#orion x mc

[infamous-if]

10 with orion? 👀

Next RO~ ( I'll do 1 for each RO + the poly and then do the rest :>)

10. "Please... what am I doing wrong?" "What aren't you doing wrong?!" (i changed it just a bit)

"Alright, alright. Stop."

The music cuts off. Your friends groan and you huff out a sigh.

You're going to kill someone.

This night has been the longest in recent memory. The moment you stepped into the studio, the universe has been determined to make nothing work. The sound was off, the vibes weren't meshing well, and the entire band seems to be on their last nerve. Even frustratingly neutral Orion has grown irritated. You can see it in his furrowed brows, the way his voice pitches whenever he notices something wrong.

You put your hands on your hips, trying to keep your voice even. Your patience has been fraying since the first complaint when Orion decided it was appropriate to comment on the fact that you came in wearing pajamas....to the studio. At three a.m. "What now?"

"It's not working." Orion huffs through the mic and runs a hand through his hair before waving you guys away. "Just go home. We'll pick this up tomorrow."

"Thank God," Rowan mumbles. He's practically speeding away, not bothering to say another word. Your bandmates follow suit, mumbling halfhearted farewells before filtering out of the studio.

Somehow the producer is gone too, leaving you and Orion alone. He grumbles something, pacing back and forth, as you open the door of the booth and step out back into reality.

Orion doesn't notice you--or doesn't care, most likely--and continues mumbling. Ah. He's in one of those moods. The one where he hates the world and takes it out on his work.

"It's not that serious." You shrug. "We'll get it eventually. We always do."

"This was a waste of time," Orion groans. "Two hours down the drain."

You step closer. "How was it a waste of time? Work was done-"

"Unproductive work," he grits out, facing you with brows knitted.

You stare at him a moment. His anger can't just be on the work, can it?

"Orion-"

He shakes his head. "Forget it. I need to clean this up." Turning around, you watch as Orion furiously picks up the papers on the table. He seems to be looking for something and he stops. "Did you bring the notes I told you to bring?"

You pause a moment. Then the realization hits you. Shit. "Ah...I forgot-"

"Wonderful," he mutters, shaking his head. "Juuust wonderful."

"Orion." You clench your jaw. "You don't need to be an ass."

"I'm not." He frowns. "Being upset at your mistakes isn't being an ass."

"Mistakes?" you guffaw. "Like plural?"

He makes a sound in his throat. "That's how language works. Yes."

"Don't get smart with me." Your voice rises. "What have I done wrong?"

"What have you not done wrong?!" he says with equal severity. He whirls around to face you, moving too quickly. His elbow hits a shelf with a row of vinyls, everything tumbling to the ground.

Silence.

And then-

"Shit."

Orion bends down to pick it up and you follow a moment later. You two don't say anything a moment before he says: "I'm sorry." His voice is quiet, unfamiliarly soft. "I didn't mean to yell."

"It's okay-"

"It's not okay." He shakes his head. "I've just been a mess lately. Nothing has been going right for me. But this? This is what I'm good at. Work is what I'm good at. And when I fail at work-"

"You think you fail at everything."

He says nothing, face darkening when he continues to pick up the records. "...Yeah."

You stare at him, dropping the records in your hand to touch his cheek. "You don't fail with me."

His eyes land on yours and he smiles a little, but it looks more like a wince. He turns his head to rest his cheek in your hand. "Give it a few days. You'll be sick of me in no time."

"Not likely." You smile.

Something dark crosses his eyes, and you watch the way his hesitant gaze lowers to your mouth. You clear your throat, and Orion leans in, lips parting. He's never tried to kiss you at work before-

"Hey, did you know there's a two for one deal at McDonalds-" The producer stops mid-entrance. You and Orion quickly move away, pretending to be busy with picking up the records. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," you and Orion say in unison.

Unfortunately.

#drabble #orion x mc #inbox #hehe #obligatory this isn't edited

[orion4ever]

Author's Note: I was inspired by a recent post of mine about Cliff's protective nature towards MC and how he reacts when Baxter and MC reunite and get back together. I believe Cove keeps Cliff updated on EVERYTHING!

