Safe In Your Arms.

Safe in Your Arms.

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Requested - anon - Please could you write a loki imagine with the prompts were they get together and it’s just fluff. Thank you!

Prompts - “Your hair is so soft.” and “You make me feel safer than I have in a long time.”

You wandered around the tower alone after waking for the third time that night after deciding that you just weren’t going to get any sleep. These nightmares had started only two weeks ago, shortly after you and the rest of the Avengers had dealt with a witch who used her talents to push your worst thoughts, memories and visions onto you. As a result, you had frozen in fear on the battlefield and ended up with a broken arm and a concussion, as well as the nightmares.

You’d taken to walking the empty tower as a distraction, talking to JARVIS or sitting near the window and watching the city bustle with life no matter the time. Any distraction to not focus on the nightmares. Of course, you could never banish the memory, your family being killed in order for you to corporate, to use your powers and become an experiment to the men in lab coats who had no problems poking at your brain. Even though you were eventually saved and put in a school that helped you use your powers and educated you, the damage was done.

“Fancy seeing you here.” A voice murmured, jolting you from your thoughts. You turned around to see Loki leaning against the door frame, looking relaxed in a pair of dark green sweatpants and a fitted black t shirt.

That’s another thing that had become a regular part of your night time routine. Loki. He too wondered the tower at night when everyone else was sleeping, or pulling an all-nighter in the lab in Tony and Bruce’s case.

“Hey, Loki.” You greeted, a tired smile making its way onto your face.

“Night terrors again, darling?” He asked, stepping into the room and taking a seat on the floor next to you.

Thor had brought Loki to the tower four or so months ago, pleading that he was the victim, that the attack was part of a bigger plan. It turned out what Thor said was true and the Avengers were working to find the threat. Loki was granted a safe space within the tower, though that didn’t mean every Avenger was thrilled with the development. You however had taken to Loki quite well, you hadn’t been with the Avengers during the attack on New York but you had witnessed it and tried to help out with civilians, it’s how you were suddenly on the Avengers radar.

“Unfortunately.” You told him; voice soft so not break the peaceful atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

“If only you’d let me help.” Loki had been offering to help you sleep, using his magic to keep the nightmares away but, as much as you trusted the God, you’d had enough people poking at your head to last you a lifetime.

“I appreciate it, I do, but some things are better left to heal naturally.” He’d heard the same variation of no a thousand times from you and each time still he rolled his eyes but the same fond smile always followed. “Foolish mortal.” He grumbled but the affection was clear in his voice.

For months the two of you had flirted, at first it was the playful, friendly sort of flirting, but overtime it turned into something more. The two of you were more than happen to let things progress naturally, both knowing what the endgame would be. For now, the small touches, sneaked glances and flirting was enough.

“Why’re you up?” You asked, moving to lay your head on his shoulder, missing the way he glanced down at you with a soft smile that seemed to be reserved only for you.

“The same reason as you, dear Y/N.” Loki had shared with you some small memories from his time on Asgard since the attack and his time with the titan the Avengers were currently tracking. Though you knew little, it was enough to know Loki was truly hurt.

“I wish I could do something to help.” You turned your head slightly to look up at the God when you hear him chuckle.

“Darling, you do much more than you know to help me.” The sincerity in his voice had you sitting up, looking at him with a confused expression.

Loki was a strong man; he had stood firm in positions most Gods would crumble under. He had lied and tricked his way through life but right now, looking at you as you sat before him, he could not resist. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, not letting him doubt himself for even a second for fear of ruining this. He felt you smile into the kiss and raised his hand to your cheek as yours went around his neck, playing with the long locks of hair.

Eventually, and after a few more shared kisses, the two of you pulled back, smiling dumbly at one another.

“Your hair is so soft.” You told him breathlessly causing Loki to laugh softly as he drew you close to him.

“You, my darling, make me feel safer than I have in a long time.” Loki mumbled before pressing his lips against yours once more.

The two of you sat in the living room, cuddled close together and at some point, Loki magicked a blanked into being.

That’s how the rest of the Avengers found the two of you in the morning, Thor grinned at the sleeping form of his friend and brother, knowing he hadn’t seen Loki smile so much since they were much younger and things were less complicated.

It was about time the trickster was truly happy and you deserved that happiness to.

The Terrible Talk

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Requested - Yes - Anon - Please could you use prompt 125 with Tony x reader, them having the relationship defining talk with angst but lots of fluff too! Thank you!

Prompts - 125. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You’d met Tony Stark for the first time at a charity gala, what the charity was you couldn’t remember. Memories from that night were filled with Tony, from him bumping into you to the early morning where you fell into bed with each other. You had of course known about the man’s playboy reputation but you hadn’t cared at the time, thinking it would be a onetime thing. 

What you didn’t expect was for Tony Stark to show up, a year or so later, in the club you and your friends were at. What you really didn’t expect was for Tony Stark to seek you out, remembering you from that night long ago. The night ended the same as the last encounter.

You’d grown suspicious when seven months later Tony Stark had shown up at the same family run, hole in the wall cafe you frequented. You hadn’t noticed at first, eyes glued to your laptop as you typed your paper up, it wasn’t until he cleared his throat causing you to look up at him in shock, very obviously not expecting Tony to be sat across from you.

“Hey.” He’d smiled at you like an old friend who you hadn’t seen for a while.

“Hi?” You replied, confusion clear in your tone.

He had told you he knew about your work, told you it was brilliant but needed some work. You tried not to feel insulted as this, was stranger the right word here, began listing things that needed looking at. The speech finished with him offering you a job at Stark Industries in order to evolve your theory, working with some of the best tech in the world. 

It was a hard opportunity to pass on but you did.

“I didn’t sleep with you for you to offer me a job.” You had told him.

“I know.” He shrugged easily, “but turning this down is pretty stupid. Here’s my card, thinks about it.” With that Tony was gone.

It was a year before you saw Tony again. This time he met you in the library, you were shocked but didn’t let it show on your face. 

“So, funny how we keep meeting, huh?” He asked you with a cocky grin. 

“Yeah, funny.” You told him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m here to talk about your paper on…” With that Tony launched into a speech on your paper on medical engineering and the advancements that could be made, along with the formulas to do so. “You won’t come work for me on your artificial intelligence work, at least come and work with the medical team, they’re always looking for ways to become more advanced and we could use your expertise.” 

There was an urge to decline again but you accepted. This was an opportunity and if you hated it, you’d leave. Tony was thrilled and started rambling about paper work and flights. 

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Tony had invited you for dinner a week after you’d started working for Stark Industries. You were over the moon you’d accepted the offer, working with some of the most advanced minds was insane but more than that having these conversations with people who understood you, instead of looking at you with a look of confusion.

Dinner with Tony Stark was an unusual affair, starting with the paparazzi and ending with the restaurant you definitely couldn’t afford with food you couldn’t pronounce. Other than the few abnormalities the night was amazing, you talked about your life, your research and in turn he told you about his. He told you about switching from weapons into the work they were focusing on now. 

