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You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Movie Date

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader, slight Stony

Request:

Could you please write a Peterxreader where reader is the youngest member of the team. One day they have a movie date in the tower and the team spies on them?Could it be in the point of view of the team?[bonus points if deadpool is in it] thanks <3            


Wade has created a chatroom.

Wade has added Natasha, Tony, Thor, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Vision.

Clint: What, Wade?!

Tony: Can we text later? You’re going to distract me!

Bruce: I need to ask, but is it not weird that us, adults, are spying on Y/N and Peter, our youngest and most loved members movie date in a very cramped up spot?

Natasha: If you don’t like it, then you can leave, Banner. It’s not weird. We are just being protective parental units/uncles/adopted android sibling.

Vision: Overprotective*

Steve: Should they be sitting so close? Natasha, should they? Maybe I should go in and sit between them.

Tony: I will kick your ass, Rogers! Don’t you dare ruin their date!

Thor: Grab him, Stark! I shall lay Mjolnir upon him so he may not move.

Steve: Try it and I will run off with Mjolnir!

Thor: You? Worthy? HA! Do not fight us!

Steve: I know you have your doubts. I know deep down you know that I was faking not being able to lift Mjolnir. Would you like to test me?

Thor: Anyone has any rope?

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  • D.va: The world is on the brink of going boom-boom. This is our most desperate hour. Unless we make a stand, here and now, we gonna die. Now… ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!!
  • Doomfist: What’s “initiative?”
  • Mercy: It says which order we attack in.
  • Doomfist: I punch the initiative.
  • Soldier 76: What’s going on? I wasn’t paying attention.
  • Mercy: D.va, why don’t you start over?
  • D.va: Ahem. Welcome, fine ladies, to your first session of the most coolestest game in the world: Bunkers & Badasses. As your Bunker Master, I will be spinning today’s tale of fantasy and-
  • Soldier 76: Wait why the hell are we playing this kid’s game?
  • D.va: Oh you know maybe because SHUT THE HELL UP JACKY!!
  • Mercy: D.va! She’s right though, shut up.
  • D.va: While our Overwatch buddies beat the slamma jamma out of that Talon informant downstairs, I thought we could play a game. Now, pick your characters. You got the Mechromancer, the Commando, the Siren-
  • Doomfist: Siren. Dibs. My Siren’s name is Doomfist, and she is the prettiest.
  • Mercy: D.va, why don’t we just start now and figure that out later?
  • submitted by nordinthelich

wicked games : a fanmix for the suffering game 


“You know the rules: once you sacrifice something here, you don’t get it back!”

christina aguilera - enter the circus/welcome // lady gaga - paparazzi // circus contraption - carousel // mother mother - body // stolen babies - filistata // humanwine - rivolta silenziosa // the dresden dolls - necessary evil // firewater - borneo // p!nk - funhouse // dead man’s bones - lose your soul // jason webley - dance while the sky crashes down 

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Harley x Joker x Jerome x Reader


“The citizens of Gotham are warned to stay indoors until Jerome and (Y/N) have been apprehended after last night’s attack on the Wayne Industries.” The Tv blared.

“Blah, Blah, Blah… gotta be something good one.” Jerome drawled as he switched channels.

“I told you we shoulda listened to Mom.” You huffed causing your brother to glare at you.

“Yeah well, Dad’s plan got us into the building and we got the money.” Jerome hopped around on his chair, crouching so he could stay seated while watching you fiddle with the gun in your hand.

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anonymous asked:

saw the post about 2 toned souls and it got me looking at a ring i had on so i wanted to share this idea i had with you: The Lady has an opal colored soul, a soul with little bits of ever color of the rainbow in one

Like this?

I have to say, that SOUL’s a beautiful one.  No wonder she managed to catch the eye of all those different skeletons.  

Geoffrey's Granddaughter (Merlin X Reader)

(You are the Granddaughter of Geoffrey of Monmouth, Court Genealogist and the keeper of the Royal Library. You are a noblewoman. Lady (Y/N), who came to Camelot to follow Geoffrey’s footsteps as an apprentice. You were introduced by Geoffrey to Arthur and Merlin when Arthur was called by Uther to meet you in person.)

(Also I do not own the entire production of the Merlin series. or even bbc


You are on your horse, (Y/H/N), riding on a path that leads to Camelot. Your cloak hood hides you face. You were personally asked by your Grandfather, Geoffrey of Monmouth, Camelot’s royal Court Genealogist and Keeper of the Royal Library, to be his apprentice.

