#marauders ficmas

[ikkyfics]

Snowball Fight

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: “You’re impossible,” you whispered, unable to hide the fondness in your tone. “And you’re stuck with me,” James replied, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and adoration that made your chest feel impossibly light.

Warnings: just fluffy - a snow fight with the Marauders, James finding any excuse for a kiss, Peter being a traitor (with good reasons, of course), Sirius and Remus because they're adorable

N/A: yeaaaaaaah did you think there wouldn't be a christmas fic? well, I thought so too - but here we are. I've never seen snow, so it's a little ironic lmao

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It was a perfect Christmas morning at Hogwarts. Freshly fallen snow blanketed the castle and grounds like a white mantle, reflecting the pale sunlight and transforming everything into an even more enchanting magical world. James Potter, however, seemed to have boundless energy—perhaps more than usual, given the enthusiasm he showed while holding your hand and pulling you toward the castle’s main doors.

“James, it’s freezing out there!” you protested, laughing as you tried to keep your balance on the slippery floor.

“Exactly! It’s a golden opportunity, my dear. Snow and Christmas go together like... well, like you and me.” He winked dramatically, though the playful expression couldn’t quite hide the faint blush on his cheeks—and it wasn’t just because of the cold.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that threatened to escape. “And what do you have in mind, then? A mischievous Marauder plan or something truly innocent for the first time ever?”

“I’d say you’ll just have to trust my charm,” he said with a grin so daring it was almost impossible not to go along with him.

A few minutes later, the two of you were outside, the cold morning air wrapping around you both. The world seemed incredibly quiet, save for the muffled sound of your boots crunching through the snow.

“So,” James began, his voice loaded with a false casualness as he bent down to scoop up a handful of snow. “Do you think you can get away from me so easily?”

You raised an eyebrow, noticing the mischievous glint in his eyes. “What—”

Before you could finish your sentence, a snowball hit your arm.

“Potter!” you shouted, already leaning down to retaliate, and within seconds, the two of you were laughing and running like children. James moved quickly, almost always dodging your attempts to hit him, but you weren’t exactly easy to catch, either.

That was when unexpected reinforcements arrived. Sirius appeared out of nowhere, dressed in a thick overcoat and sporting a grin that promised trouble. “Need some help, Prongs?”

“Knew you couldn’t resist!” James shouted back, already moving to Sirius’s side as you stared at both of them with a mix of desperation and determination.

“This is unfair! Two against one?” you exclaimed, though you were smiling.

“Two against one?” A calm voice chimed in behind you. Remus. “Doesn’t sound very fair to me.” He smiled slightly, tilting his head in your direction. “Perhaps I’ll root for you.”

“Don’t just root, help!” you said, laughing as Remus discreetly launched a snowball that hit Sirius squarely in the back of the neck.

At that moment, Peter came running in from the side, carrying what looked like the beginnings of a stockpile of snowballs in his arms. “What’s going on here? Need a referee?”

“More like a traitor in the making,” Sirius grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Peter.

“Traitor? I prefer opportunist,” Peter replied with a mischievous grin, tossing a snowball at Remus. “For now, I’m on their side!” He gestured to James and Sirius, but before they could celebrate, Peter had already switched sides. “Or maybe hers. Watching you covered in snow, Sirius, is pretty entertaining.”

The battle raged on with laughter and teasing—James and Sirius forming a chaotic duo while you, Remus, and eventually Peter balanced the scales with clever strategies (and a few playful betrayals). At one point, an explosion of snow flew in all directions, leaving everyone breathless and laughing uncontrollably.

It was then that James, with an unexpectedly clever move, managed to gently “knock” you into the snow. Laughing triumphantly, he leaned over you, his knees sinking slightly into the fluffy blanket of white. The wide grin on his face softened almost instantly as his vibrant blue eyes locked onto yours. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fall silent—not because of the snow’s muffling embrace, but because of the intensity between you.

The messy black hair that always seemed to defy gravity fell into his forehead, framing his flushed cheeks. His glasses had slipped down slightly, fogged up at the edges, making him squint just a bit. That small imperfection made your heart skip in ways that felt both ridiculous and undeniable.

“Caught you,” he said softly, the teasing edge in his voice giving way to something warmer. His breath came out in soft, visible puffs, brushing against your skin in the cold air.

You didn’t respond immediately, your gaze flitting over his features. The unruly hair, the slight tilt of his lips as if he were about to say something funny, the way his eyes seemed impossibly bright against the pale winter landscape—it was all so James.

“Well done, Potter,” you finally managed, a playful lilt in your tone. “You’ve bested me. What are you going to do now? Gloat?”

James chuckled, his weight shifting slightly as he propped himself up with one arm. “Tempting, but I think I’ve earned something better.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was a shyness underneath that made your heart flutter.

“Oh?” you replied, lifting an eyebrow even as your cheeks grew warm. “And what exactly do you think you’ve earned?”

He hesitated, his confidence faltering just enough for you to notice. That hesitation, paired with the way his fingers absently brushed the snow near your shoulder, was unbearably endearing.

You smirked, closing the small gap between you as your voice dropped to a whisper. “James,” you said his name with just enough tenderness to make him stop fidgeting and focus entirely on you. “You’re staring.”

“Can you blame me?” he shot back, his grin returning, though his voice was quieter now. “It’s not every day I get to see you like this. All…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely before rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re just… you know, perfect.”

The words hung in the air between you, his earnestness making your chest tighten.

“You’re terrible at this,” you teased, though your voice cracked slightly from the rush of emotions threatening to bubble over.

“Maybe,” he admitted with a shrug, his own cheeks reddening even more. “But I’m not giving up.”

You laughed softly, the sound breaking the tension for a moment, though neither of you moved away. James leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin despite the chill of the air.

“Is this the moment I get a kiss?” he murmured, his voice low but firm, his blue eyes flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

His smile softened, and you nodded. “I thought you’d never ask.”

That was all the permission he needed. James lowered his head, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was as sweet as it was right. The world seemed still around you, the snow falling silently as his warmth filled every part of you.

When he pulled away, your cheeks were an even deeper shade of red, and you could feel the heat rising to your own face.

“Oi, Prongs!” Sirius’s voice shattered the moment, his tone exaggeratedly scandalized. “Are you two snogging or strategizing? Because from here, it looks like we’re down a teammate!”

“Merlin, James, we’re trying to win here!” Peter chimed in, his breathless voice somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

“Get on with it already, mate!” Remus added, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

James groaned, clearly reluctant to move, but the way he looked at you—his nose almost brushing yours again—made your stomach flip. “Don’t mind them,” he muttered.

You laughed softly, reaching up to adjust his glasses, which were still slightly askew. “They might actually freeze solid if we keep this up.”

“Let them,” James murmured, stealing another quick kiss that made your cheeks burn just as much as his.

Sirius groaned even louder. “Unbelievable! Right, lads, let’s pelt them with snow until they remember they’re on a team!”

Before you could react, a handful of snow hit the side of James’s head, courtesy of Remus. Peter followed up with his own poorly aimed snowball, which hit Sirius instead.

James laughed as he pulled you to your feet, his hand lingering in yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as you both struggled to stifle your laughter.

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, unable to hide the fondness in your tone.

“And you’re stuck with me,” James replied, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and adoration that made your chest feel impossibly light.

The teasing voices of the Marauders grew louder as they approached, Sirius leading the charge with an armful of snowballs. But as James wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, the chaos around you seemed to melt away.

“I hope you know this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your temple.

You smiled, leaning into him as the snow began to fall again. “It’s definitely up there.”

“And next year,” he added, his voice low and full of promise, “I’ll make it even better.”

