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messrmoonyy · 8 months

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thinking ab ‘holiday spirit’ w jackson! tess where r sees decorations cause maybe they decorate for the holidays and its cute and sappy and romantic and maybe a private proposal (SAPPYYY))

ur writing makes me shrivel into a tight little warm ball AHHHH much love!!

Christmas in Jackson

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader

A/N- messrmoonyy being soft again????? Not writing filthy smut???? Oh???? Lmao look. I wanted this to be a drabble. I got carried away. Though it is still short but. This absolutely helped me kick my writers block in the ass so thank you for that! Hope you enjoy this sickeningly tooth rotting fluffy fluff of my beloved Jackson Tess and hopefully this little thing will give me the motivation to go back to my other requests

This is a ‘ follow on ‘ kinda to my fic holiday spirit but it can be read alone

Warnings- none. Other than Tess is slightly OOC because she’s very. Very. Very. Soft.

Word count- 3k

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You loved Christmas. You always had done for as long as Tess had known you. Always forcing her to celebrate it with you in that dingy little Boston apartment, using the handmade and ancient decorations she had gotten from Frank, and a few other things she had picked up on the market of Boston. She still hadn’t fully admitted to you the things she had traded for a few of the items. In fact she’d threatened the people she had traded with that if they dared breathe a word of it she’d come for them in their sleep.

She didn’t need people thinking she was soft after all.

But that had been then. And now? Well. Now she didn’t care if people thought she was soft. She would happily let people think that cause who cared now? She had no one to be tough for. She had no reason to hide her emotions for you away from prying eyes.

Of course she hadn’t let herself go so easily but you had been in Jackson nearly 4 years now. And she had managed to shake most of her QZ ways.

She hadn’t really liked Jackson at the start, couldn’t get used to the new way of life. Too familiar with running things her way back in the zone. But seeing you safe easily brought her around to the idea of staying there. Seeing you happy and not having to constantly fear for your safety… it was a relief to say the least.

Though the generosity of the people felt alien to you both, you seemed far more willing to accept it than she was. She didn’t like the charitable gifts left on the porch. The breads and pies and even a casserole once. The shirts the boots. You had always had a gentler heart than she, had always been so much more… hopeful for peace.

You were the reason any of your little group was there. The reason Ellie was a part of that group in the first place. It had been your willingness to hope and think positively that had convinced her to take Ellie to the fireflies. And you two could make Joel do anything you wanted so he followed without much convincing when you all agreed to head for Tommy in the process.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when you accepted the gifts. When you tried to mingle in with the town, telling Tess it was beneficial. And she supposed it was.

And of course, what seemed to be the most important thing to you, was that Jackson didn’t go half’s when it came to Christmas. Maria and the council went all out, string lights and multiple decorated tress. Handmade wreaths on doors and Christmas cookies. They even had Christmas movies for the weekly movie night.

Tess didn’t understand the hype. Didn’t understand why anyone would want to celebrate Christmas in the current climate. But she loved you. And you loved Christmas. So it had grown on her over the years. And she guessed there were worse things to celebrate. A holiday to celebrate peace. And joy. Something she had so been lacking.

The first Christmas in Jackson you had actually cried at the sight of the town, eyes watering as you’d walked down the Main Street of town and saw the lights, saw the tree. She’d almost welled up herself just watching you. Which was stupid.

She’d never quite understood why you loved Christmas so much, she didn’t know what past memories you were holding onto that made it so important to you. She’d never asked either. If you’d wanted to tell her you would’ve by now. You were nearing 2 decades in each others company and you both still had things you kept from the other, that was how things were now. People had new life’s and they had to keep their old ones to themselves. For their own piece of mind and sanity at least.

Her own Christmas memories were fuzzy. She didn’t remember much from her childhood, had blocked it out as much as she possibly could. And the Christmas memories she had from before the outbreak that she could remember? Small hands decorating the low branches and silly little kids toys that flashed and beeped and that she more often than not forgot to purchase batteries for… she didn’t like the think about those ones.

But the ones with you she liked. The ones with you making her dance to Bills mothers ancient cassette of Christmas songs, kissing you in the flickering glow of the string lights, trawling through every damned abandoned building in the zone she could get to with the excuse of looking for stuff to sell. Only to be searching for a gift for you. A book you might like. A piece of jewellery that wasn’t entirely rusted or broken.

She liked those memories.

So she indulged you. She let you get giddy like a little kid, let you yank her around the whole town each year to see the decorations. Once Maria had found out of your love for the holiday she’d enrolled you in the decorative committee and you took joy in showing which wreaths around town you had made. And she followed you happily, a smile on her face, noting how she had never seen a smile like that back in Boston.

Year 4 in town was no different, she had let herself be given the tour around town, had commented on every wreath you had pointed out. She’d even let you drag her into the Bison for dinner and watched in amusement at Ellie as she tried and failed to hide the fact that she was head over heels for Dina.

The walk home was peaceful. There was that fine misting of snow in the air, the kind that told you a heavy snowfall was incoming. It seemed to sparkle under the lights as you both walked, arms linked with your gloved hands trapped between your bodies in an attempt to keep them warm. She’d told you fingerless gloves were a dumb idea. But Ellie had given them to you two years ago for Christmas and so you wore them every winter since.

