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jamiewintons · 2 years

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Heya ! I read all your Thomas related writings and I must say that I love them, it's so much fun to read ! Could I request a fic or drabble where the ghost!reader who came from a similar era as Thomas, disappeared 3 years before Allison's arrival and everyone thought that she had moved on but in reality she was just asleep somewhere and they just forgot to check that specific place so reader just comes back without realising that years went by and Thomas is just in SHOCK 😂 thank you !!

This was a fun idea! I hope you enjoy what I wrote, anon!

Warnings: One s*xual comment (made by Julian). Both Thomas and the reader being dramatic and sappy.

As your eyes fluttered open and you looked around at your surroundings, you realised you'd fallen asleep in the attic. Again. You really needed to stop wandering up there.

You had a bad habit of falling asleep in the strangest of places, which you believed was a lasting effect of your death. You had died in your sleep, and would often find yourself so tired that you'd take very long naps, sometimes for days on end if no one came to wake you. Though this time, you had seemed to have awoken on your own. That was good. You hated to be a bother.

Enthusiastic to get to go and see your fellow ghosts, you stood from your rather uncomfortable sleeping place on the floor with a yawn. You walked out through the wall and descended the stairs, taking a look around you as you strolled through the hallway. Everything looked… nicer. Far less dilapidated. No cobwebs littering the ceiling corners. No dripping water. You couldn’t imagine that Heather had been going around cleaning and repairing things, the poor woman was so old and frail that she could barely find the strength to leave her bed most days. Plus, her money had all but run out, so she hardly could have been hiring people to do it for her.

All of those thoughts seemed to leave your head when you saw a familiar head of dark brown curls walking around the corner, and with a smile and a wave, you greeted him.

“Good morning, Thomas, it’s lovely to see you,” you said politely, and watched the man stop dead in his tracks.

Thomas’ eyes went wider than you’d ever seen them as he stared at you unblinkingly. “H…heavens above…” he stammered, “This is… what on Earth?”

“Oh, Thomas, are you feeling alright?” you asked him, concerned. His eyes grew wider still when you placed a gentle hand on his arm, and he spent a few more moments simply staring at you, utterly flabbergasted, before abruptly turning away and bolting through a wall.

As you stood there alone, you felt your heart sink. What was wrong with Thomas this morning? He was usually so happy to see you, all sweet smiles and kind words. Had you done something to offend him? The two of you were getting along perfectly fine the last time you spoke, and that was only yesterday. What could have changed?

Dejected, you turned and walked back towards where you had awoken in the attic.

“Everybody, please, be quiet for a moment, I beg of you!” Thomas exclaimed, nearly tripping over his own feet as he burst through the wall into the common room, where all of the other ghosts were sitting, seemingly listening to something that the Captain was saying.

“What is it, Thorne?” The Captain asked, sounding more than a little impatient. “I think you will find that we were all supposed to meet here at–”

“Y/N! She was there! I saw her! Oh, good God, I thought she was gone forever…” Thomas collapsed dramatically into the chair by the window, almost as if he had fainted, but he was wide awake.

“Y/N? Who’s Y/N?” inquired Alison, who Thomas had surprisingly not noticed was present in the room until she spoke up.

“Another ghost that lived here a while ago. Moved on a few years before you showed up,” Pat explained as he adjusted his glasses. “Didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to her.”

“Thomas in big love with her,” Robin added with an amused smirk. “He cry for days when she leave.”

“I did not cry for days, actually, I–”

“Was she wearing all of her clothes when you saw her?” Julian interjected, with a smirk of his own, though his was far more mischievous than Robin’s had been.

Thomas let out a loud, scandalised gasp. “Of course she was!”

Julian shrugged nonchalantly. “I thought you might have been having one of those dreams,” he said with a wink, as if his tone didn’t convey what kind of dream he was talking about. “I mean, everyone knows how much you wanted to f–”

Thankfully the Captain cut Julian off before he could finish his sentence, which would certainly have caused he and Thomas to begin fighting, and not for the first time. “Yes, thank you, Julian. Anyway, Y/N has been gone for years, so Thorne can’t have seen her.”

“I swear, she was right in front of me! She said good morning… and touched my arm…” Thomas was holding his hand over his heart, which surely would have been beating frantically if he were still alive. “I was shocked, of course, so I ran down here, and–Oh God, I left her so suddenly, I hope I haven’t upset her.”

Thomas looked back to his fellow ghosts, noticing that they were all still staring at him with either disbelief, sympathy, or a mix of both. He scoffed, offended. “Fine. If you all doubt me, I shall go and find her myself, and prove to you that I am not simply imagining things.”

He stormed out of the room through the wall, irritated that no one believed what he was saying. Why on Earth would he imagine you there, after you being gone for three years? In all honesty, he did his best to not think about you, it hurt him far too much. You had gone and moved on before he’d had the chance to tell you how he felt… if only he’d gathered his courage sooner…

But none of that mattered now, because you were back. Thomas had no idea how, but he was never going to question such a glorious miracle. Why would he? It didn’t matter how it happened, only that it had. Under the initial shock, he still felt the same warmth in his chest when he looked at you; something that should have been impossible owing to the fact that he was dead.

Thomas went back to where he had seen you earlier, though you were no longer there. That made sense he supposed, he had been gone for a while as he argued with everyone else about whether you existed at all. He wouldn’t expect you to just stand there in the hallway and wait around for him.

So he traversed the hallways, searching for where you could have got to.

You were sitting on the floor in the attic in the same spot you had awoken, solemnly staring at the wall. Thomas had been so distressed when he saw you, and you had no idea why. He was so dear to you, more so than anyone you’d ever known, so the idea you could have done something to make him hate you hurt you deeply.

Tears prickled in your eyes as you laid back down, hoping that you might fall asleep again, but for once you were completely wide awake. Of course, the one time you actually wanted to sleep for a few days, you were completely incapable.

You didn’t know how long you were laying there, wishing for rest, before you heard a shout from outside the door and sat up abruptly, startled.

“Damnation!” It was Thomas’ voice you could hear, you recognised it well. “How could God be so cruel, allowing me to see my love once more, only to tear her away from me again moments later?”

You gasped aloud, hand clutching at your chest. Thomas had just said that he loved you, hadn’t he? All sorts of emotions were coursing though you at such an admission. You had to see him, ask him if what he had said was true. Standing up, you walked over to the door, poking your head through to see what was going on outside. Thomas was sitting on the floor, his face buried in his hands.

“Thomas?” you said quietly as you stepped through the door, and he turned his head to look up at you, seeming just as shocked as he had earlier.

“Y/N!” Thomas scrambled to his feet, trying to make himself look more presentable. “You are back, I haven’t gone mad! Oh, I do not think I have been quite this happy in all of my days!”

“I am glad to see you too, Thomas,” you replied, confusion evident in your expression. “But I do not understand what you mean, you say that I am ‘back’, but back from where?”

“No one has seen you for three years, Y/N,” Thomas explained, shuffling his feet awkwardly, clearly wishing to get closer to you but at the same time not wishing to be improper. “One day, you were simply gone. No one could find you. So we all assumed that you must have moved on.”

“Three years?” you repeated in disbelief. “That… that cannot be true, Thomas. I remember speaking with you just yesterday, you told me that you had something important you must tell me when we could get a moment in private. I must admit I was slightly nervous about what you might say, so I came up here to think, and I must have fallen asleep… then I awoke this morning…” You paused, the realisation hitting you. “Surely I could not have been asleep for three whole years?”

“I believe that is the only explanation,” Thomas said, though a wide grin had come to his face. “But it matters not, because you have returned to me, Y/N, and I am overjoyed.”

You should have been thinking more about the terrifying idea that you’d slept through three years, but you found yourself quite distracted by Thomas’ lovely smile. If you’d been alive, you knew you’d be blushing from how he was looking at you.

“I know it has been so long, but I see that we are quite alone,” you said, looking around for a sign of anyone else lingering in the vicinity. “Perhaps you could tell me what you had wished to say that day? If you wish to, of course.”

“Ah, well, I had composed a poem in your honour…” Thomas said, his smile becoming more bashful as he fidgeted with his hands.

“A poem, for me? Oh, Thomas, that is so sweet of you. I would love to hear it.” You had always been more than happy to listen to Thomas’ poetry, even if everyone else hated it. He was always so passionate when he recited his work, and that was one of the things you loved most about him.

“I am afraid that I no longer recall the words I had intended to say to you, but if you would allow me, I think I would be able to convey the meaning behind them in a different way.” Thomas was looking at you with such affection, though you could notice a great deal of anxiety behind his eyes as well.

Thomas stepped forward, so there was barely even an inch separating the two of you. Was this going where you thought it was going? You felt like you might faint. Thomas’ hand touched your cheek, tentatively and gently, and you shivered.

After taking a few moments – which felt like an eternity to you – to gather his courage, Thomas finally allowed his lips to meet yours, kissing you softly and sweetly. You found yourself surprised even if you had been quite sure that this was going to happen, and you brought your hands up to hold Thomas’ face, brushing your thumbs against his cheekbones.

The kiss didn’t last very long, though by the way Thomas was smiling at you once you pulled away, you were sure that it would the the first of many. You giggled softly, leaning your forehead to rest against his.

“So, did I, um… adequately convey my feelings for you?” Thomas asked, smiling so widely that he felt his cheeks were beginning to ache.

“Perhaps you should kiss me again, and ensure that I fully understand,” you suggested, feeling rather emboldened by the most wonderful kiss you could have imagined, along with the knowledge that Thomas loved you too.

“Gladly, my dear.”

Immediately Thomas was kissing you again, a little more passionately this time, and you could have sworn you would be happy to stay there forever. But eventually Thomas pulled away, however reluctantly.

“We must go and tell everyone the good news,” Thomas said, sounding a little breathless, despite the fact that he didn’t need to breathe. “I am sure they will be glad to see you again, and I would like to prove to them that I haven’t gone mad.”

As the two of you descended the stairs, Thomas’ hand firmly in yours, a thought occurred to you. Maybe, someday soon, you would not have to worry about sleeping for too long, because you’d have someone beside you who would be eager for you to wake.

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ailendolin · 1 year

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Grace - Chapter 5

Title: Grace [AO3]

Characters: Thomas, Alison, Mike, Baby Cooper, the Ghosts, the Plague Ghosts

Summary: “Mike and I are going to have a baby.”

Baby Cooper’s arrival at Button Houses changes many things, and all for the better - at least at first. Or as Mary once said: babies can see ghosts sometimes but usually only up until they can walk.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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Grace

Chapter 5: The Search

Thomas is gone for three days.

Alison is out of her mind with worry, and she isn’t the only one.

“He was very clearly upset,” Fanny says when Alison finally finds the strength to leave her still crying daughter in Mike’s care and come downstairs the evening everything changed.

All the ghosts are there, even Humphrey’s head, and they turn to her the moment the stairs creak under her feet and alert them to her presence.

“He was crying,” Kitty says, her voice uncharacteristically subdued as she glances at the door Alison assumes Thomas has vanished through. The others nod, wearing matching miserable expressions. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him cry before. Not like this.”

“What happened, Alison?” the Captain asks, always straight to the point. But not even he can hide his worry behind the strict tone.

Alison takes a deep breath so she won’t start crying again when she explains, “Grace – she can’t see you guys anymore.”

Most of the ghosts’ faces fall – all except for Mary’s. Her eyes light up with sudden, heart-breaking understanding. “Oh! Because she be walking now.”

“Oh no,” Pat murmurs, looking up the stairs from where Grace’s cries still could be heard, though faintly.

