You don’t know what it’s like - Professor Lupin x reader fluff
Warnings: none
Age gap but Reader is of age!
Just very soft sweet Professor Lupin
“You don’t know what it’s like to be a monster”
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Y/N knocked on his door, quieter than she should’ve, she raised her hand determinedly but the rap she ended up delivering was far less assured. A similarly quiet
“Come in” came from behind the door, soft enough that one could only hear the sound if they were listening for it.
Inside sat Professor Lupin, shifting a pile of papers from his desk to the shelf behind him, leaving only a stack of books, a small scattering of stationary and a cup of tea on his table. She gave him a small smile, but couldn’t manage to hold his eye contact for more than a few seconds, talking to Professor Lupin always made her flustered, she’d get hot all over, grow far too shy and had to focus hard to process his words, her eyes always seeming to wander his face instead of paying attention to what he said.
He wordlessly gestured to the chair in front of him, and she sat down as routinely as she could, smoothing out her skirt and leaning back, although she did not relax in her seat. He flashed that soothing, gentle smile again, looking at her earnestly.
“What did you want to tell me, Y/N?” his voice dripped like honey as tenderness emanated from his being, from his cinnamon eyes down to his cozy cardigan wrapped around him. It almost made her want to leave, to not burden him with a problem of such petty ugliness, it felt wrong to divulge something so hideous to someone of his virtue.
“I don't expect you to do anything or offer any help after this sir” she prefaced nervously and swallowed thickly before continuing.
“There’s just times I find it hard to be myself and I just wanted to get it off my chest” she said, making Professor Lupin lean in curiously.
“I feel so out of place sir. I’ve got a decent amount of friends, only of whom feels close. I feel cowardly and weak with the Gryffindors, lazy and apathetic with the Slytherins and I feel judgemental and so flawed with the Hufflepuffs. I’m either too loud or too quiet, too hot-tempered or too calm. I feel like I'm just stuck in a torturous middle ground that’s lonely sir.” Her eyes began to water slightly.
“And I don't know it makes you question yourself, to be on the outside with everyone and everything for some reason” she sighed, an exhale that conveyed a deep exhaustion, the fatigue of not being enough.
“But sir, the worst part is that no one understands. No one shares my dissatisfactions the way I do. No one seems to care that Professor Binns only gives the good assignments to guys. No one gives a shit about the fact that care of magical creatures pretends to be educational but only reinforces mistreatment of creatures” she added.
Remus could sense the millions of examples she longed to let flow, but a tiredness stopped her, a hopeless exhaustion of sorts. He looked at her sympathetically, his eyes shining with something she couldn’t quite discern, compassion mixed with…
“I’m just so angry all the time. It feels like everyone else is blind to everything that causes me so much pain, or worse, they choose not to see it!” She exclaimed desperately.
“It makes me wonder if I’m the problem, if me being me is the reason I’m doomed to never be okay like everyone. Sometimes it makes me feel like some freakish monster” she confessed sorely.
If she had been paying attention, Y/N would have noticed the way he subtly flinched at that last word before composing himself with practiced swiftness.
His voice interrupted her swirl of thoughts.
“Y/N” the way he said her name was soft but firm, something so simple that instantly sent a rush of warmth through her.
“You are not a monster” his voice came out thin as he said the last word, his usual conviction faltering.
“You just haven’t found your place and your people yet. Those around you live in a vastly different world and they’re just not aligned with you” he explained.
“Their concerns are juvenile and unoriginal, they aren’t the free thinker you are. That’s why you feel so distant” he spoke. He reached out a hand from across the table to grasp her own, his fingers dwarfing hers.
“And you certainly aren’t anything near a monster” he consoled her.
“No offense sir but I don’t really trust that. You don’t know what it’s like to be a monster” She said dismissively, missing Remus’s very visible gulp while stuck in her own head.
“You’re like the sweetest, kindest person ever, you have no idea what it’s like to feel so-” she struggled to find the word.
“Horrid” she settled on.
He was silent for a moment, Y/N painfully unaware of the way her words hung in the air, dissipating tension. The notion of internalising that was too much to handle right now, so he simply let out a light chuckle.
“You’d be surprised sweetheart. But I’m glad you don’t see it” he replied.
“Mmmm” she murmured, although her tone showed she didn’t agree.
“You do see it?” He questioned confusedly.
“No not that. I’d rather someone saw my ugly side though. Understood it, validated it. I feel like if someone understands your anger and your dissatisfactions they understand your soul. Shared happiness is common and sympathy is just supportive, but you can’t fake a connection made out of anger. It’s real and it’s ugly but it’s honest” she illustrated.
Her words left a hollow ache in Lupin’s chest, and suddenly the room fell very silent, a silence that rang in his ears as he tried to find a way to comfort her.
“Well unfortunately I see what you’re talking about but I refuse to label it as monstrous” he said.
“You are lovely and sweet, intelligent and bold, you are wonderful, and you’ve been taught otherwise by the world around you but the world is often wron-” the weight of his own words hit him all at once.
“Sometimes the world’s judgments can be wrong,” he finished.
“And you should never evaluate yourself by their standards” he gazed deeply into her eyes hoping his message would sink in, one way or another.
“Well if that is true then you shouldn’t view monsters as bad. Or as bad as people think they are” she quipped. Professor Lupin nodded thoughtfully and then moved around to lean against the front of the desk. He stood beside her, towering over her seated figure. He kneeled down, gazing into her eyes, warm brown orbs boring into her. She felt as if he could see her soul, and was dissecting her, piece by piece, laying the pieces down gently, the way one does a puzzle, one they care about more than they should.
“You’ll find people who will appreciate you for you” he murmured, taking both of her hands in his own and holding them close to his chest. He pulled them closer slowly, silently asking her permission, she let them drift to him, brushing over the fuzz of his jersey.
“How will I know I’ve found them sir?” She asked under her breath, although it wasn’t really a question. She was really asking him if the closeness between them had any underlying meaning.
If he could feel the soft tension, not burning but simmering carefully, not threatening to bubble over but high enough that peeking would reveal what was underneath. She longed to know if he could feel the growing warmth between them, if he could hear the way her heart thumped one more beat each second.
She shivered at the intensity of his gaze, honey brown eyes refusing to leave her own. She found herself leaning in, gravitating toward him of her own accord, until their lips were mere millimetres from each other.
She sucked in a breath at the sight of his pillowed pink lips, which caused them to curve up slightly.
“You’re nervous” he commented, with a hint of knowing smugness, but she was too flustered to even care. She was sure the heat overtaking her entire body had crept up to her face and turned her cheeks flush pink, she probably looked a pathetic sight, a painfully uncomposed bundle of shyness practically breaking under the weight of his touch.
“What could I do to prove you’re not a monster to me” he said, his breath fanning over her face as a couple strands of hair fell over his forehead. Another question they both knew didn’t need answering, it only heightened the invisible flame between them.
But Y/N could bear the tension no more, she crashed into him, her body tumbling forward as their lips smashed together, Professor Lupin caught her, pulling her into his lap as he deepened their kiss. It was as if the honey from his eyes and voice dripped down her body, warmth spreading from her mouth down to the edge of her fingertips, melting her from within. She was enveloped in his sweet smell, an intoxicating blend of chocolate and coffee, she could feel his large palms splayed on her back, pressing her against him. Her fingers tangled in the tufts of his messy brown hair that sat at the base of his neck. Their lips intertwined over and over, the rush of warmth each kiss sent through her was addictive, even breathing barely seemed worth it, in the face of such a glow.
Eventually they broke apart, leaving her dizzy and still falling toward him. She let her torso slump into his, her head resting on his shoulder as she took in the sense of peaceful bliss. For the first time in a long time her mind had gone quiet, all thought subsumed by the enchanting man she clung to, she was almost delirious after the effects of his kisses, she began to giggle just to release all of the excess energy. Professor Lupin too let out a chuckle whose rumble she felt rippling across his chest. One of his hands now rested around her waist, keeping her close to him while the other gently stroked her hair, carding through her strands and then rubbing her neck or cheek fondly.
Soundlessly that monster slipped away, chased away by her gentle 6,2 rescuer, who could defeat darkness with something more powerful than weapons… softness.
۶ৎ Summary : Eomer, the Rohirrim prince, couldn't seem to take his eyes off you; your performance burned in his mind. He caught you when you stumbled, though someone else didn’t look pleased. Legolas, feeling a strange, sharp jealousy, found your lips the only thing that could ease the hunger building inside him.
A/n : WOOOO! Idk why, but the more I write, the longer each fic gets. Lmk if you like long focs or short ones cause this might get abit out of hand. 😭 But oh well, hope yall enjoy this onee! (From the 'f!reader not from middle-earth series) can be read as a one-shot too yeaa :3 +more to come soonn!!
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The noise never truly faded when your song ended. Instead sound rolled on in its wake, laughter ringing bright, tankards striking wood in careless cheer, voices rising over one another in eager praise.
People leaned close together, retelling your performance with bright eyes and wide smiles, their words growing more animated with every sip of ale. You caught fragments of your own melody hummed badly, fondly, as if it had given them something to hold onto for the night.
Firelight trembled along the stone walls, spilling amber light across faces flushed with drink and delight, shadows flickered like restless spirits at the edges of the room.
Joy filled the space around you, warm and bright, but it no longer reached inside. The energy that once held you upright slipped away little by little, leaving a hollow tiredness behind. Your arms felt heavier at your sides, your legs slower to move.
You drew a breath and found it shallow, your chest tight with the strain of giving so much of yourself away in song. Your limbs soon felt distant from you, slow to obey, weighed down by exhaustion and the lingering haze of drink.
The sounds around you began to blur at the edges, laughter stretched into echoes and voices drifted far away, as though you were sinking beneath water.
The floor soon tilted subtly beneath your boots. You tried your best to steady yourself, tried to gather what little strength remained, but it slipped through your grasp like sand. One step faltered after another, and suddenly your knees gave way.
A small gasp left your lips as the world lurched sideways, the stone floor rushing toward you in a dizzying sweep. Instinct tensed your body for the inevitable impact—but it never came.
An arm had caught you mid-fall, as it wrapped around your waist and pulled you upright with effortless strength. The sudden steadiness was disorienting, your weight drawn against something solid, something firm to the touch. Leather brushed against your sleeve, and with it came the faint scent of the wind clung onto it.
Your vision swam as you turned your head, and through the haze you found yourself gathered securely in Éomer, the prince of Rohan's arms.
"My apologies, my lady," he said, his voice low and smooth to your ears, each word wrapped in effortless grace. "Another breath and the floor would have claimed you for its own." He continued on, the words reached you as though borne on a distant breeze, with the faintest hint of amusement at the way fate had conspired to place you in his hold.
His arm remained firm around your waist, steadying you, his touch warm through the fabric of your attire. His gaze then dipped briefly, as if confirming you were truly upright now, before lifting again to meet your eyes. And in that look, the formal politeness softened, easing into something more personal, more attentive over you.
"You seem unsteady," he said quietly, the faint curve of his mouth softening the words spoken. "I would not forgive myself if harm befell you within my sight."
A faint, dazed smile curved your lips when you heard his words, your eyelids fluttering as you tried to keep the world from spinning. "Mhmmm…" you managed, the sound barely more than a murmur.
Your body relaxed more than it should have, your weight sinking back into him as if he were the only solid thing left in your current tilting world.
Even in your half-sober state, you could not command your balance. Standing upright felt like a task meant far beyond you in your current state.
Éomer felt the shift instantly. Not just the physical weight of you leaning, but the quiet surrender in it. The way your muscles softened, and the way your hand loosened at his arm, trusting rather than bracing.
Éomer's breath stilled for half a second, his hold adjusted without drawing attention to it, palm spreading more securely at your waist as he grounded you against him.
There was nothing hurried in the movement, nothing unsure. He simply made himself steadier, stronger, as though the very earth beneath his boots answered to his call.
You fit against him too easily. His gaze lowered to your face now, studying the faint haze in your eyes, the small, absent curve of your smile. You looked unaware of how close you were standing, unaware of how openly you leaned into him, of how your cheek hovered dangerously near his chest.
A flicker of something crossed his expression, something warmer than amusement, heavier than mere concern.
"My lady," he said quietly, voice losing some of its polished formality. It was softer now, lower in tone.
You exhaled again, another quiet hum slipping past your lips as the world continued to tilt around you. The distant sounds of the hall seemed to have sounded far away, muffled by the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath your ear.
He hesitated. Then, carefully, his hand shifted just slightly higher along your side, not wandering, not improper, but ensuring you would not slip from his grasps. His thumb pressed faintly against the curve of your waist, grounding you there.
"If you continue to lean so freely," he murmured, a faint warmth threading through his tone, "I may begin to think you're doing this intentionally.
His eyes soon found its way back on you again, as it lingered on your face searching, perhaps for clarity, perhaps for permission.
You had drawn his attention earlier that night, your performance bright with life and spirit, impossible to ignore. But this version of you, unguarded, your softened expression, sure did stirred a quieter concern in him, something gentler than admiration.
A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, warm with fond amusement over your unguarded state. "It seems the cups have conquered you tonight, my lady..."
The sound of his words vibrated faintly beneath your cheek, low and steady, and you felt it more than you heard it. His breath brushed over your hair as he dipped his head slightly, not close enough to crowd you, just near enough that his presence felt enclosing.
His thoughts clearly had already left the celebration long behind with you now in his arms. He had started considering where you might sit, where you might rest before collapsing from sheer fatigue.
Though you had other thoughts entirely.
"No," you protested at once. A small pout formed on your lips, your brows knitting in stubborn denial. It might have been convincing, had your body not betrayed you by swaying dangerously.
Your shoulder dipped to one side as you finished protesting, your footing faltering as the corridor tilted in a way it absolutely should not have.
Thankfully, Éomer reacted quick, his arm soon tightened around your waist in one swift, controlled motion, pulling you securely back against him, while his other hand came up instinctively to steady your upper arm.
His breath left him in a quiet exhale, not frustration, not annoyance, something closer to restrained laughter.
"Oh?" he murmured, one brow lifting faintly as he looked down at you. "No?" he repeated, slower this time.
The corners of his mouth curved despite his effort to remain composed. The warmth in his voice was unmistakable now, a low amusement that he did not bother to hide. His hand remained steady at your waist, thumb pressing lightly as if to test whether you might attempt another heroic stand on your own.
"You deny it," he continued, the faintest smile curving at the corner of his mouth in defeat, "yet the evidence seems… quite determined to prove otherwise."
"I am perfectly fine!" you insisted, sealing the claim with a determined press of your lips. And perhaps you would have continued your valiant defense—had another gaze not been resting on you.
From across the hall, removed from the warmth and laughter, Legolas stood in stillness.
His arms were folded across his chest, yet there was no ease in his posture. His fingers curled slightly into the fabric at his sleeves, as if holding himself in place, reminding him to stay in place.
His sharp gaze was fixed on the sight before him, on you leaning into another's hold, on the Rohirrim prince looking at you as though you were something worth guarding.
He did not have a name for the feeling that stirred within him. Only that it burned. A tight, unfamiliar heat coiled in his chest as he watched. His jaw tightened, his breath no longer as steady as it had been moments before.
Why should this trouble him? Why should his heart beat as though he stood on a battlefield? He told himself it was nothing. A passing irritation, a fleeting thought just like any other time. Yet his feet nearly moved of their own accord. One step forward followed by another, halted only by discipline.
An urge tugged at him, persistent and unwelcome: to cross the hall, to place himself between you and Éomer, to interrupt the quiet closeness that had formed. To claim a space he had never thought to claim.
Ever since you've returned, everything felt the same as it was before. You both knew of each others true feelings for one another, yet it felt all the same all over again, that was the torment of it.
That realization unsettled him most of all. He wanted your hand in his because you chose it. He wanted your breath to falter because of him and not because you were trying to maintain your composure or whatever. He wanted to stop pretending that the space between you was necessary.
Most of all, he wanted the right to claim what already felt his, not in arrogance, but in longing just for you, only you.
Your presence beside him was no longer enough after knowing you felt the same, it did not soothe him one bit. It only made the hunger sharper, because now he was not fighting doubt. He was fighting desire.
And he was no longer certain how much longer he could bear it.
Then his gaze flickered away, catching movement across the hall. A group of men were tossing apples back and forth, laughing recklessly with each catch and throw, their voices echoing loud in his ears.
Legolas soon took notice over the apples arced through the air, some landing perfectly in waiting hands, others wobbling dangerously before being snatched in the nick of time. The sight sparked something quick and cunning behind his eyes.
He knew exactly what he would do.
In one fluid motion, he lifted his bow. The movement was so natural, so swift, that few noticed until the string was already drawn. His world narrowed instantly, the laughter and tossing apples fading into the background. All that remained was a single, sharp line of intention stretching from his fingers to the space where you stood.
Before anyone could even react, the arrow tore through the air, slicing a silver streak that whistled sharply with its passage. Several heads turned instinctively, but too late to follow its path.
It flew with such precision that it passed mere inches between you and the Rohirrim prince, the rushing wind brushing lightly against your sleeve, before striking the tossed apple mid-arc. The fruit split with a crisp, satisfying crack, the arrow carrying it back to pin against the stone wall.
A stunned silence rippled outward around. Éomer's eyes widened at the sharp whistle of the arrow, and for a fraction of a second, his hold on you wavered. Reflexively, he reached to steady you, fingers brushing against yours, but that moment was all Legolas needed.
Legolas was already moving across the hall to you, he crossed the space like a gust of wind, light-footed and impossibly fast, his arms sliding around you before Éomer could regain his grasp. The warmth and strength of him pressed you back, grounding you instantly as your pulse raced in startled exhilaration.
A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the kind that spoke of quiet victory when he felt you in his arms. The earlier tension in his expression melted into cool composure, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his pride.
His gaze lifted deliberately toward the Rohirrim prince, calm but unmistakably triumphant, as if to silently declare that the moment, and you, were entirely his.
"My apologies," he said smoothly, voice clear enough for those nearby to hear. "I was merely demonstrating a trick." He said as he inclined his head toward the apple quivering on the wall, explaining the shot had been nothing more than casual sport.
"R-right! He was just showing a trick! Ha! Spectacular shot!" someone laughed, too loudly, eager to dissolve the tension somehow. Others quickly echoed the praise, and the hall slowly filled again with chatter and claps for the trick.
All but one.
The Rohirrim prince did not smile. His jaw tightened in fact, eyes narrowing as they moved from the arrow, to Legolas, to you, still held within the elve's embrace. The look he gave was sharp enough to cut, a storm barely held at bay.
"She should return to rest," he said, his tone clipped, each syllable carrying something fierce just beneath the surface. His arm extended toward you, hand moving with absolute certainty, full of purpose and unspoken urgency, a claim wrapped in concern, impossible to misread.
His gaze then landed on Legolas', storm-dark and focused, threading a silent warning across the space between them.
However, Legolas shifted slightly and slid into place, just enough to interpose himself between you and Éomer's reaching hand. The movement was subtle, but deliberate. Protective as if he claimed you.
"I will see to her," he replied, voice low and steady, yet carrying a quiet authority that brooked little argument. His arms did not loosen around you. If anything, they sunk deeper, more securely, as though he had already decided you were not leaving his side again.
Up close, you could feel the controlled tension in him, the way his breath remained even by will alone, the faint quickening of his heartbeat where your shoulder rested against his chest. His expression was serene, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something deeper than what you could comprehend.