The snowball that hit the back of his head moments later didn’t do much to ruin the moment. If anything, it only made the laughter that followed even sweeter.

[sunkissedscribbles]

☆ 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝑆 𝑅𝐸𝐷 – 𝐻𝑂𝐺𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝟼

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“C’mon, it’s just a kiss!” James shakes his head as he follows you into the common room, but you’re determined to brush him off. He’s been going on about how his resolution this year was to get at least a kiss from you, but of course, this excuse isn’t convincing you either. Just like how his previous ones didn’t, either.

“I told you, James,” you roll your eyes, kicking your shoes off before heading through the common room. “I will not kiss you.”

“But-” but you are quicker than the brown-haired boy, cutting him off.

“When the snow turns red, Potter,” you swiftly make your way up the stairs before giving him another chance.

You keep rejecting him day after day not being sure his intentions really are what he makes them to be like. So, you just brush him off every time he tries something.

But the next day…

Oh, the next day. Pure shock plastered over your face, you make your way down the stairs after you look out the window of your dorm. Oh, you shouldn’t have threatened him like that. Never mess with a Marauder, and never tell him things that seem impossible because he bends the laws of physics the way he’d bend you over a desk. Just like now: the Hogwarts grounds covered with a white layer of snow as of yesterday look like a hell of a crime scene right now. Let’s hope James didn’t actually murder people in a creative haze to paint the scenery crimson.

You must smile, though. He did it. He actually wanted that kiss so bad that he found a way to colour the snow.

“Ah, Y/N what a day!” he grins, noticing you descending from the gallery. “Did you admire th-”

But his words are cut short by your lips crashing into his, and he has to fight a gasp before melting into the gesture, tugging you closer by grabbing your waist gently.

“I thought it would take a bit more teasing than you flying into my arms first thing in the morning,” he mutters against your lips with a teasing tone, his breathing slightly ragged.

You respond with a chuckle, “I keep my word, you know. How did you do that? With the snow?”

James chuckles. He’s been up all night, trying to convince Moony to help him until he found the spell himself, “Let’s just say your wish is my command.”

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[meelusinee]

SANTA'S IN TOWN | J.P X READER

word count \ 1.4k | chritstmas fluff | slash / james potter x reader

in which you dress james up as santa to surprise your kid author's note at the end!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

SANTA'S IN TOWN | J.P X READER

The fireplace was warmly lit right in the middle of the living room, Hari surrounded with people in the living room.

Sirius and Remus were both snuggled tight on the couch, with Sirius complaining about being cold despite being directly in front of the fireplace. Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary were sat on the rug with Harry, playing trains on the rug you had gotten for him recently.

It was a small gift for Hari, a little rug with train tracks and other designs on it made so he could play with his toys. Of course, James ended up using it more than you did, but at least he used it with Harry most of the time.

Which led you to where you were right now. Currently holding the white beard your husband would have to put on to finish his Santa costume.

“Are you sure that I have to go out there looking like this?” James grumbled, his hands running through his hair that had been charmed white. “Sirius will definitely call me old!”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, looking at him with a small smirk. “I think you look rather dashing with the white hair, y’know.”

“Now that you mention it,” he mumbled under his breath, running his hand through his hair again as he leaned forward a bit more. In all honesty, he did look rather good with white hair. “I do look rather dapper, if I do say so myself.”

“Yes you do,” you smiled, walking forward and kissing his cheek lovingly. “You wanna put the beard on now?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, grabbing the beard and putting it on. You thought that he made a rather good Santa, especially after seeing his eyes crinkle at the side. “You think Hari will like it?”

“I think he’ll love it.” you whispered, kissing his cheek lovingly. You knew Hari would love it, even though the clever boy would probably realize it was his dad after a couple of minutes. “He can’t love something he doesn’t know exists though.”

James gasped dramatically before nodding. “You’re right!” he said, quickly rushing to the door to grab the boots he bought for the costume.

“I’ll go out first,” you smiled, kissing his forehead. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Anything for you,” he whispered softly, pouting as he realized he couldn’t kiss you. He compromised, instead booping your nose with his gloved hand. “And Bambi, of course.”

You chuckled at that. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” he smiled softly.

“Hari!” you smiled widely, walking up to him as he waddled to you. “Hey baby.”

“Mama!” he smiled, hugging you as tight as a five year old really could. Which, surprisingly, was rather tight. “Where were you?”

“Mama was helping Daddy get ready for work,” you said with a small smile, kissing his forehead lovingly. “And, she has been very busy writing some letters to Santa for you.”

“Santa is coming?” Hari asked you excitedly, jumping up and down before you got a chance to say yes or no. “Thank you mama!”

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” you whispered, kissing his forehead and leading him to the couch.

Everyone got ready near the tree for photos, the fireplace barely crackling now as the kindle wood finally burnt itself dry. Remus was currently holding the camera, extending his arm far so everyone was in the photo. Lily, Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas were all standing together. Sirius was planning on hanging off of Remus’ shoulder, though him and Regulus started fighting midway through. Barty and Frank were both laughing in the background, Evan hitting them both with a newspaper.

And you were off in the corner with Hari in your arms, currently bouncing him up and down to distract him from all the noise. As much as you and Hari loved your family, you found that he didn’t like loud noises very much or very often.

“What’s on your mind, bubs?” you whispered, trying to divert his attention to just you while you had the chance. You didn’t need to try too hard to distract him though, as he was currently staring down the fireplace. “Something cool over there?”

“The fire’s green,” he mumbled, hand pointing at the tiny embers left kindling.

You gasped dramatically, watching as the fire roared and a tall man came out. He had on a red outfit and hat, along with glasses and white hair. “Is that Santa Claus?”

“Santa Claus!” Hari said happily, clapping his hands. Both of you walked over to where Santa, James, was standing. He had a sack of presents flung over his shoulder, and a wide smile on his face. “Hi there Mr. Santa!”

“Well, hello there!” James said, leaning down as his smile brightened even farther. He had gone the extra bit to try and deceive Hari, changing his eyes to a light blue color and his voice to a higher tone. “I’ve been told I’m making a visit to a very special boy this year, is that right?”

“I dunno,” Harry said, shrugging simply as he rested in your arms. “What’s his name?”

“Let me check.” James said seriously, pulling out a parchment paper with Hari’s name written in bold black ink. “His name is Hari Potter, do you know him?”

Hari laughed, clapping his hands again as he looked at the paper. “That’s me!”

“That’s you?” he asked, gasping dramatically before chuckling. His hands reached out to hold Hari, which you easily obliged to. “Well I’ll be, I’ve met a celebrity then!”

“I’m not a celebrity, Mr. Santa.” he said, still giggling. “I’m just Hari.”

“Just Hari is a great thing to be.” he smiled, placing Hari down on the floor before placing his sack of presents next to him. “Your mom pulled in a little favor and said you can open a couple of presents early, did you know that?”

Hari looked up at you with the widest smile you had ever seen on his face, and you knew that moment was one of the best moments you would ever have in your life. James obviously thought so too, his eyes crinkling from smiling so hard. You weren’t sure if he could even see with how far they crinkled, but you knew that he wouldn't care much.

“I can?” Hari asked excitedly, smiling brightly.

“Yes, ‘course you can.” James smiled, pulling out a medium sized present and handing it to Hari. “Here you go, Merry Christmas.”

Hari gasped loudly, opening it up to find a book that he had been wanting for ages. It was one you saw him eyeing every time you went to Hogsmeade, a book about the Quidditch team that his father played on. It listed every single member and their rank on the team, including photos of James and his broom. That was always Hari’s favorite part.

“Thank you so much Mr. Santa!” he smiled brightly, waddling over to the big green arm chair you had dedicated to your nightly reading sessions.

