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The Time Traveller AU.

THE FIRST MEETING.

“Booo-yah! And that’s how you make a collar, and take the lead.” Rooney hollered as she entered the bull pen, the arsonist dragging his feet ahead of her as she pushed him toward the holding cell.

“Lucky guess. There’s no way you would’ve gotten the solve unless Jason had told you to map the fire locations.” Hannah mused aloud as Rooney retook her seat at her desk.

“Cool theory. Buuut, you’re missing the part of my brilliance to also steak out the only store in the city that sold the ammonia based accelerant that was used in all the fires.” Rooney announced proudly, her voice louder than in needed to be, for all in the vicinity to hear.

“Yeah well. How do I know you didn’t cheat?”

“Because, Han. My detective skills might be beyond human, but my-“

She threw a cursory glance to be sure that no one was in their immediate vicinity, before leaning over her desk and lowering her voice. “My time travel skills? Less awesome than the movies make it seem.”

Hannah couldn’t contain the roll of her eyes at her twin.

“Besides, I know you’re just jealous. I did win the genetic lottery-“

“-Rooney, we’re twins.”

“Anyway.” She huffed. “You always have been jealous.” Rooney accused, prodding her sister in her side with an outstretched hand.

“Knock it off. I’m not jealous.” Hannah snapped, batting away Rooney’s hand. “And that still isn’t a motivating defence. You still could’ve cheated by having jumped forward.”

“And miss lording this over your head? Not a chance. Besides, you know it doesn’t happen often, and I can’t control when in time I jump to. Don’t you think that if I jumped forward, I’d use that time better than just to solve a solvable case?”

“No. Because you love nothing more than being right.”

“Point.” Rooney grinned, leaning back in her chair. “But just because it’s something you would do, doesn’t make it what I’d do. You’d spend your whole time reading old, pointless books and asking scientists of the future things about.. I don’t know- science.” She shrugged. “And even if you had all that extra time, and wisdom-“

“-you’re not wise-”

“You’d still never be able to ask Parker out. Even if you had accidentally jumped forward and saw you two happy together and-“

“Rooney, I swear. If you did see that and you’re just teasing me-“ Hannah began, reaching over the paper-laden desk to pull her twin into an interrogation. Rooney was quick to her feet, her chair rolling out from under her as she jerked out of the way of prying hands.

“Excuse me?” Another voice called from the periphery.

Rooney, breathless from laughter and cheeks sore from grinning, barely managed to stop her momentum. She gripped her desk firmly as she ground her feet into the tiles. Her retreat from her sister slid to a halt, barely avoiding a collision.

She found herself face-to-face with her. Rooney’s smile fell as she stared dumbly at the civilian.

“Are you both.. Detective Morgan?” She asked, the uncertainty wavered in her voice. “Police always ask people to come forward if they have information? I’d like to do that.”

She was the girl that made time stand still.

THE FIRST DATE.

The restaurant was bustling with patrons, loud shouts ringing out from the kitchen, and the ding of a bell piercing the low tones of conversation. They were sequestered on a table, low of lighting, in the corner. Her shoulder was pinned to the wall in the cramped space, but Rooney couldn’t care less. Her eyes remained trained on her date, enamoured by her charm.

"I've heard you have a reputation, Detective." Estelle teased gently, her smile coy behind the rim of her cocktail glass.

Rooney eyed the girl carefully, examining the curve of her smile as carefully as she monitored any perpetrator. After a moment, she set down her own glass. “Alright, I’ll bite. What have you heard?”

“But where’s the fun in that? You don’t just walk into interrogations and lay down all your cards for a perp to see, do you?”

“Oh, so I’m a criminal now?”

“You could be, for all I know.”

“I’m many things, but a criminal isn’t one. I look criminally good, but so do you.”

“Really, Rooney?” Estelle laughed under her breath.

“Yeah, I heard it. You don’t have to tell me.” She smiled, averting her eyes to the table between them, color rising to her cheeks at her own absurdity. “But you know how I get around you, I say the most ridiculous things.”

“And you claim this isn’t a regular thing for you.” Estelle teased with a skeptical tone and a playful glint in her eyes.

“It isn’t! I swear, I’m usually very smooth.”

“That’s funny, because that’s not what my confidential informant told me.”

“Oh, you have a CI? Now you’re starting to sound like a detective.”

“Mhmmm.” Estelle hummed, setting down her empty glass. “They’re very handy to have.”

“I know your CI is my sister. But I’m sure she didn’t tell you everything there is to know about me.” Rooney asserted confidently, picking up her chopsticks, fumbling them between her thumb and middle finger.

“Then tell me something new, something no one else knows.” Estelle challenged, leaning forward in her seat with a coy grin.

Rooney stared at her for a moment, considering the woman before her, before lowering her attention to one of the plates of noodles between them. “Did Hannah tell you I can travel through time?” She asked, nonchalantly as she struggled to grasp the noodles with the slippery plastic sticks.

“She did say you were funny. Sometimes.” Estelle laughed, her tone warm and lighthearted.

“I’m not kidding. I really can.”

“You do say pretty ridiculous things around me, Rooney. You don’t have to try so hard to impress me-“

“You want to be a psychologist someday.” Rooney began, setting the chopsticks across her plate with a ding. “You’re not sure where, but you want to help people. Your favourite period of literature is Romanticism. Which isn’t at all what the name makes it seem, but you love reading. And you study, like a nerd, which is new for me, but I’ll learn to cope.“

Estelle stared at her blankly, her amused expression falling with every unsaid truth that passed from her date’s lips. “So...” she began, her voice wavered with vulnerability. “You’re my stalker. I can’t believe this. I have a subconscious thing for criminals, it seems-“ She huffed, collecting her phone from the table and reaching for her bag.

“-You think to send me flowers. After this date. A week after. You get my address from Hannah, to surprise me, and not embarrass me at the precinct in case I didn’t want them. You send Lilies, in the most beautiful arrangement I’ve ever seen, from the florist down the street.”

Estelle remained standing, her bag draped over her shoulder defensively as she examined Rooney’s expression incredulously. She waited expectantly in the silence, certain that her date’s serious eyes would crinkle and the edges with a playful smile, rejoicing in her prank. But none such came, the blue eyes staring back at her, widened, pleading.

After a beat of silence, Estelle retook her seat. Her fingers looped around the strap of her bag, tugging it taught nervously. She couldn’t believe she was actually entertaining the possibility of time travel. The notion did not sit comfortably within her ever logical mind.

“Wow. I impressed you so much in the first half of this date that you really came up with that plan whilst still on our date? I’ve outdone myself.” Rooney mused with a self-satisfied smile, her eyes trained upon the plates of food that remained between them as she picked up her chopsticks again.

"So.. if you can time travel, explain how it works." Estelle asked cautiously, her gaze never leaving the confusing bring before her.

