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actiobellicahq · 4 years ago

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THE BASICS

Name: Dahey Ryan Year: Sixth Age: Sixteen House: Slytherin Blood Status: Muggleborn Allegiance: Neutral Faceclaim: Harry Styles

BIO

Dahey was born hours before Christmas and minutes before his only brother. Both are facts he’s always hated. Yet it summed things up for him nicely right from his first breath. Born into a family that wasn’t anything special. The average working-class Irish family. One that had enough money to not be struggling but never enough to indulge. Dahey’s life seemed destined to be nothing but ordinary from the start.

But Dahey was far from ordinary. Something he made painfully clear from a very young age. He was smart beyond his peers. Certainly beyond his brother. Davin was the one meant for an ordinary, uneventful life. Not Dahey. As soon as he was of age, Dahey found a home in school he didn’t know he was looking for. Here was housed all the knowledge and materials and people who answered his questions. Leaning things beyond his age but constantly held back because of his brother and everyone’s idea that twins should do everything together.

Naturally, that led to acting out. Dahey started to cause problems both at home and at school. Something which also seemed to come naturally. Small for his age, always doing his coursework, asking for more, and having a “crybaby” brother made him a great target. Dahey took full advantage. Never physically fighting anyone. Dahey was too clever for that. Too clever to get caught too which made it all the better. By Second Class, no one bothered the Ryan twins anymore.

It’s around that time Dahey first remembers the weird little events. Things beyond explanation. No textbook in the library could give him a satisfactory answer to how all three of the footballs deflated at the same time. But it became the project for him and his first real one. With no adult having a satisfying answer and nothing in the library, Dahey set out to understand these strange things. Of course, he studied all the other subjects but grade levels maths were boring. By age ten, his experiments and studies had tied the phenomenon to his own emotions.

Going back to the first instance Dahey remembered, his anger was reaching a boiling point as the boys picked on his brother. Before he could lash out, which he didn’t like to do, the footballs all started hissing air and deflating. Every moment after could be tied to him. The data was unexpected but exciting. Dahey spent many evenings after school testing this over and over again. Something always happened but he couldn’t control it. Try as he might, he never again deflated footballs.

Davin didn’t share this trait. Dahey could make Davin so mad he cried and nothing wouldn’t change. The information was always worth the punishment. For all his studying, though, nothing could have prepared Dahey for the answer that came knocking on his door.

Already 11, months away from twelve even, someone from the entirely made-up sounding Hogwarts School of Magic sent someone to the Ryan house to talk about their son’s wizarding plans. News his mother wouldn’t even entertain. Dahey barged in and took over the meeting asking questions as fast as he could. While the likelihood of him being a wizard seemed to be small, it was an explanation he hadn’t thought of.

They talked for so long Dahey’s father returned home, not keen on the stranger in his house nor the talk of wizards, he threw the Hogwarts messenger out. Dahey hot on their heels. Ready to go, leave that second for his schooling. Only to be left heartbroken to learn he had to wait for the start of September.

Back inside, both Dahey’s parents were livid. Dahey hadn’t been the easiest child to raise and to add to it something that seemed as blasphemous as magic and wizards, they’d reached their limit. No option was given, there would be no more talk of Hogwarts or wizards. Dahey would not be going. End of story.

To Dahey, though, he’d outgrown his family, and being a wizard was only further proof. For the few weeks needed, he was a picture-perfect child. Biding his time, making his plans, and not raising any suspicions. All the while knowing there was an end to his time here. A time when he’d be able to board a train and become something he was truly meant to be.

Hogwarts, of course, wasn’t the answer Dahey wanted it to be. It was a school just the same as back home. He was quickly and easily sorted into Slytherin before he could learn of the reputation it came with. The hat, as always, was right to put him there though and Dahey found himself making friends. Something he’d not done easily before.

Little else was different. All the same types of kids going on about the same sorts of things. Just a few more toads and owls than Dahey had ever seen before. So he slipped into a familiar role. Studying and learning all he could. It seemed more important now. There were kids who were raised with all of this, who just knew stories he’d never heard of. Leaving Dahey to catch up.

As the years passed, Dahey grew comfortable in his place at Hogwarts. A kid to watch both because he was capable of great things but also seemed to do little to not look suspicious. Not someone to be trusted, Dahey brought much of what he’d learnt in the muggle world to his new school. Only now he was better equipped to deal with anything that inconvenienced him.

