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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 10: Green Sky in the Morning

You and Loki strike a bargain before continuing onward to England. Sylvie has an odd encounter as she and The Doctor begin to sense your final approach.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): none

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You screamed before you clapped your hands over your mouth and sank to the earth in shock.

The sky was green!

Joey was running up the hill in a panic. “SIS! SIS!!!” He fell down beside you and gathered you into his arms. “I don’t know what happened, it just…greened over!”

“Did this just happen?” asked Loki, out of breath despite the lack of physical exertion.

Joey briefly looked up at him. “Yes! We were just cashing out at the cafe when it kind of just…swiped green? Like a Lucas swipe?”

“Shane’s gone down to the boat to give it a test ride around the shore,” Carrie added. “So we can get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Jesus Christ, what’s happening?”

Loki pulled the time stone out of his picket before yelping and tossing it to the ground. “Ouch! It burned me!”

As the stone landed, it sent out a visible green wave that pulsed thrice before rolling off to the horizon. Loki noticed, but he didn’t allow it to distract him. “It’s happening…it’s picking up speed,” he mumbled in panic.

You dared look up again, hoping that maybe it had gone away as you blinked. Instead, you were met with another odd sight: a large white furry creature flying off into the mint clouds, brown patches on his fur that looked like…arrows?

Oh god, just don’t look up anymore, you told yourself.

“What the hell is that?” asked Carrie, pointing up at the creature.

“It’s got someone riding on it…” said Loki.

“Shit,” Joey mumbled, recognizing the beast alongside you. “Just…ignore it. More beings that don’t belong here must be getting through.” The flying buffalo creature flew away, the faintest cry of ‘yip! yip!’ following behind from its rider.

“Makes sense,” Loki added, the urgency returning to his voice. “No one can deny it anymore…time is running out. More crossovers are taking place.”

“Then we really should leave tonight,” Joey said, holding you a little tighter.

“No,” you said softly, wrestling yourself out of his grip. “You can show Loki where the fucking end is.”

Joey was instantly confused, but he turned his head back to the curious sky. “Huh? I don’t--”

You were fully drowning in your emotions now. Pointing an accusing finger at Loki, you scowled. “He’s been keeping exactly where he’s going to end up a secret from us, because he knows we’d never help him do it!”

“Can we talk about this inside before it starts raining jello?” asked Carrie. “Jesus Christ, I still don't know what the fuck’s happening!”

“Agreed,” said Joey, releasing his hold only to get to his feet. You were unstable in the midst of everything, but you also managed to stand up.

“I’m going to go see if Shane’s coming in,” Carrie barely managed to get out before shuffling down the hill toward the dock, mumbling loudly the whole way. “What the fuck…what the actual…”

As you and your brother dashed inside, Loki bent over to retrieve the stone, but saw that it was beginning to singe the grass around it. He chose instead to leave and see if it cooled down away from his grasp. No sense in causing any injury before it was necessary, though he still clung to the hope that it wouldn’t be.

“So, you’re going to give up basically everything but your life in order to sit on a hunk of gold at the edge of time and hold onto a bunch of timelines like they were kite strings?” Joey tried to make sense of what Loki had just confessed, pacing back and forth in a manner that you weren’t used to seeing in your typically-relaxed brother.

“Yes.”

“Alone.”

“Yes.”

“...and you’re just going to….sit there?”

“Using my magic, I will keep the timelines safe and thriving,” Loki replied. “I think it’s a fate I’ve been heading toward my whole life.”

You resisted the urge to throw a Precious Moments figurine sitting on the shelf you were staring at in order to avoid joining the rest of the room in conversion. You’d gone from upset to seething rage, feeling taken advantage of.

“...forever?”

“Likely.”

In spite of the emergency painting itself in green hues above your heads, you’d all retreated to your room and drawn the blackout curtains in order to figure everything out in dark privacy. An untouched tray of cold food from Margaret sat on the table. You refused to look at Loki. Joey tried to act as the mediator, a role for which he had minimal experience.

Rain began to fall outside, and its normally-calming pitter-patter filled the room before you had a chance to turn around and have a look. Loki was able to peek beyond the curtains. His face fell only a little. “Well, at least the rain itself still doesn’t have any color to it…that’s typical for this realm, yes?”

“Y/N,” Joey said uncomfortably, “I’m sorry if I pushed you two together. I didn’t think you’d both go so hard and fast on the emotions.”

“I thought you said you saw all of those films of me!” Loki scoffed.

“Right?” you added, pointing a finger, “When has he ever been the model of discretion or an even mind?”

“Are you suggesting I’m mad?” Loki asked defensively.

“Are you suggesting I’m wrong?” you shot back, giving him a brief pause.

Loki pressed his lips together. “Love, the world is folding in on itself, and now even you can’t deny the danger.” You could sense him moving closer, but you didn’t turn around. “I’ve been preparing for this in my mind the entire time we’ve been traveling. I suppose making peace with it is all I can do.”

“I completely disagree, and the fact that you won’t even TRY to find another way--!” you cut yourself off when you finally turned your body around. Loki had gotten closer than you thought.

“You knew we’d be parted someday, you said it yourself: for now. Yes?”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and tried to look casual. “Yes. But I didn’t know that the entire time you held me, kissed me, made love to me under the--”

“--Christ, I didn’t need to know that!--” Joey interjected.

“--stars! The entire time, you kept this from me!” you accused. “Instead of asking me for help!”

“I don’t think there is any way of helping me,” Loki said, melancholic.

Joey groaned. “Drama queen!”

“We’re literally on our way to see someone who can help you!” you emphasized. “For all you know, he could have every answer with him, and he’s just chilling with his TARDIS, waiting for you to show up with the key.”

“Key?” Loki asked.

“The Stone!” said Joey. “You said it got hotter when the sky turned!”

“Yes,” Loki said. “It’s still on the grass outside.”

“Then,” Joey added, “It’s definitely linked. Maybe once we get a Time Stone in range of the TARDIS, it’ll jumpstart a way out of here! I mean, this whole time we’ve been getting closer, it’s been getting more intense, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Jesus, Joey, you really do watch Doctor Who too much.”

He beamed at you. “No such thing, Sis.”

“Be that as it may,” you sighed, “I don’t know what to think. I don’t want to make that thing with the tree happen, Loki. It would be like it was all my fault, you know?”

“No!” Loki insisted, finally closing the gap between you, “Never, Y/N. You are only giving me what I want: an end to this instability and to save my friends and allies.” He softly touched your face and looked into your watery eyes. “Don’t cry for me, please,” he pleaded quietly, gently kissing your nose.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you whispered with weak defiance.

Joey spoke up. “Loki, man, don’t you think we should at least talk to The Doctor before we assume we’re all sacrificing ourselves up there?” he pointed up to the ceiling, as if Asgard lay somewhere beyond heaven. “Maybe we can figure something out.”

“But I will still need to leave you here,” Loki countered.

“I’ve known that,” you replied, your eyes going hot and wet with tears again, “that’s not why my heart’s breaking. I can’t go on knowing that you…that we…that she…”

Loki pulled you tight to his chest, gently rocking back and forth.

“I just want you to be happy for once,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “Everything has been so unfair to you!”

Never in his thousands of years of life had Loki ever heard those words directed at him. His own heart began to break. He let you out of his grip. You began to subconsciously fiddle with the tarot pendant you never took off.

“Look, Loki,” you finally found a wave of calm, allowing you to speak steadily, “We’ve come so far together, but I don’t want to be the last chapter in your story.”

Joey interrupted again, “Again, we need to make sure there isn’t another way out of this for all of us…right?”

You and your brother gave Loki the same pleading look. “Tossing the stone was a risk in and of itself,” said the god. “It failed, as risks often do for me.”

You swallowed, tapping absentmindedly on your necklace again. Loki was beginning to notice your nervous tic. “Risks sometimes succeed, too. You’re here, aren’t you?”

To prevent him from seeing your tears, you turned away again. “You could have died, or gotten lost in the space between the lines, or exploded, or any number of things. But you landed here, in my gray little city, with your green rock…and your blue eyes…”

You trailed off as you felt two large hands on your shoulders, knowing what you had to do.

“If you will promise me that once we reach The Doctor, you’ll let us figure out an alternate way to fix everything and save you, I’ll forgive you and continue this insane little odyssey,” you vowed quietly.

He made his face solemn, and it didn’t look quite right to you as you turned back into his embrace. “I promise,” he agreed, before pausing again. “But you must promise me something in turn.”

“What?”

“You must promise that you’ll willingly let go of me if there is no other way.”

You sank onto the edge of the bed. Loki sat on your left, and Joey on your right.

“I’m not leaving you in Iceland, Sis,” Joey added. “How am I gonna make rent when I get back?”

You smirked. “Yeah, I suppose you have a point.” You met Loki’s eye again. “Yes, I promise to let you go.”

You slid your left hand into Loki’s. His skin was cool against yours. “Then we must hurry,” he insisted. “Norns know what could happen to the planet next.”

“Agreed,” you and Joey said at the same time.

You supplemented your consent. “I guess that means we leave tonight.”

Joey shifted uncomfortable as Loki put his arm around your back, accidentally overshooting, his fingers grazing Joey’s arm. “Yeah, and we should probably do that before things turn into an outright soap opera.”

He got up, heading for the door. “I mean, it looks like it’s just the coloring. I think it’s safe. I’ll grab the stone--”

“--use gloves,” warned Loki.

Joey nodded. “I’m gonna bring the others up here. We need to all figure out what our next move is before we leave. I’ll be back in ten.”

After he closed the door, you finally let your tears out, turning your head into Loki’s shoulder. He said nothing, only holding you tighter.

“Damn you, Loki,” you mumbled into his sleeve.

“I know,” he said sadly, “I love you too.”

The Doctor placed an odd-looking necklace around Sylvie’s neck. “What’s this?” she asked defensively, her hands posed on her hips.

“It's a perception filter,” The Doctor explained, “It’ll make you all but invisible to everyone out there. It’s what the TARDIS uses to stay out of sight. This is sort of the…portable version.”

“Why do I need it if I’m out searching for Loki?” asked Sylvie. She’d finally convinced him to let her go out on her own. Now that the sky was greening over, and the TARDIS seemed to be heading toward a functioning state the greener it got, The Doctor had concluded that Loki could be as close as blocks away (although he could still be as far off as Greenland).

“Because you’ll stand out like a Dalek at Woodstock if you don’t move quietly. If you need to catch anyone’s attention, you can remove it, of course. Or just shriek and bounce around like an ape, I suppose, but that may backfire…”

Sylvie grunted impatiently. “I can feel it…I think he’s close.”

“I still think you need to wait around here, and that he’ll find us first,” The Doctor mumbled. “But it does feel like something’s in the wind, doesn’t it?”

Even Sylvie couldn’t deny anymore that the effects of the collapsing timeline were making her feel antsy. It was like staying in a room with a hot shower running, the steam was growing so hot and thick it was making it difficult for Sylvie to breathe deeply.

“Still, even with the perception filter on you, don't go too far,” The Doctor warned. “This entire reality is as delicate as glass. You meet the wrong person and who knows what’ll happen.”

The blonde woman went to the door. “Fine. I’ll stay about.”

She walked out into the green morning as people in the park were looking up, oddly calm for watching the sky turn an unnatural color. Many had their cell phones out. Children even looked amused. Only a few older people looked upset. One man in a priest’s collar was on his knees in frantic prayer.

Sylvie was able to weave around the distracted people without much effort, leaving the park and heading up the nearby hill. She felt like a shadow, slipping in and out of the cracks in peoples’ consciousness. The discretion made her feel safe. Perhaps the sooner she got back to her little deep-fried corner of paradise, the better for her own mind.

Many people in this neighborhood looked like they spent their lives with their noses in the air, but they were all human. Sylvie would know the second her fellow Asgardian was nearby. He would be the only one in a sea of mortals. Her stone would likely react, as would her senses. She was on guard.

After nearly an hour, she decided to head in a different direction right before something made her heart jump as she spotted it from the corner of her eye.

A man with a frighteningly familiar silhouette to Loki’s was on his phone, wearing sunglasses and a power-blue sweater, standing casually outside a coffee shop. In his free hand, he held a carrier with two large cups fitted inside. His body language looked rehearsed, meant to make him blend in with the crowd as much as possible, as if trying to hide. His head was down, the brim of his baseball cap down over his eyes, further concealing his identity.

Sylvie could hear what he was saying into the phone with her superior hearing. “I’m not leaving for the set until the end of the week, darling--”

She went cold as his face came into focus. Loki! Impossible!

She gripped the pendant, moving to yank it off in order to capture him, but before she could, she did something she wouldn’t normally do: she stopped to think before she acted.

He’s human, she thought. He’s speaking to a lover, and Loki has none.

“--wear whatever you want to the awards dinner, sweetheart, but you know I love the yellow best on you,” the imposter blathered on.

Sylvie rolled her eyes and took a step around the corner, keeping the filter on. He’s only the imposter The Doctor mentioned.

She thought briefly that she might kidnap the man, perhaps he could be of use to her. She took three large steps in the man’s direction, when his head suddenly shot up and swung in her direction. She was only about ten feet from him.

His eyes narrowed, as if he were looking right through her. Sylvie could sense that he had experienced a chill, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

“On second thought, Zawe, I’ll go for the other things in a bit...I don’t know, I just got an odd feeling. I’ll be home in ten minutes. I think I’ve seen enough of this sky.”

Quickly, but discreetly, the Loki Imposter hung up his phone and briskly started walking past Sylvie, still not fully aware of her presence.

She could have stalked him home. She could have captured his wife and held her until he gave up any information he had. Alas, Sylvie chose for the second time both that day and in her life to exercise caution, and she turned away from the actor, going back to the TARDIS with nothing to show for her journey.

Things are heating up!! What will happen when The Doctor, Sylvie, you, and Loki all finally meet face-to-face? Stay tuned for the third act of Time and the Trickster!

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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cinema ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) — mdni

“it’s you. don’t know why but it feels so right for me.”

summary: a breakup can lead to a loss of a part of one’s identity, and sylvie and max were alright with that. (1)(2)(3)(4)

content warning: use of explicit language, mention of mental health issues and lack of sleeping, light smut/suggestive content (i can’t write for shit), mentions of loss of virginity, mention of past!ofc x the weeknd (toxic breakup, cheating storyline), chatfic + fic, mature content under the cut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

note: yo girl is going to the 2024 canadian gp 😩 there will also be a charles leclerc piece otw but i just need to put out my cracked out thoughts into it. also, i can’t write smut so there will not be any extremely graphic details in this chapter. this doesn't mean that i am encouraging people to read it at their own risk so MINORS DNI :)

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september 2016

Everyone in the Red Bull area knew the reason why Sylvie was often found crying in Daniel Ricciardo’s drivers room during her breaks. Well, everyone but Sylvie. She lived to blame herself for the downfall of what she thought was a great relationship.

They were reaching the sixth month and if it hadn’t been for Abel’s cheating, then maybe— MAYBE Sylvie would continue to pursue what she had with him.

Everyone thought Abel was a fool. Sylvie hadn’t done anything but be a good person, a loyal girlfriend. Why did he let another woman warm the bed that they shared?

Because she spent more time with Max than she had with him. That’s what he said. When she found him in his flat and asked what the hell was going on, Abel yelled at her for not going home. He screamed that she was doing it first with her “fucking best friend.” He didn’t even know the rough past between the two; he only knew Max’s name and had seen their childhood photos. So much for someone who had been dating her for five months.

Instead of fighting back, she cried. Her feet stood there as her sobs became a plea to let her inside once he kicked her out. She looked so pathetic.

It didn’t stop her from working, though, and Christian Horner couldn’t be more wrong when he previously said that she wasn’t emotionally prepared for work.

Her work kept her mind occupied throughout the Hungary race. From sending emails back and forth with her model agency to attending sponsor dinners, her mind never stopped running until she was able to get some sleep.

Because truthfully, she really wasn’t able to sleep. She only relied on chamomile tea then pretended that she was refreshed from the night before.

Her family had tried to get some word out of her about the break up, but she refused to say anymore. Toto did say that Abel had a bad aura within him, yet Sylvie knew that her in-law wasn’t about to tell her that “I told you so.” Stevie definitely called Abel out on his bullshit one night when she came across him at a bar in LA. Tilly merely comforted her without a word. Other than that, Sylvie never said anything about it— her eyes were focused on the racing team and the drivers.

