Sorting HTTYD Characters Into Their Harry Potter Houses

Illness and Comfort |Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Word Count: 822

Genre: Fluff | Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Remus Lupin x wife!reader

Summary: Comforts from the upcoming moon.

Warnings: pain, sickness, symptoms of being a werewolf, Remus not feeling well enough to get out of bed.

Characters mentioned: The Marauders

Key:

Cariad = love (welsh)

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Stepping out of the fireplace with a flash of green you listened curiously to your surroundings. When you saw that Remus was not in his usual chair you worried that he had bed-ridden himself.

You used the floo powder network to get to the small Wizarding village, the closest to you, in Wales, hoping to find all you needed. You were in luck, but you felt your luck had been used up when you heard the awful coughs from the upstairs of your cottage.

You quickly dashed around your home, anxious to put all of your purchases away and get to your husband.

With record breaking time (by muggle standards) you placed everything in the correct spots, neatly (with the help of your magic), and carried the tray of food, medicine, tea, and water to your bedroom.

“My love,” You said in greeting, taking in your husband's appearance with regret.

Though you now had access to the Wolfsbane potion, which allowed Remus to keep a sound mind during his monthly transformation, it didn’t stop the pain that came leading up or during his transformation. And with the two of you growing older, Remus’ body was unable to recover the way it once could.

But, if we are talking about differences, you should make it a point to mention Remus’ face at the sight of your appearance. His face had once filled with shame, anger, helplessness, and longing when you saw him in such a state. Now, his face brightened increasingly as though you were the hero coming to protect him from the monsters.

“Cariad,” he greeted you in his mother tongue while making a move to sit up.

“None of that, my love, let me help you so you do not strain yourself more.” You rushed to his side as you noticed his movement.

Remus' chuckle sounded painful but he still smiled through his grimace.

“I apologize, my dear, I was quite excited to see you.” He responded.

“I am your wife, you see me everyday.” You say with an airy tone.

Remus made a noise of appreciation as he looked at you with all the wonder in the world.

You brushed some of the wispy hairs from his forehead and kissed it once.

“Fever?” Remus questioned

Your lips thinned, “Yes.” You moved to open the window in your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, my darling.” He replied as if meant to assure you.

“I’ve been looking into some muscle relaxer potions.” You said, a little absentmindedly.

Remus shook his head, “You don’t have to do that-“

“I should’ve done it a long time ago.” You cut in, your tone making it very clear that you didn’t want Remus’ disapproval.

Remus grabbed your hand gently, and ran his thumb over the back of your hand in soothing circles, “What I mean, is I don’t want you to make yourself sick worrying about me.”

“I always worry about you.” You say with vulnerability that you no longer withheld.

Remus smiled, “As I do you. Whatever will happen, will happen, so let’s enjoy our time now.”

“Yes.” You agreed quietly

After a moment of affectionate gazing, that would have Sirius gagging, you said, “I brought you up some food, have you eaten anything?”

Remus shook his head no, causing your brows to furrow in worry, but you looked away so that he would not be displeased.

He noticed anyway, “I wasn’t very hungry, and I didn’t want to make you rush.” Remus said.

“I suppose we should start keeping some snacks in our room, so that you don’t need to face the same problem.” You replied.

Remus nodded, “That would be a good idea.” His face shown in content, much to your pleasure.

“Here,” using your wand, you levitated the tray of Remus’ food and drinks so that it could comfortably hover in the air above his lap.

“I'll go get some more food, I don’t think this will be enough.” You made your way to turn when Remus let out a small shout of disagreement.

“No!” The tray of food magically moves itself so that Remus doesn’t knock it all over as he reaches for you. The look on his face tells you the unspoken words of “all I want is for you to be here.”

“Rem.” You start, but Remus only shakes his head.

You let out a little sigh, and Remus grins, knowing he’s won.

You move to your side of the bed, sitting on top of the covers. You watch as Remus digs into his plate while trying to make small talk with you.

When he’s done and the tray is moved, he lays his head on your chest. Your hand subconsciously goes to his head, your nails scratching and soothing him.

“I love you.” You can hear in his voice that he’s about to fall asleep.

