Mary Macdonald And Emmeline Vance HCs

Horned Serpent

Ilvermorny Masterlist

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Founded by Isalt Sayre

Favors Scholars

Represents the Mind

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How I see people in Horned Serpent

-People who want to know the why

-People who have a mind filled with many thoughts but don’t know how to express them

-The ones with a mind that rages with endless possibilities

-The over thinkers

-The ones that want to know everything

-Not fans of surprises

-Hate being left in the dark

-Academic Validation>>>

-They enjoy being in the know

-Want to impress with others with their knowledge

-They stand still while their mind goes haywire

-Multiple thoughts at once, its overwhelming

-Loves learning new things

-Enjoys hearing stories

-Puts a lot of thought into gifts (it stresses them out)

-Probably knows an uncomfortable amount of information about the people around them

-Observers

-Are interested in some sort of art; paintings, drawings, music, language, history, clothing, culture, ect. 

-Fans of the dark, but also....not

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Benjy Fenwick

Marauders Era Masterlist

FC: Benny Emmanuel

MBTI Type: INTP

House: Ravenclaw

Friend group: Caradoc Dearborn, Emmeline Vance, and Dirk Cresswell

Other:

Muggleborn

Childhood best friends with Caradoc Dearborn

Roomates with Dirk Cresswell

First met Emmeline by accidentally spilling ink all over her in the library

Tends to accidentally make messes

He had a bunch of papers and pages hung up messily around his bed because it “helps him think”

Has a cat he found in the dumpster and has kept it and loved it like it was his own child

Her name is Nelly

Collects old books and newspapers

Likes to make collages

Can kind of play the guitar (Caradoc has been teaching him since they were kids)

Plays a lot of music to “help him think”

Claims he’s an amazing drawer but draws stick figures

Caradoc once took him to the beach with his family on vacation and he’s been begging to go back ever since

Has a big crush on Amelia Bones ever since she helped him take care of his cat, Nelly, when she was sick once

Flickering Lights of Music | Daphne Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Established relationship | fluff

Pairing(s): Daphne x fem!gf!reader

Summary: You and Daphne spent a winter evening celebrating with your family until you're worn out. But you beg Daphne for one more thing before you leave.

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (from Daphs parents), swearing, food

Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Daphne's cat Atticus, Astoria Greengrass, Reader's family

Notes:

Readers family is magical

Established Relationship

Both reader and Daphne are in their early 20s

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Is it odd to be jealous of a cat?

Maybe, but you’re sure you aren’t the first.

Atticus, an unknown breed of cat that had followed Daphne back to Hogwarts after a Hogsmeade trip in her fifth year. He was a sweet cat if he wanted to be. But normally he didn’t want anything to do with anyone except Daphne.

Which made it difficult when you had to take him for holiday breaks.

Daphne and Astorias parents were quite strict. They would’ve noticed Atticus the second Daphne had stepped into their home.

Which Daphne always laughed about because they only ‘gave a damn’ if their daughters did something wrong. Every other time they were treated like ornaments.

So, you had tasked yourself with taking care of her darling cat every break. Not that the cat was ever willing.

It was one of the many sighs of relief when you graduated from Hogwarts.

After a couple years you and Daphne moved in together. You were ecstatic about moving in with Daphne, but there were certainly some unexpectant challenges when it came to Atticus.

Like right now. You had gotten up to use the bathroom and the cat took your rightful place next Daphne. Curled up next to her like you once were.

You groaned in frustration. You were tired and didn’t want to have to deal with a needy cat.

You remind yourself that it’s your bed. Atticus has one of his own in Daphne's room. You shouldn’t feel bad, the cat gets to snuggle with Daphne almost as much as he wants. Yet, you do as you stride over to the bed with purpose.

You grab the cat gently but firmly so he doesn’t fall from your grip, and march over to Daphne's bedroom. The moment you picked him up he was making loud sounds of complaint. You tried to ignore it as you made down the familiar path towards Daphne's bedroom. You gently plopped the cat on his bed and cracked Daphne's bedroom door. Atticus would be able to get the door open and come running back to your room if he wished. You would just be back in bed before he got there.

When you plopped down on your bed and cozied yourself under the covers, you let out a sigh of victory.

“I could’ve sworn you were furrier.” Daphne hummed, in a sleep laced voice

“Yeah, whatever.” You muttered, snuggling closer to her.

