#moony’s christmas celebration

[the-iceni-bitch]

Mɪss Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!

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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.

When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.

Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.

“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”

“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”

“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”

“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”

“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”

“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”

“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”

“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”

“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”

You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.

His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.

When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.

“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.

“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”

“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”

You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.

He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.

There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.

Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.

He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”

“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.

It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.

“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”

“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”

“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”

You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.

Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.

“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”

Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.

His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.

When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”

“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.

It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.

Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.

“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”

“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.

“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”

“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”

“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”

“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”

“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”

The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.

“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.

“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.

#natalie writes #holiday fic #ari levinson #football player!ari levinson #popstar fem!reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson smut #female reader #chris evans #chris evans character x reader #chris evans characters #chris evans smut #chris evans character #swiftie coded #miss americana and the heartbreak prince

[talesof-old]

sleeping in | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x reader

warning(s): none really, brown!james (no specified ethnicity, just that he has darker skin), fluff, not my best work but i’m trying to get back into writing more frequently

word count: 623

masterlist

holiday corner series

sleepy, snowy mornings with james potter

You came to slowly, fighting your body’s natural urge to wake. Sunlight shone in through the windows, bright and blinding as it reflected off the fresh fallen snow. Christmas was just days away, and the celebrations were to be held at your’s and James’ place. Piles of unhung garland filled your living room, last minute decorations you’d forgotten to put up nearly a month ago.

You shifted in bed. Pressed against your back, James was a human furnace unwilling to be parted from you. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around your waist and used to keep your body flush to his. You smiled. In sleep, he looked so peaceful. Nightmares rarely plagued him, instead leaving his face still and calm all throughout the night. Despite yourself, you raised a hand and brushed a haphazard curl off of his forehead. His eyelids twitched, lips pursing in a small pout that sent your heart singing.

Dark eyelashes fluttered over unblemished brown cheeks. You turned in his embrace, nuzzling into the crook of his neck while pressing kisses to the exposed, warm skin. James sighed, arm tightening around your form, squeezing you to him.

“Morning.” It was a soft murmur spoken against your temple, the syllables slurred and heavy with sleep. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone. James responded with a kiss to your temple, then resting his cheek against your head. The edge of his jaw dug into your scalp but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

His warmth cocooned you, lulling you into a half asleep state of being, malleable and limp in his arms.

“It’s snowing.” You blinked, pulling your head out of the safety of his neck to face him. A lazy grin was plastered on his face, doe eyes half lidded as he regarded you. Moments passed, eyes clearing as you continued to stare at him, body tingly with adoration.

“Mmm. I know. Checked the weather last night.” He huffed dramatically, rolling over and pulling you with him.

You yelped as the blankets shifted, exposing slivers of your right side to the freezing air. Goosebumps lined your flesh, biting as James chuckled beneath you.

“You’re evil, James Potter.” He reached around you and righted the blankets, patting them down to make sure you were completely covered.

“Me? Evil? Never.” You huffed and laid your head on his chest, staring out the window to gaze at snow covered evergreens. The two of you stayed there, suspended in the quiet, limbs tangled together as the seconds turned to minutes.

Your eyelids fluttered shut.

By the time you woke up again, it was to the sound of a kettle whistling. You whined a little as you emerged from your warm cocoon, reaching to slip on a pair of thick wool socks and padding through the house. A fresh start, James had said, after everything. Neither of you wanted to stay in his late parents’ house, but you didn’t want anything big to look after either. A small cottage in the countryside was perfect.

He caught sight of you as you entered the kitchen, all messy hair and haphazard clothing. You smiled as he offered you a mug of coffee with a fond expression, pouring tea for himself. He set the kettle down on an unused eye. Wrapping your hands around the warm mug, you leaned against the kitchen counter and cast an apprehensive look towards the garlands.

“Think we’ll be able to handle that today?”

James saddled up to your side, one arm slung around your hips. Even out of bed, he radiated heat. You leaned into him.

“Shouldn’t be too hard, yeah? We’ll make quick work of it.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“If not, I’ll just get Padfoot and Moony to do it.”

-

i’m trying to keep these short because otherwise i put off doing them

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter drabble #james potter fluff #marauders x reader #marauders #marauders era

[george-weasleys-girl]

YULE TIDE REQUEST COMING IN HOT BC ITS COLD

Could you write something where the Weasleys are heading to spend Christmas at the order after Mr Weasleys attack (so could be a bit angsty to start), and on their arrival they find Y/N there with Sirus, her Dad and her Uncle Moony, telling her and the trio how they set up the old order back in the day and reader talks about setting up a new one, but the twins (Fred is her bf) didn't know who her family was as she kept it secret, all these years, even more so as Lupin teaches them all Defence Against The Dark Arts. Maybe a bit of akwardness at first when she explains why she couldn't tell them (rumours going around the magic world etc), but cute fluff after when they continue discussing the order, open presents etc. I need cute fluff 🥰

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Fancy Meeting You Here

I goofed and posted this early.🤦‍♀️My only other option was to delete it. So, here it is. Merry Really, Early Christmas! 🎁

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

"It seems there was some rather unusual kind of poison in that snake’s fangs that keep wounds open," Arthur had explained. "They’re sure they’ll find an antidote. Though, they say they’ve had much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime, I just have to keep taking a Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour."

It was touch and go for a while, but you'd never know it talking to the Weasley patriarch. Despite excruciating pain and losing half his body weight in blood every day, Arthur had remained in high spirits throughout the whole ordeal.

Fred wished he could say the same for himself. Oh sure, he played it off well enough, making jokes and being silly, but truthfully, it had scared him. The knowledge that his dad could've died had shaken him to his very core, and he had no idea how to handle that.

He was certain things would've been better if his girlfriend was by his side. But, sadly, her parents had insisted she come home for the holidays, leaving him to muddle through on his own.

~•~

"Y/N!" Fred ran toward, picking her up in his arms and twirling her around. "I can't believe you're here!" He exclaimed before a confused look settled on his face. "Wait... why are you here?"

His girlfriend gave him a sheepish grin. "There's something I need to tell you."

Fred sat back, stunned. "Sirius is your dad?"

"Sirius Black?" George echoed.

"Yes, Sirius Black is my father." Y/N confirmed.