The night ended differently to how your other nights with Tony had ended in the way that you fell into your own bed, alone, rather than with the older man. You didn’t regret it, not wanting people to get the wrong idea, but part of you mourned the loss.

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Dinner with Tony became a regular occurrence that led into movie nights in his cinema room, theatre trips or a stroll around Central Park. It was safe to say there was something between the two of you; you’d met his closest friends Rhodey, Pepper and Happy and he’d met the friends you had made since arriving in New York. 

There was no labels, no in depth talk about a relationship or exclusivity. No boundaries were created. Every time one of you braved bringing the conversation up it ended badly, or more specifically never even began in the first place. 

The first time he had tried to bring it up ended with an alert from JARVIS alerting him of an Avengers level threat in which you had to watch Tony from a TV screen almost die. When you had tried to bring it up Pepper had interrupted with papers for Tony to sign. All in all, it seemed the universe didn’t want you to have this conversation.

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You’d been working for Tony for eleven months when the argument came. Admittedly Tony and you knew it was bound to happen. Eleven months of dates, sex and an undiscussed relationship was going to led to this. 

“Just tell me what you want?!” You exclaimed in his workshop, the bots had moved to the side after the argument started heating up, beeping sadly.

“I, God, Y/N, I want this!” Tony shouted.

“This? What even is this? I mean we’re just to people who keep each other company!” You shot back.

“Seriously that’s what you-” Tony began but was quickly cut off.

“I don’t know what to think because we haven’t spoken! I’m not putting the blame on you alone but-”

“Sir, my apologies for interrupting but it seems there is an emergency that requires your attention. I have sent the location to your suit.” JARVIS’s voice filled the room and you couldn’t help but laugh because of course this was happening. You couldn’t even hate it because Tony was saving people.

“I have to go.” He said as he stepped into the suit.

“I know.” 

“Can we please talk later?” 

“I think I’m done talking.” You told him, turning to leave and though he called you back you kept walking. As the elevator doors shut you heard the whirl of the amour and let your head fall back.

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“You know,” Rhodey began as he stepped into your lab, “I’ve never seen Tony this way. I’ve known him since he was a scrawny teenager and even then, nothing like this. He misses you; you know?” 

“Rhodey,” you sighed, “trust me I want to be with him too-” 

“Then do it.” Rhodey said let it was the easiest, most obvious solution in the world and in theory it probably was but executing it was so much harder.

“I can’t. We can’t. Hell, we were practically together for eleven months but we never talked, I mean not about what we were.” You sat down in the seat next to you, suddenly feeling exhausted. You’d avoided Tony for a month and you admitted, only to yourself, that you missed him.

“Yeah that talk sucks. It’s a terrible talk to have but you need it, not just you and Tony but everybody in a relationship has to have that talk. Define the relationship, know where you stand with each other. It’s a ten-minute terrible talk that could lead to a life time of happiness.” Rhodey told you, moving to sit opposite you as he spoke. 

It was a crappy talk. Nobody wanted it, it was scary defining a relationship when you hardly knew what you wanted. Though you had shouted at Tony for saying it you knew what he meant when he said he wanted ‘this’. What you two had going was pretty great, had the potential to be even better with the talk.

“I’ll consider it.” You said before pretending to work.

“All I can ask for. See you around, Y/N.” Rhodey said, leaving you with your thoughts.

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“I’ve missed you so much.” Tony said taking you in his arms. You couldn’t help but melt into the embrace.  “C’mon, let’s talk.” He said, pulling away and leading the pair of you over to the sofa in his workshop.

And you did talk. You spoke about how you both liked each other, groaning over the fact you sounded like two school kids with a crush. You spoke about how you both liked what you had going, but you wanted it to be a real relationship, exclusive to only the two of you which Tony admitted he wanted to.

The two of you talked into the night, ordering take out and moving up to Tony’s floors and watching a movie. The two of you talked until you fell asleep in a mess of limbs on the sofa just after two in the morning.

It’s safe to say though the talk is scary, it is definitely worth it for a life-time of happiness.

I’m So Glad This is Real. (Part Two)

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Requested - Yes - @smokey102​ - Continuation of ‘Why Can’t This Be Real’ taking place during a year in the life.

It had been a long, long, road to get to where you were now but somehow the two of you had done it together. Sure there had been fights, what couple didn’t argue, and there had been a few close calls, though one time you had broke up for a week before realising how foolish the both of you had been.

“Honestly Dean! We’ve been dating since we were seventeen, you really don’t trust me?” You yelled at him from one side of the room.

“Of course I trust you, Y/N!” Dean yelled back, just as frustrated. It was finals week during your first year of Stanford. The stress was higher than ever and you had joined forces with another classmate to study and Dean had read too much into it. Looking back it was the stress of everything building up to this but in the moment it was impossible to think logically. “But you said it yourself, we’ve been together since we were kids! You can’t blame me for thinking you’d want to explore something else.” Hearing those words you glared at Dean.

“Maybe it’s not me who wants to explore.” You said, voice low and cold as you shouldered your way past him. He gently took your wrist in his hand but let go when you pulled away.

“Y/N, you know that’s not what I want or meant. I love you for God sake.” He pleaded as you touched the door handled.

“Don’t call me” You said before walking out the door and crashing at your friends dorm for the week.

After finals you and Dean finally met up, talking and laughing and apologising.

Yeah, you thought, safe to say college was a stressful time.

The two of you visited Stars Hollow during most holidays but during your third year at college the pair of you decided to try hosting Christmas. Clara and Dean’s parents came whereas yours had to travel to see extended family, something you weren’t too worried about missing.

“Dean!” You laughed as you saw the man standing over the burning vegetables. “What did you even do?”

“Stop laughing and help me.” Dean pouted, looking hopelessly down at the broccoli that definitely wasn’t green anymore, nor were the carrots orange.

“Hand it over, sugar. You focus on the mash.” You couldn’t help but laugh again at the weary look Dean gave between you and the potatoes waiting to be mashed. “C’mon, even you can mash some potatoes.”

You restarted the vegetables, missing the loving smile Dean gave you from his corner of the kitchen as he watched you dance around the kitchen with the cheesy Christmas music blaring from the speaker.

He knew then and there he’d be the biggest idiot ever to lose you.

Overtime the two of you had gotten better at hosting parties for different occasions, Dean even eventually learned to cook vegetables without burning them, though the one time he was left in charge of the turkey, well lets just say it’s a good thing you had the foresight to buy a spare.

Graduating from Stanford was something to be proud of in itself. Graduating top of your class was a whole other accomplishment. Dean had hugged you close as he whispered praises and kind words into your hair, kissing you softly and taking you out for one of your favourite dates that you’d ever been on.

Well you definitely thought nothing could beat it at the time but that’s a memory for later.

“I am so proud of you, sweetheart.” Dean whispered as he held you to his chest were you’d sagged out of shock. You were a hard worker but never once did you think you’d be the best in your classes at Stanford!