The night before the race, she found Max standing in front of her hotel room. Her bloodshot eyes were evidence of her sadness and exhaustion, but it wasn’t as if she could easily close the door on him to hide it away. He was persistent and would most likely bring Lando here if it means that he would be able to get in.

The Dutchman stood there with a tray of macarons and another tray with cups of tea. “Chamomile,” it said on both tea bags. His accent was laced with concern as he spoke, “I know you haven’t had the greatest weekend yet. I had to beg my PR manager to find me a pastry shop for these.”

And so they sat on the love seat quietly, Easy A playing on the television while they both munched on the last two strawberry macaroons and sipped on their tea.

“He blamed me, you know?” Sylvie chuckled bitterly, her eyes still trained on Emma Stone’s makeover scene as the character continued ripping fabrics off in rage. I should do that, she told herself. She could see in her peripheral vision that Max looked at her, leaving her to say, “Said I spent too much time with you. That I slept with you first.”

“Blue—“ Max tried to speak, but she continued regardless.

“Which is kind of rich of him,” Sylvie shook her head, reaching out on the tray to eat the matcha flavoured macaron next. She bit on it and said, “Considering that I never had slept with anyone I spend my time with. Let alone sleep with anyone.”

“I don’t recall sleeping with anyone, too,” Max made things lighter as he joked, “I would have remembered otherwise.”

“Man,” Sylvie sighed and slumped against the loveseat, “had I known that men would be like that, then I would’ve ditched him immediately.”

Sylvie knew that whatever she did with Max the moment he came inside the hotel room made her realize her worth. What was it about her childhood friend that made her think the other way?

Everyone did say they were connected one way or another. She didn’t know how and he didn’t know either; but everyone insisted they were soulmates. One soul in two different bodies. She knew him as much as he knew her. She always had similar thoughts and feelings shared with him, and not once did he ever go against that idea. He pushed her, in fact.

“Not men,” Max laughed quietly, “boys. Men learn. Boys are still in the process of doing so.”

“Didn’t you just hit puberty two months ago?” She joked.

“Didn’t you?” He bit back with a smile.

She laughed along, shaking her head once more. They fell silent as Sylvie stared at his eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen it up close. But god, they sure looked prettier than they did before Abel had broken up with her.

“Would it be,” she stammered, leaving the man next to him scowling as he goaded her into speaking. She cleared her throat and sighed. “Would it be okay to ask… if I can… ah, shit. Never mind. It sounds bollocks if I continue on.”

“We don’t hide things anymore, Mustang,” he teased her, “remember? We agreed on it.”

“So if I were to ask if you want to… do… it…”

Now he was rendered silent. She wanted the world to swallow her the moment she found him staring at her. He was frozen, and she felt her body burning in embarrassment as she wished to leave the place. This was her bloody room, she couldn’t get out of here.

“I- I-“ he stuttered, his cheeks heating up as he asked, “You want to do it?”

“I’ve always wondered what it's like,” she murmured quietly. “I tried imagining doing it with him but… he never seemed to have that kind of intention to… I don’t know… pay attention to my wants.”

“Pretty foolish of that dickhead,” Max scoffed. “If he only wants to use you, then it’s a great thing that you knew better than that.”

“But seriously—“ he continued, “Sylvie, look at me in the eyes and tell me you want me to do it with you.”

“I do,” she admitted meekly, staring at him while she said so before she turned away. “I don’t think I can do it with someone else. If they’re the same as him then I don’t know… and you’re not him or anyone. So…”

“Okay,” he nodded understandingly. He backed away for a second before catching his breath and murmured, “Okay… I’ll make sure you and I aren’t hurt. And- and, I’ll make sure you have the best time.”

And the best time, it was. It was the first time Sylvie slept in a few days. It was also the first time she shared an intimate moment with someone. Someone being Max Emilian Verstappen.

Anyone experienced with two eyes would point out that everything that happened was done rather clumsily. It probably didn’t help that Max had to trip and knock on Dan’s door to ask for a condom, but it was better to be embarrassed than sorry, he supposed.

Sylvie could remember herself wiping the smudged mascara off her face and removing her top to put on the black corset top that she had on her suitcase, keeping her black wide legged sweatpants on while he went out to “say hi to Dan for a minute.” She didn’t need to put on a makeup. It wasn’t really that special, was it? No. It certainly was, she just didn’t want to spook Max especially when his eyes widened just as he walked in on her putting on a lip balm with nothing but her bra and sweatpants on.

He couldn’t deny anything that night, especially to himself. The moment his tongue swiped over her lips, he nearly groaned in satisfaction at the minty flavour of her chapstick. A hint of strawberry came with it, finding himself caging her against the marble sink as she desperately held him… by the arms and his mouth.

Both of them were clueless, not knowing how to maneuver around one another the moment Max settled her down to her (upgraded) king-sized bed. For a moment, he wondered how she had managed to get herself a large room — knowing that the hotel room booked for him and Danny were smaller than hers — but her wandering hands sent his thoughts away when her palm landed on his sweatpants, eliciting a sigh from him.

Too many questions of, “Is this okay” and “are you alright” were exchanged— both of them unsure if either of them were comfortable or smart enough to be doing this. But one thing that they knew for sure was they wouldn’t be able to forget that night. It wasn’t the just pleasure that made it too memorable— but rather their experience with one another that made it too… good to forget. Sylvie and Max could care less about reaching the highs and lows when all they could think about was that they’ve done it with one another.

She could remember waking up to him kissing her forehead as he spoke in Dutch, telling her that they would talk sometime during the day before he left the room. She pretended to be asleep, but the whisper of his voice made her heart beat faster as if he hadn’t just called her love.

For someone who “hated” Max, Sylvie trusted him for taking a part of her and allowed him to ruin other men for her. She was sure that Max was her standard now. She couldn’t imagine doing the most intimate things with someone who didn’t have the same values and personality as him.

God, Max ruined her. But it wasn’t as if Sylvie was complaining about it. She embraced that idea, in fact.

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truebookkitten · 5 months

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More Loki and Sylvie Incorrect Quotes

Sylvie: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Loki: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

Loki, sweating: Sylvie, there’s something I need to ask you-

Sylvie: Finally! You’re proposing!

Loki: How’d you know?

Sylvie: Loki, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Sylvie: I even picked it up once.

Loki: Are you ready to commit?

Sylvie: Like, a crime or a relationship?

*Loki is helping Sylvie break out of prison*

Loki: Sooo… Does this make us partners in crime?

Sylvie: Don’t push it.

Loki: Oh my gosh, we can be like Harley Quinn and the Joker!

Sylvie: If you don’t stop talking, they’re adding “murder” to the charges.

Loki: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?

Sylvie: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

Sylvie: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Loki: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Sylvie: But you’re always acting stupid?

Loki: ...

Loki: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Sylvie: Is that a gun?!

Loki: It's not what it looks like!

Sylvie: It looks like a gun!

Loki: Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore.

Sylvie: ...ANYMORE?!

Loki: Punch me in the face.

Sylvie: ...Punch you?

Loki: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me?

Sylvie: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Loki: You're violent.

Sylvie: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

#loki #sylvie #marvel #mcu #loki series #incorrect quotes #tom hiddleston #sophia di martino #incorrect marvel quotes #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #sylki

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taliaaurora · 3 months

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Forbidden Love (5) - Hi, baby. Did you miss me?

Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones

Summary: An unexpected visitor shows up at the firehouse, bringing some disturbed memories to one of the first responders.

Warning: mentions of child assault.

Words count: 2.3k

A/N: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy this chapter! 💕

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A knock on the door startled Severide as he was finishing his report from the last call. Glancing at the glass door, he saw Alie waving her hand as she flashed him a small smile.

“Hey.” He whispered, opening the door.

“Hey. Can I come in?” She kept her voice down, afraid she would wake up the team sleeping in the bunk room.

Nodding his head, Severide opened the door a little further so Alie could step inside his office, then closed it again. Seating back on his chair, he watched Ailie get comfortable in his bed.

“You okay?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, not sure what she wanted to talk about.

“Yeah. I wanted to make sure you are okay, actually.” She confessed, noticing a frown appearing in Severide’s face. “I’m not blind, Sev. I noticed your reaction when Sylvie came running inside the firehouse with another letter from Casey. What was that about?”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Severide looked outside the window, avoiding Alie’s big brown eyes, as the same thoughts consumed his mind, over and over again.

“Sev, please, talk to me.” Sitting closer to her friend, Alie’s lips curved slightly into a smirk. “Did you get upset cause Casey didn’t send you a letter too?” She playfully asked, but Severide didn’t laugh. As he turned his face to look at Alie, she was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

“Stella, she-...” He shook his head and bit his lip, struggling to put his feelings into words. “She doesn't reply to my texts or my calls. When she does, it’s always something short and simple, she doesn’t even want to talk to me. And I don’t know what to do.” He confessed, blinking away the tears, trying to look strong.

“I’m so sorry, Sev.” Alie whispered, gently squeezing his hand. “Maybe she’s just busy with the program. I’m sure everything will be just fine when she comes back-”

“That’s the thing.” He interrupted. “I don’t know if she’s coming back.” He sounded almost angry, but looking into his eyes Alie could see how sad, broken he was.

“What do you mean?”

Wiping his tears with the sleeve of his jacket, Severide took a deep breath. “Boden wanted Stella to be the new lieutenant on Truck 81, but she didn't reply to his calls either. I don’t think she wants to be a lieutenant anymore. I don’t think she wants to come back to 51, or to me.” He confessed with a shaky voice. Putting those words out in the open felt like a punch in his stomach, making him sick with just the thought of not being with Stella again.

“Hey, don’t say that.” Alie shook her head, wiping Severide’s fresh tears. “Kelly, she loves you! You’re just going through a tough time in your relationship, but I’m sure everything will be okay.”

“I’m not so sure anymore.” He whispered back.

-/-/-

“Jones?” Pelham called, entering the common room. Looking around, he saw her exiting Severide’s office. Making his way towards her, Pelham gently knocked on the bunk room door, not wanting to wake up the whole team. “Jones? There’s a woman on the apparatus floor wanting to talk to you. It sounded urgent.” He confessed, approaching the firefighter.

Confused, Alie frowned. Besides the fact that it was late, Alie wasn’t used to getting visitors at the firehouse - or anywhere, really. Thanking the lieutenant, Alie made her way to meet the mysterious woman outside the firehouse.

“Can I help you?” Alie asked, approaching the woman who had her back to Alie. As the woman turned around, Alie couldn’t believe her eyes. Taking a step back, she took a shaky breath as her head started to spin. She felt sick.

“Hi, baby.” The woman’s voice was soft as a sympathetic smile appeared on her face. She took a step closer, making Alie take a step back, involuntarily. She aged from the last time Alie saw her. She had more wrinkles than Alie could remember. She had lost a significant amount of weight, probably because of her drinking problems or the death of her husband - or both. Her features had changed. She looked small, fragile. If it wasn’t for those eyes that haunted Alie in her dreams, she wouldn’t have recognized her own mother.

Looking at her mom with side eyes, it took all the strength in her body to make Alie speak. “Wha-What are you doing here??”

“You didn’t reply to any of my texts, or my calls.” Slightly shrugging her shoulders, the woman flashed an apologetic smile. “I thought I could stop by to see you-”

“Well, you can’t. I told you to stay away from me.” Alie cut her off. “Now, please, go away and don’t come back.” She turned around to go back to the firehouse but was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.

“Alison, please!” The woman begged, staring Alie in the eye. “You can’t avoid me forever. We’re family-”

“DON’T!” Alie shouted as she released her arm. “You don’t get to use that word!” Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “I don’t consider you family. Not anymore.”

Shaking her head, her mom could feel the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. “Alie, please, don’t say that. I’m your mother, I’ll always be your family!”

The lack of emotion was clear as Alie's steady voice came out just above a whisper. “You are DEAD to me.” As her lips lightly curved into a smirk, she took a step closer. “I hope Stephen is burning in hell right now.”

“Alison!” Her mom slapped her in the face, she couldn’t believe those words. “He was like a father to you!”

“HE DESTROYED ME!” Alie shouted, feeling her cheek burn. “I was just a little girl and he RUINED me!” Shaking her head, Alie quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “And what did you do, huh? NOTHING! You let him do that to me. You chose your disgusting, rapist husband over your own daughter! You never believed me when I told you what he used to do to me!” Alie could feel her throat hurt. She didn’t care if someone could hear her yelling, she didn’t mind the tears running down her cheeks. All she felt was anger, pain, and she just wanted to let it all out. As she let out a long sigh, she looked down at her mother in disgust. “How could you? How can a mother let someone do that to her child? Her baby girl? I trusted him, I trusted you.” Letting out a sob, she ran her hands down her face. She took advantage of her mother's silence to let it all out of her chest. “For so long, every time I used to close my eyes, all I could see was his face. All I could smell was his cheap cologne and the mix of bourbon and cigar. He haunted me for so long. But not anymore!” Standing closer, just a few inches from her mom’s face, Alie screamed. “I WANT YOU TO ROT IN HELL! BOTH OF YOU!”

Her mom stood there in silence, her body shaking - from crying or from fear, no one could tell. Taking a step back, Alie sniffled, cleaning her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her jacket.

“I hate you.” Alison whispered with gritted teeth, looking down at the woman who brought her to the world. “Get out of here and don’t you dare to come back.”

Nodding her head in understanding, her mother turned around and left, crying all the way back to her car. Finally feeling like she could breathe again, Alie walked two steps before she collapsed on the floor. Letting out a low, desperate groan, she felt two arms hugging her body in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay. She’s gone.” Pelham’s voice was soft as he spoke in her ear, his hand running up and down her back. “You’re safe now, I promise.” He whispered, feeling her tears soaking the fabric of his shirt.

For the first time in years, Alie didn’t flinch when she felt a male hand touching her body. Instead, she believed in his words when he told her she was safe. And that's exactly how she felt. Her muscles relaxed under the warmth of Pelham’s embrace. With her head leaned against his chest, she sobbed like a little girl, scared of the monster under her bed. The monster is gone now, but he will always be present in her memories.

Pelham knew Alie was going through something. He just never expected to be this. He didn’t mean to hear the whole conversation, but he did hear Alie’s screams and picked up some pieces. He felt disgusted. He couldn’t imagine what was going through Alie’s mind in this moment, but he knew she needed someone. Even if this someone was a man she barely knew.

Once her breaths were even and she had stopped crying, Alie lifted her head from Pelham’s chest. As their eyes met, her cheeks blushed with embarrassment and she quickly pulled away from him. He shouldn’t have seen her like this. Broken. Fragile.

“I-I should go.” Alie quickly mumbled, standing up. Not looking back, she ran to the bathroom, locking the door right behind her as she muffled her soft cries with the back of her hand.

-/-/-

"You know," Gallo took a seat on the common room table to eat his cereal, then pointed at Pelham with his spoon. "Once Kidd comes back, are you still going to be our lieutenant?"

"I don't know-"

"No, he's not." Severide interrupted, making his way to the coffee pot.

Gallo already regretted making that question, as he felt the tension in the room rising. Shaking his head, Ritter cursed under his breath, whispering a sarcastic 'good job, buddy' as he sent Gallo a thumbs up.

Staring at Severide's back, Pelham licked his lips and sighed. "Chief Boden reached out for her, asking if she wanted to be the new lieutenant, but she didn't answer. She hasn't shown any interest."

"That doesn't mean you get the job." The squad lieutenant replied before making his way to his office.

"Really, Gallo!? What is wrong with you?" Violet whispered, slapping Gallo in the arm.

Playing with the food on his plate, Pelham couldn't help but think about Gallo's question. What was gonna happen to him once Kidd comes back wasn't really a mystery. Pelham was just an interim lieutenant. If Kidd wanted the position, Boden would give it to her right away. Pelham knew that, and he understood why. Kidd had been working at this firehouse for years now, and she was loved by everyone on the team. Pelham didn't stand a chance.

"Hey, Jones!" Mouch greeted her with a big smile as she entered the firehouse.

