#this boy is a professional wizard

[allthefujoshiunite]

Entryway to heavens, a.k. the BL genre!

As requested by @weiying-tododeku-2023 , who wanted to dip their toes into the genre, I, Nora, am once again here to compile a recommendation list that you can take a peek. Most titles here won't be any news to my seasoned fujin frens, but it's always interesting to think of which manga or anime would be the best for a newcomer!

BL ANIME

We don't have many options to choose from when it comes to anime, so I might as well start from here.

Stranger by the Shore: This 1-hour, gorgeous movie is an adaptation from Kii Kanna's manga of the same name. Since it's short, I think it's better to focus on what the plot has to offer instead of expecting a deeper dive into the characters individually.

Sasaki and Miyano: Another manga adaptation, but this time it's 12-episode series (with a +1 OVA). Very sweet and emotionally rich coming-of-age story with a fudanshi as its MC. A must see!

NO.6: Less like a BL and more of a sci-fi anime with queer MCs, NO.6 is not exactly suitable for a newcomer, but I still wanted to include it because of its tender story and the companionship between Shion and Nezumi. So you shouldn't expect a big emphasis on romance.

Bonus: This Boy is a Professional Wizard: This is a 4-episode short anime. It's honestly gorgeous and cute, but not very "deep" as every episode is around 8 minutes. You can finish it in one sitting!

There are so many other popular (and great) BLs or action/sports series that have queer characters out there: Given, Banana Fish, Yuuri!! on ICE, Doukyuusei, Case Study of Vanitas, The Case Files of Jeweler Richard, The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window, Antique Bakery, Yes No or Maybe? etc. They are already popular so with a quick search you can find more about them as you finish the ones you've started!

BL MANGA

Now, this... is a challenge. There are SO MANY good stuff that it's hard to pick, so I decided to go with my gut xD

I Didn't Mean To Fall In Love (Suzumaru Minta): There's something in this series that just.. UGH! It hits me. I have reviewed it before so you can head over there to find more information, synopsis, and my thoughts.

Love Tractor (Hmmyongyong & Angrymonster): I started reading it for the sake of the challenge I mentioned above but what a joy this one turned out to be!! Has great balance of fun and drama, gorgeous to boot. The main story is finished but there'll be a continuation! Here's my review.

Here and There and Us (Thanat): This is a very interesting work (as any other Thanat work, I'm a huge fan of the artist) and it's less focused on the romance and more on the main characters and their friend circle navigating their high school life and the the ever-changing relationship between them. If you're looking for something that's more slow burn, this should be your go-to BL.

Under My Skin (Usui Iroha): People tend to stay away from spicy recommendations for newcomers but I say, why not give it a go! Usui Iroha has a way of drawing sultry gazes that'll make your heart skip a beat! I'm taking a break now, but I normally review a new BL title every Friday, and I've also reviewed Under My Skin before because it's THAT good.

Dream Away (Hana Lee): If you like a sprinkle of supernatural on your plate, then this is for you. The art style is simple yet eye catching, it's short and completed, the characters are wholesome; what more you could ask for!

Bonus - Swing Baby (Mudan): This manhwa, again, is a bit different. It does feel like it has supernatural elements at first and is a bit confusing (bc there's an interesting stylistic choice in narration) but it'll feel worth sticking to! Here's another Friday BL review if you'd like to check some screenshots out and read the synopsis.

And that's it! Welcome aboard and hopefully, at least one of these titles will be to your liking. Thank you for sending an ask, see you around!

[gay-in-the-store]

I saw this image and couldn't help myself

[instantpansies]

hey. hey you. wanna see my betsy bobbin and polychrome designs? of course you do

color ref. i love doing polly's hair cloudy with little rainbows in it instead of being completely saturated! i'll probably finish coloring this later but im tired of working on it (photos app crashes every few times i try to color)

gross doodles i thought too much about and made worse. oh well

hcs and additions:

rrrrhhrgrg imagine.... artist betsy and muse polly..........

i mean, come on. they're great. we've got the perfect couple with dozens, but what about the pining? the star-crossed lovers? polychrome having to return to her father/the rainbow/the sky and betsy pining in the meantime?? betsy hanging out with dorothy so they can talk about their fairy girlfriends??? do you see my vision!!!!!!

and yes they're aged up. for my purposes most of my oz hcs are post-canon. i adopt the thompson tradition of optional aging most of the time, since it's convenient, but idk. do what you want. it's oz.

yeah. this is all based on about six passages from tik-tok of oz. what are you gonna do about it?

also i wrote a fic about them once and it's still one of my favorites

betsy's probably bisexual, polly's a rainbow fairy. take that as you will. also, i know, controversial pale polychrome design, but consider: inhumanly pale skin. basically, she's translucent. barely even made of flesh

[girllblogging777]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝑊𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸

↳ mattheo riddle x fem!reader (angst, slight fluff)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 1,5k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you’re forced to work with your ex boyfriend on a potions project. (“you don’t hate me ?/could never hate you”)

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if there was one thing every wizard knew about the world’s infamous mattheo riddle, it was that the brown haired boy was a professional at holding grudges. ever since the two of you had broken up against your will a couple of months ago, leaving your soul hollow and your heart shattered, he had been avoiding you like the plague. as if you hadn’t once been his other half, a fragment of his soul, your relationship was buried deep, replaced by an usual facade of sarcasm and bitterness.

breaking mattheo’s walls down had taken time and patience from you, the result of years of slowly trying to earn his trust and make your way into his heart. however when you two called it off, his demeanour completely changed. in the blink of an eye he’d become closed off and distant again, nonchalantly deciding to ignore the way the two of you could’ve had it all if he hadn’t thrown it all away.

“get over it, it’s been months already” the voice in your head echoed when you found yourself analysing the situation for the hundredth time instead of focusing in class. without noticing, your attention had completely shifted from professors snape’s monotonous potions lesson to the one and only boy that occupied your mind, and it seemed, your heart too. straightening your posture and leaning back in your chair, you brought your focus back to what your teacher was saying.

being about to raise your hand to tell the professor that he’d forgotten to pair you up for the upcoming potions project, you were interrupted by a loud sound coming from behind you. there was a boy, entering the classroom in the middle of the lesson without a care in the world. no other mattheo riddle, the one and only brunette who perpetually clouded your thoughts.

“glorious entrance as always, mr riddle. you sure know how to stand out” bitterly declared the teacher, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. you restrained yourself from turning around, the sudden shift in the atmosphere sending tingles down your spine. over the past few months, it had become a habit everytime the familiar brunette boy entered the room. “i was just about to pair up the last student for the upcoming project” pursed snape while mattheo casually sat down in the back of the class.

and there it was. the realisation. “given your delay, you won’t have a choice. you will have to work with mrs delarose.” your shoulders tensed at the sound of your last name. of course he had to pair you, the perfect and smart student, with your troublemaker ex boyfriend. “so much for getting over it” you thought, anxiously biting your bottom lip and thinking about the consequences of snape’s decision. the rest of the classroom had already moved on and began writing down some notes, leaving only you and mattheo reeling at the though of having to face eachother again.

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hours passed slowly until the sun finally set on hogwarts. the walls of the castle echoed with the sound of students heading to the great hall, but you had a different destination in mind. holding your potions textbook tightly in your arms, you made your way to the astronomy tower, a place that once held beautiful memories, but now only reminded you of what you had lost.

you hesitated at the bottom of the staircase, your heart hammering in your chest. you knew mattheo would be up there, waiting, and the thought made your breath catch. but there was no escaping this and snape had made sure of that. when you finally reached the platform, you found mattheo already there, leaning against the stone wall. he didn’t turn around, but you knew he was aware of your presence. the silence between you was thick and almost suffocating.

