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Mias and Elle - Chapter 9Elle lay on her back in an awkward position and uncomfortable silence only broken by her occasional gasps of air. It felt as though her innards were twisting around inside of her, and it was making her nauseous; Mias made her nauseous, at least, she hoped that it was nausea.

Cheeks burning red, lips swollen and tingling, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wished that she could get in a calming breath to centre herself, but it was proving difficult what with the painful pounding in her chest. Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed her forehead with the palms of her hands. This was becoming a habit of her body to go into thi

LokixReader {Chapter 16}Loki lead you to giant gold encrusted seats inside the dining hall, motioning for you to take the seat next to him as the both of you sat down, opposite of Volstagg, Sif, Fandral, and the one you identified as Hogun.
The whole table was filled with food; it was like what you imagined Thanksgiving would be like if it were on steroids, and then doubled. Loki caught you staring, leaning over to whisper, "It actually goes pretty fast, considering how many people are here every night."
"Jeez, this is more food than I think I've ever seen in my life."
He laughed low in your ear, and with another killer glance from Sif he pulled away, while you

The Magician and the Mind reader 2:2"My Queen!"
"Holy!" I didn't even finish my curses as I dropped the wrench on my face and the focus of my magic was lost and I fell on my ass. I mumbled curses to myself under my breath.
"I didn't mean to startle you, your grace." The young guard rushed over.
"Oh, Treu, call me Hollywood. Please." I mumbled, looking at the sky, "How many times have I told you that?"
"Fifty seven, your majesty."
"Treu!"
"I'm sorry, Hollywood." He blushed. Treu was a young member of Odin's guard, too young to die for Asgard, so he was assigned to stay and keep track of Loki and me. Unfortunately, Loki was gone now and with most of the rest of the guard on

Romance, but not as we know It 07Loki created a clone before leaving the studio, realizing he very much wanted to keep an eye on his Romanoff. He teleported to somewhere out of the way to contemplate recent events but was quickly drawn to his emissary's observations.
As Natasha answered her phone, she strode across the floor. Weaving in between the pairs seemed to be second nature despite some dancers openly gawking. Loki's ostentatious exit had not gone unnoticed, but his spurned partner ignored everyone else there. Except... there was a passing moment when she glanced across the room and met the eyes of his clone. There was no way she could have seen through its disguise:

The Magician and the Mind reader 2:1"Agent Goldeneye, would you please for heaven's sake get your filthy sneakers off my desk!" I scolded the former gunslinger queen. Probably not a smart move considering a few seconds later she grazed my ear with a spell.
"Why? Don't be so uptight it's just a desk!" she laughed, "And at least call me Hollywood? Please?"
"This desk happens to be an icon." I rolled my eyes as she sipped her jack and coke, "Is it horrible that I don't believe half of what you just told me?"
"You should!" I got the eyebrow raise from smolderey gold eyes and countered with my own condescending look, "Would I lie to you?" she asked.
"Possibly." I replied.
"The

Romance, but not as we know It 05As revenge for 'allowing that man-pest to assault his ears for any length of time,' Loki had the feasible excuse not to specify the Kybant's particular location. "Your technology is so scant that it would be far more productive to plan for the eventuality that they invade instead of even attempt to construct your own interstellar transport. Really, the extent of your exploration is your own, quite pitiful moon? Howsoever was I defeated?" His eye-rolling and contemptuous tone were not well received by any of the agents around an identical table as in their first meeting, chiefly Director Fury. His right hand, Maria Hill, was still amused from

The Magician and the Mind reader 1:18"Hollywood of Midgard you aren't who you say you are." Where had I heard that voice…"You are a liar."
"What is a lie but a version of the truth taken up in substitution of reality for the benefit of one or more parties?" I replied cautiously into the darkness, subtly challenging the unknown foe.
"Silver tongue. Just like your other half." The voice hissed as it circled me, "and a golden heart to pay a debt you owe me." It snickered.
"Stranger, I believe we have never met." I hissed back.
"Because you continue to evade me and cheat me out of what is rightfully mine. I am Thanos, half-mortal, and I am death."
I woke with a start, gasp

Romance, but not as we know It 04It was while stalking the streets of Manhattan (possibly not the best idea given his utter lack of disguise) and coordinating his clone to disappear somewhere innocuous that Loki was trying to think of something, anything other than the shameless look of a cat playing with a mouse Natasha last goaded him with. Really, was there any topic of which these humans were unwilling to speak? Any thoughts directly unrelated kept incomprehensibly trailing back to her and her irreverent manner, so he directed them towards S.H.I.E.L.D. and the story he was weaving about these "Kybant".
The inspiration came from stories he remembered as a child. He could

