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dameronology · 3 years

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that’s all {din djarin x reader}

(i’m reposting this bc it wasn’t showing up in the tags and it was stressing me out)

summary: you’d saved din djarin from himself before. now, with the pain of losing his kid, you’re about to do it all over again. (kinda based on find me here by hayley williams)

warnings: this is...flangst. fluff and angst. swearing. mentions of depression but it’s also a bit ✨positive✨

this is just me trying to be the emotional janitor to...that. i’ve tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible but some of the conversation might imply an afab reader but hopefully it’s vague to be completely objective!!

- jazz

anyways i know i already said it but !! spoilers !! spoilers !! spoilers !!

p.s spot the titanic reference

Grogu was tiny but the whole he left in your lives was massive.

You always knew you were going to have to give him up - hell, that had been the job in the first place - but you hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. He wasn’t your kid but at the same he completely and entirely was. You’d never expected your first parenting experience to be with a tiny green Jedi but at the same time, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. The next few months were going to be hard; accepting that he wasn’t yours to keep and that he was in a better place was guaranteed to be a long process. It would be worth it in the end but the initial pain was bordering on unbearable.

Din was better at hiding it than you. Admittedly, he did have a thick beskar layer to shield his emotions and pain from the outside world but he couldn’t hide it from you; never from you. Even behind the metal, you could read him like a book. It was a product of spending every waking minute together (his overprotective doing, not yours) and in return, he had learnt every habit and every quirk of yours. He sometimes cursed your ability to read him, especially when it lead to you saying things like you did not just tilt your helmet at me like that, Din Djarin.

He’d been quieter in the days since Luke Skywalker had taken the kid - quieter than usual, at least. Din was already a pretty taciturn person; compared to how he was with other people, he practically spoke your ear off but since you’d landed back on Nevarro, he’d completely kept to himself. It was painful to watch, seeing him rise at the crack of dawn to take a bounty, only to return in the evening with a few more bruises than he’d had that morning. You wanted to say something to do something that would make him snap back to reality, but this was probably his grieving process and you had to respect that. Or, you had to at least try to.

That was, until, it felt like Din was killing both you and him; working himself to the point of exhaustion, barely sleeping and refusing to even acknowledge Greef or Cara. You could deal with him being angsty. You could deal with him grieving. You couldn’t, however, deal with him ignoring you. You had literally vowed to go through all your bad times together and Din Djarin was nothing if not a man of his word. He knew it. You knew it too - and you’d be damned if you’d let him forget it.

It was on a cold - at least by Nevarro standards - morning that you decided it was time to show him some tough love. The Mandalorian had decided to hole out on one of Karga’s old ships that morning, claiming that he wanted to fix it. You were no engineering genius, but given that the old jet’s wings had fallen off, you could see it was past the point of no return and that Din had just been looking for an excuse. He was good at that these days.

‘Din!’ You called. The bay doors were open, but the ship itself was dark and dusty. Tinkering, my ass. As expected, there was no reply. ‘Din! Don’t ignore me.’

Silence.

‘Please?’

You grumbled to yourself, walking further inside the dimly lit ship. Tiny specs of dust were floating in the streams of thin light, leading your path further and further towards the cockpit. Who ever it had belonged it, it pre-dated the Republic, let alone the Empire or new order. You tried to resist the urge to cough, instead choosing to focus on your mission: hunting down the Mandalorian. The tables really had turned, considering he was very rarely the prey.

‘I was talking to Karga.’ You continued - as far as you knew, you were talking to thin air, but you liked your chances. ‘He offered me a bounty puck for...Corellia, is it? For that big, bad guy we didn’t catch last year. You know the one that nearly killed me?’

There was a crash from the cockpit, and you grinned to yourself. It was a little unethical to scare the man out of hiding with your bullshit, but you were getting desperate.

‘I figured it would be good to get out a bit, try and distract myself, you know?’ You continued. ‘So I was gonna borrow a ship and head out there tomorrow-’

‘- like hell you’re doing that on your own.’

A six foot mountain of beskar suddenly stepped out from the darkness. Normally, that would have been enough to scare anyone, but not you. You’d married that six foot mountain of beskar. That probably gave you more guts than anyone in the damn galaxy -- until they found out he wasn’t actually that terrifying. Not many people would have taken the Mandalorian seriously if they knew he enjoyed having his hair played with.

You held your hands up in the air, stretching out your fingers to show that there was no puck in sight.

‘You lied.’ Din grunted.

‘And you were ignoring me.’ You shot back. ‘’S going on?’

‘I told you. I was working on the ship-’

‘- nope.’ You cut him off. ‘Try again.’

‘Karga asked me to fix it-’

‘- Still no!’ You snapped. ‘We gonna go three for three or are you gonna finally pull your head out your ass and stop lying to me, Din?’

There wasn’t a single person in the galaxy who dared speak back to the Mandalorian - except you. That was what had made him fall for you in the first place. It was like you couldn’t even see the beskar. You’d always seen him as Din, and never as the Mandalorian, or a warrior. You’d made it clear from the day you met that you wouldn’t take any bullshit from anyone, him included, and he’d always respected that.

‘You have been holing yourself away for weeks.’ You continued. ‘I know it’s hard but you have to accept it. Grogu wasn’t ours to keep - he never was.’

Din didn’t response, instead dropping his gaze down to the floor.’

‘Hey.’ You put a finger at the base of the helmet, tilting his head back up to look at you. ‘Look at me. Talk to me.’

‘I miss him.’ He stated; short and blunt. Fitting, really. ‘And it hurts.’

‘I get that.’ You gently placed your hands on either side of his helmet, fingers splaying out over the cold metal. ‘But it’s better to hurt together. Can I?’

Din nodded, signalling that it was okay for you to take it off. You gently tugged at the helmet, momentarily breaking away from him to place it beside you. It was a relief to see his face after so many weeks of having the beskar between you; the soft brown eyes and slightly crooked smile that met you on the other side felt like home. You could have stared at him forever if the galaxy wasn’t so fucking demanding of your presence.

You’d spent far too long on the other side of the beskar, waiting for him to let you in. And now that you’d got him, now that you’d promised yourselves to one another forever? You weren’t going to let it happen again.

You gently pushed back a few tufts of brown hair, offering him a sad smile. ‘You know we made the right decision, yeah?’

He nodded, leaning into your touch as your hands carded through his hair. ‘I know.’

‘So you gotta stop beating yourself up, baby.’ You stressed. ‘Stop shutting people out - stop shutting me out. I know we don’t have the kid anymore but we are still a family.’

‘I lost the ship. I lost the kid.’ Din quietly spoke. ‘I’m just worried that-’

‘- I’m not going anywhere.’ You shook your head, knowing what he was going to say before the words even left his mouth. ‘Even if you paid me. You are stuck with me, okay? Cursed with me till the day I keel over and die.’

Finally, Din smiled. He looked you dead in the eye and he smiled, eyes creasing at the side as he peered down at you, eventually tightening his arms around your waist. He held your head to his chest, ungloved hand gently clutching you as he rested his chin on your hair. The first time he’d clung onto you like this had been after a rough mission; neither of you had been sure if he was going to make it back and when he did, the first thing he did was pull you into his arms and you stayed there for what felt like hours. That was when Din realised for the first time that he loved you - and now, after weeks of isolating himself and shutting you out, this didn’t feel completely different from that. It was just that this time, it was less of a realisation of more of a reminder.

‘I didn’t expect it to be this bad.’ Din quietly admitted.

‘I know.’ You whispered back, voice slightly muffled by his chest. ‘But pain is only temporary. Dark times pass and we’ll learn to look back on this and enjoy the memories. They won’t always be tainted.’

He’d been in a dark place when he’d met you. It was like he’d been treading water, waiting for the riptides to take him, to stake their claim and remind him of his mortality, to remind him that not even the bravest people can forfeit their ability to hurt. He tried. Maker, he had tried. The icy and emotionless impression he gave to strangers wasn’t an accident. It was a survival mechanism; a defense mechanism. One that you’d chosen to ignore. You’d saved him in every way a person could be saved.

Just as the waves were pulling him under, you’d dragged him out; dragged him to the shore and reminded him that pain was merely part of being human. Most importantly, you’d called his attention to the fact that no matter how much beskar he wore or how impenetrable he acted, that he couldn’t avoid being one. He could run away from bounty hunters and Imperials and the thousands of enemies he’d made but the fact of mortality was always hot on his tail.

Now, you were pulling him up for air all over again.

Eventually, pain stopped being a reminder of his humanity and instead, it was replaced by his love for you. His ability to feel things for you. You’d saved him then and now, you were helping him come up for air all over again. Being human didn’t always mean to hurt - it could just as much mean to love.

‘I’ve got you, okay?’ You tightened your grip on him, eyes meeting his. ‘Whatever you need.’

‘You.’ Din replied. ‘I need you. That’s all.’

a/n: ok i realised i published an identical but slightly different imagine to this in october but...clearly i have a type and that type is imagines where the mandalorian confesses that you’re the only thing he needs because i eat that shit up. consume it whole. i am telling you. i have no regrets. my content might is predictable but HELL at least u can rely on something in these wild times❤️

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Hypothetically | Chapter 25-27

summary: Reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

A/N: Set between seasons 4 and 6, not following canon. all original crimes based on real-life stories.

Warnings 18+: Murderers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood, Guns, mentions of autopsy, Fluff, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, bed-sharing, Riding, Unprotected Sex, Virgin Reader, Case of the Week, original crimes, Food mention, Smut, Oral Sex, Light BDSM, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, obgyn appointments and info, Home Invasion, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Manipulation, Grooming, Pedophilia mention, non-con oral (male receiving), Pregnant Sex, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Homophobia, conversion therapy

Word Count: 18k

chapter 25

“What do you mean we’re working a missing dog case?” Hotch questioned his whole entire life at that moment as Mindy and Garcia explained the case they think they found.

“Sir, I promise you’re going to want to listen to this,” Garcia said softly, her green dress and pink hair pom-poms really reassuring him that everything was fine.

Y/N watched him roll his eyes and wish he was somewhere else, he had been getting more and more fed up with work lately. Having a hard time with Strauss, his wife, and the job in general. After Hayley almost died last year and being stabbed, he had the worst luck on the team.

“It’s going to take a minute for you to see what we see,” Mindy matched Garcia’s aura perfectly, dressed in a cat sweater.

“All 5 of these families have reported dogs missing in the Sacramento area. You think that’s not that weird, they’re probably stealing dogs for fights and step one in the serial killer handbook. But you’d be wrong,” Garcia explained, flipping from photos of missing dog posters to murdered families.

“The dogs go missing right, the parents put all their information onto a flyer, the flyer gets plastered into the neighbourhood where everyone sees it. The unsub takes the flyer, and the dog and returns it to the family just to get inside of the house. He learns what their safety protocols are like and then he decides to break in and murder,” Mindy laid it all out easily for them to follow.

“Is there any evidence that the killer is the dognapper?” Prentiss asked, chewing on the end of her pencil as she tried to wrap her head around it all.

“No,” Garcia pressed her lips together quickly. “But! Family number 5, they were murdered on Friday. Their crime scene is the newest, it’s where we’ll get the best idea of what’s going on.”

“Sir,” Mindy added. “If I’m correct about this, another family is going to die in 2 days. There’s been another small dog reported missing in Sacramento, the same type of family and everything. It’s a signature if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Send us everything you have, wheels up in 20,” Hotch sighed, taking his things and leaving the room.

“Is he okay?” Y/N asked Rossi.

Dave and he were the closest, Hotch never told his secrets of personal gossip to anyone else. He knew Rossi understood family problems the best. Having been married and divorced 3 times each.

“Don’t repeat this, Garcia that means you,” he teased her quickly. “He asked Hayley if she wanted more kids, after seeing you and JJ expanding the BAU’s gifted children program. She said she’d only have another baby if he took a few years off.”

“Oh,” Y/N wasn’t surprised. If Spencer wasn’t in the BAU he probably wouldn’t get it either. “He’s young, he can come back at any time, as you did.”

“Which is what I said to him. He just doesn’t know how he’d fill all the time yet, he doesn’t have an interest in fishing or cigars like moi,” Rossi explained. Standing up and straightening out his suit, “not to mention the writing chops to keep your brain fresh.”

“Come on grandpa, it’s time to board the plane you can brag later,” Derek patted him on the back. “Some of us like to stay active and have fun on our time off.”

“I’ll have you know I’m very fun,” Rossi argues as they leave the room. They were like a bunch of teenagers sometimes.

“Well, I’ll see you in a few days, just be in Vegas by Sunday at 2 pm,” Y/N frowned at Spencer. “Call me when you’re free?”

Spencer leaned in and kissed her softly. Rubbing his hand over her belly as he did so, saying goodbye to the little dude in there. “Be good, take care of each other.”

She smiled, wishing he didn’t have to go again. “We always do, come home to me safely boy wonder.”

In Penelope’s office, Mindy had basically moved in. It was big enough for the two of them and they worked together anyway. Sharing all the computer space, rolling around each other like crazy people as they switched jobs. That meant that Mindy’s office became Y/N’s office when she stayed back on a case.

Y/N would be 33 weeks pregnant as of Thursday, and officially Mrs. Dr. Reid by Sunday.

If everything went according to plan. This case seemed simple enough to get them home in time. If not, the flight from LA to Vegas wasn’t even that long. Y/N and Will had a plan if this was to happen, JJ and Spencer would head right to Vegas while Will and Henry flew in with Y/N. All she really needed was her wedding dress and hospital go-bag, and Spencer.

She wasn’t going to go into labour any time soon, Matty was still way too high and she was barely even having Braxton hicks contractions yet. If her body wasn’t practicing, surely it wouldn’t just start. She was a planner, she planned everything and this pregnancy didn’t seem to listen. All she wanted was for him to be born on or after June 10th, healthy and happy, that’s her only wish.

She hated cases like these, ones that made her sit behind a desk and just look at everything till it made sense. But it never did, not in her brain. Thinking like an unsub was the only time it made sense, but she never understood it. Kidnapping a dog just to kill a family was never going to be something one could just understand.

The only idea she had was to get someone inside the newest victims’ house and just wait for the unsub to return the dog. It would be the easiest way to bring him in for questioning. So she called Hotch.

“Hotchner,” he answered shortly.

“Hey, I was just wondering if you had a plan yet? If not, I’ve been thinking.”

“We’re trying to find a way to get eyes and ears inside the vics home,” Hotch explained, it sounded like he was driving and yelling over the speaker.

“I was thinking you could send in Reid or Morgan posing as a tutor or coach of some kind, then you can hide the equipment in the bag they bring in, it would be the least suspicious,” she ran her thoughts through to him.

“That would work, I’ll have the team see what we can do from our end,” Hotch ended the call abruptly. Still in the bad mood from when he left.

She couldn’t blame him, it’s a hard spot raising kids and having this job. Y/N and Spencer were still trying to figure out how they were going to pull it off. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for Haley, always being alone with Jack and half the time her life was in danger. The risk that came with the job almost didn’t feel worth it, especially when it meant losing your family on top of everything else.

They sent Derek in, with Penelope in his ear, as he set up the cameras and microphones. Setting up 24/7 patrol across the street in a model home. Meaning that Y/N’s job was basically over and all she had to do was kick her feet up and eat snacks until she could go home.

—

Spencer crawled into bed 2 days later around 4 in the morning, cuddling into her without even taking off his work clothes. She barely slept when Spencer wasn’t home, she opened her eyes when she noticed he was there, as if she hadn’t even slept yet.

He smelled like hotel soap and stale airplane air. “Hi,” he whispered as he tried to cuddle in close to her, being held back by her belly.

“Home just in time to have to fly out again,” she smiled at him softly.

“I know,” he sighed. “I doubt the bureau would like us if we used the jet to travel to a wedding. It’s bad enough we have one and no other unit does.”

“Are you excited or nervous?”

“Both.”

“Mmm,” she hummed along. “I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

“I still haven’t written my vows and,” she stopped herself, frowning a little as Spencer laid a hand on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s all happening so fast. I feel like I haven’t had a chance to enjoy any of it and I’m worried if this is how fast the lead-up is, then how fast will the night be over?”

“Oh bunny,” he cooed. “I’ll make sure we get a moment alone, how about we sneak off during the party and go to the swing and just spend time together? Really make the most of our day.”

“Okay,” she smiled again. “A part of me wishes it was just us.”

“How about this,” Spencer said as he sat up, turning on the bedside lamp before getting out of bed. He looked through his underwear drawer and pulled out the box the rings were in. “Marry me, right now?”

“What?” She laughed.

“Just me and you, marry me?”

“It won’t count this way?” She rebutted, sitting up as well as she squinted in the light. Trying to wake up more.

“you’re not religious and you hate the government even though you work for them,” he reminded her. “Having a sheet of paper and dedicating my life to you are two completely different things.”

“I told you I don’t have my vows ready!”

Spencer sat on the bed, sitting directly across from her as he placed the rings on the bed. Taking both her hands in his as he looked into her eyes. “Just make it up?”

“You’re insufferable,” she teased him.

“And you love me,” he teased right back.

“Fine, Spencer Reid, you big fuckin’ dork,” she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “My whole life I’ve just wanted to love you. I don’t know how I managed to pull it off, but here I am."

She let out a long, shaky breath as she continued. "You complete me, I don’t feel right when you’re not around and I never want to lose you. Marrying you means more to me than just becoming your wife, I don’t care about the term or the tax benefits," she laughed as a tear fell down her cheek. he wiped it away quickly.

"I was perfectly content just being in your rotation. Being your partner for life is a blessing to me, I’m going to love you forever.” She picked up and ring and put it on his finger.

His eyes were glossy as he watched her shaking hand slip the ring over him. He loved her more than he even knew how to describe at the moment.

“Do you remember that one time you asked me to show you how a real man loves a woman?”

She laughed, looking down at her gigantic belly. “Kinda hard to forget when I’m carrying around this extra 30 pounds.”

“It reminded me of a quote I read on a swing one time,” he said softly, watching her eyes gleam as she knew where he was going.

“The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Y/N with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her nonetheless because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.”

“What’s that from?” Y/N couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her cheeks, she had never known what book he was reading. She always wondered what his thoughts were in that moment when their eyes locked in remembrance all those years ago.

“Great Expectations by Charles Dickens,” Spencer replied, starting to cry as well.

That’s when she remembered it, looking over at the book that had been sitting on his bedside table for months. It was the book he re-read the most, the book he was reading that first night in Wichita when she asked to crawl into his bed. The book he put down before they conceived Matthew. The whole time she was falling in love with him, the way she did as a child, he was reading the same book because it reminded him of her.

“I didn’t expect that book to hold such a place in my heart the first time I read it. I only brought it to the park with me that day because it was the closest book to me, and I was having a really hard day,” he stopped to wipe his tears softly. “Yet somehow, every single bad day in my life has been made better by you. You’re my greatest expectation, and the only one I’m trying the hardest to live up to.”

“I love you,” she replied to him softly. Holding his face in her hands now as she stared into his eyes, “you’re always going to be everything I’ve ever wanted and all I’ll ever need. You’ve met every expectation, and beyond.”

“I love you,” he smiled. He took her left hand off his cheek, sliding the silver band over her ring finger, pressing it snugly against her engagement ring. “forever.”

“And then some,” Y/N added before kissing him softly.

She smiled against his lips, sitting back and looking at him with complete wonder. “Dr. Y/L/N,” she teased him, pretending to tip her imaginary hat.

“Agent Reid,” he copied her causing them both to laugh again.

“So when is our real anniversary then?” Y/N asked softly, trying to remember what day of the month it was.

“It’s April 20th.”

“Our anniversary cannot be 4/20!” She panicked. “Oh. My god!”