Not only had he learnt how to better deal with those outbursts he’d studied all those years ago, feeling better able to handle his magic. Dahey himself had grown and matured. Finding his own agenda in a way that an eight-year-old couldn’t. With that newfound maturity and goals, Dahey has helped a few of the Death Eaters in his house but only when he got something out of it. While he’s never leant the same talents to the other side, they’ve yet to have anything to offer him.

As one of the very things people are trying to rid the magical world of, Dahey has no interest in the cause of the Death Eaters. Though he’s been approached and, honestly, expects to be many times more until graduation. Something he takes as a compliment but loves being able to turn them down every time.

Staying off of a side in this fight seems cowardly and that’s a comfort Dahey enjoys. It leaves him to carry on with what he wants and not worry about what other sixth years are uo to. Because Dahey knows that Hogwarts is just his start. The future holds so much more and he’s ready to be a name no one forgets.

TRAITS

+ Independent, Disciplined, Intelligent

- Dishonest, Materialistic, Particular

DAHEY RYAN IS TAKEN.

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zell-dincht · 7 years ago

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Bounty

Summary: Lorne, a solo bounty hunter, happens upon a man who is worth a fortune - only if brought in alive. Though, perhaps Lorne's heart isn't quite as hardened as he believes. Words: 3564 Rating: Nothing explicit yet. Typical superhero “violence” and fighting Notes: Look. Okay. LOOK. I know there's a lot of other things I need to write and even started an entire separate story in this universe. And my OC's stories are all over the fuck place. Okay, I know. I KNOW, I AM SORRY. But Izzy and I were talking what superpowers our OCs would have and she said hers was ---- [spoiler redacted]. OKAY IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS TO GUESS but anyway. I was like, holy shit he'd be so freaking valuable in this AU idea I had. And this happened. AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12883668/chapters/29431623

Business had not been great. It had been nearly two weeks, and Lorne had still been unable to track his latest bounty. When he took the job, he expected an actual lizard-man would stand out much more easily than this, yet here he was, two weeks later with nothing to show for it.

His payout from his last bounty had nearly run dry. Desperate to make some progress, Lorne extended his search further out into the wasteland. His best chance, he figured, would be to investigate any waystations in the area. The locals encountered dozens of travelers every day, and the caravans, themselves, were likely to bring news from distant parts of the land as well.

Though these waypoints were an excellent source of information, Lorne hated travelling this far from civilization. Anyone this far away from a city was either in a gang, or a country hick, and both were ill-mannered and with terrible hygiene. Not to mention, everything was dry and dusty. The heat never bothered Lorne, but it all just added up to one dull, unpleasant environment.

One man, however, caught Lorne's eye as he walked through the marketplace. This man was a vendor, selling his wares at a booth like the other locals, hoping to earn a profit from travelers who needed supplies. But unlike the other locals, this man had all his teeth. He actually was quite good-looking overall. The man was young and well-built. He had fiery red hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and freckles dotted his pale skin. It was a wonder he managed to keep from burning out in this climate. Lorne was quite certain they had never met, something about him seemed so familiar to the bounty hunter. He couldn't help but stare.

As the two men awkwardly caught each other's gaze, Lorne decided to approach his booth and play off his staring as though he were shopping. Perhaps speaking to the man would boost his memory.

“Won't find produce this fresh for miles,” the redhead greeted with a smile. He spoke with a slight accent, perhaps Irish, Lorne would guess.

“You're a farmer?” Lorne scrunched up his nose and glanced out at the very dusty, very brown land surrounding them. “Here?”

“Just a ways out of town,” the merchant replied evasively.

Lorne didn't think to question it, though. He was distracted by some fat, juicy strawberries. “Shit… How much is this?”

“Strawberries are two bits, five bits for three.”

Money was tight, but Lorne didn't know the last time he had the opportunity to taste a strawberry. He was stunned to see any in the middle of nowhere like this. He pulled a couple coins from his money pouch and set them on the countertop. The merchant gestured for him to help himself to a strawberry, and Lorne eagerly grabbed the biggest one. He ate it right then and there, savoring every bite until there was nothing left but the leaves.

