I’m Ezra, I’ve been a self shipper since I was (maybe) 13 or 14. I’ve been doing this for A WHILE and I kind of lost track of how many F/Os I have at this point so BEAR WITH ME </3
BOUNDARIES:
Basic DNI criteria
I’m 500% okay with doubles and sharing! Just PLEASE be respectful. If you're a nonsharer, feel free to block me!
I’m ace so I’m uncomfortable with NSFW! :(
NOTES:
F/O list updates very frequently! (I’m a lovrr, not a fighter)
LISTS:
ROMANTIC F/Os: Affogato Cookie ☕🍨, Axius the Deathbringer 🖤🪡, Baby Saja 🍭😈, Black Sapphire Cookie 🍇🎙️, Curt & Rod 🕶️, Eternal Sugar Cookie 🩷🪽, Loki Laufeyson 💚🐍, Lune Blayde 💟🗡️🪽, Nightmare 🌫️🖤, Shadow Milk Cookie 🩵🎭, Sidon 🐠🗡️, Silent Salt Cookie 🧂⚔️, Sylvie Laufeydottir 💚🗡️, Valentina 💄🩷, Viper 🐍🪷
PLATONIC F/Os: Abby Saja 💪😈, Barry Styles 💄, Beverly 🍹🍸🍻, Lux 💡, Nikki Freeman 🌿🫀, Zoey Bennett 👻
FAMILIAL F/Os: Rocky 🪨🕷️⭐ , Silver the Hedgehog 🦔🩶🩵
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You and Sylvie have been on the run causing chaos in every branch that dared to bloom off the Sacred Timeline. Though, when you find yourselves in a new apocalypse, full of vile raiders, quiet becomes your cause.
Your chest was an engine. It must have been with all of the heaving, with the fire that burned through your lungs as you ran past the abandoned storefronts of the South Shore Plaza. The mall had been left for rising waters of the Massachusetts Bay. Within hours, hurricane Typhine would rage and swallow a majority of the East Coast of the United States.
That was why you and Sylvie portaled there, to 2061. The rising level of the Atlantic ocean was marketed as a slow apocalypse, a sluggishly growing doom since the late 2010s. Yet, despite the early warning, and the ample time to try to correct their destructive behavior, the people of Earth were taken by surprise. The haphazard way the South Shore Plaza was deserted was evidence enough of that.
However, deserted was not quite the right word, you thought. You were, after all, running away from looters, fools stubborn and stupid enough to risk the vicious prevailing winds. They knew the mall halls too well and managed to split you and Sylvie up. The fact that you lost sight of her, her shining blonde hair, only added to the stress searing in your chest.
The shouts of your pursuers only served to stoke the flames, which made your every breath sting something furious.
As you ran along the second floors' main thoroughfare, you sent a wide-eyed glance over your shoulder. They were gaining on you. You could see their panting scowls and curled fists. When you looked forward, your terror drove you to the right and off the straightaway walking path.
Sadly, your turn led you to a dead end. Store fronts, one for shoes and another for long gowns, held you on either side. There was no means to escape and the screeching of the looters began to cinch your fate. All you could do was try to hide and hope Sylvie used the TemPad to save herself.
In a rush of panic, you rushed into the gown shop. The door gave way under your pushing hands and, as you darted inside, you nearly tripped over a discarded dress. The large, sequined skirt caught your foot and dragged you towards the floor. You prepared yourself for a sudden and hard impact, which would be followed by the looters finding you seconds after.
Just as you bit back a yelp of fear, you stopped falling.
“C’mon, love,” Sylvie’s voice came out in a harsh whisper as she pulled you on your feet. “To the staff room.”
Leaning on Sylvie’s shoulder, you made your way towards the door she had gestured to. The stomping strides of your pursuers grew louder as you stumbled inside the dark of the back room. Sylvie pulled you along, dodging tables sent akilter and belongings, like sweatshirts and work uniforms, left behind by frazzled employees. In the shadows, you tried to look for a place to hide; but it seemed your companion had other plans.