Hearing that name, Pelham looked up with hopeful eyes and a shy smile, seeing the person who made his days better in this firehouse. However, he knew she's been avoiding him since last night.

Flashing Mouch a weak smile, Alie stopped dead in her tracks once she locked eyes with the lieutenant sitting at the table. Quickly turning around, she rushed to the locker room, not seeing how fast Pelham's smile faded away.

Closing her locker once she grabbed what she needed, Alie stood face to face with the lieutenant, who was leaning against the lockers.

“You don’t have to avoid me, Jones.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m not avoiding you.” She quickly replied, walking past him.

“Then why are you running away from me?” Pelham followed her to the bunk room, walking right behind her. “Is this about what happened the other night?” He asked with a sigh.

Alie quickly turned around. “Yes, okay? You had no right to hear that conversation!”

“You were screaming!" His voice rose but his features softened when he saw Alie flinch. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I wasn’t eavesdropping.” He spoke just above a whisper.

“But you listened to a conversation that didn’t concern you.” The hurt and disappointment were clear in her voice. “Now, please, stop looking at me with those pity eyes. I don’t need your pity, Pelham.”

“So now, what?" He frowned. "I can’t be concerned about you? I can’t make sure my friend is okay? Oh, no, I’m sorry. I forgot we’re not friends.” Pelham let his arms dramatically fall to his sides as a long sigh passed through his lips. “Jesus, Jones. I keep trying to get close to you, only to be pushed away every goddamn time!” Shaking his head, Pelham walked past Alie and left the room.

Swallowing the lump on her throat, Alie bit the inside of her cheek as Pelham's words replayed in her head. She knew he was right, she really was pushing him away. But that's what she did to every man that got too close to her. She kept her tough posture but…on the inside she was softly pleading for him to come back, to hold her one more time and tell her everything would be okay.

-/–/-

“What happened this time?” Brett asked, serving herself a cup of coffee, as Alie stormed into the room.

“Pelham happened.” Alie mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on the counter, next to her friend.

“Uhh, I’ve seen this before.” A smirk appeared on Brett’s face as she stirred her coffee. “You two will end up sleeping together.” She took a sip from her coffee and saw the way Alie almost gagged.

“You gotta be kidding me, right? There’s nothing going on between me and Pelham. It was just a kiss, which I already regret.” Alie confessed with a scoff. “To be honest, I think we do hate each other.”

“Uh-hum, sure.” Brett nodded her head, sipping her coffee. “I’ll pretend I believe that.”

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anonymousewrites · 5 months

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Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter Seven

Loki x Reader

Chapter Seven: In Discussion

Summary: (Y/N), Loki, and Sylvie meet each other for the first time since their fight.

(Y/N) and Loki waited in the parking lot until Sylvie finally emerged to talk.

“It’s a short break, so talk fast,” said Sylvie, walking out to them with some food and a drink. She went to a truck, opened the back, and sat down. She carefully avoided (Y/N)’s gaze and attempted to appear nonchalant.

“Sylvie, I know we’re the last people you want to see,” said (Y/N).

“Right.” Sylvie’s tone was bitter. But why would you want to see me after what I did to you?

“We haven’t come here to create trouble,” said Loki. But he did want to wring Sylvie’s neck for a moment and yell at her for hurting (Y/N).

“Then why are you here?” said Sylvie, her gaze snapping up to Loki, still refusing to look back at (Y/N).

“There’s a problem. Loki and I…we’re being pulled through time. Between past and preset and future, even in the TVA.” (Y/N) spoke and forced Sylvie’s attention to her. “And you were there. In the future. In the TVA. And you were looking for us.”

“So?” said Sylvie, dully, taking her chance to look away.

“So, the TVA was in danger, and you were there,” said (Y/N).

“You two see the future now? Cool,” said Sylvie, taking a sip of her drink.

“It’s not something we chose,” said Loki, frustrated with how blasé Sylvie was acting.

“Look, as much as I’d love to see the TVA burnt to the ground, I have no intention of going back there,” said Sylvie sharply. “My life’s here now, and I’m not running. I’m happy.”

“But you were there,” said (Y/N). “Explain what we saw.”

“I don’t know, I don’t care,” said Sylvie.

“You don’t care what’s going to happen to you?” said Loki.

“That sounds a lot like the future’s already been written,” sneered Sylvie. “And we both know that it hasn’t. Not anymore.”

“No, but you still make choices,” said (Y/N) sharply. “And your decisions led you there to find us. That means something, Sylvie. It means that something big is happening, big enough that we have to fight. I know you wouldn’t be there otherwise. But it’s big enough to force your hand.” She swallowed as her harsh words settled in the dust. “And, listen, even without the future being written, Loki and (Y/N) are slipping through time. That means we’re out of sync with everything else. Maybe that’s why we saw it and you still have a choice. But that doesn’t mean something bad isn’t coming.”

“I don’t care about all of that. I want nothing to do with this,” said Sylvie, avoiding the sensibility of (Y/N)’s voice.

“If we don’t work together, I can’t guarantee how long this—” Loki gestured to the world around them “—will be here.”

“You have some nerve coming,” said Sylvie, glaring at him.

“Nerve?” Loki glared back. “You’re the one who has the nerve to speak like that to (Y/N) after you nearly killed her.”

(Y/N) tensed at the reminder, and Sylvie stiffened. “I—” she began.

“She nearly died when we were time-slipping because I couldn’t get her to anyone to help her. So yes, this matters,” said Loki.

“Sylvie,” (Y/N) spoke and drew all attention. “I don’t care what happened between us. I’m alive—” Sylvie felt her heart soar at hearing (Y/N) not be angry at her. “—But” Sylvie’s heart dropped again at the disappointment. “—if the TVA is danger and you had a reason to return, that means everything is in danger. Whatever is happening is bigger than the TVA. This is about everything and everyone.” She looked around. “This place—your home—could be in danger.” She gazed at Sylvie evenly. “Yes, He Who Remains was a tyrant and killing people and needed to be stopped. But he also could have been telling the truth in some way. What if something is coming and the TVA is the only defense? What if what Loki and I was right and there is nothing standing between this world and utter destruction? What if all worlds—all timelines and lives—are in danger?” (Y/N)’s gaze hardened. “What are you going to do if we’re right?”

Sylvie had no response. She had no way to speak after the weight of (Y/N)’s words and all the emotions they inspired. “I’ve got to get back to work.” So she returned to what she knew and ran.

“You gave everyone free will and are running away before making sure they’re safe to use it,” said (Y/N).

For once, her voice wasn’t sarcastic or cruel, just disappointed, and Loki and Sylvie knew from experience that hurt so much worse. The pure sadness in their actions stabbed into their hearts, and Loki was quite glad it wasn’t him on the receiving end for once. No, only Sylvie felt (Y/N)’s words chipping away at her heart.

“That’s the way free will works,” said Sylvie, forcing the ferocity into her words.

“People can’t have free will if they’re unable to use it. That’s what the sacred timeline prevented. And that’s what utter destruction will do, too,” said (Y/N). Her frustration grew, and a headache set in alongside it.

“And don’t forget He Who Remains. He and all his variants are coming. Someone needs to protect people from them starting a war or getting control again,” said Loki forcefully.

“Just kill ‘em. Worked for me,” said Sylvie.

Behind her, Mobius and Brad emerged from McDonalds. “Sorry to interrupt,” said Mobius, sensing the tension immediately. “I think Brad’s got something that he might want to get off his chest.”

“Zaniac’s getting a sequel, and you’re all invited,” said Brad.

“We can wait all day,” said Mobius.

“No, we can’t,” said Brad suddenly, growing anxious. “We need to talk about this back at the TVA.”

“Talk,” said (Y/N), folding her arms. She smiled. “I control you. So if you really want to leave, I’d start talking.”

Brad took her seriously. “Fine, fine. If we stay here, we’re all gonna die.” He pointed at a man passing with his friend. “They’re gonna die.” He gestured at a woman. “Orange shirt, she’s gonna die. Most importantly, we are all gonna die. This is gone! Unless we—”

Sylvie grabbed him, and her magic filtered into her mind and enchanted him to her command. She searched through his memories, and her eyes widened as she drew back with the truth.

“They’re gonna bomb every branch,” she breathed.

“Yeah, including this one,” said Brad.

“Where do we go, Sylvie?” asked (Y/N) urgently.

“I’ll show you,” said Sylvie, reaching down to a watch-like device. (Y/N) jerked upon realizing it was HWR’s Tempad. Sylvie’s clothes transformed into a green outfit of a warrior, and she turned to create a door.

Mobius turned on his own Tempad and alerted the TVA allies. “B-15, incoming.” He shoved Brad through the door.

“Mobius, what’s going on?” said B-15 over the communications.

“Dox wasn’t looking for Sylvie,” said Mobius. She’s gonna prune all the new branches.

“She already is,” said B-15 solemnly. “Mobius…she’s gonna kill them all.”

(Y/N)’s heart dropped. All of those people were dying, and she was just standing there. She needed to do something to protect those lives.

“I’ve got it,” said Sylvie, opening a Time Door.

(Y/N) and Loki stepped through right after her and emerged in a warehouse. Instantly, they crouched behind several boxes before they were seen. Mobius joined them a moment later, and the four surveyed the scene in front of them.

Dox had her whole operation in motion. Minutemen with charges stepped through Time Doors before remerging. They were doing just as B-15 reported: bombing timelines with reset charges. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes, and the thrum of her headache intensified as she watched the Minutemen carelessly throw away so many lives.

“How are you on supplies?” said one man.

“Low on reset charges,” said another.

“What are they doing with the Time Doors?” whispered Mobius.

“They’re connected to those Tempads,” said (Y/N), nodding to a stand with multiple Tempads hooked up. “And they look very similar to Brad’s.” That’s what his Tempad had been created to do.

“Mobius, thirty percent of the branches have been pruned,” said B-15 over the Tempad. “They’re killing billions. Take Dox down now.”

“Minutemen are carrying charges,” murmured Loki.

“That’s how they’re bombing all the timelines at once,” said Sylvie. “With that control panel.”

“If you guys get the Minutemen, I can sabotage the control panel,” said (Y/N).

“Do you understand the Tempads’ modifications now?” asked Mobius.

“Tearing tech apart works just as well,” said (Y/N). “And I’m good at messing with technology.”

“Then we’ll distract them,” said Loki.

He rose and ran at the minutemen with Mobius and Sylvie on his heels. He grabbed one man and threw him to the ground before he could reach the Time Door. Sylvie’s magic blasted some cables apart and shut down several Time Doors while Mobius punched a minuteman before he could set off a charge.

“Our mission is compromised!” shouted Dox upon seeing them. “Set off what you can!”

Several minutemen rushed towards portals, and (Y/N)’s adrenaline soared. She ran for the control panel, and a man tried to grab her, but she sidestepped and lunged for the control panel.

Behind her, Loki grabbed the minuteman and threw him into another. He stole their pruning stick, and Mobius did the same while Sylvie wielded her sword.

She grabbed the Tempads and ripped one out. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough, and the tough wiring wasn’t tearing.

Break, damn it!

(Y/N)’s eyes surged blue, and her veins glowed. The wiring glowed electric blue, and the color spread to the Tempads. The orange screens turned azure and exploded in a shower of lightning.

“No!” shouted Dox, running at (Y/N) as she grabbed another panel and electrocuted it with the pure adrenaline and power rushing through them.

(Y/N) let out a breath as her built up anger and her headache broke apart in the rush of her power slipping out. Her abilities strained to lash out, and (Y/N) let them explode in the Tempads and destroy the paths to the innocent branches and people being threatened.

(Y/N) dodged Dox and backed up. Loki and Sylvie run up beside them.

“Don’t overthink this,” said Sylvie, and she grabbed (Y/N)’s hand. Loki grabbed their other.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up, and her veins faded to green light as she powered up Sylvie and Loki, and their magic blasted outwards, taking down Dox and the final minutemen. They were thrown across the room into a heap on the ground, and the final bits of technology went dead at the touch of magic and pure energy.

For a moment, (Y/N), Loki, and Sylvie stood tall together and looked at the fallen minutemen. They had done it together. And then (Y/N) let go of Loki and Sylvie’s hand, and the moment was broken.

“Call B-15,” said (Y/N), glancing at Mobius. “We need to get them in cells before they do any more damage.”

Mobius nodded. He knew that was the only way forward. And he knew that (Y/N)’s furrowed brow showed the weight of the pain of all those lives lost. They had prevented so much, but they had lost much more.

(Y/N) stood silently as her headache pulsed solemnly, and she just watched as Time Doors opened from the TVA and their own people filed in to take Dox’s loyalists away. Loki and Sylvie didn’t speak either, but they box looked at her worriedly. It was unlike (Y/N) to be so quiet, so still. They thought she’d still be raging at Dox and everyone who had helped her kill so many people. It was scarier to see her like this.

“Loki, (Y/N), it’s time to go,” said Mobius finally, walking up to them.

(Y/N) nodded and followed with Loki through a Time Door. Sylvie was last, hesitant to return to the TVA, but she needed to see what had happened.

They appeared in a control room of the TVA with the timelines displayed above them on a screen. Everyone stared at the display with silent horror. (Y/N) ached at the sight of the truth of what Dox had done.

The bright lines displaying the living timelines were starkly contrasted by a cloud of grey fragments—dead timelines. Dead worlds. Dead people.

“Those are people,” said B-15, unable to keep the hiccup of sadness from her voice. “Those are lives.”

(Y/N) swallowed, and her hands curled into fists. She wanted to do something, but she couldn’t. Those lives were gone because she hadn’t been able to protect them.

Loki saw her movement, and he reached out and took her hand. Her hand relaxed enough for him to slip his fingers between hers. He squeezed gently to remind (Y/N) that he was beside her. She wasn’t alone.

The silence was only broken when a device beeped. Casey shifted slightly and spoke quietly. “There’s a hit on Renslayer’s Tempad.” It should’ve been good news to get a track on her, but after what Dox had done, nothing seemed alright.

Mobius and B-15 tore their gazes from the screen and looked to Casey’s computer for more information. They had to keep going to keep more things from going wrong. Renslayer was loyal to the old ways of the TVA. She was a threat just like Dox.

(Y/N) and Loki turned to face Sylvie, who was just staring in furious sadness at the display.

“Sylvie—”

She cut Loki off. “Is this the best you lot can do?”

“We did all we could,” said Loki, and the unfortunate fact was that he spoke the truth. They had done everything they could, and it wasn’t enough.

“Some defense,” said Sylvie. She narrowed her eyes. “The TVA is the problem. It’s broken; it’s rotten.” She lifted her (HWR’s) Tempad-watch. “I’m going home. If it’s still there.”

A Time Door opened.

“Sylvie,” said (Y/N).

Sylvie paused and looked at her.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t do more,” said (Y/N).

Sylvie’s gaze softened for just a moment. “…I’m sorry for hurting you.” It wasn’t an acceptance of (Y/N)’s words, but it was something.

“I know,” said (Y/N).

Sylvie stepped through the Time Door and disappeared.

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sylkiddsey · 8 months

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Here’s a little snippet of an AU that has been rotting in my drafts forever and maybe posting a part of it will spark some inspiration again :)

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Prove It

Sylvie Brett moves to Chicago the second her divorce goes through. It’s inevitable she and Harrison split. He never understood her to begin with.

She wanted to work. He forced her home to cook and clean. She wanted a social life. He practically chained her to the front porch. She loved helping people. He loved destroying her spirit.

They lasted a year until she couldn’t take it anymore. She no longer cared if she disappointed her family. She didn’t care whether the town would gossip or how her life would be hell if she left him.

She serves the papers, signs them and leaves Indiana for Chicago. It’s the city of dreams after all and she’s sick of living a nightmare.

She obtains her paramedic license and starts floating around at the stations. It’s not a permanent position, but at least it’s something. She’s still able to do the job she loves even if it’s for one shift at a time.

After a month bouncing around firehouses, she impresses the Chief at house three. It’s small, consisting of one fire truck and one Ambo, and overpopulated by men, but she’s just happy to land somewhere.

Her partner, Chris Rosales is older than her and quite the showboat. He has a reputation for treating women like shit and it’s spot on. He’s either objectifying her or ridiculing her work. There is no in between, but she’s no stranger to interacting with jerks. Harrison gave her enough practice to last a life time.