Spencer laughed from down deep in his gut, laying down against the sheets as she smacked his arm lightly. “I’m serious, but that’s so funny though,” she laughed too.

She laid back against the sheets then, Spencer cuddled into her side. His face in the crook of her neck while laying a leg over hers. She held him as close as she could, Matthew really starting to get in the way of everything she did now.

She let out a deep breath as she settled with Spencer against her. “I love you so much, my husband.”

“I love you more, my wife,” he replied. The words sounding like heaven on his lips.

chapter 26

She let out a deep breath when the dress actually zipped up. She was so worried that in the last 2 weeks her body had completely changed. JJ finished with her zipper, fluffing her dress and making sure everything was in place.

Her mom was wiping her tears for the 4th time in the last hour, Y/N couldn’t stop laughing every time she heard her sniffle. It didn’t feel as life-changing as her mother made it seem, Spencer and Y/N were already married in her opinion, this was just a nice formality for their parents.

She could hear all the people talking in her parent’s yard, a few kids yelling as they ran around each other. People were already drinking, there was food and snacks all around. It was just a big party where they were going to tell everyone exactly how much they loved each other.

As much as she was ready mentally, her body was shot. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t leave, the baby was kicking from the anxiety in her body no matter how hard she tried to calm down. It was nerve-wracking to be so open in front of so many people.

It was even worse with the fact she hadn’t seen Spencer since yesterday. As much as he claimed he wasn’t superstitious, he really didn’t want to see her before the wedding. Claiming his mother was the worried one, Y/N let it slide no matter how much she hated sleeping in her childhood bed all by herself with a mini-gymnast in her stomach.

“Are you ready?” JJ asked her softly.

She nodded, looking in the mirror at herself one last time. “Can I have a minute?”

“Sure,” JJ smiled, taking Debbie with her as they walked out of her room.

She stood in the window, opening the blinds and looking out towards the swings once again. Spencer was sitting there, swinging while staring at her window.

She smiled, feeling the butterflies leave her system in a beautiful flurry as their eyes locked. She was ready, she had always been ready to marry him.

She walked out of the room and down the stairs, holding the railing carefully. She was just wearing a pair of crocs under her dress, not trusting her big clumsy ass with heels.

She waited in the foyer as Emily walked across the street to gather everyone. She was officiating for them, Spencer wanted her to be the one to marry them, she was the closest thing to a sister he had.

Every single important person in their lives was in the crowd. Even Spencers father was there, in the back, quiet. Diana was happy to see him, Spencer felt indifferent. Gideon came too, which made it a little easier.

They all walked across the street then, gathering at the end of the makeshift aisle they laid out in the park. Penelope played a simple wedding march, starting the ceremony officially.

Everyone stood, turning towards them. Chloe went down first, dropping flower petals in big clumps here and there before running towards her mom. Then it was Y/N’s turn, opting out of the whole bridesmaid’s thing for the sake of not having to pick and choose between her co-workers and sisters-in-law.

Her dad extended an arm for her, she took it as she softly smiled at him. He looked like he was trying not to cry, “ready?”

“Let’s go,” she whispered.

Seeing Spencer at the end of the aisle was like a dream. She began to walk towards him, every step closer made her heartbeat louder and louder in her chest. Before she knew it she was standing in front of him, her dad giving her a soft kiss on the cheek before handing her over to Spencer.

The idea of giving her away was weird. He wasn’t giving her to him, he was simply helping her reach him. And he always had been.

Spencer’s hand was soft in hers and they stepped towards Emily together.

The music stopped then, causing them to turn to each other and smile. It was time.

It felt more like time stopped, however, getting a sort of tunnel vision for each other as the rest of the world faded away.

“Welcome everyone, you can take a seat,” Emily cut into the moment. “A few weeks ago Spencer asked me if I’d marry him off to his best friend, I of course said yes because who can say no to that face?”

Everyone laughed as Spencer blushed. “Spencer is the smartest man to work in the FBI, we’re not afraid to admit that. From the day I met him, he was nothing but informative and kind, as well as shy and personal. It took a while to learn anything about him, but once you get to know him he’s like an open book. And it’s a good story.”

“Like most good fairy tales, it’s a story told in two parts. Starting with a meet-cute of cosmic proportions, a plotline that would make any other ’right for each other at the wrong time,’ story run for the hills,” Emily exaggerated.

“And finally, a reunion,” her voice was soft then. “I’ll never forget the day Spencer held the door open for Y/N, she walked in with a smile on her face that was almost as big as Spencers. He introduced us to a childhood friend that day, not realizing she would become part of our family.”

Y/N felt herself getting a little choked up, seeing Penelope and JJ wiping their tears just off to the side.

“It’s a story best told in the first person,” Emily laughed at her own joke. “So, without further ado, ladies first,” she instructed, stepping away from the altar to keep the focus on them.

“Well?” Y/N shook her head at him, motioning with her hand for him to start speaking. Making everyone laugh once again. Spencer’s smile was adorable as he giggled.

“Would you say— hypothetically, of course, that soulmates are real, Doctor Reid?” She questioned him softly.

He nodded, “I would.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Because I think you’re mine. And I think I’ve known that for a very long time. There was something about you, that first day I saw you. You weren’t shoving dirt up your nose or pulling on my hair. You were reading a book, I believe it was Matilda, you were all by yourself and you looked sad.”

“Me, being me,” she laughed to herself, “I marched over to you and I asked if you wanted to play in the sandbox with me. One small gesture changed the entire course of my life, you became a friend and then a stranger again in the blink of an eye. I know what it’s like to know of you and not be in your presence and it’s the worst.”

She didn’t want to cry, but she knew she was about to. “I know you’re my soulmate because my soul physically aches when you’re not around. Like magnets, I’m pulled towards you and I’m willing to crush anything that gets in the way. You and I were once the same cosmic rock just floating through space, separated for millions of years until the time was right.”

“I found you right when I needed you,” she wiped a tear off her cheek quickly. “When we needed each other. And I’m never going to let you go.”

She turned towards Emily, grabbing a ring from her. “With this ring, you’re tied to me for eternity now, the way things always should have been.”

“I love you,” Spencer whispered, wiping his own tears before holding her hands again.

“Your turn, pretty boy,” she teased him one last time, laughing to try and stop the tears.

“Most of you know the story,” Spencer began his speech. Staring into Y/N’s eyes, trying to forget there was an audience.

“We met in kindergarten, she was wearing a sundress with green and pink flowers, much like today. You had bangs back then and a cute pink bow in your hair. And you were as stubborn then as you are now,” he smiled. “Mrs. Richardson had told me twice that we weren’t allowed to put water in the sandbox, no matter how important it was to the construction of my model pyramids. That’s why I was reading my book. You went to your backpack, grabbed a water bottle, and poured it right into the sand without thinking twice about the consequences.

“I didn’t really see you again until I was 13, I sat on that swing with my copy of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens while you sat in your window way up there.” He pointed at her house, past the swing set. “I’ll never know what you were reading or what you were thinking, but I have the exact moment I saw you ingrained in my memory,” Spencer’s words were soft as his thumbs ran over her hands.

“Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets.” Spencer recited from memory.

“You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Y/N, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you,” Spencer’s voice trailed off to a whisper as he reached the end.

“I read that quote moments before seeing you again, and part of me knew the universe had greater plans for us. And I knew, Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!”

“With this ring,” Spencer finally added. Lifting the last ring from Derek’s extended hand, placing it on Y/N’s ring finger where it belonged. “I vow to love you till my very last moments, and if heaven is real I’ll be waiting for your loving embrace.”

She wiped her tears quickly, looking up as she tried to stop her mascara from smudging. “You’re a dick sometimes,” she started to laugh before hearing the crowd do the same.

“You love me,” he teased her.

“I do,” she smiled, pulling him in and kissing him hard on the lips. Getting lost in his embrace as the world around them stopped.

—

Having every single person that she loved mingle around her parent’s backyard felt a little surreal. Her father and Rossi were smoking cigars together on the desk, Levi and Will were discussing training stories while Chloe and Henry chased each other around the yard.

Emily and Noelle were slowly dancing in their own little world to the music that played, not too far from Haley and Arron who had the same idea. Jack was talking to Derek, sharing stories about their favourite superhero.

Diana and Debbie were going around making sure everyone had a drink or a snack, discussing their children and showing off to everyone that was there. It was a lot to take in, but she wouldn’t change it for the world. This was the most perfect little wedding she could have ever asked for.

Spencer never left her side, holding her hand where ever she went for the majority of the night. Knowing she hated being the centre of anyone else attention, calming her down from all the eyes that were on her.

“Do you want to go to the swing?” He whispered in her ear when they were finally alone.

“Please,” she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Wanting to just be alone with him for a while.

She snuck out of the yard and across the street, Y/N sat down on the swing for the first time in years, her big belly thanking her for the relief. Spencer pushed her lightly on the swing, helping her swing in the late-night spring breeze in rural Nevada.

The light in her bedroom was still on, illuminating the empty room she called hers for the majority of her life. Still unable to process the fact that she did it, she married Spencer. She made a life in his orbit, she was happy and loved and making a family with the man of her dreams.

This was the best revenge she could have ever gotten on any childhood bully or predator in her life. Pure happiness, that no one could take from her. Knowing she did this on her own, meeting Spencer out of the blue and building a life of joy and peace was so unbelievably wonderful.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Spencer asked softly as he continued to push her on the swing.

“I’m just amazed that I did it,” she said softly.

“Did what?”

“all this,” she waved her arm out in front of her. “I grew up, I made friends and a family and found the love of my life even after believing for so long that I never would.”

“the universe had better plans for you than you thought,” She could hear the smile on Spencer’s face as he spoke. “You’re so deserving of the world and then some, you’re worth the universe to me. Brighter than any star in the sky, more powerful than the big-bang.”

She dragged her feet along the sand, stopping the swing abruptly before turning around to see Spencer. His eyes glistened in the moonlight or the streetlight. Either way, his brown eyes were glowing as she looked up at him softly.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

She wrapped her arms around him as best as she could, pressing her cheek against his chest softly. “For showing me that love is real.”

“Being able to love you has been the best part of my life.”

She pulled him into another kiss, holding his face softly as she peppered kisses to his lips over and over. “You get me forever.”

“And then some.”

“Hypothetically,” she teased him lightly. “Anything is possible when the two of us get together.”

“I love you,” was all he could say before kissing her again.

They could hear the music travelling across the street for the yard, she wrapped her arms around him and swayed to the beat. Taking a moment completely alone with him to just appreciate him. To hold him close, hear his heartbeat through his suit jacket and just take it all in.

The rest of her life started at that moment, the birth of a new future. One with endless possibilities, endless happiness, and the most love in the whole world.

Soulmates, 500 years in the making.

Placing 500 more years of possibilities in the hands of Fate, who cradled them in her loving embrace. Making a future for them unlike any she’s made before.

Epilogue

2020

The birds chirping used to make her wake up with a smile, now it made her panic a little. She was so overly used to being woken up to a baby crying, a kid with a tummy ache, or the sound of fighting coming from the cribs in the twin’s room.

When it was quiet she worried, opening her eyes and looking around to see all 4 of her children cuddled up around her and Spencer. Completely asleep, and absolutely adorable.

Matthews’s face was beside hers on the pillow. His long hair falling over his face, just like his fathers used to all those years ago. She kissed her baby on the forehead, unable to fully understand that he was 10 now.

The twins were in the middle, Harper and Derek were attached at the hip all day long. Sleeping basically on top of each other, it was the only way they were peaceful. Since being squished together in the womb, they’ve become best friends and each other’s comfort person over the last 6 years.

Alice on the other hand was a daddy’s girl. Probably because she got the most time with him, 2 and a half years’ worth of all Spencer’s love and affection.

Spencer had quit the BAU when they got pregnant with their last baby, deciding he wanted to be with his kids full time. He wanted to be more present, to make more memories and just be a good dad.

Every morning Alice would find her way into the bed, she’d do whatever it took to get between Y/N and Spencer, cuddling into her father’s arms and going back to sleep. Almost every time, she would push her mom’s arms away, waking Y/N up in the process just to smirk at her as if to say; “haha my turn.”

She loved her little family. And they loved her too, she had been out of town for a week on a really bad case that required all hands on deck. They called her every day, begging her to come home soon, breaking her heart. So it wasn’t a surprise to see all of them snuggled in, taking in all the time with her that they could.

Matthews’s eyes fluttered as he woke up, his big beautiful brown eyes looking at her softly. “Mom,” he said softly with a smile before wrapping his arms around her neck and snuggling into her. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, Mr. Magoo,” she whispered into his hair, holding him close. He still smelled like her little baby, only bigger as he rested against her.

“Are we still going to Uncle Dave’s tonight?” He asked as he settled against her, wanting her to run her fingers through his hair. It calmed him as it did for Spencer, soothing his mind as it ran a million miles a minute.

“I think so,” she replied, picking him up softly and laying on her back more. “I think all your cousins are going to be there too.”

“Even Jack?” He asked, sitting up with wonder in his eyes. Jack was 15 now, and just the coolest dude in Matthews’s life. Much like how Spencer looked up to Hotch in the beginning.

“Even Jack!” She whispered with enthusiasm, trying to keep the others asleep but it was too late.

“Mommy!” Harper cried, pushing Derek away from her as she leaped into her mother’s arms.

“Hi sweetheart,” she couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she got smothered in hugs from the twins.

Spencer looked over at her then. Alice was snuggled into his neck, one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hair. She had always played with his hair every chance she could get. Especially whenever he held her or gave her a ride on his shoulders as they walked through the park.

“Hi,” Spencer smiled.

There he was, the love of her life. His smile made her feel at home, the love between them only growing every morning when they laid eyes on each other.

“Are you going to say hi to mommy?” Spencer asked Alice, rubbing her back softly.

She raised her hand to wave softly before dropping it back onto Spencer’s head with a smack, “ow?” He laughed lightly, making her bounce on his chest and laugh in response.

She was always quiet in the morning, leaving all the talking to her siblings. She was the calmest of them all, she was also the easiest of the 4 of them. She didn’t cry unless she was desperate for food or attention, she slept through the nights and was just all around not fussy at all. A literal blessing to their lives.

The twins were a lot, they knew they would be. She doesn’t miss the days and nights of them taking turns screaming. And she definitely doesn’t miss the ache of her body as two babies sucked her dry for almost 6 months. Breastfeeding kicked her ass the most, eventually making her lose too much weight and faint from low blood pressure, it sucked.

The outcome was beyond worth it. Derek and Harper were the craziest, funniest, loudest 6-year-olds in the whole world. If they weren’t writing a show, pretending to direct a spooky movie or pulling pranks on their father, they were planning to.

They had a specific dynamic, Harper was the planner and Derek was the do-er. Harper would come up with the sneakiest, worst ideas a child could have and somehow always managed to convince Derek to do it for her. A modern-day Jekyll and Hyde terrorized her home.

But Matthew, He was the sweetest. Being a single child till the age of 4 meant he was around Spencer and Y/N all the time, just the three of them. He’s shy but outgoing, he speaks his mind and he isn’t afraid to share his thoughts and feelings. He’s the best part of both of them but with all the confidence to follow his dreams. He was handsome and smart, he was sweet and kind, he was her baby. Forever and always, no matter how big he got.

He’s smart like Spencer, but not jumping through elementary school as fast. They agreed to let him decide when he turned 14. He deserved the chance to grow up with his own age group, to make friends and memories that were good and happy, to build the confidence to stand up for himself and others before he finished school. He didn’t mind it, he enjoyed helping other students when he finished his work early and asking for extra credit assignments.

And he liked being in class with Roz LaMontagne. They were smitten with each other from day one, always holding hands and playing nicely. JJ and Y/N always felt bad peeling them apart from each other at the end of a playdate, they were best friends.

It was like Roz had 2 older brothers with Henry and Matt, the 3 of them being so close in age they were often mistaken for triplets, with JJ and Y/N being their lesbian moms. It was a ruse that came in handy when they saw men checking them out, or when they wanted a family discount at the zoo.

Her life felt perfect, it was far from it in reality but she was happy with that. She worked long hours, her kids missed her every day, she didn’t see Spencer as often as she’d like and she was always tired. But that was what it took, she would work herself to the bone in an instant if it meant that she could come home and be snuggled like this every time.

“How was your week?” She asked Harper, brushing her strawberry blond hair behind her ear as she cuddled into her other side. Now having 3 children laying on top of her.

“Dad took us to the air and space museum,” Derek answered for her.

“No way!” Y/N enthused. “You need to tell me everything you learned!”

“The Museum is the largest of the Smithsonian's 19 museums and its Center for Earth and Planetary studies is one of the Institution's nine research centres. More than eight million people a year visit the Museum's two locations, making it one of the most visited museums in the country,” Matthew explained, remembering the sign at the entrance from memory.

“Wow, what was everyone’s favourite part? Maybe we can go again soon and you can all show me?” She suggested, riling them all up till they were bouncing on the mattress and screaming suggestions back and forth.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N settled them down. Watching them all sit-down and smile as they tried to stop laugh and listen. “Why don’t we go get breakfast and spend the morning together before we get ready to go to Aunt Penny’s party tonight okay?”

“I thought it was Uncle Dave's party?” Derek asked.

“It’s at his house but you know how aunt penny plans,” Y/N smiled at him. “How about you all go get dressed and pick something nice to wear while I talk to your dad for a bit?”

“Anything I want to wear?” Harper questioned her, very serious.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head, “something nice, but yes your choice.”

“Yes!” Harper screamed, hopping off the bed making the whole room shake as she ran down the hall. The sound of her bare feet slapping the hardwood carrying through the hallway in an echo.

“Matty, I’ll dress Alice, can you just watch her for a minute?” Spencer asked as he placed Alice in the middle of the bed.

“Sure,” Matthew smiled. “Come on Ali, I’ll read you a book?”

She put her arms out for her brother to carry her, and soon enough it was just Spencer and Y/N all alone again. Spencer and her both falling back against the pillows and sighing in the quiet.

Spencer pulled her into a hug, wrapping himself around her as he kissed her cheek, “I missed you so much, I hate when you’re gone.”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you,” she said softly. “I got a job offer last night, and I think I’m going to take it.”

“What is it?”

“VICAP and the BAU are merging, even more, I’ve been asked to be the Chief of VICAP to personally overview the program and pass the information along to Prentiss,” She explained. “It would be a 9-5 thing, 5 days a week. I’d be home for dinner and all weekend long. We could have another baby or go on vacation? You know the possibilities are endless.”

Spencer kissed her again, “you’d be able to help people and be home all the time.”

“Exactly,” she smiled into his embrace. “I told them I’d let them know later today, they want me to start next month.”

“Follow your gut,” Spencer whispered, happy at the decision she was making either way.

“My gut is currently saying ‘feeeeed meeee’, so let’s get going!” She cheered as she tried to escape from his embrace.

He just held on tighter, tickling her stomach and kissing her neck, “help!” She cried, joking obviously and the kids knew that. Sure enough, 4 pairs of feet came running back into their room, dog piling them.

“I said help! Not suffocate me?!” She teased them as Spencer let her go, each taking a child and tickling them instead. Everyone was screaming again, giggling from deep in their stomach, feeling sick from how happy they were.

She loved every moment of it.

—

After 10 years, the BAU had gone through a lot of changes. Everyone seemed to come and go at least once, some leaving for good when their families started. But there were a lot of new faces now, once someone was on the team they were family.

It was a rare occasion for everyone to get together, especially now that almost everyone had kids. Spencer and Y/N went from being the 2nd set of parents to aunty and uncle to 8 kids in 10 years.

