Bellefeuille

Thunderbird House

Ilvermorny Masterlist

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(All photos found on Pinterest)

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Founded by Chadwick Boot

Favors Adventurers

Represents the Soul

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How I see Thunderbirds:

Deja Vu

I believe they’re old souls

They yearn for adventure and discovery

They are always asking “What else is there?”

They want to make memories

Love language: Quality Time

They find it hard to stay on track because of all the things they are thinking about

Love to make up stories

I think they go more for the Fantasy genre

But I can also see them being history lovers

Pirates, dragon riders, sailors

They want to try stuff out even if they know they shouldn’t but they’re just super curious

Knows better but wants to make dumb decisions

But finds it ridiculous if others do stupid stuff

If they don’t feel that connection with you they’re dissatisfied

They try to read people after they first meet them

Not good at expressing emotions

They feel deeply though

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edited on 04/30/24

Benjy Fenwick

Marauders Era Masterlist

FC: Benny Emmanuel

MBTI Type: INTP

House: Ravenclaw

Friend group: Caradoc Dearborn, Emmeline Vance, and Dirk Cresswell

Other:

Muggleborn

Childhood best friends with Caradoc Dearborn

Roomates with Dirk Cresswell

First met Emmeline by accidentally spilling ink all over her in the library

Tends to accidentally make messes

He had a bunch of papers and pages hung up messily around his bed because it “helps him think”

Has a cat he found in the dumpster and has kept it and loved it like it was his own child

Her name is Nelly

Collects old books and newspapers

Likes to make collages

Can kind of play the guitar (Caradoc has been teaching him since they were kids)

Plays a lot of music to “help him think”

Claims he’s an amazing drawer but draws stick figures

Caradoc once took him to the beach with his family on vacation and he’s been begging to go back ever since

Has a big crush on Amelia Bones ever since she helped him take care of his cat, Nelly, when she was sick once

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦

Beauxbatons Masterlist

The arrow ingraved with your name is handed to you. You do what has been shown and let your arrow fly. The arrow bursts into the color green. You’ve been sorted into Bellefeuille.

When sitting down you noticed a pin on the collar of your uniform. A green falling leaf transforms into the letter “B”. This is the symbol that represents your house.

Welcome to Bellefeuille, home of Beauxbatons; Activists, adventurers, graderners, animal lovers, among many other things.

Some say that the Bellefeuille common area has a special entry way to Beauxbatons famous gardens. The same gardens that have the fountain of Nicholas Flamel, one of Beauxbatons most honorable graduates.

Their common area is said to be the simplest, but cozy. You’ll find many groups of friends sitting around coming up with new ideas for adventures they’d like to go on. If you’ve met someone in Bellefuille it’s likely you haven’t forgetton about them. Though kind and social they believe in standing up for what they believe is right.

Welcome to Bellefuille, what will you do?

Hot Summer Days and Lakes | Clary Fairchild

Clary Fairchild Masterlist

Word Count: 897

Genre: Fluff | Slice of life

Pairing(s): Clary Fairchild x Partner!Reader

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

Warnings: sharp rocks, small hiding places?

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|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

 It wasn’t hard to get Clary to spend the day at the lake. This particular lake was located near her dad's renovated house out of the city. It’s mid June and the weather has been scorching hot. 

Since the both of you are adults, Clary’s parents (reluctantly) let the two of you have the house to yourselves. Much to the enjoyment of the two of you. You couldn’t remember a time where you got to spend such isolation with your girlfriend, without having to worry about interruptions or strangers or responsibilities. So far, the hours you have had were amazing. 

You had spent breakfast outside, Clary with her bagel and coffee, and you with your own preferred breakfast. You didn’t have to worry about time, so you spent a good hour just talking. Taking bites with minutes in between. There was no need to rush. 

