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Prompt 19 - Angel/Demon AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 19, word count 682
After the fall of Eden and the opening of Pandora’s box, when the World began to crumble, an Angel was created for each Demon. It was their job to restore the balance of any ill-doing their Demon committed and try to quell any rebellion of the Demon realm.
Sirius had travelled the world and back again, over the aeons, following his Demon and the destruction left behind in his wake. It irked him that his Demon, unlike most of the others, seemed to be particularly creative in his wrongdoings. He’d set off a volcano in Pompeii because a street vendor had gotten in his way. He wiped Atlantis off the map without a trace it had ever existed because the king had refused him hospitality. The fall of Rome. The Titanic, World War 1 and World War 2, for that matter.
Modern government had been a rather nasty one, putting imbeciles in charge of entire nations of humans and watching the utter carnage that followed.
After that pièce de résistance, the Demon had calmed down. The humans were destroying themselves faster than he could provoke them, so he’d basically retired from his demonic ways and spent his time revelling in the world going to pot.
Sirius tracked him down to a little village up in Scotland and, for the next few decades, tried to convince the Demon to give being good a go.
“Come on, Remus, why won’t you even try? You never know you might like it.” Sirius had said as they sipped tea in Remus’s library. “You can’t be all bad. There must be some good in you, at least. I mean, look at all these books,” He waved his hands at the floor-to-ceiling shelves that covered every wall. “You have hundreds of them. You must have absorbed some good from them.” Remus slurped his tea from his cup, making Sirius wince. He placed the teacup down on his saucer and leaned all the way back in his chair. Grasping the armrests with his hands, he smiled genteelly at the Angel.
“Why don’t you open one and find out?” Remus challenged, his voice dripping with honey. Sirius gingerly reached out and selected a book at random. He let it fall open in his hands and read a few sentences before he snapped it shut, horror colouring his face.
“It’s smut!” He grabbed another and another down off the shelves. Tossing each aside after he’d read a few words. “They’re all smut!” He exclaimed, still going. “More smut!” He stood back from the shelves and spun on the spot, looking with new eyes on the rows and rows of books. “It’s all smut!” He gasped. Remus snorted, and Sirius turned to face him.
“Come on, Sirius, try it. I bet you’ll like it.” Remus purred. And for the first time in millennia, the Angel was tempted by the Demon.
His feet moved him forward of their own accord. He watched as his hand raised and touched the spine of one of the books. His fingers wrapped around it, and he began to remove it from the shelf, but Remus jumped up and yanked him away.
“No, no. Not that one. Your eyes will melt in their sockets if you read that one. Er, try this.” The Demon reached up, revealing a strip of tanned skin between his knitted jumper and black trousers. Sirius swallowed. What was happening to him? Remus placed a thin paperback book in Sirius’s hand, and they returned to their seats.
Sirius flipped the book open and began to read. A strange, tingly feeling in his abdomen startled him when he read a description of a man walking across a beach. It almost felt as though butterflies were happily flapping inside his stomach. It wasn’t unpleasant. Sirius could feel that this was the start of something different. He didn’t know what yet, but he was sure it wouldn’t be long before he found out.
The Demon watched him closely as Sirius devoured the pages, a half smile tugging at his lips as he poured another cup of tea.
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sum domestic jegulus ☕️☀️
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Prompt 11 - Coffee Shop Au
@wolfstarmicrofic April 10, word count 464
“Sirius, you do not need more coffee!” James warned his friend. “You’re already vibrating like a hummingbird.” Sirius dodged James’s hand as he tried to grab him and pushed the coffee shop door open.
He tried to calm himself down. He knew he really didn’t need more caffeine in his system, but the barista enchanted him, and he couldn’t stay away. He joined the queue and tried not to bounce.
He was next. He could almost feel his skin fizzing, and he didn’t know if it was from anticipation or the heart failure causing amount of coffee pumping through his body.
“Well, if it isn’t my favourite customer, back again. What can I get for you, Sirius?” Remus beamed at him, a cup with Sirius’s name already on it in his hand.
“Whatever you have that doesn’t have caffeine in it, and your number before this idiot poisons himself with coffee.” James swooped in behind him and clapped Sirius on the back. They both blushed scarlet.
“Erm, we have camomile tea,” Remus said shyly.
