Quidditch Mishaps

Quidditch Mishaps

Ancestors Era Masterlist

Word Count: 599

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Pairing(s): Young!Poppy Pompfrey x friend!Reader, Young!Pomona Sprout x friend!Reader

Summary: You get a nasty injury during quidditch and your roommate, Poppy is assigned to watch you.

Warnings: pain, medicine

Characters: Young!Poppy Pomfrey, Young!Pomona Sprout

Characters mentioned: Young!Minerva McGonagall

Ancestors Era FC + Aesthetics

Notes:

Poppy, Pomona, and reader are all Hufflepuffs

they all share a dorm.

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Quidditch Mishaps
Quidditch Mishaps
Quidditch Mishaps

“And just what do you think you are doing?” 

Your body freezes in surprise, your mind going haywire with an unholy amount of cuss words.

You turn your head to see your roommate with her hands on her hips, looking like an angry mother. At this moment you think you would’ve preferred your actual mother to be angry at you. 

“I wanted some water.” You mumbled lamely, not meeting your friends' eyes. 

You hear Poppy scoff and her angry footsteps moving towards you. “And you couldn’t have asked for it?” She said while wrapping one of her arms around your waist.

“Pomona! Come help me please!” Poppy called 

You heard some feet moving then saw Pomona emerge from her cubby in your dorm. When she saw you on your feet her eyebrows raised, “She’s up again?” 

“Yes, now come help me please.” Poppy gestured to you

“You guys know I'm right here, correct?” You say earning a glare from Poppy, silencing you.

Pomona made her way over to your other side and the both of them helped you back to your bed. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, before hissing as your leg moved causing a sharp pain to rise within your ankle.

Poppy sighed, “Mona, can you get the ointment by the water chug please?” 

You saw your red-headed friend nod and walk away.

“It's fine,” You winced, “Truly.” 

Poppy’s mouth thinned, but she didn’t make any comments. 

“Here you are, Pops.” Pomona emerged once more with an ointment in her hands

Poppy mumbled a thanks as she began to unwrap the bandage that was wrapped around your, once broken, but still bruised ankle. 

“Careful.” You hissed, your ankle trembling in pain

“Sorry, I'm sorry!” Poppy said rubbing some of the cool ointment on your ankle.

You sighed in relief and leaned back against your pillow, “Thanks, Poppy.” 

Poppy put the cap back onto the bottle of ointment but was still shaking her head, “Why you insist on riding on those blasted things always puzzles me.” 

“Brooms?” You questioned

“Of course! I mean the game itself is dangerous on its own, how they allow it to be played at a school is ridiculous!” Poppy ranted angrily

“Quidditch is fun.” You answer

“Getting hurt is fun to you?  You got blasted off your broom at your last game, and you still want to play?” Poppy asked

“Well getting hurt isn’t fun, obviously, but the adrenaline rush of it all is. Besides, all sports are dangerous in some ways.” You say 

“Yes, getting attacked by a magically induced, prone. to. injure…ball is so much fun.” 

“The medi-witch already fixed my broken ankle, and the bruising will stop by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” You answer

“It would heal a lot faster if you stayed in your bed.” Pomona spoke. You shot her a look as if to say, ‘Whose side are you on?’. She shrugged in return. 

“Mona is quite right. Don’t deny it.” Poppy shot you a look

“You treat me as if I'm acting like Minnie after her latest quidditch injury.” You point out, causing Poppy to flush pink.

“If you were acting like Minerva was, we would be having an entirely different conversation.” Poppy said

“Yes, yes.” You mumble under your breath annoyed

“It’s getting late.” Mona pointed out

Poppy nodded, then looked at you, “Try to get some sleep please.” 

The three of you bid your ‘good nights’ and you made yourself comfortable without putting weight on your ankle.

Poppy was right, she always was when it came to injuries. But you weren’t going to admit that. Not tonight. 

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edited on 05/16/2024

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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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Days At Home | Peeta Mellark
Days At Home | Peeta Mellark
Days At Home | Peeta Mellark

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


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2 years ago

Pumpkin Carving | Simon Lewis

The Mortal Instruments Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Genre: fluff | slice of life

Pairing(s): Simon x mortal!girlfriend!Reader, Clary x friend!Reader, mentions of Clary x Jace

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Simon carve pumpkins for Halloween at Clary’s house

Warnings: Knives, mentions of fights with demons, mentions of stabbing oneself, dizziness

Notes:

Reader is aware of the supernatural

Reader is a mortal but never said to be a mundane

Reader has fought demons before

Simon is a vampire in this

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|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

Pumpkin Carving | Simon Lewis
Pumpkin Carving | Simon Lewis
Pumpkin Carving | Simon Lewis

Your boyfriend is a vampire. 

