#and more importantly happy birthday to MY baby brother

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happy birthday luke 🎉🥳

[ghostfacd]

BEAUTIFUL BOY! — LUKE HUGHES

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author’s note: i wrote this after waking up from my high nap LMAOO shh anyway listen to beautiful boy to enhance the experience ! this can be read as a stand alone but i recommend reading my au for context.

ynuser

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ynuser my first baby. my entire world. rowden quintin hughes, you came into the world a 7 pound beautiful curly haired blonde baby. it felt like yesterday when i first held you close to me. thank you for making me a mother rowdy, happy 2nd birthday my beautiful boy.

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jackhughes please let me and quinny meet him!

↳ quinnhughes LITERALLY.

lhughes_06 happy birthday my special boy.

markestapa HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEO’S BEST BUDDD

kiellestapa it seems like it was just yesterday when i saw you coming out the delivery room with rowdy. happy birthday rowden quintin hughes, you are so loved my boy.

↳ ynuser he loves his auntie so much 🥲🫶🫶

When it was Rowden’s second birthday, Luke decided he was finally going to let his brothers see his son. It was a mutual decision between him and his girlfriend, they knew how much Jack and Quinn wanted to see Rowdy.

Luke had regretted leaving Y/N that day back in London so he could pursue his hockey career at Umich. If he could travel back in time, he would’ve swallowed his dreams and stayed with her. But he couldn’t—so he was going to spend the rest of his life making it up to her and Rowden for being absent the first year of his life.

“Oh my god.” The voice of Jack breaks Luke out of his daze. He watches as his older brother picks up Rowden, who, despite being a very fussy kid when it came to strangers, smiled contently in his uncle’s hold. “Hi buddy!”

Luke could’ve sworn he saw tears in his brother’s eyes. Quinn, who was currently waiting his turn in the back, wiped his eyes with his sweater, not wanting to cry in front of his younger brothers.

“I cant believe you named him Rowden Quintin Hughes,” Quinn says, his face converted into a frown, only because he was on the verge of sobbing.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Y/N pats him on the back, giving him a comforting smile. “You and Jack have always been there for me back at Hogwarts. You two were like my older brothers. The least I could do is name Rowdy after you.”

“We love you Y/N,” Jack says, his lips wobbling. “Thank you for putting up with our brother.”

His words make the four of you laugh. Rowden, sensing your happiness, claps his hand, his smile ever so prominent. You give him a kiss on the cheek, glad your family was one again, and you knew Rowden would grow up very loved.

ynuser

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ynuser also happy 1 year anniversary to my hot hockey boyfriend, lukey warren hughes. thank you for giving me a chance that day back at hogwarts when i asked you out after your quidditch game. we’ve been together for 4 years but you had to go pursue your dreams at umich, and i honestly couldn’t be more proud of where you’re at now. you’re one of the most stubborn, moody, and charming person i know. the best hockey and quidditch player, and most importantly, the best daddy to rowden. keep winning baby, go blue!! 💙

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lhughes_06 happy 1 year anniversary baby. i thank the gods everyday for sending you to me after my quidditch game. thank you for putting up with my mood swings and hotheaded self. love u and rowdy more than words can express.

↳ ynuser 🥹🥹

jackhughes okaaaay fine i admit you two are pretty cute..

kiellestapa MY OTP

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quinnhughes uncle life is pretty cool.

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jackhughes pretty cool? SUPER cool.

jackhughes we love rowdy

↳ quinnhughes yes we do

ynuser rowdy loves his uncles!!

↳ lhughes_06 he likes me better.

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lhughes_06 the monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here.

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ynuser beautiful boy.

markestapa best new dad

↳ lhughes_06 love ya buddy.

[steddieasitgoes]

written for @eddiemonth Day 7 Prompt: Wayne

note: this one is in Wayne's POV and it's a little different than how I usually write, but it means the absolute world to me, so I hope you all enjoy it!

read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Eddie Month series

Wayne Munson remembers the exact moment he found out he was going to be an uncle. 

It was a frigid January morning in Hawkins. The heater in the Munsons’ trailer had stopped working a week before, and Wayne had been too busy working days and taking night classes at the junior college in the next town over to fix it. 

His mama had said she would call Al to come help, but Wayne knew the odds of him stopping by were slim to numb. He had better things to do than check in on his mother and younger brother. Things like keeping the Hawkins police department busy with his petty crime schemes and treating his latest girlfriend with little to no respect. A packed schedule in Al’s eyes. 

So, when Wayne stepped out of the trailer that January morning, bundled in his worn winter coat, he nearly tripped and fell on his ass when he spotted Al on the hood of his car, leisurely smoking a cigarette. 

“Evelyn is pregnant,” Al said between puffs of smoke. “She’s keeping it. M’gonna be a pa.” 

A range of emotions washed over Wayne at that moment. Anxiety for Al and Evelyn and their unborn child. Al wasn’t exactly father material, and it’s not like they had a dad to learn from. Happiness for their family and the joy a new baby would bring the Munson’s. Worry, mainly for Evelyn and the baby, but also for Al and how something like this was going to affect the small gains he’d made that year. 

But mostly, and Wayne would never tell anyone this, he felt jealous. 

Wayne was the one who babysat the neighbor kids when they were younger to make a quick buck while Al schemed. Wayne was the one who always waved to babies in the grocery store line. The one who always snuck his coworkers’ kids candy at the annual Fourth of July BBQs. And remembered to send well wishes home on their birthdays. 

Wayne was the one who loved kids. Who wanted kids. But would never, ever get to have kids for reasons he was too ashamed to admit most days. 

Unlike Al, who would have let the jealousy fester into something nasty, Wayne choked it all down and gave in to the happier emotions. Promising to be there for Al and Evelyn and his new nephew. 

A promise he kept for all nine months of Evelyn’s pregnancy (going on midnight craving runs when Evelyn moved into the Munson trailer after getting kicked out of her own house and then nervously pacing the maternity ward on Halloween night when she finally went into active labor after three false alarms). He kept his promise for the entire first year of Eddie’s life. Helping with feedings and changings. And anything else he could do. 

Wayne was the one to drive Evelyn and Eddie to the hospital the first time he caught a cold and wouldn’t stop coughing. He was there the first time Evelyn fed him mushy baby food that Eddie ended up spitting up all over the place. He saw Eddie roll over for the first time and crawl. He was even there for Eddie’s first nonsensical word — a bastard version of “mama” that sent Evelyn into hysterics and had Al rolling his eyes. 

Wayne was ready to be there for all of Eddie’s first, but then fate reared its ugly, no-good, wicked head, and suddenly, Wayne was being shipped off to boot camp to fight in a war he spent the last three years protesting against. 

But his birthday was called, and Wayne had no choice but to suit up and fight. 

Well, no, that’s not true. 

There was one way to get out of the draft. 

But the thought of admitting to having homosexual tendencies was more terrifying than dying overseas. So, he kept his mouth shut and went and did his time. 

Five years to be exact. 

Five grueling, traumatic, waste of his youth years. 

Most importantly, five years without his nephew. 

Eddie was six, almost seven years old, when Wayne finally made it back home to Hawkins. Unruly curls, just like Wayne once had before the military got involved. Big brown eyes that, despite only being 7, he knew how to use to get him out of trouble. And a brilliant, imaginative mind that captivated Wayne the moment he scooped Eddie into his arms after coming home and Eddie asked, “Ma, who is this bald guy? And why is he trying to squeeze the poop out of me?” 

Wayne knew he’d never get those five years back, but he promised himself to try and make up for them every chance he got. And so “Waynesdays” was born. 

Every third Wednesday of the month, Wayne would spend with Eddie. Sometimes, he’d show up at Evelyn and Al’s trailer early in the morning to pick Eddie up before he went off to school. With Evelyn’s permission, Eddie would ditch and they’d spend the day uncle-nephew bonding. Other times, Wayne would be waiting outside the gates of Eddie’s school, ready to whisk him away as soon as the dismissal bell rang. 

(“Uncle Wayne, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie would shout, running into Wayne’s arm with enough force to send them toppling into the grass. The falls weren’t great for Wayne’s war-torn body, but he never complained. Nothing a frozen bag of peas and a cigarette couldn’t fix the next morning.) 

Whatever the case, the third Wednesday of every month was dedicated to them. 

The first few years, it was simple things. Wayne would take Eddie out for ice cream before stopping at the library. They’d spend hours walking up and down the aisles. Wayne telling Eddie stories that rivaled the books on the shelves. They’d go antiquating — a hobby Wayne inherited from his own mother that Eddie seemingly inherited when he took an interest in Garfield merchandise. 

(“He’s just so fat, Uncle Wayne!” Eddie laughed, squeezing the plush belly of a Garfield stuffed animal. “I want to be fat like him one day! Don’t you?”) 

As Eddie got older, their adventures stretched beyond the Hawkins city limits. Wayne took him to Indianapolis at least twice a year. Introduced him to music. Took him to see movies at the fancy cineplex in the city that sold a tub of popcorn bigger than Eddie’s head. He even promised to take Eddie to the colorful bar they always passed as soon as he turned 21. 

(“But that’s such a long time away,” Eddie had whined, grubby fingers pressed into the glass of the window as he peered inside. “Are you sure I can’t go in there now? They have an arcade machine! Those are for kids!”)

In the summers, Waynesday because Waynesweek. 

When Eddie was younger, they spent the week camping. Two sleeping bags side by side in a tent. They’d trade imaginative stories around a campfire and roast marshmallows until they were burnt to a crisp. The trips were hard on Wayne at first — bringing back memories of the war. But seeing Eddie smile and roll around in mud without a care in the world was worth every sleepless night. 

(“If I catch the frog, can I bring it home?” he shouted one summer, arms already elbow-deep in the swampy puddle. “I promise to take care of it!” 

“M’sure you would, boy,” Wayne said, cigarette between his lips. “But your ma would kill me if I let ya bring a frog into r’home. You know she’s afraid of ‘em.”)

Eventually, Eddie grew out of camping, and then their summer weeks were spent lounging in the trailer. They’d go days without leaving, living off of the groceries they stocked up on on the first day of Waynesweek. The couch always had a permanent butt dent after those weeks, but Wayne loved them all the same. Especially the ones that were spent hunched over board games and later hunched over scribbled-out notes and too many-sided die as Eddie explained some new, complex game to him. 

(“Okay, Uncle Wayne, so now that you made it to the fortress wall, you have to roll this one,” he said, passing Wayne a hexagon-looking dice. “And then whatever you get, we multiply it by the number here, and then if it’s high enough, you get to come inside.” 

“Now how come you can do multiplication in this game, but your ma says you got a bad grade on your last math test?” Wayne asked, brows raised as he rattled the die in his hands. 

“‘Cause school math is boring!” Eddie said, rolling those big brown eyes of his. “There’s no dragons in Ms. Tabbot’s class. Just boring old numbers!”)

Waynesday was a tradition Wayne held so near and dear to his heart that even after Evelyn unexpectedly passed away, Al landed himself permanently behind and Eddie ended up moving into Wayne’s trailer, he still kept up. 

Sure, things got a bit more complicated between them now that they saw each other every day, multiple times a day, with no breaks. They sure got on each other nerves a bit more.

(“Dammit, Eds,” Wayne cursed, tripping over a pair of Eddie’s boots thrown haphazardly in the middle of the hallway. “What’d I say about leavin’ these things lyin’ ‘round. They’ve got a home, put’m there.” 

“Fine,” Eddie groaned, coming out of his bedroom to pick up the shoes. “But then stop leaving your half-drank coffee cups in the bathroom! Why are you even taking it in there?”) 

And they fought, like most children do with the authority figures in their lives. 

(“That’s the second time Hop has let you off with a warning,” Wayne tsked, stalking behind Eddie as they climbed up the few steps to the trailer. “Neither of us are gonna be too nice if it happens again.” 

“You make it sound like I was stealing. I ditched one class. It’s no big deal.” 

“Those grades of yours say otherwise.” 

Eddie growled, rolling his eyes as he tore through the kitchen cabinets, looking for a snack. “This again? My grades are fine, Wayne. Okay. Stop worrying!”)

Sure, things were tough at times, but they also learned some important things about each, too. Things neither one of them thought they’d ever share in common with someone in Hawkins, Indiana. 

(“Where ya going, boy?” Wayne asked one night a few years ago when he walked into the trailer to find Eddie shoving random things into a duffle bag. The same duffle bag that Wayne had carefully placed in the backseat of the truck all those years ago when he picked up Eddie for the final time. 

“M’leaving,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. “And don’t even try to stop me, Wayne. Trust me, you’re not going to want me anymore.” 

A million and one things ran through Wayne’s head in that moment. Had Hopper caught Eddie ditching school again? Had he got his hands on that letter from Al ,Wayne had been hiding in the junk drawer? Was Eddie in some kind of trouble? Bigger trouble than ditching school and smoking pot at the quarry?” 

