Sitepathos - Untitled

A Trip to Hogsmeade

After a particularly long and grueling mission, Laswell manages to secure a month long leave for the 141, as well as Alejandro, and König. Of course, they were happy to hear that they’d have a long time to unwind, but they didn’t know how to occupy that much time! They’re soldiers, they’re not used to having that much free time. As for you, you kept on top of your studies, so you had a few days free to offer a great way to start their leave: a trip to Hogmeade, the only all-wizarding village in Scotland! Naturally, they were excited to not only see more of the Wizarding World, but also to spend more time with you! What could be better?

Price

He was blown away at the sight of everything. Seriously, it’s like going back in the past with all these stone buildings! This man would seriously nerd out over the history of the village.

“This place served as the wizards’ headquarters during the Goblin Rebellion. Wait, you guys have goblins?”

He loves the Three Broomsticks. He loves a good pint and he’s been to A LOT of sketchy bars and powered through them for the sake of good beer, but the smell of goats that’s synonymous with the Hog’s Head is where he draws the line. “No beer in the world is good enough to stand that smell.” Plus, the butterbeer is absolutely delicious.

Also, he loves the Three Broomsticks because it’s very welcoming. He sees his boys enjoying themselves, laughing, and cutting up, it warms his weary heart. They get dirty so the rest of the world can stay clean, but it’s hard to keep fighting when it seems like all there is to life is the mission and the only thing to look forward to is death. Here, they’re not soldiers, they’re just men having a good time.

When it’s time to leave, he brings back half a dozen barrels of butterbeer for him to take home. He can get a good pint anywhere back home, but the best butterbeer is only found at the Three Broomsticks. You also bought him a quick-quotes quill from Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop so he can write reports and paperwork without having to do any writing. The face he made when you told him made your heart skip a beat. But, his most important souvenir is a group picture taken back at the Three Broomsticks; it’s enchanted, so it’s like a moment of time captured within a frame. He keeps it on his desk at all times.

Gaz

He looks like a kid in a candy store when you arrived at Hogsmeade. “Everyone here is a wizard?” He looks at every store you pass by with fascination.

Also, speaking of being in a candy store, he absolutely loses his mind when you show him Honeydukes. Like, the minute you walk through the door, his jaw literally drops to the floor. The sight of candy packed into every corner of the store nearly sends him into a coma.

He sees the dozens of boxes of chocolate frogs for sale and he gives you the most irresistible puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. You buy as many boxes he can carry so he try to complete his collection.

He also loves the Sprintwitches Sporting Needs store. He fell in love with a Thunderbolt VII that was on display and exchanged all the money he had for the galleons needed for you to buy it. Despite him saying it was yours, you told him that your money bought it, so it was his to keep and whenever he wanted to go for a ride, you would drop everything so he could fly on it. He keeps it proudly displayed in his room back on base, above his bed. Soap is totally jealous.

When you leave, he has dozens of chocolate frogs, sugar quills, a gallon of rocky road no-melt ice cream, and the Thunderbolt VII, which is the best souvenir.

Ghost

“So, an all-wizarding village? Impressive.” On the outside, he keeps his usual indifferent attitude, but on the inside, he’s excited. An entire village full of magic.

While Price avoids the Hog’s Head, he heads straight into it and orders a firewhisky, loving the unique burning sensation that comes as it hits the back of his throat. You try to convince him to leave since the smell is strong enough to be smelled from the outside, but he just shrugs and keeps drinking.

He later asks if there’s anything you can do to get the smell out of his clothes and cast several spells that make the smell disappear and he thanks you.

He later gets kicked out when he breaks a witch’s hand after she called you a Mudblood. Aberforth kicks him out to appease his other customers, but gives him an approving nod and a few bottles. He later joins the rest of you at the Three Broomsticks, deflecting all Soap’s questions for leaving. “Price needs help babysitting you idiots. And Merlin’s too young to be a chaperone.”

He honestly couldn’t care less about souvenirs. Sure, the free bottles of firewhisky are great, but he wasn’t looking for useless trinkets to have to drag back home. Of course, you couldn’t let him walk away with nothing and bought him a custom made balaclava that can not be torn by non-magically means. “That’ll save me a fortune on masks. Thanks, kid.” Under his mask, he’s blushing.

