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Hello, dear readers!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a fanfic, even though I’ve started a whole bunch and they’re just sitting in my drafts collecting dust. Hopefully, the inspiration to finish them will come back to me.

In the meantime, I wanted to reiterate what I have written on my pinned post: I write when I have inspiration. So if I don’t post for a while, I’m not having any.

I haven’t abandoned this account and hopefully in the upcoming year those drafts will see the light of day.

Make sure to take care of yourself! <3

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I hope you are well .

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Sunrise | Hiccup Haddock

Hiccup Haddock Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Domestic-ish fluff

Pairing(s): Hiccup Haddock x Fem!Reader

Summary: An early morning ride turns into a race between you and Hiccup.

Warnings: Heights

Notes:

Reader is a dragon rider

Readers dragon is never specified

Take place on Dragons Edge

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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Hiccup makes handling dragons look easy.

It’s not.

It seems that Dragon Hunters have a never ending schedule of making your life difficult.

All you wanted to do was sit outside your hut (that you spent far too much time trying to decide where to place) and enjoy the beautiful view with your dragon, your boyfriend, or your friends.

Easier said than done.

When your boyfriend is Hiccup Haddock who has devoted most of his life to protecting dragons, free time doesn’t come often.

Hiccups values are part of the reason you fell so hard for him, but sometimes it seems to take from your relationship.

Laying in your bed thinking all of this over in your head is not a great start to your morning.

So, you climb out of your bed and throw on some clothes.

You whistle as a sort of wake up call to your dragon who is sleeping soundly.

Your dragon groans and moans barely opening one eye to look at you. This was their way of saying, “Do you know what time it is?”

You scoff under your breath completely aware they could still hear it, "Don't worry, I haven't lost track of the time. Let's go for a ride, just you and me." You move to get their saddle as they move around loudly in protest.

"Weren't you the one who wanted to start doing this?" You bring up the time Hiccup mentioned that he and Toothless go for early morning rides often and your dragon looked at you as if to say, "We should do that!"

Your dragon lets out a regretful moan in response.

You throw the heavy saddle over their back with little difficulty.

"Come on, if you really don't like it, we'll end it early."

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Your dragons behavior has done a full one-eighty. How the dragon you're riding on now and the one you argued with this morning were the same creature baffles you.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" You tease, watching your dragon close their eyes at the feeling of the wind hitting their face.

They snort and suddenly drop a few feet in the air.

A shriek makes it's way out of your mouth and it takes you a few moments to realize that you aren't falling anymore.

"Not funny." You ground your teeth a little.

All your dragon does is laugh in response.

Just when you got over the shock in your body does a familiar voice startle you.

“Good morning, milady!”

Turning your head to peer over your shoulder, you make eye contact with the voice, returning his wide grin with your own.

“Good morning!” You laugh, only needing to wait a minute more before Hiccup and Toothless were right beside you.

Your own dragon and Toothless exchange greetings as you and Hiccup chat.

“Didn’t expect to see you out so early. Something on your mind?” Hiccup questions

You shake your head, grin never faltering, “Just wanted some fresh air, before everyone wakes up. But it seems someone is up.”

Hiccup chuckles, “Oh, you know, just out looking for some adventure. Right, bud?” Toothless grumbles in agreement.

“Adventure, you say? Well, do share with the group.” Your tone is playful.

Hiccup waves his hand in dismissal, “Unfortunately, me and Toothless have seen quite enough adventure for one day. But, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing our stories to you, milady.”

“You’re all out of adventure for the day? Don’t say that, Snotlouts not even up yet.”

Hiccup's laugh echos around you.

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"So this is where you run off to hm?" You tease sitting down on what you previously believed to be a watch tower. Now realizing it was Hiccup's camouflaged hideout.

Hiccup scoffs playfully, "I don't run off anywhere."

"You're right, you fly." You add

Both Hiccup and your dragon roll their eyes but Toothless lets out a snort of amusement.

"At this point he barely walks himself anywhere, isn't that right?" You look over at Toothless, who happily humors you.

"All right, all right. I guess I won't take you on any morning rides anymore bud." Hiccup voices looking a little smug.

Toothless no longer looks amused.

"Nothing to say Toothless?" Hiccup pokes, earning a glare from the Nightfury.

"Don't worry, Toothless. If he doesn't take you on any morning flights, I will." You whisper loud enough for the other two to hear you, earning a protest from both.

Toothless lets out a laugh and hops around in satisfaction.

Your dragon makes loud noises of detestment and even goes as far as glaring at Toothless.

"What?" You address the cranky dragon, "Do you know how hard it was to get you out of the hut this morning? I'm sure Toothless wouldn't make it so hard for me?" You tease

"Now wait a minute, who said you could steal my dragon?" Hiccup says

"Your dragon." You reply and hear Toothless agree behind you.

Hiccup's mouth opens but no words come out.

You were too busy soaking in the satisfaction you felt from Hiccup's response that you didn't notice your dragon make its way over to you until they knocked you over with their head.

"Hey!" You shriek as your dragon "attacks" you.

You can hear Hiccups laugh in the background and Toothless' sound of surprise.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I was just teasing!" Finally they let up looking satisfied with themselves.

"Like rider, like dragon." Hiccup comments

You scoff, "Says you."

Hiccup leans back against a rock, "Says me." He agrees.

You lean back against your dragon and shake your head.

After a few moments of comfortable silence you reopen the conversation, "Any news from Johann?"

Hiccup sighs, "No. I know he's scouting almost as much as us but it's as if they've gone completely underground."

"Maybe they finally feel defeated. With the more people we meet and become friends with, the more unpopular the dragon hunters get." You add

"Maybe. Or they're planning their next ambush on a new dragon. I feel uneasy with how quiet they've been." Hiccup confides

"We'll keep looking Hiccup. Once we find them we'll stop whatever they're doing, just like we've done before."

Hiccup nods in agreement.

You find a way to bring up your next sentence, "While the dragon hunters are quiet maybe.. we could spend some time to enjoy it." At Hiccup's confused face, you continue, "It's been a long time since we've hung out together, just the two of us."

"We're hanging out together right now?" Hiccup says.

"I know. But just the two of us." You repeat

"Oh. Oh." Hiccup understands

"I know everything has been chaotic, I was just wondering since we seem to finally have some downtime. It'd be beneficial spending it doing something other than talking about the dragon hunters." You explain

"No, you're right. It has been a while since we've hung out, just the two of us. What were you thinking?" Hiccup asks

"I don't know, I wasn't even sure if you wanted to so I didn't really think about what." You say

"You think I wouldn't want to hang out with you? Of course I'd want to hang out with just the two of us, I enjoy your company more than anyone else." Hiccup says

You smile genuinely, "I've been wanting to go down on the beach and examine the shells, see if I could find any fossils or something. How about that?"

Hiccup grins, "Yeah, that sounds really fun."

Your smile grows and you stand up feeling high on adrenaline, "Come on. The others we'll be up soon and we don't want them setting the edge on fire before breakfast again." You offer your hand to Hiccup.

"No we don't." Hiccup takes your hand, "Thank you milady."

"So..race you back to the edge!" You hop on your dragons back.

"Wha-Hey! Wait a minute!" Hiccup calls after you hopping on Toothless' back, "That's not fair!"

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edited on 05/13/2024

Especially for district 12 where being a tribute is practically a death sentence.

no but sometimes I get sick about the fact that “tribute” isn’t just like, a title: it means like, tax, spoils of war, appeasement, atonement, penance, sacrifice … so like, when Katniss (and later Peeta) says “I volunteer as tribute” it’s not like “I volunteer as contestant” it’s more like “take me as the offering”

He had multiple chances to do the right thing but still KNOWINGLY chose cruelty, even when the people he cared about were harmed. Why? Because no one else mattered as long as he got what he wanted.

all the people sympathising with snow and saying they can't hate him anymore after watching tbosas... y'all let awful white men get away with ANYTHING as long as you find them attractive and it SHOWS

Cannon because I said so.

marauders handwriting headcanons

Days at Home | Peeta Mellark

Peeta Mellark Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Domestic fluff | slice of life

Pairing(s): Peeta Mellark x Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: A simple life has never felt so sweet.

Warning(s): Children (since some ppl don’t like them), food, non-sexual nudity

Note(s):

Can be read as AU or not

Established relationship

Peeta and reader have children

Reader is able to have children

Children call reader “Mom”

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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You blink, your brain foggy in your half conscious state.

All you can see is darkness, but register the familiar warmth beneath you. Immediately you know it’s Peeta. His chest rises and falls as he sleeps peacefully with his arm curled around you protectively, keeping you close to him.

Peeta is always warm. Which doesn’t hurt now that fall has begun, but it does make it harder to get out of bed in the mornings.

You snuggle up into him, your face going into the crook of his neck. Everything about him makes you feel at home.

Even though you try to fall back asleep you know it won’t happen. You savor the last few moments before you’ll push yourself out of bed.

But when you try to get up, Peeta’s arms tighten.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is laced with sleep and you know he’s only barely awake.

“I’m going to get a shower.” You answer quietly

“What?” He uses his other hand to rub his eyes as he struggles through the haziness of sleep.

“I’m going to get a shower.” You repeat a little louder.

Peeta looks over at the curtains to glance outside, “The sun isn’t up yet. We can sleep for a couple more hours.”

You shake your head, the fact that he won’t be able to see it not present in your thoughts, “I tried, but I’m already awake. Go back to bed, honey.” Carefully moving off of his chest, you retreat back to your side of the bed.

Peeta protests, “Can’t sleep without you.”

Knowing he made up his mind, you withheld any further protest, “You sure? It’s pretty early.” You say, feeling guiltly for disrupting his rest.

Peeta’s nod is barely noticeable in the dark, “Maybe the shower will wake me up.”

