#queue are a wizard harry

[losver07]

please i need harry and/or luna telling remus how ugly his sweaters are. like. please.

[loonyloopylupin96]

Life hack:

They're just dead gay wizards if you don't read canon

[deswhomst]

🦋 I think this one was for the microfics??? Why is my memory so bad- ANYWAY

Tedromeda with Tonks? Fluff or angst I don’t mind… but I’m thinking a Tonks coming out to them about being gender fluid or Tonks being a metamorphosis(?) for the first time?

Up to you really! I don’t mind! Also take your time my love! No pressure!

[500 followers event ask game]

thank you for the ask and i’m sorry for taking so long! <33 this was great to write i hope i was able to capture the experience well but if i have misrepresented it, i am very sorry and feel free to call me out on it so i can better my understanding.

Mother, Mother | @black-sisters-microfic | Tonks & Tedromeda | Word Count: 930

Andromeda wished she was one of those picture perfect mothers who always knew what to say—who always knew what their kids needed—but it has been evident time and time again that she’s far from that. She truly does try her best but she knew what having a difficult mother felt like and she lived in constant fear that she’ll make her daughter feel exactly as Druella had made her feel.

Nymphadora was eighteen now, freshly out of Hogwarts and already enrolling for the Auror training programme. At her age, Andromeda was hiding a pregnancy and leaving home, which makes her think that she didn’t fuck up that bad, right? At least, Nymphadora knew that she could love whomever she pleased and her parents would support her.

Druella Black could never.

Still, that didn’t mean that Andromeda and Nymphadora never struggled. It came almost naturally to Ted, though—parenting and all. She supposed that it helps that he wasn’t a Black.

“Relax,” Ted whispered. “I can hear you worrying, darling.”

“Easy for you to say,” Andromeda snapped unfairly. “We both know that Nymphadora didn’t call this family meeting because she has an issue with you.”

Ted sighed. “We don’t know what she wants to talk about, Andy. Why are you assuming it’s an issue with you?”

Andromeda crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back into the sofa stubbornly, choosing not to answer the question.

“I know you both have been fighting a lot recently,” Ted began tentatively, “but not everything is an attack, yeah?”

“I don’t want her to be so upset every time we talk,” she admitted, blinking aggressively to keep the tears away. “I don’t want to sound like a fucking baby but I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, Ted.”

“Hey, go easy on yourself,” he said gently. “I promise you it feels worse to you than it is. ‘Dora’s just at an age where she gets easily irritated.”

“By me, alone?”

“She just values your opinion more than anyone else’s.”

There was the sound of a crash outside which signaled Nymphadora’s arrival. Andromeda sighed but made a note to refrain from criticizing her daughter’s clumsiness because those remarks were exactly the type of thing that fed her irritation and drove her away.

“You okay, kid?” Ted asked as soon as she was inside the house.

“Fine, Dad,” she replied, brushing off her clothes and taking a seat on the chair opposite her parents. “Stupid step at the entrance—I never see it.”

It took everything in Andromeda not to point out that it wasn’t the step’s fault.

Ted chuckled. “Maybe we can do a renovation. It’s been years since we changed things around.”

See. Ted always knew what to say.

“Yeah!” Andromeda piped in, a little too enthusiastic. “That sounds like a great idea. We could all work on it together.”

“Sure,” Nymphadora shrugged. “But first I should tell you both why I called this family meeting.”

“Go on,” Andromeda nodded, passing what she hoped was an encouraging smile.

“I—I don’t like being called Nymphadora,” she started. “And at first I thought it was only because the name is so stupid but it also just feels too … feminine.”

“Too feminine?” Andromeda repeated hesitantly.

Nymphadora nodded. “I don’t always feel like I’m a girl. I know this may be something you both have never heard of but I’ve done a bit of research and it’s really helped me understand how I feel about gender.”

Andromeda was admittedly having a hard time following but she didn’t want to hurt her or say the wrong thing so she quietly nodded along.

“Can you elaborate?” Ted said. “I would like to know more so I can get it better.”

“So—it’s like, I sometimes identify with one gender and with others at other times,” she explained. “Sometimes, I don’t identify with any gender at all. It varies, honestly … the term is called genderfluid, if you wanted to know.”

“What—what would you liked to be called?” Andromeda asked. “If not Nymphadora, I mean.”

“I like Tonks, actually,” she shrugged. “I don’t mind “Dora” either but sometimes my friends called me Tonks and I really liked it so I started telling everyone to use that.”

“And you’re our kid then? Not daughter?” Ted wondered.

Nym—Tonks shook her head. “Sometimes, I’m your daughter. Sometimes, I’m your son. Sometimes, I’m just your kid.”

It suddenly occurred to Andromeda that Ted refers to her as both kid and daughter while Andromeda solely has stuck to daughter. She also realised that she was the one who named her Nymphadora and called her that all the time, unlike Ted who used ‘Dora as well. Maybe some of Tonks’ frustration towards Andromeda came from here.

“Another thing,” Tonks continued. “I don’t hate being called she but I also like he/him and they/them. People usually stick to just she/her if they know it’s an option but I would really love it if you could alternate between all three maybe? Not many people do.”

“Got it,” Ted nodded, then with a smile, he added, “Tonks.”

Tonks grinned back at him and Andromeda doesn’t remember the last time she had seen them so happy.

“Mum?” she said, looking at her expectantly.

Andromeda smiled like it was the easiest thing in the world. “I’m so proud of you for sharing this with us, Tonks.”

And that grin was now aimed at Andromeda.

It would definitely take some time getting into the habit of these changes but it will all be worth it if it made her child happy and feel supported.

