#Orion Star People

[harrelltut]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 291

You know what? I’m feelin’ a Prompt with the whole halfa family, all the clones and everything. 

See, Danny? He’s grown up, he’s moved out, started looking at colleges himself after spending a few years travelling and learning about himself without the threat of a ghost attack. 

He’s kept in touch with his friends, both living and dead, and ignores Vlad for the most part now that they’ve reached a truce of sorts, and honestly? He’s just living his life. 

But see, it’s kind of hard to figure out what college to pick, with his admittedly not-great choices. Look, he might have a new-ish ID but he’s still visibly not exactly human (though thankfully doesn’t have to worry about the GIW after a… summer activity that ended with several missing buildings) 

And most people he goes to? Finds him ‘too unsettling’ which excuse him?? How is he unsettling? He’s a twenty-five year old with six kids ranging from one to six! How is that “scary” huh? Ancients, and all this is making him use the cash he’s saved up over time. 

And then- as though all of this isn’t stressful enough and he’s not genuinely worried that he won’t have enough money to feed the kids if he goes to school- a hero nearly trips over Jordan and starts freaking out. He is so fucking done. 

[glimblshanks]

Also while I did enjoy all the world building for Orion I wish they had made Tendi less,,,uh,,,stupid?

Like girly you grew up on this planet. You should already know that it's normal for women to pirate while pregnant. You should know that the grand pirate queen isn't going to go for a compromise. You should know that you can't expect an Orion pirate crew to stop killing people before that expectation has been communicated.

I mean this woman is basically a princess on her home planet. I don't care how much she loves Starfleet, it's weird that she doesn't seem to know her own culture's norms. Especially considering that she didn't seem to have this problem in Something Borrowed. Something Green

[eliaskew]

Hello! I understand that naming characters can be difficult, I also understand that when we create AU's in which a character is trans or hiding and need to create a deadname/fake name it can be a struggle. HOWEVER-

When it comes to naming Black OC's or giving characters like Sirius and Regulus genderbent/deadnames I will not take any excuses for things like "Siriana" and "Regina". That is about the only family in canon who already HAS a naming convention, and yes, I realise not all of them follow it. However most DO.

So! For your perusal, I have taken the liberty of spending two weeks of my life scrolling Wikipedia to find a list of constellations, star names and star nicknames that could be used instead! Please use them I beg of you.

As a helpful guide, any names already used in canon are starred. Any names that MIGHT be used in canon (it's been ages since I've read the actual books, forgive me if I've missed any) are double starred.

And without further ado I present...

Skew's list of perfectly acceptable Star Names from a-z:

- Andromeda *

- Antlia

- Apus

- Aquila/ Aquilae

- Ara

- Aries

- Auriga

- Alpheratz

- Almach

- Altager

- Agena

- Ancha

- Altair/ Alnair

- Ari

- Alanac

- Arcturus *

- Asellus

- Alazal

- Asterion

- Adhara

- Armus

- Avior

- Argo

- Achird

- Agena 

- Asteroth/ Ashtaroth

- Amansinaya

- Acrux

- Athebyne

- Altais

- Alsafi

- Achernar

- Azha

- Alhena 

- Alphard *

- Ashlesha

- Algol

- Ascella

- Antares

- Apollyon

- Alya

- Alasia

- Alycone

- Atlas

- Asterope

- Atria

- Alcor

- Aniara

- Alula

- Alsephina

- Arcalis

- Borealis

- Betelgeuse

- Bellatrix *

- Bosona

- Caelum

- Carina

- Cassiopeia **

- Centaurus

- Cepheus

- Cetus

- Circinus

- Columba

- Corvus

- Cygnus *

- Capella

- Celaeno

- Caroli

- Chara

- Castra

- Canopus

- Castula

- Collum

- Calvera

- Cursa

- Castor

- Cadens

- Chason

- Ceginus 

- Cymbae

- Chechia

- Cynosura

- Delphinius

- Draco *

- Dolones

- Diphda

- Denebola

- Eridanus

- Elgomaisa

- Eltanin

- Ebla

- Electra

- Errakis

- Fornax

- Fortunae

- Felixvarela

- Franz (yes, legitimately)