“we should get started,” you finally said, breaking the tension that hung in the air. your voice was steadier than you felt, not giving away how nervous you were feeling about finally talking to him again. “yeah,” mattheo replied, his tone void of emotion. he turned to face you, his eyes dark and unreadable. “let’s just get this over with.”

you nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. without even properly greeting eachother, the two of you sat down and got to work in silence, the only sounds coming from the soft bubbling of the potion. despite the close proximity, it felt like there was a barrier of unsaid thoughts between you. as the potion simmered in the cauldron, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. his face once so familiar, seemed distant and unapproachable. you wondered if he ever thought about what you had or if he had truly managed to bury it all under his layers of indifference.

“why did it have to end like this?” the question slipped out before you registered it, your voice barely above a whisper. you weren’t sure if you wanted him to answer, or to brush it off like he usually did. mattheo froze, his hand hovering over the cauldron. for a moment, you thought he might not respond and that he would continue to pretend you didn’t exist. but then he sighed softly and spoke up.

“because i thought it was for the best,” he said quietly, not meeting your gaze. “but i was wrong.” your heart skipped a beat at his admission, causing it to beat a little faster. “then why are you still pushing me away?” you asked, “why are we still doing this?” mattheo finally looked up from the cauldron, his eyes betraying the emotions he’d tried so hard to hide. “because it’s easier to be angry than to feel the pain,” he confessed. “i thought that if i hated you, it would make it easier to forget. but i can’t.”

the raw honesty in his words ignited something inside you, and before you knew it, you spoke up again. “you don’t hate me ?” mattheo stared at you, his expression torn between surprise and guilt. for a long moment, he didn’t move, as if he was replaying your words in his head. “i never hated you. never have, never will” he confessed in a whisper.

the words hung in the air between you and you felt a tightness in your chest ease just a little, like a weight lifting. "then why did we have to go through all of this?" you asked, your voice soft, not accusing but genuinely curious. "why did we let it get this far?"

mattheo closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. when he opened them again, he looked at you with regret. "because i was scared," he admitted, "scared of how much you meant to me. of how much losing you would hurt. scared of bringing you into my dark life, or making you my father’s target.” he confessed, taking deep breaths. “so, i thought if i distanced myself and if i pushed you away, it would make it easier. but it didn’t. it just made everything worse."

“i didn’t want that. i never would’ve pushed you away because of who you are.” you declared, mattheo’s eyes searching yours as if trying to see if you were genuine. then, he muttered. "i don’t want to keep hurting you," he said, his voice low and rough with emotions. "and i didn’t want to break up with you, i just thought… i thought you deserved better and i was being selfish”

you felt a spark of hope, something you hadn’t felt in a long time, and chuckled. "you were selfish for stealing my chocolate bars and for wanting me to give you scalp massages all the time. most of all, you were selfish for breaking up with me" you said simply, offering him a small, tentative smile. "but never for thinking you didn’t deserve my love."

he let out a small smile at your familiar banter and for a moment, neither of you moved. the reality of what you were saying seemed was too fragile to touch. and could at any moment. but then mattheo reached out, his hand hesitating for just a second before gently taking yours. the touch was warm, grounding, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a sense of peace.

"really ?" he said, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. you nodded, squeezing his hand lightly as he looked at you to make sure you meant it. "really." you echoed, the silence of the night wrapping itself comfortably around the two of you.

you realized that while the past couldn’t be erased, the future was still yours to make. maybe the universe (and mattheo) would try to keep you away, but you’ll always end up coming back to eachother no matter what. that was just the simple truth, mattheo riddle was your person, and you were his.

“i’m still expecting chocolate bars and scalp massages, though…”

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a/n : for the person who made a request to @tateshifts !!! please like/comment/reblog and don’t hesitate to give requests <3

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[that-trans-autistic-guy]

The Adventures of Orbwin and Chorb: A Masterlist

This is where any information pertaining to Orbwin and Chorb is stored for any use and for all to see. Written by that-trans-autistic-guy, with an assist by @technically-human who made the first depiction of the orb boys. List is to be updated, please message @that-trans-autistic-guy to request an addition to the list. Posts/fics tagged with the tags attached to this post will be easier to find for everyone who loves the orb boys :D

Traits, Attributes and Ideas

Ship name is Chorbwin

The orbs can purr in the same way cats do. Results in a visual vibration and soft sound. They have limited awareness in orb form, so it follows the feelings of safety and comfort.

The gravitate towards each other slightly, not unlike magnets

Often just soft, warm light but can occasionally be in their hero colors: blue for Edwin, red for Charles

The orbs give off warmth, one the dead and living alike can feel

The girls call them “The Orb Boy Detectives”

Charles made Orbwin a tiny ghost costume

Fanfics

Carry These Torches For You - that_trans_autistic_guy

You Said, “I’ll Never Leave You Alone” - Aster_Flower114

A Better Place, A Better Time - TheFanficMustFlow

Why Do I Tire of Counting Sheep? - carpediemma

The Many Forms of Phantoms - thegirlofthorns

Orbing With Edwin and Charles - grammarglamour

Frippery - Baby_Spinach

Professional Networking - RoseGanymede95

This Little Light of Mine, Let It Shine - ingridmatthews

Let Me Watch Over You - waywardsonsanddaughters

They’re in Lorb (Orb Love) - DarkStars

First Time For Everything - Anonymous

Orbwin’s Day Off - Quicksweetdreamer

A Blue Cap and a Red Jacket - williamvapespeare

The Glow That Dazzles My Eyes - Cesare

Other Types of Intimacy - Asidian

Fanart

Recharging - @technically-human

Recharging II - @technically-human

The Infamous Puppy Debacle of ‘94 - @technically-human

Niko and Orbwin - @gaypanicattackonlegs

Orbwin in Charles’ Jacket - @fellow-fandom-fruitifier

Portable Boyfriend - @jube-art

Portable Boyfriend Part 2 - @jube-art

The Girls and Chorbwin - @arisprite

Chorbwin But Colored - @terresdebrume

Cherishing Each Other’s True Forms - @a-jasminator

ORBWIN - @random-art-p3rson

Painland Week Orb Boys - @etheriiart

Chorbwin is my new OTP - @fellow-fandom-fruitifier

IRL Orbwin and Chorb (Glass Boys) - @neurodivergent-fangirling

Chorbwin Accessories - @aceofturtles

Confession: Orb Edition - @every-moment-a-different-sound

The Best Orb I Know - @every-moment-a-different-sound

Chorbwin in Elysian Fields - @acheel-and-cat

Spaghetti and Chorb - @aceofturtles

Chorbwin w/ Accessories - @edwinspaynes

Notes from Circles?? - @thesfromhms 

Tiny Orbwin and Chorb - @technically-human

Gay - @sawtism101

DBD Brain Takeover - @disgruntled-rat

Mirror Chorbwin - @marbearmarigold

Lantern Chorbwin - @aria-hannah

Death Chorbwin - @marbearmarigold

Eternity Chorbwin - @marbearmarigold

Happy Chorbwin - @minkbumblebee-blog

Light Orbwin - @beetlebug—1

Earring Orbwin - @margo-mania

Fem!Orbwin - @technically-human

Misc. Chorbwin Posts

Simple Orbs - @crosnt

Great Orb Incident of ‘02 - @edwinspaynes

First Sighting of ‘Chorbwin’ - @ace-misplaced

“ChOrBWIn” - @pippin-katz

Hyperactive Chorb - @khrorazir

Chorbwin Comic - @2ndfannypack

The Orb Boy Wizard - @succstosucculent

Cursed Chorbwin Gifs

[the-colourful-witch]

