#[ *MACUSA oops ]

[boxdstars]

i love dropping random chunks of mara lore onto y’all. first it was the sixth year werewolf reveal. now i’m telling you that she becomes an antagonist in her future, like straight up diabolical girlboss era. what next? she dies? well….

[everettemontgomery]

Everette Montgomery

Nicknames - Monty

Nationalty - American

Race- African American/White

Ethinicity- Finnish/Irish/Nigerian

Pronouns/Identity - They/them. Cupioromantic, Asexual, Nonbinary

Zodiac - Scorpio

Mbti- ISFP

Patronus - Horse

Wand - 13.75 inch oak, phoenix feather

Likes - The Library, The Lake, Quiet classrooms, Hockey, Quidditch, Myrtles bathroom

Dislikes - Cassandra.. Gnomes, Herbology, DADA, MACUSA, The Ministry

Good at - CoMC, Muggle Studies, HoM, SoAR

Poor at- DADA, Divination, Duels

Boggart - Coyotes

Weakness - Intensely sensitive

Growing up in the Appalachian region of the states, Everette always knew they were different than their family. They never quite seemed to fit in. They didnt know why, of course. How could a little kid know why their cousins didnt want to play with them, or why theyd exchange a glance and giggle when Everette talked about something they liked. They tried to fit in, they really did. They wanted to. Theyd pretend to understand the things their family liked but they could just never wuite get into it. Rather than watch scary movies and sleep on the floor of their nanas basement, they wouldve liked to watch movies based on books they liked. Or even just talk about the books they liked without being cut off.

School was better. Everette had friends they could talk to for once, people that wouldnt shut them out or shun them. Sure people still picked on them but that was nothing new. Home.. wasnt so good though. Everettes parents werent bad parents, dont be mistaken. But that doesnt mean they were deserving of any sort of reward. They did the best with what they had really. Everettes older brother was an oops baby, and they got married. Everettes themself was an oops baby too, somehow even more so than their brother. They were too little to understand why mommy was screaming at daddy, or why daddy wouldnt read them a story some nights. They didnt understand why daddy was sleeping on the couch when they got up for school in the morning or why mommy stopped coming to church with them. Their brother did his best to shield them from the worst of it, but he could only do so much. Eventually Everette would start finding mommys wine.

Everette had at least one person in the family they felt normal around, besides their brother. And that was their uncle. He didnt come around often, only Christmas, Thanksgiving, the occasional easter. But Everette was always excited to see him. And everytime he had a new little trinket for Everette. Everyone bit Everette seemed to know why the card shuffled by themself and why the character on the card they had would sometimes disappear. But no one would tell Everette. They remember their uncle trying to, once or twice. But their mother always stopped him. And then it was another fight..

The first time their Uncle came around for a birthday was their 11th. Wizards dont typically get their letters on their birthdays, but their uncle pulled a few strings to give Everette their early. The only people excited were Everette and their Uncle. Their dad looked.. sad? It wasnt an expression that Everette recognized. Their mother looked angry. Which Everette immediately knew. It wasnt until they were 11 that they were told their uncle worked for MACUSA, and Ministrys American organization. And it wasnt until Everette was 11 that they were told they were also a wizard.

It was a hard few weeks after that. Everette doesnt remember most of it. But they do remember the relief on their brothers face when they were told Everette was going to live with their uncle from then on. Everette was not so relieved. They didnt want to leave their brother, why would they ever want that? They were assured theyd get to come back for summer and Christmas, but their brother was already sixteen by then. Hed be off before long. But their brother knew it was best. He knew Everette didnt need to be around for the oncoming divorce. The one that was years in the making. Years coming.

It was hard to get adjusted to Scotland. A whole new country, that Everette felt distinctly out lf place in. They didnt look like anyone sround them, or at least not many people around them and it was hard to understand the new accents. Their uncle was a help of course. Teaching them the new vocabulary and how to understand the people around them.

He seemed the most excited. Everette was told that for years he was the only wizard in their family. Not since some distant guy Everette couldn't remember the name of. He was glad to finally be able to share this with someone. Everette was glad to finally feel normal. To finally not be the black sheep.

And soon enough, their uncle was walking them to the train platform. And the look of confusion on the poor things face ehen they were instructed to walk through a pillar. It was a shock, for sure. To talk through brick to see hundreds of students just like them, and a big red train.

A kiss on the head, and the securing of robes. The securing of hair and one final hug, they got on the train.

And they sat beside a girl who looked just like them.

[mdccanon]

Lore is so important because the stories people tell themselves within their cultures and groups shape their perspectives, and that matters more to me than individual interpretation at the moment.

Irredeemable villains are always written as closeted hypocrites who know the truth and are just in denial. Writers can't phantom that they have a different story. And like we've been saying for tragic villains, they'll have cracked open a book and make a single good point and people will act like that makes them the main character, now.

LOL, or my personal favorite, cartoonishly irredeemable villains who accidentally made one good point, so the author has to make them attack babies to keep the story black/white with a predestined conclusion: case in point, Harry Potter, a world where Muggles murdered witches for centuries and Hogwarts was built to keep wizarding children safe from all Muggle harm and the story starts with Harry's childhood abuse from his Muggle family... ... ... ... But that Salazar Slytherin was just a racist and the Death Eaters are fascist pigs and the Ministry of Magic and MACUSA are overbearing with their anti-exposure laws. She says, even while inventing obscurials, cursed magic created from children abused by Muggles... Its too reasonable to hate Muggles for that, so gotta make Grindelwald Hitler-like! Oops, accidentally wrote that he wants to prevent WW2. Gotta make him murder an infant. XD

A character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is forced to live, to put one foot in front of the other and find healing, who chooses to pour goodness into the world and make the world a better place

Is more satisfying to me than a character arc where the character who did terrible things and regrets them is redeemed through death

99.9% of the time.

