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                Liza Wells

SHIELD linguist and Scrabble cheater.                                          (… So I made up a word, it was one time)

[agntwells]

                Liza Wells

SHIELD linguist and Scrabble cheater.                                          (… So I made up a word, it was one time)

[agntwells]

                Liza Wells

SHIELD linguist and Scrabble cheater.                                          (… So I made up a word, it was one time)

[agntwells]

                Liza Wells

SHIELD linguist and Scrabble cheater.                                          (… So I made up a word, it was one time)

[agntwells]

                Liza Wells

SHIELD linguist and Scrabble cheater.                                          (… So I made up a word, it was one time)

[agntwells]

                Liza Wells

SHIELD linguist and Scrabble cheater.                                          (… So I made up a word, it was one time)

[agntwells]

                Liza Wells

SHIELD linguist and Scrabble cheater.                                          (… So I made up a word, it was one time)

[justliza-archive]

consider this sort of a pre-move heads up

>.>

[winterredeeming-deactivated2019]

@just-liza wanted a thing. || ACCEPTING

She’s practically glowing in the warm light of the streetlamp, and he’s quiet when he sneaks up behind her, “Surprise. What d’ya think of the uniform?”

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Liza hadn’t heard anyone coming up behind her, so when she felt someone so close, she very nearly jumped out of her skin. “Bucky!” A  huff escapes and she lightly hits his arm, but the frown easily turns to a smile when she  sees him properly, taking in everything from the dark greenish-brown wool to the gold-painted buttons. “Don’t you shine up like a new penny-- it suits you.” She says, pressing onto her toes to kiss his cheek.

[lannisten]

Emilia Clarke for Vanity Fair (2012)

[wscldier]

Bucky frowned and glanced back at his book before giving a sigh. He glanced at liza who was teasingly giving a smile. “I am not moving my hand wrong,” he replied, trying again, wisps of magic feebly falling from the tip. He looked where she pointed and tried again. This time something stronger coming out instead. “Ah ha!”

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Liza rolled her eyes at him before shaking her head and grabbing a piece of toast. Saturday mornings were always her favorite, mostly because she didn’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn to get ready for classes. When she heard Bucky giving a victorious cry, a soft giggle escaped and she lifted a brow at him. “Is this where I get to say I told you so?”

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@perezimovat ;; cont’d

She blinked tiredly at his words and shook her head once. It’d been two weeks and she still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping without him. “I know it’s fine-- you aren’t floating away so of course it’s fine.” Liza teased quietly, hiding a yawn behind her hand as she leaned on her desk. “I’ll be okay, just a few more minutes then I’ll go home. I just miss you is all... though y’know, the apartment’s curiously cleaner lately, far less clothes lying around.” She murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips as she watched him.

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@onehalfakindredsoul:

A small wooden box awaits the linguist in her office, plain and bearing no design upon the surface except the clasp; here the metal bears the insignia of Hugin and Munin, ornately entwined and guarding a small engraved Mjolnir. There is no doubt who this is from. Inside is a handwritten note upon thick parchment;

Elízabet,

This should speed up much of our work. Below you will find a copy of our ancient texts upon the history of Asgard’s interactions with the elves, what we know of their language and what wars have been waged with them. If you use the sheet of what would appear to you as a sort of glass, enclosed at the bottom of this chest, and cover whichever page you wish to decipher, it will display a translation for you.

Gleðileg jól,

 —Thor

Liza was tired-- trying to learn a language that no one on Earth knew wasn’t exactly the easiest thing, especially when she couldn’t take to the internet or the library for help. Sighing, she shuffled into her office and set her bag down before spotting the box on her desk. Brows knitted together, she set down her coffee and carefully admired the details on the metal clasps, tracing her fingers over the little ravens. Thor, she thought to herself when she saw the Mjolnir symbol. 

Carefully she opened the box, taking out the note first and reading over it. The name struck something in her, sent her heart jumping into her throat for reasons she couldn’t place. A smile curved her lips as she read on, rolling her chair closer to her desk and taking a closer look at the book- and the glass- enclosed. The gift was so practical, but also so thoughtful that she suddenly felt bad for not having gotten him anything. Hopefully she’d have time to think of something. Liza had to thank him somehow for this.

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@perezimovat ;; from x

She knew she shouldn’t have let it go on, she shouldn’t have seen him so many times after rescuing him that first time, after kissing him that first time. But it did and she liked it-- loved it. They weren’t supposed to love humans, they weren’t even supposed to go near them. Loving them alone was punishable by death, and what she was doing was going to get her killed. But not seeing him would have been worse. Denying herself that one thing that she wanted so desperately... it would have been a fate worse than death, to force herself to be alone because of fear. 

