#wrathkitty

Hello my peeps, today I am featuring that talent and wonder that is @wrathkitty​. The person who reintroduced me to my love of Q.  If you know, you know.  I share her crush on Luke Skywalker as a teenager (for me specifically Return of the Jedi Luke in the black.)

Check out their works here on Ao3 and FF.net

What are other names you want people to call you?

Kat.

How long have you been writing fic?

Since I was in middle school, but I didn't start posting anything online until 2013.

What fandoms and/or ships do you write?

MCU Loki, Star Trek: TNG, Portal, and one random Star Wars fic about Kylo Ren and a passive aggressive barista 

How did you get started writing fic?

I had a crush on Luke Skywalker when I was 13. It was total author insert, wish fulfillment Mary Sue tripe. We all have to start somewhere, I guess. 

Story Recommendations

Which of your stories are your favorite?

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck and Hello, My Dear.

Which story are you most proud of ?

Sucker’s Luck

Which of your stories do you think is the most underrated?

Sucker’s Luck.  There was a request to insert a laugh-crying emoji.  I will grant that request. 😂

Someone is new to read your stories, which story/stories should the read first?

Probably my kid Loki/Thor fic, just because it's funny. (This would be To My Brother Thor, Whom Slept With)

One triple-shot Cafaccino with extra foam meant the difference between a productive day alternately spent making fun of his ginger second-in-command and terrorizing various star systems, or countless hours lost to withdrawal-induced rages and destruction of property.

Not even the First Order, however, was immune to the dreadful inevitability known as budget cuts. Snoke had proved to be a miserable failure at balancing a checkbook and as a result, the coffers had taken a severe hit during his tenure.

Kylo Ren, being in possession of keener financial acumen than his predecessor, had managed to stave off most of the bloodletting of the bank accounts (both literally and figuratively; the body count tended to be rather high on days his investments dropped in value), but serving as both full-time despot and part-time stock broker was exhausting, and so he was not paying very close attention the morning his accountants and auditors presented him with the List of Things That Were First To Go.

Pick-up and delivery dry cleaning, gone.

Evening turndown service, gone.

Complementary hair styling products, gone.

Starcafs on every floor of the ship, gone.

Kylo Ren had blithely signed off on the entire list of recommendations, sat down later that night to go over the fine print, and promptly executed his entire financial team.

An eleventh-hour hiring of a new cadre of CPAs came too little, too late, however. The wheels had been set in motion, and one by one, Kylo Ren was forced to watch as the number of Starcafs on the Finalizer dwindled until only a single location remained.

Her Starcaf.

One Triple Shot Cafaccino With Extra Foam for the Supreme Leader

(Trying my hand out at the Kylo Ren fandom. If you like satire and sarcasm, you might enjoy this.)

“Hey, I’m gonna check in,” May interrupted, putting a hand to her comm. “Coulson’s started yelling.”

After a confirmatory glance to Mack and Loki, she tapped her comm and turned on the mic.

“Sorry, sir,” she said briskly, “We had to go dark for a few minutes.”

“Goddamn god of motherfucking mis – Agent May! Wonderful of you to join us again,” Fury snapped, ending his tirade with a practiced flip of the switch. “Where is –”

“Loki?” Thor growled, speaking over the Director.

“Present,” Loki answered politely.

“Brother, why did you not –”

“You know, let’s save the rhetorical questions for later,” Coulson suggested. He sounded more irritated than Loki could ever remember hearing him. “What’s your location? You dropped off the radar about fifteen minutes ago.”

“Deck zero-zero,” May answered, “Brynn just stopped in front of the service elevator.”

“Good to know,” exclaimed Fury, his words laced with sarcasm. “Speaking of things that are good to know – I’d sure as hell would like to know why there seems to be an Abominable goddamn Snowman on the loose. Parts of the Helicarrier keep turning into an iceberg and then thawing out again. What’s going on down there?”

“Global warming?” Loki suggested. “Oh, dear. Was my mic on?”

Over the comm, he heard Thor growl his name, followed by a vulgarity in their mother’s native tongue that loosely translated to Stop being a dick.

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on Ao3

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on FF.net

Fury glanced over at Banner. “Is there a way to patch into Sabrina’s tablet and send a message that we need to talk to her?”

“Yes, Director.”

All three men whipped around to look at the flush-mounted speaker installed in the center of the conference table.

“I’ve just notified Ms. Nolan that her presence is requested in the primary conference room,” continued the disembodied voice. “She should be arriving shortly.”  