"She is safe with me," he finished softly, though the words held the weight of a vow rather than reassurance. It was no longer a statement of fact—it became a promise. Hearing his words, your head snapped up at once, confusion and disbelief flashing across your face.
'Am I?' The question echoed in your own mind louder than the noise of the hall. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you studied him from this close, the calm curve of his expression, the quiet certainty in his gaze, the arm that still circled you as if it had every right to remain there.
Your heart thudded, not in comfort, but in startled protest. You weren't sure whether to push back, flee, or melt into the warmth of his hold, and before your mind could catch up, your words had already escaped, fumbling over your own emotions.
"No, I'm not-!" you started, the words burst out before your mind could catch them, more on instinct than thought. Your chest heaved, as your eyes can't help but be locked on his, heart hammering against your ribs as if trying to escape.
Every nerve screamed, every pulse throbbed, and yet, even as your protest spilled into the air, there was a helpless thrill in the nearness of him, in the undeniable pull of his presence.
Though your protest never made it that far.
Legolas' hand lifted swiftly, his warm palm pressing over your mouth before your words could escape into the hall. The motion was smooth, almost gentle to the touch., as though he knew you all too well to pull a trick like this.
"Mmmph!" you tried to argue back anyways, your brows furrowing as you attempted to pull his hand away, your voice reduced to a muffled sound of indignation.
Just right behind you, you felt the slight exhale he released. His eyes dropped to you for a moment, a subtle warning glinting there, before he looked forward again as if nothing were amiss.
"Well I'm afraid we must take our leave now," he said sharply, there was no room for hesitation or argument; it was not a question, not a suggestion, it was a decision already made, a quiet decree that left the moment hanging heavy with his authority.
Even the polite cadence of his tone could not mask the certainty behind it, the subtle insistence that whatever followed would proceed on his terms alone.
Even as his voice carried across the hall, his eyes never truly left you. They lingered, flickering only at the corner of his vision, tracing your every movement, every subtle shift, as though the rest of the room had been swallowed by a haze.
And then he moved. Without waiting for permission, without giving space for objection, he guided you along with him. His arm remained firm around your waist, holding you close yet gentle, steering you through the thinning crowd as if the very act of guiding you was both a claim and protection.
The laughter and clamor of the hall then fell away behind you, fading into distant echoes, replaced by the soft, cold hush of the corridor beyond.
Your muffled protests softened into frustrated little huffs against his hand, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his palm. Every step he took pressed the certainty of his intent into you, a steady rhythm that left no room for doubt or escape, each movement carrying a quiet authority that demanded your compliance without a single word.
Only once the great doors of the hall swung shut behind you with a heavy thud did the atmosphere seem to change. The noise, the heat, the chaos of the gathering faded into memory, leaving a quiet that was almost oppressive in its intimacy.
The corridor felt narrower somehow, the walls pressing in just slightly, as if conspiring with him to leave the two of you alone. And still, he had not let go. His arm remained snug around your waist, the warmth of his touch pressing insistently into your side.
You both did not walk too far ahead. Only a few turns down the corridor where the torchlight dimmed, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to curl around the two of you, the stone walls muffling the noise of the hall. Yet the distant chatter and laughter still drifted faintly through the air, a reminder of the world just beyond this narrow space.
Then your back met the cool stone, sharp and grounding against your skin. You hadn't even realized he had guided you here, one moment you were following, the next you were pinned by circumstance, with nowhere else to step, and yet it didn't felt suffocating.
He stood there tall, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, the subtle press of his chest against yours with each measured breath, an unmovable presence that filled the space between entirely.
The corridor's dim torchlight flickered across his features, catching the curve of his lips, the sharp line of his jaw, the depth of those eyes that held yours captive without a single word.
The haze in your mind thickened with every passing second. The remnants of drink, the lingering adrenaline from the hall, blurred your thoughts and dulled the edges of your restraint.
And then there was him. The way he looked at you made it just impossible to think clearly. His gaze was intense, lingering in a way that pressed against your heated skin.
Every glance, every subtle curve of his lips, every twitch of his brow seemed amplified in the dim corridor, drawing your awareness inescapably toward him.
Your breath hitched without thought, and your chest tightened, not in fear, but in an exquisite, maddening awareness of just how close he was, and just how much you wanted him to be.
Then he leaned in, his face drew inches from yours, and the world seemed to shrink to the space between your breaths. You could feel the heat radiating from him, subtle but impossible to ignore, the gentle brush of his warm exhale against your lips, teasing the sensitive skin of your cheek, curling along your jaw in a way that left goosebumps rising against your spine.
The contrast between the chill of the corridor and the smoldering press of him against you was dizzying, intoxicating, like fire sparking against ice. Your heart thudded erratically, your pulse ringing loud in your ears, yet each sound was swallowed almost immediately by the silent, deliberate closeness of him.
Your heart stumbled in your chest as a result, a frantic, uneven rhythm that seemed far too loud in the quiet of the corridor. And then—hic. A tiny, involuntary hiccup slipped past your lips, shattering the silence between you.
Your eyes stayed locked on his, wide and caught, refusing to look away, as if turning your gaze even for a second would make this moment far too embarassing for you to bear.
A small smirk curved onto his lips, "Still afraid of me after all this time?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.
His gaze roamed over you, slow and steady, as though he were memorizing every flicker of expression—the wide, startled tilt of your eyes, the delicate flush creeping over your cheeks, the slight, almost involuntary part of your lips that begged to be noticed.
He tried to focus, to hold himself to one feature, but it was impossible; every flutter of your lashes, every breath that caught in your throat, dragged his attention along, teasing, tempting, and igniting the want that had long been simmering beneath the surface.
You shook your head quickly, a futile gesture against the pull of him. "N-No…" you whispered, voice trembling just slightly, a fragile protest against the closeness that made your chest tighten and your thoughts stumble, only for another hiccup to betray you.
His smirk deepened at your response, that slow curl at the corner of his lips that made your chest tighten with both anticipation and a faint, helpless exhale. "We've done this a few times before, have we not?" His voice was low, almost teasing you yet again.
"W-Well… not like this, hic-" the sound jumped out of you before your mind could catch it. You slammed a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, desperate to smother the tiny, helpless noise, though it did nothing to hide the flare of heat creeping across your cheeks.
Your eyes stayed fixed on him, wide and unblinking, caught in the intensity of his stare as though letting them wander would undo every ounce of control you still had.
For him however, the sight was utterly disarming. He found your every gesture unbearably endearing. A quiet huff of laughter left him as he gently took your wrist, easing your hand away from your lips. Instead of letting go, he laced your fingers in his.
Your thoughts twisted themselves into knots, spiraling in ways you could neither control nor name in response to his actions.
He's far too close. You could feel his pulse from his hands intertwined with yours, causing a tension that wrapped around your chest and made your lungs feel too tight for air.
Why isn't he stepping back? Logic demanded space, demanded reason, yet your body, stubborn and traitorous, leaned ever so slightly toward him, drawn to the warmth, the quiet insistence of his presence.
Your mind continued to race, each thought tangled with another, a chaotic symphony of desire and restraint. Memories, fleeting blushes, the awareness of his eyes tracing every subtle movement of your body —it was too much, and yet not enough.
And amidst it all, a quiet realization surfaced: you wanted this. You wanted him to stay, to close the distance, to press further into that tantalizing, unbearable tension, even as the rational part of your mind flailed in protest.
Desire and restraint, fear and hunger, it had all tangled into a perfect, chaotic storm that left you suspended, breathless, and achingly aware of him in every sense.
"Just so you know…" you admitted, your voice was quiet, almost fragile, barely rising above the soft hush of the corridor. Each word felt like it carried a weight you weren't used to bearing aloud. "I've never done anything like this before."
Your eyes stayed locked on his as you spoke, wide and vulnerable, and in that gaze there was something unspoken, a quiet yearning that you would soon admit.
Something in his expression shifted upon hearing your confession, it was subtle but undeniable. The smirk at the corner of his lips didn't fade, if snything, it deepened, as though he were savoring the very moment, tasting the weight of your words before committing to his own.
His eyes then darkened, shadowed with an intent that made your stomach flutter. "Then…" His voice dropped lower, roughened slightly, as if the words had to fight their way past something deeper inside him. "…I am all yours tonight."
His gaze dropped to your lips the instant he spoke, and it lingered there, consuming with his eyes. The hunger in it was no longer subtle, it was like a quiet fire that seemed to pull everything else from the room.
It was the look of a man who had waited far too long for a taste he already knew he would crave, who knew exactly what he wanted and how impossible it would be to resist once given.
"All mine?" you echoed, your own gaze betraying you before your mind could catch up, flickering down to his lips, drawn like a moth to flame, before snapping back to meet the intensity in his eyes all over again. There was a strange, intoxicating vulnerability in the way your voice quivered, curiosity and a hesitant longing tangled together.
"All yours…" His response came in a breath, quick and urgent. Before you could even fully register them, he closed the distance effortlessly, as if the space between you had always been meant to vanish.
When his lips met yours, it was not hurried, not hesitant, yet every movement trembled with the force of everything he had held back for years. It was a kiss that demanded attention—slow and intense, a hunger tempered only by patience, a quiet promise folded into each brush of his lips against yours.
It was as if time itself had slowed, each heartbeat magnified, every small inhale and exhale a shudder of anticipation and surrender. His lips moved against yours with intent, tracing and claiming, tasting the subtle tremors your body offered, a shiver at the curve of your jaw, or a soft sigh trapped between your teeth.
There was no rush, only the painstaking precision of a man savoring a long-denied indulgence, imprinting the moment into memory as if he could carry it inside him forever.
The warmth of him pressed into you in waves, a living force that drew your knees closer, your hands clutching at his shoulders and chest, helpless yet greedy. Every nerve in your body screamed, every pulse stuttered under the weight of his closeness, and still, you did not pull away. Instead, you gave in, fully and unreservedly, letting the ache of want and the dizzying thrill of him wash over you.
It was like tasting the first cool drop of water after an unbearable thirst: precious, leaving you both trembling for more.
His hands moved lightly but firmly, anchoring you closer, fingers brushing along your back and shoulders grazed as if memorizing the exact weight and warmth of you. Each gentle press, each lingering touch spoke volumes, of restraint finally given way, of permission no longer needed, of a desire that claimed the space between you like it had always belonged there.
His hand around yours tightened just slightly, a quiet assertion that made your chest clench, while the other hovered near your waist, trembling between restraint and the pull of something he could no longer deny.
Every fraction of movement, every subtle press, carried a weight, a language of longing and possession that left your mind dizzy.
And for that moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist. There was nothing but the heat of him pressed against you, the quiet claim in the way he held you, and the unspoken promise lingering in the space between each lingering touch.
When you finally pulled back, your lips burned with the memory of him, tingling as though they still carried the echo of his breath, the press of his mouth, the slow, deliberate intent behind every second of that kiss.
Your chest rose and fell unevenly, your mind swimming with the quiet thrill of closeness, the ache of restraint, and the dangerous allure of what had just begun. Even the faintest whisper of his warmth lingered on your skin, leaving you suspended in your own desires, trembling from a tension that had only just begun to ignite.
Just for a moment, you could not breathe, not because he had stolen the air from you, but because you suddenly remembered where you were. The corridor was not hidden. It was not some secret alcove carved for stolen moments.
The distant murmur of voices drifted around the corner, like a warning whispered too late. Anyone could've walked right past the two of you making out, the thought of it alone made you embarrassed and nervous almost immediately.
You pulled back abruptly, your palms flattening against his shoulders. The fabric beneath your fingers was warm from his body, and you realized you hadn't let go of him at all, even while trying to create distance.
"We shouldn't be doing this here… should we?" The words escaped in a breath, soft and uncertain, betraying the doubt your mind tried to cling to.
Yet your body spoke a different truth, your lips were still parted and warm from his, and fingers trembling as they lingered against him, neither pushing him fully away nor drawing him closer.
Legolas' didn't take a step back, nor did he look startled by the fact of it. If anything, the faintest curve tugged yet again at the corner of his mouth.
His eyes traced every detail of your expression, the way your lashes fluttered when you tried to gather yourself, the heat blooming across your cheeks, the stubborn attempt to look composed when your breathing betrayed you.
He loved this. In fact, He reveled in it. The way your composure faltered, the vulnerability you didn't realize you were giving away. The quiet, desperate want you tried to bury, the heat behind your cheeks, the slight tremor in your fingers, every tiny betrayal of control was a melody only he could hear.
He watched, fascinated and possessive for the first time, as you unraveled before him, pretending it wasn't happening, pretending you weren't acutely aware of the pull between you. And yet, every sigh, every hitch of your breath, every flash of hesitation told him everything he needed to know.
"Why shouldn't we?" he asked softly, laced with a teasing edge, as a sly lift occured at the corner of his mouth. His eyes danced with mischief when they met yours, daring and coaxing, almost taunting you.
The open hall did not matter to him, the risk had not matter either. Only you.
He stepped closer again, each motion measured as if he were savoring the distance he had yet to claim from you. The fragile space you had fought to maintain dissolved like mist, replaced by the undeniable presence of him.
His body brushed yours subtly, heat pressing insistently through the fabric of yours, searing a trail across your nerves like a tattoo, and leaving your pulse scattered all around in a mess.
Your back met the stone wall more fully now, its chill a sharp contrast to the warmth of him on you, a grounding touch that only made the ache for him more intense. You wanted more.
Without a warning, he leaned toward your ear, slow and tempting, every fraction of an inch loaded with intent. His breath whispered across your skin, warm and intoxicating to your mind, carrying with it the faint scent of him.
The air around you thickened with your breaths, tight with anticipation, every heartbeat echoing against the hush of the corridor, amplifying the tension that wrapped around you like a living thing.
Your mind raced, caught between awareness and desire: every brush of his hand, the subtle shift of his hips, the deliberate press of his chest against yours, threaded fire through your veins, leaving you suspended in a delicious, dizzying torment where wanting him had become both danger and inevitability.
When he spoke, his lips hovered so close to your ear that the warmth of his breath skimmed along the delicate curve of it, sending vibrations all over your skin.
"It would be nice," he murmured, his voice softened to something almost dangerous in its intimacy, "to let them know that I am yours."
There was no haste in him. His mouth soon found way as it lingered near your temple afterward, close enough that you could feel the faint brush of his breath against your hair, close enough that the world beyond the two of you seemed to dim into irrelevance.
His breath then seemed to drifted lower, unhurried, grazing the curve of your ear before descending toward the exposed line of your neck. The warmth of it lingered there, savouring your scent, stirring a shiver that rippled through you that made your knees weaken.
He hovered there for a moment, close enough that you could feel the faint touch of his lips almost touching skin. There was a tension in him then, a subtle tightening in his body, as though instinct urged him forward, but he couldn't bring himself to for now.
You swallowed, and even that small motion felt deafening in the hush between you. The sound seemed to echo in your own ears, betraying just how unsteady you had become.
Your heart slammed against your ribs with humiliating force, so fierce you were certain he could feel it, in the delicate hollow of your throat, in the tremor of your fingertips, in the very place where his hand rested at your waist.
You didn't move. You couldn't. Your body refused the command your mind tried to give it. Every warning bell still rang somewhere in the distance, yet they felt muffled beneath the steady heat of him, beneath the way his presence wrapped around you. Stepping away would have required clarity. And clarity had long since abandoned you.
He drew back only slightly, not enough to create real distance, just enough to see you. The warmth of his breath left your skin reluctantly, and the cool air that replaced it felt almost startling.
His eyes found yours again as he eased back, they always did. No matter how you shifted, no matter how you tried to steady yourself, his gaze would always return to you, as though it had nowhere else it wished to be.
You tried to look away. You truly did. Your lashes lowered, your focus drifting toward the stone wall behind his shoulder, anywhere but the intensity waiting in his expression. But you never quite made it.
His hand lifted before you could escape. Warm fingers slid beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. The motion was slow, not forceful even in the slightest. He gave you no room to pretend indifference, no space to retreat into composure.
Your breath caught as your eyes were drawn back to his, and that was your mistake. He held you there gently, thumb resting near the curve of your jaw, as though he wanted you to understand something without words.
"And that you are mine," he said, his voice dipping lower, almost a growl beneath the words. It wasn't shouted. It didn't need to be. The way he spoke of it sunk deep against you, beating your pulse to his, drowning you in a truth that was both thrilling and terrifying. The statement wrapped around you tighter than his hands ever could.
The tension was unbearable now. His eyes didn't waver from yours. They were dark, unblinking, he didn't dare to, a storm restrained by the faintest line of control.
The laughter from the hall rose again in the distance, jarringly normal against the storm building between you. The world continued on, unaware of the two.
Yet in this narrow stretch of corridor, time truly felt slowed down. Your lips parted almost against your will, a soft, trembling gasp escaping. Your breath mingled with his, as your body leaned the smallest fraction forward, betraying all your thoughts and hesitation echoing the desires you had tried so hard to keep buried.
And he saw it. He saw everything. His gaze locked onto yours unrelenting, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
The heat behind his eyes deepened, hunger tempered by restraint, awareness tempered by patience. The longing in your eyes became his undoing. And this time, he did not stop himself.
The hand at your waist tightened as it yanked you forward, anchoring you in place before him, and just like that, his lips found yours again.
This kiss was nothing like the first. His mouth moved against yours with urgency, not careless, but driven as though he feared if he didn't take this now, the moment would slip away again.
His fingers flexed at your waist, drawing you closer until there was no space left between you. The stone at your back was forgotten; the only thing grounding you was him.
You gasped softly into the kiss, your trembling breath brushed against his lips, and instead of pulling away, you leaned in. You wanted this. You truly wanted him.
Your hands rose of their own accord, gliding from the curve of his shoulders into the thick sweep of his hair, fingers tangling through the silken strands as if pulling him closer torwards you. Each thread you caught, each gentle tug, seemed to tether you to him, grounding your racing pulse against the storm of your desire.
The action drew a deeper response from him, reaction immediate. A low, throaty sound slipped past him, muffled and barely audible, yet it vibrated through your chest, setting your senses alight with a fierce, unsettling tingle.
His hand shifted, sliding up your back slowly, deliberately, holding you as you dissolved into his touch. The kiss deepened, he tasted like restraint finally broken, like longing given permission.
Your body responded without hesitation against hid. You tilted your head instinctively, matching him, chasing the warmth he offered. The distant noise from the hall blurred into nothing but distant echoes.
The space between you grew impossibly tight, each inhale shallow and urgent, as though the air itself had grown too small to contain the two of you. Your chest ached, lungs burning, each breath tasting faintly of him, thick and warm of the memory of the kiss.
At last, necessity forced the separation. His lips drew back slowly, reluctantly, lingering a heartbeat longer than needed, somehow refusing to release you.
Your foreheads fell together when it was undone. Both of you were breathless. Your chests rose and fell rapidly, the space between your lips barely an inch away.
You could feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your mouth, could see the slight flush that had crept across his usually composed features. For once, he looked undone.
His eyes remained half-lidded, dark with desire for more. "I'm going to get greedy if we continue…" he admitted quietly, voice rough from more than lack of air.
Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. Your fingers remained tangled in his hair, a insistent reminder of the heat coursing through you. While your body pressed against his, every inch of you aching for the closeness you had just tasted.
You knew what he meant. You felt it too, the way one kiss had not been enough, how even now your lips tingled with the urge to just pull him close with another kiss.
You swallowed, trying to steady your voice. But the truth slipped out softer than you'd intended. "Maybe…" you breathed, your lips brushing lightly against his as you spoke, "maybe I don't mind if you do."