This would take place after the events of the Baxter DLC, The timing is up to you!

Pairing: Baxter Ward x MC

Cliff Holden was currently unboxing some new shipments When he heard the store's front doorbell ring a few times.

He emerged from the backroom to see his son and his group of friends. He instantly had a huge grin on his face as he welcomed them.

"Hey, Bud." He greeted nonchalantly, earning a small 'Hey' from his son.

"Oh! Hello, Terry and Miranda! It's always nice seeing you two" he greeted warmly, earning himself an enthusiastic "Heeyyyyy!" from Terry and a small wave from Miranda.

"And of course, MC and-" he paused when he saw the new face standing next to MC with a sheepish smile. He looked familiar but he couldn't put a name to the face.

"Oh! Hey! It's always nice seeing a new face, I am Cliff" he greeted with a grin.

The 'stranger' smile grows a little. "Hello. We've already met before...I was staying in the condo next to yours five years ago..?" The black-haired man said. "Baxter Ward?" He added.

Cliff deflated for a minute. He had remembered, now that Baxter hiked his memory. Cove had updated Cliff on the entire series of events about Baxter and MC.

He was told how the eccentric monochromatic tourist had gotten together with his long-term neighbor and son's best friend.

He was also told about how the same eccentric monochromatic tourist had dumped MC at the end of the summer and vowed to never see them again.

Baxter had always been very neighborly and amiable towards Mr. Holden himself, always greeting him and giving tidbits about his plans for the day.

But...

He couldn't forget how heartbroken MC was over the breakup. It always seemed like they had some unheeded feelings that will most likely never be addressed or explained; leaving MC confused and sad over it all.

Like Noelani and Pamela’s first reaction to the reappearance of Baxter; His excitement melted in the California heat.

“Oh.” Cliff mumbled.

He then walked to stand behind the register took out a long box and continued to talk with everyone.

“So , What brings you back in town, Baxter?”

“Well.-“ Baxter was then promptly interrupted by the sound of a box opening and a metal clanking sound hitting the counter.

Cliff casually unboxed a box of fishing harpoons while staring right at Baxter.

“Well, we wanted to visit the shopping district again to relax.” Baxter finished , he had his usual grin but it looked a tiny bit wobbly.

“Uh-huh,” Cliff said, placing another fishing harpoon on the table casually again. “Ignore me. These are new shipments.” Cliff reiterated, with a slightly forced smile.

Not wanting to stay in this awkward and slightly threatening silence, MC speaks up.

“Mr. Holden , me and Baxter are back together; don’t be too hard on him” they said both in a jokey and genuine sense.

Cliff chuckled a little. “I won’t , don’t worry!” He smiled , shining the threatening harpoons.

Miranda giggled a little , either out of nervousness or whatever was going on. Terry being the social butterfly he is bounced right back.

“B-man invited everyone to lunch so we gotta head out soon!” He stated , giving Baxter a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah. We just wanted to stop by , Dad” Cove said with a smile. Cliff nodded to that. “I appreciate you for thinking about your old man, Cove.”

“Your not old , Mr.Holden. Your only like 49.”

“Pfft-, 49?!? MC. I promise ,I am not that old” he cackled lightheartedly. Before he started waving the group off. “You kids go on now, You don’t have to stay to keep me company.”

As they all began exiting , he stopped Baxter. “Uh , Baxter. A word?” He asked , a serious tone in his voice.

Baxter didn’t say anything but he did move to properly look at the older gentleman. He had a abased frown.

“I don’t want any funny business with you,” Cliff said, crossing his arms. “MC has been a massive support to both Cove and myself for a long time. It would be sad to see them be heartbroken again.” He continued, he wasn’t joking around.

Baxter Ward stood up straighter and said. “Mr. Holden. I assure you that this time, I am here to stay.” He said, putting a pale hand to his purple button-up.

“I understand your concern. I haven’t made a good impression by doing that years ago. I am sorry for that. I truly do care for MC and I want to be with them.”

He finished it off with a slight bow of his head.