Dean had told you he was taking you out to the new restaurant that had opened not too far from your home. You were beyond excited as you slipped on one of your nicest outfits.

“You look gorgeous.” Dean said as he came into the bedroom, sliding his arms around your waist.

“Yeah?” You said turning around in his hold, looking him up and down. “Don’t look too bad yourself, sugar.” He grinned down at you before pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, kissing him once more before letting him pull you out of the apartment and towards the car.

There was one night you remember clearer than most. You’d been rejected for yet another job, hating the one you were at now but having to persevere until another opportunity came along.

You walked through the door before closing it and just leaning against it, letting your head fall back with a loud thud. Tears that you desperately didn’t want to fall welled up in your eyes as Dean popped his head around the living room door.

“Another rough day?” He asked you, sympathy clear in his eyes.

You just nodded tiredly from where you were. Dean sighed before standing up and walking over to you, taking you into his arms and kissing your forehead softly.

“C’mere baby, I got something that’ll cheer you up.” He told you causing you to look up at him questioningly. His only response was to kiss you before pulling you into the living room, stopping when you paused in the hallway.

The room was covered in blankets and throws, fairy lights were visible from the outside and there was a small opening being held by a pillow in which you could see the TV on with your favourite film ready to play and your favourite comfort food lay waiting for you.

“Dean.” You choked out, a few tears leaving your eyes as you turned to look at him.

“I thought you could use a break.” He told you quietly. You quickly threw yours arms around his neck, standing slightly on your toes to do so. Dean smiled brightly as he rested his head on yours before prompting you into the fort.

You two spent the rest of the night watching each others favourite films again, laughing and smiling the entire time.

It had taken awhile but both you and Dean were finally doing what you loved. You had somehow landed your dream job when you ended up at a party for your old job and accidentally met the boss, wowing him with your knowledge. Dean was working as a mechanic working on vintage cars, it would be a few years but eventually the boss would hand the business over to his best employee.

The best date came after the two of you had moved into a house together, leaving behind the apartment that had become your home and into an actual house. Dean had told you to meet him at the park at six pm, the park was quiet anyway but by then it was practically empty. You dressed appropriately as the autumn chill set in and made your way down to meet Dean.

You gasped as you took in the fairy lights hung from the tress and the picnic basket that Dean was sat next to. Upon hearing your gasp Dean looked up and smiled at you.

“Y/N!” He beamed, standing up and kissing you in greeting.

“Hi baby, what’s this?” You asked as he led you to the blanket. You both sat and Dean started laying food out for the two of you.

“Am I not allowed to take the girl I love out on a date?” He asked sarcastically with a grin.

The two of you laughed. The food was ate but you noticed over the course of the meal Dean had become more nervous. Once you were finished you couldn’t help but ask if everything was alright.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.” He told you as he wiped his hands on his pants. “It’s just, I love you. We’ve been together for eight years, you’ve been there to help me at Stanford, sat with me when I felt like the world was going to swallow me up and honestly, baby, I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you. I try and it’s just impossible. I love you so much and well I guess what I’m trying to say, or well ask, is will you marry me?”

You were shocked speechless for a moment or two before Dean prompted you to speak. 

Tackling him to the floor from your seated position you let tears of joy roll down your face as you chanted ‘yes.’ You heard Dean laughing, felt his own tears fall down his face before he pulled you back enough to were he could see you.

“Is that a yes that?” He asked, smiling cheekily despite the tears.

“Yes, you idiot.” You laughed, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to leave?” You heard your fiancé call out as he walked into the house.

“Come help me please?” You yelled back at him from upstairs. Dean smiled as he followed the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as he saw you sat on top of a suite case trying to zip it shut.

“Y/N, we’re going for a weekend!” Dean laughed as he pulled you up off the suitcase.

“And?” You asked. Kissing him in greeting before looking back towards the case.

“And do you really need all this stuff?” You looked up and saw him glancing at your case and the overnight bag.

“Yes, I do, now are you going to help me shut it or are you going to question me?”

“Both.” He laughed. It took more tries than either of you were bothered to count but eventually the case was closed and the two of you were in Dean’s car and on your way to Stars Hollow.

It was a long drive but finally the two of you pulled up at Dean’s parents house. Greetings were gave but it wasn’t long before everyone retired to bed, the drive exhausting both of you.

You and Dean were cuddled up in his childhood bed, tucked close together whispering quiet words between you and it wasn’t long until you both drifted off to sleep.

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Dean had left to go to the store and you had taken the opportunity to go to Luke’s. Memories bombarded you as you walked through the door and you couldn’t help but smile at them all, from agreeing to fake date Dean to arguing with Jess.

“Y/N!” Luke greeted as you walked to the counter.

“Hi Luke.” You smiled and watched his eyes flicker to the ring on your finger that definitely wasn’t there during your last visit.

“So, he finally asked, huh?” Was all Luke said. You never noticed Lorelai sitting a few seats down at the counter looking over in interest.

“He finally asked.” You confirmed, Luke smiling at the love struck look on your face.

“Good, bout time he popped that question. Know any details yet?” He asked sliding your drinks over.

“Thanks. And no, honestly work has been stressful, the last thing I want to do is plan a wedding.” You groaned the smile never leaving your face.

“Yeah, can’t say I blame you.” Luke chuckled before excusing himself to see to another customer.

“Congratulations.” You looked in surprise to see Lorelai smiling softly at you.

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled back.

“Can I see it?” She asked gesturing to the ring and you showed her. The two of you immediately going into how Dean had asked and gushing over it, Luke smiling over at the girl he’d known since she was as tall as his knees.

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Dean rounded the corner not paying much attention as he did before he crashed into somebody. He quickly reached out to steady them.

“Oh sorry.” He heard the voice of the girl who he hadn’t seen for years. Since they’d both left for college it was rare for them to be in Stars Hollow at the same time.

“Hey.” He greeted as he took in Rory, the pair hugging as Rory told him how good it was to see him.

“What are you doing in Stars Hollow?” She asked him.

“I’m just visiting my parents for the weekend.” He smiled.

“That’s nice.”

“It’s very nice,” Dean began “we’re actually here because Y/N and I got engaged.” He told her with the same grin he’d always had when talking about you.

“You’re engaged? Dean, congratulations, I’m so happy for you.” She exclaimed, drawing him in for another hug.

“Yeah, thank you.” He laughed.

“How is Y/N?”

“She’s great, she got the job she’s wanted for so long. They’re thinking of promoting her again and yeah, she’s, she’s really amazing.” Dean told her.

“I’m really happy for you, Dean.” The pair smiled at each other for a moment before speaking about the rest of their family, Rory asking about Clara and Dean asking about Lorelai.

“It’s her first love, it’ll probably…” Rory trailed off and the two stood in an awkward silence for less than a moment before Dean spoke.

“Yeah, I know.” Despite the awkwardness he still smiled at her. She was his first love after all and without her who knows where he and Y/N would be now.

“How’re you doing?” Dean asked, not wanting to dwell on the past.