🐍Slytherin Quidditch Team🐍

Last but certainly not least! I liked working on this series so much. I love the different teams and their different vibes and attitudes! The chaotic Gryffindors, professional Ravenclaws, happy Hufflepuffs and now the strong Slytherins. I can't say I'm thrilled about an all-boys team (I'm too much of a feminist for that!) but it was fun to draw. They're an intimidating bunch on the field, that's for sure. 🤗⚡️ I also like interpreting the names for the players in my own way. There are so many minor characters in Harry Potter that never got a clear description, which is interesting. I can do my own version of their characters. It often feels like there are very fixed ideas about most of the characters in the Wizarding World and how they look. The films had a lot to do with that, but also years and years of headcanons that really stuck with people. Sometimes, it feels impossible to break through that, which isn't a bad thing necessarily. I just think it can be fun to try and mix things up a little every now and then :) Leave some room for new creative ideas. So, enjoy the Slytherin Team! Until the next one, guys! 💛

[flusteredmoonn]

i can see you; james potter

summary: "and we keep everything professional, but something changed," in which they meet at a meeting for the order.

tags: (SFW), drabble??, fast paced, implied gryffindor!reader, ordermember!reader, lily and james aren't together, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 1.0k+

speak now tracklist. request.

the popping sound which followed an apparation echoed through twelve grimmauld place. a group hogwarts graduates stumbled through the corridor, the murmuring of animated portraits was muffled by laughter as they made their return from a mission ordered by dumbledore.

their boots thumped as they entered the dining space, observing the long wooden table already set with cutlery.

"oi what's for dinner mckinnon?" james shouted across the room, causing her and someone else he didn't quite recognise to turn sharply toward the boy.

"pumpkin pasta," y/n, who stood next to marlene, answered for her, the bespectacled boy to move his focus to her. he paused for a moment, marlene chuckling to herself as she turned around to continue stirring the simmering pot.

eventually the boy turned around and followed his friends as they moved to one of the sitting rooms, joining in with their loudness which followed behind them. the sounds of their chaos echoed through the house, still being heard from where both girls were.

the faint call of james harassing lily could faintly be heard through the walls. sure that the boys were far enough away from the pair, marlene turned to y/n and laughed amusedly.

"what," she reciprocated in the same tone.

"james, i've never seen him like that before," the blonde waved her wand and summoned bowls to serve the pasta in.

"what do you mean?"

"he was like a deer in headlights when he saw you," a smirk ever present on her face, as she continued her preparation for supper, stepping behind her peer and summoned one of the black family's house elves and asked them to fetch some wizarding wine from the cellar.

the house elf agreed, and disappeared promptly with a pop.

"i'm sure that's not true, he's just gotten back from a mission so i'm sure that he's just disoriented," y/n justified to the blonde.

"mhm.."

soon enough, everyone who had been at headquarters had been called for dinner and the kitchen-dining room was filled with loud chatter from every corner of the room.

y/n had been seated next to dorcas and marlene, and coincidentally, by the time the boys who had made an entrance before had sat themselves opposite her. james flashed the girl a smile as they sat down, before reaching for a goblet and taking a swig and grabbing his cutlery.

she smiled back at him, before resuming her conversation with her friends.

"...prongs?" remus asked, a curious smirk on his face as he followed his friends line of sight.

james' head quipped around faster than light, "yeah remus?"

"pads wanted to know your thoughts on putting a new spell on the map," the werewolf clarified whilst sirius stiffled a snort.

"i mean we could definitely look into it, sounds good moons," he had already turned back around, trying to figure out where he knew y/n from.

he mulled over it from the ending of dinner, to when a meeting was called the next day. grimmauld place had never been so full, or at least not that james had seen it. even dumbledore had been present, which was a talking point for most as they entered the drawing room.

the black family tapestry almost seemed full of scowling portraits as the head master of hogwarts began to boom, "hello–"

"right, we've not got time for nothing profound, lets get straight to it," alastor moody cut off his superior, ignoring the look of shock on the old man's face as he hobbled to the centre of the room. james immediately locked eyes with y/n, sharing a smile with her as she tried to surpress her laughter.

"we've had some new comers, here at headquarters. i assume most of you know one another from hogwarts; lets give them a warm welcome," moody began a round of applause.

"alright, alright moody, let's get to business," kingsley shacklebolt cleared his throat before he spoke, clasping his hands together assertively and looking to dumbledore to lead the meeting.

throughout the meeting james and y/n kept making fleeting eye contact. which eventually led to james weaving his way through the room inconspicuously until he ended up standing next to the mysterious girl.

"hey,"

"hi," she swivelled slightly to look at james, before returning her attention, at least in part, to dumbledore's extravagance.

"i dunno why they can't just send us an owl with our objectives on it," he tried to jest, only to see her expression pinch, "well what if they get intercepted, i wouldn't put it past the opposition,"

"right, well– that makes sense actually," he laughed through his nose.

"what'd you want, james," the eyeroll which followed was evident from her tone alone.

"no, nothing, uh... i just haven't seen you at headquarters before, or any of the safe houses for that matter..." james gasped dramatically, are you a spy?" surprisingly, no one had noticed his movement yet, at least not outwardly.

"no, unfortunately– sorry to disappoint," she chucked silently. the pair continued to talk through the rest of the meeting, ignoring the responsibility that came with the encroaching war. remus would surely fill them in on anything important anyways.

after what could've been a lifetime, they parted ways, y/n immediately rushing off to marlene who couldn't hide her amusement.

meanwhile, remus was lurking around the corner knowingly.

"merlin, moons, goodness, what 'as that for," james laughed in reponse to almost jumping out of his skin.

"what're you playing at, james," he cut straight to the chase, "you know you shouldn't be pursuing anyone from the order, unless its a pre-existing relationship.. we're going into a war james,"

"'m not, i was just curious," he put his hands up defensively, "i know the rules, i haven't seen her since we graduated s'all," he faked a look of innocence before walking away.

"keep it professional!" remus shouted after james, rolling his eyes at the brushed off response his friend gave.

[technicallyfriendly]

This is for my friend @godofstory, but I invite everyone to share their ideas and opinions in the comments or rebloggs whichever you prefer!

Hogwarts!AU, let's go! Before I start, however, I want to clarify that most of the adults in my headcanon work at the ministry. Only Daemon, Alys, Laena, and Viserys work at the school.

Daemon is the teacher for defence because i think it'd be really funny, the students are either afraid of him or absolutely in awe of him no in between. Alys is the potions professor who sometimes tries her newest concoctions on Daemon, who seems to have a strangely high immunity to poisons. Laena is the flight instructor and former professional quidditch player because I think it'd be cool, and Viserys is the headmaster who took over after he retired as minister of magic. Rhaenyra is the new minister of magic, obviously, and Otto is forever salty about being her under secretary because I like to see him suffer.

For house placement, I'm going with the idea of what each one valued the most at the time of sorting, similar to Canon Harry Potter and I'll start with the eldest, Aegon.

