#tremblay siblings

[under-theweirwood]

o'knutzy week day two!

a little angst, a little tremblay sibling bonding, a little emotional hurt/comfort. @oknutzyweek2023 && @lumosinlove cred4ever

(note: vaincre spoilers! set sometime after logan's move)

Sydney wasn’t Logan’s first choice sister for emotional support. She was his first choice sister for lake days and horror movies and practicing shootouts but not usually affairs of the heart. Noelle was better at that, or even Aubrey. Sydney was maybe a bit too much like Logan. 

But she was the one in Manhattan, the one who had called him, interrupted his usual pastime of laying in his empty apartment being sad, telling him that she was in town for one night because a game got rescheduled and she wanted to check on her little brother. The little brother in question might have gotten choked up a little just hearing her familiar accent, the slight nasal in her voice, the clack of her nails when she put the phone on speaker and typed in his address.

And then she was there after practice, like they were kids and they’d just finished up practice on the same rink.

“Lolo,” she’d yelled, sounding the same she’d always sounded, waiting outside for him to finish getting changed. She was so much the way she always was that it almost made Logan cry again. He stayed choked up even while he shushed her, gave her a tight hug, and knocked her beanie askew just to make her scowl. 

He was drained, from practice and from not sleeping and missing Finn and Leo every second of the day. She was tired too, her season just as much underway back in Canada as his was. And Logan knew she didn’t really need to come into town, could have gone up a day early for her next game. She came to check on him because she loved him, because he could try not to call his boys but he couldn’t ever hold back from calling his sisters.

They got coffee from the place just around the corner from Logan’s apartment, ordering the same drink that Finn had been calling sugar-water for years. Two iced mochas with cinnamon, almond milk. Lo and Syd, same as always. 

Logan even thought he had done a good job playing host, even just showing her the blue walls of the Rangers facility and the few restaurants and cafes the team had shown him. It wasn’t like it was her first time in the city, but still, it felt good to show her his little life there. To prove, maybe, that he was hanging in there. 

It got harder to keep his spirits up later in the day. By dinnertime, Logan’s phone had blinked up a few notifications from the boys, wrenching his heart a little each time. Outside the city was lit up but inside felt cold as ever. It felt silly to hang things on the walls of the apartment that was so not home, but that didn’t mean it felt good looking at all the blank, anonymous walls, the way that the space still looked exactly like it had when he toured. Dirty shoes and some duffels by the door, ready for practice, but that was about it. 

“Ouais, Lo, I’m making dinner.” Sydney clapped her hands, interrupting his moping, sliding into the open plan kitchen on her socked feet. “I know you must have something in this fancy apartment of yours.” 

Logan pulled himself off the couch and slid across the room to stand next to her by the cabinets. 

“I can make soup- for sure, I can make you some tomato soup.” Sydney pulled out the can, and turned to the fridge to see what else there was. Logan was almost sure there was some cheese, maybe some veggies. He planned to go to the store after practice the day before-- or two days earlier? But it was so easy just to order in, pick something up on the way home. And that was if he was hungry anyway. Sometimes his stomach just hurt too much in his empty apartment, and he just made tea and got into bed and tried to sleep. 

“Lolo, you really don’t have much here do you?” Sydney’s voice was soft when she looked over. The fridge was empty, just some condiments and half a burger growing mold in its styrofoam to-go container. 

Logan’s chest felt tight. There was his sister and his empty fridge and he couldn’t even make it to the grocery store to pick up some essentials. He was an adult and he didn’t even have milk on the shelf. 

“Your big boy NHL paycheck and you don’t even get some fruit?” Sydney was teasing him in her familiar way, but she must have been able to tell that something was suddenly wrong because her voice was soft, and then she was moving across the kitchen to wrap her arms around him. 

Logan tried to answer but all he got out was a kind of whimper. Sydney tightened her arms, shushing him gently. “I know, leaving Gryff has been hard on you, I know.” She was the same height as him- which Logan would deny, of course-- but just then he felt tiny, tucked into her side like a little kid. “Lolo, c’mon, it’s okay.” she shushed him gently, running her hands through his hair. 

He tried to breath slowly, calmly, but all he got out was another little sob. Logan didn’t know when he’d started crying, only that he felt suddenly unmoored, totally adrift. What was he doing in New York City, playing at being okay on his own? He wished he was in Gryff, of course, sandwiched between Finn and Leo on their couch, or even at home in the house he’d grown up in where nothing was ever more wrong than Sydney taking the last biscuit or running late to a practice.  

Sydney rubbed his back back comfortingly, one hand still in his hair as she guided him over to the couch and pulled him down so he was curled against her. “They shouldn’t have made you come here,” she said finally, when Logan finally caught his breath. 

“Ouais,” Logan sniffled. “They shouldn’t have, we were so good together.” He wasn’t sure if the ‘we’ was the lions, or Finn and Leo, or the Dumais kids clambering over him. It was all so good. 

Sydney understood, of course: Hockey was hockey, and they were lucky enough to have beaten the odds to play the game as a career. That meant giving up some security, though, accepting that a call could come from way up and change everything. 

Sydney paused in stroking hair hair, the way she did sometimes when she was deciding what to say. “You know,” she said slowly, “we never talked about it but I had to- when I got traded to Toronto Amber was still in Montréal. It was... a year, I think? Maybe two?” 

Logan sniffled, distracted for a second by what he thought Syd might be trying to tell him. 

“Amber your? Your friend from college?” He remembered Amber, he thought- all his sisters had been popular, bringing back friends for weeks in the summer and ski trips in the winter. Amber stood out, Sydney’s closest friend. She was taller than Logan and even more muscular that Sydney, with short hair and smooth dark skin. 

Sydney snorted out a laugh. “Lolo, my... friend? My friend from college?” She pulled away to raise both her eyebrows at him, speaking slowly like he was a toddler. 

Logan was confused. “You missed her when you played in different cities?” That made sense, it was always hard to go from sharing lines to facing someone across the ice. Logan hadn’t even really needed to do it until this, until now, but it loomed over the season. 

“Lo, you are so smart sometimes but also so dumb...” Sydney massaged the corners of her forehead, cracking up as she shook her head. “Amber my girlfriend? My girlfriend who I also had to do hockey long-distance with?” 

Logan blinked back at her. “You’re gay?” 

Sydney sighed exaggeratedly and flopped backwards on the couch. “Yes I am gay Logan I thought that when I brought my girlfriend of multiple years to our house for holidays that made it clear? Maybe when we lived together in Montréal? Maybe now that we literally own a house together I thought you would realize?” 

Logan sat back, considering. Parsed out like that, it did seem a little silly that he didn’t realize. But living together? He’d thought they were roommates, and he hadn’t actually spent more than a few hours in that apartment when he was visiting. And the house that they bought? That was harder to understand, but Logan had assumed it was like, a townhouse? Something with multiple apartments that they co-owned? Everyone talked about the high cost of housing, sharing didn’t seem too crazy. Once, he and Finn had talked about buying some house under the stars on a lake they could skate on. He and Finn... Logan sighed. It was coming together. 

“I guess I just assumed you were like me and Finn, really close friends?” Logan chewed his lip thoughtfully. 

Sydney threw her hands in the air. “Yes, Logan,” she said still speaking slowly. “Just like you and Finn. For example, together!” 

“You mean- this whole time, you’ve been gay?” Logan couldn’t believe it. He’d felt so alone, so broken, for so long. Even telling Noelle, telling his sisters about how he felt, it was a dark secret, a burden to be shared. Never did he think that he could have another queer sibling. 

“This whole time, Lolo,” Sydney rolled her eyes. “You were just too worried about your boy to think about it I guess. You think you all are the only queers in hockey?” 

“Sorry about that...” Logan felt bad as she said it. Of course he hadn’t noticed anything, he did spend all of college and most of his first year in the NHL obsessing over Finn, or obsessing over how to stop it.

“Oh, shh,” Sydney laughed, slouching against him as she pulled out her phone. “Aubrey and I were betting on if you had noticed anything last summer. She owes me a favor, I knew you weren’t paying any attention.” 

“Ugh,” Logan sighed. “I can’t believe you guys placed bets.” He’d been thoroughly distracted from his feelings by Sydney’s revelation, and now he felt embarrassed to be such a baby, not to mention for being clueless. Also, hungry. “So, dinner?” He imagined Leo, what Finn and him were no doubt sitting down to eat at home. It didn’t hurt as much as it would have an hour earlier, though, not with his sister splayed out on the couch next to him, making fun of him. 

“How about we order dinner, what about that?” Sydney was already scrolling through options on her phone. “Neither of us is really a cook, huh.” 

That made Logan snort out a laugh, even if he still had tears drying around his eyes. They’d burnt plenty of toast (and soup, and pasta, and...)  together growing up. 

“There’s good sushi here,” he said, leaning over to tap Sydney's screen when she scrolled past. 

“Bet,” she said, making him laugh with her exaggerated American accent. 

“Bet,” he parroted, “Ouais, let’s order, I’m hungry.” 

Later, they would talk about everything. About first crushes and first kisses, glances in locker rooms and hands held on busses to roadies, about feeling alone and then the magic of feeling alone together with someone special. Eventually, over the course of years, they would talk about what it meant to be queer kids growing up in hockey, about the women’s league and how things were different from the NHL and how things were the same. 

That night, though, they ate sushi, and slept side by side on Logan’s bed, curled around his laptop playing French cartoons from when they were kids.  For the first time since he moved in, Logan fell asleep easily, the familiar sound of his sisters breathing reminding him that he wasn’t alone. 

[fruitcoops]

May It Never Leave You

Fic O'Ween Day 11: Monster--or, What You Have, What You Hate (Logan's Version). Everyone's favorite dead horse is back, babey. Kudos to @noots-fic-fests for their hard work and @lumosinlove for these characters (and an outstanding Vaincre update today) .

TW memory loss, hospitals

Sunlight yawned over the horizon. Logan ticked another day in his head. 52 hours. Nearly a new record. The last time he didn’t sleep for two days, he and Finn had just finished playing Yale.

At least the apartment smelled better than their dorm had. Leave it to Leo and Finn’s monthly Target dates to find the best candles.

His head hurt. His chest hurt. Even his fucking eyes hurt, like he had kept them open after diving into the lake. It was a miserable way to feel in an otherwise perfect place—but then again, very little had been perfect recently.

Leo stirred in the curve of his body, not much more than a twitch. He hadn’t been sleeping well, either. Finn was the only one able to keep his eyes closed for longer than an hour (if that) and even he was quiet during the day. Dawn caught their phone screens as it filtered through the sliver of the blinds, all lined up on the nightstand with ringers turned to the highest setting. Just in case.

Logan blinked hard and pressed back into Finn. He needed to feel something solid; needed to feel Finn shift, his arm tightening around Logan’s waist. Something between his lungs throbbed with blunt pain.

“We should visit today.”

Leo’s voice was dull and coarse. Logan nodded into the nape of his neck.

“I want—” He broke off with an audible swallow. “I want to check on him.”

Sirius had woken for nearly twenty minutes the day before. James had been there, and Remus, of course. Logan wasn’t sure they had left yet. Remus certainly hadn’t looked like it. But their excitement was momentary at best when Sirius’ sleepy greetings turned incoherent, and he slipped back under for the rest of the day. Logan shook the whole way home.

“D’accord,” he murmured, tucking his knees into the hollow of Leo’s own. His belly was tense under Logan’s palm; he rubbed slow circles over it and kissed the curve of Leo’s neck. “We’ll go.”

Finn’s alarm went off at eight. They let it ring itself out. Nine minutes passed and it went again, a cheerful jangle that faded into silence. Slender fingers curled up against Logan’s collarbone. Finn’s cheek was flat on his shoulder blade, shaky breaths passing warm air over his skin. He let go for less than a minute. The alarm didn’t ring again.

Leo had the courage to check his email at nine and Logan half-read it over his shoulder, little blue dots disappearing unread into “[Gmail] Trash” under a thumb with the nail chewed down to the quick. He kissed the little-dipper trail of faint freckles up Leo’s shoulder and nudged at his wrist until he set the phone down with a tired smile and allowed Logan to coax him onto his belly, shifting closer. His cheek was pillow-creased when he turned. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Logan passed his thumbpad along Leo’s cheekbone, and blue eyes fell shut.

They didn’t get out of bed until ten o’clock. Breakfast was a quiet affair despite the radio and the sizzle of the stove. “Someone should text Remus,” Leo said as he passed eggs to Logan to crack. “See if he needs anything.”

Logan fought a wince. Sleep. Therapy. For someone to physically remove him from that place. According to James, they had only just managed to make him take a walk around the upper floor of the hospital. He’d been sleeping in a chair. Logan hadn’t pressed for more information, and the guilt gnawed at his ribs. “We can bring…sandwiches. Or something. Maybe books? A change of clothes?”

“Toothbrush,” Leo suggested, prodding at the scrambled eggs. “That might be nice.”

Logan carefully sliced another section of the green onion before speaking. “James brought his toothbrush. And a hoodie, I think. I can ask what they need.”

“Are they letting him stay?”

“Loops?”

“James.”

“Non, only immediate family.”

“I’m so glad they got married.”

Logan turned and saw Leo do the same. Finn was rinsing his fingertips under the faucet, but nothing in his face told Logan he was paying any attention to it. The purple under his eyes was nearly mauve in this light. “Me, too,” Leo said softly.

“Just—can you imagine?” Finn cleared his throat, shutting the water off. “I mean, Loops would be losing it. Immediate family. I wonder if they’d call…y’know.”

Logan wasn’t going to think about that. He had been trying very, very hard not to think about that for nearly three days, now. None of them needed monsters under the bed when the real thing was bad enough on its own.

“Well, they didn’t,” Logan said briskly. The handle of the knife dug into his hand; he forced it into steadiness and moved the next handful of onion over. At the stove, Leo’s shoulders were tight up near his ears. “And we’ll go see him, and it’ll be fine.”

Sirius?

Hmm-mmm.

Buddy, can you hear me? It’s James.

Bonjour.

Tremz, call the nurse in real quick—hey, keep your eyes open. How are you feeling?

Mmm. Bon. Head hurts. Remus?

I’m here, I’m right here.

Tiny green shreds sprinkled onto their eggs, bright and clean. A ‘thanks, cher’ painted onto his temple by a kiss.

Alright, Mr. Black, let’s take a look at that forehead.

Non.

