the joys of raising five boys

The Joys of Raising Five Boys (6/6)

Title: The Joys of Raising Five Boys (Part Ray)

Rating: T

Previous Parts: Part 1 (Geoff),Part 2(Ryan) Part 3(Michael),Part 4(Jack),Part 5 (Gavin)

Notes: All the thanks in the world to PossiblyMichaelJones for betaing, CaffeineAssassin and Silivarius for all the kind words after each chapter, and anyone who bothered reading all six parts as though it was actually good writing xD

Summary: OR the one where Achievement Hunter is actually a family of five boys raised by Geoff Ramsey (The chapter where Ray colors some ponies and Mario Kart gets played)

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your royal highness // prince hemmings pt. 5

pairing: prince hemmings + reader

word count: 1.4k

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

(a/n): I’ve haven’t updated this fic in a long time sorry for that. but hopefully this will be worth the wait! enjoy! x

if a person saw him in his current state, you couldn’t have recognized him to be a prince. The blue eyed man had found a place in a small village with his beloved fiancé. They had told the village that they had recently moved from another kingdom in search of a new beginning- which they weren’t lying. Luke was planning to marry her in the upcoming days, he was just trying to build the perfect wedding for him and his girl.

Meanwhile back home, there wasn’t a day back home where King Andrew sent the guards to search for his son. His anger had died down, and the king ached for the chance to get his beloved son back. The king had also taken the drastic decision of calling off Luke’s wedding with Princess Helen. She was very unhappy until Luke’s father had given her over hundreds of precious and rare jewels.

Y/N couldn’t believe how things somehow came into place. Now Luke wasn’t known as “Prince Hemmings” or called “Your Royal Highness.” It was just Luke. Luke’s sapphire eyes seemed brighter and happier ever since he had left his throne behind. He was now free of the restraints that pulled him back.


Shrieks of joy echoed through the field as the little boy had finally succeeded in hitting the bullseye with his bow and arrows.

“Luke! I did it!” The toddler squealed looking into Luke’s bright blue eyes in admiration. The tall blonde crouched down to ruffle the boy’s hair with a large grin on his face.

“I saw that! Great job buddy!” Luke raised his hand to give him a high five. The winter months had finally passed by and now summer was fast approaching which resulted in his skin to become tanner than ever. Luke could now roam around wearing whatever he wanted- he would never dare to wear the ripped shirts and pants in the confines of the castle or in front of his parents.

The little boy’s mother had walked over to the two with a basket in her hands and a small smile on her face.

“Thank you for handling Arthur for me. Luke you’ve been such huge help.” She thanked him.

“Not a problem. With just a little more practice, I bet Arthur could beat anyone at archery- even me!” Luke beamed, laughing when he saw Arthur’s awestruck face.

After a few moments the woman pursed her lips and began to speak. “Y/N hasn’t been feeling well for the past few days. Is she doing fine? I made a little something for you guys,” she gave the basket containing various pastries to Luke.

His pink lips turned into a frown and his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He hadn’t really noticed Y/N act differently around him and the brown haired girl didn’t Luke anything about it.

“Thank you. I’ll see you guys around.”  


Y/N couldn’t control her thoughts. A thousand different scenarios were flowing through her anxious mind; she didn’t want any one of them to be true. Her hands protectively rested on her stomach as she took a deep breath, not knowing how she had ended up with Luke. Brown eyes peered at every single detail of the blue water that flowed serenely at her finger tips.

“Please don’t let it be true.” She mumbled herself, biting down on her lip trying to hold back her tears.

Luke walked to the small cottage he had gotten for rent; it wasn’t the biggest nor the smallest. It had been perfect for the blond and Y/N, it had everything they need including a backyard with the incredible view of a small, yet pristine lake. The summer months had brought its heat with it, so Y/N and Luke had used the lake to their advantage (if you know what this is lead to).

Opening the door to the cottage, Luke took off his shoes and placed them next to fireplace. He hastily stored the basket of pastries on a kitchen counter before stumbling into his shared bedroom to find his girl laying on the bed.

“Y/N?” His raspy voice called out into the room. “Are you feeling okay, princess?”

Luke had loved calling her “princess.” He thought it fit her because she deserved the world and Luke knew that Y/N secretly loved when he called her that. One day, Luke would be able to call her his “Queen” - if the time was the come.
His long legs dangled off of the side of the bed as he ran his calloused fingers through her soft hair. Her eyes sleepily fluttered open to meet the bright, sapphire eyes she had loved since the day that they met. She reached out to intertwine their fingers together.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about my experience in Sheffield.

And I think the biggest thing I took away from it all was that this was my One Direction.