[thingstrumperssay]

You know when the war started international companies like McDonalds left Russia so the taxes don't directly fund a war? And you know how people would boycott any company that stayed until they left?

Guess who decided to stay.

So not only is Harry Potter merch funding a raging transphobe, but they're also funding a war.

Which is kind of funny because I remember Rowling being offended when Putin praised her. Apparently she's not too offended if she's okay with her franchise funding a war on Putin's side.

This store is located inside of a mall and it overlooks the Federal Security Service headquarters. Protestors would be arrested frequently in this store. You can learn more about that in detail here. (TW: there's a video depicting violence against protestors.)

So basically the Harry Potter franchise is helping fund a war for Russia and allowed protestors against that war to be arrested.

Yes, they are still up to this day. (9/4/2023)

[historiavn]

HIT THE ♡ FOR A STARTER FROM …

FELICITY FUDGE

The Minister's Daughter

PRIMARY UNIVERSE: Wizarding World

SHIPPING:   Open / Bisexual. Reply to this post with any heart emoji if you want to develop a pre-established romantic relationship with our muses! You can also send in some shippy askbox memes to test the waters.

MOST WANTED CROSSOVERS: Wizarding World, Percy Jackson

[southern-belle-outcasts]

What does your soul smell like?

Your Result:

Coffee

key words: intelligent, old soul, complex. you are an extremely thoughtful individual with a creative mind and loving heart. being around you is like sinking into a warm bath. there's something truly wise about the advice you give others, and being in your presence leaves others feeling warm, reassured, and inspired. compatible with: coffee, candle smoke, freshly baked bread.

Tagged by: @brooklynislandgirl (i know you got it from me but fuck it I haven't done enough for him)

Tagging: you're it, tag me so's I can read

[senmutthebuilder]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Dragonriders of Pern - Anne McCaffrey Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: F'lon/Robinton Characters: Robinton, F'lon, Larna, Manora, Minerva McGonagall, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Horace Slughorn, Filius Flitwick Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion Series: Part 1 of Hatching a Future Summary:

A prequel of sorts, showing the life of Robinton up to leaving the Isles.

[sofiadragon]

This is very similar to my own headcanon. I reason that the very fun to say Houppelande from medieval Europe is the source garment for European wizard fashion. This robe-like garment was for men and women and worked a bit like a Kimono in that if you gained or lost some weight or the seasons changed you just belted and folded it to fit and added layers as needed to fit the temperature.

I used to work in the fashion industry directly under the CEO of a regional store selling "bridge" formal, office, and lounge wear (the price point between couture high fashion and the mass produced stuff, aimed at the upper middle class.) She was the primary buyer for the shop, and I learned a fair amount about fashion trends and history while being a gopher and later a bookeeper working directly with suppliers.

Buff and Navy for the Boys:

Modern western men's fashion only got drab looking rather recently. Blame or credit Beau Brummell for that. The bright colors, embroidery, and satin weave fabrics that we see worn by historical drawings of men and still today in a lot of other cultures were the norm for Western men for most of time. (And seem to be making a comeback.) The modern men's suit is part of the "male renunciation" that rejected all gaudy, ostentatious, and lacy clothing for men. The idea was to be less noticeable for the complexity of what you wore, with the neckwear being the focal point of creative expression, and still today many men who wear suits to work in an office only have non-neutral colors on their necktie. It was all a limited (duller) color palate, and aside for pinstripes no patters or embroidery at all for formal or high fashion clothing for men. Brummell would have been disgusted with the Weasley Twins' fashion choices once they became businessmen.

Robes for All Occasions and Genders

In a world that wasn't heavily influenced by the development of the modern suit by a common muggle man, and indeed seeing a culture that seems to use jewelry and accessories like ties or purses to gender clothing rather than having a radically different base garment, we see that men still wear gaudy, ostentatious, and eye-catching clothing. Delicate lace is out of fashion in the 90's, and we can assume from comments the kids make about Archie the Outlier and other elders like Dumbledore that while not fully out of fashion extremely busy or high-contrast color patterns are on the way out. However, they do seem to be on the way out in general as none of the younger women wear them either. Things tend to be about coordinating or blending shades of a color, or having metallic accents, and not layering lavender on yellow or wearing midnight blue with orange stars as Dumbledore's generation does. The twins get new clothes that are in orange and purple when they become businessmen, but a lot of fanart and the movies takes it to mean one wears orange and the other wears purple - two very bold color choices that while eye catching are not out of line with young men's fashion elsewhere in the series. Additionally, those outfits match the branding on their products so the high-contrast color combination, should they be wearing orange-on-purple and purple-on-orange may be more of a marketing ploy and less 'on trend.' Of course, they could be using the day's hottest fashion as part of their branding, too, with highly saturated color being the thing that young men want to wear. Think peacock. 🦚

Draco, who we can be reasonably sure is wearing the finest fashion money can buy, is in very fine quality fabrics with generally dark colors even when not in the school mandated black work robe. While it is possibly for literary themeing, the people who have Dark-aligned politics tend to wear darker colors and the Lighter aligned people wear lighter colors. Jewel tones are frequently mentioned and we see far fewer pastels described as pastels than we do "faded" or "graying" items that are losing their color.

Wizarding clothing and fashion

This meta/list of HCs has been sitting in my drafts for a while. But here is my meta about wizarding fashions. 

1.0 An insular culture with its own unique dress

No shade to people who enjoy seeing and drawing characters in muggle clothing, but I think that the majority of wizards and witches dress in wizarding clothing. 

