#patchwork!barnaby

[solver-frank-whmultiverse-au]

Thank you all for the time spent, I hope you will still have fun!

You can still find my main blog @roseombre where I post random doodles and reblogs

I have so far two other sideblogs:

@the-mandrique-workshop : an ask blog (in hiatus) about a strange alchemist with anger issues

@chaotic-fantasy-life : a fan blog about the game "Fantasy Life" where my character and I answer questions, also RP a bit

I wish you all a great day! Stay safe and healthy!

Bonus:

Adult Patchwork

[asksomecomfortingpuppets]

*Solver came to check on Glitch after being warned of the situation*

"Oh my... I hope it's not too bad"

@solver-frank-whmultiverse-au

*Glitch’s body was still laying on the ground. He didn’t look injured, nor did anything around him seem out of place. A Sunny variant seemed to be kneeling beside him, clearly concerned for the ‘Barnaby’. And his eyes still bore that red message of “SHUT DOWN”.*

@ask-prankster-sunnyyy

[solver-frank-whmultiverse-au]

"I'm matching Tictac!!!"

*Meanwhile what happen to Patchwork after getting taken by Time rift.*

"AH!! HIS SO ADORABLE, BARN BARN PERFECTLY FIT THOSE HAHAHAH!!! ❣️❣️"

*Time rift seems very satisfied with what she had order for little Patchwork*

"I told you darling, my work NEVER dissapointed✨"

[scrapdogblues]

Soo can you tell us about your family and friends

"Family? Hell yea i can! Got a lil chart i made a bit ago. Friends? That's best kept a secret for a lil longer.."

[hitchell-mope]

Hypothetical titles for season 31 of 88.

The family eye. Season premiere. Part one. The hunt is on for Griselda Windward. Meanwhile Glinda has some surprising news for Ethan about his heritage.

Tornado watch. Season premiere. Part two. Drummond gets an idea on how to trap Eula and Griselda back in Oz. But he’ll need Odessa, Lysander, David, Clyde and Justine’s help in summoning the required storm to do it though.

The wonderful wreckage of Oz. Now they’ve crossed worlds, Drummond and his team can see just how bad the Windward sisters have desecrated the land. Back in New York, Sidney and Tony work on a plan to trap Eula with Tattypoo’s help.

The man in the basement. In the ruins of the emerald city Odessa and come find a frightened old man clutching a battered old book. In New York, Ethan works on rewriting the Oz books to middling success. Guest starring Eric Stonestreet as Oscar Diggs.

Queendom. Drummond’s team is paid a visit by the army of Chinatown, run afoul of their government and learn Oz’s sociopolitical history. In New York, Griselda offers a trade. Delaney for her glass eye. Guest starring Abigail Spencer as the Little China Queen.

Straw, rust and fur oh my. Justine has a plan. And it involves some very notable figures. In New York, Jacob makes some enemies at Christiane Cambridge’s funeral. Guest starring Travis Schuldt as The Scarecrow/Cameron St. John, Scott Foley as The Tinman/Matthew Tisdale and Ed Helms as Cowardly Lion/Louis Chapman.

Beware the blood flowers. In Winkie Country Drummond has a stand off with a wheelchair bound woman keeping her niece under lock and key. In New York Griselda summons reinforcements from The Great Book. Guest starring Angie Harmon as Mombi/Aunt Em and Brooklyn Prince as Tip/Princess Ozma/Dorothy Gale.

Pulp. Drummond’s team gathers their newfound allies together to find a way to stop the Windward witch’s. Meanwhile. New York State is in lockdown as pumpkins rain down from the sky in Griselda’s latest attempt to return home. Guest starring Sean Astin as Jack Pumpkinhead/Uncle Henry.

No good deed goes unpunished. Justine is plagued by visions that end in tragedy. In New York, Griselda’s body and Eula’s left eye is found on a squad car outside the precinct with Eula herself nowhere to be seen. Guest starring Jennifer Coolidge as Aida Cambridge. Final appearance of Abigail Spencer as the Little China Queen

As long as you’re mine. With the forced transformations progressing rapidly, the three couples try to enjoy each other’s company one last time while they work on the reversal. In New York Glinda, grieving one daughter’s demise and another’s disappearance, begs Ethan to finish the book’s rewrite as soon as possible.

The gnome knows. Drummond and Odessa search for possibly the one person who can reverse the transformations. Back in New York A plastic surgeon might have become Eula’s latest accomplice. Guest starring Lee Arenberg as the Gnome King/Frank Stein.

Forsaken skin. Midseason finale. Part one. Gnome King does have a way to revere the transformations. But it’s going to hurt. Back in New York. It’s Christmas Eve. And the precincts forensics expert may have found out how the Windward sisters are creating the book. Guest starring Erin Cahill as Shona Kean.

The great book. Midseason premiere. Part two. Now back from Oz, Drummond helps Sidney and the team analyse the pages the have. Meanwhile, Tattypoo enlists the help of Findlay and Shona to play a trap for Eula as the Gale’s reunite. Guest starring Jamie Murray as the Patchwork Woman/Professor Polly Basildon.

March of the witch hunters. Eula’s getting desperate to finish what Griselda started with the whole of New York State on the lookout for her. Meanwhile Barnaby gets some air time on The Mages And The Mundane to promote his latest product. Guest starring Chris Pratt as Emerson Davenport and Jameson Oarlock.