“Boy, what are you talkin’ about?” Wayne asked, stalking over to where Eddie was currently shoving tape after tape into the duffle bag. “M’always gonna want ya ‘round.” 

Eddie scoffed and kept his eyes trained on the tapes. It was easy for Wayne to see that Eddie was barely holding it together. The tapes shook in his hands and his growing hair did little to shield his red-rimmed eyes. 

“Eddie,” Wayne sighed, slowly lowering himself to the ground despite the protests of his body. “Come on, talk to me. Whatever it is, I’ll help you.” 

“You—you can’t. Not with this,” Eddie said, violently shaking his head. And then, in a moment of bravery, Eddie lifted his head and looked Wayne square in the eyes and said, “I’m gay, Wayne. Okay? That’s why m’leaving. And don’t even—“ 

Wayne cut Eddie off before he could finish whatever insult or wrong assumption was sure to follow. He pulled Eddie into his arms, tucked the boy’s head into the crook of his neck and held him tight. The same way he did all those years ago when he had to be the one to tell the boy that his ma had passed. And Eddie cried. Then and now. Big, fat, hot tears that soaked Wayne’s shirt. 

“Eds, boy, look at me,” Wayne said later when Eddie’s sobs had subsided into a steady stream of silent tears. “You ain’t going nowhere, okay? And you ain’t alone either. I know what you’re goin’ through. M’like you, too.” 

“Y-you, you’re gay?”  

“Yeah,” Wayne said after a painfully long moment. It was a truth he had never let himself think too much about. But now, sitting in the presence of his nephew, who was more like him than he originally thought. Well, now, Wayne thought it was time to accept that part of him. Especially if it would help his nephew. “Yeah, boy. M’gay.”)

So, yeah, living with Eddie full-time had its ups and downs. But no argument, even the ones that lasted days because they were both too stubborn to apologize, was going to stop them from celebrating Waynesday every third Wednesday of the month. Nor was Eddie’s newly minted twenty-year-old selfless heart that worried way too much about Wayne. But he can’t really fault the boy for that.

(“Wayne,” Eddie had sighed just last month. “We really don’t have to keep doing this. You should be able to rest on your one real day off of the month.” 

“Nonsense boy,” Wayne said, shooing Eddie off with the back of his hand. “Only thing I want to do on my day off s’spend time with you. Unless you’re too busy for your old uncle now.” 

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. “You know I always have time for you.”

“Good.” Wayne smiled. “Then get that boney ass of yours over here and let’s watch that movie you picked up before I get charged another late fee.”) 

Nothing had ever come in the way of their Waynesday tradition before, and Wayne sure as hell wasn’t going to let something break the tradition now.

“Hey, boy,” Wayne says, settling himself on the worn visitor chair in Eddie’s hospital room. “S’the 16th. Know what that means, right?” He pauses and waits for Eddie’s answer, which he knows isn’t coming. It’s been almost a month since he last heard Eddie speak, twenty days since he stumbled into Hawkins Memorial to find his nephew hooked up to machine after machine. But Wayne’s not giving up hope. Not even close. He’ll be sitting here ’til the cows come home.

“Yep,” he says eventually, patting Eddie’s IV-covered hand. “It’s Waynesday again. I’ll tell you what, time sure is gettin’ faster and m’getting older.” 

The steady, rhythmic beats of the machines keeping Eddie alive echo off the walls of the too-white room. Wayne listens to them for a moment, a weird sort of peace washing over him. S’long as they’re beeping, my boy’s still here, he thinks. 

Sighing, he reaches into the small backpack at his feet. The one he’s been carrying back and forth from the hospital when Eddie’s friends come to take the morning shift. He pulls out a blanket, shaking it out before draping it over his own body. And then he pulls out a worn paperback book. 

“Now, I know it’s been a while since we had one of those readin’ days you loved so much, but I thought maybe we could bring’m back,” he says, carefully opening the pages of the book. His hand traces down the first page, past the sticky finger stain of Eddie’s youth. “You best be patient with me, Eds. Y’know these names always trip me up. But m’gonna give it my best, okay?” 

Wayne pauses again, waiting for a response he knows he’s not going to get. And then he takes a deep breath and brings the book closer to his face. “In a hole in the ground there lives a h-hobbit.”

Eventually, the words start to blur together. Sentences turning into one long, giant word. And then, soon after, the letters start to blur too, until Wayne’s eyes are drooping and the book falls from his shaking hands into his awaiting lap. 

It’s not long after that Wayne’s soft snores fall into a steady rhythm with the beeping of Eddie’s machine. 

Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore. Beep. Snore. 

And so it goes for several hours until—

Beep, beep, beepbeepbeepbeep. 

Wayne shoots out of the chair, wobbly feet struggling to find their footing as he turns to the bed. Eddie’s lying there, like he always is, except this time, his big brown eyes stare back at him. Full of life and love and fear as he reaches a weak, shaky hand up to claw at the tube shoved down his throat. 

He doesn’t remember calling for the nurse, but they rush into the room in an instant. Circling Eddie’s bed like an animal stalking its prey. Its minutes of chaos. Nurses running to fetch doctors. Machines beeping erratically. Alarms blaring. Orders being shouted left and right.

Someone is crying, Wayne thinks, as his ears cut through the cacophony of noise when he’s pushed into the hallway. Oh it’s me, he realizes as he reaches a hand up to his tearstained cheeks. 

And then, just as quickly as it started, the chaos dies down and Wayne is let back into the room. Just Wayne and Eddie. Alone. Alive. Together. 

He doesn’t wait a moment longer and wedges himself onto the small hospital bed next to Eddie, wrapping his arms around his frail nephew. 

“D-d-did I miss it?” Eddie stutters out.

With a gruff laugh and a tearful glance at the watch on his wrist, Wayne turns to Eddie and smiles. “No, son, you made it just in time.” He twists his arm, showing Eddie the watch. The big hand points almost completely at the 12. The smaller hand settled perfectly over the 58th tick. 

“Our streak continues,” Eddie whispers before his eyes flutter shut, and his body falls into its first machineless slumber in twenty days. 

[babydollmarauders]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY & MOTHER’S DAY!

part of the el!hughes au!

y/n.hughes

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y/n.hughes imagine having the hottest, sweetest, most loving husband in the world. thankfully, i don’t have to imagine!

happy 22nd birthday to my best friend since i was 13, the best father i could’ve ever imagined to our beautiful baby girl, and my absolute world.

since we were tiny teenagers, you put the stars in my sky. you went from my friends brother, to my best friend, to my boyfriend, to my fiancé, to my husband, to the most amazing baby daddy. i’m so proud of how far you’ve come and i’m so grateful to have been by your side for all of it.

thank you for choosing me to love you for the rest of our lives.

i hope you have the best birthday, love!

p.s. if only teenage us could see us now!

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jackhughes thank you lovie ❤️ i’m so thankful that i have you in my life, for the rest of my life. i love you so much!

y/n.hughes 22 birthday kisses incoming!

trevorzegras lemme get in on that action! 😚😚

y/n.hughes @/trevorzegras come over! come see your niece and your bff’s!

trevorzegras @/y/n.hughes on my way!

lhughes_06 happy bday bro!

jackhughes thanks lil bro!

user37 THEY’RE SO CUTE 😭 MY PARENTS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK!!

trevorzegras let’s blast some t-swift! happy 22, dude!

jackhughes thanks bro! lovie’s already had 22 on repeat all morning, she beat you to it

trevorzegras that’s my best friend!

nicohischier happy birthday hughesy! had fun last night!

jackhughes thanks cap! me too!

_quinnhughes happy birthday little brother! see you soon!

jackhughes thank you quinny! see you soon!

colecaufield happy birthday jacky! 22 has never looked so good!

jackhughes thank you cole 😉

elblue6 happy birthday to my middle baby ❤️

jackhughes thank you mom! happy mother’s day!

_alexturcotte happy birthday stud!

jackhughes thanks bro!

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jackhughes happy mother’s day to the girl who shook my world!

this girl came into my life when i was 14, and i remember when quinn introduced us. we hit it off immediately and one of my first thoughts was “i’m gonna spend my life with this girl”

at the time, i didn’t think it in a romantic sense, but more of a ‘this girl is gonna be my best friend forever’ way. of course, i’m not surprised to find that i was right. the past seven years with her in my life have been nothing short of amazing.

and then she blessed me with our baby girl and showed me just how amazing she really is. this girl is the best wife, friend, and most importantly mother.

lovie, i can’t thank you enough for giving me the most amazing gift: el. and i can’t thank you enough for being the most selfless, caring, kindhearted mom to our girl.

i love you with my whole heart.

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y/n.hughes i love you so insanely much, sweet boy! thank you! and thank you again for the beautiful flowers this morning <3

jackhughes flowers are the absolute least i can do compared to what you do for me and el every day

trevorzegras happy mother’s day to my best friend! thank you for giving me my goddaughter!

y/n.hughes thank you bff! can’t wait to see you later!

trevorzegras i’m armed with gifts!

lhughes_06 happy mother’s day sis! thanks for being like a much too young second mother to me!

y/n.hughes thank you bubs!! and thank you for the cards from you and el this morning! those were the sweetest!

user27 EVERYONE’S FAV MILF! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Y/N!

_quinnhughes happy mother’s day sis! i could never have imagined you becoming my sister and the mother of my niece when i introduced you two, but i’m so glad that’s what happened!

y/n.hughes thank you huggy! for everything! <3

elblue6 happy mother’s day sweetheart! ❤️

y/n.hughes thank you momma! happy mother’s day to you as well! you did such an incredible job raising your boys!

colecaufield HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY BESTIE!! see you soon?!

jackhughes i’m not a mother, cole. but thank you! see you soon!

colecaufield well this is awkward…

y/n.hughes THANK YOU COLEY!! see you so soon! can’t wait to be back home with the gang!

_alexturcotte happy mother’s day, y/n/n! jack, you better make her entire day!

y/n.hughes thank you turcs! we’ve been switching between spoiling each other all day!

nicohischier happy mother’s day to the team mom! thanks for always bringing us snacks and hosting team dinners!

y/n.hughes thank you neeks! it’s my pleasure!

dawson1417 HAPPY MOM’S DAY!!

y/n.hughes THANK YOU!!!

[siriuslyshouldislytherin]

Two Halves of a Whole

(Part 1)

Pairing: Sirius Black × Potter!reader

Summary : Y/N Euphemia Potter is the younger child to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. James introduces Y/N to his gang on the very first day of her school. As years pass , Sirius Black , James' best mate starts falling hard for his best mate's sister. Will she feel the same or will it be a one-sided love story ? Read more to find out.

A/N: PS: I am gonna publish this in 10 or so parts spanning over the 7 years of their Hogwarts education. I will post the link to the next part in this part when I publish it. So do check it out.

Warning : mostly fluff , James being protective , and a little angst between James and Sirius , Remus being a brotherly figure to the reader.

Navigation / Part 1 / Part 2

The Potters'

The name was embedded in red and gold on the wooden plate which was hung on the front door of the house.

Inside , lived two children , James and Y/N with their parents , Fleamont and Euphemia.

Fleamont and Euphemia were proud parents to both their kids. James being the elder one of the two , Y/N being the younger one.

Fleamont and Euphemia were way more protective towards Y/N as she was a premature baby and fragile at birth. She had been in the New-born care unit in St. Mungo's for a total of two months before her mother and father had brought her home. Back then , Euphemia had cried onto Fleamont's shoulder everytime she saw her little one in a little glass box , her body inserted with tubes.

Once , James had seen this and since that very moment , he had made a mental note to himself , always protecting his sister and being her guardian angel.

"Mum ! Dad ! Jamie ! Where are you all ?" She asked around the house.

Upon no response , she entered the living room only to get startled by the sudden burst of confetti on her.

"Happy birthday Niff !" James ruffled her hair and brought her into a bear hug.

"Happiest birthday , Little one !" Her mother and father wished her at the same time.

She freed herself from James and thanked him as she went to her parents to give them their fair share of hugs.

"Thanks mum ! Thanks dad !" She exclaimed.

Fleamont and Euphemia started peppering kisses all over her face as she giggled.

~time skip~

"Niff , you have to walk straight through the barrier and you will find yourself on the platform. Look at me and James , how we do it , then you can follow us with your mother. Alright ?"

"Yes dad. " She looked at her mother who , in turn , gestured her to look at her brother and father.

Y/N walked through the barrier with her mother as she stood on the Platform 9¾ with her trunk in the trolley and her owl Ozwald hooting happily in the cage.

Her head snapped at the voice of the sound of a trunk getting loaded onto the train , when she saw James and Fleamont load James' trunk onto the train.

She picked her trunk and started walking towards the train , trying to not fall flat on her face. Her mother wasn't very happy with Y/N dragging her trunk on her own because apparently , according to Euphemia , 'The Trunk is too big for Y/N. '

"Let us help you , dear. " Fleamont requested her as James scuttled over the the other side , to help her.

