hello everyone, today I’m bringing you: a Fantastic Beats AU where everything is the same except everyone has a dæmon
disclaimer: this AU is very self-indulgent and I haven’t thought out all details and impracticalities of it, so please don’t nitpick. anyway,
- only witches and wizards are born with dæmons, muggles don’t have them
- a lot of dæmons settle as birds seeing as it’s more convenient form that can follow its human when they travel via flying objects like broomsticks
- both Grindelwald and Graves have large birds of prey as their dæmons; the birds are different, but look similar enough to be mixed up by anyone who doesn’t pay too much attention (this is another reason for Graves to be extremely salty once they find him after the whole Grindelwand infiltration incident; “I can’t believe you fools couldn’t tell one bird from another,” he keeps saying. “Maybe I should summon that Scamander guy back in America and ask him to give you all a few zoology lessons.”)
- Tina’s dæmon is an english setter, Queenie’s is a dove
- Credence’s dæmon is a black cat, for two reasons, one of them being me finding it aesthetically pleasing, and the second is that it’d probably piss Mary Lou off even more because there’s a lot of superstitions around black cats plus all that stuff about them being familiars of witches
- when Credence was a child, and his dæmon could still change its form, it took shape of small animals/birds/insects so that Credence was able to hide it from Mary Lou in his pockets; then it settled as a black cat and Credence started having a really hard time keeping it from Mary Lou’s eyes
- I wasn’t sure about Newt’s dæmon, only knowing that I wanted it to be an animal he can carry around on his shoulder so it’d constantly pick fights with Pickett much to Newt’s agitation; then someone I was discussing this AU with suggested an occamy and I ran with it. maybe it doesn’t exactly fit him personality-wise, but it’s my favourite magical creature so I just kind of. put two of my faves together. personal bias much? why yes, absolutely
- (or, you know, Pickett himself could be Newt’s dæmon instead, now that I think of it; those drawings can be read as either of these two options)
- yes, magical creatures can also be dæmons, because why the hell not; I guess it’s just not that common, and if your dæmon settles as one it’s a sign that you’re most likely an eccentric and unpredictable person (and isn’t that what annoys other people)
okay I’m done and please for the love of god don’t delete this long ass comment
~ You would probably meet because James & Remus slipped some Amortentia into his pumpkin juice at dinner because they were tired of listening to him talk about you and Sirius would be all over you for the rest of the night
~ The next day Sirius would apologize and you would be super forgiving because you have such a huge crush on him
~ “Why’re you so understanding, huh Y/L/N? You like it or something?” he’d say with an eyebrow raised and a hot smug smile/ smirk
~ “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Black.”
~ And he’d just kiss you
~ And you’d kiss him back
~ And he’d tell you the Amortentia smelled like James Potter’s house, the smell of a new leather jacket, and your perfume and that he’d seen them slip it in his drink, he just wanted an excuse
~ And you would be unofficially official (in his mind at least)
~ You wouldn’t know you were his girlfriend until some Ravenclaw you’d never met ran from you after you smiled at him, claiming that he didn’t want to even breathe in Sirius Black’s girlfriend’s direction because Sirius would most likely kill him
~ And so you’d ask Sirius and he’d just turn into a blushing, mumbling git
~ “I mean…you want to be my girlfriend, yeah?”
~ “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Sirius.”
~ And he would smile and kiss your lips quickly before scurrying off down the hallway to his next class, “Later, angel!”
~ You would support him at Quidditch games (even if you weren’t in his house), wearing his school scarf
~ Victory sex after they win the Qudditch Cup
~ “Did you just use the stupefy charm or are you just a natural stunner?”
~ Lazy cuddling and eating chocolate muffins Sirius had smuggled from the kitchen in your dorm room on Sunday mornings
~ Playing pranks on him with James
~ Winks across the classroom
~ Lip bites whenever you walked in a room that drove you absolutely insane
~ Sirius would like calling you anything except your name so lots and lots of pet names that you couldn’t get enough of
~ When he would get detention you would get in trouble purposely and sit in detention with him
~ Sirius would be such a whiner
~ “Babe, give me a kiss.”
