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Atlas: Space, Jupiter

TITLE: Atlas: Space

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: 7/12

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine narrating episodes of Loki’s life with the Avengers based on the songs from Sleeping At Last’s “Atlas: Space” album.

RATING: T-M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Welcome to my Sleeping At Last’s Atlas: Space challenge, aka Another writing project I do not have time for, but my brain insisted on doing.

This series will be less like a multichapter fic and more of a one-shot compendium, but that they all interconnect in one way or another. It will revolve around Loki and Becca’s relationship (Taking Turns, Glow, Helmet Heists–don’t worry, more Loki-Charlie stuff will be along) and I will use those one-shots as reference to the timeline. Each chapter will be one song, used as inspiration for the story.

Chapter 7: Jupiter

Summary: Tony has warned Loki and Becca about their heart eyes interfering with their work. So, what do they do? They sneak around in secret, of course. Well, sort of secret. (Post Taking Turns.)

Warnings include: Language, annoyingly soft domesticity, self-sabotage (I wonder who -.-). Fluff. All the fluff.

Wrote it down in the winter of 1610 Just a secret under lock and key until then While collecting the stars, I connected the dots I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not I’m just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit, in orbit Like a magnet it beckoned my metals towards it, towards it

Loki sat basking in the warmth of the mid-morning sunshine at the corner of the development lab. He had cleared out a small corner of one of the lab benches and settled in with a few reference books and an empty notebook. In his head, his goal for the day was to uncover the secrets of an ancient tome he had only just found on a trip off-world. Ink marred his fingers, the ball-point pen running as he hurriedly jotted down notes, but his focus was somewhere else entirely. It was with the empty side of his bed that morning, and the faint smell of vanilla and sugar lingering on his pillow; with his favorite jumper, and the fact that it had been unceremoniously tossed on a chair.

He had set course for the lab as soon as he was able, like a magnet searching its opposite charge.

Movement out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention and he cut his eyes towards it. Becca’s form caused him to double-take. Quiet and concentrated, she tinkered with a prototype for the Spiderboy’s suit. His stare grazed over the elegant column of her neck, craned at a slightly awkward angle as deft fingers took care to place tiny components onto a circuit board. Loki forced himself to continue working, though his body would betray him, only to stare blankly at the object of his affections, like a fool. Shaking his head, he turned back to his notebook and promptly groaned when he noted that part of his notes had been obscured by a rough sketch of Rebecca, bent over her work.

Loki had never been one to indulge in drawing or any other form of art, though he certainly did not lack the ability. His lines were smooth and deliberate, and though looked true to model, they lacked the same warmth and light Rebecca naturally exuded. It did little to capture the dainty shadows of her eyelashes on her cheekbones or the soothing aura that enveloped him as soon as he got near arm’s reach. Nor did it portray his overwhelming need to act cool and collected when he was in her presence, when all he wanted to do was talk until he had discovered every last secret of hers, and she of his.

“What are you doing?” The voice appeared in his ear so suddenly that he started. He slammed his notebook closed a second later. “Jeez, since when are you so jumpy?”

“I was distracted. Didn’t think I’d be snuck up on in the middle of the day in the lab,” he grumbled, turning in his seat to face her.

Almost compulsively, his hand sought to pull her closer, resting at the point he knew that bullet had pierced her skin, months ago. He shouldn’t want to pull her into his arms and kiss her and promise her the world, when he knew full well it could hurt her. But he got so easily swept up in the delicious sweetness of her character behind closed doors and the way her eyebrow quirked when she was about to say something clever and sexy.

Becca brushed some of his dark locks out of his face and behind his ear, taking care to brush her fingers all the way down his neck before retreating. She smiled, something secret and intimate, before sighing. “You know better than to come in here while I’m working, Loki.”

“I wanted to see you,” he breathed, leaning forward until his forehead rested on her collarbone. Becca immediately petted his hair back as a shiver ran down his spine. “No one was here and Stark–”

“Already warned us about dating interfering with our work, and you know it.”