"But, how?" Fred blistered.

"Well, you see, when a man and a woman - " George began.

"Shut up, George," Fred cut his eyes over at his twin. "I know how," he looked back at Y/N. "But, you know... how?"

Y/N had to stifle a grin. "It's a long story, but suffice it to say, my mum isn't in the picture. My Uncle Mooney took care of me while dad was in Azkaban."

"Wow... " George marveled.

"Why did you tell me?" Fred asked.

"I had to keep it secret. Dad's on the run. Death Eaters are everywhere, and we're starting the Order back up."

"The order?" Her boyfriend looked excited at the prospect. "The Order of the Phoenix?"

"Yep," she confirmed. "With Death Eaters crawling out of the woodwork again, not to mention the possibility that Voldy could come back if he hasn't already, they thought it be a good idea to revive it. And Grimmauld Place will be the headquarters this time around."

"Wicked," Fred replied. "So, my girlfriend is in league with infamous Order of the Phoenix."

Y/N laughed. "I don't know if I'd go so far as to say that. But, yeah, kinda."

"Well," George clapped his hands on his lap and stood. "That's all I need to know right now to know this is going to be an awesome Christmas." He looked at Y/N. "Just a suggestion. You might wanna wait until Harry gets here to get into the fine details. That way, you don't have to tell it twice."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, good idea."

George grinned. "Well, I'm gonna go find something to eat and let you two catch up."

Once George was gone, Y/N scooted closer to Fred. "I'm glad we get to spend Christmas together after all."

"Me too," he smiled. "It's been a rough couple of weeks."

"I'm really glad to see you're dad's doing better. I was really worried about him."

"So, was I," Fred admitted, his cheeks growing hot. "I - I really missed you being there with me."

Y/N smiled, pretending she didn't notice the lovely blush rise up across his cheeks and pulled him closer. "Well, I'm here with you now."

"I'm glad," Fred gave a small grin and looked down, trying to hide the stubborn crimson that'd taken up residence on his face.

"But, you know," Y/N continued. "You're failing in your duties as a good boyfriend."

"What?" Fred looked up, eyes wide.

"You've been here for a whole half hour, and you haven't kissed me once."

"Oh dear, you're right," he sat up straight, and his usual, confident cockiness came roaring back. "I must do something about that immediately."

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @thatonepersonwhocantwrite @charmedfandomgal @loveosewood @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman

#fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #hp fandom #hp universe

[book-place]

Presents

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: James Potter x daughter reader, Lily Potter x daughter reader, Harry Potter x sister reader, Sirius Black- Lupin x reader platonic, Remus Lupin- Black x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Your godfathers come over to celebrate Christmas

A/N: Welcome to the bonus day of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Happy Christmas!” Sirius cheered, practically kicking the door in as he stumbled into the living room with presents piled up in his arms.

“Happy Christmas!” You and Harry echoed back in sync, both jumping up to help your godfather put the gifts under the tree.

Once that was done, Remus came up from behind and gave you both a large hug, causing laughter to bubble up in your chests.

“Moony! Pads!” James squealed excitedly, rushing into the room like a little kid and tackling the black haired man in a hug.

Lily walked calmly into the room after him, shaking her head slightly as a small smile of amusement played at her lips, “We just saw them a week ago, James”. She teased her husband.

Your father dramatically wiped an imaginary tear away from his face at her words, “It was an eternity, my Lily Flower.”

You and your twin brother chuckled at their antics before Sirius bent down to your heights with a wide grin, “And how are my two favorite nine year old Potter twins doing?”

Both of you burst into a fit of giggles at his words, holding onto your stomachs as you doubled over.

“We’re the only nine year old Potter twins, Uncle Pads!” Harry managed to wheeze out in between spurts of laughter.

He frowned in mock confusion, “Is that so?”

When you both vigorously nodded your heads up and down, he stood up straight and ruffled the tops of your hair with a chuckle.

“It was so nice for the two of you to come,” Lily beamed, pulling Remus in for a gentle embrace.

“Thanks for having us,” The man replied before throwing a playful glance over his shoulder to his husband, “Though, I do suppose Sirius would have cried if we hadn’t come.”

“It’s true.” Said man sniffed loudly in return.

“Come on, now!” James whined like a child, “I want to open presents!”

“Presents!” You and Harry squealed, pushing each other out of the way as you tried to scramble over to where the tree sat in the center of the room.

The adults chuckled at your antics and trailed behind you, chatting happily amongst themselves as you and your brother bounced up and down in front of the tree impatiently.

“Hurry up!” Harry complained, throwing his head back with a groan.

“Now…” James said slowly, teasing the both of you, “Should us grown ups go first?”

“No!” You both shouted in horror, eyes going wide as saucers.

“Okay, okay,” Sirius laughed, bending down and picking up two wrapped gifts before handing one to each of you, “Happy Christmas, guys.”

You both couldn’t even respond as you eagerly teared off the paper.

Harry held a ‘Day at the Races’ record album by Queen and you held the album, ‘A Night at the Opera’ by them.

Your uncle held a finger in between the two of you sternly, “Some of the best music you’ll ever listen to.” He promised.

“What do you say?” Lily scolded lightly as the two of you got too caught up looking at the list of songs written on the back.

“Thank you, Uncle Pads!” You both cheered, leaping forward and throwing your arms around his neck.

He caught you both with ease and spun you around, emitting a gleeful laugh from your lips.

“My turn?” James begged, turning to your mother with pleading eyes.

“Let your kids have some fun,” She chuckled at his words, playfully swatting his shoulder.

“Here you go,” Remus laughed lightly, handing you his gift.

You gasped as you opened the bag and saw about thirty different pieces of ten different types of chocolate.

“Thank you, Uncle Moony!” You both chirped with wide grins.

“Well, you know what I always say-“ He sunk back into the cushions of the couch.

“Chocolate is good for you!” Both of you chorused back one of Remus’s most memorable sayings.

Everyone around the room laughed and James turned expectantly to his wife once more, “Can I please open presents now?”

