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lifeofkaze · 1 year

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 44: FIRE IN THE SKY

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

A/N: Katriona Cassiopeia still belongs to @kc-and-co Warning: canon-compliant mentions of violence against minors

The victory party was in full swing, but Orion didn’t feel like celebrating. The high of the match had faded, leaving him feeling strung up and drained from a night of little sleep.

Ever since Murphy and Katriona had invited him to the World Cup, he had been looking forward to it, yet none of it had turned out like he had expected. In his eagerness to fill the emptiness inside him, he hadn’t questioned what had looked to be an act of generosity, and now he was back where he had begun, his heart filled with a longing for Lizzie that he didn’t know how to deal with.

Not sharing the high spirits around him, Orion kept to the side of the party. He busied himself watching the fireworks flashing across the sky, nodding at familiar faces as they passed him. Luckily, most of them were too ecstatic to bother him in his gloom; it had been a while since he had seen any of his friends, too, but it was just as well - the party was noisy enough without any of them bothering him on top.

More out of habit than anything, he scanned the crowd for Lizzie. He found her standing close to the World Cup trophy, talking to a witch covered head to toe in Irish colours. Lizzie seemed to know her because she put a hand on the woman’s arm before suddenly turning to walk away. When she paused abruptly, the Irish witch whispered into her ear before yelling something Orion didn’t understand. Then, she raised her shirt up to her shoulders, flashing the hollering bystanders and vanished into the crowd.

Shaking his head in astonishment, Orion looked back to where Lizzie had been but found that she had disappeared. When he spotted her again, she was headed for the exit, Skye’s unmistakable blue head right behind her. Then, the two of them were gone.

Without thinking, Orion made to follow them, but he didn’t make it very far. Katriona materialised by his side, her brows drawn together in an angry frown.

“What is going on? Why is Lizzie leaving?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “What did you do?”

Orion sighed wearily. “I did nothing, my sweet but quick to judge sister-in-the-stars.”

At that, Katriona blinked. “You didn’t? Why?”

Hadn’t he been so tired and frustrated, Orion would have laughed at the absurdity of her question.

“How can I cause disturbance in waters that I do not go near? I’ve kept my distance from Lizzie since you so kindly abandoned us at the fire yesterday.”

Katriona tilted her head. “I repeat my question - why?”

“Because there is no use. Every word we share is another twist of the knife in both our hearts. When Lizzie and I parted, we did so hoping to heal, not cut ourselves even deeper.”

Katriona snorted. “All I hear is yada yada yada. I thought we were over this - if you want something, you’ll need to go and get it. You want her. She wants you. Wherever is your bloody problem?”

“The problem,” Orion said, irritation rising in his chest,” is that she has left. Lizzie chose to go and stretch her wings, and as much as it pains me that she has flown beyond my reach, I know she deserves it. She earned it. I will not be who keeps her from her destiny.”

“Not that again.”

“Yes, that again. We played with fire, knowing what happens when you hold your hands into a flame. Who are we to complain now that it burns? We were never meant to be. It was a lie we told ourselves because we didn’t want to listen. We should never have put our careers on the line for this fever dream. What have we to show for breaking every single rule I can think of? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“The rules, the rules, all I hear is the rules,” Katriona answered hotly. “Sod the rules, I say! If they don’t suit you, bend them. You always did. Where’s your creativity gone?” She grabbed Orion by the arm and pulled him toward the exit. “Come on, Lizzie’s hasn’t gone for long. You can still catch her if you hurry.”

Orion spun away from her, his anger at her, which had been simmering beneath the surface since he had seen Lizzie and Skye at their camp, finally spilling over.

“I don’t want to catch her! Don’t you get it? I want to forget her, and you should support me rather than make everything worse. She and I aren’t meant to be - never were and never will be. The sooner you, and I, and everybody else, accept it, the easier it will be to finally move on. Maybe - just maybe - Lizzie and I can both actually be happy for once.”

Katriona blinked at his sudden outburst, her face illuminated by the green and gold explosives in the sky, but Orion wasn’t done. It was like a dam had broken inside him, all of his frustration spilling from him in a rush of words.

“Every time Lizzie and I try to be together, we part hurting. Every time we try to love each other, we break each other’s hearts. We made our choices - both of us - and all they ever do is lead us away from each other, every single bloody time.”

He took a deep breath, dipping his head back into his neck. His eyes searched the sky, but the stars were eclipsed by the fireworks rising from the tents beyond the party area. When Orion spoke next, he felt light and heavy at the same time.

“It’s time to let her go,” he said, more to himself than to Katriona. “Let her go and be free. Both of us.”

Katriona’s face was a play of light and shadow as the fireworks flared again, but Orion could see the spark of sympathy in her eyes. She placed her hand on his arm again, lightly this time, but Orion shook her off. He wanted to tell her to, please, leave the matter alone but paused.

All of a sudden, the light seemed to have changed. The sky was still glowing in the distance, but it wasn’t fireworks anymore that were lighting the darkness. It was a flickering orange sheen, which was growing brighter by the minute. Orion thought he could hear the faint noise of thundering, but it didn’t sound like fireworks being set off.

Slowly, the music began to die as more and more people noticed the change in the air. A murmur rose among the crowd. Suddenly, Murphy was there, reaching for Katriona’s hand with an alarmed look on his painted face.

“Do you know what’s going on?” he asked, his voice strangely loud in the strained silence.

Katriona opened her mouth to reply when a new sound cut through the atmosphere that made Orion’s blood run cold.

Screams.

Sharing a look, the three of them followed the throng of people into the open, where they would be able to see better. They were met with sounds of confusion and panic as witches and wizards darted to and fro, some headed for the woods in the distance, some straight for the cause of the commotion.

Now that they were outside, Orion could discern a row of cloaked and hooded people in the distance. They were marching in succession, setting tents on fire as they went. They kept their wands raised in front of their faces, hidden by what looked to be silvery masks and joined by a constant stream of equally dressed people coming in from both sides.

Above them, four shapes were floating through the air. They were weirdly contorted, limbs twitching, and movements too unnatural to appear human. When Katriona realised how small two of the hovering shapes were, she drew a sharp breath.

“Come on,” she said with a pressed voice. “We need to see if we can help.”

They fought their way through the people running in the opposite direction from them - away from the hooded group of wizards - but soon had to give in to the fact that Murphy had no space to manoeuvre his wheelchair.

The dark figures had turned from them and were walking in a different direction, but the general commotion seemed to have spread beyond their wake. Emotions both good and bad had been running high over the last couple of hours, and now all of it was breaking ground. Fires were blooming everywhere, the air thick and biting with their smoke, and the sounds of screams and hollering were storming in on Orion from all sides.

“Let’s go and find a meeting point,” Murphy suggested. He had to shout to be heard above the racket. “Maybe someone will be able to tell us what’s going on.”

Orion was about to agree when the atmosphere abruptly changed. Where everything had been black shadows and flickering flames before, the campsite was suddenly cast into a pale green light. An eerie silence settled over the burning field as hundreds of faces turned skywards. Moments after, screams erupted all around them, followed by the cracks of several people Disapparating in panic.

Slowly, Orion raised his eyes to the sky.

“Oh my God,” Katriona whispered next to him. Her voice was hoarse. “It can’t be…”

She reached for Murphy’s hand, who watched the image of the skull with a snake winding from its gaping mouth with his lips tightly pressed together. He nodded.

“The Dark Mark.”

Orion was still watching the sign of He Who Must Not Be Named - the symbol the whole wizarding world had hoped to never see again - when a sudden explosion in the distance made them jump. As if the sound had kicked time into motion again, people began to run, away from the fires, the explosions, and the skull in the sky, without looking left or right. Standing completely still amid the people fleeing around them, Katriona turned to Orion. Her face was ghastly pale.

“The explosion,” she said, her blue eyes wide with fear. “That was by our camp, wasn’t it?”

She clapped a hand in front of her mouth.

“That’s where Skye and Lizzie are.”

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dovahkiin-19 · 1 year

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Hogwarts mystery fans asking JC why our character can’t date the quidditch characters:

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rayraelleaizawa · 2 years

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Orion as a vegetarian/vegan?

He is a balanced man - one with the nature. And animals are part or nature aren't they. So, would he eat meat? Or generally food made from or of animals?

Or would he eat meat and use e.g. wool clothing because it is a giving and receiving with nature and it makes him feel even more one with it?

Someone anwer me pls. What are your thoughts?

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Regulus black x F!Hufflepuff!reader oneshot

Summary.