The walk to the lake had been calm, filled with laughter. The two of you walking side by side, hand in hand. Clary had been telling about some anime she and Simon had recently started. She filled you in on her favorite characters and her predictions for how the story would progress. You listened and asked questions, loving the way her eyes shone, and the sound of her voice. Obviously she was taken by the subject, the words flowing out of her mouth smoothly with passion and emotion. 

The two of you had also discussed your friends and your predictions as to what they were doing at that moment. Clary told you that Simon was supposed to be meeting with his ‘band’ that morning. Simon had wanted to come but then quickly realized that this was a romantic retreat and decided against pushing to come. 

“I bought this comic with different Japanese fighting styles, I've been taking notes on some I think would be useful.” Clary stated, looking proud

“Is that so? You know, fiction fighting and real life fighting rarely mirror each other. As far as I know their fighting skill is over-exaggerated and sometimes just unnecessary.” You respond

Clary shook her head smiling, “Actually I talked to Alec about some of the techniques and he said they were legitimate.” 

“Well, if Alec approved it, it must be accurate.” You said sarcastically

“Exactly.” Clary returned with a sarcastic smirk

When you got to the lake side, quickly you shedded your layers of clothes revealing the swimsuit underneath. 

Clary did the same, looking a little flustered. She wore a simple pastel purple one piece, but in truth she looked breathtaking. Noticing your admiring stare, Clary flushed, a shy smile on your face. 

You set the towels you had brought on some of the dryer, but not so dirty rocks. 

“We should put on sunscreen before we get in.” Clary commented, pulling out a bottle of such product from the bag she had brought. The bag was decorated with some anime characters that you were unable to identify. 

Once she was done she handed you the bottle, “Get my back?” She asked smirking

You wore a smirk of your own, grabbing the bottle from her hands and putting a dime size in your palm. You purposefully spent more time rubbing the protective cream on her back, enjoying the way she shivered. At your touch or the temperature of the cream, you weren’t sure. You ended it with a small kiss on the side of her neck. She flushed again. 

“My turn.” She turned around and applied some to your back. You could tell she was trying to replicate your previous movements. Spending more time in an area that made you tense up or shiver involuntarily. 

“You ready?” I ask, casting a glance toward the water. 

Clary nods

Clary and I decided to just jump in. Better than stepping in, we both agreed. 

The chill water immediately  engulfed our bodies. A vast contrast to the humidity of  the air. Clary shrieked and I laughed. 

“It’s cold!” Clary shrieked 

“That’s the point!” I laughed 

Eventually we got into a game of trying to dodge each other. Basically just playing tag in the water with the just people. We were both surprised by the amount of hiding places the rocks held. 

“I’ve been here a zillion times, how have I never noticed this!” Clary had said when she found a little opening in between the rocks

“This would’ve been a great place to avoid my mother trying to put sunscreen on me.” Clary mumbled looking genuinely a little disappointed. 

“Well if you ever bring Simon here again, perhaps you could try and scare him.” You had commented 

Clary brightened, “You are a genius!” She kissed your cheek

You spent hours there, in the water, now the chill being bearable, doing all different activities. At one point you attempted to pass a plastic volleyball but it popped on one of the sharper rocks a few minutes in. 

The sun was setting, and you both agreed to pack up and head back. Clary picked up her phone and scoffed. 

“What?” You ask, genuinely curious

“Simon is going to my favorite noodle place, without me!” She said

“How dare he.” You said dryly

“I know! When I get back he better be ready.” Clary muttered, resulting with a laugh from you

“We should do this again.” Clary said, smiling brightly

“We should.” You agree, taking her hand in yours.

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edited on 05/17/2024

Sunrise | Hiccup Haddock

Hiccup Haddock Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Domestic-ish fluff

Pairing(s): Hiccup Haddock x Fem!Reader

Summary: An early morning ride turns into a race between you and Hiccup.

Warnings: Heights

Notes:

Reader is a dragon rider

Readers dragon is never specified

Take place on Dragons Edge

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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Hiccup makes handling dragons look easy.

It’s not.

It seems that Dragon Hunters have a never ending schedule of making your life difficult.

