Tuesday: Family

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Hi! I’m brumeier, and today's theme is FAMILY! Prompts can be anything, so long as they’re family-related (blood-related family, found family, team as family, etc).

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Any Team, the different ways they become family to each other
+ Harry Potter, Harry Potter + Dudley Dursley, getting reacquainted as adults
+ Any, Any, family secret brought to light

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Stargate Multiverse, Evan Lorne + the whole gang, Evan usually does the grocery shopping on his own, but every once in a while the whole household joins him…much to his dismay

No fill...

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...but BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh god, I can just see this!

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Stargate Atlantis, Any Team, the different ways they become family to each other

Fill 1/2: Lorne's Team (SGA teams have no numbers!) + a bit of Night World

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(Ignoring the fact that canonically at least two of these dudes are dead)

It was stupid, but Stevens kinda liked being on cleaning duty. Basically everyone who wasn’t a team leader had to do it at least once, Marines and Air Force alike, but even now that Stevens was leader of his own team, he still pitched in with Walker, Coughlin, and Reed when it was their turn to clean. Teldy had never gotten around to rearranging the cleaning schedules, so old teams fell back in together, some minus their leaders, some not. Stevens liked cleaning duty because it reminded him of family, of home. He and his sister had been bounced to lot of foster homes growing up, but their caseworker had been good enough to keep them together, and Stevens had always appreciated that. He knew his best chance of staying in one home for a long time was to be good at chores, so he and Lily would buckle down and clean together, singing as they went. Stevens had always linked music and physical activity. Made things like running or marching less mindless. Back at basic, he’d always had the best jody calls. Lily had called him a poet. It was the closest he’d ever had to having his own band.

Walker didn’t like cleaning, didn’t like it one bit, but he’d grown up the youngest of a dozen sisters or something equally ridiculous, and he did like to sing. Thing was, his very conservative Christian parents hadn’t let anyone in the house listen to the radio or watch television, so he’d grown up with a carefully curated (read: Rated G) collection of movies, most of which were musicals, and the majority of those were Disney cartoons at best. When he was feeling particularly peevish about cleaning duty, he’d sing Hard Knock Life from Annie or one of the prisoner songs from Les Miserables or something else mournful and sad. At least he had a good singing voice.

Reed didn’t like cleaning, and he didn’t like singing, but he did like cooking, was happiest when they were on KP duty (he liked KP even more than he liked going offworld, which was just bizarre). So he put up with Stevens and his criticisms of other people’s scrubbing skills, and he hummed along tunelessly when Walker sang, and when they got into the kitchen, he took the lead. Chopping, stirring, mixing, directing. He couldn’t make fancy food like Major Lorne could, but everything he made tasted good, and there was always lots of it. Stevens never came away from a Reed-made meal unsatisfied, and he was never hungry twenty minutes later, not even when Reed made Chinese.

Coughlin didn’t like cleaning, and he didn’t like cooking, but he liked people. He was incapable of being alone. When they were first shipping over on the Daedalus, he’d followed Major Lorne everywhere, asking him questions about the SGC and Atlantis and Pegasus and, when those questions finally ran out, about the major himself. As long as he got to be with his team, he didn’t care what they were doing, so long as they were nearby and he could do a quick headcount and reassure himself they were all there. At first Stevens had found it really irritating, that he never had a moment to himself, that the second he felt like he could relax, Coughlin would appear, begging for conversation the way a dog begged for a game of fetch. Eventually, Stevens learned that Coughlin didn’t need to be entertained for long, that as long as he was in the same room as someone else, he could sit quietly and entertain himself, read a book or something else.

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Harry Potter, Harry Potter + Dudley Dursley, getting reacquainted as adults

Fill!

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"But Daddy," James says, "why can't I have a racing broom like Cousin Molly?"

Harry sighs patiently. "How old is Cousin Molly?"

"'Leven."

"And how old are you?"

"Five." James pouts. He inherited his pout from Ginny, and Harry isn't quite immune to it yet.

"When did Mummy say you could have your first racing broom?"

"When I turn 'leven."

"And no sooner." Harry holds out his hand. "Now come on, how about some ice cream?"

James eyes Harry's hand like he's genuinely contemplating refusing ice cream, and then a woman says,

"Harry Potter! A word, if you please!"

Heads turn at Harry's name.

