#she's realized that she can't keep traveling with him. bc (as i mentioned) hes someone who simultaneously needs saving

[aq2003]

series 3 is so frustrating because there is like a shining core of pure diamond underneath the problems . like conceptually it rocks so incredibly hard. but the problems

[cosmicladyy]

Do you do headcanons for space outlaw? :0

celestial

space outlaw x reader

the space travelling duo met you on a planet they decided to set up camp in for a few days

violet thought it was best to stretch their legs while SO wanted to keep going to their destination, he was ultimately overpowered by his old friend

when one of their blasters went haywire and they couldn't get the kid to fix it (it was his nap time), they went out to a marketplace in a nearby village to see if there was anyone up for the job

that's where they find YOU !!

your dad, the village's repairman, had stepped out to retrieve some parts and left you in charge

while he was the best at what he did, you'd always sneak away to make your own contraptions and honed in on your own skill set

you've gotten really good at making advanced weaponry and would show it off to your dad

but apparently the village has no need for them, your dad's told you plenty of times

you did not want to be there !

you're knocked on your ass when the door swings open and startles you from your day dream

after helping you up and apologizing profusely, the lavender haired woman asks if you could fix what looks like a severely damaged blaster

you jump at the opportunity and began working on it right away

her companion in the cape voices his displeasure, something about 'waiting for the dumb baby to wake up and do it'

he's silenced by a punch to the gut

while you're working, the woman, who told you to call her violet, strikes up conversation and asks about your life on the seemingly boring planet

you don't correct and just tell her about your day to day that includes helping your dad in the shop and just waiting away

which catches Law's attention

stuck somewhere with the potential to do more, sounds like a shitty existence

not that he told you, he just stayed silent from his place against the wall

when you're done and show them the modifications you made, he feels a little disheartened

he wanted to learn more about you, but this was probably the last he'd see you

"DO YOU WANNA TRAVEL SPACE WITH US?"

violet excitedly asked you as she grabs your hands, spouting on about how they could use an extra pair of hands

before he could scold her about suggesting someone to completely uproot their life,

you say yes

when you start to settle into your new environment, you realize that Law's.. a little bit of a jackass

violet has zero problem with you, she loves that she has someone new to hang with and shower with praise

when the kid sees how she is with you, he warms up to you fairly quickly

he shows you the inventions he made first to get your input on them

you feel so honored bc omg this genius child wants my approval ??

helping reach any spare parts he might need

this kid has you wrapped around his tiny fingers

but when it comes to Law, he's the biggest pest you've ever met

if you're reaching for something, he grab it first and put it some place so high even he can't reach

he knocks things off your desk he knows you're using

"I needed that screw, jerk."

"funny how you need it after it goes flying."

"stars, you're like a damn cat."

he'll obnoxious interrupt you whenever your presenting some new gadget to help the team

violet always swats him and asks you to continue, earning a glare from him

sometimes you wonder if you should've just stayed home

he hates how close the fruit vendor is getting to you. he’s not too fond with how you appear to be enjoying the attention.

goes to show how great an actor you are.

so when he hears the guy mention something about 'taking his break', Law storms over to where you are and grabs your wrist, mumbling 'the kid's askin' about you', and drags you in the direction of their campsite.

"I can't feel my arm, can you let go now?" you pulled against his wrist as he dragged you behind him, he's huffy about something he won't tell you about.

"If I let you go, you'll just get into trouble again and that's the last thing we need."

"me flirting with that guy for a discount is trouble?"

"well if the shoe fits." Law grumps as he tightens his hand around your wrist.

you manage to yank your hand free from his iron grip and shout angrily at him, "That's so unfair! You never say anything when Violet does the same thing!"

he whips his head around and gets defensive, "Because she can handle herself!"

"and I can't?"

he glares half-heartedly at you and turns on his heels, "I don't have time for this."

but you're sick of this.

of the temper tantrums he throws. of him thinking he can just boss you around.

so you stomp after him and grab his wrist with the same force he used on you and spin him back around, simultaneously stunning and shutting him up.

'Would you just tell me instead of trying to act all pissy," the tears pricking at your eyes start to sting, but there's no way you'd let him watch you cry, "if you didn't want me to come with you guys, just tell me!"

"That's not what I meant," he can feels his face start to heat up and the unspoken words at the edge of tongue, ready to reveal the truth.

"then just tell me!"

the words come tumbling out before he even can try to stop them.

"I don't want you acting like that with anyone but me!"

...

"oh."

[becauseplot]

alright, finished osnf ep 9 here we go.

i am taking this so so seriously. (RIP the Helper and RIP Felps. he came he welcomed-to-santo-berco'd he ate buttery butter and he died. thank you for your service to the plot o7)

in any case, that sure was. that sure was something huh. first of all yippee the horrors are back!! kind of? there are horrific monsters and people lost sanity points and someone got knocked out so!! it counts.

there is definitely Something Up with this village though because well. OBVIOUSLY. the people here aren't completely human anymore and everyone is too nice and the food is too good and there's a weird-ass endless maze in the center that spits you out when you get bored. oh yeah and the village is actually alive(????) and has a very strict no smoking policy.

i guess where im being thrown is the double-whammy of the sudden genre/setting change and the way that this feels like it comes completely out of left field? i was actually so excited to see if Liz's time-wormhole-portal-whatever theory was correct because there was a SHITLOAD of evidence pointing towards time shenanigans, and i had actually been hoping it was correct because i love those kinds of time travel stories, where everything is actually part of one big loop. (though i suppose that would be pretty hard to nail in ttrpg since those kinds of stories require very delicate planning, and the whole point of ttrpg is the freedom it allows the players/characters. doomed-from-the-start stories wouldn't operate well in ttrpg huh. idk im not a GM nor have i played/watched much ttrpg but i imagine it can't be easy. ANYWAY.) instead we get to the cave and suddenly we're in a magical medieval village with overly friendly grey elves and massive cows with tiny heads and crystals that can heal grievous injuries in seconds?? it's kinda throwing me because i hop into an ordem paranormal VOD expecting urban horror-fantasy and now im just getting what feels like fantasy with the horror thrown on top of it.

of course, i dont wanna get that neg with this. i trust cellbit and his writing, and like i said, there's DEFINITELY more going on here. im not about to stop watching this series because im thrown off, but im kinda :T atm ykno. but again, trust!! i'll hopefully watch more tomorrow. im just not a big fan of massive setting/genre switches like these ones. i probably just need more time to get settled in.

there were still good moments in this episode!!! i like all of the townspeople (though if i am highly suspicious of them; even if they're not being intentionally malicious they might be complicit in something / causing harm and not realize it), and cellbit getting SOOOO excited when Thiago flicked his lighter and the mist descended and the horrors returned (him and me both). plus him grabbing every die he owns to roll for the Blacksmith (who is a fucking TANK holy shit he's so fucking strong what the hell) and to fuck with i think Rakin at some point? might've been Guaxi. oh and also

POV: your dumbass mentee keeps eating the probably-cursed food in the probably-cursed village and is probably about to get his ass persephone'd

anyway that is all for now. tl;dr - i am still enjoying most of this and ofc im gonna keep watching im just very ?????? rn, but i trust the process. gn <3

edit: FUCK I FORGOT TO MENTION---current theory is that the blond woman who was last seen with Team Kelvin was the pilgrim who brought them to Santo Berco. and they had gone with her bc they figured out that she could lead them exactly where they needed to go. yeah ok gn fr.

