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If You Loved Me (Sirius Black)

Summary: sirius and y/n were the power couple, until they were not. Their loving relationship turned toxic. Will they be able to save it? Read to find out;)

Warnings: toxic relationship, kinda cheating but not really, injuries (nothing to graphic), angst, alcohol, I think that's it?

Word count: almost 4k

Pairing: Sirius Black x female! Reader

This is the request by fangirl_3004 on wattpad Hi I wanted to request a sirius one-shot where they are like 20 and have been working for the order and have been dating for a few years but he keeps flirting with other girls. So the reader and sirius get into a nasty fight and he says a bunch of mean things to her and they breakup but the reader gets badly injured in an order mission and the next day sirius realises how much he loves her and they make up.

a/n: a big thankyou to @iwritesiriusly and @tragically-here/ @tragedy-of-sorts for proofreading this ❤

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All schools whether magical or not have that one couple who everyone thought would last forever, in Hogwarts, that couple was Sirius Black and y/n l/n.

Sirius Black had all the girls of the school wrapped around his finger but when y/n came along, Sirius was whipped, he was wrapped around her finger. They didn't start dating immediately no, Sirius had to prove himself before he managed to get a first date. And boy was he over the moon!

Their first date was simple, a picnic near the black lake (where the rest of the marauders were definitely spying on them) the skipped rocks on the water and just basked in each other's company, by the end of the date Sirius was convinced that he had found the woman he was going to marry one day.

He lay in his bed in the dormitory and gushed about the date to James, Remus and Peter. They pretended to fake gag and passed comments like , "oh no we've lost our pads to the other side, abort mission abort mission!" But they were truly happy that their friend had found someone who he loved and only hoped that she would give him the love that he doesn't get at home.

Soon they finished their seventh year at Hogwarts, it was bittersweet going home in the scarlet train for the last time in seven years, they would miss their school but their life had just begun. Sirius and y/n had been dating for about two years then and they decided to move in together, it was only fitting since they were utterly and truly in love and besides, sirius had inherited one of his uncle alphard's homes in London which was conveniently near where Lily and James were going to live.

Everything went swimmingly for a few years and in 1979 Lily and James got married in an intimate but beautiful ceremony. Everyone tried to stay happy in a time where things were dark. The dark lord called voldemort was rising and gaining support, it was only a matter of time before a war broke out.

Lily, James, Remus, Peter, Sirius and y/n had joined the order of the pheonix, an organisation started to by Dumbledore in order to stop the growth of the dark lord.

But like they say not everyday is the same, sirius and y/n started growing apart, unnoticed by them too. Their weekly date nights started becoming monthly date nights, work commitments and other such things came in the way. Still everyone believed that they were meant to be.

"Sirius, I will be away for a week." Y/n told Sirius one night, she had been called for a rescue mission by the order, her medical skills were required. "Don't worry love, I'll be fine." He reassured her with a pat on the cheek.

Early the next morning, y/n had her things packed and she was ready to go. She kissed Sirius goodbye and apparated to Scotland.

That evening Sirius sat down on the sofa, and opened his work file. He tried to get his work done but his mind kept wandering. He sighed and shut his file and closed his eyes. It was pointless just sitting around and he thought he may as well enjoy his Friday night. All his friends were wrapped up in their own business and he didn't want to disturb them.

He put on his leather jacket, the one y/n had got for him on his seventeenth birthday, and headed out of the door. He walked the streets of London and wandered into a bar. A few drinks wouldn't hurt. He sat down at the bar table and drank a few shots. He looked around the room, it was crowded and reeked of alcohol. Couples stood there making out in the back and others danced in the middle with their sweaty bodies pressed against each other due to the lack of space.

As Sirius watched the scene, a pretty brunette girl with electric blue eyes walked up to him. "Care for a dance?" She looked him up and down and asked. Sirius was about to decline but then decided to go for it. What did he have to lose anyway? It wasn't like he was cheating or anything, it was just one dance right?

He allowed the girl to pull him to the dancefloor. There he drank a few more shots and danced like there was no tomorrow. Soon it was midnight, sirius decided it was time to leave. As he was about to head out, the girl who's name sirius did not know decided to kiss him. Sirius almost kissed back but then y/n's face flashed in his mind and he pulled away quickly. "I can't do this." He said almost hesitantly and rushed out of the club.

He sat down on the sidewalk and put his hand on his head. Sirius couldn't understand why he almost kissed back when he absolutely in love with y/n. He shook his head, stood up and apparated home. His head couldn't handle it along with the alcohol.

He spent the next week buried in work, trying to distract his mind from thoughts he wished he didn't have.

It was on Friday night when y/n finally returned. A distinct pop sound echoed through the room. Sirius rushed out to greet her. He was dressed messily, his hair tousled from laying on the bed and his shirt wrinkled. "Hello love, you're back." He smiled wrapping his arms around her in a hug. As he took in her familiar scent, he realised that what happened at tha bar was a mistake and there was nothing wrong with his love for the girl in his arms.

He pulled away to take in her appearance. She had a few cuts and bruises littering her arms and face, otherwise she looked fine. "How was the mission?" Sirius asked, his grey eyes brewing with concern.

"It was fine." Y/n shrugged. "Managed to get hold of a few death eaters and interrogate them." She pulled Sirius info another embrace and sighed. "it's good to be home." A simple statement such as that made sirius feel extremely guilty. He had to tell her what happened. Not then, soon. He would tell her.

Sirius spent many a sleepless night with the guilt eating him from inside. He decided that it was time he came clean.

He woke up before y/n the next morning and drank his coffee, and made her a cup too. Soon y/n came down the stairs rubbing her eyes tiredly. "You're up early." She pressed a kiss to his cheek before drinking a glass of water and eyeing him carefully. "What's wrong?"

Sirius looked up as though he had been snapped out of a trance. "Uh with me? Nothing. Why do you ask?" He stuttered nervously.

"Don't lie to me siri, I can read you like a book." She spoke with such tenderness in her eyes that sirius wanted to slap himself for being so stupid and almost kissing the blond girl back in the bar. Well, he had to tell her. It was now or never.

"Actually something is bothering me. Remember when you left for the mission a few weeks back?" Y/n nodded. "Well that night I went to a bar, because I was unable to concentrate and-"

"You're guilty because you went out to drink without me? Oh sirius that's nothing to worry about!" Y/n cut him off.

"No, that's not it. Let me continue. So I drank a few shots and got a bit tipsy and soon I ended up on the dance floor. Now, before you hear this I want you to know that I'm very guilty about what happened." At these words y/n's brows furrowed and she looked at sirius intently.

"I was about to leave when a blond girl who was dancing in the group I was in kissed me. I didn't kiss her back though-" Sirius defended himself.

A series of expressions flashed through y/n's face. First sadness, hurt and betrayal. "Did you think about kissing back?" She gripped the counter top hard, her knuckled turned white.

"I- I didn't kiss her back! Please understand y/n! I love you I would never hurt you this way." He tried to defend himself reaching out to hold her hand.

"No! Answer my question. Did you think of kissing back? Be honest." She looked firm and sirius knew he couldn't lie to her.

"I- ok yes I did. But I didn't. Your face flashed in my head and I couldn't bear to do anything more. So I pushed her away and left that instant." He said honestly. Sirius looked at y/n hoping that she'll forgive him, now that he was honest. But all he was met with was her steely gaze eyeing him sharply.

