#who's still in contact with dad and half-siblings of course

[exandrianineorzea]

For Selru (whom I answered the poll as): Living and In Contact. His parents and siblings all live in Old Sharlayan,and he sends moogle post FREQUENTLY. Like oh god so frequently. He's constantly writing letters home to his family and eagerly looking forward to letters from home since he got sent out on a secret Gleaner mission and Minfilia got in contact with his team lead and got his contract transferred over like he was switching sports teams. (He never even realized his contract got transferred though since it took time (he STILL Sends samples to his old boss) and he got booted from the gleaner guild without his knowledge when he did the whole raid on the Ultima weapon and literally *no one* told him cause everyone went ".... that's a stupid decision" and ignored it. Boy got back to Old Sharlayan and only then found out he hadn't been part of the guild for years. His biodad and non-bio mom are both gleaners, they coulda told him, but literally everyone gathers together to read his letters (including his friends from the gleaners guild) and decided to not tell him because he's still actively gleaning and doing shit like... Turning research on Nym from Archeology to Anthropology, helping various research groups like NOAH. But that's beside the point.) The whole reason the post moogle recognizes him at sight before he helps him out is cause of how many letters he writes and receives from family members. He loves his family and they love him back, and are super proud of him.

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For the purposes of this poll, "family of origin" means any family who raised them at any point in childhood, including adoptive family.

[scornedserendipity]

6. The Magic Emporium (Winchester x Younger siblings oc)

yeet so I finally found a face claim for Jamie but you can image her however you want. This is just pretty close to how i see her. but enjoy this chapter. lots is revealed lol. let me know what ya think (yes ik this is actually riley from hellrasier, ignore that lol)

about 6k words some some change

Sam and Dean were gone for a while, they decided just to get a motel room so they didn’t have to plan around visiting hours to see Jamie, not that she minded. She liked being separated from her brothers sometimes. It made her feel like more of an individual than just a Winchester.

Of course, she loved her family and would die for them in a heartbeat but she still enjoyed her own time and secrets. Sam and Dean raised her as far back as she could remember. Dean was more of a parent than her actual Dad ever was. She always knew she was grateful that Sam and Dean wanted her, likely more than Dad ever did. They could have easily left her to be someone else’s problem instead. 

“Don’t worry Jamie. Just because you are our half-sister by blood doesn’t make you any less our sister. You are a Winchester and always will be, we will always be your annoying older brothers.” 

Sam had said that to her many years ago when she was first starting school and got bullied for not looking like her brothers, just because of her curly hair and tan skin. Kids were cruel but not everyone can chop heads off as a source of anger management. 

Jamie sighed as she sipped on her apple juice. She had been staring at her new laptop for hours. She told Sam and Dean that she was going to try and find some more information on Dad’s notes and see if there was anything behind them. Which she did for a short period. Finding a few footnotes and built a reading list of lore that she could correlate to what her Dad was talking about but after a while, she had gone through every piece of paper and it made even less sense to her.

“Okay, so we have angels and demons. Celestial beings that can predate mankind, beings that are a corrupted version of mankind. Different monsters that are only seen in certain parts of America coordinates to multiple locations, and a whole lot of nothing.” She sighed. She couldn’t help but stare at the paperwork. All this time and nothing about her mother, nothing about the woman who brought her into this godforsaken world. Just more monsters.

She sighed and picked up her phone. She scrolled through her contacts till she got to Dean. She dialed and it rang a couple of times.

“Hey, what’s up?” Dean’s voice came from the other side. 

“The sky.” Jamie joked. “Any luck on the hunt?” She asked. 

“No, we’ve been looking everywhere and asking just about every Jake, Kyle, and Crystal we see every question we can but nothing.” 

“Well, I may have found something in Dad’s notes. I found a couple of sets of coordinates and some information on more of our kind of weird. The first set was the road in Jericho where we faced the woman in white, the next place is in Colorado.” Jamie said as she pulled up her digital map where she marked all the coordinates. 

“I’ve charted them down but without Dad’s journal, I can’t connect them to anything. It’s all bits and pieces.”

“You did all of that in two days?” Dean asked. There was a pause, she could hear him talking to someone else, probably Sam. “Hang on, I’m going to put you on speaker,” Dean said. There was a beep

“Hey June Bug,” Sam said from the other side. It never failed to make her feel better to hear her brother’s voice. 

“Hey, how are you holding up?” Jamie asked. She peeked out her window when she saw someone coming by. The door knob never turned so she continued.

“We’re okay, just doing our jobs,” Dean interjected with a scoff.

“So am I went through Dad’s notes and found coordinates, but I need his journal to fact-check.” She summarized. 

“Oh okay, well, we are just about done here, we were heading your way anyway,” Sam said. 

“Okay. Can you try to get me checked out of here? I feel fine. I even walked around.” Jamie pleaded.

Her brothers scoffed and the line cut off. Jamie threw her hands up in frustration. She hated hospitals. Just like the rest of her family. It was a Winchester curse to have bad experiences with hospitals.

She was already wary of them as a child when her brother had confessed hospitals creep him out. Sam didn’t like them too much because of the smell. It was all to comfort her as she waited for her flu shot, but the real reason she didn’t like them was because the only time she ever got her father to pick her up from school. 

Her stomach had been bugging her all week. her brothers knew it, her teachers knew it, and even her Dad knew it, but she always refused the doctors, until the Friday of that week when she couldn’t take it anymore and went to the school nurse. The phone call to her father was terrifying but when the lady explained all of her symptoms and that it could be an infection, he rushed over. 

Her Dad was more gentle with her, she always knew it, but he also wanted her to tough it out. At the time it had been a while since her Dad had spoken so gently to her, but was apologetic without even saying it, but the stomach ache wasn’t the reason Jamie hated hospitals. It was that day, at 9 years old, she learned that wraiths love hospitals.

She ended up just having a gnarly stomach infection but it wasn’t anything serious.

Her brothers didn’t believe her till her Dad told them to put their shoes on and follow him. They knew not to question their father and subsequently Jamie. She remembered sticking her tongue out at them as they marched outside with their father leading the way.

“Hey, June Bug.” Dean’s voice broke Jamie’s train of thought. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair, kicking his feet up onto her bed and sighing. Sam rolled his eyes and took the other side.

“Did you talk to the doctors?” She asked, scratching her brow.

“We did. They said they want to run some tests and make sure you don’t need any more in-house treatment before they discharge you.” Sam said with a smile. 

“Nice!” Jamie fist-pumped the air. She was still sore but she wasn’t going to get any more limber sitting in bed. Especially when they might have another case.

“So what did you find in Dad’s stuff?” Dean asked.

“Well, it’s a lot and it’s a lot of nothing at the same time…if that makes sense,” Jamie said, raising her eyebrows and picking up a stack of the papers. So there are only a few coordinates for Colorado, Wisconsin, and Pennsilveiya.” 

Sam grabbed the journal from the duffle bag he carried in, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

“Right here. it said Blackwater, Manitoc, Catasauqua.” Sam said, pointing at the page in the book that listed the sites. 

“Looks about right. What are we going to do?” Jamie asked. The younger siblings looked at their older brother. he thought for a moment. 

“Well, the only way too Dad, is to follow him and hope we catch up. We can stick around for another day or two, see if we can find out anything else about Jess’s death and then we hit the road.”

It sounded easy, but things never were.

When her brothers left it was just her again. Jamie stared at her new laptop, she wondered if she would even find anything. It started with simple name and location searches. Research on psychics and what they did. She found a website that told all the secrets of fake psychics and magicians, a page dedicated to some kind of weird mind-reading role-play.

“Hmm, maybe if I narrow down the search to Texas?” She asked herself, aimlessly scratching at her neck.

-time break-

“Finally, fresh air!” Jamie said as she walked out of the hospital. The doctors cleared her to leave and she was out faster than a worm in a pickle. 

“Calm down, we still have to get back to the motel,” Sam said as he watched his sister. 

“yeah, yeah whatever. Say that after you spend a week in bed.” Jamie said, stretching her arms. Sam and Dean watched for any kind of wince or limp in their sister as she stretched.

“Guys, I am fine! One little tumble isn’t enough to keep me down! Relax a little.” She joked. “I want to do some shopping before we go. I need a few things.” She said approaching her brothers. They were still outside the hospital but when she stopped they did. A terrible habit they had. 

“Why?” Dean asked. Jamie could tell he was still upset about the money, but there was nothing she could do about that. The majority of it was made after they dropped her off at Bobby’s.

“Well, I need a laptop bag and I’m in California! I want to get a pin from every state for the bag.” She said, which was mostly true but she figured she would have more time to do what she wanted before they went to Colorado.

“I don’t see the problem. We can drop you off downtown, that’s a good shopping area.” Sam said, shrugging. 

“Whatever,” Dean said, walking past them and to the car. 

“He’s mad at me isn’t he Sammy?” Jamie asked as they followed shortly behind Dean. 

“No, he isn’t mad. Don’t worry.” Sam said. Jamie sighed. The drove was silent, just Black Sabbath 

“We will be back in a couple of hours. We have one more place to check out.” Dean said, looking up at his baby sister.

“Okay, is there anything you guys need?” She asked, leaning down to look at both of them. Sam and Dean looked at each other, she always knew that life on the road wasn’t easy and packing light was always rule number one.

“Toothpaste.” Dean huffed.

“Toothpaste, okay. Anything you need Sam, never mind, I’ll just get you the basics.” Jamie said. She had completely forgotten his apartment burned down. He probably didn’t have anything but the clothes he packed. 

Sam nodded, he was still very upset and was trying to stay strong. 

“We’ll be back at 7. So we can avoid traffic.” Dean said, taking a quick look at this watch. Jamie nodded and stepped away from the curb. Dean saluted and pulled off the curb. Jamie watched them for a moment before turning to the mall. 

“Alrighty Jamie. Here’s to a 4-hour adventure.” She said to herself. All she had was her backpack, 800 dollars, and high hopes. As Jamie walked she made a mental checklist. 

‘toothpaste, deodorant, toothbrush, comb, shampoo, conditioner, body spray.’ All things she had to buy but not the reason she wanted to have some alone time. She was on a hunt.