Regulus never took notice of the quiet hufflepuff girl in his year. when his brother Sirius and his friends dragged him to the first hufflepuff game of the year, he is immediately drawn to her.

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: cussing, metion of missing sibling, very brief mentions of abuse, mentions of alcohol, mostly fluff but some angst

(Tell me if there's others I need to put)

A/N:

Reader is female and in hufflepuff but there is no physical description other than being shorter than regulus but doesn't go into detail.

The reader is based heavily on Hogwarts mystery. Most of the friends in Hogwarts Mystery will move back in time with the reader (even tonks).

Also, Peter will stay good in this one. I used the Aaron T.J., Andrew G, Timothee, Ben b, and Dane Dehann fancast as my inspiration but any of the fancasts can be used.

Sorry if it's not that good... I did my best and finally got this thing done.

Please enjoy!!

Dictionary -

Nutter - someone who's clearly crazy

Manky - disgusting

Wanker - idiot

Tosser - supreme asshole or jerk

3rd person -

Today was the day of the first official Hufflepuff Quidditch game. Everyone from all four houses was making their way to the stands. While normally only Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws would attend since this was their match, everyone was attending because this was when the Hufflepuffs would announce who the new quidditch captain was.

Orion Amari, the quidditch captain from the last few years, graduated the year before. Everyone was eager to learn who would become the new captain.

A large group made their way to the stadium amongst the other excited students, the marauders and their other Gryffindor friends, and Regulus Black followed by his Slytherin friends. Sirius and Regulus were now on good terms, having gone back to their brotherly love from before Hogwarts. Regulus was a little nervous to be sitting with his brother in the stands but was as excited as every other student to see who was appointed as captain. In a few weeks, Slytherin and Hufflepuff would be facing off, and then again during quidditch cup season. He was slightly intimidated, what if this new captain proved to be better than the last and took Hufflepuff on to win the Quidditch Cup? But for now, he walks with his brother to their seats in the stands.

Everyone waits in anticipation as Murphy McNully comments on the Ravenclaw team who were already out on the field.

“So who do you think the new captain is?” Sirius addresses the group of friends, he turns in his seat to look back at them.

Marlene is the first to speak up, “I bet it’s Parkins,” a few of the others hum in agreement, “I mean she’s a Parkins, her family is crazy famous in terms of quidditch!” Remus nods before speaking up.

“You never know, it could be Waylan Jones,” he proposed. The others waited for him to continue his reasoning, “It's not all about the last name, Waylan is a prominent seeker, and he’s definitely got the leadership skills.” James seemed to ponder it for a moment before shaking his head.

“I have a feeling I know exactly who it is.” The others were about to question who it was until Murphy called out across the stadium that the Hufflepuffs were about to come out. Regulus had never taken an interest in the Hufflepuffs, he thought most of them were too kind for their own good. But he was excited today, Hufflepuff and Slytherin would be facing off in a few weeks, and he wanted to see their potential.

Finally, one side of the stadium started cheering, the students in that section had a clear view of the entrance and could see the Hufflepuffs coming through the tunnel.

Murphy Mcnully started calling out the players' names and positions as they filed in on their brooms “Waylan Jones seeker, Atlan Verdell keeper, Katie Shacklebolt beater, Castor Perren beater, Skye Parkins chaser, Edith Turner chaser….” Murphy paused smiling from ear to ear, “And the person you’ve all been waiting for, Hufflepuff's new captain….Y/N L/N!!” as soon as her name was called the h/c Hufflepuff came out on her broom, everyone erupted into cheers.

James had a smug look on his face, having had a sneaking suspicion that the girl would get the position. The quidditch players circled the stadium, Hufflepuff showing their talent by balancing standing up on their brooms. As Y/N flew by the group of friends she had a wide smile on her features, she waved to James as she passed him before leading the line of quidditch players back to the pitch.

Madam Hooch threw the quaffle up when the teams were situated, Ravenclaw started with the quaffle, and the Hufflepuff chasers went after the Ravenclaw with the quaffle.

The group of friends was in awe as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws scored points back and forth, but neither team could find the snitch disappointingly. McNully was calling out the plays left and right, talking at the pace of the game. When the 3 Hufflepuff chasers started setting up a Parkin’s pinscher, the crowd started going wild, a trademark move done only by Skye Parkin's dad in the big leagues. While the Hufflepuffs had done a parkin’s pinscher before it was only done in practice. “L/N and Parkin are flanking the sides of the Ravenclaw chaser, Jamie Walker, setting up a Parkin’s pinscher while Turner comes in from the front, hoping to steal the quaffle from Walker,” Mcnully announces from the commentator box.

The marauders and their friends turn their heads to a group near them in the stands cheering for Skye and Y/N, a brown-haired Hufflepuff named Rowan Khanna screams. “C’mon Y/N!! You got this!!” a pink-haired girl beside her cheers in agreement, wanting to encourage the Hufflepuff team.

POV: Regulus Black

I honestly stopped listening to the annoying commentator a long time ago, the new captain of the Hufflepuff team was beautiful. Hearing the name she was given allows me to recognize who she was, she was in my potions class. Professor Slughorn typically favored me in the class for some reason, although the only other person he likes in our class is a quiet Hufflepuff who sits in the back. She is never obnoxious, always does her work on time, and always asks questions that I can tell never help her but help other students in the class. I mean not that I watch her, that would be creepy, but I've noticed her.

I thought she was cute except I didn’t think she was my type, she didn't even seem like the quidditch type. Now that I see her performing these complex quidditch maneuvers, the way she had a confident aura when she was circling the stadium, and even the concentration she has in the game make her all the more appealing to me. What's even crazier to think about is the rumors swirling around about her and the cursed vaults. She's rumored to be looking for them and destroying them. I try not to listen to the rumors, but I know there are more rumors that I don't know about. If she was destroying the cursed vaults that would surprise me but also wouldn't at the same time, I would be surprised that this quiet shy girl was capable of taking the vaults down. Then I wouldn't be because now I see her in a new light.

There was so much more to this girl than I thought, and I must have been staring because my brother nudged me in the side with a knowing smirk on his face. “What is it?” I ask him loudly over the cheering crowds, he just shrugs “It just seems like someone has caught your attention..” he wiggles his eyebrows to get his point across. James, on the bench below them, turns around with a stern look, “You better not be talking about L/N ‘cause I’ll kick your arse, black.” I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks at the accusation.

“What makes you think that, Potter?” I ask him, feigning innocence, he just gives me a look of ‘Are you serious.’ he shakes his head. “I’m just telling you, you may be this git’s brother but L/N is like a little sister to me, you try to hurt her and I’ll snap your fingers off.” Sirius has a look of fake offense at the name, looking towards Remus for some backup. Remus gives a look of ‘Don’t bring me into this’. “Moony you can't be serious…!” Sirius had a skeptical tone, towards the boy he liked, but James chimed in before Sirius could have time to react “Well obviously he’s not you Sirius.” The group started laughing at the joke, while Sirius pouted for a moment.

I turned my attention back to the game, my eyes searching for the h/c girl, before finally spotting her in a thimblerig shuffle, a move that McNully himself invented. The three chasers shuffled the quaffle around before it landed in y/n’s hands and she sped away as the opposing chaser got confused about who had it. y/n scored a goal against Ravenclaw, while everyone cheered.

“It looks like Jones and Verdett have spotted the golden snitch!!” Everyone frantically looked around for the two seekers, before someone pointed, all eyes went to the seekers except one pair, mine. I kept my eyes trained on the gorgeous Hufflepuff, barely paying attention to the rest of the game, the other players kept the game going even though it wouldn't matter once one team caught the snitch. I watched Y/n move gracefully on her broom around the pitch, continuing to score points against Ravenclaw. I missed the fact that Hufflepuff had caught the golden snitch, while I watched her. Finally snapping out of my trance when the entire stadium was screaming.

I kept watching Y/n as she flew up to the stands near where we were sitting, she approached the group of people that I had noticed earlier.

“Hey, Rowan!”

Pov: Reader

“Hey, Rowan!”

I flew up to my best friend who was sitting with some of our friends after the game was won. She waved happily at me as I approached, the others smiled and cheered for me. Although it was funny to see a displeased Talbott in the seat next to Penny, I couldn't tell if it was from losing the game since he was a Ravenclaw or if it was from being dragged to a quidditch game no doubt by Penny.

“Y/N you did awesome!” Penny called me, ever the quidditch enthusiast she is. “I can't believe you made captain!” Rowan practically jumped with excitement, happy for her best friend getting the position she’d always wanted.