- Felis

- Formosa

- Gemini

- Gliese

- Gomeisa

- Gemma (again, yes, legitimately)

- Gnosia

- Geminga

- Gorgonea/ Gorgona

- Gildun

- Hercules

- Hydrus

- Hydra/ Hydria

- Hydor

- Haedus

- Hunor

- Helvetios

- Hyades

- Hyadum

- Hoggar

- Horna

- Izar

- Isis

- Innes

- Itonda

- Irena

- Indus

- Illyrian

- Juza

- Karaka

- Kastra

- Kitalpha

- Kursa

- Koeia

- Kornephoros

- Lacerta

- Leo

- Lepus

- Libra

- Lynx (totally legit. A constellation, in fact)

- Lyra

- Lucida

- Lanceator

- Lancea

- Leonis

- Lucitania

- Mirach

- Mensa

- Monoceros

- Musca

- Mira

- Macondo

- Manus

- Meres

- Meridiana

- Moldoveanu

- Musica

- Moriah

- Mebsuta

- Meissa

- Morava

- Miram

- Media

- Merope (yup, Voldemort's mum had a more Black name than Narcissa)

- Maia

- Norma

- Nembus

- Nova

- Nervia 

- Nicolaus

- Naledi 

- Nosaxa

- Nash

- Natasha (still Legit)

- Octans

- Ophiuchus

- Orion *

- Osiris

- Ogma

- Pavo

- Pegasus

- Phoenix

- Pictor

- Pisces

- Pyxis

- Promethium

- Postrema

- Phoenicia

- Petra

- Princeps 

- Pollux **

- Praecipula

- Polis

- Pipirima 

- Polaris

- Porrima

- Rigil/ Rigel

- Rostrum 

- Rastaban

- Rutilicus

- Regulus *

- Revati

- Rapeto

- Saggita

- Scorpius *  

- Serpens

- Sextans

- Sirius *

- Sarin

- Sargamatha

- Stribor

- Sinistra

- Solaris

- Shaula

- Sterope

- Spica

- Syrma

- Speedy Mic (not one I would recommend but a legitimate star name nonetheless. Also my favourite)

- Taurus

- Tucana

- Titawin

- Tertia

- Tianyi

- Tangra

- Tureis

- Taygeta

- Talitha

- Tania

- Ursa

- Vela

- Virgo

- Volans

- Vulpeca

- Vega 

- Vrischika

- Wezen

- Wurren

- Zibal

- Zosma

- Zavyava

- Zaniah

An important note: not every letter has Star Names. And some have far more than others. Also, this is not all of them. This is a FRACTION of the ones I found so please feel free to look up some more if you hate all of these.

And please. PLEASE use them. If I see another "Regina" I might actually cry.

[stellawolfearts]

My brain latched onto @podoro-vines OC's bc I found a lot of similarities between William and my OC Orion. I love to see it, so I decided to draw them next to each other. I ADORE how he turned out in my style, and I hope I did him justice and drew all his details right 😅. Notes about their similarities are under the cut, apologies if I got anything about William wrong :3 ofc this is all just base similarities that I've taken from the lore post's William is in and nothing too detailed since neither his nor Orion's story is done/out yet

In case anyone can't read the writing.

William

6'6

Has abstract (Magic)

Orion

5'7

Mortal, has no magic. <.< (...totally-)

Similarities

Star themes

Brown hair

Dark skin

Friends with a silly gremlin guy with secrets~ (William: Besties/QPR?) (Orion: Lil Sibling)

Goes on a big journey through world to find (William:Stars) (Orion: Gods)

Bookworms

Somehow connected to something bigger

Wanted by (William: The one who caged him) (Orion: The Government/Aeon Corp.)

William's 'crime': Escaping

Orions crimes: Leaving district, associated with 'terrorists', destruction of government/public owned property, revealing the evil secrets of Aeon Corp.

