#Why Orion doesn't babysit...

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Why Orion doesn't babysit...(

Regulus Black AU

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: There are reasons Orion doesn't babysit. (Based off an episode of Last Man Standing)

Rating :T

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“That was a nice dinner, Reg. I’m glad that you agreed to speak to me again.”

Sirius said with a grin as he closed the door behind him. After not speaking to each other in years, Regulus had finally approached Sirius about making up. Sirius knew that it was no easy feat for Regulus either. For Regulus Black to apologize about anything was about as rare as seeing a unicorn.

Something told Sirius that you were partially behind the apology too. After you gave birth to Regulus’ son, you had been trying to gently nudge Regulus in the direction of speaking to his brother again. You had been the one to approach Siruis after Walburga died. Apparently both Regulus and Orion were debating on if they should have went along with Walburga or not. It took maybe two months and Regulus turned up at Sirius’ door.

“You’re welcome. Please don’t push your luck.”

Regulus commented as Orion got up from the couch. He was happy to be talking to Sirius again too (even if he wouldn’t say it). There were still somethings that Regulus wasn’t totally comfortable with. You sat down next to Remus on the couch.

“You lot are back earlier than I thought.”

Regulus nodded, glancing around for Oliver. It wasn’t often that Regulus asked Orion to watch his grandson and he was about to remember why.

“Yes, our reservation was moved up. Where is Oliver?”

Orion glanced over his shoulder. Oliver had been one good little boy. He reminded Orion so much of Regulus as a child. It was like seeing the little star of the family all over again.

“I think he went to the lavatory. He��s a good kid. I only had to spank him the one time.”

A dead silence quickly overtook the room. Both Regulus and yourself turned to Orion with a frown while Sirius muttered “oh fuck” under his breath. You turned to your father-in-law speaking before Regulus lost his shit.

“Orion, you shouldn’t have done that.”

Orion shrugged.

“My shoulder is fine.”

Regulus rubbed a hand over his face before counting to ten.

“Father, we never spank Oliver! What were you thinking.”

Orion sat back down.

“No wonder he looked so surprised.”

Regulus started to get loud right away. You gently put a hand on his chest hoping to calm him down.

“Orion, what happened?”

“I told him to clean his toys up. He said make me so I did.”

Regulus growled. This was the last thing that he wanted to deal with. After growing up in a house where he was hit on the regular basis the last thing that he wanted was for Oliver to grow up that way. Normally all it took was for Regulus to give Oliver a glare and the little boy was doing exactly what was asked of him.

“Father, again we do not spank our son. Haven’t you learned from the way that Sirius and I were raised that spanking a kid doesn’t do any good? We don’t want Oliver to be afraid of us.”

“Alright, Regulus you made your point.”

Orion rolled his eyes and moved to take a sip of his tea. He got up and walked over to the coat closet. Halfway through putting on his coat, Orion turned to look at you. You hadn’t said much since a few moments before. Orion wasn’t a fool either. He knew that you were not about to push Regulus when he was angry. No one wanted to deal with that.

“Y/n, dear, may I ask you a question?”

You nodded as Regulus walked over to Sirius muttering something in French. Sirius elbowed his brother to pay attention to what their father was saying. While things with Orion had gotten better, Sirius still didn’t exactly trust his father 100%.

“Does Regulus pick up his socks?”

“Yes.”

You replied. Orion held his hand up before opening the door.

“You’re welcome.”

When Orion was gone, Regulus turned to look at you before shaking hs hand. Running a hand through his hair, Regulus went off in search of something stronger to drink.

“Never again! That crazy old man is not watching our son again! I am about to put dad in a home.”

Sirius and Remus were looking at each other with wide eyes. Chuckling, Sirius turned to look at you.

“Regulus used to hate picking up his socks. Dad let it go for a little bit. When Mum finally bitched about it enough, Dad unfortunalty let Regulus have it.”

Regulus came back into the room with Oliver behin him.

“Sit down.”

Regulus said calmly. Oliver sat down on the couch looking up with Regulus with a smile.

“What did I do?”

Regulus knelt down in front of his son with a sigh.

“Why did you say make me to grandpa when he told you to clean up your toys?”

Oliver shrugged.

“I thought it would make him laugh and he didn’t.”