“Yeah,” Alison sighs in agreement and falls silent. She doesn’t know what else to say. Her heart feels broken and she wants nothing more than to wrap her family – all of them, alive and dead – into her arms and grieve with them a loss she can’t even begin to fathom. She tries to imagine her life without the ghosts and comes up empty. The mere thought of waking up one morning and not hearing Fanny scream or the Captain call for her to mark his time hurts.

And now her daughter is going through that very pain Alison’s mind instinctively shies away from, and so are the ghosts.

In the end, it’s Julian who finally breaks the silence.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted,” he says softly. The others murmur in agreement.

“We shall miss spending time with young Grace,” the Captain says. His eyes drop to his swagger stick and he sounds more than a little choked up when he adds, “It was an honour to make her smile.”

Alison feels her own throat close up as one by one, the ghosts share their favourite memories of Grace. Her daughter is so very, very loved, and Alison wants nothing more than to turn back the clock for just a few hours so they can all experience that love together one last time and cherish it as they should have from the beginning on.

She doesn’t even realise she is crying until Fanny steps forward and offers her a sad but understanding smile. “You should probably go and get a handkerchief, my dear.”

“I don’t think one will do,” Alison mumbles and wipes her face on her sleeve instead. Upstairs, Grace’s cries reach new levels in volume. There’s one word she wails over and over: Thomas’s name. Helplessly, Alison looks at the ghosts. “How am I going to explain to her that she’ll never see him again?”

The ghosts are as much at a loss as she is.

“You go be with her,” Robin finally says. “And we go be with Thomas. That all we can do.”

Alison sniffs. “That sucks.”

Robin nods solemnly. “Me know. But it all we can do.”

With a heavy heart, Alison watches them leave the house before she goes back upstairs to re-join the small, living part of her family. Mike is still holding Grace in his arms, rocking her gently as she hiccups against his shoulder. Her little face is red with exhaustion and as tear-stained as Alison’s is, and Alison’s heart breaks anew when the first thing her daughter asks upon seeing her is, “’Omas?”

“No, baby,” Alison whispers and lets Mike pull her into the hug. “Thomas isn’t here.”

Grace’s lower lip begins to tremble and then her cries resonate through the old house once more. Mike holds her close, holds them both close, and together they move to the bed and settle down for a long night.

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It takes hours until Grace finally cries herself to sleep. Midnight has come and gone by the time Alison extricates herself from Mike’s arms and tiptoes down to the kitchen to make herself a much needed cup of tea. The house is eerily quiet this time of night, and when she goes back upstairs, warm cup in her hands, and glances through the open door into the Captain’s empty room she realises why.

The ghosts are still not back.

Her heart starts hammering in her chest as she turns to the window, hoping to see their familiar figures out on the lawn. It is a moonless night, though, and the grounds of Button House are shrouded in darkness so impenetrable Alison can’t even make out the fountain, much less anything beyond that.

“They’ll be fine,” she whispers to herself. “There is nothing out there that can hurt them.”

And yet her chest tightens at the thought of all of them out there in the dark searching for one of their own, and even more so at the thought of Thomas hiding himself and his grief away so desperately that he cannot be found.

Alison doesn’t know how long she stands by the window and keeps watch, hoping to see her family come home – all of them. When Mike’s gentle footsteps come up behind her, the tea in her hand has long gone cold.

“Why are you not in bed?” he murmurs against her neck.

“The ghosts are still looking for Thomas,” Alison whispers. She turns around in Mike’s arms and looks up at him. “What are we going to do, Mike?”

She sees her own helplessness reflected in his eyes when he shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, Ali. I don’t know.”

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“We looked everywhere,” Kitty tells her the next morning, her eyes wide with exhaustion and worry. Next to her, Mary nods and stifles a yawn.

“Perhaps he gots sucked off,” she says.

Alison drops the spoon into Grace’s breakfast bowl as the room falls deadly silent around her.

No, she thinks desperately. Please god, no. She couldn’t bear it if Thomas–

“It not work like that,” Robin says. He is bouncing on the balls of his feet, restless, his eyes straying to the kitchen door every few seconds. He’s itching to leave. “Thomas is sad. You don’t leave when you’re sad.”

“Then where is he?” Julian asks in frustration. “It’s not like he could have hitched a ride into the city, you know?”

Robin shrugs. “He good at hiding.”

“Oh, me too!” Kitty announces excitedly before her eyes glaze over for a moment and her face falls. She looks down at the floor and asks, very quietly, “Do you think he’s scared?”

Like I was. The words go unsaid and yet Kitty might as well have shouted them. A heavy silence fills the kitchen and Alison feels a lump form in her throat.

Of course he’s scared, she thinks. He’s alone and hurt and–

She firmly puts a stop to those thoughts before they can spiral. It won’t help any of them if she lets her worry and frustration get the better of her now, least of all Grace who is finally allowing her to feed her after being fussy about it all morning.

On the other side of the table, the Captain clears his throat. “Well, seeing as Thomas is still MIA I suggest we organise another search.”

Pat nods in agreement. “Yes, let’s split up in pairs. Kitty, you can come with me and–“

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Fanny interrupts him. All eyes turn to her. A little flustered, she continues, “We’ll cover more ground if each of us searches alone and thus double our chances of finding him.”

While the ghosts mull that over, Alison gives her a grateful smile. “Sounds like a good plan to me. Wouldn’t you agree, Captain?”

The Captain’s hold on his swagger stick tightens as he straightens up. “Of course, yes.”

“And we should search the house too,” Fanny adds. “Maybe Thomas has come back last night and we didn’t notice.”

“We could also ask the folks down in the basement for help,” Humphrey suggests from where his head is resting sideways on the table.

Julian makes a face. “Aw no, not that lot.”

Robin elbows him in the side. “Is for Thomas.”

“All right, all right,” Julian grumbles, then pointedly gestures at his ribs and says, “Ow.”

They file out of the kitchen with the Captain deciding on the move who should search where, and Alison watches them go with a heavy heart. She wishes she could help but with Mike already at work and Grace having more of her breakfast on her face and clothes than in her stomach, she knows it will have to wait. She can’t help but glance out the windows when she takes Grace upstairs for a change of clothes, though, or when they come back down. Her eyes seize every opportunity to roam over the forest and every time she gets her hopes up, thinking Thomas will walk out of the trees.

He never does.

Alison eventually joins the search once Mike gets off work and takes Grace off her hands but by the time darkness falls and forces her to trudge back to the house, there is still no sign of Thomas. The others had no luck finding him either and she quietly begins to worry that Mary might have been right, that Thomas had moved on.

The thought is unbearable.

Dinner is a quiet affair that evening and Alison is glad Mike manages to feed Grace at least half of what’s on her plate before the clock chimes nine and she begins to look around the room with teary eyes, clearly waiting for Thomas to appear. Alison heaves a heavy sigh. “Let’s get you to bed.”

She’s about to stand up, only halfway through her own meal, when Mike puts a hand on her shoulder. “Eat up. I’ll go get her changed.”

Alison feels her lips tug up into a tired but grateful smile. She’s not feeling particularly hungry but she manages to eat the full plate anyway. The ghosts watch her silently and Alison knows they expect her to say something, to find a way to make this all okay but she has no idea how she’s supposed to do that. So she keeps her eyes on her plate and only looks up when Grace’s cries for Thomas start to echo down the stairs once more.

“I better go,” Alison murmurs.

“Right,” the Captain says. “Back to work, people.”

Alison stops and turns around. “Wait, you’re going back outside?”

“Well, we haven’t found him yet, have we?” Fanny points out. The others all nod in agreement and suddenly Alison’s chest feels too tight. She looks into the tired faces of her family, at the way Kitty keeps blinking to keep herself awake and Robin fidgets with nervous energy, and her heart aches with more love than she knows what to do with.

“Don’t forget to take care of yourselves, too,” she finally manages to choke out.

The Captain gives her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll just do another sweep along the borders. The ghosts from the basement have offered to take over the night search.” He clears his throat before he adds in a conspiratorial whisper, “They might not be soldiers but they seem to have the heart for the job.”

“I’m sure they do,” Alison whispers. It’s almost too much, seeing all the ghosts of Button House rally together despite their differences to find one of their own and make sure he is okay. She wonders if Thomas knows how loved he truly is, how empty the house feels without him. Alison misses him and she can tell the others do too even if they’re not as vocal about it as Grace is.

Her daughter is still crying her heart out when Alison enters the bedroom and just like the night before, she and Mike curl up on the bed and wait out the storm with soothing words and gentle touches that seem to be no help at all.

When Alison finally falls asleep that night, she dreams of roses weeping in the woods.

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The next morning bring neither news nor change. The sun rises in the East, Grace is crying and refusing her breakfast and Thomas is still missing. It’s been two days now and even Pat who tried his best to stay positive the whole time can’t hide his growing worry anymore when the plague ghosts shuffle into the kitchen and shake their heads.

“Sorry,” Nigel says in a small voice and looks at his feet. “We haven’t found him.”

Alison’s heart sinks but she manages to give him a trembling smile. “Thank you for trying.”

Nigel and the others nod. “We’ll help you look again after we got some rest.”

Alison watches them go before she turns back to her cereal. She doesn’t feel hungry anymore. In fact, she doesn’t feel much of anything apart from that horrible emptiness inside her that aches for Thomas’s smile and ridiculously flowery words. Grace squirms in her lap, turning her head this way and that as if she’s sensing the ghosts’ presence and trying to find them. For a moment she looks right at Julian – no, right through Julian – making Julian swallow hard and look away. When Robin’s eyes flick to him, he mutters, “I’m fine.”

But he’s not. None of them are. They’re all hurting and have no idea how to stop.

“Well,” the Captain begins, clearing his throat. His fingers are once again wrapped tightly around his swagger stick. “No sense in dawdling. We still have a man missing.”

One by one, they file out of the kitchen but where yesterday they had been eager to start the search, this morning their shoulders are drooping and their heads hanging low. No one is saying it but Alison knows they’re all feeling it: an increasing hopelessness fuelled by the horrible notion of what if. She doesn’t want Thomas or anyone else to move on, selfish as that may be, but even more so she doesn’t want him to move on like this: hurt and alone. Just like he died.

When was the last time she had told him and the others how much she loves them? That they make her life so much better with their noise and chaos and are the best family anyone could ask for? Alison doesn’t know. She looks down at her daughter and holds her close, presses her lips against her dark hair and tries to breathe through the pain that keeps mounting within her.

“I love you, Grace,” she whispers. “Daddy and I love you so much, and so do the ghosts.”

Grace looks up at her, her eyes wide and sad. “’Omas?”

Alison swallows hard. “Thomas loves you too.”

“Then where is he?” Grace’s dark eyes seem to say.

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By the time dinner rolls around that day Alison has resigned herself to the fact that Thomas will stay missing for another night. The ghosts are still out searching for him, have been the whole day, but Alison can’t get her hopes up anymore. She just can’t, not with Grace demanding her whole attention right now. It’s clear Thomas doesn’t want to be found – if he indeed still can be found, a treacherous voice whispers in the back of her mind. She has to accept that he will come back to them when he’s ready, even if it breaks her heart to know he’s alone.

Mike is in the process of trying to get Grace to eat her mashed potatoes when the sound of running footsteps makes Alison look up from her own dinner. A second later Kitty bursts through the kitchen and breathlessly declares, “We have found him!”

Alison almost topples over her chair in her hurry to get up.

“It’s Thomas!” she explains, already halfway out of the room, when Mike stares at her in confusion. “They found him!”

