Honeymooners Pt 7

Ok, so kinda boring stuff and quick, but plot building cus I still have a story to tell, even though just fluffy shenanigans while pretending to be married is fun. I just set out with an end goal and gotta meet it, sorry it’s short but yep! More fluffy nonsense and such when I get the chance to do the next bit (hopefully tomorrow, we’ll see if I have time) Thanks as always for the comments and feedback, they mean so much to me.

“Darling, it’s getting later in the day. We should probably get up.”

You groaned softly, curling deeper into the pillows and shook your head. The events of the day slowly started to come back to you as Loki roused you from your sleep.

“Did we really go naked on the beach?” You grumbled tiredly, not daring to ask if Loki had covered you, let alone carried you back naked.

Loki chuckled, propped up on his elbow as he looked down at you. “Afraid so, pet.”

You sighed heavily and straightened up, brushing away your sleep matted hair. “And the day’s not even over. If you mention any word of this to the other Avengers, I will kill you in your sleep.”

Laughing, Loki shook his head, “I would never spoil what happens in the sanctity of one our excursions.”

“Our honeymoon.” You muttered, stretching and yawning. “I keep trying to say it enough times to see if it feels real, but I still can’t believe I’m married to you, like you know…” Even though it was a forgery, it was a damn good one.

Loki chuckled, “I can only imagine what my father might say. Something tactless no doubt.”

“Come on, let’s go see if we can’t find the owner.”


You and Loki rode the tram in relative silence, nothing really needed to be discussed so you merely enjoyed the scenery as it swayed along up the mountain and over the tree tops. It was a beautiful visage, though after some of the places you had traveled to courtesy of SHIELD, it just didn’t impress in quite the same way. Still, you could appreciate it for what it was.

Soon you and Loki were at the shops and you figured it would add to the cover if you tried on a few sun dresses and bought at least one. You also modeled a number of sunglasses, looking for a souvenir for Natasha who you figured was your maid of honor for the wedding. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought Loki’s eyes lingered over your curves as you modeled each dress, a little too interested in how you looked but you brushed it off, pretenses after all.

“My most recent guests! Excellent! I’m sorry I took so long to find you but I imagine you were partaking in the beach today, perhaps in the solitude of your room?” You and Loki turned at the voice of a woman standing near the dressing room, beaming at you and the current dress you were modeling for Loki. “A gorgeous choice my dear, the green suits you marvelously.”

Loki swallowed hard and nodded, “Indeed it does, my love.”

“He calls you love, how charming! Forgive me, my name is Lana Bansch, owner of this fine establishment, and you must be Mr and Mrs Laufeyson, yes?”

You smiled, sharing a name with Loki, then assured her it was fine to call you by your first name.

“Nonsense, I think it’s suiting that you enjoy hearing your new husband’s name as much as possible for the next week, it will ready you for the rest of your life. I can only hope your marriage lasts that long.” Lana beamed. She had a long hawklike nose, platinum blonde hair pulled back into a taut bun and was shockingly tall; just shy of Loki’s height.

Loki stood up slowly, his eyes scanning her face, studying her intently. “You look familiar, have we met some place?” He finally asked. You frowned warily at the forwardness of his comment.

“Well, I did personally design and create this resort, it’s my brainchild if you will. I’ve put my heart and soul into it and I’ve appeared on a number of commercials, perhaps that’s where you’ve seen me?”

Loki nodded slowly, “Of course. It’s truly an honor, if I might shake your hand.”

The woman hesitated, eyes narrowing before slowly extending her hand to Loki. Loki gripped her hand, his thumb smoothing over the inside of her wrist and nodded slowly.

“Glad to meet someone who is pleased with my work.” Lana beamed, revealing a row of fiercely white teeth.

“The pleasure is definitely mine.” Loki turned back to you, “What do you say we get that dress and peruse the hot tubs as you spoke about earlier?” He looked at you pointedly and you quickly nodded.

“That sounds wonderful darling! Let me go change out of this so we can purchase it.”

