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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years ago

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Bundle of joy [Sirius Black x Reader] ['What they call home' OS] - Requested

Title: Bundle of joy Pairing: Sirius Black x Lestrange!Female!Reader Word count: 1.4k Published: 9 May, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: When you realise there’s a little baby growing in your belly, it terrifies you. Both you and Sirius had a rough childhood and now that there’s a new life inside you, your ability to raise a child concerns you, especially as you’re in the middle of a war. Notes: Part of the series What they call home, but can be read separately. Request: [x] by Anonymous

"Because I love Drama and the Lestrange X Sirius so much - Could you do an extra OS where Lestrange tells him that she is pregnant? Before that she is very distant (Generally afraid of the pregnancy and afraid of becoming like her parents as a mother) and often met a healer from the Order to ask what she is allowed to do/ not to do. 😊 (Of course only if you have time to do it)"

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It’s been 2 weeks. 2 whole weeks since you found out. 14 days exactly. 336 hours, 20160 minutes, 1209600 seconds. However you kept calculating, it still felt like forever. There was no doubt, no way to avoid the inevitable. As you walked out of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, you were trying to grasp the idea of having a tiny human growing in your belly. A life that you were to nurture for the next 7 months within you. You were supposed to be happy, full of life, planning creative ways to tell all your loved ones. But how could you. The only thoughts that came to you were anything but positive. Your parents made your life a living hell, your bothers were death eaters and as difficult it was to admit it, you were one of them, even though you didn’t agree with their views.

How were you supposed to raise a child when the only examples you have been taught were how to hate? How were you to raise a child when you didn’t even know how to hold one? But most of all, how were you to tell Sirius, the man who meant more to you than anyone in your life? Children or family for that matter never came up in your conversations. You just couldn’t imagine walking up to him, stating your findings as simple facts. The man would have gotten a heart attack.

You were seated in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place with a steaming cup of tea in one hand and an enchanted polaroid photo of a tiny smudge that barely even resembled a baby just yet. You jumped in your seat as you heard the entrance door open and quickly hid the photo in your pocket. It wasn’t the right time, you weren’t ready to tell him just yet.

Sirius walked towards the kitchen, halting in the doorway, peeking in the room to catch a sight of you. “Hello, love,” he called with a soft smile across his face. As he approached you, his steps felt heavy and uncertain. But it was no surprise to you. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked as he stepped beside you and hinted a small kiss on the top of your hair, but once again, just like you have done many times before, you pulled away from him.

“I’m— I’m good,” you replied with a faux smile, trying to stop him from worrying, but you knew he realised your distant behaviour. He kneeled beside your chair, getting hold of your hands, holding them gently, drawing little circles on your knuckles.

“I know something is wrong. I know you are trying to hide something. If you are not ready to tell me, that is fine, but please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded with you as he left a small kiss on the back of your hand, reassuring you that he was ready to wait for you to open up.

“I just need you to give me a bit more time,” you whispered, your breath shaky and uncertain as you squeezed Sirius’ hands.

“As long as you need,” he offered you a sweet and genuine smile as he let go of your hands and cupped your cheeks, kissing you on your lips. His mere touch always made you feel safe, as though nothing could ever hurt you. But you knew in that moment that you were more afraid than ever.

“I wish that was true,” you sighed heavily, averting your eyes. “I’m scared, Sirius,” you exhaled, leaning forward and placing your forehead in the crook of his neck.

“Love, what are you afraid of?” He asked in confusion, running his hand through the back of your hair, trying to sooth your worries.

“Will I be like them?” You asked, earning a questioning humming sound from Sirius. “Like my parents. Will I be as horrible as them? I’m their blood after all,” you heaved a heavy sigh, your breath hitching as tears started escaping down your cheeks, soaking Sirius’ thick coat.

“Where is this coming from?” He asked, stunned. “You are nothing like your parents or your brothers. You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met, both inside and out. And if you don’t believe me, ask yourself, have I ever lied to you? As far as I’m concerned, I have not. You are nothing like your family. Can you please tell me where all this is coming from? You are making me really worried,” he pleaded with you as he hinted a small kiss on your temple.

“Do you really think I’m nothing like them?” You asked as you leaned back to look into his smoky eyes, needing reassurance.

“Anything but, love,” he replied with a soft smile, hoping to cheer you up, earning a small smile from you.

“Sirius— erm, I was thinking— what do you think about children?” You tried to bring up the subject as softly as you could. If you could, you could have delayed the inevitable, but as he kneeled in front of you with a worried look across his face, you knew you couldn’t leave him in the dark any longer.

“Children?” He asked with a deep frown across his brows, your question catching him off guard. “I like them, I guess. I mean I have a really good relationship with Harry, Ron and Hermione and it seems little Teddy likes me too,” he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“And what do you think about having your own child?” You questioned, feeling your heart took on a faster pace, your palms sweating in your nervous state.