You had always been Ellie’s favourite. Maybe it was because at first you had been the only one that’s immediate response wasn’t to shoot her in the face. Had tried to see reason in why Marlene would hand over an infected kid. You had been the one to grab Ellie’s arm and pull her along, Tess’ own deeply buried ability to hope and see the positives of life worming their way out as she followed.

Ellie had stuck to you like glue. And even now that she had grown into that stage of being a teenager where she was almost an adult, moody and acting as if she didn’t need her pseudo family around her… she still let the childish side of her out around you.

But maybe you had that affect on everyone. Made them happier. You certainly made her happier. She would never let herself be so pathetically sappy and soft around anyone other than you, the kind of soft that made Joel tease her and made a younger Ellie wrinkle her nose in disgust at the affection.

It was almost annoying actually how easily you did it.

“ heavy snow on its way “ you mused, looking up at the sky “ gonna make that mountain patrol hellish “

“ I can ask Joel to swap with us? “

“ no no it’s fine. The mountain routes have to pass through that village with the library. I wanna find a new book “ maybe that would be a good idea. Maybe she could find a little extra something to give you for Christmas.

The pile under the tree in your living room was growing bigger by the day, you’d had to move some of the lower hanging ornaments up a few twigs to stop them catching. You’d organised it perfectly. A pile for Joel. A pile for Ellie. A pile for you. A pile for her.

She was growing ever curious on what exactly you had gotten for her. And where you were finding them too. You were incredibly sneaky. You could go on patrol together and bring stuff back she’d never even noticed you pick up.

Like the monstrous singing Santa that sat on the fireplace for the last two Christmases you had found in a store in one of the towns on patrol. It had been well preserved, still in its box in the back store room with a bunch of other things you had told Maria about to be collected for town. But you had taken a small stowaway into your bag

Tess despised it. She hoped and prayed each year you’d plug it into the socket and it’d stop working. One of its eyes was slightly off centre and more than 20 years in a store cupboard had meant the voice box was a little off. It was creepy. But you liked it. So she put up with it, but it was always the first thing to go away.

Maybe one year she would gift you a hammer with the precise use being to smash that fucking Santa to pieces. Not that that would ever happen.

Maybe she could find something else to replace it.

Tess watched you as you walked together, the fine snowflakes catching on your eyelashes and sticking to the woolen material of your scarf. Eyes practically sparkling as you looked at all the decorations along the street.

Some kids had built a snowman, others had pushed piles of snow together and had clearly been sliding down it. She looked back down at you again, the smile on your face as you passed the snow creations.

The cool air had kissed at your skin, redness glowing on your cheeks and nose. She never got bored of looking at you. In 20 years she hadn’t. And she knew another 20 could pass and she would still be no closer to being tired of how you looked.

“ sweet “ you said softly, knocking her from her admiration, and she looked down to follow your line of sight landing on an old couple also returning from the bison. They had stopped to kiss under the mistletoe hung above their door frame, the sweet small kisses that old couples did. The familiar kind “ that’s gonna be us “

“ old, married and tipsy on Tommys questionable mulled wine? “ she teased, though deep down it did make her heart swell. She’d never thought about getting old with you before Jackson. She didn’t think she’d last that long. Thought she’d be infected or dead in a ditch somewhere, or laying with a bullet in her skull because she had lost you. She’d never thought you’d get old together. But now she did. Now she thought about it. Thought about dying from old age and not infection.

Thought about being safe and content for the rest of her days. With you right at her side.

“ weird to think about getting old huh?” You asked as if reading her mind

“ I’m already old “ she sighed. She wasn’t much older than you she could count the gap on her fingers, but she seemed to be taking it harder than you were. She felt ancient some days. The cold affecting her aching bones. Back in the QZ that would have scared her. Now it didn’t really bother her that much. Only when she thought about the possibility of leaving you behind.

“ shut up. I’m trying to be romantic “ she gave a small laugh and shrugged

“ okay. Forget the old. What about the marriage part? “ she asked, the words leaving her mouth before she could stop herself.

Marriage had been on her mind for a while. Which was absolutely ridiculous. The world had ended and she was imagining what it would be like to call you her wife.

God she had gotten so soft. Joel would never let her hear the end of it.

Marriage wasn’t really… a thing anymore. But there were ways. Maria and Tommy were married after all. And so many other couples in town. And she didn’t want it to be a big deal. She wasn’t the sappy romantic type. Not the type for big crowds watching her display her affections so openly.

But she wanted you to be hers. In more so than just words.

She even had a ring. Had done for months. She had found it when snooping around the lockers in the Lodge on patrol with Joel. Only rich, fancy ass people went to fuckin ski lodges. She knew she’d find something interesting left behind. She didn’t even know if it would fit you. Or if you’d like it. Maybe she could find an old necklace chain for you to wear it on instead. It’s not like the rest of the marriage would be traditional anyway, so why should the ring?

But it was stupid. Of course it was stupid.

You gave a small laugh at her words and shrugged.

“ careful there Tess. Almost sounds like you’re asking me to marry you “

“ maybe I am “ she heard you stop in your tracks at her answer, slipping out of her embrace and she came to a halt too, a step or so ahead of you. The words had left her mouth before she could stop them, her brain forcing her to voice her desire to have you as…. Hers. Properly.

