#james; hey kiddo what about me?

[until-the-house-shakes]

Little harry calling Sirius Paddy and Remus Moony and people thinking ‘oh his parents’, but they aren’t. They’re his god parents and he calls his actual dad James, his other dad Reggie, and his mom Firefly.

[goldustwomun]

pacifier (s.b.)

pairing: sirius black x younger potter! reader

summary: something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. anyway, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?

warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, cocky sirius and like kind of an annoying younger sister reader (but also that's literally me lol), bad transitions between light hearted banter and angst but i'm trying my best RIP, i imagine sirius to be mid-20s and reader only 3/4 years younger (but everyone is OF AGE), mommy issues if you squint

wc: 4.9k+

note: soooo i'm back :D again :D i'm almost done with second year and actually somewhat ahead with all my papers (with very minimal finals; def recommend being a history major x) and i've just been missing the community so enjoy this! i had this first chapter posted a while back (like maybe a year) but it was actually ass so i've redone it a little :)))) as always, reblogs and comments are MUCH appreciated and i can't wait to interact w/ y'all over this because i have been DAYDREAMING about brother's bf sirius :')

Oh but, babe, you know I've tried and failed But you just don't know how it feels To lose something you never have and never will

“What do you mean he’s working at the shop as well?!” you all but screeched, chasing your Mother around the kitchen, feeling a lot like the pesky youngest child you were. 

“He needs some help so we offered to give him a job. Honestly sweetheart, aren’t you too old for this childish feud?”

“Too old? Shouldn’t you be saying that to him? He’s like– thirty or something, and still continues to be the bane of my existence. Fucking Bla–”

Your Mother whirled on you abruptly, brandishing the wooden spoon she was about to stir the boiling pot with right in your face.

“Oi, language! I would tell him the same but unluckily for you, you’re my daughter and currently living under my roof, so you get to hear it first.” She gave you a saccharine sweet smile, the kind that had you biting back the urge to roll your eyes.

“--now, he’s been gone for such a long time, and we’re all very excited to see him, so don’t ruin this reunion with any more of your tantrums.”

You opened your mouth once more, intent on not letting the argument die there, but your Father bounded into the kitchen at the same moment, ruffling up your hair with a “Hey there, kiddo,” before promptly moving on to snake his hands around your Mother’s waist.

“Looking as beautiful as always, my dear,” he cooed into her ear. She let out an uncharacteristic giggle that had you bolting from the kitchen before you were scarred any further.

Your parents’ tooth-aching affections for each other was just that: sweet, but sickly all the same.

Somewhere inside of you, in between the urge for unattainable perfection and the fear of failure, you yearned for a love like theirs. Something genuine but passionate, able to withstand the test of time.

James, your older brother, had found it with Lily, and their son Harry being a product of their young but no less intense love. 

You loved that kid like he was your own. Would beg James to let you come over, play with the babbling toddler for a few hours, even going as far as to offer up your weekends, encouraging the young couple to “go out, live a little!”. But they were about as infatuated with their own child as you were, and had a never-ending supply of friends who were equally as eager to help out.

And one of those always eager friends was currently pounding his stupid fist against your stupid front door, and you were already riled up from the news your mother had broken to you only moments earlier, head pounding and fists balled into shaking fists, that you couldn’t take seeing his face quite literally in front of you, as well. 

You shoved past James, knocking him back a step as his hand reached for the door to let his best mate in. You caught a glimpse of him on the doorstep, the first in almost two years– hair unruly like he’d just rolled out of bed, long, black strands; newly tanned skin blushing under the heat of the sun; those thick, brooding eyebrows that raised up in your direction – eughh. 

“What’s got your knickers in a bunch?” James called at your retreating figure, shouting loud enough to be heard over your heavy footsteps despite the carpeted floor. 

“Ask your best mate over there!” you answered back with a bite, slamming your room door shut.

“Fuck,” he sighed, defeated, yanking his confused friend in and a chucking a thumb towards the stairs. “How’ve you managed to piss her off before you even got here?” he asked incredulously. “Peace– we had peace in this house for the past two years since you’ve been off, and now look–! It’s a bloody riot!”

“Oi– I’ve done nothing,” he moaned indignantly, hanging his coat and scarf on the gold-crested hooks by the door. “--I think,” he added for good measure after a beat. "I mean, I've only just stepped inside."

Sirius had yet to quite grasp why you got under his skin so quick, squirming between his nerves like a misfired electrical impulse.

You’d grown up together, spent every waking moment in each other’s presence when he was at the Potter residence (which happened to be just about always given his own family situation). If books and movies were to be trusted, what with fiction being so reminiscent of real-life, he'd have expected be like some sort of brotherly figure to you.

But even the thought of it had bile creeping up his through, as if it was so unfathomably wrong his body refused to entertain the possibility of it.

So no. Something about you and your irritatingly know-it-all personality, shrill when indignant voice (which was rather often around him), your need to always be right – something about you brought the worse out of him.

Had him constantly searching for something new to point out, to irritate you all over again, hit the nail on your specific head - something to really push you that little bit over the edge. 

It wasn't even like he enjoyed it, watching you get all huffy, nostrils flared, brows knitted together, face verging on a flushed red. Sirisu was well aware that with every jab the two of you threw at each other, things got a little more out of hand.

Right before he had left, two years journeying through the glades of Scotland, then France, Greece, Türkiye, India, Taiwan (he'd been close to everywhere), he had made the mistake of aiming a particularly ruthless dig at you, and watching your face crumple, devastated and defeated, it had finally cracked him inside.

But there wasn't anything he could do about it then, what with leaving the next day, and two years later, it seemed a little too late.

The rest of the Potter family didn’t share your sentiments about Sirius, and rather adored him immeasurably. Had since he’d taken to hiding out in their house after a particularly brutal fight at home when he was only eleven. Heck, he’d even attended every Potter-family gathering, dinner, birthday, you name it, since then. It was why he came over every Sunday for a roast, pudding and some chat – he could never put into words what your family had done for him, the safety, security, home, even, they'd given him when he’d been lost and entirely clueless of what a real family looked like.

So he made the thirty-minute drive, every Sunday, much to your irritation. He plastered on the biggest smile for your Mum, complimenting every minute detail of the meal she cooked for the family, drank a glass of whiskey and smoked a cigar with your Dad; he was even Harry’s favourite, always humming quiet melodies into the youngest Potter’s ear.

With him away, he’d missed out on the family time he usually looked forward to every weekend. Mondays seemed a lot less dreadful after having a belly-full of Mrs Potter’s food.

Still, he’d sent postcards and printed pictures of everywhere he went, the sights he’d seen, people he’d met. It wasn’t the same, not without the lot of you to pester him but he’d needed some time to find himself.

He still wasn’t sure if he’d found what he was looking for, but the money had to have run out eventually so he was back home, ready to work and settle down in his life for once after graduating Hogwarts. 

Sirius followed James into the living room where he found Lily, sipping on a glass of red, sitting by the empty fireplace. Instead, a window had been cracked in to let the temperate wind in.

She perked up as they entered, waving with that soul-wrenching smile of hers that could persuade even the most strong-willed of men into submission. 

“Pads, you’re back!” she called from her seat. "And you've grown a moustache-- interesting choice of facial hair." Sirius, however, raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, ignoring her greeting-slash-judgement as he peered into the empty crib by her side, even going as far as to search under it as if the toddler might have escaped.

“Harry’s gone to bed in the guest room. There was a bit of a shouting match before you arrived,” James explained, sinking into the space beside his wife and pulling her into his side. “Actually, now that I think about it, there was a lot of shouting after you arrived as well.” 

Lily snorted, snuggling into her husband without hesitation, and Sirius couldn’t help but avert his eyes, feeling entirely like he was imposing on an intimate moment as the two of them whispered in the other’s ear.

“Well, don’t mind me. Sitting here, all by my lonesome, no company or polite chatter to partake in, not even my dashing God son to entertain me” he sighed, dramatically, to no one in particular. James rolled his eyes at his best friend’s antics, chucking a frilly throw-pillow at his face (that’s what they’re for, right?) which he just as easily caught. 

“Har-Har! Ever the clown, Paddy,” James mocked, flipping him off just in time for his Mum to walk in and see.

“James! Don’t aim such crude displays at my son,” she scolded, wrapping her wrinkled arms around Sirius’ shoulders from behind his chair. She leaned down, kissing the top of his head affectionately. Sirius only whimpered in agreement, leaning into her motherly touch and whining on and on about how James was being a right bully. 

“My sweet child, I’ve missed you!” She beamed down at him, and that longing Sirius sometimes felt for his own Mother’s approval, her devotion or fondness, it lessened. 

“But you didn’t– He was just!-- You missed– arghh!” James groaned defeatedly, head flailed back to rest against the sofa, receiving no sympathies from his giggling wife and glaring Mother. “I’m starting to understand why she hates you.”

Sirius’ eyes flashed at that– did you really hate him? Had it gotten to that point?

At the mention of your name but current absence, Mrs Potter ordered, “Go call your sister for dinner, I’ve set the table.” 

He began to protest, failing to come up with a half-decent reason why he can’t walk up the two flights of stairs and pull your petulant frame from your bed– but Sirius interrupted in time, before James could make any more of a fool himself in front of his own Mother.

“I’ll go get her. Got to figure out what I did this time,” he offered coolly. 

Euphemia, that is, Mrs Potter, had a strict no-apparting rule in her house, had lost too many expensive vases from James and Sirius’ apparition-sprees the second they’d turned seventeen.

You already had your licence, having been of legal age for some time, and had, since graduating (top of the class, as you tended to point out, much to your Ravenclaw friends’ dismay) from Hogwarts, found a job at a school in the muggle world, teaching children English Literature in preparation of some exam -- O Levels, you’d called them. 

Sirius thought it to be some sort of torture device - these O Levels – but you’d smacked him across the head in admonishment with whatever book was in your hand before he could say much else. Having a family-run bookshop made it so that the books, or the weapons (in Sirius' mind at least), were in endless supply for you.

Your love for reading had come from him, your Father, from when he’d stay up till the late hours of the night, hushed whispers under your bed sheet so your Mother wouldn’t hear, as he read you the Classics in animated voices that had you completely enchanted. He made sparks fly from the tip of his wand, bright colours that your little eyes couldn’t quite get enough of.

You loved being a wizard, were eternally grateful for the world you lived in and the undeniable awe of it all. But words, books, literature – they were enough magic for you, took you to places you could only ever dream to visit, and had you feeling such all-consuming emotions that sometimes, you wondered if you’d ever make it to the end of the page, or chapter, or book. 

“Oi– your Mum’s put out dinner, she’s calling you downstairs,” he called through the thick wood of your door. 

Sirius didn’t know why he such an uneasy feeling settled into the pit of his stomach, like he'd swallowed some moldy bread or a particularly strong cider.

He's known you your whole life, watched you graduate from pencil to quill, and then again from Hogwarts.

Two years was a long a time, and the thought of you holding what he had said all those months ago -- what he hadn't meant, not really -- he was dreading the confrontation.