“I’m sorry I cannot resist the temptation of your charms.” He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat and ghosted his lips over her neck until he felt her resolve melt. “Do you want to tell Stark you’re sick and go someplace else?”

She snorted. “It’s Saturday, Loki. I can go wherever I want.” He righted himself, quick as a flash, narrowing his eyes at her with a frown. “Seriously, glance at the calendar, every now and then.”

“Why are you here, then?”

“My boyfriend was deep in slumber this morning, so I kept myself occupied.” She grinned brightly, cocking her hip to rest her weight on one leg, the shift causing her curves to stand out in stark relief. His fingers shifted from his thigh to the spot where her wide hips flared and just the barest bit of bone jutted out delicately. He was fascinated with how his hands fit so perfectly onto her body.

“Why, pray tell, would you not just sneak into my bed and wait for me to wake?” He growled playfully.

“I wasn’t looking for disappointment so early in the mor–” The wind left her lungs in the form of a yelp as she was thrown over Loki’s shoulder and he blipped out of existence from the lab.

Make my messes matter Make this chaos count Let every little fracture in me Shatter out loud

Despite the fact that every member of the team had accommodations at Stark Tower, Becca had maintained her small apartment in the city. It was across the street from a small community park, filled with trees and laughing children, and not a single concern about HYDRA or alien races or some other world problem. It had quickly become their little escape spot whenever they felt the tower was staring at them too hard or too often.

Becca had been apprehensive of bringing Loki here. No one could ever say that she lived in the lap of luxury or that she had the best and most comfortable furnishings in the land, but this little shoebox was her safe space–her own little world. She feared Loki would have more than a few less than kind things to say about it. Instead, he embraced the familiar coziness of the small sofas and huddled into the warmth of the afghans she would wrap him in when he inevitably fell asleep while intending to devour her book collection. Not only that, but he looked so at peace in her little world. Every morning she woke to him neck-deep in bedsheets and duvets, looking as if he had been sharing that bed with her from the moment she got this apartment, just after her doctorate.

“No, Tony, I don’t know where Mischief is,” she said into the STARKphone balanced on her shoulder as she played with Loki’s hair. The man in question smirked up at her from his place on her lap. “Did you check his room? The library? What does his GPS say?” She contained a giggle when Loki turned to blow raspberries into her stomach to make her laugh. “I’m at home, working on that plasma cannon patent you wanted.” Biting down on her lip, she smacked Loki’s shoulder to deter his agenda of making her break. “OK. Talk to you later, Tony.” When Becca hung up, her eyes narrowed at the giggling man with the bright blue eyes. “I will have to find some way to punish you for that.”

Loki chuckled, his long arms drawing her torso down so he could kiss her. “Mmm… punish away, love.”

“Kinky bastard.”

He frowned momentarily. “You’re the one who insists on following Stark’s rules, not I. Why am I the one being punished?”

Becca rolled her eyes, as if she hadn’t answered this question a million times before. “If he knew you the way I do, we wouldn’t need any damn rules.”

“Darling, if he knew me the way you do, I would have swindled him out of his company with a thorough fuc–”

“Ugh, you’re the worst!” She groaned, but promptly bent down to recapture his lips with her own. He pretended he was unaffected by the precious ache that tore his soul whenever she indulged his ridiculousness, every time she tended to a fissure in his dry, sarcastic armor.

Make my messes matter Make this chaos count Let every little fracture in me Shatter out loud

The breeze that blew through the summer leaves was perfumed with flowers and the lingering scent of petrichor from an earlier shower. It sweetened the secretive meeting under the great oak tree. Loki had walked away in a huff after a disagreement with Thor, and Becca had been at her home all week, working on some paperwork for Stark. It wouldn’t be long before Thor, Tony, or even Natasha went off to search for him, so they enjoyed each other’s company for as long as they could.

“Have you ever been off-world?” Loki asked, back against the tree with Becca resting on his chest, between his legs. He was playing with her hair, making long braids and twisting them into patterns on her head.

Becca laughed. “Have I been to space? No. I have not.”

“I should take you somewhere. There’s so much more than dreary Midgard.” He kissed her cheek as he pinned a braid behind her ear. “I could take you somewhere pretty.”