Is it hurting?

Game day. Pick up Reg from practice.

Mr. Black, please try to stay awake.

Baby, just listen—

Gotta pick him up. Reg’s practice.

“You want bacon?”

Logan blinked down at the plates. It all looked beautiful, like his mother’s wax fruit in the living room back home. “Sounds great.” He kissed Leo’s shoulder and dusted the last bit of green onion onto Finn’s portion. “Merci. I’ll get forks.”

A little shiver ran through Leo. He tucked his arms across his body, as if the apartment wasn’t set to seventy-five degrees year-round, but smiled down at Logan all the same. “Thanks.”

“Are you cold?”

“Nah, not really.”

Footsteps padded over and then Finn was there, tugging his sweatshirt off and slipping it over Leo’s head. If nothing else, it got a laugh out of him. Weak—but there. Finn’s glasses sat sideways on his face and Logan poked them back into place with a gentle swipe down the razor-straight bridge of his nose. “I made cocoa,” he said, raspier than Logan was accustomed to this late in the morning. “I’m not really—it’s not a coffee morning, I guess, but if you want some I can—”

His mouth fell quiet against the inside of Leo’s shoulder, muffled by his own hoodie. Logan saw his chest lurch in Leo’s tight hold. He felt a little dumb attempting to wrap his arms around them both and cursed his proportions for the hundredth time, but neither seemed to mind. Leo was still trembling just slightly. Finn was board-stiff; his hand came up and twisted in the pocket of Logan’s pajama pants to draw him close.

It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, and Logan was trying so hard to be angry.

Leo gave a light cough. “I’m really fucking scared.”

That first night, Logan had fallen asleep praying he would wake in his bed in Rimouski, buried under the heavy blue duvet he had stolen from Aubrey when she redecorated her room on her 13th birthday. It was old and soft and safe and lightly scented with the lavender soap their grandmother mailed from Nice every month. But his stomach had rioted at the thought of waking alone, the last ten years a dream. As horrible as this was, as sick as he felt, God would have to pry this from his cold dead hands before he gave it up. He wished he knew how to tell them that.

Finn was hot at the nape when Logan leaned against him. “We’ll eat,” he suggested, tracing a loose heart over Leo’s mid-back. “Breakfast looks amazing. We’ll shower. I’ll call James. They’re not going anywhere.”

“…I don’t want to get my hair wet,” Finn said quietly.

“I want to take a bath,” Leo murmured into the top of his head. “You can come with me.”

Finn nodded, then swallowed hard. “I don’t want him to wake up alone.”

“He won’t,” Logan said. When Finn didn’t show a sign of hearing him, he nibbled at the curve of his shoulder; a smile twitched his lips. “Hey. Hey. He’s got half the team there already. We’ll bring sandwiches and be popular, d’accord?”

“You need to be muzzled.”

“That sounds fun.”

Finn snorted, pushing at him without taking his face from the sanctuary of Leo’s chest. “Get outta here.”

“Come eat before the food gets cold.” Disregard that nothing sounded worse than eating right now. They had bigger things to worry about, and none of it would be made better on an empty stomach. But maybe, maybe they’d have a kinder day. And maybe Sirius would wake up for real this time. They just had to take it in stages, one baby step at a time.

One. Leo and Finn took a bath.

Two. Logan scrubbed the breakfast dishes.

Three. He tucked Leo close and tight to himself while they put the lunch order in on the couch.

Four. His kiss to Finn’s cheek lingered before his hand came anywhere close to the passenger side door.

Five. Remus was on the floor.

Sirius’ door was closed, and Remus was on the floor.

Logan pushed the takeout bag into Olli’s hands and broke into a run.

“What happened?” His knees smarted on contact with the tiles. Dumo was slackjawed and Remus was fucking white. “Loops? Is he okay? Did something go wrong?”

He’s gone, he’s gone, we lost him.

Someone was speaking, Leo was speaking, Remus was staring into the void like the world had fallen out from under him. His arm was loose and weak under Logan’s hand; he eased his grip and watched Remus’ throat bob. A breathless gasp broke from him before any words. “He doesn’t love me anymore.”

“No, Remus, that’s not…” Dumo looked exhausted. Sounded exhausted. Logan could feel himself beginning to shake, deep in his core where the fear snapped and burned. Deep brown eyes slid over the group before fixing Logan to the scrap of a planet beneath him. “Sirius is alright,” Dumo said firmly. “He’s awake and Pots is with him right now.”

Then why are we all on the fucking floor? he wanted to shout. The burning raced up Logan’s throat and into his eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

For all that Logan’s terror blinded him, Dumo didn’t look well, either. “We don’t know the full story, but—”

Nonsense bumbled from Remus’ mouth. His eyes had slipped to the pale tile, pupils dilated, a hundred years away. An exhale rattled in him like a sob chained down. “Five percent. They told me five percent.”

Logan swayed. A hand steadied him when he sat back. Dumo hadtold him about the five percent. Five percent had been hooked in the back of his mind for 60 hours and shaken him from half-waking dreams. But five percent was nothing—was practically zero. Five percent was a liability figure told to prevent a lawsuit, nothing more.

Remus was lifted to his feet, barely, and Logan watched him sit hard in one of the stiff chairs. No tears striped his ashen face. Beside him, Dumo was blinking fast. Olli passed him a napkin from the paper bag Logan had picked up not fifteen minutes ago from the place Remus liked because they had soft-serve ice cream. The place Sirius liked because Remus liked it.

He wasn’t sure if he could get up, now. It seemed he had left his knees at the cashier’s counter by mistake.

“Lo.”

A funny noise escaped him at pressure on his back.

“Lo, baby, come up with me. Come on.”

Thomas was holding Remus around the shoulders. His mouth turned down at the sides while they spoke in low voices.

Logan couldn’t help himself. “Did we lose him?”

“No,” Finn said immediately, voice dropping hoarse. “God, Logan, no, we didn’t lose him.”

“Five percent chance of severe memory loss.” That first night had been so long and so hard. He had stammered his way through a call with his father, though he couldn’t remember a word they exchanged. He knew he had stayed plastered to Dumo’s side for hours while Sirius went through scan after scan, fast asleep. Finn let him push close, let him pretend he could hide in the hollow of his arm. “We lost him.”

It was audacious to claim any part of his pain alongside whatever Sirius must be feeling—whatever Remus must be feeling. Logan couldn’t help it. The chasm of his belly beat not fair! into his guts. Sirius had done nothing wrong. He didn’t deserve five percent.

“I want to go back to bed,” he mumbled.

Finn’s hand rubbed along his back. “Okay. We can do that. We’ll get up, we’ll go home—”

“I want to wake up right now.”

“Oh. Oh, Lo…”

“This is not supposed to happen.” Tears clumped on his lashes. He refused to let them fall. He had no right. “This is not. He has to be okay.”

“Pots is with him.” Finn brought him close, and shame burbled up at the way Logan clutched him all too tight. They shouldn’t be doing this with Remus right there. “Cap’s got a lot of good people looking out for him right now. Nobody better. And I have you, and we’ve got Knutty, and we’re just going to take a minute for everyone to calm down.”

Finn was using his storybook voice. Hills and valleys, nearly singsong. It set some part of Logan’s brain mute with old comfort. “I need—I need to help.” His throat scraped when he breathed. “I need to get up or I’m going to stay here for a really long time.”

“I know.” Of course he did. Finn always knew what Logan wanted before Logan did. Drinks, food, kisses. This. He was already braced against Logan to boost him up, for Christ’s sake.

If Logan gave him double that love in return, it still wouldn’t be enough. Not for Finn, who deserved all and more. He wanted to pack him up in softness and seal it with a kiss, keep him somewhere safe and kind forever. They stood together—only a little wobble before he righted himself. Leo had pushed a sandwich into Thomas’ hands and was trying to shepherd the others into it as well. He didn’t like the tension creeping up the back of Leo’s neck.

Remus was still staring at the door as if he’d seen a ghost. Logan didn’t want to go in there. He caused damage. He was shit at fixing it.

He really wanted to be angry at this.

“Please eat.” Leo’s voice was tight and pitched at the start, forced into his measured baritone. His nailbed was white where it pressed into thin wax paper; Logan made a silent note to get him some water from the fountain down the hall.

“Hmm?” Dumo blinked a few times, then startled, as if he hadn’t seen Leo there. His gaze slid from Leo’s face to the sandwich, and he took it with a wan smile. “Ah. Merci.”

He picked at the sticker sealing it, but that was all. Logan had spent too much time around the man day in and day out to be fooled into thinking he was anywhere on this plane right now. Distant eyes and tight wrists. A rigid back, like when they thought Marc broke a rib at hockey practice. Logan wondered if Remus could hear his mind whirring from the adjacent chair.

“Loops.”

Thick gray sleeves sheltered his mouth from view.

“Remus.”

Without the vibrant red letters, the lack of color washed him out. Thomas’ deep blue shirt was harsh next to Remus’ grayscale.

“Re,” Thomas tried again, nudging him ever so gently. Remus made a faint noise. “Hey, you want a sandwich?”

“Not hungry.”

Leo’s brows pitched in the middle—Logan wanted to smooth it away, to kiss it into the ether. Distress was a difficult thing to watch on Leo’s round face. “You need to eat,” Thomas said. He took the proffered sandwich with a quick squeeze of Leo’s forearm, and slid it into the space between Remus’ thighs and body. “Whenever you’re ready, just…we’re here.”

“You should go,” Remus murmured into his forearms.

“No.”

“He’s awake. Not much to do now.”

“No.”

“I don’t—” His voice caught and Logan felt his stomach plummet. Not now, not now. “There’s not a lot to do here. The nurses’ll take care of him.”

“We’re here to take care of you, too,” Thomas said quietly.

Remus closed his eyes.

“Ouais,” Logan managed. Finn’s arm pulsed around his waist; he cleared his throat, willing the clamminess from his palms. “Both of you—yeah, whatever you need.”

It had been such a fucking fight during those first terrible hours. Nearly midnight, and still no answers. Adrenaline and exhaustion, scraps of illness battling with the raging fire inside him while every door slammed in his face with a no, no, family only, I’m sorry. Watching them roll Sirius to a scan room. Leaving Remus and his shaky, feeble smile under the scathing fluorescents. Come back tomorrow. I’m sure someone will call you with an update. It didn’t matter that Sirius would have wanted him there.

Well—that was debatable. Sirius probably would have preferred to pass out in some quiet, dark corner and pick himself up without anyone knowing. But Logan had never let him do that before, and he wasn’t about to start now. Goddamn martyr. If it wasn’t for Leo’s quaking grip on his hand, he would have bulldozed past every too-bright white coat in the place and planted himself at Sirius’ bedside just like Remus had been allowed to. He was always there for Sirius. It wasn’t fair to keep him away because of a silly thing like blood relation.

Leo tucked his phone into his back pocket. “Visiting hours start in twenty minutes.”

A silent request filled with bare-rock hope. Logan took the empty chair and cupped his hand over the back of Leo’s. “I’d like to see him,” he offered. He hoped his meaning came through—I’m here. I love you. I’m here because I love you.

The hand beneath his own turned over and twined their fingers, pale and straight against his own fucked-up knuckles. His hands looked so blunt when they were together. Let alone when Finn, all willowy strength, toyed with his fingers. It was like comparing a sledgehammer to a harpist.

Twenty minutes was a long time to ask Finn to sit still. He may have been more staid than usual, but that didn’t stop him from popping up and down no less than four times for water, trash runs, and to check in with the nurses.

More than once, it was clear he was moving just to move. Logan couldn’t blame him. He needed stillness and silence to process, but the flowing magnitude of Finn’s heart wasn’t meant to sit quietly. He had always hated that part of his concussions the most: more than being benched, more than fear, more than the blinding pain Logan had dampened with his shirtsleeve too many times. If his body couldn’t move, his brain had to, and he was denied both in those dark rooms. Logan had always done his best to ease the strain in whatever way he could. He’d pour himself to drought if it would cool the fire under Finn’s skin.

“Lo?”

Leo had scooted closer on his chair, mere inches from sitting in Logan’s lap. He wouldn’t mind that. Closeness sounded good right now. Logan smoothed the ladder of his knuckles. “Quoi?”

“I…” Leo broke off with a slow exhale through his nose. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Was he looking for a lie? The truth? Was he looking for don’t worry, I know what I’m doing or I keep thinking I’ll blink and find Sydney in there with her appendix gone? Logan figured he had fumbled pretty hard this morning. I’m really fucking scared. He still didn’t know how to respond to that. Maybe this could be his second chance. Leo was so good at giving those.

He shifted over and let Leo lay his head on his shoulder, resting his own against golden chick-fluff curls. Words rolled between his teeth and over his tongue for a long moment. “I don’t either,” he said haltingly. Finn probably would have sounded more confident. “This is new. C’est horrible. I’m—this is horrible. It’s so horrible.”

Remus and Thomas were making their way down the hallway to the lobby. Something about a phone call, Logan thought. To Lily, or Remus’ parents. It was just good to see them standing. Leo sniffled.

He ducked his head and let his lips rest against Leo’s forehead, right under the tuft of gray hair he twirled around his finger on long nights when sleep escaped them both. “We’re here, though. That counts for something. He’ll be glad to see us.”

“He pushed Loops.”

“…what?”

“He pushed Loops,” Leo repeated. “ ‘S what Dumo was saying to Finn when you got us water. Cap woke up, freaked out, and pushed Loops.”

“Oh.”

“I keep—I mean, what if—” Leo groaned softly and sat up, scrubbing at his eyes. “God, I’m just turning it over and over in my head. I don’t want him to yell at me. Which is so fucking selfish.”

“When has Cap ever yelled at you?”

“It’s not Cap, though, that’s the problem.”

Logan tried not to flinch.

Leo shook his head. “I want to see him. I really need to, just so I stop thinking about it.”

The large clock on the wall ticked through another minute. They were technically allowed to go in now. Logan wasn’t sure his stomach could handle it just yet. Finn’s foot tapped restlessly ten paces from them while he read one of the dozens of bulletin boards, hands clasped behind his neck. “I wasn’t there from the start.”

He felt Leo look at him. “What do you mean?”