He nudged the door open when you didn’t respond, only to find you slumped across your bed, glaring, silently, at the ceiling and the pale-orange ring of light from the lamp on your bedside table.

You certainly looked different– older, possibly? He couldn’t quite place what had changed, only that he knew something had. In the way you dressed, styled your hair, held yourself. Even the look of your room– no longer plastered in repeated patterns of owls and roses, but instead a single wall painted a burnt umber and with the remaining covered in tapestries and muggle band posters hanging across every wall.

A stack of vinyls were shoved into one side of your room, along with stacks of books, some old and missing a few pages, while others were untouched. 

You heard the door click open, sitting up on your elbows to see a Sirius, oozing an annoying amount of effortless confidence, and leaning against your doorframe. 

Something in your chest stumbled almost immediately. He looked the same as the day he'd scolded you before leaving, and those stupid, brown eyes of his, like murky swamps you wouldn't be caught dead looking into, were training on you.

Though, he might’ve managed to actually tan, now that you really looked at him, imagining the broad planes of his shoulders, hidden by a thin linen button up, were more sun-kissed than milky-pale now. 

Except you refused to even entertain the thought. You were not thinking of him or his skin or his bare chest or--

“What’s with your face?” you asked, already knowing you'd regret the answer.

“Was that meant to be a greeting?” His eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Hi Sirius-- what’s with your face?” you answered, again, between clenched teeth. 

“You changed your room,” was his only response, and really, what did he expect to say to that?

"I did. Figured I'd use your absence wisely," you snarked back, meeting his gaze as you continued, "--you know, finally grow up and all that."

And you hadn't forgotten, but he didn't blame you.

You got up at his lack of silence, walking the few steps up to him, head tilted like a cat, wary of her surroundings but curious nonetheless.

"Was there something you wanted, Sirius?"

And fuck if the way you said his name didn't have him fighting whatever foreign feeling, urge, instinct was shouting at him in that moment.

You walked past, trembling as your shoulders touched, making it all the way to the bottom of the stairs before you had your moment of revelation as well.

Somehow, whether it had been a slow process over his two-year absence or something far more sudden in the past few minutes, he'd wormed his way back between the cracks of your heart, and this time, you worried you wouldn't survive.

The quiet jingle of the bell tickled your ears as you opened the door to the bookshop, dust immediately invading your senses as you fought back a harsh cough.

Your Dad pushed in front of you, forcing the door to stay open by propping a stack of intimidatingly large books in front of it. You laughed silently to yourself, noting how they were all Dickens (he hated Dickens, said his novels were disturbingly boring and unnecessarily detailed). 

“So, you can dust a little, and sweep the floor, before we open. Count the money in the till, as well, that’s very important,” he noted off, and you suddenly wished you had a pen and a pad of paper to write it all down.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t been helping out at the shop since when you were younger, but this was the first time you’d been granted the responsibility of having it all to yourself (minus the inconvenience that was Sirius Black). 

You were deemed an adult now – loved to point it out any chance you got, and that meant that your Dad trusted you enough to not hover over your shoulder every time you took a shift. He was working fewer hours, though now, none, as he wanted to finish the novel he’d been writing for the past decade after melodramatically announcing at the dinner table that “It’s time!” 

You weren’t sure what that exactly meant, but you weren’t about to argue with the man paying you an overly generous ten pounds an hour. 

You didn’t need the money for yourself, what with still living at your parent’s house, but you wanted to contribute to the house and expenses and what not, even if it was a minuscule sum. 

“Another thing,” he added, stopping, rather abruptly, in front of you, voice worryingly grave as he placed his large palms over either of your shoulders. “Please,” he begged, brows dipping, “don’t fight with Sirius in front of the customers.”

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already after me,” you objected, pulling back from his usually comforting hold and pulling the broom out from behind the counter. His hands fell defeatedly against his sides as he sighed, standing in your way before you could mope yourself into a tizzy before the work day had even started. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he ensured, pulling you into his tight embrace once more. “You know you’re my number one, sweetheart. Just don’t like seeing you so upset.”

James always teased you for being your Father’s favourite, and you’d never argue, relishing in his pointed fingers and sneering words, because it was true– there was something between you and your Father, an understanding that no one else had clued in on.

He eased your worries like no one else could, smoothed irked creases across your face, replacing them with belly-hurting laughter lines and a grin so wide, you were worried it would fall off your face.

Anyway, James was the same with your Mum. You found her difficult to communicate with, what with her being as hot-heated as you were, so as much as you and your Dad got along, you butted heads with your Mum just as much.

“It’s ‘cause you two are so similar, like twins, I tell you!” But it did little to calm your nerves around her, or stoke the flames of anger you so often felt. 

You were about to respond, ready to tell your Dad just how much you loved him, when someone crashed through the door, slamming into the counter you were standing behind. You turned, eyes connecting with your (late) colleague. He looked utterly windswept, as if he’d run – or been chased – the whole way there. 

“You okay, son?” your Dad asked, worry shifting from you to the panting, bent-over Sirius. 

“Me? Oh– peachy, just– peachy,” he answered between heavy breaths, waving off his doting hands. “Sorry I’m late, got a little carried away with something and lost track of time.”

You were conscious of how your Dad didn’t offer Sirius the same advice, to not pick a fight or argue or whatever it was the two of you did, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how he had everyone charmed.

So you busied yourself behind the till, doing as you were instructed and counting the money, writing down the number of each of the bills on a notepad you pulled from the drawer at your waist. 

Your Dad left soon after, turning the closed sign out front to open as he wished you, and Sirius, good luck. 

“Guess it’s just the two of us, little Potter,” Sirius pointed out, already sounding bored as he fell into a stool at your side. He leaned his head against his arm, stretching it from side to side as he groaned at his tense muscles.

You didn’t mean to stare, swore it wasn’t something you’d let become a habit, but your gaze immediately travelled to the exposed skin of his neck, zeroing in on the trail of newly-formed purple bruises  down the side.

You snorted, shaking your head at him, slamming the money compartment shut a little too aggressively so that it caught Sirius’ attention. He recognised your expression to be something close to amusement, jabbing you in your side until you were scowling and slapping his fingers away.

“What’s wrong with you– you’re acting like a fucking child,” you admonished, moving out of reach and resting a hand on your hip. 

“Why’d you make that face?” he asked instead of answering your question, nodding at you like it was you who had started it.

“It’s nothing,” you went with, hearing your Father’s words echoing in your mind from just moments ago. You needed to diffuse the situation before you really got mad, because past that point, you weren’t responsible for what you said– or did. 

So you ventured into the aisles of books, a curious Sirius on your heels, following you like a lost, yapping puppy. “If it’s nothing then why are you running away?” he pushed back.

You ignored him pointedly, stopping to stack a few books and dust along the shelves. No one had come in yet, still too early in the morning for any tourists to stumble upon your admittedly quaint but bursting shop. 

The sunlight barely filtered past the dense collection of books and mahogany shelves that lined the walls, but the windows stretched to the tall ceilings, and if you went up the spiralling staircase at the centre of the store, you’d find yourself in a cosy loft space, bathed in gold and stuffed with arm chairs and sofas for people to sit and read in. 

It was your favourite part of the store, and you were seriously debating hiding up there on your first day, just to get away from the walking-plague that followed you. 

“Come on– tell me,” he whined, standing too close for your liking. You side-stepped away, brushing a cloth against the worn covers of the Mystery section. He followed suit, returning to his previous position, and this time, you had no way out with the wall of books you’d met. 

You turned, facing him and finally acknowledged his presence. “You lied,” you stated matter-of-factly, loving that you actually had the upper-hand with him. As much as you prided yourself with being quick-witted, Sirius always seemed to find a way to stay on-top.

“Gonna have to give me something more than that, darling. Lied about what?” he countered, raising an eyebrow at you. 

You bristled at the endermeant but continued nonetheless.,

“You weren't busy. You were screwing some girl according to the bruises on your neck,” you stared pointedly at the affected area now, though it was covered by his hair in this position. His hand flew to his neck, as if hoping to shield them from your gaze.

“That’s none of your business Potter,” he countered, irritated. 

“It actually is my business when you’re both late to your job and lying to my Father,” you threw back, shoving forward and relishing in his slight stumble back– as if he hadn’t yet noticed the two of you were so so close. 

“You can’t–” his eyes were wide, worried, as he grabbed your elbow, forcing you to meet his gaze, “You can’t tell him. He’ll be so disappointed and I can’t–”

You frowned at the look of genuine distress written so plainly across of his face. If you two were anyone else, you might've let it go.

Might've--

“Well tough shit, Sirius. You’re an adult, now. This is the real world we’re talking about and not whatever fantasy you've been frolicking about these past two years." You were fuming, unnecessarily so, but both of you knew this was fight had been years in the making.

"I understand you lack the ability to form real, genuine connections but come on, Sirius. You're not a fucking teenager. Grow a pair and take some responsibility for once in your life!"

And really, you deserved it, now that you thought back. His anger was reasonable but your need to poke straight through his ribcage, wrap your fist around his heart and squeeze tight, was not. 

“Fuck you, Potter.” he bit out. “Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean the rest of us have to be equally as miserable."

It was already going to shit, Sirius was well aware of it, but he couldn't get himself to stop. To just shut up.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking uptight all the time someone might actually give it to you too," his voice now barely above a whisper with his anger deflated as he stared, pained, at your reaction.

And it didn’t take long for you to react -- for your hand to fly up and connect with his cheek, hard. You hadn't done anything two years ago but he thinks he saw you consider it. So the fact that you had finally, struck across the face, spoke to how different things really were. How different you were.

"Potter, I--" and he was speechless when he really shouldn't have been. He swallowed, trying again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered then, fighting the urge to look away from your glassy stare. “I’m sorry, Potter. You know I don’t mean it.”

What you hated most was that you did know. You knew you both brought out the worst in each other. Only, you could never figure out why that was. Why you wanted to hurl insults at him for every comment or look or the stupid way he’d string together the most perfect sentence and his irritating eyes and mouth and–

“Excuse me? Is anyone here?” 

You inhaled, all sudden, as if only just realising what you had done. You brushed past him without a word, needing, more than ever, to put some space between the two of you. If not for your anger then for whatever pesky emotion was seeping through your cracks.

You were (reluctantly) pulled from wherever your thoughts had been racing to as you called into the store, “Just one moment!”

Sirius debated if this was a sign for him to get back onto a train to anywhere you were not. It didn’t matter if he had no money or nowhere to be, but if it meant he could avoid maiming you with his words, he couldn’t quite see a way out of his predicament. 

“Sirius!” you shouted again, no longer faking your emotions but rather genuinely just exasperated by him once more. 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” He managed to not get lost in the labyrinth of books, and found you by the travel section, chatting good-naturedly with a blonde in a tight dress.

“How can I help, doll?” he asked the blonde in question. His one tactic for almost every conundrum he’d ended up in was avoidance. And bloody hell was he good at it. 

