Four Fandoms In One Brain

Writing in my free time, loving Bucky, mourning Crowley. Friendly and sarcastic. Gifs are not mine. MASTERPOST PROMPTLIST

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Name: Thor made me promise... Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader Summary: there is a ball in Asgard that the Avengers (including the reader) are invited to, and Tony makes Stephen dance with the reader.

“You want us to do what?” you ask Tony again, not willing to believe your ears. Does Tony have wildest ideas? Always. Do you enjoy this specific one? Absolutely not.

“I want you to dance with him,” Tony points at Stephen and frowns. “Well... Thor wants you to. I am a messenger.”

“Why me?” Stephen sounds at the very least bored. You both have been called to the Avengers tower for an emergency meeting, and learning that its topic is checking how well you two can dance... Well, Tony is risking him limbs.

“You are the only two that will have to be presented to Asgardian society this time, and the only two that do not have a stable enough relationship to present there. Plus... I have never seen you dance, Doctor.”

“I am a part of the elite, Stark. I have both my MD and PhD, and do you really think I would not have to attend evenings where dancing was necessary for proper introduction and reputation?” Strange raises his eyebrow, trying to show how low he thinks of Tony right now. However, Stark’s ignorance of others is almost infuriating at times. Like right now.

“Fantastic then. You can teach Y/N,” you roll your eyes, refusing to move a limb.

“I am not going to dance, Tony.”

“Yes, you are. Thor said you have to know at least the basics,” Tony doesn’t even listen to you - his attention is fully focused on Strange and what he will say next. Stephen looks at you with a silent question in his eyes, then realizes that, if it won’t be him, Tony will probably try to teach you on his own (and fail due to not dancing that well himself and having some excessive pride).

“Fine,” Strange sighs and leaves his cape on the chair, facing you, then turns to Tony for a second. “If you use a video to blackmail either one of us, I will destroy you.”

“I would never,” but you both see Stark quickly lose some of his enthusiasm about this situation. To cover his discontent, Tony picks up his phone and turns on the waltz music, forcing you to walk towards Strange and stop, staring at the floor. You know Stark wants to stay (when else will he see you be a clutz while dancing?), but under Strange’s glare, he leaves, closing the door behind him. The pressue on you is slightly less but still... You hate it.

“It is alright,” you hear him chuckle, amused by the situation. “Dancing is very logical.”

“Yeah, very helpful. Thanks,” Stephen slowly takes your left hand and places it on his shoulder, then takes your right hand and lifts it a little, wrapping his fingers around your palm to reduce the trembling of his own fingers. For some reason, that calms you down a little.

“Now, just listen to the rhythm. One, two, three. One, two, three,” you nod at every word, and Stephen’s hand relaxes on your waist, the trembling calming down. “Step back from the left,” he carefully pulls you closer, forcing your leg back with his own, and you almost force yourself to do as he does. “Now turn,” he presses his hand against your back, making you turn around. “Step forward,” you take a step and momentarily see your mistake - wrong leg, and you bump into Stephen fast enough to almost trip.

“Ugh, sorry.”

“That is alright,” he pushes his palm up your back, making you straighten up. “Again, step forward.”

It takes you about an hour to learn to smoothly walk after him, but you both understand that it is because of the simple reason - Stephen guides your every step, pushing his hand into your back whenever you have to step forward (fingers or wrist, depending on what leg you should use), then moves it back a little, when he is about to step forward. His fingers are still trembling, but you have learned to see the difference between the two.

“That’s it, Y/N,” Strange smiles softly. “Very good,” Stephen stops the ‘lesson’ part and rests both hands on your waist.

“Why did you agree to this? I know you don’t want to dance with me.”

“Y/N,” Strange sighs. “Not everything is about you.” You feel your cheeks lit up with shame. “But this is. I like your company, and I will be happy to go to Asgard with you.”

“Almost got me,” you murmur, trying to hide that you don’t really know what to say. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he takes a step back, and jokingly bows. “I will see you again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I can’t go into the godly society with a partner that can’t dance independently, can I?” you can feel the humor seething, but there is still something off. It was way way way too easy to convince the proud neurosurgeon to teach you to dance. But you still have tomorrow to figure it out.

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We are coming back!

G'morning (whatever time of day) everyone!

I might have been absent for ages, it was a big mental health issue. Life is good, everyone is safe, I am trying to come back now.

To everyone who has texted me and sent requests, I will get to them as soon as I can.

To everyone who has been asking if I am okay, thank you. I appreciate your support even if I wasn't there to reply. I am going to start recovering (including my long-forgotten writing abilities lol), so it might be some time before my writing is back to its normal state.

Anyway, I will work on my drafts first.

Get in touch, text me, I haven't talked to you fellas in a while!

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Hello, are you accepting requests?