“Okay, let me get their stuff first so I don’t forget. Gotta find somewhere with pie before 6:45.” Jamie continued to mutter to herself as she walked down the street. Looking for a store that wasn’t her entire budget for a cardigan.

She found a small grocery outlet and grabbed a hand basket, most of it was pretty cheap, it was just a few things here and there. She handed the cashier thirty dollars and looked around, seeing some candy and lottery tickets. Nothing she could concern herself with right now. She still needed her alibi receipt. 

Jamie thanked the clerk and left, looking around again. There were lots of outlets, lots to choose from, where she got the bag didn’t matter, so long as it would fit her laptop without letting anything slip out. 

Having to run for your life is usually part of the job. 

She found herself in a small boutique, it had a very barnyard aesthetic, star hats, and flannel. Flannel was okay, it kept you warm but she preferred something a little less, lumberjack. She browsed for a moment, walking around the shopping area once and assessing where the cameras were. There wasn’t a sensor on the door so in theory, she could walk out with just about anything she wanted. 

“Do you have laptop bags or pins?” She asked the woman at the desk. It was just the two of them.

“We have pins but for bags we mostly sell purses.” The woman answered not looking up from her newspaper. The front page was the fire that killed one and demolished an old apartment building. 

Jamie looked away and walked out. There wasn’t anything there that matched her style. Plus expensive things are more likely to be stolen if you live on the road.

She found a California Bear pin she liked, only five bucks. She purchased it and kept her receipt.

While she was in the hospital, she was doing more research than just scouring through her Dad’s notes. She had her own hunt to worry about as much as she wanted to find their Dad and whatever killed Jess, she had to focus on herself now.

Sure, her Dad being missing and possibly dead should be a top priority, and it is but she just needed some information. Luckily there was a psychic that worked nearby, only a few blocks due east. 

When she was researching, she couldn’t help but use her new laptop to search for her Mom, she had done it before with little results and this time was an even less fruitful search. Her next guess was that another psychic knew her and she was sure this one did. 

Histor De la Croix. A 50-year-old fortune teller, mind reader, and magic practitioner. Who was based out of Texas the year Jamie was born. How she got so lucky to find him in the same town her brother was in was nothing short of a miracle.

“I hope he knows something about her, even a picture would help.” She muttered to herself and she read the shop names. She had mapped it all out while in the hospital.

Did Jamie know why she was looking for her mother? Yes and No. Her family was her family and she didn’t consider her mother's family, she would be okay if her Mother still wanted nothing to do with her, at least that’s how her father and Dean made it seem, but at the same time, she couldn’t ignore the facts.

She had some kind of power and it was making things worse. Waking up in fields, feeling like she didn’t know who she was, losing time, all things that happened once she turned 17 and Sam left. She never told her brothers, they barely talked. Bobby knew he was the one who found her in the junkyard at six am. 

It wasn’t just a few weird occurrences. She never liked violence and only killed when she had to, she has only killed a handful of monsters but it never stopped making her sad. They have to eat just like she does. When she killed her very first vampire, she was 12. It was out of necessity since Sam had refused to go again. When she faced him, and swung her machete like her father taught her, she felt the fear he felt. The way his body reacted to the swing of death she delivered. How she felt it for several minutes after his head had rolled to her Father’s feet. 

Despite the experience, it was one of the few times her father had patted her on the back with a smile.

“Good job, June Bug. Let’s not wait around next time though.” 

The way Dean bragged to Sam about her when they got home, claiming he knew she was always the better hunter, even Dad had piped in when Sam started digging back at Dean.

“Boys. Watch TV or sleep, Jamie still has homework to finish since someone chickened out.”

Jamie stopped in front of a small shop, barely decorated with blacked-out windows. It sat alone on the corner of the block. minimally decorated compared to the other magic shops she had seen online. 

“The Magic Emporium.” She said to herself. It was the right place, but it didn’t look to be occupied. Compared to the rest of the shops, this one looked abandoned.

She tried to open the door but it was locked. Closed. Jamie tried to peek into the windows but the shades were too dark. She sighed and went around the back of the shop, looking around in case anyone saw her or her brothers managed to tail her. 

There was a small window that wasn’t covered, about two feet by two feet in size. She could easily fit through it if she left her backpack. She grabbed her pocket knife and carefully slid the lock out of place, using the gap between the sill and the seal. It took a few tries but she managed to move it enough to open the window. 

“Here goes a misdemeanor.” She muttered to herself as she peered her head in. There wasn’t anything blocking the window. She went in feet first, holding her backpack in one hand as she entered the building, shutting the window behind her. 

She took a moment to listen for any sound. The lights were off but the window provided just enough for her to see the silo of small statues and large plants. Jamie walked around for a moment, heading towards the door she had seen earlier, doing her best to make as little noise as possible.

Jamie was about to flip some kind of switch when she heard the familiar sound of a gun cocking. She froze in her place, in the dark.

“Who a’e ya?” A male voice asked from behind her.

“Uhm, nobody.” She said, turning around with her hands up. She moved slowly, just like her father had told her. She didn’t bring any weapons except for her pocket knife, but what good was a knife in a gunfight, in the dark?

“What a’e ya doi 'n in my shop?”

“I’m here for Histor De la Croix and I’m a student. Are you him?” She said. A partial truth but she couldn’t help but want to avoid an unnecessary risk. A man is less likely to shoot an innocent with no name, versus a burglar with a name he may not like. If he truly knew her Mom, there is a chance he knows her Dad.

“Well if nob’dy askin why would I be tell’n?” The man shuffled to the side, not taking his eyes off Jamie, he flipped the light switch on and the space illuminated. Jamie looked around the statues, shaman masks, paintings, and framed documents scattered on the walls. Copious amounts of plants and miscellaneous supplies. Histor was a lanky man, looked like one gust of wind would knock him over. Dark, messy hair and ungroomed facial hair.

Jamie had no choice at this point. If he wanted to shoot her he would have done it already. Called the police and said someone had broken in, what’s an old man’s word to a dead girl? She had to gamble that the truth would set her free this time. It was her last chance.

“My name is Jamie Winchester. I’m a hunter and I need your help.” She said, hands still in the air. She watched the man like a hawk. He stepped closer, rifle still aimed right at Jamie.

“Why should I help a hun’er?” He asked suspiciously.

“Because I am also the daughter of Frida, did you know her?” Histor’s expression changed when he heard Frida’s name. He slowly lowered the gun, furrowing his brows as if to look at her face. Jamie could tell he was getting overwhelmed just at the mention of her mother’s name. 

“You are the baby arem’t ya? That ole’ hun’ers bastard” The man asked, he was still holding the gun but it was lowered enough for Jamie to lower her hands as well.

“If you mean, John Winchester, then yes. I need your help, I just need information.” Jamie said, taking a step. Histor sighed and looked Jamie up and down. He wasn’t impressed.

“She warned me this would hap’pn s’mes day. Come on with me child.” The man beckoned as he walked deeper into the building. Jamie couldn’t help but be taken aback by his sudden calmness.

“What kind of magic practitioner are you?” Jamie asked as she took a few steps forward. The hallway Histor was heading towards seemed menacing, deeper than it should be. Like it almost wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Spells and material magic. I study magic that can be car’id in objects. But cha mama, she was in a diff’ernt league. She was magic all on ‘er own.” Histor explained as they walked, not even bothering to look back at Jamie as she watched the walls around her. They weren’t moving, but they weren’t solitary either. She felt like she was about to enter a room that was the love child of a fun house and a house of mirrors but as Histor spoke about her Mom, the feelings of unease and fear drifted away as she latched onto whatever positive emotion she was feeling from Histor.

“Uhm yeah, so I’m looking for her and I was wondering if you knew anything else about her?” Jamie said as they walked. They seemed to be going much deeper than the building allowed.

“You won’t fin’ her I can tell you that. The night she left you she only did it for you’s and those pesky hun’er boys safe.” He said with an irritated tone. “All yous woulda been mince if she hadn’t. I havn’t the faintest how she had a soft spot fo’ dem boys.”

“For real, they are douche bags. But you said she was trying to keep me safe? Safe from what?” Jamie asked.

“Ya mama was one of the last of an ancient bloodline. Do you know wha’ a Witness is?” Histor asked. They entered an even smaller room, just a table and a few chairs with a chest of drawers and a TV stacked on some boxes. 

“A witness? Like at a crime scene?” Jamie asked. Histor took a seat in the rolling chair and got comfortable. 

“No, more in the biblical sense. A witness is a mem’er of a powe’ful bloodline datin’ back to the time of Jesus and the disciples.” Histor said. “Come sit. We have much to talk about.” Histor waved at her. Jamie grabbed one of the chairs and sat on the other side of the table.

“Is that why I have Empathy?” Jamie asked. For a moment Histor seemed to pause before speaking up.

“Yes, being a witness does have its perks. Let me guess, it seems like you can pick up just about any skill like you’ve master’ed it?” Jamie considered for a moment. To think about being good at everything made her feel vain. For a moment she looked back on all the new things she had tried and how they were never as difficult as people made them out to be. Reluctantly she nodded. Histor scoffed.

“Just like ya mama, ya is. ya get visions of the to be o’e the al’eady been?” Jamie nodded. “It will just get wo’se ya see. Ya will get strong but that’s not the only thing. Throughout hist’ry, there have always been two witnesses. When one dies, the next ones powe’s awaken. A continuous, cosmic cycle. Your powe’s will grow as your mind does because of ya soul.” Histor explained. 

“Wait, so what I’m a reincarnation?” Jamie asked.

“No clue. But, when ya born, Frida and the second witness, a fool they called Marshall. They was in a bad way when you came along ya see. So the night ya born Frida placed a spell over ya. Protection from the witness’s eyes. So he couldn’t find ya.”

“Wait so, is he going to come after me?” Jamie asked. 

“Yes. It is a fate very few are destined for. You are a protector of sorts.” Histor was staring at her intently. How her eyes shifted and her expression changed ever so slightly as he spoke. “The man, Marshal came and asked me about ya, he was convinced yous were his blood.”

“Wait, my dad might not be my dad?” Jamie asked. This was the moment her world started rocking. John might not be her dad, then Sam and Dean aren’t her brothers… she was reeling. “Am I? of his blood?” She gulped. Her hands were starting to sweat.

