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the parent trap — levi ackerman (v)

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | the parent trap au)

— warnings: angst and a character that i want to bury deep in the earth

— summary: hours before caelum's identity was revealed, altair was already found out by the one person he least expected would casually say his name and the day just keeps getting worse from there.

— word count: 8.2k :)))

— author’s notes: hey, beautiful people !! i finally updated this and the moment i found out we don't have deadlines set for this week, i immediately wrote out the next part. i'm so sorry for the delay !! enjoy reading and have a good day !!

part one | part two | part three | part four | masterlist

If there were any regrets in Altair’s life, that would be playing (read: corralling) with Captain in one of the plantation’s new flower gardens. The workers were starting to cultivate flowers for Levi’s new line of flavored teas and Altair brought the dog to let him sniff the flowers. That didn’t go as planned because Captain jumped from the boy’s arms and ran around the newly sprouted tulips and sunflowers, leaving Altair shell-shocked. At first, he didn’t know what to do but stare at the overly excited dog until he eventually chased Captain across one of the small flower fields. The dog thought his little master was giving him the time of the day and that resulted in them getting caught by some of the family friends, Isabel and Farlan. Altair had never been scared of a three-hour lecture from Levi in his life.

(His dad gave him several pints of ice cream to compensate for the three hours of nagging.)

As the halos of a new aurora gave way in the [Last Name] household, Altair was shocked to receive a phone call from Caelum. To be honest, the night after he found out you were getting married to another man other than his dad, Altair swallowed his nervousness and asked if he could sleep in your room. Of course, you said yes because the Caelum you know always slept beside you if he ever felt alone and the nightly routine of you reading to him is a must. For Altair though, he slept beside you with his stuffed toy, Snuffles, since he didn’t want you to go and tie the knot with the Lucas person. He completely forgot to tell his twin of the breathtaking (in the worst way possible) news as he succumbed in the arms of one of his parents for the first time. (He stopped sleeping on Levi’s bed once he became eight.)

It hasn’t even been a full day staying with you, his mother, and frankly, he didn’t want to ruin it with Caelum’s call.

But as he heard the words of having a pest calling for Levi’s attention, Altair couldn’t help but drop the bomb on Caelum. The silence spoke loudly on the other side of the call. Altair discerned his brother panicking since he has lived with you his whole life and once he went to California, you’re engaged. After he told Caelum the update, the phone call immediately ended and Al knew his twin was exhausted. He was, too, as he plopped on top of his bed with his arms spread wide. He only fixated his stare on the painted ceiling, lost in the constellations presented above him. It was a magical experience curiously turning on the star projector beside his bed, the entire galaxy circling him right after. At the moment, Altair found himself immersed in scrutinizing a constellation that looked like a kite, eyes reflecting the brightest star in the cluster.

He didn’t notice a person lingering in front of his door.

That was his second regret — leaving the door open.

Hange took great pride in being one of Caelum’s best friends. The little boy never had friends his age growing up and Hange took it as a job to never make the little prince lonely. Caelum always had a hard time expressing himself to children his age, especially in daycare where the kids hovered at him too much to the point that Caelum wailed for his mummy because of the lack of personal space. When he started elementary in the closest private school, his classmates decided to isolate him saying that he ‘looked like he came out of a horror movie, one that would scare babies’. You decided to put him under Hange’s care, pulling him out of his school to let him learn from home. Hange was ecstatic, making Caelum the genius he is today.

So hearing the cryptic phone call from their favorite kid in the world, Hange was confused. First off, why would Caelum call someone his nickname through the phone? They paced in front of the slightly open door, contemplating if they should confront the elephant in the room. Peeking in, Hange took a deep breath to calm themselves. They can imagine your reaction to this plausible theory.

“Little bean?” Hange stepped inside the room with both hands behind their back.

The boy staring at the Aquila constellation sat up too fast, eyes owlishly wide as he took in Hange’s unsmiling face. He gulped down his saliva, chest pounding that maybe he was discovered because Hange is never serious for too long (at least from what Caelum told him). However, Hange is too smart for his own good, discovering that Caelum is in California will be inevitable. “Uh-oh,” he muttered before plastering a large smile on his face. Altair hoped they wouldn’t pick up his nervous sweating and clenched fists. “Hi, Hange, I’m sorry I didn’t finish my breakfast. My friend just had to call early because he missed me. He’s my cabinmate back at camp.” He nodded mindlessly, blinking at his excuse. “Yeah, that’s right, he’s a cabinmate.”

Hange narrowed their eyes at the jittering onyx-haired boy. They crossed their arms on their chest and a pair of light brown irises roamed from the little prince’s head down to the way he sat. Hange chose not to voice out how the boy in front of them appeared sharper, starting with the eyes. He mirrored someone from the past that the brown-haired person knew, even the way the boy gawked at Hange was eerily the same. (That was a one-time thing because Hange entered your room in your shared apartment without warning. Hange both wanted to bleach their eyes and tease the living hell out of their friends who scrambled for the covers.) Well, that is a given because that special someone is the boy’s father and your past husband. Hange was still sad that you two had to separate, it was not right for them to see two of the most important people in their life be miserable like that. They were partially the reason why you ended up with Levi in the first place and seeing the light in your irises die down when the divorce happened. It stabbed Hange in the chest.

“Uh-huh?” Hange hummed, tilting their head upwards as they never looked away from assessing ‘Caelum’. “Who’s this friend of yours? Is this the one who you pushed in the washing area?” The boy never spoke a word. If this were a lighthearted conversation, Hange would’ve cackled at the funny look on the silver-eyed boy. “Why were you referring to them as your nickname? I don’t mean to pry, little bean, but that screamed suspicious to me.”

Altair opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again.

Hange sighed before shrugging dejectedly, their conversation going nowhere. “You can always tell us if you’re ready to reveal yourself.”

What the fuck?

Altair became ramrod straight. There was no way this person deduced that he was not Caelum. Everything came tumbling down. His once perfect, genius, and foolproof plan backfired and it fucking slapped him in the face. All because Hange picked up on his half-assed impersonation of his twin. For fuck’s sake, he doesn’t even know the slightest facts about his brother. Why did he think convincing the people of this household that he’s the kid they know was easier? Because it was the hell not if Hange managed to discover his identity just hours after he stepped foot in this unknown country. Altair’s mind was a tumultuous hurricane of panicking thoughts. Should he act like a fucking idiot and pretend that Hange was wrong or be clean about it because he wasn’t raised as a liar?

Okay, he said ‘fucking’ too many times in his mind in one minute.

Clearing his throat, Altair prayed that he wouldn’t stutter. “H-How’d you know—?”

“Wait, what?”

The two of them stared at each other comically. Hange had their jaw dropped and Altair was so pale that he wanted the ground to swallow him already. It seems like Altair wasn’t the only one suffering from processing this because Hange stammered incoherent sentences, making the situation less awkward for them but more nerve-wracking for the boy. Hange kept pointing at him like he was the answer to every unanswered theory they had, lips wobbly and eyes misty for so many reasons.

“Bloody hell, don’t tell me I’m right?!”

Altair hushed Hange with rapid waves of his hands. He stood up and dashed for the opened door, shutting it with his back planted on the wood. He still looked like an animal caught in a trap. “Please don’t tell Mom,” Altair whispered, forgetting that his British accent slipped off.

A gasp echoed in the room. Hange covered her gaping mouth with her hands, speechless for the first time in a while. Being your best friend, they saw how you shower your baby twins with love after you gave birth — your eyes sparkling with adoration. They remembered teasing Levi for giving all his genes to the appearance of the babies, leaving nothing from the [Last Name] genes but the shape of your eyes on the younger twin. In eleven years, Hange couldn’t deny how curious they were about the older twin. Were they a bright child filled with adventures like little Caelum? Did the idea of exploring the stars and the oceans appeal to them as well? Would they listen to them rant about their experiments despite knowing they’re a talkative person when excited? This boy was leagues more than Hange’s expectations. All those questions were answered the entire time after ‘Caelum’ came home.

No, not ‘Caelum’. This is Altair standing in front of them.

The little boy whose name took after the brightest star of the eagle carrying Zeus’ thunderbolts.

“Oh, my God,” Hange shakily breathed out. “Altair.”

Altair looked like he was about to cry. If Hange knew of him being in London, they’ll inform you of this predicament and send him back to California. Call him selfish but he wanted more time to stay with you and this little yet compact family. He pressed himself further on the door as if he was willing himself to disappear because Hange was about to shit themselves. He closed his eyes tightly, fists clenched at his sides. “Please don’t rat me out, Hange. This is my plan. I’m responsible for this. Caelum—He—Ugh, it’s not his fault. It’s mine. I shouldn’t have—should never—suggested this stupid idea — I just roped him in. Fuck, why am I stammering?! Hange—“

One of the tightest hugs enveloped Altair, cutting off his rambles.

“Oh, it’s really you!” Hange only tightened their arms around the little boy barely reaching their shoulders. They rubbed their cheek against the side of Altair’s head, teardrops trailing down their face. Hange couldn’t prevent them from falling because the twin you badly wanted to visit all these years was right in front of you all along. They pulled away from Altair, who looked stunned that Hange hugged him instead of ratting him out, and kept him at arms’ length with a vibrant glint behind their eyeglasses. “We have to tell your mum! Oh, she will be so happy—“

“No!” Altair blurted out.

Hange tilted their head. “No?”

“Yeah, no.”

“… Was that a no or a yes?”

Altair sighed, scratching the back of his neck before looking up at Hange again.

“Hange, Mom should never find out about this switch.” He paused, looking away to fix his stare at anywhere but the inquisitive pair of eyes anticipating an explanation from him. There seems to be no way out of this so Altair took a deep breath and began the story. “I met Caelum at camp.” Hange nodded, slowly pulling Altair towards the window seat, walking backward without any accidents. When the two of them settled on the bench cushion, Altair cleared his throat and watched Hange hug a throw pillow on their chest. “He’s the one I was telling you guys about, the friend who I instantly thought who shares half of my soul. I never would’ve thought that we share more than that. At first, I thought it was weird that this boy looked exactly like Dad.” Altair flickered his gaze to the brown-haired person. “You know my dad, right? I think I’ve seen you in some of the pictures in his photo album. You’re always beside Mom.”

Hange perked up with a huge grin. “Levi actually kept some of the pictures we took from uni?” The little boy nodded as an answer, brightening Hange’s smile even more before snorting in amusement. “That shorty is more sentimental than I thought. Yeah, sweet pea, I know your dad. If I’d be honest, I think he should thank me for setting him up with [Name] because if it wasn’t for me,” they paused to tap Altair’s nose with their pointer finger, “you twins would still be floating somewhere in space, waiting.”

Altair blinked at the small tap. “How did they meet?”

“Hmm?”

“Mom and Dad, I mean.”

The gray-eyed boy fiddled with the corners of the throw pillow, his curiosity burning because all he got were vague descriptions of Levi’s life with you. If the time comes when he’ll be going back home to California, Altair wanted to at least know your stories as the only pieces of you left in his life. The chance of Levi getting back together with you was slim, that he was sure of. But that’s because he didn’t make this plan yet.

With this trap set intricately by him and his brother, their little family will be back in no time at all.

“Oh,” Hange exclaimed, smirking at the flow of memories. “Well, [Name] and I chose to pursue university in America, with Oluo following us there because of your grandparents’ request when we were juniors. I think their first meeting went something like Levi staring too hard at [Name] and your mom trying to get away from it.”

Altair snorted a laugh. “I can see that happening. But I understand him because mom is…” He acted out an explosion on his head.

“I know!” Hange laughed. “She belongs in a dream!”

“Who belongs in a dream?”

You decided to check on Altair and Hange since they have been talking for a while and the bang upstairs caught your attention. You tried knocking after a few minutes of waiting patiently for the right time, with their voices dwindling so as not to disturb their conversation. Peering in, you saw the two of them sitting on the window bench cushion, immersed in a bubbly exchange that made you hesitate for a moment. The only thing you picked up on was something along the lines of belonging in a dream. With a small smile, you opened the door — Hange and your son unaware of your presence as you leaned on the doorway with crossed arms. When you uttered the question, you weren’t expecting your little prince to look like a deer caught in a ray of light, alongside Hange who froze at your voice with their lips pursed. Raising an eyebrow at the reaction, you walked towards the boy and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, kissing his head affectionately before flashing a smile at Hange.

“It sounds like your conversation brightened up the morning,” you casually told them with a contented sigh. You didn’t miss how the two didn’t shed their tense forms. “What got you two up in a fright? Do I look that ghastly?” You patted your hair with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” Hange scoffed, waving their hand. “Never!”

“Yeah, Mum, what Hange said.”

You hummed, rubbing your son’s shoulders before forcing a smile on your face. “Something is coming up and we will have a guest over. He will be having lunch with us and I just wanted to give you two a little warning.” You pointedly looked at Hange, who groaned at what you said. “Hange, please refrain from scaring him, okay?”

“He should be scared of me!” They exclaimed. Hange had never gotten along with Lucas ever since all of you were teenagers. The man belonged to this family who held close connections to the [Last Name] household. As a way for both families to merge, your parents found it enjoyable to match you up with someone as haughty as the egotistic man. Hange already knew of his intentions from the way he always looked at you when you first met all those years ago, he was starting to think you were an object, a priceless piece of art that was only meant to be displayed and not appreciated. It was a good thing you fled London and went to America to pursue fashion. Hange looked at you right now and thought their words through. “[Name], he’s a bloody menace to society. He’s so pompous that I questioned if he ever thought of us as humans. That man isn’t good for you at all. He’s not even a good person in the first place!”

You sighed, grip on Altair’s shoulder tightening a little. “I know, Hange, but I don’t exactly have a choice.”

Hange caught your gaze flickering to a troubled Altair, who was absorbing the exchange ensuing in front of him with a clenched jaw. The brown-haired person gasped in realization. “No, they did not.” You could only look away from their broken expression, leaning down to kiss your son’s hair. Hange knew better, that was your way of anchoring yourself to the ground and it hurts seeing you like that. They’re at a loss for words. Your parents were being too much now. Hange already promised to fill in the gaps Levi didn’t have the chance to, basically standing in as one of Caelum’s parents. They have no right of taking away another person from your life because their job required keeping the crumbling façade of a perfect conglomerate family. “When did they tell you this?”

“Earlier when I woke up.”

Hange laughed mirthlessly. “You are doing so well, [Name]! How can they not see that you’re already a great mother to Caelum? You don’t need someone to stand in as Caelum’s father! If his number is still the same, I’m going to call Levi and tell him to get back to you—”

“Hange!”

They stopped at your voice, immediately regretting saying Levi’s name out of the blue when they saw your face. Your usual pulchritudinous smile was nowhere to be found, replaced by a desperate and pleading countenance that alarmed Hange and Altair. The crafted persona you always showed to your son crumbled on the spot, tears clouding your vision and your mind exhausted from the pressure put onto you by your parents. The headache only increased when Hange mentioned your ex-husband’s name. There was no chance that that man will go back to how it used to be, he left you — watched your back as you took steps that festered a permanent rift between you two. He didn’t chase you and it led to you asking if all those years basking with rose-colored glasses were worth being etched in your memory.

“Please, just not him,” you breathed out. You looked up at the ceiling and expelled a deep breath. “Let’s talk about this later in my office, Hange.” You stared down at the little boy beside you, the smile you always carried present again on your face. “As for the little prince, will you spend the rest of the morning with me in the gardens?”

“Always, Mum.”

The museum held so many wonders that were familiar to you, hands behind your back as you walked from one exhibit to another. Years of visiting the museums in London rang loud in your mind as if they prompted you to walk down memory lane. The peacock blue coat embracing you, however, was the one who reminded you of the present. It told you that the person following you with an adoring stare was different than your family’s gait and reprimands of being the perfect daughter. You wanted to dress prettily on this date but if you thought ahead that the man walking with you under the arched hallways would give you his coat, you could’ve dressed down a little bit. You turned around to meet this man’s silver eyes, his gaze soft around the corners as if you were the piece of art in the museum.

“You know, this would be better if you’re walking beside me.”

Levi went to you, wrapping his arm around your waist once he reached your waiting figure. He ducked down to kiss you on the cheek and nose. “Enjoying yourself, beautiful?”

You nodded, humming contentedly as you two started walking again, Levi’s hand finding home on your waist. Sometimes the two of you stopped in front of a painting that you like and sometimes, Levi would comment something about a sculpture that nearly made you laugh out loud in the silent, reverberating chamber. There were times when Levi would sit on one of the benches, attention never leaving you as you look up to a painting. He’d take out the compact camera Hange insisted he brings (“to preserve memories, Shorty!”) and aimed it at you, eyes sparkling behind the viewfinder as he tried taking an aesthetic shot. Levi’s breath was taken away when you turned your head to meet his gaze, pressing the shutter immediately. In the picture, your lips were pulled upwards in a small smile, probably planning on telling Levi the history behind the painting’s artist.

He wasn’t looking at the impressionist ensemble on the canvas displayed in the camera screen — Levi was looking at your ethereal face.

It was decided, this will be Levi’s favorite picture of you.

“I’m starting to think that you secretly transferred to the art department,” you noted, looking down at the camera as your face became warm at the appealing photo. “Photography suits you.”

Levi looked up at you with a small smirk. “Yeah? Will you be my muse if I actually do that?” He mentally cringed at how cheesy that sounded.