His eyes widened, your question surprising him. “What— what do you mean?” He asked stuttering, but you just bit on your lower lip and let your head fall forward whilst playing with your fingers. “Hold on a minute, do you mean— as in you and me— are we going to be parents?” He asked with a shocked expression, lips widely parted, eyes growing round. You weren’t sure what to say, how to say it or what would be the right words to use, so instead you nodded. “Is there going to be a little you and me— a miniature us running around?” He repeated as if needing further reassurance, he didn’t misinterpret your gesture.

“Yes— there is going to be a little one running around in approximately 7 months,” you replied with an awkward smile as you placed your hand on your belly, with the other reaching for the photo in your pocket. He took it from you, his face turning pale for a second, realisation hitting him hard, before his lips started curving up into a small smile.

“That— that is absolutely brilliant,” he began to chuckle as a wide grin spread across his face. “Just imagine what a handful he or she is going to be,” he laughed.

“Are you not afraid?” You asked.

“Of what exactly?” He furrowed his brows.

“Of us not being good parents? We are both from families that do not have a good record in providing a loving home,” you voiced your concerns.

“Not at all,” he smiled proudly. “If anything, we know best what we were missing and what we would like to do for that little one. We can use the lack of love we had as an advantage, because now we know how important it is for a child to be brought up in a healthy, loving family,” he took your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

“But Sirius, we are in the middle of a war,” you retorted, still unsure of your ability of bringing up a child.

“We are in the middle of a war now and we were in the middle of a war over a decade ago. You can’t stop the circle of life because of evil people. Don’t think about all the negativities. Think about the fact that I love you, you love me, and we will have a beautiful bundle of joy who we will love just as much,” a content smile spread across Sirius’ face. “At least little Teddy will have a playmate,” he chuckled playfully as he pulled you up into a standing position and sneaked his arms around your waist. “I love you and I already love that little ankle-biter more than anything,” he whispered into your ear.

“I have no idea how I got to be so lucky to have you,” you replied with tears filling up your eyes.

“Those better be happy tears,” he raised a questioning brow, his foolish smile still plastered across his face.

“Only,” you chuckled as you cupped his face and pulled him down to meet your lips halfway. “I love you so much,” you breathed against his lips, before you closed the gap between the two of you once again.

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twdmusicboxmystery · 4 years ago

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The Orange Backpack Symbol

So, we’ve been batting around the symbol of the orange backpack for a LONG time. We first saw it on a hitch hiker in 3x10, Clear, when Rick and Michonne went and found Morgan. We’ve seen it and things like it many times since. We still aren’t entirely sure what it means, but these are some ideas we’re batting around.

(Not my edit but just thought it was funny. It shows the fandom picks up on these symbols, even if they often don’t know what to do with them. 😊) I’ll give you my fellow theorist’s observations, first. They are excellent and most likely correct, even if we can’t say for sure, yet. Then I’ll chime in with a few of my own.

@frangipanilove:

I’m still uncertain about the Orange backpack symbolism versus regular backpacks. It sort of depends on the Dutch angles from Coda. If the term “Dutch angles” was something that came from TPTB, then I can make a strong case about Orange being tied to Beth. If it didn’t come from the horse’s mouth then it’s a much weaker connection. It could still be a thing, but it’s just not a case I can argue very convincingly.

@twdmusicboxmystery: For the record, though we haven’t heard tptb specifically mention “dutch angles” in any particular interview that we know of, I do believe we can safely say this came from them. It was talked about in the fandom a LOT and I believe the writers themselves leaked the first idea for it. It’s also part of the “on screen notes” in the Amazon digital version of the episode. Amazon has no involvement in the show other than carrying it and wouldn’t know what to put in the on-screen notes. Which means they come from the production itself. So I DO believe the “dutch angles” idea can be seen as something confirmed by the writers. Back to @frangipanilove:

@frangipanilove: But either way, I believe the “back” in backpack is a reference to “come back” or “return”, “resurrection”, Sirius symbolism. Same with “back pocket”, as well as the torsos we’ve seen sometimes. My reasoning behind that is from season 3 when Merle returned to the show, and Michonne wrote a “biter gram” where she used a walker’s back to symbolize “go back” to Merle.

The original Orange backpack in 3x10, Clear, can be tied to return symbolism in many ways. They initially ignored the guy, then later saw him dead. They passed him, but returned to grab the backpack.

And we’ve seen the backpack numerous times since, and it’s easy to tie it to reunions and returns to one’s family etc. We saw it in Michonne’s trippy vision with Virgil as well. Basically, it’s more return symbolism, because she’s going after Rick. She’ll find him, but even if she doesn’t, the return symbolism has already happened in that she found his boots and the iPhone (apple symbol) with the etching. That’s return symbolism.

(To her, Rick is dead, but these told her he might still be alive, so he’s just been resurrected in her mind.)

So, I view the backpack symbolism as return symbolism, and then the question is if Orange is a symbol that adds something different to the symbolism, or if it just enhances the return symbolism.

@wdway:

It's funny that we're having a discussion about the brownish orange or rust color backpack because I wanted us to discuss it, haha. I've been thinking of it quite a bit in the last few weeks and I agree with you to a certain point, @Frangi, about it possibly being a reunions symbol.

I guess the difference for me is that I believe it also represents a journey. Some journeys are shorter than others, but a journey that reunites you to a person you have not seen for a long time, or even possibly thought were dead. In my head, that's for the rusty orange color.

