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Love Begins
Jules of Nature
Game of Thrones Daily
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if i look back, i am lost

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

tannertan36
will byers stan first human second
KIROKAZE

Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

JBB: An Artblog!
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Master List! 🌼
🦋Here's an in progress master list of all of my fics!🦋
(Please feel free to message me if you have any requests! I have love for many fandoms and I would love to write your suggestion!)🌟
Casual Encounters
✨Loki✨
A/N: Hi! This is my first attempt at a small reader x Loki scene. My first attempt at FanFiction in general, really. But I hope you enjoy!
Warning: None
Material: Fluff, maybe bit of angst, just as promoted- a casual encounter. Fem!reader. (I don’t know all of the terminology yet so forgive me!)
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The air was heavy and humid in the training room at the Avengers Compound. You just finished an hour long training session with Natasha and sweat was dripping down the sides of your face as your chest rose and fell quickly. You were laying on the training pad, your eyes scanning through the wooden beams as you caught your breath.
“Did I finally kill you?” Natasha’s amused voice came from behind you.
You laughed dryly and finally brought yourself up to your elbows to face her. Natasha had a white towel wrapped around her neck and one in her hand that was outstretched to you. A sly grin was on her face, her appearance noticeably less disheveled than yours. You took it graciously and couldn’t help but smirk back at her.
“Kill, no. Horribly humiliate, most definitely.”
Natasha gave a small laugh and put her hand on her hip. “Don’t take it personally, kid. I will say, you’re the only one here who continues to take me up on the offer of training. I keep asking Barnes, but…” she smirked again.
You sat up, sitting crossed legged now, and wiped your face with the towel as you laughed.
“Well, I’m trying to improve by training with the best. Whereas Bucky is clearly intimidated by you.”
Natasha arched her eyebrows in suspicion. “I don’t intimidate you?” She mused.
You laughed. “You intimidate everyone, Nat. Im just saying, I think Barnes is intimidated in… another way.”
Natasha threw her towel at you and scoffed. “Are you still on this? I told you… nothing happened with me and Barnes..”
You jump to your feet, your legs aching from the session. You gently nudged Natasha with your elbow and wiggle your eyebrows. “Not yet.”
Natasha went to throw a deadly right hook aimed at your exposed shoulder, but your training had become instinct by this point, and you quickly blocked her blow with your arm. Natasha narrowed her eyes, the spark of a challenge glistening in her eyes. “Apparently, I haven’t trained you enough, (Y/L/N).”
A grin spread across your face and you leaned into the stance. “Bring it.”
Natasha pushed off of you into a flip, taking a defense stance, her eyes dark with intent. Your body slid into a fighting stance and you felt your fingers twitching. The humidity was annoying, but oh so useful in fighting. You swing your arms in an arch, your fingers gathering the water as it sticks to your skin in easy command. You make a large, thin ribbon of water to circulate around you. Your showing off, you know, but you don’t care.
Natasha tilted her head, almost catlike as she waited for you to make the first move. It’s a challenge. She knew you have never been successful taking her head on. Even with your abilities, her fighting is far more superior to yours. Screw it.
You charged toward her, your pulse banging in your head as you run. Natasha’s stance remained solid as her eyes searched your body, waiting for an indication for your next move. Your go to move, would have been to throw your water at her, to try and tie her up. But she was to quick for that. And she was expecting that. Instead, you decide to drop your body down at the last second before impact. You slid under her legs and used the water to propel yourself upwards. This caught her by surprise, much to your own surprise, and you twisted your legs around her hips and used all of your strength to bring the Black Widow down.
Pinned underneath you, Natasha looks to you in surprise. You smiled victoriously. Stray hair dangled down from your ponytail as you wiggled your eyebrows at her. Natasha just rolled her eyes as you heard the sound of hands clapping. You look up, surprised to see Thor and Loki standing in the doorway of the training room.
You felt your breath catch in your throat as your eyes mindlessly roamed the God of Mischief. He was wearing causal human clothes, very unusual for him. He wore a black tank top and black basketball shorts. His black hair was tied back into a messy bun and you felt your stomach drop.
“NICE ONE (Y/L/N)!!!” Thor bellowed, his hands cupped around his mouth. Loki stood beside his brother, a sly smirk on his face as his hands were crossed in front of him. You felt your face flush, just as Natasha whipped her legs around your waist and flipped you hard onto the floor. You felt the air leave your lungs as your back hit the hard wood.