Lana had quickly pulled her hand away from Loki and watched the exchange pleased, “You look like you could use it, your hands are awfully cold.”

“Agreed, I tend to run a little on the cold side but I’m sure it will do me well.” Loki responded amicably.

You listened from the dressing stall, changing as quickly as you could. Something about their exchange seemed forced but you couldn’t be certain.

“I look forward to seeing the two of you around.” Lana bid the two of you farewell, waving with a broad smile all the while as a nervous cashier rang up your purchases.

Loki took the bag from you, suggesting you stop at the room to grab towels before visiting the hot springs.

“What was that about?” You finally asked within the relative privacy of your hotel room.

Loki looked at you warily, “She definitely knows. I’m suspicious of how private this room is over all, but we should be safe for now.”

“How can you tell?” You lowered your voice.

Loki shook his head, “It’s complicated, when we’re home from our honeymoon, I’ll tell you more, but for now, we should follow our schedule. Tomorrow we should visit maintenance about that problem with the room.”

“Tomorrow?” You asked, realizing he meant to move forward with the mission.

Loki chuckled, “I don’t think we have much longer to wait.”

Into The Trollmarket

This Trollhunter!Strickler fic series thing is inspired by @changepherrox‘s art and written scenario of Walter meeting Barbara, pre-show, and becoming part of the Lake family. After finding his place in the human world, he comes upon the Trollhunter amulet and struggles between protecting his family, being a double agent… and secretly defending a Trollmarket that doesn’t particularly want a changeling for a Trollhunter.

-The First (along with @changepherrox’s art that inspired it)
-A Brief Recapitulation of Troll-Changeling Friendships
-Let Our Powers Combine!

(Also there has been more absolutely wonderful art by Changepherrox HERE and HERE please check them out)

In this fic: Blinky is cornered by Vendel and comes up with a really thin excuse as to why the Trollhunter hasn’t been seen in Heartstone Trollmarket yet.

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Lafayette imagine: See You Again