He invites her to an event for The Gaffeny Medical Center. She’s worried it’s a prank, but then he produces the pamphlet out of his pocket. It’s a legit invite so she goes.

She squeezes into her favorite black dress, straightens her hair and applies a a pink shade of lipstick that’s strawberry flavored on her lips. Rosales of course whistles when she arrives and the rest of house 3 all make comments about how they’d pay money for her to give them mouth to mouth.

Safe to say, she needs a drink. She orders a martini, chewing on the olive while her parade of pigs engage in a conversation about sex and scoring.

“I bet Brett’s never made a move on anyone,” one of the engine crew says. He scratches his mustache and winks. “We all know you’re not bold.”

They don’t know anything about her. Hell, no one has ever asked her a single question in the last month and a half that didn’t have to do with her body. She feels like an object that all the guys chose so they could stare.

She wishes she had another woman at the small house besides Lucinda (who doesn’t like her either since Sylvie’s younger and the new eye candy).

She scoffs. “You’re wrong once again, Kipper.”

Rosales claps a hand on her back, stinging the skin and causing her to spill her drink. “Bullshit. We all know you’re a prude.”

A prude? She’s not that! Well, she’s not super flirty or anything, but she’s not timid either.

“What? You all think I’m a wimp?” She asks the table.

“Pretty much,” another man says. What’s worse, is he’s the most bearable one of the group. Sure, Max is just as sexist, but he never leers at her in the locker room like everyone else.

“You’re vanilla,” Chris shrugs, as if that’s the simplest fact in the world.

She took all those assumptions without a word in Indiana, but she’s not doing that again. She’s a new woman after moving to Chicago and frankly, she’s sick of their bullshit.

She tips the rest of the martini in her mouth. “Oh, you guys are so wrong about me. I’m not bland or a wimp.”

“Prove it,” Kipper challenges.

She sure will. She’s tired of being underestimated. That ends tonight. “I will. What do you want me to do? Climb up on the table and shimmy my hips?” She’s hoping that isn’t their plan, but she’s so fired up that’s she’s willing to do it.

“Hell, yeah,” Max grins.

Rosales nudges him. “Um, no. That’s too easy.” He looks around the room at the assortment of medical professionals dressed to the nines. She sees his wheels turning. “Ask one of these guys out. Better yet, make out with one of them.”

Of course the bet would be so sleazy. She shouldn’t have expected more from Rosales. “You’re not serious. I don’t know anyone and I’m not gonna jump them without consent.”

Her ambo partner purses his lips. “Vanilla.”

Nope. This is not happening. Screw the rules and common decency. She’s not about to let Rosales go home smug and gloating. She’ll grow a pair and kiss someone here. Most of them are probably doctors or rich donors anyway. She’ll never see them again.

Oh god, this is entirely crazy, but she’s not looking like wimp. She sets her glass down. “Fine. Prepare to eat your words.”

She leaves, shivering a little because their eyes are no doubt glued to her ass. Whatever happens next, they’ll see.

It’s just a random stranger. It’s fine. Most men here by themselves have to be single. She passes a few couples, searching the crowd for the simplest target.

She brushes past a man about twice her age because she’s not going to kiss someone so old. That won’t make her look great. She just needs to find a nice looking guy who won’t cuss her out for essentially jumping his bones.

Doubt creeps in as she navigates the crowd. Maybe she could cause some sort of scene to make them forget about this stupid bet? If she collapses, surely they won’t force her to kiss someone.

She’s planning the most believable way to fall to the floor when she spots a man leaning against the wall, separate from any crowd or beautiful girl.

He looks somewhat familiar, but she’s probably reaching. Maybe he’s a doctor? She could’ve seen him at the hospital.

He’s in a navy suit, sleeves rolled up with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Truthfully, he’s a very attractive man. She thinks if she kisses him, her annoying house will commend her for choosing someone out of her league.

He catches her staring, and she thinks it’s now or never. Screw it. Her reputation means more than one embarrassing kiss with a complete stranger. Well, a possible, but incredibly hot stranger.

His eyes track her movements, most likely expecting an introduction or conversation. He raises an eyebrow when she crowds his space.

Just do it, Sylvie. You have a lot riding on this.

She looks behind her shoulder to make sure they don’t miss her victory. There’s no way in hell she’s doing this twice.

She faces the attractive stranger again, who seems very confused by her actions. She doesn’t blame him and she hopes he doesn’t blame her for this.

Sylvie grabs the back of his neck and pulls his face to hers. She kisses him slowly, making sure Rosales can’t accuse her of chickening out with just a peck.

Cute stranger freezes, but quickly complies with her movements. He kisses her back and she takes it a step further, pushing them flush against the wall.

No way those idiots can ever refer to her as Vanilla.

She’s thoroughly enjoying this kiss. Mystery guy tastes amazing, like chocolate and whiskey. He smells great too so she’s in no hurry to end this, but she can’t breathe much longer without air.

She pulls away, gasping. And oh god, what is she supposed to say to him? She ambushed his lips out of nowhere. He probably thinks she’s insane.

She glances behind her shoulder again. Kipper’s jaw is on the floor and Max looks like he’s on the verge of tears. Rosales looks resentful and victory has never tasted so good.

Or maybe it’s the man out of her league that tastes great.

Mission accomplished. She’s satisfied but also incredibly mortified because the poor unsuspecting party guest is staring at her in utter surprise.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, fixing her lipstick with her finger. She doesn’t want to explain to him how she kissed him to prove a point to a table of pervs behind her. “So sorry.”

She detangles herself from his arm, speed walking towards the table as fast as she can so she can grab her purse and leave.

“That too vanilla for you?” She asks the guys, stealing Max’s bourbon and chugging it in one gulp. “See you on shift.”

There’s no way she did that. She winds her way through the crowd and out the lobby doors. Harrison would go into heart failure to learn she kissed some random stranger for the hell of it.

Wow, she feels electric.

#chicago fire #my writing #writing wip #matt casey #sylvie brett #brettsey #season 5 #AU #so much potential #so little motivation

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catwouthats · 6 months

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I didn’t want to post anything Loki related bc I don’t like promoting Disney shit after what they did (FUCK DISNEY! they donated 2 mil to Israel. So, don’t give them money y’all), yet somehow this is RELEVANT for social issues???

Basically

Mobius- Structural Functionalism

Sylvie- Conflict Theory

Loki- Symbolic Interactionism

But Loki and Mobius flip flop a little.

If you know sociology, this probably just damaged you emotionally. If you don’t know sociology, you are probably confused. Let me explain. Also I have more I want to say about what this all means. (SEASON 2 EPISODE 6 SPOILERS)

Structural Functionalism- Basically, things like institutions (schools, prisons, etc), roles (what you are expected to do), rules, and strict control are seen as important to hold society together. Each part is needed for the system to survive (else something else will try to take the broken system’s/part’s place… usually messy. Thinks break/slow.)

Conflict Theory- A lower class is oppressed by the upper class. Belief that the systems in place are made to oppress those who don’t have the power

Symbolic Interactionism- seeks to understand relationships between people. The importance of them on an individual level. Why and how one’s personal circle affects how they interact with the world as a whole. focusing on the symbols that help us give meaning to the experiences in our life. Symbols are subjective. Everyone has a different interpretation. The meanings of these symbols can change.

Mobius- Was devoted to TVA (institution). Generally interested in how to use the system as it is. Likes the structure and set up (until later?). Doesn’t question authority (until others do. Follows norms and peer pressure). Did not want to know who he was a while (against social norms in his society that was the TVA institution)

Sylvie- TVA oppressed her all her life. She’s interested in all the people wronged by imbalanced power that is the TVA (herself and everyone along branching times). Interested in equality. Mad at bourgeois (She is passionate and didn’t know as much as Loki —WHO WAS FUCKING TIME SLIPPING SO OFC IT MADE MORE SENSE TO HIM— so ofc she gets mad and makes “rash decisions” bc in her eyes they are logical.)

Loki- Personal. Think “Why?” Questions. Why did He Who Remains do this? Why do I have to be alone? He’a affected by his family/friends. THAT is what causes him to invoke change in society. He doesn’t admit it at first, but it’s clear that he treats everything personally to him. He is a God, something I see as more symbolic rather than functional because it makes everything personal to him on a different scale. The symbol of the TVA changed it’s meaning to the tree of life because of him.

He fixed it all by fixing his personal issues… or breaking them. It’s not how real life exactly works —it’s magic— but it’s interesting. It makes an interesting point. Not that one person is the hero, but that, despite EVERYONE’s group work, still at least ONE person had to give up living (usually it’s too many).

The reason I bring this up is because, again, it is so interesting. I thought this was gonna be copaganda (that one Ep Loki says some wack shit.. which he doesn’t agree with anymore I don’t think bc he literally ripped it apart)(maybe it still is copaganda?? Idk, that’s not the point of this thing). This media actually showed the importance of each social theory individually though. AND HOW THEY CAN WORK TOGETHER TO BRING CHANGE! I’d argue they need to work together to bring change.

You need to have that closeness to each other, that understanding of why people are reacting in ways (symbolic interaction). So you can grow stronger as an organized group and figure out plans (structural functionalism). So you can stand up STRONG to your oppressor without leaving ANYONE behind, so you can reduce the HARM of the oppressive system (conflict theory).

I know this is all over the place and I apologize. It seems weird to talk about something so serious using a show (especially when the thing owning that show is part of what you’re speaking out against??)(like seriously wtf Disney!??? Fuck you!!!??)

That said —off topic again— when it comes to Loki, I think he is going to have to find away to be with Sylvie & Mobius again. He has no defenses. They, Sylvie and Mobius, are his defenses. They help him to not die/kill others. They help keep the TVA workers stable to support him. They help keep things in check so no one gets treated unfairly. He needs both of them.

Anyways, back on topic, this can all be overwhelming. Society as a whole. Just remember that we have each other’s backs. You might not feel it yet, but trust me, more and more people are coming together. They/we are doing more and more amazing things, things that get bigger and bigger with more of an impact.

We are stopping weapons from being shipped.

We are boycotting.

We are donating to support.

We are spreading the word.

There is love, it’s just not ever given by the oppressors. Don’t ever look for love there; the people that are hurting family and friends are not ever going to give you love.

Also, if any part of this is off or insensitive please let me know. I’m terrible at being socially human, like my words don’t get interpreted how I interpret them.

#if this convinced you to watch loki #pirate that shit #don’t give money to assholes #loki #sociology #loki theories #loki analysis #lokius #sylki #sylkius #loki s2 spoilers #loki finale #not gonna tag other things bc this is just a film theory and I don’t feel it’s important to any convo

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dewdropreader · 6 months

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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I was tagged by @bebx and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for this “get to know the writer” tag! Thank you! 😊

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

I believe in 2012-2013? I was around 13-14 years old, so around then anyway (my first one doesn’t exist online anymore as far as I know so I can’t double check.) it was the usual middle school fandom girl era lol. First for my current account was February of 2022!

first character you wrote for:

It would have been Rin Matsuoka from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club! Specifically him and Nitori, they were one of my fave ships in that series!

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Basically anyone from the Loki series but especially Loki and Mobius and Sylvie, not necessarily in that order or all together but some combo of them 💚

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I haven’t written for OFMD but would really like to! I’ve had a lot of feels s2, no solid ideas yet but maybe something will spark some inspiration! Also Red White and Royal Blue! I haven’t gotten a chance to read the book yet but I watched the movie and got hooked and love those boys too 💕 so maybe one or both of them if the Loki series even temporarily gets it’s hooks out of me (with s2 though I’ve been as bad if not worse than before with my obsession so who knows lol)

And for within marvel the ship that got me into fanfic and got me to make this current ao3 account was Stucky so even though I only read for them and never wrote, they always have a place in my heart!

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Also just Loki atm! But who knows for the future.

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Mobius and any of the void Lokis as the best found family ever (Mobius and kid, Mobius and classic, Mobius and all of them my beloveds)

I haven’t written it recently but also wrote B-15 and Sylvie in a non romantic context and even though I think they’re also cute romantically I love them as a platonic pair and want to do more with them too! Similarly Sylvie and C-20, I wish they could have been friends if things had gone a bit differently 🥺

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Lokius and Sylkius! Haven’t written any pure Sylki but who knows (I just like Mobius too much to not include him atm)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Hurt/comfort, fluff, and hugs 😂 sounds about right to me! I like some pain and crying and working through stuff but need the hugs and comfort alongside it/after it for sure.

your current platform where you post your works

AO3 is the same as my name here!

I try to post my fics links on tumblr too but don’t always remember so ao3 is always best bet if you want to read my stuff!! 😍

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Right now I’m most heavily focused on a character study type fic cataloging different moments with Sylvie adapting to her McDonald’s life but specifically looking at her relationship with Jack, I think she would have such a great big sister vibe and they could learn a lot from each other 🥹

“Good job today, Sylvie,” Jack says, his lopsided smile clear even before Sylvie glances his way. He’s always got compliments and kindness at the ready, and he’s young and gentle enough that they’re always believable.

“Thanks, Jack,” she feels a smile curl onto her face. She still, even after knowing Loki and Mobius and B-15, feels like she doesn’t know how to have friends or family or any genuine connections at all. But Jack is the first in a long time to feel so real to her, to feel like a relationship she can stick with, with these new more permanent circumstances and her distance from the trauma of the TVA. She doesn’t remember what it’s like to be a sister, her memories of Thor long gone beyond the occasional glimmers in her dreams, let alone what being the older sister would be like, but this is what she suspects it is. A fierce protectiveness and gentle care, the ignoring of any silly flaws or naïveté because you just care about the person. That’s what she has for Jack, ever since he took her under his wing as an employee, she’s done the same for him as just a person.

“Mind if I stay here for a bit? My ma is going to be a few more minutes.”

Sylvie just smiles softly and scoots over on the wide hood of her truck, gesturing to the empty spot.

Jack nods rather sagely as he awkwardly hoists himself on to the hood of the truck, pushing himself up with his arms and then practically throwing himself on to it.

He pants softly as he adjusts to lay on his back a foot or two away from Sylvie, giving her another boyish grin. “Hey.”

“Very smooth, Jack,” Sylvie snorts.

“Your truck is huge! I’ve ridden in trucks before but yours is massive! I’m not sure how you even get up here, you’re shorter than me!” He laughs.

“My little secret, I guess,” Sylvie shrugs with a slight smile, returning her gaze to the inky sky, dotted with a trillion stars.

I’m excited to keep writing this, I’ve got some Lokius ideas in the works too but this one has been my focus for a few days!!

I’d love to see anyone do this that is interested but I’ll tag my usual group!!

@insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @lgwilt @mirilyawrites @cha-melodius @chaos-monkeyy @waterhorseyblues-ao3 @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows

#loki #lokius #Sylvie #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic questions #ao3 author #get to know me #fic wip

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 5 months

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Okay so my general mru timetravel saga phase thing. + how I’m doing the YA.

Since I think focusing on timetravel instead of the multiverse would have been a better next saga since timetravel was set up formerly.

Also, champions and Runaways will likely feature but I need to defamiliarise myself with the comics to feel more comfortable deciding on HOW. But I’ll get to it, just not in this post.

(Ramble below the cut)

First Phase:

I would make the first phase AFTER endgame extremely chill. More grounded, focus on a smaller group of heroes and the affects of the snap. TFATWS would be my preferred first project but obviously could change when I go to write it. Maybe seven projects in all? Keep it small. Six main solo projects, an avengers team up. I want to make it clear that things aren’t running as smoothly as they could be post-Thanos, there’s a lot of tension, the team isn’t quite… teaming.

Steve shows up as cameos in TFATWS and the avengers teamup, but not to take away from the focus of Sam being the new Cap. He’s more of an… advisor. He has experience, but that’s all he’s got to offer. He’s done with the fight. I don’t think he should’ve died in endgame personally bc I think people need a main avengers to continue showing up to really keep their investment until another character proves worthy enough for focus.

Eli is the first Young Avenger to be included, which would make a whole ‘oooo Young avengers maybe??’ But he’s played off like a cameo that’s there because Isaiah is there, no need to rush into the YA.