Sylvie reached her free hand out and waved her fingers. A sparkling dance of green magic followed after her movements and peeled back an illusionary wall, revealing yet another door. You eyed Sylvie as she led you towards it.
“How did-”
“Just get in!” Sylvie whisper-shouted as she opened the door. You stumbled inside, nearly tripping, again, on a bucket that sat on the floor. Luckily, you were able to catch yourself before you fell as Sylvie was busy recreating her illusion and shutting the door behind you both.
As it shut, pure darkness settled around you both. After a few slow blinks, your eyes began to adjust and you could make out the outline of Sylvie’s face. Neither of you dared to say another word. The only sound that filled the small space of the cleaning closet was your winded breaths. On its own, the loud panting made listening for the looters more difficult.
Just as you and Sylvie managed to calm your breathing, the hurricane siren rang out. You stiffened at the sound but did not make a peep. Your yelp of surprise slipped past your lips when a loud crash jostled the magically hidden door of the closet.
Immediately, Sylvie leaned in towards you and pressed one of her palms over your mouth. Her body pressed against yours, allowing you to, despite the dark, look directly and deeply into her eyes. There was a chill caught in the cloak and leathers she wore that soothed the burning dread that held your every muscle taut. You could not look at anything else; all you saw was Sylvie.
Eventually, your focus on her sharpened, and the rooting around of the looters became a dull rumble. A looming threat of death reduced to a background noise by the power of Sylvie’s touch. Against your lips, her hand was cold, a sensation that you encountered a few times. You always assumed it was a lingering touch of her Frost Giant lineage. She didn’t talk to you about her past, not in great detail. You learned not to press her on it.
She would come to you, in time. Sylvie would tell you her story when the need to jump from ending world to ending world passed; when vengeance was had at last. You could settle down with her maybe, if she wanted you, if she wanted to. You wanted to, that much you knew.
Before you could peer deeper into the shining blue of her eyes, Sylvie started to pull away. Her face turned towards the door and you realized the sounds of angry rooting around had passed. Only the drone of the siren remained, along with the wild whipping of the wind.
“They’ve gone,” she whispered as her palm fell away from your mouth. As her hand slipped off, you reached up and grabbed her wrist softly. Sylvie’s eyes flicked back to you, her brow furrowed. “What is it?”
For a moment, you bit your tongue. Life with Sylvie was always go, go, go. There was never quite a moment to just savor the quiet, to settle even if only for a second. Then, Sylvie’s concern deepened and she leaned back towards you.
“Just needed...” You needed her, but you knew better than to push intimacy forward.
“Needed?” Her voice was still a whisper, “Y/N?”
You struggled to find the proper response. What could you say that was true? What could you say that was true but wouldn’t frighten Sylvie? A breath? No, you caught that long ago.
Yet, Sylvie, being the goddess of mischief, an agent of chaos, an apocalyptic wanderer, always did her best to steal it away again. As you grappled with what to say, the blonde leaned in closer, and then closer, and closer. Closer until her lips landed on yours in the dark. Immediately you melted into Sylvie’s touch. All at once, it was quiet in the closet again.
So, it seemed that not all questions needed an answer, at least not right away. Although, the kiss was ultimately the correct response. The kiss was something you wanted, not quite something you knew you needed. But in the storm around you, Sylvie’s touch grounded you gloriously.
“This variant can be anywhere,this variant is not only strong but fast, be careful.” You were walking through the halls,clutching your weapon tightly to your chest. The lights started flickering around you and you tried to back away,when you bumped into someone. Before you could scream,the variant covered your mouth and held you with their other arm.
***
Everything went dark and when you woke up,you were in a completely different place. It was your old bedroom,there was a woman in front of you and a couple more spread out around the room. They were talking but you couldn’t hear them as for the one in front of you,you didn’t quite recognize her.
“Y/N” She called you,so she crealy knew who you were.
“What?”
“It’s your turn to ask”
“Ask you what?” She pointed to the bottle between you.