Regulus nodded as you moved to sit on your son’s other side. You gently stroked Oliver’s hair out of his eyes.

“Oliver, I believe you know that when you are told to do something, you are supposed to do it.”

Regulus nodded in agreement.

“Sorry, son, but grandpa doesn’t find anything funny. Your mum is right, though. When you are told to do something, you need to do it. Now go upstairs and get ready for bed.”

Oliver nodded, sticking his bottom lip out before going upstairs. You gave Regulus a look that said, “do not be a pushover.”

Regulus shook his head before standing up and going back to his drink. Sirius elbowed Remus in the side before turning back to his brother.

“Hey, Regulus. Pick up your socks.”

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[gaykarstaagforever]

TOS "Journey to Babel" is probably one of the most important Trek episodes ever, because it is a lore-specific episode that proves that you can do those, and still have them be tense and engaging, even to people who don't care about Space politics (or, at least, you can if you're Dorothy Fontana).

DS9 is basically "Journey to Babel: The Series."

The other thing I love about J2B is that, Gene Roddenberry was involved in this himself, and everyone acts like absolute tosspots. The Federation here is barely holding together, everyone hates everyone else for racist and financial reasons, the Tellarite ambassador just tries to beat the shit out of Sarek, and it's obvious Sarek is intentionally pushing him to do it to prove the bitchiest point ever. Kirk is literally babysitting these people. The Andorian ambassador is served at delicate high-level talks by an Orion terrorist in disguise, because the Andorians apparently didn't vet anyone. And this guy then stabs the shit out of Kirk while they're alone in a hallway, because security is apparently getting drunk at the ongoing reception? Once the Tellarite is murdered, no one is upset by it, just real annoyed, and Spock goes "...I mean my ill aging father certainly could have totally kicked this loser's ass."

Amanda has to basically scream at Spock to get him to save his own father's life, admits herself she doesn't know why she married Sarek, and also smugly says Vulcans are better than humans...while also angrily hating everything they do the whole time. Then at the end when Sarek and Spock recover, they are openly racist to her in a room filled with other humans.

It is very clear from all this that 1) yes it is the 60s and there are no rules yet about any of this, and 2) it is way more fun in Star Trek when it's obvious everyone is totally full of shit and barely not terrible. Like they are actually more highly evolved, but what does that mean? They don't do murder or groping quite as much. The bar is low. That feels more honest, and way more interesting, than when like TNG pretends everyone is thoughtful and hugging all the time.

[theacedragon0w0]

Auncle Sage

Some babysitting shenanigans

Pip belongs to @tamberwoof

Pip couldn't stop bouncing from the couch, they love visiting their aunts when their mom was busy helping Grandma Camilla and her uncle Orion. It was just Sage watching Pip this time as the other four were out for meetings today, but Pip didn't mind. Sage was considered as one of their favorites as they made their favorite snacks and played dolls with her.

Sage caught Pip with their extended prosthetic as he almost bounced off the couch,

"Remember to watch were you land popsicle, last thing you need is to have your fuzzy lil head to bounce off your body."

Pip giggled as Sage ruffled the pup's fur, bringing over a plate of freshly baked sweets for Pip to have their fill.

"Now don't eat too much, I don't want your mom to think I spoil you too much."

"Okay auccle shache," Pip said with their mouth already stuffed with the cookies.

Sage took a seat at the couch, a proud grin made as they watched the small beast already cleaning off half the plate.

Pip looked at Sage's prosthetic, seeing how Sage extended it so it can grab a soda from the counter. Pip patted Sage's knee and pointed at the robotic arm.

"Are you a robot?"

Sage snorted at the bluntness of the question, "no sweetie I'm not a robot,"

"Then why does mom say that you have to charge your arm after you fight people?"

Sage then disconnected their prosthetic, "Because it's my arm that needs charging, this is my prosthetic and it helps me to do certain things that I would normally do if my real arm was there." Sage passed the arm to Pip, who inspected the prosthetic, moving the wrist and fingers and rotating the elbow. Pip then looked at Sage's biceps, a distinct scar that covered the end of it.

Pip touched the scar, "How come your arm doesn't grow back? Mom says you're a sinner and sinners can pull themselves together or regenerate parts that are missing."

