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pjo-whore · 3 years

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Percy Jackson At Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Wizards Are What Now?

Look, Percy never wanted to be half-blood.

Being a half-blood – the child of a mortal human and a god – was dangerous. It was scary. Most of the time, on top of having neglectful parents and a dysfunctional and incestuous family that wanted you dead for petty reasons, it got you killed in other painful, nasty ways.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Percy didn’t feel envious of the kids who didn’t have to deal with the mythological world.

Percy Jackson was seventeen years old. Until a month ago, he was fighting a war against a Greek primoradial, the Earth Mother incarnate, Gaea – also known as his great grandmother. Before that, he fought in a war against his grandfather, Kronos, Greek Titan of Time, who wanted to overthrow the Olympian gods and take over the world and the Empire State Building. Somewhere in between he also found time to spend a month in literal Greek hell, Tartarus, who also happened to be his great grandfather, and who also tried to murder him on sight.

Was Percy a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

And right now, he was still trying to clean up the mess from the Second Giant War.

Now that there wasn’t a war looming overhead, the gods’ recent exploits were coming to light, and new demigods were popping up everywhere, everyday. The number of demigods skyrocketed now that they were actively searching and not waiting for them to stumble into Camp on their own.

But that also meant there were new kids to train, more demigods for the gods to claim, and less time to recoup from the recent war.

Less than a month had passed since Gaea’s defeat.

The days were filled with helping each other get back on their feet, rebuilding the camps, and trying to keep the fragile peace in order.

There was still a lot to sort out, and the gods weren’t as hands-on as most would like. There was conflict building up. News spread about how the gods helped the seven demigods of the prophecy fight the giants, because a giant couldn’t be killed by a mortal alone, and this made many jealous and angry. The gods could pop in for a single battle when it was their own ass on the line, but not when a group of their own literal kids needed to rebuild their home that was dedicated to the gods?

Besides Chiron and Dionysus, the only god to physically stay at Camp Half-Blood following the battle against Gaea due to his punishment from Zeus, there were no other adults. The oldest demigods were barely twenty. Despite age, most, if not all, the demigods looked to the prophecy demigods for guidance and leadership.

Annabeth, Jason, Percy, Piper, and Nico.

The brunt of the responsibility fell on the daughter of Athena, and the son of Poseidon. They led their Camp through the Second Titan War, and now they were survivors of another war.

Things weren’t easy for a long time.

The Camp was completely ravaged.

During Gaea’s seize of the Greek demigod Camp, the cabins were burned by the monsters and toppled by Gaea’s massive earthquakes. Not even the Big House – the staple of Camp Half-Blood, the oldest building on the lot – survived the attack.

Camp Jupiter didn’t fare any better, but their buildings had been more structurally sound, thicker and built of material that didn’t burn and crumble. Enough buildings were still standing well enough to inhabit.

Everything had to be rebuilt for Camp Half-Blood.

Nobody could be sent home – to their mortal homes, with mortal parents, and a mortal life, mortal being the slang for “normal” among the mythological world – despite the new lack of residency at Camp Half-Blood. Kids needed to heal. There were nightmares and PTSD. Trauma and concussions. People to be counted, bodies missing, some so mauled they were impossible to identify. Several bodies were unearthed from the ground, sucked in by Gaea’s attack and suffocated beneath the dirt.

Shrouds were made for those who could be identified, the unknown buried in unmarked graves to be remembered. Those who were missing were given honorary shrouds, unknowing if they were in one of the unmarked graves. The Romans were unable to do their traditional funeral rituals, transporting the bodies all the way to Camp Jupiter, and were burned in shrouds alongside the Greeks.

Mortal parents simply couldn’t help.

They couldn’t fathom their children being in a war.

There were fears that demigods would be taken away from Camp Half-Blood by their mortal parents, horrified at what their kids were put through. Chiron especially worried about demigods who would be kept from Camp by parents, forcing them to live alone without any mythological world support, to defend against monsters on their own, without any magic or special weapons.

So, among the remaining able-bodied demigods, Greeks alongside Romans worked together to erect the new Big House. Tents from the Romans’ siege on Camp Half-Blood were gifted to the Greeks to provide residency until the new cabins were built, while the Romans started to march back home.

During all the chaos, Percy didn’t have any time to sit down and process all that happened.

The whole Camp looked up to him as a leader, but Percy didn’t feel very strong or wise.

He only felt bitter.

There were some who walked by and whispered “lucky” and “prophecy.”

Some who stopped talking as soon as he walked into the room.

Those who acted like he wasn’t even human, just some untouchable hero; but they ostracized him.

Percy was aware that he was one of the so-called “lucky” campers; lucky being compared, because at least he walked away with all his limbs intact.

It didn’t feel like he was lucky.

He wasn’t unscathed. He bore many scars, visible and not. His time in Tartarus was an impossible nightmare on bad nights, and a shadow on good days.

Percy was learning that he had triggers.

He was learning Annabeth did, too.

Neither liked using elevators.

Annabeth’s expression went tight when Percy used his powers around her. She turned away, sometimes completely leaving the area.

She got antsy in the dark, a childhood fear resurfaced.

There were other little things; at night when she had nightmares she would toss and turn in bed, sweating through her clothes and sheets, despite the breeze being cold. Sometimes Annabeth would completely avoid Percy, acting snappish, always coming back and apologizing in the end, and they would hold each other like they were hanging over the chasm again.

Annabeth refused to talk about what she saw in her nightmares, and Percy never pushed. He was one of the only people who could understand what she was going through.

Sometimes all they could do was sit and try to drown out the memories of The Pit.

Percy’s triggers were different.

He developed a deep-seated hatred for empousai. The moment he saw one, his body started to shake with adrenaline and nerves, fire flashing before his eyes.

Percy could no longer look at the stars without feeling a deep loss, tears pricking at his eyes.

He prayed to his father, Poseidon, more often, as if trying to re-establish his connection to the sea, to re-establish his connection to the Overworld, as if that could cleanse him of what happened in The Pit. As if he could wash away the touch of The Pit.

Percy’s nightmares were always blurry and violent. He wouldn’t snap awake like others. He didn’t startle or jerk upright. He didn’t make a single noise. He would wake silently, and lay there in bed, eyes open and unseeing, that shattered glass feeling he always dreaded at the bottom of his stomach. After he could never go back to sleep, and he would get up and sit on the tile in his cabin for hours and look in the mirror and wait for the image to change. He would wait for it to reflect what he feared, though it never did.

“Okay, so, how big is the situation? Is it like, ‘Aphrodite lost her hairbrush again’ big? Or is it ‘Gaea has risen again’ big?”

Annabeth frowned. “I don’t know. All Chiron said was that a god needed our help – and I don’t know about you, but I don’t like the sound of that.” She chewed her bottom lip in thought as they headed toward the Big House. They had been asked to attend a private meeting with Chiron, outside of the camp counselor meeting. “He sounded serious, too. Whichever god it is must be an asshole to seek help so soon after the war.”

She wasn’t wrong, Percy thought.

Jason was appointed Pontifex Maximus in Camp Jupiter, and as such he was responsible of advising the praetors, ruling over the Camp Jupiter counsel, and overseeing the work and prayers to the minor gods. His promise to Kymopoleia to bring worship and awareness for all minor gods became his fulltime job, and it was ruled that most gods must go through Jason to request help from either demigod camp.

A god asking for help directly after a full-scale war? Using Chiron as their connection? It was a hit below the belt, and it made Percy frustrated.

A few demigods raised their heads in greeting as Percy and Annabeth passed by the arts and crafts center. Conner and Travis Stoll, who were trying to build bombs with bits and pieces from the forge, took one look at Percy, then at Annabeth, and wiggled their brows suggestively. Percy unsubtly stuck them the bird, and they started to laugh their assess off.

The Big House was smaller now, after being rebuilt.

What could be scavenged from the attic was saved, but most of it was lost. Magical artifacts and ancient texts were burned and crushed. Now the Big House served mostly as the infirmary, aside from the drop-by medicinal tent near the Apollo cabin, where more medical supplies were. The Apollo and Hephaestus cabins had been the first to be rebuilt because they gave needed services.

Aside from the infirmary, the Big House had a commons area for meetings, and housed a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

Checking in the commons area, Chiron was in his wheelchair. Nico was sitting at the beloved ping pong table, which had somehow survived the siege on Camp, and Thalia was sitting backwards on a chair by the new counselor table, which no one ever used.

Percy sat next to Nico and twirled the ping pong paddle between his hands, Annabeth taking her usual seat during counsel meetings.

Chiron looked tense.

“Now, I know that only a month has passed since the end of the Second Giant War, but –”

The air practically sparked with the collective tension that built.

“– a new quest has been issued.”

Annabeth leaned forward in her seat, interested. “Chiron, you can’t have an official quest without a prophecy. And the last time I checked; the Oracle of Delphi wasn’t working right now.”

“Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a quest from the Greek pantheon, then.”

Percy cocked a brow and shared a look with Annabeth.

“The Roman pantheon doesn’t have an oracle, and their last augur exploded himself, so –”

“It’s a friend of Lady Hecate, the Triple Goddess.”

Dead silence.

“The Triple Goddess?” Percy parroted. “I don’t follow.”

“The Triple Goddess is of the Old Religion, once practiced in Europe hundreds of years ago by the druids and magic users in general. It belonged to Albion, a land of five kingdoms, before it split into the United Kingdom and Ireland.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Nico said.

“All those years ago, in the middle ages, after the golden age of the Greek pantheon, the Old Religion became very popular in Albion. Magic was something that anyone could practice even if they weren’t born with the innate talent, with the proper training. Through the ages, though, the religion declined, and the New Religion rose and became the staple. While the Old Religion relied on the magic of the land, sea, and sky; the New Religion relied on your inner magical core, and so not everyone could do this new magic.”

Chiron shifted in his wheelchair and pulled out a small stack of photos, but when he tossed them onto the ping pong table, the demigods saw that they held moving pictures.

In one photo, it showed a person standing over a boiling cauldron, on the wooden table beside them, old parchment with a quill that moved by itself, writing on the paper. The picture moved slightly, the character stirring the cauldron. Then the animated picture reset and repeated.

In another photo, two persons stood facing each other, holding purposefully shaped wooden sticks, pointing them at each other. Bright lights exploded from the tips of the sticks, and their robes and hair swayed with strong winds.

In the last photo, a person was wearing a uniform of sorts, with a helmet and pads on their knees and elbows. They held an old broomstick between their knees, and metal hinges held on the back close to the bristles, like a hitch for the feet. In the picture, the person grabbed onto the end of the broomstick and shot into the air, like magic. It gave image to the stereotype of witches flying on brooms in the night.

“The Old Religion died out because the land lost its magic. Only select spots held magical creatures and natural magic. Magic was only preserved through the New Religion, and those who practiced the New Religion became witches and wizards. The lot of them went into hiding and created their own society – the wizarding world.”

“In today’s day and age, magic is passed down through genetics. And sometimes, those with magic cores can be born to those with no magic at all. The population of magic users stays stable, and there is balance in the world of magic …” Chiron winced. “Mostly.”

“But these people have lost contact with the Triple Goddess. They no longer worship or prayer to her. They rely solely on their own magic, not what comes naturally from the land, like in the Old Religion. And recently, war has passed for them. The Second Wizarding War ended four months ago. And this has severely depleted their resources and magic. There is a school for the magic users, used as the stronghold during the war, and now the wizarding world’s hero is returning to finish his studies.”

“His moniker is ‘The Boy Who Lived,’ and he’s called Harry Potter. But he was only a child – is only a child. He and his peers are children who have been used to fight a war that they shouldn’t have had to fight.” Chiron looked very grim.

Percy bitterly sank back in his seat.

“We were kids, too.”

Chiron sighed. “This war has thrown the balance of magic out of whack. The natural magic has been depleted for too long, and there are those who are actively tipping the balance to sabotage the magic for their own gain. It’s suspected that the dark forces from the war – Death Eaters – are still operating in the shadows. It is because of this that the Triple Goddess has called upon you as heroes to help restore the wizarding world and save magic.”

“You would only be obligated to attend the school of Hogwarts until you uncovered the source of oppression over magic, so the Death Eaters can be caught and restrained. If you choose to accept, of course.”

Percy eyed him sharply. “You say that as if we have a choice.”

Chiron pursed his lips. “Despite what you think, yes, you do.”

“But this is from a whole other pantheon,” Nico said. “A group of magical people who don’t even believe in the goddess who brought about their magic. Why do we have to fix this?”

More silence.

Chiron looked down on them unapologetically.

Percy shifted uncomfortably, looking over at Annabeth. Chiron seriously expected them to just up and leave Camp for this quest. Barely a month had passed since their own war, and they were getting by as they were. Percy didn’t believe Camp Half-Blood could afford to lose any support or cabin counselors, even for a short period of time.

“So, let me get this straight,” Percy said. “Basically – if I just ignore the little prologue, you gave there – you want us to go to this magical school, on orders of a goddess that’s almost faded, stalk a kid, and watch out for people who like to try to rob the world of magic – magic, which they use themselves.”

Chiron looked pained. “No, I don’t believe they’re purposefully robbing the world of magic.”

“Oh, well that clears everything up.” Percy threw his hands in the air.

“Regardless, you understand what’s being asked. This is a quest, technically coming from Hecate, as a favour for the Triple Goddess. It’s valid as a hero’s quest. It was decided it would be best that you go undercover as transfer students and secretly watch over Harry Potter, the target for most Death Eaters. Your goal is to prevent trouble before it gets serious, though I doubt that will be hard, as trouble always manages to find you –”

“Wait, hold on,” Percy said, still hung-up on the quest. “How are we supposed to fit in at a school for the magically gifted? None of us are wizards.”

“Oh, that is something that can easily be fixed,” Chiron said, dismissing the problem.

“Excuse me?!” Thalia said.

“Hecate considered this quest from the Triple Goddess for a long time before coming to me.”

Percy rolled his eyes. Out of everyone in the room, he had the least faith in the gods. They never gave him anything to have faith in.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at the camp director. “And how exactly does Hecate plan on ‘fixing’ the problem? I don’t see any obvious solutions. We’re demigods, not wizards.”

