#by that I mean Orion's but that purple's fun too
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Decided to give my @laertesthelocalstranger doll some company, based on what I could find of picrews and art on their blogs. Hi @little-watcher and @child-of-the-vast!
(If there are any quick fixes you'd like noted, let me know. I'd have asked beforehand, but I thought having this as a surprise would be cool. Otherwise, hope you enjoy-- I've bugged you folks on anon enough times that I figure this is the upside :))
#stargazer's four inch friends#stargazer crafts#dear god that sweater#I want it#it'd take so much effort but look at it#by that I mean Orion's but that purple's fun too#made a point of giving each doll a hint of purple somewhere on them#ties them all together a little#orion's sweater's got Orion and Taurus on the back#at least as well as I could do it using french knots and a dream
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Hello! First time requester and long time lurker! Just wanted to request a story for a opposite personality kid buddy with megatron (tfp) similar to the optimus and Ratchet ones you have done! They are my new favourite thing lol
Also would love some possible best uncle soundwave bits in it!
Its fun to see the Bots and Cons interact to their daughters with opposite personalities, but I saw this request and chose pain. Fair warning there may be tears or not.
Megatron is not going to have a fun time when he realizes that his daughter's personality is a little like someone he knows...
If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know!
Hope you enjoy!
Megatron with a daughter who has the opposite personality of his own
SFW, Angst, mention of injuries, Platonic, Famialil, Cybertronian reader (Buddy is a minicon)
TFP
Buddy was Megatron’s dumpster baby.
Literally.
Megatronus was out in one of the dirty alleys of Cybertron when he heard a noise coming from the piles of scrap.
He thought about ignoring it… but something told him to at least check it out.
There sticking out of the pile like a beacon of light was a tiny sparkling. Perhaps a minicon sparkling.
All alone dirty and crying.
Megatronus didn’t have the spark to leave them their alone and picked it up.
“Hello there little one.”--Megatronus
Sparkling stops crying and just looks at him with her big optics.
“Some one left you here? No surprised with how everyone is… What should I do with you?”--Megatronus
Sparkling grabs one of his digits.
“There is always the sparkling care unit…”--Megatronus
The sparkling yawing and curling into his servo to take a nap.
“…Great… I’ve gotten attached to it… but you can’t stay with me in the gladiator’s quarters just yet. Too small for your own good. But there is someone who can help.”--Megatronus
Orion opening up the door to his habsuite revealing Megatronus holding a small sleeping sparkling in one servo.
“…Megatronus… please tell me you didn’t kidnap this sparkling.”—Orion
“What! No!”--Megatronus
The two mechs created a plan.
Orion would watch her while Megatronus was at work and the Megatronus would come by and pick her up during the free times he was now given with the rising status as a gladiator.
Orion in the meantime would house and help feed her. There would be times where he had to take her to work, but no one seemed to mind.
The sparkling was quiet and to top it off had become increasingly interested in some of the data pads in Iacon.
“Orion? What do you have there?”—Alpha Trion
Orion holding Buddy in one servo and an energon cube in the other.
“An energon cube?”--Orion
“Pax you know what I mean…”—Alpha Trion
It was a bit rough at first, but they made it work.
Buddy was her given designation after her friendly nature around bots.
Megatronus didn’t mind it at all.
Soon enough Megatronus started introducing some of the gladiators to Buddy, though he wasn’t quite ready to have her move in with him. It still was no place for Buddy.
Out of all the gladiators Buddy got to meet, she clearly had a favorite.
Soundwave.
Having already a small team of minicons with him, Buddy was easily welcomed into the group.
Some even made jokes about Buddy being Soundwave’s kid too.
Soundwave loved Buddy’s light.
He swore an oath to protect her.
During the first meeting.
“Buddy, this is one of my closest friends, Soundwave.”--Megatron
Buddy from behind Megatronus’s pede peeping out.
“Go on, just like we talked about.”--Megatronus
Buddy slowly walks up to Soundwave.
“Hello! My designation is Buddy! I like blue, red, and purple. You’re purple, I like you.”--Buddy
Soundwave internally promising to offline anyone who harms the little one.
Orion soon introduced the sparkling to Ratchet.
Ratchet loved seeing the little sparkling around he thought it was Orion’s sparkling for a while.
Until he saw the clear favoritism the sparkling had when she saw Megatron.
Ratchet watching Buddy speeding over to Hug Megatronnus’s pede.
“Wait she’s not yours?”--Ratchet
“No? What made you think of that?”--Orion
Ratchet remembering the number of times he ‘s seen Buddy sleep over at Orion’s place, go to ‘work’ in the archives, near identical friendliness.
“…No reason… but… did he kidnap her by any chance?”--Ratchet
“Ratchet!... Well, I thought that too, but no!”--Orion
Then the debates with the Senate began.
Megatronus felt so betrayed by Orion’s words he stormed off, enraged.
So filled with hatred and betrayal, he almost forgot that Buddy was with him.
There was no way that he was going to let Buddy anywhere near that traitor again.
“Where’s Uncle Orion?”--Buddy
“We are not seeing him again.”--Megatronus
“What!? Why?!”--Buddy
“He has done something unforgivable. I will not have him influence you.”--Megatronus
“What did he do?”--Buddy
“…He betrayed me. He is no longer your ‘uncle’, Soundwave is your only ‘uncle’.”--Megatronus
“Can… Can at least say ‘good-bye’?”--Buddy
“Life doesn’t let you say ‘good-bye’ Buddy. Learn from that.”--Megatronus
“But—”--Buddy
“NO!”--Megatron
“…okay…”--Buddy
Then the war started.
Megatron made sure that Buddy was going to be always stuck to his side.
Other times it would be with Soundwave.
As Buddy grew up in the dark corridors of the Nemesis, she decided to pick up on basic patch work.
Maybe do something to fix her father.
She had been told hundreds of times that her uncle Orion, now Optimus Prime, had started the war.
He was the cause of all this destruction, of all this death.
Buddy believed it for a while.
But as she got older the more, she would begin to hear more unfiltered pieces from the Autobots. More things from their side.
She knew that the truth wasn’t going to be pretty by any means… but she just wanted to know what happened to her sweet uncle Orion.
Megatron soon began to be haunted by the ghost of his former brother in the shape of his own sparkling.
Their personalities were scarily similar.
Too similar.
Megatron tried to change this in his own way.
He began training Buddy to fight, but this didn’t help too much.
Buddy frame shaking from exhaustion.
“Get up! We can not have the Future Leader of the Decepticon’s kneel on the floor!”--Megatron
“Megatronus—”--Buddy
Megatron looking at Buddy, for a split-second seeing Orion in her place.
“…Can I please have a break? We’ve been at this for more than 2 hours.”--Buddy
“No.”--Megatron
“But—”--Buddy
“I said no!”--Megatron
“Megatronus—”--Buddy
“I SAID ‘NO’! WHY CAN’T YOU LISTEN TO ME, ORION!”--Megatron
“… Megatron… Its me Buddy, Orion is not here.”--Buddy
“… 5 minute break then we are going back to training.”--megatron
Even if she was a minicon, Megatron treated her like any other soldier.
He began sowing the seeds of the future into her helm. About leading the Decepticons if anything were to happen to him.
He had subconsciously placed a near unbearable weight upon his daughter’s shoulders.
She did talk to her Uncle Soundwave about this.
“What is he thinking Soundwave? Me? The future Leader of the Decepticons? Yeah right, like Starscream or some of the others would take orders from a lowly minicon like me.”--Buddy
“You—Have—Soundwave.”--Soundwave
“I know that, but why… just why…”--Buddy
Buddy started to sniffle, Soundwave wrapping his arm around Buddy as she buries her helm into his side.
“Why… why…”—Buddy
“You—have—Soundwave—everything—is—going—to be—fine.”—Soundwave
“… I miss your voice sometimes Soundwave. I know you wont because of the oath… but I do miss it.”--Buddy
“…”—Soundwave
Soundwave just holds Buddy closer.
Soundwave grew a bit more protective of Buddy seeing as not many minicons could survive on their own for long.
He should know…
Sometimes he’ll have Lazerbeak watch her or keep her company when he is unavailable.
Then Megatron disappeared.
Buddy never felt so much pressure or sense of guilt in her life.
As Megatron’s successor she automatically assumed control as Leader of the Decepticons.
Soundwave always by her side as was Starscream.
Soundwave never let Buddy alone with Starscream under any circumstance.
Starscream did find some insult in this but understood. He was constantly trying to overthrow Megatron, even going with murderous attempts.
But even he had some standards as to not killing the kid… yet.
Buddy did attempt to contact the Autobots while in command to talk, but all attempts never reached them. She wanted to make some peace negotiations before any more energon could be spilled.
All her hard work went down the drain when Megatron came back.
“Megatron! Meagtron you’re back!”--Buddy
Buddy going in for a hug, but Megatron moving aside completely missing Buddy’s hug.
“Megatron?”--Buddy
“How have the troops been?”--Megatron
“Everything is good, just as you left them. But shouldn’t we get you to Knockout? Just to make sure that everything is okay with your systems.”--Buddy
“No.”--Megatron
“Megatron, its highly—”--Buddy
“I’m sorry did you just speak back? You are no longer the Leader of the Decepticons anymore, learn your place.”--Megatron
Every Decepticon within hearing distance optics going wide.
“…Right, my apologizes… Lord Megatron.”--Buddy
“Better. Now get ready for our sparring session. You’ve grown soft and we cannot have that.”--Megatron
Things only got worse between them after the reunion, after he plunged the dark energon into his chassis.
Megatron seemed more and more obsessed with Prime. He nearly ignored more and more of his duties as Leader. Buddy, Soundwave and Starscream had to pick up after him.
The sparring was getting more and more intense.
Many of the Vechicons had reported to Soundwave or Breakdown to get down and stop the sparing matches because of the screaming they keep on hearing. It sounded more and more like a torture session than sparring session.
Knockout organizing his wax bottles when Breakdown and a Vechicon come in. Buddy in the Vechicons arms near limp.
“What happened!?”--Knockout
“Take a guess.”--Breakdown
Vechicon placing Buddy on the med slab.
“Thank you, Steve…”--Buddy
“Commander Buddy—”--Steve
“Don’t call me that okay. We’ve talked about this Steve. It’s just Buddy. No titles, no nothing, just Buddy.”--Buddy
“Okay… Buddy.”--Steve
“Okay Steve you can resume your duties, thanks for the help.”--Breakdown
“Of course, Breakdown. Bye Buddy.”--Steve
Buddy trying to wave back but wincing.
Knockout is already getting his tools out.
“Training, I’m guessing.”--Knockout
“Yes…”--Buddy
Silence in the med bay as Knockout finishes up the patch work.
“Megatron is lucky this time it looked worse than what it was. He needs to be more careful… we only have so many minicon parts right now…”--Knockout
“It’ll be all right Knockout.”--Buddy
“And how do you know?”--Breakdown
“Hope. Cause that’s all we have right now. Hope and a whole bunch of ammo.”--Buddy
“Heh. Guess you’re right about the ammo part.”--Breakdown
“Yeah!”--Buddy
“And… your done! Now don’t go and ruin that finish missy!”--Knockout
“Or what? Its not like Optimus Prime is going to ruin it.”--Buddy
#transformers#transformers x reader#maccadam#bot buddy#tfp#tfp x reader#tfp megatron#tfp soundwave#ophelia
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Inside Out 2 was decent (possible spoilers)
Okay so I don't really get hyped for Inside Out 2 as much as everyone else does, but I'm not denying that it was a cute movie, it had it's pros and cons. It's nothing special, though. I enjoyed the fist one and I love the new characters in the sequel. I'll start with the pros because there's more cons.
Okay, so I mostly love how they didn't push any romance tropes, other than Disgust hitting on that video game guy (that i noticed Anger and Fear kind of checking him out as well) and personally I think giving Disgust a love interest was out of character for her, but it worked. I mean, she's usually disgusted at everything but seeing a hot purple hair anime warrior calms her down. I actually LOVE how they had Riley crush on a video game character an not a boy at her school, I was so happy about that. Those of you who wanted Riley to be lesbian, I'm so sorry! I'm okay with that personally, even though I support LGBT, because I think it's more relatable for me the majority of girls watching that they didn't make her a lesbian. Maybe Disney will make a lesbian protagonist someday? And if not, maybe a better movie company will! Also, there's no romance between any of Riley's emotions, yay! It doesn't make sense if there was! Also, I like how they referenced to Dora the explorer in a funny, lighthearted way, instead of making fun of it in an offensive way. I hate when people make fun of innocent kids shows to be offensive, I really think they referenced to Dora just for laughs. Also, Anxiety's a decent character. I like her, personally. I like the idea of Disney not having real villains anymore, because not everything is just pure bad or good. Anxiety was just an antagonist and it's okay, she also got redemption too.
Now for the cons... and this is gonna be long. Okay, I DO NOT SUPPORT DISNEY! I mean, I don't think this movie should be the thing that brings Disney/Pixar back from their dark ages, but I'm not hating on the Inside Out 2. I do think it's overrated. My biggest complaint was the fact that THEY STOLE CHARACTER DESIGN FROM ANOTHER MOVIE and here's the pictures to prove it
Yeah, that dark secrets character looks almost exactly like Dark from Orion and the Dark, a movie that came out BEFORE Inside Out 2! and those of you saying "but they were working on both movies at the same time" WRONG! The movies were released at least 4 months apart and Disney does often rush their recent projects like they rushed the making of Wish! Another thing, the human animations in Inside Out 2 looked a little less rendered, while the emotion animations and facial expressions were PERFECT! Also, is it just me or does Riley sound younger in this sequel than she did in the first one? Which it doesn't make sense since she went through puberty, right?
In conclusion, the story is pretty decent but I don't think it's worth spending money to see in theaters. If you really desperately want to see it in theaters, fine! I prefer watching it online and don't forget that the free websites exist. The illegal copy of the movie (you know, the hidden camera recorded version with the slot machines) is on the free websites like Actvid and Kisscartoon. Go ahead and watch it on there if you're like me and you're just watching it because of extra free time, and you don't really want to give your money to the Big D.
Anyway, I'm basically neutral on this movie, feel free to state your opinion. Again, I'm not a Disney fan and yet I'm not denying that this was an okay-ish movie. I just don't think it's worth seeing in theaters when you can watch it online for free and Disney won't be robbing you.
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OC Headcannon Tag
That's for the tag @honeybewrites. I've been meaning to do one of these for ages
Rules: use this headcanon generator to generate some headcanons for your OCs! How accurate are they?
These are from Project Gemini and honestly looked like so much fun Rachelle [my writing partner for this project] wanted to share her ratings too. So my comments are in green, Rachelle’s in purple.
(You can follow Rachelle on Instagram @panda.panduh)
Adrian
Adrian cracks their knuckles very loudly.
9/10 Adrian does like to be as intimidating as physically possible.
8/10 - He definitely does this for intimidation, but since he's suffering from ✨ character development syndrome ✨ he does it unintentionally when he clenches and unclenches his fists.
Adrian is bisexual.
?/10 I’m unsure what to rate this. It is a true and not even remotely secret fact.
7/10 - He is, but he's definitely more into the dudes *cough cough* Caspian *cough*
Adrian is aro ace.
0/10 Not even a little. Dude is The Raging Bisexual™️ of this story
0/10 - Definitely not, he's just extremely touch starved.
Iris
Iris is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them.
7/10 I could see this. She can be a very logical person, and she's usually so absorbed in her work that romance is hardly on her mind
6/10 - She's pretty observant of people, but since she has a lot on her plate, she chooses not to engage. We stan a girl boss who don't need no man/person. 👀
Iris needs a nightlight to sleep.
6/10 I could see this. Her backstory is still fuzzy for me so I couldn’t tell you why but it does vibe.
5/10 - She doesn't *need* them, but the lights in her cyber limbs are her nightlight and it makes it easier to catch people trying to sneak up on her since they cast shadows. And it's a good warning sign to make sure her limbs are still functioning.
Iris sucks at saying tongue twisters.
8/10 Iris generally speaks slow and very clearly. I think she’d have a hard time with a quick flow of confusing words
8/10 - I see that. She's a planner which requires being slow.
Aurelia
Aurelia cries while watching disney movies.
10/10 oh absolutely. She’s the sensitive type
10/10 - oh for sure. She doesn't hide it either.
Aurelia is very good at using chopsticks.
6/10 Yeah why not?
3/10 - she will definitely try, bless her heart, and then just end up stabbing her food using one chopstick
Rachelle makes a good point honestly. This is very in character for her.
Aurelia listens to 80s music.
8/10 If 80s music existed she would love it.