That meant that there were currently 12 screaming kids terrorizing Rossi’s beautiful backyard as the adults sat around the fire. “Please tell me no one here has a baby announcement to make, I don’t think I can handle a thirteenth,” Rossi complained, grey hair making him look more like papa Rossi than uncle Dave now.

“No,” everyone said in unison, laughing at the abundantly clear meaning. They were all too tired to do it all again.

“Like Spencer’s mom said, why have another when you can stop at perfection?” Emily joked as she leaned into Noelle’s embrace. “PJ is the best little guy in the world.”

“Spencer makes some great kids,” Y/N laughed. Remembering that time Emily nervously asked them if Spencer would be the donor for her child. Wanting her kid to be born with the best DNA she could think of.

“That he does,” Noelle smiled, looking into the yard to see PJ, Michael and Hank roughhousing like they always were.

They all had kids fairly close together, always making sure each new member of the BAU's gifted children program had friends who were more like family in their lives. Their small chosen family expanded not only in size but with the amount of love they shared for each other.

Henry was 12 now, Jack 15. They had always gotten along well together, being a little more on the nerdy side. They welcomed Matthew into their little group with open arms, as well as Roz.

Hotch ended up becoming Section Chief, taking a desk job so that he could spend more time with his family. They welcomed Jessie 6 years ago, right around the time Y/N had the twins. She was a spitting image of Haley with all the stern seriousness of Hotch. Seeing her and Harper try and work together was always funny. Harper and Derek were always trying to start shit somewhere, while Jessie ran to Y/N to tattle on them. It was the funniest dynamic out of all the age groups, and it was only going to get worse as they grew up.

“I don’t know,” Y/N sighed, looking at her kids as they all smiled and laughed. The joy they brought her was unimaginable, “I think 5 would be interesting.”

“You’re a psycho, and I should know, I’m an expert,” JJ just shook her head, blinking at the craziness. “I can barely handle 3.”

“Alice was so easy though,” she whined. “All of them were good, I miss having a baby who wanted to cuddle with me. It’s not fair Spencer gets all the attention now.”

“You could always quit, they’d love that,” he teased her softly, not wanting to wake Alice as she slept on him, tired from playing with everyone during the afternoon.

“My new position is going to be better for us,” she smirked.

“What position?” Penelope yelled at her.

“I’m going to be the VICAP unit chief,” she smiled, watching them all light up as they congratulated her. Starling the sleeping Alice on Spencer’s chest.

“I think I’ve done enough fieldwork, I’d like to cook more dinners and read more bedtime stories now,” she smiled. “I never thought I’d say that.”

“I don’t think any of us did,” Haley added. “I never expected Aaron to slow down, but when he did I think it was the best thing he chose to do. Jack and Jessie love having him around all the time.”

“To 10 plus years on the job, 10 years of friendship and the 12 new lives we brought into this world,” Y/N said as she lifted her can of ginger-ale, everyone following with their own drinks.

“To family,” Prentiss added.

“To family,” they all repeated.

Taking a sip before smiling at each other, everything ended up okay. It was more than they ever expected, and everything they hoped for.

—

The kids all fell asleep on the ride home. Spencer and Y/N each taking one of the twins upstairs first, placing them in their beds softly before returning to the garage for the others. Finding Matthew trying to carefully bring Alice inside to help his parents.

“Hey Matty it’s okay,” Spencer whispered, placing a hand on his back. “you go inside with your mom and I’ll take care of this.”

“Okay,” he replied, extremely tired as his eyelids drooped.

Y/N wrapped her arm around his shoulders, he was almost as tall as her already and she wasn’t ready for that. “Come on my baby,” she whispered as she led him into the house and up the stairs.

She helped him change into a pair of pyjamas before helping him into his bed, covering him in his adorable planet-covered sheets. She tucked him in nice a snug before sitting on the edge, looking down at him as he closed his eyes and settled in.

She brushed his brown curls off his face, making way for the kiss she was about to leave on his forehead. “Goodnight my Matty Magoo, I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you to the edge of the milky way,” he replied with a small smile. “I’m excited for you to be home more. Dad worries about you and it makes him sad, I like seeing you both happy together.” He rambled all his thoughts out at night just like Spencer did.

She kissed his head softly, holding his cheeks in her hand as she looked into his beautiful brown eyes. “You are so sweet, have a good sleep and I will see you tomorrow. I love you.” She told him again, and she’d tell him a million more times if she could.

“I love you, too, mom,” he smiled one last time before closing his eyes.

She shut off his lamp, closing his door on the way out.

She stood in the hallway then, a hand on her heart as she thought about just how much she loved him. JJ wasn’t kidding when she said you grow a love so big you’d kill for them.

Back in the twin’s room, she made sure they were comfortable for the night, taking Harper out of the crazy dress and pants she picked out for the day. Tucking both of them into their little beds, kissing their heads before turning on their nightlight. They didn’t like the dark, and they liked to keep their door open a little so buddy could sneak in.

In her own room, she found Spencer in bed, shirtless with a book. He got sexier as he got older, it was impossible and yet it happened. Every year he looked different, in a wonderful way.

His hair was fluffy, his tummy was fuller— a dad bod as Penelope would call it. He wore glasses all the time now, having a hard time reading without them. It made him incredibly hot.

She changed into a cute pyjama set, satin shorts and a spaghetti strap top, wanting to get his attention away from whatever book he found this time.

She could feel his eyes on her as she changed, not wanting to look at him and make him stop.

He put his book down when she got in beside him, still on the right side after all these years. “What?” She asked him as he kept staring at her.

“Were you serious?”

“Yes I do think you’re sexy, I didn’t think you could read minds too?” She teased him.

“Funny,” he smiled at her. “Do you want another baby?”

She shrugged, “we could Russian roulette this and just see if it happens?”

“Seriously?” His voice dropped, softer than normal. “Because I would have 16 more kids with you if you wanted. They’re all so amazing, every time.”

“I know,” she felt her heart melt. “Matthew said you get sad when I’m not here, he worries for you.”

“All week, Harper wore her regular outfits because she likes making you laugh with her silly ones,” Spencer told her. They liked to share secrets about their kids at night. Basically profiling them.

“I love them,” her heart felt like it was going to burst.

“Come here,” Spencer requested, waiting for her to sit on his hips and look down into his eyes like she always did. She brushed the hair off his face, holding his cheeks in her hands.

His eyes are so much like Matthews, but it was Alice who looked the most like him. She had his nose, his chin, she was tall and skinny and just the most adorable copy of him. Every feature on him was in one of their kids, he saw the same thing in her.

“Are you sure?” She asked him softly.

“The only thing in the whole world that I know for certain is that I love you and this family. Even gravity is simply a hypothetical, but you and me… I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” his words soft and his expression softer.

She kissed him, pressing her lips against his for the first time in a while. It always felt like coming home, this was where she was meant to be.

When she pulled back all she wanted to do was look at him for a minute, to imagine what new little face the two of them could make together. All 4 of their children were so perfect, she couldn’t imagine a 5th possibility.

“Put a baby in me,” She whispered.

She didn’t have to tell him twice, he reached over to the night table to turn off the light before kissing her neck softly. His big, warm hands wrapped around her back, pulling her in closer to him.

He was so much different now from the first time they did this. Confident, stronger, older, but he was still her soft boy. He held her with care, kissed her like she was made out of glass. The contrast of his actions and the feeling of his rough hands on her body made her feel like she was on fire.

He pushed the straps of her shirt off her shoulders, dipping her back a little so he could kiss her cheek. He pushed her shirt down, freeing one of her breasts, holding it softly in his hands before kissing the newly exposed skin.

His tongue swiped across her nipple, making her gasp and grip his arm as she rutted into the feeling. He cradled her head in his hands, laying her back with her head now at the foot of the bed.

Still, between her legs, he pulled the satin shorts down slowly to see she never wore any underwear under them. He smirked, running his finger softly over her vagina, watching in awe as she spread her legs wider for him.

She could see how hard he was, his erection making a tent in his boxers as he teased her softly. “Still so perfect,” he praised her. “Look how tight you are, sucking my finger inside that tight heat.”

She tightened around him on purpose then, feeling his finger slip in even more. “Fuck,” he gasped. Moving down more to place a kiss on her clit.

Her breathing picked up then, even after 11 years of sex with this man, the thought of his tongue on her still made her shiver. He was just that good, always getting better every time he dove face-first into her.

Her back arched the second his tongue connected with her clit. Pushing herself into his tongue more and more as he explored her. Two fingers were inside of her now, Spencer’s mouth kissing and sucking and licking every single inch of her pussy as she quietly gasped into the darkness.

She wanted to scream for more, she always did, but she couldn’t anymore. There were 4 sets of ears just down the hall trying to have a peaceful night’s sleep, she had to remind herself of that every time.

“Fuck, Spencer,” she whispered, biting her lip so nothing else slipped out.

“What?” He whispered against her skin, kissing her groin and lower tummy.

“Please,” she begged softly, sitting up and climbing onto his lap once more. “Daddy?”

It had been years since she said that to him, not able to utter the words once he actually became a father. It lit a fire in him, pulling her in closer before he ripped the shirt off her body.

He held her against him, kissing her neck as he basically growled at the feeling. Becoming almost feral with the thought of fucking her. She was in love with the feeling, when he got rough with her it was the best.

She enjoyed every second of it, knowing she’d wake up in the morning with beard burn on her neck and between her thighs, not giving a single fuck. It was so worth it, the tickle of his facial hair on her skin beside his mouth, she craved it.

“I need you out of those boxers, sir,” she panted, holding his hair as he continued to kiss her neck.

He pulled off her, looking at her in the darkness with lust-filled eyes. “Lay back,” he instructed her.

She always listened, laying back against the pillows as he freed himself from the confines of his underwear. Crawling on top of her and hovering slightly as he looked down at her. He brushed her hair off her face, kissing her lips lightly before smiling.

“Tell me again what you want?”

She smirked, “I want you to put a baby in me, fill me up. Let me make you a daddy again?”

The noise that left his throat was enough to make her clit twitch again, it was deep and guttural and beyond sexy. He became an animal on nights like this.

She spread her legs again, wrapping her knees around him as he pulled him in against her body. “Fuck me, Spencer.”

He lined himself up with her quickly, dragging the head of his cock through her folds a few times before he began to push in. Little by little, achingly slow. Teasing her, knowing just how badly she wanted him to pound into her.

“Yes,” she sighed as he bottomed out, dropping her head back against the pillow softly.

Her hands roamed his back, waiting for him to start to move again. Digging her nails in when he finally did, pulling out slowly before pushing back in with effort.

“Ah,” she moaned softly, covering her own mouth as he started to move faster.

“Shhh,” he reminded her, kissing her neck again as he found his rhythm.

“Shut up and fuck me then,” she sounded desperate. “Please,” she added. Not wanting him to stop out of spite.

“Shut up and take it,” he ordered, placing his own hand over her mouth as he fucked her harder.

She couldn’t believe it, he was holding one hand over her mouth while his other reached for her clit, making her jolt forward at the contact. It was everything she wanted, it was rough and powerful and just the best reminder that she belonged to him.

Spencer was hers, she was his, they created this entire world together. She felt so overwhelmed, she wasn’t aware that she was crying at the pleasure till Spencer moved his hand off her mouth to wipe off a tear.

“Keep going,” she encouraged him. “Please, please.”

“Shhh,” he soothed her, “I’m going to make you feel so good bunny, you’re going to be so full, so beautiful carrying another one of our babies.”

That did it for her, she tilted her head back as she arched her back. Pulling Spencer’s fingers into her mouth so that she wouldn’t moan too loud as she came on his cock.

Spencer shuttered at the feeling, fucking into her with vigour as he tried to hold in his own moans. Sounding more like a whimper when he finally came, spilling into her with the force of a Mack truck.

He dropped against her body then, breathing deep into her neck. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, holding him inside of her so nothing slipped out. “Fuck.”

“I love you,” Spencer breathed against her skin.

She ran her fingers through his hair softly before kissing his forehead. “I love you more.”

They stayed like that for a while, only pulling apart finally to get cleaned up. Spencer turned back on the light, helping her to the bathroom quietly before stripping the sheets off the bed.

She returned to a freshly made bed and a dressed Spencer waiting for her. She put her shorts and a t-shirt back on, slipping into bed and cuddling into him once more. Having to look presentable for when the kids eventually came running into their room at 7 am.

She sighed into his embrace, smiling softly against his skin. “What was that Buddha quote you told me all those years ago?”

“When you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making. So always appreciate and be kind to each other,” Spencer replied softly.

“Goodnight, Spence,” she kissed his jaw softly as she snuggled in closer.

“Goodnight, bunny.”

the end

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( avan jogia, he/him, cis male ) careful, hayden modi has arrived to the city of dreams!! they look twenty four years old and word on the street is they are from montreal, canada and currently reside in lower east side. they are currently living life in the city as a bartender. one thing they never want anyone to find out is he lost his daughter recently. too bad nothing remains a secret for long even in the city of dreams. some people say they are closed off, but i think they are charming. welcome to the city of dreams, hayden! we hope you enjoy your stay!

tws for child death, cancer, self mutilation, depression, suicidal thoughts, drug abuse and addiction

basic stats ;

full name: hayden rajat modi nicknames: only goes by hayden, claims he’s too ‘unoriginal’ for nicknames gender: cis male height: 6 ‘ 0 age: 24 birthday / zodiac: october 21, 1997, libra sun ( libra - scorpio cusp , or the ‘cusp of drama and criticism’ ), sagittarius moon, gemini rising right handed or left handed: right handed eye color: brown hair color: black piercings and tattoos: both ears pierced ( hoop piercings ), a cartilage piercing on his left ear, the name ‘hayley’ tattooed on his right wrist with an angel sexuality / romantic orientation: bisexual / biromantic place of birth: montreal, canada hometown: montreal, canada languages spoken: french ( canadian french, native tongue ) and english three things he likes: getting high, the beatles, long walks by the ocean three things he dislikes: when the party ends, the mere idea that nothing is forever, being alone with his thoughts five aesthetics: pictures of hayley, drowning out your sorrows through narcotics, eating at denny’s at ungodly hours drunk off your ass, dried up tears, being the actual life of the party last four songs listened to: black summer by red hot chili peppers, cigarette smoke by arctic monkeys, i’m so tired by the beatles, glass onion by the beatles

background story ;

hayden was the fourth born child of rajat and kimmy modi, out of eight other brothers and sisters, being the ultimate middle child

despite having so many kids, his parents payed attention to each and every one of them, never leaving a kid out like some parents with multiple children did. this had it’s ups and downs, but mostly downs ( in hayden’s opinion ). his parents were super strict and very old school, close minded people, which is something that drove hayden insane

now, they weren’t bad parents per say, but hayden thought they were overbearing. they had rules he found really dumb like no skirts below the knee for girls, everyone had a curfew at nine pm, they weren’t allowed to date until after they moved out of the house, no people over until they’ve met their parents, their parents had to approve of all the clothes they wore, no tattoos, piercings or dying your hair, and one that hayden really hated in particular? him and his brothers were always forced to keep their hair as short as they could, as his parents didn’t allow them to have longer hair

these were just some of the rules they had, because there were plenty more , each one more ridiculous and strict than the last. hayden grew up being that friend that couldn’t go out unless his parents met your parents, wasn’t allowed out on school days at all, pretty much had all these rules he had to follow which he hated. he was that friend that you could never really hang out with outside of school because it was either one, too hard to do so, or two, he simply wasn’t allowed

it was overbearing, and while he understood that his parents did all of this because they cared, it actually made hayden resent them, because he felt like he had no actual free will around them. they wanted to control everything, know every little detail, and he couldn’t stand it

so, if you guessed it, he started acting out at an early age, but…. secretly, of course. he always kept everything he knew they wouldn’t approve of a secret, which was hard to do with the amount of siblings he had and how much his parents were on his ass, but he managed to do so. honestly, his parents’ rules did nothing to help keep him in place. if anything, being guarded so much and restricted like that made him want to do all the wild things his parents were so afraid of him doing, so, that’s just what he did

while he was smart enough to keep his grades up, his social life was mostly kept a secret because his parents would never approve. hayden started wilding out the second he became a teenager. thirteen was basically his year!

this is the first time he tried alcohol and cigarettes, his first kiss, the first time he snuck out, all the things his parents didn’t want him doing, he began doing at this age, of course, all secretly, but he still did them

by the time he’s sixteen, he meets a girl he would soon fall head over heels in love with. her name was hanna hanna was basically everything his parents wanted him not to be, everything they hated, and even with their ‘no dating’ rule, hayden fell for her, and hard

he was breaking their rules secretly already before she showed up, but hanna encouraged him to break even more. she had hippie parents who told her to follow her desire , basically everything hayden could want. he found it very difficult to say no to her. he had only tried weed and beer up until he met her, but she got him to try just about everything in the book, eventually getting him hooked on coke

she was toxic, and it was only a matter of time before her influence on him really began to show. he had always been so good at hiding everything from his parents, his siblings, but he started to slip with her. fast forward a year later and his mother finds an empty coke bag in his sock drawer. this of course, leads to the ultimate argument with his parents

everything comes to light right then and there. the argument is so terrible, his crying mother becomes so angry, she slaps him ( which is huge for hayden, because neither one of his parents had ever laid a hand on him or one of his siblings ). they basically kick him out and surprisingly? hayden is so filled with rage, he’s perfectly okay with that, doesn’t even bother to use the thirty minutes they give him to ‘pack your bags and get the fuck out of here’ either, he just grabs his camera and leaves, and the first person he goes to? hanna. he honestly hasn’t seen his parents or siblings since that day

they pretty much runaway with a couple of her hippie friends and start road tripping the states together, spend hanna’s eighteenth birthday in las vegas , which was absolutely crazy , and that’s saying little. eventually , hayden and hanna settle down in some trailer homes in new jersey

after a night filled with too many beers and lines, they find out hanna is expecting three months later, right when they’re finally getting settled in. despite the fast lifestyle they both live, they decide to keep it . ‘it’ turns out to be a girl, and they name her hayley

hayden never wanted to be a father, but as cheesy as it sounds, his daughter really changed him. he really wanted to be a better man for her even though he was barely eighteen and didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, literally never felt a love so pure, just wanted to protect her and be a good dad

however, the same can’t be said for hanna. she tells him she’s going to get the baby formula one day and never comes back, leaving hayden a single father when his daughter is only four months old. he’s alone and scared, doesn’t have a single clue what to do, but he somehow makes it work

stops doing drugs, gets his shit together even though it’s hard. he’s stressed 24/7 but for once, he’s trying to do things the right way. he’s nothing like his parents at all, but he understands what it’s like to care for someone so much you don’t want anything bad to happen to them, he doesn’t agree with what his parents did but after becoming a dad , he gets where they’re coming from. he becomes a better person , all thanks to hayley

!tws for cancer, child death, depression, self mutilation and suicidal thoughts for the next four bullets, read with caution! fast forward five years later however, and hayley becomes really sick with leukemia . hayden starts spending his time in the hospital more than anything. unfortunately , after over a year of struggling, she ends up passing away when she’s six years old

it was one of those cases where hayden never really thought that would be the outcome, you know? he knew it was bad, but he was positive they would get through it. the amount of times he thought ‘no, she’s too young. no, not my daughter. she’ll be fine’ was a lot. he’s seen cases of parents going through that but he never in his entire life thought that would be his case as well, until he actually went through it

it doesn’t take a genius to guess how upset the situation makes him. hayden becomes very, very depressed, basically drowning himself in his work to try and ignore just how awful he felt. he never thought it would hurt as much as it does. he doesn’t think he could put it into words just how painful it is, not in french, not in englis , not in any language

he has a mental breakdown so bad, he impulsively goes into his bathroom and shaves his entire head and eyebrows. i’m not even talking like a buzzcut, no, straight up just bald and no eyebrows. he begins repeatedly punching the mirror until his knuckles and whole arm are covered in blood and shards of glass. he needed stitches because of this, but the physical pain didn’t compare to the emotional pain he felt inside. being bald with no eyebrows was not a look on him, but he’s in such a bad place, he doesn’t care. after being clean for more than half a decade, he breaks his sobriety, literally …. becomes a mess

eventually, his hair and eyebrows grow back, but he’s really never the same person again. this is how he ends up in new york – living in jersey with all those memories is just too painful for him, he goes to the lower eastside where no one knows a thing about him or his story

he’s back to his old habits because he really doesn’t give a fuck anymore. he genuinely feels like he has nothing left to live for even though he’s so young. he feels tired and worn out and really, really sad, and honestly? suicidal, but he never shows this side of himself

instead, he’s dwelled on becoming the party guy. he’s that friend you call up to drink, smok , or just get high with. he’s back to his fast paced lifestyle and he couldn’t care less. it’s gotten to a point where he doesn’t care if he takes it too far. he just doesn’t give a single flying fuck anymore. watch him drinking at the job ( even though he’s a bartender so it’s fine but )

his existence has become rather empty. getting high and getting drunk, barely sleeping , doing chaotic shit that could get him arrested. again, he just feels like he has nothing to live for, desperately needs therapy even though he’ll probably never go bless him

he hates being alone! not even because it scares him or anything, but because he thinks too much when he is. he hates being alone with his own thoughts, honestly always wants to be with someone or high on something because he just hates thinking

has the name ‘hayley’ tattooed on his wrist, with a little angel underneath. will probably tell you it was a drunk tattoo if asked even though it obviously wasn’t

hayden doesn’t really do relationships after what happened in his last one. he would like one, but doesn’t like putting in all the effort, huge on hookups and meaningless sex because it’s become his life

he loves taking pictures! has a polaroid camera which was literally the only thing he took from his house when he left. he’ll take pictures wherever he goes as he claims pictures are the perfect way to ‘capture life’s moments’. he has a ton of pictures of his daughter

got his aa , but never furthered his education

he’s really, really sad, as stated above. the truth is that he kind of doesn’t care if he takes it too far with the partying because he feels like there’s nothing left for him here. he’s depressed, he’s lonely, he literally wakes up in the middle of the night screaming because he constantly has nightmares, which is why he hates sleeping, constantly has tired eyes ( i’m so tired by the beatles plays in the background )

i’m gonna end this here so it won’t get so long, but below is his birthchart, hmu for plots!

birthchart ;

#dreamsintro #child death tw #self mutilation tw #depression tw #drug abuse tw #drug addiction tw #cancer tw #pls read this with caution if u do some stuff here is v triggering <3

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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 22

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I stared at the ceiling, I couldn't wrap my head around that I would be graduating in two months. Everything I wanted and tried to be was going to happen. I was going to go to into the academy and train to be apart of the FBI.