“When Cap was a rookie.” He had heard stories. Seen pictures. It looked bad enough to make him grateful for Harvard, just for some distance in time. He watched Finn worry at the full curve of his lower lip. “But…you know, he was still pretty frozen over when I got here. It wasn’t until Loops that he opened up. Even when they weren��t out. There was only a few months you were here where he was quiet.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“You were new.” Logan shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. He was a lot of things, but he was never mean. Never yelled.” He glanced back at Leo and tried for a smile. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, soleil.”

“Excuse me?” They both turned at the sound of a new voice. Sneakers creaked on the waxed floors. A dark-haired woman smiled at them, flipping a page on her clipboard. “Dr. Manuel asked me to let you know that visiting hours will run from now until eight o’clock. No more than four people at a time, please.”

She seemed awfully calm. Logan wondered if she had been told about Sirius’ condition. Now that he thought about it, had any doctors come and gone since they arrived?

“Fantastic,” he said. A win was a win was a blessing in this mess. “Thank you.”

He could feel his hand shaking in Leo’s when they stood.

--

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. “We both lived with him. I’m—” This is wrong. “We’re close. You and me.”

Sirius studied him with a wariness that made Logan want to curl up under one of the hall chairs and never come out. His next breath would be pure smoke from the flaming wreckage of hope inside him, he was sure of it. “Parles-tu français?”

Stop talking like that, stop it, why do you sound like that? “Ouais.”

He looked small in the bed. How could he look so small? Where did he learn that, and how fast could Logan run to get away from it? “Tu t’appelles Logan? Un nom Quebecois?”

Leo’s hand must be hurting from how tight he gripped it. Do not let me go. Sirius had always teased him for his fantaisie bon français drilled into him by his grandmother in Nice but this was not right, not right, not right, from the way Sirius’ voice folded in around his words to the lower, softer timbre just barely letting them free. No, Logan thought, he didn’t like this at all. “Ouais. Je viens de Rimouski.”

“Ah. Montréal, pour moi.” His smile was tentative, almost apologetic. Three days ago, Logan had teased him for this very conversation.

“Je sais,” he managed.                                                                                            

A faint humming noise answered him. He had already seen Sirius’ eyes dart over the three of them, clever and quick even when he was concussed. A subtle jerk of the chin made his mouth parch. “Qui sont-ils?”

“Mes copains.”

Logan didn’t have words for the complicated expression that flitted across Sirius’ face. “Les deux?”

“Oui.” He tried for a wry smile, for anything that could quell the riot of too much inside him. “Tu les appelles Bambi et Fleur. Tu m’appelles Thumper, espèce de connard.”

And almost—almost—that got him a grin. It was almost—almost—enough to make up for the ice-water panic filling his lungs with each passing breath. He didn’t like the smell of this place. Remus’ backpack by the chair, where he had been using it as a pillow. The plastic cups that were never stiff enough for a patient to drink from on their own. His mother had helped Sydney drink for three hours after her surgery, while her hands were still too weak not to spill on herself. And when Finn—

“Rookie.”

Logan felt Leo slump into him with a shaky breath. “Yeah. Sorry. Yeah, that’s—you call me that.”

There was a whining in his ears. A mosquito, or a siren. The sheets were too crisp. They would make his hands itch. Leo’s hand slipped from his own as he wrapped them around himself and fuck it all sideways, Logan couldn’t even comfort his boyfriend properly. He wanted to put an arm around his waist. His shoulder refused to unlock.

Sirius’ gaze dragged over him before sliding to Finn, brighter than before. “He calls you names in French.”

Oh, you piece of shit, Logan thought with startling clarity. “Sirius!”

“It’s true.” Sirius had been stoic for the first part of Logan’s rookie year, fresh off the rush of a disappointing not quite in the second round of the playoffs for the second year in a row. Logan would never forget the relief of nights when Sirius visited the Dumais house, putting aside the professionalism for a dinner that was close enough to home to ease his aching. Sirius had never asked him about Finn, either, content with the simple knowledge that they used to play together at Harvard and still tore it up on the ice.

“Finn,” Finn was saying. “Or Harzy, doesn’t matter much.”

“So you’re on the team, too?”

Logan had needed that presence when he arrived. And the…separation. The wound had been too raw for him to survive someone asking about Finn without the excuse of not knowing what words to use. “All three,” he said now. Sirius smiled, just slightly. His heart gave an unsteady thud-thud-thud. “What, you thought you were the only gay NHL player?”

The smile vanished. Too much. It slammed into Logan like a rogue wave and he bit hard on the side of his tongue. Leo was apologizing now. Apologizing for him. He would never learn, never had. Either he never tried or he pushed so hard a chance shattered in his hands. He could see it on Sirius’ face, all that confusion and fear mixed in with abrupt, sincere concern when James stood with a touch to his shoulder.

A tear slipped down James’ nose when he brushed past them. The whining turned to muddled clangs. What could he even say? I’m not gay? That wouldn’t help. The conversation had moved on; Leo had moved on, leading him forward to the plastic chairs by the bedside.

If he sat, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get up fast enough when the feeling tiptoeing up behind him finally grabbed on. The world tipped a degree off its axis and he clenched the back of Leo’s chair in both hands. Remus’ backpack was a lonely black lump by the thin blanket someone had brought for him. Itchy. Everything in these places was itchy. It clung to Logan’s skin for days. He knew how it would feel to pillow his head with rough polyester. White caught his eye—a tag? Remus Lupin, #10, Varsity Hockey Harvard University.

Just a zipper. Tiny Nike logo.

Stitching on the front Tremblay #10—

A patch. Clumsy hand-sewn stitches reinforced on the equipment room machine by an exasperated Molly. Remus loved that backpack.

Sirius was looking straight at him. “Il y a des morceaux.”

How could pieces be all that was left of three and a half years?

A pale face blurred with freckles and Logan blinked rapidly to shake them away. Leo needed this. Leo needed him to keep it together. He could do this.

He moved one hand over, until his fingertips brushed Finn’s sweater.

“You and I run plays after practice sometimes, if I’ve been having a tough time of things,” Leo said. His voice was significantly steadier than before. It was working. Logan could do this. He could help. “I don’t think you and Harzy hang out a lot one-on-one, but Lo’s usually your go-to for video games ‘n shit. We have dinner sometimes with you and—”

The air went stale fast enough to make him choke on it. Finn shifted in his chair.

Genuine puzzlement creased Sirius’ face. “I cook?”

He couldn’t do this.

“I can’t do this.”

The door was a million miles away. He was gripping the handle in four steps. The dam was breaking, knocking the sight from his eyes. He braced both hands on cold cream paint, praying, praying that Remus was nowhere near.

Tears were a funny thing. He had never really figured out how to do them right—or at least, how to do them loudly, like when Noelle skinned her knee on the deck and screamed loud enough to make the neighbors come running. For Logan, it felt more like Leo’s beat-to-hell watering can, if the duct tape holding it together ever gave up. Everything kept in, and then everything rushing out at once. Breath and water and salt alike. Rarely noise, but he still pressed his elbow over his mouth and dug his hand into the frame of the bulletin board. Always, always, rawness to the marrow of his bones.

“Lo, oh my god.”

“I’m sorry.” A guttural sound died in his chest. “I tried.”

It was all he had. It would have to be enough. He just—he didn’t do head injuries. Broken fingers and busted ribs and jammed joints, fine, but he couldn’t fucking stand sitting and watching. There was only so much reading he could do. Only so many articles he could struggle through.

“Logan—”

“I’m sorry.”

Looking was a mistake. Finn’s face fell. “Hey, baby—”

“I’m sorry.” Logan sucked in a breath and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes to force the tears back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Lo…”

Finn’s hand brushed between his shoulder blades and he flinched, turning away. The tears were fighting him now—fighting him so hard it made his throat ache. He could feel his pulse behind his eyes and ground his teeth. “No, no, no, no.”

“It’s okay.” Finn’s voice had gone soft and unsure and Logan hated himself. “Baby, it’s okay.”

He shook his head. It was never okay. Not like this.

“It’s okay.” He felt Finn move closer, but he didn’t try to touch again. “He’s awake now. He’s making sense.”

A jagged sound punctured Logan’s lung. “It doesn’t.”

“No, I…” Finn faltered. “He’ll be okay, baby. Come on, come sit down.”

Logan’s stomach fell to the floor. “No.”

“Can you—please give me something to work with, Logan, this isn’t—”

“I can’t sit down,” he said thickly. The light blinded him when he tilted his head back for a few harsh breaths. He wanted to cover his face, but his hands shook too bad to be any use. “I can’t just wait here, I’ve done that, I can’t do it again, I won’t.”

He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t sit and wait, forbidden from crossing the threshold because he wasn’t family, even though nobody loved Finn like he did and nobody could take care of him like he could—

A shudder rattled through Logan and he sealed a palm over his mouth. The waves howled and clawed at every one of his hairline cracks.

“What’s going on?” Finn sounded sad. Not worry-sad, but different-sad. Confusion-and-guilt-sad.

Muck clogged Logan’s throat. He took a few hitching breaths to clear a path. “It’s Sirius,” he said. “And he’s hurt, and every time I fucking blink I see your face instead and I still can’t do a goddamn thing, Finn, I can’t…”

He leaned into Finn’s hovering hand and fell against his chest with a low noise, pulling at his arms until he was safe.

Finn was here in his sweater and his jeans and Logan was safe.

He couldn’t stop the hurricane. The throbbing and the drenching, out of control. He had let it run its course in Remus’ office, in his basement bedroom, and now here. With Finn. Finn who was safe and whole. Something ugly muffled itself in the broad chevrons across Finn’s neckline, but there was no flinch to meet him.

“Let it out.”

God, it hurt so bad.

“You’re doing great, baby.”

This wasn’t a cry-solution. This had to be a Heather-solution. Logan wasn’t looking forward to that.

Finn’s nose was cold where it dovetailed against Logan’s cheek. “Love you so much,” he whispered. “So, so much.”

The compression of his arms outstripped any weighted blanket by a landslide. Logan flattened his palm against the back of Finn’s neck. There was no energy left in him to keep down a whimper when he felt Finn stroke through the back of his hair and leave a kiss on his cheekbone.

“I’m—” Logan gulped down a fragile attempt at a breath. “I love—fuck shit—”

“Shh, shh, stop.”

“I tried.”

Finn’s gentle scritch to his nape silenced him. How long had they been swaying? Finn had a funny way of coaxing him into a dance before he even knew what was happening. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, voice breaking. “Jesus, Lo, I can’t even imagine.”

“It’s—it was Syd, and then it was you, and now it’s Sirius—” His breathing hitched on each name, as if unwilling to let him speak, but he was so tired of the silence. “—and what if I lost you, what if you forgot me, how could he forget us? Pieces, Finn, he said pieces.”

If he tried, he could probably stop. The duct tape could be slapped back on. Not perfectly, but he’d manage.

He didn’t really want to.

A gross, clogged sniffle made him feel a tiny bit better. “I’m always so fucking useless here.”

Finn was quiet for long enough that Logan could match their breathing. That, too, gentled the storm. The individual floor tiles were starting to reappear. “You helped me drink water for days,” Finn finally said. “You cooled me down. You slept next to me in a twin XL for—what, a week? You read every assignment, out loud, for two. You made Cap smile.” A sigh gusted over the back of his neck. “You’re not a doctor or anything, but I don’t think anyone can call you useless.”

“I can.”

“I’ve never been a fan of the way you talk to yourself, sweetheart.”

A problem for another day. “Leo?”

“They’re chilling. He’s just glad to be there, I think.”

Distance made him stress. Logan was familiar with the feeling. “You should go with him.”

“Hmm.”

“No, really. I’m feeling better.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you—are you okay?”

Finn took a big breath, let it go in an unsteady huff. “This is just…sad. And weird. And sad. I don’t know.”

Baby steps. One at a time. Finn was here and safe, Leo was right where he wanted to be, and Sirius wasn’t going anywhere fast. Let it out, Finn had said. God knew he was trying. He pried his hands off the back of Finn’s sweater and flexed them, pulled his elbows in until he could hold Finn’s waist. A three-count to lift his head, then a foiled attempt to dry his face before Finn got there. His sleeve took the salt and water before Logan could so much as raise a hand. Despite himself, he laughed.

“Let me take care of you,” Finn said through falsely-gritted teeth, planting an aggressive kiss to Logan’s forehead. He surveyed him for a few seconds, head tilted, before his lower lip slid out. “Aw, baby.”

“I know,” Logan said thickly. “Not everyone can be a pretty crier like Knutty.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Still.”

“I don’t love you because you’re a pretty crier.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not.”

“Yeah, dipshit, I know.” Finn cuffed the outside of his shoulder and Logan dipped his chin against a smile. “I’m aw, baby-ing because you’re sad and I wanna go take you home and wrap you in a blanket.”

Logan sighed. His head fell forward to bump Finn’s collarbone. “I feel like an asshole.”

“Why?”

“Left you all in there.”

“Not sure anyone can blame you.”

“I can.”

“You don’t count.”

“Is Sirius mad at me?”

“Honest to god—and this is really fucking morbid, so like, mea culpa—I don’t think Sirius remembers enough to be mad at us.”

Logan’s lip quavered. “I got him sick.”

“Everybody got sick. You don’t know that it was you.”

Lo’s usually your go-to. “I spend the most time with him.”

“…pretty sure that’s Loops, actually.”

“Okay, well—”

“You’re not winning this one,” Finn interrupted. “Literally everyone on the team was sick at some point, and we saw each other every single day. You want to point fingers? Blame coach for playing Cap’s line that long.”

It was so hard to come up with a defense when Finn was always right. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Here’s the plan.” Finn gave a little oof as he helped Logan straighten up and squished his shoulders. There was fine tension around his eyes and mouth that gave way when Logan ran his thumbs over it.  “I’m going back inside. You’re going to go find a bagel place for Dumo and Remus. I’ll text you when Knutty and I are done, we’ll figure out bagel dropoff, and then we’re going home and sleeping.” He must have seen Logan’s hesitation, because one auburn brow arched. “Cap’s awake. He’s not perfect, but he’s awake. There’s nothing else we can do.”

“I hate this.”

“Oh, yeah, this is terrible from every angle. Hence going home and sleeping.”

Logan nodded, then tipped his head toward the door. “Go see Le.”

Finn kissed him sweetly, a hand on his jaw, and obliged.

