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Final Battle Preparations

A/N: This post is for a special friend who managed to accomplish something personal lately, so here's to healthy coping mechanisms! Also, I haven't played the game before so this is very much non-canon.

Warning: This is going to be pretty smutty so definitely 18+

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"So, a woman Witcher, huh? I've only ever met one other one before," Triss Merigold mentioned as the both of you stood out in the training grounds of Kaer Morhen. You were training yourself before the oncoming battle against the Wild Hunt. Your medallion vibrated violently against your chest. "Ciri, yes, I'm aware," you replied shortly as you swung your sword down on the training dummy. "I'm not from the School of the Wolf." "You're from the Cat School, correct?" Triss asked as she indicated to the cat head swinging from your neck. "Geralt mentioned you're here as a favour for him. What did he do for you?" You swung your sword down in a powerful blow that took the dummy's head off.

You heaved your chest, taking in deep breaths as you shot the sorcerer a violent glare. "Listen red-head, it's bad enough they have someone like you out here watching me. I don't need an interrogation." "So hostile," she teased as she sat down on a nearby bench. The vibrations soothed slightly. "I'm just making sure you're here for the right reasons." "And those are?" She sighed before leaning back and looking out onto the landscape the ruins looked over.

"Blasted medallion!" You swore as you grasped onto the medallion. The vibrations were irritating the skin underneath the thin shirt you had on while you trained. "It's reacting because I'm here, isn't it?" "Unfortunately, yes," you replied as you put the medallion under your shirt, hoping it would calm down.

Triss stood up from the bench and slinked over to where you were standing. She traced a finger along the chain and slipped it under the shirt, fishing the medallion from between your breasts. "If it's annoying, take it off." You choked on your saliva for a second and heat rushed to your face. "I, uh, I don't think I've taken it off since I received it." "I don't blame you. A Witcher's medallion has many uses," she smirked as she looked over the cat face. "I can think of a few others." You gasped slightly as she pulled the chain up over your head.

The relief as the vibrations left your skin was satisfying. "Maybe we should help the others prepare-" Triss interrupted you with a kiss. Her soft lips impacted with your and she pulled herself close. Your heart raced as her arms snaked around your waist. Pulling yourself away, you took a few deep breaths.

"What in the name of-" "No better way to prepare for a battle than to relieve some tension," Triss explained. "Everyone's up in the castle preparing. No one's going to see." "Where, um... where did this come from?" "You Witchers seem to know how to satisfy a woman well. I wondered how a woman Witcher would perform. Only if you wa-" Now it was she who was interrupted with another kiss.

Your hands cupped her head, slowly creeping your left hand to the back of her head, clawing at her red hair. You felt her hands caress your body and then... there it was. The vibrating. You pulled back and noticed your medallion was in Triss' right hand as she cupped your backside. With a smirk, she pulled you back for another kiss.

You pushed her into a nearby wall and pressed yourself against her as the both of you kissed each other passionately. With a free hand, you wrestled the medallion out of her grasp and pinned her hands above her head. "Your turn," you purred into her ear as you pressed it gently against her right nipple. A soft moan escaped Triss' lips and you started kissing her down her neck as you circled the vibrating medallion around her nipple.

"More," she moaned as she tried to push herself further into the medallion. "You want more?" You smirked as you pulled the medallion away from her. You placed it back between her breasts and slowly started to lower it as you stared into her eyes. You stopped at her lower abdomen and a grin crept across your face. You unbuttoned her pants and slowly traced the medallion lower and lower.

She moaned louder now that the vibrations from the medallion were stimulating her. A primal joy boiled inside you at the her reaction. You were used to being in her position, to having men satisfying your body and giving you what you desired. Now, you were able to provide that feeling to another woman, which made you feel... powerful?

"I want to taste you," she managed to whimper as her legs shook. You let her hands go and lied yourself down on the bench she previously sat on. Pulling your pants off, you then spread your legs open, inviting her in. Triss stared at you as she slowly crawled forward. Soon, her face disappeared as she lowered your head in and lightning flashed through your body as the you felt the warm sensation of her tongue.