“I love you, Rem.” With a gentle kiss upon his forehead you know he’s asleep.

Bellefeuille

Of

Beauxbatons

French School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Beauxbatons Masterlist

Bravery • Sensititivity • Loyalty

Love of Nature

Marauders Era Masterlist

Harry Potter Universe Masterlist

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Headcanons:

Mary Macdonald + Emmeline Vance Relationship

McKinnon Family

Face Claims + HCs:

Benjy Fenwick

Emma Vanity

Hestia Jones

|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘖𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘦

Beauxbatons Masterlist

When they hand you the arrow that has your name ingraved in it, you recall their demonstration as you pull back and let it fly. The arrow burst into a cloud dark blue, you’ve been sorted into Ombrelune.

When you see a pin on the collar of your uniform, you notice the “O” in the middle transforms into the moon. The moon also indicates whatever moon phase you will be seeing that night.

You’ve been placed into Ombrelune, house of Beauxbatons; Astronomers, inventors, teachers, diplomats, scientists, authors, among many other things.

The common area of Ombrelune is located in the highest tower. It is also the common room closest to the grand library. The common area in Ombrelune is the most luxurious. With high quality furniture and telescopes always available to any student.

Welcome to Ombrelune, how will you leave your mark?

Tree Lighting | TASM!Peter Parker

TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

TASM Face Claims

Word Count: 928

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You convince your boyfriend, who also happens to be Spider-Man, to give in to the public’s wishes and light the big Christmas Tree in Central Park.

Warnings: Heights, cold weather

Characters: TASM!Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales, and Felicia Hardy

Notes:

Established Relationship

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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“You want me to do what?” Peter laughed

“I’m serious!” You said

“I’m sure you are, honey.” Peter grinned at you

“So..will you?” You asked, hopeful

Peter ran a hand through his brown hair with a sigh, “I just told a reporter last night that I wasn’t going to do it.”

“So, say that you changed your mind!” You offered

Peter looked at you with an amused smile, “You really want me to do this tree lighting that bad, huh?”

You nodded bashfully, “I just..think it would add something nice to the season. For everyone!” You added

Peter grinned and pulled you in so that he could put a hard kiss on your cheek. Pulling back he rested his forehead on yours.

“You’re adorable, Y’know that.” Peter said

“You tell me all the time.” You said, quietly

“Mm, as I should.” He pulled you into a kiss

When he retracted from you, your lips followed his and he laughed.

“I gotta get home before Aunt May comes to check on me.” He nodded towards your bedroom window.

“Goodbye kiss?” You asked

Peter answered you with what you desired.

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“Did you ask Gwen to pester me about the tree lighting too?” Peter asked, walking into your apartment kitchen with his phone out.

“No.” You answered, honestly, leaning against the counter.

“Well,” Peter began wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his chest, “now Gwen is texting me about the tree lighting too.”

You laid your head on his chest and giggled.

“First, my girlfriend, and now my best friend. When will it stop?” Peter complained jokingly

“After we get Harry and Felicia in on it too.” You answered, giggling

Peter pinched your side teasingly.

“Yes, we’ll, I’ll definitely be outnumbered by then.” Peter chuckled

“You already are.” You laughed, “The entirety of New York wants you to do this.”

Peter hummed in agreement, “True.” He mumbled

You only grinned.

“What do you get out of this exactly?” Your boyfriend asked

“I get to see you struggle with the lights.” You giggled

Peter snorted, “I’m Spider-man! I fight villains on a daily basis, I'm not gonna struggle with Christmas lights.”

“Then prove it.”

“I guess I am cornered.” Peter considered.

Out of nowhere he picked you up causing you to let out a yelp of surprise.

“Well,” Peter laughed, “first things first, we have to find you the perfect spot to watch me expertly,” he emphasized, “light that tree.”

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True to his word, Peter found you the best spot.

You were currently rewatching the video that the news got of Peter-Spider-man- telling a reporter that he changed his mind about lighting the tree.

“Are you warm enough?” Peter asked while wrapping a scarf around your neck.

“Yep.” You confirmed

A knock on the door caught your attention.

