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A Day to Remember

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

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Let me keep you Safe |Daphne Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Hurt/comfort (?)

Pairing: Daphne Greengrass x gf!Reader

Summary: Daphne Greengrass, your girlfriend, finds out that her ex-best friend Pansy Parkinson has been messing with you. She doesn’t take it well.

Warnings: fights, bullying, blood, threatening, some suggestions to past abuse, Anti-Pansy

Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass (kinda)

Characters mentioned: Draco Malfoy, Professor Slughorn

Notes:

Takes place in sixth year

not really following any plot in the book or movie

Slughorn does get mentioned

No homophobia

Some fighting

Anti-Pansy

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How could you not admire her when you walk by. Daphne was a goddess. But an intimidating goddess at that. Only the really ambitious-or stupid- approached her, and attempted to take her on a date. She was never interested though.

Your relationship had been kept a secret from public eyes. Not for any particular reason other than the adrenaline rush of sneaking around. Only your closest friends and Daphne's sister, Astoria, knew about it.

It’s January, the air is still chill from December, casting an icy breeze down the halls. Most students shivered, but Daphne didn’t. She leaned against the cold wall, her figure the picture of elegance. She was dressed in her own clothes since students weren’t required to wear robes over the weekends. She looked quite intelligent, but also scary. The kind of person you don’t approach because they look like they could read your mind.

She kept to herself, examining her nails, her mouth thin in displeasure. Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and low and behold there you were. Walking alone, messenger bag on your hip, eyes focused on the floor in front of you. Your pose indicated you weren’t open to conversation. But you always walked like that.

Daphne's heart fluttered at the sight of you and a smile blossomed on her face. She quickly walked over to you, her hand quickly finding yours. You looked up, knowing immediately who it was. You smiled, grateful at the blonde's appearance.

“Where are you headed?” Daphne asked genuinely curious

“The library. I need to return some books and pick up some new ones.” You answered

Daphne hummed, “Did I ever tell you about the time in second year when a book followed me around for a week. Honest to Merlin, I couldn’t figure out why. My professors thought I was misbehaving, so I got detention.”

You laughed, “It just followed you around?”

Daphne nodded, “Yeah but when it placed itself on my desk it would make a loud sound. Disturbed all the students around me. Now that I think about it, it was probably Parkinson’s idea.”

You stiffened, Daphne didn’t think anything of it.

“What for?” You asked

Daphne laughed, “I was probably standing too close to Malfoy the day before. You know how Parkinson gets when you mess with one of her ‘possessions’.”

You shook your head, “Malfoys a person.”

“I don’t think Parkinson ever saw him that way. I think she’s just always seen him as her betrothed Prince that she would end up marrying and living in a big castle with all of us as her unhappy subjects. ‘Course, Malfoy didn’t give a fuck about her until last year. He just liked all the attention she gave him. I think that’s why he still keeps her around.”

Your mouth thinned, “That’s sad, the way they both use each other.”

Daphne shrugged, “I think it’s better than one of them actually being in love.”

You stopped walking, and Daphne stopped as well, confused, “How do you know they don’t love each other?”

Daphne hesitated, “I think they love the idea of each other. What the other can give them. But if it were just them, it wouldn’t mean anything.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, “Do you think they could learn to love one another?”

“I don’t know, when you grow up the way they- we did. It’s kind of all you know. It’s uncomfortable to love someone when you aren’t familiar with it. It feels…unsafe. Parkinson and Malfoy don’t like feeling unsafe.”

Your brows furrowed in distress but Daphne cut you off before you could say anything.

“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it was an odd feeling for you at first. I didn’t like it. But I do now. I’m happier now. So I’m glad I took that risk with you.” She squeezed your hand

You squeezed back, smiling.

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True to your words, you were sitting in the library with a few transfiguration books open.

Your head snapped up when the chair across from you screeched as it dragged on the floor.

Pansy Parkinson’s eyes were mischievous, like a cat about to chase a mouse. Your mouth thinned, anxiety pooled in your stomach, as well as frustration. What did she want?

“Watchya readin their honey.” She smacked her lips together annoyingly.