“Me?” She asked, not waiting for an answer, “I’m doing ok.”

“Just ok?” Dean asked, concern in his voice.

“Well things are changing for me at the moment, I’m still trying to figure it out. I’m writing a book.” She announced.

“Well, you’ve read em all so what else you gonna do?” He asked with a chuckle.

“It’s actually about my mom and me and our life.” She nodded at Dean’s questioning response.

“Can I put you in it?” Rory asked. Dean looked confused for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

“Um…” He trailed off and Rory cut in before he could make a decision.

“I mean I’m changing the name to protect the guilty but you’d know it’s you.” She spoke, hoping the man she had once loved would agree.

“Uhm, I uh, I don’t know. What’re you gonna say?” He asked her, not shutting the idea down straight away but not fully loving the idea. Who knows what Rory could write about him.

“That you were the greatest boyfriend alive.” Was the first thing you heard Rory say as you walked into Doose’s with two take out cups, you could see Dean from over the shelves and debated joining them before deciding it was best to just let them talk. She wasn’t wrong about Dean being the greatest boyfriend though, she just hadn’t appreciated it enough at the time, not that you were complaining, you thought looking down at the ring on your finger before pressing your hand to your stomach.

“That you were um, generous and protective and kind and strong and as much as I wish we'd met when I was older and more mature, I know that if I hadn't had you with met when I did I wouldn’t be the person I am today. That you taught me what safe feels like.” Rory’s words were honest and you found yourself relating, safe was wherever Dean was, home was wherever Dean was.

“Ok.” Was Dean’s only response and though you wanted to go to him you knew he needed this.

“And that you had a disturbing obsession with Lord of the Rings-” Boy did you know that all too well, “that you did a terrible Sméagol impression…” Here she was cut off by a laughing Dean, in his defence the impression had gotten slightly better over the years.

“It was not terrible. It was pretty damn good. There were hand gestures.” Like you said, only slightly better.

“I know, I remember. I remember it all really well.” She laughed with him.

“Good luck with the book.” Dean told her softly.

“Thank you.”

“Dean!” She called. “Corn-starch.”

“Pay for it this time.” Dean chuckled before turning away and spotting you. You smiled at him and held a cup in his direction.

“Hey.” He kissed you in greeting and the two of you headed to the gazebo before taking a seat on the steps.

“She’s writing a book?” You confirmed.

“A book.” Dean nodded, playing with the cup in his hands.

“Well she got one thing right. You are the best boyfriend alive.” You laughed, Dean quickly leaning over and kissing you.

“So you want some news?” You asked staring ahead as the two of you stood up.

“News?” Dean asked in confusion. You turned to look at him, smiling nervously and playing with one of his hands.

“You’re gonna be a dad.” It took a few moments for the words to sink in before a grin broke out on the mans face. He took you into his arms and spun you around before placing you down and cupping your face with one hand.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant.” You confirmed and he pulled you in for a kiss, deepening it quickly. You wrapped you arms around his neck and when the two of you pulled back panting and grinning, you knew this was it, you couldn’t think of any other way you wanted to spend your lives.

The One I Love, The One I Hate

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Requested - Yes -  @halesandy​ - Hi! Read all of your works in your masterlist and couldn't stop myself from asking #143 with Jared Padalecki or Sam Winchester. Could you please write it?) Thank you in advance and have a nice day ⭐ Thank you for reading my work, I hope you enjoy this! 

Prompts -  143 - “Didn’t you two used to hate each other?” “Yeah, but now we hold hands and shit!”

You had only been working on the set of Supernatural for a year and whilst you loved it, there were somethings you wished you could change. Like the fact that your character, Violet, was in a relationship with Jared’s character, Sam. During your first season your two characters danced around each other, both finding each other attractive from their first meeting were Sam saved her from a nest of vampires after she was captured by them. Your character was a hunter and quickly joined forces with Sam and Dean.

You sat in your house and read over the scripts that had been sent over, groaning in dismay as you did. The first episode was fairly boring in the way of Violet and Sam’s romance but by episode three you were both to confess your feelings in a life or death situation, only for the awkwardness to start up when you all lived. There were kissing scenes too, quite a lot of them.

Since your first day on set you and Jared did not get along. You clicked straight away with Jensen and became great friends with him, you would have much preferred for your character to be dating Dean but alas things didn’t always work in your favour. It took some time before you and Misha actually became friends, though you two were friendly enough to each other on set but now the two of you hung out together when you weren’t filming. Jared Padalecki, however, was someone you were just about civil with. The same went for him, though he tries to keep up a friendly appearance whenever a camera or fan is around, the two of you hardly speak to each other and if you do it isn’t exactly friendly.

Sometimes you see Jared completely relaxed and at ease, goofing around with the other men on set and can’t help but yearn for that friendship, it would certainly make things a lot easier on set but you never tried to change the dynamic between you.

Shooting this season was going to be great.

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“Late on the first day, Y/L/N.” Was the first thing you heard as you practically fell through the hair and makeup trailers door. You let out an annoyed sigh before collapsing into your chair, smiling gratefully at the PA who handed you a drink.

“Bite me, Padalecki.” You shot back before taking a sip of your drink, relaxing ever so slightly.

“Come on now, Y/N. This season is going to be great; I mean what’s better than our romance finally blossoming.” Jared laughed as he watched you roll your eyes.

Besides Jared’s early morning annoyances throughout the duration of your hair and makeup prep, it was actually really great to be back on set and before long you were walking towards the set ready to start shooting.

“Y/N.” You heard someone call and turned around to seeing Jensen jogging towards you.

“Hey!” You greeted him happily, hugging him back as he pulled you into his chest.

“How was your break?” He asked as the two of you continued on your way to set, exchanging stories from your break. Just as you were about to step into the room Jensen placed a hand on your forearm, stopping you in place. You frowned up at him in confusion.

“Listen, I know you and Jared don’t exactly get on,” He started but was cut off by you snorting.

“Understatement.” You laughed.

“I know you don’t get on,” Jensen repeated, rolling his eyes but smiling fondly, “But I just wanted to make sure you were going to be ok this season, you’re going to be working with him more than anyone.”

“I hope you gave him the same talk.” You mumbled. “But I’m a professional, this is my job and I’m not going to let my feelings get in the way of that. Trust me, I’m good.” You reassured him. You knew how many people watched this show, how they could pick up on any real-life tension that managed to sneak into the show. You could push your feelings to the side for them.

“I did give him the same talk, just so you know.” He said as the two of you entered the room.

“Good.” Was all you said before making your way over to the director who called you.

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“They don’t know Violet.” Castiel murmured quietly, but in the already silent room he may as well of shouted it. You felt a coldness seep through your bones as you shivered. Sam immediately took notice and rested his hand on top of yours.

The four of you were sat in a diner trying to figure out how to deal with some demons who had information but were not willing to deal with Winchesters any more, no matter what the boys offered in return.

“No way, Cas.” Sam said, squeezing your hand. “It’s not safe.”