My Little Bit of Magic 🧙- @your-local-questioning-agender @its-hell @i-writes-things

#book places christmas event #platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marauders x reader platonic #james potter x daughter reader #lily potter x daughter reader #harry potter x sister reader #sirius black x reader platonic #remus lupin x reader platonic

[n0blefl0wer]

Words cannot describe how much I love Jewish!Remus. It’s the representation I didn’t have growing up.

But I also grew up in an interfaith house. My mom is Jewish and my dads catholic. So What I crave even more is an interfaith(ish) Wolfstar household.

I want a grand Christmas tree in the entryway and a family heirloom menorah in the window.

I want to see Sirius learning how to make hamentashen. Sirius getting REALLY into Purim (“MOONY! you mean to tell me I’m eating a man’s ear??!?).

Sirius running back and forth from the store because “what do you mean there’s a whole separate kosher for pesach?”

Remus being absolutely baffled by the concept of an Easter bunny

Remus still confused after 15 years as to why wizards even celebrate Christian holidays

Remus sprinkling Yiddish into everyday conversation to the point that it starts to rub off on Sirius.

Sirius singing Jingle Bells with their kids and Remus adding “you know this was written by a jew”

Remus starting to gossip and adding “not to lashon harah, though” and Sirius smiling, knowing it’s about to be the juiciest information he’ll hear all week

Remus loving Christmas decor

Remus complaining about having to schlep all the way home after a full moon

Wolfstar eating all of the gelt before they can play dreidel, so they use left over Christmas candy

#marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #sirius black #Wolfstar #remus lupin #jewish remus lupin #jewish marauders #marauders headcanon #wolfstar headcanon #domestic wolfstar

[bittersweetresilience]

sunny's year half year in review

because i am all about that self celebration 👏

achievements

🏅 joined a fandom 🏅 got married (🌖) 🏅 made friends (🏮🌺🌋🍜🍀🕊️🦌🧬💤🦎🦭☄️✍️🪨🪶🦚💝🎞️🪄🍞) 🏅 learned new things (📸🪡📑) 🏅 sunnyscrambles

creations

an ongoing amélie dissertation in sentitwin soulmate au. next chapter will be posted on new year's day and will feature art from @moonieratty!

félix and amélie webweaves. my favorites that i've made! all literature is from my graham de vanily reading lists.

ladynoir amv. so many episodes in this. my storage space...

multifandom webweave. the first one i made and still very important to me!

i entered a feverish haze after @nemaliwrites's remixes introduced me to a softer world and the result was Feelings.

my favorite fic i wrote this year. mind the trigger warnings.

recommendations

running in the shadow

i cannot describe how much this fic means to me. i left hundreds of messages during my liveread and i wept all through my comment and my reblog and still it's not nearly enough. it's one of my favorite gifts, one of my favorite fics, and one of my favorite works of art i've ever seen. thank you to @wackus-bonkus-maximus for being a role model, an inspiration, and my first fandom friend.

i love you (for senti-mental reasons)

as the head of the as time goes by pr team, i would be remiss not to recommend something from this series! félix in this universe makes me turn into dynamite. second recommendation is betcha on land (they understand). i'm a big fan of @redundant-lava, you see.

i know there's been pain this year (but it's time to let it go)

what's there not to like about @ninadove's sentitwins? her christmas fic blew me away. i love her creative costume designs, her references to classics and video games, and her accompanying fic art. honorable mentions to la nuit, tous les chats sont gris and everything i did (i did for you).

bon voyage

one of the original highlights of my summer. the dream sequence in chapter four blew my mind. the way this fic was planned to end drives me nuts in the best way.

bell the cat

the single most amazing fantasy au i've read. i'm regularly awed by how incredible it is, and awed by @heartfulselkie's writing, art, and person in general. if i learned how to bind books, this would be at the top of my list. i keep saying it because it's true.

thirteen

our monthly dosage of pain, exquisite backstory exploration, and gorgeous @anna-scribbles prose. i'm always a sucker for pre-canon and this is The fic for adrien pre-canon fans. christmas félix will make me explode.

a rose by any other name

i love everything @asukiess makes but shoutout to loveybug au for being such a fun and creative time for the lovesquare fandom. this fic also comes with the loveyvelours art of all time. the other day i started thinking about kuro neko unprompted. autumn is in my brain...

phoenix félix

this isn't a fic, but i'll never miss a chance to scream about art by @luckychatons. phoenix félix is immortalized in my discord profile picture. i'm blessed to receive secret félix doodles and catsona designs on the down low!

moonie

just scroll through their entire art account. everything they make is an eye feast, and they haven't even posted the half of it. my partner and creative inspiration. the moon to my sun. buy them a coffee for always supporting dead girls club.

#🌃 #all of the friends... all of them #decipher my emoji game and win a prize #miraculous ladybug #mostly #no need to interact with this post if you were tagged i just want you to know i genuinely adore your work and wish to #shout it off the rooftops at all times #my self indulgent post turned into a friend gushing post which i think is a pretty accurate yearly summary 🤣

[up-to-some-good]

Your Mother's Eyes

By the time Harry was 11 years old, he'd heard it what felt like a million times.

"You look just like your father, but you have your mother's eyes."

Everyone seemed to say it, from his parents' old friends to random people in the street who'd come to shake his hand. The only people who hadn't said it were his guardians.

He knew they thought it. He saw it sometimes in their eyes. Every time he called Padfoot to play quidditch in the backyard or schemed to play a prank on someone with Moony, their eyes would gloss over for a second and he could almost hear them thinking it.

It was true, too. His skin was the same dark shade as his father's. Their faces were the same shape and their hair was messy in the same way. His eyes were the exact green of his mother, shaded by long eyelashes just like hers.

He looked just like his father, but with his mother's eyes. And he was tired of hearing it.

Which is probably why he stormed out of Ollivander's the second the old man compared him to them, running to some a hidden corner of Diagon Alley where he could sink to the floor and hide his face for a few minutes.

His peace and quiet didn't last for long. Heavy footsteps made their way towards him, getting louder until his guardians were close enough to settle on the floor on either side of him. They didn't talk for a small while, just sitting there and giving him a moment before confronting the situation.

"You wanna tell us why you ran off like that?" Sirius asked quietly.

Harry grumbled in response, muffling his words as her buried his face in his knees.

"Can you try again, Harry?" Remus asked. "We can't help if we don't know what's wrong."