“You, uh, you're sure you don't want the five for three deal?” the merchant asked, seeing how eagerly Lorne had devoured the one berry.

“I'll come find you again after I'm paid,” Lorne replied with a wink.

“I'll hold you ta that. Name’s Davin, by the way,” he offered a hand for shaking.

“I’m Lorne,” he grinned slyly and firmly grabbed the other man’s hand, but instead of pulling away, used his grip to lean in a bit closer. “You know, perhaps I could come back tonight and pay you some other way?”

Davin’s pale skin lit up bright red at the implication, blush spreading to the tips of his ears. He quickly pulled his hand away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, I, er… I’ve never hired a, um… what do you call yourself…?”

The bounty hunter laughed at Davin’s reaction. “I’m not a prostitute, if that’s what you mean. I just like to have fun, and honestly, you and I are the two best looking people in this whole waypoint.”

The farmer hesitated, though Lorne took that as a good sign. Uncertainty wasn’t a flat-out no, but he knew better than to push. He’d give Davin some space before trying again.

“Tell you what,” the bounty hunter spoke up again before Davin could reply. “Think on it, and when I come back for those strawberries, we’ll see if you’d like to ‘plow my fields’ or not.”

The farmer couldn’t help but chuckle at that awful pun. “All right. We’ll see.”

After shooting Davin one last grin, Lorne turned away to get back to his work. He pretended to shop through the market, idly striking up conversation with various merchants and travelling caravans, but it was only more of the same. The bounty hunter didn’t know for sure what this “lizard man’s” enhancements were, exactly, aside from scaly skin and a tail, but he was beginning to suspect the man had other reptilian traits that would easily help him survive this sort of harsh environment. If that were the case, his mark could be absolutely anywhere.

Just as Lorne was about to give up, treating himself to a drink at the tavern with the last of his credits, he overheard a couple men speaking at a nearby table. They tried to speak vaguely, but an experienced bounty hunter like Lorne was able to figure out that they were planning a major catch very soon, shortly after the market closed. If these men were after his lizard man, Lorne certainly didn’t mean to give up his mark without a fight, especially not after how much trouble he had gone through to find him.

As the two men made their way out of the bar, Lorne left a few coins for a tip and casually walked outside just in time to see the two men enter a battered-up dune buggy. The vehicle sped off away from the checkpoint, and clouds of dust off in the distance told Lorne that the rest of their gang was already on the way.

There was no way Lorne could keep up with a dune buggy, at least not on foot. He stepped behind a building, where hopefully no one would see him as he lifted off the ground in a burst of flame. Once he reached a safe height, it was easy to follow the trails of dust to wherever the dune buggies had gone.

As the bounty hunter moved closer, he finally saw three vehicles stopped on the road, blocking the path of one man pulling a cart. By the bright red color of the target’s hair, Lorne immediately assumed this was the farmer from earlier in the day. As he began to wonder why this gang would attack an ordinary farmer, Lorne suddenly realized why this man looked so familiar. He had seen his face plenty of times on different bounty notices. There was an official notice from the government, but in the underground, larger gangs had offered even more money than the sanctioned bounty - all demanding this man be brought in alive.

The farmer seemed so mild-mannered at the market, Lorne couldn’t imagine what he could have done to upset not only the government, but multiple gangs. It was curious, but with as many credits as this “Davin” was worth, Lorne didn’t care what he had done. He needed a payday real quick, and this one would last him months. But he had to act quick - the gang already had Davin surrounded and on his knees.

Without wasting another moment, Lorne focused and ignited one of the dune buggies, causing it to explode. The impact knocked a few gang members off their feet while others closer to Davin yelled at him in confusion, knocking him in the head with the butt of his gun.

Staying aloft while focusing his abilities elsewhere was proving difficult for the bounty hunter, so he quickly landed nearby. Catching the gang off-guard, they quickly pointed their guns at the intruder, but Lorne easily ignited the gunpowder in the bullets, causing the guns to backfire in his enemies’ hands. They dropped their weapons in shock, and a couple men clasped their hands over open wounds from the misfire.

With a wild grin on his face, Lorne combusted the remaining two dune buggies before finally speaking up, “And I didn’t even need to lift a finger. Too easy.”