[thelastspeecher]

watching the Ancient Aliens episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved and pausing every two minutes to rant once they get to the Pyramids of Giza part bc I was one of those Egyptology kids and I will NOT stand for this fucking SLANDER

[aroaessidhe]

Have you read any mysteries and/or humorous books with aspec characters? I want to buy a gift for an aroace friend but all the books I've read with aspec characters are either in the fantasy, sci-fi or YA contemporary genres which they aren't particularly inclined towards. They also also like literary fiction

Hm! Gonna be honest I'm not sure I can think of anything that'd be perfect. most of what I read is sff or YA haha.

For mysteries - there's The Murder Next Door which is historical murder mystery, f/f with an ace lesbian. The Reanimator's Heart is historical paranormal mystery, (m/m demi), Looking for Love in All the Haunted Places is a contemporary romcom with a lightly paranormal mystery element (ace f/m), Poisoned Primrose is a cozy mystery series with an ace MC & LI (f/m).

Everything that immediately comes to mind as being funny is YA fantasy or YA contemporary...

For litfic we have: Small Joys (ace SC), Convenience Store Woman (aroace coded MC), Breasts and Eggs (ace MC), American Mermaid (ace MC) - but tbh all four of these are love-it-or-hate it kind of depictions of asexuality imo, I don't know if they'd be something I'd gift just based on that if that makes sense?

[thresholdbb]

I was telling my neighbor about my costume commissions and she immediately recommended strippers over Star Trek

Ma'am.....

[skystardust2027]

Radiant Darkness can't take things too much far? Well... She can..

And Orion is a bit.. well, scared of see her and think that Radiant is daughter of Mephiles the Dark

Orion belongs to @totaleclipse573

Radiant Darkness, Lily Star and Shady is mine! Sorry if the sketch aren't too much great, but, I guess it will be a doodle after all!

[2fiorello]

one of the more dykey looks i’ve ever put together lol

[nbnaruto]

Sleep deprived but need to get this out, I know I said before it would be cool if Val changed her name to Orion because mythological hunter/constellation and even tho she stopped hunting ghosts indiscriminately being a hunter is still very much a part of her BUT what if hunter pair Val and Danny named after Shaula and Lesath, the two stars that make up the stingers in the constellation Scorpius (Who kills Orion in the myth) because even though Danny was raised to be a hunter and Val was turned into one they both turn away from the idea of what a ghost hunter 'should be' and protect both humans and ghosts etc etc. Anyway this was more for a dpxdc au since I don't think Danny would stop going by phantom unless he left amity but yeah just a thought

[blazefirefox]

I decided to draw @wake-up-and-face-the-sun's OC The Wailing Star as a cat bc I'm better at drawing those than people lol.

I was originally planning on adding the twins but they're so hard to draw (at least to me) and i couldn't find a good reference. I hope you like this tho :3

[vordenburg]

[faaun]

shaking of leaves by into it over it is genuinely one of the top songs of all time

[carewyncromwell]

“My father wasn’t around -- (My father wasn’t around) I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes; I’ll make a million mistakes; I’ll make the world safe and sound for you... We’ll come of age with our young nation -- We’ll bleed and fight for you... We’ll make it right for you! If we lay a strong enough foundation, We’ll pass it on to you -- we'll give the world to you, And you'll blow us all away... Someday, someday...”

~“Dear Theodosia (cover)” by Regina Spektor and Ben Folds

x~x~x~x

partially inspired by a conversation with @dat-silvers-girl​​ // featuring a quick reference to Katriona Cassiopeia @kc-and-co​​ 💜

x~x~x~x

The summer of 1998 had felt warmer than it had in years. The warmth seemed to ripple from the outside in, given the immense relief that came with the death of Voldemort and with it the end of the Second Wizarding War. And even though yes, there was a lot of work still to do to restore balance to the world, right the wrongs committed during the War, and move forward toward a brighter future, everything still seemed to shine that touch brighter. 