Soap

Come on, you know this guy lost his ever-loving mind when you arrived. Like, it took Price AND Ghost to restrain him. “Johnny, for fuck’s sake, people are staring!” “But that place is an owl post office, LT! Owl post office!”

Finally, after five minutes, he finally calmed down enough to be let go, but he was still so excited that he grabbed and dragged you to each shop and had you explained what it sold. “You have a wand shop here, too?! Can we go in?!”

When you showed him Madam Snelling’s Tress Emporium, he had his mohawk touched up. Of course, he couldn’t resist to have something magical done to it. He walked out with his hair charmed with a variation of Colovaria, allowing it to change colors on its own. Price and Ghost their heads while Gaz goes in to do the same thing.

You already know his favorite store is going to be Zonko’s Joke Shop. As soon as you tell him that there’s a store that sells magical prank and joke items, he has you show him the way, leaving the rest of your friends behind. If you thought he was bad when you first showed up, he somehow gets worse at Zonko’s. He spends a good hour in their, going over everything for sale before walking out with armfuls of dungbombs, frog spawn soap, and a nose-biting teacup he was going to give Laswell (you later bought two sneakoscopes to give to Price and Ghost to help avoid Soap’s tricks going too far. You also promise to take Soap to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes for even more joke items.

Soap later finds out that his joke items are just as valuable in the field as they are off it. Enemies are easy pickings when they’re hacking away from the smell of a dungbomb, or it’s easy to sneak past guards when a bunch of frogs appear from out of nowhere.

He leaves Hogsmeade with so many joke items, it’s not even funny. He also helped himself to some candy from Honeydukes. Him and Gaz trade cards on the way home.

Alejandro

He’s awestruck when you arrive and Rudy has to bring him back to reality. “Dios mio. This village is amazing…”

He’s ecstatic like Soap, but he’s refined like Ghost; he keeps his excitement under control. He follows you down each street and listens to what you say, and if he asks questions if he has them. “And here we are at the Hogsmeade Post Office. Here, people can send and receive mail and packages via owls.” “Can you send mail anywhere using owls?” “Yes, magical owls are able to send mail to anywhere in the world.”

Him and Rudy go crazy at Honeydukes. Growing up, they didn’t have the chance to get candy whenever they wanted like their friends, so now they have the opportunity to get as much candy as they want. Alejandro’s favorite candy is the Fizzing Whizzbees, he loves to feel lighter than air for a few minutes while Rudy is crazy about no-melt ice cream; seriously, he gets triple scoops of different flavors.

They would pop into the Hog’s Head, but just long enough to buy a bottle of firewhisky to take home. After they have the bottle, they leave. “That smell… it’s not of this world…” After that, they’ll spend the rest of the trip at the Three Brromsticks

They would take home the bottle of firewhisky, several types of candy from Honeydukes, a few hiccouch sweets from Zonko’s, and a barrel of butterbeer, but that was Rudy’s decision. “Rudy, hermano, we don’t have the room for it…” “We’re make the room, damn it! Just, help me roll it…” You help by casting Reducio to make the barrel small enough to be put in a pocket.

König

This man was a bit overwhelmed when you first arrived, and understandably so. You talk him down from his mini panic attack, give him a calming drought you packed just in case, and gently led him down the streets. “Thank you, maus. This village is quite nice.”

If you decide to use this trip to stock up on your potion ingredients, he’ll 1000% carry the basket you fill up. He also loves it when you explain what each ingredient is and what it’s used for. Also asks if he can brew a potion by himself. Please let him, he’ll do a good job, he swears.

I can see him choosing Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop as his favorite shop in Hogsmeade. It’s away from the noisiest part of the village, it has a very calming atmosphere inside, and the tea is absolutely delicious. His favorite is a tea that’s enchanted to show the drinker’s happiest memory after a single sip. His is when he first joined KorTag and met Horangi, his best friend and the only one who believed he could become a sniper.

Of course, you had to tell him that the tea shop was known for being a popular place for dates. Fortunately, he wore his hood and it hid the nuclear red blush that covered his face. “A date! I mean, I would love to go on a date with you, maus! If we were dating! And I would be honored if you wanted to date me!”