In the Clear episode, team Rick passes the guy with the backpack, they journey to his hometown where he reunited with Morgan, someone who he was not expecting to see and may even believed was dead. The difference is, he picks up the backpack on his return home.

With Glenn, his rusty orange backpack journey was longer, but he ultimately reunited with Maggie who he hoped was alive but was not certain.

Daryl wore the rusty colored backpack when he, Rosita, and Denise took a short journey to a nearby community. On their way back home, they encounter Dwight. It was a reunion, but not a good one. And although Dwight was alive, the last Daryl had seen him, I'm sure Daryl hoped Dwight was dead.

It occurred to me while I was doing my research about the red rag that Daryl is wearing a rusty orange with brown legging on his right leg when he is on a journey to find/reunite the body of Rick. I need to go back and check but at the D.C. capital, there was a banner of an eye that we believe to be Emily's/Beth's. I believe that banner was a rusty orange, which would mean that there would be a reunion with someone that would require a journey to be reunited with someone believed to be dead.

I believe a regular or bright orange could possibly also be a journey color, but not necessarily a reunion with someone the person believed to be dead. Virgil had a bright or regular orange backpack when he found Connie. And yes, Connie was believed to possibly be dead but we are not led to believe that Virgil knew Connie, so the reunions part of it does not apply. Only the journey he had taken from his Island.

I do not know if tptb actually mentioned Dutch angles but I have seen several interviews of movie directors over the years that have used Dutch angle and have commented that it is something taught in film school that could represent something being somewhat out of tilt, something that is not quite right. I do want to mention that in the episode Stalker that has Daryl and Alpha in the garage there was Dutch angles around Alpha which ties it to the episode, Coda.

I think there were better images of the eye in the promo pictures for that season. The second shot is in the entry hall where they showed all of the different exhibits, banners in different colors, etc. What I want to point out is that chevron at the bottom. The banner looks like it reads, “Natural History,” and maybe the word “Living.”

@frangipanilove:

Regarding the Orange cover on Daryl’s leg, I interpret it as boot symbolism (it covers his leg = boot = trunk), which is synonymous with trunk symbolism IMO. That’s also what we see after Michonne has had her hallucination, including the orange backpack; she finds Rick’s boots in the boat. Boots = trunk and boat = vessel = vehicle.

So, I interpret in a way that ultimately points to the story of survival by way of trunk (three/tree/trunk symbolism). In Michonne’s case, it points towards Rick’s survival story, but because of the blue heron painting (among other things) we know that Rick’s story and Beth’s story are two versions of the same story.

So, when I interpret the symbolism around Michonne in that episode as pointing towards a reunion with Rick (or return to Rick), it means I also interpret the same symbolism as pointing towards Beth’s survival.

The banner in the museum in 9x1 IMO is eye = Sirius symbolism. This is because of Sirius as the “heavenly dog with a star in its eye” from the Robert Frost poem, and therefore also a reference to the one-eyed dog from Alone, among other things.

And in 9x1, the eye banner is orange, and Daryl’s leg wrap is orange. Which ties orange symbolism, eye symbolism and boot (Daryl’s leg) symbolism into Sirius symbolism. The orange backpack = return/resurrection. Daryl’s leg wrapping = boot = trunk = return/resurrection. The orange eye banner = Sirius = return/resurrection.

Also, I don’t think they will ever comment on whose eye it is on the banner, but you cannot convince me that it’s not Emily’s eye unless they specifically deny it.

This is a very short explanation of the symbolism pathway that leads me to think back = return. It’s a way to explain it that fits into my system. But basically, I believe what you say about a journey is just a different aspect of it. They’re slightly different ways of ending up at more or less the same spot. But in order to have a return, there kind of has to be a journey involved, otherwise it’s not much of a return, right?

Actually, I don’t know where you guys stand on this now, but I remember when the Michonne episode aired, @twdmusicboxmystery interpreted the apple symbolism as “separation.” I interpreted it as kind of the opposite: apples as a symbol of “bringing your family back, as Virgil said after poisoning Michonne. She said it took her family away from her, but I believe tptb use the apple symbolism as pointing towards reunion/return/resurrection.

My point is, we’re both right because they are two sides to the same story. There can’t be reunion unless there has been some sort of separation first. So, it could seem like I interpret the apple symbolism opposite to what @twdmusicboxmystery said after the episode, but I actually don’t think about it that way. I think we’re both picking up on what’s important about the apple symbolism, and then we use slightly different word to describe it.

I focus on the return/resurrection part, but in order to have that, there has to be some kind of separation or journey preceding it. You can’t reunite with someone you haven’t been separated from, and most likely, there’s a journey involved. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make much sense, right?

We first saw the eye banner when spoiler pictures from filming 9x1 emerged. They made no attempt to prevent the spoiler pics from coming out, they actually made quite the spectacle of it instead. I actually find that very interesting, because if it really is Emily’s eye, which I’m fully convinced it is, then it was a very loud announcement to TD about Beth, the eye/Sirius symbolism and also the orange symbolism.

