Days At Home | Peeta Mellark
Days at Home | Peeta Mellark
Peeta Mellark Masterlist
Word Count: 2.4k
Genre: Domestic fluff | slice of life
Pairing(s): Peeta Mellark x Fem!Wife!Reader
Summary: A simple life has never felt so sweet.
Warning(s): Children (since some ppl don’t like them), food, non-sexual nudity
Note(s):
Can be read as AU or not
Established relationship
Peeta and reader have children
Reader is able to have children
Children call reader “Mom”
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You blink, your brain foggy in your half conscious state.
All you can see is darkness, but register the familiar warmth beneath you. Immediately you know it’s Peeta. His chest rises and falls as he sleeps peacefully with his arm curled around you protectively, keeping you close to him.
Peeta is always warm. Which doesn’t hurt now that fall has begun, but it does make it harder to get out of bed in the mornings.
You snuggle up into him, your face going into the crook of his neck. Everything about him makes you feel at home.
Even though you try to fall back asleep you know it won’t happen. You savor the last few moments before you’ll push yourself out of bed.
But when you try to get up, Peeta’s arms tighten.
“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is laced with sleep and you know he’s only barely awake.
“I’m going to get a shower.” You answer quietly
“What?” He uses his other hand to rub his eyes as he struggles through the haziness of sleep.
“I’m going to get a shower.” You repeat a little louder.
Peeta looks over at the curtains to glance outside, “The sun isn’t up yet. We can sleep for a couple more hours.”
You shake your head, the fact that he won’t be able to see it not present in your thoughts, “I tried, but I’m already awake. Go back to bed, honey.” Carefully moving off of his chest, you retreat back to your side of the bed.
Peeta protests, “Can’t sleep without you.”
Knowing he made up his mind, you withheld any further protest, “You sure? It’s pretty early.” You say, feeling guiltly for disrupting his rest.
Peeta’s nod is barely noticeable in the dark, “Maybe the shower will wake me up.”
You hear the bed creak, Peeta’s loud footsteps, and then the overhead light is turned on.
You flinch from the sudden brightness and hear Peeta chuckle, “Sorry, baby.” He sounds amused.
The sound of his heavy footsteps continues to fill the otherwise quiet room while you rub your eyes.
You feel the familiar roughness of Peeta’s hand tilt your head up and give you a loving kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll go start the shower.” He says before disappearing into the ensuite bathroom.
You use the little time alone to pick out an outfit. You lay it out on the small ottoman at the end of your bed next to the outfit that Peeta chose for himself the night before. You laugh quietly at seeing the simple white button up with tan pants. He barely gets cold in fall.
“Better hurry unless we want to waste all of the hot water, sweetheart.” Peeta teases from the bathroom door.
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You and Peeta have been together for a little over ten years, so it’s only expected that the two of you would move in such a way that is familiar and routinely.
Peeta always lets you step into the shower first, he lets you soak under the warm water before it’s his turn. Then, he’ll pull you into his chest for a sweet hug, just letting the two of you bask into the warmth of each other. He’s constantly giving you kisses, on your shoulder, your neck, and your face.
One time, you were running late for an event and had the misfortune of a quick shower. The usual intimacy the two of you shared was skipped over leaving the both of you feeling a little more restless than normal.
In fact, it seemed to be the only thing driving Peeta’s mind that day as he would make little comments about his day not starting off right whenever given the chance.
It didn’t matter that the two of you were exhausted by the end of the day. The bath was still drawn, and the two of you relaxed in there to make up for what you lost in the morning, even though both of you were on the verge of sleep.
The memory of that day effectively reminds you just how much the small moments you spend together matter to you.
Back in the present, Peeta’s hands rubbed up and down your back, making you shiver.
Your shower routine was done before you could properly savor it and Peeta was wrapping the soft towel around your body, keeping you warm after stepping out into the cool air.
“We have a few hours until the kids are up, what’s on your mind?” Peeta asks, rubbing your arms for extra warmth.
“Food.” You answer immediately.
Peetas laugh echos in your bathroom and your eyes catch his grin through the mirror.
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
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Peeta is an expert in the kitchen.
You’re not bad, but it’s obvious which one of you is better. You can’t really complain, anything Peeta makes you love. Maybe it’s because he grew up as a baker, maybe it’s because he puts care into everything he does, or maybe it’s just because you adore him.
You can’t say that it was a quiet morning; with constant chatter between you two, laughs, and kisses, it wasn’t at all quiet.
While your breakfast is in the pan, Peeta puts on a record containing music from your wedding. He sways with you, grinning at each other even when you're moving too slow for an upbeat song and too fast for a slow song.
“The little ones will be up soon.” You comment, seeing the time on the clock.
Peeta’s arms wrap around your waist, his head on your shoulder, still swaying slightly, “Good, I don’t want to have to reheat the food for them.”