You hear the bed creak, Peeta’s loud footsteps, and then the overhead light is turned on.

You flinch from the sudden brightness and hear Peeta chuckle, “Sorry, baby.” He sounds amused.

The sound of his heavy footsteps continues to fill the otherwise quiet room while you rub your eyes.

You feel the familiar roughness of Peeta’s hand tilt your head up and give you a loving kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll go start the shower.” He says before disappearing into the ensuite bathroom.

You use the little time alone to pick out an outfit. You lay it out on the small ottoman at the end of your bed next to the outfit that Peeta chose for himself the night before. You laugh quietly at seeing the simple white button up with tan pants. He barely gets cold in fall.

“Better hurry unless we want to waste all of the hot water, sweetheart.” Peeta teases from the bathroom door.

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You and Peeta have been together for a little over ten years, so it’s only expected that the two of you would move in such a way that is familiar and routinely.

Peeta always lets you step into the shower first, he lets you soak under the warm water before it’s his turn. Then, he’ll pull you into his chest for a sweet hug, just letting the two of you bask into the warmth of each other. He’s constantly giving you kisses, on your shoulder, your neck, and your face.

One time, you were running late for an event and had the misfortune of a quick shower. The usual intimacy the two of you shared was skipped over leaving the both of you feeling a little more restless than normal.

In fact, it seemed to be the only thing driving Peeta’s mind that day as he would make little comments about his day not starting off right whenever given the chance.

It didn’t matter that the two of you were exhausted by the end of the day. The bath was still drawn, and the two of you relaxed in there to make up for what you lost in the morning, even though both of you were on the verge of sleep.

The memory of that day effectively reminds you just how much the small moments you spend together matter to you.

Back in the present, Peeta’s hands rubbed up and down your back, making you shiver.

Your shower routine was done before you could properly savor it and Peeta was wrapping the soft towel around your body, keeping you warm after stepping out into the cool air.

“We have a few hours until the kids are up, what’s on your mind?” Peeta asks, rubbing your arms for extra warmth.

“Food.” You answer immediately.

Peetas laugh echos in your bathroom and your eyes catch his grin through the mirror.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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Peeta is an expert in the kitchen.

You’re not bad, but it’s obvious which one of you is better. You can’t really complain, anything Peeta makes you love. Maybe it’s because he grew up as a baker, maybe it’s because he puts care into everything he does, or maybe it’s just because you adore him.

You can’t say that it was a quiet morning; with constant chatter between you two, laughs, and kisses, it wasn’t at all quiet.

While your breakfast is in the pan, Peeta puts on a record containing music from your wedding. He sways with you, grinning at each other even when you're moving too slow for an upbeat song and too fast for a slow song.

“The little ones will be up soon.” You comment, seeing the time on the clock.

Peeta’s arms wrap around your waist, his head on your shoulder, still swaying slightly, “Good, I don’t want to have to reheat the food for them.”

It was a classic breakfast. Fluffy chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, bread, jam (that you made from your fruit garden), and of course the bowls of fruit that you had picked freshly this morning.

“We should go wake them up then.” You said

You felt Peeta’s nod as he pulled you up the stairs.

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Your eldest slept peacefully. You almost felt bad waking him up.

You moved to open the curtains, letting the natural light into his bedroom. You saw him stir at the unfiltered light.

“Hey bud, it’s time to wake up.” Peeta whispered, gently shaking him.

Your seven year old clutched his deer stuffed-animal closer to his body.

You walked over, and sat on the edge so you could shake him.

“Rise and shine, honey.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Slowly but surely, his eyes slowly opened.

“Dad?” He noticed you next, “Mom….is it time to get up already.” He mumbled

Peeta chuckled softly, “Yeah bud, we’ve got the whole day ahead.”

Your son only yawns in response.

“We made breakfast.” You offer, and your son pauses.

“What kind of breakfast?” He asks

“Pancakes, bacon, bread, jam, the whole feast.” Peeta answers

“Okay.” He pushes back the covers and stretches once he stands.

He gives Peeta a hug and a kiss first, then you bend down so he can give you your dose of affection.

“Let’s go wake up your sister.” You say, following your son out of his bedroom door with Peeta close behind you.

Your seven year old shuffles with his stuffed animal still in his arms. Your daughter's room isn’t far so it doesn’t take long before you’re standing outside her bedroom door.

Your son does a short courtesy knock before he opens up the door.

Like your eldests room, the curtains are drawn and the room is mostly dark. Your son immediately goes to his sister's side while you make your way over to the curtains.

Like your son, your daughter scrunches her face when the light pours in. You laugh quietly at how similar they look.

Your son whispers his sister's name and shakes her a little roughly.

“Be a little gentler, bud.” Peeta advises

The boy listens and shakes her again.

Your daughter lets out a little whine at being woken up.

“It’s time to get up, there’s breakfast downstairs.” Your son says softly, gazing at his little sister with expectation while she tears up a bit at the idea of getting up.

“Good morning, honey.” You say, coming up beside your son, and kneeling down.

Peeta sits on the edge of the bed and gives your daughter a kiss on the forehead. You move some hair out of her face.

“Don’t wanna get up.” Your four year old cries.

“But how else are you gonna eat pancakes?” You ask, caressing her cheek affectionately. Internally, you coo at how precious she looks, even in her teary state. One glance at Peeta and you know he’s doing the same.

She looks at you in thought, obviously debating her options.

When she makes up her mind, she looks over at Peeta and raises her arms up, “Daddy!”

Peeta chuckles and effortlessly lifts her up into his arms.

“Let's go get your little brother up.” Peeta says softly to the two of them.

This time Peeta is the first out of the room with your daughter in his arms, then your son, and you right behind him.

When you were just outside of your youngests room, you see your daughter wiggle in Peeta’s arms, an obvious sign that she wanted down.

Your eldest, once again, gave a little knock on the bedroom door, and you even heard a happy giggle on the other side of the door.

“Come on, open it!” Your daughter urged her brother impatiently.

“I am!” He responded with a bit of frustration in his voice.

Peeta wrapped his arm around your waist and chuckled while you both watched them enter your youngests room.

Your one year old son was standing up in his crib with a happy smile on his face.

Your son and daughter ran over and said a chorus of good mornings.

You walked over and pulled your youngest out of his crib. Once you placed him on the ground he was given a couple hugs and kisses from his older siblings.

“Let’s go downstairs and eat bekfest!” Your daughter said, not quite pronouncing ‘breakfast’ correctly.

“Hold my hand.” Your eldest held out his free hand to his brother. But the younger just walked past him as if he didn’t say anything.

“Doesn’t seem like he wants to hold your hand right now, but you can hold mine!” You grinned teasingly, holding out your hand.

“I get to hold your hand all the time.” Your son dismissed already making his way towards his brother, ready to demand for him to hold his hand.

“I’ll hold your hand.” Peeta offered you, grinning as well.

“Who’s gonna hold my hand?” Your daughter cried, suddenly very distraught by the thought of no one holding her hand.

Peeta stooped down and picked her up with a little spin, causing her to giggle.

“I’ll hold you in one arm, and your mom’s hand in the other.” Peeta tickled her, drawing more giggles out of her.

“Sounds good to me.” You said walking over to the two blondes.

“Let us go down first mom and dad.” Your eldest told you, finally getting his brother to hold his hand.

“After you, bud.” Peeta encouraged, grabbing your hand and grinning at his daughter.

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Breakfast was a blur of catering and attempted food fights. It only stopped when your seven year old declared he was going to get dressed and your daughter followed after him claiming that she wanted to get dressed too.

“I’d say that was a successful breakfast.” Peeta commented while eating a few pieces of fruit.

“I’m just glad they didn’t ask for cereal instead.” You laughed, taking the dirty dishes over to the sink. Since Peeta did most of the cooking you agreed to do most of the dishes.

“Mom!” Your daughter's voice cried

You were at the bottom of the stairs in a second, "What is it?” You questioned, scanning her for injuries.

“I can’t get this shirt on!” Her tiny lip wobbled from the top of the stairs, arms craned upward from where they were stuck in her shirt.

“Okay, I can help. Do you want my help?” Your shoulders relaxed at seeing her unharmed state.

Your daughter nodded.

“Everything okay?” Peeta asked, holding your youngest in his arms, the toddler nomming on a piece of fruit.

“Wardrobe malfunction.” You answered, climbing up the stairs.

Peeta nodded and went back into the kitchen.

“I don’t like this shirt.” Your daughter commented as you eased it off of her.

“You wanna pick out another one?” You asked, smoothing down the messy blonde hair on her head.

Your daughter nodded eagerly running towards bedroom, with renewed enthusiasm.

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You’d admit that you weren’t originally the most ecstatic at the idea of building a sandbox. The idea of having to clean all the sand off of them still gives you chills. However, it keeps them entertained and happy so you decide it’s worth it.

You and your husband laid on a picnic blanket, Peeta’s back against a tree and you in his arms.

It had been decided that since you were already planning on spending most of the day outside, you might as well eat lunch outside, hence the picnic supplies.

Now, the picnic basket that’s used more than you could’ve ever imagined is closed, all its contents drained except for your water bottles.

With fall your flowers and trees were going dormant for the winter, and you were already brainstorming flowers to plant in the spring.

“I’m thinking of Marigolds.” You comment after internal debate.

“Those are pretty.” Peeta says while stroking your hair.

“Do you think the kids will want to plant some?” You ask, looking up at him.

Peeta shrugs, “I think they will, but you can ask.”

You let your gaze shift to the horizon and notice the sun going down.

“Should we bring them inside for dinner?” You ask quietly, as if any louder would disturb the peace.

“No. Let’s watch the sunset first.” He kisses your cheek.