Chiron shifted awkwardly. “She has not shared that with me. I have only gotten the request that you undertake this quest for the Old Religion, and that she will visit to prepare you.”

Percy felt like grinding his teeth. “Oh, so she just expected us to accept the quest. She never considered us refusing? Why can’t the wizards fix their own problem?” Chiron said nothing. “Camp is still in shambles – we don’t even have all the cabins rebuilt yet! We can’t leave, not now. There’s still too much work to do here, and too many new demigods to watch over and protect. And have you even considered that maybe we don’t want to go on this quest? That maybe we want a break? My entire childhood was prophecy after prophecy, quest after quest, serving the gods. We’re under no obligation to do this. You can tell Hecate that she can stick her magic wands up –”

He didn’t get the chance to finish because Annabeth had already taken a ping pong paddle and smashed a ping pong ball in his direction, the mutual action used to keep order in camp counselor meetings.

“BALL!” Annabeth yelled, slamming her paddle across the table.

Percy scowled and took his seat again.

“Now, Percy,” she said sweetly, leaning over the table. “Where did you say Hecate could put those wands?”

“Nowhere,” he muttered.

Annabeth acquiesced and put the paddle down.

“Where is this school anyway?” Nico asked. He frowned. “And Hogwarts? What kind of name is that?”

“It resides in Scotland, its exact location unknown and hidden by powerful magic. Outside of the school, which is an ancient and famous monument for the wizarding world, there are other magical establishments. One place you will be required to visit is Diagon Alley, a wizarding market. That’s where you’ll collect your resources for going undercover at school.”

“Again, you’re saying all this like we’ve agreed to go,” Percy mumbled.

He was ignored. Thalia raised her hand, her features etched with confusion. “Okay, I hate to be the one to say it – but how are we supposed to blend in with wizards and witches? We can’t use magic, and we know nothing about their world.”

Chiron admitted he didn’t know how Hecate would find ways around the problems. “She has informed me that, only once the quest is accepted, will she come and discuss the details. In fact, she should be arriving any moment –”

What happened next could not have been anymore dramatic.

There was a blinding flash of light – the glow filling the entire room – and it forced the demigods to cover their eyes lest they go blind from laying eyes upon a god’s true form.

All eyes landed on the goddess, technically titaness.

Hecate appeared as a tall, thin woman. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a kekryphalos, the shining coil twisting and adorned with intricate gems and metals. Loose strands of hair framed her sickly pale face, which held sharp chartreuse yellow eyes. She wore a dark chiton robe that draped over her thin figure, and it seemed to ripple like a heat hallucination, like ink spilling off to the ground.

At her feet, she was accompanied by a black Labrador retriever and a polecat.

The demigods all stood as one and politely bowed, as was common for all gods. Percy glared up through his bow as he followed reluctantly.

“Rise, my young heroes.” The goddess’ voice was smooth and rich. She sounded monotone. “You have done more than enough to prove your worth to me, and for that, I know that I can trust you. I have called you four here on special request from the Triple Goddess, who has observed your acts of heroics. She believes you can save the wizarding world, her beloved kin, and magics.”

“You will use the ways of the Old Religion to learn magics and go undercover. As demigods, you already have magical cores. They just need to be trained; refined.”

Percy scowled.

“And will the oh-so-gracious Triple Goddess be visiting us herself?”

Annabeth shot him a scathing look.

“Percy!” She hissed.

Hecate eyed Percy again, as if reappraising him. “No,” she said, after a tense silence. “You will be sent to get your wands from one who still practices the Old Religion and can pair you with an appropriate wand. Your cover stories are fabricated and with the wandmaker. The Triple Goddess does not appear without dire need.”

“Her entire world being in trouble seems pretty dire to me,” Percy muttered under his breath.

Annabeth elbowed him harshly.

Hecate narrowed her eyes.

“This,” she said, pulling a laminated piece of paper out of thin air, “is called a portkey. It is an enchanted item; when touched by the intended people, or random persons, it can magically teleport you to a predetermined location.”

She held it out to demigods.

On it, in fancy letters, it read: Littletree Farms, Dorchester, Boston, Massachusetts.

“Touch this, all at once, and you will have accepted the quest.”

Chiron gave them an encouraging nod. The demigods all shared exchanged looks.

“Our responsibilities …” Thalia started, subconsciously reaching up to grab at her lieutenant circlet, from the Hunters of Artemis.

“Will be forgiven for the time while on quest,” Hecate assured. “The Triple Goddess does not ask favours lightly. This has the potential to spill into the real world; to affect our pantheon. The Old Religion is younger than the Greek pantheon, but its reach goes far and wide. The Triple Goddess is powerful; no harm will befall your precious little Camp while you are away.”

Nico hesitated, but was the first to reach for the paper. “If this is really that important … why ask for us specifically? A larger group, organized and planned, could do better.”

“The Triple Goddess has observed you, and believes you are the right heroes to help save magic.”

“But right now? This instant? Can’t we have time?”

“You will come back to your little Camp before you leave for Europe.”

Annabeth pursed her lips, then also reached for it. “Okay.”

Percy looked at her, askance. “Okay? Just like that?”

Annabeth shrugged. “A quest is a quest, and someone needs help. We are in peace right now and have no threats. I don’t see why not.”

“Fine,” Percy said, tone short. He looked over at the laminated paper. “So, this will take us where? What’s in Boston that could be so magical?”

“A wand wood farm,” Hecate said, smiling thinly. “And your quest starts now.”

Percy’s eyes snapped to the paper, where Hecate had pushed it into their collective hands unwillingly. Then the world began to spin, and there was a sharp tug in his gut, yanking him out of time and space.

#pjo #hp #percy jackson #harry potter #pjo x hp #crossover #percy #annabeth #nico #thalia #part 1 #magic percy

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things-with-teeth · 5 years

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I was thinking the other night about how one of the great things about this podcast is how unreliable literally everyone is as a source of information, not just for the characters but for the audience. Annabelle is a prime example – although she, at least, is decent enough to underline every statement with OF COURSE I MIGHT BE FIBBING, NERD when writing to Jon – but it’s there throughout. Elias spends the better part of a season pretending to know what was up with Gertrude. He doesn’t, and there is no grand plan. None of the people serving the Entities have any damn idea what they’re doing, but good luck figuring that out if you’re listening to season one or two. Even our protagonists have a fair amount that they don’t reveal until late in the game; Martin’s backstory comes out pretty timely and the pacing of the reveal that Gertrude is less absent-minded librarian and more international woman of (murder) mystery is a thing of beauty, but it’s not until season three that we find out about Jon’s early exposure to the Web or Tim’s reasons for being at the Institute, and both have a major impact on who the character is and/or the plot. This season in particular, it’s been driven home that a lot of things happen that never get committed to tape.

This is all just a too-long way of saying “the Magnus Archives has taught me not to trust what any character says, ever, even when it seems straightforward,” which brings me to Elias’ murder confession. Like, dude is clearly lying about something there, right? As with Annabelle, he makes sure to confess when there’s no risk of him being compelled by Jon, taking the time to shake off the tingles before he tells all.

And god do I want to know why? Right now, my thoughts are running to a couple possibilities:

1. Someone else killed Gertrude.

I honestly don’t think this is very likely, but it was the first thing that popped into my head, and there are enough inconsistencies in the narrative that I can’t dismiss it entirely. For instance:

Leitner: How did you know I was here?

Elias: I didn’t. You’re very well hidden. But Jon is not, and he failed to take the same precautions I’m sure you took for granted with Gertrude. (MAG 80)

Gertrude successfully manages to conceal a lot from Elias, including her movements, so it does raise some questions for me that he was apparently able to track her through the tunnels and shoot her. We know that the murder comes hard on the heels of her stopping the Dark’s ritual, and that she’s injured in the process, so maybe she just got sloppy, but I can’t entirely rule out that Elias wasn’t the one to kill her. As for who else might have done it—like, I got nothin’, but I wanted to acknowledge the possibility.

2. He’s lying about his motives.

I think there’s a better chance that Elias needed to make sure that he could lie to Jon et al about why he murdered Gertrude if asked. Like, sure, I’ll buy that she was intending to blow up the Archives, she liked blowing things up, but I can think of a couple of other things he might’ve needed to lie about, probably because he wouldn’t want Jon to know so early in the game.

The first is that Gertrude is ill-suited in some way to perform the Watcher’s Crown. This seems—really likely, even if it wasn’t why Elias killed her. When talking to @wildehacked today, I said something along the lines of “Gertrude would make a terrifying god and a terrible tool.” Whether you think that Elias means to wear the Crown himself, with an Archivist’s involvement as a necessary component, or put it on Jon’s head, I can’t think of a single worse person for him to make the attempt with than Gertrude. A few characters have also remarked on Jon being the better Archivist (not more effective, but better at being the Archivist, specifically); Elias says that not even Gertrude could compel him the way Jon does, and the head librarian at the Pu Songling Research Center, who clearly knows what’s up, compliments Elias on his choice of Archivist after meeting Jon and having met Gertrude. In addition, we know from Arthur Nolan that Gertrude was singularly incurious about what makes the Entities tick, more focused on the practicalities of stopping them, and that’s cool but it also seems very un-Beholding, for lack of a better word, that she didn’t feel that drive to know more. It may be that Elias realized very late in the game that Gertrude wasn’t the right choice for the task he had in mind for her, and killed her to clear the way for someone new.

Honestly, I suspect that when Gertrude mentioned that she knew how to stop the Beholding’s ritual, this is what she had in mind, she just intended to wait until it was too late for Elias to find and prepare a replacement for her. Heck, if her death had fallen after she had stopped the Unknowing, I might have just circled back to my first theory on why Elias is a lying liar, on the assumption that Gertrude just jumped the, uh, gun.

The second possibility is that Elias was the one to jump the (stop me, please) gun. All of the confirmed/very probable Avatars we meet have died in the process of becoming (as @pactmagic reminded me tonight, as well as providing almost all of the following list, because credit where credit is due I somehow did not make this connection). Oliver Banks is an obvious one, as is Maxwell Reyner, who drowns in the Darkness pool. The head injury Annabelle receives makes it seem likely in her case, and Trevor dying of lung cancer would both explain why he doesn’t suffer from it now and how someone at the Institute was so convinced that he had died while giving his statement that they passed that information along to Martin. Jude Perry sets herself on fire, Jon dies during the Unknowing, Hezekiah Wakely “dreams” of being buried alive before awakening above ground (similar setup to Karolina Górka and her dirt nap, which is nifty), Agnes is born under circumstances that no newborn would survive, and I’m going to stop before this starts to sound even more like the Ghastlycrumb Tinies.

(Hey, it even almost scans! H is for Hezekiah, who loved being buried alive / A is for Agnes, born in a fire she couldn’t survive. Okay, I’ll stop.)

So maybe Elias—uh, maybe he fucked it up. Maybe he fucked it up real bad, trying to move the process of becoming along only to look upon a very-actually-dead Gertrude Robinson and think oh no for one long, resounding moment before moving on to his backup plan and proceeding to be much more careful with allowing Jon’s development as Avatar to get along naturally, which... I’m going to file this one under, “not very likely, does make me laugh.”

Thank you for joining me once again for the Wild Speculation Hour, I’ll show myself out.

#the magnus archives #elias bouchard #gertrude robinson #meta #tma spoilers #cw: suicide mention #probably being overly cautious with that one #but i'm not trying to ruin anyone's night #will i ever be done writing about gertrude robinson?#such a bad role model #such a good character

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 50

If quarantine was a book, I guess Day 50 would be an appropriate time for a world-shaking plot twist, but in my real life I was expecting more mundanity. Our plan has been that my husband would go to North Carolina on Saturday to spend a couple weeks taking care of his folks, who have been having a tough time. The kiddo and I would stay here, for quarantine safety reasons, but also because he's got school and I've got three week old kittens and a brand new balcony garden that cannot be taken or left behind. I got him a rental car so he didn't have to take his old truck, he's been packing stuff to take with, I've been planning strategies to make quarantine with just me and the kiddo run more smoothly. It was a solid plan.

Tonight while we were cooking dinner, my husband got the call that his dad is in the hospital. It does not look great. It looks like hospice is going to be a thing very soon. When you get a call like that, it doesn't really matter what the plan was before, because now everything is different. Tomorrow morning we are packing the van, dropping the kittens with another foster, and hitting the road for an unknowable period of time, however long we are needed. I mean for god's sake, they're not even letting my mother in law be in the hospital room with him! Part of me wanted us to drop everything and go tonight, but it was just completely infeasible. There is too much to do.

Basically the plan now is to get all complicating factors squared away as much as possible. Those are, in no particular order, two foster kittens who still need bottlefeeding, a brand new garden that needs water, a house that is in no way ready to be left for a couple of weeks, and the many, many perishable groceries I bought yesterday. Packing our suitcases doesn't take long and a minivan is easy to load with all kinds of stuff, so at least that part is easy.

I feel super, super bad about passing the kittens along. We just got them healthy, and the kiddo is in love with them, and I want to keep taking care of them to make sure they keep growing and getting better! But taking them to another state with us would mean taking them away from all the veterinary care available here, and also adding a big time commitment when I have a feeling I will be super busy anyway. My rescue coordinator was able to find another foster to take them for a few days, at least, but they may eventually end up at her house until I get back. It's a good thing they are a lot less work than they were a week ago, cause she's already got kittens a-plenty! I made up a little sheet with their information and health history, and I'm packing them a sleepaway bag with food and litter and toys and heating pads, just to make sure that wherever they end up, they will have everything they need. It will be okay.

The garden is going to have to fend for itself for the most part, unfortunately. I'm hoping for rain and mild weather, and have pushed everything close to the balcony rail. For the biggest plants, I have deployed my slow-feeders too, ceramic spikes that get buried in the dirt and then have a wine bottle placed inside, upside down. The idea is that the water from the bottle flows slowly into the spike and is leached into the soil through the ceramic. It has worked before, so here's hoping. I would be bummed to have to replant my garden, but it's not the end of the world.

