY employers #leaving mine after seven years of sweat blood and tears in a few days and I want to see them die in my dust