I feel like for the first few years of guardianship Darius and Hunter really struggle to figure out how to refer to each other.
Like it's easier for Hunter, he pretty quickly settles on "guardian" for explaining their relationship to other people and just referring to Darius by name when talking to the man himself. Overtime the phrasing gradually warms, becoming "foster parent" and eventually, once Hunter's already an adult old enough to move out, "Dad".
(Sidenote: he doesn't move out til he's in his mid to late twenties, bc he's under no obligation too, Darius low-key doesn't want him too, and the two of them want to make up for lost time in a sense, since Hunter only had 2 years of legal dependency on Darius before aging out of the system. Darius adopts Hunter retroactively as an adult)
Darius on the other hand has a real conundrum on his hands for those first few years. He has a lot of options! But "ward" is too formal and makes it sound like Darius picked him up off the street like after his parents were murdered, "apprentice/student" isn't really accurate considering the focus of Darius and Hunter's relationship has less to do with Hunter learning magic and more to do with Hunter being housed and fed. "Kid" and "foster son" are there...but...
Look, Darius isn't going to refer to Hunter more familiarly than Hunter refers to him! He's not gonna make it WEIRD. He's not a dad, because Hunter doesn't want/need him to be (and also parenthood is scary <3). Darius doesn't know the first thing about being a dad, despite how his friend group teases him.
Eda and Eberwolf are the two who are worst about it. They torture him with how 'fatherly' he's allegedly being (allegations Darius will DENY til his GRAVE!!!) And Eda specifically compares his journey to hers, saying it always starts off with you referring to them as your apprentice (again, Darius doesn't plan on doing that), as your roommate (...kinda weird in Darius' opinion? But okay Eda), or even your pet (????HELLO???). But eventually, they always become your dumb kid when you least expect it.
She's had a couple cups of appleblood by this point, but Darius knows on some level she's right and he's steadfastly ignoring that fact, even as Eber continues to refer to Hunter as his "cub" (kinda cute but Darius doesn't know how Hunter would feel being compared to an animal). The only people who are even remotely reasonable about all this (besides Lilith who's a bit disinterested in kid talk) is Raine and Alador, who both sort of neutrally, a bit awkwardly refer to Hunter as Darius' Boy.
Darius referring to Hunter as "my boy" is funnily enough what sticks the longest before it evolves to son boy. Hunter's crushing it at a derby match? Darius is whooping and cheering, yelling "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" At the other parents in the stands. Hunter is doing something dangerous or inadvisable where others can see him? "Darius, your boy-" "AHH! MY BOY". Hunter, a year into his stay with Darius finally comes clean about everything to do with him being a grimwalker, and is afraid that he's going to go back to seeing him as just an inferior replacement for Darius' beloved mentor? Darius (who has just had to process some of the most bonkers, emotionally heavy information in his life) gently, hesitantly puts a hand on his shoulder (the 'good' one Hunter doesn't mind people touching), and says that Hunter's much more than that. He's Darius' Boy and he's not going to kick him out or get angry or love him any less for things out of his control. It's good. They're good.
Like I said, it evolves over time and 'boy' becomes somewhat obsolete as the two get caught up in the joy of finally feeling able to explicitly refer to each other as family. But unlike "guardian" or "ward" the word never gets fully retired. Even when Hunter is 30 and is arguing that he's more of a man than a boy now, he is still getting referred to by Darius as "his boy", the way some parents never really stop calling their adult kids baby or kiddo (Camila and Eda respectively btw).
Hunter makes one of those corny matching shirt sets at some point for a father's Day gift when he's 17/18, where the two shirts say "if lost, return Boy to me" (Darius) and "I'm Boy" (Hunter). Hunter mostly did it so he could own a funny shirt that says "I'm boy". Darius openly weeps upon seeing them. Like Oh my Titan he's boy. He's my boy. Oh wow
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Harry Potter, the person who lived
This headcanon was requested by dezi.johnson24 on Instagram! So here it is; He/they, bi Harry with a preference to men.
Harry had always fancied boys. He’d known since he was six and one of the few boys in his year that didn’t bully him had tried to fix Harry’s hair. Their faces had been so close, his hands had been so gentle, and the way his nose scrunched up when the hair refused to stay in place made Harry’s stomach all fluttery. So he knew. When he saw that skinny, blond boy in Madam Malkin’s, he knew. That is, until the boy opened his mouth...