The house is a problem because it is even more of a disaster than usual since the only time that is real right now is Kitten Time. During Kitten Time, I usually let the housework mostly go to hell, promising myself that I will catch up as soon as I can sleep four hours at a time again. It usually does happen, but we are in full disaster mode right now. Luckily, the one really good thing my ADHD brain does for me is floods my system with hyperfocusing adrenaline when I am faced with a hard deadline coming up impossibly fast. I have already gotten the kitchen almost clean and the kitten room arranged and my suitcase packed and the kitten list written. I will suffer for it tomorrow, but that's okay because my husband will be driving and I can sleep in the car to the dulcet drone of his history podcasts.

The groceries... well, they're coming with us, I guess. We have a cooler, two coolers if we really need, and it's not like any of us are going to want to go shopping when we get there anyway. Taking a bunch of our groceries with us means we don't need to do any shopping for a few days, so that's time we have for concentrating on other stuff. That's a good thing, really. It's just a little inconvenient to pack, is all.

I was going to write a lot of stuff today, but I have so much to do. One super important, super good thing that did happen today: my Breeder's Edge formula finally arrived in the mail, just in time! It was like Christmas, opening all those packages and getting five full cans of formula. I was so happy! The only problem was, the way Amazon works through third party shippers, any information about the giver did not make it to me. If you sent me a can of formula, please let me know, because I would love to thank you very sincerely for putting the light in this day.

#quarantine #tw critical illness #tw hospice #foster kittens

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bittersculs-blog · 5 years

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𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓅𝓅 ( stella maeve. cisfemale, she/her, devil like me + rainbow kitten surprise. ) i heard CAITLIN GODFREY singing the other night, though it didn’t sound like english… it’s so admirable that someone who’s only TWENTY-NINE can sing latin so fluently! heard they hang out with those LUX CIRCLE, that must be because they’re a PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR at SELF-EMPLOYED. i always see them going home to BROOKLYN by MOTORCYCLE under the moonlit night.

Like this and I’ll slip into your DMs to plot! Or add me on discord at the_revati#8487

BACKGROUND

[tw: child death, death, dark magic in general]

“Put your faith in science, anything else will only lead you astray.” This is not the first thing Caitlin hears her father say to her but it is certainly the first thing she attributes to him. Caitlin Godfrey-Hawthorne was born in the midnight hour in Piedmont, California one late October. She was a curious minded child and at a young age she found a passion for science. Though Cassandra was the sole child of the Godfrey-Hawthorne household, she knew little about her parents. There seemed to be a certain kind of distance between them. There was her father, stern and scientific. He was a forensic scientist who was overworked and underpaid. And then there was her mother, kind and esoteric, whom Caitlin only knew from the side of a bed. Cassandra passed away when Caitlin was 10, leaving the majority of her life a secret. This included her status as a witch.

Caitlin’s magic started showing itself soon after her mother’s death. The sadness she felt manifested itself through her powers and Caitlin, completely unknowing of just what she was, was terrified. She kept her magic to herself, convinced she was going crazy.

It was chance that about a year or so after her stumbling onto her magic, the Lux Coven, especially the Godfrey family, came knocking. Brennan Godfrey, Cassandra’s brother, showed up on the Godfrey-Hawthorne doorstep in Piedmont, California. Brennan had his sister’s kindness but he and Cassandra differed in that he did not share her distaste for light magic; the very distaste that had led her to dissociate from the coven years ago. Brennan wanted to teach Caitlin about their family’s legacy, to show her what she was capable of - show her that she was capable of great good. In Brennan, Caitlin finally saw an opportunity to gain some answers about her mother and herself. Intent to keep family close, Brennan offered Caitlin the option to come spend every school with the coven.

That’s exactly what happened. Every year till she was 21, Caitlin stayed with the Godfrey side of the family. Every year she fell more in love with magic and less in love with science. It didn’t matter if it was light magic, Caitlin felt a sense of community with the Godfrey’s, something that was a first time for the only child. When she finally graduated with an undergraduate degree in biochemistry like her father, she had no intention of actually using the degree. Caitlin bid her father farewell and moved to New York to become a part of the Godfrey coven.

Caitlin grew close to the Leroy family during this time. She dated the oldest, Jameson, through high school.

When Jameson left for Oregon at 18, Cait stayed in New York to go to Cornell for college. She double majored in Biochem and criminology.

It was at some point, during her undergraduate studies that she found herself dating Jameson’s younger brother, Atlas. The two fell in love and soon got married. He was dedicated to the Church. She found a way to live with that.

Tragedy struck when their first set of twins was still born. A wedge formed between the two.

The Godfrey coven was naturally attuned to light, but New York has its dark corners. Caitlin took up magic with her childhood Jameson that was looking for an apprentice. The young witch took up an apprenticeship without telling any of her family or coven.

Caitlin’s hopes and dreams blinded her to the reality of the situation. She hoped to be a strong witch, one that could catch up to the rest of the coven. She felt behind, having grown up California - away from all this. She dreamed of Jameson and saw the two of them building something new and stronger together. For a few glorious years, Caitlin felt seen.

It was only her hopes and dreams. Jameson had something darker planned.

Jameson needed Caitlin’s bones, see? All 206 of them for this little spell he wanted to try. A thing he’d finally been sitting on and developing for years. When he told her about this spell, he failed to mention how she’d be part of it. It was probably her survival instinct that saved her by the skin of her teeth in the end. They gathered the ingredients and began the steps. Caitlin’s felt the dark magic sweep through her, rattle her bones, maybe even realign a few, and somehow she knew that danger was heading towards her like a freight train.

She escaped, after a fight of course. She managed to get away with her life, a wounded heart, a cursed body and… Jameson’s grimoire.

The young witch ran. Home was her first inclination. But when she arrived, she found she didn’t have it in herself to tell her uncle or her Coven about her own stupidity. She deserved what had happened to her. This was obviously the price of something else replacing her Coven in her mind’s eye. It was betrayal, wasn’t it? It weighed down on her like a great shame. Caitlin felt so stupid for trusting, for loving. She slunk back to her coven tail between her legs.

But something felt wrong. While Caitlin and Jameson hadn’t completed the spell (whatever it was supposed to do), something had nestled within her nonetheless. She flipped through the stolen grimoire searching for answers and found none.

Caitlin has been in New York for a while now. Sure she’s a witch, but that’s not exactly a full time occupation that puts money on the table is it? So in between Caitlin trying to figure out exactly what is wrong with herself - if anything - and mending a failing relationship with her coven, she has taken up a job as a private investigator. It’s an occupation her father would have been proud of.

ABOUT (TL;DR)

Her mother was part of the founding Coven, but she grew up in California away from it

When her mother passed away, she was whisked away to New York to join her mother’s coven - the Lux coven with the Godfrey’s

Caitlin felt out of place in the new state, but felt at home with the Leroys. Dated Jameson through high school. Broke up when he moved to Oregon.

Went to Cornell for undergraduate studies. Met Jameson’s younger brother, Atlas there. They dated. They got married.

Their first set of twins was still born. Cait and Atlas grew apart.

Cait turned more towards dark magic.

Jameson, now back in two, took Cait under his wing as his apprentice.

Jameson had sinister plans. The witch wanted to use her for dark magic, Caitlin barely escaped - and something most definitely went wrong. She’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with her. All she has is the grimoire of the dark witch she escaped from

She’s trying to create a name for herself, away from the Godfrey’s, and has started up a private investigation business. It’s her whole life.

She avoids talking about her stray from the light at all costs

PERSONALITY / OTHER

Hawthorne Investigations is based out of Brooklyn and Caitlin is the sole employee. She, quite literally, lives at work. She’s converted the living area of her one bedroom, one bathroom apartment into an office space. Caitlin, determined to make a new name for herself, away from the Godfrey name, is constantly buried in work. The juxtaposition of her office space and her bedroom space is a perfect representation of the contrast between her professional and social life. Caitlin’s office space is pristine. Her bedroom? A mess.

Caitlin loves to read. While she has a strong taste for the classics, her heart still beats for all things scientific and analytical. Her degree was in biochemistry and a copy of the Scientific American can stop in her tracks.

Caitlin hates New York. She grew up in Piedmont; she has an undeniable passion for the outdoors with little tolerance for an urban sprawl. Caitlin makes an effort to go camping at least once a month. When not dressed for work (where she likes to make it appear that she has at least some semblance of control) she is wearing boots and flannel.

Caitlin is not a heavy drinker because she hates purposefully making her body feel out of her own control. Although, she is a heavy smoker; a bad habit she picked up since moving to New York. Caitlin rolls her own cigarettes. She enjoys the method associated with the gesture and it allows her to be picky with the tobacco she uses. It’s calming and she appreciates the deep irony of assembling something that is slowly killing her.

Caitlin has taken on a lone-wolf personality. She has few friends if any, and so most of her time is spent investing in the relationships she has with her clients. Even though she wants community more than anything, Caitlin is purposely keeping herself at a distance from other people. If there was one phrase guiding her life at the moment it would be: “Trust no one” - for sake of her safety and theirs.

She is an inventor at heart, always trying a new potion or inventing a new spell.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Exes

Clients

Friends That Make Sure She’s Still Alive

Witch friends

Enemies

Anything in between - give this a like, and we can figure something out!

#nightsbound:intro #( -- caitlin godfrey ; devil like me )

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cptnsantiago · 5 years

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stars (they make me wonder where you are)

summary: Rosa doesn’t remember much - meetings with lawyers, Jake being buried next to Amy, Charles screaming in grief, Holt sobbing whilst holding Kevin. Rosa does remember moving into her two best friends apartment when she is appointed the guardian to their child.

read on ao3 / major character death

“Hey it’s me! Your daddy-o!” Jake’s hold on his phone is shaky, but his happiness evident. “So it’s November 23rd, 4:38 in the morning and your mom has been experiencing contractions for about 3 hours!”

Jake turns his phone slightly to include Amy in the frame, who looks uncomfortable but happy sitting up in their bed. “How are you feeling Ames!?”

“Well she’s definitely on her way.” Amy’s hands are resting low on her stomach, and she cringes with a smile as another contraction begins. “It’s really not that bad, you know since I can- ah!”

Amy breathes deeply for another 15 seconds before she relaxes. “You know because I can still talk during them.”

“Okay babe, whatever you say.”

CUT

“It’s your dad again with birth update!” Jake sighs happily, “It is 0700 and contractions are about 12 minutes apart so still too early to go to the hospital but we’re walking around the apartment trying to move it along.”

“Jake do you really need to this?” Amy whines, “We’ve had no sleep and I’m uncomfortable and in pain.”

The camera quickly faces the floor but doesn’t stop recording, “I thought it might be fun to look back one day, but I can stop if you want me to.”

There’s silence for a moment before Amy agrees to let him do it. “So how are you feeling Ames?”

“I feel like I need you to come out of me much quicker please.” Amy says directly into the camera, as if talking to her daughter.

CUT

Luna Santiago-Peralta is put in the care of Rosa Diaz when she is only 5 weeks old.

It was written in their will. If anything were to happen to them, the care of their daughter would be passed to her godmother.

Karen found her son peacefully asleep with Luna screaming in his arms, but he doesn’t respond. Jake is a heavy sleeper, but with the baby right in his arms he should at least stir. Karen then notices how pale and unmoving her son is.

She rushes to his side, take his cold wrist and checking for any sign for a pulse. Any sign of life. Her arms rush to grab her granddaughter as her chest constricts and her spare hand shakes as she goes to call someone - anyone .

It’s a blur of tears from there and she’s trying to calm down Luna but she is screaming like she’s never heard a baby scream before. It’s not long before Captain Holt appears with Rosa who both falter at the sight of Jake and Karen sobbing holding a screaming baby.

Rosa doesn’t remember much - meetings with lawyers, Jake being buried next to Amy, Charles screaming in grief, Holt sobbing whilst holding Kevin. Rosa does remember moving into her two best friends apartment when she is appointed the guardian to their child.

She feels her chest tighten at the sight of the photos of Jake and Amy scattered around the apartment, the die hard posters and knitted quilts made by Amy. “I don’t know how to do this, Luna. But I will do my best to make sure you know how much they love you.”

She remembers when she gets the call from Karen, telling her the autopsy revealed that Jake had died of broken heart syndrome. A real thing. Rosa had heard of it before - the stress of grief so bad for some that it affects the heart. In short, his death had been preventable, but no one could get Jake to talk to them.

The first time she ventures into Jake and Amy’s room, Luna is almost 3 months old. Rosa had taken to sleeping on the couch, too afraid to change anything about the apartment. Every single person that visits understands.

It’s when Gina suggests they finally move in together when she finally goes inside. “I want her to grow up here, like they intended.”

“I know.” Gina takes her hand, squeezing lightly. “There’s a spare room, so Iggy can have her own room. I know it’s going to be hard… But we can’t keep it all the same. They can’t expect that.”

“They would want us to make it our own.”

Gina has Iggy and Luna out for a walk, and so Rosa spends her time alone to empty out some of Jake and Amy’s things out of her (their) room. She is controlling her emotions better as of late, so clearing out Amy’s clothes and putting them away to be donated doesn’t make her cry.

Halfway through Jake’s clothing, she notices an envelope fall out. His messy handwriting looks shakier than she remembers, and it has two words. For Luna . Rosa’s hands begin shaking as she carefully rips the letter open.

Dear Luna,

I hope no one has to give you this letter. But as you know, your mom died shortly after you were born but she bled out too quickly during surgery and passed away.

Your birthday is simultaneously one of the brightest and darkest days I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been separated from your mom before. Undercover mission, Florida, prison. I hope I can make these stories lighthearted for you one day. Right now, I can’t see anything but darkness.

I don’t sleep, I can’t eat and I can’t even bring myself to talk. And I usually talk a lot. The only thing I can do is keep you alive. You are the only thing keeping my heart beating. I can feel my body giving out. I have heart palpitations and pains every day. I want to stay alive for you I do, my baby, but I don’t know how to survive without my Amy. She was everything to me, such a badass and so loving.

I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world as well as your mom. If you are reading this and it means I’ve died - don’t think this means I love you any less. I love you so fucking much.

I’m sorry. I am really trying to keep myself moving, living. I don’t want you to grow up without your parents. You’ve already lost your mom and you don’t deserve to lose the both of us. I’m trying so hard and I love you so much. I’m so sorry if you can’t understand my pain and I’m sorry for bringing you this pain. I just need you to understand that we love you to the ends of this earth.

Forever your dad,

Jake.

