the broome times

Patronus
  • So the patronus isn’t straight up taught in Hogwarts, as a wise professor once said, it’s a ‘highly advanced spell, well beyond O.W.L level’
  • But you know, this is the marauders, the rebellious little nerds that we all know and love.
  • So James got hold of a book from  the library one day about how to do the patronus and it seemed very cool. Not the whole fighting dementors part, but the distant and simple communication? priceless for a marauder.
  • And so they all stayed up one night trying to learn how to do it.
  • Sirius was actually the first to successfully do the spell. He had spent the last hour lavishly flinging his wand in the air shouting ‘Expecto Patronum!’ to no avail. Them Remus told him he should try to think of a happier memory.
  • He thought of the first time he had called Euphemia Potter ‘mum’. It had been an accident and had really just slipped out. He had been so embarrassed. But none of the Potter’s seemed to have noticed. A few moments later James had turned over to Sirius and said.’Could you pass your brother the salt then?’
  • And Sirius had never felt more part of a family in his life.
  • He was so engrossed in the memory he didn’t even notice the frantic black dog shoot out to his wand and knock Peter onto his backside.
  • Peter was next, he was thinking of the moment when some of the Slytherins had been bullying him earlier one day in first year and he had been crying down by the lake all afternoon, only to have Remus come up and sit behind him, rubbing his back and comforting him. Then Sirius and James had pushed the Slytherins into the Black lake right in front of him. How they had laughed. Real friends.
  • The small rat that scurried out of Peter’s wand that night was the first and last one Peter could ever produce. This was 6th year and soon the war became to much for the young boy.
  • Standing next to a struggling James, Remus was viciously whispering and flicking his wrists over and over again. ‘Expecto Patronum. Expecto Patronum. Expecto f’fucks sake. This is hopeless.’
  • ‘You can do it Moony.’ Sirius smiled.
  • Remus thought about the first time he had kissed the stupid black haired Gryffindor in front of him. Sirius had been stealing something out of one of the cupboards along the school corridors when Remus had caught him on prefect rounds.
  • Looking back on it Remus couldn’t help but laugh at how unsubtle Sirius had been about the whole thing. ‘Oh, we seem to have bumped into each other Moons’ ‘What a coincidence.’ Remus of course had just assumed Sirius was trying to tease him into giving him detention, something Remus would never do, and had ended up getting pretty annoyed and flustered about being this close to Sirius in a small space and omg he could feel the heat of his skin and ah this was too much and he couldn’t stop talking.
  • Until Sirius closed that little gap between them to shut him up.
  • And Remus had never been happier. And he had never looked back.
  • And then a large animal came running out of the end of his wand, and Remus thought to himself.
  • ‘It’s a dog! Sirius and I have the same Patronus!’
  • Only Remus’ was much bigger than Sirius’ dog… and it’s tail was bushier.. and did it just howl?
  • No. This wasn’t fair. Not this. That wasn’t how this was supposed t be. It was meant to be a happy memory. This wasn’t fair, after all this time, the one thing he thought he could share with his boyfriend.. and this was what he gets… another reminder about how imperfect and unworthy and unwanted…
  • And then there was Sirius standing next to him, sliding his arm around his back and kissing him gently on the cheek.
  • ‘I love it.’ He whispered.
  • ‘ ‘s not fair.’ Remus mumbled.
  • ‘Remus look.’ Sirius replied. ‘it’s not that. It’s a wolf. A normal wolf. A loyal and pack having, friendly wolf.’
  • And Sirius was grinning.
  • But Remus just shrugged.
  • James was having the most trouble of them all.
  • Something was wrong, he just couldn’t seem to do it. He kept thinking of happy memories, first time he rode a broom, first time Sirius came to stay, first time he transformed into a stag.
  • And still nothing.
  • Tiny wisps of silver.
  • And then nothing.
  • ‘It’s fine James, we already know what it’s going to be.’
  • ‘I know,’ James replied through gritted teeth. ‘I just want to see it.’
  • And he was so fustrated.
  • And making a crap load of noise about it too.
  • So much noise in fact, that he started to wake the other residents of the Gryffindor tower up from their slumber.
  • And so a very grumpy and tired Lily Evans came storming down the staircase.
  • ‘What in Merlin’s name are you twats doing now!’
  • ‘Ah Evans.’ Sirius grinned. ‘care to join us?’
  • ‘It’s three in the fucking morning Black! I’m supposed to be sleeping, except someone has been screaming for the past half hour about how hard this is and he trying but it’s not working, and I can’t tell if James is finally losing his virginity or doing his homework for once, but what I do know is that it’s stopping me from being able to enjoy the few hours of the day that I don’t have to be around you lot.’
  • A rather deeply embarrassed James pushed past a bent-over-with-laughter Sirius.
  • ‘Actually Lily,’ he said, trying to act suave and like he hand’t just heard the last bit. ‘We are trying to do the patronus charm.’
  • This had peaked Lily’s interest, and although she knew better, she asked. ‘Really? The patronus charm? Wow. A proper one?’
  • ‘Yepp.’ peter chimed in. ‘And we’ve all been able to do it, except for James.’
  • Lily cocked her eyebrow.
  • ‘Oh.’ She smiled. ‘Let me try then.’
  • James, not wanting to be shown up any more by the fiery red head who was hopelessly in love with, quickly butted in. ‘No no. I mean, you can try.. but its really hard and took everyone ages to master and you’ll be up all night trying and-’
  • ‘Potter.’ She replied sternly.
  • It only took her three attempts.
  • And there it was.
  • A beautiful silver shimmering doe burst through the tip of her wand and gracefully ran across the common room, galloping past it occupants before turning and vanishing as Lily dropped her arm. She grinned.
  • ‘See? Not so hard then.’
  • James just stared. Open mouthed. Like the rest of the marauders. Dumb-founded in total and complete shock, until Lily just gave up on them and went back off to bed.
  • James didn’t have any trouble producing a Patronus after that.