--

If Finn had been looking for a way to keep Logan occupied, tasking him with finding appropriate late-lunch/ early-dinner bagels was the way to do it. Gryff had dozens—half were closed by this hour, and the other half had to undergo rigorous inspection before Logan would even consider bringing them back to his Manhattan bagel hound of a boyfriend. Remus and Dumo would want coffee, too, even if they didn’t say it. Their respective husband and son was a previously-comatose amnesiac. He couldn’t bring them shitty coffee.

Finally, he found a promising option. Warm interior, short line, music quiet enough to tune out if he needed to. Display cases that were picked over (many customers), but not too empty (still some variety). A clean half-dozen should do.

The barista smiled when he approached the register, despite Logan’s certainly-red eyes and general crustiness. “Welcome in! What can I get started for you?”

“A half-dozen bagels, please. And two medium coffees, light cream, light sugar.”

“What kind of bagels?”

He hadn’t prepared for questions. Why hadn’t he prepared for questions? “Which ones are good?”

“What’s the occasion?”

“My—” Motherfucker. The tears snuck up on him, rushing to the front until he had to tip his head back with a frustrated breath. The barista’s hand hovered over the computer screen. Questions. He should have prepared for questions. There was a reason Finn always ordered for them. A strained, embarrassed smile was all he had to offer. “Desolé. My brother’s in the hospital.” His torso squeezed. “That’s the occasion.”

The barista seemed to freeze for a moment. “I’m…really sorry,” they finally said. “God. Wow. My bad.”

“It’s fine.” Logan shook his head. “Two plain, one sesame, one cheese, and two of the sandwich things, please.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” The barista started to turn, then faced him again, lowering their voice to soft concern. “Do you have someone with you? I just—my cousin was sick, and it was hard to be there alone. If you needed help.”

“He’s awake,” Logan assured them. The next person in line had stepped back a half-meter, looking pointedly at their phone. It was a kindness he hadn’t expected. He watched the barista wrap the two plain bagels before he felt he could trust his voice again. “He’ll be okay.” It felt funny to say aloud. Different than reassuring Leo or Finn. More confident. “We’ve got family around. Friends. We’ll be fine.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” they said with sincerity he hadn’t prepared for, either. Each bagel was carefully placed in a paper bag; a large sticker held the edge down. The sides were warm when Logan pulled it to himself, and the coffee steamed in two balanced cups.

“How much do I owe you?”

They waved him off. “Please, don’t worry about it. Just…have a good day. Be with your brother.”

He sighed through his nose. “You can’t stop me from tipping you.”

“Oh—”

He stuffed two twenties in the painted mason jar by the register and stepped back immediately, tossing a half-smile to the barista. “Have a nice afternoon.”

--

I need to go. I really need to do this.

Logan hadn’t fought him on it. He was tired of fighting. And not against Leo—never against Leo. Finn knew New York best; the safest winter roads, the quickest routes. Logan was content to play homemaker and listen to their back-and-forth. He simply fixed two sandwiches and a baggie of snacks for the ride while they talked it out on the couch.

The roads’ll be dark.

I can drive in the dark, it’s not a problem.

I topped off the tank yesterday, but you should refill outside the city if you need to. There are more when you’re out of Manhattan. They’re easier to get to.

Thanks, sweetheart.

You’re going to be okay? Finn’s voice had been tight with worry. Logan wasn’t sure it was entirely about Leo driving. You’re—you know, you should stay here for tonight, we can all go pick him up early tomorrow.

The sound of their soft kiss made the house warm. I won’t be sleeping, Leo had said. I’ll keep you both up. He’s been texting all day and I don’t want to make him get on a train right now.

Logan had managed to tempt him to the couch with a cup of tea and an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Finn wasn’t far behind, and Leo dozed on his chest for the show’s second half. Thirty minutes could satisfy his worry if he stretched it. The adrenaline shakes had stopped an hour prior.

I don’t like this. Finn’s arms were tight around him while they watched Leo turn his headlights on and wave goodbye with a blown kiss. I don’t like this at all.

He’s a good driver.

I keep thinking…

I know. Did Logan ever. But it’s not us. So we’re here, and we’re helping.

Finn’s nose pushed into the crook of his neck; a deep breath made his stomach hurt.

We’re here, he had repeated, tangling a hand in the back of Finn’s hair. We’re safe. Je t’aime. I have a bagel place I want to show you in the morning.

--

“LoLo?”

“Hi.” Logan winced at the scratchiness of his own throat and glanced back down the hall, where Katie was just skipping back into Sirius’ room with Regulus in tow. “Hey, hi. What are you up to?”

“Um…folding my laundry, at the moment.” Silence fell over the phone. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. And you’re—you’re okay?”

“Wishing I didn’t have to do my laundry, but yes,” Sydney laughed.

His heart eased. “Bon. Good, okay.”

The sole of his shoe was starting to peel away from the toe. “What’s going on?” Sydney asked, quieter.

He shook his head before remembering she couldn’t see him. “Nothing, just wanted to talk.”

“Did something happen with Finn and Leo?”

“Non, we’re fine.” His stomach was shivery, like he’d gone too long without eating despite the sesame bagel lingering on his tongue. “Figured I’d call.”

“Black is still in the hospital, right?”

“Mhmm.”

“He’s awake?”

I remember you. Not everything, but I know you. “Up and talking. Making sense.”

Sydney hummed. He heard the light thump of a folded sock hitting her drawer. “He’ll be fine, petit. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“I miss you,” he said quickly, before his mouth could force it all back. “I just—I miss you and I wanted to call.”

“Aw, LoLo.” Her sigh crackled in the hospital’s sketchy wifi. “I miss you, too. Christmas feels far this year.”

“Ouais.”

“You want me to get the girls on FaceTime?”

As if he could handle that right now. All three of them, scattered across a continent instead of safe in a pillow fort. “Non, it’s alright. I might…call, or something. I don’t know.”

This was stupid. He shouldn’t have interrupted her evening. But he so desperately needed to hear her voice after catching a sideways glimpse of Sirius’ dark hair from the open door.

“Take your time,” Sydney said easily. “I’m here all night, doing nothing. Have you heard from Obbie lately?”

“No, why?”

“She’s doing some sort of award gallery thing. Sounded neat. I’ll text you the link.”

“D’accord.” He could see her when he closed his eyes. Two loose braids to her shoulders, their father’s sharp jaw. Practiced hands flipping socks around each other, deft from gloving pucks. She had always poked and prodded and teased him more than the other two—a function of their close years—but had never once flaked when he reached out. He wasn’t sure how to thank her for that. He cleared his throat and heard it echo back to him. “You’ll call me, right? If you need things.”

“What would I need?”

“Just. I don’t know. Things.”

Her laugh was light, fond. “Yes, LoLo, I’ll call if I need things. Check your messages for the link.”

“I will.” He started to lower the phone, then brought it back to his ear. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Be safe.”

“I will.”

“See you at Christmas.” His lips felt shaky. “Or—whenever. If you’re around, or anything.”

“Goodbye, Logan,” she said slowly, though he could hear her smiling. “I’ll see you in two weeks. Take care. Give your boys my love.”

“I will.”

It was another five-count before either of them hung up.

[thebestdoctorever2611]

This was an ask.

[he hugs him.]

( @sweetpigeonpriest )

Leom what the-

[he didn't really bother to hear what Leon did just now]

[he spaces out for a second]

[hugs Leon back-WAIT WHAT]

[sniff sniff]

[autoneurotic]

variety is truly the spice of life….i spent most of my life firmly locked into several interests (books and music) and limiting myself to specific genres and just re-reading and repeating the same books and albums over, this year i’ve been expending my horizons musically into hip hop/motown/electronica and i’ve been working through both new and classic horror novels it’s so fun

[vennalyrion96]

Title: The Voluptuous Martyrdom of the Apostate

Chapters: ?

Fandom: Outlast (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | Underage

Relationships: Val (Outlast)/Original Character(s) | Sullivan Knoth/Other(s) | Sullivan Knoth/Anna Lee | Sullivan Knoth & Marta

Characters: Original Characters | Val (Outlast) | Sullivan Knoth Marta (Outlast) | Corgan (Outlast) | Blake Langermann | Lynn Langermann | Laird Byron | Nick Tremblay | Heretics (Outlast) | The Scalled (Outlast) | Ethan (Outlast) | Anna Lee (Outlast)

Additional tags: Body Horror, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Torture, Psychological Drama, Psychological Horror, Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Underage Sex, Underage Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape, Blasphemy, Cousin Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Half-Sibling Incest, Uncle/Niece Incest, Religion, Parent-Child Relationship, Pregnancy, Infanticide, Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Romance, Tragic Romance, Arranged Marriage, Bullying, Mental Instability, Trauma, Masturbation, Gender Dysphoria, Misogyny, Torture, Mutilation, Self-Harm, Religious Fanaticism, Murder, Murder Family, Manipulation, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Dreams and Nightmares, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Domestic Violence, Forced Orgasm, Forced Masturbation, Forced Relationship, Obsessive Behavior, Self-Hatred, Explicit Language

Summary:

Temple Gate. A special and immaculate place surrounded by the wild nature of the Havasupai reservation, appointed by God Himself for the gathering of people guided by His new Ezekiel Sullivan Knoth. A place where time seems to have stopped and where leading a simple life consecrated to humbleness and obedience, waiting for the Judgement Day to come, is the key to touch the eternal bliss of Heaven with your own hands and to benefit the light provided by the Lord and His angels. But at what cost? How far can a person with such a noble and challenging intent go? What dark and mysterious secrets lurk behind the Sullivan Knoth's personal Garden of Eden?

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New Outlast 2 fanfic! 🤗 I've been planning it for 5 long years at this point, but finally I managed to publish the prologue (maybe a bit too long, but still... 😅) and that makes me so proud 💪 I'm already writing the first chapter and I can't wait to show it to you ❤️ The story will be extremely long, as it's a sort of horror soap opera and concerns the countless events that took place in Temple Gate before Blake and Lynn's arrival according to both canonical sources and my headcanons, but in any case I hope you'll appreciate it 😁

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

New-Ish ocs

Eve Dearly ( OUAT ) – Henry's twin sister, was adopted before Regina could get both babies, ran away from home and wound up in Storybrooke, the only person other than Henry to age or to realize that time is passing, adopted by Angel Dearly

Gabriel Whittaker / Klaus White ( OUAT ) – Snow's twin brother, Regina tried to have him killed in the Enchanted Forest and he's believed dead but he survived, lost his memories but is sure that if he can just meet Snow, it'll all make sense

Taken in by the Dumas family (Angel Dearly in the Enchanted Forest) and still lives with them in Storybrooke

Ginevra Maroni ( Gotham / The Batman ); x Bruce Wayne – Sal Maroni's daughter, looking to topple her father's criminal empire but has a very specific plan in mind and buts heads with Bruce over how to handle it

Helena Jackson ( PJO, TV verse )

Kirsi Tremblay ( PJO, TV verse ) – unclaimed camper of 5 years, originally from Quebec, sibling dynamic with Luke, unofficial co-counsellor of the Hermes cabin

Livana Gold / Amaris Pan ( OUAT ) – Peter Pan's daughter with a witch from Oz, she wants a child for bloodline magic & Peter basically wanted this child because he thinks if he sacrifices a child's heart from his own bloodline it will extend his own immortality, her mother found out about Peter's plans and went to Rumpelstiltskin for help, they make a deal for a protective charm in exchange for the child's name, the charm is designed that if she's ever in danger it'll bring her to him so he's raising her in Storybrooke, she ages at the same pace as Henry thanks to the charm

Malia Constantine ( Titans ) – bisexual british witch bitch, youngest member of the original Titans, didn't handle the group splitting up well and went a bit off the rails, now running cons to alleviate her boredom

Maristela Carrillo ( Harry Potter ); x Blaise Zabini & Theodore Nott – Slytherin Queen, knows what she wants and is not afraid to take it, stuck in the longest game of romantic chicken in the world with Blaise and Theodore

Michelle Beaton ( Gossip Girl ); x Blair Waldorf – Catherine Beaton's daughter (with Bart Bass, he doesn't know that), goes to the Hamptons with her mom and ends up in New York, Blair enemies to lovers

Veronica Bacall ( OUAT ) – Jessica Rabbit

Zoe Giardi ( Glee ); x Mike Chang – Kendra (Del Monico) Giardi's eldest child, cheerio, not part of the Unholy Trinity but friends with them, interested in trying out for Glee but her mom would hate it (so she convinces her mom that she should join to make sure Uncle Will isn't having an affair), Quinn would hate it (so she convinces Quinn that not only should she join but so should the Unholy Trinity so they can keep an eye on Finchel), and Sue would hate it (so she convinces Sue that the four cheerios should be her spies), but honestly she just wants to vibe

The Witching Hour ( Teen Wolf ) – extensive supernatural/hunter family verse, characters are still being named but currently have 16 characters cast

Originally part of the Calaveras, one man saw a young witch girl about to die in a witch burning, killed everyone who was part of it and then adopted her More defectors joined, not all related but consider themselves a family Hunt monsters, not the supernatural (would hunt Deucalion or Peter, would also hunt Kate & Gerard), take in kids whose families were lost to the supernatural world (supernatural kids whose families were killed by hunters, also hunters whose parents were killed by supernatural creatures, also kids who aren’t either but whose parents died in the crossfire) Travel wherever they’re needed but home base is in Argentina

Unnamed OUAT ocs:

also, recent-ish plot bunnies so I don't lose them all:

Mimi Morton (Glee)

Sutton Reeves (Glee)

Tracy Sinclair (Stranger Things)

Azaria Lynn (Twilight)

Coralie "Cori" Parks (PJO)

[more to come]

[lumosinlove]

Day Seven:

On the seventh day of Winterfic, Hazel gave to you, a Leo/Logan/Finn Bridgerton AU. Part One.

In short, Logan didn’t want to be the diamond of the season. He had no interest in the balls, or the white tuxedos and gowns that those eligible wore, or the deep bow he’d been trained in (and perfected, he couldn’t resist adding) since the age of seven. He didn’t need attention from the royal family, and he didn’t need a husband. He was perfectly capable of having affairs of his own—even if those so-called affairs, a red-headed one in particular—were scandalously below his rank. He could hear his mother’s voice in his head. Do you understand what you’re going to inherit one day, Logan? You’ll need a partner who can assist you, not one who is only too happy to be sleeping in a feather bed for once in their life.

“Arms out, please, my Lord.”

Logan sighed and did as he was told from where he was standing on the tailor’s pedestal. He studied the new, white set of tails in the triptych, full-length mirror. The three panels made him feel surrounded, and by himself, no less—the worst sort of being stared down.