The Magician and the Mind reader 1:17 "Now when I give the word, touch the ends of those wires together. But until then, do me a favor and keep them as far apart as possible!" I shouted at Loki from under the spaceship. He was sitting in the ship, hopefully not letting the wires come anywhere close to each other.
"You don't have to shout. I can hear your thoughts now. For whatever reason…some of your thoughts are so damn twisted." He thought at me.
"Don't flatter yourself. You only hear what I want you to." I thought back.
"Then what's the deal with all of the detailed plots on how to kill me?"
"I thought I'd freak you out."
"Sure. I think I had one of your dreams l

The Magician and the Mind reader 1:16"Why the long face, Doc?" A hint of bitterness graced Phil's voice as he sat next to me on the dock. I had a foot dangling in the water, drawing whimsical patterns with magic as my toes twirled the ripples. I heard a murmur of something awful brewing in his thoughts.
"What are you hiding from me, now, Phil?" I asked without looking up.
"I asked you first." My friend said.
"True." I said.
"Hollywood, what's wrong with you?"
"Loki, Odin, and I just got into a huge fight. The Asgardians all seem to hate me. And I'm never going home. Speaking of which? Why are you still here?" I asked stupidly. His thoughts flashed to the obvious answer. "Da

The Magician and the Mind reader 1:15"Oh, God! No, go away! GAH!" I threw a beaker, but missed, "Shit! No, shoo! Go back! NO! OTHER WAY! DO NOT COME UP HERE! LEAVE ME ALONE! GAHH!"
"What. The hell. Are you doing!?" Loki questioned. I hadn't even seen him walk in.
"Um…nothing?" I tried to sound convincing as I waved the scraper in front of me like a sword and attempted to look like I wasn't clinging to the pillar for dear life. I must've looked like a huge idiot standing on the table.
"Seriously? Just tell me what your problem is now." He raised an eyebrow and sounded unamused by my latest antics.
"Um…well…there's…um…" I am such an idiot. Stupid irrat

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by *Tiuni, Sep 28, 2011, 12:31:22 AM
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Victoria laughed when they finally found cover from the rain. She wiped her eyes of the water, but raindrops still dripped onto their faces. Vincent gave a disapproving frown and tried to wipe the offending tears, until Victoria slapped his hand away.

"Don't do that," she said with a smirk, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You'll ruin my makeup."

"As if the rain hadn't already done that," Vincent replied, making her chuckle softly. Victoria sat down in the veranda and ushered for him to sit next to her. He happily obliged. His clothes crumpled uncomfortably in the rain and mud, but for some reason, it didn't seem to bother him as much. "You'll catch a cold at this rate."

Victoria's lips quirked into a strange smile, as she said, "You forget that I'm already dead."

"No," he replied, smiling as well. "You're very much alive. At least, to me you are."

Her eyes softened as she looked down and slowly grazed his fingertips with her own. Their conversation was tame yet surprisingly intimate, as if they both realized something that they were too afraid to say aloud. The rain didn't cease its downpour, but to Vincent it was as if the raindrops had slowed down to a quiet pitter-patter. Warmth grew to the tips of his ears as he watched her tilt her neck, seemingly unsure of whether to stare into his eyes or at the blue haze around them.

"Vincent," she said with a finality that said so much more than what his name could bear. Victoria parted her lips to say more, but he said it before her.

"I love you," he said, so very softly, as he heard his heart beating loudly in his ears. The priest continued to stare intently at his companion, but Victoria stubbornly refused to match his gaze. Her shoulders shook with silent laughter as she shook her head, staring out into the rain.

"You're such a fool," she whispered. He said nothing as Victoria continued to have her fingers dance around his palms, feeling a spread of warmth at each place they touched. Vincent didn't ask whether she felt the same. The woman was always a bit of a coward for these things.

Besides, it was obvious that she loved him too.

Raindropsby *Tiuni

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Out of all the things I could have updated my gallery on, I put up a vignette? Really?

So I was without internet for awhile, and it got my writing juices flowing again, for some reason. So here you go, a very cheesy vignette about Vincent and Victoria. This would happen after The Wayside Manor had ended.

I'm going to draw a picture of this scene. As soon as I regain the ability to keep my eyelids open.

The picture is a doodle I posted on my tumblr awhile back. Check it out to see crappy doodles haha: [link]

EDIT: Whoa what the why does this have so many favorites and views and where are all these people coming from wtf I'm so confused