“Are we expecting company?” Peter asked, zipping up his jacket to hide the spidey suit.

“Actually, we were.” You said, walking over to the door.

Gwen’s grinning face met the two of you on the other side. Followed by Felicia, Harry and Miles.

A chorus of greetings made their way into their apartment.

“Are all of you planning on watching me light this tree?” Peter asked

“I think most of America is watching you light this tree, Pete.” Harry said, very unbothered.

“I already told them where we’re planning to watch.” You added

“I’ve got a limo waiting downstairs.” Harry winked

“A real limo too!” Miles said excitedly

“We’re going by limo?” Peter asked

“No, Harry’s going by limo. I’ll get there on my own and so should you, Peter.” Felicia said

“Peters taking me.” You commented

“I could swing over as well.” Miles shrugged

“Well, I can’t swing so I’m taking the limo.” Gwen said

“We’ll meet you there.” Harry said, as he and Gwen walked out the door.

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“You ready, Pete?” Miles asked as he got comfortable on the roof.

“Course.” The brunette responded.

“Good luck, Peter.” Felicia called

“Don’t fall on the stage.” Gwen teased

“And don’t make us look bad.” Harry added

Your boyfriend scoffed and shook his head.

He looked towards you with a teasing expectant look. You hopped up from your spot and wrapped your arms around his tight.

He squeezed you tighter and placed a bunch of kisses on your cheek and neck, causing you to giggle.

“Get a room you two!” Harry yelled

Peter sends him a glare with no real anger in it.

“Wish me luck.” Peter says so only you could hear you.

“Good luck.” You say with one more kiss.

“See ya guys!” Peter called the rest of your friends.

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Apparently, Harry brought his laptop with him so all of you could see Peter better.

You giggled as you watched Peter talk to the celebrity announcer.

You all laughed even more as Peter did fumble with the lights after a worker handed them to him and asked him to wrap them around the tree.

“3……”

“2……”

“1……”

“Happy Holidays!”

The crowd shouted as Peter pressed the button to light the tree.

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“How’d I do?” Peter asked excitedly as he got back to you.

“Amazing! It was great!” You laughed, throwing your arms around him.

“Did you like it?” Peter asked you

“Loved it!” You pressed a bunch of kisses to his cheeks.

“I’m glad.” He pressed a hard kiss to your mouth.

“Alright, Felicia brought a million plates of hot food to my place-“

“Yes! I forgot about that.” Felicia interrupted

“Some warm food sounds good to me.” Mile’s commented

“Food?” Peter asked

“Food.” You agreed

Breakfast | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Domestic fluff

Pairing(s): Reader x Jace Herondale, (mentioned) Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

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

Warning: Food, kissing, possibly some cursing.

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|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

The bed was nice and comfortable this particular morning. A little too comfortable. But you don’t think that was because of the bed. 

A hand was rubbing up and down your back. Soothing you and relaxing your posture. You don’t think you could’ve cared if a demon had burst through the door at that very moment.

“I was wondering when you would finally wake up.” The blonde said

“The beds comfortable.” You replied in a whisper

“You mean my bed is comfortable.”

You looked around the room in confusion. Sure enough you were in Jaces room.

Your brain scanned for memories of last night.

“What happened?” You asked turning around to face him.

Jace was propped up on his elbow, his face in his palm as he looked down on you.

“We nearly got killed by a demon. We got back to the institute and ordered some dinner, you crashed after dinner. Typical night.” Jace shrugged

You nodded, half awake. A yawn left your mouth.

“So,” you began, “what’s for breakfast?”

Jace smiled, an easy, soft smile. Not like the sharp sarcastic ones he often gave others. These smiles were reserved for only when it was the two of you.

“Well, Alec’s at the old warlocks, Izzy went out with fangs, and Clary’s at the abandoned police station, meeting with some werewolves. Something apparently happened last weekend that we needed to be bothered about so Clary went to check it out. So we could order in or-”

“Should we have sent someone with her?” You asked

“Her dads there of course. Besides, Clary can hold her own.”

You hummed in agreement, Clary might be small but she is one feisty girl. Especially when you beat her at a board game while drunk.

