Routine | Remus Lupin

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

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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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

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘹𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Harry Potter Universe Masterlist

More works in progress…

Beauxbatons Houses:

Bellefuille

Papillonlisse

Ombrelune

You’re sorted into Bellefuille

You’re sorted into Papillonlisse

You’re sorted into Ombrelune

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Jace Herondale Masterlist

Mortal Instruments Masterlist

More works in progress…

Imagines:

An Angels Arms

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

Late Night Demon Hunting

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

Dinner and Bane

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

Dancing Under the Stars

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

Breakfast

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

Headcanons:

Dating Jace Herondale HCs

Jace Herondale x Anxious S/O

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In-law Dinners | Peeta Mellark

Peeta Mellark Masterlist

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

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff | Hurt?/Comfort

Pairing(s): Peeta Mellark x wife!Reader

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

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

Note(s):

Peeta’s mother and brothers suck

Established relationship

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

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

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

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

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

“How ‘bout this one?” He smiled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were quick to cut in, “Peeta-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gave his hand a grateful squeeze and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peeta

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

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

You held his hand a little tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You agreed knowing it made him feel guilty not to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, “And you don’t have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were close to crying yourself.

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

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

“I’m proud of you.” You whispered

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” Was your explanation.

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

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

Mary Macdonald and Emmeline Vance HCs

Marauders Era Masterlist

Mary: Talks

Emmeline: Listens

Mary: Sunshine

Emmeline: Rain

Emmeline: Wears Jewlery

Mary: Makes the Jewlery

Mary: Extrovert

Emmeline: Introvert

Emmeline: “I have a bad feeling about this.”

Mary: “Just follow my lead”

Mary: Elton John

Emmeline: ABBA

Mary: 50+ friends

Emmeline: 10> friends

Mary: loves parties

Emmeline: hates parties

Mary: Bisexual

Emmeline: Lesbian

Emmeline: Plays quidditch

Mary: Cheers

Mary: Youngest child

Emmeline: Only child

Mary: Golden Retriever

Emmeline: Black Cat

Emmeline: Will eat anything

Mary: Picky eater

Mary: always hot

Emmeline: always cold

Mary: Action movies

Emmeline: Horror movies

Mary: words of affirmation

Emmeline: acts of service

Emmeline: Sunshine protector

Mary: Sunshine

Mary: coffee drinker

Emmeline: tea drinker

Mary: sings while drunk

Emmeline: sober and listens

Mary: *brings home stray animal*

Emmeline: “Did you name it yet?”

Mary: Animal lover

Emmeline: also loves animals

Mary: loves little kids

Emmeline: intimidated by little kids

Mary: cat lady

Emmeline: supports cat lady

Emmeline: sleeps on the right side of the bed

Mary: sleeps on top of Emmeline

(The left side is for the cats)

Emmeline: Ravenclaw

Mary: Gryffindor

Snowy Quidditch | Lily Luna Potter

Lily Luna Potter Masterlist

Word Count: 480

Genre: Fluff

Parings: Lily Luna Potter x Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: Snow, cold weather, heights?

Notes:

Established relationship

Takes place during readers and Lilys 5th year

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt Lily laugh a little.

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

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

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

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

You grumbled an agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

You raised your eyebrows questioningly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The heat on your cheeks canceled out the chill.

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

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edited on 05/16/2024

Pukwudgie House

Ilvermorny Masterlist

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(all photos found on Pinterest)

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Represents Heart

Favors Healers

Founded by no-maj [muggle] James Stewart

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How I see Pukwudgies:

People who try to heal others because they aren’t sure how to heal themselves

People who feel other peoples pain

People who want someone to understand their pain

Who want to be loved whole-heartedly and to love whole-heartedly

Often ‘Hopeless Romantics’

People who know all too well how evil people can be, but still believe in the good

People who imagine themselves in horrid situations just to try and feel someone else’s pain

They want someone to understand them without feeling like a burden

Who want to understand people because they know all too well the feeling of being misunderstood

Who try to show they care by doing things they want others to do for them

They want to be able to accept themselves

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edited on 04/30/24