Indeed, the fact that most wizards can’t dress as muggles and are quite conspicuous is mentioned in the first chapter of the series: 

“People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn’t bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion.” PS 

And then becomes a sort of running joke: 

“Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly: The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho” GoF

And in DH it is (partly) how Harry recognises that people are watching Grimmauld Place: 

“The lurkers were never the same two days running, although they all seemed to share a dislike for normal clothing. Most of the Londoners who passed them were used to eccentric dressers and took little notice, though occasionally one of them might glance back, wondering why anyone would wear such long cloaks in this heat.” DH

Side note: it is peak Londoner to barely take notice of something odd. And this also implies that robes and cloaks are all year wear and that wizards potentially don’t have seasonal clothing.

Given that wizarding culture is very insular (with its own economy, government, and education system), it would make sense that while it may occasionally borrow trends from the muggle world, wizarding fashion and clothing are unique. 

In fact, only the younger generation are seen in muggle dress, with Harry commenting: 

“Their children might don Muggle clothing during the holidays, but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley usually wore long robes in varying states of shabbiness.” GoF

2.0 Class and generational differences in dress

The previous quote demonstrates two things: much like in real life, there is generational and class stratification of dress. The condition and quality of wizarding clothing serves as a non-verbal cue about a character's economic status. This disparity is not just a background detail but is frequently brought into focus, such as through Draco Malfoy's derisive comments about Professor Lupin's tattered robes.

“ Malfoy gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on his robes and the delapidated suitcase.” PoA

“Look at the state of his robes,” Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. “He dresses like our old house-elf.” PoA

Even Harry comments on his robes and observes that: 

“Professor Lupin looked particularly shabby next to all the other teachers in their best robes”

The patched and frayed nature of both Lupins and Weasley’s robes seem to indicate that robe repairs can’t be done by an individual (or when it is done, it is really visible). Another example of this is when Ron removes the lace from his dress robes and leaves: 

“...the edges still looked depressingly frayed as the boys set off downstairs.” GoF

Additionally,  in Padfoot returns Sirius’s prison robes still appear tatty despite him having had a haircut and left the country. This indicates that he either can’t obtain new robes or can’t/hasn’t bothered repairing his Azkaban robes. 

This is interesting, given that Molly Weasley is able to make jumpers and scarves yet can’t seem to alter robes. While knitting and sewing are separate skills, it seems odd that there aren’t means of repairing robes. 

This suggests that robes can only be repaired and bought at official vendors such as Madam Malkins/Gladrags/Twifitt and Tattings. 

 It is also interesting that both Fred and George buy clothing when they become successful (also a parallel to the real world). They gift their mum:

“….a brand-new midnight blue witch’s hat glittering with what looked like tiny starlike diamonds, and a spectacular golden necklace.”  HBP

However, things being ‘frayed’ aren’t always an indication of poverty. Tonks is first introduced wearing an outfit that is a mix of muggle clothing but with something that is distinctly wizarding: 

“Tonks stood just behind him…. wearing heavily patched jeans and a bright purple T-shirt bearing the legend THE WEIRD SISTERS.” OoTP

This outfit is heavily reminiscent of Sirius and James in the Elvendork prequel: 

 “Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.”

3.0 The underwear question

Something that gets bought up a lot is whether wizards wear underwear. 

Harry (who was raised by muggles certainly seems to): 

“He was just piling underwear into his cauldron when Ron made a loud noise of disgust behind him.” GoF 

And:

“He was shivering now, his teeth chattering horribly, and yet he continued to strip off until at last he stood there in his underwear…”  DH

So does Neville (in the UK, Pants means underwear)

“He broke off as Neville entered the dormitory, bringing with him a strong smell of singed material, and began rummaging in his trunk for a fresh pair of pants.”

And infamously, so does Snape: 

“Snape was hanging upside down in the air, his robes falling over his head to reveal skinny, pallid legs and a pair of graying underpants.”

Also we get some information about witch’s underwear from Sirius’s very Freudian joke: 

“Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, “I’ll look for him later, I expect I’ll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother’s old bloomers.”

Bloomers are a type of historical, baggy underpants (think boy shorts, but make it victorian). 

In conclusion, Archie, who wanted a breeze around his privates, was probably an outlier.  

4.0 Materials and accesories

So what is wizarding clothing made of? 

For robes and cloaks the materials most mentioned are silk/satin and velvet: 

“ She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.” GoF

Additionally in GoF, we learn that even witches and wizards from other countries wear robes and cloaks: 

“Now that they had removed their furs, the Durmstrang students were revealed to be wearing robes of a deep bloodred.” 

And 

“...Bulgarian minister loudly, who was wearing splendid robes of black velvet trimmed with gold.”

Other materials include Dragon hide which appears to be used to make practical gloves and boots but also fashionable jackets. 

“... followed by Fred and George, who were wearing jackets of black dragon skin.” HBP

Additionally, robes can be embroidered: 

“ The man’s scowling, slightly brutish face was somehow at odds with his magnificent, sweeping robes, which were embroidered with much gold thread” DH

“Harry glimpsed Slughorn at the head of the Slytherin column, wearing magnificent, long, emerald green robes embroidered with silver” HBP

“Madam Rosmerta scurrying down the dark street toward them on high-heeled, fluffy slippers, wearing a silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons.” HBP

Interestingly, both men and women appear to wear heels: 

Dumbledore: 

“He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots” PS

Madame Maxine: 

“Then Harry saw a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage..” GoF

Monsiour Delacour: 

“However, he looked good-natured. Bouncing toward Mrs. Weasley on high-heeled boots, he kissed her twice on each cheek, leaving her flustered.” DH

Madame Rosmerta: 

“ Next he saw another pair of feet, wearing sparkly turquoise high heels,” POA

Furthermore, witches carry handbags: 

“Mrs. Weasley now came galloping into view, her handbag swinging wildly” COS

“ She was wearing a thick magenta cloak with a furry purple collar today, and her crocodile-skin handbag was over her arm.”  GoF

“Professor Umbridge pulled a small roll of pink parchment out of her handbag”  OoTP

“Ron was rummaging through the little witch’s handbag.” DH

5.0 My HCs

When I imagine what male robes look like, I imagine something akin to a Morrcan thobe or an Indian Sherwani.