9/10 - Aurelia would have loved old-timey music. If she was younger and in a more modern AU, she would definitely be that person that "was born in the wrong era"
Tagging: @mr-orion @kittrrrr @autism-purgatory @yourpenpaldee +open tag
#project gemini#writblr#writblr tag games#tag game#writerscommunity#writer problems#writer stuff#writers block#lgbt writers#author#indie author#lgbt#lgbt author
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𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭 — favorite characters I play / played ; play
so i did the math and over the course of ten years here at walt I've played 26 characters. not including mickey, scar or next gen babies ( because if I had to count my kids from beyond the grave we'd be here forever ) THATS A LOT. now I have ten ( nine active ) and I'm like wow !! how do I pinpoint a favorite !! i love all my characters. asking me to pick my favorite character is like asking me to pick my favorite kid. I won't do it for the present gen but for next gen I say with my whole chest it's josh. this is my current favorite roster of characters I play. whether it's because of their story, connections or because they hold a special place in my heart these are my top four. it would have been top three but the PSD I used had 8 slots so top four for present and next gen let's goooo.
jasper skellington
jasper is the most complex character i have ever written and created. for that I'm very protective of him because, like jack skellington as a whole, he can easily be misunderstood. i can't continue talking about him without thanking bee for creating a character with such love and depth and bea for taking orion and pushing my creativity because her idea for what orion framed jasper for was the catalyst to a lot of jasper's development. listen, I love my bone man. he's one of the more stressful characters I play but writing him often pushes me out of my comfort zone and forces me to use my creative muscles. i noticed long ago that I had a habit of picking up characters who were human and didn't have powers or if they did, I didn't mention it often. jasper is the first non-human character I've played. and let me tell you I've ran with it. creating what a skeleton monster is has been great. I've had a lot of fun developing lore for hallow falls, the skellington lore, what being a skeleton monster means for jasper and what being a skellington means for him. you know, his story is the story of what happens to a good person when they're finally pushed too far. exploring the fine line between revenge and redemption has been interesting. if I had to pick one piece of media that perfectly encompasses him it would be taylor swift's album reputation. the entire album. like there's not a song from it that doesn't fit him in some way. on her rep tour, one quote was "and in the death of her reputation she truly felt alive" and that's jasper. he had to kill his old self to survive and the loss of what he was to the town has allowed him freedom. i mean not really with orion's shenanigans but eventually when it's all said and done jasper will get the peace he's sought after. again, I love the complex dynamics between him and other characters, the development that he will go through during the amulet plot and just jasper as a whole. I'm very thankful that one day I decided I wanted to play him. it'll be a year soon that I've had him and I haven't known peace since.
leonardo hamato
listen i don't remember what life was like before I had leo. suddenly one day I had him and now he's just part of me. realizing I was indeed the blue turtle was a wild discovery but one I am very happy for. leo is now what wally was once to me. he is the muse I pour most of myself into. where I begin and he ends is a very thin line. like jasper, I have enjoyed world-building with leo. Much love, care and time have been put into the hamato-verse. i am thankful every day to have tori, mike and bee with me as my red, orange and purple. we do indeed share one brain-cell. I've gone above and beyond with leo as a character. from his mutations and what would be left behind from it, researching red ear sliders, what traits he would take on from his turtle DNA ( the amount of research and analysis videos I've watched is silly. i didn't do this much research in school for fun ), and how that would affect him in the long run, the hamato ninpo and what that means for him and his powers and trying to mesh all these turtle media together to bring to life a character that is reminiscent of the past leo's we've seen but also making him my own. i enjoy the journey he goes on from an insecure leader thrust into a position he didn't ask for to the wise sensei we all know. ( and yes he is a snitch in the future. he doesn't care he's 44. he's too damn old for his brothers to be acting a fool. he's letting splinty know the buffoonery that happens. ). i definitely have put a lot of love and time into him in the short amount of time I've had him. like sometimes I just talk about him and I just cry because I love him so much. again, he's a character that has pushed me out of my comfort with writing. i have made myself cry many times with his replies because I just don't know when to shut up with all this inner dialogue. i love leo, I love the hamato brothers, i love the future hamatos, I love the extended hamato family and i just love turtles.
reagan cymbeline
my angel ! my baby ! my sunshine ! we know what tangled and rapunzel means to me. the fact it took me until 2019 to take her up. FOUL. CRIMINAL. i love reagan so much. to have the opportunity to play a character that means so much to me I can't put into words how that feels. I'm lucky to have such an amazing flynn rider ( literally when I tell you I could have not asked for a better eugene. like tiff is a god sent. an angel. the better half of new dream ) to bounce off of and bring blondie to life with. like leo, reagan is another facet of me. rapunzel is a character that I hold near and dear to me. she is the character I see myself most in. literally people see tangled things and tell me they thought of me. that's how intertwined we are. so to bring her to life has been so much fun and like LOWKEY cathartic. her story had taken twists and turns ( hi benny ) but I am very excited to delve more into tangled lore, play out big plot points and have her reach her life after happily ever after.
wally axiom
i played wally from when i was 15 to 25. that is many seasons of life. that's a long ass time to play one character consecutively. my brain fully developed while I played them. there is a frontal lobe now. for ten years they were the character that meant everything to me. they were the character that I pour so much of my soul into. they were the character everyone knew me by. wally and I we've been through it together. we've seen some things, we've experienced some things. some were great. others things... not so much. i am very proud of the journey they have gone on. an ending I wish to have myself one day of happiness, growth, and fulfilled dreams. i know they're happy somewhere in retirement with their lovely boyfriend and wonderful kids. AND YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S WHAT THEY DESERVE.
joshua axiom-hawkins
i already said josh was my favorite child and i stand by that. he was my first next-gen baby. the first baby to be born in the present gen. MY first baby to be born in present gen. he's gonna be nine in September. jim and wally have a whole nine-year-old. that's crazy. like the fact, I know when he's born is foolery. ( it's September 12, 2014 ). I've enjoyed exploring him through his adolescence and adulthood. i love that he now has fight club to be part of, I've love expanding on that and his life with dante. and also he has like a great dad. give it up for great dads. jim hawkins you will always be famous. i love josh so much. like that's my baby fr.
wesley skellington
my favorite child of next-gen that's not josh title bounces around with each next gen. for some time now wes has held that title. i get emotional every time I think about wes is the part of jasper that died that gets to live on. jasper gets to protect his younger self in a way that he wasn't and have his son grow up in love. he's gone through many changes in these last few months. he is not the wes you all saw last next gen. I'm very excited to reintroduce him to you when the time comes. i love his thirst for knowledge and to dismantle the skellignton patriarchy, his devotion to his family and though he is a genius, dare he say ( and emphasis on he ) the smartest in his family man does some headass shit and I love him. he is indeed my favorite menace to society. wes & harry u own my heart.
caspian mcqueen
my favorite scallywag. i love caspian. idk what else to say. like he held that second favorite title for so long before wes was born. he's the first character I had to really have powers when we decided to add a magical element to walt. I've enjoyed curating what it means to have these ghost abilities and how he fits into his giant family with them. caspian is the odd one out because of his powers and it's an interesting dynamic to explore, especially because he has a big family. so there are many moving parts. then you add on extended family and PHEW. that and having a famous race car driver for a dad and a pirate turned adventurer for a mother it's all fun to explore. he might live in a world with powers and magic but he was made to feel like a freak because his powers were paranormal and supernatural so having to deal with that truth has been fun for me. i love his silly band, I love his relationship with hallie ( they're happy somewhere on their ship hehe ), I love his bromance with davu and he's really grown up a lot in the four years I've had him. so like I'm proud of him fr.
fox jones
i don't play many villains or mean characters most of the time. in my roster, there are three and fox is one of them. i gave him a tragic ass backstory because I was left to my own devices. now I have this feral bastard. playing out his story of overcoming your circumstances and not letting them taint you forever has been one I've enjoyed. he's not a villain he's just a boy. a boy who needed love and he found it in his family and in stefan. when jean and I were talking about sereddy's future and their kids her saying that serena knew that their kids were meant for them really fucking got me. so to play with that idea and for fox to begin in a place with such hostility to now be raised in love, it makes me weepy because serena and freddy had it HARD growing up ( part of the my dad sucks club you know ) so their kids know nothing but love. it's a hard adjustment for him but you know it's called growth baby. he's getting there. he's pretty, he's feisty and I love coming up with dumb comebacks for him. he's had some iconic one-liners over the years.
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I'M SO SORRY; I LITERALLY JUST REMEMBERED THE MINISTORY I PROMISED TO LINK BUT NEVER DID LMFAO Uhm! Have Orion's explanation of the beginning of the world (fun fact! It's what the giant painting with the two Orions is about)
But the drawing!!! This is Drago and Void (Drago with the two horns and the flares on her face, while Void is the one with the four pairs of... horns?), who are siblings (in their incarnation. There is SO much more that I could yap about but I'll spare my fingers for now)
Drago and Void are parts of the Creator spirit -- Drago is Blue, and Void is Red. Orion is Blue Yellow (meaning that he is the Yellow spirit of Drago's half of the Creator)... which I feel that I can word better:
The Big Bang made the Creator tear into halves. The left half split into three smaller spirits, as each part was still too powerful to move between realities without breaking anything. The right half split into four smaller spirits In total, the Creator split into two Yellows, two Purples, one Pink and a Red/Blue pair. These colours are alignments for their spirit. Splitting spirits has the same theory as splitting neutrons in Physics; they must balance each other out (hence why there's two of each... Pink is different though) (...Buuuuut explaining the entire theory behind alignments would take too long and I'd get sidetracked from telling the rest of this lmfao). To differentiate between the Yellows and Purples, the left half is called Blue [Colour] (like Orion being Blue Yellow) and the right half is called Red [Colour]
Anyways! Back to D&V. In the 5th reality (there are five realities. They are intentionally stylised by using their corresponding number instead of writing 'fifth'), Drago and Void were incarnated as dragon children. However, they had to leave most of their spirits behind in order to fit into a mortal body to begin with -- so they had no memory of what they were, nor any magical prowess, past what a regular infant would think/have. They had a typical sister/brother life until Drago turned 13 (teenage hormones are literally the driving force in this lmfao) and decided that she was tired of being overlooked for the sake of her crueler older brother, and went to a shrine dedicated to Shimmerscales (again, long story. Shimmerscales is a deity... and you may also remember her from Scrimshaw lmfao) and... tore out her left eye as an offering.
Turns out that Shimmerscales was keeping the rest of Drago and Void's spirits at bay, so Drago suffered the worst period ever and Void was dismembered spontaneously as all their power, magic and memory came back to them. Void resents Drago for this change, as he was very comfortable in the life he had, thank you very much! However, Drago is a very justice-driven person, so she couldn't find enough in her to respond to Void's negativity. This caused them to lose quite a bit of their bond (because Void may have been the preferred sibling, but hey, he was still nice sometimes) and... they had to try to take over the world together when Void hated everything that he'd become and Drago was falling quickly into depression, as she believed that she deserved nothing of what she had. Opposites by design heehee
So yea! The first drawing is of when Drago was three and Void was four, and the second is about a week after they remembered who they were.
Drago my absolute love
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I'm making myself sad with my own OCs and that shouldn't be allowed, really
why is this sad what happened tell me immediately and in excruciating detail
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One in the Same | R.B
Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Reader
Summary: Reader notices Draco going through the same pain as her ex lover and desperately wants fix her faults.
“Mr.Malfoy, can you stay after class, please?”
“‘Course, Professor Black.”
An average day in second year. Professor Black - Y/n - taught History of Magic after Professor Binns decided his time was up. Too long of teaching sleeping students who could care less about his lessons. However, once Y/n took over the position, kid's grades improved and people were no longer sleeping. She made things fun and inventive.
After class time was up, everyone filed out of the classroom aside from the blond Slytherin boy. Draco has always been on the good side of Professor Black. She was always extremely kind to him despite his rather sour attitude at times. But Draco was always hesitant to initiate a conversation to really speak his feelings to her. But this was the first time she had him stay after class.
Y/n pulled out the chair in front of her desk as he sat down. His white-blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. His young face, not yet defined. Y/n with her h/c hair and curious glinted e/c eyes.
“Draco, I want to start this by saying I don’t know what your home life is like.” Y/n began, “I went to Hogwarts with your parents, though, and he wasn’t always kind. Your mother was cordial with me, though.”
“If you don’t find me intruding, what’s your home life like?”
“I- Um- It’s good.” Stammered Draco, “Father and Mother are always kind.”
Y/n’s eyes glinted with curiosity, “Lucius tolerated me.”
“Tolerated you?”
“I married one of his best friends.” Y/n chuckled, “He didn’t have a choice.”
Draco tilted his head, “Sirius?”
“Oh heavens no!” Y/n exclaimed, “Regulus. Sirius Black's brother.”
“My- My dead cousin?” He queried.
She nodded, “Yes. I married Regulus right after graduation. His parents weren’t thrilled, but he loved me so, here we are.”
“May I ask a question?”
“Shoot.”
“What were his parents like?”
“Horrible. The worst.” Y/n spat, “Sirius got the worst of it, but Regulus did occasionally too.”
“Walburga and Orion were awful. Using the crucio curse is not a great punishment for kids.” Draco’s eyes widened, “Both of them had scars from the curse. Sirius ran away at sixteen, and Regulus was used as their puppet. So used that at the age of eighteen, he felt like he had to prove himself. Which inevitably got him killed.”
“How did you deal with it?”
“Well, would you like my honest answer or my Professor answer?”
“Honest, please.”
“Between you and I, I still haven’t gotten over it.” Y/n shrugged, “I see something that reminds me of him, and I’m back at the start all over again. It takes time, and it’s taken plenty of time, but here I am, doing what I love. Teaching kids.”
“Anyways.” Y/n smiled, “You’re dismissed. I’m sorry I took up your time. However, if you ever feel the need to speak with me, let me know. Okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Draco picked up his bag, rustling as he stood up. The blond boy was still digesting all the information he gained. He couldn’t believe that his cousins got the crucio curse for a punishment. He thought his parents were bad. Theirs was way worse. Draco was about to walk out of the classroom but turned last minute to look at his Professor.
“Professor?”
“Yes, Draco?”
“There’s-“ He swallowed, “There’s a Quidditch match this Saturday. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. If you have the time, I’d like you to come.”
“Of course. I’ll be there.” Y/n smiled.
He walked out of the room without a second stop. He felt better about himself now. He had someone who genuinely seemed to care about him. Draco didn’t trust her just yet, but he wouldn’t be opposed to speaking with her as he had just now in the future. Professor Black had always been open and honest with her students. Perhaps that’s why kids liked her so much.
Saturday arrived quicker than Y/n would’ve hoped for one reason. She, herself, didn’t own any Slytherin-colored merchandise anymore. But there was a box in her quarters that she brought with her to Hogwarts every year. Regulus’s old clothes meaning all his scarfs, ties, button-ups, pants, hats, etc. Y/n couldn’t seem to get rid of them. Frankly, she didn’t want to get rid of them either.
Carefully she pulled the cardboard box from the top of her closet. Taking a pair of scissors and breaking the tape seal she had put on it multiple years ago. Inside laid many pieces of the evergreen and silver cloth. Y/n’s hands gravitated to the green and silver scarf. Bringing it to her nose, she was shocked. It still smelt like him. Godric, this was going to be more challenging than she initially thought.
Nonetheless, she put it around her neck along with her button-up and tight-fit pants. Y/n put on the green gloves, much too big for her but had fit Regulus perfectly, the tie, and the scarf. It brought her a sense of nostalgia. It made Y/n feel like she was a fifth-year going out with Regulus on a date to Hogsmeade. But she wasn’t fifteen or in fifth year. Y/n was a Professor and a full-grown adult. And Regulus was dead.
The game was going well for Slytherin at the beginning. But like most Quidditch games, things can change rather quickly. Ravenclaw was studious. That was for sure. They played skillfully. Y/n sat in the Professor stands with the rest of her colleagues. She sat between McGonagall and Flitwick. But white-blond hair caught her attention in front of her. Lucius Malfoy was here spectating his son.
McGonagall nudged her, “Where’d you get the Slytherin gear?”
“Regulus.”
“How have you been, dear?” McGonagall questioned softly, “It’s been a whirlwind, but nothing I can do will bring him back, so ‘m still here for him. It’s what he would’ve wanted.” Y/n replied.
Minerva placed a hand on the girl's knee, “If you need anything, let me know.”
“‘Course, Professor.”
The game ended tragically. Slytherin had just tied the game when Cho Chang had caught sight of the snitch. Sadly, she was able to grasp it before Draco. Leaving Slytherin with two-hundred and thirty points while Ravenclaw ended with three-hundred and eighty points. Lucius seemed furious with this conclusion and stormed off the stands. Y/n knew something was up, so she followed him.
She came up in a deserted hallway in Hogwarts. Draco stood - now changed into the usual Hogwarts robes - and his father stood before him. From the view she had, Draco’s back was to her, and his father was towering over the boy.
Lucius had a cold and icy voice, “You are insufferable!”
“You had one job, Draco! One! Catch the damn snitch.” He scolded, “Perhaps you were too daft to figure that out?”
“‘M sorry, father. I didn’t mean to. Honest.” Draco was pleading and begging for mercy; it made Y/n’s heartache at the familiar words.
“Mum, Dad, I seriously didn’t mean to!” Regulus had cried after breaking a vase, “Excuses, excuses, they won’t get you anywhere in life, boy!” Orion shouted.
Tears collected in his silver eyes, “‘M sorry! ‘M so sorry!”
Walburga pointed her wand at him, “Crucio.”
Lucius scoffed, “Malfoy’s don’t cry, wipe those tears.”
“Should‘ve sent you to Durmstrang. You come to Hogwarts and forget everything I’ve ever taught you.”
“Father, I really didn’t mean to! She just got there faster than me.” Draco begged.
Y/n saw it before Draco did. Lucius raised his palm slowly, and Draco flinched. Y/n saw the pale hand rise into the air, and without a second thought, she ran in front of the young boy, taking the blow that was meant for Lucius’ son. Draco heard the sound but never felt the impact. Carefully he opened his eyes to see Professor Black standing in front of him, a hand on her cheek.
“How dare you get in the way!” Lucius yelled, “How dare I? How dare you for trying to leave a hand on your son!” Y/n retorted her bright cheek red from impact.
Draco was appalled, “Draco is your son! Not a toy or a puppet, and I will not stand for this!”
“You don’t have to, half breed.” Lucius seethed, “As you said, he’s my son. Not yours.”
“I could give less fucks!” Y/n exclaimed, “Draco is my student. I will not be having you lay your hands on my students.”
Lucius scoffed, “Where’s your child, mm?”
“Right, you don’t have one.” Lucius answered, “Because your blood-traitor of a husband decided to get himself killed!”