I am accepting them, but I did decide to go on an indefinite hiatus, so I have no idea when I would get around to writing it.

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Hello. Do you write Star Trek TOS imagines?

Hey friend. Yes, I do.

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D'you only write imagines with prompts?

No, my love, you can send me any request of what you want to see happening, and I’ll try to write it.

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Hey, I am not sure if your requests are closed or not but could you do Crowley and reader with prompts 2. Aren't you tired of chasing me? And 41. Just tell me how you f-ing feel? Please? I dont swear sorry

Hey sunshine!

Absolutely! I’d love to! And thank you so much for writing what the prompts actually are - that makes my job so much easier!

Name: Love is damn annoying.Prompts: 2. Aren’t you tired of chasing me? 41. Just tell me how you f-ing feel?

You feel his presence with your skin - no matter how far you run, how well you hide, how many anti-demonic bracelets you wear - you know that he is behind you. Smiling, his soft laughter haunts you in your dreams. When you first realized that there was an unknown demon following you, you took all the possible precautions to ensure your safety for when it decided to attack you. But it never did - simply followed you.

“I guess, it’s your luck,” Dean says when you get out of a vicious battle with demons with a single cut on your shoulder that you don’t show to him because you can easily take care of it yourself. It isn’t luck. It’s the protective presence that you feel raging behind your back now because you weren’t supposed to get hurt. But you do not tell anyone.

You end up sitting on your bed, staring at the deep cut on your shoulder in a mirror - the knife was stopped mid-cutting, torn out of your chest before you were seriously hurt, and the attacker was demolished by something that you could not see. The only thing that truly scared you was the attacker’s face, as it saw whoever was protecting you - the sheer fear and horror.

“I know you’re here,” you say out loud, hoping to solve whatever that thing is between you. “Aren’t you tired of chasing me?”

“I’ll stop when you stop running to most dangerous places as soon as an opportunity arises,” Crowley slowly appears in the chair in front of you, holding a glass of whiskey. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, but much less benevolent, almost radiating danger. You try to pretend you are not surprised that it is him, and Crowley shakes his head. “I know you did not expect to see me.”

“Why the hell, Crowley? It’s been a year of you just following me?” he shrugs his shoulders and nods. You lean back and plant your back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You would try and shoot him, but you seem to owe him one. Or two. “I’m the most unfortunate human in this building. Given the Winchesters.”

“Anyone else would be flattered to see the King of Hell as their personal bodyguard,” Crowley notes, and you frown.

“I can guard my own body.”

“Yeah? And how is that working out for you?” Crowley nods at the still bleeding cut, perfectly visible through your torn shirt. You pretend to not hear him, but you clearly recall all the times when you should have died, but you didn’t because of some dumb luck.

“Why are you here, Crowley? What do you want?” he does not say anything - just gives you a sly smile. “Come on, I did not sell you my soul, did I?”

“I do not remember you to.”

“Then why? Just tell me how you feel, god damnit!” you jump to your feet, infuriated with his silence - as if he knows all, and is just waiting for you to understand something. Jumping may not have been a smart decision - the cut opens, and you watch blood drip down your shirt. “Crap,” you grab a towel and press it against your skin. Crowley does not move, just keeps looking at you, then puts his glass on a table. “Crowley, it’s been a year. Don’t I deserve to know?”

“Of course you do, love,” Crowley finally raises to his feet and walks up to you, planting his hand on your shoulder and forcing you sit down, as he takes away the towel and presses his palm against your skin, holding your shoulder and fully covering the cut. You do not fight him - you don’t really see a reason to. He is much stronger, and anything you can do is basically worthless, especially without your weapons. “You see,” the cut starts itching, healing at a higher speed than it should naturally, and you make yourself keep a straight face. “Although it is impossible for demons, I found myself… In a situation. Rather complicated one. In which I have feelings for a human. I guess that’s the one bit of humanity that stuck in after your Winchesters pumped me with human blood.”

“So you want dating advise? Crowley, sorry to disappoint, you’ll be better off with Dean. I do not date.”

“You are so human,” the itching turns almost impossible to tolerate, but you still hold still, hiding the discomfort. Crowley smiles gently, as if apologizing for the pain. “It’ll be over in a minute or so… I have feelings for you, Y/N. Those human feelings. Love. Caring. Jealousy. Anything you name. I have that. And I do not know what to do with it,” the itching does not even matter now. You’re doing your best to not lose consciousness. The idea of the King of Hell picking you as his one source of feelings… is flattering, but also beyond horrifying. “That’s how I feel.”