"I'm sick of being compared to them." Harry lifted his head up and stared resolutely at the wall. "It's all I ever hear. I look like my dad, but with my mom's eyes. I know! It's what everyone says and I know you two see it too! But sometimes I want to hear something else."

Sirius wrapped an arm around him, offering some comfort while he tried to think of something to say. Remus, however, took no pause before responding.

"I don't see that at all, Haz," he offered. "If anything, I'd say you look like Lily, but have James's eyes."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," Remus continued. "Your facial expressions are all Lily. The way that you smile and laugh always remind me of her, especially when you try to get me to cause mischief with you. She used to try and drag me into pranking your father, before they got together, and you look just like her sometimes.

But your eyes? That's all James. Lily's colour, sure, but the way you never seem to know which eye too look at when making eye contact, flicking your eyes back and forth, James always did that. The fact that you're useless without your glasses, that's him too."

"What if I don't want to be just a reminder of them?" Harry asked quietly.

"You've never been that, Harry," Sirius came in. "Yes, you do remind people of your parents, but that's not all you are. Your grumpiness in the morning until you've had at least two cups of coffee, even at age eleven, is uniquely you. The way you can catch a snitch before I've even seen it but can't ever find a matching sock. The way you forget to fold your shirts and keep begging us to get a kitten and sing so loudly in the shower. You're your own person, Harry, and we see it every day."

"And we all remind each other of other people," Remus added. "When Pads is making my wolfsbane every month, he gets the same focused look that Regulus used to get when he was tutoring me."

"And Moony always makes me think of Dorcas, the way they could curl up with books in some corner of the castle, and not reappear for hours at a time."

"The way Sirius cooks is all Effie Potter: chaos followed by a delicious meal."

"Our Christmas celebrations are from Hope Lupin, from decorating the tree by hand to opening the gifts before coffee."

Harry was starting to smile as they continued, uncurling himself and leaning into Sirius's embrace.

"You remind us of each other too, you know," Remus continued. "Your morning routine comes from Pads, down to the way you brush your teeth in the shower."

"And your love for knitted jumpers is from Moony, though we all know that."

Sirius tugged gently to Remus's oversized sweater before gesturing to Harry's. The pair were even in matching Gryffindor colours today.

"The point is, Harry, that we are all made up of other people, from our parents' genetics to habits we picked up from the people in our lives, however long they were there. And sometimes we remind each other of those people, but it doesn't stop us from being ourselves. No one else is that same unique tapestry, only you," Sirius concluded.

"And we love you, Harry, no matter what habits you pick up or who you look like, just for you," Remus added.

"You promise?" Harry's voice croaked a little as he spoke.

"Always."

#remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #wolfstar fic #wolfstar raising harry #hurt/comfort #godfather sirius black #good godfather sirius black #godfather remus lupin #good godfather remus lupin #fix it of sorts

[msvanillalatte]

Christmas isn't the same without you

WOLFSTAR ANGST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

SUMMARY: After "The Prank", Christmas is near, and Sirius wants to truly apologize before leaving to the Potters, but the last thing Remus wants to hear are his apologies.

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Sirius felt dreadful. Every inch of happiness had left his soul since Remus wasn't talking to him. He knew it was his fault, but he still felt like Remus had to listen to him, at least once.

Christmas was near, and after ´The Prank´ that costed all of Sirius's joyness and Remus's confidence on him, he didn't feel like celebrating. At all.

James tried talking to Sirius, to cheer him up at least, but nothing seemed to work. He also tried talking to Remus, but he would refuse to talk about it and changed topics abruptly. It was tiring, and in the end, almost everyones Christmas Spirit was gone.

They were five days appart from the holiday, and every student was leaving Hogwarts to back to their homes. James had asked Sirius and Remus, of course, but the latter declined his offer politely, saying that he didn't feel like going with the full moon coming the 24th. But James knew the actual reason really well. He knew that Remus couldn't even bother to look at Sirius in the eyes without feeling full of rage and anger, after his friend had betrayed him.

Sirius, of course, accepted. Anything was better than going back to his family and getting the usual "family time", which included lots of insults and pain everywhere. And, even if Sirius felt like shit for the last couple of weeks, he couldn't refuse to see the Potters.

Just before leaving Hogwarts, Sirius tried talking to Remus. He wanted more than anything for things to go back to normal, so he acted like everything was alright.

"Hey Moony! How are you?" Sirius said with his usual confident tone. Remus just looked at him dead in the eye without making a sound. And that was the worst thing he could do to Sirius.

"I know you are mad, but please at least talk to me, insult me or even shout at me if you want, anything is better than the silence." Sirius pleaded feeling the most vulnerable ever.

"Don't ´Moony´ me, Sirius." That was all Remus said. And in that moment, all Sirius felt was the lack of friendlyness in Remus's voice. He felt like a complete stranger, like they've never met before.

"Sorry, Remus." It didn't feel right. It sounded distant, and Sirius hated it.

"You know, we could come back here for your transformation if you'd like. We don't want you going through this alone, and even less in Christmas time." Sirius added hoping that Remus would at least think twice before turning down his offer.

"Oh, so that's why you decided to bring fucking Snape to the last full moon, aye? You didn't think that i had enough fucking people around, did you? No thanks, I think I'm better on my own, Black."

That was it. Sirius took the hint and felt incredibly alone without Remus's jokes or laugh. He just wanted his Moony back. He didn't want to be called Black, he just whished to be Padfoot again.

"Remus, I know I really fucked up and I feel like shit every day because of it. I can't sleep, eat, hell, I can't even think straight. It's tiring and I just want us to back to normal. I just want us to be ourselves again. I'm so sorry. I need my friend back."

Remus cringed at the word that Sirius used. He didn't want to be Sirius's friend, he wanted nothing else than to kiss him everywhere, but that wasn't right. Because Sirius had back-stabbed him, and he wasn't supposed to love someone that played with fire, or his feelings.

"I think it's too late for that. Have a nice Christmas." And with that, Remus left. He walked as fast as he could and hid under his covers. He already had Sirius's gift. He had bought him a muggle chocolate and wrote down a few songs that Sirius might like. But that didn't matter anymore, because Sirius wasn't getting any gift from him and neither his attention.