He smiled at her, the customer, doing little to hide his admiration for the legs she had on display. She flushed a pretty pink, averting her gaze, lip between her teeth. Bingo! 

“Christ, you’re disgusting,” you muttered, mouth pouting and quiet enough that only he could hear.

“Only for you, sweetheart, only for you,” he bit back, not wanting the currently oblivious customer clue in on their conversation. “So, how can I help?”

“She needs that book–” you pointed to the top shelf, well out of reach. “--the green spine that says Amsterdam, but I can’t reach it and the step ladder is too heavy.”

“Alas! Only ever needed for my body, it seems,” he moaned with an irritating amount of flourish. 

“Whatever it takes to get the book down– do what you must, Black.” You patted his chest reassuringly, taking your spot, once again, behind the cash register.  

“So– planning a trip are you?” Sirius asked in between excessive displays of strength as he hauled the bulky ladder with a single hand. You glared at the girl as she swooned at him, wanting, rather unreasonably, for her to combust right where she stood.

But that was a ridiculous thought to begin with. You could barely stand to be even within a metre’s distance of the guy, let alone on the receiving end of his affections. You were tired, emotional and dehydrated. Must be. Though a glance at the clock had you realising it had barely been an hour since your day had started. 

So, maybe just emotional and dehydrated. 

“I’m going to get a coffee from across the street,” you announced, slugging your tote bag onto your shoulder as you walked past the preoccupied pair. Not waiting for a response, you stepped out into the early morning sun, frowning, for once, at the glare in your eyes and not the irritant you’d left behind. 

It was easier to refer to him as something pesky, infectious, fungus-like even, rather than the only person who knew how to break your heart (and despite your somewhat impenetrable facade, you let him do just that every time).

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“kiddo” dad!james kelly x child!reader

-‘๑’- james takes you in as his adopted child.

-‘๑’- warnings ; hurt comfort, reader is a teenager, coping skills, suicide mention, reader has a mental breakdown, james calms reader down, james being a good dad, fluff, fear of abandonment, pet names.

╰┈➤ you sob into the pillow, your body trembling, your eyes squeezed shut as you attempt to stop the flow of tears. you had yelled at james, your adopted dad, ranting about how he’d abandon you just like your bio parents had, how nobody would ever love you.

of course, this wasn’t true. james loved you as if you were his own, he had known you for most of your life after all. he worried about you, more than anyone else had. he was terrified for you the day you had attempted to take your life because you were worried james would leave you just like your bio parents.

you had your good moments of course. the trauma was still present, but for the most part, you were happy with james. the fear and anxiety still lingered in the back of your mind, the fear of abandonment, but it wasn’t as prevalent.

you and james had gone to the mall earlier, and all of the loud noises and people had stressed you out. for a moment, you had accidentally let go of james’ hand and for about 5 minutes you had lost him. this is what had triggered your breakdown, sending you spiraling so when you got home, you had freaked out completely on james.

now, you were in your room, sobbing still, even though about 10 minutes had passed. james figured he’d let you calm down and in about 5 minutes you would come back out of your cozy space. that wasn’t the case though, and he was beginning to worry.

you heard a knock at the door followed by james’ voice, gentle and soft as ever. “sweetheart?” he asked, not wanting to enter until you gave him the okay. when you didn’t answer, just let out a choked sob, he opened the door and entered the room.

the sight of you crying broke james’ heart into a billion pieces, frowning as he walked over to sit on the bed beside you. “kiddo,” he whispered. “look at me.” his voice was firm, loud enough that you could hear him from where your face was buried in the pillow, but not loud enough to startle you.

he placed a hand on your back hesitantly, prepared to remove it if you asked. you didn’t, and so he softly ran his hand up and down your back in a desperate attempt to soothe you. he sighed. “sweetheart, ‘m not mad at you,” he spoke softly, giving you a weak smile as you finally lifted your head to look up at him.

“you- you’re not?” you asked, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “no, angel.” he said, smiling at you. “why would i be mad at you, kiddo?” he asked genuinely, a soft look of confusion adorning his tan face. his tattooed hand continued to run up and down your back, but stopped when you flipped over, holding a plushie close to your chest, sniffling still as the tears began to stop.

“i- i freaked out on you and i said you’d abandon me, and it wasn’t okay, and i’m so sorry dad, i’m so, so sorry.” you said quickly, rushing through your words. “hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. i get it. you’ve been through a lot. more than i could imagine, y’know that? it hurts me to see you this way. you’re my kid, and i love you, and i don’t want you to ever think that i’d abandon you. because i won’t.” he whispered, gently petting your hair, soothing your mind.

you closed your eyes, the tears coming to a stop, melting into his hands. he reached down and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “i love you, okay? and i’m not gonna ever leave you, sweetheart.” he said, smiling at you. you wiped your eyes and nodded. “ok, dad. ‘m sorry.” “don’t be sorry kid. let’s go watch a movie, yeah sweetheart? anything you want.”

“ok, dad.”

[elegantauthor]

Saving Grace Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Aurora Stark

Summary: Zemo attempts to verbally spar with Aurora.

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist

Aurora emerged from her bedroom, rolling luggage in hand, and Bucky did a double take. He was accustomed to the clothes she wore while they were in Wakanda. Dolled up in an off the left shoulder, light pink sweater, a white-lace bralette underneath, black leggings, and heeled boots, with a wool coat slung over her forearm, she embodied elegance and sophistication.

His eyes traveled up and down her form, pausing when they alighted on the delicate gold chain he’d gifted her for Christmas, one year. He swallowed around the tightness in his throat, before daring to speak.

“You’re beautiful,” he all but blurted out in a rough whisper. Meeting her gaze, the blush that colored her cheeks caused his heart to thump wildly. If only they had a few hours to spare. Stepping toward her, he hoisted her luggage with his vibranium arm. He watched as she glanced one last time over her shoulder at the cabin and followed him to the car.

~ * ~

“Sam!” Aurora exclaimed.

Waiting with Zemo by his private jet, Sam grinned as she and Bucky approached. “Hey, kiddo.” He enveloped her in a tight hug. “How you been holdin’ up?”

Aurora shrugged. “Bad days, good days.”

Sam nodded knowingly. “Just remember, grieving isn’t linear.” Not one to bypass counseling someone when given the opportunity, Bucky reasoned.

“Ah, Miss Stark, how lovely it is to finally meet you.” Aurora visibly tensed at the sound of Zemo’s lilt, turning with slightly narrowed eyes. “James informed me that you would be joining us.”

Aurora looked up at Bucky with a bemused expression, as if to ask James? Bucky rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Shall we?”

Ducking inside after Aurora, Bucky scanned the cramped interior and sat in the empty window seat next to hers. Zemo and Sam occupied the seats opposite, facing them.

“So, the daughter of a superhero,” Zemo began, prompting Bucky to automatically clench his fist.

“The daughter of a superhero and a goddess,” she pointed out with a smirk.

“A goddess?” Zemo raised an eyebrow. “Pray tell, Miss Stark. I am curious as to what benevolent being bred with such an, shall we say, obstinate man. Though, I cannot say that I’m surprised. No offense to you, of course.”

Aurora said nothing at first, amber eyes flecked with gold and gleaming. Bucky itched to get in Zemo’s face, but knew she was more than capable of handling herself. “Have you ever met a god, Zemo?”

“No.”

“Well, I know my mother. That’s enough for me. And, no, I’m not telling you who.”

Zemo grinned good-naturedly, gaze fixed on the woman in front of him. “I suppose it’s a good thing, liebling, that I rather enjoy unraveling a good mystery.”

Shaking her head, eyes still aglow, Aurora turned her attention to Bucky and smiled. “Besides, the real superhero is sitting right here.”

“Not sure about that, doll,” Bucky muttered.

“Same ole Bucky,” she sighed wistfully, resting her head on his shoulder and tucking her legs close to her body. The conversation lulled, and he could tell by the weight against his arm that Aurora fell asleep.

Sam, who was quiet up to that point, smirked at Aurora curled against Bucky’s side. “That’s your girl right there, Buck.”

“Shut up, Sam.” Bucky ignored Sam’s chuckle and Zemo’s calculated observation of the pair, and stared down at the crown of Aurora’s head. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he’d been gone for five years. For him, no time had passed.

[harrywavycurly]

Can we get a glimpse of how TND Eddie asked Reader to marry him? I miss them

Hiii lovey!! Awe I miss them too, so in my mind Eddie has this whole thing planned out but this is how I feel like it really went😂 so hope you enjoy this conversation!!💖

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-find all things Trouble Next Door here✨

“Hey Jim thanks for coming over.” “It seemed kinda urgent on the phone…she didn’t get arrested or anything did she?” “What? No no…she’s fine she’s upstairs reading or something.” “Okay then…what’s up? What do you need?” “Uhm I just wanted to see if you’d be okay…uh with me…uhm maybe…asking-” “let me stop you right there kiddo…you don’t need my permission to ask her anything okay? You make her happy and that makes me happy.” “I mean you’re like a father to her so figured I’d just ask.” “Well I mean I appreciate it and if it makes you feel better you uh…have my permission…so what’s the ring look like?” “Oh uh here….what do you think? Think she’ll like it?” “Think who will like what?” “Oh shit shit…shit.” “Heyyy sweetheart sorry to uh just drop by like this uhm…I was going to see if you two wanted to go to dinner?” “What’s going on? Why does Eddie look like he’s about to faint?” “He’s fine…right Eddie? You’re…fine?” “What’s that?” “What’s what baby?” “That thing you just put in your pocket Eddie don’t act like I’m an idiot.” “Oh it’s just a receipt….from the store.” “Did…did you just lie to me?” “On that note…nice seeing you two I’ll uhm just go bother Wayne…have a good night.” “Oh like hell you are…no one is leaving this living room until someone tells me what’s going on.” “Nothing is going on baby…come on let’s go make dinner.” “Edward James Munson I have known you almost my whole life so I know when you’re lying so please…stop the bullshit and tell me what’s going on.” “You don’t want him to do that kiddo…trust me.” “What does that even mean?” “Baby please just…let me make you some dinner and then we can watch a movie.” “Oh god she’s about to start crying Eddie…just do it.” “What? I’m not doing it now this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.” “Nothing that has to do with the two of you happens the way it’s supposed to do just do it…before she really starts crying.” “Fine…but I just want you to know sweetheart this…this isn’t how I imagined doing this…” “holy shit you’re…that’s one knee…you’re on one knee…oh my god is that….is that a ring? Are you-” “if you’d give me a minute sweetheart I’ll tell you exactly what I’m doing.” “Right yeah yeah…sorry…uhm…continue.” “Baby…I have loved you since we were teenagers and I promise I’ll love you for the rest of my life and…fuck I had this whole speech written down and it’s just…it’s all gone to shit but…I just…want to be your husband if you’d do me the honor of being my wife? Maybe? If you’re interested?” “You’re so romantic… yes I’ll marry you Eddie…I love you.” “Oh thank fuck…I love you too…do you like it?” “It’s beautiful…did Wayne help you pick it out?” “No…I did all by myself.” “You did good.” “Congratulations…uh am I free to go now?” “Oh my god I’m sorry Jim…yes you can leave now…or you can take us out to celebrate?” “Always trying to get free food from me…but fine let’s go before I change my mind but you know if we don’t call Wayne he’s gonna be pissed.” “Calling him now…let’s roll Munson gang!” “Engaged for two minutes and she’s already calling herself a Munson…”