You are an orphan, your mother had passed away from childbirth and you father has recently died from sickness. You were living with your Aunt until one day you received a letter from Grandfather Geoffrey.

So you left the household of Monmouth and bid farewell to your Aunt and the servants that worked there. You always believed in equality between commoners and nobles that the servants were like a second family to you.

You only wished that you weren’t the only noble who believes in equality.

Finally, you reached to the lower town of Camelot and slowed Y/H/N by pulling gently on her/his reins and strut on the road, carefully passing through the busy crowd of working commoners and laughing children.

You suddenly pulled Y/H/N to stop when you spotted a dirty young boy, who was staring hungrily at a pile of apples that was place on a market stand. And judging by the state of the child, he seems to be a homeless orphan.

You got off of Y/N/H and went to the merchant.

“Four apples and two pears please.” You asked.

“That’ll be 5 gold pieces miss.” the merchant grumbled.

You gave him the money and grabbed a neatly piece of cloth from you satchel to wrap the fruits in.

You then walk to the hungry boy and kneel down to his height.

“Hello, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Allen.” He squeaked out. Clearly scared by you. You couldn’t blame him, an older stranger came to you and asked for your name seemed to be very intimidating for a child his age.

“Hello Allen, my name is Y/N is your mother or father around?”

“No.” He muttered.

“Where are they?”

“Dead.” He simply said.

I sighed. “Do you have a place to live?”

Fortunately he nodded. “With uncle Morty. But he’s barely at home.”

“Why?”

“He works hard. But sometimes we don’t have enough gold to buy food.”

You lift his head gently by his chin and look at him in the eyes. “Are you happy?”

“Sometimes, when uncle Morty comes back from work, we would play knights.”

“Do you want to become a knight when you grow up?”

“Yes, but I can’t.”

You frown playfully. “And why not?”

“Because I’m not brave enough.”

You thought for a moment and then sparked an idea and leaned closer to Allen.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“What?”

“You see my horse there?” You pointed at Y/N/H, who was standing behind you by a few meters the entire time.

“Yes.”

“Well you see young Allen, his/her name is Y/N/H and he was actually a gift from a kind witch.” I whispered the last part by his ear.

“But magic is band from Camelot.” He said you covered his mouth and shush at him.

“I know.” You whispered. “That’s why I am asking you to keep it as a secret.”

He then nodded and you slowly put you hand away from his mouth.

“Do you want to know what makes Y/H/N so special?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“You see if you touch him his/her nose and doesn’t back up, it means you are brave enough to ride him.”

“And if he does back up?”

“Then. . we’ll see what’s happens, just don’t scream, It’ll scare him/her more.”

Allen gulped and stared at the horse with scared eyes. “Do you think I’m brave enough?”

You chuckled.“Young Allen, I have the privileged to meet a lot of brave men on my journey to Camelot. And I must say you have the eyes of courage to show all of Camelot and the kingdoms of the realm one day.”

“How?”

“You just need to see that no matter how dark the world is, there is light, There will always be light. You just need to believe that you can find it.”

Allen then lifts his chin high and march gently to Y/H/N. He then stops midway and looks back at me.

I nodded and signalled him to continue.

He took a deep breath and then continues until he was in front of Y/H/N and carefully lift his hand and bows his head down. Fearing of what would happen.

Y/H/N then bows his/her head down to the child and pressed his/her nose to the boy’s trembling hand.

Allen opened his eyes in surprise nd looks up. He then smiled ad looks back at you.

“I did it! I did it Miss Y/N! I did it!” He said in enthusiasm.

You smiled. “Of course you did. I told you, you have the eyes of courage. You want to ride him/her?”

“Can I?” He asked.

“Mhmm. Here.” You lead Allen to Y/H/N’s side and lift him by the waist to settle him on the saddle and then mount up so that you are behind him. Allen is secure in between your arms and you asked him to hold the bag of fruits.

You made a noise with your mouth to signal Y/H/N to walk and asked where Allen lives.


(At The Castle)

“So Geoffrey has a granddaughter?” Merlin asked.

“Yes Merlin.” Arthur said in annoyance. “How many times do I have to tell you to make you understand with that pea brain of yours?”

“I’m just saying, Gaius has never mentioned anything about Geoffrey having a granddaughter. And that old man mentions a lot of things.”

“You know, now that you mentioned it. My father has never even mentioned about a Lady Y/N of Monmouth. Until now.”