“Regulus was not a blood-traitor for trying to right his wrongs!”
“Regulus and Sirius were no different from each other.”
“Leave them out of this!”
“Oh, so it’s still a soft spot for you?”
“So help me, I’ll-“
“Petrificus Totalus.” Draco stated while holding his wand, causing his father to fall to the ground, paralyzed.
Y/n stared at the body in shock, “Draco.”
She didn’t even have time to reprimand him before he burst into tears. Y/n turned quickly and embraced him into a much-needed hug while the boy sobbed on her shoulder. Y/n’s hands went through Draco’s white-blond hair gently while he let every emotion out. She pulled away and wiped the tears on his cheeks.
“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Y/n informed, and Draco nodded, “Th- Thank you, Professor.”
Y/n smiled and sent him off to the Slytherin common room, leaving her to deal with Lucius. The Professor dragged him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with. Later that night, in her quarters, while brushing her teeth, she noticed the considerable bruise covering her left cheek: Blue and purple hues mixed to create a dark blue-violet looking color, almost grey.
Sixth year was now here. Y/n’s fourth year of teaching at Hogwarts, and she couldn’t have asked for a better job. On September 1st, she went through the floo-network to arrive in her teacher's quarters. Looking at the time, it seemed that students were just about reaching onto the grounds when a knock sounded at her door.
“Come in!”
A blond boy, much taller, defined face, and grey eyes had just walked into her teacher's quarters, “Good evening, Professor.”
“Good evening, Draco.” Y/n greeted smiling brightly, “What's on your mind, sweetheart?”
Draco didn’t know where to begin as water collected on his lower lash line, and gently he pulled up his left sleeve. Godric, it felt like deva Vu all over again.
“Y- Y/n.” Regulus called through his tears, “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/n asked, sitting beside him on the four-poster bed.
Regulus couldn’t help the tears that helplessly fell down his cheeks. His eyes were silver and blurred. Cheeks flushed and hair knotted. This past summer had been a shit show for him with Sirius running away and just everything that had gone on. Regulus had never felt this hopeless before.
“I- I need your help.”
“Of course, anything, baby.”
He swallowed, “Just know that I’ll love you forever. Okay?”
“‘Course.”
Gently, he released a breath of air and pulled up his left sleeve. The combined snake and skull only meaning one thing. Regulus was now a death eater to the Dark Lord. Tears sprung in Y/n’s eyes but not because of disappointment but because of worry. She didn’t know what she would do if Regulus were to be gone.
“They forced me!” Regulus pleaded, “Please, please don’t leave me.”
Regulus was weeping, and Y/n took him into her arms, “Shh, shh, I’m not disappointed. I’m just worried about you.”
“I don’t wanna- I don’t wanna do this.” Regulus whimpered, “Please help me.”
“I’m gonna help you ‘m love. Don’t worry.”
“What happened this summer?” Y/n asked as Draco pulled back down his sleeve.
“Auntie Bella.”
Draco was trying so hard to swallow his tears as his Professor was now face to face with him, “Draco.”
How was her voice so sweet and calm, almost like she had done this before, “It’s okay to show emotion. It’s being human. Let it go, darling.”
Just like that, the dam broke, and Draco was a sobbing mess again. How was it that Professor Black had always managed to feel more like home than his actual parents? What had his mum done for him while Bellatrix was giving him the mark? She had just stood there watching pain contort on his face. Y/n felt more like a mother to him, more like family to him.
“Shh. Shh. You’re safe here, Draco.”
“They- They want me-“ He was choking on his words, and Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders, “Take deep breaths and then explain. Okay?”
He began to inhale and exhale air at a slow pace, “They want me to-“ Draco swallowed, “They want me to kill Dumbledore.”
“Okay.” Y/n stated, letting out a breath of air, “You and I will get through this.”
“You- You promise?”
“I promise.”
Perhaps it was instinct now for Draco to stay after in her classroom. After every lesson, Draco would visit her in her classroom just to be in her company or to talk. What was it about Y/n that drew these people close to her? Ones with broken souls who believed that couldn’t be helped. Was it her kindness? Perhaps it was her caring nature—too many variables to pinpoint.
The moment Y/n heard crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, she knew something was wrong. Approaching cautiously, she saw Harry Potter doing the same behind Draco, who stood facing the basin, dried tears on his cheeks. Everything happened too fast for Y/n to understand. But when Harry spoke an incantation that left Draco bleeding out on the floor, everything changed.
She was jumping into action hastily, falling to her knees beside the blond-haired boy while Harry was almost in tears at his mistake. Y/n took her wand out and began muttering spells to heal the boy's chest. Harry was now in a heap on the floor, tears filling his glorious emerald eyes while the Professor took care of his harm. It took ten minutes before the bleeding stopped, and Y/n turned to face Harry.
“Harry.”
“‘M sorry. I- I didn’t know…”
“It’s okay. I’m just glad I was here.” Y/n replied, and Harry looked like a mess, “I need you to go to the Gryffindor tower and not speak of this to anyone, okay?”
He nodded and stood up sluggishly. Harry left the bathroom, leaving Y/n with an unconscious Draco. Sighing heavily, she picked up the boy and lugged him to the hospital wing, where he was taken care of. The following day an owl was pecking at Y/n’s window, leading her to wake up and take the note from the owl’s foot.
“Draco won’t stop calling for you.”
Y/n freshened up, brushing her teeth, hair, and a change of clothes before making her way to the Hospital Wing. It was quite a ways away from. Her section of the school, but if Draco needed her, she needed to be there even if it was six o’clock in the morning. Her shoes made a light tap along with the wood as she walked and hesitantly opened the big door to the infirmary.
“Oh, thank Merlin!” Madam Pomfrey said with her hand over her heart, “Draco has been asking for you, my dear.”
She gave a tiny smile as Pomfrey pointed to where Draco was lying. Carefully she stripped back some of the white curtain and pulled a chair beside his bed. Y/n took his hand in his. It was cold and pale. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine holding Regulus’ hand in the same exact way after a horrible Bludger accident.
An hour later, Draco finally woke up, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”
“Professor, you- you came.”
She smiled, “You called for me, of course, I’d come.”
Draco pushed himself up into a sitting position, his grey eyes locked on her warm e/c ones, “Sorry, I just, didn’t expect you to come.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel okay. Little sore but nothing I haven’t been through.”
Y/n smiled sadly, “I knew a boy just like you, you know?”
“You did?” Draco asked, and she nodded, “I did.”
“Could you tell me about him?”
“Well, he was strong, smart, and closed off. His home life wasn’t too great either and was forced into being what his parents were too.” Draco looked eager for more, “Eventually, he realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. He no longer cared about his parent's approval. He just wanted to be him, but by then, it was too late.”
“Too late?”
She nodded, “He was already in too late, so he did the only thing he thought of. Betraying his parents, his family. He was so caught up in what he was doing he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now, because of that, he’s no longer with us.”
“But you aren’t too late, Draco.” Y/n stressed, tightening her grip on his hand, “Let me save you. Let me help you.”
Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes, “Please.”
Y/n took him in her arms and rubbed his back soothingly, “You aren’t alone. I’m here for you.”
It took months, but everything was over. It felt like time had stopped. Y/n could remember the terror standing outside of Hogwarts as the death eaters stood on the other side. Narcissa was calling for him - the boy who had no choice - and Draco was panicking as Lucius began calling his name.
Draco swallowed and shook his head.
It was the feeling of relief that brought Y/n solace. Draco took the step that Regulus took, and she would make sure he didn’t pay for it. The relief felt like a breath of fresh air now that the war was over. Y/n had stepped into the Great Hall panicking, hoping, praying that he was okay. At that moment she saw it.
He was crouched in the corner. People were glaring at him all around. Draco saw. He saw the Weasleys crying over Fred. He saw Harry look empty, staring at Remus Lupin and Nymphadora. The way Lavender Brown’s parents sobbed over her dead body. He saw the way Dennis Creevey was yelling and screaming in pain at seeing his deceased older brother. Draco could remember how close they were.
Nonetheless, he stood up and ran into her arms: his solace, home, and safe place. Draco couldn’t remember what it felt like to be held this tight. He dug his nose into her neck and just remembered to breathe. She pulled away to see a small smile playing on his lips. Y/n cupped his cheeks gently.
“I’m so, so proud of you.” Y/n smiled, “I can't explain how proud I am of you. You did it.”
Draco smiled and leaned into her hands, “Thanks, mum.”
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Characters Out Of Context
I was tagged by @promptinator-writes, thank you so much!
Rules:
➥ Include one character quote — of your choosing — from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like).
➥ Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.
➥ Have fun, no pressure!
Tagging: @asher-orion-writes @the-stray-storyteller @mjjune @caligraphyzev @writingmoth
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CHAPTER ONE: Sophie raised her eyebrows. “But would maiming not also create a problem?” she argued. “And, besides, that is only marginally better than murder.”
CHAPTER TWO: “It’s a monster!” a bandit yelled, and Sophie was not quite sure whether she agreed or disagreed with the statement, though it left a bad taste in her mouth. “Kill the beast!”
CHAPTER THREE: “And by ‘protect people,’” she said, “you mean protect her?”
CHAPTER FOUR: Rena blew a raspberry. “Boo, boring!”
CHAPTER FIVE: “Ollie, I’m not like anyone else in all of Thera.”
CHAPTER SIX: “Are you ready to dance, Fabian?” Rena teased.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Sophie paused, before she finally said: “I think you would’ve helped them even if they had not saved us first.”
CHAPTER EIGHT: Harley blinked, but was only a little surprised. “Yes, it’s pretty, but-”
CHAPTER NINE: “If anyone could burn down a ship with a blue mage present, it would be Rena,” Joseph joked.
CHAPTER TEN: “So?” she said. “Princesses can commit crimes, if they want to.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN: “That’s a noble goal, but I don’t think a few books will change how they feel about us.”
CHAPTER TWELVE: “I’m… excited?” Sophie said, trying to mend her mistake and instead cringing at the uncertainty in her voice.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: “Well, look who’s woken up,” came a voice of amusement from just behind him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: “Okay, that’s fine,” Rena said eventually. “Because I already have a plan.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: “Excuse me? Of course not!”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: “What the fuck?” Rena exclaimed, her mouth having fallen open.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Genevieve paused, before continuing to speak. “Does your family know?”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: “I have no interest in getting myself killed.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN: “Well, with all the money she makes, I suspect she’s doing quite well for herself,” Caine responded, finally looking away from Rena – her golden strands of hair, shining in the sunlight, her matching eyes that looked like fresh honey – and turning to stare at the view.
CHAPTER TWENTY: Rena grinned. “Oh, I’m not worried about that. I’m too smart to be fooled by something like that. I know my people too well.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Lucy raised a delicate eyebrow. “Really?” she said, softly unsurprised. “Well, I do hope to read it someday.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: “I hope someday you find a place where you can be yourself,” he said. It looked like there was more he wanted to say – words sitting on the tip of his tongue, awaiting a passage through his lips that never came. Whatever they were, he kept them to himself.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: “You might think you’re intimidating, but I just think you’re adorable.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: “Too afraid to face me, Caine?” she called out. “You need a purple mage to hide from me? I didn’t know you were a coward.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: “You let your guard down.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: “Don’t,” she repeated, her voice coming out just a little quieter.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Harley laughed again. “Do you even know how to throw a punch?” he teased, nudging her arm with his elbow.
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(Don't mind us hyping each other up over cool rocks, Edgy. Just having fun at the beach! Lol)
Really? That's so cool!! I mean, like... most of the time rocks get smoothed out because of all the waves, so it's really awesome to see one so unique! And it's a really pretty color too!
What else did you find?
He crouches down
Orion: here, you can see yourself :D
When you look closer, you see a small hermit crab, and a purple snail!
Orion: aren't they cool???
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Shining Star
Getting in the children's good graces seemed almost effortless for Orion. Or at least it seemed that way to Sun and Moon as they watched them interact. It had taken weeks before the kids had stopped crying when they saw them. They were absolutely not jealous.
Orion was human. No one had to get used to large gangly limbs or a horrifyingly still face. But even Moon was happy to see someone else the children cared about so quickly.
After a barrage of questions and a small lecture about how they were not to call them Mister Orion. Yes, the hunter was a boy, but that didn't mean they had to be.
When Orion was starting to look frazzled about the whole thing, Sun stepped up and put a comforting hand on their shoulder. "Now that's enough. Orion is Orion, and that's just that. Now! Who wants to finger paint?" He asked and grinned when there was loud cheering.
Ditzy yelled that she was going to paint everyone drowning Orion in the ball pit. A little child with purple and teal hair hurried after her, complaining they were being mean, and promised to draw something nice for them instead.
Sun laughed as he got out paper and paints for everyone. "What a nice idea, Way! Why doesn't everyone make something nice for our new friend?" Sun offered as he sat piles of paper down and Orion helped set out the paints for everyone.
Once everyone was set up, Sun walked around the table to watch over everyone as they worked. Randy and Bunn were huddled up together as they worked on theirs, and Sun giggled a little to himself. Some paired off or grouped together, but a few took to working alone, trying to hide what they were working on. Luckily, Sun was tall enough to see, just to make sure they didn’t draw anything he needed to be worried about. It was always the little signs he and Moon noticed that were the most important when it came to helping the children and knowing if something was wrong.
Doing a loop, Sun was surprised to see Orion sitting down with them. Prince and Ditzy were on either side of them. Peculiar. Ditzy barely let anyone by Prince. Moon pouted in their head and sunk deeper into their headspace. It had taken him ages to get Ditzy to stop guarding Prince against him like he was some monster in the closet. But he tried not to think about it too much as he watched them show Orion their work with proud smiles. Somehow with multiple children talking to them, Orion seemed to have no trouble keeping up with the conversations. They talked easily with a calm voice and even managed to calm the louder children just by talking softly.
The kids spent plenty of time working on their paintings, and Sun came around to praise them all. Childish pictures of Orion or bright colours from the ball pit were the most popular. But there were others. Some drew their favourite things to share with Orion or just threw colours on the paper for fun! Sun always liked those.
Over time, they all finished and lined up to give Orion their little masterpieces. One by one, they each presented their piece. Their little Bee nearly threw her’s at Orion before scurrying away. They both laughed quietly at that. Some kids were shier than the others.
Sun sat back and watched as Orion got excited about each piece, careful not to smudge the still wet paint. They pointed out little details and had heaps of praise that had each child glowing.
"Hey! This is exactly what it looked like when I was at the bottom," laughed Orion as Stag showed them a picture that was just a wild blur of colours and vague shapes. "Have you been under there too?"
Stag mumbled something Sun couldn't hear before darting off to hide with their friends. They all giggled a little between them before darting off to play in one of the jungle gyms.
Once everyone got a turn, Sun walked back over to Orion, who was still looking at the pictures with a fond little smile. Sun and Moon got pictures all the time. It was only fair that their new friend got some too. "Looks like the kids really like you!" Praised Sun as he knelt down to look at the pictures with his new friend.
Orion beamed a little. "It looks like it. Looks like it comes in handy being the oldest, huh?"
That made the giant animatronic tilt his head. "Oh ho? There's more of you, is there? Surely, they're not as young as these guys, are they?"
"Not by a long shot!" They loudly laughed. "The youngest little gremlin is fifteen. Though sometimes he still acts like he's five."
Sun huffed a little. Mostly because Moon was laughing with Orion. "You shouldn't call children such mean names, Orion! That just won't do!"
Orion just smirked at that for a moment. "They are my little gremlins, and I'm not about to stop calling them that now," they quipped. "They're my brothers and sister. I can call them gremlins. Oldest siblings rights."
Sun sighed and slumped his shoulders. Siblings did fight a lot. He supposed the names weren't the worst thing they could have done.
Before he could ask more the children flooded again, pulling them in different directions. Neither Sun nor Moon wanted to admit it, but it was nice having an extra set of hands to help with the kids. And someone who actually cared about them. This wasn't even their job! Orion just seemed to fall into step with everyone without even trying.
Walking slowly beside Way, he listened to them talk and ramble about a story that had planted itself into their little head.
"And and, she's best friends with a big monster that helps her instead of eating her!"
They giggled when Sun suddenly lifted them up high over his head, never noticing the pile of toys they had nearly run into. Their dress vest billowing like a cape. Up and around until he put them back down safely to walk some more.
"That sounds amazing, sunshine! And what kind of adventures do they go on?" Asked Sun, gently tugging them so they wouldn't walk into the jungle gym. Keeping an eye out on the others, he still talked with them and made sure they didn't get hurt. Poor thing could injure themself standing still.
The children played right up until nap time. Sun's notice was that Itzy was sleeping while they leaned against Orion's side. All the while they played puppets with Puffy and Ditzy with their other hand holding the child comfortably so they wouldn’t fall.
"Alright, it's nap time!" He called, giggling at the whining. But there wasn't much of a fight in it. Most of the kids were pretty tired from all the extra play. "Go on and get your blankets and pillows, and I'll get Moon."
Something that got Orion's attention. While the sisters guided a half sleeping Itzy off, they scrambled to their feet to follow Sun. "What do you mean get Moon? Aren't you Moon?" They asked, tapping their face for effect.
Sun giggled and shook his head. "No. We share a body, but we're not the same person. You'll see! You’ll see" He happily sang. Laying his hand on the button, he made sure the kids were safe before turning out the lights. There was a clang and a whir as Sun's head spun, rays going into the head. In the dark, the pants looked blue and covered in stars.
Orion was still busy staring at the clothes to notice how much Sun had changed in such a short time. Tilting their head, they were lost in thought, thinking about possibilities when they heard Sun clear his throat.