Davin gazed up at Lorne, gaping in confusion. A trickle of blood dripped down his face from where he was struck, and it seemed a black eye was beginning to form, but thankfully he didn’t seem to have any worse injuries. The gunmen seemed to have either passed out or retreated, but there was, however, one gang member who remained guarding Davin and hardly seemed fazed by Lorne’s abilities.

The woman seemed perfectly average with short, messy brown hair and a round face. Her build wasn’t particularly large or intimidating, so it seemed odd that her only reaction to the explosions were mild annoyance.

“You’re not takin’ him anywhere,” she spoke in a gruff tone and gave the back of Davin’s leg a kick, causing him to lose balance and fall forward in the dirt. “We got ‘ere first.”

“And I’m here now,” Lorne dismissively replied. Seeing that this woman didn’t fully understand the threat, he stirred up a small whirl of flame at the woman’s feet. Most people would startle and jump out of the fire, but surprisingly, this woman stood in place as her leather boots roasted and the hem of her pants burned away.

She kicked off her ruined shoes, revealing gray, cracked skin that seemed to resemble stone. “I killed one mean sum’bitch for them boots. You’re gonna pay for that.”

The woman suddenly made a run for Lorne, but before he could even think of a counter move, she suddenly toppled head over heels, face landing in the dirt. It seemed she somehow tripped over an exposed root that Lorne hadn’t noticed before. Despite the tension in the air, Lorne burst out into laughter at the careless, clumsy mishap.

“Am I supposed to be afraid? Or intimidated? Oh, darling, that is just too--”

His sentence was interrupted by a feeling like someone had slammed a rock into his jaw. While he was distracted laughing, the woman had quickly recovered and managed to punch Lorne in the face. He quickly recovered his balance, but distressed at the thought that his good looks might suffer, he paused to gingerly tap his cheek. Before he even had a chance to feel relieved at a lack of scarring, the woman slammed her heel to the back of Lorne’s knee.

As he fell to the ground, the woman loomed over him as if she meant to continue the beatings, but he quickly used his flames to jet himself away from the attack. Expecting to hit something solid, her momentum caused her to fumble and nearly lose balance. Lorne used the opportunity to shoot himself straight for the woman, knocking her into the dirt several feet from the road.

“You can’t beat me,” she grunted as she grappled to get away. “My skin’s all rock.”

“Then we’ll just have to see how you manage as a puddle of lava,” Lorne replied, turning his flames up even hotter as he struggled to keep her down.

The bounty hunter spared a glance over at the road and saw that Davin had not moved. Each posting specifically emphasized to bring this man in alive, and he would hate for any collateral damage during this fight. “Davin! Get back to the waypoint!”

“But you--!” the farmer began to call out, but was interrupted by Lorne once again.

“You need to leave! Now!”

As the flames grew to an intense, nearly white-hot heat, it seemed enough for Davin to feel it all the way from the road. The farmer didn’t argue further and pulled himself to his feet, walking with a slight limp as fast as he could away from the fight.

The woman tried to use Lorne’s brief distraction to her advantage and knocked into him with a headbutt. He did fall back for a moment, but he was too fast for her to get away. Lorne didn’t even need to be touching her to create fire, but it would require too much concentration to create a heat that intense on an outside source. In a lick of flame, he was back on his target, wrapping his limbs around her in an attempt to restrict her as much as possible. Every inch of her skin was rough and hard as a rock, but he held tightly and turned up the heat until they were both surrounded by a large orb of white-hot fire.

Just as Lorne began to fear this plan might not work, the woman let out a high-pitched shriek. “I yield! I yield, please! It’s too much!”

He had never been a cruel or sadistic man, so there was no need for unnecessary torture or murder, so he released the woman and extinguished his fire, but remained on guard, in case this was some sort of ruse. As it turned out, the woman genuinely couldn’t take the heat. She remained prone in the dirt, weak and panting as she caught her breath.

Lorne pulled himself to his feet and looked around at the area. Any weeds nearby had been completely turned to ash, and there were scorch marks on the ground stretching out a few feet from the battle scene. Thank goodness Davin left. Even if the fire never reached the road, the heat was so intense, the vegetables on the farmer’s abandoned cart had begun to shrivel and wilt. A couple small trails of blood leading away from the scene revealed that any lingering thugs managed to drag themselves away before sustaining any further injuries.

