I gotta give appreciation to all the Percabeth AUs out there, especially to their brilliant authors. I love how you integrate each character's personality perfectly into your stories. How they think, what they like, their dreams and skills.. that when you immerse that character in that AU, it let the readers feel as if it's still them. They're still the characters we know and love. Only now they're in high school, in college, working, doing art, or anything.
I think so! We’ve been talking about it for a while, we’ve just gotta decide on what we want to do and then start writing and, you know, do all the work!
I’m fINALLY following the ot7 and Jane. All of them. It took me so long, dam… But I first followed Hannah and it just grew from there. So yay for the ot7 and Jane.
a fic/art trade: words by chasexjackson | art by anxiouspineapples
Harry woke up to the sound of knocking - a rap of knuckles on the wood of his bedroom door - followed by a clear, very familiar voice.
‘Harry, are you up?’
He shifted his head and groaned into his pillow but remained otherwise buried within the maroon, snitch-covered duvet. The door opened and in stepped a slim witch with wavy red hair cut to her shoulders. She crossed the room to open his curtains.
‘Come on, sleepyhead,’ she said, sitting on the edge of his bed. ‘Busy day today.’
‘You remember where we’re going today?’ she asked, smiling at him.
Harry rubbed his face sleepily before realisation dawned upon him and the excitement which had kept him up until the wee hours last night returned with full force. Today, he would be going to Diagon Alley.
His mother’s face split into a grin as he visibly bubbled with excitement. She brushed his hair off his forehead and pressed a kiss there.
‘Hurry up and get dressed while I get your sister up.’ she stood and crossed to the door. ‘What do you want for breakfast?’
‘Hmm,’ Harry pondered, scrunching his face up. ‘Eggs,’ he announced after a moment and Lily grinned at him again.
Before she had even closed the door, Harry was tearing the covers off and rummaging through his chest of drawers for clothes. He heard his mother call downstairs James, he wants eggs! and his father’s responding shout of Got it!
Harry had been to Diagon Alley before of course - his parents often took him and Fi along with them on shopping trips - but this time was different. This time they were going to buy Harry’s things for his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for which he would be leaving in just under two weeks.
He was exuberant. From everything his parents had told him about Hogwarts, it sounded like magical paradise. He had been told of enchanted ceilings, enormous feasts in the great hall, moving staircases, interacting portraits on every inch of the walls, a giant squid, secret passageways, and all the magic he could ever want to learn. The prospect of homesickness had of course crossed his mind several times. He would miss his parents and his little sister, Fiona; and their fluffy tabby cat, Pepper. Not to mention the frequent visits from his godfather, Sirius. One home comfort at Hogwarts though, would be Remus Lupin, a very close friend of his parents - named Uncle Remus by Harry and Fiona since each of them could talk - and a teacher at the school.
Overall, the excitement far outweighed the nerves, which was evident as Harry launched himself downstairs and threw himself into a chair at the kitchen table. No sooner had he sat down than a plate of scrambled eggs on toast been presented in front of him.
‘Breakfast of champions.’ His father grinned at him as he poured him a glass of milk.
He was still wearing pyjama bottoms and a black Winbourne Wasps t-shirt. His black hair was as dishevelled as his son’s and his eyes were lit with the same excitement as he sipped his coffee.
‘Excited?’ he asked Harry with a grin.
Harry nodded, shovelling eggs into his mouth. ‘When are we leaving?’ he mumbled
James glanced at his watch. ‘In about half an hour. Slow down before you choke to death, kiddo. Death by eggs is no way to go.’
Harry grinned and chewed more slowly. Just then, his mother and sister entered the kitchen. Fiona clambered onto a chair and dropped her head onto her folded arms on the table. Her dark hair was neatly braided into two french plaits.
‘Morning Fi,’ James said, putting down his coffee.
‘Mornin, dad,’ Fiona mumbled.
‘Eggs?’
‘Please.’
As Fiona turned her head to the side for Harry to see that her eyes were closed, Harry’s mind wandered away from the kitchen, to Diagon Alley and the many shops they would be visiting today.
On the other side of the kitchen, Lily moved to stand next to her husband.
‘You should change,’ she murmured, placing a hand gently on his lower back.
‘What, you don’t think this is appropriate?’
She raised an eyebrow at him, pressing her palm against his spine and shifting closer. ‘I’d rather the entire of Diagon Alley didn’t see my husband in his PJs.’
‘Spoil sport.’
She grinned. ‘Go on. I’ll finish this.’
‘All right.’ He handed her the wooden spoon and glanced at the table where Harry appeared lost in thought and Fiona looked close to falling asleep again.
James settled his hands on Lily’s hips and dipped his head to catch her lips. Perhaps he lingered a little too long because their son’s disgruntled voice interrupted them a moment later.