~ “Angel, I need attention.”
~ “Stop loving your books more than me.”
~ You would get extremely jealous of all the girls throwing themselves at him
~ He’d usually makes jokes about it but definitely assure you that you were all he needed / wanted
~ Sitting at the dinner table in a comfortable silence until James pipes up
~ “Remus owes me 3 galleons.”
~ “Yeah, what for?” you/Sirius would ask
~ “We had a contest to see who could moan Sirius’ name and sound more like Y/N. Peter judged, and I won.”
~ He would start imitating how you sound and you would just want to crawl in a hole and die
~ Sirius would just laugh and pull you into his chest as you blush and mumble about how much of a prick James was
~ Lots and lots of hickeys
~ He would help you with astronomy work all the time because he was so good at it
~ Always pointing at Canis Major when you had dates in the astronomy tower
~ And he would run his fingers through your hair and tell you, “You know, love, I used to be so amazed by the stars but, now, I look at you and wonder how the stars in the sky could ever compare to the ones in your eyes.”
~ And you would be so astounded by how in love this boy was with you that you wouldn’t even know what to say and you would pull him into the deepest kiss
~ And he would laugh and hold you, whispering how much he loved you into your ear as you pointed out more constellations
~ Him watching you on the Marauder’s Map
~ James would be so fed up and annoyed when you two first started dating
~ “Sirius, if you say Y/N one more time, I’ll kill you.”
~ He would always warn you about pranks before he pulled them not wanting you in the crossfires
~ You would be so impressed by his pranking brilliance
~ “Sirius, if you put as much work as you did into schoolwork as you did in these elaborate pranks, you would be top of the class.”
~ “You sound like Dumbledore.”
~ He would always give you his leather jacket when you looked the slightest bit uncomfortable
~ You’d walk into their dorm and Peter would smile, “Hey, Mrs. Black.”
~ “Don’t call her that,” Sirius would grumble. “She’s not a Black. She’s too pure to be a Black.”
~ You would do normal things like fly on a broomstick or walking across icy sidewalks to get inside and Sirius would lose his mind
~ “Darling, pleasebe careful. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’m always worrying, you know that.”
~ “Sirius, I was just walking up the steps.”
~ Getting into legitimate fights about books with Remus
~ “Moony, stop yelling at my baby! Middle-Earth is not a real place, anyways!”
~ And you would turn around and throw your Care of Magical Creatures textbook at him and scream, “IT IS A REAL PLACE, SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’M NOT YOUR BABY!”
~ Remus would smiled, “Yeah, Middle-Earth isn’t a real place until your girlfriend leaves you for Legolas.”
~ Cold walks in Hogsmeade hand in hand, laughing
~ Piggy back rides to class
~ He’d grab/slap your ass ALL THE TIMe
~ “I don’t deserve you.”
~ “Don’t you ever say that again.”
~ Getting tattoos together during the summer
~ Slughorn catching you in a closet of spare potion ingredients half naked making out
~ He would freak out and take you to Dumbledore who would pace in his office for about thirty minutes before letting out a heavy sigh and sitting down at his desk and giving you and Sirius the sex talk
~ James would think it was the most hilarious thing to ever happen
~ You and James would have a brother/sister relationship
~ Snape would be SO mean to you
~ Running your fingers through Sirius’ hair as he studies
~ The absolute best sex you have ever had in your life
~ Sirius walking around Gryffindor common room shirtless in pajama pants with long flaunting the long scratches down his back
~ You would pretend to be so angry but you would secretly love it because he was yours and every girl in that room now knew it
~ I feel like Sirius would try to start a punk rock band out of the Marauders but it would fail miserably so late at night, he would sing unfinished, abandoned, amazing songs in your ear softly
As I research this brilliant topic of Wiccan practices, origins, and history- lm learning of how stereotyped Im raised to believe witches and witchcraft alike are. Here’s some examples and rebuddles of what I mean…
Who has ever claimed that was the point… Because I do not follow Christian beliefs to a T doesn’t make me a worshipper of satan. These claims were made by Christians who believed the worship of ANYTHING besides “God” (the big guy in the white robe) is their devil.