We first saw Daryl’s leg wrapping in Stradivarius, right? We see the orange leg wrapping (IMO a boot/trunk reference) in Stradivarius, which is kind of the first we see of Daryl after the time skip, if you don’t count the small clip from the opening minutes of 9x6, which is an interesting clip. But you actually don’t see the orange leg wrapping there.

Which, if you don’t count the clip from 9x6 is kind of the first chronological appearance by Daryl after FM. You see him transitioning into the orange leg wrapping in FM, but chronologically that’s set in the time between 9x5 and 9x7. I love the little clip from 9x6, so packed with symbolism. But I do find it interesting that it doesn’t show the orange leg wrapping. It’s like they went out of their way to NOT show it. No idea if that’s significant or not, but certainly interesting.

@wdway:

You're right Frangi at the core we pretty much all believe the same thing. I agree totally with the eye banner being symbolism of Sirius the one-eyed dog but I also was very excited about seeing the Chevron symbol at the end of the entry hall banners, all in colors that can be tied to Beth. To me it speaks that there will be some type of military tie between the Sirius symbol (Beth) and the Chevron symbol (Commonwealth/CRM)

@frangipanilove: Yeah, agree on the chevron. They really like to pile on the symbols, don’t they. It’s symbolism on top of symbolism.

@wdway: We did actually see a quick glimpse of Daryl's orange legging in Who Are You Now, immediately following the reveal of the X on Michonne's back.

@frangipanilove: That’s awesome. Because that means that when we see it in Find Me, it’s the first time in the chronology he wears it. Assuming he had the orange leg cover during the entirety of 9x6, it means the very first time we see Daryl wearing it is when he’s standing waist-deep in the water spear fishing. Obviously, we don’t see it, but I’m going to assume we’re meant to believe he’s wearing it in the water while spear fishing.

Spear fishing is something we saw with both Leah and Carol in FM. He threw a fish at the front door with the X. In 9x6 we saw him catch a fish on the spear, then immediately a walker emerges from the water. All very strong symbols. Michonne has a very poignant voiceover, lots of symbolism there as well. He sees a walker representing himself grown into the tree trunks (three I believe). It reaches out for him, or something. Then the blue bird comes, grabs the ear worm, we see the nest, the bird babies. More poignant monologue from Michonne, tiny beacons of light etc.

@twdmusicboxmystery

What actually kicked off this conversation not long after Fear, 6x12, In Dreams aired, was that I noticed in Grace’s dream, when she met her daughter Athena, Athena was wearing an orange backpack. Not THE orange backpack, but another one.

I don’t have tons to add except to say that I totally agree with these two ladies. Another, slightly different (though not really) way you could look at it is that backpack always appears before someone dies, but there’s always a return as on the horizon as well.

In Clear, as @wdway mentioned, Morgan qualifies as a resurrection and return, but the hitchhiker carrying the backpack also died. In this case, Morgan also disappeared again, not to reappear until 5x01. So it was also the beginning of another separation between Rick and Morgan.

I seem to remember Carl having the backpack in 3x16, just before TF finally kicked the Governor’s butt. I’ve often wondered if it was a death omen for Carl. And it may have been, given that this is the episode where Gimple took over and probably planned Carl’s arc. But that wouldn’t come for a long time.

It’s more likely that it meant other things. Many of the Gov’s people actually did die, but that also kicked off the Gov’s arc where he disappeared and didn’t return until 4x08 when he bulldozed the prison. And there were HEAVY Beth parallels during those two episodes (4x06-07) about him. There were also smaller returns here, such as Karen returning to Tyreese at Woodbury, and them finding Andrea. Though she, too, actually died.

Michonne’s vision with Virgil has been covered pretty well here. Clearly it’s leading toward her finding Rick (reunion) but also kicks off her separation from her kids, Daryl and the rest of TF. We didn’t see obvious death around her, but I’m sure there will be some in her coming arc. The fact that she keeps ending up with Negan’s bat in her hands is proof enough of that.

I’m sure you can also see how the orange backpack ties into the left/right/back pocket symbolism as well.

So yeah. I think you get the idea. It’s a fascinating symbol, isn’t it? And one we’ll definitely keep an eye on moving forward. Thoughts?

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gideonthesoldier · 5 years ago

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➤ ➤ Gideon Prewett ➤ ➤

GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Gideon Felix Prewett Nickname(s): Gid, generally. Git, from close friends. Occasionally he just goes by ‘Fabian, oh - shit, sorry, wrong one.’ Age: 23 Gender & Pronouns: Cisgender male Sexuality: Certifiably, as gay as the day is long. Date of Birth: May 29, 1955 Horoscope: Gemini Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Nationality: British English Occupation (and, if you’re one of the people playing a character close to graduation, future occupation): Shopboy at the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley and wanted vigilante Summarized in One Word: Red

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Eddie “ugliest boy in school” Redmayne Height: 6 feet 0 inches Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Green-grey-hazel-messiness Noticeable Features: Freckles everywhere, a voice loud enough to give you a headache, he’s probably gesturing a lot with his hands, why is his hair so red? Oh no, there’s TWO of him, Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Bad. He thinks nothing about mucking about in trainers all the time and as long as clothes are clean and still fit him, he’s happy to wear them. There’s often a slight wrinkle to him and he sometimes looks more...comfortable than appropriate. When he does dress up, he does it well! But for a normal day, he’s happy in his tee-shirts and denims. There is one spectacular blue coat in his collection now, but he’s almost too worried about wearing it anywhere.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown (and, if they’re a graduate or soon to be a graduate, where they live now or will be living soon): Gideon shares a flat with Fabian in London, but he is almost never there. If he’s not at Order headquarters, he’s at the Burrow. If he’s not either place, he’s at work. Home is a landing pad at best, not because he dislikes it but because he prefers to keep moving and is unable to be alone.