‘Gross,’ he muttered.
James released Lily and grinned. ‘Back in a mo.’
Harry held on tightly to his sister’s hand as they spun through the flames and stepped out of the grate together. Lily was waiting for them and immediately pulled them forwards to start swiping at them with a clothes brush. A moment later, their father materialised behind them.
‘All here?’ He asked. ‘Brilliant. Where to first?’
‘Can we go to Eeylops’?’ Fiona asked excitedly as Lily attempted to brush the soot from her face. ‘I want to see the baby owls!’
‘I want to get my wand first,’ Harry said, consulting his Hogwarts list.
‘I want to get a wand!’ Fiona said indignantly.
‘You can’t get a wand until you’re eleven, Fi,’ her father reasoned. ‘Two more years.’
‘But-’
‘We need to go to Gringotts,’ Lily interjected before any tantrums could be thrown.
Once they were all soot-free, the Potters set off down Diagon Alley. Harry and Lily lead the way, Harry eagerly staring around at all of the shops and wondering vaguely if his parents would buy him a set of solid gold gobstones. James and Fiona, hand in hand, brought up the rear, James telling Fiona a rather rude joke about a Goblin and a Unicorn to cheer his daughter up - quietly enough for Lily not to overhear.
Once they had collected their gold from Gringotts and resurfaced into the brilliant sunlight, with James telling his children dramatic stories of the dragon that lived under the bank, they set off to Madame Malkin’s for Harry’s robes.
‘Hogwarts is it?’ the witch asked as the family entered the shop.
‘For Harry, yes,’ James said, ruffling his son’s already messy hair.
His robes were soon fitted and paid for to be picked up later that day, and off they went to Scribbulus Writing Instruments for parchment, ink and quills; Potage’s Cauldron Shop for a pewter cauldron and glass phials; Slug and Jiggers Apothecary for potions ingredients; and finally, Ollivander’s for Harry’s wand - which took an abnormally long time to acquire. They then stopped at Rainbow’s End for lunch. Surrounded by packages and bags, they sat at an outside table, watching other shoppers mill around, a few of which waved at the Potter’s in friendly acknowledgement as they hurried around with their errands. Harry was tapping his brand new wand against the metal table and emitting blue puffs of smoke at random intervals.
‘Flourish and Blotts next, d’you think?’ James said, dipping a bread roll into his soup.
Lily made a noise of agreement. ‘And then I suppose one of us should apparate home with everything so we’re not dragging it all around with us.’
‘I’ll go,’ he offered. ‘And then we still need to get a telescope and scales. And pick up his robes from Malkin’s.’
‘Mm. Harry put your wand away and eat your peas.’
‘Can we go to the quidditch shop?’ Harry asked as he slid his wand back into its box. ‘There’s that new broom-’
‘First years aren’t allowed their own brooms,’ his mother reminded him.
‘I know, mum, I just want to look at it,’ he insisted.
‘What do you want to look at a broom for?’ Lily asked incredulously. ‘They all look the same.’
‘Oh come on, Lily,’ James interjected. ‘You don’t mean that. Please take it back or I’ll have to question the last fourteen years of my life.’
Lily snorted. ‘You wish.’ She looked from her husband to Harry and Fiona, who sat with identical faces of pleading. ‘Oh fine! We’ll go and look at a broom through a window. Honestly, how did I end up with you lot?’
James was grinning. ‘You must have done something wonderful in a past life, dear.’
By the time the Potters returned to their cottage, night had fallen outside. They had bumped into Sirius on their way out of Quality Quidditch Supplies and he had convinced them all to have dinner with him to make up for the fact that he’d been left out of the family shopping trip and subsequently not been able to buy his favourite godson a gift.
- But I’m you’re only godson, Sirius -
- A detail - He had returned, grinning at Harry.
A long dinner in the Leaky Cauldron, ultimately joined by a summoned Remus and Peter ensued. Which meant that, hours later, James had to Carry Fiona back through the fireplace and up to bed. Her new miniature owl, Paddy, was happily zooming around its cage as he set it down on the chest of drawers. It had only been fair, they’d reasoned, to get Fiona something when they’d bought Harry so many things that day. Harry’s owl, a far more reserved Snowy owl named Hedwig, was asleep in her cage in Harry’s arms.
When James closed the door to Fiona’s room, he crossed the landing to Harry’s where he and Lily’ were putting the day’s purchases away. Pepper lay curled up on the bed, watching them all with her beady eyes.
‘All set then?’ James asked as Harry hung up his new Hogwarts robes in his wardrobe.
Harry nodded, chewing on his lip.
‘You okay, buddy?’ James asked, noticing his son’s anxious expression.