After the incident, he starts to have daydreams about going on a date with you…

When it’s time to go home, he has a fancy teacup and several bags of that “memory tea” from the tea shop, a few pumpkin pasties from Honeydukes, and a collapsible cauldron from Ceridwen’s Cauldron so you can teach him how to brew his own calming drought.

Their Favorite Creature

A/N: I remembered a comment on my very first post and that became the inspiration for this one.

Price

Phoenix. This man sees them as majestic creatures and can’t help but be in awe at the sight of them.

It takes his breath away when it bursts into flames and is reborn. The first time it happened, he might have gotten a little scared; he was aware of their immorality, but the sight of flames bursting in front of him brings up some unpleasant memories.

But, he gets a little down when the bird is reborn because he wishes many of his fallen compatriots could rise from the flames.

He had a stand specially made for him (using enchanted wood to resist flames) and when he’s filling out paperwork, he looks up and smiles at the bird. He also keeps a box of plants to feed the phoenix.

He loves to use the phoenix to deliver letters/packages to you. It always amazes him to see it deliver mail, no matter how heavy it is.

You managed to pluck a feather from the phoenix and had it turned into a quill enchanted to never run out of ink. He uses it only to write letters to you. He keeps it in a special box in his desk and he takes its security very seriously.

With your help, he bottled some tears from the Phoenix as they possess amazing healing qualities. More often than he cares to remember, those tears that brought back his boys from the brink of death and he’s so thankful to both the Phoenix and you.

Gaz

Puffskein. Hands down, this man will no nuts at the sight of a fuzzy ball.

He also loves the fact that it eats bugs, specifically spiders. I can see Gaz facing down a hail of bullets and not batting an eye, but the sight of a spider will have him jumping in his dad’s Price’s arms. So, he would ask to take the Puffskein home to not only cuddle with, but to eat any bugs that find their way in.

When you told him that a popular game involves throwing Puffskeins around, he was understandably upset. I mean, to him, it was similar to throwing puppies against the wall. But, when you told him their fuzziness protected them from harm, he relaxed and played the game. Eventually, it turned into a regular thing between the two of you. Think of it like ‘Hit The Bottles,’ but with Puffskeins instead of baseballs.

Gaz will absolutely lose his mind if you show up with more Puffskeins. Will absolutely lie down on the ground and let them swarm him. He’s in heaven.

Please get this man a Puffskein plushie for his birthday. Will absolutely sleep with it every night and if it goes missing, will tear the entire base apart in order to find it, waking everyone up in the process. Everyone will pitch in so he’ll calm down and they can go back to bed.

Ghost

Thestrals. Let’s face it, this man will gravitate towards these misunderstood creatures.

When you showed up to the base on a carriage hitched up to four Thestrals and explained why the soldiers could see them while some of the base’s support staff couldn’t, he felt a certain kinship to them.

“Only people who’ve seen death can see them, huh? So, I could’ve seen them all my life.”

He says many self-deprecating jokes about him and them being signs of death, but when you shut that train of thought down and tell him that he’s a better man than he gives himself credit for, he can’t help but smile. “Careful, Merlin. I might start to think you care about me.”

Despite his protests, will absolutely love to ride the carriage you brought with you.

“Ghost, do you want to ride the carriage before I have to take it back?” “Merlin, I’m a hardened dog of war. I’ve taken so many lives that I’ve become death incarnate. My reputation is known to so many terrorists, they have nightmares about me.” “So, is that a no?” “…Yes, I want to ride it.”

Soap

Common Welsh Green. Come on, did you think it would be anything other than a dragon?

The first time he saw one was when you took him to the Romanian Dragon Reserve and to say he was in awe is an understatement. Like, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he was stuck in place as one flew over his head.

Once you told him that they’re native to Scotland, he was giddy as you can get. He wants nothing more than to fly on the back of one while waving the Scottish flag and screaming “Scotland forever!”

Of course, he knows that’s not going to happen since dragons are dangerous creatures. But, say you have a friend who has a friend who has a friend who is capable of making that happen. This man will squeal with joy and once he gets off that dragon’s back, you will have a new best friend. Like, if you ever need anything, let him know and he’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen.