All you wanted to do was sit outside your hut (that you spent far too much time trying to decide where to place) and enjoy the beautiful view with your dragon, your boyfriend, or your friends.

Easier said than done.

When your boyfriend is Hiccup Haddock who has devoted most of his life to protecting dragons, free time doesn’t come often.

Hiccups values are part of the reason you fell so hard for him, but sometimes it seems to take from your relationship.

Laying in your bed thinking all of this over in your head is not a great start to your morning.

So, you climb out of your bed and throw on some clothes.

You whistle as a sort of wake up call to your dragon who is sleeping soundly.

Your dragon groans and moans barely opening one eye to look at you. This was their way of saying, “Do you know what time it is?”

You scoff under your breath completely aware they could still hear it, "Don't worry, I haven't lost track of the time. Let's go for a ride, just you and me." You move to get their saddle as they move around loudly in protest.

"Weren't you the one who wanted to start doing this?" You bring up the time Hiccup mentioned that he and Toothless go for early morning rides often and your dragon looked at you as if to say, "We should do that!"

Your dragon lets out a regretful moan in response.

You throw the heavy saddle over their back with little difficulty.

"Come on, if you really don't like it, we'll end it early."

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Your dragons behavior has done a full one-eighty. How the dragon you're riding on now and the one you argued with this morning were the same creature baffles you.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" You tease, watching your dragon close their eyes at the feeling of the wind hitting their face.

They snort and suddenly drop a few feet in the air.

A shriek makes it's way out of your mouth and it takes you a few moments to realize that you aren't falling anymore.

"Not funny." You ground your teeth a little.

All your dragon does is laugh in response.

Just when you got over the shock in your body does a familiar voice startle you.

“Good morning, milady!”

Turning your head to peer over your shoulder, you make eye contact with the voice, returning his wide grin with your own.

“Good morning!” You laugh, only needing to wait a minute more before Hiccup and Toothless were right beside you.

Your own dragon and Toothless exchange greetings as you and Hiccup chat.

“Didn’t expect to see you out so early. Something on your mind?” Hiccup questions

You shake your head, grin never faltering, “Just wanted some fresh air, before everyone wakes up. But it seems someone is up.”

Hiccup chuckles, “Oh, you know, just out looking for some adventure. Right, bud?” Toothless grumbles in agreement.

“Adventure, you say? Well, do share with the group.” Your tone is playful.

Hiccup waves his hand in dismissal, “Unfortunately, me and Toothless have seen quite enough adventure for one day. But, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing our stories to you, milady.”

“You’re all out of adventure for the day? Don’t say that, Snotlouts not even up yet.”

Hiccup's laugh echos around you.

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"So this is where you run off to hm?" You tease sitting down on what you previously believed to be a watch tower. Now realizing it was Hiccup's camouflaged hideout.

Hiccup scoffs playfully, "I don't run off anywhere."

"You're right, you fly." You add

Both Hiccup and your dragon roll their eyes but Toothless lets out a snort of amusement.

"At this point he barely walks himself anywhere, isn't that right?" You look over at Toothless, who happily humors you.

"All right, all right. I guess I won't take you on any morning rides anymore bud." Hiccup voices looking a little smug.

Toothless no longer looks amused.

"Nothing to say Toothless?" Hiccup pokes, earning a glare from the Nightfury.

"Don't worry, Toothless. If he doesn't take you on any morning flights, I will." You whisper loud enough for the other two to hear you, earning a protest from both.

Toothless lets out a laugh and hops around in satisfaction.

Your dragon makes loud noises of detestment and even goes as far as glaring at Toothless.

"What?" You address the cranky dragon, "Do you know how hard it was to get you out of the hut this morning? I'm sure Toothless wouldn't make it so hard for me?" You tease

"Now wait a minute, who said you could steal my dragon?" Hiccup says

"Your dragon." You reply and hear Toothless agree behind you.

Hiccup's mouth opens but no words come out.