Harry nodded again but stopped a moment later as he sat on the bed. ‘I’m nervous,’ he admitted in a small voice.
James smiled at him as Lily stood up from stowing James’ old trunk under the bed.
‘I’d be surprised if you weren’t,’ Lily said. ‘But you’ll love it, Harry. These seven years will be some of the best of your life.’
‘They will?’
‘They were for us,’ James confirmed. ‘It’s where I met Sirius and your uncle Remus and Peter. And your mum of course,’ he added with a grin in her direction.
‘Love you too,’ Harry mumbled as they closed the door
Lily and James went downstairs and as he collapsed on the sofa, she made for the kitchen.
‘Tea?’ she called.
‘Please.’
A few minutes later, she returned with two steaming mugs and handed one to James before sinking onto the to sofa next to him with a heavy sigh.
‘Cheers, love,’ James said, gingerly holding the mug by its handle and blowing on the tea.
Lily nestled beside him, resting her own mug in her lap and stifling a yawn. She dropped her head to his shoulder.
‘Everything alright?’ he asked.
‘Mm. I can’t believe Harry’s going to Hogwarts in two weeks. Feels like he was playing on that bloody miniature broom just yesterday.’
James smiled at the memory. ‘He’ll love it,’ he said.
‘I know. I’ll miss him.’
‘You and I both.’
He lifted his arm to put it around Lily’s shoulders and she curled against him, careful not to disturb their drinks. The fire crackled in the hearth before them, casting a warm glow over the living room.
‘He’ll have a head start,’ he said, ‘what with everything we’ve told him, and my dad’s old cloak.’
Lily hmm-ed with some disapproval; she and James had been in disagreement as to whether Harry should inherit the invisibility cloak already. James had won in the end, insisting that Harry had taken too much after his mother to be as much of a trouble maker as he was at school.
‘If only I still had that map,’ James muttered.
She scoffed. ‘You know, I’m glad Peter lost that. Harry already has enough Marauder influence without carrying that bloody map around with him.’
He laughed quietly. ‘Well at least Remus is there to keep an eye on him.’
‘Thank goodness for Remus,’ Lily agreed, ‘the most sensible of you lot to guide him.’
‘You wound me, dear.’ He sipped his tea.
Lily sipped her own tea and settled against him more comfortably. ‘He’ll be alright,’ she said.
James kissed the top of her head. ‘He’ll be just fine.’
Here's a Twelfth Night/She's The Man PJO/HOO crossover!
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“Alright, girlie. You ready to look?”
“Mmhmm.”
Thalia spun Annabeth around in the styling chair, making her reel. Either that or it was the nerves. Her palms were already sweating, though this was the most sure thing she had probably ever done in her short, seventeen-year life. This scholarship was the last chance she had at making it into a top tier school. Her grades were everything, and she meant everything. Too bad it was all riding on this moment. It didn’t help that the butterflies were prancing around her belly like it was a meadow. Her closed lids fluttered as she took a deep breath and readied herself.
“Okay. Take a peek.”
Annabeth opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to get adjusted to the blinding bulbs that framed the mirror in front of her. And at first, she thought Thalia was playing a prank.
There was a boy sitting in front of her - blond, curly-haired, gray-eyed - wearing her favorite blue hoodie and with a Thalia clone standing just over his shoulder. It took longer than it should have to recognize that it was actually her reflection.
Annabeth was that boy in the mirror.
“So? How’d I do?” Thalia asked with a knowing smirk.
The girl was honestly a genius - a pierced-lip, tattooed-sleeve, transformation genius.
Annabeth gaped, turning her head this way and that to get a good look at the stranger that stared back at her.
“Thalia… you’re -”
“The best? Yeah, I know,” she said, pretending to inspect her nails like it ‘ain’t no thang.’
Annabeth laughed, shaking with excitement and finding it hard to breathe. Lockes of her long blonde hair sat in piles on the floor of the salon, like that part of her life was behind her. A weight had been lifted, quite literally, from her head.
This was happening. This was actually happening. There was no going back. The all-boys academy was going to have a new student starting tomorrow.
“See the makeup?" Thalia pointed with her finger. "I defined your chin and your jaw, thickened up your brows and boom - hot boy in my presence.”
Annabeth couldn’t help but beam.
“I’ll teach you how to get this look every time. They won’t even know otherwise, just so long as you don't whip your boobs out or anything.”
chasexjackson replied to your post “Pleeez continue the lake house AU!! I love it!!!!”
its like you just described my life
What, that Mari is a distraction?
It's all: "Okay, you've got a lot of work ahead of you! Time to sit down and... oh, a message from Mari... More Percabeth? But I've got this book I need to -... Alright. Just for a minute."
Like, she puts it in front of my face and I just gotta...