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To no one's surprise your children were quite hungry. They ate so quickly you were worried they were going to choke.

After they were done they were already exhausted, which made it quite the challenge to get them to take their baths.

Your daughter nearly fell asleep while you helped her change into her pajamas.

Then, before you could give her a single kiss she was out like a light, snuggling into her blankets.

Your sons waited patiently for their kisses. Though, you could see your youngest fighting sleep. Luckily, he wasn’t fighting for very long. After hugs and kisses from both of his parents he was out like his sister.

Your eldest was the last to be tucked in, enjoying his hugs and kisses while the three of you chatted a little bit about how the day went.

One thing is for sure, they will be well rested by tomorrow morning.

As soon as you quietly closed the door to your eldests room, Peeta pulled you into a hug.

He swayed the both of you lightly, making you want to fall asleep in his arms. You had done your own share of running around today.

He pulled back with a kiss on your cheek but didn't remove his arms.

"I love you." He said quietly.

"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.

"Thank you." Peeta said, confusing you a little bit.

"For what?"

"For giving me a better life than I could've dreamed of, for allowing me to wake up next to you everyday, for loving me."

You kissed his cheek, "I couldn't not love you. I can't imagine another person who could make me as happy as you do, or make me feel as loved as you do." 

Peeta's smile was so big and full of emotion that it made your heart soar, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No matter how short or long, I want to spend it with you."

"Well that's good because I also want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Peeta chuckled, "It's cute you think I'd ever let you go." He teased

"Just shut up and kiss me."

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

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edited on 07/24/2024

edited on 04/12/2025

Wish we got to see Delly and Madge in the movies!

I know there a lot of things I would’ve liked to have seen on screen. But one I would put on there is Delly calling out Peeta anytime he’s rude to Katniss.

Delly to Peeta:

It’s also just a good parallel to Haymitch telling Katniss to try and be nice to Peeta.

Like Delly and Haymitch were fighting for their lives to save Everlark. Ultimate shippers

In-law Dinners | Peeta Mellark

Peeta Mellark Masterlist

AU: The Hunger Games do not exist. They live in a small town that mines coal.

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff | Hurt?/Comfort

Pairing(s): Peeta Mellark x wife!Reader

Summary: You are no stranger to dinners with your in-laws. However, it’s been a while, making you more nervous than usual.

Warnings: Hostility, anxiety, stress, food, just a kind of awkward dinner, and swearing.

Note(s):

Peeta’s mother and brothers suck

Established relationship

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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You were stalling, you knew that. You told your husband that you needed to find a more appropriate jacket to wear with your outfit, instead of the one you usually wore.

You had no doubt that Peeta was aware you were stalling but as the ever perfect lover he is, amused you by playing into your lies.

To be fair, you did attempt to look at the other coats in your closet. Just to see if there was one that would make this night go a little smoother. But as your gaze rested upon each coat that you had personally picked and loved every time that you wore them, your mind could only bring up the nasty comments your mother in law never failed to make.

When you caught sight of his blonde hair in the mirror you pretended to straighten out the nonexistent creases or wrinkles on your outfit that you had already spent too much time worrying about the week that led up to this day. Both of you knew he would see right through this act, but you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about your negative feelings.

He walked towards you cautiously. When you could feel his body heat, he turned towards the closet. He examined the pieces of clothing before plucking one off of the rack.

“How ‘bout this one?” He smiled

You gazed down at the coat and your heart swelled. It was one of your favorites (you were certain Peeta knew), and it would go nicely with your attire.

As you took the coat from him he reached his hand up to your face so that he could push some of your hair out of your eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked softly, gazing at you with all the affection in the world.

You shook your head, drawing your eyes away from him.

He cupped your face gently and brought your gaze back to his, “We don’t have to go.” 

You shook your head again, “Yes we do-” 

“No, we don’t. I am not going to make you do anything that’s going to make you uncomfortable.” You knew he meant it. You didn’t even have to hear him say it.

“I want to do it.” You explained. The unspoken “For you.” hung in the air. 

He smiled appreciatively at you and stroked your cheek. You didn’t even notice yourself leaning into the warmth of his hand. 

“I know my family is hard to deal with..” Peeta began

You were quick to cut in, “Peeta-” 

“You don’t have to say anything, I know they are. Which is why I would never force you to spend any amount of time with them.” He said it so sincerely that you wanted to give in. To say “I don’t want to go” and kiss him goodbye, sit on the couch, watch a movie, and wait for him to get home. 

But you also knew you’d spend that time feeling guilty, even though you shouldn’t, because Peeta is right and you shouldn’t have to deal with your in-laws just for him. But you want to. Because even though Peeta’s family sucks, he cares for them. And he cares for you. And you know he’d put himself in this position one hundred times over if it was your family just to make you happy. 

So you don’t give in, even though you really wish you would. 

Your hand reaches up to cup his hand that was still cradling your cheek. You gave it a reassuring squeeze and looked him straight in the eye as you said, “I want to go to dinner with you tonight.” 

Peeta gazed at you for a few extra moments before nodding, “Okay.” he ended it with a sweet kiss as if to say, “Thank you.”

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Being in a relationship with Peeta improved your punctuality. You never arrived too early or too late. It was a skill of his you deeply appreciated and made you glad it rubbed off on you.

Peeta carried a tote bag (that you bought for him) with the baked goods he made for tonight in one arm, and held your hand in the other.

Before he knocked on the front door, he looked at you and smiled, “I’ll be right beside you the whole time. We can leave at any point, just say the word.” He whispered in your ear.

You gave his hand a grateful squeeze and nodded.

It took only a few moments after knocking on the door for his father to appear on the other side.

Simple greetings were made. Peeta’s father was easily the most tolerable, even if he could be awkward sometimes.

Peeta’s father ushered the two of you into the house and Peeta placed your jacket and shoes at the sad coat rack next to the front door.

His childhood house was smaller than your home, even though only you and Peeta lived there. Everything in this house was noticeably old and worn out. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t for the tense atmosphere.

You owned many thrifted things, and had done many home projects, but the two of you always felt it made your house more of a home.

As you walked through the small hallway you noticed all the things that were self-fixed and the cracks made in the walls that made the house look even sadder.

The sight of this house around you made you uneasy, your only comfort being Peeta’s hand.

Peeta

You turned your head towards the man you loved and your heart sank. Your wonderful husband who was kind and good, had the misfortune to grow up in a house like this.

He turned his head at the feel of your gaze. Somehow, he was always able to read your thoughts. A sad smile and a barely noticeable shrug was his way of saying, “It is what is.”

You held his hand a little tighter.

If it was just Peeta’s father and brothers, dinners wouldn’t be as hard for you to attend. But it wasn’t just his brothers and father.

Peeta’s mother stood in the kitchen, handing plates to Peeta’s two older brothers to set them onto the table. She had a look of annoyance on her face, just like every other time you saw her.

When she looked up you felt a jolt go through your body.

The woman’s look of annoyance turned to a scowl.

“Took the two of you long enough.” She barked

It was still a couple minutes before the agreed upon time.

“We weren’t expecting so much traffic.” Peeta said in his usual optimistic voice.

Peeta’s words didn’t soften his mothers scowl as she sharply nodded her head towards the small table, “You two can finish setting up.”

Her attitude wasn’t surprising to either of you. You had been friends with Peeta since school and got together before you graduated. You’ve had plenty of time to grow used to the less than hospitable nature of his mother. But it never stopped the anger from building in your chest when they treated Peeta the way they did.

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Dinner was..awkward, to say the least. A lot of jabs from Peeta’s brothers and outright degrading comments from Peeta’s mother. Your father-in-law mostly kept quiet unless he was making more small talk.

You truly believed that the only reason the two of you were ever invited to dinner was because of the envelope with a check Peeta would give his father at the end of every visit.

Peeta provided for them, because he felt he owed them for ‘raising’ him.

You agreed knowing it made him feel guilty not to.

The money he gave was some portion of the money that he made from his paintings, never asking or allowing you to give some of your money.

The car ride home was silent, unlike the one on the way there. Peeta was visibly tense and you were sure that you were too. But his hand wrapped with yours wasn’t firm or anything.

When he pulled in front of your house and turned off the car, the two of you just sat there for a moment in the dark.

You rubbed what you hoped was soothing circles on the back of his hand.

When he let out a deep breath you were relieved that you were helping.

“I don’t think I can do this forever.” He muttered

You nodded, “And you don’t have to.”

“Then, why do I feel like I do?” He turned his head towards you, his eyes glazed over in tears.

“Because you care for them…because despite everything they’ve done you give them the benefit of the doubt.”

“I keep thinking they’ll change.” He shook his head, “Then, I see how they talk to you and I..” he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

You squeezed his hand and shook your head, “You don’t need to worry about me-“

“I do need to worry about you!” Peeta cut in with a loud voice, “You’re the love of my life and my family treats you horribly! And-and I let them!”

You think back to tonight’s dinner. How Peeta defended you from every comment, praised you for your achievements, and redirected any conversation they tried to start with you, “You don’t let them.” You brushed a couple stray hairs from his face.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” He shook his head, “I won’t let you deal with this anymore.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “What are you talking about Peeta?”

“The next time they ask us over for dinner, I’ll send the check in the mail. They’ll get the hint.” He said with a sad tone.

“Oh, baby…” you weren’t sure what to say.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop seeing them entirely. I’m not sure I ever will. But some time away and some space will be good for me.” He looked at you again, but this time he smiled a little. “I think it’ll be good for us.”

You were close to crying yourself.

“I meant what I said on our wedding day, you’re the most important person to me and I promised to put you above everyone else.” His unoccupied hand wiped away a tear from your cheek.

You leaned in and rested your forehead against his, taking in his words and proximity. You knew how hard this was for him. How hard it’s always been.