Financial Status: Like the rest of their family, the Prewetts are comfortably nettled in the lower class but they’ve gotten very, very good at making do. It’s made worse by the fact that Fabian had to give up cursebreaking and Gideon is stuck at his dead-end, minimum wage job. Still, they split the cost on their apartment and save where they can, using magic to keep clothes mended and things clean. As long as they have enough to eat and a roof over their head and some pocket change for drinks on the weekend, they’re more than happy.

Spoken Languages: English and Molly’s Annoyed Voice (counts as a language, trust him)

Dream Job: He’d love to write children’s books and also be the father to 178 rescue pets

Bad Habits: He has a lot of them. He’s a lip biter, a nail picker, and always leaves his clothes on the floor. He doesn’t smoke - a fact that he’s strangely insecure about - but he’s been known to overindulge on drinks. He interrupts people when he’s excited. He sleeps far, far too late when he can (or, at least, he used to before the nightmares began).

Above all, though, Gideon is unable to be alone. If a time comes when Gideon has the rare chance to spend a day in his own apartment and Fabian or another friend isn’t there, the place becomes completely uninhabitable to Gideon. He loves being at Order headquarters, or the Burrow, or even work whether he’s scheduled or not, because he needs to be around other people to feel like he’s truly himself.

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Rose Prewett Father: Tyson Prewett Sibling(s): Molly (sister); Arthur (brother in law) Pet(s): None yet, sadly Grandparent(s): Hugo, Gideon’s maternal grandfather, is his only surviving grandparent. Cousin(s): Gideon’s uncle, Ignatius, and his wife, Lucretia, don’t have any children of their own. However, Aunt Lucretia does have one brother - Orion - who has two strapping sons, Sirius and Regulus. Arthur’s brother, Bilius, is much cooler.

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: Cypress wood, phoenix tail feather, thirteen inches, unyielding, unusually knobby

Patronus (and which memory they’re currently using to cast a patronus if they can, or which one they’d use if they could): It’s a fox, and he thinks about last year on Charlie’s birthday when he and Fabian ran around with all the nephews in the backyard and got them to laugh until nobody could breathe, and it was a lovely sunny day, and nobody was afraid and everyone was together!

Boggart: It’s a reflection of Gideon himself, standing alone. It may not seem like much, but even in Gideon’s head he can’t picture himself without Fabian by his side. If not Fabian, then someone - Molly, or one of his nephews, or a friend, or a fellow Order member. He’s afraid to be alone. To see himself on his own is truly terrifying, albeit embarrassing.

OWLS: Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Astronomy

NEWTS: Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions

What Kind of Magic do They Excel at: His best branch of magic is Transfiguration. In school, it was due to the perfect combination of it being mentally stimulating, practical, adaptable to pranks, engaging and having lessons where he actually got to interact with his wand, his classmates and objects around him. It caught and held his attention enough to seem worth learning, and was taught in such a way that it seemed worth learning.

Now, in the Order and in his free time, Gideon uses Transfiguration whenever possible. Forgot to wash the dishes? It only takes a few seconds to transfigure his favorite mug into a dinner plate. Unnaturally bored while stationed somewhere, keeping guard? He’s been known to conjure a Rubix cube or other small puzzle box to entertain his hands. Rough day at work, and not feeling like cleaning out the cages? Vanishment is a difficult branch of magic, but Gideon always had a talent for it.

He uses a lot of Transfiguration in dueling, too. When he feels he can’t control his opponent or the situation he’s in, Gideon finds comfort in controlling the surroundings, and will often bring sudden, distracting life to whatever dark alley he’s in to throw the other party off their game.

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: Campaigner ( ENFP-T) (Read more!)

“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive.”

The Campaigner personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike types in the Explorer Role group, Campaigners are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, they can certainly be felt in any crowd.

Enneagram: (Read more!)

Type 7 - 83% MATCH Type 7 is described as The Enthusiast. Sevens want to have as much fun and adventure as possible and are easily bored.

Type 2 - 79% MATCH Type 2 can be described as The Giver. Twos want to be liked and find ways that they can be helpful to others so that they can belong.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Archetype:

53% Caregiver - Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

24% Advocate - The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

23% Rebel - The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.

Temperament: Sanguine

Sanguine people are boisterous, bubbly, chatty, openly emotional, social extroverts. (Read more!)

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summurous · 8 years ago

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A Pirate and a Princess

When was the last time I posted a fic? Don’t know...probably last year...

