The Missing Link

The Missing Link

loki x black!daughter!reader

“So…all of you are Lokis? Even that one?” He asks, pointing at the girl, who scowls at him and smacks his hand down. 

“Yes…no…not really. We’re related..sort of, but obviously, I’m not him. He’s my-” She stops herself mid-sentence. “Wait, if you’re not a Loki, then why are you here, let alone with them? What was your nexus eve-”

  “Stop yelling! You’re gonna alert him!” Kid Loki shouts, pointing at the dark cloud in the sky. 

 They continue to walk until they reach a circular door in the floor, presumably a bunker. Classic Loki opens it.

 “Well?” Loki asks, still waiting on the girl’s answer. 

“I killed him.” She finally answers, as she descends into the vault. 

Something in his mind told it that it couldn’t be true. That girl looked familiar, too familiar, and he’s not one to forget faces.

“Wait, that can’t be true..” He mutters.

“Why can’t it be true?” She asks, mimicking his accent, as they all walk down to an area with a semicircle of chairs, with a small pool in the middle, probably for the alligator.

 She was starting to get annoyed. “Why not?”

“Because…er..well, what’s your name?” He asks. 

“Y/N.” She ever so quietly responds. 

“Y/N…”He repeats to himself, as if trying to memorize it. 

 “Then…that can’t be true because..I’m your father.” 

Y/N uncrosses her legs. “Woohoo. You finally figured it out. The last time you saw me was when I was more or less 5 years old, and Thor took you to see me. Honestly he was more of a father than you were, and honestly more than you ever will be.”

   (time skip bc i can barely remember this episode lol)

“Sylvie…and Mobius? You guys came here?” Loki asks. 

“Well some of us, not by choice, but for the most part, yeah.” Sylvie stays silent, then walks off.

 “And who might you be?” Mobius asks Freya, as if she were some random little kid that approached him. “Y/N.” She bluntly responds.

             (another time skip, woohoo!)

A/N: And now for the good part.

 “Why did you tell me that your nexus event was killing me?” Loki asked, as they sat in the grass.

“Quite the questionnaire, aren’t you?” You jokes, subtly breaking her ever so permanent poker face with a slight smirk. 

“You might as well have been dead anyway.” 

Loki frowns. 

“Well? What was it?” 

She fully smirks. “I don’t remember.” 

Loki’s hopeful face returns to a frown, then he creates himself a blanket, wrapped around him.  Y/N chuckles. 

“Of course you would do that.”

 Loki sighs. “Do you really not remember?” 

“I wouldn’t be a descendant of the God of Mischief if I didn’t tell a lie now and then. Of course I remember.” 

A gust of wind blows, and causes Freya to shiver, and her teeth to chatter. 

Loki alters the blanket so it’s wrapped around the both of them. 

 “You didn’t have to do that.” 

“You seemed cold.” 

“Is this some kind of stupid scheme to get me to tell you?”

“What? No!” 

 Y/N tilts her head so it’s leaning on Loki’s shoulder.

“Tell me about my mother.” 

 “Oh…wow. Okay,” Loki says, taken aback by the sudden question. 

“Well, she was a smart, strong, beautiful, and independent woman. She really never needed me. She had powers, just like mine–and yours– but she liked to use these fans with blades on them…and she liked to cut me with them.” That earned a chuckle from Freya.

 “She also loved the color purple. It was her absolute favorite, and she would wear it pretty much everyday. She also adored grilled cheeses ever since we first went to Midgard. She really could’ve had anyone she wanted.  I have idea why she chose me. Considering that, if it weren’t for me, she might have still been alive.”

 Loki subtly wipes his eyes with his shoulder. 

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“I thought I was saving her, but obviously I proved myself otherwise.” 

“Saving her?”

“Well you see, there was…let’s just say, a battle, and..she was hurt. I was out of my mind to think that this would work, but I turned her to stone. I thought that..because I did that, it would heal when I turned her back. I saw it work before..and I knew how to turn her back, but it was too late.”

 “I wish I could have spoken to her…even if it was only for three minutes. I…” She looks behind her. “I think she wants to talk to you.” She tell him, pointing to Sylvie. 

 “I think she can wait.” Y/N creates a watch and checks it. It’s only just going backwards. Really fast. 

“This watch is not useful, but I’m sure she’s been waiting long enough. I’m always gonna be here. There’s no leaving.” 

 Loki stands up, making the blanket disappear. 

“Except you can leave, because you’re coming with us.”

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APPARENTLY TODAY, 10 WHOLE YEARS AFTER THE GAME'S RELEASE. IN OUR GOOD YEAR 2023..................WE FINALLY HAVE TREVORS CONCEPT ART

IM SORRY IF ANYBODYS ALREADY POSTED THIS I JUST GOT REALLY EXCITED

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loser character x bimbo!reader, loser character x popular!reader -WHAT ABOUT LOSER CHARACTER X LOSER READER WE NEED SOME REPRESENTATION HERE!!!

totally didn’t just post two stories carried over from my ao3….

Pretend

Pretend || Peeta Mellark x Black!Fem!Reader(but truly any gender can read) || Takes place after the 74th hunger games but before 75th

for @xxshift4teamcapxx

 Weeks after you and Peeta had made it out of the games, it seemed like the cameras were trained to stay on you two. To the both of you, cameras equaled “pretending” to be in love with each other. You two would often plan things, things that would grab the attention of the capitol. It would be small things such as Peeta helping you with moving furniture to your new home in the Victor’s Village, going on walks with one another, with just maybe a peck on the cheek, that sort of thing. 

 It was only just now when you had realized that Peeta might not have been as much of a faker as you are with your relationship. You two were in your living room, along with Haymitch, who was stumbling in and out of the kitchen. 