"It's rude to stare," whispered Moon with his rough voice. When Orion's head snapped up, he chuckled softly. "Hello, Orion. It's nice to meet you properly. I'm Moon." He extended a long hand to the little human before him.
Orion stood still in shock a moment before suddenly snapping to their senses. "Right! Sorry" Quickly taking the offered hand, they didn't hesitate to shake it properly. There was no fear. Something Moon hadn't expected from someone so new. The glow of his eyes always cast shadows that scared new people. Briefly, Moon wondered what Orion had seen that they didn’t fear him.
They stood still, staring at each other for a second, Moon's large hand wrapped around Orion's until he realized now he was the one staring. There was a clunk as a gear caught somewhere in his chest. Quickly letting go, he pointed to the kids. "Excuse me. I need to get the children to sleep."
"I can help!" Offered Orion as they hurried over in the dark, tripping on some left out toys. They laughed and barely managed to catch themselves. "We're good!"
The kids listened to Orion easily as they asked them where to go for nap time. They never went that easily to nap time for Moon. But he wouldn't let it bother him. They were all just excited about a new person. It wasn’t fair to scorn them for that.
And he was not even slightly jealous that the kids were tugging on their greasy sleeves and begging Orion to come and sit with them for nap time. He didn't hate that Orion wrapped them up so tightly they couldn't move. Or they squealed and giggled as they wiggled on their sleep mats, pretending to try and break free. No one had ever wanted him to tuck them in so tightly.
When his little Prince made Orion say goodnight to Mister Orange, he silently hissed to himself and stalked off. He could at least read them stories. Looking for the right one, he grinned and pulled out one for Prince's namesake. That one always went over well.
Sitting in the middle of the children, he settled in next to Orion. "I think we should read a favourite for our new friend," whispered Moon as he opened the book. "Once, when I was six years old, I saw a magnificent picture in a book," he started feeling like his smile fit just right as he saw the kids turn a little on their mats to sit in and listen to him.
Moon kept his voice quiet. Enough to be heard, but not enough to keep anyone from sleeping. That way kids who couldn't sleep, like Little Kina, who watched him in the dark, could have something to keep them relaxed. Or at least amused while they lay there. As the story came to a close. Near the end of nap time. Moon was startled when he saw Orion watching him.
They had their knees curled up to their chest and laid their head on them. Arms wrapped around their legs, Orion looked a little like they were smiling. Moon would have thought they were asleep if not for the slight raise of Orion’s head when the story came to its close.
Seeing Moon jump, they quietly giggled. "Sorry,” they whispered. "That was one of my favourites as a kid. I've never gotten to listen to someone read it before. It's really cool hearing a different voice than just the ones in my head."
That made Moon feel warm and somehow softened the edges of his wide, smile. "I'm glad," he whispered and stood up. "Time to put the book away, then we can start to wake them up.”
While Orion nodded and went back to watching the children, Moon walked back to the worn bookshelf. He felt a little better after getting to read to everyone. Including his new friend.
Slipping the book into place, he felt something click inside of him. Like a gear finally clicking back into place. How strange. But there were children to look after, and he couldn't leave them alone for long. It wasn't safe.
Turning back, he saw someone sitting with the children. Rage boiled inside him. How did someone sneak past him? He was supposed to be alerted when someone came into the daycare. And they were sitting with them! How dare they! Growling quietly, Moon walked silently behind them, not even his bells jingled. No one was allowed near his children. Nothing would hurt them.
Creeping up behind the intruder, Moon hissed quietly. "You shouldn't be here," he hissed and quickly grabbed their arm as they frantically whipped around.
Yelping, Orion nearly toppled over when they were grabbed. Moon's hand was the only thing that kept them upright. "Moon! What's wrong?" They whispered back, not wanting to wake the children.
"Strangers are not allowed at the daycare," he hissed. His hand squeezed tighter around their arm. He chuckled when they hissed. They would get what they deserved!
Orion's eyes were wide under the brim of their hat, fear plain on their face. "I've been here all day!" They panic whispered back, trying to tug their arm away. It hurt!
"Liar!" Moon's voice grew louder as he dragged them up to be face to face by their arm. Dangling the intruder in the air by their arm, Moon watched their face carefully, gleefully, while they squirmed and whined. "I'll make sure you never come back," he laughed, fingers reaching for their throat in the darkness.
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Sirius is Disowned, Part 1:
London, July 12th, 2012.
Content Warning: Mentions of Abuse in upbringing, Toxic masculinity, Homophobia.
"Jo! Jamie, has he answered you?"
"Hey Padsie, good morning. What can I do for you on this day?"
"Wanker"
James laughed "Who are you talking about?"
"Amm... Moony"
Sirius had been calling him all summer. He always answered. Not this time. Sirius didn't know how to talk to him after the Snape Incident. Sirius was embarrassed. James had been the one to talk and apologize. James was always the brave one. Sirius didn't know why he panicked and couldn't speak. It felt like every word he said, would be misunderstood. So he prefered to not speak.
"Nop, mate" James sighed in response.
"What if he hates us forever?"
"He doesn't hate us" James tried to be comfortive "He said it was okay"
"Yeah okay..." he snorted "You know nothing is the same now"
And Sirius missed him. Remus was quiet when he clearly could make a sarcastic comment. Remus didn't smile at Sirius during class, or exchange notes with him anymore. Remus used to tell Sirius he was acting like an idiot when he was. Now nobody did. Not like Remus. Nobody shared a cigarette with him. Sirius missed how he laughed, or got angry, or relaxed around Remus.
Exams and the week after were torture for The Marauders. And Snape walking around with his purple eye and swollen lip, reminded them of their mistake.
"Yeah you are right, let's talk about something else"
"Okaay...How's your summer?"
"Like hell"
"Mine is boring. Uuh, the other day I was walking with dad..."
But Sirius couldn't concentrate. His mind drove to Remus again.
"I mean it's not like we did something wrong..." Sirius interrupted
"Uh..."
"We were bloody defending him! He should be thankful instead of angry, you know? What the fuck?"
"Just to be clear, are you talking about Remus or my dad?"
"FUCKING REMUS, MATE"
"Okaay, handsome. No need to yell"
"Sorry..."
"You care a lot about Remus, ha?"
"He is my friend. Our friend. He's a friend"
James laughed and Sirius detested that. It was as if James knew something Sirius didn't.
"What?"
"Nothing" James continued laughing, "I mean, you care. You're sensitive and adorable..."
"Shut up!"
James laughed more.
"Don't worry, you'll be able to apologize and give Remus a kiss"
"Fuck you, Prongs. I am not a puff"
James stopped laughing "I was joking, mate"
"Me too"
"Fine"
"Fine" Sirius sighed "Sorry, I wish I could escape this hellhole"
"Please come to mine. You know my parents love you more than me"
Sirius laughed relaxing "True"
"Wanker..."
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Sirius froze. Sirius had tried to spend most of his time in his room. Everytime he went out, he ended up fighting with his mother, or being yelled by his father, or being reminded how much of a good son Regulus was, and how Sirius should be more like him. So Sirius prefered to remain in his room the whole summer.
"I have to go, Jamieboy" Sirius whispered
James must've noticed the nervousness in his voice, because he asked:
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah" Sirius snorted fakely "Probably mother to complain about how my hair is too long or something"
"Pads..."
"Bye, Prongs" he hung up.
KNOCK, KNOCK.
"WHAT?? FUCK OFF I'M BUSY!!"
"I hope you're not doing something indecent, kid"
Sirius smiled, recognizing the voice. It wasn't his mother, or worse his father. It was Uncle Alphard.
For Sirius, Alphard was the coolest person alive, after David Bowie of course. Thanks to that man, Sirius had learned to have fun at family gatherings. Last summer, Alphard had taken Sirius to the coolest clubs and places in Paris. Alphard knew how to enjoy life. No wife, no kids. Just himself and his freedom. And the best part was that nobody caught him. Sirius wanted to be just like him.
Sirius ran to open the door. Alphard was always casually elegant, with a half smile on his face, and hands in his trouser pockets.
"Uncle Alphard!"
"Kid..."
Although Alphard hated physical contact. Hugging and stuff. So Sirius contained himself.
"What are you doing here?"
Alphard's smile disappear.
"Do you have some time?"
Sirius smiled "Are you gonna take me somewhere? A party? A festival? Lunch with friends?"
"Not this time, kid"
"Oh..."
Alphard had never been in Sirius' room. He stepped in observing everything with a smile on his face. Sirius' room was everything that his parents disliked: rock band posters, David Bowie with makeup, Motorbikes with half naked girls on them. The room was messy, everything on the floor. The bed unmade.
"If you want to live like a fucking pig, then that's how you're going to live, Sirius" Walburga had said. Actually yelled. And no one from service had come to clean it. And Sirius didn't clean as well. Just to drive his mother more crazy.
Alphard laughed and turned to Sirius.
"My sister complained about your room"
"Are you here to scold me?"
Alphard shook his head "I'm here to say goodbye"
Sirius raised an eyebrow "Where are you going?"
"Rome" Alphard took a seat on Sirius' messy bed
"Can I go with you?" Sirius beamed "You can convince mother, just like you did two years ago"
Summer of 2010, when Sirius went to The Potter's Beach House at Camber Sands. Alphard had told Walburga Sirius would spend the summer with him. Orion had been reluctant, he didn't like uncle Alphard. Walburga had shrugged "I'm taking Regulus to Paris anyway"
"I need to go alone, Sirius" Alphard sighed "I have important business to do there"
Sirius sighed frustrated "When will you be back? By the end of summer?"
Alphard shook his head.
"By Christmas, then?"
Alphard didn't answer.
"Uncle Alphard, Are you even coming back?"
Panic on Sirius' voice. Alphard was the only one that Sirius considered family. Regulus was far from what he used to be. Sirius' cousins were annoying and hypocritical, now that they were adults. Well Andy was cool. It had been awesome how she left Lestrange on the altar to run away with that Tonks lad. And she wrote emails to Sirius occasionally, but Sirius wasn't that close to her as he was with Alphard.
"I don't think so, kid" Alphard answered carefully
Sirius swallowed his tears. This summer was getting even worse. Remus was angry. Sirius was stuck in his room. Alphard was leaving. Alphard was leaving...
"Fuck you Alphard, you can't just leave me"
Alphard's eyes widened by the bad word, but then he smiled.
"Are we gonna lose respect for each other now?"
"I'll come with you" Sirius assured "I don't care. I can live in Rome"
Alphard shook his head "No kid, you have your life here"
"A shitty life"
"What about your friends?" Alphard asked "You like your friends"
Sirius did. The Marauders were his chosen family. Even if Remus hated him now. And Marlene was cool. Mary was acceptable and funny. And Evans... Evans was not that bad.
"They can come and visit me"
Alphard smiled "I wish I could take you with me, but I can't" he said "Not this time, kid"
Sirius was trying so hard not to break down crying. He had to be a man.
"What would I do without you?" Sirius' voice broke. He maintained his gaze on the floor, otherwise, he was going to cry.
Alphard stood up. He walked towards Sirius and put a hand on his shoulder. Sirius wished he could hug him.
"You are the cool one" Sirius continued "You're...you're..." My only family.
"You are way cooler and braver than me, Sirius" Alphard said
Sirius looked up. And stared into the same grey-blue eyes that he owned. The ones every Black owned.
"I want you to promise me something, kid" Alphard continued "Don't let them change you. Don't let them mold you. Okay?"
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked confused
Alphard sighed he turned away and began pacing.
"I was never brave enough to face my parents and tell them what I hate. I wasn't brave enough to tell them who I was, what I liked and what I didn't like" Alphard sniffed "I wasn't brave enough to defend others from injustice. All I did was hide. Deceive. Lie" he faced Sirius again "I don't want that happening to you, Sirius"
Sirius didn't know what to say. All his life he had admired the way Alphard sneaked out of a family dinner to go to a club. The way Alphard knew how to control everyone. The way Alphard didn't lose patience when Orion accused him of "corrupting" Sirius.
And now, his uncle was telling him that he regretted all that.
"I've always admired you, Sirius" Alphard continued "You say what you think, and do what you think is right. And you're not scared of the consequences"
Sirius was scared of the consequences. The thing was that he didn't think before speaking or acting. Walburga's nasty reactions and Orion's horrible punishments, made Sirius regret everything in an instant. But it was too late.
"I'm not sure about that" Sirius murmured
"Yes, I am sure" Alphard smiled "Sirius, your parents, and your uncle Cygnus perhaps as well, will try to turn you into what they want. But Sirius, being a man is not about being tough, never crying and shagging girls..."
Sirius blushed. That's exactly what Orion had told Sirius last year. The father-to-son talk. Orion had even been nice for a minute. "I'm gonna show you how to be a man, son. Men are not weak. Men do not cry like girls or pussies, okay? Manhood is about toughness and courage. Women don't like pussies. They like men who are strong and who can control their feelings"
"It doesn't matter if you are different, or who you feel attracted to" Alphard added.
Sirius shook his head "I'm not gay"
Alphard laughed "I wasn't saying that. But if you were, it would be okay"
"I like girls, Uncle Alphard" Sirius repeated "I'm just a free spirit, like you"
Alphard didn't answer. He just smiled.
"I want to give you this..."
Alphard took a ring out of his finger. And gave it to Sirius. Sirius recognized it immediately. A silver ring. It had carved a warrior riding on a horse killing a beast, something like a dragon. Sirius had been fascinated the first time he saw his uncle wear it. Alphard had brought it from one of his trips.
"I thought you were never giving this to anyone" Sirius said
"I guess I could make an exception for my favorite nephew" Alphard smiled.
And Sirius couldn't take it anymore. He hugged Alphard tightly. A few tears running down his face.
"I'm gonna miss you"
"Me too, kid" Alphard gave into the hug and patted his nephew's back "Me too"
Sirius broke apart after a while. And cleared his throat.
"Promise me you will write"
"As long as you promise me to be yourself, no matter what" Alphard smiled.
Sirius still didn't understand what he meant. But he nodded.
"I promise"
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This is how I imagine the ring that Alphard gives Sirius.
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#marauders era#muggle au#marauders muggle au#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#alphard black#walburga black#orion black#regulus black#wolfstar
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Hi! Big fan of your fics. I have a suggestion for one: the basic idea is that the Lower Decks characters (mainly the Warp Core Four) get involved with the ep. "Trials and Tribble-ations" Meet both DS9 and TOS crew in a subtle/not-so-subtle way (PARADOX!). Bonus: They are drawn and animated in TAS Filmation style, with some of them slightly aware. Maybe a bit of Mariner x Boimler? Hope you have fun with the idea.
Time Tribbles
The Warp Core Four decides to go back in time to the Enterprise to do some not-so-scientific research on Tribbles. They come across not one, but two famous Starfleet Crews
Tendi dragged herself to her bunk. She was absolutely exhausted from pulling double shifts in Medbay to make up for the influx of patients. Earlier today, some of the food replicators were producing food at extreme temperatures. They were also uncontrollably spewing food out, and in the case of ten forward, literally spraying boiling nacho cheese. Crew members had been in and out all day with burns. Just as she sat on her bed, she saw Mariner down the hallway. Both of them waved to each other.
"Yo, Tendi, what's up?" Mariner said as she walked up to her.
"Nothing much; I’m just exhausted from all the activity in Medbay. I did see somebody with a nacho cheese burn in the shape of an Orion continent!" She smiled.
"I have something that will cheer you up!" Mariner held up her finger and ran off, going to get her special piece of contraband.
After a few minutes, she returned with a Tribble in hand. It had brown fur and little white patches. She handed the Tribble to Tendi and sat down next to her. The cooing of the ball of fur filled the room.
"Personally, I would prefer getting drunk, but I thought this might be more up your alley" Beckett smiled as Tendi ran her hand through the fur, her eyes lit up.
"This is the cutest thing ever," Tendi squealed. She then spoke in baby talk to the Tribble, "Yes you are, you are the cutest little Tribble on this ship.”
She continued to pet the Tribble for a couple of minutes before finally speaking, "You know, I've always wanted to see a Tribble reproduce. I know that the ones they sell at the pet stores are neutered."
Beckett thought for a second before finally speaking. "Ok, so I got this really cool piece of contraband from the planet we did second contact with a couple of weeks back. I've been testing it, and I think it opens up portals to different times. We could go back in time to see Tribbles reproduce."
"But isn't that against the rules?”
"Yes, but it's for science, so it's probably ok. Come on, let get Rutherford and Boimler."
…
A few hours later, the four Ensigns were in an empty part of the docking bay. All of them were wearing 2260s uniforms. Tendi messed with her holographic disguise, trying to find the right hairstyle. She felt odd with blonde hair and peachy skin, but there was no way she could go back in time looking like an Orion. Enterprise crew members would ask too many questions.
"Bangs or no Bangs?" She adjusted her holographic remote, letting it flip through different hairstyles.
"Definitely the Bangs," Rutherford gave a thumbs up before continuing his excitement-filled lecture about Constitution-class ships. “Did you know that turbolifts were not completely voice-controlled back then? You had to hold down a bar for them to work.”
"Mariner, are you sure we should be doing this. Time travel is against 253.7-" Boimler began before being cut off Mariner.
"Rules, Schmules. Come on, Boims, this could be your one chance to see Kirk in flesh and blood."
"Fine, but I'm keeping you in check," he spoke.
Beckett then pulled out the small blue stone from her trouser pocket. It glowed softly in her hand. She set it down and stated where she wanted to go "Stardate 4523.3, USS Enterprise 1701."
The store glowed brighter until it flashed, opening up a small portal to the other ship. Its corridors were empty, meaning the Ensigns could slip in undetected.
"Ready to do science stuff?" Mariner asked Tendi.