I laughed at her enthusiasm, “Yeah, I'm honestly surprised too. But Orion said he wanted it to be me, he didn't think anyone could have filled the spot better.”

We talk for a moment before getting interrupted by a loud James Potter with Sirius Black, Marlene Mkinnon, and Dorcas Meadowes in tow. “By Merlin, L/n, Congratulations!” I look over to James who is leaning against the railing, my eyes briefly drift behind him to the gorgeous Slytherin boy in my year, Regulus Black, before returning James’ wide smile.

“Y’Know Potter you better be careful this year, I’ll be winning that cup for Hufflepuff before you know it. Just because it's your last year doesn't mean I'll go easy on you.” I tease the 7th-year Gryffindor, he laughs loudly “In your dreams maybe!” I laugh with the rest of the group, while Penny argues with Marlene about who will win.

Eventually, James gets called by Lily to hurry up, and the group disperses. My friends started heading down the stadium, and I took one last glance at Regulus to see him already looking at me. I flush in embarrassment and head down to the entrance to the pitch so I can get changed out of my uniform.

Time skip- (Hufflepuff common room.)

Finally, I head down the stairs to the noisy common room with Rowan and Penny, after they make sure I'm dressed up properly, my heart thumps with excitement. The Hufflepuff’s were throwing a party to celebrate our win today, all four houses were invited. That means there's a good chance Regulus would be there, hence why Penny insisted I wear the best outfit I had.

When we reached the base of the stairs we could see people from every house, the music was blasting, and it seemed someone snuck in alcohol because I could definitely see some drunk people. We made our way through the common room, maneuvering between people. Finally, I saw Tonks by the drinks and headed in her direction.

Before I could make it to Tonks, a loud voice started booming over the speakers, “I know I may have caught the winning snitch today…” A few Hufflepuffs cheered as I turned around to watch Waylan, our seeker speak to everyone, sounding slightly drunk. “But I’m not the one we should be celebrating, we could not have done it without our wonderful captain, Y/N! Who led us to victory today and will make sure we win that cup!!" Everyone cheered as I felt someone pick me up and put me on their shoulders.

I squeaked slightly before looking down to see a flash of pink hair, tonks was holding me up. “Tonks put me down!” I laughed loudly.

Everyone encircled Tonks and I and started chanting my name. “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” I looked around as I laughed at everybody, I spotted the Black brothers, Sirius was yelling with everyone else and Regulus seemed a little uncomfortable. Before I could keep looking at Regulus I was dropped from Tonks’ shoulders onto the floor.

The rest of the night was spent dancing, drinking, and longingly looking at Regulus, Which Rowan and Penny definitely had their comments on.

Time skip - 2 weeks later - Hogsmeade - 3rd person

Regulus, Sirius, Remus, James, Lily, and Peter all walked into the three broomsticks, quickly finding the last available booth, right next to Y/N’s table with all of her friends. Regulus could hear the sound of Y/n’s laughter, it made his heart flutter. Over the last two weeks, regulus has paid more attention to the Hufflepuff.

Of course, he would deny any remark his brother and his brother's friends made about it, because Regulus Black did not fancy non-pureblood girls, but the others knew better than to believe that. It was clear to them that Regulus was head over heels for this girl, although much against James’ protests. Madame Rosmerta, the young barkeep at the three broomsticks, came over to their table to take their orders.

“What can I get for you kids today?” She pulled out a small notebook and pen, ready to write down the orders.

“6 butterbeers please.” Lily spoke up for the group as she leaned against James. Regulus wasn't paying much attention to the friends that surrounded him, his attention was drawn to Y/N who was getting up from her table to head to the bar. He hadn't noticed Madam Rosmerta leaving their table, nor the wide smirks from his friends, or even the giant scowl and staring coming from James across from him. He continued to watch Y/n even as her friends started noticing his heart eyes at her. Nothing mattered to him at the moment other than trying to memorize every little thing about her.

POV: Y/N

“I'm gonna go get one of the special butter beers, be right back.” I got up from the table as I excused myself from my friends, making my way up to the bar. I waited for Madame Rosmerta to get back. Specialty butterbeers require you to go up to the counter to get one, so I waited until I heard a familiar snarky voice behind me.

“So L/n when are you gonna give up the cursed vaults? I mean we all know I'm going to find and defeat them all, so why waste your time?” Merula Snyde, the bitchy Slytherin herself. “I'm not in the mood Merula..” I dont spare her a glance, but I can feel that she's getting angry.

“You trying to prove yourself to your parents?'' This makes me look at her with unamusement, “You trying to prove you're not worthless?”. I scowl at her as I turn my head fully to look at her before rolling my eyes and turning back to lean against the counter. “Do you want them to love you?” I hear her snicker before I respond., “I don't care about what my parents think so your argument is weak.” she stops and frowns before her scowl turns into a smirk.

“Or is it that you want to find your brother?” my head whips around to look at her; I can feel anger bubbling up inside me. “Well I think you’re gonna find a dead body..” she smiles coyly, and my hand slightly grips the table, trying to calm myself “What is your problem, Snyde?” I snapped. She sneered before replying “You're my problem L/N, I'm just counting the days until you turn into a nutter like your brother!” She laughs loudly and I don't take a second to think about my actions.

I lunged for her, pushing her to the ground before landing a hard punch to her face. She starts hitting me trying to get me off, but I land a few more punches before I am pulled off.

“You Bitch! Dont ever talk about my brother like that!” I scream at her, trying to push the arms around me off. I can vaguely hear Barnaby’s voice but it doesn't register as I continue shouting at her.

“You’re so done L/N! The next time I see you I'm gonna hex you for what you did to my face!” she shrieks as she holds her nose trying to stop the bleeding as one of her goons, Ismelda holds her up. “If you ever talk about my brother again or go near his room, I’ll kill you!” a few tears flow down my face as I scream at her, “he's my brother! That room is the only thing I have left of him, I don’t care if I have to go to Azkaban to keep you from it, you manky tosser!”

I was dragged outside by the person holding me, and when they set me down I recognized Barnaby’s jumper. Barnaby pulled me in for a hug, and I cried a little, but we were interrupted by Professor McGonagall clearing her throat.

I pulled away from Barnaby and stood in front of McGonagall, when Barnaby went back inside she began talking “What do you think you were doing Ms. L/N?!” I shrank a little as she questioned me, “That was highly inappropriate, I understand you're sensitive when it comes to your brother but that does not mean you are allowed to strike another student!” she raised her voice sternly, I felt small in her presence.

“Although I may feel indifferent to you getting a punishment, I am still your professor and rules are rules. So you will serve detention for a week in my classroom, taking care of the transfiguration subjects. And Hufflepuff will lose 10 points” She was about to turn to head into the three broomsticks before she looked back at me, “But do not worry, Ms.Snyde will also receive a punishment.” I nod, wiping my nose while I sniffle. I sit down on a bench right outside the door, wanting to calm down before I see my friends.

Pov: Regulus

“Bloody hell…” Sirius was right, bloody hell.

One minute Y/n was up at the bar clearly annoyed by whatever my housemate Merula was saying, and the next she was on top of Merula screaming at her. We all watched y/n get dragged out by Barnaby, as the girls continued to have a screaming match, but when McGonagall came in and told all of y/n’s friends to stay inside and give the girl a minute I knew it was my chance.

I snuck out of my seat when McGonagall was too busy reprimanding Merula, and made my way outside. When I got out there I found y/n sitting on a bench crying, not sure what to do. I sat down next to her. Oh my god, this is so awkward… How do you console a crying girl? Cmon regulus…think!... Think! For Merlin's sake…

“A-are you alright?” bloody hell, that's the best you can do? y/n turned and looked up at me, seemingly startled by my presence. She quickly wipes her eyes, “Y-yeah… I’m fine.” we sit awkwardly before she speaks up again, “N-no… I'm not fine..” she plays with her fingers as she looks down at her lap.

“Why do you let her words affect you?” I let the words slip out of my mouth without thinking, she looked up at me again. “I-i mean Merula isn't nice to anyone, Y-you um shouldn't listen to her, she doesn't know what she's talking about ever. She's like a walking babbling beverage.” Curse my mouth! Merlin, can I ever shut up? I ramble awkwardly before shutting up and turning red a bit. I mentally curse myself for being so awkward before I'm drawn out of thoughts by a giggle. I look down at her laughing form, “A b-babbling beverage??” I nod a small smile forming on my lips.