Something you never thought you'd say or truly believe. 

But it does seem to add to the aesthetic of fall, or more specifically Halloween.

Halloween is about a week away so Clary brought it upon herself to try and get you all together to do fall activities. 

Today you’re carving pumpkins but it seems that only you Clary, and Simon are in attendance.

When you arrived Clary said something about the shadow hunters being busy with something at the institute and that they might join you later for the movie.

You walked out to the back to see your boyfriend and Luke putting newspapers on the table on the patio. 

You’re out at the farmhouse for the weekend, Clary and Simon said it would be the perfect ambiance for fall activities. You couldn’t help but agree now that you're standing outside.

“Are we sure these aren’t gonna fly away?” Jocelyn Fairchild asked, looking skeptically at the table covered in the newspaper.

“We can always tape them down later. Besides, the pumpkin's weight will keep most of them grounded.” Luke shrugged looking at his fiance 

“Oh! Speaking of pumpkins we should probably go get them from the truck.” Clary said rushing back inside

Luke and Jocelyn began to walk after their daughter meeting somewhere in between and wrapping their arms around each other. 

Simon made his way over to you and pulled you into a quick greeting hug. 

It was different hugging Simon after he turned, you were sure of that but you couldn’t quite remember how it had felt hugging him before he turned. You quickly realize that you're not so sure we hugged at all before he turned.

Simon's lips pressed to your forehead and you shivered involuntarily. It was an odd feeling, not unpleasant, just weird. 

“How was the drive?” He mumbled, his lips pulling away from your forehead.

He kept one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder as you began walking after our friends. 

“Decent.” You shrugged, “I must admit I forgot how beautiful this place was.” 

You had been to Luke's farmhouse once before, about a week ago, but it had been nighttime and you hadn’t been there long. 

Now, seeing the field of trees and grass in the light of the late afternoon you felt peaceful.

Something that has recently become foreign. 

When fighting demons becomes your life you begin to savor this domestic kind of peace. Something as simple as looking at a pretty view wrapped up in the arms of someone you love.

“Me too. But if you think it’s beautiful now you should see it in the spring, when all the plants are coming back to life after the winter.” Simon replied

Your stomach rattled in excitement, something about Simon sharing something he loved with you felt so...lovely? You can’t really find a good word to describe it.

Your relationship is still new, but your feelings have been growing for far longer. 

Walking out in the front to where Luke’s truck (and your car as well) is parked on the gravel road.

Clary stood holding a pumpkin wider than her frame, the orange being an odd contrast to her hair. 

She looked up at the sound of the door shutting behind you and grinned, “Finally, I thought you guys might’ve gotten lost in the bedroom.”

Simon surely would have flushed if he was still human, and your own cheeks conjured a bit of a rosy tint on them.

“Clary!” Her mother chastised, Luke shook his head disapprovingly but didn’t say anything.

Clary blushed a little bit, seemingly forgotten her parents were there too. 

“Whoops. Sorry.” She said but her grin didn’t fade, and you all knew she wasn’t really sorry. 

“Don’t worry Clary, we'll save our antics for bedtime.” You whispered to her once you were close enough

Clary giggled and Simon looked shocked. 

He squeezed your arm and sent you a teasing glare.

You responded with a mischievous grin of your own and kissed him lightly on the cheek. 

He made a grumble sound of appreciation. 

Apparently, Luke and Clary had gotten up early this morning and picked out a bunch of pumpkins from a local market for you to choose from.

Once you picked one you all headed back out to the patio. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry yours?” Simon asked you once more

You nodded in response just as Clary said, “Don’t worry Simon, you can show her your new found strength later in the bedroom.” This time her voice was hushed to make sure her parents weren’t listening. 

Though in the back of your mind you wondered if Luke had heard anyway.

But when you looked over at him he was chatting happily with Jocelyn so he probably wasn’t paying attention to your trio.

Once you all found your place at the table Luke pulled out a little bin of carving tools and put them in the center. 

“I wasn’t able to get any from the store because they were all sold out, so these are the ones from last year that we were able to save. So we’ll all have to share. And Simon you can still bleed so please be careful with that knife.” Luke said, causing all of you to snap your attention to your boyfriend, who was examining one of the sharper knives. 