Aegon is sorted into Slytherin because he didn't want to disappoint anyone. It was kinda Targaryan tradition since Aegon the First himself was sorted into said house. He absolutely does not fit the type, but he tries. He really does. Politics is just so tedious, and there is just so much more fun to be had, like flying, for example. Why should he lead the house like his mother keeps telling him to when he could just become quidditch captain one day instead.

Helaena is sorted into Hufflepuff because she does not care one bit about her mother's expectations. She loves care of magical creatures and possesses all of Scamander's books (original and signed, of course). Sure, she has a gift for divination, but she hates it and rather spends her time in the forbidden forest, despite it being, well, forbidden, and she somehow despite never having witnessed anyone die managed to befriend the Thestrals.

Aemond, like Aegon, ended up in Slytherin, too, of course, which suits him much better than his older brother. He idolises his defence professor, uncle, and former Auror Daemon Targaryan and has a slight crush on Alys Rivers, the potion professor. Though nothing trumps his obsession with his nephew, who, in a bout of accidental magic, took out his eye. Aemond himself was not completely blameless in the incident, having forced his nephew into a corner, but that knowledge does not cool his anger one bit. Though, is it really hatred that motivates his obsession? Or is it an emotion of a much more possessive nature? Whatever it is, Aemond certainly is not ready to explore it further as of now.

Jace and Baela both got sorted into Gryffindor. They and Rhaena started their time at Hogwarts at the same time, and as best friends were over joyed to be in the same house. Both brave and bold, benefiting leaders they would turn out to be some day. Unfortunately, the gossipers of wizard high society took this in Jace's case as another confirmation of his status as a bastard son, but they were silenced over time as Jace rose through the student roster and even became head boy of Hogwarts later on. Baela took after her mother and made her name as the best quidditch captain the house of Gryffindor has ever seen. Though, she did not only have a talent for quidditch but also for duelling, and she often demonstrated that skill to defend her girlfriend Helaena from bullies. Cementing quickly that messing with her would be a certain mistake. Jace himself, much to his own consternation, fell for Slytherin's seeker, who turned out to be quite different from all the mean-spirited rumours spread about him.

Rhaena was sorted, surprising absolutely no one, into Ravenclaw. While quiet and unassuming, she would one day shock everyone and become Head girl of Hogwarts. Eventually graduating with the highest honour starting a career under Unspeakable Jeyne Arryn herself. Despite her not being the troublemaker her siblings and cousins turned out to be, she was quite adept with spell work, and people out to bully her learned their lesson rather quickly.

Daeron, much like Rhaena being an often forgotten child in the mix of the Targaryan and Valeryon children, was also sorted into Ravenclaw. He even rose to the position of Ravenclaw quidditch captain and would have turned out to be the Baela's greatest obstacle in winning the inter-house quidditch cup if it wasn't for Aegon being a surprisingly competent seeker for house Slytherin.

Lucerys valuing loyalty the most gets sorted into Hufflepuff. This just pours more gasoline onto the already burning rumour mill until they witness him first throw down with his uncle Aemond, who is trying to make Lucerys' life at Hogwarts difficult. Their monthly spats become one of Hogwarts' greatest entertainments for the next few years until Aemond graduates. That is until Daemon, of all people, catches them making out in a broom closet. Not that their fights subside, but now they often end in the privacy of the Room of Requirements after Daemon got sick of trying to kill Aemond every time he caught them.

Joffrey, much like his eldest brother, would later get sorted into Gryffindor, while Aegon the Third, Viserys the Second and little Visenya would get sorted into Slytherin to cause havoc long after their elder siblings had graduated.

[minkyungseokie]

Anime

No Game No Life

Sora and Shiro are two hikikomori stepsiblings who are known in the online gaming world as Blank, an undefeated group of gamers. One day, they are challenged to a game of chess by Tet, a god from another reality. The two are victorious and are offered to live in a world that centers around games.

Blue Exorcist

After discovering that he's the son of Satan, a young man must join the True Cross Academy in order to master his abilities and defeat Satan himself

Naruto

It tells the story of Naruto Uzumaki, a young ninja who seeks recognition from his peers and dreams of becoming the Hokage, the leader of his village.

One Piece

In a seafaring world, a young pirate captain sets out with his crew to attain the title of Pirate King, and to discover the mythical treasure known as 'One Piece.'

Twin Star Exorcist

The story revolves around Rokuro Enmado and Benio Adashino, a pair of young and talented exorcists, who (according to a prophecy) are destined to marry and have a child that will be the ultimate exorcist.

Jujustu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori, a kind-hearted teenager, joins his school's Occult Club for fun, but discovers that its members are actual sorcerers who can manipulate the energy between beings for their own use. He hears about a cursed talisman - the finger of Sukuna, a demon - and its being targeted by other cursed beings.

Fairy Tail

The series follows the adventures of Natsu Dragneel, a member of the Fairy Tail wizards' guild who is searching for the dragon Igneel, and partners with Lucy Heartfilia, a celestial wizard. 

Play it cool, Guys

A look into the daily lives of four guys who walk the line between unapproachably cool and undeniably clumsy on a regular basis.

Black Butler

Ciel has formed a contract with demon Sebastian Michaelis, who disguises himself as his butler, to seek revenge on those who tortured him and murdered his parents. In exchange for his services, Sebastian will be allowed to consume Ciel's soul.

Uramichi Oniisan

Being an adult is hard. For 31-year-old Uramichi Omota, that depressing truth weighs on him. While on TV, he's an upbeat exercise instructor for a children's show, but sometimes he can't keep his sardonic comments to himself.

Overtake

Freelance photographer Kôya Madoka finds himself in a slump due to a certain reason. He goes to Fuji International Speedway to work on a story, and he meets the highschool F4 racer Haruka Asahina. He suddenly finds his heart racing after not feeling much for a long time.

March Comes in Like a Lion

 It features the life of Rei Kiriyama, an introvert and professional shogi player, who gradually develops both his play and his relationship with others.

The Devil is a Part-Timer

 Hilarity and fun ensues when Satan ends up in modern day Japan without any magic to return, and starts working part time in a fast food joint.

Yowamushi Pedal

Onoda is a cheerful otaku looking to join his new school's anime club, eager to finally make some friends. Unfortunately, the club has been disbanded and somehow he stumbled into the bicycle club.

Tokyo Revengers

Hanagaki Takemichi lives an unsatisfying life right up until his death. Waking up 12 years in the past, he reckons with the eventual fate of his friends and tries to prevent an unfortunate future.

Ouran High School Host Club

One day, Haruhi, a scholarship student at exclusive Ouran High School, breaks an $80,000 vase that belongs to the "Host Club," a mysterious campus group consisting of six super-rich (and gorgeous) guys. To pay back the damages, she is forced to work for the club, and it's there that she discovers just how wealthy the boys are and how different they are from everybody else.

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

The story follows Mash Burnedead, a magic-less kid who enrolls at Easton and aims to fool everyone into thinking he's top of the class

IDOLiSH7

An idol group is named "Idolish7," and consists of seven male singers, each with their own unique personality and background. Tsumugi must train and turn all of them into the famous idols, all the while struggling against the hardships of the entertainment industry

Tokyo Ghoul

Set in a world where humans live in constant fear of ghouls - superpowered humanoid beings who feed on human flesh to survive, a shy college student named Kaneki Ken, who is nearly killed in an attack by one of these monsters, becomes a half-ghoul himself after receiving an organ transplant from the ghoul.

