#Heloise's inbox

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

I didn't wanna ask you anything, I just wanted to say hi! I've been reading your works on Wattpad since 2021 and omg I can't believe I came across you again😭😭 U were literally the highlight of my every Harry Potter phase (which was yearly). It's honestly feel like an old friend‼️ I LOVEE your Oliver Wood imagines, can say you're one of the (not) many authors who get him right! Love u and keep safe always!

Awww, aren't you a sweetheart?! <3

I'm so glad you enjoyed my fics. Oliver was such an adorable idiot, I couldn't not write for him.

I found writing Oliver so relaxing and fun, but I always thought that barely anyone cared about him. And then people started to comment that they were interested in more Oliver fics and I was baffled because he was such a small character in the HP fans' eyes. But then it made me so happy that I found my people.

I'm really happy you liked my fics and I'm even happier that you popped into my inbox :D

Thank you so so much!

[moodyseal]

i hear you are 🤡clowning🤡 over Commodus coming to his senses so I have slid into your inbox to 🤡clown🤡 with you about it

What 🤡clown🤡 thoughts have you been harboring about this👀

for science.

🤡<-me and you

SOMEONE WILLING TO CLOWN WITH ME A BIT okay uhm. I was mostly having thoughts about the reasons for his behaviour, actually, and in the end I came to the conclusion that he's not entirely unredeemable, or at least he wasn't up until the fight at the Waystation in TDP, where he became a serious threat to the lives of the people who lived there (and actually got Heloise killed)

Like, if you ignore for a moment his past deeds and historical background (because if we accepted the atrocities as quirky parts of Apollo's personality we can do the same for him /j) and look at what he actually did for the first two thirds of the book, you'll notice that he wasn't as cruel as, say, Caligula or Nero. For example, he didn't kill all the prisoners he was holding captive, like Caligula would've done, even if Georgina (and maybe Hunter, since she's one of Artemis' hunters) was the only one that was actually useful in luring Apollo in, and at the end of the book he was still agreeing to let everyone go as long as Apollo and Meg went with him.

This shows that he is capable of some kind of restraint and not totally incapable to be reasoned with, which makes for some solid villain redemption arc material; the only problems, other than his small bloodlust problem that, again, we'll skip over for now and deal with some other day, are

a) the behavioural issues his relationship with his father led to (that could've been actually dealt with if only someone told him that therapists are an option today),

b) his ugly, horrid desire of revenge against Apollo,

and c) his narcissistic tendencies, which resulted in him not acknowledging the whole concept of. You know. Other people's feelings and how his actions might affect them.

They're all intrinsically tied together, and as a whole they're the main reason why, in the past as well as after his death and deification, Commodus was unwilling to accept any sort of help or suggestion coming from the people around him, and Apollo specifically. Before his death, he didn't acknowledge that there was a problem with his behaviour at all; to him, his actions were always right, and the people around him were vilifying him when he didn't deserve it, all while trying to suffocate his desires and needs. The lack of his father's support throughout his adolescence only intensified those feelings, and at the same time rendered him all the more vulnerable, making him latch strongly onto anyone he felt like would always support him—Apollo, in this case. Inevitably, the betrayal of the only person he trusted unconditionally (which was done for Rome and its citizens' own good, but was still a betrayal) had an explosive result, leading to Commodus' attitude worsening, him becoming effectively deaf to the guidance of anyone who didn't agree with him (when in the past there was a chance that maybe he would have listened to Apollo, at least, had he intervened sooner) and, finally, him making his life's goal destroying Apollo's life.

Despite the fact that any last bit of love Commodus had for him turned into blinding hatred, though, there were still some feelings in his heart that weren't rage. He didn't show them; on the contrary, he tried to hide them, and that's because they were a sign that there was still some vulnerability left in him—that he cared, to a degree. Had Commodus' revenge been the two dimensional kind, where he didn't give any sign of care about what happened two thousand years before and operated solely on the train of thought of "kill, maim, destroy" even when he barely thought about Apollo being the reason he died, I wouldn't have thought of there being a chance of him coming to his senses. But instead, with these feelings, Commodus demonstrated that he didn't forget, and that as much as he hid himself behind his glitter and his spectacles and his luxurious palaces, what Apollo did ultimately affected him. He still cared about what Apollo did in the past, and about what he was doing in the present too. In a way (and this is purely my personal perception, as everything I've written above is) it seemed that, consciously or subconsciously, he was even waiting for some sort of feedback, for a response that Apollo didn't give.