“Thank you, that just made my day…” she smiles up at me, “you're welcome..” I flash an awkward smile, before asking “Do…do you want to talk about what happened in there?” she looks down for a second.

“My brother went missing 3 years before we started at Hogwarts, in truth I don't remember a whole lot about him… he started at Hogwarts a year after I was born so he wasn’t at home a lot.” she fiddled with her fingers more as she talked.

“Not that I can blame him, our mother is abusive and our father is a compulsive liar.” my hand clenched in my lap as I thought about her being hit by her parents. I've seen my fair share of abuse, I'd rather suffer my mother's wrath than see y/n hurt by hers. “I know most people think my brother is dead but I won't believe he is, I just won't. I can't give up on him, not like everybody else…” I slowly grab her hand lightly, offering what little comfort I know.

“T-thank you for telling me…” I whisper as she looks up at me, “I'm glad you trust me enough…” she smiles softly, I lift my other hand and wipe a stray tear away.

“Thank you for listening…” We sit for a few moments in silence before I stand up. She looks up at me in confusion, about to speak until I cut her off. “You wanna head back to the castle? I can buy us both butterbeers to take with...” my voice wavers, slightly nervous to ask her.

“You know what it was a stupid idea, you can just forget about it, you probably want to go back to your friends..” I ramble for a moment before I feel her hand grab mine. I look down at her to see her smiling. “I’d like that alot,” I nodded, giving her my smile as well, “then I'll go get them right now.” I headed back inside, quickly ordering two to-go butter beers. As I was walking back out I caught my brother's eye and smiled at him holding the two butterbeers. A silent explanation as to why I was leaving.

POV: Y/N

Regulus and I trekked the long road back to the castle as we talked and drank our butter beers. We actually had a lot in common. We both loved quidditch, potions, and reading. Although our reading tastes were a bit different we both recommended some of our favorite books to each other.

“You know... I never got to say that you look beautiful today.” he said after a moment of silence, “I-I mean not that you aren't any other day but- and not that I watch you or anything. Oh my god, that came out so weird…I’m going to shut up now…” I laugh slightly at his awkwardness, his cheeks flush red in embarrassment. “Thank you, I'm happy you think so, black” I smile sweetly, placing my hand on his upper arm as a thank you while we stop walking for a moment. I awkwardly jerk my hand back when he looks down at it. I clear my throat as I start walking again, I hear him walking again as he catches up to me.

“Call me Regulus, please…” he stops us for a second, pulling me to face him, “Alright… Regulus.” his first name felt strange on my tongue. It's only now that I realize the proximity of our faces, my face heats up as we both pull away and continue our walk back to Hogwarts.

Pov: 3rd person

Over the next few weeks, Regulus and Y/n become close friends, hanging out in and out of classes, studying together in the library, and even on the rare occasion the students can sit anywhere in the great hall no matter the house, they sit next to each other. Their friends had all taken notice and constantly teased them about getting together, but both parties denied it and claimed all they were, were good friends.

Pov: Y/N (sorry for so many pov changes)

Time skip: a Thursday night in January

My hand was cramping from how long I had been clutching onto the blue quill I owned. There were ink stains all over my fingers, and a few small smudges on my face. My roommates had all long gone to bed, Rowan had stayed up for a little extra, while she helped me with something, but I ended up insisting she go to sleep after she fell asleep on my desk.

Woody, my orange tabby cat had curled up on an empty spot on my desk, his purrs were the only other noises besides the sound of my quill scribbling on paper and my dormmate’s snores. The essay for potions was due tomorrow and I hadn't had any time between quidditch duties, assignments for other classes, classes themselves, and exploring the mysteries of the cursed vaults.

I'm only brought out of my studying trance when there is a tap at my window. I look up to see an owl that looks vaguely familiar. Approaching the window I begin to recognize it as Regulus’s owl, Apollo, I open the window and let the large bird step onto my arm. I close the window so the room doesn't get chilly, bringing him over to my desk while I give him some head scratches.

“What are you doing here, love?” I set him on the perch where my owl, Merlin, normally resides. I pull out a small piece of meat as a treat while taking the note in his talons. I sit back down in my chair as I unfurl the parchment, I get a little giddy as I read the first words.

Y/N Darling, I was hoping you would meet in the astronomy tower tonight at one. You deserve some time away from that essay I know you worked hard on, all night.

I smiled at the handwriting before I saw a small messily scrawled note at the very bottom of the parchment.

And p.s there is no need to give Apollo any more treats he was already bribed with more than he could ever need to even just deliver this note.

I gazed up at said owl who looked down at me sheepishly, I smiled and reached my hand up to give him some more scratches.

“You cheeky bird,” I giggled softly, conscious of the sleeping girls behind me, “don't worry I’ll still give you treats, you deserve it pretty boy.” Apollo cooed as he rubbed his head against my hand.

With a newfound motivation to finish my essay, I quickly got back to work, it was already close to midnight and I knew it would take me at least 30 minutes more to finish. When I finally finished the essay I rolled it up and stored it near my potion textbook, before I changed into something more suitable, comfy, and warm than pajamas. I let Apollo climb onto my shoulder as I started to sneak out of the Hufflepuff common room.

As I walked down the dark halls of the castle I listened intently for any teachers roaming the halls, I didn't plan on getting detention while I tried to sneak up to the astronomy tower. I will admit it was tricky getting up there from all the way in the dungeons, and after a close call with almost getting caught by Professor Kettleburn, I made it to the stairs of the astronomy tower. I took cautious steps up the stairs, careful not to make unnecessary noise.

Finally making it to the top, I spotted Regulus leaning against the railing facing away from me.

My face heated up as I took his appearance in. His curly hair was half pulled up into a small ponytail tail, pulling his bangs away from his face. His Slytherin quidditch sweater was tucked into his dark jeans. I half expected Apollo to fly back to his owner, but he did not indicate wanting to move away from me, seemingly content on my shoulder snuggled up to me.

“Reg?” I called out to the raven-haired boy, his gray-blue eyes met mine as I approached him. His lips turned up into a smile when he saw me, before laughing softly at the way Apollo was cuddled up to my head. He met me halfway, walking away from the railing as he reached his hand up to his owl.

“He hasn't caused you any trouble, has he?” He chuckled while petting the dark bird on the head, I shook my head no in response. “Apollo never causes me any trouble, he's a good boy.” I stroked said owl's chest with a curled finger as we both looked at him. Regulus laughed softly at the comment, “I don't know about that..” he shifted his gaze to me. I feigned offense, “Are you calling me a liar reg? Maybe he just likes me more…” A small coo from Apollo, sounded as though he agreed with me. Regulus rolled his eyes before picking Apollo up. “It's time for you to head back to the owlery, bud.” The dark owl seemed reluctant to leave but finally gave in and flew back to the tower made for the owls. When Regulus turned back to me he motioned to a blanket splayed across the floor near the railing. I sat down on the blanket, letting my feet dangle off the edge of the tower. I crossed my arms over the lowest bar on the railing while Regulus sat down next to me doing the same thing.

“So what constellations do you remember from astronomy class?” my head turned to look at him as I nervously laughed. “uhhh...None of them?” I lifted my shoulders and hands as I admitted I didn't remember. He simply smiled and turned back to look at the night sky, he lifted his hand and pointed at a section of the sky.

“Well, that's Ursa major.” Making a pattern with his fingers, I quickly found the constellation he was talking about. A few things started to come back to me as he pointed out more constellations.

I reached up and pointed to the Leo constellation, “And there's your star…” I glanced at him as I spoke softly, his arm was now wrapped around my shoulders, our faces a few centimeters apart. Despite the cold biting at my face, I could feel my skin heat up. He nodded softly as we continued to gaze into each other's eyes. We both awkwardly pulled away and looked back at the night sky. Eventually, I grew sleepy and laid my head against his shoulder as he continued explaining the different constellations.

When the sun started making its way over the horizon, Regulus and I made our way down the tower, so we would be able to make it to breakfast in time. We parted ways in the dungeon when we went to our respective common rooms. “See you later, Reg.” I gave him a soft smile as I walked through the door.

Timeskip: Saturday afternoon in January, before a quidditch game

My team and I headed out of the changing rooms in our uniforms with brooms in hand, i was the last one out and was a few paces behind my team.

“Y/N!” I hear a familiar voice call out to me, when I turn around I spot Regulus jogging towards me decked out in Hufflepuff pride wear. He finally reaches me, I take in his fake jersey with my number on it. A few of my fellow Hufflepuffs had created fake casual jersey wear for students to support their favorite players. You could get long-sleeved t-shirts with any of the player's name and jersey number on it. I wonder how he got ahold of one of those.

