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I'm Here on Business

Wayne is a regular at the bookstore Steve works at and badgers Steve into going on a blind date with his kid.

For @extocancer Happy New Years!!! I hope you enjoy your presents ◡̈

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It's a quiet night in the little bookstore on the corner of Brinks and Williams. Steve is sitting behind the check-out counter flicking the leaf of a potted pothos placed next to the register. Soft music plays from the radio behind him.

Steve likes taking the evening shifts at the shop just to see the place warmly lit up by all of the eclectic and ornate lamps that Amber, the owner, has collected. The store doesn't give him migraines from obnoxious fluorescent light, which has been an issue at previous jobs.

Ever since Robin moved out of their apartment for Grad school, it's been upsetting to be at home alone at night. Without her company, the couch feels longer. And without her unhinged apartment decor, the walls feel taller and colder. Consequently, Steve has taken on more work hours instead of being home.

Plus, he has kind of fallen in love with reading. It came as a shock to him that he could enjoy it as much as he does. It started when his all-female team of coworkers began ranting to each other about these romance novels they were all into. He felt a little left out and decided to give one of them a try. It turns out that reading was actually a really great coping mechanism for dealing with his temporary loss of Robin.

The nicest, and most surprising thing to come out of this job though, is probably Wayne. A one-time customer turned regular, turned tentative friend for Steve. He's got a caring, parental energy that Steve's own parents never had.

The guy looks like he'd have a gruff or standoffish personality. His face naturally rests in a frown and he's got receding grey hair. He wears a flannel every day without fail; he's got a million different colors of them and Steve has even made a game of predicting which one he'll be wearing when he comes in.

"Did ya guess right today, boy?" Wayne will ask.

"No," Steve often admits glumly. "The universe told me you'd be wearing your green and blue one."

So anyway, Wayne comes around a lot to make small talk. He often mentions how he misses his son, Eddie. He's so stiff with personal information about his kid, but one time he let it slip that Eddie was on tour with his band. Steve had a field day afterward colluding with Google to find out exactly who Wayne's son was.

Eddie Munson, lead singer and guitarist of rock group Corroded Coffin.

Steve hadn't heard of ‘em but they certainly have a following. He listened to some of their stuff, to give himself some context for the next time Wayne brought up Eddie's music. It was nice enough, the guy has a good voice.

Steve's been waiting for Wayne to come in tonight. He's later than usual and it would be ridiculous for Steve to worry about a man who probably just thinks of Steve as that one kid who works at the bookstore. He may not come in at all tonight, and that would be fine too. Steve's still holding out on him pulling up in his... yellow flannel.

Steve's about to cave and start the next book in the current series he's reading when the door jingles. Wayne pushes inside in his mother fucking yellow flannel.

"Yellow Flannel!" Steve exclaims. Wayne chuckles and drops a book on the counter followed by a receipt.

"You got me right today?" Wayne asks fondly.

"Yup. It's been a while. I was aching for a win." Steve starts returning Wayne's book for him without giving him slack this time. Wayne treats the store like a library and Steve doesn't have the heart to tell him it's not allowed.

"Was this book any good?" Steve throws Wayne's receipt back at him and starts moving around the counter to put it back on the shelf for some other historical fiction lover to purchase.

"It was just alright." Wayne follows behind him languidly, eyeing the rows of colorful book spines for something that catches his eye. "But actually I'm here on business tonight."

Steve leans on the shelf and waits impatiently for Wayne to tell him what sort of business he's on.

"I think you ought to go on a date with Eddie. I think you two'd compliment each other."

Well, that's... not what Steve was expecting to hear.

"That's business to you? You came here to set me up on a blind date with your famous kid? I think he's gonna be a tad underwhelmed by a bookstore employee, Wayne." Steve's not gonna lie, he's a little intrigued by the prospect of dating a musician. He read a romance novel about one, not that long ago. Concerts, greenroom intimacy, targeted lyrics: Steve could be into it, in theory.

And ultimately, Steve did see photos of Eddie on Google and he's attractive. He looks good holding a guitar.

"He's gonna be home for a while so I figured now's a good time. Just go on one date. He's a big softie, you'll like him." Wayne pulls a book off the shelf and squints to try and read the title. He holds it further from his eyes before giving up and pushing it back into its slot.

"What happens if he doesn't like me? Will you still come around?" Steve runs a nervous hand through his hair. It wouldn't be the end of the world if Wayne stopped showing up, but it would probably hurt a little. It might fan the flame of his fear of abandonment.

"Of course, unless you break his heart. I know where you work, young man." Wayne pats his shoulder good-naturedly.

"Okay old man, you need my number to hand off?"

***

A day later, when Steve feels his phone buzz against his thigh, his instincts already know who it is. His heart gives that anticipatory squeeze he often gets before a first date with someone he finds attractive.

The text reads:

Hi Steve, this is eddie. Wayne swears we're soulmates. Wanna get dinner on friday?

It's a funny text to receive out of nowhere. Steve doubts Wayne actually used that word, but he imagines that Eddie is probably getting more of an earful than Steve got about this whole blind date. He also wonders what kind of person calls their dad by their first name.

Hi Eddie. I'd love to get dinner on Fri and discuss our soulmate status. I'm pretty sure he expects us to be married by the end of the night. Should I bring my tux? Also do you have a time and place in mind?

The master of puppets (Wayne) suggested we go to Maggiano's, are you okay with Italian? 8 maybe??? Tux optional but I think I will not be wearing one.

Haha. That sounds good Eddie, it's nice to hear from you. I'll see you soon.

***

Steve has to ask Amber to change his shift for Friday to work in the morning instead of the evening.

"Steve has somewhere other than work to be on a Friday night? Unheard of!" She slaps her palms down on the book display she was laying out.

"I know. I'm surprised too." Steve fiddles with his lanyard and gives her a 'please say yes' smile. She sighs.

"Yeah, I'll cover you. You can take my morning slot."

"Thank you! I owe you, boss."

***

When Friday arrives, Steve has the nervous jitters. It's been about a year since his last date, it didn't go very well. He's flattered that Wayne thinks highly enough of him to set him up with his kid.

Steve picks up a few small gifts for Eddie on his way home from work. He always brings his first dates a little something. He likes to see the way their faces light up. He thinks maybe he should get Eddie something music-related. So he walks into a little music store he's never been in and asks for small gift ideas for guitarists. He walks out wearing a smile, and hoping Eddie digs what he bought him.

And he's all smiles and confidence until he pulls up to the restaurant at eight and realizes he didn't send a confirmation text this morning. That's like, a rule, right? What if Eddie doesn't show up?

Steve steps out of the car and is equally anxious and relieved to find him leaning artfully against the restaurant near the front door with his hands in his pockets.

His curls are haloed by the warm light spilling out of the restaurant window. He's wearing a dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos on his forearms. And yeah, okay, he's hot.

The fact that Steve's going on a date with someone sort of famous hasn't fully sunk in. He's not sure he needs the added nerves though. He approaches as casually as possible and smiles when Eddie looks over.

The man does a double-take when he sees Steve. His eyebrows shoot up and he pushes off against the wall to stand straighter.

"Hi, Eddie?" Steve steps up onto the curb with a little wave. Eddie gives him a thorough once over.

"Oh, damn. Hi." He pulls a hand out of his pocket to shake Steve's.

Eddie is pretty up close. He's got long eyelashes and a bridge of little freckles across his nose. Steve notices all the little details that the on-stage photos didn't capture. He wonders if Wayne described what he looked like to Eddie who was at an informational disadvantage.

"I don't know what I was expecting you to look like, but my uncle didn't mention you were model pretty." Eddie tucks one of his big curls behind his ear and then steps forward to open the door. Steve's face gets warm at being called "model pretty", but he's terrible at taking compliments. He tries to redirect the conversation.

"Your uncle?" Steve asks.

"Wayne? My uncle?" Eddie motions towards the open door and follows after Steve once he's inside.

"Oh. You know he tells people that you're his son?"

Eddie's face softens and he scratches at his cheek. "Oh. Yeah well, I basically am. Maybe I should start calling him dad, I don't know."