"I thank you for your honesty. I really do appreciate it. But the fact that you almost kissed her back speaks volumes. I think it's better that you give me some space to think." She spoke calmly. The calm before the storm. Sirius wished she yelled at him, and eventually forgave him but alas, that didn't happen.

**** July 1980

Lily and James were blessed with a beautiful baby boy whom they named Harry. He had his mother's stunning green eyes and his father's dark hair. He was the light that lit up a dark room, or in the case of the marauders and lily and y/n, their dark lives.

Things were not looking up for sirius and y/n's relationship. After y/n asked for space, she pondered over whether the relationship she had with Sirius was worth fighting for or not. She loved the man, ofcourse she did not know if he would stay faithful to her forever, that was just one incident. Who knows how many would occur? But eventually she gave in and decided to mend their broken relationship.

January 1981

The happiness of sirius and y/n's mending relationship didn't last long. In the order, Sirius was obviously the attraction of many single women, they all flirted with him hoping to catch his eye. He ignored their attempts at first, but after a fight with y/n over a trivial matter he decided to flirt back just to spite her.

Their relationship was getting toxic. Everyone could see it. Sirius and y/n would fight over small things and in retaliation, sirius would flirt with other girls. It became so bad after a point that the two of them wouldn't even look at each other for weeks at an end.

James, Remus and Lily were worried about their friends. Everyone thought that their fights would stop but it only got worse.

One day Lily and y/n had a girls day in (with Harry ofcourse, y/n loved her godson) and she voiced her concerns to the (h/c). "Im worried about you, love. All you and Sirius do is fight. And when you fight he goes out and flirts with other girls. Don't you think it's time you break things off with him? Or try fix your differences?" She reasoned placing a hand on her knee.

Y/n sighed and placed her head on top of Harry's, who was sitting on her lap. "I have thought about it ofcourse, but I still love him." "Even after everything I love him. And besides, if we break up what will happen to our friend group? I love you and James and Remus and Peter, it's just that I may never see you again if we separate." "And if I'm being honest, I still have a small bit of hope that the old sirius will return, the one I fell in love with."

Lily pulled the girl into a hug. She was sobbing at this point and Lily wanted nothing more than to end her hurting. "Talk to him. Make him understand, if you can't leave him, try to get him to understand." She said still holding y/n in a hug.

She sniffed. "You're right. I'll talk to him."

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June 1981

Y/n never did get around to talking to Sirius. She kept putting it off and avoiding the topic as much as she could. Everytime she would meet Lily, she would tell her the same thing and y/n gave the same reply. "I will, eventually."

Disaster fell upon the group when the dark lord decided that Harry was the baby who was destined to kill him. Since he was on the lookout for James and Lily, they had to go into hiding. Peter was made the secret keepers, the world belived it was sirius but no one knew of the real secret keeper.

The order was on high alert and most of the members were killed or in hiding. The last few remaining were Remus, y/n, Peter and Sirius among others. Due to this, sirius and y/n didn't have much time to fight with each other which was a nice change to their lives.

It all came crashing down once again when Dumbledore approached y/n to go on a mission, a dangerous one to find out who the traitor in the order was. She agreed, anything to figure out who the awful human was who decided to give information about lily and James and pose a threat to their safety. She graciously agreed.

Sirius was furious when he got to know that she agreed to such a dangerous mission. "Are you insane?!" He slammed the door shut. He was running his fingers angrily through his dark hair. "What do you mean?" Y/n asked him.

"You took the mission bloody well knowing it was a suicide mission. You won't survive this!" He slammed his fist on the table.

"Oh so now you care about me?" Y/n slammed her book shut and stood up and jabbed her finger in his chest. "After so long! Did you not care about me earlier? When you flirting with all those girls!" She screamed, equally fumed.

"STOP CHANGING THE TOPIC!" Sirius yelled.

"All we do is fight Sirius, I can't take it anymore." Y/n replied in a small voice.

"What?" Sirius asked, his anger melting away. "What do you mean?"

"I think it's better if we just end it. Right here. Right now. It's best for both of us." Her voice broke.

"No you can't, you can't just walk away!" Sirius cried out. But y/n didn't reply. She shook her head and apparated away. It was then when Sirius allowed him to think about all the months they spent fighting and it hit him of how bad a boyfriend he had been.

*****

October 1981

Four months. That's how long it had been since y/n walked away from sirius that day. Three months since she went on the mission to find out who the traitor was. Sirius was broken without her. He couldn't meet his best friend, and so the only person left was Remus who was probably tired of hearing Sirius repent for his mistakes.

Sirius regretted everything he had said to y/n everyday since she left. He barely left his house, he had become the shell of the man he once was and it was all his fault. He wondered if she was as hurt as he was, but another part of him hoped she was doing okay, he never wanted to break her heart which he swore to himself he would keep forever. He kept an eye out for letters from Dumbledore, or anyone for that matter hoping to get a shred of information of where y/n was and if she was safe, well as sage as she could be.

As for y/n, she apparated to her parents house after she left sirius in their house. She cried herself to sleep for a week but once she had no tears left to cry, she decided that it wasn't worth crying over someone who didn't appriciate her worth. She started preparing for her mission and spending as much time as she could with her parents because there was a chance she would not return in one piece from the mission.

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Finally a few days later on October 27 1981, he recieved a letter from Dumbledore telling him that it was urgent and that Sirius had to arrive at the location with Remus that very instant.

The two of them arrived at the order safe house a few minutes later and rushed in. "What's the matter professor? Is everything alright?" Remus questioned but sirius' eyes were fixed on the bed in one of the bed rooms where he could see y/n's figure resting on the bed.

"What happened to her?" Sirius questioned urgently interrupting whatever conversation was going on between Remus and Dumbledore. "Ah. I knew you would ask. Well, y/n figured out who the traitor was but unfortunately she was cornered and attacked in an isolated alley, there were no eyewitness and so there is no way to know who did it to her."

Sirius' eyes widened and he was about to go rushing to y/n's side, but Dumbledore stopped him by placing a hand on his wrist. "Don't you want to know who the traitor was?" Dumbledore asked. Sirius and Remus nodded. "Peter." Dumbledore looked disappointed.

"Peter!" Remus cried out in disbelief. "How could he do such a thing? We trusted him with our life!"

"Im going to kill him. Look what he did to her!" Sirius said angrily.

"You don't have to." Dumbledore started. "Y/n already took care of him. When she found out what he did, she cursed him and he's now in ministry authority."

With that Dumbledore left. Sirius and Remus stood there staring holes into the ground. "Do you think, she'll forgive me?" Sirius asked Remus sadly. "I think I realised how much I love her after she left me." He gulped. "You dug yourself in this hole, now you get yourself out." Remus clapped his shoulder and entered the room where she lay, unconscious.

Sirius stood outside for a while before he decided to enter the room. There was healer with her who kept an eye on her heart rate. "Whats happening madam?" He asked the woman. She sighed and rubbed a hand against her forehead. "Hard to say, she was attacked pretty badly. She may remain in this comatose state for a week, a month, she may not even make it."