You giggled. “Only if you’ll be my model for our end-of-the-semester project.”

“Now you’re cornering me.”

“I try my best. Erwin was a probable candidate but he backed out when Hange told him that there will be a fashion show featuring the models. Hey, this might make you uncomfortable but how about asking someone to take a photo of us right now?”

Levi hummed, pretending to think. “Convince me to do that.”

“I’ll bring you tea every day for a month starting next week.”

“Make that one week,” Levi tried to bargain with your impulsive idea. “I don’t want you to spend so much on just a daily drink. You should save your money, brat.”

“I thought you might agree for a second. Deal.”

Your large smile was enough for Levi. While he was admiring you, you turned around to ask a kind stranger to take the photo, brightening at a person standing a few feet away from the bench. They were looking at a painting full of pinks and violets, deciding that they’ll be kind enough to take the picture. You left Levi’s side and bounded to where the person is, pointing in Levi’s direction and nodding fervently when the stranger agreed to help you out. Once you returned, Levi tried so hard not to fidget at the camera aimed at him. His uncomfortable air clearing when you held his hand, the two of you looking at each other as the camera caught the sweet moment. Even though the person told you to look at the camera, they still smiled fondly at how the love radiated from the picture, complimenting that Levi and you look good together.

It was the picture that both twins found, a rip separating you and Levi for good.

It was the picture that you couldn’t find in your drawers. Somebody might have mistaken it for a mere scrap of paper and thrown it away or maybe it was you who accidentally tucked it in between your used sketchbooks. No matter how many times it hurt you just thinking of Levi, his picture was still a source of comfort. That picture was a remembrance from your first date with him, something that Hange and Erwin orchestrated and convinced you two to have. It was a bittersweet thought that the one who you thought would be there for you until the stars die out, was the one pinching your chest every night.

In one of your long casual dresses, you sit out in the patio overlooking the backyard gardens, Altair beside you reading a book from the small library. You’re on your day off since you went back to work yesterday and what better way to spend it than basking under the morning rays with your son.

“Cae,” you called out, switching your position to face him.

He looked up from his book with raised eyebrows. “Yes, Mum?”

“I’m sorry for not telling you about your father all these years.”

Altair slowly closed the book on his lap, giving you his full attention. He cleared his throat and tried for a very safe reply, “I understand, Mum. I’ll always be patiently waiting for the day where you’re comfortable in sharing stories about him. I’m not forcing you when you’re hurting, Mum.” Well, that’s partly the reason. The other reason being him already knowing Levi’s quirks and what irks him off. “You don’t have to worry, Mummy, because you know that I’ll always buy the stork story, right?”

You shared a laugh with him, reaching a hand to affectionately pinch his cheek. “I wasn’t planning on finding another man after your father but I had no choice but to accept what my parents ordered me.” You cupped his cheeks with your hands. “Don’t forget that whatever happens, I will do everything to always have you with me. Keep that in mind, my little prince. Mummy’s doing this for you because I don’t want to have another repeat of what happened in the past with your father. I don’t want them to take you away.”

Altair furrowed his eyebrows, placing one of his hands over yours. “Is this about the engagement with that Lucas person?”

You shakily smiled. “Partially.” You kissed the onyx-haired boy on the forehead, the latter closing his eyes at the soft contact. You stared into his star-like irises, thumbs rubbing over the apples of his cheeks. “It’s just the two of us against the world. I love you with all my heart.”

The boy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your neck, nuzzling into your scent of flowers and marmalade. He buried himself in the cocoon of your hug, tears pricking his eyes. He wasn’t your real little prince but you are easily Altair’s version of the rose in the book. You didn’t take his love for granted, instead, you reciprocated it in every way possible ever since he came to London. “I love you, too, Mummy. I want this to last forever.”

“You and I are eternal, little prince.”

“Us against the world?”

“Us against the world.”

If yesterday’s lunch was heavenly, today’s lunch was so stifling that Altair wanted to take his plate of food and eat it inside his room. His eyes went back and forth between you, Hange, and Lucas around the dining table. The bouquet of white lilies the brown-haired man gave you was lying unattended on the side, with you never bothering to tell Oluo to fetch a vase. Only the sound of the cutlery against the plates ricocheted around the dining area. Poor Oluo, who was supposed to be having lunch with all of you for a change, decided to eat later in the kitchens because Lucas was busy directing distasteful stares in his direction when the butler tried sitting next to Hange.

The moment the brown-haired, smug yet overbearing man stepped foot inside the household, there were so many things happening consecutively. For starters, Hange argued with Lucas for disrespecting you when they saw the marks on his neck that clearly weren’t from you (you never attempted to sleep with the man, not in a million years), the scientist nearly throwing a vase at him. Lucas brushed it off and remarked that this house is still a circus, Oluo now stepping forward at the insult to which Lucas scoffed at. Next, he sent daggers of offensive comments to Altair, grimacing at the blank-faced boy. He was saying that having the appearance of a thug in a notable family is blasphemy whichever way you look at it. Now this, even you wanted to smack the man, Hange and Oluo backing you up.

It took everything in Altair not to kick the fucking idiot in the crotch.

He was testing everyone’s patience and it wasn’t all fun and games in the slightest.

“Is this kid going to stare like he’s going to murder me or is he impaired?” Lucas asked randomly, chewing on a piece of ham.

“No, he’s not impaired.”

“Yes, I’m going to stare at you as is.”

The two replies blended, Lucas laughing boisterously at you and your son. “Didn’t know you two had telepathy. That was perfect.” He stuffed his face with more ham and salad. “Who cooked this? You should be the one marrying me. Hey, [Name], you should know how to cook. I’ve never seen you in the kitchen since we started dating. If you’re going to be my wife, I’d advise you to buy a cookbook. Or better, I’ll give you one. Your birthday’s coming up, right?”

You stared at him as if you found out that he served his children as the main course.

Hange had enough. They put down their knife and fork forcefully on their plate. “Okay, that was uncalled for, you piece of shit.”

Lucas leaned back, face set in faux surprise. “Whoa, Hange, behave, you rabid dog.”

When Hange started to stand up ready to drag the man outside of the house by his hair, you called for Lucas while wiping your mouth with a napkin. You looked up at him, eyes void of the warmth you held for your family. “Lucas, you’re in my house. As a guest, you’re the one who’s supposed to behave. This house isn’t under your name, it’s still under mine so I suggest you calmly eat your lunch before I throw you out for calling my best friend a dog when in reality, it reflects you more.”

Hange held back their smug smile with a murderous glare at Lucas, slicing their neck with a thumb before pointing at the brown-haired man.

“Oh, darling, I didn’t mean to say that. I was trying to tell Hange that—”

“Put a sock in it and eat what Oluo prepared.”

The butler then placed a pitcher of juice on the table, side-eyeing Lucas. “Never in my life would I marry you,” he muttered, tired of the presence of your betrothed (unfortunately).

The man at the head of the table snorted and brushed off Oluo’s comment. Nobody wanted to sit next to him but he let it get into his head, puffing out his chest at the thought that this will be his everyday position in the house. Right when the rest of the table thought his irrelevant remarks stopped, Lucas suggested something that Altair could use in his plan. “I noticed that this family never got out much. My darling, [Name], thought that the studio was the only place in the world.” Oluo opened his mouth to retaliate that by saying you traveled most of the world by now but Lucas continued talking. “Hange is this hermit who likes their microscopes too much. And don’t get me started on Caelum! He’s homeschooled!”

“Spoiler, we know that he is homeschooled,” Hange blankly drawled out. “So, what’s your point, arsehole?”

“Let’s go on a vacation!”

“Vacation—?” You muttered before Altair cut you off.

“Yeah, I agree.”

Everybody now stared at the gray-eyed boy, who appeared unbothered at your inquisitive glance.

“See,” Lucas pointed at Altair with a huge smile, “Your Highness agrees with me! It means it’s a great idea.”

“And where are we planning on doing that?” You asked carefully, your eyes never leaving your bright-eyed son.

“Maldives, Greece, France, Hawaii—”

“San Francisco,” Altair blurted out.

Hange mouthed the syllables, confusion clear on their face until they perked a little at the connection. They were going to agree but the boy pleaded with them with pursed lips to stay quiet for the meantime. You watched the exchange with wary eyes, sensing that this was probably what the two talked about earlier after breakfast. You always view their little secret meetings wholesome but now, something was underlying in Hange’s usual wide eyes, it looked like they had a breakthrough in a recent experiment. Your son also looked proud of the suggestion, with you wondering what made him say the place for this unplanned vacation. The only thing you remembered that had connections with California was Levi but that was too far of an assumption. You didn’t want to be delirious.

“San Francisco?” Lucas parroted, a laugh of disbelief coming out of him.

“Yeah, California?” Altair asked as if he was talking to a child younger than him. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where that is, Luke?”

“I know where it is! And my name’s Lucas, not Luke. For a smart kid, it seems like you can’t retain simple information like names in your brain. But if you insist that you’re, in fact, smart,” the brown-haired man leaned forward, mocking Altair’s unhurried tone, “what are we going to do there? Aren’t you a little too old for Disneyland? And isn’t this oddly specific?” He turned to you. “Right, darling? California is where that gremlin of your ex-husband lives, right? The one who told you you’re not good enough?”

“Excuse me?” you asked him incredulously.

“What do you have against my father, Luke?” Altair spat out the name, disgusted that he was even saying it even though it was only a shorter version of the man’s real name. He didn’t pay attention to your hand brushing over his or Hange’s little ‘ooh’, the latter sipping their juice like this was the melodrama of the century. The boy chose his words carefully. One phrase that might expose his life with Levi and everything will be over. Altair will have to apologize to Caelum a thousand times and this opportunity of going to California will evaporate like nothing. “I don’t know why you called my father that but you’re worth nothing compared to him. Would it kill you to be cordial for once? My mum accepted you in this family and all you do is take her kindness for granted. Are you even human? I’m starting to think that you only care because you’re being married to our family, and it’s a familiar situation because you look like a pitiful offering to the gods. I don’t understand what Mum sees in you and if you’re expecting me to act like you’re going to be my dad, please don’t because I would never in a million years.”

Altair stood up and apologetically smiled at you.

“I’m sorry, Mum, but I’m not hungry anymore. Is it okay if I go back to my room?”

“Of course. I’ll just bring you some snacks there later, okay?”

“Thank you,” he murmured, quickly kissing you on the head before leaving behind an infuriated Lucas, an amused Hange, and a concerned Oluo.

Once inside his room, more like his brother’s room, Altair again laid on the duvet with his arms and legs spread out. His eyes were seeking refuge on the Aquila constellation painted on the ceiling. He didn’t know how many hours he became an uncoordinated piece of warm pasta staring at an artificial constellation but lying down on his bed with an empty head was the other escape he had after talking with Lucas. Right when he was about to sit up to continue reading his unattended book, somebody twisted the doorknob of his room. It might be you, Altair eagerly sitting on his bed until his grin fell at the sight of Lucas halfheartedly lifting the saucer of strawberry cake. Altair groaned in aggravation, letting the covers bury him.

“I came here to apologize for what I said earlier, Your Highness,” Lucas started, preparing himself to sit on the bed after placing the treat by the tidy desk.

“Don’t sit on my bed. Place your arse elsewhere. I don’t want my covers to be stained by your miasma. It might overpower the lavender scent I love.”

“As what the prince commands,” the brown-haired man hissed, pulling on the study desk’s chair. He leaned forward on his seat, a faux smile pulling tightly on his mouth. Altair thought it looked ugly. “Hey, I want you to be real with me, Your Highness. I know this engagement came as a shock to you because you just came home and a dashing man suddenly swept your mother on her feet, but you have to face reality, little kid. You’ll be having a father again, aren’t you excited?”

“More like mortified.”

“Okay,” Lucas snapped, eyes flashing dangerously that Altair leaned back on his bed. “I don’t want this either and by you acting like a brat every second of the day, I’m willing to ship you to Timbuktu without a second glance and leave your mum.” He then laughed humorlessly. “But then, I understand. You are this kid who doesn’t know real people, no dad to care for you, and suddenly your mum fell in love with another person then marrying them. I would feel betrayed, too, as an eleven-year-old. However, I wouldn’t pull crazy outbursts like you, Your Highness.” The more he let out every word, Altair slowly sat up with a blank face. “I was eleven like you, you know. I remember having my first girlfriend at that age. You’ll slowly understand what it’s like to be a man in love.”

Altair narrowed his eyes. “Cut me some slack, I have far more important things in my life than falling in love. What are you really trying to say? That I should be more of a kid? I said those things because you’re hurting Mum. I know you don’t see it but we can. If you don’t want this, break the engagement.”

“I didn’t say anything about not wanting this engagement.”

Altair only rose an eyebrow.

“I meant that I didn’t want to be a father to a kid your age.”

The gray-eyed boy leaned forward with a mirthless smile on his face. “So now the problem is me? You were saying along the lines of shipping me to Timbuktu, you hate me that much, huh? Jokes on you because I’ll be staying with Mum the whole time you’re here, Luke. I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucas remembered what your parents told him, making him smile mysteriously. “Oh, you’re definitely going somewhere if you’re against this. We don’t want that, right?”

This man knows something Altair doesn’t. Of course, he didn’t miss your interaction with Hange in his room. Altair’s danger senses are tingling. This man has the power to manipulate people at his whim and it doesn’t sit right with the onyx-haired boy. Now, there are new additions to his plan. Prove to you that this man is a lying, cheating snake, stop the engagement, bring you to California to meet up with Levi, and bring the family back together again using Levi’s charms (he hoped his dad will go along with this plan). “I know what you’re really after, Luke.”

“Enlighten me, Your Highness.”

Altair clenched his fists. “Well, I can’t blame you, Mum is an unmarried woman who is successful, beautiful, intelligent, and everything positive in the world and you’re just a simple, generic man — greedy, misogynistic, and head full of good-for-nothing thoughts. But if you ask me, marriage is supposed to be based on something more than just lusting over a bank account, right?”

“Boy, your mother doesn’t know you’re this foulmouthed, does she? I’d say she completely underestimated you.”

“I suggest you don’t as well, Luke.”

“For your information, I’m not marrying your mother solely for your family’s money or last name. Your mother is probably my dream girl ever since I first saw her when we were teenagers.”

“I think she ran away from you and went to America but whatever floats your boat, Luke.”

“Stop interrupting me,” Lucas snapped before taking a deep breath, plastering a smile on his face again. Altair only stared at him with slight concern because this man is clearly not okay. “As I was saying, your mother is the woman I always wanted to marry. With your father in the equation all those years ago, I couldn’t make my dream happen. Now that I was given this opportunity by your grandparents, expect to see more of me, Your Highness. Hate to break it to you but you’re not the only man in [Name] [Last Name]’s life starting next month. Deal with it and face the slap of reality, kid.”

Altair glared at the man who was matching his murderous expression, the boy’s face effortlessly mimicking Levi’s. “I will do everything to stop this engagement, whether you like it or not. I will succeed and I’m not going anywhere. I will prove it to you, douchebag, so get ready to pack your bags because Mum doesn’t need a tool to be her husband.”

“You listen and you listen well. I am marrying your mother in a month whether you like it or not so I suggest you stop interfering and putting yourself with the adults. If you continue with this plan of yours, expect an orphanage as your next home, Your Highness, and you will lose your official title as the prince of this castle. One foot out of line and you’ll be away from your mum for good. Do I make myself clear?”

“Tell it to the entire world but my mum will only believe me and she’ll never let me go.”

Lucas gritted his teeth. “Do I make myself clear?”

The two of them stared at each other for a whole minute before Altair slightly smirked, adding Hange to make his plan a success. They will have to talk later in the night to make it possible. He could already see the reaction of this man in the future that Altair couldn’t help but feel superior. “Crystal.”

Caelum was happily munching on his breakfast the next morning, invigorated after a good night’s sleep with his father beside him. (That was also the first time in years that Levi had decent sleep.) He started appreciating the food Altair always had for breakfast until he heard his phone ring with a Facetime notification. He guiltily stared at it because he was supposed to be calling Altair to update him on yesterday’s events but his twin already beat him to it. The stretch of his contemplation was caught by Levi, who was sipping on his morning tea before shifting his gaze to his son.

“Aren’t you going to pick that up, Cae?” Levi asked, folding his newspaper.

Caelum jumped with a shaky smile. Since Levi knew about the switch, might as well answer this in front of him. “Oh, I was going to do it.” When he slid his figure on the answer button, Altair’s muttering greeted him, with Levi staring at Caelum curiously because the voice from the phone sounded like his other son. “Okay, what pissed on your breakfast?”

“Thank fuck you answered, Cae! And by the way, it’s afternoon here. It would be better if you asked what pissed on my lunch because I believe it’s a quite long story and I know the person behind it. Fucking hell, I hate him so much, I just want to…,” Altair acted stabbing motions with his hand that left Caelum staring at him with concern, the former running his hand through his hair with a groan right after. “I need your help, Cae, I can’t do this alone.”

“Is that Altair?” Levi stood up from his seat and stopped walking when he was behind Caelum. He ducked down a little to make himself visible on the frame. A comically wide-eyed Altair was on the screen of the phone. “You,” Levi started with narrowed eyes, seeing the older twin gulp, “are in so much trouble, Al. What were you thinking — going all the way to London? Are you even alright there? Who is this person you’re hating on right now — do I have to fly there as well? Why, for the love of God, do you think this was a good idea? Do you know how worried I am right now?”