“I can deal with demons.” You defended, pulling your hand out from under Sam. “I’ll do it.” You said to Dean instead.

“I know you can deal with demons, Vi, but this is too dangerous. They know you’re important to us and if they have you, well, whatever they want from us they’ll have.” Sam explained, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“The way I see it you have two options. One; send me in, they don’t know me, or two; we sit around with our thumbs up our arse whilst the demons and Lucifer continue on with their plan.” You told them, anger dripping from your tone.

“If Lucifer gets a hold of you, Vi…” Sam began but trailed off with haunted eyes. “It’s a risk we aren’t taking. I’m sorry but there has to be another way.” Sam pleaded as he held your hand again.

“And cut!” The director yelled, “Perfect guys, good job.”

You were quick to pull your hand away from Jared causing him to laugh, he threw his arm behind you to rest on the booth.

“Seriously, if holding my hand is so bad, wait until we kiss.” You rolled your eyes as you left the booth, heading over to the table that held food and bottles of water.

You loved working on Supernatural but sometimes it could be draining.

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The first two episodes were wrapped up and it had gone relatively smoothly, a few arguments here and there between Jared and yourself but nothing that wasn’t solved by a small break. However, today was the day were you and Jared were filming your love confession scene and it was already going terribly.

An hour in and twelve takes later you still had no usable footage.

Violet jumped as a hand grabbed hers, whipping round only to relax as she saw Sam in front of her with a blade. She let herself give a quiet sigh of relief as she looked up at the man.

“Vi,” Sam whispered, looking just as bloody and bad as you did, “we can’t get out, we need a plan.”

The two of you surveyed the room, trying to see if there was anything, anything at all, that could get you out of the small, dark room. However, there was little in there, a raggedy blanket, a few empty bottles and some rotten food.

It was hopeless, you were going to die.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Sam said as he saw your panic, taking your face into his hands. “You’re gonna be ok, we’re gonna get out.”

“Cut!” The director yelled a fifteenth time, causing you to groan and push Jared away. “It’s too stale guys! I know you have your differences but you gotta work together here. Take a break, let’s get Jensen and Misha in here and film them.” The director said to the room before turning to you and Jared again. “Take a break together, see if you can fix this.” He said before walking away.

“He’s right.” Was all you could say, you knew your acting was stoic, no matter how hard you tried there was something about Jared. The same went for Jared, he was a great actor but when it came to you it was terrible.

“I know.” Jared agreed with you, before continuing, “C’mon, we can go to my trailer and work something out.”

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You were sitting in Jared’s trailer anxiously tugging on your sleeve as Jared sat next to you silently. The two of you had no idea where to start, not really able to pinpoint exactly when things had gotten so bad that you couldn’t act together.

“I don’t know why you hate me so much,” Jared began but didn’t get very far as you cut him off immediately, eyes wide in shock.

“Seriously?” You asked, voice soft, “You’re the one who was cold towards me, sure we never really clicked but you acted like I wasn’t even onset until the director yelled action. I followed your lead.” You told him truthfully. Sure, you hadn’t gotten along straight away but it was Jared who started the arguments, it was Jared who acted like you didn’t exist.

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” He argued, though there was no heat to his words.

“Yes, it was, I know we didn’t hit it off instantly but you shot down anything chance of us getting along.” You shot back, refusing to look at him and instead stared straight ahead.

“I only started the comments as a way to ease whatever tension was between us. It was meant to be a joke but when it wasn’t taken as one, I just left it but you shot back and then it spiralled.” He sighed, knowing he’d messed up.

“We’re idiots.” You laughed but there was no humour to it.

“We are.” Jared agreed.

The two of you spoke for a little longer, trying to erase a years’ worth of hurtful comments and arguments. It obviously wasn’t going to be solved with one conversation but it was a start. At some point Jared suggested you two rehearsed and so you did, rehearsing until the PA called you back onto set.

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You woke up in a dark room, head aching as you tried to look around. You could see nothing of importance in the room and the door was too far away for you whilst your leg was hurt, you were sure you felt blood gushing from it.

You let out a quiet groan, letting your head hit the wall only to let out a hiss of pain as it came into contact. You nearly yelled as you felt something grab your hand, jumping as you tried to pull it back.

“Vi, hey, relax it’s me.” Sam said, his voice soft, barely above a whisper, causing you to relax ever so slightly. “There’s no way out, no windows, locked door.” He informed you causing your panic to flare up but Sam was there straight away, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face into his hand. You couldn’t help but tilt your head into his touch causing him to smile slightly. “We’re going to get out, I promise, you’ll be ok.”

“How?” You croaked; voice hoarse from shouting earlier. “You said it yourself, there’s no way out and they took our weapons. We’re screwed.” You felt Sam’s thumb brushing soothingly against your cheek, causing you to relax despite the panic building up.

The two of you stayed silent as you heard the floorboards creek from outside, holding your breath until the steps passed the door and continued down the hallway.

“What about Cas?” You asked hopefully but frowned as Sam shook his head.

“I’ve tried praying but,” Sam trailed off, glancing around the room to emphasis the lack of angel there.

“So what? We sit here and wait to die?” You snapped as panic coursed through your veins.

“No, we wait for someone to open the door and we fight our way out.” Sam said but he didn’t sound so sure about the plan.

“I don’t know if you noticed but I was stabbed in the leg.” You reminded him causing him to curse and pull his hand away from your face so he could examine your leg. It wasn’t too deep but you had definitely lost a fair bit of blood.

You watched as Sam ripped a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around your wound, frowning as he did so.

You both froze again as you heard the sound of the door being unlocked. A demon in a black suit walking in with a cocky look on his face.

“Let her go!” Sam barked before the demon could open its mouth.

“Temper, temper.” It purred, walking over to the two of you. “But why would we let her go when she’s the one we want?”

“She has nothing to do with this! Lucifer wants me!” Sam positioned himself in front of you protectively and as much as you appreciated it you knew it would do little to hold the demon off if it wanted you.

“Are you going to say yes to him?” It asked, voice full of humour. “Didn’t think so. But because we’re oh so nice, we’ll give you a choice.”

“Oh yeah, bite me.” Sam snapped.

“Ah, ah, now don’t tempt me.” It sang. “Either say yes to Lucifer or we get the girl and she looks delicious.” It said, looking at you and licking its lips as it shivered in pleasure at the thoughts running through its mind.

“You’re not getting her and I’m not saying yes.” The demon just looked pleased as Sam protested.

“Say your goodbyes.” It cackled before leaving the room, smirking at you as it did.

“Sam,” You called, getting his attention, he was immediately facing you. “Let them have me, do not say yes. Promise me Sam!” You begged as tears clouded your vision.

“Vi,” He whispered brokenly, his own tears falling down his face as he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“Promise me, Sam, you have to promise me you won’t say yes.”

“I promise, Vi. I’ll get you back. There’s so many things I wanted to tell you but nothing more than I love you, Violet, so damn much and I’m going to get you back.” He swore, voice hard even as the tears flowed.