The words died in sirius' throat. Not make it? She couldn't just die? Y/n was the strongest woman he knew. He couldn't live with himself if the last conversation they had was them fighting. He swallowed the lump in his throat and sat down beside her bed. He held her hand and observed her face. The sunlight fell on her face and highlighted her features. He pushed away a bit of hair from her face and took in his peaceful y/n looked albeit she was covered in cuts and bruises.

*****

December 1981

It had been two months since Peter had been outed as a traitor and in those two months. Y/n was still unconscious and Sirius spent most of his waking hours by her bedside. With the help of veratuserum, Peter had confessed the names of all other death eaters and voldemort's plans. Dumbledore and the aurors were able to figure out a way to kill him and succeeded.

Once it was safe, Lily and James along with Harry came to visit y/n. "You look terrible mate." James said pulling his best friend into a hug. It had been almost a year since the two saw each other last. "Yeah well, I certainly feel terrible." He said honestly. James gave him a sympathetic glance before joining Lily who was sitting at sirius' spot beside y/n. She looked devastated at seeing her best friend in such a state. James smiled at her sadly while Harry babbled happily to himself.

"Are you all family?" Rushed in the healer who had been treating y/n.

"Yes, why?" James asked curiously.

"We have bad news. We have checked miss y/l/n's reports and if she doesn't wake up soon, she may not make it. " She said sadly.

Tears welled up in the eyes of everyone present there. It was hard to see y/n who was always so happy and bubbly lie there on a bed unconscious and almost dead. Sirius knelt before her. "I know we fought before you left, but please wake up. I can't live without you, I realised how much I loved you only after you left. Come back to me, to us I swear I'll be better. Please y/n/n." He kissed her hand that was slightly cold.

Call it dramatic, but a few moments after that y/n's eyes fluttered open. "Sirius?" She said softly. She looked pale and her eyes didn't have the shine they used to.

"Where am I? Did they catch Peter?" She asked confused. Lily reached forward and hugged her friend tightly. "You're in the order safe house, you've been here since the past two months. You're okay now, and they caught Peter. Soon all this will be over." She smiled happily.

Y/n sighed happily. Her gaze fell on everyone in the room but when it landed on Sirius, her smile fell a bit. "I think we should talk about what happened earlier." Y/n said to him. "No! You've just woken up, you're still weak." He protested. "I think it's better we get this over with." She said firmly. Sirius sighed and walked over to her. Everyone else left the room.

"Im sorry about the way I acted, I was scared for you." Sirius started. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did. Im sorry I hurt you so bad, it wasn't my intention. I promise I will never ever hurt you again." He finished earnestly.

"How do I know I can trust you again? You promised you loved me the first time and yet you did it again and again. We were toxic for each other Sirius, I don't think we're good for each other." Y/n told him.

"I understand how you feel but if you give me a chance to prove myself, I swear I'll be better." He grabbed her hand.

She sighed and sirius started to lose hope. "This is the final chance I'll give you. I want to be friends first, and take it from there. I don't promise you anything." A small smile played on her lips.

Sirius wanted nothing more than to be loved by her, as a friend or as a lover. That evening, all five friends sat together talking like they were back in Hogwarts and nothing was wrong.

Maybe everything would be fine.

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A/n: ngl i was planning to tweak the request and kill off the reader but I felt nice and decided against it, you're welcome 😌

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merrymerryquitecontrary · 3 years

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Young Empress Vader takes the throne when her father dies in their fight against Sidious. Without the only family member she has ever known, and overcome by grief, she doesn't last long...

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: 1) major character deaths 2) suicide

So this is an old, old fic I wrote back in 2015 when I was still experimenting with what I want from my SW fanfiction, the result was a lot of Dark/Sith Leia raised by Vader and a lot of death and grief and angst...

I actually wrote two versions of this fic, this and another with a slightly happier ending but with way, way more angst and grief. So I'll post the second version of this, perhaps tomorrow morning. I’ll also post it on AO3 when it’s out of Bad Publishing Glitch Time (12-5am UTC apparently has a dating glitch that makes new fics appear far behind older ones)...

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“Lord Vader and the Emperor are dead. I am Empress Darth Leia Vader. Lord Vader’s daughter,” the girl calmly explained to the Red guards who had been waiting outside the throne room while she and her father were with Sidious. Black stained her cheeks were her eyeliner flowed with tears. Her eyes were an eerie yellow colour, but they were not puffed nor red from her earlier crying. She was scowling, waiting for them to acknowledge her as their new Master.

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“Who are you? What are you doing here?” the woman asked, entering the small mausoleum.

The veiled girl turned around and her dark brown eyes looked up to the intruder.

“I am in mourning,” she said quietly, her voice slightly trembling, gazing once more at the newer of the two graves. “I could ask the same of you,” she added as an afterthought.

“I once loved him,” the woman said, coming closer.

“Half the women and girls in the galaxy did,” she said, shrugging.

“He loved me back.”

“He only ever loved four women. Since his mother and wife are dead, and we can rule out you being his apprentice, because she was an alien, and I am the last one, you are wrong,” the girl said quietly, turning towards the exit. She’d had enough of people disturbing her in the place where she could remember her father.

“Exactly who are you?”

She paused at the doorstep and glanced at the stranger.

“I’m his daughter.”

With that, she turned for a final time and with a swirl of her black cloak, she left the small building and fled into the shadows, using the Force to mask her passage.

The woman ran out just a few seconds after the girl, but she saw no sign of her. She slowly walked back inside, to stare at her own grave and that of her husband’s.

Did that girl really say she was our daughter?

***

Empress Vader was a strong and cunning leader. She was just as ruthless as her Master when it came to dealing with betrayal, failure or plain ignorance.

Within a year of her reign, there was no Rebellion left in the galaxy. All opposition was mercilessly removed.

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“Father,” came the soft whisper of the young woman standing in the dark desert. “I have fulfilled the task we set ourselves. The galaxy is in order. There is no more chaos. The people live in peace. I am no longer needed. I want to rest. I want to go where you are. I have nothing to live for. There is no more love for me. You were the only person I ever loved and you were the only person who ever loved me.” Her voice broke. “I can’t go on any longer,” she sobbed. “I’m tired. I want to leave. I want to rest.” A tear escaped out of her left eye and dripped down her cheek. It was clear and bright, not stained with black is her tears once were. Her brown eyes looked into the darkness of the Tatooinian night as she fell to her knees. “All of this is eating me alive from the inside. I need rest, a long rest,” she cried, spilling her heart and soul in the dry, harsh sand of her father’s homeplanet. Her raw emotions echoed across the Force and she curled up, not minding the irritating grains that got into her hair and clothes. She sobbed into her hands, grieving for the father she lost and the life they could have had together. She was all alone in the galaxy and nobody would ever care for her – not with her reputation of the Sith Empress.

As she slowly calmed down, gathering her wits about her, she reached to her belt and detached her father’s lightsabre.

She stared at it for a moment. It had claimed many lives before. She never used it herself. For her, it was a reminder of her father and her task. The last time it took a life was by her father’s hand.

Now, the first time and only time she would use it, she would take her own life.

She pressed the activation plate against her chest, under her left breast. Igniting, it would pierce her heart, killing her instantly.

She placed her thumb on the activation switch. One tiny move and she fell to the harsh sand, lifeless.

The Force cried out at losing another of its children.

A teenage boy stirred in his sleep in a hut in the Jundland Wastes.