After all this, Lorne felt out of breath and even a bit sweaty. His connection with fire had always made him more resilient to heat, but that level of physical exertion left him exhausted.

At least all he had to do now was hope that Davin didn't hide himself too well. For now, he needed the farmer to believe the bounty hunter was on his side, protecting him.

Just as Lorne was building up the energy to fly back to the waypoint, he noticed a familiar redheaded figure jogging back up the road. With a grin, he stepped forward to meet Davin.

“Shite… That was really something,” the farmer spoke up with a grin.

“Your leg,” Lorne noted, “and your head, you shouldn't run.”

“This isn't much. I'll be fine. But you look a wreck,” Davin offered with a sheepish grin. “My place is just up the road. Follow me.”

A mirror would have been Lorne's worst enemy at the moment. His lip already felt the size of a golf ball, and his whole body ached from the brawl. He could only imagine how awful and tangled his hair must have been. At least his clothes were still in tact. He had saved up a ridiculous amount of credits to purchase a fireproof outfit.

“I think I might have ruined your vegetables,” Lorne said as he began to follow the other man.

Davin replied with a breathy chuckle, “I've got plenty more.”

With produce that fresh, Lorne expected it would be a major loss for any farmer out in this waste, yet Davin shrugged it off as though it were nothing. Just what kind of farm did this man own out here in the middle of nowhere?

As the two men finally began to approach the small cottage, all Lorne could see were rows of corn, a small orchard of apples, and a field of other fruits and vegetables that he couldn’t identify from such a distance, but nonetheless didn’t appear particularly remarkable aside from the fact that nothing appeared dead and dry.

“Looks like you’ve found a lucky plot of soil out here,” Lorne commented, hoping for some sort of explanation.

“Guess I did,” the farmer simply replied.

It made sense that Davin might not want to give away his secret and risk his competition using the same methods to grow their produce, but something still felt a little odd to Lorne.

“By the way, what did one simple farmer do to upset such a nasty crowd like that gang back there?” the bounty hunter pressed as they reached the cabin.

“Robbing my food and whatever coin I earned at the market today, it seems,” Davin replied and gestured for Lorne to take seat at the small dining table.

That would have been a fair excuse if this were an isolated incident, but it didn’t explain how much the farmer was worth on the black market. Good produce could be quite profitable, but not so much that it warranted such a high bounty. Of course, Lorne couldn’t press the issue because he still couldn’t give away his true intentions.

Davin briefly stepped away to retrieve a washcloth and a bowl filled with warm water. He set the bowl on the table and sat in the chair beside his guest, reaching to dab the blood drying at Lorne’s jaw.

“What are you…” the bounty hunter pulled away, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You didn’t have ta save my life back there,” the farmer countered. “This is the least I can do.”

“No, really. I’m fine,” Lorne insisted, posture tense and uneasy. He appreciated the gesture, but allowing himself to be treated for such minor injuries gave the bounty hunter a sense of vulnerability. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone seeing him as weak.

“Oh. Okay, if you’re sure,” Davin agreed hesitantly. “If you don’t mind, I could use a little wash-up, myself.”

He stood up again and took the bowl to what Lorne assumed must be his bathroom. While the other man was out of the room, Lorne had nothing left to do but glance around the room. It was just a run-down little cabin in the middle of nowhere, yet it still seemed a bit nicer than his own run-down studio apartment near the city. This cabin at least seemed cozy. There wasn’t much decoration, but Lorne assumed a farmer had better ways to spend his money than collecting knick-knacks or pictures. Though, he did have a plush-looking couch with a few blankets that didn’t actually seem too faded and worn.

Davin finally returned, this time with a smaller bowl and a basket of fruit. As he took a seat and set the fruit on the table, Lorne could see the bowl was filled with not just strawberries, but a whole variety of berries.

“I’d say you’ve more than earned your strawberries,” Davin said. “And here’s some more fruit. I didn’t know what you liked, so just help yourself.”

One fruit particularly caught Lorne’s eye, since it’s yellow and red coloring reminded him of fire. “Why is this apple colored like that?”

The farmer grinned, as if to suppress a laugh. “That’s a mango, sunshine.”