Rosa is furious. Jake knew he was dying. He told no one. The tears are hot on her cheeks and she hears the front door open, the sound of Iggy telling a story to Luna echoing through the apartment.

Gina notices her girlfriend crying, and sends her daughter off to go play before joining Rosa in their bedroom. “Rosa, what’s wrong?” Gina’s wiping the tears off her cheeks, desperately searching her eyes.

“Jake fucking knew he was dying.” Rosa’s voice is strained, and Gina sees her knuckles go white as she grips the letter in her hand.

It doesn’t take Gina long to read the letter, and Rosa’s heart breaks all over again as she reads it and tears roll down her face. “He abandoned her, Gina, the last thing he ever wanted to do. That’s exactly what he did.” Rosa growls stomping to the other side of the room.

“No!” Gina scoffs, “There’s no way he really knew he was dying.”

“ I’m having heart palpitations and pains everyday ! He fucking knew and he told no one!” Rosa wants to scream, the grief and disbelief too overwhelming.

“Try to think how he was feeling! There was no way it was easy to lose his fucking wife right after they had a baby!”

“It’s not fair to Luna! His duty was to be there for his daughter, not to join his wife in the ground!” Rosa is breathing heavily, and she doesn’t think her heart could break any further.

“How would you feel if I died, Rosa?” Gina holds both of her arms still and their eyes connect, “I know I would feel like the world is ending. I would feel like I’m dying! I don’t think he genuinely thought he was about to die. I think he was just trying to get his feelings into words since he felt like he could talk to no one!”

“Luna can never find this.” Rosa shakes her head, wiping the remaining tears off her face.

“It’s for her. She has the right to read it when she’s old enough.”

This time it’s Amy holding the phone. “Hola mi amor, it’s your mama. It’s 9:15 and your dad has fallen asleep on me.” Amy quickly shows Jake snoring on her shoulder on the couch, “He thought we could pass time by rewatching Die Hard for the 1001st time and he passed out.”

Amy yawns, “I can’t really sleep when the contractions are just over 10 minutes apart but I try to close my eyes. I’m glad he can get some sleep since he’ll be driving.”

Jake’s eyes flutter open, and slowly he registers that she’s filming. “Oh update time! What time is it?”

“9:17 now.” Amy tells him, “I’ve already done the basic update.”

“Sorry that I fell asleep.” Jake yawns, stretching.

“I can forgive you but I’m not sure Bruce Willis will…”

“AMY HOW DARE YOU-”

CUT

They only have family over for Luna’s first birthday. Family being her grandparents and their squad. No one really knows how to go about the day. There’s a cake for Luna, and a framed photo of Jake and Amy at their wedding displayed next to it.

Luna is dressed in a dark blue dress with black tights and there’s a dark bow in her unruly curly hair. Rosa had tried to tame it for photos but the whole day was stressing her out so much that she has to stop in order to catch her breath.

Her smile is so bright and unknowing of the events that happened a year earlier. She waddles around the apartment and giggles when Victor makes silly noises.

Rosa has to wipe her eyes of the tears that escape when Luna waddles over yelling, “Mamamamamaa!”

She spots everyone at different points of the day crying. It’s all so fresh but their life has to move on so they can give Luna the best chance she can get. They take photos and sing happy birthday. Luna smashes into the cake and squeals as she throws it everywhere and puts very little into her mouth.

After giving her a bath and having her fall asleep in Gina’s arms, she’s finally in her cot. The adults all give toasts to Jake and Amy, and reminisce on their favourite memories. Gina holds her hand through it all, just as she had been all year.

From the moment Rosa had custody over Luna, she made sure every night she told a story about her parents. Whether it was about their relationship, or a individual story or a whole group story. Sometimes when she had to work late, Gina would take over but her stories always involved herself.

“Roro, can you tell me the dress story again?” Luna asks, crawling into her bed.

“Sure can,” Rosa turns on the bedside nightlight and sits on her bed. “Your mom just became a sergeant and she didn’t want to be judged for looking for a wedding dress, but I caught on, so I forced her to take a break to try on dresses.”

At 5 years old, she has told this story so many times already - it’s her favourite and still Luna takes her bunny and holds it close to her chest as she devotes all her attention to Rosa. “But then when she was wearing the dress, a bad guy was running from the law so your mom leaps over the couch and chases the bad guy down and leaps over all these obstacles - then finally, she tackles him down and takes the sash she’s wearing and restrains him.”

“And then you catch up with her and you’re like ‘damn sarge!’” Luna giggles, her eyes crinkling just like her mothers.

“What is the very important lesson from this?” Rosa asks.

“The lesson is that I should never care what other might think of me, and that women can do everything!” Luna repeats this confidently every time, yawning.

“You are so smart, I love you.” Rosa smooths the curly hair down as she kisses her forehead, “and so does Sergeant Bunny.”

“I love you mommy Roro.”

At 6 years old, Charles introduces Luna to her favourite movie - Zootopia. She has Sergeant Bunny near her at all times, as it was something her parents bought her when they found out about her. The few times they almost lost it are the few times Luna had real meltdowns.

Charles always makes sure that he babysits every few weeks so that Rosa and Gina can have a break. This particular night, Iggy is sleeping over at her friends so it’s just Charles and Luna. After they’ve eaten dinner and Luna is in her pyjamas, Charles puts on the movie. Anything to do with cops, she always pays intense attention to. She dances, her curls bounce and her smile is as wide as Jake’s and her eyes bright like Amy.

His heart physically hurts every time he thinks how much like Luna is like her parents. Her personality and looks. She takes games very seriously, when she’s interested in something her focus becomes so serious her eyebrow crinkle the same way Amy’s did.

“I want to be a police woman like mommy and you and grandpa Holt!” Her goofy smile fades slightly, “And like mama and daddy!”

“Yeah? Why do you want to be a police woman?” Charles asks, trying to keep his emotions intact.

“I wanna save the world and catch the bad guys!” Her smile returns quickly, “Mom says mama and daddy were real good superheros!”

“They were. Have you been told the story of the bet where their love story began?” Charles heart clenches again at how her eyes sparkle.

“YES! They bet who could arrest more baddies and daddy won so he took her on the worst date ever but it was really a good date!” Luna knows just about every story possible about her parents. She sits back down and continues to pay attention to the movie.

Once it’s finished, Charles notices that Luna has gone quiet which is very uncharacteristic of her (just like Jake). “Are you tired, Luna?”

“No.” Luna mumbles, “I wish I could meet my mama and daddy. My friends at school know their moms and dads.”

“Not everyone knows their mommies and daddies.” Charles assures her.

“There are others like me?” Luna’s eyes are desperate to know more.

“Niko doesn’t know his birth mommy. I raised him with Aunt Genny.”

“Really?” Her chin wobbles, “Does it ever make him sad?”

“Sometimes, but when that happens we just remind him how loved he is and that we’re here for him. The same goes for you Lulu.” Charles pulls her in for a hug, “Your mama and daddy loved you so much and are always in your heart.”

“Were they with me when I stole a cookie from the jar when I wasn’t supposed to?” A guilty grin forms on her face.

“Yes and they love you unconditionally. Your mama would tell you not to do it again, but then your daddy would sneak you another cookie.” Charles laughs softly, “For every moment you need them, they will be with you.”

“It is 10:49 and we are officially going to the hospital!” Jake jumps, giddy, “Care to tell us why?”

“Contractions are 7 minutes apart, much stronger and my water broke about 10 minutes ago.” Amy is panting as she walks up behind him, “I can’t wait to walk a few feet without being out of breath.”

“I never thought I would be more fit than Amy freakin’ Santiago!”

“I have a human baby in me I think that makes me more fit in every way possible.” Jake cracks up at this and Amy is poking her tongue out at him and he kisses her nose in response.

“You are completely right. I love you.”

CUT

Luna is 8 and a half when her moms finally get married. Rosa had proposed years earlier, but kept putting it off. She always said she wanted to focus on raising Luna well but always promised Gina that it would happen. They don’t begin planning until she asks them why they aren’t married like all the other parents of her friends.

“It’s complicated…” Rosa begins.

“Is it?” Gina rolls her eyes, “Let’s just do it. Nothing flashy.”

“But it’s your wedding it has to be flashy!” Rosa argues with a pout.

“You guys are all I need to have the perfect wedding.” Gina says with a soft smile, her eyes drifting to one of the pictures of Jake and Amy on their wedding day.

Rosa finally agrees to a simple wedding, and it’s only a month later and she’s braiding Luna’s hair getting her ready to be the flower girl. “Do you have a cool line to say mommy?” She asks as she hops off the stool.

“I don’t know if I can beat ‘your butt is da bomb’, but I can definitely try. I’m not as big of a dork as your parents were!” Rosa giggles, smoothing her own curls as she checks herself in the mirror.

“So not true! I hear you saying cute things to mom all the time!!” She squeals, “You are my everything Gina! What would I do without you my love!”

“You are a little rascal!” Rosa is smiling so wide she might entirely fall apart.

“I learn from the master, GINA LINETTI!” Luna puffs her chest and juts her chin up, pulling off a perfect Amy Santiago power pose.

“Can’t argue with that.”

In the end, Rosa can’t think of anything genius and hilarious to say to express how much she loves Gina. But she is able to show a whole different soft side that her family hasn’t seen before, and she believes that softness was brought out by none other than Luna.

“I can’t wait to spend every day for the rest of my life loving you. Loving you, Iggy and Luna.”

“Why haven’t we ever done a Halloween heist?” Luna asks, dropping her school bag on the floor as she enters their apartment.

“Hey Luna, my day was good. How are you?” Rosa raises her eyebrows at her, amused with the lack of greeting.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good now please answer my question.” She sits next to her mom at the table, determined to get the answer out of her.

“Um, well, it never felt right, without Jake and Amy.” Rosa looks down at her hands, “I had you to focus on, we all had families at this point and it hurt thinking of competing without them bickering.”

“I think we should start them again!” Luna tells her, bouncing in her seat. “I know everything about the past Halloween heists and I can fight to defend mama and dad’s titles! Everyone says I’m just like them so I think we can make it work!!”

“I don’t know, it’s a bit different for all of us.” Rosa tells her sternly, her tone warning her to drop it.

“They wouldn’t want you to stop enjoying that part of your life! It was tradition for 8 years! I think it’s a good way to honour their memory-”

“Drop it Luna!” She rarely raises her voice with Luna, only in moments like this where she is so like her parents and the stubbornness is overwhelming.

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO DROP IT!” Luna screams, her frown so deep and it looks like she’s about to have a meltdown.

“What is going on?” Gina rushes into the room, eyes concerned as she looks at her wife and Luna.

“I want to do a Halloween heist to defend my parents title!” Luna stands up and moves closer to Gina, “I think it’s a great idea to honour them but Rosa keeps saying no!”

“Excuse me?” Rosa falters at hearing her name.

“YOU AREN’T MY MOM! GINA ISN’T MY MOM!” Luna wipes the hot tears falling on her face, “I don’t know my mom and dad. I just want to know them but I can’t so I want to do this heist!”

Both Rosa and Gina are crying at this point, speechless at their daughters pain. No one speaks for what feels like hours, but Luna wipes her cheeks again. “Can I go see grandpa Holt?” She asks, her arms folding her and building up her walls. “I’ve got some hard math homework.”

“Baby, you can’t run away from your feelings.” Gina walks closer but Luna steps back, her arms tightening around herself.

“Please do I have permission to run away to grandpa Holt for a night?” Luna hiccups, avoiding all eye contact. Rosa makes the call and it’s not long before Holt is there, taking her bag with pyjamas and change of clothes for school the next day.

“I will make sure she goes to bed at the appropriate time and is at school on time.” Holt tells them with a nod of understanding.

“I love you Rosa and Gina.” Luna mumbles with a wave.

Luna remains silent whilst she completes her homework with Holt’s help, and throughout dinner where she barely eats her plain rice. They are watching Zootopia on the couch when Holt asks, “May I ask why you and Rosa fought?”

“No.” Luna’s eyebrows knit together, trying to focus on the movie in front of them.

“Talking about it tends to help you sort out your emotions.”

“Tell that to Rosa.” Luna still keeps her eyes on the television for a few moments. “I want to do a Halloween heist.”

“Oh…” Holt can feel her tense as his tone. “It’s been a long time.”

“I get that it makes everyone sad to do it without my mom and dad but… I don’t know them and I want to feel like I do. I know they loved me, I know they are with me always - it’s been drilled into me for forever but I still have no way of connecting to them. It’s not fair that you have so much with them and I get nothing!” Luna lets the tears fall freely again, her breath shaking as she speaks.

“It is completely unfair.” Holt agrees, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, “And I believe it would be a brilliant to begin the heists again.”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkle as she turns to him, “I was trying to tell mom that it would be a good way to honour them. And so that I can defend their titles!”

“It’s wonderful, and it will be hard for us but I think I can convince them as the only two time winner.”

“My dad is the only two time winner! Bill had the real belt at midnight so it means he won the heist! And also because that’s when he asked mama to marry him!!” Luna defends fiercely.

“I guess I can concede defeat after 12 years…” Holt chuckles, “You will do well at defending their title.”

Luna gives him a tight hug, “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Come Halloween, Luna is dressed as a mummy and is in the centre of the bullpen holding the statue at midnight. “I WIN! THE SANTIAGO-PERALTA LEGACY LIVES ON! SUCK IT!” She squeals, jumping on the spot.

The entire squad surrounds her and repeats, very happily, “Luna Santiago-Peralta is an amazing human slash genius!”

At that, Luna runs up to Rosa and wraps her in a tight hug. “I love you mom.”

“11:26 and we are settled in our room!” Jake voice is loud and unexpected since they are in a hospital. “Contractions are getting closer and more painful for your mom but she’s still on the no medication headset.”

In the background you can hear Amy groan and the camera suddenly faces up to the ceiling, but you can hear Jake coaching Amy through the contraction, telling her how amazing she’s doing and there’s still a short time until Jake picks up his phone again and begins talking again. “Luna, I’m going to take this moment to tell you how badass your mom is.