Sage grimaced at the question, surely Sydney or Orion talked to him about angelic steel and how sinners aren't as immortal like how most people believe. But Sage didn't want to risk accidentally traumatizing their nibling, they said, "Well that's because what happened was I was arm wrestling a large crab and I beat him but he thought I cheated so he took my arm."

Pip pouted, "You're lying Auncle,"

"No I'm serious, he was a sore loser and I said 'ok, I betcha I can beat you again with my tail!' Which I almost lost by the way," showing Pip the scar that traced around their tail.

It did convinced Pip a bit, "And what did you do next?"

"Well what I did was I made crab cakes out of him!" tickling Pip with their right hand, which the pup exploded with giggles.

"Auncle you are sooooo silly!"

"Yeah I get that a lot, makes life more fun though!"

Pip reached for the now empty plate and tugged at Sage's shirt, "Can you make some more please?"

If Hazel was hard to say no to, then Pip was straight up impossible, "Alright, but you are going to help me lil sprout" scooping up the giggling kid while they reinstalled their robotic arm.

Pip nudged Sage's side, "If your arm is the only robot part of you, does that make you a cyborg?"

Sage shrugged, "I guess so."

[bbkissme99]

Regulus

Prompt: C.6 "I don't know, it just happened"

GOLD RUSH — regulus black x reader.

What's My Name? - R.B.

The Great War | Regulus Black

you are and will always be my only salvation

please don't be in love with someone else

Annotated Books & Sleek Hardcovers | R.B

Calming

[⭑] . . . 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Dating Regulus Black would include

Definitely Not Love… (Chapter 1)

New Years Resolution

・｡Early Morning Love🌤️

Regulus Black x quiet!fem reader (who can't shut up around him)

Possessive

The morning after

What Friends Are For

back to black | regulus black x reader

Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel

"Use your words, sweetheart"

Dance like it’s all real

Running from the Daylight

Between the Midnight Walls

Regulus Black with a muggleborn S/O headcanons

synopsis: regulus runs away from home, to come to you for help.

sunshine

Prompt: D.8 "Where is she?"

Potter!reader

annual christmas parties… and punches!

regulus black x reader where christmas at the potters brings back two brothers together

Secret relationship

Soup & Cuddles for the Heart

Make It Through Another Day (one-shot)

True Love (one shot)

୧ ‧₊˚ little miss sunshine

quidditch | regulus black

study session | regulus black

meeting the family | regulus black

Secret Admirer / Regulus Black

Familial Impasses

Loyalty’s | R.B

Regulus Black x Potter!reader who has a 'big fat crush' on Reggie

Regulus Black x Potter!reader who brings him home for the holidays [730 words]

Lupin!reader

Regulus Black x Lupin!reader who is the sunshine to his clouds [922 words]

How Y/n ended up in the boys dorm

Getting Together

How Sirius finds out

Bickering (lovingly)

Drawing Her

Regulus and Y/n headcannons

Dad!au

Teenage Daughters

Irrevocably Broken

a romantic dinner | regulus black

in labor with regulus’s baby

Regulus and fem potter! reader raises four year old harry after his parents are killed

Calling For You | R.B.

Sleepover | R.B.

Meteor Shower | R.B.

Why Orion doesn't babysit...(

Movie Nights

the dragon lady

[hunterwritesstuff]

You mentioned he had a relationship with Adam and a character named Shirley in the past!

Shortest answer to give first is Shirley lol

From what me and my friend have figured out, she found him sometime after he first fell and helped him calm down from his little panic attack he had. He doesn't like that Adam's gotten attached to her. Orion sees her as family.

Adam is a bit of a longer answer. See, Orion saw Adam as like, that one friend who drags you to parties, but he enjoyed Adam's company! Sure, he could be a little much sometimes, but there was a PERSON under all that Adam-ness!

After Annie was born, after she had been home for a while, Orion introduced her to Adam, even going so far as to say "say hello to your Uncle Adam, Annie!"

Adam was ecstatic. Orion told him he may not have been allowed to babysit her until she was like, 12(to be fair, Adam doesn't have the best track record with kids), but he was free to hang out with her as long as either Puriel or Orion were present. From eating dirt in Heaven's gardens to falling asleep watching cartoons together, Adam's relationship with Annie improved alongside his friendship with Orion!