“Maybe he had his reasons.” Merlin stated as he patted the Arthur’s bed clean.

“Probably.” Arthur muttered.

Suddenly there was knocking at the door.

“Enter.” Arthur called.

A castle guard opened the door. He bowed then rise. “My Lord.”

“What is it?”

“The King had asked me to inform you that Lady Y/N of Monmouth has arrived.”

Arthur and Merlin shared a look and then looks back at the servant.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”


Arthur and Merlin walked down the hall that leads to the Royal Library where King Uther had asked to meet.

“Wouldn’t be better if we meet the Lady of Monmouth in the Council Hall?” Merlin asked.

“Geoffrey personally asked my father if the Lady Y/N could visit the Library as soon as she reached to Camelot.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know Merlin, why don’t you asked the granddaughter of the Keeper of the Royal Library?” Arthur said sarcastically.

“Never mind.” Merlin muttered.

The two individuals reached to there the main doors of the Royal Library. Merlin opened the door and the two enter.

They immediately found King Uther, Geoffrey, Morgana and two men from the council, talking to each other in hushed voices around Geoffrey’s study desk.

Merlin spotted Gaius at the end of the table and frowned. It was unusual for Gaius to be here when in the early morning he mentioned that he was gonna have a busy day.

“Father.” Arthur greeted Uther.

“Arthur, so nice for you to come.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a choice do I?” Arthur joked.

“Yes well,” Geoffrey started. “Prince Arthur I do hope you know why you are here.”

“Of course Geoffrey.” Arthur said. “Where is Lady Y/N?” He asked kindly.

“She is just browsing around the library. She was hoping to find a book that’s based on a certain level of herbalism.” Geoffrey then turns to one of the sections o the library.

“Is she a herbalist?” Merlin thought but accidently said it out loud.

“Don’t be foolish Merlin.” Arthur said in a annoyed voice. “She’s a Lady of course she isn’t.”

“Actually,” Gaius said. “My Lord, the Lady Y/N was actually hoping if there is a herbalist in Camelot so that she would learn more about healing.”

Merlin looked a little smug whilst Arthur seemed a bit shocked.

“Is there a reason why she would want to know how?” Arthur asked after he awkwardly coughed, trying to loosen up the air.

“As a matter of fact yes.” Uther said with a small frown showing. “She wanted to prepare if Camelot were ever to be in a worse condition.”

Smart. Merlin thought.

“Where is that girl?” Geoffrey muttered to himself. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Suddenly a figure came out from behind of one of the bookshelves. Head down with a book in hands.

Merlin, Arthur and practically everyone in the reading area spotted the figure and knew right away that it was you.

You then pulled your eyes away from the page that your were reading and saw a couple of gentlemen.

Merlin and Arthur couldn’t help but stare at the you with their eyes wide with shock. Merlin had his mouth slightly opened as Arthur let out a small breathy gasp. Both enchanted by your beauty.

Your S/C reflects perfectly by the light from the sun beam from the windows. Your eyes sparkled with glee as you smiled shyly at the new arrivals.

You then deducted that the blond one was Prince Arthur, since his attire was more formal than the dark haired one. Although you couldn’t deny. The dark hair one was more dashing than the Prince. No matter how ordinary his clothes were.

“Y/N!” Geoffrey said with a smile on his face. “There you are, I thought that you might’ve been lost.”

You chuckled and bookmarked the page that you were reading with your finger as you walk to stand next to Geoffrey.

“Sire,” Geoffrey began. “May I introduce to you my granddaughter. Y/N.”

You smiled and did a curtsy. “My lord.” You raise.

“How quaint it is to finally meet you.” You said in a gentle voice and smiled at the charming prince.

“P-Please, the pleasure is mine.“ Arthur said after remembering why he came to the library.

He took your hand, that wasn’t holding the book, and look you straight in the eyes.

“It is my honor to formerly welcome you to Camelot, my Lady.” He then kissed your hand and you gave him a sweet smile.

“How kind of you.” You said then look behind the Prince to see the dark hair gentlemen.

“And who is this?” You asked.

Arthur turned and looks back at you.

“No one of importance.” He smiled.

“I don’t believe that.” You say casually.

Arthur frowned. “You don’t?”

“You don’t?” Uther repeated.

“You don’t?” The dark hair gentlemen said.

You shook your head no and smiled kindly. “I don’t. I believe that everyone in the kingdom, may they be noble or commoner, has a important role in their own special way. How else will Camelot can cope without the hard work of the commoners? Or without the order and sacrifices from the nobles and the council?”