 “Do you think he’ll ever stop?” Peeta jokingly asked, as Haymitch rummaged through your cabinets in search of more liquor. For some reason, you didn’t seem to mind it as much as you usually would have. 

Your legs were laid across Peeta’s lap, as the two of you watched “Capitol News”. 

“I don’t think so.” You bluntly replied, which made Peeta turn his attention from the screen to you. 

 “What’s the matter?” He asked, reaching over to tuck a stray curl back into the silk wrapped around your head. You responded with a silent shake of your head and shrug of your shoulders. 

“They’re probably watching us right now.” You muttered, resting your elbow on the arm of the couch. 

 “Why does it matter?” He asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Why does it matter if they’re out there watching us or not?”

“Because then we’ll have to pretend for the cameras.” You whispered. 

He tilted his head, almost like a questioning puppy. “Pretend?” He didn’t sound hurt, or even angry, just lost. 

 You shook your head. “Nevermind, forget it.” 

“Well I can’t now!” 

“Forget what?” Haymitch slurred before walking into the wall. You stood up and put a guiding hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it’s time for you to go.” You told him, before leading him to the front door. 

 “Well, now that we’re alone, maybe you could tell me now?” He suggested hopefully as you sat back down, a bit closer to him this time. 

You huffed. “You know, since we survived together, everyone’s gonna expect us to be together, do everything together, be..you know, together!” You tried to put it in the best words you could. 

“So we aren’t together?” He asked, sitting up from his original relaxed position. 

 You shrugged. “I don’t know.” 

“You may not, but I do. Whatever I said in there, in the arena? I meant it. Maybe not the bad stuff or whatever but the things I said to you? I meant. Ever since we were put in the same class at school, wherever I would see you around the Hob, I just knew that I liked you, loved you even, and that you would be the one.” 

 You had zero idea about what to do with that information. All this time…he felt this way? Why didn’t he say anything? Well, he did, but you just figured it was all a part of some plan. 

“Well, I-”

“Wait, stop.” He interrupted, before leaning over once more to tuck every curly back into your scarf, before leaning in to kiss you. It wasn’t like the ones you two shared just for show, or even in the arena, but one where you actually wanted another one. 

 He began to try to stutter out an apology, but you stopped him. 

“Peeta, stop. I know you think that I don’t feel the same way, but I do. I really, really, do. It’s just a big misunderstanding. I just thought you didn’t feel the same way, just like you did.” 

His cheeks turned red as he went back to his original spot, his once slicked back hair now ruffled and back to its original form. 

 “Well I guess it won’t be so hard to pretend now, will it?”

➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who comes back to the capitol a bit meaner and colder than when he left. who greets you off the train with a rough kiss to your lips, a possessive hand splayed over your lower back but with eyes empty of emotion.

➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who starts to zone out when you’re speaking to him, who doesn’t come to bed at night. who drags his eyes hungrily over your skin one minute but completely ignores you the next.

➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who starts to see you as his property - his pretty little doll. he sees you as a way to boost his image, better his reputation. he’s got a doting, pretty little wife at home, he can’t be that bad?? so he drags you out, picks out your dresses himself, introduces you to all the right people and watches with a smirk as you manage to win them all over with your charm. no doubt they come to like you better than him but he finds he doesn’t care all that much, especially when you’re so under his thumb.

➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who always rewards you for your efforts when you get home. who lets you grind your messy little cunt down on his cock until you can’t speak. he watches you a while, engrossed in the way you suck him in but when he’s approaching orgasm he leans back, shuts his eyes. he finally, finally lets the quiet take over. shuts his mind off and focuses on you and the pleasure, just for a few minutes at least.

➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who’s sleep schedule is terrible. who stays up all night plotting and working and you, who wake up intermittently feeling empty and needy. you pad into his office, just his shirt and some socks on and he immediately knows what you want. glances at you for a second then turns his attention back to what he’s doing. then he’s patting his thigh if you’ve been good and you know the drill. soon enough you’re sinking down on him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your whines. ‘don’t move, be a good girl for me and just sit still,’ coryo would always warn. ‘can you do that?’

➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who suddenly has no time for your capitol snobbishness and attitude. who cuts you off when you’re ranting about something unimportant and silly. who tells you to grow up if you don’t like what the cook made for dinner, if you’re complaining about how the lawn was cut, how you don’t like the flowers. but postpeacekeeper!coryo does care about your gossip. he has this unending need to know everyone’s secrets and so when you start telling him the latest scandal or one of your girlfriends latest dirty laundry he gives you his undivided attention. lets you sit on his lap whilst he listens, traces patterns into your bare thigh.

➸ postpeacekeeper!coryo who gives you a messy kiss when you give him something really useful. who grabs your cheeks and tells you how brilliant you are. he’ll push you down on his desk, hike your skirt up and give you your favourite reward. he can’t deny that the eager sounds you make as he kisses at your swollen little clit are music to his ears.

➸ but postpeacekeeper!coryo really can’t stand it when your bratty. he’s not much of a punisher - in his opinion - he just bends you over the nearest surface and uses you. occasionally bites the skin at your shoulders, tells you what a messy slut you really are, just there for him to take his own pleasure and that’s what he does. he fucks you until you can barely stand, until your wetness and his cum are dripping down your thighs and then he leaves you there. doesn’t let you cum, pulls out if you even make a sound and waits until you’ve incoherently rambled out an apology to push back in. it’s barely even punishment in his eyes.

➸ so all in all postpeacekeeper!coryo is hot and cold. all in obsessed with you for a while, disinterested for a few weeks after, then the cycle repeats but he does keep you satisfied. even if you are just his pretty toy, another piece on his chessboard to win the capitol <3