I imagine robes to be enchanted to move and in my fic Pietas, I describe my OC Aeliana’s robes as follows: 

“She smiled slightly, smoothing the front of her dress, which was decorated with embroidered flowers and birds that had been enchanted to flutter their wings.”

I also HC some cultural variance in robes- with certain countries using different cloth or the skin of magical animals that are native to their countries. With hotter countries, having lighter robes and cooling/anti-perspiration charms.

[feydecay-blog]

So, you want to be a wizard?

Dear Simmer, I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to this project of a most particular sort. Please find enclosed a list of all works currently in progress and wishes to be fulfilled. Term begins as of 2025. I await your owl. Yours sincerely,

Changeling An American Obsessed with British Literature

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, and I don't care who knows it at this point. A decade ago, while still haunting the forums of Garden of Shadows, two simmers who shared a love of Harry Potter dreamed a dream. It all started when Dea Ex Machina, otherwise known as @haut-gothique, and I managed some mischief by co-creating a tiny offering for the Magic and Fantasy monthly theme back in 2011. And, well, the rest has been history ever since.

Chocolate Frog Cards

Works-in-Progress

Below is a list of projects I have in the works that are inspired by both the books and movies. Have an idea for something related to what's in the queue? Messages with requests, suggestions, and/or inspiration are very welcome! If it's in my skillset, I'll be more than happy to make it possible.

Harry Potter and the Magic Rock Part I | Part II

Harry Potter and the Hidden Room

Harry Potter and the Convict of Alcatraz

Harry Potter and the Hot Cup

Harry Potter and the Fire Bird Club

Harry Potter and Some Royal Dude

Harry Potter and the Dead Stuff

And yes, the titles have been Americanized since we obviously can't tell the differences between philosophers and sorcerers on this side of the pond. Other sets: Ollivanders Wand Shop Eeylops Owl Emporium Great Hall Gryffindor Common Room Slytherin Common Room Hagrid's Hut Care of Magical Creatures Ravenclaw Common Room Hufflepuff Common Room

Wish List

And now for the wishes! Below you'll find a list of items that I wish existed for The Sims 2 but sadly either don't have the abilities to make possible or haven't started just yet. See something that interests you? Let's collaborate to make it happen!

Various Harry Potter wands made functional with Midge the Tree's Pick Your Wand mod -Hagrid's pink umbrella -Snape's wand -Decat's Harry Potter wands

Functional postal system using deco owls with scrolls/parchment

Simlogical's school system with Hogwarts objects/subjects

Various piles of Galleons for Gringott's vaults

Hogwarts Express car interior

Floating Candles that actually float without OMSPs

Hogwarts houses traits and Sorting Hat that sorts students into houses, similar to the TS4 mod

Pointed Hat accessory for children and teens

Apollo's Hogwarts Gothic Painting as a functional door with the Fat Lady recolor

Resources

Sims Magic Finds at LiveJournal

You can usually find me on Discord at The SimForge and Historical Sims. Say hello if you get a chance!

[monmuses]

He had a little bit of skill in his dances. He had taken the time a year or two ago to do actual partner dances when he was still home with Boof. Scott desperately needed the practice since he had little to no knowledge of actual dancing with anyone or even himself. Sure, he could freestyle a little bit, but not in this setting. It wasn't exactly fitting for a guy like him in such a pristine and proper place, fit with a castle and all.

Though, he took that opportunity to be just a little slow to allow her some tim to catch up and understand his rhythm to the music, not too fast or too slow. But he meant what he said on 'getting to know her better'. In a joking way, of course, but in other ways. He did like dances, and parties like these were where his confidence really got to shine on some occasions.

He chuckled a little bit, noticing how pink she went from his little whisper in his ear. That was something on the side that he wanted to try, and he loved the result. "I don't know, just... what you like? That'd be a good start, wouldn't it? You usually get to know what the other likes and dislikes, right?"

There could be more to ask, but that'd be for later. They were at a party and meant to have fun. There could be some playful jokes here and there thrown in towards one another, which they already did. "Or maybe what you typically do at parties like this. Can't say I've been to one that's so formal like this before. My highschool dances don't exactly count, but hey. It's something."

   Her heels clicking behind her, Hermione hummed with a laugh following behind. How easy it was to just say yes to him sometimes took her by surprise. How could she not? He was charming, kind, someone she found that she really enjoyed the company of.

   And now he was pulling her in to dance, up close and personal. The surprise of it got her at first but then she was giggling like a silly school girl. This was a school dance, after all. Her free hand instinctively came up to rest on his shoulder, her eyes quickly glancing down at her foot placement before back up to him. The last thing she wanted was to step on his feet. Just because she danced with Viktor Krum once and nailed it, doesn't mean she's still good at it.

   She gave him a small but warm smile, ❝Events such as this aren't something that happens all that often, so I'd say you did.❞ but that smile soon changed, yet again, to surprised as he tugged her forward, a warm flush spreading through her like a wave. Her eyes were wide and cheeks a clear, bright pink.

   What was the plan here, to be a gentleman or to drive her crazy?