"We don't take walk-ins." The hostess of the restaurant announces, breaking up their small talk. Steve looks over to see a tall woman with a slicked-back ponytail mad-dogging them. She has a cold demeanor, she kills the mood with one look between them. Steve knows the look, he's sure Eddie does too.

"Good to know! I have a reservation, though." Eddie responds.

"What's the name?" The woman pulls her iPad closer to herself like a shield.

"Munson." Eddie glances at Steve nervously.

"Hm. I don't see it." She pretends, tapping around meaninglessly. Eddie is getting agitated and maybe embarrassed too. He's scratching at his arm, unsure of how to proceed. First dates are already so awkward, especially blind ones. And if there's one thing about Steve, it's that he's gonna try to lighten the mood.

"Don't you know who he is?" Steve asks offendedly. Eddie whips around to look at Steve with wide, panic-filled eyes. The hostess raises an eyebrow and looks more closely at Eddie. It makes Steve chuckle. "I'm just kidding, let's go get burgers or something." He grabs Eddie's hand and pulls him back out the door.

"Holy shit, you scared me. I didn't know you knew who I was." Eddie has a hand on his chest and a wild grin. "She definitely didn't."

"I was just messing around. She did not want to seat our gay date." Steve sticks his hands in his pockets and then remembers Eddie's gift. "Oh but hey! I got you something."

Steve pulls out a nice bar of chocolate and a little tin of black pearly guitar picks. He offers them to Eddie with an open palm.

"Oh, what? You didn't have to do that." Eddie grabs them eagerly and slides open the tin. "This is so nice! How'd you know I've been needing picks? Now I feel doubly bad about dinner falling through."

"Hey, if I'm honest, sit-down dinner dates kind of give me anxiety. Too much pressure to keep the conversation going." Steve pulls out his keys, "You like burgers?"

Eddie huffs dramatically. "My palette is far too sophisticated for greasy burgers, Steve. I'm a chicken nugget man, obviously."

"That makes sense. You look like one." Steve teases. Eddie pouts.

"I'm taking that as a compliment."

"If you want nuggets we can just walk down the street. Unless you want me to drive?" Steve points in the direction of the row of fast-food restaurants.

"Yeah, let's walk."

Steve slowly turns and starts walking, glancing invitingly over his shoulder.

"So you know me." Eddie rattles the tin of guitar picks and looks a little worried by the prospect that Steve is some sort of fan.

"Only through your uncle, really. And maybe a short Google search. Sue me." Steve holds up his hands guiltily.

"Oh yeah, Wayne's my marketing manager. I send him out to spread the good word."

"Well I don't know who you've been instructing him to market to, but he's spending all his time in my store making me read book summaries to him because he conveniently forgets his glasses every time he comes in." Steve deadpans. Eddie chuckles and shakes his head knowingly.

"Yeah, It's this new long-con form of marketing. We decided to go all in for just one new fan." Eddie's got these sweet little dimples on either cheek when he smiles.

"Kinda worked, I dunno. I'm charmed by the Munsons." Steve and Eddie are veering towards each other as they walk. They're set to collide like two little asteroids. When they do end up bumping shoulders, it's soft. They stay close after that.

Steve hears a truly horrible sound coming from a bar a few meters ahead of them.

"Oh shit! Karaoke bar!" Eddie exclaims and speeds over. Eddie stands in front of the fenced-off patio and looks in while someone butchers Guns N' Roses. He looks absolutely delighted.

"What, you want to go show off in front of these poor, tone-deaf drunkards?" Steve rests his arms on the little fence and leans forward. Eddie vehemently disagrees.

"God no, I just like hearing all the very talented Midwestern voices." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows to express his sarcasm. "In other words, I enjoy making fun of bad music. I'm only human."

They sit there and give each other pained looks at the bad voices for a few minutes until someone starts trying to drunkenly stumble over the verse to a Nicki Minaj song and then Eddie drags Steve away in anguish.

"Can't take it anymore, Steve. Spare me."

***

The two of them have a good rapport, Steve thinks as they sit on a curb and share a big box of chicken nuggets. Maybe Wayne was right. It's playful. He can see how Eddie and Wayne share a handful of mannerisms and a sense of humor.

"Let's intertwine our arms like newlyweds do when they drink champagne," Steve says with a ketchup-covered chicken nugget in his hand. He wraps an arm around Eddie's and then takes a bite. Eddie follows his lead and giggles.

"I didn't know they did that. I've never been to a wedding." Eddie swallows and reaches for his soda.

"What? Never?"

Eddie shakes his head and looks up at the night sky. It's too cloudy to see any stars, unfortunately.

"My tux is in the car, by the way, should things pan out tonight." Steve jokes.

"I think they're panning." Eddie winks and leans in slightly.

"Oh yeah? Have I lived up to Wayne's description of me?" Steve bats his eyelashes and gives Eddie a sweet little smile.

"You've exceeded it, sweetheart." Eddie picks up Steve's hand and presses a chaste kiss to the inside of his wrist. Steve's heart jumps. When Eddie pulls back, he doesn't pull back far.

"Do you ever kiss on a first date?" Eddie whispers and squeezes Steve's hand. He glances at Steve's lips.

"Mmm, I could be persuaded." Steve feels a heady rush at the fact that he has somehow won the interest of a successful musician who probably meets loads of people every day. Steve reaches forward and tugs at one of Eddie's loose curls. He twists it around his finger and looks up with big doe eyes.

The tension is cut from Eddie's body when Steve looks at him like that. The move has a pretty good success rate at this point. And it doesn't fail him tonight. Eddie rests a hand on the base of Steve's neck. He strokes his thumb back and forth against the hollow of Steve's collarbone and leans in slowly.

Eddie's warm lips press against his own gently, experimentally. Their lips make a sweet sound when the suction is broken and Eddie's immediately reseal against Steve like he's irresistible. It's been forever since Steve kissed anyone, especially anyone worth kissing. He forgot how sweet and floaty it feels.

The hand on Steve's collar slides up so it's lightly holding his neck, it feels quietly possessive. It makes Steve's face heat up. Eddie's free arm wraps around Steve's waist pulling him closer. He lets himself be pulled.

Eddie starts getting more confident and hums softly when Steve weaves a hand into his long hair.

Steve could keep this up for hours, he wants to. But as dark as it is, he doesn't love the idea of continuing this so out in the open. He pulls back with regret.

"Damn, how are you not already taken?" Eddie wipes at Steve's shiny lips with his thumb.

"How are you not already taken? You're the accomplished one." Steve counters, squeezing one of Eddie's knees.

Eddie gathers their trash around them and stuffs it into the paper bag. "Well, I'll be home for a while if you'd want to do this again sometime. I can take you to a nice restaurant next time, I promise." He stands to throw away the trash. "Damn, I don't want the night to be over..."

"It doesn't have to be, you're welcome at mine." Steve leans back on one of his hands and bats his eyelashes up at Eddie.

"My New Year's resolution was to not do first date hookups, though."

"We don't have to, just come hang out." Steve holds an arm out to be pulled up to his feet from where he’s still sitting on the curb.

"Oh, yeah okay. You want me to?" Eddie pulls him to his feet with more force than necessary. It sends them both stumbling and giggling.

"Obviously I want you to."

***

The walk back to the restaurant is much faster than it was at the start of the night. They regretfully have to split at the parking lot, each having their own ride.

"Wait, call me so we can still talk on the way there." Eddie requests before jogging off to Wayne's truck. There really isn't much need to talk on the phone since Steve lives so close, but it's kind of cute that he wants to. Steve hits the call button on Eddie's contact.

"Hello, to whom am I speaking?" Eddie asks in a formal, over-the-top voice.

"This is Steve Harrington. I'm contacting you regarding your car's extended warranty." Steve backs out of his spot and waits for Eddie to do the same before driving out of the parking lot.

"Oh wow, what a coincidence. I was just wondering if my car had an extended warranty." Eddie always plays along, he digs into all of Steve's jokes and finds his own spot to grow there.

Steve drives slower than he normally would so that he doesn't get separated from his date. Eddie doesn't appreciate the sentiment.