“I’ve never heard of any mango apple.” Before Davin could correct him, Lorne had already taken a bite. Expecting the juicy crunch of an apple, only to be met with a much softer texture, Lorne reflexively spit it out, dribbling orange mango bits onto the table. “What’s wrong with it?!”

This time, Davin failed to hold back his laughter. “Mango isn’t a type of apple. It’s it’s own fruit. Nothing wrong, that’s just how it’s supposed ta taste.”

“Well, I don’t care for it,” Lorne huffed, upset with himself for looking foolish. He set the mango aside and turned his attention to the berries. There were a couple other fruits in the bowl that the bounty hunter couldn’t easily recognize, either, so he simply picked out the strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries.

As he munched on his fruit, Lorne considered his next step. He needed to somehow convince Davin to willingly go into the city with him. This wasn’t a normal bounty where he could redeem his earnings with the local authority or arrange transport to whatever gang wanted him. Several people were willing to pay good money for this man, so the bounty hunter thought it best to take Davin into the city and bargain for the best deal.

Thankfully, the farmer made it easy for Lorne. “You’re leaving this area soon, aren’t you?”

“I can’t leave this shithole fast enough,” the bounty hunter replied. “I mean, no offense to the locals,” he added as an afterthought, remembering that this waypoint was Davin’s home, after all.

“Do you think you can take me with you?” Davin asked with an earnest gleam in his eyes.

“Sure,” Lorne replied, trying not to sound too eager. “It’s probably your safest bet, you know, because of the gang. You don’t want more of them coming back.”

“Definitely not. I don’t have much money, but I can keep us well fed,” he offered.

Lorne paused for a moment to wonder how long any of this produce might last on their journey. But it wasn’t as if any payment from Davin really mattered, of course. All that money from his bounty would make this trip well worth the effort.

The decision was simple, so Lorne reached out to seal the deal with a firm handshake. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”

#orignal character #original story #lorne pruitt #davin dahey #my OC #izzy's OC #my writing #not like anyone gives a shit about OCs but oh well posting anyway

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zell-dincht · 7 years ago

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@hipsterizzy and my boys in cosplay! I’ll clean this up and color it on my flight (again) to Seattle if the outlet on the plane actually works this time, and also if my dog isn’t too much of a handful…

#lorne pruitt #davin dahey #original character #my oc #izzy's oc #my art #crossover #character cosplay

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zell-dincht · 7 years ago

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"Tiger Lily"

Unsure if I’d bother posting to AO3, maybe if I do a followup chapter. But no one is interested in OC stuff anyway, so I’m just gonna put it here for now. Also, this isn’t part of my OC “canon,” don’t know that he’d actually agree to marriage ever, but after talking with @hipsterizzy I just love the idea of Lorne as bridezilla.

No warnings, just some language.

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Weddings only ever meant two things to Lorne - open bar, and a one-night stand with the hottest bridesmaid and/or groomsman. Other than that, it was a stupid ritual that was entirely unnecessary and even stupid to legally bind yourself to another person this way. He never imagined he’d ever find himself in a situation where he’d be planning any wedding, not to mention his own.

He didn’t readily agree to the proposal, of course. At first, Lorne thought Davin was playing a joke on him and laughed it off, nearly shattering the poor man’s heart. He was no more forgiving when he realized his boyfriend was dead serious, and did, in fact, want to get married.

It was a practical decision, Lorne told himself, nothing more. Originally, he wanted to just elope. Go to a court and fill out the paperwork and be done with it. Davin didn’t want to make a big production out of this, anyway. It was just some legal paperwork, like going to the DMV.

But low-key had never been Lorne’s style. The whole point to a wedding was the open bar, so there was no way he could pass this opportunity to have a party and bask in all the attention. In a matter of days, Lorne went from repulsed by the idea of marriage to having his very own planning book and Pinterest board.

He was so focused on his laptop, scrolling tirelessly through images of wedding ideas, that he barely even noticed Davin had entered the room until a hand rested gently on his shoulder.

“Still at it?” the larger man spoke up.

“Davin, we need to decide on a color theme,” Lorne huffed impatiently. “I can’t go forward with any other plans until we figure out what our colors will be. I still like a deep red with gold, kind of like fire.”

“I guess so,” Davin muttered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Mum says you ought tae use softer colors for a wedding.”