He looked quite offended to be called out, “What- I wasn’t going to stab myself!” 

“You may not have meant to but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t have happened.” Clary muttered causing you to laugh

Simon sent a glare towards both of you but you only giggled in return. 

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Turns out fighting demons made it easier to carve a pumpkin.

No one asked for Luke’s assistance (which he seemed to be a little upset by) as you cut the tops of your pumpkins out.

You watched as Simon put his arm into the pumpkin to grab the first handful of pumpkin guts and saw him shiver in disgust. 

“I swear it didn’t feel like that last year.” He said

“You're a vampire now.” You respond

“Right.” He muttered

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Sometime later, you walked over towards Simon to borrow one of his knives when you saw him beginning to carve out on the face of the pumpkin. 

“You're done scooping out the seeds?” you ask glancing towards the pumpkin so see plenty more of the pumpkins insides still present. 

“Yes. Why?” He asked 

“Well it's just..” You reached into the pumpkin and pulled out a handful of seeds.

“I’ll get those later.” Simon shrugged

You huffed out a laugh and threw the seeds at your boyfriend, causing him to let out an over exaggerated gasp. 

Clary, who had apparently been watching, started to laugh. You giggled before looking at Simon’s face and wondered for a moment if you had gone too far.

Then he looked up and grinned at you, “Oh is that what we’re doing now!” He reached back into the pumpkin and pulled out two handfuls of guts. He threw one at you and the other at Clary. 

“Hey!” Clary yelled out in surprise

You only giggled and walked back towards your own pumpkin to gather some of the insides that had piled up beside your pumpkin. 

When you looked back up, a handful of seeds and such in both hands, you saw that Clary was smearing some pumpkin guts on Simon’s shirt.

You ran over to help Clary, throwing some of the stuff at Simon’s face. He cried out in disgust and looked towards you. 

Realizing what he was about to do you began to try to run backwards but Simon was faster. 

He grabbed you around your middle and threw you over his shoulder. 

Then I heard Clary shout, “Let her go!” 

She was running towards you with more orange guts in her hands. 

Simon seemed to have also noticed his best friend because his arms tightened around you as he started running away. 

Simon was running at a human pace, you noted.

You couldn’t breathe because of how hard you were laughing as Simon ran in circles with Clary after him shouting things like; 

“Put her down and I won’t have to gut you!” 

“Simon Lewis I hope you don’t value your hair too much!”

“Once i’m done with you i’m going to enter you into a pumpkin contest you’ll look so orange!” 

Eventually Clary caught up with you, but at that point you were dizzy from being tossed around as Simon ran. 

As Clary threw pumpkin guts at Simon, he seemed to be tossing you around even more as he tried not to get hit.

“Okay kids if you want to finish these pumpkins before dark you better go back over here!” Luke called

Simon and Clary seemed to have silently agreed to yield their fight and Simon lowered you to the ground.

You stumbled a little but Simon's arms quickly sought out to help you. 

“You okay?” Clary asked you, still out of breath from running and laughing

You nodded but you caught Simon's worried glance, “I’m okay.” you assured him

He smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, I had fun.” You grinned, still a little dizzy

“Okay lovebirds.” Clary called out walking back to her parents

“Just because Jace isn’t here doesn’t mean you have to rain on our parade.” Simon called back causing Clary to let out a laugh

Simon kept a steadying arm around your waist as you walked back to the table.

When you got closer you realized that Jocelyn and Luke’s clothes had also been stained in orange, you think they had their own little fight as well.

When you got back to carving out pumpkins (with occasionally throwing of guts until Jocelyn told all of us to stop to stop) things were peaceful with the remains of laughter still in the air. 

Finally you finished, and looked over at your friends.

Clary and her mother were still very concentrated on their pumpkins. But Simon and Luke seemed to be chatting. 

“You done?” You asked going over to your boyfriends side

“Yep, look!” He said beaming proudly his arm coming around your shoulder to pull you closer.

When you looked over at the pumpkin you saw a glob of different shapes.

“What is it?” You asked after a moment

“What do you mean? It’s a smiley face with fangs!” He said genuinely shocked

“Oh!” You nodded 

“Let me see.” Clary said, wiping her hands off on some of the newspaper. 

When she walked over she let out a laugh, causing you to bite back one your own.