She draped her arm over your waist lazily and peaked at you through hooded eyes, “If you’re jealous of my cat, you’re more than welcome to get your own.” She had a teasing smile on her face.

You murmured out something indecipherable as the warmth of your bed had already pulled you halfway into the depths of slumber.

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Your home was filled with winter tunes. The noise came from your record player, which you insisted on playing despite Daphne's ignorance to the works of a record player.

Tonight, you were to dine with your family. Astoria and Daphne were also to attend.

Since neither girls were in contact with their parents, you opted to have both at your home.

While Astoria was ecstatic at being surrounded by your family, Daphne was less so. She was grateful for your offer, truly she was. But she enjoyed the solitude of your shared home much more.

That’s why, every year, you and Daphne have agreed that she will travel to your home before dinner, and stay for dessert, before the two of you re-enter the comfort of your home.

Daphne only really did it for you and Astoria.

The blonde had practically raised her younger sister herself, and since the brunette was the younger of the materialistic parents' children, she rarely ever was in conversation with her parents.

Daphne was the elder of the two. The crown jewel of the Greengrass name. Her reputation was everything to her parents.

She followed her parents orders to her own expense, only ever finding love and warmth from her younger sister, whom she taught love and kindness herself. Daphne always shielded Astoria as much as she could from her parents' cold souls. She made sure she followed her parents strict orders, only ever acting out in private, tutoring her when her grades were slipping below perfection, schooling her how to be a pretty picture with expert mannerisms without being the center of attention.

Daphne always knew that no matter how hard she tried Astoria had struggled from her parents neglectance and the strict rule of showing only false emotions, and mannerisms.

So, she tried to be better now, where they could no longer be reached by their parents' grasps.

Astoria had always adored and loved Daphne more than anyone. And when Daphne learned to love you, Astoria wasn’t long behind, coming to love you as a close friend and a person of guidance.

You were meant to leave your home soon. Picking and prodding at your attire so that you looked as you wished.

You could hear Daphne's footsteps from outside your bedroom before you could see her. Making eye-contact with her through your mirror (which was littered with many moving pictures of the two of you).

You turn, “How do I look?” You asked

One of the pros of being in a relationship with Daphne, is that she doesn’t beat around the bush. However, this could also turn into a con at times.

Her eyes raked over your frame, her eyes held admiration as she calculated her thoughts.

“You shouldn’t wear those shoes, they’re cheap and uncomfortable. I doubt any charm you used would be able to soften them. Wear the black ones I bought you, they’ll match your outfit brilliantly.” Daphne said

You nodded, she had a point, these shoes were wildly uncomfortable, but you liked the look of them.

You’d save them for a date night, you tell yourself.

Slipping on the shoes Daphne had gifted you not too long ago, your feet instantly felt much better.

“What time should I arrive?” Daphne quested, a few arrivals of clothing and jewelry floating behind her.

“Same time as last year, and the year before that.” You smiled

Daphne nodded, her expression stoic, as usual. Daphne was notorious for having a resting bitch face, your friends had once told you.

“What shall I wear?” Daphne asked thoughtfully, using her wand to move the floating possessions in front of you.

You examined the options before picking out the pieces you liked best.

Daphne nodded, she tapped her wand once and the attire was gone.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You joked, walking over to her for a goodbye kiss.

Daphne smiled softly, and allowed you to place a kiss on her cheek. She turned her head waiting expectantly for another kiss.

You kissed her lips, immediately wishing you weren’t to see your family soon. You would’ve preferred if you could spend all night kissing the blonde. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.

Daphne may hate social gatherings, but she hated not being punctual more. She believed that if you said you were going to be somewhere then you should be there.

“Don’t be long.” You begged breathlessly.

You stepped back, Daphne giving you a wink before you apparated to your parents home.

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You were always pleasantly surprised at the familiar scent of your childhood home.

The entirety of your past home was filled with family and friends, drinking, laughing, talking, and of course gossiping.

You’d had your fair share of family members come up to you to comment on ‘how you’ve grown’ or ‘how you look so beautiful’.

You tried to stay clear of the attendants you weren’t close with. Choosing to stick around those you were more fond of.

“So, how’s that girlfriend of yours?” Your grandma asked, patting your thigh affectionately.

As she’s aged she seems to forget more and more.

Your occupation, relationships, and recent travelings were always the topics.