"I can - help myself - dad !" She dropped her trunk onto the train and heaved a sigh of relief.

Y/N heard the train horn as other students gradually boarded the train.

"Now come and give your old mum-dad a hug !" James and Y/N ran towards their parents as she said ," you aren't old mum-dad. "

Fleamont and Euphemia both took Y/N to the side as they crouched down to her eye level.

"Mum ! Dad ! Don't cry now. Else I will cry and then Jamie will never let me live through it !"

"My baby is finally going to Hogwarts !" Euphemie wiped away her tears.

Y/N gave both of them a kiss on their cheeks and went off towards the train.

Euphemia and Fleamont turned to James.

"James , take care of your sister. Never leave her alone and most importantly write to us twice a week. "

"Don't you worry , mum and dad. I will always be there for her. " James smiled at them as both of them hugged the boy and he ran towards the train.

"Niff , stick to me. No loitering around. "

"Why ?" She whined.

"Because I say so. "

"But you are going to find your friends and have fun with them. So let me find kids of my age. "

"I am going to include you in all the fun I do. Besides my friends are gonna be just an year elder than you. So do as I say. "

James pulled his trunk down the corridor and entered the 2nd compartment.

Y/N followed him as she saw her brother and 3 other boys hugging each other.

"Come in , Niff ! These are my friends. Remus Lupin , Peter Pettigrew and -"

"Sirius Black. " A boy with jet black hair stretched his hand forward for Y/N to shake but James glared at him , causing him to pull his hand back.

"I am -"

"Y/N Euphemia Potter. " The three boys spoke together.

"You know about me ?"

"Ofcourse. We know everything about you. That - that how - dear -"

"How much of a pain you are - for me to handle !" James said just to tease her.

"Jamie !"

"Oh no ! Absolutely not ! He loves you so much that he can write a bloody Encyclopedia on you." Sirius said.

"Can you really turn a matchstick into a needle ?"

"Oh yes I can. " Remus said to her as her jaw dropped literally on the floor.

"Can you perhaps show me how to do it ?"

"Yeah sure !" Remus pulled out a matchstick out of his pocket as he did a fair bit of wand work and turned it into a needle.

"Jamie !! Did you see it ?"

"Calm Niff. It is about few months that you can do it too. "

She looked at the four of them with a very excited expression , her and Sirius's gaze lingering for a bit longer.

As she wanted to do it on her own , she insisted Remus to teach her.

"No ! It doesnt work for me !" She whined.

"You're doing it a bit more aggressively , Niff !" Remus said.

"What did you say , Lupin ?" James said turning at Remus.

"What ?" Remus deadpanned.

"Only I get to call her Niff !"

"Stop entering your overprotective brother mode , Jamie !"

They quarelled for a few more minutes as Sirius looked at her with a grin on his face. Peter noticed that and said ," Stop smiling Sirius. They're fighting. "

Sirius snapped out of his trance as he looked between both of them and said ,"I wasnt smiling , Peter. "

~time skip~

"James , I think it is about time you should change into school uniform. "

"There still is half an hour. " James said.

"James , mate she is right. Even I have changed. "

James thought about it for a moment before standing up ," if you say so. " He fetched his clothes and headed out of the door.

"This is not going to end well. Think about it again. "

"Remus , don't be a spoilsport. This is just a prank. " Sirius spoke.

The prank they were going to play was a silly little one - as per Sirius and Y/N. Sirius was going to have his arm around Y/N's shoulder and mutter something in her ear as she was supposed to giggle and look at him.

"Sorry mate , got late -" James stood shaken as he saw Sirius and Y/N sitting in such close proximity , his arm flung over Y/N's shoulder as she giggled looking at him.

James took two steps towards Sirius and grabbed him by the collar.

"I-told-you-not-to-go-near-her -"

"Stop it , James ! Leave him and first look at your sister. "

James turned around as soon as he heard Remus only to find Y/N standing between Remus and Petter and hyperventilating due to crying.

"Niff ! Don't cry. I am here and I am not angry on you ! " He stepped towards her as her figure grew smaller , holding onto Remus out of fear.

"James , sit down. Sirius , you too - Y/N sit and have this. " She looked up , at him and accepted the piece of chocolate he gave her.

Y/N looked at Sirius and mouthed him a 'I'm sorry' and he returned it with an assuring nod , mouthing her 'are you okay ?'. She in-turn mouthed him a Yes.

When the train came to a halt on the Hogmeade station , their trunks unloaded , James turned to her and said ," I'm sorry , Niff. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. But you know how I am when it comes to you. I'm so so so sorry. "

"It's okay , Jamie. Talk to Sirius. Okay ?"

She gave him a smile and followed Hagrid as she was waiting for the Hogwarts doors to open for her , waiting for a whole new world which was filled with fun , excitement and ofcourse - studies.

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DEFENDERS OF BERK | HTTYD SERIES | BREAKING DOWN HICCUP

Blog Post Series: Breaking Down Hiccup

Title: The Night and the Fury

Ep/Season: Episode 3, Season 2 (Defenders of Berk)

Premise:

Hiccup and gang set out on a training exercise on Dragon Island in hopes to train their stealth / combat skills without help from their dragons. Unfortunately, they run into a very, very unlikely "friend"...

IN ASTRID WE TRUST

It's no secret that the team needs some polishing. And we're hoping, Astrid's obstacles could do the trick. I love how they groaned, knowing that her tests is going to be difficult. It's very like them to do that and very like her to make things tough.

This exercise is fertile ground for individual members of the team to grow. For example:

(1) TUFFNUT TAKES ON THE RESPONSIBILITY OF WATCHING THE DRAGONS

(2) RUFFNUT GOES OUT ON HER OWN

(3) FISHLEGS, WELL, IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR HIM REALLY. I.E., DOING SOMETHING HE'S SCARED TO DO

(4) HICCUP, DEALING W DAGUR

(Can we also take a moment to appreciate the little confidence boost Hiccup gives to Fishlegs? We can? Ok. Here you go.)

If you started watching RTTE without first seeing ROB/DOB, you might wonder why Dagur calls him brother. Well, to be fair, I still don't know why he does, but at least from this episode, you'll know when the supposed familial relationship began.

P/S: Look at how small & cute baby is.

It's also really cute that Hiccup tries, for the most part, to keep the peace with Dagur, though for the most part, I hate to watch them pandering to him.

THE DAGUR FIASCO

This episode is where I feel DOB kicks off. Hiccup's in a very precarious position. The last time Dagur showed up, Stoick lied that Berk was still at war w dragons and that they still killed them. For the sake of peace, Hiccup didn't have much of a choice but to play along and reassert the lie.

This episode is definitely one of my favourites, especially in terms of the Hiccup-Dagur dialogue.

It's hard to not enjoy the "bro-mance" sequences. Just look at this one:

In fact, if you only watched RTTE, you might've missed where the Dagur v Snotlout situation also began. And it might surprise you to realise, that Snotlout was very much, a fan of Monsieur Deranged here.

HICCUP'S STAND

But nothing beats, that moment when Hiccup takes his stand.

It was such a DEFINING MOMENT, because Dagur has been looking down on Hiccup for years and NOW, NOW?! He realises what a genuine threat Hiccup could be. And more importantly, how easily his pride is wounded.

I'm all here for HEROIC HICCUP. And what an artistic way to show how much Dagur underestimated him. He even underestimate his shield! Much to his lost...

Also, don't you think that it is very Captain America of Hiccup sometimes, when he's wielding the shield?

And let's not forget, Hiccup is one sassy protagonist. I mean, you know you're an enemy when he burns you.

This episode is way more significant than I realised it at first. This whole time, Alvin was Berk's only viable threat. But his beef was with Stoick, initially at least.

But now, Dagur is another. And the person he's going after is Hiccup. Dagur is Hiccup's first archenemy.

And it doesn't help that he's insane.

So, what I loved about this episode was, it heightened the stakes of the entire show AND also, showcased how Hiccup can out-wit, out-smart and challenge Dagur, who I think, must've been a pretty tough contender to command the massive armada he ends up leading.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY BARUCHEL (9.4.2023)

I know this may come off super random, but it is Jay Baruchel's birthday today. I think we can all agree that Jay is the life and soul of Hiccup. If you follow me on twitter @reviewinghiccup, you should know that I am down the rabbit hole of Jay Baruchel movies, interviews and podcasts.

And what I love so much about this guy is the respect and reverence he has for the show. I mean, he constantly praises it and not just because of his role, which he believes pales in comparison to the artists designing and working the animation, but its obvious that he's a HTTYD superfan.

I love it when an actor pays their respects to the franchise and I do enjoy his take on the work and how much the line between who Hiccup is and who he is, as a person, is blurred.

He's an eloquent speaker and tries to produce, write and direct movies now, instead of act in them. He's based in Canada.

Anyways, something interesting I learned about him was, in an interview w Tom Power, he talks about the book he wrote and what being a fan means to him. Him being a fan of hockey and how precious it can be to live within a franchise or something as massive as indulging interests. It sorta validates me a little, specially since I've dived deep into HTTYD fandom since changing careers.

And just like Hiccup, there is way more to this guy than it seems. He's funny, humble, kind and generous with his time. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's pretty jittery in real life too. But what kind of broke me, was finding out that even with his own father, he felt like he wasn't the kind of son his dad wanted.

Apparently, he had a complicated relationship with his dad which I believe may have bled into his work.

If you've watched enough of his interviews you'll know that he's had to support his mom and sister at 14-years-old with acting gigs because his father left and passed away when Jay was 21 following a drug overdose. Yet, he still remains so kind. I mean, his upbringing was tough, poor and difficult, yet you can still see him trudging through humbly, not wanting to draw attention to himself as much as he can help it.

In an interview article I read this morning, he explained that he wanted to continue being a good husband, son, brother, friend and I thought that was such a genuine Hiccup thing to say. He shoulders all these responsibilities and have been since he was a kid. Look, I don't know the guy personally, but from the expansive notes and recordings I've looked into, he seems pretty decent and I am such a huge fan.

As I grow older, I understand people on a different level. I accord respect so differently from how I would've years ago. And right now, I think what makes Jay Baruchel interesting is his sheer promise to do better for his family. And I think, in the absence of chiefing, running a village and saving the world, Hiccup is very much the same in that aspect too. A chief protects his own, which seems to be the mantra ringing in my head as I listen to Jay talk about his life.

You guys have no idea how much I know about this dude. I have possibly stalked him silly right now. And am a little embarrass as I admit this. Anyways, all I want is for him to succeed, in his work, life and family.

[matan4il]

THISTHISTHIS!!!

Like, I personally don't consider myself a "Zionist" in the modern sense. I have several disputes with the secular Herzli-esque Zionist movement (both political and theological), but I certainly wouldn't consider myself an anti-Zionist. I have a lot of respect for much of what the Tzionim have accomplished for the sake of Jews, and for Israel, even if we might disagree over correct methods and motivations.

And I definitely associate myself with the traditional Zion-loving Jewish beliefs (what you called the "Zionist nature of Judaism"). Of course I do. These are core tenants of Judaism that have been around since the days of Avraham, and they're so central that I don't really understand how any Jew couldn't believe them. Wherever in the world we might reside, the piece of land now known as Israel has always been Home.

 אם אשכחך ירושלים תשכח ימיני

Hi, lovely to meet you! ^u^

I wanna reinforce your last paragraph SO MUCH. Judaism is so fundamentally tied to the Land of Israel, to Jews loving it, to sanctifying our bond with this place, and I have always felt exactly that: when I'm abroad, I'm never quite at peace, not until I'm back on Israel's soil, and have that sense of I'm home. And it always makes me so happy whenever I hear from non-Israeli Jews, that they feel something similar when they come to visit Israel. It's what I believe all native people feel when they get to experience standing on their ancestral land, whether they live there or not. It's something that allows us to feel connected, not just to the earth beneath our feet, but also to our ancestors who lived here, and to generations upon generations of our people who yearned to return here.

As for the modern political movement that is Zionism, maybe I'll just mention my personal story. I was born in Communist Romania, at a time when the financial situation was incredibly dire, food was rationed, and generally speaking, the regime had control over everything. Its power over the citizens was limitless, and quite a few people who were a part of this regime, were antisemitic. They used that limitless power to persecute Jews, even as Communism supposedly vowed all its citizens would be treated equally. Some of what was done to my family was actually described by my great uncle, Norman Manea, in his memoir, The Hooligan's Return. My life was in danger at one point. At the time, no citizen of a communist country could leave for a western one, which Israel was. Jews could be jailed for simply expressing the desire to leave for Israel (officially recognized here as "prisoners of Zion"). But in Romania, there was a unique agreement achieved thanks to the chief rabbi of Romanian Jews at the time, Rabbi Rosen (who my grandfather and his brother worked with, so he was also the rabbi who married my parents). Israel paid Communist Romania for every Jew allowed to make aliyah. IDK how much Israel had to pay for my parents, for my grandparents, and for baby me, but I know Romania demanded a higher price for people with higher education, which all of the adults in my family had. Most importantly, being brought to Israel, and getting here proper medical and nutritional care after the regime's antisemitic abuse, saved my life. I celebrate my aliyah day every year as my second birthday, because I got a second chance at life on that day.