Then, one day, Adam being Adam, decides to snoop around a little bit and finds Orion's Bi flag, and hurries to tell Sera immediately.

Orion, after he gets told why he's been called to the court, feels completely betrayed and, in a fit of anger, screams a shitload of horrible stuff at Adam.

Post-Fall, whenever Adam falls too, Orion is sorta kinda really horrible to him, in the like "You made my life a living Hell, I'm here to do the exact fucking same to you." kinda way.

Overtime, his relationship with Adam may heal, but it'll always be at least a LITTLE strained. And Heaven help Adam when Orion finds out that Adam allowed Annie to become an Exterminator.

Feel free to ask more stuff if you wanna know anything more about him! :D

[k1drobot]

People assumed much about Megatronus and Orion's relationship before the war broke out. The intimate, private history was always outweighed by the grand and operatic droves of war. No one really cared much about the fine details, because why should they? A few incorrect assumptions here and there wouldn't hurt anything. It was past.

Megatron clenched his fist, on the throne of New Kaon, the throat of this whole new world in his claws.

Orion was the carrier. He had loved Megatronus, and Orion had brought the sparkling all the way to term, only for the gladiator, Megatronus, to kill it in a rage-blind rampage. Thrown it against the nearest wall as if it were nothing but scrap metal, his decepticon mind brimming with evil intentions. Or maybe Megatronus left Orion with the care of the child, who later died to war, exposure, disease. Or maybe it had been a stillbirth. The newscasters couldn't seem to decide what story was more slanderous. Did it matter that it was all a total lie? Of course not. It was about political tactics and cheap shots. Anything to make that filthy, mouthy, rebellious low-rank keep his helm down and out of the higher-powers way.

His lip curls in fury. His face burns into anger, melts away into something calmer. Something much rarer to see on the warlord's face, mournful of a being that never was.

Megatron had been the carrier. He was a carrier type after all, not Orion, not Optimus Prime. He and Orion had loved each other fiercely, and because Orion was a hopeless romantic with too much charm for a simple archivist, and Megatronus was so, so easy to swoon over him, it resulted in a lot of… hands-on activities. And a lack of proper preventative measures, to the point where he'd told Orion that bluntly, and Orion had just grinned all broad and silly, like the likelihood of it was both impossible and beautiful.

And since Megatronus had been charmed, and was so deep in puppy love to the point where some fucking how he thought risking being knocked up was a good idea, he grinned too, and they had continued, until Megatronus had felt that minor little shift in his energy levels, that little charge somewhere deep within, and he knew.

Looking back, it was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, by far. Nothing really compared, not in relation to this. He much rather would've lost his vision or had impaired audio input if he could've been spared of this. But at the time, he'd been so excited. Scared of course, for many reasons including the toiling political climate and his involvement, the decepticon rebellion on the verge of blooming, the rising tension all over Cybertron. But it was also refreshing how… normal his fear had been. All the classic questions and what-ifs that every parent had, has, and always will have. Would he be a good carrier? Would the sparkling like him? Would they like their sire? Would Soundwave babysit?

Upon hearing the news, Orion had gone blank, then that wide, ridiculous, dorky smile rose on his face, followed quickly by tears, frantic hugging. Promises of love, devotion, the little librarian absolutely weeping with joy. It was ridiculous, and overly dramatic. He would never admit that he, too, had cried in sheer contagious happiness.

It was stupid. It was so fucking stupid. How he thought, how either of them thought they would ever live in a universe where they could do something like that together was foolish. They couldn't have everything they wanted. The universe was not swift to balance the scales, however. It had been slow. Long enough that Orion and Megatronus had even, Primus forbid, got caught up in picking a name. They had come to something of a bargain, because both were too stubborn to relent; if it was a femme, Megatronus could pick the name. If it was a mech, Orion got to pick.

"I like Skywatch. Doesn't Skywatch sound nice?"

"I know too many other miners with the word 'watch' in their names, Orion. Please pick something better, or the sparkling is going to get bullied."

"Backdome? Savageblitz? Slipstream? Silverwing?"

"... Slipstream and Silverwing are alright. Where in the pit you thought of those other two I don't want to know."

He grits his fanged denta on the twisted throne, some kind of ache, dull and reverberating, in his abdomen at the wash of horrible memories. They never settled on a proper designation. Not that it would’ve done any good.