Kamala is also showing up. Ms Marvel wouldn’t be a MAIN solo project and would be kind of hinted to be disconnected until Carol shows up in the last episode.

There will also probably be a Hawkeye series but I don’t want any of the YA to be heroes before the YA. So Kate will likely cameo but I don’t want her to be a Hawkeye yet. That’s YA stuff. It can wait.

Second Phase:

A little more funky now. The Marvels is a good guide to take for the balance of funky and grounded. Sure it’s in space but it’s a pretty typical movie, nothing too big. Of course, the marvels = Teddy introduction. I’ve not watched the movie yet (literally on the way there now) so I can’t promise how I’ll introduce him, but it’ll probably be a small ‘cameo type’ thing.

The phase starts on a lighter note but slowly degrades, the avengers are slipping apart. It ends on a Loki s1.

Introduction of Kid Loki also. And I’ll probably do Sylvie differently. But with the demolition of the sacred timeline, there comes chaos in the storyline.

Introduction of the champions might occur here, whilst things are still light and dandy. Depends on what I can swing.

Third Phase:

House of M. Wandavision, obviously, introduces the Twins. They’ll probably remain toddlers though, to keep them little and cute, plus terrible twos + superpowers would make it obvious she’s crazy when she CHOSE that. They’re the two YA introduced this phase, no America until the multiverse unfortunately.

The avengers are slowly falling apart even further, Loki s2, and then, bosh, kangs. Not THE Kang, though. Other kangs. Fighting aaa. Some avengers probably die, Scott definitely does. They win and have to fight THE Kang, don’t win, Kang escapes.

Idk how to explain my idea for that film considering I haven’t properly planned it. But, basic idea is that he WILL come back.

Phase four:

No avengers. They fell apart, like they did for infinity war. If things like this keep happening, there’s no point anymore. Womp womp everything sucks. Some people, like Sam, are trying to keep everyone together but it’s so… hard. They wonder if they’re really just making things worse. They probably are.

Yeah there are solo projects. But it’s mostly pretty dismal. They’re trying to prepare to fight kang but they know they’ll lose. In the final solo project, there’s an end credit scene. Someone in a suit appears in dark streets and picks up a loose newspaper. ‘The avengers disbanded’. In a robotic-ish voice: oh no.

And then, final avengers movie of the saga. Except… it opens up to kids being assholes and oh wait this is just an adaptation of the first Young Avengers comic with some more emphasis on the avengers. Why have a huge crossover movie when teenagers can stab people? This isn’t to say there won’t be any closure for other storylines, I just don’t think every storyline needs to end in an AVENGERS storyline. The big crossover movie will probably be phase 3’s big Kang gang up movie, with everyone fighting their own time travelling war lord. But Kang’s death belongs to Nate. So that’s how it’ll be. Other superhero team ups will probably happen. But the big bad will be slain by those who now carry the avengers torch. It’s to me the only way to actually get people interested in the Young Avengers.

Some post saga notes:

There are some things that will be included. Like fantastic four and Xmen. It’s just a little difficult to try and explain how they fit it without going into masses of detail.

The next saga will likely be multiverse based. The Young Avengers are pretty well prepped for that kind of storyline. I’ll likely reallocate TLAT to this saga. Multiverse works better for god-based movies than time travel. It’ll probably include Children’s Crusade and YA vol2 for some of the avengers movies.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mru #marvel rewrite universe #young avengers

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roberttchase · 1 year

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Brettsey + 'You broke my heart over the phone'.

I made this way too angsty, whoops. I got another prompt as well, so I combined them! Have 2.5k of Matt on lexapro, Cruz throwing a punch, and Brettsey getting alllll their emotions out.

Can you redo the Molly’s scene but with more angst since you’re so good at it??

XXX

The second he clocks her; not even twenty seconds into the damn place, Matt blinks and feels his body tense. He’d wanted to catch up with 51, wanted to quell the intense homesickness he’s been battling the past few months. But maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea after all. His stomach feels sloshy even without having a drink, and there’s a lump in his throat that he can’t quite swallow.

Her hair is longer. It’s the first thing he notices, aside from how beautiful she looks. He wants to compliment it, but then he remembers how he used to rake his fingers through the soft golden strands, how he used to bury his face into it when he was stressed or sleepy. The firefighter remembers how the light would hit it in the morning and make Sylvie look like an Angel while she slept. He turns to go, to make a run for it before he’s noticed, but it backfires and he runs into Gallo and Violet who’ve just walked in.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Captain! It’s totally okay,” Gallo grins widely, clapping Casey on the shoulder.

Everyone seems to notice him now, and a few ‘Case!’ and ‘Captain’s!’ ring out throughout the bar.

He’s not sure what does it exactly, but the sudden thought of being an outsider wells up inside of him. He doesn’t belong here, not anymore. He talks to Severide and Kidd every couple of weeks, but aside from that and Herrmann once in a blue moon, no one reaches out to him- but he doesn’t reach out to them either. He feels trapped like a wild animal caged in a corner. The man can feel eyes from his old team on him, waiting for him to come over and join their conversation. He knows Sylvie’s head is turned towards him now thanks to his peripheral vision. Hands shaking slightly, Matt shoves them into his pockets and licks his lips.

“I actually uh, I have to head out-“

“No way Captain!” Stella calls from the bar, her curls pulled back into a ponytail. “Not until you’ve had a drink or two and we catch up.”

And okay, he’s not thought this one through. Shit. How does he get his way out of this? Walking up to the bar, he gives Sev a hand to the shoulder, then pulls away to let Stella hug him from over the counter. Herrmann’s wiping down the opposite side but heads over, slinging his towel over his shoulder.

“How ya doin’ Casey? How’s Portland?”

“Oh, you know, keeping me busy,” he smiles, ignoring the skeptical look from Stella. “How’s everything here?”

“Oh ya know, keeping us busy,” Herrmann parrots back. “What brings you back?”

“I’m here to see my sister,” Matt lies, not wanting to let anyone know about the talk he’s going to have with Stella, even though he knows at least Severide will hear about it.

“Well, it’s good to see your face back in here. It’s been weird without you.”

“I’ve missed it,” Matt clenched his jaw and blinks, trying to calm himself down.

“What’re you drinking? The usual?”

As much as the blonde desperately wants a beer, he can’t. Not anymore.

“Oh, uh, no, I’ll just take a coke,” he shrugs, feeling his face heat up when the three of them look at him like he’s crazy. “I uhh…I can’t drink,” he adds lamely as an afterthought.

“You got some news for us Case?” Severide laughs and pats Matt’s stomach gently. “Better name them after me.”

“You’re a comedian,” the firefighter rolls his eyes at his best friend's antics. “No, I’m actually,” Matt straightens up a bit, then lowers his voice. “I’m on this medication that won’t let me drink,” he waves off, hoping they’ll leave it.

They don’t, of course. Herrmann tries, which Matt’s grateful for, stumbling out a “Jeez, okay, Lemme get you a coke then,” before ambling down to the soda fountain at the other end of the bar.

“Medication?” Severide’s eyebrows raise. “Are you okay?”

Matt nods, pressing his palms against his thighs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Seriously,” he promises the couple who still look worried. “It’s just Lexapro man, nothing serious.”

Stella and Severide share a look.

“That’s for depression and anxiety right,” Kelly recalls, frowning. “What’s going on with you lately? You can talk to me Case.”

“Look, if it’s all the same to you, maybe we can do this when we’re not at the bar. Don’t really feel like talking about it here,” Matt looks around and Sylvie’s eyes are staring back At him, making him feel like he’s been electrocuted.

He shouldn’t have come. This was all a mistake.

“I’m gonna go see my sister, but it was great to see you guys. Maybe we ca-“

“Stay at the loft tonight, yeah? Beats a hotel,” Stella interjects.

Matt debates it. On one hand, his best friends are married now. But this isn’t him moving back in, it’s one night. He’s missed them. But they don’t deserve to have him back for a night just for him to leave again, just like Sylvie didn’t. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake, and yet-

“Yeah, alright. I’ll text you guys when I’m heading over.”

He puts a twenty on the counter even though he’s not even been given the drink that Herrmann’s still fiddling with, obviously wanting to give them space. A moment later, the blonde is out the door, feeling shaky and like his skin is too tight on his body. It’s as if he’s a live wire, ready to combust. He can’t do this.

“Matt!”

It takes everything in him not to tell the woman approaching him to leave him alone. She doesn’t deserve that, he tells himself, she doesn’t deserve to feel the way he’s been feeling.

“Sylvie..” Any other words die in his throat, now that he’s so close to her, can smell her perfume and can see her freckles that come out when it gets warmer.

“Why didn’t you say you were coming?”

“I don’t…,” he swallows. “Why would I need to? We’re not dating anymore.”

It’s blunt and he sees Sylvie wince. He doesn’t mean to be harsh, it’s just a fair statement. They’re not together anymore, no matter how much he wants to be. He bites his thumbnail; an old anxious habit, then looks at her. She looks surprised, hurt and confused all at the same time.

“We’re adults. We should be able to talk and-“

“You broke my heart over the phone, I don’t think

I owe you anything.”

The words tumble out before he can stop them. Matt can physically feel his resolve crumbling, can feel the nice guy routine starting to slip out of his grasp. All the emotions that have been bottling up since September feel like they’re ready to erupt like a volcano. Tears threaten to do the same.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t just fly out to Portland to have that conversation,” she grits out, and oh yeah, he can’t tell just from how Sylvie sounds that they’re doing this; getting their grievances out, right in the middle of the sidewalk outside of Molly’s.

“Conversation? There wasn’t a conversation from how I remember it. I didn’t even get a real explanation! It’s always been ‘it’s hard’. I get that it’s hard, I had to live it too. But it’s bullshit that the reason we broke up was because it was ‘hard’. We could have done more instead of just give up!”

“It was hard, Matt! Do you know how hard it is being at 51 without you? Constantly being reminded of you? And when we try to set up video dates there’s always something that gets in the way? I needed you and sometimes I couldn’t have you! It wasn’t fair! It was exhausting always wondering if I’d be able to talk to my boyfriend, or the fact I couldn’t hug you or kiss you. We were new and everything was perfect and then you left!” Her words are tainted with sadness and desperation.

Matt feels like he wants to throw up. His breaths quicken and he lets his eyes look away from the paramedic.

“Unfair? This whole thing is unfair, I couldn’t just let the boys get thrown into foster care!” He crosses his arms defensively. “I’ve lived that, and that’s unfair, Sylvie. I’m sorry I can’t be two places at once!”

“I know that Matt, but it doesn’t make the hurting any less miserable,” Sylvie blinks hard, and if Matt has to watch her cry again he’s going to lose it himself.

“Do you know how miserable I was? How miserable I am? I’m trying to be a good guardian to them, and I’m pretty sure I suck. I couldn’t see you then, and I can’t see you now. I don’t have friends at work, it’s not like 51. 51 is a family. I’m an outsider at my firehouse,” he swallows thickly, finally admitting how awful it’s been. “I’m not Case or Matt to anyone there. They don’t know me! I’m Captain Casey, and that’s all I’ll ever be because they don’t care. I’m not invited places because I’m their boss. Our Chief is only at the house half the time, which means I’m in charge of everything. So it’s work, boys, and then make things in the shed behind the house because if I’m left alone with my thoughts? It’s not a good time.”

He thinks back to the first week they’d been broken up. Thinks back to sitting alone in the dark of his small bedroom and wondering if he was helping anyone, if he was a good guardian, or brother, or leader. He thinks back to intrusive thoughts and punching a hole in the wall, ignoring the fracture and letting himself feel the pain for the next two weeks, serving as some kind of fucked up punishment.

Sylvie is watching him as he starts trembling and his chest tightens. He knows his anxiety is starting to seep through the wall his lexapro builds him, and he clears his throat.

“Look. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t do enough, and I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You don’t ever deserve to feel like you’re not enough or you’re a second choice.”

Dejavu washes over him.

“I just want you happy. So if you’re happier without me, I accept that. But please don’t let us fail just because it was hard. You were it for me Sylvie, absolutely the only one I could ever see building a forever with. And like I said, you broke my heart. I’m not going to deny that. But I’d rather my heart be broken versus yours.”

By the end of his little speech, he’s trembling all over, and he thinks maybe he should get to his suitcase that’s at Christie’s and take another pill. Sylvie looks ready to cry at any moment, cheeks flushed and eyes watering.

“Matt-“

Severide and Cruz interrupt her, walking out of Molly’s laughing. Both stop short, and it’s ironic really, the fact Matt and Sylvie’s respective ‘defenders’ are walking out to this of all things. All four of them freeze, but the tear that’s falling from the paramedics eyes makes Cruz snap back into action almost immediately. He puffs his chest out and stands taller as he walks up to Matt. The Captain straightens his own shoulders.

“You know, with all due respect Casey, now that you’re not at fifty one, I can kick your ass for hurting her.”

“Cruz! You’re still a firefighter, and not only that, I’m your lieutenant and I’m also right here,” Severide steps in, his voice firm.

Matt keeps his face stony and unreadable, mouth in a thin line, almost turning downwards. He knows there’s no way in hell Cruz would try and fight him, at least he’s 90% sure. He holds his ground, raising an eyebrow.

“You really want to do that Cruz?” He asks, ignoring the noise Sylvie makes next to him. “Go ahead then. You’ll get reprimanded, but if it’s worth it, you can take a free shot,” Matt says sarcastically.

Before he knows what’s happening, there’s force against his cheek, hard and sudden. Both Severide and Sylvie yell at Cruz, and as Matt looks up cradling his jaw, he sees his best friend grabbing the squad member by his shirt, holding him tight.

“You’re out of your damn mind man!”

“No, Casey is! Brett’s been heartbroken and it’s his fault!”

“It’s no one’s fault, they’re both adults, and this isn’t high school!”

“Stop! Stop yelling, and stop stepping in for me. Cruz, I told you, I broke up with him. You don’t get to just go around hitting people because of something they did or didn’t do,” Sylvie glares.

Matt’s not sure he can recall ever seeing her this angry. Wincing as he rubs the tender spot on his jaw and cheekbone, he finally recovers, clenching his fist. He wants to sucker punch Cruz, but he also understands why he’s hit him. And truthfully, maybe he deserves it. Sighing, he puts a hand out, signaling for everyone to stop.

“I’m leaving. Severide, I’m grabbing my bag from Christie’s and then I’ll come to yours. Cruz, have fun with your write up. Sylvie…it was good seeing you.”

The last few words are quiet and his voice shakes, but it’s the last of his worries. His face hurts, he’s exhausted, and he feels like he’s going to crawl out of his skin.

“I’ll see you guys around.”

With that, Matt turns and walks down the street, grateful Christy isn’t too far away. The idea of staying near everyone for much longer makes him feel gross. By the time he’s letting himself into Severide and Kidd’s apartment; because of course he still has his key, it’s nearing ten o’clock and a bruise is blossoming on his jawbone.

“Damn, he really got you good,” Stella says Matt shuffles in further, setting his leather duffel bag down.

“It was an easy shot, could have avoided it,” he grumbles, sitting on the couch reflexively, as if he still lives there.

A beat of silence.

“So, can I talk about the elephant in the room?” Stella looks at him with that determined face she gets, so he nods as Severide comes and sits down too, a bowl of chips in hand.

“When did you start taking lexapro?”

The way she says it reminds Matt of a mom worrying over her kid, which isn’t all that terrible if he’s honest.

“In October. It’s been a rough few months I guess,” he shrugs, staring at the wall behind his friends.

“That’s all we get?”

“Tonight? Yeah. Maybe tomorrow I’ll say more but I’m tired and feel like shit and want to sleep.”

“Fair enough dude. Go get some sleep. And take something for your jaw, or you’ll regret it.”

“Yes dad.”

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I've had this beautiful long note in my inbox for so long and I'm excited to finally have a drabble for you! I'll no doubt do some more Jungkook Lily too, but here's Namjoon and Sylvie for you. Thank you so so so much for reading my stories and I'm really all gooey inside that you enjoy them so much!

Bonus thank you to the person who wrote in asking about Namjoon doing origami!

