Julie and The Phantoms

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Julie and The Phantoms
5 Times Reggie's Hair Magically Changes Colour and One Time It Doesn't
Summary: Reggie is an metamorphmagus which means he can change his appearance at will. Except for his hair, which does what it wants on his own and changes his colour whenever Reggie experiences strong emotions.
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Luke carded a hand through Reggie’s hair, rearranging his fringe “Your hair is turning rosy.”
And, yeah, Reggie always forgot he would do that. Or that his hair would do that. Showcasing his emotion unwillingly to the world without him noticing. Reggie, ashamed now, let out a whine and let his head fall against Luke’s collarbone, now there was no way he could hide that. He should’ve brought his beanie with him.
A/N: I blame this whole fic on @kidovna because she drew this amazing concept about metamorphmagus!Reggie and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and needed more and tada it turned into a 5+1 Hogwarts AU fic.
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Technically it was time for studying. Their classes were over for today and the three of them met again in the study hall, last seeing each other at lunch and Reggie was a bit desperate to get a hug from his boyfriend after having to face their mean teacher in Arithmancy. Reggie liked the class, intentionally choosing it for his elective but he could swear the teacher held a personal vendetta against him. And now he was in need for some comfort.
Digressing from his plan he found himself half in Luke’s lap instead. Laying in his arms that were strongly wind around him, holding him close against his chest, Reggie was content with life, completely forgotten about his irritation from before.
Time would pass around them, people moving around, parchment rustled, and quills scratched against the material while students did their homework. The fire was crackling, and the warmth spread through the room, a cozy feeling stretching around them and putting them in their own little bubble.
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Also I could check off my first panel for the JatPBingo!!
Love Mom, done for the prompt “Rose Molina” on my @jatpbingo card.
on Instagram | Bingo masterpost
I started this before cards were assigned but I might as well use it to fill out my card since I finished it now and my pace is questionable at best. The elements are quite haphazard ha, there was a lot of deviation from the original, more experimental idea. Figuring things out and putting this together was a lot of fun!
I Find It Hard To Trust (Not Only Me But Everyone Around Me)
Tw: discussion of emotional abuse and emotional manipulation
Luke doesn’t know when his mom yelling at him became preferable to the quiet conversations, the ones where she’d squeeze his knee and remind him that she wasn’t mad, that she loved him, that she just didn’t understand why he kept putting his music before her and their relationship.
All he knows is that when he was younger, her approval meant everything, and when she’d choose soft words and a softer tone over harsh tellings off, it would dig deep, but it was a relief, not to be yelled at.
This fills the angst box of my @jatpbingo card
Fic link is in the reblogs :))
Mr.Loverman-Lukebobby
The first and only song Bobby wrote after his boys were gone, was dedicated to the person who inspired him the most.
link
Best Moments of Season 1: Flynn Edition
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29257377
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Did anyone ask for this? No. Did I write it anyway? Yes.
But what being a sophomore didn’t tell Alex was why he was currently sitting on the grass and watching the absolute most beautiful man on the face of the planet explain the rules of Muggle Quidditch.
Yes. The sport from Harry Potter. The one with brooms and flying and, apparently, tackling?
Or maybe that’s just the Muggle version. He wasn’t entirely sure.
Also! This marked off the first square of my @jatpbingo card!
“Our instruments are connected to our souls”