“Thank you, Mr. Santa.” you said softly, rubbing Hari’s hair lovingly as you kept the bit up. You watched as he opened the book and ran his fingers over the words so he could read it easier. You smiled softly, kissing his forehead with as much love as you could ever muster.

Santa Claus, or James, went through the fireplace just as quick as he appeared. His body went through in a green and misty fire, most likely apperating back to the bedroom to undress. You sat down next to Hari, the chair big enough for both of you to sit and read.

You barely noticed the rest of your family going around the house, Sirius and Barty guiding most of them to the kitchen for shots. Lily and Mary stayed behind though, both of them sitting next to you and helping you reenact the stories the book told.

“Dada!” Hari said, his eyes focusing on James as soon as he walked down the stairs. “You just missed Santa Claus!”

“I did?” James asked dramatically, frowning deeply as he stepped forward into the living room. “It seems he left presents too.”

“Oh yes, tons of them.” you smiled. “He even let Hari open one early, isn’t that right Hari?”

“Yeah!” he said, holding up the book with your assistance. “Look dada, it’s you!”

James smiled brightly as he saw the book, though you could tell it was a smile of genuine shock. James had been distracting Hari while you shopped for and wrapped presents, which made unwrapping the presents all the more remarkable.

“That is me!” he said, kneeling down to rest his head on the armrest of the large reading chair. “Why don’t you read it to me, bub?”

“Okay!” Hari smiled, sitting up properly as his fingers traced the words once more. His voice came out neat and crisp, even if he did stumble over a couple of words sometimes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

i mainly worked on this today, but i did start on it yesterday so there's that i think? i'm still trying to recover from losing my daily streak that i had :/ BUT i will get back into it, maybe more like two to three times a week rather than every day. as a sidenote, i made a second blog for reposts and other things! if you want to check it out, its @meelusinees

AS ALWAYS, please like, comment, and reblog! i thank everyone who does genuinely it means so muchh and thank u all for the support!

[lupinsweater]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

James Potter x Latina!Reader 🎁 1.2k words

← part one part three →

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You were frustrated.

Ever since your apartment complex had gotten a new postman in January, your mail had been getting mixed up. At the beginning, it had been a logical mistake. By now, though, you almost expected to see the name “James Potter” printed across the packages you had outside your door.

James lived in apartment 210- it was one of the nicer ones on your floor that had been newly remodeled. You lived in apartment 218 (which had not been newly renovated, and was much cheaper). James’ nice new apartment number had a fancy little slash through the 0, and your apartment number was falling apart- the middle of the 8 had chipped away, making it more like a 0.

You’d been leaving each other’s mail outside your doors, which worked fine, but it had been a nuisance, to say the least. Now that it was December, the thought of Christmas packages getting mixed up was just too much. Throwing on a jumper and grabbing the package you had received for James that morning, you marched down the stairs towards the front desk. If you could see your reflection, you were positive you would see steam coming out of your ears.

What happened next was fully your own fault. You had been known to have a one track mind, and today was certainly no exception. That’s how you found yourself slamming face first into a very handsome, very angry man.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, stumbling backwards and fumbling with the package in your hands. The handsome man’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he reached forward to grab your waist to stabilize you.

“I’m so sorry-”

“That was totally my fault-”

You both chuckled awkwardly, and he removed his hand from your waist, grinning sheepishly. He held it out to you as he said, “James Potter. I’m so sorry again.”

“Oh! James!” You said. He furrowed his brows in confusion, and you blushed, quickly amending, “Sorry. Our mail just keeps getting mixed up.” You reached out to shake his hand, giving him your name as you did so.

His eyes lit up in recognition. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a few letters with your name on them, and you handed him the package.

“Bit ridiculous that this keeps happening, isn’t it?” James chuckled awkwardly as you pocketed your mail. You groaned, despite yourself.

“Tell me about it. I was just heading down to the front desk to complain about it again. I’m not sure what more they can do about it, but it just needed to be said.”

“Oh, brilliant! I was just going to do the same thing,” James said, grinning brightly. His smile could have lit a whole room, and you could feel your cheeks flush. “Why don’t we go down together? Maybe it will be more effective that way.”

“Alright,” you said with a nod, smiling at him in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward. The two of you made your way over to the elevator, and he followed you in, pressing the button for the lobby as he did so. You were grateful your apartments were only on the second floor- the elevator ride was only a bit uncomfortable. When you reached the ground floor, he gestured for you to exit first, and he followed you over to the front desk. James slipped around you, and leaned against the desk casually.

“Good morning, Mrs. Pince,” James said, winking at the older woman playfully. She hardly looked up from her computer as she replied.

“Mr. Potter. To what do I owe the immense pleasure?” she said dryly. James deflated slightly, and you bit back a laugh.

“Well, you see, it’s about my mail…” James started sheepishly. She looked up sharply from her computer, sighing impatiently at him.

“I’ve already told you, Mr. Potter, there’s not much more I can do. You could try waiting for the mailman, but he isn’t consistent with his delivery times. I’m afraid you might be out of luck.�� She began typing again, clearly dismissing him.

“Please, Mrs. Pince,” you pleaded, pushing him out of the way slightly to come up to the desk as well. She looked up at you and sighed again, turning to face you with a glare that made you shrink into yourself. “This has been an issue since January. It’s December. Surely you can talk to the mailman when he comes tomorrow?”

“As I just said to Mr. Potter, there’s nothing else I can do for the two of you,” she repeated flatly, turning back to her computer. She pushed her glasses up her pointy nose as she said, “It seems the two of you know each other well enough, anyways. I can’t imagine it’s that much of an issue.”

You huffed, opening your mouth to yell at her, but James grabbed your arm quickly, giving you a warning glance and tugging you away from the desk. As he guided you back towards the elevator, you grumbled.

“What was that for? I was about to give her a piece of my mind,” you said, glaring at him. He just shook his head.

“Yelling at her won’t change anything, besides giving her a reason to try to get you evicted,” James said patiently. “Besides, she’s stubborn. If she refuses to talk to the mailman, then there’s nothing else we can do about it.” The elevator arrived again, and he nudged you inside, pressing the button to your floor.

“I hate that you’re right,” you mumbled, kicking at the elevator floor lamely. James smiled.

“Hey, it’s not so bad. At least we’ve met now- I don’t feel weird knocking on your door to give you your packages. I don’t want any Christmas things to get stolen.”

You nodded. “That was my biggest concern. Maybe I’ll try leaving notes on my door again, too. Not that it helped last time.”

James laughed. “Hey, I did that too. Maybe the mailman can’t read.”

You snorted unattractively, then clamped a hand over your mouth, wide-eyed. James raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting back a grin, and you felt your cheeks heat up again.

“Well, if we’re stuck with this mess, at least we can make the best of it,” he said, leaning casually against the elevator wall. His easy confidence was almost contagious, and you found yourself relaxing slightly. “I mean, it’s been eleven months of mixed-up mail. Maybe it’s the universe’s way of forcing us to be friends.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head in mock skepticism. “Friends, huh? I don’t even know what kind of mail you get, James Potter. For all I know, you could be ordering dodgy stuff off the internet.”

James feigned a look of scandalized offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “Dodgy stuff? I’ll have you know, I’m an upstanding citizen! My mail is nothing but perfectly respectable Christmas decorations, thank you very much.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine, and James grinned triumphantly. When the elevator doors opened again, you both stepped out and lingered in the hallway, neither of you in a hurry to leave.

“Well,” you said, clutching the mail in your hands, “I guess I’ll see you the next time the postman gets it wrong, which will probably be tomorrow.”

James sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “At this point, I feel like we should just swap keys so we can handle this ourselves.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Right, because that wouldn’t be weird at all.”

He smirked. “Okay, bad idea. But seriously, if this keeps up, maybe we should leave a complaint together. A united front might do the trick.

You shrugged. “We can try. Though judging by Mrs. Pince’s reaction just now, I’m not holding my breath.”

James nodded in agreement. “Fair point. I guess we’ll just keep playing mail roulette for now. At least it keeps things interesting.”

“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use,” you muttered.

He grinned, stepping back toward his apartment.

“Alright, well, see you at the next hand-off. Maybe next time we’ll get lucky, and the mailman will actually deliver things correctly for once.”

“Don’t jinx it,” you said with a small smile.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he called over his shoulder as he turned toward his door. “Have a good night!”

“You too,” you replied, heading back to your apartment.

As you stepped inside and set the mail down on the counter, you felt some of your earlier frustration ebb away. Sure, the constant mix-ups were annoying, but at least now there was a friendly face—and a pretty attractive one, at that—to go with the name on all those packages. Maybe dealing with the mail wasn’t going to be as much of a hassle as you’d thought.

[siriuslysmoking]

Visiting Family With Regulus

A/N: Day 24, this is my dysfunctional family, longer one because honestly I wish Regulus was with me at my family Christmas.

"Love, it will be fine," Regulus assures you while you stand outside of your grandmother's door. Your sister and your mom both agreed to meet there with both of their husbands.

"I hope she's on her best behaviour." You take a breath, looking towards Regulus, "She's gonna treat you like how she used to treat my dad."

"I know, darling." He nods, opening the screen door for you.

You slip off your shoes at the door adding your sneakers to the ever growing pile of everyone's shoes. You both make your way up the stairs into the living room, hearing the commotion before you see it.

You laugh as you see your two cousins playing, one with a much bigger advantage of nineteen years, the five year old and twenty-four year old restle on the living room floor, while your grandfather complains that they're blocking the TV.

Regulus places a reassuring hand on the small of your back while you make your way into the kitchen, your grandmother smiles tightly giving you a hug, while looking to Regulus over your shoulder. "Regulus! We missed you at Thanksgiving... and Easter."

"Yes, I'm sorry about that, I was working."

"You always seem to be." She gives him a tight smile, while you make eyes at your mom across the room who had had to deal with this since your father got his job.

You and Regulus make your way back into the living room, giving hugs to family on your way to the couch. "Oh! Gimme."

You take your cousin's child from your aunt, giving him all the love you can. Regulus just gives you the look while your aunt says, "About time for you two to have one of your own, don't you think."

You choose to ignore her, you don't like speaking about your and Regulus' extra curriculars in front of the family, so when you are pregnant you will announce it but the last thing you want to do is tell your family that you're trying.

"Leave her alone." You mom butts into the conversation.

"What I'm just saying, they've been married for what? Two years?"

"Not everyone gets pregnant before they get married, Sammy." Your other aunt joins the conversation.

"You would know all about that, Sarah." You mom just shakes her head at her sisters antics. You and all of your cousin's have agreed that your mom is the only normal one, Mrs. Four husbands with six kids, and Mrs. Three husbands with four.

Regulus laughs quietly into your shoulder while you hold little Henry.

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Taglist: @bunnyweasley23 @arinexeisnotworking

[dewdr0pz]

CAN I HAVE A HOT CHOCOLATE WITH MY POOKIE BOO SIRIUS?

Feed me mother 😼

(perhaps a few tickles or maybe not :3)

baby, it's cold outside *ੈ🎄✩‧₊

summary: your first night at Sirius's house during the holiday season <3

a/n: this is the first story for ficmas!! woohoo!! also thank you to my platonic wife @justzoeee for requesting this 🫶 (also here's the recipe to the cookies that the reader and Sirius make if anyone wants them, the only change is that they use the green and red M&Ms)

tags: @back-totheoldhouse @daemontargaryennn @o-kye @unbeleevable @mochamuff1n @prettysinners (this is me just guessing who would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be removed/added from the taglist!!)

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warnings: reader's nervous, modern au (not a warning but a heads up), mentions of reader's family not being the best

You quickly walked up the stairs to Sirius's apartment level (why didn't they have a working elevator in the building?), your teeth chattering from the cold; if it was going to be so cold outside, why wasn't there at least snow?

You blew hot air into your clasped palms before knocking on the door. His festive wreath was on his door, completed with small jingle bells, pinecones, and a large red bow.

The door creaked open to reveal a beaming Sirius dressed in a Christmas sweater, joggers, and a mug of hot cocoa in his hand.

"Doll! Come in, come in," he ushered you inside, "you must be freezing." He set his mug down on the coffee table in front of the sofa before helping you take off your winter coat and scarf. "You look so cute bundled up like that, baby," he teased. He cupped your cheeks in his warm hands before wincing. "Merlin, baby, you're ice cold. You want hot cocoa?"

"Yes, please," you smiled. "And I was thinking..." You slid your hands on top of his. "We should bake cookies."

"I'm one step ahead of you," Sirius snapped his fingers and pulled you to the kitchen. On the counter were assorted ingredients for baking—flour, sugar, the likes of it—and an extra mug put to the side next to a packet of instant hot cocoa.

"Funny how you prepped all of this knowing that all you're going to do is eat the batter and look pretty," you teased, getting a bowl from the cupboard and organizing the ingredients in a more tidy manner.

"Is there something wrong with looking pretty, babe?" Sirius laughed, sitting in an empty space on the counter near you. "And I help with baking! I got the ingredients for you, didn't I?"

"Siri, you grabbed bread flour," you giggled, "and by the looks of what you're trying to make," you motioned at the open recipe on his phone, "you need brown sugar, not white." You grabbed what was needed from his cupboards and started adding ingredients, Sirius handing you what was needed.

"Sirius, stop eating the M&Ms!" you laughed, catching Sirius taking handfuls out of the bag. He smiled sheepishly and put the rest of the handful into the batter.

"Now I'll taste extra sweet when you kiss me," he teased, poking your side.

"I think you'll still taste like steamed cabbage," you playfully retorted.

Your head was resting on Sirius's lap as you were slowly dozing off, his fingers gently massaging your head. Home Alone was playing in the background.

"You awake, love?" Sirius chuckled quietly. "Maybe we should get you to bed."

"I should be heading home soon," you yawned. "It's getting late."

"Nooo," he whined playfully. "Baby, it's cold outside and you're tired."

"I don't want to bother you," you said nervously, looking up at him.

"You're not a bother," he shook his head. "What is a bother is the fact that you're not asleep right now in my pajamas in my bed."

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you asked, sitting up a little to rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'll probably call in sick," he shrugged a shoulder. "It's too cold to drive anywhere."

"Are you sure I won't bother you?" you pressed.

"100%," he grinned. He lifted you up into a bridal style like it was nothing. "C'mon, let's get you to bed. I have tons of stuff planned for us tomorrow."

"Like what?" you asked, laughing when he dramatically dropped you on the bed and tossed his warm hoodie and pajama pants on your head.

"Decorating the tree, ice skating, making a gingerbread house..." he listed off.

"You sure we can do all of that in one day?" you chuckled, slipping off your clothes and sliding into his.

"If we can't, then I guess you'll have to keep coming over," he sighed in faux disappointment. "Such a shame. And you might even have to stay for Christmas."

"A tragedy indeed," you giggled, tucking yourself in under the covers and curling up next to Sirius.

"Do you want to stay for Christmas?" he asked softly. "We can bring some of your stuff over so that you can stay."

"Better than spending Christmas with my family," you sighed. "Staying with you's better than listening to my relatives tell me about how I'm a failure in life."