She bounced in excitement, nodding rapidly. Mariner was the first to step into the portal. She felt slight tingles all over her body as she popped out on the other side. The Enterprise looked much different than the ships of her time. The lights had colored tints, and more equipment was exposed. Rutherford came out of the portal next, slightly dizzy but extremely excited to see such an old ship. Tendi and Boimler followed. Once through the portal, it returned to its original gem form.
Boimler slowly stood up, trying to shake off how dizzy he felt. "I feel so stiff and kinda cheap too,"
"You look different," Rutherford pointed out
"Oh god! Am I phasy again?!?"
"No, but your eyes look smaller," Tendi looked at all of them. "We all look kinda different."
"Probably some stupid time travel stuff, come on, let's got find some Tribbles!" Mariner shoved the gem in her pocket and started down the hallway, followed by the other four.
Soon, they came to the main corridor that was bustling with people. The women styled their hair in extravagant bumps and wore earrings. Most wore minidresses, a popular style in the 2260s, but a couple wore the tunic style uniform, just as Mariner was. The sound of boots tapping filled the hallway, and the gold rank bands on the officer sleeve sparkled among the sea of yellow, red, and blue. Perhaps the most striking thing, however, was the lack of aliens. The vast majority of the officers were human, a stark contrast from how diverse the Cerritos was.
Suddenly, Mariner stopped and motioned to the other three to get against the wall. From just around the corner, two very famous Starfleet officers could be heard.
"Is that Kirk?" Boimler asked
Mariner nodded, feeling just as excited as the rest of them but doing an excellent job of hiding it. Kirk and Spock were speaking with someone through the communication unit.
"Bridge to Captain Kirk." A young man with a Russian accent spoke.
"Kirk here." The captain responded
“Mister Baris is waiting on channel E to speak to you, sir."
Mariners’ heart was beating fast. She may have acted like she didn't care, but she did grow up as a Starfleet brat, and though she may have seen Captain Kirk in a holodeck simulation, it wasn't the same as being a couple of feet away from him.
"Mister Baris is coming on." The young man spoke again.
"Yes, Mister Baris. What can I do for you?" Kirk’s voice was pleasant
"Kirk, this station is swarming with Klingons." A man by the name of Baris replied.
"I was not aware, Mister Baris, that twelve Klingons constitutes a swarm."
"Captain Kirk, I consider your security measures a disgrace. In my opinion, you have taken this entire..."
At this point, Boimler had lost focus on that conversation as his eyes drifted to the other side of the hallway. There, a man with a deeper voice and a tall woman spoke. Both looked as if they were doing routine maintenance. The woman kept glancing back at the captain and the first officer.
"I had no idea." The woman began
"What?" The man replied, fiddling with some machinery.
“He's so much more handsome in person. And those eyes."
"Kirk had quite the reputation as a ladies' man."
"Not him. Spock."
Boimler noticed that, just like him, they looked out of place. He continued to listen.
"I can't believe you don't at least want to meet Captain Kirk."
"That's the last thing on my mind."
"Oh, come on, Benjamin. Are you telling me you're not the tiniest bit interested in meeting one of the most famous men in Starfleet history?"
Benjamin? He thought as he slowly went through all the people he knew named Benjamin in his head.
Benjamin Anderson
Benjamin Taylor
Benjamin Sisko
Sisko!
It was Captain Sisko! And the woman next to him must be one of his crew members. Jadzia Dax, maybe? His face twisted in confusion. What was he doing in this time?
"Guys, look!" Boimler whispered and motioned his head to the other side of the hallway.
"Is that... Sisko?" Rutherford asked. "He looks different," he added, still getting used to how everything looked in this period.
"Two famous Starfleet Captains in one day?!?" Tendi bounced on her heels.
"Why is he here?" Boimler looked at Mariner.
"I don't know, something to do with a Tribble and a bomb,"
"A bomb?!"
She shrugged. "Relax, it's on the space station. We will stay on the ship,"
"How do you even know all this?"
"I have my ways,"
The Ensigns decided that it was time to get moving. They didn't want to create too much suspicion by huddling up against the wall. The halls were so crowded, Constitution-class ships were certainly packed, even without the hallway bedrooms of the Cerritos. The colored lights enthralled Tendi. She was so used to sterile fluorescent lights that the soft blues, purples, and yellows were dazzling. She had read about these types of ships, but reading about it and seeing it were two different things.
"Gosh, I love Constitution-class ships," Tendi said.
But there was no response. She twisted her head back and forth, slightly panicking that she had lost her other three friends. She wanted to yell out their names, but that would raise too many questions. She would have to silently slither through the confusing corridors of the ship to find them, all while looking natural. Looking back and forth one more time, she decided to continue forward. Turning down a hallway, she noticed that there was a turbolift at the end. Inside were two men. One was a bulkier man in a red shirt, while the other man with slicked-back hair wore blue with a single strip of gold on the bottom of his sleeve.
"Deck twenty-one. Deck twenty-one. I said, Deck twenty-one." The man in the red shirt said. He's getting more frustrated every time he spoke.
"Maybe if you said please." The other man replied
Tendi remembered from Rutherford’s conversation earlier that turbolifts were not entirely voice commanded at this time. She continued to walk towards the lift.
"Maybe it's jammed. Help me get this wall panel off." The redshirt was starting to open a panel when the disguised Orion walked in. She put one hand on the wall handle and crossed her fingers, on the other hand, hoping that this would work.
"Deck fifteen." She spoke, and the lift started to move. She breathed a secret sigh of relief.
"I won't tell anyone if you don't." The medical man, with a British accent, spoke.
"My lips are sealed."
"Guys, where's Tendi?" Rutherford asks, trying to find one of his best friends.
"Aw Sh*t, we must have lost her" Mariner looked some more. "Tend-"
Boimler clamped his hand against her mouth. "Are you insane? You wanna mess up history?"
"Ok, then how do you want to find her?"
"Constitution-class ships only held about 300 people, so it shouldn't be too hard to find her, especially compared to a Galaxy-class ship," Rutherford suggested.
All three realize that the only way to find their friend was to just walk through the halls and hope they stumble across her. They started down the aisle, maneuvering their way through the mass amounts of people. At one point, Beckett hit somebody with her elbow.
"Oh, sorry." She said
The woman smiled and replied. She was wearing an operations red dress, and her hair was teased on top of her head. Her sleeves bore lieutenant stripes. "It's ok," she said as she walked away. She was making baby noises at something in her hand.
Mariner craned her neck just enough to see that in the lieutenants’ arms was a small Tribble. "It can't be long now."
Tendi saw the first baby Tribble in one of the turbolifts she was taking back down. She was alerted when she heard soft sweet cooing on the other side of the lift, and she couldn't resist. She picked it up, so happy to see an unneutered baby Tribble. At first, she only saw one every once in a while. Maybe one would be stuck to a wall. Another was in an older doctor's hands, and he was scanning it with a tricorder. However, the amount started to multiply, and before she knew it, Tribbles were lining every single hallway. They came and all shapes and sizes. Some were white with gray spots, and some were a beautiful shiny Brown. They stuck to the walls and the ceiling, and cooing filled the hallway, along with the occasional screech when someone stepped on one.
She tried to resist the temptation and only grab one, but every time she turned around, she found herself face-to-face with another ball of fur, and soon she had an entire armful of Tribbles. Curiously, as she wandered about trying to find her three friends, she saw Sisko and that other female officer scanning Tribbles. Both looked frazzled. She realized that they were scanning for a bomb of sorts and remembered that Mariner said it was on the space station, not on the Enterprise.
Speaking of Mariner, she finally found her friends walking towards her in a hallway. The pep in her step grew as she walked towards them.
"They are so cute!" Tendi showed off her arm full of at least ten Tribbles.
"Let's get to a private room, watch how a Tribble gives birth, and then get back to our own time," Boimler continued. "I don't want any time travel shenanigans on my file. It's not very Captain-like."
"Oh please," Mariner replied, "you realize how much stuff was on Kirk's record?"
The four came across an empty meeting room. They all walked in, Rutherford closed the door, and Tendi set one of her many Tribbles on the table. With her pad on hand, she was ready to take notes.
Tribbles reproduce fast, so it was only a matter of time before the one on the table, which Tendi lovingly named Warpy, gave birth. The ball of fur soon went from cooing to screeching as it tensed up half its body. Soon from underneath the adult Tribble, baby Tribbles emerged. Tendi was so excited, but the other three just watched with confused and uncomfortable faces. After she finished taking notes, Boimler suggested they leave.
"I'm going to miss the blonde hair, but I can't wait to have my old body back," Tendi spoke as Mariner pulled out her blue gem.
"Tell me about it; my eyes are the same color as my skin. That can't be healthy," she replied
"Maybe people look like this because of issues with the older technology," Rutherford suggested.
Mariner spoke to the gem the time she wanted to go back to. The portal opened underneath them.
"No one's got any Tribbles, right?" Mariner asked.
All of them nodded, and Mariner was the first to jump through the portal. Rutherford followed, and then Boimler. Tendi turned around one last time to her Tribbles.
"Bye, Warpy," she spoke as she jumped through the portal.
"Much fu*king better" Mariner cracked her back in the Cerritos’ shuttle bay. Tendi glanced over her notes and deactivated her disguise. Beckett came over to her and wrapped an arm around her.
"You had fun?"
"So much, thanks" Tendi smiled.
"How about we change and get some tacos?" Beckett spoke as she walked towards the doors.
"Okie Dokie" Rutherford and the other two ensigns followed.
As they walked to the mess hall, Mariner spoke to Boimler, “Glad you could join us. Ya know, you actually look confident in that old uniform! And kinda charming.”
“Thank you, I feel confident” He did a cheesy smirk.
“Annnnd now it’s gone.” She said, trying to hide the slightest blush.
They continued to their bunks to change. Unknown to Boimler, however, was a small ball of fur stuck to his vintage uniform boots.
Three days later
Ransom woke up for his morning shift at the sound of his alarm. When he reached over to turn it off, he felt a ball of fur right on his alarm clock. Upon opening his eyes, he saw that Tribbles filled his entire room, all cooing.
"Who brought an unneutered Tribble on board!?"
#star trek#star trek tos#tos#star trek ds9#Ds9#lower decks#star trek lower decks#brad boimler#beckett mariner#d'vana tendi#samanthan rutherford#Boimler#Mariner#Tendi#Rutherford#james t kirk#kirk#Sisko#benjamin sisko#jadzia dax#Jadzia#miles o'brien#julian bashir#Bashir#jack ransom
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HPHM OC Profile ✧
Phoenix Nobleworth
" You're like a poisonous flower, Phoenix. Beautiful and inviting with all your colors and aromas and deadly force. "
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Full Name: Phoenix Lazar Nobleworth Silverwood
Nicknames: Pheny. Birdy (by some of his Hufflepuff friends). Nobleworth. Silverwood (by Snape out of spite).
Gender: Male.
Birthday: 12th of May, 1973.
Born: Deva, Transylvania, Romania.
Mother: Biological: Antonia Lazar, full Veela. Adoptive: Clarin (née Tramer) Silverwood.
Father: Biological: Emilian Nobleworth, Scottish, Half-Veela, Gryffindor. Adoptive: Palmer Silverwood.
Siblings: Jacob Silverwood (b. 1968), Indigo Silverwood (b. 1973).
Ethnicity: Romanian, Scottish.
Species: Veela.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
MBTI Type: IN(TorF)P-T (I can't decide, so he's both).
Blood Status: Half-blood (I think.)
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.
Appearance
Eyes: His eyes are a shade between green and blue with very light tones of lilac depending on the light. But due to his Veela powers he can change them into an shape or color he likes.
Hair: A light shade of golden blonde, wavy, usually grown below his chin. (At some point, he dyed a strand turquoise to impress his crush, I know, wild.)
Height: He's reasonably tall usually towering by little other boys, with long legs.
• He's got those handsome looks expected from a full Veela, structural face but round features give him a soft look. He's very strong despite his slim figure. His skin is pretty fair but he has a myriad of scars from past transformations.
• He's told he's a perfect mixture of his parents which gives him a friendly and suave look that easily turns authoritative and seductive when he uses his Veela powers of seduction.
Veela Form: Different from what's described in canon, I like to imagine Veelas having feathers that differ from people to people. Phoenix's feathers are fair golden with the inner side of his wing in shades of red, the feathers go up to the knees and elbows while hands and feet become bird-like with long black talons. His features and ears become sharper, and his teeth, fangs. His eyes turn silver-white when he turns by his will and bright yellow when forced to turn.
Transformation is hardly ever painless and he often hurts himself and takes longer to heal because of the Veela blood. Both spells and potions don't work as effectively, which is why he fights to control his temper, beyond the fact he can end up hurting somebody else.
Transformation occurs when he's either angry, instigated or when someone pulls out a string of his hair. Unless for the latter, he has partial control over his transformation/consciousness (nevertheless requiring practice and focus).
Magical Aspects
Wand: Pearwood with Veela hair core and an amber stone for stability, 14'' and flexibility. "Pearwood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous, and the wise, also among the most resilient." Veela's hair core is known to be temperamental — which is why Olivander had trouble making Phoenix's wand, having to insert molten amber to the torn wand for stability. The hair came from one shed by his mother which they used to keep stored for such use.
Patronus: Thunderbird. The Thunderbird is a large, magical avian beast native to North America. A close relative of the Phoenix. They can create storms as it flies and is highly sensitive to danger. They possess three pairs of powerful wings and have feathers that shimmer with cloud-like patterns.
Patronus memory: The day his wizard powers started presenting themselves — he stopped a sculpture from falling on his dad's head within a beat of his heart — and they had a real feast that night.
Veela Abilities: Beyond the popular ability to seduce - which really began when he turned 14 -, Veelas can also dwell and create fire from their hands in human form but requires training to control.
Boggart:
Penny (in specific because he hates to see her cry) holding his dead sister, hurt and bleeding, and hearing Penny say how could he have done that, because he's terribly afraid of losing his control and hurting Indigo.
Riddikulus: Penny tuns into Tonks and Indigo wakes up saying it was ketchup and makeup all along.
Amortentia: Regular burning candles, purple passionfruit, the smell of the house/apartment he lives in with his family, Peppermint tea, and the smell of fresh clay.
Once he gets over the fear of losing control somewhere around the end of his 4th year, his boggart in year 5 turns into Inferius versions of his parents after he learns about them in DADA, but even worse than described in the textbooks, with bugs crawling out of their mouths, a half-rotten dragon head on their lap and clothes stained with nearly black blood.
He has a hard time using Riddikulus on that one.
Miscellaneous
Pets: A Flama Squirrel (I made up from a real one), a magical squirrel that sets itself on fire when threatened, mostly predated by smaller breeds of dragons and Chimeras. The Flama's liver is commonly used in Erumpent potion with the intention of increasing its property but its lack doesn't spoil the potion, and their glands used to be common in perfumes for aphrodisiac fragrances until they started going extinct from excessive hunting.
Things he always carries with him: His wand, a chocolate bar, his favorite quill, a flask of water, and his class schedule cause he forgets them very often.
Lucky Amulets: A feather from his mom and another from his dad that he can wear on his hair and does on special occasions.
Best Friends
His sister, but as I did for her, I want to write their relationship in another post.
Aspen: Not only his cousin but also one of his best friends. Their personalities clash, her being outspoken and feral, and him being softer and more collected, yet they can't live without each other. He considers himself her protector, but from how savvy she is, it's her who ends up protecting him most times.
Boy!Rowan: His first Hufflepuff friend having met at the Hogwarts Express on their first ride. Rowan is his best friend and partner in crime. They usually spend time reading, walking open fields, and helping his sister with her plans of finding the cursed vault. Rowan supports him with tests and homework when his personal life gets overwhelming.
Chiara: They easily bond after he finds out her secret about being a werewolf, and they share support and help in times of instability. They like going out on picnics and to watch the creatures in the reserve. They actually enjoy dueling each other for fun, it's cute.
Penny: His first crush while still a boy in Hogwarts, he enjoys her company from her confidence and overall bright personality. Despite growing out of his affection for her, they're still good friends and enjoy each other's company. He offers a comforting shoulder when her relationship with her sister gets tricky.
Diego: He and Diego take a long time until they officially hit it off. Diego's personality being too grandiose and extroverted for Phoenix's taste. But as soon as he discovers that Aspen has a mad crush on him, goes out of his way to find out more about him, not trusting him to be a proper suitor for her. Despite his opinions, with time, their relationship evolves into a sincere friendship from Diego's good humor and adventurous heart.
Badeea: The one person he never thought he'd be friends with considering her intellectual (Ravenclaw-like) demeanor and collected attitude. But one day, when she gathers the courage to call him to pose for one of her paintings, he finds out she shared the exact same thoughts about him. Their friendship is quiet-like and profound, they share their thoughts about recent reads and go stargazing.
Orion: He first interacts with Orion when his sister joins the Gryffindor quidditch team and never he would've guessed how much Orion would mean to him. But with time he learns that Orion's presence is a suave and soothing one, and when he confronts Orion about how he can be that way, he decides to guide him into spiritual and mental balance. They meditate, chill and bond over shared experiences -- both being orphans, cool-headed, and deeply compassionate people.
Dormmates: It's him, Rowan, Diego, and two muggle-born boys, Lance and Edward, through which they learn a lot from the muggle world.
Academics
Favorite Classes:
History of Magic (when his friends are teaching)
Herbology
Ancient Runes*
Divination
Least Favorite:
Potions
Arithmancy
Favorite Professor: Minerva McGonagall. She's just so thoughtful and poise, the coolest animagus and the most powerful witch he knows.
Least Favorite: Snape for obvious reasons. He doesn't hate Snape but he also rather not be in his presence in potions class.
Quidditch: He cheers for Gryffindor when his sister is playing against the other houses, but his allegiance is to Hufflepuff. Imagine his excitement when Cedric Diggory joined the team and came down slaying with his abilities.