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To: Pooja Naberrie, Senator of Naboo

From: Darth Leia Vader, Empress

Senator Naberrie,

I write to you in a very important matter.

You are surely aware of who your aunt, Padmé Amidala, was. You know she died, bearing child. The thing is, she gave birth before dying. She was married to Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and she bore his child. Anakin Skywalker chose to serve the Dark Side, becoming Darth Vader.

I am the child of Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, known as Darth Vader.

After my father’s death eighteen months ago, I took the throne of the Empire. I brought order to the galaxy. I have fulfilled the task my father set me. I am weary of living. It is now my time to join him.

I have named you my heir and successor to the throne, as my closest blood relation and a fellow politician. You will be the Empress. It will be announced within a week, when my aides declare me missing, presumed dead.

By the time you get this letter, I will be on Tatooine, my father’s homeworld, the place where Anakin met Padmé, the place where my grandmother died. I will end my life there, in the desert. You may organise a search for my body, if you wish to. I don’t mind either way. I’ll be just as happy lying out there in the desert of Tatooine forever. If you do find me...bury me at my father’s side, under the name of Leia Amidala Skywalker. That’s what I would have been called, if things had worked out differently. If my mother and father lived.

Well, I guess that’s everything you need to know. As Empress, you can do whatever you want with the galaxy. You can make it into a Republic, if you wish to. I know that’s what my mother would have wanted.

I wish I could have known you and your family.

Goodbye,

your Cousin Leia.

Pooja Naberrie dropped the datapad into her lap.

Her Aunt’s child had lived. She had a living cousin. She was terrified of the implications – Aunt Padmé had been married to Darth Vader; the man who was buried in the family’s mausoleum was Darth Vader. The Empress was her cousin. That ruthless Sith Empress was her Aunt’s child.

And now she was on her way to die, or was already dead.

She grabbed the pad and rushed out of her room, slamming the old-fashioned door wide open. She ran downstairs to the large sitting room where she knew she would be. She always spent most days there, reading, writing, knitting, and sometimes, only staring silently out of the window across the lake.

She spent a great amount of time doing the latter during the past one and a half years, after Anakin Skywalker had been buried in her own mausoleum, by her side.

This time, Aunt Padmé was sitting reading a book out of a datapad.

“Pooja”, she laughed. “What’s the matter, I don’t remember the last time you were in such a hurry.”

Pooja didn’t laugh at her aunt’s jibe, instead saying: “I got a message from the Empress. You need to read it,” she added, handing her aunt the datapad.

The older woman’s eyes grew wider and wider in shock, then terror as she read.

“Do you think it’s true?” the Senator asked her aunt.

“Yes. Yes it is. She once told me herself. I was in the mausoleum and she was there. I asked her who she was and she said she was his daughter. She then disappeared before I could stop her. I never saw her again. I had no idea it was the Empress,” Padmé said through a constricted throat.

“What do we do now?”

“We must go to Tatooine. We need to find her, as soon as possible. Maybe it’s not too late yet. She named you her successor. You might be able to gain control of the army. We need as many people as we can to search for her in the desert. You’ll go to Coruscant immediately, see what you can do there, I’m going to Tatooine. You’ll need to tell them about this message, that the Empress is going to die if they don’t let you take men to Tatooine to find her.”

“Right. I’ll go and get packed.”

“So will I.”

***

There was a troop of Royal Guards awaiting her on the palace’s landing platform.

“Empress Naberrie,” the head of the Guards greeted her, bowing.

Pooja’s eyes widened. Did they already know that she was to be Empress? Was her cousin already dead?

“I need two hundred troopers to find Empress Vader.”

“Empress Vader is dead. Before she left, she had trackers implanted in her body – they transmitted the information that she died suddenly in the past ten hours.”

Pooja suddenly felt lightheaded. So her Aunt’s child was dead now. Dead before she could meet her mother. Before her mother could meet her child.

“Then we will search for her body,” she decided.

“We can easily find her using the trackers.”

“Then show me how to and I will go alone,” she replied.

Within half an hour, she was on her way to Tatooine to meet her Aunt and find her cousin’s body.

It was before noon when she arrived on the desert planet.

She managed to find Padmé in one of the smaller canteens.

“Did you manage?” the older woman desperately asked her niece.

“Auntie... I am the Empress. Leia is already dead.”

“No.” The sorrow in Padmé’s voice made Pooja’s throat clench. She hugged her Aunt closely.

“I’m sorry, Auntie. They said she had trackers implanted so they would know. I have the equipment to find her using them.”

They sat together in silence for a few minutes.

“Let’s go then,” Padmé said.

They rose and left the building.

Padmé had already rented a speeder for her search, and while she had been travelling across the desert for a few hours the previous day, she did not find any trace of her daughter.

This time, using the trackers, it only took them two hours to reach the place where Leia’s body lay.

The girl was sprawled out on the sand, her dark brown spread out on the ground in a strange halo around her head. Her eyes were closed, but there were dirty tear tracks where dust had clung to her cheeks while the tears where still wet.

Her hand fell to one side, and the deactivated lightsabre was just next to it, where it must have rolled out when the girl died.

She seemed peaceful, as if she were only sleeping, but the burnt hole in her heart bore witness to the truth.

Padmé fell to her knees, reaching out to stroke her daughter’s hair. As she touched her, she broke down, sobbing.

Pooja keeled next to her Aunt.

“Why did she do this?”

There was nothing Pooja could say to ease her Aunt’s pain. Only recently she’d found out that her husband had lived for years and died in separation from her, and now she found out she had a child and that child committed suicide.

#Dark Leia #Vader raises Leia #Sith Leia #suicide #grief #empire #tatooine #star wars #starwars fanfic #angst #star wars angst #au fanfiction #star wars AU

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chaoswillfallrpg · 3 years

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ALEXANDRA ROSIER is TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD and a FASHION EDITOR AND STYLIST in TRENDS AND PREDICTIONS at WITCH WEEKLY. She looks remarkably like ANYA CHALOTRA and considers herself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. She is currently TAKEN.

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tw: death, blood, mental instability

Calculating and reserved, Alexandra Rosier is the ash off abandoned cigarette stubs, the bitter taste of red wine and the curl of smoke across the silver moon at twilight. Born to AXEL and ADELE ROSIER, Alexandra grew up in the shadow of her older brother EVAN. The first born, their parents idealised him as the air to the Rosier name. Raising him so high that despite strenuous efforts, there was little that she could do to compete against their prince. Her mother’s daughter, Alexandra is as deadly as a viper. If Evan was the solider, Alexandra was the leader. Outcast and overshadowed, she holds her mother’s elegance, cunning nature and insanity. With grace and a regal sensibility, intellect matching if not outshining that of her brother, nothing ever compared to his achievements. Despite the close bond the siblings shared, an underlying jealousy began to brew. Bitterness building from years in the shadows, the witch was left to try and grow in darkness as Evan consumed the light of their parents' love. Andra was cared for, but not the same regard. Despite the divide slowly pitting them against one another, they stayed close by each other’s side; knowing that above all family was everything. Insular compared to other Pure-Blooded families, their father insisted it was because he’d rather spend his spare time away from Wizengamot among family than waste his breath on others. When they decided to grace high society with their presence the family was adorned in french finery. Rich black velvets, beaded gown, silks befit a family that walked like they belonged in the stars. Encapsulating an idealistic image, they presented themselves how Rosiers always did. Powerful, resilient and as beautiful as the roses they were named after.

