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[thatpollguy]

How is your relationship with your biological father?

We have a strong relationship and rarely argue

We get on reasonably well

It can be hit or miss

We argue most of the time

We hardly ever talk, and when we do, it's fractious

I don't talk to my father now, we no longer have a relationship

My biological father passed away but we used to get on well

My biological father passed away but we didn't used to get on well

I never met my biological father

Voting ended onNov 30, 2025

[wtfhascanadabecome]

If you're advocating for minors to access abortions without parental/guardian knowledge, you're complicit in covering up felony level criminal acts against children and why you're advocating for that really needs to be questioned.

[angelofalls]

A Day with Pops, from my memory as a puppy. (This is the only time y'all can see how my father's sona looks. Only in this form! 😆 )

[vxcane4]

you probably can see that I didn't sleep today

[missingabuttonortwo]

Parent

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic word count: 504

Regulus was making his evening prefect rounds when he heard it; the clatter of something metal being dropped and unfortunately familiar voices. He turned the corner and came nearly nose to nose with James.

“Regulus! Oh thank Merlin, I knew someone was coming. Best to be you.” James whispered hurriedly, peeking over Regulus’ shoulder to ensure it was just him approaching then returning to help Sirius pick up a large, almost cauldron sized, metal bowl. Remus and Peter stood behind them, the former shaking his head and holding two brown fabric bags that Regulus recognized from slughorn’s potion material stocks, while Peter stood frozen still with his hands behind his back, as if Regulus couldn’t see him if he didn’t move.

“I am a prefect, James, this still isn’t good for you. What are you all doing out of your dorms? What’s that for?” Regulus hissed but James just grinned.

“I don’t know, Reg, I like my chances with you better than with Minnie. Don’t worry about it just- you didn’t see us, okay?” Then he actually winked, Sirius rolling his eyes and fake gagging at his implications, and together they lifted the bronze colored bowl and started walking away down the hallway. Remus gave him a nod, Regulus really shouldn’t be surprised he was involved, he was probably the mastermind behind this whole thing, and Peter still refused to make eye contact as he shuffled after his friends.

“I should report you!” Regulus whisper-yelled, after them, crossing his arms and huffing to himself now as he watched them round another corner, James offering only a blown kiss over his shoulder before they disappeared. 

Not a minute later Regulus heard the distinct sound of footsteps behind him and turned to see McGonagall striding up the hallway.

“Mister Black,” she acknowledged him, “finishing your rounds?” Regulus smirked.

“Actually, professor, I did see some shifty individuals stalking the halls.” She stopped in front of him and raised an eyebrow knowingly. 

“And you did not return them to their dorms?” Regulus gave an elegant shrug.

“I didn’t want to interfere. They seemed entirely too untrustworthy for a student to handle.” He was pushing his luck and he knew it, admitting he saw students out of bed and didn’t apprehend them, but he trusted McGonagall to know exactly who he was talking about. “They disappeared down that corridor.” He pointed to it. “I’m sure you could find them, if you wouldn’t mind. This really is a job for a professor.” McGonagall nodded, an exhausted but familiar look on her face.

“Very well then. But if you aren’t fulfilling your prefect duties you should see yourself to bed, Mr. Black.” He nodded politely then watched her continue down the corridor before turning back towards the dungeons. He would go to bed happily; he was tired, after all, and without an ounce of guilt over ruining whatever Gryffindor plot those four had cooked up. Someone in this castle had to parent his boyfriend, and it wasn’t going to be him.

[deerdollyy]

i love your writing oh my gosh 😭😭 can you please write sevika and reader have a newborn that cries all the time and reader gets very stressed but sevika is always there to comfort her and keep the baby calm, giving the reader time to relax

Thank you!! 🩷🫶🏻🌿

Wife!Sevika x Reader - Baby Blues

Summary: A colicky newborn leaves you exhausted and overwhelmed, but Sevika is always there, soothing the baby and taking care of the two people she loves most.

The apartment had not been quiet for more than twenty minutes in three weeks.

The baby cried through feedings, through baths, through rocking and pacing and soft lullabies whispered at three in the morning. Sometimes she cried so hard her tiny face turned red, little fists clenched against her chest while you stood there feeling helpless.

Tonight was worse.

You sat on the couch with tears burning behind your eyes while the baby screamed against your shoulder, exhaustion pressing so heavily into your bones it almost hurt to breathe.

“I don’t know what she wants,” you whispered shakily. “I’ve tried everything.”

Sevika crossed the room immediately.

“Hey.” Her voice stayed low and steady, grounding. “C’mere.”

You barely had time to protest before she carefully lifted the baby from your arms. Somehow, the second Sevika held her, the crying softened from frantic screaming to upset hiccups.