“A book.” You answered dryly

Parkinson scowled, “I’m not stupid, I can see that’s a book.”

“Then maybe you can also see that I’m reading it.” You snapped back

Pansy stared at you blankly before smiling a cruel smile. “No need to be fiesty honey. I just want to have a nice conversation with you, that's all.”

She stood up and sat in the chair right next to you. You turned to face her, not trusting her to be so close and not be up to something.

“So how’s Daph doing?” She asked, but she didn’t look at all interested in what your answer would be.

“Fine.” You replied shortly

Pansy smiled a teasing smile, “Y’know Daph used to be such a laugh. She was always a mischievous one. Which was why I was so confused when she turned her back back on us, for people like you.”

She didn’t give you time to answer before continuing, “She spends a lot of time with you I’ve noticed. Do you have something she likes or…” she breaks off looking at you. She laughs suddenly, “Don’t tell me the two of you are seeing each other!”

You stiffened.

“Daphne always was unpredictable. But this! Now that’s something.” The raven headed girl stated loudly.

She moved her hand to your cheek and you flinched back, “Now, you and I are gonna come up with a nice little plan. You’re gonna break off whatever you have with Greengrass. You’re gonna tell her that she’s pathetic for thinking you could ever care for her. That you just wanted to see how far she’d go. Call her a blood supremacist or whatever. Break. Her. Heart.” Pansy said through clenched teeth, “Or, the next time we see each other, you won’t be getting away in one piece.” You froze when you felt the tip of her wand on your thigh.

She smiled cruelly, “See you around, honey.”

You were shocked. Frozen in place.

That’s why you didn’t notice a particular Greengrass sister a couple years younger than you was nearby. And she heard everything.

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A few weeks had gone by.

You continued to see Daphne, not sure what your plan was. Ignore Pansy, listen to Pansy, try and deceive Pansy?

Pansy Parkinson was like a parasite. Most kids younger than her were afraid of her. So if she wanted to know something, she’d know.

Every time you saw Daphne it was short and quick.

You could see the confusion laced on her face every time you walked away with pathetic excuses that she could see right through.

You had been struggling a bit in potions recently so you weren’t surprised when Professor Slughorn sent you a note with an invitation for some extra help.

You made your way to the potions room, you caught a glimpse of Daphne, talking with her younger sister Astoria. You lowered your head and kept walking. You could think about everything later.

Entering into the potions room your eyes went straight to the teachers desk and you were surprised not to see your professor.

“Slughorn's out for a bit.” A frighteningly familiar voice said from the corner.

Pansy was leaning against a table, looking happy. But not a good kind of happy.

“When will he be back?” You ask when the silence becomes too much.

Pansy snorts out a laugh, “Not for hours…you didn’t really think the note was from old Professor Slughorn, did you?”

Great.

“What do you want now?” You ask annoyed that you had been deceived.

“I thought I made it very clear that you were to break off things with Daphne. But she looks almost as she was before we had our chat.”

“Maybe Daphne doesn’t care as much as you think she does.” You replied

“No. I’m right. I know I’m right. The question is, do you?”

“What?” You were confused

“I made you a promise last time we spoke.” Pansy studied her nails in a bored manner.

“You threatened me.”

“Pish posh.” Pansy said, “You are the fool for not listening. Now, what am I going to do with you?” She pulled out her wand from her robes.

Your wand was in your bag, but you knew the second you tried to reach for it she’d hit you. Pansy may be a bitch, but her hexes are pretty good.

“How about an apology.” A third voice said

Whirling around, you see your girlfriend standing by the door, her wand pointed straight at Parkinson.

“Daphne.” Pansy was very surprised by the blonde's appearance.

“Parkinson.” Daphne sneered back.

Pansy recovered from her shocked look, to a face of annoyance.

“We were just having a little girl talk. No need to be so hostile, Daph.” Pansy rolled her eyes

Daphne chuckled darkly, “Like when you threatened my girlfriend in the library two weeks ago. Was that what you consider a little girl talk?”

Parkinson stiffened and she looked at you with flaming eyes. If looks could kill.