Uther and Arthur looks at you with surprise, while Morgana looks at you with admiration along with Merlin and Gaius.

“So may I asked?” You said as you smoothly walk around Arthur to stand in front of the dark haired young man behind him.

“What is your name?”

He coughs a bit then answered. “Merlin. My Lady.”

“Merlin.” You muttered. “What an unusual name. Yet unique.”

He smiled awkwardly. “My mother picked it.”

You smiled sweetly at him. In all your years, you have a way to see the light and goodness in people.

And just as you told Allen, the young boy you met earlier who you gave the bag of fruit to.

There will always be light, you just need to believe that you can find it.

Someone then coughs and you turn to see your grandfather Geoffrey walking towards you and place his hands on your shoulders.

“My child, I believe it’s time that we catch up on the years I’ve missed. Now tell me how is…”

Geoffrey leads you to somewhere in the library. And you couldn’t help but sneak a glance to Merlin. Who was smiling kindly and you smiled back and turn your attention to Geoffrey.

Arthur, who was still confused about why would on earth would you speak to Merlin as if he was your equal, frowned and turned to Merlin. Who quickly flashed an innocent smile.

Arthur rolled his eyes and then signals him to follow as he marched out of the room.

This is will be interesting. The Lady Morgana thought smugly.


Betrothed 6

Summary: You have been betrothed to a disgusting pig to settle your father’s gambling debts. The night before your wedding, you are rescued by an unlikely party.

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here. Read Part 5 here.

A/N: After a ridiculously long wait, I’M BACK! So sorry it’s been so long. Enjoy the fluff (while it lasts…)

Warnings: alcoholism, gambling, arranged marriage, bullying, maybe even verbal abuse, anxiety, unwanted attention/harassment, assault/rape, fluff

FIC:

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

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Chocolate Ice Cream

fluff + single dad Sehun // The bell to the door chimes and in walks a kid, no more than six, asking for chocolate ice cream. Meanwhile, Sehun discovers his kid has disappeared.

He walked into your shop with a blue plaid cap sitting on top of a fluff of black hair. His sandals squeaked against the tiled floor, catching your attention, as he made his way towards the counter. You peered at the door, thinking for a second someone would follow after, maybe his mother but no one came. His small hands reached up to the counter and tapped the bell.

“Can I have ice cream please?” The little boy asked.

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jealous | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

prompt: 28- “shut up, just shut up!”

a/n: this is work of my newest lil bean co-owner davina!! please leave a warm message in our ask box or down below so she knows you guys are loving her work!! leave request my babies!!

it’s been two months since Reggie and I started dating, two truly beautiful months.

we’ve been best friends since the kindergarten so we practically grew up together, even though our families hated each other for unknown reasons.

because of that, we decided to keep our whole relationship as a secret. so the two of us were happy, at least for a while.

it was Sunday night and as a weirdo that I am, I spent it watching my favorite horror movies. Suddenly, I heard tapping on my window. I hurriedly stood up and grabbed my flashlight.

“Who… who is it?” I stuttered.

“Michael Myers” I heard a familiar voice. It was my beloved significant other, Reginald Mantle.

“Reggie?!” I was upset and creeped out.

“What on earth are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Now, now, can I come in or not?” He said trough laughter. I quickly dragged him inside my room, trying not to wake up my parents.

“So? What is so important, Mantle?”

“Look" he sighed

“Will you come to the match tomorrow night?”

“The football match?“ he nodded. 

“Reggie… I don’t think we…” “Y/N…”

“My parents will be there!” I halfshouted

“I’m sick of these secrets, Y/N! You are my girlfriend, my soulmate. I would kill for you, I would take you on a journey to heaven and show you to the angels. I care about you more than I care about their reaction.”

he grabbed my hand “please” he whispered

I was truly touched with his words, so I decided to say yes to the match.

“Fine.” I sighed

‘What could possibly go wrong?’ I thought. well, I wasn’t right.

I spent the whole day thinking about the match and my boyfriend. I hoped that my parents won't be there, regardless to the fact that my older brother was in the team too.

“Y/N?”

unexpectedly my best friend, Veronica approached me

I met Veronica last year and we have been friends since then. Best friends, actually. In attempt to grab my coffee, she realized that I was in fact wearing a Riverdale Bulldogs shirt underneath my denim jacket.

“You are not going to that match, right?”

“I am, actually.”

Even though we were besties, I haven’t told her about my relationship with Reggie.

