#when allison church said goodbye to her kid for the last time

[kagxme]

you ever think about what agent carolina's first name could have been? you ever think about what alison church named her one and only daughter?

[umbrellafools]

okay but five unknowingly reality hopping, time traveling to time periods that don’t even exist, because he picked up a habit of reading old books to go to bed and he couldn’t really tell which were fiction or non-fiction in the haze of sleepiness

like klaus mentions the percy jackson series and five only catches as snippet of the conversation like:

klaus: percy jackson is the reason i am gay, vanya. anyone who’s seen-

five: wait, like percy jackson? controls water, son of poseidon percy jackson?

klaus: yes! you read the series?

five: what do you mean, ‘read the series,’ he lives in new york? i messed up a jump as a kid and landed in their camp?

klaus: ...

klaus: just for clarification, you met percy jackson from camp halfblood?

five: yes? when i told him I also have powers he tried to stab me. called me a son of kronos. he had a friend like you though named nico.

klaus: i don’t think we’re on the same page here, brother mine.

five wouldn’t even bat an eye at the memory either. he wasn’t ever told how many kids have superpowers, he could’ve thought it was a normal thing. like he could’ve thought that they were the first to fight crime with public aliases. other superheroes were just dumb. that spider fellow has nothing on him.

like one day klaus manifested ben so that he can roam and five jumped into the kitchen and overhears allison say something to ben about harry potter being safe for kids and five cuts in like:

five: what do you mean, of course he’s safe for kids

ben: wait, you finally got to them? how’d you like them?

allison: it’s always nice to have a second set of ears, how’d you like em?

five: well I met potter on the one mission we had near london. I jumped into the tunnels and ended up in some ministry, where there was a big fight going down. you guys didn’t appear for the mission, so I had to step in. it was obvious who were the bad guys, so i jumped and grabbed a man from falling through a stone arch and gradually picked my way through. everyone got out safe.

allison: um five? I don’t-

five: don’t worry, i left soon after that. there was this old man with a long beard that reminded me too much of dad. forgot him name though.

ben: dumbledore?

five: that’s the fucker. wonder what he’s doing now. anyways, potter is completely safe, he’s trying to protect his school or something from some serial killer. he’s really good with kids, last I checked he’s a teacher. claire would love him.

allison: five, harry potter is a fict-

five: like I said, don’t worry. now that my coffee is done, I’ll be on my way. goodbye allison, ben.

allison: wait, five-!

ben: don’t tell him, it’s hilarious.

allison: how is this hilarious, ben he needs-

ben: nothing. he needs nothing. I want to see him crumble once he realizes.

and it goes on for years. no one tells him that he apparently has the ability to not only time travel and rip the fabric of time and space, but also has the ability to hop to different planes of reality.

it only stops when claire comes to the academy over christmas break loudly complaining about her winter break homework, moaning about having to write her essay on the outsiders. claire asked five to look over her essay because she knows he’ll be honest about it and five just freezes because ‘wait a damn moment. i stole bought that kid hair dye and saved him from that burning church.’ and hastily corrects it before claiming to go get another cup of good coffee before jumping all the way back to england to talk to that one fellow named merlin who also has powers and problems with time.

[justsohappensiimagined]

K I D, P A R T T W O - DEREK HALE -

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Reader.

– – –

You sat straight up on the couch, not daring to glance at the group of people who whispered about you. You could feel them all glancing at you, can’t believing the fact that you even existed. “How the hell did this happen?” The red head whispered to Derek. “Well, you see, the birds and the bees have a special bond.” The dimpled one said, earning a glare from everyone. However you tried to suppress a laugh, keeping the corners of your mouth from tugging up. “Derek, what if she’s a werewolf? What if she can hear us?” The one with the adorable brown eyes commented.

Nervously, they all turned to look at you at the same time. “Okay,” the girl who stood by the red head brought back everyone’s attention, “don’t you think we should just ask her instead of talking about her when she could possibly hear us anyway?” She asked. They were all silent, contemplating on what she had said. Swiftly, they all moved to sit in front of you. “So.” Derek said gruffly. The dimpled one rolled his eyes.

“What’s your name, first off?” The one with the adorable brown eyes asked. You smiled softly at his kindness. It was more than you were ever shown in your sixteen years of life. “My name is Y/N.” You said. You refrained from saying Hale, due to the fact that it looked like your father was still shocked and boggled out of his mind. “Y/N Hale?” The dimpled boy asked.

Derek glared at him, running his fingers through his dark tossed hair. “Yes,” you said quietly, “Y/N Y/M/N Hale.” You sighed, only glancing at Derek. “How old are you?” The dimpled boy asked. “I’m sixteen. I was born on Y/B/D.” You said. ��That’s today. Um, happy birthday? Who’s your mom?” The brunette asked.