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Words: 1,170

You sighed, causing a loose strand of hair to flutter across your forehead. Earlier, you had let your best friends-Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy Schuyler- convince you to come to this party. You really couldn’t remember how they had convinced you, seeing as you weren’t really the partying type. You preferred sitting at home with a good book, where the rules of decorum didn’t apply. Besides, you were a terrible dancer.
Your attention turned back to the party, where all three Schuyler sisters were waltzing with men you had never met, all wearing the sharp blue uniforms of soldiers. Typical, you thought with a laugh and a roll of your eyes. As you watched, you noticed that the three men seemed to be friends, winking at each other and at a tall, handsome man standing alone across the ballroom. You unconsciously sat a little taller in your chair as you regarded the handsome stranger. He was lanky and graceful, with his curly hair tied back in a knot on the top of his head. He was leaning back, watching the dance with a small smile on his face. You didn’t get to admire him for long, however, for just then the song ended and you were accosted by three breathless sisters.
“That was amazing!” Angelica and Eliza chorused, cheeks flushed.
“Yes, you were all lovely,” you chuckled.
“(Y/N), why haven’t you been dancing?” Peggy asked with a concerned look. “Isn’t there anybody here you’ve got your eye on?”
Almost unwittingly, your gaze turned to the handsome stranger from earlier, now chatting with the three men who had been dancing with your friends. You looked back in a hurry, replying a hasty “N-no…” but you were too late. All three sisters had a hawklike look in their eyes, one that you were all too familiar with. Identical evil grins spread across their faces as they looked at each other.
“Is that so?” Angelica asked slyly. “Then I’m sure you won’t mind if we introduce you to a few people…”
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” you stammered back, flushing. But the tenacious sisters were already dragging you across the room.
“Oh my god you guys, stop! Seriously, take me ba-”
Your complaints were cut off as you were unceremoniously dropped in front of the group of men you had noticed before. You blushed even darker as Eliza-social butterfly as she was- made introductions.
“(Y/N), this is Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan,” she said nodding to each of three of the four men. You greeted them all in turn before Eliza continued, voice dropping almost imperceptibly.
“And this is the Marquis de Lafayette. Monsieur, meet Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
You looked up at the man through your lashes, and noted with some satisfaction his small intake of breath and the fact that he was blushing as well. He covered it well though, bowing and reaching for your hand.
“Enchanté, Mademoiselle,” he said, pressing his lips to your knuckles. “But please, call me Lafayette.”
You could feel your heart beating as you heard a small chorus of ‘oohs’ coming from Lafayette’s friends and high-fives coming from yours.
“Would you do me the honor of having this dance?” Lafayette asked. You just stared, stunned and suddenly shy, until Angelica nudged you in the back.
“Oh! Yes, of course,” you replied, hoping that for once you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself.
Lafayette led you to the dance floor just as a new song was starting, thankfully one that you knew well. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eliza, Peggy, Angelica, and their partners twirling in rhythm with you, and the sight bolstered your confidence. As you and Lafayette danced, the two of you talked, getting better acquainted. You found out lots of interesting things about him, and became quickly enamored.
“Wait, so you just came here to fight in a revolution?” You asked.
“Indeed. I find the cause very noble, and I wish to one day return to France and fight for my own freedom.” You melted a little at his words (not to mention his accent).
“Was it hard to learn English once you had made the journey?”
“Not really, but I do miss speaking French every once in a while. That’s partially why Alex and I are such good friends, we can talk in either language.” Lafayette laughed.
“Will you say something for me in French?” You queried, eyes wide and innocent.
“Vous êtes très belle et drôle, et j'aime votre sourire,” (You are very beautiful and funny, and I love your smile.) he said, slipping into French. He obviously had no idea that you knew every word he was saying, so you blushed as you replied “Merci Monsieur, et je pense que vous êtes très beau aussi. Les étoiles sont dans les yeux.” (Thank you sir, and I think you are very handsome as well. The stars are in your eyes.)You laughed as his jaw dropped, almost losing the rhythm of the dance as you dropped your head to his shoulder, gasping for breath.
“You never told me you could speak French! That is simply not fair!!” He cried, laughing a little as well.
“Well to be fair, I really didn’t know if I was going to understand what you said. I studied French in school, but it’s been a while,” you defended yourself, still chuckling.
The dance ended and you were almost sad to leave the dance floor, but you met up with six very eager faces as soon as you stepped away from the center of the room. You winked at the Schuyler sisters, and laughed at their squeals as Lafayette and Alexander traded rapid-fire French. From what you could gather, he was telling the story of your dance. Your suspicions were confirmed as Alexander gave a shout of booming laughter, and you blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
You spent the rest of the night talking and laughing with both your old friends and your new ones, but mostly with Lafayette. You couldn’t help it, you were drawn to him- and it seemed like he felt the same way. Even Alexander remarked that Lafayette was the happiest that he had been in a while, throwing a sly wink your way. Inside, your heart had glowed with happiness.
At the end of the night, you had just finished saying your goodbyes when Lafayette pulled you aside. You pretended not to notice the Schuylers watching you or Lafayette’s crew elbowing each other.
“Listen, (Y/N),” he started nervously, taking your hands in his. “I really really like you, and I had more fun tonight than I’ve had in a long time. To be honest, I find you enchanting, and it’s almost difficult to part ways with you. So what I’m asking is, (Y/N), will you let me see you again?” He finished, hopefully looking into your eyes.
You hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes shining. “I’d love to,” you replied.

Fierce Gods Favor You - a Vikings Imagine

Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Rating: Explicit (really, I mean it. No fade to blacks here. Only follow the link if you’re over 18)
Warnings: human sacrifice, blood. About as creepy as that episode was
Words: 2150
Summary: In which I graphically describe the sacrifice from episode 4x18, and the things that Ivar wants to do afterwards.
Notes:As always for my smuts, the setting is an AU where the time jump in mid-season 4 lasted long enough to make Ivar older than the age of consent in your country.

Excerpt: The shaman is gone. The Queen is gone, the other princes are gone, and only Ivar remains, sitting with his legs stretched out before him beside the great bowl beneath the hanging corpse of the sacrifice. His hawklike eyes fall upon you, the corner of his lip curling up as he catches you staring.