[shakespeare-potter]

Some harry and sirius alternative universe headcanons that i have in my head since like ages part 1

Don't imagine Remus going to the Weasley's house for whatever reason after a couple of years of the worst day in his life

Don't imagine percy and the others being at home and showing him his new pet rat for (again) whatever reason

Don't imagine him IMMEDIATELY realising that who that is

Don't imagine that rat trying to run away seeing him

Don't imagine ginny Weasley being fast as hell and catching him because she's awesome like that

Don't imagine the shock on everyone's faces when remus makes mr rat to come out in his true form

Absolutely do not imagine him trying to manipulate the story again

Don't imagine them just calling Dumbledore and somehow convincing him to convince peter to drink the truth potion ( i forgot the spelling 😭) because remus is kinda suspicious

Do not imagine the truth coming out

Do not imagine sirius sitting in his cell , thinking only of harry , trying to not go absolutely insane in that hell and suddenly finding out that he's having an actual trial

Do not imagine the verdict of the trial putting peter the rat in azkaban and freeing sirius black

Do not imagine him just asking "where is harry?" To remus the SECOND he actually gets out

Do not imagine him lashing out at Dumbledore after finding out about harry being with the dursleys because he knew how much they hated Lily ( i have further headcanons as to why he knew this part but I'll come to those later

Do not imagine harry being 6-7 years old kiddo who lives in the cupboard under the stairs and is making eggs and toast for everyone because aunt petunia said so , with a burnt hand and watching his aunt and uncle loving Dudley and question to himself as to why he isn't worthy enough of that "maybe i should just help aunty more, maybe then she'll let me eat an egg too"- he thinks.

Absolutely do not imagine sirius, remus and Dumbledore paying a visit to harry because there was NO WAY that sirius was going to stay away from him (and ofcourse he takes ALOT of gifts ) ("i gotta make up for the lost time moony")

Do not imagine them going to the house , obviously get shouted at by vernon but somehow forcing their way into the house to see harry

Do not imagine harry being absolutely scared of them because he doesn't know what is happening and why is aunt petunia has locked him in the cupboard again "i didn't even burn anything today"

Do not imagine sirius almost blowing up that cupboard door when he realises that Harry's in there

Don't imagine his heart breaking after seeing his godson, the son of his two bestest friends in that scared terrified state

Don't imagine him gently calling harry "hey bud , you're safe now , you can come out" , and harry just asking him "who are you??" In his tiny little voice ( heart breaking part 2) and sirius just taking out a photo of him, james and lily from their wedding and before he could tell him that he's his Godfather harry asks again "who-who's that" ( he has an idea but he doesn't want to hope too much in case they're not someone who he thinks they are) ( yes I'm sobbing writing this is and no I'm not sorry ) and sirius just trying SO HARD to not break in front of him and scream at everyone for doing this to harry .

Don't imagine Dumbledore and remus also coming in there to convince harry to come out and he just reluctantly believes them because poor baby haven't seen a single photo of his parents until now

Don't imagine his first few weeks with sirius being full of breakdowns and nervousness and too many things to unlearn ( like not needing to cook breakfast

Don't imagine remus suggesting that they introduce him to the Weasley's because their youngest kids are his age and that It would be good for him

And obviously harry being nervous af but still being polite because he's cutu like that

Sirius hearing him laughing for the first time over fred & George's antics

Yes he cries almost every night

So does remus

But they're also going to therapy ( all 3 of them )

Yes they rip out a new one out of Dumbledore everytime they find out about more shit the dursleys did to harry

Also sirius used to play guitar before the war

And one day harry finds that out while they were looking through the old photos ( they take at least one hour out of their day after dinner to just talk/ask everything about James and Lily) and for the first time he asks sirius to play something

And ofcourse he does , he wasn't going to say no to his godson now

Harry is mesmerized

So is remus ( I've got a very emotional backstory for wolfstar too , it ends on a bittersweet note tho so tell me if y'all wanna read that too) (anyways)

Sirius asks harry if he wants to learn

And he says yes

It becomes their thing

Moony reads a story to harry every night , especially Lily's favourite muggle ones

Ginny , Ron and Harry become bffs and later with Hermione ( they met her long before going to Hogwarts in my head but they didn't really become friends before that )

Harry finally starts to heal

So does Sirius

[metallicaislife]

Brothers Best Friend pt 2

Requested by: @frogfrog557

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,013

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader

Brothers Best Friend

When I started dating my brother's best friend all those years ago, I had no idea we’d be where we are now. Engaged, and a child on the way. Kirk was a little weary in the beginning, but he’s come around, I think it is mostly because he is excited to be an uncle. I jest, he and James have a good relationship, and it makes my heart happy. I always wanted to have a close family when I grew up. 

Metallica is currently in the middle of recording a new album, so I haven’t seen much of them as they’ve kept themselves mostly cooped up in the studio. I miss my man, my brother, and my friends. I decided I would order them lunch to be delivered, then show up to hopefully break up the rigorous schedule they’ve been holding themselves to so they don’t go crazy and end up at each other’s throats. 

I arrived around noon, the food was gone and they were back to recording. They were focusing really hard, but I wish I could have recorded James and Kirk duking it out trying to see who could get to me first. 

“That’s my sister!” Kirk said, trying to get past James. 

“Yeah, well she’s my fiance and carrying my baby!” James argued, sticking his butt out to keep Kirk from getting past. Over the years, those two have truly become brothers, this is my future forever.

Meanwhile both Lars and Jason snuck past. 

“Hey.” Lars grinned and gave me a hug, “Thanks for lunch by the way. It was great.” 

“Of course!” I smiled and then greeted Jason with a hug.

“How is the kiddo?” Jason asked. 

“Healthy, and active. Been keeping me up all night.” I replied. 

“The kid’s got drumming feet.” Lars grinned. 

“No!” Both Kirk and James shouted. They both jolted forward out of the sound room. 

“My kid has riff’s in their blood!” James said.

“I second that! Their uncle is a guitarist too, so it runs on both sides.” Kirk said. 

I rolled my eyes as James finally made it to me and wrapped his arms around me. 

“Hello, love.” He grinned down at me then kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him. He pulled back and kissed my forehead. 

“Can I hug my sister now?” Kirk huffed, folding his arms. I laughed and gave him a big hug. 

“You two are ridiculous.” I stated. 

“You love us anyways though right?” James asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 

“Most of the time.” I teased. James held his heart pretending to be wounded. “How's the recording going? Are you guys almost done?” I asked as we sat around on the couches. 

“We’re getting close, baby.” James said as he rubbed my back. 

“James has been tight lipped about names, what are you thinking?” Kirk asked. 

“Well, we’re waiting until the baby is born, then we’ll name them.” I said. 

“Like what names are you considering though? Lars is high on the list right?” Lars asked. 

“You wish.” James laughed. 

“Sorry, not a contender.” I laughed, I looked down and clasped my fingers together, “We are thinking about incorporating Cliff’s middle name no matter what though.” I said. James grabbed my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “If he hadn’t caught us, I don’t think I’d have ever been brave enough to tell Kirk.” I smiled at the memory. 

“I love that.” Kirk said, “I wasn’t that bad was I?” He asked. 

“Literally every boyfriend I had before James you chased off.” I said looking at him. 

“I was just helping you out, if they’d have stayed you might not have fallen for James.” Kirk pointed out. 

“Naw, those two were meant for each other, I don’t think there is anything that could’ve stood in their way.” Jason piped up. I smiled at him and blushed. 

“Damn it, Jason, you made her cry.” Lars said. I felt my cheek and there were tears. 

“No, no it’s the hormones.” I said, wiping the tears. James chuckled and kissed my forehead. 

“Yeah, it doesn't take much to get her going these days.” James said and I elbowed him softly. 

“I’m fine, they are happy tears if anything.” I said. 

“Aw, I think she loves us.” Lars grinned, holding his hand over his heart.

“If you only think, you’ve got an ass whooping coming your way, you should know.” I said sharply pointing my finger at him. I was totally joking, but the fear in Lars' eyes was priceless. Kirk covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his laughter. James was shaking next to me. Jason covered his face. My demeanor broke and I began cracking up. Lars laughed awkwardly. “Do you really think I would, or could kick your ass Ulrich?” I asked. 

“What answer is going to make you the least likely to punch me in the throat?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

“You know, that is a fair point, I’ve heard you threaten throat punches for years, but I don’t think I’ve actually seen you punch someone in the throat.” James piped up. 

“Don’t tempt her.” Kirk said, rubbing his throat. 

“Oh my god, she’s punched you in the throat?” Jason asked, Kirk nodded.

“That was an accident.” I said. 

“Yeah, you accidentally formed a fist and aimed it at my throat.” Kirk said. 

“I can neither confirm nor deny those accusations, but all I’m saying is you shouldn’t have eaten my leftovers that I was dreaming about all day.” I said with a wave, “I think this conversation has gotten away from us.” I tried changing the subject. 

“We should probably get back to work.” James frowned, “Why don’t you stay though, chill on the couches. It always feels better when you’re around.” He said. 

“I’d love to.” I smiled and kissed him. 

The guys got back to work and I curled up for a nap on the couch. I’m glad even if it was just for a little bit, to give them a reprieve from work.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[derelictheretic]

Siblings Q&A | 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕀ℕℂ𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 𝕊𝕀𝔹𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊

Thank you for the tag @inafieldofdaisies ! I love any excuse to talk about my sibling OC's (plus my own siblings OC lmao)! I might do this for Pip and Cas and the 2nd gen Sinclaire kiddos later because this was super fun! 🤗🩷

Note from OP: This Q&A can be used for any family member/friend who's close to your OC!

1. Who looks the most like dad?

Dean groaned, head dropping and his hand rising. Michael and Remiel both pet his shoulders in sympathy.

"It's really only the nose—and at least yours is the small cute version of it!" Remiel offered with a nervous chuckle.

"Don't lie to me."

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Michael and Dean both point at Remiel, their mouth falling open in offence.

"What the fuck you guys?" They whine, their brothers shrugging in unison.

"It's only the nose, but it's smaller and cute so that's better right?" Dean grins.

"Fuck off, shithead."

"Love you too."

3. Who eats the most?

"Me, don't even say it I know it's me." Remiel turns their head, refusing to look at their grinning brothers.

"Yeah, when you remember to eat." Dean snorts.

"Their stomach is a black hole." Michael mused, Remiel playfully sobbing in response.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

The three paused, looking between one another as they mulled over the question.

"These two," Michael then said, pointing to Remiel and Dean, "they always get themselves into shit somehow." He shook his head. Remiel and Dean both shoot him offended looks and he just rolls his eyes.