Cliff unfolded his arms and gave Baxter’s shoulder a strong but not painful squeeze. “Good. I hope we can become good friends then.”

Cliff then let Baxter go to join the rest of the group with a small hopeful smile.

#olba #our life beginnings & always #olba baxter #baxter ward #fanfic #our life beginning & always Baxter #olba mc #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc #olba cliff #cliff holden #gb patch #cliff casually threatens Baxter with a harpoon #casual protective behavior #fr #☺️ #orion fic

[limielle]

a little taste of death

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #tav #tav bg3 #ujhhhh what is the ship name #tavstarion #? #LMFAO #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #oc: orion #tiefling #dnd #d&d #illustration #myart #mielle why did u draw a dark purple setting when ur tiefling is dark purple #this is a redraw of a thing i did in 2021 i will post the side by side separately so i dont toot my own horn on this post xd

[clouduru-chan]

Well I decided to write something about some yanderes, well I'm kind of new to this, so sorry for any mistakes, well in the Brazilian yandere community, we usually write headcanons of some characters, as well as realizing that there were no headcanons for some characters here on Tumblr, I decided to write a little about them.

Yandere reacting to reader who cosplays

Monika

- Well, you have only been dating a short time, and she knew that you loved to watch anime, series and Doramas, read some manga and light novels or play some video games, and since you know her well, you call her to watch something that involves romance;

- But something caught you off guard, when you simply showed up at the meeting with the cosplay of a romance anime you like to watch with your girlfriend;

- You did it because it might please your beautiful girlfriend;

- you cosplayed Kaguya Shinomiya from Kaguya Sama wa kokurasetai;

- Well you just wanted to surprise her, and Monika rather liked that, and with that she pours sweet kisses all over your face, and you turn into a blushing mess;

- You get a little clumsy around your girlfriend, so you don't get into the role of Kaguya too much;

- Monika loves how Kaguya Sama's school uniform dress looks perfect on you;

- Well you have been doing character cosplays for quite a while now, so it would be nice if your girlfriend knew about it;

- Well Monika realized at first that this was not the first cosplay, as it was very well done;

- When you stopped being embarrassed by the situation, you decided to act like the character you had cosplayed;

- Monika laughed a lot at your performances, because you were able to get perfectly into the role of the character;

- She loved the work you did just for her, you had so much love and dedication to it, she feels sweet, she will one day repay that;

Ayano Aishi

- She was waiting for you outside your room, but out of nowhere she feels caught, she feels your hands on her thighs and back, you had picked her up;

- This yandere turned extremely red when you did this, and when she looked at you, you were in costume;

- You were cosplaying Yuji Itadori from Jujutsu kaisen;

- The two of you kind of decided to hang out together at the comic con, to tell you the truth, you were the one who urged her to go to the event;

- At the event, you were holding hands the whole time;

- Ayano wasn't in cosplay, since she didn't see much point in it, but so that people wouldn't look down on her for not wearing something from pop culture, you lent her your Attack on Titan freedom wings sweatshirt;

- Ayano was extremely happy and flushed with this gesture, it will be a little difficult for her to return the sweatshirt to you, as she will place it on her altar with other of her belongings;

- At the event, many people came up to you to compliment the cosplay, but until one person came up, making a reference to the anime:

" What is your type of woman"

Ayano grimaced at that, why ask such a personal and stupid question?

She hadn't understood the reference, so you got into character.

"My kind of woman? My kind of woman is tall and big-butt, just like my girlfriend Ayano Aishi! He then points to the dark-haired girl.

Congratulations you have made this yandere extremely clueless.