“ Tess “ she turned around to face you, your cheeks and nose were even more rosy from the cold, or was it blush? Your eyes wide and watery. She couldn’t tell if it was from the cold air or your emotions either. Maybe it was both “ are you serious? “

She shrugged in some attempt to appear nonchalant about the entire thing in case you thought it was stupid.

“ nothings really… ‘ legal ‘ anymore. But Maria told me about what they can do here and… it was stupid I’m sorry. Too much of that shitty Christmas ale. Come on let’s go home it’s cold “ she held her hand out to you but you didn’t take it. Still standing there shell shocked.

She was embarrassed and didn’t exactly know what to do in the situation. Her old self would never have ended up in a position like that. And for the first time in years she craved Boston again. She wanted to be back to her stern and hard self, the self that could hide her embarrassment easily. That wouldn’t have been asked the question in the first place.

“ you didn’t drink anything “ was all you said, grabbing onto her hand finally and yanking her towards you.

Your lips were freezing as you kissed her, your fingers the same. Icy fingertips slipping to the nape of her neck as she melted into you, tugging you closer by your waist. She’d happily shake off her embarrassment by kissing you. Even if your cold hands did feel like they were giving her frostbite.

She let you kiss her until you had to pull away, your breaths coming out in small white puffs between you both.

“ ask me again “ you whispered

“ I don’t remember asking you in the first place “ she teased, earning her a slap to the arm from you. But she was cold enough that she was certain she was numb from the neck down and didn’t even feel it.

“ ask me “ she scanned her eyes over your face. Your beautiful, beautiful face. The face that had been looking back at her for 20 years. The face of the only person in the world she trusted more than herself. The face of the woman she loved, the face of the woman that had made her realise love was possible even in the shitty disgusting world she lived in.

Your face. You.

“ you wanna marry me? “ your smile was brighter than she’d ever seen, your eyes watering again. And that time she didn’t tease. She meant it. She did.

“ sorry I didn’t quite.. didn’t quite get that what was that? “

“ sweetheart- “

“ I’m sorry? “ she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips, shaking her head at you in amusement. Her embarrassment had vanished, knowing you weren’t making fun of her. You genuinely wanted to say yes. To agree to her stupid little idea.

“ marry me? “ she asked again, cupping your face in her hands your face was as cold as the rest of you.

“ what was that? “ she pressed kisses across your face with a smile, grabbing you by the waist again and pulling you back when you tried to squirm out of her grasp as she kissed every inch of your face she could get, pulling you back against her as you giggled.

“ marry me “ she said against your ear, voice soft and gentle “ as good as you can right now. Marry me? “

“ I’ll marry you “ you whispered, turning around in her arms and holding her face in your cold hands again “ in whatever fuckin way you wanna “ she kissed you again before she could do something pathetic like cry, holding you tight against her and wrapping you into the warmth of her jacket with her.

She wondered what a sight you both looked like. Standing there, kissing in the snow like a pair of lovesick teenagers. And she wondered what her past self would’ve thought. What 10 years younger Tess would’ve said about kissing you in public, the thought wouldn’t have even crossed her mind. What 15 years younger Tess would’ve said if she knew the woman she was pretending to have no feelings for was now agreeing to marry her. What would pre outbreak Tess have said. That Tess that had a son and had married her husband because it was expected. Because she had fallen pregnant young and it was what seemed like the best thing to do. That had loved her husband so much but deep down had known it wasn’t what she wanted.

If 10 year old Tess, that proudly declared to everyone she met that she was never going to get married. That marriage was for idiots and love wasn’t real. If she knew… If she knew that even in the face of a fucking apocalypse, she would find you. And would learn that yes love might still be for idiots, but it was real. So very real. And that you would make living in the middle of hell bearable. That you would make her carry on. Make her live.

She couldn’t help but wonder.

#I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled h word posts soon lmaooooo #tess servopoulos #Tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #tlou Tess #tlou hbo #tlou #x you #fluff #the last of us fanfiction #Anna torv #other characters for exposure:#joel miller #ellie williams #sapphic

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evesaintyves · 2 years

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WIP game

thanks for the tag @turanga4 @celestemagnoliathewriter and @annabtg !

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

okay so it has never occurred to me to make a WIP folder I just start notes and then start other notes and then eventually one of them becomes a story

but here are my WIPs

tlm ch9

my wife and my dead wife

weef town hours

death of a wood pigeon

bleur dinner

?? moons

bad holidays

ok im tag @ashesandhackles @broomsticks @only-that-but-that @squintclover @messrmoonyy @thecat-isblogging-blog @alohaemora

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desidarling123 · 3 years

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chronic -- chapter 2

Summary: Pain is a touchstone of Remus’ life. Part of the whole werewolf deal, you know. OR: Remus’ attempts at understanding love, told through the lens of chronic pain.

Chapter 2: Things come together, then quickly fall apart. Pain, hurt, resolution.

Author’s Note: Thank you as always to @your-girl-is-lovely for beta reading/sanity checking this for me! I know it’s been a while since I updated, so if you need the refresher, go read Chapter 1 first! May help it flow better, too.

I’ve really enjoyed writing this piece, it’s been cathartic in so many ways.

But at last, it’s finally come to an end. Enjoy!

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Please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged, or want to be removed from any future tags! Or, if you want to be added.