   Wetting her lips quickly, which seemed to have gone dry, Hermione cleared her throat, ❝Well—that would depend, now, wouldn't it?❞ She asked with some confidence, peering up at him, ❝What would you like to know? I don't think it's my whole life story that you're wanting.❞

[build-a-lamb]

hi! we’re viktor/herald/lamb and this is our second build a headmate blog (find us at @the-bah-commune for our other stuff)! inspired by all the other blogs making packs of their own alters, for this blog we will only be making packs based on our own headmates :)

no restrictions, so long as we have a headmate that fits your description. please specify a level in your ask!

we’re not radqueer, but we’re a safe space for those that are, and will add ids and paras in our packs upon request! and endo safe, obviously. if you’re anti endo and run a bah blog… a tad cringe 😬

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LVL 1: name, pronouns, age, species, gender identity, sexual orientation, source, roles, faceclaim, sign-off(s)

LVL 2: (all of the above +) personality, hex code, bonus info (if applicable)

LVL 3: (all of the above +) likes, dislikes, possible front triggers

LVL 4: (all of the above +) cisids, transids, kink/fetish/paras

LVL 5: (all of the above +) playlist, kinlist, voice claim(s), aesthetic (from aesthetics wiki)

or, feel free to mix and match (eg "can i get a lvl 3 creators choice with transids and kinlist, no front triggers?")

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ASK EXAMPLES

“can i get a lvl 3 alter from a horror source?”

“can i get a masculine protector, any level?”

“can i get a lvl 4 mouthwashing fictive?”

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SOURCES (& amount of headmates as of 06/27/25) BELOW CUT

INBOX CHECK BELOW CUT

not including sources with 1 alter, but we may make packs for those too!

anastasia (2), arcane/league of legends (39), bojack horseman (3), clue (9), cookie run kingdom (7), date everything (8), deltarune (4), disco elysium (2), doki doki literature club (2), don’t hug me i’m scared (2), dungeon meshi (6), epic & greek mythology (10), five nights at freddys (6), fraggle rock (2), gravity falls (6), hades (2), hadestown (2), harry potter (6), hatchetfield (9), haunted mansion (3), hazbin hotel (8), helluva boss (4), house md (3), inside out (7), in stars & time (3), lackadaisy (2), malevolent (2), marvel & dc (20), midnight burger (24), minecraft & smps (35), monster high (5), monster prom (10), mouthwashing (7), murdoch mysteries (2), my hero academia (23), my little pony (9), next to normal (3), one of us knows (4), poe party (3), rankin bass (2), ride the cyclone (3), riordanverse (12), robin hood (3), scooby doo (5), severance (2), six of crows (3), slay the princess (8), smile for me (3), smiling friends (4), sonic (5), stranger things (2), super mario (4), the bright sessions (5), the hunger games (6), the legend of vox machina (8), the magnus archives (46), the muppets (3), the owl house (3), the wizard of oz (4), trap (2), wayfarers (4), welcome home (3), welcome to night vale (5), wicked (2)

+ a bunch of factives & brainmades!!

QUEUE:

DRAFTS:

- lvl 4 date everything

INBOX:

- lvl 3 house md

- lvl 3 masc robin hood

- lvl 3 masc tma/tlovm

- lvl 4 jimmy mouthwashing

- lvl 4 fem government

- lvl 3 monster prom

[teacup-gathering-itself]

Harry Potter Soulmate AU Meet Cute (Drarry)

Harry is at Madam Malkin’s, just like he’s supposed to be, super excited about wizards and magic!!, and very happy that Hagrid said he doesn’t have to cover his tattoo on his arm, it’s special to him, not freakish.

Queue Draco walking in, not sparing a glance to Harry, and getting sized for robes when Harry sees his tattoo. His matching tattoo.

Harry James Potter is pissed. This tattoo is supposed to be his, and special. Not the same as some random blonde kid.

He holds his arm close to himself and just sends the most angry glare at Draco, who finally turns to him, assuming the anger is because of his parents. Everyone knows Draco Malfoy after all. He glares back.

Anyways Draco asks him what his problem is, expecting to hear more remarks about his father, but instead Harry just glares and calls him a copycat.

With a sneer and a Black Family signature level of judgement, Draco gives him a once over and says, “A what? A copycat? There is NOTHING from you I’d copy.”

Harry responds with “Well clearly not or else you wouldn’t have the same exact tattoo on your arm, you sneak. Had to have every detail matching it? Couldn’t come up with anything original?”

Anyways they chat and Draco is like

holy fuck that’s my literal soulmate what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

“you’ve GOT to meet my parents they’re coming to pick me up from here”

“So sorry I forgot to introduce myself I’m Draco Lucius Malfoy, what’s your name?”

Oh Merlin my soulmate is THE Harry James Potter why is he dressed like a street urchin why doesn’t he know anything magical why is the Hogwarts Groundskeeper with him???

And Harry instantly becomes well connected with people who would advocate for him. He definitely doesn’t argue with the Sorting Hat and is perfectly fine with being in the same house as Draco, and Dumbles is in wayyyy over his head.

[jamesirius]

harry potter/astoria greengrass after the murder of marcus flint and the implication of her werewolf best friend in the crime, astoria greengrass sets out to solve the mystery. unfortunately, it's hard to do so with the aurors on your case. > read chapter twenty here > read chapter one here

chapter twenty: dead ends

“Excuse me,” said the spiky-haired wizard behind one of the desks, his eyes wide as he looked at Harry, “please move aside to let Mr. Potter through!” “Oh, no, you don’t have to—” Harry started. Astoria rolled her eyes, grabbed his arm, and dragged him past the fluttering witch and the whispering couple with a small child ahead of her in the queue.