This wonderful woman here has just spent the past 9 or so months growing you - sacrificing her body and her sleep so that you can be as strong as you can be. I can’t express how much I admire her! She is the strongest woman I know and if you grow up to be like her I will be the proudest man on earth. Except love ninja turtles and Die Hard like me - then you can be the ultimate human slash genius- OH AMES, I can’t wait to introduce her to Halloween heists. This year we teamed up and your mom pretended to be in labour so we could steal the championship wand - Aunt Rosa ended up kicking our ass though. That’s a story for another time. Anything you want to add Amy?”

“Please don’t let her be obsessed with Die Hard, I will be outnumbered in movie nights!” Amy pouts, “I love you Luna, but please, I’ve heard enough about it to last me a lifetime.”

Amy is smiling at Jake, so he knows she doesn’t mean it. “She’s lying, she loves Die Hard as much as I do now!” His eyes are wide and he’s nodding with a silly grin on his face, “You can love whatever movies you want Luna, we will still love you the same!”

CUT

Luna convinces Iggy to let her watch Die Hard while their moms were out on date night.

“I’m all caught up on my homework for the next two weeks and I’ve finished my reading for the night, Iggy, please!” She whines on the couch, “It’s my dad's favourite movie but mom said I can’t watch it yet but I want to!”

“Ugh fine, don’t be such a big nerd about it.” She rolls her eyes before finding the movie on Netflix, “You’re only 14 so if I get in trouble you’re going down.”

“Yeah yeah whatever now be QUIET.” Luna sits on the edge of her seat as the movie begins, her attention devoted entirely to the screen. Two hours later and Luna is on the floor, right in front of the TV and looking gobsmacked. “That. Was. Awesome.”

“It’s not that great.” Iggy puts her book down to laugh at her little sister, “Don’t make me watch the next one please.”

“THERE’S ANOTHER ONE???”

“There are like 5, Loony.”

“THERE’S 5 MOVIES I HAVE SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON!” Luna grabs the remote and clicks on the next one.

“I’m going to bed, have fun nerd.”

Gina and Rosa come home around 11 to find Luna fast asleep, snoring peacefully as explosions played in the background. “I’m having flashbacks to childhood.” Gina snorts, “I want to be mad that she didn’t listen but she is Jake’s kid.”

“Die Hard is in her blood.” Rosa laughs as she kneels next to Luna, “Hey baby.”

Luna’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of a hand brushing through her curls, but when realising it’s her mom her eyes widened and she sat up quickly. “Heeeeyyyy moms! How was your night? I don’t know what this violent movie is on my screen right now!” Rosa rolls her eyes at her daughter trying to deflect.

“You are so your dad,” Luna blushes and looks at her hands, “And you shouldn’t have watched it without permission but I understand why you did.”

“I’m sorry.” Luna shrugs, “I’ve got Harry Potter to connect with mama and I just wanted to see what dad was so obsessed with.”

“That’s completely understandable.” Gina wraps her up in a side hug, “He probably would have made you watch it much earlier even though it would have been so inappropriate.”

“I like to think Amy might have prevented it for a few years.” Rosa laughs, “She loved Die Hard too, I never heard her admit it out loud.”

“Do you miss them?” Luna asks quietly.

“Constantly. Especially when you make that face when you love something, it’s such an Amy expression and then you behave so much like Jake when you get focused. You’re a giant nerd like the both of them.” Gina tells her, a fond smile on her face.

“I’m always thinking of how they would love the cases I’m getting, and if I struggle I try to think like they would.” Rosa follows, “They’re always with us, especially in you.”

“Have you started planning your Quinceañera, my dear?” Camila asks at dinner one evening, months before her 15th birthday.

“Um, I don’t actually want to have one.” Luna frowns slightly, “They’re really backwards and all, and I know it’s a tradition but…”

“Oh…” Camila frowns, “I just thought… Do you want to see Amy’s photos?”

“Camila, if she doesn’t want to do it you need to respect that.” Rosa intervenes.

“No I would love to see the photos.” Luna brightens as her abuela take out a binder full of photos from Amy’s quinceañera. In the photos she can see how similar they look, except her own hair was more wild and curly like her dad. The dress she is wearing has a white sparkly bodice with soft pink tulle.

The photo with her abuelo, who had died when she was only 3 years old, is what she can’t take her eyes off. It’s during their father daughter dance, and she is beaming at whatever her father seems to be saying. She then closes her eyes, trying to imagine her quinceañera if her parents were still alive. What her father daughter dance might be like with her dad?

Luna says she doesn’t want to have a quinceañera because its old fashioned and lame - but the real reason is so much more. Rosa has been the greatest mother, as has Gina, and the entirety of her parents old squad - but she wants to have her parents there but they can’t . They’re gone forever, no matter how much people tell her they are always inside her.

“I still have her dress in the attic. Amy always told me she wanted her own daughter to wear it to her own quinceañera.” Camila says fondly.

“Really?” Luna has tears in her eyes, and she grips on her abuela’s hand.

“Yes, and I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you to do it. It’s just an open suggestion.”

“Here we are, it’s 1:06 in the afternoon. Mom is a solid 7cm dilated and very very excited to get you out of her body!” Jake announces with a grin. He turns the camera around so that it shows Amy on her purple birthing ball. “When I say she’s excited I mean she’s desperate - but it’s the same sentiment.”

“Luna is very welcome to hurry up.” Amy groans, “She’s gonna see this video and think I hate her.”

“Noooo you’re just in pain, Ames. I’m sure our child isn’t a cold hearted snake!”

“I will love her even if she’s a bitch. I will have to reprimand her for it though.”

“Don’t be a bitch, dear Luna. Listen to your mother now!” This time when Amy groans again, Jake doesn’t drop his phone but moves to support her with her face still in frame.

There are tears rolling down her face as the peak of the contraction hits her, and her groan grows louder. She sniffles when it’s over, and Jake gets the both of them in frame again. “See your mom is a total badass. I love her so much.”

Amy grins down at her husband and chastely kisses him, “I love you so much.”

CUT

Every birthday they make sure to visit their graves. Since Luna could remember, she has always taken this time to update them on the major events in her life - when she lost her first tooth, her first straight A report card. This time she has her hair and makeup ready to go to her quinceañera but she didn’t get in her dress so that they could make the trip before her big party.

Rosa joins her for the first 10 minutes, but then goes to wait in the car so she can have her moment alone.

Amy Santiago-Peralta Jacob Santiago-Peralta

Sept. 17 1983 - Nov. 23 2022 June. 14 1981 - Jan. 1 2023

Daughter. Wife. Mother. Son. Husband. Father. Die Hard fanatic.

Luna sits on the grass and takes a deep breath. “Hi.

Sooo, I’m in high school now! So far so good, people aren’t so awful as movies depict it. So far I’m on track for having straight As this semester. Mo-Rosa says you guys would be so proud of that - that I’ve become a giant nerd like you two.

My best friend, her name is Lauren, really likes Die Hard like we do - obsessed with any old action movie really. I always make sure I tell her everything wrong with the way the women are treated and she calls me a nerd but in the way Gina does. So it sounds kind of mean but she has so much heart.

Um, I saw photos of you with bangs mom, so I got bangs. Oof it was a bad idea - but that’s because my hair is too curly I think. I also had my first kiss this year. It was weird, his name was Luke and he was okay but said he wasn’t that interested in me. I’m not too bothered by it but I feel like it’s something you tell your parents. I didn’t tell Rosa or Gina - I felt too uncomfortable.

Um, I miss you. Or the idea of you, since I don’t have any real memory of you. But it sucks that you aren’t here for my quinceañera - but I’m doing it for you mom, I got your dress altered to fit me and it looks great.

R-Rosa said she’s going to do the father daughter dance - because fuck gender roles right? Sorry, Rosa tells me not to swear and I definitely shouldn’t right in front of you. I just want you here.

I need to save my makeup, so I guess that’s it from me for now. But I hope you’re watching tonight, because it would make me really happy to know you’re there.”

Luna doesn’t say anything in the ride to the venue, only a vague nod if when her mom asks if she had a nice chat with them. Before either of them leaves the car, Rosa turns to her and takes her hand. “I’m so proud of you, Luna.” There are tears on her cheeks, and she doesn’t try to hide them. “I love you.”

“I love you mom.” Luna’s chin quivers intensely, but she doesn’t let herself cry - not yet.

She lasts a long without crying - she gets through hugs from her entire family and speeches. But then they announce it’s time for her dance with Rosa, and hear breath becomes shorter. When her mom wraps her arms around her, she can feel herself relax. They don’t have a proper dance ready, they just begin to sway.

We know full well there's just time

So is it wrong to dance this line?

If your heart was full of love

Could you give it up?

It doesn’t take long before her shoulders are quaking and Rosa’s grip tighten, Luna can hear her sniffling as well as the piano takes over.

'Cause what about, what about angels

They will come, they will go and make us special

Don't give me up

She can hear Rosa audibly crying as much as she is now, and not a moment later she feels her other moms hands wrapping around them. Then it’s uncle Charles, uncle Terry and grandpa Holt. Luna sways with them all, and she’s pretty sure everyone in the room is likely crying but in this moment she feels her parents more than ever.

She manages to look up at Rosa and whisper shakily, “They’re here.”

It's not about, not about angels

Angels

“It’s 5:30 in the evening and you have been here in the world for about an hour and a half now. Born at 4:06 to be exact and you weigh in at around 6 pounds and 19 inches long. Your mom is doing great, in pain but she’s such a champion. I will never stop telling you how powerful she is and if you ever disobey her I won’t stop her showing her wrath. Also because I’m terrified of it.”

Jake moves so that Amy and Luna appear in the frame with him, “Look at us - a happy little family!”

Amy’s face quickly scrunches up as she begins to cry. “We have a baby Jake!”

“What did you think you were growing in you for 9 months, Ames?” Jake laughs, joining her on the bed.

“Various fruits and vegetables of course!” She giggles, “I’m just so happy, babe.”

“Me too. I can’t wait to watch her grow up with you.”

Jake kisses her softly, stroking Luna’s head lightly before they both look at the camera like they’re taking a family photo.

END

Luna is 17 years old when she finds the video her dad made of the day she was born. She had been working on an entrance essay for college when she got bored and went looking at photos on her moms laptop. She had scrolled until until she saw a folder she had never seen before.

11/23/22

She opens it and sees photos she seen before - photos of her moments after she was born, screaming on her mother’s chest as her mother glows. Photos of her with Jake and photos with her with Amy - and then the both of them beaming as one of them holds her.

What she hasn’t seen before is the the 4 minute and 13 second video. Her heart pounds as her father’s goofy smile appears on screen.

Luna has been to therapy - parents dying hours and months after you are born can have a lasting affect - and she has worked through most of her emotions about not knowing them. She still has her moments of missing them intensely, and that usually falls on holidays or her birthday.

So she doesn’t really expect the flood of tears that break once she hears the line ‘ I will love her even if she’s a bitch. ’ She’s really laughing at her parents being weird but the tears don’t stop falling and her heart truly aches.

Of course she has seen an abundance of videos and photos of her parents of through their partnership, friendship and then relationship before. There was something completely groundbreaking seeing them talk about her and them moving with her there even if for a short time.

The video has been over for a few minutes, paused on them both looking at her with love written in their features. She still can’t stop her tears and it’s then that her mom shows up.

“Alright which little son of a bitch am I fighting?” She growls immediately, protective mode in full force. When she joins Luna on the couch and sees what she has open, she softens. “Talk to me, Luna.”

“I don’t know what to say that I haven’t said before.” Luna hiccups, shaking her head. “I have this moment with them, it’s all I have. I wish I had… a chance to… to have one conversation with them now. I want to hear them say they love me and that they’re proud. Everyone tells me they are but I want to hear it from them.

And you and Gina have been such great moms to me and I feel so bad for wanting them so badly. But I also know I have the right to feel like this and it all just hurts.”

“We would never feel like you don’t appreciate us because you want your parents. We want them back. But that doesn’t change my love for you either.” Rosa grips her hands tightly, “Your parents and you have changed my life like I never expected.”

The last thing Luna remembers is falling asleep with Rosa as she told her the best stories of her parents once again. Now she’s in what seems to be a park, surrounded by bright green trees and a lake in the corner. The sun is shining on the lake and she’s in such a deep trance that she doesn’t hear her name being called until there’s a hand on her shoulder and she jumps. Turning around, she stumbles a few steps back at the sight of her mother and her father close by - soft smiles on both their faces.

“Hi Luna.” Amy’s eyes seem to be filling with tears and her voice is cracking with emotion.

“Mom? Dad?” Luna has to take a few deep breaths as she tries to process what was seeing in front of her. “Is this some freaky Harry Potter resurrection stone dream shit?” She finally manages to get out, tears are leaking out of her parents eyes as they laugh.

“Probably. Ames, this is so cool right? It’s our baby.” Jake gestures at Luna, awe shining off him brighter than the sun.

A sob escapes as she jumps to embrace them and she doesn’t care if she’s dreaming because they feel so real in the moment. “I can’t believe this.”

Their arms are tightly wrapped around her and they spend what feels like eternity just holding each other and crying. “I’m so sorry, mi amor.” Amy pulls back and holds her at arms length to look into her eyes.

“Don’t be sorry! This wasn’t in your control.” Luna shakes her head, “I know you didn’t want to leave me.”

“It doesn’t change how bad we feel that you only got to know us through others.” Jake adds, “We love you so much, and we’ve always been with you.”

“I know that.” Luna nods fiercely, tears continuing to fall like a waterfall.

“We are so proud of the young woman you have become.” Amy tells her.

“Everyone tells me how much I’m like the both of you.” Luna beams, “They all did their part to tell me about you.”

“Did Charles cover the love story? I’d say he’s the best at telling it besides myself.” Jake quips, and she feels so enlightened. It’s everything she wants in a dream.

“He has made sure I know and that my expectations are at an extremely unrealistic level.” She replies, like they’ve joked around her whole life.

“Thank them for us.” Amy requests softly, “Everyone who has helped you - but especially Rosa. It was so much to ask but she raised you with no questions asked and we couldn’t be more thankful for that.”

“She’s been great to me.” Luna agrees, “I might not have had you but I was always loved.”

“A few more things, while we still have time. One; good job on defending us in the Halloween heist. Two; you rocked those bangs girl I don’t care what you say. Three; I’m so proud that you love Die Hard.” Jake is counting on his fingers, and he’s thinking of a fourth when Amy interrupts.