“Truth or dare,remember the game we’re playing?” Now you remembered this night. You had just moved out and invited a bunch of your friends over for the night for a sleepover. You had painted each other’s nails and played around with make up as you were drinking.You played a few rounds but her questions were getting weirder. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth”
“How many people are guarding the timekeepers?” That question caught you off guard,you didn’t even know what that meant.
“What,who are you talking about?”
“The time keepers Y/N,tell me where to find them” She practically demanded. Before you could answer she turned her head but she was looking at the wall for a second before she stood up. Everything around you disappeared and you were back in that same hallway. The variant stood in front of you,holding a tempad. She pressed a few buttons,giving you a flirtatious wave before quickly jumping through the portal.
I Want To Hold Your Hand | Sylvie Laufeydottir x Reader
Hey! Going back to the origins of imagines with Sylvie, I had this little sketch of an idea and thought it would be cool to share, especially because I put together two of the things I love the most at the moment: marvel and the beatles!
Hope you like it!
Any suggestion? Special request? Just ask me or comment on any of my recent posts, I’ll do my best to write!
Prompt: When things finally get good between you and Sylvie, she has to face the idea of the real world and the things it can offer.
“Well, this is my house, very modest, I hope you don’t mind.”
Things had finally settled, at least for the most part. Now that the Multiverse was open, new challenges would come, but you and Sylvie didn’t want to hear about these ideas of space, time and world anymore. After years of being imprisoned and raised as “number one enemy”, all she wanted most was to be able to live in peace, even if it was in a different universe.
You were more than sure that sending her to Earth and to New York was a good alternative. Loki himself had set foot on Earth once and enjoyed it - although it only caused massive confusion - so probably, following that same line of thinking, Sylvie would love it.
She didn’t seem to care about your home at first. According to her, living hiding out there was proof enough that she didn’t care about space, appearance or location. All she wanted was a place to stay and spend the rest of her life if you let her.
Her company was pleasant. You rarely argued, because she rarely spoke to you, and interactions were minimal, only when she was in doubt about something quite mundane and you had to teach her.
Living with Sylvie wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.
* * *
“What are you doing?”
It was the first time she had asked you something like that, directly. You were together in your trailer room, each on a couch, you with headphones listening to music, she reading a book about planets she found hidden on your bookshelf.
Her question took you by surprise, and made you glance at her, pulling out your headphones immediately. “What did you say?”
“What are you doing?”, she repeated the question, without showing any reaction. “What are those… things… in your ears?”
You smiled, finding that very cute. “Ah, that…”, you held out the headphones. “These are headphones. I use it to listen to music when I don’t want to disturb anyone or when it’s making a lot of noise outside.”
Sylvie was looking at you with a curious look, a little confused, she wasn’t saying anything, because she didn’t want to bother you.
“Want to try one of these?” you asked, breaking the silence.
Carefully, you approached Sylvie on the other couch, holding the headphones and cell phone, and then placed one of them to her ear, an act that annoyed her a little. She put the other headphones to her own ear and pressed play, switching to another song so she could feel the mood from the start.
Sylvie was startled as she heard the instruments fill the air, looked at you with wide eyes and open mouth. “For Odin’s sake, this is…”
“Cool, huh?”
“What song is this?”
You held out your cell phone and pointed at the screen. “I Want To Hold Your Hand by The Beatles,” he replied, smiling again. “One of the best bands on Earth, you should hear more of their music.”
She was silent, enjoying the music, staying that way for a few minutes. Every now and then, you saw her body move slightly, as if she wanted to go dancing, and you found that situation quite funny. It was curious to see her like this, coming out of her natural mood.
After a few seconds, you noticed that she was quiet again. You also noticed that she was looking at you with a different look, less angry, less filled with hate and bad temper. And then came a strange question, after a while.
“Can I?”
Now it was you who stared at her confused. “What?”
“Hold your hand. I Want To Hold Your Hand.”
Your confused gaze didn’t change position. Then you finally get the idea, she was interpreting the song as a secret message, or was she using the song as a secret message, something like that.
You immediately let Sylvie hold your hand, surprised by her strange behavior. With a relaxed smile different from the smile she used to give, the Goddess of Mischief laced her fingers with yours and was silent, staring into space.