“That’s the beauty of it. I have no idea how it works. And I don’t need to.”

“So you can just.. travel to anytime you want.”

The air rushed past Rooney’s teeth with a whistle as she inhaled, a slight grimace on her face.

“Yeeeah no. It just happens at random, and it takes me to a random point in time. Usually significant moments, but not always. One moment, I’ll be here, on a date with you. I’ll feel slightly...” She gestured, rolling her wrist in unintelligible circles with her chopsticks in hand. “... It’s kind of like when you have to sneeze. That feeling. And then I’ll blink and after a long moment, I’ll be somewhere else, in a different time. I’m there usually for a few minutes, before I get kicked back to the present. Well, my present.”

Estelle stared with her eyes narrowed, and her head slightly tilted. The information brought upon more questions than it answered. She leaned back and rubbed her forehead with her palm, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process all the new information.

“That’s an interesting way to tell me you don’t last long.”

“That’s-“ Rooney stammered, equal parts embarrassed, amused and outraged at her date’s quick wit.

Estelle took pity on her, her amused smirk easing. “You knew all that stuff because-“

“-Before we even met, I jumped to six months from now. And startled you whilst studying. Pre-sorry about that.”

“So you can tell me what happens in my future.”

“Nope.” She replied with a plosive pop. “I’ve seen glimpses, but even then, I wouldn’t tell you. No spoilers. It ruins all the fun, among other things.” She gestured absentmindedly as her mind ticked through the intricacies of time travel. “So this is really important.” Rooney began, raising her gaze to ensure her date was listening. “Because you will come across me from the past, and me from the future at random points. Don’t tell me- I mean her, any spoilers. Okay?”

Estelle nodded silently, the implications of having a time traveling date now weighing upon her.

“How do you know it’s not.. like a vision?” Estelle queried, unable to reason within herself why clairvoyance was suddenly a perfectly plausible explanation for the events of her evening.

“Because, I can change the course of history.”

“Way to brag.”

“Alright, fine. It’s not like I can do anything world changing, like kill Hitler or fuck -“

“Rooney.”

“Right. Time travel. Yeah, nothing world changing. The bigger the event I try to change, the more the universe resists.” She shrugged, seemingly more concerned with the fried rice on her plate than explaining her paradigm shifting existence. “But I can change some things, mostly to do with my life. Though I try not to.”

“Why not?”

“Because my time traveling ass of a sergeant tells me it’s an ‘unhealthy way for me to avoid grief’, and I should ‘enjoy the highs and lows of life’ or whatever. And whilst I enjoy seeing the vein in his neck pop out when he freaks out about my traveling, I don’t want him to go into the past and undo me or something.”

“You have a time traveling sergeant?”

“Yeah, but you missed the key point. He’s an ass.”

TIMERS

“You do understand what cruel irony this is, don’t you.” Rooney sighed dramatically, bundling her girlfriend in her arms before throwing herself onto the cushions of their couch with a huff. Their apartment was soon filled with intertwining warm laughter.

“It’s only an hour, don’t be so dramatic.” Estelle laughed, her knees curling under her as she sat in the her girlfriend’s lap. She indulged herself with a few moments spent in the detectives arms.

“Tell me what it’s going to take to make you take the night off from studying.” The blonde asked, her eyes never leaving the the girl’s lips.

Estelle couldn’t help the amused grin that surfaced as she caught onto her girlfriend’s whims. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Rooney’s cheek as she passed by to whisper in the shell of her girlfriend’s ear. “Just stop time for me then. So we can have all the time we want together.”

A shiver ran down Rooney’s spine. “You know that’s not how it works.”

“Well..” A hand came to rest in the centre of Rooney’s chest. “I guess you have an hour to work it out.” And with that, Estelle pushed off the girl’s chest, sliding back onto her feet gracefully. She whisked herself away to their room, a coy smile playing on her lips.

The click of the door lock ended Rooney’s moment of haze. She sobered, staring at the digital timer that stood on the coffee table across from her. It taunted her with its slow-moving red digits.

“This isn’t fair! You have a time wizard as a girlfriend, and you make her stare at a clock!” She called across the apartment, crossing her arms firmly across her chest.

JUMP [forward].

Estelle had managed to find a steady rhythm. Having cleared all the required readings, she had moved onto summarising them with delicate taps of her fingers to her laptop keys. Forty minutes had passed, most of which was spent placating her whining girlfriend from the other side of the door. But after a while, the detective had seemingly given up, likely distracted by the TV or whatever a time traveller occupied themselves with. Her comfortable silence was disrupted by a snap.

The unusual noise startled Stell. She spun in her chair to face the bed, where her girlfriend stood, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Rooney, how did you-“

“Oh fuck.“ She breathed, locking eyes with the seated woman, eyes wide with bewilderment. “Where am I?” “Our apartment..?”

“OUR? As in..” She flicked the point of her finger between them, her brow creased in confusion.

“Oh, spoilers.” Estelle winced, balling her fist and placing it in front of her lips, as if to stop more words from escaping. The warning Rooney had given her thundered into her mind.

She caught Rooney examining the large bed, and one of their pictures together framed by the bedside. “So this is forward. I can’t believe I really get to date you.” The blonde mumbled in awe, eyeing the picture with widened eyes of disbelief.

“What happened to no spoilers?” The brunette eyed her with a small smile curling at her lips. She couldn’t help but find Rooney’s reaction endearing. Romantic, even.

“When did I ever follow the rules?” Rooney replied, smirking at the stack of novels piled by the bedside. “Besides- if you know about spoilers, I’ve already told you about..” Her voice trailed off as pointed her finger squarely back at herself.

Stell paused, before nodding gently. She could feel the weight of the world on her shoulders. History hung in the balance over her decisions.

“Where do we meet?”

“No spoilers, Roo. I promise, we’ll meet soon.”

“You’re no fun.” She huffed petulantly, sitting down on the edge of the bed in dramatic fashion. But the smile could not be wiped off the detective’s face.

“Give me one hint. Before I have to go, and wait until I’m so lucky.”

Estelle eyed her carefully, eyes soft as she rose out of her desk chair, and sat close to the past-version of her girlfriend. She took the girl’s hand in her own, interlacing their fingers.

“I send you Lilies after our first date.”

SHOELACES.

Rooney recognised the grand fountain as soon as they entered the park. It all suddenly made sense. Stell’s odd behaviour for their day full of romantic gestures. The water splashing from spouts provided a gentle, soothing background noise to perhaps the most significant moment of her life.

She tried her best to tame the wild smile that threatened to spill into existence. In that moment, she wished time slowed, so she could commit every detail to memory. The way Stell would tuck her hair behind her ears when she was nervous, the way the sunlight reflected off the water’s surface and into her beloved’s eyes, the way the ring would glint in the sunlight when the box popped open.