You stared at them both in disbelief.

“How do you do that?”

Sevika snorted softly, already bouncing the baby against her chest with practiced ease. “Got lucky, I guess.”

But it wasn’t luck.

You watched her pace slowly around the apartment, broad hand rubbing tiny circles over the baby’s back while she murmured nonsense under her breath. Her mechanical arm warmed bottles perfectly. She could swaddle faster than anyone. She somehow knew the difference between hungry cries and tired cries and the cries that just meant the baby wanted to be held.

And somehow, no matter how exhausted she was, she never lost patience with either of you.

“She likes you better,” you mumbled miserably.

Sevika stopped immediately.

Her expression softened so fast it made your chest ache.

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

“She loves you, sweetheart,” Sevika said firmly. “You carried her for months. She knows your voice better than anyone’s.”

The baby had finally settled enough to rest against Sevika’s shoulder, little breaths evening out.

Sevika looked between both of you like her heart physically belonged to you.

“You’re doing amazing,” she continued quietly. “This kid cries at the wind changing direction. That’s not your fault.”

A watery laugh escaped you despite yourself.

Sevika’s mouth twitched upward, pleased she’d managed it.

“Go take a shower, honey,” she said gently. “Or sleep. Or stare at a wall for an hour. I got her.”

“You need rest too.”

“Nah.” She shifted the baby higher against her chest carefully. “I’m busy being the favourite parent.”

You rolled your eyes, but Sevika caught the tiny smile that followed.

That smile alone seemed worth everything to her.

Later, after the baby had finally fallen asleep against Sevika’s chest, you found her sitting in the dim light of the nursery just staring at both of you with something unbearably soft in her eyes.

“What?” you whispered.

Sevika shook her head slowly.

“Just…” Her thumb brushed carefully over the baby’s tiny hand. “Can’t believe I got this lucky.”

You leaned against her shoulder quietly while she pressed a kiss against your forehead without taking her eyes off your daughter.

The apartment was still messy. You were both exhausted beyond belief. The baby would probably wake up crying again within the hour.

But wrapped up beside Sevika with your newborn asleep against her chest, it somehow felt manageable. Like maybe the two of you could survive anything together.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Parent

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic May 23, Word count 480

Regulus loved Herbology. Once they knew what they were doing, it tended to be quite quiet in the greenhouses, especially at N.E.W.T. level. Only serious Herbologists took Herbology at N.E.W.T. level. He was taking clippings from a Dittany plant. The parent plant was blooming nicely, but the hospital wing and potions classroom were constantly low on the useful plant, so Regulus was busy finding ways to establish a new colony of plants so they’d never run out again. 

He chose only the best sections to transplant, and so far, so good, that was until James Potter appeared to ask Professor Sprout something and knocked one of his pots off the potting table. 

His hand was on his wand before Potter could open his mouth to apologise, but as Professor Sprout was watching them, he thought better of cursing the twat. 

“Oh, shit, sorry, Reg,” James apologised, quickly mending the pot and returning its contents with a flick of his wand. The mended pot sailed back onto the potting bench as though it had never fallen in the first place. 

“Do be careful, Mr Potter,” Professor Sprout scolded him fondly. 

“Sorry, Professor,” James apologised again. “Professor, I was wondering if you had any dittany? There’s none in the student stores, and I need it for the potion I’m brewing.”

“You’ll have to ask, Mr Black, here. He’s in charge of the dittany.”

James turned a hopeful face towards Regulus. 

“No,” Regulus said plainly, turning away to tend to his precious plants. 

“Please, I really need to finish this potion tonight. It’s for…” 

Whoever it was for, Regulus didn’t find out because James clammed up and looked around nervously, but Regulus was sure he knew who the recipient of the potion was. 

“Full moon tonight,” he said, not looking at James. 

“Er, is it?” James answered, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. 

“Mmm,” Regulus hummed as he stroked a finger down one of the leaves of the dittany plant he’d just potted. 

He held the pot out to James. “Here. As long as you don’t take all the leaves, the plant should thrive, and you’ll have a constant supply of dittany.”

“Oh, thank you, Regulus, thank you!” And then James Potter pulled him into his arms and hugged him.

“Yes, all right, let me go,” he shoved against James’s incredibly hard chest. 

“I owe you one,” James said, taking the plant pot and turning to leave. 

“You can owe me by never hugging me again!” Regulus called after him. James looked over his shoulder and winked. Regulus had no idea what that wink meant, but he had a funny feeling it didn’t mean that James Potter was going to stop hugging him. “I need to figure out how to make a cloak out of devil’s snare,” he muttered as he went back to potting his clippings.