Yum,yum my Hufflepuffy boy, I love him. Can't wait to get into more detail about his past and romantic relationships.
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friends (part two)
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This… this is not fun.
He wants to be in bed with Marinette.
He wants to be under the thick covers on a cold and freezing morning and curl into her warmth and never leave. Is it the cat part of him, or the demon part of him that means this? After all, demons don’t like the cold— it burns through the hellfire that covers their soul and makes them all almost insufferable. His dad, too, is inconvenienced by any amount of freeze— he doesn’t get snippy but he’s seen the way that frown has transformed his father’s face into a disgruntled god.
But cats are no different, either— making it a habit to curl up in the warmest place and hide until it’s warm enough to move. Winters are hard for Chat when he’s not in hell, and Marinette always teases him for him retracting into his cat form almost for days at a time, trying to use his fur to keep the frost from seeping into his body. The cold and Chat Noir do not do so good.
Whatever it is that makes him hate this, he listens to it, souring his mood by thinking of all the things he’s missing without Marinette near.
Why hadn’t they just invited Marinette along? It’s not like she doesn’t ever come with them sometimes. She enjoys the experience of being on Luka’s boat, even if it is to collect ingredients on her own, and Chat Noir has always very much enjoyed her company. If Luka’s feeling up to it, which he often is, he goes collecting for her. Marinette’s list is never that long, given that she stocks up on everything she can get her hands on, but sometimes she’s in need of more.
Algae, rocks, a specific crystal that regrows every two weeks or so. Snails, any bottom-feeders that Luka can lure and trap for her, and definitely whatever type of ocean or lake plant she’s looking for. Every time Luka resurfaces with a new item, Marinette is so quick to smile and so quick to thank him, turning and spinning around on the deck to show Chat the new item before she puts it in a jar for storage.
But without her, this whole fishing moment is just… exhausting.
Truly, of all things he’s done in the past week and a half— this takes the cake as both the most mundane and the most unnecessary thing to do.
He’s built fence posts, he’s seen his mother and almost passed out from dehydration— he’s seen his father and gotten his whole world tilted onto its side and backwards— not to mention the bite marks and suture in his skin. He’s kissed Marinette— done more than just that, actually— and finds himself rubbing at the tattoo on his chest the more and more he thinks about being away from her. The seal burns purple against his hand, reminding him that he’s far from his witch’s magic, and that his entire body and soul misses her.
Today’s fishing is just too much.
Luka agrees with him— he knows it— because the naga’s eyes are closed as the sun beats down on their shoulders, warming their skin and bodies to the point of laziness. Chat can barely keep his eyes open, looking out to the lake, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier as the sun continues to bake them alive.
Just their luck. The two people who struggle the most to focus when there’s a patch of sun are now subjugated to an entire afternoon of it— what he wouldn’t give to just transform into his cat form and lounge for the rest of the day, yearning to be in his witch’s lap as she pets through his fur.
“Why is it so sunny?” Chat complains into the silence, trying not to close his eyes for too long. This is perfect napping weather— all he has to do is just rest his head and… “Of all days for it to be ridiculously sunny.”
“It’s good for the festival,” Luka answers, looking just as out of it as he is. It’s laughable, of course, that a water creature such as Luka would absolutely go frozen stiff at the prospect of baking under the sun. Even though he’s not a snake— or at least, that’s what Luka always argues whenever he brings it up— he certainly acts like one. He looks ready to lay down and coil up, let his blood be warmed up by the sun, and stay that way for days.
“What’s going on with the weather this week?” He sniffs, not exactly stopping himself from laying back down on the deck of Luka’s boat. The Liberty doesn’t even budge under their weight— she’s a solid, heavy barge that is more long than tall— it offers barely any protection from the elements coming from the sky. It’s a floating platform, essentially, which is perfect for nagas who frequently spend most of their time in the water and have a tough time climbing up the sides of their boats from how slippery they are— and the boat is also long enough to house a superfluous amount of nagas, as well as their long tails comfortably, should they feel the need to curl up instead of letting their tails hang off the boat.
And it fits the fish as well.
Lots and lots of barrels of fish.
“The constellations are starting to move.” Luka answers, almost sounding a bit too serious. The tip of Luka’s tail sways in the water with the gentle current that is too soft to genuinely make a dent in the barge’s lazy course to the middle of the lake. His plumes open instinctually wherever his tail meets the water— a sway of fins that only come out when there is enough moisture. He is more sea serpent this way, than an actual snake— and his tail glitters with sparks of gold underneath the clear water. Fish swim by next to him, curious as to whose fins are swaying like a tree in a breeze, and Chat Noir admits— even if it’s to himself and safely away in his head— that he understands why nagas consider themselves sea serpents instead of just snakes. “There’s a celestial storm coming. Did you not know?”
“This sounds like a horoscope,” Chat doesn’t let the idea settle into his head. “Celestial storm? Don’t pull at my tail, Luka. You won’t believe that my parents are gods, but you’ll believe in celestial storms?”
He snorts. “No one believes you when you say your parents are two divinities.”
“At least it’s more believable than hearing you talk about how a ‘ tornado will come from Orion—’ or ‘ an earthquake has been predicted because of Antares—’”
Luka smiles good-humouredly. “Idiot, nothing of that sort. Naga use constellations to guide themselves across the sea, you pruned lion.”
“‘Pruned lion’,” Chat mutters, resting his clawed hands against his chest. Rubbing and rubbing and rubbing away at the seal. “I’ll show you a ‘pruned lion’.”
“There’s not much paper we can use on the sea. Clay is a good substitute, but they’re too heavy when using as maps, so we navigate by using stars. We can tell when stars aren’t in their place,” Luka continues, as if he’s barely heard him. “And they are most definitely not in their places. Just last night, eight northern constellations moved closer south.”
Chat’s feet dangle off the edge of the platform that makes the Liberty, and his toes sink into the water. It’s lukewarm, heated by the sun that beats down and down and down, but much easier and cooler than the damp and still air above.
He has half a mind to dunk himself body and whole into the water just to cool off, but knows that his hair will dry in the shape of a dandelion if he does that, so it’s a stern no. There’s no way in hell he’s going to worry about how his hair dries while trying to fish with a naga by his side. Besides, getting ready for the festival will take him a lot longer if he has to tame his hair— he doesn’t mind getting brushed by Marinette when she corners him, but his fur usually snags into knots and it’s painful. “Fine, fine. I believe you— you don’t need to get all technical on me. I’ve just never heard of a celestial storm before.”
“Probably not, since you don’t need to use stars to see like we do. The celestial storm just brings indication that there will be a large magical gathering soon— it’s nothing inherently serious.”
Interesting. “You mean like the festival?”
“Exactly. It’s something to be cautious of, that’s all— it just ends up confusing lots of naga who are trying to travel somewhere new for the first time. There might be a lot more naga at the festival than usual, since the stars are pointing in this direction.”
“That’s not too bad— no one has anything against your kind, anyway. Witches and magic-users from all places are coming here to see the infamous Ladybug, after all— they want to get her good wishes on behalf of my mother— so it’s not like a big deal to see more of you.”
There’s laughter in his voice. “‘The one who can cast good fortune on even the sick and the dying’, yes, I know. But unfortunately, no— the magical gathering isn’t the reason for the stars warping. It’s something bigger than that. Bigger than her. Constellations only move when sages or gods show up.”
Well. Well well well. He doesn’t really need to think about it, now does he?
“How long have they been moving?”
“They only started four days ago.”
“Have they shifted back?”
“No.” Chat doesn’t need to look at him to know that there’s a question forming on his face. He knows Luka too well by now. “Your questions are oddly specific for someone that never heard of this storm before.”
“Well, good to hear. You don’t need to worry about all that— but thank you for the confirmation.” He spreads his good arm out as far as he can reach it. He ends up hitting Luka in the chest, and the naga hisses out, startled— but other than that, they match each other by slowly cooking in the heat. Luka’s heartbeat is slow against his palm, and Chat has no real reason to pull away, so he just leaves it there on his jacket. “Everything will go back to what it once was after the festival.”
“I thought you said you didn’t believe in horoscopes. Why are you fortune-telling?”
“Because my dad isn’t going to set the festival on fire just because he’s up here.” Maybe. There’s a strong likelihood he won’t, given that he’s already caused too much mischief.
“Right, right. Your ‘father’. You think Plagg is here?”
“The stars said so, didn’t they?” He flashes a smile, even though they’re not making eye contact. It’s instinctual to try to get a rise out of the man sitting next to him. “Relax. I won’t let him set fire to things— Marinette’s been making all of those charms for the past three months, it won’t go to waste.”
“Remind me to get a handful of them, since I’m going to be spending most of it next to you,” The driest thing in the world is hearing Luka’s voice go flat. “The last thing I need is to catch fire from your terrible luck.”
“Wh— rude. I don’t have bad luck, that’s just a myth— but I’ll gladly walk underneath a ladder for you in order to give you what you deserve. Anyway, I thought you were going to find yourself someone new to fancy? What was the whole point of the molting?”
“The two people that I actually cared to court are currently taken. I’m not disappointed, but I’m rather bored of humans otherwise.” Luka’s breath deepens as if he’s falling asleep at the idea of spending that much energy finding someone else. “If someone were to approach, I’ll at least give them the benefit of listening, but you won’t find me looking for new people.”
“You’d make a good familiar to whatever witch shows up to you tonight,” Chat oof!s hard when Luka’s hand does the exact same and hits him on the chest. He snorts on instinct, thinking a second or two longer on the idea. “Do you have an animal form like I do?”
“I’d rather not tell you, just in case you get ideas. But I would hope that she would like me for more than just a pet, unlike Marinette.”
He ignores his comment. “Most magic users can create some sort of animal form for themselves, no? Humans can’t, but I’m sure a naga could. Are you sure you don’t have a snake form?”
“I’m still not telling you the answer.”
“I’m imagining a faceless witch wearing you like a scarf as she brews,” For some reason, he imagines a white snake wrapped around a neck, even though Luka’s tail is very much blue. “You’d be happy getting to laze around while your lady works.”
“I should give it a try with Marinette one day. You wouldn’t mind sharing, would you, kitty-cat? After all, she doesn’t mind sharing you with me.”
“Funny.” He tries his best not to laugh, but he’s weak to the comedy of this whole day. It’s beyond painful to keep the laughter in, of how this day has been just another bizarre domino in the whole scheme of the week.
“It’s good to hear you laugh,” Luka sighs. “I was beginning to worry you actually hated me. Ever since this morning you’ve been snippier to me than usual— you’re not actually worried I pose a threat of some kind, do you?”
Wait. “Are you insecure?”
“You two are my closest friends.” Luka doesn’t meet his eyes when Chat lifts up from his spot to look down at him with furrowed brows. “After Adrien passed, I didn’t have many people, you know.”
Wait. “Hold on, you knew Adrien that well?”
“I didn’t know you knew who that was.” Luka raises a brow.
“Marinette talks about him.” Never mind the other things…
“He was my first friend when I was very young.” He shrugs, still giving Chat the stink eye like he doesn’t actually believe him. “Naga aren’t as scary as people think, but humans are prejudiced to their own kind all of the time, so it’s not hard to believe that they won’t be to nonhumans too. Adrien brought me into the friend group before he got sick.”
Adrien, Adrien, Adrien. Always Adrien, isn’t it? “Was he the closest friend you had?”
“Probably. Nino and I were always really good friends, back in the day. But Marinette and I got rather close after Adrien’s passing. I would see her almost every day if I decided to stay nearby.”
Oh. Oh. “No wonder you were so uncomfortable with the idea of her moving a demon into her house.”
His eyes go flat. “A girl I liked suddenly bringing a demon home? Anyone would’ve been worried.”
Chat can’t force himself to stop chuckling. “I guess I can see why you were… not the nicest person to me at first.”
“She’s never been afraid of you, but I think that just made me even more worried.” Luka gestures towards Chat’s direction, as if that helps explain better. “It doesn’t take much brainpower to realize what a Ladybug needs a Chat Noir for. Forgive me for not buying the little nonchalant act between the two of you, but I can read the little pearl like the back of my hand, after all.”
“So you know about the miraculous cure.”
“Yes. Anyone with reading eyes can put two and two together, kitty-cat. Information isn’t kept that hushed about it.”
He ignores the needling smile gracing Luka’s features. “How well exactly did you know Adrien?”
“Well enough to know that his sickness was strange. His death was stranger. The smell on Marinette’s clothes was horrid, when she’d ran into me in the woods while stricken with grief and crying. We were all terrified by it, obviously, but Marinette seemed to be the most affected— probably because she was the one to try to see him the day he died. Nino, Marinette, and I were the most affected.” He sighs. “I don’t think Nino’s ever actually talked about it that much, but they were best friends.”
“Smell.” Chat winces. “What smell?”
“Same smell that’s coming off your stitches on your arm. I recognize the smell of hellfire anywhere, it sticks to my nose for weeks. I’ll never forget the first time I smelled it sticking to Marinette’s clothes.” Luka laughs bitterly. “Running down the path in the woods towards the ocean like she was crazed. Death clinging to her dress like she was his daughter.”
“Hellfire. You smelled hellfire? Are you sure?”
Luka’s looking at him curiously, now. “I’m positive. What’s on your mind?”
Adrien’s room had been covered with the smell of… hellfire? That’s just further proof that something definitely happened— one more thing pointing to his own relation to Adrien. One more damning evidence that his past life could be tied to Marinette’s wish. If only he could get his memories back to actually prove it as fact, though…
He flattens his ears across his head, looking back out on the water. “Don’t— don’t mention this to anyone what I’m about to tell you. Promise me you won’t. This can’t start a crowd.”
Luka’s eyes turn to gold as he squints. “Of course.”
“Marinette and I found out that there could’ve been foulness in his death. Odor or otherwise.”
The naga pauses. “Are you saying a demon of some kind could’ve been the reason for the smell?”
“I don’t want to tell you something only for it to be wrong later, but the basic answer is that Adrien most likely didn’t die from an illness after all.” He licks his lips.
“You’re saying that Adrien’s father might have summoned a demon for some reason?”
“No. I have no idea what it could be, but, if there was hellfire involved, there’s definitely something to do with hell in this poor boy’s death. We don’t have all of the information yet, but I think it’s a little bit more difficult than just pointing fingers.”
Luka’s quiet for a long time. There are gears turning in his head too, no doubt, trying to piece together all of the information. “Gabriel could… most likely be at the festival tonight.”
His head snaps up. “What? He will?”
“A couple of my kind saw his ship sailing close by the shore and where our dens are. He left— or, rather, fled, now that there’s an implication that he could’ve been responsible for something to do with Adrien— town years ago, and never came back. It’s been completely silent from him, deciding to even move countries, but I think he’s here for a blessing of some kind by a Ladybug.”
“Shit.”
“Agreed.”
“Shit.”
Luka sighs. “It’s just speculation, of course. I have no idea if he even knows that Marinette is Ladybug, never mind the fact that he might not be stopping by after all. He could just be here to visit family friends, and is using the festivities as a genuine and good excuse. What will you two do? Confront him?”
“I don’t know.” Chat answers honestly. “I genuinely don’t know. My dad doesn’t know much of the story, either— and he’s usually on top of his game on paying attention to these types of things, but got distracted the day it all happened. It’s not often you hear of a human getting caught in the crossfire of hell matters— but we’re all stumped, so it’s not like we can pin it directly on Gabriel with no reason. I’m going to need more information.”
Luka is surprisingly not as agitated with the whole thing as he’d expected. He’d expected surprise, or confusion, not genuine contemplation like he is now. The naga hums at the back of his throat, attempting to piece things together himself. “Do you think Adrien is still out there, maybe?”
“Well… He’s not dead,” Well. Are demons considered alive in the first place? Is this a moral or philosophical question? At what point is Chat Noir even considered alive? And if he really was Adrien, would he consider Adrien to be dead in this case? Rebirthed as Chat Noir? His head hurts. “As far as we know. Maybe in a sort of limbo state. What a mess.”
“This sounds a lot more confusing than I thought it would be. I can’t imagine this is any easy on the two of you. Adrien was my best friend and it’s hurting me to hear about it, I can’t imagine what it’s doing to the little witch.”
“She’s been… a little bit confused about it, too. I can’t wait for the festival and get her to relax about it— yesterday it was nonstop. The both of us, honestly, need to stop thinking about this for just a bit. You and I should keep an eye out for Gabriel just in case. I don’t know what he looks like, but, anything that’ll get us closer to the truth I’ll do it.”
But Luka’s smile is kind, and Chat can sense he’s trying to skirt the subject away and get him to think of other things. “Sure. I didn’t have plans, anyway, so that’s fine. And I’m sure you two managed to distract each other at some point yesterday, right?”
“By the grace of my mother,” Chat mutters under his breath. “This entire week has been monstrous to us, Luka. Every day has been a discovery, I don’t even know what to do or how to handle it. Not to mention that even my father thinks you and I are a good match together, did you know that? The amount of years I’ve aged each day in this disaster of a week would’ve turned a human into dust by now.”
Luka turns, belly-side down, hiding away his pale under-scales in favor of showing his long blue-and-diamond-patterned back. He ends up dunking more of his tail into the water, and those ghost-like fins blossom from underneath his scales like a billowing sheet. The water is hazy from all the glittering gold and those glossy, feathery fins. “Perhaps I’ll listen more often to what you have to say about your family, after all. Is he truly the king of the underworld?”
“Shut up,” Chat really can’t stop himself from laughing, because he doesn’t have any emotional handle on any of this. “If you have any luck, you might see him visit the festival and actually find out. Maybe I’ll have all my friends meet him, so that you all can stop making fun of me when I say it.”