But Rooney had watched this all before, from a distance. Certain spoilers couldn’t be helped, not when the universe threw her into treasured moments like this. She did nothing to interrupt, only to watch on with her heart fluttering, as she watched a beautiful moment of their future play out in front of her.

The detective was pulled from her thoughts when their clasped hands were pulled back. She turned to face her girlfriend, noticing the way the grip on her hand had tightened. The soft indent of the brunette’s cheek was visible. She had no doubt that teeth were worrying into the side of her cheek.

“Rooney. I know our story belongs on some Lifetime Movie. But I love it. I love us, and I love you-“

“One sec.” Rooney interjected, slipping her hand out of the brunette’s hold and bending at her knee. She held Stell’s alarmed gaze for a moment too long in silence. The unsaid words hung in the air between them, before lowering her attention to her shoes. She hunched forward over her knee, and threaded the fabric laces around her fingers, tying them in a neat bow.

Estelle couldn’t believe the timing. Her heart had lodged itself in her throat for those long seconds, because she’d be damned if Rooney took her perfectly planned proposal, and hijacked it in a cruel and wonderful twist of fate.

The mischievous smirk Rooney bore was hidden by the veil of hair that obscured the view of her face. She could hear the loud exhale of her girlfriend above.

After a few long moments of silence between them, Rooney took to her feet. “Sorry, go on. Didn’t want to trip.” She shrugged, before slipping her hand back into her girlfriend’s grasp. “You were saying.”

“I was..” The tips of Stell’s ears were flushed pink as she tried to settle her racing heart, and refocus her thoughts.

“You were saying how much you love me.” Rooney offered, a smug flash to her grin.

“I do, and-“ Stell paused mid-sentence as she eyed her beaming girlfriend. Her grin was not just smug, and not purely affectionate. There was a mischief in the quirk of her lips and she eyed as the detective chewed on the corner of her lip, trying to suppress the broadness of her grin. In that moment, it clicked.

“You knew!”

“Knew what?”

“Rooney!” She reprimanded, her eyes narrowing at the detective who grinned like a criminal.

“Alright, alright. But I can’t help what I see!”

“You could’ve told me you knew and saved me all the anxiety.”

“Well I haven’t said yes yet, have I.”

A pause between them, the truth to her words rang true and sent Estelle’s stomach into freefall, her reluctant smile falling with it.

“Well I assumed-“

“You idiot. Of course I was going to say yes. And for the record, this version of your proposal is way funnier to tell than the one I saw.”

“You’ll be lucky if you still have a girlfriend after all this.”

FUCK THE UNIVERSE.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Rooney wasn’t sure how much time had passed, nor did she care. For a rare moment of her life, she forgot about time, its passing as inconsequential as the gentle fingers that passed through her hair.

She was certain that the logical, ever consistent love of her life would return to talk. The detective deduced an emotional snap was what caused Stell to leave without a word, leaving her engagement ring on her bedside table. But with every passing week, with not a single sighting or reply- her theory crumbled. Never had she despised being so wrong on a solve.

In the silences, Rooney pieced her theory. Reasons upon reasons why she wasn’t good enough were stacked high. Every piece of evidence filed away in her mind, ready to be revisited in an instant. Her most frequently visited shred of evidence was time travel itself. It was a knowledge burden she placed on Estelle’s shoulders from the moment they met. She could not blame the girl for wanting the weight of history, the fates of others, to be lifted from her. Rooney had carried the burden for so long, and she had grown weary.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

She had never yearned for a jump forward, or a jump back, more in her entire life. Hours were wasted agonising over it. In that moment, the purpose of time travel was lost on her. She deserved closure.

Another silent sob wracked her body as she buried her face into the thigh of her best friend as hot tears slid down her cheeks.

Rooney was angry at time for giving her such a useless gift. And furious that the universe would let her love so deeply, so blindly.

To have given her the most wondrous girl, one she never deserved.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The clock mounted on their bedroom wall taunted her. It announced out every moment she was losing with her fiancé, in an inescapable and unstoppable march.

FOUND

They heal together, with the support of time.

Estelle had saved herself, with the strength of will that makes mountains tremble. But Rooney noticed her unease when people walked behind them, and the way her body tensed when the detective tried to hug her from behind.

Her fiancé was too busy draining tears from her besotted heart, beating herself into crippling vulnerability and cursing the universe for damning her to have entertained the idea of danger. Rooney had never felt like more of a failure. As a partner, or as a detective.

But ever so slowly, they rebuild together.

“We’ll be okay. Someday soon.” “Is that a spoiler?” “No, it’s a promise.”

BIG NEWS.

“What!? It worked? You’re pregnant?!”

Her wife eyed her incredulously. “Really Rooney? After all this time, and then some, you still haven’t learned how to act surprised.”

“…Fuck.”

LILY.

Rooney sat by her wife’s bedside, her eyes unable to move from the squishy face that poked out from fabric that swaddled their newborn in her wife’s arms. “Lily..” She repeated, savouring the way the name rolled off her tongue.

“Just wait until you scold her with that name, then you won’t be so happy repeating it.” Estelle teased her with a tired smile. Despite her exhaustion, she couldn’t help her amusement of her completely, and utterly infatuated wife.

She was a girl who made time stand still.

TIME BREAKS. [forward]

One moment, Rooney was standing by her wife, staring adoringly at their newborn daughter, the next, she was blinking, thrown in an unfamiliar hallway. She was in the dark, a soft light emanating from under the gap of the door she had appeared outside of.

“I am furious with her.” Estelle growled bitterly, the voice muffled from the other side of the door. “I am so mad with her for leaving me like this! After everything, all her reckless antics, she had to be the hero. It was selfish!”

“I know—”

“It’s not right! I shouldn’t have had to bury her!” Estelle heaved.

Rooney could’ve sworn time stopped in that moment. She heard the muffled crying, each sob beating her heart into an aching, smouldering mess.

Had she..

She found herself backing away from the door, and further down the hallway. In that moment, she believed she truly understood Jason’s warning about their curse of knowledge. Never had the burden felt heavier.

She turned on the spot, trying to orientate herself in the foreign place, and the foreign time. Her eyes caught the reflection of the photo frames hung along the wall.

She was reeling at the revelation, feeling cautious for the first time in her travels. The pictures were too tempting to avoid. Rooney examined each carefully, completely in awe of the array of special moments, suspended in time. Lily’s birth. First day of school. Family holidays. Pictures of them all together in the precinct. Lily, the flower girl of her Aunt Hannah’s wedding. Graduation. Graduation from the Police Academy. Lily, in her officer’s uniform, standing between her two proud mothers. Too caught up in the mixture of bittersweet sadness, she didn’t even notice the door opening, or the eyes that lay on her.