Sirius just saw Remus leave and wished he could go after him and show him how much he cares about him, but he couldn't. He wasn't as brave as James or as smart as Lily or as creative as Remus. He was just Sirius, the one that always fucked things up.

It was time to get in the train, and while James talked to Sirius about quidditch and random stuff trying to get his mind somewhere else more that Remus, Sirius just stared out of space, trying to figure out how Christmas or even life when he came back to Hogwarts, in a few weeks, would be. He wanted to ask James how he always managed to make everyone feel happy and the reason why he couldn't be like him. But no words left his mouth because saying it out loud would mean that something was wrong with him, and even if it was, he didn't want to feel lost. Not again.

When they arrived to the Potters, Effie recieved her son and Sirius with a huge hug, one that he needed. She already had dinner ready and Sirius felt happy, at least for a bit of time. Being with the Potters was home, and he loved that feeling, but something was missing. Remus fucking Lupin.

That night, the only thing Sirius could think about was how Remus was going to spend the full moon alone, and his heart shattered. He wanted to be there for him, even if he hated him. He wanted that more than anything in the world. He wanted to run with the werewolf at night, and in the morning, hug him and tell him that he was beautiful. That he is beautiful, even if he was covered in scars.

During those long nights, all Sirius dreamt about was the moon.

Soon enough, Christmas rolled around and Sirius smiled politely at everyone on the house and thanked everyone for the gifts. He was hoping that one of them would be from Remus, but it never came. He had Remus's gift wraped and ready to send, but he needed to write a letter first. And so he did. He attached the gift with the card onto the Owl's leg and sent it over to Remus. Sirius didn't feel like celebrating, but he still did, hoping that Remus would be doing the same.

Remus had recieved lots of gifts from his friends and even Madam Pomfrey, who had helped him during the full moon. He felt weak, and it was because of his transformation and partly because of his sadness. He wanted to be ok with Sirius again, but it wasn't fair for him. He needed to get over it at his own time, even if it took years. Eventually, he would listen to what the other boy had to say, but he wasn't ready now.

The thing that Remus least expected from that day was Sirius's gift piled with the rest. He didn't feel like opening it, knowing that it would be easy to get excited over something Sirius bought thinking of him.

Remus opened everyone else's gifts, writing "Thank you letters" to send later. He swore that he wouldn't open Sirius's gift, but curiosity took the best of him and so he did. He unwrapped the big box and saw some new records. He instantly wanted to play them, but Sirius had took his record player, so he woud have to wait till he came back. And then, he saw a red and green envelope with a letter inside. He opened it and saw Sirius's perfect and neat handwriting.

Christmas isn't the same without magic, without you. Love, -Sirius O. Black.

All Remus felt was anger towards Sirius, and toward himself because he fell in love with the boy who makes his heart feel absolutely full, but also has the power to destroy it with a simple look. And maybe that's what love feels like and maybe he shouldn't be scared of it, but that's how Remus is. He wanted to shout and to cry and to kiss every inch of Sirius's soul. But he couldn't, and so he burnt the letter, because love wasn't something he was supposed to feel, and neither was Sirius Black for him to have.

1381 words.

SORRY IF I MADE ANY MISTAKE WHILE WRITING, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Hope you enjoyed a little bit of wolfstar angst. ;)

-MsVanillaLatte

#remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #wolfstar #marauders #fanfic #writing #james potter #wolfstar angst #christmas #marauders christmas #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #marauders era #the marauders #atyd marauders #atyd #angst #the prank #the prank marauders #letters #holidays #hogwarts #wizarding world #gryffindor #potter #oneshot #one shots

[missmoonfrost]

Best gift ever - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

December 27 - gift - 292 words

The presents underneath the meticulously decorated Christmas tree were beautifully wrapped. Sirius leaned back in the comfortable armchair of the Black’s living room and sighed contentedly. It was all an act, though. He didn’t really relax around his family. He had been smiling politely and answering diplomatically all day.

His eyes got caught by the window and the night sky outside. His thoughts wandered to Remus. His beloved Moony. He wondered how he celebrated, if at all. The moon would be full tomorow.

Remus had opted to stay at Hogwarts this year, given the moon. His parents had objected, not verry convincingly, before giving in. Much unlike his own. He had tried all sorts of reasons, but gotten a letter explicitly telling him how much more important the family reputation was than any of his wishes and that if he didn’t come home as expected he would regret it deeply.

So here he was, even less exited than usual about opening the presents. They were all expected and luxurious, up until the envelope from Regulus. A ticket to a concert with Hogsmeads local church choir. He frowned.

“You got to use it this week, last concert is on Friday. I figured it’s really no need for you to be around tomorrow, it’s only fathers colleagues visiting” Regulus shrugged.

Mother pursed her lips unappreciatively, but didn’t object.

When their parents’ attention moved on Regulus quietly added: “I bet there’s other things to do in Hogsmeade if the concert’s boring.”

Finaly Sirius got it. It was not a concert ticket. It was an excuse to leave the house.

He didn't even care that Regulus knew more than he should about where Sirius would rather bee. He hugged him tight.

“Thank you! Best gift ever.”

#wolfstar #microfic royalty #remus x sirius #sirius black #wolfstar microfic #regulus black

[a-little-specificity]

bar

for @wolfstarmicrofic

The small but mighty tree shoved in the corner next to the bay window, just as Remus' mum had done it.

Warmly scented candles in ornate candle stick holders littered through the home, but mostly taking up residence on the mantle, just as Sirius' Uncle Alphard did around the holidays to spread some warmth during the dreadful Black family gatherings.

A fresh, bright red pointsettia serving as the centerpiece of their table, a nod to the ones Lily had used to decorate their home with.

And of course, an ever present and growing platter of sweets, lovingly baked from the recipes of Euphemia Potter's cookbooks.

Harry knew all these traditions, the amalgamation of family members gone and past, but he wanted more. Wanted to make new traditions with his Moony and Padfoot that were his. Theirs.

So that's how they found themselves down at the pub in the nearest Muggle town, the one that sits across the street from the bookshop Sirius and (mostly) Remus run, the front windows foggy but brightly lit from the twinkle lights within.