She rushes after Kitty to the front door and pulls it open. Her heart leaps – because there they are, all of them. Finally. It feels like a puzzle piece quietly slipping into place when she catches sight of Thomas in the middle of the group. Her world, so off-kilter these past few days, rights itself in an instant and she beams at them, feeling almost giddy with relief.

It doesn’t last long.

As the ghosts come closer, Alison starts to notice little things that are off. They have all rallied around Thomas, as if they are trying to shield him from the world, and keep stealing worried glances at him every few seconds. One of Fanny’s arm is linked with his and her hand is gently resting just above the crook of his elbow as she whispers something in his ear Alison can’t make out. It’s Thomas’s lack of response that ultimately makes her smile falter.

Thomas, for lack of a better word, looks like a ghost. Alison knows how ridiculous that thought is but it’s the first thing that comes to her mind when she finally catches sight of his face. There’s an almost deathly pallor to his skin despite the warmth of the setting sun behind him and his eyes are hollow and red from crying. He looks frail in a way none of the ghosts ever had, as if a gust of wind could carry him away.

You stay how you die.

The words echo in Alison’s head as Thomas walks past her without lifting his eyes from the ground, without acknowledging either her presence or Fanny’s still ongoing litany of whispered words, without doing much of anything, really, except setting one foot in front of the other. This is not the Thomas she knows, Alison thinks; the one who can wax poetic for hours but only manages to create something truly beautiful in those rare moments when he isn’t trying to compose anything. The one who loves to listen to music and dances every morning despite constantly being made fun of for it by Julian. The one who patiently sat with her daughter every evening for almost a year and told her a story just so she would fall asleep with a smile on her face.

All of that is gone. The person vanishing through her front door is not the Thomas Alison has known for years and come to love, and it scares her. He’s finally back and yet he isn’t, and somehow that feels even worse than the uncertainty and worry of the last few days.

“He need time.”

Alison jumps and clutches at her chest. Robin gives her an apologizing look.

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“No, it’s … it’s fine,” Alison says. She looks back at the door. “What happened to him, Robin?”

Robin shrugs his shoulders.

“Thomas is hurt. In here.” He points at his chest, right where his heart used to beat. Then he looks up with so much sadness Alison feels her breath catch in her throat and repeats, a little helplessly, “He need time.”

“I think we all do,” Alison whispers.

Robin nods solemnly. “We take care of him. You take care of Grace. When Thomas is ready, he come to you.”

Alison still isn’t happy with that plan but she knows in her heart that Robin is right. She can’t pressure Thomas now, can’t expect him to act like nothing happened just so things can finally go back to a semblance of normalcy. Thomas won’t be joining her for breakfast anymore, won’t sit with her at dinner, won’t be anywhere near Grace, and Robin is asking her to accept that and give Thomas the time he needs to come to terms with his grief.

Alison would be a shitty friend if she couldn’t do that for him.

“Just … let him know he is loved, all right?” she asks, her voice breaking on the last word.

“Will do,” Robin reassures her quietly. His eyes dart to the door.

“Go,” Alison tells him. “I’ll be fine.”

Robin’s lips twitch into a ghost of a smile before he dashes away, leaving her alone in the cold evening air. The first stars are twinkling up in the sky, heralding the beginning of the night, and as Alison looks up and sees the dying light of a shooting star fade away in the glow of the evening sun, she thinks of Thomas and Grace and wishes with all her heart that one day, they’ll be able to see each other again – preferably without her daughter dying in the process.

It is a silly wish but she closes her eyes and makes it anyway. She knows it won’t come true – miracles only happen in stories – but for Grace and Thomas she’s willing to give it a try. She’s willing to give anything a try just to see them both smile again.

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That night she finds the ghosts in Thomas’s room.

Grace has finally fallen asleep and Alison is on her way to the kitchen to make herself another late night cup of tea when she walks past Thomas’s door and finds it slightly ajar. Normally, she wouldn’t intrude on his or anyone else’s privacy like this but the last few days have been a far cry from normal and Alison just needs to reassure herself that he is safe and really back with them.

So she pokes her head through the door and the sight that greets her makes her breath catch. They are all there – every single one of them, even the plague ghosts from the basement and little Jemima with her doll clutched tightly to her chest. They sit on the floor, on the windowsill, on the bed, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs or little groups of three and four. The room is crowded with ghosts and right in the middle of it Thomas lies curled up on his bed with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling rhythmically in sleep. Fanny is sitting next to him, holding his hand, and Robin has pressed himself against his back. One of his hands is covering Thomas’s ear and Alison has to blink hard against the sudden burn of tears when she realises that Robin is trying to shield him from Grace’s cries.

She’s never seen the ghosts like this, so united in their love and support for one of them. Even though they must be exhausted after spending the last few days searching for Thomas non-stop, none of them are sleeping. Their eyes are all resting on Thomas, watching over him, and when she sees his eyebrows draw together in muted distress, Alison realises why. Thomas’s hand starts twitching in Fanny’s gentle grasp and a moment later, he lets out a soft whimper that draws everyone’s attention and makes Alison’s heart hurt.

“Easy,” Nigel murmurs from where he’s sitting by the foot of the bed. He reaches up with his hand and lets his fingers rest on top of Thomas’s ankle in quiet reassurance.

A visible shiver runs through Thomas but he settles again. Almost in unison, the ghosts breathe a sigh of relief.

“You should get some rest, dear,” Jean whispers. Alison looks down and sees her gazing up at her with a sad smile on her lips. “It’s too late to be up and about.”

“Yeah,” Alison says hoarsely but she finds it difficult to move. She can’t seem to pull her eyes away from Thomas’s face, from the dark circles beneath his eyes that by any rights shouldn’t be there.

“Come,” Jean says quietly. “I will walk you to your room.”

It’s not necessary, Alison wants to say but when she feels Jean’s ghostly hand hovering above the small of her back, gently steering her away from Thomas’s room, she’s suddenly, stupidly, immensely grateful for her presence. Before she knows what’s happening she feels her breath catch in her throat again and has to stop in the middle of the hallway to press her hand against her mouth to stifle the sounds she can no longer swallow.

“That’s it,” Jean whispers when Alison blindly reaches for the wall behind her and sinks to the floor. “Just let it all out.”

The clock chimes two in the morning downstairs as Alison sits in the cold, dark hallway and sobs her heart out as quietly as she can so neither the ghosts nor Mike or Grace will hear her. She wants to scream and shout and rage against the injustice of it all, wants to tear something apart with her bare hands and challenge Fate herself to a duel to regain what they all lost.

But she knows it won’t do any good. This is something she can’t fix.

“It’s not fair,” she sniffs.

Jean sighs in solemn agreement. “No, it isn’t.”

By the time Alison crawls back into bed, her hands and feet are cold but her mind, at least, is blissfully numb and empty. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around Mike, holding him close how she wishes she could hold Thomas to comfort him.

“I love you,” she whispers against the soft, sensitive skin behind Mike’s ear.

Mike stirs and murmurs something unintelligible before he relaxes back against his pillow and continues snoring. Alison presses her face into his neck and finally lets the darkness carry her away.

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She gets two hours of sleep before Grace starts crying again.

#thomas thorne #alison cooper #mike cooper #bbc ghosts #the plague ghosts #fanny button #the captain #kitty #pat butcher #julian fawcett #robin #mary #humphrey bone #jemima #nigel the plague ghost #jean the plague ghost #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #bbc ghosts babyfic

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wool-and-wanderlust · 10 months

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July 3: I was so nervous when I woke up today. It felt like the first day of school, which I guess for me it kind of was. They asked me to arrive at 9:30, and when I did, they had already been working for a while. They had to get up extra early to bring in some sheep because it was raining and you can't sheer when the wool is damp. The farmer, Brian, had me come inside and help them bring out the tea and coffee for the shearers, and we stood and had drinks in the barn while everyone had a break. They suggested I change into a jacket that I wouldn't mind ruining because when you get up close and personal with sheep, your skin and clothes get covered in lanolin. It's the strangest feeling on your skin — almost like a mixture between grease and wax. They taught me how to wrap the wool and pack it into the large transport bags, and that's what I did for most of the day. There were three shearers (the farmer's son Tom, and Ben and James), one farmer (Dick) helping to keep moving the sheep into the right pens, and a few of us (Brian and his wife, Alison, and me) wrapping wool. The shearing is a seriously physical job...they work hard. They played loud classic rock to keep the spirits up. They stopped for a tea break mid-morning, did a few more hours of work, had a rest and food at lunchtime (one man, Dave, took a nap in the barn on some wool), worked a few more hours, and had another tea break in the afternoon before finishing up for the day. We had a feast of sandwiches, pizza, pork pies, and cakes for lunch. It was amazing! The local farmers help each other out with shearing, trading labor, and it seems to be a nice social event as well since farming can be a pretty isolating job at times.

I'd heard that sheep farmers can't make much money off of wool anymore, but it's really incredibly bad. For example, with this breed of sheep the farmers only get about $0.45 per bundle, and professional sheep shearers can charge at least $1.00 to shear one sheep. Synthetics have taken over the world in such a short amount of time. We don't know how to appreciate what nature hands right to us and it's heartbreaking. They only really bother shearing now because they have to do it to keep the flock healthy. Some farmers don't even bother packing/selling the wool; they might just put it in a pile and use it for cattle bedding.

Towards the end of the day, Brian took me around his property in the ATV to see his cow pastures. The countryside is just so unbelievably beautiful. I'm sure if you live here you get used to it, but it's hard to imagine not waking up and being in awe of it all every day. I wish all farm animals could live as good of lives as these. Tomorrow there will be a gather to bring in more sheep off of the common land, and I've been invited to help with that. I'm told it will be cold! Drove home down the tiny country lanes, and felt a huge amount of relief that I've landed at a farm with some of the kindest people I've met who are open to teaching me things.

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the-captain-is-gay · 4 years

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These men are inches away from a relationship- I can feel it.

It might be polyamorous with Robin though. But he’s not in it for the romance.

You can not tell me I’m wrong...

But I can’t physically stop you... it might just be a bromance to you, but because I melt for gay shit, ima go and say that love is in the air so get your Febreese away from my ship, Karen.