The fucking FBI. I had zero clue where I was going but that didn't matter to me. I could always work my way through the ranks. I'm a hard worker and always strive to do better with whatever I'm doing. But I needed to get a jump on things, needing to try an get ahead.

The people there will be doing the same and i don't want to be behind. I took my phone off the bed side table and called Aaron, "Hello."

I smirk to the sound of his voice. "Are you busy right now." I swung my legs off the bed and stood up.

"Not at the moment." I started brushing my teeth. "Okay good, cause you're taking me shooting in an hour."

"O- oh okay.... in a hurry?"

"Not really, well kind of... you can't blame me for wanting to see my boyfriend."

Aaron smiled, "No you're not, do you want me to meet you or am I going to pick you up." I finished my shower and threw on a black tank top with black ripped jeans.

“Which ever you prefer."

“I'll be there in an hour."

We hung up the phone and I put in on the charger. Grabbing my laptop I needed to try and finish some assignments that were due at 5pm. I needed to go through my classes of Psychology and Victimology. Needing to write 3 papers for both classes.

I would've done it the day before but I was busy with my work outs and Chloe had car trouble. The past few days had been hectic, but that's not an excuse. I just made it harder on myself.

I brought the laptop into the kitchen and sitting on the stool. I didn't sit on the couch knowing if I got too comfortable I'd put it off more. While I waited for everything to load and start I got a cup of coffee. At this point coffee ran through my veins which wasn't good at all but I wasn't complaining.

Getting in front of the computer I scrolled down the list. Needed two things done for each class, 2 papers with 3,000 words each. Fuck this, I groan out and loaded up Google Docs. Going to the rubric I looked at the requirements.

The paper needed to be about rape and the other needed to be about social cognation.Turning my phone on airplane mode I took a sip and started typing. While writing I forgot about Aaron picking me up.

After an hour of writing, Aaron was sitting in parking lot calling and texting me. Letting me know he was there, when I didn't answer he walked up the stairs and went to the door.

Hearing the faint knock it broke me out of my concentration. I stood up and stretched over to the door. Aaron was about to knock again but I opened the door. "Did you not hear me calling you."

I put a hand on my forehead, "Sorry I was doing homework, I turned off my phone."

"That's fine I would've just liked a little notice before worrying myself." He chuckled and took a seat. I sat on his lap and turned the computer to face us. "What are you writing?", he rested his head on my shoulder, putting his arms around my waist.

“Something for psychology... after I turn this in then I move on to Victimology." I had completed the paper for Psyc. After I turned it in I tapped his hand. Standing up and grabbing my keys.

Tugging on his hand, we walked out and I locked the door behind us. Getting into the car Aaron started driving over to the shooting range. His hand rested on my thigh and I put my small hand over his large one.

Giving a small squeeze I glanced over to him. "Have you ever shot a gun?", I thought back to my childhood.

"A few times, with a friend. When my parents let me over there they would take me hunting. Got a few bucks but nothing special. If I remember my friends dad said and I quote I was the best shot he'd seen from someone my age."

“How old were you?"

"Nine, like he said, I was the best." He chuckled and pulled into the raking lot.

"Yeah well let's seen how you are without a hunting rifle." Since I was good with the rifle I didn't think I would have a problem with a handgun or really any gun for that matter. Except shotguns those had too much power for my liking. We walked in and Aaron handled everything with the guy working there.

Heading into the range Aaron handed me the 9mm. Setting it on the gun and the clip on the table in front of me. "Go ahead." He nodded to me, we both put on the headphones before I did anything.

Load the gun I aimed at the target ahead of me. Aaron stood behind me watching my form and how I shot.I held the gun in my right hand and supported with my left hand. "Don't put you're thumb on the trigger if you aren't ready."

"I know", I said quietly and exhaled, pulling the trigger. The recoil hit me, forgetting how much a gun can kick. Pulling back, after the gun settled. I put it down and Aaron came to stand next to me, looking down the range.

Us being the only people in the room he took off his glasses and headphones, "Not bad... try bending your elbow slightly more." I nodded and he put his things back on. Picking it back up and aims down, following his advice and bent my arm more.

Loosening my wrist a bit, I shot again. The recoil was slightly better, it wasn't so forceful. I got into a rhythm and forgot Aaron was standing behind me. Counting my shots, I stopped when the clip emptied. Checking the chamber to making sure it was empty.

Aaron took the gun from my hand and pressed the button next to me. The target came towards us and we looked at where I hit. "You seem to have the hang of it. The way you were holding it made the bullets curve down a bit make sure you're arms aren't too loose."

I turned to face him while he was talking. "Other than that... good job." He loaded another clip and handed it to me, he grinned at me. Leaning forwards I peaked his lips before going to shoot again.

We stayed there for another hour, Aaron was making little changes on my form and giving me some tips. I appreciated his help with everything so far. He couldn't have been more helpful.

Getting into the car he pulled out of the parking lot. "Thank you", he placed his hand on my inner thigh. "You don't have to thank me.... I would've ended up asking anyways. I want you to do great."

Lacing my hand with his I earned my head back. "Do you have Jack tonight." "Hayley took him this morning", he already knew what I was going to ask.

“Your place?", I saw a faint smile and he switched directions, going to his house. When we got there we walked through the front door. He grabbed my hand and guided me towards the shower.

I dropped my things on his bed, "I don't have any clothes." Aaron looked around and walked to his closet. "You can wear me clothes... here."

He handed me one of his older shirts and a pair of sweatpants. "Are you forgetting something?”

He scrunched his eyebrows and went back to his drawer. Grabbing a pair of boxers and tossing them to me. I kissed his cheek and we got into the shower. His hands went my hips and his lips were drawn to my neck.

"What are you doing?", I said smiling. "Nothing", me mumbled into my neck. I let out a soft moan and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back. "How about... we actually take a shower."

“You're no fun", he said chuckling. "Oh I'm plenty fun." The shower was spent teasing each other and poking fun.

After finishing I changed into Aarons clothes and laid down on my side of the bed. Once Aaron got behind me I curled up to his side like a magnet.

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Reacting to Legacies 3x03 (SPOILERS):

1. So ARE we FINALLY getting to some proper firstborn Mikaelson witch breakdowns?

2. Oh well, apparently no. They'll just try to wave it off as some one time thing probably.

3. So Hope and Landon are on a break. Okay. TBH watching them sass each other is interesting.

4. The guidance counselor is pretty much a compulsion monster, is that it? Well, I do like his wardrobe.

5. Alyssa's concern for MG is so fake I can't.

6. Nobody other than Jed read for Stefan? THE DISRESPECT.

7. Lizzie playing Caroline makes total sense but them asking Josie to play the lead without even an audition looks a bit bad TBH. Like, give the other interested people a chance, at least.

8. I find it a bit repetitive how there are mind-controlling monsters popping out again and again.

9. So MG is basically going through a phase similar to what Cami was going through when Klaus used to compel her at the beginning of TO. Considering Quincy's fondness for Cami, he must have liked playing that.

10. I understand that Landon is supposed to be a capable songwriter in-universe but it takes more than that to write and direct a musical and it's very weird that they didn't even find a guest star to pose as a Drama or English teacher who is guiding him or something. WHERE ARE ALL THE TEACHERS?

11. I kinda feel like some of the lead characters in this show are colour-coded. I see Hope and Landon in red and blue a lot (the two gowns we have seen Hope wearing also fall into this pattern) and Josie wears yellow in like, every other episode. If I recall correctly, Lizzie wears a lot of white, too. I wonder what the reasoning behind these choices are.

12. Well, I liked Hope and Landon's relationship in S1, I have no idea what was going on with it in S2, and I still don't know what to think about it.

13. Lizzie casts herself in Caroline's role and then chokes at rehearsal. Not totally unrealistic but still feels a bit forced to me. Would have been better if Landon cast her because she's Caroline's daughter and Lizzie was a bit apprehensive in the first place because she didn't want to mess up the role.

14. I appreciate the show taking a moment to talk about Lizzie's bipolar disorder though. It's been a while.

15. "Bonnie just disappears for long periods of time"? Dude, she's still super important and you're putting her in the play. Right? RIGHT?!

16. Landon, THANK YOU for pointing out how weird Caroline and Alaric's relationship was. The guy deadass got engaged to her and had a pissing contest over her with Stefan, that will never not gross me out.

17. So the monster is mind controlling Landon to put Klaus into the play. Saw this coming IG.

18. Hope is painting again, like her dad used to do when he felt things were going out of control. I've been rewatching TO and this is making me so emotional. I MISS KLAUS AND HIS SHENANIGANS. And not a single character on Legacies comes close to Klaus, Elijah and Hayley for me. (Sorry if this hurts anyone's feelings but Legacies really is a downgrade from TVD and TO)

19. Ugh, why would he use the contents of the letter as lyrics? Dude, is it because you're mind-controlled? No, I don't like this. Klaus loved Hope to the ends of the earth and wanted everyone to know but Hope wants to keep things private, and her wishes should have been respected.

20. So apparently Landon tries not to put Klaus' villainous antics into the show. Well, okay, it's definitely a copout but since he is Hope's boyfriend, makes sense. But I don't understand why the musical HAS TO BE about the Salvatore school. The accreditation excuse is lazy, writers! Also, Landon, my dude, Klaus was a major donor of the school. Put that in instead of the other things, stop pissing off your girlfriend FFS. Even if you're mind-controlled 🤦🏻‍♀️

21. I do find it funny how Landon is all gaga over Klaus' use of language though. The guy really did have the best lines, didn't he? (Tied with Elijah, I suppose, for me)

22. The other singers of the first song are really good so Kaylee sounds a bit rusty in comparison. Also, she reminds me too much of Dark!Josie with the hair and makeup. From a distance, she can be mistaken for Nina though.

23. I love that the backstage activities are being shown.

24. I'm digging Jed as Stefan and I really like his singing voice. And the Hero Hair wig cracked me up. Kaleb is obviously good at singing at it's nice to hear more from him. I also like how Chris Lee didn't try to exactly emulate Ian and played Damon how someone who has only heard about him might play him.

25. Is Hope painting herself before the pit or something? Or is this supposed to symbolize her despair at her parents' loss? ALSO, I WANT SOMEONE TO MENTION HAYLEY :( Why is Hayley so ignored?!

26. The same person probably wrote MG's notes and Caroline's letter IRL and therefore, in-universe, MG has Caroline's handwriting and it's funny to me.

27. Jenny sings well, I like it. I don't understand the song though, was Caroline actually ever feeling this insecure? I feel like the song became a lot more about Lizzie than her mother. (It's been forever since I watched TVD, if anyone has yet to guess, I prefer watching TO)

28. The doppelganger thing cracked me up.

29. Wait why did the monster attack Josie?! Ohhhh he's forcing Landon to improvise and put Klaus' song at the end. Well, I guess it makes it seem a bit less like Landon's fault. But would Hope know that?

30. It's hilarious how they lowkey make a call back to Nina leaving TVD and them having to put Elena in a sleep spell though.

31. Landon having a hissy fit is funny to me. Aria needs more comedic scenes.

32. Wait, where did Jade come from? Has she been in the school all these weeks?

33. While the scene seems a bit shabby to me, Klaus talking to Hope reminds me of their scene from TO 4X03. I needed more of Summer Fontana and Joseph Morgan together. Also, the donation did get mentioned, YASSSS. Man did some horrific things but he did fund the school so maybe a little less badmouthing in the presence of his daughter now that you know the story, eh, students?

34. The fact that the guidance counselor actually wore a leather jacket and a henley is cracking me up. It's really bizarre.

35. "Terrible painter" XD Klaus would have eaten you for saying that if he were alive.

36. Um, Hope, wouldn't you ask your family if you are doing enough to make your father proud, instead of this random bloke who supposedly met him once?! Maybe call Freya or Rebekah.

37. Why is this monster being nice to Hope? Doesn't it try to break people up or something? You'd think he'd try to piss her off even more and ruin her relationship with Landon.

38. Stefan was trying to be more like Damon by sacrificing himself? Um, what?

39. Well, this musical at least gave Stefan and Caroline a goodbye scene. I wonder how much the twins remember Stefan, must have been a bit emotional for Lizzie to play that. Jenny's singing was gooood, really liked it.

40. JED WAS GONNA KISS LIZZIE AND I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN. But a forehead kiss does work.

41. Hope's playing Elena now? What?

42. Ngl I want Hope and Jed to be friends. She needs more of a connection to her wolf side. Both of her parents wanted her to be surrounded by wolves and she's barely interacting with the wolves in this show, which always makes me sad.

43. So this monster can also do little spells and move physical objects eh? Whatever, this is random.

44. And this monster brings people back together? Why?

45. So when Hope is singing, is she doing it as Elena or Hope? She came on stage as Elena, but I thought the song is about Hope. So WHAT IS IT?

46. Oh Damon's on stage, so Hope is singing as Elena and it's a call back to the graveyard scene from the TVD finale.

47. Danielle sings pretty well. It's good she decided to perform this time.

48. Okay, that lifting up scene was adorable. I feel like Hope and Landon are at their cutest when they're a bit spontaneous. But she's Elena on stage and it lowkey looks like Landon crashed her romantic scene with Damon to kiss her so I'm cackling.

49. How much older is Jade supposed to be than Josie?

50. So is Josie going to leave the school for a while and that's why Ethan will be back in the picture?

51. Jade used to babysit Josie? Okay, it is hella awkward.

52. Josie why, don't do this, yikes. Kissing her once doesn't make it non-creepy.

53. The Sheriff feels kinda shoehorned to me. Also, I don't care for Matt Davis or his character.

54. So Candice did the voiceover for Caroline's letter. That's nice for the show. I still don't understand why the letter showed up in Hope's fireplace though LOL.

55. This episode should have spent more time exploring the aftermath of the loss of Rafael. The abrupt shift from the last episode wasn't nice.

56. Yeah, kids, talk out your problems, thanks.

57. I feel like Klaus is too much of a controversial figure that Hope's conflict about her father's reputation would be resolved in one day. This is feeling undercooked. Speaking of, when is one of Klaus' or Hayley's enemies coming after Hope, because she did inherit all of them. Would make for better storytelling than this monster of the week nonsense. And yeah, still no mention of Hayley, I hate this.

58. The monster's characterization was really odd to me and I am so tired of this format SMH.

59. So they toyed with MG for weeks to get a vampire for the spell? That sounds like too much effort. There are tons of vampires from Klaus and Rebekah's bloodline, they couldn't find another? Also, I wonder who is the wolf that they will use.

Well, I felt like this episode was mostly okay, but not that well-cooked or epic or whatever. What is horrific is that they didn't show Bonnie, though. They could have at least gotten a female black guest character who is one of the witch students or something. This is very offensive.

Also, I don't think it makes sense for the show to do any more musicals in the future. This ain't Riverdale.

#legacies #legacies cw #hope mikaelson #landon kirby #lizzie saltzman #josie saltzman #kaleb #jed #milton greasley #alyssa chang #jade #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #elena gilbert #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #cami o'connell

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agentlemuse · 3 years

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Dea!!! I am so in love with your Buddie the old guard fic I've read it so many times now I LOVE IT could you maybe write a little sequel to it with Eddie whitnessing Buck dying and coming back to life for the first time! No pressure obvs but you'd make me super happy! thanks again for writing the buddie old guard au fic ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

Hayley I am so sorry for making you wait!

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“How much are you willing to wager,” Hen challenges, her own stack of bills being dropped on the table like a declaration of war.

Chim eyes everyone carefully, emptying out all the money in his wallet with a confident pop of his gum. “I’m all in. Buck?”

“All in. Eddie?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on! It’s tradition,” Buck begs, practically pouting as he tries to get Eddie to join in on the bet. He refuses every time and every time Buck acts surprised.

“Pretty sure the only tradition here is them getting all of your money,” Eddie points out with a smirk, earning a sharp laugh from Athena.

“You are too young to be this lame,” Buck sighs dramatically as Eddie rolls his eyes. He might be lame, but at least he will keep his money.

Just like that Hen is crowing as Buck laments his defeat. He looks to him with wide eyes in hopes of sympathy but all Eddie can do is laugh. He did warn him.

Athena and Bobby were chuckling fondly from their spot in the corner, speaking to each other without saying a word as they do often do. After one night of partaking in too much of Hen’s sangria he asked Buck if they had developed telepathic powers and Buck laughed so hard he snorted red wine out his nose. Considering their immortal status he didn’t think it was quite that funny, but Buck disagreed.

Looking at them now he still says it was a valid question.

“Okay everyone listen up,” Athena announces, drawing the attention of everyone with the simple command. “We have some news.”

“New job,” Buck asks eagerly, already wanting to speed ahead.

Bobby and Athena share a sad look and for the first time since Eddie has known them they look like they’re struggling to find the words to say. Athena stands, picking at a scab on her arm.

A scab.

She shouldn’t have a—

“I’m mortal.”