Harry had heard the other kids he played with in town some days talking about a town holiday celebration that they went to every year with their parents. Music, dancing, food, handmade sweets from old Ms. Bethan! It had taken him almost three whole hours to convince Remus and Sirius to go, but they finally agreed.

From the outside they could hear a chorus of a traditional Christmas folk song being sung, one Harry recognized from Remus' humming around the cottage.

"You ready to go in Haz?" Sirius said, his tartan scarf flapping in the wintry wind. Harry looked up at him, then over at Remus, whose pompom hat (loving knitted by Mrs. Weasley) was slowly disappearing under a layer of fine snow.

"To new traditions?" He said, grasping each one of their hands in his small mitten-clad ones.

"New traditions." They said warmly, in unison, stepping over the threshold into the bar, already on the receiving end of several Merry Christmases!

cross-posted on A03

#wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #harry pov #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #raising harry au #bar #holiday spirit !!!!

[jfleamont]

Opening lines

Thank you for the tag @mppmaraudergirl and @eastwindmlk for tagging me!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

1. Divination (from Jily drabbles and one shots)

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

2. The Falcon and The Squid

Marlene: what are you guys doing right now? wanna help us build our lego millennial falcon?

3. I Want To Hold Your Hand

Her legs are intertwined with his; she’s curled around him, and the palm of her hand is resting on his chest.

4. Ticket To Ride

The last few days of term are always spent like this, leisurely lying in the sun in front of the lake without a care in the world.

5. Treat Me Like You Did The Night Before

The common room was packed, filled to the brim with students celebrating the beginning of the Christmas break; the train was set to leave the following morning, and everyone was busy saying goodbye.

6. All The Things I Would Do

“Make it make sense, Moony. Why did Poland deserve to win the last Quidditch World Cup when their strategy relied solely on defense?”

7. The Love You Take

The sounds coming from the kitchen are her favourite.

8. Your Eyes The Door To Hell And All Within

Waking up early on a Saturday morning wasn't exactly Lily's thing.

9. Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

“I am finished.”

10. The Tree House

The radio had drowned out her footsteps, but not his thoughts.

Well, I rarely start with dialogues, I prefer setting the scene first and the sentences are all quite short; other than that, I haven't noticed anything else :)

I'm tagging @juniperpyre, @thecasualauthor18, @tinyluminaryzombie, @ohmygodshesinsane, @uncertainwallflower, @arianatwycross, @apalapucian, @annasghosts, @flowerpottlady @emeralddoeadeer and whoever wants to do it since I'm sure I'm forgetting someone lol

#tag game #jfleamont rambles

[xflippinfrogx]

Moony’s laugh

A/N~ Heyy lovely people!! Soo I may or may not have fallen back into my marauders obsession and I have quite a few fic ideas so stick around if you love these idiots as much as I do :) and also MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!❤️

FANDOM: Harry Potter (Marauders)

LEE: Remus

LER(S): James, Sirius and Peter

🛑WARNING🛑— This is a tickle fic so if you don’t like that kind of stuff then please scroll on :)

It’s the 23rd of December 1973 and the Christmas Holidays have fallen upon the students of Hogwarts. Most have left to celebrate with their families but four gryfindor boys remained in the castle along with a few others that didn’t return home this season.

Remus was sat happily on the windowsill above the common room sofa, watching the snowflakes dance in the wind when the door bursted open.

In came three very cold but satisfied boys. They had spent the entire morning playing in the snow. Their favourite game was to see who could shove the most snow down someone else’s shirt. Remus had decided to sit that one out because he wasn’t in the mood to have hypothermia for Christmas.

He slid off his spot on the windowsill to sit on the sofa bellow while the others stripped from their wet coats. They decided to change first and then come back to bother Remus.

“Hey Moony did you see me win against those two!? I was way better than them.” Sirius exclaimed as he sprawled out on top of his friend.

“Oh shut it Padfoot you didn’t even stand a chance against us!” James chuckled.

“Yeah mate you surrendered within the first five minutes!” Peter said amidst his own laughter.

Sirius gawped at them and began his usual dramatics, complaining to Remus about how unfair they were being to him. Remus only smiled.

A few moments later of bickering between them and Sirius finally gave up. He curled slightly into Remus. “Bloody hell Moons you’re so warm” He whined. “You’re like my personal heater.”

“Oi budge over Sirius we want heater Moony too!” James and Peter joined the two on the couch and soon Remus was trapped between them all.

“Seriously can’t a guy get some personal space around here?” He didn’t actually mind. He only pretended too and the others knew this.

“But Remus we’re colddd” Peter groaned and James nodded his head.

“Yeah Moony feel my hands.” Sirius said shoving them up Remus’ shirt.

“PAHaDfoot dohont!” The atmosphere shifted as the others take in his reaction. A look of realisation washes over their faces.

“Remus Lupin, was that a giggle?” James asked raising his eyebrows. Out of the three he seemed the most excited to test out this new information.

Remus couldn’t think of an excuse for what had happened. A deep blush rose from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. He couldn’t even speak a single word. This wasn’t good, he was utterly screwed.

“Boys, I think our dear Remus has been hiding something from his best friends all this time.” Remus began to struggle, trying to find a way out of this situation. He was completely trapped.

“I think it’s time we fix that don’t you Rem?” Peter smirked. Remus braced himself for the oncoming attack.

Almost immediately James straddled his hips and Peter grabbed his arms. Sirius wasted no time vibrating his hands into his ribs.

Straight away he was thrown into fits of giggles. He shook his head from side to side as though that would help. He never thought anything could tickle so much that you physically can’t think. It was as if his thoughts had vanished all because of a few wiggling fingers.

Peter dug into his under arms while James spidered over his sides.

“PLeahEasehe nohoho! I hahate youhu all!!” His eyes blurry with tears he continued laughing his heart out. His friends couldn’t contain their smiles as they saw their usually serious friend in pieces beneath them.

“Aw Rem your laugh is so cute! You should really consider laughing more often.” Sirius teased only forcing Remus to blush even more than before.

“Shuhut uhup SihiriUHAHAHAHAHA JAHAHAHAMESS STOHOHOHOP.” He honest to god shrieked.

Peter and Sirius turned to James, curious to see what had made Remus react in such a hysterical way. James had began circling his thumbs in the dips of Remus’ hips. His smile widened as he made eye contact with Remus.