Simon teasingly kicked the back of her leg but it only caused Clary to laugh harder. 

“It’s wonderful, Simon! Here, let me take a picture!” Clary said grinning 

Simon was quick to move causing you to nearly lose your balance.

“Absolutely not, you are not sending that to Jace!” Simon stated

“What makes you think I'm sending it to Jace?” Clary questioned

“Because I know you!”

“Oh-Whatever!” Clary said

“Fine. If you think mine is so bad then let's see yours!” Simon said but as soon as the words came out of his mouth he seemed to reconsider. 

“Of course.” Clary grinned

The three of you walked over and saw that Clary had carved some sort of ghoul and had even added some runes to the pumpkin.

“Really? A shadow hunter ghoul.” Simon said seemingly unimpressed

“You should’ve just carved out Jace.” You teased, earning a laugh from your boyfriend. He sent you a pride filled smile, that made your heart speed up.

Clarys face seemed to be a mix between unimpressed and amused. 

“And make his ego grow some more, absolutely not.” Clary said

“I say we name him...flace.” Simon said

“Flace?” you and Clary said at the same time

“It’s a mixture between flaky and Jace, I think it fits.” Simon said with a grin

“Did you just call my boyfriend flaky?” Clary asked already starting towards Simon.

.................

The rest of the night seemed to be trying to save Simon from Clarys wrath. But in the end you wouldn’t have spent it any other way.

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Snowy Quidditch | Lily Luna Potter

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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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Snowy Quidditch | Lily Luna Potter
Snowy Quidditch | Lily Luna Potter
Snowy Quidditch | Lily Luna Potter

“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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1 year ago

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


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2 years ago

Simon Lewis Masterlist

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Pumpkin Carving

You and your boyfriend, Simon carve pumpkins for Halloween at Clary’s house. WC: 2k

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Train Tracks | Peeta Mellark

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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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Train Tracks | Peeta Mellark
Train Tracks | Peeta Mellark
Train Tracks | Peeta Mellark

“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.


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2 years ago

Jace Herondale Masterlist

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Imagines:

An Angels Arms

You fall asleep after spending an evening surrounded by your family and friends, and you wake up in your husbands arms. WC: 1.7k

Late Night Demon Hunting

You go demon hunting and Jace decides to tag along. WC: ~1.2k

Dinner and Bane

When Jace is under house arrest in Magnus’ apartment, you come to keep him company. WC: 1k

Dancing Under the Stars

You attend the anniversary of the new accords with the Downworlders. But you find that you enjoy the party much more when you’re out under the stars. WC:1.2k

Breakfast

WC: 1k Your morning are normally all over the place. But there is one constant thing. Or perhaps you should say person.

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Dating Jace Herondale HCs

Jace Herondale x Anxious S/O

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2 years ago

Dating Jace Herondale HCs

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|This is all randomly out together so I apologize|

Warnings: mentions of traumatic past

Notes; |PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

Dating Jace Herondale HCs
Dating Jace Herondale HCs
Dating Jace Herondale HCs

He’s insanely protective

He hates when you go places without him because he worries too much

He has his eyes on you when you’re in the same room together, sometimes without even realizing

At the beginning his kisses were hard and rough

He still kisses rough but also with passion

His kisses kind of reflect his emotions.

At the beginning he doesn’t really understand or he doesn’t want to feel these things for you because of how he was brought up

But over time his kisses get more passionate

He kisses hard, like the two of you could not be any closer

His kisses are hard and passionate because when he loves someone he loves them entirely

Again, because of the way he was brought up he’s worried that since he cares for you so much he could lose you

So every kiss kind of feels like a last kiss without it meaning to

He really just wants to keep you safe

Even if he knows you can handle yourself he’s the first to stupidly throw himself in front of you if something went wrong

He will protect you with his life

If you get hurt he gets angry

Finds someone to blame, and sometime blames himself or you

That’s probably what leads to arguments is if you’re hurt and he keeps reminding you how you should’ve done this or that

He truly cares about you but he has a terrible way of showing it

If he feels like he’s been rejected it’s like all the way back to stage one

He loves your praises

Would purposely do something (probably something stupid) just to get your attention and praise

Probably wants your attention 24/7

Like he is honestly a child

Would never admit it but he’s clingy

Might follow you around most of the day if he’s just bored

He likes to talk and he likes it if you listen

He can also be a listener though

PDA

Like he kind of does it subconsciously sometimes

He wants you close and protected so he has his arm around you

He doesn’t want you to fall behind so he holds your hand

If Jace thinks someone else is interested in you he’ll laugh about but secretly be nervous

If you show some sort of friendliness to them he’ll probably take it terribly and be an ass about it

Like I said, he wants all of your attention

And he’s not one to be friendly so he might honestly interrupt a conversation just to ask you something

But if you came to ask him something he’d probably ignore the person he’s talking to, to see what you want

He doesn’t really care about other peoples opinions

Unless it’s someone he cares about

Which isn’t a lot

If someone didn’t approve of your relationship he’d probably just act like, “Okay, I don’t give a fuck.”