“Oh, baby child, no yous is ya Daddy’s. There is no question about that. Ya, mama would neva lie about something as se’rious as family..”

“What was Marshal?” She asked. 

“He and Frida used to be thick as thieves till he was corrupted by a bunch of old dark magic. Frida managed to get away from him, ya came along and she had to do something. That’s why she made that spell of hers. She told me when ya pow’rs full awaken one of em would be dead but she couldn’t take the risk that it wouldn’t be him. So she cast the spell that night in Texas. She said it would suppress your soul’s power so he couldn’t find ya.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Jamie was absorbing all the information, she felt like she had just been tossed into a grain mill and her brain was being milled to mush.

“ya think i’m ly’in to ya dont ya child.” histor said, leaning back with some kind of smirking smile on his face.

“I’ve heard a lot of crazy and this takes the cake but no, Histor. I know you aren’t lying to me.” Jamie said, blowing air out of her cheeks. “I can feel it. I always say Lady Luck has a crush on me, but now I don’t even know what to think.” She shrugged.

“It’s like turmoil isn’t it. In ya heart. It’s the call of the witness. The way Frida explained ‘er powers. It was like being connected to eve’ythin’. But she knew she had a greater purpouse, she met Marshal and learned even more. Her abilites grew and grew and I bet yous will too but listen to me now child. This is as true as the sky is blue. I may be an old fart but you broke into my home looking for answers. you think that’s just chance?”

Jamie considered it for a moment. She felt no malice or deceit from Histor, he had no reason to lie to her at this point. Either of them could have made a move. Jamie sighed. She definitely couldn’t tell her brothers about this, if her Dad knew this whole time was he ever going to tell her?

“You said my abilities will grow? How are we talkin?” Jamie asked. If it was real, she had to take it seriously. It’s her only lead after all. She had to treat it just like she did the Shapeshifter, leaving no stone unturned. She would interview every psychic, medium, or shaman that was in Texas at the time whether they were dead or alive if she had to.

“Yes, they will. What they will be I have not the faintest of clues. Ya Mama could move objects and people with her mind sometimes, compelling them to tell her the truth. I know that as your powe’s grow, the spell she cast will try to fight them and there will be negative side effects until the spell is eventually broken.” Histor explained. He turned around in his chair and opened one of the trunks. 

“Negative effects like… sleepwalking?” Jamie asked, leaning forward and trying to see what he was doing. 

“No clue, ya might get sick, might experience prophetic nightmares, explode, might explode people around you. Ya might just flat-out drop dead. The spells Frida used were ‘er own. This is all I have left of ‘er.” Histor said as he placed a metal box on the table. he undid the latches and opened it. “I knew ya mama since we was youngins. She was always talented and very grown up for her age, but when she turned 18 things started to change. She had nightmares and would often completely forget where she was. It may be the same for ya. Frida neva explained er’thing to me, but by the time we par’ted ways, she was as strong as a demon.”

Jamie was on the edge of her seat. This was the closest she had ever been and she had no idea where she could go from here. What could it be? A letter, a photo, some kind of book, or a clue? What exactly was Frida getting at? Histor said she knew Jamie would come looking for him in search of her. How much does he know?

Millions of questions ran through Jamie’s head like a high school mile as she watched Histor. Everything felt like a dream, she tried to take in every detail she could, not miss a single thing the man had said. 

Histor reached into the box and pulled out a small gem, strung on twine. He looked at it deeply before placing it on the table.

“I know how this all must seem to ya but ya mama was only doin’ what was best for ya given ya’lls situation. She left me this and told me to “give it to my gal when she finds you.” and I ain’t seen ‘er since. You are the only gal who has come to see me since 1999.” he confessed. 

“I am in way over my head…” She muttered, reaching for the gem. “I need two more favors and I will pay and be on my way, Histor,” Jamie said, pulling out the bills she kept in her pocket. Histor was shocked for a moment but when he saw the amount he couldn’t help but accept. 

“Ya Frida child, I give ya the discount.” Histor winked and nodded for her to continue.

“The spell. How do I break it?”

“I haven’t the foggiest. I do know a spell that could undo any spell. It’s not easy though and you could die. When spells like the ones ya mama cast are broken, often they take somethin’ to remember ya by.” 

Histor was watching Jamie intently the entire time. He knew this day would come because Frida told him. He stared at Jamie and she stared back. She had the same thick curls and tan skin Frida had, even her freckles matched. He felt like he was staring at a time machine.

“Ya look just like ya mama ya know that?” Histor said. Jamie looked up, surprised and then sad.

“Really?” She asked as she fiddled with the gemstone. It was probably a jade if she had to guess but now it was so much more than just a jade, or just a pendant. She put it around her neck.

“I was in love with her since we was babes. I could never forget her face.” Histor stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Jamie watched as he shuffled through old files. 

“You were in love with my Mom? What was she like?” Jamie asked from her seat.

“Oh, she was like a breath of fresh air and a burning fire at the same time. Ya Daddy didn’t get to know er too well before he beat it but she was one of a kind, and loved ya very much. Thats why she did what she did.” Histor said, pausing from his tasks and looking up, as if reflecting on a momemory.

“Here, I drew this the year ya mama vanished. This is ya mama.” He said, bringing over a piece of parchment. It was a drawing of a woman. Jamie was shocked at how much she looked like the photo, just a younger version. 

“That’s my Mom?” She asked. She cautsiouly took the photo in her hand, hoping she would experience some kind of vision but nothing happened. Her mother was a pretty woman, A strong jaw line and nose, deep eyes and dark, unruly curls. In the photo she looked about thirty. 

Histor reclaimed his seat on the other side of the table.

“Her Daddy was a black guy from over the train tracks, her mama was immigrant hunter who moved to America to live a normal life. When ya mama’s powers came along and her parents found out, they kicked her to the curb and she stayed with my family for a long time. Then she met Marshal and he told her about this ‘great purpose’ she served in a Holy War. A load of bullshit if you ask me but that’s how it happened. After she met Marshal we talked less and less. He tried to indoctrinate her but it was a whole mess when ya Daddy came along and accused him of being some kinda witch. Not to far of the reservation if ya ask me.” 

Jamie nodded as she stared at the photo. She was learning things even her father didn’t know. She actually had no idea how her parents met or how long they knew each other. 

“Life is weird.” She muttered, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Say that you won’t go looking for ya mama.” Jamie looked up with furrowed brows. Her sadness quickly turned into anger when she heard his words. “Lis’en to me, Jamie Winchester. If ya go looking for ya mama, Marshal will come looking for ya and that man is fa’ more powe’ful. I will help ya break the spell but if somethin goes wrong don’t blame me.”

“Histor. I can’t even begin to thank you for everything you’ve shared with me. I’ve spent half my life searching for her. For answers. If someone wants to come after me, they can try, if they try to stop me, I will kill them first.” She said, her gaze was hard and bore into Histor’s soul like a drill. 

Histor’s gaze remained steadfast. Beady blue eyes were hidden behind a heavy brow and messy hair. he wore a heavy frown but he never looked away from Jamie.

“Very well. I warn’d ya. To break the spell you need to be in the same place it was created. Likely in that house in Texas. You will need Ague Root, the ash of a Holy Object like a cross that has been dipped in Holy Water, and the caster’s DNA.”

Jamie nodded as she listened. Writing everything down on of of her receipts. 

“After you have all ya ingredients. On the night of a full moon, you must be in the exact location the spell was casted to reverse it. Grind and mix all your ingredients, and chat the following.” Histor instructed, motioning for her to pass the paper and pen. As he wrote he continued to explain the spell. 

“When you cast this spell, there is no way of knowing it will work. There may be more consequence than gain when you do this, nothing may happen.” He explained. 

“You just told me if I don’t break this spell I might drop dead, I can deal with the consequences later. I refuse to leave my brothers alone in this world but I will be careful. Thank you Histor.” Jamie said as he passed the paper back. She stuffed it into her pocket and got up. She stood by his side and crouched, looking up at the old man with tears in her eyes.

“It’s a possibility. Unless you’ve already started experiencing the side effects?’ Histor questioned. Jamie nodded, she didn’t want to admit it but deep down she knew he had been telling the truth and what’s been happening to her for the past year was because of her mother.

“I can never truly repay you for your help today. You have given me things that my family has tried to keep away from me for years. Here is my number, if you ever need help, call me, for anything” She said, giving him a quick peck and the cheek and standing up. Holding a smaller piece of paper to him. 

Histor smiled at her and accepted the paper. “I think I have one more thing that might help ya.” Histor stood up again. Jamie was worried he’d lose his footing but he managed just fine. “When ya mama came and saw me that night, she left me with more than just that pendant. I don’t think she wanted me to give to ya, but I’ve never been good at following rules.” He chuckled, walking to the same chest he grabbed the picture from. he pulled out a small book-sized box.

“Here, I got no clue what that is. She said to protect it with my life though. It’s probably safer in your hands than mine.” Jamie accepted the box. She looked at it, there were some runes on it but nothing that looked too serious.

“To get out, just walk straight and pass through the front door this time. It’s illusion magic ya mama woulda seen it” he said with a scoff. Jamie shrugged and waved before making her way out.

“You did it, Jamie.” She muttered to herself as she passed right through the front door, coming out onto the street. Jamie looked back at the box that she stashed under her arm, using her free hand she wiped the tears that peaked from her eyes.

“Maybe I’m psycing myself out but if I touch this and get a vision I’m going to look very weird just falling on my ass.” She muttered to herself before placing the box in her backpack, making sure to put it at the bottom, under everything else she had bought. A shoplifting trick she learned in high school. 

She her hand through her hair and sighed as her fingers got caught in the naps of her curls. 

“Dammit. I thought I was doing pretty good keeping it untangled.” She muttered to herself before making her way down the road.

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a/n there it is. honestly i am way to lazy to make these look nice like the other authors so enjoy the bare minimum for presentation lol. let me know what ya though and thank u for all the likes. it feeds me.

[howhow326]

Half Tamaranean Alya Au

(Just a silly idea I had after seeing aus with half Kryptonian Marinette)

So after Alya's parents had Nora they went on a year's long relationship break (no divorce, but definitely considering it) and they were both seeing other people during this time so no hard feelings.