Fate seemed to laugh at him at every turn. Even after the war had begun, he still had the sparkling in its gestational period. It was still too young to make a change in appearance on his body, but it was there. He and Soundwave had sworn to keep it an absolute secret. No one, absolutely no one, decepticon or otherwise, could know about it. Both the sparkling itself and the fact that Megatron was a carrier type. Both would be catastrophic.

And Orion… Optimus had not said anything after his graduation to a Prime. By then, the war was in full swing, bombings, poisonings, and more subtle ways of warfare had exploded into long winded battalions. At the time it had perplexed him, even slightly offended him that the Prime didn't seem at all interested in their child's status. Megatron had thought the Prime a coward for that.

It wasn't until a few vorns later that he thanked Primus the Prime never asked.

It wasn't even a big fight. Two mechs, autobots, had charged him from behind, guns blazing and swords drawn. He didn't see them in time, one grabbing his upper arms and shoving him violently forward, the other making haste with his blade, slashing the warlord on his side while the other fired a plasma shot into the flank of his shoulder. He'd shaken them off, blasted them with his fusion cannon, spearing one with the fool's own greatsword. They had been easy kills.

It was four days later that he noticed the change. Something was off. He didn't feel as heavy. His lower abdomen hurt constantly, a low, radiating ache. The lower part of his back was worse, he felt like vomiting if he bent forward just a touch too far. He woke up one morning to find energon leaking between his thighs, horror and realization stark in his face. He'd miscarried.

The warbird swallows heavily on his seat atop the universe, his to rule, his to conquer and assimilate, his to make unto himself, a brand new Cybertron.

He hadn't told anyone for weeks. He went into battles with unnatural scorn, swinging at his enemies with a ferocity that was volumes worse than ever before. It wasn't until Soundwave noticed, because Soundwave always noticed, that he'd finally had a breakdown. The TIC had approached him in his berthroom one night, because the warlord hadn't left it in three days. He hadn't cleaned the blood off his berth yet, and the blood on his thighs still left a faint blue hue on the metal. He was sleepless, delirious with grief and exhaustion.

His comms officer had not said anything, as usual. Instead, he approached the warlord slowly, as if he were doing so with a stray animal. With a gentleness that Megatron had not felt for too long, Soundwave rested a spindly hand on his shoulder, his head slowly moving to the mess on the bed, and back to Megatron's deadened eyes.

"I don't have it anymore, Soundwave." Megatron had rasped. "I don't have it." He repeated, his voice breaking.

Soundwave held the massive mech as he'd cried, wept heavy tears into the spy's arms, his extra appendages surrounding his large frame, cradling him close. He hadn't at all hesitated to drink in the affection. He couldn't have Orion's, not anymore. After the incident, Megatron didn't talk about it, and Soundwave chose not to bring it up again. It just sat there, in the corner of his mind. A specter, there to haunt him.

His claw carves a deep scratch into the iron throne.

He wanted to tell Orion. He couldn't, but he had wanted to. Or rather, he wanted to tell Optimus Prime, because Orion Pax was dead and gone, scattered to the winds just like Megatronus, just like the child. He gnaws his tongue in thought.

Megatron got close to telling the Prime, a few times. He was tempted in the height of battle, just to spur Optimus on, just to crawl under his skin and see if anything he could say would jostle that unshakeable stoicism. But he never did. Something about the idea of it felt justified to him, that the Prime should only find out in the most inappropriate of means, covered in each other's blood and wounded beyond what should be survivable. But working up the will to do it, finding the drive within himself to go through with it, it just didn’t seem to be there. It felt… too personal. Too sacred. Even in the mist of utter failure, when the possibility of bringing up such a topic could tactically benefit him, he never did so.

He supposed Optimus likely had a good idea of what happened anyhow, since a decepticon youngling had never been seen on the Nemesis. Energon was precious and scarce, the mere thought of bearing a child on the warship was unheard of amongst the ranks. The risk was so high it was tantamount to near instant death. If not from starvation, then neglect due to the carrier having to fight in battle so often, or simply being assassinated by a particularly bitter rival. The environment was totally opposed to any youth.

He exhaled, long and deep.