James Potter splattering cake all over his parents, and continuing to then face plant in the cake on his first birthday. James Potter giggling uncontrollably when his cousins put him on a toy broom for the first time on his second birthday. James Potter accidentally enchanting his own glasses and watching, fascinated, as they zoom out the window on his fifth birthday. James Potter being all smug on his tenth birthday because he’s reached double digits. James Potter’s three new friends: Sirius, Remus, and Peter, throwing cream pies at his face across the Great Hall at eleven. James Potter hopelessly pining for a certain redhead instead of doing a birthday prank with the Marauders at age fourteen. James Potter getting the best gift possible from his fiery girlfriend at seventeen (Sirius proceeding to tease him endlessly about it the next morning). James Potter walking up to his pregnant wife and kissing her senseless on his nineteenth birthday. James Potter throwing baby Harry up and down as Lily watches, taking photographs at twenty. James Potter standing at the alter as Sirius’s best man, watching as his two best friends promise to love each other forever when he is twenty two. James Potter tearing up when Sirius and Remus announce that they’re adopting a beautiful baby girl on his twenty-fifth birthday. James Potter laughing hysterically when Harry gets him a pranking kit for his thirtieth birthday. James Potter hugging Harry, Ron, and Hermione when they graduate from Hogwarts on his thirty-seventh birthday. James Potter conducting “happy birthday”, as his family sings to him at age forty. James Potter smiling and crying and laughing when he discovers he’ll be a grandfather at forty-five. James Potter having a quiet birthday with Lily, the love of his life, at forty-nine. James Potter nervously asking Lily to go out on a date with him on his fifty-fifth birthday. James Potter surrounded by the people he loves as they wish him a happy fifty-seventh birthday.

James Potter growing up to be an old man. James Potter living.

Tell Me You’re Okay

Request from anon: Hello! Could I please request a fic where Draco gets injured playing quidditch and tries to hide it from the Reader so he doesn’t seem weak in front of her but she finds out and looks after him because she secretly loves him? 

Thanks for the request :) ~reminder that I’m offline until the 16th June, these are all queued posts~

Originally posted by staycuteandcozy

You were sat in the Gryffindor stand with your scarf wrapped tightly around your  body. Even though today’s game was Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw, you, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny insisted on turning up to support the teams. Although you didn’t tell anyone, you were secretly there just to watch Draco Malfoy. You’d promised him you’d be there despite the freezing conditions; the hail and snow was pelting down upon the players and the wind was making them swerve unexpectedly. “Talk about team spirit.” Ron muttered when another gust of wind washed over all of you. You shivered, but you knew the players had it worse off. “We’re here to support them…” Hermione replied, her voice cracking through her chapped lips. “Are you sure it’s not just so that Harry can watch Cho?” Seamus asks, laughing. Harry turns a shade of crimson before replying. “Shut up, I’m just observing her… tactics.” You shake your head, trying to obscure the fact that you’re only there for the Slytherin Seeker.

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domestic linny

for @hpfemslashnw

  • ginny takes luna out her broom all the time - and it’s the most romantic thing ever 
  • they move in together in a nice flat in london when they’re around 21
  • luna doesn’t know what she wants to be yet, she kinda just goes with the flow, but ginny definitely wants to be a professional quidditch player
  • nights in!!! luna cooks!!! romantic dinners!!!
  • they want to explore the muggle world, so they take walks around in london and go to muggle bars and the movies and all the things muggles to in their free time
  • luna draws everywhere - both the walls in their flat and ginny’s hands are full of ink
  • every sunday they have dinners at the burrow
  • luna is definitely the big spoon, and there is nothing ginny loves more than laying in luna’s arms, listening to the quietness of their flat and the distant sounds of london
  • luna comes to every one of ginny’s quidditch matches
  • lazy mornings with music and cuddling and breakfast in bed is their jam
  • ginny sings - in the shower, on the table, while folding clothes and while making dinner - and luna loves it
  • luna constantly reminds ginny how much she loves her - out of the blue she’ll just say “ginny, i love you so much i don’t know what to do with myself” like she’s commenting on the weather, and ginny just melts
  • they’re just so happy and content and love each other so much oh my god
Arkos Pregnancy Au

here it is folks. What started out as a way of making me feel less depressed spiralled out into this beautiful au.