And at the end of the day, that's what informs my personal view of Zionism, this personal experience. It leads me to feel that if Zionism saved even one Jewish person, it's the right thing to support it. And Zionism actually saved so many more than that, Jews and non-Jews. It still is! We don't talk about it enough, but when Assad regime in Syria butchered its citizens during the Civil War there, Israel got the last of the Syrian Jews out. When the war between Ukraine and Russia broke out, Israel helped to get out Jews from the war zones in Ukraine, as well as Israeli non-Jews (and even a few Arab friends, including from enemy countries, of Israeli Arabs, who the latter asked for Israel to save), as well as the families of Ukrainian Righteous Among the Nations (non-Jews who risked themselves to save Jewish people during the Holocaust). And when the Houthis, the Yemenite terrorist group funded by Iran, endangered Jews in Yemen, Israel got them out.

No political movement is without fault, obviously. But I think all of the above makes Zionism worthy of support. At least mine.

You said, "These are core tenants of Judaism that have been around since the days of Avraham, and they're so central that I don't really understand how any Jew couldn't believe them."

I agree so much! To remove the many Zionist elements of Judaism, right down to its holy language being Hebrew, which is tied to Israel, is to distort it so much, that it's no longer Judaism.

Whenever I come across an anti-Zionist Jew, I try to keep in mind the following things:

They might be pretending to be Jewish. I've seen more than one anti-Zionist online, claiming they can't be antisemitic, because they're Jewish themselves. Beyond the fact that as a statement, that's NOT true (someone can be gay with internalized homophobia, a woman with internalized misogyny, and in the same way, a Jew who has internalized an antisemitic narrative), it turned out in some cases, it was also factually untrue, as the person was eventually exposed as lying about being Jewish.

This phenomenon has also made it into the news at least twice relatively recently, once when high profile anti-Zionist "Jews" from Germany were exposed as non-Jews.

Another is connected to the Twitter account of "Jewish Voice for Peace," an organization that, despite its title, doesn't actually require its members to be Jewish, but uses its title to present itself as a Jewish organization.

A member who operates the Twitter account of JVP accidentally tweeted from his personal account, and so ended up exposing himself as a Muslim tweeting, "As Jews..."

2. Those who actually are anti-Zionist Jews often turn out to be very disconnected from their Jewish identity, except in order to use it to lend their anti-Zionist statements "more weight." (as if a gay man's homophobia should be listened to more, or be more acceptable, just because it's not homophobia coming from a straight person) A really funny example is Ariel Gold, who keeps trying to flaunt her "Judaism" as meaningful to her identity, but in doing so, keeps accidentally exposing how ignorant she is regarding some really basic Jewish concepts. Like that time she was in Iran, and gushed over a picture she took of a menorah... except she didn't know that a menorah wouldn't have 19 branches. She was just gushing over a random, Iranian candelabra.

3. And then to some anti-Zionist Jews, their Jewish identity does matter, but... the sad thing is, they're either very ignorant over what it entails (so they buy into the antisemitic anti-Zionist narrative without knowing better), or they just don't feel they personally need Israel, so they have no issue being anti-Zionists, to be "good Jews." In this context, I always think about this documentary I saw called "Gay Republicans," where they interviewed an openly gay man, living with his boyfriend, who didn't wanna be a dad himself, so he had no issue insisting that gay people shouldn't be allowed to become parents. I guess some fellow straight republicans would say he's a "good gay."

There's probably more to be said about this, but I think this kind of covers a big part of the people I've come across online. But here's the thing: I believe in the value of Jewish solidarity, I know how many Holocaust survivors talked about how that's what saved them back then, and I am gonna stand by that value, and care so much about the safety and well being of groups 2 and 3, even if they don't give a shit about mine.

Take care, and feel free to write me again, if you feel like chatting some more on this. Chag Sameach and Am Yisrael Chai! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[heygerald]

Heya was curious about a couple of things! How much older is colt then parker?(also I love how silly you characterize colt as it’s fantastic) at first I assumed they were twins (not identical). Second it might not really matter in the great scheme of things but in the extra screams of the movie it’s revealed that colt took fighting classes to get energy out and I was wondering if parker was ever put into any classes for anything? and it’s been in my head since it happed but how did tom get her number? is it the same number she uses for the store or something? I look forward to whatever comes next!

Oooooh, so many good questions!

1) I don't have a specific age for either Colt or Parker seeing as how Hollywood doesn't give two shits about matching up an actor with a character of the same age. BUT in my mind, Colt is 8 years older than Parker (an oopsie baby, that he loves to bring up on her birthday). I like to think that Colt is ~38, Tom ~34/35, and Parker the youngest at 30.

2) I'm so happy you caught onto that because YES, big brother Colt has made sure Park knows how to protect herself. For her 21st birthday, he went so far as bringing her along to some self defense classes he was taking, only to have immediate regret when Parker spent the entire class flirting with their instructor. She wasn't allowed back after that instance, and instead was demoted to some back yard shenanigans as he taught her the basics of how to throw a punch, elbows into soft parts, how to put someone in a headlock, and most importantly, how to take a punch without hurting yourself. Ofc Parker herself is less worried about this stuff since she has her good old friend pepper spray everywhere she goes. Too bad she couldn't take it with her to the far away land of Australia...

3) The great number mystery! This is something that will come up more than once as Parker inevitably tries to Nancy Drew the information. Hints to this particular mystery will start to appear in the next chapter 🤫

Thank you so much for the questions!!!!! I love interacting with you guys & hearing what questions or hc you have about the story quite literally makes my day! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[terristarstrike]

Is This The Real Me?

Oh boy... we're heading into some huge spoiler territory as we explore the true heritage of our little human protagonist, Bailey Wilson. Apparently, Bailey is actually an orphan girl with a mysterious past, and we're about to dive into who.. or what she truly is.

GIANT-SIZED SPOILERS FOR TERRI STARSTRIKE AHEAD

Bailey Wilson thought that her life was completely normal. She had a loving father, a sweet stepmother, and a groovy big brother, but she barely knew anything about the biological mother who brought her into the world. All she could recall was the night of her first birthday, when she was left on the doorstep of her father's house. At first, she desperately wanted to learn about her mother's identity, but she didn't show that much interest when she was already happy with her family.

After Terrina Ave-Lo came into her life, it seemed that everything was right in the world, but Bailey suddenly gained a feeling: the feeling that she wasn't meant to be in this tiny human body. She just learned about the existence of a whole world of giants, out in space, so maybe she could try to take the form of a fifty-foot Jotuzon to see if she would feel better in her own skin, and when she finally assumed Jotuzon form, she finally experienced true euphoria!

Bailey had just came home from a pretty fun experience in her new giant form, but she also found something in the basket where she found her new transformation bracelet. What the hell was a Jotuzon Bracelet doing in her old baby basket? It would be odd for an invention from the Giants to be found in her father's old junk.. but then again, maybe he did have some connection with those giants. After all, he was an astrophysicist!

Bailey asked her girlfriend Terri about the old Jotuzon tech in her old basket, and if her father knew any of the Jotuzons while he was still alive. Terrina was too young to remember Irwin, or if any humans had a peaceful relationship with her race, but Bailey was starting to put all the pieces together. What if this a sign of her own true identity, and where she truly came from?

Bailey searched through her father's old documents to find a bunch of old photos lying in a box near the basket. The names written on the label of the box were Irwin Wilson, and someone named Athene Lo-Shanta. It sure sounded like a Jotuzon name. Perhaps, he's been hiding something from her, or more importantly, he's been hiding it from the other humans. Hesitant to learn the truth about herself, Bailey took a deep breath and opened the box.

She scattered her hands through the box and picked up an old Polaroid picture of her father with a mysterious maiden. The maiden spotted bright violet eyes, and a brunette hairdo with purple tips. She looked like.. a Jotuzon! This Athene person couldn't be her real birth mother, but then again, maybe she could be! Bailey found multiple photos of the couple at a concert, by the lake, on a formal date, and weirdly enough, there were no photos of Bailey as a baby. "Strange.." she thought. But there was more.. she found a photo of Irwin sitting on top of Athene's knees at her full giant size, and another of the giant woman kissing little Irwin on her hands. This is too good to be true! Irwin fell in love with a Jotuzon? Once Bailey connected the dots in her head, it was all starting to make sense!

Bailey couldn't believe it! At this point, her mind had nearly exploded to smithereens, her "Twilight Zone" fantasies were coming true! "My mom was an alien!.. MY MOM WAS AN ALIEN! And not just an alien, but A GIANT!! And that means I'm a giant too! I finally know who I am!" Bailey squealed at the top of her lungs and hugged her girlfriend with tears of joy. She finally found her place in the universe, as one of the Jotuzons! Bailey's giant form was her true form all along. She wasn't a human who became a Jotuzon, she was a Jotuzon who spent 15 years of her life hiding as a human!

But what now? She knew that her dad tried everything to protect her, especially from major alien paranoia. He tried to give her a normal life, but now the truth of the Jotuzons' existence is much too large to kept hidden, especially in the times she was living in. Her true heritage is not something that should be kept under wraps anymore. Even worse, no one knew what happened to her mother. Poor little Bailey was stranded here, on Earth, for 15 years, but now, even in her tiny little human form, she can show off a little pride in her true half-Jotuzon heritage, and the best part, she has a loving Jotuzon girlfriend who can help reconnect her with her lost heritage. She may be figuring it all out for herself, but hiding her identity is not something Bailey will resort to. At long last, it's about time people recognize her for who she truly is: a Jotuzon!

[tempsite]

Assalamualaikum Sheera. Do you still remember me, and my heart? Are you still here, visiting my lonely words sometimes? Do you still write for/to me? Am I still someone dear in your life? And most importantly, does my name still appear in your prayers? Do you talk to Allah about me, these days? What if Allah despises me for your crying-a-river tears. May Allah forgive all of my sins.

Sheera, do you miss me?

Are you still single? Or have found a cute man somewhere and fell for him? Has he came to meet your parents yet? He brought you a ring?

Wallahi I'll be happy if Allah finally sent down the right man for you to marry to. Of course I'll cry first. But turns into happy tears insya Allah. Wallahi Sheera is the kindest person she deserves all the goodness in this whole world.

Would you ask for me later in Heaven? Would you still remember my name and request from Allah to save and take me out of the Hellfire? I believe Sheera will live her eternal life with her beloved ones. Can you include me to be one of them as well?

This strange world is a lonely place without you.

الأرواح جنود مجندة فما تعارف منها ائتلف و ما تناكر منها اختلف.

Are you familiar with this hadith? I wonder if our souls were already in love with each other long before we were born. That's why it wasn't hard to fall in love with you again this time. You know my social circle. It was never easy to get along with anyone but miraculously I did when I found you, alhamdulillah. I still love you Sheera and will forever love you insya Allah.

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Today is another date to celebrate your birthday. Or maybe tomorrow, I'm not sure since both physical and online calendar show different numbers. But definitely it's already Zulkaedah. Did you get to fast six days in Syawal? I'm sure you know that I'm always proud of you.

How's your health? Your back especially. Any pain anywhere? Did anyone else hurt you, other than me? Can Sheera reserve the "tumbuk nanti" for only me, please? I would actually want to reserve all of our inside jokes, but I'm aware that would be unfair for you to make it exclusive. Sheera has a good sense of humour she's so funny it's impossible for anyone to be bored talking to her.

How did you celebrate your birthday last month? Anyone treated you for a meal? I truly apologise that I didn't get to properly wish you. What else to prepare you any gift. But you know I always pray for you, right Sheera? Just a year older (actually she's forever a baby) but a lot wiser insya Allah. You're a blessing to everyone around you alhamdulillah.

Pray on time. Read and recite alQuran every day. Obey your parents, never raise your voice on them. Attend more kuliah. Join more running events (?). Continuously praying for our brothers and sisters worldwide, Palestine especially. Give out charity as simple as smiling to everyone. Help the people in need. Make istighfar and selawat a habit. Restrain your anger. Try your best to forgive others. Keep your promises (don't be like me).

Get enough bedtime with good quality of sleep. Fluff up your pillow for better comfort. Eat on time with real meals, not sandwiches not biscuits. Never try to prove your super power by carrying/lifting anything heavy. Yes no doubt you're the strongest but let's just keep it to yourself please. Poor the spine. Make peace with all kind of medicines, don't hate them again. Sheera please stop smoking and vaping. Haha I miss you and those dark jokes.

May Allah always protect my Sheera 24/7, make your heart, soul and body be steadfast in Islam. Increase your iman and taqwa every day. And may Allah grant all of your prayers Sheera.

Have a blessed Friday.

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I miss you still. Alhamdulillah.