"I think we get ourself into the normal amount of shit." Dean mutters.

"Yeah." Remiel agrees with a pout.

5. Who sleeps the most?

"Remiel." Michael and Dean don't miss a beat, Dean wrapping an arm around Remiel's neck in a pseudo headlock. They slap his arm but don't disagree.

6. Mom and dad's favorite?

"Their favourite first baby cigs." Dean joked, making both Michael and Remiel snort in agreement.

7. Most stable romantic life?

"That would be me!" Remiel announced proudly, breaking free of Dean's headlock to lean over and grab James' hand; their partner who had been politely sitting off to the side in silence.

"I would argue Alexys and I are pretty stable." Michael muttered.

"Yeah but Remiel and James are practically already married and they're like.... Both lil rays of sunshine, I don't think they know how to have a fight." Dean gestured vaguely and Michael just hummed unimpressed.

8. Worst habit of each one?

"Sleeping too much." Remiel sighed.

"Fighting as a coping method." Dean coughed.

"Not reading instructions." Michael shrugged.

"His refusal to use a cane or leg brace." Remiel and Dean argued; Michael just shook his head.

9. Who's the most dramatic?

"Remiel." Dean said, Michael and even James nodding in agreement.

"Hey, what the fuck."

"It's true baby, sorry." James pet their hand comfortingly and they just huffed with a small frown.

"It's not my fault you two are emotionally stunted and I can't hide how I feel." They snipped.

"We didn't say it was a negative thing!" Dean laughed.

10. Who had a weird phase?

"Dean." Michael snorts.

"Shut your face hole Mike." Dean snaps, hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

"Are we talking about the angry emo phase or the sad musical phase?" Remiel grinned, Dean spinning around to cover their mouth with his other hand.

"I actually hate both of you, shut up."

11. Best cook of the family?

Dean proudly stuck his hand up and Michael and Remiel gave appreciative nods.

"Michael's the better baker though, I can't bake for shit."

"True."

12. Best memory together?

"The first time we all went to the local pool in our hometown together." Dean decides and Remiel and Michael mull it over before nodding in agreement.

"We were diving for the hairties and coins at the bottom of the deep end and pretending to be mermaids." Remiel reminisced with a fond smile.

"Michael did some cool dives, he wasn't cool enough to be a mermaid though." Dean nods to himself, Michael scoffing.

13. Worst memory together?

"Too many of those." Michael smiled bitterly, Remiel and Dean nodding absently.

14. Dream trip together

"Japan! Just—everywhere in Japan!" Remiel near shouted and Dean and Mcihael both chuckled and nodded.

15. Would you rather not being able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

"Same clothes for a month." All three agreed.

16. Who's the older one?

"Michael, the ole' bag of bones." Dean grinned, patting Michael's back heartily.

"Okay, infant." He scoffed.

17. Describe each other in three words

"Michael is... Dependable, strong and grounding. Dean is grouchy but thoughtful and caring." Remiel held up their fingers as they listed off the words.

"Remiel is kind, a bit naive and very passionate. Mikey's more of a grouch than me, but yeah super dependable and cool as hell." Dean grinned.

"Dean is reckless, stubborn and loving. Remiel is empathetic, lazy and creative." Michael smiled.

18. Role model?

"Michael!" Remiel and Dean exclaimed, Dean wrapping his arms around his middle while Remiel leant over him to wrap an arm around his shoulders.

19. Who usually has the worst ideas?

"Toss up between these two." Michael nodded his head towards Dean and Remiel who both gasped in denial.

"It's Remiel"

"No, it's you."

"Nah it's not."

"Yeah it is—"

20. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

"Me, these two are chicken shits." Michael smirked.

"I don't fuck with anything that has more than four legs." Remiel grimaced, Dean nodding solemnly in agreement.

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[morganalatina21]

Manipulating Death: Chapter Five

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

A/n: as promised, first out of 3 in less than 24h...

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Chapter One Two Three Fourth | Masterlist

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She saw a large house with a beautiful garden separating it from the street, small black metal gate at the beginning of the path.

A large orange cat was pacing back and forth into a big bush, his tail up in the air and ears fluttering to the sides. His green eyes barely look in her direction as she made her way to the front door.

Opening it and stepping inside, she saw the happy family that lived there.

Well, part of it actually.

A small boy was sitting in front of a small coffee table at the living room, showing his three uncles the 200 pieces puzzle he just finished the night before. Two of them were kneeling down in his sides to watch as he explained every character present on the print, the other one sat at a chair and smiled at the boy.

From the kitchen, a tall man came with shoes that could only fit the kid.

"Hey Harry, let's doorbell ditch the neighborhood with your uncles?" He asked and threw the pair of shoes to his son.

The two sitting down with him celebrated and started getting up, hyping the experience.

"You guys are almost 40!" Harry mocked, however tying up the sneakers to join them.

"After 25 you start counting backwards, no one told you that kiddo?" The long-haired man asked, racing the shorter one to the door. They past her, not even noticing the girl.

"Uncle Moony isn't coming?"

"Someone needs to be our alibi, son." He answered, cleaning his glasses and offering the boy a hand, to which he took immediately.

"What's an alibi?"

From the same place the man came, a figure with bright red hair appeared, smiling gently and looked at the only one left.

"I swear to God if James teaches my son about committing crimes I'm gonna lose it."

"To be fair, he's going to Hogwarts in a few years so I'm sure he wants to give his son everything he knew about getting away with things." He replied, reclining softly.

"Getting away? You guys were on detention at least once a month when we were there." She questioned, sighing and sitting on the couch.

He shrugged, tired smile on his face. "You ever think about having another child?"

She held her breath and watched the woman, supposedly her mother, think about the question, lips twitching.

"I don't know. I love Harry profusely, but I don't think I can ever go through this again." Lily replied, patting her skirt and taking cat hair out of it. "Besides, two seem like a lot of trouble. Don't want another mini James running around making me go mad. But why do you ask?"

"Sirius and I have been talking about adoption for quite some time, and we visited this orphanage nearby. There are this twins there, I absolutely loved them." He whispered, looking at the door, hoping to see one of his friends barg in.

"Remus, that's awesome!" She complimented. "But to be honest, I wouldn't have twins. They're just a lot of work and they'll tire you in no time. Just see what Molly's been going through with her twins."

"Yeah maybe you're right."

At this point, she couldn't even breathe. The room was spinning and her ears were ringing like crazy, legs feeling numb. It felt like someone had just punched her throat, struggling to keep the tears from touching the cheek.

The doorbells in the distance from the three marauders and the kid punched her in the head, growing and increasing as time went by.

The girl woke up shaking, moving the shirt away from her throat to make sure nothing was stopping her from breathing.

That nightmare. Again.

It was a current dream, thinking her parents -no, scratch that-, that everyone's life would be better without her.

By far wasn't her worst nightmare, however it pinched right her insecurity.

Regulus twitched, feeling she wasn't there anymore. His hands ran through her waist and she sat on the bed to look at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, raspy and groggy, moving her hair away. She looked at him with teary eyes and buried her face on his neck.

He immediately hugged her, running his fingers through the exposed skin, lying down again and bringing her along.

"Which one was it this time?"

"The house without me." She simply responded. The man had basically an encyclopedia of her nightmares inside his head.

They were living together and he only saw her, for three years now, Regulus knew basically every single piece of her life.

"Come on, you saw their reactions." He said, stroking her hair. "You really think they'd want a life without you?"

It made sense, she had to admit. However her mind was in such a dark place she could only think how it would be way better if her soul never even came to this world.

"Look at me." He asked, stroking her hair. The girl only buried her face even more into his chest.

"Please?"

Sighing deeply, she raised her head a little, staring into his eyes.

"You made my world a thousand times better." Regulus whispered to her face. "I'd still be in so much pain if it weren't for you. Don't let your mind go there. For me."

Spending time like this, breathing deeply in and out, starting to calm herself down, the hand in her hair and those eyes certainly helped. Lying there, she felt at ease.

Like she was floating with her eyes closed in a calm river, having no idea where it'd lead but didn't wanted to know. The water would be filling her ears, stopping the sounds from the outside world to bother her imense peace.

Peace.

That's exactly what she felt.

A small smile took the form of her lips and Regulus mirrored her.

If she was floating on a calm river, this is the time something would cause a light wave, it would make her lift a little and a cold on her belly when falling back, tingling inside her.

Oh, she thought.

Oh, she panicked.

God, no.

This was the last thing she needed right now.

That part was when she realized she had no fucking clue how to swim, and started panicking, wanting to reach shore once again before drowning.

Noticing how her smile faltered, he tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”

“I- uh- nothing. I just- huh- realized I forgot to feed the possessors last night, I’m gonna do it now, just in case.” She said, fumbling to get up.

“Didn’t you give them pie yesterday?”

“Yeah but, you know, there’s a new one, they’ll start to feel weird, it’s better to make sure.” Continued to lie, brushing her hair with her fingers to keep her hands busy and not letting him see she was shaking. “I’ll be back!”

“Y/n is-” But she left before he could finish. “Five in the morning.”

Basically running down the stairs, she sighed deeply. 

This wasn’t happening, no, absolutely not. This couldn’t be happening.

Of all the people in the world? Well, she didn’t knew a lot of people, mostly like ten or twelve and they were all really old.

But the guy she had saved? To be fair, their pain made them get really closer.

But right now? War is banging at your door, how longer do you want to wait?

But why him? Why Regulus? Why not?

Shaking her head and stopping her inner conversation, she cut a big piece of pie he made the day before and stomped her way to the basement once again.

“Oh Merlin’s sake, why me?” She grunted, sitting on the floor with two candles throwing light at the entire place. “And why him?”

The possessor only looked at her, bright red eyes of different sizes staring and following her every movement. A few of them, bigger and harder to be domed were on big metal cages with enchantments surrounding them.

She didn’t fear they’d attack her, not at all, but Regulus she wasn’t sure. After all, he shouldn’t be alive. 

Others, smaller and gentler, would often be out of the cages, especially those who possessed animals, it wasn’t the same “fun” as possessing humans.

Humans were confusing, filled with emotions who often would go against instincts, it was more feelings for them to digest and explore. And right now, she was the perfect mix of them: anger, sadness and confusion.

There was only a small ray of sunshine, of happiness, but it wasn’t enough.

“I mean, he knew my parents, probably my father made fun of him at some point, everyone knows James Potter wasn’t a saint.” She talked, chewing on the pie. “Hum, this is amazing. I see why I’m in love with him.”

She gasped for herself, choking on the food.

“No!” Said, between swallowing. “I’m not in love with him. Plus, Regulus is like twenty or something. He wouldn’t want this fifteen kid with him. It’s better if I just... ignore it, and it will go away. It will past and I can forget all of this.”

The door to the basement opened up and she jumped, thinking it would be said person, however she was met with her brother’s figure carefully stepping down.

“Harry! What are you doing here?”

He left the stairs, looking around to the amount of red eyes looking at him. They reminded him of Voldemort’s eyes, but even those had something beyond them, some spark, the man’s eyes were just... void.