Why else would he insist so much? For what other purpose would he throw back his death in Apollo's face again and again, if not to get a reaction out of him?

I don't actually know how, exactly, it would be possible to fix all these issues, as well as their relationship. I have thought a lot about a scenario where Commodus realizes he's in the wrong, where Apollo manages to bring him to the good side just like he did with Lityerses, and this behaviour of his is exactly the reason why I never figured out how it would happen. How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? Apollo tried and failed, didn't he?

Maybe not enough.

It's true that Commodus was a selfish, arrogant man, as it is true that Apollo tried to help him, only giving up on his insistence when the man he loved went down a path of no return. It's also true that he didn't reprimand him for what he did once, trying to get to him through good humour and support, being too permissive when Commodus didn't need permissiveness, but some strength of character from someone he trusted. It's also true that Apollo never apologized.

I don't remember much about TDP and TTT, but didn't Apollo never mention once to Commodus the reasons for what he did? He cried about that day on his own, never with him, never showing Commodus that he has suffered for that murder just as much as he did.

Maybe the apology wouldn't have changed anything, maybe Commodus would've stayed the same ruthless man he's been for the whole series. But I like to think that it could've potentially stirred something inside him anyway.

[sailorshadzter]

Jonsa Abelard and Heloise AU (basically a teacher AU set in medival times)

not gonna lie

this just gave me an excuse to write somethign spicy lol

so thanks anon & sorry this has been in my inbox so very long!!!

send me prompts

The princess is beautiful.

Jon has tutored many noble born girls and boys alike, but never before a young woman nearly grown. In truth, she doesn’t seem to be all that much younger than he is, save a year or two. But there she sits at the table in the solar, with wide blue eyes the color of the sky when it’s just rained and long red hair that she wears loose, a few braids pinned into place to give her a windswept look that steals the breath from his lungs. “Princess,” he finally greets when he finds his voice, offering her a quick bow as a smile curves upon her lips.

“You must be Jon,” she replies with a Northern accent he’s only heard a few times before. It’s not everyday that a Stark comes South, after all. She’s come to seal a marriage treaty between the newly independent North and South, the former King Robert having betrothed his son and heir Joffrey to her before his death. In an effort to secure peace for the kingdoms, the betrothal was confirmed by both the King in the North, her brother, and the newly crowned Jofffey. Jon has grown up alongside Joffrey all of these years, bastard born as he was, a ward of Robert Baratheon from the hands of Rhaegar Targaryen himself. Jon knows well enough that the only reason he’s even alive today is because of the love Robert Baratheon bore both Ned Stark, his uncle, and Lyanna, his mother. They were cousins, in truth, he and this princess. Proving himself from a young age to be intellectual, in both battle and academics, he was put into Joffrey’s household, likely in hopes to make a man out of his heir… But, as most people have learned, there’s no changing Joffrey. Now that they’ve both grown, Jon has become the palace teacher, his usual students the young Prince Tommen and Princess Mrycella, along with a handful of other noble’s children. 

And that was how he found himself where he was now, to tutor the newly arrived Princess of the North, Sansa Stark. He’s been told her education in the North was typical of any noble born girl, but the crown wishes to see for themselves, he assumes to ensure that she’s been as well bred as they claim her to be. “Aye, I am, my lady,” he says, approaching the table to set down the load of books he carries. “They say I am to be your teacher.”

Again she smiles, tilting her head so that her hair cascades across a shoulder. “So I’ve heard,” she replies, though if anyone asked for her opinion, there was little education this man could give her. Anyone that knew her knew she was a lady from three, a perfected curtsy before her fourth nameday could even come to pass. Her courtly manners were above reproach, far superior to even the most senior noble women of this court. Beyond that, her father had believed in education, even for his daughters, and so she had attended all the same lessons as Robb, excelling in all of them beyond even her older brother. “I hope to learn from you, ser.” She says sweetly, knowing better than to dare make a move against anyone in her husband-to-be’s circle. She’s known Joffrey all of a fortnight but she already knows well what she’s up against. 