#remadora #remus x tonks #tonks x remus #my writing #ronks #hp

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drxcodormixns · 7 years

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tag game

I was tagged by @deaconhills <3

name: roshni

nickname(s): shinny, roshkabob, roshposh

gender: female

star sign: scorpio

height: 5′5″

sexual orientation: straight

hogwarts house: gryffindor/slytherin

ssbb character: don’t play it :)

favorite band/ singer: adele, weeknd, ed sheeran, blackbear, hoodie allen

favorite animal: horses and dogs

time right now: 9:58 am

average hours of sleep: 5-6 hours

cat or dog person: dog

number of blankets I sleep with: one or two

dream trip: paris

dream job: corporate lawyer

when did you make this blog: november 2016

current number of followers: 1,012

when did your blog reach its peak: idk if it has yet

what made you decide to get a tumblr: so i could share my writing

character I’d date: too many smh (harry potter, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, scott mccall, stiles stilinski, peter hale, derek hale, damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, tyler lockwood, etc. etc. etc.)

how many blogs do I follow: 41

what do i post about: harry potter, teen wolf

do I get asks regularly: kind of

aesthetic: fuzzy socks, fireplaces, snowy days, big blankets, hot chocolate

I tag @princesse-de-ravenclaw @wizardwritings @praisemalfoy and @messrmoonyy :)

#tag game #me

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messrmoonyy · 7 months

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Messrmoonyy’s Tess Smutober

So. Here is my plans for uploading in October. I am not participating in kinktober simply because I don’t really like the majority of the prompts. And because I do not have even half the amount of time or motivation I would need to write 31 things lmao. I don’t even write that much in an whole year. Anyways.

So. We have smutober! All with Tess of course. I’ve been writing softer things lately so october is dedicated to nothing but smut.

Here’s what you can expect to see. In no particular order and not officially titles lmao and they are drabbles for the most part simply to allow myself the removal of stress of writing full length fics.

• shower sex in Lincoln

This is pretty soft, but is basically prawn with no plot

• submissive Tess

Features somno, Tess taking the strap, soft Dom reader. Again. Prawn no plot

• Tess gagging you with her bandana

Drabble. Exactly what it says on the tin

• cockwarming

Drabble. Again. Like. No explanation needed here

• Tess Lives au, sex near Ellie and Joel

Actually a tiny bit of plot! Set in the time Jump between Pittsburgh and Jackson. Holed up in a town overnight, desperate times. Desperate measures.

• reader caught masturbating

Drabble. Would you look at that, Prawn no plot!

So. There we have it. They might not all get posted simply because october is SO busy for me especially towards the end of the month. But I will try 🫡

Any questions or info about any of them feel free to ask 😚

#ooky spooky dividers cause October lmao #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us #x you #smut #tlou hbo #tlou

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 1 year

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Fic Author Self-Recs

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️

Thank you for the tags @artemisia-black and @merlins-sequined-hotpants!

The Nymph of House Black - Tonks travels back in time to the Marauder era. I loved writing this story so incredibly much. Snippet below:

Dora stood gingerly and saw herself in the mirror – it was the vision she’d seen for years. Mousy brown hair, pale complexion, heart-shaped face, and dark grey eyes. She was ready.

“What’s going on, Dora?” Tonks said. “You don’t look very good.”

“Nothing, Tonks,” Dora croaked. “Do you remember what I said about love?”

Tonks nodded slowly, still looking concerned.

“No matter what happens, please remember who you love. No matter how scared you are, love for me, okay? Just love everyone for me.”

(more under the cut)

Cariad - a postwar, Remus and Tonks survive story. It's entering a new stage with a calmer life for the Lupin family, but writing Remadora going through the real pains of marriage was so rewarding.

“This isn’t working, Remus,” Tonks said, wiping her nose with the cloth napkin in her hand. A strange buzzing, quite unlike the catchy music, filled his ears.

“What isn’t—”

“We aren’t working. I know you want the kids at the house but I just can’t live there anymore,” she said, her chin quivering against the multicolored party lights. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I can’t…this isn’t working.”

Remus felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest. Hope slipped in his arms, but he caught her, holding her tight to his chest, scrambling to hold onto something that would make sense of what Tonks was telling him.

Call Me Edward - Teddy goes back in time from 2009 to 1997. I put that little bean through so much.

“All I wanted to do was meet them,” Teddy said bitterly. “But they’re nothing like what I was told.”

“Well, people don’t always want to tell you the worst about your parents,” Harry said. “Especially if they’re not alive anymore.”

Teddy rubbed his toe against the worn Persian rug in the library, at a loss for words.

“I don’t know what it feels like to get your parents back, but I think you should talk to them. They definitely don’t hate you. People who hate you don’t send Patronuses to ask after you. They don’t worry about where you are or what you’re doing. They don’t talk about you at work, either.” Harry offered Teddy a small smile.

The Death of Teddy Lupin - an exploration into the afterlife through the eyes of Teddy.

“Where’s home?” Teddy asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“Where love ends,” Gran replied simply, putting her hand on his heart. “As long as there’s love to give, we’re not home yet.”

Teddy gaped at them, confused. “Won’t that take forever?”

Nymphadora and Remus smiled brighter than anyone else.

“The more time you spend here,” said Nymphadora, taking Teddy’s hand, “the more you’ll understand. Forever is all the time we need.”

On Her Terms - an Astoria piece focusing on her relationship with her mortality. This one's rather personal to me.