Obey Me

The main character is transported to Devildom by a summoning ritual to attend Devildom Academy as a exchange student for one year. The main character will be greeted by seven gorgeous men that are avatars of the deadly sins.

Buddy Daddies

Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa, assassins who live under one roof; and Miri, the daughter of Kazuki and Rei's assassination target who ended up being picked up by Kazuki, who she thinks is her biological father.

SpyxFamily

The story follows a spy who has to "build a family" to execute a mission, not realizing that his adopted daughter is a telepath, and the woman he agrees to marry is a skilled assassin

Haikyuu

Junior high school student, Shoyo Hinata, becomes obsessed with volleyball after catching a glimpse of Karasuno High School playing in the Nationals on TV.

Food Wars

Teenager Soma Yukihira aspires to become a full-time chef in his father Joichiro's family restaurant, "Restaurant Yukihira", and to surpass his father's culinary skills.

My Hero Academia

Born without special powers in a world where 80% of the population has them, Izuku Midoriya still dreams of becoming a hero.

Black Clover

The story follows Asta, a young boy born without any magic power who is given a rare grimoire that grants him anti-magic abilities. With his fellow mages from the Black Bulls, Asta plans to become the next Wizard King.

The Daily Life of the Immortal King

A boy with extraordinary magical powers tries to pass for average at his new high school, where the students learn to cultivate their spiritual force.

Demon Slayer

 A family is attacked by demons and only two members survive - Tanjiro and his sister Nezuko, who is turning into a demon slowly. 

[akechiguro]

how hogwarts legacy boys would react to meeting your parents 💗

headcanons / imagines

Synopsis | various of Hogwarts Legacy’s boys reactions and scenarios to meeting your parents for the first time.

Included | sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, garreth weasley, amit thakkar.

Word Count | 1217.

Content Warnings | gender neutral reader.

Author’s Note | please let me know if you would be interested in a female version <3

sebastian sallow:

“Hello! I’m Sebastian Sallow. I’m sure you’ve heard of me?”

-he’s very respectful and makes a point to show up with some sort of gift. he believes flowers are too impersonal, so he makes a point to get something that feels more homey than flowers that will inevitably die.

-he brags a LOT, not obnoxiously, but to prove to your parents that you’re in good hands. your father is very proud that you’re dating Hogwarts’ best duelist and your mother is very impressed that, despite being from Feldcroft, he’s a very polite boy.

-he offers to help with cooking dinner. solomon usually cooked for him and anne, but after she was cursed, he helped as much as he could— meeting your parents is no different. if all worked out, these would hopefully be his parents by law in the future, he needs to show them that he’s capable of more than dueling and adventuring.

-if you have little siblings, he’s very kind to them, even playful. after helping with dinner, he offered to watch the little ones, despite not being…amazing with kids. he showed them Levioso and Revelio as long as they promised not to tell anyone, and continued to answer any questions they had about magic; granted, with a bit of an exaggeration.

-after dinner, he bid farewell to them and brought you out of the house for a bit of late-night fun. an adventure was due after such a big event, even if it got his nicest suit dirty.

“Your parents are lovely! It’s no wonder you turned out to be such a gem.”

ominis gaunt:

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. [L/N]. I’m Ominis Gaunt of House Gaunt. It’s lovely to meet you.”

-contrary to Sebastian’s beliefs, he insisted on bringing a magnificent bouquet of flowers. his parents have money and he’s fully making the most of it. the flowers he chose consist of daffodils, yellow roses, sunflowers, and yellow tulips. all to symbolize the new, positive relationship between him and your parents.

-he keeps his conversation respectful and professional. he doesn’t ask anything too personal of your parents and tends to deflect any questions regarding his family. they’re apprehensive due to the rumors of the dark arts they use, but his silver tongue eases their worry.

-though his disability prevents him from being able to help with anything around the house, he still entertains any requests your parents make— within reason. if whoever is cooking needs an ingredient they forgot, he’ll grab it for them. same with any tools or miscellaneous items they may need.

-he’s very awkward around little siblings. they’re too high energy for him, but he still makes an effort to keep them entertained. his near-sentient wand fascinates them, so he plays it up like there is a wizard trapped in his wand and he’s just keeping him hostage for his own service. he also tells them about the mermaids outside the Slytherin common room, in the event any of them get sorted into it. they find this all very, very entertaining.

-his parents are so sad to see him go, and make a point to tell you how lucky you are to have him after you leave, saying that inheritance money is going to be life-changing. you roll your eyes at this and leave to hang out with ominis before he officially has to go home. he says he loves your parents, and that you won’t love his; but he’s enjoying the moment while it lasts.

“I adore your parents. I’m looking forward to what the future may hold for us.”

garreth weasley:

“Hey, I’m Garreth! Garreth Weasley? Have they talked about me at all?”

-he brought sparkling cider for dinner after you convinced him not to bring a potion of his own concoction. he explained to you that the potion was supposed to make any food item taste better than anything you’ve ever eaten in your life, but after he said he’d never tested it, you concluded it was a bad first impression present.

-your parents fell in love with him immediately. they’re obsessed with his charisma and his overall energy and listen very attentively to his tales of potionmaking. they do worry about your safety, especially after hearing about how many of his potions end in disasters, but he assures them it’s nothing to worry about and he would never do anything to harm you.

-he’s actually very bad at cooking! he tried his hardest to help whoever is cooking with dinner, claiming he knew a “probable shortcut” (his words), and almost burned your house down. he lost favorability with your parents but made up for it by covering the cost of buying dinner from a local market…his aunt Matilda was not happy about this.

-this boy is a wizard with kids. your little siblings are naturally drawn to him and he’s excellent with them. he has a whole bag of tricks and treats to entertain them with if his already childlike personality isn’t enough. your siblings argue with you about sitting next to him at dinner because they like him so much.

-your parents invited him back home as soon as he left. your little siblings cried and begged him to stay. he came back after 10 minutes because he forgot his wallet. all is well.

amit thakkar:

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. [L/N]! I am Amit Thakkar. I have heard so much about you!”

-like Ominis, he also brought flowers, but rather than fully putting thought into the bouquet, he brought stargazer lilies as an immediate icebreaker; “I’ve brought you stargazer lillies because my favorite hobby is stargazing!” your parents love his dorky charm right off the bat.

-though his initial conversations with your parents are very awkward, he doesn’t say anything to make himself look bad. your parents were mostly interested in his story of how you met and asked to see the famed telescope that brought you two together. they’re entranced with the thought of him being fluent in gobbledegook, and since neither of your parents have had an authentic encounter with the language, they’re very impressed.

-he cooked beforehand and brought a side dish, Scottish Rumbledethumps. he was so nervous to make a good first impression that he didn’t want to overcrowd your kitchen while cooking that he went ahead and made his own. your parents, once again, fell in love. your mother told you that this boy is a keeper immediately after he revealed he brought food.

-your little siblings do not like him. he’s far too awkward to do anything that will make them like him and they’re far too ruthless to even try and get along with him. putting them in a room together led to a couple minutes of excruciating silence followed by panicked screaming from your boyfriend and the distinct sound of war-cries from your siblings. you had to go in there and save him– though, some relationship between them was salvaged when he started to point out constellations.

-of the boys, your parents love him the best. he’s very respectful and very smart, and absolutely adorable, ultimately just the perfect boyfriend. before you left to finish the date with a bit of stargazing, they joked that if you didn’t marry him, one of them would.