“Why did you do that?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound rude.
Sylvie just shrugged, still smiling. And in some weird way for no apparent reason, her smile made your heart race faster than it should.
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“Please stop talking, Loki. I’ve had enough of your voice.” You put your hands on either side of your head and squeezed together in hopes that his taunts would stop.
“Now, would you say that same thing to Sylvie?” Loki smirked mercilessly as you went hot in the face. It was embarrassing enough you were attracted to a Loki, but now that he knew…it was over for you. “That’s right. You wouldn’t. And you can’t stand that, can you?”
“Loki, you have to shut up. Please shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.” You kept repeating while feeling his eyes burn holes through your skull.
“Oh, come on, y/n. I’m just nudging you along. You should go tell her how you feel.” Loki suddenly changed his approach to a more caring one.
“Yeah, right. I’d rather not be set up. By you or on a date. Just leave me alone.”
summary: Sylvie shares some information about her past, a past you fit into too.
warnings: swearing, angst, some bickering with Loki and fluff
word count: 1k
a/n: I love Sylvie and can't bear to lose her so expect more stuff with her. has been edited but likely missed something (its 3am i should be asleep rn)
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Breathless you ran over the rocky landscape with Loki and the Loki variant. This was not what you imagine yourself doing, you just had to try and get the tesseract from Loki. For all the thing that could have happened you didn’t think being taken by the TVA was one of them.
Now dodging meteoroids trying to get to an old mining hut was your only chance of survival. “Of all your idiotic plans Loki this really takes the biscuit” you yell, looking at Loki as you ran.
He exhaled annoyed.
“I mean seriously” you hit his shoulder once you were inside the hut. “Maybe pick a fucking volcano next time”.
He scoffed, “do you have any other suggestions, avenger?”.
You square your shoulders annoyed. “You keep throwing at word around like it’s an insult. Well me let you something-“.
“Would you two grow up. For gods sake”.
You turned to see the Loki variant looking at you, until this moment you had been so mad at Loki you had forgotten she was even here.
You held the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry he makes me want to throw him out of a window”.
“If he didn’t have the tempad then I’d let you” she smirked.
You laughed.
“Great a coup” Loki muttered.
You turned to Loki, “It’s only a coup if you don’t know about it, I made my feeling very clear”.
“Odin’s beard. You’re just as maddening as I remember” he sighed turning away.
“I think it’s charming” The Variant smiled as she leant against the wall.
“Why thank you” you smiled back.
“This is my worst nightmare. A Loki and a y/n flirting” he sighed dramatically.
You tutted. “There is no need to be jealous”.
You and Loki carried on arguing, too busy to noticed the way Variant Loki was staring at you.
-x-
Hours later you had worked out a plan that would recharge the tempad. You had also learnt that the Loki variant was called Sylvie, you wouldn’t say she was the same as Loki but she was definitely a Loki.
You sat in the middle of Loki and Sylvie as the train started. Zoning out as the two fought, you sighed before downing a whole glass of champagne. “eww”. The two paused and looked at you, “This stuff is terrible”.
“Too used to Tony Stark’s finest are you avenger” Loki laughed.
You laughed scarcely. You climbed over the table and made your way to the bar.
“The two of you don’t get along well”.
You turned to find Sylvie behind you. “You can say that again”. You shook your head then laughed. “We used to get on great but he’s going through his rebellion phase”.
“You did?” she whispered, shocking you.
“Yeah” you smiled, “I’d say he was my best friend once”.
She swallowed.
“Are you alright, Sylvie?” you asked, reaching out to rest your hand on her arm. She jumped at the impact. “I know we don’t know each other but I’m here”.
She was quiet, a way you hadn’t seen her be quiet before. It made your stomach turn. You realized you didn’t liked seeing her this way. It felt wrong.
“Sylvie-“ you said more quietly so only she could hear.
“I knew you, well a you on Asgard growing up” she looked up from the floor and met your eyes.
“You did” you couldn’t help but smile, you wished you could have known her as child.
“I always wondered what happened to her” she murmured looking sad.