Hope, it seems, can make even the most unremarkable rocks shine like diamonds.

It was in the summer, and right as Carewyn began what would be a long crusade to try and convict every ex-Death Eater for their crimes, that Carewyn received a letter from her old school friend and associate Orion Amari. He and his nearly two-year-old daughter Eos had recently returned to Montrose, Scotland, after being in hiding from the Death Eaters for several months. With the financial reimbursement he’d received from both the Ministry and the League as post-War damages, Orion had just managed to scrape together enough money to purchase a run-down old cottage in the woods outside of Montrose, which he was now working to fix up and obscure with the proper enchantments for himself and Eos to live in.

As much as I have never lamented living in a small one-room flat by myself, Orion’s letter explained, I realize that for a young child, such a place would lack stimulation and even less chance for freedom and exploration. Perhaps a home in such a quiet and green place, as opposed to the suburbs or in the country, could provide a sanctuary for Eos: one where she can experience many wonderful new things and experiment with her own magic away from prying eyes. And perhaps, on a more selfish note, being more physically removed from town could give me some cover from more overzealous members of the press, who I’ve only been able to keep at bay in the past by living alongside Muggles. 

Carewyn was touched by how much her old friend thought of his daughter’s happiness. She wished she’d had the freedom with her own job and income to consider moving into a larger space herself -- she loved her tiny flat in London, but recently she had had to make some layout changes, so as to give her new ward -- twelve-year-old Erik Apollo -- some space of his own. 

Mum came over to give me a hand with turning the hall closet into a second bedroom last week, Carewyn confided to Orion in a letter of her own at one point. She had to do the same thing for me when I was young, so she has plenty of experience with such magic -- but I was only a bit older than Eos, back then. Erik is set to start his first year at Hogwarts next month: he deserves some space of his own, and privacy at that, and he can’t have that in such a small room. Erik’s been referring to the new room as his “shoebox” as a joke -- even if he’s said multiple times that its size isn’t a problem and I know he means it, I still hope I can find a safe way to expand his room a bit more before he comes home for the holidays. 

In September, Carewyn brought Erik to Platform Nine and Three Quarters to start his first year at school. Despite the sticky, unpleasant heat clinging to the air, the curly blond-haired boy was dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans -- Erik didn’t like the looks he got from passerby for the magical burn scars around his neck, which had been inflicted on him by Death Eater Thorfinn Rowle. 

“Do you have everything you need?” Carewyn asked him. “Your trunk? Your wallet?”

“Everything and everyone,” said Erik with a wry smile, indicating the black-and-white tuxedo cat yowling in his carrier at his side.

Carewyn offered her ward’s new familiar a pitying smile as she brought a hand up to the bars of his cage, petting the top of his head with a single finger.

“Aww...it’s all right,” she said gently. “Erik can take you out on the train.”

“Only if he agrees not to claw anybody,” Erik said dryly. When the cat yowled unhappily again, he added, “Sorry, Han Solo, I don’t have enough to pay off the train conductor if you cause any permanent damage.”

Carewyn laughed softly behind her hand, which made Erik’s light blue eyes sparkle with that bit more satisfaction. 

“I’d best be off,” said Erik stridently. “Train’s leaving in ten.”

Carewyn nodded in agreement. She brought a hand onto his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. 

“Send me an owl if you need anything,” she said seriously. “There’ll be plenty of owls in the owlery you can use to send me a letter...and even if you end up in Hufflepuff or Slytherin, there are collection trays where post can be delivered down to you, outside of mealtimes.”

Erik nodded. “Thanks, Ms. Cromwell.”

Carewyn gave him a brave smile. Then, opening her arms, she encircled the small boy in a full, warm hug -- Erik, even despite the straightness of his posture, accepted her hold and even gave her a light squeeze before releasing her and dashing up to the open train door, hoisting his trunk up after him. Then, with one last wave, he retreated into the train car to get settled for the trip to school. 