Jace cleared his throat teasingly, “As I was saying we could order something or I could make something.”

You raised your eyebrows, “You can cook?”

“And bake.” Jace added, seemingly not at all offended by his partner's words.

“Since when?”

“Since forever. My father wanted me to be very diverse in my skills, that includes culinary arts.” He stopped for a moment, “And how to sing the entire abc’s in fifteen seconds.”

You were going to comment on that but Jace sat up, and you closed your mouth.

“Shall we?” He held out his hand for you

You chuckled and took his hand, “I suppose we shall.”

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The kitchen was reasonably enormous. With the amount of rooms the institute held it only made for the kitchen to be such an extended space.

Jace let go of your hand and went over the fridge.

When you saw him eyeing the leftovers you spoke up, “I thought you were supposed to be showing off your excellent chef skills.”

Jace looked towards, amused, “I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about lunch in the process.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.

Jace looked at the fridge, deep in the thought, then he grinned.

You raised your eyebrows, “What’s that look?”

Jace looked at you, “What look?”

You point at him, “That one. It makes me nervous.”

He smirked, “I make you nervous?”

“Wha- You know what I mean.” You said

His smirk didn’t fade, “Of course I do.”

You watched him as he walked to the cabinets and began searching through them.

He glanced back at you, “Make yourself comfortable, darling. Perfection takes time.”

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You lost track of the time. You mostly talked to Jace while he worked. Jace was a good multi-tasker. He told you some old stories (some you were sure he made up) as he continued his work.

Like fighting, Jace moved smoothly throughout the kitchen. Never knocking anything over, or burning himself, or stopping to make sure he had added the right thing into the pan. You were a little jealous.

“Go sit at the table.” Jace said

Twenty minutes later he brought over a tray of food. You felt a bit like royalty in that moment.

The food looked amazing, you had believed him when he said he could cook and bake but you were very pleasantly surprised.

If it looked amazing, it certainly smelled even better.

The tray was full of the kind of food you’d see in a movie. There was a mixture of fruits, fluffy pancakes, a little cup full of syrup, another of chocolate chips. It even had a little cup full of your favorite candy. There was chocolate syrup in another cup.

Jace leaned over you with a whipped cream can in hand and made a little swirl on top of your pancakes. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as well.

You looked up at him, jaw dropped. He only smirked in return, validated by your expression.

“Wow, Jace, this is…amazing.” You said for a lack of a better word.

“I told you.” He said

He took a couple of the mixed fruits from your plate and popped them into his mouth.

You raised an eyebrow at him, but he only took another, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“Now,” He pushed the tray towards you, “try it so you can tell me more about how jaw dropping I am.”

“I did not say jaw dropping.” You said

His smirk was still ever so present, “You didn’t have to, darling.”

You cast one more glare towards him before adding what you wanted to your pancakes and taking a bite.

It was really good.

You couldn’t help but moan in delight.

“I take it I am as good as I know I am.” Jace said

“I admit, this is really fantastic.” You said

“Fantastic, hm? I like that.” He said, “Since I made it I suppose it’s only fair if I try it, right?”

You shrugged, he had made a lot of food.

You expected him to take the fork and dig into the pancakes, not to pull you into his lap and kiss you.

He swallowed your gasp of surprise, passionately kissing you until you couldn’t remember the taste of the food.

When he pulled back, you were confused.

He looked at you in thought before saying, “My food is fantastic.”

But the look in his eyes told you he didn’t care at all for the food.

His hands that rested on your hips pulled your lips back to his.

The leftovers from breakfast were put in the fridge for later.

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edited on 05/16/2024

Cold Grounds|Fleur Delacour

Fleur Delacour Masterlist

Word Count: 2,136

Genre: Fluff | (kinda) Hurt/comfort | love confession | friends to lovers

Pairing: Fleur Delacour x Female!Reader

Summary: When you and Fleur visit Hogwarts for the Tri-Wizard tournament, feelings are revealed.

Warning(s): Anxiety, feelings of expectation.