[thesidestoaconflict]

Middle Ground: Chapter 1

The Starting Line 2686 words

First Chapter (You're here!) Next Chapter

“Hilda!”

The invention of the pokeball is credited as being in the Johto region, as recently as just over 200 years ago, though it was not imported to regions outside of that landmass (Johto, Hoenn, Kanto, Sinnoh), until some hundred years later. By this point…

“Hilda, come downstairs, your dad’s calling!”

…the usage of apricorns as a primary ingredient had already started to decline in favour of more synthetic materials. Especially as apricorns themselves began to diversify, making creation of traditional red coated pokeballs difficult, however…

“Hilda! Now!”

…There remains a select few, mostly residing in the Johto region, though a notable craftsman lives in Galar, too, who still create pokeballs using traditional methods. Though I am not able to share the method, as it is a traditional family technique, and I’m sure fellow poke-ball enthusiasts will understand why such a thing is precious to me, it does sadden me greatly to see the rapid decline in appreciation for traditionally crafted pokeballs. This does not mean to say that pokeballs made with synthetic materials by corporations such as Silph Co. are at all inferior; not at all, their functions are…

Her bedroom door bursting open, revealing her exasperated mother, was what finally convinced Hilda Mahelona to close her copy of The Heart of Hiwada- The Mystery of PokeBalls by Gantetsu Waguri and look up at her mother.

“Hilda. It’s your birthday. Are you really not going to come down? Your dad sent over some interesting looking parcels for you!” Hilda’s mom, Katherine, “Plus, your brother’s just shown up, and your friends are coming over soon.”

“Okay, okay… I will.” Hilda sighed, lamenting over having to stop mid-chapter, and finally clambering out from under her covers, “I’ll be down in a sec. Gonna get dressed, first.”

“You got it, sweetie.” Smiled her mom, disappearing out of the room, and Hilda heard her descending the stairs soon after.

As much as she wanted to just pick her book back up, Hilda knew she’d just get completely absorbed in it again, and probably not realise how much time was passing until her mom came to get her again.

Most sixteen-year-olds would be bouncing off the walls on their birthday. And though her mom, dad, and brother always went all-out for birthdays, Hilda wasn’t especially interested in them what-so-ever. Too much hassle.

It was nice that Cheren and Bianca were coming round, though. Even if she’d have to endure their playful teasing about how she wasn’t a baby anymore. That was what happened when you were the youngest in the group, she supposed.

Still, she knew the pair of them were in cahoots with her parents for some kind of birthday surprise. She’d been suspicious of them for ages. But especially since Bianca had sent a message to their group message, and then promptly deleted it after panic-blocking Hilda’s number and a bunch of other silly things she rapidly had apologised for. It was cute. But more importantly: Hilda was on to them.

With her komala-themed pajamas swapped for a fashionable white turtleneck, black tailcoat, and stressed jeans covered in her doodles, she finished the look with all her favourite loom-bandz bracelets and headed downstairs, where the house phone was placed almost immediately in her hand, and her dad’s voice sounded through the receiver.

“Happy birthday, daughter of mine!” he exclaimed, and she could hear his comfey chittering away to emphasise the wishes, “How many pages did you read in the last hour?”

“Hm… about two hundred?” she hummed, balancing the phone between her head and shoulder, so she could use her free hands to grab and eat an orange for breakfast, “How’re you doing, dad?”

“Good. Not much progress on the wormhole biz, but no bother. Went out with my colleagues for dinner yesterday, to some cute diner on Melemele. It was great, you’d love it.”

“Promise to take me when I next come to see you?” she asked, throwing an orange seed at her brother, who was watching TV across the downstairs room, in the lounge area of the open space, “What kinda stuff did they have?”

“Lot of good old traditional Alolan recipes. The owner’s daughter works there, she’s working toward becoming a Trial Captain. She made this thing using those massive radishes that grow on Poni island… they were like those mochi you get in Kanto, or those fancy bodegas… Crazy that she made something like that from those spicy things!”

“Man, wow! They sound great.”

“They were! Speaking of great… Have you opened any of your presents?”

“No, not yet, I only just got downstairs.”

Her dad gave a hearty laugh, and he started pestering her to go open her presents, which she eventually did, promising to call him on the X-Transceiver in the evening, as she signed off the phone.

The very second the landline clicked back into place on the wall, her older brother- Hilbert- grabbed Hilda from behind and lifted her off the floor in a tight hug, though he had to put her down quickly; despite his three-year age advantage, they were about the same height.

“You’re catching up to me!” he exclaimed, teasing, “You’re how old, seven?”

“Try sixteen,” she retorted with a grin, shoving his shoulder and crouching down to pet one of his three deerling- the other two were happily snoozing by the TV in the living room, “Bet I’ll be taller than you, though!”

Hilbert scoffed, “As if!”

“Even if I don’t end up taller…” she scooped up his deerling and took off suddenly toward the living room, “Bet I can ruin you in Smash!”

“Slow down! You can’t even try beat me if I’m not there to fight.” Hilbert replied, purposefully walking as slowly as he could without losing his balance, as their mom rolled her eyes.

Hilda jeered her brother as he inched over, “That’d count as a forfeit in a pokemon battle, y’know.”

“Smash and battles are very different, dear sister.” Hilbert retorted smugly, as he threw himself down on the couch next to her, “Not that you’d know, not being a trainer.”

“Boo… Buzzkill.” She stuck her tongue out, purposefully giving him the wii remote with a faulty senser and an A button that only responded half the time, “I bet I’d beat you in a pokemon battle, too.”

“Go catch a pokemon and battle me, then.”

A few quick rounds of smash bros later (the siblings being at a perpetual tie), they ended up having to stop at the sound of the doorbell.

Hilda kept the good wiimote in her hand as she leapt over the back of the couch and hurried to the front door.

Her two best friends were waiting there, Cheren holding a rectangular package that he was clearly struggling with the weight of, despite how he tried to hide his plight, and Bianca carrying a cute glittery gift bag with the price sticker still attached.

Hilda all but dragged them inside as her friends tried to get out ‘happy birthday!’s, but were cut short by the hug she pulled them into.

She intentionally stood between Cheren and the dinner table so that he had to keep holding onto the heavy gift in his arms, talking to him as she watched him realise exactly what she was doing.

Every slight shift to the side he made, Hilda would mirror, and she felt a smug grin stretch across her face as Cheren’s grimace grew.

Bianca was drinking a glass of apple juice that Hilda’s mom had poured her, as she watched.

After a solid three minutes of inching side-to-side, Cheren made a sudden step left, which Hilda copied, but then he threw himself rightward and slammed the thing down on the dinner table.

“Augh, damn it!” Hilda exclaimed, “Fine. You win this time, Ohashi.”

“Pulling out the surnames?” Cheren responded, feigning shock, “And here I thought you were the type to lose with grace.”

“As if!” Hilda exclaimed, grabbing him around the middle and attempting to hoist him off the ground as he yelled out in surprise. She only succeeded by an inch or so. “Take that, fiend! I’ll never yield!”

She did have to put him down quickly though, not being especially physically strong either.

“Are you two done?” Hilbert appeared from the living room, covertly swiping the wii remote that Hilda had put down on the table before lifting Cheren into the air and replacing it with the faulty one, “I believe Hilly has some presents to open.”

Hilda felt heat rise into her face. That was another reason she didn’t find birthdays especially exciting. She liked getting stuff- who didn’t?- but opening presents around other people felt weird. She didn’t like the spotlight at the best of times- literally; one time she and her friends had decided to sign up for the school musical and Hilda was so terrified of the spotlight she made herself sick enough that she didn’t attend a single rehearsal. She didn’t even have a named role. Just a member of the chorus.

But that nervousness- unusual for her- was always there during times like this.

It didn’t help that she always felt inexplicably guilty for getting things. Even though it was her birthday, and people typically get given gifts on their birthday. And Hilda always got her friends and family the best presents she could for their birthdays. It still felt weird.

She wondered if they all felt like that too, and if they were just better at hiding it than she felt she was.

Still, she’d be lying if she said she completely, totally hated it.

Getting things was always nice.

Especially when those things included a giant set of loom bandz (curtesy of Bianca), a huge, heavy book on Unovan Myths and Legends- a recent edition, and signed by the author (the thing Cheren had been struggling to carry), a shirt that read NAME’s LUCKY FISHING SHIRT, with a lineart print of a basculin, and a beautiful aquamarine crystal (from her dad, so the crystal was surely more than just something pretty), a baseball cap that read NO. 1 DAD (an excellent choice from Hilbert, and she put it on immediately), a set of bright (really bright) pink shoelaces, more loom bandz, three mystery packs of sillybandz, and oddly enough, a camping set and a private link to the Cyberspace Bag System, from her mom, though she knew her dad would have pitched in especially for the latter two.

When Hilda glanced over at Cheren and Bianca, who seemed equally bewildered by the camping stuff; Hilda wasn’t opposed to going outdoors or getting muddy or anything like that, but she was definitely more of a bookworm, and if given free choice of any activity, probably wouldn’t choose to camp of all things…

Unless…

Her mom and brother shared a knowing glance, before leaving the living room to the three bewildered sixteen-year-olds.

They heard the front door open and close, as Hilda’s family left to go somewhere, and all sat in silence for a moment.

“What’s going on?” Hilda demanded, “Do you two know anything?”

“Nope. My parents were acting weird when I set out, though…” Cheren mused, “You have any ideas, Bianca?”

“None…” she sighed, leaning back, “Come to think of it, my mom was also acting kinda suspicious. I wonder if they’ve all planned something together.”

Hilda shrugged, and tossed each of her friends a pack of sillybandz to open while they waited, and they compared each of the bands they got once they had.

Even then, Hilda’s mom hadn’t returned, so Hilda dug out a third, even worse wiimote from the cupboard, and scrambled all three of them on the coffee table before handing them out to her friends so they could play Smash, since it was still on the pause screen she and Hilbert had left it on.

Two rounds later (both won by Bianca, an absolute monster at Smash Bros, even with the most broken of the wiimotes), and Hilda’s mom and brother finally returned.

Her mom was carrying a delicate looking blue box, and her brother had a smaller, but evidently just as precious package in his hands.

The packages were brought through to the living room, and placed on the coffee table in front of the trio of friends.

“So. Hilda. Cheren. Bianca.” Hilda’s mom said, sitting down on the armchair below the windowsill, and Hilbert perched on the armrest of the larger sofa, “Your parents and Keoni and I… we all decided that now that you’re all sixteen, and that you’ve all expressed interest… it would be nice for you to all become Pokemon Trainers at the same time.”

Hilda, on the left of the sofa, felt Bianca- in the middle- stiffen, and she felt her own heart thudding in her throat.

“So, we all spoke with Professor Juniper… and, well…” she lifted the lid off the blue box, “She has agreed to give you all a starting pokemon and a PokeDex. I also believe she has an important task she wants to entrust to you all, if you’ll accept it.”

Inside the box, resting on a soft cushion, were three PokeBalls.

Hilda glanced over at her friends- Bianca had the biggest smile on her face, practically vibrating with happiness, and Cheren’s hands were pressed over his mouth- and he honestly looked like he might simultaneously start screaming with joy and crying at the same time.

“Of course,” Hilbert piped up, “You all should meet your new partners before picking one, yes?”

Then he grinned.

“Unless… you don’t want them?”

Hilda leapt out of her seat and yelled at him, “Don’t even say that, oh my GOD!” she let out a breathy laugh, “Mom, are you serious?!”

“Of course, I am, sweetheart. You’re so fascinated by pokemon, you always have been. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to go out and learn first-hand, alongside your books?”

Hilda sank back into her seat. Yes, yes it absolutely would. But what would she even do on a journey? Challenge Gyms? Try out the musical in Nimbasa? Totally geek out when she got to Nacrene city and never ever leave that library?

Probably all of those and more, come to think of it.

“Mrs Mahelona…” Bianca squeaked out, “I… Are you sure?”

“Of course, dear. Your mom was one of the first of us all to suggest it, actually.”

Bianca’s eyes widened, and she looked shyly over the pokeballs.

“Can… we meet the pokemon?” Cheren asked, very obviously trying to hide his excitement.

Hilbert was the one to grab the three pokeballs. He threw them one by one, introducing each pokemon as he did. Tepig. Snivy. And Oshawott.

And, oh, how adorable they were.

An energetic tepig that could barely sit still. The snivy that kept using vine whip to hoist itself out of the way of the tepig as it ran back and forth. And the oshawott that immediately curled up on the floor for a nap, using the shell that usually rested on its belly as a pillow.

Hilda and her friends were instantly enamoured with all three of them. And she could see them both having difficulty; who would they pick? How could they pick? They all seemed so charming.

She knew exactly which one she wanted, though.

And since both her friends encouraged her to go first- it was her birthday, after all- she had no issue in gently scooping up the snoozing oshawott and dubbing him with a name. Otto.