You admitted as your hands traced a deliberate path down, fingers sliding over the smooth line of his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath your touch. At the same time, your gaze lifted, meeting his fully for the first time without hesitation.
"I told you," you whispered, a small, daring smile ghosting over your flushed, swollen lips, "I've never done anything like this before."
Your thumb moved, tracing the edge of his shoulders unconsciously. "But I don't want you to stop." you admitted, voice low and unsteady, carrying a vulnerability that left you exposed yet impossible to deny.
The moment your words reached him, a subtle glimmer flickered in his eyes, darkened by desire yet softened by something almost like relief, as a mischievous smile curved his lips.
"Then," he murmured at last, his voice low and roughened by the kiss, thick with both promise and warning, "don't blame me if I take what I desire."
Foolish and Blind - Legolas x reader fluff oneshot
Summary: Legolas is captivated by the fierce yet gentle reader, and struggles to confess his feelings while yearning from afar
In an instant the group were surrounded by knights on horses, each adorned with the same silver armour. Y/N examined each of them closely, they didn't seem to be immediate threats, but she could not sense any intentions of friendship from them yet. Aragorn conversed with them, but she hadn't listened until one dismounted his horse and walked up to Gimli.
"I would cut off your head dwarf... if it stood but a little higher above the ground" Eomer spoke with disdain.
"You would die before your stroke fell" Y/N spat, quickly drawing her arrow and nocking it so the head pointed straight at the unfamiliar man's neck.
"I'm surprised a lady can stand in the face of a lance without feeling faint" he sniggered, earning a laugh from his men.
"This lady will not flinch when your blood spills upon my blade" Y/N said, spitting at his feet in disgust.
Legolas couldn't help the little smirk that formed at her brazenness, it was behaviour that would have given his father or frankly anyone at home a heart attack.
"Do not test her, I assure you she has danced the battle before" Aragorn warned, but forcefully lowered Y/N's bow nonetheless. She followed his movement reluctantly but did not erase her harsh glare, even when his army lowered their spears.
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"Have you ever seen a woman like that?" Legolas asked his companion, eyes wide with shock.
"There wasn't even a hint of hesitation, she simply recalled her spirit of fire as soon as she required its services" he said in awe, barely paying attention while wandering through the grasslands.
"How on earth am I to win the heart of a woman like that?" He lamented.
"Can't ya use some of your fancy elvish ways" Gimli asked absentmindedly.
"Surely no elvish courting rituals would impress her. Our traditions are hair braiding and weaving flower crowns, they are far too tame for a warrior" he spoke, making Gimli burst out into laughter.
"When we dwarf men want to curl the beard of a dwarven lady, we challenge other dwarves to a drinking game, and the winner is deemed the strongest and hardiest of the dwarves, and thus eligible to be the lady's suitor" he said proudly.
"So your advice on how to draw Y/N's attention is to drink absurd amounts of wine?" Legolas replied bemusedly.
"Not wine, ale ya pointy eared twang" he scoffed but Legolas simply shook his head.
"I need something bold, perhaps I should score an animal for supper, and pierce it right in front of her" he suggested unsurely.
"Nothing like a bloodied display to win the heart of a lovely lady" Gimli joked, patting the elf's cloak fondly.
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Later they moved quietly through Fangorn forest, each step moving with the whispers of the trees. They moved softly but swiftly, save Gimli loudly stepping on a twig here and there, until Y/N suddenly gasped. The men whipped around, Aragorn's hand flying to the hilt of his sword as Legolas's fingers stroked an arrow.
She bent down and fiddled with something on the ground, before cooing.
"He hurt his leg" she said sadly, lifting her cupped palms up to show the others. A little bird, with grey feathers and a green beak sat contentedly in her hands, tweeting when it saw them. It hobbled and hopped in place, emphasising its one weirdly bent leg that it refused to stand on.
"Y/N do you really expect us to stop for a bird?" Aragorn questioned although he didn't stop her.
Conversely, Legolas bent down next to her, cradling her hands in his own. He studied the little creature with a small, while Y/N looked between him and the bird with hopeful eyes. Wordlessly he got up, and began searching around for something. Y/N followed him as fast as she could while making sure the bird in her hands stayed stable.
After a minute or two Legolas paused, holding a leaf and a tiny twig, he gestured Y/N over. "We need to make a splint" he explained, swapping the foliage for the feathered animal. He spoke some words in elvish to it as Y/N carefully crafted a splint, it must've been made of something special because the bird magically calmed down, and sat docile in his palm. She finished with a flourish and the elf let it hop down onto the floor. It tested its leg gingerly, taking a few tentative steps. It chirped happily, fluttering its wings before waddling away into the forest.
"Thanks Legolas" she said as they each jostled to their feet.
"The pleasure is mine meleth nîn" he said, before traipsing toward Gimli to continue walking.
Y/N caught up to Aragorn
"What does meleth nîn mean" she asked curiously. Aragorn chuckled.
"It means my love in Sindarin" he answered her, making Y/N's eyebrows furrow.
"But why would Legolas call me that?" She wondered but Aragorn only rolled his eyes.
"If you have to ask, you are even more foolish and blind than he" he said, leaving Y/N frozen on the forest floor.
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"She really is beinel, beautiful I mean" He told Gimli who only grumbled boredly in response.
"Of course, her beauty is only a reflection of the inside, if that, if anything even her outward appearance fails to capture the purity of her heart... Well I say purity and yet she can slice the head off an orc without batting an eye, and even mo-"
The dwarf cut him off by groaning dramatically.
"Slice my head off would yeh, anything's better than listening to you go on and on about her" he said.
"But Gimli what else am I to do? I can't possibly keep this all inside me" he said, with a heartsick look in Y/N's direction.
"Here's an idea, why don't you tell the lass how you feel?" He said pointedly as he chopped a large log into a piece that was firewood sized.
"What if she doesn't return my affections?" He asked worriedly.
"Would ya rather endlessly pine after her for the rest of your long life?" Gimli replied with a knowing look. Legolas only looked longingly at the girl who was helping Aragorn start a fire, the painfully yearning expression all too evident were Y/N to turn his way.
"Who knows, maybe she returns your feelings" Gimli commented.
"You wouldn't last a minute with a dwarven woman but you're charming enough... you got the hair I guess" he added refusing to make eye contact with his blonde haired friend.
"Was that a compliment?" The elf asked incredulously and Gimli regretted it as soon as Legolas replied.
"Don't go getting all soft on me now laddie" he grumbled.
The blonde haired elf exhaled resolutely.
"If you can give me a compliment, I can certainly confess my true affections to Y/N" he said swallowing thickly.
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Fire burning, releasing spirals of smoke into the darkening sky. They each sat around the fire, Aragorn sharpening his dagger, Y/N staring vacantly into the flames, Legolas sitting stiffly, eyes flitting toward Y/N every three seconds, as Gimli nudged him pointedly. A loud cough brought her out of her daze, and Gimli looked at her apologetically.
"Sorry lass, didn't mean to distur-"
"Y/N! Would you like to join me for a walk to see the moon" Legolas yelled awkwardly, interrupting Gimli. All three of them looked at him with odd expressions but Y/N agreed regardless. She followed Legolas through the trees, to a small cliff where they could clearly see the moon. He sat down on the edge, patting the spot beside him. They sat in silence for a while, admiring the moon's gentle glow, as it dimly lit the land, highlighting the shadows in the trees and mountains.
Legolas held his breath, as he was sure she could already hear his heartbeat.
"The moon is beautiful isn't it" Y/N said, breaking the silence.
"Indeed"
"There is a story they told us as young ellons, they said that in ancient times, the moon was crafted from the last flower of Telperion, the Elder Tree of Valinor. The flower was so precious the elves considered the moon too to be sacred to the Elves that remembered the Trees" he said softly.
"Wow" she murmured looking up at the sky.
"I used to think that was the most precious thing in all middle earth... although now I am not so sure..." he trailed off.
"Oh?" She urged him to continue.
"I have found something even more precious, something so gentle I am sure even the moon is jealous of her beauty. And yet fiercer than the best warrior of all the elven guard" he spoke as assuredly as he could despite his mouth feeling as dry as the rock they were perched upon.
"She must be a lovely elf" Y/N mumbled quietly, looking away from him dejectedly.
"Are you excited to see her when you go back home?" She replied, her slumped shoulders emphasising the melancholy her voice belied.
"You are mistaken meleth nîn, she is not waiting for me back home" he said pointedly.
"It's not Gimli is it?" She asked with a smirk, earning an unexpected laugh from the blonde haired elf.
"No it is not him" he murmured, wrapping his fingers around hers. She looked down at it slowly and then looked up, the realisation dawning on her.
"But- how-"
"I know it seems a little unlikely and it's not what an elven prince is supposed to do but Y/N you have captured my attention from the moment I met you. You are gentle and kind and as fierce as a dragon. I have admired you from afar and slightly closer for too long and I need you to know how much you mean to me. Even if you do not return my affections I hope I can still enjoy your presence. Friend or more, I love spending time with you" he finished, leaving Y/N's jaw on the floor.
Her eyes were wide with shock and she almost seemed frozen for what felt like an hour but was probably a little over a minute.
"Y/N please say something, you are beginning to worry me" he said softly, rubbing his thumb over her hand. Her mouth closed and she didn't say anything, but flung herself forward to him, crashing into him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. The impact almost knocked him to the ground but he caught her just in time, looking down at her head smushed against his chest, he felt a fluttering sensation rise from everywhere she touched. Her fingers on his back sent a rush of heat all the way through his arms, making him hold her a little tighter.
"Does this mean your feelings are akin to mine?" He questioned with a smirk, and Y/N raised her head to look at him.
""If you have to ask, you are even more foolish and blind than I have been" she echoed Aragorn's words with a big grin, burying tighter into him.
Pretty chill smut, nothing that needs a trigger warning
“You can’t be serious” Draco muttered as he slipped past through my dormitory door.
“When have I ever been serious?” Y/N replied with a shy smile, shutting it quietly as he stalked through her room.
“We can’t keep doing this” he muttered, and she walked up to him, slowly, deliberately, until they were so close together even the air between them grew hot.
“Can’t or shouldn’t?” She quipped.
“I don’t want to do this anymore” he muttered, not meeting her eyes.
“That’s not what you said last time” she murmured, reaching a hand up to his cheek.
He grabbed it quickly, fingers tightly grasping her wrist, his icy eyes glaring at her but when she continued moving closer, he didn’t stop her. Her touch sent a pink streak over his cheek, his skin growing warm under her touch. Involuntarily Draco felt himself looking down at her, being drawn toward her by an invisible force he could not even hope to control.
“Tell me you want me” she whispered.
“I can’t resist you” he breathed.
His fingers ghosted over her hips, as if he were scared that if he touched her she’d disappear. Y/N placed her hands on top of his, pressing it to her body, hard enough that he could feel the heat radiating through her shirt. He was sure Y/N could hear the pounding of his heart in the quiet room, that only quickened as she stepped closer to him, less than an inch between tho two. She looked up at him with her magnetic eyes, only more gorgeous as they shimmered in the moonlight with a glint of desire. He swallowed as she bit her lip, testing the limits of his restraint.
Lucky for her, he had next to none. Unable to wait any longer he wrapped his arm around the small of her back, sending her crashing into him. Their lips collided with a spark, sending a rush of warmth through him. Draco moaned softly as he remembered the taste of her, the plumpness of her lips and the way her hands held his arms as they embraced. Breaking apart for only a second to breathe, Draco felt insane, being addicted to Y/N felt like nothing before, it was like being drunk on the most beautiful woman on earth. He moved to gently caress her cheek but was knocked backward suddenly. Propping himself up on his elbows he was mesmerised at the sight in front of him. Y/N’s fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt and slid her skirt off with practiced ease. She tugged her panties down her pillowy thighs teasingly slow, turning around and bending down all the way, giving Draco a perfect view of her curvaceous ass. He could feel his member straining against his pants as his collar promptly grew too tight around his neck. He loosened it absentmindedly, as with a quick flick, Y/N’s bra fell to the floor, exposing her perky boobs. She massaged them sensually, stepping closer to Draco whose jaw had dropped open. No matter how many times he saw her, she never failed to astound him with her natural sexuality.
She lunged forward and took matters into her own hands. Shirt now ripped open and chest bare for her to admire, she climbed atop his legs, pushing him down onto the bed. Skipping the gentle pecks, she slammed her lips down onto his, and he swallowed her moans, their kiss was messy and passionate, hair strewn over his forehead, put there by her hands that were tangled in his blonde locks. She sunk onto the floor, dragging his pants down with her. Her lips hovered over his waistband, placing featherlight kisses on his abdomen and thighs as she moved down and his boxers disappeared. Stroking him softly her eyes met his, clouded with lust and his shining in desire, he gulped as a familiar smirk crept onto his face. Her hands moved faster and her mouth wrapped around his head, tongue flicking over his sensitive tip. Draco’s breath hitched, and his abs were outlined by his tightened stomach. With her left hand Y/N moved to trace the grooves on his torso, each dip shadowed by the soft moonlight that streamed through the open window. Y/N always thought it perfect that Draco was named after the stars, with the way the moon’s glow lit his face, accentuating the slope of his jaw and the curve of his nose, you’d think he was made to be viewed in moonlight all the time.
A groan escaped Draco, bringing her back from her daydream, her mouth had unknowingly slipped lower on his length, halfway down, she had been suckling softly, slowly drawing Draco closer to his release. He buried a hand in her hair, pulling the falling strands away from her face. She was focused on his dick, head bobbing up and down, missing the fond look that graced Draco’s face. It morphed into need and he bit his lip and she went faster, hollowing her cheeks so she could feel the veiny contours pressing against her inner cheeks. He moaned even louder, hips bucking up to meet her. As his thighs began to tremble Y/N knew he was getting close, with a final harsh suck she left his length, making the blonde boy look up in desperate confusion.
After a second he realised Y/N’s attention, accompanied with an evil grin that only made her look more stunning. Frustration and attraction bubbled inside him, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed, manhandling her so that her legs were spread below him.
“You think you can tease me huh” he said, cock grazing over her folds, coating his head in her slick. He rubbed her clit softly, ensuring she would be wet enough to take him, lean body towering over hers. His head drooped down, strands of his hair tickled her collarbone as he nuzzled her boobs. She felt his lips press against her skin, sending sparks all through her body and down to her core. He sucked gently at her breasts, taking his time, sucking in a breath as he enveloped her breast, while massaging the other with his hand. He rolled her nipple between his fingertips and pinched gingerly.
Y/N grew needy, squirming under his body, her wetness coated her thighs as she rubbed them together longingly. Draco noticed and chuckled at her impatience.
“What do you need darling?” He asked, lips ghosting over her neck.
“Need you Dray” she said, breath fanning across his face.
“Need you inside me”
He obliged, stroking her folds once again before entering her slowly. Y/N gasped as his length sunk into her, he paused every few centimeters to let her adjust, moving each time she nodded at him. Eventually he was fully in, balls brushing her inner thighs, anytime he shifted. She whimpered, urging him to move, so he did. Hips pulling away and then plunging back into her.
Y/N let out an ungodly moan as he pounded into her, hips snapping against hers, hitting that perfect spot every time. Draco rutted against her like a madman, biceps tensed above her as he slammed into her. His eyes were trained on her face, watching every hitch in her breath, every flutter of her eyelashes to ensure he kept her pleasure going. Sinful things spilled from her mouth, Draco’s name whispered in between every one of them. He leant down placing his lips on hers in a burst of passion. It burned in the best way, lighting her up from the inside. Y/N’s legs began to shake as she got closer to her high, hands grasping onto Draco’s shoulders, she left long red streaks along his back.
Draco too began to groan, eyes shut and his head tucked into the crook of her neck as he buried himself deeper into her, at an alarming rate. Electrifying that sweet spot over and over again, she couldn’t hold it in anymore, she screamed his name hugging him close to her, as waves of pleasure engulfed their glistening bodies. Draco’s hips faltered as his seed spilled inside her, arms failing to hold himself up as his chest met hers, as fireworks exploded between their legs.
Draco stayed inside her, his cock softening slowly as they fought to catch their breath. She stroked the nape of his neck gently, nails circling his skin soothingly. With a huff he pushed himself off of her, immediately missing her warmth. He rolled over, rather ungracefully, limbs still shaking from his high. He scrambled for his wand that had been tossed onto his bedside table, somewhere in the shuffle, and conjured two glasses of water. He passed one over to Y/N carefully, and she mumbled something about him being such a gentleman. They lay in silence, green sheets tousled in between them. Draco longed for her to stay longer than a few hours, maybe even longer than a night, but he couldn’t manage to let the words escape his lips.
Summary: A jealous Draco realises his feelings for you, just as you go on a date with someone else. Happy fluffy ending, no hate to Weaselbee.
Hey!” A roasted potato flew past Y/N, narrowly missing her head. She hurried over to the Slytherin table, where the potato had come from, in hopes of avoiding any death stares from professors.
“What the hell Greg” she sneered at Goyle, who simply shrugged before shovelling more food onto his plate.
“You can’t just throw food across the great hall like that” she chided, taking a seat on the bench.
“Yeah didn’t you ever learn dining etiquette” Draco added, delicately wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Didn’t you ever learn dining etiquette” Blaise mocked in an overly posh tone, earning a small smack from Draco’s balled up napkin. Y/N smirked as Draco glared at his friend.
“Dont act like you didn’t learn etiquette as well Blaise” he said, with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Yeah but I don’t say it so obnoxiously” he countered and Draco rolled his eyes in response. Y/N ate happily surrounded by her friends, laughing at Crabbe and Goyle and watching Draco and Blaise argue while Pansy chattered on about her new lipgloss. She was enjoying herself so much that she almost forgot about what had happened earlier today.
“Oh I have news” she said, her group falling silent as they all turned to look at her.
“Go on” Crabbe urged as Draco nudged her elbow beside her.
“I am going on a date” she announced proudly and Pansy squealed in delight.
“Good on you Y/L/N, didn’t know you had it in ya”
Blaise remarked, with a proud smile nonetheless.
“Who is it?” Draco asked abruptly. Y/N was silent for a moment.
“You don’t know him?” She spoke, shoving a handful of chocolate cake into her mouth to avoid speaking.
“Who!” Draco demanded, and all the others were too curious to let the moment slip away quietly. She swallowed the dessert nervously, refusing to meet the blonde boy’s insistent stare.
“Ron” she murmured, quietly enough that only the six of them would hear.
“Who?” Pansy asked in utter confusion, and Y/N had no choice but to reveal him.
“Ronald Weasley” she clarified and watched Blaise’s eyes widen in surprise from across the table.
“Whoaaa, think you can handle a Gryffindor for a whole afternoon?” He laughed but his smile quickly dropped as he caught sight of Draco.
“Why on earth would you go out with Weaselbee?” He asked indignantly.
“Cause he asked me” she said matter of factly.
“Wha- it doesn’t matter he’s still a Weasley” Draco seethed looking at her in disgust.
“Oh come on Draco, he’s a perfectly normal guy-“
He’s probably only going out with you to get in your pants!” He yelled. Y/N was outraged.
“What?!”
“Yeah he’s probably only doing it for a hookup, why else would he be with you?” Draco continued but realised his mistake too late.
Y/N’s nostrils flared as she fought the urge to slap him in the middle of the great hall. How could one of her closest friends say something so awful about her? Taking a deep breath she stood up in a huff.