“You like my shirt?” he spun around, grabbing the top of the shirt at the back to show off the bold lettering that spelled out my last name. He turned back around, “I figured I got to show my support for my favorite Hufflepuff.” he then grabbed the hand that wasnt holding my broom, before kissing the back of it. “Good luck out there, L/N.” before I could say anything he was rushing up the stairs to the stands. I stood there frozen for a moment before one of my teammates calling for me, broke me out of my trance. I mounted my broom and sped off through the tunnel.

Throughout the entire game, I kept looking over at Regulus, he was cheering me on the entire time and I could barely contain the flush that invaded my face. This time wasnt any different than any of our games. We always cheer each other on but seeing him wear my name and number made my knees weak.

Timeskip: (sorry) Hufflepuff party later that night.

I had successfully avoided regulus most of the night, I made it as inconspicuous as I could. I didn't want to hurt his feelings but still needed time to process. I stood over by the drink table, sipping on soda, I was startled by hearing his voice next to my ear. He had to be close enough for me to hear but that didn't stop the chill that ran up my spine.

“If I didn't know any better id say you were avoiding me, Y/N” This was one of the many times where he isn't the soft, kind regulus I know but the cocky and dare I say flirtatiously teasing regulus. I turned to look at him, trying to ignore the rate at which my heart was beating.

“I'm not avoiding you.” I do my best to lie, but we both know it's not true. I take another sip of my soda before I feel his hand ghosting over the back of my upper arm, just above my elbow. We continued to look into each other's eyes but a cough interrupted us. I glanced next to me to see Peter who was waiting patiently. I smiled and turned my body towards the 7th year, I had to admit the boy was handsome in his own quirky way.

“Hi y/n, I was wondering if you'd like to dance?” he held a lopsided grin, completely ignoring the dark-haired boy beside me. I glanced up at Regulus for a moment before returning Peter's smile and nodded. I set my cup down on the table behind me and grabbed Peter’s hand as he led me onto the dance floor.

Another time skip: (I know and I'm sorry) Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch game a few weeks later

I stood with Barnaby, Remus, and Lily as we all watched the quidditch players warm up. James had been a little grumpy when he saw the old jersey I was wearing. About 2 nights after the party we had, a package showed up at my doorstep with a spare Slytherin jersey that belonged to Regulus. He wrote a note saying he wanted me to wear it every time I was at one of his games. So here I was wearing a green jersey with the name Black written across my shoulder blades. Sirius was just as mad but said at least it was his brothers and not some other Slytherin. Barnaby on the other hand was very happy.

“So, you see your lover boy yet?” Lily stood beside me as she spoke, she gave me a knowing smirk and a nudge to my side. I gave her a playful glare before answering “We're not dating, Lily.” I watched as the Slytherin players started walking onto the pitch, “you know that.” both quidditch teams mounted their brooms and practiced on each half of the stadium before it was time to start.

I talked to Barnaby as we waited for them to start the match until a voice spoke in front of me. I looked to see Regulus on his broom with a smile. “You wore the jersey.” I rolled my eyes playfully as he got closer. “Yeah, what about it reg?” I leaned against the railing a bit more. “You look good in my jersey, I should give you more of my clothes to wear..” he grinned devilishly, a call of his name from over his shoulder was heard, they were about to start. “You should get back down there, you are the captain after all.” I smiled softly, leaning back away from the railing.

“Yeah that is true but there is something I have to do first.” I was about to ask what but he cut me off by colliding his lips with mine, I could hear wolf whistling and cheering around me as I leaned into the kiss and cupped his face with my hands. His gloved hand held my chin softly before he pulled away with a bright smile and flushed face.

“That was for good luck…” I laughed at his antics while he slowly pulled his broom back. “If you win this game, you'll get as many as you want!” I called out to him as he headed back down the pitch before he called back. “I'll hold you to that.”

My heart raced rapidly in my chest, my lips were tingly, and my face was warm. “Not dating, my ass.” it's safe to say James and Sirius left the game without another win under their belts and Regulus walked out with a new girlfriend and promises of lots of kisses.

#regulus black x reader #regulus black #regulus black oneshot #regulus black fanfiction #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders #marauders era #hufflepuff reader #female reader #regulus black x female reader

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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i just started my second walkthrough (aggressive son of a bitch named faustin romancing the fuck out of lincoln) after my first one (sarcastic asshole named theodore romancing the shit out of abel).

on my second one i finally kept my alucard alive (do not make fun of his name i was watching castlevania) and sacrificed the beloved rat boy, with alucard dating connor. and can i just say.. YOU GUYS MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH CONNOR. on my first one, i'm still team ghost(?)alucard x noah. but something about connor and alucard's relationship.. makes me want to slap them so bad because i love them so much. everytime i get to play as alucard i am like MY GOBLIN BOY, COME HOME TO ME. i just missed playing as him so, so much. so thank you, for giving me the chance to have my alu back and also for allowing me to create faustin and theodore. they all have been a huge help nowadays. i sometimes wonder about your mcs, to be honest! i wonder about everyone's mcs. so yeah, time to try to stop myself from writing connor x alu stuff on ao3. just wanted to thank you! bye. x

I love the way you describe your MCs, and I’m so proud we were able to help you love Connor! 🥹❤️

Here’s my boy Orion Murphy, he is a sweet, chill dude who’s basically just a cinnamon roll who loves Linc more than life itself ❤️

#ask #anon #mod win #forgive the video but it’s just so funny fjdjd

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carewyncromwell · 1 year

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“I'm in love with a fairytale, Even though it hurts, 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind... I'm already cursed.”

~“Fairytale” by Alexander Rybak

x~x~x~x

I blame this ENTIRE idea on @drinkyoursoupbitch...but yes, with this, I issue a new challenge for all of you --

The R AU Challenge!

Basically, take one of your MC’s closest friends or even love interest and make them a sleeper agent from R, placed at Hogwarts specifically to help them find and infiltrate the Cursed Vaults. How do they fill the role of villain (or anti-villain)? What sets them apart from their canon self? How does MC and their friendship with them affect them? Do they go through a character arc of redemption, or does MC get corrupted by them instead? And yeah, as you can see, I chose Carewyn’s future love interest Orion for my entry! 💚

It was so fun designing Orion’s R look! I naturally had to include some long gloves over his blousy tunic because Orion, and his necklace (similar to his one from the game) features an evil eye pendant, specifically a light blue one, which used as a symbol of protection and as a conduit for peace, solitude, and deeper, more open-minded thinking. The red “R” tattoo, in my personal canon, only appears when its magic is activated or when someone with it makes skin-to-skin contact with another R member: I’ve drawn both Jacob and Rakepick with it in the past. I also headcanon Orion’s wand being made of beech, so I kept his wand’s coloring rather light compared to the rest of his outfit.

As a member of R, I see Orion as an anti-villain in the vein of Princess Kraehe/Rue from the anime Princess Tutu -- a talented, but tragic figure who was raised knowing nothing but selfishness, cruelty, and manipulation, but still somehow knows how to love, no matter how much pain it causes him.

In this version of Orion’s storyline, he’s picked up from the orphanage he was raised at by R as a very young boy. It turns out that his father was indebted to R for some unknown reason, only to die in the height of the Wizarding War. This debt was then transferred over to his child -- thus Orion, as long as he can remember, was a loyal servant to and puppet of R’s will, most notably its Leader, the cold and cruel man who Orion doesn’t know is called Charles Cromwell. The mark on his face, cursed to only appear when its magic was activated, made it so that Charles Cromwell always knew where he was and could inflict any of the Unforgivable Curses on him, even without articulating the spell or being right beside him. Among other members of R, Orion was referred to as the Magpie, referring to the bird of the same name, which can be symbolic of bad luck and deception. This symbol turned out to be more appropriate to Orion than any of R’s leadership realized at first, however -- for the magpie can also represent good fortune and true love.