It’s Jon’s turn to smile as he sinks down across from her, opening the top book.

And so their lessons will begin. 

[ x x x ]

Her breath comes in short, soft gasps, the feel of her grasping hands sending waves of pleasure rushing through him.

Jon can’t really say when this happened, but sometime after her marriage to the King took place, their lessons became anything but lessons. In truth, as he looks down at her, with her powder blue skirts up around her hips, head thrown back so her hair falls down her back, he can’t help but to laugh. Hearing him, she looks up, a perfectly sculpted brow arching with a silent question. “I just wonder who taught you to be so wonton,” he whispers as he leans over her, kissing her, cherishing the taste of her lips against his. He hates to think that she must share a bed with the tyrant King Joffrey, who certainly does not treat her as she deserves to be treated. Not in any sense. 

“Why, I imagine it was you,” she replies breathlessly as he runs a hand across the swell of her breasts, the neck of her gown pulled low to give him access. His other hand is sweeping lower, down past her hips which he cannot even find beneath the folds of her gown, instead to slip between the warmth of her inner thighs. They are in the very same solar they’ve spent many days within, the very same one they met in so many months ago; anyone could walk in and find their queen in such a state- perhaps that’s what made this all the more thrilling. “I believe it to be all you’ve taught me since we met,” she giggles, but a moan follows as he brushes his fingertips along her most sensitive of places. 

“Surely I’ve taught you something else,” he quips back, raising his own brow back at her, a grin on his lips. 

As her hands reach for the laces of his breeches, she’s peering up at him from beneath her lashes, weakening his knees with her lustful gaze. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, are twisting into a mischievous smile as she takes him into her palm. “There’s this,” she reminds him as she begins to move her hand in a way that has him throwing his head back instead, the sound of her given name falling from his lips more like a groan than speech. She loves to hear him say her name more than anything else. Especially like this. 

“That can’t be all,” he gasps when he’s so close to the edge that he must pull away, if only to position himself between her legs. When he’s inside of her, she’s softly crying out, hands in his hair, legs anchoring themselves around his hips, keeping him close. “I don’t remember this lesson,” he says, voice husky, gaze smoldering as he looks down at her, the roll of her hips against his a new move she’s never done before, but it’s one that has him breathless. 

A sly smile perches itself upon her lips, blue eyes dark. “Self taught,” she replies with a laugh and Jon cannot help but to think of her, alone in her chamber, thinking of him while she thinks of new ways to please him. That alone nearly undos him. “Jon!” She must sink her teeth into his shoulder to keep from crying too loudly as he increases his movements, every fluid movement sending shockwaves through her body. How he can do this to her, she’ll never understand, but she hopes it never will end. 

But, as always, it does come to an end, leaving them both panting, grinning, hands tangled together between them as he helps her to straighten her skirts. “I fear you’ve learned nothing,” he says when she’s standing on her own two feet, hands in her hair, pinning pieces back together, hoping it will look as it did when she left her rooms that morning. Her grin is his trophy and he leans in, slinging his arms around her hips so he can draw her in close. “Your lessons will simply have to continue.” 

“I apologize for being such an unfitting student,” she says, tilting her head back so his lips can find hers in a long, sweet kiss, one quite unlike all of the others they’ve been sharing this past hour. “I did try to warn you I was a slow learner.” He laughs, because she’s anything but, he tips his forehead against hers, breathing her in, realizing right then that what he felt for her went beyond what he’s ever felt for a woman in all of his life. “Perhaps we even must meet more often… So the lessons really… Sink in.” Her words bring a chuckle to his lips and he gives her a tender squeeze.