I was lucky enough to go to the shows on both the 30th and 31st. Different feelings belonging to both nights. Going to the gig on the 30th allowed me to experience the one on the 31st exactly as I wanted to. Just focused on being in that time and place, not taking many photos or videos as I had at other gigs, or during the night before, as much as I enjoy doing that. As a veteran of many concerts, it’s almost second nature for me to document those times, without even thinking about it, but I, like many others I think, on the night of the 31st, felt like we were about to experience something different from those other gigs, and just wanted to take a breath and be present within it all.

I’d already been to see the tour in London and had met up with and connected with fellow fans and with members of Rainbow Direction there, which made me feel happy with anticipation and at ease at the planned fan meet-up on the 31st. We met, our little motley crew, for a late lunch and pre-show drinks, chatting easily, tight hugs for those who had met before, ready smiles and ears for those making new acquaintance, exchanging stories (I’d been lucky enough to get a selfie with SBB the night before, which is tale that I happily regaled, amongst others), and soon enough we were sharing urls, and despite what some people may think, not really talking very much about ships, beyond some general discourse about the press treatment of certain situations, and consequently, treatment of the fans, both inside and outside the fandom, with us all by and large mostly poking fun at ourselves and at much of what goes on around us, as we’re often wont to do, knowing that not many people would get exactly why such a diverse group of people found themselves together on a late autumn night in a small city in northern England, having travelled from far and wide to be there. We were sharing this day, and we were sharing our moments.

And I felt so safe doing that.

Because there’s a shorthand that comes from finding and being within a group of people who understand you without you having to say very much at all. We talk a lot about safe spaces, but I think a lot of people underestimate what that means and how very important it is. It just becomes words, too often misused. Words that some people find it easy perhaps to dismiss, or sneer at, or to misunderstand how much it means to the people who need them. But that group of people made me feel safe. And so often in my life I don’t feel safe, or like I can truly be myself, or perhaps understood just as myself, but on this night I did. I really did.

We decorated each other with rainbows, surely to the bemusement of those regular pub goers who probably didn’t know quite what to make of us, took our pictures, and exchanged final hugs and smiles before heading off to our respective seats right across the arena. One trip to check in with the bears later and I was in my seat mere rows from the stage for the second night in a row, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky to be there at a time when I so very much needed it. The whole show was at turns thrumming with energy, just that little difference in the air from those that had gone before, jokes and smiles with family and with us, mixed in with the feeling of a very long day coming to an end. Just this era of One Direction. All of us knowing that we and they would be moving forward into a new place, whatever is to come in the future. Not bad, just different.

I had already started to feel the lump in the back of my throat during WMYB. Something about the song that brought them to the worlds notice, a song that they and we often joke about being so sick of hearing, and yet it was those few notes, cracked voices and well worn melody, that had my throat beginning to close up. Act My Age, in its turn, had made me smile so much, Liam having such fun with his Dad, and all of them and us, caught up in the joy of it all. By the time Niall started talking about his love for the boys, tears had formed in my eyes, and by the time they all hugged together I was full on crying, and hugging Nicole, who had given me her spare ticket, allowing me to be there in the first place, and I was just so grateful to be there for that night and for that moment. It was enough. The boys were together and so were we, and nothing else mattered. My heart felt a little pang for Zayn, because it always will, but I thought of him just then, and of the last time I’d seen them all hug together onstage, that last night at Wembley Stadium, and I remembered. All of the good times. Us and them.

And then it happened. I wasn’t even conscious of taking pictures at that point. I idly had my phone in my hand to capture a few snaps here and there when the lighting interested me, and this particular one I just took without even more than glancing at it as my eyes were riveted to the stage and the love playing out in front of us. Just a snapshot of a moment of existence. Just a moment before a moment. My eyes were fixed on Louis’ face because I could see it so clearly, the simple lift of his shoulders, the play of emotions across his features, and just like that I knew it was going to happen, and it was going to be fine, just as I think so many of us did in that fingersnap of a moment. Liam was talking, and heartbeats were raised at the hugs they were all exchanging, but my focus remained on Louis and for a few seconds it felt like everything slowed down, a cliché indeed, but it did. The noise all faded into the background and it just felt wonderfully calm.

The hug was like a stitch in the fabric of time.

It took me back to all the things that drew me here in the first place, began on a long ago night watching The X Factor. The bright smiles and hopes of five boys, and the joy of watching the men that they became. The songs that made me hum along long after I’d forgotten how to sing, and just the something, the something, that made me look twice at the lives of strangers, and in turn find new friends that I needed more than I knew.

I had mentioned to one such newly made friend in our group earlier that day, that I often feel a disconnect with One Direction when I hear someone else mention them in public, see a newspaper headline, hear a song on the radio, or see someone wearing a t-shirt. It feels like they’re fans of a different band entirely. And in a way they are. Everyone experiences fandom differently, taking and giving to it as they need to, but it can be disconcerting to realise how many people simply experience 1D as the brand, not the band, and even less, as the people who make up the band. Not that I fool myself that any of us know the boys better than anyone else. They remain strangers to us all, because we still only see glimpses of their lives, no matter how much we think otherwise. The difference is, I hope, that we just happen to realise that there is more to them than what we see and what we’re shown. And we’re here for all that and the in-between.