There were many cute boys around Hogwarts and Harry couldn’t help but see it. And it annoyed him. He had enough to think about, what with being the chosen one and all. But all these boys seemed to keep distracting him. And one boy, in particular, occupied his brain. No matter how much he tried to force the thoughts of the blond boy’s thin, pink lips on his out of his mind, there was no denying Harry had a crush on snouty, disgustingly rude Draco Malfoy.
It wasn’t until third year that Harry got his first crush on a girl. Harry had lived his entire life trying to accept the fact that he was gay and for a long time worked up the courage to eventually tell his friends. But then, the way Cho Chang leered at him as she’d outfly him so effortlessly made Harry all sweaty and nervous. There was no way he was gay.
Still, Harry found himself more drawn to the boys. The troubled boys, to be quite honest. He kept coming back to Draco. Harry hated him so fiercely, but at the same time, he wouldn’t mind being covered from top to bottom in his kisses. But nothing ever happened, and that was probably for the best.
Time went and he and Ginny became an item. It had surprised him greatly when he had realised that he was actually in love with her. He’d never loved a girl before. Only boys. And the fact it would be his best friend’s sister, of all people. But he really did love her. More than anything in the world. And she made him feel as though his luck was finally turning.
He was at peace with his sexuality now. He knew he was bisexual, and he was more than proud to be. He finally knew who he was. The boy who lived.
“The boy who lived”
That sentence had always cut like a dagger through him. And he only now started to realise that it wasn’t because of the overwhelming attention it gave him. Every time someone had referred to him as “a lucky boy” or “the most powerful man since Dumbledore” he had always felt uncomfortable. A man. Why did they always have to call him a man? Weren’t they all just people? Why couldn’t they just see him as a person? Just a person. Just Harry.
And Harry remembered something he had read in a muggle magazine when he last was in London. Something about pronouns. How loads of people actually don’t feel like a “him” or a “her” but maybe something in between, or something entirely different, or nothing at all. And Harry found some kind of comfort in that. It wasn’t just him, and he could just change how people talked to him. But was that enough? Harry had never really had a problem with people calling him “him”. But the way everyone saw him, as a man, that’s what bothered him. And no matter what, everyone would still see him as a man. There would be no way to change that. No way to change how they perceived him. Harry just wanted to be a person, but no one would ever see him as that. He would always be the boy who lived. And not even changing his pronouns would change that. So Harry thought there was really no use, starting to go by he/they.
But one day he summoned the courage to speak to someone about it. The only parental figure he had left, the one person he trusted most, the person he told everything, now that he didn’t have his godfather; Remus. And Harry was so glad he did. Because, with tears in his eyes, Remus told him about how, a whole lifetime ago, he’d had the exact same conversation with Sirius. How he too had found it hopeless, that the world was evolving too slowly. But Sirius did it anyway. He changed his pronouns, even tho he felt as though it would only make people think he was weird, rather than make them see him as a person. And he told Harry that he should do the same. He shouldn’t let society stop him from being who he wanted to be.
So a few days later, the Quibbler had a new first-page headline. “The person who lived - meet the real Harry” where Harry opened up about who they actually were.
Not a lot changed, as Harry had suspected, but the people they held closest accepted them and loved them, and that was really all that mattered.
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reminder that a boggart is not your very worst fear, but a representation or reminder of it... for example harry’s worst fear is not dementors but the sense of despair and fear that they bring. ron’s worst fear is well known to be spiders, but anyone who has looked at his character below surface level knows full well that ron fears being unworthy, and i think the spiders represent this as something people mock him for; which makes him feel even more inadequate. hermione’s worst fear is not failing a test, but failure itself. she is incredibly ambitious, and is afraid to not meet her own personal expectations. her fear of also disappointing someone she respects (professor mcgonagall) is very similar to neville’s boggart, which is representative of him not living up to his parents legacy. this is shown by a strange twist of his grandmother and professor snape, because they are both authority figures who have constantly looked down on him. snape was not neville’s worst fear but a crushing reminder of the idea that he would never be good enough
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