“Daphne's good.” You said

“And what is she doing now?” You grandmother asked

“She’s a court scribe for the ministry.” You answered

Your grandmother nodded, but she doubted she heard you or even processed what you said.

You excuse yourself politely, making your way to the front door.

One tick, two ticks, three ticks…

A polite knock on the door.

You pulled it open, smiling brightly at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend dressed in the outfit you chose.

You said your greetings and then pulled her towards your parents.

“Oh, Daphne, how lovely to see you.” Your mother beamed at her.

“How’s work going?” Your father asked

Neither of your parents made a move to hug Daphne. They had learned throughout the years the two of you had been together that Daphne was not a hugging kind of person.

Daphne answered your parents' questions politely, only stopping when Astoria bounded over to the two of you.

“Daph, you’re here!” Astoria gave Daphne a one-armed hug

Your parents excused themselves politely, knowing this conversation was more wanted between the three of you.

“Yes, I am.” Daphne said quietly in a regretful tone.

Over the course of conversation Daphne wrapped her arm around you subconsciously.

“Rumor has it that you’re seeing someone.” You added

Astoria blushed.

Daphne looked quite shocked, “What?”

“It’s nothing serious.” Astoria reassured her sister, “At least, not right now.” She added quietly

“Since when were you seeing anyone?” Daphne asked

“Relax, Daph.” You whispered

Daphne sent you an incredulous look before turning to her sister expectantly.

“I think you’ll like him.” Astoria said, smiling, “Both of you.”

“Does that mean we can meet him?” You asked

“Not yet. But, soon.” Astoria promised

You elbowed Daphne.

Daphne sighed, “I’m happy for you. Truly, I am.”

Astoria grinned, “I know, Daph.”

Astoria excused herself to go help your mother.

“I think it’s nice.” You commented

“We’ll see.” Said Daphne.

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The two of you were to leave soon.

Dinner and dessert had been served and it had all been graciously enjoyed.

When games began you pulled Daphne out to sit outside.

“I’ll be right back!” You added, before rushing back into the house.

When you walked back outside, Daphne was sitting in the gazebo in your yard, she seemed to be examining the lights you had hung around it earlier that season.

Her head turned when she heard your footsteps.

She quickly noticed the thing in your hands and raised a brow.

“I was hoping..” you began, nervously, “You’d play for me.”

You handed her the Violin.

“Did you buy this ‘specially for me?” Daphne jokes

“It’s custom made. It’s..your present.” You said

Daphne looked up at you in surprise.

She looked down at the case that held her instrument, and opened it slowly.

The Violin was gorgeous. It matched Daphne's complete persona.

Daphne looked over it, delicately running her fingers along it.

“It’s..so lovely.” Daphne whispered, “Thank you.” She said even quieter.

She pulled the Violin out and placed the case delicately on the space beside her.

“Any song in particular?” She asked

Your heart sped up, “No.” you answered

Daphne stood, positioning the Violin so that she could play.

When Daphne had told you she could play, she mentioned she always played standing up.

You had never physically seen Daphne play, only heard it.

When Daphne hit the first string, you breath caught.

You’d heard both muggle and wizard music in your life. Both were unique and beautiful in their own ways.

Daphne put them both to shame in a matter of seconds.

The blondes eyes were closed as she let her muscle memory do all the work. You didn’t recognize the sound from her violin to be familiar.

Though, none of it mattered as the violins music became more frequent and the lights on the gazebo began to perform to the beat of Daphne's music.

The lights flickered, dimmed, and brightened as Daphne played.

You felt like you were in an alternate universe, being lulled to sleep by an angel.

You were positive that this tune would guide you for the rest of the week. As not only the sound soothed you but the picturesque scene of your breath-taking love.

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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Clary Fairchild Masterlist

Mortal Instruments Masterlist

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Red Head vs Demon

The dark skies of your morning start with demon hunting. Then, you accompany your girlfriend to her friends awful music play. WC: 581

Hot Summer Days and Lakes

You and your girlfriend, Clary, decide to spend a hot day at the lake. WC: 897

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Red-head vs Demon | Clary Fairchild

Clary Fairchild Masterlist

Word Count: 581

Genre: Domestic-ish fluff | Action

Pairing(s): Clary Fairchild/Fray x Partner!Reader, Isabelle Lightwood x Simon Lewis, Maia x Bat

Summary: The dark skies of your morning start with demon hunting. Then, you accompany your girlfriend to her friends awful music play.