Caelum awkwardly sat on his chair, pursing his lips at the series of questions. He thought that the scrambled eggs look scrumptious at the moment as he nibbled on a spoonful of it, looking down and never meeting the questioning eyes directed at him through his phone.

“Wait,” Altair blinked. “Dad knows?!”

“Yes, I know. And I’m right here, Al, don’t ignore me.”

Altair slowly stared at his father, smiling sheepishly at the unamused expression on Levi’s face. “Hi, Dad, how’s your morning? Good after a nice cup of black tea, right? I bet you slept well last night. Your dark circles cleared up.” Levi could only stare at him. Seeing as his father was waiting for an explanation, Altair turned to his twin. “Cae, how did he know?”

“I kind of confessed to it last night. His presence sucks all the truth out of me, believe it or not.”

“Understandable,” Altair murmured, nodding with furrowed brows. “I can’t lie in front of his face, too.”

“Just looking at his face does make you honest as you said. It’s just like your theory — Dad is the first one among our parents who will discover the switch.”

“I’m never wrong when it comes to our old man.”

“Can you two stop talking like I’m not here at all?” Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, Dad,” both boys replied.

“Thank you.” Levi opened his eyes and stared directly at Altair like he was going to suck his son’s soul. “Are you having a good time there? Is your mother…” At Levi’s faltering voice, Altair grinned devilishly while wiggling his eyebrows. Caelum even looked up at him with a knowing smile. The onyx-haired man wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the ground because his burning face didn’t help with the situation. He was just curious about you. That’s all. Nothing more. He looked away while asking, “How is she?”

Altair chuckled alongside Caelum, the former humming as he placed his chin on his hand. “Mom’s doing fine, Dad. In fact, she misses you, too.”

Levi turned quickly to the phone. “She does?”

“Mm-hmm,” the older twin nodded while Caelum only sipped on his orange juice. “She misses you so much that a close friend of the family suggested we go to San Francisco for a vacation. She agreed with it because she wanted to visit you and un-switch Caelum and me. She’s also going to make amends with not talking to you after eleven years.” Levi was starting to be skeptical about it so Altair laughed to ease the tension set on his father’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Dad, I’m not lying. Oluo is already buying the tickets as we speak. We’ll be flying there in about two days since Mom still has a client visiting her shop tomorrow. I’m not the only one excited about it.”

A stretch of silence answered Altair. Levi looked down on Caelum. “Do you trust him? Because I don’t like the way he’s speaking so cheerfully right now. That’s not my son on the screen.”

Caelum nearly laughed out loud before reaching up and patting his dad’s shoulder. “Just relax, Dad. Mum really does miss you. She still sketches you on random pieces of paper, if you must know. Think about it, Mum will be here and it is a great opportunity for you to talk to her about what happened years ago.”

“Yeah, Dad, you can handle this!”

Levi found himself nodding mindlessly while staring into space. “Yeah, I can handle meeting my ex-wife who I didn’t chase after. I can handle meeting the person who took away my virginity.” Altair chortled while Caelum choked on a piece of bacon, with Levi automatically rubbing his hand on the latter's back. “Yeah,” Levi looked back and forth between his sons, “I can handle this. Let’s get this show on the road, you brats.”

The plan was working but Caelum pointedly stared at his twin for not including that you’re engaged. Altair noticed the malicious intent from the other end so he pursed his lips, silently begging his younger brother to keep it silent for the meantime to prevent Levi from backing out. Caelum sighed, hoping that this wouldn’t be such a mess when the two days of wait are over, finishing his second serving of breakfast for the first time in years.

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clearsuitcasecookienerd · 4 years ago

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See You in the Stars (part 1)

hey y’all... so I did a thing... I wrote out one of my brain’s fic babies and here we are. a huge thanks to @lumosinlove for bringing these wonderful characters to life. and a huge thank you to everyone that encouraged me and helped me write this. y’all are truly the best <3 and yes, this is a multipart fic so be on the look out for more :)

Kasey loved to just stare at the moon and stars. He always had, for as long as he could remember. It was grounding. As grounding as having a mini existential crisis about how small and insignificant you really are can be. Staring at the moon and thinking about how a small hunk of rock that is gravitationally connected to the giant hunk of rock you’re living on can influence things like the ocean, it’s wild. It makes all your problems feel just a little bit more insignificant. The way space just expands and expands for literal light years and is full of stars and burning balls of gas and massive hunks of rock and the way there has to be life out there somewhere, because we really can’t be all that special. Space made his problems feel just insignificant enough where he could manage them. And space was always just outside the window. Except for where its day time, but the phenomenon that is clouds and the sun, that is another topic in and of itself.

As a kid, Kasey would get in trouble for staying up past his bed to look through his telescope up at the stars and moon. He didn’t understand why he was getting in trouble, he was still lying in his bed after all. When just lying in bed wasn’t helping him fall asleep, Kasey had begun to look out the window. Through his window he could see the stars and sometimes the moon. Over time he began to bring home books on the stars and the moon in addition to his hockey books from the library. At night, when everything got too quiet except for his thoughts, Kasey would stare at the stars and the moon and think about how maybe the thoughts running through his head that wouldn’t shut up maybe weren’t that important. Because they sure didn’t affect the moon, or the stars or any of the other thousands of galaxies in the sky. So if a burning ball of gas could have giant rocks circle around it hundreds of light years away then maybe he could pass the upcoming math test, or get his reaction time faster. And maybe it didn’t matter if he let in the goal that lost his team their last game against their rival. Because if it didn’t change the universe was it really that big of an issue?

So a couple months in to playing for the Rangers when Kasey found out Alex O’Hara had a similar fascination with space, grabbing take out and driving to a spot where they could lie on the ground and just stare into the sky after a long practice, or something equally as draining, became second nature. When Kasey had a rough game in goal or Alex was frustrated, all it took was one small jerk of the head to the side to let the other know that time with the sky was needed.

It was when they were lying in their spot, staring at the stars, when Kasey knew he had to tell Alex. They had called him this afternoon, “Hey Winter, we’ve got some news for you.” Calls during trade season weren’t rare, but Kasey had hoped that maybe he would escape this season without one. But sure enough, here he was, lying in the grass, staring at the sky and trying to figure out how he was supposed to tell the teammate that had quickly become his best friend, that this was probably one of the last times they’d be able to do this.

After he had hung up the phone, Kasey had slid down the wall he had been leaning against for support. He was leaving. He was packing his bags and headed for Gryffindor. Sure the Lions were a decent team, they had that rookie Black that was really promising, but they didn’t have everything. They didn’t have the family he had created with the Rangers and they didn’t have Alex. Alex who he had quickly grown close with and who knew there was someone under the goalie face that everyone said he was so good at. Alex, he’d have to let him know. Maybe under the stars, where everything just feels so insignificant. Where maybe moving away from everything he knew will feel just a little bit less meaningful.

A simple “stare at the stars tonight?” text and a couple hours later, Kasey still didn’t know how to explain the call he had received.

Alex had been talking about something for a while. Kasey hadn’t meant to stop listening but honestly all he could think about was Gryffindor and what the move would mean. Would he and Alex stay friends, stay in contact? Growing up, most kids didn’t understand what it was like to be so devoted to something the way Kasey was to hockey. But Alex, Alex understood and he understood the pressure to do well and perform.

Alex remembered those nights with Kasey under the stars. When Kasey Winter, the Rangers goalie, would take off his mask and become Kasey, someone Alex had fallen in love with. Lying under the stars and staring at the twinkling lights and the glowing moon, Alex met the man under the mask. But the first time he had stared at the sky with Kasey, Alex had lied. Well not completely.

Alex’s car had overheated on the way to practice that night and as he had pulled off the road and called the mechanic, Alex realized he would have to catch a ride home with one of the guys that night. After practice, he had gotten lucky and the team decided to grab dinner together at the local sub shop. When Kasey offered up a spot in his car for carpooling to dinner, Alex tried his best to nonchalantly take him up on it.

Alex loved the sub shop, he truly did, and so when he had realized he’d eaten too much it was already too late. Standing up, with what felt like a stomach the size of Texas, he had never been more glad he had chosen to wear sweats home from practice. As the hockey players began to move the tables they had shoved together back to their original locations, Alex had taken a deep breath and asked the question that would solve the problem he had been trying to figure out all night.

“Hey Winter,” Kasey turned around and gave him a half smile.

“What’s up, Hazard”

Scratching the back of his neck, Alex had completely stumbled over his words “So my car broke down on the way to practice and I called the mechanic and he towed it back to his place but he said he didn’t have a rental on him-” when he had looked up, Alex saw a subdued yet amused expression on Kasey’s face.

“Do you need a ride O’Hara?” Kasey had asked, trying to help the man out of his misery.

“Honestly that would be great if you don't mind,” Alex had said, “my apartments on your way home.”

Kasey had cracked a half smile and turned, swinging his keys on his finger and throwing a, let's go then, over his shoulder.

It wasn’t that Kasey was a bad driver, he was actually half decent. He stopped at stop signs for a full 3 seconds and he had stopped to let a squirrel cross the road. But after countless subs, Alex’s stomach wasn’t feeling too hot. As the shoulder of the road widened, Alex had seen his chance.

“Hey Winter, can you pull over for a second up there? I think I need a breather.”

As soon as Kasey had stopped the car, Alex hopped out, gulping down mouthfuls of the fresh air and staring at the still horizon while bent over with his hands on his knees. He hadn’t even noticed Kasey get out of the car and lean up against the passenger side until his nausea had subsided and he stood up. Kasey had been staring up at the sky. Glancing up, Alex noticed the stars were out and the moon was bright. Alex had simply said he thought the sky was pretty cool and it made him feel like a small little guy on a floating rock in the middle of an expansive stretch of space. And while he wasn’t completely lying, and he did feel pretty small, it wasn’t until he saw Kasey’s eyes light up out of the corner of his eye that he truly found the sky to be pretty cool. That night a bond had formed between the two hockey players. What Alex had thought was just a random comment he made after hoping he wasn’t going to lose his supper, was something that Kasey had been thinking about for years. It was something that grounded Kasey. And to have someone else think that… well Kasey felt slightly less alone on the big rock that exists in a wide expanse of space surrounded by balls of burning gas and other chunks of rock. And maybe feeling a little less alone could be a good thing.

It had started slowly, when the team would get together for dinner Alex would make a point of asking Kasey for a ride. And if they drove by a nice area, if Alex asked Kasey to pull over, Kasey wouldn’t question it. It took a couple nudges but once Alex heard Kasey talk about how staring at the stars caused everything in his life to seem just a bit smaller, Alex knew he was going to have to schedule star staring into his calendar more often.

Telling Alex had been hard. How do you say, I got traded and I leave for Gryffindor in 2 days. Well maybe just like that but that seemed too big. Staring off into the stars hundreds of millions of miles away it seemed easier.

“-and so then he shakes his head and tries to tell me-”

“That star over there is Sirius. It’s the brightest star in the sky.” Kasey interrupted Alex seemingly out of nowhere.

“Oh that's cool, isn’t it a part of that dog constellation?” Alex had known what was happening.

Kasey did this when he had something important to say that he wanted to seem a bit less meaningful when you are staring at the stars and realizing how insignificant your existence was. Or at least that's how he put it the one time Alex asked. Kasey would bring up a random star fact Alex knew he had memorized as a kid and Alex would play stupid and ask about it until Kasey was ready to talk about what was really on his mind.

“Sirius Black… that rookie, he’s going to be my new captain” Kasey had trailed off.

Alex had stared at the stars in shock, letting this settle in, “Oh?” he questioned.

“I got traded to Gryffindor.” Kasey had said in what Alex had coined his goalie voice. A stoney voice to match the stoney goalie face. “I leave in two days.”

“Well then,” Alex replied, “I’m glad we got to do this tonight.”

After they had stared into the vast night sky that Alex had begun to appreciate as much as Kasey did, Alex had finally broken the silence.

“You know, they have stars and a moon in Gryffindor too.” He had said matter of factly.

Kasey scoffed and raised his eyebrows as he had glanced over to look at his best friend, “No really? I wasn’t aware of that.”

Alex sighed and had looked over, “I just meant that even if you’re there… maybe we can still do this when you’re not busy. We can just lay down and stare at the stars and remember how meaningless we are together.”

That had made Kasey smile. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that while Alex hadn’t originally shared his fascination with the sky, they did share an interest in spending time together and clearing their heads.

“And how do you propose we do that?” Kasey chuckled following the first smile Alex had seen of the night.

“I don’t know Winter, why don’t you use that smart head of yours and think us up a plan,” Alex replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What if…” Alex had responded, with his voice progressively getting softer, “whenever you look at the stars, you remember that you and I, two tiny specks of nothingness, are looking at the same sky and if we can see those flaming balls of gas so many miles away then we must not actually be that far apart.”

“Yeah, that’s nice.” Kasey responded just as quietly. “I’m going to miss you Posie.”

Alex had smiled lightly, “I’m going to miss you too, but you’ll be up there.” He said as he had gestured up to the sky. “I’ll see you in the stars Bear, always.”

And as they lay there in the silence that followed, maybe, just maybe, Alex had meant what he said a little bit more than how he would to any other friend. But also maybe Kasey needed to hear it, to hear that he wasn’t as alone as he thought, after years of feeling insignificant on a floating rock. On a rock where nothing you did really mattered in the scheme of things, where nothing really mattered because you were so small. Where it didn’t matter that Alex was slowly falling deeper and deeper in love with his best friend. Or where it didn’t matter that Kasey was leaving the one person that made him feel grounded in a world that constantly made him question his relevance His relevance on a giant rock that spun around a ball of flaming gas that existed in an endless galaxy of other balls of burning gas and giant rocks where there were likely other people whose lives weren’t relevant in retrospect either.

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remusmainhoe · 4 years ago

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sirius x reader

warning:smut, language.

not sure what it is, I wanna say friends, to lovers, but really I just got carried away. I hope you love it, I had fun writing it.

I was laying on the grass, near the black lake. The sun shined on the water, the warm breeze lifting the pages of my book, my mother had gotten me about medicine since she worked at st. Mungos, but I always preferred the greek mythology books my dad had left me. I saw him from a distance, sitting down on the grass, sheltered by the shade of a tree, his back relaxed against the bark. Two other girls near him were giggling at each other, stealing glances of him every now and then, their cheeks flushed with anticipation for his attention. Even from a distance, I could make out his face, unbothered by the girls, his dark, smooth hair dancing in front of his face every now and then. His eyes remained closed, his mouth carved into that faint grin he wore so much. James was next to him, his mouth moving, grasping the snitch before it got too close to freedom, and letting it go once more. Seeing how James ran a hand through his jet black hair, careful enough to leave it perfectly messy. Remus crouched down on the floor, eyes hungrily reading every word of the paper in front of him. A strand of his sandy brown hair on his face gone ignored, his hands grasping his quill, focused. Peter was watching James, as his hands clasp around the snitch for the 100th time.

I couldn’t help catching a glimpse of the boy, feeling like the other girls whose eyes also felt what I could only describe as a magnetic pull toward him. To me, he felt like a flame, you could appreciate it, and regard it as precious, but you know better than to get too close. I try to peel my eyes off him, staring back at the book in my lap. When my eyes tired of the words on the page that no longer meant anything, I looked up again only to find those piercing eyes staring back. The corner of his mouth lifting, flashing his teeth, his calculating eyes refusing to let me go. I tear away from him, refusing to give in. I stand up, picking up my things, and make my way back to the Gryffindor tower, rushing up the stairs to my dormitory. I laid in bed, refusing to acknowledge the way he made me feel. The butterflies that swarmed through my body, the warm feeling in my chest, because no one can have this much control over me. Falling asleep that night, his eyes being the last thought before I fall asleep, and my first thought when I wake up.

Waking up slowly, getting out of bed, taking the morning air deeply, letting it feel my lungs, and hoping it could erase that feeling he made me feel. The great hall filled with the first light of the day, my lids heavy as I sit down at the Gryffindor table. The table slowly filling up with students fueling up for the days' classes. I ate my breakfast in silence, lightly listening to the words the other girls were gossiping to me. When I felt those piercing eyes on me again, not wanting to believe my own senses, I ignored them. Lessons that day went by blandly and slowly, I plopped down on my chair in the astronomy tower at midnight. Opening my book to get ready for the lesson, I felt someone sit down next to me, I glanced quickly to see who it was.

“I hope this seat wasn’t being saved for someone else,” he says, clearly noticing the confusion on my face.

“Um, no, it's ok” I sputter out, he flashed another smile in response, in turn making those damn butterflies return, I fight the slight heat in my cheeks.

Before anything else can happen, the professor calls things into order, starting the lesson for the day. Any of the tiredness that I felt, fluttered away. the professor assigned us to fill a star chart of the different constellations with a partner.

“Well, what do you say, partner?” He said turning his body to my attention, certainty in his voice.

I had known him enough to know the charade he performed with other girls, making them stutter slightly, making their cheeks hurt with the smile he would cause. I was certainly not one to judge, for who could blame them? The way that he moved in a way that felt effortlessly yet still carried some precision, the way his words came out of his mouth like honey. The most frustrating thing that made it difficult to forgive him for the effect he had, was that he knew he was goddamn gorgeous, and he liked to see the effect he could have.