It’s funny how you can live for a millennia and a single moment can still knock you to your knees.

Athena could still have three, maybe even four, decades with them, but suddenly each moment is finite. He knew this was possible, Buck had told him about Abby, but it wasn’t real until now.

He may not know her as well as the others; hasn’t watched dynasties rise and fall with her, but she’s his family now. He foolishly thought he’d have more time before saying goodbye to family again.

But it’s not about him. It’s about Athena. It’s about the people who have loved her for centuries trying to wrap their minds around life without her.

Eddie doesn’t know much about Buck’s parents, partly because there isn’t much worth remembering from the way Buck tells it, but Athena is his mother for all intents and purposes. Now that she’s - not vulnerable (she’d stab him for even thinking it) - mortal, Buck has been like an overprotective mother hen. Athena has looked ready to strangle him on more than one occasion and he’s pretty sure the fussing is more likely to take years off her life than anything else.

And it’s sweet. Funny even, how Athena looks at him with such exasperated fondness.

Only that overprotectiveness makes a reckless Buck even more reckless.

Which, fine, Buck’s immortal. For now. Because that’s the thing, isn’t it? The idea that immortality just ends was hypothetical before now.

And Buck is—

Buck is—

Buck is his family. His person. The only reason he doesn’t spend this eternity of his lamenting every new day.

Buck has been on this earth for nearly a millennia without him, but Eddie doesn’t want to live without him. Not for a thousand years or a thousand days or even a thousand minutes. Not because he needs Buck, but because he wants him. He wants his kind eyes and infectious laughter beside his side. He wants the feel of his breath on the back of his neck as he lays curled in behind him. He’s not sure he can go back to sleeping alone.

A shame he’ll need roughly a thousand years to figure out a way to finally tell him, which is not going to happen with Buck being so eager to get himself killed.

Buck insists on throwing himself into danger, which means Eddie has to throw himself further. He’s younger, newer, he can take more hits. He knows logically that Buck must have died hundreds of times before him, but he hasn’t died since Eddie killed him. Maybe he can’t keep him alive forever, but he can certainly try.

Bobby catches on first.

“Nasty hit you took today.”

“I’ve had worse,” Eddie says nonchalantly, fingers flexing against a phantom wound long since healed. Buck stormed out earlier, pissed he jumped in front of a bullet for him only to bleed out slowly. Tonight Buck will hold him closer, making sure he’s still in one piece; a bittersweet ritual they’ve formed together. He’ll take the anger if it keeps Buck safe.

“You’ve been taking a lot of hits lately.”

“Saying I should work on my ducking skills?”

“Saying you can’t take them all,” Bobby replies, cutting off whatever comment he might be opening his mouth to say with a look. “When is the last time Buck died?”

“You should ask—“

“When?”

“When I shot him,” Eddie admits, jaw clenching.

“He’s had a good run, but good runs end. He knows what’s at stake just like everyone else. We can’t outrun the inevitable. You’ll drive yourself crazy if you try,” Bobby says softly, an unspoken pain behind his eyes. “Don’t miss out on the good worrying about the bad.”

“Wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t so eager to put himself in harm’s way,” Eddie deflects, no real malice in his words.

“Funny, that’s what Buck said about Athena.”

That was hardly the same. Buck is being reckless, Eddie is just—

Well it’s not like he can take care of him through his cooking, now can he?

The next few months they take it easy on the missions, focusing on time together as a family. It’s good, great even, but it’s only a matter of time before the world has a need for their set of skills.

Which is how they find themselves in this dimly lit warehouse in what is clearly a trap.

He and Buck have taken the front, trying to clear a path to the escape route so they can’t get pinned in. The sharp pops of bullets flood his ears, a fog of plaster dust filling the air as bullets lodge in walls instead of bone.

There are too many blind spots and not enough cover.

There’s shouting, cries of pain, but none of them familiar. They’re gaining ground, they’re getting out, they’re—

The sick sound of a bullet striking flesh, muscle, bone enters his ear. A spray of blood hits his cheek.

Eddie turns to see Buck crumple against the ground.

Suddenly there is no noise, no friends or foes. There was only Buck lifeless on the floor, his head a gaping wound of brain matter and skull.

He falls to his knees beside him, blood soaking his trousers as he reaches out to help him. Only, he doesn’t know how to fix this.

“Buck, wake up. Buck. Buck.” He doesn’t recognize his voice, doesn’t recognize the frantic panic of this strange sound coming out of his mouth.

He thinks of all those zombie movies he used to watch with his sisters when he was young. The only way to kill them was to take out the brain. They couldn’t come back from that. Buck couldn’t—

Eddie shot him in the head once, but this was different. There hadn’t been this hole. There hadn’t been brain matter scattered across the floor. Buck hadn’t taken this long to wake up.

He can’t do this without him. He doesn’t want to do this without him.

“Wake up, wake up, you have to wake up,” Eddie demands, then begs.

“Eddie, we have to keep going,” Chim says from across the room, providing cover from enemies he couldn’t care less about. “He’ll catch up.”

He ignores him. Of course he ignores him. He can’t leave Buck. He’s going to wake up, he has to, so why is it taking so long?

The team moves on, because there is no other choice if they want to get out of here, but Eddie doesn’t move. He waits for a sign of life, anything, but Buck stays perfectly still. He should be healing already, blue eyes fluttering and a smile on his lips. He shouldn’t be so still and pale under the stark stream of red.

He’s so lost waiting for puffs of air that aren’t coming he misses the footsteps behind him. It’s not until he feels rough hands grabbing at him that he remembers the fight. He feels a knife slide through his ribs as they try to drag him back. He thrashes wildly, scrambling for any weakness he can exploit. They’re not going to take him away from Buck. He’s not leaving him alone. He’s not—

A single shot rings out and the man Eddie was fighting falls.

Eddie turns back to Buck who is sitting up with a gun in hand.

Eddie scrambles over to him, pulling him close, feeling the side of his head to make sure he’s whole.

“Eddie, we need to catch up with the others,” Buck urges, already back in the game. How can he be so calm? How can he be so steady? “Eddie. Eddie.”

“Your birthmark grew back.”

Buck’s face grows soft for a moment, letting out a puff of breath like it was punched out of him. Eddie can feel the wound on his side healing, but he ignores it, busy feeling the pulse of Buck’s heartbeat where his hand rests on Buck’s neck.

“Eddie, we have to keep going.”

“You weren’t waking up. You took so long to wake up.”

“I’m here, Eddie,” Buck insists, resting his forehead warm and whole against Eddie’s. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you, okay? I won’t leave you. Now let’s go.”

Eddie goes with him because there is no other option. He doesn’t want to be anywhere without him.

It doesn’t doesn’t get any easier to watch him die, but Buck always comes back to him. He has to believe he always will.

#9-1-1 #buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #old guard AU #Cw: gun violence #Cw: gore #Cw: death (brief)#my stuff #for Hayley who has been waiting forever #happy Valentine’s have AU nonsense

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Cheating on You [Klaus Mikealson]

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pairing - klaus mikealson x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - hey, guys! if youve seen and read my masterlist, then you know i have done a few of these lyric type of imagines and i love em! this is based on ‘cheating on you’ by charlie puth. enjoy!

summary - klaus is heartbroken and is recalling memories of you two. you two meet again at a mall and he hopes youll give him a second chance.

warnings - language

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*gif isnt mine*

It started with a kiss

On your momma's couch

2012 was nothing serious

Klaus Mikealson was heartbroken. So heartbroken, in fact, that he had paused his plans from being the king of New Orleans because he had lost his queen.

Her name was Y/n L/n. She wasn’t new to New Orleans, and definitely was not new to the world Klaus had lived in. She was a vampire. 150 years old to be exact. Klaus never understood why they didn’t meet sooner, but he was glad they’d met at all.

Y/n was a fiery, gorgeous girl that Klaus couldn’t help but love at the first sight.

You and him met at the bar. He called you pretty and asked to by you a drink, and you accepted. After that, you two had ended up in your parent’s house, on the couch. Your parents were dead, of course, but you decided to live in the house anyways. It was there, available, and already paid for.

That night, Klaus and you slept together. Both being drunk and finding each other hot, you just went at it. The next morning, you found him gone. You were sad and wished he had stayed to at least give you his number. After that day, you hadn’t seen him for another week until your friend, Hayley, brought you to the Mikealson’s house because you wanted to help. Little did you know, it was Klaus’s house.

And then we caught the feels

It got really real

Too good to be true

I guess I thought you was, yeah

The same day you met formally, Klaus had asked you on a date. You were absolutely overjoyed. You didn’t know when or where you would see him again after this, so of course you took the offer.

You two didn’t realize until you started dating that you two would be the most feared and adored couple in New Orleans. Klaus, wanting to be king and rule, and you, his queen and second command. You were ready to fight with him whenever he needed.

Your relationship was amazing. The dates, the late nights, fighting together, the sex. You never thought you would ever experience these deep feelings for someone. After all this time of just pure living, you were happy and sure that you had found your soulmate. Klaus thought the exact same thing, too. He loved you with all his might, and would never ever dare to let you go.

Why did I run away, run away, run away?

Oh, your love was everything, everything, everything

I know it's gettin' late, gettin' late, gettin' late

But can I still be on my way, on my way? Yeah

After three faithful years, though, something happened. Something you never thought would. Klaus had cheated on you with this girl named Camille O’ Connell. Your best friend, Hayley, told you after walking in on them. Furious as ever and ready to run to tell you.

That night, Klaus had tried to get you back, but it never worked.

“Y/n, please!” Klaus exclaimed, running after you. You ran out of the house, sobbing.

Klaus had put his hand on your wrist, pulling you back to face him.

“What, Klaus!” You shouted. He looked at you. For once, the big bad hybrid was scared. No, not scared; terrified.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. We were drunk, I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Klaus tried to explain himself.

You shook your head, yanking your wrist out from his hand. “You aren’t drunk. You are perfectly sober. Don’t try to lie to me, Klaus Mikealson.”

Klaus looked at you, broken. He didn’t know what to do. He was completely helpless.

“I’m sorry, love. I just... she seduced me!”

“You know how many guys have tried to seduce me?” You asked. “A lot. But you know what, I never said yes. I never even thought of saying yes. And you want to know why? Because... I-I love-loved you,” you screamed, your voice cracking. It hurt you to tell him that you didn’t love him anymore, but you were dealing with this. You had been cheated on before and you knew now not to take anyone’s shit.

“Y-you don’t love me anymore?” Klaus asked. You could see the tears pool in his eyes. It broke your heart to see him hurt, but he did this. He did this to himself.

“No,” you stated. You turned to walk away, but Klaus appeared in front of you.

“Please don’t go. I can make it better. I’ll vow to you that I’ll never sleep with anyone but you. I-”

You laughed, not believing him right now. “For fucksake, Niklaus! You should’ve vowed that in the beginning of this relationship!”

“I.. I did,” he said, getting quieter.

“You... You know, I loved you. I thought you were my soulmate. I thought that we were going to rule New Orleans together,” you cried.

Klaus watched you break down. He wanted to reach out and hold you, kiss your head and tell you everything was going to be okay, but he restrained himself. He knew you would just yell at him more and pull away.

“I was so ready to drop everything for you. For your stupid fucking plan! Did you know that? Huh? I really was ready to commit to whatever you wanted. But again, you are just so selfish-”

This time, he cut you off, angry.

“Don’t disrespect me that way, little vampire.”

You shushed him. “No. No, you don’t deserve my respect. Not anymore. You are just a selfish person, Niklaus. And I don’t want to see you ever, ever again,” you spat.

You then walked away, and Klaus let you. Tears streamed down his face, not believing what just happened. He heard voices and noticed his sister, Rebekah, and older brother, Elijah, watching and gossiping. Klaus was too tired and sad to even yell at then. He just stared at the spot you once stood, knowing he had just made the biggest mistake in his life.

After that night, he had made his way to his room. Sobbing. He didn’t come out for months. His siblings had to slip in blood bags and regular food occasionally. They tried to talk to him, to get him to come out. But he never answered.

One day, though, six months later, he came out. His hair and beard were long. He looked ready to kill. Elijah had tried to make sense to him, but the heartbreak was still there. He was tired of sitting in his bed, looking at pictures of you, so he did the next best thing: he went out to kill.

I know I said, "Goodbye, " and, baby, you said it too

But when I touch her, I feel like I'm cheating on you

I thought that I'd be better when I found someone new

But when I touch her, I feel like I'm cheating on you

A week after he came out, he had already slept and ate more than half of the city. He hadn’t turned his humanity off, actually. He just felt nothing and proceeded to do nothing to fix it.

You were still in his mind. Every day he woke up, he still expected you to be there. Curled up next to him, sleeping peacefully. Every time he would plan something, he was used to you being by his side. Arguing with him, agreeing, and kissing him when your guy’s plan was perfect and ready to launch. Every night, he would look at his bed, imagining you there. Reading a book or sitting on the bed in lingerie, waiting to be given one of the best nights of your life. But sadly, it was just in his head. You weren’t there, you never would be again.

Even when he slept with someone you were in his mind. Every time he would touch another woman, kiss her, he felt the same guilt he felt when you found out he was sleeping with Cami. He still slept with them though. It turned out you were right. He realized he was selfish and only cared about himself. Oh, how he wished he could change the past.

He never thought he would see you again, but low and behold, he did. You were at the mall with Hayley, shopping for clothes for Hope, Hayley and Klaus’s child.

Funnily enough, you weren’t bothered by the fact Klaus had slept with Hayley. It was before you got together and you didn’t want to admit it, but they produced a beautiful baby girl.

Klaus had spotted you across the store, his heart stopping. You looked happy. Very happy. It made his blood boil, but he knew it wasn’t fair to get mad. You two had said your goodbyes, there was no reason to get mad anymore.

Baby, now, oh, cheating on you

Baby, now

But when I touch her, I feel like I'm cheating on you

While shopping, Hayley had noticed Klaus. You saw her looking at something and saw it was him. Your heart stopped as well. You thought you were over him, but turns out, you thought he was just as handsome as he was before. He looked twice as good as before. And your heart hurt three times more than it ever did. You still loved him, despite you saying you didn’t and telling yourself you didn’t. You knew deep down that the love as intense as you had felt for Klaus would never go away. No matter how much time passed, it would never go away.

“I’m going to talk to him,” you decided. Hayley looked at you, shocked.

“What? Why? We hate him, remember,” Hayley said.

“I know, but, I just want to talk to him,” you shrugged and gave the clothes you had in your hands to Hayley. You ran off before she could convince you not to.

You wanted to give him another chance. You knew that you would never find a love as great as your’s and Klaus’s, so you wanted to try again. You knew you were going against your own morals, but Klaus was something else. You also knew that over the year and a half, you had worked on yourself. Your body and your mind. You knew that you were worth something. You were capable of being loved. And if he didn’t want you, then it was his loss.

You walked up to him, trying to seem confident. He smirked, noticing your efforts.

“Hello, love,” he said.

“Hi, Klaus,” you sighed.

He looked over you. You were still as gorgeous as ever.

“How are you?” He asked. “Good, and you?” You asked.

“Splendid. What have you been up to?”

“Nothing much,” you shrugged. You asked him the same question in return.

“Same old. Sleeping with women, binge drinking, plotting to take over the city and world,” he smirked.

Your face fell when he said the first thing. You grimaced at him. “You haven’t changed a bit Klaus. You know, I came over here, wanting to give you a chance.”

You went to walk away, but Klaus put his hand on your shoulder. Butterflies irrupted in your stomach, making your legs go weak.

Instead of walking away, you turned around. You were wondering what he was going to say.

“Y/n, look, I’m sorry,” he started. “I am terribly sorry for what I did to you. I have realized now that you are the only woman I love. You will always be the only woman I truly love. I have no explanation for my past behavior other than I am a fucking moron. I lost you and I don’t want to again. And I would love it if you gave me another chance. Whatever it takes, please give me another chance. I’ll change, I promise,” he poured out.

You looked into his eyes, knowing it was the truth. You sighed and put your hand on his bicep.

“You don’t have to change totally. I just want to know that you will work for my trust again. You have to earn it now,” you said.

Klaus smiled, “I will. I promise. You will see me change. You have my word.”

“Good,” you said, knowing he was truthful. “But before we sleep together again, get tested.”

Klaus blushed, “I will, don’t worry. And sleeping with all those women made it feel like I was cheating on you. I never want to make you feel that way again. And I sure as hell don’t want to feel that guilt again. So, let me take you to dinner tonight. Anywhere you want, anytime.”

You smiled and nodded. “Deal. How about tonight at 8 we can go where we met first.”

He nodded excitedly. For the first time, he felt hopeful.

“Remember, if you cheat on me again, I will make sure your ass ends up in a coffin forever,” you half-teased.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. I promise you I won’t. Like I said, you have my word,” he said, scooting closer to you. “I love you, Y/n L/n.”

You leaned in and said, “I love you, too, Niklaus Mikealson.”

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avan jogia , bisexual , male + he/him ― hey look , it’s hayden modi ! they’re twenty four years old , they’ve lived in shrike heights for three months , and they’re currently working at julio’s bar . i heard they’re pretty reckless , but i think they’re so open minded at the same time . can they make it out alive ?