“I’m proud of you.” You whispered

Peeta’s eyes met yours and he kissed you. A sweet, meaningful kiss like many you had had before.

Peeta was the first to speak, “Let’s go inside, I want to have a real dinner with my wife.”

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“Thank you for coming with me today. I don’t think I ever would’ve found the strength to finally admit to myself…something I think I’ve always known, without you.” Peeta murmured against the crown of your head.

Your head rested upon your husband's chest, listening to his steady heart beat, with one of your hands spread across his stomach, fingers laced with his.

“I love you.” Was your explanation.

You felt his lips curl up into a smile, “I love you too.”

Routine | Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff | angst? (Rem in discomfort)

Pairing(s): Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the full moon comes around some things are always the same while some things differ. All you and your friends can do is your best to comfort the werewolf you all love.

Warning(s): Nightmares, depression, cursing, food, loss of appetite, difficulty sleeping, mentions of blood, and wounds (let me know if I missed anything)

Characters: Remus Lupin, the marauders

Note(s):

Established Relationship

In the beginning all characters are in their 6th year

Key:

Cariad = Love (welsh)

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

No one could truly ever tell how Remus would act around the full moon and to whom. So you could only ever prepare for the constants.

Remus was always physically and mentally drained as his body was preparing him for the transformation. His body would ache. Some months could be much more painful than other months. He was always tired, unable to sleep more than three hours if he was lucky. He was normally restless and tended to bounce his knee, chew on his nails or lip, and fidget with things around him.

Some months he was more angry than anything, others he was more depressed. A week before the full moon was the earliest these side effects occurred. It might start earlier in the week or the middle or at the latest a couple days before.

Walking into the great hall, your eyes immediately searched for your love. Upon seeing him you examined his posture and believed you knew what type of day today would be.

When you got closer you saw James piling some of Remus’ favorite foods on the plate in front of him. Your boyfriend had his hands covering his ears. You believed this to be a subconscious movement to keep out all the noise of the great hall.

James noticed you first, sending you a grateful smile as you sat next to Remus. Far enough to not startle him but close enough so that he could sense your presence.

“Hey, honey.” You said softly to alert him that it was you beside him, but not too quietly that he couldn’t hear you.

You didn’t hear what he mumbled but you took it as a greeting. You gently placed your hand on his back and rubbed it in hope to ease his tension.

Remus was always distant at first, the insecurities plagued his mind. You just needed to be consistent and slowly move towards him.

In the beginning you sat awkwardly next to him. James chatted with Sirius as the black haired boy played wizards chess with Peter. James continued to stuff more food on Remus’ plate, doing his best to encourage him to eat.

Soon enough, Remus allowed himself to find comfort in your presence, and ate a few bites of the food James had given him. It wasn’t enough, but you knew he was trying.

Sirius slammed his hands on the table in frustration from the loss of the chess match. Remus jumped slightly, which earned Sirius a glare from you.

“Sorry, Moons.” He sounded sorry, so you let it go.

Remus just snuggled further into you, taking deeper breaths in an attempt to calm himself. The position the two of you were in was odd to the eye, but it was the best, and most comfortable you could do at the grand tables.

Soon, the owls entered, dropping packages, and hooting loudly. Two packages that were nearly the exact same in size and shape landed in front of James and Sirius.

The two of them grinned and picked their packages up at the same time. If you weren’t so worried about Remus, you would’ve laughed at how similar James and Sirius’ movements were.

“Gifts from Effie.” Sirius grinned at your questioning gaze.

You watched curiously as James and Sirius opened the packages. They both pulled out a delicately wrapped box of sweets and a pouch of coins. 

“For the upcoming Hogsmeade trip.” Sirius said absent-mindedly, he gave Remus a sympathetic look knowing that the full moon was this weekend.

“Come on, let’s go back to our dorm.” James said, after he placed the items back into his own box.

You nodded, and rubbed the back of Remus’ neck before whispering James’ words to Remus.

He nodded and stood up, swaying slightly. You were quick to grab his hand and walk with him out of the great hall. You tried to persuade him into leaning on you but he was still well aware that if he were to fall, he would crush you.

Thankfully, Peter was at Remus’ other side, helping support some of his weight. While Sirius hung behind, and James led.

You saw his shoulders visibly relax when you were far enough away from the noise that was the great hall.

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“Under the cloak you go.” James said, throwing his invisibility cloak over you and Remus.

If someone were to see you going into the marauders dorms, talk would arise and it wouldn’t be good for any of you.

When in their dorm, Remus subconsciously moved towards his bed and flopped down as if he had worked tirelessly all day long, even though it wasn't even noon.

You sat on the edge of his bed. Remus, sensing your proximity, moved so that his head laid in your lap.

All the marauders kept glancing at Remus in worry. James the most. So it wasn’t a shock when said boy spoke up, “He should stay in the dorm today.”

You nodded in agreement, “I’m gonna stay too.”

“You sure?” It was Sirius

“One of us could stay with him.” Peter offered

You shook your head, sending them off to class with a murmur of thanks.

Looking down, you noticed Remus had fallen asleep. You smiled, knowing around these times he got all his sleep from naps.

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Hours later you were awoken from the firm grip on your thighs. Remus’ head was shaking, eyes scrunched up and he was sweating.

You caressed his face, trying to comfort him. He seemed to relax a little.

“Remus.” You called gently, shaking him awake.

It took him a few minutes to come to terms as to where he was.

“What time is it?” He asked quietly.

You glanced around for a clock, before noticing the muggle kid watch you had bought for James last year as a gag gift. You squinted trying to make out the time.

“About two hours after noon.” You answered, trying to relieve the tension in your back and shoulders without disturbing Remus.

Remus groaned in annoyance. He moved to try and get up, but the hand you placed on his back easily convinced him to give up and continue to lay down.

“You should try to get some more sleep.” You said, pushing the strands of hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead away from his face.

“No use.” He answered and your heart aches for him.

“I should start you a bath.” You moved to gently lift Remus’ head from your lap but he halted you with a grab of your wrist.

“Don’t leave.” He whined, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m just gonna run a bath for you so you don’t have to sleep in your own sweat.” You tried

“I don’t care.” Remus begged

You effectively placed Remus’ head into the bed despite his protests.

You were more concerned when he moved to sit up. Even in pain, he moved fast, so you couldn’t stop him.

He delicately wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his forehead against your stomach. Despite having his arms around you, you could barely feel him. You knew he was denying the want of tightening his hold on you, afraid of being seen as selfish.

You moved for him, pressing his arms around you tighter and moved closer to him so he could bury his face in your stomach.

“You’re allowed to want things, Rem. All you have to do is ask me.” You said, rubbing up and down the back of his neck.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” You knew he meant more of a break-up sense than a physical sense.

“I’m not going to, my love.” The sound of your endearment caused a small cry from his lips.

“I hate it so much.”

You couldn’t even imagine all the pain and suffering Remus had to constantly go through.

“I know, is there anything more I can do to help?” You asked

“Just be here.” He answered quietly

“I promise.” You assured him.

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Eight Years later 

“Don’t fuss, Cariad, It’s not that big, I swear.” Remus chuckled painfully, watching you tend to a wound on his stomach.

“It’s bigger than I’d like.” You mumble through the flush on your cheeks.

“It was quite an angry moose, but I rather a wound from him than my own claws.” Remus said

You froze for a moment then picked back up where you left off, not sure if or how you should respond to that.

Remus’ hiss stopped you from a rabbit hole of negative thoughts.

“I’m sorry.” You said absent-mindedly

“That’s enough cleaning, don’t you think, love?” 

“Just a little more.” You promised.

When Remus was all bandaged and done he hummed gratefully. 

“So,” He began, resting his hands on your hips as you disposed of the bloody cloths. “How should I repay you for taking such good care of me?” 

You hummed, acting as if you were in deep thought, “A kiss or two should be enough payment for me.” 

Remus chuckled, “Have I not given you enough kisses today?” 

You shook your head, “You never do.”

The man scoffed teasingly, “I thought I gave you a healthy amount, but it seems I've begun to spoil you.” 

“Your fault.” You said affectionately, leaning down while making not to touch a wound. 

One kiss. Two kisses. Three kisses. 

He hummed, pressing one kiss to your cheek, “I thought my payment was two kisses.” 

“I changed my mind.” You smiled, resting your forehead against his. 

“My silly women.” He caressed your cheek.

“Sorry, Rem. You’re stuck with me.” 

“Then I shall die the happiest man.”

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edited on 05/16/2024

I love this! It’s like a having a sip of serotonin!

the sound of thunder pulled you out of your slumber.

you could see the open window that was causing the disturbance to your sleep. it would be so easy to get up and shut it, but the weight of peeta’s arms holding you close to him kept you firmly pressed to the bed.

you knew that he preferred to sleep with the windows open. he was cautious in asking you if he could keep the windows open, he ensured you that if you preferred them closed then that would be perfectly okay as well. you happily agreed to let him open them, after all he’d been through he deserved far more than you letting him open the windows while you slept. he also wasn’t wrong, hearing the birds in the morning was nice and the feeling of fresh air circulating the room.

however, there were a few downsides. in the summer, the room would heat up quickly, causing you to throw off the covers and move away from peeta, who only made you warmer. conversely, in the winter the cold air had you huddling close to peeta and pulling up the blankets as much as possible. you oftentimes found peeta smiling to himself on winter mornings, and if you pressed him enough he would confess that he loves when you cling on to him for warmth. he loves waking up to your face smushed into his chest and your cold feet brushing against his.

you tried to ignore the thunder and go back to bed, trying to focus on peeta's breathing, but with the more you thought about it, the harder it was to fall asleep. finally, you decided to give up, you would just have to close the window.

wiggling out of peeta's arms proved to be a much harder task than you thought. "baby, what are you doing?" his voice was groggy and he retightened his hold on you.