[wizardbracket]

Round 5: Match 1 of 4

(Battle of the German mud wizards)

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE BREAK

Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:

Caleb:

Vanquished (so far): Essek Thelyss, Adaine Abernant, VR-LA, Will Byers

"consider: Caleb said 'you were not born with venom in your veins. you learned it.'"

"Caleb is a disaster bisexual middle aged ginger with mud in his pockets and an emotional support cat who is also an octopus at times"

"he's literally a little german boy."

"he's an angry ape he's got zero muscle tissue on his body he's a professional diplomat he smells like literal shit all the time."

"There will never be a better wizard than Caleb Widogast"

"Caleb deadass planned to rewrite time to fix his childhood mistakes"

"He is peak sad wizard boy energy, but also has that little bit of flair that is essential to any wizard"

“Caleb just has that je ne sais quoi”

"Caleb has a cat!!!"

“Dedicated his life to learning the ultimate magic to change reality & fix his mistakes, and also opposes the magic CIA.”

“Chaotic bisexual snarky powerful wizard who married a war criminal and killed a living city”

Mud Wizard:

Vanquished (so far): NZ/Aotearoa Wizard, Amaury Guichon, Orb Wizard, Vermin Supreme

"Actual real-life wizard beats out any fantasy/literary/tv wizard"

"he fought the police while being knee deep in mud"

"i just learned about german mud wizard but i respect his field tactics"

"Mud wizard has field experience ... mud wizard is the one you need on a battlefield"

"I'm sure the other dude is very cool but throwing cops in the mud >>>>>>"

"my boy mud wizard getting the recognition he deserves. there is a mud wizard in all of us. and it says ACAB"

"absolutely german mud wizard its not even a question"

"German mud wizard uses his powers for good"

"Mud wizard is objectively cooler"

"Mud wizard takes direct action against cops. He's doing good old fashioned wizardry ... mud wizard embraces the chaos of magic"

“Outplayed cops with mud magic.”

[rypnami]

Prewett Family

(headcanons/canon in the universe of my trans leander au!)

Members

Arthur: Father, 48 y/o, unlabelled, Gryffindor. Works as a Cursebreaker for Gringotts. Marie: Mother, 47 y/o, bisexual, Gryffindor. Had a brief stint as an Auror, now is a stay at home parent. Lily: 24 y/o, lesbian, Gryffindor. Professional chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. Phillip: 16 y/o, bisexual, Gryffindor. Prefect, will be Head Boy, future owner of Stitches and Draughts. Leander: 15 y/o, gay, trans, Gryffindor. Future Herbologist, kind of quiet, wants to play Quidditch for Gryffindor. Amelia: 10 y/o, aromantic asexual, will be a Gryffindor. The older of the twins. Aims to be top student, like Phillip. Penelope: 10 y/o, biromantic asexual, will be a Gryffindor. The younger twin. Also the shy one.

History

The Prewett family is one of the oldest Wizarding families in all of Britain. The oldest recorded member, Ignus Prewett, is from the time of the Hogwarts founders. Over the centuries, several members have risen to prominence in the Wizarding world, and they have amassed incredible wealth. For generations, both men and women of the family have been Curesebreakers, a tradition still continuing to this day. Even still, they have a good reputation, especially in comparison to most of the ancient pureblood families.

Current Day

The Prewett family (of 1890-91) lives in a sizable home near the centre of London. Despite the inherited wealth from their ancestors, they live somewhat modestly and don’t spend much more than they need to. After all, they currently have 2 kids attending Hogwarts, and soon it will be the twins’ first year. Arthur is a very respected and highly competent Cursebreaker for Gringotts, however his work keeps him away from home much more than he’d like. He somewhat hopes that one day at least one of his children will follow his footsteps as a Cursebreaker, but at the moment none of them seem terribly interested.

Marie was an accomplished Auror for a few years after graduation, however after having Lily she decided to retire to properly raise her. She is still an absolute force to be reckoned with, and it’s probably wise not to mess with her (and especially not her kids).

Like her mother, Lily was an Auror for a few years. However, she later found her passion to be Quidditch and is currently playing as Beater for the Holyhead Harpies.

Phillip and Leander are the only two currently attending Hogwarts. Phillip is a prefect and the top student among the 6th year Gryffindors. He is almost certain to be Head Boy as a 7th year, and will in the future run his own shop in Hogsmeade.

Leander often compares himself to his older brother, and doesn’t feel like he can measure up. Much of his imposter syndrome comes from the fact that he has only recently transitioned FtM, and isn’t quite sure if he’s ’enough of a boy.’ Despite his lack of coordination on a broom, he wants to play Quidditch for Gryffindor. Perhaps one day. He’s not sure what his true ambition for the future is just yet.

Last but not least are the twins. Amelia, the oldest (by all of 90 seconds) is your typical ‘girly girl.’ Very smart, loves her makeup and nice outfits, and is practically destined to be THE popular kid. She is deep down a bit insecure, but she’s good at hiding it.

Penelope is more likely to argue that 90 seconds doesn’t really count at being older at all. They were born the same day, after all. She’s the more shy of the two, and much prefers the company of her books and art to other people. Although she and her sister are completely different in almost every way, they are still very close and consider each other to be their best friend.

sooo. yeah, these are my headcanons for the whole family tee hee. each of them will play a role in the main trans!au fic, as well as appear in mini stories throughout! auri and penelope unlikely friendship duo we stan

i hope you love them 🫶

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello.

I am—was—a very powerful deity. About 200 years ago, I was sealed away by a group of very rude Sapio men. I have, obviously, escaped those confines by now.

However, I am far from my original form. In an attempt to drag me down to their level, those heathens made me one of them. A Sapio.

With all due “respect” to the Sapios in the community, I HATE IT. Not to mention: I have lost all ability to make in-person contact with ANYONE in the creature community! I would be impressed with this level of sorcery if it wasn’t used against me, of all beings!

So, what am I supposed to do with my next thousand years while I sort this out? How am I meant to enjoy the thrill of the hunt when I’ve only got two short legs? What good is howling at the moon with a voice that can barely echo off the cliffs?

I’ve tried finding some new hobbies, but honestly. A potluck with Nextdoor Sasha and her Oh So Lovely Kids isn’t exactly a ravenous feast in my honor. Nothing seems to compare anymore. So what do I do? I know it’s only temporary, but if I get invited to one more night out drinking with the boys that doesn’t include the killing of a sacrificial boar, I’m going to lose it. Please, help an ex-god out!

Oh, reader – this sounds absolutely dreadful, I'm so sorry you're having to go through this. Not only are you having to suffer the indignity of being confined to a form that is not your own, but the magical prohibition on meeting with liminal folk must be particularly wearing.

On a practical level, I wonder how far that prohibition extends. Given that the spell that binds you to this form was constructed over 200 years ago, it seems unlikely it can account for the joys of the modern Internet.

Online friendships are not quite the same as in-person ones, but they can be extremely fulfilling, and may offer you more support for your particular circumstances than Nextdoor Sasha is able to provide.

At the risk of getting your hopes up, the Internet might also be helpful in finding a more long-term solution for the matter. This sounds like an extremely complicated, high-level binding, and likely not something the average professional magic-user would be able to undo.

It's rare that I suggest seeking out a wizard to solve one's magical problems, since wizards are, by and large, overpriced, overeducated and overly endowed with ego. But in your case, a highly specialised, highly qualified practitioner might be just what you need.