“The blood is sacred,” Ivar says. His shirt is gone, and you see that he has painted his skin with the thick red ichor; down his strong chest, over his stomach and down under his unlaced breeches. “Its magic is filling me and the gods are giving me its power. Come up here, y/n.”

There is no question, what he wants you to come up there for. One hand is sliding over his manhood, making room under his pants for something that grows and shifts. His eyes are roaming over your body.

Read the whole thing on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9399971

Ashton would be the bad boy that got sent away for a few years for his delinquency and would come back senior year to surprise you. Cause let’s be honest, you were his favorite person to torment even though he never realized how awful he really was to you. And you would regret his arrival, hoping that it was just a sick joke but when you seen his perfect face in the hall, you couldn’t help but scurry far away before he seen you but you knew damn well his hawklike eyes could peep you out in a crowd of thousands and when the footsteps could be heard behind you in the almost empty hall, you couldn’t help but hurry fast down the hall. He screamed for you to slow down, just a little so he could talk to you but you only hurry faster, almost running over a lonesome freshmen that looked lost. But he finally catches up and snatches you lightly by the arm into his now matured body and god did he feel amazing against you. And he’d plead for you to just look at him, just once and he was only taken aback by the tears streaming down your face and he couldn’t help but feel like the dick of the century because he knew it was because of him. And he hugged you. He hugged you so close that all you could do was cry into him and your hands clenched his shirt in hopes it’d some how make everything better and his roamed over your back soothingly and that’s when he promised himself he’d do everything in his favor to make up for it, and he promised you everything would be different, everything would be better. But fuck, everyone hated you and you were always weary, and this for sure was not going to work out for you. Especially when your main torment since he’s been gone was your ‘ex-best friend’, you knew it was bound to go downhill. She made sure to keep the tormenting going and once Ashton found that out, he made sure to crush everything that she was. But you told him not to even worry and that he made it clear before he left he didn’t care that you were bullied, hurt, and damaged for many years. And you walked away from him, leaving him alone to let it rot his mind away and eat at him because in all honesty, it wasn’t a lie to a certain extent. You stayed away for days and hid every time you seen him round a corner and he felt fucking awful for how much he put on you the past years but he wanted to help and you aren’t letting him and this anger bubbles in him. But not towards you, but to the she-devil herself and he’s been watching, knowing how she treats you and how everyone else does and that was not something that he wanted to happen, ever. And even during your prepubescent years with a little too much weight covering your body, the boy was in love with you and he only got your attention in the worst of ways and he knew he was only a fuck up for it. But now you were more beautiful than ever and stronger than you were four years ago and his desires only enhanced but not because you lost a little weight or grew your hair out, but the fact you took everything on by yourself for years and you were still going strong. And everything about you sent a tingle through his body and he couldn’t help but want you and need you and for years your ex-best friend was deeply in love with the boy and you always thought they’d look amazing together, their personalities matching soon enough. But he never wanted her and never liked her, having a bad feeling for the longest. And he stayed away from her even when she was throwing herself at him ever since he got back. But he did whatever to get your attention and keep hers away. So he kisses you one day. In front of everyone and even in front of the girl that was hopelessly in love with him without a care, because reputation meant nothing and you meant everything and he couldn’t go another day without you. And she would stomp away in fury because how dare you kiss her love, but he could never like her, never want her or need her in the way he needed you. Your hands would clench onto his as they cupped your face and your knees would buckle right from under you from the kiss and it was the best thing that’s happened to you in awhile. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies and you felt like you could never hate him, everything disappearing before your eyes. You were breathless and speechless beyond words and you knew everyone was just staring, not believing what was happening right before them, because let’s be real here, no one seen this happening in a million years. And you became nervous because you knew what was running through everyone’s head but he held your forehead to his and stared deeply at you, calming words falling past his lips and calming you to a quiet tremble you could handle. And his hands run through your hair as you close your eyes in content because honestly, you were truly content in the moment and you would make sure to live it out for as long as you possibly could. Seeing how everything was finally falling in place by the one who once smashed everything to pieces, you knew love had its own twisted fate.