“I wanted you to be happy,” Astoria says calmly, rocking Scorpius to sleep. “Do keep your voice down. My son needs to sleep.”

“Does he know? Draco?”

“I told him this morning.”

Daphne gave Astoria a reproachful stare. “And?”

“He didn’t take it well.”

Daphne bursts into tears. “You’re my only sister. How could you do this to me?”

“I gave you the life you always wanted,” Astoria replies softly. “I’ve got the life I wanted too. It’s all right, Daph.”

I'll tag @messrmoonyy, @mumka-fanfic, @puppyduckster, @passionatewrites, and @annabtg!

#remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #teddy lupin #astoria malfoy #astoria greengrass #drastoria #andromeda tonks #fic recs #self recs #cariad #time traveling tonks #time traveling teddy #call me edward

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 1 year

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New WIP Game

Rules: share your unpublished WIPs. No updates to ongoing fics, just new shenanigans : )

Thank you for the tag, @merlins-sequined-hotpants!

Titled WIPs:

Andromeda Rising - the first part of a longfic centering on Andromeda's life. I posted a chunk of the first chapter awhile back. While I get other WIPs out of the way, this one's on hold.

Dear Aunt Petunia - a crack fic (I'm full of these). Harry writes his Aunt Petunia a letter and the story goes very differently.

The Death of Fred Weasley - exactly what it sounds like, with a wizarding afterlife. I've got a series on this - the only one up is Teddy Lupin's. It is very emotionally taxing to write these types of fics. After Fred, I've got a few others in the outline stage: Molly and Harry.

Lord Voldemort's Tea Party - yes, another crack fic. It answers the question that no one asked: how does Lord Voldemort take his tea?

This is Getting Ridiculous - an self-insert (sort of)/original character (sort of) crack fic in which a fictionalized version of me and my long-suffering husband @rawr-gorg-smash become Ron and Hermione (somehow, blame it on *magic*). I have a snippet of it here, in this other WIP game.

Arthur's Favorite Sitcom - this was written initially for a competition but never saw the light of day because I couldn't find a good ending. Maybe I'll revisit it.

Untitled/Tentatively Titled WIPs:

Pride and Prejudice fic (title undecided): Lizzy/Darcy forced marriage. 'Twill be sexy.

Regulus Black fic: I can't say much about this one yet.

Tonks as a Marauder: this is set as Tonks growing up alongside the Marauders, not as time travel, but with Andromeda as Walburga's sister.

Let's see, I'll tag @takearisk-ao3, @passionatewrites, @messrmoonyy, @ventoserenowrites, and @whinlatter

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 1 year

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2022 wrapped

Tagged by the lovely @ginnyw-potter:

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular):

The Time Traveling Nymph, Alternate Ending - the last part of my time traveling Tonks series. I was so proud of how this whole series came together. It's my most popular work and the one I enjoyed writing the most.

Cariad - my postwar AU of Tonks and Remus surviving the Battle of Hogwarts. The question gets posed often - would they have stayed together had they survived? The short answer, yes, but this fic is the long answer (not without significant pain and growth in their relationship).

Call Me Edward - the least popular of my longfics, but one I'm so proud of. Teddy travels back in time. I put that small bean through so much. This is the kind of time travel fic I love (along with the others) - it's not perfect, it's messy, and it's painful.

Unforgettable - a fluffy one-shot I was especially proud of. I thought I did a nice job with the prose. I normally don't write prettily but I thought this one was nice.

Twelve Birthdays - I wrote this for a fest, a look into the life of Tom Riddle. It was a collection of 100-word drabbles. Writing that tightly is a challenge, especially when trying to make a whole narrative. I was very pleased with how it landed and it's inspired me to keep doing this exercise with other fics.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year:

Andromeda's Sacrifices - it's the title for the Andromeda series I'm going to write/am currently writing. I'm thinking it's going to be two parts. We'll see. Either way, I'm super pumped to post it.

A Changing Pack/title tbd of my Remus raising Harry series - I'm going to finish this. I am. I AM.

My "Death of" Series: it's an exploration of the wizarding afterlife. My next character is Fred Weasley, but I've got a few more in the works: Remus, Sirius, Harry, Nymphadora, Andromeda, and Molly.

Platonic Draco & Ginny time travel fic: I've had this germ of an idea on my mind of Draco and Ginny time traveling together and becoming reluctant friends. Still working out the details & ending.

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year:

From my first fic, Collide, to its second part, Cariad, you can see a HUGE shift in my writing and its progress. Better dialogue, prettier prose, more cohesive narrative, stronger characterization - I'd say all of these are improvements. (More than 3 improvements, but I'm proud of how much my writing has improved in the last year.)

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year:

I want to finish my current WIPs before I post the Andromeda fic. Probably a pipe dream, but it's a resolution.

I want to get better at figurative, pretty language. I'm not a metaphorical person. My prose is good but straightforward, not super poetic either. I do understand that poetic prose is harder with longfics (and I admire anyone who can write a longfic in a pretty way), but that's why I started writing one-shots, to hone my writing skills and apply what I've learned to the longfics.

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year:

Okay, so I'm unbearably proud of one of the last one-shots I wrote in 2022, The Death of Teddy Lupin.

I can't pin it down to just one line, but there's this bit at the end that made my heart so happy to write:

“Where’s home?” Teddy asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“Where love ends,” Gran replied simply, putting her hand on his heart. “As long as there’s love to give, we’re not home yet.”