Adamant to keep their standing within both the English and French aristocracy, the Rosier’s choose to send one child to Hogwarts and another to Beauxbatons. Knowing the connections they would gain would be invaluable to their futures; they made it apparent that the years spent at school would be imperative to their social standing. Quickly Andra became the socialite of the school. Knowing how to manipulate situations in her favor, she was just as calculating as she was beautiful. Holding characteristics common among the Rosier line, she was determined to forge her way no matter the costs. Following the family mantra ‘Si vous ne trouvez pas de chemin, faites-en un’ translating to: if you can’t find a path make one, the witch held the words dutifully; all in an effort to make her family proud. Forming an elite social network consisting of individuals from high standing families, the group were notorious for their social power, elusive gathers and selective mingling. Among them were: MIRA IYER, ALEXANDER TREMBLAY and SEBASTIAN FONTAINE. There was no questioning, Andra was the queen, with Mira in particular following in her shadow. With elegance, quick wit and intellect incomparable to others; many fell in her favor. An exception to this, was CLAUDETTE DELACOUR. Their feud was renowned around the school. Born from Andra’s found enjoyment in uttering remarks that fell off her lips like venom at JAQUELINE LEJEUNE, Mira giggling dutifully at her side; the witches feud became renowned around the school. Few stood up to Andra, knowing that doing so was social suidice. Apart from Claude being a thorn in her side, Andra still reigned over the school. But the reign of a queen was only more public when she fell to ruin.

Never could any of the Rosier’s have expected the turmoil that was to befall them. Fifteen and free from Beauxbatons for the summer; she exchanged meaningless conversations with her mother as they watched France disappear in a blur on their way to their second home in Lyon. Only to be greeted with Auror’s lining the gates to shield prying eyes from the scene. White roses stained red and her father’s body laying limp in the dirt. Evan clinging on for dear life; for a moment, he looked like a boy again. Not the seventeen year old heir to the Rosier name, but a feeble meek child who had just lost one of the people he held most dear. Andra didn’t just lose her father that day, she lost her whole family. Evan slipped into a state of disarray, a shell of himself he was unreachable no matter how many times Andra tried to confide in him and share the burden of their grief. Wails of heartbreak echoed in the hallowed halls of the Rosier mansion as their mother became inconsolable and fragmented. Rolls reversed with every member of her family falling to grief, Andra became the thread holding the fabric of their existence together; simply because she had no other choice. Axel Rosier had been a renowned wizard in the community, the death was public and high profile. Betrayed by the very people he’d served, The Ministry claimed the death was a mere ‘accident’ to not arouse panic. Instead, for their silence and discretion, they paid the Rosier family to keep quiet. But one look at the autopsy, it was clear that the fatal wound had been from a Muggle gun, despite the false allegations that declared otherwise.

Childhood stolen from her grasp, while her days were spent organising their fathers funeral with the help of her aunt DRUELLA BLACK, at nights she fell apart. Mascara stained her pillow and muffled her sobs as she was left to mourn alone. The weight of grief, too heavy of a burden for anyone to carry let alone so young. Comfort came with their relatives' company. Though they despised the pity, the shared grief was eased with holding a confidant in cousin NARCISSA BLACK. However not all the blacks were welcome in Andras eyes. BELLATRIX was as conveying as she was deceitful. Digging talons into Evan, she was the only one that managed to get through to her brother. A bitter jealousy grew deep in Andra towards Bella. Hurt that Evan chose their cousin as a confidant over her, Andra was left to watch from a distance as her brother’s heart turned black. Twisted with hate and grief, his anger boiled like a disease casting a dark hue over the family. While he played the part of the broken boy, Andra ws left to pick up the pieces. Caring for their distraught mother, commenting for the newspapers, attending social gatherings; Andra single handedly kept the name of the Rosier’s from falling to ruin. Knowing it’s what her father would want, she played her part. Disguising her distress in blush to hide her breaking heart, the witch fell in line, head held high as she was forced to leave her childhood behind; becoming the leader of the Rosier house. Alexandra was never the same after that fateful summer

With eyes like daggers, her once social attitude turned cruel from despair. Labelled cold hearted, one person that seemed to melt her icy exterior was Sebastian. While the pair had been together since their second year, he was the only one that seemed to break through her barricaded heart. While Andra turned harsh even to her own friends particularly Mira, Sebastian saw beyond the elegance, perfect eye liner and styled appearance. Few harboured the chance at catching a glimpse of who she really was. Merely a discarding girl trying to prove she was worthy of love. Despite encouragement from him to share her insecurities and heartache with Mira, being exposed and vulnerable terrified her and was met with dismissal. In the end, only turning her more insular. Sebastian had been her savior through her grief. Though with Andra’s growing integration into high society, insecurities for their relationship’s appearance grew. Molding herself into the idealistic image of a Pure-Blood, Andra learned to care more for her vanity and how people perceived her than the value of her own heart. Knowing that being attached romantically to a half breed would raise concerns amongst her family; particularly the Blacks, her duty to her family outweighed the deep love she held for him. With growing philophobia and the tantalising fear of being discarded from the Rosier name when she needed it most, their relationship fell into stolen glances and passionate moments in the shadows. Falling apart in their early twenties with Sebastian needed more than a girlfriend who had grown ashamed to love him. Andra threw herself into her work within the French Fashion industry, hiding her darkening heart with beauty, never fully admitting she’d grown her own thorns.

Moving back to their home in Kensington, under the instruction of CYGNUS BLACK Alexandra handed care of her mother to The Society for Distressed Witches. Cygnus assuring they could ease her growing insanity and keep her from causing any more damage to the family reputation. Harbouring the information from Evan, Alexandra fears that the knowledge would only push him further over the edge, creating a deeper rift between them. Instead she visits her mother as often as she can between her new job working for Witch Weekly, holding status as a socialite and keeping watch on her family's ongoing exchanges. In an effort to keep Evan from Bellatrix’s clutches, Andra joined The Death Eaters to make sure she didn’t lose both of the most important men in her life. Though joining their ranks was not as easy as she’d hoped. Tasked to reconnect with her old best friend from Beuxbatons, Mira, THE DARK LORD has instructed her to place Mira under the Imperius Curse to gather inside information from within The Ministry. Despite the guilt she feels, in her eyes she doesn’t have another choice. While joining the Death Eaters had originated in an effort to save her family, the longer she stays in their company the closer she can feel herself attaching to the same ideologies. With every passing day it is becoming clearer to her why Evan fell to Bellatrix’s notion of a new world and the justice it could finally bring to the memory of their father. What scares her is the lengths he will go to find his own revenge, knowing he won’t stop until he brings The Ministry and everything they know to its knees. With it, will come the choice between safeguarding herself or losing her brother and everything she knew along with it.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Bisexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

Family → Axel Rosier (deceased father), Adele Rosier (mother), Evan Rosier (brother), Cygnus Black (uncle), Druella Black (aunt), Bellatrix Black (cousin), Andromeda Black (cousin), Narcissa Black (cousin)

Connections → Mira Iyer (ex-best friend/adversary), Alexander Tremblay (close friend), Sebastian Fontaine (ex-boyfriend/potential love interest), Camille Rowle (colleague/friend), Andressa Parkinson (friend), Regina Rowle (romantic liaison), Claudette Delacour (adversary), Jacqueline Lejeune (adversary) Evangeline Selwyn (adversary)

Future Information → N/A

ALEXANDRA ROSIER IS A LEVEL 7 WITCH.