You wished you could help her somehow, tell her everything you could about the other you but you didn’t know them.
“I would tell you about myself but I don’t think we would be very similar” you smile sadly.
She grinned, “I don’t know. The way you talk to Loki remains me of how you’d bicker with Thor”.
You laughed, “Was he the annoying golden child for you too?”.
“You wouldn’t believe it” she laughed too.
After you both stopped laughing, Sylvie looked to Loki who was enjoying himself drinking, “Did anything ever happen between you and him?”.
You chocked on you drink then laughed. “Gods no, like I said he’s, my friend. Gods know why when he acts like an ass”, You looked over at Loki too making sure he wasn’t listening. “He’s mad and he’s hurt. I can’t blame him for that”.
“You understand us Lokis very well”.
You smirked, “Thought you didn’t like to be called a Loki”.
She pulled a tired face but you could tell she was joking, “I don’t but it doesn’t chance the fact that I am one”.
You noticed how close you were to her, what shocked you more was that you didn’t mind.
“If we make it out of this alive with should actually get to know each other” she said.
You opened and shut your month before you could speak.
“What?” she raised an eyebrow.
You held her hand leading her to a free seat, “We have a whole train ride”, you guided her hands up to your temples, “You can see whatever you want”.
“You trust me just to look through your head?” she asked unsure.
“I do”.
You saw what she saw. You growing up on Asgard, a child you turning into a grown up you running through the field until your chest burnt, then lying in the grass until the sunset. Then to you working with the avengers, all the good and bad things you did. And all you had lost when Thanos snapped, the five years you spent alone and everything that brought you where you were with Sylvie.
You open your eyes and she was staring at you, looking over every detail for your face. “Now you know me better than anyone” you smiled dizzily, searching her face too. Everything around you had gone out of forces, the only thing you could forces on was Sylvie.
“I think I should return the favour” she whispered taking your hands in hers.
Hello! I hope you’re doing great! I was just wondering if you do hc about Sylvie’s reaction to falling in love with the reader? Thanks :)
✨ Sylvie Falling In Love With You Would Include... ✨
She’d deny it at first.
Not because she’s bad at understanding her feelings, like Loki, but because she thinks being in love is inconvenient - and a distraction to her mission.
So instead, she forms a plan.
She’ll make sure you feel loved and cared for, but love you in secret.
That way, she could never disappoint or betray you.
It’d start out with little things.
Sylvie would start going out of her way to protect you and make you feel safe.
On your side, you’d start doing little things to let her know you trusted her-
Like, falling asleep on her shoulder, or kissing her on the cheek after she helps you.
Sylvie loves having private jokes with you.
It makes her feel like she’s someone special to you, even if she can’t tell you how she feels.
Sylvie doesn’t admit she’s in love with you until you almost die.
Cuddling at the end of Time| Sylvie L. x Fem! Reader
Characters: Loki L (Mentions)., The Reader, Mobius (Mentions), Sylvie L.
Ship: Sylvie & Reader
WARNING: None
Spoiler: Mentions of spoilers(?) for episode 6
She hadn't the faintest clue how she had gotten here. She could see the monstrous Alioth in the distance, eating anything and everything that was being Pruned here. She could feel the chilly air, her arms wrapping around herself, her TVA uniform not providing the warmth she craved.
She felt a presence that stood next to her, she didn't look to see, knowing already who it was. She scoffed. "What do you want? To gloat? Tell me that you told me so?" Were the words to tumble out of her mouth. The Goddess next to her sat down slowly, frowning. "Or, or better yet, tell me how much of a lie my life is." She continued, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. She tried to contain them, but they fell slowly down her cheeks.