It was a strange, bereft kind of feeling, watching the train with Erik on board pull out of the station and out of sight. Even if the boy truly was only twelve years younger than her and was of an age more like a younger sibling than a child, Carewyn couldn’t help but wonder if her own mother felt like this, watching Jacob and her leave for school all those years ago.

Later that September, Carewyn received another letter from Orion. This one’s contents, however, surprised Carewyn more than any of the others they’d exchanged.

Carewyn,

I realize that for someone as enamored with plans and order as you, this request will be very abrupt -- but would you be able to visit Eos and me here in Scotland at all tomorrow evening? Any time around sunset would be suitable.

Please do not hesitate in your response. Even if it must be no, I will simply be happy to receive a letter from you so quickly.

Orion

Carewyn read the letter several times in slight confusion. The request was definitely a bit out of left field. Orion had come to see her several times, both as she helped him secure legal custody of Eos and when he came to the Ministry as a representative for the Quidditch League. Carewyn had even let Orion sleep on her couch overnight without planning ahead, simply because he had to report back to the Ministry right away the next morning. But Orion hadn’t ever asked her to come to his place before -- if nothing else, it was still very newly “his place,” as it was. Him suddenly inviting her over without explaining why...it signaled that his reason had to be important...

Carewyn’s eyes lingered on the last line as she took out some parchment and wrote out a quick response of her own.

Orion,

I should be able to finish up with my casework by 8:00. I could Floo from my office right over to you, if you’d like.

Let me know,

Carewyn

The Ministry lawyer folded the short note into thirds, closed it with a seal, and held it out to the owl so it could snatch it up in its beak and fly off, back out of her office and out of sight down the hall.

Orion’s response came mere hours later. It was even shorter, and its flowing, yet messy penmanship -- typical to Orion -- was a bit more slanted, as if it had been written very quickly.

8:00 is a lovely time to look forward to. While making your trip, simply ask to be brought to “Dawn’s Haven.”

Until tomorrow,

Orion

The following night Carewyn didn’t even bother changing out of the dress robes she was wearing into her spare Muggle clothes, as she did whenever she walked home from work. She instead headed straight for the closest Ministry fireplace, tossing some of the spare powder into the grate at her feet before clearly declaring Orion’s directions:

“Dawn’s Haven!”

The emerald green flames flared up around her, encompassing her vision as she was hurtled through space. About twenty seconds later, she found herself reaching another much less polished grate, out of which she exited. When she did, she had to brush aside a strange curtain of hanging green and violet beads just to climb up and out of the grate.

When Carewyn looked up and around, she found herself in a very small, but quaint little cottage. The walls were all made of stained oak and it was decorated eclectically, with a stylized sunflower-printed rug, several mandala floor pillows, a footstool shaped like a turtle, a tiered indoor water fountain, and hanging plants and Arabian-style glass lanterns attached to the beams overhead. There was even a star chart, enchanted with glowing stars and constellations, carved into the ceiling. The lighting was very dim, and yet as warm and colorful as sunlight through a stained glass window. The whole place also smelled of soothing incense -- lavender and sandalwood.

And standing right in front of Carewyn to meet her was Orion himself. He immediately took her hands and helped her straighten up, since she’d bent down to brush the soot from her robes.

“Carewyn,” he said. “How good it is to see you.”

The size and brightness of his smile startled Carewyn. She didn’t think she’d seen him look so happy since she’d agreed to rejoin his Quidditch team back in her sixth year.

“...It’s good to see you too,” she said, still slightly stunned.

She glanced around for Eos. She found the newly-two-year-old girl sitting on her knees at the window across the room, biting her lower lip as she smiled broadly at Carewyn too.

“Your shoulders appear very tense,” said Orion.

Carewyn glanced back awkwardly toward the small stone fireplace she’d just walked through. “Well, from your letter, I’d thought maybe something was wrong, but...”

She brought a hand through her ginger bangs, feeling a bit chagrined.

Orion’s expression softened.