[dontgofarfromme]

Rewatching EXU bc the Dorian message got me thinking abt them and I missed them, things I have noticed as of ep 1:

Dorian has always been the wildest combination of lying liar who lies and guy who can't lie to save his life. He won't tell you shit about himself however he constantly flags that he's rich by accident and doesn't realize it.

The number of characters all from small towns/areas (or not from this plane of existance) all with minimal experience in big cities!! The exploration of newness is an overarching theme. I also forgot how closely paralleled Opal and Dorian especially are on some fronts in this respect, there's a naivete to both of them, which Opal just spills all over the place and which Dorian tries his best to cover up. Theres this sense esp this early into the show that they've just been let out of a restricting cage for the first time and are riding high on it, but also have some gaps in their understanding of how everything...works. Orym is an interesting contrast bc you get the feeling that while he may not have experienced the city himself and has lived his whole life in a place with leaders that could be trusted, he seems aware of the potential dangers and corruption in the world but actively chooses to give people the benefit of the doubt despite this.

Fearne was always chaotic but I think she's actually become more chaotic as time goes on. Ashley plays her as slightly more reserved here.

Forgot how much Dorian and Orym sort of teamed up as the slightly more restrained ones early on. This obviously goes out the window a bit later on Dorian's part, but the contrasting reasons for not wanting to steal shit for Poska are interesting--Orym has a clear moral objection and suspicion of Posla's intentions, Dorian seems to both have some 'grew up rich' sympathy for her targets but I think also has some worry around doing an illegal thing in general (another compare/contrast between him and opal, she's raring to use her newfound independence to do whatever the hell she wants; and also maybe a consequence of his history in a pretty restrictive environment).

Ruidis + Catha on flag of the ship they rob 2:07:15. The ship is called "the Blightstar" and Aabria says "this looks like...the ship is named after Ruidis, yeah." *Travis voice* WEEEOOOOWEEEOOOWEEEOO. It's also from Issylra, not a place known for trade, so it's weird that it's there.

In the same convo Aabria says Orym is "extremely well-traveled," but earlier in the ep Orym says he's only been to 2 "city taverns." Was the traveling for work with Keyleth or in the 6 years after he left Zephra, or both? I am shaking this little guy upside down so all his secrets fall out of his pockets tell me everything!!!!

Truly the entire "He's a real sailor! He's kept us aloive! Many toimes I would've doied if it weren't for him!" is hilarious

Do we know what Dariax's compass is for? Does he actually follow a deity?

I fully don't remember who did all the murders on this boat or why they didn't take the crown with them while they escaped, I can't remember if we ever figured it out?

It's really interesting how often Dorian tosses the ball to Orym for input/final decisions from like day one. It feels almost like he's looking for either someone who knows what they're doing or a moral compass outside himself and he's pretty convinced Orym's got both those things covered.

Orym, questioning all his life choices: we stole an oily dark crown from a ship full of corpses with evaporating assassins and a monster in the hull.

Opal, having the time of her life: Yeah!!!! We did that!!!

Speaking of evaporating assassins, hey Orym...I do wonder if any of this poked at those memories for him

The fact that Orym's first battle maneuver was bait and switch, I continue to sob over this halfling oh my god he's just doing his best to keep everyone else safe.

I've been doing an awful job of keeping track of plot points in cr3 and I'm p sure they mentioned it but the nameless ones have 40 pounds of smuggled refined residuum from Zephra, def ties into the box they got recently in cr3.

How do the baby ankheg and the big ankheg line up is it that the ship the CK rolled was one Poska's group was targeting anyway but the CK interrupted and took the crown before anyone else could?

It's really interesting that while Orym has been the one trying desperately to steer them right and keep them away from unnecessary dangerous theft etc through this whole episode, in the end his decision to take the residuum (honestly a fair and understandable one!!) is a solid 50% of what puts them on Poska's bad side. It's about what's right for him, not what's safe--he's consistent!

[stargaze-issei]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼; ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

-> shimizu kiyoko.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; kiyoko evokes memories of her lost love.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; mentions of death, grieving.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.4k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; angst.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; yeah u should listen to mr loverman by rick montgomery bc i wrote it while listening to that song 😃 yes i killed the reader what y'all gonna do bout it

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kiyoko couldn't remember a time withouth your bright smile in her days, scaring the gray clouds away. you would sit outside her house, right by her side, sharing laughs and secrets. kiyoko kept those memories lock inside her mind, as her most precious secret, and she would always do it, no matter how long it passed.

"kiyo look! i made a ring with a flower!" her eyes, hid behind a big pair of glasses, showed amazement. she didn't care that your hands were covered in dirt after playing on the garden for hours while she read, safely on a bench, following your every move. "give me your hand" you demanded, grabbing it by yourself without giving her time to react.

despite your usual energic being, like most eight years old, whenever you were around your friend, she felt like fine china. a sudden feeling of fear ran down her back, accompanied by a warmness in her belly. you took her ring finger, placing your newest work on it with more care than ever in your life, affraid you would hurt her. to you, and everyone actually, kiyoko was like a porcelain doll. her fair skin, her beautiful face, her sweet voice, confirmed your hypothesis. the first time you saw kiyoko in the playground, you had to ask your parent if she was a real girl, because you've never seen someone that pretty.

"o-only married couples share rings, y/n" she said quietly, going over your gift with her free hand. leaving aside her complain, she seemed to be delighted with it.

"then we'll get married, and i'll give you all the rings in the world!"

shimizu had those words inked on her brain for quite a while, even now ten years later, they would come back. she wasn't sure if it was a memory or a dream anymore. her phone vibrated on her night table, showing a text from tanaka saying he was on his way there, with a sigh, she got up from her bed, thinking on making something to eat for her boyfriend. on days like that, she would prefer being alone, but she couldn't say no to him. he was good to her.

the girl walked down the hall which connected the living room with the dorms, looking at the walls, searching for you with her eyes. a smile formed on her lips when she saw the picture, you eternally kissing her cheek, grabbing onto her face, making her smile more brightly than ever in her life. she thanked her mom internally for taking that picture, after all, it was the only one you two had. her fingers reached your image, following your traces as if that way, she could actually feel your skin against her again. kiyoko always regretted not kissing you one more time, not holding you in her arms for a second longer.