“Don’t look at her.” Daphne's voice snapped

“How long have the two of you been seeing each other?” Parkinson asked, trying to look uninterested.

Daphne moved closer to you, “That is none of your concern.”

“How come? We’re friends, aren’t we Daphhy?” She mocked a pout

Daphhy? If it weren't for the fact that she was just plain annoying then that would make you feel the urge to punch.

“We haven’t been friends for a long time, Parkinson. Especially not now.” Daphne was shaking. What fueled this, you weren’t sure.

Pansies mouth thinned.

“If I even hear a whisper that you are messing with my girlfriend I will make sure you regret it, do. you. understand?” The look on Daphne's face scared you. Even though you knew her anger wasn’t directed towards you.

“You always were a fiesty one Greengrass. A poked dragon just waiting for the chance to sink its teeth into someone. Is that what you plan to do to your little bitch here?” Pansy said

The sound of cracking was Daphne's response.

Pansy shrieked in pain, her hands going to cover her face.

She pulled them pack and saw the blood that was coming from Pansy’s nose.

Daphne grabbed your hand, hard. “If you ever mess with her again you’ll wish all you got was a broken nose.” Daphne seethed

She pulled you from the room and dragged you up and up multiple sets of stairs until she just stopped in a completely empty corridor.

She turned to look at you, anger still blazing in her eyes. She looked at you expectant, like a parent waiting for their child to confess their wrongdoing.

You opened your mouth, trying to think of what to say but closed it when you couldn’t think of anything.

When Daphne realized you weren’t going to say anything, she began talking, “Why didn’t you tell me? How long has Parkinson been talking to you? Has she hurt you? I swear if she touched you I’ll-“

“No.” You said out of nowhere, “No, Daph you shouldn’t have broken her nose like that-“

“Did you expect me to just step back and let her talk about you the way she did!” Daphne thundered

“I’m not saying she didn’t deserve it but now every time she sees you-“

“She’ll keep to herself, she’s not dumb enough to try me again.” Daphne countered

You went silent at that.

Daphne sighed, running a stressed hand across her face, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered

“I thought it would go away.”

“You’re lying.” Daphne said

“What was I supposed to say, that Pansy Parkinson wouldn’t leave me alone?”

“Yes!” Daphne shouted, “I can keep you safe! Don’t you understand that? I can keep you safe from all of them, they’re afraid of me, they wouldn’t mess with you!”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe!” You shouted back

“Are you sure, because it’s not what it seemed like in there.” Daphne laughed with no humor.

“I would’ve figured it out!” You said

Daphne went silent, looking at you with concern.

She walked towards you and touched your cheek.

“At least tell me.” She whispered, “I don’t want you to keep big details like that, I don’t want to not know you’re hurting. Because I…I love you. Don’t you see that?” She pleaded

“I do now.” You replied, “I love you, Daphne. I didn’t want to worry you.”

Daphne smiled lightly, “You always worry me. As long as I live you will always worry me.”

And she kissed you.

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edited on 05/13/2024

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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edited on 05/17/2024

Dating Jace Herondale HCs

Jace Herondale Masterlist

|This is all randomly out together so I apologize|

Warnings: mentions of traumatic past

Notes; |PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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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When on a mission that goes wrong, you get captured by dragon hunters. WC:3.3k

Snoggletog and Snow Wraiths

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An early morning ride turns into a race between you and Hiccup. WC: 1.3k

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Headcanons:

Mary Macdonald + Emmeline Vance Relationship

McKinnon Family

Face Claims + HCs:

Benjy Fenwick

Emma Vanity

Hestia Jones

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Late Night Demon Hunting | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Word Count: ~1.2k

Genre: fluff? | Action

Pairing (s): Jace Herondale x girlfriend!reader, mention; Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

Summary: You go demon hunting and Jace decides to tag along.

Warnings: Blood, demons, weapons, walking at night

Notes:

Set after City of Glass

Jace didn’t die and come back alive

Valentine was still defeated though

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The only thing that can be heard in the institute is the sound of your black boots against the hardwood floor. You remind yourself to put a soundless rune on your boots before you leave. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when you see a certain blonde leaning against the wall- is he filing his fingernails with his stele again? 