Teddy gaped at them, confused. “Won’t that take forever?”

Nymphadora and Remus smiled brighter than anyone else.

“The more time you spend here,” said Nymphadora, taking Teddy’s hand, “the more you’ll understand. Forever is all the time we need.”

I'll tag @mumka-fanfic and @messrmoonyy

#tag game #writing #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #teddy lupin #remadora #tom riddle #andromeda black tonks #ted tonks #tedromeda

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messrmoonyy · 3 months

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Messrmoonyy, I don't even know how it flew by so fast, but it's officially been a year since I started reading your fics. And throughout this year I experienced so much through your work, so i’m here to say a big Thank you!

Reading your writings is truly a magical experience. I always immerse myself completely in your words, they’re like my secret portal which takes me to another universe. I found comfort in them, i laughed, cried on a bathroom floor, was rolling around the bed while screaming and biting mi fist… I've been to Jackson, Boston, Lincoln and wherever you took me, Messr. You’ve been feeding my lust for Tess for a whole ass year now and I’ve read every single one fic from your Tess masterlist several times and absolutely loved and devoured every word of each. Pure talent and perfection. I admire you, your creativity and ability to breathe life into your writing, your kindness and helpfulness. You were actually the first person I read my first fic from and i was blown away as your writings are seriously better than many published books i have read. Since then, I can't remember a single day where I haven't checked your page. I’m thankful for all the excitement when you posted something, for counting down the days till the next week’s upload, even my destroyed sleep schedule and sobbing into the pillow uncontrollably (yes, i’m talking about 5+1 which i’ll never recover from i decided) and endless rambling to my friend about how much i loved everything about your fics. Your talent is truly remarkable and phenomenal and i’ll never shut up about it. You’ve inspired me so much, you’ve evoked strong emotions, thoughts in me, ignited my imagination through your words and kept my obsession with Tess alive. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions thanks to you, and for all that I owe you an incredible and huge thank you. So thank you so much for everything Messrmoonyy, I hope you know that even through your writing you are so so loved and aprecciated (all over the world i belive, i’m from Slovakia so also my english might not be perfect) and I wish you a wonderful day filled with joy and happiness, i love you! 💗💗💗

Plus i’m sending you pics of Tessa, look how she’s grown!!🤗

IM GONNA CRY WTF MAN 😭😭🫶🏻

I literally don’t even know what to say to this, you are so unbelievably kind thank you so so much. Honestly I always look forward to your feedback on everything I upload you have always been so incredibly supportive of anything I put out and it doesn’t go unnoticed I assure you. You are an angel.

I honestly can’t believe today is a year since I posted my first Tess post and I’m so thankful for everyone who’s come along with the journey and watched me improve and grow and fall into my own style. My number one goal is always to try and make people feel things, to be able to even just escape for a little while. And I’m so glad it comes across.

I honestly just don’t even know what to say I’m seriously gonna cry and re read this ask a million times over. Just thank you so so so much, for your kind words always and just cheering me on with every single thing I upload🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

And give your sweet baby lots of pets and nose boops from me.

#ask #reader feedback #gonna go cry now bye

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 1 year

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5 Things You Never Get Tired of Writing

Thanks for the tag @merlins-sequined-hotpants!

rules: list five things you never get tired of writing. it can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. then tag five people!

1. REMADORA. I will write about these two until the end of time.

2. BAMF Nymphadora Tonks. I’ll never get enough of how cool and talented she is.

3. Teddy Lupin. He’s precious.

4. Grief/mourning. There’s probably more to unpack there, but I’m not unpacking it right now!

5. Inter generational family dysfunction. See #4.

I’ll tag @mumka-fanfic @messrmoonyy and anyone else who writes and wants to join in

#tag game #remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remus x tonks #remus x nymphadora #tonks x lupin #lupin x tonks #harry potter fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #pro remadora #teddy lupin my beloved #Teddy lupin

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 2 years

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WIP Ask Game

Thanks @turanga4 for the tag! (you tagged most of the same folks I'd tag, so I'll tag @evesaintyves, @mumka-fanfic too, plus @messrmoonyy )

Ok - so ALL my WIPs with titles (not including currently being posted WIPs):

Arthur's Favorite Sitcom

Andromeda's Sacrifices

Dear Aunt Petunia

Date

Dinner

Wizard Gardening

FF GW DM TT

Wounds

Snippets of a Life

10+ untitled Remadora drabbles sitting in my inbox

So, if you'd like, you can send me asks about any of these WIPs!

#writing #my writing #wips #ask me about my wips #my wips #my fics #ask me about my fics

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messrmoonyy · 1 year

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I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT TO US 🥺

(fr your writing is sublime and it was SO well written but I'm so mad at you omg 💔)

I’m starting a messrmoonyy hate club at this point lmao.

Thank you so much for reading and I apologise for the feels

#ask #reader feedback #love you

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messrmoonyy · 2 years

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In your young Remadora world, how did the end of the war go for them? Did Remus still leave? Did he leave before? I’d love to see something on that if that’s okay

Well would you look at that? Messrmoonyy writing sad fics again! Tbh tho I loved this so so much. They’re about 19/20 here.

Also me posting this in may 2nd should be a war crime. But I am a menace. No fluff here

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: slightest mention of injury, arguing.