“You can’t…”

“I know. I am demon. But I do. And I also feel very god damn angry when you get hurt,” you suddenly feel very ashamed for getting in trouble. “I will just keep you safe,” Crowley tucks a curl behind your ear, and you blush, hating yourself for that, and he leaves his palm on your cheek, his touch almost burning your skin. “I can manage all the other feelings. But you have to stay safe. Because having you hurt makes it hard to control... stuff,” you are horrified. Not you felt his rage - like the fire of hell burning around you when you got hurt. But hearing Crowley, the King of Hell, the person you would expect to have perfect self-control, just give up and accept his feelings for you. You try to not think how many times he tried to burn whatever he feels out of his chest. And how much he had to rethink about himself, trying to accept this part of his personality.

“So… what do you want to do about that?” you are a scientist. You are not a romantic right now. You have to figure out how to keep hunting because a relationship with Crowley isn’t something good for either one of you. No matter how badly you want it, no matter how safe you feel next to him. “Just keep me safe?”

“I also want to kiss the life out of you,” Crowley informs you quietly, his voice an octave lower than before, and you regret asking the last question. “And I obviously want you in Hell with me. I know you will never do that, but just so that you know that I intend to wait for as long as it takes to get you to accept your place next to me,” Crowley shrugs his shoulders. “I am a patient man.”

“You are no such thing!” you can hardly help a laughter, and Crowley is forced to smile back, taking his hand off your cheek. You almost lean in to return it, but stop yourself just in time. “You have literally no patience.”

“True… But I will do my best to find some.”

“I’m so confused now,” you admit quietly.

“Then let me explain. I may be cursed to have this emotion, but I’ve done everything I could to get rid of it. Everything, Y/N. And it’s here to stay. And I can’t let you die. But I am willing wait for you to have your fun and then take your place next to me. Because love is damn annoying.”

“Love?”

“Yes, Y/N. Your Winchesters did not do themselves a favor by giving me this feeling. I am not soft. I am still the King of Hell. I am not good. I simply have a weakness that I can’t eradicate,” he smiles softly for a split second.

“Me?” he nods. “Sorry.”

“Hence the surveillance and protection.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he repeats after you, not really getting what you are agreeing to. And why.

“Yes, okay,” you stand up and look Crowley in the eye. There is no red, and that is very calming - talking to a red-eyes beast gets a bit scary, and would be at least a little strange given that you are discussing your romantic relationship. “We can give it a try.”

“What?”

“I am willing to give us,” you gesture vaguely. “A chance. One chance.”

“Alright,” he grins, you notice that (when he is not plotting to murder every human in the radius of 200 miles), Crowley gets almost painfully attractive. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Yes, tonight,” without a single word, he disappears in the cloud of smoke, and you wonder how much trouble you got yourself in. And you know that it is a lot.

Tagged: @memyselfandmaddox,  @one-big-dreamer

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Hello! Could I request a Dr. strange X sick reader with the prompts 9, 10 and 16 from the fluff prompt list? Thank you!

Hello love,

Sorry for the later response (didn’t mean to, just didn’t have a single free second). And yes, I would love to write that.

OH MY GOD. I just saw the ‘sick reader’ part! I am so sorry! I’ll write you a new one tonight with the right reader! *bashes her head against the table* Ugh, stupid me! Accept the ‘healthy reader’ for now, ok? I’ll give you a new one ASAP!

Name: Good night.

Prompts: 65. You’re comfy. 66. You are my new pillow. 72. It’s not morning yet.

You are already half asleep, when Stephen enters your bedroom, quietly, doing his best to not wake you, takes off his clothes and folds them neatly on the chair. He runs a quick spell, checking up on you and your well-being (his standard precaution to make sure you are not sick or hurt), then climbs under the blanket. His feet are cold - you know that because they always are, and because he keeps them away from you - and his fingers are trembling, as he carefully takes your hand. It is not romance. It’s his way to stay out of nightmares.

“Come here,” you offer him quietly, not willing to speak up to ruin the stable and comfortable silence that fills the bedroom. Stephen thinks for a second, then leans toward you, wrapping his feet around yours, like a needy octopus. You can’t help but chuckle when he rests his head on your stomach, holding on to you with both hands.

“You’re my new pillow,” he tries to jokingly explain himself, and you do not answer - you know that he needs to feel like there is someone for him when he does fall asleep.

“I know,” you run your fingers through his hair, listening to his slow breath. It’s always controlled - always the perfect timing and the exact volume of air. Like a machine. That is not sleeping because it is horrified of what it will dream about. “It’s not morning yet, Stephen. You can get some sleep now. I am not going to go anywhere for a few hours… Just recharge.”

“You’re comfy.”

“I guess I am,” you chuckle softly, resting one of your hands on Stephen’s back. “Good night now.”

“Night,” he holds you tighter, securing his position next to you (also on top, also literally surrounding). You hear him breathe in slowly, calming himself down, then one long exhale, as he eases himself into sleep, forcing his body into dormant state. The grip on your waist does not get any lighter - even in his sleep, Stephen is not ready to let go of you.

