Prompt 115
“Seriously old man?” the rumbling voice nearly caused Tim to jump, his eyes darting away from where Ras was sitting, the Al Ghul almost seeming to perk. It was kind of hard to miss the man… teen… being? It was kind of hard to miss the owner of the voice what with how their hair looked like it was on fire.
They motioned around at well, everything, crimson eyes looking exasperated. “Really?” They were definitely motioning towards him, interrupting Ras when he opened his mouth to talk. “No, I don’t want to hear it, I swear- Did he kidnap you?” That was definitely aimed at him.
“N-no?” Tim was feeling slightly unbalanced and may be on hour sixty without sleep at this point, if the hour long nap was counted. “I need help finding my not-dad who's lost in time.”
The being let out a strangled noise that Tim could nearly swear was almost another one, but couldn’t vocalize his slurred thoughts as the dude muttered something, motioning around as though he was tempted to strangle something or someone.
Ras cleared his throat, looking almost awkward which was how Tim knew he had to be dreaming or drugged. Probably drugged. “Jordan, how good to see you, it’s been so long-”
“Can it Pops,” the being-named-Jordan scoffed, finger pointing towards the Demon’s Head. “Moms still pissed and isn’t coming back any time soon with you still pulling this shit.”
Tim felt his brain stall, process for a moment, then process some more over what he just heard before his mouth ran before it could catch up. “Ras is married???”
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Wait I just realized something, in raised together au: both alastor and vaggie have a snarky friendship, how does he feel about vaggie 's angel secret or does he already know about it and was waiting until Charlie figure it out or vaggie tell her?
I don't think Alastor knew immediately, but he did figure it out somewhere along the way. The two are kind of suspicious of one another at first, especially when Alastor clocks the angelic spear Vaggie carries everywhere, but time and proximity have let them develop a comfortable rapport with one another. Alastor knows Vaggie would never hurt Charlie, and Vaggie knows Alastor's just a showy (occasionally murderous but only when provoked) dick, so they don't have any real beef anymore. But the back and forth is part of the routine they're comfortable with so they stick with it.
As for whether Alastor would tell Charlie, I think he would stand back and let things unfold on their own. He knows Vaggie's an angel, and that she's fully on their side, so why does it matter? It's a little funny if you think about it.
Charlie's less than amused. When Vaggie's secret comes out, Charlie is mad at both of them for hiding it from her.
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you're only as strong as you think you are
on ao3. This is probably at least mostly @narcissusbrokenmirror's fault. Enjoy :)
Carrie can’t help but survey the crowd. The girls are behind her and they’re about to perform. She’s worked her ass off to get here, regardless of what everyone else has to say, but she’s nervous. And disappointed. Yet another night with her girls without Trevor in the audience. She resolves herself not to cry and straightens her spine, lifting her head high. She can do this. She’s been doing this. Just one more night. One foot in front of the other.
“And now, please welcome to the stage, Dirty Candi!”
Ray manages to sneak in the door and breathes a sigh of relief as he finds an open seat in a far corner. It’s crowded tonight and he’s glad to see it. He hasn’t missed any of Carrie’s public performances yet and he wasn’t about to start now but after everything with Julie and Victoria, it was a close call. He can’t even begin to figure out what’s going on with Julie. Missing class? Lying? It’s been good to have a semblance of her back after the past year but he’s not prepared for a teenage rebellion. He directs his gaze to the ceiling in silent prayer to Rose and then turns his attention to the stage just as Dirty Candi are called up. He can worry about Julie tomorrow, tonight needs to be for Carrie.
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They killed it. Because of course they did. They always do. Ray pushes down the bittersweet tightening in his chest as he reflects on the distance that’s grown between Carrie and Julie and him and Trevor. He still doesn’t know what happened but he does know that he and Rose had to grieve her diagnosis alone. He has had to grieve Rose alone. Julie has had to grieve her mom without her sister. It’s weird watching Carrie perform without Julie sharing the spotlight. He enthusiastically joins in the applause when they’ve finished their performance. She might not know it, but he’s so proud of her. He wishes he could tell her but the last time he tried to reach out, it didn’t go well. And he doesn’t want to hurt Julie. For now, teetering on that edge of stalker-ish behaviour is the support he can offer the girl he’d always considered his second daughter. He’s about to sneak out when the mic crackles back to life.
“Julie and the Fat Ones!”
He finds himself curious about the band name but doesn’t get the chance to think too hard about it before he catches sight of an all-to-familiar turquoise top and long leather fringe vest topped by an also very familiar head of curly hair.
What. The Hell. Is Julie doing here?! He’s shell shocked and can’t take his eyes off his daughter or pick his jaw up off of the table. Now he gets to add breaking curfew and sneaking out to the list of grievances. Why did nobody warn him that this was what parenthood would bring?
Oh, right. He wasn’t supposed to lose the love of his life before the age of 40.
Julie corrects the MC, “hi, it’s actually Julie and the Phantoms.”
There’s no response from the room and Ray chances a glance around before she speaks again, “OK.”
And then she’s playing. He hasn’t gotten to watch her play since the last time she and Rose were out in the studio together and he’s not entirely sure he knows how to handle it.
But wait, ‘and the Phantoms’? Who are the Phantoms?
There’s a flash and suddenly three young men have joined his daughter on stage and WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? Ray can’t keep up with all of his emotions this evening. She looks so happy and free and like her Mom and Ray can’t help the tears that track down his face. He’ll be angry later. For now, he’s going to enjoy his nina breathing with life again.
And… well. That’s a way to sober Ray right up. The tears stop immediately and he wipes his cheeks as he watches Julie exchange a look with the (her?) guitarist as she sings. She’s too young to look at somebody like that, right? To have somebody else look at her like that? Right? Ay dios mio. He looks ceiling-ward again. He’s never missed Rose so much as he does in this moment. Who ARE these boys?!
Oh. And now we’re sharing a mic. OK. OK. Ray can handle this. He takes a deep breath.
They finish their song and the room erupts in applause. He drops his face into his hands.
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Carrie watches as Andi Parker makes her way toward Julie. Of course. Yet another opportunity taken away by her ex-best friend. She scowls in their direction before whirling around and nearly running directly into…
Ray? Right. That makes sense. Of course Julie’s dad is here for her. Of course she gets that.
Carrie bows her head, adamant that she will not be crying in public, and quickly walks away. She’s not quite out of earshot when she hears a very unhappy, “Julie!”
She turns to see what’s happening. Why would he be upset? Julie’s the golden child, isn’t she? The perfect mom. The perfect dad. The perfect family. The perfect band.
“Dad!” Julie sounds surprised to see him. Oh. Was she not supposed to be here? What the hell is going on? Why is Ray here if it’s not for her?
“It’s time to go,” Ray tells Julie and Carrie is startled out of her thoughts.
Her wide, glassy eyes meet Ray’s as they walk past and she catches his face soften slightly as he steers Julie out.
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It’s a few hours later when Carrie’s phone goes off.
Ray: You did amazing tonight. I’m really proud of you, Carebear. Keep going. Love you.
She finally lets the dam break, clutching at her Julie-bear as she cries. She lets herself feel everything that she’s been shoving down for the last few years.
When she wakes up the next morning, her face tight with dried tears, the first thing she does is change Ray’s contact name back, Dad 2.0.
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