Your back arched from the pressure you felt as she slid a finger inside of you. You clasped her hair and pulled her up to look at you. That primal feeling boiled inside again as you saw her rose flushed cheeks and saw that her breathing heavy now that she had a chance at fresh air. She kissed your thighs, trailed them further downward and suddenly, that lightning feeling returned.

"Triss?! Oh my-" The both of you whipped your heads around to see Geralt standing at the entrance to the training grounds. He turned his head away, but you caught him glancing at the both of you through the corner of his eye. "Why don't you join us, Geralt?" Triss asked seductively. She then looked at you, as if asking for permission. You nodded your head and turned to him. "No better way to prepare for a battle than to relieve some tension," you smirked as he started to undress himself.

~Emma

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Memories and Illusions

A/N: So... it's been a few weeks... let's get back into it!

Chapter 3

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You sat down in the manager's office, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You hadn't realized that you had been holding your breath majority of the night whenever Mr. Barnes spoke to you.

Mr. Barnes. The name felt foreign in your mouth, like some curse word your parents would make you wash your mouth out after saying. Mr. Barnes. That's not who he was to you. "Bucky."

The knock at the officer door startled you. "Mrs. Laufeyson, Mr. Barnes has requested your presence in his suite." "Send room service," you tried dismissing your employee as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. "He specifically requested you."

"Mr. Barnes," there's that dirty feeling again. "How can I be of assistance?" "(y/n), come in," he greeted as he stepped aside. You stepped in, arms wrapped behind your back to look as professional as possible."(y/n), it's been a while." "B- James... I didn't think you'd recognize me." Your posture relaxed and you felt like how you used to around him. He's still a client. This is still work.

"I wanted to catch up. I'd always wondered how life was treating you in the Big Apple." "I'm sorry James, but this is a bad time." "Work?" You nodded and he sighed. "You can't spare a few minutes?" "I have other clients who need to be taken care of as well. As well as a whole staff of-" "Yeah, yeah. I get it."

The man made his way back to the door and opened it for you. "How about we catch up for lunch tomorrow? I have a meeting at 12, so let's say... 2?" "James, I-" Loki has a gig tomorrow afternoon. He won't be back until dinner. You never miss his gigs. James gave you a look that you hadn't seen since high school. This mischievous, yet subtle smirk that made your heart melt. You'd do anything for that look. And you hate yourself for that. "Yeah, 2 sounds fine."

He gave you his number, but as he slipped the note into your hands, you felt his fingers linger over your engagement ring. "It's a cute ring, he must really love you," he said softly before closing the door behind you.

I sighed heavily. You'd been holding your breath again. Naughty girl.

~ Emma

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Can I please have a fluffy Bucky imagine, where Y/N thinks he hates her because he avoids her at all cost, but then Steve tells her that Bucky likes her

Here it is! Hope you enjoy!

High School Tactics

~ Emma

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High-School Tactics

It's almost been a week since the battle with Thanos' army. More importantly, it's almost been a week since the Vanished returned to us. Someone returned due to Bruce's snap. Someone who you never got the chance to admit your feelings for.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.

Losing him during the Blip was one of the worst feelings you had ever felt. After trying to stop Thanos from getting to Vision and almost killing yourself in doing so, watching Bucky vanish and not being able to move or do anything was heart wrenching.

Then, that same feeling returned when the portals started opening on the battlefield around the ruins of the Avengers Facility. When you saw him join the army standing behind Steve, you heart almost jumped out of your chest to hug him.

You so very badly wanted to walk up to him, now that you had the chance, and just admit everything that had been building inside you since you met him in Romania. The problem was... he never seems to be around.

Well, he is around. It just so happens that every time you enter a room, he leaves. Sometimes you think he's ashamed of that time he choked you when Zemo set him loose, but then you realize that was long ago and you both had gone through so much together since then.