"You drive like a grandpa. Has anyone ever told you that?" Eddie laughs and honks his horn. Steve hears it both over the phone and from his window.

"I'm only driving slow so we don't get separated, asshole."

"There's barely anyone on the road tonight to separate us, but it's fine, Steve. I value your safety. Drive at your comfortable geriatric pace."

When they pull up to a red light, Eddie instructs Steve to roll down his window so they can stick their hands out and play Rock Paper Scissors. Steve is so distracted watching Eddie's hand through his side mirror that he misses when the light turns.

"It's green, honey," Eddie alerts him softly through the phone, and Steve apologizes.

He's smiling real big the whole way there and when Steve eventually gets out of the car, Eddie comes up and grabs him from behind.

Eddie plants a few eager kisses on the side of Steve's neck. "You're fun, Steve."

"I'll show you real fun some other time." He jokes and pulls Eddie towards his place.

As soon as Steve opens the door to his apartment, he feels self-conscious about how dull it looks inside. Eddie looks around quietly. His eye catches on a picture of Steve and Robin.

"That's my best friend, Robin." Steve clarifies, just in case Eddie reads it wrong like dates have in the past.

Eddie smiles and pulls Steve back against his chest. "She looks nice."

"Looks can be deceiving." Steve laments which has Eddie chuckling into his shoulder. Eddie rubs at Steve's tummy.

What Steve really wants, what he's been desperate for, for months and months is human touch. He just wants to cuddle so badly. And Eddie doesn't seem the type to cuddle, but looks can be deceiving, so Steve's gonna ask anyway.

"Wanna cuddle and watch trash reality TV?" Steve's shoulders rise to his ears, it's a defensive gesture and he's expecting to be rejected. Eddie looks slightly amused by his offer, but he nods.

***

"So you liked him alright?" Wayne asks smugly patting the counter. Steve nervously watches the back of the store where Amber is reorganizing. Steve shouldn't be having a conversation like this at work while she's around.

"Yes, Wayne." Steve rolls his eyes. "Your nephew is lovely."

"I told him he should come here with me next time. Maybe we'll both visit ya." Wayne looks happy. The corners of his default frown have been pulled upwards by the return of his nephew. He's a good man. Steve thinks if his kid was only home a few weeks he'd want to hoard all of his attention, surely not set him up on dates.

And that's the thing about Wayne, it seems like he puts the people he cares about first. Steve wonders if Wayne is all that lonely when Eddie's gone, or if he just comes into the store so often because he knows Steve is.

"I'd love that." Steve hopes things work out with the Munsons.

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liketolovexx · 1 month

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heyyy, can i request good old enemies to lovers with so much angst but ends with fluff with sirius??? maybe they used to be friends before and Sirius just suddenly turned cold? and the reader was giving the same energy and all they do is bicker and one time the reader just burst out about how siri is being a prick and then it ends with confession?? it's very long 😭😭im sorry

Hey guys!!! Sorry I’m going through requests VERRRRY slowly atm but please feel free to leave requests in my inbox for me to get round to <3 love u all so much

Also, I included reader seeing Regulus as a little brother figure and looking after him, because I can’t not :-( sorry if it puts u off the fic!!

(CW: LOTS of angst, child abuse from walburga, sad Sirius, sad Regulus, Sirius being cold and cruel to cope with loss, basically the reader being the black brother’s best friend, ends with fluff<3)

“I used to love you.” ~S.O.B

{you were from a pure blood family, best friends with Sirius Black. You comforted him through his mother’s cruelty, and fell in love along the way. Until Sirius ran away, leaving you to protect his little brother from harm out of the love you still held. Now, when you see him in school, you give him a reciprocated glare. But why does he hate you?}

“Sirius, come here!” Came the harsh, threatening voice of Walburga Black, she sounded angry, really angry, and you watched Sirius tense, looking up from the book you were reading together. His eyes were wide, face whiter than usual, holding much more terror than a little boy should ever have to endure. You put a hand on his shoulder, warming him in this cold house. “Hey, it’s fine. Whatever happens, you can come back up to me after. I’ll take care of you.” You told him. You may have been only children at the time, but the way Sirius nodded and his silver eyes softened and glittered with tears, you knew you had a certain way with him.

Alone in Sirius’s room, you played with your hands, shoulders stiff as you listened to the mother scream ruthlessly at her son, trying not to picture the broken, guilty, vacant expression you knew would be adorning Sirius’s tear-stained face. You couldn’t hear Sirius’s responses to Walburga’s yelling, you knew he froze up when he was scared, so he’d be mumbling in response. “I DONT CARE IF YOUR FRIEND IS UPSTAIRS. YOU ARE A DISGRACE ALREADY!” She yelled. You had to cover your ears when gut-wrenching cries and wails started to echo up the stairs. Walburga was using the crucio curse on her son. Again.

~~~

Soon, the screams ceased and Sirius rushed up the stairs and into his room where you still sat. He slammed the door desperately, and crumbled to the floor beneath it, shaking like a leaf and loud sobs starting to make his small back heave. You leaped off of his bed and knelt beside him. Hesitantly, you reached out to touch his back, but he flinched away from you with a sharp, choked gasp. That was when the first crack painfully sliced its way through your heart. To see your best friend weak and bawling on the floor of his bedroom, scared of even you, was an agonising feeling. Eventually, Sirius realised you wouldn’t hurt him, and wiggled into your lap, crying quieter now. His head found its way into your neck as he cried, and you could feel his wet tears snaking down your skin.

“Sirius, I’m here.” You whispered into his disheveled black curls. At that, you felt his body weaken in your lap. Before you knew it, he was asleep ontop of you, your arms wrapped around him. He stirred, turning slightly, slipping down your body so his head lay comfortably on your chest, and your face scrunched in both pity and guilt. A puddle of thick crimson blood stuck his hair to his pale forehead. You hated yourself for not being able to stop his mother from hurting him. Watching his body rise and fall with each peaceful breath he took as he slept, you spat on your sleeve and wiped the blood away, earning a harsh twitch and broken whimper from the raven-haired boy. He deserved nothing but peace.

With Sirius draped over your body like a snow-white blanket, hair splayed over you like he’d claimed you as his own bed, the door creaked open. You tensed, holding Sirius tighter, ready to give anything to protect him if Walburga showed in the door, but instead, a small frame appeared. Regulus. “Oh, Regulus.. did the shouting scare you?” You ask softly. The boy nods. He’s the spitting image of his big brother. “Is Siri okay?” He murmurs, rubbing his eye. You nod. “C’mere.”

Regulus tucks himself into the crook of your arm, head laying on the flesh of your shoulder. With big eyes mirroring Sirius’s, he peers up at his brother. “Heard mama shouting at him. He breaked something, I think.” Regulus explains shyly. “Mh. Your mother isn’t kind to Sirius. She isn’t kind to you either.” You say, more to yourself than him. He still nods in agreement. You stroke Sirius’s hair as he shifts in his sleep. “I’ll get you both out one day. And… and me and Sirius can get married. And you can be the best man-“ you describe your fantasy to the small boy, who has a wonderful smile creasing his little face, eagerly listening to each and every detail of the life he hoped to one day live.

~~~

You were now both in hogwarts. Over the years, Sirius had become rebellious, learning to fight back to his mother, but this always resulted in the crucio curse, which resulted in him collapsing in your arms. You were, admittedly, all he had. You and his little brother, who he’d noticed following the path of his parents. He hated the fact that regulus was so obedient to their inane beliefs. He hated it. It was only you who could calm his rushing mind.

It took only one night for everything to change. You weren’t over at his house, so he was alone, and he had a particularly bad row with his mother. After using the crucio curse on the boy until his thin limbs were tangled and trembling on the ground, his jet black curls tangled and his bitten-raw lip quaking like a child’s. While he was in this state, his mother mocked him. All he wanted was to be in the safety of your arms right now. He knew that although you came from a pure-blood family, you were not evil. You were good. You were like him, but braver. Kinder.