Will devote over a dozen pages of his journal to drawings to this species of dragon. From closeups to full body sketches, this man will flex his artistic muscles and draw pictures that rival the pictures from your Magical Creatures textbook.

You take him back to the reserve on his birthdays so he can see them again, and he falls more in love with these dragons and you every time.

Alejandro

Mooncalf.

The sight of a cute Mooncalf will turn this hardened freedom fighter into a baby-speaking softie. “My brothers, we continue to fight not for ourselves but for this city we love! Long live the Cowboys!” Mooncalf joins the chat. “On my god, it’s the cutest fluff baby I’ve ever seen!”

He tries to never miss every full moon because the sight of seeing them dance is a breathtaking sight. And if you bring more Moon calves to join in the dance, he can’t help but join in. Rudy joins in as well since it’s very rare he sees his brother so lively and carefree.

He does everything he can to not laugh his ass off when the townspeople freak out at the crop circles left behind from the lunar dance.

He’s also been known to allow the Mooncalf to wrap itself around his neck like some sort of scarf. One time, he got so use to the Mooncalf being around his neck that he forgot about it and led an entire debriefing with said Mooncalf still wrapped around his neck. Rudy told the soldiers not to mention it as it was the funniest thing he’d seen in a very long time.

König

Niffler. Yes, this absolute mountain of a man is head over heels with this tiny magical platypus.

It’s love at first sight when he runs into you and sees you carrying a Niffler. “That bill… those feet… Perfektion…”

Begs you to allow him to hold it every chance he gets. Of course, you him that Nifflers are known for stealing anything valuable, but he’s undeterred and relieves you of the kleptomaniac platypus.

Needless to say, chaos ensures. He took his eyes off it for one second and it ran off, stealing anything shiny along the way. Eventually, he was able to capture its and you shook everything out from its fur, including Price’s lighter.

He learned from that unfortunate incident and started keeping a bag full of shiny metallic objects (mostly bullet cases) to satisfy the creature’s cravings.

You offer to show him how to train the Niffler and it turns into a bonding experience for the two of you.

“I had fun teaching the Niffler, maus. Now, it’ll clean up bullet casings on the battlefield.”

Hello. I know this might sound dramatic, but I want you to know that you probably save my life tonight.

I was having a really bad day. My family doesn't understand me enough to care, and maybe my issue with my family is the reason why I found comfort in Batfam fics. Today, everything just got worse. My father yelled at me for something he didn't even know, I don't know why he even had the audacity to speak when he doesn't even know the matter, and now I can't speak and yell at his face that he's wrong because I am a child and not a parent, I would be considered "disrespectful" if I wanted to speak what is right and true.

I was really begging any Gods at that point to take me. I was thinking of ways to execute myself tonight. I was planning to starve myself tomorrow and ignore today's dinner. I was planning on searching what's "Metoprolol" is because growing up as a kid, I always think that "concern" is a form of love, and maybe if they saw my dead body tonight, maybe they'll cry because they love me. I know this is bad. I know this is inappropriate to say, but when I tried to atleast make myself feel better and decided to read Batfam fics again, I saw your new chapter of From Gold to Mold and it genuinely makes everything better. I didn't want to read Chapter 3 because I saw the comments that you left it with a cliffhanger, and I hate that, and decided to wait for the next chapter instead. Ever since I saw the new chapter, I actually ate dinner, because atleast I know there's still things in this world that makes me happy. When I saw your new chapter, I asked God, "Is this your way of comforting me?", and I want you to know that your work is a form of blessing for me. I started thanking God at that moment, and told myself that I also want to thank you.

I actually don't read Batman comics, or watch Batman. I never read or watch any DC movies before, but Batfam fics is about a family that I will always desire yet never really grasp. I wish for all Batfam authors to live the life they wanted.

I am very sorry for saying this, and straight up said that I was actually considering doing it. I am very aware that this is inappropriate but I really, really, really want to tell you that you save me. I know saying that a "fanfiction" save my life sounds ridiculous, but that's where I found my comfort in, and I would be willing to be ridicule at if it means showing what genuinely makes me happy. I will always love your works even if it means showing my lack of redamancy for my family, or even hatred if I have to admit. This doesn't mean that you are a start of my rebellion. I am only stating that you are a light in my times of darkness.