Notes:

Reader is American and French

Reader attends Beauxbatons

Reader is Bilingual (French and English)

A lot of the information I used for Beauxbatons was found on “Hogwarts is Here” by Adelaide Dubois, the majority information is not canon

Key:

Normal means they’re speaking in French

Italic means they’re speaking in English

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It wasn’t a surprise that when you found Fleur she was surrounded by a group of people. Men and women admired and lusted for her, and you couldn’t help but share their feelings. But you could also say that your feelings stemmed from years of friendship.

Fleur's eyes lit up when they saw you. She descended quickly from the front steps of the Chateau that is Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Darling, it has been too long since I've last heard from you! How was the rest of your break? You must tell me everything!” Fleur looped her arm through yours, practically dragging you up the stairs.

“Boring for the most part. My family wanted to try camping while we were with my cousins in America. It didn't go too well.” You shrugged

“Tell me you didn’t camp the muggle way.” Fleur scrunched up her nose in distaste.

Your smile was enough to tell her that her fears were correct.

“I do not understand why muggles would do that for fun. From what you wrote to me in your letter, muggle camping is very...cramped..” Fleur said

You shrugged, “It can be.” You turned to look at her better, “But there are some good parts too. Maybe i’ll take you some time.”

Her eyes shone, her smile pleasant, “I would like that.”

Before you could voice your surprise, one of Fleur's roommates ran up to us, “Fleur! We must hurry, Madame Maxine has said that there will be a big announcement after dinner!” She said

Fleur looked at you with curiosity shining in her eyes, “What do you think it is?”

You shrugged once again in response.

Fleur, motivated by this new found information, dragged you up through the Chateau doors into the welcoming hall. Her group of admirers following after silently.

She kept you on her arm the entire time.

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You sat at Fleur's right hand side at one of the long banquet tables in the Grand Ballroom. Silently, trying to soak in the ambience since you were only to dine here for special occasions.

The tables looked especially beautiful, glimmering under the light and wonderful food being spread down the tables. Marble floors and glass chandeliers that illuminated the Baroque art on the ceilings.

Wooden nymphs danced around us while others chatted with the students.

The marvelous tables were only filled with appetizers and other light foods, as we waited for the first years to get back from their tour of the large grounds.

First years were to be sat among the three houses with the other first years, while all the other years could choose to sit wherever they wanted. But only for the first night. It is believed that this encourages first years to make friends with the people whom they will spend most of the year with.

Finally, the eleven year olds walked through the big doors. Many of them marveled at the sight of the Grand Ballroom. You smiled to yourself, remembering your first time seeing it.

Madame Maxine rose from the marble table littered with gold accents that sat her and the rest of the staff.

Everyone immediately went silent.

Madame Maxine stood to address the crowd, or more specifically the first years.

“Welcome! I am Madam Maxine, headmistress of Beauxbatons, the French school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Our school has housed and pampered many famous witches and wizards. Such as the magnificent Nicolas Flamel, inventor of the Sorcerers Stone.” The ballroom erupted in cheers.

After a few moments Madame Maxine lifted her hands to stop the applause, “I speak for all of my comrades and our students when I say that we hope you find the next seven years among us to be enlightening and gratifying as you all learn to take your place in our wizarding world!” More cheers erupted.

Madame Maxine took a good look at the first years before continuing her speech, “Now, don't be intimidated. For the sorting, each one of you will get an arrow with your name engraved into it. The bow is enchanted to make shooting your arrow, to be as swift as the flowing waters in our fountains.”

“Beauxbatons has three grand houses. Now your house is how we will split our great school into smaller, more manageable groups, but we greatly encourage you to make friends outside of your houses as well.” She paused, smiling at the older students before turning back to the first years. “The first house is Ombrelune. If you are to be placed in Ombrelune the arrow will erupt into the color blue. Ombrelune takes in people who are ambitious and logical.” She took a step forward, “The second house is called Papillonlisse, if you are meant for this great house your arrow will explode into a cloud of purple. Papillonlisse houses students who are mature and kind, and typically have some sort of artistic ability.” Our headmaster took a deep breath before finishing her speech, “Finally, is the house of Bellefeuille. This house is represented by the color green. This part of our school houses those who are brave and loyal. Whatever house you are placed in will be an honor. So if you do not get the house you are hoping for, know that you will still grow into the person who you are meant to be.”