“Also you’ve been so good in school, and you’re so kind to your peers. Luna, we can’t possibly express how proud we are.”

Luna once again buries herself into a hug with the both of them, and they’re all mumbling how much they love each other. It’s warm and she’s never felt a happiness this intense.

The sun grows brighter and brighter until she opens her eyes and she’s back in her home, her head against Rosa’s legs and tears staining her cheeks. They’re gone again but she can still feel their arms and their love surrounding her.

They’re gone again, but she’s okay.

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I love your writing & prompts so much 💝! Could you write Sam being 15 & Dean 19, one-sided feelings from Dean (or Dean POV, so Sam’s feelings are unclear), very guilty Dean but also very jealous.

Anon 2 : Hi, love your work!!! Could you write a very guilty, 18/19 year old Dean super in love with his unknowing/innocent brother? (Just some everyday slice of life)

Anon 3 : A weecest Dean pov??

Beta by @debivc78

When Sam was little, his whole world revolved around Dean.

A lot of people think that this crazy admiration for his brother started after their mom’s death, but Dean knows it was way before that. When Sam was just a few days old, and their eyes first locked together. Maybe it was even before that, when Sam was still in Mary’s belly, and Dean would lay next to her and spend hours talking to Sam.

Sam would look at Dean like he could pick the moon, and Dean would look at Sam like he would crash it for him.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect, and sometimes they’d fight. But at the end of the day, they were brothers, for better and for worse, and Dean wouldn’t dream of changing anything.

Yet, something changed.

He doesn’t know when it happened.

One day, Sam is his lovely, goofy little brother, the one that he would shove out of the way to get to the shower first. The next, Sam is… Sam IS.

He’s not his little brother anymore. He’s a boy that he could have meet at school. He’s the theatre kid. He’s the nerd that makes jokes that no one gets. He’s the cute boy with the dimples. Maybe he’s always been this boy, but it’s the first time Dean sees him this way, and he hates it.

He doesn’t know when it happened, but once it does, he can’t see anything else.

Suddenly, all the normal, daily things are wrong and dirty.

The sound Sam makes when he’s eating. The way he walks, with his long, long legs that seem to never end The way he lights up the room by doing nothing more than smiling. And the way Dean’s heart misses a beat every time Sam moves closer to him during a movie.

One day, they’re watching the news and they show the picture of a man who kidnapped of a boy and raped him. Sam kept watching at the screen, a blank expression on his face. The boy is fifteen, just like him, and he was just going home from school, like another day.

“Why would someone do that?” Sam asks, pushing his lunch away

“We live in a fucked-up world” Their dad says “We deal with real monsters so often that sometimes we forget that humans can be even worse”

“But he was just a child”

“I know” Dad replies “But sometimes… sometimes it doesn’t matter. I know it’s scary, Sam, but you know how to defend yourself, you don’t need to be scared”

“I’m not scared”

“You’re not?” Dad asks, a proud smile on his face. There’s a lot of things he’s done wrong in his life, and a lot of things he regrets, but his boys? His boys are what he’s most proud of, and there are times when he can see himself so clearly in Sam.

“No. Dean is here to protect me”

Sam turns toward him, his eyes shining with love and trust, and Dean feels the knot in his stomach growing even wider.

“Of course, Sammy”

His throat is tight as he says those words, and he can’t get Sam’s innocent smile out of his mind.

He’s no better than the monster on the news. He’s no better than any of the fucked-up people that are roasting in hell. He’s worse than them because Sam trusts him to defend him, while all Dean can think about is those awful things that he wishes he could do to him.

Most days, he can’t even look at himself in the mirror. He wonders if his mom can see him, from where she is. If she knows what he’s thinking. He told her he would protect Sam, he promised her the very first day he saw Sam, and he failed, miserably.

Will she understand? Will she forgive him? It’s not his fault. He doesn’t want to feel this way. He doesn’t want to hurt Sam.

He wishes he could tell her how disgusted he is with himself. How he hates himself, more than she could ever hate him. He would tell her how much he loves Sam and how sorry he is.

He tries to stay out of the motel room as long as possible, burying himself in alcohol and no-name girls. Even if it’s painful, even if he misses Sam. It works for a few weeks, until one night, he comes home to the motel room ans Sam is waiting for him, his eyes swollen from crying.

Sam, his poor Sam who didn’t ask any for of it. Who kept wondering what he did wrong, and why Dean doesn’t want to spend time with him anymore.

Because I’m a monster, he wants to say, because you deserve better than that.

“I’m sorry” He says “I’m so sorry Sammy”

He doesn’t say why he is sorry, but Sam doesn’t ask. Instead, he gets up from the bed and hugs Dean, promising him that it’s ok, that he’s not mad.

He enjoys Sam’s touch. The first in a long time, and it only makes things worse.

He promises to stay home with Sam. He can’t let his brother suffer because of him.

He won’t hurt Sam, ever. This sick feeling inside of him isn’t lust, it’s love, pure love, and even if it’s killing him, he knows that he loves Sam too much to hurt him.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” Sam asks, shutting the tv off

“Aren’t you too old?”

Sam rolls his eyes before climbing into Dean’s bed, sitting right in front of him.

“Ok, I’ll start. Truth or dare?”

“Dare” Dean says

“Uh… I dare you to… Finish your beer”

“You’re awful at this game” Dean laughs but does as Sam asked him. “Alright, truth or dare?”

“Truth”

Sam is too fast at answering, and that’s how Dean knows that something is going on. He frowns, trying to read Sam’s mind for the right question to ask.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Kind of” Sam says, as if it was nothing, but Dean can see how big Sam’s smile is. How his eyes are shining with joy, and he clenches on his beer tighter.

“What do you mean, kind of?”

“It’s my turn” Sam says, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“What does the perfect girl look like for you?”

Like you, is the first answer that crosses his mind. All the girls he’s hooked up with have brown hair and hazel eyes like Sam, though none of them are as beautiful as he is. If he’s lucky, he can sometimes find a girl that will let him call her “Sam” during sex. That only happened twice, but it was the two best fucks of his life.

“Blonde with big boobs”

“You’re so gross” Sam complains

“You don’t know what’s good” He says, taking another beer “Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“What do you mean by kind of?”

This time, Sam doesn’t reply right away. He bites nervously on his bottom lip, and Dean can see how his body shifts from comfortable to awkward.

“Well… It’s not really a girl”

“What?” Dean says, his eyes widen. No. Sam can’t go out with a boy. It’s painful enough to see him with a girl, but a boy? He can’t take it. He can’t.

“It’s a boy” Sam finally admits “He’s name is Brandon, and he’s really sweet, he’s… I don’t know. I’m good when I’m with him. He makes me laugh”

A long time ago, Dean was the only one to make Sam laugh. Dad would try everything, from jokes to grimaces, but Sam would keep a stoic face, judging him silently. One word from Dean and he would burst into laughter.

Now, a guy name Brandon is the one making Sam laugh.

“Are you mad?” Sam asks, his voice shaking with fear.

Sam is asking for his big brother’s approval, the only opinion that matters, and Dean tries to push his pain away, to bury it with all the other things he never wants to deal with, because Sam needs him now.

“Of course, I’m not. I’m happy for you”

“Yeah?” Sam says, a smile reappearing on his face

“Yeah”

Sometimes, Sam will look at him the same way he used to do when he was little. It’s beyond adoration, beyond love. In those moments Dean is able to forget everything else and focus on Sam and Sam alone

“Did you have sex?” He asks “Because I won’t be happy about that”

“Dean!” Sam yells, throwing a pillow at him “You’re a dick!”

“I’m just asking!”

“Well, no, we didn’t” Sam admits, and Dean can feel a weight coming off of his shoulders. He knows that it’s just a matter of time before Sam does it, but he doesn’t want to think about it. “I’m not ready”

“You’re too young, Sammy”

“How old were you the first time?”

“17”

“Really?” Sam frowns.

“Yeah. I guess I wasn’t ready before either”

Sam is quiet for a long time, but Dean knows better than to think that the conversation is over. He can see Sam’s mind working, his eyebrows frowning in concentration. He’s adorable, with the way his nose twists and Dean has to close his eyes to stop staring.

“What’s it like to be in love?”

The question is simple, and yet, Dean has no idea how to answer. He’s been in love with Sammy for almost a year now. But he didn’t feel in love with him, not like the other people do. He always loved Sam, more than anything, since before he was born, and he can’t even remember how it was before he was here. He never loved anyone else, but at the same time, he never not-loved Sam. Was he in love is whole life?

“I don’t know, Sammy. It’s… I think… It’s like looking at someone and seeing the other part of your soul, you know? Like someone that can complete you, make you feel whole. It’s not about being someones opposite or being identical. It’s… It’s something else. It doesn’t make you feel good, not all the time, but I think… I think it’s wanting the other person to be happy, even if it means that you’re not. Putting the other person’s well-being before yours”

Dean gives him a weak smile, and before he can react, Sam is in his arms, using his chest as a pillow. He’s not sure what is happening, but Sam is obviously upset. Maybe he loves Brandon, and maybe Brandon doesn’t love him back. Seeing Sam like this is more painful than the jealousy he was feeling earlier, and he can’t help but hug him tighter.

“Are you in love with Brandon?” He asks, rubbing Sam’s back

“No” Sam admits “I… It’s just for fun”

“Sure?”

“Yeah” Sam says, “Were you… Were you ever in love?”

“Still am”

“With who?”

“It doesn’t matter” Dean says “She… She wasn’t meant for me”

Sam buries himself deeper in Dean’s neck, enjoying the feeling of his brother’s protective arms around him.

They stay in silence for a long moment, not a sound around them except for each other breathing. If Dean had to choose what heaven would look like, he would choose this: Sam and him, on a motel bed, in each other arms.

The next time he comes to get Sam from school, he spots him kissing another boy on the lips, the boy hands curled around Sam’s waist. Dean wants to scream, to throw something, because it should be him kissing Sam, instead of this guy who doesn’t even know how lucky he is.

Instead, he waits patiently and congratulates Sam when he’s close enough, ignoring the way Sam blushes furiously.

He doesn’t give a second glace to the boy. Otherwise, he would have noticed all the freckles on his face, how green his eyes were, and maybe, just maybe, he would have noticed that the boy wears a Led Zeppelin shirt, a brand-new leather jacket, and a pair of black boots that put on display his bowlegs. Just like he does.

Maybe he would have noticed, if he wasn’t so focused on trying to hide his feelings for Sammy.

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butsomeofusarelookingatthestars · 6 years

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Classified: Part 3

Luke is still adjusting to life in the BAU when a familiar face from the past joins the team as their Communications Liaison. Last time he saw her they were in the Iraqi desert on a highly confidential mission. Some ghosts are meant to stay buried…

Masterlist (x)

The loud whirring of the helicopter was deafening as the dusty sand blew across the desert landscape, stinging your face slightly as you lifted a hand to block out the blinding sunbeams. Iraq truly was a world away from back home. Yet, there was something uniquely beautiful about the rugged landscape that even the brutish-looking military vehicles and hideous tents couldn’t hide.

Strangely, it felt as if was exactly the place you needed to be.

All your life, you had wanted to make a difference. It was your passion for helping others that had led you to join the FBI in the first place. Perhaps it had never been your plan to end up in the middle of a warzone, but when the invitation to join Washington’s Joint Terrorism Task Force arose you knew you couldn’t refuse it.

A disapproving scoff rudely pulled you from your thoughts, an indifferent expression was painted across your face as you glared at the military officer stood behind you.

“While you’re outside the wire with my men, you will in no way distract them.” He told you gruffly, his tone insulting condescending as his gaze pierced through you.

It was obvious that some of the commanders weren’t too happy about your presence in the camp. Unfortunately, they seemed to view you as more of a hindrance than a help. Their patronising attitude naturally infuriated you, but there were bigger things at stake than your pride.

“I’m here as an asset.” You responded coolly, folding your arms across your chest in a small act of defiance. “I would appreciate it if you saw me as such.”

He wrinkled his nose as if the mere thought of treating you like an equal bothered him. Before he could open his mouth again, the arrival of Luke interrupted him.

“We’re ready to move sir.”

His superior nodded quickly, flashing you one final warning look before he moved away to attend to his increasingly impatient troops. Luke caught your gaze, a slight smirk playing on his lips at the bemused expression on your face.

“Is he always this charming?” You asked quietly, biting back a smile as Luke chuckled softly.

If it had been anyone else in front of you, you wouldn’t have even dared to voice your sarcastic comment. But, despite only knowing him for a short time, you already trusted Luke to keep your secrets. Perhaps it was his calm demeanour or his brown eyes which radiated a warm confidence. Either way you found yourself intrigued by the ranger from the Bronx.

“I’m not authorised to answer that question Agent.” He replied teasingly, unable to conceal the wide grin spreading across his face.

Yes. Luke Alvez had definitely caught your attention.

Months had past since you had first joined the BAU and you had settled into the energetic team fairly well. The cases kept coming in which you handled with graceful professionalism and outside of work you had been able to build great relationships with your fellow colleagues.

Then there was Luke.

As the months had passed, it had become much easier to be around one another. Now any closeness could be passed off as a result of the two of you spending so much time together. Excluding Garcia’s teasing comments, no one seemed troubled or even aware of your unique connection.

The team had been enjoyed an unexpected lull in casework one morning which saw you all gathered in the bullpen joking around. A smirk played on your lips as your gaze fell upon the only photograph proudly displayed on Luke’s desk (which you were currently perched on top of). There was no mistaking the fluffy dog barking happily at the camera.

“At least you have a cute dog Alvez.” You told him teasingly, wagging a finger at the adorable photograph. Your joke earned you the laughter of your fellow colleagues. They were also well-aware of how much the former ranger adored his faithful canine companion.

Luke chuckled warmly, flashing you a knowing grin as Garcia began to delve into all the ‘awesome’ gifts she had purchased for his dog over the past year. If anyone knew how much Roxy meant to him it was you. Indeed, you had been by their side throughout their darkest moments in Iraq. You had laughed along with him as he first introduced you to their unit’s special operations K-9, the supposedly intimating dog greeting you with an affectionate lick.

However, the warm atmosphere was quickly shattered as Prentiss came rushing out her office.