“You… have some something you wish to tell me?” Crap, she knew me well. She knew I was hiding something.

I shook my head “No, I do not.”

That was a terrible mistake.

It was finally 6:30PM. I grabbed my phone along with my car keys and left the family house.

i was terrified and excited at the same time. The stands were full, this surely was an important match for the Bulldogs. All of a sudden, Veronica appeared in front of me.

“Veronica?” I gasped.

“What… what are you doing here?" "I'm a cheerleader, silly” she laughed.

the situation was getting worse and worse “Are… are my parents here?” I asked the raven haired girl in front of me

“Oh yeah. They are with your brother in the changing room.” Boom. That was it. It always gets worse.

“Veronica… I have to tell you somet….”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the annual Riverdale High vs Kingsley High match.” I was cut off by the host.

“Listen, I gotta go. See you later, okay?” She kissed my cheek and ran away to her River Vixens.

I quickly sat on my seat in the stands, waiting for my boyfriend to appear.

I saw my parents, sitting there, without even noticing me. My anxiety hit me.

Suddenly, a strange group of boys in lather jackets sat next to me. I couldn't recognize them, they weren't from our school.

“Hello there, beautiful” One of them spoke, grabbing my shoulder.

“I… I'm not” I was fearful. I tried to pull down his hand

“… and now we welcome the Riverdale Bulldogs and our one and only, River Vixens!”

“I have a boyfriend” I whispered, my voice was shaky. On spur of moment, the Bulldogs appeared, with my boyfriend in the first row.

“He doesn't have to know, babe” He tried to press his lips against mine.

“No!” I slapped him. That caught my boyfriend's eye.

“Hey!” Reggie said to the guy next to me.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He was furious. The guy in the lather jacket stood up.

“Reggie…” I tried to calm him down. The whole crowd, including my parents, was staring.

“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend, I will murder your ass!"  He said with anger in his voice. Tears started forming in my eyes.

Everybody started clapping and cheering "Reggie?!” I whispered.

“My… OUR parents, we cannot…”

“Shut up, just shut up.”

He sensually kissed me and the clapping became even louder.  I saw my parents, sitting there, laughing and clapping with the rest of the crowd.

I was happy, for the first time in my life, I was actually happy. I loved Reggie, the way his eyes met mine. He surely was a jealous type, but if you weren't jealous every once in a while, you wouldn't be in love.

No one asked for this but i wrote it anyways

Loki has finally gained a moment alone in the King’s Chambers as he readied himself for bed. He flexed his fingers and his illusion dropped with a sigh from his mouth. It felt so good to be in his own skin again. The smile on his face has been there all day and he doesn’t think it could possibly disappear. It is truly great to be King…

…that is until he felt the sword against his throat.

“Good evening, My King." The words dripped sarcastically from her lips and he can’t help the smile on his face from growing because she’s been clever enough to figure it out. 

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She’s back early from the little trip to Midgard he sent her on. "Did you miss me?" He asked and he can feel the sword press against his throat as a warning. 

"We were told you died, saving Asgard from the Dark Elves, but the construction of that statue is a bit much even for you,” Sif answered as she made him back up against the wall. “You were obvious.”

“Hmm, it’s possible… or maybe I just missed you?" He reached up and used his finger to push the swords edge away from his neck. "It’s been almost two years, Sif. No one suspected anything until I have them reason to- until I gave you a reason to. Did you catch the play?”

“Oh yes, my Lord. It’s interesting that you included me there, running off to go and get help,” Sif glared at him as she sheathed her sword.

“Well, I could have expanded your role. I just thought there were some parts that you would want to remain..” he leaned forward with his hand on her should as he whispered the last word in her ear “…private." 

"Why, aren’t you thoughtful?” Sif rolled her eyes as she pushed him back against the wall. She tugged at his hair and he hissed in pain. “Is this not the reunion you were hoping for?" 

"Sif, darling…” Loki began to say until her lips covered his. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to deepen the kiss but there was something holding him back. The same thing that had caused him to reveal himself to her. He pulled away and pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “I did miss you. I needed to speak with you in my own form.”

“Have you been having the dreams too?” She asked him and he was surprised by her frankness. 

“Asgard consumed by flames until it explodes apart. It would seem that I am not the only one.” Loki answered, stepping away. “The dreams constantly appear every night without fail. Something is coming.”

“I am prepared to fight-” Sif began but Loki silenced her with his finger.