“Look at that,” came his sister’s voice suddenly. “No wonder any self-respecting family would simply die to have those green eyes of yours appear in their heir one day. Oh, I’m sorry, did I say family? I meant any long-sheltered, child-wanting youth.”

“Do shut up,” Logan said, and looked at the tailor. “Are we almost finished, Mr. Bell?”

Mr. Bell, who had been fitting Logan since he was small, smiled at him in the mirror. “Yes, sir, almost.”

“Aw,” Noelle sighed, falling into one of the plush couches. Logan looked at her in the mirror. She was wearing a simple dress, as usual. None of the frill that seemed so in fashion these days. It was green though, like most things that the Tremblay siblings owned tended to be. “My little diamond. I remember my year. I won the season, you know.”

“I’m not the diamond. No one is, yet.”

“Yes, but Lady Whistledown predicted it might be you, so…”

“And last week she reprimanded me for my rakish habits. So…”

Noelle laughed. “God, you’re so difficult. I wonder how anyone puts up with you.”

Logan didn’t reply, just studied his own eyes in the mirror. It was something that worried him too much to have anything to say about.

“Finished, my Lord,” Mr. Bell said, and Logan shrugged out of the white jacket with relief. If he had to stare at himself for another second…

“Thank you,” Logan said, especially gentle. God, you’re so difficult. Noelle rose too as Logan retrieved his jacket and hat. He glanced back at her as they left the shop, bell tinkling above the door. “What, are you following me?”

“No,” Noelle said, stepping out into the summer air beside him. “But that’s not to say mother didn’t tell me over breakfast this morning that she’s worried you’ll bolt before the ball tonight.”

Logan tipped his hat to a few passing girls, shopping for ribbons, who giggled and stared at him as they passed—just to make Noelle roll her eyes. Which she did.

“I’m still deciding where to run away to,” Logan replied, then offered his sister his arm.

“Well, don’t.” Noelle took it and squeezed. “Don’t tell Sydney or Audrey, but you’re my favorite brother.”

“I’m your only brother.”

“Just my favorite, then.”

The Tremblay’s town house was one of the grandest on the street, though Logan missed the manor. The countryside offered more places to secret one’s self away. And for how flamboyant Lady Whistledown made Logan out to be, there was really very little he enjoyed more than privacy. Privacy that included select…acquaintances.

“Welcome back, Lord and Lady Tremblay,” said one of the butlers upon their arrival, and Logan and Noelle nodded their thanks.

“It always makes us sound—” Noelle began.

“As though we’re married?” Logan offered, and they laughed as they relieved themselves of their coats.

“Well,” Noelle said as they walked further into the house. “I’m going to see if anyone’s up for a game of cards. Care for it?”

“Uh, no.” Logan was already looking in the direction of the door that lead to the servant’s staircase. “No, I’m—hungry. I’m going to see if the kitchen has anything they’d be willing to part with before tea.”

“Logan.”

At the tone of her voice, Logan looked at her. “Noelle.”

“Don’t,” Noelle said quietly. Standing there, she looked just as he remembered her looking, always. Even when he had been a little boy. Brown hair pinned loosely at the back of her neck. The green eyes that they shared, soft, always soft with him. “Don’t. Not today.”

“What?” Logan replied, more harshly. “I’m not doing anything.”

“That’s not true.”

“It’s none of your business. None of your business at all, what I do.”

“I’m not saying it for you, I’m saying it for him.” She nodded towards the stairs. “It isn’t fair of you. Especially today. Everyone knows what the ceremony is like at the ball, and everyone knows what it means. Even the servants.”

“Oh? And what exactly does it mean?”

“Marriage,” Noelle said. “Eventually, to some Lord or Lady. Not a kitchen boy. You know this. So don’t. Don’t go see him. It’s cruel.”

Logan took a step forward. “And what if I want to marry him?”

“That’s ridiculous.” Noelle sighed. “I wish it wasn’t, but it is. He works in the kitchen, Lo. You really expect—”

She cut off as a maid came through. Logan didn’t know why. They heard everything anyway. But Logan used the silence to escape. He didn’t look at her as he held the door to the servant’s stairs open for the maid (Oh, goodness, thank you, my Lord) and then went through himself.

He could hear the kitchens before he saw them. The clank of pots, the cooks shouting instructions to each other. Chopping and sizzling and laughter. He was greeted with curtsies and bows by the few servants he passed as he walked down the corridor, and he stopped just beyond those within the kitchen’s view, just outside the doorway. He liked, at first, to be able to peer in and see what they all were up to.

He liked to see what Finn was up to.

They were preparing sandwiches for tea, and Finn was making the others laughed as they passed the ingredients around to be assembled. Logan smiled to himself as he watched, taking Finn in. His red hair was fluffed up from the heat of the stoves and ovens, and he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, apron tied neatly around his waist.

Logan looked forward to this moment every day. He loved how, if he stood there for long enough, eyes on Finn, Finn would eventually look up and meet his gaze. As if he could feel Logan standing there. Now, while holding butter and and a piece of bread, his eyes flicked up and found Logan’s instantly. Logan grinned and strode in.

“Oh, well,” said the head chef, Mrs. Hawkaway, with a warm smile. “Stars, I swore I just fed you breakfast, my Lord.”

Logan had been mockingly scolded by that Scottish accent for his entire life. He liked that they were all used to him visiting the kitchen and talking with them. He’d been doing it long before Finn had arrived. It made it easier to see him and avoided the suspicious looks as to why exactly he fancied the downstairs so much, so suddenly.

“And it was lovely, Mrs. Hawk,” Logan said, going over to kiss her cheek. “But don’t you know how hungry town makes a man?”

“Well, I’m sure,” Mrs. Hawk patted his cheek fondly. “But, as you can see, tea will be served in hardly a half hour.”

“Oh, yes, I see now,” Logan said. He didn’t look at Finn as he made his way over to the work table that he and the others were gathered around. He did, however, come to a stop at Finn’s shoulder. He could all but feel him fighting a smile as he set aside another perfectly made sandwich.

“Might I steal one?” Logan asked no one in particular.

“My Lord,” Finn said, and gestured to what he knew was Logan’s favorite. Ham and mustard. “Please.”

“And are you pleased by the ball tonight, my Lord?” Mrs. Hawk asked. “We’re all very thrilled for you downstairs. What a chance, to be presented before the Queen.”

“Ah,” Logan shrugged as he chewed, still walking around, still catching Finn’s eye every once in a while. “It all feels like lots of fuss, and you know me. I’d rather be…” Logan trailed off.

This was another problem he had with himself. He wasn’t the eldest, so he didn’t have the same…purpose, he supposed. Not like Noelle did. And his other sisters had found what they wanted from life. They had passions. They filled their days. They did so much more than just stand to inherit. So far, all he’d figured out was that he was very good at walking away the days. He looked at Finn who, like the others, was waiting patiently for him to finish.

And apparently very good and wanting things he couldn’t have.

“Well,” Logan tried to smile. “I’d rather be doing something else. Who knows what.”

There were a few sniggers, which Mrs. Hawk hushed. But Logan was used to that. Of course they found it ridiculous, these people who worked hard for their lives, that he had so much and yet—not much of anything.

“I’m sure,” Finn spoke suddenly. “That my Lord is fit for a great many things.”

There was no humor in Finn’s eyes. Only kindness, and maybe some sympathy. Finn had, after all, heard Logan talk about this many times. An aimless arrow.

“Thank you, Finn,” Logan said softly. He let himself look at him for another moment, then took a breath and gave his brightest smile to the room. “Well. Thank you for the pre-tea tea. I’ll be…” He looked at Finn again as he gazed around the room. “Off now.”

It was a well-worn routine of theirs by now. They had five different directions Logan might walk—many different gardens, many different corridors, that one library that no one seemed to remember anything about. Today was the library—Finn’s favorite.

And yet, as Logan arrived among the books, walked lap after lap without seeing any of the shelves, Finn wasn’t there yet. Logan had learned very quickly that Finn adored reading—it had really been the first thing Logan had learned. He’d ordered tea to this library, and of course no one really knew about it and so Finn, sent up to bring the tea to him, had gotten confused, and then lost, before finally arriving with cold tea and soggy sandwiches. He’d proceeded to just stand there in the doorway, gazing around—and giving Logan quite the look at him, too.

And Logan had made some snobbish comment suggesting Finn couldn’t read, and Finn had corrected him by reciting a bit of Shakespeare calling him a great deal of colorful insults and, well…Logan had fallen just a little bit in love.

Finally, footsteps, fast, nearly running. The door opening, Finn blowing through, out of breath.

“Sorry,” he whisper-shouted. “Sorry, sorry.” He shut the door, turned the lock.

Logan made a show of drawing his time piece out of his waistcoat.

Finn just laughed. “Thought we were on the Rose gallery. Lost track, they’ve got us running around the clock with the start of the season and everything. And we haven’t seen each other for a few days, have we? So looks like you’re running around, too.”

“I don’t run,” Logan said with a smirk.

“Oh, of course, God forbid a Lord runs,” Finn said, then grinned. “Anyway…Hello, diamond.”

Logan rolled his eyes. He made to turn away, mockingly of course, and only so Finn would take his hand and reel him back in—no one ever touched him like that. And Finn’s hands were rough from work, calloused and firm against his own skin. It made Logan want to…God, what to name first?

“I’m only joking,” Finn said. “How are you?”

Logan just hummed and leaned up to kiss him. “Better now.”

“Hm?” Finn kissed him again, then his cheek. “And what have you been up to, lover?”

“Fittings. Ugh.” Logan closed his eyes, pressing his face into Finn’s neck.

“Poor baby.”

Logan smacked at his lower back but just held tighter. Finn did the same.

“You have tea,” Finn said. “Your family is waiting, it’s all been sent up.”

“Well, you were late, so now I’ll be late, too.” Logan leaned back to press another hard kiss to his mouth. “Fuck tea.”

“Hey,” Finn laughed. “I worked hard on those sandwiches. Made the cake, too.”

“I’d prefer your cake, if you don’t mind.” Logan enjoyed Finn’s laugh, filling the space between them. “No, really, though,” Logan said, and kissed him again. “Come for walk with me?”

Finn’s smile dimmed. He sucked a breath in and cupped Logan’s cheek in his hand, then shook his head. “We shouldn’t, Lo. I want to, but we shouldn’t.”

Logan leaned into his palm. “Why not? We always go for walks.”

“I know,” Finn said softly. “I just meant not today.”

Logan straightened, heart sinking. He thought about what Noelle had said. “Finn…”

“It’s all right,” Finn said. “Really—”

“What did my sister say to you?” Logan asked. “What did she say?”

“What?” Finn asked, eyes going confused. “Nothing.”

“Fuck the ball,” Logan said more fiercely. “I won’t go.”

“You have to go,” Finn raised his eyebrows. “It’s the Queen’s ball. You’re being presented, Lo.”

Logan just rolled his eyes. “It’s feathers and—and champagne and—it’s nothing, Finn, come on. Some people care about these things, sure, but—”

“Logan,” Finn said. “Lo.” He took Logan’s hands in his own, keeping him in place. Logan could only stare at the way Finn’s thumbs rubbed gently over his knuckles. He looked so conflicted, brown eyes sad. “You…you have to care.”

Logan had been dreading this, even though they both had known it was coming. They both knew the realities but somehow, away from it all, they had managed to ignore it for a long while. Taking walks through the woods as though they were exactly the same, equal to each other. Kissing by streams as if nothing could touch them, staying up late beneath the stars to learn each other, through and through.

Finn seemed to be having similar thoughts. He brought up one of Logan’s knuckles to his lips. “Look, I…I don’t have it in me to tell you we can’t see each other anymore. I know that’s how this is supposed to go.”

Logan shook his head, almost frantically, but Finn just squeezed his hands.

“I know that—one of us is suppose to tell the other that we can’t give each other the kind of life we deserve. But I can’t do that. I can’t get those words out, I’ll never be able to. Because I’m selfish and because I—”

“I won’t go tonight,” Logan said. “I won’t.”

“It’s not about the ball,” Finn said, almost pleadingly. “Lo, you’re…” His smile was sad, resigned. “You’re going to marry. You are, that’s the life you were born into, and this, this is the life I was born into, and so it’s not going to be to me.” Finn’s words stuttered out at the end, as if he had to force them. “The ball is just tonight. I’m talking about a lot longer than that.”

Logan didn’t want to hear it. He wasn’t ready to hear it. He surged forward and wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck. “Just come for a walk with me.” He pressed their cheeks together. “Just—please, we’ll figure something out.”

“Where will we go?” Finn asked. “This isn’t the country, there’s no woods to hide ourselves away in, and we can’t just walk down the street.”

“Then I’ll sneak you upstairs.”

“Logan, no. You know that’s not a good idea.”

Logan made a frustrated sound, turned his nose into Finn’s neck again. He didn’t care what was at stake anymore. He didn’t care, he wanted this. He wanted Finn’s smiles, and the way he had taught Logan how to scramble an egg, how to make tea—laughing at him all the while for knowing so little. Tea? You don’t know how to make tea?

“Lo, you know you have to go tonight.”

Logan just squeezed his eyes shut. “I know. I know but why—why couldn’t we be…if everything was different…”

“I know,” Finn said softly. “If we could just live in here with books, and soggy sandwiches…and each other.”

“Yeah,” Logan whispered. “Yeah, I would.”

“Go the ball tonight.” Finn kissed his cheek and pulled back. “Then come home and tell me everything. I can see when carriages arrive from my room, and I’ll wait for you at the back entrance. All right? I won’t be late this time.”

Logan nodded slowly, and let Finn cup his chin gently in his hand and kiss him.

“All right?” Finn murmured against his lips, and then began to pepper his cheeks and chin with more kisses until Logan couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.” Finn smiled back, though neither of theirs quite reached their eyes. “Okay.”

Finn began to turn away, and he made it four steps towards the door before he turned back, just as Logan pushed forward and said wait.

Just one more kiss. It wasn’t nearly as playful. It was hard and Finn’s arms around him were tight and needy.

“Make sure you’re wearing that white suit,” Finn said against his mouth.

“It’s ugly,” Logan said, and took Finn’s bottom lip between his teeth.