In the meantime, I think you need to reconsider the types of activities you're taking up to fill the hole left by your erstwhile godhood. I quite agree that neighbourhood potlucks and nights out with 'the boys' are hardly going to scratch the itch. Have you considered BDSM? Or alternatively, it's less sexual cousin, LARPing?

If you want to feel like a god again, the world is full of people willing to help. You just need to find them, and agree the exact terms of your worship – whether that be within the confines of a kink scene, or a roleplaying game.

You will need to communicate your needs and wishes clearly, and respect other people's boundaries, but provided you can manage that, I see no reason you couldn't find any number of willing peons to worship at your feet and kiss the ground you walk on.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[isthatafuckinggayangel]

So I had to draw Gale and Sam after this post, the temptation was too strong. So here LMAO

My boys fr

(closeups, descriptions, and reasons for certain decisions under the cut lmao)

Gale <3

[The text on the left says "Professional Yapper (affectionate)", and the text on the right says "Talking about magic in Faerûn". The spell icons shown are for Fireball, Thunderwave, and Eldritch Blast, all evocation spells (I made him an evocation wizard in my play through). While normally, by the book at least, Eldritch Blast isn't a wizard spell, Gale got in in my play through At Some Point (it's been a while LMAO), and he uses it A LOT.]

Sam <3

[The text on his right says "SO Quiet (affectionate)", and the text on his left says "Entirely lost but doing his best" (in reference to Gale's talking about magic).]

[The text in the middle of the full image says "Only here cause Auva and Darlin' got in a bar fight together".]

So for some context, I had brainworms from realizing that my take on Sam was insanely similar to Gale and I had to shove them in a room together. They're my favorites ever, and I think Gale would talk Sam's ear off for literal ages. He'd as SO many questions about how magic works in Dahlia and ramble about the differences between the two places for ages. He's only quiet long enough to listen to Sam's answers, I swear to god. And because he's an expert in magic in Faerûn, he's ABSOLUTELY talking about it at a WAY higher level than can be expected of Sam to understand. It would be hilarious.

Gale's Tav is a Seldarine Drow, battlemaster fighter, with a folk hero background, named Auva Alaraph Porrima (or just Auva). Very much a chaotic good, and determined to get all his party members a good ending (except Minthara, who got nuked on sight LMAO).

I think if for whatever reason the BG3 cast were in Dahlia, and Auva and Darlin' were in the same bar at the same time, they'd see someone being a dick and both go charging. Insanely protective people with a refusal to allow injustice, and all. They'd stay in contact and. Ya know. Gale and Sam would eventually meet through them and their shenanigans (Auva is a TERRIBLE influence on Darlin' solely for the fact that he Will Not Stop Fighting and you could not possibly convince him to calm down. Do something stupid and if he can't talk you into not doing it he Will Kick Your Ass.)

Anyway I'm gonna shut up now, ask me questions about them (and my tav, oh my god I love him) <3

[moonsandmobilityaids]

The Flu Part 2

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: You get the flu. But for someone with your immune system, the flu is never just the flu. Warnings: Flu, references to seizures Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Your eyelids flutter open, the world a blurry haze of white. The sterile smell of healing potions fills your nostrils, and you can hear the faint rustle of robes as someone moves around the room. Your body feels heavy, as if it’s sinking into the bed, each muscle protesting at the slightest movement.

"Easy there," Madam Pomfrey's voice is soft but firm, her hands gentle as they adjust your position on the infirmary bed. "You've been through quite an ordeal."

A groan escapes your lips as pain lances through your skull, sharp and unyielding. Your eyes flicker to the side, catching sight of three familiar figures huddled near the end of your bed: James, Sirius, and Remus. Their expressions are taut with worry, though they try to hide it when they see you stirring.

"Y/N." James' voice is hoarse, his hand clenched tightly around his wand. "How're you feeling?"

How are you supposed to answer that? Every inch of your body screams in protest, the remnants of your third seizure still rippling beneath your skin. But you manage a weak nod, forcing your parched throat to produce words.

"Tired... so tired..."

The boys exchange glances, their concern palpable even from here. It's not often that you find yourself on the receiving end of such attention but somehow, their presence is comforting. They may play the roles of troublemakers well, but right now, their worry for you is genuine.

Madam Pomfrey bustles over, her face a mask of stern concentration as she checks your vitals. Her touch is light, professional, yet there's a gentleness to it that belies her gruff exterior. With a final pat on your arm, she straightens up, turning to face the Marauders.

“Madam Pomfrey," Remus begins, his voice low and steady. "Is she... will she be okay?"

The matron's expression tightens slightly, her gaze flickering back to you. "She's stable for now," she replies, her tone clipped with professional detachment. But there's a hint of worry in the lines around her eyes—a concern that echoes your own.

"Thank Merlin," James mutters under his breath, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. Beside him, Sirius is silent, his grey eyes fixed on your prone form with an intensity that speaks volumes.

A soft sigh escapes Madam Pomfrey's lips as she moves away from your bed, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. She pauses by the infirmary's large windows, her silhouette framed against the setting sun.

"I'll do everything I can," she assures them, though her words seem more to herself than anyone else. "But it's not just the seizure or the flu we need to worry about."

Your ears prick up at this, despite the heaviness dragging at your eyelids. You strain to catch their conversation, each word a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty.

"The flu has hit her hard." Her statement hangs heavy in the air, a stark reminder of your fragile state. "And then the seizure... It's taken a toll on her body. She needs time to recover."

"But we've seen her sick before," James protests, his hands clenched into fists. "She always pulls through."

"Not like this," Madam Pomfrey counters softly. "This isn't just a common cold; it's the flu. And with her weakened immune system..."

The silence stretches on, filling the room with a sense of dread neither you nor the boys can shake off.

"We'll monitor her closely," Madam Pomfrey continues after a moment, sounding more composed now. "If there's no improvement, I may have to transfer her to St. Mungo's."

St. Mungo's. The mere mention of the wizarding hospital sends a chill down your spine—not because of any particular aversion to the place itself, but because of what it represents: danger, uncertainty, a level of severity Hogwarts can't handle.

Your throat tightens, and you force yourself to swallow past the lump forming there. You try to sit up, to protest, to tell them you don't need St. Mungo's, but all that comes out is a weak cough.

"Easy now," Madam Pomfrey murmurs, pushing you gently back onto the bed. "You need to rest."

But how can you rest when their words echo in your head, each one heavier than the last?

"She should stay here," Remus insists, his brow furrowed with concern. "We can help look after her."

"It's not about looking after her, Mr Lupin." The matron's tone is patient, yet firm. "It's about getting her the right treatment. The flu can lead to serious complications—pneumonia, bronchitis, even sepsis—and with her immune system, she's particularly susceptible and while we have better treatments than muggles, they still need to be administered in a real hospital."

Susceptible. Another word that hangs heavy in the air, another reminder of how precarious your situation really is. Your mind races, trying to process everything they're saying, but the effort only amplifies your headache.

James and Sirius exchange glances, their worry barely concealed now. They've seen you ill before, yes, but never quite like this. Never with the threat of being sent away looming so large.

Remus' shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on your pale face. He knows what this means—he's seen you weak and weary more times than he cares to count. But this is different. This time, the stakes are higher, and the outcome far less certain.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come. If anyone can keep everyone together during this crisis, it's him. It has to be him.