Alan Orion

- Alan had arranged for you to go out into the forest, since he had a surprise for you;

- But you had an appointment, so you told him you were going to be a little late, of course he was annoyed by this, what was more important than him?!;

- Well you had to go to an anime event that was going to be held at the gym, a lot of people who like pop culture went there, so obviously to show your work, so you went in cosplay;

- The cosplayer you did was Rem from Re: Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu;

- After the event, you were in a hurry to go see your boyfriend, because you knew he had been upset with you for changing the appointment time;

- By this time you hadn't even taken off the accessories you were wearing to make the cosplay, so you go straight into the forest to see that man;

- When you arrived, Alan was sitting with his back to you, and as soon as you approached him, your boyfriend's heterochromatic eyes sparkled with admiration; he thought you were late just to get ready like that just for him;

- Well, his intention when he called you was to fuck you hard in the forest, to get you addicted to his cock, but seeing you dressed like that made him hard right away;

- You kind of won't feel your legs for a week anymore;

Sunny day Jack

- Jack was wondering why you were taking so long in the room;

- He was intrigued in what you were doing, as this ghost was curious of what your Sunshine was doing, so he opened the door to your room;

- When he was going to ask how you were, he looked at you, you were wearing strange clothes, wearing a pink wig and contact lenses of the same color, as well as a well-made makeup over your face, making you look very effeminate;

- You jumped when he saw you cosplaying Astolfo from Fate: Apocrypha;

- Well, you decided to step into the role of the character, just to tease Jack for breaking into your room;

"Oh! So you are my master?! Then I will introduce myself! For it is very important to speak my real name! So, my name is Astolfo! One of the twelve paladins of Charles Magno! It's a pleasure" you played the role of getting all excited, quickly approaching the blue-haired man.

" What about yours?" You had a huge smile on your face, you had really gotten into character, Jack was impressed, even though he didn't understand the reference he quite liked it, especially the master part.

- Jack picks you up and puts you on the bed, he would give you lots of love, because as you said, he was your master;

#anime #jujutsu kaisen #sunny day jack #sunny day jack x mc #sunny day jack x reader #ayano aishi #ayano Aishi x reader #alan orion #my dear hatchet man #alan orion x reader #my dear hatchet man x reader #Rem #swwsdj x reader #re: life in a different world from zero #fate apocrypha #astolfo #monika #doki doki literature club #ddlc #monika x reader

[linkysmommy]

“I’d take the hurt over and over again if it meant that someday, I’d get to meet you.”

Thank you so much @somewillwin for the gorgeous, stunning commission of Lincoln McQuoid and my ILW MC, Orion Murphy! It’s so beautiful, I’m so in love 🥰🥹💜

#ilw #it lives within #playchoices #lincoln mcquoid #oc orion murphy #lincoln x mc #ilw art #ilitw #ilb #it lives anthology

[lifeofkaze]

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.”

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

[mahariel-theirin]

Aoi Muse x Orion Quinn

from @infamous-if

#infamous if #orion quinn #mc aoi muse #aoi x orion

[moonwater-hphm]

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

[dovahkiin-19]

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

#hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #murphy mcnully #skye parkin #erika rath #quidditch gang #mc x orion amari #mc x murphy mcnully #mc x skye parkin #mc x erika rath #let us date them #jam city please #why isn't it possible?

[infamous-if]

romancing Orion sounds like the living embodiment of chatting up a brick wall but (un)luckily for him I am nothing if not persistent. This is a battle of endurance and I play to win

that is literally what it means to romance Orion hahaha

he has two default emotional states:

unamused

unimpressed

Orion has a lot of endurance and he will not make it easy for mc lolll

#orion quinn #queued #inbox #an outgoing humorous MC would be funny for Orion #sunshine x grump?

[orion4ever]

Inspired by my own idea!

Prologue/Sneak Peak

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There is a superstition known as the ‘Red String Theory”. It originated in China; It is the belief that no matter the location or circumstance, fate always connects destined lovers. ; as close as a house away or in different cities. The carmine string symbolizes happiness and love, it can stretch and tangle up, but it will never break; like a human connection.

A good example of the red string theory would be Baxter Ward and Y/N L/N. They met as teenagers, looking for someone to dance with. They didn’t know it then but the string forever connected them; resurfacing again when they were both new adults just stepping into the real world. The two got together and learned about the strangers they once shared a dance with. They loved each other, Baxter Ward never knew he could feel this comfortable and happy with someone, he wanted to stay, stay in the small tourist trap town and have Y/N be with him for eternity, he wanted their smile, their company, their love; but then he second-guessed himself.

While he may want all that and more with them, did they feel the same? What if he made Y/N feel obligated to say yes to him? What if he held them back from better things, just so that he could call them his partner?