“What in the world is the king doing here?”
“Visiting his son, you noodle.” He slips his eyes shut.
Ah, this is more natural territory for them both, isn’t it? He can almost feel how easy it is for the two of them to slip back into banter. “Careful, now. You’re implying that I’m tasty.”
“And also very easily chewable, what do you think about that?” He’s bit into Luka’s tail a few times, and each time he’s felt how the muscles had shifted under those hard scales. It’s amazing his teeth can even penetrate the scales from how genuinely hardened they are, but he supposes that anything is possible with a jaw strength like his. He cracks back open one of his eyes, looking at Luka, who continues to just look at him with humor swimming on his face. “Hey, how come you aren’t fishing?”
“I am fishing, you idiot.”
“Bullshit. Where’s your fishing pole?”
“I’m not fishing with a pole today.”
“What?” This gets Chat Noir to sit back up, looking around. He blinks hard in the sunlight, willing his eyes to focus without hurting his vision. His pole at the far end of the barge is completely still, resting in a small divot carved into the boat, the fishing wire still swaying with nothing grabbing onto the bait. He narrows his eyes at the single pole, looking around for Luka’s, which is no doubt somewhere on the boat, only to come up with nothing. “Have you been using your net this entire time?”
“And if I have?”
“I thought we said no fishing with nets this time.”
“We said no fishing with Marinette this time.” Luka’s eyes are absolutely vibrant and gold as Chat Noir turns to look back at him in the eyes. He looks a little bit more awake than he does, but that’s probably because Luka’s cooling off in the water with most of his body in it, while Chat continues to bake. “You and I get too distracted around the little pearl, you especially more now. And the festival needs fish— the last time I went pole fishing with you, I got a hook stuck in my dorsal fin.”
“That was your own fault, noodle.”
“Again with calling me tasty,” Luka sighs. “Honestly, Chat Noir, it’s a miracle Marinette’s fallen in love with you when you’re so keen on flirting with me, instead.”
“At least I don’t injure myself while flirting with her, and don’t realize that my hook was next to one of my fins before trying to cast out my line.” He rolls his eyes. He remembers the nasty gash, and how the translucent fin had bled for what looked like to be far too long for a simple cut, and how Marinette had spent so long carefully stitching the feathery membranes back together with suture, willing for the fins to heal. There’s a scar still left behind on that fin, but it’s hard to see unless he’s close enough to really look at the little veins and how they’re slightly wobbly.
Luka snorts. “Of course, of course.”
“That’s what you get for flirting with my Lady.”
“So childish. You’d think I’d be allowed to talk to a good friend of mine without her familiar puffing up his chest.” Luka sighs, unraveling his jacket on the waist. The pearls on his sleeves shine all sorts of colors as his shoulders shift, and he folds the garment carefully with his long claws. Every bead is delicately sown in, and he knows that Marinette has obsessively looked over the pattern work, as well as the stitchwork, with amazement and gluttony.
Would she be happy if he bought a naga jacket for her? Maybe in a dark red color, or a white as similar as Luka’s and a red sash? Something pearlescent, though— a plain white jacket wouldn’t match the paleness of her skin. It would look as if she’s wearing nothing at all.
“Loverboy, I’m going to go check up on my net. Stop swimming in your thoughts and focus on fishing. Cast yours as well, won’t you?”
He registers that he’s been drifting off into thought, rubbing at his tattoo across his chest, still thinking of her. He thinks about what Luka’s said for a little while, trying to remember if he’d been making a point, only to realize: “I didn’t bring mine.”
“Use my spare, then.” Luka laughs. “I’ll be back in a second— try not to get lonely, kitty-cat, okay?”
Luka slips off the boat entirely with a gentle splash noise. Chat watches with mild interest as Luka’s long and elaborate tail starts to plume again, filling out with all sorts of fins now that he’s entirely in the water, disappearing under the boat into the shade where no doubt many fish are hiding. He reminds Chat very dimly of a betta fish, with how gentle and fanish the fins are. No doubt that naga are incredibly good hunters in the water, but Chat Noir can’t help but wonder why they look so delicate and so easily tearable once they’re subjected to a humid environment.
He looks back to the empty barrels behind him with a sigh. Maybe his mother will bless him with good fortune, although, in all honesty— it’s doubtful. Very doubtful. He’s just going to have to do this by hand, it seems, to which he sends a quick prayer to his father— hopeful that instead of blessing him with good luck, he gives Luka enough bad luck for him to win.
And maybe he’ll be able to stop thinking of it for a few more minutes, too.
She finally finishes with the first stack of charms when Alya ends up knocking on the door. There’s a breeze gentle enough to kiss her cheeks brushing up against the windows— she’s let the panels of the house open enough to catch the draft. It’s light, as gentle as a cloud against her skin as she works, and barely stirs the fire from its slow attempt to reignite from the coals. The breeze is good for her heart, she supposes— every once in a while stopping in her attempt to complete her task in order to bask in how content she feels.
Her heart is full.
Of thoughts of Chat Noir, of thoughts of them, of thoughts of being happy. The thoughts she hadn’t given the chance to breed and fester are suddenly in full swing in her chest and mind, allowing her to gaze longingly out the window, wondering about him. There are many things to do in order to get the festival up and ready, and many of them will have to be done at the fields on the other side of town, but she’s certain that she’ll be able to finish a second or third stack of charms before she has to slip out of the cottage and go start the physical preparations.
Alya’s here to collect her, no doubt, just like Luka had said she would.
She’s brought Nino along, too, and Marinette is quick to grin and pull the two close enough to smother them into her shoulders. “Hello!”
“Hello there, Mari!” Nino twirls her, pressing their foreheads together. As like many people in her life, Nino is much taller than her— he makes up for it by bending his back as much as possible to be at her height. “I haven’t seen you in so long. How have you both been?”
“We’ve been well,” She laughs, cupping his cheeks with her hands. He lets her, eyes squinting behind his glasses, looking at her with friendly affection. “Much much better now, recently. The rain finally letting up is much better for the farm— oh, but I’ve missed you both. When was the last time we spoke?”
“Far too long.” He muses, breaking away enough to allow Alya to crush her into another hug. Her friend’s arms are warm, and comforting, and so definitely sweet. Living in the cottage away from town is mostly good, and allows her to work on her potions in peace— but it doesn’t allow her to see her friends as much as she wants to. The two of them are always so busy running their tavern, and renovations to Marinette’s own shop have made her daily check-in to their eatery almost impossible. “Where is Chat? Don’t think I forgot about him— I haven’t seen him in forever, either. Where is that cat?”
“Out fishing with Luka, unfortunately. They’re at the lake, if you’d like to go join them?”
“Absolutely not,” Nino breaks out into laughter as he unlaces his boots. “The last thing I need is to be caught in the crossfire between the two of them. It’s usually fine, I enjoy their banter and their desperate attempts to find reasons to touch each other without making it weird, but I’m trying to look my best for the festival.”
“And I’m sure you can’t do that when you’re in the middle of getting your hair scorched off.” Marinette can’t stop laughing.
“You and everyone else,” Alya rolls her eyes, letting go of her so she can breathe and not cough into her sleeve. Alya hugs like she has a vendetta. “What are you trying to look good for, anyway?”
“The more presentable I look, the more likely people are willing to give us tips in the end, my dearest.” He waggles his brows. Oh, the two of them are so lovely— Marinette watches with a yearning and heartful gaze as Nino bends Alya back in his arms, dipping her low, a firm arm underneath her waist. Even with only one shoe on, and his feather in his cap dangling dangerously low to brushing against their faces through the entire action, he’s nothing short of having heart eyes for the woman in his arms instead of dissolving into giggles like Marinette is. “I may be a good player, but we all know that only the truly most handsome get the money at the end of the day.”
“Then it’s good fortune for us that I have the most handsomest man in the world by my side,” Alya smiles so warmly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Oh, the two of them— Marinette is helpless to give a little sigh at how perfect the two of them are. “We’ll be rich in no time.”
Love. Love love love.
By far one of the most important things that Marinette has ever been able to witness firsthand is the way the two of them look at each other— her heart is ready to explode. She hasn’t touched the cookies in a couple of days, still trying to get the bitter taste of love sick out of her mouth and away, and looking at the cookies gives her a slight nausea, but the core principle is still there.
Love.
She’s so giddy and warm.
“Oh! Come on, come into the house for breakfast, join me at the table. I’ll get a new pot of tea out, does that sound good?” It’ll be good for her, too— it’s a good thing she has those herbs on hand, or else she would be worried about any developments in her body she isn’t ready to have— the problem now, of course, will be to make sure neither of them pick up on her dropping additional leaves into her cup. Alya is persistent and keen and notices just about everything there is to notice, which means that unless she’s genuinely distracted by Nino, it’ll be impossible to dissuade her from asking questions.
Marinette readies herself, turns to the kitchen, and beckons the two of them to finish unlacing their boots while sitting the iron kettle on the oven to heat.
“Awh, I’m sorry, Mari. We’ve already eaten breakfast,” Nino has to help Alya, of course, because her petticoats are far too long and her stays are too thick with boning for her to bend properly for her feet.
“Oh? That’s alright. I think I have something you both will enjoy snacking on while I continue working on my stuff.” Marinette grins when they finally make it to the table. She moves the charms away and clears most of the space for there to be enough room for the three of them— she drops the unfinished charms into a corded bag, for now, tying the little string. “So. Do you remember the lover cookies?”
“Do I? The same cookies that made Nino realize that he did, in fact, have feelings for me?”
“Hard to imagine a time that you two didn’t date,” Marinette giggles. “But yes, those exactly.”
“I always knew I loved you,” Nino pouts. “My problem was I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Telling me ‘I love you’ would’ve been enough, you know.”
“How was I supposed to know that?” Nino sighs. “We were all so caught up with the loss of Adrien that I didn’t know how to do anything.”
Marinette stops wiping at the table with her apron. Alya and Nino always remind her that she’s not the only one who misses their old friend. She never wanted to bring Adrien back because of her love— she wants to bring him back for everyone’s sake. Luka, Nino, Alya— their friends miss him. So dearly and so much— and talk about him as if he’s simply moved town, instead of being gone forever— but she’s never actually… explained that she plans on bringing him back. And now with the complicated mess of Chat Noir possibly being Adrien…
Oh, her head hurts. Just when she thought she could survive five more minutes not thinking about this tangled web. It’s as difficult to navigate as Plagg’s magic.
“Right, yes— I remember.”
“Mari?” Alya tilts her head, looking at how she massages her temples. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes— yes I’m okay. I just wish he were here.” Marinette smiles small, trying her best to ignore the way the seals on her ears burn. The two of them look at her with knowing gazes— they know she’s consumed some of the cookies herself. What they don’t know is that her heartache is actually pointing in an entirely different direction… or, perhaps, the same direction after all— just the person has a different name now. “I miss his laughter. I miss him— so I made lover honey cookies a couple of days ago, but I’m still in the process of making more, along with the charms. Would you two like to try them?”
Nino looked pained. “Are you making them for the festival?”
“Just in honor of our friend,” Marinette shares a private smile with herself. “It was his favorite, after all. It’s almost been ten years since he’s been gone.”
Alya’s eyes widen, looking down at the plate that Marinette puts in front of her with wide eyes. “Oh, how interesting. A cat shape?”
“Chat’s idea,” Marinette eagerly waits for them to try some, smiling a little bit wider. The cookies don’t snap in their mouths— still moist enough and sweet enough that it’s more of a chew than a crunch. The two of them hum appreciatively as Marinette takes a bit of time to pat off her apron clean of dirt. “What do you two think? Still good?”
“This tastes wonderful.” Alya sighs. “How is it that you make things taste like a whole fantasy? I feel like I’m biting into a cloud.”
“Guess it’s just part of my luck,” She giggles. “What do you think, Nino?”
“I think that, if I weren’t already with Alya, I’d confess my love to her on the spot all over again.” Nino’s face pinks. “This cookie is so strong. Did Chat try some?”
“He did.” She tries to hide her blushing and focuses instead on some dried-up flour on the edge of the table. “We both got love sick from all the cookies we ate. We probably ate a whole batch and a half, honestly— don’t do it. You’ll get overwhelmed with love.”
Alya hums with the cookie in her mouth, sharing a look with Nino. “Oh, really?”
“There’s no need to act all mysterious,” She shies, hiding her hands behind her, wringing her fingers through the laces of her apron. She looks to the single fire lily in the vase, how beautiful the blossom’s orange petals are, smiling to herself. “The cookies don’t make you feel love, but rather just amplify the feeling, and you two definitely know that. It wasn’t hard to put the context of his purring together with why we were getting overwhelmed.”
“Y—” Their eyes widen. Alya gasps. “So— he— you—”
Are there stars in her eyes? It feels like there are stars in her eyes. “We… talked about it.”
And other things. Lots of other things. Where was that bag of herbs, again?
“Chat Noir finally managed to confess?” Nino has to sit down from shock. “Holy hell!”
She sets out three tea trays, ignoring the way Alya looks at her knowingly when she sprinkles ginger root into one of the porcelain cups. Alya will accost her for that one later, that much is certain. “Wait, you— uhm. You knew?”
“Everyone does! Everyone knows that your familiar’s affections for you are much more than just friendly. Chat Noir has always— always— had his eyes on you, and has never concealed it.” Alya rolls her eyes. There’s a glitter in her smile, something that wasn’t there before, just proving to Marinette that she is absolutely going to get hounded the moment the two of them are alone. “I didn’t even need gossip for that one. His eyes follow you everywhere.”
“Oh. So, everyone, huh?” She blushes.
“Anyone with eyes can tell, yes.” Alya takes a seat next to Nino. She grabs for another cookie, nibbling on the tail, “Everyone could tell your affections for him, too. I was hoping something good would come out of it. Good to see that everything is well, in the end!”
“So are you two… together?” Nino doesn’t let Marinette steam behind her hands for very long. “Actually actually?”
“Uhm— well— I hope so. I think so. We talked about it—” Alya’s snorts cut her off, hiding a ‘yeah, and more’ under her breath. Marinette steams harder. “Uhm— and I really do think we’ll be together for a long time.”
“Is that even allowed for demons?”
“I don’t think we’re breaking any rules,” She rubs at her earlobes. Yet another thing to consider… “Uhm. Maybe I’ll have to talk to him about it. Who knows? He could be fine, considering his father—”
“Is 'the king of hell'.” Alya curls her smile. “And so, with a kiss, Marinette has accepted his propaganda.”
They have no idea how confusing it gets, do they? To know that Chat Noir could absolutely be telling the truth, and furthermore— the shenanigans that Plagg caused? She snorts behind a hand, thinking of how to even begin breaching the topic of a god stopping by to prank a witch and his demon son. Even if he really isn’t the king of hell, he’s certainly showing that he’s living up to the name… she can’t stop giggling. “Let’s hope he’s telling the truth. Why don’t you two enjoy some more cookies while I work on more of my charms? Or should we go to the field now?”
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Secrets 4
Harry Potter AU Marauders ERA
Link to Chapter 3
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader
Rating; M - abuse and delicate subjects. Trigger warning
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James was completely surprised by the words that came out of Regulus’ mouth. At first, he didn’t believe it. Regulus Black being a double agent. That was laughable. James honestly expected Regulus to be dead or killed off by Voldemort after the “real” got going. Regulus wasn’t brave and it would take a lot to convince James otherwise.
Regulus wasn’t an idiot. He had picked up on James’ feelings without having to put much thought into it. From his place, by your side, Regulus scowled at James.
“Ask Dumbledore if you don’t believe me...or don’t. Whatever you want to do, the choice is yours. Besides, your feelings don’t matter to me. I only care about Y/n. The rest of you can go kick rocks.”
Regulus wouldn’t meet his brother’s gaze. You, yourself, had to look away from Sirius. It didn’t take you being so close to him to know that Regulus’ words hurt Sirius. You had been there when Sirius was drunk and upset over his brother. Now Regulus’ still bitter resentment toward Sirius was painfully clear. Part of you often wondered if Regulus was still angry over Sirius leaving home and this statement answered it.
You gently slid your hand onto Regulus’. His cold eyes didn’t move to you for a moment. They were still locked on James as if daring your brother to make a move. Regulus would have been thrilled for any reason to hex your brother. He didn’t care how angry or upset that it made you.
“Regulus, James...both of you stop. This isn’t fair to Y/n. She cares for each of you and you’ll have to find some way to deal with it.”
Sirius said, calmly. Regulus smirked before snuggling closer to you. He kept his eyes on James in almost a cat-like manner. James shook his head and muttered something under his breath before suddenly looking pleased.
“He has to get along with Remus too.”
Regulus tensed. The anger and jealousy that he felt toward the werewolf returned like a brick to the back of the head. Regulus hadn’t forgotten that night at the bar. He hadn’t forgotten hearing you say that you loved Remus.
“Enough, James. Regulus, come with me.”
You stood and tugged the younger Black brother to his feet. He reluctantly followed you into your bedroom and slammed the door.
“Do you love him? The werewolf…”
Regulus said, coldly. You sighed. It was going to take some time for Regulus to let go of some of the prejudices that had been drilled into his head since childhood.
“Remus is one of my friends. I love him as a friend. My love for you is different.”
You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Regulus was still tense. He didn’t relax into your touch as you had hoped. Regulus kissed back but it felt extremely formal. You shook your head before resting against his shoulder.
“Let me love you again, Regulus. I want to love you the way that you should have always been loved but you have to let me.”
“What if I am unlovable?”
He asked. You looked up to his face again. This time the cold anger was gone and was replaced by uncertainty. You mentally cursed Walburga and Orion for the way that they chose to raise their son.
“You are not unlovable. I still love you very much.”
“Why?”
You frowned.