“JARVIS?” Banner repeated, flummoxed by this unexpected, invisible addition to their party; Loki was no less confused, but Fury’s face had become a study in outrage, and he wanted to savor every moment. “Is that you?”

“It is, Dr. Banner,” JARVIS was saying, “It is good to see you, sir.”

“When did you get here?” he exclaimed. “Tony didn’t say he had – uh, brought you with him.”  

“Mr. Stark uploaded a remote mirror of my program when he accessed SHIELD’s mainframe yesterday.”

“Uploaded where?” Fury demanded, having finally found his voice. “To this room?”

“And several other locations as well, Director.”

Fury’s expression darkened. “Define several,” he ordered, speaking through clenched teeth.

“Throughout the ship, sir.”

“What!” Fury shot out of his chair and planted both hands flat on the table, looming over the speaker. “You mean Stark uploaded you into the whole goddamn Helicarrier?”  

“That is correct, sir. I apologize, Director; I did advise him against doing so, but he insisted.”

“De-upload your ass back wherever you came from,” Fury barked, “and tell your boss if he tries this shit again, I’ll see to it that he spends the next five fucking years stuck in Congressional hearings.”  

“I shall convey the message at once, Director. May I quote you directly?”

“I’ll be pissed if you don’t.”

“Excellent, sir. Until next time.”

The AI departed and the room fell silent.

** Sorry if anyone has seen this post before -- I discovered yesterday none of the tags seemed to be alerting people, so I’m being pathetic and fixing them. **

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Sucker’s Luck on Ao3

Thor’s first impression of Sabrina Nolan had been fleeting. Tall. Bad-tempered. Pretty, with the potential to be lovely should she ever come within a stone’s throw of Darcy Lewis, who would have accosted her on site with a liberal application of under-eye concealer and lip gloss.

Now that he had a chance truly study her, however, what he saw surprised him.

Loki never had a type, per say, but other than being human and lacking the otherworldly beauty of an Aesir, nothing about the girl set her apart from the various paramours that had graced his bed throughout the centuries. No arresting qualities appeared to lurk beneath the surface, nothing that could explain to Thor how she had his brother so besotted. She appeared of a similar age to Jane, but her eyes…

Her eyes were older beyond her years.

Haunted, hardened, and yet so luminously vulnerable that the longer Thor studied her, the clearer it became why Loki was so determined to rip the already-fraying threads of his fate apart, and reweave every tattered strand to hers -- a life no less damaged than his own -- in desperate hope of creating a new tapestry that was properly, permanently, mended.

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on Ao3

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on FF.net

Loki's half-hearted attempt at redemption careens wildly off-course when he falls in love with a young woman who was injured in a Chitauri blast that left her widowed, able to sense magic, and with no memory of the Battle of NY...or Loki. Post TDW, Loki/OFC, slow burn, eventual smut. 

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Shaking his head, Loki reached out and framed Brynn’s face between his palms.

“This mind is not as damaged as you let yourself believe,” he told her softly. Keeping one hand cupped against her wet cheek, he took her hand, pressed it flat against his chest, then added, “And neither is this heart as frozen.”

He gazed at her, helpless, a prisoner caught in a gilded cage of his own design.

“Save me, Sabrina fair,” Loki whispered. “You’re the only one who can.”

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on Ao3

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on FF.net

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Where my Agents of SHIELD peeps at?

Every inch of May’s face screamed ‘suspicion’ as she donned the invisibility bracelet and activated it. She disappeared instantly. “Still there?” Coulson asked the empty space where she had been standing a moment before. “Just, uh, say a couple of things to confirm we can’t hear you.” Silence. Coulson sighed. “You’re cursing at me, aren’t you?” May flashed back into existence, wearing a smug smile. Coulson, Loki observed, appeared to be fighting his own smirk, which broadened into a grin at May’s next remark. “Make one reference to Harry Potter,” she warned, “and you’ll be wearing this bracelet around your neck.”

Sucker’s Luck on Ao3

Sucker’s Luck on FF.net

“You will do me the courtesy of not interrupting me until I am done speaking,” Frigga snapped, “After which you are welcome to argue with me as much as you please. Now, sit.”

Loki automatically obeyed his mother’s command. She gracefully settled down beside him and took her hand in both of hers.

“Am I dead?” he asked her bluntly.

“No,” she reassured him, squeezing his fingers, “The Convergence thinned the barriers between the realms, here and there. These points of weakness are in constant flux, but occasionally we can influence their location.”

Loki lifted an eyebrow. “Who is ‘we?’”

“Your father and me, of course.”

You’ve Got Sucker’s Luck on FF.net