The great ballroom erupted into loud cheers. Madame Maxine looked very pleased at the enthusiasm from her students.

“And one last thing, if you are colorblind, you mustn’t worry, just look on the side of the bow for the name of your house.” She waited another moment for another round of cheers.

“Now let us watch as the next generation of Beauxbatons is placed amongst our great school!” Madame Maxine shouted over the cheers.

She reached for a delicate looking pillow, laying atop was the bow all students used to sort them into their house. With a wave of her hand a magnificent chest appeared. The lock held the Beauxbatons coat of arms and the chest was made from oak wood with gold accents and diamonds and other jewels decorating it. With another wave of the headmistress's hand the chest opened revealing an overwhelming amount of arrows.

Madame Maxine reached her hand inside and picked out an arrow. She looked on the side of the arrow to read the name engraved into it.

“Eléonore Blanchard!” The tall woman bellowed out.

Everyone waited a few moments before a dark skinned girl with curly hair emerged from the crowd and walked timidly up to Madame Maxine.

The headmistress walked closer to Eléonore and patted her shoulder encouragingly, before placing the bow and arrow into the young girl's hands. The headmistress walked back over to the chest of arrows and waited patiently.

Eléonore took a breath, raised the arrow, and let it fly.

The arrow burst purple.

The students of Papillonlisse cheered for their new member.

The wood nymphs danced around Eléonore and guided her towards the table that was magically glowing purple.

She looked relieved to finally be sat down.

Madame Maxine clapped politely, then pulled out another arrow from the chest that was floating midair so that she didn’t have to bend to reach.

She examined the arrow, “Antoinette Laine!”

A girl with light red hair and fair skin scurried excitedly up to Madame Maxine.

She took the bow and arrow with confidence.

The arrow burst green.

“Bellefeuille!” Madame Maxine clapped politely.

The red head danced with the nymphs as they led her towards the table that glowed green.

When Antoinette sat, she looked over at Eléonore and grinned, waving excitedly. Eléonore smiled in return.

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 After the sorting was over, the students looked expectantly at their headmistress, wondering what the secret news was.

Madame Maxine looked at her students and smiled, “I'm sure you have heard from your guardians or friends that this school year will be different from the rest. I am pleased to tell you that this year Beauxbatons will compete in the Triwizard Tournament.”

The students all turned to the students next to them beginning to talk In confused whispers.

“I am sure that the majority of you are curious as to what that is...” Madame Maxine proceeded to explain the triwizard tournament.

Many students were on the edge of their seats, clearly interested in the Triwizard tournament. Fleur was one of them, you quickly noticed.

However, when the age limit was announced many of these students deflated.

Fleur turned to you quickly, her eyes shining in excitement. You knew she was going to enter, and that made your stomach twist.

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Fleur ranted about the tournament all throughout dinner. You didn’t comment, but tried to offer encouraging smiles.

Once dinner was over, Fleur kissed you swiftly on both cheeks before rushing out. A group of girls followed after her.

You took that as your time to leave and go back to your dorm. Hoping to sleep off everything.

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Months had passed, finally you were on your way to Hogwarts. One of the other schools that Beauxbatons would be competing against. Hogwarts was to be your “home away from” for the majority of the rest of the school year.

Fleur was shaking with excitement as you walked out of the enchanted carriage.

She grabbed your hand and grinned at you.

Maybe this tournament wouldn’t be so bad.

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The second task was tomorrow. You were anxious and you weren’t even competing. Fleur insisted that she was ready but you could tell she was anxious as well.

So, you did the first thing you thought of. A walk by the Black Lake. This is where the next task would be held. You thought that maybe, seeing it before would help ease the nerves.

You were kicking yourself now.

Fleur took a good look at the lake. She turned to you, looking like she wanted to say something, then turned back towards the lake.

“What is it Fleur?” You asked patiently.

“I-Well…” You had been helping her with her English since the tournament was announced. “I’m worried I won’t perform well…”

“You’ll do good. I’ve seen you studying, practicing, working hard to represent Beauxbatons in the way it deserves.” You answered

“But what if my best isn’t great…” she mumbled, but you heard

“Your best will always be good enough, Fleur. To the people that truly care about you, it will always be good enough.” You took her hand in both of yours, urging her to believe you.