“I’m sure traveling with someone who’s pissed off half the galaxy is a grand idea, Loki,” she teased, and he pinched her side lightly before chuckling.

“They don’t hate me everywhere.” He considered it shortly while twisting a strand into a rose. “Just most places.”

She half-turned in her spot, leaving Loki to stop his work to attend her focused stare. “Loki, I love…t-to travel. It’d be fun to go off-world with you.” Her cheeks were a deep shade of red when she turned back around, leaving Loki to smile, almost proudly to himself. The smile faltered almost, instantly, the darker side of him chiming in about how it was a bad idea to get attached. She had not been wrong–his reputation would more than likely land them both in hot water. It took more than a minute to bring himself back to the whimsical state of mind he had been in a few seconds prior.

Becca’s phone buzzed and she turned it over to see a text from Tony that read Need to discuss web-shooter patents, followed by Tell Lokes I said hi. “Oh, busted.” She giggled before getting onto her knees and turning to face him. “I’ll see you later, Loki,” she muttered, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him before getting up and dusting the dirt off. “Don’t forget to lock the door behind you when you leave.” She was out of sight a moment later.

Her smile felt like a balm to his troubled soul. But it was still troubled. Why did every little morsel of affection feel like a wound and why did he want them so badly? Was it because of the affection or the pain? Did she deserve to live with this darkness? Would it dim her light? Could he even think about letting her go?

Groaning, he banished all thought from his brain and made his way back to her apartment. He would worry about this later.

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imaginejamesandsirius · 7 years

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Hello, could you write a mafia au fic which full of fluff and angst (and no voldemort too)? Thank you so much

Sirius woke slowly, warm and comfortable, with every intention of going right back to sleep. He would have, too, if James hadn’t nibbled on his earlobe and let his hand drift lower on Sirius’s abdomen. “Morning.”

“Do the words ‘lie-in’ mean anything to you?” Sirius grumbled. He needed his sleep, especially since he had been out late last night working– though it’s not like James knew that (hopefully, at least, Sirius had done his level best to sneak in without waking him).

“Of course they do,” he said mildly, sounding far too awake to be innocent. “And that’s what this is.” He slipped his hand in Sirius’s pants. “No alarms, no places to be, just us, in bed, having a good time.”

Afterwards, he did fall asleep again, but only for an hour. All the same, he felt well-rested, but he wasn’t about to say that in so many words to James– it would only make it worse and then he really wouldn’t get any sleep in the future.

Sirius stretched, contently feeling his muscles pull and settle. He padded over and picked up his bag, heading to the loo to change.

James looked sad when he saw it. “I thought you had the day off.”

“Just the morning,” Sirius said, leaving his bag just inside the loo before he headed over to give James a kiss.

James caught his hand when he turned to leave. “Can’t you stay?”

“Babe–”

“You work every day, you stay out late, have to get up early, I- I feel like I never see you.” James sighed raggedly, letting go of Sirius’s hand. “I know your work is important to you, but you don’t have to be there every hour of every day, do you?”

Sirius closed his eyes, taking a measured breath. “Are we really going to fight about this again?” When he opened his eyes again, he wasn’t looking at James.

“I guess not,” James said, something there in his tone that Sirius didn’t recognise and that frightened him.

“Look, I’ll- I’ll see if I can get off early tonight, and we can talk then. Okay?” He waited until James nodded, though he didn’t look happy about it. He swallowed. “I love you.” He didn’t wait for a response this time because he knew that James wasn’t going to say it back right now.

It was harder than it usually was, to strap on his various weapons, especially his shoulder holsters, which were only hidden by his suit jacket. But he did, all the same. Regulus needed him, and while he could survive without him, there was no one trained to do Sirius’s part that could immediately take over for him.

With every passing day though, he more seriously considered asking Reg if he could leave. The fact of the matter was that James was more important to him than helping maintain the Black Family’s empire, and while he didn’t want to stop, he would if it meant he got to keep James, and James… Sirius wanted him in his future, had bought an engagement ring a couple months ago, but knew he couldn’t give it to him without coming clean. And then James would leave.

