My name is Indigo, or just Indie! I consider myself a democratic socialist. I'm a future political science major, economy minor. I hope to become a politician or a political activist.
Here are a few fun facts about me:
- My favorite subject in school was civics
- I enjoy watching political debates
- My favorite color is pale yellow and brown
- I am an avid Marauders fan
- I have seen every Marvel movie in chronological order and release order
- Damian Wayne is my favorite Wayne
- I have a kitty named Croissant and a dog named Apollo
- My favorite musician is Conan Gray
- I enjoyed Olivia's new album so damn much, AOTY??
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The concept of Sirius and Regulus being such a tiny amount of Veela, it doesn't really affect anyone. Except for their true loves, which happen to be Remus and James.
Because it's such a small amount, it affects the boys differently.
For Remus, it's a need. He needs to be with Sirius. If it was up to him, they'd never be apart.
For James, it's closer to emptiness. When Regulus isn't around he feels alone, even in a room with hundreds.
Eventually, James and Regulus break up. But he can't shake the emptiness, he fills the hole with Lily, then Harry.
The first time the pit left his heart was the day Regulus died. Of course, he didn't know that. He just thought he finally loved Lily the way he was supposed to.
Sirius and Remus last longer, until Sirius is arrested. Remus shatters, in that.. hidden, inside way he always did.
When they finally reunite, the ache leaves his body, a smile on his lips for the first time in a decade.
Just to watch his one die.
Remus asks Fleur one day, about the connection. A part of him is praying he only felt that way because Sirius was a Veela.
“Winnie! Winnie, no!” He whisper-shouted, running after the swift little girl. Her giggles filled the air, adding a soft melody to the beat of her pattering feet.
“Mummy!” Win called out, wearing her pale night gown. She had Regulus’s dark curls and sharp jaw, yet none of his cold persona or familia trauma, you’d made damn sure of that.
Winifred had been.. a happy accident, yet you and Regulus couldn’t be prouder of your sweet girl. Now she was all of four, tiny for her age but making up for it in intelligence.
Regulus had been fighting the girl to let you sleep. Today was your fifth year wedding anniversary, though the two of you had been together for eight years. “Win, I’m pleading with you, let her rest.”
She pouted, crossing her arms, “I miss Mummy..”
James was coming over in an hour, Winnie and Harry were going to have a play date while Regulus gave you the perfect day.
“Oh, I know you do.” The father scooped her up, “But she does so much for us, she deserves a break.”
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You had been freaking out, you hadn’t.. exactly found the time to buy Regulus anything, not while maintaining the manor and caring for a four year old.
“Mars, I’m screwed!” You whispered into your landline phone, twirling the wire around your finger. You sat on your plush comforter, wearing your dark silk robe.
Marlene let out a soft laugh, “You will be fine, y/n, he probably has an elaborate plan knowing Reg! Just.. go along with it.”
“Thats the problem, he always.. goes all out on every single event! Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries..” You sigh, sipping on a glass of water.
The door opened, Regulus stepping inside, “Beautiful..”
You smile, “I’ll talk to you later, Mar.”
A pit opened in your stomach. The man was.. amazing. He constantly showed his love for you.. yet you couldn’t do something as simple as buy him a gift?
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James was late, very late. Regulus must’ve sent him thirty texts, all of which he’d gotten no response to. It wasn’t unlike Potter to be late, but it couldn’t be at a worse time.
The father had just intended on closing his eyes for one second.. eventually he’d fallen asleep. He deserved it after chasing Winifred all day!
After a few restful moments.. he heard her squeals, immediately jumping off the couch and running into your master bedroom.
Winnie was curled against your legs, plump lips parted while she slept. You stroked her hair, listening to her soft snores. “She’s okay.” You whisper, giving your sweet husband a smile.
Regulus sighed, finding his spot right next to her. His chin found a spot on your stomach, pressing tiny kisses there. “I had it all planned out.. James was supposed to get her and we were going to have some nice wine, maybe even kiss a little.”
Your fingers run through his thick curls, “I know.. I couldn’t figure out a gift. You are shockingly hard to shop for.” A laugh leaves your lips, the same one Regulus loves.
He closed his eyes, “Somehow.. this is better than any gift.. I love you, y/n, more than any object."
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A/N: this was a quickly written one, I like to imagine reg would be an amazing girl dad
"Atticus." Scout called out, giving her father a tight hug. Her hair was all shaggy, probably because she'd cut it with a razor in her bathroom.
He let out a tired sigh, "Don't start... I'm fine, sweetheart."
"You were married for fourty years, you don't lose your wife and feel fine." Jem retorted, crossing his arms and standing awkwardly to the side.
Y/N's funeral came and went.. Atticus maintained his 'fine' façade. Jem and Scout had taken to packing her things into three boxes; one for donation, one for trash, and one to keep.
Scout grabbed a journal, the cover made of leather, "What's this?"
Jem shrugged, "It's probably junk."
She rolled her eyes at her brother's assholery, deciding to open it in spite.
The opening page had her handwriting, smooth against the yellowed pages.
Property of Y/N and Atticus Finch - To Jeremy Atticus and Jean Louise, Jem and Scout
Her brow scrunched, flipping through the book, "It's her journal.." Jem came to her side, reading with her.
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If your reading this, one of you must've married or I'm gone. Hopefully, the first.
I love you, deeply, both of you. Enjoy.
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The next page was a little watercolor of young Atticus. His dark hair lacked his grays, all messy.
"He looks so..." Scout whispered.
Jem sighed, letting her place her head on his shoulder, "Calm, he looks calm. Always was around her."
The drawing showed him in a white button up and slacks, sat on a picnic blanket near a lake.
First date - written in his handwriting.
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A few pages later, she'd described their wedding. A patch of her dress was pressed into the pages, next to a flower from her bouqet.
A little sketch under, Atticus standing beneath an alter. A smile was on his lips, hair slicked back.
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By the time they'd reached Jem's birth, Scout was crying. Tears filled Jem's eyes around their twentieth anniversary celebration.
The last page had two letters, one dedicated to Jem, the other to Scout.
I found the person of my dreams, I beg the two of you will have the same.
I live for your happiness. Be smart and true to yourselves, though it's hard not be when you are both such big personalities.
"Is that her book?" Atticus called out, startling his children. "She always wanted one of you to have it."
His face fought against his mind, tears filling his eyes. "Atticus." Scout whispered, standing and hugging him.
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A/N: I used to write a lot, I decided recently to try dipping my toe back in. Hopefully this isn't terrible.
the movie showing how jean can feel whatever her “host” is feeling can only mean that during all those excruciating hours that peter was on the surgical table and she was the only thing keeping him alive, she very probably felt everything—every needle, every stitch, every poke and prod. and yet she stayed because peter promised her she wouldn’t be alone anymore, so she’s sure as hell gonna make sure he won’t be either.
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