One Direction Preference- Your Son's Friends Think You're Hot & He Finds Out (Harry, Louis & Niall)


His phone was sitting face up on the counter, begging to be touched. You knew it wasn’t your business, that you shouldn’t pry, but you couldn’t help it. Ever since high school, Eric had changed. He’d grown up, matured. He started keeping secrets and staying out late. You didn’t expect any less from a teenager, but as a mother it still made you nervous.

You could see him through the glass sliding doors, playing basketball in the yard with his best friend, and it was with hawklike surveillance that you casually brushed a finger over the screen.

Enter Passcode. Shit.

You racked your brain. His birthday? Nope. The last 4 digits of his number? Nope. 0000? Winner.

You rolled your eyes at the stupidity of his passcode, but quickly got down to business, returning to the homescreen and selecting ‘Messages.’ The first conversation was with some girl named Melanie, but as you flicked through them, nothing too concerning grabbed your attention. A few winky faces, but that was all.

The next was with Devin, the best friend currently with him in the yard. You did the same, scrolling through the messages with ease, but this time something caught your eye.

I’d do her

Devin, stop

For real, man have you seen her?

Your mom is fucking hot

Yeah I’ve seen her a few times and you’re not gonna see her anymore if you keep this shit up

Just being honest ;)

You felt your cheeks tinge pink and your mouth form a tiny 'o.’ You could not believe what you had just read. Your racked your brain for instances of Devin’s eyes lingering too long, of conversations dragging on and wandering glances. It made you sick.

“Hey love,” you jumped, inhaling sharply as Harry entered the kitchen.

You spun quickly, hands gripping the edge of the counter, “Hey,” you said breathlessly, eyes wide.

He furrowed his eyebrows, shooting you a concerned look, “Is something wrong…?”

“I uh–” you tilted your head and pursed your lips, “I read some of Eric’s texts, and…” you nodded to the lit phone screen as Harry wandered nearer, his eyes focusing on the blue text bubbles.

You watched as he scanned the messages, a smirk growing on his face, “I like him.”

“What?” the surprise and perplexity clear in your voice.

“Hey,” he leaned back from the counter, moving to stand in front of you where you rested against the table, “He’s got good taste,” he chuckled, running his hands from your waist to your bum, “And you’ve got nothing to worry about, sweetie. You’re all mine.”


“So, Jason,” you smiled, twirling spaghetti around your fork, “Derek said you play for the basketball team?”

“Yeah,” your son’s friend mumbled through a mouthful of food, swallowing quickly, “Point-guard.”

“Very nice,” you nodded, “How’s the season going?”

“Could be worse,” he shrugged, “Started off pretty rough but we’re getting the hang of things.”

“Started off rough is an understatement,” your son scoffed, receiving quite the glare from his friend.

“You get any time or are you benched?” Louis tried to crack a joke beside you, but there was a tinge of something harsher beneath the surface.

Jason was caught off guard, stuttering out, “I–uh. Yeah I get time. I’m not a starter but I’ll get in the game more next year when the seniors are gone.”

“Not good enough to beat out the upperclassmen, aye?” you kicked Louis under the table, and he shot you a look, eyes narrowed.

“Uh, yeah,” he nodded, “Guess so.”

“Hey Lou,” you smiled sweetly, “Help me pull the roast out of the oven, will you?” you pushed your chair back from the table, rising to your feet.

“You can’t do it yourself, sweetie? I’m doing fine, here,” he jerked his head toward the teenage boy across the dinner table.

“Help me with the roast, Lou,” it was no longer a question as your smile morphed from sweet to threatening in an instant. He was immediately on his feet trailing behind you to the kitchen.

“What the hell was that!” you whispered once you were around the corner, jerking your thumb over your shoulder to indicate the scene you’d just left.

His arms extended in a gesture of surrender, “What?”

“You were interrogating that poor boy like he’s a serial killer!” you were practically shaking with anger, “What is your problem?”

He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Excuse me?”