! tws for drug abuse and addiction , pregnancy and child death , proceed with caution !

basic info

☆ full name : hayden rajat modi ☆ nicknames : usually just goes by hayden , claims he’s too ‘ unoriginal ’ for nicknames ☆ birthday / zodiac : october 21 , libra sun ( libra - scorpio cusp , or the ‘ cusp of drama and criticism ’ ) , sagittarius moon , gemini rising ☆ right handed or left handed : ambidextrous ☆ height : 5 ‘ 11 ☆ three things he likes : getting high , the beatles , any harley davidson motorcycle ☆ three things he dislikes : when the party ends , being alone with his thoughts , the mere idea that nothing is really forever ☆ eye color : brown ☆ hair color : black ☆ place of birth : montreal , canada ☆ languages spoken : canadian french , english , very basic conversational gujarati ☆ five aesthetics : pictures of hayley , drowning out your sorrows through narcotics , eating at denny’s at ungodly hours drunk off your ass , dried up tears , being the actual life of the party

background story and headcanons

hayden was the fourth born child of rajat and kimmy modi , out of eight other brothers and sisters , being the ultimate middle child

despite having so many kids , his parents payed attention to each and every one of them , never leaving a kid out like some parents with multiple children did . this had it’s ups and downs , but mostly downs ( in hayden’s opinion ) . his parents were super strict and very old school , close minded people , which is something that drove hayden insane

now , they weren’t bad parents per say , but hayden thought they were overbearing . they had rules he found really dumb like no skirts below the knee for girls , everyone had a curfew at nine pm , they weren’t allowed to date until after they moved out of the house , no people over until they’ve met their parents , their parents had to approve of all the clothes they wore , no tattoos , piercings or dying your hair , and one that hayden really hated in particular ? him and his brothers were always forced to keep their hair as short as they could , as his parents didn’t allow them to have longer hair

these were just some of the rules they had , because there were plenty more , each one more ridiculous and strict than the last . hayden grew up being that friend that couldn’t go out unless his parents met your parents , wasn’t allowed out on school days at all , pretty much had all these rules he had to follow which he hated . like , he was that friend that you could never really hang out with outside of school because it was either one , too hard to do so , or two , he simply wasn’t allowed

it was overbearing , and while he understood that his parents did all of this because they cared , it actually made hayden resent them , because he felt like he had no actual free will around them . they wanted to control everything , know every little detail , and he couldn’t stand it

so , if you guessed it , he started acting out at an early age , but .... secretly , of course . he always kept everything he knew they wouldn’t approve of a secret , which was hard to do with the amount of siblings he had and how much his parents were on his ass , but he managed to do so . honestly , his parents’ rules did nothing to help keep him in place . if anything , being guarded so much and restricted like that made him want to do all the wild things his parents were so afraid of him doing , so , that’s just what he did

while he was smart enough to keep his grades up , his social life was mostly kept a secret because his parents would never approve . hayden started wilding out , no lie , the second he became a teenager . thirteen was basically his year !

this is the first time he tried alcohol and cigarettes , his first kiss , the first time he snuck out , all the things his parents didn’t want him doing , he began doing at this age , of course , all secretly , but he still did them

his little escapades only became more and more intense as he got older . cigarettes became joints , kisses turned into sex , and well .... you get the idea

by the time he’s sixteen , he meets a girl he would soon fall head over heels in love with . her name was hanna . hanna was basically everything his parents wanted him not to be , everything they hated , and even with their ‘ no dating ’ rule , hayden fell for her , and hard

he was breaking their rules secretly already before she showed up , but hanna encouraged him to break even more . she had hippie parents who told her to follow her desires , basically everything hayden could want really . he found it very difficult to say no to her . he had only tried weed and beer up until he met her , but she got him to try just about everything in the book , eventually getting him hooked on coke

she was toxic , and it was only a matter of time before her influence on him really began to show . he had always been so good at hiding everything from his parents , his siblings , but he started to slip with her . fast forward a year later and his mother finds an empty coke bag in his sock drawer . this of course , leads to the ultimate argument with his parents

everything comes to light right then and there . the argument is so terrible , his crying mother becomes so angry , she slaps him ( which is huge for hayden , because neither one of his parents had ever laid a hand on him or one of his siblings ) . they basically kick him out and surprisingly ? hayden is so filled with rage , he’s perfectly okay with that , doesn’t even bother to use the thirty minutes they give him to ‘ pack your bags and get the fuck out of here ’ either , legit just grabs his camera and leaves , and the first person he goes to ? hanna . he honestly hasn’t seen his parents or siblings since that day

they pretty much runaway with a couple of her hippie friends and start road tripping the states together , spend hanna’s eighteenth birthday in las vegas , which was absolutely crazy , and that’s saying little . eventually , hayden and hanna settle down in some trailer homes in denver

after a night filled with too many beers and lines , they find out hanna is expecting three months later , right when they’re finally getting settled in . despite the fast lifestyle they both live , they decide to keep it . ‘ it ’ turns out to be a girl , and they name her hayley

hayden never wanted to be a father , but as cheesy as it sounds , his daughter really changed him . like , he really wanted to be a better man for her even though he was barely eighteen and didn’t know what the fuck he was doing , literally never felt a love so pure , just wanted to protect her and be a good dad

however , the same can’t be said for hanna . she tells him she’s going to get the baby formula one day and never comes back , leaving hayden a single father when his daughter is only four months old . he’s alone and scared , doesn’t have a single clue what to do , but he somehow makes it work

stops doing drugs , gets his shit together even though it’s hard . like he’s stressed 24/7 but for once , he’s trying to do things the right way . he’s nothing like his parents at all , but he understands what it’s like to care for someone so much , you don’t want anything bad to happen to them , he doesn’t agree with what his parents did but after becoming a dad , he gets where they’re coming from . he becomes a better person , all thanks to hayley

fast forward five years later however , and hayley becomes really sick with leukemia . hayden starts spending his time in the hospital more than anything . unfortunately , after a little over a year of struggling , she ends up passing away when she’s six years old

it was one of those cases where hayden never really thought that would be the outcome, you know ? like he knew it was bad , but he was positive they would get through it . the amount of times he thought ‘ no , she’s too young . no , not my daughter . she’ll be fine ’ was a lot . he’s seen cases of parents going through that but he never in his entire life thought that would be his case as well , until he actually went through it

it doesn’t take a genius to guess how upset the situation makes him . hayden becomes very , very depressed , basically drowning himself in his work to try and ignore just how awful he felt . he never thought it would hurt as much as it does . he doesn’t think he could put it into words just how painful it is , not in french , not in english , not in any language

he has a mental breakdown so bad , he impulsively goes into his bathroom and shaves his entire head and eyebrows . i’m not even talking like a buzzcut , no , straight up just bald and no eyebrows . not a look on him , but he’s in such a bad place , he doesn’t care . after being clean for more than half a decade , he breaks his sobriety , literally .... becomes a mess

eventually , his hair and eyebrows grow back , but he’s really never the same person again . this is how he ends up in shrike really – living in denver with all those memories is just too painful for him , legit goes to a small town where no one knows a thing about him or his story

he’s back to his old habits because he really doesn’t give a fuck anymore . like , he genuinely feels like he has nothing left to live for even though he’s so young . he feels tired and worn out and really , really sad , but he never shows this side of himself

instead , he’s dwelled on becoming the party animal guy . he’s that friend you call up to drink , smoke , or just get high with . he’s back to his fast paced lifestyle and he couldn’t care less . it’s gotten to a point where he doesn’t care if he takes it too far . like .... he just doesn’t give a single flying fuck anymore watch him drinking at the job ( even though he’s a bartender so it’s gucci but )

his existence has become rather empty . getting high and getting drunk , barely sleeping , doing chaotic shit that could get him arrested . again , he just feels like he has nothing to live for ,desperately needs therapy even though he’ll probably never go bless him

he hates being alone ! not even because it scares him or anything , but because he thinks too much when he is . he hates being alone with his own thoughts , dead ass always wants to be with someone or high on something because he just hates thinking

has the name ‘ hayley ’ tattooed on his wrist , with a little angel underneath . will probably tell you it was a drunk tattoo if asked even though it obviously wasn’t

hayden doesn’t really do relationships after what happened in his last one . he would like one , but doesn’t like putting in all the effort , huge on hookups and meaningless sex because it’s become his life

he loves taking pictures ! has a polaroid camera which was literally the only thing he took from his house when he left . he’ll take pictures wherever he goes as he claims pictures are the perfect way to ‘ capture life’s moments ’ . he has a ton of pictures of his daughter

got his aa , but never furthered his education

i’m going to end this here because this is getting long , but below is his birth chart ! i’m still figuring him out so i might edit this later on ? who knows tbh

wanted connections

apartment complex buds : these two live in the same apartment complex and have become friends through there , probably party together and get into all sorts of shenanigans , huge ride or die energy here

strawberry fields forever : give me someone he did acid with . it wasn’t hayden’s first time dropping acid , but it was your muses’ first time , so this could be a pretty fun connection depending on their reaction !

my ghost , where’d you go ? : fwbs that ghosted each other 😀 maybe they thought things were becoming too real and dipped ? could be a fun connection to work out

why’d you only call me when you’re high ? : fwbs that only hook up when they’re under the influence . hayden will call them up at three am like ‘ where are you ? ’ . big dumb energy in this connection right here

coming down : someone who tries to be a good influence on him . they could be there for him whenever he comes down , but this person’s efforts are probably are for nothing because he’s fucked up 💜

young gods : a muse maybe ? someone he takes pictures of ? he’s all ‘ wait don’t move ’ *snaps pic*

or we can brainstorm !

#shrikeintro #drug abuse tw #drug addiction tw #child death tw #depression tw #mental illness implication tw #suicidal thoughts implication tw #cancer mention tw #pls love me jfnvjklfnvcf

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shadowglens · 3 years

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THALI(A), HOL(L)Y and IDA for the names ask meme!! ☺️💕💕

holly answered here!

THALIA

T: how quick are they to cry?

entirely depends on where she is! if she’s with friends, her mum or brother, or in private then she’s a huge cry baby and will burst into tears very quickly. if she’s in public or with her dad then she’s a lot more restrainer - you’ll be able to tell when she’s upset still, but she won’t burst into tears like she usually does. she’s got very good at keeping herself under control and ‘professional’ around certain people.

H: who texts/calls them the most?

oh you just know jim never shuts up, so he clogs up her phone (do they have phones? or fancy sci fi communicators?) a lot. uhura and her text a lot though too, along with a few of their friends from the academy. they’d definitely have a group chat. thalia sends dumb emojis and memes to bones a lot just to piss him off lol.

A: who are their exes? do they still keep in touch?

she dated a few people during university but things ended messily both times so thalia doesn’t really keep in contact. she was such a workaholic back then (even more than she is now) and also wasn’t as confident in herself, so she wasn’t the best person to be in a relationship with. the breakups hurt, defintiely, but ultimately they were for the best.

L: how often do they post on their social media accounts?

not as often as you’d think, but she does use them fairly reguarly. she likes posting pictures of the funky alien animals she comes across in her travels, as well as fashion stuff. lots of sappy couple shots of her and jim once they’re Official.

I: in general, are they organized or messy?

organsied! very very organised! everything has a place, and hse also just loves routines and knowing what to expect. her wardrobe is immaculate too.

IDA

I: in general, are they organized or messy?

in contrast to thalia, ida is a mess (both emotionally, physically and like .... spiritually). her apartment is uncontrolled chaos, with baskets of laundry and other random things everywhere. the styling is all over the place too, with bright rugs and blankets and random ottomans and artwork everywhere. half her wardrobe is shoved in the backseat of her car.

D: what time does their day usual start?

if ida had it her way she’d sleep in all the time, but she often has to be at work at like .... 6am. which sucks, honestly, but she’s at least in the routine of getting up really early after having worked at the station for a while, so it’s not too bad. she always stops in at hayley’s for the largest coffee she can get though, because otherwise she’s a gonna be a non-functioning mess. it’s a bad habit from her days at the academy/university where she’d be up at all hours studying. it hasn’t failed her yet.

A: who are their exes? do they still keep in touch?

how coincidental that i get this question from you, cause the big ex is obviously bobby (derogatory). they went to school together and became a semi-serious, kind-of-fwb thing in the last few years of high school. they stuck it out until they were like 19 or 20, and then things started to derail - bobby was becoming more selfish and self-serving, and ida was lashing out and everything and anything in her vicinity, and they were kind of destined to crash and burn honestly. definitely not a great time for either of them, although bobby still definitely lords it over ida to this day. their relationship is one of many reasons ida has such a love-hate relationship with wayhaven (she can’t drive down certain streets without thinking about fucking bobby in the backseat of the shitty car his parents gave him for graduation).

#oc tag #jmiacolt #ch: thalia wooten #ch: ida greene #ty aj xx #these two are such polar opposites asfdfgg #thalia is such a type a it's ridiculous #ida is just a wreck tbh

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 4 years

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A Piece of You 9

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Former Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: A lot of violence towards the end. Canon typical blood and gore, a baby Mikaelson showing off his power.

Author’s Note: We’re reaching the end of this story guys. There is quite a bit that happens in this one. Thank you guys for being here with this one and the time it has taken to get it completed. I hope you guys enjoy this one.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

A heavy presence of darkness hadn’t gone unnoticed by the Mikaelsons. As they stood in the courtyard downstairs, they could feel it reach them within seconds. It filled every square inch contained inside the boundaries of the spell Y/N and Freya created. The last time some of them had felt the darkness surround them as they had, the Mikaelsons had saved Y/N from her Ascension.

While they all hoped that tonight would be uneventful, there was still the possibility of an unwanted outcome. When Y/N’s cry out to Elijah reached their ears moments before, they knew. They hadn’t missed the way Y/N had run in a panic for Henrik’s room. Hearing her call out to Elijah had confirmed their worst fears. Henrik had been taken right from under their protection.

“I should have listened to my instincts.” Y/N said as she looked over at Elijah. “I knew this was going to be a bad idea.” Not once had her eyes changed back to their Y/E/C shade since she performed her spell. “I shouldn’t have brought him here. He would have been safe at the hotel. Hell, coming back to the city was a bad idea in the first place.”

“That’s not true, and you know it.” Elijah said as he watched her, unsure of how to approach her. The darkness that surrounded her was by her own doing now. The last time Elijah had seen her as she was, it was forced upon her. He had been able to work with her on controlling it. Now, he had no idea what to expect. “Henrik needed help. You believed my family would be able to provide him that.”

Y/N’s head tilted to the side as she watched him. “I believed your sister would help me. It was your idea to bring him here. ‘This will be the safest place for him.’ I believe were the words you said. Now look, Hayley had been able to slip through the cracks and my son was taken-”

“Our son.” Elijah cut her off as he took several steps towards her. “He is our son. Yes, Hayley had a part in taking him for Lucia, but do not for a moment think I won’t do everything in my power to ensure he is safely returned to us.”

A dark chuckle passed Y/N’s lips, sending a chill through Elijah that he tried to ignore. “Your power? Need I remind you that even your powers of vampirism aren’t going to be enough. Lucia intends to use him for power. Dark power that not even you would be able to stand against on your own. Your family included. Not only that but you’ll get in the way when it comes time for the wolf you just love to die.”

Elijah shook his head. He knew she was upset, and the dark magic flowing through her wasn’t making anything better. He knew that the woman standing in front of him was just being influenced by the darker parts of herself. It fed the darker thoughts that she usually kept to herself. But because Henrik had been taken from them, there was no way to stop that influence.

“You aren’t thinking straight. This isn’t you.” He said with a sigh.

Y/N closed the gap between them and looked up at him. “I’ve already told you. Without Henrik here, I have no humanity.” A smirk pulled at her lips. “Then again, you weren’t always paying attention to what I say, were you? Your attention had been elsewhere.” Before Elijah could even open his mouth, Y/N turned and walked towards the door. “Let’s go. I know where they’ll be and a plan where you’ll be able to play the hero to your son. But just know, the moment he is safe, I can promise you that you won’t be able to stop me from going after Hayley.”

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Candlelight lit up the ruins of the centuries-old Y/L/N home. Nature had reclaimed the land in many places throughout the property, except for the one spot killed by dark magic during several Awakening and Ascensions throughout the years. It was now where Henrik found himself as his eyes began to open.

“There’s my cousin’s adorable son.” Lucia’s voice was anything but sweet as she looked over Henrik.

Henrik had begun waking up when Hayley had come into his room. At first, because of the glamour, he believed Elijah had come in to check on him. It wasn’t until he felt the familiar warning that danger was near. His hand instinctively went up to his necklace before Hayley blew a powder towards Henrik, causing him to lose consciousness.

The chuckle he heard caused him to jolt up and look around. Sitting just outside a circle, Lucia had been crouched down in front of him. His brown eyes met black ones as a grin pulled at her lips.

Henrik’s ability told-more like yelled at-him to run. There was nothing good about the woman in front of him. He wanted to run, he wanted to get as far away as possible. But Henrik knew better, the circle that surrounded him would prevent him from doing so.

“My mom and dad know you’re here.” He said as he held his head high. “They’ll come for me.”

Lucia chuckled at his words. “Oh, I’m planning on that kid. Your mom and I have some unfinished business. Plus, I’d hate for her to miss your Awakening.”

“I’m not doing it.” He said confidently as he crossed his arms over his chest. “My family will stop you before you can start.”

She rolled her eyes. “You really did take after your parents. I was really hoping some of your grandfather’s traits would have been passed down.”

“Which one?” There was curiosity in Henrik at Lucia’s words. Y/N had told him plenty of stories of his grandfathers. He understood that they were both someone Henrik wouldn’t feel safe around even though he would never meet them.

Lucia shrugged. “Why not both? My Uncle lived for the darkness. He’s the one that pushed for your mother’s Awakening. And we both know your mom would have been the coven’s leader if only she had Ascended. Such a shame that your father saved her. As for his father, he hated his own family. Hunted them for centuries. I hoped maybe, just maybe, that coldheartedness would have been passed down. Instead, you’ve got your mother’s weakness and your father’s need to believe that family is stronger together.”

“Always and Forever does have its moments.” Hayley said from behind Lucia.

A smirk pulled at Lucia’s lips as she slowly turned towards Hayley. “Right, you were a part of that little pact. And now that you’ve personally went against their back, it’s been revoked. Which reminds me. Shouldn’t you be heading home to your husband? We both know my cousin will rip into you the moment she sees you.”

Hayley looked between Lucia and Henrik. While she did feel guilty for the things she had done the last few days, Hayley knew she wouldn’t change anything. With a nod, she turned to leave. But just as she was about to step outside of the ruins, she was met with a barrier.

“What the hell?” Hayley said as she tried moving through it again.

Lucia chuckled. “Looks like she’s close by. You should have left after you dropped him off.” She turned her attention back to Henrik. “Ready for one hell of a Y/L/N Awakening?”

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“Let’s think about this.” Rebekah said as Y/N and the rest of her family stood not too far from the ruins. “If we all go in there at once, we wont stand a chance. She knows we’re coming. This plan of yours is too risky.”

Y/N chuckled. “Says the vampire that is immortal. This will work as long as everyone plays their part. Distractions aren’t needed. Not when I’m here to deal with Lucia.”

The Mikaelsons were still trying to get used to Y/N being so calm than any other mother would be in this situation. For as many times Hope had been in danger, Hayley was always in a frantic state until her daughter was safe. Yet here Y/N was influenced by black magic, and not once had she lost her cool.

“I’m with Rebekah on this one.” Davina said as she looked over at Y/N. “Not all of us can withstand your family. Even as a former New Orleans witch, this is some dark magic you’re about to release.”

“I trust her on this.” Elijah said with a nod. “We go in there, protect Henrik in any way possible. Y/N will handle the rest.”

“And if she fails?” Klaus asked.

“I Ascend.” Y/N said as she looked over at Klaus before looking over at Elijah. “Then you will take my son and run.”

“That wasn’t a part of the plan, Y/N.” Elijah said, shaking his head.

“There was a lot that wasn’t a part of our plans.” Y/N threw at him. “But here we are.” For a brief moment, her eyes changed back to their natural color. “Our son is in there. We have less than an hour before midnight. To hell with the plans we made if this all fails. You will take Henrik and leave if there is no other choice.”

Elijah shook his head once more, hating this plan. “And if I stop you?”

Y/N’s eyes flicked back to black. “Try it, Elijah. There are a lot of pent of emotions that I’d be willing to let out. All of us know that wouldn’t be a pretty sight for our son to see.”

The threat was enough for Elijah to nod his head. They weren’t supposed to be fighting each other. They were supposed to be working together to get their son home safely. And no matter what kind of creatures they both were, Y/N held all the power over them.

“Let’s go.” Elijah said, keeping his eyes on Y/N’s.

The others around them left just as planned. Y/N and Elijah stood their ground as they looked at each other. While Elijah would have given anything to look into her Y/E/C eyes as he did, he wanted to make sure this would work.

“Tell me what you’ll do. Just one last time, so I know you won’t change things on me.” He with a nod.

“I’ll go in, speak with my cousin.” She started. “You and everyone else will be off on the sides dealing with the rest of my family. The moment the circle is broken, you’ll go in and get Henrik.” Her eyes flickered back to normal. “Doing this, will bring in my darker side. In the process, Henrik will feel that. His instincts will change. So you need to promise me that you’ll get him out of there.”

“You have my word.” Elijah said lifting his hand to run his fingers along her cheek. “Now just promise me you’ll come back to us when this is done.”

Y/N sighed as she leaned into his touch. “We both know I want to. But if anything changes, I will Ascend without any interference.”

Elijah’s face hardened, but he nodded. “Okay.” He could see there was no changing her mind. She was the only one that could face Lucia and win. The rest of them, there was that chance that they’d lose and Henrik would be forced to Awaken. That would be when Y/N would offer an Ascension instead.

A gust of wind picked up, and Lucia was thrown back against the broken wall. A laugh passed her lips as she stood, shaking herself off from the impact. “Hello, Y/N.” She said with a smirk growing on her lips.

Y/N walked into ruins at her name. Henrik had been so relieved to see his mother. But what he hadn’t been expecting was how her eyes looked exactly like Lucia’s. It confused him for only a moment. He understood that his mother had to tap into her darker side to deal with Lucia.