He ducks instinctively, ruffles his fringe, but it's too late, they all recognize him, even with his scar covered. He scans the crowd, and there, in the doorway of the Leaky Cauldron, looking like Morticia Addams bathed in emeralds, is Pansy Parkinson.

And beside her is -

"Bloody hell," Harry says.

James crows. "Daddy said a bad word!"

"Dudley?" Harry asks, starting toward Pansy with shaky legs.

There's a little girl pressed up against Dudley's side. She has red hair, just like Lily Evans, and she has Dudley's blue eyes.

"Harry," Dudley said, "my little girl, Ivy. She - she's got m-m-magic."

Harry kneels down so he's eye-level with the little girl. She's pale and her eyes are puffy and red. She's been crying.

"Hello," he says. "I'm Harry, your dad's cousin. You can call me Uncle Harry, if you like. What's your name?"

"Ivy." Her voice is very soft.

"Ivy, this is my son, James. He's your cousin." Harry nudges James forward.

James peers at her, taking in her blue denim overalls and her pink trainers. "Are you a muggle?"

"No," Harry says, "she's a witch, just like Mum."

"Witches are scary," Ivy says.

Pansy makes an affronted sound.

"Not all of them, I promise," Harry says. He straightens up. "Where's her mother?" he asks in a low voice.

At the way Dudley's expression crumbles, Harry fears the worst. Did Ivy kill her mother with accidental magic?

"She's - gone." Dudley chokes on the last word. "Couldn't handle all Ivy was doing."

That's almost worst than her being dead.

"Well," Harry says, "we can handle magic just fine, can't we, Jamie?"

James nods. He smiles at Ivy. "You ever played Gobstones?"

Ivy shakes her head, ducking back behind her father shyly.

Harry offers a hand, like Draco Malfoy did to him years ago. "Come along, Dudley, and welcome to Diagon Alley."

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Any, Any, “You are born into a family. You do not join them like you do the Marines!”

Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse/Numb3rs/Criminal Minds prodigy college AU

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Jeannie was so, so embarrassed. She didn’t know why her parents had brought her along, seeing how they always left her behind for, well, everything else. Her and Rodney. And here they’d woken her up in the middle of the night and bustled her onto a plane and flown down here to California.

To yell at Meredith in front of all his friends in the dorms.

Well, probably not friends.

Roommates.

Or something. Jeannie shuddered at the thought of having to share a room with Meredith.

“You are born into a family. You do not join them like you do the Marines!” Mom snapped.

Dad was clutching her arm and wearing an expression of righteous indignation.

Jeannie hoped the floor would open up and swallow her.

Meredith stood in his doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a t-shirt that read I’m With Genius with an arrow pointing upward and his favorite plaid pajama pants. They were a little too short at the ankle. He’d grown again.

“I continue to be astounded at my own genius, given how you two are such idiots,” Meredith snarled. “I am not coming home for Thanksgiving because I am attending university in America, which does not celebrate Thanksgiving on the same day it’s celebrated in Canada. Furthermore, I hate the both of you and would rather stay here with the people I consider family.”

The door to Meredith’s left opened, and a boy poked his head out. He had a riot of dark curls and wide eyes and looked all of thirteen. “Rodney, some of us are trying to study.”

“Go to bed, Charlie. It’s past your bedtime,” Meredith snapped.

Charlie yawned. “You wanted me to work on those proofs for you. I’m almost done. I just can’t concentrate with all the noise.”

“Then put on your headphones and turn up your music.”

“Spencer says that’ll damage my ears.”

“You’re a teenager,” Meredith said. “You’re supposed to listen to loud music.”

“And stay up late,” Charlie added, and he smiled at Jeannie. “Hi! You must be Rodney’s little sister.”

Little? Jeannie was fourteen.

Charlie continued, “I recognized you from the pictures he has on his desk.”

Jeannie glanced at Meredith. He was blushing.

“Charlie, remember how Daniel talks to us about social boundaries?” Meredith asked through gritted teeth. “I’m drawing a boundary. Go back in your room. I’ll wrap this up.”

Charlie waved at Jeannie. “It’s nice to meet you!”

“Charlie!” Meredith snapped.

“Going, going.” And Charlie retreated to his room.

“You have to come home for Thanksgiving,” Mom snapped. “What will Jeannie think?”

“Jeannie’s standing right there, and judging by the look on her face - if you actually ever looked at her - Jeannie would have much rather preferred to stay home and for the both of you to leave her alone so she could have a nice Thanksgiving at Grandma McKay’s.”