[ginevraweasiey]

the weasley-hollands

after the war...

percy feels the guilt eating away at him like some kind of parasite. it is big and all-consuming and, even though percy forces food down george’s throat as his baby brother wallows in grief, he himself isn’t eating. he can’t, not when fred is dead because percy had distracted him from the war going on around them. it’s all his fault for being selfish and abandoning his parents and his brothers and his baby sister. maybe fred would still be alive if percy had stayed.

the guilt is everywhere all the time and percy doesn’t know how to deal with it so he just lets it eat at him. he tries everything he can to numb it. he visits the burrow and insists on going back to work. he’s not like george; he can’t just develop a nicotine addiction or start sleeping with anything that breathes to get the grief out of him. percy thinks too much for all of that so he just thinks about other things. the guilt can take him in silence.

by the time his first niece is born, percy has been promoted to head of the department of magical transportation. molly and arthur are endlessly proud and percy asks them if they think fred would be proud of him. he doesn’t know why he asks but the question is out of his mouth before he can shift his thinking to something else. percy feels his breath hitch; it’s the first time he’s said fred’s name. he thought that, if he didn’t say fred’s name, he hadn’t died. it was always just he and him, never fred. that could’ve been anyone, anyone other than his baby brother.

arthur starts to cry and percy feels the guilt crawling up out of his throat. he’d made his father cry. he’s about to take it back, say nevermind and start talking about the weather, but arthur takes him by the shoulders and looks him in his eyes. percy had inherited molly’s hazel instead of arthur’s blue but arthur’s eyes were the twins’ eyes and percy feels like fred is looking him in the face. it’s terrifying and liberating. 

(arthur says, yes. yes, he would be bloody proud. he’d make jokes, but he’d tell everyone he knew. he loved you.) 

he loved him. he loved him. even when percy had treated them like garbage, even when he’d left, fred had loved him. he’d loved him and he’d have been so proud of percy. it makes percy want to cry and so he does. he hasn’t cried in a long time but he just lets it go and it feels like the tears have cleansed him of his sins. he is fucking reborn in the burrow kitchen and he feels clean. he feels new and he feels so incredibly, unconditionally loved.

audrey holland is an asian-american witch and, when she starts working at the ministry as a liaison for MACUSA, percy is enthralled. he’s never seen a woman like her before; she is all legs and loud voice and straight posture and don’t mess with me. she is a lion like percy and she is brilliant and witty and beautiful and she loves him. she tells him that after two months of dates, even when she knows what he’d done, how he’d been once, she loves him.

audrey asks him to marry her. percy just laughs and laughs because, three years ago, he’d have been humiliated that a woman had asked him to marry her instead of the other way around, but audrey is audrey and so he says yes. he says yes and they laugh together and it’s like percy can feel fred clapping his hand on percy’s shoulder and congratulating him. 

they get married in february of 2000, a couple of months before ron, and it’s ‘intimate,’ but the hollands are like the weasleys in that they are boisterously happy and love a good party. after the wedding, they go to america and percy thinks it’s probably the worst place he’s ever been. audrey gets a good laugh out of that.

they come back after a few months in america and percy goes back to work. audrey does her liaison work and she tells him they should wait to have kids. percy agrees but it’s not even a year before she tells him she’s pregnant, with that sheepish smile on her face that just says oops! percy is ecstatic, if a little nervous. 

audrey is four months along when percy looks himself in the mirror and makes a promise. he will always be there for his child. always, unconditionally. and if that child tries to abandon him, he will march himself out there and bring them back. he won’t make the same mistake twice; that’s a promise.

molly josephine weasley is born in january of 2002 and, although every one of his siblings will say the same thing about their kids, she’s probably the prettiest baby he’s ever seen. and she adores him. besides audrey and his parents, percy has never had anyone adore him. he walks into a room and molly will give him the biggest smile, all gums, and reach her hands out as if to say, please come closer because you make me feel safe.

audrey decides to quit her job and percy feels terrified. he would hate for her to resent him for keeping his job while she leaves hers. audrey calls him daft and tells him that the travel sucks, anyway. it’s a decision she wants to do and it will never be his fault if she is unhappy. so, she stays home with baby molly and he works on. 

molly’s only a year old when audrey’s sheepish smile returns and percy’s heart grows a size bigger. they’d planned to wait several years before children and now they had one and another on the way. molly doesn’t quite understand but she’ll put her little hands on audrey’s swelling stomach and giggle to herself.

lucille alexandria is their early christmas gift of 2003 and, like her sister, she is inhumanly pretty. percy pesters audrey every night for a week to make sure she hadn’t had an affair with a veela. audrey smacks him in the chest but she laughs because she knows their babies are going to be heart breakers.

on most nights for the next twelve or so years, percy will stand in the doorway of his daughters’ bedrooms and listen as audrey brushes their hair and sings them korean folk songs that her mother had sang to her. it’s a beautiful thing to see, his wife and his daughters. his stars. the guilt is only a dull hum now; it isn’t all-consuming.

and, when lucy weasley, aged eleven, pulls her first prank at hogwarts, percy knows that fred is looking down at them and he is howling with laughter.

“after the war...” masterlist :)

[official-ilvermorny]

ohhhhhh so by extracurriculars you meant elective classes? cuz i thought you meant stuff you do outside of class oops. sorry mine is super vague :(

Oh yeah, that is actually what extracurriculars means, huh? I feel a like a Dorcus now! Sorry! And yes you answered your question correctly, I just messed up on the ask.

So there are the elective classes, but there's also extracurriculars like you said. There are so many that even I probably don't know all of them. But here's a list of a few:

Student council

Sports (both within the school and between American schools; Quodpot, Quidditch, baseball, basketball, soccer)

SIFNIAC (Students in Favor of No-Maj Interaction and Assimilation of Culture)

Theatre

Poetry club

The Ilvermorny Sonorus (school newspaper)

Future Alchemists of America

Astrology club

ATC (Auror Training Corps)

Dagaz Ansuz Mannaz (for future diplomats and ambassadors of MACUSA)

Christian Magicians' Fellowship

Avioequestrian Club

Debate Club

I hope this helps you!

~Selwyn

[phxebehalliwell-blog]

☕ [ ASH ] liked for a starter

            ❝ —— I usually teach charms at ILVERMORNY,  but             I'm  here to  help  out  with the stuff  here  to hide this             place so no-majes don't accidentally wander in. How             about you? ❞

@wandmakesthewizard

[heleneplays]

7,8,9 And 20 for future ask ^_^ 😚🌸🌸🌸

Hi syd!!! lovely to see u here, I hope u find my answers satisfactory 💖

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7. How has MC grown and changed since starting at Hogwarts?