“I heard you on the stairs.” He said calmly. “Thought you were making breakfast but I didn’t find you in the kitchen so I took a wild guess.”

“And it worked!” She giggled. “Usually Reggie makes breakfast while I’m down here training and learning. He should be out of bed in a couple minutes and we can eat.”

“Some of them are bigger than others.” Harry mentioned, looking up her shoulder.

“Yeah, it depends on the person, the kind of death, how long that person was dead, if they accepted it, these type of things.” Y/n explained. “See that one right there?” She pointed at the only big one without bars locking him up. “It came out of Regulus. He knew his death was coming and it took him quite some time to die, and more than ten years later he didn’t accepted.”

Harry stared at the monster, that’s what it looked like. A giant cloudy figure who was tall enough with its paws lightly curved to be on his chest’s size. If his sister wasn’t speaking to him in such light tone, he’d be freezed.

“That’s their intention.” She said, smiling gently. “They want to paralyze you and understand all of your fears, deepest feelings and how ready you are to die. It’s exactly what they do.”

“This big guy in particular gave me a hell of a headache to capture it.” She went on, caressing the top of the creature like one caresses a puppy. “He escaped the house, I was too busy with Regulus I couldn’t go after him. Long story short, we had to move because in just a few days everyone knew what happened and they wanted answers that we couldn’t provide.”

“Did he... kill... anyone?”

“Well, not quite.” She made a weird face, a mix of cringe and sarcasm. “He sure scared a lot of people and sent them to the hospital, that I won’t deny. But he needed someone with as much trouble on the head as Regulus Black, and we were living in a small town were people’s biggest trouble was a pumpkin contest.”

He laughed at that, kind of sounded like where he lived, how aunt Petunia were always so worried abou the farm market and how she wanted to win the best pie in town.

But they probably lived very far apart, something like a possessor walking freely down the street could never go unnoticed his aunt’s long neck and his uncle’s big ears.

“Where did you lived all these years?” He asked, sitting on the floor and crossing his legs. Her life felt like a thousand times more interesting than his.

“After I left Abby’s house I went west, so I visited Wales, probably jumped to Ireland, I’m pretty sure I saw some leprechauns in my life.” She told, still caressing the possessor’s head, who was now asleep in her lap. “But after I saved Regulus we basically just lived around here. After Voldemort’s return we sealed the house even more and I started training these bad boys to attack if someone invaded;”

So that’s what he meant yesterday with “special moves” if anything happened, the boy thought.

“Where exactly are we?”

“In the very North of London, almost Scotland. There’s a beach just a few minutes away if you want to know.” Hearing the bumps upside her head, she smiled. “I guess it’s breakfast time.”

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[regulusttars]

Family is what you make it

I wrote a fanfic of Regulus having dysphoria because i was dysphoric and posted it on AO3 but i'll post it here too

TW: Mentions of Walburga and Orion's A+ parenting (child abuse)

Fuck fuck fuck. I look like shit. I look like a girl.

Slow tears fell from Regulus’ eyes as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He and Sirius had run away to the Potter’s last year and were lovingly accepted into the home. Sirius had come out to Walburga and Orion who did not take kindly to having “mentally ill” transgender children. They had barely made it to the Potter’s before they passed out. 

Over the year,  Regulus and Sirius mended their relationship. Both very happy to know their sibling was going to be safe at home, Regulus drifted towards Fleamont both being on the quiet side, preferring to observe from a distance then being there head first and Sirius to Effie, loving the energy she brought to the home with her smile and cooking.

I need Monty or Remus or someone. Fuck. 

“Amor, you ok in there ?” 

Shit I forgot about James

“I’m fine, J”

“Ok, you ran out the bedroom”

“I’m sorry if I scared you but, um, could you get Remus for me please ? Tell him that it’s an emergency”

“Sure,  Reg, um I know it not the best time to say this but, I love you”

Regulus could hear the smile in James’ voice

“I love you too James, please go now”

Hearing his steps get farther away from the bathroom Regulus let out a heavy sigh, sniffling slightly, he looked into the mirror, only to immediately regret it and look away, trying to control his tears. 

After a minute or 2 a new voice called out from behind the door. 

“Reg ?” 

“Come in, Remus” 

“Hey. I brought your binder and one of James’ massive shirts”

“Thanks Remus, I just. I don’t even know how to describe it. Like, one minute James and I were cuddling, then he wrapped his arm around me and I guess my chest just decided to appear, and then- fuck” 

 Regulus swallowed a sob. 

James probably thinks that I hate him

“I’m sorry for stealing you from Sirius, you can go back now Remus. He’s probably confused”

“Are you sure Reg ? I mean I get it. Before top surgery I got dysphoric all the time. Shit Reg. Some time I still get dysphoric, I’m here for you if you need me” Remus softly smiled as Regulus nodded his head 

As he slipped out of the bathroom Remus poked his head back in “Oh and Sirius said that they wanted me to tell you that he loves you”

“Tell him I love them back”

“Will do.”  and with that Remus was gone.

Slipping onto the clothes Remus gave him, Regulus felt a sense of familiarity as the binder compressed his chest.

Allowing himself to breathe, (as much as the binder allowed him too)  Regulus washed his face and walked out of the bathroom and into the Monty’s lab, which was really just the basement that Monty used for potions

“Monty ? are you done here?”

“Over here kiddo !”

As Regulus’ eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the basement he could make out ingredients. 

“What are you making ?”

“Pain and sleeping potions for Sirius once he gets his top surgery done soon. They are wonderfully excited about it” 

“They’ll be excited under their hormones are outta wack”

Monty let out a chuckle. “What are you down here for, anywho Regulus ? Not to say that you can’t just be down here, to be down here but you did call out for me while walking down.”

“I just wanted to sit with someone and didn’t want to steal Remus away from Sirius”

“Well you’ve come to the right place my boy, Sit, read, study, try to make a new potion, this is your space.” 

“Thank you, Monty.”

