Ancestors Era Masterlist

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

Ashlynn Ella and Briar Beauty Headcanons

Ever After High Masterlist

Warning: Some topics might be triggering

Mentions of; panic attacks, Hyperventilating, and more

Since Ashlynn was a little girl she dreamed every night for her happily ever after

Romance quickly became her favorite genre

Pansexual, she doesn’t care for gender, she just wants someone who loves her for who she is

When she was really young she spent most of her time outdoors

She’d run around barefoot and bring things she found interesting to her mother

She always liked how the rough ground felt on her feet for some reason

But when she was old enough to recognize the judging looks people would send her she stopped going at as much

Or at least where people could see her

Her mother was often busy with royal duties so while her mother could only sit outside with Ashlynn, she couldn’t play with her

So Ashlynn occupied herself by finding new animals or plants

She learned to adore a lot of her wilderness friends and was so honored to be invited into their games

She also adores flowy things

Ashlynn hates tight clothing

Her closet being full of nice flowy dresses, shirts, skirts, pants, etc.

She doesn’t mind tight shoes though

She feels they keep her grounded in her High imagination

Ashlynn went to balls a lot as a kid and loved seeing all the flowy gowns and the way the dancers moved

Her favorite was always the ballet dancers

But when she tried to do ballet and quickly realized how uncomfortable her feet were, she stopped

Because while her other shoes might be a bit uncomfortable, ballet shoes were so much worse

She cried all night when she gave up ballet because it was just too much for her

But her mother quickly enrolled her in other dancing classes

She quickly loved ballroom dancing, waltzing, and even began to do figure skating

She adores both winter and summer

Summer because of all the beautiful flowers and animals

Winter because she can figure skate in the big lake by her castle and the romantic ideas of cuddling by the fire

She probably expects very highly of herself but nowhere near Apple

She’s the therapist friend

Sweet>Salty

Briar Beauty

Briar prefers tighter clothes

It’s kind of a reminder that she is awake

Bisexual (pref for girls)

The reason she falls asleep randomly is because she is sleep deprived

She has and will do some unhealthy things if it means staying awake

When she learned that a spinner was the reason for her long slumber, she was only seven and it scared her so bad

She would start hyperventilating at the sight of the needle

She’s had SO many nightmares in her life

Briar was given a therapist very young to try and accept her destiny

It didn’t really help

A lot of the reasons she tries to be bold and out their is because she hopes that just maybe someone will know who she is in 100 years

Has totally done something random like cut off all of hair on a whim

Once she finally believed she wouldn’t have to sleep for 100 years she had to go back and kind of figure out who she wanted to be rather than who she felt she had to be, in order to be known

Ashlynn was definitely there trying to help Briar figure out a healthy sleep schedule

It was very difficult for Briar for a long time because she would wake up drenched in sweat

She’d panic because she thought she had slept for 100 years

Briar has probably woken up in panic attacks before

The thought still plagues her

She wants to try so many things but gets bored of things quickly because she thinks she has to try everything

Salty>Sweet

The thought of love made her so nervous because she was worried she’d lose everyone

She loves strong floral scents

But cannot keep a plant alive to save her sleep schedule

Coffee, coffee, coffee.

She was probably in a relationship with Melody Piper at some point

Loves mixing edgy with feminine

Also has really learned to love to express herself through makeup and hair

Poor girl had a hard childhood and has a really hard relationship with sleep

She is getting better but that fear wills always be present

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?

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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“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

Simon Lewis Masterlist

Mortal Instruments Masterlist

This Masterlist is not currently being added to…

Pumpkin Carving

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

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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

Emma Vanity

Marauders Era Masterlist

FC: Andrea Chaparro

MBTI Type: ENTJ

House: Slytherin

Best friend: Dorcas Meadows

Others:

Slytherin Quidditch Team Captain

Chaser

Born wealthy

Adores poems

Loves pet names (but only from people she’s close with)

Has a nickname for all of her close friends

Probably has a pet bird

Not an owl but some sort of bird

Like I want to say she has a pet Raven

Knows a bunch of different dance styles and loves trying new ones

Night > Day

She has definitely voiced that she thinks there should be quidditch matches held during the night (she’s been turned down every time)

Loves learning about herbs

Her best subject is potions

Jace Herondale:

City of Glass

“(…) —but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”

Jace’s letter to Clary in City of Glass

I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you.

Gwen Stacy Masterlist

TASM Masterlist

More works in progress…

A Day to Remember

A winter day with the blonde you love. WC: 1.1k

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