"Well, they can kiss my ass," Sirius teased. "I'm stealing you away and they can't do shit."

"Sounds perfect," you grinned.

[kayla-and-the-moon]

what should I write

thinking of posting a draft for a fic, hoohoo- tell me interweb, which one deserves to be put out :')

If you have any requests I'd love to hear em (no nsfw tho) 💫

[introverted-and-unhinged]

But like 👉🏼👈🏼 if I were to make a random writing comeback through ficmas (I’m thinking 12 fics or microfics for the 12 days leading up to Christmas)…what should I write? 🥹

(I have enough ideas to just do it. I just want to see if people have requests because I’d like to start like engaging with yall more here.)

[hyperfixation-fix]

I'm gonna manually rewire my brain with Christmas fluff fics so that I actually enjoy Christmas again

Wolfstar Holiday fic recs

Let me know what I missed (including self recs) 💙❄️⛄🌲🌨️🎁🕯️🕎

-tis the damn season by moonymoment @mayescapade fake dating, petty dislike to lovers

-I'll Be Home for Christmas by MsAlexWP modern magical

-Ask me what I want, Sirius by her_smile_forges_galaxies: @her-smile-forges-galaxies enemies (ish) to lovers

-every christmas from now on by mandarino_o fake dating

-Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon by tealeavesandtrash @tealeavesandtrash

-To All a Good Night by msalexwp: Holiday fluff

-The Holiday by lizpaige: get together ft raising teddy

-Christmas Canoodles by softsilkentofu: ft moonwater friendship and lots of pining, magical

-Holiday Traditions by MoonCat457 magical, peeks into 31 holidays

-Let Nothing You Dismay Christmas 79 at Hogwarts

-Advent by coyotesuspect holidays at Hogwarts

-A bright particular star by torch wolfstar last Christmas at Hogwarts

**Jegulus ones**

-early morning, coffee cups by alarainai @alarainai

-And so, Happy Christmas by her_smile_forges_galaxies fluff

[ikkyfics]

Letter to Santa Claus

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: you convince Remus to write a letter to Santa Claus

Warnings: fluffy, a Remus capable of doing the silliest things for you, takes place after graduation from Hogwarts

Masterlist

Christmas had always been a time of difficult memories for Remus. Not that he didn’t like the magic of the season, but the combination of life’s uncertainties and the loneliness that had followed him for so long made any celebration feel melancholic. You knew this, of course. Remus was an open book to you — a book you loved rereading and understanding more deeply with every page.

That December night, you were in the small cabin you shared, lit by the lights of the Christmas tree. The sweet smell of freshly baked cookies mixed with the scent of pine from the tree. Remus was on the couch, a book in his hands and a blanket casually draped over his shoulders. His brown hair was disheveled, and you could swear he looked even more handsome this way, with the marks of time and the struggles he had faced visible in his scars. To you, every detail about him — the deep eyes that reflected wisdom and sadness, the gentle gestures, even the way his rough fingers touched the pages of his book — was part of the man you loved so deeply.

You appeared in the room with a conspiratorial smile, carrying paper and pens. “Remus, I have an idea.”

He looked up from his book, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. “This is dangerous.”

“Let’s write letters to Santa Claus,” you announced, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Letters to Santa? We’re adults.”

“Adults who need to remember how to dream,” you replied, sitting next to him and handing him a sheet of paper. “Come on, just this once.”

He hesitated, but the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you gave him away: he’d do anything you asked. Even if it was ridiculous. He sighed theatrically but took the pen.

“Fine. What are you going to ask for, then?”

“Secret!” you replied with a mischievous smile, already writing your letter.

You both stayed silent for a few minutes, the sound of pens gliding over paper filling the air. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye as Remus wrote, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. It was impossible not to get lost in the sight of him. Every time you saw those large hands holding something so delicately — a paper, a book, or your face — you felt a wave of uncontrollable love.

When you were done, you were the first to fold your letter and set it aside, smiling. Remus took a little longer, as if the words were hard to confess, even to the paper.

“Done,” he finally murmured, folding the sheet and placing it next to yours.

“Did you write a lot?” you asked, leaning over to peek.

“Curious, aren’t you?” He laughed, pulling you closer. “But if we’re doing this right, I’ll ask: what did you ask for?”

“I can’t tell you. Otherwise, it won’t come true,” you replied, laughing, but your eyes sparkled with happiness. “But I’ll tell you one thing: I think I already have everything I wanted.”

Remus looked at you, his smile softening. “Me too.”

You noticed the sincerity in his voice, and your heart tightened with love. Holding his face in your hands, you brushed your thumb over one of the scars that crossed his cheek. “Do you have any idea how much I love you, Remus?”

His brown eyes seemed to melt under the intensity of your gaze. “No matter how much you think you love me, I love you more.”

You laughed softly, lowering your face to kiss the tip of his nose, which was slightly cold from the night’s temperature. “I think we’re tied, Lupin,” you teased, sliding your fingers through his hair, messing up the already disheveled strands.

Remus closed his eyes at your touch, leaning into your hand as if that simple gesture could dissolve any tension he carried. “If that’s the case, I’ll accept the tie,” he murmured, gently pulling you closer.

You both settled into the couch naturally, as if each movement had been rehearsed for years. He wrapped his arms around you, the warmth of his body pushing away the cold of the night. You snuggled against his chest, feeling the calm rhythm of the heart you loved so much.

“I’m starting to think you made up this whole letter-to-Santa story just so I’d stay glued to you like this,” he joked, softly kissing the top of your head.

“Maybe,” you replied, laughing softly and drawing lazy circles with your finger on his chest, over the blanket you both shared. “But you’re not complaining.”

“Not for a second,” he admitted, squeezing you lightly against him.

You stayed like that for a while, exchanging sweet words and small kisses. The world seemed quiet and distant, reduced to the soft light of the Christmas tree blinking in the room. You sighed contentedly, thinking how perfect that moment was — even with all the challenges life brought, being with Remus made it all worthwhile.

Eventually, you both got up and decided to head to bed. The cabin was small, and your room felt even cozier on that chilly night. Before falling asleep, Remus remembered the gifts you’d prepared for your friends. “Do you think Sirius will like the wine we picked? Or will he say it’s ‘too sophisticated’ for his taste?”

You laughed, lying down next to him and pulling the covers over both of you. “He’ll pretend he doesn’t like it just to tease us, but he’ll keep it safe. Now, James’… I hope the ‘Dad of the Year’ t-shirt isn’t too much.”

Remus laughed with you, a soft, comforting sound. “Too much? He’ll wear it until Lily begs him to retire it.”

You laughed a little more before he pulled you closer, kissing your forehead. His hands found yours, fingers intertwining naturally. He kissed the corner of your lips, and you sighed against him.

When sleep finally came, you were completely tangled up, as if even the harshest winter couldn’t separate the two of you.

The next morning, the pale rays of the sun slipping through the cracks in the curtains were the first to wake you. Remus was still sleeping deeply beside you, his arms firmly around you, his face relaxed. For a moment, you lay there, taking in every detail of him — the gentle curve of his lips, the almost imperceptible trace of a smile, and the scars that, far from diminishing his beauty, only told stories that made him even more special to you.

With great care, you began to untangle yourself from his arms. Remus mumbled something inaudible and shifted slightly, but you managed to slip away without waking him. He nestled back into the pillow, his face partially hidden by the covers, and your heart tightened with love at the sight of him.

Moving silently, you made your way to the living room, where the letters still lay on the table. Taking Remus’ letter, you opened it carefully, a rush of anxiety running through your veins. The idea of writing letters to “Santa” had been yours from the start, and you knew exactly why: to discover what Remus truly wanted. Not a material gift, but something that came from the depths of his heart — something you could make happen.