Time seems to stretch and warp in the hospital wing, each tick of the clock a reminder that you remain bound by your body's weakness. The air is thick with tension as Madam Pomfrey moves around you, her steps measured and precise.

You drift in and out of consciousness, your dreams fevered and disorienting. Images flash behind your eyelids—shadows dancing on the walls, faces distorted by worry, hands reaching for you through the darkness. Each time you stir, you're met with the same reality: the boys gathered at your bedside, their expressions taut with concern.

They take it in turns to watch over you despite Madam Pomfrey’s insistence they leave and get some rest. But even she knows better than to expect them to abandon you now—not when fear hangs heavy in the room like an unspoken promise.

Sirius sits quietly in one corner, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. It's rare to see him this still, this silent, but the gravity of the situation has stripped away his usual bravado. James paces near the foot of your bed, unable to contain his restless energy. Every so often, he runs a hand through his hair—a telltale sign of his growing anxiety.

But it's Remus who remains a constant presence by your side, his focus unwavering. There's a calmness about him that belies the storm brewing beneath the surface—an anchor amidst the waves of uncertainty threatening to pull everyone under.

****

Your fever continues to rage, a relentless fire that saps your strength and leaves you gasping for air. Every breath is an effort now, each one more laboured than the last.

"Still no change?" Sirius's voice cuts through the haze of discomfort, sounding strained.

Madam Pomfrey shakes her head, her expression tight. "I'm afraid not. The fever should have broken by now."

The words hang in the air, heavy with implication. A chill runs down James's spine, countering the warmth from his hand as he brushes away damp hair from your forehead. He wants to believe that you'll pull through—that things will go back to normal soon—but the reality before him paints a different picture.

Time loses meaning in the sterile white expanse of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey comes and goes, her presence marked by the rustle of robes and the clink of potion bottles. She checks your vitals regularly, muttering under her breath. Each passing hour brings new worry lines to her face—a testament to how dire your condition has become.

There's talk of transferring you to St Mungo’s if there's no improvement by morning. It's a possibility none of them want to consider, but it grows more real with every tick of the clock. The thought sends a shiver through Remus, even as he holds your limp hand within his own.

"No," he whispers, so quiet it could be mistaken for the wind outside. "She'll get better. She has to."

But the doubt lingers like a spectre at the edge of their collective consciousness, feeding off the fear that pulses in the silent room.

A low groan escapes your lips, pulling James from his thoughts. His eyes meet yours—clouded with confusion and pain—and something clenches inside him. You try to speak, the effort visible in the crease of your brow, but only raspy breaths come out.

"Shh, Y/N," James coos, squeezing your hand gently. "Don't strain yourself."

But you persist, pushing past the fatigue that threatens to swallow you whole. "Boys... I..." Your voice is barely audible, carried on a whisper-thin thread of air.

"We're here, love." Sirius leans closer, his grey eyes mirroring your struggle.

You manage a nod, your eyelids fluttering shut once again. But even in your weakened state, you hold onto the connection between you—the shared history, the unspoken promises. It anchors you amidst the storm raging inside your body, providing a beacon of hope when all else seems lost.

The night stretches on, each tick of the clock echoing through the stillness. The moon rises high, casting a ghostly light over Hogwarts and painting long shadows across the hospital wing. James, Sirius, and Remus sit by your bed in silent vigil, waiting for any sign of change.

Sirius checks your temperature again, his touch cool against your heated skin. He doesn't need to glance at the thermometer to know the fever is still burning within you—he can feel it radiating off your body, a cruel reminder of the battle being waged inside.

James rubs his hands together, frustration creasing his brow. His gaze flits around the room, lingering on the various potions and charms Madam Pomfrey has used to no avail. There's an itch beneath his skin, a desperation to do something—anything—to help turn the tide, but he feels as powerless as he did when he first found you in the forest.

Remus watches from the corner of his eye, tracing the lines of worry etched deep into their faces. His own expression remains unreadable, the only hint of his inner turmoil revealed in the way his fingers tighten around yours every now and then. He casts another glance at the clock, noting with a heavy heart that it's been hours since your fever spiked.

The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the occasional shuffle of feet or sigh of resignation. It's a testament to the gravity of the situation, to the uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. A waiting game—that's what this has become—and they're all too aware of the stakes.

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Ficlet: Strawberry Costume 🍓

Narcissa Malfoy had always believed her son was destined for greatness. Not just because he was a Malfoy, but because he was, undeniably, the most beautiful baby she had ever seen. From the moment Draco was born, with his silvery-blonde hair and piercing grey eyes, she knew he was special. So, it wasn't long before she decided to share his beauty with the world, signing him up to be a baby model.

Draco's early career was illustrious; his chubby cheeks graced the covers of baby food jars, and his tiny feet were the star of toddler shoe advertisements. As he grew older, he transitioned seamlessly into a child model, showcasing everything from high-end toddler clothing to magical toys. Narcissa, proud of her son’s accomplishments, kept every photograph, every advertisement, in a pristine, leather-bound album.

Years later, when Draco and Harry found themselves in love and dreaming of starting a family, Narcissa couldn't help but drop a subtle hint over tea. "Draco was such a beautiful baby," she mused. "He even modeled. I do hope your child inherits Draco’s looks rather than yours."

The underlying jab at Harry’s ‘inferior, half-breed appearance’ went unnoticed, as Harry’s ears perked up at the word “modeled.” His curiosity was sparked, to say the least. "Modeled? You mean like… professionally?"

Narcissa’s lips curled into a smile as she reminisced nostalgically. "Indeed. I have an album, if you’re interested."

Harry was beyond intrigued. When Narcissa handed him the album, he couldn’t help but gasp. Draco, as a baby, was even more adorable than he could have imagined. Page after page revealed little Draco in various poses—tiny wizard robes, enchanted toys, and the cutest baby outfits one could find in the magical world.

But it was the photo of Draco dressed in a strawberry costume that truly stole Harry’s heart. The way the baby Draco pouted at the camera, his tiny hands clutching at the plush strawberry suit, was too much. Harry’s eyes sparkled with delight as he turned to Narcissa, practically begging, "Can I keep this one? Please?"

Narcissa, who could easily say no to anyone else, found herself unable to resist the hopeful, puppy-like expression on Harry’s face. “I suppose,” she relented, though she secretly relished how even the Boy-Who-Lived was smitten with her son’s baby pictures.

Harry kept the picture a secret from Draco, a mischievous plan forming in his mind. Months later, when their son James was born, Harry finally unveiled his plan. With a grin, he presented Draco with a tiny strawberry costume—identical to the one in the picture—and two adult-sized ones as well.

“We’re going to recreate that photo,” Harry announced, holding up the old picture of baby Draco.

Draco couldn’t help but laugh, rolling his eyes at Harry’s suggestion and refused. Harry, of course, didn’t give up and begged him to reconsider. When he saw how excited Harry was, Draco reluctantly relented. Soon enough, the three of them—James, Draco, and Harry—stood together in their strawberry costumes for their new family photo.

The picture found its place on the mantel, right next to the original photo of baby Draco. Every time guests came over, they would pause, bewildered at the sight of the three matching strawberries, before bursting into laughter.

And Draco, though he would never admit it aloud, found himself rather fond of the ridiculousness. After all, only Harry could turn a forgotten moment from his childhood into something so wonderfully, absurdly memorable.

Story inspired by a tiktok I saw of a child wearing something like this picture