“Not on the floor, I’d guess.” Finn took Logan’s face between his hands and kissed him hard, once more. “Gotta get back to work. And you have to get back to, you know.” Finn reached down and tapped Logan’s arse through his trousers. “Whatever it is you do all day.”

Logan just laughed, sounding love-struck even to his own ears, and gave him a push. “Go on. Don’t be late.”

Finn made a cross over his heart, pressed a kiss to his fingers and held them out towards Logan, then disappeared through the door.

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Oliver's Basic Info

Name: Oliver Chase O’Brian

Oliver's faceclaims were almost as easy as Abby's, so here we go! For the 60s, we have . For the 80s, we have River Phoenix. In the 90s, we have Johnathan Taylor Thomas. And, for the current day, we've got Jacob Tremblay.

Nicknames: Olly/Oli, Raccoon Boy (he brought home a raccoon as a kid, claiming it was a cat, and his dad let him keep it until their mom found out), and Bigfoot (for his love of cryptids)

Age: 14

Date of Birth: December 13

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Birthstone: Turquoise

Nationality: Native American, Irish, and French-Canadian

Sexuality: Gay

Birthplace: Elliot Hospital, Manchester, New Hampshire

Current Residence: Gray Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire

Occupation: High school freshman, goalie for the high school hockey team, gaming livestreamer, and podcast creator

Talents/Skills: Researching things

Birth order: Youngest 

Siblings: Vivien (oldest) and Abigail (middle)

Parents: Damien Lucas O’Brian and Chelsea Alisha Mays

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Height: 5’8”

Race: White

Eye Color: Blue and brown hazel

Hair Color: Brown

Glasses or contact lenses: Practically blind without glasses, but usually wears contacts

Distinguishing features: Scar on his collarbone from a hockey accident, chewed-up lips, and he has a slit in his right eyebrow that he did during the pandemic and it never really grew back for some reason.

Mannerisms: Humming songs while he works, bouncing his leg almost all the time, doodling on any paper he can find, and unironic finger guns (a habit he can’t kick no matter how hard he tries).

Health: He’s fairly healthy, but he gets sick easily if he gets flu shots and he’s insanely accident-prone.

Hobbies: Ghost hunting, exploring abandoned buildings, researching UFOs/cryptids, running a weekly podcast with some of his school friends, and having crushes on cute guys he knows he has no chance with.

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How unserious he’s perceived to be. Though Oliver does take loads of things seriously, his nonchalance, geeky interests, and overall chill demeanor make it nearly impossible for people to take him seriously. The only place where people even bother to pay him any mind is on his podcast where they can’t see him and have only his voice to rely on for information. In a way, he supposes it’s a sort of blessing in disguise; people tend to ignore him when talking about serious issues as they feel he either doesn’t care or won’t understand it. Oliver is great at acting as though he doesn’t care, but really, he’s the one paying the most attention to what’s going on.

Best quality (in their opinion): How much people trust him. The people Oliver’s closest with tend to go to him when they need help with things; whether it be in relationships, school, or even just little things. As the youngest of the family, he’s sort of brushed over in favor of the girls, but when people go to him for things, he can’t help the desire to puff out his chest and feel proud that someone is trusting him with something, even if it’s something inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.

Biggest fear: Being forgotten. Oliver knows that his sisters are destined for great things and, while he couldn’t be more proud of them, he’s worried that, once they move out, he’ll just be cast aside as the youngest, lowest-achieving of the O’Brian children. He knows their dad will be there for him regardless, but he’s already sort of pushed aside by their mom. He just worries that, once Vivien and Abby go off to college, move out, and start living life, he’ll be left behind - the overshadowed sibling who wants nothing but the best for his sisters. No matter what they do, he’ll be proud of them, and he makes sure to tell them that when he can, but he hopes they remember him from whatever spotlights they eventually find themselves in.

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 

Favorite ice cream: Pistachio

Favorite color: Green

Favorite number: 84, his hockey number

Favorite songs: Burn the House Down by AJR, Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure, and Ride by Twenty One Pilots

A place they want to visit: Boring, Oregon

[visceravalentines]

About ME

omg I was tagged by the whole world pretty much tysm @bluecoolr @ventiswampwater @flaggermuser @laserbatbunny

Nickname: Meg (my siblings call me Meggie)

Age: 27

Height: 5'9" tall binch

Sign: Cancer (v tough outside, v delicious w/ butter inside)

Last Google search: zupas (gotta have my salad!!)

Last song stuck in my head: Haunted by Laura Les

Sleep: somehow always up until 11, then my alarm goes off at 6:45, then I don't actually get out of bed until like 7:10

Dream job: embalmer only, no funeral arrangements

Wearing: gray sweatpants and a gray Jurassic Park t-shirt and the grays do NOT match thanks for asking

Favorite Songs: oh god oh fuck um Hysteria by Spiritbox, (Coffee's For Closers) by Fall Out Boy, Yellowjacket by Spiritbox, anything by Spiritbox....

Favorite instrument: heavy metal guitar

Aesthetic: at work, slightly flustered preppy professional. Not at work, lazy-ass horror whore

Favorite author(s): Nick Cutter, Paul Tremblay, Stephen Graham Jones

Favorite color: green!

Favorite animal sounds: when cat goes brrow??

Last song: Anti-Hero by The Animal In Me (yes she's a metal cover of the T Swift song)

Last series: The Last of Us

Random: the sunset over the mountains on my drive home today was incredible

Zero pressure tags for @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @leatherfaceologist @your-mxnd-is-mxne @venus-haze (apologies if you've done this already, I know it's making the rounds!)

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Flann Rhydderch

The Dullahan Prince of C.R.C Flann Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's Cousin, Hywel's nephew, and Fergus' son, Flann. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a smart, laid-back and youthful father. He is the only heir to the Dullahan throne.

"Jeez, talk about a 'head-case'."

Name

Full Legal Name: Flann Cairbre Heilyn Echthigern Rhydderch

First Name: Flann

Meaning: Means 'Blood Red' in Irish.

Pronunciation: FLAN

Origin: Irish, Old Irish

Middle Name(s): Cairbre, Heilyn, Echthigern

Meaning(s): Cairbre: Means 'Charioteer' in Irish. Heilyn: Means 'Winebearer, Dispenser' in Welsh. Echthigern: Means 'Horse lord' from Old Irish 'Ech' 'Horse' and 'Tigerna' 'Lord'

Pronunciation(s): KAR-brya. HUW-lihn. eck-THIG-urn

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology, Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'.

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Dullahan Prince, Flann Rhydderch

Reason: This is Flann's ring name

Nicknames: N/A

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 32

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 10th, 1988

Symbols: Dullahans, Guillotines, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Theme Song: 'M1 A1' - Gorillaz (2006-)

Voice Actor: Colin O'Donoghue

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: Bright Orange

Body Hair: Sparse

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 30

Piercings: Ear Lobes (Double, Both)

Scars: Lots of small unnoticeable scars

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: ADHD, Lisp

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Jarlath Rhydderch, Patrick Rhydderch, Lochlainn Rhydderch, Fionn Rhydderch, Uilliam Rhydderch, Ivor Rhydderch, Sean Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Vaughan Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Roderick Rhydderch

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Ginger Rhydderch

Mentor: Fergus Rhydderch

Significant Other: Ginger Rhydderch (33, Wife, Née Gardiner)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Fergus Rhydderch (62, Father), Aoife Gardiner (63, Mother, Née Daugherty)

Parents-In-Law: Arwen Gardiner (63, Father-In-Law), Gwen Gardiner (63, Mother-In-Law, Née MacFarlane)

Siblings: None

Siblings-In-Law: Weldon Gardiner (42, Ginger's Brother), Nwanneka Gardiner (43, Weldon's Wife, Née Bonfils), Amarachi Abraham (39, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Wilfred Abraham (40, Amarachi's Husband), Wayne Gardiner (36, Ginger's Brother), Chinenye Gardiner (37, Wayne's Wife, Née Traverse), Warwick Gardiner (30, Ginger's Brother), Chidimma Gardiner (31, Warwick's Wife, Née Thibault), Amara Tremblay (27, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Wilder Tremblay (28, Amara's Husband), Webster Gardiner (24, Ginger's Brother), Nnenne Gardiner (25, Webster's Wife, Née Bernard), Anuli Bouvier (21, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Aamir Bouvier (22, Anuli's Husband), Wells Gardiner (18, Ginger's Brother), Chiamaka Gardiner (15, Ginger's Sister), Wesley Gardiner (12, Ginger's Brother)

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Gage Rhydderch (12, Son), Fancy Rhydderch (9, Daughter), Ebony Rhydderch (6, Daughter), Damon Rhydderch (3, Son)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Fergus Rhydderch

Managers: Ginger Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Ginger Rhydderch

Debut: 2006

Debut Match: Flann Rhydderch VS Fergus Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Brawler:

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2006-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Belly-To-Back Suplex, Boston Crab, DDT, Elbow Drop, Texas Piledriver, Powerbomb, Running Knee Drop, Running Shoulder Block, Scoop Slam, Snap Suplex, Enzuigiri, Headbutt, Powerslam

Finishers: Lariat, Vertical Suplex Piledriver, Vertical Drop Brainbuster, Double Arm DDT, Mandible Claw, Sleeper Hold

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Flann Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Fergus dies Flann will have a 1/8th ownership of the promotion. Flann is a 'Dullahan Style' (Brawler) trainer. He's a quarter-Welsh and three quarters-Irish.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[fruitcoops]

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Ummmm.... yes always! There's a Finn-teaching-Leo-to-dance fluff fic, a goalie-centric fic brought on by the last Vaincre chap, and my WIP graveyard. Oh, and more sibling fics. The Tremblays have been on my mind.

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲: 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 | part 2

part 1

A/N: Another long post

𝙳𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚜-𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢

Nicknames: Daff

Name Meanings: Daphne → Greek, “laurel tree, bay tree” ; Alice → German, “noble” ; Sofia → Greek, “wisdom” ; Demiurgos → Greek, “public/skilled worker” ; Kennedy → Irish, “helmeted chief/leader”

Date of Birth: August 31, 1907 (at 6:19 am)

Gender: Female ; she/her 

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw 

Faceclaims: Emma Tremblay & Emilia Clarke 

Parents: Minerva Kennedy and Adonis Demiurgos (@endlessly-cursed) 

Brothers: Atticus Ferdia Gregorius and Matthias Dermot Apollonas Demiurgos-Kennedy

Godparents: Walter Kennedy and Lottie Gallagher (@slytherindisaster) 

Patronus: Dapple gray mare

Favorite Subjects: Herbology, charms, care of magical creatures 

Least Favorite Subjects: Transfiguration, potions

Extracurriculars: None 

Hobbies: Reading, writing, gardening 

Personality: Intelligent, quick-witted, charismatic, brave, argumentative, outgoing, kind, stubborn

About Daphne: As the only daughter, Daphne found herself occasionally taking on the role of a second mother. She had to remind her twin brother, Atticus, to take care of himself when they were in school. She had a close relationship with Atticus though, despite the combative nature it took on when they were teens. She was eleven when Matthias was born and while the dynamics were different, Daphne found herself taking on a protective role towards him.

Upon starting Hogwarts, Daphne was quickly sorted into Ravenclaw. She found her home quite quickly in the house, despite suffering from moments of homesickness. That was when she was most grateful for her twin. While at Hogwarts, Daphne found her interest in nature and that she enjoys spending time doing nothing. Her interest in nature mostly culminated around herbology and botany. This led Daphne to becoming a herbologist after she graduated. While she never went on to become a household name, Daphne did write a few books about her research in herbology. Her writing did moderately well and her books were used by those in the field. 

Trivia:

Of the numerous Kennedy grandchildren, Daphne takes the shortest amount of time to be sorted. The hat barely touches her head before it sorts her into Ravenclaw. 

Daphne enjoys spending time with nothing to worry about. She’ll go dancing for the fun of it. She’s kissed a few men for the fun of it. She doesn’t go overboard with it, but enjoys doing things for fun.

Daphne is a polyglot. She’s fluent in English, Greek, and French. She also knows a lot of Latin, but isn’t as confident in it.

𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚜-𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢

Nicknames: Matt

Name Meanings: Matthias → Aramic, “gift of God” ; Dermot → Irish, “free from envy” ; Apollonas → Greek, “to destroy” ; Demiurgos → Greek, “public/skilled worker” ; Kennedy → Irish, “helmeted chief/leader”

Date of Birth: September 12, 1918

Gender: Male ; he/him

Sexuality: Demisexual 

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 

Faceclaims: Lewis McAskie & Joshua Orpin

Parents: Minerva Kennedy and Adonis Demiurgos (@endlessly-cursed) 

Siblings: Atticus Ferdia Gregorius and Daphne Alice Sofia Demiurgos-Kennedy 

Godmother: Eliza Kennedy

Patronus: Gray squirrel 

Favorite Subjects: Charms, defense against the dark arts, transfiguration

Least Favorite Subjects: History of Magic, herbology, care of magical creatures 

Extracurriculars: Prefect, beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team 

Hobbies: Quidditch, reading, swimming, hurling, writing, running 

Personality: Intelligent, athletic, brave, charismatic, reserved, knowledgeable, original, stubborn, energetic, adaptable, adventurous, private 

About Matthias: As the youngest son and by quite a lot, Matthias has a quiet upbringing. His siblings are at Hogwarts during most of his younger years and it takes him quite a while to gain a solid relationship with them through no one's fault but age. Luckily, Matthias has some cousins around his age, including his cousin, Cecilia, who’s two years ahead of him at Hogwarts. In addition, Matthias tends to take after his father more so than his mother, but he’s got a strong bond with both of his parents. 

Upon starting Hogwarts, Matthias was quickly sorted into Gryffindor just like his father was. He found himself quite comfortable in the house of the lion quite quickly. It was nice to have cousins around and Matthias enjoyed the friends he made in the house. In his second year, he tried out for the Gryffindor quidditch team on a whim and won the position of beater. He fell in love with quidditch on the pitch at Hogwarts, but it was never a burning passion. In addition, Matthias was made a prefect in his fifth year, something he was incredibly shocked by but was incredibly proud of. Sure, he might not be a prefect and headboy like Atticus was, but Matthias felt like he had finally shed the lingering cap of his siblings.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Matthias tried on many different careers. None seemed to fit him until he decided to write about quidditch. Now, he wasn’t a journalist and didn’t write about quidditch matches that were currently being played. Instead, he wrote about the history of quidditch, its rules, and the game in and of itself. He became moderately successful for a trilogy of novels surrounding a fictional quidditch team’s exploits.

