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Greediest man in the Stone World.
summary: you've just being awaken by your old friend and classmate, Senku, in a whole new human era. But, who's this young guy claiming you as his? a/n: waahh, i sincerly apologise if i disappeared...again. i literally forgot my tumblr writing page, and life took a.. strange turn of events(?) kinda. i hope this first ryusui one shot will make me forgive!!!
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Dark. And then... a golden beam of light passed through my eyes, blinding me. My muscles began to melt. I felt them sore, as if I had slept in an uncomfortable position all night. Or maybe, for three thousand and fifty years. This was what was brought back to me when I woke up from that sleep I thought was eternal. The first thing my eyes noticed when they hatched was a blinding sun. There was so much green. So much vegetation was not seen even in the well-preserved jungles. Then, a group of boys with familiar and unfamiliar faces. My eyes met his.
"Senku..?"
I uttered that name in a subtle tone of voice, and the boy did nothing but address to me that mischievous grin of his own.
"Yoh, Y/N...we need your help".
[ Time skip...(*ゝω・)ノ ]
"So... you need my dexterity in putting these little pieces together so you can build, um... Repeat it, thank you".
"An oxygen tank" Senku rest, without even thinking of getting that smirk off his face.
His attitude hadn’t disappeared after 3,500 years. Not even when he claimed in front of a professor that their speeches were meaningless.
Here we go again...
Between a sigh and the other I immediately set to work, while in the distance I heard Senku arguing with what seemed to be his colleague.
Just in the middle of my work I felt someone touching my shoulder gently. A delicate touch, like that of a… "Child?" The girl in question wore a watermelon helmet on her head, with lenses inserted in the two holes that created a space for the eyes. She made a sound of wonder, her hands to her mouth.
"So, you are new here!" With a confused look I lowered myself to her level, able to have a face-to-face conversation with the little creature. " I suppose so..? And you are...?" That little girl who didn’t immediately show her intentions and courage was pretty to say the least. "Suika wanted to welcome you to the Science Team!" she said clearly, now showing me her hand to shake her. I took her, and with a kind smile, I accepted her request. "How kind of you! Since I am now a new addition to your team, can I have the honor to meet my future colleagues and companions?"
Little Suika nodded happily, running in the opposite direction where I was working. Heck. Maybe it was me who was no longer a child like her, but Suika seemed really fast in the race, not giving me a chance to keep up. I didn’t know where he was taking me; we passed through several huts, erected on wooden structures, running as if someone was after us.
The only one chasing her was me. Looking back to see if we’d actually drifted apart, my foot tripped on a double-sized rock. The collision with the stone made me lose my balance; I was ready to crash on the dirty ground and have some bruises all over my face for a few days. Only that never happened. In the instant that I was about to feel my face against the damp soil, two arms wrapped my waists not too strong, but with determination, preventing me from slipping a second time. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes. "It’s not even the first day you’re back here on Earth, and you were destined to get hurt. Pff, not very convenient for our team, huh?"
A moment later my eyes sprang to meet his, and those eyes reminded me of an autumn now close to winter. " Well, lady killer, now you might as well put me down. I’m not meant to be your princess." I said authoritatively. His powerful arms let go of my body, and with a little thump my butt bounced off the ground.
What an idiot!
Not only was he now laughing at me with a fat laugh, as if I had just said the funniest joke on Earth, but he didn’t even deign to preseed himself! The blond slightly lowered his head, as I was still on the ground, and with an energetic voice he replied: "Not yet", later going in the opposite direction, with firm step. Oh, what kind of weird I had in front…
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
"Become mine! With all my Drago you would become the luckiest woman in the world!"
Somebody kill me...
It had been two months since I had made my unexpected (better to say, unlucky) acquaintance with blondie, who had the name of Ryusui Nanami. With his egocentrism and sheer avarice, he had proved to be one of the most promising members of the Kingdom of Science so far, with great skills for navigation. Apparently he came from one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and he certainly had not lost the habit of being indulged in everything, even after 3,500 years. And since our first meeting, he hasn’t stopped trying once. On every occasion he would give me his flirtations comments (sometimes shabby), he would become handsy, or he would try to buy me with his stupid Drago.
I was not one of those women who was so easily deceived, especially if a situation was about money. He thought I would give in so easily. I was so determined to prove to him the opposite, during these months, that this would give him up. With a gesture of the hand, I pushed him away. " I’m sorry, Ryusui. As I’ve explained many times before, I’m not interested." I took a dramatic break. ".. to you."