Then one day Marlena (Alya's mom) met this really mysterious guy at a bar who was saying stuff like "I'm the king of an alien planet that's being invaded" but Marlena was too drunk out of her mind to process that and the next day she thought it was a fever dream lol

Marlena eventually gets back together with Otis and gets pregnant... a bit faster than normal. Marlena still thinks it's Otis child until Alya is born with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes. She thinks it might ruin her marriage, but Otis assures her that Alya is his daughter now and nothing will come between them anymore (needed to shoehorn in my supportive husband agenda)

Alya's parents still think she's human until Alya's 4th birthday where she starts flying and shooting fire from her hands. Yeah. She almost burns their house down. Marlena also realizes that her OnS partner was real and actually an alien prince.

The expirence freaks Alya out and she voluntarily swears off using her powers. She eventually starts dying her hair brown and wearing hazel contacts to seem more normal. Of course, this breaks her parents hearts because screw fantasy parents that do the Frozen shitw.

Deep down, Alya does wish to learn how to use her powers and become a superhero. She starts doing tons of research on superheros all around the globe (superman is her favorite) and starts a superhero blog. Her parents and siblings encourage this side of Alya, but they never push her to use her powers until she feels she is ready.

The Cesaire's move to France where Alya becomes best friends with Marinette. Marinette is the first person outside of Alya's family that she trusts with her super secret. Oh, I guess Alya also tells knock-knees, I mean Nino, her secret to when he boyfriend traps I mean dates Alya. Marinette's not a half alien in this au but the idea of the two of them being half aliens and then finding each other is so slay

Alya eventually does a DNA test with the hope that her alien dad *might* have taken one... and she gets a match. STARFIRE FROM THE TEEN TITANS IS HER HALF SISTER!!! (Stars dad is a cheating ass slut). The two immediately hook up and it's just a nice day. Alya gets to reconnect with her Tamaranean heritage and Starfire goes from having one sister that hates her to 4 sisters that love her! And parents that won't sell her into slavery!!

Anyway, Raven tells Nino that she will give him a fate worst than death if he doesn't treat Alya like the queen she is.

[hoperays-song]

All LGBTQIA+ Sing Characters Headcanons

Out of all 63 canon characters that we actually get to know a bit about, I headcanon 55 of them are LGBTQIA+. Why? One, why not, two, they told me themselves, and three... this is legitimately a franchise about theatre kids, of course majority are gonna be fruity. 

Anyways, here we go!

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Meena Amari - Bisexual Trans Woman (She/Her)

- publicly came out two years before Sing 1 and her family was extremely supportive

- was a member of a LGBTQ+ support club when she was in school

Darius Andeno - Unlabled (He/Him)

- honestly just never has tried to labeled his sexuality and is too lazy to start now

- dating Harry for around a year and a half at the time of Sing 2

Hobbs Atene - Omnisexual (He/Him)

- happily married to his spouse with three kids

- was the first person Eddie ever came out to as a kid

Ash Batalla - Bisexual Demi-Girl (She/They)

- came out to her bio family as a teenager which went horribly

- has coached several others in the troupe through identity crises

Mike Bianchi - Biromantic (He/Him)

- so deep in the closet that he’s in Narnia at this point

- legit thinks everyone is like this she is wrong)

Nancy Bianchi - Graysexual (She/Her)

- didn’t really understand her own identity until she started doing research in case her future kid/s came out

- also legit thought everyone is like this (she was also wrong)

Clay Calloway - Bisexual Trans Masc (He/They)

- one of the first public LGBTQ+ rockstars

- has gotten into fights protecting queer fans from protestors

Ruby Calloway - Pansexual Trans Woman (She/Her)

- she and Clay are the og T4T couple in this series

- worked as a marketing agent almost exclusively with young queer artists

Jimmy Crystal - Bisexual (He/Him)

- tied with Mike for the character with the most internalized homophobia

- was the only one at Crystal Entertainment to not know about Jerry’s crush

Porsha Crystal - Gender Questioning Pansexual (She/Her)

- came out as a younger teenager to her dad’s bodyguards first as “practice”

- started questioning her gender during the Majestic run of Out of This World

Barry Frost - Bisexual (He/Him)

- was outed as a young teenager and was bullied a lot

- he was the first of the gang to realize that Johnny was queer

Norman Harrison - Biromantic (He/Him)

- he and Rosita both came out in college and to each other first

- pan4bi Rosita and Norman is so important to me idk

Gunter Järvinen - Aromantic Homosexual Trans Man (He/Him)

- came out as a kid and transitioned before moving to the US

- genuinely gets confused and slightly worried when someone tries to describe romantic attraction to him

Klaus Kickenclobber - Gay (He/Him)

- been out for years

- that’s all you’re getting because that’s all I thought of

Suki Lane - AroAce (She/Her)

- realized she was AroAce as a teen but just didn’t come out for a few years due to her family not being accepting

- when she did come out, her honorary cousins pointed out that she dressed like the AroAce flag, which they found way funnier than she did

Buster Moon - Gay Trans Man (He/Him)

- he came out as a young kid and his dad was super supportive

- has been dating Eddie since university

Charley Moon (Buster’s Dad) - Greyromantic (He/Him)

- did not realize he was greyromantic til he was in his 50s

- another prime example of “but everyone’s like this”

Eddie Noodleman - Bisexual (He/Him)

- came out to his family as a university student after coming out to Hobbs as a teen

- legit flipped a coin with Buster to see who would propose

Nana Noodleman - Asexual Lesbian (She/Her)

- she was pretty open with her identity her entire career and was well known for not taking any kind of harassment at her shows

- adopted her daughter on her own in her 40s

Harry Ocheing - Intersex Gay (They/He)

- came out as a kid to their siblings

- super supportive of other performers when they come out

Nooshy Peart - Genderfluid Lesbian (They/She)

- came out as a teenager and left home right after, bit is still in contact with her siblings who are supportive

- Marcus was the first supportive parent they ever had

Rosita Pèrez-Harrison - Pansexual (She/Her)

- came out to her college friends before anyone else

- buys all the troupe pride gear if they want or need any

Stan Phillips - Unlabled (He/Him)

- decidedly unlabeled and happy about it

- he protected Barry from bullies when they were kids, which is how they met

Alfonso Romano-Hassan - Biromantic (He/Him)

- did not realize he was biromantic until talking to Meena about her being bi a few months into dating

- the creator of bi wife energy lets be honest

Mizuki Satō - Nonbinary Lesbian (They/She)

- moved states away from their family after coming out in their twenties

- she has a long term girlfriend of three years

Jerry Swell - Gay (He/Him)

- came out in his late 20s

- had a crush on his boss since he started working for him

Johnny Taylor - Gay Demi-Boy (He/They)

- came out to his family a few months before Sing 2 despite the closet being made of glass with no doors for years

- found out that he was legit the last person to know he was gay out of his entire family

Marcus Taylor - Demisexual (He/Him)

- figured out that he was demisexual after researching how to be more supportive of Johnny

- married an omnisexual woman and was a very vocal ally since he was a teen

Ryan Willis - Gay (He/Him)

- came out to his moms as a really young kid and legit forgot about it until he tried to come out years later and they just said that they knew already

- had a crush on Johnny since meeting him but actually hid it for several months pretty well

Garry Wishmann - Asexual Trans Man (He/Him)

- came out in his late teens

- owns a ton of pun centered asexual shirts 

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Last Superheroes/What Happened To The Real Steven Boxleitner Lore Update

I am making some changes to my oc backgrounds for these aus (spoilers for @melodythebunny and her New Neighbor's au story) Trigger Warning: Heavy and Dark topics. Read at your own risk. So Maddrix is named Matthew Dunner -he has no ties with his bio family -his dad is a deadbeat that left when he was very young. -he used to be the superhero partner to his uncle (Captain Valiant) but after a violent outburst was outed to the public and kicked out by his uncle and mother around 17. This created his hatred for heroes which what lead to the massacre. -Maddrix had unresolved anger issues and violent behaviors that neither his uncle nor mother bothered to fix with therapy. Maddrix didn't try to resolve them himself after he was kicked out, he just rather channeled it to his villainy and battles as well as his hatred towards heroes. -he soon met a young Professor Carl Woods when they were both in their mid to late 20s. It was love at first sight for the men. -Carl was the one who proposed to Maddrix on a date with specially designed flowers that shot out glowing spores which spelled "Will You Marry Me?" (Eris's idea for the proposal). -All of their children are clones created by Carl mixing their DNA together. Their children are Victor, Emily, and Gene Woods. (Maddrix took Carl's last name.) -Maddrix made sure his uncle couldn't continue in the hero business after ripping an arm off the man. -Maddrix was a pretty decent dad. He loved his kids. He loved his husband. He tried to be involved in the kids lives as much as he could. Gene was of course his favorite out of the kids. Instead of letting them choose their own paths, Maddrix put particular focus on Gene and his potential for villainy. He wanted Gene to become a powerful villain like himself. Maddrix was fair with his training towards Gene. He didn't push Gene into something the boy wasn't prepared for. Maddrix found Carl cute when he got angry and huffy. Compared to Carl, Maddrix was calm and restrained when it came to driving. Carl had road rage issues and could swear like a sailor sometimes. Maddrix did swear, but he could control it though. -Maddrix told Carl his family was to be considered dead and didn't want him or the kids interacting with them. He didn't go to either his uncle's or mother's funeral. -Maddrix and his family did have a happy life...that is why the massacre was so tragic and soul crushing for Maddrix's family when it happened. -Maddrix is bisexual as is Gene and Emily. Victor is Pansexual. Carl is Gay. Carl Woods -Professor Carl Woods was a well known geneticist and inventor before he was kidnapped when Gene was about 20. -Due to the time period Carl grew up in, he had no idea of his own sexuality until his first partner, a female, helped to bluntly point it out for him. They broke things off amicably and remained good platonic friends until his kidnapping. -Carl is the second youngest son in his family -His father, Jeremy Woods, married Jessica Boxleitner who had a son from her previous marriage. Her son's name is Thomas Boxleitner. Jeremy was a good father to both Thomas and Carl. These step brothers got along pretty well and Carl still kept in contact with Thomas after Jeremy had remarried when Jessica passed away from health issues. (Thomas was 22 when it happened, Carl was about 14 0r 15.) Jeremy then remarried to Alice Baxter. She gave birth to two children who were Carl's half siblings. The first born was a girl named Caroline Baxter. The second was a son named Nathan Baxter or Nate for short. The parents' last name was Woods-Baxter. Jeremy and Alice sadly divorced out of grief when Nate "died" under mysterious circumstances. He was a stage hand on a puppet show called "Welcome Home" 😈. Caroline tried to find evidence about what really happened to her brother but she couldn't find anything. Carl tried to help her as much as he could but could find no scientific reason. (He never considered the supernatural at all.) -to be continued @erraticeris

[bittersweetblasphemy]

hey sorry you're sick bud. what's your oc with the most tragic backstory? vs an oc with a relatively chill past?

the most tragic? woof that's a tough one. and i'm gonna use it as an opportunity to infodump about a lot of OCs lol

most of my characters have at least some level of trauma. i mean just going through my works (and not touching reader characters):

your First Mate in LLTQ comes from a species known for stealing people away to use as brood queens and where said Queens are usually not consenting, then was sent off to perpetuate that same cycle completely alone for the first time in his life. one has to wonder what he went through to decide your consent actually mattered to him.