"try to sleep, or you'll end up falling asleep in the middle of the race tomorrow" kiyoko smiled at your sleepy voice, she knew you were sleeping when she decided on calling you, despite knowing you wouldn't get mad, she still felt a little guilty for waking you in the middle of night.

"i can't sleep, i'm too nervous" it was your turn to smile, thinking on how cute she must've looked while talking. it was almost a routine, her anxiety appearing before an important competition. "can you talk to me, please?"

her wishes were granted, you started talking about the last show you watched, in a low, soft tone. you were aware kiyoko felt safe with you, safe enough to sleep with you, and how she found comfort on you. you still felt reluctlant to her only being able to sleep at the sound of your voice, but her kitten like snores came sooner than usual. you found yourself laying in bed, eyes closed, listening to her sounds, and a while later, you too fell in morpheous arms.

a knock on the door scared her memories away, leaving her on the verge of tears. she hurried to the bathroom, trying to wash off the hints of sadness in her face before letting ryunosuke in. he kissed her as a greeting, hugging her by the waist. kiyoko wanted to get away, like the act was disrespectful to your memory. she knew she was wrong though, you wouldn't want her sulking for the rest of her life, thinking of what could've been if life wasn't so damn awful.

"brought dinner" smiled her boyfriend, not realizing what was she going through. it itsn't his fault, kiyoko thought, he doesn't even know she existed.

they set the table for two, talked a little while eating and watched a movie. tanaka wasn't good at taking hints, but even him sensed there was something wrong. he excused himself at midnight, saying he needed something from his house for work tomorrow, maybe she needed some time alone. kiyoko was grateful, because she kept thinking she was cheating on you. so stupid, i can't cheat on someone who isn't here.

kiyoko laid in bed once again, hugging a pillow. it always happened around this time of the year, she should be used to it by now, according to her old therapist. except that she wasn't, not at all. you were always on her mind, but these days she just couldn't escape. it killed her to think about all the broken promises, the things left unsaid. you had plans together, so many plans. in middle school, she longed the day you would travel with each other, conquering the world by your side. she wanted to go back home and find you there, kiss you every night and every morning, have children with you and grow old together as you had done until that day, to know it would never be possible was enough to make her feel miserable.

she kept a box under her bed, almost empty, with the last few things she had of you. a shirt you wore to sleep, a rushed note saying how much you loved her and an old stuffed bear kiyoko won for you at a carnival. that was all she could find in her house of you after the incident, all she was allowed to keep. the first few months she couldn't even bring herself to look at your belongings, how was it possible that your whole existence was reduced to this? you were so much things to kiyoko, nowhere near what those stuff represented. you were love, you were happiness, you were freedom, you were all kiyoko wanted in life and you were ripped away from her.

at two a.m, she found herself once again awake, but she was well aware of the fact that you weren't there to save her anymore. what was she supposed to do when she needed you, more than ever? in a mess of tears, she went outside, headed for her car. the air was cold, hostile, like it was warning her to stay home. the mostly empty streets were perfect for her desperate speed, barely stopping at red lights. she made a road of twenty minutes in ten, a road she hadn't done in quite a while. nonetheless, she knew what she was looking for was still there. kiyoko ran out her car when she got there, crossed the gate, gaining a suspicious look from the guard. she walked towards you, knowing the way a little too well for someone who didn't visit in years.

your name read in the grave, and the remaining force she had in her legs was suddenly gone. tears drowned her sight, holding tightly to the ground beneath hear. sometimes, kiyoko questioned herself if you really existed, she lost all contact with your family after, not being able to see anyone who looked like you, but in that moment, all her supressed memories came back. your first kiss, a peck on the lips, so fast that it might've not even happened, only it did, and it was followed by deeper, better kisses, and eternal love declarations. the first time she held your hand, how flustered you got over her taking the initiative. falling asleep in your arms, you caressing her hair. you kissing her strech marks, promsing you loved her just as she was. the image of your happy self, bursting into cheerings everytime she won a race, filled with pride. all your picnics together, beach days, roadtrips, night snick outs.

everything was real, kiyoko was sure of it. your love for her was real, her love for you couldn't be stopped, not even by death. it hurt so bad, all she wanted to do was see you one more time, feel your warm body against hers. she needed you with her, and it was tearing her apart.

[verobatto]

"And he loved from me what I hated the most about myself..."

Destiel Logic and the unspoken words

14x05 spoiler Foreshadowing the Destiel Talk

This is another Destiel romantic meta, and I wanted, again, write this symbolic kind of title... Is the conclusion of this meta, and I imagine is what Dean would say if he could just use his words properly.

This meta has two parts... The first talks about the "unspoken words" and the Destiel Logic of this love, traveling for all the seasons... And the second part talks about the last episode and the foreshadow for a possible incoming Destiel Talk. I hope you like it.

Ok... I want to talk about DESTIEL LOGIC to understand the importance of why they are not clear with each other using the words (I know there's not logic in love, but... Here we have interesting points), and I want to link this with a meta i wrote about Destiel...

I love how every thought I wrote about this two is so connected, and is so interlaced.

So... Let's start this romantic journey.

"I see inside you"

In season 4, the introduction of Castiel created a big impact in Dean, was like a big presentation of an implacable supernatural been, that proclaimed himself as his savior and from the beginning could empathize with Dean just with the mention of this...

Beautiful gif credit @magnificent-winged-beast

For the first time someone was looking inside him with compassion in his eyes and in his words. Seeing what was inside him, and not hating him for that, should be huge for Dean, although he was feeling scared by the impressive presence of Castiel, he should be attracted by him too, not just because how he looks, but because the words he said to him in this first meeting.

"What's the matter? You think you don't deserve to be saved?" And there was compassion in this words and sadness and concern in Cas's face. Yes .. this had to be huge for Dean.

"I admire you"

So Dean begins to understand this creature, there was something different on him, Castiel was different.

That's why when he was locked in that beautiful room by the Angels, Dean tried to get Cas being by his side. He knew this angel was different, so he talked to him, trying to make him see.

And Cas had this fight inside him, and Dean was the fire that began to burn inside his heart, this fire was the feeling of fighting for a beautiful cause: FREE WILL.

So Cas, he fell. Beacuse he begins to admire Dean at the same time that he begins to love freedom.

And Dean, he was sure... Since that moment... He won not just an ally, he won the best friend he will ever know.

Gif credit @givedeanhisangel

And that look in Dean's face? Yes... "Cas... I'm admiring you too..."

"I always do everything for you."

Season 6 showed us Cas doing everything to keep the Winchesters safe but mostly, Dean... Beacuse... Cas always does everything for him. Dean was his cause, his reason to fighting for. Even if he should go to the dark side.. he would do it for him.

"I'm loyal to you, till the end."

Dean is feeling Cas will be there for him.. always no matter what... He always come back to him, and he is always willing to die for him... Dean too.

"And I don't know when I begin to love you more than my own life."