Warnings; Blood, demons, blades, mentions of anxiety, Simon and his band

Characters: Jorden Kyle, Maia Roberts, Isabelle Lightwood, Clary Fray/Fairchild, Bat

Characters mentioned; Jace Herondale, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane

Notes: No specific time frame in the books. Probably set after the book series. But Jordan didn’t die in CoHF. 

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Clary cursed under her breath in frustration, “Where are these demons coming from?” She slashed angrily at the demon in front of her, cutting off its head and sending it back to its home. 

Recently, your dear city of New York has been infested with more demons than usual. Meaning that you and the other shadowhunters were working overtime. 

You came up behind Clary to slash at a Demon that was trying to bite her ankle. You turned guarding her back as she guarded yours while another demon came up in front of you. The battle was over quickly with a few cuts and bruises here and there but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. 

“Hopefully Magnus will be able to answer that question soon enough.” You mumble as you draw an iratze on Clary’s forearm. She huffed a strand of her red hair out of her face looking around at the status of the alleyway where the two of you had found a group of raveners. The black blood had been gone from the walls along with the bodies of the demons. Leaving the two of you sweaty and covered in the black blood. 

The sky was black and few stars were out. You think you’d like the night a lot better if it wasn’t the only time demons came out. 

“I’m sure Jace is having the time of his life.” Clary mumbled, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You smirked, “Yes, and Alec anxiety is off the racks with the amount of demons we’re hunting these days. I’d tell him to take a vacation if we didn’t need him here.” 

“I think he’d be a little disappointed to miss all the excitement.” Clary said sarcastically 

You nodded your head in agreement, “Shower, then breakfast?” You ask

Clary wrinkled her nose, “Simon and the bland are playing this morning.” 

You shivered in mock disgust, “So breakfast, and a couple pairs of ears that need to be bleached.” 

Clary nodded, “Pretty much.”

You grabbed her hand to begin your journey towards the institute. 

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You’d be lying if you said you were looking forward to the next hour. Sat on a comfortable beige couch in Java Jones with your girlfriend as you wait for Simon and his friends to start playing. 

“You sure we can’t bail?” You asked

Clary, freshly showered, and in day clothes, nodded, “I said I'd be here.” 

Your mouth thinned

Clary had coffee in front of her as you waited for this ‘show’ to begin. Izzy was sitting at another table, waiting patiently for the band to make their way onto the stage. Maia sat at a different table. Her and Jordan called it quits about a month ago but stayed friends. So she was here with her now boyfriend, Bat, supporting their friends. 

You clapped reluctantly when the band piled onto the stage. Jordan and Simon weren’t that bad. The rest of the band though..

“What do you think Magnus would say if he were here?” You asked

Clary shrugged then grinned, “As if Magnus would ever be caught in a place like this.” 

You nodded your head in agreement. 

“So what do you want to do after this, train some more?” You asked

Clary shrugged, “Let's enjoy this for right now.” 

Your face was masked in mock horror, “Sure...enjoy.” 

Clary laughed under her breath, giving you a swift kiss on the cheek. You smiled against your will. Perhaps this hour wouldn’t be so bad.

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Thunderbird House

Ilvermorny Masterlist

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(All photos found on Pinterest)

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Founded by Chadwick Boot

Favors Adventurers

Represents the Soul

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How I see Thunderbirds:

Deja Vu

I believe they’re old souls

They yearn for adventure and discovery

They are always asking “What else is there?”

They want to make memories

Love language: Quality Time

They find it hard to stay on track because of all the things they are thinking about

Love to make up stories

I think they go more for the Fantasy genre

But I can also see them being history lovers

Pirates, dragon riders, sailors

They want to try stuff out even if they know they shouldn’t but they’re just super curious

Knows better but wants to make dumb decisions

But finds it ridiculous if others do stupid stuff

If they don’t feel that connection with you they’re dissatisfied

They try to read people after they first meet them

Not good at expressing emotions

They feel deeply though

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Hot Summer Days and Lakes | Clary Fairchild

Clary Fairchild Masterlist

Word Count: 897

Genre: Fluff | Slice of life

Pairing(s): Clary Fairchild x Partner!Reader

Summary: You and your girlfriend, Clary, decide to spend a hot day at the lake. 