At Hogwarts Orion serves as R’s faithful agent, keeping an eye on the Cursed Vaults -- but while at school, he’s enough distanced from Charles Cromwell that he can actually live something akin to a normal life. The flying prodigy soon makes friends in the Quidditch world and even earns the position of captain while only a fourth year. He also makes friends -- not just his team, but especially his best friends, Murphy McNully and Skye Parkin. Then, in his third year, when the Ice Vault is causing havoc, a new figure appears: the “Cursebreaker,” Carewyn Cromwell. Knowing R won’t want anyone else going after the Vaults, Orion craftily arranges it so that Carewyn’s friends try to coax her onto the Quidditch scene, thinking to both keep an eye on her and distract her enough that she won’t have time to get in R’s way again. But once he gets to know Carewyn after she seeks out the open Chaser position on his team, Orion soon realizes that Carewyn’s seeking the Vaults out for her brother’s sake, and that she won’t rest until she finds him again. Orion soon develops a soft spot for the noble little Cursebreaker, and wants all the more to coax her back onto his team to try to keep her out of harm’s way. When that doesn’t work, he appears to her in his red robe and explicitly warns her to stay away from the Vaults, only for Carewyn to refuse to back down. And so Orion -- ever a master at reading people -- reluctantly tries to use Carewyn’s heart against her. If Carewyn won’t back down for her own sake, perhaps she will for the sake of the people she loves...and so Orion uses the Imperius Curse on Ben one year and Rowan the next, trying to scare Carewyn enough that she’ll stop pursuing the Cursed Vaults. Try as Orion might, though, Carewyn will not be deterred. And, as Professor Rakepick herself warns Orion at one point in his sixth year, R would never leave her alone, even if she did --

“You know R as well as I do, Mr. Amari. Surely you don’t think you’ll be able to keep her safe, now that she has caught their notice?”

Orion himself merely keeps his back to her, clasping his hands tightly in front of him as he obscured his anger behind a cool, passive-aggressive mask.

“She certainly has caught your notice. …I do believe, Madam Rakepick, that you warned the student body to stay out of your way, when you first arrived. Do not force me to echo that warning myself.”

It’s also Rakepick who told him that R’s Leader was the man called Charles Cromwell. She says coldly that Charles isn’t having Orion scare Carewyn to keep her away from the Vaults, but instead to scare her into joining R, as her brother had before her. Orion doesn’t known how much if any of this is true, but it troubles him greatly. He hadn’t known Carewyn’s brother had been forced to join R as well, and if it is true, that Carewyn’s family is in R, as his father had been...then it means that Carewyn is fated, like him, to join their ranks. As much as that thought makes him nauseous at the start, it also fills Orion up with a bizarre kind of comfort. He’s always known that upon leaving Hogwarts, he’ll have to go back to being R’s puppet again. He’ll have to abandon Quidditch, his friends...the entire person he’d been able to be at school, forever. But if Carewyn joins R...then he won’t be completely alone, once he graduates school. They won’t have to be enemies any longer. He won’t have to frighten her or her friends again. They won’t have to fight each other. And R will no longer threaten the safety of the friends that they’d both made while in the safety of Hogwarts’s walls...the friends they’d each come to see as family...

There could be some peace for both him and Carewyn if they merely accept their fate, Orion thinks. What point would there be in them fighting against R anyway, aside from more suffering? Maybe that’s why Carewyn’s Patronus took the same form as his, that time R sent a dementor to Hogwarts. Maybe, somehow...he and Carewyn were fated to meet...to serve together, as servants of R...

But Carewyn Cromwell, of course, is not one to believe in Fate. And so now our Slytherin paragon has to find a way to both defeat R and save the wisest, gentlest young man she knows from their abusive, defeatist claws.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #r au challenge #orion amari #carewyn cromwell #charles cromwell #my art #patricia rakepick #yes carewyn in that last doodle is wearing her 'fakepick' outfit from my good!rakepick au finale #minus the cape XD

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shinyrockalaska · 2 years

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Hogwarts Mystery characters as quotes from Will Grayson, Will Grayson

The quotes are either a description or something they would say/think

MC: “I wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.”

Rowan: “We grow up. Planets like them get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.”

Ben: “Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.”

Penny: “I get it now. I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.”

Bill: “This is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.”

Tonks: “You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.”

Tulip: “Random questions are the least random of all questions.”

Barnaby: “I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.”

Andre: “This blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.”

Charlie: “I think the idea of a 'mental health day' is something completely invented by people who have no clue what it's like to have bad mental health. the idea that your mind can be aired out in twenty-four hours is kind of like saying heart disease can be cured if you eat the right breakfast cereal.”

Liz: “I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance...”

Jae: “Great news for someone is always bad news for someone else”

Badeea: “I just think if you don't say the honest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true.”

Diego: “You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.”

Merula: “I do not say 'good-bye.' I believe that's one of the bullshittiest words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' every time you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, I don't believe in that. I believe against that.”

Ismelda: “I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.”

Talbott: “You’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.”

Chiara: “Some people have lives; some people have music.”

Beatrice: “If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.”

Jacob: “That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.”

Skye: “Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?”

Murphy: “It seems to me that all the things we keep in sealed boxes are both alive and dead until we open the box, that the unobserved is both there and not.”

Orion: “Love is the most common miracle.”

Face paint kid: “Whatever you're worried about, you're bigger than the worries.”

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grabowskibeepboop · 9 months

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Says something completely out of context

Gives you all the context up to the exact moment

#trobed #troy and abed #troy x abed #abed x troy #murphy x orion #orion x murphy #orion/murphy #ship tropes

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moonwater-hphm · 2 years

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Yoooooooooo I’m alive?? Apparently??

My HPHM hyperfixation ended a long time ago unfortunately, not sure if I will post more, but I just wanted to share an artwork that took me around 10 hours, that I never posted cause I was ashamed, but I want to show it cause it looks pretty good

I made it a long time ago, I hope you like it

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm fanart #hphm orion #orion amari #hphm murphy #murphy mcnully #hphm quidditch #hphm mc #skye parkin #hphm oc #hphm jacobs sibling #ben copper #hphm headcanons #nath moonwater #murphy x orion

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linkysmommy · 1 year

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Orion Murphy x Lincoln Aquino Relationship Analysis

I was chatting about Enneagram types and doing ILW MC character analyses on discord with some friends, and ended up doing an analysis of Lincoln and Orion (my ILW MC) and their relationship. It was really sweet, and so I decided to share here!

For context, Orion is a 9w1 (further information on that can be found here) and Lincoln is a 4w5 (further information on that type can be found here)

The thing about Orion and Lincoln is that Orion is just a really sweet, healthy, soft 9w1, and that type of nine has a very gentle, healing presence. One of Lincoln's biggest struggles has always been feeling like his authentic self is valued and accepted, and Orion provides that unconditional acceptance, this safe space that Lincoln knows, no matter what, will always be there to support and love him. He knows he doesn't have to try to be anyone else or prove anything to Orion, which after a life with how his relationship was with his father, is extremely soothing and healing for Linky 🥺 But the good thing is that both of them are very giving and focused on the other person, so it's not just like Orion is giving so much and getting nothing in return, and also this kind of giving is really easy for Orion, and not something that requires a lot emotional or mental energy.

Lincoln, as a 4w5, is a very perceptive and sensitive person who thinks and reflects a lot, not just on himself and how he feels about things, but about other people. Because of this, he's definitely aware of what Orion needs specifically, and is very focused on meeting those needs the way he needs them to be met. This overcorrection in part stems from when he was younger, and how his father always did love Lincoln and tried to show his love for him, but the way he did it was in the way that Matthias thought Lincoln should receive that love, not in the way Lincoln actually needed to receive it. So being so carefully in-tune with the other person and what they need and how they need it allows Lincoln to be a very devoted, sensitive, and caring partner to Orion.

It's very sweet, because Orion would never demand any of this from Lincoln, and vice versa honestly, but they're a really lovely couple because they both are very willing to love and give without expectation. This allows their love to be very selfless and giving without an ulterior motivation or expectation of receiving in return, while they both receive all the love and care that they need and deserve to be happy.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Interested in your own character and relationship analyses involving ILW LIs? Send me an ask with the couple, the personality type of the MC (gen/sarc/aggro), and a quick blurb about the character, and I'll give you my perspective on the character and/or relationship! Just let me know if you want a character analysis, relationship analysis, or both, and I'll respond as soon as I can. 💞

#it lives within #ilw #lincoln x mc #lincoln aquino #lincoln mcquoid #playchoices

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deafeningwizardsquare · 1 year

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Mark my words: this will end badly.

KIDDOS? It is time to slay!

Welcome back to this amazing new episode of me commenting Quidditch.

After an exchange of views with my dear dear friend @vandelopa-x over Quidditch in general, it is time to destroy the destroyable and keep the tradition alive!

So, season 4 was, indeed, something.

Overall, it didn't started with a climax, as usual. Season 3 had one of the best beginnings, winning with a dramatic impact over the player and Orion's falling from the broom, yet it lost in its initial goal (with the TRUE AND ONLY CAPTAIN THAT I RECOGNISE having to face stuffs like poor self esteem, crisis over his identities and the relationship between the ones around him) while on the process to understand what the plot has to do with itself.

