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stxrvel · 13 days

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plot twist (1)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader. content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, fangirling a lot and some self-deprecation. no proofread. this is just silly writing, we're on the safe zone for now. a/n. hi guys! i was gonna wait a little bit but i'm really excited about this one so you're gonna have earlier! thank u all for the support and i really hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

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You met them all at school. Each with their own ambitions, their different dreams, but so similar in the nature of their core. It was almost funny how everyone with their dissimilar personalities fit so strangely well into one school group. There were times when you could still remember how you used to tell them that all together they could rule the world.

Maybe that's why you didn't see them years ago.

Jeon Jungkook was an idol. There wasn't an hour in the day or a screen in the city where you weren't watching him. He was so popular around the world that you suspected that not even one person didn't know him. His voice was on every radio station, on every cell phone of the people you passed on the street and on the buses, his face on the TV sets with the last interview he had done, as if it were a national achievement. You even saw him in restaurants, chefs naming dishes after him, production companies releasing collaborations with his company. There wasn't an object in that city that didn't have Jungkook's face on its forehead. It was impossible to escape him.

He was closely followed by Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, two of the most promising models of the last decade, a national pride hand in hand with Jungkook. You didn't see them as often as Jungkook, but they still swept the international public and there was hardly anyone who didn't talk about them. Invited to catwalks in Paris, choosing their contracts and collaborations, wearing the most expensive clothes that you wouldn't even think of buying, wearing beautiful matching jewelry, expensive enough that a single outfit from each of them could buy you five houses in the small town they all came from. Taehyung and Jimin were known as the Siamese twins of modeling. Wherever one went, the other always had to be. Their exclusivity was incomparable.

In levels of recognition, Min Yoongi followed them in line. A great rapper who was well received by the general populace. Yoongi had managed to captivate a large audience thanks to his incredible command of the production of his music and his ease and gift for writing his own lyrics. His growth was gradual, but when he touched the sky he never went down again. His popularity was not low even though his presentation to the public was not that high compared to the other three. Still, Yoongi had enough charisma and talent to stand out, especially when his fans were obsessed with highlighting the duality he had when he was on stage and when he did those seventy question interviews with Vogue or whatever… that had made him one of the best rappers of his generation and probably of the last century.

Kim Namjoon was the owner of the company that made Jungkook's debut and welcomed Yoongi with total creative freedom. If he were not solely focused on music, he would surely also be Taehyung and Jimin's agent. Namjoon had inherited a company from his parents, but the success he had turned it into over the past few years, into one of the most profitable businesses in the country, was entirely to his credit and effort. His popularity was also high, because everyone said he was too handsome to be a mere businessman; not knowing, of course, that everything involved in maintaining such a business required much more than a pretty face. Of Namjoon the public didn't know too much, not probably like the other guys and you, if he was still half the person he was before.

Hand in hand with Namjoon were Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin. Hoseok was and still is to this day a national pride as he passionately played tennis since school and turned professional, reaching to participate in major international tournaments representing his country and winning one of them. However, two years after that great feat, an accident involving one of his hands prevented him from continuing to play. No one knows exactly what happened during the more than a year and a half that he almost completely disappeared from the public eye, but when he returned with his huge smile he announced that he would dedicate himself to dance, opening his own academy throughout the center of the city. Although he was not a recurrent teacher, his academy was one of the best in the country, and of course, it was financed by Namjoon's company. At one time Hoseok became Namjoon's associate.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was the one who kept the lowest profile. He was a great doctor, cardiovascular if you were not mistaken. In addition to being an amazing surgeon, his research projects were the ones everyone looked forward to the most at the end of each year. You didn't know much about the subject, but he was almost like the guru of medicine in his field specifically. The only reason he was so much in the public eye being a doctor was because he was regularly seen in the company of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi. The four of them made up the holy grail of dilfs.

They had all had incredibly successful careers and you were glad that they had been able to accomplish everything they once talked about on the rooftop of Namjoon's house, with sneaky steps so their parents wouldn't scold them when they sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning.

You didn't know exactly what it was - or you didn't want to acknowledge it - that succumbed inside you every time you saw or heard about any of them on the news or on social media. Because yeah, no matter how low media exposure any of them had, always the faces of all seven appeared on your TikTok every week.

It was amazing how they had all moved on and you… well, you-

“Weren't you supossed to leave?”

You lifted your head from your phone, trying to hide it with trembling hands as you let Taehyung's face next to Jungkook's plunge into the darkness of your apron pocket.

“Huh?”

You tried to look distracted, returning your gaze between your boss and the notes next to the cash register. She had a soft gaze, between amused and sisterly. Her brown eyes shifted from your eyes and hot cheeks to the notes you held upside down in your hands, pretending to work as if she herself hadn't seen you completely frozen and gawking at the pair of the country's great casanovas.

“I thought you were leaving earlier today,” your boss shifted, settling her trench coat and long brown strap bag over her shoulder. At that moment she was leaving to walk around to each of the locations she had in town, just to do follow-ups. “Don't tell me you forgot.”

You followed her index finger until it landed on the red circle you had drawn on the calendar placed in your little cubicle a couple of weeks ago, with hearts surrounding it and exclamation points. Yes you remembered, of course you remembered, but at the point where you were at the time no one was going to miss you if you didn't attend.

“I didn't forget…” your voice trailed off as you looked down, your fingers finding the tips of the pages more entertaining than your boss's worried expression.

“y/n, you asked me to leave earlier this day from four months ago,” her high-pitched voice echoed in your head, reminding you how excited you had been a while ago for this day to come. “You can't just give up like that. Come on. You still have time.”

You began to shake your head, releasing your grip on the woman who was looking at you with the same worried eyes of a mother. Your boss had been one of the most encouraging people you'd ever had in your life, besides the handful of friends you had stored in your phone's contacts.

“It was a bust last time. I don't plan on going through that again.”

“But hadn't you told me afterwards that you weren't going to let that stop you? You said… what was it? I can't drown in this glass of water.”

You grudgingly resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Really you of four months ago was a deluded fool.

“I had no idea about life at the time.”

Your boss clicked her tongue, dropping her hands on your shoulders, giving little squeezes whose familiarity stole your breath.

“I'll leave Patrick waiting for you in case you change your mind.”

You shook your head, evading the memories. The man outside the store shook his head in greeting as the two of you turned to look at him, as if he knew you were talking about him.

“Don't miss this opportunity because you're afraid. It may change your life.”

You watched her leave, the clacking of her low heels drawing the attention of everyone in the store, earning every possible stare as she did every time she entered any room. Her chauffeur, Patrick, greeted her with a similar nod of his head as before and stood leaning against the black car parked right where he could get a perfect view of your nervous face.

You, unlike the great and successful lives of your high school friends whose company you still used to miss like a fool, had not had such a great and successful life.

You were a writer. Well, an attempted writer and, worse, part-time. The other part-time was this job behind the cash register at the largest pastry chain in the country. Or sometimes as a waitress, it depended on the day. There was good pay, mind you, at least it allowed you to make up for the losses you took every time you tried to sell a book and then had to market it on your own, only to have five purchases once every seven months and three of them were from your parents and brother. The other two were from your friends.

Four months ago you had been invited to a sort of convention for readers, how they had found you and why? You had no idea, but the idea of being considered in that way drove you crazy at the time. You were so excited that you had more copies of your failed books printed and prepared your booth several days in advance to present them to the horde of people who, you were sure at the time, would come to meet you.

Only one person came by to ask you about the bathroom.

You never recovered from that.

Even with all that failure, that same day you were invited to another convention and, for a while, you were excited to attend. Everyone goes through those kinds of bumps at some point in their life, right? You have to work hard to earn that kind of fame, you kept telling yourself. But as time went on and your networks didn't grow and your videos didn't get more than ten views, or fifty views at most in a week, you began to lose that spark of excitement you held for your dream. Your parents had never turned your back on what you wanted to do, but it was too demotivating and discouraging to have spent so many years at it, so many headaches and tears invested for you to just keep losing and losing money.

That was why you were sure you wouldn't go to that convention if you had to go through that mockery again. You hadn't even bothered to go and fix your booth so surely they already knew you weren't going.

“Have you seen them yet??????”

The female voice coming from the wine cellar made you jump up on your chair.

“Jesus, Yuna, you almost killed me here.”

“I don't care! We could die right now for all we care!”

“Wow, speak for yourself.”

“Haven't you seen theeeem?”

Yuna held up her phone, the screen at full brightness blinding you for a moment. The blurry dots you saw from the proximity of the device told you nothing, as your friend jumped excitedly beside you.

“God, hold still.”

Grabbing her wrist, you leveled the phone to see her TikTok and a picture of three men.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook coming out of a building. From Namjoon's building.

“They look amazing, don't they? They just came out! That means their car will pass in front of us any minute!”

Yes, Namjoon's building was just a few blocks away from your boss's place. In fact, your boss knew him and many times they would prepare large orders for parties at his company. You had never seen him set foot in this place or any other in the country, but every time he went to celebrate something he had to dial your boss's personal number and you would work until your backs burned because everything had to be perfect for the big businessman.

“Are you going out to greet them or what?” you frowned, letting go of her wrist and returning your gaze to the notebook next to the cash register.

Yuna let out an excited exclamation.

“Ohhhh~, should I? Should I?”

You grabbed her by the collar of her uniform as she tried to pass behind you.

“We're still on business hours.”

“I'm sure Sol wouldn't mind,” her almost heart pupil eyes stared down the street, her hands moving in front of her like she was a zombie. She almost seemed possessed by her fanaticism. Though of course you didn't blame her, if you didn't know any of the seven knights of the underworld you would surely be as excited as she was.

“Don't put words in her mouth. You'd better tell me if the lady's batch of cakes is out yet-”

Commotion erupted throughout the room. You almost saw in slow motion how all the people in the premises got up and running in the direction of the glass doors when you heard the screams coming from far away.

“They're comiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!”

Sometimes you wondered how they dealt with this level of fanaticism.

The ground almost shook with the amount of people running after a black car, where the three men who were causing such a furor so early that day were most likely to be, and the commotion was not tiny inside the venue where the screams erupted.