“For the last time, I do not give a rat’s ass what your mother–” Lorne instantly cut himself off as he looked up at Davin and noticed his future mother-in-law step through the doorway. He instantly flashed his best fake smile as he greeted her. “Hi, Mrs. Dahey.”

If she heard what Lorne had said, she showed no indication. She waved with a tiny wiggle of her fingers and replied, “I told you, just call me ‘mom.’ We’re practically family! But how are the future Mister and Mister Daheys today?”

The strain in keeping the fake smile was growing so tiresome, Lorne suspected he had begun to scowl, so he dropped his expression to what some might call a “resting bitch face.”

“No, actually, I’m keeping my name.”

“Oh, you’ve got time to decide, anyway,” she brushed him off as if he’d change his mind, then continued, “Anyway, I was talking to my lady friend at work, you know I just can’t stop talking about how my baby boy is finally getting married!” Mrs. Dahey paused to wrap her arms around her son as best as she could, squeezing with all her strength.

Being quite tall and muscular, Davin could easily have escaped, but instead idly tolerated her outburst of maternal affection. “Ma…”

“I won’t apologize for loving you too much! Anyway, so this lady friend of mine - her daughter was married just last year and she recommended this amazing florist. Why don’t we all go take a look, if you aren’t busy?”

Lorne opened his mouth to protest, but Davin quickly spoke up, “We’d love to go, won’t we, sunshine?”

The blonde looked up at his fiancé with a pout, and Davin wirelessly communicated with large, pleading eyes.

“Fine.” Lorne closed his laptop with a huff and pulled himself to his feet. There still was quite a bit left to plan, and he wasn’t going to accomplish much by just looking at pictures of flowers.

The car ride was awkward, with Davin’s mother driving and her son in the passenger seat, leaving Lorne to sulk in the back. Once they arrived, the shop didn’t look like much, but the owner was warm and welcoming.

“Congratulations to the happy couple!” he gushed, ushering the trio inside. “Trust me, we will find the perfect flowers for your wedding. All I need to know is your color theme for the big day.”

“Crimson and gold,” Lorne confidently answered.

“Oh, they aren’t set on that, though,” Mrs. Dahey cut in.

Lorne glared daggers at Davin, who responded with an apologetic smile and a shrug.

“If you are open to suggestions, flowers have a language of their own,” the florist offered. “For example…” He gestured to little white flowers blooming in the shape of a star. “The stephanotis here represents happy marriage.”

Lorne barely paid attention as his eyes wandered over the various displays of flowers. Ignoring the stephanotis, Lorne stepped towards a fiery orange lily and leaned in for a quick smell. “I like this one.”

“Er… the tiger lily represents wealth and pride,” the florist said hesitantly. “Perhaps to show you are proud to join hands with your husband to be?”

Husband. That word still turned Lorne’s stomach into knots. But he was too distracted by the task at hand to worry over any of his own insecurities.

“What about sunflowers?” Davin chimed in. “Suits you, I’d think.”

“Yes, the sunflower means ‘adoration!’ It would add a wonderful touch to your ceremony,” the florist encouraged.

“To hell with meaning,” Lorne scoffed. “No one’s going to know that. They’ll only see how it looks, and I want the tiger lily.”

Mrs. Dahey spoke up once again, “What about some some classic white roses?”

“Too common. Tiger lilies and sunflowers, that’s my final decision,” he replied.

There was a pause where Mrs. Dahey pursed her lips, and Lorne had hoped she would remain silent, but he was wrong. “I don’t believe Davin was too keen on this red and yellow theme. Are you, dear?”

“Well?” Lorne set his hands on his hips, glaring at Davin. “Are you?”

Meanwhile, the florist had stepped aside, more than familiar with the tensions that came with planning a wedding. Davin, however, had found himself caught between his mother and his fiancé, despite trying so hard to keep the peace.

“This really isn’t a big deal to me, Ma,” he finally confessed with a sigh. “I just want to marry the man I love, doesn’t matter how. So long as he’s happy, so am I.”

Lorne felt his gut turn into knots and he was just about ready to throw himself at Davin right there in the middle of the flower shop, but of course Mrs. Dahey was quick to ruin the mood.

“This is your wedding too, Davin! I raised my sons to have a backbone, so if there’s something you want, then say so! You can’t let your wife or husband or whoever just walk all over you!”