Going biblical. Eula uses a spate of serial murders where male models are found shorn and mutilated to cover up her plans. However. Andy knows exactly who the culprit is. Guest starring Angourie Rice as Delilah Carthage-Montgomery.

Trike. Butterball is hit by a rogue cyclist with a very familiar attitude. From this episode Elizabeth Lail returns as both Griselda Windward and Almira Gulch.

Not my stable. Part one. Findlay plans to lounge around for the evening when Oswald takes Zoey and Arlene to the met for a fundraiser he’s holding for a charity he sponsors hits a snag when Griselda and Eula attack.

Not my horses. Part two. The fundraiser is held hostage when the Windward sisters demand horse blood. And they’re very spoilt for choice.

Brain stem. Sidney’s team is called to the hospital to protect a neurosurgery patient from Griselda and Eula’s hunt for human material. Guest starring Audra McDonald as Doctor Corinna Corsica and Rupaul Charles as Morton James

Dog in a basket. Much to Dorothy’s delight. Jonah is followed home by an impossibly agent old friend. Guest starring EG Daily as the voice if Toto.

Leak. Findlay uses an unwitting Arlene as a pawn on the chessboard so that she and Sidney can lure Griselda and Eula into a false sense of security.

Plethora. New York State is a powder keg set to blow sky high unless Andy, Gideon, David and Clyde can track down Shona and Delilah in time.

Volans simias. Season finale. Part one. With flying monkeys attacking the city the team puts their final plan into motion. As does the Windward Sisters.

Silver shoe blues. Season finale. Part two. Ethan finally completes the rewrite. Now all that’s left to do is to find somebody who can read it.

[stickistuffin]

Actor Wally Darling / Barnaby B. Beagle: Patchwork

Just finished the 2nd chapter for Patchwork. This is the chapter that has child abuse. It's kinda hurt/comfort. actor Wals and Barn, they're married, if you can't handle the contents don't read it.

[ultimate-character-creator]

Welcome Home OC 2

Name: Pallet Colorwheel

Age: 19

Birthday: December 20

Gender: Male

Self Awareness: 🟡

Pallet is a funny man that is certainly going to make you laugh! Pallet’s jokes makes him a great rival to big blue dog Barnaby & is often seen in Joke-Offs with him. But they are also seen eating hot dogs together as well. Pallet also helps Patchwork (Who he calls Patch) with his shows. After the cancellation they got together and married.

[lacnunga]

Ooh thanks for tagging me! Currently I'm only working patchwork on jsamn fics (for a given value of working on lol) so here they are:

Eccentricities part 2 - the development of English magic during the social unrest of 1819 as experienced by John segundus esquire

The fairy mop at fairlop green - Tom Brightwind ans David Montefiore meet Barnaby Rudge at the Fairlop Fair

A parting gift - the spell of forgetting Norrell casts on Segundus and Honeyfoot goes wrong

Murder on the Faerie Express - look, this is clearly a murder on the orient express-ish au. That's it.

I think all the jsamn peeps have been tagged (altho if someone hasn't, consider me tagging you, I wanna hear about all your wips 👁👄👁).

Tagged by @emmyllou (ty!) to post my wip titles! This sounds fun, though i don't always have titles already figured out on the wip stage, so we'll see what happens! Also i have Many Wips, so i probably won't go through all of them. That being said, let's go!

[Absolution/Southern Reach] "For the hell of it" - this is basically pwp to be honest (i'm not disclosing the characters involved for spoiler reasons and also because i kinda find the secrecy fun lol)

[JS&MN] "emmaflora". That's it that's the name for now. They are supossed to go on a little adventure to Fairie. Some day i'll work on it

[Neverwhere] "jealousy, jealousy" this was supossed to be a marquis/richard, with the Marquis getting jealous of Richard getting along with his brother Peregrine. but i don't feel like writing for this fandom for the foreseeable future

[JS&MN] "arabella pov" again, yeah, that's just what the name is. It's supossed to be Segundus/Strange/Arabella from Arabella's pov, as you might have suspected

[JS&MN] "raven childermass" i have no idea what this was supossed to be and reading the three disconnected sentences i've written down didn't help

[JS&MN] "rich blood" ohh this one i still don't know how to approach but i like toying with this idea: lascelles/(vampire) segundus

[JS&MN] "tom/strange/segundus" i had completely forgotten about this!! An equal parts pwp/get together fic. One day it'll be written. Maybe

[JS&MN] "childervamp" childermass/segundus vampire au. That's pretty much it

[Coffin Run/Dimension 20] "dretzel" Drago/Wetzel kink discovery and negotiation

I have so much more but i'm stopping here lol. Feel free to ask me questions about these wips if you wanna! Thanks again Emmy for the tag and i'm tagging uhhhh @study-in--scarlett and @mimiso-soup (if you want to!)

[sleepingdeath-light]

squirrel hybrid friend hcs ; barnaby

requested by ; 🐝🍯 anon (11/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle

outline ; “Heyyyy it’s 🐝🍯 anon again! Hello!!!

:) I have come.. WITH ANOTHER REQUEST.

Hear me out.