Y/N’s eyes landed on Henrik, a small smile formed on her lips before her eyes flickered back to Y/E/C. “You’re safe in there, Henrik. Whatever magic happens out here, you’ll be safe from it.”

Henrik nodded his head and moved as far back as he could in the circle he was in. If his mother said he was safe, he believed that. He watched as her eyes flicked back to black before her attention turned to Lucia.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I hated these family get togethers?” Y/N said as she moved closer to Lucia. “And now you’ve brought my son to one. I think my reaction to this is quite clear and acceptable.”

“Come on, Y/N/N.” Lucia said watching her. “We both know this is what keeps the family line going. I was never able to have children after I ascended. And you, you’ve got the perfect candidate in your son for him to Awaken and Ascend when the time is right. Y/L/N and a firstborn Mikaelson, that is some power.”

“He won't be.” Y/N said as she took a step closer towards her cousin. “I made it very clear when I left the coven that I wanted nothing to do with it. Neither would my son. The only way you’d be able to get him to Awaken is to go through me and force the first line of the spell out of my lips.”

Lucia chuckled. “We both know I have more power since I’ve Ascended. You were so close to doing the same. So I look forward to getting those words to leave your lips when the time is right.”

The first wave of magic that Lucia used against Y/N hadn’t budged her. It caused a smirk to pull at her lips. “I was supposed to lead the coven. Even without Ascending, I still have more power.” Y/N fired off several spells that sent Lucia back several feet.

Standing, Lucia wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and shook her head. “I’m surprised you even let your darker side in for this.” She said as she held her hands out to the side.

Without another word between the two, different types of spells left the two witches. Some in defense, others in attempt to subdue the other. Each spell that went towards the other held more power than the last. It was a fight to ensure the other would fall in some way.

It was as Y/N pushed the blast towards Lucia did she bring her other hand up. A simple wave of her hand had the edge of the circle closest to where Elijah was supposed to be opened up. She never once looked back towards the circle. She wouldn’t be distracted in front of Lucia, it be an opening to the woman and what Y/N had just done would be for nothing.

Henrik hated the way his mom and Lucia were currently fighting. Even as Elijah grabbed hold of him, Henrik refused to go. The more the darker magic seeped into his mother, the more his ability was telling him his mother was no longer safe. He hated the feeling and there was a part of him that wanted to stop his mother from being someone he could no longer trust.

The moment Elijah noticed the circle had been opened, he was right by Henrik’s side. Henrik had been so focused on the fight before him that he hadn’t noticed that Elijah was there.

“No, we can’t leave momma.” Henrik said as he pulled his hand away from Elijah’s.

“We need to go.” Elijah said as looked down at his son, finally catching his attention. While Henrik had only looked at his dad for a moment, his eyes went back to the other two.

“I give you my word that she will not be left here. But we need to get you out of here.” Elijah said hoping his son would understand.

The pressure from the magic that surrounded them was becoming unbearable. The longer they stayed the more it would have affected anyone that was standing there with the two witches. Elijah wouldn’t let Henrik be caught in the middle of this all.

“I can help her.” Henrik said taking a step back from his father.

“No.” Elijah shook his head. “I need you safe. I will come back and get her out of here, but I will not let you put yourself in danger.”

Henrik stood his ground though. Even as Y/N cried out in pain from the spell Lucia just used on her, he refused to leave. Both him and Elijah looked over at Y/N. She stood up quickly and an orb formed in her hands before sending it over to Lucia. The orb was counteracted by Lucia’s own spell causing the orb to shatter into sparks surrounding them.

“I know a spell.” Henrik said, trying to convince Elijah. “Momma said to trust my instincts. This spell will help.”

Elijah looked from Y/N to Henrik before looking over at his siblings. Here his son was asking to help stop the fight between the two cousins with Magic. On the night of his Awakening, no less. Looking over at Freya, who nodded at his silent question.

“Okay.” Elijah nodded. “What do we need?”

Henrik grabbed his father’s hand and gave a smile. “Just your hand.”

Y/N’s hands were stretched out in front of her, a stream of magic illuminating from them. Lucia had been the same way, only her stream was a lot closer to Y/N.

Henrik began reciting the spell from memory. One that he had read about on his own, wanting to be safe just in case there was something he needed to use it for. The more he chanted the spell, the more the necklace that was around his neck began to glow.

It wasn’t long before the glow had become so bright that it even stopped Lucia and Y/N. As their eyes all turned towards the child, Y/N panicked. She knew what spell Henrik was doing. Without the proper training, this one could possibly end badly.

She took a step towards them, hoping to stop Henrik before it became too much for him. But the way Elijah’s eyes met hers and shook his head, she knew that Elijah would stop him if needed.

It was Henrik’s yell of the last line of the spell that told Y/N he had reached the end of it. The blast that came from the necklace had caused any witch in the area to fly back, Y/N, Lucia, Freya and Davina included.

Those that were not deemed ‘safe’ by Henrik had enough power course through them, frying them from the inside out. Freya and Y/N had barely felt so much as a shock after being thrown across the ruins. Lucia on the other hand, felt the power course through her at an alarming rate that caused Lucia to scream out in pain.

The moment Lucia’s lifeless body hit the ground, it released the darkness into the air. The cloud of black magic crackled with electricity from the spell. It hovered over everyone for a moment before it evaporated completely.

The spell that Henrik had done was not only a defensive spell, but it expelled anything with dark magic that Henrik deemed it to. While an Awaking called to the darkness, this spell pushed it away.

The Marks that once covered their wrists slowly faded. For if the person that sent the invitations ceased to exist, the mark was no longer needed. While Henrik could easily step with in the circle and complete the awakening, it was no longer a huge ritual the family normally made it.

Y/N, Davina, and Freya slowly stood up from where they were. Y/N was spared from the same thing Lucia had went through. It meant the darkness with in her still lingered. As she stood, the threat she had felt subsided. With it, the black veins dimmed in comparison to what they had been. It was going to take some time for them to fully subside.

A proud look formed on Elijah’s face as he tightened his hold on his son’s hand. While he had seen plenty of spells being done by witches, that was a first that he had ever seen a child as young as he had been, use that kind of Magic. Even Hope had been a few years older with some of the spells he had seen her do.

“I did it.” Henrik said with a grin on his face as he looked up at Elijah. “Lucia can’t hurt us anymore.”

“And no one will ever force you into an Awakening.” Elijah noted as he gave Henrik a smile.

A moment later their eyes landed on Y/N across the way. She had been stretching herself out from the hit she had taken. It was as their eyes landed on Y/N that they noticed the dark veins had faded and her eyes were no longer black.

A smile pulled at Elijah’s lips to know that she was okay. He was thankful that she didn’t need to force herself into an Ascension. He knew that with time, just as she had before, that the veins would completely subside the closer to her humanity she got.

Y/N took a step towards Henrik. Her eyes had been wide from the magic he had just done. There was a proud feeling surrounding her as she took in her son. But the moment she took that step, she watched as Henrik moved behind Elijah.

Everyone else had held their breath as Henrik had done so. Y/N had enough darkness in her that Henrik could sense the change in her. Y/N took a step back wanting to give Henrik his space. She of all people knew how to provide the boundaries he needed.

“Y/N,” Elijah began taking a step towards her.

Y/N placed her hand up to stop him. “I understand more than anyone else will. I have too much darkness that could potentially hurt him. I have to keep my distance while I get this under control.”

“I’m sorry, momma.” Henrik said looking out from behind Elijah.

Y/N crouched to his level, even though she had a bit of distance between them. “You have nothing to be sorry about, my love. I knew this was a possibility. We’ll get back to where we were.”

“Promise?” Henrik asked.

“I promise.” She said with a nod. “But for right now, I’m not safe around you. So that means you’ll have to stay with your dad for a bit. Just until I can get myself under control.”

“Okay.” There was a saddened tone in his words that no one missed. He knew what that would mean for the next day.

“You guys should go.” Y/N said as she stood up. “Celebrate that Henrik pretty much saved us tonight.” Her eyes landed back on Henrik. “When you wake-” Her voice cracked a bit, trying to gain control of her emotions. “You’ll have an amazing breakfast with your dad for your birthday. And I promise there will be a gift from me waiting for you.”

The siblings looked down at the ground at Y/N’s words. This would be the first birthday of Henrik’s that Y/N would miss. While the others had missed the first handful of birthdays for Henrik, the one person constantly in his life wouldn’t be there.

“And where will you go?” Elijah asked after a moment of watching her.

“The hotel.” She shrugged. “I have some cleansing spells I need to preform in order to get myself back on track. Just make sure he has a good birthday, just in case if I can’t be there tomorrow.”

“I give you my word.” Elijah said with a nod of his head before looking over at his siblings who nodded their heads as well.

Satisfied, Y/N nodded her head in return. With a flick of her wrist, she had the boundary spell removed from the ruins. She may not be able to go with them, but she knew eventually she’d be able to spend time with her son again. It took a moment for the others to move, but when they did, there was a sigh of relief from Y/N.

The moment the barrier came down, Y/N hadn’t missed the way the shadows played in the corner of her eye. She watched as Henrik walked alongside his father as he excitedly spoke about the power he felt. The sight itself had brought a smile to Y/N’s face. Her son would be free from the darkness that her life had been plagued by.

But while Henrik was safe from it, Y/N would never be free from it. It was why the moment she saw the figure move through the shadows she stopped following the others. Her Y/C/E eyes flicked to black as a smirk pulled from her lips. With a snap of her fingers, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Hayley walked through the woods that were around her. She carefully took each step, making sure the other’s hadn’t heard her. The whole time Y/N and the Mikaelsons dealt with Lucia, Hayley had been able to make herself scarce. While Hayley knew that eventually she would need to face Elijah and Y/N on what she had done. But that didn’t have to be tonight. Or so she thought.

She looked back for a moment to take in the others leaving. But when she turned back around, Y/N stood in front of her. Her eyes were pitch black and a smirk had been placed on her face, causing Hayley to take a step back.

“Now how did I know you’d be trying to sneak away.” Y/N said as she stayed in her spot watching Hayley. “I do believe between the two of us, we have some unfinished business.”

Hayley turned to run, to at least get away from Y/N long enough for her to cool down some. But with a wave of Y/N’s hand, Hayley’s legs gave a sickening crack as she fell to the ground. The cry of pain that came from Hayley had gone unnoticed by the others thanks to Y/N’s magic.

“You don’t have to do this.” Hayley said as she clutched at her legs. Panic had been in her voice. “I get what I did was wrong. I never thought she’d hurt Henrik.”

Y/N chuckled as she crouched down next to Hayley. “I believe that last time we spoke I made it very clear you were to stay away from my son. Seeing as you didn’t,” Y/N held her hand out, slowly making a fist. It caused Hayley to grab a hold of her chest as pain filled her. “We are about to have one hell of time away from anyone that would save you.”

As Y/N’s fist closed, Hayley’s neck snapped, causing her to fall to the ground, unconscious. Y/N stood above her body, her smirk still on her face. With one more snap of her fingers, both of them were gone from sight.

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massivedrickhead · 4 years

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This is for @eulersfeverdream for their donation to @ppfandomdrive!

Thank you so much for your donation. I’m really honoured to be part of the PP Fandom Drive initiative, which is raising money for Black Lives Matter.

If you want to donate, please visit the @ppfandomdrive page for more information.

The prompt I got from @eulersfeverdream was Bechloe hurt/comfort, and they gave me the following as inspiration if I wanted it (which I did!): One or more of Chloe’s family goes missing on a trip outside of the country, and we see snapshots of Beca trying to comfort and support her as she deals with it.

I hope you like this!

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“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Chloe said, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was pacing back and forth, her phone held up to her ear. “What do you mean she’s missing?”

She heard the soft crying of her baby daughter who was currently sitting in her playpen.

Chloe sighed. “One sec,” she said into the phone. “Beca!”

“Yeah?” Beca called from her office.

“Can you get Alice please?”

Beca appeared a few seconds later, her headphones around her neck.

“Hey baby girl,” she said, scooping up her daughter. “Did mommy leave you alone in baby prison again?”

Alice stopped crying as Beca picked her up.

“Can you take her out of here?” Chloe asked, the phone held against her chest.

“Sure,” Beca said, frowning at the clear distress written across Chloe’s face. “Are you okay?”

“Please, baby,” Chloe said, her voice strained.

“Okay,” Beca said. She closed the door behind her as she carried her daughter into her office.

“Sorry Mom,” Chloe said, turning back to her phone call. “What happened?”

Her sister Haley was missing, that was the long and short of it.

She’d been vacationing in Europe and had stopped answering her phone. She hadn’t updated her instagram or twitter. And the plane that had meant to be bringing her back to the US had arrived in Florida without her.

She was just… gone.

“When was the last time anyone heard from her?” Beca asked that night, holding her wife as she cried.

“I think my Mom spoke to her last week?” Chloe said. “I checked her social media and her last post on instagram was like 9 days ago when she’d arrived in Munich. I didn’t even notice. She usually updates every day and I didn’t even notice there’d been a 9 day gap.”

“Hey, come on,” Beca said softly. “You work full-time and you’re a parent. You’re barely on your phone. So, she was meant to get back from London on Friday?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said, wiping her eyes. “At first Mom thought she must have just missed her flight, but she wasn’t answering her phone. She called the airline to see if she was booked on another flight but they weren’t super helpful. So she called the police who said she had to wait 24 hours before they could do anything. Anyway, eventually the police actually did something and they found out she never made it to England. She was supposed to fly there from Italy and didn’t make the flight.”

“Shit,” Beca said, softly. “So… So what do they do now?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe said, tears building in her eyes again. “Like, Europe is pretty big, right? And it’s all different countries, she could be in any of them. She could be anywhere.”

“I can post something on my socials? I’ve got a lot of fans in Europe, maybe someone will have seen her?” Beca asked.

“Would you do that?”

“Of course, it’s not even a question. Check with your mom to make sure it’s okay with the police or whatever, and when we get the okay I’ll post something. We’ll find her baby,” Beca said, kissing her wife on the head. “I don’t know if you know but I’m kind of a big deal. I’ve got 1.2 million followers.”

“Shut up,” Chloe said, laughing and hitting Beca in the arm. “I think I need to go back to Florida,” Chloe added after a small silence. “My mom doesn’t have anyone.”

“Do you want me to come?” Beca asked.

“Yes,” Chloe said. “But I think I should go alone first. Just to figure out what’s going on. Can you watch Alice while I’m gone?”

“Of course,” Beca said. “She likes her morning scotch at 9am right?”

“I hate you,” Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek. “I’m gonna call my mom and then try and get a flight. And then I need to beg my boss for some time off.”

They heard Alice crying over the baby monitor.

“I got her,” Beca said, standing up from the sofa.

——

Beca drove her wife to the airport the next afternoon.

She kept glancing across to the passenger seat where Chloe was on the phone to her mom.

“I land at like 5pm, but I’m just gonna hire a car you don’t need to pick me up,” Chloe said into the phone. “Hey, did you ask the cops about Beca making that post? She has like over a million followers, mom. No, she’s legit famous, and she says she has a big fanbase in Europe.”

Beca glanced over at Chloe, grinning when the redhead rolled her eyes. “They said it’s okay? Cool.”

“I’ll post it as soon as I get home,” Beca said.

Chloe mouthed a thank you at her.

“Okay, I’ll call you when I land. Love you too,” Chloe said, ending the call.

“Any news?” Beca asked.

“Well we need to work out what country she’s in. So we need to know what flights she made and what ones she missed. But I know she was doing a lot of travelling by train, and it’s harder to keep track of train passengers,” Chloe said, rubbing at the headache forming behind her eyes.

“Did she ever give you or her mom an itinerary?”

“She posted something on her instagram before she set out but it didn’t have like specific times,” Chloe said. She let out a groan of frustration. “I hate this. I feel so fucking useless.”

“I know baby,” Beca said. “But you’re doing all you can. We’ll find her.”

“How? How will we find her? She’s one tiny 18-year-old lost in a whole fucking continent,” Chloe said, hitting the car door in frustration.

The noise caused Alice to wake up and start crying.

“Sorry,” Chloe said, sighing.

“It’s okay,” Beca said, glancing back at their daughter. She turned back to see Chloe scrolling on her phone, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. “There’s aspirin in the glove compartment.”

Chloe glanced at her, confused.

“You get headaches when you look at your phone like that,” Beca said. “So take some aspirin with you.”

“You take good care of me,” Chloe said, putting the back in her bag.

“It’s my job, you’re my wife.”

They pulled up to the airport. “Call me when you land, okay?” Beca said, getting Chloe’s case from the trunk.

Chloe nodded, and hugged and kissed Beca. “I hate leaving you both,” she said, her face buried in the crook of Beca’s neck.

“I hate it too,” Beca said. “Keep me updated, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She squeezed Beca tighter. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Beca replied as their hug ended. “Have a safe flight.”

Chloe leaned into the car to kiss Alice on the head before she picked up her case and headed into the airport.

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One week later

“Sorry,” Beca said, shifting the weight of the screaming baby on her hip as she talked with Chloe on the phone. “She’s teething I think.”

“She has some those teething rings I think,” Chloe said on the other end of the phone. “You just need to put them in the freezer or something.”

“Yeah she has one, she’s just using it to hit me with,” Beca said.

“I’m sorry baby, I should be there,” Chloe said. She missed her wife and daughter so much, it made her heart ache.

“It’s okay, Chlo’. So she didn’t leave Germany?”

“No, at least not by plane.”

“And that was the last time she posted right?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. Beca could hear the exhaustion in her voice. “My mom’s flying out there tomorrow, but she’s asked me to stay here in case Hayley comes home or makes contact.”

“I’ll do another post, asking people in Germany to be on the look out or come forward if anyone knows anything,” Beca said.

“Thank you,” Chloe said. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. Are you eating? And sleeping?”

“Sort of,” Chloe said. “I can’t sleep without you.”

“I can still fly out there you know?”

“Things are just a bit crazy here at the moment, I don’t think it’s the best place for Alice. Are you coping okay?”

“Of course,” Beca said. “Don’t worry about us.”

A few days later, Chloe answered the door to a delivery of brownies from her favourite local bakery, with a note attached.

Make sure you eat all of these. Miss you and love you. Beca xx

Chloe smiled for the first time in a week.

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One week later

Chloe was broken from her thoughts by a knock at the door. Her heart summersaulted as it always did when there was a knock at the door, or when her phone rang. She was forever preparing herself for bad news.

She opened the door and her heart melted when she saw Beca standing there.

“Hey,” Chloe said, dissolving into tears. “What are you doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be alone right now,” Beca said, pulling Chloe into a hug. “My mom is watching Alice, I’m here for as long as you need me.”

“I always need you,” Chloe said. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Any news?” Beca asked, making coffee for her and Chloe.

“Not yet. My mom’s in a different part of the country so she’s travelling there now.” Chloe broke down in tears.

“It might not be her,” Beca said, pulling her into a hug.

Last night, a girl’s body was pulled from the river of a small German town. The girl was thought to be between 17 and 20 years old, around 5ft4, and with short ginger hair.

Beca had gotten the next flight out to Florida.

They were just waiting on a phone call now.

“Have you eaten?” Beca asked, rubbing a hand up and down Chloe’s bank. Chloe shook her head, wiping her eyes. “I’ll fix you something.”

“I’m not hungry,” Chloe said. “I feel sick.”

“Just a sandwich,” Beca said, standing.

Chloe gripped her arm. “Please, baby,” Chloe said. “Just sit with me. I’ll eat later, I promise.”

“Okay,” Beca said, sitting down. She put her arm around Chloe. “Okay.”

And they waited.

After an hour, Beca lead them into the living room because Chloe was falling asleep at the table, and Beca wanted her to be more comfortable.