“Guys, we have a case. It’s a bad one.”

“How bad?” JJ asked warily.

“There’s been a bombing in Seattle.”

It was a bad case. Anything involving a serious terror threat always filled FBI agents with a chilling fear that things would only get worse. It had only taken Prentiss a few minutes to decide that the team had to be up in the air as soon as possible in order to prevent another potential attack occurring soon.

The nervous atmosphere at the local FBI field office didn’t improve matters with agents bustling past anxiously clutched their files as the television loudly blared out casualty numbers. Your fellow BAU teammates faces remained apprehensive as they poured through the information, trying to determine who had been responsible for the appalling incident.

The fact that it could happen again only fuelled the growing terror.

You had noticed that even Luke seemed particularly tense, his jaw clenching in anger and eyes darkening as he surveyed the horrific photos. Surely, he too must have been reminded of all of the similar devastation you had witnessed in Iraq?

Bombs didn’t just crumble buildings, they tore families apart and ruined communities. It was almost heart-breaking to think that after all this time and all you had lost in the war, the threat of bigotry could still cause insurmountable grief and destruction.

Yet, there was something else about this case that was even more troubling.

During your career as an FBI agent specialising in counterterrorism, you had learnt that deducing the identity of the attackers was the key component of determining motivations and potential threats. However, no group had come forward to claim responsibility. Of course, it was possible that it had been a lone wolf attack. But, all honesty, the BAU had been unable to shed much light on the investigation other than confirming that the bomb had been designed to deliberately take life in the most brutal way possible and was crudely made.

Simply put, anyone could be a suspect.

Despite some people insisting that it had to be Islamic terrorism due to the note left behind, there was a voice inside of you warning to stay clear of rushed conclusions. Careful judgement and thorough investigative work were the only things you could put your faith in during times like these.

It just seemed strange that the unsub would leave a confession declaring his allegiance to jihad, yet he made consistent mistakes throughout his writing. Surely, a dedicated Islamic extremist wouldn’t confuse Quran verses? You knew enough about the topic given your own experience to justify your suspicions.

Matt and Luke seemed to confirm your doubts as they carefully examined the evidence documents pinned onto the large board, their eyes intently scanning over the falsified letter. They both shared the same knowledge when it came to combatting terrorism.

“There’s definitely something not right about it.” Matt murmured in agreement, shaking his head as he seized the copy of the paper. “I’ll get Spencer to look into it.” He gave you a tight smile before he rushed out of the room to find the BAU’s resident genius.

It was slightly unnerving to see someone as calm as Matt rattled by the turbulent events. Luke seemed to sense your uneasiness, outstretching his hand as he offered you a bottle of water.

“You should stay hydrated.” He told you, his voice unusually soft as his brown eyes swept over your face concernedly.

You took the bottle silently, gripping it tightly in your hands as you pondered the last time he had spoken similar words to you. The setting being a dusty, scorching-hot desert rather than a bustling law enforcement office.

“You’ve got to stay hydrated ma’am.”

The memory made a small smile flitter across your face. The idea that Luke would address you so formally now almost laughable given everything you had been through together. Yet, that had been at the beginning of your journey which felt as if it had happened a lifetime ago.

“Something feels off about this case Luke.” You told him quietly, frowning slightly as your gaze fell upon the gruesome photographs tacked onto the evidence board. His eyes followed yours almost reluctantly as a heavy sigh fell from his lips.

“I know.”

It turned out that the BAU’s deductions were right. There was something off about the case. Evidence gathered from the scene soon confirming your belief that the unsub wasn’t who he seemed. Thanks to Garcia’s excellent investigative work, you had soon discovered that the true culprit was actually a former member of an extreme far right group who had been plotting to stir up racial tensions in the city.

You gaze hardened as you stared at the evidence board, the unknowing smiling faces of the victims glaring back at you. It seemed so unfair that their innocent lives had been stolen by bigotry and hatred. It was something you never got used to in the FBI, witnessing people do horrific things to one another.

Even after Iraq you still felt shocked by the brutality of violence.

You jumped slightly as you felt someone’s hand lightly brush against your own. It was such a featherlight touch that you almost didn’t realise that it was Luke standing next to you. Any other time you would have been apprehensive about his display of affection, nervous that the team might pick up on the deeper connection between the two of you.

But, in that moment, you could only flash him a small smile of appreciation – grateful that he was attempting to comfort you.

It felt strangely similar to all those times in the past when he had attempted to lift your spirits when all had seemed lost. Luke seemed to be able sense when you were struggling with the horrors of your job and had always been there as a source of strength and guidance. Despite the changing circumstances, he was still the person you turned to…even if you didn’t realise it.

His brown eyes radiated a warmth and understanding that gave you the confidence to speak up.

“This guy will be ready for us. He’ll be eager to take out federal agents.” You noted, cautiously examining the paper in front of you detailing the profile of your unsub. True, you weren’t a behavioural analyst. However, you had experience in counterterrorism that would serve you well on this case.

That was the reason why Prentiss had requested your presence on the raid and your opinion on their tactical options.

Matt nodded in agreement, flashing you a small smile as he pulled on his bulletproof vest.

You shifted away from Luke, frowning at the realisation that three of your team, including yourself, had fought for this unsub’s right to spread his vile ideology. It was sickening that people as kind and compassionate as Luke and Matt sacrificed everything for their country and cowards like your unsubs spread poisonous hatred at home whilst preaching ‘patriotism’.

The displeasure must have been apparent on your face because you could have sworn you saw Luke shake his head slightly, his lips twitching into a comforting smile as he grabbed his own Kevlar vest. It was strange that he seemed to know what you were thinking without you even having to speak a word. You guessed that’s what happened following a classified mission, you formed a bond that no one would ever be able to truly understand.

“We have to be careful.” Prentiss told them firmly, glancing at each member of her team. “He’ll risk anything to take us down.”

Rossi nodded, holstering his gun as he glanced around at his slightly apprehensive teammates. The older agent seemed to have a knack for detecting when they needed his words of reassurance.

“We’ll take him down first.” He declared confidently, a small grin playing on his lips at the murmur of agreement that echoed around the room.

“Hooah.”

The irony of Luke’s affirmation wasn’t lost on you…

“Hooah.”

The enthusiastic roar of the troops ignited a fire of belief inside your heart. It was the first time you had witnessed soldiers preparing for battle. Despite the nervousness twisting around your stomach, confidence surged through your entire body at the thought of being stood beside the brave men of the 75th Ranger Regiment.

All your intelligence gathering and tactical planning had led to this moment, your first mission. It was a well-planned attack on the insurgents that had launched small ambushes upon coalition forces over the past few months. The final briefings had been completed and all that was left to do was to prepare for the task.

Given some of the military higher-ups’ reservations about you, it had to be a success.

A soft chuckle pulled you out of your thoughts as you spun around to face a smirking Luke accompanied by his friend Phil Brooks. Only those two could find amusement during such a tense time.

“Any advice?” You asked them coolly, a slight smile playing on your lips as they exchanged knowing grins.

“Hearts and minds…they’re the two best places to shoot somebody ma’am.” Phil responded, glancing down confidently at his loaded weapon.

“I’ll bear that mind.” You replied, flashing the two of them an encouraging smile as you moved passed to talk to the increasingly frustrated commander.

As you strode away from the crowded camp, you tried to ignore Luke’s piercing gaze as his eyes followed your retreating figure. There was too much at stake.

You couldn’t afford any distractions.

“Clear.”

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced around the deserted room. You were too late. The unsub had already escaped. Just as you went to turn around, a quiet bleeping noise caught your attention.

“I might have something.” You murmured to your teammates, cautiously stepping further into the dark shadows. The sound of their response was muted as you tried to concentrate on locating the strange noise.

The team had been forced to split up during your raid, the enormous warehouse proving to vast and difficult to search. You had ventured upstairs alone to investigate the seemingly empty upper floors. In this moment, you were glad that Luke was only the floor beneath. His proximity was rather reassuring as you warily approached the furthest corner of the dusty room.

You were barely aware of Luke’s footsteps echoing up the stairs as he rushed to your location, the rest of team following in his tracks. The red light piercing into the shadows making you freeze with terror.

“Get out! There’s a-”

The rest of your words were stolen by the explosion of fire and smoke as the bomb detonated.

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panda-noosh · 6 years

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The Paladins as Time Lords {Headcanon}{DoctorWho!Au}

Someone stop me.

PS. This is me writing this as if you were there companion and they're the time-lord. Please enjoy my lovelies xxxx

Shiro:

he's that Time Lord.

you know, that Time Lord.

he's the one that is so incredibly serious and strict about every little thing you two do.

whenever you two first met, Shiro didn't want you coming with him at all. though he never liked being on his own, and he knew he would enjoy having a companion, the idea of throwing an innocent and unknowing mortal into the world he lives in would be a big enough reason for him to not do it.

but you're insistent, and the way you handled those Slitheens a few days ago was amazing, so why the hell not?

so he takes you with him, and thus begins this weird journey of not knowing exactly what is going on.

he lives by the words, “Stepping on a butterfly in this universe could alter everything back home.” they're literally what he says to you whenever you do anything.

he doesn't like letting you out of his sight, but a lot of the time he has no choice. you two manage to get split up a whole bunch during your time together.

but you always find each other again, and it's always cute and he always checks to see if you're injured.

and he always says, “I'm never letting you out of my sight again,” before, of course, letting you out of his sight.

even though he hates to admit it, you really do keep him grounded. you're a big reason he doesn't just get lost in space somewhere – he wants to keep you alive.

he's best friends with your parents, even though they have no idea who he is.

his style choice is a good old trench coat with a tie.

Keith:

I can imagine Keith just finding you in the TARDIS and not knowing what to do lmao.

you're that guy.

you were most likely drunk one day and you just found yourself wandering into this public call box before you collapsed on the ground and everything went black.

Keith would walk into the TARDIS after a nice day out in London to see you lying there and he genuinely just sips his coffee and sighs.

“mortals~”

he wakes you up by throwing water on your face, you refuse to leave, and thus begins the adventures!

the way he drives the TARDIS is god awful. he crashes into everything and he doesn't even care. he just kind of hums to himself whenever he gets out of it to see the crash mark on the side of it.

he hates going forward in time. modern technology confuses him enough as it is – let alone going 2,000 into the future to see what the mortals have come up with since then.

going back in time is his favourite. he's a big fan of the fashion of the 19th century.

he walks everywhere?? like, even though there's a damn alien spaceship crashing into the ocean in front of him, you'll never catch him running to get to it.

and a lot of the time he has his face buried in some Time Lord device that you don't know how to use, but it always beeps and makes loads of noise and Keith enjoys yelling curse words at it sometimes so you don't really want to know how to work it.

he pretends he doesn't appreciate having a companion. whenever you two argue, he'll often use the excuse that he was perfectly fine on his own, just because he knows it hurts you.

but he knows himself that finding you passed out on the floor is the best thing that's ever happened to him.

he tries to teach you how to fly the TARDIS, but after one lesson he gets jealous and stops.

Lance:

you two meet whenever Lance lands in the middle of wherever you live and he has no idea where he is.

imagine it; walking down the street with your headphones in, barely acknowledging the world around you, when suddenly this man with sticking up hair and a smoking coat is grabbing onto your shoulders, yelling about how it's the end of time and how he's certain this is heaven and all this.

you'll just look at him like boi i'm late for work.

but he wouldn't let you leave, and you'd end up having to drag him into the nearest coffee shop and getting him a cup of tea to calm him down.

you'd tell him that the world has not, in fact, ended and that everything is okay, and he'll explain himself and tell you all about everything that's going on.

you wouldn't believe him when he tells you that there are aliens soon coming to attack the very place you live in, but then it happens and you're helping him fight them even though you have no idea what's going on.

after the battle is over, he'll ask you to travel with him and you'll say yes, because there's just something so damn endearing about this man that makes you want to spend more time with him.

so you two travel together and the adventure begins.

he's the type of Time Lord that you have to tell the rules to, even though he's the one that's been flying through space for 900 years.

like, he'll get so used to the polite etiquette of the 19th century, that whenever he arrives back in modern day time, he completely forgets how to act.

he's greeting your mother with a bow, and calling her 'm'lady' and asking where the hand-maiden is.

to cover his ass, you'll laugh and tell him to stop joking about, reminding him that he is no longer having dinner with Charles Dickens, but is in fact eating fish and chips with your parents.

I don't feel like Lance has a favourite time to be in?? He enjoys them all. he enjoys being in the future a lot because he likes to see how humans have advanced over time, and he likes to visit people he once travelled with to see how they've aged, and to make sure they're safe.

that's a quirk he has – he never lets his companions die when they're with him. whenever they get put in too much danger, he'll just disappear one day and let you live out your life wondering where he is and where he went to.

but he always visits them afterwards. whenever he's certain they're old and grey and can't tell reality from fantasy. he'll just stand in front of them and talk about all of the good things they did, and they'll wake up the next morning, unknowing if it's just their ageing brain that tricked them or if their Time Lord was actually there.

Hunk:

why can I imagine him just being so unprofessional?

like, deadass. is he even a Time Lord? did he just get thrown into this world by accident?

because half the time, he has no idea what he's doing.

he'd probably be recruiting damn companions, because he knows full well he'll end up getting lost in time if he doesn't have somebody there keeping him right.

so he ends up looking for partners, stumbles across you, and wa-la. you're suddenly flying through space with this screaming muscle man.

that's what he does when he's flying the TARDIS. he starts screaming and gets motion sickness, but he still knows how to fly it.

“when did you learn how to fly it?”

“i didn't. it's like it's drilled into my brain.”

“oh. safe.”

you two go on holidays. Hunk doesn't fuck with this whole 'going to 20th century London in the freezing cold winter' stuff. if you two are going anywhere, it's present day Hawaii and you're going to enjoy yourselves.

but then sometimes there's trouble in 20th century London in the freezing cold winter, so he has no choice but to go and show his face.

and even though he panics and gets worked up really easily, he's probably the best out of them all when it comes to actually getting rid of the bad guys.

it takes a little bit longer than what everybody else would take, but he gets it done very quietly and very well since he's big on planning his attacks.

he wouldn't want you to be there with him during the actual process of fighting aliens, but you always manage to show up and he just gets tired of warning you.