“All I know is her last name,” you said to her, “Argent.” Everyone shifted uncomfortably. “Derek?” Scott called to him. “It fits. The time line fits.” Derek mumbled. “Y/N, I’m Allison.” The brunette introduced, sitting next to you. “That’s Lydia, Stiles, Scott, and Derek.” She said.

You simply nodded. “Your mother’s name was Kate.” She explained. You turned to her, a look of confusion on your face. “How do you know? Have you met her? Is she here? Do you know where I can find her?” You asked frantically. The thought of meeting your birth mother overwhelmed your heart with joy and fear. You’ve always wanted to meet her, to know why she gave you away.

“I know her because—because she was my aunt.” Allison answered. Your eyes widened in realization. “You’re my cousin.“ You exclaimed shakily. She nodded her head, slowly smiling. “It’s nice to meet you.” She gleamed. You squeezed her hand lightly.

“Okay, so, how did you find me?” Derek asked you. “Well, when I was born, my mother put me up for adoption. I spent two years trying to find you. All of the other kids were getting adopted, and I was being left behind. I just wanted to find you, and my mom. So when I was thirteen, I broke into the office of my adoption center and found my file. It was a closed adoption, and the only thing they had for my mother was Argent, and for my father, Hale.” You explained. Everyone was listening to you intensely, especially Derek. Hanging on to hit every word. “I searched for all of the Hales and Argents in the Texas area, but there was no one.” You sighed. “So, I made my search nationwide, and I found Argent Arms.” You told Allison.

“That’s our family’s gun company. We sell firearms to the law enforcement.” She told you. Our family. The words rang in your ears, loud like church bells. “When I turned fourteen, I finally found you here. It took me a whole year to finally come your door, and here I am.” You huffed, relived to get it off of your chest. You waited so long. So long to finally come and meet Derek Hale.

To finally meet your dad.

“Allison, maybe we should call your dad?” Lydia suggested. Her voice was light, and soft. She seemed sweet, her strawberry blonde curls falling over her shoulder. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Scott piped in. Allison nodded, giving you a small nod before leaving the room to call your new uncle. You sighed heavily, trying to calm your rapid heart.

You could feel Derek’s eyes on you, taking in every detail. You turned to look at him, returning the stare. You found it intimidating how he didn’t turn away, but just kept staring at you as you started at him. “You look so much like your mother.” He whispered. You could practically feel his heart break. “That’s funny,” Scott said, “because the moment I saw you all I could see was Derek.” He said.

“I still can’t believe it.” Stiles muttered. “You and Kate have a kid. That is a whole new level of messed up.” He said. The comment hit you harder than you had expected, not registering the fact that apparently no one here really liked you beside Allison. You think. “Stiles!” Lydia snapped. “Wha—? Oh, crap. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn't—” Stiles began, however you but him off.

“It’s fine, Stiles. I’m used to it.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your body. Allison came back into the room, placing herself next to you once more. “My dad’s on his way. We’ve offered you to come home with us, if you’d like, of course.” She smiled softly. You glanced at Derek, seeing his hardened expression looking at his hands. There’s no way he’s gonna let me stay here. Not with all of this going on.

You nodded, “Thank you.” She smiled tightly, “Yeah, and Lydia can come over. We can go grab something to eat, maybe go bowling.” She smiled. You glanced between her and Lydia, shrugging you agreed. “Can we join? We don’t really have anything else to do.” Stiles asked. Lydia and Allison said yes, the four of them planning the night away. Meanwhile, your eyes were trained on Derek from across the room.

He moved away after Allison asked to go bowling. You knew he was defiantly having a hard time dealing with the fact that some stranger just popped up out of no where, claiming to be his long lost daughter. However, he was exactly as you imagined him. Strong, and cunning. Now you knew where you got your eyes from. You wondered what else you got from him too.

There was a knock at the door. The sound echoed through the entire loft, strong and loud. “I got it.” Scott said. He walked over to the door, sliding it open to reveal a very attractive older man. “Hey, she’s right over here.” Scott said, gesturing to you and Allison. This must be Allison’s father.

It’s all in the eyes and the way he holds himself. Allison stood up, gesturing for you to follow. You stood beside Allison, your face unreadable. You were feeling a mixture of emotions. Happiness, dread, excitement, fear. “Hey, dad.” Allison smiled.

“Allison.” He nodded. His voice was deep, a bit of roughness lining the edges. “This is Y/N.” Allison said, gesturing to you. You smiled, holding out your hands towards Allison’s father. “You have her smile.” He whispered, his voice barely audible. “Hello.” You said.

His breath hitched at the sound of your voice. I guess that sounds like my mother’s too. “Hi. I’m Chris Argent,“ he smiled, “I’m Kate’s older brother. I’m your uncle.” He said shakily. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Chris.” You replied. “Shall we?” He asked, referring to the door. You and Allison nodded, bidding farewell to the others.

Just as you were closing the door, you whispered to Derek. “Goodbye, Derek.” You said, trying to hard not to say dad.