You were too busy soaking in the satisfaction you felt from Hiccup's response that you didn't notice your dragon make its way over to you until they knocked you over with their head.

"Hey!" You shriek as your dragon "attacks" you.

You can hear Hiccups laugh in the background and Toothless' sound of surprise.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I was just teasing!" Finally they let up looking satisfied with themselves.

"Like rider, like dragon." Hiccup comments

You scoff, "Says you."

Hiccup leans back against a rock, "Says me." He agrees.

You lean back against your dragon and shake your head.

After a few moments of comfortable silence you reopen the conversation, "Any news from Johann?"

Hiccup sighs, "No. I know he's scouting almost as much as us but it's as if they've gone completely underground."

"Maybe they finally feel defeated. With the more people we meet and become friends with, the more unpopular the dragon hunters get." You add

"Maybe. Or they're planning their next ambush on a new dragon. I feel uneasy with how quiet they've been." Hiccup confides

"We'll keep looking Hiccup. Once we find them we'll stop whatever they're doing, just like we've done before."

Hiccup nods in agreement.

You find a way to bring up your next sentence, "While the dragon hunters are quiet maybe.. we could spend some time to enjoy it." At Hiccup's confused face, you continue, "It's been a long time since we've hung out together, just the two of us."

"We're hanging out together right now?" Hiccup says.

"I know. But just the two of us." You repeat

"Oh. Oh." Hiccup understands

"I know everything has been chaotic, I was just wondering since we seem to finally have some downtime. It'd be beneficial spending it doing something other than talking about the dragon hunters." You explain

"No, you're right. It has been a while since we've hung out, just the two of us. What were you thinking?" Hiccup asks

"I don't know, I wasn't even sure if you wanted to so I didn't really think about what." You say

"You think I wouldn't want to hang out with you? Of course I'd want to hang out with just the two of us, I enjoy your company more than anyone else." Hiccup says

You smile genuinely, "I've been wanting to go down on the beach and examine the shells, see if I could find any fossils or something. How about that?"

Hiccup grins, "Yeah, that sounds really fun."

Your smile grows and you stand up feeling high on adrenaline, "Come on. The others we'll be up soon and we don't want them setting the edge on fire before breakfast again." You offer your hand to Hiccup.

"No we don't." Hiccup takes your hand, "Thank you milady."

"So..race you back to the edge!" You hop on your dragons back.

"Wha-Hey! Wait a minute!" Hiccup calls after you hopping on Toothless' back, "That's not fair!"

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edited on 05/13/2024

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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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

Dancing Under the Stars |Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff

Pairing(s): Female!Reader x Jace Herondale, Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood x vampire! Simon Lewis

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

Warnings: food, vampires drinking blood, some slightly suggestive stuff

Notes:

Reader is wearing a gown

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The sun was setting outside, the clouds and the orange glow from the sun made the sky look like a painting. The glass towers of Alicante only added to the beautiful scenery. For a moment or two you couldn’t take your eyes from the scene.

Then you heard a loud crash and your head involuntarily turned to see what was going on. Your mind swirled with the worst possible scenarios. 

You were relieved to see that it was just a vampire who dropped his glass of blood.

The relief didn’t last long as you noticed that the blood had stained a faeries dress. She had dark green skin with light violet eyes. Her teeth were pointy and she was visibly angry. She snarled at the vampire who looked shocked at what had happened. You worried you might have to step in but then a faerie with butterflies on her cheeks came up to her friend.

They talked in hushed voices and glanced around. You realized that some of the other shadowhunters had also been watching. Some looked more on edge than the others. Some looked upon the scene with dissatisfaction, as if they had been the ones who had blood spilt on them.

You suddenly wished people could mind their own business when you noticed that the green faerie looked quite embarrassed. She glanced upon her dress with disappointment.

It was such a nice dress you noticed. You sighed, feeling bad for the faerie.

“What’s everyone looking at?” A certain warlock whispered in your ear

You turned and noticed that Magnus and Alec were standing beside you. Magnus was trying to look through the crowd but you could tell Alec saw easily over everyone with his height.