She looked at you assessingly. Finally, she whispered, “If I place..last-tomorrow, will you still care for me?” You were shocked by the question.

“Of course, Fleur, of course!” You tried to hide the fact you were a little hurt she thought you wouldn’t.

“Everyone expects me to place. I mean Hogwarts has a fourteen year old competing along with their of age student. I need to be great.” She said

“You’re a very intelligent woman, Fleur. With a heart of diamonds and a personality to match it. No matter how you perform during this tournament, that will not change.”

She looked at you for a few moments before leaning in. The hand that was not in yours caressed your cheek. She looked at you with such intensity you shivered.

“Promise me. Promise me that if I do not do well in this tournament, you will still be my friend.” She whispered, the raw emotion of fear and vulnerability in her voice as her she begged in her mother tongue.

“I promise.” You breathed out, completely consumed by the energy that is Fleur Delacour.

Her breath hitched, and she cast a glimpse at your lips, “I never really liked the cold you know.” She muttered, “I had imagined us next to Flamels fountain, not these..cold grounds. But I simply cannot wait any longer.”

You looked at her lips, your eyes so pathetically begging her to kiss you, you wouldn’t breath, you couldn’t breath, until she kissed you.

Fleur took in a breath, “Let me kiss you.” She said in a mixture of begging and demand.

You nodded softly, and she complied.

She was an excellent kisser, no surprise there. She used both of her hands to caress your face, keeping you close.

You moved your hands from your lap, one going to Fleur's face to brush away the locks of her hair, and the other going to her waist.

She pulled back after what felt like a long time, and looked at you with eyes full of love, and..

You realized with a start she had tears in her eyes.

You cupped her cheek in panic, “What is it?” You begged

“I think…I love you..” She said

Your stomach erupted with butterflies.

“I love you too, Fleur. So much!” You said in a hurry

She could only stare at you with happiness and love in her eyes.

Who knew your love would bloom on cold grounds.

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Clary Fairchild Masterlist

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Red Head vs Demon

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

Hot Summer Days and Lakes

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

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A Day to Remember | Gwen Stacy

Gwen Stacy Masterlist

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: fluff | established relationship

Pairings: Gwen Stacy x gf!reader

Summary: A winter day with the blonde you love.

Warnings: Food, large crowds

Characters mentioned: Peter Parker

Good to know/notes:

no homophobia

Gwen and Peter never had a romantic past

no labels for Gwen or Readers sexuality

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New York City was especially beautiful during winter. The number of tourists skyrocketed only proved that.

You’ve lived in New York City long enough to tell the difference between residents and visitors.

Currently, It’s mid-december. The streets are covered in white powdery snow with hundreds of bundled up figures walking here and there.

You were sitting inside a cafe. Your favorite drink in front of you as you waited for your girlfriend to walk through the cafe doors.

Soon enough, the blonde emerged from the cold streets. She was no exception to all the other pedestrians walking the streets. She was bundled up quite nicely. But she still looked exceptionally beautiful.

Not a surprise to you, of course. 

The blonde's eyes observed the cafe looking for someone. When her eyes landed on you she smiled. A smile you couldn’t help but mirror, feeling like a love-sick idiot. 

“I really thought we were gonna be snowed in this morning.” She said coming up to you

“Well I suppose I'm lucky we weren’t.” You say standing up to properly greet your girlfriend. She gave you a quick kiss on your lips before beginning to unzip her heavy coat. You sat down and watched her, mesmerized by her entire being. 

“The wait to get a cab was a nightmare, though. I think my fingers are gonna fall off soon.” Gwen pulled her hands out of her gloves but they were indeed red with chill. 

You frowned, reaching over and engulfing her hands with your own in an attempt to warm them up. She watched you with a smile before she leaned in for a more passionate kiss. 

“Do you still want to go ice skating later?” You ask, threading your fingers through hers and resting them on your lap. 

