I read one of your fanfics and I literally screamed when I read "Nepharis" and I was like ?? When did we learn his name ?? And then I realize you named him. So this is canon until it isn't.
Oh yes! I read a drabble about Rhys’s father (and mother) and his name wasn’t Nepharis and it took me reading the entire thing to realize that this was about his father. Nepharis is a word play on Nefarious and I think it really fits for the late High Lord of the Night Court
“Knew!” shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. “Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that-that school - and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was - a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!”
She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years.
Teddy, James, Albus, and Lily hearing this over time and just thinking of their father at home cause:
-Harry once tried to convince them that if he grew a beard he would be more modern (which resulted in his normal stubble but with god awful hair patches)
-Harry had a worn out shirt he would wear all the time and whenever it got into the wash he would do laundry, chore chart be damned
-Harry getting them the merchandise with his face and trying to convince them that he is ALWAYS WATCHING
-Harry trying to set up a date with Ginny but forgetting to call a babysitter so he brings the kids with them (and date night at a fancy restaurant turns into date night at the park with over-fried food and lots of mud in the house)
-Harry trying to convince his kids to make a secret hand shake with them
-Harry and Uncle Ron falling asleep in the living room 5 minutes into the television program
-Harry bringing up he died a few times when they complain about chores.
“When I was your age a murderer had escaped from Azkaban and trying to finish me off cause I did Voldemort in.”
“Arn’t I named after that murderer?”
-Harry wearing Ginny’s Quiditch shirt (despite it being to small)
“I love the support dear, I do, but can you not stretch my shirt?”
“…it won’t come off.”
-Harry trying to do yoga
-Harry coming down every morning with a big grin on his face because he loves his kids so much and would obnoxious kiss them all on the cheeks
-Harry making faces in the mirror as he brushes his teeth (convincing the closest child it’s more effective)
(Celebrating when Albus starts doing it with him)
-Harry once showed Lily how to shave by shaving his own leg and walking around with one leg shaved despite complaints by older children and wife.
“If dying has taught me anything it’s to be yourself.”
“Oh my god Dad just stop wearing shorts.”
-Harry using him ‘dying’ as a reason to do anything really
Feel free to add more, but I’m 10000% convinced that Harry Potter is not the cool dad
Imagine if Jily were alive during Harry’s second year
Harry and Ron: *crash the Weasley’s car into the Whomping Willow*
THE NEXT DAY
Ron: *gets a howler*
RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER’S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT’S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE’LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! — Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud.
*awkward headshake by Ginny*
Harry: *gets a howler*
*Lily’s stern and angry voice* HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU PULL SUCH AN IDIOTIC STUNT! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN- *cut off by James’ even more louder, albeit excited as fuck voice* A FLYING CAR! YOU RODE A BLOODY FLYING CAR! I AM SO GONNA TALK WITH YOU ABOUT THIS! I AM SO HAPPY- HECK I AM SO BLOODY PROUD! A FLYING CAR! HOW’S- *cut off by an even more excited Sirius’ voice* MERLIN’S SAGGY PANTS! YOU ARE JUST THE PERFECT MARAUDER OFFSPRING AREN’T YA?! I AM PROUD TO BE YOUR GODFATHER! JUST YOU COME HOME! I’LL TEACH YOU- *cut off by Moony’s frustrated voice* Padfoot! Prongs! NO!
* occasional clapping and sounds of party poppers bursting in the background, obviously done by Wormtail*
Ron during the Feast: How come do you not get scolded! ;_;
Harry (smirking): It’s a Marauder thing.
McGonagall (who obviously hears that comment while passing the timetable): Trust me, Mr. Weasley. It’s truly a Marauder thing.
listen okay no les mis headcanon is ever, EVER gonna make me smile as much as the “leslie knope is enjolras’ mom” i dont care how cracky it sounds i dont give a shit i just want, a nice fic, where he brings grantaire home back to meet the parents and its full of LOVE and LAUGHTER because he was raised by leslie knope and ben wyatt okay?? like the minute they step thru that door enjolras is in his passionate Yelling About A Cause Mode™ discussing, grantaire isnt sure what because they keep yelling over each other, with his mother, and ben is summoned by the sound of his SON and his WIFE debating,,, something about the senate, he doesn’t know either, but he’s like oh hey hi, hi you must be grantaire, enjolras, enjolras, ENJOLRAS, care to introduce us, and enjolras is blushing and hes like, oh my god yeah grantaire this is my mother leslie and my father ben, guys this is grantaire, hes great and i love him, and im JUST VERY EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS
This is Aleksander Ovechkin. Aka Alex Ovechkin. Aka Ovi. Aka My Dad. Aka The Russian Machine. He is from Russia and is 31. His number is 8 for everything. Gr8. The Great 8. He is Captain for the Washington Capitals and most recently the Russian national team.