Thank you.

Wow, ok, wasn’t expecting my work to have such an impact. Good to know.

First of all, I’m glad you’re enjoying the series! When this idea popped into my head, I wasn’t sure if there would be many who’d actually enjoy it. With people like you, I’m inspired to put all that I have into From Gold to Mold! I hope my future work meets and exceeds all your expectations!

Second of all, I’m so sorry that you’re going through such a rough time in your life right now. Since you were brave to share a part of you for all to see, I’ll share something, too. About five years ago, my mother was a major junkie. With that, plus her narcissism, led her to divorcing my stepdad (who brought me out of my shell and made me a better version of myself) and moved us to my grandmother’s house after my grandfather died after battling lung cancer. Living with her was a nightmare, constantly walking around eggshells for fear of pissing her off, her stealing money from my grandmother, and yelling at everyone. She was always riding my ass to get a job just so she could take money from me. Early 2020, she was finally evicted and it’s just my grandmother and I living together.

She’s actually cleaned herself up and we enjoy a decent relationship.

So, while things look horrible and it may take a while, things do get better. I’m rooting for you.

Sit-Rep

Price’s phone buzzes, making him stop doing paperwork and pick it up from his desk. The screen shows a picture from Gaz: a group selfie of him, Ghost, Soap, and Merlin. From what he can tell, you four at some restaurant in downtown London, eating outside. Gaz is grinning and winking, Soap is smirking and messing with Ghost, who is obviously grinning under his mask while rolling his eyes, and Merlin smiling his usual bright smile and waving. He smiles at the sight of his boys enjoying themselves.

Missing you, Cap! Thanks for giving us the day off. Wish you were here.

Wish I could, but been putting off reports for too long. Have some fun for me.

While it was true he’d been slacking on the latest mission reports, they didn’t demand his immediate attention. He gave those four the day off so he could host a very important meeting; one that Merlin couldn’t know about and the other three couldn’t attend without making fools of themselves, the 141, and Merlin.

Just then, someone knock at his door.

“Enter.”

The door opens and one of the new recruits, Welles, enters his office.

“Captain, the VIPs are here.”

The door opens a bit more and a man and a woman can be seen behind the soldier.

“Thank you, Private.” He stands up and walks towards his guests. “You can go.”

The private nods and leaves.

“Mr and Mrs L/N. I’m glad you can make it.”

“Thank you for having us, Captain Price,” Mrs. L/N responds, smiling as he and her shake hands. As he looks at her, he can see where Merlin got his eyes and jawline from.

“Good to see you again, Captain,” Mr. L/N adds, shaking his hand. It’s then he notices Merlin and his father share the same nose and ears.

“Please, make yourselves at home.” He motions for them to sit at the two chairs in front of his desk “Can I get you some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“Appreciate it, Captain. Whatever you have’s be fine.”

The two take their seats as he prepares the tea at the kettle in the corner of his office. Ever since Merlin joined 141, he’s made it a point to arrange for regular meetings with his parents; as powerful a wizard he is, Merlin’s still a minor and a civilian and his parents are trusting Price to care for their son. Of course, he knows the kid would object to this meeting as he didn’t want to upset his parents with all the dangerous missions he’s gone on, so Price tries to schedule these get-togethers whenever the kid would be away from the base for a couple hours. Hence why he gave Merlin the day off and permission to go to London.

He also had his lieutenant and two sergeants go with you since Soap and Gaz would be their usual goofy selves and Ghost would just recount every dangerous moment of every mission he’d been a part of.

No, he was the only one who could do this properly. Plus, as the commanding officer of 141, it was his duty to keep the parents of his youngest soldier informed.

“Here you are.” He places three cups on his desk and takes his seat. “Hope it’s halfway decent.”

“If you’ve brewed it, it’ll be lovely,” Mrs. L/N responds as she takes a sip from her cup. “So, how is Y/N doing? Is he eating enough? He wouldn’t want to have special treatment, but I don’t think those MREs you boys eat are fit for human consumption.”