“Perfect. One camomile tea for the hummingbird over here.” James paid for Sirius’s drink and manoeuvred him to the other end of the counter.
It didn’t take long for Sirius’s drink to be ready. Remus set it down and called out his name. Sirius loved how Remus’s gentle Welsh accent lilted when he said his name. James pushed him forward. He felt his face reddening again.
Remus gave him a quick smile as he pushed the cup towards him.
“Thank you,” He whispered before he fled the shop. He sipped his scalding tea and noticed the writing on the cup, ‘My Star’, Sirius and his phone number.
James walked out of the door, grinning, pleased at himself. But before Sirius could chastise him, his phone pinged in his pocket. An unknown number had messaged him. It took him a moment to realise it was the same number as the one on the cup. He opened the message.
‘Hi, My Star. James just gave me your number, he said, in case you chickened out. And I’m messaging you now so I don’t chicken out. Are you free on Friday? Let me know. Your Remus x.’ Sirius nearly passed out.
With shaking hands, he typed out a reply. ‘Hi, I guess My Moon because that’s the only thing that shines brighter than the stars. Yes, I am free. Pizza and a movie at mine? Or we can go out if you’re not comfortable with that. OMG, I’m rambling in a text. Either way, let me know. Your Star x.’ He hit send and smiled at his phone as three little dots appeared. ‘Sounds great. I’ll bring the popcorn, Your Moon x.’
Sirius bolted home. He had a lot of cleaning to do.
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Things are happening (AKA I’m making a fic cover)
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The Magpie Song
Written for @hpanimagiweek for Day 2: Aurors at the door.
Lee/Fred, Fred & George, G, 200 words.
~ 🪽~
(Later)
Knock. Knock.
George heard muffled shouting, and then the door was flung open.
“Oh.” Lee’s eyes widened slightly. “How can I help you, Auror Weasley?” His words were awkward — stilted — not like how they used to be in school.
“We’ve had reports of a disturbance nearby. If you see any suspicious activity, please let us know.”
“Right, sure,” Lee assured hastily.
“Use the Floo hotline or —”
A magpie landed on Lee’s shoulder, beady black eyes staring intently, its leg unnaturally bent and bandaged in bloody gauze. He and Fred had a magpie once. It would fly around the yard, wild and free, until one day it never returned.
“What happened to your bird?”
“Nothing… uhhh... caught in a trap earlier.” Lee gently removed the bird from his shoulder, its intense stare never leaving George’s face.
As George left, he couldn’t help thinking the bird felt familiar.
~ 🪽~
(Earlier)
“Please, Lee, I have nowhere else to go.” Fred whimpered as Lee checked the bandages. Curse damage — extensive.
“Damnit, I’m no good at Healing. What about George?”
“He cannot know I’m here.” Fred grabbed Lee desperately. “He cannot see me.”
“Why? He’s your brother. He deserves to know you’re alive —”
Knock. Knock.
~ 🪽~
Also read it on AO3
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harry wouldn't stop the moment he found out about draco's sensitive zones...get ready to be hexed in 3, 2, 1...
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Prompt 7 - Performer AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 7, word count 985
NSFW
Remus had been dragged along by the guys from his office to the local strip club after they’d gone out for drinks at the bar.
“Come on, Remus, there’s boys there as well. It’s not just girls.” Peter had said, trying to persuade him. He really didn’t want to go. It wasn’t his thing. But they’d plied him with liquor, and he followed them to the loud venue.
“Honoured guests,” The announcer called over the speakers as the previous girl walked back behind the shimmering curtain. “Please welcome our next performer. He’s our resident bad boy. He has eyes of steel and abs of granite. He’s a star amongst us, mere mortals. Give it up for Sirius!”
Remus watched as the man he’d gone on a blind date with only last week walked out onto the stage. He hadn’t even used a fake name.
Remus groaned as he took in the thigh-high black leather boots that hugged Sirius’s legs like a second skin. Remus’s eyes travelled up, landing on the silver glittery skin-tight shorts, with a huge golden star emblazoned on top of the substantial bulge fighting against the shimmering material. He had to drag his eyes away before he started drooling. It didn’t help. Sirius’s top half was barely covered by an open vest. His exposed skin was coated in what Remus guessed was baby oil.
Then it got worse. Sirius swung himself up onto the pole in the middle of the stage.