“You’re here..” A tearful voice whispered.

Rooney’s head snapped back to further up the hall. She stared at her wife, graced with signs of gentle ageing. Wispy hairs tucked behind her ears, eyes reddened and glassy with tears. Her heart-ached, wanting nothing more than to bundle her wife into her arms and comfort her.

“I’m sorry.” Her wife muttered, tearful, vulnerable and the smallest she had ever seen the light of her life. Against her better instincts, sensing that a spoiler was imminent, she couldn’t deny her wife comfort. She closed the distance between them, pulling her wife into an embrace in the dim light.

“Don’t be. You’ll be okay—“

“—I’m sorry for what comes next—for you, for us—and if I could stop time for you, I would. I would do it in a heartbeat.”

“It’s not like you haven’t asked me to do that a few times before.” Rooney whispered with a soft smile.

Estelle stared back at her with sadness in her eyes. “You look so young. I guess that means you’ve always known where we’ve been heading all along.”

“Stell, what happened?” Rooney already knew the answer. Her throat grew tight at the thought. “Where am I right now? What time?”

“It’s March, 2043.”

Rooney clenched her eyes shut and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. “Twenty-five years?” Her whispered to herself. The implications were distressing, something she could not come to face in that moment. “You’re killing it, I never would’ve guessed you’re Forty-Seven. You’re looking—”

“You’re incorrigible.” Estelle whispered, wiping her tears, the ghost of a smile on her lips. Rooney couldn’t help but reflect the small curve of her lips. But their moment of reprieve faded as quickly as it arose.

“Rooney? I’ve never asked you to go back and change things but I really, really need you to change this because I can’t survive it without—”

“Spoilers!” Rooney panicked, clamping her palms over her ears like a petulant child. In all her travels, one thing had remained consistent. Estelle never just gave up spoilers without a fight. “Just, I think I know what you’re going to say, and I just need a second.”

Rooney collected herself with a deep breath. To die was inevitable, particularly in her line of work. To die at Fifty made her swallow hard, carefully setting aside her anger at the universe for the unfairness of it all. To die a hero, protecting and serving others— she could not imagine a more fitting way to go. But to die with a wife and daughter, was as much a blessing as it was a curse. To see her wife’s grief was too much for her to stomach. But she knew that their time was limited, and she couldn’t be sure if she’d have another chance to comfort the love of her life. She knew her actions in the next few minutes would shape her family’s life. Slowly, she peeled her hands from the side of her head, opening her eyes to greet the inevitability bravely.

“Did I make you happy?” Rooney asked softly, distracting herself with memorising the grace of a woman she would have her time cut short with.

“I know we’ve always said no spoilers but if I told you the worst spoiler of all, could you forgive me?” Stell ignored her, the nerves clear in the way her voice broke. “Because I need you to change it, Roo.” She stepped back from the embrace with desperate, weary eyes, hands slipping into the detective’s. “I have never asked you before but I am pleading with you right now, unwrite it from time.”

“Did I make you happy?” Rooney asked again, focusing all of her turbulent feelings on the only thing that mattered anymore.

Stell began to sob, “Listen to me! I need you to go back and fix it! I need you to go back and—”

“If I made you happy for all of the days I had, then there is nothing to change—”

“—She’s dead, Roo,” Stell blurted, unable to contain the spoiler anymore in her shattered heart. “It’s not you. It’s worse. It’s more than worse. Lily is gone.”

Rooney let go of her wife’s hands and stumbled backwards.

Stell didn’t just—

Lily isn’t—

“And you can bring her back, you’re…you! You’ve saved lives before, innocent victims. You can save our little girl!”

This was not the solve. It couldn’t be.

Rooney felt the air leave her lungs in a violent sob. The air escaped through the puncture wounds of her broken heart. Her mind was a chaotic mess of all the evidence she had collected in the jump, trying desperately to find a way they all pieced together in a different solve, another reasoning that didn’t burn her newly minted world to ashes. Mothers don’t bury their children. That’s not the way the world works. Not her detective world.

“What are you—” Rooney halted, fingernails digging into the palms of her hands. “What do you mean she’s gone? She has just been born! She just grabbed my finger, I—I haven’t held her yet. She hasn’t even opened her eyes!”

“Estelle?” A concerned, familiar voice called from the door.

Rooney looked over, and for the first time in her entire life, she locked eyes with herself. There was a slowness to the way she reacted, as if she were unsurprised, as if she had been waiting for this meeting her entire life. The headache became overwhelming, as did the nausea. This was unnatural. She wasn’t supposed to cross timelines with herself. It left Rooney feeling faint and dizzy.

“You knew this whole time.” Estelle whispered, her voice trembled with betrayal, the realisation truly dawning upon her broken heart. “You knew from the very minute she was born where it was she was heading!”

“Stell, I promise you. I did everything I could to stop this.” The older woman tried to reason as the door was pulled shut gently behind her. “I spent my entire life trying to stop it. I tried to turn her away from joining the force, but that only pushed her toward it. I tried to keep her out of danger, but she— she’s our daughter. I swear, Stell, I did everything I could.”

“Tell me how to fix it.” Rooney snapped, staring at the pathetic, incapable, sorrowful version of herself that was not enough in this reality to stop all of this. She would do better. She would make this right. She caught the attention she was after, the older woman slowly met her stare. “Give me a place and a time. Just, give me a chance to prevent it! I don’t care what the cost is. I don’t care if I have to break the universe—”

“I know.” The older woman stopped her with an sympathetic softness in her eyes. “I’ve stood where you are and I replay this moment over, and over. I know what it’s like to understand, just for a split second, how it is feels to be desperate enough to break everything. You’ve never understood criminals, right up until now.”

“I will not become you!” Rooney spat. “Twenty-five years is enough time to do…something!” She became exasperated. “What kind of detective would I be if I couldn’t protect my own daughter!?”

She watched the flinch of her older self, knowing just how to dismantle herself as she had done time and time again. “It’s not enough time for anything.” The older version of herself glared furiously, the pain devouring her whole. She tempered her voice and tucked her chin over the shoulder of the woman crying in her arms. She paused and then whispered, “Twenty-five years is a blink, barely even a single breath, and you will waste every single beautiful moment of it worrying about the long future, searching for the clues to the one solve in your whole career that truly matters— the answers that the universe has decided you are not entitled to.”

“I will save my daughter.” Roo refused the truth with an adamant shake of her head. “Just tell me what it is I’m saving her from? I will change time even if I have to break the whole fucking thing and put it back together. I don’t care of the cost. I will force time to obey me.”

“Do you see now, love?” The older woman whispered down to her quiet wife. “All the times I wasn’t there, all the things I missed, why I coddled our daughter like I did. Do you understand now that she is who I became, to try and give you more time with Lily?”