Hulo was once a human man whose literal humanity was slowly stripped from his soul and eaten over the course of decades

David's no-contact with his family. mom was neglectful from the beginning and cares more about his half-siblings than him. step-dad is some ex-military jackoff who thinks he's a loser who will never amount to anything. doesn't have many memories of his bio dad who just up and left when he was three

Brizeth and Colovan i won't say much about bc i'm actually going to talk about this in the next chapter for B&D. what i will say is that their childhood was fucked up but also a completely normal childhood for demons like them, so is it really that tragic? 🤔 (and bc im sure people's minds are going there, no, there is no CSA involved despite them being concubi)

Adrian is a fallen angel whose anger got his wings ripped off

Hector watched his first love die

Malak is the bastard child of a palace concubine who very conveniently isn't around anymore so you do the math

Tuq left his herd to live completely on his own due to rampant transphobia

Sasha got his scars from attempted murder via arson by homophobic wannabe monster hunters who were hoping to kill him and Theodore

Viktor's big sister, who he looked up to, was killed by a werewolf hunter

the imps in QR paint a pretty clear picture of the hell (literally and figuratively) they'd lived through before being taken in by Horace

where do i even start with Arro? [1][2][3][4]

but ultimately if i had to pick, i think i'd pick Gage. they were kidnapped and sold into forced sex work where all of their memories of their prior life were completely wiped, effectively factory reset, and they frequently deal with trauma by just erasing memories they can't handle. this includes deleting any knowledge of entire people and friendships because they were either killed or committed suicide, and Gage would rather forget than deal with the pain of missing them.

and while they may not have those direct traumatic memories haunting them, they're perfectly aware of the gaps in their memory and what they mean, which just strikes me as particularly sad.

Chill backstories? I mean,

Willow had a normal childhood and learned her love of gardening from her mom and dad, who she has a good relationship with

Marius came from a decently well off family and just liked having sex enough to make a profession of it

Ahlex grew up in a world with UBI, Universal Healthcare, and where there's always plenty of food and fresh water to go around, so despite being raised by his single disabled mother, he had a pretty easy time growing up

Marble and Button were childhood friends that fell in love as they got older

ignoring the tragedy that led to his current position as Malak's guard, Bic had a great childhood and was being mentored to be a clan storyteller, which is a very highly respected position in goblin clan hierarchy

Nina lived a comfortable life with her mother and father, who taught her the art of monster hunting and also impressed upon her the importance of the honor code she still lives by.

anyone else who i haven't listed either has their chill backstories at least alluded to in their fic (like Melia), or i just haven't given them a backstory yet

[notthemonthbutmarch]

Kaveh and Navia Half-Siblings Headcanon

I'm still half way through Act 2 of the Fonatine Quests but I wanted to give this headcanon some thought, so this will include some spoilers but if it falls through then oops. I'll blame it on not having the quest done and such.

So, what we know about Kaveh's family is his mother moved to Fontaine after the death of Kaveh's father, came back to Sumeru to tell Kaveh about the job offer she accepted, and hasn't really been heard from again. We also know that Kaveh's dad died when Kaveh was still young, and while it was probably a couple years after the incident, Kaveh seemed to have become an Akademiya student soon after.

Navia's family situation is that Navia was mostly raised by her father because her mother had issues during the pregnancy and didn't make it. Furthermore, Navia has been trying to solve the case of the disappearing girls because that was the case her father lost his life in.

Both have mothers that aren't accountable and fathers that are confirmed dead (Navia's mother is also confirmed dead but I'll get into that).

From how I see it, Kaveh is still significantly older than Navia, no matter what time he enters the Akademiya, but parts of canon point to young. Since Navia was targeted by the Sinthe people to be one of the missing girls, that— to me— makes her sound like she's in her twenties. Meanwhile I can see Kaveh well into his thirties, or at the very least at the age of thirty.

With this gap in them being born, I don't think it would be to far of a stretch to assume that if Kaveh and Navia had the same mother, then neither of them would know. Kaveh lost contact and Navia didn't get to meet her.

I don't have much proof, but then again this is a headcanon and not a theory, so all of the previous evidence is more framework.

Narratively, I see Kaveh encouraging his dad to enter the Interdarshan Championship around the age range of 7-10, and joined as an Akademiya student around 15-17. During Kaveh's time at the Akadmiya, his mother moved to Fontaine where she was sight seeing and trying to heal, and got caught up as a target for the Sinthe dealer people. She managed to escape being a victim because she wasn't from Fontaine— like how Paimon saved Navia by drinking the Primordial Sea Water for her— and went looking for help by the Sinthe's greatest enemy, the Spina di Rosula.

There, she met Callas and the two started working as partners. Kaveh's mother also gave herself a fake alias, Clementine, to have an easier way of helping the investigation as well as hopefully keeping them from looking into her past, finding her son, and kidnapping him all the way from Sumeru in order to get revenge on her. After all, while the Sinthe cartel seems to be a Fontaine centric organization, the characters in the quest don't know what they're capable of, so I wouldn't put it past her to fear that they'd go looking for Kaveh. It also explains why Kaveh's mother left for Fontaine, came back to tell Kaveh about a "job opportunity," and disappear back to Fontaine again.

With Kaveh fully removed from the equation and her trying not to think about her previous, now dead, husband, she starts falling for Callas— who reciprocates her feelings. They fall in love over the course of their joint investigation, but all the stresses are wearing her down. The guilt over getting a new husband after not completely mourning the first one, the horrible possibility that Kaveh could still be involved in this somehow, and the many other girls that have been victims of a crime she— by no fault of her own— survived puts heavy stress on her body, and by the time she's pregnant with Navia she's in no shape to actually carry to term.

But just like Callas hiding his illness from Navia, her mother hid her condition from Callas, gave birth to Navia, and died.

From there, everything plays out the same. Kaveh graduates the Akademiya with no sense of a home, builds the Palace of Alcazarzaray, falls into debt, and ends up living with Alhaitham. Navia grows up under the care of her father and as they clash head Callas investigates the Missing Girls case, gets to far in than he expected to be, and ends up having to die in a duel with Clorinde while also threatening then cartel with information to completely protect Navia should she chose to live a normal life. Neither has any idea of their half sibling and it will possibly remain that way forever.

[kitafter]

osaatsu / miyacest drabble - Reincarnation AU

They aren't twins in this life. It's rare, but it happens. Usually at the very least they're siblings, but Atsumu is an only child now.

He tries to remember, but all of his lives have blurred together over the years.

He thinks maybe this is the first time they aren't related, but he can't say for sure.

It feels like he spends the first 18 years of his life waiting. Waiting for Osamu. Peering into eyes of strangers and hoping for that spark of recognition.

It's torture, only having half a soul, but finally on his 18th birthday he finally finds his other half again.

Osamu.

In this life Osamu is the dad of someone in Atsumu's year at high school. It's obvious he's only here for the ceremony, Atsumu has never seen him before.

It scares Atsumu to think that in this life they may have never met if not for some graduation ceremony he had even considered skipping. His own parents weren't even there.

As Atsumu sat, waiting for the ceremony to end, he had looked around and made eye contact by chance.

The man his gaze had landed on was at least 20 years older than him, and, feeling Atsumu's eyes on him, he had turned.

Initially, Atsumu hadn't thought much beyond that he was a little handsome, but the moment they made eye contact, Atsumu had known.

He could feel that thrum of recognition. The burning heat that scorched through him as Osamu, in another body, another life, gazed at every part of him and clearly wanted him just as much as he ever did.

Written on each other's bones, on each other's souls.

They were fated to find each other again and again.

Atsumu found him after the ceremony, tucked away behind one of the school buildings. Osamu looked stricken when Atsumu rounded the corner and threw himself into Osamu's space immeditaly.

"I thought--" Osamu began, but couldn't seem to find the words to finish it.

He clutched Atsumu to him instead, his body different yet utterly familiar as they breathed together.

"Samu?" Atsumu whispered.

He had felt tears on his neck and Osamu just laughed.

"I haven't heard that name in a while," Osamu sighed, but finally pulled back just enough to look Atsumu in the eye.

Of course, neither of them were called Atsumu or Osamu in this life, but they always knew. Always, who they were.

"You're so young," Osamu accused.

They were still close enough for their noses to brush and Atsumu grinned and ignored the jibe.

"Say my name now," he commanded, and Osamu barked a laugh.

"Demanding in every life, huh, Tsumu?"

And everything clicked into place once again.

At the end of their lives they would part once more, but they would find each other again.

Atsumu and Osamu. Forever.