"Did you see that? He just walks right out!" "Yeah... that's what people do in coffee shops?" Steve laughed as he sat across from you. He followed your gaze to see what you were so transfixed by. Bucky had walked into the store, moments ago, and immediately left after making eye contact with you.

"Bucky. Every time he sees me just about anywhere, he turns on his heels and leaves! Just like that," you snap your fingers and everyone nearby flinches at the sound. You apologize and try to shrink back to avoid the evil glares.

You tell Steve how you've felt about Bucky and how he's been avoiding you before you've had the chance to tell him your truth. In response, Steve began laughing, grabbing his left breast as he did so. "What's so funny? It feels pretty crap to knows that he hates me so much." "(y/n), you've got it all wrong!" "What do you mean?" "Bucky likes you! Ever since you helped us bring him to Wakanda. When he was working with the Dora Milaje to cure his brainwashing, he sent me a letter and explained he was trying his hardest so he could come back to you as soon as possible." You sat there, stunned at hearing this news. "Now that he's back and you're very much real, not just a imaginative desire, my guess is he's chickened out from telling you anything." "Christ! What high school tactics!" "Go get him. I want to see you both together before I leave." "Before you what?" "For the mission tomorrow. Go! I'll see you later."

You raced outside and managed to pick Bucky's cap out from the crowd. You weaved through pedestrians and managed to tap his shoulder. "Bucky, wait! I want to talk." "Oh, uh, hi (y/n). I was actually heading-" "Listen to me, James! I need to tell you something...

I love you."

~ Emma

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Hello! Could I please request a smut imagine with Scott Lang? Maybe with prompt 27 and 33 👀

Hey there! Which prompt list were you looking at? Fluff, angst, or general?

Make sure you include the list title in future imagines!

~ Emma

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Memories and Illusions

A/N: The last chapter was a blast to write and did pretty well, seeing as we've been inactive for a while. It's the weekend now, and that means the next chapter of your life as Loki Laufeyson's wife.

Chapter 2

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"Have you heard the news? There's a new guy." Natasha told you while you grabbed your books from your locker. You checked your hair in the mirror hanging on the inside of your door, ensuring your butterfly clips were still in place.

"I've heard he's really hot. I call dibs if he is!" "Grow up, Nat. Anyways, if you're talking about Buck- I mean, James Barnes, forget about it. He's bad news." "You know him?! Tell me everything! Was he good in bed?" She giggled as you began to make your way towards class. "I know him, but not like that. We grew up together." "Wowee!" "Get a hold of yourself, Nat. It's not like-" You were interrupted with a thud as you walked straight into someone.

"Gee, thought you woulda noticed me at least," a familiar voice said. "I've missed seeing you, doll." "James. Hi." "James?" He began to laugh. "You haven't called me James in years!" "What have you been calling him, (y/n)?" Natasha teased with a smirk. "I'll leave you two alone, sounds like you have a lot of catching up to do. See you in Calc, (y/n)." Behind him, Natasha made a clawing motion with her hand before heading to class.

The both of you stood quietly in awkwardness for a moment before he finally cleared his throat. "So, Pops and I moved back to town. He was done in L.A. and wanted to come back home before he gets flown out to who-knows-where again." "How, uh, is he? Your dad." "Oh he's great. You know, the usual: business and distractions." "Oh, that's good," you replied awkwardly, desperately seeking out a way to get out of this conversation. "Look, Bucky, it was nice catching up, but I should be getting to class now." "Oh yeah, no worries! Hey, um, Pops is letting me have the place this weekend. I was hoping to have a return-to-home party. You should come." "Yeah, totally, um, I'm sure Nat would kill to go to a party." "Sweet. I'll, uh, send you the deets."