And what exactly did he have to offer them?

The answer, at least to Baxter, was.

Nothing.

He had nothing he could offer and share with them, at least nothing worthwhile. He was partying on his parent’s money but how long would that last until he had to make his own? Working would take up a lot of time as well so he couldn’t offer much of a good conversation either. Why would he hold Y/N back from finding someone who could offer all that he couldn’t, who gave him the right?

No one did. So he left.

He left them heartbroken outside the cozy condo that he grew comfortable in. He grew cold when seeing how upset they were but he knew this was best for them. This was a phase, a feeling that would go away when he left. Y/N was too good for him and will find someone who deserves all their undivided attention. Baxter Ward wasn’t one to step on anyone's toes.

When he left that morning, the red string grew looser the further he went. To avoid overthinking his decision;

Baxter worked as a wedding planner.

#olba #baxter ward #our life beginnings & always #orion4ever #olba baxter #fanfic #gb patch #olnf #baxter ward x reader #baxter x reader #our life beginning & always baxter #our life baxter #i hope you enjoy the series! #orion fic #rebound #baxter ward x mc #baxter ward x you

[limielle]

honeyed words on a honey moon

#astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #tav bg3 #tav #oc: orion #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #d&d #tiefling #dnd #myart #this is also a redraw !! which i will post side by side in another post Again #anyways there is a painting of sunflowers because i think orion would fill their house with things that remind astarion of #how colourful the outside can be #until they figure out how to make him walk in the sun again !!!!!!! #bg3 oc

[clouduru-chan]

Yandere wrong situations

I decided to do something a little funny, so here it is

Sunny day Jack: What is the biggest planet.... in the solaaaar system!

Jhon Doe, Press the button to answer the question: Sun!

Jack stared at it, he was horrified by the wrong answer that Doe gave

Reader: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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Reader: Hey Alan! Did you know that if you stick drugs up your ass you get high?

Alan: Know

Reader: How do you know that Alan?!

Alan tries to disguise the situation a little.

Reader: ALAN!

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Reader Pointing at Peter: Do you think this guy is good?! He's evil! believe me!

Peter: I think you're a little stressed...

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Sunny day Jack: Good morning!

Alan: good morning is the fuck !

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reader realizing that there are a lot of crazy people behind her because they are in love with him.

Reader: My life is a disgrace! It's trouble all the time! I have no peace!

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reader Brazilian: Fuck do you know Paola?

Ayano getting jealous.

Ayano: that Paola ?

Reader Brazilian: The Paola of the flying pussy! who sits on the dick, and who fucks, fucks, fucks, fucks hard. Who keeps looking at you with the face of a dog....

Ayano was looking at you horrified by that, because she really didn't expect that.

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Reader: Does my dog ​​have a problem? Of course not, he's just mentally ill like me

You were pointing at Bo who was on the roof threatening anyone who touches you.

Reader: GET OUT OF THE BO!

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Bo: El lobo sempre cuida de su loba! Auuuuuuuuuuuu

music from Animals of maroon 5 starts to play in the background.

Reader: Bo, what the hell is that?

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John doe: hey best friend i love you so

Reader: HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY ROOM?!

John doe: ...... I said I love you?

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Dad: Hey son/daughter what are you seeing on your smartphone?

Reader: Yeah.... Nothing, father, I'm looking at a coloring book... é.....

Reader playing something's wrong with Sunny day Jack.

Dad: FREE WHORE?!

Reader: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

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Monika: You and me aways forever *singing*

Sunny day Jack: I'm handsome, I'm hot!ball game and dance! I'm handsome, I'm hot

Alan: I WANT TO SMOKE WEEDAAAAAAAAAA! MA-RI-HUA-NA!

Jonh doe: I WANT SEXOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Reader: What the fuck -

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#anime #something is wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack x mc #submission #sunny day jack #sunny day jack x reader #ayano aishi x reader #ayano aishi #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #swwsdj x reader #swwsdj #alan orion x reader #alan orion #my dear hatchet man x reader #my dear hatchet man #john doe #john doe x reader #monika x reader #monika #ddlc #doki doki literature club #dachabo #dachabo x reader #your boyfriend visual novel

[rayraelleaizawa]

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?