“You are an absolute arse Malfoy, and I’d rather spend time with Ron, someone who actually values me as a person, than a dipshit like you” she fumed, storming out of the great hall. Pansy ran off after her while Blaise chuckled at Draco’s clenched fists. He turned back to him with a look that could kill, only making Blaise laugh harder.
“Care to explain what’s so hilarious” Draco hissed, stabbing his food angrily.
“You’re just a real tosser when you’re jealous” Blaise said, and Draco looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What?” He asked sharply. Luckily Blaise had learnt how to deal with an upset Draco.
“You’re jealous” He said slowly, enunciating every letter in a condescending manner.
“I’m going to stab you with this fork” Draco growled.
“Why are you upset that Y/N’s going out with Weasley?” He asked pointedly.
“Cause he’s a stupid, and a weirdo Y/N can do way better” he answered bitterly.
“Or is it cause you want Y/N to be with you?” He said with a smirk.
“No” he answered quickly. And Blaise looked at him with eyes that said think again. Draco thought to himself for a moment, about your fiery independence and gentle kindness, the way you understood him but weren’t afraid to annoy him. And with a sinking feeling he realised Blaise was right. When he looked back at his friend, Blaise was staring at him as if he already knew, as if he had watched the realisation grow on Draco’s face.
“You suck” Draco muttered and Blaise simpered victoriously.
Y/N adjusted her dress so it sat smoothly on her body, with no creases and looked herself up and down in the mirror. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and zipped up her boots excitedly, doing one last check of her hair.
“What do you think?” She asked Pansy who was lazily perched on her bed watching her.
“You look great, cosy but cute” she said with a supportive smile. She hopped up, straightening the back of Y/N’s scarf before walking her down the stairs arm in arm. They entered the Slytherin common room, passing the boys before they headed out the door.
“Someone’s excited” Blaise commented as he watched the girls giggle to each other. Crabbe and Goyle smiled and nodded in response but didn’t say anything, in fear of further upsetting Draco who sat beside them sulking. He was sunken into the couch, arms crossed over his chest like a pouty toddler.
“Draco… what do you think?” Y/N said doing a small twirl to show off her carefully chosen outfit.
“Looks nice” He replied coldly. She sighed softly but refused to let his sour mood ruin her day. She grabbed Pansy’s hand tugging her out the door, and toward the courtyard where she would meet Ron for their romantic date in Hogsmeade.
A while later the rest of the Slytherin boys bundled up and left for Hogsmeade too, that is all but Draco who had decided to spend the entire day wallowing in his jealousy.
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A few hours later the common room door slammed open, shocking Draco out of his daze. He peeked over the arm of the leather couch he was slouched on to see the last person he expected to be there.
After shutting the door, Y/N pressed her back against it, letting herself fall to her knees. Tears flowed in an endless stream down her reddened cheeks, she choked out a sob, finally allowing herself to breathe.
Draco found himself moving of his own accord, being drawn toward a small Y/N, curled up on the floor. He bent down in front of her, trying to get a glimpse of her face that was buried in her hands.
“What happened?” He asked, voice riddled with worry.
“You were right” she cried, moving her hands just enough for him to hear her speak.
“I mean sort've" she mumbled sadly.
“He was just using me for his divination assignment. He started asking me about it and I got so excited cause you know I love divination and I just rambled on and-” she had to stop to take a breath as Draco rubbed her back comfortingly.
“I’m so stupid I should’ve realised he was just using me for answers but I didn’t for like more than an hour and I- I’m just so stupid” she sobbed, tears returning to her eyes.
Draco enveloped her in his arms, tucking her head the crook of his neck and holding her close. His blood boiled at the very thought of Ron being so thoughtless but he forced it down, as right now, making sure Y/N was okay was his number one priority. Eventually her heartbreaking cry quietened to soft whimpers, and her grip on his sweater grew less tight.
“I’m sorry I ruined your sweater” she hiccuped, nodding to the dark green blotch that had formed on Draco’s shoulder. He waved it off and stood up with his hands in hers, leading her over to the couch. He let her settle down and covered her with one of the blankets that sat draped over the couch’s arm. He surveyed her face carefully, examining the dried tear streaks and her tired expression.
“Did you really like him enough to warrant this much…” he hesitantly gestured to her, subtly questioning whether Weasley was really worth her tears.
“No” she sighed, slumping against his shoulder dejectedly.
Draco didn’t press her, letting her answer his unasked question in her own time.
“I was just wanted someone to like me” she admitted, embarrassed.
“I know it’s selfish but I guess I was just excited that someone saw me in that way. No one really thinks of me like that, you know” she murmured in embarrassment, eyes focused on her fingers that were tracing the creases on the couch. Draco covered her hands lightly, enclosing her fist in his own. As his thumb stroked up and down her skin he looked at her, baffled.
“You can’t really think that?” He said and Y/N met his eyes that stared deeply into hers.
“You are stunning. You’re beautiful and intelligent and sweet and-” He took a strained breath.
“There isn’t a man on this earth that deserves you” he said under his breath, as he watched her eyes widen and then soften.
“Am I talking to the same Draco who insults me on a daily basis?” She said with a small chuckle. It was a relief to see a smile on her face again. “Just cause you annoy me to the ends of the earth doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re wonderful. And that you deserve a good guy, one who actually cares about you and not just your knowledge of divination” he said.
“Even though your divination skills are pretty impressive” he added earning another small smile.
“What if I never find one who wants me” she whispered in fear, looking up at him worriedly.
“You will”
Even in her saddened state she was gorgeous, cheeks a little redder, eyes still glittering, Draco felt himself being drawn to her. She was magnetic, she was everything, he thought, flabbergasted that she thought she wouldn’t find a guy, when in reality, any man that really knew her would line up for her, with him at the front of the line.
“I want you” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, distracted by his short daydream, he stopped, waiting to see if she had heard.
“Sorry?” She asked, eyebrows raising in surprise.
He stuttered and stumbled for a momen, completely forgetting that he held the Malfoy name.
“You said no guy would ever want you but… I want you… as more than a friend” he admitted, he was met with only a shocked expression from Y/N, whose jaw had dropped.
“I want you to be my girlfriend” he choked out, and suddenly got nervous at the way his hands were intertwined with her.
“I’m not trying to take advantage of you or anything!” He exclaimed, quickly realising the optics.
“Honestly, I think I’ve always felt this way, or felt this way for a long time” he murmured.
“I only realised it cause Blaise pointed out I was jealous when Weaselbee asked you out” he explained. A smug smile crept onto Y/N’s face.
“You were jealous?” Draco could practically hear the conceit in her voice.
“So that’s why you were acting like such an idiot” she commented and Draco groaned in response.
“You’re lucky you’re my idiot” she said softly, reaching up to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. At her touch a pink hue rose all over his face, even up to the tip of his ears.
“Does that mean yes?” He asked, recovering his usual smoothness.
“Mmm I guess so” she said, feigning a cool tone, but her eyes showed Draco her true happiness.
“Good” he replied, pulling her closer to him and pressing her head to shoulder firmly but carefully.
“Cause thinking of you with anyone else made me want to throw up” he said, eliciting a giggle from Y/N.
Summary: It’s halloween and reader decides to prank the prank masters themselves
Warnings: Slight allusion to smut at the end, evil reader lol
"Ok so then we just have to rig it so they all happen one after the other right?" Sirius asked looking up at Remus for confirmation.
"Right" Remus nodded.
"This is perfect, Y/N's been too stressed recently, she needs something to cheer her up" James sat up, clapping his hands together in excitement.
"Now we just have to make sure she's in the right place at the right time" Remus said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
*The next day
"Evan and Rosier?" She asked incredulously.
"Oh they totally have a thing for each other, they just don't know it" Y/N, Lily and Pandora giggled as they walked out of their charms classroom, skirting between chattering first years and seventh years with rolls of parchment spilling out of their arms.
"How was I the only one who didn't know about this?" Pandora asked, to which Y/N responded with a shrug.
"You're usually the gossip-ee not the gossiper" she said patting her friend on the shoulder.
"Gossip is a two way street so aren't both people the gossip-ee and the gossiper?" Pandora argued, her Ravenclaw essence coming through in her words.
The girls laughed again and as they reached the end of the corridor, a body flitted past them, shoving a scrunched up piece of paper into Y/N's hand. Before she could determine who the person was, the figure vanished into thin air, swallowed by the throngs of Hogwarts students. Unfolding it carefully Y/N read the message aloud for Lily and Pandora who were attempting to read the note over her shoulder.
Scrawled on the crumpled parchment was the words 'The perfect way to start off a season of treats and tricks'
"What?" She muttered confusedly, and turned around to ask her friends but suddenly BAM.
An explosion of blue, drenching her and everything within a 5 meter radius. Thick orange slime dripped down her hair, only adding to the puddle at her feet. A moment later, another massive bang, and bronze glitter drifted down from where it had burst somewhere above her, shimmering as it caught the light and settled in every nook and cranny of her robes. Finally, the third and last bang, somehow even louder than the last two, neon orange confetti, shaped like pumpkins and little ghosts, was propelled from mini canons either side of her.
After she had broken her body out of its state of shock, she sucked in a breath, lifting her arms up in disgust, to shake off some of the slime. She opened her mouth to say something as she took a step forward, but without warning slipped right off her feet, skidding across the floor and landing in a crumpled heap against the wall. Lily and Pandora rushed over, concern painting their features as they saw the orange splat she had printed on the wall in her fall. They helped her into a sitting position as worries flew from their mouth.
"I'm okay Lils" Y/N said, rubbing her arms with a grimace.
From around the corner, three men appeared, flying toward the small crowd that had gathered around Y/N.
"Oh my god, baby" James potter collapsed onto his knees, shuffling toward her, hands coming up to gently grasp her cheeks, turning her side to side to check for injuries. At the sight of her boyfriends Y/N's mouth twisted into a shaky pout, her bottom lip jutting out as tears welled in her eyes.
"Jamie" she mumbled, wrapping her hands around the curly-haired boy's neck and burying her face in his neck. He pressed kisses to her hairline as she sobbed into his collar.
"What's wrong, what hurts my love?" Sirius asked, crouching beside her.
"M- my ankle" she stuttered, temporarily removing herself from James's hold. Remus's fingers moved to roll down her sock, but she jerked it away from him, drawing it closer into her huddled frame.
"Sweetheart I'm sorry, we didn't mean to hurt you, it was just supposed to be a harmless prank" Sirius said, rubbing her other leg softly.
"You guys did this?" She asked, and was met with guilty looks from the Marauder's.
"We're sorry angel, let's get you to the hospital wing" Remus said reaching an arm out to her to help her up.
"No" she said defiantly, pulling her arm away from his.
"I'll go with Lily and Pandora" she huffed, shooting a glare at Sirius.
The boys were shocked but let Pandora help her up, Lily the girl lean on her shoulder as she hobbled down the corridor, still coated in slime. The boys exchanged a look of worry, James's teeth clamping down on his lower lip sadly. They watched Y/N, Lily and Pandora disappear down the hallway, their favourite girl passing out of their sight.
Once they were a hallway away from the infirmary, Y/N shrugged her arm off of Lily's shoulders and stopped hopping, walking alongside her friends as normal. Smirking at Lily and Pandora's shocked expressions, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. Y/N answered their bewildered expressions with a chuckle.
"I'm not actually hurt. The boys have been getting too cocky lately, and I think it's time they get a taste of their own medicine. So I pretended I hurt my ankle and, after I make them sweat a little, I'll tell them it was all a prank" she said, and the girls faced morphed from shock to awe.
"Wow pranking the Marauder's? You got some balls girl" Lily said in reverence, while Pandora shook her head in admiration.
"So what do we do now?" The Ravenclaw asked excitedly.
"We're gonna go back to the dorm, you guys are gonna help me bandage up my ankle and then you're gonna tell the boys they need to come up apologise" Y/N answered looking at Lily, a hint of mischief in her smile.
"We should've been more careful, why weren't we more careful" James whined as he and his boyfriends rushed toward Y/N's dorm.
"It was an accident James, we can't blame ourselves" Remus replied, although his comfort lacked assurance.
"It'll be alright, we'll just take care of her till she's back on her feet" Sirius said, his words hanging in the air restlessly.
"Hi sweetheart" Sirius's voice floated through her dorm room. She greeted the boys with a cold stare. That was all it took to break James, who instantly ran to her bedside, slumping onto his knees, next to her.
"We're sorry baby, we never meant to hurt you, please don't be mad at us" he howled into her sleeve. Her eyebrows furrowed, face contorting into thought as she looked down at James pitifully.
"It's okay" she said, running her hands through his dark curls in an attempt to soothe the boy.
"We'll make it up to you, angel we promise" Remus said, carefully situating himself at the end of her bed, next to her heavily bandaged and elevated ankle.
"Yeah anything you want" Sirius affirmed.
"Anything?" She asked.
"Anything" both boys agreed, looking at her with hopeful eyes, silently begging for forgiveness.
"Well I am a little hungry" she murmured, Sirius jumped up, pulling James up with him, by a tug of his robes.
"We'll go get you something, what do you want? Chocolate, pastry, pasta? You know what we'll get you all of it" he sped through his words before rushing out of her dorm, James hot on his heels.
"Will you read to me?" She asked Remus sweetly, adding a flutter of her eyelashes for extra effect.
"Of course angel" he said, honey brown eyes gazing at hers warmly. Grabbing a book that sat on her nightstand, he snuggled up to her, taking extra care not to jostle the pile of pillows that lay under her leg.
Within an hour Y/N was sat between James's muscled thighs, the man behind her working his way through the knots in her shoulders. Remus's warm baritone echoed through the room, periodically passing her blocks of chocolate from the bar he kept in his robe, with a promise that Sirius would help her wash the slime out of her hair later that evening. Her dark haired boyfriend trailed kisses along her thigh, his silky locks trailing down her leg, tickling her as they did so. She giggled at the sensation making Sirius raise his head to look up at her.
"Mmm what a gorgeous smile" he hummed, tracing shapes onto her skin. She laughed shyly, retreating back into James's hold, his arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her in closer. His head settled on her shoulder as he nuzzled into her cheek.
"Prettiest girl on earth" he said softly, concurring with Sirius.
"Outside almost as beautiful as the inside" Remus cooed, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen onto her forehead.
"Remmy can I sleep with you guys tonight?" She asked as the man leaned back.
"Of course baby, do you think you can walk to our dorm?" He asked, eyes drifting to your ankle. Y/N feigned a moment of thought before shaking her head no, painting a hint of embarrassment onto her expression. Without missing a beat, James's arms slipped under her and swiftly scooped her up into his burly arms, bridal style, and he marched out of the room.
Once she was safely transported, the boys placed her down in the centre of their magically enlarged bed and remade her healing setup, propped up on pillows and leg elevated at the end of the bed, as she was tucked under the covers. Once she was settled she looked up at the boys in surprise.
"Remus" she called, the boys head turned to face her. She bit her lip guiltily, pretending she didn't want to trouble them.
"Could you get my fluffy socks from my room" she asked hopefully, and unsurprisingly he nodded with a smile, exiting their room in search of her comfort. She gasped once again.
"And my blue pajamas, the ones with little blueberries on them" she added, looking at James's pleadingly.
"Anything for you baby" he replied with a charismatic wink, jogging to catch up with Remus. Sirius joined her on the bed, planting a chaste kiss on her temple.
"You're lucky we're so whipped for you baby, you've got us running around like crazy, trying to take care of you" he chuckled lightly.
"Yeah. Very lucky" she agreed knowingly.
The next day at breakfast Y/N's leg was hidden under the great hall's extended table, but she could still feel all the eyes on her. Head low and a hand up to block her from any onlookers view, she ate her breakfast quietly, occasionally chiming in to James and Sirius's intense debate about whether high quality brooms could make a significant difference in professional quidditch teams.
"Baby this is tortureeee" James groaned, reaching across the table, in between plates stacked high with bacon and toast, to grab her hand.
"We only pranked you because we wanted to cheer you up, but now we've done the opposite" Sirius said sadly, thumb swiping back and forth over her knee.
"I'm not upset I'm just embarrassed" she said, looking around, as countless eyes darted away from her gaze and down to their food.
"What can we do to make you feel better?" Remus asked, similar to Sirius his hand padded onto her lower back, holding it compassionately.
"Well..." Y/N trailed off, instantly drawing all of the boys attention to her.
"What?" They chorused eagerly.
"Maybe if you guys did something embarrassing, people would stop focusing on me". She said slowly, refusing to meet their intense stare. There was a moment of silence in which the boys exchanged a series of looks before.
"Done"
The Marauder's stood up and climbed onto the Gryffindor table, kicking any dishes that were in their way. Y/N raised her eyebrows at Lily and covered the smirk on her face with her hand as the fun was about to begin.
"I'M SO EXCITED" James yelled, raising his arms as his knees bent awkwardly.
"AND I JUST CANT HIDE IT" he continued, horribly off key.
"I'M ABOUT TO LOSE CONTROL I THINK I LIKE IT" the boys belted, shuffling side to side, almost in sync with dance moves that only they could think off. They broke off into solo performances, swishing their hips as they swung their arms clicking at the top of their swing, Sirius kneeled down and mimicked playing an air guitar, as Remus's hands swayed to the janky beat, disco arms pointing up to the sky and diagonally across his torso.
The hall burst into laughter, younger students falling on the floor with laughter as older ones pointed the ridiculous sight out to their friends. Even the teachers let themselves sneak a laugh, Professor McGonagall's shoulders were visibly shaking. Despite all of this, despite the pink hue that had tongues Remus's cheeks and despite the way Sirius had messed up his hair from dancing they kept going, performing for a solid minute before dropping into a deep bow. They sat back down, each searching her face for a smile. When she allowed a grin to grace her face they let out a collective sigh of relief.
"You guys are so silly" she snickered, leaning into Remus.
"Only for you, sweetheart" Sirius matched her grin, winking at her from Remus's other side.
"Shoot I gotta go" she muttered, as she glanced at Remus's watch.
"So soon?" James asked sadly.
"I'm going to the library to do that big potions assignment, I was gonna finish it up yesterday but you know" she explained, clumsily sliding out of the wooden benches. They watched her take a couple steps, gingerly attempting to put weight on her injured leg and then opting for limping down the walkway.
"I'll do it for you angel, don't worry. You just focus all your time and energy on healing" Remus called out to hear with a sympathetic smile. She hopped back over to him and encased him in her arms gratefully.
"Thank you" she beamed, his fingers deftly snaked around her side and sent her tumbling into his lap.
"You're welcome Angel" he simpered, brown eyes crinkling in delight.
After a week of vigorous pampering, Y/N was beginning to feel bad for taking up so much of her boyfriend's time and decided to finally end her prank. She strode into the great hall, decked out in ghostly banners and wispy spider webs, ankle working perfectly well. She jumped up onto the bench just to make sure they saw her leg, expertly slipping down into a sitting position.
"Hi boys" she said with a mischievous smile.
"Hi baby, we saved you some Halloween candy and a slice of pumpkin" James said, having not looked up to notice her athletic display. The other two however, were gawking at her, Sirius's jaw practically on the floor.
"Wha- sweetheart how?"
"Happy Halloween" she giggled wickedly. The boys bewildered expressions didn't change, so she revealed her plan exuberantly.
"You three have been getting away with your elaborate pranks for too long, so I decided it was time for you to be pranked."