That night, Sirius knew he couldn’t live in this house anymore. He packed a bag full of clothes, essentials, and was unable to resist taking Regulus’s old teddy bear, an old shirt of yours and a necklace that was matching with you. He tied up his dark hair and slipped on his leather jacket. He’d grown out his hair because his parents didn’t approve of it: he wore the jacket simply because his parents didn’t like the 70s-rocker look. He’d do anything to escape those sleek black suits, hair styled tidily, silver and jewels everywhere he looked. In this house, he was nothing but a decoration, so he vowed to make his appearance undesirable to his parents. But, you always thought it suited him. While he crept silently down the corridor, boots hardly making a sound on the fancy patterned carpet, he heard a creak. His heart stopped. Fuck, he thought. Its mum. I’m never getting out. Oh, god, I’m never getting out.

“Siri?”

A small voice asked. It was Regulus. Sirius spun around where he stood to see an unruly mop of black curls matching his, framing a pale, soft face that didn’t at all suit the bitter yet elegant brutality of his family. “Reg.” was all Sirius could squeak.

“…you’re leaving aren’t you?”

“…yeah.”

“Oh.”

Regulus looked at his feet. He looked back up at his older brother.

“I’ll be by myself, Sirius.”

Sirius’s jaw clenched. He fought back the tears.

“I’m sorry, Reggie. I love you.”

Regulus’s daintily perfect face crumpled. “You can’t go, Siri, I don’t-.” He swallowed. “I don’t want to be alone. Not with them.” Sirius opened his arms. His little brother crashed into them like he’d disappear if he wasn’t fast. “I’m sorry, reg. I love you, but I can’t stay.” He murmured. Regulus was now sobbing into his shoulder. Sirius felt like the worst person on earth. He needed to get to James’s house before his mother woke up. “Regulus, I have to go.” He told him, petting the back of his head. Regulus suddenly pushed his brother back. Sirius recognised this; the anger that reg was displaying. When he was the same age, when he felt vulnerable, he disguised it with anger. He still did. “F-fine. Go. I don’t need you.” Regulus spat, his glistening silver eyes betraying him. “You’re… you’re really… really mean, Sirius, you know that?” He tried to hiss, but it turned out as a cracked whimper. Sirius felt his heart shatter in his chest. Stinging tears dripped down his cheeks.

“I love you, Regulus.”

“…”

Regulus walked to his room.

~~~

Sixth year.

Sirius had decided that he couldn’t hurt you anymore. With him leaving home, being a blood traitor, he knew he’d only cause you trouble. He couldn’t bare the thought of it. Little did he know he’d be doing just that.

When break had ended, you’d gone to greet your best friend. “Sirius! I’m sorry I didn’t see you much over the holiday, god, how’s regulus? Are you-“ your shoulders clashed together as he continued walking. much to your confusion, he walked straight past you with the icy glare of his father. “…Sirius?” You tried again, catching up with him and grabbing onto his shoulder. The physical contact from the person he loved most hurt like the touch of searing iron, and he flinched away. “Fuck off! Can’t you just.. just fucking go away?” He growled. His silver eyes were a stormy grey, he hated himself more as he watched your face fall. “What..?” You breathed, looking so heartbroken. He hated himself for making you hurt as well as his little brother.

He hated himself, he hated himself, he hated himself.

Trying to soothe the ache in his chest, he rushed past you. He left you standing in the ruins of what he had torn down.

From then on, everything changed.

~~~

Sirius Black was not your best friend anymore. He was cold and unresponsive, shooting you murderous glares whenever you saw him. He’d make offensive comments at you when he came close enough to communicate with you, and it confused you immensely. What happened to the boy who came to you for comfort? Who cried in your arms and begged you to keep him safe and warm? What happened to your boy? Your best friend? Only god knows.

You didn’t even know Sirius had run away until your parents informed you that you couldn’t go around to the Black’s house anymore. This had sparked a heated argument. “What? He ran away? He didn’t tell me!” You’d exclaimed. “Yes. To the Potter’s house, we hear. Walburga has burned his picture off of the tapestry, and-“

“Wait, what? I can’t go round anymore? What about Regulus?”

“No. Walburga doesn’t allow guests to see her children anymore.”

“What? No, no, no, I need to see Reg. come on, Dad, he needs me!”

Long story short, your argument was to no avail. You couldn’t see Regulus. You couldn’t protect him from his parent’s wrath like you had his brother. Alike Sirius, you spent some of your nights lying awake thinking about Regulus, alone and cold in that hellish house, and most of your night thinking about Sirius, and what you did to make him despise you so.

Soon enough, You and Regulus had fixed your relationship, and many nights you’d find yourself singing the youngest Black brother to sleep. You could comfort him from within the walls of hogwarts where his mother couldn’t hurt him. Even when Sirius hated you, you cared for his brother like he was your own.

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At first, you’d tried to coax Sirius into talking to you. You’d stood with tight lips while he insulted you, and listened to his hateful, meaningless rants. You noticed how his friends, James, Peter and Remus, stopped egging him on when it came to you, and started nudging him or trying to distract him, as if he’d say something he’d regret. But you’d come to think that Sirius black was remorseless.

You weren’t sure why he’d switched up on you, become so mean. You did, however, decide that you would be just as harsh right back to him. You knew you could never bring yourself to hate him. He owned your heart, whether you liked it or not. You learned to hate that you couldn’t help that.

It had soon been a year. One torturous year of finding your spells book torn to shreds, looking at dark eyes that you once knew so well only to see an unrecognisable boy. The smirk that once brought warmth to your chest now opened a bottomless pit in your stomach. With each day, you ached more and more. So did he. Sirius loathed himself indescribably. He knew that if he told you, even after the torture he’d subjected you to, you’d kiss his forehead like old times and tell him it was okay. Tell him that he was good, and he’d never be like his parents, and that you were there for him. You were an amazing person, and he was horrible. But he couldn’t drop his facade now.

You were just trying to study when a voice you’d come to find agitating and grating permeated the silence of the library. “Ooh, little blood supremacist… what you studying? Dare I say dark magic?” Rolling your eyes, you slammed the textbook shut. “shut up, Black. You came from quite the same roots.” “Maybe: but I was brave enough to get out. I was good enough to get out.” He retorted with a grimace. Looking up to meet his cold gaze, you noted that his creased white shirt was unbuttoned, his crimson and gold tie hanging loose over his shoulders, only curls pinned up carelessly with his wand. A dangerous hairstyle, for sure.

“Would you give it a break? I was the reason you didn’t go crazy in that house.”

“I did go crazy in that house.”

“Yeah, I can fucking tell.” You said with a scoff. He pulled away your notebook. “So, have you got the dark mark yet? Godric knows you’ll be ecstatic-“ “why are you such a dick, Sirius?!” You yell hoarsely, jumping to your feet. His eyebrows furrowed at your outburst. Slightly, his eyes softened at the sight of your glassy ones, brimming with unshed tears. He said nothing, lips parted. “You’re.. you’re a fucking prick. I never did anything to you.” Turning away to hide your face which had turned pink as it did when you were about to cry, You started upstairs to your dormitory.

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knock, knock, knock.

Someone rapped on your dorm’s door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock. Knock.

Someone was incredibly impatient. You used the palm of your hand to dry your eyes slightly and sniffled. “What? Who is it?” You croaked. A voice answered, “please can I come in?” You frowned. This time, it was a voice you knew. You recognised it, broken and weak, pained, yet honey-smooth all the same. That was your Sirius. Your heart hurt again knowing you’d never have him back, not fully. You fully believed this was another of his cruel pranks.

“Come in.” You mumbled.

As Sirius muttered your name, you felt you were transported back to your childhood. When you’d play and read together. Laugh and smile. “What do you want, Black.” When you said that, his lip twitched, face scrunching slightly. He looked as if the words physically pained him. With that expression painted on his face, he looked just like he did as a child. Except now, his hair was longer, his face more angular, more beautiful. “Don’t call me that. Please.” He begged, voice cracking with emotion. You looked up at him with a waning expression of anger. “Why not? You have been awful to me, I will call you what I choose.” You say. He whimpers pitifully.

He shuts the door behind him. You hear him mumble something. “What did you say, Black?”

“I’m in love with you.”

Your body is tense. Everything is silent. You have one question.

“Why were you so angry with me when you left?”