#alexandra rosier #anya chalotra #marauders rp #rosier rp #death eater rp #witch weekly #magic #tw: death #tw: blood #tw: mental instability #death eater #taken #taken death eater #taken witch #taken lgbtqia+

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jaebaebie · 4 years

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Why Us? Why Now? Why Ever?

In a post apocalyptic world where walkers took over the living, Era realised that she was different from every one else. Wanting to uncover the reasons to her differences, she embarked on a journey to the West where she met a few Strays,, including a man named Hwang Hyun Jin who, just like her, was cold, hot headed, and full of distrust. She thought they would never get along, but what happens when the two cold hearts start to melt?

STRAY KIDS ZOMBIE AU // WUWNWE MASTERLIST

Chapter 5 ~ “Till we meet again, my Era.”

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The five of us were squeezed inside an army van. HyunJin took the wheel, with Minho beside him. I sat at the back with Han and Levi , one of the other guards who often patrolled with Minho. Surprisingly, Camp Miroh was able to repair some of the army vehicles that were dispatched when the apocalypse hit. Thereby allowing them less time for walking and more time for doing what needed to be done.

I looked out the window, killing time as I enjoyed the breeze of the wind touch my face. We drove past old and run down shop houses, whose glass windows were shattered from the numerous attempts of break ins by desperate customers.

“Don’t stray too far from the group. Stick with Levi and be back at the meeting point as soon as possible.”

Han instructed, earning a nod from me.

The past week in Camp Miroh was filled with the company of new friends and the occasional bickerings with Hyunjin. Chan still ordered for Hyunjin and I to go hunting together until Hyunjin had truly mastered the skill, so being alone with him every day of the past week had made him slightly more tolerable. Sometimes, I’d even manage to crack a small smile on his face, even if it was a sarcastic one. I had also gotten close with the rest of the boys, especially Minho, Felix and Jeong In, who seemed to worry more about my safety than I did.

It felt nice to have someone to depend on for a change.

As much as I began trusting everyone more, Han was the one I trusted the most. He continued to knock on my door every night, accompanying me to sleep. I argued with him the first few nights that he didn’t have to, but slowly, I got accustomed to it because I liked having him around. I slept better, knowing that he was right by side for as long as I was awake.

My trust for him was the basis of my trust for everyone else. If I could trust him, then I can also trust his friends that he trusts wholeheartedly. Including Hyunjin.

It was no doubt that I was starting to grow attached to Camp Miroh and the friends I was making. I was getting closer to calling it my home. Though, nothing in this world is actually a ‘home’ anymore. I knew I had to leave to go back to my own path. West.

I sighed, feeling my stomach curl into a knot as I thought about where I should be,, and how far I am from it.. how further I am becoming from it the longer I stay in Camp Miroh. Han immediately noticed this, turning to me with the adorable round eyes of his. They resembled that of a puppy’s— soft,, cute.

“You okay?”

Looking away from the not-so-appealing view of abandoned shops, I met his gaze, forming a small smile, “Yeah.”

He nodded, returning it with his signature ‘Han’ smile. The only smile that could possibly challenge Jeongin’s bright one. The only smile that seemed to make sense in the whole entire fucked up universe.

My smile dropped the second I looked away. Just as I did, I caught a glimpse of Hyunjin’s gaze through the side mirror. His reflection staring back at me. It lasted for a couple of seconds before he diverted his focus back onto the road, avoiding abandoned cars, blocks of broken cement and dead bodies.

We alighted from the vehicle. The town we were in gave off an eery feeling, sending chills down my spine. Numerous shops were lined on each side of the road, most of its windows and doors shattered. It almost seemed like I was witnessing the post events after the purge- a movie I used to love watching. Walkers usually ‘disappeared’ during the day, so it was usually much safer to venture out during the day. But that didn’t mean there was no risk of running into one, or even a hoard of them.

Hyunjin led the way towards one of the larger retail stores where we began our ‘treasure hunt’ and split amongst our pairs to cover a larger area. I walked past the clothing aisle. Many clothes were still hung up and folded, untouched throughout the days of the apocalypse. Fresh sets of clothing would be nice, but Hyunjin had instructed to prioritise food and water which were much more needed. So I ignored them.

My eyes landed on a glass counter stationed at the back of the store. Walking closer, I noticed that it contained silver necklaces and bracelets which were still organised neatly in display. It sparkled despite the little light in the store, reflecting small fragments of rainbows in different directions. It was a simple silver moon necklace. A small star charm was attached to the chain, to give the impression that the star was almost watching over the moon.

I was stopped from claiming the necklace as my own when Levi beckoned for me.

Levi was with the others just outside the store, standing behind Han who was bent down on the ground. Everyone, except for Hyunjin who was nowhere to be found, had their focus on one thing.

I peeked from Levi’s shoulder as I heard Han conversing with someone who was not Minho Nor Hyunjin. A man. His face was scrunched up in pain as Han examined the clean gash on the man’s arm, extending from his elbow all the way down to his fore arm.

I didn’t think much of it, simply waiting for Han to finish his business with the injured man on the ground. Minho explained that they had found him stumbling in the middle of the road, pleading for their help.

I was convinced that the man was just another unlucky victim who got lucky and managed to come across someone as nice as Han. But, the more I watched the unexpected guest, the more I found the scene suspicious. It was an odd and all too ‘familiar’ scene. I began to fade out Minho’s explanation as I observed the man from a distance, zooming in all of his injuries. An entrance that was too deliberate. The cuts on his face and arms were too sharp and precise. The grimace on his face too practiced. Everything was just too perfect.

I was hesitant to stand for my doubts and assumptions until I noticed his right hand. He was missing a pinky. A trait that one of the existing craziest gang was known for. The gang known as the ‘Right Arm’. Members had to cut off their right pinky to pledge their allegiance and loyalty to their leader.

I cocked a gun towards the man, startling the rest of the guys. I hadn’t even realised that Hyunjin was beside me until I snapped out of my thoughts.

“N-no. Please, I need help.” The man pleaded, trembling. He raised his hands up, staring at me with the most tearful eyes. But my gaze stayed hard and cold. Unaffected by his terrible acting.

What a joke.

“Put the gun down. We need to help him.”

I shook my head, taking a step closer towards the two of them, “Don’t believe him, Han.”

The man cowered, dragging himself behind Han with a grunt, “Please! I have nothing. I just need help.”

“Where are your friends who did that to you?” I asked, scanning the environment around us. The Right Arm usually travelled in small groups, intentionally injuring one of their members when another group was spotted. The injured member would then persuade their unknowing prey to bring them back to their base, where the other Right Arm members would follow, attack and raid. An event I was all too familiar with.

“I have no one! I’m alone, I swear!” He exclaimed, making me roll my eyes.

“Bullshit.” I hissed, “Ask your friends to come out of hiding and maybe.. just maybe.. I won’t put a bullet in your head.”