Barnaby who’s best friends with a reader who’s a squirrel hybrid -w- nothing is different about the reader (as in they don’t really do squirrel things) they just have squirrel ears and a tail (and maybe they have this little area in the neighborhood where the neighbors let them plant acorn trees and stuff because squirrel reader just really likes acorns)

I wonder how that friendship dynamic would work out since dogs are especially known to chase squirrels and all that :0 what’s your take on it?!

(ALSO NEW FAVORITE FIC WRITER YIPPEEEEEE!!!!! Buzz buzz! 🐝)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

your friendship was an unlikely one, that much was certain — one in direct opposition to your natural roles, to nature itself even

you’d met when he offered to help you hoist your belongings up to your treehouse — carrying chairs and beds and wardrobes with ease, his hulking form towering over your comparatively tiny silhouette

in any other situation you would have been terrified, hiding behind your tail as your ears flick back and you ready yourself to flee

but not here, not with him

this large blue canine with endearingly floppy ears and a big wet nose and a patchwork vest

this cerulean hound with the softest fur and the gentlest hands as he lifted you with ease and welcomed you to the neighbourhood with a smile that calmed you more than it should have

this silly not-so-little beagle with a fake spraying flower in his vest pocket and a collection of balls in his bag, which he juggled for you as you sat casually in your doorway — legs swinging freely off the edge of your porch

clapping and laughing and cheering and whooping as your neighbours joined it — making an event of it

filling the branches of your tree home and the expanse of your garden with laughter and joy: sewing and knitting and dancing and painting and singing and pranking and crafting and acting and everything else one could imagine

loud and boisterous but not enough to make your sensitive ears hurt

friendly and chipper and affectionate but not enough to push your boundaries — with barnaby standing beneath you and using your puffy tail as a wig as he acted out a character alongside sally and mimicked wally’s standard hairdo

by the end of the day your cheeks and sides were aching and your laughter had exhausted you thoroughly enough that you fell asleep the moment your head hit your pillows

but that was only the start of a wonderful, beautiful, bizarre friendship — and you wouldn’t have had it any other way

with a friend that woke you up every day by clumsily climbing up your tree and knocking on your window with his large paw — grinning goofily as he offered a ‘morning neighbour’ that was muffled by your window glass

with a friend who happily let you ride on his soft shoulders as you both went about your errands — you reading out your shared shopping and to-do lists whilst he responded with additions that got more and more ridiculous as he went on, only stopping when you were laughing so hard you were nearly falling off of him

with a friend who was never without a whoopee cushion or a fake flower or a buzzer or a screaming chicken or some other prank regalia

with a friend who was as fluent in dad jokes and puns as he was english — a veritable language of its own that came easier to him than thought itself

with a friend who came to you in autumn with pockets full of acorns for you to plant and store — slips stretched upwards into a cheery grin

with a friend who never fails to make you laugh so hard you nearly fold yourself in half no matter how bad of a day you’ve had

with a friend you felt grateful to have met; one mr barnaby b beagle

[thingswhatareawesome]

oh, my dreams (never quite as it seems)

title: oh, my dreams (never quite as it seems) fandom: Tiger and Bunny pairing: Barnaby/Kotetsu (taibani) word count: 2150 summary: Kotetsu’s been having these dreams for most of his life. But they don’t mean anything, right? They’re just some strange coincidence, right? There’s no such thing as soulmates, right?

For the For the March Flash Fiction day two prompt: “Looking for me?”

I know I felt like this before But now I'm feeling it even more Because it came from you

The first time it happened, Kotetsu was young. He and Tomoe had just gotten engaged and were discussing moving to Stern Bild City so he could try to catch the attention of a sponsor and get hired as a hero. Normally not very prone to dreaming, especially with as exhausted as they were after days packed with wedding planning and packing for the move, plus his training and trying to find work, one night he slipped into a strangely clear and coherent dream.

He was being stared down by a scowling blond man who looked just a bit older than him, with a stern face and cold green eyes behind his glasses, wearing a strange mecha-looking suit. The man eventually sighed and gave a frustrated huff. “I thought you were looking for me.”

“Buddy, I have no idea who you even are,” Kotetsu sassed, then abruptly woke up. Blinking up at the ceiling, he thought, what the hell?

Kotetsu forgot the dream soon after, and would have forever if not for it happening again. Life was amazing, everything was going just great! Except Kotetsu was so busy his head spun and it felt like he couldn’t manage to remember everything with all that was going on. He was a hero! And it was everything he hoped for! Mostly! When his sponsors weren’t yelling at him about damages and Ben wasn’t aggravated because he kept doing what he wanted and not what the higher ups at Hero TV wanted! And Tomoe was pregnant! He was going to be a dad to a little girl!  

Then one night he dreamt of that frowning man again, who looked at him and asked, “You said you were looking for me?”

Kotetsu stared and stammered, “I, shit, did I forget something? Did I have an appointment with you? Was it an interview? Did Tomoe need me to get something from you for the nursery?” He flailed and patted at his pockets. “To do list, to do list, oh man, did I lose it?”

The blond man rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his long, swoopy-curled hair with a sigh that suddenly sounded familiar. “Never mind.”

And then Kotetsu woke up, Tomoe laying on his now numb and asleep right arm, and he murmured, “Huh. Stress is really getting to me.”

*

The next time the dream happened, Tomoe was gone. His daughter was in a different city, living with his mother. And Kotetsu was alone. Alone in his apartment, alone in his bed, alone in a sprawling, bustling city where no one really gave a crap about him.