“Dont do black magick on me!”
Anyone who has ever been remotely freaked out thinking we would curse their soul or ruin their lives with magic, has obviously never read the Wiccan Rede… what was it again? “An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will”? Huh…
“Eye of *animal*, Wing of *bird*”
These ingredients aren’t literal, at all… Although my young, shameless self believed it to be, these are just names made up for herbs, plants, and flowers that are ingredients to remedies witches didn’t want abused.
“Why don’t you carry your broom to fly on?”
This one makes me laugh. Woman used to literally ride broomsticks… maybe it’s a long story but people wanted to use an LSD like ointment and it was most affective on arm pits and … genitals. So they would lather up the broom handle and well… ride the broom into the night causing hallucinations. Weird shit right?
“You’re too colourful to be a witch”
How? Did I miss the dress code assembly? Because I can wear whatever the fuck I want. Being Wiccan is positive and peaceful and colours have magick their own. If a witch does decide to wear only black, good for them- black means protection, safety, and grounding (amongst other things).
“Where’s your black cat?”
Cats were once worshipped as symbols of multiple goddesses. In the beginning of the agricultural age, people brought cats with them where they went to ward off mice. Kittens were even wedding presents. Men went to war and women were stuck with the cat and were often widowed… since the woman lived alone- she was also likely to be accused of witchcraft. The Pope also claimed cats were satanic (?) so cats were burned alive - just like witches… but then the mice and rat population went sideways and here comes the Black Plague! Jokes on you - “Whatever you do shall be returns to you three times over”.
So here’s my explanation on stereotypes through research and the ability to look things up and not assume. These are based off of personal experience, first reactions… I also stuck to Wiccan beliefs along with my own personal thrown in the first one (sorry). There are witches out side of Wiccan who do worship Satan and that don’t follow the Rede but this is all biased. Correct me if I’m wrong anywhere here- I apologize already!
Summary: This was, without a doubt, the craziest thing you had ever done. Roughly inspired by the Goblet of Fire.
Tags: Grinding, oral sex, fingering, etc.
Note: To clarify any confusion, I am repostingmyold fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.
(A/N: My first time posting an original fic on my own blog! Give me all your thoughts and feedback, good or bad! Y/N: Your Name Y/H: Your Hogwarts House)
Warnings: None? (Valentine’s Day hate?)
“So, have any plans for Valentine’s Day yet?” Your friend Ian asked you across the Y/H table. His eyebrows were raised in what some would think is a mocking way, but you knew he wasn’t being mean. He was just giving you a hard time, like he always did.
“Oh pretty much the same as always,” you responded airily. “Burning stuffed bears and ranting about what an awful greeting card holiday Valentine’s Day is.” You saw Ian grin, but then your gaze drifted to a certain Platinum blond Slytherin boy who always seemed to catch your eye.
Draco Malfoy was sitting at the end of the Slytherin table, looking deathly bored as Pansy Parkinson tittered on about something in her shrill voice. Ian’s eyes followed yours then rolled back to you, a smirk twisting his lips.
“How about, instead of purposely isolating yourself on one of the most loving holidays of the year you ask someone out. Maybe a certain Slytherin with ‘enchanting grey eyes and a killer body’?” Ian recalled the way you described Draco when you got tipsy two months ago late night in the Y/H common room. It was the first time you told anyone about your infatuation with Draco, and Ian had kept pretty quiet about it until now. “Listen, Y/N, jokes aside you should really give it a shot with him.”
“He’s not just another random though, he’s Draco Mal-” you began but were waved off by an exasperated Ian.
“I know, I know. Draco Malfoy. Sole air of the Malfoy bloodline. Slytherin prince. Gag.” Ian made a vomiting face that made you giggle, a sound that echoed through the emptying Great Hall. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Draco Malfoy look your way, but you quickly turned back to Ian to avoid making it obvious you were looking at him. “He’s not really all that stuff, Y/N. He’s a normal person who probably enjoys letting all that go when he gets to. You should just approach him like he’s anybody else, because he is.”