I was prevented from stomping forward by a hand placed on my shoulder. Hyunjin, who stood back this entire time, had finally joined the fun. He had the same dark look in his eyes, glaring at me,, daring me to try and take a shot. I turned to look at Han who had the same look on his face, the usual softness in his eyes replaced with a frown.

“You can’t believe him!” I told them, “That’s how they catch their prey. Pretending to be innocent and injured and then attacking your base once they’ve gained your trust.”

“Drop it.” Han ordered firmly. It was my first time I had actually seen him be stern and harsh towards me.

My shoulders slumped in defeat when his glare didn’t falter. He didn’t believe me, which frustrated me so much because I knew I was right. Every bone in my body knew my predictions were correct. But if Han wouldn’t believe me, then chances are that I’ve lost.

“Lower your gun.” Hyunjin said, and I followed, letting out a huff in frustration as I let my arms fell back to my sides.

The man’s eyes brightened, coming out of his hiding behind Han’s back as he thanked Hyunjin who merely just disregarded him.

Hyunjin also let go of his grasp on my shoulder. I felt completely wronged, but I couldn’t do anything against them. Pushing them further would make the matters worse. Han shook his head, obviously showing his disappointment as I looked away, not wanting to see it.

“I told you, no guns unless necessary.” Hyunjin nagged, causing me to let out a scoff,

“Use this instead.”

The sharp metallic end of the dagger shone under the rays of the sun, blinding me for a mere second with the sudden brightness. My eyes trailed from the dagger to the arm that held it as I turned to Hyun Jin in shock. Who would’ve known that Hwang Hyunjin would take MY side?

“Hwang Hyunjin.” Han reprimanded, but Hyunjin ignored him.

Hyunjin met my gaze, tilting his head as his lips formed a cheeky smirk, “Are you doing it or should I do the honour?”

I felt the corners of my lips curl into a small smile, feeling encouraged that Hyunjin and I had agreed on something for once. Someone believed me,, and that someone, stubborn and uncaring , was Hwang Hyunjin.

“Have fun.” I told him, crossing my arms as I stepped back, letting him take over.

I could hear him chuckle as Han sighed, shaking his head, “You guys are terrible human beings.”

Hyunjin took back his dagger with a stable grip around it before making his way towards the terrified man on the ground. He bent down into a squat, meeting the man’s eye level as he gave him his signature cold glare. Usually, I would roll my eyes at such a scene. This time, I stood back and watched, feeling a small sense of pride when the man trembled under Hyunjin’s stare.

Han didn’t have Chan to back him up against Hyun Jin this time. I was convinced that Hyunjin was even more stubborn than I was, as Han’s voice seemed to go into enter Hyunjin’s ear and immediately exit the other. Minho and Levi stood back all this while, remaining quiet. Minho tried to call upon Hyunjin, but he soon gave up, knowing that if Han couldn’t do anything about it, then neither could he.

“I’m giving you three seconds for you and your ‘friends’ to leave before I slit your throat.”

I watched as the man gulped, distancing his head as far away as possible from the blade that was on his neck. Sweat dripped from the top of his head. Clearly nervous.

“One”

“I told you! I’m not with anyone.”

“Two”

The man frantically looked around, as if some solution was to magically appear in his surroundings. He was breaking. Desperate. But Hyun Jin didn’t budge.

“Three.”

Just before Hyun Jin could do anything, another two men emerged from a nearby alley, catching our attention.

“Alright! You win!” One of them exclaimed, his hands up in defeat. The closer he walked towards us, the more I internalised his features. He was a middle aged man with eyes that of a hawk’s and a patchy grey beard. His eyes were cold and dark, but they gave off a different aura in comparison to Hyun Jin’s,, an evil one. The feature that really caught my attention was the long jagged scar that extended diagonally across his face, cutting through his left eye all the way to the right side of his cheek.

Hyunjin’s victim scrambled up from the ground, running towards the protection of his own team. Han sighed, muttering out a curse softly under his breath as he stood back up, staring at the group of three in front of us. Hyunjin also stood up, continuing to stare at the man. He was completely unfazed by the appearance of the group.

“We’ll get out of your way now.” Hawk-eyed man announced, giving off a crooked evil smile. Everything about him spelled E V I L .

Similar to the man we had just threatened, the other two were missing their right pinkies.

Minho sighed behind me, “Good call, Era.”

Han nodded in agreement, still refusing to look in my direction. I scoffed internally, he had been glaring right through me just seconds ago and now he couldn’t even look at me to apologise.

At the mention of my name, something clicked in Hawkeye and his eyes sparkled as they focussed on me. He gave me a creepy crooked smile, emphasising the scar on his cheeks and revealing his browned, chipped teeth.

“Era..” He mumbled, “What a lovely name. I’m sure someone would be ecstatic receiving your name as a gift, Era.”

I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, unable to look away because I didn’t want to show him how much it was affecting me. Showing that I was scared meant that he had won. My name as a gift? What was he going on about?

Hyunjin stepped in front of me, breaking the staring contest between Hawkeye and I, “Your three seconds are gone. Leave while you still have your necks.”

“Of course,” Hawkeye nodded, throwing me another smile,

“Till we meet again, my Era.”