He hesitated, before answering as raw and truthful as he can. “Because I was stupid. I knew nothing but that I loved you. And I hated myself, and I couldn’t hurt you any further.”

“What? Hurt me? Hurt me how?”

“I burdened you all those years, with my weeping and pathetic pleas for comfort after my mother hurt me. When I could only feel safe shrouded in your warmth. I needed you. And I need you now. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

Nothing felt real. You reached a hand out, and Sirius lowered himself so that his cheek rested in your palm. It was cold.

“You’re cold.” You stated blankly.

“I’m fine.” He protested.

You pulled him into your bed. Seconds later, you stretched out your arms. With a sob of relief, Sirius fell into your embrace. He cried silently into your neck for a while, reminiscent of the time you helped him as a kid, except this time you were both much bigger. You pet his hair affectionately, a tear sliding from your eye. “I missed you so much. I’m so, so in love with you. You don’t even need to love me back. I just… need this.” He said, voice muffled as he presses his face into your shoulder.

“…I never stopped loving you.” You admit, pulling him in closer.

~~~

You both spoke through the night, smiling and laughing and talking, telling secrets and jokes and all of the inbetween. He was so beautiful in the dim light of the lamp in your dorm. He was so beautiful anywhere. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, sounding lovesick and dazed. You laughed softly. “You don’t even know how beautiful you are. But that doesn’t matter to me.” You kiss his forehead, before pulling back and looking deep into his eyes. “You are good.” He practically melts into you.

Sirius falls asleep safe in the crook of your arm, and you fall asleep with one arm under him and the other around his waist, with the peace of mind that you can protect him always, now. Your boy. Your Siri.

You looked down at him, running your fingers through the roots of his hair. He moans lowly in satisfaction, practically purring as he presses himself against you. “Now we can get married: with Reggie as the best man, just like we dreamed. With a pretty house and a four-poster bed.” You said, a sweet, hopeful smile gracing your lips.

“Mmmh.” Sirius groaned sleepily. “As long as we can christen that bed.” He added, eyes still closed, with that stupid Sirius Black smirk on his face. You scoff, hugging him closer, before falling asleep yourself.

~~~

(Please don’t copy or share any of my writing anywhere else!!)

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Are there any songs you would/do associate with nightcloud and/or leafpool? I feel like i never see nighcloud pmvs, leafpool gets a few but its always when shes getting dogged on by starclan or hollyleaf and never anything else like how she discovered the moonpool or any of her friendships with the other she cats in her life, her close relationship with her sister or even anything about watching her kids grow up

watch me forget every single song i've ever thought about them to uuuuuhh. i'll try and give ones that are more so what you're looking for

okay for nightcloud-

i've found nightcloud hard to find songs for because most of them rely on my hc's and aus of her :/ but here's a few

i will survive ORIGINAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! song by gloria gaynor (if any of u use this and use a shitty cover im going to be furious) is a nightcloud song to me specifically the most dramatic, flashy, and bright colored animation possible. it NEEDS to capture the energy of the song

king of carrot flowers pt 1 & 2 & 3 by neutral milk hotel with specifically the opening being about her descent into the coup, once the guitar riff hits it immediately picks up into the chaos of the coup. as the lyrics play, we see the opposite, her faith in her cause is being destroyed before her eyes as starclan fights against her. the rest of the song is how this has wracked her with guilt and has affected her relationships.

alright all of the nightcloud songs are leaving my head as we speak. im sorry

for leafpool tho-

sunny by bony m. but leafpool is the sun and all of her love interests (canon or fanon!) are designed around various planets (someone said crowfeather as pluto on the og post so that is a must)

the thunder answered back by gabby's world has a segment that feels very leafpool, i've wanted to do a pmv of it for a while but uh i dont have a decent editing software lol specifically this segment with squirrelflight singing to leafpool, we get a lot of leaf comforting squilf and that's fine but i wouldnt mind more reverse.

icicles by the scary jokes is The leafpool song to me. the first part being her as she watches crowfeather sit with his family, forgiven, content, and now deputy. as for her who is still shunned by her children, 'giving her herself up to starclan' and still a pawn despite their dsidain.....oigughghghghh

today has been okay by emiliana torrini BUT SPECIFICALLY about other characters after leafpool's death and how they cope with her loss. focus on the various characters leafpool impacted in her lifetime and the impact she still has:

#im so sorry i have songs but as soon as ppl ask me about them. they are leaving my head #they are GONE u are getting the few i had to dig thru

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Gideon The Ninth Liveread, Chapter 4

The one in which I do a lot of Aiglamene-posting!

Gideon’s moping sequence is around when it really sunk in for me that Gideon wants to join the army as an aspirational thing, not just as a path to escape; she wants to be a cog in the cemetery-industrial complex so bad, just, you know, in a different part of it. One that doesn’t include Harrowhark.

“That’s Three Jobs“ is my exact brand of humor. This book was grown in a lab for me

Feels extremely relevant that nobody has bothered to keep the elevators in working order, and apparently nobody knows how the generators keeping everyone alive work. Catastrophic loss of knowledge due to key figures dying without successors after the baby dieoff, or something that just atrophied gradually out of a cultural overfocus on piety?

And here we come across Aiglamene, grave-robbing in search of useful weapons. Nobody on this planet was ever expecting to do anything but pray and wait to die, huh.

And Harrow says it outright; she is the Ninth House. There is a pretense of a larger structure and society here, but they’re all living inside a skeleton, propelled necromantically by the whims of one traumatized teenaged girl.

Okay, so Gideon does know what fascism is, and by that name. That’s interesting. Both in a “This is clearly a far-future setting” kinda way, and in a "your main objection to this empire situation is that you’re stuck in one of the poorly funded parts of it” kinda way. Authoritarianism is bad when it lets you dunk on your rivals!

And here we have Aiglamene encouraging Gideon to take the deal. (This actually the first of the notes that I had written down from my first pass through the chapter.) Aiglamene is interesting because the scene in which she’s first introduced reads a lot like two cogs extremely far down the totem pole having a discussion that won’t really matter in the grand scheme of things; that’s how the facts are presented to us, and on a level it’s true. But then you get to this sequence, you take a mental headcount, and you realize that Aiglamene is one of the last mentally competent adult decision-makers on the entire planet, and in fact always was, and furthermore is actually aware of her status as such and is trying to do right by it. She tells Gideon to take this deal because, let’s face it, it’s your last shot; she holds Harrow’s feet to the fire in getting her to actually pledge to follow through on what she’s offering. It recontextualizes the earlier scene where she slaps Gideon when she disrespects Harrow; I initially parsed that as a brainwashed company-woman’s conditioning kicking in, violence filtered down through the hierarchy to the frontliner, but no, that’s the action of a woman who, if only through attrition, is actually one of the closest on the planet to the heart of the beast. I’m not parsing that as a dogmatic “how dare you disrespect authority” slap; I’m parsing it as a “she’s unhinged, off the rails and might be listening so don’t be stupid” slap, with the dogmatic stuff added as a fig leaf. (And I’ll also hedge my bets, foul centrist that I am, with the disclaimer that the truth is probably somewhere in between those two extremes.)

On a lighter note, we’re now at one meme I recognize; “while we were developing common sense, she studied the blade.” Right. While you were digging bare-handed all night in a drill shaft and necropuppetting your parents, your indentured servant developed a skillset with application in broader society that now makes her singularly useful to you. Lovely cope you got there

Taking note of the “Heavy Infantry Sword Training” bit; is this a setting where firearms have been obviated, Dune Style? My guess here is that Necromancy makes getting shot trivially easier to repair, meaning that only chunky-salsa tier calibers are effacious and those are in turn hard to kit infantry with; but an amputated limb is an amputated limb. War is fought as you would fight it against Necromorphs, with blade and butchery.

Interesting that hearing Aiglamene say outright, “I think we’re just waiting to die” is something that specifically makes Gideon’s heart sag; was the pretense that all of this mattered to someone, somewhere, something Gideon took heart in? Is the idea that she was stuck on this rock towards absolutely nobodies benefit somehow worse than the idea that she’s somehow being exploited? That’s interesting. Putting a little note in that one.