"can't sleep, peeta. thunder," you heard him chuckle into your skin, placing a light kiss on your shoulder. "need to close the window," you mumbled.

"ok," he began to loosen his hold on you, you hesitated a second to see if he would protest your decision, but he let you get up. "do you want me to?" you asked peeta.

"if you can't sleep close it, i'll be fine."

"are you sure?"

"i really don't care baby, as long as you can sleep i'm happy." your heart soared at his words, sometimes you wondered how you were able to find someone so great as peeta, he always considered your feelings first and made your life so much brighter with just his presence. and with the way that he was smiling at you, with sincerity in his eyes, you could tell that his kindness was in no way for show. there was so much love in the heart of the baker's boy and you couldn't wait to close the window and get right back in his arms.

Hestia Jones

Marauders Era Masterlist

MBTI Type: ISFP

House: Hufflepuff

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: British

Likes;

Pottery/ceramics

“The Tales of Beetle the Bard”

Berties Every Flavour Beans

Daytime

Spring

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘖𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘦

Beauxbatons Masterlist

When they hand you the arrow that has your name ingraved in it, you recall their demonstration as you pull back and let it fly. The arrow burst into a cloud dark blue, you’ve been sorted into Ombrelune.

When you see a pin on the collar of your uniform, you notice the “O” in the middle transforms into the moon. The moon also indicates whatever moon phase you will be seeing that night.

You’ve been placed into Ombrelune, house of Beauxbatons; Astronomers, inventors, teachers, diplomats, scientists, authors, among many other things.

The common area of Ombrelune is located in the highest tower. It is also the common room closest to the grand library. The common area in Ombrelune is the most luxurious. With high quality furniture and telescopes always available to any student.

Welcome to Ombrelune, how will you leave your mark?

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦

Beauxbatons Masterlist

The arrow ingraved with your name is handed to you. You do what has been shown and let your arrow fly. The arrow bursts into the color green. You’ve been sorted into Bellefeuille.

When sitting down you noticed a pin on the collar of your uniform. A green falling leaf transforms into the letter “B”. This is the symbol that represents your house.

Welcome to Bellefeuille, home of Beauxbatons; Activists, adventurers, graderners, animal lovers, among many other things.

Some say that the Bellefeuille common area has a special entry way to Beauxbatons famous gardens. The same gardens that have the fountain of Nicholas Flamel, one of Beauxbatons most honorable graduates.

Their common area is said to be the simplest, but cozy. You’ll find many groups of friends sitting around coming up with new ideas for adventures they’d like to go on. If you’ve met someone in Bellefuille it’s likely you haven’t forgetton about them. Though kind and social they believe in standing up for what they believe is right.

Welcome to Bellefuille, what will you do?

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦

Beauxbatons Masterlist

You’re handed your arrow that has been ingraved with your name. You set it up with the bow, pull back, and let it fly. It explodes into the color purple.

While the students politely clap for you, you notice a pin has been placed on the collar of your uniform. In the center is the letter “P” after a moment the letter transforms into a purple butterfly, flapping a few times before detransforming back into it’s original state.

Welcome to Papillionlisse, house of Beauxbatons; Artists, musicians, performers, dancers, writers, storytellers, among many other things.

On your way to the opening of Paillonlisse’s common area, you must travel through the “Grand Art Gallery” many of the live portraits are quite eager to tell you about themselves, who created them, when they were created, what they signify. The floors are wood panneled and the portraits all have golden frames.

The common area of Papilllonlisse is considered to be the most “busy” in decoration. You’ll find lots of baroque ceiling paintings throughout Beauxbatons, but Papillonlisse is the only one to have them in their common area. Their are many art pieces throughout. Talking sculptures and portraits. A couple of pianos. Many windows adorning the walls.

Welcome to Papillionisse, what will you create?

Illness and Comfort |Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Word Count: 822

Genre: Fluff | Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Remus Lupin x wife!reader

Summary: Comforts from the upcoming moon.

Warnings: pain, sickness, symptoms of being a werewolf, Remus not feeling well enough to get out of bed.

Characters mentioned: The Marauders

Key:

Cariad = love (welsh)

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

Stepping out of the fireplace with a flash of green you listened curiously to your surroundings. When you saw that Remus was not in his usual chair you worried that he had bed-ridden himself.

You used the floo powder network to get to the small Wizarding village, the closest to you, in Wales, hoping to find all you needed. You were in luck, but you felt your luck had been used up when you heard the awful coughs from the upstairs of your cottage.

You quickly dashed around your home, anxious to put all of your purchases away and get to your husband.

With record breaking time (by muggle standards) you placed everything in the correct spots, neatly (with the help of your magic), and carried the tray of food, medicine, tea, and water to your bedroom.

“My love,” You said in greeting, taking in your husband's appearance with regret.

Though you now had access to the Wolfsbane potion, which allowed Remus to keep a sound mind during his monthly transformation, it didn’t stop the pain that came leading up or during his transformation. And with the two of you growing older, Remus’ body was unable to recover the way it once could.

But, if we are talking about differences, you should make it a point to mention Remus’ face at the sight of your appearance. His face had once filled with shame, anger, helplessness, and longing when you saw him in such a state. Now, his face brightened increasingly as though you were the hero coming to protect him from the monsters.

“Cariad,” he greeted you in his mother tongue while making a move to sit up.

“None of that, my love, let me help you so you do not strain yourself more.” You rushed to his side as you noticed his movement.

Remus' chuckle sounded painful but he still smiled through his grimace.

“I apologize, my dear, I was quite excited to see you.” He responded.

“I am your wife, you see me everyday.” You say with an airy tone.

Remus made a noise of appreciation as he looked at you with all the wonder in the world.

You brushed some of the wispy hairs from his forehead and kissed it once.

“Fever?” Remus questioned

Your lips thinned, “Yes.” You moved to open the window in your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, my darling.” He replied as if meant to assure you.

“I’ve been looking into some muscle relaxer potions.” You said, a little absentmindedly.

Remus shook his head, “You don’t have to do that-“

“I should’ve done it a long time ago.” You cut in, your tone making it very clear that you didn’t want Remus’ disapproval.

Remus grabbed your hand gently, and ran his thumb over the back of your hand in soothing circles, “What I mean, is I don’t want you to make yourself sick worrying about me.”

“I always worry about you.” You say with vulnerability that you no longer withheld.

Remus smiled, “As I do you. Whatever will happen, will happen, so let’s enjoy our time now.”

“Yes.” You agreed quietly

After a moment of affectionate gazing, that would have Sirius gagging, you said, “I brought you up some food, have you eaten anything?”

Remus shook his head no, causing your brows to furrow in worry, but you looked away so that he would not be displeased.

He noticed anyway, “I wasn’t very hungry, and I didn’t want to make you rush.” Remus said.

“I suppose we should start keeping some snacks in our room, so that you don’t need to face the same problem.” You replied.

Remus nodded, “That would be a good idea.” His face shown in content, much to your pleasure.

“Here,” using your wand, you levitated the tray of Remus’ food and drinks so that it could comfortably hover in the air above his lap.

“I'll go get some more food, I don’t think this will be enough.” You made your way to turn when Remus let out a small shout of disagreement.

“No!” The tray of food magically moves itself so that Remus doesn’t knock it all over as he reaches for you. The look on his face tells you the unspoken words of “all I want is for you to be here.”

“Rem.” You start, but Remus only shakes his head.

You let out a little sigh, and Remus grins, knowing he’s won.

You move to your side of the bed, sitting on top of the covers. You watch as Remus digs into his plate while trying to make small talk with you.

When he’s done and the tray is moved, he lays his head on your chest. Your hand subconsciously goes to his head, your nails scratching and soothing him.

“I love you.” You can hear in his voice that he’s about to fall asleep.

“I love you, Rem.” With a gentle kiss upon his forehead you know he’s asleep.

Game Night | TASM!Peter Parker

TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

TASM Face Claims

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff | slice of life?

Pairing(s): TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Peter and your friends have annual game nights, this time around, you all want to try something new.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight suggestiveness, people checking Peter out

Characters: TASM!Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, Harry Osborn, and Felicia Hardy

Note(s):

Established Relationship

All characters are at college age (between 19-23) (yes, I know people go to college at earlier and later ages)

All characters have known each other for years

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” You asked, clearly annoyed.

Peter chuckled, “I mean that you’re answer..” he circled the problem you spent twenty minutes working on, “Is incorrect.”

“But I did everything you told me to.” You pouted to yourself.

Peter hummed in acknowledgment and kissed your cheek at the sight of your pout, causing you to smile.

“Not everything.” He pointed at your error.

You huffed in frustration at the thought of doing the entire problem, again.

Peter chuckled under his breath (but you heard it) and rested his head on your shoulder while rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“I don’t want to do this.” You complained

“I know, bug.” He kissed your cheek, “Just finish this one problem and then we can do whatever you want.”

You perked up at the idea, and quickly began scribbling numbers onto your paper.

Every once and a while Peter would gently pinch your side as a way to let you know that you made a mistake.

“Done!” You say happily, leaning back into your boyfriend's embrace.

“Good job! See, you got the hang of it.” Peter kissed your cheek affectionately.

“Barely.” You laughed, snuggling into his neck.

You could feel Peter's chest move up and down at his silent laughter.

“Sooooo, you were saying something about how we could do whatever I want.” You smirked.

Peter pretended to think, “Did I say that? I think you’re hearing things, bug. Might ‘ave to take you to a doctor.” He joked.

“Ha ha.” You said dryly.

“Is there something in particular you want to do?” He wiggled his eyebrows

You adjusted yourself on his lap so that you were straddling his thighs, “I believe there is.”