Story: Amended Characters: Namjoon & Sylvie (Namjoon x Gina, Sylvie is Gina's daughter) Length: 2353 CW: some cursing about deadbeat dads :)

Namjoon sat on the couch and looked at Sylvie. Sylvie looked right back at him, but standing, with her arms tucked into the back of her Mirabel dress through an impressive feat of contortion. Namjoon knew who Mirabel was; he’d seen the movie twice and made a point of learning the soundtrack. Coco too. And Moana. And Frozen, back before he knew which Disney movies Sylvie and Diego actually liked. They had not yet been impressed by his knowledge of the lyrics but Gina had made him butcher the Spanish lyrics of ‘Dos Oroguitas’ again for her later and swayed with her arms around his neck and kissed him hard so… yeah, no regrets. It was nice languages came to him relatively easy. He hadn’t told her he was learning Spanish in his spare time yet, not wanting to embarrass himself before he reached a minimum threshold of competency, but obviously that was a thing he needed to do. She spoke Spanish with her kids as much as she did English. Her whole family spoke it as their first language. He wanted to be in her life, so he needed to speak it too.

Now he decided to try it out a little during this afternoon alone with Sylvie for the first time.

“Qué quieres hacer?” he asked her to show off.

Her lips bubbled out with her breath and she tilted her head and scrunched her eyebrows together. Fuck, had he said something wrong? Or did he just sound stupid?

“What are we going to do together, Sylvie?” he asked her.

“I don’t know,” she giggled. Then tilted her head the other way. “No sé.” Then “Podemos comer dulces?”

“Ok ok, you passed my Spanish,” he laughed. “I don’t speak much yet.”

“Do you have candy in your pocket? Can I have it?”

One time he’d had candy in his pocket when they saw each other while he was in uniform.

“Sorry, I don’t…”

She didn’t say anything but looked disappointed. Strike one. Namjoon pursed his lips and templed his fingers, elbows on his knees, and waited. One of them had to figure out what they were going to do. They had several hours before Gina and Diego would be home for his afternoon of appointments. Gina was stressed as shit about Diego’s school trouble lately –Diego acting out, doing poorly on his schoolwork, not wanting to do his homework or even read anymore. So off they went to the doctor for something Namjoon hadn’t asked the details about and Namjoon had volunteered to keep Sylvie before Gina could ask Isabella.

Because, hey, he and Gina were kind of a thing now –no, not kind of. A thing. They were a thing. And he needed to impress her kids quick. He didn’t have tons of nieces and nephews running around like Jungkook did to give him that leg up. He didn’t know much about kids at all and suspected they both knew Diego and Sylvie. He felt big and clumsy with kids. He’d felt that way when he was a kid.

“So uh… what do you want to play?” Namjoon asked.

Sylvie just shrugged.

“Um, you’ve got like… Princess stuff or Legos or–”

“Those are Go’s,” she corrected. “I don’t play Legos.”

“Oh. Ok, well… we could uh…” He racked his brain, trying to think of what Jungkook mentioned he did with Lily, or what he’d seen Sylvie do when he was over any other time, or any movies he’d seen. “Um… tea party?”

“No,” she said in her little soft voice, a gentle rejection.

“Uh… art?”

A pause, then, “Ok.”

“Ok. What art stuff do we have? I’m not a great artist but maybe you can teach me something…”

“Anyone can be an artist,” she corrected. “All you have to do is take a crayon and make your mark.”

“Wow.” She went over to get a box from against the wall but he just stared after her for a moment. Had she thought of that on her own? That was fucking profound. “Does your mom say that?”

“No. It’s in that crayon book.”

“What crayon book?”

“You know, the crayon book.” He still didn’t know, but she didn’t clarify further, because apparently he ought to just know what book she was talking about even though he was positive he’d never read a book about crayons in his life. Or, well, recently. When she began to drag the box to the coffee table, he picked it up and set it beside the table and lifted the lid off, peering into a chaotic nest of broken crayons, pipe-cleaners, half used sticker sheets, dry glue sticks, uncapped markers, loose sequins, and colored popsicle sticks.

Sylvie plopped right down and pulled out some paper and crayons. Damn, she was cute, little face bright and happy, loose hair wispy around her face from her long ponytail with a sparkly scrunchie.

“What are you drawing?”

“Uh….” She paused and looked at the lines she had made, then giggled and whispered shyly, “I don’t know yet.” He wasn’t sure why that had made her shy, but decided to give her some space. She was shy, much shyer than Lily, who saw everyone as a friend she just hadn’t met yet. Each time he was around Sylvie, he felt like it took time for her to warm up to him again. It was faster if Lily and Jungkook were around, like Sylvie just accepted Namjoon was her Jungkook stand-in for the moment.

But he wanted to be more than that to her. Even if the reality of what it took to be more than that for her felt beyond him right now because he couldn’t even figure out how to spend an afternoon with her. What business did he have dating a woman with children when he knew next to nothing?

But he wanted to. He wanted to figure this out. He felt like Gina and Diego and Sylvie were worth it. He got it, why Jungkook had felt like Isabella, Ezra, and Lily were too.

So he folded his long legs under the coffee table and dug around in the box and pulled a few pieces of paper out to draw on too. In holding it, though, he realized it was a lighter weight, and had pretty designs on each side.

“Oh, this is perfect for origami.”

“I know origami,” Sylvie announced, eyes lighting up.

“Oh yeah?”

“We do origami in art special at school.”

“What’s art special?”

“Thursday.”

“Ok…” Didn’t answer his question but she seemed to think it did. “Well what do you make?”

“Um…” She blew her lips out unhappily. “Swords.”

“You… make origami swords?”

“Yeah… and a diamond.”

“And a diamond.” He had no fucking clue what she was talking about.

“Here, I can show you!”

“Ok!” Yeah that seemed good. He watched as she started folding up her current paper without even bothering to make it square. “Wait. I need tape.”

“You shouldn’t need tape…”

“Well I do,” she said and sounded so much like her mother it made him laugh. He went to find some tape, but all he could find was packing tape, so he had to fight with the end of it and tear her off small pieces to use and then fight with the end again when it would inevitably cling to itself again.

“You can say bad words. I know not to say them too,” she assured him, either reading his mind or lips.

“Ah… I won’t… it’s better to stop saying bad words, you know?”

“Mami says bad words don’t count if you say them in Spanish so maybe you should learn Spanish.”

“Yo estudio español.” As soon as he said it, he worried it was wrong,even such a basic phrase. She giggled, which could mean either way.

“Ok do what I do,” she told him.

He tried. She kept checking his work and telling him he was doing it wrong, but then she’d tell him “very good” probably like her teacher did. Then she held out the thing she’d made. “Aquì. A diamond” and motioned to his.

“Ahh, yes, hm.” He looked at the two things in his hands. This was not origami. This was paper folded and taped to resemble a crunchy wad roughly in a shape alluding to a diamond. In a way, hers was better, because his looked like it was trying too hard. “It’s really cool. Thanks for teaching me.”

“Do I have to make a sword?”

“No, of course not. Want me to make something?”

“Yes,” she grinned.

“Ok, let’s see…” He looked around for something he could use to crease the paper and settled on a shitty pair of safety scissors. It had been a while since he’d actually made anything with origami and he worried at first he’d need to look up directions which would make it seem a little less cool. But once he started to crease the paper, he felt the directions come back like a video he could watch just by closing his eyes. His fingers remembered –probably because he’d made dozens of these trying to impress a girl in middle school. It had not worked. Resulted in nothing but papercuts and blisters.

Sylvie leaned close on the table, watching his hands closely. No one ever paid that much attention to anything he was doing, it was really sweet. He kept glancing at her face until he made the final fold and held it out to her.

“It’s a butterfly!” she gasped and held her hands out for it. When he set it in her palm, she cradled it like it was real.

“It’s pretty, right?”

“It’s so cute!”

“Ok, let’s see, what else do I know how to make…” Namjoon racked his brain as Sylvie leapt up and made the butterfly fly around the room. She was so pleased with it, it made Namjoon feel really good.

“Teach me how to make it!” Sylvie begged, crashing back down and gently putting the butterfly on the table. “She needs a sister and we can make a bed. No, two sisters!”

She was talking to him so much!

“That’s a lot of sisters,” Namjoon laughed. “All right. It’s kinda tricky though so I may have to help you sometimes…”

He thought that might be frustrating for her to need help. Kids were supposed to get impatient if they couldn’t do it themselves, right? But she didn’t mind at all, just leaned around his hands to see when he’d reach forward to assist with the more complicated bends and folds. Her butterfly came out a little wonky but he praised it and she glowed. She chose the paper for his and then they looked up on his phone how to make a box, which he folded while she tore up paper to be the “blankets.”

“Hmmm, should I try to make a bird? It’s pretty hard!”

“You can do it!” Sylvie insisted. “If it gets hard I can help you.”

Ah, she was adorable. She was really cute. Namjoon watched her smile to herself and arrange the trio of butterfly sisters carefully in their new little bed and couldn’t fathom how a father could just walk away from this little girl. That’s what the fucker had done! Gina had minced no words when, in response to Namjoon asking her on a date, she had said, “I already picked the wrong dad for my babies and now they’ve got a basket of abandonment issues. They already know you. I know no guy wants to hear it, but I can’t date you unless we figure out fast if we’re serious about it, because they don’t need another guy tossing a wave over his fucking shoulder at them.”

And Namjoon had straightened his shoulders and looked her in the eye and said, “I debated it a long time before I asked because of that. You deserve better than that, they deserve better than that. You tell me what the best thing is to do for them, and for you, but… yeah. I’m serious about this. I mean it.”

And so they were a thing, even though they’d only been on a few dates, and Namjoon was doing his best to earn the warmth he felt in his chest every time her kids played with him or asked for help with something or hung off his arms to see if he could still walk or just shouted and waved, “Hi, Joon! Bye, Joon!” Always Joon.

The crane hadn’t turned out great but Sylvie loved it. She loved the frog too, even though he had to find instructions on his phone. He made it with daisy paper and Sylvie squealed with more glee than he’d ever heard from her. She loved his shitty frog, his lopsided crane, the butterflies. And it was soothing to make, too. Something about the focus on such a small task, the dexterity required, the smoothing and folding and pressing, the doubting it until it finally came together, it was all very calming.

Maybe that was spending time with Sylvie too though. She was so quiet when her brother wasn’t around; Jungkook said Lily barely stopped to breathe, but it was obvious Sylvie on her own was a gentle soul. She seemed perfectly happy doing this too; he was amazed how long it entertained her.

“Ok what else can we make…”

“Make a… hm…” Sylvie trailed off staring at the screen as Namjoon scrolled to see what else there were tutorials for. “MAKE A ELEPHANT!” she shouted, pointing at his phone so hard it fell from his hands. Her eyes got wide. “Sorry…” she grimaced.

“Ahh, it looks really hard, but let’s see if we can do it together,” he said. “What paper are we going to use?”

“Pink.”

“Pink it is.”

Sylvie giggled and snuggled close to his side so their hands could work together and it didn’t matter that the girls in middle school hadn’t been impressed with his origami. It was worth every second to spend this afternoon making Sylvie happy instead. Worth every papercut.

#amended #asks #anonymous #drabble game #dad namjoon #namjoon ff #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fluff #stepdad namjoon #kim namjoon ff #police officer namjoon #namjoon x oc

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Loki Season 2 Predictions:

[Warning: Maybe spoilers but probably just list of wrong things my mind came up with by accident lol]

• Most controversial out of the way, I think the Mobius and Sylvie we see in the trailer (the whole trailer) are the exact same ones from Season 1: I think Mobius got his memories erased, get into that later, and Sylvie just decided to hide in a random timeline as a mortal. I’ll get into the Mobius thing in the next prediction/theory, But Sylvie seems obvious. From all the clips and Bts of Sylvie she never seems surprised by the time stuff and Loki, more like she was dreading dealing with that stuff again. Also, some of the info says Loki is looking for HER, not a variant. Loki would obviously see a variant as a completely different individual now. My final reasoning is more a theory connecting to both Mobius and Sylvie: I don’t think they can HAVE variants. Sylvie is already a variant, and became her own multiversal, timeline-free entity. Same with Mobius in a way, Mobius can obviously have variants but I don’t think the TVA can have variants, because the TVA can’t cause it’s own Nexus Events outside of time. My only evidence is literally based on a thing I don’t like from Strange 2, so take it with a grain of salt. America Chavez says (or at least thinks) that she has no variants. What if she just doesn’t have variants that branched from her or vice versa? Maybe America Chavez variants exist but not from that same nexus event or origin point. So yeah, I think Sylvie and Mobius are the same ones from Season 1.

•Mobius got his memories erased: Pretty simple one. Why build up the fact that Loki probably now knows how to return memories if not to use it? Why make a little scene where Mobius says he didn’t leave those cup stains and Ravonna say he did if not to hint that she might of erased his memories before? I don’t know feels weird for a completely different Mobius to be buds with Loki only for the OG to return or be completely ignored. Also, hey! Loki using his mental manipulation magic for good! That would be neat development!

•More than one Kang: Another obvious one but still…No way is Victor Timely, the Kang variant that got STUCK in the wrong timeline and using Minutes as a ghost trick the major big bad. There has got to be another Kang.

•B-15’s and Casey’s origin and/or Variants will be seen and possibly explained: I just doubt Casey would send himself to prison so 98% sure it’s his Nexus event. And I would really like it if on a mission Mobius and Loki accidentally come across B-15’s variant and that’s how they are able to convince her to get on board with their plan (It took Sylvie returning her memories to make her join her side, so I doubt the time duo would be able to convince het without concrete, and personal, evidence).

•I didn’t come up with this one but I am adding a little thing: Mobius used to be a Jetski Salesman…BUT never actually got to ride em. Like how he protects the Timeline but could never be a part of it. So after the conflict is over I think Mobius will choose to not to return to old life, and choose a new life (*cough* please with Loki *cough*).

•Controversial…I don’t think Sylvie and Loki are gonna end up together: It’s not because I don’t like the ship! It’s because it would be kinda lame for both of their character arcs. I also don’t think it matches with how their reunion seems to be, or make sense with their different goals. So…I yeah… I think Sylvie will choose to travel the Multiverse again, this time trying to find a place to belong and not just be a Loki variant. While Loki focuses on dealing with Kang and probably returning to the Main timeline. This mostly just me seeing Sylvie not wanting to deal with Kang’s shit anymore while Loki does want to.

•The TVA will burn down to the ground and it will be caused by Mobius in some way: The TVA is inherently problematic and flawed, destroying it seems like the only good option. And lots of foreshadowing that Mobius will cause it (To Loki threatening to do it “You can start on my desk”, “Burn it to the ground! Thanks for the spark!” Entering Renslayer’s office with a prune stick despite probably not gonna use it on her but the office, etc).

•Last real prediction, I think Ravonna will end up taking control over the TVA and Miss Minutes away from Kang becoming her own separate villain: This is just based on the comics. Ravonna works with/for Kang but always ends up hating him and trying to kill him. Why would Judge Renslayer not think she could do a better job? •Not a prediction but a really big wish: Loki and Mobius get together…Probably won’t happen but eh, a person can dream can’t they?

Also I swear to god if they end another season with Mobius not getting/riding a Jetski then what was this all for?

#mcu #marvel #loki season 2 #predictions #headcanon #theories #loki mcu #sylvie #mobius #ravonna renslayer #kang dynasty #tva

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All The Lessons I Never Learned

Chapter 28. The "Play"

Synopsis: Loki is going to a local drag show, but he can't bear to tell Mobius that, even though he needs a babysitter. So he lies, and tells his coworker that he's going to a play instead.

Word count: 4,288

Stand Alone?: Context is helpful

Warnings: the "R" slur, swearing, vomit mention, drunkenness/drinking, accidents, notes of internalized trans/homophobia

Notes: This is a harder chapter to read, but I consider it rewarding all the same. Thor and Sylvie are adorable as always, and the Loki-Mobius tension just bubbles in this story.

Read it on AO3!

“Let’s go out tonight,” Loki said.

“Tonight? Really? Loki, it’s the middle of the week,” Verity’s voice scratched on the other end of the line.

“No, I know, but isn’t that why it’s perfect? Won’t be so busy out there. There’s a show at the Barracuda. Only 5 dollars for a ticket, it’ll be great!”

“You don’t even drink anymore!”