Jeannie cringed, braced herself for getting yelled at, but Mom didn’t even turn to look at her.

“Meredith Rodney McKay, pack your things and come home now.”

“No!”

“You insolent child -!”

Someone crashed into Jeannie. She yelped and stumbled.

“Oh, no, I’m so, so sorry,” a boy said.

Jeannie turned. The boy behind her was maybe twelve, but taller than Charlie. He had long, floppy brown hair, glasses, and was wearing a button-down shirt and khakis.

“Spencer, perfect timing,” Meredith said.

Spencer turned, wide-eyed, to him. He was hugging a large book to his chest like some kind of shield. “For what?”

“Meet my sister, Jean, and my parents.” Meredith’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Hello, McKay Family,” Spencer said in a small voice. He hitched his book higher. “I’ll just - go to my room now.”

Meredith frowned. “Are you grounded?”

“No. Just -”

“Ah, Spencer, just the man I was looking for.” An older boy, maybe eighteen, came trotting up the hallway. He had blond hair and glasses and very pretty blue eyes.

Spencer said, “Am I grounded?”

The boy came up short. “What? No! I just have a question for you. I saw you reading a copy of Budge’s Egypt the other night, and - oh.” He paused, pushed his glasses up his nose. “Rodney, is everything all right?”

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Any, Any, family secret brought to light

Fill 1/3: Kings/SGA, David Shepherd POV

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David had never expected to feel like a stranger in the middle of planning his own coup. But he’d made his announcement of his and Jack’s plan - infiltrate Altar Palace, go to the king’s quarters, surround him in his bed and demand his surrender - and then been shunted aside in the shouting that ensued.

Well, David’s people were shouting. Jack’s people were looking quietly contemplative, murmuring to each other beneath the din. The long-haired scientist - Mitchell? Maxwell - and Jack’s 2IC, Captain Yuy, had their heads bowed close over a slim, rectangular gray device. Agatha and Abigail were trying to shout all the others down, but they couldn’t be heard over any of the others.

Jack looked amused. Major Lorne and Dr. Raberba were paging through that old leatherbound manual Jack had referenced in describing his plan, Raberba fascinated, Lorne worried.

“It can be done,” David said.

The others turned to look at him.

“There are secret tunnels in and out of the palace. It was how I escaped. Jack and I both know them,” David continued.

“If we don’t kill Silas,” Asa said, “we’ll never be rid of him. You saw what happened before. He practically rose from the dead!”

Jack’s people paused, raised their eyebrows.

“I didn’t think you had medical tech that was quite so advanced, sir,” said Sergeant Barton. He had red-brown hair and piercing green eyes. His expression was unreadable.

David had forgotten about politics and court, how everyone was so careful and polished. He’d been raised to wear his heart on his sleeve, as had Asa and Abigail and even Agatha. What was passion for him, what was a mission and a calling, was still politics for Jack - and the people he’d brought with him.

Jack’s mouth pulled into a moue of distaste, and David remembered the first time he saw Jack, really saw him, not as a wounded fellow soldier or that familiar-looking stranger lounging in a grey hoodie and expensive jeans in one of the many waiting rooms in the palace, but Prince Jack, in a perfectly-tailored suit, gray-blue eyes so blue, hair perfectly coiffed, his mouth red and full and only hinting at a smile.

Jack, just like Michelle, was beautiful.

“People forget that Silas Benjamin was a soldier before he was a king, and he’s a tough old man. It takes more than a few bullets to put him down,” Jack said.

“Only takes one bullet in the right place,” said Simeon. His family had been displaced from their farm in Port Prosperity. Like David, he’d lost father and brothers and friends in the Unification Wars.

“If we can get into the palace - me and my team plus David,” Jack said, “we can take control of the country from its seat of power.”

“But how?” Abigail pressed.

David said, “We can make him. Make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

For some reason, that made Jack’s men laugh. Even Lorne cracked a brief smile. He had dimples. He was handsome, in a wholesome way that didn’t even hold a candle to Jack.

Asa crossed his arms over his chest. “What would that offer be?”

David sucked in a breath. “We’d need to talk to Thomasina.”

“To get leverage on the old man?” Jack shook his head. “She’s too loyal. She’s his armour-bearer. She dies with him.” He reached out and tapped the book Lorne and Raberba were holding. “Who we want is former Chancellor Scolar.”

Lorne said, “Not everything has to be by the book.”