After some discussion and thinking, Bianca took the energetic little tepig- who she called Blaise- and Cheren took the snivy- who he called Lucian.

And with the pokedexes that Hilbert handed out- which was what had been in the second package… everything was…

Though they were still sat on the comfortable sofa in Hilda’s living room. Though none of them had their shoes on. Though none of them were really dressed for the great outdoors. Though none of them had expected this- even though they had all wished and wished and wished for it.

Everything was different now.

Their journey had already begun.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 12

Jake, MC and Cleo had been in Washington DC for a year now, everything was going so well. They had now put what happened back in duskwood behind them, everything was going so well with the FBI. Cleo had met someone that worked in the same department as her. She had been seeing him for 6 months now, she was really happy with him. MC and Jake had gotten engaged Jake proposed to MC on her birthday he had taken her too Paris and asked for her hand.

Hannah was now locked up on a mental health hospital, the judge said she was unstable and was a risk too the public so she was too stay their. She had tried too reach out too Thomas begging him too take her back. Thomas did reach out too her and told her that is was completely over and that he had met someone new. When Hannah found out she had a complete mental breakdown. The doctors had too give her something too help calm her down, reality had finally kicked in but she knew it was too late.

Lilly came too visit her sister she needed too try and understand why she did what she did, why she felt the way she did about their own brother. Lilly couldn't turn her back on her sister, she felt she needed too stay as Hannah didn't have anyone apart from her.

Jessy tried too reach out too MC apologiesing for how she acted she wanted too try and repair the friendship. MC wrote back and told her that the friendship was over for good. But Jessy just couldn't take no for an answer and would text MC one more time, hoping that she would just hear her out.

Jessy: I will spend the rest of my days saying how sorry I am for what happened, MC you are my best friend and I turned my back on you I am so sorry.

MC: Jessy I already told you I don't want anything too do with you, I've moved on from all of you. I've moved on from duskwood I am happy in my new life please stop texting me.

Dan had gotten a job working at the aroura, Phil decided too give him a second chance. They too tried reaching out too MC but to no avail they too got a go too hell text back.

Jake's POV

It's been a crazy year moving out too Washington DC, working for the FBI, asking MC too marry me. We have just wrapped up a big case, and now I am planning a surprise vacation for MC we both need it after this year.

I still look back too that night in Paris and I got down on one knee and asked her too marry me. She was so happy she wrapped her arms around me before I had a chance too put the ring on her finger.

MCs POV

I never thought it was possible too be this happy, I have never been so in love before Jake is my everything. Now that we have wrapped up this big case I to have a surprise for him, I haven't been feeling all that good this past couple weeks, so I went too the doctor's and they confirmed it. I am so happy I can't wait too tell Jake the news, when I get home I see him stood in the kitchen making dinner.

I walk over too him wrapping my arms around his waist, kissing his neck he smells so good damn good.

MC: I love you Jake

Jake: I love you MC, you seem awfully happy what's up?

MC: well, remember when I said I hadn't been feeling great

Jake: yeah I remember, what did the doctor say?

MC: Jake, I'm pregnant

Jake: what! That's amazing news

Jake picked MC up spinning her around and kissing her, they both held each other close and kissed each other.

9 months later

MC had given birth too a baby girl they had called her Becky, she was a beautiful little girl. Jake absolutely loved his little girl always making sure she was happy, he would even get up in the night if she cried.

MC: I love you Jake

Jake: I love you MC, and our beautiful little girl

They both had more than they could ever ask for, a beautiful little girl, an amazing job and most importantly they had each other.

The End

[redheadjustin]

Hey I want to know if you can do a head Cannon for Sam Uley saving and imprinting a demigod son of Jupiter

WARNING!!!! this contains a lot of cussing and coarse language. this is becase i wrote this in a sad and angry mood. so anyone under 13 should not read this. 

Oh, how you hated your life and how the fates had shaped it. You were born Y/N Y/L/N in California. You knew from a very young age you were the son of Jupiter, the king of the Roman gods, God of Honor, Justice and Lightning and Lord of the Sky. It pained you that while he loved you and spoke to you as you grew up he wasn’t around much. But, you did see your Godly siblings more often and they expressed how much they thought you should grow up with them, yes even Diana.

Your father had a one night stand with your mother just as she started college. Your mother was a child of Athena and passed her smarts on to you. Your mother heavily abused you growing up. You see, Jupiter had been spending most of his spare time as a mortal and was your mother’s best friend. She never knew your father was Zeus’ other half until later. They both got drunk and well, it doesn't take the Goddess of wisdom to figure out what happened.

When your mother told Jupiter about the pregnancy he came clean and well, it wasn’t pretty. He didn’t know Your mother was the demiGod child of Minerva’s Greek counterpart exactly but did suspect she was a demiGod. He just didn’t know which pantheon your mother was descended from.

Minerva and Athena weren’t pleased. Minerva wasn’t pleased because Jupiter had put her in conflict with Athena. And Athena Was pissed that A ROMAN GOD had dared to have sex with a GREEK demigod and more importantly HER daughter.

So, while your mother wanted to have an abortion, she  couldn’t as you were the child of the king of the Roman gods and well, she didn’t want to spend her afterlife in the felids of punishment. So, while she wasn’t told to carry you to term she knew that it was in her best interest and carry you she did.

You were a very quiet baby. You hardly ever cried. But, your mother hated You because of who your father was. You had his electric blue eyes and his curly hair and your face was just Jupiter’s but on a younger body. You were a very compassionate child. You were known around the neighborhood as the kid to go to if they needed a shoulder to cry on. Yet another thing your mother hated about you.

The abuse didn’t start till you were seven. It was…hard for your mother to resume her schooling after your birth. Your father made sure your mom had MORE than enough money to live at Camp Jupiter and to spoil you rotten. But as you grew up she was more and more reminded of how your father USED to be her best friend and pretended to be human and it drove her insane. You were Truly your fathers son and She heavily resented how her life had turned out.

On your seventh birthday your mom had enough and snapped. It was after dinner and you accidentally shot lighting. Your mom went ballistic. By the time it was over you were a bloody mess and too tired to pray to your father or godly siblings for help. And it only got worse as the years went one.

It was when you were seventeen Jupiter found out about your mother’s treatment of you. To say he was pissed would be an understatement.  He flashed in and stopped yet another beating and you cried tears of joy. But, your father knew a place where you’ll find love and happiness and you’d be the company of other supernatural creatures.

“My child, I’m sorry for not noticing sooner. I’ll take care of your mother and I know a place for you to go to heal my Child.” Your father said with a sadness you were unused to hearing in a God’s voice. Your father went on to tell you about Forks, Washington. And more specifically the Reservation.

So that’s how you found yourself moving into one of the nicer houses on the Quileute reservation with help from Mercury. You smiled as Your older, Godly brother set the last thing in your bedroom as he also helped unpack. “There you go little brother! Take care of yourself, Yeah?” The messenger God said with a fond smile ruffling your hair before leaving. While you didn’t want to keep your brother away from his Godly duties, you were exceptionally lonely. What you didn’t know was soon you’d find your mate and he would catch you up on seventeen years of love.

It was during a walk through the woods when you met a giant black wolf. You smiled as you knew about the shifter packs of the world and were told of a pack of wolf shifters in Forks by your father as he dropped you off. You wanted nothing to do with the supernatural world. You would TRY to stay away from the wolfpack and you sure as Hades were gonna stay away from the vampires. But, the fucking fates would not LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE. You were starting to know how Percey felt.

When your eyes met you knew. You knew that your mate was the black wolf. Were you shocked? Yes. Did it bother you? No. Why would it? You were the son of the King of the Roman Gods and were trained from the moment you were able to stand to kill monsters that the entire world thought were myths for Zeus’ Sake!!

The Love you felt for Sam was instant. You saw yourself with him for the rest of your life. You even saw yourself turning down the opportunity to become a God unless Sam and his pack were offered immortality. You have been around Apollo enough to know that these were possible futures. But, you didn’t care.

The pack strangely Looked at you as more of a little brother than their Alpha’s mate. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. They are hugely protective of you and will destroy anyone that even looks like they would harm you. Eventually they understand that while they can protect you, you were raised to fight the supernatural and your scent will draw monsters to you and it’s your job to kill them. They don’t seem happy about it but eventually they get it.

Sam on the other hand wants to storm Olympus and give Jupiter a piece of his mind. And ask your uncle Pluto to allow the pack to have some alone time with your mother. He will literally fight an entire army of Titans alone for you.

The most the two of you will do for the first two years of your relationship is cuddle and kiss. You're seventeen when you met the twenty year old Sam. And sam is nothing but a gentleman unlike some others in the pack ( *cough* Paul- man whore- Lahote *cough*) and would never force you into anything ( *cough* Jacob- someone get this boy a hug and tell him he’s good enough- Black*).

Sam is outright murderous when the elders force you to enroll into Forks High School. He Doesn't want you ANYWHERE the Cullens. “Sam, I’ve fought the Goddamn minotaur. I can handle some vampires who are on a vegetarian diet.” your voice is borderline indignant by the time you're done. It wasn't that you thought that Sam was being ridiculous. You just weren’t used to people caring about your safety. The glare that Sam sent you caused a smirk to pop on your face.

Your first day of school in Forks was…fucking intresting. Sam made you go with more than enough firepower to destroy the Cullens ten times over. You thought he was being insane and anael about it. But, well his alpha voice doesn’t work on just the wolves. He told you about all the Cullens gifts and you nearly passed out when you learned about Edward’s ability to read minds. Jacob was quick to defend his imprint and tell you he had absolutely no control over what he heard. You felt sympathy towards the immortal teenager as it was the same way with your lightning when you were younger. You and Sam gave permission for Jacob to tell Edward about your past and lineage as to not give him a heart attack or the vampire equivalent of one.

As it turned out you had most of your classes with Edward. The bronze haired vampire took to you like a duck to water. He felt you were a kindred spirit and knew most of his struggles. You struggle to let your mate love you. You have self hate issues and your family is…volatile.

The cullens are the only vampires you like. Well, it’s more like begrudging respect for Bella. You eventually tell The Cullens of the only other experience of vampires you had. It was your first quest and you were sent with your two best friends. Your mission was to assess if the vampire conley that had been established near New Rome was dangerous. It was supposed to be a diplomatic mission. Or it was until two newborn vampires had a bad reaction to your friend's demiGod blood. It became a battle. For some reason your grief over seeing your friends die in front of you sent the vampires feral. You still had the scars. You used your powers and killed ALL the vampires with your lighting. That’s why you hated Vampires except the Cullens. Sam knew that’s why he nearly had an aneurysm over the elder forcing you to go to Forks high.

Your life was looking up. You had Sam, the Pack and Cullens to help you heal. Plus, the occasional visit from your Godly family helped too. You were told of Victoria but stayed out of it at Sam’s begging. He knew you were capable but he believed you were in no condition mentaly to be involved in what was quickly becoming a war. You mostly agreed to that line of thinking. You weren’t in the state of mind to fight a GODLY war. But this wasn’t a Godly war. This was a vampire war and you would stay out of it until someone forced your hand.

and , Oh Boy! Force your hand they did. It was after Harry Clearwater died. You hated that Leah was a part of the pack now as she believed that Sam chose you over her. But, it broke your heart when Seth joined. He was the youngest but he still felt like an older brother. Unlike others in the pack, Seth and Leah had the perfect childhood. Loving parents, good food, a roof, a mother who cared and a father who knew what it was to be a shifter but also put his family first. Their childhood was everything yours wasn’t and you were pissed.

You were sitting at the beach. You were angry. Not at Sam, the pack, the Cullens or your Godly family. No, you were pissed at the fates and Victoria. You were pissed at the fates as they forced another child to become a soldier and grow up far sooner than he needed to. You were pissed at Victoria because she was being petty. She was after Bella because her mate was killed for going after Bella before she was a vampire and still with Edward. You thought you were done with petty nonsense when you moved here. That you didn’t have to watch those you deserve better suffer any more. But you were worng and it Pissed you the Hell off. You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you until you felt a presence behind you. You knew who it was and as your eyes darkened storm clouds gathered.

“I thought by Killing the old man would get the mutts to back off. Maybe killing the alpha’s mate will, hm?” Victoria asked with a condescending tone. You stood up as the clouds started to charge with electricity. “You are fucking with the wrong pack you redheaded bitch. You are messing with the son of the king of the Roman Gods. and you have pissed me the fuck off. So, since you think Harry’s death was a warning. I’ll give you one.” Your eyes started shining with white specs of lighting. Lightning struck the ocean behind you. Victoria’s red eyes widened with fear as you made lightning strike right in front of her. After that, she dashed away. You were in the game now, no matter what Sam said.

Sam was not pleased but allowed you to join the battle. You waited in the clearing with your full Roman battle armor on and your sword waiting. As the army of Newborn vampires rushed to you, the wolves and the Cullens you stood in the eye of the storm as you saw a clear path to victoria. You placed a kiss on Sam’s forehead before he and the pack, minus Seth rushed to meet the newborns in the battle.