“He watches you like he’s seeing you naked for Christ’s sake! I don’t like it!”

You rolled your eyes, “Are you really feeling threatened by a teenage boy right now?”

“I am not feeling threatened–”

“You are intimidated by a prepubescent boy,” you were struggling to hold in a smirk.

“Am not!”

“Then get back out there and stop acting like it!” you placed a hand on your waist, jutting out your hip, “Go on,” you nodded.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I thought you wanted help with the roast?”

“I think I can handle it.”


“Looking good, Mrs. H!” there was a whistle from behind you as you sat on the edge of the pool. You’d become used to the teasing of your son’s friends–it made you feel young, beautiful. Becoming a mother had pulled you away from the youthful, flirtatious girl you’d once been and their interest in you gave you a glimpse back into what you’d left behind.

You didn’t tease back like you normally would, flicking your sunglasses from your hair back to the bridge of your nose. Summer had come, and along with it, so had your husband. As much you loved the harmless flirtations of your son’s friends, Niall’s presence threw you off. He was usually laid back and confident, never the jealous type, but since coming back from tour, he’d made it very clear that he was uneasy about the hoard of boys living by the pool.

You leaned back on your arms, fingers splayed against the cool concrete as you twirled your legs through the clear blue water. The house was directly across from you, lined wall to wall with floor to ceiling windows and sliding glass doors. You watched with a smile as Niall trotted down the spiraling staircase. He was shirtless, swim trunks hung low on his hips. After 17 years of marriage, he still made your jaw drop.

He made his way out to the poolside, staring at the mass of boys behind you, unblinking the entire time. You sighed; he was never like this, establishing his dominance, but you had to admit, he was very sexy when he was jealous.

He sat down beside you, legs slipping under the cool water as he leaned over to press a fleeting kiss to your exposed shoulder, “Hey babe.”

“Hey handsome,” you smiled, “Sleep well?” you chuckled, it was nearly 2 in the afternoon.

“I’m just enjoying not sleeping on a bus for the first time in months, you can’t judge me.”

“I guess I can’t,” you shrugged, kicking your legs around in the chilly pool, “It’s really hot.”

“It’s because you’re out here,” he flirted, leaning in to press his lips to your shoulder again, the connection longer this time, “I missed you a lot,” he breathed on your skin, moving to press his lips to your neck next.

“I missed you, too,” he nipped at your skin, working his way down your collarbones. You shifted away, “Niall, what are you doing?” you glanced over your shoulder at the crowd of lingering eyes, “They’re watching us,” you hissed.

“Good,” he mumbled, chuckling a little and pulling away, “Gotta let em know who’s in charge around here, yeah?” and he winked.


Hope you’re liking these, guys! It’s a pretty fun request :) This is also my first update having 2k followers! Thank you all so much for supporting me and showing me so much love; you are my sunshine.

Liam & Zayn are here.

xoxo B


Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike profile. “Blood,” he said, half to himself. “I had a dream two nights ago. I saw a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, and blood ran in the streets like water.”
Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. “Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?”
“No,” said Jace, “sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.
Alec shot them both a sharp glance. "Magnus, what’s wrong?
—  Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

anonymous asked:

could you draw heather and do some headcanons? thank you!

i’ve never actually really drawn her before 😬 i took a lot of liberties (but i’ve seen so many amazing redraws of heather, like soplezhuj and bgsdragons, so i thought i’d take a crack at it)

personal headcanons to go along with redraw

  • heather is super pale, and never sleeps, so she looks tired 24/7, also weighed down by her troubles
  • looks like a villain, but deep down she’s aight
  • i would love if she had a sharper look, like sharper chin, sharp nose, hawklike features to go along with her whole sharp aesthetic
  • yellow green eyes to go with the hawklike thing, also v pretty and creepy
  • nocturnal
  • shows up randomly, and doesn’t talk about where she’s been
  • v pretty
  • lone wolf, prefers to be alone, but returns to berk to catch up
  • doesn’t smile a lot, doesn’t mean she’s not happy, if she is smiling then boy you did good
  • an enigma