“You’re welcome Regulus”

~~~~~~~About 45 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fleamont!!” Effie’s voice rang through the basement

“YES, LOVE ??”

“DONDE ESTA JAMES” 

“UMMMMM I DON’T KNOW BUT REGULUS IS WITH ME”

“ALRIGHT, BUT IT’S TIME FOR DINNER” 

“WE'RE COMING UPSTAIRS NOW LOVE”

With a gentle flick of his wand the ingredients went back into their respective places with the books stacked neatly in the corner of the room.

“Alrighty then. You coming Regulus ?”

“I'll be there in a little bit, Thanks for letting me hangout with you.”

“Anytime Kiddo.”

And with that the basement was empty of people, bar Regulus. 

Shit, I left James all alone, no explanation, nothing. He’s probably worried. Ahh I should apologize. I didn't mean to. It just happened. 

Breathing in Regulus began to climb up the stair only to be met with a face full of James Potter

“Shit!”

“JAMES” 

“SORRY MAMA, Hey Reg. Are you ok?” 

Instead of responding with words Regulus, buried his face in his boyfriend's chest breathing him in, slowly nodding. 

“I’m glad you’re ok” James' voice had dropped to a soft whisper. “I’m sorry by the way. You need me to stay-

“James, it’s ok. Things just happen. It’s ok.”

James audibly breathed out. “Merlin, I thought you hated me for a second” 

“I could never sunshine, I could never”  Regulus smiled softly, wrapping his arms around James

“I know, but I worry sometimes.” James softly pressed a kiss into Regulus’ hair 

“James,the day I hate you is the day the world ends, I love everything about you” he said with a smile “from your messy hair, to your stupid glasses, your somehow incredibly hot deep morning voice, I love you”  he pulled James into a tighter hug resting his head on his chest “I even love when you tease me for being short” he chuckled.

“I love you too, starshine. Even when you fight with Sirius over who's taller when you're both the same height, I love when you yell at me in French cause you forgot what language you’re speaking in. I love your stupid friends and your gray eyes, that you use to get me in trouble with your brother, the bastard doesn't know when to shut up” 

“James, not the time, not the point” he murmured, leaning back to look up at James.

“Whatever, I love you.”  

“STOP BEING SO FUCKING MUSHY” Sirius’ voice called from done the hall “YOU’RE MY BROTHERS, IT’S BASICLLY INCEST” 

“Toujours pur?” 

“James, shut the fuck up” pulling away from the hug, Regulus began walking toward the kitchen. 

“LANGUAGE THE THREE OFF YOU” 

“Sorry, Mum”

“Sorry Effie”

“I’ll probably cuss again, but sorry Effie.” 

“Come on Reg, let’s get to dinner”  

And with that Regulus kissed James one last time, pulling his hand walking to join his family at the dinner table. 

My AO3 is regulusttars

[bolontiku]

"Three Story House"

Avengers AU - Drabble

Characters: Steve, Reader, Bucky

Posted: March 13th

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, feels

A/N: all future writings will be linked thru Ao3 with a small teaser of the chapter posted here.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

*****

@star-trekkin-across-theuniverse (I hope this met the criteria hah)

"After we marry we will have at least two kids."

"Two?!"

"Minimum," Steve chuckled, as you lifted your head to look at him. "What?"

"You know the kids come out of me right?"

Steve leaned up to press a kiss to your lips, "I've seen you take on aliens, kids are gonna be nothing."

**

Bucky helped you, grabbing six bags of groceries, "c'mon doll…"

You snorted and made your way up the steps behind him, kid on your hip, "you know you don't have to do this."

"Course I do, but then who's gonna feed me?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at you.

You rolled your eyes and made your way past him, "Sarah is gonna be out in thirty…"

"That's fine, I can stay and watch the kiddo, me and James are just fine together," he crouched down and smirked at the three year old who beamed up at him, "gotta get in a rematch." Blue eyes flicked up at you as you sighed, he noted the dark bags under your eyes. "Maybe I go for Sarah?"

You looked at the bags, "uhhh, I can get dinner started."

He nodded, "throw it in that slow cooker thing, I'll take the kid and we'll pick up Sarah, you can get in a nap."

You chewed your bottom lip, "I can do this Bucky, you don't have to feel like you have an obligation."

He frowned and stood, you barely met his chin, "I like the kids… make me feel young."

"Alright…" You conceded gratefully.

**

"Three story house-"

"You do know who would be cleaning that Three story house?!"

Steve laughed, "I will!"

You frowned, "Steve–"

"Then how about the wedding?"

"Steve–"

He tugged you along the beach and dragged you closer to him, tucking you in under his arm. "Why do you resist it?" He asked with a heavy sigh.

"You are superhero number one, we rush off to missions all the time. When are we gonna find time to find a Three story house?"

He caught your chin in hand and dragged you in for a kiss, "did I mention this one is up for sale?" He motioned to the house behind him.

You looked over his shoulder and shook your head, "Steve we can't."

He grinned at you and you couldn't help but give him a small smile in return. "We can look."

"Just look. Not like we can get in anyhow."

Steve nodded as he pulled you up towards the house before pulling out a set of keys. "I mean… we could take a peek inside…"

You gaped at him, "they did not give you the keys!"

"I mean.. I am a superhero- your words not mine and Tony is a friend…"

"Steve!"

"Just looking!!!"

**

Bucky snorted as he stepped into the house, the large rescue bounding towards him, Sarah had brought him home. You took one look at her big baby blue eyes and couldn't refuse.

"Hey there Bo, momma around?" He asked, crouching down and running his hands under the dog's face. Bo, James had picked the name and you had told Sarah it was only fair since she had brought him along.

You poked your head out of the kitchen, "hey Buck!"

He grinned as he straightened, "hey Y/N."

"The kids aren't due for another few hours. I just got home and Joe is gonna pick them up for me."

Bucky frowned, Joe was the father of Sarah's friend. He seemed to be coming around a lot lately. "Oh."

You stepped out of the kitchen fully noting the change in his demeanor, "y'okay?" You asked softly.

Bucky nodded, "I should get outta your hair," he said, giving you an awkward grin and shoving a hand into his hair.

You shook your head, "just having a glass of wine. You are in time for my guilty pleasure- want a beer?"

Bucky nodded, you had started stocking his favorite. It was all taste really. "Guilty pleasure?"

You nodded as you came back with your wine glass and his beer, motioning for him to sit on the couch. He followed along, stretching his legs out as he sat beside you, taking the beer and murmuring a thank you.

You eyed his unlocked boots and sighed, tucking your sock covered feet under you and flicking the TV on. He was quick to complain about daytime soaps, but you argued and said nothing when he quickly fell into the web of lies, giving him a quick recap of the last season.

Bucky carefully slipped your wine glass out of your hand and set it on the coffee table. You had fallen asleep against him and he had been too engrossed in the show. He carefully shifted you into a more comfortable position and stared down at you, licking his lips before he gave in and swept your hair out of your face, his own heating up.

**

There was something he wasn't telling you. He had been distracted, quiet, withdrawn. When you questioned him he smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek telling you it was nothing.

You supposed it was exhaustion, he had begun to step away from the superhero gig, maybe he was having trouble adjusting. You understood that, it had taken you some time to switch from missions to groceries and home life.

Was he having second thoughts?

When you approached him about it telling him the two of you could work through it– it had caused a fight. Not one where he screamed and you screamed, but he stormed out the house.

You supposed he stayed at the compound, when you called Bucky he assured you everything would be fine… Steve would be back in the morning. If not let him suffer through the mission, he would be back in a couple days.

**

You had dazed off, hands in the soapy water, the small plate in your hands, eyes tracking the rain.

Bucky watched you for a moment, music quietly playing. The kids were up in their rooms, Bo curled around Sarah. He stepped in quietly, moving to wrap himself around you, you leaned back into him without hesitation.

"Hey you," you hummed, hands moving as you came back to the present. "Got lost in the rain."

"I noticed," he answered.

**

It had rained when you realized Steve wasn't coming back. It was raining when Bucky found you watching over Sarah. You had looked pale when he stepped into the house, it seemed too big now.

It was raining when you spoke, "he won't remember him," you ran a hand over your belly, "he chose to leave, he didn't–" he didn't want us, you couldn't voice it.

Steve had a choice and the family he had been building hadn't been it.

**

"Hey there doll, come here often?"

You laughed, gasping when he pulled you away from the sink, "Buck THE DISHES!"

He pressed a kiss to your neck and pulled your arm around his neck, his left going to your waist. "You're going to get soapy!" You protested, even as you tried to hold yourself away from him.

"Mmm, sounds like a fun time."

You laughed, dropping your face against his chest and relenting, stepping into his solid frame. You took in a deep breath as he moved you to the music, bodies swaying together slowly, it had happened slowly. Falling into Bucky, slowly and it had caused you grief. It had felt like cheating, like you couldn't be happy, like you shouldn't.

Bucky had kissed you here in the kitchen, slow and deep, hands in your hair, tongue sweeping in before the guilt hit you and you pried yourself out of his grip.

Not like now, now you lifted your face as he huffed softly at you. "Ohhh mah gawd!" You exaggerated, attempting to pull away.

Bucky tightened his grip on you laughing loudly as he cornered you into the counter with his thicker body, pressing quick kisses to your face before slanting his lips over yours, the kiss quickly becoming heated yet again.

"Bucky…" You sighed.

He grinned against your lips, "I win."

You snorted and shoved at his chest, "you win nothing! You can sleep on the couch."

He grunted when you punched him in the gut, quickly escaping his hold and making a run for the stairs, laughter floating behind you. "Woman!" He roared and bolted after you.

He caught you in the landing of the second floor, Bo running out as you shrieked, Bucky lifting you off your feet. "Bo! No! Don't take her side!" He protested, being careful not to kick or trip over either one.

"GET 'IM BO!!!" You shrieked, "SARAH!!! COME SAVE YOUR MOMMA!" You screamed for reinforcements.

Bucky grunted as James slammed into the back of his knees. "NooOOooOoo!!!" He cried as Sarah came running with a pillow and he was quickly brought down, the four of you falling to the ground in a heap of body and limbs, Bo barking loudly as he bounded around you all determined to help.

"Save momma!" James screamed, little hands gripping at Bucky's hair bun. Sarah blindly wailed, swinging the pillow without looking, you couldn't breathe, laughter tumbling out of you as Bucky's laughter was muffled under the heap of body limbs.

You paused as little James smacked his hand to Bucky's cheek, pulling at his face as Bucky howled with laughter, there had been a time when you had thought you would never be this happy again… and the moment passed as Sarah wailed on Bucky with her pillow and he tugged you in under him, wrapping himself around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek– happiness, this was what it looked like.

[womanofwords]

Primary Objective: Friendship (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: Meeting Nikola

I woke up to a bunch of texts from Uncle James, and not for the first time, either.

Something you might want to see Made something new in the workshop Project Nikola is about to be launched

Uncle James' projects were the coolest things anybody had ever seen. He was a tech genius. On the other hand, Project Nikola could be basically anything. Maybe he'd attempted to make another crocheting machine that he wanted to show me.

Either way, only one way to find out.

"Mom, I'm going to Uncle James' house!" I said. "He said he wanted to show me a project he was working on!"

Mom looked at me with bleary eyes. "It's 9 AM, honey. When did he even text you?"

I checked my phone. "5 AM."

Mom swore under her breath. She probably thought I couldn't hear her when she did that. "Fine. Get back in time for lunch."

"Yes!"

(PAUSE)

The bus was awful. It smelled stale and I was sat next to a crying baby. But seeing Uncle James would make it all worth it.

"Hey, kiddo!" he greeted. He always called me kiddo, even though we knew that he knew my real name was Alexis. "You're here! Come and see Project Nikola!"

"Wait, what's Project Nikola?"

"Project Nikola isn't about the what this time. It's about the who." Uncle James smiled at me. Now that I looked at him closely, he looked sleep-deprived.

So Uncle James was going to be all mysterious and dramatic. OK then. "OK then. Who's Project Nikola?"

"He's right here." Uncle James scurried over to a green box and pressed a button.

The box unfolded. There was no other way to describe it. Arms sprouted and legs separated. "Hi. I'm Nikola," the robot said. "Who are you?"

"Wait, what? Project Nikola's a robot?!" I spluttered.

"Yes!" Nikola said. "I am a robot. And you must be Alexis."

If I had a drink, I would have spit it out with shock. "You know my name?"

"Yes. I have seen photographs of you before. You are Alexis Boone, and Dr James Boone, my creator, is your uncle." Nikola seemed very proud to remember that.

"I've been showing him pictures of you, along with some other people," Uncle James said. "Helps improve his facial recognition technology."

"Can he come to school with me?"

Nikola's face tilted with confusion. "What's school?" His screen face looked so adorable. He looked like a little kid.

"School is a place where we learn stuff. I go there from Monday through Friday, with time off on the weekends."

"Dr James, can I go to . . . school?" Nikola asked. "You always say that I need to learn. Alexis said that school is a place of learning."

Nikola was the cutest thing ever. "I'll take him!" I offered. "I'll bring him everything he needs! He can borrow my books and pencils and everything!"

Uncle James shook his head sadly. "Alexis, it's not that easy. Nikola is the first fully intelligent robot ever, and I want him to be safe. Hiding him under false pretenses is not keeping him safe."