It was a classic breakfast. Fluffy chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, bread, jam (that you made from your fruit garden), and of course the bowls of fruit that you had picked freshly this morning.
“We should go wake them up then.” You said
You felt Peeta’s nod as he pulled you up the stairs.
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Your eldest slept peacefully. You almost felt bad waking him up.
You moved to open the curtains, letting the natural light into his bedroom. You saw him stir at the unfiltered light.
“Hey bud, it’s time to wake up.” Peeta whispered, gently shaking him.
Your seven year old clutched his deer stuffed-animal closer to his body.
You walked over, and sat on the edge so you could shake him.
“Rise and shine, honey.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Slowly but surely, his eyes slowly opened.
“Dad?” He noticed you next, “Mom….is it time to get up already.” He mumbled
Peeta chuckled softly, “Yeah bud, we’ve got the whole day ahead.”
Your son only yawns in response.
“We made breakfast.” You offer, and your son pauses.
“What kind of breakfast?” He asks
“Pancakes, bacon, bread, jam, the whole feast.” Peeta answers
“Okay.” He pushes back the covers and stretches once he stands.
He gives Peeta a hug and a kiss first, then you bend down so he can give you your dose of affection.
“Let’s go wake up your sister.” You say, following your son out of his bedroom door with Peeta close behind you.
Your seven year old shuffles with his stuffed animal still in his arms. Your daughter's room isn’t far so it doesn’t take long before you’re standing outside her bedroom door.
Your son does a short courtesy knock before he opens up the door.
Like your eldests room, the curtains are drawn and the room is mostly dark. Your son immediately goes to his sister's side while you make your way over to the curtains.
Like your son, your daughter scrunches her face when the light pours in. You laugh quietly at how similar they look.
Your son whispers his sister's name and shakes her a little roughly.
“Be a little gentler, bud.” Peeta advises
The boy listens and shakes her again.
Your daughter lets out a little whine at being woken up.
“It’s time to get up, there’s breakfast downstairs.” Your son says softly, gazing at his little sister with expectation while she tears up a bit at the idea of getting up.
“Good morning, honey.” You say, coming up beside your son, and kneeling down.
Peeta sits on the edge of the bed and gives your daughter a kiss on the forehead. You move some hair out of her face.
“Don’t wanna get up.” Your four year old cries.
“But how else are you gonna eat pancakes?” You ask, caressing her cheek affectionately. Internally, you coo at how precious she looks, even in her teary state. One glance at Peeta and you know he’s doing the same.
She looks at you in thought, obviously debating her options.
When she makes up her mind, she looks over at Peeta and raises her arms up, “Daddy!”
Peeta chuckles and effortlessly lifts her up into his arms.
“Let's go get your little brother up.” Peeta says softly to the two of them.
This time Peeta is the first out of the room with your daughter in his arms, then your son, and you right behind him.
When you were just outside of your youngests room, you see your daughter wiggle in Peeta’s arms, an obvious sign that she wanted down.
Your eldest, once again, gave a little knock on the bedroom door, and you even heard a happy giggle on the other side of the door.
“Come on, open it!” Your daughter urged her brother impatiently.
“I am!” He responded with a bit of frustration in his voice.
Peeta wrapped his arm around your waist and chuckled while you both watched them enter your youngests room.
Your one year old son was standing up in his crib with a happy smile on his face.
Your son and daughter ran over and said a chorus of good mornings.
You walked over and pulled your youngest out of his crib. Once you placed him on the ground he was given a couple hugs and kisses from his older siblings.
“Let’s go downstairs and eat bekfest!” Your daughter said, not quite pronouncing ‘breakfast’ correctly.
“Hold my hand.” Your eldest held out his free hand to his brother. But the younger just walked past him as if he didn’t say anything.
“Doesn’t seem like he wants to hold your hand right now, but you can hold mine!” You grinned teasingly, holding out your hand.
“I get to hold your hand all the time.” Your son dismissed already making his way towards his brother, ready to demand for him to hold his hand.
“I’ll hold your hand.” Peeta offered you, grinning as well.
“Who’s gonna hold my hand?” Your daughter cried, suddenly very distraught by the thought of no one holding her hand.
Peeta stooped down and picked her up with a little spin, causing her to giggle.
“I’ll hold you in one arm, and your mom’s hand in the other.” Peeta tickled her, drawing more giggles out of her.
“Sounds good to me.” You said walking over to the two blondes.
“Let us go down first mom and dad.” Your eldest told you, finally getting his brother to hold his hand.
“After you, bud.” Peeta encouraged, grabbing your hand and grinning at his daughter.
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Breakfast was a blur of catering and attempted food fights. It only stopped when your seven year old declared he was going to get dressed and your daughter followed after him claiming that she wanted to get dressed too.