Alec whispered in Magnus’ ear and you knew he was telling him.

“What was it stained with?” Magnus asked aloud

“Blood.” You commented

“Oh, dear.” Magnus shook his head and watched as the two faeries wandered out of the big room.

“It was such a beautiful dress too.” You commented

“Alexander, be a dear and hold my bag, would you.” Magnus handed his bag over to Alec without looking, then followed the path the faeries had gone.

Alec, looking confused, quickly followed after his boyfriend, muttering to you a quick “bye”.

You sighed, realizing you were alone. You walked over to the long table with refreshments of all sorts to fit the different appetites of the party's guests.

You grabbed a wooden stick with different fruits on it and looked around the ballroom.

You saw Izzy, wearing a gorgeous skin tight dress that complimented her figure nicely, leading Simon through a dance. If he had still been human you guessed that the dance wouldn’t have come so effortlessly to him as it looked.

“He reminds me of a chicken.” A familiar voice whispered in your ear.

You smiled, pleased, with this newfound presence. “I think they look nice.” You defended your friend.

Jace was wearing nice clothes, you noticed. He was in a black suit that hugged his body quite nicely. For a moment you could only feel jealous of the suit.

Jace shook his head, snapping you out of your thoughts, “No. He’s picking up his feet too much and flailing his arms like a goose.” Jace sighed, “Maybe I should’ve listened to Izzy when she asked me to teach him to dance.”

“You think you can do better?” You asked

He grinned at you, “I know I can do better.”

He grabbed your hand leading you to the floor.

“Do you know the dance?” He asked, setting one hand on your waist and the other in your hand.

“Some parts.” You answered, nervous.

Jace smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll lead.”

Jace began to move, pulling your body with his. The dance seemed so effortless to him, you were doing your best to keep up.

But you were able to catch onto the dance. You smiled, proud of yourself.

Jace noticed too, “Good girl.” He whispered into your ear.

Before you could react Jace spun you again. You stumbled into his arms. You were quick to notice the stupid smirk on his face.

“If you keep spinning me, you’ll make me fall.” You whispered

Jace only smiled at you, “I’d never let you fall.”

And he spun you again.

“Jace.” You hissed

He hummed with a smirk, “Pay attention to the dance darling or you might trip.”

You rolled your eyes but listened.

His body was warm, his hands rested nicely on your body. Jace's golden eyes were focused solely on you. Only his Shadow hunter training kept him from bumping into the guests nearby.

“Get ready, I’m about to lift you.” Jace said out of nowhere

Your eyes grew wide. Both of Jaces hands went to your hips and raised you into the air. Your hands went to his shoulders, hoping to steady yourself.

When your feet met the ground your feet miraculously went back into the dance. But your breath was shallow.

Jace noticed and slowed, “No more.” He promised you

You nodded, catching your breath.

Jace stopped suddenly, and you stopped with him.

“Come. Let’s go somewhere a bit more private.” He led you to one of the ceiling high doors.

The sky had grown dark, and now the stars were out.

You marveled at their beauty. You stopped when you heard a familiar chuckle.

Jace was leaning against one of the stone walls looking directly at you.

“What?” You asked

“Can you name any of them?” He asked

“What?” You said confused

“The stars. Can you name any of them?” He repeated

You shook your head, “Can you?”

Jace looked up at the sky, “Maybe a couple.”

You smiled, and walked towards him.

The night was beautiful, but also chilly. Your gown, though stunning, didn’t do much to keep you warm. You leaned your head on Jaces chest, testing the waters and seeing what he was comfortable with.

His arms went around your waist pulling you closer.

“Your gown is lovely.” He murmured

You hummed in agreement, “Izzy helped me pick it out.”

Jace nodded in acknowledgment. Jace kissed your forehead and you involuntarily shivered.

“Cold?” You could feel the smile on his lips.

You nodded, “I am.”