“I think I can arrange that,” he murmurs back, thinking of how little the King minds what his queen does, so long as she’s there on his arm for state dinners and on her throne beside him when he calls upon her to be there. His mistresses keep his bed warm enough that his once regular visits to her bed have dwindled to nothing, save for the once or twice a month to try and put a new heir in the royal cradle. Though, he’s yet to sire even a bastard, making many wonder if their king was not as potent as he thought himself to be. A worrisome thought, depending on who you asked. 

When the knock sounds on the door a short while later, they’re settled next to one another in an appropriate manner, a book open between them. It’s not a book of lessons, but rather a book he’d read and enjoyed, which she was now reading herself- despite the nature of their growing relationship, they do often find themselves holding delightful conversations over texts they’ve read, sometimes agreeing, sometimes not. “Your grace,” it’s her handmaiden Shae, who comes to fetch her back to her room, as she always does at the end of her hour with Jon. If anyone knows about the two of them, it’s Shae, who has often fixed her queen’s hair or helped her into a fresh gown before the evening meal. “My lord,” she nods at the man sitting beside her queen, though he stands up alongside her, as he should when the queen rises up. 

“Thank you for the lesson, as always, ser.” Sansa says with a pleasant smile, her blue eyes flashing as she steps around the table, the borrowed book tucked beneath her arm. “I look forward to our next one.” They share a single glance and then she’s gone, turning away so she can slip from the room, Shae on her heels.

When she’s gone, Jon sinks back into his chair and smiles, his hands still glowing with the warmth of her skin beneath his touch.

[tazzy-the-eighth]

SHORT Q&A

What is Misery High?:

Misery High is my own personal AU based off the original television show, Jimmy Two Shoes.

Where the characters are set in a high-school setting, all aged and placed appropriately to fit their individual stories. For example, Heloise is now a freshman, keeping her original age from the series, Jimmy a junior (16) and Beezy a Senior, now the oldest (17). All with new backgrounds and dynamics.

Why The AU?

Jimmy Two Shoes was my favorite television show growing up, I've been inspired by these characters and have been making my own art and headcanons about and for them for years.

Apart from the series, I always wondered what these characters would be like if they were placed in a more realistic setting, given they were/ Are literal teens in hell.

This AU is to give them life, putting them in a highschool allows the story to go by easier through their day to day life. Aging and separating them allows them to have more age appropriate struggles and.

What Changed?

Apart from what was originally stated. The only things that changed were the canon the events of the show. The only thing that sticks is names, characters, their location and identity. As well as no more weavils.

If you'd like to ask me anything else surrounding my AU then please, feel free to DM me or send any questions to my inbox.

All I ask, is that questions remain appropriate.

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Hey Heloise, how have you been? It's been a while 🥺👉👈🫂❤️

Hello lovely,

Ooof had a lot happening here :D

I've been reliving my teenage era ever since Eminem dropped his new song. I'm a typical millennial.

I've also been obsessively reading physical books, so my personal library has grown to 1600+ books.

I've also been reading way too many ACOTAR fanfics. I should take a breather because I have no social life anymore.

I've started reading HP fanfics as well again because it felt nostalgic.

Been attending to therapy which seems to be helping so if anyone is struggling, I can only recommend it. I didn't have good experiences before so it's all about finding the right therapist.

After finishing university, I also got a new job a few months ago and I really like it so far.

And I'm also impatiently waiting for the new Bridgeton season part 2. Whose idea was it to separate it into two parts? Absolute muppets.

How have you been lovely :D

Did you enjoy my information dump? xD

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose 🥰💛

I love nose boops!

Thank you so much lovely, it's so adorable! :D

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

💗 incoming love train! I appreciate you and recognize the amazing presence you have on this site, thank you for contributing to our community! 🌷send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to share the love. 💌💐🌷🌻🌺💐🌸🌹

Ohhh, thank you so much darling! These are so sweet <3

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

Aww thank you so much sweetheart <3

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Just wanted you to know that your Oliver Wood fics make my day, every time I read I get butterflies. So glad someone loves him as much as I do! ❤️

Awwww thank you, I'm glad you are enjoying them. Oliver deserves all the attention 😁

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better🌹💕❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

Aww thank you so much ^^

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️😚

Awww thank you, lovely! These little messages make me so happy <3

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Hello! I just liked your Fred fic not too long ago and ik that it’s just liked but I promise to go back and Reblog and give you the proper credit.