#orion amari x mc #orion amari #orion amari x reader #orion #hogwarts mystery #hphm #quidditch #skye parkin #murphy mcnully #erika rath

[tumortain]

#please... the fact he doesn't like sweets........ hsdfjksdfkdsjfkds #infamous if #orion quinn x mc

[lifeofkaze]

A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 39: ONE LAST SHOT

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

After Lizzie’s speech, it was with renewed fire that the Wigtown Wanderers rose into the air. 

With Skye being taken out of the game, the Montrose Magpies’ dominance became almost crushing. They had the advantage in numbers, and with a manoeuvre as spectacular as the Quaffle Cutback used against them, the team from Montrose was even more intent on proving they were the reigning champions for a reason.

At least for now, where Lizzie and her team were concerned, who fought against the Magpies’ onslaught tooth and nail. Time was playing into their hands; they were a few hours into the match, and the sun that had stood high in the sky in the beginning was slowly edging its way toward the horizon. It shone directly into the face of Montrose’s Keeper, forcing Anthony O’Leary to shield his eyes from its light with one hand at all times.

Lizzie and Orion quickly figured out how to use the changed conditions to their advantage. They advanced on the squinting O’Leary simultaneously, swooping in on him with the sun directly in their backs and passing the Quaffle to the other at the very last moment. O’Leary stood no chance against them that way, having to watch helplessly as the Quaffle soared past him and through the goalposts time and time again.

The Wanderers quickly racked up points that way, their Beaters working overtime to make sure the Quaffle stayed in Wigtown’s possession. When Lizzie and Orion advanced on the goalposts yet again, the Beaters from Montrose had enough; they made short work of a Bludger flying past them, simultaneously hitting it with both their bats and hurtling it toward Orion. Lizzie saw the spinning iron sphere in time and called out, giving Orion just enough time to fly a swerve and let the Bludger shoot past him.

Having missed its intended mark, the Bludger spun onwards. It passed into the Magpies’ scoring zone, coming at Anthony O’Leary straight in line with the sun. A collective gasp went through the stands as it collided with his helmet, knocking both the Keeper and his broom against the goalposts. O’Leary crumpled on his broomstick and, all tension having left his body, spiralled slowly towards the ground. 

Like the Wanderers had before, the Magpies gathered around their injured Keeper, and after a quick conversation between their captain and the umpire, the match resumed with evened out numbers. 

Lizzie had observed the situation with a mixture of worry and hope. Her mind was racing; she felt bad for even thinking it, but O’Leary’s knock-out was more than fortunate for them. She caught Orion’s eye, who nodded at her briefly; he seemed to be thinking the same. Feeling a little less guilty, Lizzie steered her broomstick back to the centre circle, where the Quaffle would be released again. It was time to turn the tide for good. 

With O’Leary gone, the Montrose Beaters now focused most of their attention on Lizzie and Orion to keep them from scoring. Bethany Tweed and Dougal Docherty did their best to keep their remaining two Chasers out of harm’s way, but even so outflying the Bludgers sent after them was no easy feat.

All the while, the Seekers were fighting their own battle. Being left without support from their respective Beaters, they zoomed across the Quidditch pitch both horizontally, vertically, and in wild spirals, trying to outsmart each other with  flying manoeuvres that became both more desperate and reckless by the second. 

Lizzie paid their antics little mind. Her mind was focused on scoring, and with Montrose’s goalposts abandoned, she and Orion managed to do so more than once. She was just flying by the hollering stands in celebration when two broomsticks shot past her so quickly that her ponytail was whipped into her face. 

Scout Sheridan lay flat on her broom, her hand outstretched and only inches away from the blurred fleck of gold racing to evade her grasp. Hawk Huntington, the Magpies’ Seeker, was close on her broomstick bristles, his black-and-white robes billowing behind him as he tried gaining ground. He was fuelled by sheer desperation. If the Wanderers caught the Snitch now, the match would be over and they would win. If the Magpies caught it, however, there was still a chance for them. The Wanderers were leading with 150 points. If Montrose caught the Snitch, there would be a shoot-out. 