“Now whose distracted?” Natasha hissed, a smug grin on her face.
“Touché Nat.” You grumbled.
Natasha laughed as she jumped off of you with uncanny agility and held out her hand to help you up. “Good move though,” she replied as you allowed her to haul you up. She turned to the Asgaurdians and grinned.
“You boys up for a spar?” Natasha said without even blinking.
Thor bellowed out in laughter. “Only a mad man would challenge you to a fight Romanoff. Luckily, I’m feeling peckish today, so I accept!”
Natasha winked at you and sashayed away to the far side and of the room. You attempt to gather your things but you sense his presence too soon to do so.
“It seems we’ve both lost our sparring partners,” his cool voice chilled down your back. You turn towards him slowly and force your eyes to stay in his face. You wouldn’t allow yourself to look at the shape of his biceps or the hook of his collarbone.
“(Y/N)?” Loki asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was the only one who called you by your first name on the compound. Never one for rules. It sounded like honey from his mouth. “Hmm?” You ask drowsily.
He flashes his wicked grin. “I asked, if you’d perhaps care to spar with me?” Normally, you would never have turned down a chance to spar with any avenger, and you had the previous injuries to prove it, but somehow the thought of fighting Loki, being inches away from him, feeling the touch of his skin on yours… being under him. You suddenly realized how… exposed you were. You were wearing athletic tights that hugged the curves of your hips and a black sports bra, exposing your midsection that was covered in sweat.
“Can’t,” you choke out finally. He flicked his eyebrows up at you in suspicions “I have to… go on a mission with Wanda… and Bruce.” It was a horrible lie, you knew it the moment it left your mouth. Loki’s inclined his head slightly, his eyes searching your expression for a moment. The air felt like electricity and you bit the inside of your cheek.
Finally, he shrugged nonchalantly. His eyes never left yours. They were intense. You wanted to drown in them. “Another time then,” he grinned mischievously.
“Yeah, sure!” You yell as you bolt out of the door, leaving the God of Mischief staring after you.
Maybe part 1? Let me know! Thanks!
Hey guys!
It’s crazy to think that this story is where I started writing fan fiction!
I’m excited to be working with Glimmer Fics to make some of these stories into interactive content!
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Casual Encounters follows a new Avenger learning how to survive hero life—training, missions, and the quiet pressure of living among legends
You Belong Here, With Me
Loki x FemReader
Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort
Tw: None that i can think of
A/N: I had an idea for a scene where the reader is hidden on Asgard while the Avengers fight a threat for her back on Earth. Loki is stuck being the host, but he really doesn’t mind. She doesn’t feel like she fits into Loki’s world, but Loki has a different opinion.
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It had been a miracle that you managed to slip away from the celebration. While the Asgardians certainly knew how to throw a party, your social battery had been drained from the past few weeks.
You had agreed, when the team suggested you lay low for the time being. Earth was too chaotic, too unsafe for you right now. The largest target was on your back, and the only way to keep the people you cared about safe from harm was to leave.
Carol had many planets she offered to take you to. One where it was summer all year long, and the beaches were the most beautiful in the galaxy. You had declined. When Quill offered to pick you up for a time to travel with the guardians, you declined. But when Thor offered to take you to Asgard and have Loki stay to keep you company…
You shook your head at the memory. How stupid it seemed now.
For those who liked this fic, I started writing for glimmer fics! My first post was a remix of this story! So if you have your own OC or insert that you want to interact with on this story please check out this link!
Hidden on Asgard while a threat draws the Avengers away from Earth, you find yourself surrounded by beauty yet struggling with belonging. Lo
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A Song of Moon and Flame
FemWerewolf OC x Zuko
Chapter 4: Uneasy Alliances (Zuko POV)
Zuko has his first real encounter with Vaylani in her wolf form. His explosive energy and doubts collide with a beast of mythical proportions.
Chapter 4: Uneasy Alliances
As I break through the trees, I see my uncle standing in front of the massive brown wolf with his arms wide. Is he seriously protecting it? Has he lost his mind?
“Uncle! Get away from it!” I hiss, charging at the beast with an attack.
Just before I release a barrage of fire on it, Uncle blocks me with a counter attack causing a shot of fire to knock up into the tree above us, setting it ablaze. I look at him with a furious glare, trying to keep equal attention on the fully awake wolf behind him.