💛💛

Don't worry about it darling. I just hope you enjoyed it 😊

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

congratulations heloise!! this is so exciting <33

i’m here for your sleepover, i may participate in the writing challenge though, i’ll think about it

can i request a 💅blurb with oliver big surprise there and the prompts

“As beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now.”

“That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

oh and in the kitchen idk there’s something about the kitchen counter man

Hello, love! Thank you so much ^^ Oh I've got a couple of ideas for this, so it was hard to choose, but I went with a bit of naughtiness, though I tried to keep it clean for minors too :D

Mr. Grumpy [Oliver Wood x Reader]

Published: 27 August 2021 Word count: 0.6k Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Prompts: #7. “As beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now.” #37. “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

As Oliver woke up, his first instinct was to reach for you, needing to wrap his arms around you, enjoying a little cuddle, receiving his first morning kiss. But to his surprise, your side of the bed was already empty and cold under his touch. With a deep frown and a dissatisfied grimace, he finally opened his eyes, searching for you in the room, but he couldn't find any traces of you.

Waking up without you always made Oliver just a little grumpy. He didn't mean to be, but you'd taken away his favourite moment of the day; cuddling you lazily, drinking in your presence, enjoying a moment of calm in the midst of the everyday chaos.

Oliver dragged himself across the room with a pout, occasionally groaning like a sulking child, but it quickly changed once he realised you were still at home, sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book he could barely drag you away from last night.

His gaze was studying you intently, as though he had never seen you before. It didn't matter how many times he laid eyes on you, each time it felt like he was falling for you all over again. Whipped. Whipped is what every friend of his called him, but he didn't care. He was indeed stupidly in love and he was proud of it.

"What a pretty sight," he said with a cheeky grin, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. Once you lifted your head and looked up at the boy, a small smile spread across your face.

"Morning Mr. Grumpy," you chuckled. Oliver let out an incredulous huff as if your statement was incorrect. "I could hear your rumbling and groaning from the moment you dragged yourself out of bed," you arched a brow questioningly, daring him to deny it.

"You weren't beside me, it was expected," he shrugged as he walked up to you and took your book, placing it on the table to be able to pull you up and into his arms, his muscles caging you in his embrace as he leaned against the counter. "Now this—," he murmured against your neck, burying his head in the curve of your shoulder, "this is much better," he stated with a pleased nod, before he started leaving tiny featherlight kisses on your skin, nipping at a sensitive spot he knew too well. A tiny moan left your lungs, heat rushing to your cheeks at the satisfied chuckle Oliver let out. “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard,” his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer. “You know—," he started as he gently bit on your earlobe, making you squirm in his hold, "as beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now,” he huffed against your neck as if he was offended by the mere presence of the material.

"You can't and you won't, I have work to do," you attempted to sound stern but you could only manage an unsuccessful plea in the end. Oliver groaned at your reply regardless of the fact that he could have made you stay if he really wanted to, but he didn't want to get you in trouble.

"I'll let you go on one condition," he said as his lips travelled up your neck, over your jaw and your cheek, before halting on the corner of your lips. You couldn't manage a coherent reply so you hummed in response, his warm breath tickling your lips, depriving you of any and all thoughts. "Tonight, you'll throw that book away and focus all your attention on me— only me," he added as he cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours, before reaching for your waist as he felt your knees buckle. "I'll take that as a yes," he grinned proudly at the sight of your hazy eyes. He knew he had you and he was damn proud to call himself your boyfriend.

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[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

hi gina! for your awesome sleepover, could i ask for a 💅🏼 blurb thingo with remus lupin and fluff prompt 17 pretty please? and could they be in a kitchen?

Hahah of course, love, thank you for requesting ^^

Claimed sweater [Remus Lupin x Female!Reader]

Published: 31 August 2021 Word count: 0.6k Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Mention of food Prompt: [Kitchen] #17. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

Remus was making little pancakes shaped into tiny hearts as he hummed an old lullaby he'd heard his mother sing to him when he was little. Though it was a fairly early Sunday morning, the song had always made him feel at ease, finding comfort in the rhythm and the lyrics he could still recall to the last word.