Remus's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I'll admit I wasn't expecting the slime bomb, and I did actually slip, but aside from a bruised bottom I was fine. I knew if I pretended to be hurt you'd do anything to make it up to me" she concluded, oozing smugness. For the first time in her life, Y/N witnessed the Marauder's being dumbfounded, blank stares and gaping mouths, James's hand still holding his fork, a forgotten bit of meat dangling from it.
Her big reveal hug in the air, as they let the implications of her grand plan seep into them. Sirius was the first to recover, a revering smirk growing on his face.
"You pranked us?" Sirius said, awestruck.
"Holy hell you got us babe" James exclaimed, still in shock.
"You're evil" Remus said, still confused at how well she had made them fall for it, but admiring her skills nonetheless.
"It's so hot" Sirius breathed, tugging his collar as his eyes glinted with desire. She bit her lip teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows at her boyfriend.
"Best part was your dance display" she added, reminding them of their humiliating show in front of the whole school.
"Elaborate, commitment to the bit, public humiliation and an epic reveal, it's perfect!" James declared, jumping up to hug Y/N. Remus joined, lanky arms long enough to envelop both her and James. After noticing one body was missing, Y/N peeked her head out from between the two boys to see Sirius leaning back against the table cooly, eyeing her with lust.
"When you're done with that hug, I'm gonna need you face down on our bed" he said, practically pulsing with erotic longing.
Accidental couple costume - Poly Marauders X reader
Summary: You meet the marauders at a Halloween party where you are wearing the fourth costume to their trio
After their endless muggle movie nights, hidden in the room of requirement, James had decided the perfect costume for their infamous group was Toy Story. Which was how they had ended up at this Halloween party, Remus sporting a wide brimmed cowboy hat, and a cow print vest over one of James's flannel shirts, complete with dark, detailed, pointy boots that belonged to Sirius, although he refused to say why or how he got them. Next to him was Buzz Lightyear, dark hair spilling out from under a skintight, purple cap that was connected to a white and green astronaut suit, rectangular wings attached to his back. Peter had ditched them, on the premise that he didn't like Halloween, in favour of staying in their dorm and binge watching a very un-scary movie. Which left James smothered in green body paint, shrouded in blue with big, googly eyes on top of his distinctive tousled hair. The three of them stood near the snack table, Sirius wolfing down handfuls of popcorn as James chatted to anyone who was near them.
Credit to p4perback
Slipping a discreet hand on the small of Remus's back, James leaned in to whisper to the taller boy.
"You look hot in that getup cowboy" he murmured with a smirk, lips ghosting over Remus's ear. He scoffed in response but couldn't hide the pink tinge that crept up on his cheeks.
"You haven't noticed how Sirius hasn't been able to look at you all evening" James added nodding at the aforementioned boy. Upon hearing his name, Sirius automatically glanced up, locking eyes with Remus he stumbled into the food table, cursing as he knocked over a neon orange cupcake. He chuckled at the sight turning back to James.
"It's probably cause he knows he can't hide a hard on in that costume" he snickered earning a snort from the curly haired boy.
"Whoa" Sirius muttered quietly, drawing the other boys' attention, but he wasn't looking at them, his gaze was fixed at something in front of him, or rather someone. From through the crowds came a vision of beauty, with a red wig, separated into two braids, clothed in a white shirt with yellow details that sat perfectly on her figure and cow print pants that flared out around her ankles, above cowboy boots that looked almost exactly like Remus's, only in brown. She made her way closer to them, picking up a cup to pour herself a glass of punch, but before she could, a body blocked her reach.
"Well hello Jessie" a sauce voice spoke from beside her. She turned to see Sirius Balck, one of the notorious school pranksters, who, although she had never spoken to him, was recognised by his rebellious nature and flawless hair, that was currently stuffed into his costume.
" Hi buzz lightyear" she giggled sending a funny jolt through Sirius's stomach, eyes darting to his purple cap. Momentarily, his eyes widened in concern but he quickly whipped off the purple fabric, to show off his jet black locks. He leaned against the table, casually, exuding confidence.
" You know you're boyfriends here too" he said, putting a firm hand in her shoulder and spinning her around, bringing her face to face with Remus and then moving to stand next to her.
"Hi" she said smiling sweetly, Remus matched her grin.
"Hi I'm Remus, this is James" he greeted, introducing the man hanging onto his shoulder.
"I know, I'm Y/N" she said, oblivious to Sirius's dreamy stare.
"You know Jessie was actually Buzz's boyfriend, not Woody's" she said, but Sirius's smile didn't falter.
"Well I guess you're hanging with me then doll" he smirked, laying an arm around your shoulders carefully, observing for any signs of discomfort.
"Actually I think you should stick with all of us, for the rest of the night" James chimed in, gesturing to their costumes.
"It wouldn't make sense for Jessie to be wondering around alone" he said, eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.
"Mhmm that's true, and I have to admit you make a cute alien" she said reaching for a snack. James's grin grew even wider as he nudged Remus excitedly.
"She's so cute" he gushed looking at her gorgeous features.
"Shut up, be cool" Remus muttered hastily, fixing a relaxed smile on his face, despite his shared nervousness at the lovely stranger.
Two hours later they were sat on a couch in the corner of the common room where the music was less loud, an uncommon occurrence for the marauders. They were snuggled up against the cushions, James's chin perched upon his hand as Sirius's sat forward in curiosity. Remus was laid back against the couch, but his eyes were transfixed upon the girl in front of him, drinking in her every word.
"Pandora put way too much bubotuber pus" she chortled.
"So when Slughorn bent over the potion to see if it was giving off the right aroma, it exploded in his face! He was like dripping in pink goo" she said, giggles interspersing every other sentence as her eyes lit up at the memory. The boys laughed in response.
"Weird way to propose but my answer's still yes" Sirius responded, garnering a smack on the shoulder from Remus.
“Will you come with me to get a snack?” James asked, fingers already intertwining with hers. She let James drag her to the snack table as he piled up a stack of brownies to bring back to the others. “I can’t believe we’ve never met you before” James commented, relishing the pastry he had just swallowed whole. “You guys are loud and boisterous, you don’t really pay attention to the quieter side of things” she said with a shrug. James’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Well that was stupid of us, maybe we could’ve had you earlier” he said. And Y/N scoffed with a smile.
“Who said you have me?” She remarked as they made their way back to Remus and Sirius. “Well-”
“You just assumed that cause our costumes match, we’re together?” She sniggered and James turned bright pink.
“You’re right” he said, passing his brownies off to Remus and pulling Sirius off the couch to join him a kneeling position.
“Y/N… I don’t know your last name, from the moment you stepped into our lives yo-” He choked as Remus jerked him back by his collar and Sirius back by his hood. They groaned collectively as Remus looked at them disapprovingly.
“You are not proposing to this poor woman after you just met. If you’re going to pull antics like that, you need to get to know her well enough for her to want to put up with us” Remus said shaking his head.
“How do you know she doesn’t like us that much already?” He asked, earning himself a smack on the head.
“Y/N would you like to go to Hogsmeade with us next weekend. I can’t promise these two won’t do anything stupid but” he said with a small but hopeful smile.
“As long as whatever stupid thing they do is funny, sure” she said with a laugh.
The boys looked at each other in awe, admiration and excitement and knew none of them would be able to get much sleep tonight.
Everything and more - Mafia Remus X reader oneshot
Summary: Mafia! Remus has been neglecting crybaby reader lately by not spending time with her. She tries to sit in on his meeting but he sends her out, angry and alone she is comforted by James, who is then threatened by Remus. Now Remus must find a way to make it up to you.
Fluff + angst
TW: guns? Although they are not actually used
Y/N sat, sprawled across a big leather couch, covered by a soft navy blanket as she stared vacantly at the pages of her book. Releasing a resigned sigh, she replaced her thumb with a bookmark and tossed her book onto the coffee table beside her. She stared at the ceiling in boredom, unsure of what to do in the absence of company, for the fifth time this week. Remus had been so busy the past two weeks, he had barely spent time with her, often only making it out of his office in time for a goodnight kiss before she went to bed. She had been patient the first week, as she understood Remus was a busy man but enough was enough. With a huff she sprang out of the couch cushions, deciding to take matters in her own hands and strode toward the door of Remus's office. Inside the hefty mahogany doors sat an enormous long table, with secret compartments scattered below, surrounded by dark red walls that were adorned with expensive paintings. At the head of the table was a luxurious, intimidating yet inviting, strategically placed in front of the giant lion emblem that was embroidered onto the wall. On either side of him sat two chairs of a similar opulence, James and Sirius's seats, ready for one of their intense business meetings.
She knocked twice before opening the heavy wooden door, and Remus waved her over wordlessly before she could speak.
"Hi Princess" he murmured not looking up from his laptop as his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him.
"Hi" she greeted softly with just a hint of sadness, as she had been doing all week.
"What do you need" he asked, his palm tracing up and down her back, she relished his touch after so long.
"Nothing, just wanted to see you" she mumbled, burying her head into the crook of his neck. She felt his chest rumble as he let out chuckle.
"That's sweet love, but daddy's got some work to finish up in here" he said with a small smile.
"We can spend some time together later yeah" he said turning back to his work as his arm slipped from the small of her back, leaving her skin cold in its wake.
"Okay" she breathed, walking out of his office dejectedly.
After a lunch and afternoon spent alone, while Remus was huddled up in his office Y/N was sick of him not spending time with her. She was done with the subtle hints and decided she'd fully show Remus what she wanted.
She marched into his office and to the large double doors that led to his meeting room. She practically elbowed her way into the room, shoulder pressed against the door. She ignored all the eyes that flitted to her, making her way toward Remus massive leather chair. He began to spin around but before he could catch sight of her and send her out, she plopped down onto his lap, wiggling herself into a comfortable position. Remus laughed lightly and finished his sentence before leaning down to whisper to her.
"What are you doing love, you know I'm busy" he said in a low voice.
"I don't care" she said refusing to make eye contact with him as she knew his stern look could have no effect on her if she didn't look, although she distinctly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
"Y/N..." he said in a warning tone.
"I'm not moving so unless you want to argue in front of your... friends" she said nodding to his suit clad business partners that sat around the glossy black table.
"I'm staying right here" she said firmly.
Remus gave her a look of annoyance, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed sternly, her last look of warning. She ignored it and Remus let out a barely audible sigh.
"Excuse me for a second" he said politely, concealing his frustration from his colleagues. He lifted her up, bridal style, one hand under her back and the other under her knees and swiftly carried her to the door. He deftly swung it open and placed her down just outside it.
"We're going to talk about this later but right now just go back downstairs" he said through gritted teeth before slamming the door in her face.
Tears pricked her eyes as she stomped her way downstairs, mumbling something about not needing him. She busied herself with her new favourite show, but in her anger her mind kept going back to Remus up in his stupid meeting room. She ran through all the things she wanted to say, no, scream at him, a bubbling potion of anger threatening to burst right on her couch. She settled for stewing quietly, thinking of all the ways she could let out her anger at Remus once dared to come downstairs.
As if he had heard her silent thoughts, right on cue footsteps echoed in the stairway, a tall figure made its way toward her and plopped down beside her blanket clad body.
"Hi sweetheart how are you" James's voice spoke from beside her.
"Fine" she grumbled, not making eye contact with Remus's curly haired comrade.
"What's wrong?" He asked laying a comforting hand on her covered knee.
"Remus has barely looked at me this whole week" she mumbled, saying it aloud made her feel rather pathetic, but James knew her too well for her to lie to him.
"Aww you'll be okay" James's arm moved to hang over her shoulders pulling her into his side affectionately. She laid her head against him and sighed sadly.
"He'll be done with his meeting soon and then he can spend some time with you yeah?" He added.
"No he won't, he doesn't care about me" she whined, tracing shapes on the blankets fibres.
James scoffed, rubbing her arm soothingly.
"Just you wait" he said, imagining his business partner and best friend with a goofy smile on his face as he watched Y/N ramble on about something or other. Y/N was skeptical but didn't make it known to James.
"Can I have a hug Jamie?" She asked, pouting at the large, suit clad man.
"Aww of course sweetheart" he said opening his arms and letting her crawl into them, hands, trailing up and down her back as she let her chin rest on his shoulder.
"Prongs what the fuck are you doing?" Remus's voice echoed, a distinct click following his words. Y/N broke apart from her hug to see Remus pointing a gun at James.
"What the hell are you doing?" She wailed, awkwardly climbing off the couch and rushing over to Remus. She tried to tug his arm down and away but it wouldn't budge, stiffly remaining aimed at James.
"Stop it!" She cried hysterically, although Remus refused to make eye contact with her, his gaze and aim locked on his friend, who he secretly had no intention of harming.
"If you hurt Jamie I'm never ever forgiving you" she sobbed, running up the stairs to her bedroom.
Remus exhaled with a hint of annoyance, tucking his weapon back into his waistband.
"She's being extra difficult today" he said looking up at where you had sped up to the second floor.
"I think she just misses you mate" James said raising his eyebrows at the lanky man.
"Thank for being there for her" Remus said with a small smile, James waved it off and sent him off to follow you with a
"Go get your girl man"
Remus's steps thudded on the stone steps as he drew closer to your bedroom. Quiet sobs could be heard through the door, weaving and cracking its way through Remus's resolve.
He entered the room, walking up to their king sized bed, Y/N was curled up on her side, hugging her pillow close to her chest.
"What's going on love" he said but received no answer. Y/N felt the mattress sink with his weight as he lay down behind her, arms wrapping around her middle. She hid her face in the pillow she grasped, refusing to give in.
"What can I do to make you feel better?" He coaxed, thumb rubbing along her hip gently.
"I don't want gifts or food" she snapped at him.
"Then what do you want?" He replied, words hanging in the air for a lingering moment.
"You" she whispered, holding the pillow a little tighter. Remus's hand came up under her chin, using a finger to tilt her face toward him. The tear streaks on her cheeks sent a sharp pang of pain through his chest.
"Oh come here babygirl" he said and Y/N's mouth quivered, her bottom lip jutting out involuntarily. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her smaller body into his. His frame surrounded her like a cocoon of warmth as he pressed kisses to her forehead and littered them atop of her head.
"You know I get busy sometimes baby, I don't mean to make you feel neglected"
He murmured, lips ghosting over her ear. Just the sound of the voice soothed her, and her anger began to melt away.
"It just feels like sometimes you care about your work more than me" she said looking down, nose brushing his chest, in between the rounded buttons of his shirt.
He pulled back and looked at her earnestly.
"There is nothing in this world that is more important to me than you" he said, warm brown eyes shining ever so slightly.
"You are everything and more, you are always my number one priority even if it hasn't felt like it lately. I love you and I love every minute of you, you are the most precious girl on Earth and you deserve to be cherished. he said.
"If I could, I'd put a clone of you in every room of the house so I could admire you all day. So next time you fee-" The ringing and vibrating of Remus's phone interrupted his words, and Y/N's eyes furrowed in annoyance as he pressed the glowing, green answer button. 'He's hopeless' she thought, slumping back into their pillows.
"Hey... Sorry Pad's I'm busy, we'll talk about it tomorrow" he spoke, tossing the phone onto his nightstand. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise but then crinkled as a smile graced her face. She snuggled closer into him as he made room for her in his side. Fingers grasping the side of her calf, he tossed her legs over his lap and prised her closer to him with a chuckle.
"All my baby needed was some time together huh?" He said, fingers tangling themselves in her hair, nails lightly dragging along her scalp. She hummed in delight, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the feeling, the comfort of Remus, her Remus, who had finally made some time for what was most important to him.
Panic causes problems - Professor Lupin X reader fluff oneshot
Summary: Y/N panics about a potions test she isn’t prepared for and gets comforted by Professor Lupin. This leads her to realise her feelings for him, which is a problem as he is her Professor and she is his student.
(Reader is of age)
Sweaty palms.
It's too hot in here.
She tugged the collar of her shirt that seemed to be choking her.
It's so cold, she thought as goosebumps found their way onto her skin.
Maybe it's something with the air.
That’s making it a little harder to breathe
"Y/N quick, quiz me on the cure potions" her friend exclaimed, looking at her in anticipation. All the information in Y/N's head whirred by in a flash, buzzing and crackling like an electronic doused in water.
"Uhhmm" she was saved from answering by another friend who popped up beside her.
"What are the ingredients in a calming drought?" She asked, shuffling her flashcards rapidly. Y/N blurred out her friends answer, panic filling her mind. She had no idea what ingredients were in that potion, nor did she know anything about the other questions that were floating around, infestations that crawled their way into the seventh year potions class.
She swallowed thickly, her fingers were digging crescent moons into her palms so she hid them in her pockets. Her friends rambled on about potions and stirring methods but Y/N's mind was too busy to listen. She couldn't get the image of her sitting down at the desk, turning over the paper and not understanding a single word. She began to bite her lip as she always did when she was nervous and-
"Professor Lupin" one of her friends greeted their defense against the dark arts teacher with a smile.
"Hey guys how are you doing" he asked warmly.
For a moment Y/N forget all about the exam in front of her, distracted by Professor Lupin as she always was. It was well known among her friends that Y/N had a little crush on their professor, and they smirked when he came up to them.
Y/N loved the sound of his voice that felt like smooth caramel toffees from Honeydukes or the special honey infused butterbeer you could only get around Christmas time. Y/N relished the sweetness that oozed from her professor, his kindness spilling out of him in everything he did, from helping students with difficult questions to chatting with other teachers at lunchtime.
Secretly Y/N would imagine the two of them together. Watching the rain fall while snuggled under a cozy blanket or reading books together by the fireplace. It was harmless, nothing more than silly daydreams but they made her happy, they gave her that warm, sweetly melting feeling. That was how Professor Lupin's always felt, warm and comforting. When his magnetic voice would echo across the classroom as he explained their newest topic, and the sleeve of his shirt would fall down slightly to reveal a sliver of his bicep. His arms were covered today though. He was dressed more casually today, clothed in a cozy green and brown sweater that sat under his teaching robes.
"A little nervous but ok" her other friend said with a nervous laugh.
"You guys will do great, don't worry" he said, just the sound of his voice comforted her, he sounded like a warm cup of tea on a cold rainy day. His eyes swept over his students before stopping on one who looked more than a little nervous, her hands were shoved in her pockets but hung pin straight, stressing the fabric of her robes. Her eyes flitted between her friends as they talked about amortentia and her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Y/N are you okay?" He asked gently and her eyes shifted from her friend to him, her E/C gaze turned red and tears began to well up, as her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. She was taken aback by her professor's observance and the shock had taken her emotions by surprise. Her panic escaped the cage she had locked it in, deep in her chest and tried to make a break for it through her eyes.
"Let's go have a chat yeah" Lupin said, he slipped his arm around her shoulders and guided her through the crowd of students and into an empty classroom down the hall. He could tell Y/N was worried beyond what was normal for an exam, and if one simple question was enough to form a crack, he was troubled by the thought of Y/N breaking down during the exam.
He led her into the classroom shutting the door behind him, and leant against the front of a desk in front of his student, whose head was downcast.
"What's going on, why are you so stressed?" He asked gently, rubbing a hand along her arm.
It was then that Y/N couldn't hold it back anymore and she burst into tears. Little rivers flowed down her cheeks and dripped from her chin, her breath spiked and she inhaled rapidly, her whole body shaking in fear. He pulled her in close and let her bury her head into his chest and his hand traced comforting shapes along her back.
"Breathe" he murmured every other minute after she explained what had gotten her in such a state.
"I don't know anything- and- everyone was talking and- I had no idea what they were talking about and-" she took a deep breath.
"I can't fail this test- it's worth 70% of- our grade" she had to pause for another breath.