Jace tutted, “Well we can’t have that, can we?”

Jace let go of you and stood in the middle of the terrace.

“What are you doing?” You asked

Jace shrugged, “Haven't you heard that if you keep your body moving you’ll stay warm. So we could fight or dance or...something else.” He smirked suggestively

“I choose dancing.” You said walking towards him

He looked disappointed for a moment but he quickly wiped the look off his face as you grew near, “Eager are we?” He teased

You grinned, “Eager not to be cold anymore.”

He huffed out a laugh, taking your hand in his.

At first the dance was fast, then it slowed at the sound of the piano.

You laid your head on Jaces chest when a cold breeze came through.

You could feel Jaces chest rumble as he chuckled.

“Enjoying yourself are you?”

You scoffed, “You’re warm and I’m cold.”

“Perhaps we should head inside?” He suggested

You shook your head, “I like it out here. With you.” You mumbled the last part but you were sure he heard.

The night was still young, but you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep with your head on your lover's chest and the sound of piano being played in the background, as you danced under a starry sky.

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edited on 05/16/2024

Pumpkin Carving | Simon Lewis

The Mortal Instruments Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Genre: fluff | slice of life

Pairing(s): Simon x mortal!girlfriend!Reader, Clary x friend!Reader, mentions of Clary x Jace

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Simon carve pumpkins for Halloween at Clary’s house

Warnings: Knives, mentions of fights with demons, mentions of stabbing oneself, dizziness

Notes:

Reader is aware of the supernatural

Reader is a mortal but never said to be a mundane

Reader has fought demons before

Simon is a vampire in this

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|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

Your boyfriend is a vampire. 

Something you never thought you'd say or truly believe. 

But it does seem to add to the aesthetic of fall, or more specifically Halloween.

Halloween is about a week away so Clary brought it upon herself to try and get you all together to do fall activities. 

Today you’re carving pumpkins but it seems that only you Clary, and Simon are in attendance.

When you arrived Clary said something about the shadow hunters being busy with something at the institute and that they might join you later for the movie.

You walked out to the back to see your boyfriend and Luke putting newspapers on the table on the patio. 

You’re out at the farmhouse for the weekend, Clary and Simon said it would be the perfect ambiance for fall activities. You couldn’t help but agree now that you're standing outside.

“Are we sure these aren’t gonna fly away?” Jocelyn Fairchild asked, looking skeptically at the table covered in the newspaper.

“We can always tape them down later. Besides, the pumpkin's weight will keep most of them grounded.” Luke shrugged looking at his fiance 

“Oh! Speaking of pumpkins we should probably go get them from the truck.” Clary said rushing back inside

Luke and Jocelyn began to walk after their daughter meeting somewhere in between and wrapping their arms around each other. 

Simon made his way over to you and pulled you into a quick greeting hug. 

It was different hugging Simon after he turned, you were sure of that but you couldn’t quite remember how it had felt hugging him before he turned. You quickly realize that you're not so sure we hugged at all before he turned.

Simon's lips pressed to your forehead and you shivered involuntarily. It was an odd feeling, not unpleasant, just weird. 

“How was the drive?” He mumbled, his lips pulling away from your forehead.

He kept one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder as you began walking after our friends. 

“Decent.” You shrugged, “I must admit I forgot how beautiful this place was.” 

You had been to Luke's farmhouse once before, about a week ago, but it had been nighttime and you hadn’t been there long. 

Now, seeing the field of trees and grass in the light of the late afternoon you felt peaceful.

Something that has recently become foreign. 

When fighting demons becomes your life you begin to savor this domestic kind of peace. Something as simple as looking at a pretty view wrapped up in the arms of someone you love.

“Me too. But if you think it’s beautiful now you should see it in the spring, when all the plants are coming back to life after the winter.” Simon replied

Your stomach rattled in excitement, something about Simon sharing something he loved with you felt so...lovely? You can’t really find a good word to describe it.

Your relationship is still new, but your feelings have been growing for far longer. 