Kotetsu thought he was asleep, but his eyes were open and he was staring up at the shadowed ceiling, and that guy was there in his room, just standing there looking at him. Except this time he was in normal clothes, pants and boots and a red leather jacket. He was frowning like the other times, but different somehow, like he wasn’t so much angry as just…serious, somber, somehow. Concerned, maybe? A little bit.

“Were you…looking for me?” the man asked quietly.

“No.” Kotetsu paused, blinked slowly as he thought for a long moment. “I don’t think I’m looking for anyone or anything anymore.” The only person he wanted to look for was far, far beyond his reach. “But. I. I dunno, I guess…I could use a bit of company for a little bit? If that’s okay.”

The blond man nodded, and Kotetsu felt his eyes flutter, then close, suddenly so very heavy. The last thing he felt before sinking into sleep was the sensation of someone brushing his hair back from his forehead and running a finger every so gently beneath his damp eyes.

*

Five years later, Kotetsu met Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Back at home after that bizzarre day, remembering those three old dreams and thinking about getting caught like a damsel in distress earlier as he fell, being called old man, *and* being shown up on live TV by the aggravating new guy (that somehow he knew??), he rubbed at his face with his hands roughly.

“What,” Kotetsu said to the empty room, “the fuck?”

*

Not long after that, his mother told a tale during one of their phone calls of people who sometimes dreamed of soulmates. Usually, she lectured, the dreams would happen over and over, only ceasing when an emotional connection was formed—like a close friendship or even a romantic relationship. Those whose hearts formed a special bond of love would even begin to see a red string connecting each other.

Kotetsu had snorted and waved a hand to make her stop. Nah, no way, no how was he believing in that sort of cheesy crap. And anyway, he’d already found his soulmate, and lost her, and no young upstart was ever going to be anything like Tomoe had been for him.

*

Well. Okay. Maybe Bunny would end up a friend after all. A good friend. A bona fide partner even. And Kotetsu would do anything for him.

But soulmate? Bunny would surely never let him *that* close. And certainly it would never be romantic love. Tomoe had been it for him. Kotetsu reminded himself of that, swore it to himself, more and more often, each restless night when it was just him in the quiet and dark, or during the day when he caught sight of Bunny and felt a strange pang in his chest, sharp behind his sternum. Tomoe had been *it*, he thought again, feeling the solidness of his wedding ring digging into his finger as he clenched his fist.

And anyway, the dreams had stopped, Kotetsu thought to himself. It’d been years. So whatever connection had already happened, right?

Plus soulmates weren’t real so the dreams stopping was just a random thing that didn’t mean anything anyway. Right?

*

Then the dream happened again. After…after he’d hurt Bunny, by not telling him about losing his powers or wanting to retire, by not trusting him. By *slapping* him. When Kotetsu fell asleep while waiting for Samantha Taylor to return to her home, he saw Bunny walking away from him into an endless expanse of darkness. “Bunny,” he shouted, running to chase after him, reaching and reaching for him, hand outstretched to try to grab him, but he could never manage to get close enough. “Bunny! I’m sorry! I’m looking for you, please, I’m looking for you! Where are you?”

He woke on an unfamiliar couch, mumbling “Where are you?” out loud as he slipped from dream to reality. But then everything blew up in his face, almost literally, and Kotetsu was too busy running for his life and trying to figure out what bizzarro world he was in where no one remembered him to wonder or worry why the dream had returned.

Or why it had changed.

*

Everything was fine. Everything was good. Great, even! Kotetsu retired and moved back home, where ha could be around his daughter and his family, and could be there for Kaede as she learned more and more about her new NEXT powers. He could be there to help his brother at his store when needed, and could help his mother with her garden and with fixing up the house. He was useful!

He was…just sitting around the house, to be honest. A lot. He was so uncool and boring, according to Kaede. He was…

He was missing Bunny. And he was having the dreams again.

A lot.

The dreams were always the same now. Similar to the one he’d had that night at Samantha Taylor’s home, Bunny would be walking away from Kotetsu, never stopping or turning back. Kotetsu would reach out for him but never catch him—though he didn’t shout at Bunny with the same deperation as he had in that earlier dream. Now, he just called out for Bunny, saying “I’m looking for you!” like he was calling to Kaede when she got too far ahead in a crowd and he couldn’t see her. Or sometimes in a tone of voice like Kotetsu had spotted an old school friend across the street, friendly and delighted. Or sometimes yelling to Bunny while sounding oddly lonely and wistful.

And sometimes he’d call out for Bunny flirtatiously, with a lilt to his voice like he used to do when he was being playful and silly with Tomoe.

Huh. Interesting.

Those times, when he woke from the dream, Kotetsu would think Oh. Is that how it is now? Is it? Maybe?

But not like he would ever try to find Bunny and see if the new dreams meant anything. Bunny was getting to live his own life now, finally. And he deserved that—and Kotetsu would do anything to make sure it stayed that way. He could put up with a few dreams if it meant that somewhere out there, Bunny was truly enjoying his life and was happy.

Though the sitting around the house thing, the being an uncool dad thing, the kind of sort of maybe missing being a hero thing? Those, he could do something about. There surely was a way Kotetsu could try again. Make the best of his situation. Kotetsu had Ideas!