And in season 8 in Purgatory Dean knew he was feeling something more than just a platonic love for this angel, and the words that began to go out from his mouth started to betray his mind and soul. It wasn't what his heart was feeling what was coming out his lips. That was scary, feeling all at once, he has to repress it. He wasn't worth it...

And Cas was loving him all the way, but he didn't know till he became as human as it could be...

So here begins the thing... They love each other... They just don't know the other loves him too...

Will the words come someday? Maybe... But they will say what they didn't mean it to say... Bc that is what words are sometimes... Our own enemies...

"You are beautiful."

Gif credit @thejabberwock

Cas is always saying to Dean good things about him. His good points. Cas sees him as a role model, bc he knows Dean is beautiful, his soul is beautiful, bc he knows him and he sees through him. Cas gives Dean what he thinks he doesn't have. Dean is not use to this... He's not use to this kind of things... People complimenting him, bc he thinks he is not worth it but Cas is always remembering him that he's beautiful. And that scares him too...

"And he loved from me... What i hated the most about myself..."

Gif credit @carmelasky

You can't love someone good things if you don't love his bad things too... You love everything from this person. And this realization of Cas loving him and staying by his side even when he was a monster, was the most terrifying for Dean... Cas wanted to be with him? Even if he murder the world? Why? He was a monster and Cas was loving that monster inside of him too... Why?

I can't use my words to tell you... But... Would you let me share my time with you?

So... Since Dean realized he was in love with Cas, the wrong words always begins to show out from his mouth.

And the shame of feeling this overhelming love inside of him, lead him to repress it... Although that.. he allowed himself to share time with Cas... To make him feel in home, bc he was family... And his head changed... He didn't want anymore die on board Baby... In a blaze of flames... No... He wants another thing now...

"or... For the first time."

Dean wants experiment what is to be with the person that he is in love.

That's why in season 11 he asked those married men how was to settle down with a hunter, bc he wants that too, with Cas...

That's why he doesn't hook up with random waitress anymore... Bc He just Wants Cas.

That's what the Dean Cave means... Dean expending time with Cas... Just allow himself to do that... Bc he thinks he doesn't deserve more. And he is afraid of the L word and afraid to his own overhelming feelings for Cas...

Dean WANTS Cas.

And then Cas confessed his love... But he was terrified again... What to do? Words doesn't come as he wish to come... So... He gave him that gift, the mixtape.

Bc he has clear in his heart what he wants...

Remember that time when Sam and Dean were locked in the bunker... And they knew they were going to die? Remember Dean's face?

Gif credit @itsokaysammy

He doesn't want that... Now he knows... He wants retirement with his brother, his little Sammy, his constant love, his safe refuge. And Cas...

When you were gone... I wanted to be gone too...

And then Cas came back... And words were worst than ever... Wrong, mistaken, words like enemies in his own mouth.

And the fear... The horrible fear to loose him again... So... "Just don't die again."

I'm learning my lesson, I'm really trying to reach you... Just wait for me.

Now is Dean in this season, post possession, working his traumas and growing up slowly, so the last chapter was so important for him, bc he was reliving his father issues, one of the big question he has to go through, fight and win, to love himself as he is... And 14x05 was about Father issues, and fears, but it was too about LOVE AND TALK. Bc Mary was mirroring Cas all the time, and the talk she had with Sam in the Forrest, I would love to think is more than a desire, but a foreshadow for Dean and Cas.

So this TALK is something that these two own each other...

That's why was Mary saying: "We are always hunting" or... "He doesn't talk too much." Or more... "Do you think I should try to find out?"

I think it was @dimples-of-discontent who talked about Dean's bag... and we heard him in this episode saying he make a baggage with all his past, traumas and feelings... and graphically, this beautiful escene about confidence and trust, Cas going straight to Dean's heavy baggage of feelings, should we take this as a foreshadow for the Talk we are waiting for them? Should Cas trying to figure out what's inside Dean's baggage? Break all his walls? Break him free from his emotional prison?

Dean, talk with Cas as you talked with Mary that time... You need this...

And then... Another thing that make think about another TALK foreshadow... Sasha.

Sasha was mirroring Dean too, and Dean was trying to talk with her about her Dad issues... And this was a very symbolic scene bc... She began saying she doesn't like "heart to heart" talk, is like Dean speaking here, with all about the L word.

Although this first thing she said..., She ended open up and talk about her past, feelings and trauma. So I interpreted this as another foreshadow for our Destiel heart.

To conclude, I want to mention Mary and Bobby finally having "The talk", she was healing Bobby's wounds in his body and in his soul. And thought... I hope Dean could open like this to Cas... Finally saying what he's feeling, letting Cas to heal his soul... That would be beautiful.

So... This is our Destiel Logic... Loving the good things, and the bad things. With unspoken words that should be saying... Could it be this new episodes foreshadow for this talk? I want to believe that they are... Who wants to believe it with me?

Tagging

@emblue-sparks @mrsaquaman187 @magnificent-winged-beast @cheerstofandomfamily @agusvedder @dustythewind @evvvissticante @navajolovesdestiel @jenabean75 @silvie111 @lykanyouko

And everyone who want to discuss!! Please feel free to do it!

Buenos Aires, November 14th 2018 03:58 PM

[stinkyies]

realized i can't not be with you

rating: pg-13

word count: 3,887

summary: dan and phil are crew members on fall out boys tour

notes: i had to scrap my original fic idea bc it was kicking my ass and i didnt think i would be able to finish it and i never wrote something that long before so i wrote this instead in about a week and i would love to thank @yourfriendlyblogstalker for being my beta (for both fics) and having to deal with my shitty grammar (for both fics like this girl deserves a medal) written for @phandomficfests tour fic fest

ao3 link

Fall Out Boy, Mania Tour, US 2017

“Soundcheck on Hold Me Tight. Is the band ready?” Marianne, Fall Out Boy’s stage manager asks.

The four men on stage look at each other and give her the thumbs up. As she turns away from them, she squints up at the lighting and sound booth that is so far away from where she is standing.

“Lighting, are you ready?” She asks into her headset.

“One sec,” Phil replies into the microphone in the booth, pressing and turning some buttons and dials on the board, “one of the controls isn't working but I almost got it.”

She rolls her eyes and even though Phil can’t see her from the side of the stage, he could sense that she did it. She changes the channel of her mic and says something as she flips through the pages of her clipboard. She changes her channel back to reach the booth at the back.

“Sound, are you ready?”

“Yeah just helping Phil with the lights,” Tyler says while fiddling around with some of the wires.

“Tyler if you're on sound, why the hell are you helping with lighting. Literally, the one thing you said you couldn't do tech-wise at your job interview was lighting.”

“Chill, I'm literally just handing him the wires, I think I can manage that.”

“You better be able to manage it.”

Tyler and Marianne have this whole bit where they pretend to hate each other but they would probably take a bullet for the other. The little time they have known each other somehow created this insane friendship that Phil wishes he had. Well, he obviously has friends, but he never really found someone he was able to click with like they had. Tyler and Marianne are practically soulmates without the actual romantic love involved. Maybe Phil’s just that lonely.