He whined loudly like a little baby, fogetting his money behind to get close to me. "You’re making a mistake!" "I have made many mistakes in my life," I answered sharply. "Then add another to your long list." I nailed him down with my sharp look, sketching a tight smile. Nothing to do. That man would never wave the white flag in the sky. However, it was becoming a nuisance, and having it close to me like a fin was starting to run out. For the worse. I had only one idea that could have saved me in that instant, from a near future in which he was no longer clinging to me like an octopus: make him believe he had a chance with me. A bold idea; nevertheless, it had to be tried. Either it will make it or break it. "Maybe, in the future, you might have a chance…" I implied in a vague tone, already heading somewhere, any, to get him off my back. I could swear to see his eyes shining remarkably with hope, and a new fire, fueled by determination.
He snapped his fingers, his iconic gesture that everyone, by now, had learned to recognize, and if he did, it was because he decided to do something. There were no roads back. "HA-HA!" His laughter seemed to flow throughout the Ishigami village. Even Senku and Chrome turned to us, with confused scowls, to see what was so funny at the time. But Ryusui found nothing amusing in this situation, except a challenge to complete.
"So be it! I’ll show you how much I’m willing to change your mind. Anything to get the chance to become yours!"
Though I did not turn to look at him, once again, his muscular arms clasped my waists, turning my body to meet his. Face to face. "You, damned Nanami, what do you want now?!" That gesture had taken me by surprise, because he was not used to come so near me, but with his cheeky smile, he kissed me on both the cheeks. A quick gesture that made me blush remarkably in my face, almost to feel it burn under the palms of my hands. "What the f...?!" "You don’t know it, but you’re already mine!"
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jayden-killer · 4 months
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SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY?
previous part here.
summary: That's it. That's the moment when you decide to open the famous letter Loki wrote to you before sacrificing himself into becoming the God of Stories.
warnings: lots of angst, heheheh.
author's note: my biggest apologies!! I didn't mean to procrastinate this one, but I also had 0 ideas on how to write it ((( ̄へ ̄井). I tried my best. Also, bonus point, as an english literature student, i had to add Shakespeare's Sonnet 18. >:)
taglist (people who wanted the letter, its hereee!!): @eviebuggg @tea-kovsky-pot @sititran
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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My dear,
Putting what I’m feeling on paper now is complicated for me.
Certain emotions have no explanation.
The TVA will collapse. I have seen into the future, and have gone back in time indecipherable times to put a point to this story, however my attempts have always been in vain. Only when hope was about to leave my body, I understood.
I understood my glorious purpose, I understood that there would be no other solution but one: sacrifice.
It will lead to the birth of a new, better timeline, however, not everything is pink and flowers. I already know there will be consequences for what we’ve built hard, you and I. Breaking a love pact that we promised to honor in spite of everything.
Which I will break.
The bitterness in my mouth assails me. The pen trembles in the palm of my hand; my eyes are swollen with tears...
To me, you are like an early morning sun ray on what is to be a sunny summer morning.
To me, you are like sea waves, crashing on rocks with determination, yet delicate in their touch.
To me, you are like the melody of a harp, melodious, cordial.
You are what still feeds the beating of my heart at such a difficult time as this.
You are what I call "Love of my life".
What a wonder, love itself. Before you, I never knew love. You, my other half, enchanted me with your magic. You gave me all of you.
It wouldn’t be fair of me not to return the favor.
I shall never forget your angelic voice, your shining eyes, the sweetness of your lips, your kind touches, the brightest smile in the Nine Realms, making the major gods invidious.
Do not shed more tears than you have already shed.
I will not be physically with you, sleeping in your arms on your comfortable sofa, enjoying the warmth of your body.
I shall watch over you every single day of my existence. Time won't separate us, not even in the slightest.
I'll always look up to you,
I'll always protect you.
Our souls are connected even beyond time itself.
My beautiful wife.
With much love,
𝐿𝑜𝓀𝒾.
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jayden-killer · 4 months
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200 followers!!
WAAAHHH!!! (゚〇゚)
I'm so so happy about it!! Thank to all of you for supporting my stories and my blog, I hope to keep it up for every of you!! ^^
More stories are coming very soon.☆
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jayden-killer · 4 months
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MY TOM HIDDLESTON IG PAGE!
Hi guys!!! Ik this isn't something related to my fics or one shorts, but it's just a shoutout to my insta fan page about Tom Hiddleston. If you're a fan of him, go and follow me!
Ig name: tomhiddleston.is.my.bae
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Unforeseeable incident.