“I think I’ve found it Rem.. I’ve found your worst spot haven’t I??” He questions, the giddiness clear in his voice. Remus didn’t even bother fighting back at this point and weakly nodded his head, giggling in anticipation.

“Lupin you are so dead” Peter remarks.

Not even a second had passed and Remus had began to scream with laughter once more. The other two just sat back laughing at their friends reaction. James was delighted with his discovery.

“JAHAHAHAHAAAMEHES PLEHEHEHEAHSE I CAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT. NOHOHO *snort* JAHAHAMES!!” He finally stopped the torture of his friends hips, only because he had began laughing himself.

“Remus was that a snort!?” Sirius bellowed through fits of laughter, Peter laughing twice as hard.

“Hohow have we been friends for three years and we’re only finding this ohout now mate? You’re insanely ticklish!!” James asks helping Remus sit up.

“Ihi guehess I’m just gohood at keheeping secrets?” Remus was beginning to catch his breath. The others all smiled at their giggly friend.

“You’ve got us all Christmas now and we are so doing this again mate!!” Peter exclaims high fiving James.

“I hahate you all.” He didn’t really, he loved his friends and their silly antics. He couldn’t wait to spend Christmas with them and though he’ll never admit it, he loved when they tickled him and he was forever grateful for Sirius and his freezing cold hands that afternoon.

Merry Christmas to him<3 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

#Marauders tickle #harry potter tickle #Merry Christmas #sfw tickling #Tickle fic

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Celebrate

@wolfstarmicrofic - 245 (and a lacking discipline a bit)

“How am I supposed to celebrate?” Sirius was still deep in depression after James' death. It was a wonder he answered at all, when most days he just stared at Remus blindly. Sometimes he wondered if Sirius had loved James more. If he was just the consolation prize, because James had Lily.

“It's Harry's first Yule with us. He needs some cheer too.”

Remus thought that would do the trick. Little Harry was all they both had now. But it didn't. Sirius just turned away looking back out of the window, where the first snow-flakes started to fall and cover the greyness of Scottish winter.

“Well... I'll have to make it on my own then.”

He was about to turn away, when suddenly Sirius' arms wrapped around him. “Don't leave me. I'll make work. I'll do what I can, but... don't leave me.”

Remus could count the moments that Sirius so openly cried on one hand and have fingers left.

“He was my best friend, my brother, my... one shot at a family, Moony. But you... are my world.”

With a little sigh that shouldn't have been relief Remus turned. “Don't worry. We'll make it small, you, me, Harry, a bunch of Christmas pudding, some candles, cuddling before the fireplace. No singing or dancing required. No cheer, no nothing.”

“But gifts,” Sirius decided. “Harry needs a gift.” Still sniffing he was already planning, and Remus had to hide a smile.

#wolfstar microfic

[george-weasleys-girl]

Do you know when everyone went to spend Christmas at the Grimmauld place? can you do a drabble where the daughter of Wolfstar tells the twins about the names on the Marauders map, as a christmas present?

(Maybe) she found out who they are because she saw Sirius calling Remus, Moony. like, they still haven't reconciled but Sirius accidentally says the nickname

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Mystery Solved

"I know something you don't know," Y/N teased George and Fred as they sat down for dinner.

"Ooh, do tell!" Fred grinned.

She folded her arms. "Nope. Not until Christmas day. It's going to your present."

"Hey! That's not nice!" George argued. "Teasing us like that."

"Yeah," Fred added. "I'm gonna tell Sirius."

Y/N laughed. "Go right ahead. What are you going to do? Tell him his daughter won't give you your Christmas gift early? He'll just laugh at you."

~•~

Four days later

"It's Christmas Eve," George said.

Y/N smiled, knowing exactly where this was going. "Indeed it is."

"It's close enough to Christmas day," Fred continued. "You can give us our present now."

"I could," she agreed. "But I'm not."

"You're just mean," George accused.

"Yeah." Fred said. "We're not going to play with you anymore. Right George?"

"Right." He gave a single nod and looked back at Y/N.

"Ok, whatever," Y/N snorted. "I'm going downstairs to get some hot cocoa. Wanna join me?"

George shrugged. "Yeah, ok."

"Let’s go," Fred agreed.

~•~

Five hours later

"It's two minutes after midnight," Fred informed her.

George stepped forward. "That means it's officially Christmas day."

An amused grin spread across Y/N's face. "Alright, boys, come along. We need to go somewhere where we won't be overheard."

Fred rubbed his hands together. "This is gonna be good."

~•~

The three sat on Y/N's bed, facing each other. "Ok, here goes," she began and beckoned them closer. "I know who created the Marauders' Map. And actually... so do you."

"What do you mean?" George leaned forward.

"I overheard dad talking to Remus, and he called him Mooney."

"Moon - " Fred began. "Ohh... because Lupin's a werewolf."

"Yep."

"So your dad must be Padfoot," George marveled.

"And Prongs was James," she explained. And Wormtail is... Pettigrew." A look of disgust crossed her face at the mention of Peter's name.

"I can't believe your dad helped make the greatest map ever created," Fred was in awe. "The apple doesn't fall from the tree," he smiled. "No wonder you're so cool!"

"And our best friend," George threw his arm around her shoulders.

Y/N face burned bright vermillion and waved off the compliments. "You guys are too sweet."

"Sweet? How dare you?!" Fred exclaimed in mock offense. "Fred and George Weasley are not sweet!"

"Well, I'm kinda sweet," George said sheepishly.

"Shhh," Fred elbowed his brother. "We have our reputation to uphold!"

Y/N giggled at her best friends' silliness. "Hey you two," she interjected. "Why don't we uphold your reputation by sneaking down to the kitchen and swiping some cookies?"

"Now that's the type of behavior befitting the illustrious Weasley pranksters," Fred pronounced and jumped off the bed. "After you, my lady."

"Not sweet my ass," Y/N mumbled as she passed Fred.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Nothing," Y/N grinned. "Nothing at all."

~•~

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[narcissa-black-supermacy]

Part 2 out of 8 for @hanukkahwolfstarweek (part 1 here) Second night: Hanukkah food Word prompts: sweet, oil, hands Also on: AO3

“I’m telling you, this is a bad idea,” Peter whines from behind in a high-pitched squeak.