Having to deal with that on a daily basis would easily turn someone into a hater. Not that you were one... strictly...

“God, for a moment we breathed the same air,” Yuna plopped down on the table, her body doubled over with her eyes lost. You resisted the urge to smack her forehead.

“Their car windows were up.”

“So you saw them, right?????”

“Argh.”

You had to drag her back to work as the excitement in the store dissipated. You attended to another batch of consumers while Yuna fixed the display case and, in a moment of lapse you could almost tell, her back suddenly straightened and she turned to look at you with her eyes a little too wide. You passed the change to the man in front of you, who barely sent you a confused glance before continuing to claim his order at the other corner of the store.

“What's wrong with you?”

“You shouldn't be here.”

“Don't say that with that face. You look creepy,” you pulled out the bill to tuck it under the cash register as Yuna approached, leaving the frightened face behind.

“Wasn't that convention today?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then why aren't you there?”

“Do I look like I want to be there?”

“Y/n! It's a great opportunity. You should-”

“A great opportunity for what, to be a laughingstock again?”

Yuna pursed her lips, looking almost pained that you would remember in that way the experience that was supposed to change your life. She had been one of the ones who had accompanied you to set up the booth and she was sure she had never seen you smile so much during all the time the two of you had known each other. Yuna was aware of how over time you seemed to have lost interest in this new convention, but she didn't think you would finally decide not to go.

On the sly, she had prepared your booth with the help of your mother and Sol, your boss.

“You were never a laughingstock! Don't say that,” Yuna patted your forearm harder than necessary. “Besides, I recently logged some purchases on the site! How do you-?”

“I know it was you and mom,” you raised your voice to interrupt her, stepping archly away from her body.

“What the… Of course not, ha, ha!”

“You're the only fools who would write down celebrity names to register purchases. Besides, the addresses don't even exist.”

“Fuck, I told her that wouldn't work.”

Under your heavy gaze, Yuna had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Okay, I'm sorry! We wanted to motivate you to go to the convention.”

“Can't you just let me do my own thing? If I don't want to go, I won't go.”

“Even if you leave Patrick waiting there?”

You followed his gaze, watching the man pull an umbrella out of the trunk of the car as the slightest breeze brushed against his body and the water droplets were smaller than a dew that the two of you had to squint to see them on the glass of the entrance.

“Whatever it is, I'm not going.”

“y/n…” Yuna pleaded, coming closer with her puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“y/n, please…”

“No and stop doing that. You look weird.”

“I don't,” Yuna pulled away to frown at you. “I once heard you agreed with Seoyeon about my puppy face being cute.”

“I never agreed with that!”

“Seojun told me so!”

“Your first mistake is believing Seojun.”

“Do you blame me if the reason is your demonstration of love for me?”

“That was your second mistake.”

“Y/n!”

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That day you arrived home a little later than usual. Since Patrick had been waiting for you all day in the sun and mini rain and refused to let you take a cab on direct instructions from Sol, you asked him to take a ride downtown so you could buy the teokkboki your mom loved and incidentally bought some for him, even though he didn't want to accept it at first.

“y/n, dear, how did it go?”

Your parents were in the living room when you arrived playing Go. Your father left the table when he saw you carrying the bag of food and came over to take it from you.

“What does our little writer bring here, a contract by any chance?”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as your mother tried to get your father's attention by wildly waving her fan, while the man rummaged through the bag to find something warm and delicious smelling.

“Oh, it's teokkboki.”

Your mother stopped waving her arm to stare at the bag with sparkling eyes.

“The ones from the center? From Mrs. Wang?”

You nodded in her direction, taking a seat in their midst on the floor. Your parents started a pitched battle to see who would break the bag first to try the first batch of teokkboki and you could only watch them with a smile on your face. The day may have been difficult, but being home at the end of the day always made you feel so much better.

Amidst laughter and anecdotes, trying to avoid the elephant in the room because you knew your mother's furtive glances weren't for nothing, the three of you ate teokkboki until you were bursting at the seams. You organized the kitchen with your father while your mother grumbled from the living room whatever he said about her. You watched the three of you favorite soap opera on the fixed schedule and finally got ready for bed.

With your body more relaxed and lighter, you let yourself sink into the softness of the sheets, completely ignoring the messages Yuna had sent earlier and the stupid questions your brother asked at the most inopportune moments.

How do I unclog a bath?

Do I add salt to the rice???

Where do I get the kimchi mom makes?????

His independence was probably one of the worst things that could happen. You being the older sister thought you would leave home first. Even according to your twelve year old diary, you should have been married by then or at least planning your amazing, mega giant wedding, complete with helicopters and puppy dogs carrying drinks through the reception. You didn't know what kind of crazy dreams you had when you were younger, but up to that point you hadn't been able to fulfill any of your inner child's desires except to study for a career you were passionate about.

Still, what good had that done in the end? Maybe you should've listened to your grandparents to study medicine. Maybe your parents should've been a little more conservative instead of libertarian, which your grandparents always complained about when they had the chance. If you were a disgrace to anyone in the family, it was to them.

Ah, what a long day.

You didn't know at what point you fell asleep, but the incessant sound of your phone vibrating next to your pillow woke you up. With a grunt, you moved your hands to put the device in front of one of your half-open eyes to find Yuna on caller ID. Your eyes moved upward.

It was one in the morning!

“What the fuck are you doing calling at this hour? It better be an emergency because-”

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING THAT YOU DON'T CHECK YOUR MESSAGES?”

“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING! WHY WOULD I BE DOING ANYTHING ELSE BUT SLEEPING?”

“I'VE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR A WHILE NOW, Y/N!”

“YUNA HOW CAN I NOT FUCKING SLEEP-?”

“Well, whatever!”

You let out an exasperated snort, giving her time to say what she had to say.

“You're going to fall on your ass.”

“I'm lying down.”

“Your books have sold a thousand copies in the last hour!”

Silence. Absorbing silence…

“Yuna, if you really woke me up to play a fucking prank on me I'm going all the way to your house to pull out every single one of your hairs with a fucking tweezer.”

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I'm not kidding! Get on your fucking Instagram! What's worse is that's not the most shocking news. Well… depends on how you look at it.”

“Yuna, I don't think I'm following you.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung was at the reader convention and he took a picture of your books and UPLOADED IT TO HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES!!!!! AN HOUR AGO! The damn shopping notifications woke me up and I think I took too much time trying to process what was going on because they already tripled!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, did you start smoking weed?”

“Ugh, why are you so insufferable? Just look at fucking Instagram!”

You didn't want to believe Yuna, but a part of you was vibrating in anticipation. You'd already seen her text messages, her exclamations and voice notes, you'd barely processed the images she'd sent you. You logged on to Instagram. The first thing you noticed was the exorbitant amount of notifications and direct messages.

You had to search for Taehyung's account because you weren't following him.

There was the colorful arc around his profile picture. The story.

You clicked on his picture on the screen.

Your books were all over his story, with his hand holding one of them.

It jumped out at you that there was a stand of your books that you had no idea where it had come from.

A description loomed between the image.

One of the best fantasy books I've read in recent years. And by one of the best writers I've ever met in my life.

Your user was next to the description. You had no idea how fucking Kim Taehyung had gotten your user when it wasn't even something related to your name. You hadn't even uploaded pictures of yourself once in all the time that account had been open.

“Did you see it?? Can you see I wasn't lying?”

With Yuna's malevolent laughter in the background, you felt your mind escape into an unknown mental space.

“You're going to be rich!!! And I'm going to meet Kim Taehyung!”

Your mind was racing a thousand miles an hour trying to make sense of what your eyes couldn't credit. His story was replaying on your screen. So many things you could say and just…

“What the fuck?”

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#bts x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kim taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #hobi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x you #bts x fem!reader #series: i can fix them

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localsharkcryptid · 1 month

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Welcome to I share my all time favorite headcanon with the class cause I've been having a shitty past couple of days.

This headcanon? Well it's about a cat named Boots.

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"Dream never intended to get a cat or anything he could be attached too again, let alone one while on the way to set his long-term plan into action. Yet here he was with a scrawny little Siamese cat at his heels that was looking at him as if he were the best thing in the world."

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Long story short, Dream finds a cat while heading out to get to work on building the vault for the staged finale. He doesn't mean too, it just kinda happens when he comes across and abandoned village - there's not much in terms of loot but there is a cat. A single little cat who INSTANTLY attaches himself to Dream, he's not skittish, he doesn't run, no he simply decides "You're my human now!!!!!" and well Dream unfortunately can't get out of it. Dream inevitably becomes attached to the little guy as well even if it goes directly against his whole act that he's committing to in a few weeks with the staged finale.

After the staged finale the cat, now named Boots is entrusted to Punz and he settles in well enough amongst the other animals in the mercenary's home. He trails after Punz a LOT, turning out to be quite the social little critter and the #1 beekeeper assistant (even if he has a habit of licking the bee hives here and there)

It takes awhile till Boots and Dream are reunited post-prison break, Punz having to wait quiet awhile for things to settle on the server before bringing Boots to the prison. Dream partly worries that the little cat will run from his now mangled and disheveled appearance when he first sees him, but Boots does quite the opposite - he practically launches from Punz's arms and bolts for his original owner. The little guy loudly meowing and pawing at the hybrid till he's picked up, then the purring starts and it certainly doesn't stop. While Boots certainly doesn't understand what's happened, he does understand that his owner needs comfort so that's what he pretty much commits too - hopping up and purring against Dream whenever possible to help him heal and to ease the pain. It certainly at least helps Dream feel a little less lonely through it all, that's for sure.

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Appearance wise, Boots is a very thin and gangly thing even after being well fed. He's a simple Siamese named for his exceptionally dark back paws/legs that don't quite match up with his front ones - he looks like he wears, well, Boots! His eyes seem a bit too big and are that classic shade of icy blue, all in all he's just a little guy who doesn't seem to have the lights on upstairs. Too full of love for proper thoughts. The bright green collar he eventually gets doesn't even fit right but he manages to keep it on regardless.