The pancakes sizzled in the pan, alarming Remus in time to flip them around. His hips swayed to the rhythm of the song as he walked to the kitchen table and picked up the empty plates to bring them to the stove, ready to serve the delicious breakfast to his princess in bed. He grabbed the spatula laying on top of the counter and picked up the mini, heart-shaped pancakes, carefully placing them on the plates, before he turned the stove off. Sliding across the tiles in nothing but a pair of socks and a boxer, he halted where he left the freshly cut strawberries and started decorating the breakfast with magnificent precision.

"I seriously consider you a threat at this point," your voice echoed through the silent kitchen, making Remus jump, sending his heart into a frenzy. He slowly turned around with a soft but mischievous smile.

"Good morning, princess," he chuckled. "Now why would I be a threat?" He asked as his eyes roamed through your body, noting the oversized sweater you were wearing, each sleeve long enough to reach beyond your fingertips.

"You are way too perfect, Mr. Lupin," you let out a silent chuckle as the corner of his lips arched higher.

"Love, I'm anything but perfect," he shook his head, denying the words that you repeated over and over again, relentlessly trying to prove him how perfect he's been to you.

"Right, I always forget how stubborn you are," you pouted as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his naked waist, his body warmer than yours even with his sweater providing you an extra layer.

"You know, I was wondering where my sweater has disappeared," he speared you a side-glance, trying to hide his proud smile at the sight of you wearing his clothes.

"You mean, my sweater?" You asked with complete sincerity.

"You do realise I can't possibly give you all my clothes, otherwise I'll have nothing to wear, right?" He asked with a deep chuckle as he turned away from the pancakes and focused his complete attention on you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist as you placed your hands on his chest and rose on your toes to hint a tiny kiss on his lips. But before he could return the gesture, you pulled away and lower your feet back on the cold tiles.

"Well, I have a solution to that," you said with a mischievous glint in your eyes as Remus arched a questioning brow.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" His eyes narrowed at the excitement in your gaze.

"You buy new ones," you shrugged stating the obvious, earning a heartfelt laughter from Remus, before his hands left your waist and cupped your cheeks.

"You little minx," he shook his head, his smile unfaltering. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I just wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater,” he let out an incredulous scoff as though he couldn't believe it really was happening.

"I mean, I can take the sweater off if it makes you feel better," you offered with a wide grin across your face, before Remus' lips pressed against yours, finding a better purpose for that flirtatious mouth of yours.

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[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Hii! First of all, congrats on your 3.5k followers, you absolutely deserve this and much more. So here’s my request: character - Loki, place - the avengers tower (or avengers compound) and prompts

20. "Quick, kiss me!"

27. A: “Where have you been all my life?”

B: “Hiding from you”

Aww that's so sweet of you, dear, thank you so much :D

Be careful what you wish for [Loki Laufeyson x Reader]

Published: 4 September 2021 Word count: 1k Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Prompt: [Avengers compound/tower] More specifically I used the kitchen #20. "Quick, kiss me!" #27. Character A: “Where have you been all my life?” Character B: “Hiding from you”

Leaning against the kitchen counter beside you, Loki wore a mischievous grin across his face, watching you make a cup of tea. He didn’t say a word, nor did he show any indication of wanting to initiate a conversation. Instead, he stared at you with that shit-eating grin across his face.

“Stop it!” You groaned as you poured the steaming water in the cup. A silent chuckle left Loki’s lips, his stare unfaltering. Exhaling sharply, you turned towards the God of Mischief, glaring at him as intimidatingly as you could manage. “Stop it!”

“Now, why would I do that, love? You’re absolutely adorable when you’re pissed off,” his grin grew wider, knowingly taunting you. Sometimes he was a torn in your side that you just wanted to get rid of whilst other times he was the only person you could rely on, the one who listened to you regardless of what you had to say.