Trivia:

Matthias was a surprise baby, born eleven years after his older siblings, Atticus and Daphne.

His middle name of Dermot is a Kennedy family name, although Matthias’s full name doesn’t follow the Kennedy family conventions.

Matthias is bilingual, fluent in English and Greek. He knows the rudimentary aspects of Latin, though.

𝙲𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢

Nicknames: Cece, Cilia

Name Meanings: Cecilia → Latin, “blind” ; Alice → German, “noble” ; Kennedy → Irish, “helmeted chief/leader”

Date of Birth: February 19, 1917

Gender: Female ; she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 

Faceclaims: Dixie Egerickx & Lily James

Parents: Edmund Kennedy and Lottie Gallagher (@slytherindisaster)

Siblings: Aurelia Mary and  Alfred Dermot Edmund “Alfie” Kennedy 

Godparents: Billie Kennedy and Adonis Demiurgos (@endlessly-cursed) 

Love Interest: Oliver Marcus Erol Battersea

Son: Albert Edmund Battersea

Patronus: Swallow

Favorite Subjects: Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures

Least Favorite Subjects: History of Magic 

Extracurriculars: Prefect, care of magical creatures club

Hobbies: Gardening, swimming, reading, hiking, exploring

Personality: Curious, intelligent, kind, hardworking, dreamer, friendly, honest, secret romantic 

About Cecilia: As the middle child, Cecilia has always loved the adventure that comes with the outdoors. She could spend hours exploring the grounds of Whitethorn Hall and looking for animals and plants. Her love of the outdoors was unexpected, as in many other respects she reminded people of her father, just without the seriousness that accompanied Edmund Kennedy. Cecilia also has a close relationship with her sister, Aurelia. 

Upon starting Hogwarts, Cecilia was sorted into Gryffindor, after becoming a hatstall. She found herself at home quite quickly in Gryffindor, becoming comfortable with the students and everything around her. It was also nice when her cousin, Matthias, joined her two years later. In her fifth year, Cecilia was named prefect. She never became headgirl, but that didn’t bother Cecilia too much. After all, she was busy fulfilling her interests in herbology and magiozoology. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, Cecilia followed her dream and became both a herbologist and a magiozoologist. She never became a major name or anything, but Cecilia did become a major part of advocating for some of the legislation passed in the 1930s and 40s. In addition, she fell in love with Ravenclaw alumn, Oliver Battersea. Eventually, Cecilia and Oliver married and had one child, a son named Albert. 

Trivia:

Cecilia was a hatstall between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Her ambitions drive her quite a lot, which includes her ambition to become both a herbologist and a magiozoologist. A lot of people are shocked that she’s not a Slytherin.

Cecilia is a hopeless romantic, but she keeps that side of herself quiet and very few people are allowed to see that side of herself. 

Cecilia is Luke Battersea’s paternal grandmother.

𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚝 𝙴𝚍𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢

Nicknames: Alfie, Alf, Al

Name Meanings: Alfred → English, “wise counselor, elf-counsel” ; Dermot → Irish, “free from envy” ; Edmund → English, “fortunate protector” ; Kennedy → Irish, “helmeted chief/leader”

Date of Birth: April 9, 1920

Gender: Male ; he/him 

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Hogwarts House: Slytherin 

Faceclaim: Jacob Tremblay 

Parents: Edmund Kennedy and Lottie Gallagher (@slytherindisaster)

Sisters: Aurelia Mary and Cecilia Alice Kennedy 

Godparents: Walter Kennedy and Anne “Nan” Kennedy 

Patronus: Lion

Favorite Subjects: Transfiguration, arithmancy 

Least Favorite Subjects: Potions, herbology

Extracurriculars: Keeper on the Slytherin quidditch team, prefect 

Hobbies: Quidditch, reading, writing

Personality: Intelligent, stubborn, strong-willed, uptight, honorable, reliable, patient, organized, passionate, athletic, stubborn, open-minded 

About Alfie: As the youngest child and only son, Alfie is, without a doubt, his father’s son. He has a good relationship with both of his sisters even though he’s not that close to them, but being the youngest means that Alfie is not nearly as uptight as his father. In fact, his grandmother says that Alfie reminds her of what Edmund was like before Ferdia Kennedy’s death. Alfie has a comment for everything, just like his father had as a young child. 

Upon starting Hogwarts, Alfie was sorted into Slytherin after spending ten minutes under the sorting hat as it debated if Slytherin or Ravenclaw was a better fit for him. He found himself quite homesick for his first few weeks at Hogwarts, which was lessened slightly by the fact that his older sisters were both with him. In his third year, Alfie joined the Slytherin quidditch team. He originally tried out for the position of beater, but instead, he earned the position of keeper. He enjoyed the sport quite a lot, but never felt the desire for quidditch to be anything other than a hobby. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, Alfie followed the family footsteps into the ministry of magic. Like his father, Alfie began his career in the treasury department. However, Alfie eventually decided to run for the legislative body and he won on his first run. He served 10 years in the legislative body before returning to the treasury department. 

Trivia:

Alfie’s middle names follow the tradition of Kennedy family naming. Dermot is the first middle name, whose purpose has been forgotten over the years, and the second middle name is the boy’s father’s first name. Thus, Alfie is Alfred Dermot Edmund. 

In his third year, Alfie went through a phase where he tried out other possible nicknames because he felt that “Alfie” was too childish. None stuck and honestly, Alfie didn’t like being called any of them.

While in his eighties, Alfie is the guardian to his grandnephew (Cecilia’s grandson), Luke Battersea, for a year.

𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚍𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚊

Nicknames: Lou, Lewis

Name Meanings: Louis → German and French, “renowned warrior” ; Edgar → English, “wealthy spearman” ; Hamid → Arabic, “praiseworthy” ; Battersea → Anglo-Saxon, meaning unknown.

Date of Birth: March 28, 1913

Gender: Male ; he/him 

Sexuality: Demisexual 

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 

Faceclaim: Joshua Rush & Burak Özçivit 

Parents: Simon Battersea and Nilufer “Nile” Sultan (@endlessly-cursed) 

Brothers: Sidney Harrison Mehmet, Niall Albert Selim, and Oliver Marcus Erol Battersea 

Patronus: Dun stallion

Favorite Subjects: Charms, transfiguration, history of magic

Least Favorite Subjects: Potions, astronomy

Extracurriculars: Prefect, keeper on the Gryffindor quidditch team

Hobbies: Reading, writing, piano, cards, golf

Personality: Kind, poised, quiet, stoic, witty, intelligent, sarcastic, honest, strong-willed, thoughtful, calm, observant, stubborn, direct, loyal, courageous, inflexible, a bit arrogant 

About Louis: As the third son, Louis is very much a combination of his parents, although, perhaps, he takes after his father a bit more so than his mother. He has a closer relationship with his younger brother, Oliver, than he does with either of his older brothers despite the fact that he is closer in age to Niall than he is to Oliver. Perhaps, it’s because he and Oliver are closer to their father. Louis looks up to his older brothers, even though they don’t get along terribly well as children. 

Upon starting Hogwarts, Louis was sorted into Gryffindor after five minutes of the sorting hat debating if he would be better in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Louis felt out of place in Gryffindor for his first few weeks at Hogwarts, but he eventually found his footing and he became quite comfortable with the house and his housemates. In addition, he was made a prefect in his fifth year and that same year, he made the Gryffindor quidditch team, earning the position of keeper. 

After he graduated from Hogwarts, Louis began experimenting many different careers as he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do with his life. He had fulfilled multiple requirements for different careers and felt like spending some time figuring out which one would be the best fit. He tried auror training, before dropping out. Eventually, he found himself taking on the role of broom maker, something that combined many of Louis’s strengths. He never loved his career, but he appreciated it and found himself feeling quite comfortable with it. 

Trivia:

Louis’s middle name, Edgar, is after his late uncle. Marcus Edgar Charles Battersea. His middle name, Hamid, is in honor of his mother’s culture.

Louis is a supporter of the Chudley Cannons. 

𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝙴𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚊

Nicknames: Ollie

Name Meanings: Oliver → Latin, “olive tree” ; Marcus → Latin, “warlike” ; Erol → Turkish, “brave” ; Battersea → Anglo-Saxon, meaning unknown. 

Date of Birth: August 22, 1917

Gender: Male ; he/him 

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw 

Faceclaim: Tomaso Sanelli & Brenton Thwaites 

Parents: Simon Battersea and Nilufer “Nile” Sultan 

Brothers: Sidney Harrison Mehmet, Niall Albert Selim, and Louis Edgar Hamid Battersea

Love Interest: Cecilia Alice Kennedy

Son: Albert Edmund Battersea

Patronus: Heron

Favorite Subjects: Care of Magical Creatures, charms, potions

Least Favorite Subjects: Transfiguration, herbology

Extracurriculars: Seeker on the Ravenclaw quidditch team starting in his fourth year 

Hobbies: Flying, quidditch, fencing, boxing, reading, cards

Personality: Intelligent, quiet, shy, stubborn, responsible, strong-willed, practical, organized, reserved, realistic, loyal, curious, tactless, can be judgmental and insensitive 

About Oliver: As the youngest son, Oliver takes after his father much more than his mother, although he does have a lot more daring and impulsiveness than his father ever did. He also has a closer relationship with his father, as they just get on a little better. He is also the closest to his older brother, Louis, but looks up to his oldest brother, Sidney, the most. 

Upon starting Hogwarts, Oliver was sorted into Ravenclaw quite quickly. He found himself to be quite at home in Ravenclaw, despite feeling annoyed at the comparisons to his brothers. In his third year, he started taking Care of Magical Creatures and fell in love with the subject. The next year, his fourth year, he made the Ravenclaw quidditch team and earned the position of seeker. He enjoyed the sport, but mostly as a hobby and less so as a career path.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Oliver followed his gut and began working as a dragonlogist. While on a trip, he met magiozoologist and and herbologist, Cecilia Kennedy. He fell in love with Cecilia and they married, eventually having one son together, Albert Dermot Battersea in 1947. 

Trivia:

Oliver’s middle name, Marcus, is after his late uncle Marcus. His other middle name, Erol, is in honor of his mother’s culture. 

Oliver is Luke Battersea’s paternal grandfather.

𝙶𝚒𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎-𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜

Nicknames: Gio

Name Meanings: Giovanni → Italian, “God is gracious” ; Deangelo→ Italian, “from the angel” ; della Rovere → Italian, “of the oak tree” ; Parsons 

Date of Birth: March 7, 1909

Gender: Male 

Sexuality: Demisexual 

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Faceclaim: Ali Hadji-Heshmati

Parents: Georgie Parsons and Angelo della Rovere (@potionboy3)

Siblings: Enzo Roy and Reva Kamilah Rovere-Parsons 

Godparent: Divya Parsons (@endlessly-cursed)

Patronus: Magpie

Favorite Subjects: Alchemy, potions, charms, transfiguration

Least Favorite Subjects: Herbology

Extracurriculars: Prefect, alchemy club

Hobbies: Reading, writing, experimenting, horse riding

Personality: Curious, intelligent, hardworking, loyal, quick temper, kind, friendly, open-minded, absentminded, outgoing, charismatic, practical, stubborn, reserved, oblivious, forgets about his own needs and stuff a lot

About Gio: As the eldest son, Gio is very much his mother’s son. He’s generally on the more serious side, unless he’s doing something that he’s passionate about… which is usually experimenting with potions or trying to create his own spells. In addition, Gio inherited his father’s temper, which isn’t exactly the greatest combination when it comes to his experiments. He also has a good relationship with both of his siblings and his parents. He’s probably the closest to Enzo, which makes them a slightly interesting duo.

Upon starting Hogwarts, Gio was sorted into Hufflepuff after spending ten minutes under the sorting hat as it debated between whether or not Gio would fit better in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Despite feeling a bit like the hat made a mistake, Gio found himself at home in Hufflepuff. It just took a while. He became a prefect in his fifth year, which made him feel like he had found his footing even more. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, Gio went on to become an alchemist. It fed his love for experimentation and while he would never reach the level of Nicolas Flamel, he became moderately successful and well-known in the world of alchemy. 

Trivia:

Gio is the only one of the Rovere-Parsons kids to not inherit any seer genes. 

𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚁𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎-𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜

Nicknames: None

Name Meanings: Reva → Hindi river name, Hebrew, “rain” ; Kamilah → Arabic, “perfect” ; della Rovere → Italian, “of the oak tree” ; Parsons

Date of Birth: February 25, 1916

Gender: Female 

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff 

Faceclaim: Swayam Bhatia 

Parents: Georgie Parsons and Angelo della Rovere (@potionboy3)

Brothers: Giovanni Deangelo and Enzo Roy Rovere-Parsons

Patronus: Otter

Favorite Subjects: Charms, transfiguration, divination, defense against the dark arts

Least Favorite Subjects: Potions

Extracurriculars: Prefect, headgirl

Hobbies: Reading, embroidery, horse riding, watercolors, croquet, scrapbooking 

Personality: Intelligent, kind, caring, insecure, big heart, idealistic, outgoing, friendly, open-minded, hardworking, diligent, loyal, reliable, stubborn, empathetic, persuasive

About Reva: As the only daughter and youngest child, Reva is very much a good combination in personality of her parents’ personalities. She doesn’t really take after one more than the other and has a close relationship with her parents. She’s also closest to her brother, Enzo, although she’s really grateful that she can turn to Gio when she feels homesick at Hogwarts.

Upon starting Hogwarts, Reva was sorted into Hufflepuff and unlike her brother, Gio, Reva was sorted quickly. She found herself at home in Hufflepuff quite quickly, forming good friendships and feeling at home in the house. She was named prefect in her fifth year and became headgirl in her seventh year. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, Reva went on to become a healer. 

Trivia:

Reva inherited the seer gene from her father, which mostly manifests in her dreams.

Atticus Ferdia Gregorius Demiurgos-Kennedy

Aurelia Mary Kennedy

Sidney Harrison Mehmet Battersea • Niall Albert Selim Battersea

Enzo Roy Rovere-Parsons

[idaclarke]

{ MAIKA MONROE, 23, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that IDA CLARKE? A SENIOR originally from SEVIERVILLE TN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study ANTHROPOLOGY & RELIGIOUS STUDIES on a ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE SIREN on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

hung my cotton dress on rested wire...