Anyways, have some Pirates in Love adventure/love!

Eduardo looked at his reflection and let out a frustrated sigh. The Sirius had disbanded two years prior, forcing Eduardo to abandon his life as a pirate. He moved back to Moldor to reconcile with his father and reveal his origins as an heir to the monarchs of Ullr. He had wanted to improve the lives of the Ullrian people of Moldor. And with his father’s authority and influence, that dream had become reality. But the price of recognition was obligation. Since becoming involved in the welfare of the Ullrian people, he was required to humor the standard routines of politicians, such as attending frivolous balls and parties that were crawling with bureaucrats. He wasn’t planning on staying, though. That very night was when the Sirius would pull into the harbor and take him back to the life he had been yearning for the last two years. Eduardo left his room and walked briskly down the halls toward the ballroom. Entering through a side door so as to avoid attracting attention, the pirate cast a look around the room. The chandeliers hanging from the ceilings cast soft lighting against the ornamented walls. Decorative mirrors placed strategically around the room cast the soft glow of the lit candles in the chandeliers. The reflective surfaces only seemed to mock him. The room was a personification of the bars in his gilded prison. The people within the ballroom were artificial. Fakes smiles and forced laughter resonated against him, just to be reflected by the barriers Eduardo had constructed around himself. He would never get used to the political functions his father insisted on attending. Eduardo made introductions and greetings cordially enough, but his boredom of the entire event was evident. His father, the commander, came up to Eduardo. He had barely spoken to his son before dragging him over to where a young woman and a middle-aged man stood. “Eduardo, this is Princess Maya and Chancellor Corrigan of Lumeria Kingdom. The princess is the guest of honor tonight.” The commander informed him. The princess and chancellor curtseyed and bowed respectively to Eduardo. Eduardo gave them a slight acknowledgement in greeting, but returned to his bored looking expression. Just then the dinner bell rang, signaling to the guests that the meal was ready to be served. The partygoers trickled into the dining room, some lingering behind to chat and sip their wine. Eduardo went into the dining room. He just wanted the evening to be over with. Being the guest of honor, the princess was seated at the Commander’s right, while Eduardo was seated to the Commander’s left, meaning they were sitting across from each other. While the princess paid him no attention and continued to converse with his father, Eduardo got a better look at her. She was certainly pretty to say the least. Her brunette locks were pulled back into braided bun. Her blue gown was rather simple in design, but Eduardo could guess that it cost more than his entire wardrobe. The princess tried to make idle conversation with him, but quickly gave up when Eduardo could only offer one-syllable answers accompanied by a glare. So she settled for conversation with the commander and the chancellor at her side. When dinner was finally over, Eduardo quickly stood up and went back to his room. Eduardo adjusted the eye patch over his right eye. That night he would sneak out of the mansion and toward the docks, where he knew the Sirius was waiting. Taking one last look around his room, he nodded in affirmation and stepped onto the edge of the windowsill. Making sure that there were no patrolling guards on the grounds, he was about to make the leap to a nearby tree limb when he heard a door slam loudly. Eduardo paused and braced himself. “Let me go!” a feminine voice cried out from the next room. Eduardo’s heart nearly jumped into his throat as he steadied himself against the window. He recognized that voice. He strained his ears and heard the brief sounds of a scuffle floating out of the open window of the room next door. Eduardo looked behind him at the door to his own room, considering if he should barge in via the hallway. The noises stopped when Eduardo heard a man’s voice resonate through the wall. “Now just stay there,” the voice said, “and I might be gentle with you.” “You bastard…” the princess swore in a low and quieter tone. “Oh, don’t worry,” the man said with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. “I won’t kill you right away.” Eduardo furrowed his brow. Something didn’t seem right. Why wasn’t the princess screaming? The conversation in the next room continued. “What do you even want?” the princess seemed oddly calm and collected given the present situation. “You’ll be happy to know that you’ll be quite useful soon enough, but I doubt the princess would agree.” He was clearly ignoring her protests and questions. Eduardo had inched over to the window of the room, balancing on the narrow ledge, his back flat against the brick exterior of the mansion. While he couldn’t see into the room completely, the voices were much clearer, and he was in a better position to swing inside should the situation get worse. He was thankful that the window was wide open, as fitting his frame through a smaller opening would have ruined his advantage of surprise. “Is this about the princess’ upcoming marriage?” Eduardo’s mind was alert as he began to piece together information from the exchange. Was the girl he had met earlier not the actual princess? And the unvaried tone of the man was familiar. He thought of the stiff chancellor who had sat next to the princess at dinner. “That’s none of your concern. However I must wrap up this conversation or I am going to be late meeting with the commander. Now,” the man paused for a moment and lowered his voice to barely above a whisper, “if you’re agreeable, I might teach you something about the pleasures a woman can give a man.” His tone sounded slimy. “Oh! You’re a biter…” the man seemed to be enjoying the control he had over the temperamental girl. “I’ll have to remember to muzzle you.” He heard the sound of footsteps, then the opening and closing of a door. Eduardo waited for a few moments before crouching down in