It was hard to focus for the rest of the day. In class, you daydreamt about growing up with Bucky as kids. Going on adventures in the woods and playing hide and seek in his house. And when you weren't in class, you found yourself watching him sit by himself in the cafeteria. You were sure he noticed you watching, and part of you felt like going over to sit with him, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

By the end of the day, you were walking home with Natasha when she finally asked you what your story was with Bucky. "I, uh... it's a weird one. We grew up together and I, well, I started to get feelings for him. Then his mom died and he and his dad moved to L.A. He started hooking up with all these girls and partying all the time and I just couldn't take it. I told him he had changed and become someone who I didn't know and we sorta just stopped talking. It's weird seeing him again, and for him to act like nothing's happened is just so frustrating."

After arriving home, your butler informed you that your parents weren't going to be home for dinner. You were used to hearing this by now. Mom and dad were always caught up at work, leaving you to have dinner alone with Mr. Pym.

After some homework, the phone started ringing, and you raced downstairs to answer a welcome distraction from calculus. "Hello, (l/n) residence, this is (y/n) speaking." "Oh! Young (y/n)! How are you my dear?!" "Mr. Barnes! It's, uh, it's great to hear from you again. I'm well thanks. I hope the moved down wasn't too tiresome." "Thank you, my dear. Are your parents home by any chance?" "They're at work currently. Would you like me to leave a message for them?" "Oh no, thank you. I was hoping to speak to you, actually. James told me he saw you at school today. I was hoping maybe I could invite you over for tea with James and I. It's been a while and I thought it'd be a nice chance for you two to catch up." "Thank you, Mr. Barnes, but-" "It's settled then. I'll call your father at work and let him know. I'll send James to pick you up at 7. Goodbye, Ms. (l/n)." "Mr. Barnes-" The phone hung up before you had a chance to object.

7 o'clock eventually arrived, and there was a firm knock at the door. "Oh! Mr. Barnes! What a please to be seeing you," you could hear Mr. Pym greeting James. "Ms. (l/n)! Mr. James Barnes is here to pick you up for tea!" "I'm on my way!"

You quickly grabbed a cardigan and made your way down the stairs. James was waiting at the door, and for a second, you thought you saw his face light up when he saw you.

"You ready to go, (y/n)?" James asked as you reached the door. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

~ Emma

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“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.”

“Do you not remember me?”

“I thought you said wouldn’t fall in-love.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

“I’d never fall in-love.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Just take my hand.”

“You’re weak.”

“Was that part of the bet?”

“At least I kept my promises.”

“Take me back.”

“I need (her/him/them).”

“Do you miss me?”

“What happened to us?”

“People say I’m heartless.”

“Another nightmare?”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Hold onto me.”

“I have nothing.”

“It’s killing you.”

“Maybe you should give up.”

“I’m tired of running.”

“(She/he/they) changed (her/his/their) world.”

“Just like we promised.”

“I can’t leave.”

“You’re a bad liar did you know?”

“I could’ve helped.”

“I never wanted any of this.”

“Only you.”

“Come home.”

“I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Just say the word.”

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Do you trust me?” “No.”

“It was your idea!”

“What happened to your face?”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I don’t like you.”

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“Why is it always you?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Who said I ever stopped?”

“Get out of my head.”

“You flinched.”

“Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”

“I did it again, didn’t I?”

“I’m not going to fight you.”

“Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.”

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.”

“You’re who they warned me about.”

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?”

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?”

“You always do this.”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“You look happy.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

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Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?”

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?”

“I love you.” “No you don’t”

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.”

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.”

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

“It’s always a losing game with you.”

“If it means anything, I love you.”

“I must’ve loved (her/him/them) a lot.”

“You’re in-love with somebody else.”

“(She/he/they/I) lost (her/his/their/my) soulmate.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“I’ve moved on.”

“This isn’t the person I fell in-love with.”

“It doesn’t matter unless I’m their last right?”

“Why are you still fighting?”

“You were the one who walked out, not me.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You’re choosing (her/him/them) over me?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“You lost the right when you walked out of my life.”

“What happened to forever?”

“Don’t you remember me?”

“Would you have said yes?”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it isn’t!”

“You’re with me for a reason, right?”

“Why would (I/she/he) fall for someone else?”