And we arrive at the premise; it’s a district-12 kind of deal. Insider-whos-as-much-of-an-outsider-as-you-can-be-while-still-being-an-insider is sent into an all-factions-represent gauntlet that she’s fundamentally unprepared for in comparison to her counterparts, making up the discrepancy with rebellion, grit and outside-the-box technique. Definitely going to be an interesting implementation of a YA cornerstone.

You know this was gonna be a short one. I was going to pair this up with chapter 5. Cue that gifset of Newt frantically explaining the exponential increase in the rate of Kaiju attacks

#gideon the ninth liveread #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #blastweave livereads #thoughts #meta #aiglamene #gideon nav #harrowhawk nonagesimus #the locked tomb liveread

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Moon 119-Leaf-bare

As the war with FurledClan continues, it claims its first casualty. Antlersky (77) was on a patrol and fell into a pit trap set by FurledClan warriors. It was layered with earth-blessing shaped spikes that impaled her before she had a chance to get out with her air magic. Brightfalcon (162) is shocked by the loss of her eldest daughter so soon after the loss of her son. She sits vigil that night as grief fills her heart. In the days to come, Brightfalcon barely stirs from her nest. Bushmask (129), too, is devastated by the loss of his adoptive daughter. He worked so hard to earn her affection, and he’s glad for the time they had together. He searches for cats to help but, when no one needs anything from him, he breaks down, wailing uncontrollably and cursing the world that took Antlersky instead of him. Caterpillarmallow (69) mourns the loss of her mate. She knew they might not always be together, but she didn’t expect them to be separated so soon. She visits Antlersky’s grave, bittersweetly recalling all the happy memories they shared. There is a bright spot amidst all this grief. Graysong (32) and Yellowcreek (46) have become mates! Yellowcreek can’t believe he’s so lucky as to have a cat that cares about him as much as Graysong does, and Graysong appreciates Yellowcreek’s help in coping with his brother’s loss. Now they just have to see what Airclaw (61) and Cressfreckle (35) think about polycules. . .Peakspots (88) is still recovering from his injury. But when he’s recovered, he hopes he doesn’t end up going on a patrol with Stonefreckle (102). For some reason, he’s never been very close with his older foster brother. Maybe he’s jealous that Stonefreckle got more time with Nightingaletree. Or maybe they’re just too different to get along. Speaking of cats not getting along, Gentle (106) feels like Yuccastar (98) has been relegating the powerless cats in the Clan to useless tasks. He brings this up with her, but the two of them just fight and end up resentful of each other. Meanwhile, his kits are also having some tension. Timberfleck (16) is jealous that Midgepurr (16) got to fight in a border skirmish when he didn’t. He wants to serve his Clan too! ElementClan seems to be the Clan of the wind-blessed cats, as another former loner named Amethystdapple (46) has joined the Clan with medium-strength wind powers.

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 2 years

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Entangled

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (many forms) Synopsis: An exploration of soulmates and how energies become entangled with one another, and how that entanglement binds you with him. This was written for @angelofthetrenchcoats as a part of my 1000 Follower Celebration. Tags: Soulmates, Existentialism, Fluff, Grief. Rating: General Author’s Note: This is my mind trying to cope with the idea of a lack of randomness in the universe. While choices are our own, perhaps some things are more inevitable, or integral to our beings than others? Can we be bound to another in the way it is said soulmates are? This is how I interpret this concept. If soulmates are real, I hope it is as romantically tragic as this.

The first time your energies collided you were nothing more than that: energy. Pure and raw. Stardust. The first iterations of your souls meeting one another in the vastness of the expanding emptiness of an infant universe. Perhaps that’s how souls mate? Inexorably bound to the first other matter they touch for the rest of eternity? There’s no way to truly be certain. Perhaps the concept lies in a realm beyond understanding or reason—it’s certainly beyond the scope of any single iteration of you there’s ever been to even attempt to understand—and perhaps that’s as it should be.

How many lifetimes had your soul lived residing in the body of a living thing? How many had it spent simply drifting? How many yous have there been? These are impossible questions to answer. There was only ever one thing that was certain: ‘them’. Each time you met, their essence became more familiar to you, more recognizable, you could sense it like a beacon calling out to ‘you’. But that didn’t mean you always found one another.

There was a hollowness to the lives you lived without them, and even though your vessel could never fully comprehend the immensity of what it was missing—never knew what it felt to be complete—it wasn’t sadness. Because that you didn’t know ‘them’. Those lives were tarnished, but not unhappy, not always, simply dull. But when you met? You both gleamed with the luster of your bond.

You’d lived as saplings that spouted next to one another in the depths of a dark forest, swaying together in the breeze each spring when you went to leaf. You grew together until your canopies basked in sunlight, until many colourful autumns and hot summers aged your weakening branches, and you toppled together in the winds of a violent storm.

You’d lived as lovebirds, deep in the jungles of central Africa. Chirping among the trees, flitting in the filtered sunlight that ventured down through the leaves. Nesting together, raising fledglings, and watching them grow and find loves of their own. You sat perched on the limb of an ebony tree next to one another watching the last sunset you shared before the jungle reclaimed you.

You’d lived as green sea turtles swimming the ocean’s highways of warm currents, foraging sea grass from the white sand of the ocean bottom. The sea was home to you both for decades where it marred and battered you both, your collections of scars telling the story of your lives until the weakness of age stopped the final wounds that stole them from you from healing and scaring.

You’d shared a few lifetimes with your souls harnessed in the bodies of humans. One as friends, platonic love that others didn’t seem to understand. Your closeness and candor were the envy of many. Your families were close—your children and their children—generations of love passed down by the special kind of magic that the improbability of the cosmos’ earliest self entangling once again.

The next was so tragic it left a permanent mark. You watched them suffer in that life. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t fair. It was a wicked illness that took them from you slowly and painfully. You watched them waste and dim. Watched the love in their eyes turn to grief in their final moments as they recognized the loss in your own. Some events can etch themselves so deeply on your being that the soul carries them forward into their next form. You’d gathered a few of these blemishes, these invisible tattoos over your lifetimes, each one shaping and molding the matter that made you, ‘you’. Each one tethered you more and more to ‘them’.

Now, standing in the line of this small Café in New York City—your soul residing inside the body of a young woman who’d always felt a bit out of sync, one always criticized as a ‘head in the clouds’ kind of child, never satisfied, always searching—you met ‘them’ again.

You looked up from your phone when he turned around after he’d gathered his order and your eyes met. There it was. That spark. That little electric jolt. That tug on your gut. This you didn’t know what it meant, how improbable and special it truly was, but ‘you’ did.

“Hi,” he said, smiling at you for the first time, the ‘you’ and the ‘them’ understanding the gravity of it, the weight.

“Hi,” you smiled back, your eyes shifting down to the hand on his cup and the name written under the rim: ‘Dylan’.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien concept #dylan o'brien imagine #soulmates #entangled fic #angelofthetrenchcoats #1000 follower celebration #I like the 'hi'.... 'hi'.... thing #if you've read any amount of my writing #this is a shameless pattern #;)#I hope you like this #I know it's not overly long #<3 #trashy writing

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…what is the pegasus series even about? i thought it was just horses but im starting to think differently from your posts, chief. why are there aliens and how did they get there

Excellent question, I would love to answer! It is not just about horses in the slightest, my friend. There is one (1) horse, and he isn't even the main character. The series is named after Pegasus but it goes so far beyond him dude. (slight spoilers follow)

The premise of the first book is that THE pegasus (the one horse in the series) has crashed onto the roof of Emily's house, our main character who is struggling to cope with the fairly recent death of her mother. Pegasus arrived injured, and is being chased by these creatures they need to avoid. Emily enlists the help of this guy she's never talked to before but who draws pegasus in his notebooks a lot, Joel, and together they discover that the gods are real and Olympus is in grave danger. They're being overrun by these creatures chasing Pegs and the flame of olympus (which the first book is named for) that fuels them is dying. But! Centuries ago, a piece of that flame was placed in a human girl, passed on for generations, a fail safe so that if the first was ever threatened, that girl could be retrieved and called upon to relight it and save Olympus. Pegasus was on this mission when he was attacked, crashing into Emily's roof (and Diana later shows up to help). This is a spoiler but you could probably guess it turns out that girl is actually Emily and she's gotta go to Olympus to save the gods. There's also a secondary plot with this guy named Paelen who's a godly thief and stole pegasus's bridle, which just so happens to be one of the only things made out of the only material that can harm the creatures destroying olympus. He kinda got caught by this secret government agency called CRU though, and they turn out to be kinda influential and important. But paelen turns over a new leaf and is one of the main characters and main group