“I see,” he said, his face becoming a bit sheepish despite himself. “Forgive me, Carewyn. It seems in my eagerness, I neglected to reassure you that this was merely a social visit, rather than a fire you had to put out...”

“I didn’t think that,” Carewyn said very quickly, “I just -- well, I just assumed that you had something serious on your mind -- that you needed my input on something...like about your custody of Eos, or the Quidditch League, or...”

“Carewyn.”

Carewyn paused when Orion gave the hand of hers he was still holding a light squeeze. She looked up, just as Orion quickly released her hand, bringing his hand up through his own unevenly cut hair to brush it out of his face.

“I realize you’re trying to reassure me,” he said, sounding rather self-effacing, “but...it’s not comforting, to know I have left you thinking that I would only ever summon you here to ask for your help. And for that, I am sorry.”

Guilt flooded through Carewyn. “No! I don’t think that! It’s just...well, everyone’s needed more help, these days. I’ve had to help a lot of people lately...”

“Me included,” said Orion with a small, sad smile.

“It’s nothing I’ve done unwillingly,” Carewyn said fiercely. “I like helping people, Orion -- it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, to help those people I care about...those people who need my help.”

She couldn’t look him in the eye, so she settled for his shoulder instead.

“...I’ve liked helping you,” she murmured. “You and Eos. Seeing you with her...hearing about what you want for her future...I want to help you achieve that happiness, for her.”

Orion’s black eyes seemed to gleam with a strange, almost deeper glint. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could conjure up any response --

“Caywhen!”

Both Orion and Carewyn straightened up abruptly, and then immediately looked down. Eos had uneasily climbed down from the window ledge and toddled over across the room over to them -- and in that moment, the tiny girl flung out her arms and grabbed onto Carewyn’s right leg through her robes.

Carewyn stared, open-mouthed, from Eos to Orion, who looked just as surprised as she was.

“Did...did she just say my...?”

Eos’s black eyes, identical in color to her father’s, were shining like gems as she pointed urgently up at the window behind her with her pudgy little finger.

“Caywhen!” the little girl said again.

She gave a tug to Carewyn’s leg.

Still faintly stunned, Carewyn let the little girl lead her over to the window. Eos tried to hoist herself up onto the windowsill -- Carewyn helped her climb up, and Eos tapped the glass meaningfully.

Carewyn looked out, to see nothing but darkness. Through the glass, however, she could barely make out a strange sound -- an ethereal sound, echoing through the night...

Almost like music...

Moving the beaded curtain aside to reach the window latch, Carewyn undid it and opened the window so as to better hear.

Sure enough, it was music -- a beautiful, melodic, haunting song, played by instruments she almost thought she recognized: something like a harp, as well as something like a lute...

Carewyn was left mesmerized, just leaning over the window ledge with Eos and listening. The little girl was entranced, her mouth slightly open and her wide black eyes drifting around the window and over the dark woods. She’d clearly never heard anything like it before and could do nothing but just drink it in.

Orion was so quiet that Carewyn didn’t even realize he’d come up alongside her to stand over Eos until his muscular arm brushed up beside hers. When Carewyn looked up, his black eyes were locked on her face and his lips were spread in a gentle smile.

“It’s a turning of the seasons,” he said softly. “From what the previous tenant told me when I bought this house, the selkies that live near the shore like to mark the equinoxes. And now that autumn has officially begun in the eyes of the stars...so have the selkies returned to shore, to play music through the night in celebration.”

Carewyn’s eyes widened.

“Then...then this is why you invited me,” she said in understanding. “So I could hear the selkies’ music?”

Orion’s eyes trailed over Carewyn’s face with something fonder. “Of course. I knew if there was anyone on this Earth who would appreciate it, it would be you, Carewyn Cromwell.”

Carewyn felt her cheeks warm with a happy blush, unable to hold in how very touched she was by this.

“Caywhen?”

Carewyn looked down at Eos. The little girl had taken hold of her sleeve and given it a light tug as she looked back out the window. Carewyn could sense both awe and curiosity coming off Orion’s daughter through the eye contact they’d made, and it made her bright red lips spread into a smile.