“I say, I'm tired, and I wanna get this over with,” I said, surprising myself.

His eyes flickered with something, his shitfaced grin refusing to leave. He turned to his telescope and started to get to work. His hand fidgeting with his quill, his other hand gracing the telescope. I turned my head back to my telescope, observing Perseus, Studying the made-up lines I imagined connecting the stars, picturing Perseus ‘the hero’ with his sword and shield. I started plotting the dots on the chart, his hand hovering on the paper before getting to work on another part of the sky. I then saw Canis Major, which wasn’t that hard to find due to the brightest star ‘Sirius’. Remembering the books I read on the stories and mythology of the stars. Picturing Laelaps the dog that always caught whatever it hunted. sent to hunt the Teumessian fox, a fox that could never be caught. Realizing that they were doomed to be the hunter and the hunted for eternity, Zeus turned them both to stone then placed them in the sky as the constellations Canis Major (Laelaps) and Canis Minor (the Teumessian fox). The irony, of course, is that they continue the chase in an eternal hunt, with Canis Minor rising in the winter skies about an hour before Canis Major, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Did you find a man on the moon or something?” Sirius’s voice pulling me back to the astronomy tower.

“Hmm?”

“You’re smiling at the stars” he pointed out, his eyes full of intrigue.

“Oh, it's nothing, I just like the constellations and the myths and stories they carry,” I explain focusing once more and filling out the star chart we were almost finished with.

“Like what?” He asked leaning closer as if it were a deep secret only he was to hear.

“Well… I like the pegasus,” I said drawing it on the star chart “The winged horse, in Greek mythology, used by Zeus to carry thunder and lightning,” I said not being able to hide an amused smile.

“ the stories become a bit tangled though, there are different stories about each of them…” I continued “like the birth of Orion, one story tells how his father was a poor shepherd called Hyrieus. Once, Zeus, Hermes, and Poseidon stopped by Hyrieus’ house. Hyrieus was so generous with his guests that he killed the only animal he had - an ox. Hyrieus was not aware that his guests were gods. The gods wanted to reward Hyrieus’ generosity by granting him a wish. Hyrieus’ biggest desire was to have a child. The gods told him to bury the hide of the bull he had sacrificed to them and to pee on it. After nine months, a boy was born in that place. The child became a very handsome and strong man. He became a very good hunter and threatened to kill all of the wild animals of the world, however, Gaia the mother of all animals was not pleased with his intention. Gaia set a giant scorpion on Orion, who soon realized that’s strength and sword were useless against the mighty Scorpio. Orion tried to escape, but was stung and placed in the stars along with the Scorpio set to chase him forever as a reminder from Gaia to protect the environment.” I stopped talking, realizing that who I had been ranting to. Instead of looking up to see a look of boredom, and annoyance that I was expecting to see, I was met with those eyes, laser-focused on me, his body slightly leaned in my direction.

“I told you, it's nothing, just random shit I think about” I dismiss it trying to not get sucked into his gaze.

“Is that we read so often outside near the lake?” He asked, not looking away from me.

“Among other things” I respond, before can think about it, I say “why do you care?”

He looked at me for a moment, “I don't” he said, and leaned back in his chair for a few minutes staring at the sky. Our star sheet laid out completed, and minutes to spare.

“But let's say I do,” he said leaning back toward me swiftly, his scent gracing my nose, my lungs filling lightly with cologne, leather, and cigarettes.

“Ok, humor me.” I say “what could Mr. popularity possibly have to care about? Apart from his hair”, I say, this time keeping eye contact.

“What do you have against my hair?” He said in the mocked offense.

“Nothing” I answer with slight sarcasm, slightly holding my hands up in defense.

I don't know what made me feel the need to not let him get to me. Hogwarts, although a big castle, I would always see how the girls would spoil him with love, and attention. I’ve read enough books, I don't want to be the “I'm not like other girls” bullshit, but I'm not gonna let him play his little game of cat and mouse.

He paused for a moment before speaking again, “well I just think that any book that can keep you from stealing glances at me, must be one hell of a book”

“Well, you think mighty big of yourself” I choke out a laugh, “you know, for a second there you had me,” I say without missing a beat.

“Is that so?” He countered.

Before I can say more, the lesson ends, I grab my things not trusting myself to say more. Getting to my dorm room, my head infected with him. His grin plastered on his face, with those eyes that see right through anyone. I'm not angry with what he said, it's what he made me feel that terrified me.

The next day, I sat at the Gryffindor table having breakfast, when I felt someone sit next to me. I turned and saw him sitting there, a bit further from his groupie.

“What are you doing over here,” I asked out of pure reflex.

“It is a free country” he responded as he served his breakfast.

“Yeah… sorry” he hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t my business, even if it was weird to see his hip separated from James. We ate in silence and headed to our first class, transfiguration, the moment I took my seat, he plopped down next to me.

“Ok, what’s your game here?” I ask him, frustrated that I even have to fight back a grin playing at the corner of my mouth. If he noticed, he didn’t say so.

“Nothing,” he said innocently. The class began, and we were assigned to transform bunnies into slippers. I managed to make some hoping slippers, with a tail at the back, Sirius chuckled at them.

“Don't judge them” I said, not even realizing I was smiling.

“I'm sorry,” he says, poorly hiding his amusement.

“Why don't you try it then” I challenge looking at his bunny.

“Ok, fine” he shrugged, with a swish of his wand, his bunny turned into a pair of slippers you would probably only find at a high-end store. “I could give you a lesson if you want” he teased.

“You know, one day you’re going to need slippers that jump,” I said catching my slippers, and transforming them back into the fluffy bunny.

The classes after that, he sat next to me, at first I thought he would come back to his senses and go back to his group, but after 2 weeks of laughing at his jokes in class, how he would pull a little prank, how he would know how to get me to start ranting about something, I didn’t think twice about it. He then started to sit with me in the library, and distract me from doing work. Later on, he and I would go out near the black lake where I once sat alone, I read to him the stories I held so deep to my heart. He would grasp every word of it.

It was inevitable, but after a while, I started to hang out with the others too. Remus and I would revise together, James would pull me into small pranks, and I would help Peter understand some of the charms he couldn’t do.

I tried not to think about the things I would feel when I saw Sirius. How I wanted to mess up his hair just a little bit because it was too perfect. How his laughter gave me a feeling of happiness that spread to my mouth that made me smile and laugh like an idiot. How I would think about the way that his muscles moved when he practiced quidditch with James, how his face looked chiseled by the gods.

I was back in the Gryffindor common room, trying to finish as much work as I could before I realized that the common room was empty, looking up at the clock to see the hands read 3:30 in the morning. I was about to gather my things to head to my dorm and call it a night when I heard the door to the common room open. Turning around, I didn’t see anyone there, yet the door started to close on its own, the fat lady fast asleep. Before I can even process it, I hear a thump near the fireplace, and all of the sudden see Sirius on the floor, a cloak next to him. Before I can even question it, I see the scarlet red that trails on his white shirt, I felt my eyes open wide as I rush to him, my legs forming a mind of their own.

“Sirius?”

He looks up at me, “y/n.. I-“ he's cut off with a hiss of pain escaping his mouth as the blood trails down.

“Take off your shirt so I can see”

“Isn’t that a bold request” he forces a teasing smile.

“Your a wanker” I say trying not to laugh, my heart still racing. “You know what I mean”

He lifts the white shirt, if it weren’t for the gash on his torso, I could have been easily distracted by the way that his muscles moved. The way that the low light of the fireplace reflected off his skin, the way that his skin glowed from a slight sheen of sweat.

“Stay here, ill be right back,” I say getting up, he grabbed my hand before I could move.

“You can't get any help,” he said, his voice laced with panic.

“It's ok, I have some bandages in my dorm,” I said. I rushed up to my trunk and grabbed what I needed, my mother always made sure I was prepared and was eager to teach me everything she could about her work. I rushed back to the common room, kneeling next to him. My fingers slightly shaking from the initial shock. The scratch was deep, so I started to work on some charms that my mother had taught me. Sirius was laying down on his elbows. After healing the wound as much as I could, I grabbed a small towel, drowning it in water, and brushing it lightly on his dark red blood now rusting slightly on him.

“How do you know all that?” He asked, I hadn’t noticed him looking at me.

“My mum” I answered wrapping him up in bandages. “How does it feel?” I asked

“Loads better” he answered.

“You better get some rest, take the bandage off tomorrow in the morning, if it hasn’t healed completely tell me,” I said, “did you lose a lot of blood?” I asked starting to examine him to see if he was paler than usual”

“I'm ok y/n, thank you,” he said, “aren’t you gonna ask me why I was butchered, or why I'm out at 3 in the morning?” He asked.

“If you want to tell me, id be glad to hear it, but it's non of my business” I answered honestly, he looked at me relieved, “thank you, it's not really my secret to tell”. He was sitting up a lot straighter.

“I get it,” I said sincerely.

“Why are you up so late?” He asked.

“I was just working a bit, got carried away. I was on my way to my dorm when you stumbled in” I smiled.

“Yeah, sorry bout that”

“It's nothing, my mum would probably thank you for giving some medical practice” I joke.

“Glad to help. It's hypnotizing seeing you so focused.” He said

I laid in my bed that night, feeling guilt for knowing that I got so close to the flame I promised myself I wouldn’t touch, yet also feeling a sense of relief that he was ok.

The next morning I sat in the morning, not being able to help myself, wanting to know how he was. He came downstairs, the look of surprise evident in his eyes at seeing me waiting for him.

“Y/n,” he said.

“Hey, sorry, I just wanted to know if you were ok”

“Yeah, It's healed” he answered making sure only I could hear him.

“That’s good… well I just… I just wanted to make sure”

“Thank you again,” he said, taking a step closer.

His eyes were piercing right through me, his hand hovering slightly over mine. I leaned up and kissed him, my hand over his jaw, my lips on his, my tongue tasting him like a drug I never knew I was sober from. His lips welcoming me, I snapped back into reality and pulled away, his eyes still close leaning in my direction.

“I'm sorry… I … sorry” was all I could spit out, I made my way back to my dorm feeling like a fool for thinking that a guy like Sirius would like me, that he regarded me any more different than the other girls that touched those same lips. I had been stupid, I had burned my house I worked so hard to protect, on that flame yet what scared me was that I would do it again. His hand grabbed my wrist. before I knew it, those lips met mine again, but this time they were prepared. He pulled apart just enough to speak.

“I want you y/n”

“You already have me”

I couldn’t even think about how stupid I was being, how cheesy this all was, because when his hands lingered on my waist as his lips enraptured me all thoughts and common sense went out the window. Up in his dormitory he closed the door, we both knew everyone would be in lessons. My hands tangled in his hair finally getting a chance to mess it up. His hands sliding my shirt off as he unclipped my bra, and I took his shirt off, and he pulled down my skirt, I slipped out of my shoes. For a moment he looked at me, revealed for him, exposed.

“My merlin you’re even more gorgeous than I thought,” he said breathlessly. I could feel myself blush, he started to massage my breasts, and I let out a moan. I unbuckled his belt and felt him hard for me. All this time I thought he was in control, yet he felt the same things I felt. I slipped a hand removing his trousers enough to relieve him a bit, he let out a low growl and I throbbed. He moved my panties, starting to draw circles on my clit making me unravel. I laid on his bed, pinned down beneath him, he stretched me out, and I let out a gasp of pleasure. His mouth began to play with my nipples, placing hickeys everywhere because I was his. I bit down a moan.

“Don't hold it back love, I wanna hear you scream” he said in my ear. His movements making the pleasure in my abdomen build-up, but I knew he would tell me when I could cum for him.

“Sirius” his name coming out of my lips like water.

“Cum for me darling”

#sirius black #sirius #sirius x reader #marauders #marauders fanfiction #harry potter marauders #smut roleplay #sirius x reader smut #harry potter #hogwarts

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frangipanilove · 5 years ago

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Episode 10x11 “Morningstar”: Sirius, the star that returns just before dawn...

SIRIUS AND MORNINGSTAR

A theme in all of my theories has been how TPTB like to utilize synonymous symbols, for example how the symbols «bear» and «beer» really means the same, and they are utilized in similar ways in TPTB’s use of symbolism. For example, both «beer» and «bear» ultimately points to the North Star, and it ultimately means «home». I’ve written about it elsewhere, so I won’t get into it here. The way it works is that one symbol alone does not tell the full story. It is the symbols together that act like a secret language, where words make up sentences, and several symbols together can tell complex stories. The Sirius symbolism tells one such complex story. It’s been a long story, it started in 4x12 «Still», but now were about to see that story come to its fulfillment, and I suspect these next few weeks will be glorious for TDers!

The Sirius symbolism is without a doubt what I’ve talked about the most in terms of TD symbolism. It took a couple of seasons for me to figure out which direction of TPTB wanted to take it, but I never doubted that I was on to something important, because TPTB consistently left enough breadcrumbs for me to follow, and there was no way they all could’ve been coincidences. I’ve written a master post on my interpretation of the Sirius symbolism here:

https://frangipanilove.tumblr.com/post/183736635005/sirius-and-the-north-star-or-pigs-feet-and-frosty

Since I’ve written so extensively on it earlier, I won’t go into detail, but the bullet points go something like this: Sirius is the brightest star on the night sky Sirius is affectionately called «the Dog Star» (hence all the dog symbolism around Beth) Sirius means «scorching, glowing» Sirius disappears from the night sky for a time, it’s «just gone»… Sirius eventually returns to the nights sky, it re-appears «just before Dawn» Sirius is therefore called «The Morningstar».

Try to put yourself in my shoes for one second. I’ve been tracking the Sirius symbolism for literal years, I’ve written tens of thousands of words on it, and even if I sometimes get super exited over «finds», or «evidence» I also spend a lot of time in self doubt, wondering where this symbolism is supposed to go. Because unless it actually goes somewhere, its useless. Sure, I believe in what I’ve found, and in recent years I’ve had the pleasure of sharing this theory with other brilliant theorists, and engaging in discussions with them, discussing it and enhancing the theories with the help of exeptionally creative people, and if they find it credible, then I shouldn't feel so much self doubt about it, right?

But I always feel that it needs to go somewhere. When will it culminate? When will it be fulfilled?

Well, I believe the time has come! I believe the Sirius symbolism will be fulfilled in a spectacular way real real soon. And this is why:

Episode 10x11 is called………»MORNINGSTAR»!!!

After all the Sirius symbolism we’ve had around Beth (and Rick) since s4, we will now, in just a few weeks, get an episode that will actually canonically be called «Morningstar». Remember, Sirius IS the Morningstar, it re-appears just before dawn after having been «just gone» for some time…

(originally it was Venus that was thought to be the Morningstar. However, Venus is a planet, not a star. It appears at dusk as well as at dawn, but mostly, its not the Morningstar because it’s a planet. Venus has a fascinating history in history, literature and mythology though, and I might do more on it at some point)

I became aware of the Sirius symbolism after 4x13, after watching the now legendary Sirius piggyback.

I observed the Frosty Cola on the kitchen table, serving as a massive hint towards the «Sirius» poems of Robert Frost, And interestingly, just before Siddiq was murdered in 10x7, TPTB gave us one of the most famous Robert Frost quotes in existence; «I’ve got miles to go before I sleep» It foreshadowed Siddiq’s death, but on a happier note, it also provided evidence that the Sirius symbolism was still at play, so many seasons later. Not that I ever doubted it, but its always nice to get confirmation.

THE 10X10 CLOCK FROM «SLABTOWN»

The 10x10 clock from «Slabtown» is probably the single most anticipated piece of symbolism in the TD fandom ever. But I want to officially throw out there that I believe the really groundbreaking symbolic gem will occur in 10x11 «Morningstar». And here’s why:

I’ve written thousands of words on the 10x10 clock over the years, and so has other brilliant theorists in the fandom such as @twdmusicboxmystery @angelthefirst1 @bethgreeneprevails and @wdway to name a few, as well as a large number of anonymous contributors. However, as much as I have been anticipating episode 10x10, I’m starting to believe that the correct way to interpret the «Slabtown» clock is to think of it as pointing towards episode 10x11 «Morningstar» rather that towards 10x10.

In other words, I believe the 10x10 clock from «Slabtown» points to episode 10x11, not 10x10.

Allow me to explain. In «Shane’s «22» necklace» theory, I talked a lot about different ways of interpreting the «Slabtown» clock. I discussed how it can be interpreted as pointing towards episode 2x2, 2x10, 10x2, 10x10.

Obviously these episode numbers consists of various combinations of the numbers on the 10x10 «Slabtown»clock. Read it here if you want:)

https://frangipanilove.tumblr.com/post/187351457970/blue-clues-shanes-22-necklace-truckers

In addition, the number «22» is interesting, as «22» is a different way of writing 10PM. Of course, I want to tie it to the theory I wrote on Shane’s «22» necklace.

But first and foremost, in my opinion it’s Noah's t-shirt that primarily foreshadows 10x11 as an important TD episode. Link to noah’s T-shirt theory here:

https://frangipanilove.tumblr.com/post/185522170650/noahs-t-shirt-theory

Remember Noah's t-shirt? A stylized version of the Blue Heron bird seen behind both Rick and Beth? The bird that I believe ultimately represents survival, rebirth, salvation-via-helicopter?