The hunt for the Quaffle forgotten, Lizzie, the stands, and the rest of the assembled players watched as Scout and Huntington raced for the championship. Huntington urged his broomstick on, ever so slowly inching closer. Lizzie held her breath. Scout was still ahead, and so close to catching the Snitch, but Huntington was taller, and with a better reach. Scout’s fingers were just moments away from triumph, her fingertips almost grazing the rapidly beating wings of the Snitch, when Huntington lurched forward, pushed her arm aside, and closed his fist around the fluttering golden ball. 

Singled-out cheers came from the Montrose fans as apprehensive silence settled over the stadium. The announcer cleared his throat. 

“Huntington catches the Golden Snitch in a spectacular head-to-head race with Sheridan and secures 150 points for the Montrose Magpies.” His voice quivered with excitement. “That makes the score even, ladies and gentlemen. The unthinkable has happened - the match is not finished. The new champion of the British and Irish Quidditch League will be determined in a shoot-out!”

Lizzie tried in vain to push away the anxiety building in her stomach as the announcer went on to explain the rules. Substitutions for injured players still weren’t allowed, but different to the regular playtime, every player on the pitch could try and score. Gathering her team around her, she let her eyes wander over their tired but determined faces. Her gaze lingered on Warren Porter, their Keeper, in particular. The bulk of the pressure was resting on his broad shoulders now. 

From out of nowhere, the last time she had won a trophy popped up in Lizzie’s mind. Hufflepuff had played Gryffindor for the House Cup, and their Keeper had been knocked unconscious pretty early in the game. Everything had looked like they were headed into a shoot-out as well, and it had only been thanks to a veritable last-second goal from Skye that they had been able to secure the deciding points before the match had ended.

Back then, Lizzie had been relieved that they had avoided having to go into a shoot-out. This time, everything was different. This time, they still had a Keeper. 

“Everything’s settled, then,” she smiled at her team encouragingly after all technicalities had been sorted. All, but one. “Who wants to go last?” 

Her question was met with awkward silence. Lizzie had expected no different. The rules had both teams taking turns, and Montrose would be going first. Being the follow-up added an additional layer of pressure; the first team set the bar, the second could do nothing but react. The last player to score mostly had it worst. Usually, one team or another would have failed at least one shot at this point, so the responsibility of either getting their team into a second round or securing the win rested solely on their shoulders. 

Lizzie waited for anyone to speak up, but unsurprisingly, no one did. Presently, Orion took heart. 

“The last of us will need shoulders strong enough to carry the result of everyone preceding him. It is no easy task. It should be someone used to handling the Quaffle and the pressure. You led us well to this point, Captain. It’d be an honour to relieve you of the responsibility, if you want me to.”

Lizzie gave him a grateful look, but she could tell that Orion wasn’t actually keen on the job. He had a point, though. She had led their team through the better part of this match. She had done what was expected of her, but her task wasn’t over yet. She swallowed heavily.

“We need to start off on the right foot, so I want you to go first.” Gripping the handle of her broomstick tighter, she did her best to quell the dropping feeling in her stomach. “The last shot’s gonna be mine.”

They all nodded at each other once, then joined the Magpies and the referee at the centre circle. The shoot-out began. The first player to go was one of the Magpies’ Beaters, a stocky, dark-skinned wizard who came at Warren hovering before the goalposts with force. He made his shot with strength but little precision, but still it went past Warren’s outstretched hands. Lizzie held her breath as the Quaffle bounced off the metal of the leftmost hoop and fell through it on the other side a moment later. Trying to mask her disappointment, she scoffed.

“A weak shot if I’ve ever seen one. Hitting the rings is such a rookie mistake.”

“For you maybe,” Bethany Tweed replied. She was hovering next in line to Lizzie, her face having taken on a greyish tint. “I’ll be happy to score, no matter how.” 

Lizzie made a non-committal noise, her mind already elsewhere. It was Orion’s turn now. He took position a short distance from the scoring zone, looking neither left nor right as he focused on the goalposts gleaming and the Magpies’ Seeker - who filled in for their missing Keeper - in front of him. 