That's the first book, and it only gets more complicated from there (much more significant spoilers ahead). Like Emily's dad gets taken by CRU and she sneaks out of olympus to try and rescue him, there's a whole war with those creatures but it turns out they're not actually their enemies and they make peace, the CRU use olympian blood to create hundreds of clones of the olympians, Emily discovers she has inherent knowledge of this ancient race and there's this thing where she and a group of friends all time travel back thousands of years to this war they've heard about, and it turns out they're the crucial people and the only reason the war was won in the future their from is because they traveled to the past to win it. All of which also relates to discovering a new abandoned planet with this ancient species? There's also Lorin, who I dislike, who is like a Titan equivalent of Emily and so jealous and petulant who teams up with CRU against her but later becomes paelen's love interest (I don't know what he sees in her). That book has something to do with a volcano too. THEN there's also the aliens I mentioned, where something about time traveling back to that war fucked with the alien's prisons and set them partially loose, enough that they could start to do things it just took an eternity to build up power, and it turns out (since that was back in the past) they've actually been present in the series the entire time through CRU. The evil secret government organization who has been antagonizing them the whole series. But anyway the aliens are super powerful, so how do they beat them? They blow up the planet and I'm not joking. It's not earth, but their strategy is like lets cut our losses and blow up the planet while they're on it, and it works (planet was evacuated if ur curious, and was going to be completely destroyed by the aliens anyway). Oh and I forgot to mention, about 2/3rds of the way through the series Emily gets a new body. I think it had something to do with either a significant injury or properly channeling her powers, but either way she gets a new body and through the last books she frequently mentions adjusting to seeing a stranger in the mirror and being taller and things like that, which is all sorts of psychologically horrifying when you think about it. Oh and around that time her dad ends up in a relationship with Diana, who has also been really present from the beginning and is the person her new body is based on. And then at the end Emily is offered the opportunity to just peace out and live in a coma for the rest of her life if she doesn't want to deal with life anymore.

So yeah, not about horses! It's named after Pegasus because Pegasus is the inciting incident and afterward he and emily are really really close, they're like a pair and I think may be like. godly linked? because pegs is tied to the flame and emily is the flame so they've got a really sweet friendship and reliance on each other even though Emily doesn't speak horse until a few pages from the end of book 6.

I hope that helps explain it! I don't know how much more detail I could provide without having to reread because its been a while, but this is the gist of it all :)

#the pegasus series #the flame of olympus #kate o'hearn #quil's queries #tw-5 #very little horse when you think about it #like there could be less horse but there couldn't be much less horse #i would like to apologize to pegs though he doesn't like it when he's called a horse #damn those are some blocks of text #long post

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So I took some minor OCs from the back of my mind and made Jack the Ripper a wifey and some kids.

Name: Lorena Harlow

Age: 28

Birthday: September 26

Sign: Libra

Magic: Hook Magic

Grimoire: 3 leaf

Occupation: Butcher

Lorena is a young, widowed mother who lost her husband five years ago. After he had passed, she went back to her maiden name. She has two young daughters, Agnes (age 9) and Abigail (age 5). In order to support her family as a single mother, she works at a butcher shop and is very talented at what she does. She has a younger brother named Bennett Harlow (age 25) who works as a blacksmith to help keep the family afloat and look after her kids while she's away. One day, after losing most of his wages to gambling, Captain Jack stopped by her shop to sell her his latest kill. He was impressed by her expert knowledge on meat and hunting and asked what time she got off her shift so he could take her out. She initially rebuffed his offer until he found her at the local bar later that evening. Lorena had been drinking alone, as was her personal ritual of celebrating the day of her wedding anniversary after her husband's death. Jack sat next to her, bought her some drinks, and tried again to pick her up. She told him she had children, a detail that usually scared most men away. That didn't intimidate Jack in the slightest, claiming he found young mothers hot. Letting the booze and her natural urges get the better of her, she agreed to sleep with Jack the Ripper that night. She would quip that he was lucky he was built like her late husband because she liked tall men. The two had their night of passion and realized they were incredibly compatible. They began a friends with benefits type of relationship for half a year before Lorena gave him a genuine shot at a relationship. Jack got along well with her daughters, and the two eventually got married. Yami finds Lorena spooky with the way she can talk so casually about taking carcasses apart with her hooks and calls her "Mama Mantis." The nickname stuck with her among the Green Mantises. They admire her and her cooking very much.

Name: Agnes Harlow

Birthday: April 3rd

Sign: Aries

Magic: Knife Magic

Agnes is Lorena's firstborn daughter with her late husband. Agnes is the only one of Lorena's two children to remember their birth father. Being young and finding it difficult to cope with the loss, she develops anger issues. Agnes can be very sweet but has destructive habits. When her magic started manifesting, she began cutting her own hair. Lorena decided to give Agnes the freedom of deciding what to do with her hair, so it looks like a choppy bob most of the time. Once Agnes wasn't paying attention and cut the bridge of her nose by accident, leaving a scar. She usually covered it up with a bandage because she was insecure about it. After getting introduced to Captain Jack as her mother's "friend," she takes to him very well and begins to idolize him. She stopped wearing the bandage because he made having a scarred face cool. After Lorena and Jack explained they wanted to get married, Agnes wasn't as excited as Abigail was since she didn't want to feel like she was replacing her father for Jack. She did admit that she loved Jack and wanted her mom and sister to be happy. It took her a while after the marriage before she was comfortable enough to start calling Jack "dad." He never expected her to, so hearing it warmed Jack's deranged heart. She hopes to become a powerful magic knight someday.

Name: Abigail Harlow

Birthday: May 25th

Sign: Gemini

Magic: Chisel Magic

Abigail is Lorena's second child with her late husband. Her father died when she was still a baby, so she had no memory of him. The closest she ever had to a father was her uncle Ben. So when Lorena brought home Jack, she was very intrigued and bonded with him immediately. She was the first to call Jack "dad" after he married her mother. Abigail is very creative and enjoys carving or whittling with her magic.

Bennett Harlow profile is coming soon!

#black clover oc #black clover original character #hybridanafrost talks black clover #lorena harlow #oc: lorena harlow #Abigail Harlow #Agnes Harlow #oc: Abigail Harlow #oc: Agnes Harlow #jack the ripper oc family

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dangermousie · 2 years

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Heroes Death Derby

Well, we have eight eps left and it’s clear that most of our characters will drop like flies. So, here is my odds-of post on our future corpsicles...

The Chancellor, the two Jail Psychos and his Guard (with the awesome name of 13 Doom) - 100%

They are bad guys, they are 100% dead, the only question is who will do them in. I really hope their deaths are vvvv gruesome and that WXS finally achieves his dream of taking out the Chancellor. If I had my druthers, I’d love to have BCF to take out two jail psychos before his own inevitable demise but I will settle for any kind of murderation for those two.

Marquis Fang Ying Kan - 100%

Man is a rapist, a murderer of WXS’ father and has long conversations with skeletons. His brain is half rot and half rabid weasels. He’s 100% a goner. I’d love for Lei Chun to be the one to do him in, second runner-up to be SMZ because that would be a truly epic fight (and they in-canon mention that if those two fought, the outcome would not be clear) but I think it will be WXS.

Su Meng Zhen - 100%

Much as it pains me, the man has enough death flags on him to be a one-man parade. He’s been coughing blood and collapsing the entire drama, he’s already lived past the age the doctors thought he would and he needs peace and quiet but all he gets is shock and heartbreak. The only question I have is whether he will die like La Traviata, dramatically collapsing while beautifully spitting out blood or in battle. Whatever happens, please please don’t let him be killed by Bai Chou Fei or Lei Chun because I won’t be able to take it.