“No, I would have you live, not give your life. At least for one of us, an Asgardian to live and tell our stories.” Loki interrupted. 

“Why not Fandral or Volstagg or even Hogun?” Sif asked, angry that he would ask her to abandon their friends, to abandon the realm.

“You love Asgard. Your memory of her would outlast any others," Loki answered simply. "You can take care of yourself and fight any who would try to harm you. That’s why it has to be you, Sif." 

"No. No. No,” Sif tried to protest but Loki silenced her with a kiss.

She shoved him away from her and Loki spoke, “There are no others capable. You leave tonight.”

“Tonight? Can’t I be allowed to say goodbye to the Warriors Three?” Sif asked.

Loki shook his head, “No, this has to be done in secret. They’ll suspect me, otherwise and Thor will return any day now. You have to trust me.”

“You’ve given me plenty of reasons as to why I shouldn’t trust you.” Sif remarked as she turned and went to the window to stare out at Asgard. 

Loki followed her quietly and set his hands upon her shoulders as he gazed out at the realm. “I trust you and your loyalty to the realm. You won’t forget the place you come from. Your home." 

Sif was quiet for a long time. She was trying to absorb all of this- Loki’s plan, the threat against the realms, the dreams, the feeling of Loki’s hands on her shoulders. She leaned back against him with a sigh. "Tonight then.” He turned her face toward his and kissed her gently. His arms wrapped around her holding her close so he could remember this moment forever. 

He was sad when they pulled apart, his illusion returned and he sent her away using the Bifrost. He stared out at the stars as he rode back to the palace, knowing that somehow she would find her way home eventually.

This is almost copied word for word from a conversation I had with @thenutofroyalty (with some additions of quotes and things) but here we go… 

If you think about it, all of Sansa’s hardships have been leading her to become a great queen.

1. She faced an arrogant, entitled ruler with no care for the common people in Joffrey and this made her more compassionate for those in lesser positions. It taught her to see past perfect appearances to what mattered underneath. She became aware of the injustice of those in power, and living under Lannister rule made her see just how the common folk felt about an unworthy ruler who used their power to intimidate and threaten. 

Sansa: I thought they were going to kill me. 
Shae: They thought so, too.
Sansa: He hated me, the man who hit me. I saw it in his eyes. Hated me. He never met me before, but he wanted to hurt me.
Shae: Of course he did.
Sansa: Why? Why would a stranger –
Shae: You are everything he will never have. Your horse eats better than his children. It doesn’t matter now. He’s dead.
Sansa: I would have given them bread if I had it. I hate the king more than any of them.

Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again. – ACoK

2. She faced a hardened and cruel matriarch in Cersei, who tried to teach her that fear was the best way to rule, and it made her see that in fact, it was better to rule with love and to be loved by the people, that to be a good queen was to be a queen of the people. 

“I will remember, Your Grace,” said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear. ‘If I am ever a queen, I’ll make them love me.’ – ACoK

3) She also saw that in Margaery. Although two-faced and conniving in her way, Sansa only ever saw the good in Margaery and perhaps it was pretense, but she still saw a future queen who looked after the common folk. 

Margaery was different, though. Sweet and gentle, yet there was a little of her grandmother in her, too. – ASoS

4) She married a cruel and sadistic ruler in Ramsay and learned of loyalty and the true spirit of the North. In her darkest moments there, she found strength in that part of herself. She found strength in the North, in Winterfell and in being a Stark.

“I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home. And you can’t frighten me.”

“Welcome home, Lady Stark. The North remembers.”

5) She was under the care of a manipulative, calculating and selfish man in Petyr, and through him, she learned how to play the game and navigate politics from one of the best politicians in Westeros. She learned how to better observe people, anticipate their moves and the necessity of cold pragmatism in ruling and appeasing alliances. 

“I’m a slow learner, it’s true. But I learn… When you brought me back to Winterfell, you told me there’s no justice in the world, not unless we make it. Thank you for all your many lessons, Lord Baelish. I will never forget them.”

All of the hardships she’s ever gone through, all of the lessons she’s ever learned because of them, they are all leading her to become a true queen of the North, the kind that’s written about in songs and stories, which is funny in its way. Sansa always wanted to be apart of those songs; she’s always wanted to have her beauty sung about, but it won’t be her beauty that’s renowned in history. It’ll be her heart, her mind and her strength and resilience as the North’s first queen in thousands of years. 

This is where Sansa’s story will end. It’s all led her here. 

Originally posted by fangirltrashbaby