“Why haven’t we heard anything?” Chloe asked, her voice rough and tired.

“I don’t know,” Beca said, running her hand through Chloe’s hair, as she rested her head on her lap. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just stay here,” Chloe said.

“Of course.”

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” Beca said.

When the phone rang an hour later, both girls woke with a start.

“Oh fuck,” Chloe said, scrambling to find the phone. “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“It’s okay,” Beca said, pulling the phone out of a gap in the couch cushions. “I’m right here.”

Chloe took the phone and answered.

“Mom?”

Beca couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but she saw Chloe visibly deflate with relief and sink back against the couch.

“It isn’t her? Okay. Okay, good. Thank god. Are you okay?”

Beca kissed Chloe on the side of the head.

“No, Beca’s here. Yeah she flew out this morning. Okay. Go get some rest mom, call me later? Love you, bye.”

“It wasn’t her?”

“It wasn’t her,” Chloe said, crying with a mixture of guilt and relief. “Some other poor girl is dead, but it’s not my sister.”

“I’m gonna order a pizza, and then you’re gonna get some rest, okay?”

“Okay,” Chloe said, too tired to argue.

——

“Prague?” Chloe said on the phone, a few days later. “Yeah, I think that was on her list.”

Beca pulled up Hayley’s instagram page, and scrolled to the picture of Hayley’s list of destinations.

“Yeah,” Beca said, showing Chloe. “Vienna, to Munich, to Prague. She was in Munich right?”

“Yeah, but she never flew out of Germany,” Chloe turned her attention back to her phone call. “Mom? You still there? Yeah, Prague was on her list.”

“I think you can get a train,” Beca said, scrolling on her phone. “It’s just long as hell.”

“So when did they see her? Okay, call me later.”

“Someone’s seen her?” Beca asked when Chloe ended the call.

“A couple of weeks ago, someone saw her in a hostel in Prague. Or… Or someone who looks like her. Obviously they didn’t think anything of it, but apparently they saw your latest post on instagram and it clicked in their head. So… The police there circulated a picture of her, and there’s a girl in a hospital who matches that description,” Chloe said, her head spinning.

“Your mom’s on her way?”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “God, I hope they’ve found her.”

A few hours later, Chloe’s mom called to confirm.

They’d found her.

Hayley Beale was in a medically induced coma in a hospital in Prague with a serious head injury.

She’d been found in an alley with no phone, bag or purse, so they assumed she’d been mugged.

But she was alive.

“Give your mom my love,” Beca said, kissing Chloe at the airport.

“I will. Give Alice a kiss from me,” Chloe said.

Chloe was flying out to her mom and sister in Prague, and Beca was flying back to Atlanta.

“See you in a week?” Beca asked.

“Yeah,” Chloe replied. “You’ve been so amazing through this, Beca. I really couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You’re my wife, and I love you. I’d do anything for you.”

“I love you too.”

“Fly safe,” Beca said, kissing her a final time.

“You too.”

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greekgrad12 · 4 years

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It Takes Two: percabeth!au

chapter two :)

Mattie Jackson and Hayley Chase meet at the start of summer and discover that they are each other's identical clone. With a little more investigating, the two girls discover that they are, in fact, twins. Things only get crazier when they find out that their adoptive parents were once in love. Now, they have to work together to reunite Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase before Mattie’s dad ends up dating the new camp counselor and Hayley’s mom gets married to a kid hating, gold digger.

And what better way to do that than to switch places?

i rewatched It Takes Two and decided to make it percabeth :)

read on ao3

chapter one here!

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The faded white stone was the first thing Annabeth Chase noticed when she and her daughter pulled into the driveway of their summer house. Well, summer house was a loose term now. Annabeth had been living here all year while working on a new project. One that was very near and dear to her heart. When Chiron called and asked if she would be willing to redesign the old camp, she was more than happy to. She even threw in a family discount, because that's exactly what he was. Family.

Annabeth Chase was a very famous name in the architecture world. She graduated top of her class at Berkeley and quickly got a job at Medusa & Co. Architecture. Her coworkers were somber, but the work was good. Working for a big company like Medusa & Co. brought on a lot of challenges, but that's what drew her in. Annabeth loved a challenge. What she didn't love were the rumors and scandals constantly going around about faulty cement, old metals, and rickety wires being used to create their buildings in an attempt to make more money. When she decided to investigate and learned that the rumors were true, Annabeth just had to leave. Creating her own Architecture Company took some time, but the exposure and resources she acquired while at Medusa & Co. helped her along the way. And the money she got from her tip to the media about what was really going on at her old job didn't hurt either.

Now, she was the proud owner and head architect at Parthenon Architecture. Having expanded her company to five different states all over America, Annabeth was a busy woman. So busy that she never really had time to think about her life outside of work. She knew she wanted to get married and have a family. Something permanent. But even with the casual dates, her friends insisted she go on, Annabeth never felt that spark that she knew made something worth pursuing. She knew what that felt like. She'd experienced it before, with-

"Woah," The sweet voice of her daughter broke Annabeth from her thoughts, "Remind me why we don't stay here more often?"

Annabeth didn't have time for romance, but she wanted a family. Thanks to adoption agencies, she could have that. But honestly, Annabeth wasn't even sure if she was ready to be a mother when she went in for a consultation with the agency. Her parents divorced when she was young, and due to her mother's career in government at D.C., Annabeth was left with her father. Eventually, her stepmother came into the picture and the blonde little girl was pushed into the background. The woman wanted absolutely nothing to do with Annabeth and her father did nothing to help. Things only got worse when her little twin brothers came into the picture.

Annabeth's mother would come back every other month and the two would spend the day together, but she couldn't be there every time the girl needed her. The best thing her mother did for her was sign Annabeth up for Camp Half-Blood when she was a seven. That first year at camp changed her life. She made friends who became family and finally found a place that felt like home. People who felt like home. A boy who felt like home.

"Remind me how often we come to Rhode Island?" she teased the ten-year-old.

The girl turned back to her mother and responded with a straight face, "Ha-ha."

Annabeth laughed at that, "Come on, Hayley, let's unpack. I wanna show you something in the house."

Despite her estranged relationship with motherhood, Annabeth never had to think twice about adopting Hayley. Before adopting the girl, she did her research. Apparently, Hayley's birth mother moved to California a week after she was born, hoping for a fresh start with her new child. Unfortunately, her new life didn't have room for a baby. The woman tried for about two months before abandoning the little girl at an adoption agency. Annabeth knew what it was like to feel abandoned, so she was happy to claim the two month old as her own.

She tried her best to be an attentive and caring mother, and being her own boss helped make that possible. Still, with Annabeth being so busy with the camp reconstruction plans, she and her daughter hadn't been able to spend as much time together this year. Hayley had spent the greater part of last year begging her mom to let her join them in Rhode Island, and as much as Annabeth wanted her around, she wasn't about to pull her daughter out of school for a whole year. Especially with everything they've gone through at past schools.

Much like Annabeth, Hayley Chase is a famous name. Hayley wasn't a problem child. She is a good kid. A good kid with bad luck. Getting her daughter into schools was the easy part. As the granddaughter to a Congresswoman, an American and Military History professor at West Point, and the daughter of the third most famous Architect in the United States, schools were eager to have Hayley in their programs. And having an eleventh-grade reading level didn't hurt either. It was when the school year began that things usually went south.

Wrong place, wrong time basically sums up Hayley's life. Nothing too crazy happened, but it was usually enough to ensure that the girl wouldn't be getting an invitation back. So far, she had been kicked out of three schools. Once for getting too many detentions due to 'continuous disrespect,' which is just a fancy way of saying, "You're child pointed out too many of my teaching mistakes and I'm sick of being contradicted."

Another time was when a nasty girl in her class tripped Hayley in the lunchroom. The girl's tray went flying, and the food fight that ensued was blamed on her. The last incident was the result of a classroom fire, but there's really no time to unpack that. Hayley never meant for these things to happen. She knew how hard her mother worked, and she admired her greatly for that. The last thing she wants is to add stress to her life.

What Hayley didn't realize, however, was that she made Annabeth's life anything but stressful. The woman couldn't be prouder to have a daughter as clever, kind, and patient as Hayley. Annabeth spent her whole life wanting to build something permanent, but when she finally did, she looked around and realized that it's wasn't worth much without someone permanent beside her. She wants to do right by her daughter, and that's one of the reasons why she was so excited to finally have Hayley over at the summer house with her. Not only would she get to spend time with her daughter again, but Annabeth would get to show Hayley where she grew up. Her home.

Camp Half-Blood.

Hayley was now carrying a backpack over her shoulders and tugging a suitcase behind her as she walked up the steps to the giant house, "What is it?"

"It's a surprise," The woman answered, simply. Annabeth had just dropped her bag onto the porch and was currently scrummaging in her bag for the door keys.

"What kind of surprise?" Hayley pressed while admiring the exterior of the house. The two story mansion had once belonged to her great-grandmother, but it hadn't been used in years. The green-eyed girl suddenly found herself hoping that the surprise wasn't spiderwebs and dust. Then again, her mother had been living here on and off again for the past six months. If there was even a hint of spiders, the house would have already been hosed down by exterminators, "Surprise like, 'I'm doubling your allowance for not causing trouble this year!' or surprise like, 'Grandma's coming to visit'?"

Annabeth had unlocked the door but held it ajar, "Actually, yes, your grandma is coming in a few days to visit."

A grim look overtook Hayley's face. It's not that she didn't like Grandma Athena, it's just that she was very... controlled. Hayley always assumed that it was the Congresswoman in her that made the old lady so uptight. Every time she came to visit, her mom would get anxious and start to stress work. The little girl knew all about her mother's upbringing. The mother-daughter pair were very close, and Hayley was protective of the people she loved, so she never enjoyed seeing the effect her grandmother had on Annabeth.

"Why is she coming here?" The young girl asked, trying her best to hide her disapproving tone, "The only thing she does when she comes over is stress you out and give me passive-aggressive looks for not indulging myself in nonfiction books."

"Hayley, if you want to read Agatha Christie, read Agatha Christie. If you want to read Marvel Comics, read Marvel Comics. Don't let her make you feel bad about your interests," If there was one thing Annabeth was willing to face her mother for, it was her daughter. It pissed the woman off to no end when her mother, the one who had basically abandoned her as a child, tried to tell Annabeth how to raise her daughter.

That's another thing Hayley loved about her mom. No matter what she did, her mom was right behind her with unconditional support. When Hayley entered the Spelling Bee, her mother stayed up the night before and helped her practice, even though she had scheduled an early meeting the next morning to ensure she would be off on time to attend the contest. When the girl wanted to join an art class, Annabeth went out and bought her a whole new art supply kit. When, at the age of four, she decided that blue and yellow were magic colors, and her mom decided to make blue cookies for her. She only made them once, and Hayley was young when she did, but the girl still could have sworn she remembers her mother tearing up when her daughter took her first bite of the blue food.

And there was the time when she was three, and Hayley had her first asthma attack.

Annabeth had been a wreck for the entire process. Of course, Hayley had recovered quickly, and thanks to her Flovent medication, she hasn't had a major attack in years. All thanks to her mom. If Annabeth Chase was anything, it was a planner. Hayley was on a strict schedule when it came to taking her medication. Even though her daughter's asthma hadn't acted up in years, she wasn't going to chance losing her ever again.

"Rebel against Grandma?" Hayley joked, "Sounds like a plan."

Annabeth huffed out a laugh, but Hayley could tell something was off. She just now noticed that her mother hadn't been looking her in the eyes and that she was still standing in front of the cracked open door, blocking the girl from what's inside. She also noticed that her mother didn't answer her question about why Grandma Athena would be visiting.

"Why don't we go inside? I may have lied about the surprise- or rather, the extent of it. There is actually more than one."

Hayley's confusion must have been very noticeable, because right as she was about to ask more questions, Annabeth opened the front door to reveal two people waiting inside.

"Piper! Leo!" Hayley dropped her bags onto the porch and ran to her godmother and honorary uncle. The two dropped down and hugged the little girl with just as tightly as she did them.

"Hey, Hay!" Leo teased the girl as her arm wrapped around his neck.

"Oh my goodness, there is no way you got this big over one school year!" Piper exclaimed as she pulled back from the girl's other side, "You get any taller and you're gonna outgrow Leo."

While that was definitely an exaggeration, Leo still scoffed at the girl. Watching as the three got reacquainted, Annabeth picked up her daughter's bags that were abandoned on the porch and laid them inside. After she placed her own bags on the floor, Piper's dark eyes shot up and reached Annabeth's gray ones.

The woman smiled down at Hayley before walking over to give her mom a big hug. Piper McLean and Annabeth had been friends for years. The two met in the third grade. They bonded over daddy issues and a mutual love for Skittles. You know, normal kid stuff. After decades of sleepovers, secret handshakes, bad haircuts, and One Direction phases, the girls were still inseparable. If anyone could read Annabeth like a book, it was Piper. They were a fantastic duo. So much so, that Piper was her personal assistant. Technically, she was here for work, but Annabeth was just grateful to have her best friend here for the occasion.

Annabeth met Leo Valdez in college. He was the smartest person on the robotics team and the two shared many classes together throughout the years. They became fast friends, bonding over conspiracy theories and arguing over who was the better Property Brother. When Annabeth needed a Head of Construction at her firm, she knew exactly who she wanted by her side. Leo was more than happy to accept.

Leo and Piper were great employees and even better friends. They were supportive when she told them she wanted to adopt. They were always there to remind her that it's okay to take a break. And whenever one of them decided to take her out and let her live a little, the other would watch Hayley. And they both loved Hayley.

"Glad to see you're still alive," Piper's tone was flat and quiet against Annabeth's ear. She knew her friend didn't want Hayley hearing what she had to say, and honestly, neither did Piper, "Oh, and look at that. Is that a phone sticking out of your back pocket? A phone that I have been trying to reach you on for the past hour?"

Annabeth pulled back from the hug and Piper could finally see the guilt written on her face, "I know. Look, I'm sorry I didn't answer, but I knew what you would be calling about. I couldn't exactly have you yelling at me with my ten-year-old in the passenger seat."

"So, she doesn't know then?" The black-haired woman knew the answer, but the way she was now staring Annabeth down -arms crossed, eyebrow raised- made her realize the real question she was asking went along the lines of, what the hell is your plan here?

"No," Annabeth sighed out, "I was going to tell her on the drive over from the airport, but there was just so much to catch up on-"

"Yeah, Annabeth!" Piper whisper-yelled as an exasperated look took over her face, "There is so much to catch her up on. Starting with-!"

"Hey, you two," Leo coughed out, loudly. As the girls turned their attention back to him and the little girl, they saw Leo motioning to Hayley. Annabeth's daughter sent confused glances to the three adults, "Annabeth, why don't you show Hayls what's outback?"

Annabeth clasped her hands together and moved past Piper, who was now giving Leo the death stare, "That's a great idea, Leo. Come on, Hayley, there's another surprise waiting for you."

Hayley loved a good surprise as much as the next girl, but she was very aware of the mumbled bickering going on between Piper and Leo as she and her mom walked to the back of the house. That kind of put a damper on things. There was definitely something being kept from the little girl, and she had an idea that whatever it was wouldn't be found outback.

"Come on, kiddo," Annabeth said as they reached a little study. Hayley almost missed the door as they walked up to it. The wood of the door matched the wall around it, and a few strayed out plant decorations hid it even more. It was like the room was intentionally being hidden away. Once her mother opened the door, Hayley could see why. It appeared to be a private study- a homey, little room. There was a desk that sat in the middle, surrounded by comfortable looking chairs and giant bookshelves. To the side, there was a giant bay window that let the sun in and overlooked the coastline. A telescope stood off to the right of the window and a globe of the world to the left.

"Wow," The girl breathed out. Hayley stepped into the room and heard her mother chuckle from behind her.

"Just wait," Annabeth took her daughter's hand and lead her to the giant bay window. Annabeth sat down on the cushion while placing the little girl in her lap. She pointed out towards past the water and to an open area that was covered by what looked like to be a camp.

"Is that the camp you've been working on up here?" Hayley asked, eyes still set towards the campground, "It looks beautiful."

From what she could see, the cabins were beautifully designed with different symbols on each building, "What do the different symbols mean?"

"Each camper is placed in a certain cabin based on what you designed your schedule to look like. For example, if you wanted to spend the majority of your summer in the gardens, you could request to be placed in the Grain cabin. It's just to help to keep campers organized," The woman explained, "Obviously you could still participate in the camp singalong with the Lyre cabin, or go swimming with the Triton cabin, but this way you could be focused more on your interests and be surrounded by people who shared them."

"You said you went there, right?" Hayley turned to look back at her mother, "What cabin were you in?"

"I was always in the Owl cabin," Annabeth grinned at the memory, "We spent a lot of our time in the arts and crafts department. We also held the highest number of wins in Capture the Flag."

"Capture the Flag?" The girl stared at her mother with an amused expression, "What's that like?"

Annabeth grinned down at Hayley, "Well, I guess we'll have to go over there one day and let you find out for yourself."

Her daughter's green eyes widened as she jumped from her mother's lap, "Wait, really? I get to go?"

"Well, since we won't be here the whole summer you're not an official camper, but yes. I talked to the activities director and he said they would be happy to have you come down and join in on the fun," she explained, "My only condition is that you aren't allowed to ditch me when your grandma get here. THAT, and I want a ceramic mug."

Hayley wrapped her arms around her mom's neck, "I will, I promise! It'll say Worlds Best Mom and everything."

There were many surprises in store for Hayley Chase this summer, but her daughter finally getting to experience Camp Half-Blood was Annabeth's favorite. With the architect's demanding schedule and her daughter's extracurriculars, the two didn't have a lot of extra time for just them. Summer was when they could be together the most, and no matter how much she wanted her daughter to experience the same joys she did at camp, Annabeth didn't want to send Hayley to the other side of the country without her. And there was no place for Annabeth at camp now.

However, due to her new project being Camp Half-Blood, Annabeth had the perfect excuse to bring her daughter to the place most special to her. She wanted to share her experiences with her daughter. Show her the giant pine tree right at the camp entrance where she would sit under the shade and read. Tell her about the firework show that the camp would have every year. Share every strategy she helped come up with to win almost every game of Capture the Flag. Bring her to the dock where she spent almost every day with a boy. A boy with messy hair and sea-green eyes. Green eyes that Hayley's own resembled. Annabeth wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. Looking into those eyes remained her of the boy she loved. The boy she wanted to build something permanent with. The boy who teased her, encouraged her, and stuck by her no matter what. Her best friend.

The boy who she tried to keep. The boy who she couldn't keep. Annabeth thought fate was a cruel being. For years, the blonde girl just wanted someone who would stay. Someone who wouldn't leave. And when she finally found that someone, life forced the two apart. Although she hadn't seen him in years, Annabeth would still think of that boy and wonder about the man he became. While working at camp, the woman was reminded of him more than ever. The memories -and feelings- they shared.

Yes, Annabeth wanted to share her experiences with her daughter, but she could not share him. Annabeth could not tell Hayley about the boy who was shorter than her for a majority of their youth together, and how he would glare at her when she teased him about it. She could not tell her daughter about the boy who would sit through every one of her architecture rants with a smile. She could not tell her daughter about how he could coax the truth out of her with a single look, and hold her when it hurt too much to talk about.

Annabeth could not tell her daughter about her first love, P-

"Annabeth!" A voice shook the woman from her thoughts. As Annabeth's daughter pulled away from her, she noticed that her once ecstatic expression was now replaced with a look of confusion. And it wasn't hard to figure out why.

When she turned her head towards the voice, Annabeth came face to face with Luke Castellan, her fiancé.

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