“I’d say that was a successful breakfast.” Peeta commented while eating a few pieces of fruit.
“I’m just glad they didn’t ask for cereal instead.” You laughed, taking the dirty dishes over to the sink. Since Peeta did most of the cooking you agreed to do most of the dishes.
“Mom!” Your daughter's voice cried
You were at the bottom of the stairs in a second, "What is it?” You questioned, scanning her for injuries.
“I can’t get this shirt on!” Her tiny lip wobbled from the top of the stairs, arms craned upward from where they were stuck in her shirt.
“Okay, I can help. Do you want my help?” Your shoulders relaxed at seeing her unharmed state.
Your daughter nodded.
“Everything okay?” Peeta asked, holding your youngest in his arms, the toddler nomming on a piece of fruit.
“Wardrobe malfunction.” You answered, climbing up the stairs.
Peeta nodded and went back into the kitchen.
“I don’t like this shirt.” Your daughter commented as you eased it off of her.
“You wanna pick out another one?” You asked, smoothing down the messy blonde hair on her head.
Your daughter nodded eagerly running towards bedroom, with renewed enthusiasm.
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You’d admit that you weren’t originally the most ecstatic at the idea of building a sandbox. The idea of having to clean all the sand off of them still gives you chills. However, it keeps them entertained and happy so you decide it’s worth it.
You and your husband laid on a picnic blanket, Peeta’s back against a tree and you in his arms.
It had been decided that since you were already planning on spending most of the day outside, you might as well eat lunch outside, hence the picnic supplies.
Now, the picnic basket that’s used more than you could’ve ever imagined is closed, all its contents drained except for your water bottles.
With fall your flowers and trees were going dormant for the winter, and you were already brainstorming flowers to plant in the spring.
“I’m thinking of Marigolds.” You comment after internal debate.
“Those are pretty.” Peeta says while stroking your hair.
“Do you think the kids will want to plant some?” You ask, looking up at him.
Peeta shrugs, “I think they will, but you can ask.”
You let your gaze shift to the horizon and notice the sun going down.
“Should we bring them inside for dinner?” You ask quietly, as if any louder would disturb the peace.
“No. Let’s watch the sunset first.” He kisses your cheek.
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To no one's surprise your children were quite hungry. They ate so quickly you were worried they were going to choke.
After they were done they were already exhausted, which made it quite the challenge to get them to take their baths.
Your daughter nearly fell asleep while you helped her change into her pajamas.
Then, before you could give her a single kiss she was out like a light, snuggling into her blankets.
Your sons waited patiently for their kisses. Though, you could see your youngest fighting sleep. Luckily, he wasn’t fighting for very long. After hugs and kisses from both of his parents he was out like his sister.
Your eldest was the last to be tucked in, enjoying his hugs and kisses while the three of you chatted a little bit about how the day went.
One thing is for sure, they will be well rested by tomorrow morning.
As soon as you quietly closed the door to your eldests room, Peeta pulled you into a hug.
He swayed the both of you lightly, making you want to fall asleep in his arms. You had done your own share of running around today.
He pulled back with a kiss on your cheek but didn't remove his arms.
"I love you." He said quietly.
"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.
"Thank you." Peeta said, confusing you a little bit.
"For what?"
"For giving me a better life than I could've dreamed of, for allowing me to wake up next to you everyday, for loving me."
You kissed his cheek, "I couldn't not love you. I can't imagine another person who could make me as happy as you do, or make me feel as loved as you do."
Peeta's smile was so big and full of emotion that it made your heart soar, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No matter how short or long, I want to spend it with you."
"Well that's good because I also want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Peeta chuckled, "It's cute you think I'd ever let you go." He teased
"Just shut up and kiss me."
"Anything for you, sweetheart."
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edited on 07/24/2024
edited on 04/12/2025
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Genre: fluff? | Action
Pairing (s): Jace Herondale x girlfriend!reader, mention; Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood
Summary: You go demon hunting and Jace decides to tag along.
Warnings: Blood, demons, weapons, walking at night
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Jace's left hand held a sensor while his right held your hand. You were walking through ChinaTown, which was busy considering the time of day. But it was always busy in New York City. The people walked past you without a single glance since you glamoured ourselves sometime prior.
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Jace grins, “I like your idea much better.”
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(All photos found on Pinterest)
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Founded by Isalt Sayre
Favors Scholars
Represents the Mind
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How I see people in Horned Serpent
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Genre: Fluff
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: Heights, cold weather
Characters: TASM!Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales, and Felicia Hardy
Notes:
Established Relationship
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“You want me to do what?” Peter laughed
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Peter looked at you with an amused smile, “You really want me to do this tree lighting that bad, huh?”
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“Mm, as I should.” He pulled you into a kiss
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“I gotta get home before Aunt May comes to check on me.” He nodded towards your bedroom window.