Just then, a tall man with a mess of brown curls comes running up to the booth holding a box with a bunch of wires hanging out of it.

“I found a bunch of these in the back of the venue.”

“Dan, did you steal those wires?”

“No, Tyler, I simply took them without permission. Besides I can just put them back after the show is finished.”

Dan doesn't realize how close he's standing to the booth microphone because suddenly, Dan admitting he stole like $2,000 in lighting equipment is loudly echoing off of the walls. He's pretty sure most of the venue staff heard him say it.

“DAN, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?” Marianne screams so loudly that she doesn’t need to talk into her mic. It’s practically as loud as Dan’s theft confession. Meanwhile, the band on stage is practically laughing their asses off. They are lying down on the ground clutching their stomachs because this is too goddamn awkward and it shouldn't be this funny but… it is.

“Well, the system needs an 850P wire and our only one broke so I found a box and…. Ya know…. Just snagged one?”

“Dan, Phil just said the controls aren't working. He didn't say we need a new wire.”

“Yeah but it wasn't working because it wasn't the correct wire,” Dan pushes Phil and Tyler out of the way. “I got this.” Dan rummages through the box and pulls out the correct one. It’s tangled with a bunch of other wires. “I can't get this unknotted. Phil, can you help me?” Phil nods and grabs the wire where Dan is holding it. Their hands brush together. Well barely brush together but Phil swears he felt something electric. Then again, it might have been the wire. Phil unknots it and hands it back to Dan.

“Thanks,” Dan says with a smile. A smile that makes Phil weak in the knees. A smile that you can’t not fall in love with. As Dan turns back and rearranges the wires, Phil is blushing like a teenager. Tyler looks at Phil and smiles as he rolls his eyes. Tyler beckons Phil to bend down and he whispers in his ear that “we need to talk at lunch.” Phil nods and looks back at Dan. Dan plugs in the wire, plays with some dials, and lights turn on.

“Finally!” Dan's smile is huge. Phil thinks it's adorable that Dan is getting this excited about stealing a wire and fixing the system. He’s always found Dan attractive, since the start of the tour, but since Dan switched from sound to lighting, he's all Phil can think about. Before Dan would just be backstage playing with the amp volumes. Now he's in the booth with Phil and Tyler. Phil already knows one thing about the curly haired man.

He's fucking gone for him.

They have an hour for lunch so Phil and Tyler decide to walk to a diner with a few other people. And Dan. Phil had to drag Dan along because Dan just wanted some pizza but he convinced him to come with them. Dan agreed but some of the other people in the group wanted Dan to join them and Phil let him go. He didn't really know the other people so well but he wanted Dan there in case he got the courage to talk to him. Besides him and Tyler needed to talk anyway.

About him.

The second they both sit down at their little table, Tyler starts to talk. After the waitress took their order of course.

“How long?”

“How long… what?”

“Phil, stop trying to divert the question. C'mon,” he lightly shoves Phil in the shoulder. “Spill.”

“I mean I always kinda liked him but… this is the first time I get to actually interact with him without having to actually go up to him?”

“I'm ashamed of myself. I usually catch on to these things quickly.”

“I am good at hiding myself.”

“That's why literally everyone thought you were straight until you said you wanted to fuck Thor a little too loudly that night.”

“Don't remind me. They still don’t stop tormenting me,” Phil says putting his hands in his face over-dramatically.

“On the bright side Dan was into that, I think.”

“You really think Dan is gay?”

“Not gay because Jordan walked in on Lexi the intern giving him a blowjob the day before tour started but I would definitely say bi or something.”

“Do you think he's still with Lexi?”

“Nah they don't talk much- it was totally a one night stand. You'd be fine.”

Phil is about to open his mouth and say something but he is interrupted by the waitress bringing over their drinks. She walks away and Phil just looks down at his cup of soda, still feeling disappointed. And very discouraged. He traces the rim of the cup with his finger.

“What if he only thinks of me as a one night stand?”

“Then you have to make it more than a one night stand.”

“Does Dan seem like the type of guy that would only be into one night stands?”

“Nah he's a softie. Trust me. I dated a guy who was only into to hookups and it did not end well.”

“How do you even date someone who is only into casual sex?”

“You don't.”

Phil looks across the restaurant. His eyes land on the body that is sticking up from the booth the most, because of his height. With those fucking brown curls he just wants to thread his fingers through. Dan is smiling and laughing at what someone said. Fuck. Phil would love to be the cause of that smile. Dan's eyes travel upwards and settle on Phil’s. He gives a slight wave to Phil then focuses his attention back at the people he's sitting with.

“Maybe you should go over and talk to him.”

“With all of those people around? No thanks, I think that would kind of ruin the point.”

Without saying a word, Tyler grabs his drink and gets out of the booth. He walks over to Dan and whispers something in his ear. Dan gives people at the table a wink and one looks at Phil and his friends start to make kissy faces at him. Dan rolls his eyes, grabs his drink and trades seats with Tyler.

“Tyler said something about wanting to work on lighting ideas?”

“Did he actually?”

“What answer are you looking for mate?”

“The one he wants,” Phil replied flatly while gesturing at Tyler.

Dan gives a little smirk and sits down across from him. From the outside, Phil looks calm and composed, maybe a little red, but on the inside he’s chaos. At least at the lighting booth, Tyler is there with the both of them to keep Phil from doing anything stupid. Besides, it's dark during the actual show so Phil would be able to hide his face from Dan and during the show it's loud. Very loud. If Phil says anything strange there's a good chance it will be gone in favor of a stadium full of screaming fans. Here he can't. Here he is sitting right across from him under very bright fluorescent lights. Anything little he says or does, it’s on full display for Dan. He loves this and hates it at the same time. Dan seems very relaxed. Like a friend who just wanted to talk to him about his lighting idea. Phil knows there's a part of him that knows that was just a setup to get them to talk. But he doesn't mention it. Obviously.

“Really why did he call me over? You're a bad liar, Lester.”

Fuck. He knows. Phil knows he is a horrible liar but secretly hopes that Dan is too oblivious to realize. Why does he always go after the ones with common sense?

“Just wanna get to know you, that's all.”

Dan gives him this look like he is disappointed in him. Well not really in him but more in his flirting skills. Phil has never been the best at flirting- usually, he awkwardly fumbles with his words until the person talking to him would get frustrated and walk away. He wishes he could be better at it but the best flirting technique with the best person at flirting ever- isn’t enough to get the man of his dreams to like him.

“What do you need to know?”

“Just the casual stuff. Friends hobbies, etc,” If you're single. “Like I wanna be on a first name basis.”

“This is your way of making friends? No normal conversation?” Dan’s being a cocky shit and he knows it, and he isn't trying to be mean to Phil, just trying to tease him. But it still hurt Phil’s feelings a little bit. Dan sees a flash of pain across Phil’s face.

“Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was just joking- sorry. I guess. Fuck. Normally I'm better at this.” Better at this. Better at this? What the fuck did that mean? Did that mean the way I think it meant? Question after question start forming in Phil's brain at rapid fire. A smirk starts to creep up on his face.

“Better at what?”

“Don't play dumb Lester.” Two can play at that game.

“Better at flirting with cute boys?”

Dan's face quickly drains of its color. And not in the good way. Not in the my crush is admitting that he likes me kind of way. More in the I have just seen a ghost type of way. Dan quickly stands up, walks over to his original table, takes out his wallet and throws $10 down, and practically runs out of the restaurant.

Everyone sitting at Dan's original table is staring at Phil. Phil is staring back at them. What the fuck just happened? Tyler sees what happened and walks back to Phil and sits down.

“What the hell just happened Phil?!”

“I'm trying to figure it out myself.”

Tyler gives him a look that says you better fucking tell me because this is your one shot at getting him back and you better not waste it.

“So I was trying? To flirt with him?”

“Wow, Phil so descriptive. Really helps me, I totally know how to fix your problem.”

Phil explains to Tyler about what just happened between him and Dan. When he gets to the last part, Tyler's eyes go wide.

“YOU WHAT?!”

“Shhh Tyler we’re in a restaurant, stop screaming.”

“Phil, that's the last thing you ask when flirting, NOT THE FIRST.”

“Why didn't you tell me that?”

“You told me you have had boyfriends in the past, I thought you would know shit like this by now.”

Phil shrugs his shoulders sadly. “Guess not.” He looks down and the waitress brings over their food. They both thank her as she puts it down and walks away. Tyler starts eating his burger happily while Phil just pokes at his waffles.

“Not hungry Phil?”

“Not anymore, lost my appetite I guess.” Phil pauses before continuing. “Tyler, I just want to know why he reacted the way he did.”

“Maybe its been a while since he has dated a boy. Maybe he's never actually had a boyfriend before.” Maybe he doesn't want to be outed like that.“There's a lot of reasons.”

“But when I have gone on dates with blokes, that's never happened.”

“Do the guys know it’s a date?” “Yes, obviously.”

“Did Dan know?”

“I don't know, considering you asked him to come over.” Phil knew he was being an ass but he is mad about Tyler playing a role in driving away his crush.

“I thought you knew how to flirt not whatever the hell that was.”

“What did you whisper to Dan?”

“I told him that you wanted to talk to him about lights and I emphasized the word talk. I didn't say anything stupid, Phil.”

Phil puts his head in his hands. “I can't believe I messed this whole thing up!”

Tyler walks over to Phil’s side of the table and places a comforting hand on his back. “It’s okay Phil, there's an easy way to fix this.”

“What?”

“Actually talking about it.”

“Tyler that's what got us into this whole mess. I doubt that’s how it's gonna get us out.”

“I mean talk to him, not flirt, dipshit.”

“I just want to win him back.”

“Phil, you never had him to begin with.”

Phil shot him a dirty glare. “Ok fine, you can win him back.” Tyler put air quotes around on ‘back’. Phil gave him a smile.

“What do I say to him?”

“Just have an actual conversation: apologize about the comment, explain that you wanna go out him,” Tyler leaned close to him, “ask him out, be cute, if he says no, be sweet.” Tyler leaned out and into his previous position, “and just like be a normal human being. Think you can manage that?”

“Not really.”

“Then you're set!”

Back at the arena, Phil finds Dan toying around on the switchboard, turning the stage area pink, to green, to red, to blue, to any color available. Phil taps him on the shoulder and Dan turns around. His facial expression was neutral until he saw that Phil was standing behind him. His line of a mouth turned into something of a frown, eyes squinting.

“What do you want Phil?”

“I just want to talk.”

“Are you gonna screw that up again?” Phil brushes Dan’s slightly harsh comment off, but it still hit him a tiny bit.

“I want to apologize about earlier.” Dan scans Phil’s body, up and down, and without saying a word, drags Phil by the arm out of the booth, through the venue, and into a little janitors closet near one of the stage entrances. He slams the door behind him and turns on the one light that hangs down from the ceiling. Even though Dan is pretty pissed off, the soft yellow light frames his face and hair perfectly.

“Talk.”

“Alright um.. So I.. so..” Phil was slightly nervous before but he was able to cover it up. But now he can't even get out a word without freezing up. Phil is shaking and Dan could probably tell. Not really because of the light, but because they are standing so close together. Phil’s not even sure if his nerves are because of the confrontation or him and Dan standing so close. Phil looks into Dan’s beautiful brown eyes and Dan’s expression goes soft. Dan is obviously still mad but he has a heart. He can tell Phil is freaking out.

“Phil it's okay, just tell me what you were going to say.” Dan's voice is soft and soothing. Like a warm fuzzy blanket on a cold day. It calms Phil but the fact that his crush is relaxing him doesn't go unchecked.

“I, so, I’m really sorry about earlier. I honestly wasn't thinking clearly and I didn’t realize you didn't like me like that, or like boys like that for that matter anyway, and I realize I was probably picking up on the wrong signals and fuck and I-”

“Phil I'm not mad at that.”

“What do you mean?” What even did he mean? Was he not being mad at Phil for thinking he likes boys? For picking up something totally different? Is he mad at himself? Was he just overreacting?

“I’m- okay I don't really know how to say this- I like you too.” This confuses Phil even more.

“Why is this a problem?” Phil’s nerves are almost completely gone. But Dan is growing more and more anxious by the second. It's almost as if Phil’s anxiety is being sucked out of him and moved into Dan.

“I-I'm not really ready to be out yet, fuck.”

“Are you not out to anyone?” What he meant to ask was ‘are you really not out to anyone’ but he didn't add the really in it because he doesn't know what his home life is like and doesn't want to come off as a jackass.

“My family and close friends know- and they're super supportive and shit- but I think it's because I don't really feel that it has to be everyone's business- like, okay, like after this tour ends I’m probably never going to see any of these people again. Why should these random people get to know something extremely personal?”

“Yeah, I get where you're coming from. But if you don't want everyone ‘knowing’, you could just live out of the closet not come out of it.”

“That's true but that's a whole big process and what if the people I’m surrounded with don't accept me, then I have to spend like 3 months stuck with them on a tiny tour bus with them hating my guts just because I make comments about guys and I tend to shag them once in a blue moon.”

“Touche.” Dan gives a little chuckle and his face falls flat again. Phil cups the side of Dan’s cheek and runs his thumb over his cheek.

“I really wasn't thinking about the ‘cute boys’ comment. I didn't realize who was around us and how loud I said it and what your situation might be. If it makes you feel better I accidentally screamed I want to sleep with Thor in front of everyone and they keep teasing me about it. On the bright side, they aren't like homophobes about it.”

“That's good. I did find it very funny when you said that.”

“Not you too!” Dan started to laugh and he is getting calmer, his nerves are finally chilling out.