Noah's t-shirt also had the mysterious writing «One One Recording Studio» on it. And this is the important part; «One One» can be interpreted simply as «2»!

Or….»11»!

And if this is starting to seem a bit technical with a bunch of random numbers, please don’t give up on me just yet, there will be a point to all of this! The «one one» on Noahs t-shirt is not random, far from it! It’s super significant !

Remember the fire truck that Abe and friends found, and used to drive towards Washington DC back in 5x5 «Self Help»? They conveniently found it in a building that had a giant «102» written on it. The fire truck itself had «82» written on it. It foreshadowed the Blue Heron painting seen behind Rick in 8x2, and it was one of the first instances of foreshadowing fulfilled that I discovered myself. I wrote about it in «Noah's t-shirt theory».

But my point this time around, is that I suspected that there could be several ways of interpreting the «82» on the fire truck. It could clearly also point to 8x11, because obviously «11» consists of two «ones», or «one one» as Noah's t-shirt said.

And 8x11 actually turned out to be a treasure trove of this particular brand of Sirius symbolism that ’m looking for.

Remember in Robert Frost’s original poems about Sirius he describes Sirius as a «…heavenly overlord with a star in its eye». Sirius was referred to as a one-eyed dog because of the celestial maps used at the time, had the constellation “Canis Major” depicted with a star in one eye (Sirius), giving the impression of being a one-eyed dog.

TPTB played into this impression of Sirius as a one-eyed dog by having the scruffy one-eyed dog come visit Beth and Daryl in 4x13 «Alone». Sirius as a one-eyed dog is canon in TWD-verse.

So, back to 8x11. We watched Father Gabriel, almost blind due to an infection on the optical nerve, stumble his way across a virtual minefield of animal traps surrounding a dilapidated house that we later came to affectionately call the Radio Shack.

Radios are closely associated to Sirius symbolism due to the connotation to Sirius Satellite Radio, something which I explained in my Sirius masterpost that I linked to above.

So the fact that FG lost his eyesight on one eye in this episode (and became a Sirius figure «with a star in one eye» ) is super significant.

There were other significant moments as well, such as when FG and Dr. Carson found a piggy bank with the inscription «Ham Radio» in the radio shack. Ham radio is a term describing short band amateur radio.

But anyone remember the «Sirius Piggyback» from «Alone»? In order to tie these two episodes together, TPTB gave us a Sirius Piggyback in 4x13, and a Sirius Piggybank in 8x11.

Also, I believe there’s a connection between the «Ham Radio» Piggy bank, the Sirius piggyback and the Pig’s feet. More on that in a different post.

An even crazier callback to «Alone» was the animal traps outside the radio shack. Dr. Carson managed to step into one of them, much like Beth did in 4x13.

The Sirius callbacks in 8x11 makes me expect great things from 10x11 «Morningstar». And on the surface, it will probably be about the new cool medieval weapon we’ve seen Daryl sexily carrying around in various teasers. But come on! This episode is not about some weapon, unless you want to describe Beth as a weapon. And I’m sure you could!

I also at one point wrote a post about a sequence from 2x8 “Nebraska”. Rick, Glenn and Hershel encountered a couple of guys from Philadelphia. They weren’t the friendly kind, and ended up dead pretty soon, but the sequence was interesting for a few reasons. One, the Philly dude was wearing a sports team t-shirt with the number...yes...11 on the back. Also, much later it was indicated through a teaser that the Helicopter people had taken Rick to Philadelphia. Or at least that Philadelphia was involved in Rick’s new arc in some way.

Here’s my post on it:

https://frangipanilove.tumblr.com/post/187000918775/the-philadelphia-angle-or-noahs-t-shirt-theory

I’ve been tracking Sirius symbolism since s4. Its not a coincidence that we now get an episode called «Morningstar»! It’s fulfillment of symbolism from up to six seasons ago. And it’s certainly no coincidence that «Morningstar» will be the eleventh episode of the season. On the contrary, it’s a continuation of the Sirius thematics introduced in 8x11, with FG, the radio shack and the animal traps.

It will also be a fulfillment of the «One One Recording Studio» written on Noah's t-shirt.

And, if you need further evidence that 10x11 will be huge for TD, consider that Christ at one point in the Bible, namely in Revelation 22.16, described himself as «the Morningstar»:

«I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.» Every TDer will recognize Beth as a Christ figure, and reading about Christ describing himself as the «morning star» should make us all very exited about 10x11.

This is already long, so I’ll stop now. But know that there is plenty more to say about this. For instance, despite having written about Shane’s «22» necklace, I haven’t elaborated much on the Beth/Shane parallels/anti-parallels, which I absolutely could’ve. But did anyone notice exactly where in «Revelation» Christ referred to himself as the «Morning Star»? Yup, it was Revelation 22.16.

We have a «22» reference and a «Morning Star» reference in the same spot in the Bible. Shane has a «22» necklace, and the «10x10» clock from «Slabtown» can be interpreted as pointing to various episodes containing the numbers «22» (2x2, 2x10, 10x2, 10x10), it could point to «22» as in 10PM, it could point to 10x11 «Morningstar», it could point to Revelation 22.16. It’s never-ending.

Not to mention, something that occurred to me the other day…At this point I’m not entirely sure how much emphasis I should put on it, but as far a coincidences go, this was an interesting one…

Daryls scar can easily be interpreted as pointing towards 10x11! The “x” obviously stands for “10″, and the parallel lines could easily be interpreted as “2″, or “11″...

Interestingly, it is also fairly common to utilize «Morningstar» as a name associated with the Devil, as in Lucifer Morningstar. And here’s where it gets messy, because «Lucifer» literally means «Light Bringer» and is meant to describe “Venus as the Morningstar” bringing the first light. To my knowledge, the use of «Morningstar» as a name for the Devil has its origin from art and literature rather than from the Bible. But I’m curious to see what TPTB does with this rich material. There are so many ways they could play it.

But bottom line is, Venus was a planet, while Sirius is the actual Morning Star. And the Morningstar will arrive in about three weeks....

Can this hiatus please be over already, it’s been 184 years…

#Team Delusional #team defiance #team beth lives #bethyl #Beth Greene #BETH LIVES #beth is alive #beth x daryl #beth and daryl #twd #10x11 morningstar

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drippingwords22 · 3 years ago

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I love writing about family dynamics so this is a story about that. It’s slightly inspired by Sirius’ and Regulus’ relationship but its very very slight. Hope y’all like it!

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It started with a boy. A boy with laughing green eyes and curly hazel hair. A boy with bright blue jeans and baggy black shirts. A boy with an easel and brush, painting reds and greens.

It ended with a boy. A boy with jaded green eyes and limpy hazel hair. A boy with faded patched jeans and a small black shirt. A boy with recycled paper and pencil stubs, drawing black and greys.

It started with his brother. A boy with serious green eyes and neatly combed hazel hair. A boy with stiff black shirts and ironed black pants. A boy by the piano playing chords and simple notes.

It ended with his brother. A boy with proud green eyes and long locks of hazel hair. A boy with silk green shirts and brown leather pants. A boy by the piano playing larghissimo and prestissimo.

It started with a boy. Bright and shining, always the star. Winning competitions and dressed in clothes of the best quality. Popular and smart, envied by many.

It ended with a boy. Weary and sad, faded out from the light. Counting pennies and dressed in patched clothes, trying to make ends meet. Intelligence wasted and friendless, pitied by strangers.

It started with his brother. Awkward and uneasy, always second best. Outshined with consolation prizes and dressed in clothes meant to blend in. Loner with poor grades, ignored by the crowd.

It ended with his brother. Confident and brilliant, sure of himself. Accepting prizes with a grin and dressed in fine clothes. Wittiness finally appreciated, in the limelight at last.

It started with a boy. Arrogance after dozens of wins, belief that he didn’t need help. But even stars need constellations to shine, brothers’ and sisters’ support.

It ended with a boy. Coming back like a dog with its tail between its legs, finally swallowing his pride. Welcomed back by his mother and father, brother hugging him with a smile.

It started with his brother. Determined to be the best, practicing for hours on end. Support came from his father and mother, aunts and uncles, cousins galore.

It ended with his brother. Delighted for his hard work to pay off, finally growing in self assurance. Elated to have his brother back, for now they were equal in talent and ability.

It started with two boys, both with their own talents. One who grew up with wins, growing in arrogance. One who grew up not doing well, growing in determination.

It ended with two brothers, both equal in what they did. One who grew up and realised his mistakes. One who grew up and realised he was great.

For stars can be bright on their own but a constellation of stars can shine even brighter.

This is the story of two boys, two brothers. Rigel and Betelgeuse, the brightest stars of the brightest constellation, shining brighter than ever before together.

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andromeda1023 · 4 years ago

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Sirius, the brightest star of the entire night sky, is visible from almost everywhere on Earth except the northernmost regions. It is, in fact, a binary stellar system, and one of the nearest to our Sun – only eight light-years away.

Known since antiquity, this star played a key role for the keeping of time and agriculture in Ancient Egypt, as its return to the sky was linked to the annual flooding of the Nile. In Ancient Greek mythology, it represented the eye of the Canis Major constellation, the Great Dog that diligently follows Orion, the Hunter.

Dazzling stars like Sirius are both a blessing and a curse for astronomers. Their bright appearance provides plenty of light to study their properties, but also outshines other celestial sources that happen to lie in the same patch of sky.

This is why Sirius has been masked in this picture taken by amateur astronomer Harald Kaiser on 10 January from Karlsruhe, a city in the southwest of Germany.

Once the glare of Sirius is removed, an interesting object becomes visible to its left: the stellar cluster Gaia 1, first spotted last year using data from ESA's Gaia satellite.

Gaia 1 is an open cluster – a family of stars all born at the same time and held together by gravity – and it is located some 15 000 light-years away. Its chance alignment next to nearby, bright Sirius kept it hidden to generations of astronomers that have been sweeping the heavens with their telescopes over the past four centuries. But not to the inquisitive eye of Gaia, which has been charting more than a billion stars in our Milky Way galaxy.

Mr Kaiser heard about the discovery of this cluster during a public talk on the Gaia mission and zealously waited for a clear sky to try and image it using his 30 cm-diameter telescope. After covering Sirius on the telescope sensor – creating the dark circle on the image – he succeeded at recording some of the brightest stars of the Gaia 1 cluster.

Gaia 1 is one of two previously unknown star clusters that have been discovered by counting stars from the first set of Gaia data, which was released in September 2016. Astronomers are now looking forward to Gaia's second data release, planned for 25

Date: 28 January 2018 Depicts: Gaia 1 Copyright: H. Kaiser

https://sci.esa.int/web/gaia/-/59952-obscured-sirius-reveals-gaia-1-cluster

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Jupiter Peaks in Perfection, the Moon Becomes a Pre-dawn Silver Sliver, and some Deep Sky Delights!

(Above: A simulated view of Jupiter for 10:20 pm EDT on May 12, when the moon Galilean Europa and its shadow will be crossing the planet’s disk.)

Astronomy Skylights for this week (from May 6th, 2018) by Chris Vaughan. (Feel free to pass this along to friends and send me your comments, questions, and suggested topics.) I post these with photos at http://astrogeoguy.tumblr.com/ where the old editions are archived. You can also follow me on Twitter as @astrogeoguy! Unless otherwise noted, all times are Eastern Time. Please click this MailChimp link to subscribe to these emails. If you are a teacher or group leader interested joining me on a guided field trip to York University’s Allan I. Carswell Observatory, or another in your area, visit www.astrogeo.ca.

If you’d like me to bring my Digital Starlab inflatable planetarium to your school or other daytime or evening event, visit DiscoveryPlantarium.com and request me. We’ll tour the Universe together!

Public Events

On Monday evenings, York University’s Allan I. Carswell Observatory runs an online star party - broadcasting views from four telescopes/cameras, answering viewer questions, and taking requests! Details are here. On Wednesday evenings after dark, they offer free public viewing through their telescopes. If it’s cloudy, the astronomers give tours and presentations. Details are here.

At 7:30 pm on Wednesday evening, May 9 the public are invited to attend the free RASC Toronto Centre Speaker’s Night Meeting at the Ontario Science Centre (Room TBD, just follow the signs). The speaker is Janakan Sivasubramanium, M.Sc. Candidate, Physics & Astronomy, York University, presenting Active Galaxies: A Hunt to Understand What Feeds These Galactic Monsters. Details are on the RASC website here.

On Friday, May 11 at 8 pm, RASC Mississauga presents Earth's Battered Moon by Sara Mazrouei, PhD Candidate in Planetary Geology, University of Toronto. Details are here.

On Friday, May 11 at 7:30 pm in the Hamilton Spectator Building, the Hamilton Amateur Astronomers will present a free workshop entitled The Nuts and Bolts of Astrophotography, geared for beginners. Everyone is welcome. Details are here.

On Friday, May 11, starting at 7 pm, the U of T AstroTour will present their planetarium show entitled Grand Tour of the Cosmos. Tickets and details are here.

Saturday, May 12 is Science Rendezvous day in Toronto, when groups will set up around the city to share the fun and fascination of science, including astronomy, with the public. Details are here. Look for University of Toronto at 100 St. George St., York University at the Markham Farmers’ Market, 132 Robinson St., and Ryerson University at Gould and Victoria Streets.

On Saturday, May 12, starting at 10:30 am, U of T Astronomy and Heritage Toronto will lead a free walking tour entitled Campus & Cosmos: Toronto’s Astronomical Heritage. Details are here.

On Saturday, May 12, starting at 8 pm, the U of T AstroTour will present their planetarium show entitled The Life and Death of Stars. Tickets and details are here.

Seeing Colour in Stars

If you missed last week’s guide to seeing a variety of bright stars, each shining with a distinctive colour of starlight, it’s here.

The Moon and Planets

Tomorrow evening, the moon will reach its Last Quarter phase, the start of the final week of its monthly trip around Earth. At last quarter, the angle between Earth, the moon, and the illuminating sun is close to 90°, so observers worldwide will see the moon’s globe half illuminated (on the side facing towards the pre-dawn sun). Last quarter moons rise after midnight and remain visible in the morning daytime sky. For the rest of the week, the moon will wane to an old crescent and shift closer to the sun. Look for its silver sliver just over the eastern horizon next weekend.

(Above: On the weekend of May 12-13, the moon will appear as a slim crescent over the pre-dawn eastern horizon, not far from elusive Mercury. The sky is shown for 5:30 am local time on Saturday.)

This week Venus will continue its domination of the western early evening sky. It will set at about 11 pm local time. Every evening, Venus’ orbital motion will lift it higher. It will end this week sitting between the stars marking the horns of Taurus (the Bull), with Zeta (ζ) Tauri (also known as天关, Tiānguān in Chinese) on the left and Elnath on the right. Elnath is also shared by the adjacent constellation Auriga (the Charioteer). Pull out your telescope and look at Venus. It’s now exhibiting a gibbous phase, appearing somewhat flattened on the top.

On Tuesday, May 8 at 9 pm EDT, Jupiter will be exactly opposite the sun in the sky, and visible all night long. On opposition night, the planet’s disk will be its brightest and largest (44.8 arc-seconds across) for the year – but it will look almost that large throughout May. The king of planets will rise in the east this week after 8 pm local time, will reach its highest elevation (about three fist diameters) above the southern horizon around 1:15 am local time, and then descend into the southwestern sky at sunrise. The bright star sitting just to the upper right of Jupiter is Libra’s (the Scales) brightest star, Zubenelgenubi. The name means “Southern Claw” because it used to be part of nearby Scorpius (the Scorpion).

(Above: On May 8, shown here at 10 pm local time, Jupiter reaches opposition, when it is closest and brightest for the year. The stars of Libra will surround the planet all summer.)

Between Monday evening at 11 pm and Tuesday at 1 am EDT, Jupiter’s innermost moon Io and its little round black shadow will cross (or transit) Jupiter’s disk. On Saturday evening, the moon Europa and its shadow will transit between 8:38 pm to 10:54 pm EDT. On Sunday evening, the moon Ganymede and its shadow will cross near Jupiter’s north pole between 9 pm to 10:15 pm EDT (the shadow will linger until 10:45 pm. A reasonable backyard telescope will show the black shadows, but a very good telescope is needed to see the moons, too.

The Great Red Spot takes about three hours to cross Jupiter’s disk. But the planet’s 10-hour rotation period (i.e., its day) means that the spot is only observable from Earth every 2-3 nights. If you’d like to see the GRS, use a medium-sized telescope (or larger). You’ll have your best luck on evenings with steady air – when the stars are not twinkling too much. The best times to try this week are: Tuesday, May 8 at 9:31 pm and Thursday, May 10 at 11:09 pm. All times are given in Eastern Daylight Time, so adjust for your local time zone. Try to look within an hour before or after the times I’ve given.

(Above: This week, Saturn and Mars rise in the middle of the night and remain in view over the southern horizon before dawn, as shown here for 5 am local time.)

At the end of this week, the ringed planet Saturn will start rising in the east just before midnight. You should be able to see its yellow-tinted point of light until about 6 am, when it will sit about 2.5 fist widths above the southern horizon. Reddish Mars will rise about 80 minutes after Saturn, which places it 1.7 fist widths to the lower left of Saturn. Mars is steadily brightening and increasing in size as the Earth’s faster orbit brings us closer to the red planet. We will pass it on the “inside track” in late July.