A Song of Moon and Flame
Chapter 3: Wolf in the Water
Werewolf OC x Zuko
Pain, moonlight, and memory collide as Vaylani transforms for the first time, placing her at the mercy of Prince Zuko and the unexpected kindness of his uncle.
Chapter 2
The ice water is piercing as it hits my skin. I’m pulled into an unexpected current and am whisked away into the dark underbelly of the frozen tundra. For a moment I think I am lucky enough to fall into a peaceful oblivion and drown in the icy waters away from the pain and suffering that the world above holds for me. To disappear into the darkness. This is my destiny.
Then my spine snaps.
A Song of Moon and Flame
Chapter 2: Tales of Old
FemOC X Zuko!
The battle for the North tears open a secret Vaylani has carried her whole life. Pain becomes power, salvation becomes danger, and one plunge into the water puts her in the hands of the last boy she ever expected.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2: Tales of Old
The community hall buzzes with alarm and concern as soot covered villagers pile into the large chamber. I sit in the elevated section of the chamber, next to Maroq and Yue behind their father as he addresses his people. I see my Aang first, his orange and yellow clothes standing out in a sea of blue and purple. Next to him sits Katara and Sokka, their faces stricken with anxiety and determination. I know the memories that are terrorizing their minds right now. A berate of soot, shattered ice walls, the screams of men, women, and children, the smell of char…
A Song of Moon and Flame
Chapter 1: The Call of Destiny
This is a head cannon fic I have had in the works for FOREVER! A southern water tribe girl joins the gaang in order to make it to the North Pole. Her destiny seems so clear, but all is not what it seems. An OC (werewolf) X Zuko fic! 3.6k words Come along for the ride!
Sleep avoids me for the third night in a row now, here at the North Pole.
I wish it was just restlessness that kept sleep from me, but I have been plagued by dreams since the moment I arrived here. Or I should say dream as it is a singular vision that haunts me. I stand before a silver pool, two koi fish swim in a circular motion within the pool. The full moon is red above me, and then black, and then the most brilliant white I’ve ever seen, and in that radiance I am torn to shreds.
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Tale of a Salesman: Chapter 1
A Stardew Valley Fic
13 Years Later
The early spring heat is killing me by the time I place the last stone on the shrine. Grandpa died early in the winter and I’ve been working on this memorial for him since I buried him. I stand up and wipe my brow with an old washcloth and admire my work. He’d be proud of it, I think. I’ve come a long way from the scrawny kid that could barely pick up an ax. Now I can cut through trees like butter. I smile at the thought as I gently pat the top of the shrine. I gather my supplies and start to make my way back to the house when I see an old beat up car pull up on the dirt path.
#Please little bird
I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.
Do your thing, little guy.
Tale of a Salesman: Prologue
Stardew Valley Fic
This story came to mind while playing SDV with my three friends. Lore fell into place and I just had to write it down. A combination of silly, serious, and wtf. More to come! Also, it's good to be writing again.
Humble Beginnings
I don’t have many memories of Mama. The ones I do have are blurred and squished together like bright colors reflecting in the afternoon rain. I remember running my small hands through her bright red hair when I was napping, the smell of rosewater, and a soft tune she used to hum whenever I was fussy. I was around four when she died. Everything after that is clearer in my head. How odd she looked in that box. How cold her skin was. It made me cry.
After years of writing late into the night, collecting fragments of joy, grief, healing, and becoming—
I finally did it.
My poetry book is officially live on Kindle.
It’s called Sapphire Gold, and it’s a collection of poems and art that mean the world to me.
If you’ve ever felt like too much or not enough…
If you’ve ever tried to grow something soft inside a hard world…
This is for you.
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guys. I wanna be loved
17 February, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)
And I wish that I didn’t…
You Are Enough Pt. 9
Astarion x Fem!Tav
Astarion POV
Angst, regret, loss, heartbreak Warning: mentions of blood, trauma AN: I am just now getting over the flu so this took longer to get out than normal. Anyway... :l Enjoy...?
Pt 8.
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not that I truly expected to, but I had hoped the silence would settle something inside me—some nameless, gnawing thing that had been crawling beneath my skin since we stepped foot in this gods-forsaken city.
It didn’t.
Last Line Game
Writing Game: post the last line you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.
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This is from my You Are Enough Pt 9 WIP!
A lock of hair. Your hair, tied with a thin crimson ribbon.
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