The Great Hall had mostly cleared out, only a handful of stragglers left at each table. You were surprised to see Draco still hanging around, he was usually extremely punctual but today he seemed to be waiting for something.
You noticed Ian collecting his things to head off to Herbology, “Just think about it, okay? I’d hate to go to Madame Puddifoot’s with Katie alone.” Ian tossed you a conspiratorial wink, then strode out of the Great Hall.
Sighing you collected your things and made to follow Ian toward the exit. You were looking around to see if Draco had departed yet when you nearly collided with someone lurking in the doorway.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I-” you cut yourself when your eyes connected with the cool grey eyes you day dreamed about constantly.
“Don’t be sorry, I was standing in your way, it’s my fault,” Draco looked at you in a soft way that wasn’t quite a smile but made your insides melt all the same. “Y/N, correct?”
You suddenly forgot how to speak English, you were so flustered by Draco’d casual demeanor. So you just nodded, hoping you didn’t look as stupid as you felt.
“I’ve seen you around at the Qudditch matches, you enjoy playing?” Draco inquires, seeming genuinely interested.
You realized he was actually asking you a question and tried to compose yourself to form a coherent response, “Oh uh, no. I’m awful at playing, but I love watching Quidditch. It’s so high energy, and it really inspires house comradery.”
Merlin’s beard. What the hell did you just say? If he didn’t think you were ridiculous before, he would now. You just hoped this would end soon so you wouldn’t say something completely awful.
But Draco actually chuckled after considering your response, “Yeah, I suppose it does. So you don’t fly then?” He questioned and began to walk down the corridor. You assumed he meant you to follow so you kept pace with him, captivated by his striking side portfolio.
“Ah, yeah I do fly. I may not have any talent on the pitch, but flying is still the most invigorating feeling ever. Just you and a broom in the air, the wind pushing against you, the breathtaking views, it makes me feel alive. I know that probably sounded a little cheesy,” you shifted your gaze sheepishly to the ground.
You were embarrassed about going on so openly about your passion for flying, but you suddenly felt a light pressure on your arm.
You looked up quickly and saw Draco trying to catch your eye. The two of you stopped in the middle of an empty corridor. The emotion on Draco’s face was so open and raw, you were stunned.
“I don’t think it’s cheesy at all,” he started. “I know exactly what you mean, when you’re up in the air it’s a feeling like no other. Like anything is possible.”
Suddenly the stoic, confident Draco Malfoy you were used to dropped away, revealing someone more real, more vulnerable.
“I know this is going to seem sudden, but would you like to fly a few laps around the pitch with me sometime?” Draco looked at you with a face full of expectation.
Your breath caught in your throat as the weight of his words registered, and you realized that the Draco Malfoy had asked you out on a date.
Unsure of what else to say, you squeaked out: “When were you thinking?”
The corners of Draco’s mouth tilted up. “Tuesday? If that works for you.” He was grinning in earnest, his eyes wide and almost sparkling you thought.
“Valentine’s Day? You want to fly brooms on Valentine’s Day instead of going to Madame Puddifoots?” You questioned Draco, but scolded yourself for sounding like you were turning him down.
“Roses, tea, and candy hearts? Not really my thing but if you prefer-”
“No!” You nearly shouted. “Um, no. I’d much rather have a lap around the pitch than have a half naked baby throw dead rose petals in my food.”
Draco chuckled and began to walk away. “It’s a date then, see you Tuesday, Y/N.”
You were in utter disbelief at what had happened, but before you could be too swept away, something occurred to you.
“Draco, wait,” Draco turned, mild concern painting his face. “I don’t have my broom,” you informed him. You expected him to be frustrated, but instead he broke into another genuine grin.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “There’s plenty of room for the both of us on mine.” He grinned mischievously and continued to walk away, while you stood there stunned at the morning you had had.
A real witch school. One that teaches all sorts of paganisms and mythologies. One that is inclusive/tolerant/respectful to all cultures and religions, sexual orientations and gender identities, races and heritages, abilities and potentials. One that welcomes all types of witches. One that would have enough funding and donors from spiritual awareness and religious tolerance organizations to where our school would be low tuition, or tuition-free.