He kissed you once, twice, then….

Brrrrrrrrr

Peter's phone (that was extremely old and cracking on the edges of the screen from the amount of times Peter had underestimated his strength) vibrated on the desk and the two of you groaned in annoyance.

Peter picked up the phone and pressed it against his ear.

“Yellow,” Peter greeted as you played with the neck of his shirt.

“Who is it?” You whispered

“Miles, what’s up man, what can I do for you?” Peter answered your question while continuing his conversation with Miles.

Peter nodded a couple times and sent glances at you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Yep, she’s here. Yeah…Okay.” Peter placed the phone back on the table and pressed the speaker button.

“Hey, can you two hear me alright?” Miles’ voice came from the phone.

“Yes.” You and Peter answered at the same time.

“Great!” Miles' enthusiastic voice said, “Harry wants us to meet up at his place for game night. Do you mind giving me a ride?”

“Not at all.” You said

“Awesome, thanks! See you guys tonight!”

“Bye Miles.” You said, pressing the ‘end call’ button.

“So, what was that about me doing whatever I wanted?” You smirked, pushing Peter on to the bed.

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“Pick up 4 cards my friend.” Harry placed a +4 card on the table.

“What the fuck, Harry! You skipped me last turn and now you want me to pick up four cards.” Peter complained

“All is fair in the game of Uno.” Harry answered, smirking widely.

“This game has been going on far too long, and I’ve still got five cards in my hand.” Felicia complained.

“What do you suggest we do, then?” Harry asked, setting his cards face down on the table in case we planned to resume the game.

“Well,” she flipped her hair, “Since you asked, there is actually a little fair or something like that happening tonight.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, “I wasn’t aware of that.”

“It’s a small thing, you wouldn’t.” Felicia said

Peter laughed, “You don’t know everything that goes on in New York, Harry.”

Harry shoved Peter teasingly, “I like to think that I am.”

“Where is it at?” Gwen asked, taking a couple chips from the bowl Miles had in his lap.

Felicia tapped on her phone, “I’m looking.”

She showed us the location.

“Oh! I know that area.” Miles said

Peter looked at you, “Guess we’re going out tonight.”

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The festival didn’t disappoint. There were many food trucks and little tents with small souvenirs made from small businesses.

Miles and Harry had somehow ended up competing at the basketball games, clearly Harry forgot Miles’ ability to effortlessly do sports.

“He cheated.” Harry had grumbled to you and Peter.

Gwen, being the darling she is, was helping Miles carry his many prizes.

Miles had gifted all of you some sort of prize. Even Harry, who got a little stuffed whale that he claimed he didn’t want but refused to give back.

“We could go on the ferris wheel.” Peter suggested

“Pete, that ferris wheel is for small children.” You said

Peter craned his neck, “Huh, I didn’t notice that.”

“Hey, Pete, look!” Miles said excitedly

In true New York fashion there was a stand full of all sorts of Spider-man merchandise.

“Wow.” Peter was a little shocked.

Felicia suddenly laughed out loud causing all of you to turn your attention to her.

“Look, Peter, it’s a Spider-Man merchandise stand!” She pointed to a stand full of Spider-man stuffed animals, shirts, Knick knacks, etc.

You laughed, “We’ll have to stop there, later.”

Peter grumbled at the thought of you buying more stuff with spider-man on it.

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You should’ve expected it. It happens often. Peter is an attractive guy, you of all people are quite aware of it.

But, it didn’t stop your blood from boiling every time you saw somebody check him out. You were right there!

Peter, who is always somewhat aware of your emotions due to his heightened sense, squeezed your hand, effectively pulling your attention away from the woman who was still eyeing him.

“You alright, bug?” He asked

“That woman over there is checking you out.” You grumbled under your breath

“Oh,” Peter looked genuinely surprised, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You never do.” You didn’t mean to be snappy, you weren’t angry at him.

“That’s because I’m too busy checking you out.” Peter had a dopey grin on his face.

You involuntarily smiled, that fucker, he knew what he was doing.

“Give me a kiss.” He teased

“You’re an idiot, no.” You turned away

“I’m your idiot, though”

“One kiss.” You happily agreed.

McKinnon Family

It’s Canon that the Mckinnon’s are a large family of skilled witches and wizards.

So here’s my McKinnon family headcanons:

Marlene’s dads first marriage was an arranged marriage between another well-respected half-blood family

Her dad is the third of four brothers

Marlene’s dad was a super skilled student while at Hogwarts and was even head boy

Mr. Mckinnon’s first wife was head girl and they actually became good friends throughout their marriage

They had three kids, two girls and one boy

It went; girl, boy, girl

Then Mr. Mckinnon’s ex wife realized she was a lesbian

And by that point both Marlene’s dad and his ex wife were just like screw our parents wishes, and they separated

But they remained really good friends and are healthy co-parents

So Marlene has a really cool aunt/godmother/?step-mom?

She is Marlene and her little siblings godmother

Marlene’s mother is a muggle

So at first her parents marriage was really scandalous amongst her paternal grandparents

But they got over it and actually have a decent relationship with Marlene’s mother

Marlene is the first kid between both her parents

She has two little brothers

The brother after her is a lot like Marlene

While their youngest is like this angel

Marlene’s older siblings are super cool too

Her older sister (9) gave Marlene her first piercings when she was only 5 and she used the apple and needle method

They were only the standard piercings

Marlene’s eldest sister (12)was watching them and their brother (10) and was horrified when she found out

Marlene’s godmother was the first to see them and she was shocked as well

Marlene’s little brother (3) kept pulling at them

Her little brother liked them so much Marlene promised to get him some piercings too

But they all got into a lot of trouble that day so that didn’t happen for a while

But Marlene (10) did end up giving her brother (8) piercings

He just got a couple studs but he really liked them

then their littlest brother (5) wanted one

So they just gave him a stud in his right ear

Their older sister (14) was very impressed

Their eldest sister (17) had flashbacks

And their older brother (15) had Marlene give him a nose piercing (just a stud, though Marlene offered to do a nose piercing)

Marlene also had to babysit a lot

It was either her brothers or her nieces and nephews

Mckinnon Family:

Micheal McKinnon (1920)

Oswald Mckinnon (1925)

Joseph Mckinnon (1928)

Nicolas Mckinnon (1931)

Joseph Mckinnon + Roseanne Lynch (1928)

August McKinnon (1953)

Anthony Mckinnon (1955)

Adrianna McKinnon (1956)

Joseph Mckinnon +

April Mckinnon (née Perrin) (1930)

Marlene McKinnon (1960)

Miles Mckinnon (1962)

Finnick McKinnon (1965)

TASM Moodboards

TASM Masterlist

Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker

Emma Stone as Gwen Stacy

Dane Dehann as Harry Osborn

Emeraude Toubia as Felicia Hardy

Caleb McLaughlin ac Miles Morales

Peeta Mellark Masterlist

Miscellaneous Masterlist

More works in progress…

Train Tracks | The Hunger games don’t exist AU

Peeta has been your friend for years, but you aren’t close. Which makes him wonder why you chose him of all people to show the wonderous little paradise you found on the outskirts of town. WC: 886

In-Law Dinners | The Hunger games don’t exist AU

You are no stranger to dinners with your in-laws. However, it’s been a while, making you more nervous than usual. WC: 1.8k

Days at Home Can be read as an AU

A simple life has never felt so sweet. WC: 2.4k

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Train Tracks | Peeta Mellark

Peeta Mellark Masterlist

Universe: Hunger Games AU, the Hunger Games don’t exist and they just live in a small town that mines coal.

Word Count: 886

Genre: Fluff | love confession | friends to lovers

Pairing(s): Peeta Mellark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Peeta has been your friend for years, but you aren’t close. Which makes him wonder why you chose him of all people to show the wonderous little paradise you found on the outskirts of town.

Warning(s): Food, kind of insinuations to Peeta’s abusive mother.

Note(s):

Friends to Lovers

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“Hello, how can I help you?” Peeta’s professional tone is quickly replaced with a genuine smile when he notices it’s you he’s talking to.

You hesitated for a moment, “I was hoping I could show you something…when you aren’t working?” It came out as a question because your mind is suddenly questioning every reason you decided to ask him.

Peeta takes a glance at the space behind him. You see that he catches his fathers eye and the older man comes up to the front.

Peeta whispers something to his father as you observe the bakery. The comforting space was familiar to you as you had been in here as a customer many times. You were silently glad that it was only you and the Mellarks in. But, more specifically you were glad that Peeta’s mother wasn’t in.

When the whispering stopped you turned your head towards Peeta to see him smiling while examining your face.

He drew his eyes away when he noticed he was caught, “Let me put my jacket on, okay?”

You nodded and sat at one of the tables in the bakery.

Peeta wasn’t long, rushing out from behind the counter with a white bag with some of the bakery’s goods.

“I know these are your favorite.” He held them out to you.

You took them in a bit of shock, flattered that he knew that they were your favorite, “Thank you.”

He nodded and then sent a glance at the door. Suddenly remembering why you came, you hopped up from your chair and made your way out the bakeries door. Glancing back a few times to make sure Peeta was following you.

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After a few minutes of walking with pleasant chatter between you and the blonde, you stopped at the wooden fence that surrounded your town.

“It’s beyond the fence?” Peeta’s tone was questioning.

“Yep.” You said, climbing over the fence slower than you normally would, nervous that he would decide to back out.

But Peeta only climbed over the fence and looked at you with eyes full of trust, letting you lead the way.

You suddenly realized how easy it would’ve been to take Peeta anywhere. You could’ve taken him to an active volcano and he would’ve followed you loyally, trusting you with his life.

Your gaze found the opening in the trees that you had discovered not too long ago, and turned towards Peeta, only to find he was looking at you already.