*

Being a Second League hero wasn’t so bad. Sure, sometimes he messed up or looked foolish, sometimes the network or fans made fun of him, but that wasn’t all that different than First League had been. And Kotetsu was there on his own terms, making the best of it, and he wasn’t ever going to give up. Not anymore. Wild Tiger was never going to be a quitter, ever again.

Not even when he got caught like a princess needing rescuing yet *again*. Not even when he was going to get written up for damages to some dumb car (and this time it wasn’t even his fault!)

Because Bunny was back, and the way he’d said, “Because I’m your partner” had left Kotetsu feeling like he could soar through the air like Sky High—even as he and Bunny decended into bickering.

Because Bunny was *back*. Bunny was back *for him*.

*

It was like a breath of fresh air to spend time with Bunny again, like something loosened and relaxed in Kotatsu that he hadn’t realized had been tense. Staring out at the night sky and the patchwork quilt of city lights below while on the balcony of Bunny’s new penthouse apartment, Kotetsu marvelled at how light he felt, how hopeful and free. They’d reuinited, and he felt like he was at the start of some big adventure, excitement making him eager to venture forth.

From inside, he heard Bunny calling his name. “I’m out here,” Kotetsu hollered back over his shoulder in response.

Bunny pushed aside the curtains, slipping out through the sliding door. “There you are. I was looking for you.”

Something suddenly made Kotetsu pause and blink, twisting sharply to look at Bunny. Something about the soft curve of Bunny’s smile, the glint of the starlight reflected in his eyes, even through his glasses. The moment felt like something out of a dream. His heart skipped a beat.

“Were you? Looking for me?” he murmured. The moment felt almost fragile, like he was cradling something crystalline in his hands.

Bunny’s eyes widened and he stared at Kotetsu almost as if seeing him for the first time. A long silence fell, and Kotetsu realized he was holding his breath. Then, tentatively, Bunny responded, “yes. Always. I—,” he looked away, biting his lip, then his gaze snapped sharply back to Kotetsu’s as if pulled by a magnet. “Kotetsu,” he said firmly, and a shivering spark shot up Kotetsu’s spine at the use of his actual name, “were you looking for me, too?”

“Oh, Bunny,” Kotetsu reached out carefully to grasp Bunny’s arm, then trailed his fingers down until he could clasp his hand, interlacing their fingers, his skin tingling when the younger man allowed it. The physical touch, the feeling of smooth, warm skin and a firm grip, made everything seem to solidify and suddenly feel real again. For a brief second, he thought he caught a glimpse of something shimmering red and threadlike in the dim light, trailing from his hand and leading to Bunny’s. “I’ve been looking for you for so, so long, you don’t even know.”

Then Bunny smiled, wider and brighter than Kotetsu had ever seen before, his eyes crinkling, and Kotetsu felt the same firework burst of joy in his heart that was there on Bunny’s face, like every dream either of them had ever had, in an instant all at once came true. Then I open up and see The person falling here is me A different way to be

[solver-frank-whmultiverse-au]

Psst, hey, Patchy (Patchwork) I'll give you a cookie 🍪 if you go and call Solver dad

- 🌜 anon

Later on

"Hehehehe, now I have two cookies!"

Designer: @designer-julie

Timerift: @ticktock-timerift-julie

[beneaththemultiverse]

“Oh, this is Patchwork…! He is like Solver's son, and he's a Barnaby, like us. Just younger, heheh.”

@solver-frank-whmultiverse-au

“Brother…? I've returned, with a friend.”

*Dogfish whispers as he enters, with what looks to be Frank right behind him. This Frank is different though, a little taller, with a different outfit and a slight blindness to his left eye.*

@beneaththemultiverse

@solver-frank-whmultiverse-au

“Hello, brother. Welcome…back! This…is Solver?”

Amalgamate smiles, crawling out from the pillow fort that he and Dogfish had built last night.

[asksomecomfortingpuppets]

@ask-prankster-sunnyyy

@solver-frank-whmultiverse-au

@ask-cozy-corner-wally

[unknowncountrygirl]

The New Chaser Pt.4

Iris walked into the common room and Murphy spotted her immediately. Wearing high waisted denim jeans, and he had never been so happy to be ass level with the world. What made his brain almost shut down was an all too familiar hand knitted sweater, with a predominant W on it.

Freaking Weasley.

He didn't even care which one, Charlie or Bill. Most likely freaking Bill. Stupid, brave, and stupidly handsome Bill. He knew they were close, but he wondered the situation that would arise for Bill to give her his sweater.

Iris spotted them all gathered in a corner and made her way over, looking a bit sheepish.

“I thought I was meeting just Skye, about the Quidditch tryouts.” She admitted.

“Right, about that-” Skye started.

“Not all who aspire to play Quidditch make their House team on their first try.” Orion cut her off in his firm, yet still dreamy and far off tone. Iris's whole posture fell.

“I see.”

Murphy couldn't stand it. “But you did!” He yelled excitedly.

“I did! I made the team!?” Iris asked, her eyes bright and a smile upon her lips.

“Congratulations. You are our new chaser, Iris Rosewood.” Orion conformed for her.

“Smashin, right?” Skye punched her shoulder.

“If you could see your face, Iris. Did we fool you into thinking you hadn't made the team?” Murphy asked her, hoping she wouldn't take the tease personally. She placed a hand over her chest and let out a long breath.