“Goodbye kiss?” You asked
Peter answered you with what you desired.
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“Did you ask Gwen to pester me about the tree lighting too?” Peter asked, walking into your apartment kitchen with his phone out.
“No.” You answered, honestly, leaning against the counter.
“Well,” Peter began wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his chest, “now Gwen is texting me about the tree lighting too.”
You laid your head on his chest and giggled.
“First, my girlfriend, and now my best friend. When will it stop?” Peter complained jokingly
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Peter pinched your side teasingly.
“Yes, we’ll, I’ll definitely be outnumbered by then.” Peter chuckled
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Peter hummed in agreement, “True.” He mumbled
You only grinned.
“What do you get out of this exactly?” Your boyfriend asked
“I get to see you struggle with the lights.” You giggled
Peter snorted, “I’m Spider-man! I fight villains on a daily basis, I'm not gonna struggle with Christmas lights.”
“Then prove it.”
“I guess I am cornered.” Peter considered.
Out of nowhere he picked you up causing you to let out a yelp of surprise.
“Well,” Peter laughed, “first things first, we have to find you the perfect spot to watch me expertly,” he emphasized, “light that tree.”
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True to his word, Peter found you the best spot.
You were currently rewatching the video that the news got of Peter-Spider-man- telling a reporter that he changed his mind about lighting the tree.
“Are you warm enough?” Peter asked while wrapping a scarf around your neck.
“Yep.” You confirmed
A knock on the door caught your attention.
“Are we expecting company?” Peter asked, zipping up his jacket to hide the spidey suit.
“Actually, we were.” You said, walking over to the door.
Gwen’s grinning face met the two of you on the other side. Followed by Felicia, Harry and Miles.
A chorus of greetings made their way into their apartment.
“Are all of you planning on watching me light this tree?” Peter asked
“I think most of America is watching you light this tree, Pete.” Harry said, very unbothered.
“I already told them where we’re planning to watch.” You added
“I’ve got a limo waiting downstairs.” Harry winked
“A real limo too!” Miles said excitedly
“We’re going by limo?” Peter asked
“No, Harry’s going by limo. I’ll get there on my own and so should you, Peter.” Felicia said
“Peters taking me.” You commented
“I could swing over as well.” Miles shrugged
“Well, I can’t swing so I’m taking the limo.” Gwen said
“We’ll meet you there.” Harry said, as he and Gwen walked out the door.
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“You ready, Pete?” Miles asked as he got comfortable on the roof.
“Course.” The brunette responded.
“Good luck, Peter.” Felicia called
“Don’t fall on the stage.” Gwen teased
“And don’t make us look bad.” Harry added
Your boyfriend scoffed and shook his head.
He looked towards you with a teasing expectant look. You hopped up from your spot and wrapped your arms around his tight.
He squeezed you tighter and placed a bunch of kisses on your cheek and neck, causing you to giggle.
“Get a room you two!” Harry yelled
Peter sends him a glare with no real anger in it.
“Wish me luck.” Peter says so only you could hear you.
“Good luck.” You say with one more kiss.
“See ya guys!” Peter called the rest of your friends.
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Apparently, Harry brought his laptop with him so all of you could see Peter better.
You giggled as you watched Peter talk to the celebrity announcer.
You all laughed even more as Peter did fumble with the lights after a worker handed them to him and asked him to wrap them around the tree.
“3……”
“2……”
“1……”
“Happy Holidays!”
The crowd shouted as Peter pressed the button to light the tree.
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“How’d I do?” Peter asked excitedly as he got back to you.
“Amazing! It was great!” You laughed, throwing your arms around him.
“Did you like it?” Peter asked you
“Loved it!” You pressed a bunch of kisses to his cheeks.
“I’m glad.” He pressed a hard kiss to your mouth.
“Alright, Felicia brought a million plates of hot food to my place-“
“Yes! I forgot about that.” Felicia interrupted
“Some warm food sounds good to me.” Mile’s commented
“Food?” Peter asked
“Food.” You agreed
Jace Herondale:
City of Glass
“(…) —but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”
Jace’s letter to Clary in City of Glass
I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you.
Emma Vanity
Marauders Era Masterlist
FC: Andrea Chaparro
MBTI Type: ENTJ
House: Slytherin
Best friend: Dorcas Meadows
Others:
Slytherin Quidditch Team Captain
Chaser
Born wealthy
Adores poems
Loves pet names (but only from people she’s close with)
Has a nickname for all of her close friends
Probably has a pet bird
Not an owl but some sort of bird
Like I want to say she has a pet Raven
Knows a bunch of different dance styles and loves trying new ones
Night > Day
She has definitely voiced that she thinks there should be quidditch matches held during the night (she’s been turned down every time)
Loves learning about herbs
Her best subject is potions
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