A heavy sigh left your lungs as you turned back to your tea. “You’re insufferable,” you groaned whilst taking a sip of the hot beverage.

“It seems you like to keep insufferable beings around then,” he chuckled, earning an eye roll from you. You couldn’t deny that even though he was annoying, you still liked to hang out with him and in all honesty, you even missed him when he wasn’t around.

Silent footsteps headed towards the kitchen, panic settling in the pit of your stomach. You knew who was about to enter the kitchen, his footsteps following you around most days like a loyal little puppy. “Oh no,” you whispered faintly, shoulders dropping as you anticipated his arrival.

“That’s an interesting reaction,” he arched his brow. “I thought you and that Parker kid were friends,” he added, curiosity hidden in his voice.

“He is a really good friend of mine, but that’s not the way he looks at me,” you shook your head as you remembered overhearing Peter’s conversation with Steve, asking for dating advice, more specifically, how to ask you out. “I don’t want to reject him, it feels cruel, but I want him to realise there won’t be anything between us,” a sharp exhale left your lungs as you rubbed the bridge of your nose. Peter’s steps halted as he talked to someone.

“Get a boyfriend. He’ll have to understand then,” he shrugged nonchalantly. You thought about it for a second, before a wide grin appeared across your face.

“You’re a genius,” you giggled with excitement, but instead of feeling honoured, Loki frowned as though he didn’t trust your words.

“Why do I have a feeling there’s more to that excitement than you let on?” He asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“Because there is! You’ll be my boyfriend,” you chuckled as you clapped your hands together.

“Excuse you?” His eyes widened as though his whole life flashed in front of him.

“Obviously not my actual boyfriend. I just need to use you a little,” your explanation didn’t seem to help the situation, Loki still stared at you as though you grew a second head. “Just play along, please” you stepped closer, caging him against the counter. “Kiss me!” You instructed him, his eyes growing even wider if possible. “Quick, kiss me!” You pleaded desperately.

“What?” He asked incredulously.

“Please, my life depends on it,” you pleaded, but Loki just shook his head.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he said, earning a contemplating look from you. A heavy sigh left your lungs as you stepped back.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll find another way,” you said as you wore a phony smile. Though you understood him, a part of you felt disappointed by the failure of your plan. Curiosity got the better of you. You wanted to know what it’d feel like to kiss the God of Mischief.

“Hey—,” you heard Peter’s voice from the entrance, but before you could reply, Loki’s arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you against his chest, his other hand curling around the back of your neck whilst he pressed his lips against yours as though his life depended on it.

You thought it’d be an innocent kiss, a peck on the lips, but as Loki licked across your bottom lip, you lost your self-control and grabbed his shirt, pulling him even closer to you. His scent made you feel intoxicated, his lips wiping any and all thoughts out of your mind, his tongue making your knees go weak. But before your legs could give in, Loki pulled away, both of you panting frantically, trying to regain the oxygen you didn’t even feel you needed whilst Loki made your mind go hazy and your body weak.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispered against your lips, not letting you move away. His gaze was hungry, hungry for more, and even if for a second you thought it was nothing but an act, you couldn’t deny the look in his eyes mirroring your own.

A silent giggle left your lungs as you cupped his cheeks. “Well, it depends. For the first half of your life, I possibly wasn't even in existence. As for the second, I've been actively hiding from you,” you snickered at your own witty comment.

“Very smart,” he scoffed, shaking his head, his mischievous grin back on his face. “Perhaps I should kiss you again to stop you from talking nonsense.”

“What are you still waiting for then?” You asked with an inviting tone, the thought of Loki’s lips against yours sending a warm shiver through your body.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he said with a toned-down warning in his voice, but you couldn’t care. You wanted to feel his lips on yours again and before you knew it, you leaned forward and kissed him. His arms tightened around you in an instant, securing you against his body. Warnings or not, whatever that kiss brought out of you, you wanted to explore more of it and within seconds, Peter was forgotten.