“Jace?” His head shoots up at the sound of your voice and he grins. 

“That would be me.” He begins to walk toward you, “Are you ready to go?” 

“What do you mean?” You question confused

“Demon hunting of course, what else? You know they can never get quite enough of my good looks. Such a shame they get themselves killed for it though.” He answers with a fake sigh of disappointment

“I didn’t think you were going.” You answer walking to his side

“Why, because my parabatai is currently traveling the world with his warlock boyfriend? You know a shadowhunters work is never done, even then. You know, we should go on vacation somewhere, just the two of us.” 

You ignore the increased beating of your heart and look up at your boyfriend, “I mean, that I didn’t think you’d be going with me. I thought you were gonna take it solo until Alec got back.” 

“And let my beautiful girlfriend go by herself. I gotta make sure you’re safe, just like any good boyfriend.” He grins at you

You scoff, “I think I can handle myself quite alright.” 

“I know, but it is quite hot watching you fight, and I thought ‘why deprive myself of such a wonderful sight’.” He responds with the same stupid grin

“You won’t be able to watch me because you’ll be too busy fighting yourself.” You say while subconsciously making sure you have everything I need on your person

“I can do both, you know I'm a fantastic multi-tasker.” He smirks and you choose not to answer him 

“So, do you have everything?” He asks once more

“I need to put a soundless rune on my boots.” You recall 

He clicks his tongue and nods, “We don’t need the sound of your boots alerting the demons of our unholy intentions.” He kneels down in front of you and draws the rune on your right boot first with his stele, then a twin of it on your left. 

He stands back up and faces you, “Is that all then?” He whispers his face close to yours.

You manage to keep your composure but your voice breaks when you answer, “That’s all.” you curse yourself inwardly

He smirks and kisses you, hard. You're barely able to kiss him back before he’s pulling away and grabbing your hand, pulling you towards the door.

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Jace's left hand held a sensor while his right held your hand. You were walking through ChinaTown, which was busy considering the time of day. But it was always busy in New York City. The people walked past you without a single glance since you glamoured ourselves sometime prior. 

“Anything?” You ask glancing at the sensor in Jaces hand

Jace nods and looks up. You see a restaurant you often order from, mostly on the nights Izzy decides to...cook. 

“Well at least this demon has good taste.” He murmurs before pulling you into the restaurant.

You look around before you hear Jace whisper your name, when he sees that you're looking at him he nods his head in the direction of one of the tables. 

You see it immediately, sitting alone at one of the tables with a plate of egg rolls. To the mundane it looked perfectly normal but you and Jace were able to see right through its disguise. 

Jace scrunched his nose, “Who eats only egg rolls? This ones weird.” 

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “They’re all weird.” 

Jace shrugs and silently nods to the sign that indicates the direction of the restrooms. You nod back and then detach from each other. 

As you're walking around the corner you're able to hear Jaces voice, “Have you ever tried their mu shu pork? It’s to die for.” 

You roll your eyes and giggle under your breath. 

A man passes you without a look in your direction as you lean against the wall, waiting patiently. You don’t have to wait long before the demon that was sitting at the table is thrown at the wall past you. He gets up quickly snarling his ugly long teeth. 

“Not friendly I see.” You comment grabbing one of your seraph blades from one of the pockets in your jacket

“She’s taken, buddy.” You hear Jace say, but you don’t turn to look at him, keeping your eyes on the demon who’s still snarling at you. 

You murmur the name of your blade just in time for the demon to lunge at you. Your blade grazes its side causing bits of black blood to trickle out of the wound. It hisses slightly in pain. 

“You never did answer my question!” Jace yells as the demon now lunges at him

You come up behind them intending to stab the demon in the back but it lunges out of the way before you get the chance. 

Jace, now at your side, looks at the demon expectantly. 

“Screw you shadowhunters and your pork!” The demon hisses in a non-human voice

Jace gasps before lunging at the demon with his seraph blade, “And here I thought we were gonna have a nice conversation.” Jace says through clenched teeth

The demon narrowly dodges Jaces blade as you make your way toward the demon once more. Your seraph blade punctures the demon's arm and it yells in pain as you push it toward Jace. 