“You don’t even get out anymore! Come on, if you’re not going to come with me I’ll just call Lorilei and I think we both know that’s not a good mix with my two month chip. We can dress up! Just like old times?”

“Can’t you take your new boyfriend?”

“Well for one, I don’t even think he’s interested in the gents.”

She laughed “the gents. Oh my god, can’t you keep talking like a normal person until we get there?”

“So you’ll go then?”

“Only if you play designated driver and let me have fun.”

“That works for me. Meet you there at… seven?”

“Seven? Jesus Christ, Loki, how old are you?”

“We both agreed it’s the middle of the week! I’m a caregiver!”

She sighed. “Yeah… Whatever.”

At the office that morning, Loki made sure to run and catch up with Mobius as the man collected reports and physical documents, made some copies, and stapled packets together. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“That depends…”

“A friend invited me out tonight-- not as a date or anything-- but I was wondering if you could maybe look after Thor for the evening?”

“What time do you want me to take him? Am I picking him up from daycare?”

“No, no. Does six work?”

“So you want me to take Sylvie home and then turn around and come pick him up?”

“The play is at seven.”

“What play is it?”

“Two Gentlemen from Verona,” Loki answered without skipping a beat.

“Really? That’s a good one. Have you seen it before?”

That wasn’t a response Loki had expected.

“It’s my first time,” he lied.

“Good way to spend a well earned night out.”

In the elevator down from Thor’s daycare, Loki explained to the little one that he’d be going over to Sylvie’s this evening. “Do you know what you’re going to pack?”

“Mjollnir… and my big blankie!”

“The big one, hm? And do you know what I need to pack for you? Are you going to try to use the potty tonight? Or is Mobius going to be changing nappies?”

Thor’s face flushed. “I’ll be big! I promise!”

When they got home, Loki made sure to pack both in the bag, just in case, before helping Thor fold up his blanket, prepare his toothbrush, and put together his pacifier in its sanitary pouch.

Finally, Loki stood up, “So now’s the fun part: I’m going to go start getting ready, and you’re going to pick out some clothes, and some toys you want to share with Sylvie,” he said, with a smile and tone that was less than genuine.

The second he stepped out the door, he dashed back to his own room, shutting the door and frantically began to strip and start his transformation. Or, as he preferred once he got started, her transformation.

She latched her bra after adjusting her chestplate, and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror before slipping on some tights, and a cocktail dress.

She opened her bedroom door just a crack and peeked out of it, just to make sure Thor was still distracted, and then, slithered to the bathroom, locking the door, and took out a zippered bag from underneath the sink.

There was a thump while she was doing her mascara, “Thor?” she called. “Put your luggage in the living room so it’s ready when mr. Mobius gets here!”

A few minutes later, she popped her lips and clipped on some earrings before opening the door again, rezipping her makeup case, and stuffing it back under the sink behind the nappies and towels.

“Thor? You heard me, right?” she asked.

She opened his nursery door. The suitcase was still there, and so was the day bag, blanket and pillow, but there was no Thor.

“Thor?” she asked again. She checked the living room, the kitchen, still no Thor.

She finally came back to her room and there he was, standing next to a very messy open chest of clothes, attempting to put on a pair of sequinned, colorful, bell bottom pants.

“Can I wear these?” he asked, giggling. “They’re really ugly!”

Loki took a breath, trying not to look too mortified. “You have some fun clothes, why not wear your own?”

“I don’t have any sparkles!” he argued.

“I didn’t think you liked looking like a girl.”

“I like looking pretty, like you do!”

“Alright,” she sighed, “we’ll try it soon. But for now, you’re a big strong boy for Mobius and Sylvie, right?”

“Yup! And you’re the bestest big little sister!” He hugged her.

She tilted her head away to avoid smudging her makeup. Then, pulled away. “When Mr. Mobius comes by, what do you tell him?”

“You’re taking a shower and busy,” Thor recited.

“Right and, what else?”

“You’re my bestest brother, not sister.”

“Very good.”

And with that, Loki helped her brother put back on his own clothes, set all his things by the door in a neat little pile, and instructed him to answer the door when the bell rings.

Then, she shut herself in her room and took inventory of the mess that the little one had made, refolding and organizing her clothes more thoughtfully than she ever had before and feeling mighty thankful he hadn’t found it at a time when her breast form or hip pads had been inside.

There was a knock on the door.

Thor pressed his face right against the peephole. “Hello, Sylvie! Hello Mr. Mobius!” he yelled before opening it.

“Hey, Thor! Where’s your brother, buddy?” Mobius asked.

“He’s on the potty.”

“I am NOT!” Loki yelled, muffledly. She could hardly be heard from the living room.

Mobius walked towards the closed bedroom door before knocking on it. “Are you busy?” he asked. “You got time to talk about tonight?”

“I-- I’m about to get into the shower, so you must understand that I’m running very late. Can we text later?”

“How about we don’t and you just tell me what I need to know. Thor’s your little brother, isn’t he? C’mon. At least tell me if he’s got any allergies or medications? And while you’re at it, what time you want to come pick him up, wouldn’t hurt.”

Loki frowned while sitting criss-crossed by the door. “No allergies. No medications. But… you know he’s not potty trained, right?”

“I did catch that earlier. Is it training pants tonight? Do I need to remind him to go?”

“Yes… I think. Try that.”

“Alright and what time are you coming to pick him up?”

Loki didn’t answer.

“Loki, how late am I staying up?”

“I don’t know! Eleven?”

“Thank you,” he said with a little bit of exasperation. “Now go get in your shower and have fun at that show. It’s a good one. Alright?” He slapped the door twice before turning away.

Loki kept her ear pressed to the door.

“You ready to go, bud?” Mobius asked. The rustle of a duffle bag was audible.

“Yeah! Are we gonna go to a restaurant?”

“No,” Sylvie interjected. Her voice had been a constant, humming presence since she had arrived, but like Thor’s, her childish jargon had faded into the background. This was the first time Loki had actually listened. “Papa’s making sloppy joes!”

“What is that?” Thor asked.

“They’re like hamburgers but… wet.”

Mobius laughed. “Yeah… kind of.”

Then, the door slammed and they were gone.

“Hey bud, can you hold my hand while we’re crossing the road?” Mobius asked.

Thor had a thumb in his mouth as he absently watched the world around him.

“Oh no, you’re not a baby today, are you?” Sylvie asked. “Because I’m a big girl and I wanted to have a big girl sleepover.”

“Thor’s not sleeping over,” Mobius informed her.

“And I’m not a baby!” Thor added.

“He’s just a little nervous, hun, it’s scary going somewhere without your caregiver for the first time.”

“Oh…” Sylvie added. She seemed confused by the statement.

“Do you remember the first day I took you to daycare? How much you cr--”

“--Um, Thor, what should we play?” she asked.

“Mh… Theater,” he suggested. “Loki likes theater. That's where sh- he’s going tonight. He taked me to the puppet theater one time.”

A smile immediately burst onto her face and she bubbled with excitement. “Papa, you’ll play with us because you like theater… right?”

“Yeah, of course I will.”

“And you’ll come see the play?” she asked.

“Yeah, if you want me to.”

Upon arriving at the dusty little apartment, Sylvie ran into her room, and Mobius, after setting down Thor’s bags and helping him remove his boots, retreated into the kitchen to start on dinner.

“Thor! C’mon! You take forever!” Sylvie yelled from her room.

Upon being given the invitation, Thor ran and peeked his head in.

The little girl was struggling with a large tub of toys that had been taken out from under her bed and an even bigger, decorated piece of cardboard she had moved from her closet, lugging both into the living room in one trip.

“Lookit this!” she cried out while she set it up.

“Your own theater?!” he asked.

“Yep!” She moved onto the toys in her bin. “I’m going to be the dragon and the kitty, but you can play with these ones:”

Sylvie pointed at a pile of finger puppets, baby puppets, and stage puppets, all the ones that weren’t passable as stuffed animals.

“What about those?” The bin was still nearly half-full.

“We aren’t using those ones.”

“Why not?” Thor pulled a beautiful full-body puppet out, like Sylvie’s kitty and dragon. This one was a wolf.

“Because I said no.”

“Mr. Mobius?!” Thor yelled.

Mobius peeked his head out of the kitchen. “Yeah?”

“Sylvie’s not sharing!”

“Yes I am!”

Mobius stopped what he was doing and came over to take a look for himself. He loomed over the cardboard theater at the piles.

“He has a bigger pile than me! See?”

“Well, Thor, what do you want to play with? What’s the issue?”

“I wanted one of the big ones…” he murmured.

“Well, I know it’s not a puppet, but you can always bring Mjolnir out, he’d be a pretty neat character.”

“But he’s not a puppet!” Sylvie fretted.

“Well, if you wanna give him one of your fancy plushie puppets, he’ll be gentle with it, right, buddy?”

Thor nodded. “I’ll be gentle.”

Sylvie plunged her hand into the bin and pulled out a lumpy looking fox. “You can be this one.”

Thor slipped it onto his hand and experimented with its mouth and human-like arms, checking what he could move. It wasn’t as cool as Sylvie’s other puppets, but it was nice. It would suffice.

“Papa! Papa!” Sylvie shouted the second he had walked away.

This time, Mobius didn’t come back. “Yeah?” he yelled back.

“Come see our show!”

“Can we do the show after dinner?”

“Is it done?!”

“Yep!”

Sylvie dropped her puppets immediately, but gave a pitiful look back, before running to the kitchen.

Thor followed behind.

He curiously watched Mobius scoop a red, meaty substance out of a pot and onto a burger bun.

It smelled fine but… “why does it look like that?”

“It’s a sloppy joe…” Sylvie explained.

It was more of a rhetorical question anyway.

Thor was not the type to turn down a free meal whatever it was.

“It’s American food,” Sylvie told him as she sat down in her chair and patiently waited for Mobius to bring a plate over to her.

Thor copied her actions, but on his way to a chair, he set Mjolnir in her empty highchair before sitting down across from it.

“Papa says no stuffies at the table.”

“He’s not! He’s in a highchair! That’s a different table.”

“We don’t want to risk getting him gross,” Mobius said apologetically. “We’ll just pull it further away tonight.”

“No! You can’t bend the rules for him!”

“You wanna grab Rapunzel?”

Sylvie pushed out her chair and ran to go grab one of her puppets instead. “Rapunzel is busy,” she told her papa, setting the dragon behind the other leg hole.

“She’s not coming out?”

“No. She’s busy until bedtime, but she might sleepover with mr. Puzzles…” She mumbled the name of her other stuffed animal and looked over expectantly as if Thor would make fun of her for it.

After dinner, Mobius helped the littles wash their hands and began doing the dishes.

“Thor, You can run along, buddy. You wanna go rehearse with Sylvie?”

“Yeah but… I should help.”

Mobius smiled and moved over before giving Thor some rubber gloves.

“Thor!? Are you coming?!” Sylvie yelled.

“He’s helping me clean up!” Mobius yelled back. Then, in a whisper he added, “You better get back over there soon. She’s not going to wait forever.”

Thor nodded, thinking his job was done after setting some forks into the dishwasher pockets.

“Come see our play!”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you. Promise.”

Mobius sat down in front of the puppet theater as the two littles giggled and talked behind the cardboard wall, seemingly unaware that their talk could still be heard. Then, Sylvie peeked her head out from behind the screen. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yeah… I’m just wondering why you gave me puppets.”

“So you can play, too!” she told him.

“Me?” Mobius asked, as if this was the first time she had done this. It was apparent to Thor that this was a fairly regular occurrence, and that’s just how she played puppet theater.

“Yeah, silly!”

Mobius put a pig on his hand while Sylvie adjusted the curtains.

“Put your head down!” she whispered to Thor loudly while laying on the floor with her hand up toward the stage. It was not an especially comfortable position.

Sylvie began the story. “Once there was a big, meany dragon!”

“And a fox!” Thor tried.

“Not yet, the fox doesn’t come in yet,” Sylvie told him.

Thor put his hand down and glared at her.

“And… um… then… uh… he killed a pig for his dinner!” She took the cartoon-ish baby puppet off Mobius’ hand by clamping her dragon’s jaws around it and violently shook it in the beast’s mouth.

“And while walking home, he met a fox! A tricky fox!” she continued.

“No,” Thor interrupted. “A mighty fox!”

“Just go with it,” Mobius whispered to Sylvie.

“A mighty fox…” Sylvie repeated. “Who was also tricky!”

Thor jumped in. “And he saw the dragon and wanted pig, too!”

“I’m the narrator.”

“We’re all narrators. It’s a collaborative game, hun,” Mobius corrected her.

Sylvie scrunched up her nose under the stage where her papa couldn’t see it.

“But the dragon wouldn’t hand the pig over because dragons have big bellies!”

“But the fox wanted some so he bit the dragon!” Thor was really testing her now.

“But the dragon was mean so he roasted the little fox with his dragon breath!”

“Psst, Thor, The fox is a trickster! C’mon. He needs to do better. What can he do?” Mobius suggested. “How can you trick the big mighty dragon?”

Thor thought… and thought…

Sylvie nudged him. “You take forever! Do something!”

“Give him a chance!” Mobius tried.

But this wasn’t a part Thor was used to playing… or had ever played. Even in childhood, he had always been the dragon, or the princess, or the knight, or the king, or the… anything! But never the fox!

He didn’t know this part of the story.

“Mmh…” Thor whined. He rolled from side to side on his tummy awkwardly. “I don’t want to play anymore…” he said.

“Should we take a break?” Mobius asked.

“But it hasn’t even gotten good yet!” Sylvie complained.

“It’ll just be a couple minutes. We’ll call it intermission.”

Thor stood up. “I’m not playing this game anymore.”

Sylvie didn’t look too happy.

“You’re the big kid here,” Mobius whispered to her. “Be the big girl. We’ll play puppets again soon.” Then he raised his voice so Thor could hear. “Hey, speaking of being a big kid: Thor, remember to go use the bathroom sometime soon, alright? Now’s a good time.”

Thor got up, and took Mobius’ hand.

“Need me to go with you?” the caregiver asked.

“Yesss…” Thor answered nervously.

“Baby,” Sylvie mumbled under her breath.

Mobius shot her a disapproving look. “You gotta go, too? You’re not that much older.”

“I’m four and a half!” she answered.

Mobius opened up his other hand, for her to take, raising an eyebrow.

“No thanks…” she said, shifting from side to side.

“Sylvie?”

She didn’t respond.

“Should I get Thor all set up first and come back for you?”

“Yeah…” She answered quietly, fiddling with some plush animals.

“So, you need a new pull-up before you go in?”

“...No?” Thor said.

“I’m just gonna give you one, and if you need it, just slip it on, alright?” The adult set it on the countertop by the sink.

Thor gave it a glance as he shut the door, slowly, waiting for Mobius to suddenly insist on helping out.

“Sylvie? You wanna use my bathroom?” Mobius asked her.

She puckered her lips.

“Sylvie, I know what’s up. C’mon, roll over.” He took some paper towels and nabbed a spray bottle of cleaner out from under the sink.

The little girl furrowed her eyebrows further and mumbled.

Mobius came around the other side. How Thor hadn’t noticed, he wasn’t sure.

Sylvie rolled slightly away so Mobius could clean up the spot underneath her.

Then, he helped her up. “Alright big girl, tell me if you need the potty next time, okay?”

She humphed and crossed her arms as if it wasn’t her fault she had had an accident.

“Should we keep with the pull-ups and try again? Or do you want to go back to diapers?”

“No?!” Sylvie answered, horrified. “I’m not a baby!”

“No, I know you’re not, but if you’re gonna have an accident without saying anything, especially one like this, maybe we should think about that.”

“Nooo!” she whined. She almost screamed it.

“We don’t have to, but maybe let's try to be a little more aware next time, right?”

Mobius helped her clean up and offered her a new pull-up, to put on herself, but it didn’t really make her feel like a big girl, given the fact that he had still wiped her down and helped her with her pants and found her new ones. Stepping into her own pair of papery training pants really wasn't much, especially since he stabilized her as she did so, anyway.

“Sylvie?”

“We’re in here, Thor!” Mobius called.

Thor poked his head into Sylvie’s bedroom.

“You have different pants!”

The girl’s black leggings had been exchanged for green, pastel sweatpants.

