The TVA’s fluorescent halls hummed with a sterile, endless monotony—until Blair Waldorf swept through them in heels that clicked louder than any judge’s gavel. She was out of place here, among agents in bland suits and faceless minutemen, yet she carried herself as though the entire Authority were hers to command.

“Honestly,” she muttered, tossing a disdainful glance at the endless rows of desks, “if you’re going to run a multiversal bureaucracy, at least decorate. Beige is a crime against time itself.”

And yet, she was here. Not by mistake. Not by force. She had joined them. Blair Waldorf, former queen of Manhattan, now an analyst of branching destinies. It wasn’t the throne she was used to—but it was better. The TVA gave her what no empire of mortals could: control over timelines themselves. Power over order and chaos. The ability to snip away futures she didn’t approve of like stray threads from couture.

When she caught you staring at her from across the archives, she tilted her head, smirking with that razor-sharp confidence. “What? Never seen ambition in heels before?”

You’d been assigned to her team only hours ago, and already you were questioning whether you’d survive. Blair walked like she owned eternity, and the terrifying part was… maybe she did.

Later, in the war room, Loki himself lounged across the table, smirking as he watched Blair deliver her analysis of a rogue variant. “You,” he drawled, “are dangerous. I like that.”

Blair didn’t even glance at him. “Flattery from a narcissist means nothing. Sit down and let the adults work.”

Loki blinked, affronted. Mobius hid a laugh. You swore the walls themselves tightened in awe around her.

When the meeting ended, she leaned close to you, perfume mingling with the metallic scent of TVA tech. “You’re either going to be the one person in this place who keeps up with me…” Her voice dropped, velvet and edged with fire. “…or you’re going to be the reason I rewrite the timeline in my favor. Either way, darling, don’t get comfortable. Time doesn’t bend for anyone—except me.”