“M/N—“ F/N cuts her off, but Price just chuckles, waving him off.

“It’s fine, she’s just making sure the boy eats a proper meal. We save the MREs for missions that we know that’ll take a few days. While we’re here, we have actual food. Don’t worry, ma’am, he’s eating proper meals.”

She nods in appreciation and takes another sip.

“What about his role on missions,” F/N asks. “I know when he first started going with you and the others, he said he was kept in the back, serving in a support role, but I remember my time in the Army and plans rarely survived contact with the enemy.”

He remembers pulling F/N’s file when Merlin told him his father was a veteran; his father joined the military right out of high school and was deployed in Afghanistan in 2002 when his squad was ambushed by a squad of Taliban fighters; the reports say he fought bravely and was the sole survivor. After that, he was honorably discharged and returned to civilian life.

“I admit, your son has had to be more involved in our missions than I would like. He’s saved our asses loads of times with that Protego spell of his and capturing targets is a lot easier when he’s stunned them with Stupify.” M/N opens her mouth to speak, but F/N grasps her hand in his. “I wish I could stop him from being put in these positions, but I’m afraid he’s determined to help out in every way possible.”

“That’s our Y/N,” M/N chuckles softly. “He’s always wanted to help however he can.” She stares at him, her eyes glassy. “Please, Captain Price, keep an eye on him. I know you can’t be everywhere at the same time, but he’s all we have.”

She isn’t exaggerating; according to the L/N Family files, Y/N was a miracle in more ways than once. M/N had less than a 5% chance of getting pregnant due to some genetic condition, and after trying for over a year, she finally gave birth to Y/N, which took a lot out of both her and the boy, and after they were both stabilized, the couple were told that she’d never be able to get pregnant again, making this their only child. They didn’t care, they had their miracle child and that was enough. The day of his first birthday, they got a hell of a surprise when M/N was bringing his cake when she tripped and Y/N had managed to stop both his mom and the cake from falling and after a visit from Professor McGonagall, they found out their son was a wizard, and when he turned eleven, they had to send him off to Hogwarts. As if it wasn’t bad enough not being able to see him for most of the year, now they have to worry about their son being in active war zones.

Knowing he was responsible for their only child was something that kept him up at night.

“Don’t worry, M/N.” He takes her hands into his. “I’ll look after him as if he was my own.”

And, in a way, he sees Y/N as his own.

“Thank you, Captain.” She wipes her eyes. “Oh, there was something I was wanting to ask you.”

“Babe, I don’t think—“

“Oh, shush, F/N. I’m his mother, it’s my job to know these things. Plus, you can’t tell me you’re not the least bit interested?”

F/N opens his mouth to retort, but closes it. To say Price is curious is an understatement.

“What is it?”

“In his last few letters, I’ve noticed he writes about the rest of 141, the leader of those Vaqueros, and that man from KorTac in a much different way. At first, he thought you all would resent him for not being a soldier and he tried to stay out of your way, then he started going on and on about all the fun he’s been having on base, and now I can’t help but think he’s gotten a little crush.”

Price’s eyebrows shoot up.

Merlin has a crush? On someone here?

“Of course, I couldn’t begin to hazard a guess since he writes a lot about each of them, but since you see him everyday, could you tell who it might be?”

Price begins scouring his brain to come up with an answer. Just who could his crush be? With Merlin turning eighteen soon, he might just act on it; not that he had a problem with it, he’d be absolutely ecstatic if the lad would make an honest man out of his boys. Simon seemed to be the least likely since he thinks of himself a husk of a man and undeserving of love, but Merlin’s had a positive influence on his oldest soldier. In the past, Simon found little to be fascinating and had no desire to hang out with any of the team outside of training and the celebratory post-mission drinks, but with an actual wizard in their midst, Price notices the lieutenant to be a lot more attentive when the kid demonstrates his magic.

Not the most obvious pairing, but it wouldn’t be the strangest thing he’s heard of.