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Some other fun notes:

He has a shoestring from one of Dream's boots that is his absolute favorite toy, he often will parade it around and bring it to people when he wants to play.

He's a little climber and has a habit of perching on just about anything, including people's shoulders - it's not uncommon for him to become an oddly shaped cat scarf.

His favorite treats include eggs (cooked or uncooked, he doesn't mind either way), sweet berries, any and all meat scraps, and bits of watermelon!

#c!dream #dreblr #dsmp headcanon #cdream #dsmp #dream smp #crypts rambles

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wri0thesley · 6 months

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Cat dad anon here: ironically by the the time you posted my response I got sick again lol funny how that works (I’m not mad btw i thought it was just funny because i forgot i sent that originally)

I would like to add to this with genshin WOMEN as cat moms.

Arlecchino is technically a cat dad literally because she has Lynette and Lyney. But also those two have snuck in many a stray into the hearth to keep as their own. Ironically enough many end up becoming hers in the classic: dad who didn’t want cat ends up being cat’s favorite. Well she sees no reason to fight it now, it makes the kids happy to have the cat even if it seems to prefer her. Rest assured that kitty will be well cared for not just because it has a bunch of orphans caring for it but because Arlecchino makes sure it only eats the most delectable of fish.

Jean is probably the one who gets a emotional support cat. A gift from Lisa perhaps? A affectionate little fluff ball that lingers around her helping her feel more at ease. Its been trained to bump her with its head whenever she gets too tense or stressed in order to indicate its time to relax and give the kitty some pets. It helps immensely as if she stays up too late the cat will simply lay ontop of her work forcing her to turn in for the night.

Another is Undoubtedly Chlorine. Awaiting her each day is a cat waiting by the door to greet her by immediately begging for food. A very loud kitty maybe a siamese as its miles more chatty than she herself is.

Ningguang possesses a common breed of cat surprisingly. Not s luxurious breed at all but rather a simple black cat. (Fun fact black cats were originally thought of as good luck) but this cat isn’t not at all poised or graceful. Infact its quite troublesome. It seems to be mischievous on purpose. If it is hungry then you will know from the sudden sounds of pottery falling. Since then most pots are reinforced to not be knockable. But the cat is a plump bastard because the staff struggled to calm it. Still even with its mischievous nature is Ningguang quite content with the creature. She sleeps with them cuddled by her as she used to cuddle cats while she lived on the streets for warmth. In fact the very cat she owns was picked out because it resembled her stray cat friend who passed long ago. Which is also why she will not even entertain the idea of replacing it and glares at anyone who suggests it. Her kitty is her respite from her stress as she can now spoil her little friend.

Beidous cats would be different. As she is a captain it actually would make sense to have cats onboard. Infact its a common. Ship cats are good for mice management but that also means they may not be as affectionate as they’re more wild like. More busy below decks stalking the mice. But beidou’s cats are a bit different. They proudly display to her their bounties so she’ll reward them with much love and affection. Plus there’s her pal kazuha who is canonically a cat magnet. Those cat lives better lives than some people!

And of course Lisa. Lisa definitely seems like she’d end up attracting other cats than actually having one of her own. Like if Kaeya has a kitty then it may find Lisa swaying it to her side with promise of quality naps and treats. Or if Jean is out on business she is the cat babysitter who will be lounging with the kitty enjoying a nice nap. Eventually she’d end up attracting a permanent cat who snuck into the library during a storm. She let the guy stay in of course but even after weeks have passed does it refuse to leave. Its more of the library’s cat but she is the librarian. She playfully gave it the title of her assistant as it likes to sit at her desk with her paperwork displayed like its actually doing buisness. It even has its own Favonious collar labeling it as a official employee of the Knights. The cat seems to Mimic Lisa alot. It follows her to greet and check on jean and play with Jean’s own kitty cat. But it doesn’t like going outside where its more noisy. It would rather nap on the sunlight coming through the window.

CAT MOMS . . . be still my heart. and oh no anon i'm sorry to hear that; i am sending you soup and hoping if you have a kitty of your own it is providing the healing snuggles and purrs that you deserve!

lisa's library cat is making me feel so soft; i adore her and the thought of walking into the library to see her snoozing behind the desk with the cats of the rest of the knights of favonius deciding she's a lovely pillow and a perfect napping spot . . . sigh.

navia definitely has a plump spoilt kitty who is dressed in the finest of clothes; she can't resist giving it a sweet treat now and then, and everyone in poisson knows that the cat with the lovely ornate collar belongs to their demoiselle and as such gives the cat a freshly caught fish or a bit of chicken or too many pets and loves!

miko is very fond of cats because they're just as tricky as she is; they tend to follow her around - but her favourite is a sleek black cat who sits, mostly, off to one side. it follows her but it doesn't want fusses or too many pets; it follows her to the shrine, to the publishing house . . . she's named it 'ei'.

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #long post

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pastafossa · 1 year

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Had my scheduled call with the vet this morning about Cato. And based on his test results a few months ago and his symptoms, the two most likely causes of him being so sick are either IBS or cancer. She was honest, too - cancer's incredibly common in Siamese cats, so that's fairly high on the cause list considering his age, breed, and symptoms. She agreed he's too old and easily stressed to come in for a bunch of tests, so we're just going to do what we can here at home.

Fortunately, the attempted treatment is the same regardless of what he has. So we'll be getting him some steroids to take, starting at a high dosage before slowly tapering down to a more sustainable level. If it's IBS he'll start putting weight back on and his symptoms will ease up. If it is cancer, while it won't cure him, it'll slow things down and keep him comfortable. And that's what matters.

#tw: sick pets #i am really really really hoping it's just ibs #but i'm also trying to prepare in case it *is* cancer #either way if i can get him to take it he'll be more comfortable #and that's all i want

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thirteens-lucky-tardis · 10 months

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Meet my OC

Character’s full name: Narcissa Evangeline Watson

Reason or meaning of name: Narcissa (Greek for daffodil) Evangeline (Greek for bringer of good news)

Character’s nickname: Nessie, Star (by Kara), Kid (by Lestrade), Little Monster (by John)

Reason for nickname: Nessie (she has a fascination with the Loch Ness Monster/her parents met at Loch Ness), Star (a nickname given to her by Kara because her middle name is Evangeline, like the star in the Princess and the Frog), Kid (a lot of people call her Kid because Lestrade started it. She's younger than him, so the name stuck), Little Monster (she was a bit of a troublemaker as a kid)

Birth date: January 13, 1984

Physical appearance

Age: 26 (in 2010)

How old does he/she appear: Around 20-25

Height: 5'4

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Blonde

Jewelry or accessories: A silver ring that she wears all the time given to her by her best friend, Kara, when they were younger that has mountains on it (Kara has one that has waves)

Personality

Good personality traits: Positive, happy, excited, helpful, kind, understanding, curious, artistic, funny, outgoing, compassionate, extroverted

Bad personality traits: Anxious, sarcastic, emotional, jealous, argumentative, forgetful, cocky (somewhat), rebellious

Mood character is most often in: Happy/positive

Character’s greatest joy in life: Stargazing with friends

Character’s greatest fear: Losing someone she cares about

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: Coming to find that she is not good enough for anything and that people were only nice to her because they felt bad for her and that, at the end of the day, she has nothing special about her

Character is most at ease when: She is around people that she loves and cares about in a peaceful setting

Most ill at ease when: She has no sense of control in an uncontrollable situation (ie. Someone she cares about gets terminally ill, and she can't do anything to help)

Enraged when: She is told she can't do something because she is being "protected"

Character’s soft spot: Animals and her best friend

Is this soft spot obvious to others?: To Sherlock Holmes, yes

Greatest strength: Her confidence in herself and her abilities, knowing that she is just as good as people around her

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Her best friend

Biggest regret: Every day, she lives with the regret of not accepting her true feelings

Biggest accomplishment: In 2nd grade, her school hosted a competition where you had to write a book, and she won, so her book got published

Past

Hometown: London, England

Pets: Lucky (Golden Retriever, birth to age 3), Quinn (German Shepherd, age 5 to 16)

First memory: Seeing a nurse shark at an aquarium

Most important childhood memory: Meeting Kara Oliver

Why: Nessie and Kara have been friends since they were children (Nessie was 6, Kara was 9)

Childhood hero: Ellie Sattler (Jurassic Park)

Dream job: Detective, actress, or exhibit designer

Present

Current location: London, England

Currently living with: Her two pets

Pets: Gabriel (Pembroke Welsh Corgi, age 23 to present), Astrea (Siamese cat, age 23 to present)

Occupation: Exhibit designer, part-time detective (helps out John and Sherlock on cases)

Family

Mother: Amelia Rose Watson (maiden name Smith)

Relationship with her: Extremely good

Father: Arthur Matthew Watson

Relationship with him: Decent

Siblings: Harriet Victoria Watson, John Hamish Watson

Relationship with them: Decent with Harriet, quite well with John

Other important family members: Elizabeth Wendy Smith (maternal grandmother)

Favorites

Color: Blue

Least favorite color: Mustard yellow

Music: Imagine Dragons

Food: Pizza

Form of entertainment: Theater

Most prized possession: Her friendship ring

Habits

Hobbies: Drawing, painting, reading, acting, exploring, singing, writing

How he/she would spend a rainy day: Either outside, dancing in the rain, or inside next to a fire with a good book

Extremely skilled at: Putting together exhibits for the museum in a creative, eye catching way

Extremely unskilled at: Picking up on romantic cues from someone

Nervous tics: Wringing her hands, biting her lip, spinning her ring on her finger, talking a lot, twisting her hair around her fingers, fidgeting with whatever she can

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist

Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or cautious?: In between

Logical or emotional?: In between

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Depends on the situation

Confident or unsure of himself/herself?: Usually confident

Animal lover?: Yes

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: She is confident in herself and how she looks, but can sometimes be unsure of herself and her appearance

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: Being extroverted and able to talk to people easily

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: Anxious, she gets nervous in lots of situations, and it can affect her performance

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Her eyes. A lot of people love looking and admiring the color

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Her hair. She's always changing it to look different, but she can never find something she likes

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: If you are nice to her, she is nice to you

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: Not usually, but she hides her emotions sometimes

Person character most hates: Anderson

Best friend(s): Kara Oliver, Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson

Love interest(s): Kara Oliver

Person character goes to for advice: John Watson, Mrs. Hudson, Kara Oliver

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Kara Oliver

Person character openly admires: Sherlock Holmes

#bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #jim moriarty #bbc sherlock oc #florence pugh #meet my oc #221b baker street #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman #own character

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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First Love - Final Part.