are you ready??? (also please keep in mind that I only did some research into pregnancy so if something is wildly inaccurate its because I’m lazy)

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vex: [attempts to shoot from the broom for the first time back in 47]

percy: OKAY, you’re not holding onto the broom anymore……….

vex: no no no no!!! i’ve been practicing!!!!

percy, panicking: has it not occurred to you that you’re not going to be able to fly…………………

vex: NO NO NO look!! i’m not holding on percy!! look at me not holding on!!

percy:

About Time (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Description: Hello can I request for a Draco one shot about the reader from gryffindor and is the seeker of the gryffindor quidditch team (forget Harry for a while hehe) and she is the one who always annoy him during matches and one day Draco actually likes her but didn’t say anything but one day he just cannot stand it anymore and just kisses her or something? Thanks!!!

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( Author’s Note: Excuse my crappy titles)

Draco’s POV

I  sigh as I bring myself down to the ground. (Y/N) lands next to me not long after, the snitch still in her hand, a smirk on her face.

“Hard luck, Malfoy,” She grins, jumping of her broom.

“Next time, (Y/L/N), I’ll beat you,” I warn but her smug grin does not disappear.

“I wish you the best of luck then,” She says before scurrying off with the Weasley girl.

I watch her as she leaves, hair flicking behind her.

“Yeah good luck trying to get her, Malfoy,” Goyle comments as he hops of his broom.

“I don’t know what you mean?"I say with a glare.

"I’m just saying that your constant staring gives it away,” He defends and I grunt, walking away from the scene. Making sure to make a point of stepping on his foot.

When (Y/N) enters the great hall, the Gryffindor table erupts in to cheers, abandoning their dinner and standing to congratulate her, making me sigh as I watch it unfold.

“What an awful racket,” I sigh

“Yes, I’ve rather lost my appetite,” Pansy comments and I roll my eyes.

“However it seems Draco is quite enjoying the view,” Blaise smirks.

I ignore him, turning my attention back to the Gryffindor seeker. She’s smiling and laughing with her friends and I suddenly notice that when she laughs, her tongue pokes out slightly. I find myself smiling at the cuteness of the habit.

I forget that I’m staring until (Y/N) suddenly locks eyes with me. I’m to surprised too look away but she just waves at me with a smirk before turning back to her friends, leaving me with a slight blush of humiliation.

I find my self staring at Gryffindor’s most priced player more than usual  over the next few weeks, finding more quirks. Some are infuriating, like the way she bites her lip when she’s concentrating. Through finding this quirk I also realised that the feeling that makes my heart speed up when I see her is my feelings for her.

I’ve been in nothing but a bad mood after this discovery.

“What’s wrong with you ?” (Y/N) asks as we take notes from the board during transfiguration. “You look in a more foul mood than normal,”

“How observant of you,"I snap and she frowns.

"I just asked,” She defends but I ignore her because my mind has betrayed me and I’m suddenly thinking about how it would be to kiss her.

“Mr Malfoy, I don’t believe you can risk dozing off in my class when I have the power to pull you from next weeks Gryffindor versus Slytherin match,” Professor McGonagall snaps, bringing me back to reality.

“Uh yeah, sorry Professor,”

“May I suggest that you may get more work done if you weren’t always staring at Miss (Y/L/N),”

I can feel a blush rising to my cheeks, followed by slight mortification.

“(Y/L/N) has done it again, she’s caught the snitch!”

She holds the snitch up in pride, grinning from ear to ear. I slam my fist onto the end of my broom in anger before landing, as usual, (Y/N) lands not long after me with a smug smile.

“Not this time, Draco,” She says, jumping of her broom and standing next to me.

However something suddenly snaps and I can’t stand it anymore, I step forward, pulling her into me and pushing my lips on to hers. She’s hesitant for a second before she kisses back,  wrapping her arms around my neck and somehow moving closer.

We pull apart after what feels like hours. The cheers have subsided and everyone is looking at us in shock.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,"I admit and she laughs.

"About time, Malfoy,” She smirks.

here’s the lyrics of “Broom Temperature” by The Grubbles, translated:

Drop to your knees but come back up swingin

Not just a broom but the truth that we're slingin

Low and diiiirtyyy

Show y'all how to bring the hurt we
have been hurt oftennnn

~instrumental~

About now, i bet you’re askin who are these punks
Or maybe you think we should fetch you a drink?