Taking another sire was never appealing after that, nor the prospect of finding another partner. Everything felt hollow. No one would be able to seal that kind of wound within his spark. Even after all these millions of years, time long enough for new stars to both be born and die out, that pain had never done anything for him but leave behind its ugly scar. It still felt too raw. It still, sometimes, felt like he bled the blood of his sparkling all over his berth again, the memory claustrophobic and suffocating even as the energon stains had been scrubbed out. He felt comfort exclusively in that his offspring would not live in this world. Yes, he was willing to fight until everything was dust, until the memory of why the fighting even began slipped through his digits like desert sand, but he would not want his child to be born into it. The warlord did not want them to inherit the purgatory that was their race’s current state. If that meant not having them at all, then so be it.

Megatron’s optics felt heavy, his vision blurry. He blinked it away.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Observing their little details and having their every little thing memorised 

for my sweet and lovely koala please💜

Promptu list

The koala be watching you from a tree trunk

~•~•~

But I wanna get next to you,

Yeah, I love all the things you do,

I wanna get close to you,

You are my dream come true.

- Obsessed With You, The Orion Experience

~•~•~

He's doing it again. Watching them from a distance with a curious look in his eyes, similar to an animal's. Fleur lets out a long sigh as he stands beside him, shoulders slumping and her hands stuffed in the pockets of her black coat. She looks at her friend, crouched behind a lamp post and looking more obvious than discrete.

"You look like a stalker." Fleur tells him bluntly, pulling out her right hand to grab him by the hood of his jacket. Her grip is strong, but the tug isn't, though it's enough for Cooper to bregrudgingly get up to his feet with a small grumble and pout.

"Stop grumbling." Fleur frowns at him and lets out another sigh as she lets go and restuffs her hand in her coat. Being with Cooper is like babysitting a toddler at times. "Why are you watching MC again? This is the fifth time this week, and, frankly, I'm getting concerned and worried about you."

"I just want to know the little things about them." Cooper replies with a cheeryness that comes almost immediately. "You know, how they smile, what they like, and all the itty grits people like you focus too much."

Fleur stares at him, unsure if she should be offended or take it as his usual bouts of surprised honesty. Regardless, she presses forward. "You know you could just talk to them, Cooper," Fleur suggests, raising a brow at him, " it would be easier that way for you."

"I mean, I could, but they always hang out with Ophelia, and I don't want to be disruptive or anything." The smile on Cooper's face remains, but stare a bit longer and you can see the pain in the corner of his lips. It's strained, forceful even. The yearning is clear. He wants to be closer and be with MC, but to him, Ophelia is a roadblock to that. Besides, they already look very close and Cooper knows how it feels to have someone thirdwheel whatever you and someone have. It's awkward and almost makes the other person out of place.

So as Cooper does, he finds other ways. Even if they are a bit questionable.

For the past few days, Cooper's been noticing the way MC smiles at Ophelia, ever so bright and genuine. The way their eyes light up with tiny hearts whenever they see Ophelia or listen to her speak. The way their focus is solely on Ophelia when she's in the room, laughing and talking with her. Holding hands.

Why can't that be them?

His heart burns with passion, and the flame is slowly turning it into ash.

"I don't know… I just…" Cooper looks down, now fidgeting on the fidget cube he pulled out from his pocket. His words died down before he could add even more, smile still stuck to his face as his cheeks begin to ache.

Is it because he's from another place that MC doesn't want to be with him? Is long distance too much for them? Is it the short time and inevitable departure…? Is it him that is the problem? Is it because he's too odd, too chaotic, too much of a menace, too out of focus and directionless, too loud?

Is it because he's too much of everything?

His stomach hurts and his chest aches with the thoughts swirling in his head. He crouches down, face buried in his knees as his arms are still stretched out and hand fiddling the fidget cube.

"I don't like this feeling, Fleur." He says, lifting his head up just a bit to look at her. "It hurts and I don't like it at all."

Wordlessly, Fleur crouches down beside him, tucking her coat neatly under her. An arm wraps around his shoulder and pulls him in gently for a side hug.

And for the first time Cooper's smile faltered and tears fell from his eyes as he sobs.

[whxre-snape]

@snapewrld

The Answers to your wonderful questions😌💙💜

1) Would he ever settle down?