“I want to start this whole thing over. Is that okay? Dan?”

“Yes. I would love that.” They give each other small, but sweet smiles. Phil keeps his hand on Dan’s cheek and Dan’s arms wrap around Phil’s waist. Their foreheads touch. They stay like that for a little bit. Silent, not moving, enjoying each other's presence. Phil is about to move his head up to press his lips against Dan’s when Phil’s phone loudly interrupts him.

“Seriously? At this bloody moment!?” Phil says while Dan laughs at Phil’s over- dramaticness.

“Phil, what does it say?”

“We have to get back to rehearsal.” They walk back to the stage mostly in silence. Phil is brushing his arm against Dan’s, on purpose, just to feel him next to him. It feels like sparks and softness. Phil never wants it to end. He just wants to take Dan’s arm and hold it close to his chest, both of his arms keeping Dan’s close. But he doesn't. Because Dan isn't ready. Even though it practically pains Phil not to touch him it probably pains Dan even more for Phil to be touching him like that in public. And Phil is completely fine with that.

“Dan, Phil! Where the hell are you guys? We were supposed to start rehearsal 15 minutes ago! We were looking everywhere for you!”

“Marianne, me and Phil were just out talking. We’re sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.” Dan’s voice is reassuring, unlike the shaky wreck it was just a few minutes ago.

“You boys better have been talking across the city because I don't want to hear any damn excuses! Get back in the booth and get ready.” They both run into the booth and share a secret smile while fitting on their headsets. Tyler notices, smiles and nudges Phil on the shoulder.

“What happened?”

Phil smiles in Dan’s direction. “Nothing. Nothing happened.”

The music is loud and pumping. It's so dark in the venue but the stage is so bright that it’s practically blinding. The energy in the air is electrifying. The fans are just as loud as the band.

“So hold me tight. Hold me tight or don't.” Patrick almost screams into the mic. The fans shout back.

“I got too high again. Realized I can't not be with you. Or be just your friend. I love you to death But I just can't, I just can't pretend. We were lovers first confidants but never friends. Were we ever friends?”

Phil looks over at Dan, who is bouncing along with the crowd. He smiles as he plays with the switchboard.

“But when your stitch comes loose, I wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you, you.” Patrick sings as Dan looks back at Phil, who has been looking at Dan the whole time. Dan moves closer to Phil, tilts up his chin and kisses him. It's so dark that no one would really see, besides who the hell is looking at the lighting crew anyway? Everyone's attention is on the band playing in front of them. The song itself isn't that romantic, but to them, it feels like a love song. Tyler saw them kiss and starts laughing at them. Dan rolls his eyes at Tyler but Tyler gives Phil a high five.

“You finally did it!” Tyler mouths to Phil. Phil can't help but be proud of himself. His crush likes him back. AND he got him to kiss him. What isn't there to be proud of?

The kiss is a simple gesture. It was small and no one noticed. Maybe that’s why it's so special. It’s a start- a small start, but a good start.

And that's all that matters.

[silverynight]

Hi! May I ask for a Gramander story? Like, Newt lives with his father, a horrible and cruel man who hurts him but the boy meets Percy and he finds comfort in Percival, who helps him and hugs him? Maybe it's a little long but it's my first request and I would be so happy and tomorrow is my birthday so I can't sleep bc I'm nervous!!! Anyway. Thanks for your time. 💜💜💜💜

Percival never told anyone that when he knew he wanted to become an auror he also realized he was in love.

It was summer break and Percival only had 17 years old at the time; everyone was pressuring him to choose what path he was going to take to keep with his professional life, the truth was that he wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to end up working in something he didn’t like.

So he used to apparate in the woods, he enjoyed the peace that brought the nature to his mind. But one particular afternoon he discovered that peace was not the only good thing he could find in the woods; wildness and chaos were good too.

Because that was Newt to him; a mess in reddish curls with a wild personality that for some reason was completely irresistible to him.

Newt was 15 when he met him; Percival likes to close his eyes and try to recall that afternoon as best as he can, he enjoys drowning himself in every detail and sound he heard that day.

“Hey! Have you seen any wampus around here?” Percival got startled and immediately took his wand out his pocket; there was no one in front of him nor behind. So, where that voice had come from?

“I’m up here! Hi! My name’s Newt!” And then Percival saw one of the most beautiful boys he had ever seen sitting on a branch; a warm smile spread all over his features, on a face completely covered by adorable freckles. He jumped down the tree and walked towards him.

“Percival,” he blurted out his name after blinking like an idiot.

“Are you looking for a wampus too? You see, I read a book about them and it said they were common in these lands and since it’s my first time in America I thought I could go out and see one.”

Newt couldn’t stay still, even when talking with someone, he was constantly moving around, gesturing with his hands as he explained something he was passionate about. Percival loved that about him.

“Do you want to come with me?” He asked, Percival must’ve been quite distracted by the boy’s eyes because he didn’t know where they were going to go. Still, there was just one possible answer.

“Yes.”

They didn’t find any wampus that day, nor the next days they saw each other, but they enjoyed so much being together, they stopped caring about anything else.

Those were happy days for him, until he saw the marks. Newt had rolled up his sleeves because he had sworn he saw a bowtruckle and wanted to climb a tree to see it; just when Percival looked down to help Newt, his eyes caught the purple marks on his skin.

Percival Graves might be young, but he knew abuse; his mother’s friend used to come to the house and cry over her shoulder until she decided to report it. But it lasted long for Percival to learn that abuse was marks of fingertips over the skin, a black eye, a bruised lip or harsh words followed by a rough voice begging for forgiveness.

“Newt?”

The boy blushed when he followed the direction of his glance and quickly covered his arms again.

“It’s nothing,” he said, dismissing the subject with a wave of his hand. “I’m clumsy and I bump into things all the time.”

Percival was also familiar with that kind of response, but he didn’t pressure him. Without another word he approached Newt and hugged him, it only took a couple of seconds for the boy to finally relax in his arms. Percival knew in that moment, just when Newt buried his face in his neck, that he wanted to protect him and take care of him for the rest of his life. He also realized he wanted to do something for the people who couldn’t do it for themselves, he wanted to punish those who used power to hurt and abuse others.

He was going to be an auror.

Percival didn’t brought up that again, but he reminded Newt he could count on him, he could tell him anything and he’d try his best to help him. He also watched the boy closely, looking for any indication the situation was getting worse, because he was going to do something if that was the case.

Then, slowly, Newt started to trust him enough to tell him about the ‘incidents’ that happened in his house; he didn’t mention who was abusing him, but the details Percival made him think about a father figure.

“I was expelled from Hogwarts and he got mad,” he sobbed and Percival caressed his back whispering in his ear that he was not a failure, that he was brilliant and passionate and studying magical creatures was not something to be ashamed of.

“You have to report it, Newt. This is not okay.”