One where being brilliant in magick is felt; where there is no need for fancy special effects to falsely show light flying from our wands, because magick is better felt in the present and in its after effects than seen.
One where there is no need for flying broomsticks to intrigue people, as the cleansing that can be done with brooms is enough.
Our potions may not defy the laws of gravity by blowing bubbles inches into the air, but they still do their intended effects well.
Our herbs may not audibly scream when uprooted, but they may quell the the screams from those in physical or mental torment.
Our crystals may be incapable of being literal physical portals to other worlds, but they may help our energies shift into being aware of other states of being and diverse realms.
Our spirit workings and fae sightings may be debatable (spirits and the fae do not usually show themselves as a consistant single form to everyone in a specific place), but no one would silence a student for having an experience with an otherworldly being.
Our diverse reckonings with deities may be unconnected and dissimilar, but our passion for and dedication to our craft would connect us.
If we were to be sorted into houses, this would be postponed until students were a)mature enough to have established personalities and developed senses of personal morals and of self, and b)students had a sense of togetherness and pride based on being witches, not based on something that may be as isolating and divisive as merely having an overwhelming sense of house pride (these are the two biggest downfalls that I see in sorting within the Hogwarts model). Students would learn to have pride in a bigger, more universal picture (practicing magick), rather than in exclusive catagories.
I by no means have set out in this post to trample on the Harry Potter franchise, as I believe in infinite universes, and I believe that every artist, every author, literally creates every universe they fictionally create (with the exception of extreme polarity/power inbalances, but that is another topic altogether), this literal creation simply happens on another universe. But, as we do not live on the universe where the magic of Harry Potter is accesible to us, the next best thing would be to have a school that embraces witchcraft for what it is on this universe.
-leia: (obviously) the headmistress
-han: gatekeeper tries to avoid talking to leia
-chewie: han’s dog, han can understand him
-poe: gryffindor, quidditch captain, has a fight going on with rey on who’s better at flying, in love with finn, prefect
bb8: poes small owl, they fly together (him sitting on poes shoulder or just flying near the broomstick)
-rey: gryffindor, also in the quidditch team, best friends with finn, knows about poes and finns crush but has promised to keep it a secret
-finn: hufflepuff, in love with poe, has never missed just one single quidditch game when poe was playing
-kylo: very angry emo slytherin boy has a large group of fake friends
-hux: slytherin, best friends with phasma, acts like he hates kylo but deep down wants to be part of his friend group, prefect
-luke: former teacher now on a trip to find out new things about magic
-that stormtroopers that decide to walk away after seeing kylo destroying stuff: ravenclaws
-resistance pilots: members of the quidditch teams
what she means:
you know what’s really fucked up? that the reason people believed witches flew on brooms was because midwifes (who were often accused of witchcraft) decided to get high off of some of their plants/medicines and other stuff. so to do it without taking it orally (because it was dangerous) they would put the ointment they’d created on a broom and put it against their genitals (because it got into their bloodstream faster) - they’d hallucinate hardcore and they would “fly”. hence the widespread image of a naked witch on a broomstick. quidditch exists because some people circa the 1600s where getting high by putting drugs on their vaginés
I dreamt that I found this very cryptic mural in an alley in Seattle and realized that it was a message from the Dark Tower. I didn’t know exactly what the message meant, only that the Tower was trying to get my attention. Later, a strange man on a bike raced after me down the street and pressed a soft pink eraser into my hand. He rode off without a word, and I saw that there were bullet holes in his coat. I held the eraser up to my ear and heard, very faintly, what sounded like a children’s choir singing “Shalom Chaverim”.
I stayed the night at my friend Rose’s house. I woke up and heard someone running down the stairs - her older (fictional) brother stopped and stared at me, and I realized that we’d just shared the same dream.
The rest of the dream was relatively goofy. Someone stole my flying broomstick, and it magically grew in girth until it had turned back into the tree it was built from. The thief was no longer able to hold on and fell to his death. Then I had to rescue a bunch of Adventure Time characters from a shipwreck.