This week Mercury continues its trek across the eastern pre-dawn horizon. This appearance isn’t very good for observers in mid-northern latitudes. Your best time to hunt for it this week will be between 5:30 and 5:45 am local time. If you live south of the equator, however, Mercury will be very easy to see for the next week or so.

Deep Sky Delights

With the evening sky nice and dark due to the moon’s waning brightness and its late rising, this is a good week to hunt for some of the sky’s dimmer delights – globular clusters. These balls, each composed of up to a million stars, orbit the Milky Way’s centre like bees around the hive. But they are tens of thousands of light-years away from us. And they are easy to see without fancy telescopes!

(Above: The Great Globular Cluster in Hercules, also known as Messier 13, contains perhaps a million densely packed stars. Image by Martin Pugh. NASA APOD for June 14, 2012)

The best globular clusters observable from mid-northern latitudes are now well-placed in the eastern evening sky. In early evening, use binoculars or a backyard telescope to look for 7.7 magnitude Messier 53 in Coma Berenices (Bernice’s Hair) and the slightly brighter cousin, spectacular Messier 3 in Canes Venatici (the Hunting Dogs). These globular clusters are in the sky below the Big Dipper. Messier 3 is a generous fist’s diameter to the upper right of the very bright star Arcturus, and Messier 53 is 1.4 fist diameters to the right of Arcturus.

As the evening wears on, the globulars Messier 5 in Serpens Caput (the Serpent’s Head) and Messier 92 in Hercules will rise high enough to observe. Both of those objects are also around magnitude 6.5. Messier 5 is located a bit more than two fist diameters below Arcturus. Messier 92 is 1.5 fist diameters above, and slightly to the right of, the very bright, white star Vega. For your finale, spend some time enjoying the Great Hercules Cluster, aka Messier 13. It’s on the western (right-hand) edge of the keystone-shaped body of Hercules.

(Above: The eastern evening sky, shown here at 10 pm local time, contains a number of excellent globular clusters from Charles Messier’s famous list of deep sky objects. The handle of the Big Dipper extends downwards from top centre.)

All of these globular clusters will reach their highest altitudes after midnight. In binoculars, they’ll appear as dim fuzzy patches of light. Charles Messier, who cataloged them, thought they resembled comets – his life-long passion.

Keep looking up to enjoy the sky! I love getting questions so, if you have any, send me a note.

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What to expect to appear in the night sky

(for Wellington, Feb 24th)

Week One - Group research prior to shared experience.

Mars Mars, appearing as a medium brightness, reddish star in the lower northwest (visible until midnight).

Sirius Sirius ‘the dog star’ (the brightest) and Canopus (second brightest), bright white stars should be visible just south of overhead.

Crux Crux, the Southern Cross, is located to the southeast

Orion and Taurus Just below and to the left of Sirius, the stars Rigel (a bluish colour), and Betelgeuse (orange coloured) should be visible. These are the brightest stars that make up Orion, and looking in between the two, Orion’s belt, a line consisting of three stars can be found. For New Zealanders and places present in the southern hemisphere, Orion’s belt makes the bottom of “the pot”, “the iron pot’ or ‘the saucepan”, whereas Orion’s sword, a fainter line of stars located above Orion’s belt. creates the handle of the pot.

Down and left of Orion’s belt is Aldebaran, a bright orange star that makes one eye of the bull, Taurus. Aldebaran is located on the tip of an upside-down ‘v’ shape that creates the head of Taurus.

For the Southern Hemisphere, the constellations of Taurus and Orion are only visible upside down, the common pictures and drawings of Taurus are brought from the Northern Hemisphere.

Matariki In the Taurus constellation we can find the Matariki, Pleiades, Subaru, or Seven Sisters cluster of stars. This cluster is both visible and well known to both hemispheres. There are about a thousand stars that belong to Matariki, but only a few are visible to the naked eye. Matariki is often noted to have seven stars (matariki and her six daughters) however, most iwi observe that there are nine stars in the Matariki constellation. Matariki is also the marker for the Maori New Year, a time in which the yearly calendar is reset in order to keep in sync with Maramataka (the turning of the moon), or the lunar calendar. The new year begins on the first new moon after the star cluster Matariki rises in the eastern sky.

Purakau

Creation of Te Whanau Marama Maori purakau tells us that Ranginui had a major role in the creation of the sun, stars, moon, and constellations - Te Whanau Marama (the family of light). One version says that two children of Ranginui and Papatuanuku, Tangotango and Wainui (ocean) had their own children: Te Ra (the sun), Te Marama (the moon), Nga Whetu (the stars), and Te Hinatore (moonlight). Tane then took these children and placed them in the sky.

The Stars Maori used the stars as an indication of season and time, by viewing the stars that rose just before sunrise. The star that appears to sit on the horizon line just before the sun appears informs the season. If Takurua is visible it indicates winter, Rehua on the other hand indicates the summer months.

The Moon A strong connection is present between astronomy and planting and harvesting. Maramataka (the lunar calendar) had a huge role in when certain activities should be performed, such as harvesting, planting, and fishing. For example Rakaunui (the full moon) was the time to plant crops, as it was thought that the moon drew water from the ground to the surface, nourishing the seedlings.

The moon is also strongly associated with women and the menstrual cycle. Hineteiwaiwa is associated with fertility and the cycle of life. Hina-te-au (female light), Hina-te-po (female dark), Hina-keha (pale moon), and Hinauri (dark moon) all refer to the stages of the waxing and waning moon, a cycle which is thought of as the opening and closing of a doorway through which spirits returned to their original life (Te Ara pp.4).

Maui and the Sun One prominent purakau of the sun talks about how in the early days of the world's creation, the sun moved too fast across the sky. Days and nights passed by so rapidly that there was not enough time to complete tasks in the day, or to sleep at night. So Maui devised a plan to slow the sun. With the help of his brothers he made several strong ropes, and then hid near where the sun rose from the underworld. When the sun appeared the next morning, Maui and his brothers sprung from their hiding place and threw their ropes over the sun, trapping it in place. Maui beat the sun until it begged for mercy and agreed to slow its path across the sky.

Other Information Astrology means ‘word’ (logos) or ‘language’ of stars Astronomy, ‘the measurement of the stars’

Te Ikaroa (the Milky Way), the great fish of Rangi, the Sky Father.

Book: Tātai arorangi, Māori astronomy : Work of the gods / Kay Leather and Richard Hall 520.8999442 Lea

Reference https://rasnz.org.nz/in-the-sky/sky-charts https://teara.govt.nz/en/ranginui-the-sky/page-4

This is the work of: Kate

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New Post has been published on https://lovehaswonangelnumbers.org/comet-neowise-july-2020-message-under-the-stars/

Comet NEOWISE, July 2020 ~ Message Under The Stars

By astrologyking

Comet NEOWISE is one of the brightest comets for over 20 years, and one of the few comets visible to the naked eye this century. It was discovered using the NEOWISE space telescope on March 27, 2020.

Comets have always inspired awe as well as dread. Seen as carrying messages from heaven, they have also inspired predictions of war and famine. In 1997, 39 members of the UFO religious group Heaven’s Gate died in a mass ritual in order to reach what they believed was an extraterrestrial spacecraft following Comet Hale–Bopp.

Recent newly discovered comets have looked promising but ended up fading away when they neared the Sun, like the ‘Doomsday’ comet Elenin in 2011. In 2013, the “Comet of the Century”, ISON, was supposed to be brighter than the Moon but also broke apart and no cataclysms ensued.

But according to Space.com, “The early reviews are in: Comet NEOWISE is a hit!” [1] And NASA said this inner-Solar System intruder “might become known as the Great Comet of 2020.” [2]

Comet NEOWISE should be visible in the Northern hemisphere for all of July 2020. The best time for viewing is between July 14 to 19, before sunrise and after sunset.

Comet Astrology

Vivian Robson says the effects of comets “appear to be exerted through the constellation in which they appear, and also through the zodiacal sign and degree to which their position corresponds. They are said to cause inordinate heat, pestilence, sterility of the earth, wars and changes in kingdoms, winds, earthquakes and floods, and are assigned to the planets according to their colors. [3]

According to Jonathan Flanery, the “effects of comets were supposed to last for 1/8 of their period; to the ancients this would most likely have been their period of visibility… Their appearance was heralded by disturbances in humans, animals, and the weather. The comets then dispensed, by perihelion position and their dispositor, their good or ill effects – usually ill. They also often heralded the rise of an agent. This agent could be a war leader but might, depending on the position of the comet, show a religious leader, reformer, or great trader.

The message is not delivered until the comet makes its closest approach to the Sun where the message is assimilated into the system… These new decrees are issued at perihelion. Perihelion is the sensitive point to watch during the duration of influence of the comet as this is the message. The message alters trade and political arrangements and form alliances into new patterns – it creates new connections… When the place of perihelion is transited by Mars or the Sun, effects begin in earnest, the decree is implemented and arrangements change radically.

Comets signify realignment of trade, financial and political arrangements with an initial disruption in the system. Later on, after ignition, that is transit by Sun or Mars, the winners and losers become apparent. Even so, the effects may linger for some time with the perihelion as a sensitive point for many years, sometimes centuries.” [4]

Comet NEOWISE Astrology

Comet NEOWISE was discovered on March 27, 2020, at 5:07:28 UT, at 01°16′27″ Leo. (from astronomical data at the Minor Planet Center) [5]

The chart below shows the comet (X) at 01°16′ Leo, opposite Mars and Saturn, and square Uranus. The most significant aspect is the comet opposite Saturn (0°52′).

Comet Neowise Discovery

Comet NEOWISE opposite Saturn signifies restriction, contraction, delays, boundaries, isolation, worry, depression, trade losses, unemployment, infirmity, and poverty. It puts pressure on governments, leaders and corporations. It forces you to be responsible, patient, practical, economical, loyal, respectful of tradition, and also to look after older people.

The arrival of this comet has coincided with a great upheaval for humanity and the biggest restrictions for generations with the coronavirus pandemic (declared on March 11). The result has been just as you would expect from an opposition to Saturn: fear, death, suffering, unemployment, poverty, geopolitical change, and possibly famine. On March 27, the number of confirmed cases in the United States overtook China and Italy, and the US death toll surpassed 1,500.

The opposition to Mars adds irritation, meanness, cruelty, violence, operations, fevers, rioting, and danger of war. It places pressure on police, security guards, and the military. It urges you to be strong, brave, and to use your initiative and take the lead.

The square to Uranus brings great disruption from radical change and unexpected events, anxiety, nervousness, accidents and revolution.

Remember Robson said the effects of comets “appear to be exerted through the constellation in which they appear, and also through the zodiacal sign and degree to which their position corresponds.” [3]

The Constellation

This image from The Sky Live shows the comet first appeared in Constellation Puppis, the Poop Deck of the Ship, Argo Navis.

Constellation Argo is said to give prosperity in trade and voyages, and strength of heart and spirit, but it has been observed to accompany cases of drowning. According to Ptolemy, the bright stars are like Saturn and Jupiter (dignified, pious, conservative, acquisitive, retentive.) [3]

The Zodiacal Sign

The influence of comets in the zodiacal sign of Leo: Destruction by wild beasts and vermin, trouble to the nobility, war towards the end of the year, especially in the east, and ailments affecting the eyes. If in the east, storms and drought; if in the west, sickness and danger of madness to dogs. [3] (Comet Neowise is seen in the east.)

The Stars

“The long-period comets with periods of much more than 200 years come in from the Oort Cloud… Those from the Oort Cloud bring messages and decrees from the fixed stars.” [4]

Comet NEOWISE has an orbital period of 6,766 years. The list below shows the fixed stars conjunct comet NEOWISE at its discovery:

29 ♋ 48 – η Canis Majoris 00 ♌ 34 – π Puppis 00 ♌ 35 – η Ursae Minoris 01 ♌ 06 – 23 Ursae Majoris 01 ♌ 16 – Comet NEOWISE 03 ♌ 04 – ι Canis Majoris

23 Ursae Majoris (0°10′) is named Alhaud IV, from the Arabic word Al-Haud, meaning ‘the Pond’. [6] Constellation Ursa Major the Greater Bear is said to give a quiet, prudent, suspicious, mistrustful, self-controlled, patient nature, but an uneasy spirit and great anger and revengefulness when roused. According to Ptolemy, Ursa Major is like Mars (violent death, ultimate ruin by folly or pride.) [3] Astrologically both Bears were said to presage an evil influence. They are particularly injurious as regards to the affairs of nations and kings. [7]

Eta Ursae Minoris (0°41′): Constellation Ursa Minor the Lesser Bear is said to give indifference and improvidence of spirit, and to lead to many troubles. [3]

Pi Puppis (0°42′) has the traditional name Ahadi, which is derived from Arabic for “having much promise”. [8]

There are also significant fixed star conjunct the planets in the discovery chart:

Sun conjunct fixed star Algenib (09 ♈ 25): Mental disturbances, fevers and ill health, some danger of accidents, but also fighting spirit and a love of learning. Algenib gives a quick temper, bad morals, drink or bad habits, and denotes the naked and poor professional beggar.

Moon conjunct fixed star Menkar (14 ♉ 35): Mental anxiety, hatred of the vulgar, ill-will of women, danger from thieves, sickness to native and family, loss of marriage partner or near relative, quarrels, legal losses, legacies and inheritances attended by much evil. Lean and infirm, many miseries.

Mercury conjunct fixed star Skat (09 ♓ 08): Peculiar events, occult interests, psychic, many friends.

Venus conjunct fixed star Zaurak (24 ♉ 08): A struggle to overcome melancholy and feelings of great loneliness. So try not to take life too seriously and put too much weight on everything people say. Otherwise, this star could trigger off fear of death and suicidal tendencies.

Mars, Jupiter and Pluto conjunct fixed star Terebellum (26 ♑ 07): Fortune but with regret and disgrace.

Saturn conjunct fixed star Altair (02 ♒ 03): Sorrow and disappointment, mental disturbance necessitating asylum or hospital treatment and probably death there, separation from family or parents, danger of accident involving an inability to work or lifelong affliction.

Uranus conjunct fixed star Sheratan (04 ♉ 14): Bodily injuries, unscrupulous defeat, destruction by fire, war or earthquake. Danger is indicated when acting impulsively and in a foolhardy fashion.

The Color

Robson said comets are assigned to the planets according to their colors. Recent images of comet NEOWISE show it is mainly a golden orange color. It actually has a number of different colors coming from the nucleus and its two tails.

Comet Neowise over Stonehenge, July 14, 2020 [apod.nasa.gov]

“The first tail’s color is magenta and made of gas and ions; the second twin tail is a golden color and made of dust.” [9]

The false nucleus glowed brilliant yellow, the tail a delicate shade of orange. The comet is also developing a fainter, blue-hued ion tail from fluorescing carbon monoxide. [10]

Gold, orange and yellow colors could be applied to the Sun, Venus and Jupiter: “Those of the nature of Jupiter, abundance of corn and fruit; Sun, plague, sickness, and death of kings; of Venus, drought and trouble to kings and women” [3]

Comet NEOWISE Perihelion

The comet made its closest approach to the Sun (perihelion) on July 3, 2020, at 16:21 UT. [3] This places the comet at 29°54′ Gemini. More comet NEOWISE predictions can be interpreted from its perihelion position (X) in the chart below.

The comet is exactly quincunx Saturn. So, like the June 21 solar eclipse it is conjunct, it causes an imbalance between personal freedom and responsibility, between self-expression and restriction.

A patient, cautious, and responsible attitude is required. But flexibility and openness are also needed as you adapt to changes in the level of restrictions in response to the coronavirus pandemic. The eclipse should amplify the effects of the comet.

Comet NEOWISE Perihelion

The list below shows two important fixed stars influencing the comet.

29 ♊ 02 – α Orionis, Betelguese 29 ♊ 08 – North Node 29 ♊ 54 – Comet NEOWISE Perihelion 00 ♋ 11 – β Aurigae, Mekalinan 00 ♋ 21 – June 21 Solar Eclipse 00 ♋ 52 – μ Orionis

Fixed Star Mekalinan gives great initiative, high enterprise, and enthusiasm. But caution and objective second thoughts are needed because of impulsive, reckless, combative, and destructive nature. It may cause ruin, disgrace, and a violent death because of excess pleasure-seeking. Only when really in good aspect is this fixed star rated as a positive acting one. Badly positioned, this star will be most unhelpful.

Fixed star Betelgeuse gives martial honor, preferment and wealth. [3] War and carnage are presaged by Betelgeuse. [7]

When the Sun or Mars transits the perihelion position, the effects of the comet will “begin in earnest”. Mars next transits 29°54′ Gemini on April 9, 2021, followed by the Sun on June 12, 2021.

The closest approach of comet NEOWISE to Earth will occur on July 23, 2020, 01:14 UT. It will be located in the constellation of Ursa Major, at 20°34′ Leo [see chart].

References

How to see Comet NEOWISE in the night sky this month, space.com.

Comet NEOWISE Rising over the Adriatic Sea, apod.nasa.gov.

Fixed Stars and Constellations in Astrology, Vivian E. Robson, 1923, p. 226.

Unexpected Visitors: The Theory of the Influence of Comets, Jonathan Flanery, Skyscript.co.uk, November 2005.