"My parents are gonna kill me if- if- if I do badly and- I just- I don't know what I'm doing" she sobbed and Lupin shushed her tenderly.
When her cries had quietened slightly she pulled her head away from him to reveal her tear streaked face and Professor Lupin looked down at her calmly.
"You're a smart girl Y/N. You're going to go in there and do your best and I'm sure you'll do fine. If not I'll have a chat with your parents myself yeah" he said softly and she mumbled something unintelligible in response.
"And remember a grade does not determine your worth nor your intelligence, no matter how much it's worth. You are a lovely, clever girl and no exam is going to change that" he said kindly, his voice washed over her like a warm hug.
She sniffled slightly but nodded and Lupin let out a sigh of relief.
"You are too good to let a stupid potions exam cause you this much pain" he said which elicited a small laugh from the girl.
It was only then that Y/N noticed her hands in his. His much larger palms held her own delicately and his thumb was gently rubbing over the top of her hand. Focusing on that, and that alone allowed Y/N to ground herself and take a deep breath.
Her body filled with warmth and butterflies as her teacher, the same teacher she'd dreamed of every day in his class and every night before bed was holding her hand. And even though she knew it wasn't romantic the gesture warmed her all the same.
"Thank you for being so sweet sir" she whispered still staring at their intertwined hands.
"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.
She looked up at him in adoration, wondering how most compassionate man alive had no idea that he was.
"You're always so sweet and considerate to everyone" she said, remembering all the times he'd talk to his students his class, asking about their weekend or other classes.
Something changed in her professor's eyes, they softened and seemed to cloud over with an emotion she couldn't read.
"Thank you Y/N" he said faintly and he looked like he was about to say something else but his mouth stayed shut. He looked up at her sweetly, with his sweet chocolate coloured eyes and his sweet pink tinted lips. Y/N couldn't help but admire him up close now that he was seated right in front of her.
"We should get you to your exam" he said with a smile, removing his hands from their grasp leaving her fingertips cold in their wake.
Lupin walked her back to the line that had formed outside the potions dungeon, with students scrambling to pull out their quills and ink from their pen.
"Good luck guys" Professor Lupin whispered as professor Snape explained how all their quills would need to be examined to ensure no one was cheating.
Y/N watched him walk away longingly, his brown robes growing darker as he proceeded down the corridor. He never failed to put a smile on her face, and rather than worrying about the prospect of the exam she busied herself with replaying the memory that happened just a few minutes earlier. How usually the mere sound of his voice was enough to bring forth butterflies but his touch had sprouted dragons in her chest, that spit fire warming her from the inside as Professor Lupin's smile always did.
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After completing her exam Y/N and her friends escaped the dungeon, racing for their soothing common room after Snape's brutal exam. Y/N who was usually preoccupied with her tests, was not participating in the pre exam debrief today, but instead was daydreaming about Professor Lupin.
As she thought about the moment their hands touched her heart jumped, skipping a beat like fireworks that then settled into a warm puddle of... Y/N couldn't quite figure out what the puddle was, all she could tell was that it was warm and overwhelmingly sweet, it felt like daydreams or watching your favourite movie as a kid. Something so right it felt magical, like something you were meant to find. And it was with a horrible realisation that Y/N understood she was in love. In love with her Professor who had no idea she viewed him as anything more than an educator.
"This is bad" she mumbled to herself.
"Really bad"
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Y/N snuck a glance at Professor Lupin as he crossed the hallway, with his classic crumpled shirts and his gorgeous- she switched her gaze to her shoes instantly, as his head turned in her direction.
Over the last three weeks Y/N had barely looked at Professor Lupin, sparingly allowing herself glances at him, in fear that her newfound feelings might spill over. She had gone from intently listening to every word he said in class to quietly doing her work and never asking questions. She had significantly reduced her interaction with Lupin, in hopes of quelling the fire that rose anytime she was near him and trying to ignore the way he felt like home. A few times she had met Professor Lupin's gaze when she dared to look up at him, but she had always responded by hurriedly returning to scribbling on her parchment.
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"Y/N L/N I'd like you to see me after class" Professor Lupin announced as the bell ring. Sucking in a breath Y/N slowly packed up her parchment and quill as the rest of her classmates filed out. She nervously wondered what Professor Lupin wanted to discuss, she had said little more than two words to him the past few weeks and in her quiet diligence she couldn't fathom what she had done wrong. Lupin stepped out from behind his desk, leaning against the front of it as he peered down at his student.
"What's going on?" He asked softly and Y/N was transported back to the day of her potions test, the same words echoing in her head.
"What do you mean Professor" she asked politely, staring at a small scratch in the shape of a lightning bolt on the corner of her desk.
"You are my most attentive student Y/N, and suddenly you don't look at the board, you don't listen, you barely engage with me" he said with a hint of disappointment.
"I listen" she murmured sheepishly.
"Something has changed and I want to know why" he said firmly, while still maintaining his characteristic gentleness.
"You wouldn't understand sir" she said, with a noticeable droop in her shoulders and drop in her voice.
"Then help me to" Professor Lupin said, taking hold of her hands and guiding her to sit in front of her desk in order to be face to face with him, despite the height difference.
She sighed softly as she realised her mission had failed from the electric jolt in her chest when their hands had connected.
"It's not something I can say Professor" she said looking deep into his brown eyes. Brown eyes that looked like maple wood and set a fire in her soul, that smelled like chocolate and old books as Professor Lupin always did.
He stood up and took a slow purposeful step closer to her.
"Then show me" he replied, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Y/N noticed how close the two now were, chests just inches apart and hands a second away from inducing another jolt of electric magnetism. Her breath began to quicken and she panicked as she realised it only made her chest go closer to his, she was sure he could hear her heart beating as its thumping echoed in her ears.
She stumbled backwards but her body hit the desk, Professor Lupin was quick to grab her back in order to steady her, inadvertently bringing her closer to him. Her face grew hot and her cheeks flushed, she swallowed nervously then let out a shaky breath.
Risking a look at Professor Lupin she expected compassionate concern to be written over his features, what she did not expect was the small smirk and twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at Y/N.
"Are you nervous Y/N?" He asked his neck craning down so it was closer to hers, only increasing the pink hue that painted her cheeks.
"No sir" she stuttered in an obvious lie but Professor Lupin did not seem to care.
"What's making you nervous?" He asked with a teasing smile the hand that was not poised against her back moved to hover over her shoulder blade.
Too flustered to think Y/N couldn't help but let out a squeak.
"You sir" her voice was quiet but Professor Lupin was so close her heard it clearly.
"Now why would I make you nervous?" He asked baitingly as his hand creeped up from her shoulder to caress her cheek.
"Could it be that you like me?" He asked he asked with a knowing look. But Y/N too deeply flustered to assess the situation reverted to her default response, and shook her head rapidly as one should do when asked if they were attracted to their teacher.
"Shame" Professor Lupin spoke
"Cause recently I've found myself having some feelings for you" he said smirkingly.
Y/N's jaw dropped, dumbfounded she looked at her Professor who only laughed in response. She wanted to rub her eyes like you did right after you wake up, to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She wanted to pinch herself to ensure it wasn't a dream, oh please don't let this be a dream she willed to herself.
"Does that change your answer" he said tilting her chin up to look at him. Her eyes flickered between his gorgeous brown eyes and his lips that were pinker than her cheeks and somehow Professor Lupin understood.
He leaned down slowly, giving Y/N time to draw in a deep breath before. Sparks flew as their lips connected, his lips were soft and sweet, the taste of him flooded her mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips and traced stars on the inside of her mouth, each one exploding like tiny fireworks. His hand moved to cup the back of her neck as she gripped his robes, tugging him closer to her. His tenderness began to decrease ever so slightly as their tongues danced together, kissing her hungrily as if he couldn't get enough of her.
They broke apart each breathing heavily but Professor Lupin kept her wrapped in his arms. His cheeks now matched her pink tinted face and he grinned down at her giddily.
Y/N's smile dropped a little as she spoke
"We're not supposed to do this" she said, but couldn't help being drawn to his lips once again.
"I know" Professor Lupin replied.
"I guess that means we'll have to find a way to hide it" he said with a devious smirk that Y/N never expected him to do.
His hands intertwined with hers as he brought her right hand up to his face to place a chaste kiss on her knuckles.
"This is so dangerous" she said as his lips left their mark on her skin.
"I know" he answered with the same secretive smile.
I care about you - Lockwood x reader fluff oneshot
Summary: Friends to lovers where Lockwood saves the reader from a pushy guy
"Y/N L/N what a surprise"
"Ah if it isn't the bellend of London" you replied
"Y/N nice to see you again" a second voice said.
"Hi George, how are you?"
He was about to reply but Lockwood cut him off.
"I'm surprised to see you at the library. I didn't know you could read" he sneered.
"Just because you learnt how last year doesn't mean all of us did" she retorted.
"Um what's going on?" Lucy questioned, eyes flitting between the two.
"This is Y/N L/N, she works at Fittes, and she is second most annoying agent I've ever met" Lockwood introduced the girl sarcastically.
"The first is Kippes" he added quietly, to Lucy.
"Surprised you have time to think about all the agents that annoy you while you're burning down buildings" she said, raising her eyebrows knowingly.
"That was a low blow" Lockwood replied
"I prefer to think of it as a burn" she said, and the poor pun led Lockwood to roll his eyes in exasperation but made Lucy let out a snort.
"Still not as hot as you" He quipped, lifting Y/N's hand as he bent to kiss the top of her knuckles. She ripped it away shaking her head in simulated vexation.
"Charming as ever, sweetheart" she said, dusting her hand off in mock disgust, before tucking it into her pocket.
"Aww you found another poor soul to torture" Y/N cooed mockingly as she finally took notice of Lucy.
"Has she not realised how irritating you are yet or is she just tolerating it like George?" Y/N spoke with a smirk.
"My agents find me a perfectly competent boss" he argued but was undermined by George's hesitant expression.
"Mhmm I'm sure they do" she hummed.
"Well as much as I'd hate to stay and chat, we have some urgent work to do" Y/N said and was swept off by the rest of her team.
"Lovely, now that you're done flirting can we get to our work" George asked, pulling a book clothed in a thick green from a shelf beside him.
"Now I'm confused do they hate each other or love each other" Lucy asked as she followed the boys to an open table.
"Love to hate each other, the way I see it" Lockwood answered.
"Think there's a little more love than hate on this side of the library though" George smiled suggestively.
"Oooh does Lockwood have a crush" Lucy simpered.
"No. Lockwood does not have a crush, Lockwood has work to do" he combatted, purposely averting eye contact with the other two as he flipped through their files.
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Lockwood and Co strode into the retro cafe, stickered doors clanging behind them... well Lockwood strode in, George shuffled and Lucy followed. A smile crept onto his face, but he hid it well, clearing his throat to signal their arrival. A group of agents who were talking to Barnes span around to face the group.
"Oh, it's you" Y/N said, her face scrunching up.
"Missed me?" Lockwood said sarcastically.
"Not as much as I missed beating your a-"
"Alright you two" Barnes cut Y/N off.
"I need two teams to figure out who's haunting this cafe, there's a lot of investigation and we're not sure how severe this threat is, so be careful"
"You might need to say that last bit again sir, Lockwood is notorious for pulling reckless stunts" Y/N said, side-eyeing the brown-haired boy.
"Maybe you should join me in a stunt every once in a while"
"I would but I'm too pretty to be burned alive"
"Can't argue there" Lockwood said meeting Y/N's smile with a grin that reached his eyes.
"Let's split up, you guys examine this area and we'll check out the kitchen" Y/N said and her team nodded in response as they spread out over the ruined cafe, climbing over toppled tables and shards of glass confetti.
"Just can't stand to be away from me, I see" Lockwood said as he followed her through to the kitchen at the back, Y/N could practically smell the smugness in his voice.
Skirting around spilled food and damaged ovens the group searched the kitchen for any evidence.
"What on earth is this?" George said, leaning close to a puddle of smoky goo on a countertop, reaching out a finger.
"Don't touch it, Luce hand me a vial" Lockwood said racing over to his friend. Y/N stepped in between them just as the vial graced Lockwood's fingertips, stealing the small container for herself.
"Let me show you how it's done pretty boy" she said with an air of superiority that could combat his own.
"You're a right pain you know that" Lockwood growled, stalking up to her and yanking the vial out of her hands so he could close it with a cork.
"Then why do you keep coming back" Y/N said putting on a sultry voice and leaning closer to his chest.
"Maybe I like it" he matched her energy looking down at her with seductive eyes.
She giggled and walked past him, joining Lucy to look for more clues. Lockwood ignored the heat that had risen in his chest and was unaware of the slight pink tinge that had found his cheeks, but George knew. The curly haired boy watched Lockwood follow the girls with a smile, it wasn't a question of if, it was a question of when.
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Lockwood crept forward, back pressed flush against the cold marble walls, his rapier tucked on the inside of his coat to muffle any clanging. Voices echoed from the room into the large hall, raised voices that were getting louder and louder.
"Remind me again, why we're doing this" George whispered begrudgingly from behind Lockwood.
"Fittes has some new equipment or technology for dealing with visitors and we need to find out what it is" he responded.
"By spying on other agents?" Lucy asked skeptically, as they round the corner, now standing just outside the rooms entrance.
"They're our competition, we have to know what we're up against" he argued back.
"I'm sorry I'm just not interested right now" a voice yelled, a familiar voice.
"Is that?" George started to say but quietened as the conversation continued.
"Stop being such a prude" the male voice said.
"How dare you!" The voice seethed.
"I'm just saying don't knock it till you try it" he said.
"Goodbye O' Connor" her voice was firm.
"Wait, wait!" His voice got deeper and louder.
The sound of scuffling met the trios ears and within a second Lockwood had left their poor hiding spot and strode into the room. Cape swishing and sword clanking he made it to the centre of the room in 3 strides. His eyes darkened when he saw a blonde haired man with a tight grip on Y/N's arm, and a panicked expression on the girls face as she tried to pull away.
Hand swiftly moving to cover the man's chest Lockwood shoved him away from Y/N in one move, making him stumble. Lockwood took his position, facing the now red faced man, in front of Y/N so she was protected from any other attempts.
"Clearly English must be your second language, otherwise you'd understand that no means no" Lockwood's voice came out smooth but Y/N could detect a slight shake from the rage he was trying to conceal. He stood tall with his chin high, one hand clasping the hilt of his rapier and the other beside him ready to shield Y/N. Lockwood's vision almost blurred from anger, all the fury bubbling inside him threatened to spill, but urged himself not to murder someone in front of Y/N.
"I suggest you leave unless you want to lose that hand" he asserted, clear and commanding. The other agent cast a regretful look at Y/N over Lockwood's shoulder before heading to the door resentfully.
"Oh and if you ever come near Y/N again, I will personally stick a dagger through your neck" he added with a small smirk.
The man's fists clenched just as he was about to reach for the door, but he must have decided it wasn't worth it because he exited anyway.
At the soft sound of her breath Lockwood turned around to Y/N, concern scribed on his features.
"Are you okay?" He murmured placing a hand on her cheek and twisting it gently looking for signs of distress.
After a moment Y/N recovered from her shock.
"What the hell was that?" She exclaimed.
Lockwood stumbled slightly as he was taken aback.
"Excuse me?"
"What was that? He could've beat you up, why would you do something so stupid just cause some guy asked me out" Y/N said.
The brown eyed boy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"That man wasn't asking you out, he was demanding it. And are you saying you would have rather I didn't walk in" he argued.
"I'm not saying I'm not I'm not grateful I'm just saying it's stupid to do something so reckless for some frenemy you don't even care about" she remarked.
" I do care about you!" Lockwood yelled.
He was met with silence and a mild look of surprise on Y/N's face.
"I care about you a lot" he confessed
"My day lights up every time I come to a new case and see you, my heart beats faster anytime we see you, I replay our banter every night before bed and I can't wait to go to work whenever I'm on a case with you. I-"
The words had formed in Lockwood's head but no matter how hard he tried, he physically couldn't spit it out.
"I like you too" Y/N said softly, stepping up to him, reaching a hand up to caress his jaw ever so lightly.
"You do?" He asked
"You're not the only one who enjoys our banter" she said with a smile.
"Let's just say there's been more than one incident where I caught myself wishing our fake flirting wasn't fake" she admitted shyly.
Lockwood was dumbfounded and he stared at the girl in disbelief. He wrapped his arms around her middle and hoisted her up into the air, spinning around in joy as he clutched her close to him. Y/N let out a giggle, her wonderful giggle and grinned at him as he set her down. As if she was magnet, Lockwood felt himself being drawn to her, lips moving ever closer to hers until the tip of their noses touched.
"Would you like to go out on a date with me instead of that idiot?" He asked holding her hands in his hopefully. Y/N's smile grew even wider, if that was even possible and she nodded gleefully.
"It would be my honour Lockwood" she responded playfully.
George smiled as he watched the scene unfolding before him as Lucy cooed quietly. Glancing beside her she noticed George wore a smug grin on his face.
"Why are u smiling like that?" She asked curiously.
George shrugged happily "Lockwood owes me 20 bucks" he said looking back at the pair.
One bed... four people? - Poly Marauders x reader fluff oneshot
James, Sirius, Remus and Y/N stumbled through the gorgeous glass doors of the hotel letting out a sigh of relief as they did so. Y/N shivered as she settled into the warmth of the indoors, shaking of bits of snow as she did so. Sirius carefully pulled off the hood of his coat, making sure not to mess up his perfectly pristine hair underneath. "Merlin's beard, is the whole of winter's snow arriving tonight?" He asked as the group walked toward check in. Remus handed James his suitcase as he walked up to the counter, the other three taking a seat on the couches in the lobby. Y/N snuggled into James's side, soaking up his warmth as they waited for their boyfriend to check in.
Twenty minutes later Remus still hadn't come back and the check in counters were much busier than before. "Go see what's happening" Y/N urged the raven-haired boy. Sirius groaned, reluctantly getting out of his armchair and going to find Remus. When he returned, he had a shameful expression on his face. "Apparently there was a mistake, and they booked us into a room with one bed" he said rolling his eyes. "Remus is trying to fix it or find another hotel but they're all full up cause of the storm" he explained. Y/N huffed in annoyance letting herself fall back into the couch. "What's wrong, you don't like sharing a bed with us?" James asked, nuzzling into her neck. "You three in a king size bed is cramped enough" she said moving her hand to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. "I don't need to be squished to death between you and Siri" she said smirking at the other boy who feigned offence. "You'd be lucky to be squished to death by me" Sirius said with a haughty hair flick. As Y/N giggled Remus walked over. "Did you fix it?" Y/N questioned sitting up hopefully. "Nope, every room is booked" he said running a hand through his hair. "C'mon" he gestured for them all to get up.
The group piled into the elevator with all their luggage, each imagining just how small the bed would be. As they entered the room, they were met with a queen-sized bed, capable of fitting about two of them comfortably. Sirius and James jumped onto the bed in sync, nearly crashing into each other as Y/N and Remus began to unpack. One hour and four showers later they all crowded around the bed, trying to figure out a way for all of them to fit. "I vote James and Remus on the bottom and me and Y/N on top" Sirius spoke. "And here I was thinking you were the bottom" Y/N replied earning a snort of laughter from Remus and a glare of Siri. "I'm good with that, but I dibs Y/N" James said pulling her into his arms. "No fair, you've got more muscle to accommodate Sirius and his erratic limbs" Remus countered.