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[toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics]

Celestial Beings

Chapter Four: Playing the Part

Characters: Reader, Molly Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Summary: Just the simplicity of living in a cell. Sirius brings you a gift from the Muggle world.

Word Count: 2,306

Warnings: Nothing major, slight gore mention, small violence mention

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

A/N: I 100% forgot yesterday was Friday and also forgot to queue up this chapter to post. I apologize, so I'll make up for it by posting this today and another one tomorrow! Once again, so sorry.

(Y/n) had been quiet since, as everyone was calling it, “The Incident”. Remus and Sirius had come to some form of agreement regarding her half-release. Until all the proper preparations were made they had given her a desk and some reading material as well as a bit of parchment and graphite. They took turns watching her, making sure she was never left alone in the cell while she was still trapped there.

As much as they tried to get her to talk again she hadn’t budged, opting to read one of the ratty old books she had been given or scribble down some of her thoughts on a piece of paper. She had only spoken once to Molly when she had come to, just one simple word “Leave”. Molly had listened, but only partly, she had stayed just outside the room door, making sure (y/n) was safe.

“Anything yet?” Sirius asked, handing Remus a ham sandwich and a cup of tea. Remus shook his head disappointedly. “Alright, well it’s my turn to watch, Molly is asking if we want her to take a shift tomorrow so we can both work on preparations and maybe get it done sooner.”

“Maybe, I just don’t know if this is going to go alright. Not with,” Remus lowers his voice so only Sirius can hear him. “Harry coming in two weeks. What if she tries to go after him?”

“Remus we talked about this, she needs to be out of this room. Take it from someone who was stuck in a cell for twelve years, it wears you down.” Sirius shuddered thinking about it. “Anyways, go rest. I’ll see you after dinner when you bring me that roast Molly has been keeping me from all day.”

“Right, I’ll see you later.” Remus got up from his chair and left.

“Well then, now that he is gone how about I show you the surprise I got for you, hmm?” Sirius smiled, pulling a small box out of his sleeve. A radio. “Now I know you know what a radio is, but this is set for muggle stations only. Muggle music to be exact, I personally prefer rock, but you seem more like a dance-pop type of person so I found a station for you.”

Sirius turned a couple of the knobs, flipped the switch, and suddenly the room was filled with Diana Ross’s “I’m coming out”. Sirius started humming along, taking a seat in the chair closest to the door. He watched as (y/n) tried her best to ignore it, but started tapping her foot along to the rhythm.

“This genre is a good one, I’ll give it that. Moony would probably prefer r&b or classical. Not bad either but, not my style.” Sirius sat and talked about music for a while, not sure what else to do.

(Y/n) finished the book she was reading and set it down next to the door, there was a small pile gathering, it was sitting at about 8 books tall and 2 books wide. Most of the books were on herbology and potions, a few about historical happenings in the wizarding world, and one about the unique findings of an underwater water cave near a volcano in Bermuda. She grabbed the graphite pencil and started writing on the parchment she’d been given. Sirius tried to sneakily catch a glimpse of her paper, to no avail as she instantly covered it with her arm and sent him a glare. She finished whatever she had been writing and quickly folded the parchment up.

“You know, I really am sorry about how I dropped the news the other night.” Sirius apologized for the seemingly 300th time. “I know I’ve said it a lot, and I know you probably don’t want to talk about it either, but we need to. Or rather we should.” he paused, (y/n) seemed to be ignoring him. “Damn it (y/n), please could you listen to me real quick? One minute, that’s all I ask.”

(Y/n) closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned towards Sirius. She set the book she had just picked up down and crossed her arms. Sirius shifted in his seat, suddenly a little nervous.

“I know I gave you a lot to digest, especially right after Moody did what he did.” Sirius started fidgeting with his hands. “What I’m trying to say is I did something pretty shitty to you, especially given the state of things, and you have every right to hate me for it but don’t take it out on anyone else, please. Molly doesn’t deserve the cold shoulder especially. She’s actually the reason you have all the damn books and things.”

“I don’t mean to seem cold.” (Y/n) said quietly, looking down at the ground. “I’m just trying to limit the possibility of making any more mistakes like the other day. I would prefer my intestines stay inside my body and not spilled out on the ground.” Sirius looked shocked that she spoke, let alone what she said.

“I didn’t think about that I guess,” Sirius said.

“And I’m not upset at you either. I was for a day or so, but I’m mostly just upset with myself,” she admitted. “I don’t know what he stole from me, but I know at least one of those memories was something fundamental to keeping my cool. That’s the only reason I can think of for me losing it like that again.”

“Again? Are you saying you’ve bit off someone’s ear before?” Sirius scoffed.

“Not exactly…” (Y/n) seemed nervous. “Let’s just say that this isn’t my first time going through something like this. It’s happened a few summers, once during winter break too. Normally I could withstand whatever they threw at me, I knew if I didn’t it would be even worse later on. Once though I did almost kill someone, even Lucius seemed scared of me for a time.”

“So they basically prepared you to be tortured, by doing it themselves.” he leaned back in his seat. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are you telling me all this? You haven’t spoken in almost a week, not suddenly you’re telling me childhood memories?”

“Well I figured my father probably already knows what I’ve told you, and since my being here was planned he must have planned for that as well.” she shrugged, grabbing a different book from the one she had before. “I’ve also considered your, let’s say previous experience with a similar type of parent. I’ve come to the conclusion that you might be right, that maybe all I am to him is a pawn, something to use and throw away when he sees fit.

“However, I still think at least some part of him cares. I refuse the idea that all he wants is power for power’s sake, that since I’m not exactly what he wanted he just tossed me aside like trash.” she paused, shaking her head. “But until I have evidence to back that up, I’ll play my part. It’s easier than trying to go against him, trying to turn my back on everything I know. I don’t think I can do that, not completely, and not the way you all seem to want me to. Oddly enough, I don’t think I’m brave enough for it.”