“Those are selkies, Eos,” she said gently. “They’re playing music.”

Eos was listening to Carewyn with rapt attention, even as the two looked back out the open window.

“They sound pretty, don’t they?” said Carewyn.

Eos smiled and nodded, settling herself down on the sill on her stomach and resting her face in both hands so she could lean a bit out the window and listen.

Carewyn smiled fondly down at the little girl, looking back over her shoulder at Orion. Waves of undiluted pride and warmth rippled off of the Montrose Magpie as he gazed down at his daughter. When his eyes flitted up to Carewyn, that warmth seemed to settle slightly as he tried to compose himself, but it still seemed to flood out of Orion’s eyes, accompanied by flickers of memory -- cradling a newborn until she stopped crying -- covering her eyes to tell her to be quiet as they hid together in the shadows --

“Eos listens far more than she speaks,” Orion said very softly.

Carewyn smiled slightly. “Like her father?”

Orion smiled too, but only briefly. “Yes...but not for the same reason. She learned how to be silent at such a young age that, now, I fear she may be more comfortable being silent than in expressing herself openly. She does not mimic sounds others make. She does not experiment with forming words, as other children I’ve seen do. She doesn’t speak much at all, aside from very specific words. ‘Here.’ ‘No.’ ‘Help.’ ‘Dad.’”

Something strange flickered over Orion’s face -- was that shyness?

“...Even...other people’s names are quite rare. Just the ones she’s heard me say before, with some frequency. ‘Skye’ -- ‘Nully’ -- ‘KC’ -- ‘Wath’ -- ”

“And ‘Caywhen,’” Carewyn finished, unable to keep herself from smiling. She even felt her cheeks warming with a charmed blush.

Orion’s face seemed to flush a bit too despite himself. “Apparently so.”

Carewyn tilted her head at him in confusion.

“I was just as surprised to hear your name emerge from Eos’s mouth as you were,” Orion admitted, smiling through the flush in his cheeks. “...I suppose I didn’t realize just how often I’ve spoken of you, as of late...”

Carewyn smiled a bit more kindly. “Hmm...well, we have spent a lot of time together, these last few months.”

She reached out and gently took his hand.

“I’m glad I’ve been able to see you again,” she said, “instead of just writing letters. Even if the circumstances haven’t been exactly ideal.”

“...Indeed.”

Orion’s gaze drifted down at their hands. His thumb lightly slid along the back of her hand as he secured his hold.

“It’s...been a blessing, to reconnect with you after so long, Carewyn,” he said softly. “To...spend time with you like this...without any threat looming over us...nor any mantle of heroism thrust upon you.”

His eyes gained something a bit more solemn as he met her gaze. She could sense something soothing coming off of him -- something akin to a hand over hers, lowering her wand for her...

“As much as you have helped Eos and me...and as grateful as I shall always be for that,” Orion said softly, “I want you to know...that my wish to see you can be just about want, and not always about need. And that even when it is the second...you can always say no, with no regrets.”

Carewyn stared at Orion for a moment, a bit taken aback. She could practically see him as a young man again, asking her multiple times to rejoin his Quidditch team, only for Carewyn to have to regretfully decline the invitation, in the face of her pursuing the Cursed Vaults and saving Jacob.

The memory made Carewyn’s lips curl up in a bittersweet smile as she glanced away.

“...Thank you. But honestly...I’m just glad that I’m in the position now that I don’t have to say no.”

At Eos shifting slightly, Carewyn looked down, to see the little girl adjusting underneath her and Orion so that she was more comfortably nestled between them. His black eyes softening fondly, Orion extended his hand not holding Carewyn’s and rested it beside his daughter, creating an almost canopy over her as he rested his chin lightly on top of her head and looked out the window. Carewyn watched the father and daughter with fondness before she too looked back out the window, listening to the sounds of the selkies’ mystical, celebratory melodies echoing through the trees.