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simonfarnabyslegs · 3 years

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for the ask game: Julian, Captain and Humphrey! :)

julian

a song that reminds me of them: a cop out, since this one is canon. any time i hear "i'll make love to you," i think of him singing that at music club (and also mary going "i don't want him toooo" lol). i also feel like he would LOVE britney spears's music.

what they smell like: really expensive but really bad aftershave and too much cologne. also alcohol and sex. but the first thing you notice is the bad aftershave.

an otp: him and robin. there is no other acceptable pairing. i do think it would be funny if he and fanny had a thing though. or him and the captain (alison walks in on them doing something and the captain just yells "WE'RE JUST A COUPLE OF CHAPS IN THE LIBRARY" while julian isn't even trying to keep what they were just doing a secret).

a notp: uhhh him and kitty. she's the only one i would be mad about tbh.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: the way he's like a really awful, bad-influence uncle to alison.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: i can't think of one. we all generally agree that he's a hilarious bastard man and come up with stuff accordingly.

the position they sleep in: he sleeps in the exact middle of the bed, or he starts out on one side, since he's used to sharing in life, but gradually spreads out, and if anyone else tried to sleep in the same bed as him they'd be really annoyed because he always manages to hog so much space and leave them barely hanging onto the edge.

a crossover au i'd love to see them in: very unoriginal, but i'd love to see a horrible histories stupid deaths segment with him.

my favorite outfit they've ever worn: we've seen a couple now actually, unlike some of the other ghosts. but i really do prefer the no trousers look and anything else is slightly unsettling if i'm honest.

the captain

a song that reminds me of them: i really can't think of one. the captain isn't one of my favourite characters so i don't really think a lot about him when i listen to music. sorry.

what they smell like: weirdly, i think he smells like nothing. like. unsettlingly so. you almost want him to smell like something, but he just. doesn't. he's very clean, but he doesn't even smell like soap. it's just. an empty air smell, if you can describe it as such. he smokes, too, so you'd expect a tobacco smell or a smoke smell, but even that isn't there. this man just smells like nothing.

an otp: i don't ship him with any of the other ghosts in the house. i do think him and julian hooking up exactly one (1) time could lead to multiple hilarious comedic possibilities, but i don't want them to be in a relationship.

a notp: i saw someone shipping him with fanny and just... no. that doesn't make any sense.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: i love how he's just got that Dad Instinct. he looked at kitty and alison and went "isn't anyone going to father these young ladies?" and didn't wait for an answer.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: i don't like the patcaps ship.

the position they sleep in: series 1 cap slept board-straight in the bed, almost like he was standing at attention. series 3 cap probably sleeps curled up on his side, or on his stomach, or curled up all nice and comfy.

a crossover au i'd love to see them in: young wwi era cap in series 2 of downton abbey. i don't know if i'd like to see him turn up as a young man in the trenches or one of the patients at downton, or maybe as a medical officer like thomas barrow, in the lower ranks, helping out in the background.

my favorite outfit they've ever worn: *gestures* this?

humphrey

a song that reminds me of them: "blue caravan" by vienna teng. after all the "mr. cheese" stuff, i got to thinking about how he probably has a lot of time to imagine the different lives he could have had if circumstances had been different, and this song is about imagining the perfect supportive, caring partner, but realising that they're not real and it's just a foolish self delusion. or perhaps a lighter, more hopeful version of the same theme, "jackie and wilson" by hozier, where the narrator once again imagines a partner and an ideal life which they haven't achieved yet, but they're still holding out for.

what they smell like: okay so tudors only bathed like once every six to eight weeks or something like that. they believed baths were bad for them. not only that, wealthy tudors' diets were appalling. so unfortunately he probably doesn't smell great. (but luckily i've never had much of a sense of smell, so.....)

an otp: him and someone who actually likes him and wants to talk to him and spend time with him. so far we haven't seen that, so for now i'll keep making up random ocs to set him up with.

a notp: him and thomas, since thomas is so horrible to him.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: i'd love to see him be yet another dad to alison, or to kitty.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: i don't like the whole humphrey and jemima thing because a lot of the stuff is either really fucking uncomfortable, or the people who write it make it weird by babying jemima. she's 11-12 years old and they treat her like she's four years old and that just feels really weird to me. obviously she's a kid and she should be treated like one, but there's also such a thing as age appropriate parenting. also i'm pretty sure jemima is meant to be one of john's kids who also died of the plague so like. acting like she's all alone and hasn't got any parents or anyone at all is so confusing to me because if she's one of john's kids, she's got like twenty parents. we just don't see her with the plague ghosts because like any kid, she probably goes off and plays away from her parents during the day. anyway.

the position they sleep in: when he was alive i feel like he would fall asleep in a normal position, on his back or on his side, but when his valet or whoever went to wake him up in the morning, he was always like, hanging off the bed or laying at a weird angle and they were always like "how the fuck did he even get like that." in death, like. his head just sleeps however it was set down or dropped. and i'm a fan of your headcanon that the body just collapses wherever it is when his head falls asleep.

a crossover au i'd love to see them in: forgive me for saying downton abbey again but i'm doing a rewatch with one of my friends. i'm gonna throw him into the edwardian era as some random gentleman cousin and he and lady edith are going to be poor, pitiful, unlucky-in-love besties who bond over all the ridiculously tragic shit that's happened to them and how they always get bullied or left out of things.

my favorite outfit they've ever worn: he technically only has one outfit (damn the bbc for putting the whole costuming budget into the georgian episode instead of the tudor one. /j), but i like the dressed down version where he's just in the white shirt and the breeches. he looks. very handsome. in that scene. ahem.

#asks #ask game #thank you! :)

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the-hidden-writer · 3 years

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Over The Edge

Whumptober 2021 - Day 4

Alison only wanted to know if any of the ghosts saw her fall that day. Instead, she finds out about which of them was responsible for the fall in the first place.

Day 4: "Trust Fall” Prompt: Pushed Fandom: BBC Ghosts Words: 948 TW: neck injury, being pushed out of a window

Over The Edge (part 1)

Alison wakes up with a sore neck sometimes.

And that’s fine, it’s not excruciating or anything, but it does usually put her in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Mike can testify to that.

(She will moan endlessly to him about the ache, but doesn’t tell him about the nightmares that tend to cause them. She knows he feels semi-guilty for not being able to prevent the fall, even though there was literally no way he could have, and she doesn’t want to put that burden on him.)

Often she’ll have variations of the nightmare. Instead of falling onto the grass, she��ll fall onto hard concrete- shattering her spine and killing her instantly- causing her to wake up with a jolt. Granted, that’s one of the worst variants and there are some funny ones too.

One time she fell on top of The Captain as he was doing his morning run. Though her brain knew that it would be impossible, a part of her can’t help but chuckle whenever she sees him passing under that specific window. Her dream had conjured up a very funny flabbergasted expression on his face and Alison hopes to see it in real life someday. The Captain makes some very strange faces, so she knows it’s possible.

But they were still nightmares for a reason. Every dream starts the same way: she’s leaning out of the window, looking for something or other, when she unexpectedly loses her balance and goes plummeting towards the ground. She finds herself on her back, her whole body numb from the pain, as she looks up at the hazy figures above her.

This leads her to a thought. Did any of the ghosts see her fall?

Wincing as she rubs her sore neck, she finds them all gathered in the living room playing charades. It’s Mary’s go, and she resists the urge to cringe at the (probably unintentional) phallic imagery she’s creating. The ghosts are shouting on top of one another with completely random guesses; all apart from Julian, who’s snickering at the movement of Mary’s hands, and The Captain, who’s looking away in… shame?

Pat’s the first to notice Alison and he looks almost relieved to see her.

“Ah, Alison!” He cries, briefly quieting the (very loud) ongoing row between Kitty, Thomas and Robin.

“Hi Alison~!” Kitty calls, but accidentally shouts in Robin’s ear, causing the argument to start up again and the resuming the din in the room.

“Oh, Alison.” Greets Mary. “We was just playin’ the sh...charades.”

“Ah ah ah! No talking!” Tuts Julian from the sofa.

Mary looks sad. “B-But I was just-”

“Nope! No ‘buts’!” Julian interrupts. “It’s your turn for charades, so you have to follow the rules. No talking.”

Fanny sighs from a corner of the room. “Just let her speak, Julian. Honestly, you male politicians and silencing women...”

Julian pouts but doesn’t respond. Probably because he can’t deny that, Alison imagines.

“What did you want?” Asks Pat, now having to shout over the noise in the room.

“Nevermind.” Alison mumbles, because God she can’t handle this right now. “I’ll come back later when you’re not busy.”

“WHAT?” Pat shouts as she leaves the room. Once she’s gone, he shrugs. “Guess it wasn’t important then.”

The second she shuts the door behind her, Alison lets out a loud sigh. The ache just won’t go away.

As much as she loved the ghosts, they were non-stop and sometimes she just needed a break. All she was asking for was for the ghosts to be serious for a change. A bit of sympathy, maybe? Or at least enough self-awareness that she could ask a personal question without going off on weird ghosty tangents.

“You alright?”

Alison screamed. Which she really shouldn’t have, but she wasn’t expecting to hear Humphrey’s voice right now.

Looking down, she spies the head in a corner next to the door.

Seeing Humphrey really put her own neck pain into perspective…

“Yeah. Fine.” She snaps, completely ready to storm back to her room and away from the ghosts. She just wants to rest.

Humphrey hums. “You don’t sound it. Wanna talk?”

“I just…”

Alison breaks, clumsily stepping backwards to support her back against the wall and to see Humphrey’s head better. Tilting her head down hurt pretty badly at the moment.

“I just wanted to ask a question, but they never stop.” She’s well aware that she sounds whiny, but she can’t bring herself to care. She also can’t bring herself to complain about her neck in front of Humphrey of all people.

“Hmm.” Says Humphrey with a contemplative look. “Yeah, I can’t imagine seeing ghosts all the time is easy. What was the question, if I may ask?”

There’s no point trying to hide it.

“Just if anyone saw me fall that day, is all.”

Humphrey’s face lights up. “Oh! Uhh, Julian did!”

“Wait, really?” She honestly hadn’t thought Humphrey could help her.

“‘Course he did,” he replies, “he’s the one who pushed you, after all.”

Alison feels her heart stop. Julian..?

No. No, she must have misheard. Either that or Humphrey was mistaken. There’s no way...

But the look on Humphrey’s face betrays all.

“Whoops… shouldn’t have said that.”

Her ears ringing and her sore neck forgotten, Alison storms back towards the living room (leaving behind a very regretful Humphrey) and slams the door open, gathering the attention of all the ghosts in the room and making them fall silent. Honestly, she should use that tactic more often.

Absolutely fuming and desperate for answers, she thrusts a finger in an accusatory point at the MP still lounging on the sofa.

“YOU PUSHED ME?!”

To be continued...

#whumptober2021 #no.4 #pushed #bbc ghosts #fic #injury #alison cooper #julian fawcett #humphrey bone #sir humphrey bone #pat butcher #the captain #thomas thorne #kitty #mary #robin #fanny button

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emelywrites · 4 years

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Diego Hargreeves imagine where his siblings discover that he has a girlfriend/wife and a kid(s)?

Hi! Thank you for the request! I think I got a bit carried away, but I hope you like it.

Warnings: Language, mentions of drugs, rehab, relapse (Klaus), mention of death (Reginald), I don’t know how rehab works

You were sitting on the couch in your pajamas having just gotten your son to go to sleep while your husband was out being a vigilante. You were reading a book while the tv was on, showing the news. You weren’t really paying too much attention to it but the name of your father-in-law caught your attention. You had never really met him because your husband wasn’t close to his father, just like the rest of the Hargreeves-kids. Reginald Hargreeves was dead and you didn’t really know what to think. What would Diego think?

Just five minutes after the news had been on your screen the door to your apartment opened and Diego came in, going straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. You followed him.

„Did you hear it yet?“, you asked.

„That dad died? Yeah, it was on the news“, he replied, not seeming fazed at all.

„Do you wanna talk about it?“

„Not really. I don’t really care. It’s not like we were close.“

„You wouldn’t want someone talking shit about you after your death, babe. I know you didn’t like him much but shouldn’t you treat this with a little more respect?“

He leaned against the shower wall, where he was about to get in and glanced at you.

„You think someone hates me like we hated dad?“, his voice was small, like he was genuinely scared about your answer.

„No, Diego, it’s just- he’s your dad. You probably wouldn’t be the man you are today if he wasn’t. Who knows where you would be. We may have never met.“

„Don’t say that. Don’t try to protect him. He was a bitch but I guess I’ll go back to the Academy. There will be some funeral. We’ll pretend he was a good man and then we’ll go our separate ways again.“

„Maybe Vanya’s book wasn’t so wrong after all.“

„Shut up, that book was shit. Now get in here with me“, he held his hand out to you.

„No, you’re dirty and I already showered. Finish up and then come to bed with me“, you smiled and took off to your bedroom.