Sirius stayed silent, digesting everything she had just said. (Y/n) opened the new book she had just picked up and started reading, consuming the words faster than most. The radio seemed to have lost battery, the music starting to mix with the sound of static.

“What part do you think you have to play?” Sirius asked, looking concerned. She thought for a moment, eyes glued to the page she was on.

“Well, I’ve never been clear on that really. I think the part I’m supposed to be playing though is one of the docile prisoner, that’s what always got me in the least amounts of trouble during those summers.” she turned the page. “So, I’ll contain myself, become barely noticeable to you all. I’ll fade to the back of your minds eventually, I won’t be a hassle, and I won’t go against any of your rules. I’ll be perfect this time, everything he wants from me.”

“Let me know when you want to be your own person with your own flaws.” he grabbed the radio and shut it off, putting it back into his sleeve. They sat in silence for the remainder of his watch, (y/n) reading her book and Sirius just studying her expressions.

“Dinner time!” Molly called out from atop the stairs, her footsteps quickly descending. Sirius stood up and stretched out his back. Molly appeared in the doorway just as he turned to meet her. “Remus says he’ll be down soon, he’s just taking his potion and having a quick bath before his shift. Has she said anything yet?”

“We had an intriguing conversation, enlightening even,” Sirius told her, grabbing his portion of roast from her. He started scarfing it down, not even taking a breath in between bites.

“She’s also in the room listening in.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, setting down her book. “I’m sorry if I seemed cold with you Mrs. Weasley. Wasn’t my intention, I just needed to think in peace for a while.”

“It’s alright, dear. I’ve made you a roast tonight, gave you some extra potatoes too.” Molly set her plate on the desk. “I’m happy you’re wearing the clothes I gave you, your others are taking a little longer to wash than I originally thought.”

“I don’t mind. Although I am curious as to whose clothes I’m wearing?” (Y/n) asked with her mouth full.

“Mine and Remus’s.” Sirius burped as he finished his food. “Mostly my shirts though it looks like, with some of Remus’s boxers and comfy pants. None of the kids really wanted to give anything up.” (Y/n) nodded and continued to eat.

“I might be able to find something else if it’s a problem.” Molly grabbed Sirius’s empty plate and bowl from him, heading to the door. (Y/n) shook her head.

“No, I’m good. They’re comfy and flowy.” she wiped the dribble of broth from her chin. “I was just curious, promise.”

“I’ll be back down for your dishes in the morning, hopefully, you’ll be able to wear your own clothes soon,” Molly said looking pointedly at Sirius. “Have a nice night.”

(Y/n) finished her food quickly once Molly left, placing her dishes next to the stack of finished books. She returned to reading, sitting cross-legged on her sleeping bag. Sirius picked up one of her completed books and leafed through it.

“I don’t understand what’s so interesting about any of these.” Sirius set the book back down. “I guess potions could be somewhat fascinating depending on what type it is, but herbology is just plants.”

“Well, if you want to brew potions to the best of your ability it helps to be able to grow the ingredients or find them even.” she rolled her eyes. “One helps the other, if you’re knowledgeable in both you’ll excel at both. Plants can also be used in combat if applied correctly too, poisons, carnivorous plants, and ones that just make a tea that could help with simple ailments.”

“I guess I never really thought about that.” Sirius yawned. “I was more into transfiguration than anything else. Care of magical creatures was another favorite of mine too.”

“I didn’t really do well with magical creatures, I tried. I don’t think animals like me is the issue though.” (Y/n) chuckled lightly. “Although I did have a niffler as a pet that I trained to specifically steal gold only. He did a great job.”

“Sorry, I took so long, the water just wasn’t getting warm enough.” Remus fixed his hair as he entered the cell. “My turn to keep her company.”

“Right, I guess I’ll get a quick nap in and then come back around midnight to switch off.” Sirius clapped Remus on the back as he left. “Have fun.”

(Y/n) eyed Remus as he sat down, his hair still wet and his clothes less formal than usual. He gave her a soft smile, taking out a book of his own and beginning to read. The only sounds were their breathing and the turning of pages. She placed the folded parchment inside the book, using it to mark her place. She set it off to the side and snuggled into one of the many new blankets she’d been given. Remus looked up to see her fast asleep, dimming the lantern as he continued to read.

By the time Sirius’s shift was up again Remus had nodded off in the chair, book fallen open into his lap and his head resting against the wall. Sirius nudged him awake, careful to not make too much noise.

“Damn, I guess I was more tired than usual,” Remus whispered, closing his book and standing up. “She’s been asleep almost the entire time. I think she’s having bad dreams again, keeps tossing and turning.”

“Go get some actual sleep, Moony. You look exhausted.” Sirius unfolded a newspaper.

“The moon’s past its apex now luckily so it isn’t so bad. Next month though I’ll be looking forward to spending it in my own room.” Remus ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back to its original place. “Have a good night, Pads. I’ll send Molly down during breakfast. The kids are going to help us with the preparations tomorrow too, she didn’t give them a choice.”

“Night Moony. See you in the morning.” Sirius waved at him as he left. It wasn’t too long after that he himself fell asleep in the chair, softly snoring.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳}~~

[ill-loveyouthroughthestars]

Harry Potter x Irish!reader

Series

Chapter 7

You didn’t think

Charms class buzzed with soft excitement as Professor Flitwick climbed onto a precarious stack of books behind his lectern. Even then, he barely cleared the top of the desk.

“One of a wizard’s most rudimentary skills,” he announced brightly, “is levitation—or the ability to make objects fly!”