Jack caught David’s gaze, held it, but David wasn’t sure what message was trying to convey. “I know that. In the book, Jonathan and his brothers die on the slopes of Mount Gilboa, still loyal to their father The King. But enough things in the book are accurate enough that we’d best pay attention to them, hm?”

“Why Chancellor Scolar?” Leah asked. She was the sister of one of the men who’d been killed alongside Eli during that terrible protest over the Port Prosperity handover.

“Mother had him put out to pasture shortly after Gilboa declared war on Gath,” Jack said.

Asa frowned. “Chancellor Scolar was an old man. He retired.”

Jack’s smile was derisive.

Asa’s nostrils flared, and his hands curled into fists.

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Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard, The family you chose.

Fill 1/2: Oppie!verse

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While john could freely admit that this was the family he chose, the family he loved and would die for, sometimes he was terribly embarrassed by all of them. Like tonight. They'd invited Brenda and her mother over for dinner, ostensibly to get to know her and celebrate Tyler and Brenda’s relationship becoming official, and also because Tyler had asked Brenda to prom and Evan wanted to coordinate the big night. Evan, Cam, JD, and to a lesser extent Rodney, had been planning for two whole weeks to have Brenda's mother, who was a nurse, help with The Talk. Evan had had most of the conversations with her, and she was on board for it, but Cam, Evan, and JD had approached the event the way they'd once approached attack plans on an enemy base, and it was ridiculous.

They'd fussed over every single detail, from the arrangement of the chairs in the den to the post-dinner snacks and drinks available to visual aids. John, who didn’t really relish the thought of having this conversation with Tyler, didn’t think this much fuss was warranted either.

So after dinner, John and Rodney took care of the dishes while Evan and JD finished arrangements in the den and Cam conversed with Tyler, Brenda and Brenda’s mother Nadine. Tyler huddled on the loveseat with Brenda, looking happy and sated with Evan’s cooking.

“So, now what? Cards?”

“Now,” Nadine said, “we have the most awkward talk ever.”

Tyler’s eyes went wide, and he shot Cam a horrified look. “Cammie? What -”

Brenda rolled her eyes. “We have had this talk before, Mom.”

“Back when we had this talk you hadn’t even gotten your training bra and boyfriends were entirely theoretical,” Nadine said.

John, standing beside Rodney at the sink, watched Rodney, Cam, and JD all blush.

Evan was smiling gamely enough, and he set a tray of eclairs on the coffee table.

“Tyler and I haven’t done anything,” Brenda said.

Rodney looked up sharply from the dish he was rinsing. “I saw you two kissing!”

“Kissing, yes,” Brenda said. “But Tyler keeps his hands off my breasts and behind and I keep my hands off his penis and all is well.”

At the word ‘breasts’, Tyler squeaked and recoiled from Brenda so fast he fell off the loveseat. Rodney, Cam, and JD, blushed harder. Evan looked a bit pink around the ears too.
“It’s a rule in my house,” Nadine said. “If you cannot discuss sex openly with people you care about and trust, you shouldn’t be having it.”

Immediately Cam, JD, and Rodney, hunched their shoulders and looked shifty.

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Reign, Mary Stuart, Losing Francis, losing France.

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Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Meet the parents.

Fill 1/2: Oppie!verse, parent-teacher conferences

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Parent-teacher conferences were some of the roughest times of the year, rougher than midterms and finals. The actual administration of exams was fairly simply. Making the exams beforehand was rough, grading them after was rough. But none of that was nearly as rough as parent-teacher conferences, partially because not nearly as many parents showed up as the others would have liked, and what parents did show up tended to want to complain. Loudly, angrily, and at length.

Rodney had volunteered to show up to Tyler’s parent-teacher conference for his final semester as his ‘parent’ because all of his other parents were teachers and needed elsewhere (before he was adopted, Fiona had gone to parent-teacher conferences for him). Since Tyler was living in a household full of teachers - and a future Nobel Laureate - he was very disciplined about his schoolwork, even if he struggled in some subjects, and Rodney anticipated that all of his teachers would have positive reports about him. Rodney’s brilliance in school had led to clashes with the teachers, not that his parents had gone to conferences anyway, so he’d never had good reports, but Tyler wasn’t Rodney.