“It was hard to tell,” she admitted honestly. “But I was holding onto hope that I'd made the team.”

“Hope won't get you anywhere in Quidditch, Iris, your hard work got you the chaser position.” Skye told her.

“Well I was 81% sure we had you fooled.”

“Numbers aren't worth much unless they're on a scoreboard McNully.” Skye retorted to him, earning her a glare.”

“Quidditch is not about keeping score.” Orion mentioned offhanded. That earned a odd look from the other three in the circle.

“It literally is, if we're going to win the House cup.” Skye explained as if she was talking to a child. “And those chances just got better with you playing Chaser alongside us, Iris.”

“Well it's brilliant news to me! Thank you, I couldn't have done it without you.” The blonde smiled at each of them warmly.

“No problem!” Skye chirped.

“I know!” Murphy could have slapped himself.

“You are welcome.” Orion said, smoothly as fine silk. Murphy, Orion, and Skye all looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

“Hold on,” Skye held up a finger, “which one of us do you mean, Iris?”

“Couldn't I have been talking to all of you?” Iris asked innocently.

“Indeed. We are all of us. And all of us are one.”

“How do you not drive yourself absolutely bonkers, Orion?” Skye retorted in her typically crass way.

“How does anyone find mental clarity amid chaos?”

“Knew you'd answer my question with a question...” She huffed and blew a piece of her blue hair out of her eye.

“Was it not a hypothetical question?”

“Well, let's see... Skye asked, how do you not drive yourself absolutely bonkers, and then Orion asked, how is it that anyone finds mental clarity amid chaos. Then Skye said, knew you'd answer my question with a question. And then-”

“You're an interesting one McNully.” Skye cut him off with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Shall we get back to celebrating Iris joining our Quidditch team?” Orion asked.

“Yeah, it's funny, I just realized that this is the first time I've seen you three together in one place at one time.” Iris smiled, trying to redirect the conversation. Even though there was obvious DO NOT ASK and blinking red lights in his minds eye, Murphy opened his mouth and immediately regretted it.

“And what do you think about that?” What if she answers and says its rotten, smooth move.

But in typical Iris fashion, “I think it's wonderful having all my new Quidditch mates together.”

“Quidditch brings together witches and wizards of all kinds.” Orion told her with a smile that made Murphy want to punch him right in the groin. He was beginning to get a very uncomfortable feeling that perhaps Iris's kind nature and beauty had allured more then just him.

“All kinds for sure.” Skye agreed.

“So we're Quidditch mates. Does this mean you're going to start calling me McNully now?” Murphy asked. Iris completely ignored him and asked,

“So what now? How should we celebrate?”

“With Quidditch of course!” Skye said with a murderous glint in her eye that would strike fear into most people.

“Let us head to the Pitch. It's time for your first official team practice as a chaser at Hogwarts.” Orion told Iris, placing a hand on her shoulder, turning her towards the door. Again the flame of jealous rage burned in Murphy's stomach as he watched Orion snake his arm around her shoulder's.  

He had never had a bad thought or feeling towards Orion, but in that instant he did. What he really wanted to do was reach up, rip Orion's arm off and slap him with his own hand and maybe punch him in the crotch while he was at it so that he doubled over, making them eye level so he could hit him again.

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Murphy made himself at home in the commentators booth with some books and a notepads, he knew this was going to be a long 'special' practice and what Orion had in store. See who could balance on a broom and break the record. He had no idea what good it would do, but he was ready with a stopwatch.

Iris and Skye were both easy to spot on their brooms, Iris's white blonde hair all piled on top of her head in a huge knot and Skye's bright blue hair made the two girls hard to miss. There must have been a joke passed because the high giggling of the two girls picked up on the wind and blew the noise his way.

He looked up and saw they were both still standing on their brooms. He had to admit, it seemed that the two girls were genuinely getting along not just as a mentor and student but as two people who enjoyed one another's company. He smiled as he scratched something down, he felt that Iris would be a good for Skye in the way that perhaps the blonde's less volatile nature could rub off on Skye. He honestly had no idea how Skye was sorted into Gryffindor, she had Slytherin written all over her.

Iris was very easy going, but he had seen her fired up before and he had loved that little wild spark in her. There wasn't much he disliked about her, he knew that eventually something would arise that would make her seem more human to him, something that would grate on his nerves but as it stood she was in his eyes the perfect female.

One thing he had grown to truly admire is that she saw people it seemed by their heart before she saw what they looked like, most people saw the chair before they actually saw Murphy. He also noted that her friend group was very much like a patchwork quilt, full of clashing patterns and colors that somehow all melded together to make something warm and comforting. He knew that Rowan Khana, the girl who wore hand me down clothing, oversized glasses, and always had her nose in a book was her absolute best friend and closest confidant. She was also exceptionally close to Ben Copper, who he knew because they roomed together, a muggleborn who had been afraid of the world had befriended her and she had helped him navigate the world of Wizardry. She had befriended the eldest Weasley, Bill, and every Weasley since, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, which made him wonder if she knew the family and subsequently the other younger Weasley's. She was also friends with the ever popular Penny Haywood, and the trickster twins Tulip and Tonks.