“Shhh,” you close your eyes and try and fall asleep for a couple of hours - that’s how long it will take before he wakes up in cold sweat, shivering, mortified.

Tagged: @leleleish, @memyselfandmaddox, @one-big-dreamer

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Hello love, would you mind if I use your prompt list for my drabbles? I didn't want to reblog it with out asking. I love your stuff btw :)

Yes! Of course! I’d be seriously honored to have people write based on those things! Go ahead.

Sorry for the late response - college life is mildly hectic. Enjoyably hectic))

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Happy Birthday to me. And Sebastian Stan. Cuz we share a birthday)))

And I promise to post stuff more often!

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Name: From Jotunheim Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: the reader is a mutant (like ice giants), and Loki realizes that he is not really Asgardian, as Odin said.

You are a mutant - carrying ice cold blood in your veins, genetically similar to the ice giants (yet different due to being from a different world). However your family was invited to Asgard as ambassadors generations ago, and, since then, there have been more Asgardians in your family tree than your own people. Which is why your skin is no longer blue - you even managed to get tan - but your eyes are sparkling with the ice that runs in your veins.

No one dared hurt you because of your race - after all, your world was endlessly peaceful and sweet, not causing any worries to Odin. The only person that seems to be bothered in any way is Loki - he keeps following you with the cautious glance, keeps walking behind you. Not obviously following, but annoyingly… there. Always.

“Alright, your Highness,” you sigh and quickly turn to him. “What is the story here?”

“No story,” Loki smiles innocently, and you roll your eyes.

“Fine then. You smell like hidden motives, go and annoy someone else,” he does not really answer - just keeps frowning, his eyes deadly serious. “Is everything alright with you?”

“Yes.”

“Loki? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“Why are your eyes like that?”

“My eyes?” he nods and leans in to stare into your eyes. “What the heck?”

“The ice. I do not understand it.”

“It’s just my eye color.”

“But I can feel your blood. It’s cold,” you have no idea what makes Loki follow you, but it is probably connected to his recent visit to Jotunheim with Thor - something you really did not approve of. “Y/N.”

“Loki, step back. You’re weird.”

“I just need to see,” Loki rests his hand on your wrist, and you feel the same wave of cold you feel around others of your race. “You are doing the thing...”

“I guess, it’s just my blood, but,” you twist your hand to grab his wrist too - your ice cold fingers wrapped around his wrist, while Loki’s fingers are locked around your wrist (which looks almost childishly weak next to his). “How…”

“I don’t know,” his eyes are not blue, as yours are, but full of scarlet blood. You are different species, you are sure of that, but he is still breathtakingly attractive, even with the scar-like lines crossing his face. He frowns, noticing the difference. “I was hoping I were…”

“You are not like me,” you still can’t move your glance from his face, as he slowly realizes the only race that he could come from - the only one that was in “communication” with Asgard at the time of his birth.

“So I am a monster,” Loki steps back, but you do not let go of his hand.

“How does it make you a monster?”

“My blood is from…”

“Jotunheim. Maybe. You never know - there are dozens of blue people, not only ice giants. And it does not make a bad person,” he shakes his head. “Come on, we’ve been friends for years. I’ve seen you be the best man here, taking care of people, helping me with literally everything. Come on, don’t be stupid,” you raise one hand and rest it on Loki’s shoulder, feeling another wave of cold tickling your skin. “That’s the same as saying that a dog is evil because it is related to a wolf.”

“But I…”

“Turn majestically blue when you touch my skin? How is that bad?” Loki smiles slowly, then frowns again.

“I have to talk to my father,” you can’t fight him on that. You really can’t.

“I know.”

“I am sorry,” he covers your hand with his, and you understand that no matter how confused he is, his heartbeat is a lot like yours, and you feel safe next to him. And if you are right, he will have to deal with his ice blood - controlling impulses and learning to use the cold. After all, mixing Asgardians and Ice Giants should bring both amazing perks and some issues. And you wish he would turn to you for help. But you also remember your training - how your entire family helped you accept who you are, teach you to control your impulses and all desires that are connected to your blood. And that was exhausting even with such a peaceful race as yours - you fear how much pain Loki will have to go through. He smiles sadly at you, probably thinking of the same thing.

“I will always support you, your Highness,” you promise him quietly, and he nods thankfully. It will be a painful journey for him - maybe even more painful than he can sustain, so you promise yourself to keep an eye on him. Especially if you ever find him curled up in a ball, horrified of what he is doing (as you did before).

“I appreciate that,” and you have no doubt that he will never ask you for help - too proud, too independent. Loki will much rather gouge his own eyes out than ask someone for help. And that is tragic.

Tagged:  @memyselfandmaddox,  @one-big-dreamer, @leleleish, @everythingmarvelsherlockspn

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Are there any chances that you will write something about the Collector from gotg?