[chaosdisorganized]

So yesterday I found out I have a half sister and I still don't know how to feel about it. My dad broke the news to me yesterday morning and I just feel a combination of things. Surprise. Shock. Jealousy. Resentment. Anger. Confusion. And at the same time I also feel nothing. Idek this person, they're a complete stranger to me, and while they had to go through the trauma of an absent father, I had to endure the trauma my father gave me. She's less than a year older than my sister so the math doesn't math, I know my dad is a lousy cheater but I didn't know he had an illegitimate child with another woman?? I'm thinking about my mom a lot throughout all this, I hope she's doing okay. I guess they're coming up this weekend to meet her and their grandkids and that makes me feel some type of way. Of course she's the one who wants to do the meet up but I feel uncomfortable about it even though I'm not even the one who's meeting her. I'm wondering what does this mean going forward? Is she going to want a relationship with him? I mean I know ultimately the choice is hers but she doesn't know the kind of person my dad really is. I don't think I'll try contacting her but I'm worried she may try to contact me, even though I barely have any socials. I'm also thinking a lot about my other siblings too. My brother is barely a teenager, what does he think about it? My sister has gone NC so she probably doesn't even know and I wonder what she would think about it? She's so close in age with our half sister, how would she feel about that?

Idk it's just a big shocker. My dad claims he didn't know but he's also a liar so I'll never believe a word he says. This woman also has a child and I worry a lot about if she does choose to pursue a relationship, her allowing my dad to be alone with her kid. During the call my dad made some comments about "being a grandparent" and how im an aunt. It's just so strange to me because she's a complete stranger and I am one to her as well. Idk lots of mixed feelings about all this. I honestly have thought about contacting her to tell her about my dad but I won't unless she decides to allow him into her life but then I also worry about, if I do contact her about that, her telling my dad and my dad being an ass to me about it I guess it'd be better than allowing him to abuse yet another child plus he's states away now I don't mind risking my safety for the sake of a child but damn all this shit has just been stirring up some feelings that I initially thought I didn't have.

[i-had-a-dream-that]

There was a stars event happening and everyone was outside looking at it and it wasn’t a meteor shower. All of the meteors turned to face us and as they grew and consumed the sky I felt the air getting extremely hot. The stars landed and it was revealed that the lights were actually giant creatures and they were our creators and they were bored and disappointed with us and came to wipe us out. They were the size of a three story building even with half of their body still buried in the ground from the impact and were stark white with single giant eyes.

I was with a sibling at the observation porch thing and the rest of my family were at the bottom of the steep hill. I watched as one of the closer entities scooped up the crowd below and I thought they were okay, until it crushed them in its Fist and then it threw the people across the field.

I knew then that if Mom and Dad and them were not hurt already, they were going to be and that there was no way for me to save them so my sibling and I ran to the right and we disappeared into the trees. We were able to escape for some time because we found an abandoned building and we watched the devastation and all I could do was sit and watch and listen and wait as 10 minutes past before one of the entities approached the building. I could feel it before I see them because it was like moving a mountain every time they walked closer. The creature destroyed the building and then I died in the rubble and I woke up and I was at the exact same spot I was when I first watched the event, 10 minutes before their descent to Earth.

I was stuck in a time loop where I just kept reliving that same horrible moment watching the people below me die and then me running futilely to my own death and at the third time I started trying to change it I started contacting people I started trying to warn people "hey you guys got to run this isn't a meteor shower!" that kind of thing and I was actually able to get through to a astrophysicist after a few cycles and got him to somewhat believe me he gave me a symbol that I could use to send a message out to show people. The ones who understood could act as soon as they saw it. It looked like the Audi car symbol with the rings where they intersected the middle one but they left a gap in the middle, except the rings on the outer edges where the Gap that went in between them was missing so it look like an h in the middle instead of three circles, if that makes any sense. In the first loop I got through to him, he was already using and sharing that so I stole that to use in the future cycles to spread the word faster. I just wrote on social media with a post of that drawing and "it is futile. you need to run. find safety."

And then I posted that on all message boards and I posted it to him that way he if he was able to save himself he could and I was just stuck in the last life. I was talking to the American Military about it after I posted the message they contacted me and they tried to shuttle me somewhere but of course around the same amount of time as each loop the entities found me and crushed all of us and there was a child who was also rescued from the broken building where the military had grabbed me from and the last thing I heard was her screaming 

[eclipsecrowned]

little future discord thread things i love for my t*vs

every time miruna is remembered as a hero who died trying to defeat the evil she created valas and ast*rion (her actual killers) make anxious eye contact unintentionally. somehow no one catches on to that glaring red flag.

sybelle as hell's belle: a glow up presented by following the man she loves into literal hell to help his bestie and to study with her idol who is in love with said bestie.

g*le establishing a wizard tower in hell to have a place to organize his thoughts and research into helltech... and also a place for his lady love to rest her weary head and have a shelter against the war that wages around them.

the fact he defends this tower from z*riel's minions by just flashing the orb and threatening to take out at least three levels of bataar.

the z*riel heist to try and fix k*rlach, which fails in what it set out to do, but a series of nat 20s does allow the party to fight and negotiate their beloved hellion out of a devil's service.

the unnerving realization that druids in their elven twilight years are aurelia's half-siblings, and that their mother measures her age in millennia, not centuries.

the fact hel's dad keeps stalking the party trying to recruit them for the brewing war with cyric only to keep just missing them. after every one-shot or mini campaign there is a guaranteed 'post credits' scene of loki rolling up hours to weeks too late to speak with the party.

ast*rion desperately trying to get his partner to realize the hot druid is trying to get with her. he wants this polycule so bad.

hel and h*lsin both becoming champions of their respective gods during the second campaign.

aurelia finally getting h*lsin to do owlbear from the top rope in a boss battle and deriving more serotonin in that moment than she did when her son hatched.

whole party conspiring to get valheart back together after they decided to 'take a break' at the end of the game proper. no one meddled in this romance the first time around and look what happened. you're both miserable.

dilf era valas and his abiding love for his son verun. he may not be blood but he is his daddy.

dilf valas also being slightly intimidated as his son's clear genius begins to manifest, because his four year old understands the concept of avante garde in his art and is expressing it.

insufferable sorcerer valas going into business with insufferable wizard r*lan. everyone loses.

sendings from verun at beautiful h*llowleaf farm with his friends buttons and us <3

sendings from xan at beautiful roseburn grove confused by fleshy material plane beasts <3

hel and aurelia conspiring on a devil's trap that will blow m*zora sky high if she shows up at the wybelle wedding. of course she does. and she goes flying.

the fact every other adult had serious misgivings about the 20 and 24 year old making it in the long term, only for wybelle to be the one that everyone is going to for relationship advice ten years later.

whole party appealing to logic in hel that 'your love and redemption stance did nothing to g*rtash, tell us in ten words or less it will work on other members of the church of b*ne.' guess what she still tries.

just the fact the final campaign is miruna revived and intent on scaling the throne of bh**l and the party having to deal with that however they're dealing with it --

[ang-paborito]

I'm just trying to protect my siblings pero ako yung kontrabida

TLDR: I'm prohibiting my younger sibs from hanging out with my half-sibs and their families but this causing a drift between us.

Context: Medyo complicated fam structure namin. Basically, my parents both lost their spouses before remarrying to each other. Mom had no kids from first hubby but dad got tons. Aaaaand those grown ass kids didn't like my mom because she was almost in the same age range with them.

When they were all living together, the first family made my mom's life miserable. Yung sister ko first hand nya naranasan yung abuse like when our parents were out, tinali nila sa labas sister ko.

They were also the cause that my mom miscarried.

Dad cut them off and they bought a new house pero still supporting yung mga nasa college pa lang.

Pero he forgave them and reconnected kasi yung mga apo.

Laging ganun, gagawa sila kagaguhan, away cut off tapos reconnect. But they don't change, they just get better.

What's worst pati mga anak nila they are teaching them how to treat us and they spread these lies about my mom na wala namang basis. Super inggitera pa sila like if we have brand new clothes, toys, and things ninanakaw nila. If we go on trips as a family local or abroad, naghihinaing sila sa amin like they are making us feel guilty.

My sisters and I remembered it very much. My younger brother he was still a baby when we took him in (adopted). Yung half-sister ko who gave birth at the same time na inaadopt bb brother, she didn't like it kasi our dad was more enthusiastic with the newly adopted son kesa sa apo na kadugo nya.

My dad caught her in the act of pinching bb brother's nose until magpurple yung lips.

From then almost a decade na we didn't have contact. They were trying to reach out probably to ask for financial help, pero my dad wouldn't let them in.

We only got together once when both parents died, and we gave them a chance to renew the relationship and natutuwa naman bb brother to play with nephews and nieces his age. Kaso, it seems that they didn't change. They're materialistic and envious. Example, if my brother has a new console or gadget like psp or iPad, giniguilt trip nila yung bata so he will give the thing sa nephew. Or to ask me gifts through him. Pinahiram nya yung psp and it's gone na.

From then on, binawalan ko sya to ever bond with them. I told him why, especially that he almost got murdered.

Sumunod naman sya years later but lately he is requesting to bond sa kabila kasi they are reaching out.

They are also reaching out to my younger sister na graduating na by promising her to find her a job sa city hall. Inuupdate nila if may CSE na sya. Pero younger sister ko she wants to come with me abroad.

Then the other nights, I saw my brother's story na THEY WENT TO LA UNIOOOON with that sister who tried to kill him 17 years ago. I'm so angry and all this trauma coming back again because my oldest niece older than me and her sisters were playfully drowning me when I was 6.

Off course I sounded like a paranoid mom. I messaged my half-sister to fuck off and threatened her if ever something bad will happen sa brother ko.

Ito namang brother ko galit pa sakin nakakahiya daw kasi they are nice to him naman daw and they didn't say anything bad about me.

I told him na if may gusto sya ipabili dun sya sa half-sister namin.

Reply nya: OK.COOL

Arrrrrrggggghhhh

😡😡😡😡😡

I told this to my older (whole) sister and sabi nya lang "Hayaan mo so he'll learn the hard way. He'll see them through if nagbago sila or not."

I didn't like the idea pero baka nasasakal na din sya sa amin kasi lagi namin pinagsasabihan and we are kinda overprotective to him. I thought we are doing a good job taking care of him but at the end, things happen.

Ang akin lang naman, I don't want him to experience what we had experienced with them. Kasi sobrang fucked up mga ginawa nila na iba borderline criminal na and if I ever list it, 2025 pa tayo matatapos.

Even if kinwento namin sa kanya parang walang pake because they are our memories not him eh.

[chrysolipsist]

It feels so much like I should have a relative out here, but I don't.