Remus stared with his mouth wide open. Sirius spun around, bending this way and that. He climbed to the top and flipped himself upside down, stretching his legs wide into splits. Remus couldn’t fathom how the shorts kept everything in, but they did.
It was when Sirius leaned backwards, long hair just brushing the floor, that he spotted Remus. His face lit up, and he winked at him before he grabbed the pole high up again and set himself spinning around it with his legs wide open.
Soon, the floor couldn’t be seen because of the amount of money that had been thrown at him. Sirius sauntered offstage once his set was done, wiggling his hips so the lights flickered off his glittery shorts.
A few moments later, a huge bouncer came over and tapped Remus on the shoulder. Remus had no idea what he’d done.
“Mr Black has requested that you meet him in his dressing room.” The bouncer grumbled into his ear.
“Who?” Remus had never heard of a Mr Black.
“Sirius,” The bouncer answered with an eye roll.
“Oh, okay.” Remus stood and followed the hulking man to a locked side door. The bouncer punched in the code and held it open for him. He was directed to the door with a gold star that matched the one on Sirius’s shorts. He knocked.
“Come in,” A voice called out. Slowly, he opened it.
“Hi, sorry this big dude told me you wanted to see me,” Remus told him before he’d even shut the door in case Sirius hadn’t actually asked for him.
Sirius spun around in his chair. He’d taken the vest off and thrown on an oversized black hoodie, long enough to cover his torso and end just above the leather boots, leaving a strip of creamy skin peeking out.
“Remus!” The smile on his face looked genuine. “You don’t write, you don’t call, but you come and see me waggle my crotch at total strangers?” His smile turned to a cheeky smirk. Remus felt the blood rush to his face.
“Sorry,” He mumbled shyly. “I got the impression you didn’t want to see me again, so I didn’t message you.” He couldn’t meet Sirius’s eyes. He looked at the paraphernalia on the dressing table. He spotted a bottle of baby oil, so he had been right.
Sirius’s face dropped. He looked hurt.
“I don’t know what I did that made you think that, but I’m sorry I did. Honestly, that was the best date I’ve been on in…” He thought for a moment. “Years.” He finished. Remus looked up at him, shocked.
“Really? You had fun?” He’d turned shy again. He’d really liked Sirius as well. Sirius beamed at him.
“Yeah, I did. Can’t pretend I wasn’t a little hurt I didn’t hear from you after, but I could have texted you. In fact, I was going to when I got home, but here you are.” He gestured to Remus and the room. “Has all this scared you off?” Sirius asked worried.
Remus felt himself blushing again, but he shook his head.
“My shift is over for the night if you want to go have that second date? I know a great place that does the most amazing pancakes.” Sirius suggested.
“What at 2 am?” Remus questioned.
“Er, no—no, they don’t open for a couple of hours.” He looked crestfallen. Remus felt a sudden stab of bravery. Maybe it was the leftover alcohol, or maybe it was seeing how sad Sirius looked.
“Do you live nearby?”
“Yeah, about a 5-minute walk away.” Sirius furrowed his brow, questioning.
“I make a mean pancake if that’s what you want.”
“Okay, let me get changed, and we’ll go,” Sirius said excitedly as he started looking for his clothes.
Remus bit his lip when Sirius stretched out his leg to unzip the boots. He held out a hand, stopping him.
“Could you leave them on?” He asked nervously. Sirius looked up.
“Seriously?” He tried and failed to hide his amusement.
“Sorry, you don’t have to, don’t know why I asked, sorry, ignore me, I’m an idiot.” He wrung his hands together. He peeked up when Sirius didn’t say anything.
Sirius swung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed Remus’s arm as he led him out of the dressing room.
“I think you’re going to be a lot of fun, Remus.” He said sweetly as he gently squeezed Remus’s arm.
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@jegulus-microfic / march 14: choice / word count: 558
Stab it, strangle it, scoop out its gut, throw it off a cliff... it repeats over and over in his mind.
Four chains, three double crochet, three chains, repeat four times...
The first few times Pandora tried to teach him how to crochet were a total failure. The wool got tangled, the stitches were either too loose or too tight and picking up the crochet hook was a problem on its own. But since he learned to crochet, Regulus takes his knitting wherever he goes.