"Y/N..." Sylvis spoke slowly, reaching a hand out and laying in gently on the others arm, trying to calm her. Y/N looked over at the woman in the leather armor, a blanket she had gotten from her male variant, wrapped around her shoulders. He had given Sylvie the blanket to bring over to Y/N, considering how cold she might be. After all, she wasn't a Frost Giant, therefore, she can easily get cold. "I know, none of this can be easy for you," She tried, Y/N sniffled with a scoff. "But we'll get through this, alright." She rubbed the younger woman's arm again. Y/N looked over once more, noticing how perfectly beautiful this Variant of Loki was, though that could be because he leaned more toward women than men. Mobius had sort of teased her for a while about that, not in a mean way, just in a playful friendly banter that got onto her nerves, but she loved his dorky teasing anyways. Suddenly, Y/N felt something heavy on her other shoulder, looking down, she saw it was half of the blanket. She looked up and made eye contact with the Goddess in front of her.
"What?" She questioned nonchalantly, her face burning as she turned her head away from Y/N, whose lips quirked up in a small smile. Y/N scooted closer to her side, wrapping the blanket tighter around them. Sylvie looked down at her, the feeling of her body against her causing her stomach to flip.
"Thanks, the blanket helps," she said. Sylvie smiled, glad she could do one thing right. She felt Y/N's head resting on her shoulder, she looked down to see a peaceful smile plastered onto the woman's face.
"You almost look approachable resting your eyes like that," Sylvie joked. Y/N chuckled, nudging her a bit, her arm looping around Sylvie's as she snuggled closer to her.
"Don't be an ass, Sylvie," Y/N said. Sylvie smiled, laying her head on top of the others, a happy and peaceful smile on her lips. She wished could stay like this with her, but she couldn't when the TVA's founder needed to be eliminated. If she could just destroy whoever it was, maybe she could live happily again, with Y/N at her side this time. Though, only time could tell.
Note: If anyone wants a part 2, feel free to request it. I was bored and I love Sylvie, so I wanted to make a one shot.
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Please write some more Sylvie fluff! The last one was awesome
Thank you thank you thank you! It makes me so happy to hear you liked it :D here's a lil something that's been sitting in my brain collecting dust for the past week or so lmao. Enjoy <33
Lamentis Love Confessions (Sylvie Laufeydottir x reader)
Warnings: swearing, Sylvie's kind of mean (she apologizes), friends to lovers, Sylvie being soft (possibly out of character)
Being tossed out a train is not a pleasant experience to go through, as it turns out. You let out a loud "oof" as you took a tumble down a grassy hill, landing next to Sylvie when you eventually stopped.
"Well, that was quite rude," you commented as Sylvie frantically searched through the grass.
"No, no, where is it? I had it just a moment ago, where could it be?" She muttered to herself, growing more and more agitated by the second. "Goddamn it!"
"What happened?" You asked, looking around in the grass with her for whatever she had lost.
"It's the Temp-Pad, I had it earlier, where could it have gone?"
"Do you need help looking for it?"
"No, I can find it myself," she snapped.
You blinked at her slowly. She'd never spoken to you like that before, no matter how much you annoyed her or how often. "Okay, I'll just be over there then. Lemme know if you need me." You got up and left, but not before picking up her cloak and carrying it with you.
After walking around for a bit, you finally settled on sitting on a patch of dirt near the spot you'd been tossed from the train. Wrapping the cloak around you, you got comfortable and watched as Sylvie found something that appeared to be the Temp-Pad. You could see her fiddling with it for a bit in the distance before she stopped and began making her way back to you.
The sound of loud stomping announced her arrival as she groaned in frustration. "Great. The Temp-Pad's broken, which means we're stuck here. Which means we're going to die. That's just fantastic." She turned to look where you were sitting, still wrapped up from earlier. "Is that my cloak?"
You looked up at her as she stared at you with a perplexed look on her face.
"Yeah, I hope you're okay with me borrowing it. I like it because it keeps me warm, plus the smell reminds me of you. It makes me feel safe."
Her face softened at your words, her usual scowl and grumpy demeanor replaced by the faintest of smiles. She took a seat next to you on the ground and let out a sigh. "This is not how I imagined things would pan out."
"Yeah, me either," you agreed. "But hey, at least we're here together, and we have each other. That's good enough for me." You gently bumped her shoulder with your own, letting out a small giggle as you did so.