Then there was Barnaby Lee, while he seemed a decent fellow he was awfully dense and Iris had nothing but patience and kindness when it came to him. Andre who he had talked with about quidditch also had nothing but dazzling things to say about the girl, admitting also to Murphy that if he was straight, he would 100% be chasing Iris's skirt. Then there were her friends he knew less about, such as Jae Kim, Badeea Ali, Liz Tuttle, Diego Caplan, Cedric Diggory, Talbot Winger, and Chiara Lobosca. He knew that Liz, Talbot, and Chiara were exceptionally quiet and reserved people and somehow, someway Iris had used that gravitational charm of hers to even pull them out of the rock they had been living under.

These were all people that under normal circumstances would not be friendly with one another let alone actually call themselves friends. The only thing they had in common was the shared friendship and subsequent philia form of love that Iris had flourished in all of them. She was the gravitational center that held them together and she had no idea just how valuable and loved she was. That was what he admired the most about her, he had been charmed by her looks but had fallen for the heart she had. She put everyone else before herself and he knew there were few people that were so self sacrificing as she was.

He was falling in love with the girl, and it was terrifying.

He had nearly worried his lip bloody when he checked the watch and seen they were closing in on nearly 3 hours. It was no surprise that Iris and Skye were the last two left on their brooms.

Iris was the last to loose her footing on the broom and fall, clocking in at 2 hours, 53 minutes, and 4.9 seconds. Perhaps now he could focus on his notes and stats.

Unfortunately, all thought cleared the room when a little enchanted paper bird flew into his commentators box. A note, from Iris, asking for him to meet her in the changing tent in a few minutes.  

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Iris entered the tent after the unorthodox practice session and cracked her neck.

“And now entering the changing room, the new record holder of the broom balancing challenge! Clocking an impressive 2 hours, 53 minutes, and 4.9 seconds... Gryffindor's newest Chaser, Iris Rosewood!” Murphy shouted, and she smiled over at him.

“That's quite the Quidditch introduction to live up to, no pressure.”

“You're on the Quidditch Team, it'll be nothing but pressure from now on.” He joked, “so, what did you want to see me about?”

“I've learned our first house match will be against Slytherin. We've been practicing plenty, but I thought you'd know how to strategise against their team best.”

“I always know best! Direct your attention to my blackboard dearest Iris.” He wanted to slap himself. Dearest Iris, it sounded even cornier then he thought it would.

“There's nothing on it.” Her gentle voice stated.

“Yet. You know how this works, Iris” He picked up his wand and flicked it at the blackboard, drawings, numbers, and patterns coming to life on the black surface. “This is how you defeat Slytherin, but you didn't hear it from me. I'm just the impartial commentator.”

“Oh come on now Murphy,” Iris drawled with a sly grin. “We both know how impartial you are not.” Was she... Was she teasing him? “But, all right, talk me through it.”

“Talk? Perhaps my favorite thing to do!”

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“And so, now you know... That is how you crush Slytherin in the first match.” Iris looked incredibly perplexed as she studied the blackboard.

“Murphy... This is... This is just the Thimblerig Shuffle. You already taught this to me. You watched me try it at practice.” She stated with a pout.

“Right,” he affirmed. “But you haven't tried it in a house match yet. That's where it matters! That's when it will count! That's your true test-”

“The true test of your Thimblerig Shuffle strategy? Or are you testing me personally?” There was a firmness in her voice that alerted him that she was put off by this. He felt a bit sheepish and rubbed his neck.

“Perhaps both? No Pixies will be released, if that helps.”

“I thought I was done being tested once I made the team.”

“You were tested so that you could make the team. But you'll be tested again and again.” he informed her. “Navigating the house alliances and rivalries, the team politics and policies. Just the clash of wills between Skye and Orion alone.”

Iris rolled her eyes and let out a huff as she plopped onto the bench nearby.

“Yeah. I'm starting to see some of that already.”

“Sometimes I'm their mediator... Sometimes the instigator.” He winked.

“That shouldn't surprise anyone.” She rubbed her forehead.

“Listen, Iris, do I believe the Thimblerig Shuffle will throw off Slytherin's defense? Yes. Would I like to see my strategy put to the test? Also yes.” He admitted honestly.

“I came to you for some insight into the competition, Murphy. But to pul off your original strategy in a House match... I'm brand new to the team, I won't be calling the shots.”

“Bingo! That's your test: convincing Orion to give the Thimblerig Shuffle a chance in a house match.” He exclaimed.

“I could give it a try, but Orion could say no.”

“And then you could go rogue and try the strategy anyway. Think of our house!”

“Uhuh.” She gave him an unimpressed look. “I'll go and talk to Orion. You do know you're perhaps the most partial impartial commentator ever.”

“That's what my mum says.” He gave her a wink but he could tell she was stressed and not as receptive to the flirtatious banter.

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Year 1 - The Sorting

The Sorting Hat. It was so tattered and frail. Da said it was Godric Gryffindor's hat. It must be ancient. Summer wondered how it lasted so long. How it worked. And how it held her fate in its hands...uh, patchwork.

"Greetings, students. I am Professor McGonagall. When I call out your name, you will put the hat on your head and be Sorted into your respective houses." She looked down at the list. "Ali, Badeea!"

A girl wearing a hijab made her way up and sat calmly on the stool. The hat barely sat on her head before it cried out, "RAVENCLAW!"

The newest eagle whipped out her wand, mumbled a spell, and her pink covering turned dark blue. She sat down among the cheering with a smile.