Stell paused and guilt washing over her as she stared into the eyes of a desperate girl, just Twenty-Five years of age, struggling with the weight of a despairing future. She inhaled and raised her hands over her mouth, shaking her head in despair, suddenly aware and unable to make the truth go away that some things just can’t be fixed and this was one of them.

“I’m so sorry I’ve done this to you.” Stell whispered, glancing between them. “I was the one who gave you this burden since the day she was born…”

“One of you tell me how to save her!” Rooney snapped, her fists clenched in tight balls by her side. “Now isn’t the time for apologies and being sentimental. I need information. I need a time. A place. A plan.” She pleaded, eyes welling with tears for a daughter she had barely met.

“It’ll change. It does every time. That brave, brash, kind taught of yours will always run head first into danger. There are too many things to protect her from, and it’s always at Twenty-Five.”

“I know you think time can’t be made right but I have to try, especially for Stell.”

The older version of herself paused and nodded her head as if she were finally admitting defeat. She cleared her throat with a long sigh, “Twenty-Five years ago, I stood exactly where you’re standing right now and begged myself for answers just like you are begging yourself right now... It’s all a bit fucked, don’t you think?”

Rooney hesitated. “Isn’t that a good thing though? All of the previous versions of us must have came up with at least one possible solution between them?”

“The older version of me that I saw told me so much and yet missed out all the important bits. The truly, truly important bits. So desperate for me to unwrite the tragedy from time that she forgot to tell me all of the most crucial mistakes to make right. Sometimes the thing that horrifies me the most is the idea that this time loop of us...” She wagged her pointer finger between Rooney and herself. “...is infinite. Which means I have failed my wife and daughter an infinite number of times. I won’t let you fail them again.”

Rooney nodded and stepped forward. The future version of herself unravelled her arms from her wife and squeezed her hands, reassuring her with small words to take a leap of faith, promising her that she finally understood how to help heal this gaping wound. Then, eventually, she took a step forward too.

“You’re going to go back to that hospital and hold your newborn daughter in your arms, Roo. You’re going to cradle her tight and tell her that you love her and that you’re always going to protect her, that you’re never going to take your eyes off of her for a single second.”

Rooney furrowed her brow in confusion. “Wait, I thought you said you would—”

The older woman suddenly grabbed her by the biceps tightly, she leaned in with clenched teeth and watering eyes filled with regret. “You’re going to learn how to forgive your wife for giving you this burden. You’re going to learn how to do that quickly, okay? She forgives you all the time, for the indescribably stupid things you do. Because she loves you. Because life is short and when the big heartbreak comes, you’ll wish you had given her more happy memories and you can’t do that while you’re hating her for things she has yet to do.”

The woman pulled Rooney close into her chest, embracing her tightly with solid warm arms that had all the same scars. She continued, “You make sure you tell Lily a bedtime story every single night, especially the one about the brave girl who told the truth, who didn’t believe in time wizards and the like. You make sure you’re there every single night to tell her the stories of the life you have lived.”

Rooney nodded and allowed herself to be held, she allowed herself to be broken, beaten, humbled, and finally, human. She slowly accepted this truth as a knot sewn too deeply into the tapestry of time. She allowed herself to hurt in ways she never could have ever imagined it was possible to hurt, and then she allowed a hand to smooth over her spine like a mother tending a child. The woman in front of her squeezed her tightly until the same heart, made of the same atoms, beat against itself out of rhythm.

The older version of herself carried on speaking too fast, “Teach her how to drive stick yourself because Stell can barely drive an automatic. Always tell her you love her even when she says she hates you. Forgive her quickly when she comes home with boyfriends and girlfriends you hate. The only reason she does it is because she wants your attention. She won’t understand what it is you’re preoccupied with all the time, or why you struggle so hard to let her grow up and let go. And you can never let her understand it either, because even in the moments you’re tempted to tell her the big spoiler, even when she incessantly infuriates you by acting like she has all the time in the world to stroll around, you must never ever tell Lily or Stell the things you know, do you promise me?”

“I- I promise. I promise I won’t tell them.”

“Good, that’s good. You’re no where nearly as witless as I remember myself.” The older woman reassured, teasing her lightly in a fashion truly hers.

“This final part is the most important of all, Roo, are you listening carefully?”

“Yes.”

“You need to be there for your wife once it happens. You need to be the one to tell her, because you’ll forever regret it if you let someone else break the news to her.” Her hands shake as they squeezed tighter, regret filling the air between them “It must be you. Because your arms need to be the first ones she falls into in grief, just as you need hers around you to heal.” The old woman grew stern and released her arms tightly.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to live with this/” Rooney admitted, overcome with helplessness that made her skin crawl.

“When you go back it will hurt, of course it will hurt.” The older woman clicked her tongue while shaking her head softly, slipping her battle scared hands into Rooney’s. “But she’s going to teach you that wonderful things are possible, Roo. It’s all so scary and sad now, but better to get it out of the way at the beginning, don’t you think?”

Rooney straightened herself with a deep breath. The fear absolutely radiated off of her, it punched out like a heater in the midsts of summer. Inside, her pain became acidic and violent. It washed up against her bones and made them sore and barely capable of keeping her upright. But a mother she now was and upright and dependable she would have to be.

And in a moment, a click, she was gone again.

BE SOFT.

Estelle asked, flicking her gaze up to the sound of the click that sounded next to her. “Where did you end up this time?”

Rooney stared back at her blankly, eyes readjusting to the harsh glow of fluorescent hospital lights. Her eyes refocused and saw the love in Stell’s eyes.

“You really can’t control when that happens, can you.” Stell teased casually, her eyes falling back to their daughter, cradled in her arms.

“Doesn’t matter.” Rooney dismissed quickly, eagerly taking their newborn daughter in her arms. She couldn’t hide the tears that fell, the heartbreak still raw and world-shattering. Her eyes were trained upon the tiny, perfectly formed features of their daughter’s face.

Estelle eyed her wife carefully, the seemingly sudden outpouring of emotion catching her by surprise. “Roo—“

“I love you, I’ll always going to protect you, I’m never going to take my eyes off of you for a single second.”

#( rooney x estelle )

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Mond Twins Profile

((With me recently starting to make “masterlists” for profiles and headcanons for my OCs like Satsuki, Mineko, and Quinn, I decided to add my Kuroshitsuji OCs, Thomas and Katherine Mond, to that list (of lists). They were originally created for roleplaying on here (the original account being @bittersweetdragees), but my muse for RPing and elaborate storytelling over small headcanon musings and blurbs hasn’t been with me lately. That, and I originally created with the twins with the idea of RPing in mind, so while they have a general backstory and personalities, they felt very disjointed from the Kuro world because I left their relationship with canon characters up to interpretation via RPing for the longest time. So I’ve taken the self-indulgent route and rewrote their profiles a little to start fitting them into one of my favorite series more comfortably. That’s not to say I won’t return to RPing, but in the meantime I can have my fun.