COMET C/2020 F3 (NEOWISE). Minor Planet Electronic Circulars, April 1, 2020.

Star-Names and Their Meanings, Richard Hinckley Allen, 1899, p. 442.

Fixed Stars and Judicial Astrology, George Noonan, 1990, p. 7.

Night Sky: A Field Guide to the Constellations, Jonathan Poppele, 2010, p. 264.

C/2020 F3 (NEOWISE), Wikipedia.

Comet NEOWISE Delights at Dawn, Sky & telescope, Bob King, July 9, 2020.

C/2020 F3 ( NEOWISE), Seiichi Yoshida.

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leo-nim · 8 years ago

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Rules: Answer 8 questions and come up with your own 8 questions. Tag others to answer your questions.

Tagged by: @neonfree

Something you get told by people all the time? Well, I guess there are two things. That I don’t look my age (at the very least 8y younger than my actual age) and I smile all the time. First one I am starting to appreciate more and more, second one is actually tiring because people tend to have the attitude that nothing is wrong because I smile a lot. But lucky me I have a few great friends who knows me more than I usually want people to. Actually friends who probably knows me more than my own family.

The best dream you ever had? While awake or asleep? xD Thing is I rarely remember my dreams, when I do they are either scary or plain weird. But I guess the few times our earlier dogs Ritzi and Joy have appeared counts. Although it’s sad to wake up afterwards.

The clumsiest thing you have ever done? I’m not really that clumsy. Sure I tip over a bit when going to toilet at night and stuff, but I rarely break things or fall over. But I do have bad memory and forget things easily. Things I just heard xD I’m like Dory in Finding Nemo.

What are the things you collect? STONES! Ever since I was a kid I have loved stones. The tiger eye my dad brought back from South Africa was my favorite and my mom always had to empty my pockets of white, smooth and/or glittering stones whenever we went home after being out fishing. Even today I collect them. Brought at least a kilogram back from Albania, buying pretty stones at a local store and yeah... stones <3 I also collect VIXX albums, but not for that long of a time xD

A pet peeve? Wow. ehm... people being rude without reason? I’m a leo, I thrive on happiness, including the happiness of people around me. Have a bad day? I listen. You sad? I listen. You just want some love? I’m there. But energy thieves who has no real reason to be rude or disrespectful but still are... no I won’t let things like that ruin my day. Also “I’m not racist/sexist/homophobe/etc, but-”... yeah, that is a pet peeve to many of us.

What are some of habits you have? Bad or good ones? Both maybe? A bad habit I have is I can stop listening to a conversation but still seem like I am listening (sometimes not). My attention span is short and I am trying to get better at it but have been like this since I was a kid. I listen better if I am doing something practical at the same time, like drawing or folding clothes, something that don’t require much thinking. Good habit... trying to make people smile? Like I like to smile to make others smile (my job as a barista requires this too). And also say things to bring their moods up. idk, I just can’t feel at ease when people show negative emotions, so I just do it.

What makes you nostalgic? Hmmm, my grandparents. Like their stuff and their old house (which they recently sold to my third cousin). They gave me a trousseau which has been in my grandmother’s family for some generations that always stood beneath the stairs. They used it for keeping firewood ^w^ I really love old style furniture and stuff and this was something I really wanted. Also since they are getting old and aren’t at best health I feel like this is something that can remind me of the best days when they were still up and about, full of energy. *le sobs*

A Favorite word? Guuurl, this is a really hard question. I found one before once when I was scrolling words for prompts. “Lucida” which is the brightest star in a constellation. I like stars and astrology and zodiacs and such, so Lucida is nice in that way, but it also sounds beautiful. tbh I could name one of my children Lucida because of it. :)

My eight questions: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? If you met you fave and had to choose one thing/sentence to tell them what would it be? What book is your favorite? Name a character from a movie/book/series from your childhood that have left an impact on your life? Cats or dogs? (I’m not kidding here. Choose) If you were to travel the world and had to choose 5 things to bring, what would it be (money excluded)? Your motto? A possession that means a lot to you?

Ok I summon: @librarianknights @lerrryyyyy @by-ca ... who more... shit I barely talk to people here these days... wait... @haru2115 (you were so kind and told me a bit about ldh so yeah ^^) I give up... just whomever can answer xD

#me tbh #asked by a precious person so why not

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zrtranscripts · 8 years ago

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Radio Abel, Season Three

Part 2 of 7

ZOE CRICK: And we're back. So, as we were saying before the break, Eugene and I have been working on a little project recently. Lots of the messages we get from our listeners include their own stories of surviving the outbreak, and what they did in the days since.

A lot of these are very personal and often very touching, so we didn't want to belittle these experiences by prattling on about them. Instead, we wanted to play you all a collection of these stories, to give them the respect they deserve.

EUGENE WOODS: Exactly. We know how hard it is to talk about experiences like these, but we also know how important it is to do so. So here we go: your stories of the outbreak.

CALLER: How did I survive? Well, I'm a family practice physician, and my patient, Mister Smith, started to change while I was getting ready to go into the room to see him. It's like nothing I'd ever seen before. I yelled for my nurse. That was a bad idea. I was able to get myself out of the way, but he attacked her. The next thing I know – something different – he started to change faster, and so did she. We later found out he was patient zero here in the Portland/Vancouver area.

Well, I cornered them into the exam room as best I could. The only thing I had available was one of the electronic automatic defibrillators. It wasn't the best idea, because when it went off, I ended up with two zombies that were partially on fire. The only thing I had left was the ax that was near the fire extinguisher. I was able to finish them off, and that's the only way I survived.

SCOTT: Hey, guy! My name's Scott. Long time listener, first time caller. [laughs] I've always wanted to say that. Before the zoms, I was actually a radio DJ myself! Strange to be on this side of things. You're doing great, by the way. Keep up the great work.

Um, but... memories. One of the things I always enjoyed doing before the outbreak was to sit out under the fall evening sky with my wife, and I'd play her songs on my guitar. And those were always such peaceful moments. That's actually what my wife and I were doing when we got the word of the outbreak. A neighbor screamed the details from his yard as he was packing his family into the car, and they ended up speeding away.

I can't remember his name, and we'd been neighbors for three years. I take time to learn names now, though. Might sound funny, but somehow it seems more important. Anyhow, uh, even with the heads up from my neighbor – man, I wish I could remember his name – we just didn't move fast enough. It's amazing how quickly things can shift from calm and peaceful to just utter chaos! I still play guitar from time to time, it's just a little harder to do without her.

CALLER: During my second year of college, uh, there was this one storm in April that knocked down a bunch of trees on campus, and we lost power for two whole days. So my friends and I spent the next two days making blanket forts and raiding my supply of glow sticks, and joking about what we would do if the apocalypse had actually happened.

Then it did, and I'm halfway across the world studying abroad while they're back in America. But mostly I just... I really want to know if they carried out our zombie escape plan, and if they actually are on some remote island in the Bahamas, making blanket forts again.

JACK HOLDEN: We'll be back with more of your stories after this.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Now it's time for more of your stories.

FIRST CALLER: I am – well, I was – an astronaut in training for NASA. My four crewmates and I were doing a six week mission in NEEMO, an underwater laboratory off the coast of Florida. We had been at 60 feet deep for about three weeks, simulating a trip to Mars. We were allowed to check in with our teammates on the surface – whom we referred to as Mission Control – for just a few minutes once each day.

On day 22, we made our daily check-in and were told several people had just come down with some sort of virus. We assumed it was a particularly nasty flu, maybe even food poisoning. On day 23 we got a very brief transmission that mentioned... well, zombies. But we just thought Mission Control was just playing a joke on us, although honestly, we didn't find it very funny. That was the last time we ever heard from Mission Control.

We waited three more days and then decided to abort the mission. It took us six hours to go through the decompression protocols, make it to the surface, and take our emergency boat back to shore. We never found a single living human.

SECOND CALLER: Hey. Thanks so much for all you do. It keeps my spirits up, even though some days, when I miss my dad and my dog, I feel bad just being here. Anyways, I thought that if I pass on something that lifts my heart, it might make me feel like I'm giving back.

On those dark days – or nights, really – I got outside and look up at the stars. The fact that we can not only see the brightest constellations like Orion or Ursa Minor, but without the light pollution, we can also see the glorious sweep of the Milky Way again. Teeny tiny stars that must be millions of light years away, shining down on us from so long ago.

I don't know... I guess feeling small makes me feel better. Weird, huh? Anyway, I better get back to digging for worms. We're going on a fishing trip today, and I can't wait to taste some fresh fish. Thanks!

THIRD CALLER: I missed hot chocolate. A lot. It kept running through my head as I ran from zombies, shot zombies, hid from zombies. I just couldn't stop thinking about it! So I snuck into town and raided a high-end chocolatier. Pulled a sack of vacuum-sealed powder out of the back.

Then I needed milk. Whole milk, the thick and creamy stuff. Did you know that milk cows go feral if you leave them alone long enough? Yeah. Did you know that feral milk cows make enough noise to attact zoms if you try to milk them? That was a fun surprise.

So, [coughs] now I'm sitting here in the rundown remains of a hastily-barricaded dairy farmhouse, heating this [coughs] milk very carefully so it doesn't scald, while the bite in my leg festers. I'm going to drink the best hot chocolate in the entire world, and then I'm going to use my last bullet. And it was totally worth it.

ZOE CRICK: I really hope that was one incredible hot chocolate.

JACK HOLDEN: I'm sure it was.

EUGENE WOODS: I just wanted to take a moment on behalf of all of us to thank everyone out there for sharing their stories. Our hearts go out to you all. Stay safe, everyone.

JACK HOLDEN: Now, our next set of messages are... pretty interesting.

EUGENE WOODS: I love them.

JACK HOLDEN: Well, you do have a well-documented love of crackpots and weirdos.

EUGENE WOODS: Still with you, aren't I?

JACK HOLDEN: ... walked right into that one, didn't I?

EUGENE WOODS: Could not have made it any easier.

JACK HOLDEN: Well, you know what they say -

ZOE CRICK: Do you think you could leave the flirting for the music break, boys? It's lovely and all, but -

EUGENE WOODS: Oh! Sorry. Guess we get a little -

JACK HOLDEN: - carried away. [laughs]

EUGENE WOODS: [laughs] - carried away sometimes. Anyway, the sounds you're about to hear are transmissions we picked up from across the pond. Ever since Janine upgraded the receivers around here, we've been catching bits and pieces of other stations out in the states, and we thought we'd bring you some of our favorites.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: They're your favorites. You left out the best one.

ZOE CRICK: Someone reading old phone books on the air hardly counts as entertainment, Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Aw, it was soothing! She had such a calming voice. It was like listening to the shipping forecast.

ZOE CRICK: You really are a man of singular taste, aren't you?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, you know what they say -

JACK HOLDEN: Oi!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What?

JACK HOLDEN: Pot, kettle. Flirting.

PHIL CHEESEMAN and ZOE CRICK: We are not flirting!!

JACK HOLDEN: [snorts] We know, we know. Just colleagues. But the point stands. Now, let's get on with it, shall we?

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah, we're running on now. Let's do a song first.

JACK HOLDEN: You're the boss. And we'll be right back with our transatlantic transmissions.

JACK HOLDEN: Okay, here we go. Now this first transmission is certainly something special.

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] That's one way of putting it.

EUGENE WOODS: Here he is – Nick Trapezius, with Brawn of the Dead!

[epic rock music]

NICK: What up, swole-diers? This is Nick Trapezius, back with another Brawn of the Dead. Somebody asked me the other day, "Nick, why are you still hitting the gym and getting so huge? Doesn't the zombie plague mean we've got to be lean and mean?" No, ma, it does not. Running all day is fine if all you want to do is run away. But if you want the bad guys running from you, then size matters!

I know. "But Nick, zombies don't fear muscles." Doesn't matter, ma, because muscles don't fear zombies. You don't need a shotgun when you've got these guns. Sweet bicep flex. [rock music] Until next time, bros, this is Nick Trapezius saying keep picking things up and putting things down.

EUGENE WOODS: [imitates NICK] Ooh yeah! [ZOE CRICK laughs] You don't need a shotgun if you've got these guns.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Sound, sound advice.

JACK HOLDEN: [imitates NICK] Sweet bicep flex.

[ZOE CRICK and EUGENE WOODS laugh]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: We all heard the clip, guys.

EUGENE WOODS: [imitates NICK] Keep picking things up and putting things down.

[JACK HOLDEN and ZOE CRICK laugh]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: All right! Enough! Could you please play a song, Zoe?

ZOE CRICK: [imitates NICK] What's the matter, Phil? Did you never dream of being a swole-dier?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Not really, no. Music!

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] All right, all right, party pooper.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Okay, we're back! And even though it's not my favorite, here is a transmission that I did enjoy. We've got Father Neil here with some lovely biblical discussion.

[soothing music]

FATHER NEIL: Welcome to another episode of "Revelations." I'm Father Neil.

Thomas writes, "Father Neil, wasn't Jesus a zombie, since he rose from the dead?" Well, Thomas, I can't find a single instance in the Gospels of Jesus biting anyone, before or after the Resurrection. And while Christ did bear the marks of his crucifixion (John, chapter 20,) there is no mention that his flesh was rotting off his bones, which is, I think, something the apostles would have noticed.

So to answer your question, Thomas: no. Not everyone who rises from the dead is a zombie, just like not everyone who swims is a fish. [soothing music] Until next time, this is Father Neil, reminding you to praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition.

ZOE CRICK: Not exactly the most holy of discussions, is it?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What do you mean?

ZOE CRICK: "Was Jesus a zombie?" It's hardly the stuff of great scripture.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, in case you hadn't noticed, Zoe, we're a bit short on bishops and pastors right now, and I'd rather have this sort of discussion than some meathead talking about his "guns."

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] Am I detecting some jealousy here?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What? Why do you think I'd be jealous?

ZOE CRICK: Well, it's not like you have an arsenal of your own, is it?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: How - ? I don't know - ! Oh, stick it up your arsenal. Play a song, would you?

ZOE CRICK: Ooh, touchy!

EUGENE WOODS: All right, we've had Phil's favorite -

PHIL CHEESEMAN: My second favorite.

EUGENE WOODS: - Phil's second favorite, so now it's time for mine.

JACK HOLDEN: Oh. Oh, it's so creepy.

EUGENE WOODS: Well, you know what I like.

JACK HOLDEN: ... I do. I do.

EUGENE WOODS: So here's Eric Luke, all the way from Hollywood.

[static]

ERIC: Hello? Hello? Is this transmission being received? Will I ever know? My name is Eric Luke. I am camped in the hills above what used to be Hollywood. I look out over the endless necropolis of the film industry, now crowded with zoms that careen through the streets with the same howling hunger for human flesh that propelled them through their careers.

I found a high-powered rifle scope the other day and was finally able to peer into the top floors of all the studio towers that I used to haunt, making pitch after pitch. I'll be damned if in every palatial penthouse office, there wasn't a rotting corpse sitting at every massive desk, staring into space. Some things never change.

Hard to believe, but with the city shut down, the desert is reclaiming its own. And it gets cold up here at night. To keep warm, I'm burning the Hollywood sign one bit at a time. First, it became Holywood. Then, Holywod. Then, Holywo. Then Howo, then Owo, then just O. Or zero. You tell me.

This is Eric Luke, signing off. Oh, and if you've got a second, I've written an audiobook called Interference. See, it's about an audiobook that starts killing people when they listen to it. And you're listening to it, see? And there's this guy, and he's – [drowned out by static]

JACK HOLDEN: Well, at least he's not as bad as Father Michael.

EUGENE WOODS: I still don't know why you hate that guy so much.

JACK HOLDEN: Uh, because he's about a 10,000 on the creepy scale. He's an evangelical preacher, and a conspiracy theorist. That's like sharks with lasers.

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah! Perfect! I wonder what happened to him.

JACK HOLDEN: Probably wandering around the wilderness somewhere, trapping people in pits or something.

ZOE CRICK: You know we have no idea what you're talking about, right?

JACK HOLDEN: Oh, it's um, it's just this old thing that Eugene thought was great, but actually it was really disturbing.

ZOE CRICK: Fair enough. Do we have any more recordings to play?

EUGENE WOODS: We do, actually. One more, and it's just for you two.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: This isn't another trick, is it?

EUGENE WOODS: No, no! Wouldn't dream of it! Don't worry! Let's have a song, and then we'll get back to our last transmission.

ZOE CRICK: Sounds good. Here's one for you, Eric.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: All right, Eugene, what do you have for us? I'm all nerves over here.

EUGENE WOODS: This is something that came in the other night. Jack, ready?

JACK HOLDEN: Yup! Here we go.

CALLER: So the camp I'm at is letting us send out messages, try to find family if we can. I don't have anyone left, and I promised myself I'd do this if I ever could, so... before all this, I had a crazy overactive conscience. Like, "couldn't even be mean in video games" level of guilt. Not really surprised it never went away, even given the circumstances.

Jack, Eugene, you guys were a bit of bright in this darkness. And Phil and Zoe, when you took over, I judged you guys unfairly, and since then, it's been eating me up that I did that. Solo shows, all together – you guys are helping people feel safe and happy, and that's huge. So I'm sorry, even if it doesn't mean anything to you guys. Guilty conscience, promised myself, all that. So there it is. Thanks for everything. All of you.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh...

ZOE CRICK: What a nice message.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: You didn't... like us?