Remus had been stood outside of his front door for 10 minutes now. He couldn’t seem to find it in him to turn the key and let himself in. He knew he really needed to move, loitering on his doorstep like that wasn’t safe. Even if the small building of two flats was protected with some of the greatest protection spells known.

He’d just returned from a meeting with Dumbledore. A new mission had been assigned to him and one that Dumbledore had made him feel so guilty about even thinking of turning down, that he’d had to accept. It was dangerous. Too dangerous he thought. But he was the only one that could do it.

The werewolves were falling to the dark side and Dumbledore needed them back on the light. Werewolf’s wouldn’t just let a random wizard into their packs. It had to be someone like them. Someone that they felt they could trust. And there was Remus sitting perfectly for Dumbledore to use like a toy soldier.

He’d denied at first. Shouted at the older wizard for even suggesting something like that when he had a wife and a child at home. If his cover were to be broken whilst he was away, they’d track Dora down. Take joy in killing her or turning her. He didn’t even want to think about what they’d do to Teddy.

‘ do you want our side to lose Remus? Because we will if we don’t gain the trust of the werewolves. You’re the only one who has the skills for this. You loathe your condition. This is your chance to truly make it mean something ‘

It made him feel sick. He’d still not wanted to comply. Even just to stand his ground and make a point. But Albus didn’t want to relent. Hadn’t relented either.

“ you have a wife Remus. A child. It is your duty to protect them, would you truly be able to live with yourself If a werewolf and as to attack Teddy? Nymphadora? Knowing you could have prevented it? “

That had been the final nail. He knew he couldn’t sit by and let something like that happen. And Dumbledore knew that too. And the most frustrating thing was Remus knew that’s why he had said it. But even knowing it was a ploy to make him take the job, the seed had been planted in Remus’ head. And he had accepted.

But how was he supposed to tell Nymphadora. What was he supposed to tell her. How could he tell her he was effectively abandoning her and their son on what was lost likely the most dangerous journey of his life.

He pushed the front door open gently. He could hear gentle singing as he closed the door behind him, Dora clearly in some attempt to get Teddy to sleep. He placed his bag down and shrugged off his jacket, dropping it onto the hook and took a deep breath.

She was side steeping in the living room, bouncing Teddy on her hip and muttering some song about how she wanted Teddy to go to sleep. He watched them for a few moments, pinning the moment into his brain. He thought that’d be a good memory to take with him. Something he could replay in is final moments if he were to be discovered as a spy.

“ oh look who it is. Daddy’s home Ted “ the smile she gave him, the look of complete and utter adoration in her eyes, flushed his body with warmth. He was so in love with her. So unbelievably, hopelessly in love with her. Yet she might not ever even want to look at him by tomorrow. He tried his best to remain calm. Normal. A smile on his own face as his son reached out for him. It was hard not to smile in their presence.

“ there’s my boy “ he said softly and took him from her arms, leaning down to give Nymphadora a kiss as he did “ and my girl. Good day love? “ she gave a small shrug and brushed the back of her fingers across Teddys cheek as Remus held him.

“ being stuck inside again? Oh yeah it’s riveting… how was the meeting with Albus? “ he cleared his throat slightly at the mention of that and turned away from her a little. He was never very good at lying. He knew his face would give him away.

“ we’ll talk about it later. Shall we put him to bed hmm? “ she gave him a funny look but nodded “ my sleepy boy “ he pressed a kiss to his cheek, inhaling the scent of his skin and adding that to his memory too. Teddy gurgled an answer reaching out for a stray curl on remus’ forehead “ yes you’re absolutely right I do need a hair cut “ Remus often has full blown conversations with Teddy as if he could respond and understand. He convinced Dora that he could.

“ your daddy is silly isn’t he? “ Dora said with a smile, tickling Ted under his chin “ c’mon then he’d time “ Doras hand slid around his waist as they walked into their room that also served as Teds. Remus placed him down into the cot beside their bed, turning on the little dangling mobile above him.

He watched him for a few moments. He looked so peaceful. So unaware of the war brewing around him, his entire life ahead of him. So much to see and do and try. Remus heart ached at the idea of never seeing him take his first steps, say his first word, his first day at school, his first love. It gave him all the more reason to go. To save him from having that snatched away from him, to stop him from enduring the pain that Remus had to each month.

Nymphadora came up behind him, her hands slipping around his waist , up on her tiptoes to prop her chin on his shoulder.

“ he’s such a daddys boy. I’m offended “ she whispered and Remus gave a short laugh. It was true though “ I don’t blame him though you’re so good with him “ she murmured softly “ always goes straight off when you put him to bed “ he took a moment to appreciate where he was. A home. A wife that adored him. A son who was so unbelievably perfect. He didn’t want to leave it behind. Dora pressed a kiss to his shoulder and squeezed him lightly “ you’re so tense “ she whispered against his ear, her nose brushing against his skin “ always so tense “ she started pressing soft kisses to his neck and he couldn’t help but relax against her “ c’mon we don’t wanna wake him up, yeah? “ her hands slid up to take his and she lead him out of their room, pulling the door closed softly behind them.