With that being said, there are manga spoilers in their profile up to the most recent chapter(s). I’ll keep their entire profile under a Read More just because it’s long as hell, but this is also the only warning you get if you don’t want to be spoiled for the story. This is also going to just be their backstory post and not their actual masterlist for things like headcanons and such, but this will be linked in their masterlist.

Last Updated: 2/15/2021 -- added Carrolton’s gambling background as well as his tutelage of Katherine in the art of gambling; added commissioned reference pictures))

BASIC INFO

FULL NAME(S): Thomas Alphons Mond / Katherine Alizee Mond

RACE: human; British Caucasian (German (paternal) and French (maternal) ancestry)

AGE: 18 (November 21; Scorpio)

GENDER: male / female

EYES: green

HAIR: burnt orange

APPEARANCE

((art by Amber Jin))

Thomas is a young lad of standard build (6'2"; 158 lbs) and a lean, strong body. He has long, dark orange hair. He has narrow, but kind eyes that are a deep green color. He wears glasses due to farsightedness.

Katherine is a young lady of standard build (5'6", 137 Ibs) with an hourglass shape. She has long, dark orange hair. She has gentle, but mature eyes in a shade of vibrant green. She wears glasses due to nearsightedness.

HOBBIES

Currently enrolled at Weston College in the Green Lion dorm, Thomas is proficient in physical activities such as sports and martial arts. His strong points include archery, wrestling, and quarter-staff fencing, and, to a lesser extent, track and field. He is an average player when it comes to more sport-like activities (instead of combat sports or sports using weaponry), but below average when compared to the whole of the Green Lion dorm. Outside of sports and martial arts, he enjoys practicing his handwriting, eating, jewelry making, and practicing the flute.

Working with her mother at the family’s bakery and cake shop, Katherine’s hobbies mostly revolve around cooking pastries. She has been noted as a prodigy in sugar and candy sculptures, and has become an expert at the craft after two years of working. Her main interests outside of work is shopping, ballet, attending parties, and playing the violin. Though not a hobby per say, Katherine often practices knife throwing to be used in combat should she find herself in danger, and receives fencing lessons from both a private tutor and Francis Midford. In her spare time, Katherine was taught by their uncle, Jim Carrolton, about human behavioral patterns and his extensive knowledge of gambling, leading to her to be a master gambler albeit under an alias.

Both twins enjoy being together when they can, and often indulge in each others' hobbies when applicable. Katherine goes along with Thomas on hunting expeditions, and "practices" with him in archery and staff fencing, but her horrible shortcomings in these sports and Thomas's desire to help her improve often lead to him further understanding the intricacies of the sport and therefore improving himself. Likewise, Thomas enjoys helping Katherine at the bakeshop their family owns, though his tendency to eat ingredients and product over baking makes him more of a hindrance than an asset, and Katherine finds it less stressful as "hobby swapping" goes to let him accompany her on shopping trips so he can carry her purchases.

PERSONALITIES

Both of the twins are extremely similar in terms of not only appearance, but also in personality. They are generally soft-spoken, kind people with a regal air about them that makes them intimidating at first sight, but very approachable once one gets to know them. They are better at listening than talking due to their trained instinct to gather information over sharing it, and most people don't realize this and simply assume the twins are shy or just naturally submissive. In reality, the two are naturally manipulative, bending their personalities and quirks to please the company they're in to improve their reputations in the community. They'd never take advantage of someone who's put their trust in them unless it was their intent from the very start, but their jaded idea of the world have caused them to view socializing as more of a game to win at instead of an enjoyable experience. The majority of people never catch onto this internal thinking, but those who're really familiar with the twins know better than to believe everything they say, and even their own parents have a hard time trusting their children at some moments. However, despite their separated feeling from the rest of the world, they're very genuine in their feelings towards people they do care about.

In their hearts, Thomas and Katherine believe that they are one in the same or two halves of the same being. They have some of their own opinions and beliefs, but ultimately have trouble with coming to terms of being separated from one another. They can cope with being separated physically, as they had to become accustom to it once Thomas enrolled in Weston, but the thought of truly losing each other fills them with a sense of dread and anxiety, sometimes just the idea of it driving them to nightmares. It's for this reason why they're not focused on finding future spouses, as well as they don't regard most potential suitors with much respect.

Since they don't take courting seriously, the two have developed very flirtatious personalities over the course of the years. From sultry gazes to flattery to pecks on the hand and cheek to pulling their current object of affection away from a crowd for some more "personal" time together, the twins have mastered the art of getting their way with candied words and soft affections among their peers. Thomas, having already had experience, has no trouble taking his flings to a sexual level, but Katherine keeps her own trysts mostly innocent and never goes beyond heavy petting and make out sessions.

HISTORY

The Mond twins were born during a great snowstorm on the eve of the 21st of November. Their parents often relay the story of Barbra having contractions for several hours during a flurry when it started to hail hard enough to crack several windows of their manor between the time Thomas started his second stage of labor and when he was born, and had descended to a gentle snowfall by the time Katherine was born minutes later. It was a wholesome anecdote to most people who heard it, but Richard and Barbra often use this tale as an example of how they were "destined" to live, with Thomas being the cold warrior under the Queen's service while Katherine was the delicate lady to represent the Monds' nobility. The parents use the phrase "frigid as ice, soft as snow" to try and coerce the twins into carrying out their duties if they feel their children are straying from their paths. The twins twisted this phrase to their own use when they're alone, saying "frigid as ice, soft as snow; together are we, under starlit glow" to each other, speaking in few words that even though they are destined to live very different lives that they are still siblings and twins and believe they are, at their core, one in the same and will always have each other even if the world betrays them.

Richard, being a judge hand-picked by the Queen to handle certain legal intricacies of the Underground, was very familiar with the shady structures and dealings that kept England in power over the years, and made allies and enemies alike because of this position. One such ally was Vincent Phantomhive and his family. By the time the Phantomhive twins were born, the Mond twins were four years old, and the age gap was small enough that the two sets of siblings became longstanding friends with each other through frequent play dates. Thomas got along well with the elder Phantomhive twin, Ciel (R!Ciel), because of their more active personalities, while Katherine sympathized with his younger, frailer brother (O!Ciel). As time passed, O!Ciel slowly became enamoured with Katherine as she was the only girl, other than Elizabeth, he was close to. While Elizabeth was engaged to R!Ciel as was arranged to uphold the Phantomhive legacy, once Vincent and Rachel noticed O!Ciel's feelings for Katherine beginning to blossom, Vincent talked with Richard about betrothing the two to one another. This was partially out of concern for O!Ciel's shyness and sickliness possibly interfering with him finding a wife in the future, but also out of convenience as the Mond family was well-acquainted with the Underground and would save the need for either explanation or deception for another fiancee. Richard agreed with the latter, but primarily agreed to the proposal as Katherine marrying into the Phantomhives would be a step up in their family's status among English nobility. Katherine had apprehensions about this due to O!Ciel being (in her mind) considerably younger than her, but quickly changed her mind when Barbra convinced her that O!Ciel would thrive under the love and care of a fiancée like her. Since then, she became exceptionally affectionate and doting towards O!Ciel up until the day the Phantomhive manor was attacked and the twins disappeared. Thomas was less than thrilled at Katherine getting betrothed at such a young age, especially since he knew it was ultimately a "marriage of convenience" for their parents, but he stifled his objections since he knew at the very least that he trusted and cared about the Phantomhive twins and wasn't worried about O!Ciel mistreating her.