I spent about a week in Orange County. Although I have never lived here, the place feels familiar, I think because it has a large Japanese-American population. It felt like that visiting Hawaii also. These places make me feel like my late Japanese grandmother would have liked living there, had she not settled in a bit more distant Midwestern town where my grandfather moved in the late 60s. With the job he had, he could've probably moved anywhere in the country and been able to afford a nice house. But he ended up settling in a corner of the rust belt, maybe half an hour from the nearest Asian grocery store. I guess if he hadn't, my mom wouldn't have gotten into a relationship with my dad and I wouldn't be here at all. I still wonder about the alternative universe where an unmet sibling had a completely different experience.

There are a handful of places like this that give me a sense of nostalgia for a past that I experienced although my experiences took place somewhere else. Actually, I don't have any close contacts around here. No one I know well enough that I could crash at their place. I had at least borderline friends that I saw at this conference over the past week, and maybe this group will continue showing up at these meetings for another 3-6 years. After that? I think of the old guy who always shows up and wonder whether I will also still be attending these things at that age, with few peers around.

In the later part of my trip, I ended up going to a friend's relative's house, so I at least got to briefly spend a little time. It was in a nice place: a house with its back to a canyon about an hour west of LA. It was nice to have something a little different from the usual course of hotels and restaurants on this trip. But, it made me reflect on what I think is a pretty common reality of living for a lot of people these days, namely, the relative isolation. If you don't come from a large family, and if you don't make close friends easily, it's hard to build much of a social support network.

[davidhatter]

Getting Into Knives || Hatfish

baenxietydad​:

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“Ah, so they live close enough,” Mu-yeol noted aloud as he observed the kind of smile on the older man’s face. He was probably much older than at least some of his siblings; that smile was full of pride, like when you thought about your kids. “It’s not good to be too far away from your family for long if you can help it.”

He couldn’t help but feel quite jealous. It wasn’t fair that his big, tight-knit family had to be on the other side of the world. It was his own fault of course. He knew that. Nobody left anybody except for him. At the same time he knew leaving was the right choice for Nemo…or hoped it was anyway. Even if, in hindsight, leaving was the wrong choice for him.

Had Mu-yeol stayed in Korea and had his family and Soon-ja around to help him, perhaps his grief wouldn’t have unhinged its jaw and swallowed him whole and he would have come out the other side a battle ragged but still familiar version of himself. Had his siblings been around, maybe they would’ve woken up to his nightmares instead of his son and his never never would have felt burdened by him. With Soon-ja by his side, she would have been there to remind him not to shove this generational curse into his son’s hands. Maybe if he had his father, who suffered more than he ever would, who had lost even more than him, he could have learned to live again. If he had his home country, his language spoken all around him, maybe he wouldn’t feel like a space alien both in and out of the Hollow. And perhaps if he had his pixie community, the one he was born into, maybe he wouldn’t hate himself for the capital offense of being a fairy.

None of this was Mr. Hatter’s fault of course, so he did not bring any of this up. It would require telling him the truth about many things. About how So-yeon was murdered. About how he lied to his own son for his entire life because his grief chewed up his love for his late wife and spat it back out as paranoia, anxiety, and a burning hatred for the world. About how he let himself be consumed by his trauma for so long that it choked Nemo too.

None of these things would make him seem very likable.

“You and your sister are probably all the kids’ favorites,” Mu-yeol said. “It was always my one aunt that never had kids that we all favored. She gave the best presents, didn’t have her own kids to side with so she’d tell all of the cousins who was being the dumbass in a fight, and most importantly she’d cover for us when we’d sneak out of the Hollow  to go into human Daegu. Do you know how hard it is to sneak out and sneak back in when your father is Scout talent captain and every Scout fairy knows exactly whose kid you are? Aish, and everyone but my aunt and mother was afraid of my father so they’d snitch on us.” Mu-yeol said with a laugh through his nose.

Ah, wait. That sounded bad. Best clarify.

“Not that my dad – he isn’t scary in the ‘he’d a bad, awful man and everyone knows it’ sense. Scary in the ‘we all know what he did during the Occupation, I wouldn’t mess with him’ sense. He was an independence activist and guerrilla fighter. And I –” get my PTSD triggered by the Backstreet Boys because it was blaring from a bar close to where my wife got murder-stabbed “– read books and have too many feelings about The Mountain Goats.”

--

Close enough was a good way of putting it. Far enough to have made their own places to call home but not so far as to be out of reach. It hadn’t always seemed like it was going to be that way but they had all decided that they liked one another enough to keep in contact. There was no question as to whether they loved one another of course, but they were siblings who had lived on top of one another until they had the means to get out into the world themselves. It was a miracle they all still liked one another in Hatter’s opinion. Especially him, who’d had to be the bad guy most of the time.

All this to say, he couldn’t imagine being a whole half a world away from any of them.

He smiled and shook his head because, no. Sam was probably the kids’ favorite. He was good with them and had studied illusions when his dream of being a jock was hit with the reality of him being an academic. So while Hatter could give the kids food that they’d actually eat Sam was putting on the best game of pretend the street had seen. Enough to bring the whole block around to participate, kids getting to step into a brand new world that left them ready to sleep through the night and their parents grateful.

His eyebrows arched, higher and higher, the more Mr. Bae spoke about his families. About his father. He certainly sounded scary, but given the little explanation, he figured the man had reason to be. Occupation...sounded pretty serious.

“Eh, that’s for the best though. Parents are supposed to want to make sure their kids have it better than they did, right?” he asked. Genuinely. Coming from someone hadn’t had a parent for very long and who wasn’t a parent himself.

[wingardiumiku]

dancing in the moonlight | pjo snippet

percy jackson × sabrina garcia (daughter of hecate!oc)

summary : it has been a long journey, a tiring battle. acquaintances were made, friends were lost and and sabrina somehow has gray hair now. boy did she need this party and also a little closure.

Masterlist

The music was blaring, the light shining magnificently off the golden tidbits in the building. Sabrina wouldn't lie, after three consecutive summers filled with quests, then jumping back to being a normal teenager, endless hours spent rushing through homework (and cursing her godly lineage because a brain hardwired for ancient greek certainly didn’t help), she deserved a little unwinding.

The room was filled with godlings and she got the chance to meet some of her half siblings, the immortal ones. The meeting with Zeus and the Olympians was nerve-wracking to say the least. And no, it didn't help one bit that her mama was staring her down like a hawk, all the while Sabrina couldn't move, didn't dare to, and only fidgeted with her dirt-covered attire, one hand linked with Percy's.

Speaking of Percy. . .

She was sure if she came up with a thousand words to describe him, they would still fall short. Sabrina had crossed paths with him during her first year at Yancy Academy. Of course, she was fresh meat around the block, yet to be fitted into some stereotypical bunch. That was when Chiron had contacted her, notifying her about Grover shifting to her school to keep tabs on a demigod.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was defeating a Minotaur, being claimed by Poseidon and confirmed to be the only child of Big Three, getting accused of stealing Zeus' lighting bolt, going on a quest to acquire it and miraculously surviving. Oh, did she mention the part where she was dragged along for a free ride?

Spending three years together tended to do things to people. Through Medusa's garden, through the Sea of Monsters and through holding the literal sky on their back, they had stuck together. And demigod or not, she was but a teenager with plenty of moodswings and wilding hormones. Just her luck, crushing on the guy with the most baggage.

And if falling for the greek counterpart of Harry Potter wasn't enough, Percy also gave new meaning to the word 'oblivious'. But he was adorable so she supposed she could let that little detail pass.

If she could find him, that is.

Making her way through the chattering crowd, Sabrina made a beeline for the daughter of Athena in the far corner of the room who was talking animatedly with few who reciprocated her interest in the hall's architecture.

Sabrina tapped the girl's shoulder, covering her ears to shield them from a song Apollo had composed and given bgm to all in the matter of two minutes. "Where's Percy!"

Annabeth scrunched her brows, red in the face from talking too fast. "I saw him with his dad like an hour ago! Look outside!"

At the mention of the Sea god, Sabrina pursed her lips. Talking to her mother was more than enough, especially with the interrogation she had to endure: 'Are you sure you are alright?' 'Have you taken some nectar and ambrosia? Here, this potions works wonders on sprains', 'I need to have a nice chat with Atlas', 'What is your relationship with Poseidon's kid?', 'Aren't you a bit too young to indulge in such relationships?'

Yeah, one encounter with an immortal was more than enough.

Sabrina tiptoed towards the exit of the palace, trying her best to avoid any and every conversation.

"Percy?" Her voice had dropped to barely a whisper as she peeked into the dark hallway, a startling contrast to the lively celebration inside.

Even deserted and bathed in shadows, the gold managed to shine through, just like every other part of Mt. Olympus. She wondered how much she would earn if she nicked a tiny peice from the ceiling and sold it back home.

Worn out high tops clacking against the shimmering marble floor, her eyes followed the moon as she peered into what was possibly the most well kept garden she had ever seen.

Finding a familiar figure at the end of the path, Sabrina managed a small smile. Percy was standing by a clear pond, staring blankly at the koi fish playing tag.

She slipped outside, sneaking up behind him as her arms circled his shoulder. "Boo!"

"What the Hades!" His hands came to rest on the underside of her thighs, steadying them from toppling into the water. A chuckle was ripped from him, "Don't do that. You'll end up sending someone to the afterlife in a second."

Sabrina hummed quietly, relishing in the chirping of crickets mixed with steady ripples drawn on the surface of the pond, their faces reflected in it as though it was a massive mirror.

With a dry gulp, Percy started, "I was thinking—"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"As I was saying, before I was very rudely interrupted", he glared.

If it was up to her, Sabrina could spend an entire lifetime staring at his green, green eyes.

"What if Luke isn't really the bad guy?"

His words snapped her out of her stupor and she scowled hard. "What makes you say that?"

His thumbs twiddling, Percy clutched the hem of his shirt, a clear sign of hesitancy. "I don't know. It's just. . ."

A pregnant silence reigned over the two. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen."

Sabrina jumped down from her perch on his back, tugging at his hand to make him sit beside her on the concrete that encircled the small body of water.

"Dont you think it's a little unfair how the gods get to sit here and enjoy a feast, sleep around and whatever while their children have to fight their battles for them?"