“I love you too.” You cried, your own tears falling uncontrollably down your face. “I love you so much, I know you’ll get me but don’t do anything stupid.”

Before Sam could reply there were demons in the room and you were flashed out of the room, getting one last look at the man you loved.

“And cut!” The director yelled and you could hear the grin in his voice. “That was perfect, you two were great, keep up the good work.” He praised before wondering off.

You wiped your eyes from where you sat on the floor before you saw a hand come into view and saw Jared offering it to you. You let the man pull you up and smiled as he brushed away your tears.

“You ok?” He asked, feeling the effects of the scene himself. You nodded at him, smiling softly. “Good. He was right, you know, you were great.”

“Thank you, you weren’t so bad yourself.” You smirked at him, causing him to roll his eyes and smile back at you.

“C’mon, we could both use some water.”

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From then on filming the rest of the season was a breeze. Jared and you still argued and picked fights with each other but it was all in good nature now. Being on set was much more enjoyable and your acting had improved greatly now that you actually got along with your scene partner.

However, at some point you realised that maybe you had started getting on too well with Jared as you noticed yourself feeling giddy around him, blushing and just wanting to generally be with him whenever you could. You felt like you were back in high school with a crush. Sometimes you missed the times when you thought you hated the man.

It was getting harder to control too, especially since you had to kiss the man on an almost daily basis, several dozen times a day. God, could that man kiss.

The two of you hung out more together on set, though kept it to yourselves mostly. Sometimes you’d rehearse, sometimes you’d have dinner together and sometimes, like now, you’d find yourself cuddled into his chest as a movie played on the tv in front of you, though you had to admit you weren’t paying much attention to the movie but more so on the hand that absentmindedly played with your hair.

Sometimes it was like Jared knew and he was just playing with you. You knew he wasn’t and that you were just paranoid but between the soft smiles you traded and the peaceful nights spent like this, it was heart-breaking but you knew you wouldn’t put a stop to it. If this was the only way you could have him, then you’d take it.

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“Hey, can we talk?” Jared asked as he jogged up to you after a long, draining day of filming. The words filled you with dread but a bigger part of you just wanted to collapse on the nearest bed.

“Sure.” You agreed tiredly, suppressing a yawn, causing Jared to smile softly at you.

“C’mon, my trailer’s closer.” It didn’t take long for the two of you to arrive at Jared’s trailer where he quickly made drinks and the two of you practically fell into the sofa.

“So, what’s up?” You said after a few minutes of sitting silently on the sofa, watching a Jared fidgeted with the mug in his hand.

“Right.” He began, clearing his throat and shifting so he was sitting with one leg crossed underneath him so that he could face you properly. “It’s just that, I mean, we’re getting along with each other now and I guess, well I mean I knew even when we didn’t get along but still…” Jared continued to ramble as you struggled to make sense of his words.

“Jared.” You interrupted softly, “what’s going on?” You asked in confusion, watching as Jared shook his head before taking a deep breath.

“I like you. I have for a while now, even when we didn’t get along. There’s always been something about you and I’m fine if you’d rather just be friends but I thought you should know.” Jared quickly explained, you just about made out the fast-spoken words but once you did you let out a small, shocked laugh that had Jared’s face falling so you quickly explained.

“Wait, no, I like you too!” You exclaimed. “I just thought with all our history that you’d never like me and I’d accepted that. Sorry, I’m just shocked.” You laughed as Jared let out a sigh of relief.

“So, does this mean I can take you out on a date?” He asked with a large smile that was contagious.

“It does.” You grinned and the two of you stayed on the couch talking for most of the night. The two of you agreed just to keep this to yourselves, not wanting to disrupt the cast or the flow of filming if this didn’t work out.

You woke up the next morning with a sore neck, leaning against Jared.

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You and Jared had been on several dates and everything was going great. You decided to wait until for a month or two before telling people but that went out of the window when the two of you were in Jared’s trailer one day after shooting.

The two of you only had a few scenes you needed to shoot that day and had gotten everything wrapped in just a few hours, whereas Misha and Jensen had a later start so wouldn’t be done for a few more hours at most. You and Jared had taken that time to go back to his trailer and watch a movie. At some movie watching turned into completely ignoring the screen in favour of making out with each other, losing track of time.

Neither of you heard the knock or the trailer door opening but you did hear Jensen’s voice, as he looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.

You and Jared quickly pulled away from each other, putting space between the two of you as you both looked up at Jensen with sheepish smiles.

“Didn’t you two used to hate each other?” He asked but didn’t sound too shocked.  

“Yeah, but now we hold hands and shit!” Jared laughed, causing both you and Jensen to roll your eyes.

“Sure, whatever makes you two happy,” Jensen grinned as he slapped Jared’s shoulder. “There’s a group of us going out, are you two coming?”

The three of you left the trailer and Jared and you decided to just enjoy each other’s company in public too, you were both happy and even if something didn’t end up working out you were professionals.

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“I don’t know what’s worse,” Misha laughed into the microphone, “being onset with Jared and Y/N now or when they didn’t get along.”

“Definitely now.” Jensen answered with an eye roll causing you to giggle and lean into Jared, who had an arm wrapped around you. “At least when they hated each other they stormed away from each other, now they’re joined at the hip. I mean look at them.” He continued causing the crowd to erupt into screams and cheers.

You and Jared had been dating for a year, six months in you announced it on social media and now conventions were a lot easier when you didn’t have to pretend you weren’t dating Jared. Still being relatively new to these conventions, it was nice to have Jared with you to sooth any anxiety you got. He was more than happy to find a quiet place and sit with you.

A year into it, your relationship was great, sure you two still argued but it was all done with love. None of those hurtful words that were thrown around when you first met. Sometimes working with your boyfriend was a lot, seeing him all day and then going back to the trailers but you’d both worked through it and now it was great. You had moved in with each other in Texas when you weren’t shooting and you loved living down there.

As you looked at Jared, who was jokingly defending your relationship, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Who would have thought the man you once hated would turn out to be the man you loved?

Everyone deserves a second chance

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You don’t know how you ended up down here, staring into the eyes of the most dangerous being in the tower. Tony had expressly forbidden you from going down, told you it was too risky, that the man in that cell could manipulate you into doing anything for him.

Naturally you hadn’t listened to a word he said, too curious, too stubborn? Who knew? All you knew now was that you were sneaking around the tower for nightly visits with the prisoner occupying the lower floors.

As you looked at him tonight, really looked at him, it was hard to remember he was a dangerous person, hard to remember he’d killed people, tricked and deceived people for his own gain. Watching as he sat cross legged on the floor in front of the glass that shut him away from the world, listening as he read a worn novel aloud to you.

It was easy to forget in moments like this you were breaking every rule, easy to forget this man could quite easily just be playing you.

For some reason you thought the risk of getting hurt amounted to nothing compared to how happy these stolen moments made you.

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“Ah the one with the magic, I presume?” Loki asked as you entered the room after minutes of pacing.