NAME: ida may clarke NICKNAME: a few of her siblings call her everything by using ‘ida’ to describe her (ida crook, ida stupid etc), her meemaw calls her trouble BIRTHDAY: april 3, 2001 ZODIAC: aries sun, taurus moon, aquarius rising SEXUALITY: no label (pansexual) RELIGION: christian (pentecostal)  THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: charming, adventurous, decisive THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: judgmental, cruel, dishonest THREE SKILLS: skilled hunter, can pick a lock, petty theft ENNEAGRAM: 4w5 MYERS-BRIGGS: enfj EXTRACURRICULARS: senior class board, debate team, president of tri-delta, acapella group, feminists at ogden

AESTHETIC: beat up cowgirl boots, too short slip dresses, glossy lips, messy braids, diet cheerwine cans, overalls, glittery eyelids, smudged mascara, running water, creaking wooden floors, faded home-made blankets

CHARACTER INSPO: jennifer check (jennifer’s body), tyra collette (friday night lights), ramona vega (hustlers), alison dilaurentis (pretty little liars), audrey horne (twin peaks), irina (boy parts), rebekah mikaelson (the vampire diaries), queen ravenna (snow white),

LIKES: cherry lollipops, warm summer afternoons, gossip, running through the woods, deep kisses, annotated books, wool socks, black nail polish, biscuits and gravy, dolly parton, knitting DISLIKES: rude comments, dishonesty, running out of perfume, early mornings, mosquitos, cold weather, off-brand dr. pepper, vegan substitutes, people who dislike country music

FAVORITE MOVIES/TV: fleabag, the oa, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, the l word, coraline, how to get away with murder, midsommer, yellowstone, pearl, suspira, the little hours FAVORITE BOOKS: wuthering heights, history of madness, circe, ninth house, s., boy parts, bunny, if we were villains, a secret history of witches, a certain hunger FAVORITE ARTISTS: ethel cain, the 1975, miranda lambert, dolly parton, the chicks, hozier, florence + the machine, paris paloma, chapell roan

FAMILY: maternal meemaw - jolene phillips (patricia clarkson) mother - mary-anne clarke (charlize theron) father - david clarke (billy burke) sisters - doris hutchinson (teresa palmer), maureen cardin (carlson young), ethel clarke (lily-rose depp), jana clarke (freya allen) brothers - levi clarke (george mackay), calvin clarke (will poulter), beau clarke (skyler gisondo), john clarke (jack dylan grazer), wayne clarke (jacob tremblay), micah clarke (christian convery)

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JUST A CRAZY ROUGHNECKS DAUGHTER:

life isn’t much of anything when you’re the middle of 11 kids. on the farm it was early to rise and early to bed, everyone had a chore and unfortunately doris, the eldest of the kids, was given childcare duty more often than not. but the perk of being the middle of 11, is the ability to disappear. her father only cared about three (four) things; god, farm, family, whiskey. her mother followed a similar path and well...granny jo wasn’t the best idol according to her mother. and so ida decided to carve her own way in the world.

you see, the thing about being number six of eleven means you get exactly zero attention. and so you go seeking your attention elsewhere. and ida found that attention in the arms of bobby perkins. she was fourteen, him seventeen, and ida was smitten from day one. he talked her up, picked her up at the bonfires when she snuck out of the house, and promised that he would take her away from eastern tennessee. and then she graduated at 17 (a year early because to everyone’s surprise ida was actually quite intelligent), and took her to the majestic land that was florida.

living in a trailer park as bobby developed a bit of a following with his promise of love and freedom, and god-fearing community, ida realized just how much she liked the spotlight. she liked when people fawned over her, when they showered her with affection, and when they believed the words that left her mouth. it was easy work for her, talking to people, making them feel heard, inviting them in to the group. this was what she was made for.

but bobby didn’t like it. he didn’t like that others started to love ida more than him, that she would say something in opposition to him. always sweetly, always veiled as compliments and adoration for him. and so he came up with the plan to dump her, to leave her stranded, to get her away from his life, his goals.

and then suddenly ida was back on her parents front porch, saying she’d been accepted at ogden with a full ride, that bobby was still in florida and she had no idea what happened to him. and then she kissed her mother and father goodbye and moved to new hampshire for her future.

JUMPED HEADFIRST INTO THE WATER:

starting college as a freshman at twenty came with a whole list of questions. she answered them easily, she needed time between high school and college to get some real world experience. she wanted to travel, to work and save her money, but she always knew she would go, and that ogden was the place.

and then a year later greer started, and ida zeroed in on her. she was perfect for ida’s ego, for her life to befriend such a golden girl. to whisper words of wisdom. but soon greer, either seeing through ida’s facade or just over it altogether, gave ida the cold shoulder.

but she was undeterred, continuing on her merry way but always keeping an eye on the campus golden girl. she laughed when others needed the comedic boost, gave out compliments to those who needed it, and offered her support as needed. but it just isn’t enough is it?

BAPTIZED AWAY MY SINS:  

looking forward, ida is hoping to continue to apply herself. charming anyone and everyone she can, collecting people in her pocket for when she needs them, making loyal friends and followers. currently she’s applying to master and phd programs, including the one at ogden, to continue her studies. and she’s keeping her eye out for the golden girl, curious to her disappearance, though a bit thrilled in the mystery. ida would never turn down the drama, and is not above going the extra mile when she’s a bit bored.

GREER:

ida entered college at age 20, with too much real-world experience it seemed. everyone was so boring at ogden, making problems out of nothing, feeding each other’s egos. and yet, ida knew what she could tap into while she was there, the wealth, the connections, the power. everything she needed, what she had never had. and enter greer, a beautiful eager girl with everything ida needed, everything she wanted to be. and so she quickly took to her side, hoping to offer friendship, advice, to mold her into the person that ida needed her to be. and it seemed to work for a while, greer maintaining her own self but still ida could clearly see her influences. until it stopped completely, greer icing her out of her life in one fell swoop. and in less than a year, ida went from building her empire and future on poor little greer, back to nothing. still she kept her tabs on greer, and she knew greer did the same. they acted polite and kind in public, a weird relationship of knowing each other but not really. ida played it off, acting as if greer was but a younger sibling to her. but to everyone else it was just an odd friendship that didn’t survive the test of time in college, nothing more and nothing less.

THE SIREN:

she pulls you in with her sweetness, but only when it’s too late do you realize her true colors. like sirens drown the sailors, ida isn’t afraid to take-down anyone she feels deserves it. Whether it is valid or not. she doesn’t care who it is, and sometimes she does it just for fun. breaking the hearts of boys and girls, dragging people's names through the mud, spreading a rumor to take them down completely. whatever it takes, she’ll do it. for her safety, for her entertainment, it doesn’t matter much to her. but even now, four years later at ogden, people haven’t seemed to really pick up on it. let’s face it, she won’t hesitate to push you in front of a bus, and will quite successfully convince you it had been an accident and she had been trying to save you from the bus.

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has a small shitty stick-and-poke tattoo of a cowboy hat just above her left elbow 

has a small altar in her room decorated with random items that don’t make much sense to the outsider: a deer antler, a picture of a boy (bobby), a jar of ash, a few random stones, a small jar of honey, a jack daniels shooter

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE ROUGE PRINCESS get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out.

— she walks through the world as;

name → claudette tremblay née delacour pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1954 - september 1955 face claim → vanessa kirby blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → bisexual occupation → private investigator at a brief case in carkitt market future information → n/a

— she is best described as ;

As POISED as a ballerina on point, she is the DASHED FREEDOM of a pegasus, who longs for LIBERTY but who is doomed to fail with clipped wings. HEADSTRONG, while she dons champagne crystals and delicate heels, her lack of materialistic desires leaves her as RADIANT as the SUN chasing the night. Grounded in reality, while their WIT is captivating, they are as BEAUTIFUL as the gartered KNIFE at their thigh; silent in DISCIPLINED DEFIANCE.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

Born amongst purist rhetoric with her three siblings, LYNETTE DELACOUR [sister], DOMINIQUE DELACOUR [brother] and AIMEE DELACOUR [sister], they lavished in the allure of the French aristocracy as idealistic as a fairytale; but for her it was a mere inconvenience. Tedious were the restrictions that came with being a family deemed royalty, which she had no mind of following. Abandoning etiquette lessons in favor of exploration with partner in crime GABRIEL DUMONT [best friend]; despite her mother’s efforts, her heart was boisterous with a lust of life that was difficult to quench. Hiding among muggles, Claude found herself encapsulated by them. Riveting conversations with a sense of normality filled the simplicity she craved that was lacking in their manor. After her uncle disgraced the family and ran off with his harlot; her father stepped up as the sole male heir. The line passed to a man who never wanted to be seen high, though his love for his family outweighed any of his desires. Out of any, Claudette was most like her father. The last thing she wished, was to disappoint her family like her uncle had. While she longed for normality; she knew it was merely a fantasy. Instead she bit her tongue, stood straighter and smiled, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t throw in a quick witted remark to put even the most pompous of noble sorcerers in their place. 

With Beauxbatons, came escapism, freedom and life. Corralled by RAPHAEL FRANCOIS [close friend] and Gabriel, they dueled until sunset and acted as each other’s wingmen. While many of the girls spent their days gushing over romance, beauty potions and braided hair like her sister Lynette, Claude saw no interest; instead she sought liberty and her own voice. Bolstering the determination to stand up for others against the likes of ALEXANDRA ROSIER [rival] and her entourage, Claude made friends in unexpected places; particularly in Muggle-Born JACQUELINE LEJEUNE [best friend]. While her oldest sister sought to be friends with the ‘right people’, Claude made genuine friendships to last a lifetime. Possessing a politically inclined mind, summers brought time with her father at learning the intricacy of his work at the ministry. Leading to her quick decision to study to become an Auror much to her mother’s dismay. She excelled in her studies, although she was often in trouble for her quick wit and prejudiced demeanor; she was an excellent student. Acquiring a job as an Auror within the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France after graduation; she’d found a profession she loved and a witch in whom to hold her affection. 

EVANGELINE SELWYN [former partner/potential love interest], was someone that Claudette never expected. A summer whirlwind romance the pair quickly fell deeply for one another. Encapsulated in each other’s arms, the problems of the world seemed to evaporate at the simple brush of a hand. Despite having to hide their relationship from Claudette’s family, the pair were passionately connected. Summer turned to years. Having met at twenty two, after four years together it felt as though nothing could pull them apart. Unfortunately fate had other plans with Claudette’s mother orchestrating an arranged marriage to pure-blood ALEXANDER TREMBLAY [husband/potential love interest]. Outraged, having sacrificed her freedom for so many years, her heart was non-negotiable. Desiring to love freely, she refused. Unbeknownst to anyone, she was planning to propose to Evageline. Visiting home one last time to share news with her siblings, her plans of a quick escape were rifled. With her mother discovering her intentions, she trapped her in her room; adamant that she couldn’t stand idle and let her ruin the family for a ‘wishful fantasy’. Charmed locks, no wand and no means of escape. Despite efforts to contact Eva, it was too late. With word from Gabriel that she’d left back to England heartbroken thinking Claudette had changed her mind.

With the love of her life gone, Claudette caved. Accepting Xander’s hand, having spent little time with her ‘beloved’, a day that many dreamed of was one she was dreading. Holding him guilty for her unhappiness she became cold and aloof. Transferring across seas with rumors of war encapsulating London, she disguised the move as playing ‘happy fiance’. Knowing her heart was really set on protecting one particular witch no matter the cost. While she had prepared herself for chaos, it was unlike anything she’d experienced. With the murder of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] and the rise in creature attacks, The Ministry was scrabbling to hold onto control in a society struck with chaos. Investigations only led to empty leads and convenient evidence that the Ministry blindly agreed to to fit their own narrative. Political warfare on the wise, any claims against what those in power wished were dismissed. However their silence shattered with the solstice of summer 1983 tearing the community to shreds. Fighting against masked figures who claimed to be ‘Death Eaters’, the witch had been helping civilians to safety one moment before a blow to the head turned everything black. Awaking only to be found in handcuffs for the murder of AMELIA BONES [close friend/former romantic liaison].

Detained and awaiting trial for a crime she didn’t commit, with the invasion of her mind it was proved Claudette’s innocence and that the guilty was under the influence of Polyjuice potion. Despite The Ministry’s statement, the hate spiraled towards her was maddening. Returning from Italy, Alexander became her saving grace. Averting the tabloids eager for a statement from the ‘killer’, his valiant protection eased her. For the first time she saw him as a person and not a pawn in her parents' schemes. Hidden in the Tremblay house, the witch was confined for her own safety. Leaving only under the disguise of beauty potions at the cusp of night. With the world unstable, her constant became Xander. His support, especially after being fired for ‘appearance sake’, kept her steady. While proud, it was against her better judgment that she let herself fall. And just like he had her, when MASON TREMBLAY [rival/brother in law] was found guilty for Amelia’s murder it was Claude that held him strong. Xander believed in their union, promising that in time their love would grow. Hopeful, they married privately as a commitment to each other outside of their families. Despite reservations, she didn’t feel obligated to his hand like she’d once did. She’d chosen him. Not out of sacrifice to her heart, but because of it. 

Going out on her own to investigate cases piling desks high, while ANNABETH PEBWORTH [former colleaguer/friend] warned her against it with the danger rising, it isn’t in her nature to stay on the side lines. That was until PRUDENCE OWENS [friend/colleague] approached with a card and an offer of a new place of residence. A Brief Case was filled with ex-aurors and those thrown out by the system were a breath of fresh air. Their bite for the truth filled Claudette with pride as they helped those the ministry ignored. While her work has her reluctantly investigating PERSEPHONE WILKES’ [acquaintance] distrusting claims against GENEVIEVE AVERY-WILKES [person of interest] she can’t help but be more captivated by her own personal investigations. Gathering memories of civilians from the night of the solstice, Claudette is trying to identify suspected Death Eaters; and who framed her. Those eager to forget give theirs gladly, but with the rising turbulence honesty is something lacking. Attempting to gain the trust of socialites LUCRETIA FAWLEY [person of interest] and VERUCCA BUCKTHORN-SNYDE [person of interest], Claude hopes their memories could be the missing piece she needs. However with their alliances unknown, can she afford to put herself on the line if it leads to more false trails?

— she is a LEVEL 8 WITCH & readied for war ;

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