#wizard!au

[hunniegl4zed]

Little gift for @chaogongoozles

Kinda based on the events happening in Sonic Prime. Had to draw ✨️little smol bean wizard✨️™️ with their gorgeous Sonic design BECAUSE WHY THE HECC NOT?! This happend before Wizard man destroyed Nine by just blinking his eyes, don't mess with him

[crows-wormpile]

I did a drawing of a scene from my WIP Fanfic. Wizard!AU Street fighter and mainly A.K.I x OC.

Scary lady :3

[teazingsassy]

Wizard!Ace :^) based off his Alabasta outfit!

[imaginetonyandbucky]

Nothing like the present

Wizarding World AU please? Famous tattoo artist Bucky is doing his best to keep his secrets safe. The first being he is madly in love with Tony the baker in the little steampunk bakery across the street, who sings beautifully when he thinks no one is listening. The second being he's a wizard. Who may sometimes do magical tattoos for the magicking community. Little does Bucky know is that Tony is also a wizard who happens to be a very startling animagi. Please and thank you?

A/N: There is a lot going on in this prompt and I didn’t manage to fit everything in. I hope the prompter doesn’t mind.

Click here if you want to see what kind of animal Tony’s animagus is.

Chapter 1 /2 (on AO3 )

The harbingers of spring were already coming to the small town of Rosendale in upstate New York but the nights in early March were still icy cold and Tony felt like his paws were about to turn into ice clumps as he traversed the street and hopped gracefully on top of a garbage container. It was time's likes these that he wished his animagus would have taken a more cold-resistant form, something with thicker fur under his paws to protect his sensitive toe beans. ‘Toe beans’, Tony snorted - a weird sound when done as a cat - muggles and their memes. He didn’t know where that thought had come from and he pushed it aside, cold paws or not, he was on a mission.

Bucky Barnes’ birthday was on the 16th and Tony needed a present, a good one, a great one, a spectacular one even.

And he only had 10 days left.

Bucky was Tony’s neighbor who owned the small but popular tattoo parlor across the street from Tony’s bakery. Tall, dark, broody turning into shy once you got to know him and incredibly handsome with long brown hair and silvery eyes Tony could get lost in. Scratch that, had gotten lost in. Tony was utterly in love with his sweet and caring neighbor, had been since he had first heard Bucky laugh and those silver eyes had lit up with mirth. Unfortunately, it was a sound that was rarely heard in the town of Rosendale and Tony wanted to change that.

Unfortunate was also that fact that Bucky was a muggle and so Tony couldn’t just invite him into his bakery and put on a magic show, dish up some of Bucky’s favorite baked sweets for him on his birthday and make it a grand event with a cake that baked itself as the main course. He had to find a muggle present.

Maybe it was just the way Tony’s brain worked or maybe Bucky wasn’t just shy but also secretive but even though they’ve known each other for months now and talked almost daily, he couldn’t remember Bucky mentioning one thing that he liked, no hobbies, no TV shows, books, sports, all these muggle things that Tony knew off (and he knew a lot, partially due to the fact that he lived as the only wizard alone in a muggle town and you tended to stick out like a sore thumb if you didn’t know what the Super Bowl or an iPhone was and partially due to, well, being Tony and being naturally curious about absolutely everything).

So here Tony was, trying to figure out what hobbies Bucky had by sneaking into his house in his animagus form because who gets mad at a kitty walking around your house, right? It’s what cats do after all.

He spotted a small basement window that was maybe a foot tall and not much wider, certainly not big enough to fit an adult human through, but cat Tony would certainly fit and as luck would have it, the window was slightly ajar. Eager to get out of the cold and into the house Tony wasted no time to stick his head through the gap and wriggling the rest of his body after it, thanking evolution for the lack of collarbones. Gravity seemed to work differently for cats as well because he landed lightly on his feet on some dusty surface but that’s where his luck ended.

A subconscious flick of a tail and something tumbled to the ground producing a deafening crash and not a moment later the room was suddenly flooded with light and Bucky was standing in front of him.