When you didn’t reply Loki continued, “you’re clearly not down here for some friendly chit-chat, what can I do for you?”

A funny question considering you didn’t have the damn clue on how to respond. Why had you come down here?

“Still nothing? Ok then, magic one, won’t you have a seat?” He offered, gesturing to the large sofa that was placed on your side of the glass, you assumed it was used by Thor on his daily visits down here.

“I don’t know why I’m here.” You said after an uncomfortable amount of silence had passed.

Loki looked up at you, his face giving nothing away about what he thought.

“I don’t know why you’re here either,” he replied eventually, “but it’s not often a pretty face comes to visit me so you won’t see me turning you away.” He smirked causing you to suppress an eye roll.

“I don’t know about that, Thor is definitely pretty.” You stated causing Loki to chuckle, his eyes lighting up with emotions you couldn’t place.

“One would have to question your taste.” He shot back.

“See Thor’s got the looks and he seems like he’d be very gentleman like, whereas you...well I’m sure the angsty teenager look will come back into fashion at some point.”

You watched as Loki laughed again, he sat up as if he was intrigued by you, leaning forward from his seat on the chair.

Maybe you hadn’t known why you went down there but you hadn’t regretted the decision after leaving.

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‘Whatcha reading?” You asked as you entered the room, grinning at the glare you received for the interruption.

Loki held the book up so you could see the cover, “Thor decided to bring me a selection of Midgard books, admittedly they’re not all terrible.”

“The Great Gatsby? Not bad, meant to be a timeless classic here on Midgard.” You said, scrunching your nose at the foreign word, noticing the corners of Loki’s mouth twitch upwards.

“You’ve never read it?” He asked, looking from the book and to you, giving you his full attention whilst his finger pressed against the sentence he was on.

“Eh, not a lot of time to read the classics when you’re being experimented on for your magic.” You shrugged.

“They experimented on you? For you magic?” Loki asked as he filled anger bubbling inside him, he hadn’t known you for very long but you were one of the last people who deserved treatment of that kind.

“Well magic isn’t as common here as it is for you. It’s fine, I mean they tried for a few years and then Tony got a hold of me, helped me with my magic and to deal with what had happened.” You explained, giving him the brief version of it.

You still weren’t entirely sure who the people who took you were, just that they were an organisation who had no trouble torturing you as they tried to figure out how your magic worked, if they could extract it from your DNA and if it could be implanted into their weapon. The way they spoke of the weapon made it sound like it was a human but you were never able to find anything out about it.

Tony had found you because he was looking for a friend of a friend. You didn’t remember much of the day only that you had woken up briefly after a bad session with the organization doctors to see the door being blasted off by a robot and then you woke up in a real hospital bed with Tony sat waiting for you.

“And what of the people who hurt you?” Loki asked, snapping you from your thoughts.

“They’re dead. Tony blew their base up when he found me.”

“Good.” Was Loki’s dark reply.

Loki looked at you, there was still plenty of anger but he could see how you’d gone a shade or two paler, how you were getting lost in your thoughts. He had never been very good at comforting people, so instead he began to speak, softly, soothingly.

“He smiled understandingly- more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced-or seemed to face-the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour…”

Loki continued to read, glancing up at you every so often until he saw that you had fallen asleep, curled up on the couch with no trace of the unwanted memories from before.

Loki felt himself fill with pride and couldn’t control the soft smile on his face no matter how hard he tried.

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You had no idea when or if Loki was going to be released from the cell he was in. It wasn’t a conversation you had ever brought up with him, too distracted by other things to dwell on the negative. But at night when you were alone with your thoughts you couldn’t help but wonder about Loki’s future.

You knew what he had done, you’d heard all sides of the story, Loki’s included, and whilst, yes, he needed some form of punishment, the pain and control lost to Thanos would probably have covered it.

It’s why you brought the topic up with Tony one day when the two of you were alone in his workshop.

“But I have magic!” You protested when Tony cut you off without hearing you out, “between the two of us, your mind and my magic, we could create something to keep Loki’s magic at bay.”

“Alright kid, what’s the sudden fascination with Loki?” He asked, turning to face you.

“I heard what happened to him, ok? I just-” You trailed off, looking down and missing the expression of disbelief on Tony’s face.

“Please, please tell me you haven’t been going down to see Loki, Y/N.” It wasn’t a question, it was like Tony was begging that the answer wouldn’t be yes.

You debated on whether you should tell him the truth or just lie but eventually you just sighed.

“I’ve been going to see him every night for months.” You confessed.

“Y/N!” Tony yelled before turning his attention to the ceiling. “JARVIS why the hell was I not informed that she’s been sneaking down there?”

“Miss Y/L/N was never in any danger. My settings only require me to alert you when a person who enters floor thirty four is in danger.” JARVIS responded promptly.

“See!” You exclaimed, “I was never in any danger, Loki hasn’t tried to hurt me.”

“You don’t know Loki-” Tony began but you cut him off angrily.

“I know him more than you do! Tony, please, give him a chance. We can work on something to restrain his magic but please, you can’t keep him in that cell forever, it’s not right, not when he was a victim too.”

“Y/N,” he sighed tiredly, “it’s not up to me and you know it. You’d have to convince the whole team and believe me when I tell you that’s not gonna happen, the only person you’d have on your side would be Thor.”

“Please Tony,” you said quietly, “he deserves a chance. I hurt people too, I killed people because they forced me too. I deserved to be locked up but you gave me a second chance.” You admitted. You knew the organisation had made you do things, somehow they got into your mind, made it so it wasn’t your own once they realised they couldn’t extract your magic.

“Oh kid…” Tony sighed but you were suddenly exhausted. There was only one place you wanted to be and it wasn’t here.

With a quick goodbye you asked JARVIS to take you to floor thirty four.

Loki immediately knew something was wrong.

He watched you lay on the couch, facing him but your eyes showed you weren’t seeing much of the room, instead locked away in your head with your thoughts.

“Darling?” He asked quietly, not wanting to startle you.

He hadn’t even noticed the term of endearment that slipped out until he saw you smile, no matter how tiny it was.

“What happened?” He wasn’t shocked when his question was met with silence but he carried on talking so that you didn’t get too lost in your head.

He knew your favourite thing to listen to him talk about was Asgard, your face was always beautiful as he spoke about the planet, your eyes lit up as he explained the beauty of the palace, the calm of the gardens, the peace you could find in the library and the excitement that was always in the air.

You loved to hear the stories of his childhood, of him and Thor, the adventures, the pranks. You loved watching him talk about Thor and his mother, a different kind of softness took over Loki when he recalled the fond memories.

“Did I ever tell you about the time that I accidentally broke Thor’s leg whilst trying to sneak past Heimdall to visit another planet?” He asked, watching as you shook your head as if to clear your thoughts before looking at him, looking a lot more aware than before, before you shook your head again.

You were fast asleep before Loki had gotten to the end of his tale.