front of the window. Being careful to make as little noise as possible, he placed his right leg into the room before the rest of him followed suit. He spied the girl in question by the four-poster bed; she was standing by one of the posts with her chestnut-colored head bent forward, her hands tied behind her back around the post. He was about to take another step toward her when he heard the unmistakable sound of rope snapping, followed by a brief sigh. Eduardo guessed that her captor had tied her to the post before leaving. Eduardo quickly hid himself in a dark corner of the room behind a standing wardrobe and quietly watched her dash to the door. The girl twisted and fiddled with the stationary doorknob. It was locked. She heaved a heavier sigh this time before turning around to lean against the door. Even in the dimly lit room, Eduardo could see every single one of her features. Her hair was disheveled and there was a small rip in one of her sleeves that had been absent when he saw her last. Her complexion looked paler than before but there was a red flush across her left cheek, the outline of a handprint just barely visible. Her eyes were downcast, but they held so much emotion within them. Despite the defiant composure she had shown her assailant, she was really on the verge of tears. She straightened and walked over to a trunk located in a corner of the room. She opened the lid and held something up to inspect it. Eduardo recognized the shape as that of a gun. She placed several bullets into the chambers and cocked it with a click. She walked to the middle of the room and looked at the locked door with uncertainty. Eduardo was pretty sure that she would fire the gun at the next person who came into the room. He had to admit, she had guts. Then, to his horror, she pointed the muzzle of the gun to her right temple. Eduardo didn’t hesitate. He jumped out of his hiding place and wrenched the muzzle upward out of her hand. She jumped and turned around in surprise, but despite the look of shock on her face, she didn’t scream. Her surprise faded and turned into a scowl. “What are you…?” She began to hiss angrily when Eduardo placed a hand over her mouth. “I could ask you the same thing.” He spoke in a low and quiet tone. “Are ya so intent to die?” He released his grip on her face. She took a step backwards and shifted her gaze to the floor. “I don’t have a choice.” She said it simply, as if ending her life was the easiest thing in the world. Eduardo wasn’t sure if he should pity her or be angry with her. She wasn’t the princess, so she could do whatever she wanted with her life. But it was a waste for her to just throw it away when she could easily escape. Eduardo put the safety on the gun and pocketed it. He was intent to get some answers from this girl at least. She stared at him defiantly when she turned towards the door again. She had good ears. The sound of footsteps reverberated down the hall as they approached her door. Eduardo got his own gun out as the feet stopped at her door. A hissing sound indicated that something had been slid through the crack of the door. Then the feet walked away and the footsteps grew faint in the distance. The girl crouched to the ground to pick up a scrap of paper. He walked over to and caught a glimpse of the note before she crumpled it into a small ball. The words ‘Get Out’ made the message very clear. The girl turned to him with a new expression on her face. All fear was absent from her crystalline blue eyes. “Well then, King Eduardo,” she said mockingly. “What do you suggest?” Eduardo had definitely underestimated her. She didn’t hesitate when he told her they could escape out of the third story window. She was still in her dress, but she still managed to jump onto the tree limb and descend to the ground with only snagging the skirt on a few branches. He didn’t tell her where he was taking her, but after looking around to be certain none of the guards were patrolling the grounds, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her behind him. She was surprisingly fast and managed to keep up with him as they raced to the port. Eduardo looked behind him occasionally to see if she was all right and to see if they were being followed. They raced through the town and reached the harbor. Even in the dim twilight, Eduardo easily spotted the Sirius at the docks. It seemed like the rest of the crew was already waiting for him. He barely registered the shocked looks on their faces as he raced up to the ship while dragging a girl behind him. He shouted breathlessly, not even bothering to greet anyone. “We need to set sail, now!” The pair had just reached the gangplank leading up to the deck of the Sirius when he heard gunshots behind him. He turned and saw several men in uniform wielding guns running towards the docks. It looked as if the navy was after them. Eduardo reacted automatically. Lifting the startled girl into his arms, he wasted no time running up the plank and brusquely throwing her down onto the deck. With no intention of getting shot or captured by the navy, the rest of the Sirius crew went into action raising the anchor and undocking the ship. Eduardo reached the helm and began to steer. By the time the guards and officers reached the docks, the Sirius was at least fifty meters out of reach, already setting sail into the dark ocean waters. Moldor was fading into the distance when Eduardo walked down from the helm to the group gathered on the deck. All of the men surrounded the girl; everyone was trying to talk at once. Captain Morgan noticed Eduardo walking up to them. The look on his face wasn’t the usual carefree and relaxed expression. It was one of the captain’s more stern and serious faces that showed now. Knowing the captain, Eduardo supposed that they had been planning on having a party to celebrate the crew’s reunion after two long years. Eduardo’s unexpected arrival had certainly dampened the mood. “Eduardo,” the captain’s low voice rumbled across the deck, making everyone stop talking immediately. Russell and Thomas stepped back to allow Eduardo to walk up to the young woman. Christopher had a hand on her shoulder and seemed to be inquiring if she was hurt. She had her arms wrapped around