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icechuksblog · 6 years

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Celebrated Nollywood actor, Hafiz Oyetoro, popularly called Saka, shares his fatherhood experience with Punch Newspaper.What does fatherhood mean to you?Fatherhood means the ability to perform all responsibilities of taking care of one’s family and being able to meet the needs of the family. It also entails the ability to be emotionally stable and intelligent enough to accommodate physical, psychological and spiritual needs of the individuals who constitute the family. It is also the ability to acquire what it takes to be a father. It goes beyond giving a woman ‘belle.’What age did you become a father and how did you feel holding your first child?I became a father when I was close to 41 (laughs). It was not too late. But it was late. However, I felt so fulfilled. I am also grateful to God that I was able to join the league of fathers. In the same week that my child was born, a friend of mine was giving away her daughter in marriage. You can imagine the gap.Where were you when your wife gave birth?When I heard the news that my wife had been delivered of a baby boy, I was elated. I was not around when my wife gave birth. I was on a movie location. I saw my first child the third day he was born. I called my mother-in-law to visit my wife at the hospital.What did you do when you heard the news?I called my wife to congratulate her. I told her to place the phone by the ear of the baby. Whether he could hear me or not, I insisted I wanted to talk to him. I said to my child on the phone, “Hello my son, welcome to Nigeria. I am your father. I am not around now but as soon as I come back, I am going to see you. You are welcome to my family.”I think he heard me well because when I got home, he didn’t cry. He smiled when he saw me. God made everything easy for us. All our three children were born without complications. Within five minutes in the labour room, my wife gave birth. My wife didn’t go through much labour pains. In fact, my last child was born at the reception of the hospital. I thank God for His mercies. I have two boys and a girl.What accounted for your lateness in being a father?I can’t specifically say why. For a very long time, I was more committed to my career. I was carried away by the demands of my profession. Another factor that could have led to that was poverty. I never wanted to rely on people to take care of my children. I decided to get married at a point that I was able to take care of myself and my family.But many people assumed that you are a rich man.You don’t just grow up one day; it is a process. I am not a millionaire, so to say. But I am very grateful to God that I can afford bread and butter on my table. When I said poverty delayed me, I meant that I hustled for a long time. A few years back, the entertainment industry was not recognised. It was our passion that kept us going. It was about five or 10 years back that entertainment started getting lucrative. I was only popular back then but poor. The idea of self-dignity, not wanting to rely on people for support, accounted for my delay.How did struggling prepare you for fatherhood?It made me to be properly ready. I learnt about fatherhood from friends who were already married. I had elder brothers who had gone through various family challenges. So, when I got married, all those challenges were not new to me because I had prepared well for them. I was mature to resolve all those challenges. I wish I married early.What fascinates you about fatherhood?The major challenge with marrying late is that my children are still in secondary and primary schools. It means I have a lot to do for my children. Children of my friends have finished their education. I used to attend the weddings and convocation organised for such children. But at my age, I am still paying school fees. While my colleagues can afford to buy cars and mansions worth millions of naira, because they are no longer paying school fees, I am doing more of investment in my children. I cannot afford to copy their lifestyle or afford such luxuries. I believe that I still have a long way to go. My children are my investments. When some people say, ‘Upon all the money wey Saka get, e no do this, e no get plenty cars’, I laugh. I am investing my money in my children because I don’t want them to pass through what I went through in life. I put more into their training so that they can be successful. I am giving them the best of education. When it comes to investing in other things and enjoyment, it is affecting me. While other fathers are getting gifts from their children, I am still paying school fees at my old age. I am not too old anyway (laughs). I am just 54.What specifically are you doing to prepare your children for a better future?First and foremost, I don’t joke with home training and education. I also ensure that they are close to God. Those are my priorities. I let them understand the realities of life; that one needs to work hard to be successful. I want to thank God that I know one or two people. But I don’t want my children to rely on people. I am giving them the best education that I can afford now. Knowledge is power. If they have the knowledge, they will know how to manage their lives. Once you equip your children with knowledge, you have done everything for them. I started school at nine. My children started school at age three or four. They would finish their education on time. I want to train them to be self-employed or employable so they won’t start afresh like me. I started from the scratch. I started from point zero. I want my children to start from point 10.What kind of father are you at home?My wife, children and I watch Saka together on TV. Saka is a different person from Hafiz Oyetoro, the husband and father. My children know their father, Hafiz Oyetoro. They know Hafiz Oyetoro, who acts Saka. It’s a professional grace for me. I want to thank God that I passed through good lecturers who trained me to differentiate my personality from the role I play in movies.What do your children say when they watch you on TV?My children are my first critics. Sometimes, they ask me, “Daddy, why is Saka doing like this?” “Is this how to wear the uniform?” Sometimes when I do something, I let them see it first and listen to them. My wife and children understand me most. When I am away for a long time and come back home, I loosen up. I organise dance competition and crack jokes. I do perform for them to cover up for the lost time. I really want to be close to my children. I try as much as possible to do so. My children are free with me and their mother. They are free to express their feelings. We give them disciplined freedom of expression.How do you discipline your children?I don’t cane my children. I feel that I don’t have to use the cane to get things done. I was brought up by my uncle who caned me. I didn’t like that. I lived with my father until age nine when I started primary school. From age nine, I was under the care of my uncle. It was really interesting because he was strict. I didn’t have freedom of expression. I didn’t want my children to experience that. I play with them and tell them stories. Once they misbehave, I could say, “You, because you have done this, don’t talk to me in your life again.” When I change my attitude, that child will feel odd and apologise. I used to tell them to kneel down and raise up their hands.Is any of them interested in acting?One of my children seems interested in being an actor like me. I don’t want to force them into any career. I give them the freedom to choose what they want to do. Whatever they want to become, my own is to support them.Is there anything they tease you about?For instance, when I come home and tired, I could sleep in the living room. They would be dramatising, mimicking how I slept off. Sometimes, they tease me with some of the lines of Saka. They use the lines where I abused somebody to get back at me. I don’t tell them lies. I told them I was not a fantastic, excellent student way back in school. Most fathers would tell their children they used to take the first position even though it’s not true. When I was in primary school, I took first position for some time. But when some other smart guys came, they took over. Whenever we are in light mood, all those things I said when I was angry, they would rehearse it in my presence to tease me.If there’s a lesson you want your kids to take from you as they move through life, what would it be?Discipline, humility and believing in the Almighty God. I want them to learn these from me. I want them to know that there is no shortcut to success. When you don’t work for success, what is gained soon fritters away. If you work for success, you will be able to maintain it. When you are hard-working and believe in God, success will be with you forever. When you are disciplined, you won’t be jealous of other people’s success. If you are humble, people will respect you. I want them to be simple like me. Life is simple.How do you manage to be a successful actor, teacher and father?God has helped me to manage my time well. As a father, I don’t do more than I can. I live a simple life. I am very honest and faithful to my wife. I want to thank God and the producers. They know that I am a civil servant; so, they don’t give me jobs to do during the week. I don’t drink alcohol. I don’t run after women. I don’t smoke. I want to thank the Nigerian press. Up until today, I have not recorded any scandal. Scandals can be cooked up.Female fans come but I have been able to overcome temptations.You know that I am not that particularly handsome. But to my wife, I am a very handsome man. That is the reason she married me. But you cannot compare the character of Saka with that of Ramsey Noah and other handsome actors. The traffic of temptation and pressure from women to me is low.Because I am a teacher, I live the life of a teacher. I don’t go to clubs. I am very simple, reserved and shy person. I am a complete “paki” (local man) man. This makes everything easy for me. I am thanking God for making me a simple person. Artistes are human beings with weaknesses.What is one of the most important gifts your wife or children have given you in appreciation of your fatherly role?The greatest blessing a man can get from God is to marry a woman who shares his vision. The greatest gift my wife has given me is her ability to share and support my vision. She understands me from A-Z. She is a graduate of mathematics. I don’t even know how the chemistry works. She is caring but quiet. When I am not around, they pray for me. They even fast for me.In the African setting, some believe that fathers are to play the role of providing for the home while the mothers take care of the home. Do you agree with this?I disagree. Even in those days, our fathers took their wives to the farm. I am from a village. My mother used to accompany my father to the farm. My wife also takes care of certain responsibility of her volition. She had to resign from government job when we got married. She was a mathematics teacher somewhere. When we got married, she had to resign to take care of the children. Both of us cannot be working because the home front would suffer. She has her shops where she sells children things. Sometimes, she takes care of certain things without telling me. I only get to know later. My children used to call me to say mummy had taken care of something they were asked to bring in school. We work together as partners. But as the father, it is automatic that I carry the larger percentage of the family’s upkeep.Have you cooked at home before?I am a great cook. Don’t forget that I was a bachelor for 40 years (laughs). I cook once in a while now. It’s been long I did that. As time went on, I became very busy. In the last five years, I have not been able to do those domestic duties due to my busy schedules.What is the most important relationship advice you give to people?I will advise would-be couples to have jobs before getting married. It took me time to get married because I wanted to be able to withstand the financial cost. When the man is jobless and the wife is jobless, how do they maintain the home? Self-maintenance is a continuous responsibility. The marriage will not last if both would-be couples are jobless. Even if it’s the wife that is employed, they can still manage. They don’t need to have government jobs. But they must have a means of sustenance. If there is no butter on their bread, let there be water, at least, after taking the bread. I do not support a marriage where both couples are jobless. There will be tension. When there is tension, there will be misunderstanding. When there is constant misunderstanding, the marriage will collapse.

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