Today in particular, he has taken it upon himself to bring extra balls of wool, as he intends to be productive in the nearly three hours it will take him to travel by train from Liverpool to London to visit his estranged brother after nearly five years. And no, of course Regulus isn't nervous. That he's gripping his crochet needle tighter than necessary and knitting furiously has nothing to do with it. He doesn't even notice when the seat next to him is taken.
One, two, three... nine double crochets, his hands move skilfully creating new rows.
He has been trying to finish this tote bag for an eternity and... What the hell is that?
There are no mistakes in knitting, only design variations, the voice of his best friend echoes in his head.
Well, clearly Regulus made a mistake several rows back that's making his granny square look more like a rectangle, and there is no way to make it look intentional. With a huff, he has no choice but to start pulling the wool to undo his failed progress.
"No!" an urgent voice protests from his right side, leaving him confused.
Regulus turns his head slowly, scowling and ready for a confrontation, which is quickly forgotten when a pair of warm, honey-brown eyes open wide and stare back at him. Regulus frowns even more deeply.
"I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean to intrude, but it's just that you were doing something beautiful and you took it apart so fast I couldn't help myself and-" the man continues speaking hurriedly but Regulus is more focused on the way a lone curl of brown hair covers part of his forehead, and his hands itch eagerly to touch it to find out if it's as soft as it looks.
"Yeah, never mind," is all the answer he gives before resuming his knitting slightly flushed.
Three chains, three double crochets-
"Where did you learn how to do that? I mean, crocheting. It's really cool, you got me hooked, you know what I mean?"
Regulus stares at him for a long moment refusing to let the ridiculous phrase have any effect on him.
The right corner of his lips betrays him and rises against his will.
"My name is James. Oh, and I need your surname to know-" Regulus merely covers James' mouth with one hand and his own face with the other.
"We'll see about the last name. I'm Regulus, and please stop saying all those embarrassing things."
It's safe to say that Regulus invested his nearly three hour journey very well getting to know this now not-longer-stranger... but once again he didn't finish the bag.
And well, big is their surprise when they find out that they are going to the same place to see the same person, but that's a different story.
In case you are wondering about the crocheting chant
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Quick sketch of the Yule ball I did like a week ago because I felt bad for taking so long with the fanart😭
For @lilbeanz
GOOD READ THERE SERIES ITS SO GOODD!
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It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.
Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.
Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.
Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.
“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“
“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”
“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”
Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.
This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.
“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?
“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.
“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”
Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.
Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.
“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”
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“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.
Harry nods.
He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.
Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.
And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.
written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.
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I've been obsessed with the idea of Harry having a crush on Draco since the first year🥺🥺 (But of course, Harry doesn't know about this yet. For now, the little gentleman is just trying to impress Draco into becoming his friend💐✨)
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Prompt 9 - Detective AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 9, word count 999
CW- Dead bodies
Sirius Black looked down at the mauled body. This case was taking its toll on him. This was the fourth body they’d found. Each one left after the full moon. The press had nicknamed the killer ‘The Wolf’.
He sipped his coffee and grimaced as the flurry of forensic personnel moved around the area.
“Shit another one?” James Potter sighed as he ducked under the crime scene tape.
“Yup,” Sirius grunted.
“Same bite marks?”
“Yup,”
“Any leads?”
“Nope,” Sirius drained his coffee cup and dug his keys out of his leather jacket. “I’m going back to the station. Get them to send me anything they find.” He waved at the forensic guys and left.
It took them days to sort through the evidence. But those little geniuses managed to use the teeth marks from all the previous cases and find whose mouth they belonged to.
Sirius looked down at the photograph of the mild-looking man.
Remus Lupin had been a teacher but disappeared a few years ago. He was pretty average-looking, apart from the myriad of scars that sliced across his face. But Sirius just couldn’t get rid of the feeling that this was the wrong guy.
Another month and another body. Sirius was sick of this case. He had multiple people out looking for Lupin, but so far, nothing. Then, after an anonymous tip, Sirius tracked him down.
He approached the run-down shack cautiously. He had backup waiting in case he needed it.
He pushed open the door and shone his torch into the building. He checked the downstairs, but the rooms were clear.
He crept up the staircase and peered around the first door.
Remus was curled up under a ratty old blanket on the filthiest mattress Sirius had ever seen.