A rare smile appeared on her face, something that only ever happened around you. Her gaze suddenly dropped to the ground. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. I treated you like shit when you were only trying to help." She chose to keep staring at the ground while she apologized, unable to look you in the eyes. "You're the only friend I have, and I should treat you better."
"Oh, hun," you said, using one of your many affectionate nicknames you had for her. "I mean, you're right, you shouldn't treat me like crap, but I understand how upset you were. I forgive you." You opened your arms, silently offering her a hug.
She hesitated before scooting closer, allowing you to envelope her in your open arms. She sat there awkwardly for a moment before relaxing, her frustration and stress instantly melting away.
"Sylvie, can I tell you something?" You said after a moment.
"Of course."
"I-" You let go of her, scooting away a little bit as you felt your face flush. "I like you. More than a friend. I- I think- I love you."
Sylvie was shocked. You loved her? You loved her? You, a person who she saw to be without flaw, loved her, a troublemaking Variant, an outcast, someone who was constantly on the run?
She must have been lost in thought for longer than she thought she was because all of a sudden you turned away from her and let out a sigh.
"Forget it. Forget I said anything, okay?"
"No, wait."
She reached out and took your hand into hers. "I- I like you, too. More than as a friend, I mean."
You turned to face her again, her icy blue eyes meeting yours. "Really?"
"Yes, really. I...I love you, too."
You instinctively leaned forward, your face mere inches away from hers. You looked into her eyes for approval. She nodded, and you sealed your confession of love with a sweet, passionate kiss. Your noses bumped as you pulled her close, and that was when you knew you always wanted things to be like this, with you right by her side.
What if Sylvie fell in love with you, a mortal on Earth? (HEADCANNONS)
Naturally, it would scare her. Meaning she would try to push you away, be a little short with you, pretending to be disinterested to stay distant
But when you confront her about the sudden change in behaviour, she realises that she’s only making things complicated
She’d apologise and just say she’s ‘stressed with work’, obviously not at all wanting to tell you about the life she lived before, this was her fresh start after all
Although the fear she felt about falling for you would still be present, after all, you’re a mortal and she’s seen whole realms be destroyed and die over and over
She’d be difficult to get close to at first, guarded and closed off, sure she was pleasant and chatty enough, but any questions about her past or anything deeper than surface level would be harder to discuss
Soft smiles and doe eyed looks would be very much involved
She would be awkward, not too sure how to navigate her feelings
If anyone upsets you, she instantly becomes like a feral cat and wants to hurt whoever would dare hurt you— but ultimately she would just have a ‘quiet word’ with them
Hand and arm brushes/bumps, standing a bit closer than needed when around you, eyes flickering to your lips
Giving you free milkshakes because you’re her favourite mortal
Late night talks on the hood of her truck, listening to music and star gazing
She’d let you introduce her to new foods, show her quiet places, as well as taking her to the movies - her favourites are rom coms but if anyone asks she will deny it
You’d be her best friend and her go to person, no doubt about that
Playful teasing and jabs, all affectionate and full of fondness
Sarcastic quips also, she loves when you match hers with your own
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It all started as an April Fool's joke…
I was supposed to post this on April 1st, but I sadly couldn't finish in time…
2025 April Fool's I made a joke about having Chapulín as my main f/o. He was in my f/os lists for years at that point though, I always loved the guy, but due to some irl stuff I used to pretend I didn't like him…
But I was finally free on 2025 and started as a joke, because if I chickened out, I could claim it was always a joke🤣
But welp, it wasn't a joke been in love with this silly grasshopper since I was like 8yrs. And Im so happy Im free to love him, draw him and make these silly drawings with him🥹❤️❤️❤️
I love you Chapolin💛❤️
I haven’t done these kinds of writings before before sooo forgive me LMAO
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My lovely Baby Saja, since I first watched your debut in 2025, you’ve always captivated me. I wasn’t sure what it was, honestly. Was it your soft fashion style? Your piercing eyes? Your deep voice that contrasted your cute persona? Your switch from youthful to cool during the Namsan Tower performance?
After some time, I figured out that it’s ALL of it. All that you are makes up something beautiful. And that’s what I find beautiful.