Physically, Helene's final height rests at 5'4, getting towered over by her 6' brother & 5'9 lover. (It's fine she wears 3-4" heels when they go out so it checks out.)

Mentally? Helene's a lot calmer, since she's finally broken the family curse and she doesn't have to worry about dying anymore. Nonetheless she's keeping herself sharp because old habits die hard.

Emotionally… She's picking up the shards of her psyche and mending herself by getting her closure. She and El visited her Mother's commemorative statue in one of MACUSA's new departments a little while back.

8. How is MC’s and Jacob’s relationship now? (If your Jacob is alive)

Jacob Emmanuel Adler has been recuperating from the ordeal he went through with the Circle (from rewrite, bc my canon diverges @ year 5; in which R isn't the evil group they're dealing with) but as far as relationships go, they're as close as ever :'). Though Helene doesn't get her usual amount of childhood hugs, they have more time to hang around with each other!

Also El turned to being a recluse, chilling on their various beachside properties, usually in the Philippines-- but he was instrumental to covering Helene's work during the second war. Now he spends his days surfing and gigging with his instruments for a living.

9. Does MC keep in touch with all their friends? Which ones do they write to the most?

Helene regularly writes to El, Bill (working on the other side of the coin aka dry land), Badeea (who she collaborates with on spellcrafting or art projects for several years), Chiara, Liz and Talbott; but the person she writes most to? Rowan :)

And for her MC counterparts, she sends each one of them a souvenir (ranging from small keychains to actual treasure) from her journeys, depending on who entered her thoughts. Otherwise, she's unavailable when she's out in the water, or when she's living in her muggle persona.

20. Did MC join the Order of the Phoenix and/or fight in the Battle of Hogwarts?

Helene was only unofficially affiliated with the Order, rather than pledging herself as a member. She's worked as one of their secret warders for safehouses before it broke out, and sponsor on the side during Voldemort's takeover.

Traditionally, the line toed as a Neutral Family, unbowing to no dark lords but neither partnering with any light lords. It was only in the recent generations that the Adlers got involved to picking sides-- their grandfather Oskar for the light, their father Cyrus for the dark. Thus Helene 'reverts' back to neutrality, capitalizes and blends her way into the Pureblood elite as a plant to take and pass information, and as well as fund safe harbor/passage to muggleborns.

And for BoH??? You bet your ass she did. If you see the ash piles in the corridors… run back the way you came from, Helene's channeling fire through her very being roasting the scum of the world & supercharging several runic arrays for a nasty surprise~

bonus scrapped BoH design bc oop it will be too OP

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Future HM asks

[ao3feed-newtina]

49 Days

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2V1MKim

by andy_qinxin

Life does go on. Tina thought as she walked home from MACUSA. It had been 49 days since that night in Paris. Newtina one-shot, post COG, maybe OOC

Words: 3694, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tina Goldstein, Newt Scamander, Jacob Kowalski

Relationships: Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein & Newt Scamander

Additional Tags: I should not have written this, Accidental Pregnancy, Oops, Life in NYC, wedding in snow, One Shot, It's rated M but no smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2V1MKim

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

Oh look guys...look who actually wrote something tonight...

[luxuriantegg]

Since there’s been such a positive response to my writing on an Ilvermorny fic, I thought I would share some of my notes and ideas before starting publishing chapters on AO3(@ thatonechapterofwriting)! Just so no one’s disappointed by anything or if anyone wants to suggest something I didn’t think of.

The story will be starting before the main characters get to Ilvermorny and show how (most of them) meet.

Speaking of main characters, it’s an ensemble cast like GoT or The Magicians.

Romance? Yes, but the characters are starting off fourteen so... nothing more than kissing happens :/ there’ll be four fics and the last will have them be seventeen/eighteen. Senior year :0!

Mature themes? Sure, just not y’know. Mature mature.

Cryptids? Yep. In spades.

Scamanders? Haha yes. Luna/Rolf is a blessing. They will be very minor characters. If that. Only cameos for HP characters.

So that being said these will definitely be completely original characters that will populate the fics. Except like, established characters like Principal/Headmaster Fontaine.

I’m trying to write it like a series. That’s a big task and I’m probably not going to succeed, but at least I can say I tried. I like a good Bildungsroman fic every once in a while.

And concerning the appropriation with Ilvermorny... well, ngl, I’m using the house names. I’ve just gotten really attached and I tried to read up on their origins as much as possible. But there’s going to be a subplot about the cover up story as to how Ilvermorny was founded.

I’m a person of color with some Native American blood on my mom’s side(not enough to really be informed tho haha), but even I make mistakes even when I do my research, so I doubt I’m gonna be perfect with representation.

But I will say that I am NOT using that other crap JK released about magic in America (especially regarding Native American culture) besides MACUSA. The only thing I’m making different about magic in America is that it’s used without wands more frequently than in England.

I do like the term no-maj. I am using that.

I’m also using the uniforms that JK described with the blue robes and cranberry accents. The collar/hood is hooked together with a Gordian knot pin(three loops entwined).

It’ll be very different from Hogwarts. Example: there will be separate dormitories for a pair of kids in each house(except one which gives each individual their own room for... reasons.). Also, there’s student body elections rather than prefects and head boys/girls.

I know that’s more public school than private school, but I really can’t help the fact that I like writing from what I know best.

Also it is a castle, but there’s more buildings around it and it has a town somewhat like Hogsmeade but... a little dangerous. The mountains are also v dangerous.

There are like hundreds of wizarding schools. Examples of witch(geddit) are the New York Institue of Technomagicianry and Wizardry and Goldenscale(CA). Ilvermorny is just the Harvard of them. There’s a solid eleven that make up kind of Ivy/Little Ivy spots.

FOOTBALL

How was FOOTBALL NOT MENTIONED

JK WHATS UP

I play tennis and do academics but even I know how crazy my whole school is for FOOBALL

You and I both know American Quidditch is a thing and it shouldn’t even have the same name as Quidditch. Quidditch is called Hoopball in America.