“Remus Lupin?” He said clearly. The man’s head shot up. His eyes were full of panic. It was definitely him. “Remus Lupin, you’re under arrest.” Sirius began reciting the legal words to take the man into custody. He pulled out his handcuffs and was relieved when Lupin didn’t put up a fight. Sirius spoke into his radio, letting his team know he’d got him.
He had to help him to his feet as he was very malnourished. “I’ll ensure you get a hot meal once they finish processing you.” He didn’t know why he’d said it, but he did.
He bundled Lupin into the back of the police car but couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just arrested the wrong person.
Remus sat across from him in the interview room, cradling a cup of tea. He’d answered every question Sirius and James had asked him. He had no alibi for any of the killings.
“It’s hard to have one when you live in an abandoned shack.” Remus had joked sadly. Sirius felt a twinge in his heart.
“Why did you leave teaching?” James asked. “From what we can gather. One day, you just up and left. You completely disappeared.” Remus didn’t answer straight away like he had for all the other questions. He looked scared. More scared than when Sirius had arrested him.
“Who’s after you?” Sirius asked, leaning forward, concern leaking into his features. Remus swallowed but didn’t break his eye contact with Sirius.
“There was a guy. I-I-I thought he was a good guy. He promised to look after me but he—he turned out to be a really bad man. He told me he was going to ruin my life after I broke things off. He sent a bunch of his gang to my house. They did this.” He pointed to his face. “I fled. I quit my job, left my flat and ran. But it’s hard to get a job when you can’t use you’re real name or have a fixed address, so…” He trailed off, letting the detectives come to their own conclusions.
“Does this guy have a name?” Sirius asked. Remus’s eyes swam with unshed tears.
“Fenrir Greyback.”
Greyback wasn’t hard to find. He had a rap sheet a mile long, and the kicker was the man had a full set of dentures.
Sirius had managed to get a search warrant for Fenrir’s home and office. It took hours to go through everything, looking for anything that could tie him to the murders. Remus was still in custody, and while he was safe and warm and had three meals a day, Sirius didn’t want the man to be locked up.
Together, he and James checked every nook and cranny. Then, right before they’d been about to give up, James found something.
Hidden in a box beneath the carpet in an air vent was a set of dentures.
“What’s the betting they’re a match for Lupin’s dental records?” James asked, beaming at his partner.
Once they’d found that first piece of evidence, everything fell into place. CCTV footage appeared showing Greyback dragging one of the victims into the alley where she’d been found, slipping in the dentures and biting her body over and over.
Sirius was the one who gave Remus the good news that he was free to go. He’d had to catch the man as he crumpled with relief.
“Where will you go?” Sirius asked. He knew his gut had been right all along. He’d only needed to find the evidence to back it up. But he was worried about the skinny man he’d formed a relationship with. Remus shrugged.
“I can use my name again. So I can apply for teaching jobs.”
“That’s not what I asked Remus.” Sirius folded his arms. Remus shrugged again.
“I don’t have an answer for you.” Sirius rolled his eyes and shook his head. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Remus.
“12 Grimmauld Place. Pick whichever room you want apart from the one at the end that one’s mine.” Remus grabbed Sirius and hugged him.
“Thank you for everything.” He whispered into his ear before he walked out into the bright sunshine and freedom.
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Ok one more for Recursion by @tessacrowley because this version of Harry lives rent-free in my brain 😃
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"You bastard!" Barty doesn't think twice before throwing himself at the idiot who decided to try and push Pandora around. It's not that Pandora can't take care of herself - she absolutely can - but she also is one of Barty's best friends. And he will stand up for her no matter wha-
"Barty, you already have a detention for fighting, they'll call your father if you fight again now," someone murmurs while draging him away. Regulus. It's Regulus. But isn't he supposed to be on a date with James?
That question is answered to him when he hears a yelp and turns around to find James punching the bastard, twice.
Huh
Maybe Barty does like James after all
#barty crouch jr#pandora rosier#regulus black#james potter#barty and james friendship#jegulus#theyre all friends yay
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A old video wip i never got around to finish, based off this french child scolding their relative abt being mean to grandma 😂 it made me think if drarry dads + Malfoy grandparents.
(Very rough translation from tiktok)
Scorpius to Lucius: you hurt grandma, say sorry and give her a kiss! Okay!? Im not happy!
-Drarry laughing in the bg-
Draco: and mean
Scorpius: -sighs- yes >:(
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