He loves head scratches

Like his eyes roll in pleasure when your nails run over his scalp

Jace doesn’t want you to nessacarily mess with his hair though

Like if you wanted to braid it or something he’d raise an eyebrow and say, “no.”

eats your food

He’s so non-chalant about it too

If you’re eating something he likes he’ll just take some for himself without even asking

And if it really bothers you he won’t do it

But if you’re just saying something like, “You should ask before you take someone else’s food” he’s just shrugs and takes another piece

But if you do it to him he raises an eyebrow at you

He won’t care that much though

Make out sessions leave you breathless

He’s very skilled in making out

Jace is most likely the best kisser you’ve ever had

He’s also really skilled with his fingers

He definetly makes a lot of jokes about you being obsessed with him

But everyone knows he’s also obsessed with you

If he loves you, he litterally doesn’t see other girls

If other girls find him attractive it’ll boost his ego but at the same time he doesn’t care

Wouldn’t cheat on you

You own his heart and soul, even if he was mad at you he could never look at another girl the same, not when you exist

Cares about his siblings opinions on you

Especially Alec’s

Alec and Isabelle would def be skeptical about you at first but once they realize how much Jace cares for you they’re willing to give you a chance

And if they end up liking you then that’s the final confirmation that Jace wants you in his life forever

Max doesn’t care

If Jace likes you then he likes you

Jace doesn’t want to imagine a future without you

He fidgets a lot

Dates with him can be fun

He’s an active body and care barely sit still so most of your dates are some sort of physical activity

Or something that requires a lot of walking

He’s the type of person that gets reminded of you everywhere he goes

He sometimes finds it annoying

Other times it can be comforting

He does not want to open up about his traumatic past with anyone, even you

And Jace just doesn’t cry

He probably couldn’t cry if it saved his life

If Jace cried… something awful must of happened

And if he’s upset enough to cry then he gets angry

Sometimes he goes to the piano or the training room if he’s lost in thought

A lot of times you’ll be in the music room doing whatever while Jace works at the piano

He likes your prescence

It comforts him that you’re there because your safe and he just likes that you’re with him

He’s probably not a big hugger

And by that I mean he probably hasn’t hugged anyone in a good year

But he’s fine with that

But he does like getting hugs from his loved ones

He almost never initiates hugs either

He’s a more live in the moment kind of person

He doesn’t enjoy thinking over the past all too much because it stresses him out

And he doesn’t want to worry about the far future either

I wouldn’t say he’s a big cuddled nessacarily

But over time you end up cuddling

But he won’t call it ‘cuddling’

Overall he’s a decent boyfriend

He cares for you and your well-being

But can also be stubborn and lash out

Overtime it decreases because you hold him accountable for it

You are his lover not his parent and you are not going to take care of him like a child

But that doesn’t mean you stop calling him out on his bs

He really respects your opinion and wants you to think highly of him

Something he’s always wanted with others as well but is more communitive about it with you

If the relationship is going to work he knows he needs to be more open

Because it’s not fair or right to you if he expects you to be okay with all his impulse negative emotions that are wrongly directed at you

Magnus even admitted that Jace comes to see him for impromptu therapy sessions

Though Jace definitely doesn’t call them that

He says he asks because Magnus is old and he’s bound to have some good relationship advice

Like every relationship you both still have some communication problems here and there

But the two of you actually end up being a very mature and open couple

Because both of you acknowledged your faults and worked to correct them

Not to mention you have both kind of molded around each other

You still have separate lives of course but you both always have each other in the back of your mind

Your relationship has also somewhat become something to look up to

Because you know these ShadowHunters do not sort out their problems with each other

But Jace has never been the average Shadowhunter either

at the end of the day Jace would sacrifice everything for you

Because that’s what you are to him

And he never fails to show it


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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.


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