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It took months before the team shifted their views on Loki but they could hardly deny Tony’s technology mixed with your magic to create a non-intrusive device that would contain Loki’s magic. Naturally you hadn’t told them about some minor adjustments you had made, i.e letting Loki use magic that was good, he couldn’t use it if he had bad intentions.

You wanted to be the one to tell Loki the news but after seeing how happy Thor was you let him.

“No, please Y/N, I insist you tell him, after all this is all your doing.” Thor replied.

“Thor really,” You began but he cut you off.

“How about we both tell him?” He compromised and you readily agreed, both of you grinning as you made your way down to Loki’s floor.

“Ah brother, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked and your smile got even wider if at all possible.

“JARVIS,” you began, “would you please open the door?” You asked watching as Loki rolled his eyes. It was something you’d asked JARVIS a hundred times and you’d always gotten the same answer of how it was against protocols.

This time however…

“Right away, Miss Y/L/N.” JARVIS replied and you watched as Loki’s eyes widened as the door opened for him.

“What is this?” He asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.

“Lady Y/N here managed to convince the team to let you out, though you will have to wear this magic suppressing bracelet.” Thor explained and gestured to the thin black bracelet he held in his hand.

You watched as Loki took a hesitant step forward, as if he expected the door to slam shut, but the second he stepped foot past the threshold he exhaled in disbelief before looking directly at you.

“You did this, darling, for me?” He asked as he took another step forward.

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” You replied quietly, almost shyly which was strange considering you’d been with him every day for the last few months but this was different.

Loki didn’t respond, he just smiled softly at you, eyes still full of disbelief.

It wasn’t until Thor cleared his throat that he spoke again.

“I don’t mean to stare but…” He trailed off for a moment before taking another step forward so he was directly in front of you, “I dreamed every day of being by your side, a foolish dream I thought, a terrible, hopeful dream of being able to touch you one day. I thought I’d never have the chance, yet here you are. So beautiful, my darling.” He said as he reached a hand out to cup your cheek, smiling as you learnt into the touch.

“Thank you, darling.” He whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips gently to yours.

You didn’t have a clue what the future had in store for you but you were content, here and now. Loki was out of his cage and even if the two of you crashed and burned, everyone deserves a second chance.

Making the Change From Friends to Lovers

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In your defence you hadn’t meant to drink so much. It was only meant to be a few drinks in the common room to celebrate winning the quidditch match and somehow you had ended up on the field outside of Hogwarts staring up at the sky, watching the clouds pass. Admittedly, drinking so much wasn’t your best idea.

The shots also weren’t the best idea either.

You sat up quickly, too quickly, causing your head to spin. You just giggled as you rolled you head around, spotting a blonde headed figure not too far from you.

“Draco!” You yelled happily as you stood up, albeit clumsily. You watched as his head snapped in your direction and he made his way over to you.

You’d known Draco since first year but hadn’t gotten along too great then but in second year Professor Snape assigned him to help you in potions and from then on the pair of you got along famously.

That friendship also came with the added bonus of having a crush on the Malfoy heir. It was easy to deal with most of the time, even with Parkinson rubbing herself against Draco constantly. Still having a crush on the guy who only saw you as a best friend had its difficult moments.

“Y/N?” Draco questioned as he got closer to you, practically catching you as you hugged him, it was more of a fall really. “Are you...drunk?” He asked.

“Celebrations were happening, Draco, just cause you wanted to make potions or whatever with Snape doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have fun.” You giggled against his chest.

“Yes, seems like you’ve had all the fun.” Draco drawled, moving so his arm was around your waist as he tried to lead you back to the castle.

“No!” You protested, moving out of his arms and plopping down onto the grass. “I want to stay here, look it’s so pretty.” The lake was glistening in the distance, the sky was blue with soft white clouds passing by and the grass was decorated with an array of coloured flowers.

Draco just laughed as he sat down next to you.

He liked you too, of course he did, how could he not? You were smart, beautiful, kind. The list really went on. He struggled with his crush on you, knowing his father would not approve of a relationship with a half blood and, sure, maybe once upon a time Draco would have never contemplated a relationship with anyone but a pureblood but he really liked you.

He’d spoken to his godfather about it many times, knowing the man was perhaps one of the few people who wouldn’t tell his father. Severus hardly offered advice, claiming he didn’t involve himself with school boy crushes, but he had told Draco to do what he wanted, not what his father expected. He told him he’d regret it if he didn’t at least take a chance. That conversation had been exactly what Draco had needed and he came up with a plan to ask you out. It wasn’t overly complicated, he was just going to invite you to go with him to the next Hogsmeade trip, have a meal, walk around a little and then at the end of it, if things went well, he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend.

It was a great plan. Too bad they never work out.

You rested your head on Draco’s shoulder, sitting so you were pressed against him. He looked down at you and smiled, he really wanted you to be his. Since fourth year he had known he’d liked you but at that age girls were still gross, it was only part way through fifth year were he realised he really wanted to be with you.

“What were you doing anyway?” You asked, closing your eyes as you rested against him.

“I was with Severus.” He said confirming your earlier statement quietly, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere. “He was going over the career guidance information.”

“You should do potions, maybe teach? I dunno, you’re good at teaching the younger kids.” You mumbled, giggling at the memories of Draco surrounded by a cluster of first and second year who were lost in potions.

“It’s something I could see myself doing, but father would expect me to work for the ministry.” He told you causing you to sit up and roll your eyes.

“Lucius is a dick.” You slurred causing Draco to roll his eyes fondly, the adoring smile never leaving, he’d heard this speech many times, all different topics coming to the same conclusion of ‘Lucius is a dick’. If it were anyone else tarnishing his father’s reputation, he would have argued but with you the things he could say was…

“God, I really want to kiss you.” Shocking himself as he did.

“Wait, insulting your dad was all it took? But I do that all the time.” You pouted causing Draco’s eyes to widen - did you like him too then?

He risked everything with you as he leaned forward but didn’t have to worry for too long as you leaned forward and met him halfway, pressing your lips together. It was so much more than both of you had imagined. Draco’s hand came up to cup your cheek as one of yours found its way into his hair.

“Well that wasn’t how I’d planned to confess, I’ll admit.” Draco laughed breathlessly as he rested his forehead on yours after the two of you had pulled away.

“You’d planned this?” You asked, soft smile on your face as you continued to play with his hair.

“I was going to take you to dinner in Hogsmeade then ask you to be my girlfriend.” His smile turned sheepish; his pale face coloured slightly.

“Well in that case, yes to the dinner and yes I’ll be your girlfriend.” You told him before pulling him into another kiss.

“You’re drunk, what are the chances of remembering this?” He asked, chasing your lips after he had.

“I think I sobered up pretty quick when the guy I liked admitted he liked me too.” You said causing both of you to laugh.

Dinner at Hogsmeade was a delightful affair, candles created a romantic atmosphere and the two of you discovered that the transition from friends to partners wasn’t actually all that strange and you got to skip the awkward first date phase.