There are no trains to Ilvermorny. It is a bus. ROAD TRIP :D

Back to the characters, there is technically one main character: Cassie Capeton(the girl pictured above). She’s the most “normal” of them all. There used to only be four in the ensemble cast(one for each house), but now there’s like nine. Oops.

I will be describing them with set ethnicities and sexualities unlike Rowling because they are truly varied(the main character is biracial and bisexual and another character is non-binary, for example). I’m not going to pull a Dumbledore or Hermione on you.

Oh and the only reason the boy pictured above is a main character is because I was looking up faceclaims and I saw Mike Bailey and I was like... ok this guy fits in this story. The character’s name is Mickey because I am very unoriginal.

The story will sometimes be broken up with chat logs. Not unlike Homestuck, but geared more toward Snapchat :) bc it will be a magic Snapchat

Did I mention this was modern day? 2014. Gen Z. Albus is in Hogwarts at this point I think,,

Might add to this as I think of more stuff

And that’s about all I got! I might have another text post about the main characters(sort of outdated and missing two) somewhere in the backlogs of my hp tag if you want to find it.

Hope you guys are still interested! Wish to post soon! (Maybe once I get three chapters lined up haha) I’ll make an illustration announcement every time a chapter goes up! :)  

[dcarhcarts]

🎰 You can do Just Gleb, Just Natasha, Gleb and Natasha, or include Gleb, Nat, and my muses on caughtintherevolution. Whatever gives you the most joy.

I did all of them!!

1. eliza schuyler / gleb vaganov - i’m going to take this as a sign that the universe r e a l l y wants us to get going on that american revolution au. I think in terms of their narratives (ahahaha) it could probably work?? Eliza is the right amount of kindness, self-awareness, and taking no bullshit. And you know, added bonus - revolutionary spirit. Tho to be fair I think I feel them more...platonically? Like as meg giry is Baby Sister to gleb, i feel like eliza would be Big Sister? there’s a lot of mutual respect and probably calling each other on their bullshit? idk that’s just the vibe i get i guess

2. sonya rostova / dominika - ok i’m already cringing on sonya’s behalf. like not to knock dominika or anything, i’m sure she would be lovely with the right person, but dominika would eat my girl alive. sonya is Too Smol and Too Scared she’s gonna have to pass oops

3. tina goldstein / natasha leonova - i…..can see it working, surprisingly enough??? considering how big of a crossover it would be??? but I’d be Interested ™ to see the interaction? like their interaction to begin with would probably make most sense if Tina was in Leningrad on…..Magic Business? An American in Leningrad in the 20s??????? wow that is already a bad idea what was MACUSA thinking?? anyway, i think Tina would have her qualms about Natasha but they could have that love-hate kind of romantic tension tbh.

4. natasha rostova / masha voronina - I don’t feel particularly strongly about this one I think? it could probably work??? but also I don’t think it’d be long term. from reading her bio/what you’ve told me i feel like masha’s pretty sure of what she wants in life and what she wants to do whereas natasha is very much a “here for the moment, see what happens” kind of gal? i think their views of the world would be too different for them to work for long.

5. helene kuragina / grusha sorokina - it would definitely be an Interesting Relationship. they don’t have the same experiences per se, but they do have some similar themes in their narratives turned into different...choices? idk the way I play Helene is very much a woman working a man’s world to the best of her advantage and kind of weaponizing her femininity? but Grusha seems like she just wants a peaceful life away from them?? which honestly, hella fair. helene understands and sympathizes to the full extent. they honestly just looked at a situation and did different things? i think helene would have a soft spot a mile wide for grusha (but also like to tease her a l o t re: flirting. there’s a lot of flirting. she has a l o n g list of flirty nicknames for grusha probably).

@gcneralvaganov /  / send me  🎰 for 5 randomly generated ships and some rambly commentary

[aethelar]

Your Words are Ink: Ch 5

1 . 2 . 3 . 4. Ch 5 : Congratulations Graves, bad days are catching series tag - read it on AO3

It was in something of a numb daze that Tina got into the lift. She limply poked her wand against the control panel, so limply that it took two tries before the command registered and the metal cage rattled upwards. She left it, walked down the corridor to the next lift, and jabbed her wand blindly to the side again.

"Which floor?" the lift asked. Tina blinked, looking around herself as if surprised to see where she'd ended up. "I sad, which floor?"

It was the house elf - the atrium lifts were manned. Elved. She stowed her wand back up her sleeve and avoided looking at the slight scorch marks she'd left where she'd thought there was a control panel. "Sorry, main hall."

"Main hall," the elf repeated gruffly and sniffed at the state of her passenger. "Aurors. More time in the drink than is right for 'em, if anyone is asking me."

"We don't all drink," Tina protested. The scathing side eyed glare the house elf gave her said exactly what she thought of that, and didn't Newt say that in England house elves were unfailingly polite? And shy? He'd been delighted by the irreverent disdain of the MACUSA elves, but Tina couldn't help but think English elves would be nice. Occasionally. Maybe. She wasn't so sure about the slavery part Newt had described, but on the other hand, not being judged every time she stepped in the lift or ordered a shot at the bar. Would be nice.

"And you don't all take your latest fancies in their shiny frocks with you when you do, I gotcha miss Goldstein." The house elf tapped her elongated nose and gave what probably amounted to a knowing look.

"Latest fancies in their shiny frocks?" Delgado, don't let this be you. Things have not gone well and Tina needs to go home and hug Queenie until she's feeling like a stable human being again so for the love of all things legal, don't let this be you. "Would the shiny frock be a blue coat? And did the fancy have an English accent?"

The lift clattered to a stop in the atrium but the house elf paused before opening the door, thinking the question over. "Didn't speak much," she said. "And coats and frocks look all the same, but it was blue. Had a flower in the button hole and everything, though I prefer the ones with petals that don't talk, myself."

Pickett. Which means Newt, which means, of course it's Delgado. And apparently the house elves thought Newt was a floozie in a frock, how nice. She sighed. "I'll get them," she said. "Thanks."