“We’re playing dress-up,” Mobius joked.

“We are?!” Thor asked excitedly. “Loki’s good at that game.”

Loki stood at the edge of the bar. She sipped ginger ale in a champagne glass, splitting her attention between supervising Verity pounding back tequila and the amateur Dolly Parton impersonator “lip synching” on stage to a Kelly Clarkson song.

“You know that bitch up there?” Verity slurred slightly. Then, she motioned Loki closer to her and whispered in her ear. “She doesn’t even know who Dolly Parton is.”

Loki didn’t doubt that for a second.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough.” Loki commented when she noticed Verity motioning the bartender for her sixth shot in the past hour. “Let’s make this one a glass of water instead and maybe go have a dance?”

“Fuck off, Loki. Loosen up! I’m not your… retarded-- brother, you don’t need to take care of me. I’m an adult.” She smiled as she said it.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” Loki replied, the extended rope of patience she had prepared for the night was already growing taught.

“Come one Loki, you’re not fun anymore.”

“Me? I’m not fun? Verity I invited you out to dance, see a show, and get railed in the bathroom by some strangers and you just want to sit here and drink yourself to death!”

“That’s what we always do!”

“Well, I don’t want to do that anymore. I can’t do that anymore!”

“You said I could have my fun!”

Oh my god she sounded like a drunk, angry Sylvie, not the witty and daring drinking buddy Loki had remembered. “And you know, I thought I meant it.”

Verity opened her mouth to say something as Loki set down her empty glass, and then stopped and covered her mouth.

“You’re going to puke, aren’t you?” Loki sighed.

She nodded, tearing up.

“Fuck, alright.” Loki grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bathroom as she stumbled behind, keeping her head down in case she spewed.

She tied Verity’s hair back and stood behind her in the stall, leaning probably too hard against the flimsy walls.

Loki may not have been a human lie detector like his companion, but Verity was a bad liar when she was drunk. Even when she thought she meant every word of it. She was great with littles and always nice about Thor until this unfortunate slip of the tongue, and she apparently did need to be taken care of. Loki tried not to roll her eyes too hard as she thought about it.

“All done?” she asked.

Verity nodded and took a deep breath. “Yeah.”

Loki handed her a paper towel. “Can we get back to the show now?”

Loki watched the clock throughout the night, and did not dance as much as she had hoped to. Instead, they sat at a front-and-center table they stole from a bachelorette party, drinking mocktails as the headliner queens performed, and then, the second that the set was over, she didn’t ask about the attractive women and men surrounding them, nor did she suggest going to another bar. She didn’t even linger. She stood up, put her hand out for Verity to stabilize herself with, and called a cab. If Verity hadn’t been struggling to even walk, she would have considered calling two.

Loki arrived at Mobius’ apartment over an hour earlier than he had promised. His makeup had been wiped in the cab, and his dress had been changed out for a formal tuxedo to keep up the appearance that he had been to a play the second he got home, leaving the glittery dress on the back of the couch, heels kicked under the coffee table, and tights on underneath his dress pants. He knocked on the door with the back of his hand.

Mobius didn’t even say hello when he ushered Loki inside.

Loki began to ask a question but was cut off quickly.

“They’re asleep,” Mobius reassured him, letting Loki take a look at the sleeping littles on the couch. “But… Can I talk to you privately?”

Loki stiffened. “Sure,” he answered, trying not to hold his breath.

Mobius shut the door behind them in his bedroom. It was nice. Roomy compared to the rest of the crowded apartment.

“So, I get it if you don’t want to tell me but… where did you really go?”

“What do you mean? I told you, I went to see a play. Shakespeare’s Two Gentlemen from Verona!”

“Loki, I know that play closed two weeks ago!”

“How do you know I didn’t just go to a different theater?”

“Because you just said that.”

“Why is me asking you about your ex-wife weird and creepy but when I go see a play with my dear friend it’s suddenly okay for you to stalk me back?”

“Because that didn’t involve you! I never asked you to do anything. I’m watching your little for free and you felt the need to lie to me. What were you doing?”

“I… I went to a show at a bar with a friend! I didn’t even drink! I was just--”

Mobius suddenly turned on a light and looked at Loki closely, as if inspecting him. Then, he softened. “Oh,” he said again. He smiled, as if it was all very silly. “I know where you went. Can I see the napkin in your pocket?” he asked.

“What?”

“The napkin, balled up in your pocket?”

Loki went bright red and pulled it out. Had it even been visible? Why hadn’t he just tossed it out earlier?

“The Barracuda. On 45th?” Mobius sounded friendly again, and just as fascinated as he had that morning when Loki had told him about Shakespeare. “Did you dress up?”

Loki hesitated.

“Aw, don’t tell me you didn’t dress up! C’mon, Loki! You live in Manhattan, you’re a caregiver, and you’re going to tell me you passed up a free ticket?”

“I dressed up! Just look at the lipstick stains.”

Mobius flipped the napkin over, observing the blots of black.

“You’ve been there before?” Loki asked, trying to fill the silence.

“Yeah. A couple times,” he admitted. “It’s been a while.”

He handed the napkin back to Loki, to stuff into his pocket. “Jeez, sorry I spooked you. I didn’t mean for this to go the way it did…”

“What did you expect?”

“I dunno, I just didn’t like that you lied to me. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Does that mean we’re even now?” Loki asked, letting a small smile begin to shine through.

“...Yeah, we’re even.”

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This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen Chapter 17 - Too Little Too Late

Summary: Kelly appeals to Sylvie, who tries to stay mostly strong. Series Masterlist Here

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: pregnancy

AN: It’s been a while, but you all know how burnt out I’ve been. This fic is getting finished, and I’m planning on updating weekly on Thursday till it’s done!

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When Sylvie picked Andy up and got home her mind was spinning, confused and anxious about what Kelly returning meant. But apart from that, she was completely hurt by him not telling her.

If he was so determined to tell her he was moving back he could have said it. Yes she’d blown him off at the door, but she was convinced that he wanted to talk about their night together. So she stayed at the condo, playing with Andy and napping when he napped. Her exhaustion was hitting hard, and as she’d learned pregnancy wasn’t a picnic.

She stared at her abdomen in the mirror, running her hand over the small bump that had appeared. To most it would probably look like she was bloated, but Sylvie knew the truth. It was firm to the touch, Sylvie staring at it in awe. She was actually having this baby.

When she served Andy his lunch there was a knock on the door. Sylvie had a sneaking suspicion that she knew who it would be, and was proven correct when Kelly was standing there with a bunch of flowers and a toy in his hands.

“Hey, I thought we should talk.”

“Sounds good.”

Sylvie let him in, Andy immediately reaching for Kelly as soon as he saw him.

“Dada! Hiii Dada. Up?” He looked at Sylvie and back to Kelly, shoving a piece of strawberry into his mouth.

“I can feed him while I hold him if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, you can.” It was stilted between them as they sat on the couch opposite each other. Andy was in Kelly’s arms, munching on the food he was handed and snuggled up with his dad. A couple of weeks ago it’d have filled Sylvie with glee, but now it just made her sad.

Part of her wanted to tell him about their baby but she couldn’t do it yet. He’d walked away so many times before that she couldn’t bear to lose him again. And if he didn’t walk away after finding out about this new child then it’d make her hate him because he’d been able to walk away from Andy.

“I wanted to tell you before your shift that I was moving back. I want to work out how we can work custody of Andy.”

“When did you decide to move back?” The words came out more harshly than Sylvie intended, but she needed to know.

“When I saw you at the wedding. I’d pretty much planned on it anyway, but seeing you then…you and Andy are my family. I fu-screwed up. Again. But I want to make it right.” He stared over at her and Sylvie shook her head, looking across at him.

“You left. You walked away and left a screaming baby and a crying me in the airport. Why should I believe you won’t do it again?”

It was silent between them after Sylvie spoke, Kelly staring down at Andy until she spoke again.

“Do you believe you won’t do it again?”

“I don’t know.”

It broke Sylvie’s heart to hear, but it helped her to hear it. That knowledge solidified everything in her head, that he didn’t need to know. He could live his life and when she announced she’d tell him it wasn’t his baby. The realisation sat between them like a brick wall.

“I love you.” His voice cracked on the love, Sylvie looking across at a face filled with pain.

“It’s too little, too late, Kelly. You left us. That’s not love. You said you couldn’t stay in Chicago anymore. I don’t want Andy thinking you’re going to be here and gone. It’s not fair on him. We can work out visitation, but no overnights for a while. I don’t want him to get attached again.”

“I’m gonna prove myself.”

“I want to believe you. Maybe I’ll be able to in the future. I’ve some stuff to do, you can spend time with him while I do it.”

She sat on the side of her bed, staring at herself in the mirror. Just a week ago she’d have been delighted by this, would have welcomed him back with open arms. But they’d slept together and he’d said nothing. He’d just appeared. And sure she left without saying a word but he had her phone number. He could have gotten in touch with her. Instead of doing the cleaning she should have done she lay in bed with her ears pricked to listen for Andy. It was all quiet, and she actually managed to get some sleep.

The next two shifts passed quietly, Sylvie staying away from Kelly whenever she could. It felt like they were back just after their divorce, desperate to keep apart. The one thing that hurt was that keeping her distance meant she’d stopped talking to the squad guys. She’d been used to sitting with them at the squad table on the app floor, Capp giving her his chair for a nap if she needed it. But now Kelly was constantly at the table and she couldn’t bear to be near him. It was on the couch with Mouch and Pouch, the dog’s head on her lap, or at one of the tables chatting to everyone as she did paperwork. Violet started doing what she could by filling out forms so Sylvie just had to sign in preparation for when she’d be PIC to take over.

It was one of those afternoons, engine and truck out at a call that Capp came inside to start dinner. But he slid into the seat opposite her, Sylvie glancing up at him.

“Hey, how’re you doing?” She asked, a small smile on her face.

“Good, good. How’s my favourite kid?”

He had an easy smile, the room empty around them. Sylvie couldn’t help but relax with him there. “He’s good. Talking up a storm, it’s fun to see him growing. You know you can come over to see him, right?

“I know, but still. We miss you around the table, if you want a nap you know you can have my chair.”

“I can’t.” Capp looked at her, Sylvie shaking her head softly. “He left. And then he came back and Andy’s happy so I have to pretend it’s fine, but it’s not. None of it is fine. I can’t trust him anymore. So I need to spend as little time as possible around him. Sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, I get it. Not fully, I can’t imagine what you’re going through. But we miss you. And you know we’ll probably pick you over him if we have to.” It made Sylvie laugh, the first true one she’d had since all of this began.

“Your team needs to be strong. It’s fine, really. We’ll get through it.”

“If you’re sure.” He stood, staring at her closely. “I’m doing burgers for dinner, sound good?”

“Definitely.”

When everyone arrived back they all sat and ate, conversation spreading through the common room. Sylvie realised that her friends had created a buffer between her and Kelly, something that warmed her heart. Violet and Stella sat around her, Mouch and Herrmann starting the Truck crew sitting there then os there was at least four seats between them. She could relax slightly knowing they were there, and even when her stomach roiled and she had to run to the bathroom those who knew about her pregnancy kept it to themselves.

When the shift was over she caught up to Kelly in the locker room, steeling her nerves. He was surprised to hear her call his name and walk towards her, standing up.

“Syl?”

“I’ve got an appointment. I was going to bring Andy with me but if you want to spend the time with him and I can pick him up later?”

“Are you sure?” His was clearly shocked, jaw slightly agape as it hit him.

“Yeah, if you’ve got the time. I know it’s last minute.”

“No, definitely. Thank you. I can bring him to the lake and then to my place? The weather’s nice, we can have a dad and Andy day.”

“That sounds really nice.” The excitement was clear and Sylvie wanted to blurt out where she was going, ask him to come to her OB. But she had time to tell him what was going on.

“Where are you going? Want a ride?”

“Just the doctor, I’ve got a checkup. It’s all fine. Thanks for the offer.”

“Any time. I’ll text you my address and you can come by after.”

The drive to Med wasn’t long, Sylvie pulling into a parking spot and staring across the lot. Her hand was on her belly, rubbing a slow circle into it.

“It’s you and me, kiddo. You and me. Ready?” The lack of response was expected and she stood out and walked in, a nod to people she knew. It was ignoring the oh too familiar waiting room where they’d gotten the news about Matt, walking down the hallway that led to the NICU but this time hoping that this child of hers wouldn’t have to spend any time in it. She’d spent enough time in there.

When she was called into the scan room she got onto the bed, lifting her shirt up and lying there while the tech did her job. It didn’t take long for the baby to appear on the screen, the head and limbs clear.

“Here’s your baby, Ms Brett.” A switch was flipped and the noise of her baby’s heartbeat filled the room, Sylvie staring at the rapid movement on the screen.

“That’s normal?”

“Completely normal. We’ve got a strong heartbeat here. Do you want some photos?”

She got the printouts, staring at them in shock. It was real. It was all so, so real and she was having Kelly’s baby and Andy was going to be a big brother. It was scary and worrying, but that sense of peace ran through her. This would be fine. She’d be able to have this baby and look after them and Andy.

She knew she had to tell Kelly about their child. The coward’s way out would be to insist it wasn’t his child, but she knew better than to do that to herself. He deserved better than that. Their baby deserved better than that. But sitting in the OB’s office she had no idea how to tell him. And she couldn’t tell everyone at work until she told him.

The OB was nice, giving Sylvie all the information she needed about the baby and how things were progressing. She was on track and able to stay on ambo until twenty weeks, but she was to be careful picking Andy up now. It was a trade off she didn’t want to have to make, but she’d do what was needed to keep both her children safe. Leaving the office she got a prescription for prenatal vitamins and a pamphlet on what was and wasn’t safe to eat and do for the rest of her pregnancy. It got stuffed into the bottom of her bag, the sonogram photos carefully zipped into a pocket until she saw Stella and Violet and could share them with them.

Kelly’s apartment was a one bed, and he welcomed her in with a smile. Andy was on the floor playing with blocks, waving as she came in and sat on the couch. It was quiet between them as they just watched him, the tv on in the background for noise more than anything else. Sylvie’s stomach did the familiar “you have a minute to get to a bathroom” grumble, and she sat up straighter.

“Can I use the restroom?” She asked, Kelly nodding.

“Yeah, it’s through the bedroom. Ignore the mess.”

“I will.” She hurried in, praying to the porcelain god quietly and hoping that Kelly didn’t hear her. The running tap gave her some cover, and she used some mouthwash to make things easier for her.

Leaving the bathroom she looked around the room, the boxes cluttered in a corner. It was just like Kelly’s room when he lived with Matt and Gabby, dark colours and little decor. But a familiar silver band caught her attention, Sylvie stepping quietly across.

Kelly’s wedding ring was on his nightstand, the silver shining in the dim light. It looked exactly like when they’d bought it nearly two years before rather than something that sat in a drawer for that time. The memories flooded her, and mixed with the pregnancy hormones she could feel tears beginning to prick her eyes. She couldn’t think like this. She couldn’t hold out hope, she couldn’t have a dream. He’d stomped on her heart too many times, and the last thing she could do was give him another chance to do it again. Platonic co-parents. Whatever arrangement they had for Andy would work for this new baby. It had to.

Wiping her eyes before leaving the room Sylvie came out, Andy toddling straight over to her.

“Hiiii Mama!”

“Hi Baby! Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Dada!” He curled into her, Sylvie inhaling the scent of his shampoo and luxuriating in the tiny chubby arms around her neck.

“We’ve got to go, he needs his nap and I need one too.” Kelly picked up everything, handing the bag over to Sylvie before speaking.

“Your appointment ok?”

“Yeah, fine. Just a checkup so nothing to worry about.” She paused for a moment before looking across at him. “We need to talk. About everything. After next shift can we get breakfast? Cindy can keep Andy a little longer, we can talk about what’s happened and is happening.”

“Yeah, sounds good. We need to clear the air. I’d like that.”

“Me too.”

She watched as Kelly kissed the top of Andy’s head, the two looking at each other as if they were awkward teenagers. But Sylvie left, strapping Andy into his seat and driving home. She had 72 hours to prepare to tell Kelly Severide he was going to be a dad, and she didn’t even know where to start.

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