He is a Gr8 leader but everyone thinks he’s really selfish but he’s not. His brother died when he was young and on Ovi’s gloves he has his brother’s name on them because he got ovi into hockey. He has a lot of heart and cares for his team a lot. He does some weird crazy shit that could be on jackass and he’s just generally known for being weird but he like plowed his neighbors’ driveways during the Snowpocaplypse Spring 2k16 and gives the cars he gets in giveaways to families in need.
He recently got married to a Russian model who is prettier than I could ever hope to be. He supposedly has a huge rivalry with Crosby but they actually really respect each other and don’t hate each other at all like the media portrays. His team bromance/boyfriend is Nicklas Backstrom and during the lockout a few years back, got Nicky to come to Russia and co captain Ovi’s team with him when Nicky is from Sweden
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker
Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence.
Word count for this chapter: 1,759 (IM SORRY)
Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.
“Why are you looking at me like that, dear?” Your father asked, his face bearing confusion.
“Oh, do excuse me father, I was.. day dreaming… may I be excused from the dinner table?” Your father gave you a curt nod as you exited the dining hall. Your father was a Governor, therefore you lived in a luxury house, big enough to fit a whole crew of men, you could wonder the premises for hours, but growing up doing just that deemed you bored, trapped even.
Living in Port Royal gave you barely any benefits, indeed, there were beautiful landscapes to be painted, warm sand beaches to be walked upon, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to explore further than the village fences, the harbor docks, into the sea that waved at you, tempting you to come closer, closer. You would give anything to be set free of the corsets and the courtship, to be free to roam the ocean as you please, discovering new places and the thrill of being a…nevermind.
You had heard stories of countless pirates, Captain Tony Stark of the Mighty Veronica, a large ship painted crimson and gold, with white sails and cannons filled with such powerful gunpowder one hit from a three barrel could split another vessel in half. From Captain Rogers, an ex-commodore, to Captain Romanoff with co-Captain Barton, better known as the Hawkeye of the seas due to his skills as a perfect shot with a pistol, you had heard extraordinary things from the men that survived on.
As a little girl, you were brought up by the maids in the household as your mother had died during childbirth. You barely left the god-forsaken island, it was very rare to go on even a short voyage with your father and his men, ’having a woman on board is bad luck.’ and only to return empty handed and deprived of proper contact with the outside world.
You were sheltered and innocent, men of the guard pined after for you since you grew a bust and shed your baby fat, you understood the means of their stares after you asked your chambermaid, Marie, what it meant to be a ‘tight little virgin’ as the men would whisper amongst themselves as you walked by. You knew very well what a kiss was, in fact, you had had a kiss indeed, your dear childhood friend Peter Parker had bestowed a secret kiss upon you on your 16th birthday, underneath the main dock, though there was no 'spark’ on your end, therefore you had to tell him that his feelings were unrequited, he never stopped being your friend, though.
You came to know Peter after you had saved his life, he had been thrown overboard from the ship he had been sailing on, alongside his father, had been blown up from the below deck gunpowder barrels.
“Father, look, a boy!” You had gasped, your father had rushed to your side and bellowed man overboard, a team of men upon the vessel had reeled him in and left him under your charge.
He was handsome, to say the least, as your hand brushed his forehead, he grabbed your wrist-
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’m watching over you.” You spoke in a hushed tone.
The boy had coughed out a spluttered 'Peter Parker’ before falling unconscious once more.
Bucky Barnes was many things, wealthy, handsome, 'built like god himself’ as some women would say as he swaggered past them in the night, also a skilled thief nonetheless. But he was a shell of a man, plagued by the things he witnessed whilst sailing the doldrums of the ocean. As he moored his ship by the docks of Port Royal he briefly tipped the manager and his assistant a shilling each to keep their mouths shut about him and his men, and that his name was Captain William Pintel, he had ordered his crew to change the sails to white before they got anywhere near the border of the island the sails to white so they could conceal their identities.