“It’s through the opening right there.” You pointed. Peeta followed your gaze and nodded.

He let you go first before following through. The blonde gazed around the sight of the abandoned train tracks in wonder.

“The forest practically covers every entrance and exit. I’ve yet to find another opening I can easily get through.” You commented.

Peeta grinned at you, “How did you find it?”

You shrugged, “Dumb luck, I suppose. I was spaced out while watching the trees when I caught a glimpse of the tracks.”

“How far does it go?”

“Miles. I haven’t found an end though.”

“Does anybody else know about it?”

“Just us.”

Peeta turned at you, his gaze questioning, “Why did you show it to me?”

You avoided his eyes, “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do like it.” Peeta confirmed, “Why not any of your other friends?”

You kicked a stone you found on the tracks, “I don’t have many friends.”

Peeta shook his head, “I don’t believe that.”

You caught sight of his smile and you couldn’t help but match it. You sat down on the edge of a track, it wasn’t the most comfortable but you preferred it to the ground, “Well it is.”

“How come? You're such an amazing person. I mean, you're smart, kind, thoughtful, and beautiful.” Peeta said

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You opened the bag of the bakery goodies and offered him a bit.

He shook his head and plopped down next to you.

“I showed you because…you’re just…I like your company.” You said.

Peeta nodded, “I like your company too.” After a beat of silence he added, “Also, because..I admire you. I mean, I never would’ve been able to find a place like this.” He motioned to the space around us.

You shook your head, “It was just dumb luck.”

“Maybe. But anyone else wouldn’t have cared for it the way you do. They wouldn’t have seen it the way you do.”

“How do I see it?” You asked quietly

“Peaceful, beautiful, a place that’s so special you’d only show it to a few people.” He gazed at you, speaking in a whisper, “It’s one of the reasons I like you.”

You examined his face to see if you were interpreting his sentence wrong, but when he moved closer to you, your heart fluttered with joy.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked

You nodded so subtle you weren’t sure he noticed until he did kiss you.

His lips were warm, soft, and comforting.

It was a quick but meaningful kiss. He grinned widely before pulling you in for a longer one, his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“You like me?” You asked after it was over.

“I thought it was obvious.” He laughed, “Do you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” You repeated, before kissing him another time.

Lily Luna Potter Masterlist

Next Gen Era Masterlist

More works in progress…

Snowy Quidditch

You wake up early with your girlfriend before her big quidditch game. WC: 480

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Snowy Quidditch | Lily Luna Potter

Lily Luna Potter Masterlist

Word Count: 480

Genre: Fluff

Parings: Lily Luna Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wake up early with your girlfriend before her big quidditch game.

Warnings: Snow, cold weather, heights?

Notes:

Established relationship

Takes place during readers and Lilys 5th year

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“Tell me you can feel that too!” Lily exclaimed excitedly

“I might if you told me what I am supposed to be feeling.” You said

You were sitting on Lily's bed as she gathered all of her Quidditch stuff in one area. The two of you were whispering so you didn’t wake Lily's roommates.

You weren’t one of Lily's roommates, so you shouldn’t be in her dorm, but she had snuck you in last night after her roommates went to bed.

Now, the two of you were up before first light to walk down to the quidditch pitch.

“The..anticipation in the air.” Lily answered, turning towards you, “It’s always there before a big quidditch match.” She added

You hummed in response, snuggling back under the covers to keep warm.

“Do we have to get up this early?” You complained

“Yes.” Lily said absentmindedly, throwing her clothes into her quidditch bag.

“You ready?” You asked from behind the red heads blanket

“Yep!” Lily said excitedly, pulling you from under the covers.

You cuddled yourself into your girlfriend as the two of you walked down the quidditch pitch. Lily only embraced you wholeheartedly.

“I don’t understand how you can get up so early so willingly.” You grumbled

You felt Lily laugh a little.

“Look, it’s snowing.” Lily poked your side

To your amazement and horror, there were indeed piles of snow on the ground.

You might think that this would cause a reschedule but if there was anything the whole school could agree about was the importance of quidditch.

“Better than playing in the blazing sun.” Lily commented

You grumbled an agreement.

When you got closer to the locker room you noticed another familiar form.

“Lils! Over here!” Rose called eagerly, already in uniform.

Lily grabbed your hand and pulled you over towards her cousin.

Rose offered her bright full greetings, already feeling the upcoming adrenaline of the game.

You wished the pair good luck, placed a kiss on Lily's cheek, and turned to walk away when your girlfriend grabbed your wrist.

You raised your eyebrows questioningly.

“I didn’t get my good luck kiss.” She said

You huffed out a laugh, “How did I forget..” you said teasingly.

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Over time, people began crowding in the stands. Many people were covered in red and gold or the other team's colors. You were sat in the Gryffindor section with Scorpious and Albus.

Scorpious brought red and gold face paint and applied the pigment to your cheeks, as well as Lily's quidditch number.

The crowd roared as both teams walked out to the field and mounted their brooms.

As the Gryffindor team flew into their positions you caught your red heads eye and she winked at you with a grin spread across her face.

The heat on your cheeks canceled out the chill.

Merlin, your throat was sure to be sore after this game.

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edited on 05/16/2024

TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

TASM Masterlist

More works in progress…

Imagines:

Tree Lighting

You convince your boyfriend, who also happens to be Spider-Man, to give in to the public’s wishes and light the big Christmas Tree in Central Park. WC: 928

Game Night

You, Peter and your friends have annual game nights, this time around, you all want to try something new. WC: 1k

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Tree Lighting | TASM!Peter Parker

TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

TASM Face Claims

Word Count: 928

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You convince your boyfriend, who also happens to be Spider-Man, to give in to the public’s wishes and light the big Christmas Tree in Central Park.

Warnings: Heights, cold weather

Characters: TASM!Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales, and Felicia Hardy

Notes:

Established Relationship

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“You want me to do what?” Peter laughed

“I’m serious!” You said

“I’m sure you are, honey.” Peter grinned at you

“So..will you?” You asked, hopeful

Peter ran a hand through his brown hair with a sigh, “I just told a reporter last night that I wasn’t going to do it.”

“So, say that you changed your mind!” You offered

Peter looked at you with an amused smile, “You really want me to do this tree lighting that bad, huh?”

You nodded bashfully, “I just..think it would add something nice to the season. For everyone!” You added

Peter grinned and pulled you in so that he could put a hard kiss on your cheek. Pulling back he rested his forehead on yours.

“You’re adorable, Y’know that.” Peter said

“You tell me all the time.” You said, quietly

“Mm, as I should.” He pulled you into a kiss

When he retracted from you, your lips followed his and he laughed.

“I gotta get home before Aunt May comes to check on me.” He nodded towards your bedroom window.

“Goodbye kiss?” You asked

Peter answered you with what you desired.

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“Did you ask Gwen to pester me about the tree lighting too?” Peter asked, walking into your apartment kitchen with his phone out.

“No.” You answered, honestly, leaning against the counter.

“Well,” Peter began wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his chest, “now Gwen is texting me about the tree lighting too.”

You laid your head on his chest and giggled.

“First, my girlfriend, and now my best friend. When will it stop?” Peter complained jokingly

“After we get Harry and Felicia in on it too.” You answered, giggling

Peter pinched your side teasingly.

“Yes, we’ll, I’ll definitely be outnumbered by then.” Peter chuckled

“You already are.” You laughed, “The entirety of New York wants you to do this.”

Peter hummed in agreement, “True.” He mumbled

You only grinned.

“What do you get out of this exactly?” Your boyfriend asked

“I get to see you struggle with the lights.” You giggled

Peter snorted, “I’m Spider-man! I fight villains on a daily basis, I'm not gonna struggle with Christmas lights.”

“Then prove it.”

“I guess I am cornered.” Peter considered.

Out of nowhere he picked you up causing you to let out a yelp of surprise.

“Well,” Peter laughed, “first things first, we have to find you the perfect spot to watch me expertly,” he emphasized, “light that tree.”

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True to his word, Peter found you the best spot.

You were currently rewatching the video that the news got of Peter-Spider-man- telling a reporter that he changed his mind about lighting the tree.

“Are you warm enough?” Peter asked while wrapping a scarf around your neck.

“Yep.” You confirmed

A knock on the door caught your attention.

“Are we expecting company?” Peter asked, zipping up his jacket to hide the spidey suit.

“Actually, we were.” You said, walking over to the door.

Gwen’s grinning face met the two of you on the other side. Followed by Felicia, Harry and Miles.

A chorus of greetings made their way into their apartment.

“Are all of you planning on watching me light this tree?” Peter asked

“I think most of America is watching you light this tree, Pete.” Harry said, very unbothered.

“I already told them where we’re planning to watch.” You added

“I’ve got a limo waiting downstairs.” Harry winked

“A real limo too!” Miles said excitedly

“We’re going by limo?” Peter asked

“No, Harry’s going by limo. I’ll get there on my own and so should you, Peter.” Felicia said

“Peters taking me.” You commented

“I could swing over as well.” Miles shrugged

“Well, I can’t swing so I’m taking the limo.” Gwen said

“We’ll meet you there.” Harry said, as he and Gwen walked out the door.

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“You ready, Pete?” Miles asked as he got comfortable on the roof.

“Course.” The brunette responded.

“Good luck, Peter.” Felicia called

“Don’t fall on the stage.” Gwen teased

“And don’t make us look bad.” Harry added

Your boyfriend scoffed and shook his head.

He looked towards you with a teasing expectant look. You hopped up from your spot and wrapped your arms around his tight.

He squeezed you tighter and placed a bunch of kisses on your cheek and neck, causing you to giggle.

“Get a room you two!” Harry yelled

Peter sends him a glare with no real anger in it.