(Loki x fem!reader).
summary: you agreed with your best friend Thor to come to Asgard, expecting you could take well the interdimentional voyage. Well, you didn't. And now you're stuck in a certain prince's bed...
warnings: none. This is a LOKI AU!! This takes place in an universe where Loki was never traumatised by Odin and the events of the first Thor movie don't happen!!!
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Hot.
What I felt on my skin was a suffocating heat that left me no time to breathe.
I could feel the drops of sweat on my forehead, and my breathing was straining as I regained consciousness. Until I opened my eyes with a startle. As if I were drowning in the open sea my lungs filled with all the air possible; I inhaled, I exhaled. I did it a second, then a third time, until my breathing settled. My first thought, looking around the room decorated with antique ornaments, illuminated by the light fire from the fireplace, was that it was certainly not on Earth. Had I been abducted? By aliens? Perhaps I sounded tempting for dinner.
Definitely.
All the thoughts in my head distracted me from the slender figure and well dressed in green and golden armor. The raven hair was well combed backwards. And those aquamarine eyes that reminded me of the salty expanse that I loved so much. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me awake.
"My apologies, young lady, I didn't mean to startle you" was his kind voice.
"I am.. where?" That’s all I could say in the throes of curiosity and fear. If I was kidnapped, I had to at least know the name of my kidnapper.
"I offer you my sincere apologies on behalf of Loki, God of Mischief, son of Odin, and Frigga, brother of Thor and future King of Asgard". He bent down at the bed foot, his face quite close to mine. I could see the delicate features of his face, his lips rosy and thin...
Wait a second. Asgard. Thor..
Oh.
Now my little neurons were connecting.
My hand hit my forehead hard, making the slap ring throughout the room. The raven-haired boy let out an amused laugh. "Your brother is an idiot if he thought I would survive the Bifrost trip," I said, rolling my eyes.
"My brother is many things. Among these, he do not have any sense". He smiled again. "Foolish brother..."
"Right.."
Sitting down, resting my head on the soft (royal) pillow, I still looked around the lost room. It was clear that Asgard, one of the worlds of the Nine Kingdoms, had just come out of a chapter of the ``Lord of the Rings``. Everything seemed so... medieval.
"Make me guess, Prince Loki..."
He raised a hand in dissent and laughed. "I do not approve of the use of real titles, I find them retrograde. We may also be a different people from you Midgardians, however..."
This time it was my turn to interrupt him. "Midgardians?"
"Ah, yes," he smiled. "Mortals. Humans. Earthlings. Which one do you prefer?"
"Every of them, as long as you don’t use earthlings. It looks like I'm talking to an alien." I shuddered at the idea and he couldn’t help but laugh. He moved to the edge of his large bed, standing beside me, while maintaining a distance between us. "I will never do it again, I swear to the gods."
"But you are a God," I pointed out.
"Ah, correct answer, but I am not a superior God."
My eyes shrunk into two small slits, confused. "Okay, go ahead."
"As I said, you mortals are not accustomed to the use of our means of transport. It was clear that you would not be able to pass out at the end of the journey. No wonder my bum-head brother didn’t show you the instructions".
Now I was more confused than before. "Are there any instructions on how to cross it?"
"We’re not barbarians!" he replied, offering me a mischievous smile from those who knew each other. Then he stood up, not looking away from mine. He kept his smile curved towards the corner of his cheek, turning the bed and walking towards the door. Meanwhile I remained on the bed, never breaking the visual contact between us. It was intense, a visual contact that implied that between us it would be a deep future connection.
"Your Asgardian clothes are resting on the chair at the bottom of the room," he said softly, keeping the gold-plated knob in his hand.
"I’m going to have a chat with my stupid brother. You, instead, take it easy, Midgardian."
I think he meant the change of clothes.
Before he could let me fight with my thoughts soft eyes turned towards my direction with a mixed look of curiosity and malice, saying with confidence: "I expect to see you take part in the annual welcome back ceremony of the eldest son tonight. Don’t be late, Odin doesn’t like to wait". With this, he closed the door behind him, and I swore on my life to hear him sniggering. I think it was the third or fourth time I turned to look at the room I was in, in a state of confusion. As much confusion when I wondered aloud if Thor, in another universe, had measured his boldness better.
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Birthday Girl
Summary: Loki surprises you for your birthday.
Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Sub Loki.
A/N: For @lokisgoodgirl Happy Birthday, my sweet friend. Love you! ❤️
Your heart races as you run down the hall to your apartment. Thor told you that your boyfriend Loki was waiting for you inside with your birthday gift. You finally reach the end of the hallway, turning the knob to let yourself in. You check every room, calling for him. You pause in front of the bedroom door, the first place you should have looked.