„Now that sounds like a deal to me“, he smirked.

A couple days later he was tying up his shoes to leave for the funeral of his father. You walked past him in the hallway, going to wake up your son before you had to head to work. He wore his typical black outfit, including all of his knives.

„Are you sure that’s an appropriate outfit for a funeral?“

„Not for any funeral but for the old man’s it should be good enough. He’s lucky I’m even coming.“

You sighed but didn’t say anything else. When he was stepping out you called after him again.

„Diego, if Klaus needs it, offer him the couch and some dinner, okay? He just got out again, but don’t make it a big deal.“

You had met Diego when he had dragged Klaus into rehab about six years ago. You had just started working there after having gotten your psychology degree and were the first person they encountered there.

„This crackhead needs some fucking help“, the man dressed in all black said, dragging another man with him who was wearing a fur coat and a long skirt.

„Okay, well, first off, it rarely helps the patients when we call them crackheads“, you started.

„You see, Diego, you need to stop insulting me, she said it, it’s your fault I’m always high.“

„We also don’t like to play the blame game. But if you would go over there to the reception desk and sign him in, we’ll take care of him here.“

Diego slumped his brother into one of the chairs and went to the reception to pick up the papers. You stuck around to help him out and when a nurse came to bring Klaus to his room you accompanied Diego on his way out.

„You did the right thing. Your brother will thank you for it when he’s clean“, you told him.

„If he gets clean“, Diego corrected.

„That’s really not the way of thinking around here“, you smiled.

„Hey, maybe“, he hesitated, „Maybe we could get a coffee sometime“, he looked at you, „You know, s-so you- you can tell me h-how he’s doing.“

You laid a hand onto his arm and smiled. „I’d like that.“

Klaus came back to rehab many times but Diego and you stuck with each other. Two years after that meeting you had gotten married and another year later you had a son together who idolized his father. Klaus was also the only one of Diego’s siblings who was at your wedding and knew about his brother’s life. Klaus and his nephew got along amazingly, mostly due to the fact that (Y/S/N) saw a boy his age in his uncle.

„I will. But if he relapses-,“

„You’ll love him just the same and we’ll help him out because you’re just as much a softie for Klaus as you are for me and (Y/S/N)“, you smiled and came to the door to press a kiss to his lips before he left.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. That night, when you were on your way to bed Klaus and Diego came through the door and Klaus immediately came to hug you, complimenting the amazing waffles you always made, thereby telling you he wanted waffles in the middle of the night. You, being his friend and sister-in-law, complied and then tucked him in on the couch with the help of your husband. When you woke up the next morning both of them were gone. You didn’t worry about Diego, you know he could take care of himself. You were worried about your recently-rehabilitated junkie of a brother-in-law.

So after you had taken (Y/S/N) to kindergarten you left to go looking for Klaus. After searching through the city and not finding him you resorted to the last place on your list that you had never been to in your life. The Umbrella Academy. You were surprised to find out you could just enter without keys. The first ‚person‘ you encountered was Grace, Diego’s robot mom, who you were sure knew everything about you that Diego knew, simply because that man loved his mother more than anything in this world.

„Oh, hello, (Y/N). It is such a pleasure to finally meet you“, she smiled.

„Hello“, you were a bit taken aback, „I am looking for Klaus actually. Is he here?“

She paused for a moment and stared into the distance. „He should be in his room.“

Then she went about her business again. You hadn’t learned much about Klaus’ whereabouts because it could probably take hours to find his room in this mansion. When you were about to ascend the stairs you got lucky though and met yet another person.

„Oh, hi, you’re Vanya, right? Loved your book. Could you tell me where Klaus is?“, you asked.

„Uhm-, I don’t know, who are you?“, she looked you up and down.

„I’m (Y/N), I’m- I’m his doctor. From rehab. Just worried“, you smiled, knowing that Diego probably didn’t want all of his siblings knowing about his private life but everyone knew about Klaus’ problems.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. „Since when do you do house visits?“

„Since his third stay probably. Listen, I’m just worried about him. I care about him and-,“

„Oh my god, why, are you, like, dating him or something?“, she widened her eyes in shock.

You paused and then started laughing. „Oh god, no.“

She left you to it, still not telling you where Klaus’ room was and you realized that looking for him had no point but you did need to get to work so you needed to leave, hoping you wouldn’t have to treat Klaus again anytime soon.

Two days later you received a text from your husband. „They wanna turn mom off, help“. You stared at the text in confusion and went to pick up your son before you went to the Umbrella Academy again. It seemed very unlike Diego to invite you to his childhood home like that. When you arrived your son wiggled out of your arms and ran after Grace.

„Oh, hello, (Y/S/N), I was just about to make some cookies. Would you like to help me?“, she smiled and took his hand.

Your son nodded eagerly and skipped alongside his grandmother. You in turn saw Vanya and Diego standing in the doorway to the living room or whatever kind of room that was supposed to be.

„Are you okay, love?“, you asked, putting a hand on his arm.

He pulled you close. „She’s our mom. How can they even argue about that?“, he mumbled into your hair.

„Wait, hold on. You’re Diego’s girlfriend?“, Vanya asked.

„Wife, actually. And it’s none of your business“, Diego lifted his head to look at her.

„Diego, seriously? Shouldn’t you guys stick together right now? This is your mom. You shouldn’t argue with your siblings when you’re trying to avoid your mom’s death“, you jumped in.

„You can’t just throw that word around like that. But you’re right. At least she doesn’t want to kill mom.“

„Diego? Married? To you? Seems fake, but okay“, a tall, beautiful woman you identified as Alison came up to your group.

„Diego is married? What? Are you a robot like mom? Then again, he probably couldn’t build that, could he?“, a man who was probably two meters tall, Luther, came up beside Alison.

„(Y/N), my dearest, these two are evil“, Klaus said throwing himself onto you and pulling you out of Diego’s grasp in the process.

„Granny Grace and I made cookies, daddy, look“, (Y/S/N) came back from the direction he had taken off into earlier, Grace following him.

As your son proudly held a plate of cookies out to his dad and Klaus started nibbling on one the rest of the siblings stared at the scene in shock.

Grace smiled. „Is there a problem?“

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #the umbrella academy

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dex-xe · 3 years

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Ghost doggo 😌 I want pat to be able to pet a lil dog friend ok?!

O.O YES PLEASE!! Anon you hero!!

GIVE PAT A DOG YOU COWARDS!!

I’m obsessed with this idea so, you didn’t ask for this in the slightest, but I would like to posit my own ghost dog headcanons (like how all the ghosts would react to a dog), so enjoy!!

I’m imagining a huge golden retriever or labrador or something, a sweet boy who wanders onto the property with no collar on (and thus no identifiable name)

The Button House residents spend ages guessing various names to try and get the dog to respond but They never end up figuring it out so it’s up to them to come up with a name:

Robin plumps for the name Luna, and both Kitty and Thomas agree on the name Alison (after their fave) but it’s quickly agreed that Alison would be too confusing and the dog is definitely a boy so neither name would work, Mary suggests multiple Biblical names before settling on Joseph (Humphrey concurs this would be a nice name), Pat suggests Scout as an obvious name (which is generally popular), and Julian is insistent on Thatcher but eventually compromises to Major - which the Captain is also thrilled about.

But, to everyone’s surprise, it’s actually Fanny who comes up with the perfect name: Buttons!!

He seems to love his new name and actually takes a shining to Fanny because of it, she will occasionally lean down to pet him but primarily leaves him alone to sleep by the fire: he gets enough attention from the others.

Robin delights in chasing Buttons around the garden for hours on end (and is often joined by Kitty and Mary) until both Robin and Buttons collapse in front of the fire exhausted.

Kitty instantly adores Buttons and, once she eventually convinces Mary that he is, in fact, not a demon sent by Satan himself, Mary loves the dog as well (we obvs know Mary has an affinity with children so that would probably translate to her having motherly instincts over Buttons as well)

The Captain originally greets Buttons with disdain, treating him like any of the other troops and demanding his respect. But whenever he tries to scold Buttons for nuzzling against his leg, Buttons simply licks his waggling finger and Captain can’t stay mad for long.

Eventually the Captain allows Buttons to join him on his morning run which Buttons is thrilled by and keeps up with the Captain easily. Meanwhile Cap is convinced that running with a mate will improve his time - it does not.

Buttons interrupts Thomas’ sighing on multiple occasions so he has little time for the dog, neither does Julian who practically ignores him - Buttons seems to ignore Julian in return much to Alison’s amusment.

Alison discovers Buttons running around with Humphrey’s hair gripped in his mouth but both of them seem to be having fun so she doesn’t interrupt.

But Buttons’ true affections lie with Pat - of course!! Pat takes an instant shining to him and Buttons responds with instant joy and affection.

Whenever Pat seems to disappear from Button House shenanigans, he can often be found hiding away in the library with Buttons strewn across his lap (far too large to curl up comfortably on Pat but that doesn’t stop either of them trying).

Buttons quickly becomes “Pat’s dog” and it’s rare to see Pat without Buttons close at his heels. Even at night, Buttons takes up residence as the foot of Pat’s tiny single bed, taking up far too much room to be comfortable for either the scoutmaster or dog but neither seem to mind - Buttons seems to quite like waking up to head scritches every morning.

Eventually most of the ghosts come around to Buttons’ presence in the house and welcome him as one of their own - Fanny often sits beside him next to the fire stroking his soft fur, Robin starts teaching him tricks he found on YouTube, even the Captain eventually begins throwing his swagger stick for Buttons to fetch while out on his nighttime patrols

Overall Buttons is just the perfect addition to the House, and is kind of an extension of Pat’s enthusiastic optimism (which he has often had compared to that of a retriever anyway)

So there you go!! This was so fun to think about, and I’m sorry Anon for derailing your ask but I love this concept so much. So thank you!! Also I’m definitely writing this into a fic at some point, maybe it’ll be up in about a week or so?? Yeh!! Look out for that and if you have any ghost dog ideas let me know so I can respond and maybe write them into the fic???

If you could add a new ghost to Button House, what would they be like?? Send it HERE

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I’m Not In Love

Title: I’m Not in Love Summary: “He thinks about them owning a dog, a golden retriever to be exact. A girl, they’d call her Honey. The Captain would fight for a regular name such as Charlotte, but Pat would convince him that Honey is much more fitting. ‘It matches her fur!’ he’d say. The Captain would immediately give in. He thinks about what it would feel like to be the object of Pat's affections. To be completely and utterly enamoured by someone so full of love." The Captain and Pat's friendship is put on the line. Pairings: Patcap (The Captain/Pat) Content Warnings: Very mild period typical internalised homophobia Chapter: 2 Word Count: 1744 Read on: Archive of Our Own Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

“I can’t believe we’ve just sat here for five hours and have done absolutely nothing.”

The setting sun cast a warm golden glow on the land as it began to slowly cross the horizon, the trees and bushes gently swaying to and fro, adding a soft, cool breeze to the scene. The lake had mirrored the sunset, the transition from sky to land now almost impossible to distinguish if it weren’t for small ripples from the wind delicately distorting the light over the water.

The once vivid greens and browns of the foliage among the ground and surrounding the lake had now been muted by the vibrant yellows and oranges that were now reflecting from the sun and onto the water, a deep rich blue quickly chasing away the final remnants of the day completely from the vast stretching sky above.

Pat and the Captain had been sitting by the lake since late that afternoon, having finally escaped from the chaos that is Button house. It was nice. Peaceful. For once they could relax without being interrupted by Julian with a story of some sex-capde he had been in followed by Fanny’s usual disgusted complaints, or by Thomas demanding that one of them tell Kitty to leave him alone while he comes up with the next great piece of literature.