The boy shook his head, he was family; his mother had died, Theseus (his brother) was in England and he was the only one taking care of Newt.

“He’s sorry,” he said. “Told me he’d never do it again.”

Percival sighed and pulled Newt even closer. How to explain him that abusers always promised that and they never changed?

Then one day he saw Newt with a black eye and Percival decided, with the blood boiling in his veins, he had had enough.

“He usually doesn’t punched me in the face, it’s one of his rules,” Newt mumbled. “But he was so angry this time he forgot.”

“Take me to him,” Percival growled. “I’ll talk with him.”

But he wasn’t planning on just talking.

“No, Percy… please.”

“Newt, this has to stop. You can’t live like that. It’s not… He’s hurting you.”

“He’s sorry!”

They ended up arguing; Percival didn’t know what to do to help Newt. He thought about reporting it himself, but just when he suggested it Newt ran away and he never came back to the woods.

Later he found out he and his father went back to England.

Newt’s absence broke his heart.

***

It didn’t take long for Percival Graves to get a reputation; he was starting working as an auror at MACUSA and yet everyone who worked with him knew he was very strict, but he was especially harsh on abusers.

There were many rumors surrounding that fact, but none of them were close enough to him to confirm or deny them.

“Why you always look so grumpy, Graves?” Seraphina Picquery, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, asked him, joking.

To which Percival only growled in response, making her chuckle.

“Your lover left you or what?”

She was just kidding; they all started to joke around each other when a case was particularly difficult to relax and help them keep focused. But Percival couldn’t hold back his reaction, his lips twisted down, his eyes darkened in sorrow.

And Picquery noticed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine.” He cut her off. But it wasn’t. Newt wasn’t his lover, but Percival loved him. And he ran away because he didn’t know how to handle the situation. He had failed him.

One night when they arrested five wizards for trafficking, he saw him again. Newt still had the same innocence when he was a teenager, but also had a fire in his eyes, his passion had grown and Percival could see it in the way he was curled up around the demiguise; he was protecting him.

He was breathtaking.

“Percy?” His eyes sparkled when he saw him and Percival grinned from ear to ear.

“Newt.”

Percival had no other choice, he helped Newt, ignored the case he had (because if what he told him was true, then he had broken at least ten laws just by carrying that thing around). He also defended him in front of the President and the Director, Picquery, who’s eyebrows quirked up when she saw Newt.

They let him go and because Newt had nowhere to go he accepted Percival’s offer of spending the night at his house.

“That’s the one, right?” Seraphina smirked, knowingly.

“Yes,” he sighed and took a confused Newt by the arm and apparated with him outside of his home.

“I’m sorry. For leaving like that,” Newt mumbled that night, after thanking him many times for helping him.

“It’s okay. You were afraid. I understand,” Percival said, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he saw another bruise and it looked recent. “You still live with him?”

Newt nodded, the movement, cold, almost mechanic.

“I’m not there that much though. I’m always traveling.”

Percival stared at him and caressed his cheeks, Newt blushed a beautiful shade of red, but didn’t move away.

“I know you don’t want to report, but that doesn’t mean you still have to go back to him.”

“I have nowhere else to go, Theseus’ flat is small and he’d wonder why I’m not with our father. He doesn’t know,” he said and Percival felt a little lighter because at least this time Newt wasn’t trying to deny it.

“You can stay here, with me,” Percival blurted out.

“You’ve done enough for me already, I wouldn’t want to-”

“Stay.” Percival pleaded. “I want you to live with me.”

A few tears fell down from Newt’s eyes, but there was a soft smile when he threw himself at the auror’s arms.

“Thank you,” was the whisper Percival heard and he was happy to find out it was like the time hadn’t passed between the two.

***

Months passed; howlers and letters came demanding Newt to come back and Percival was glad to see that Newt was more secure, more firm in his responses and his refusal to return to England.

He made friends with the people of MACUSA; by the end of the first month everybody knew him because he started to bring Percival lunch and without realizing it, he became MACUSA’s unofficial consultant when it came to magical creatures.

Seraphina liked him, not only because he was adorable, but because he was her favorite thing to tease Percival Graves.

Everybody knew Percival was in love, except Newt. But he didn’t want to talk to him about it yet, he wanted to give him enough time for him to heal.

“You’re an idiot,” Seraphina huffed. “Just tell him you love him already.”

But he didn’t, not that night at least. Newt was the one who started their first kiss a week later and took Percival’s breath away that he couldn’t actually say what he felt, he whispered it over Newt’s lips instead.

By the time Theseus came to visit his brother Newt and Percival were engaged. Although that didn’t make the British auror a happy man, at least he approved. Of course, that was the last thing that crossed his mind after Newt talked to him about their father.

Percival was with Newt the whole time, he knew how difficult it was for him to admit what his father did to anyone who wasn’t Percival, it was even worse because it was his own brother.

He felt almost relieved when he saw that Theseus believed him, although he understood how difficult it was for him to accept the fact that his father was an abuser and he never noticed.

“I’m sorry, Newt,” Theseus said, voice broken.

“It’s not your fault, 'Seus.”

They found out later that Theseus had challenged his own father in a duel and won quickly and everything happened in front of his co-workers. And although Percival agreed with Newt that wasn’t the way to solve things, he was secretly pleased and took a mental note to send Theseus a bottle of wine on his birthday.

***

A year into their marriage, they met a child on the streets; he was just five but was very smart for his age as Newt noticed every time he talked to him.

He was also going to be a very good wizard, judging by the magic Newt felt around him.

Newt also was the first to notice the problem; he had experienced that same fear he saw every day in Credence’s eyes. He had known the pain caused by marks if violence, same marks he had seen on Credence’s little fingers.

New​t didn’t have to say anything, Percival was the one that suggested it; they were going to adopt the kid.

They face some problems because the child was in a muggle orphanage, but the court ended up giving them the custody of the kid because Percival was the Director of Magical Security by then and he was important in America and also because President Picquery helped as well.

It took some time for Credence to adjust to his new home, but he already liked them both so it wasn’t so hard, at least not to accept them. Although Newt had to help him to overcome the nightmares and panic caused by the abuse.

Percival discovered, with a fond grin, that he had a natural talent, as his Dad, to take care of magical creatures.

“Look, Papa!” Credence ran towards him as soon as he opened the door. “I found your watch. Niff had stolen it!”

Percival rolled his eyes, but chuckled anyway.

“Where’s your Dad?”

“Over here!” Newt was tickling the thief and scolding him for the things he had found in the fur of his belly. “Why? And how by Merlin’s beard did you manage to escape from the case?”

When Newt finished and the Niffler returned to his nest, he walked towards his husband and welcomed him with a kiss.

It was nights like that, with Newt kissing him slowly, Credence spreading his arms for Newt to pick him up and hugging them both by putting his palms over the his parents heads, when Percival thanked Mercy Lewis for making him apparate in that particular forest when he was just 17 years old.

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I hope you have a very happy birthday, anon!