She nodded, “I’ve been looking forward to it all week. I’m not gonna bail out now because of the cold. Besides, I have you to keep me warm.” 

You huff out a laugh, unlacing one of your hands to take a sip of your drink as one of the waitresses comes up and asks Gwen for her order. 

“Yes, Hi. I’ll just have a hot chocolate and a chocolate chip croissant, please.” She asked the waitress, watching as the waitress scribbled down her order

“You don’t want to try something different?” You ask after the waitress left

She glanced at your cup, “I could ask you the same.” She raised an eyebrow

“Nothing wrong with tradition.” You say 

“Agreed.” The blonde replies

“Did you see Spider-man on your way here?” You laugh a little taking another sip of your drink

Gwen laughed as well, “I’m sorry to say I didn’t. Not to worry, I'm sure he’ll show up sometime soon.” 

The two of you were well aware of the identity of Spider-man, considering the amount of romantic dates he interrupted with his need for medical assistance. You adore Peter, truly, he’s one of your best friends, but you also adore spending time with your girlfriend, un-interrupted.

“Here you are.” The waitress set Gwens order down in front of her. 

“Thank you.” Gwen mumbled as the waitress walked away

“It looks like a Christmas Card out there.” You comment looking out the window

Gwen nodded after taking a bite of her croissant. 

“I still need to get some gifts for my brothers while we’re out.” Gwen commented and you nodded.

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Walking hand-in-hand with your girlfriend while walking down main street was certainly a memory to last. Pointing out all the Spider-man merchandise (and buying quite a bit) while laughing and speculating what Peter's reaction to them would be. Walking through the stores with Christmas music playing while looking at the toys and the ornaments. You felt that this holiday season was going to be one to look back on for many years. 

“Look at this!” Gwen squealed, turning around with an ornament in her hand.

The ornament in question was one of the good old Spidey caught in a Christmas tree. 

“I’m buying this.” Gwen said excitedly, walking towards the cashier 

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Gwen, unsurprisingly, was quite skilled at ice skating. She stepped onto the ice with a state of grace only she seemed to possess.

“Just put one foot in front of the other…there you go! Now step…and slide. Amazing! You’re doing wonderful, my love!” She praised you, watching as you got the hang of it.

The ice arena you were skating on was outside with beautiful scenery. Many couples could be seen, hand in hand, tripping over their feet and falling. Your heart warmed, happy to be able to experience other people's joys as well as your own.

“What are you smiling about?” You hadn’t realized she had been watching you until you had heard her voice. Her eyes were filled with adoration, something you were sure reflected in your own.

“I’m happy.” You answered honestly. You’ve always enjoyed winter, but these past few years being able to experience them with Gwen was…something out of a story book.

You looked down at your feet suddenly caught up in your movements disrupting your rhythm. You chuckled a little to yourself. Squeezing Gwen’s hand tighter when you thought you might fall.

“I’m happy too.” You didn’t have to look at her to know she was telling the truth. Gwen was a decent liar, you’d seen her do it enough times to say that with confidence. But, sometimes, her voice or her eyes gave her away. You loved being able to read her. It felt safe. Knowing that she could read you as well. Even if one of you had lied the other knew the majority of the time, so lying wasn’t something that occurred often in your relationship.

“We should convince Peter to do the tree lighting ceremony.” You commented suddenly. Peter- or Spider-man you should say had been offered to light the tree in Central Park. He hadn’t given them a definite answer, not sure if he should. You and Gwen had said it would be a fantastic idea but he wasn’t so convinced. But if Gwen truly wanted to convince him you knew she could.

“We should.” Gwen agreed, smiling

You smiled back, at peace, with your life. The majority of your life you always wanted something to be different. And sure there were things that you still wished to change. But, right now, those things didn’t matter. Not right now. Not when Gwen’s hand held yours, not too tightly, embracing your fingers in warmth that was underlined with love. Today was a good day, you decided.Today wasn’t a day that you would never look back on, a day that you felt like you were simply a being in something bigger. No, today you felt like today was meant to be a good day. That you were something bigger than an everyday citizen, even though you didn’t have any powers like Peter, or a wicked brain like Gwen’s. Today is a good day.

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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.