“It IS his wedding,” Lorne snapped. “It’s his and mine. Not yours. We don’t need your help, Sinéad.”

“Oh don’t you?” She turned on her future son-in-law, head held high and arms folded over his chest. “Who do you think is handlin’ most of these costs, mm? I don’t see your mum ‘round anywhere.”

Lorne’s eyes burned with anger as he glared at Mrs. Dahey. “I wouldn’t let my mother within thirty feet of this wedding.”

“Shame, after she’s given birth and raised you. I taught my sons to have a bit of gratitude.”

“Unfortunately for all of us, mine barely raised me at all.”

Knowing Lorne’s strained history with his family, Davin quickly stepped between the two before this fight could get any worse. “Look, it’s fine! It’s just flowers, we–”

In that moment, Lorne and Mrs. Dahey both turned on Davin, simultaneously ranting at him:

“JUST flowers? This is not just flowers, Davin, this is our wedding, and it’s a pretty damn big deal for me. It’s my big day, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t go the way I want!”

“This isn’t about the flowers, it’s how you need tae be a man and stand up for yourself! Don’t just lie down and get walked all over ‘cause some blonde tart made eyes at you!”

Davin froze in a moment of panic before finally raising his voice, “All right!”

Hearing him shout was such a rare occasion, it caused the others to finally shut up, allowing Davin to continue, “Okay, there’s plenty of time to discuss our options. We’ll sleep on it.”

“But I–” Lorne began to protest, but Davin silenced him with a quick kiss.

“Trust me, sunshine, let’s come back here later, all right?”

If they came later, Lorne realized, perhaps they could ditch Mrs. Dahey, and have better luck with just the two of them planning alone. With a sigh, Lorne nodded his head in agreement.

Before they left, Davin paused to give the florist a friendly wave and apologetic grin. “Sorry about that. Still in the planning stages, apparently. We’ll be back soon!”

The florist responded with an understanding nod and saw the group out the door. The car ride back home was even more unbearable, even with music on the radio that Davin had played in hopes of easing the tension. Lorne kept catching Mrs. Dahey’s gaze in the rearview mirror, and every time, he held that eye contact with a cold, hard stare.

When they returned, Mrs. Dahey was ready to park the car and go inside with the couple, but Davin managed to talk her out of it. She dropped them off in the front of the building, leaving the two men to return to their apartment alone.

“I don’t see why she has to come along,” Lorne huffed as soon as they walked through the door. “I never cared to be married in the first place, so if I’m doing this, I’m doing it my way.”

“I know she’s a bit… enthusiastic, but she’s my Ma,” Davin sighed.

“So, what, just because you happen to share DNA, you have to be her slave your whole life?”

“Look, princess,” Davin calmly rested his hands on Lorne’s shoulders. “I know you’ve never been on good terms with your family, but you’re about to be part of mine. Just give ‘em a chance, is all I ask.”

“I’ll consider it,” Lorne agreed and slid his hands around the larger man’s waist, tugging him closer, “so long as she backs the fuck off my tiger lillies.”

Davin gave a soft chuckle. “We’ll go back to the shop tomorrow without her, and I’ll buy whatever arrangements you like, okay?”

Lorne responded with a silent nod and rested his head against Davin’s chest. After a moment, he pulled away again, looking up at the other man with a concerned expression, “You don’t really hate the crimson and gold theme, do you? If you’re just hiding behind your mother…”

“I meant what I said,” he replied with a warm smile. “If I had to choose, I’d just want something small and outdoors, but I don’t care about what colors or flowers or anything like that. I just want you to be happy.”

Lorne cupped Davin’s face in his hands and leaned up for a deep kiss. Not wanting to pull apart, he began to nudge the larger man through the living room and towards the hall to their bedroom.

“Don’t wanna save anything for the wedding night?” Davin smirked as he allowed himself to be tugged to the bed.

“Oh, please, we’re well past saving anything.” Lorne tugged off his shirt and flopped into the mattress, beckoning for his fiancé to join him.

Davin had done well today, keeping his mother in check and saying all the right things, and Lorne was quite eager to reward him for it. But that’s not why they were getting married, he reassured himself. It was totally a practical choice. No feelings involved, whatsoever.

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