I mean, I don’t know much about him, so it depends. If you specify a bit what you want, I’ll be able to answer less vaguely))

I am totally down to rewatch the movie and write it)))

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Oh my goodness, Monster Baby is so good! I have the same headcannons about his mixed parents and how he'd react and you made it perfect! Beautiful and sweet story, great job and have a great day <3

Thank you, sunshine! I’m glad you enjoyed it - good day to you too)))

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Hey, I was wondering if I could request 27 for loki from the general prompt list. I was thinking that maybe the reader could be pregnant and Loki gets scared so he left for a bit until he realized his mistake ( possibly because thor or someone talked some sense into him) and he comes back and tried to make it up the reader. Thank you in advance 💓

Hello love,

Yes, yes, I’d love to!

Name: The monster babyPrompt: 27. “I need you.” “I know. I am sorry.”

You are sitting in the library, your feet wrapped in a ginormous fluffy blanket - Frigg’s present, one of many that she showered you with after learning that her daughter-in-law is carrying her grandchild. There is always a big cup of hot herbal tea next to you and Frigg’s smiling and caring face whenever she sees you, making everything soft and endlessly beautiful. However, no matter how sweet she is, you are still being tortured, with the enormous black hole in your stomach.

“He is going to come around,” Frigg tells you with calm confidence, and you wish you could have same faith as her, but the only thing you can think about is how Loki reacted when you told him you were carrying his child.

He was staring at you blindly, as if you broke a heavy glass vase against his head (unconscious, that’s how he looked). His face lost color, but no usual blue appeared - just a vampire-white skin of a man, horrified beyond belief.

“Loki? Loki, say something?” you were expecting something more or less complicated, but you did not think that he would just look like a betrayed puppy. “Loki, I need you.”

“I know. I am so sorry,” he steps back, raising his hands a bit, as if trying to distance himself from you. Not really the reaction you want to get from your husband after telling him you are pregnant.

“Loki?” he runs out without looking back, trying to escape the unbearable idea of having a child.

You keep telling yourself you should have expected that. You keep telling yourself that he simply does not want kids yet, and you should have... Well, there is nothing you can do now either way. At least you have Frigg next to you, beaming with happiness.

“Y/N?” Loki walks into the library and smiles at you - with extreme caution, as if you could totally stab him right now. “How are you doing?”

“Still pregnant,” you shrug your shoulders.

“Thor sends his regards, he is very happy for... us.”

“You went to Midgard to see your brother that you keep running from?”

“I went to Midgard to talk to my brother... I needed advice. And apparently another slap from his girlfriend,” Loki sits down next to you and nervously smiles at the blanket. “My mother is very happy about this child.”

“Yeah, at least someone is,” you rest your hand on your stomach, and Loki frowns.

“I am sorry I did that.”

“Did what? Leave?” he nods.

“I am just horrified that... this baby,” he points at your stomach. “Carrying my blood, that damned mixture of ice giants, will end up a monster like me.... A monster baby, cursed to bring pain to everyone in its life.”

“You are no monster, you idiot. I wouldn’t marry you if you were. And our baby will be no monster simply because its father is the best man I have ever known.”

“Then why did my mother not survive my birth?” Loki looks you dead in the eye, and you almost freeze at how scared he is - utterly horrified at the idea of his child being the cause of your death. “You should not die because of my child. Because of me. That is unfair.”

“I am not going to die. We got the best healers here, they will make sure both me and the baby are alright.”

“I won’t bear it if you leave me,” Loki slowly reaches out and places his palm on your stomach, his fingers trembling, as you cover them with your own hand. “I won’t let you.”

“I am here to stay, Loki. That’s why we got married. So that you can’t get rid of me,” Loki’s face is filled with relief now - as if you just took the whole mountain of problems off his shoulders.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you chuckle softly at your stupid naive husband that thinks you have not been checking on both yourself and the baby almost daily. The baby is showing no danger for your health, but it is not official yet - you’ll surprise him later.

“And I thank you for that,” Loki grins and leans back, resting his back on top of your bent legs. And it feels good - he is heavy and stubborn (and often stupid), but he is your stupid. “No one else would,” very stupid.

Tagged:  @memyselfandmaddox,  @one-big-dreamer, @leleleish, @everythingmarvelsherlockspn

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Sorrey... i reallized after I asked for 7, 9, and 10 for Loki I forgot to mention they were on the fluff prompt list . I'm sorry, thank you .

Hi... Uhm... All is cool, but I combined the Fluff and General Promptlists... Could you maybe take a look at the big one here and renumber what you want? So sorry for the inconvenience. 

Then I will totally write your request)))

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Name: Loyalty Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: the reader is Loki’s best friend/special one, and Odin is really mad that they are not telling him what Loki is thinking about.