Character: Remus Lupin.
Era: Marauders Era.
Warnings: Talk of scars.
Info: No house or blood status is mentioned. Just some short fluff.
Summary: When you and Remus decided to miss out on the Quiddich celebrations, you find it hard to debate whether to go and retrieve your friends or not when you’re so comfortable.
A/N: You should read this because it had drunk Sirius and James near the end, and that part is actually one of the favourite things I’ve ever come up with.
Despite it being 2 in the morning, you could still here the whoops and mull of the Gryffindor house in celebration, despite them celebrating the quidditch success since 5:30 the previous evening.
Remus came out of the bathroom and admired you for a short moment. The dull flicker of the lights made the dimly lit room cosy as you sat with your legs crossed on his bed, his Gryffindor jumper wrapped warmly around you, joggers and fuzzy socks as you turned your head and smiled at him.
He walked over and jumped onto the bed, leaning over to kiss your cheek before slumping back to lean on one of his arms.
“We should try and drag Sirius and James up to bed.”
“What about Peter?”
“If he’s been trying to keep up with those two, he’ll be passed out already. And if we don’t do something soon, then so will Sirius.” You explained as he groaned, giving you a cheeky smile.
“Can we not leave them?” He suggested as he shifted closer to you.
“No, we can’t.” You said, giving him a pointed look but not being able to hide your smile.
“Just for a minute? Or ten?” He suggested, placing his forehead on yours, pushing his lips to yours as you giggled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back with him, his head hitting his pillow as you squealed and his grip on your waist tightened.
“Oh no, looks like we can’t go get them now, what a shame.” He said with mock disappointment, moving his foot to try and move the covers further up the bed.
“And I thought you’d be the one to help your friends.” You teased back as he finally managed to stretch his free arm to drag up the duvet to encase you both.
“I am not my brothers keeper.”
“Wow. Quoting the Bible. I didn’t know you read anything other than DADA textbooks.”
“Well, it might as well be fiction.”
“Says the magical werewolf who won’t go get his friends from a party where they were celebrating chasing an enchanted ball on flying broomsticks.” You retorted, sliding off his body to lay your ear on his pillow and your body to the side, inviting the warmth from the duvet.
“Touché.” He replied with a chuckle as you kissed his collarbone before laying your hands on his bare chest before quickly retreating them backwards.
“Merlin Remus, you’re freezing.”
“Noooo, your hands are warm.” He complained like a child before gently taking your wrists and placing the warm palms on his cheeks as he closed his eyes and kept them there whilst he soaked up the warmth.
“Maybe if you didn’t walk around shirtless so much you wouldn’t be so cold.”
“It’s hard when you’ve taken my jumper, isn’t it?” He said, raising his eyebrows cheekily.
“This isn’t the only piece of clothing you own!” You exclaimed as he laughed and pulled you closer, his nose against yours.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispered as you smiled up into his eyes.
“So are you.” You mused.
“Yeah. The scars are real beautiful.” He said sarcastically as your hands trailed their way down to the dips in the skin by his ribs.
“They are. They’re a mark of how strong you are. Of how you’ve survived. It lets me know that you can be hurt and safe when you’re out there.”
“You shouldn’t be worrying your pretty little head about anything when I’m out there.” He said, placing his lips on your forehead for several seconds.
“I like worrying. I’m very good at it.” You informed him as he laughed, looking down before he put his lips against your, your heart thumping as his lips moved slowly against yours, his bare chest pressed up against you and his arms pulling you in by the small of your back.
It was beautiful. It was loving and sensual in the most innocent way.
“Mmm. I don’t like you anymore.” You sighed against his lips softly as his eyes dragged open as he chuckled, staring gently at you.
“Because now if I want to get the boys up here, I need to get out of here, where I’m warm and snuggly.” You complained, pushing your cheek against Remus’ chest where he now lay on his back.
“Or… We could just lay here, allow them to be teenagers and allow them to make their own mistakes.” He shrugged as you looked up and met his eyes.