"As you wish," the house elf replied, waving her out and rattling shut the gate behind her. Tina pulled her coat tighter around herself and strode out, head down and focussed forwards in the universal language for don't talk to me, I'll have to answer back and I'll hate you for the delay. She turned into Murray Street and slipped through a nondescript door under a nondescript office block. The concrete service entrance faded away with a gentle shimmer as she stepped forward and the familiar wooden floors and low-hanging ceiling of the Dark Horse swam into existence. Delgado - and Newt - were slotted into one of the booths to the side, Delgado sprawled against the high-backed benches while Newt perched on the edge and inspected his glass the way he might a particularly poisonous horklump.

"Goldstein!" Delgado called, waving her over. "Hilberta passed the message on, good stuff. Boss joining us soon?"

Tina took a wild stab in the dark and guessed that Hilberta was the house elf, who had, in a roundabout way, passed the message on. Which meant that Delgado, in a roundabout way, was being thoughtful by arranging a welcome-drinks to help Newt feel part of the team, and Tina couldn't just grab her wayward friend and apparate home to Queenie. Lovely.

She slid into the booth next to Newt and flicked her order over to the bar. The glowing ball zipped over to hover by the gin bottle - oops, Tina had meant to order a beer - until the barman collected it and floated the drink back over to her. She'd stay for one drink. One.

"He's not coming," she said apologetically. "Something came up."

Delgado made a face. "Something always comes up. He's going to work himself to death if he doesn't give himself a break. No, wait, he'll work himself to an early grave, hah."

"That," Newt said, "was an appalling joke."

"Those are the only kind Delgado knows, don't mind him." Although, he was right. Since Grindelwald, since everything that had happened, Graves was pushing himself harder than he could afford to. Something was going to break. Hell, maybe something already had and Tina had been the one to do it, who could say.

Delgado leant back, putting a dramatic hand to his chest. "Ouch, Goldstein," he said in a mock-wounded voice. "Who hurt you?"

She shook her head and pulled herself together. Moping later. Now, gin, welcome drinks for Newt - which actually wasn't a bad idea, though she couldn't help but think a tea shop would've been a better place - and sorting out the case for the evening. "Sorry, heavy day. Graves is sitting this one out, it's just the three of us this evening. Delgado, you're running backup; Newt, you and I are out front. We go down the alleys and search for traces of whatever creature this is, and if we see it active we defend the no-majs without engaging the creature. Not until we know more about it."

Newt frowned hesitantly. "We shouldn't need backup," he said. "There's remarkably few occasions when throwing more people at a distressed creature will help it calm down, particularly if they come running with their wands drawn."

"You mean you don't run at it with your wand out?" Delgado asked. "What, you have an invisibility cloak or something and sneak up?"

Newt shifted his shoulder so that Pickett's pocket was turned away and shot Delgado a sour look. "I find wands are usually unnecessary."

"Yeah, for the little things maybe but this could be -"

"He has a nundu," Tina interjected, because Newt would absolutely one hundred percent go up against a dragon with just his hands out. She wasn't entirely sure how good his wandless magic was or whether he just preferred to duck, but either way, Delgado was underestimating quite how crazily reckless Newt could be. "He keeps it in his suitcase and calls it Adelaide."

Delgado stares. Newt shuffles in his seat and tries an awkward smile.

"Holy shit, bro. A nundu?" He shook his head. "Man, maybe he's right. Doesn't sound like you'll be needing backup, no sir. I'll just take the evening off, yeah?" Tina kicked him under the table. She didn't do it hard, but he pouted at her for it, the big baby.

"Why can't we all three go?" Newt asked. "More eyes are better, aren't they?" He looked at Tina quizzically, confused when she shook her head.

"There are too many ways to take down a whole group," she said. "Atmosphere potions, ward nets, even just a good ambush - you need someone behind keeping track. Delgado, stay on backup and stop trying to shirk; we'll live-stream you the data we find, standard dictaquill recording. How's your artifact handling?"

He sat up straighter, glancing mournfully at his half drunk pint. Tina squashed a bit of sympathy; she wasn't being sociable, she knew that, and he'd probably been hoping for a while longer on the drinking stage before they got down to work. She just... At the moment, she couldn't be sociable, because how the hell was she supposed to not tell Newt quite how phenomenally screwed up the whole soulmate thing was. Tina needed to talk to Queenie before she got anywhere near that conversation.

"Adequate," he said. "You're sending them through the vanishing boxes?"

"Them?" Newt interrupted. "The creatures?"

"Creatures, traces, memory-photos, anything we collect." She paused at his unhappy expression. "We use them all the time," she assured him. "They're linked and warded, no one can interfere with anything travelling between the two boxes. The one Delgado will be using is fixed in the auror department, no one could steal it if they wanted to."

"No, it's not - creatures? Through vanishing boxes?"

Not good? They never seemed hurt when they came out the other side, but MACUSA was usually concerned with capturing and terminating rather than preserving, so no one had really checked. Tina was gathering though from Newt that it was probably not good. No wait, he'd started trying to shield the Pickett pocket again, and he was holding his swooping evil sleeve remarkably close to his body. The vanishing boxes were edging into Downright Awful territory. Ahhhh damn, that'd be a whole load more paperwork to sort out to organise for the practice to be stopped. Newt. Why do you do this. Newt, why.

"You're the consulting professional," she sighed. "You can decide how the creatures are handled if we come across them. But, and this is an important but, we're not meant to engage unless there's lives at stake, yes? Observe and gather evidence, Newt. We're doing this the auror way for once."

Delgado snorted. "Chaos and mayhem, hooray."

She glared at him. Newt, on the other hand, favoured Delgado with a conspiratorial smile, and confessed that "Most of my plans end up like that as well, it's why I rarely bother with them anymore."

"You," Delgado pointed. "I like you."

Newt beamed.

[leogichidaa]

I am very ironically (as it’s the 4th of July) sitting here contemplating how the Wizarding section of soviet bloc countries would handle communism in 1980. Would they have the same style of govt? What would they actually think of Voldemort? All because in my Regulus lives AU I’m preparing to put him there 😆the only thing I can think of is that Regulus probably wouldn’t be happy with what he’s seeing if he’s in the muggle world.

Oop this makes it clear that I've been taking 2-3 business days to respond to asks lately, sorry 😭

Regulus would hate communism rofl. I was thinking the other day about what a shame it is that Snape and BCJ were seduced by fascism because they both would have made decent anarchists, imo. Reg, on the other hand, was actually kinda well suited to fascism 😬. Yeah, he would NOT be a fan of communism. He probabiy wants to go back to feudalism.