Pairing: Jimmy Darling x reader

OC: None

Warnings: None

Words: 1k3

Part. I, Part. II, Part. III

As you walked slowly into the field, your heart was pounding in your chest. You looked around, taking in the sights of the performers and their tents. You could see the tall, lanky contortionist contorting her body in interesting shapes and the strongman lifting heavy weights with ease. You spotted the bearded woman, who waved at you with a friendly smile and the Siamese twins walking together, talking in low tones.

You continued to walk around, taking in the sights and sounds of the place. You felt a sense of belonging here, as if this was a place where you could truly be yourself. You watched as the performers went about their business, preparing for their next show.

Suddenly, tears began streaming down your face. You knew why you were here, and the thought of it made your heart ache. You were here to break up with Jimmy Darling, the man you loved. You knew it was the right thing to do, but it didn't make it any easier.

You continued to walk, wiping your tears away as you headed towards Jimmy's trailer. When you got there, you opened the door and stepped inside. You could see the sadness and concern in Jimmy's eyes as he looked at you, and you knew he had been expecting this. Without a word, you walked into his arms and burst into tears.

You both stood there for a long time, neither of you saying a word. Finally, when you had both calmed down, Jimmy gently kissed your forehead and said, "It's okay. I'll be here for you, always."

You nodded and kissed him back. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, your heart aching and your soul drained from the tragedy. You took a deep breath, fighting against the waves of emotion that were rising up in you.

"I know this is hard. I would have loved to be with you, Jimmy. But my reality has changed and I need to protect what I have. I have three younger brothers and I am all they have. I'm sorry, but I can't stay."

Jimmy could see the sorrow in your eyes and he could feel it radiating from you in waves. He had grown to love you and he wanted you to stay. He wanted to be with you and he wanted to be the protector you and your brothers needed.

But he knew it was impossible. Despite the love he felt, he understood that you had to leave. With a heavy heart he nodded. You gave him a sad smile and squeezed his hand before releasing it. "I’m engaged to a man, Vincent Anderson. His parents have money and we will move to Michigan to start a new life." You said.

Jimmy furrowed his brow and shook his head, "I won't let you go, Y/N. I want to be with you. I can help provide for you." But even as he said it, he knew it was a vain attempt.

You smiled sadly again and shook your head. "I'm so sorry. But this is the only way. I must protect my brothers and for that…I must go." You knew it was the right thing to do, but it was still the hardest thing you had ever done. You stepped back, wiping away your tears, and said, "I'll always love you, Jimmy." With that you turned and left, leaving Jimmy heartbroken.

The car started and the ride began. You looked out the window, watching the sights of Jupiter passing by. You remembered the days you spent with your family, walking around town and collecting seashells at the beach. You remembered the time you spent with Jimmy, trying to make a life together despite the odds you faced. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you realized you were leaving it all behind.

Vincent noticed your tears and reached out to touch your arm. "It's alright," he said, trying to comfort you. He gave you a reassuring smile, but it did nothing to stop your sorrow. You looked away, out the window again, and tried to blink away the tears.

The car pulled away from Jupiter and you took one last look, your eyes taking in every detail of the town you had called home for so long. You remembered the good times and the bad, the laughter and the tears, and the people you had loved and lost.

As the miles passed by and the town faded into the distance, you could no longer hold back your tears. You sobbed quietly, your heart aching with the pain of leaving everything you knew behind. Vincent pulled you close and held you, trying to give you some comfort.

The car drove on, and eventually the town of Jupiter was just a distant memory. You turned your face towards the future, as you and Vincent began their life together.

You shuffled around the flea market, your grandchildren in tow. Vincent, Kai, and Winter were already running around, searching for treasures in the bustling market. You watched fondly as the three kids explored, excitedly picking up trinkets and showing them to each other. You smiled as they moved from stall to stall, their enthusiasm infectious.

As they got further away, you took a moment to take in your surroundings. The flea market was filled with people of all ages, searching for deals and haggling for better prices. You took a deep breath and took in the sights and smells of the market. You had smiled to yourself, happy to be spending time with your grandchildren. You thought back to when they were just babies, and how quickly they had grown.

You were looking for a particular item, but you hadn't been able to find it yet. You paused at a stall filled with old photographs, and your eyes widened when you saw the one of Jupiter.

You slowly reached out and picked it up, your hand trembling slightly. You remembered that place so well, the rolling hills and the endless blue sky. You remembered the people, too, and as you flipped through the photos one in particular caught your eye. It was a picture of you and Jimmy, he was sitting with his arm around you.

You smiled fondly at the memory. He had been your first love, and even though you had ended things to protect your family, you had never forgotten him.

As you were turning the photograph over, an inscription had been made in pencil

"My dearest,

I know things between us have been difficult lately, but I still love you. I know I have made mistakes, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

I know I can't fix the pain I've caused you, but I want you to know that I care deeply about you and think about you every day. I can't imagine my life without you and I still love you with all my heart.

Whatever happens, know that I am here for you and I will always love you.

Here's to you forever, Jim.”

You turned to your grandkids with tears in your eyes. They were watching you intently.

"This was my hometown," you said softly. "It was a beautiful place and I had some wonderful memories there."

The kids were silent, but they seemed to understand. You smiled and tucked the photo away in your purse. Then, you took each of the kids' hands in your own and said, "Come on, let's go home."

As you drove back home, you felt a sense of peace. You had taken the first step towards a new beginning, and you were determined to make the most of it. You may have left behind your first love, but you had gained something much more valuable. You had gained the love of your own family, and that was something that no one could ever take away.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs imagine #ahs imagines #american horror story imagine #american horror story imagines #ahs freakshow #american horror story freakshow #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #ethel darling #elsa mars #jessica lange #evan peters #kai anderson #winter anderson #vincent anderson #ahs cult #american horror story cult

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airyoubreath · 1 year

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The Knight and the Prince [Prt. 1 Ep. 3]

The next day Kalani was told to report to the Crown Prince's quarters at dawn. She barely slept last night. And couldn't have breakfast until the prince had his. So not only was she cranky from lack of sleep, but also hungry.

As she navigated through the palace, she let out a loud yawn. This got distasteful stares from the staff, who were up early to start morning chores. Kalani ignored them. She finally gets to the crown prince's room, where two guards are stationed outside the closed door.

"Morning, boys," She chirped smiling at them, but they continued to stare straight ahead as if she wasn't there. "How rude."

The white she-cat stepped towards the door but stopped when two spears blocked her path.

What the hell?

"What are you doing?" She questioned crossing her arms against her chest.

"You can't come in here," the all-black tom guard sneered. "Now run along, I'm sure the prince has better things to do than be bothered with you."

The other guard chuckled.

Kalani scoffed. Her blood boiled. She had to fight the urge to claw out the black tom's eyes and rip out his tongue. Sending a quick prayer to Basest, she smiles fake.

"Right, right. What's your name warrior?"

"Bento."

"Well, Bento, I'm sure General Zephyr wouldn't be happy to hear that the crown prince's appointed personal guard wasn't able to report to duty today, would he?" She smirked watching as the tom's eyes widen in fear.

The other guard a Siamese narrows his blue eyes. "How do we know you aren't bluffing?"

"Easy," the she-cat said, pulling out a piece of parchment from her leg sheath with the assignment details and her uncle's signature. Kalani handed it to the Siamese.

Bento leans over reading its contents, before the Siamese hands it back.

"Sorry for the delay, Lady Warrior Alinac." Bento apologizes, letting her through. They return to their positions guarding the door as if nothing had happened.

Kalani then opens the door stepping into the crown prince's quarters.

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When the door opens, Xajar looks up from the book he was reading for one of Master Zito's assignments. To his surprise the beautiful she-cat from the day before enters.

The prince watches her as her eyes gaze around the room. Xajar found it cute to watch her blue irises widen in awe. Upon settling her gaze on him, she bows, crossing her right arm against her chest.

"Your Highness, my name is Lady Warrior Kalani Ailnac. I've been assigned as your new personal guard for the time being."

The prince dropped his book, giving the Kalani his full attention. "You may rise warrior. And when we're alone, call me Xajar."

Kalani rises standing awkwardly at the door unsure of what to do next.

Xajar chuckled at her uncertainty, but before he speaks. His manservant, Orshiro burst through the door, unsheathing her daggers. The blade is placed close to his neck as she forcefully presses the tom against the wall.

As he recalls her moves from a day ago, the prince's eye widens in surprise at how quickly she reacted. Amidst his deep thought, Xajar almost forgot about Orshiro, whose green eyes bugged. Kalani pressed the blade deeper into his neck, drawing some blood.

"My prince," Orshiro pleaded, shaking like a frightened kitten. Too afraid to move for one small slip would be his end. "Help me."

"Lady Warrior Kalani, he isn't a threat. That's my servant, Orshiro. "He's a friend, not a foe," Xajar said slightly amused at the ordeal his man-servants faced. The prince stands from his chair and walks to where Kalani stands with the blades pressed against his servants' necks.

He stood behind her. Her jasmine scent wafted through his nose. Ignoring how pleasant she smelled, he placed his paws on hers slowly easing the weapons away from Orshiro.

When her paws were safely by her side, Orshiro spluttered a cough, slipping onto the floor.

"I'm sorry," Kalani said, putting her daggers back in their sheaths. "You surprised me, and I'm inexperienced with this." She held out her hand to Orshiro. "I'm Lady Warrior Kalani. The crown prince's new personal guard."

Orshiro gazes at her hand, hesitant before grabbing it. Kalani pulls him up.

"I'm Orshiro, servant to his highness." The tom frees his hand and bows.

"Now that everything is settled, Orshiro, what brought you here this morning?" Xajar asked.