As you stalked to Victoria you sent lightning to random newborns to help your family. As Victoria saw you aprching true, unadulterated fear shone in her eyes. You smirked as the red haired vampire rushed to you. You took your sword and chopped her right arm off. You smirked at her scream.

“H-how? O-only other V-v-vampires can-” You enjoyed her stuttering and fear but you wanted to end the battle fast and fall asleep in Sam’s arms. “I told you that you were messing with the son of the king of the Roman Gods’ son’s family. But, you pressed the issue and pissed me off and now you get to see what happens when you mess with Y/N Y/l/N son of Jupiter.” and with that you chopped her head off thus ending the four hundred and seventy something year life of the red haired bitch.

Later that night you lay in bed in Sam’s arms. Sam was playing with your curly hair and you loved it. “...thank you Y/N. For helping us end this mess.” Your smile resembled Apollo’s at that moment. “No problem, love. I ,uh, got a note from my dad today. He wants to invite the pack to dinner on olympus.” You said with hesitation. You just wanted to be left alone but Sam had mentioned that he wanted to meet the Godly side of your family. And it was hard to say no to Sam. “Good.  Just tell me when my darling boy and we’ll all go. And Y/N? You're not fighting another battle. I’ll fight them for you.” You smiled as the alpha wolf kissed your forehead. When you first came to Forks you didn’t believe you deserve a mate but now, you wondered how you ever thought otherwise. Because you and Sam were perfect.

[i-am-baechu]

Masterlist:

Mature themes - | ♞ | 

Angst - | ♚ |

Fluff - | ♛ | 

Comedy - | ♜ |

Social Media Au - | ✆ |

Completed - | ♟ |

Series: 

Little Mix’s Mixtape | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ |

Welcome to Little Mix’s Mixtape. Eight different stories inspired by eight different songs. Heartbreak, mystery, sex, infidelity, pettiness and becoming one self, what more can you want from a story? 

Bangtan Anime | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ | | ♜ |

Reality sucks. When the world glitches and creates different versions of itself, Bangtan Anime is created. Eight different worlds with eight different storylines. So much can happen in these stories; sex, romance, magic and so much more. Let’s find out what happens, shall we! ~

The Legendary Seven | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ | | ♜ |

"The legendary seven, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and shit head (Jeon Jungkook). The top students and the wealthiest, they always mean trouble."

One Shots:

The Darkness Within 

Drabbles:

Lies

Crush Culture

Brothers

New Beginnings

Once In A Lifetime

Sticky

Series: 

The People’s Princess | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ |  | ♟ |

Summary: “I, Y/N L/N, take thee Seokjin, to my wedded husband. To have and hold. From this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, to cherish and to…to obey. Till death do us part…”    

She looked at the man she barely knew for a month with an emotionless look. She turned towards her family to be met with sorrowful looks. This day was supposed to be the most beautiful day, a moment in a woman’s life that signified a new chapter. A chapter that she no longer wants if he was part of the story.

One Shots:

In Your Light 

Ice Princess

Already Mine

Spice

Drabbles: 

“Promise” 

“Strawberry Fields”

"Tee Shirt"

"My Sun"

"My Fisherman"

"Welcome Home"

Series: 

The People’s Princess | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ | | ♟ |

Wishes | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ |

Summary: After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression that quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? 

One shots: 

Geronimo

Heart Attack 

Eyes On Me

Bad Boy ( Deleted Scene )

Drabbles: 

“Happy New Years” 

“The CEO’s Day Off”

"Loveable"

"Timezone"

"Mr. Cold"

"My Melody"

Series:

| None Yet |

One shots:

Oh, Oh It’s Magic 

Eternity 

I See You!

Drabbles:

“Happy birthday!” 

“The First Date”

“Selfish”

"Letters To You"

"Wish You The Best"

Series:

| None Yet |

One shots:

Promise

Baby Come To Me

Scientist

Passenger

Drabbles:

“Kim Y/N”

“Traditions”

“Brand New”

"Baby Daddy" ( Part Two )

"My Flower"

Series: 

| None Yet |

One shots: 

Human 

Double Trouble 

Spiral

Danger!

Drabbles: 

“Anything will be alright” 

“My Everything”

“Lose You”

"Salty & Sweet"

"Photograph"

Series:

That Irish Barista (M) | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ | | ♜ |

Summary: “Did you just ask me if I sell coffee in a fucking coffee shop?” And with that, Taehyung was smitten by the Barista in the crazy flower sweater vest. Friendships will form but most importantly Taehyung will finally meet his soulmate. 

One shots:

My Favorite Muffin

The Way To Me: I  II III

Not About Angels

Drabbles:

“My muffin”

“Holiday”

"Forever Here"

"Amar Pelos Dois"

“Trust”

Series:

I Fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan |  | ♞ | | ♚ || ♛ || ♜ || ✆ | | ♟ |

His Fan Girl | ♞ | | ♚ || ♛ || ♜ || ✆ |

Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

One shots:

As You Wish

Perfect Love

In The Lonely Hour

Drabbles:

“Heart filter”

“One Day”

"I Need You"

"The Boxer's Girlfriend"

"Peek-A-Boo"

‘ Girl Groups ‘ (Coming Soon)

‘ Other Fandoms ‘ (Coming Soon)

[cooliogirl101]

At first I couldn’t see Hisana/Gin as anything more than platonic frenemies but after some deep mulling i.e. fever dreams in the middle of the night after rereading, I can now conclude that yes. I ship it😔😔They are not what I thought I needed, but here I am, clutching them to my chest, and feeling my heart burn. 😭😭 Do you have any thing more of them in the Naruto AU?

He doesn't recognize her the first time they meet. Why would he? Different reiatsu signature (although here they call it chakra), different body, different face. She doesn't recognize him either, doesn't give him much thought aside from the fact that he's the Hokage's son, and, more importantly, Kushina's baby. She does notice the odd way he twitches at the sound of her name (but then babies always do odd things, don't they?), a movement so subtle she wouldn't have noticed had she not been holding him at the time. 5 year old Uchiha Hisana tells Minato congratulations, tells Kushina she'll be happy to babysit anytime, and that's that.

He doesn't recognize her the second, third, or fourth times they meet either. A few months short of his first birthday however, Kushina (he still doesn't think of her as mother) makes him attend the birthday party of some squealing brat (Satoshi, maybe, or Seiji-- something beginning with S). Ten minutes in and Gin (he still doesn't think of himself as Naruto) is ready to kill someone, maybe multiple someones. The birthday kid is screaming his head off because his big brother got called away for a mission. His screaming has apparently set off a chain reaction because at least three other brats have joined him in the chorus from hell. The Inuzuka kid's dog, apparently agitated from all the screaming, just made a run for it, bowling over a toddler in a trenchcoat (?) in its bid to get away.

To trenchcoat kid's credit though, at least he doesn't start crying like everyone else. No, he just sits down on the ground, cradling something in his hands, unnoticed in the chaos around him.

Or maybe not completely unnoticed.

Gin watches as Uchiha Hisana heads over to him, leaning down to whisper a few words in his ear. After a few seconds, the kid allows her to help him up and lead him away to a more secluded spot. Faintly curious despite himself, Gin follows them, hiding himself behind a bush.

"--shh, it's okay, see? I'm just taking away its pain, so it's not hurting," Uchiha Hisana says reassuringly to the kid-- an Aburame, Gin realizes. There's a kikachu on the ground in front of them, part of its shell crushed and several legs broken.

"...'ll be okay?" The Aburame kid asks quietly, still staring down at the injured kikachu. Hisana's expression softens.

"Yes," she promises. "Full recovery."

Gin watches as her hands light up with a familiar green glow, feeling an odd tightening sensation in his chest. He knows he's being irrational, that it's impossible for her to be-- that she can't be-- and yet.

And yet.

There's only one healer he knows who takes the time and effort to always start off by relieving her patients' pain. And only one healer he knows who'd take the time and effort to treat something as insignificant as an insect.

He waits until after she hands the insect, good as new, back to the Aburame boy, before stepping out from behind the bushes.

"Oh!" She says, surprised. "Naruto-kun, what are you--"

"Hisana?" He interrupts her, watching her intently for-- for some sign. Some sign that she could be--

She stops as she takes him in. Goes still. He watches her eyes widen, her mouth parting slightly in shock, trying desperately to ignore the tight sensation in his chest that feels increasingly like hope, as--

"Gin?"

~~

"How did ya know?" He asked her later. "That it was me, I mean."

Hisana huffed a laugh, tilting her head up towards the sky.

"No one else has ever looked at me the way you do," she said wryly. "It's hard to forget." She glanced back at him. "What about you? How did you recognize me?"

"Who else would go ta all that trouble of savin' a bug, just ta make some brat feel better?" He shrugged. "Never understood how ya survived the Rukongai goin' out of your way to help every sob story ya came across."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hisana waved him off. "Too soft to survive the Rukongai. Too soft to be a shinigami. And now, too soft to be a ninja," she mocked. "Well, I seem to have made it just fine, haven't I?"

"Remind me again, how many times have ya died?" He asked.

"Seeing as you're here, how many times have you?" She retorted. Gin paused.

"Fair enough." He smiled to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "So, what happens now?"

Hisana raised her eyebrows.

"What happens now? What happens is that I go back to my clan compound, I work on figuring out this whole ninja thing, and I try to knock some social skills into my socially inept cousins. You go back to your happy toddler life, or whatever the hell you were doing before you found me. Given that we live on opposite sides of the city, we'll probably barely see each other and with any luck, we'll never have to work together professionally in the future. We mutually agree to forgive and forget all the times we tried to kill each other, and decide to become distant former acquaintances instead. That's what's gonna happen."

Gin smiled, eyes squinting closed.

"Of course, Hisana-chan. Whatever you want."

~~The very next day~~

"What do you mean the Hokage assigned me to be your personal tutor?!"

(I love Byakuya/Hisana very much, but I have to admit Gin/Hisana is my guilty pleasure)

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Teenagers Part 3

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 2 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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You watched with a smile as Regulus put on your locket. Marlene and Lily were both saying “aw” quietly. Marlene leaned over and hugged you.

“He took the bait. That right there shows that he’s interested. You claimed him as your own. There is no way that he will bother with other girls with your necklace around his neck. It's a lovely locket.”

You nodded.

“My father gave it to me for my fifth birthday. It's kind of a big deal because I haven’t taken it off much at all.”

Lily had to agree with that comment. She hadn’t seen you take the locket off in all of the years that she had known you.

“She’s right, Marlene and so are you. This is a huge deal. Regulus just walked into this little trap with absolutely no shame on his face. Evan looked as surprised as we did. Now, let's go down to the quidditch pitch. We need to pray that James and Regulus don’t kill each other.”

You groaned, having a feeling that James was onto your little crush on Regulus. He was keeping an extra close eye on you already. You knew that your brother was going to go mad when he found out that you were dating his rival.

“Merlin, I hope not.

You said before quickly standing up.

Walking down the pitch, you couldn’t help but internally gloat over how eager Regulus seemed to be to put your locket on. He did it without hesitating. There didn’t even seem to be a thought in his head about putting on a female piece of jewelry. It was yours and that was all that mattered to Regulus.

“Potter! Hey, Potter!”

You were pulled from your thoughts by someone hissing your name. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Evan standing behind a tree motioning you over. Both Marlene and Lily were giving him wary expressions. Neither girl trusted Evan Rosier and with good reason. You didn’t like Evan. He was conceited, crass, and most importantly his family was a bunch of dark wizards.

“Don’t go, Y/n.”

Lily begged. You gently patted her hand.

“He’s friends with Regulus. I think Evan is smart enough to know if he messes with me, Regulus will deal with him.”

“We are waiting right here.”

Marlene replied, shooting Evan a glare. You silently agreed to these terms. There was no way that Marlene nor Lily would leave you alone.

You walked over to the tree where Evan stood with a smile on his face. Had he not been such a creep, he may have been mildly attractive.

“Hi Evan, what can I do for you?”

Evan grinned.

“I have something for you from Regulus. Obviously, he’s a bit occupied right now but he asked me to give you this. Since you claimed him this morning with the locket, he decided to turn around and claim you right back. Hold your hand out.”

You did as you were told with a frown on your face. Evan put something in your hand before smiling again.

“I’m sure he would prefer me to do some grand display but I don’t do that. Enjoy, little one.”

You looked down at your palm and there laid Regulus’ ring with the Black family crest on it. Blinking a few times, your eyes widened. You had never seen Regulus without that ring on.

“Oh wow.”

You muttered with a smile. Evan nodded.

“All of his cutesy stuff makes me want to barf but I think that you two will be good for each other. I was going to do some crazy thing like getting down on my knees and giving it to you but we both know that I don’t play those games. Regulus also asked me to tell you to meet him at the astronomy tower tonight.”

You looked up at Evan with a scowl.