I do wonder about how government upheavals in the muggle world translate to the wizarding world. We see that the US and the UK have magical governments that match their muggle counterparts, and after doing a little digging it looks like the Ministry of Magic was formed at the same time as the Parliament of Great Britain. But MACUSA, formed in 1693, predates the US government. I imagine it isn't usually a one to one translation but there's probably significant overlap.

[thoseofgreatambition]

for the birds (pt. 1)

pt one | liar | 1.9 K

@siriuslyimmoony​: ok leeann, can i request angsty!George with a happy ending with the prompts "we're not just friends and you fucking know it" and "you're so fucking hot when you're mad". you can take out the bad language if you need to. i really don't know what I'm doing I just need George to say those words somehow, someway. thank you ily.

pairing: george x american!reader. fred lives! au

warnings: swearing, angst, etc. 

a/n: so i’m in love w/ u for starters. also i kinda rolled this into an idea i had already and it sparked a series oops. 

L/N = Last name 

You'd loved living in England as a little girl. Your family had been close with the Weasleys. Neighbors, actually. They’d lived in the Burrow and you’d lived in the Nest. Your family still came over during the holidays. 

But after your mother had died and your sister had been chosen to be the next head of the family, you’d been forced to move back. 

So falling in love with George?

Especially painful. 

Especially for him. 

Your family was well known in America-- philanthropists. Currently your aunt was running to be the next President of MACUSA, which meant that you were under lots of scrutiny. It also meant that any time you were spotted on any sort of romantic looking outing, he had to see it in a gossip tabloid.

‘Heiress to the L/N fortune meets her match in Heir to the Graves fortune.’

‘Birdie in love?’ 

‘Steamy encounter-- details inside.’ 

He was a jealous man, he’d admit that. But this? This just hurt. After the war he’d hoped that this would all resolve but it just felt terrible. 

“I think I deserve to know what’s going on.”

“I already told you! It’s just gossip!” 

It felt like someone was strangling him, as he tried to control his temper. Good men didn’t yell at people they loved-- Gryffindors were chivalrous. “You didn’t tell me when you were dating someone else last year.”

“I couldn’t get a letter to you! I wrote and you know that! It’s not my fault there was a war!” 

“That’s not the point!” his voice rose, and he sucked in a breath. “I deserve to know about these things.” 

Your eyes stung with tears, “You’re acting like I cheated on you. We aren’t dating. You aren’t dating me. You and I have never been together and you know that.” 

Of course you weren’t dating. 

He was George. 

He was far away. 

He was unattainable. 

He was everything you’d ever thought you’d want and everything you’d never have. 

So why in the hell did he have to yell at you for trying to be happy?

George’s lip twitched, “You don’t think I know that? You don’t think I know I can’t date the Princess?”

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Your family’s been called royalty for as long as they’ve been in America.” he watched you, as you became red faced. Your hair seemed to rise at its roots and you looked as likely to start spitting and hissing as a cat. “You’re fucking hot when you’re mad.”

You froze-- not knowing what to do. Part of you was resisting the urge to shout every curse word you knew at the man before you and the other was ignoring the instinct to pull him into a kiss, straddle him and start what you two had been ramping up for years. 

He beat you to it though, and before you knew it you were backed against the wall with his hands on your hips so tight it almost hurt as your lips moved against eachothers more roughly than you thought a kiss could be. 

It seemed that years of pent up sexual tension made for some rather passionate kissing. 

George began to attack your neck with love bites, groaning as your grip on his hair tightened to an almost painful amount. “Be with me.” 

It was then, that you misspoke. Too wrapped up in all the sensations you were feeling, or the fact that your knees were liable to give out underneath you than what he was saying. “George we can’t...”

When you felt him pull away you realized what you’d said. “Georgie--” 

“You don’t think I know you why won’t date me?”

“I haven’t-- you don’t--!” you sputtered, and wondered if he’d heard about your aunt telling you not to date him. That you needed a better match. It’s why she’d set you up with the Graves boy anyways. 

That wasn’t why you hadn’t asked though. “You’re in England.” 

“You come here all the time! We aren’t just friends and you fucking know it! I deserve to know about this stuff. You know that. If you loved me you’d be honest with me.” 

“I never said I loved you.” your face went pale, how had he found out? You hadn’t told anyone. Your father liked you two together, your siblings did as well, but most everyone else would cause a fuss and you’d made sure to keep it hush. So many of your secrets were shared with the world that you just wanted one to yourself. 

Just one precious thing to yourself.

One bit of privacy. One thing that you didn’t have to share or read about. 

George looked like a dementor sucked out his soul. “So you don’t love me.” 

“I didn’t say that.”

“You’re either in or out.” 

“Can’t we--” he cut you off with a nod, and stepped closer. 

“In or out. Tell me tonight. If you want to move on fine. But give me a chance to move on too.” 

You watched George walk out of your kitchen and you choked on a sob. Alone in your home. 

Your beautiful nest. 

When you got to the Burrow that night, everything felt fine for the most part. Molly greeted you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The normal loving godmother you’d come to see as your own mother. Everything was normal. 

Aside from Fred, who seemed to be glaring at you as you walked into his and George’s room. 

He’d been rather cool to you these past few months, and you knew why. “Is George here?”

“He’s showering.” Fred’s hand twitched. Since the war he’d felt himself becoming more and more protective of his brother. of his whole family. Could he be blamed for it? 

“Fred--” you’d been so close before. You missed him just as much as you missed George. “You’re his best friend.” 

His face softened, just a bit. “I am. He’s mine.”

“You’ve got to be there for him through this. I know it’s been hard on him. ‘m not making excuses. You’re his brother. I get it. Can you please give us a moment, though?” 

Fred stared at you for a long while before finally nodding. “Alright.” he stood up and took a deep breath before walking towards you and ruffling your hair. He left without further comment. Hands shoved in his pockets while you stood frozen in their room, and smoothed down the front of your silk blouse. 

You stared at the door to his restroom for so long that your feet went numb, and when he came out George looked so drained of energy that you felt a surge of tears come up once more. 