"Well, your highness, I have to get you ready for cream and cakes, with Baron Norel’s daughter." The servant said, scurrying to another door, which led to the bathroom. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

Kalani stays by the main door, while Xajar enters the bathroom, after Orshiro, the other tom, starts the bath.

"No, I have not eaten yet."

"Then I'll send breakfast, so it'll be here when you get out of your bath."

"Thank you, Orshiro." The prince nods, taking his tunic off, his abs on display.

"You're very welcome, your highness." Orshiro bows again, before closing the door behind him.

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Kalani hated not eating. Watching the prince eat was a torcher, and she wished her shift would end soon, so she could have lunch. Her stomach grumbled as she followed behind the prince and Orshiro, towards the parlor. There, she waited by the door for hours while the prince wooed the noble daughters of the kingdom.

The she-cat wished she was doing something else, such as eating or training. In truth, she'd rather claw her ears than listen to annoying she-cats gossip and blabber about artistry and music.

"Kalani," Prince Xajar called her name startling her out of her thoughts. They had stopped in front of a door and the prince's intense amber gaze was directed at her. "I asked you a question."

Her ears flattened in embarrassment. It was obvious she wasn't listening, and her white tail curled around her waist. "I'm sorry, your highness. Can you repeat that?"

"I asked if you had eaten."

Kalani frowned.

Why was the prince of all people concerned about my eating habits?

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I've eaten," she lied.

Xajar stared down at her. His amber eyes searched hers. They stay like this for a while, before someone clears their throat.

Blinking out of her trance, Kalani turns around and comes face to face with Queen Shasa herself.

"Your majesty," Kalani bows in respect.

"Mother," she heard the crown prince say.

"You must be my little kitten's new guard." The queen said studying Kalani. She did a 360-degree analysis of everything about the white she-cat. "Pretty too, wide hips, breast." Shasa stopped in front of Kalani looking at her. You could tell a lot about a person just by looking them in the eyes. "I'm surprised, you haven't been claimed yet, or queened."

"Mother," Xajar seethes, embarrassed by his mother's words about his new guard.

"What? I'm only speaking the truth, Xajar. Mothers can never be too careful. She's very protective of her kittens."

The prince rolled his eyes before entering the room. Orshiro had left a moment ago to tend to his other duties around the castle, leaving Kalani and Queen Shasa by themselves, besides the guards guarding the door.

As the white she-cat walked towards the door, Shasa gripped her arms to stop her from moving forward.

Kalani's eyes widen in surprise as she sees the queen's facial features resemble those of a mother protecting her newborn kittens from danger.

Queen Shasa whispered low so only Kalani could hear. "If you hurt my son in any way, I'll fuck you and anyone you ever loved up so badly, not even Bastet could save you." The queen threatened, letting go of the young she-cat's arm.

Kalani swallowed nervously as she entered the parlor. The queen's threat echoed in her ears.

#royal #royalty #personal guard #prince #knight #fantasy #animals #cats #chronicles

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onewizardgirl · 2 years

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Ginny and her potions

THE TRAIN

Lily Luna Potter was preparing to leave her home in the potter manor to begin her third year at Hogwarts. She was finishing up stuffing all of her things into her trunk. All her books and sets of robes, her wand neatly tucked away, her potions kit cleaned and replenished, quills, ink, parchment, her lovely siamese cat, Tonks, (named as such because she really wished she’d have met nymphadora, all the time being told that she often shared tonks’ personality), and her firebolt 750. Her dad had bought it for her over the summer, since shes the best seeker ravenclaw has had, much like her father was for gryffindor. Her sapphire blue robes were still warm having come out the laundry less than 15 minutes ago. She struggled slightly but finally got her trunk closed up after using a shrinking charm on her textbooks.

“Lily! Time to go!” Ginny yelled from the bottom of the stairs that led to the second floor where her room along with Albus and James's rooms were.

“One second,” lily yelled down, she took this moment to malke one last trip to the bathroom before leaving for the train station. When she pulled the light grey fabric of her underwear down she saw blood, not a lot, but enough. She was well versed in what this was having had to suffer through the conversation at the age of 8 since apparently her mother’s side of the family tended to be rather early bloomers. But why now? Lily thought, and why on my new underwear?

Lily sighed in frustration, holding her head in her hands as she thought about how to approach her mother about this.

“Lily dear?” Ginny said catching the thirteen year old’s attention

“I’m fine mum,” lily said

“Are you sure dear,” Ginny asked

“I just got my period,” lily blurted

“I’ll be right back,” ginny said, lily knew she was going to get what she needed.

While rummaging through the cupboard in her bathroom trying to find the pads she’d bought to keep for when lily got her first menses.

“Mom! What’s the hold up? I wanna see my friends,” Albus yelled up the stairs

“Not now Albus, we’ll leave soon,” ginny replied, she loved her son but he could be quite impatient sometimes.

“But mum! The train will leave soon we’ll miss it!” albus whined coming upstairs seeing his mother by the bathroom door holding a box .

“Albus severus! We will leave soon, let me help your sister out of her bloody predicament,” ginny snapped.

Albus was quite used to his mother snapping easily, i mean have you seen his grandma? But then the color drained from albus’ cheeks as he realized.

LIly, the ever rough and tumble girl he had grown up torturing and flying with like james did him, was in fact still a female, despite acting more like a brother than a sister. It then dawned on him that being female had issues of it’s own. He then decided that it would be the best idea if he drug his trunk down the stairs, and waited for his mother and sister.

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“mum! I’m fine,” Lily grumbled hiding the grimace of pain threatening to wash across her face.

“Sure you are, and I was a deatheater. All i’m saying is that you may wanna take this potion before boarding the train. It helps the cramps,” Ginny told handing lily the tube in her left hand,

Lily begrudgingly grabbed the tube of scarlet liquid and threw it back, noting that it tasted slightly sweet. She immediately felt gentle warmth flood her body easing her cramps.

“Now, don’t you feel better,” ginny teased “go on sweetie, we don’t want you staining your favorite jeans,” she said handing the pad to lily

“Thanks mummy,” lily whispered,

“Anytime sweetie, now, I’ll owl you with all the things you’ll need for the cramp draught once ive made a visit to diagon alley to replenish my supply of ingredients. You’ll need to brew this in moaning myrtle’s bathroom on the second floor, and keep the ingredients hidden away, a few of them are best known for their use in cursed potions and poisons, If you do it correctly the girls in gryffindor will thank you; i should know, afterall they thanked me for inventing it,” Ginny said through the bathroom door that lily disappeared into after downing the potion.

Over the crinkle of plastic ginny heard lily exclaim

“you invented a potion?!”

“Surely did, it was part of auror school, when i thought i wanted to be an auror, truth be told i had invented it in my fourth year, didn’t patent it after the assignment though so i could use it.” ginny told

“But why a period potion mummy,” lily asked.

“ long story…”

—------- 22 years prior—------

“Ginny, can you get harry or ron to bring me my work for the next two days?” hermione asked the ginger as she laid on ginny’s unmade bed inside the dormitory.

“ sure ‘mione. Period again is it?” ginny asked as she tucked her white uniform shirt into her grey skirt before putting on long black gryffindor robes.

“Yes,” hermione sighed before stuffing her face in a pillow and groaning, “I feel the same as dragon dung smells,”

Ginny knew hermione sometimes got bad period pains, about every other month she’d get pains so bad it would leave her bed bound for about two days. Although her good months still gave her bad cramps, these were much more tolerable and they were actually eased by a heating charm unlike her bad months. Her bad pains could hardly be touched by heating charms, and she often had a hot water bottle as well as a heating charm to ease them long enough for her to fall asleep and sleep through the worst of her period.

Ginny hated seeing hermione in such pain, and she hated her own period pains being so uncomfortable. So with her knowledge of potions and enough experience from helping her brothers with their weasley’s wizard wheses business, she started expirementing.

Every day instead of being in the great hall for breakfast lunch and dinner, and any extended period of time she could sneak away from that horrid professor umbridge’s eagle-like stare, she went to the second floor bathroom to continue working on the potion, making sure to cast a muffalito charm just incase she were to make something blow up she wouldn’t be caught. A draught that was specifically used to alleviate period pain and moods. She often times had to owl her brother for extra ingredients, and or some ingredients that were restricted due to rarity or use in poisons. She tested with dragon blood and phoenix tears, some of the most restricted ingredients she’d ever used. She even experimented with the effects of mandrake root, though it was typically used to cure petrified patients she was curious if it would work.

Right before christmas, Ginny had perfected the potion, she wrote down what she did when she made it so she wouldn’t forget, and she ladled a sample into a tube, the liquid inside a scarlet shade of red and smelling of strawberries, she drank it, praying she hadn’t made a poison. And she felt a warmth spread through her limbs, and her period cramps immediately ebbed away, like a rolling wave. The only side effect ginny noticed was a strand of her hair turned the color of the potion, and she had to look for it in her red locks.

She returned to the gryffindor common room and told hermione about her potion and gave the brown haired girl the vile of red liquid. Hermione tossed it back and hopped out of bed crushing ginny in a big bear hug.

“Ginny, you're a genius! Thank you!" Hermione cried into the ginger's shoulder

Other girls came in to see what the braniac 5th year was crying over and hermikne explained the whole process of inventing the potion but didnt tell anyone the recipe.

Soon enough, she was brewing the draught for the entirety of gryffindor. She basically ran a small balck market like her older brothers with their prank sweets, she charged a sickle for a portion of the potion that'd last them the entirety of their period. Occasionally selling one to the stray ravenclaw or hufflepuff, surprisingly she never had a slytherin customer. She guessed it was because they were far too stubborn to ask a gryffindor for pain relief during their monthlies, and she knew a good portion of slytherin who had bad cramps, pansy parkinson being one of them.

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"So to put it short, i invented the potion because i hated to see hermione in such pain during her cycle," ginny concluded

"Really?! Auntie Hermione had that bad of cramps? No wonder Rose is always complaining when she gets her period?" Lily said funally emerging from the bathroom.