After much discussion, they agreed the boys could squish on the bottom while Y/N lay on top. The three Marauders climbed in, Sirius in the middle, tightly pressed up against the other two while James had half his shoulder hanging off the bed and Remus's feet dangling over the edge. "Come here bunny" The tallest boy said, opening his arms for her. She clambered over the many body parts, finally settling partly on top and partly between Remus and Sirius. Sirius attempted to make space for her, pushing his body to the left and then came a large thud from the other side of the bed. James's messy hair appeared just above the sheets with a grumpy look on his face. "Sorry love" Sirius said sheepishly offering the other boy a hand.
James climbed back in and they each adjusted themselves to make room for him, as they did so Remus pulled the blankets toward him to cover his shoulders. "Hey!" James yelled nodding down at his now uncovered feet. "Leave some blanket for the rest of us moons" Sirius said yanking the blanket up to his chin and snuggling into Y/N's side.
When they finally found a way for all of them to stay in the bed, although not very comfortably they each lay still and quiet, listening to the sound of wind rushing outside their window. The frost had already settled on their window creating a glazed effect, and the hum of the heater echoed in the silence.
Unsurprisingly it was Sirius's voice that disturbed the peaceful, yet physically uncomfortable calm. "You know we could totally have fun in this bed" he said and Y/N could practically hear the smirk in voice. James let out a disapproving noise and Remus answered with a smack on the side of his dark haired head. Y/N let out a content sigh, she wanted to pull her boys closer but in this bed, she really didn't need to. Despite the long, uncomfortable night ahead of them, she knew it would never be that bad with her favourite people.
Summary: Loki has a major crush the quiet reader but doesn't know how to get close to you. So he gathers the avengers for a faux magic show where he ‘accidentally’ handcuffs the two of you together, forcing you to spend time with him.
Loki stared at her H/C locks lovingly from across the room. Ever since Y/N had stepped foot into the compound she had intrigued the God of Mischief. While he did not see her often as their missions rarely overlapped, he bubbled with excitement every time he saw her making her morning coffee or relaxing with the other avengers. He had only spoken to her twice, once their first hello upon meeting in the hall and second when she accidentally dropped a stack of files and he was kind enough to help her pick them up.
She seemed rather quiet when talking to others and he was unsure how he to befriend her.Over the past few weeks he had generated many strategies to get Y/N to talk to him. Deciding that life or death, escape situations probably weren't the best environment for their first full conversation, Loki opted for his next devious plan.
He watched Y/N take a seat next to Wanda on the large couch in the avengers living room and tried to hide his smirk. "Welcome" he announced. “To the God of Mischief's magic show" he said using his magic to write his title in the air with sparks. "Okay what are you planning Reindeer Games, if this compound ends up in flames, I swear to-" "Relax my metal acquaintance, your compound will remain safe and sound, as will all of you" Loki cut Tony off with a smile. The other Avengers still looked skeptical, save Peter, Vision and Y/N. His eyes softened, noticing that the girl was not scared of him.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y is Reindeer Games gonna ruin my compound" Tony spoke aloud. "I detect no sign of malicious or deceitful behaviour sir" the assistant announced to the room. "Very well" Stark muttered, leaning back into the couch. Loki smirked as he continued with his act.
He performed a few rudimentary tricks first, then using his magic to conjure some impressive illusions. "For my finale I will need a volunteer" he said, looking out at all the others. He purposefully used his magic to steal Peter's voice in fear that the spider boy would take Y/N's place. "I'll do it" her tentative voice was music to his ears. He bowed deeply, ushering her onto his makeshift stage. "This next trick is an escape illusion, where I will magically free Y/N and I from these, without a key" he said clamping the handcuffs shut on his and Y/N's wrists. He had conjured the cuffs himself, strategically crafting them without key holes and making them strong enough to be almost unbreakable.
"As you can see, they are quite secure" he said lifting his wrist and pulling Y/N's arm up with him. "And now, I shall release from this-" he pretended to stop talking out of panic, as he jerked his wrist, feigning an attempt to get out off the cuffs. He chuckled lightly "Just a moment" he turned around and rapidly fumbled with the metal chains, faking a desperate wrestle with the handcuffs. "Why is it not working" he mumbled.
"You okay there Loki?" Steve asked in a concerned tone. "Quite alright thank you" he snipped. He continued with his sham until finally he dropped the cuffs in defeat. He turned around with a sheepish smile "So um it seems the handcuffs are temporarily stuck" he said. The other avengers broke into yells of indignation yet to his joy, Y/N did not seem as perturbed.
"What did you do, swallow the key?" Bucky asked sarcastically. "There is no keyhole" Loki replied "true magic is a high stakes endeavour"
He answered Bucky's unanswered question and held his chin high. "Can we break it?" Thor asked, and Loki rolled his eyes at his brother's typical violent solution. "I sincerely doubt it" he said. "Okay you know what, Banner and I will go down to the lab and see if we can find a way to crack these" Tony said getting up from his seat and nudging Bruce. "Until then, looks like you're stuck with Reindeer Games" he said to Y/N. She didn't respond and Loki waited for the heroes to clear out before he spoke to her.
"I apologise Lady Y/N, I truly did not mean to get you stuck with me" he said. After all Loki's time in Asgard, he knew the key to making any women melt, was being a gentleman. "That's okay, it might be fun" she replied. He was delighted to learn she wasn't opposed to spending time with him. No one said anything for a moment, Loki silently gestured her towards the couch.
They sat in awkward silence for a while before Y/N spoke up "I'm kinda hungry" she said. "We can get a snack from Stark's cupboard" Loki said. "Or we could make something" she countered with a smile. "What do you propose?" He questioned. She smiled wider and jerked him up, speeding to the kitchen. She began placing trays, bowls and ingredients on the kitchen island, pulling Loki's hand along with hers. "We are gonna make cookies!" She said clapping her hands together. "Interesting what type?" He asked peering over at the food. "Chocolate chip" she said, laying out sheets of baking paper on a tray.
She instructed Loki to put baking soda and salt into a bowl while she fought with the jar of flour, struggling to open the lid. It popped open unexpectedly and a puff of white flour enveloped the god. When the cloud cleared, Loki was left with an irritated expression on his face. The flour had settled in his hair making him look like he aged twenty years. Y/N's hand flew to her mouth as she failed to contain her laugh. She doubled over as she looked at the usually majestic god, covered in baking flour.
It was if her giggles were magical because Loki could not hide the smirk growing on his face. "Oh you think that's funny?" He said, raising an eyebrow. Y/N was too busy laughing to answer. As she tried to catch her breath, Loki dipped his hand into the bag and threw a handful of flour over her bent figure. Her smile was quickly replaced with shock and she let out a gasp. But Y/N was not one to back down, she grabbed a pile, flinging it in Loki's face, making him spit out white smoke. She reached for another handful but the bag disappeared, resurfacing in Loki's grasp.
Thankfully it was in the hand that was chained to Y/N so she could easily steal it back. Loki switched the soft weapon to his other hand and lifted it high into the air. She groaned in frustration, jumping to reach it. On her third jump she knocked over the cookie tray sending it flying into her and Loki. They fell back against the counter and Loki dropped the bag. In an instant, they were both painted in white powder, when they turned to face each other they burst out laughing. "You- you look like an old man" Y/N said between giggles. "I could say the same about you" Loki quipped earning him a slap on the arm.
Coincidentally, they both leaned down to grab the tray and their noses bumped together. Loki chuckled as he helped his flour covered baking partner up. Now standing, Y/N realised how close they were together. Her chest brushed his and she could feel the hotness of his breath. She reached up to dust a bit of flour off his eyelash but then withdrew it, embarrassed. "Sorry" she muttered but before she could move away, he gently clutched her hand. "It's quite alright" he said sincerely, dusting her shoulder to make her feel more comfortable. She smiled up at the god in silent thanks.
Once Loki had used his magic to clean up the kitchen they successfully managed to get the cookies in the oven without any mess. As they waited for them to bake, they sat on top of the island. "You know, when Thor and I were little we used to sneak into the kitchens at night to steal cookies" he said with a fond smile.
"Really?" Y/N laughed. "Yes, in fact we did it every time we had guests because they always made the best cookies for the guests" he said. "We got caught a lot, Thor would just run in and grab as many as he could, whereas I would use more stealthy approach" he said shaking his head amusedly. "But once we became teenagers our midnight escapades stopped" he said with a hint of sadness. "It's nice to have someone to share cookies with again" he said, looking at her with a warm gaze. His blue eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim light, Y/N found herself staring at them longer than she should have.
She reached into the oven, dragging Loki's hand with her. She shut it and a rush of warm air hit her, permeating the kitchen with the smell of freshly baked cookies. "I bet my cookies are better than the ones in Asgard" she said cockily. "Oh do you?" Loki asked, his signature smirk creeping onto his face. "See for yourself" she said carefully sliding one of the cookies off the tray. To her surprise Loki was not startled by the hot crust.
He took a large bite, chewing slowly and carefully. He nodded thoughtfully as he swallowed "It is hard to admit but you may be right" he said savouring the sweet taste that lingered in his mouth. She took a bite too, sighing happily as the chocolate chips melted in her mouth. She leant against the counter, munching on their creation. On the corner of her lips, a bit of chocolate was smudged so Loki took it upon himself to wipe it. He stepped closer to Y/N, rubbing his thumb along her lips and wiping it on a tissue behind her.
She was now trapped between Loki and the counter, yet she wasn't complaining in the slightest. Her breathing grew heavy as Loki's head tilted towards her. Her eyes fluttered close as his lips pressed against her. His fingers danced across her cheeks and he pulled her closer to him by her waist. The kiss grew deeper, as he revelled in the sweetness of her chocolate tongue. A sensation even warmer than her cookies spread through him and he got lost in her kiss.
Reluctantly he pulled apart, not daring to break eye contact. Y/N's eyes were glazed and she had a goofy smile on her face. "I guess you really liked the cookies" she said with a small laugh. His hand dropped to hold the one that was chained to hers, "actually I prefer the baker" he said, leaning in for another impossibly sweet kiss.
An hour later the cookies were almost completely eaten, all that was left was a plate full of crumbs next to the couch. There, Y/N lay between Loki's arms as he told her about the last book he had read. In between sentences Y/N would place little kisses on his jaw, turning Loki a brighter shade of pink each time.
Just as he leaned in for another kiss, the sound of footsteps came from beside the couch. "Whoa, what's going on here?" Tony asked in disbelief. Y/N attempted to sit up, mortified at the situation she had been found in, but Loki pushed her down by the chest. "You are the last one that should criticise public demonstrations of affection" Loki said coolly. "Fair enough" he answered, kneeling down beside the pair.
"Give" Stark said, motioning for their handcuffs. Holding it above the floor, Loki poured a bright purple liquid onto the chain. It sizzled and bubbled but did not even scratch the silver metal. Stark let out a howl of frustration, tossing the empty vial behind him. Loki was bemused. watching the man."No matter" he said calmly, waving his hands and the cuffs disintegrated in a burst of green sparks. "Wha- how?" Y/N stuttered. "It served its purpose" he said pressing a kiss to her forehead. She looked at him in confusion for a second. Then "LOKI" she yelled, but the god only laughed.
Summary: Loki and the reader argue about who's best at literature and make a competition to write the best Shakespeare essay
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Summary: Both Loki and the reader are huge fans of modern literature, they end up bonding over classic books, movies and even essays
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"Slytherin" "Ravenclaw" "Slytherin" "Ravenclaw!" "SLYTHERIN" "RAVENCLAW!" Y/N yelled. "I am Loki, of Asgard and I am burdened with GLORIOUS PURPOSE!" Loki shot back. "I am ambitious and cunning and devious, I am quite literally the God of Mischief" he said, nostrils flaring. "Yeah but you're a nerd" Y/N replied and Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You're witty, you're intelligent and I haven't seen you go one day without a book" she argued. "Just because I posses traits of Ravenclaw doesn't mean I am one" he huffed. "Just because you have some Slytherin doesn't mean you're not Ravenclaw" she said, mocking him. Loki let out a heavy, exasperated sigh. "My Lady if we continue to argue about this we will never finish Prisoner of Azkaban" he said, gesturing to the movie that was cued up and ready to play on the tv. "Fineeee" she said with a small pout.
Snuggling into the couch, under her blanket she reached for the remote to press play. Loki used his magic to draw the curtains closed and dim the lights before settling into the cushions. They watched in silence, each with a wide smile on their face. Every once in a while, one would make a comment but there was little sound of voices until that scene.
"Ahhhh!" Y/N screamed into her pillow, feeling heat gathering in her cheeks. "What, what is it?" Loki asked, eager to be part of her excitement. The girl simply pointed to the screen, when Loki looked to see what had gotten her all worked up, he could not believe his eyes. "Malfoy?" He asked incredulously. She grinned and nodded. "He's so hot" she said giggling while clutching her pillow. "He's blonde" Loki retorted, scrunching his nose. "He's cooool" she said. "I think you'd like him, he's kind of like you" Y/N quickly caught herself before she continued.
Recently she had noticed herself having feelings for a certain god of mischief. Initially she had pushed them down in fear of ruining their friendship but they were rather hard to ignore when she spent so much time with Loki.
Thankfully her embarrassment wasn't noticed by Loki who was too engrossed in the movie. Every time Malfoy popped up, he unconsciously clenched his jaw. Maybe he was trying to figure out their similarities, Y/N thought. Eventually the end credits of the movie played, but Loki was yet to hit pause. "I like Sirius" he said turning to her, ready to engage in what had become a traditional post-movie debrief. "I loooove Sirius too, I love all the Marauder's actually" she said. "Except Peter" she added, a disgusted expression sneaking onto her face.
The other avengers heard their voices floating in from the living room. As Tony took a sip of his coffee he shook his head. "Do you think he knows?" He asked Thor, who was sitting in front of him, munching on a pop tart. "It is unlikely" Thor said, turning around to glance at his brother. "Do you think Lady Y/N is aware of his feelings?" He questioned and Stark sighed. "Nope" he said looking over at the secretly love struck pair.
The next day Y/N walked into the library to see Loki with his most recent exploration into Shakespeare. "Ahh moved onto Macbeth I see" she said plopping herself down on the chair next to Loki's. "I think you'll like that one, the main character goes mad" she added cheekily. "Mmm indeed, I find myself being reminded of you as I read it" Loki quipped. The devilish smile that had appeared on Y/N's face quickly disappeared sending Loki into a fit of laughter. "Yeah well, I could be a great Lady Macbeth" Y/N responded, crossing her arms. "I'm sure you would" he said with a chuckle.
"Oh, I was so good at Shakespeare essays in high school" she said leaning back as she remembered her school days. "Yes it is lucky, I wasn't there" Loki said making Y/N's eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean?" She inquired. "Well, I would've... how you mortals say, crushed you, had we been educated together" he answered. Y/N's jaw dropped so low it nearly touched the floor. "I studied him for 7 years! You just started seeing his plays and you think you could do better than me?" She asked in disbelief. "I am a god" he said, his familiar smirk taking its usual place upon his face.
"Alright then" Y/N said determinedly. "You and me, essay competition" she said, her eyebrows flashing. "Right now?" He spoke. "You got anywhere else to be" she said, attempting to psych him out. "No" he murmured. "Good" she stood up quickly "time starts now, we compare at 7pm" she said running to find her laptop. Loki smiled to himself as he conjured a trailing piece of parchment and a quill, starting to scribble on the yellowed paper.
As Y/N rushed through the halls, she turned the corner and ran into something solid. "Oh, hey Bucky" she greeted the soldier she had bumped into. "Hello Y/N, where are you off to in such a hurry" he said looking down at her. "Essay competition with Loki" she said and he looked at her skeptically. "Nerds" he muttered before walking away. Y/N continued her journey upstairs, already imaging the look on Loki's face when she proved she could write better than him.
"I'm gonna kick your butt Laufeyson" she said when she returned to the library. As well as her laptop, she held a stack of books she had gathered from around the library. "I highly doubt that Lady Y/N" Loki said winking at her. She ignored the flutters in her stomach and her shortness of breath by getting right to work. The room echoed with the sound of fingers typing and a quill scratching on paper.
At last the hands on the clock reached seven and Y/N sat up with a triumphant smile. "Let's do this" she said sliding her laptop over to Loki's side of the desk. He smirked at her enthusiasm passing her his long roll of parchment. Before she took it, she looked at Loki sternly "Honest reviews okay" she said and Loki placed a hand on his chest signalling he would not lie. She began reading his writing, her eyes dancing over his elegant script. While Loki lacked some of the in-depth knowledge of Shakespearean literature his language was impeccable she thought, tracing her hand over the soft paper.
Loki was astounded as he scanned her laptop, taking in the words she read. Y/N had found hidden meanings, he never would have dreamed of, yet as he read the tiny printed letters each paragraph clicked into place. He but the inside of his cheek wondering how would be able to admit to Y/N that her essay was better. Even admitting it to himself was slightly painful.
Once she was done she looked up at the god, giving him her feedback as politely as she could. "I hate to say it, but your writing is wayyy better than mine" she said with a sheepish laugh. Loki was taken aback by this and quickly contended. "No, no, my language was good but your insights were extraordinary" he said, eyes shining in admiration. She giggled softly unable to meet his gaze. "Well thank you. You may be good at writing but it's takes quite a while to be good at Shakespeare" she said.
Loki had a history of being a sore loser and he was determined not to behave that way in front of Y/N. He swallowed thickly before replying "Yes I suppose so" Y/N beamed at him. "This was fun" she said. To Loki's surprise, she crossed to the other side of the table and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her touch felt warm around him, her frame slightly smaller than his. He carefully snaked his arms around her, holding her as if she were as delicate as glass. When she pulled apart her body heat was gone, yet she still left a warm sensation spreading throughout Loki's extremities. "C'mon let's go get some dinner" she said motioning for him to follow her.
As he did so he had a strange feeling, a rather comforting feeling. As simple as walking out of the library with her felt, an invisible voice whispered to Loki that this felt right.
After dinner Y/N tossed her plate into the sink. "You know if you're wondering what to read next, I suggest Othello" she said taking the god's plate out of his hands as well. Loki hummed with a twinkle in his eyes. "Unfortunately I have a less, poetic book to read" he said, waving the four Harry Potter book at her.
Summary: Loki and the reader are paired up for combat training
Loki reluctantly lined up with the other avengers as Steve and Natasha stood in front of them. "Welcome back to your weekly combat training" Steve announced. "Since we spent the last three weeks covering different attack strategies I figured this week we can just practise sparring which will give you a chance to revise everything you've learnt" he said, Loki fought the urge to shape-shift into Steve and mock the patriotic hero. "Alright so we're
gonna pair you up and we can get to work" Natasha said clapping her hands. They walked along the line pairing up the superheroes, Loki zoned out as he impatiently waited for his turn. "Okay and Loki I'm gonna have you with Y/N"
Steve said, gesturing down the line. Loki raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name and leaned forward to see who Steve was pointing at.
There was a large variety of superheroes at the compound, in different sizes shapes and forms yet what Loki saw before him was certainly unexpected. Smiling at him from down the line was a short, dark clad woman with H/C hair. A smirk grew on his face as he looked his opponent up and down. He would defeat this tiny mortal in less than a minute and he wouldn't even have to mess up his hair he thought snidely. She stepped forward when Steve introduced her. "Y/N is a stealth and intelligence officer so she's here for her monthly mandatory training session" he explained. Loki nodded already bored even though they hadn't even started.