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“You’ll always be a friend.”

“Did you love me (me/her/him/them)?”

“I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Everything.”

“I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“You have to let me go.”

“It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening, you’re not real!”

“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”

“Why are you letting (her/him/them/me) do this to you?” “Because I love (her/him/them/you).”

“Would you do the same for me?”

“What happened to all of our promises?”

“This was our forever.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“It’s been years, can’t you just give me a chance.”

“I’m not ready to get hurt again.”

“Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

“I’m not ready to lose you.”

“No, not again. Please!”

“You just had to go and ruin everything.”

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

“You know this means nothing right?”

“It’s not my fault you believe(d) everything I (say/said).”

“You promised forever.”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe me?”

“Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

“Why did you have to go and fall in love with me?”

“I shouldn’t still be in love with you.”

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Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.”

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

“You made me a better person. Thank you.”

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

“I’ve learnt to love you.”

“They’re good for each-other.”

“(She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

“I’m not leaving. Ever.”

“I promised to love you forever.”

“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“Can you sing that song for me again?”

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

“I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to…”

“It looks good on you.”

“You’re the reason I’m still here.”

“I love you and all but…”

“You saved me.”

“Would you like to stay?”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“I’m quite comfortable here.”

“How did I manage to get you.”

“Maybe I’m just lucky.”

“It’s us agaisnt the world.”

“Are you hurt? What happened?”

“You fainted, are you alright?”

“What do you remember?”

“I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.”

“Don’t let go.”

“I promise.”

“Am I dreaming?”

“I don’t want to wake up.”

“Find me again.”

“Don’t forget me.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“I wish we didn’t we have to say goodbye.”

“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”

“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

“I could never get tired of you.”

“Are you alright?” “I will be.”

“No you don’t understand, I have to get back!”

“I’m not your princess.”

“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

“For (her/him/them), (I’ll do) anything.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) worth the wait.”

“I can be your reason why.”

“This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.”

“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

“Is somebody jealous?”

“Can you quit being sappy for five seconds?”

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MCU

Imagines:

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

The Final Goodbye - Emma

Not Your Typical First Date *nsfw* - Emma

High School Tactics - Emaa

Steve Rogers

Intensive Training - Emma

It’s okay, It’s over now - Ally

Loki Laufeyson

Oh, I Know - Ally

Sebastian Stan

I Don’t Mind (A Little Lovin’) *Slight nsfw* - Emma

CUT! - Ally

Series:

Memories and Illusions (BuckyxReaderxLoki) *AU* - Emma

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Other Fandoms

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

I’ve Always Loved You - Emma

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Why not? *nsfw* - Ally

The Witcher

Final Battle Preparations *nsfw* - Emma

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Memories and Illusions

A/N: It's been a hot minute and we're back! Thought I'd kick off with the possible start to a series maybe? Be aware, this is a non-superhero modern AU. I make references to the MCU, but some character relations and things have been modified.

Chapter 1

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You and Loki met 5 years ago, at a friend's house party. He introduced himself with a magic trick that you still aren't able to explain to this day. After a few months of coffee dates and flirting eventually bloomed into a long-lasting romance.

On Christmas Eve, while on a trip to your hometown, you went outside to find your favourite tree growing up was lit up in fairy lights that danced and sparkled in the frosty night. Standing in the glowing light was Loki, handsomely dressed in a dark tuxedo and coat. "Come, my gentle Illusion, I have a question to ask."

Snow gently sprinkled as you made your way to your childhood reading nook to find Loki kneeling at the base of the tree. He spoke of how grateful he was that he had met you, and how you were the only one who supported him to chase his dream. With tears in your eyes and another magical twist of his hands, a ring appeared and he quietly asked you to marry him.

This was a year ago, of course. Now the two of you lived in a cramped apartment in New York. Loki worked his dream job as a child entertainer and called himself the "God of Mischief". The subject of kids hadn't really come up yet, but watching him perform for them always made you feel a little giddy.