“I don’t like dating, George.” 

He bit back the urge to say that it wasn’t what he’d heard. 

“I haven’t had a private moment since Mom died. For twelve years, everything I’ve done has been photographed. I can’t go outside with people without someone photographing me. Or someone writing that I’m cheating on someone else. I don’t like it. I hate it. It’s why I come to England so much. It’s why I’d like to move here.” at that last statement, you saw him perk up, the smallest bit. “People don’t know me as much here.” 

“Is that why we aren’t together? Or is because of your family?”

The friend in you didn’t want to say this, wanted to protect him. But the guilty part of you, who had lied to him for years about your feelings knew he deserved the truth. “I haven’t been with you because I’ve been scared. And I’ve been worried about the distance. And I’ve known that all the gossip could ruin everything.” 

“Your family.”

“My dad likes you. You’re his godson, after all. My siblings like you.” that seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders, and you hoped it would make the next bit easier. “My aunt doesn’t. She thinks you’re nice but she’s pushing for a match with the Graves, or another family in America.”

It was like a punch to the gut. “She doesn’t think a Weasley is good enough for you?” 

“She’s thinking about what looks best for the family.” you took in a deep breath, “But she can fuck off with that-- after being married for five times for the family, she ought to know it isn’t always for the best.” 

He looked at you cautiously, as someone did when they’d been hurt before. “In or out.” 

“In. I’m in love with you. Have been for years. I’d run off and elope if you asked me to.” 

There was silence. 

Heavy silence. 

It was as if your heart had beat so loudly in your ears that you couldn’t hear anything else. 

Did you miss your chance?

It was understandable.

Things had been growing more and more tense in the past two years. 

“I get it. If you don’t want to be with me.” your voice was quiet. Soothing. “I get it. I’ve hurt you. A lot. I didn’t tell you how I felt. I didn’t do a lot of things I should have. My reasons aren’t excuses. It doesn’t change anything.” 

“People will be mad.”

You let out a snort, a derisive, barking laugh. “They’re always mad. I’m an unmarried twenty year old woman. I’m the worst thing in the world, haven’t you heard?” when he grinned, just the tiniest bit, you tried to offer up the same sort of smile. 

As if you didn’t know how truly terrible things could be. 

“If you’re happy George? If we’re together and you’re happy? Then I’m happy. That’s it. If we aren’t together and you’re happy? I’m--” it felt like you were choking. “Well, sad as shit, but that’s still what I want. You to be happy.” 

He approached you slower this time, and the way he seemed to take you in both made you happier than you could imagine and frightened you to your core. “Say it again.” 

Your eyes widened, before narrowing in confusion as your brow knit together. “Which part?” that had been quite a speech. Akin to what you’d made a few weeks prior at that damned Gala. 

“The I love you part, Birdie.” 

“I love you George Weasley.” 

His hands settled on your waist before running up and down your sides-- George’s lips resting on the spot he’d bitten you on your neck before, his tongue darting out to soothe the bruise he’d left. “Again.” His voice came out as a soft growl, and you let out a moan as he pressed against you and his hands began to unbutton your blouse. 

Your hand went through his hair, more gentle this time. The other was one handedly making quick work of tugging up on his shirt waiting for him to get the hint. “I love you.” you nipped at his ear, and smirked as he groaned into your neck. “If you don’t start saying it back soon ‘m going to be pretty pissed at you too, you know.” 

“I love you too, Princess.” 

You scowled, and pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes-- rolling your own as he grinned at you mischievously, “Stop calling me that, Georgie Porgie.” 

Now it was his turn to frown. “That’s not cool.”

“You started it.” 

“You’re ruining the mood.”

“The passionate sex mood where you shag me against the wall?” when he nodded you grinned, “You started it.” 

“Prat.” 

“Your prat.” 

“My prat.”

[terriblelifechoices]

More comment fic!  This is from chapter 13, for the hilarious onsenorita.  Inspired by the comment, But every time the possibility of future kids comes up, I have this hilaaarious mental image of wizarding New York gazing on in amazement and terror as Credence keeps matter of factly adding a new baby every couple of years. Like Merlin's blessed balls, there is a difference between continuing the bloodline and FOUNDING A FUCKING DYNASTY. Someone nicknames Credence "Ilvermorny's Bane." More than one professor takes early retirement in despair at the never-ending parade of headstrong, magically precocious Graves'. God help Red and all of MACUSA - this is not a cornerstone anymore, it's a bloody INFESTATION.

I thought that was hilarious.  And then I kind of ran with it.  So, Ilvermorny vs. the Graves brood.

The original version can be read on AO3 here.

Evan Jauncey stared at Elaine Graves in flat despair.  She was, he’d always thought, the sensible one.  A proper Horned Serpent, just like he was -- more like her aunties than her parents or siblings.

He’d thought -- oh, it had been stupid, what he’d thought -- that Elaine was the lone voice of common sense amongst the chaos her siblings generated.

He’d forgotten that Seraphina Picquery had matched every reckless, too-powerful stunt Percival Graves had ever pulled at Ilvermorny neck and neck, and that Dindrane Graves-Flores was every bit as powerful as her brother, if infinitely better at hiding it.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Elaine said.  To her credit, she actually seemed to mean it, which put her one up on her older brothers and sister.

As Jauncey was still out a Defense Professor and a dueling instructor, Elaine’s apologies did not count for as much as she might have hoped.

“Miss Graves,” Jauncey said, in his best I am the headmaster and you will listen to me tones, “are you sorry for dueling Professor Kipling to a standstill, or are you simply sorry I’ve called you into my office?”

Elaine considered that.  “More the latter than the former,” she said, with the honesty of children.  “But if Professor Kipling couldn’t handle me, he definitely can’t handle a true Dark Wizard, and he shouldn’t have been teaching anyway.”

“I believe you may have a few advantages where dueling is concerned, Miss Graves,” Jauncey pointed out.

Elaine fidgeted.  “I guess I do,” she conceded.