Eventually they walked off, Y/N finding an empty space on the padded floor. Loki followed her with a mischievous smile. She shifted into a fighting stance and waited for Loki to make the first move. He sighed in an exasperated way and stepped forward opting for a swift punch. To his surprise before his fist made contact she had moved to the side. Unfazed he tried again this time trying to knock her off balance but once again, she evaded his attempt. Loki stopped an expression of shock from crossing his face. She had simply gotten lucky he told himself and now moved in for a much more complex manoeuvre that would end with her on the ground. He managed to successfully lift her into the air and bring her back down, but before he could secure her place on the mat she had wriggled out of his grip. Loki huffed in annoyance and Y/N smiled cheekily, the action only irritated the God of Mischief more as he squared up for another attack.
After several more attempts Loki's hair was falling over his face as he pushed himself back to a standing position. While Y/N had not achieved a completed attack against Loki, she had managed to escape all of his. Loki was practically boiling at this point, his frustration threatening to boil over and explode on the smaller girl. The whole time Y/N giggled each time she dodged a punch which only added to the god's vexation. Thankfully, she asked for a water break which allowed Loki to have a minute to himself. He took a deep breath in, in an effort to calm himself, breathing out slowly. 'It's just like a training session in Asgard' he murmured quietly. 'You're having fun'
When they returned to sparring Loki's attitude change could not have been more drastic. While on the surface he continued to act disinterested or annoyed at her countless parries, he secretly found himself enjoying it. He had never contended with someone who had such a unique fighting style and it intrigued the god greatly. In fact as they went back and forth he couldn't help the smile the crept onto his face. As he examined Y/N's movements he tried to ignore the warm sensation in his chest that came with each of her giggles. If it wasn't for his ego he might have considered letting her win a round.
Finally Loki glanced at the clock realising they only had a few more minutes. Some of the other pairs were beginning to shake hands and walk off the mats but lucky for him, Y/N hadn't realised yet. He had to act fast so he tapped into his more magical strategies. He used his powers to temporarily freeze her in place and once he managed to get ahold of her, he pinned the girl against the wall. She gasped as his hands held hers together above her head, pressing them against the wall. It was then that Loki realised just how close they were. His chests heaved, up and down, he was sure Y/N could feel his breath fanning her face. When he looked down at her she had a stunned expression which he met with his signature smirk. It took a moment for her to recover but once she did, she smiled back at him. Loki found himself being drawn to Y/N leaning in, he caught sight of her lips below his. He felt the softness of her skin and the warmth of her touch, the intensity of her gaze almost made him melt. His lips just seconds away, his eyes fluttered closed before
A piercing whistle met his ears, making both of them flinch. "Let's go reindeer games, you can practice more next week" Stark said pointing to his watch. Loki reluctantly let go of her hands and moved back, allowing her to step off of the wall. "We will continue this some other time" he said, winking before he walked off. As he turned back to look at her one last time he saw the pink hue that had covered her cheeks and the wide grin she sported. She waved at him and Loki exited the gym, eagerly anticipating their next meeting
Summary: there's an invasion at the compound and Y/N runs out into the middle of the fight. When she sees a gunmen aim at Loki she has to make a split second decision
Y/N rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and she blindly pushed herself up off her pillow. She heard thuds and bangs but they seemed somewhat far away. In her disoriented state she sat up looking around to see what was causing the noise when suddenly the alarm blared, the awful sound blaring in her ears. Now wide awake Y/N climbed out of bed, ignoring the coldness of the floor on her feet. The thuds and bangs were much louder now, coupled with panicked yells and FRIDAY's unintelligible warnings.
She had no idea what to do so Y/N did the safest thing possible and crawled under her bed. Barely breathing, she lay there on the ice cold tiles listening to the deafening sounds. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something else but with each bang and each thud she was abruptly jerked back to reality.
After a minute things grew quieter, Y/N peeked out from under bed hoping that the fight had subsided. Unfortunately she was all too wrong as just then the hinges flew off her door as a large explosion shook her room. The bed was blown off its base, crashing into the wall on the side of the room. She flinched covering her head with her hands, involuntarily curling up.
A large, angry looking man strode into the room and his eyes fell upon Y/N. She shoved down her panic upon seeing the terrifying man and forced herself to her feet. The man advanced upon her reaching out his hands to maim or grab her but there was no way Y/N would let that happen without a fight. She dodged the man's grasp and lunged for the exit, he was hot on her heels as she skidded through the compounds corridors. She almost tripped running down the stairs and she ran into total chaos.
There was rubble and dust scattered everywhere, the yells and thuds were heard much clearer now. Y/N could make out the figures of people fighting but it was too dark and dusty to see exactly who each dark body was. She weaved through the broken furniture trying to find some form of escape when she recognised a family god, with his dagger at an enemies throat.
Loki panted heavily as he sliced his dagger across the throat of yet another enemy, tossing them to the side. Yet with each defeat he was met with another opponent and he was getting frustrated. He blocked a punch to his stomach and was about to send his foe flying when a small mass hit his side.
Y/N was still wading her way through the broken glass and objects trying to find an exit when she noticed Loki fighting not one but two men simultaneously. She saw a third making his way toward him and she was about to call out to the god of mischief before an enemy raised a gun and aimed at Loki's jet black hair. Y/N reacted before she could think, she ran towards Loki as fast as her feet would carry her. The trigger was pulled and the gun's sound echoed in Y/N's ears. She rammed into Loki's side knocking him out of harm's way.
"What on Asgard are you doing you pathetic morta-" Loki trailed off when he saw a patch of blood growing in Y/N's abdomen. She pressed a hand to where the bullet had hit her and looked up at Loki with petrified eyes. Before he could reprimand her he blocked another blow from the cloaked intruders.
He stood up and with a swift kick to the head he knocked his foe out and soon after placed the second in a headlock. As the man grew limp in Loki's arms and slowly fell to the floor he dusted off his hands and ran to where Y/N lay. "What were you thinking you fool?” he said examining her wound. She tried to reply but only a staggered sigh came out. "We can't stay here" he said gathering Y/N into his arms. He picked her up with ease and surveyed the scene around him. He sped through the ruined living room using his magic to remove anyone that stood in his way.
As they moved through the battle Y/N's eyes began to close. When Loki noticed he shook her shoulders "No, no Y/N stay awake, you've gotta stay awake for me okay" he said, anxiety filling his chest as he tried to find a safe place for her. She mumbled some sort of agreement and her vision grew darker. Her limbs felt heavy as each blink got longer until finally she was engulfed in darkness.
When Y/N awoke she was nearly blinded by a beaming white light. A repetitive beeping made her aware of her throbbing head and aching all across her body. She groaned as she tried to sit up but was immediately stopped by a piercing pain in her abdomen. "Stay down, it'll be less painful for you" a voice said and she felt a hand on her shoulder gently pushing her into the bed. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw none other than the god of mischief. Although the Loki in front of her had considerably messier hair and dark bags under his eyes that she had never seen before.
"You're an idiot you know that" he said settling back into his chair. "I believe the words you're looking for are thank you" she managed to speak as she carefully adjusted her position. "Why would I thank you for putting your life in danger?" he retorted. "Because I was saving your life jackass" she yelled, wincing at the unpleasant sensation it caused in her lower stomach. Loki's eyes softened "Thank you for your courageous act" he said quietly. "You're welcome" she smiled.
Loki's leg shook with anticipation as he wrestled with whether or not to ask the burning question in his mind. "Why did you do it?" He asked looking at her in confusion. "Because I didn't want you to get hurt" she said, as if it was as simple as the sky being blue. "You're a nice friend Loki and I didn't want you to get injured or worse" she said. Loki's eyes watered at her answer. "It was not worth your life my love" Y/N blushed at his words. "I too would be very upset if that bullet would had been more fatal" he said avoiding her eyes.
Her cheeks grew even redder as she smirked at the trickster. "What are you trying to say?" She asked teasingly. Loki sighed deeply at the look on her face "I am trying to say I care about you a great deal and although you are a reckless idiot, in light of recent events I would like to spend our time together as more than companions" he said awaiting her response. Y/N giggled. "I like you too Loki" the god let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She reached her arms out to him and Loki quickly embraced her in a hug. "I love you, you fool" he murmured placing a kiss on the top of her head.
Summary: Both Loki and the reader are huge fans of modern literature, they end up bonding over classic books, movies and even essays
(Mentions of Harry Potter and Shakespeare)
Y/N - Your name
H/L - hair length
H/C - hair colour
H/P/H - your Harry Potter house
"Hi Loki"
"Hey Loki"
"Whatcha reading?"
That was where this had all started. When Tony Stark's new intern had arrived the compound Loki paid no mind to her. As far as he was concerned she was just another annoying (change that word) Midgardian. But as time passed he found himself being more intrigued by the young girl. She had H/L, H/C hair that fell perfectly over her head and was always curious and interested in whatever activity Mr Stark was engaging in.
Unlike the rest of the team, except for that insistent spider boy, she greeted him whenever they ended up in the same room, despite his less than enthusiastic responses each time. Over time her greetings became longer, asking him how he was or frequently commenting on the book he was reading. He always had a book, no matter where he was. Loki had seen her from time to time in the library where she always sat in the same spot right in the corner, nestled in a cosy reading nook.
When he realised that like the spider boy, she was not going to give up, he went beyond tolerating her to actually answering her in detail when she asked for his thoughts about his latest book. And so began a series of exchanges each no longer than 20 minutes in length, yet after every one Loki longed for another.
"Hey Loki"
"Lady Y/N" he spoke smoothly. She plopped down next to him on the couch. He glanced at the clock against the wall and realised that her shift with Stark must be over. "How was serving the man of iron?" He asked casually, not that he cared about the answer. She smirked at the name but said truthfully "it was fine, just watched him work on his suits mostly" Loki nodded in response.
"How goes Romeo and Juliet" she asked, peeking at the book that lay in his lap. "It's very well written but I find myself being frustrated at the stupidity of the children" he said with a laboured sigh. This made Y/N laugh. "Yeah that's kind of the biggest criticism of it, everyone thinks it's this tragic, romantic story when really it's just about two reckless (change word) teenagers" she said. Loki hummed his agreement.
"You know if you like the way this is written I have another book you may like" she said. Loki's eyebrow quirked showing a sign of interest. "Oh really?" He questioned. "Yeah, let's go" she replied walking off without waiting for his answer. Loki hurried to follow her as she snaked through the compounds many corridors.
At last she reached her destination, entering the wide double doors that was the library. She ran past many shelves before stopping at one, she combed the lines of books carefully from floor to ceiling before turning to the next aisle, eventually two aisles later she called out to Loki. "Here" she exclaimed dragging over a chair and then climbing upon it to reach a book on a higher shelf. "I could've gotten it for you" he said watching the mortal strain herself on her tippy toes. "Yes but why inconvenience a god" she said with a small smirk. Loki was taken aback but revelled in her boldness. It had been ages since someone other than Thor had jested with him and believe me, Thor is not an expert in jesting.
"Well what is this tale" he said taking the book in his hands. It was heavy and a little worn, the dark cover had crinkles along the spine and a couple bent pages. "The lord of the rings" she said and Loki looked up at her quizzically. "A king with rings?" He asked dumbfounded. "You could find that anywhere couldn't you" he said but Y/N didn't hear over her laughter. "No" she giggled. "It's about this magical ring and a group of people who have to destroy it before it curses the land" she said. "I see" he said turning it over hesitantly. "I know it doesn't sound like much but I think you'll really like it, it's got complex writing like Shakespeare but it's a little more modern" she added. The god of mischief still looked unsure.
"Just try it" she said pressing the book into his chest. Then she turned on her heel and walked out of the library leaving Loki with his new reading material. After a moment of pondering he shrugged and settled himself into an armchair at the back of the library.
The next time Loki saw Y/N he was eager to tell her about the book, even calling out to her first, before she could greet him. "Miss Y/N" he called and Y/N turned to see him gesturing over excitedly. "Hey Loki" she said, surprised by his sudden and newfound enthusiasm. "You know you can just call me Y/N right" she said with a small smile. "I can but my mother taught me to be a gentleman" he said nonchalantly. "Your recommendation was excellent, Mr Tolkien's work is certainly admirable" he said looking down at the book in awe.
"I thought you'd like it" she said with a chuckle. "I loved reading it for the first time, except for the endless pages describing trees" she said and Loki did something she never expected, he laughed. And not a sly sneer or a jeering snicker but a genuine laugh. "Yes he does drone on at times" he said smiling at her. "Well I've got to go, Mr Stark needs me back in the lab soon but we can chat more tonight yeah?" She said, once again hurrying off before he could answer. "Yeah" he said quietly and settled back into the couch with a soft sigh.
Loki and Y/N chatted over many books, Y/N was eager to know what Loki's first impressions of each book and character was and Loki was just as eager to talk about it. He had never had a friend to engage with about literature, let alone someone who was as passionate as Y/N was about it.
This evenings conversation revolved around their favourite books, Loki was currently telling Y/N about his favourite tale in the Asgardian library.
"It's wonderful really, it's highly engaging and it's impeccably written, I stayed up all night to read it when I was younger" he said with a nostalgic smile. By now Y/N had grown used to his smile, enjoying (change word) the way his lips turned up at the end and his eyes softened. What she hadn't yet noticed was that his eyes only softened for her.
"There were many other tales I enjoyed as a child. Looking back at them, they weren't critically the best but there is something lovely about childhood stories" he said and Y/N agreed thoughtfully. "Say, what is your favourite book Lady Y/N" Loki asked curiously. "Oh it's not that good" she laughed "just an enjoyable one from my childhood" she said with a fond smile. "If you don't mind I'd like to hear about it" he said leaning in slightly.
Y/N had also grown used to his kind words and couldn't fathom how the gentle creature in front of her had been the same one who terrorised New York all those years ago. Whenever she was with him Loki was polite and kind, if not a bit cheeky.
So Y/N began her long spiel about her favourite book, telling Loki about the plot and her favourite characters but being careful not to spoil anything. The whole time Loki listened intently, focusing on her every word with interest. "I must say, Lady Y/N, I am intrigued, it must be a rather good book if it is favoured by someone such as yourself" he said. "Oh" she said letting out a breath, Loki's subtle compliments always seemed to flatter her to the point of flustering. "I mean it is really good but it's a children's book" she said.
"I'd like to read it" Loki said with a determined smile. "You don't have to" she answered quickly. "No, you have been kind enough to recommend me books and give me someone to talk to about them. I would like to see what you love, even if it is meant for children" he said with a sincere smile. "Okay I'll see if there's a copy in the library after work" she said with a wide grin. "I look forward to it" Loki said. "But until then, I take my leave" he said standing up and brushing off his cape swiftly. "Lady Y/N" he said, placing a small kiss on her hand. It left the girl all fuzzy and warm as she traced over the place his lips had touched. As she too left the room, she tried to hide her rosy pink cheeks.
A few nights later Loki came striding up to where she sat by the kitchen island, clutching a steaming mug of hot chocolate. "Lady Y/N, Harry Potter is positively incredible" he said setting the book down on the countertop. Only it wasn't the first book as Y/N had expected but the second in the Harry Potter series.
"You're already on the second book?" She exclaimed in surprise. I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to read Philosopher's Stone and I finished it by morning" he said with a triumphant smile. "And you liked it?" "I did, oh it was wonderful! The words are simple yet her world is extraordinary, the story was quite addictive" he said paging through the second book. Y/N's eyes shone with happiness which did not go unnoticed by the god. "So this morning I went to the library to get the second"He said showing her the book and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Ahhh! Chamber of secrets is my favourite one" she said excitedly "how far have you read?" Loki talked about it in detail and Y/N grew happier with each word. "Oh my god but wait what did you think about the first one?"
And so began their longest conversation yet, extending late into the night when the other Avengers started complaining about the noise throughout dinner. "We'll talk about it more tomorrow" she said, finally tossing her mug in the sink. "Oh but I'm so glad you liked it" she said and on impulse she rounded the corner of the kitchen island and threw her arms around Loki, engulfing him in a hug. The god of mischief was so shocked he didn't move for a moment, but quickly recovered and placed his hands around her tentatively. She let go and said goodnight to the other avengers before hurrying up the staircase to her room.
At the dining table the superheroes were whispering to each other. "Did she just hug Loki?" "And he hugged back!" "He didn't try to stab her or anything"
They all looked at him astounded, but Loki was too busy, buried in his book, or so it seemed. Really the god of mischief was hiding a smile as he replayed their moment in his head.
The next day at lunch Y/N walked up to Loki. "Hi Loki" she said and was greeted as usual. "Guess what, I had an amazing idea" she said, she was almost about to burst with excitement. "Oh yes?" He asked feigning coolness, he had grown to love her excited displays and the way he longed her to tell him what had made her so joyful. "Now that you've read the first Harry Potter book you can watch the movie, and I was wondering if you wanted to watch it with me!" She said happily, trying to hide her nervousness.
While she had been friendly with the god before, never had she been so bold in assuming they were close enough friends to watch a movie and part of her was scared Loki would scoff in disbelief. "I'd love to" he said, failing to hide the smile that had appeared on his face. "Yayyy" she cried practically jumping up and down in her excitement. Loki pretended to be annoyed "Yes I shall tolerate some odd Midgardian entertainment for one night" he said with his signature smirk. "I'll see you tonight then" she said. Loki smiled contentedly, watching her skip off to wherever Stark was.
That night Loki heard a quiet knock at his door. "Come in" he said smoothing out his hair in the mirror across from his bed. Y/N entered in her pyjamas holding drinks and a bucket of popcorn. "Hiiii" she said carefully setting the food down on his bedside table. Now that she was nearer Loki noticed a pattern on her pyjama pants. "Great Asgard, are you wearing Harry Potter pyjamas" he asked incredulously. Y/N answered sheepishly "What, I thought I'd stay in theme" she said showing off her H/P/H pants. "Hmm" Loki said before waving his hand. A shower of green covered his body before fading away leaving the god with an elegant Slytherin ensemble.
She chuckled before settling in beside Loki. The evening was spent laughing and gasping at every plot twist even though both knew what was coming. Loki enjoyed secretly watching her reactions at pivotal points of the movie. Once the end credits had played Loki and Y/N burst into discussion covering everything from his favourite scene to Draco Malfoy's hairstyle choices. Y/N talked until her mouth hurt and smiled until her cheeks hurt, Loki could not remember the last time he was this happy.
The pair talked and talked, each to focused on each other to notice the numbers on the clock rapidly ticking by, until suddenly it was 4 am and neither had gotten a wink of sleep. "I'll see you tomorrow Loki" she said climbing out of his bed. "Wait" he called out to her. It took him a moment to say his next words. "I truly enjoyed this night with you, I don't remember the last time I was this happy" he said swallowing nervously. "Me too" she said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Goodnight Loki" she whispered. "Goodnight Lady Y/N" he said as she crept out of his room.
The next morning Y/N yawned widely as she swirled her cup of coffee. "Whoa you look terrible" Tony said as he walked behind her turning on the coffee machine. "Gee thanks" she said sarcastically. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked leaning against the countertop. "No I was up until four with Loki" she said rubbing her tired eyes. "Oh okay don't need to know about your intimate activities with reindeer games I just wa-" "what no, n0" Y/N cut him off when she realised what her words sounded like. "We were just talking about Harry Potter" she explained. "Yeah you don't need to make excuses" Stark said walking off, leaving Y/N to think about last nights activities with a smile.
Summary: Loki and the reader argue about who's best at literature and make a competition to write the best Shakespeare essay
"Slytherin