You find Loki on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on. Chains wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides, a black leather collar fastened around his neck. “Happy Birthday, my love. I thought I’d gift you the only thing you’ve ever asked of me.” Control. Loki always was in charge in the bedroom. When you tried to top him, he would growl, flip you over and punish you in the best way.
You quickly shed your clothes, eager to play with your new gift. You slide between his muscled legs, taking his cock between your hands. You pump him slowly at first. When you speed up, he hisses. “You can only cum if you’re a good boy.” You give the ultimatum as your mouth descends on his hard length.
You take him between your lips, tongue swirling over the soft skin. You flatten your tongue, taking as much of him in as you can. He thrusts up, and you stop. “So impatient.” You tease. You lick the pre cum dripping from his tip as he watches you. He follows your gaze to the nightstand. You reach over, pulling your wand vibrator out of the drawer.
“Remember what I said.” You tell him as you power the wand on. You rub it up and down his length. He shutters, moaning your name. You bring him back inside your mouth, locking your lips tightly around him. He squirms as you move the wand over his stomach, down his thighs, and finally up to his balls. He says your name in warning. “Darling!” He shouts as you rub a particularly sensitive spot with the wand.
“You’re being so loud. I know the perfect way to shut you up.” Tossing the wand aside, you make your way up his torso, admiring how good he looks in chains. This was an image you would never forget. You place your legs on either side of his head, lowering yourself onto his mouth.
He licks a fat stripe up your center. You squeeze your thighs tighter around his head as he uses the tip of his tongue to flick your clit. The skilled muscle swipes and swirls against you expertly. You use the pad of your thumb to caress his cheek as he eats you. Your other hand toys with the collar around his neck. You don’t think he’s ever been hotter and the man is sex on legs. Your orgasm sneaks up on you. You buck against his face riding it out, tugging on the collar.
You move back down his body, gliding his weeping cock through your folds. You moan when it hits your clit. You can’t wait anymore, you have to have him inside you. You sink yourself down on him. He stretches you deliciously, and you haven’t put all of him inside you yet. Even though you had slept with him before, you would never get used to how full you felt every time.
When your hips meet, and he’s settled all the way inside you, you both exhale. You bounce on him, loving the way he’s squirming under the chains. Under normal circumstances, he would have both hands on your hips, using you how he wants. But tonight, it’s all about what you want. You pinch your nipples between your thumb and index finger, moaning every time you sink back down on him.
“I’m so close. May I please cum, my beautiful birthday girl?” He asks, you know he’s lacing his plead with sweet words so you’re more likely to give in. You continue riding him, taking a strand of your hair between your fingers, twirling it like a schoolgirl. “Since you asked so nicely…. No.” You giggle wickedly as he groans at your answer.
You lean down, stomach flush to the chains. You tighten around him, loving the way the cold chains feel against your sensitive nipples. You kiss his jaw, sucking above the collar hard enough to mark him. Loki whimpers when you pull on the collar, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “I wish it was my birthday every day.” You think out loud. Loki chuckles. “You have me chained for one night, and already you wish for more. My greedy girl.”
You grasp his shoulders to steady yourself, grinding down on him. This angle makes his cock hit that sweet spot that makes you scream. Your legs tremble each time he drags against it. You feel your climax building. You look at the powerful man underneath you. He trusted you enough to let you have him like this. He shakes from trying to hold himself back from ripping out of the chains. A part of you wishes he would. You bounce harder, “Cum for me, my good boy.” He thrusts up, sending you over the edge with him. “I love you, my birthday girl.”
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Birthday Girl
Summary: Loki surprises you for your birthday.
Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Sub Loki.
A/N: For @lokisgoodgirl Happy Birthday, my sweet friend. Love you! ❤️
Your heart races as you run down the hall to your apartment. Thor told you that your boyfriend Loki was waiting for you inside with your birthday gift. You finally reach the end of the hallway, turning the knob to let yourself in. You check every room, calling for him. You pause in front of the bedroom door, the first place you should have looked.
You find Loki on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on. Chains wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides, a black leather collar fastened around his neck. “Happy Birthday, my love. I thought I’d gift you the only thing you’ve ever asked of me.” Control. Loki always was in charge in the bedroom. When you tried to top him, he would growl, flip you over and punish you in the best way.
You quickly shed your clothes, eager to play with your new gift. You slide between his muscled legs, taking his cock between your hands. You pump him slowly at first. When you speed up, he hisses. “You can only cum if you’re a good boy.” You give the ultimatum as your mouth descends on his hard length.