Warnings: sharp rocks, small hiding places?

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 It wasn’t hard to get Clary to spend the day at the lake. This particular lake was located near her dad's renovated house out of the city. It’s mid June and the weather has been scorching hot. 

Since the both of you are adults, Clary’s parents (reluctantly) let the two of you have the house to yourselves. Much to the enjoyment of the two of you. You couldn’t remember a time where you got to spend such isolation with your girlfriend, without having to worry about interruptions or strangers or responsibilities. So far, the hours you have had were amazing. 

You had spent breakfast outside, Clary with her bagel and coffee, and you with your own preferred breakfast. You didn’t have to worry about time, so you spent a good hour just talking. Taking bites with minutes in between. There was no need to rush. 

The walk to the lake had been calm, filled with laughter. The two of you walking side by side, hand in hand. Clary had been telling about some anime she and Simon had recently started. She filled you in on her favorite characters and her predictions for how the story would progress. You listened and asked questions, loving the way her eyes shone, and the sound of her voice. Obviously she was taken by the subject, the words flowing out of her mouth smoothly with passion and emotion. 

The two of you had also discussed your friends and your predictions as to what they were doing at that moment. Clary told you that Simon was supposed to be meeting with his ‘band’ that morning. Simon had wanted to come but then quickly realized that this was a romantic retreat and decided against pushing to come. 

“I bought this comic with different Japanese fighting styles, I've been taking notes on some I think would be useful.” Clary stated, looking proud

“Is that so? You know, fiction fighting and real life fighting rarely mirror each other. As far as I know their fighting skill is over-exaggerated and sometimes just unnecessary.” You respond

Clary shook her head smiling, “Actually I talked to Alec about some of the techniques and he said they were legitimate.” 

“Well, if Alec approved it, it must be accurate.” You said sarcastically

“Exactly.” Clary returned with a sarcastic smirk

When you got to the lake side, quickly you shedded your layers of clothes revealing the swimsuit underneath. 

Clary did the same, looking a little flustered. She wore a simple pastel purple one piece, but in truth she looked breathtaking. Noticing your admiring stare, Clary flushed, a shy smile on your face. 

You set the towels you had brought on some of the dryer, but not so dirty rocks. 

“We should put on sunscreen before we get in.” Clary commented, pulling out a bottle of such product from the bag she had brought. The bag was decorated with some anime characters that you were unable to identify. 

Once she was done she handed you the bottle, “Get my back?” She asked smirking

You wore a smirk of your own, grabbing the bottle from her hands and putting a dime size in your palm. You purposefully spent more time rubbing the protective cream on her back, enjoying the way she shivered. At your touch or the temperature of the cream, you weren’t sure. You ended it with a small kiss on the side of her neck. She flushed again. 

“My turn.” She turned around and applied some to your back. You could tell she was trying to replicate your previous movements. Spending more time in an area that made you tense up or shiver involuntarily. 

“You ready?” I ask, casting a glance toward the water. 

Clary nods

Clary and I decided to just jump in. Better than stepping in, we both agreed. 

The chill water immediately  engulfed our bodies. A vast contrast to the humidity of  the air. Clary shrieked and I laughed. 

“It’s cold!” Clary shrieked 

“That’s the point!” I laughed 

Eventually we got into a game of trying to dodge each other. Basically just playing tag in the water with the just people. We were both surprised by the amount of hiding places the rocks held. 

“I’ve been here a zillion times, how have I never noticed this!” Clary had said when she found a little opening in between the rocks

“This would’ve been a great place to avoid my mother trying to put sunscreen on me.” Clary mumbled looking genuinely a little disappointed. 

“Well if you ever bring Simon here again, perhaps you could try and scare him.” You had commented 

Clary brightened, “You are a genius!” She kissed your cheek

You spent hours there, in the water, now the chill being bearable, doing all different activities. At one point you attempted to pass a plastic volleyball but it popped on one of the sharper rocks a few minutes in. 

The sun was setting, and you both agreed to pack up and head back. Clary picked up her phone and scoffed. 

“What?” You ask, genuinely curious

“Simon is going to my favorite noodle place, without me!” She said

“How dare he.” You said dryly

“I know! When I get back he better be ready.” Clary muttered, resulting with a laugh from you

“We should do this again.” Clary said, smiling brightly

“We should.” You agree, taking her hand in yours.

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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