When the umpire blew his whistle, Orion leaned forward and accelerated. As soon as he was within shooting range he leaned to the right, and as Huntington dived in the same direction, Orion whipped his Nimbus around, took aim, and threw the Quaffle through the now unguarded left ring. Lizzie and the other Wanderers cheered and clapped for him together with the rest of the stadium as Orion returned to where they were hovering with their arms around each other's shoulders. Giving her a taut smile, he took his place next to her. 

The shoot-out carried on in much the same fashion. The Chasers from Montrose did their job well, as did Warren and Huntington. Defending a penalty shot was difficult, however, and despite Warren’s skill and Huntington’s luck, both of them managed to only save a single shot each. 

When it was Warren’s turn to score, his frustration was almost palpable. With the encouraging words of his teammates in his back, he positively ripped the Quaffle from the referee’s hands. He shot towards the goalposts fast as a Bludger, throwing the Quaffle with so much force that it almost flew right over the top of the hoops. Lizzie’s heart gave a squeeze when it grazed the inner circle of the middle ring, but then it dropped through and fell to the other side regardless.

With every player taking their turn while she was forced to wait, the knot in Lizzie’s stomach tightened. By the time the Magpies’ captain drew up to make her goal, her breathing had become shallow, her skin feeling like ants were crawling beneath the surface. When Montrose had made their final goal, Lizzie took hold of the handle of her Silverswift. She held onto it with a lot more force than necessary, and found that beneath her Quidditch gloves, her palms were sweaty. 

“Fly with calm and confidence, shoot with courage and fire,” Orion told her so quietly that only she could hear him. 

Lizzie nodded at him briefly, and after giving her shoulder an encouraging squeeze, he let her go. She flew to where the referee was waiting for her, hoping he wouldn’t see how badly her hands were shaking. She hovered there, between the centre circle and the scoring zone, her heart pounding in her ears. 

A hush had fallen over the stadium. Lizzie was the last player to fly, and Montrose in the lead with one goal. If she failed her shot, the shoot-out would be over. If she scored, they would go into a second round. This was it, the defining moment of the match, of the last three years of her life. The moment she’d been waiting for. The moment people would remember.

She had one shot, and she intended on using it well. 

Drawing a shaky breath, Lizzie glanced over her shoulder to where her team was hovering. Her eyes found Orion, who gave her a small nod, and as Lizzie turned from him, finally, she felt calm descend on her. It would be Orion’s turn next, and his first goal had been unsaveable. There was no way the Montrose Beater would score a second time. Orion would win the championship for them, Lizzie was sure of it. She could feel it. All she needed to do was make sure he got the chance to.

The thought carried her as the whistle blew and she sped up, racing her Silverswift towards the scoring zone. The noise in her mind faded, as did the stands that were reduced to a colourful blur at the edge of her vision. There was nothing left but the beating of her heart and the sound of wind rushing past her. 

Her eyes fixed on Huntington, hovering in front of the goalposts and waiting for her to give him a clue about what she  was going to do. Lizzie didn’t give him one. She waited for the last possible moment, until Huntington had no choice but to take a guess. Putting all on one card, he leaned toward the right goalpost, just like Lizzie had expected. She shifted her weight, swerved, and threw the Quaffle at the middle ring. Her lips curved into a relieved smile as her opponent reached for the ball and failed. It went right past him, dropped just the way Lizzie had calculated it would, and…

The dull, metallic ring as the Quaffle bounced against the base of the hoop and dropped down in front of it echoed through the stadium. Lizzie’s smile froze. She stared at the goalposts, not quite able to comprehend what had just happened. 

For an awfully long moment, everything was silent. 

Then, every witch and wizard in back-and-white erupted into screams. The stands were heaving, the commentator announcing the final score with a broken voice. The Montrose Magpies flew past Lizzie in a blur, hugging both their Seeker and each other, screaming, shouting, singing, none of them minding Lizzie, who stood still in the air next to them, frozen, shocked, and utterly empty inside. 

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