Alison had come to realise just how much she depended on the two of them to keep the other ghosts in order, so she had organised an afternoon full of activities the ghosts would enjoy and participate in so Pat and the Captain could finally have some time to themselves.

Sitting underneath the large tree, Pat watched the grass move with the wind, longing to reach a hand out and run it across the ground so that he could feel it between his fingers. It made him think back to when he was alive. Carol had always complained about their front garden, how the weeds in the flower beds were overgrown and that the bushes were always untrimmed. He had always wanted to fix it for her, but he was usually preoccupied with his scout duties, and when he did find time to think about it he simply couldn’t come up with anything.

He owed it to his son Daley, however, when the young boy had asked him if they could plant flowers for his Mummy’s birthday, that way she didn’t have to throw them out after they died. So when Carol left to spend a week at her mothers before her birthday, Pat and Daley drove out to the garden store and bought everything they needed to fix it up for her.

Forget-me-nots, marigolds, daffodils, and pansies now filled the once weed-infested flower beds. The bushes had been trimmed, the trees cut, and the lawn mown. A small wooden bench had even been built and placed at the end of the garden. The smile on Daley’s face as him and his father admired their hard work from the bench was brighter than anything Pat had ever seen. They were so proud.

Pat wished he could smell the rich soil at this moment. Wished he could run his hands along the grass, listen to the sound of the fallen dead leaves crunch as he walked over them. He wished he could relive the feeling of pulling his son close to him in a tight hug after planting the final flower.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crickets waking up for the evening, as the last remaining rays of sunlight dropped below the horizon.

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Not wanting to return to Button house just yet, Pat directed his gaze at the man next to him. The Captain had been leant against the tree since they had got there that afternoon, the two occasionally making small talk before the Captain closed his eyes in an attempt to have the most peaceful nap of his entire existence. He’d woken not long ago, just in time to watch the sun fall and the moon rise.

For a moment after he’d woken up, the Captain had almost forgotten he was dead. At that moment, there was nothing but him, Pat, and the ground they were sat on. The tranquil smile that graced Pat’s face was more than enough to set the Captain’s heart racing. He tried to imagine what it would’ve been like, had the two of them been alive at the same time where loving the same gender was legal.

They’d move to the countryside, he decided. They’d have a large backyard with a vegetable garden by the white picket fence, maybe an apple tree, maybe even a chicken or two. The Captain had always found the thought of fresh eggs in the morning very appealing, as well as the structure provided from owning and caring for the animals.

He thinks about them owning a dog, a golden retriever to be exact. A girl, they’d call her Honey. The Captain would fight for a regular name such as Charlotte, but Pat would convince him that Honey is much more fitting. ‘It matches her fur!’ he’d say. The Captain would immediately give in.

He thinks about what it would feel like to be the object of Pat's affections. To be completely and utterly enamoured by someone so full of love.

It’s wrong, thinking about Pat that way. Imagining the two of them living in domestic bliss, running away and starting their lives all over again together. The Captain isn’t entirely sure why it’s wrong though. He was there for Sam and Claire’s wedding, he knows it’s not illegal to love the same gender anymore. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t fully accepted it himself.

He was so used to hiding away his feelings, burying them deep inside of him so that no one would ever see. So that no one would ever know he was defective. If he didn’t get close to anybody, he couldn’t betray them if they ever found out the truth.

Maybe he thought it was wrong because he truly believed that Pat would never love someone like him. He was cold, a stickler for rules and order. Not to mention that Pat was married while he was alive, to a woman no less. It was clear the scoutmaster was as straight as a pole.

It wouldn’t do any good getting his hopes up. Instead, the Captain would ignore the longing inside of him, he didn’t want to ruin what was quite possibly his only friendship in the entire house.

“Yes, well we have Alison to thank for that. Maybe we could convince her to turn this into a monthly thing. I could do with some time away from that lot every now and then.”

The Captain turned his attention toward Pat as he replied, hoping the younger ghost would be in favour of the idea. With a small nod of agreeance, Pat stood up and offered a hand to the Captain to avoid the struggle of getting up. The two of them slowly made their way back to Button house, the sounds of the other ghosts getting increasingly louder the closer they got. Hoping to stay undetected by the others, Pat and the Captain quietly snuck into the room where Alison and the other ghosts were playing some type of game.

They had almost gotten away with it without anyone noticing until Fanny got insulted at something Julian had said and jumped up to storm away. Seeing the Captain and Pat at the back of the room, she immediately took her complaint to them, the two male ghosts now preparing themselves to be thrown back into the chaos with everyone beginning to talk at once.

Alison made an attempt to calm the other ghosts down and distract them once more but was unsuccessful. It wasn’t until Pat raised his voice that everyone finally quietened down, pointing a finger at Robin asking him to start.

“Where you two go? We all play game, you not here.”

Before either of them had a chance to respond, Julian cut in with a thought that sent the ghosts into disarray once more.

“Probably off somewhere doing the old ‘horizontal tango’ if you ask me.”

“Now listen here, man! I won’t take any of this bum rap from someone of the likes of you. I would never do anything of the sort, and especially not with a brown-noser such as Patrick!”

The room stilled. The sudden silence wasn’t because of the Captain’s outburst, however, instead, the other ghosts looked past him at the short scout leader.

Without saying a word, Pat turned around and walked out, making his way to the dilapidated fountain outside the front door. He wasn’t really sure why what the Captain said had upset him. It hurt, to be completely honest.

Sitting by the edge of the fountain, Pat traced the overgrown vines with his eyes and ignored the presence slowly approaching him from behind.

“Patrick, I’m terribly sorry our friendship was misconstrued in such a way, I understand how embarrassing it was.”

“Embarrassed? You really think I’m upset because Julian’s comment embarrassed me?”

“Of course. Is… is that not the reason you’re upset?”

“No! Julian always says inappropriate things, it was what you said that hurt me.”

The Captain’s hands tightened around his swagger stick as Pat spoke, something in the younger man's tone made him want to embrace the scout leader.

“I don’t understand how, I was simply disproving Julian’s abhorrent comment.”

“That’s how! He said something about us together in passing and you acted like it was the worst possible thing in the world! Am I really that revolting Captain?”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Patrick!”

“Seriously? Can’t you see that I’m angry at you? I’m upset! And you... you don’t even care!”

“How dare you, of course I care! But you’re acting like a child, it’s time to grow up-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the Captain was shoved back, his feet tripping over one another causing him to fall to the ground. Looking up, Pat stood above him, the man’s face a mixture of regret and anger. The Captain watched as Pat turned around, his hands clenched by his sides.

“Cap, you’re a broken man, haunted by the choices you've made. I really thought we were becoming good friends. I’m sorry if I interpreted our relationship the wrong way.”

“Pat…”

“Don’t. Please, just don’t Cap. Sorry I pushed you.”

#bbc ghosts #six idiots #the captain #pat butcher #patcap #my fic #ghosts season 2 #ghosts bbc #ben willbond #jim howick

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ailendolin · 2 years

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How about Nigel for the “one thing…” ask game? I hope your day gets better!! Sending you good vibes and a hug!! 💜😄

Thank you, dear! My day got a bit better but tomorrow has the potential to be just as stressful so I appreciate the good vibes and hug! 💙

Now let's talk about Nigel.

One aspect about them I love: I love how much he cares. There’s just something incredibly sweet about him offering Alison a glass of milk even though he knows he can’t physically get her one. I think it’s his way of telling her to take care of herself, and perhaps even an attempt to lighten the mood a little and help her relax.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them: I don’t think there is one, really. We know so little about the plague ghosts that any headcanon is valid. One thing that surprised me during my second (or third?) rewatch, however, was how quickly they all, Nigel included, turned on Mick when it became clear he had brought the plague to the village. It’s quite a different side we see of him there and one that tends to get more or less ignored (I'm guilty of that as well lol).

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about this character: He had a younger brother named Henry who was born too early and always sickly and frail. He died three years before the village was decimated by the plague. (From this fic)

He lived with his parents and worked alongside his father on their farm. His parents cared for him when he got sick and caught the plague from him. Nigel still blames himself for that. (From this ask game)

He had an older sister named Susanna who survived the plague because she lived in the neighbouring village with her husband and children. Nigel was very close to her and the first few weeks after his death his greatest worry was that she would come looking for him and their parents and catch the plague as well. She was smart enough not to but she felt guilty for not being there for them for the rest of her life, especially because she couldn't even give them a proper burial.

One character I love seeing them interact with: Since he's mostly interacted with the other Plague Ghosts so far I'll go with them. I love their whole dynamic and I can’t wait to see if and how leaving the basement in series 4 is going to change that.

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more: Look, I know it’s predictable but I’m going to say Thomas. This is purely self-indulgent but I would love for those two to share a scene in series 4. I think their dynamic could be really interesting.

Apart from Thomas, I’d love for Nigel to stumble upon Jemima and maybe sort of adopt her. Oh, or for her to adopt him! Imagine her witnessing Walter being unkind to Nigel one day and then quietly walking up to Nigel after Walter’s left and asking him if he’s okay. And Nigel, bless his soul, would say something like, “No, not really, but it's alright,” and then she’d offer him her doll (is that what she’s holding?) and say, “She always helps me when I feel lonely.”

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character: I think out of all the plague ghosts, Nigel would probably best get along with the upstairs ghosts. I can definitely see him waking up early in the morning to watch the sunrise with Thomas, showing up to every single one of Pat’s Clubs, eager to learn something new, spending hours talking with Mary about vegetables and cooking, playing hide and seek with Kitty, talking fashion with the Captain (you know Cap would love that), picking up Humphrey whenever he found him lying around somewhere and making sure he’s included, laughing at Robin’s caveman jokes even if he doesn't get them, cheering Julian on when he's playing a game on the phone and watching Murder She Wrote with Fanny even though she always spoils the ending.

After a year he knows everyone so well he manages to beat Fanny at Pat's Christmas Quiz.

Next up: Thomas and Robin (thanks for the asks!) Ask game can be found here.

#nigel the plague ghost #thomas thorne #jemima #the plague ghosts #bbc ghosts #headcanons #ask game #ask #mp bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts headcanon

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hiheyimhuy · 3 years

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-Birthdays -Jayden Kouli Spring -Ian Spear Summer -Rex Woodbury Fall -Taylor Phillips Winter

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22 United States 1970-1990 -Fraternity -Fun -Matt Damon

23 Adulthood in the United States -The Bachelor -The Bachelorette -City -Country -Jobs -Relationships -Financial Problems -Making It In Hollywood

24 Masculinity -Male To Male Friendships And Siblings -Domination -Dealing With Girls

25 Comedy PBN Part 2 “Spin Off” -Continues After “Paris By Night In Modern Time” -Age Around 30+ -Van Son Cast -Similar To “Adulthood in the United States” And “Virtues of Harmony II” But Different

26 Countryside “Que” In VN -Theme Suffering -Financial Problems -Hard Living -Making It As Singers -Dating Singers -Accidents -Human To Human Crimes -How To Get To The United States

27 Physical Buildings And Transportation -Thailand, Malaysia, And Singapore -Hotels -Motels -Apartments -Bars -Clubs -Supermalls -Supermarkets -Companies -Motorcycles -Taxis -Trains -Airports -Gambling

28 Companies And Corporations -India And The Middle East -Work Time -Play Time

29 Modeling -Brazil, Portugal, And Spain -Amazon Rainforest -Rio De Janeiro -Marcello Alvarez -Jobs -Pay Less -Require Effort -Tired -Time Consuming -High School Drop Out -Saving Money -Criminal Offenses -Competition

30 Hierarchy In Society -Mexico -Poor -Rich -Cartels -Illegal Immigration To The United States -MTV Reality And Game Shows -Cabo San Lucas -Travel To The Caribbean

31 Route To Antarctica -Theme Living With Air Pollution 1990s -Chile -Santiago -San Antonio -Argentina -Buenos Aires -Andes Mountains -Lake Titicaca -Atacama Desert -Tierra Del Fuego -Tip Of South America -Cape Horn -Herding Farm Animals -Biking

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Good morning! I was wondering if you could write a little Sam and Pam and the twins interaction? Or maybe Pam meeting the baby and learning his middle name is Wayne?? Or something? Por favor??? Gracias

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Even though it had been a long night, Emily couldn’t stop staring at her son. It had only been hours since his birth. And she was so insanely in love that she couldn’t stand it. His birth had been different than the twins.