True, I like to bully season 3, and with good reasons. But to be honest, it wasn't even bad at all. Troubles with Hogwarts Mystery always start when a certain developing company decides that MC has to be at the centre of literally everything going on a screen.

Did they deserve the leadership? Where they ready?

Spoiler: no.

They almost saved it when they decided to introduce us to Badger (LOVE OF A LIFETIME I FREAKING ADORE HIM) and Kneil. Bless them.

What I didn't like about season 4 overall it's its extreme filler, a overly long time to actually develop a twist and some characters that decided to take the time machine back to season 1 (hello Skye) and apparently forgot about the only good thing that happened in season 3 (aside Badger, love of a lifetime, I freaking adore him) aka developing and making amends.

But, aside that, this isn’t a roasting post at all, because…

🥁

I liked it. Not a lot, not extremely a lot but we are kind of back in a decent state for Quidditch:

Murphy had more than 5 minutes of screen time and only this could light up your day.

Also, his friendship it’s Budger is overwhelming. At the end they are just two misunderstood souls who found each other and it's beautiful.

Give a raise to whoever decided that Murphy and Orion has to team up once again.

And you, exactly you, Jam a city employer spying on us, I personally want to thank you again for making Orion and Skye fighting again.

THE TWINS OH BOY OH LORD.

I actually adored them. Especially Gruffyd, since Baglan it's an human case and has to be treated as such.

A thing that I want to say is that I understand perfectly their sub story. Because they are similar to Skye, according to the “family makes you suffer sometimes” but it's really enjoyable the fact that they decided to talk about what not only what their family represent but also what they went through and how it could possibly affect them, sparing from the same tragedy that hit their ancestor. I also adore that they implemented their need to be themselves while seeking love or appreciation and even a little bit of adventure just to escape from their name.

I admit that I've cried a little when Gruffyd said that they had struggles making friends because people make assumptions. It does scream “ERIKA RATH” everywhere, but on the other side it makes you reflect that at the end everyone involved in Quidditch is a little bit lonely because various issues. Relatable, sad but true.

Andre' lines where out of this world. The “Wellnelly pancakes” will never get old in this blog.

Also we are over discussing about what really matters.

Ethan Parkin was no where to be seen

Like this is literally a reason to institute a national holiday?!

I missed Charlie and I hate the opponent house captain. Just marry Bean and leave us alone cause I can totally see the tension!

Bonus:

Look.

I care about them. And let's be honest: so does some folks around;I still think that they have won the heart of so many because they are human.

I could end this, that's it, that's the post but no- I do want justice for the prefects but I want justice even for them.

I'm not asking to see them growing up, that's a beautiful utopia from my account. I just want to see them happy, even if MC is not involved.

So please Jam City, PLEASE, give them if not a sequel but a decent goodbye.

#justiceforthesquad

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #orion amari #skye parkin #murphy mcnully

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 43: IRISH GOLD

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

A/N: Katriona Cassiopeia belongs to my favourite @kc-and-co

The day of the final didn’t seem to pass. The sun had come out early in the morning, basking the city of tents in its warm, golden glow, and Lizzie and the others used the good weather to explore the campsite. They met old friends and made new ones, but even so, the hands on their watches moved as if they had been dipped in syrup.

As the evening drew close, the general tension grew, and the air was buzzing with anticipation by the time the sun had gone down.

Having stayed up late after her conversation with Orion, it was only when the low sound of the gong heralding the match’s beginning sounded across the campsite that Lizzie felt something like proper excitement overcoming her. They joined the throng of people streaming towards the Trillenium Stadium, the winding path flanked by red and green lights and thick with Irish and Bulgarian memorabilia.

After taking one last turn, the stadium came into view. It loomed high above the masses, casting a soft, golden light against the darkened sky. Singing, shouting, and the stomping of feet could already be heard from the inside, and Lizzie felt the butterflies swarming in her stomach as they showed their tickets and found their seats about three-quarters to the top.

Whatever deal Katriona and Skye had struck with their tickets, they had done well. Their places were almost in the middle of the stadium’s curve, with a perfect view of both sets of goalposts rising from the velvety green lawn. Lizzie breathed in the cool night air, her eyes sweeping over the surrounding ranks, brimming with energy.

Abrupt movement in the ranks below drew her attention. She scanned the crowd for the source of it and immediately drew her brows together in a frown. Skye must have also seen it because she nudged Lizzie in the side and nodded at the commotion.

“What’s she doing here?”

Below them, Rita Skeeter was moving through the ranks like a magenta-coloured shark in a sea of Irish green. With a flash of anxiousness, Lizzie waited for Matthew’s face to appear behind her, but luckily, he was nowhere to be seen; the friendship between him and the reporter seemed to have ended for good.

“Bad weeds grow tall,” Skye muttered, giving Rita a contemptuous look. “Do you think she’s snooping after you again?”

Lizzie shook her head. “I doubt it. I’m hardly the biggest headline around here.”

Skye made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a snort. “Hopefully. Can’t have her ruining the final.”

Lizzie was about to agree but was cut off when the magically enhanced voice of Ludo Bagman - the head of the Ministry’s Department of Magical Games and Sports - rose above the noise.

“Ladies and gentlemen… welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!”

A roar of approval went through the stadium as the gigantic magical scoring board changed from the tournament’s sponsors to show the names of the two competing teams. Bagman waited for the racket to die down before he continued.

“And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce… the Bulgarian Team Mascots!”

The hollering intensified as a group of otherworldly beautiful women glided onto the lawn below. As the Veela began to dance, Murphy and Orion both suddenly became very interested in their program leaflets, but Skye wasn’t as quick-thinking; Katriona and Lizzie had just enough time to reach for her shoulders and push her back into her seat as she made to shoulder her way to the front railing of their section.

The enchantment the Veela had placed on the crowd broke when the Irish Team Mascots made their appearance. The Leprechauns flew into the stadium in a flash of green and gold, forming a shamrock that soared above the cheering ranks and rained gleaming coins of gold on them.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch team!”

They clapped politely as seven players in red robes shot onto the pitch. They were promptly followed by the Irish, who received a considerably warmer welcome. The national anthems of both countries were being played, and while Lizzie didn’t sing along, she smiled to herself at the enthusiasm with which Murphy belted out the hymn of his country.

A tense silence settled over the stadium as the teams assembled at the centre circle. The silver whistle of the umpire flashed as he brought it to his lips. Its sound rang clear and sharp, and the Quaffle was thrown into the air. The final had begun.

Lizzie had been to many a Quidditch match in her time, but even so, the showdown between Ireland and Bulgaria wasn’t like anything she’d seen before. Bulgaria did their best to stem the fast-paced attacks of the Irish Chasers, but their skill was remarkable. Golden omnioculars gleamed from all across the stadium, but Lizzie soon found that she preferred seeing the match play out in real-time; watching how each player worked with their teammates like the cogs of two finely-tuned machines was a true joy.

“They’re so fast!” Katriona said to Lizzie as Ireland scored another goal. “I can barely see who’s who.”

“Because they’re all flying freaking Firebolts,” Skye snorted, motioning at the Irish Beater zooming past them.

“I’d sell my soul to fly one of those.”

“Get in line. Applied for one when looking for a replacement for my Comet, but you’d sooner have Snitches flying out your arse than getting your hands on one.” Skye cast a dark look at the Irish team. “And now we know why, too.”

The match soon grew increasingly heated. A gasp went through the ranks as the two Seekers suddenly plunged into a steep dive, their shapes reduced to two blurs of red and green racing towards the ground. At the very last moment, Victor Krum pulled his broom upwards, but Aiden Lynch - the Irish Seeker - wasn’t as lucky and made full contact with the ground.

After Lynch had returned to the air, the game threatened to slip into anarchy, the Bludgers flying too fast for even Murphy and Katriona to keep up. When the referee paused the match to decide on a penalty for the Irish, Katriona leaned over to Lizzie.

“Swap seats with me,” she said, rising to her feet. “Orion’s driving me crazy with all his Chaser nonsense. Come on, you two have all the technical talk I don’t want to be having, and I can watch the real stars of the show in peace.”

It was only with reluctance that Lizzie made to stand up as well when, suddenly, the Irish attacking formation scattered right in front of them. Lynch had shot through them from above, with Krum hard on his tails. Their robes billowed behind them as Krum drew level with Lynch, both of them approaching the ground at a rapid speed.