He had come to trade, to drink, and maybe get a little bit of action for the night before being on his way to Haiti. He was a wanted man, he had liberated slaves when he was not supposed to, and that resulted in him becoming branded a pirate. The brand grew on him, and he became exactly what he was called, he had grown tired of trying to be the perfect man of the sea and broke the code instead, he sought trouble wherever he went and that was his way of living.
Though Port Royal was not a large area, it was densely populated and it was guarded heavily, with men walking around the village with their guns and bayonets. Bucky had his head hung low as he made his way through the crowds with one of his men, Sam, a man of colour whom Bucky had freed alongside the rest of the slaves.
He needed a sword.
You looked out of your window to see a dark ship rolling towards Port Royal, you could see the white sails calling to you at your bedroom window. The temptation to leave everything behind was screaming at you, beckoning you to go, liberty was practically screaming your name, bobbing up and down, you needed a disguise, you couldn’t board that bloody ship wearing a dress like this, it would blow your cover.
You had hastily run to your kitchen and fetched a satchel and filled it with essentials. you escaped out of your household in seconds towards the blacksmiths, where Peter should be. As you neared the large wooden doors of the building, you peaked through the gap and saw nothing, heard nothing, even. So you pushed open the door, he wasn’t there, you checked in the back room where he stayed; nothing, you rummaged through a small crate and found a pair of trousers and a shirt, you slipped off your dress and underclothes and shoved them under the bed, freeing your hair from its pins and letting it fall loosely on your shoulders and changed into the borrowed clothing..
You left the room feeling a little lighter, but a weight fell onto your shoulders as you realized you needed to tell Peter where you were going, being your best friend, he deserved to know, he didn’t deserve to worry. You grabbed a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink and a quill.
I’m sorry but by the time you read this I will be gone, I’m boarding a ship at the dock and never returning, I plan to find a new life, to branch out and roam the world to no end. I hate to leave you behind, I love you very much- the ship is black with white sails, it has a red star on the side also, if you ever need to find me, look for it.
All my love,
P.s. Please, don’t tell my father.
You could heard the door begin to open and you legged it to the back door, you didn’t know who it was but you prayed to the gods it wasn’t Peter, it was too soon, and it was easy for him to spot you in a crowd, he would catch you instantly, so you ran.
Bucky sauntered into the deserted blacksmiths, he peaked around to see if anyone was in there, but it was silent, he could smell the burnt out coal and could tell it had been deserted for hours, though, he came across a freshly written letter and noticed that his ship was mentioned in said letter. He was aware he was a wanted man, what if this was a trap? What if the company knew he was here? Breadcrumbs, you had accidentally left the first, so he took the affects he needed and ran towards his ship.
A girl upon my ship, this should be interesting… Bucky thought to himself.
As he arrived to the dock he could see the red faced manager run to him, “Captain Pintel!! A girl… has boarded… your ship… Sir!!” He huffed, Bucky pushed him aside and climbed onto his vessel, making sure he was as silent as a mouse.
He looked everywhere, and there was no sign of a girl. None of his crew saw a tresspasser, and begin to move the ship out of the dock on captain’s orders.
You tried to still your breathing as you saw the handsome man search upon his ship for the intruder, you were hiding behind a rum barrell as he neared. You could hear his footsteps come to a halt, thinking he had given up, then you felt yourself being yanked up by the collar of your shirt, being pushed again the wall of the ship. His large hand came up and his fingers wrapped around your throat as the other rested against the sword handle on his belt all you could do was stand there.
He was strong, you dared not to move an inch incase he added pressure to the hand on your throat. You mapped his features; dark hair, full lips, tantalizing blue eyes, you realied who this man was, it was Captain James Barnes, the most wanted man on the map, you knew this because you heard stories around the village, from men and women alike.
“Well, well, well, what pretty little thing do we have here?” He smirked, bringing a finger to tease one of your locks, “what’s your name, doll?”
“Y/N Y/L/N, s-sir.” You spluttered, you brought your hands up to try and pry his one off your throat.
“Uh-oh.. the Governor’s daughter, hm? Tsk tsk, oh darling, you’re in for a- you shouldn’t dig your nails into my skin, sweetheart, I saw your little letter in the blacksmiths and I won’t hesitate to take you back sweetheart, or maybe… dump you in the middle of the ocean?” He inhaled and tightened his grip around your throat, and narrowed the proximity between both your faces.
“Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad, if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…
“Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…”
A/N SOOOO that was the first chapter i hope you like it if people want me to continue im gonna need hella motivation!