“Neither does Regulus. He would have kicked you if you had done that.”

Evan chuckled.

“We know the boy well. Anyhow, I have a match to get to. Cheers.”

Evan walked off with a small smile on his face. He knew that when James Potter found out about the relationship that his brother was in all hell would break loose. Evan didn’t care. He was looking for a reason to get into a fight with Potter and his weird friends and this would be the perfect one.

You, meanwhile, were still looking down at Regulus’ ring when Lily and Marlene walked over.

“What did he want?”

Lily questioned. You motioned down to ring. Both Lily and Marlene’s mouths dropped.

“That’s Regulus’ family ring.”

Marlene managed to choke out. This was a huge deal!

“He turned around and claimed you back.”

Lily commented as you slipped the ring onto your left hand. It was a little big but made it easier to turn around. The last thing that you wanted, at the time being, was for James and especially Sirius to see what was on your hand. Sirius would probably faint on the floor. You didn’t even want to think about James’ reaction.

“He did and I am not the least bit offended by it.”

Lily grinned.

“I’m sorry but this is adorable. I should be worried given how the Black family is but you’re happy and I love seeing you happy. Regulus is actually showing that he has a heart.”

You nodded.

“He does, Lily. He’s so sweet. Under all of the angst and coldness that he shows on the outside, Regulus is so nice on the inside. He’s everything that I want.”

Marlene and Lily exchanged smiles. Neither had ever seen you this happy over a boy before. You were the one who was sensible when it came to love. Now you were becoming giddy and smiling over everything..it was precious.

“You deserve this.”

Lily replied warmly. Her smile faded as she saw James walking down with his teammates.

“I’m sorry to ruin the moment but here comes your brother.”

Your eyes widened as you turned the ring around and shoved your hand in your pocket as James stopped.

“What are you three doing here? I figured that you lot would be with Sirius, Remus, and Peter.”

Lily quickly came in.

“We are on our way down. I had to go back to the common room to get my scarf.”

James didn’t question Lily’s white lie.

“Darling, I figured you of all people would be prepared. Come on, you all have to watch me beat baby Regulus Black and his team of goons into the ground. I want to wipe that smug smirk right off of his face.”

You quickly pressed your lips together as Marlene rolled her eyes over to you. Lily faked a smile.

“James, it's a good idea to not get too cocky. Come on now, let's get going.”

You sat on the edge of your seat throughout the match watching Regulus and James purposely beat the crap out of each other. You shook your head a few times leaning over to Lily.

“Can we talk about the level of petty that we are witnessing?”

Lily rolled her eyes too.

“You aren’t kidding.”

If you didn’t know better, you would think that James was already aware that you were dating Regulus. You wouldn’t have been at all surprised if James was yelling “baby Black” at Regulus to mess with him even more.

Your eyes were locked on Regulus as he finally lost his temper and went after James.

Reg, don’t.

You thought. Things were about to be a shit show!

“Y/n, what is that on your hand?”

You were pulled from your thoughts by Remus’ soft voice. Feeling your eyes widen, you realized that your left hand had left your pocket. The band of the ring was clearly visible in the midmorning sun. You slowly turned to your friend, who was looking curiously at your hand.

Of course, it was Remus that noticed the ring. Remus noticed everything. Had it been James or Sirius, neither would recognize a thing unless it was shoved in their face or they saw the Black family crest. Remus would notice if you dropped ink on your black robes.

“Um...it's a new ring. I….”

You struggled with your words as Remus took your hand in his. He frowned the moment that he realized that it wasn’t just a silver band. There was something on the inside of your hand that you were clearly trying to keep hidden. Remus quickly turned your hand over. His mouth dropped the moment that he saw the Black family crest.

Waiting all of two seconds, Remus turned your hand back over and placed it on your lap. He made sure that Sirius was occupied before speaking to you.

“That’s Regulus’ ring. Why do you have Regulus’ ring? A better question is where is your locket?”

Remus was silent a moment before looking at Regulus, who was after the golden snitch.

“Let me guess, it's around his neck.”

You swallowed.

“Something like that.”

Remus’ face went a shade paler than it normally was. This was something that he should have seen coming. He should have known since the day that you came into the common room freaking out over Regulus that something was going on. How did he not see it? Remus was normally very perceptive on things but this slipped right under his radar.

“Y/n, what is happening between the two of you?”

You were silent a moment, also making sure that Sirius and Peter were busy. Twirling your finger around your hair, you finally looked up into Remus’ typically kind eyes.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Remus stood up and wrapped his hand around your wrist.

“Come with me.”

Sirius turned to face the both of you. He frowned curiously.

“Where are you two going?”

“To get a drink at the concession stand.”

Sirius reached down into his pocket to hand Remus some money.

“Get me something. You two better hurry, it looks like things are about to get nasty between James and Reg.”

Remus only nodded before tugging you with him. You looked over your shoulder to Lily and Marlene, who had clearly put 2 and 2 together. They gave you a sympathetic look as you followed after Remus.

Once out of earshot of your friends, Remus let go of your hand. He turned to look at you with wide eyes.

“Regulus Black is your boyfriend.”

You nodded.

“Yes. Please don’t tell James...not yet.”

Remus sighed.

“Y/n, do you realize how risky this is? James is going to go mad when he finds out. What about your safety? Regulus isn’t really the nicest of guys. What if he hurts you?”

It was your turn to sigh.

“Remus, please. Regulus has been really good to me so far. We have gone on a couple of dates and I really like him. I really want this to work. If he’s mean to me then you can take him out behind the school and beat him. I don’t think that you will have to do that but there’s my offer.”

Remus crossed his arms over his chest and gave you a skeptical expression.

“Y/n, you know how the Black family is. Look at Sirius...think of how they did him.”

“I know, Remus. I of all people know how Walburga did Sirius but Regulus isn’t his mother. Remus, he’s so sweet and gentle…”

Remus held a hand up. This was the last thing that he wanted to hear. He didn’t want to hear how “gentle” Regulus could be and he definitely didn’t want to hear if the two of you were already “doing the deed.” That was the last thing that Remus even wanted to think of!

“Fine, I’ll keep my mouth shut...just please be smart.”

Before you could respond the loud announcer of the match interrupted the conversation…

“Regulus Black has caught the snitch. Slytherin wins.”

Both Remus and yourself instantly looked at each other. The conversation was over and a new one began...James was going to be furious.

You quickly followed Remus back to your seats. Sirius looked up with a frown.

“Where’s my drink?”

Remus forgot all about Sirius’ drink. He quickly dug around in his pocket before putting a chocolate bar in Sirius’ hand.

“Uh sorry... the line was long. Here have some chocolate instead.”

Sirius shrugged, seeming pleased with Remus’ offering, stood.

“We better go comfort, Prongs. You know that he is going to be angry.”

You didn’t argue as you followed your friends down onto the pitch where your brother stood clearly seething.

“That little shit…”

James started the moment that all of his friends came over to offer their sympathy. Peter was the first to speak.

“That little shit is actually taller than you.”

“Peter...shut up.”

James snapped. You, meanwhile, glanced over to Regulus where he stood gleefully talking to his group of Slytherin friends. Evan elbowed him in the side before looking in your direction. Regulus turned and gave you a small smile. You discreetly held up the hand that had his ring on it.

You were pleased that Regulus looked even happier as he pulled down his jumper enough for you to see your locket. He turned back to his friends leaving you with a happy smile on your face.

James was still mad as hell when you turned back to your brother. Reaching out you affectionately patted his shoulder.

“Come on, James. You’ll have your rematch. We all know how talented you are.”

James finally smiled.

“Thanks, Sissy.”

That night you waited until James and Sirius were sleeping on the couch after a small party. Standing up, you quietly grabbed your heavier robe before going toward the portrait to leave.

“Where are you going?”

You turned to face Remus, who had magically just turned up. Pressing your lips together you motioned over your shoulder.

“I know. You’re going to see him aren’t you?”

Remus interrupted. You nodded.

“Come on, Remus be a pal. I haven’t even gotten to talk to him today.”

Remus sighed.

“I’ll be watching on the map to make sure nothing happens. Please be careful.”

You grinned.

“Thanks.”

The brisk walk to the astronomy tower took longer than you wanted it to. Regulus at the top looking out into the night.

“Regulus?”

He turned around and gave you a small smile.

“It took you a while.”

He commented as you walked over to join him.

“Sorry, I had to wait for my brother to go to sleep. You did great at the match today.”

Regulus chuckled.

“Your brother almost beat the crap of me. Did you tell him something?”

You shook your head before shivering. Regulus raised an eyebrow before reaching out and pulling you against him. This was the closest that you had been to Regulus and you were thrilled by it.

“Will you kiss me?”

You asked, suddenly shocked by your reaction. Regulus seemed as shocked as you were.

“Have you been kissed before?”

He asked. You shook your head, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Even though it was dark, Regulus knew that you were blushing. He gently tilted your face to his.

“This needs to be extra special then.”

Regulus leaned down and nuzzled his face against yours. For once, he didn’t feel like he was on edge. You were the first person that wanted to see him for what he “wanted to be.”

“I think that I am falling for you. Maybe it’s too soon to say it but...I adore you, darling. You sending me that locket, let me know how you feel about me and I am thrilled. Now that I see my ring on your finger, I know how you feel about me.”

You smiled, enjoying the feeling of Regulus being so close to you.

“I’m mad about you.”

You admitted, suddenly not feeling afraid to admit your feelings.

“Well, in that case…”

Regulus commented before kissing you. The kiss was shy and timid at first. Regulus wanted to throw all of the passion that he had been feeling into the kiss but decided to take it slow. This was, after all, your first kiss and he wanted to make sure it was memorable. If it were up to Regulus, he would make sure that he would be the only one to ever kiss those pretty lips. He wanted to make sure that you would only be his.

At the moment, nothing else in his life mattered. His parents, pureblood family, James Potter were all just subjects on the back burner. You were his only concern.

You, meanwhile, were in a state of sheer ecstasy as Regulus kissed you. Everything about this kiss was what you dreamed. He kissed you softly but still had a commanding manner. The kiss was everything that you expected and then some. Regulus held you as if you were precious china as he focused all of his energy into making your first kiss (snog session, at this point) was special.

“Don’t stop, baby.”

You whispered. Regulus smiled before pulling you back against him.

“I’m assuming that you’re a virgin since you haven’t been kissed.”

You pressed your face into his chest. Regulus’ long fingers began to stroke your hair.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of. Honestly, I’m thrilled. Not tonight though...that needs to be special just like our first kiss.”

You stood on your tiptoes for another kiss.

“The kiss was perfect. I don’t want to hide from my brother...I want to be able to touch my boyfriend in public.”

Regulus couldn’t have been happier to hear those words leave your mouth. The last thing that he really wanted to do was hide. He knew that there were risks associated with it. His parents would find out sooner and people would be talking. Regulus really wasn’t worried about the latter of the two. He had made quite the reputation for himself in Slytherin and no one with half a brain would question him (unless they wanted to be hexed). Regulus had already decided that when his parents found out, if there were any issues, he would simply tell his mother that this was the way that things would be. If she didn’t like it, he would turn on his “I am your only son now” attitude that got him what he wanted from Walburga. Regulus smiled at the thought. Walburga Black had a reputation for being a “hard ass” but when it came to her favorite son, she was a marshmallow. The same could be said about his father and Regulus was proud of his work.

“Tomorrow, love.”

The next morning, you stood waiting for Regulus outside of the great hall. Your friends had already gone in without questioning what you were doing. For all James knew, you were just waiting to talk to some of your other friends.

A hand touching the small of your back, made you jump. You smiled the moment that you realized that it was Regulus.

“So...are we still doing it?”

He questioned. You nodded.

“We walk in holding hands and stay together.”

Regulus nodded before smiling slyly.

“Want to make it more interesting?”

Your eyes widened, feeling nervous over what Regulus’ version of more interesting could be.

“What do you want to do?”

Regulus had a dark smile on his face. He knew exactly what he wanted to do and it was going to be one hell of a show.

“Just go along with me, huh?”

This was either going to be something really amusing or something to really freak James out and you were actually amused with it. You had always been James Potter’s “good little sister.” You were the one that tried to protect James and Sirius. If you did something bad, it would be news to everyone.

“Okay.”

Intertwining your hand with Regulus, you looked up at him with a smile.

“Here. We. Go.”

The moment that the two of you walked into the great hall everyone at the Slytherin and Gryffindor table automatically turned. The Slytherins all appeared to be more amused than shocked. Evan and Barty were both grinning as they were already in on the secret.

At the Gryffindor table, you could clearly see James, Sirius, and Peter sitting with their mouths wide open. Lily and Remus both were wincing as if they were waiting for a war to break out. You could clearly hear James shout, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Remus reached out and tugged James down as Regulus led you to an empty place at a table.

“Time to turn up the volume a bit. You want me to take your heart like a man? Here you go, sweetheart.”

He whispered before leaning in and kissing you right in front of god and everybody…

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