A roar that made the Trillenium Stadium shudder rose as Lynch collided with the ground a second time, and Victor Krum rose into the air. Blood was seeping from his broken nose and his expression was grim, but in his outstretched fist, he held the Golden Snitch.

There was a low rumble as murmurs of understanding passed through the stadium. Lizzie and thousands of others held their breath as the writing on the scoreboard changed. In flashing green and golden letters, it read:

Bulgaria - 160, Ireland - 170

It took a moment for the information to sink in, but then a wave of cheers brandished through the stands that made Lizzie’s ears ring.

“We won!” Murphy screamed with a cracking voice, hugging his wife, Orion, and the person sitting next to him. Tears were streaming down his face as he raised both his fists into the air. “Krum caught the Snitch, but we won!”

“What were the odds, McNully?” Skye shouted above the noise, but Murphy vigorously shook his head.

“Who cares about the bloody odds? We won!”

***

When Lizzie and the others arrived at the victory party of the Irish team, it had long since spilt from its initial area. It was like plunging into a whirlwind of green, white and orange; champagne, Irish beer and whiskey were flowing in gurgling streams from bottomless barrels into the glasses held beneath them, and the ecstatic sound of enchanted fiddles filled the air. At random intervals, Leprechauns would soar over the head of the celebrants, and several rainbows bathed everything in their colourful glow. They sprung from the centre of the scene, where the World Cup trophy throned on a pedestal surrounded by cauldrons of Leprechaun gold.

Lizzie watched the silver trophy gleam in the light, imagining how it would feel to hoist it towards stands filled with people shouting her name. She was so caught up in her daydreams that she didn’t pay attention to where she was going; as she turned to say something to Skye, all her friends had suddenly disappeared.

She wandered around on her own for a bit, wondering whether or not to congratulate those members of the Irish team she knew personally. Eventually, she decided against it; enough people wanted a piece of them tonight.

Suddenly feeling lonely, Lizzie searched the crowd for any sign of her friends. She spotted Katriona’s flaming red hair through a gap in the people, but just as she was about to set off towards her, someone else came pushing in her direction. Rita Skeeter’s bright coat stood out starkly against the mass of Irish green, her eyes behind her jewelled spectacles gleaming hungrily as they darted from face to face.

Lizzie didn’t think twice as she turned to walk away in the opposite direction. She had turned too quickly, though, and found herself stumbling backwards as she collided with the person who had walked past right behind her back.

“I’m so sorry! I really didn’t see you at all.”

“Don’t worry, I’m used to it,” the other woman said wryly. Her voice sounded familiar, but it took Lizzie another moment to recognise Morgaine Yarwood’s features beneath her mask of green-and-gold face paint. She was dressed all in green, and a crown of shamrocks sat upon her red hair.

“Morgaine,” Lizzie said in astonishment. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” Morgaine replied, but not unkindly. “I, for one, am celebrating the best team in the world!”

She had raised her voice at the last bit, getting cheers of approval from the people surrounding them. With a jolt, Lizzie realised how stupid her question had been. Morgaine was Irish, after all.

“Congratulations,” she dutifully said and meant it. “We all rooted for you.”

“We?” Morgaine tilted her head. “Who’s we?”

“Skye and her family,” Lizzie answered hurriedly; maybe her reply had come too quickly because Morgaine shook her head.

“You can say if you’re here with Orion. It’s cool.”

“It’s not. And I’m not. At least, not in the way you think.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” Lizzie said stubbornly. “Don’t worry, no breach of League statutes here.”

Her words had come out more bitter than Lizzie had meant to. Morgaine must have heard it, too, because she dropped her eyes.

“Even if there was, I wouldn’t tell. Really!” she added when Lizzie made a doubtful noise. “I was a right idiot towards you last season. I don’t think I ever properly apologised for it.”

Lizzie had to think about Morgaine’s part in Matthew’s scheming. The thought of her lost necklace still hurt, but her anger was towards Matthew, not Morgaine. She had fallen for his charm, like so many others, but when Lizzie told her so, Morgaine shook her head.

“It’s not fine at all. I took your necklace and let you and Skye tear each other apart over it. It was unfair to you and the team as well. Skye… let’s just say she made me see sense. And not only about the thing with your ex.”

She sighed. “Had I known how things were with you and Orion, I would have… I’d have done a lot of things differently. I thought you wanted a sideshow with someone who deserved better and didn’t care about our team rules, either. I was wrong in both regards, I know that now. How you stood up for us during the final, that’s not something everyone would have done.”

Lizzie smiled wryly. “You lost the championship because of me.”

“No one wanted that last shot, but you took it anyway. Forget what that Skeeter witch is writing. Everyone knows you didn’t fail it on purpose.”

“Thank you, but what’s done is done.” Even though she felt like crying, Lizzie forced herself to smile. “Good luck to you next season. And… with Orion, too. You’re right. He deserves better. Just make sure Ethan doesn’t know. It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to play against you.”

Morgaine looked baffled, and Lizzie turned to go without giving her a chance to respond. She cursed when she spotted Rita Skeeter again, pushing in their direction with a smirk. Having seen her, too, Morgaine leaned in to whisper into Lizzie’s ear.

“Go. I’ll take care of her.”

Pushing Lizzie to the side, she raised her thumb and index finger to her lips and whistled sharply. Several heads turned at the sound, the one of Rita Skeeter included.

“Hey, Rita!” Morgaine called out, her words more muddled than they had been just now. “Write about these Quaffles for a change!”

With that, she raised her shirt to under her chin, shouted “Ireland!” and darted away in the opposite direction of Lizzie, with Rita and her raised camera hot on her tails.

Shaking from her daze, Lizzie slipped through the laughing people and toward the exit. She had just passed the security wizards when Skye caught up with her.

“Oi, Jameson! Where are you off to?”

“I’ve had enough drunk Irish for the night. I was going to see if I could find Charlie. I’d like to see him before we leave again.”

Not giving Lizzie a chance to object, Skye motioned to someone in the crowd and then fell into step beside her. Lizzie suppressed a sigh; she had hoped for some time alone, but it looked like she was stuck with Skye now.

They walked for a little, and soon their surroundings became more quiet. There still was the odd group celebrating here and there, but for the most part, silence had descended upon the campsite. They chatted about the match and the party; learning about Lizzie’s encounter with Morgaine left Skye grinning broadly.

“Yarwood has some guts, but that’s something even for her.” She laughed to herself. “The things I’d given to see Skeeter’s face. What did she want from you, anyway?”

Lizzie shrugged. “She hounded me all year. Maybe it’s become a habit.”

“Yeah, but you were with McRae then. And Orion, at times,” Skye quipped, acutely unaware of Lizzie’s silence. “Where was he, anyway? I thought he was with you.”

“Why would he be?”

Skye shrugged. “It’s the World Cup final. Stranger things have happened.”

“Are you serious?” Lizzie huffed, the anger that had been building since the day of their arrival bubbling to the surface. “I’m not daft, Skye, and neither is Orion. You bringing us here was a shitty move if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Hold your Hippogriffs, Jameson. We just wanted to -”

“I don’t care what you wanted, why can’t you get that into your head?” Lizzie almost shouted, tears of frustration pricking at the back of her eyes. “You think you just toss him and me into this situation, and everything will turn out well? That’s not how it works!

“You bloody well know I love him, and yet you won’t stop dangling him in front of my nose. As if it was so easy! I’m on a different team now, I’m not part of all this anymore, and it doesn’t matter how much it hurts, we just can’t be together!”

She screwed her eyes shut, willing the tears of frustration and helplessness to go away.

“Having to leave him broke my heart, and I just want to get on with my life. I thought you, as my friend, would want to help me, but now I’m back to square one, and tomorrow I’m going to go back to my new home, and my new life, of which he isn’t part and never will be because even if there was a way for us, he believes that all of this shit is written in his bloody stars!”

Lizzie’s voice had risen with every word, and she now threw the bottle she’d been carrying to the ground from frustration. Skye didn’t look impressed by her rant. She shook her head at Lizzie.

“Mate, where’s your fire? Your spirit? If you want him so badly, fight for him!”

“Why fight when there’s no chance to win? Forcing me to try is just cruel.”

“Cruel?” Skye echoed. Her posture had changed, tension now bristling between the two witches.

Lizzie welcomed the idea of a fight wholeheartedly, but she never learned what Skye had to say because both of them suddenly fell silent.

Somebody was screaming.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #orion amari x mc #lizzie jameson #murphy mcnully #skye parkin #balance series #search for balance #sfb

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