"Come on albus!" Ginny yelled using her wand to float the two trunks into the boot of the car, Albus climbed in the back with his earbuds,listening to music. Leaving lily and ginny to their conversation

"I doubt rose has cramps as bad as her mother did but yeah, she does have some pretty nasty ones," ginny told

After an hour drive the trio loaded the two trolleys with albus and lily's trunk and cat. Albus with his cat max, lily with tonks.

Albus went through the portal first, then lily followed by ginny. Since they still had half an hour before the train was set to leave Albus made a beeline for Delphi and scorpius. Ginny and lily making their way toward rose and hermione.

"Ginny! How've you been?" Hermione exclaimed wrapping her sister in law in a hug.

"Good, just tied up in harpies chaos,the season starts next week we play the chudley cannons you?" Ginny told

"Good, just trying to keep rose from beating her brother up too much, she whacked him in the ribs yesterday for getting some of her chocolate frogs," Hermione said ruffling her daughter's ginger hair.

"Its his fault mum! He should know by now not to take my chocolate!" Rose argued

"She's got a point, you don't steal chocolate from a weasley, especially not a weasley due for her period, i mean you can ask charlie and ron, they got my chocolate once and i hexed them to hell and back because of it. Mum had to undo some of the jinxes i put on them, and they knew i was due on, they never pulled that one again,"

"Yeah but those weasley boys have a right thick skull, its been what three years, and hugo still hasnt put the pieces together that you dont steal rose's chocolate when shes on her period," hermione said

"Speaking of which, lily got hers right before we left the house today," ginny told.

"Welcome to the club lils," Rose said, giving lily a rough handshake. Hermione wrapped her in a soft embrace and congratulated her.

The train blew its whistle signaling for the students to board and that all the trunks had been stowed,

"Go on now, the train isn't going to wait on you two," hermione said shooing the girls off

When the train finally started to move, Ginny and Hermione waved their kids off, waiting until the train was out of sight, before deciding to head to the burrow for tea with Mrs Weasley.

Deciding that apparating would be the easiest they cast an invisibility charm on their cars and apparated to the front door of the burrow.

Hearing the signature sounds of apparation, molly opened the door of the burrow to see her two daughters.

"Girls! How good to see you," Molly greeted, wrapping her arms around the two women.

Molly let the girls into the house, and started the kettle.

"How've you two been?" Molly asked taking a seat in her rocking chair across from the sofa

"Tied up in harpies business, and trying to keep the boys from ganging up on lily," ginny told

"Those boys, just like their uncles," Molly chuckled, recalling all the times she had to keep fred and george from ganging up on ginny.

"They surely are, but lily acts just like i did, running around trying to hex her brothers for being annoying." Ginny told

"Like mother like daughter," molly chuckled, "how's rose and hugo?"

"Well hugo has a few bruised ribs, because of rose and an argument over some chocolate frogs yesterday, but other than that he's fine. Rose, she's another story. She's been ridiculously moody lately, and her magic has been out of control." Hermione told

"Sounds like rose is going through a major magical gain, i remember both you and ginny getting right moody when you went through one of those," molly told

"That sounds about right, plus she's due on so that might have added to it," hermione said

"Yeah," ginny agreed

Molly let out a laugh

"No wonder she bruised hugo, doesnt hugo know? You never steal chocolate from a weasley thats due for her period," molly said "i mean look at ginny, i had to undo about 20 hexes she put on charlie and ron the week before she went back to school right after the war. Worst part is they knew she was due on and still did it!" Molly told with great enthusiasm

The kettle squeals and molly heads to make tea.

The afternoon continues with a good conversation over tea and a trip to diagon alley to get the ingredients to send to lily and replenish ginny's supply so she could make the potion for herself and hermione.

#auntie ginny #ginny weasley #molly weasley #molly and ginny #women's rights #harry potter #the weasleys #the weasley boys should know better #dont steal chocolate from a weasley on her period #ginny hexed her brothers quite a lot #rose and lily

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the-talking-arm · 2 years

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"Born tethered"

Gouache and colored pencil on modeling clay, 2020

#art #artists on tumblr #landscape #landscape art #colored pencil #drawing #modeling clay #figure #horse #the number 12 looks like you #the number twelve looks like you #gouache #ease my siamese

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mxldito · 1 year

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🐕 ― a memory involving a pet.

🐝 * ― 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬. ( send in a symbol to receive a drabble or meta about one of my muses’ memory. )

CW for living in a hoarding situation.

Admittedly, the little “beast” did look brainless, her little blue eyes crossed in a funny way and the rest of her face was a blur since it blended in with the darkness. She was tucked away into the corner and wedged in between a rotten pile of books and a dusty suitcase. “Where’s ya mama, hm?” More importantly, how the hell did she get in? If there was a hole in the roof or wall, there’s no way they could dig through the clutter to see if it was fixable. They’d just have to pray winter would be merciful if that happened to be the case.

Naturally the kitten didn’t really respond to them, much less approach. Both of them stood still, staring at one another. This standoff would last forever if they didn’t do something or the kitten wandered off only to disappear in the tall piles of their uncle’s hoard. “Okay. Stay right there, yeah? Please?” Slowly inching backwards through the pathway they’d carved over the years and away down to the basement.

Within a matter of minutes, they returned with an opened can of cat food and a large wooden spoon. The kitten hadn’t moved but settled into the corner, paws tucked under her chest. At least somebody found the place comfortable.

They scooped a small piece of wet food onto the spoon before carefully leaning over with the spoon forward, “There you go! It’s on the house, lil mama!” Their courtesy was met with a hiss and a spit. Taking the spoon back, “Bitch, I’m trying to feed you! Accept my love!”

The kitten arched it’s back upwards, fur standing upright, “It’s not that serious, fleabag!” Carefully, they tapped the spoon to it’s mouth, a blotch of gravy sticking to her tiny muzzle. Licking her chops, she reluctantly settled a bit. “Good shit, huh?” Dipping the spoon in again to offer her more, “Here! Have as much as you want.”

Never looking away, the kitten continued chomping away at the spoon. Eventually accepting a gentle rub on top of her head as she ate. Not a tough nut to crack. All the other strays in the area usually had to be trapped, neutered, and released back to their colony as they were too feral to adapt to indoor life. This little one was still only a baby, there was hope for her yet.

A chocolate-point Siamese, crosseyed and all. “You’re one pretty kitty. Somebody would pay a lot of money for you.” Rubbing her chin, trying to ease her into their palms to carry her out of the mess. Dark speckles of flea dirt stood out against the pale fur on her back. “¡Pulgosa! I knew it!”

Well, they fed her. Surely they could wash her too. Let her sleep in their room for the night maybe, they couldn’t let the poor thing go cold. . .It wouldn’t be bad to have a companion after all.

#therelentless #//Thank you so much! :D//#⮚ Ring Ring. You've Reached The Stinky Maniac Hotline. (Asks)#⮚ Drabble Deez Nuts

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canyoncurl · 2 years

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Hiiii your holiday pal here<3333

I’m truly sorry for being late my work is killing me recently > <. Nevertheless, I’m very happy and excited to become your holiday pal and hopefully we can get to know each other and have some real fun!!

Because I’ve been fully occupied with my work so the only thing I could do is listening to music. I want to share the album I’ve been obsessed with this week. It’s Siamese Dream of the smashing pumpkin and btw Luna is my favorite! This album gives me much comfort whenever I feel stressed out. Hope you can find it relaxing too!

Maybe it’s not that necessary but I want you to know English is not my first language and I haven’t communicated with ppl in English a lot before. I’m a little worried at first because I’m an introvert and afraid of making mistakes. Anyway in the last minute I made up my mind to step out for more communications! You can ask me anything here. :)

Hope you have a happy December!! Xxxx

Yours,

hey hi hello, m the mysterious! it’s so lovely to meet you. 🌬❄️🤍

i am sorry to hear that december has started off busy, but so glad to hear that music has helped you through it! an old friend of mine was a big fan of the smashing pumpkins, so this was a lovely blast from the past (and a reminder to stalk his socials soon to see how life is treating him dgdgdg). i read your message shortly after waking up and put on your favourite song whilst snuggled up in bed. i can see why it’s brought you so much comfort, the last verse is very soothing! it’s like a lullaby. 🛌🎶

i have also been listening to a lot of music so far this month. lots of love songs, as always. 😌 some of my favourites have been being seen by ariyel and dusk by alice phoebe lou. they’re very soft and help to relax me on my way into work. maybe they’ll do the same for you! i have enjoyed looking at people’s spotify wrapped songs & stealing them for my own playlists, too. my top artist this year was harry styles and the song i listened to most was mfasr. very predictable dhdgf. do you use spotify? if so, i’d love to know what your top song of the year was. 🤲✨

i also signed up very last minute because i was nervous so we’re in this together, okay!? i know approximately 5 phrases in a different language, so i promise you that there’s no reason to worry about your english. there’s also never any pressure to reply quickly, or at all! i am more than happy to wait to hear from you, mental health is always the priority. if there’s anything i can do to help ease some of your anxieties, do let me know! 🫂

your festive friend,

bug 🐛🤍

#keeping my fingers crossed you have time to rest soon #and sending a squeeze as motivation to make it through this month 🫂#festive friend 🌨🤍

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petculiars · 2 years

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How many kittens can a cat have in a single litter?

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How many kittens can a cat have in a single litter?

Most veterinarians agree that kitten season will usually take place somewhere between April and October of each year. Even though a cat can give birth all throughout the year, most kittens will be born between the months that make up the kitten season. As long as a cat hasn’t been spayed, it can, technically, give birth to kittens, although most kittens will usually be born to feral and stray cats. You can’t argue the fact that kittens are very adorable, but how many fluff balls can a cat have in one go? This article will tackle just this.

How many kittens will a cat have in her initial litter?

Most healthy cats will give birth after a gestational period that can last anywhere between 60 and 65 days. The estrus cycle can return within a month of giving birth, even if the cat is still nursing her young. A cat can actually have quite a few babies in just one year. She can get pregnant a total of three times within the same year and have three different litters, each having up to 12 babies. A very interesting fact is that cats are so fertile, that just one unspayed female can give birth to around 20.000 descendants in a period of just over five years. Of course, when it comes to domestic cats, these numbers are way lower, fortunately. The average litter will have only between four and nine kittens, although litters will vary in size even when made by the same cat.