Walking out in the front to where Luke’s truck (and your car as well) is parked on the gravel road.

Clary stood holding a pumpkin wider than her frame, the orange being an odd contrast to her hair. 

She looked up at the sound of the door shutting behind you and grinned, “Finally, I thought you guys might’ve gotten lost in the bedroom.”

Simon surely would have flushed if he was still human, and your own cheeks conjured a bit of a rosy tint on them.

“Clary!” Her mother chastised, Luke shook his head disapprovingly but didn’t say anything.

Clary blushed a little bit, seemingly forgotten her parents were there too. 

“Whoops. Sorry.” She said but her grin didn’t fade, and you all knew she wasn’t really sorry. 

“Don’t worry Clary, we'll save our antics for bedtime.” You whispered to her once you were close enough

Clary giggled and Simon looked shocked. 

He squeezed your arm and sent you a teasing glare.

You responded with a mischievous grin of your own and kissed him lightly on the cheek. 

He made a grumble sound of appreciation. 

Apparently, Luke and Clary had gotten up early this morning and picked out a bunch of pumpkins from a local market for you to choose from.

Once you picked one you all headed back out to the patio. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry yours?” Simon asked you once more

You nodded in response just as Clary said, “Don’t worry Simon, you can show her your new found strength later in the bedroom.” This time her voice was hushed to make sure her parents weren’t listening. 

Though in the back of your mind you wondered if Luke had heard anyway.

But when you looked over at him he was chatting happily with Jocelyn so he probably wasn’t paying attention to your trio.

Once you all found your place at the table Luke pulled out a little bin of carving tools and put them in the center. 

“I wasn’t able to get any from the store because they were all sold out, so these are the ones from last year that we were able to save. So we’ll all have to share. And Simon you can still bleed so please be careful with that knife.” Luke said, causing all of you to snap your attention to your boyfriend, who was examining one of the sharper knives. 

He looked quite offended to be called out, “What- I wasn’t going to stab myself!” 

“You may not have meant to but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t have happened.” Clary muttered causing you to laugh

Simon sent a glare towards both of you but you only giggled in return. 

...............

Turns out fighting demons made it easier to carve a pumpkin.

No one asked for Luke’s assistance (which he seemed to be a little upset by) as you cut the tops of your pumpkins out.

You watched as Simon put his arm into the pumpkin to grab the first handful of pumpkin guts and saw him shiver in disgust. 

“I swear it didn’t feel like that last year.” He said

“You're a vampire now.” You respond

“Right.” He muttered

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Sometime later, you walked over towards Simon to borrow one of his knives when you saw him beginning to carve out on the face of the pumpkin. 

“You're done scooping out the seeds?” you ask glancing towards the pumpkin so see plenty more of the pumpkins insides still present. 

“Yes. Why?” He asked 

“Well it's just..” You reached into the pumpkin and pulled out a handful of seeds.

“I’ll get those later.” Simon shrugged

You huffed out a laugh and threw the seeds at your boyfriend, causing him to let out an over exaggerated gasp. 

Clary, who had apparently been watching, started to laugh. You giggled before looking at Simon’s face and wondered for a moment if you had gone too far.

Then he looked up and grinned at you, “Oh is that what we’re doing now!” He reached back into the pumpkin and pulled out two handfuls of guts. He threw one at you and the other at Clary. 

“Hey!” Clary yelled out in surprise

You only giggled and walked back towards your own pumpkin to gather some of the insides that had piled up beside your pumpkin. 

When you looked back up, a handful of seeds and such in both hands, you saw that Clary was smearing some pumpkin guts on Simon’s shirt.

You ran over to help Clary, throwing some of the stuff at Simon’s face. He cried out in disgust and looked towards you. 

Realizing what he was about to do you began to try to run backwards but Simon was faster. 

He grabbed you around your middle and threw you over his shoulder. 

Then I heard Clary shout, “Let her go!” 

She was running towards you with more orange guts in her hands. 