Emily and Alison had been wrestling with some wildly conflicting emotions when Lily and Grace had been born. The only people who knew the origins of Alison’s first pregnancy were their best friends. Emily had never told her mother the truth about what Alex Drake had done to her and Alison.

The pregnancy had been tough on both of them. They’d had lives thrust upon them that neither one of them asked for…against their consent. Deciding to have the babies had been a difficult choice.

But after months of depression and hours of labor they fell in love with them. That was the thing about babies. They had a way of making the entire world stop for just a moment. The idea that life could create something so amazing and innocent was an incredible notion. Babies were so pure and malleable. Watching a child seeing the world around them for the very first time was eye-opening.

The moment Lily took her first breath Alison felt like the world fell away, and her baby girl was the only thing she saw. The moment that Grace had latched on to Emily’s finger Emily didn’t care about anything else in the world.

The day their twins had been born their mothers had become putty in their hands.

Emily’s mother fell in love with them the instant she met them. She was the only grandparent they would ever have. And she spoiled the hell out of them.

Pam loved her granddaughters. She loved them when they snuggled up to her. She loved them when they made macaroni crafts for her in school. She loved them when they begged her to let them help her bake, even if it got a little messy. She even loved them when they were sullen and moody.

Emily and Alison knew that she would love her grandson just as much. There was nothing different about the love that they had for their baby boy. The only difference is that he had been a conscious choice. In fact, they had tried for him, several times. So the pregnancy hadn’t been as emotionally distressing.

The labor had been tough on Alison. Emily had stayed up with her all night…rubbing her back to help with the contractions, bringing her ice chips for the hunger pains and to cool her down, and wiping away her sweat and tears when it came time to push.

Alison had squeezed Emily’s hand so hard that her fingernails had drawn blood. She’d sprained Emily’s wrist, but Emily hadn’t said a word to her about it.

The hospital room was quiet now, which was a stark contrast to the madhouse it had been earlier. Emily looked at her wife, who was quietly sleeping in her hospital bed. Emily was sitting next to her, their son in her arms.

She reached up and swiped a tendril of Alison’s hair out of her face, her knuckles sweeping her skin. She looked beautiful even after the entire night of labor.

Hours ago Alison had been screaming at Emily, telling her she couldn’t do it. But when it came time to bring their baby boy into the world she was determined.

She’d pushed through. And when she held his tiny naked body against her bare chest for the first time she’d openly wept while kissing his head. He’d been wriggling at first, but when he felt the warmth of his mother’s bosom he’d stilled in her arms.

Alison had reached for Emily, weeping in joy…and in exhaustion. She’d kissed her bruised fingers and told her she loved her. Emily had kissed Alison’s sweaty forehead and put her other hand against their son’s belly. He’d been perfectly calm, like he knew he was safe.

Emily stared at the sleeping blonde. Her love for her was beyond eternal. She couldn’t imagine having a family with anyone else. They had wavered through hard times, but they always found their way back to each other. Because true love meant not letting the darkness drag them down. True love meant that even if they were apart…their hearts were still intertwined, and they always would be. They didn’t care what other people thought. What mattered was their connection. What mattered was their family.

Their son squirmed in Emily’s arms. His eyelids flickered and fluttered as he dreamed. She thought she saw a tiny smile.

She traced her index finger across his impossibly small fingers. In an unconscious reflex his palm flipped over and grasped Emily’s finger. Emily felt a warmth flowing through her entire body. She never wanted to let him go.

He puckered his lips and started sucking against the air. He opened his eyes, looking up at her curiously, as if he knew exactly who she was.

“Hey, sweet boy.” Emily cooed quietly. She gently rose to her feet, rocking him softly.

His wide eyes scanned Emily’s face. He furrowed his little brows and opened his mouth and a tiny little squeak came out.

Emily smiled. He was so perfect. She kissed his little button nose and watched as he scrunched his face up. It looked like he was thinking…like he was trying to figure something out.

“Hi, Sammy. Hi, baby.” She was mesmerized.

She heard soft footsteps approaching. She assumed it was the nurse coming to check in on them. She didn’t even bother looking up, because looking away meant that she’d miss a moment of her child’s life. She knew how quickly it went by. The girls had grown up in the blink of an eye.

“Em?”

Emily looked up when she heard her mother’s voice. She had a gift basket in her arms. It didn’t surprise Emily. Her mother was always ready for any occasion. The basket had a teddy bear, several plush toys, booties, blankets, hats, and some lotions and diaper creams. She’d also put in two bottles of chardonnay for the new mommies. It was her own personal touch. She quietly put the basket down on the chair near the door.

“Hey, honey.” Pam said quietly, her eyes darting to a sleeping Alison in the bed.

“Mom. Hi.”

“Is this a bad time? I tried calling.”

“Oh…” Emily reached in her back pocket. “I turned my phone off when he fell asleep.”

Pam walked over to her daughter. She looked down at the baby in her arms.

“God, he’s beautiful.” Pam caressed his cheek with her index finger. “You girls did a good job.”

“This was all Alison.” Emily glanced back at her wife. “She amazes me every day.” She slowly faced her mother again. She was trying to maintain eye contact, but it was hard to look anywhere but at her son. “His mommy is the strongest person I know.”

“Both of his mommies.” Pam put her hand on Emily’s shoulder. She looked at her grandson. He looked up at her, his neck twisting as he tried to scope out the new person staring down at him. “He is precious. You two must be so in love with him.” She ran her hand over the top of his head.

“We are.” Emily’s nose started to burn. She had cried several times already. She couldn’t contain her emotions. “You want to hold him?”

“He looks content right where he is right now.” In his mom’s arms.

Emily gently rocked him. He quietly babbled and made gurgling noises. Emily smiled down at him.

“Everyone always says that you can’t entirely understand what it’s like to love someone more than you love yourself…that you can’t get the love that a mother has for their child until you see them the first time. But something no one ever tells you is how much it hurts to love them.”

She felt like wrapping him up in a blanket and holding him close to her chest forever. She wanted to protect him from the world.

“You know, when Lily and Grace were born it was like our entire world changed. I didn’t realize how much of yourself that you lose in your children…and that you would willingly do it…that you willingly give them every part of your heart and your soul.” She lifted her son up so she could kiss his head. “I would do it a thousand times over.”

“I am so proud of you, Emmy. Of both of you.” Pam touched her cheek. She had seen her daughter grow from a shy insecure little girl to a beautiful woman with a beautiful family. And they were flourishing. “I know I made some mistakes…”

“I wouldn’t be who I am today without you and dad. I wouldn’t be here if things hadn’t gone exactly the way they’d gone when I was younger. The mistakes didn’t break me. They taught me. I know no one is perfect, not even parents.” Emily smiled at her. “Hell, I turned away from Lily and Grace one day and they crawled off in different directions and I thought I’d lost them forever. I found Grace in a pile of laundry and Lily in the kitchen cabinet. They both thought nearly giving me a heart attack was hysterical.”

“Babies are resilient.” Pam assured her.

“I know that now.” She looked down at the infant in her arms.

She couldn’t believe that they were going to go through it all over again. The girls were so old and independent now. It was a little intimidating to think about going through the baby stages again.

Emily had a weary look on her face. She hadn’t slept since they’d gotten to the hospital. It felt more important to let Alison get her rest. Her mother didn’t miss her exhaustion.

“You look so tired.”

“It was a long night.” Emily admitted.

“I can come back another time. I know Alison must be exhausted. I don’t want to wake her.”

“She’s awake.” The blonde said from behind them.

They both turned around and saw Alison slowly sitting up in the bed. She looked at Emily holding their son and she smiled. Seeing Emily with their babies made her heart swell. She looked at her mother-in-law.

“Hello, Pam.”

“Alison, how are you feeling, honey?” Pam walked over to her side. She sat down against the edge of the bed.

“I’ll be in good shape if you tell me that’s Russian River Valley.” She eyed the alcohol in the basket. She couldn’t wait to have a drink. She’d missed her wine during the pregnancy.

“I know what you like.” Pam nodded.

“Best Mother-in-law ever.” Alison reached out and touched her hand. Pam squeezed it.

“How’s the pain?”

“Not so bad. The worst part was the actual labor. It was longer than my first. And I waited too long and couldn’t get the epidural. I felt everything.”

“I hear that. Emily ripped me to shreds…” She glanced at her daughter.

“Mom.” Emily made a face.

Emily groaned in disgust. She hated hearing her mother talk about bodily functions. It was so very un-Pam Fields-like. But she’d mellowed out in her old age.

After Emily’s dad died her mother had changed quite a bit. She’d loosened up. Some of the more strict aspects of her personality fell away. Her husband’s death had softened her. And the birth of her grandchildren had made her think she was some kind of comedian. The twins thought she was oh-so-funny because she told them stories about their mom being a kid. Embarrassing stories.

“I still pee when I sneeze because of you.” Pam teased.

“The twins already bestowed that honor on me.” Alison admitted.

“Kegels help. It’s the only thing that got me back up and running down there after Emily…”

“This is an awesome conversation,” Emily uttered dryly.

“They never apologize for ruining your body.” Pam winked at Alison. They glanced at each other, as if they were in on some kind of joke. Pam’s face softened. “I’m kidding, of course. Childbirth only makes our bodies more beautiful. They change, but the imperfections are worth it, because when you look at your babies…you realize you wouldn’t have it any other way.” Pam gave her daughter a warm smile.

“Tell that to the stitches in my vagina.” Alison scoffed.

“Okay, on that note…I’m taking my boy and leaving, because he certainly shouldn’t have to hear about his mother’s and his grandmother’s body parts.” She bounced the baby in her arms. “Let’s wait a little while before we warp him.”

“Lily and Grace will have him warped by the end of the week.” Alison reminded her.

“Where are the girls?” Pam questioned.

“Shit. I thought they were with you.” Alison raised her brows. “Emily…”

“They’re fine. They’re at home.” Emily walked towards the bed, joining her mother and Alison.

“The last time we left them alone Grace set the kitchen on fire.” She reached for her phone.

“And Lily put it out. They balance each other. It’s fine. Lily knows where the fire extinguisher is. She knows the number to the poison control hotline. And she knows better than to leave Grace unattended.” Emily tried to calm Alison’s nerves.

“Forget baby-proofing the house. We’re going to need to Lily-and-Grace proof the baby. Get some durable bubble wrap and a tiny little helmet.” Alison was only semi-joking.

“He’ll be fine. His mothers are tough.” Pam reached down to play with his fingers.

He cooed. He reached out and latched on to Pam’s finger.