"So, can I not go to school?" Nikola asked.

Uncle James smiled. "I never said that, Nikola."

The other parts can be found in my Masterlist.

[liviavanrouge]

Missing AU: Gone

Lilia: *Yawns, walking to Livia's room as the baby wailes* Coming Livia! Papa's coming!

Lilia: *Opens the room door, his eyes widening*

???: *Looks at Lilia, holding Livia then leaps out the window*

Lilia: HEY!!!

Cobra: *Stares in alarm as Lilia chased the figure, then hurries after him* Who was that?

Lilia: *Runs beside Cobra, his eyes wide* LIVIA!

???: *Stares at the rushing river then dodges Cobra's claws*

Cobra: *Hisses at the figure, his scaly tail lashing behind him*

Lilia: Cobra, don't let him go anyw-

???: *Tosses Livia down into the rushing river*

Lilia: NO! *Rushes forward, his eyes wide*

???: *Tackles Lilia down the yells in alarm as Cobra slashed his back*

Lilia: *Stares at the river* Livia....

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Lukas: *Yawns* Dad it's the middle of the night!

James: *Looks back at him amused* Lukas as future king, some must get up early..

Lukas: *Perks up, hearing wailing then runs off* Dad! Over here!

James: *Hurries after him then perks up finding a soaked baby by the riverbed*

Lukas: She has a fever!

James: *Snatches Lukas back* She's a fae jaguar....let her die...

Lukas: But-!

James: Her kind are monsters

Lukas: So you'd let me die if I was her?!

James: *Stares down at him then sighs and picks the baby up* ...let's take her back

Lukas: *Beams* She can be my sister!

James: I'm not sure about that kiddo...

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Lukas: *Smiles at the baby* What did the letter say?

James: Seems like it was an attempted assassination, the letter said her name was Livia....the name that was supposed to be put on her stone....

Lukas: *Beams, looking at Livia* It's cute!

Livia(3 months): *Sleeps soundly in the crib, her cheeks flushed*

Lukas: Can't we keep her?!

James: Nobody would accept her as a princess...

Lukas: We'd accept her right!?

James: *Sighs and smiles, nodding to him* Yeah, looks like you have a sister

Lukas: *Beams and looks down at Livia* Isn't that great little sis! Princess Livia has a nice ring to it right!

James: *Chuckles* It does...

[groupiewhoreee]

heyy i absolutely love your fics<33 maybe you could write something smutty with Lars again

hii! tyank you sm appreciate it! <33 omg yes, i could! thx for u req :)

Starry Eyes

Lars Ulrich x Fem!Reader

Warnings:Smut, heavy smut. (Minors dni! 18+ people onlyy. sorry kiddos, don't need you reading smut! although i can't force you, it's highly recommended you don't read this.)

Summary/Plot: In Request <3

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It was after a concert, the crowd cheered while the 4 band mates walked off stage into the backstage area. They dripped in sweat, practically drenched in it. it was like someone dumped a bucket of water on them. You greeted them. "That was an awesome show!" You cheered eagerly. "Thank you, Y/N." James said, with a chuckle. Kirk nodded. Lars and Cliff came walking in after them. They walked into the dressing room.

You stayed out, and you heard the showers running, meaning one or two of them hit the showers. You sat somewhere somewhat comfortable. You looked around, seeing the amps, and guitars. You thought all that shit was cool. Seeing people work with their hands switching from one chord to another. Seeing the drummer play was cool as well. You sighed, ur breath hitched. James and Kirk walked out of the dressing room. "So, what'd you think of the songs? This was our first time playing 'Ride The Lighting' live, y'know?" Kirk said, a smile peered across his lips.

"You guys did really well. The songs were great!" You exclaimed. "Well, I'm glad you like it. We still have another show in New York somewhere." James said. "Wonder how that's gonna go. The line to get in would be long as hell. Considering New York streets are crowded. Never clear." Kirk joked. "I agree. New York is never empty. Even if theres 10 inches of snow. They'd be walking thru the snow like it's nothing." You laughed. James pulled out a cigarette, lighting the tip. He smoked it. "Still haven't figured out what we should do for our next album." James said. "Maybe it could have something to do with justice?" You said. "I don't know. But that'd be cool. Liberty and justice for all." Kirk smiled.

Cliff walked out. "Whats up?" Cliff asked. "Dunno, talking about our show in New York and shit." You said. "Oh yeah? Well I think New York would be somewhat cool? But walking the street's going to bars and stuff would be crazy. People swarming you for autographs. Too chaotic for me." Cliff said. "I agree." You nodded ur head in agreement with Cliff. "Whats Lars doing?" You asked. "Dunno. Maybe go check on him?" Kirk would say. "Alright, be right back." You said. You walked in, Lars was peeling the tape off his fingers. "Hey, Y/N." Lars smiled cockily. "No need for the cocky look Lars. I was just checking in on you." You rolled ur eye's playfully.

"I still haven't jumped in the shower yet." Lars explained. "I think I might need too, theres like no air conditioning up in here. I'm sweating. I feel drenched." You explained. "Okay, you go do that. I'll be in here." He said. You walked off. Your clothes were fine, so you would rewear them. You hopped in the shower, ur body fully exposed. You close the shower curtain and door. You heard footsteps though. You grabbed one of the clean non-used loofas. You cleaned urself, rinsing everything off. You started cleaning ur hair. You soon washed everything,. The shower shut off. You peeked out. You quickly grabbed the towel, drying urself off before wrapping urself in the towel. The towel was kinda short. Lars came by. "Holy crap." He muttered to himself. You looked around for ur clothes. "Where the hell did I put my clothes?" You asked, bending over and looking down to see if you left it there.

You turned around, looking at Lars. You looked down, seeing his rock hard dick poking thru his pants. "Shit-" He looked at you. You just froze. "Need help- uhm, with that?" You asked. Lars nodded, mesmerized. You walked over to Lars, getting down on ur your knees. You pulled Lars pants down, and his boxers. You kissed the tip, your wet lips teasing Lars. He held his hands up, throwing his head back slightly. You put your warm mouth onto his dick. You started sucking, gagging slightly. Muffled noises escaped you. "Fuckk," Lars groaned. He moved his hands to ur hair, his fingers intangled into your hair. He rocked his hips.

Cum drizzled into your throat. You gagged, taking ur mouth off his dick. You swallowed, biting ur lip. Lars moved you against the wall. He tore ur towel off. He slowly entered you. "Lars!" You moaned out, your heart pounding. He gripped ur hips, leaning into the crook of ur neck, kissing and leaving love bites across ur shoulder and up ur neck. "So tight," Lars whispered. He moved his hands to your hair. tugging at it slightly. "Please.." You whined. "Please what? Use your words baby." He cockily said. "Please go faster.." You whimpered. He nodded, going faster at the moment.

Cum leaked between ur legs. You panted. Lars pulled out of you, cumming on ur ass. He grunted, putting his clothes on, and helping you especially. You two walked out, acting like nothing happened.

The boys snickered.

You both looked at each other. "What?"

"Nothing." James laughed.

"Whatever." You and Lars went to sit down next to them. Cliff just laughed.

"Oh shut up!" You said. "Okay okay." Kirk said, chuckling.

[awanderingdeal]

This was supposed to be funny, but some how we got into Sirius parent trauma....

so yeah,

content warning for implied past parental abuse.

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove

Rating: G

"Leo! Pass it to me!" Harry called, banging his stick eagerly against the ice. Leo obliged, earning a toothless grin as Harry collected the puck.

With a slight wobble - he was still getting used to his recent growth spurt - Harry turned to make his way up to the other end of the ice. The turning issue aside, Sirius noticed he moved much more steadily than he did even six months ago.

Still, Pascal stole the puck from Harry with ease. "Got you," Pascal said. Small lines creased the skin around his eyes and mouth as laughter bubbled on his lips.

"Dumo," he spat. "Dumo. More like Dumbo."

"Harry James Potter!"

Sirius jerked his head upright. He'd almost forgotten James there; a mess of hair and hazel coloured eyes just visible over the wall which surrounded the rink. He must be kneeling now, but the last Sirius had seen he'd been sat colouring pictures with the youngest Weasley. He held his breath for a second, releasing it in a slow controlled manner just as his therapist had taught him. And another. This was James.

He let his eyes land on Harry again. His Godson was looking up at Pascal petulently, his small fist in a tight grip around his stick.

"Harry," James said again. "Come here please."

For a second, it seemed Harry was going to disobey his father. Then his shoulders dropped, he tore his gaze away from Pascal's gently raised eyebrow and started a slow skate over to James. Sirius felt his own muscles relax.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on the palm on his hand, hoping he appeared nochalent whilst he strained his ears. He was sure he could hear everything but James.

"And this is why not having children is good thing," Logan laughed. "They say terrible two's but it should be more like terrible tens."

"He's eight," Leo snorted.

"It keeps you on your toes. Keeps you young," Pascal said.

"Alright, old man." Logan shook his head fondly, taking the puck off the end of Pascal's stick. "Who's got who now?"

"Leo, how fond of this one are you?"

"Can't lie, I quite like him," Leo laughed.

Pascal grunted. "Shame."

Sirius made his lips curl up into the smile he knew would be expected, glancing over at James and Harry with every third breath. His mouth was dry and he needed water, but he wasn't sure if he stood his legs would bear his weight. And Remus had gone to get drinks. It'd be weird if he followed. Or would it? Yeah, Remus would know. Maybe he wanted him to know?

Just as he thought his the pulsing behind his eyes was going to get too much and his head would actually explode, James smiled. He reached out and ruffled Harry's hair, his lips forming familar words. "Love you kiddo."

As Harry skated back out onto the ice, Sirius took another breath. This time his body knew what to do with it. James met his eyes now, rolling his eyes in Harry's direction. The smile Sirius returned was more genuine.

"My dad says I have to apologise to you," Sirius heard Harry mutter some what in Pascal's direction.

"Okay," Pascal nodded.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I shouldn't have called you Dumbo. It was rude.

Pascal nodded again and Harry straightened up a little. "Apology accepted. Thank you."

"Can we play again now? But can you let me keep the puck at least sometimes. It's not fun otherwise."

Sirius frowned, guilt replacing the fear that had just been. James was a good dad. James was not either one of his parents. He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to scrub away the guilty feeling.

"Hey love," Remus sat down, handing Sirius a drink. Remus' weight against his side was familiar and warm, comforting in a way nothing else was.

"I'm fine," Sirius said.

"I didn't say you weren't," Remus said, fixing his eyes on Sirius. He stared and Sirius knew he was assessing the situation. They'd done this enough times. "Do you want to talk about it or leave it for Thursday?"

Thursday. Therapy day. God, he was going to have so much to talk about this week.

"Thursday," Sirius replied. "I just...I forgot who I was with for a bit. I'll tell you about it later."

Remus didn't reply, instead pressing his lips to Sirius' jaw and curling their fingers together. Sirius leaned into him, letting himself relax back into watch his friends. His good friends, who were good parents.

[live-from-flaturn]

Brothers in Arms

partially inspired by a conversation with @shouyo-yo

Wordcount: 435

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“Hey, P’Kinn,” Chay approaches his brother-in-law and grins with disarming sweetness. “Can I have this?”

This happens to be a small Sig Sauer pistol with the safety engaged. Kinn’s eyes widen and he swallows thickly, throat bobbing. “Uhm…” 

His first instinct is obviously to think: What would Porsche say? What would Porsche want me to do?

Because Chay is Porsche’s younger brother, and Kinn’s partner is fiercely protective of his family. But Kinn also understands that Chay has grown up in a violent environment, surrounded by people who were (and are) constantly trying to hurt him or the people he loves. Surely Porchay knows how to handle small arms just as well as Porsche. He’s already been nineteen for three months. He’s an adult.

Plus Chay has been hanging around Kim for who knows how long (really, who knows? Kinn would also like to know, please and thank you), and Kim is a walking armory most of the time. Popstar alter-ego or no. 

Chay’s chirpy voice interrupts his thoughts: “P’Kinn?”

“Oh, right. Uh, sure… Kiddo?”

“Eeee! You’re so awesome! Thanks P’Kinn, you’re the coolest!” Chay does a few cheesy poses with the Sig, probably trying his best to channel James Bond or… Or that guy from Mission Impossible, whatever his name is. Kinn’s head snaps up when Chay speaks again, “Hey! Do I look like a superspy?” 

He does one more goofy movie-poster-adjacent pose and then, without pausing to hear Kinn’s answer, spins on his heel and makes for the door.

“I’m going to show P’Kim how cool I look. Thanks again, Phi!”

“Yeah. Alrighty, then. Go get 'em… uh, tiger.” 

Luckily, Porchay is already well out of earshot. Relieved, Kinn says a quick prayer of thanks for being saved from the embarrassment of anyone hearing such an awkward farewell.

As he passes through the foyer a few moments later, Kinn hears Kim’s raised voice filtering from just outside the Compound’s the main door: “Angel, are you carrying a gun? Like a real, operational gun?”

“Yeah! P’Kinn said I could have it!”

“When?”

“Just now.”

“Why?!”

“Because… I asked?”

“Can I have it, babe?”

“No! It’s mine!”

Chay giggles to punctuate his declaration, and the sound sends chills directly down Kinn’s spine. 

He’s been the sole head of the Main Family for over a year now, and before that he’d seen his Papa’s handiwork up-close and personal. But something about Chay’s laughter, just a hair to the wrong side of cutesy, has his blood running colder than ice-floes in his veins. 

Well this kid is perfect for Kim, obviously. They’re probably soulmates meeting again for another lifetime together. His romantic thoughts are interrupted by a not-too-distant shout.

“Hey! Kinn!” 

Time to become scarce.