Pointing a wand at him. —— Bucky had just finished his talk with Steve at the fireplace, one of the reasons he had never wanted a fireplace when moving to Rosendale in the first place. The thought of Steve or any of his other wizard friends trying to take the bus or -god forbid- an Uber to his place had convinced him, however. Anything to keep his friends away from the general Muggle population, or else he’d had to move again, and he didn’t want that, not after he had finally managed to settle. So Bucky put up with the calls and the occasional visit having a fireplace brought with it and it did have a few advantages. If he really needed to go to a wizarding shop he could do so easily and the few magical customers that wanted a tattoo from him had it easier as well.

Now he was getting ready for bed, massaging his left shoulder before throwing back the covers. Talking to Steve was exhausting, not as much physically - though sitting on the ground in front of the fireplace was getting to him too - it was the mental exertion that drained Bucky’s energy. Steve rarely showed interest in Bucky’s day to day life, his work or the friends he’s made in town, or his recent fame on Instagram. (”Instagram? Is that one of these weird metric measurements those Europeans use?” Steve had asked him when he had mentioned it, but what could you expect of a guy who thought muggles were only able to produce smartphones because they had imprisoned a wizard or witch somewhere.) It’s always the past for Steve, stories from before when they had both been Aurors, before Hydra.

Bucky shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts out of his head lest they turn into nightmares again.

When he heard the crash all of that was instantly forgotten as he apparated into the cellar to face the intruder. —— Tony blinked against the harsh lights and almost missed how Bucky put the wand away. It happened so fast that Tony wasn't even sure Bucky had been holding a wand at all. One moment he was moving his right hand like he was about to put his wand in his left sleeve, like lots of wizards and witches do, and the next moment it's gone. Except, Bucky isn't wearing a robe or anything with sleeves for that matter. Bucky was wearing a tank top that was showing of previously unknown tattoos on Bucky's shoulders and revealing the whole expanse of Bucky's muscular arms to Tony.

"It's just a fucking cat, Barnes, get it together." Bucky cursed and pushed his hair back with one hand, visibly shaken. He stood still for a moment, just breathing and staring at the floor, his eyes betraying the internal struggle his mind was fighting. Tony didn't even dare to flick his tail. After a while, he looked up and eyed Tony and then the open window above him.

"You squeezed through that, huh?" Bucky shook his head in amazement. "Were you looking for someplace warm? You don't look like you are made for the cold, you're someone's pet, huh? You're a graceful thing, though, quite adorable." Bucky took a step closer and before Tony knew it his cat instincts made him jump off the table and away from Bucky. The rational side of his brain protested once it had realized the mistake. Being petted by Bucky would have been amazing.

"Woah, didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to open up the window a bit more so you could get back out again if you want to." Bucky didn't come any closer, instead, he rested his chin in one hand and his elbow in his other and put on an adorable thinking face. The one he often wore when Tony went on a rambling streak too fast to follow. That face did things to Tony, plus that pose put Bucky's biceps on display like Tony would a particularly fancy cake in his bakery window.

Tony started to drool.

Literally.

It was a cat thing, nobody could blame him for that, but he did wonder why Bucky didn't wear sleeveless tops more often. It was a delicious sight. "You should probably stay indoor anyway in this weather. Don't want you freezing to death somewhere. This your first time outside?" Bucky looked at Tony like he was about to answer him then shrugged. "Probably better you found your way inside then..." He trailed off and looked around the room at the various shelves and cupboards. " I gotta have a box for you around here somewhere. You can hang out with me tonight and then I'll make some calls in the morning, see if anybody's missing you." Bucky walked over to an old antique wardrobe and stretched to get one of the boxes off the top, giving Tony a good view of his back. He noticed a fine silver line running across Bucky’s left shoulder that he hadn’t seen when he had been ogling Bucky’s biceps. Some kind of scar he reckoned, it looked unusual though as it appeared to be shimmering as Bucky moved about.