As your eyes glided over the words in the letter, your heart raced, and a sweet emotion washed over you:

Dear Santa,

I don’t want anything for myself, just for her to never leave me.

— Remus

Holding the paper between your hands, you bit your lip to hold back the smile. He always had that simple, straightforward way, but the weight of the meaning behind his words was immense. Taking a deep breath, you pressed the letter to your chest, already determined. “Oh, Remus,” you whispered softly. “You have no idea.”

You folded the letter carefully and put it back in place. Then, you returned to the bedroom, where he remained in the same position you had left him. You climbed into bed slowly, settling next to him and pulling the covers over both of you. Resting your head on his chest, you left a soft kiss there and whispered, “I love you so much. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” came his response, unexpected but full of affection, his voice hoarse from sleep. “What intrigues me is your inability to keep your curiosity in check.”

You froze for a moment before lifting your face to look at him. His eyes were half open, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You were awake?”

“Did you really think you could escape from me that easily?” he teased, running his fingers through your hair. “So, tell me, what did you think of my request?”

You sighed, feeling the heat rise to your face. “I think… you already have the answer, Remus. I’m not going anywhere. Never. You’re stuck with me forever.”

He chuckled softly, and the sound echoed in his chest, warming your heart even more. “I already knew that. I just needed to get it on record with Santa, in case you changed your mind.”

“Idiot,” you replied, laughing along with him. After a moment, you turned to look him in the eyes. “But since we’re talking about this, maybe you should know what I asked for.”

“I’m listening,” he said, his tone more serious now, his brown eyes fixed on yours.

“I asked for you to be happy. Even on the hard days, even when you think you don’t deserve it. Because you do, Remus. More than anyone I know.”

For a moment, he fell silent, his gaze soft and filled with emotion. Then, he pulled you even closer, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead before murmuring against your skin: “I am happy, you know? With you. Only with you.”

“Looks like Santa’s early this year,” you replied, laughing softly as you snuggled back against him.

“And efficient,” he added, wrapping you in his arms.

While the world outside remained cold and silent, you stayed there, tangled together, talking about everything and nothing, sharing gentle touches and loving whispers. Because, in the end, the greatest gift you could wish for was already right there, in his arms.

[sunkissedscribbles]

☆ 𝐶𝐻𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿 𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑁 – 𝐻𝑂𝐺𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝟷𝟸

PAIRING: remus lupin x reader (after hogwarts)

☆ HOGMAS 2024 LIST ☆ MASTERLIST ☆ TAG LIST ☆ KIARA'S PART

The faint glow of the Christmas tree lights flickered in the corner of the small sitting room, casting soft shadows across the walls. You sat on the floor by the hearth, a steaming cup of tea in your hands, waiting for the familiar creak of the door that signaled Remus was back.

When he finally came, your heart clenched. He stepped inside, his shoulders hunched under the weight of exhaustion, his skin pale and marked with faint scratches. He gave you a weak smile, one that didn’t quite reach his tired eyes.

“You should be asleep,” he murmured, closing the door behind him and setting his bag down by the coat rack.

“And miss my favourite part of Christmas?” you replied softly, setting the tea aside and getting up. You crossed the room in a few steps, wrapping your arms around him carefully, mindful of any lingering soreness. “You’re home. That’s all that matters.”

He hesitated for only a moment before melting into your embrace, his head resting against your shoulder. His breath hitched, and you knew he was holding back the emotions that always came after a transformation.

“It wasn’t so bad this time,” he muttered, though you could hear the strain in his voice.

“Still bad enough,” you said gently, pulling back just enough to cup his face. Your thumbs brushed against the dark circles under his eyes, and your heart ached for him. “Come sit by the fire. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“You don’t have to fuss over me,” he protested, though he let you guide him to the worn couch by the fireplace.

“I’m not fussing. It’s Christmas. I’m spoiling you. There’s a difference,” you teased, earning a faint chuckle from him as he sank into the cushions.

Once he was settled, you brought him a fresh cup of tea and draped a warm blanket over his lap. He sipped the tea slowly, his gaze fixed on the fire as you perched beside him. Silence lingered for a moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that felt like home.

“You’re too good to me,” he said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned to look at you, and for the first time that night, his eyes held something warmer than weariness.

“Not possible,” you replied, reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together. “You deserve this, Remus. And so much more.”

He didn’t answer, but the way he squeezed your hand said enough. Leaning into you, he let his head rest on your shoulder, and you pressed a soft kiss to his hair, the faint scent of pine and winter still clinging to him. The two of you stayed like that, bathed in the glow of the fire and the twinkling lights of the tree, as the world outside fell into a quiet, snowy peace.

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[meelusinee]

CHRISTMAS MARKETS | R.L X READER

word count \ 1.0k | christmas fluff | slash / remus lupin x reader

in which you and remus go christmas gift shopping for everyone else! author's note at the end!

FOR THE FICMAS MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING | REMUS LUPIN X READER

It was snowing outside, your body bundled up in layer after layer of jacket. 

Remus found it rather cute, if he was being honest. You had a sweater over a collared shirt, with a turtleneck underneath both of those. Leggings under your tights, your ankle-length skirt bundled with a petticoat underneath. You layered a red  button-up cardigan above all of that, which Remus was pretty sure was his.

On top of all of that, you had a huge scarf covering both your ears and nose. 

“Are you toasty in there?” Remus asked, his hands wrapping around the bundle of fabric separating his hand from your waist. 

“Yup.” you nodded, voice muffled from the scarf. Your body made a loud shuffling noise as you turned around, waddling through his dormitory to grab your shopping bag. 

Remus smiled softly at the sight of it.

“Alright.” he said, grabbing his tote bag and holding your hand. “Shall we go, then?”

You nodded again. “Yup.”

Remus chuckled softly, walking slow to match the pace of your waddling fabric.

“These apples look nice.” you said, eyes crinkling at the side as you held them up. “A nice, shiny red color I tell you. They’d be perfect for pie.”

Remus smiled softly, kissing the inch of your forehead that wasn’t covered by your beanie. You had bought it at the beginning of the flea market extravaganza, along with a pair of mittens that matched your fuzzy socks.

“We could make pie together.” he said, noticing how his breath fogged through the air. Snow was falling down gently from the sky, mainly covering him in small specks that melted in a couple of seconds. Your arms stayed wrapped firm around one of his almost all of the time, making sure that you kept warm throughout the trip.

“Do you have Christmas gifts for everyone?” you asked him curiously, continuing to walk with him.

“Just you.” he hummed softly, looking around the flea market. There were at least ten or twenty more shops that you two would be going through, the tote bag he brought levitating behind him full of small gifts and trinkets you collected

“I think we should get you some gifts.” you said.

Remus followed you around, smiling as you dragged him from shop to shop.

“Look at this little rabbit!” you said, holding up a ceramic rabbit pen holder. “It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

“You could decorate it by stamping flower designs onto it.” Remus suggested to you, holding your pinky as you examined the pen holder.

“You’re right.” you said in awe, your gloved hand tracing where you imagined the shapes to go.

“I’m always right, love.” he whispered, chuckling softly as your gloved hand whacked his arm playfully. “That’s harassment!”

“Ka-show!” you said back, before breaking out into a fit of giggles. Remus loved when you made random sounds up on the spot like that, especially when he could reference it with nobody else understanding. It made him feel special.

“Who’s that pen going to be for?” he asked.

“Lily, probably.” you said. “She writes the most. Or maybe Regulus, I heard Sirius and him were making amends again.”

“Did James tell Sirius about them?” Remus asked you, smiling softly at your confused expression. At least, what he could see of it. "You know, how him and Lily are dating Regulus?"