“What do you mean why?”
Regulus shrugged.
“I’ve been so cold to you. I have treated you the way that my family would treat someone. I don’t deserve you but I’ll spend the rest of my life willing to make it up to you...even if you despise me.”
You wrapped your arms back around him.
“I don’t despise you, Reggie. I haven’t stopped being in love with you even with all of the bad. I want us to try again but your family can’t interfere. When you’re around them for a long time...you change. You aren’t the sweet boy that I fell in love with.”
Regulus had put his head down for a moment. You were right. When he was away from Walburga, he could be the shy quiet boy that you adored so much. With Walburga, he was a monster.
“I meant what I said. I’m going back to say goodbye forever.”
Your eyes winded.
“Don’t go back alone. Let me go with you.”
Regulus shook his head.
“I am not letting you go in that house. Stay here with your brother. As much as James and I hate each other...I know that he won’t let you be harmed.”
You began to tremble as Regulus held you tighter.
“Please don’t go back. It won’t end well.”
“I have some things that I have to get. If I don’t they will call me a coward for the rest of my life and I am not going to let that happen. I’ll be back by nightfall.”
Regulus knew that going back to Grimmauld Place was going to be a bad idea. He also knew that he was going to have to face the dark lord. Regulus had already put together a grand charade about “I am working with the order to get information for you, master.” Voldemort would believe that. Regulus could only hope that his own feelings wouldn’t get in the way. He was going to have to put his family's beliefs and ideals on the back burner if he wanted to get you back. Once you were securely his, he could go back to his old ways. He only needed to get you back in the palm of his hand.
“Reggie?”
He looked up, still hating that blasted nickname that you insisted on calling him. Your hazel eyes were full of tears.
“Everything will be fine. Do you trust me?”
You nodded as Regulus leaned down for another kiss. This time the kiss was what you wanted. This was a Regulus Black kiss.
Regulus was the first to break away. He put a hand to the side of your face before smiling shyly.
“I’ll see you soon.”
The rest of the afternoon, you were a nervous wreck. You paced the living room floor. Sirius hadn’t said much since Regulus left. He had tried to calm you down but decided that was going as well as baptizing a cat. You knew if you wanted to talk to him, he was right there.
“Merlin, would you sit down? You are making me nervous.”
James snapped. You rounded on your brother with a frown.
“I’m sorry but I am really worried about him.”
James sighed, ignoring the scathing glare that Lily was giving him. He stood up and pulled you into a hug.
“Everything is going to be okay. Regulus is a big boy and he knows how to use his magic well. You’ll be together as soon as he can get here.”
Dinner was a silent affair. No one had really bothered saying much. It was silently agreed that mindless chatter was going to set you off. You sat quietly picking at the chicken that Lily placed in front of you. She gently patted your shoulder hoping to give you some kind of reassurance that everything would be fine.
The sound of the door opening and closing made you jump from your seat. Running into the living room, you froze the moment that you made eye contact with Regulus. The poor boy was beaten to hell. Your hands went to cover your mouth as you fought back a scream. Both of Regulus’ eyes were bruised. Scratches littered his handsome face and blood-covered lips.
“Is he back…”
Sirius stopped right beside you the moment that he realized what had happened.
“Regulus?”
You managed to squeak. Regulus had been holding his chest where his mother’s foot had broken a rib. He winced wanting to speak but the pain was so severe.
“I’m fine.”
He managed to squeak. You quickly closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder to help him to the couch.
“And I was born yesterday.”
You muttered before quickly unbuttoning his shirt. His chest looked like a giant purple bruise.
“Walburga-special?”
Sirius questioned and Regulus nodded. Regulus winced in pain as your fingers gently felt over his ribs.
“She’s broken your ribs.”
“That isn’t the worst of it.”
Regulus choked out. You reached out and tenderly wiped the blood from his lips as James walked into the room. He froze before meeting Sirius’ gaze. You wanted to cry looking at his normally perfect lips. Sure, you could fix him right up but this image was devastating.
“This was the same condition that you were in when you ran away.”
Sirius nodded, not wanting to speak. He could deal with the pain that his mother put him through but now seeing that Regulus was abused as badly made him feel horrible. Sirius had silently hoped, over the years, that since Regulus was “the good son” he would get no abuse. Clearly, that was not the case.
Meanwhile, you tenderly stroked his face hoping to bring some comfort.
“Do you think you can get into my room? I’ll take care of you.”
Regulus rolled his eyes.
“I don’t need you fussing over me, Y/n. It's just a few broken bones and after-effects of the cruciatus curse.”
James chuckled.
“Regulus, give it up man. She is going to be fussing over you for the rest of forever. You might as well embrace it.”
“She makes great feel better soup.”
Sirius added. You smiled over your shoulders at your brother and friend. Regulus grumbled something about you being a pain in his ass but smiled when you kissed his nose.
“You aren’t getting away from me this time. I’ll always be a pain in your ass.”
20 minutes later, Regulus was snuggled in bed with his head on your lap. You stroked your fingers through his curls as he lay looking at the opposite wall.
“How does she do her sons like this?”
You asked. Regulus snorted.
“I’ve looked a lot worse.”
Regulus said in an emotionless voice. This made your heartache even more. Neither he nor Sirius ever deserved something like this.
“It's horrible. A mother is supposed to love and care for you.”
Regulus winced as he turned to look up at you.
“A mother is supposed to be many things. I told mother that I wasn’t coming back. I told her that I had fallen in love with you and she wasn’t keeping me from nor hurting you. She went ballistic. My father overheard and joined in the fun. He said he had already lost one son to the Potters and wasn’t about to lose another. I threatened them that if they came near you or tried to harm you there would be consequences. Let's just say my father isn’t doing so hot right now either but I couldn’t hurt my mother. Are you sure that you want a man who would hurt his own parents?”
You swallowed.
“You were protecting yourself. That’s all that matters.”
Regulus sighed when you began stroking his hair again.
“You know it's not over with them. I won’t let them hurt you.”
You knew that Regulus was right on that one. One didn’t “fuck” with the Black family and expect to walk away as a winner.
“We’ll deal with them when the time comes. For now, let's just focus on getting you well.”
(meanwhile)
Walburga was screaming as she stalked around Grimmauld Place breaking every glass object that she could get her hands on. Orion hadn’t said much since Regulus sent him crashing into a wall.
“I don’t understand! What is it with those Potters? We have lost two sons to that family. Do they shit golden eggs?”
Walburga snapped. Druella looked up from the drink that she had been making.
“I don’t understand, dear.”
Walburga sank down into a chair before sobbing violently.
“Both of my sons have abandoned me. Was I such a horrible mother?”
Druella stood and gently patted Walurga’s now messy hair.
“No, my darling, you are a wonderful mother. Don’t hate yourself.”
Orion finally spoke.
“We have given them everything that they could have wanted. Regulus, in particular. He was supposed to be our star. Now, look at him. He’s run off to be with some slut.”
“You know that he almost had a baby with that slut, right?”
Druella, Orion, and Walburga turned to see Bellatrix sitting in the corner. The girl smiled evilly.
“What did you say?”
Walburga choked out. Bellatrix nodded.
“Yes, aunty. Y/n was pregnant. Don’t know rightfully what happened. All that I know is she had a miscarriage. It's torn Regulus apart. I think it's driven him mad. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who took care of the problem. Reproducing an illegitimate heir with some common harlot.”
Walburga howled louder. This was news that she didn’t expect to hear. Druella frowned at her daughter.
“Bella, how do you know this?”
Bellatrix stood up.
“Heard it right from the horse's mouth. Regulus was crying about it in his sleep.”
Orion looked embarrassed. The knowledge that his son almost had an illegitimate heir to the Black family fortune was enough to make him ill.
“We have to deal with this problem. Find Regulus and the girl...bring them back here to be punished.”
Bellatrix nodded.
“Of course, uncle.”
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Dark Cybertron Chapter 2: Going from Zero to Antichrist Real Quick
Bumblebee and his camp buddies are trying to figure out what to do with the Titan who just popped out of the ground like a prairie dog, as the sky looks like a Lisa Frank notebook thanks to the portal to the Dead Universe. It’s honestly very nice, we should should get more pretty apocalypses like this.
Bumblebee starts throwing out orders at everyone, much to Slag’s chagrin. When Slag brings up the point that they probably can’t do much of anything to a guy roughly a hundred times bigger than they are, Bumblebee tells him to shut up and do as he’s told.
Yeah, I had about the same reaction, Slag.
So the Dinobots do their thing. Swoop, who I think is the only guy here who can fly, goes up to see what the Titan’s doing. It’s not much, other than looking really upset. Oh no, what if he’s afraid of heights? Poor guy.
Even if the Titan isn’t moving, the mere presence of the thing is jamming signals, which is kind of an issue. Ironhide’s ready to shoot it in the foot, and Arcee will help, because she’s a team player now. Bumblebee has a minor crisis over whether this is the same Titan that told Starscream he was a prophesied son of a gun, but Prowl doesn’t seem to think that it is.
Prowl, who has been suffering from short-term memory lapses over the last several months or so because a bug-man was controlling his mind.
Yeah, let’s maybe take his opinion on the matter with a grain of salt, even if he is right.
Over at the Lost Light, Orion Pax is visiting Brainstorm’s workshop, where everyone’s favorite science man is admitting to having studied the Dead Universe’s effects on the living and interviewing people who had been to the area.
Man, I sure hope that guy signed a waiver, otherwise Brainstorm’s going to be in a spot of trouble.
Then we get a quick rundown of what the Dead Universe is: an omnicognizant parallel universe that functions on fundamental principles that differ from our own and wants you to die. So, obviously not a place you would want to go to. Still, we gotta, because that’s where the plot is the Dead Universe is gonna vore Cybertron if we don’t.
Brainstorm agrees to cook something up to make the trip through the Gorlam Prime portal easier.
Back on Cybertron, the Titan looms in the distance as we check in on an oddly pristine-looking Iacon. Rattrap tells Starscream to come out of the closet, because the Titan still hasn’t moved and doesn’t seem like it’s going to anytime soon. Starscream does come out, but it’s with his arms full of weapons of Autobot design that he appropriated from the ruins of Kimia, because he doesn’t trust that Titan to not start some shit. Rattrap suggests that they maybe get a second opinion before they start murdering people for standing in a barren field.
Back on the Lost Light, there’s a little shindig going down at Swerve’s, everyone staring down the table where Optimus, Rodimus, and Ultra Magnus are seated. Swerve takes the opportunity to do what everyone else is probably really wanting to, and snaps a few photos of them for his scrapbook. As soon as he’s done, we get to the Emotions portion of our issue.
Rodimus is letting himself be vulnerable in front of the man he idolizes, and I think that’s very brave of him.
Nobody’s feeling super great about the situation they’ve been presented with, but there isn’t a lot that can be done about it now. Just gotta work with what they got. Rodimus asks Optimus how he feels about Starscream being elected leader of Cybertron.
But I thought that freedom was the right of all sentient beings? You know, like the freedom of choice in our government officials, even if they aren’t the best option we could possibly have, because at least they’re better than the guy who had bombs planted in people’s heads for crowd control purposes? Are you saying that it only counted when the concept of freedom could be manipulated so you could go kick Megatron’s ass, and that actual freedom of choice doesn’t jive with your personal sensibilities as much as you’d like everyone to think it does? No wonder you’re going to try to overthrow the entire Earth’s government system to get humanity annexed into Cybertron’s bullshit in a few years’ time.
But perhaps this Starscream thing is actually the work of Megatron! What will Orion do then?
…I mean, do I even have to say it?
ORION, THAT’S GAY.
And I thought we’d already figured out what to do with Megatron back in “Chaos Theory”, where you spent three issues waffling on the subject until the man himself told you to execute him, because even he was sick of your crisis of self. The only reason you didn’t get to act on it was because Megatron disappeared after Vector Sigma blew up and then you fucked off into space without even bothering to check if he was actually dead.
But enough of Orion promising to kill/kiss Megatron, it’s time to see what Brainstorm’s cooked up. It’s not much, but to be fair, he’s only had a few hours to pull something together- our ship’s genius has made a few forcefield generators, using nothing more than some forcefield generators and juice he squeezed out of a bug. Science truly is amazing.
And I bet Trailcutter hates this invention too, for multiple reasons this time!
Cyclonus, who is looking especially purple today, agrees to join the excursion to the Dead Universe, even though it’s pretty clear he really, really doesn’t want to. Hardhead seems in better spirits than our resident space jet, though maybe that’s just bravado macho-man bullshitting on his part.
With our team put together, it’s time to jump out of the spaceship and into a place that quite literally wants them dead. But first Rodimus has a little chat with Ultra Magnus about his feelings. A lot of sharing this issue.
Magnus doesn’t feel fit to be in charge while Rodimus goes off to save the day and maybe die, because he doesn’t have that special something that makes a leader a leader. Charisma? The ability to think on your feet? The ability to see people as people and not numbers? Not having people know you’re actually a much smaller man running around in an Ultra Magnus suit? Whatever it is, Rodimus seems to think that it’s trumped by a mysterious something in his hand, and that Magnus will do just fine.
While Team -Imus goes into the murder reality, Magnus and the Lost Light will be going off to find Jhiaxus, because they need something to do while our protagonist and his absentee father go on their own adventure.
Back on Cybertron, Starscream’s visiting prison, and wants to talk to a very good boy without the guards overhearing. Jazz makes a very vague threat about what will happen if any harm comes to the prisoner, then steps away.
Let’s talk about how to sell toys for a second.
This issue of “Dark Cybertron” had a cover featuring Scoop, the very good boy I’ve mentioned before, because it was paired off with his Generations toy. We know from reading RID that Scoop is the leader of a group called the Construction Patrol, and he likes to help simply for the sake of helping. Sounds like a nice, if generic, character. How is this issue going to introduce people to him? Will he bust out of prison to save the day? Fight evil through heroic sacrifice? Do anything besides talk?
No, he’s going to tell Starscream he’s a herald of death that was foretold in the robot bible.
Yeah, that’ll move some fucking product!
This isn’t even the most batshit thing Scoop’s going to pull in this event, but it is what they decided to put in the issue that “features” him.
Over with Shockwave, we’re treated to some renewed friendships, as Nova Prime and Galvatron reveal that they don’t hate each other after all, but have a mutual respect based in subjugating those weaker than them.
I’m guessing this is a contrast to their previous relationship dynamic in older publications, but I’m not going back to comb through the likes of Heart of Darkness to check, because it really doesn’t matter.
There’s a bit of a snag in Shockwave’s plan to bring Galvatron and Nova Prime back to the Not-Dead Universe, as the space bridge in the Titan burnt up when it got there. Gee, that sucks. I guess all those “Prelude” issues about getting the Titan from Gorlam Prime were sort of a waste of time, weren’t they? Love it when I’m told I wasted my time reading motherfucking Ramondelli issues.
Speaking of Ramondelli, it’s Dead Universe time.
Sigh. Hello, public domain pictures of space on the overlay layer option in Photoshop. It’s nice to see you.
No, it isn’t. I lied.
I’m sorry, public domain pictures of space on the overlay layer option in Photoshop, this isn’t your fault.
So we’re here in the Dead Universe, and it’s looking pretty wild and crazy, though the characters are likely thinking this for a completely different reason than we are as readers. It turns out, the Dead Universe… is dying.
…MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM THAT’S SOME GOOD WRITIN’ RIGHT THERE
Also, Cyclonus has disappeared, not that anyone actually gives a shit, because they’re too busy dealing with the giant space leeches that just showed the hell up. Dang, why’s that happening?
…That only happens as a form of population control, or if the young in question are sickly and have a low chance of survival, not just because the mama rabbit got a bit peckish between lunch and dinner, you stupid fucking robot.
Half of this writing team won awards a couple years after this was published, I want you to remember that.
They fight the cyberwraiths for a bit, things look like they’re getting dicey, then suddenly they fuck off as Cyclonus shows up, probably fresh off the end of a goddamned panic attack because he’s back in the Dead Universe. Then he proceeds to vomit up some black energon. That’s a fun thing, glad you made me look at that.
Rodimus is concerned that one of their team members has got the Hollywood Tuberculosis cough, but Cyclonus doesn’t want his fucking pity. The fellas decide it’s time to get a move on, seeing as they’ve been here a grand total of 20 seconds and been attacked, so they need to get this over with ASAP.
As Team -Imus flies off in a ship I don’t remember them bringing along, someone decides that they’re going to stick their finger in that puddle of vomit.
Nightbeat you fucking idiot, there aren’t any sinks in the Dead Universe! Now your hand’s gonna be all gross for the entirety of this event! He’s not even analyzing it, it’s just on his hand! Why is Nightbeat having zero concept of personal hygiene a running theme in the things I read? Fuck!
You may be wondering what Nightbeat’s doing in the Dead Universe, or even where he’s been for a good chunk of IDW. We’ve seen him in flashbacks from before the war, but not during or after, least not within anything I’ve covered. So, what’s be been up to?
Fuck you, you’ll have to wait for a later issue to be told what Phase One bullshit you’ll have had to read to understand why this dumbass is here.
Back on Cybertron, Prowl is telling Bumblebee that he sucks because he’s not acting. I’m not exactly sure what he expects Bumblebee to do about the Titan who’s just standing there. It’s not like issuing a loitering ticket is going to do anything. Then the Decepticons attack them, among their ranks being the scariest fucking Ravage I’ve ever seen.
Why do you look like that? Rojo’s supposed to have the cutesy style on this team, why the fuck did he turn the kitty cat into one of the terror dogs from Ghostbusters?
Anyway, that’s the end of the issue. Sure hope you’re invested enough in trying to figure out what the fuck Nightbeat’s deal is to snag Robots in Disguise #23.
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