The most striking feature of Bucky’s back, however, wasn’t his muscles, despite being quite impressive, it was a tattoo that stretched over Bucky’s back and right shoulder. It was partially obscured by his tanktop but nevertheless, it was clear what it portrayed.

A white wolf howling at the moon.

Tony was mesmerized. It was so detailed it looked almost real.

If he weren’t in his cat form Tony would feel bad for staring but right now he was just enjoying the sight, memorizing every little detail as Bucky moved about and peered into boxes.

Bucky had never mentioned liking wolfs so it came as a surprise to see him having such a big tattoo of one on his back. It stood in stark contrast to his other tats which were mostly small and kept almost exclusively in black ink, like the scrawly handwriting on the inside of his right wrist that read “Till the end of the line” or the black widow spider dangling on a string on the inside of his elbow. Not to mention the tattoo sleeve that covered his left arm in gears and metal plates, while those also looked realistic and well done it was nothing compared to the wolf on Bucky’s back.

Tony decided to get a better look and sneak a little closer. To not make it too obvious that he was watching Bucky and that he wasn’t quite a normal cat, he padded around the room in a circle. He stuck his head into a few things to add to the illusion (and damn those cat instincts) and suddenly he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

He glanced back to Bucky but the man had a box in his hand and was staring into it, mumbling something to himself before he closed the box back up and put it back on the wardrobe and took down another one. Bucky really was taking this box things serious but Tony did love a good box when he was a cat so he appreciated the effort.

But if Bucky wasn’t looking at him, why were was the fur on his back standing on edge? Tony was starting to get creeped out and that’s when he noticed it.

It was the wolf.

The wolf was looking at him. The wolf - the wolf tattoo was looking at him. He could have sworn the wolf had been howling at the moon. Tony seriously started to doubt his sanity right about now and wondered if he had drunk any hallucinogenic potions lately that still had an effect on him, but he had sworn off that stuff after he had accidentally turned Rhodey into a platypus while at the Academy and it had taken the headmaster and three high-ranking wizards from the Agency of Magical Mishaps two weeks to figure out how to turn him back. That couldn’t be it.

Except then the wolf tilted his head and regarded him curiously and yeah, the tattoo is actually moving. Of course, it is. It's not the first moving tattoo Tony has ever seen, he was a wizard for fuck's sake, and then it finally clicked in Tony's head.

Bucky had a magical tattoo. Bucky was a wizard.

BUCKY WAS A WIZARD! His mind was screaming at him. It hadn't been his imagination then earlier, Bucky really had had a wand. This was like winning the lottery as the muggles would say and he wasn't even consciously initiating the shift or thinking about any consequences. All he was thinking about was how he didn't have to keep his biggest secret from his best friend and secret crush and then —

"STUPEFY!"

Everything went black.

[n-recs]

Author: slytheryong

Pairing: MarkHyuck, NoMin, JohnTen, YuWin, JaeYong, LuWoo

Rating: general audiences

Warnings: none

Genre: wizards and mages

Status: 5/?

Length: 43K

Summary: “There are a lot of things I would never like to hear in my lifetime, that Mark Lee is one of the greatest mages of our time is one of them.”

In which Mark Lee discovers he has magical abilities and is invited to a prestigious school of magic.

“You’re a wizard, Mark Lee.”

“Shut up, Donghyuck.”

Notes: Johnny is such a dad .. ugh I love him

[someonexsomeone]

wizard!Soonyoung

soonyoung was never one to play by the rules

although his parents warned him not to show his powers to anyone, he couldn’t help it

he was a real life superhero! why wouldn’t he show people?

he also had a little trouble controlling them

because his parents couldn’t help him all the time, and he wasn’t allowed to practice in public, his powers were coming out as bursts of emotion

thankfully he was getting stopped before anything too bad could happen, but his parents were beginning to get worried

what would happen if he was noticed? or if he hurt someone?