Sirius shook his head to try and clear it of those thoughts. If he kept thinking about this, he wouldn’t get any work done. He lingered before leaving the flat, looking at James and trying to think of what he could say, but came up blank. “We’ll talk tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

~~~

Remus sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to get anything done for a while. “Alright, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Sirius snapped, not caring that he was proving Remus right.

“Problems at home?” he asked loftily because he’s an arse and if Sirius was going to be rude to him, he might as well get something out of it.

“Don’t think that just because you’re shagging my brother I won’t shoot you.”

Bingo. Remus snorted derisively, which was fair. Even if Reg and Remus weren’t together, attacking their best bodyguard would be counterproductive. And besides Sirius didn’t shoot that many people– that was the Wolf’s job.

Sirius clenched the pen he was holding tighter in his hand. “James is getting suspicious.”

“So tell him.”

“I can’t tell him!”

“Then dump him.”

Sirius glared at him. “Dumping him is the opposite of a solution.”

Remus shrugged and Sirius doubled down on his glare. “Talk to Regulus if you want advice.”

“I didn’t ask for your advice, you offered it.”

“And you should’ve known well enough to recognise it was a terrible idea to listen.” Remus pointed towards the door. “He should be in the study.”

Sirius didn’t bother protesting, just dropped the pen and left. Regulus was indeed in the study. He took one look at Sirius and put away the papers he was looking at, bookmarked his spot and gave Sirius his full attention. “Business issue or personal?”

“Personal.”

“Ah.” Regulus took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. He set them down and headed for the table of liquor. “You want anything?”

“No.” He sat on the armchair next to Regulus’s, slouching because here it was just the two of them. He took off his jacket and holster, carefully folding them over the arm.

Reg sat back down, careful of his tumbler full of whiskey. “So. James?”

“No, Remus,” he said sarcastically. He sighed, letting his hair down and running a hand through it.

“Another fight?”

“Not… quite.” He sighed again, burying his face in his hands. “It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated.”

“You’re with someone outside the organisation, this could only be complicated,” Regulus said, but his tone was understanding. It had been relatively easy for him, falling for someone he already trusted and knew the most important aspects of his life.

“I’m quitting.”

Regulus froze. “What?”

Sirius looked at his brother, sad but determined. “I can’t lose him, Reg. I can’t.”

“You don’t have to leave, we can figure something out. Delegate a few responsibilities so your hours are less, and–”

“Reg.”

He stopped, swallowing down his panic compulsively and staring into his glass. “I can’t lose you either, you know. Are you- are you sure you have to quit?” He lifted his gaze, eyes desperate.

Sirius leaned forward, putting his hand on Regulus’s arm. “I don’t want to, but- it’s the only solution I can think of.”

“Why don’t you tell him?” Sirius shook his head, but Reg continued on. “He loves you, Sirius, he might be okay with it.”

“That’s a very big ‘might’. I’m not willing to risk it.”

“Okay.” Regulus set his glass down and turned to Sirius fully. “Let’s say you quit, get some nine to five job, and never tell him. How long will you last in that? You love this, Sirius, even when Orion was in charge you couldn’t stay away, and you hated him. So tell me: how long will your uneventful, domestic life keep you satisfied?”

…Sirius crumpled. Regulus got out of his chair to give him an awkwardly angled half-hug. “He’ll leave.”

“If you don’t do anything, he’ll leave anyways.”

~~~

Sirius wanted to procrastinate, wanted to stay as long as he could so he could put off talking to James. He didn’t though, knowing that if he stayed late James would be in a bad mood, and he had promised to try and get home earlier than usual.

He hadn’t thought about how often he stayed late for work until James had brought it up the first time, and then again now, seeing how surprised James was to see him. He hadn’t truly realised how that affected his boyfriend.

“You’re home early,” he said, something close to awe in his voice.

“I said I would be.” Sirius started taking off his shoes.

“No, you said you would try.” James’s tone made it clear how well that had worked in the past.

Sirius spent some time making sure his shoes were exactly straight where they were sat next to James’s, as if James wouldn’t see right through that. “Well. I made it this time.”