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Hey, for your sleepover, could I request a 💅🏼 blurb with loki and the prompts from the fluff prompts: “Can you please stop biting your lip…it’s distracting.”, "How mad would you be if I kissed you?" and from the sarcastic/Fun/Spicy prompts: “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” loki and the reader are in the readers bedroom. (Maybe they are just cuddling, listening to music/reading books), please? Thank you 😊

(I hope it makes sense 🙈🙂)

Of course, thank you for sending a request ^^

Gods-damned distraction [Loki Laufeyson x Reader]

Published: 30 August 2021 Word count: 0.8k Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Suggestive content, but nothing explicit Prompts: [Bedroom] #33 “Can you please stop biting your lip…it’s distracting.” #35 "How mad would you be if I kissed you?" #37 “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

Loki had been on edge. For hours. He was close to using his magic on you just to stop you from pulling your lip between your teeth, to stop you from affecting him with such simple acts, making his mind wander to places he was not supposed to. Not because he couldn't. Oh he could! He had done not only thinking, but taken actions to use that insolent mouth of yours to more useful things. But that was different.

You've been sitting beside him with a book in your lap, sweet innocence radiating from every inch of your body, completely lost in your book. He wanted to just give you that rest, that ease, however, he found his relaxation anything but relaxing. Trying to focus on his book, he read the same sentence for the 5th time in a row, before he found himself gazing at you again, your bottom lip safely tucked between your teeth. He couldn't control the animalistic, deep growl that left his lungs. Your head shot up at the sound, eyes growing wide in surprise.

Before you could have asked what caused his outburst, Loki interrupted you. “Can you please stop biting your lip…it’s distracting,” though he meant to be demanding, his voice came out like a plea, as if he was begging you to just stop what you were doing.

"I— I'm sorry, I didn't even realise I was doing it," you chuckled awkwardly as if you were indeed to be blamed for such a minor act. But you quickly regained your composure as your gaze hardened. "Hold on a minute, why should I stop? It's not like I'm doing it on purpose," you let out an incredulous chuckle.

"That's exactly my problem. You don't even know what you are doing. What you are doing to me," he added with an arched brow, his suggestion making your lips part in surprise.

"Oh," was all that you could find to respond with.

"Oh?" He asked, tilting his head. "Is that all you have to say?" He scoffed.

"Well, what do you want me to say? That I will stop? Why? What are you going to do if I don't?" You arched a questioning brow, a mischievous smile growing wider across your face whilst Loki's features tensed as if he understood the invitation for a play. Though you expected him to move, to pounce on you, he didn't do any of them. "I thought so," you smirked proudly as you turned back to your book and focused your complete attention on the pages.

However, Loki didn't quite want to finish the conversation, nor did he feel like picking up the book he was previously reading. He couldn't even recall what it was about. Instead, he crawled over to you and hinted a small kiss on your neck, before he moved upwards and nipped at your earlobe.

"Loki, I'm trying to re—" you attempted to scold him, but your own moan silenced the words you wished to utter, Loki's lips finding just the right spot to avert your attention from those damned pages.

“That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard, love,” he purred into your ear, the sound of his deep inviting tone pulling a veil over your thoughts.

"Loki, I really am trying to read," you muttered, but he didn't stop his movements. Instead, his lips travelled to your chin, your cheeks, even the tip of your nose, but somehow never to your mouth.

"How mad would you be if I threw that gods-damned book across the room and kissed you instead?" He whispered against your ear, silently waiting for your answer which you needed a good few seconds to form.

"Other than the throwing-away-my-book part, I'm quite content with your suggestion," you cooed and pulled him close enough to press your lips against his, only for a mere moment. "That is after I finished this chapter though," you whispered against his lips as you gently pushed him on the side, watching as he fell back on the bed with a stunned expression. You fought against the laughter that threatened to erupt from your lungs, but in the end, a playful grin found its way across your face.

"Oh, you'll be begging me for it in the future and I will enjoy each and every moment of denial from you," he smirked proudly.

"Except that we both know you always give in before me," you huffed in a humorous tone, earning a deadly glare and a dissatisfied groan from Loki, before his usual mischievous smile was back in place. He pulled you into his arms, supporting your back with his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you went back to reading, though no words seemed to make sense as you leaned further into Loki's embrace.

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