ZOE CRICK: Not the point, Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: But-but we were trying so hard!

ZOE CRICK: They like us now! That was the whole point of the message.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah, but... I thought we were doing a good job.

ZOE CRICK: We are doing a good job.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, but - !

ZOE CRICK: Listener, thank you for your message. It was very sweet of you to let us know, and we're glad we brought you around.

JACK HOLDEN: Amen. Listeners, uh, well, it's been great to hear all your messages, and we want to thank you all for sending them in.

EUGENE WOODS: We really couldn't do what we do without you guys, and we hope we've brought a little light into your lives, wherever you are.

ZOE CRICK: But that's all we have time for right now, so until next time: stay safe out there, everyone.

ALL: Stay safe out there!

[paper rustles]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [clears throat] The names for tonight: Olivia Bore, Joseph Cates, Hailey Corlitt, Fay Corney, John Crips, Christina Decker, Peter Grier, Odelle Kennan, Duncan Knox, Alexander Lassiter, Sonja Liggens, Jared Little, Anita Little, Bertram Lund, Finn McDonald, Danielle Onstadt, Dale Platt, Marguerite Robicheau, Gillian Scoville, Lucien Siba, Omar Sip, Louise Stockhard, Marty Stockhard, Katherine Williamson, Sigrid Witter. May they all find peace. We return shortly.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: And now, a moment of silence in which to remember all of those we've lost. Let us give special thought to those out there who knew today's interred.

[silence]

[door opens]

EUGENE WOODS: Oh, hi, Phil! I, uh... sorry, uh...

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Shh.

[silence]

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [whispers] In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, amen. [out loud] Sorry, Eugene. Can't sleep? Want to sit down.

EUGENE WOODS: Yeah. Thanks.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No problem. We're about to go for a break anyway. Listeners, we'll return shortly.

EUGENE WOODS: So you do this every night?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Unless I'm ill or there's an emergency or something, yeah.

EUGENE WOODS: And the names?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Uh, the cleanup crew make sure to check for I.D.s or anything before the burial. I asked them to start keeping a list.

EUGENE WOODS: That's... that's very kind, Phil. Why do you do it on your own?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: I don't know. It felt right, I suppose, and I wasn't really sure Zoe would understand.

EUGENE WOODS: I don't know. She puts up a tough front, but -

PHIL CHEESEMAN: - she's a softie, really. Yeah, yeah, I know. Still, felt like something I should do on my own. [laughs] Uh, my granny used to tell me how she waited for my granddad to come home. All those weeks waiting, not knowing if it would be him knocking at the door or if it would be a letter from the Army. She said not knowing was the worst thing.

When I started doing the radio, I thought, you know, if only there'd been a man on the radio for my gran. We can't send letters anymore, but I thought for the people we know are gone, we can do this. Because knowing is better than not.

EUGENE WOODS: I... yeah. Yeah, I suppose it is.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Would you like a cup of tea?

EUGENE WOODS: That'd be nice, thanks.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No problem. Here's a song while they brew up.

[PHIL CHEESEMAN snores]

EUGENE WOODS: [slurps tea, sighs] Hm. Oh. Oops. [laughs]

[PHIL CHEESEMAN snores]

EUGENE WOODS: [sighs] Good morning, guys. Afraid it's just me right now. Phil's asleep, and uh, well, I'm not sure where everyone else is. [clears throat] It's nice to have some peace, to be honest.

One of the things about the apocalypse – one of the things you don't think about before it happens – is how hard it is to get your own space. You're living in each other's pockets, sharing a bathroom with dozens of other people. You can't go off anywhere in case you get, you know, eaten. [laughs]

But I guess you have to take pleasure in the small things, sometimes. So I'm going to sit here with the sun coming up, trying to ignore Phil's alarmingly heavy breathing, and enjoy this cup of tea.

[PHIL CHEESEMAN snores]

ZOE CRICK: [indistinct conversation from outside of the room] It took me a while to get used to it, as well, but you'll soon learn the layout. I once got lost trying to find a bathroom, somehow ended up on the other side of the castle, [laughs] locked in a pantry! [JACK HOLDEN laughs] Oh, here we are.

[door opens]

JACK HOLDEN: Ah, home away from home sweet home. Aw, hey, Gene! I was wondering where you'd got to.

EUGENE WOODS: Shh! [whispers] Phil's sleeping!

JACK HOLDEN: Oh! Oh. [laughs]

ZOE CRICK: Oh God. Again? The amount of times I find him sleeping up here, you'd swear he didn't have a bed to go to.

JACK HOLDEN: Shove up a bit.

EUGENE WOODS: All right, all right.

ZOE CRICK: [quietly] Phil. Phil! Wakey-wakey! [out loud] Oh, for God's sake. Phil!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [jolts awake] Good - good rise, ci-ti-zens! It's time for morning and shine here on Radio Cabel!

[others laugh]

ZOE CRICK: You're a true pro, Phil. Come on. Let's give you some time to wake up, eh? Listeners, your normal programming will resume shortly.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [mutters] Tea.

ZOE CRICK: All right, and we're back! How are you feeling, Phil?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [yawns] Oh, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Thanks, Zoe. You're not normally up this early.

ZOE CRICK: No. I promised to show Jack the ropes in the breakfast line.

EUGENE WOODS: Ah, getting the grand tour without me, eh, Jacky boy?

JACK HOLDEN: Yeah, well, we couldn't find you. Sorry.

EUGENE WOODS: Hey, no problem. I was enjoying a nice cup of tea with Sleeping Beauty here. Any insider tips for the New Canton resident?

JACK HOLDEN: Ah, well, you know how in Abel, you have to get lottery tickets for laundry and showers and stuff?

EUGENE WOODS: I remember the smell in the shower

JACK HOLDEN: Yeah, well here, it's all divided by where you live, and you get to do laundry and showering and stuff according to that.

EUGENE WOODS: Okay, I see how that could work. When's our next day?

JACK HOLDEN: Uh, well, we're in Unit 15, so um... Zoe?

ZOE CRICK: A week on Thursday.

JACK HOLDEN: Oh.

EUGENE WOODS: Great.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh, don't worry, Eugene. I've been keeping something to one side for this very occasion.

ZOE CRICK: Clean socks?

EUGENE WOODS: Deoderant.

JACK HOLDEN: Febreze? ... what? It's an effective solution to certain hygiene issues.

EUGENE WOODS: No comment.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: But no, it's none of those. What I do have is this tub of Vicks VapoRub.

JACK HOLDEN: Phil! I did not take you for a raver, you sneaky beast.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What?

JACK HOLDEN: Oh. Uh, nothing.

EUGENE WOODS: I'm not sure I see how this is going to be useful.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, Eugene, I'm glad you asked. You see, all you need to do is take a little bit of the stuff and rub it just under your nose.

EUGENE WOODS: ... okay...

PHIL CHEESEMAN: See? Now you can't smell anything. [sniffs]

EUGENE WOODS: Oh God. My eyes are watering. Oh God, this is strong stuff, Phil. Ow, ow, wow, wow. This is powerful.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, um... sorry. You might want to wipe that off, then. But trust me, once it gets muggy in those bedrooms, you'll be glad of a bit of menthol.

EUGENE WOODS: I'll take your word for it. Okay, listeners, we're going to send you off for a song while I get this stuff off my lip.

ZOE CRICK: [laughs] Back soon, guys.

EUGENE WOOD: So, I tell a story -

JACK HOLDEN: No no no, you tell two stories, one true, and one false.

ZOE CRICK: And then we all guess which is which.

JACK HOLDEN: Right, right. And if you get it wrong -

PHIL CHEESEMAN: We drink some cider.

EUGENE WOODS: And why can't we just drink cider anyways?

JACK HOLDEN: Because this is more fun, Eugene. Come on!

EUGENE WOODS: Fine, fine. Okay, who goes first, then?

JACK HOLDEN: Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No. Uh, I mean, uh, why don't you go first and show us how it's done?

JACK HOLDEN: [sighs] Fine! Okay. So, um... [whispers] sorry, I need to think of a story. Uh, story... Uh, okay, story. Here we go. [clears throat] So, I have been arrested -

ZOE CRICK: Truth.

JACK HOLDEN: Ha ha ha. No, no, I've been arrested. Was it either for a) being naked in the town hall, or b) stealing a bottle of wine from an off-license?

ZOE CRICK: Hmm. Okay, let's figure it out. You probably would have got off with a caution for public indecency, but not for stealing.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: You seem to know a lot about this, Zoe.

ZOE CRICK: You haven't heard my stories yet, Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: All right, all right. So it's probably A, right? Jack's never been to prison, have you, Jack?

EUGENE WOODS: It's B.

ZOE CRICK: You sure?

JACK HOLDEN: No no no, don't listen to him!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Ah, you've let it slip. Eugene's sure to know all this stuff. It's B. I choose B!

ZOE CRICK: Okay, B.

JACK HOLDEN: Nope! It was A.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: What?

JACK HOLDEN: Everyone drink!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: That's a gyp. Eugene was so certain.

EUGENE WOODS: Oh no, I knew it was A. I just wanted to drink some cider.

JACK HOLDEN: Speaking of which, drink up, everyone. Forfeit's for stalling in my game.

JACK HOLDEN: Okay, Zoe's turn.

ZOE CRICK: Oh God. Okay, okay, um... okay, so. Story one: I have broken so many bones that my local hospital has enough X-rays to make up a complete X-ray version of me. Story two: I have never been admitted to hospital.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Uh, definitely one. Zoe is super super clumsy.

EUGENE WOODS: I don't know, that's a lot of broken bones. But then, it's also hard to believe that you've never been to hospital.

JACK HOLDEN: Well, my uncle was like 70 and he's always said he'd never been admitted to hospital.

EUGENE WOODS: Your uncle is also an inveterate liar, Jack.

JACK HOLDEN: Oh... oh yeah, yeah. Um... whatever. Story one is true. That's my guess.

EUGENE WOODS: You're so wrong. Story two.

ZOE CRICK: Phil? What's your poison?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Oh God, I don't know. [sighs] On one hand, my first thought was story one, but then maybe it's two, and... okay, yup. Two, two, two. It's two.

ZOE CRICK: Wrong! I was a very clumsy child.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Damn! This game is going to kill my liver.

[ZOE CRICK laughs]

JACK HOLDEN: Hey, you're the one that made the cider, buddy.

ZOE CRICK: Exactly. It's your own fault, Phil, for giving us such encouragement. Now get drinking.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: All right. Seems I can't seem to pick the right thing, and I don't want to die from booze, I think it's my turn to tell some, um... uh, to... stories.

EUGENE WOODS: Yep, yep.

JACK HOLDEN: The floor is yours, Philip.

ZOE CRICK: Oh, I like that!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Right, right, right. Okay, okay. Uh, story one: I am the reigning world champion at the game Donkey Kong... Junior. Story two: when I was a baby, I was the face of a popular brand of toilet tissue.

ZOE CRICK: Two.

JACK HOLDEN: Yup.

EUGENE WOODS: Has to be.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Wait, don't you want to have a chat, or...

ZOE CRICK: Nope. Definitely two.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Bugger. Fine, yeah.

EUGENE WOODS: What can we say, Phil? It's just clear you were a very, very cute baby.

JACK HOLDEN: Hey, hey, wait, wait, now you have to drink, because we all got it right, and we're the best, and you suck!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Seriously?

ZOE CRICK: Yeah. It's the rules.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: This game is the worst.

ZOE CRICK: I'm really not sure.

JACK HOLDEN: Oh, come on, Zoe! It'll be fun!

ZOE CRICK: It's not exactly my idea of a relaxing getaway.

JACK HOLDEN: Well sure, we'll be working, sort of, but still -

EUGENE WOODS: It'll be nice to get out, have an adventure, meet some new people, see some new places -

ZOE CRICK: Like the inside of a zom's stomach?

EUGENE WOODS: We'll have protection.

ZOE CRICK: Forgive me if I don't have much faith in the ministry's goons. They can't even land a bloody helicopter properly.

EUGENE WOODS: Hey, to be fair, I think that was a mechanical failure.

JACK HOLDEN: Smoke monster.

EUGENE WOODS: Mechanical smoke monster failure, right.

ZOE CRICK: Still. How do we know they'll keep us safe?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: We don't.

ZOE CRICK: Exactly.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No, I mean, we don't know it for sure, but listen. We can stay here for the rest of our lives, staring out at the world, straining to hear whatever scraps of news come our way until we starve, or die of old age, or zoms break through the walls, or whatever.

Or we can take the Ministry up on their kind offer, roll out the gates in that van, tour the country raising morale, find out how people are living out there, and spread the good word. We can survive stuck in here, or we can go out and live out there.

JACK HOLDEN: I think I'm going to cry.

EUGENE WOODS: That was a very rousing speech, Phil.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thanks, Gene.

ZOE CRICK: Oh, bloody hell.

JACK HOLDEN: Are you in? You're in, aren't you? Yes! She's in! [laughs] [sings] "We're all going on a zombie holiday. No more sitting in this stupid room."

ZOE CRICK: I already regret this decision. [laughs]

EUGENE WOODS: So, it's decided, then.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yup.

EUGENE WOODS: We're going for it.

JACK HOLDEN: We are actually bloody going for it.

ZOE CRICK: I guess we are. Yeah. Yeah, let's do it.

EUGENE WOODS: It's decided, then!

ZOE CRICK: It's decided.

EUGENE WOODS: Cool!

JACK HOLDEN: Cool, cool, cool!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Torch.

ZOE CRICK: Check.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Spare batteries for torch.

ZOE CRICK: Uh, you're kidding, right? Spares?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: [laughs] I know. Nice one, Mister "CDC Emergency Preparedness Plan." What are we, made of batteries?

ZOE CRICK: "Pleased to meet you, dear chap. Mister Pennyfeather Cornelius Rockefeller at your service. Here, have some batteries. No, no, I insist. They're spares." [sighs] That was a bit of a long walk, wasn't it?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Yeah. Just a bit. Anyway, the torch is one of those windup doofers.

ZOE CRICK: All right, what's next?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Thermal blankets.

ZOE CRICK: Pair of old rugs, check.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Tinned food?

ZOE CRICK: Hunting knife and trapping cord, check.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Bottled water.

ZOE CRICK: Having lived like this for bloody ages and knowing how to clean your own water, check.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Okay. Last one: "Though we do not condone violence in any situation, it would be wise to have something with which to defend yourself."

[weapons clatter]

ZOE CRICK: Check.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: My God, Zoe, that's... that's a lot of weapons. Is that a machete?

ZOE CRICK: Runner Sixty-Two owed me some favors.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: I thought you were the non-violent type.

ZOE CRICK: Well, you know what they say: better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, yes, but this looks like you're planning an armed coup in a Central American state.

ZOE CRICK: Viva la revolución!

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Quite. Ooh, can I take the ax.

ZOE CRICK: But that's my favorite!

EUGENE WOODS: [clears throat] All righty, what's on the list?

[paper rustles]

JACK HOLDEN: Spare jumpers.

EUGENE WOODS: Check.

JACK HOLDEN: Bobblehead dog from that insurance advert.

EUGENE WOODS: Check.

JACK HOLDEN: Flappy hat.

EUGENE WOODS: Check.

JACK HOLDEN: Sword.

EUGENE WOODS: Check.

JACK HOLDEN: Sir Geoffrey the cricket bat.

EUGENE WOODS: Check.

JACK HOLDEN: Swanny the cricket ball.

EUGENE WOODS: Check.

JACK HOLDEN: No Pun Intended.

EUGENE WOODS: Oh God, not that, please.

JACK HOLDEN: Oh, come on! Look, you know it's dear to my heart. I had to trade my flick knife for this. You remember, with that girl in that hotel.

EUGENE WOODS: I remember Ashley, Jack, but that doesn't mean I like the jokes.

JACK HOLDEN: Look, I'm still packing it.

EUGENE WOODS: Fine, whatever. What's next?

JACK HOLDEN: A hug.

EUGENE WOODS: You are such a softy! Aw, come here.

[JACK HOLDEN and EUGENE WOODS hug]

EUGENE WOODS: So it's north to start with?

ZOE CRICK: Yup. Until we hit this settlement here.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: They're going to take us in?

ZOE CRICK: Mm, the Ministry says they've agreed to resupply us and let us shelter there for a couple of nights.

JACK HOLDEN: Well, that's nice of them.

ZOE CRICK: I imagine they're getting something in return. Increased patrols, medicine. Hell, even just food.

EUGENE WOODS: I had no idea we were so important.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, we are post-apocalypse Britain's flagship light entertainment and informational broadcast.

JACK HOLDEN: Fancy. You just made that up, didn't you?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, not just.

ZOE CRICK: Moving on. After that, we'll head east northeast for a while. The Ministry's keen that we include some coastal settlements on the tour.

EUGENE WOODS: Must want to make sure they hold up until trade routes can be restored.

JACK HOLDEN: Either that, or they want to make sure we get nice tans.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: On a British beach?

JACK HOLDEN: All right. Either that, or they want to make sure we get bitten to death by midges.

ZOE CRICK: Sounds about right. And after that, well, they've told us we'll receive further instruction en route.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Sounds like a plan to me.

EUGENE WOODS: So what do we do now?

ZOE CRICK: Now we wait for the green light.

JACK HOLDEN: All right. So, music it is.

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