James sighed, sounding dangerously close to telling Sirius that yeah, he loved him, but he couldn’t do this anymore. “Baby you can’t make one good gesture one time and think it’ll solve everything.”

“I know.” Sirius sat on the couch next to him, taking his hand in both of his own and studying his face. “You know I love you, right?”

James nodded. “That’s not what has ever been in question.”

It was more serious than either of them usually were, but this was the most serious conversation they’d ever needed to have. “Do you remember when we met- you made a joke about me being part of the Black Family?”

“Yes,” he said slowly.

Sirius took off his jacket, showing the firearms underneath.

“Shit,” James said, leaning back slightly, and this- this right fucking here is why Sirius had said it was a terrible idea. “You’re– is that safe?”

Thrown, Sirius just said, “Er, the guns? I mean… they’re guns.” When James continued to stare at him, he added, “There’s only so safe they can be.”

“I guess I’ll take what I can get,” James said, now eyeing the weapons as if he were afraid they’d suddenly hurt Sirius– and wasn’t that a twist. Sirius had been sure James would think he was going to hurt him, no matter how ridiculous the thought would have been. “So you’re in the mafia?”

Sirius blinked. “Mob, actually. The mafia is strictly Italian, and I’m not, so.”

“And your brother and his boyfriend, they are too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh. Not gonna lie, I feel a little left out.”

That startled a laugh out of Sirius. “You’re not mad or scared or- or anything?”

“I’m a little scared,” he admitted. “Being in the mafia can’t be very safe for you. Mob, sorry,” he corrected, holding up a hand as if Sirius would be offended at the mix-up.

“No, I mean… you’re okay with this?”

“It’s- well, honestly it explains a lot.” James made a face. “Like why you’re working so much. Guess that’s not changing.”

“I can be home a little bit more,” he offered. “There’s,” he sighed, “a lot of paperwork, things to read that I don’t need to be there for. I just couldn’t bring them home before because you didn’t know.”

“Oh,” James said, looking relieved. “So you can- start that soon?”

“Yeah.” Sirius scoot a bit closer to him, petting a hand through James’s hair. “You really don’t mind?” he asked, needing to make sure.

“No, I don’t mind.”

~~~

A few weeks later, things were going well between them, and Sirius was adjusting surprisingly well to not working 24/7. “Hey babe?” Sirius called out. “Is my bag in there?”

“Yeah!”

“Could you grab my gum? It should be in the largest section.”

“Your gun?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, wanting to laugh at the dread in James’s voice– he didn’t like touching guns, always convinced it would magically go off while he was holding it. “Gum,” he yelled back, over-pronouncing the ‘m’. “Y’know that minty stuff you chew?”

“Oh, gum! Yeah one sec.”

Sirius snorted, smiling absently down at the money-record for one of their restaurants– a little more money was going in than planned. It would never stop being funny that there were regular people who frequented their covers. He wondered if they knew, but didn’t mind.

James slowly shuffled back into the room, causing Sirius to look up in concern. “You okay?” he started to ask, cutting off abruptly when he saw what James was holding– a little black velvet ring box that Sirius had put into his bag shortly after buying because he didn’t want James to accidentally stumble upon it. “Ah.”

James rubbed his thumb over the top of it, but was looking at Sirius. “When were you planning on asking?”

Sirius shrugged, shoulders tight, as he moved the report off of his lap.

“You bought an engagement ring without knowing when you were going to ask?” he asked, disbelieving.

“I bought it before you knew what I did for a living, I couldn’t ask you to marry me then.”

James narrowed his eyes and walked closer to the couch. “How long ago did you buy this?”

“Er. Couple months.”

James sat in his lap and kissed him. “You’re a dumbarse,” he muttered against his lips. He kissed him again and shoved the box against Sirius’s chest. “If you don’t ask me now, I won’t get back up for your gum.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “You want me to propose and then go back to work?”

James sighed. “Just ask me, you berk.”

“Marry me?”

“That was the worst proposal ever,” James declared, but held his hand out when Sirius picked up the ring to put it on his finger. “And yes, I will.”

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