Rodney dressed nicely, brought a notebook to take notes and a folder to hold any paperwork he was given, and showed up at the appointed time. He lingered with the other parents in the cafeteria where stations were set up for parents to meet with each teacher. Someone had organized calendars so every parent could see every one of their child’s teachers. Rodney accepted his calendar graciously and scanned the crowd, but he didn’t see Sasha’s parents, who Cam had warned him about. Good for him and Cam and the others, but bad for Sasha. Chances were her Aunt would come, though. Rodney hoped.

He was pleased to see Fiona, and then felt bad, because if she was here, it meant another child was a ward of the state. He sidled over to her.

“Miss Chapman.”

She started and turned, eyes wide. “Dr. McKay! What are you doing here?”

“Parent-teacher conferences for Tyler, obviously.”

“Right. Because all the others are teachers. How’s he doing? I miss my home visits.” Fiona smiled.

Rodney knew better than to ask her who she was here for. “He’s doing very well. I expect good reports from all his teachers, not just the ones who are his parents. And I’m sure you’d be welcome to dinner any time. Evan always makes enough to feed an army.”

“Or an air force,” Fiona said, finishing the long-running joke in the house. “Maybe I will, if Tyler doesn’t mind.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t. After all, he needs to beat someone at Dominion once in a while.” Belatedly, Rodney realized how that sounded. “I mean -”

Fiona laughed it off. “I know what you mean.” Then the smile slid off her face. “What are they doing here?”

“Who?” Rodney turned and followed her gaze, but as soon as he saw the woman he knew. Her big dark eyes, her smooth dark skin, her heart-shaped face. Tyler’s biological mother. The man beside her looked nothing like Tyler - his skin was a different shade of brown, his hair a different texture, his face too long and thin. Tyler had said his father was in prison for murdering his grandfather. Maybe this was his stepfather?

The woman spotted Fiona and hurried across the cafeteria to her.

“I want to see my son,” she said.

Rodney almost said, He’s not your son, but while that was legally true, he wasn’t quite sure how Tyler felt about all that (Cam had told them about his brief upset during his Christmas visit with the Mitchells), and it probably wouldn’t help the situation.

“Mrs. Guerrera,” Fiona said calmly, “he’s not here. Parent-teacher conferences are for parents and teachers only.”

“You know where he is.”

“Not right this second,” Fiona said.

“But you know who adopted him. I want to see him!”

“Ma’am,” Rodney said, “Tyler’s eighteen now.” In fact, this weekend was his birthday party.

The woman whipped around to glare at him. “I know, so I want to see him.”

“You’re entitled to your feelings,” Fiona said calmly, “but whether or not you see Tyler is up to Tyler. As Dr. McKay pointed out, Tyler’s eighteen, and he’s legally an adult. If he chooses not to see you, that’s up to him.”

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Stargate Multiverse, any, when part of your family isn't human.

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Evan Lorne. Wing AU.

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The four of them had stayed behind, prepping Atlantis for what John was calling The Pegasus Hail Mary; two of Evan's men had lingered in Ops to keep an eye on the Stargate, but later, when everything was said and done and Evan re-watched the security feed, he'd realize how they'd been distracted with homesickness.

That was later, however.

At the moment, he and John Sheppard were ducking through rooms, through corridors, on a desperate bid to reach the armory before the Genii did: Rodney or Elizabeth, they didn't know who (though they could guess), had made it possible for their counterparts to know what the Genii had come for and like hell were they going to allow it.

John was methodical despite the seething anger that Evan could just about glimpse in his eyes, something the latter was grateful for. He did not, after all, have time to teach a civilian how to be a soldier nor did he have time to deal with panic. No, he only had time to get the C-4 secured, get Sheppard armed, and hope like hell that nothing happened to the two up in Ops in the interim.

“Alcove,” Evan commanded in a low growl.

Without hesitation, John slipped himself into the nearest one as Evan strangled a man to the floor; John glanced to the left to ensure no one was there and slid into the armory at last, the door closing behind them both once secure inside.

Evan dropped his jacket into a crate and started pulling his uniform shirt off, telling John, “Clothing bulk is going to add weight and slow us down,” when the latter didn't do the same. Then he lifted an eyebrow and waited a moment before adding, “Look, now's not the time to be self-conscious.”

“That's not it.”

“What, you're cold?” he asked as he dragged his tach vest on.

Sheppard glanced around the room, then up at the camera placed centrally above them. The red light winked out—Evan really wished sometimes that his gene was nearly as strong as his teammate's, able to entice Atlantis to turn off power to what wasn't even her own technology—and said, “Can I trust you?”