He followed her in almost a trance to the sofa, his brain not with him. Too full. Too overwhelmed “ missed you “ she said with a grin as she placed herself in his lap, her arms looping around his neck. Her lips brushed against his and he couldn’t help but chase after her when she pulled back a little “ now Teds asleep… “ she said quietly and kissing him softly just once “ you wanna?… “ She was distracting. Far too distracting. This wasn’t how the night had planned to go.

“ Dora. Love “ he said against her lips, only really half trying to get her attention. She simply sighed dreamily against his skin, her arms looping tighter around him. He faltered a little and kissed her back, simply unable to resist her “ Nymphadora “ he pushed at her slightly before he could truly let himself get carried away. She pulled away with a slight frown.

“ sorry, you tired? Shall we just go to bed? It is late “ she brushed his hair off of his forehead with sympathy in her eyes.

“ actually I- Nymphadora I have to talk to you. It’s. It’s important “ she sat back and frowned again.

“ Remus “

“ I’ve been assigned a new mission “ her arms dropped from his shoulders as if she already knew what he was going to say to her.

“ don’t say it “ she was on her feet, a hand running through her hair “ don’t. Don’t tell me you’re going away again. You promised “ she pointed an accusing finger at him. He sat forward, his elbows on his knees

“ no one else can do it. I’m the only one who can get us this information “ he said simply and she laughed. A bitter and resentful tone filtering through it. Not the usual joyful, musical tones she let out.

“ what is it then? What is it that’s so important that they can’t send someone else? Why can’t Dorcas go? Gideon? Frank? There’s dozens more “ he punched the bridge of his nose and took another deep breath. He was getting a headache.

“ it’s werewolf camps. I happen to be the only one of the fore mentioned members that’s a werewolf so “ she laughed again, that bitter and awful laugh that he hated.

“ that doesn’t mean you have to do it! “ she said after a moment. Her tone higher, never one for being very good at holding back her anger. And he didn’t know what exactly it was that caused him too to snap so abruptly. But he did. He was on his feet in seconds.

“ I do! My whole life I’ve wanted to make my condition… mean something Dora! This is my chance to do something good- “

“ you’re condition doesn’t define you Remus! And you’ve done something good. You have something good. That little boy in there, you did that. We did that. He’s so wonderful, perfect. Your condition doesn’t define you, he does. Our baby…. Us Remus “ he’d never raised his voice to her before and he regretted it right away, but all the anger he’d held down around Albus was now at boiling point.

“ you don’t understand Nymphadora. You’ll never understand. You never have. You pretend that I’m fine. That I’m normal. But I’m not! I’m a monster. And there are plenty more people like me out there, people who will hurt you. Hurt teddy. And I have a chance to stop them. Or is that what you want? Do you want to wake up and find someone has ripped Teddys throat out? Huh?! “

“ stop Remus- “

“ or what bite him so he has to change every month? Do you want to have to lock him away and watch his bones break over and and over? Is that what you want! “

“ Remus! “ her eyes were filled with tears but maybe this for the best. Maybe she needed to hate him. Maybe. Just maybe. She’d let him go if she hated him. He ran a hand though his hair and shook his head.

“ you don’t understand Nymphadora. You don’t. It’s time we Both stop pretending here okay “ he held her eyes for a few seconds, his heart splintering inside its chest like a pane of glass with too much pressure, one tap away from shattering. He turned on his heel and headed into the hallway, grabbing his jacket again. He needed to get out of there now. He couldn’t bare to hurt her anymore.

“ if you walk out that door Remus. We won’t be here when you get back. I won’t do this again. I won’t “ he stopped with his hand over the door handle, he had already guessed that from the moment he knew he had to go again. But it stung to hear her confirm the fact.

“ I can’t force you to stay Nymphadora “ he heard a quiet gasp and what he was sure was tears. He couldn’t bare to look back at her and check if it was correct “ in fact. It’s probably best if you don’t. Take Teddy. Find somewhere safe. The war… it won’t last forever. You can hide it out “ he heard her footsteps approaching and he had to see her. He turned around to face her. He wished he hadn’t. He wanted to remember her smile, her eyes crinkling with laughter and happiness.

Her face now was twisted in disgust. Not even anger really. Just complete disgust. Disgusted in him.

“ you’re a coward Remus Lupin. A coward “ her face softened slightly then, sadness overtaking her. “ I don’t ever want to see you again. The second you close that door, if I ever see you again I won’t hesitate to hex you on sight. Do you understand me? “ he nodded and she took a step closer to him and he watched as she raised her hand a little.

His heart fell into the pit of his stomach as he watched her slip her wedding ring from her finger, his mothers ring that Hope had left specifically for Remus to give to his future wife. Which he had done. And now it was being returned “ give me your hand “ he did as he was told without question and she placed the ring in his palm. It felt like lead. “ I hope whoever gets that in the future…. You treat her better than me “

There was that final tap. The cracks in his heart no longer able to stay intact, shattering and tearing apart his insides. Bleeding from the inside.

He felt ill. Violently so. A deep and twisting ache in his chest that was trying to crawl its way out. He wanted to scream. He wanted to tell her the truth. Wanted to tell her desperately he wanted to run away with her, how deeply he adored every inch of her. That he was doing this because he needed her to be safe. But he couldn’t. She was stubborn. She would never let him go if she knew why he was doing it.

So he said nothing else. He turned and left the flat without a single look back.

#remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remadora #harry potter #remus x tonks #ronks #lupin #the marauders #tonks #tonks x lupin

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