You take him between your lips, tongue swirling over the soft skin. You flatten your tongue, taking as much of him in as you can. He thrusts up, and you stop. “So impatient.” You tease. You lick the pre cum dripping from his tip as he watches you. He follows your gaze to the nightstand. You reach over, pulling your wand vibrator out of the drawer.
“Remember what I said.” You tell him as you power the wand on. You rub it up and down his length. He shutters, moaning your name. You bring him back inside your mouth, locking your lips tightly around him. He squirms as you move the wand over his stomach, down his thighs, and finally up to his balls. He says your name in warning. “Darling!” He shouts as you rub a particularly sensitive spot with the wand.
“You’re being so loud. I know the perfect way to shut you up.” Tossing the wand aside, you make your way up his torso, admiring how good he looks in chains. This was an image you would never forget. You place your legs on either side of his head, lowering yourself onto his mouth.
He licks a fat stripe up your center. You squeeze your thighs tighter around his head as he uses the tip of his tongue to flick your clit. The skilled muscle swipes and swirls against you expertly. You use the pad of your thumb to caress his cheek as he eats you. Your other hand toys with the collar around his neck. You don’t think he’s ever been hotter and the man is sex on legs. Your orgasm sneaks up on you. You buck against his face riding it out, tugging on the collar.
You move back down his body, gliding his weeping cock through your folds. You moan when it hits your clit. You can’t wait anymore, you have to have him inside you. You sink yourself down on him. He stretches you deliciously, and you haven’t put all of him inside you yet. Even though you had slept with him before, you would never get used to how full you felt every time.
When your hips meet, and he’s settled all the way inside you, you both exhale. You bounce on him, loving the way he’s squirming under the chains. Under normal circumstances, he would have both hands on your hips, using you how he wants. But tonight, it’s all about what you want. You pinch your nipples between your thumb and index finger, moaning every time you sink back down on him.
“I’m so close. May I please cum, my beautiful birthday girl?” He asks, you know he’s lacing his plead with sweet words so you’re more likely to give in. You continue riding him, taking a strand of your hair between your fingers, twirling it like a schoolgirl. “Since you asked so nicely…. No.” You giggle wickedly as he groans at your answer.
You lean down, stomach flush to the chains. You tighten around him, loving the way the cold chains feel against your sensitive nipples. You kiss his jaw, sucking above the collar hard enough to mark him. Loki whimpers when you pull on the collar, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “I wish it was my birthday every day.” You think out loud. Loki chuckles. “You have me chained for one night, and already you wish for more. My greedy girl.”
You grasp his shoulders to steady yourself, grinding down on him. This angle makes his cock hit that sweet spot that makes you scream. Your legs tremble each time he drags against it. You feel your climax building. You look at the powerful man underneath you. He trusted you enough to let you have him like this. He shakes from trying to hold himself back from ripping out of the chains. A part of you wishes he would. You bounce harder, “Cum for me, my good boy.” He thrusts up, sending you over the edge with him. “I love you, my birthday girl.”
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They're on a rollercoaster 🎢
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TVA LOKI AS YOUR BF PT.2
thank you so much for the support on the previous part of my Loki bf headcanons!! I didn't expect at all to be that liked. Here is the second part of my headcanons.
wanings: it may be a little sad :((
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Be certain he will travel the multiverse if something happened to you. He doesn't want another close person of his to be hurt, or even worst, dead. He's had enough of it.
He's a decent cook! Since Mobius has kids, he'll probably teach Loki how to cook, so he can surprise you with great homemade waffles!
Spoiler: he cooked them very well, but he almost burnt the kitchen...
Are you cold? No problem. As the gentleman he is, he'll place his brown coat on your shoulders. "Better, little one?" *smiles*
He will probably break some TVA rules and take you out on dates in different realities. Your most recent one was in a 80's disco, situated in New York.
Loki gives the most reassuring hugs someone could ask for. Marvel probably forgot he is a Frost Giant, so his body is technically cold; but, to you, they're the warmest hugs in the world. His arms will cling you to his chest, nuzzling his nose into your hair. Leaving little kisses all over your scalp.
Both of you share emerald green rings that have in the inner part of them an engraved phrase: "Sun is shining on us for the enternity".
After he made the decision to sacrifice himself and become the God of Stories, he had to leave you. Not because he wanted it, he had to. It's different. Don't worry. He's watching over you, in every universe, making sure you are living the life you deserve. Leaving you was the hardest decision he has made in his life.
Yet, he'll always cherish those heartful moments in his heart.
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FOR US.