“You've trusted me this far.”

“With my life, Lorne. Can I trust you with my life?”

It was an odd question and he stopped strapping the vest into place, cocked his head to the side. “I trust you with mine, so I hope you'd trust me with yours.”

The jacket finally fell from John's shoulders, followed by the ubiquitous blue shirt, revealing a white tee that clearly showed a tight harness beneath it. Evan resisted asking about it, because hell, how John managed with his back was John's business.

Then he pulled the shirt off and turned and feathers prodded from between the bands.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Nope, just me,” John chided back, undoing the harness to stretch his wings out, and he finally reached for a vest.

A chirp on an LSD nearest John regained Evan's attention and he reminded himself, Mission first, questions later, before slipping his knife from its sheath and slicing into the back of the kevlar. “Not exactly mission spec, but it's the best I can do right now,” he said, using strips of velcro from another vest to strap the thing into place.

“Glad you're not freaking out.”

“Kind of trying to figure out how to use this to our advantage, honestly.”

John smirked, “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

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Harry Potter, Severus Snape, one good memory of his father.

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Leverage, Eliot Spencer (/Alec Hardison/Parker), that exact moment in The Maltese Falcon Job when he decides he’ll kill Nate if he has to

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author's choice, author's choice,




"We are [character's] blood kin! Who the hell are you?"

"We're [character's] family."

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Black Jewels series, Jaenelle + author's choice, found family

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author's choice, author's choice, family before everything

FILL: SPN weechesters fluff, You’re My Significant Otter

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The little sea critters don’t sleep the way Sam and Dean do, with Sam cuddled up in the crook of Dean’s side with his head on his chest and his fingers knotted in his big brother’s cotton shirt. Instead, the otters float side by side, little fuzzy chins tucked to their chests and their paws clasped.

Sammy watched the sea otters closely as they peacefully slumber. He is perplexed by the way the cute fluff balls hold hands as they drift through the cool water. He may be young, but he is wise beyond his years. He is a very smart boy, Dean told him so, and he is already reading books that are at an adult level. And yet he cannot figure out why otters hold hands while they sleep.

Sam and Dean are on a class school trip to the zoo, and while all of his classmates are fawning over the adorable Sea pups’ in the aquarium, Sammy is curious why the otters sleep the way they do. Dogs don’t hold paws when they sleep. Neither do cats. So why do otters hold hands when they sleep?

Maybe Dean knows. After all, he is older and wiser. Looking up at his big brother, Sammy ask; “Dee, why do sea otters hold hands while they sleep?”

Dean rolls his eyes at his little brother, not rudely, more in the ‘duh, it’s obvious, everyone already knows why’ type of way. “Otters hold hands while sleeping so they don't drift away from each other.”

Sammy considers that logic and finds it’s reasonable. After all, the sea otters are floating side by side with their little fluffy, fuzzy paws joined; never straying from the one they love…which makes Sammy suddenly reach out and hold Dean’s hand.

Dean frowns, yet before he can ask what his little brother is doing, Sammy explains, “So I’ll never drift away from you.”

Dean is sure his heart just melted into a puddle of goo, pink cheeks warming as he smiles fondly. He’s leaning down, his forehead touching Sammy’s and gazing into his big puppy dog eyes. “Don’t worry, Sammy. We will never drift apart.”

Beaming brightly, Sammy giggles as he gently squeezes Dean’s hand.

♥ END ♥

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author's choice, any parent, "You shouldn't have [verb] my [child]."

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due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, When Ray sees another, older Mountie soon after he & Fraser start dating, and he wonders if it could be Fraser's dad.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, diaper duty

Fill: Oppie!Verse

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On the nightstand, the baby monitor began to wail. Sophia was crying again.

John woke painfully, groggy. He prodded Rodney’s shoulder. “Rodney,” he said. “Rodney, I can’t do this. It’s your turn.”

But Rodney, who’d gotten up with the baby before, rolled over and kept on snoring.

John’s entire body ached, and he felt like he hadn’t slept in years, even though it had only been a few days. John hadn’t even known that Fiona had called, asked Rodney to take a baby girl for emergency shelter placement till kin was located. He’d assumed Rodney would say no, because the only time either of them had changed a diaper was on a plastic doll in one of the foster parent classes. He hadn’t expected Rodney to be such a bleeding heart, and he’d come home to Rodney happily cradling a sleeping baby girl and looking so happy that John couldn’t bring himself to call Fiona and tell her to take the baby back.