You might also like my articles on how much to feed kitten, when kittens open their eyes, and when can a cat go outside after pregnancy.

Even though felines are able to give birth to quite a few babies, the very first litter will usually be considerably smaller, having just around two to three kittens. The size of the litter will also depend on the pedigree of your cat. For example, when it comes to British shorthairs, their average litter will be made of four kittens. On the opposite side, Tonkinese cats, Balinese ones and even Siamese felines will usually be able to produce 12 kittens per litter with ease.

How big of a litter can a one year old cat have?

Although all cats are unique and some might mature slower while others might mature faster, the average kitten will still reach puberty somewhere around the age of 7 months. The cat will only be able to get in heat or in her reproductive cycle once she reaches developmental maturity. This is also when she will be able to give birth. This estrus will first occur when your feline will be around 6 months old. Cats also have multiple estrus cycles throughout their breeding season, which makes them seasonally polyestrous. The heat cycle of a feline will also be influenced by her geographical location. For example, a cat that lives in tropical climates or other warm areas might experience head all throughout the year.

Can you tell how many kittens a cat is going to have?

It’s usually a big reason of happiness to find out that your furry companion is expecting kittens, but you’ll surely want to know more about the babies to come and of course, their actual number. The bad news is that it isn’t all that easy to figure out the exact number of kittens a cat will have. Although you can get a pretty good idea of what to expect in terms of the pregnancy if you talk with a veterinarian, even professionals will only be able to guess the real number of kittens your pet will have. If you’re really eager to know, then you can get your cat through an ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy and then an X-ray to get a really accurate number of kittens she’s expecting. The perfect X-ray should be taken after the 54th day of pregnancy, because the bones of the babies will only then form properly and become visible. Up until the 54th day, which is basically around the end of the pregnancy, even an experienced vet will only be able to guess the number of babies based on your cat’s litter history.

Why you should spay your cat after she gives birth

Although it might seem pretty cruel to get a cat through a surgery without her suffering from any severe condition, spaying can actually help your feline friend avoid breast cancer, uterine infections and other important health conditions, and even some behavioral problems she might develop otherwise. Don’t think that just because you keep the pet inside, she can’t find a partner in crime. Most cats are great escape artists and when they’re in heat they become even more unpredictable. And getting pregnant isn’t even the worst thing that can happen to your furball. She might also come across predators or other dangers like crowded streets when running off in search of a mating partner.

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raspberryusagi · 6 years

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So the Siamese cat from Tuesday was quickly adopted some time after, and I’m happy for him. I hope he gets as much love if not more from his new family as he gave to and received from me in our short encounter.

Also, my new go-to Friday night activity and maybe other nights too depending on stuff: chilling with the shelter cats.

#the adventures of usagi the rambling blogger #they were doing adoptions this evening so I felt a little awkward asking to go in the cat room when I can’t adopt #but they were really cool about it #they had two four-month old kittens this time who were absolutely adorable #and so good with being picked up too!#also don’t worry I didn’t fall for another cat - now that my head is screwed back on right I know better #meanwhile my mind is finally put at ease with Toby (the Siamese)

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Secret Boyfriend | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Lupin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Keeping secrets seem to run in the Lupin family but one of the two twins has a bigger secret than the other can imagine.

Pitter-patter could be heard inside the Gryffindor Common room. The Scotland weather never really seemed to make up its mind during the period between winter and spring. Nevertheless, it brought a calming atmosphere to the red and gold common room. The five Marauders sat in front of the fireplace, speaking to one another. Remus, Y/n, and Sirius sitting together on a couch. James on an armchair, and Peter sitting on the ground in front of the sofa.

“So, Little Lupin.“ James drawled, “When are you getting a boyfriend?”

Remus chuckled, quickly putting an arm around his twin sister, “Hopefully, never.”

“Maybe I already have a boyfriend, and you lot just don’t know.” Y/n snipped as she elbowed her brother in the ribs slightly, “Oh, come on, paws!” James exclaimed teasingly.

Paws was Y/n’s Marauder name. Her animagus was a Siamese cat, which resembled her personality quite well if you asked Remus. Y/n was quick-witted, independent, intuitive, curious, and affectionate when comfortable. She and Sirius were known to flirt all the time but recently - meaning a couple of months - they hadn’t done it at all. Perhaps Y/n was actually avoiding his flirtatious remarks. Nevertheless, Y/n’s animagus was a direct correlation with her personality.

“Yeah, paws, you’ve been neglecting me recently. I’m not too happy with it either.” Sirius added with a fake pout, “Oh hush it, you two. Leave my sister alone. She’s got no hidden boyfriend.” Remus defended, looking at his sister.

“Right, Y/n?” Remus coughed, and she jumped out of her daydream, “Mhm! Of course.”

Conversation went on as usual. They began discussing new pranks, but Y/n’s jumper pocket felt heavier than usual, knowing what’s inside. It was a cream-colored envelope with the Black family crest as a seal. Y/n knew more than anyone that Sirius wouldn’t be happy to see the familiar logo, but this wasn’t from his parents. It was from his little brother, and Y/n was anxious to give it to him. So when James, Remus, and Peter went upstairs, Y/n pulled him aside before he could leave.

“Padfoot, wait.” Y/n called, and he turned back, “What's up, paws?” Sirius queried, turning to face her.

She sighed and pulled the envelope from her pocket, “Please, read this. It isn’t what you think it is despite the seal.” Y/n stated, handing him the parchment.

“Where did you get this?” Sirius asked as he opened the packaging, “Regulus.” Y/n’s answer was firmer than expected.

Nonetheless, the letter inside seemed essential to his fellow Marauder, so he opened it. Inside he was met with his little brother's prominent handwriting. The black ink treaded so seamlessly across the brown paper. Y/n remembered watching him write it at his desk, desperately trying to collect his thoughts while his hand shook relentlessly. She couldn’t do anything but sit from his bed and watch. Regulus needed to do this alone.

After reading, Sirius slid the letter back inside its packaging, “Well, it’s his fault.”

“Actually, it isn’t.” Y/n quipped, “Listen, Sirius, Regulus is trying. He really is.”

“You would know this how?”

“Because we’ve been friends for a long time.”

“Oh really?” Sirius questioned sarcastically, crossing his arms, “Since when did you and Reggie become so close?”

“He began tutoring me in third year for Potions.” Y/n answered, “You couldn’t have asked Remus?”

“No. “ Y/n shook her head, “Slughorn wanted Regulus specifically.”

“Well then. Full moon tomorrow, hope you’re prepared.” Sirius chirped as he began walking up the steps to his dorm, “I’m always prepared.” Y/n replied to essentially no one.

She sighed. It was apparent Sirius didn’t want to believe what Regulus had written. It would’ve been hard on anyone. But Regulus wanted it to come from him instead of Sirius finding out. Since Y/n’s third year - Regulus’ second year - she felt attracted to him. He always made time for her. It wasn’t until their fourth year when she realized it. In her fifth year, they made it official. Regulus Black and Y/n Lupin were a couple but hidden beneath an invisibility cloak.

Seventh year wasn’t easy. The upcoming war, her brother's lycanthropy, N.E.W.T.S, and Regulus getting the dark mark. Nothing seemed to be working in her favor. Books didn’t even seem to please her anymore. Her eyes wandered while she began to daydream about anything rather than reality itself. People began to notice how lost the girl appeared.

Especially her brother.

Study sessions with her weren’t the same. Some days her eyes would appear glossier than usual as if someone put a coating of lip gloss over them. Maybe they were rimmed with a pastel pink seeming tired and unhappy. The tremors in her hands were hard to ignore as she wrote with her quill. If there’s one thing Remus Lupin was good at, it was being observant; however, there wasn’t time, and he didn’t have the patience to deal with this right now. The full moon approaching meant that Remus’ patience tolerance was down to about none.

There was one thing that brought her clarity. Regulus Black. The Gryffindor common room was always a warm and welcoming atmosphere. In contrast, the Slytherin common room was cold and damp, but it brought her comfort because of the person inside. Y/n padded quietly inside of his prefect hallway, which was beside the Slytherin common. She walked into his bedroom, which was dark.

No candles lit. Just dark. Regulus always felt comfort in the dark, but it wasn’t dark because of that. It was dark because he was absent. Y/n peered over to his desk, where letters sat from his mother and some cousins. Andromeda seemed to try and reach him, but the letter looked unopened. There was one that caught her eye. It was Remus’ handwriting, and it was from him. It was also opened. Y/n knew she couldn’t stay all night. The full moon was due to rise in just two hours.

Picking up the parchment, she began to read:

“ To Regulus Black,

You need to step up. I get it. Sirius has been disowned, but he tries to make an effort. Can’t you see that? Sirius really needs you, and I know that you miss him too. This whole stubborn game of not wanting to talk to each other has gone on long enough.

I know what it’s like to argue with a sibling, and it isn’t pleasant. Suck it up, swallow your pride and talk to Sirius. You don’t have to ultimately make up, but please, he’s trying.

From, Remus Lupin. “

Y/n swallowed down her anger. Who was Remus to get involved in their affairs? If Sirius and Regulus didn’t want to interact, that was their problem, not his. It infuriated her. But she didn’t have time to babble around. Y/n pointed her wand at her and became a cat. Perks of her animagus being allowed at Hogwarts, she could roam around freely without suspicion. Quickly she sprinted down to the Whomping Willow, where she was met with her three Marauders in human form. Y/n transformed back.

“Where were you! I was worried sick!” Remus scolded, “Nowhere, but we need to talk later.” Y/n answered.

They got Remus in the shack and changed into their animagus forms. A stag, a rat, a dog, and a cat. The dog and the cat had the most interaction with the werewolf. Sometimes the dog and werewolf would cuddle up beside each other, whereas the cat would sleep on its own along with the other two animals. The following day Y/n and Sirius lugged Remus up to the hospital wing. Y/n sat beside him the entire time while the other three went off. Sirius and James were off to Quidditch practice. Peter was off to see his girlfriend in Hufflepuff.