“Uh,” you mumbled, looking up at him with an innocent expression. “They’re planning on doing it at the Christmas dinner party?”

“Remind me not to go.” he said, chuckling softly as you nodded in firm agreement.

“Okay, so what do we have?”

Remus watched as you splayed the gifts that you bought across the floor, wrapping paper and boxes left to the side. You had quite a bit of presents, each marked with an index card for their use.

“I want to write letters along with them, you know?” you explained to Remus. “So I made a list of bullet points to cover so I didn’t get off track too much when writing them.”

“You’re absolutely adorable.” he said, smiling lovingly at the sight of your blush.

You had definitely dressed down quite a bit, the fireplace beside you two warming you up more than outside did. You had his collared shirt on still, though the shirt was very unbuttoned. Along with that, you had a pair of tights that clung to your legs firmly, showing off every curve and contour.

“This one is for Lily,” you pointed at the rabbit that you found, along with a small children’s book, a murder mystery book, and herbal teas. “I know that she’s been writing to de-stress with Harry and everything, so I think the herbal teas will help.”

“Is that book for our book club?” Remus asked curiously, pointing to the two copies of the same book stacked on top of one another.

You nodded, placing the other one in a pile you made for Regulus’ presents. It was a club that you had wanted to make for a while, in order to escape the stress that came with war and extremely extra friend groups. So, you resorted to book readings between you, Remus, Regulus, and Lily.

“This one is for James.” you said, holding up the spoon holder you found. It was a crab-shaped spoon holder with a Gryffindor scarf on it, the claws acting to hold the spoon over the pot when cooking. “I think he’d like it.”

“What about Sirius?” Remus asked curiously.

“Well, I wasn’t sure what to get him at first.” you said, before pulling out a large bag that held a black dog stuffed animal in it. “But then I saw this big dog, well, it’s a stuffed animal dog. But still a dog! And I know dogs like being in their packs.” 

“So you bought him a pack mate?” Remus said, bursting out in laughter at the sight of it. “Oh, love that is too perfect.”

“Maybe we can steal one of his Gryffindor scarves to wrap around it!” you said, putting it inside the biggest of the boxes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely work on that.” Remus said, grabbing the wrapping paper for you.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

REMUSSSSSS he is finally HERE everybody clap for the man, myth, and legend that is remus john lupin. i decided that he would be the best guy to waddle around with at flea markets, mainly because he would have the coziest sweaters. but also just because he seems the most christmasy of the maraduers??? like when you think pop christmas and excited, child-like kinda christmas, then you probably think sirius or james. but see, me? i love me a cozy cup of hot cocoa and writing to candle light kinda christmas. AND THAT CHRISTMAS IS A REMUS KINDA CHRISTMAS.

anyways, enough about remus christmas. AS ALWAYS, please like, reblog, and commment! it means so much to me yawl and i really appreciate everyone who does TRUST ME LOVELIES I SEE U!!! thank u guys sm and have an awesome day and month and year and all of that jazzy tazzy taz

[lupinsweater]

Through the Years We All Will Be Together

part two →

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader 🎁 1.9k words

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The snow was falling gently on the Lupins’ small cottage, covering the garden in a soft quilt of white. Ten-year-old Remus sat by the window, his breath fogging up the glass as he watched the flurries dance in the glow of the streetlamp. He wasn’t expecting company—not on Christmas Eve, when most families were tucked away with their own traditions.

He hugged his knees to his chest, trying not to think about how Christmas felt different this year. His parents had done their best—there was a tree, strung with hand-me-down ornaments, and the scent of pine needles mixed with the faint aroma of his Mum’s cooking. But the lingering silence was heavy. It was the first Christmas since it happened—the full moon that had changed his life forever.

Remus jumped at the knock on the door. It was sharp and clear, echoing through the stillness. His parents exchanged a glance from the kitchen, but before either could move, Remus was already on his feet.

The cold air bit at his face as he swung the door open excitedly, sending a breeze into the house that made the fireplace flicker. You stood there on the porch, bundled in a too-big scarf and a wool coat that was so large that it reached your ankles, the hem covered in slushy snow. Snow clung to your hair and shoulders, and your cheeks were pink from the cold.

“You came,” Remus said, his voice soft but tinged with surprise.

“Of course I came,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a grin. “What else was I going to do, sit around while my mum and dad have their boring Christmas party?” You lifted a tin wrapped in a bow. “She sent these for you. Said you need fattening up.”

Remus laughed—a real laugh, not the polite one he’d been using all day. He stepped aside to let you in, and you stomped your boots on the welcome mat before slipping them off, followed by your coat, scarf, and mittens.

Inside, the warmth hit you instantly, and you rubbed your hands together. “Smells good in here,” you said, peeking toward the kitchen. “Merry Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Lupin!”

His Mum poked her head out, her face lighting up at the sight of you. “Merry Christmas, dear! Oh, those must be your mum’s famous shortbread.” She glanced at Remus, her smile softening. “Why don’t you two come sit down at the table? I’m almost done in here, and then you two can start on the gingerbread.”

“Okay,” you said cheerfully, grabbing Remus’ hand with your free one and tugging him into the kitchen with you.

The Lupin kitchen smelled like cinnamon, nutmeg, and a little bit of something lemony. You sat down at the table while Remus walked up to one of the cabinets, squeezing around his Mum to get to the drawer where they kept the cookie cutters.

“I don’t think we need the snowman one,” he said, pulling out a bent star-shaped cutter.

“But the snowman’s a classic!” you argued, shooting him a glare. “You can’t have Christmas cookies without snowmen!”

Remus rolled his eyes but placed the star cutter on the table. “Fine, but you’re decorating it. And you’re the one who has to explain why it looks like a blob.”

“It’s not a blob!” you protested.

“Last year, it was definitely a blob,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, this year it won’t be,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly.

Remus’ Mum finished mixing her bowl, and she poured the batter inside into a cake pan that got covered with cling film. She set the pan into the fridge and grabbed out the ingredients the two of you would need, as well as the recipe card.

“Alright, you two, the kitchen’s all yours,” she said, ruffling Remus’ hair with a smile despite his protests.

Remus pulled out two aprons that seemed about the right size, tossing one over to you as he tied his own. He looked at the recipe card on the counter, beginning to grab the measuring cups and spoons until he heard your protests.

Your back was facing him, your small fingers fumbling to reach the apron ties. “A little help, maybe?” you said with annoyance.

Remus laughed, coming over to tie the apron for you as you huffed at him. When he finished, you turned around to look at him, seeing the smug grin on his face.

“You’re too smug for someone who almost burned the cookies last year,” you said, crossing your arms.

“That wasn’t my fault!” he protested. “You’re the one who distracted me with your ridiculous reindeer story.”

“It wasn’t ridiculous,” you said defensively. “It’s festive.”

He shook his head, still grinning, and slid the mixing bowl over to you as he measured the flour. “Alright, then. What’s next, master baker?”

You squinted at the recipe card propped up on the counter. It was written in the neat, looping handwriting that you knew was Remus’s mum’s.

“Okay,” you said, reading aloud. “We’ve got to add in the spices and the baking soda, and then we’ve got to get another bowl to mix the other stuff.”

“Why don’t you do the ‘other stuff’,” Remus said, raising an eyebrow at you as he grabbed the spices and began to measure them out. He watched out of the corner of his eye as you added the brown sugar and butter into the other, mixing it with a whisk until your arms grew tired and you were satisfied with the way it looked.

“Help me with this part, will you?” You called over to him. “My arms are just so tired.” He shook his head at you with mock exasperation as he came over to look at the recipe card.