(Loki x fem! Reader)
summary: A friend of Loki knocks at your house door, with the intention to tell you Loki's last words to you.
warnings: SPOILERS FROM LOKI SEASON 2 FINALE, very long one shot, other than that, no more warnings, this is so sad lol.
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"On the coast, temperatures will drop sharply, dropping from eleven to four degrees, especially after the sunset. Now, let’s move on to the inner side..."
The weatherman’s voice came from the TV in the living room, but to me, it was distant since I was focused on unpacking the shopping bags on my kitchen island. The cold dyed my cheeks a light purple, although I had access to the heating in the house for a few minutes. A few sunbeams were seeping through the curtains, illuminating my face, and I was checking that you hadn’t forgotten anything from my shopping list. And yet, even though I was busy, there was a small part of me that felt like something bad was going to happen. As if my sixth sense was warning me that something inexplicable was coming. Almost as if it were fate to give me the answer rang the bell at my front door. I picked up the remote next to me of the TV, turned it off, and gently left it on the couch, then went to open it to whoever was behind my door. The moment you opened it, a gentleman appeared to me to be middle-aged, with grizzled hair and a short moustache. Despite his rather well-groomed appearance, the lines on his face were noticeable, showing his age. And he definitely had tired eyes. I looked at him reluctantly, waiting for him to talk; actually, I did it first. "Hi? Can I... do something for you?"
He breathed in air and glanced at me, not with disgust but rather with curiosity. He asked if my name was what he actually knew, which was later confirmed by me. Then he answered with a half-forced smile and a subtle voice: "I’m sorry if I show up here, out of nowhere, without even introducing myself. Call me Mobius," he clarified, giving me a handshake."I am here for a specific reason. It's forLoki".
My heart sank when I heard Loki’s name spoken. It couldn’t be good. Loki would have come in person if it was important.
Why wasn’t he there?
Why was there this Mobius instead?
Did Loki pull one of his tricks again and caused more chaos than he did in the past?
Once again, my sixth sense did not betray me.
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"Tea?"
"Oh, no, thank you".
"Not even a piece of cake? It’s fresh, I bought it just this morning".
"I can not say no to such a good piece of cake. I gladly accept." Mobius' laugh was short, but it was effective in bringing back a smile on that concerned face that I had shown since he told me he was here with precise intentions. Now, he was sitting in my living room, on the leather sofa that Loki himself adored, since his butt never wanted to leave it. "So..." I began the conversation, handing the strawberry cake plate to Mobius, who thanked me with a silent thank you. He took a bite of it and showed with pleasure that the dessert was good. I sat in front of him, rubbing the sweaty palms of my hands on my jeans. One of my legs bounced back and forth, clearly anxious. "You said it was about Loki. What’s going on?"
Mobius cleared his voice, placing next to him the dish of cake now devoured, and assumed a different expression; he seemed tense, as if finding the words for what he was going to tell me was the most complicated thing in the world. I bit my lip. The wait was slowly killing me inside.
"Loki... well, he..." He breathed, looking down. "You know what he was doing at TVA?"
"Yes" My answer was hasty. I needed to know what had happened to my partner.
"What about his past?"
"I know everything. What happened? Why isn’t he here, Mobius?"
He took a very deep breath, and closed his eyes slightly, looking away. He placed a hand on the inside of his jacket, pulling a paper bag from an inner pocket. He handed it to me, and I immediately noticed the details: the recipient and the sender were written with, surely, an handwriting well taken care of; of course the ink was a fountain pen, because no one else would recognize that writing so elegant. It was Loki’s. A letter from Loki. And judging by the content, there was also an object inside it.
"What does that mean?" I didn’t want Loki to leave me. Not again. My voice cracked in pain, and I felt a tingle in my eyes. Mobius took my hand, holding it tightly. As if to say that he was there to console me, but that the worst was yet to come.
"Loki is...he is now 'He who remains'. The one who watches over time. On all the timelines of all time. He is...like a new time keeper".
The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together and everything seemed clearer when he confessed to me. My gaze wavered from the envelope to Mobius' broken face. He sympathized me, it was clear, but how could you not pity a lover who had definitely lost, this time, his other half.
"He holds all the time lines together. His role is extremely important, because if it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t...you wouldn’t be here." I looked at him with tears in my eyes. His breathing was accelerating. He hadn’t finished. There was something else he had to reveal to me.
"Before he sacrificed himself for the sake of time, for his friends, for you... he told me to give you this." His gaze fell on the letter. "Then he closed the underground doors leading to the tunnel, and looked at me and Sylvie."
"Sylvie..." The name reminded me of someone he previously told me about. "Her other variant, right?"