You are sitting in prison, trying to not throw your pillow at the transparent screen, glowing with the happy gold. Your best friend (only friend, to be honest) is dead on some random planet in the middle of nowhere, and you can’t even find his body. And all is because Odin, the wisest and smartest ass in all of universe, has decided that if you refuse to open Loki’s secrets, you do not deserve to be free. How he chose to maintain your sentence after Loki’s death is still a wonder for you, but here you are - all alone, knowing that Loki could need you or just a proper burial.

“Y/N,” Odin slowly appears from nowhere in front of your screen, followed by a guard that points at your cell and rushes away - he looks much worse after Frigg’s death, but nowhere near as crushed as you are right now. Per usual, he is wearing his gold and carrying himself with more dignity than is proper. “How are you doing?”

“You know perfectly well,” you bark, then add slowly. “I want to be at his funeral.”

“Loki’s?” you nod, and Odin frowns at you. “Do you remember why you are here, child?”

“Because I chose to not spill my friend’s secrets to his weird and cowardly daddy?” you do not even care what Allfather can do to you at this point - for all you care, he could banish you from existence at this very moment. “And I will repeat it again, Odin. You will not make me tell you anything.”

“You are stubborn...”

“Will you let me find his body and go through with the funeral or not? I will leave Asgard after that, there is nothing for me here either way,” you hope that he wants to be rid of you, so he would just let you go and forever leave this castle, where everything reminds you about Loki’s death.

“You see, Sigyn,” you flinch when he uses Loki’s nickname for you. How could he know? Right, all-seeing and all-knowing. “Loki’s body is not there.”

“How do you know? You may have sent a single man, and we both know Loki would be hiding, even Heimdall wouldn’t see him. I can find him.”

“So you would go to the planet with quite... uncomfortable conditions to look for a dead body?”

“Body of the man that has my loyalty and absolute trust,” Odin smiles softly, and you notice how his eyes change color for a split second - from the royal golden brown to the icy blue of a frost giant. “What...”

“You did put your faith into the most unpredictable man in the universe,” you do not know how he does that, but suddenly the mirage falls down, and you see Loki’s wide grin through Odin’s seriousness. And his second eye through the patch, a bit worried look but perfectly happy that you are alive. And the wrinkle on his forehead. “You should have expected something like that.”

“Aye,” you try to hide a smile, but it is impossible, as your whole soul is relieved - after all, you did keep the hope that Loki was not really dead. You want to jump and hug your own personal moron, but the screen stops you - which is probably good, given how that would look for everybody else.

“You will not be banished,” that makes total sense now. “You will be released but, to make sure you do not try to run looking for my son, you will spend your days next to me. Is that clear?” you can hear the smile in his voice, as you nod and consider kneeling. Then throw away that thought - it would be too polite.

“As you wish,” Odin repeats the order to the guards, and they quickly release you and lead you to a room in Allfather’s part of the castle - where Odin’s servants live. Doesn’t matter now - you just have to talk to your idiot and make sure he will not mess up badly when ruling Asgard. “Odin?”

“Yes, child,” the guard are still around you.

“I still want to have a funeral for Loki. Even without a body, he deserves to have proper good-byes,” Loki slowly nods. “I will take care of everything.”

“You are very loyal,” you can hear that Loki is actually surprised by that. “My son was lucky to have you as his friend.”

“I was lucky to have him,” yes, that is enough of acting for the guards - even if any rumors will run around, they won’t be because of you. You are still grieving, officially.

Tagged:  @memyselfandmaddox,  @one-big-dreamer, @leleleish, @everythingmarvelsherlockspn

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would you write a loki x supernatural one where they fell in love while the reader didnt have her memory bc of an accident and when she finally remembers she realizes shes a winchester and shes been through some shit and tells loki 'im not the person u fell in love with" since no-memory her is sweet and innocent and real her is not even though she cant deny her feelings for him. and one day a demon attacks the avengers tower and she has to tell them all the truth and capture the demon? thanks!!!

Hey,

So… Not a crossover expert. Not an expert at all, to be honest, so do not throw tomatoes please.

It is kinda long. And I have no idea what I did. I am sorry.

Name: Memories & Demons

“Maybe I should just keep it this way,” you offer to Loki, both of you sitting on a couch in his room in the Avengers base (he does not like the base, but ever since Thor has been spending here his every free second, Loki was forced to move here, so that one of the Avengers could always look after him). It is your regular memory training session - for the past few months, you have been trying to recall who you are and where you came from. Ever since you got into a terrible car crash and were found by Loki on his regular escape attempts, you have been unable to recall anything from your past. Sometimes you drew or wrote things that you have never seen before, but you could never bring them together into one image of what you are.