No, I don't think he'll ever settle down. He's pretty content with the life he's living.

2) Who would he end up settling down with?

If he ever did settle down with someone, he'd pick someone kind and sweet. Maybe he'll start an actual relationship with Xenophilius & Pandora.

3) Was he ever a stripper? (he could have definitely been the next Magic Mike💀 "Now welcoming to the stage The Half-blood Prince")

Severus has an account on one of those expensive live pxrn wedcam sites. There he strips and does other things, he doesn't wanna be around drunk people. He does what he can to stay safe.

4) Does he sleep with older men and women because he thinks that they would have more respect for him and his body or does Sev have a Daddy/Mommy kink?

Sort of, Severus doesn't really care about a person's age so long as they're of age. If they aren't then he won't spare you a second glance. He may be a whore but he has rules that he and anyone who wants to be with him have to follow, otherwise you're out of luck. He's very careful on who he sleeps with. Also he does infact have a daddy/mommy kink.

5) Does he do make-up designs?

Severus does do make-up designs. He learned how to use make up from some older girls back in cokeworth. He's been practicing how to create gorgeous designs ever since.

6) Does he make his own clothes/trends? (He's probably a thrift shopper huh?)

I like the idea that Severus was taught how to sew by his mother, so I would say that he does I'm fact make his own clothes but not all the time. The rest of his clothes is bought from small businesses. He does sell some of the clothes he makes for a very cheap price and does make custom clothing for also a cheap price.

7) How does he sleep? Naked, In Underwear, a Nightgown, Short-Shorts and a tank top maybe, or full Pajamas?

Severus sleeps in a large loose shirt and shorts. He use to sleep naked but Regulus once barged into his room after having another nightmare and asked to sleep in his bed that night. Since then he no longer sleeps naked seeing as Regulus still gets nightmares but not as much as before.

8) How does he like his coffee? Iced, Frozen, Hot, Creamed, or does he just eat coffee beans straight from the bag like a sleep deprived monster?

He's addicted to all types of coffee, mostly iced coffee.

9) Any Pets? Cats? Dogs?

He's has 2 cats, several fishes, 2 owls, 1 snake, and 3 dogs that are very well trained to attack intruders without making a single sound.

10) Babysitting? Does he babysit Draco on his days off?

Severus always baby-sits Draco and he baby-sits Luna as well. He loves them both and he treats them as if they're his own kids.

11) Does he scold Regulus for fighting other kids at school? (Kids are mean they probably make fun of Regulus because of Sev's profession)

You best believe that Severus scolds Regulus for getting into fights. Severus is upset but he understands why, so he does what he can to get Regulus to control his emotions and how to make snarky comebacks to burn his enemies

12) Alcohol, Cigarettes, or Weed?

Severus drinks the finest of wines, something his clients gift him. Sometimes on dates he'll drink whatever alcohol they offer him but only after he checks to see if it's safe. Severus doesn't smoke a lot but he does from time to time. Sometimes he, Regulus, and Barty smoke together up on the roof of their house. Severus only smokes weed whenever he has an extremely stressful day.

13) Would Sev rub it in Sirius' face that he slept with his mom/dad (maybe both lol), adopted his brother, and has an unlimited amount of money at his disposal?

He does, he really does. Severus seduced Orion and blackmailed him into giving him custody over Regulus. Eventually word got out and Walburga was furious about it but Regulus was all but thrilled cause hey he no longer has to live with them. Everytime Sirius insults Severus about being a whore, Sev would simply take out a few gold galleons toss them at Sirius and say "Here now you can afford to breathe in my direction" and then walk away like the bad bitch he is.

14) How would the Hogwarts Staff during the Marauders Era react to this new Severus?

They would be shocked as hell, and a little concerned but they wouldn't interfere.

15) Would Severus go back to Hogwarts for Regulus and Barty's career day? Would he get up and speak? Omg would he arrive late and with style or early and just observe?

Ah yes career day. The headmaster would ask Severus to come speak about his profession in potions. Severus of course agrees and once he sets foot on the stage people are confused. Why? Because of his appearance. He has ripped black skinny jeans, a black tank top along with a loose dark purple crop top with the word prince written on it in dark blue, combat boots, he has a double ringed overlap piercing on his lip, chained earrings and some ear piercings, his has a few tattoos on his body, and his hair is up in a bun which is being held by his wand.