“Oh God. We’re an old married couple already, aren’t we?” You joked as he tightened his grip your body and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s not the end of the world.” He said, and if on cue, the duo stumbled in.
“Hey look. Moony. And Mrs Moony.” Sirius beamed like he’d just discovered something amazing.
“See. Now you don’t have to get out of bed.” Remus whispered in your ear.
“James! James, Moony is whispering, they’re talking about us.”
“We weren’t Pads.”
“Promise?” He asked like a four year old.
“Promise.” You confirmed as he giggled and flopped into bed.
“I’m a Dementor. Oooohhhhhhh.” A figure shaped like James said, running around the room in a blanket.
“Prongs, please go to sleep.” Remus asked as Sirius went:
“Moony. Moony. Moony. Moony moony moon moons.”
“Yes?” He said unimpressed.
“Make sure Y/N doesn’t watch me getting changed.”
“I won’t Sirius.” You told him.
“I don’t trust you.” He stated simply as Remus chucked the duvet over your head.
“See. She won’t look.”
“Thanks Moony, love wooo.” He said blissfully.
“Ha. Love woo.” You mocked as Remus kicked your leg.
“Why doesn’t Lily love me?”
“Oh God. He’s that type of drunk.” Remus muttered as he pulled the covers back to let you see again.
“Omigod! Prongs, Y/N was here the entire time!” Sirius gawked, now in a different shirt and his boxers, stumbling through the room.
“Maybe it’s not that she doesn’t love you, she just doesn’t realise it yet.” You told him gently as his pout and the sad flop of messy hair with the blanket around his shoulders made him look like the sad kid who was told to stop playing superheroes.
“But will she ever?” He asked, pouting.
“I tell you what James, why don’t you go to sleep and we’ll go to the Astronomy Tower and look in the crystal balls tomorrow morning?” You said. Neither of you had the talent or ‘the gift of sight’ as it was put but Prongs usually forgot this in his drunken state and nodded thoughtfully as he got under the covers fully clothed.
Sirius, however, was still skipping around the room.
“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts, teach us something please!” He sang, jumping about the centre of the room.
“Will you pass me the map please?”
“It’s for Moony.” He looked at you suspiciously before waddling over and handing you the paper before you grabbed his hand and told him:
“Yes Mummy Moony.” He muttered, letting your hand fall as he climbed into bed and turned your head to Remus.
“He’s in the common room, he’s fine.” Remus said, muttering:
“Mischief Managed.” Whilst you brought the dim lights to darkness and placed your wand on the windowsill next to the bed.
“How do I get Lily to love me?” James asked, Sirius already snoring as you found a comfy position in Moony’s arms and began to drift off.
“Give good hugs.”
idea: witches with flying broomsticks that make a noise based on their personality. like, a punk girl but her broom sounds like a motorcycle engine while she flies and a cute little flowery hipster girl, and hers sounds like a buzzing bee
or, better yet: reverse these. cuz they’d be based on your internal personality.
So over the past week I’ve been working on an au that started as a pet shop/flower shop tsukyam au but I ended up adding magic to it and a bunch of other fun things. Long story short; Yamaguchi is learning how to master plant spells from Suga while also helping him in his gardening shop, while Tsukishima, someone who wanted to try to live a magic free life, ends up getting a job in a pet store run by two shapeshifters. (more notes about it below. I ended up writing a lot whoops)
“Can you blokes slow down? My legs are littler than yours!” Y/N called after the four rowdy boys. “You speed up, Mini Moony! We’re gonna miss the train!” Sirius yelled back to her, not slowing down in the slightest. A few sprints later, the five teenagers made it to the train, quickly shuffling into a cart just as it began to move. “Padfoot, if you ever wait until the last minute to pack again, I will personally make sure that the rest of your life is miserable,” Y/N threatened, trying to catch her breath. “We made it, didn’t we?” He smirked, earning a glare from Y/N. “Take It easy, Little Lupin. We got here before it left, and we’re heading heading home for the summer,” James smiled. Y/N grumbled a “whatever” in response and rested her head on her brother’s shoulder.