Bai Chou Fei - 100%

If I were a betting person, I’d bet he’s the one whose ashes WXS has in his saddlebag in the prologue. The moment he got tortured into evil and became the sexiest murder zombie to walk the earth, he signed his death warrant. I’d give even odds to him being slain in battle with WXS (for that extra gut-wrenching factor - what finally broke him was the believed loss of WXS, to now be killed by actually alive WXS after he irrevocably went evil because of that loss is in line with a drama from the man who directed GMP) or killing himself after achieving a brief moment of clarity and realizing what he’s done.

Di Fei Jing - 75%

You know he’s gonna take on the person who he thinks assaulted his sister and die. Gorgeous secondary characters in evil sect don’t have long lives. But there is a small chance he can be left to run the sect as the sole sane person in it.

Lei Chun - 70%

She went full on evil so normally I’d say she’s a goner except I think she has a decent chance to survive because living a long life all alone, after all the people who loved her have been killed and she can blame herself for that is in a way the most brutal punishment. Side note - sure sure SMZ killed her Dad but it was an accident; she should have taken a leaf from Li Qin’s character in The Wolf. That woman had to cope with the fact that her OTP killed her Dad, and deliberately at that, and quite reasonably went “well, but he’s hot! And he’s willing to compensate for my loss of relative by helping me make new ones!” What a waste to have SMZ at your beck and call and do nothing with the man!

Wen Rou - 60%

She’s sweet, she’s loving, she’s functional and she’s WXS’ last light in a dark world. I don’t fancy her survival odds. Not to mention that WXS in the prologue doesn’t really look like a man with a loved and loving wife at home. But it all depends on how truly old-school Heroes is. If it was an 00s drama, I’d say she’s definitely dead. As is, not the best odds for living but here is hoping.

Lei Mei - 50%

She can live or she can die taking a knife for BCF or similar. She clearly loves him (and if he still had his sanity, it actually could have been a really good eventual couple. BCF needs to discover it’s better to be loved devotedly than love unrequitedly.) She has morally-ambiguous girl dying for a main written all over her. But maybe not - maybe she will finally be like Sul Hwa in Chuno, who took the freedom and life lessons Dae Gil offered her and despite loving him, went on to a new life after his death.

Wang Xiao Shi - 5%

He’s in the prologue, miserable but alive. 5% only because this is totally the kind of narrative you can see him walking off and an arrow hitting his throat in the last two minutes.

Yang Wu Xie - 5%

He’s gonna go mourn on SMZ’s grave like Hachiko.

Anyway, two weeks and we will see how good I am at predictions :P

#cdrama #heroes

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aisling-saoirse · 8 months

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Spartina Alterniflora (aka Sporobolus Alterniflorus) - Smooth Cordgrass

Smooth Cordgrass is many things: a signifier of salinity, an extremophile, a creator of habitat, and a peat builder. This lovely species typically colonizes the low marshes of heavily salinited areas near the ocean where other plants cannot. It is endemic to the Atlantic coast of both North and South America, forming the backbone of most brackish ecosystems. While it may appear to create a monoculture within its habitat niche, Cordgrass actually does such an important job in building marsh.

As sediments collect from rising tides the colonal roots of this plant trap nutrients to accure peat and in turn provides a lot of habitat for mussels, fiddlercrabs, nesting birds, and other prey species. The process of building this peat is called marsh accretion, its what allows marshes to build elevation and migrate in the face of sea level rise. Similar to Mangroves, Cordgrass can monopolize saline habitats due to its ability to survive tidal conditions and secret salt from its leaves (zoom in on the leaf with my finger to see salt crystals collecting).

Salt grass can grow up to six feet tall and typically spreads colonally or via seed. As sea levels rise many existing salt marshes are dying, however, cordgrass individually is rather resilient, as it is one of the few species which can cope under increasing exposure to salinity. In Philadelphia we see this species slowly creep up the waterways as salinity increases up the Delaware River. Spartina Alterniflora is very famously invasive in other areas of the world however here where there is biological control we see heavy losses to existing ecosystems (especially in the Chesapeake bay) as stresses from climate catastrophe increase.

I have a lot of love for this species and it's ability to carve out a bountiful ecosystem in what is considered a desert to almost all other lifeforms (image above: Nest made from cordgrass).

#native plants #brackish ecosystem #Delaware bay #spartina alterniflora #smooth cordgrass #salt marsh #brackish ecosystems of the american atlantic #i believe spartina is an extremely distinct genus which is why i don't use sporobus personally #but that's a very Mid-Atlantic opinion apparently #which the science is still debating a bit on #plant profiles

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valleyclan-cg · 11 months

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After a harsh leaf-bare, and an even harsher season of redcough, bought into the clans by a wandering loner from the reserve, Valleyclan seems to find peace in recovering from its great loss, the now small clan coping with the new rule of Iciclestar, the previous leaders daughter, who had stepped up after the previous leader had died without taking a new deputy. The clan seem happy with the position she inherited, as well as the new deputy, Silverbright, who took the role after being offered it.

Once the last snowstorm had finally passed and new life of newleaf rejuvenated the clan, the medicine cat, Honeyfern, had taken Iciclelarch to see their ancestors at the Stonepool. It seems they greatly approved, and Iciclelarch was given Heartpaw as her guiding spirit, who she had found a very odd choice, but welcomed the long dead apprentice nonetheless.

MOON ONE ☆

Whilst nothing interesting may have happened, the clan is healthy and fed. Even without the excitement that life may bring to the clan cats, they can be grateful for being alive and healthy after such a terrible season passed.

Silverbright, being the new deputy, seems quite curious about Iciclestar, now taking on her new position as leader. He wonders if she has time for mates anymore, and that leads into the realization that she doesn't quite have as easy of a life as he may think. This gives him a high respect for her, as his loyalty ties him back to such a strong she-cat and the clan she cares for.

Birchpaw is also very fond of her mentor, Silverbright. She offers him feathers, to line his nest with to make him more comfortable and, in Silverbright's mind, to show her comfort and respect for him. He takes these happily before inviting her out to training.

Despite this though... The two don't have much luck. As Silverbright expects her to lead the session, but Birchpaw seems awkward and shuffles her paws, once Silverbright prompts her, the two seem to bicker, before giving up on the expedition and they both go home.

Asides that, the clan is well fed and the border patrols come back happily.

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MOON TWO ☆

The chills of Leafbare has not quite left the tall mountains of the territory, and Silverbright finds himself waking up with a runny nose after a border patrol the night before. He checks it with Honeyfern and she tells him to relax and try to eat warm prey when it comes and sleep well at night. Silently, he thanks Birchpaw for the feathers she had given him the moon before.

Birchpaw snuck out of camp, to hunt pressumably, but didn't think that Silverbright would come to look for her. He had planned battle training today for her, but when he found her slunking into came with a small falcon, he reprimands her, telling her that she should join the patrol with Honeyfern to collect herbs, since she already contributed to the fresh kill pile for the day. Birchpaw isn't too happy with this but she agrees.

Iciclestar, sensing Silverbright's unhappiness, challenges him to a soft sparring match, and she's very surprised when the skinny and scrawny tom is able to beat her despite her size. The two have a good laugh and chat about it, further strengthening their bond further.

Whilst Birchpaw is waiting for Honeyfern to be ready, she watches the two older warriors, impressed by them.

Saplingear is very happily chatting her younger sister's ear off whilst she sorts through her herbs, they discuss Birchpaw, whilst Saplingear jokes about all the mischief she got into when she was an apprentice her age, and Honeyfern happily listens.

Saplingear and Silverbright go out to hunt for the clan, and down the mountain they find a two-paw path they didn't recognise was on their territory before. They look at it a little confused, but Saplingear tells them not to cross, just incase of injury.

It turns out Birchpaw's wondering earlier in the day was to clear her head, and she vents out this to Honeyfern, who listens intently.

Unfortunately, Honeyfern can't make any sense of the vision either, which only makes Birchpaw a little more worried. It seems strange to her that they would send such a strange vision to her. They head back to camp.

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