The three sat there by the window for a long while. As the night wore on, the music evolved and changed. Soon it’d gotten late enough that Eos was getting restless, so the three shifted over to the living space. Orion brewed himself and Carewyn some lavender tea and Eos some hot water and lemon, while Eos sat in the papasan chair with Carewyn and she told Eos about the different musical instruments she could pick out in the selkies’ music.

“You hear that high, clear, echoing sound? Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh. That’s something glass -- like a glass armonica.”

Eos smiled whenever Carewyn sang along with the selkies’ playing. The sight made Orion’s eyes sparkle with warmth as he came back over with two mugs of tea and one of hot water and lemon.

“Come get your narwhal, Eos,” he said amusedly.

This statement made more sense when he held up Eos’s mug, which was shaped like a ceramic blue narwhal.

Eos bounced right out of her spot next to Carewyn so she could take her mug from her father. She then toddled over to the pile of pillows on the floor, where she plopped herself down on her stomach, pointedly blew on the hot water three times, and took a long sip from her mug.

Orion walked over to Carewyn and held out two mugs of tea with a wry smile -- one white with a black octopus printed on it and the other black printed with the white words “I’d Rather Be Playing Quidditch” on it. With a laugh, Carewyn reached out and took the one decorated with the octopus.

“Was that other one a present?” she asked.

Orion grinned. “They both were. From McNully and Skye, respectively."

“And the narwhal?” asked Carewyn.

“Adopted by Eos -- paid for by KC,” Orion said with a grin.

Carewyn covered her mouth as she laughed. “I was thinking of ‘adopting’ a mug for Erik too, at some point.”

“Does he also enjoy tea?”

“Not so much -- but I thought some hot chocolate or butterbeer would be appropriate around Christmas.”

“A reasonable thought. Hot apple cider could also be a nice alternative.”

Taking a sip of the lavender tea from the black mug, the Chaser settled himself down next to his daughter on the pillows. Eos snuggled up beside her father, and Carewyn smiled seeing how gently Orion’s black eyes shined as he lightly ruffled her bangs with one hand.

“Orion?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for this,” Carewyn said softly. “All of this...the tea, the company, but also...well, the music. It’s just...”

She shifted herself in the chair, her hands holding the mug of tea in her lap as she looked back over toward the window wistfully.

“...It’s so beautiful,” she murmured.

After such a long War, full of fear and fighting and work and worrying -- after focusing solely on helping as many people as she could, with what little power she had to try to make things right...sitting in a comfortable, lavender-and-sandlewood-scented cottage, listening to selkies celebrate the season through song, was medicinal to Carewyn’s spirit in a way she couldn’t put into words.

Orion was quiet for a very, very long moment as he watched Carewyn. At one point, he even caught his little daughter biting her lip as she grinned up at him and Carewyn, and he quickly averted his gaze, trying to bite back a self-conscious smile of his own.

“...You’re welcome.”

Always, he never said aloud, but he hoped dearly would still come across. You will always be welcome, here. ...Always...

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Just wanted to let you know that I blew through SBOS and SBCS both in less than a week, and absolutely adored them. In those moments in which I could pull myself out of the story, I was reminded of being a scared teenager reading its fic incarnation back in the day, and finding so much hope and comfort in it. Diving back into an expansion and deepening of that story, at a time when I'm a little older and more sure of myself, was a wonderful experience, and really served to emphasize the power of stories that both SBOS and SBCS illustrate so wonderfully. I'm feeling a little melodramatic writing this to you, so I'll leave off here, but please know that your work is absolutely lovely and powerful and I will be recommending it wholeheartedly to, well, everyone.

!!!!! You have made my whole day with this message! I got a little teary on my Lyft ride home, quite honestly. I'm so so happy that you enjoyed the books and how the story has changed and deepened, and that that earlier versions could keep you company when you needed it <3 This kind of message is everything I dream about hearing as a writer. Thank you so so so much for sending it! And thank you in advance for any future recommendations! :D