“Keep not knowing if I am calling you the right name? I mean, Sigyn is a very nice name, but don’t you want to know what is going on?” you nod slowly and lean back, resting your head on the back of the couch. Loki smiles and places his palm on your forehead. “Now, let’s do it. Relax and take a deep breath... Everything is fine, nothing bad will happen. Now try to recall the last thing you remember,” you think about how you opened your eyes, knowing nothing, and found Loki staring at you with genuine interest. “No, before that. Come on, love, you know you can,” you push your mind harder, through the black towel of amnesia. It would not work usually, but Loki’s magic aids you to pierce through the darkness, working as a blade to cut down the bushes that grew between you and your past. Those ‘bushes’ grew because of the head trauma that you suffered, but, thanks to Loki’s care, your health is fully recovered, and you can try to return your past.

“It’s pointless,” you inform him after a couple of minutes.

“It is never pointless. Keep trying,” you sign and return to your fairy tale forest. “Try a different technique,” you do that every time and fail every time, but you still try - sit down in the middle of the darkness and take a deep breath. “Now remember, you have the right to be here. It’s your memory.” 

“Right,” you really want to drop out, but Loki is right - you may be having a nice life now, but you don’t even know your name. Sigyn is indeed a very nice name, at least, it gets Thor to get quite happy every time he sees you next to Loki. But it is not yours. You let your thoughts turn to the idea of name until you realize something. “Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

“That’s my name,” Loki chuckles.

“That is a very good name. What do you do, Y/N?” it gets easier this time.

“I hunt… I hunt demons,” your job is important, you know that. Now you get why always feel that desire to carry salt around. And your drawings finally collide into one drawing - a demon trap. You were drawing triangles and hieroglyphs, you just never made it into one image.

“What else…”

“Dean.”

“Who is Dean?”

“He is… my brother. He taught me to hunt when Sammy ran away…” you open your eyes and fight yourself to not cry - your family history is not one of the most cheerful and happy things in your life. These few months were amazing, but it is about time you returned to your lonely being of a Winchester. Saving people. Hunting things. The damn family business.

“Y/N?” Loki smiles at you with gentle insecurity. “What is wrong, love?”

“You don’t really love me. Not the real me. You did not fall in love with me. You would never love the real me.”

“Y/N?”

“I am dangerous. It is in the blood, we do not have relationships, not us.”

“Us?”

“Winchesters. I am a Winchester,” you close your eyes and smile grimly. “And you are…”

“Still here. I am not leaving,” Loki tucks a curl behind your ear, and you shake from the overwhelming emotions. “Shhh.”

“That is so weird,” you blink quickly, your hand rising to check your belt where your knife usually rests. “Where is my knife?”

“The one you had when we first met?” you nod, and Loki snaps his fingers, making your knife appear on your lap. “I thought I better save it from Stark’s needy fingers.”

“Right,” you take the light blade and rest it in your palm. “That’s a good one,” you twist your hand, letting the blade swish through the air with a quiet sound. “It can cut through almost anything, Bobby gave it as a present, you know.”

“You know what?” Loki carefully covers your hand with his and looks you in the eye. “Let’s just settle down and see what we should do about all of that, alright?” you nod - you are way too confused to decide what to do with your life right now. As if there are two people inside of you - one is the innocent Sigyn that is in love with Loki and the team, and another is Y/N, the ruthless hunter that has to fight every desire to cuddle and have a regular life just to survive.

You have stopped spending so much time with Loki, opting for Hawkeye for gym workouts and Tony for hiding in the lab. You even started talking to Thor, just so that you can build better understanding of what and why happens with the multiverse. He is beyond helpful, except for the part where he still calls you Sigyn every time he starts talking about Loki. You are starting to realizing that there is something more behind that name, but you are too busy to deal with that right now.

“Did you ever notice how strange our job is?” you ask Tony one day, as you are sitting in his lab, playing with some electronic parts, while the genius is building another suit.

“Our job?”

“Well, we both protect people. But you fight people, and I… fight damn demons.”

“You should talk to Stephen Strange,” Tony chuckles. “He will have something to say about demons,” he stays quiet for some time, then looks at you. “Are you serious about demons?” you nod. “Black eyes? Strong desire to murder and take souls?” you nod again, and Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Is there a way to… recognize a demon?”

“Just say Christo,” you answer simply, not looking at Tony and missing how he shivers and looks away. “Or spray them with holy water, that will also burn them. Why the questions? I am sure no one here is possessed.”

“Oh, just making sure it is true, and the famous hunter Y/N is really back.”

“I am not that famous, Tony.”

“Maybe not compared to your brothers, but you for sure are causing some disturbance among the demon kingdom.”

“I really don’t think so… Wait, kingdom? I never told you that there is a king.”

“Well, there is definitely no president or democracy. That was the only option.”

“Right,” you shrug your shoulders and look at the ceiling. “Have you seen Loki?”

“No. Why?”