He nodded. "He told us that now he knew who he would become. What God would he be. And he thanked you for taking care of him when he was still a dangerous man, a threat to others." He paused briefly. Even his voice seemed to waver for a second. " That’s it. And he disappeared in the next few minutes."
How much information in one speech.
How many things I would have to process in my mind before I accepted the harsh and harsh truth.
How many thoughts buzzed in my head as a result of that shocking revelation.
It was like a truck hitting you in the chest, throwing your powerless body into the road.
"He won't come back anymore, will he?"
Mobius never stopped holding my hand for a moment, holding it even tighter in his rough palm. He understood that he too had a strong hope of Loki’s return. Surely he had been a close friend of his, one who had been close to him all along. So why didn’t he tell me about it before?
However, his silence mk was from confirmation: he wanted, as much as me, his return, but how many were high hopes?
Would it have happened that, one day, a morning like this, he would have appeared at the door of my house, he would have knelt down and embraced me grieving?
How many years from now?
"We don’t know for sure." That sentence brought me up. I dried with my fist closed the tears that threatened to flow from my eyes, as a child does when she feels that maybe her mother would never return to her. I couldn’t stand the idea that I wouldn’t have Loki around me anymore.
Without adding any more, Mobius let go of my hand, standing up and glancing at the letter I held in my other palm. It was a silent way of saying he would give me some privacy to read the letter. So, he walked to the kitchen, bringing with him the plate with the leftover cake.
My hands were shaking. I didn’t have the courage to see what was inside. I was hoping it was another one of his planned pranks. Maybe confetti and a snake would come out, and he would hiss and say, "I fooled you again!"
I tore the opening of the envelope very gently and put a flickering hand inside. I had a cold feeling. Something hard and small was inside. It was..
"A ring.."
A beautiful silver ring.
Tears immediately came back to me. The small object landed in the palm of my hand, the hiccups made its way into my throat, and I squeezed it tightly against my chest. I couldn’t do it.
This was too much for my weak heart.
Was that the real pain?
Was that how you felt?
I still had to read his letter. I didn’t mentally have the strength to do it. It required a huge effort. Only some time later I had the courage to open that letter that was delivered to me by Mobius.
A/N: NOW, my fellow readers, would you like to know what Loki has written in that letter ✉️? Because I've assured you, it's gonna be much sad than this one short.👀
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Feared by Life and Death There lays a place cast far away Burning with Lucifer's cold rage Locked in hellfire's tight embrace Yet, Warmth ousts the infernal flames Amidst pandemonium Celestial lightning strikes Ordered by the Gods themselves Cast down into the pits of evil An Angel in search of light For there's a man in hell That deserves to be saved
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I wanted to draw a badass Cas (again) and this time I also wrote a little poem about him saving Dean :D
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Hi!
I love your stories, could you make one where the reader is dating Miguel and is also a part of the spider community. The reader helps Miles to escape and Miguel finds out and argue with her.
I hope that you will keep writing stories.
Have a great day !
omg omg hii! I'm so glad you enjoy my stories, receiving these types of compliments always make my day :DD. And, i deeply apologise for taking this long to write your request; I've been so busy with my uni exams.. Anyways, here's your story!!
I HATE TO FIGHT YOU. (Miguel O'Hara × gn!reader)
warnings: Angst to light sfw (at the end)???, Miguel expressing his anger by literally destroying his lab lmao, VERY LONG ONE SHOT.
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Superpowers aren’t easy.
So it wasn’t a relationship with the leader of the Spider Society. Miguel was not an easy guy to argue with, you might call him stubborn, which was one of his main features. And even when Miles Morales, the newcomer to society, tried to change his mind, begging him to give him a chance to save his father, he hadn’t changed his mind. There was nothing Miles could do to change his mind. It was difficult with me, imagine with the others! But this is another story; Miles Morales was chased by an angry mob of Spider people, led by Miguel, flanked by me. The walls of the structure resounded with encouraging screams that every spider person gave himself, giving more charge during that chase. Miles was right in front of us, dodging webs and traps stretched by other members. There was something about that kid that maybe wasn’t something wrong.
He needed to be sent home and help him save his parents. I had not succeeded, and I would have avoided that another person (moreover a little boy!) would have gone through the same pain that I had to go through. Miguel and I split up, and that was my chance. With a perfect throw of my web, he managed to grab Miles' right arm and pull it towards me. The boy stretched his eyes, thinking it was the end for him. Only when I made a sign to him to become invisible and to hide behind a shaded wall, he understood. He hid me in turn, letting the angry crowd pass us.
