“Happiness.” He Finally Says, “What Does It Feel Like?”

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Genderfluid metamorphmagus Walburga Black, who goes by the name Pollux in her male form, looks exactly like Sirius when she switches genders: the same jet black, long hair, piercing gray eyes, and sharp jawline. From a young age, she was taught to suppress this side of herself by her parents, as metamorphmagi were not deemed "socially acceptable" within wizarding society, especially for someone from an influential pure-blood family. Barely anybody knows about her secret until one day thirteen-year-old Regulus Back goes snooping up in the attic of his family home and finds old photos from the '40s in a box labeled "Pollux Black II", and out of curiosity he goes looking inside it. The moment he sees Pollux, Regulus is at a loss for words, unable to identify the man in the picture who looks just like Sirius. Regulus only knew one Pollux Black: his grandfather. After all his years living underneath the roof of Orion and Walburga Black who often spoke of past relatives with pride, he was surprised that he'd never heard of Pollux II, nor could he recall seeing the man's name on the family tree.

At first he assumes that it's his father, but that assumption didn't quite hold. The man in the photograph bore a distinct air of defiance in his eyes that Regulus has never seen in Orion, who was more reserved and strict, often cloaked in a façade of cold authority. While his father exuded an aura of traditionalism and expectation, Pollux’s gaze sparkled with a rebellious spirit, much like his elder brother Sirius. Which brought him to his second guess: Uncle Alphard.

Regulus always saw Alphard as a free-spirit, someone who seemed to embody a sense of freedom that was rare in the Black family. While others toed the line of pure-blood ideology, Alphard had embraced his independence, often expressing disdain for the family's rigid views. However, the resemblance, although similar, did not match when compared to earlier pictures of Alphard as a boy. By this point, Regulus was left utterly clueless as to who Pollux could be within the family. He wasn't Regulus' grandfather, nor his father, nor his uncle.... With no other option, the young Black went to confront Alphard about the photos, knowing that if he sought out the truth from one of his parents he'd be reprimanded and the photos would be quickly confiscated. Regulus wanted to know- no. He needed to know who these pictures were of. He found Alphard in the sitting room, smoking a cigar, wasting no time as he abruptly threw the pictures onto his uncle's lap. "who is that?" asked Regulus, pointing down to the man in the photos that still rested on his uncle's lap. "who is Pollux Black?" there was a brief silence that filled the air when Regulus finally got the question out, but Alphard just sat there nonchalantly, continuing to smoke his cigar as he stared down at the pictures. after a couple heartbeats he answered: "your mother", Alphard said, as if it was no secret whatsoever. "mother?" Regulus echoed back, his breath hitching in his throat as his eyes locked on Pollux's face. "mother is Pollux Back II?" he questioned, to which Alphard responded with a curt nod. At that moment it all dawned on him.... No wonder Walburga treated her son with such hostility the day the name underneath his portrait on the family tapestry changed from Regula to Regulus. He never felt comfortable in his own skin, and now he understood that his mother must've felt the same way he did back when she was his age, grappling with her own identity in a world that demanded conformity. The weight of expectation had likely pressed down on her too, forcing her into a role that felt foreign and suffocating. Everyone always said that Sirius held most similarity to Walburga, but on that day Regulus saw that he and his mother had more in common than he thought they did. He wondered if his mother saw herself in him, and if she was envious of the fact that Regulus was able to find a place in a world that seemed increasingly open to change. Perhaps, he thought, her anger was rooted not just in disappointment, but in a longing for the choices she had been denied.

”And this is Amortentia ,the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them. “

Genderbend rhaegon with Rhaenyra as Rhaegar and Aegon as Viserra. 🔱

Rhaegar has no interest in marriage, or his younger half-sister for that matter, while Viserra was born just to be his wife.

chat what the fuck happened to this????

i feel like every marauders stan reaches a point when they’re just like “fuck it, i ship everyone”

you're laughing. The umbrella academy's final season destroyed every character's personal growth and semi-healed traumas, left huge plot-holes, completely abandoned some of it's most beloved side characters that were crucial in previous seasons and you're laugh-oh. You're crying. My bad. Go ahead. Let it out. Understandable.

list of aegond fics i bookmarked on ao3

aegond fics i enjoyed and bookmarked. list in no particular order.

many one shots, some of them completed and some not.

fics in blue fonts are the ones that i love most.

and this should go without saying but heed the author’s warnings and tags if you decide to read from this list.

sting by Anonymous

The Absolute Shall by Sebastian_Jack

Sleep by 1919

Kinslayer by Maveryn08

these hallowed, cursed gifts we long for by Potoo

Death of Peace of Mind by beta_mirach

stay the hand that dealt you mercy by fourteenfangs (englishsummerrain)

the sweetness of salt by rhaelayne

hors d'oeuvre by rhaelayne

Lust for Violence by heliophyte

it was mine first by violetchachkii

you handle it beautifully by violetchachkii

there is no garden by behemoth

They Can Only Burn Us Once by aspiringlover

Dark Night of the Soul by Ezran

Sick, sad heart by ravensareheretostay

Hold Tight by JEONSFI1ter

Sibling Rivalry by Anonymous

he hit me and it felt like a kiss by ShipperTrash140109

Chrysalis by Anonymous

Warmth by Sukie_Kagamine

Brutal Services by Anonymous

Ulysses by allyriadayne

Like chewing Ibuprofen by SandySin

Moss, malachite by lopeor

white on red. by alexander (shwishu)

on his knees. by alexander (shwishu)

liberate me; by violetchachkii

Shine Razor Eyes in Delight by Anonymous

On our own by Sukie_Kagamine

The future King by Nights_of_Ren

It does not have to be right to be ours by SandySin

Kerosene! by Helpmefr

Turning Crimson by Sebastian_Jack

seeds by sinnergy

a fish hook in an open eye by scorpiod

fire you wade through by fleshfeel

spit it out by 10tacles

Boxcutter by ravensareheretostay

...just like high fantasy by alexander (shwishu)

half agony, half hope by meddea

when the sun sets, we're both the same by elthedane

the way of things by elthedane

flesh and bone... knuckles on sand by alexander (shwishu)

Downfall by Metalomagnetic

tell me we're dead and i'll love you even more by elthedane

let me in, wear me out by goldenkraken

You Tear Your Children Into Pieces by Sebastian_Jack

Holding the Rope by Sebastian_Jack

Lost in the Fire by Spiralblissx

Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.

— William Faulkner.

Badass assassin Lila turns out to hate the domestic life with Diego, but is more than happy to be Five's little cottagecore wife? I hate these writers...