they were especially worried about you, the little girl next door

soonyoung was with you more often than not, playing or walking to school together

you were quieter than he was

i mean who isnt

but seemed to keep up with him no problem

and you were none the wiser to his powers

soonyoung told you every day that he was magical and had superpowers

“but they’re a secret” he would say “i can’t tell you or else ill be in trouble”

“but i promise i won’t tell anyone! promise!”

he would just laugh and shake his head, taking your hand to drag you towards class

but there was always a nagging in the back of your head that something was truthful about what he was saying

but that is nonsense right? no way is this hyper boy magical

magic only existed in stories right?

then one night

it had been several years since your youthful days with soonyoung

several years older, he still told you he was magical despite being in sixth grade and being much too old to believe in that anymore

you were outside on your porch, looking up at the stars

they were incredibly beautiful tonight, brighter than you had ever seen

tonight was supposed to be an eclipse and you wanted to see it

you eyes were focused on the sky, glued to the moon just as it started

but almost as soon as the moon was beginning to change color, a scream irrupted from next door

soonyoung was on the floor of his living room, holding his head

all around his objects began to move, whipping around

lamps were thrown against the wall, the couch was flipped over, and pictures swirled like a vortex around him

his parents were at the entrance, trying in vain to get to him

he had never been effect this bad from the lunar eclipse before, so they had no idea what was triggering it now

and thats what you saw as you ran into the house

“soonyoung!”

soonyoung looked up just in time to see you get swept off your feet, crashing into the rubble that surrounded him

“no!”

in an instant the force stopped, but it was too late

you laid motionless on the floor

his mother rushed towards you

while his father gathered soonyoung in his arms

soonyoung kept trying to rush towards you, but his father held him back

worried he might do something triggered by his emotion

in an instant, soonyoung was gone, transported to his uncles farmhouse

where he would stay until he was able to control his powers

for years soonyoung trained, working to make sure nothing happened like that night again

his uncle nicknamed him Hoshi, for his connection to the sky and stars

that fateful night, as it turns out, was his presentation

just as his mother presented towards the water, and his father the soil

the lunar eclipse triggered his powers, unlocking them early

despite knowing that the accident was just that, an accident, soonyoung vowed to never let his powers get control of his again

so he trained, and trained, until he was able to laugh without unintentionally throwing his bagel across the room

or get upset without flooding the bathroom

instead of fearing the dazzling light that came from his fingertips, like a ray of constellations, he learned to understand it

he convinced himself to distance himself from his old house until he was 100% in control at all times

but then his mother fell ill

nothing too serious, but she was rushed to the hospital then promptly put on bed rest

although she had called him right away to say she was okay

soonyoung had to see her, just to make sure

so he found himself in front of his house, over night bag in hand, ready to go back into the room that changed his life

but before he could put his key in the front door, it opened

and you were there

soonyoung nearly fell over in shock, his mouth dropping

it had been so many years since he’d seen you

the little girl he grew up with was standing in front of his again, but it was so so different

yes, because you both had aged and matured

but because everything was different now

the unanswered questions of that night bounced between your two still bodies in between the silence

did you remember?

were your hurt?

did you hate him?

soonyoung opened his mouth, apology on the tip of his tongue

but before he could say anything

you were in his arms

your face was burried in his sweater, his scent completely surrounding you

it had been years since you had hugged him, and you missed his hugs so much

“i missed you”

soonyoung was speechless

after everything - keeping his secret from you, hurting you, vanishing without saying goodbye - you were forgiving him?

before he could return the hug you pulled back

then promptly punched him in the chest

“ow! what was that for?”

“that’s for ditching me you, big jerk. I’m fine by the way.”

He just smiled at you, pulling you into another hug

you couldn’t help but laugh

soonyoung was finally back

[gwensplanet]

I love @ffastpass wizard au!

[midnightsharks]

Romance in Necromancy

Despite what his wizard friend Merlin thought, Harry didn't see any problems with his communication whatsoever. That was before a knight barged into his fortress and declared his romantic intentions.

A tale of magic, zombie emissaries, wizards, knights, accidental hero-worship and faulty messaging system.