Percy's eyes looked anywhere else but her as he took in a shaky breath. "Being a demigod, the one supposed to save Olympus. . .I don't think I'm cut out for it. It's not me, it can’t be me."

It was quiet for a long time as she observed the subtle shade of red around the waterline of his eyes.

She could fathom what he meant, to some extent. They didn't get a say while being thrusted into a life with danger in every step of the way. Some let it get to their head and some didn't live to see a year past the acknowledgement of their status.

"You're right", she muttered finally, playing with his fingers. "It's not fair; never been and never will be. But what Luke is doing, that's just blowing it humongously out of proportion."

"But it's okay for people to die in vain when our parents can easily fight this war on their own? Why did Bianca have to die? What will Nico say when we get back to camp without his sister, huh? She was his only family left!" Percy snapped before his voice broke. "I gave him my word."

Sabrina flinched but her gaze softened as he sulked beside her, reaching out to pat his back. "It isn't okay. But what can we do? At the end of the day, we're just kids."

Percy rolled his eyes. "And that makes it so much better."

She let out a laugh. "Nope. It just goes to show that we can't do everything on our own."

Sabrina continued, unfurling her legs from where she sat crisscross, dipping them in the pond. "Percy, its true that we can't bring Bianca back but we can give Nico a family. Or a spot in whatever royally messed up dysfunctional group we are."

Percy glanced at her, finding her crystal blue eyes directed to the fish who came by to say hello. They didn't appreciate her making their home a pedicure spot but he thought better than to tell her that, lest she threatened to turn him into a stingray again.

Under the undisturbed rays of the moon, her crimson tresses seemed to glow. Come to think of it, she always had that certain aura around her—one that was willing to listen without judging hastily, always sharing her honest opinion but in a way that made insults sound like compliments.

People said it was easy to talk to her. He couldn't understand how. All he felt was his heart performing somersaults whenever she was near.

Heat rushed to his face as he remembered the day he had accidentally spoken out loud, questioning if she was an angel. Grover had nudged him with his elbow, the satyr wriggling his brows while Annabeth gave him one of her infamous smirks.

Faced with Sabrina's teasing smile, Percy had vehemently claimed that it was a joke. But as he sat wondering the same thing now, the butterflies that lived in his stomach went feral.

Sabrina blinked when Percy stood up suddenly, a hand outstretched towards her. She took it gingerly, without a question.

"What's on your mind?" She said when he laced their fingers together.

Relieving a breath he didn't know he was holding, Percy shut his eyes momentarily. Opening them again, he found himself staring at endless pools of ultramarine. Oh, right. It was her fault that he searched for that exact shade of blue in everything.

"Westover Hall", he managed meekly, "We were interrupted. I think I owe you a dance."

A smile curled on her lips. Giggles fell from her mouth at his attempt of managing them into a slowdancing stance. "Alright, merman. Just don't get cold feet, okay?"

One of the melodies playing inside, muffled but still decipherable, floated in the air.

 I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Her hands came up to his waist, his breath hitching when she stepped closer to him. In his too bold of an attempt, he had disregard the fact that he had two left feet.

Noticing his dilemma, Sabrina chuckled. "Relax. Nobody's watching. I won't judge, I promise."

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Their first meeting, a simple exchange of pleasantries in the dean's office was stuck on replay in his head.

Her coming to check up on him when he had cooped himself in his cabin—too spacious and vacant a place—after the eventful Capture the Flag, something she wasn't obligated to do, her blasting Matt Sloan on his butt after obliterating a Laistrygonian, willingly taking half of the weight of the sky onto herself to spare him the agony, those were memories he wanted to cherish forever.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Despite her calm facade, the previously minuscule nagging voice inside her head had morphed into hollering cheers.

It was a sight for sore eyes—two teens fumbling in the dark, neither having a clue what the correct steps were supposed to be but they danced still, to a faded serenade.

And it was fine. As long as they were accompanied by each other's presence, the random comments made that kept them laughing through the whole thing, it didn't matter if they were flawed.

To fall in love with the other's imperfections was a lesson they were glad to have learned.

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

She wasn't sure how it happened. In the spur of the moment, she had lifted her head from the crook on his neck, yanking him down by the front of his shirt.

The moment she pressed her lips to his, she knew epiphany. Growing up reading cheesy romance novels to pass time, cheating the sequence to skip to the 'first kiss' scenes, always envisioning what it'd feel, Sabrina could now surely say, it was euphoric.

No, there weren't fireworks magically exploding in the sky but the warmth that spread through her was immeasurable. Like downing a whole mug of hot cocoa on a cold December night.

Her heart was working overtime, senses clouded with the scent of ocean waves and a hint of peppermint, to the point he was all she could think about.

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

It was short, a fleeting moment of bliss that left remnants of it behind as it went. His ears were burning and his legs felt like jelly. Percy thought Sabrina was blushing too.

"I—"

"Wow. . ." Whatever she was going to say was cut off by his awestruck exclamation.

Percy felt goosebumps shoot up his spine. He was sure he was shortcircuiting right then and there. With his heart hammering inside his chest, he flashed a lopsided grin.

"Can I- Can I hug you, please?"

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Two demigods who didn't know any better, at a place that was more than likely out of bounds, content with just being in each other's embrace. These little things, Sabrina was starting to understand, were the reason they fought so hard for.

Sure, tackling troubles that no normal kid should, fighting monsters from myths and facing loss everyday wasn't a choice they made for themselves. But it was either they could keep complaining or make the most of the time they had together.

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

"Annabeth! What are you doing outside with a camera? They're serving—"

"Shh!"

". . .Is that. . .Seaweed Brain and Scarlet Witch?"

"Yeah. Took them long enough. I thought I would die without seeing Percina happen."

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight

[minniethemoocherda]

Five times Cody did not tell Obi-Wan what he was thinking plus one time that he did. (Chapter 1)

Summery: Snapshots of Cody and Obi-Wan growing up together over the years.

Ao3

Logically, Cody knew that high school was going to be different. That unlike in middle school, he wouldn't be guaranteed to have most of his classes with his brothers.

Still, he hadn't expected it to happen on the first day in his very first class. He glanced around as he entered the science lab. It wasn't that much different from the one in his old middle school with out of date posters hung up on the off-white walls and rows of two seated desks lining the room. There weren't many people he recognised from his old school and the few he did he could barely remember the names of. So he sat down at one of the empty pairs of desks, hoping that there aren't going to be many more people joining the class so that he could sit by himself. But of course, the universe was against him that day.

Students started piling into the room as the bells rung and Cody kept his gaze firmly on the desk to avoid catching eye contact with anyone.

"Hello there."

-

Cody startled at the nearby voice. He glanced up to meet the pale blue eyes of a boy with soft ginger hair and a sprinkle of freckles across his nose.

He was pretty, a voice at the back of Cody's mind supplied, which was odd because he had never thought of a boy as pretty before.

"Can I sit here?" The boy asked, a faint British accent to it, that only added to Cody's impending shock.

When Cody continued staring, the boy shifted nervously which was when Cody released that all the other seats in the class were taken.

"Sure." He nodded, trying to smile because Rex had always told him he had a resting bitch face and it probably would do him some good to make friends at this school outside of his brothers.

The boy smiled back, sliding in the chair next to him.

"I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi." He introudced himself, holding out a hand.

Cody took it, the pale skin almost glowing agaisnt his darker tone. With his soft features and prim tone, Cody was expecting his hands to as equally delicate. Instead, his palms were hard and his shake was firm with not so subtle strength. Its then that he relates that there is much more to this boy than meets the eye.

"Cody Fett-Ti." He replied.

"Fett-Ti?" The boy- no Obi-Wan asked with a raised brow. "I was going to ask if you have a twin because there's a guy in my homeroom who looks identical to you. Although I could've sworn his last name was Koon?"

"I do have a twin." Cody confessed. "But since he's in my homeroom, your probably thinking of one of my half brothers."

"Oh really? Sorry I didn't mean to pry or anything." Obi-Wan appologised.

Cody waved him off. 

"Don't worry about it. There's a lot more of us. Dad wasn't very good at keeping it in his pants." Cody winced. A voice at the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Rex, scolded him for being an oversharing idiot. But before he could panic too much, Obi-Wan burst out laughing. The other boys cheeks burnt red  and Cody was fascinated by how it completely blocked out his freckles.

"I have two siblings but they're not in high school yet." Obi-wan told him once he'd caught his breath, stiffly diverting the topic away from his father's love life which was probably for the best. Despite only being fourteen, it is something Cody already knows way to much about.

Obi-Wan unlocked his phone holding it out towards him. Cody looked at screen. On it is a picture of Obi-Wan with his arms around a scowling tween and a little girl with patches of vitiligo on her beaming face.

"They're adopted." Obi-wan told him, even thought it's pretty obvious with how they have no physical resemblance to eachother.

"Cool." Cody said because he of all people could relate to families being complicated. But before he can open his mouth to tell him as much, the classroom door slammed open.

The sharp clap of heels rung out agsint the slick floor as the teacher entered the room. She shut the door abruptly, bringing the chatter down to near silent within seconds. Her sharp blue eyes contrasted with the dark of her skin, piercing each of them with a stare. She came to a sudden stop behind the desk, surveying the class with intent. She came to a sudden stop behind the desk.

"My name is Ms Gallia. This is Freshman biology. If you are in the wrong room leave now."

Nobody dared to move.

"Good." She stated, tucking a stray braid behind her ear and Cody was suorised to catch a steak of purple underneath it. "Now, the person at your desk will be your lab partner for the rest of the semester. No exceptions. I want one person from every pair to get out a bunson burner from the cupboards. And no pushing!"

Obi-wan turned to him, the corners of his lips turned up in a half smile, half smirk. 

"I guess we're partners then."

For some reason Cody liked the way the word sounded on Obi-Wan’s lips. He told himself we was glad to have been able to make a new friend. And he was. He had actually enjoyed talking with Obi-Wan.  Plus this might have been the first time in a while that he had been able to hold a semi-normal conversation with someone who wasn't one of his brothers. Rex would be proud.

Cody didn't say any of that to Obi-Wan though. Instead he shrugged in agreement.

"Looks like it.' He said before getting out of his chair to go find whatever a bunion burner was. Not knowing until years later, what that conversation would lead too.