Y/n tapped aimlessly on Remus’ hand, “M- Morning.”

“Morning, Moony.” Y/n greeted, “How are you feeling?”

“Phenomenal.”

“Sorry.”

“What did we need to talk about?” Remus questioned, and Y/n tilted her head, “You said we needed to talk before going to the shack.”

“Yes, I did. Um- uh- did you send Regulus a letter by any chance?” Y/n stammered, “I did. Why?”

“I saw it.” Y/n replied shortly, “You saw it?” Remus repeated incredulously.

She nodded, “How did you see it?”

“Regulus and I are friends. Sometimes we hang out in his dorm.” The words seemed like nothing as they rolled off her tongue, “You hang out in the Slytherin dorms? Is that why you always know the password so we can do pranks?”

“Of course.” Y/n chuckled, “I use my privilege to its advantage.”

Remus began to get up but grimaced, causing Y/n to jump up to help him. Gently she eased him to a sitting position. A new scratch on his cheek and multiple on his arms. It’s evident that the cat and the dog had to stop him. The thin scratches on his arms were a cat's nails. The thicker scratch on his cheek was a dog's nails. Remus looked down at his arms.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n muttered, “Not your fault, paws. Who was it this time?” Remus asked.

“Prongs. Apparently, you wanted Prongs.” Y/n answered, and he kissed the top of her head, “Thank you for stopping me.”

“Anything for my brother.”

“Just like anything for our Moony?”

Y/n laughed, “Yeah.”

Paws began to tap on his hand again, until a voice echoed through the hospital wing, “Y/n?”

“Y/n?” The voice called again, and Remus quirked his eyebrow at his sheepish sister, “Y/n!”

Suddenly a black-haired, grey-eyed, pale figure was beside her. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he had already kissed the top of her head worriedly. Y/n turned pink at the affection and the embarrassment of it happening in front of her brother. Remus coughed, and the male stood straight.

“Regulus, what a surprise.” Remus retorted, “Didn’t think you’d ever visit me in the infirmary.”

“Remus, please-“

“I wouldn’t.” Regulus snapped, “Then why are you here?” Remus inquired.

Regulus’ hand was playing aimlessly with the ends of Y/n’s hair, “Moony….” Y/n began at a whisper, “Regulus is my boyfriend.”

“This-“ Remus pointed at them both with a laughing smile, “Is funny.”

“Nice prank, paws, but it isn’t going to work.”

Y/n sighed, “It isn’t a prank, Rem.”

“We’ve been together for about two years now.” She confessed, and Regulus stiffened, “Friends, my ass.” Remus scoffed bitterly.

“Remus, please-“ Y/n began, “No, please just leave. We can talk about this later when I’m in the right frame of mind. Because if you don’t leave, now I might throw a punch.” Remus replied.

She sighed and reluctantly left with Regulus trailing behind her. Y/n didn’t want to cry. It was pitiful. Regulus never had a good relationship with Sirius since Hogwarts, yet he didn’t seem to care. Thankfully, after building the Marauders Map, she knew every little crevice and hiding spot. Pulling back a tapestry, she sat down on the cement floor. Regulus doing the same beside her. Hesitantly he pulled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.

“This is pitiful.” Y/n chuckled bitterly, “I’m sorry, Reggie.”

“It isn’t pitiful. You and Remus have a close relationship. It’s okay to be sad about him telling you off.” Regulus replied, placing his chin on the top of her head, “Sirius and I are different. Don’t compare you and Remus with us.”

Y/n nuzzled into his chest, “I saw the letter Remus sent you.”

“I- I saw the way he spoke to you, and I’m sorry.” Y/n stated, “I hope he comes around.”

“I do too, love.” Regulus kissed the top of her head, “ I do too.”

It was quiet for a moment until two figures pulled back the tapestry, “Oi! Get off, little Lupin!” James exclaimed, and Y/n sighed, “Sirius, James, please just leave.”

“What are you doing with my mate's little sister, Regulus?” Sirius interrogated, “Comforting her. She needs me.” Regulus retorted, tightening his grip on her shoulder.

Y/n stood up and pulled Regulus with her, “Come on. We four need to talk.”

The four of them walked into a broom closet. It was a quiet walk. Eerily quiet. It brought shivers down Y/n’s spine at how silent the walk was. The tension was so thick you couldn’t cut it with a knife. The pressure felt like sludge. It was thick and mush. But when Y/n opened the door, the lot of them walked inside. James and Sirius stared expectantly.

“Regulus and I have been dating since my fifth year.” Y/n began, and Regulus intertwined their hands.

“Little Lupin!” Sirius exclaimed, “You weren’t lying when you said you had a secret boyfriend!”

“You scandalous little thing!”

“I can’t believe this.” James stated after running his hand through his hair, “How did Remus take it?”

“Not very well.” Y/n replied, “He kicked me out of the hospital wing when Regulus showed up. “

“He’s- He’s not in the right mindset, though. He’ll come to. I know he will. He has to.”

Sirius’ eyes softened, “Moony will come around. It might just take him a minute.”

“Regulus.” James called, and grey eyes stared at him, “Y/n is a Marauder.”

“I know that.” Regulus interrupted, “She is my little sister as much as she is Remus’” James continued.

“And mine!” Sirius added, smiling brightly, “Y/n is our little sister. The lot of us depend on her. We can’t, and we won’t have her heartbroken.” James explained sternly, suddenly looking a lot like Mrs. Potter.

Regulus’ cheeks flushed with pink, “I love her, I really do. I don’t plan on breaking her heart anytime soon.”

“You’re gonna be my sister-in-law!” Sirius squealed, hugging Y/n forcefully, almost knocking her over, “Oh, little Lupin.” He cooed.

“You’re all grown up!”

They laughed, and Sirius kissed her forehead, “Take care of him, will you?” He whispered so only she could hear, “Of course.” Y/n smiled.

“Alright, alright, I’d like my girlfriend back,” Regulus replied, taking her away from Sirius’ arms.

Sirius gulped, “How’s mum going to take this, Reggie?”

“I don’t care.” Regulus retorted, “Mums gonna have to deal with it.”

The smile on Sirius’ face was brighter than the sun, “Oh, Reggie!” He wailed, pulling Regulus into a tight hug.

The two brothers smiled as they hugged each other. Regulus sleeve slipped up, and James stepped back, pulling out his wand. The two Black brothers pulled apart, and that’s when Sirius saw it. The dark mark on his brother's sleeve. Y/n stiffened as Sirius lifted his sleeve up further to see it clearly.

“Reggie…”

“Sirius, please, I didn’t want it.” Regulus pleaded, “She- They- Please.”

James watched intently at them. Sirius’ eyes had filled with tears as he embraced his younger brother. For the first time in a long time, Regulus felt protected in his brother's arms. James walked closer and joined them. Hugging both Black brothers as close as he could. James Potter, the man who never stops giving. They pulled apart, and James took Reggie into his own arms.

“You need anything, you come to me, okay?” James informed sternly, and Regulus nodded, “Ye- Yeah.”

“Remus and Y/n always come for the holidays. You won’t be alone.” James stated smiling, “My parents already have one Black; they won’t mind another.”

The Black brother smiled, “Thank you….”

The days went on, and Regulus still avoided the Marauders altogether. Remus glared at him from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Deep emerald green eyes were flashing at the grey ones that sat at the Slytherin table. Until Y/n jabbed him in the ribs, taking his attention away from the younger Black brother.

“Remus.” Y/n scolded, “Stop it.”

“I think you’re too hard on him, Moony.” James began, “He loves your sister. Maybe talk to him.”

“No.” Remus snapped, “You guys can accept this, but I can’t.”

They didn’t push any further. Y/n and Remus had been distant from each other. It was weird to watch the twins who were typically attached at the hip to be so - abroad. Regulus didn’t like that he was now the cause of their fussing. After all, they were the reason Sirius and him were on speaking terms now. So Regulus and Sirius made a plan. It involved them being locked in a broom closet, and so it happened—one night after dinner.

Remus was shoved into a cupboard, not by his own liking either, “Come on, Sirius! This isn’t funny. I have prefect duties to do!”

“Actually, someone else has taken them over.” Regulus informed, and Remus whipped around, “What are you two doing here?”

“Remus, explain it to me.” Regulus began, “Why you don’t approve of me with your sister.”

“Because! You’re a bloody death eater! You probably forced her to be with you.” Remus exclaimed.

Y/n scoffed, “A pureblood forcing himself with a half-breed? Doesn’t seem likely.”

Remus ran his hand through his hair, “Okay, he’s still a death eater!”

“I was forced!” Regulus exclaimed, “They strapped me to a chair and embedded the mark into my forearm. You don’t think I wasn’t thinking of her the entire time?! I was scared out of my mind!”

“The entire time, all I could think about was ‘How is Y/n gonna take this.’” Regulus admitted, “My heart aches for her. I didn’t want her to be scared.”

Remus’ green eyes turned soft, “Does she accept you? Does she love you? Do you love her?”

“Yes, Remus. I love him for who he is. James offered him a place to stay at the Potters.” Y/n replied, “And yes, I love her.”

Tears filled her eyes, “Remus, please. I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Remus held out his arms, and she walked right into them. He placed one hand on the back of her head and one on the small of her waist. Holding her close to his heart, rubbing his thumb through her hair. Regulus’ grey eyes stared at the two siblings before him. Remus’ heart softened at his crying sister. He never wanted to hurt her, ever.

“Paws.” Remus began as he pulled away slightly, “Does he make you happy?”

Y/n sniffled and nodded; Remus wiped her cheeks, “Okay.”

“Does he know you, for you?”

“Mhm.”

Remus turned to Regulus as Y/n parted with him, “Where’s paws favorite place to be scratched?”

Regulus chuckled, “Behind her ears.”

“Take care of my little sister.” Remus pleaded, “Please, Regulus.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect any different.” Regulus answered.

Remus walked forward and put out his hand. Hesitantly Regulus shook his hand. Grey eyes met green ones. Remus couldn’t help the smile that placed itself on his face. Without hesitation, he pulled Regulus into a tight hug.

“Take care of my sister, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Always.”

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