“Because I have no idea what he is doing, and that should worry you too, Tony.”

“What would he do?” you turn to Tony and frown. The heavy feeling rises in your chest, as Stark keeps reattaching same electrodes over and over again. 

“Should I go back to my old friends? I had a… well, a friend… Bobby. You know he greeted me every time we met?” you stand up next to Tony to see his eyes clearly. “He walked up to me, smiled and, a second before hugging me, literally screamed Christo!” Tony flinches, his eyes turning pitch black.

“That’s why Bobby Singer is no longer alive,” the demon gives you a long sly smile that makes you freeze. “You didn’t think we would let the infamous Y/N just go on and have a life, right?”

“How did you find me?”

“We were there to start the car accident, Y/N. Now let’s have some fun with your dear friends,” the demon snaps his fingers, knocking you out. You would have died (you should have), but you are suddenly grateful for Loki’s magic that protects you in every way possible. However, for now, you lose consciousness and fall on the floor, bashing your head against a corner of the table.

The next thing you see is Loki’s face in front of you, as he is helping you up.

“Everything alright?”

“Tony is a demon,” you cough out, and Loki sighs.

“I am glad you agree with me on that, but…”

“No, he is an actual demon. The one I hunt,” you slowly stand up and reach for the knife (that should have gone into the demon’s chest if you listened to your father) on your belt to only find emptiness. “Damn it.”

“You are an amazing hunter,” Loki murmurs, holding you close with one hand. “But I think you need some help.”

“We need… We need JARVIS,” you rub your forehead with one hand, then rest your forehead on Loki’s shoulder. “I mean, we can hunt him down and personally ask why he is being such a pain in the everything… Or we can turn on some exorcism on the entire base.”

“Did you hit your head too badly?” Loki sighs “If the demon is Tony, then no one has access to JARVIS.”

“JARVIS is an independent being, Loki,” you stand up straight, and he pulls away a little, giving you more freedom. “JARVIS, I need you to turn on the audio of track…” you look aside, trying to remember the exact name of the track you personally uploaded to JARVIS’ memory circuits the night you realized who you are. Right now not telling anyone about the track and the recorded exorcism sounds like a fantastic idea. “Track 476. Maximum volume all around the base.”

“Yes, ma’am,” within seconds, the track is turned on, and the entire base is filled with extremely loud Dean’s voice, chanting the exorcism. He gave this track to you as a birthday gift (and you had it as a ringtone for a long while), and you have never been more grateful because the words are still not clear in your mind (at least their order is not).

“That was smart,” Loki chuckles, as you see on one of the screens (used by SHIELD to not control the Avengers) how Tony’s demon makes some loud screechy noises of an unhappy bat and slowly leaves the genius’ body, leaving his on the floor - a bit confused but perfectly healthy.

“Yeah... But not giving you the rings and tattoos was very reckless of me,” you shake your head. It was your responsibility to hand every Avenger the anti-possession ring. Or make tattoo. Or at least draw it on their clothes. “I just almost got Tony killed... Hunters are not trained to exorcise. They are taught time and time again to kill the demons no matter what.”

“So you killed people?”

“Yeah,” your voice is quiet and hesitant.

“And that’s why you did not want to see me any more?” you nod, and Loki bursts into laughter, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against your temple. “Love, you are dating one of the mega-villains on this universe. I do not get to judge you for murder.”

“Yes, but...”

“I do not care how many people you killed while trying to save thousands others. Don’t be stupid,” you blush and look away. “As long as you are staying with me, I will even get that stupid tattoo.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“Yeah, I am sure it’s not,” Loki chuckles softly, as Steve literally breaks into the room, looking more worried that anyone else on the base - even Tony looks more focused and calm, as he crawls into the room and smiles at you.

“Lord, Captain, what happened to you?” Stark fixes his hoodie to look completely normal and raises his eyebrow. “Discovered the powers of a microwave and are so excited to share?”

“What the hell was that thing? Dark cloud of matter coming from Stark? I saw it on one of the screens in the main hall, what the hell was that?” Steve suddenly looks at you, and you recall (very painfully) that he was not told about demons. Or supernatural. And that right now you will have the questionable pleasure of introducing the poor 40′s man into the world of soul-selling.

“The hell part was right,” Loki chuckles and takes a couple of steps back, together with Stark. “We will just let you chat... Discuss...”

Tagged: @memyselfandmaddox,  @one-big-dreamer, @leleleish

[toomanyfandomsinonebrain]

hi!! your last imagine was wonderful, like all of them, keep the good work up!! i was wondering... are the crossover imagines i requested coming out anytime soon? is okay if they arent though, take your time to do your art!

Hey there,

They are in the works, but, as I have never before written a crossover, it is taking me a ton of time. I may release one of them tomorrow or today (if we are really lucky, otherwise I am just working on that).

Sorry))