“I think he wants his Grandma.” Alison smiled.

She turned the phone towards Pam, Emily, and the baby and snapped a picture, capturing the moment that Pam fell indefinitely in love with her grandson. All it had taken was his tiny little fingers latching on to her. He had her heart.

“You know ‘Grandma’ makes me feel so old.” Pam made a face.

“We could go back to Pam-ma.” Emily snickered. When Lily was little she’d declared that Pam was Pam-ma, because she couldn’t pronounce the ‘G’ correctly.

“No.” Pam smiled down at the little boy as Emily slowly passed him over to her. “We’re going to go old school with this sweet one. Filipino style.” She carefully cradled his head and wrapped her arms protectively around her grandson. “Hi, bubby. I’m your Lola. Just like I called my Grandma.”

He scrunched his face up and kicked his feet out, trying to readjust to being moved out of his mom’s arms. Pam lifted him up, moving him so that his face was in front of hers. His mouth fell open in a little ‘o’ and he blinked several times. She readjusted him, letting him curl against her body until he was comfortable. He smacked his lips together and then settled in her arms.

Pam had been a natural with the twins, too. She was great with babies. All of their friends’ babies had loved her, too. Sometimes Hanna would call Pam when she was overwhelmed and her mother was out of town. She’d gotten Hanna through colic with her daughter.

“I know I’m biased here, but I think he might be the most handsome little baby I’ve ever seen.” She tickled his nose.

“The calm nature is all Emily.” Alison reached for her wife’s hand. Emily took it. “The girls got my attitude, but with him…” Alison touched her son’s foot, “…I can tell he’s going to be more laid-back. And he definitely didn’t get that from me. I imagine all those late night talks and lullabies you sang to him got through to him.” Alison peered at the brunette.

“Your father did that when I was pregnant with you.” Pam looked up at her daughter, tearing her eyes away from her grandson for a fraction of a second. “You were a calm baby. Your eyes were so bright. You were always watching…observing…like you were afraid you might miss something.”

“You’ve always been good at seeing things that no one else can see.” Alison rubbed Emily’s arm. After all, the brunette had seen the best in her.

“You got that from your dad, too.” Pam put her free hand on top of Emily’s hand. “He’d be so proud. I wish he was here…” She sighed sadly.

Emily and Alison glanced at one another, sharing a loving smile. Pam missed the exchange. She was too enamored with her new grandbaby.

“Dad is here.” Emily squeezed her mom’s hand, gently calling for her attention. “In a way.”

Emily looked down at her baby boy. She could only imagine how her father would have reacted to having a grandson. He would have loved it.

Pam looked up at her daughter and daughter-in-law, perplexed. Emily smiled at her.

Sam squeaked and then curled his head and pushed himself against Pam’s body.

“Your grandson here will always have a part of dad.” Emily blinked back tears. She could see the confusion on her mother’s face. “Did you see the name on his bracelet?”

Pam gripped the little hospital bracelet. She made out the name Samuel ‘W’ D-F.

“Samuel Wayne DiLaurentis-Fields.” Emily touched her son’s hands. “Meet your Lola, Samuel Wayne…”

Pam tore her eyes away from the baby and looked up at Emily, tears in her eyes. Hearing her husband’s name stirred a plethora of emotions inside of her. It had been years since she lost him, but she still slipped into the stages of grief quite easily.

“You named him after your father?” Pam’s voice trembled.

“It was Alison’s idea.” Emily grasped her wife’s hand.

Emily had wanted to name him after her dad, but she didn’t want to pressure Alison into it. She hadn’t had to say a word, because Alison suggested it the second they found out they were having a boy.

All Alison could think about was how big of a void her father’s death had left in Emily’s life. She remembered Emily crying before their wedding because he wasn’t there to walk her down the aisle. She’d tried to hide the pain. Alison and Pam had been able to see it, but she’d ended up looking beautiful anyway.

Jason had walked Alison down the aisle. Toby had walked Emily. But it wasn’t the same, and Alison knew it wasn’t the same. She knew because her parents weren’t around either. The difference for her was that she didn’t want her parents around.

Alison felt Wayne's absence, too, and she didn’t even know him very well. She wanted their son to have the best parts of their blended family.

“I want him to know his grandfather was a great man.” Alison reached up and touched her son’s cheek. “Wayne was a wonderful human being and I don’t doubt that his spirit lives on in him.”

Wayne Fields had been a kind man. A decent man. He loved his family more than anything, and Alison knew his grandson would be able to carry out his legacy.

They had entertained the twins with stories of their grandfather, and they wanted their son to feel connected to him, too.

“We wanted him to hear stories about how his namesake saved lives and made the world a better place for his grandchildren to play in.” Her fingertip landed against Sam’s lips. He suckled against it.

“We want Sam to know about dad’s kind heart. And his corny dad jokes.” Emily laughed, though she had a tear slipping down her cheek, which Pam automatically reached up and wiped away. “And his obsession with going overboard on Christmas...”

“That man and his Christmas lights, I swear…” Pam said with a sad smile.

“He’s going to know dad’s love. Just like the girls.” Emily leaned her head against her mother’s shoulder.

There had been a time when Emily had pulled away from her mother. But after her dad died she’d gotten closer to her than she ever imagined possible. They wouldn’t have gotten through it without each other.

“I don’t know what to say, girls.” Pam looked between Emily and Alison and then back down at her grandson.

When she looked into his wide wandering eyes she could see an old soul. The soul of her late husband. It’s as if though he was destined to be in their lives.

“You don’t have to say anything.” Alison smiled at her mother-in-law.

Sam spoke for all of them when he let out a squeaky grunt and kicked his feet.

“I am so glad those little soccer legs aren’t kicking me anymore.” Alison chuckled, tickling the bottom of his foot.

“Dad liked soccer. He played it with the kids overseas, didn’t he?” Emily asked.

“He did.” Pam nodded. “Are you going to be a soccer star, Sammy?” She pulled his blanket up around him, making sure he was snug. “Or football? Whatever you want to do, your Lola will be on the sidelines cheering for you and embarrassing you in front of all your friends. Because that’s what grandparents do.”

She leaned down and rubbed her nose against his cheek. He cooed. She sniffed his hair. He had that beautiful new baby smell. She wished she could bottle it up and save it forever.

She glanced at Alison and Emily, who were sharing a quiet look of adoration.

“Why don’t you let me look after him for a little while?” Pam slowly got to her feet. “You two get some rest.”

Emily nodded as her mother walked out of the room to take her grandson on the tour of the hospital hallways. Even after she’d disappeared, Emily’s eyes were fixed on the door.

“Hey…” Alison gripped her wrist, trying to get her attention. She had seen the look in Emily’s eyes when she was talking about her father. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Emily squeezed into the bed next to Alison carefully. She was trying to be mindful of her tender body. She knew she was sore. “I just miss him.”

Alison curled against her. She kissed her. She could taste the sorrow that Emily was hiding, but there was also a burst of joy. Their son couldn’t completely mend her broken heart, but he was certainly filling the gap that her father’s death had left there.

They laid in bed silently, Emily rubbing Alison’s back until the exhausted blonde fell asleep again. Emily wasn’t far behind her, as she dozed off right after. They knew their son was in good hands.

Sam had Pam’s heart completely. He made her feel connected to her husband again. She could feel Wayne’s energy surrounding them as she walked the hospital with her grandson.

Sam bonded with her in the same way that he’d bonded with his mothers. He never cried when he was in Pam’s arms.

She babysat several times the first few weeks while his exhausted mothers tried to get a balance back in their lives.

She offered to watch Sam and the twins one Sunday night so Alison and Emily could have some time to reconnect. They jumped at the chance.

Sam had woken up in the wee hours that Monday morning and Pam went to get him from his bassinet. The twins weren’t far behind. When their baby brother cried they always rushed to his side. But Pam was already there, rocking him in a rocking chair, soothing him and giving him a bottle.

“Is he okay?” Lily asked quietly as she crept into the room in concern.

“He’s fine. He was just hungry.”

“As long as he stays away from my Cheetos.” Grace walked in behind her sister.

“I don’t think Cheetos are good for babies.” Lily frowned.

They walked over to Pam and their baby brother.

“He’s so tiny.” Grace played with his foot. “And cute. Nothing like Lily was when she was a baby. I’ve seen pictures. She looked like a little gremlin.”

“We’re identical, gremlin.” Lily reminded her. “But you are very cute, Sammy.” She reached down and slid her index finger into his palm. He immediately latched on to her.

He glanced at them as he chewed on the nipple of the bottle.

“He’s a good little eater.” Lily smiled in pride. “Bottles and mom’s boob.”

“Gross. Can we not talk about mom’s boob this early in the morning? Or…ever.” Grace frowned.

“Breastfeeding is perfectly natural.”

“I get that. But I’d prefer not to think of mom’s boobs when I have a Chem test to get to. It’ll distract me.”

“Grace, you got distracted by a scuff in the floor last week.”

“That’s because it was shaped like a dick…” She suddenly realized her grandmother was in the room and quickly added, “tator. A dictator’s…um…” She squirmed awkwardly. “Hitler’s mustache.” She blurted out. “It was ugly. He was a very bad man.”

Lily smacked Grace on the back of her head. Grace let out a sheepish laugh.

“You girls need to go get ready for school.” Pam glanced at the clock.

“Yes. School.” Grace nodded.

Grace and Lily rushed out of the room.

“A dick? What were you thinking?” Lily growled in a hushed toned.

“It slipped out!” Grace answered back.

Pam couldn’t help but chuckle at her two crazy granddaughters. They were a mess. They always kept things interesting.

After they left for school the house was quiet. Pam sat with Sam for nearly an hour, rocking him, talking to him, singing to him.

She glanced at a picture of her husband all decked out in his dress blues. Keeping pictures of Wayne near Sam was Emily’s idea. She wanted him to know his grandfather’s face.

Pam sighed. She missed her husband more than anything. She hadn’t just lost a spouse. She’d lost a best friend. It had left a void in her life, a pain that was always there, like a window opening to let in a chill from which you couldn’t escape. But her grandson helped with the pain.

“Look what our daughter and her wife did.” Pam said quietly, smiling at the image of Wayne.

She looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms. He looked so peaceful. She felt a shift in the room. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

Sometimes if she closed her eyes she could picture him standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder, looking down at their grandbaby.

“Our girls…” Pam said, “They did good, Wayne.”

She knew he could hear her. She knew he was there. She could feel him. She was afraid to open her eyes, afraid to let go of the image she’d conjured up. But she did, because she knew that her grandbaby would be there when she did. So she opened her eyes and she looked down.

Sam’s eyes were open. He was looking up, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking beyond her, like he could see something that she couldn’t. He cooed and his mouth fell open in a gummy grin for a fraction of a second. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought he was laughing at one of Wayne’s corny jokes.

Pam would never forget the first joke Wayne had ever told Emily when she was little.

“How do you get an astronaut’s baby to sleep?” He’d lifted Emily up like a little astronaut in space and made her squeal and giggle, “You rocket it!”

It was little moments like that that kept her husband’s memory alive for her. She knew Sam would have loved him. She rubbed his cheek with her knuckle and his eyes started to droop closed again. Minutes later he was asleep.

“Samuel Wayne,” she whispered quietly as the baby slept soundly in her arms.

He would be everything his grandfather had taught their daughter to be. It had been years since he died, but his legacy lived on. He was a hero. He was a gentleman. He was a beautiful soul. He was everything Alison and Emily wanted their son to be.

#Pretty Little Liars #Emison #PLL #Emison prompt

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