"Watching him with those kids makes your ovaries ache, doesn't it?" You snapped out of your daydream to see Wanda watching Loki pull a card from behind Tommy's ear. "I don't know. We haven't even talked about it yet. Plus, we still have the wedding." "Fuck the wedding. (y/n), you two have been engaged for a year now. The wedding can wait a bit longer." "I just don't think we're ready. Anyway, if we can't save up enough for a wedding, we won't be able to afford a child..." You drifted off as Loki bowed to his audience of kids and made his way to you and Wanda. He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed you.

"Sometimes your fake magic can even have me fooled," Wanda cleared her throat and stood up. "My magic's just as real as your rituals and card readings," Loki retorted with his signature smirk. She gave him a gentle smack as she made her way over to the kids. "But really, how did I do?" "Like always, your little illusions are amazing." "Not as amazing as my proudest one yet," he said softly as he brushed a tuft of hair away from your face.

After Tommy's party was over, you and Loki made your way back to the apartment. The place was cramped and there was plenty wrong with the place, but you tried to make it as homey as possible. Seeing as Loki only worked as a child entertainer, he didn't earn very much and there were times he barely had any work at all. To make up for his lack of income, you had picked up a job as a manager of the night-shift at a hotel on the Upper East Side. The pay wasn't much, and from whatever money you earned, only a fraction of that was put towards the wedding.

"Your dinner is packed and I've left some food in your bag to snack on if you get hungry," Loki told after you came out in your uniform, a white blouse, dark grey suit jacket and pencil skirt. "Can you make sure to send my suit to the dry cleaners tomorrow? I need it for a meeting later this week," you asked as you retrieved your food from him and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'll make sure it's back by Wednesday. (y/n), I'm sorry-" "Loki, you start this every night. I don't hate that I have to work. I enjoy it, stop feeling bad for yourself." "Yes," he responded softly. He gave you one last kiss before you grabbed the rest of your things and left for tonight's shift.

"(y/n), we have a special guest staying with us for the next week. James Barnes in the CEO of a L.A. based law firm." The name sounded familiar as your boss, Mr. Fury, started to rattle off about why this guest was so important. "We want the managers to be his first port of call. Any questions or requests Mr. Barnes may have, we want you to chase them up personally."

Entering the lobby, Mr. Fury pointed out the new guest and ushered you and the day-shift manager, Steve Rogers, over to the group of lawyers. "Mr. Barnes! Welcome to the Triskelion. My name is Nick Fury and these are my managers, Steve Rogers and (y/n) Laufeyson." Mr. Barnes shook Steve's hand and turned to you to shake yours. Your eyes met and you were instantly taken back to your high school years.

Sitting in Bucky's car, the both of you looked out over your hometown in silence. You had just broken up with him. You and James grew up together in rich families and had fallen in love once you reached your teenage years. However, you realised you wanted to be more self-sufficient in life while James still wanted to continue relying on his family's money. "So... I'm leaving and moving to New York next week." "What about your family? Your mum? Your dad? " "They'll get over it," you said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I don't want to be stuck in a routine, having to think about my family's image before my own happiness. I want to work. I want to travel." "Your family can get you those things." "But I want to get them myself! I want the satisfaction of knowing I earned those things." "Then I guess we're over." "I guess we are."

You stepped forward to shake James' hand. It felt different, firmer and rougher, compared to what those baby-soft hands you remembered felt like. "Glad to make your acquaintance, Ms. Laufeyson. I'll be looking forward to my stay here," he greeted with a smirk growing across his fame.

"It's Mrs. Laufeyson, thank you."

~ Emma

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Can I get a Loki imagine where the reader works in the palace and serves Loki a lot and they develop feelings but never say anything cause hes royalty and they arent and they get all shy and nervous whenever Loki tries to talk to them and it's super fluffy and maybe a tad teasing ? Thank you so much and ps I love your blog so much you guys are amazing 😭😭💖💖

It’s up! And thank you so much! We are trying our hardest!

Oh, I Know

- Ally

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