“Oh, come on,” James exclaims in a loud whisper from under the cloak, “what are they going to give us detention for? Midnight cooking?”

James always makes any challenge sound like easy play. It’s “let’s just become Animagi” and “let’s just put hair colouring in the Slytherins’ drinks” and “let’s just sneak away to the kitchen in the middle of the night to make those things Moony’s mum cooks for Hanukkah”, mind and tongue connected by a very brief canal, mouth blurting out every other thought that crosses his mind on the go.

When he says it, everything always sounds easy and so inviting, and Sirius sometimes wishes he had a third of the casual simplicity that James possesses.

Hogwarts does not care much for diversity beyond stubbornly pairing together Slytherin and Gryffindor students who very clearly do not get along (and don’t want to) for classes, so on the earlier nights of the holiday they usually sneak away to the kitchen in the middle of the night to make some sweets.

It’s been James’ idea, unsurprisingly so, not of either of them - after one of the holidays had fallen almost on the same week as Christmas and they all ended up being home for the week. Remus had tentatively invited them over to see his place for the first time before they all head to their respective homes to celebrate New Years, and James had picked up on the offer before it was even fully formed, tugging them all along with him. Not that Sirius needed to be convinced.

The elves have been reluctant about their presence in the Hogwarts kitchen at first, threatening them with knives and hot oil, but it turns out that even they were desperate for some sort of change in their monotone routine of potato casseroles and chicken legs. They watched curiously while Remus worked the dough with his hands slowly, explaining something about punching the air out of the batter like his mother taught him while the oil sizzled loudly in a large pan on the stove.

“Aren’t these just doughnuts with no holes?” James inquires, holding the sweet ball of dough between his fingers with a curious frown on his face.

Remus shrugs in reply. “You could say that about anything round and fried in oil,” he says, hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of his face, which leaves a line of flour across his forehead.

“Fair point,” James mumbles and directs his wand at the floating sufganiya, directing it into the pan of sizzling oil.

“The shape does not really matter much as long as it’s fried in deep oil, that’s sort of the whole point,” Remus elaborates patiently. He pushes the bowl aside when the elves take over, curious hands reaching out to try and make one on their own, and he hops onto the counter behind him. “I know that in many families they make sfenj or youyous instead.”

Sirius averts his gaze when he feels both James’ and Remus’ eyes on him.

“Is that what your folks do?” James asks, head tilted to the side with genuine curiosity with his feet dangling over the counter. “We should try that - if the elves get bored, they’ll kick us out.”

“I told you,” Sirius huffs under his breath, looking away. “I don’t really like talking about it. There isn’t much to tell.”

His hand reaches out distractedly for the jar of jam on the counter. He pulls one of the fried balls out of the pan with a flicker of his wand and places it on the table, poking a small hole at the side to add the jam in.

He can feel James watching him closely. His head is still tilted to the side, glasses resting low on his nose, but now there is something softer in his eyes, affectionate but watchful.

“It’s not theirs, you know,” he speaks up quietly, the words meant only for him and Remus while Peter is busy scattering sugar powder all over the kitchen with the elves. “This holiday, these traditions  - the food, the language.. it’s existed for thousands of years. It’s practised by both muggles and wizards.” He pauses for a moment, waiting for Sirius to look up and meet his gaze.

“Just because they take it.. the way they do-” he says, speaking carefully around the words, and Sirius can tell just how hard he’s holding himself back to not just blurt it all out, trying to soften the edges of his harsh tone for him, “-doesn’t mean it’s right. It’s yours just as much as it’s theirs, they don’t own it, and you can do whatever you want with it.”

Sirius stays silent, pondering the words for a moment. James does not press further, letting him dwell in it while he yells out something at Peter in excitement, hopping off the counter to join the dough fight going on between him and the elves.

He understands what James means, in theory, but it’s hard applying it in practice when his family and their ways are the only thing he had grown to associate this holiday with, the light of the candle being a symbol of threat and chaos instead of hope and peace.

When he looks up, he finds Remus watching him closely.

“James is right, you know,” he says quietly. “Obviously everyone is going to relate the story of light and resistance to their own struggles. But… It’s up to you what you want to do with it.”

Despite himself, Sirius feels the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

“We usually make sfenj,” he says, glancing sideways at the sizzling pan behind them. “It’s like a sufganiya, but without the jam, and it’s shaped like a ring.”

“A doughnut!” James exclaims loudly, eyes widening with enthusiasm.

Remus laughs at that, and Sirius finds himself mirroring the action, the rolling echo of the sound too infectious to resist.

On their way back to the dorm, Sirius suddenly realises that he left his jacket back at the kitchen. He promises to be right back and sneaks down the moving staircase to get back, not wanting to leave any incriminating evidence for the teaching staff to find the morning after.

He does not expect to run into Regulus on his way back to the Gryffindor tower.

“Reg,” he heaves out with a relieved sigh, hand lowering from where it instinctively shot up to his wand. “What are you doing here?”

Regulus opens his mouth to reply, but then something catches his eye and he takes a step back, taking a moment to take in Sirius’ appearance. His gaze lingers on the smears of flour, jam and sugar powder under his robes. Sirius can not help but notice how different he looks - it seems like with every year that passes at Hogwarts, Regulus gains at least three to his age.

“Having fun with your new friends, huh?” He observes with a light tilt of his head to the side. “Maybe your problem isn’t with the holidays,” he murmurs dryly under his breath, his gaze cold and indifferent as it skims over Sirius’ form with unconcealed distaste, “maybe it’s with us.”

Sirius’ fingers dig into the skin of his palm by his side.

“That’s not--”

Regulus pushes past him in the direction of the dungeons, not bothering to stay back and listen.

“Happy Hannukah, Sirius.”

#hanukkah wolfstar week #wolfstar #my writing

[pixelchills]

hi chill, how will you celebrate christmas with doll drops

Sunny obviously is used as the christmas tree topper and Moony will put in snowball jail-

We're gonna eat ourselves full of crackers and cheese! And chocolate :> maybe go out play in the snow and just take it easy and relax... not much planned

#asks #dolldrops