As the twins grew, the plans their parents had in mind for them came into fruition early in their lives. Thomas began to be trained in combat sports and techniques early in his life, and was gradually exposed to the tasks his father was responsible for in working for the Queen while Katherine was groomed to be the ideal English Lady for her future Phantomhive husband. As the firstborn and only son, Thomas was expected to follow in Richard's footsteps in serving the Queen, either directly or indirectly; the older Mond has more or less accepted this fate, though to say he fully embraces it is debatable.

Like all the men from his lineage, Thomas entered Weston College when he was 13. He was admitted into the Green Lion dorm for his proficiency in physical activities. While his strengths are in sports that can be translated into combat (archery, wrestling, quarter-staff fencing), he was and still is often reprimanded for his lax attitude in sports like cricket, which he considers less engaging and sees as mere games than anything he should strive to be better at. During his second year at Weston, he walked in on his senior kissing another student and, while surprised and confused at first, has come to grow comfortable with homosexuality over the years. Once his senior graduated, he has not become anyone else’s fag or taken on a fag of his own. Between years 14-16, Thomas was an incredibly violent individual in school and got into brutal fights with his fellow students, even his own dorm mates because of misdirected rage and frustration towards his responsibilities at home. While this earned him plenty of punishment at the time, his ruthless behavior and tendency to seriously injure the other students established a strong dominance among those in his years, and students who know his name tend to know not to anger him, even though he’s mellowed out with time.

While her brother trained under their father’s tutelage, Katherine looked to their mother for direction. Barbra began introducing her to hobbies such as ballet and playing the violin, and when she expressed interest in one of her mother’s favorite hobbies, baking, she joined her in the kitchen on a regular basis. When Katherine grew depressed because of Thomas moving to Weston College at age 13, Richard and Barbra decided to purchase a shop in London for a bakery that they hoped would distract Katherine from the “loss” of her brother. Although they did not say this directly, Katherine knew it was the reason for purchasing the establishment. However, she tried use this to her advantage to take her mind off her brother’s absence, and studied and practiced many forms of baking and candy work. By age 16 she managed to master most baking techniques and was considered a genius in sugar sculpture work. She has also grown well-practiced in her sub-hobbies, but she is not as focused or proficient in them as some other girls her age. Though spending her free time at the shop, Katherine regularly attended her classes in embroidery and etiquette in order to train for the reputation she was expected to receive as a Phantomhive wife. Her extensive time in London, in proxy to the twins’ uncle, he ended up teaching Katherine about the Carrolton family tradition of becoming elite gamblers. Though a role initially reserved for the males in the family, Carrolton, without children of his own, decided to teach both Thomas and Katherine the craft, but was only able to teach Katherine due to her brother’s extensive time in Weston.

The Mond twins were 14 when the attack on the Phantomhive manor took place. It cause the whole family upset at losing their friends and allies, but it caused Katherine a great deal of distress at the thought of losing her fiancé. Though only friendly acquaintances up until that point, the incident brought Katherine and Lizzie closer together and they helped each other through their grief. Katherine affectionately started calling Lizzie "my little sister" during this time to comfort her, as they would've been sisters through their respective marriages, but she stopped once "Ciel" returned a year later, as saying so reminded her that despite "Ciel" surviving, her own fiancé was gone and it still pained her years later.

Though aware of his father's responsibilities and trained in combat sports and techniques early on, knowing he would eventually inherit those duties himself, Thomas only felt the true impact of it all after the attack on the Phantomhive manor. Richard, in order to introduce his son to the full weight of what was expected of him in the future, had Thomas perform an underground execution on a prisoner by shooting him in the head. This first instance frightened Thomas, but he kept a stoic face in order to not disappoint his father. Not knowing of his son’s full discomfort, Richard had Thomas perform more and more killings and assassinations over the years. Though Thomas has gradually gotten used to what is expected of him, he has taken to smoking opium after a killing to associate taking a human life with a feeling of numbness. He became acquainted with an opium den in London that has become his main supplier for such. Katherine was the only one that picked up on his true feelings regarding his assassinations, including his first one, and tried her best to nurture her depressed brother, and attempted to convince him not to blame himself for what he had to do. Ever since then, she tried to look out for her brother's well-being, and does all she can to comfort him in times of depression and doubt.

Shortly after he started regularly visiting the opium den, still at age 14, one of Richard’s "colleagues" in the Underground humorously purchased a session with a prostitute named Xiao Mei for Thomas. Thomas, intoxicated from the drug at the time, did not reject her advances and lost his virginity to her. Despite the dubious consent of their first time, Thomas grew affectionate towards Xiao Mei and makes sure to see her whenever he visits the den. When he was 16, Xiao Mei became impregnated with his child, Julius. Though never directly told by Xiao Mei, Thomas is aware Julius is his child. Given the delicacy of the situation with Thomas being from an aristocratic family, Thomas is unable to raise Julius properly, though he and Richard try to give Xiao Mei money to keep her and the child comfortable (and, in Richard's case, to silence her about the child's parentage even though she does so of her own volition).

When the Mond twins were in their mid-teens, Richard was the target of his own assassination attempt from the disgruntled lover of a prisoner he had recently sentenced. He was with Katherine at the time and the attacker originally targeted her with her gun, but Richard blocked the shot. He survived the attack, but lost an eye in the process. This incident greatly shook Barbra, who realized that even if Katherine wasn't directly involved in the Underground that she could still be a target for assaults by association, and she arranged for Katherine to train in knife-throwing and fencing to make her capable in combat should the need arise. Barbra would've preferred for her to learn firearms to be able to protect herself from a distance, but Katherine's nearsightedness combined with being unable to handle the recoil from guns led to her study in blades instead.