Simon seemed to have also noticed his best friend because his arms tightened around you as he started running away. 

Simon was running at a human pace, you noted.

You couldn’t breathe because of how hard you were laughing as Simon ran in circles with Clary after him shouting things like; 

“Put her down and I won’t have to gut you!” 

“Simon Lewis I hope you don’t value your hair too much!”

“Once i’m done with you i’m going to enter you into a pumpkin contest you’ll look so orange!” 

Eventually Clary caught up with you, but at that point you were dizzy from being tossed around as Simon ran. 

As Clary threw pumpkin guts at Simon, he seemed to be tossing you around even more as he tried not to get hit.

“Okay kids if you want to finish these pumpkins before dark you better go back over here!” Luke called

Simon and Clary seemed to have silently agreed to yield their fight and Simon lowered you to the ground.

You stumbled a little but Simon's arms quickly sought out to help you. 

“You okay?” Clary asked you, still out of breath from running and laughing

You nodded but you caught Simon's worried glance, “I’m okay.” you assured him

He smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, I had fun.” You grinned, still a little dizzy

“Okay lovebirds.” Clary called out walking back to her parents

“Just because Jace isn’t here doesn’t mean you have to rain on our parade.” Simon called back causing Clary to let out a laugh

Simon kept a steadying arm around your waist as you walked back to the table.

When you got closer you realized that Jocelyn and Luke’s clothes had also been stained in orange, you think they had their own little fight as well.

When you got back to carving out pumpkins (with occasionally throwing of guts until Jocelyn told all of us to stop to stop) things were peaceful with the remains of laughter still in the air. 

Finally you finished, and looked over at your friends.

Clary and her mother were still very concentrated on their pumpkins. But Simon and Luke seemed to be chatting. 

“You done?” You asked going over to your boyfriends side

“Yep, look!” He said beaming proudly his arm coming around your shoulder to pull you closer.

When you looked over at the pumpkin you saw a glob of different shapes.

“What is it?” You asked after a moment

“What do you mean? It’s a smiley face with fangs!” He said genuinely shocked

“Oh!” You nodded 

“Let me see.” Clary said, wiping her hands off on some of the newspaper. 

When she walked over she let out a laugh, causing you to bite back one your own.

Simon teasingly kicked the back of her leg but it only caused Clary to laugh harder. 

“It’s wonderful, Simon! Here, let me take a picture!” Clary said grinning 

Simon was quick to move causing you to nearly lose your balance.

“Absolutely not, you are not sending that to Jace!” Simon stated

“What makes you think I'm sending it to Jace?” Clary questioned

“Because I know you!”

“Oh-Whatever!” Clary said

“Fine. If you think mine is so bad then let's see yours!” Simon said but as soon as the words came out of his mouth he seemed to reconsider. 

“Of course.” Clary grinned

The three of you walked over and saw that Clary had carved some sort of ghoul and had even added some runes to the pumpkin.

“Really? A shadow hunter ghoul.” Simon said seemingly unimpressed

“You should’ve just carved out Jace.” You teased, earning a laugh from your boyfriend. He sent you a pride filled smile, that made your heart speed up.

Clarys face seemed to be a mix between unimpressed and amused. 

“And make his ego grow some more, absolutely not.” Clary said

“I say we name him...flace.” Simon said

“Flace?” you and Clary said at the same time

“It’s a mixture between flaky and Jace, I think it fits.” Simon said with a grin

“Did you just call my boyfriend flaky?” Clary asked already starting towards Simon.

.................

The rest of the night seemed to be trying to save Simon from Clarys wrath. But in the end you wouldn’t have spent it any other way.

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edited on 05/17/2024

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Founded by no-maj [muggle] James Stewart

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How I see Pukwudgies:

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

People who feel other peoples pain

People who want someone to understand their pain

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

Often ‘Hopeless Romantics’

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

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

They want someone to understand them without feeling like a burden

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

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

They want to be able to accept themselves

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edited on 04/30/24

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