“It’s just adding in the eggs, molasses, and vanilla,” he said with a laugh, measuring the syrup and vanilla out. You cracked the eggs into the mixture; and he began to stir it in as you washed your hands of the slimy eggs.

“Now what?” You said, walking back over to him and peering over his shoulder to see the instructions.

“We’re supposed to cut the cookies into shapes, bake them, and then—”

“Decorate them with our amazing artistic abilities?” you finished, smirking at him.

“Or with lots of icing,” he said, grinning back at you.

Half an hour later, the two of you were elbow-deep in cookie dough. The table was covered in flour, and there were far more “blobs” than actual shapes in your pile of cut-outs.

“Why does this star look like it’s been through a snowstorm?” Remus asked, holding up one of the cookies.

“Maybe it’s just sleepy,” you said, snatching it from his hand and placing it on the baking tray.

He shook his head but didn’t argue, instead grabbing another chunk of dough to roll out. “Do you think Santa likes stars, or is he more of a gingerbread man kind of guy?”

“Santa likes everything,” you said confidently. “Except raisins. No one likes raisins.”

Remus laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile. His laugh was your favorite sound, especially when it came so easily, like now. He had been laughing less and less, these days.

“What do you think Santa does when Christmas is over?” you asked as you carefully placed another snowman on the tray.

Remus shrugged. “Probably sleeps for a year. That’s what I’d do if I were him.”

“You already do sleep for a year,” you teased.

“Not true!” he exclaimed, tossing a small handful of flour at you.

You gasped, staring at the white streak on your sleeve. “You did not just—”

Before you could finish, you grabbed your own handful of flour and flung it back at him.

“Hey!” he yelped, ducking.

Within seconds, the kitchen was a battleground, both of you laughing as clouds of flour filled the air. By the time you called a truce, you were both covered from head to toe in white powder, and the counter was even more of a disaster than before.

“You look like a ghost,” you said, giggling as you brushed flour off his hair.

“You’re one to talk,” he shot back, but there was a softness in his eyes as he reached out and wiped a streak of icing from your cheek.

Once the cookies were finally in the oven, the two of you flopped down at the kitchen table, exhausted but victorious.

“Do you think we’ll get in trouble for the mess?” you asked nervously, glancing at the flour-covered counters.

Remus shrugged. “Maybe. But it was worth it.”

You grinned, grabbing one of the bowls of icing and dipping your finger into it. “Want some?”

He made a face. “That’s raw icing! You’re going to get sick.”

“Oh, please,” you said, rolling your eyes. “It’s just sugar. Live a little.”

With a sigh, he grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the icing, taking a small bite. His eyes widened in surprise. “Okay, fine. That’s actually pretty good.”

“Told you,” you said smugly.

As the two of you sat there, licking icing off your fingers and waiting for the cookies to bake, he felt a warmth settle in his chest. It wasn’t just the heat from the oven or the sugar rush from the icing—it was the simple, unshakable feeling that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

When the cookies were finally done, the two of you set to work decorating them. There were stars with crooked lines of icing, snowmen with lopsided scarves, and one particularly ambitious attempt at a Christmas tree that looked more like a green blob.

“This,” Remus said, holding up a star with way too many sprinkles, “is a masterpiece.”

“It’s a mess,” you said, laughing.

“Yeah, but we did them,” Remus said, his smile bright.

Neither of you could disagree, there.

“Hey, Remus?” you asked after a moment, your voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Do you think things will be like this forever?”

He frowned slightly, turning his head to look at you. “Like what?”

“You know. Us. Hanging out, telling stories, making gingerbread. Christmas.”

Remus paused, looking down at the cookie in his hand. For a moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond, but then he looked up at you with a small, genuine smile.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I think it will.”

You smiled at that, the kind of smile that made him feel like maybe things could be okay. Like maybe there were pieces of his life that hadn’t been taken away, that were still his to keep.

The clock chimed, and the sound startled you upright. “Midnight already?” you said, scrambling to your feet. “Mum’s going to kill me!”

You grabbed your coat, tugging it on in a flurry, and Remus helped you step into your boots before tying your scarf around your neck. You darted toward the door, but just before you stepped outside, you turned back, pausing in the soft glow of the tree lights.

“Merry Christmas, Remus,” you said, your voice warm and sincere.

“Merry Christmas,” he replied, his chest tightening in a way he didn’t fully understand.

He watched as you disappeared into the snow, your figure fading into the swirling white. For a long time after, he stood at the door, staring at the footprints you’d left behind.

Years later, when he was older and the world felt heavier, he would think back to this day. To the flour fight, the crooked snowmen, and the way you had smiled at him, like nothing else in the world mattered.

[siriuslysmoking]

Going Sledding With Jegulus

A/N: Day 9!!

You felt yourself slipping down the hill, feet sliding on the slick ice. “Woah there.”

Regulus caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Hurry up slow pokes!” James shouted from the top of the hill, holding his sled.

You and Regulus made eye contact and you huffed a laugh and your boyfriend’s excitement.

You and Regulus made your way up to James hand in hand. Your heart warms at James’ excited smile. "We're coming, James."

You laugh at James who is practically bouncing. You and Regulus take your time making it up the hill. "Guys! It's gonna get dark soon."

"James." You huff joining James at the top, "It's two, in the afternoon."

"Not enough time."

"I'm only going one time and only one time." Regulus crosses his arms looking sceptical about the slope down the hill.

"Alright party pooper." James says without his smile dropping.

"Jamie deserves to go first."

"Yes, or he'll burst at the seams." James ignores Regulus' comment and hops upon the sled, scooting forward so that he was on front.

"Come, love, I wanna watch Reg's face from down there." Regulus huffs as you join James on the sled. He looks back at you, "ready? three, two, one!"

Next thing you know you and james are racing down the hill, your feet are around his hips and he leans against your front. One of his hands holds onto your thigh and one holds onto the sled. Once you hit the bottom James jumps to his feet and shouts, "THAT WAS AWESOME!!!"

"REGGIE GO!" You shout alongside of James. He huffs and sits on top of his own sled and you can see him roll his eyes as he kicks of the ground. And part of his expression was fear and the other half was annoyance.

You hear a soft click and to your right you see james holding up a camera, capturing the moment for forever.

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tygsm for liking all my 12 days of fics work!! it was super fun to do. be sure to leave requests or comments in my ask box bc i don’t really have any other ideas at the moment LMAO

here’s the link to all 12!!

[hyperfixation-fix]

You literal saint 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I fucking hate Christmas - I have a shit family so it's always tense and pretentious and horrible - so maybe some Christmas fluff will make me dread it less

Soft Christmas Drabbles: masterlist

Ficmas became my entire personality, here is all the things in one convenient area, in case you missed one or in case you want to re-read again

all is calm, all is bright- post-full moon christmas's arent so bad.

sweaty hands, full heart, can't lose- sirius meets the lupins.

its a wonderful life -sirius/remus watching Christmas movies. raising harry au

the best present - sirius learns to knit. wolfstar/raising harry au

a letter to you - remus gives sirius a gift. wolfstar @ hogwarts

grandmas cookies - on grief, love, and baking. wolfstar/raising harry au

traditions - lily and sirius have a christmas tradition of their own. (lilypad friendship fic)

do you not want to kiss me (pt 1) - jily, under the mistletoe

do you not want to kiss me (pt 2)- jily and a first kiss.

are we going to do this then?- jily, under the mistletoe, take two

good things take time - soft christmas moment with sirius/harry, raising harry au

ghosts - sirius drinks with ghosts...and his godson.

simply the best - lily convinces sirius to go to the slug club party with her. lily and sirius friendship fic.

a room of ones own- remus and harry surprise sirius for christmas.