He then proceeds to talk about his experience at Hogwarts and everything he does. He talks about being a Potions master, a crafter of clothing, a whore but he doesn't say much, and of being a care giver. He talks about his home life and how he became the very person he is now, he also speaks about how the school didn't do well in protecting him and why he took matters into his own hands. The Professors and Headmaster try to get him to stop, but it's of no use. He's an expert in wandless and wordless magic so all their attempts are useless and he speaks every word with pride. By the end of it everyone cheers and Severus simply stares at the Headmaster and gives him the finger before leaving.

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from THIS ask game

🍼 BABY BOTTLE, 👑 CROWN , 💧 DROPLET, 🌈 RAINBOW and 🌟 GLOWING STAR for Artemas??

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Artemas really has a soft spot for kids. She works as a park ranger in a few different state parks and trails around Washington, so she runs into kids hiking with there families a lot. She always has a sheet of stickers in her pocket to give to them. In fact, her coworkers have noticed how good she is with goods and have asked her to babysit for them on many occasions, which she loves to do. As for having children of her own, I think she would love to if it weren't for a fear she has in the back of her mind. She's afraid that she would be a bad mother, but she's also even more terrified of the possibility that her children aren't immortal. If she has to live a thousand times over seeing her kids die before her, she would rather not have children at all.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

In all honesty, Artemas doesn't really want to be remembered as anything special. She's a bit of a loner and she already prefers not to have the attention put on her, so her image in the future is not something that often crosses her mind. I think that she really just wants to be remembered as someone who was kind and helpful. She wants the people whose lives she touched to remember her for the positive impact she had on them. She doesn't care about being important or powerful, so she never much cared for all those myths Sprite made up about "Artemis." She really just wants to be left alone, to help those she cares about, and to live a life that's comfortable, but unexciting.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Druig and Artemas are very alike, but also so different in many ways. They’re both loners, but Artemas thrives at the back of a crowd while Druig tucks himself away and out of the public eye. In Tenochtitlan, they know (or maybe assume) that they need to go their separate ways. They want different things and they are both convinced that forcing the other to stay would only make them miserable. Druig sobs when he tells Artemas to stay and Artemas sobs when she tells him to leave. They’re both trying to convince the other to do what will make them happy, and it works. Artemas goes out into the woods after Druig leaves and sobs some more. She pulls out her wedding ring and twists it around for hours. When she goes back to the city, her knuckles are bleeding and she’s pulling splinters out of the wounds.

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

If Artemas could send a message to her past self, it would be to stick closer to her sister. She would try to convince herself to not let Apollina push her away because her sister needs her. She’s distraught at the way things turned out between the two of them and she would desperately try to change that, make things right between them. Apollina was the popular one, the other Eternals always seemed to like her, and Artemas let that get to her in the past. It drove a wedge between them and she would absolutely try to change that by talking to her younger self if she could.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is their someone they want to star gaze with?

Sometimes Artemas thinks about the myth of Orion when she looks up at the stars. She doesn’t know how the story started, but she wonders if maybe it was Apollina. (Her sister always liked to talk to the humans and sometimes she told them stories about the two of them). She knows it wasn’t Sprite because the other Eternals never knew about Artemas’s relationship with Druig.

In the myths, Orion is hailed as the only man Artemis ever loved and that much is certainly true, if Druig is meant to be Orion. The rest of the story is a bit of a fabrication, although the part about Apollo discovering them is based in truth. Apollina did find Artemas and Druig one night, taking a stroll under the moonlight, but Artemas made her sister promise not to tell. And, as tense as their relationship was, Apollina was true to her word and never told the other Eternals. She left them there and Artemas and Druig continued their little stroll.

Artemas grew wings and lifted Druig into the air with her, telling him that she wanted a closer look at the stars. After a while, they dropped back down and Druig showed her a gift he bought in the market. It was a silver chain with three gemstones strung on it. He lifted it up and matched it to three stars in the sky. (It’s a constellation now - Orion’s belt - but it used to just be a pretty set of stars.) And that’s how the memory ends for Artemas, just the two of them sitting under the stars. Before she finds Druig again, she wishes that she could have him there next to her, to star gaze with him again, even if it’s just one last time.