Well in low-blood fashion
you can suck my chitin chunk

Dammek is bronze and burnished
I’m just the rust

Try to test our mettle
and when the dust settle
your regret will be earnest
and your blood spilled to stain

THE DUST

Drop to your knees, but come back up swingin
Not just a broom but the truth that we're slingin (x2)

Low and diiiirtyyy

Show y'all how to bring the hurt we
are hurt by highbloods

~instrumental~

Blood boils
Blood boils

Drop to your knees, but come back up swingin
Not just a broom but the truth that we’re slingin (x2)

Low and diiiirtyyy

Show y'all how to bring the hurt we

Routine

So I made these posts some time ago and wrote a thing with it. You’re welcome.
So, this is my first time posting writing on here so, excuse me if it’s weird.


At the young age of four, there was not much Kakashi Hatake could do. Not yet entered into the academy, yet old enough to begin at home training sessions that were limited compared to his skill.

The young Hatake puffed out his cheeks as he sat cross legged in the center of his home. He had grown bored of his toys and the training he did on his own grew repetitive.

The sliding of the door and a call of his name signified his father’s return and he jumped up joyfully. He rushed to the door, a hop in his step as he went.

“Welcome back, papa!” Kakashi beamed at the much taller man. “How did your mission go?”

Sakumo smiled lightly at his son, gently placing a hand on his head and ruffling his already messy silver locks. “It went well. Have you eaten anything yet?”

“No.” The boys tone and smile were sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. “I was playing.”

“That’s fine. You can help me out, then.” Sakumo stepped passed the boy, heading straight for the kitchen.“ For a moment, Sakumo considered how cute the sound of his own loud footsteps were echoed by Kakashi’s smaller and quieter steps.

"What will we make, papa?” Kakashi’s eyes seemed to shine with excitment as they entered the kitchen.

“I’m not particular.” Sakumo muttered, placing his index finger and thumb to his chin. “I’m not sure about you, but I’m famished. How about something simple?”

There was a pause as Kakashi considered and Sakumo drug a stool from one of the many cabinets lining the bottom of the counters. Just tall enough for Kakashi to reach the cooking surface.

They were quick to decide on what to create as Kakashi climbed the stool. A simple dish that would not take more then thirty minutes to make.

Both father and son were glad for this as their stomachs growled.

As they cooked, the younger of the two explained in exaggerated detail how his day went. From how he managed to chip his wooden kunai throwing it at a tree, to how he explored around their home and found a creek to splash in.

Sakumo could not help but to chuckle as Kakashi flashed a toothy grin. He wasn’t sure why the boy insisted on hiding his face behind masks or scarfs. Perhaps it was just this new generation’s fashion that he was sure he would never understand, but he was glad he did not hide in private. His smile could brighten anyone’s day, especially his own.

“Do you think one day, I can be a great ninja like you, papa?”

The question threw him off, so much so he had to pause in his chewing. With a heavy swallow, he chuckled lightly and nodded slowly. “I think you’ll become a greater ninja than me, Kakashi.”

Large grey eyes slowly blinked, then lit up once again as the boy grinned. “You think so, papa?”

“Oh, I know so.” He mirrored Kakashi’s grin.

The two happily retreated to the kitchen, plates and cutlery in hand. Using his trusty stool, Kakashi happily washed the dishes as Sakumo put them away.

Sakumo began to whistle a upbeat tune as they worked, wiping off the stove, clearing off the counter tops and sink.

Kakashi attempted to mimic the sound, but only succeeded in blowing a raspberry in his fathers direction, earning himself a laugh. Instead, the young Hatake hummed the tune with his father happily as they swept the floors.

Sakumo watched his son, with his minature broom just perfect for his size, sweeping in time with himself. He smiled sweetly at the boy as he looked up at him with a wide grin.

“You’re such a good help, Kakashi.” He placed a hand on the boys head, once again ruffling his silver locks. “Thank you.”
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It was just routine, Kakashi told himself as he scrubbed down the bathroom. This had nothing to do with his father.

After years of the same thing, it was normal to keep doing it, right?

So, when he swept the floor in smooth and slow motions with a broom made just perfectly for his size, he did not imagine his father standing beside him with a broom two times bigger then he.

When he stood on his stool and cooked food, he did not imagine his father smiling and laughing as he informed him of his days activities.

He did not stand infront of the door, staring absently at the door frame. He did not wait to hear his father call his name to signify he was home.

He did not expect a reply as he quietly stated he was leaving the home when heading off for the academy, nor when he stated his return home.

He did not laugh, smile or hum cheery tunes as he worked and he did not think of his father at all.

It was just daily routines, nothing more.

He became very good at lying to himself without even realising he was.