Jace cuts off one of its legs making a puddle of black blood underneath. Jace's arms go under the demons and he holds it as still as he can while the demon struggles against him. Jace nods at you with a smirk. 

You lunged at the demon one last time and cut off its head. 

The hallway is now drenched in black blood, and that reflects on your gear.

“Hot.” Jace says to you as he stands up from behind the demon

You shake your head but your smile gives you away. 

Jace looks down at the demon's remains and makes a disgusted sound, “How can he not like mu shu pork?” Jace asks

You laugh and walk towards him. The demon's body and blood disappear unsurprisingly. 

“That’s what you got from that?” You laugh 

“You meet a lot of ugly demons if that's what you’re talking about. But I’ve never heard of one not liking mu shu pork.” Jace answers, his arm going around your waist.

“That’s because you never ask.” Your answer

Jace makes a sound of agreement, “I suppose I should start then.” He looks down at you and smiles, “Breakfast?” 

You look down at your clothes, soaked in black demon blood and sweat, “Shower.” You answer

Jace grins, “I like your idea much better.”

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edited on 05/16/2024

Hello, dear readers!

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

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

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

Make sure to take care of yourself! <3

-a.m

Winter Beauxbatons Ball|Fleur Delacour

Fleur Delacour Masterlist

Word Count: 510

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Fleur Delacour x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s time for the annual winter ball at Beauxbatons.

Warnings: Food, cold weather, crowds of people, dancing

Notes:

Reader is wearing a dress

Ngl this isn’t great

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

The entirety of Beauxbatons was filled with the winter spirit.

Ice sculpting and painting contests had been held and prizes were awarded.

Even though they didn’t get heavy snow at Beauxbatons the castle was still cold.

You had changed from your lighter uniform to the one best worn in the winter.

The ballroom was especially dazzling tonight. Series of piano and violin music was played with the occasional upbeat songs.

Your feet were already sore. You don’t know how long you had been dancing, just that you loved everything about it.

The way your feet moved subconsciously to the song, the feel of Fleur's warm body pressed against yours, the way both of your gowns flowed as the two of you spinned, her hand intertwined with yours, and the way neither of your eyes left each other.

You were giggling as Fleur dipped you part way, pulling you back up so the two of you were chest to chest, the two of you spinned in circles as the violins beat began to go faster.

Letting one of yours hands release from hers you spinned her, moving your hands to rest on her waist as hers rested over your shoulders.

Her smile was bright, she could’ve made the stars jealous. Her eyes gleamed with joy as she looked at you. You smiled brightly in return.

As the song ended the two of you bowed.

“This way.” She said

Fleur was determined to learn English and since you spoke English you had been helping her.

She grabbed your hand and the two of you ran out of the ballroom giggling. Not even noticing the amount of eyes that had been following the two of you.

“Fleur, it is cold.” You said when the breeze outside hit you

“I know, but I wanted to talk to you in private.” She smiled

“About what?” You smiled back

She pulled you in with both of her hands resting on yours cheeks. She kissed you, once, twice, three times. And she pulled back.

“You are coming with me and my family on holiday, correct?” She asked

You nodded, “Of course.”

Her smile only got brighter, “I am so delighted to finally be able to introduce you to the rest of my family, and share my favorite places in France with you! Gabrielle is most excited you will be coming! She likes you, you know.” One of the reasons she loved you was from seeing you interact with her little sister.

You giggled, “I take it you have this entire trip planned out.”

Fleur smirked, “It will be very memorable, I promise you.”

“I believe you.” You said

She pulled you in for another kiss. Only pulling back when cheers were heard from inside.

“Come.” She grabbed your hand

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Your silver platters were filled with the most mouth-watering food. Your glasses filled with your drink of choice, was in your right hand. Your left was intertwined with Fleurs under the table as the two of you chatted and laughed with your friends. Excited for the holidays.

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edited 05/13/2024

edited on 10/07/2024

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

the sound of thunder pulled you out of your slumber.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"are you sure?"

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