So Louis and Harry hugged. And in that moment, in the wash of emotion that followed, we were together and so were they. The sheer volume of noise and joy that ran through that arena was unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced, as we held to each other and to all the love around us. It was just a hug. And to some people, in those thousands there, and beyond, it may have meant nothing. But to me, and to so many others there that night, it meant everything. Those who were there will know what I mean, and those who weren’t, I hope you will understand that I felt like you were there with us. We’re more than one night, one moment, or one hug in the face of fandom fractures and malicious media reports. We’re like a tapestry, threads of measure pulled together, worn and faded in parts, but still a kind of art, our colours melded, made stronger by the way we’re woven together.

To the Sheffield Survivors Club, I’ll never forget you, the tearful hugs and rum-laced toasts we shared in that little pub afterwards will stay with me forever, (as will how cheap our breakfast was the next morning). And to the boys, thank you for just being you. This is not the end.

This was my One Direction.

That moment, that hug, that was theirs, a hug made up of the road that brought them there. But the love we felt in that moment, all of us, of whispered breaths and shouted emotions, in those handful of beautiful seconds, that was ours. Because we’re all on a road too, but more than anything in that moment, I felt like I wasn’t on it alone. Perhaps I never was.

Ten for a bird you must not miss

There’s an old nursery rhyme, about birds and fortune and luck. It goes something like this.


Magpies perch in the branches overhead. They sit there and watch Vex fletch arrows, heads cocked as if they’re considering swooping down and stealing her feathers, and Vex keeps half an eye on them as she works, because they’re thieves, magpies. Greedy bastards.

“Three for a funeral,” says Percy just behind her, and Vex would jump out of her skin if she hadn’t heard him trip on a root not ten seconds ago. She looks up at him, brows furrowed in confusion. Percy, busy staring up at the birds, doesn’t notice.


He spares her a glance, then tilts his chin up towards the magpies. There are indeed three of them, staring down silently with cocked heads and beady eyes.

“It’s an old nursery rhyme,” Percy says. “‘One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral, four for a birth.’”

Vex snorts. “That’s not how it goes.”

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The Joys of Raising Five Boys (5/6)

Title: The Joys of Raising Five Boys (Part Gavin)

Rating: T

Previous Parts:  Part 1 (Geoff),Part 2(Ryan) Part 3(Michael),Part 4(Jack)

Notes: Thanks to PossiblyMichaelJones for betaing and thanks for anyone who has bothered to read this far!

Summary: OR the one where Achievement Hunter is actually a family of five boys raised by Geoff Ramsey (The chapter where Dan makes you coo and brains are on the black market).

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Royal Blood - breaststroke-penguin

Years ago, in a far away country, a young Prince was born by the name of Nagisa. Being the only child of the King and Queen, the entire country was overjoyed. However, things became stained in blood when a neighbouring country attacked, starting a full blown war. Villages were decimated in a matter of days and the King and Queen heard of a threat from the rival kingdom. Assassins had been sent to kill the only heir to their throne, Nagisa. Worried, the two of them decided to make the most difficult decision any parent could make. They entrusted their only child, their love and joy, to someone else to take and raise as a normal person until he could defend himself. Watching the couple that worked for them leave with the young child, they saw the couple’s blood child turn and give a sad wave to the King and Queen.

Years later, upon the eve of Nagisa’s 17th birthday, Hiyori and Ryouta Tachibana, Nagisa’s adopted parents, were planning a party to celebrate. Makoto Tachibana, Nagisa’s older brother of five years, was busy trying to wake the sleeping birthday boy up. 22 year old Makoto walked up the stairs to his younger brother’s room, entering the room. He sighed at the state Nagisa was in. The younger male had twisted the blankets around and kicked most of the blanket off, his body sprawled out like a star as his mouth hung open, soft snores coming from his throat.

“Nagisa… I worry about you sometimes…” Makoto whispered to himself, walking to the bed and gently grasping the younger boy’s shoulder, giving it a shake.

“Nagisa, come on, it’s time to get up” Makoto coerced, a gentle smile on his face.

The Joys of Raising Five Boys (4/6)

Title: The Joys of Raising Five Boys (Part Jack)

Rating: T

Previous Parts:  Part 1 (Geoff),Part 2(Ryan) Part 3(Michael)

Notes: Thanks to PossiblyMichaelJones for betaing and double thanks to anyone who understands lamps. 

Summary: OR the one where Achievement Hunter is actually a family of five boys raised by Geoff Ramsey (The chapter that gets really shippy, involves an inside joke, and mentions of tiny boxing rings)

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