I can imagine him telling you off for stepping on a leaf on the pavement, before he himself completely wipes out a rubbish bin or something.

“that's gonna change the present day now. good job.”

“shuT UP I'M THE TIME LORD HERE.”

he's also best friends with your parents, but I can imagine him meeting them completely by accident.

like, you went inside to go and pack some of your stuff so you can travel with him again and he waits outside your window, looking in nervously.

your dad turns around and just sees this massive man in a bow tie looking at him through the window, to which you have to explain that Hunk is your boyfriend and that he means no harm.

Hunk gets all flustered and you two never bring it up again.

Pidge:

she basically lived in 20th century Ireland until she was forced to go to the modern day.

she enjoyed the atmosphere of the 20th century. she saw the Titanic leave Belfast, saw Queen Elizabeth's reign happen in England – she saw all sorts.

but then she realised she had to go and get some stuff done in the 21st century, and her salty ass dragged herself out of the 20th century to go and deal with it.

and this is where she met you, and she seems to cold at first because she really, really doesn't want to be there.

but you're consistent, because you saw the TARDIS land and you have questions.

she tries to ignore you the entire day, but you follow her around, yelling your questions at her until she eventually just shoves you into a coffee shop, sits you down and tells you who she is, before promptly warning you to keep your mouth shut.

she storms off after that, grumbling about how “Nelson Mandela wouldn't ask me so many questions.”

but then she finds herself in trouble with the aliens she is there to fight, and the only person who is willing to save her is – oh, what a surprise – you.

and you save her, so Pidge gets all soft and apologises for snapping at you early, which then leads to her offering you a space in the TARDIS which you take almost immediately, thus beginning your adventures with Pidge.

she is definitely cold to you for the first few weeks. she tells you not to touch anything, and whenever you're in the TARDIS, she basically makes you sit in the corner until you arrive at your destination.

and whenever you arrive, she has a habit of walking a little bit too fast, meaning you often find yourself getting lost because Pidge has suddenly disappeared off the face of the damn earth.

but she always finds you – she would never just abandon you in the middle of the 15th century.

she's quite a careless Time Lord, I think. or at least, she acts like it.

deep down, the only reason why she can be hostile and stuff is because she is the last of her kind. she watched all of her Time Lord friends die during the war, and that's given her quite a large amount of trust issues.

she really only keeps herself alive and healthy because she knows that the world would go to absolute shit if she ends up dying.

she tells you this one day, just randomly. you don't ask her or anything – she just starts telling you about the Fall of Galiffrey.

she's really surprised when you listen, since she didn't think you'd care.

but all of a sudden you're setting your cup of noodles down and you're giving her a hug, nearly sobbing into her shoulder as you tell her how sorry you are that she had to go through that, see those things.

and she's hugging you back, even though she has no idea why.

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niallsexyback · 7 years

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See You Again - Ellie’s First Boyfriend

“Mom can I talk to you?” Ellie sheepishly asked as she walked into the office. I was sitting behind the desk working on paperwork, something I’d rather not be doing. Having put if off for quite some time, I had a rather large stack next to me to get through.

“Sure honey, what do you need?” Setting my pen down, I turned my attention to her.

I noticed she grew very nervous. “Um mom, so there is this guy at school, and he sort of asked me out on a date.”

“Of that’s great! Who is he?”

“He’s two years older than me. I meet him during lunch one day.”

“Okay, when are you supposed to go out with?”

“Friday night.”

“I’m okay with it, but when your dad gets back from his golf trip you are going to ask him as well.” Niall had been on a three day trip with a few people to golf at a couple of big courses. Being in North Dakota had limited his ability to some of the really nice places so he went a couple of times a year to different courses.

“What?! I have to ask dad?”

“Of course you do. He needs to know about this too.”

“But he’s going to say no.”

“I promise he won’t. I’ll give him a warning so he’s not totally surprised. He’s probably not going to like the idea but he can handle it.”

“Thanks mom.” She left the office allowing me to return to my work.

When Niall returned home from his trip, nothing was mentioned. Everything went as it normally did. That was until we were getting ready for bed that evening.

“Niall I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure.” He came out of the bathroom when he finished brushing his teeth.

“Maybe you should sit down.”

“Why?” He was very confused but sat next to me on the end of the bed.

“Do you promise not to get mad?”

“I don’t like the sounds of that. Why would I get mad?” He scrunched his eyebrows together, never one for hiding his emotions on his face.

“Because your daughter is going to come to you and ask if she can go on a date on Friday.”

“Absolutely not!” He stood quickly and began pacing in front of me. “She is fifteen, she should not be going on a date.”

“I was fourteen when I had my first.”

He paused to stare at me. “But this is my daughter. She’s not supposed to date until she’s thirty.”

“I’m sorry to tell you but she is growing up and this is going to happen whether you like it or not. It’s not like she is going to marry this guy, its one date.”

He let out a sigh, “Fine, but let it be known I am not happy about it.”

“It’s going to be fine Niall.” I gave him a reassuring kiss before crawling into bed.

It took Ellie most of the day to get the courage to ask Niall. She waited until he was placed on the couch with a beer in his hand and he was watching a game on TV, which was probably when he’d be in the best mood.

When he said yes, you could see the sign of relief on her face and distress on his. She hugged his neck before running off, I sure to tell the boy she could come.

When the day of the date finally came, Ellie spent most of the afternoon after school getting ready. Even asking for my help several times with one thing or another.

I’m not sure if she or Niall was more nervous for this. So when the boy was three minutes late Niall said, “Looks like he stood her up. Should probably just stay home with us.”

“Niall don’t be crazy, he’s probably just running a few minutes late.” He glared at me.

When headlights were seen coming down the driveway, Niall advanced to the window to watch, silently judging. Approaching him, I placed my hand on his back. He looked to me, real concern in his eyes. “She will be fine,” I tried to reassure him, but I too was concerned.

Ellie came running down the stairs, quickly grabbing her things before yelling at us, “Bye mom and dad.”

“Be home by twelve,” I replied.

“Make it ten,” Niall countered.

We continued to watch as she made her way to the waiting car, and watched as it drove out.

“I don’t like him,” Niall said.

“You didn’t even meet him, how do you know you don’t like him?”

“Exactly! He didn’t come to the door to get her, made her open her own door. And he didn’t even come in to meet us. If this boy thinks he is going date my daughter then he needs to meet me first.” He was furious. His face red with anger.

“Calm down Niall, it’s not that big of deal.”

“Yes it is.”

“You didn’t meet my parents on the first date.”

“It’s different, you were in your 20s and living on your own. She still lives under my roof.”

“It’s fine Niall. They’re just going to a movie.” He sighed again.

The rest of the evening, Niall was consistently watching the windows or looking at his phone. He paced from window to window. Never settling in for the night.

When a car approached, I finally saw a tiny amount of relief wash over him. Instantly he was waiting by the front door, watching.

When Ellie walked into the house, Niall was there to greet her. “How was your night?”

“It was good.”

“Only good, so you aren’t going to go out with him again?” He was hopeful.

“No we are, there a new skate park he wants to take me to.”

She began to walk to her room but I stopped her. “Ellie maybe you should ask if he want to come over for supper sometime, your dad and I would love to meet him.”

“Okay I’ll ask.”

“Thank you.”

When she was out of ear shot, Niall turned to me. “A skate park, would you have gone with me to a skate park?”

“First off, you don’t skate, nor do I.”

“Well if I did?”

“I mean I probably would have because I liked you but not because I wanted to go.”

“That’s what I mean! I would have never asked you to come do something you wouldn’t have enjoyed.” He pulled at the roots of his hair. “And he didn’t even walk her to the door. He could have at least made sure she got into the house okay.”

“Then they would have been kissing on the front step.” His face went white. “Oh god. I can’t deal with this.”

When Ellie was finally able to get this boy to come over, Niall grilled him. Never giving him a moment to rest. And if he wasn’t, he was watching them like a hawk. Never out of his sight for more than three minutes.

Over the next several months, Ellie and this boy continued to hang out, much to Niall’s disliking. However, he tried as hard as possible to have them spend time together at our house. I’m sure trying to make sure he could keep a watchful eye on them, able to intervene if needed.

So I was surprised when I was home one day making supper when Ellie came running in with tears in her eyes.

“Ellie honey, why are you crying?” She was running towards her room so I quickly followed closely behind her. “What happened?”

“He broke up with me!” She wept.

“Oh baby I’m so sorry. Did he tell you why?”

“He kept trying to make me do things I didn’t want to. Most of the time it wasn’t a big deal, but then he started to push me to have sex with him and I refused. I just wasn’t comfortable with that and he kept pushing. Then he called me a bitch and told me I was worthless and said it didn’t matter anyway because he’d been sleeping with another girl since we started dating.”

“None of what he said is true. Just because you stood up for what you believe in means you know what you are worth and you don’t settle for anything else. No boy can ever tell you you’re worthless. You never have to do anything with anyone you don’t want to.”

“But I liked him.”

“I know you did, but you will meet someone new that you like even more.”

“Why are boys so mean?”

“Not all boys are. Someday you will meet someone who likes you for you and won’t try to change you. But there is one thing I want you to remember forever.”

“What’s that?”

“There is one man in this world that will love you no matter what.”

“Who?”

“Your dad.”

“He does?”

“He does. You will forever be his little girl. Since you started hanging out with this boy he has had a really hard time. To him, no boy will ever be good enough for you.”

“Really? Is that why he has been meddling so much?”

“Of course. He just wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”

“Where is he? I’ve been so mean to him because I thought he was just being annoying.”

“He’s out getting some groceries, should be back shortly.”

If on cue, the door from the garage opened.

“Dad!” She ran to him, crashing her body into his with so much force he stumbled back against the door before dropping the bags he was carrying. “I’m so sorry dad. I should have listened to you. You were right all along.”

He was confused, unknowing of what she was talking about. He looked to me for help. I mouthed they broke up, and once he understood his arms wrapped around her. Her body was pressed against his, clinging to him. Her face buried in his chest.

“It’s okay Ellie, I understand.” He ran his hand over her back trying to calm her. “No need to cry baby, he isn’t worth it. Why don’t we go sit down?” He helped to lead her to the living room so they were sitting on the couch, her still clinging to him.

“Dad I love you.”

“I love you too, no matter what.”

The remainder of the night Ellie wouldn’t leave Niall’s side. They were situated on the couch watching a movie with her clinging to him. He couldn’t be happier to have her needing him.

It was finally after she had gone to bed that she wasn’t next to him. But it wasn’t before she asked him to sing to her while she fell asleep, something that hadn’t happened in a long time.

He strolled into the bedroom after she had fallen asleep, I was already waiting in bed. After changing his clothes, he joined me. Clicking on the light we both laid down.

“I love you Niall Horan.”

“I love you too.”

“No I really love you. The way you took care of Ellie today.”

“I just love knowing she still cares about me and wants to spend time with me.”

“Of course she does, you’re her dad.”

“I just feel like she hasn’t needed me lately.”

“That’s because she is a teenager who doesn’t want to be with her parents. It happens at that age. But in a couple of years when she’s left for college, she’ll realize just how much she misses us and she make up excuses just to come home for a few days. And whenever she falls you’ll be there to pick her up.”

“Thanks.”

Ellie was better in the morning and seemed to be handling it well. She went off to school seeming likely she was without a care, probably taking after Niall. He normally let stuff go easily and not let it bother him for too long, and she was very similar.

The day had been going well until I received a phone call from the school. I thought it would be about Ellie needing to come home, but no. I was told there was trouble with Finley and I would need to come to school. Finley was never one to get in trouble, he was more shy and reserved. Unlike Riley who after spending too much time with his uncle Louis, had been known to pull a prank or two. But never had any of our kids done anything remotely close to needing us to get called to school. We have never had to meet with the principal about their behavior. The only time I ever had to go to the school was when they were sick and needed to come home, or they forgot something.

When I arrived I was greeted by the Secretary. “We will wait until your husband arrives and then you can meet with the principal.” After trying to call him several times on my way to school, I was guessing he was too busy trying to get her also to answer his phone. After trying to call him again but reaching his voice mail instead I took to pacing the hallway.

He arrived ten minutes later. “What happened? I got a phone call saying I need to come because Finley was in trouble.”

“That’s all I know too.”

We were invited into the principal’s office. Finley was seated in the middle of the room, with chairs on either side. The principal who was a stern older woman sat across from us, watched as we took our places. “I’m sure you are both wondering why we had to call you here today,” she said once we had taken our seats.

“Yes, we are concerned about what Finley did,” I explained. “He has never done anything before to be in trouble like this.”

“It seem a fight took place in the locker room and he ended up hitting another student. None of the other students that were in the locker room at the time are telling us anything about what happened. So because Finley was the one that punched the other student we will have to punish him. The punishment for this sort of situation is three days suspension. You are free to take him.”

The ride home was silent, giving me time to think about what I wanted to say before just yelling at him. I wanted to understand why my normal calm, level headed child would now decide to hit someone.

“Table now,” I commanded once we were in the house.

Niall and I sat across from him, staring at him. “What happened Finley? You have never done anything like this before.”

“It wasn’t just any student, it was Ellie’s ex. He was in the locker room after gym talking about her. Don’t know if we was doing it because he knew I was in there and he wanted to see what happened, or if he was just doing it to talk poorly of her. None the less, I didn’t want him to so I asked him to stop. When he asked what I was going to do about it, I punched him. He was saying horrible things about her I know aren’t true.”

Niall and I looked at each other, unsure how we should handle this.

“Although you shouldn’t have hit another student, your father and I are proud of you for protecting your sister and standing up for her. Now go do your homework,” I said.

“Wait I’m not getting punished?”

“Umm,” Looking at Niall, he was clueless also. We should punish him, but how can you when you’re proud of what he did. “No dessert tonight.”

“Really, that’s it?”

“If you’d like we can have you take out the trash as well.”

“No, I will take my punishment. Thanks mom and dad.”

He walked up to his room. When he was out of ear shot I looked at Niall.

“How can I be mad at my son for something I’m proud of him for doing?” He asked.

“I know. It may even impress a girl that he punched another guy protecting his sister.”

“It worked on you when I punched a guy to protect you didn’t it?”

“Shut up Horan.”

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