"Billingsley, Zachary!"

A boy with tousled hair plopped down on the stool. It only took a few moments.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

He grinned and promptly tripped. Still grinning, he jumped back up and sat down with his house.

"Caplan, Diego."

Another boy with an easy grin and confident gait had the Hat placed on his head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

His grin widened and dark brown eyes sparkled. It was rather infectious. She felt the corners of her lips start tugging up into a smile too.

"Charn, Summer!"

The smile dropped. She knew she was near the top of the list but had hoped for just a few more people before her. Ignoring the whispers spinning around her, she slowly stepped out of the throng.

"Charn?"

"Like Jacob Charn?"

"Didn't he mention he had a little sister?"

"Bet she's cursed just like him."

"Wonder where she'll go…"

Everywhere Summer went, people whispered Jacob's name, their last name, and her name. Her brother, unwittingly or purposefully, had sewn her destiny to his. Might as well embrace it.

The eleven-year old hopped up onto the stool, placing the weathered hat upon her blonde head. There was a voice in her ear but no one else could seem to hear it.

Charn. Jacob's sister. He haunts your every step, hmm. Your family is important to you. As well as tradition. Your blood runs hot with… a desire to prove yourself. Courage, but not recklessly so. Calculated risks. Kindness to all but no tolerance for fools. Creativity and curiosity, yes, but more to reach a goal than just for its sake. Loyalty, but to those who earn it. I know just where to put you…

"SLYTHERIN!"

The young girl stood up, chin high and strode towards the cheering table of green and silver. I am Summer Charn, a Slytherin like my brother before me. And I will find him no matter the cost. I'll show them all who I really am.

The other Sortings she was barely aware of, just hearing the dull roar as that nervous blonde boy was made Gryffindor, a stylish dark boy made Ravenclaw, a pretty blonde girl Hufflepuff, among others.

She was so out of it, it didn't even register that Rowan had been Sorted until she was squeezing the life out of her.

"Summer! I'm Slytherin! Just like you! It almost made me Ravenclaw but finally decided green was my color! Isn't this so exciting that we're in the same house?! I'm so excited, I'll have to write my parents but of course not until later..."

She just smiled and nodded as the other girl went on, again only noticing when a large boy with brown hair came over with his eyes alight.

"Excuse me… sorry." He squished in next to Summer, smiling shyly. "I hope the food comes soon."

"Yeah, me too. It's been a long day. And your name was?"

"Oh, I'm Barnaby. It's nice to meet you Summer." His cheeks went pink which was a little odd but she shrugged it off.

"And I'm Ismelda Murk." A greasy looking girl slipped in on his other side. She gave the blonde a once over and sniffed, as if she was the bad-smelling one.

Summer offered out her hand. "Summer Charn."

"Everyone knows your name, dummy. But soon they'll know mine better."

She looked up into the startling violet eyes of…

"Who are you?"

"Merula Snyde, of course. Only the greatest witch at Hogwarts."

"Technically the year hasn't even started yet so I don't really see how that would be possible." Her eyes snapped to Rowan, who began sinking down in her seat.

"Pleasure, Merula. Now if you don't mind, just sit down. Food will be here soon and I'm afraid it's a little more interesting than you. So."

She simply scowled and shoved her way in between Barnaby and Ismelda.

Another "SLYTHERIN!" went off and Summer looked over her shoulder just in time to see a girl with bouncy curls and round glasses come over and slip in next to Rowan. "You all seemed preoccupied introducing yourselves. I'm Liz Tuttle. Now please be quiet so we can watch the other Sortings."

There were just two left, which didn't seem that big of a deal, but she had asked nicely. So she compiled.

A freckled redhead kid immediately got placed in Gryffindor and what looked like his older brother raced to hug him and lifted him into the air. They laughed and raised their arms in jubilation. Sorted into the same house.

Her heart stung. Here she was in Slytherin but her brother wasn't there to celebrate with her. Nothing but a mix of cheers and whispers for Summer Charn.

The shouting nearly covered the next Sorting. The subject caught her eye. A boy with slicked-back hair, a hooked nose, and red eyes. He slunk off towards the Ravenclaw table the moment the Hat began to say it. The way his eyes darted around, as if analyzing everything with careful precision as well as a burning desire to go unnoticed. It was a curious thing. She wondered what he had to hide.

The cacophony was finally brought to a halt as Professor Dumbledore rose to speak.

"Welcome, first years. It's a delight to have new minds join the old in your Houses and to learn here at Hogwarts.

"I hope you all will put your effort into doing well in your studies and making lifelong friends. That's what school is for, learning and fun, and to grow.

He paused to look over his spectacles at the sea of students. "May I also take this moment to remind you all to keep your noses clean and not to get up to trouble. First years are not to have brooms. And all students are to keep out of the Forbidden Forest. As well as to obey their teachers, but that's just a given, I hope you realize. Stay safe. After all, the Hogwarts motto is draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. Or, never tickle a sleeping dragon.

"Now, enjoy your feast!" He raised his hands and the tables were flooded with food.

All around her, students made sounds of delight and began piling their plates and stuffing their faces. She joined them but halfheartedly. Her gaze was still on Dumbledore as she considered his words. There was something more to them. Summer knew it. Sooner or later, she'd find out what he meant.