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blue-kitsune  asked:

Alba: "Oh my what lovely feathers you have, so very soft and shiny. It must be quite a task to keep them in such a condition for I too have difficulty keeping my tails just as fluffy."

Aingeal: Aaaah, thank you so much! And I see what you mean, your tail’s are SO FLUFFY!!!

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Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 8

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit. 

RATING: T

NOTES: Hello all. Thanks so much for your patience, I know this chapter is long overdue. It’s quite short in comparison to the past chapters, but I still hope you enjoy it. Now that school is over for me I hope to write & update more regularly. 

The following day, just after lunch, Mr. Laufeyson and I were walking together on the moors surrounding Heathcote. It had initially felt unusual to spend so much time with him, and to not have as much alone time as I was used to having. Ever since the previous afternoon we had shared every meal together and I was in his company for the remainder of the day.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed his companionship, and especially the intellectual conversations that we shared. Besides Elsie, there had been nobody else in which I could talk openly about the subjects that interested me most. From classic literature to medieval history, Mr. Laufeyson was quite informed about it all. I highly esteemed his intelligence, and eagerness, about such subjects.

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anonymous asked:

53 with FP Jones from Riverdale?? Thank you!!

53. “Sit in my lap”

You and FP were sitting on the couch for a little “meeting” with the other serpents. Hiram Lodge had dropped a bomb on their plans and they had to drop everything and destroy the drive in so Hiram could buy it for a lower price. Joaquin, Mustang and a few others had sat around the living room table discussing how to go about the destruction, but you and FP were off in your own little worlds. “Come on, you driving FP?” Mustang shouted, grabbing the mans attention. “No I’ve had a few drinks, Joaquin can take my truck. Me and (Y/N) will be out in a few minutes.” He spoke as the others left the trailer. He got up and grabbed a jacket from the coat rack and tossed one of his fleece shirts to you. You thanked him and headed outside, only to find there was no room for you in the truck. While you frowned, FP had an idea. He hopped up in the passenger seat and patted his lap. “Sit in my lap.” He spoke. You gladly accepted a chance to be close to him and jumped up in the truck and onto his lap, making sure to wiggle your butt a little bit to make yourself ‘comfortable’.