Next up is Gaz, which he can definitely see. The sergeant and Merlin became friends not long after his introduction to the team and they’re together a good portion of the day. Price has walked in on Merlin giving lessons to Gaz, who looked to be absorbing everything like a sponge. Price is sure that, in a relationship, Gaz would be the perfect gentleman and would treat Merlin as he should be treated and no doubt the kid would return the favor, especially with a lot of flying around on his broomstick.

Could see it happening. They’d be pretty cute together.

After Gaz and Soap, and he feels his blood pressure rising at the thought of his demolitions expert and wizard being boyfriends. Not that he’d disapprove of their relationship or that they wouldn’t treat each other well. The Scotsman was practically the wizard’s first friend since he was blown away at the sight of magic and the two have been joined at the hip since day one. What made him worried was the chaos such a relationship would bring. Soap has practically no impulse control, and being in a relationship with Merlin meant having unlimited access to the boy at all hours of the day, meaning his infamous pranks would never cease; guns would runaway on tiny legs when people tried to pick them up, doors would close just as people attempted to walk through them, and recruits would be chased by fireworks that turned into dragons.

But, like Gaz, John would treat the lad with the utmost respect, and there isn’t a doubt in Price’s mind that the two would be a stereotypical lovey-dovey couple that makes people gag at the excessive sweetness.

Another likely candidate. But, I’ll probably have to talk to Merlin about Soap’s pranks.

Then there’s Alejandro, and Price isn’t sure how to feel about that one; he’s seen the man at the bar and no doubt the Colonel is very charismatic and flirty, always managing to have a dozen men and women around him the entire time he’s there. Of course, Price knows that the man would treat the lad well, but Alejandro isn’t likely to give up his charismatic behavior. Plus, Alejandro is Mexican Special Forces, so if the two were to get together, Merlin would likely get away whenever he could to see him, and he doesn’t want to part way with their wizard.

There’s also the rumors about Alejandro and Rudy…

Not sure about that one, but after Merlin repaired all of Las Almos, no doubt Alejandro would have some feelings.

Finally, there’s König, their resident giant. The two avoided each other at first, but it was due to both of them being scared of one another. After they got to know each other and Merlin started supplying the merc with potions to help him with his crippling social anxiety, it wasn’t uncommon to see the Australian following the shorter lad like a lost puppy. König already treats the kid like he’s made of glass, and if they were to become boyfriends, Price would see the merc begging Merlin to allow him to wrap him up in bubble wrap for his protection. But, overall, he’d see no problem with it… other than Merlin leaving to see König whenever he was off base.

Another possibility…

It’s then he notices F/N and M/N are staring at him, waiting for his reply.

“To tell you the truth,” he sighs. “I couldn’t even begin to hazard a guess.”

“Really,” M/N sighs. “Not even a little?”

He picks up one of the many framed photographs from his desk and shows it to them.

“Based on this picture, it could really be any of them.”

They look at it and smile. The picture is when Merlin took them to Hogsmeade during a long leave Laswell gave them; in it, they’re at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying the butterbeer and each other. It’s easily one of Price’s favorite pictures as it not only shows all his boys having fun, but as it’s been enchanted, it replays that moment over and over, allowing him to relive that happy memory as if it happened yesterday.

“I’m glad he’s having fun with you all.” F/N hands the picture back to him. “Thank you for keeping an eye on him, Captain.”

“I like to think he keeps an eye on us just as much.”

And with that, they begin their monthly ritual of discussing the lad who’s brought so much magic into their lives.

New CoD AU Series Idea

I know I’ve been inactive for quite some time, but I really didn’t have much of a drive to post. The HP/CoD AU idea popped into my head and I really wanted to see something like that on here and when I realized that the only way I would is if I wrote it myself and when the idea ran its course, I got bored with it and stopped. But, here’s the newest idea that’s been plaguing my thoughts as of late: a Star Wars/CoD AU!

And I want to know if anyone would be interested in it.

Now, I won’t go into too much detail just in case I end up doing it, but it takes place during the Old Republic era and the Reader is a Jedi and 141 is a clan of Mandalorians. Due to circumstances, the Reader forsakes the Jedi Order and begins adventuring around the galaxy with 141 and over time, the five of them enter a relationship.

I’ve been thinking about this for the past two weeks and wondered if anyone would be interested in it.