“Wish me luck.” Peter says so only you could hear you.

“Good luck.” You say with one more kiss.

“See ya guys!” Peter called the rest of your friends.

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Apparently, Harry brought his laptop with him so all of you could see Peter better.

You giggled as you watched Peter talk to the celebrity announcer.

You all laughed even more as Peter did fumble with the lights after a worker handed them to him and asked him to wrap them around the tree.

“3……”

“2……”

“1……”

“Happy Holidays!”

The crowd shouted as Peter pressed the button to light the tree.

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“How’d I do?” Peter asked excitedly as he got back to you.

“Amazing! It was great!” You laughed, throwing your arms around him.

“Did you like it?” Peter asked you

“Loved it!” You pressed a bunch of kisses to his cheeks.

“I’m glad.” He pressed a hard kiss to your mouth.

“Alright, Felicia brought a million plates of hot food to my place-“

“Yes! I forgot about that.” Felicia interrupted

“Some warm food sounds good to me.” Mile’s commented

“Food?” Peter asked

“Food.” You agreed

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Marauders Era Masterlist

More works in progress…

What’s this?

You’ve been with Remus since Hogwarts and found out about his furry little secret before the two of you ever got into your romantic relationship. For years you’ve wanted nothing more than to give Remus one gift. This year is finally the year. WC: 1.4k

Illness and Comfort

Comforts from the upcoming moon. WC: 822

Routine

WC: 1.6k When the full moon comes around some things are always the same while some things differ. All you and your friends can do is your best to comfort the werewolf you all love.

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What’s This? |Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff | established relationship

Pairing(s): Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader, James x Lily Potter, Marlene McKinnon x Dorcas Meadows, Sirius Black x Male!Unamed!Character, (mentioned) Mary Macdonald x Emmeline Vance, (mentioned) Frank x Alice Longbottom

Summary: You’ve been with Remus since Hogwarts and found out about his furry little secret before the two of you ever got into your romantic relationship. For years you’ve wanted nothing more than to give Remus one gift. This year is finally the year.

Warnings: Remus thinking low of himself (Remus being Remus), mentions of past transformations, cursing, crying (it’s not from something bad)

Characters: The Marauders (all four), Lily, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadows, Sirius’ boyfriend, and 4 year old Harry Potter

Characters Mentioned: Alice and Frank Longbottom, Regulus Black, Pandora Lestrange, Mary Macdonald, Emmeline Vance, 4 year old Neville Longbottom

Notes:

Voldermort is gone

Peter never betrayed them

They all lived

All characters are in their mid-twenties

Readers mother is a potioneer

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 The Potters were well known amongst their loved ones for their famous Christmas Party. James’ parents, even though aging, continued with their parties, and the lot of you attended every year.

After James and Lily got married they started hosting holiday gatherings as well. It was a bit more of an inner circle than what James’ parents did. But you all looked forward to it every year.

“Hold on..I got this!” James assured us as he struggled to open the box in his hand.

Little Harry laughed at his fathers clear struggle, earning a grin from James. Lily looked at James strangely.

“James,” Lily plucked the box from him, “It’s already opened.” Lily opened the box with ease.

A fit of hysterical laughter filled the room.

You were resting on your boyfriend's legs, listening and joining in on conversation as your head rested on his thighs and your hands were intertwined across your stomach.

“Y’know,” Sirius began, “This reminds me of when we won that quidditch match against Ravenclaw and James got drunk as shit-“

“Sirius!” Multiple voices chastised

“Whoops.” Sirius grinned, not even trying to seem guilty. Sirius was spread across a love seat while his boyfriend sat on the floor in front of him.

“I think it’s time for Harry to go to bed.” James said, rushing towards Harry as if Sirius’ swear word would poison his son.

“Not yet, you know he gets fussy when he goes to bed too soon.” Lily stopped her husband

“Yeah, Jamie,” Marlene jokes, “It’s a holiday, let the kid stay up.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve never had to deal with a fussy baby.” Dorcas pointed out

Marlene snorted, “Of course I have, I used to have to babysit my siblings when my parents went out. I’ve dealt with plenty of fussy babies.” The blonde corrected her wife.

“Thanks for volunteering to take care of Harry, Marls.” James teased as he gently plopped the four year old in Marlene’s lap.

Marlene’s eyes looked as though they were going to pop out of her head as Harry tried to reach for Marlene’s bottle of beer.

“Uh, love, a little help here.” Marlene begged her wife quietly.

“I thought you were used to fussy babies.” Dorcas teased

“I was, but that was a long time ago!” Marlene shrieked as she tried to keep the bottle of alcohol away from the persistent toddler.

“I’ll take him.” Sirius scooped Harry up from Marlene’s lap, “I’m his godfather, I’m amazing when it comes to these types of things.” He said proudly

“You called us crying because Harry got a paper cut.” Lily deadpanned

“It was a bad paper cut!” Sirius exclaimed

“It did look pretty bad.” James agreed quietly with his brother

Sirius grinned, feeling victorious.

Lily sent James a look, “But you did make it seem like Harry was dying.” James said quietly

Sirius gasped and pointed at Lily, “How dare you turn him against me. I thought we were closer than this, prongs.” Sirius feigned hurt, “Moony, Wormy, back me up here.”

“Leave me out of it.” Remus said

“I’m sure you meant well, Sirius.” Peter said in a slight sarcastic voice

“Thank you, wormy.” Sirius chose to ignore Peter's tone.

“I do not understand how you deal with toddlers all the time, Lils. First, you and James, then Alice and Frank.” Marlene commented

“How is Alice and Frank?” Lily asked, suddenly very curious about one of her closest friends.

Marlene shrugged, “Good. Me and Dorcas went over for dinner earlier this week. Their little mutant clinged to my leg the entire time.” The blonde complained.

“It was sweet, he likes you.” Dorcas teased

“Tell that to the slobber left on my good pants.”

“I'm glad to hear that.” Lily said, “I got a letter from Mary yesterday morning as well.”

“How's our sunshine doin?” Sirius asked

“She and Emmeline are traveling right now…she thinks Emmeline is going to propose!” Lily's excitement was obvious.

“About time.” Sirius spoke up, “How long have they been together? Since third year?”

“Sixth year.” Lily corrected

“You’re next, Moony.” Peter said teasingly

“Yeah, Moony, when are you going to pop the question.” Sirius was only joking. All of them knew why Remus hadn’t proposed.

“Just be patient, pads.” Remus jokes

Sirius snorted, “You sound like my little brother. Though he and his blonde friend were a thing, then I found out he’s seeing some muggle from France.”

“Regulus?” Peter questioned

Sirius nodded, “The boys a blonde and everything.” Sirius looked towards Marlene, jokingly.

“Must be hot then.” Marlene jokes.

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Remus had already changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. He was only waiting for you to come to bed so he could fall asleep.

Meanwhile, you paced in the living room of your shared cottage. You sent occasional glances towards the basket that held the vials of potion your mom had produced for you.

“Love?” Remus called from the stairs

“In here!” You called back, you shuffled your feet in nervousness.

What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought you were trying to fix him? What if it doesn’t work?

Remus peeked his head in the doorway and smiled at you, making your heart melt in love.

“What’cha doin? It’s late.” He walked towards you and stiffened when he saw your uncomfortable posture.

“A-are you okay?” He asked worriedly

You managed a small smile and stepped towards him, straight into his arms and rubbed his back. Mostly to calm yourself.

“I have a present for you.” You whispered

Remus hummed in confusion, he hadn’t heard you, you realize.

“I have a present for you.” You said louder, pulling back from his chest but keeping his arms around his waist as his arms stayed around your shoulders.

His brows furrowed, “Okay?”

You sighed, stepping back and walking towards the basket, “Sit down.” You said

You heard shuffling and the creak of your chair.

Gently, you pulled a single vial from the basket and walked over to him. Without making eye contact you sank to your knees beside him.

He eyed your figure and chuckled nervously, “You’re freaking me out a bit..”

You sighed regretfully, “it’s nothing bad. I promise. It’s just..I’m worried you might not..like it?” You said for lack of better word

Remus smiled softly and squeezed your hand, resting on his thigh reassuringly, “Whatever it is, I’m sure I will love it.”

You smiled back and handed him the vial of potion.

His face contorted back to one of confusion.

“Look at the label.” You said quietly, scanning his face for his reaction.

You watched him turn the bottle over and read the label. Once…twice..three times.

“Is this..” he said with a disbelieving tone

“It’s Wolfsbane. I’ve got plenty of more in the basket over there.” You motioned towards the basket, “My mom made it so it should work perfectly.”

His face didn’t change.

“Rem..” you said in an anxious voice.

“How..why..?” His voice broke

“I know you’ve read about it in the “Daily Prophet” about a hundred times. I asked my mom..I paid for the ingredients and my mom brewed it. For you.”

Remus took in a shaky breath and looked at you with tear-filled eyes, “You shouldn’t have.” He said, holding back tears.

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his shoulder, “I wanted to. I know how much you’ve wanted this..how much you need this. You deserve every last vile and much more.”

Remus let out a sob and buried his head into your chest.

“Thank you, thank you.” He pulled you into his lap, and buried his face into your neck, “I don’t deserve you.”

You whispered sweet things into his ear as he cried. He only continued to hold you tighter.

When pulled back from your neck you cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears from his face.

He continued to mutter words of gratitude as he pulled you into a kiss. The kiss was full of so much adoration and love, as you knew he was trying to express how grateful he was.

“I love you.” He said

“I know, and I love you too.”

As the two of you went to bed that night, wrapped in each other's arms, there was a new feeling, one that you knew Remus could feel too. It was a new sort of understanding between you and your lover, one that you were sure would last the rest of your lives.

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edited on 05/16/2024