The students leaned forward, parchment rustling. Flitwick beamed.

“Do you have your feathers?” he asked, eyes twinkling as Hermione shot her hand into the air, holding hers like a prize.

“Good, good,” he said, nodding. “Now—don’t forget the wrist movement we’ve been practicing. The swish and flick. Everyone together now.”

“Swish and flick,” the class recited.

Y/N sat beside Harry and Ron, chin resting in one palm. Her feather lay neatly on the desk, untouched.

Flitwick continued, “Good! And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then!”

Wands were raised. Feathers were poked, prodded, and swished with varying degrees of chaos.

“Wingardium Levio-saaa,” Draco muttered from a nearby table, flicking his wand with unnecessary flourish.

“Wingardium Leviosar!” Ron said, waving his wand in jagged strokes like he was dueling the air itself. The feather barely moved. “Come on!”

Hermione winced. “Stop, stop, stop! You’re going to take someone’s eye out!”

She sat up straighter. “Besides, you’re saying it wrong. It’s Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar.”

Ron glared. “You do it then, if you’re so clever. Go on.”

With all the poise of someone who had absolutely practiced over the summer, Hermione gave her wand a graceful swish.

“Wingardium Leviosa.”

Her feather shimmered and rose gently off the table, floating midair like a leaf in autumn wind.

“Oh, well done!” Flitwick exclaimed, clapping. “Miss Granger has done it! Splendid!”

The class clapped lightly. Hermione beamed.

Ron groaned and slumped forward, burying his face in his Charms book.

Y/N leaned over and nudged his elbow with a smirk. “You know, I think the feather was more frightened of your wand than inspired.”

He let out a muffled laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Join the queue.”

Further down the table, Seamus was poking his feather like it had personally offended him.

“Wingard Leviosa… Wingar—”

A sudden bang! lit the table in a flash of white sparks.

“Whooaaa!” Flitwick yelped, ducking slightly.

Smoke billowed. Seamus’s hair was singed again, and his feather had turned to sooty ash.

Harry blinked. “I think we’re going to need another feather over here, Professor.”

Y/N didn’t even look up from her notes. “Or a fire blanket.”

Seamus grinned through the smoke. “I’ll get it next time.”

The class laughed, and the tension softened, just a little. Even Hermione cracked a smile.

The courtyard buzzed with students weaving between one another, books under arms, cloaks fluttering in the wind. Golden leaves scattered across the stone as the autumn light slanted in low.

Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Y/N walked across the flagstones, talking over each other about the day’s classes.

Ron, still stewing from Charms, launched into another impression.

“It’s Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar,” he mocked in a nasally voice, waving his hands dramatically. Then, with a groan, he dropped back into his normal tone. “She’s a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn’t got any friends.”

Y/N’s steps slowed. Before she could speak, Hermione came into view.

She rushed past them, head down, hugging her books tight to her chest. Her face was blotchy, her eyes wet.

She didn’t look up. But they all saw.

Harry stopped. “I think she heard you.”

The group fell quiet.

Y/N turned sharply to Ron. “That was cruel.”

He blinked. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just—”

“She spends every spare minute trying to prove she belongs here,” Y/N said, voice firm but not unkind. “You could’ve just said she got on your nerves. You didn’t have to go for the throat.”

Ron looked down at his shoes. “I didn’t think she’d hear.”

“That’s the problem,” she said. “You didn’t think.”

Ron looked up at the spot where Hermione had disappeared into the crowd. His ears turned red, and for once, he didn’t have anything to say.

Without waiting for a response, she took off after Hermione, her satchel thumping lightly against her hip.

“Where are you—?” Harry started, but Y/N didn’t answer.

She wove through the courtyard crowd, heart in her throat.

Hermione had already vanished into the stone archway beyond, but Y/N didn’t slow down.

It wasn’t just that she felt bad.

It was that she’d seen the way Hermione lit up when her spell worked, how her eyes shone when Flitwick praised her. And she’d also seen how quickly that light dimmed when no one clapped with her.

It wasn’t about being right. It was about seeing someone when no one else bothers to.

And Y/N wasn’t going to let her disappear into herself without someone following.

The girls’ bathroom was quiet, the kind of quiet that echoed — tile and stone swallowing every breath and sniffle. A faint trickle came from one of the sinks, the dripping of a stubborn tap keeping rhythm like a ticking clock.

Y/N stepped inside carefully, her footsteps slow on the wet floor.

“Hermione?”

No answer.

But she could hear it — the soft catch of breath from behind the farthest row of cubicles. The sound of someone trying to stop crying too late.

Y/N walked gently toward the sound. She didn’t knock, didn’t demand, didn’t rush. Instead, she leaned her back against the stall door and let her voice soften.

“You didn’t deserve what Ron said.”

Silence.

Then a choked voice from within.

“I’m used to it.”

Y/N shook her head, even though Hermione couldn’t see her. “You shouldn’t have to be.”

A pause.

“I was just trying to help,” Hermione whispered. “And I made the feather float. That’s what we’re meant to do, isn’t it?”

Y/N nodded. “You did everything right. He just wasn’t ready to feel small next to someone who got it first.”

The latch clicked, and the cubicle door opened slowly.

Hermione stood there, her eyes red-rimmed, her bottom lip trembling with the effort of holding herself together.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her, and for a moment, Hermione stood stiff — then folded in, arms clutching tightly.

“No one’s ever come after me,” Hermione said, voice cracking.

“Well, I do,” Y/N murmured. “You don’t have to be alone here.”

Hermione gave a watery laugh. “You’re really not what I expected.”

“I get that a lot.”

They both smiled.