Liza told him she didn’t love him, but it’d been a lie, not the first she’d told when it came to him. She’d made excuses, gone to the cove to see him, and she told herself that it would be the last time. But then he was following her, going out into the open water to look for her and that was more dangerous. She asked him to come with her, knowing full well that he couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to. And he’d said that he needed her-- oh if he only knew. She kissed him one last, lingering time before disappearing beneath the waves, but she’d been seen.

Fear for her life drove her to the sea witch, begged for her help. Liza knew the risks-- lose your voice, your memory, your life. But a death from those coming after her for loving a human would have been worse than a death from trying to save herself. Fear and desperation drove her pleas, and it got her what she wanted. Legs. 

But swimming without a tail was awkward and difficult, and she nearly drowned before she reached the surface. Struggling for breath, she felt sand beneath her cheek and she wondered how she’d gotten there. Her muscles ached and she tried calling for help but no sound came. How had she gotten there? All she could remember was fear-- fear of what? The sea? Was someone after her-- what was she doing here? Panic surged up but before she could do anything, darkness crept in on the edges of her vision and she let her cheek rest in the warm sand. Had she come here for a reason-- a person, maybe? 

How was she supposed to know when she didn’t even know her name?

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@frostkingoftheapocalypse:

mín kona til að vera,

I am unsure whether you celebrate the yearly tradition of Yule in your kingdom, but here it is customary to gift those who hold some meaning to us. Do not fret about mineself - I merely thought this the opportune moment to address some of the discomfort I have noticed regarding your adjustment to our climate. Therefore find enclosed below a gift from mine Kingdom to you; it is lined with the best fur our stores could find, as well as a silk native to our lands that traps in heat exceedingly well. I had this commissioned to hide as many of the precautions against cold as possible - you will not look out of place amongst mine peoples.

einlægni,

Prince Loki Hætta Farbautison

Waking to find a gift and a note in her chambers only served to remind her of the Holiday, and though at first she felt bad that her mind had been elsewhere and that she hadn’t gotten a gift to give in return, reading over the note from the Prince comforted her somewhat. Though, really, what did one get a Prince she hardly knew? Elizabeth had tried to keep her discomfort with the weather and frigid temperatures as subdued as possible, but of course they would notice. Likely Loki more than most, and she was incredibly grateful for his thoughtful, and practical, gift. She set aside the note and carefully pulled the garment from the box, smiling as her fingers admired the smooth, soft fabrics. It would certainly make walks together more enjoyable-- after she dressed she settled on going in search of the Prince, hoping that her thanks would be enough of a gift for him.

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@asgardianhammer:

—– He was no longer in deep slumber, the soft snoring coming to a stop after a deep inhale and gently awoken consciousness. Remnants of sleep were rubbed away with lazy fists and finding her side of the bed empty Thor couldn’t help but grin for a moment, the curved lips and nose then planted deeply into her pillow. Liza was no doubt puttering around in the kitchen - judging by the sounds - and once the clanking of plates and pans had stopped he mustered some patience to lay quite still and wait for a reaction to the rather large gift with her name on it.

Darling sunshine,

This is probably the most selfish gift I’ll ever give you. But a house becomes a home when you fill it with everything you adore. I was lucky to find an artist who managed to work from a picture; I know you would never even think about commissioning something for me so I took matters into my own hands. You are beautiful, inside and out, and since I’m not much of an artist myself I hope you’ll let me adorn our home with a painting of what matters most to me. One day you’ll maybe see yourself as you are through my eyes, color and light and warmth.

I love you, and will love you for many more Christmases to come. 

Thor

Liza had woken up before him, taken her time getting out of bed as she watched the steady rise and fall of his chest and the way he almost looked like he was smiling in his sleep. But her stomach had made a noise that prompted her to finally roll out of bed, careful not to wake him as she pulled on one of his shirts and made her way to the kitchen. A yawn escaped and she shuffled around a bit, hoping she wasn’t making too much noise. It took a long moment to spot the picture, and the note, but when she did her jaw dropped and she read over the note twice before hurrying back to their room and shamelessly draping herself across his chest.

“It’s beautiful and I love it-- does that sound horribly vain?” Liza asked, peppering kisses across his cheeks. “Seriously though... you can’t write something like that and have me read it before coffee, I’m about in tears. At least they got my good side, though.” She laughed quietly and buried her face against his neck, her heart in her throat when she remembered her own gift, and the fact that hers held almost the same weight an meaning as his did.