The entire Graves line had a knack for dueling.  Jauncey had gone from being impressed when Galahad did it -- wordless and wandless, just like his father -- to alarmed, because no first year student should be that fast with her wandwork and Olwen’s knack for dueling went beyond talent into something supernatural.  Not unreasonable, given her role models, but still alarming.  Jauncey was mostly just grateful she modeled her behavior on Tina Goldstein rather than Winifred Hughes.  By the time Gawain was old enough to join the dueling club, Jauncey had resigned himself to yet more angry letters from parents wondering just what, exactly, was being taught by Ilvermorny’s dueling club, as he was 100% positive that they were learning it from Galahad (and Olwen, and Gawain) rather than the previous dueling master, who quit roughly six months into Gawain’s second year.

Jauncey thought wistfully of Gawain, who idolized his curse-breaker cousin Lancelot and had so far only forced one professor into early retirement to Galahad and Olwen’s collective three.

Two of those retirements, Jauncey knew, were the direct result of the Thunderbird Incident.  He still hadn’t gotten the complete story out of anyone involved, and likely never would, but Galahad and Olwen had thrown down with the entirety of Thunderbird’s fifth year class defending Sammy Collins’ honor.  Jauncey hadn’t been sorry to lose Saunders, whom he’d inherited from his predecessor and was the sort of asshole who thought that teenage boys who pressed their suits on uninterested or unwilling teenage girls was just boys being boys rather than cause for concern.  There had been a sharp drop off in that sort of behavior after that, mostly because if Galahad caught wind of anyone trying it, he’d beat the shit out of them.  (If it was a girl, he left them to Olwen’s tender mercies.  Galahad didn’t like hitting girls.)

The fact that two of his students had taken it upon themselves to police that sort of behavior had been humbling.  Jauncey had put measures into place to make sure that everyone -- from the students to the staff -- knew that harassment of any kind was unacceptable.  (He was fairly certain that Gawain still beat the shit out of anyone who thought that no meant anything other than no.  He was less certain about Elaine.)

“Auntie Win could take the dueling master’s position,” Elaine ventured, clearly trying to be helpful.  “Dad says you should learn from the best, and there’s no one better than Auntie Win, except maybe Uncle Theseus.”

Jauncey imagined Winifred Hughes and a room full of small, impressionable children.  Unimaginable horror did not even begin to describe how he felt about that.

“Auror Hughes has a job,” he told Elaine.

“Oh,” said Elaine.  “Right.”  She drooped.  “How much trouble am I in, sir?”

“You have Saturday detention for the next two months,” Jauncey told her.  Elaine bit back whatever protest she was going to make and nodded.  “You will also complete an essay on the ethics of your actions.”

“My actions weren’t unethical!” Elaine protested.

“You humiliated a full-grown wizard in front of your peers.  If that was not unethical, then it was certainly unkind.”

Elaine flinched.  “I didn’t mean to be.”

“I know,” Jauncey told her kindly.  “Which is why you’ll also be writing a letter of apology to Professor Kipling.”

“Yes, sir,” Elaine said.  “Sorry, sir.”  Her eyes darted to the door.

“You’re dismissed,” he said.

Jauncey waited until he was certain she was gone before he put his face down on his desk and groaned.  Galahad had graduated three years ago, but he still had Olwen and Gawain and Elaine and the twins to deal with.  So far, Lucan and Gareth had behaved like perfectly normal first years, but they were Graves’, so it was only a matter of time, really.  And there were two more little ones after the twins.

Jauncey was starting to see the appeal of early retirement.

If anyone is interested, the Graves brood circa 1947 consists of:

Galahad, age 20 Olwen, age 17 Gawain, age 15 Elaine, age 13 The twins Gareth and Lucan, age 11 Lyonesse, age 8 Dagonet, age 5

Credence and Graves meant to stop having kids after Lyonesse.  Dagonet was an ‘oops, surprise!’ baby.  The fact that two wizards managed to have an ‘oops, surprise!’ baby is something that the women in Graves’ life have never, ever stopped giving him shit for.  Because really.  How do you cast the androgenesis spells unconsciously.  (Apparently if both parents are stupidly powerful, it can happen.)

[fyeahfbimagines]

Insecure

Request:  #2 PDA at work because Abernarthy has been excessively flirty with Queenie and reader is feeling insecure. thankyou loveyouu xxx

warnings: none? Just some PDA and some angst

Pairings: Queenie goldstein x fem!reader

You wouldn’t call it jealousy. Jealousy is a very strong word in many of books, including your own, but the way you felt when Abernathy flirted with Queenie made you, well, angry. You and Queenie have been dating for a couple of months now, feeling as if Queenie was your soulmate, some you loved dearly. But watching Queenie allowing abernathy to flirt with her, it struck a chord.

You knew she was a legilimens, it was no secret in the goldstein apartment, so she could probably read Abernathy’s mind, and that’s what pissed you off the most. The worst part is, it was everyday!

Little “accidental” touches from his part, soft “Hi darlin’” or “wanna get somethin to eat Q?” Of course, it always made you happy when Queenie would politely reject his offer, but it still made you mad she never put a stop to the situation. 

One day, you had enough.

“Hi sweetheart!” Queenie said, her chipper voice making you excited like always. Without warning, you kissed her on the lips passionately, holding her waist tightly. Her eyes widened, realizing you both were at work...in public. 

The wizarding world didn’t really have a problem with gay couples, it was just a little taboo. So doing this was an impossible concept, even for Queenie.

She pulls away from your lips, a soft whimper escaping your mouth at the loss of her soft skin.

“Y/N!” She whispers, her tone almost angry. “What in Merlins beard are you doing?!”

You blush brightly, realizing what you just did as you look around to see other pairs of eyes on you. “I’m sorry.” You look at your feet, feeling stupid now. You wanted to show just Abernathy that Queenie was yours, but you just made Queenie come out to all of MACUSA, at least, who was watching. 

She tipped up your chin, hearing your thoughts clearly. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop Abernathy sooner, I didn’t know you felt so strongly about me, Y/N...”

You finally look up, seeing her sparkling blue eyes, reminding you of the ocean and its shimmering diamonds. Something about her eyes made you feel like you were home. She gave you a sweet smile. “You don’t have to be insecure about anything you know that right?” The blonde asks, quirking her eyebrow.

You nod slowly as she strokes your cheek sensually. “Abernathy is nothing compared to you.”

This was a bad write oops sorry its so short :(