Now it was the right time. "Miles". I called the kid with the labored breath and he returned to his normal form. He was exhaling and inspiring too, following the hunt we were giving him. Without wasting time, looking around if there was a person there, I took out my time clock, and put it on his wrist. " This clock will take you to your dimension. It’s already set for where you need to go. Don’t ask any more questions, go." Without giving him an answer, I left him there, in the shadows, his face confused and sweaty, while I waved him to go.
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"You did what?!"
"He’s a boy, Miguel!"
"You have no idea how serious the situation is because of you".
"Miguel, you have to reason. You can’t really thi-".
"The situation is far worse than you think, puta madre!"
Miguel’s scream rang out the second it left his mouth. I could compare him to an animal: panting, with his eyes reddened and grainy, studying every movement, his shoulders outstretched, ready to attack his prey, me, or maybe someone else. His fierce and intimidating tone made me shudder, close my eyes for fear that something might happen, or worse; I held my arms in place along my hips, biting my lip to channel the emotions I had inside. I didn’t want to show weakness before Miguel. Or better: he had already seen me as I was. Fragile, with doubts that twisted my mind, like a normal human being, yet in those situations I always tried not to show off... I wanted to have everything under control. The man didn’t realize that he was wrong, that he was blinded by this compulsive obsession with control. We were talking about a little boy, Jesus Christ!
I opened my eyes.
My thoughts were replaced by the still threatening tone of Miguel, my lover, who took a long sigh, pinching the tip of his nose. Then he shook his head, turning his back. The lab was upside down: the news of my help to Miles was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
"The consequences are serious. I can’t risk losing more people to a kid".
That was more a warning to him than to myself. "I need to think about it... I need to be alone".
"Miguel.." I tried to talk to him.
With one hand he stopped me from talking to him and shook his head slightly, not looking at me. " No." He said. "I know what you did. It was right. But now I need to be on my own" he repeated feebly, that I found it difficult to understand well what he wanted. Then I agreed, because I respected his condition and his well-being, so I left him alone in the now ruined laboratory, with the last words: "I only did what was right. He deserves a chance", then the doors closed. I swear I heard something from him.
"And I don’t blame you. But it’s not right that he can save his family, and I couldn’t do it".
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THIS IS SO SAD
Today on Moon Knight Wiki:
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Same dude... Same...
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Just read your Steven headcanons and I’m currently sobbing in the corner. Could I request a headcanon list where he actually has a partner? Like a person who will hold him when he cries and just GIVE HIM THE AFFECTION HE DESERVES 😭😭😭
Anon, OFC U CAN! I'm feeling super romantic today, so consider yourself lucky *winks* now, enjoy your request!^^
STEVEN GRANT WITH A S/O HEADCANONS.
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• Dating Steven is like dating Mr. Darcy in real life. He's a gentleman, respectful in your whises and boundaries, and doesn't indulge in things you don't want to. He actually cares. And of course, he loves you. He will do anything to show you how much you mean to him.
• His love language is physical contact and words of affirmation. Both are important to him. He's a very cuddly lover. Always stealing glances, whispering how lovely you are today, while even brushing his calloused thumb on your hand palm.
• In his no moments, he needs to be held. Someone needs to remind him that he matters and that it is okay to let out the bottled-up emotions. We know his childhood and Marc's. Hold him tight next to your chest, let him hear your heartbeat and caress gently his hair. "You're good, Steven, you're good. I'm here. I won't hurt you like the others did."
• You'll share cute moments in the rain, picturing yourselves in a 'La La Land' scene!!
• Or also quiet moments where, the two of you, are cuddling under a warm blanket and reading the books you've bought while being on a "bookstore date".
• Won't mind if you both share your shampoos. So you can smell each other perfume and giggle about it.
• If you are that close to each other and move in his apartment, he'll probably buy another fish and put it in Gus' tank. So now he'll have another companion and won't be alone anymore!
• At the beginning of your relationship, Marc and Jake weren't absolutely fond of you. Don't blame them. They've been backstabbed many times (let's mention the comics too...) and don't want Steven, the most fragile, to experience something like this anymore. Give them time, let them be close to you, and know you, and they will open with each small step.
• If you're a student, he would help you with your assignments/homework. Prepare you your favourite drink. But if you need to be alone and focus on your papers, he'll shush himself up with no hesitations.
• Your guys' official song is: Late Night Talking by Harry Styles.
• He prefers to be held in bed. He is the little spoon. Enjoys your body's warmth and nuzzles his nose in your neck, sometimes leaving pecks on it and smiling at the thought of being so lucky to have found a loyal and loving partner as you.
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