Currently, the twins are swept up in their own lives. After the murders of the Phantomhives and several other unsavory incidences throughout their childhood, Thomas and Katherine have become less trusting of others and only truly confide in each other even though they love and respect their parents well enough. The two visited "Ciel" regularly once he returned, but their visits gradually became few and far between for a few years as time went on. However, they recently became "messengers" for Richard when their father needed to contact "Ciel" or send him documents with the twins going in his place (which is primarily Thomas's responsibility and Katherine just tags along). The two are still kind and friendly with "Ciel" despite the Phantomhive's radical change in personality. Katherine in particular is very affection towards him (once calling him "brother" to attempt what she had done to bond with Lizzie, though never called him that again when it struck how much heartache it actually caused her to say that, both for her and visibly for "Ciel"), which Lizzie can get tense and upset about but keeps her feelings to herself as long as Katherine doesn't "overstep her boundaries" since she knew the redhead's affections simply came from a place of overcoming grief. "Ciel" snaps at or tries to dissuade Katherine from treating him as such when they're in the presence of other company but if it's just them (and Sebastian and Thomas and not other servants or guests) he's a lot more tolerant of her actions. Thomas is much more outspoken with "Ciel" than he is with any of his colleagues at school and treats him with his own brand of affection similar to a brotherly love, but the younger boy frequently rebuffs him. Despite the Phantomhive's new treatment towards the twins compared to before the fire, the twins care about "Ciel" dearly and try to do whatever they can to help him.

Under a disguise, Katherine regularly attends underground auctions, casinos, and gambling parlors. Through this she was able to amass a fortune separate from her family’s name as well as procure several properties throughout Europe as well as many connections to some powerful figures, both useful and unsavory.

ROMANCE PREFERENCES

Thomas’s taste in romantic partners is very open and varied, but he prefers partners who are ultimately submissive to him. While he enjoys strong personalities and people who can handle themselves, he feels most confident and comfortable when he believes his partners “need” him or he’s otherwise stronger than them (either physically or mentally but preferably both) as he likes thinking that he’d be able to protect them. This isn’t to say he wouldn’t be interested in someone he considered equal to or even stronger than himself, but it would take much longer to enter a long-term relationship with him of some sorts as he’d be stubborn to admit he wants to be with someone who might not rely on him. Thomas is bisexual.

Not surprising of a young aristocratic woman, Katherine’s tastes are a little spoiled and she desires for someone who can take care of and protect her. She will deny it if directly asked, as she hates admitting her vulnerabilities and thoroughly believes she can take care of herself because of her upbringing, but deep down she knows she has no experience handling dangerous situation and wants someone who can defend her if Thomas isn’t present. She might be open to being with someone “weaker” than her, though it would take a long time before she takes their (or her own) feelings seriously. On the surface this is because she wants someone to take care of her rather than vice-versa, but deep down this is mostly because anyone smaller/meeker than her reminds her of O!Ciel, who she still grieves the loss of. Katherine also needs someone who accepts her desire to spend time working in her family’s bakery in her spare time or otherwise isn’t intimidated by her ambition, and won’t settle well with someone who thinks that they can tell her what she can and can’t do (at least not in a long-term relationship). Katherine is heterosexual and a virgin, but she's had more than her fair share of flirting and "flings" in the past.

FAMILY/HOUSEHOLD

RICHARD MOND-Thomas and Katherine’s father. Has blond hair and blue, almost grey eyes. Works as a judge. Though his duties are relatively normal on the surface, he sometimes does under-handed dealings to coincide with the Queen’s wishes (though rarely ever contacted by the Queen directly). This may include things such as destroying and forging evidence, secretly releasing or executing prisoners, or allowing special legal privileges to the Queen’s other servants. Though he appears gruff and serious, he is actually an incredibly friendly and approachable individual in a casual setting. He attended Weston College as a Sapphire Owl student in his teenage years.

BARBRA MOND-Thomas and Katherine’s mother. Has dark orange hair and green eyes, like her children. Works and manages a small bakery and cake shop in London (named “Lady Mond’s Pati-Boulan”). Though very informed of her husband’s works, she tries not to interfere or comment on his tasks, but she has gained quite a bit of knowledge of some workings as a result. She tries to shelter the twins as much as she can, she knows giving them a completely normal life is an impossibility. She comes off as slightly more hostile and protective than her husband in most situations, and tries to live up to a strict and elaborate standard of being the matron of a high-end English family.

JIM CARROLTON-Barbra’s older brother. Jolly, round and looks much like a real-life Santa Claus. Works as a jewelry maker, specializing in custom-made pieces. Very good-natured, he is an unassuming man, but very wise. Was previously married to Amandine, who passed away from illness a few years after the twins were born. Loved her to the point where he never remarried and has never considered doing so. Has no children. He attended Weston College as a Violet Wolf student in his teenage years. As a the firstborn male of the Carrolton family, he was taught how to hyper-analyze human behavior patterns in order to manipulate others. The Carrolton family traditionally used these techniques to initially amass their fortune via gambling. While Jim hardly gambles himself, he still uses the techniques to aid in his salesmanship and business practices, and he went on to teach Katherine (he desired to teach both twins, but due to Thomas’ extensive stay at Weston, he was only able to fully teach Katherine).

AMANDINE CARROLTON-Jim’s late wife. Was known to be a very kind woman, but died from illness not long after her nephew and niece were born. The love she had with her husband was strong enough to the point where he never remarried. Has no children.

VERNON MOND-Richard’s father. Born in England, he moved to Germany after retiring. He attended Weston College as a Green Lion student in his teenage years.

HILDA CARROLTON-Jim and Barbra’s mother. Currently resides in Paris, France.

MASON-the family butler.

OLGA-Barbra’s maid. Originally from Germany, she’s still getting a hang of the English language.

ANAISE-Katherine’s maid. Cheerful and a bit of a gossip.

ABBY-the family’s St. Bernard. Very old, but very lovable and loyal.

XIAO MEI-a Chinese prostitute and Thomas’s longest-standing lover. She took Thomas’s virginity when he was 14 in a session purchased for him by one of Richard’s colleagues. While aware of his social status and the unlikelihood of them having a serious relationship, she is incredibly affectionate to Thomas, so much so that she decided to carry her pregnancy to term when she discovered she was pregnant with his child, whom she named Julius. However, she did so fully expecting to not receive any support from the Mond family and never directly told Thomas that Julius was his child. However, Thomas and Richard were able to see the similarities and figure it out, though they keep with the charade for appearances sake, knowing that an illegitimate son with a prostitute could damage the family’s reputation. However, they still try to sneak Xiao Mei extra money when they can so she and Julius can live comfortably. She is currently 23 years old.

JULIUS-the illegitimate son of Xiao Mei and Thomas Mond. Currently 2 years old. While Thomas is aware Julius is his son, Julius doesn’t know that Thomas is his father, though he enjoys the man’s visits. Currently the only people who know of Julius’s connection to Thomas are Xiao Mei, Thomas, Richard, and Katherine.

((art by KuudereCupcake))

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