her small frame and was shivering from the night air, but otherwise seemed uninjured. “I hope yer going to explain why we have a passenger,” Nathan growled in a low voice from beside the captain. Even though he sounded angry, his eyes indicated that he was both concerned and curious. “She yer woman? Heh,” the captain suddenly broke out into a smile and a laugh, looking over at the girl. “You’ve got good taste.” Even in the dim light of the waxing moon, Eduardo could see the blush that swept over the woman’s face. “No way. No woman in ‘er right mind would go along with someone like Ed.” Russell took a stab at him. Eduardo glared at the swordsman with intent to destroy his dumb grin when the doctor spoke up. “Eduardo, why were ya being chased by the navy?” Christopher had removed his hand from the girl’s shoulder as a slightly worried look showed on his face. “Don’t tell me you’ve kidnapped this young lady?” The doctor’s eyes widened slightly. “No,” Eduardo said firmly as the rest of the crew looked as if they were about the tackle the navigator. “Those men were trying to kill her.” He gestured toward the young woman who was now staring at him with a passive expression. The rest of the crew turned back to the girl in surprise when she spoke up. “Why did you help me?” Her eyebrows were knitted together above her expressive eyes. “You don’t even know who I am…” That was true. Eduardo had never gotten her real name. “Well, yer obviously not the princess,” he stated, which surprised the Sirius crew yet again. “No,” the girl sighed and turned her eyes downward. She looked back at Eduardo directly and said, “my name is Anna.” “Why were you posing as Princess Maya, then?” “It’s my job to impersonate the princess,” she sighed as she began to explain, “There are many people who would want to hurt the princess in order to hurt Lumeria Kingdom, so the princess has several body doubles at her aid to keep her safe.” “So if someone tried to kill the princess, you would die instead?” She nodded. “I don’t know if yer brave or just stupid.” Eduardo let out a breath as he walked up to her. “An’ getting yourself killed won’t help yer princess.” He remembered the scene in her bedroom when she tried to shoot herself. It was then that he realized something. “But the man who caught you…he knew you weren’t the princess.” Eduardo frowned in thought. She turned her gaze downward again. “Right…” she said quietly. “I don’t know what he’s planning.” She turned her gaze up again, but didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular. A crease appeared in the middle of her forehead as she furrowed her brow in thought. “He said I would prove useful to him…maybe he planned on accusing me of a crime.” Anna seemed thoughtful as one of her hands touched the chain on her neck. Then she looked directly into Eduardo’s eye, her electric blue eyes staring into his hazel one. “He said he was going to meet with the commander…” Her voice trailed off, but Eduardo could guess what she was implying. “My father’s not a fool,” Eduardo brushed her off and broke their eye contact to look out at the black ocean. “He’ll be fine.” “Well, you’re certainly safe here.” Christopher spoke up suddenly. He smiled reassuringly at the young woman. “Of course!” Captain Morgan walked up to her and clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Welcome to the Sirius!” As introductions began, Anna gave a small smile as she recognized each of the crew in greeting. Eduardo mulled over the recent events in his mind. Watching the demure-looking girl, he could tell there was something she wasn’t letting on about her identity. That night, Eduardo led Anna to his room. After some argument with the rest of the crew, Eduardo had insisted that the girl share a cabin with him. By doing this, he was pretty much taking responsibility for her. Once inside the room, Eduardo exhaled heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. It had been a long day, and had certainly ended on a bad note. He glanced over at the young woman, who was looking around the room. He gestured to the bed. “You can have the bed; I’ll sleep on the floor.” He lay down in a corner of the room. “Thanks.” He heard her say. Just as he closed his eyes he heard the rustling of cloth. Eduardo sat up and saw Anna bending over. “What are ye doing, woman!?” He turned his head instinctively away from the sight of her undressing. “Relax. I’m wearing pants.” She scoffed. To Eduardo, it sounded like she was laughing at him. He looked back at her angrily to see her folding what appeared to be a skirt. She was, in fact, wearing a pair of pants, while her blouse remained intact. He had presumed she was wearing a dress. Eduardo looked more closely and saw that she had been wearing a strange belt under her skirt. The belt had several loops built into it and storage compartments. Separate from the belt, Eduardo saw a gun attached to her thigh, held by a shorter belt that wrapped around her right leg. “The Hell!?” Eduardo quickly stood up. “You had another gun on ye?” By this time she had taken off the first belt and was unbuckling the one on her thigh. “Yeah.” She said simply, unconcerned with his attitude. “It’s uncomfortable to sleep in all of this.” She had placed the skirt and belts in a corner of the room on top of a crate before turning to the bed. Eduardo grabbed her shoulder and forced her to face him. He moved his face closer to hers. She was not ordinary. No, this woman was not some simple girl like she had wanted him to believe. With his most intimidating glare, he growled at her in a low voice: “Who the hell are you?” He thought he saw fear in her strange blue eyes, but she just looked at him coolly and answered. “I already told you.” She stared right back at him without blinking. They stared at each other for a few tense seconds before she pulled herself away and walked to the bed to lie down. He didn’t understand her, and that irritated him. He could usually tell what other people were thinking, but this girl betrayed nothing to him. He skulked back to the corner where he had laid down to sleep and stared at the wall. His blood still boiled from thoughts of the strange girl.

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