He desperately wished she would come and take the baby back.

Sophia’s wailing spiked, and John forced himself to his feet. His eyelids felt like they were made of sandpaper. He scooped up the diaper bag and stumbled for the den where the pack and play crib was being kept.

When he got there, though, one of the lamps was on, dimmed low, and JD was holding Sophia, rocking her and hushing her, and her wails had subsided to hiccups.

“I’m on diaper duty,” John said stupidly.

“I got this,” JD said gently. “You’re tired. I’m younger, need less sleep. And I have more experience.”

John held out the diaper bag, which JD accepted one-handed. He set aside, then peered down the back of Sophia’s diaper. He wrinkled his nose.

John sank down on the couch, disoriented. He should go back to bed. Rodney was soft and sleep-warm, perfect. But he couldn’t move. Could only watch, fascinated, as JD laid out a mat, put Sophia on it, whipped the dirty diaper off of her before the smell could permeate the air, wiped her clean with swift, confident strokes, shook powder onto her, and then wrangled a diaper onto her despite all her crazy squirming. It looked like he did it all in less than a minute, too. Then he wrapped her back up in her blanket and cradled her close, humming.

Sophia fussed, kicking her little feet, and JD patted her back, hoisted her up on his shoulder and rested his chin on her head. Then he began to sing, quietly, but his voice was piercing. He wasn’t singing in English. John didn’t know the language, but given the way JD was ornamenting his notes, he’d guess it was in Irish, because it sounded like a lot of traditional Irish songs John had heard. He wondered if JD had sung these songs to his own son, or his mother had sung them to him.

John wondered he would have chosen to sing to his own children.

Eventually Sophia stopped fussing, fell asleep, and JD eased her back into her crib. As soon as he let go of her, she began to fuss, but he actually lay down on the floor beside her crib and kept singing softly, and she settled back down.

“Go back to bed,” JD said. “I’ve got this, I promise.”

“But -”

“You and Rodney are exhausted. You need each other. I can be on diaper duty for a few nights.”

“You sure?” John asked, but JD was gazing at Sophia fondly, had forgotten John’s existence.

So John heaved himself to his feet, hauled himself back to bed, and cuddled up with Rodney.

The next morning, Rodney looked surprisingly chipper despite the dark circles around his eyes. “Sophia must have had an easy night last night. Aren’t you glad your night for diaper duty was easy?” He smiled down at her where she was drinking greedily from her bottle.

John stared at him for a long time, incredulous. Then he sighed, kissed Rodney on the cheek, and headed for the door. JD cast him a knowing look as he went.

John loved Rodney, he really did. Even though each of them were registered as individual foster parents, they had to make decisions like this as a team.

Tyler shuffled into the kitchen, glared at the baby, and made a beeline for the breakfast Evan had made. It was slightly burnt.

Having a baby had upended everything.

But the forlorn looks on both Rodney and JD’s faces when Fiona came to take her to her aunt and uncle in Washington made John wonder if he could ever cope with raising a child from infancy.

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Donald Strachey Mysteries (movie 'verse preferred), Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, An unexpected discussion about children

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, "You have a package waiting for you on Earth" turns out to be a young child conceived before either of them went to Pegasus.

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Evan knew everyone was staring at him, and he really, really wanted to strangle Chuck for breaking radio voice protocol. It had been an accident, yes, but he’d still announced to the entire base: “Belay that, Major Lorne. Correction: it’s not a package waiting for you on Earth. It’s a baby.” He’d radioed for David, hadn’t found him, done the logical thing and radioed for Evan, knowing Evan always knew where everyone on base was (and that David was likely to be with Evan), and asked Evan to pass on a message. Which Evan was glad to do. The private transmission ended.

And then Chuck opened up a channel again, so hastily he hit PA instead of private channel, and delivered his message.

Evan wanted to say, “I’m military, not easy!” Not every soldier was so desperate and horny that he went and got laid every chance he had. People had self-control. So what if Evan had long dry spells? He was a very busy man. Besides, being bi meant he didn’t have nearly as long dry spells as a lot of the straight guys did.

As soon as the transmission ended, Evan said, “Is there something you want to tell me?” He’d foolishly assumed David was gay, since David mostly seemed to have opinions on the attractiveness of male members of the expedition and was oblivious to the admiring attentions of Heidi in Engineering and Kusanagi in Physics.

David had sunk down on the edge of the bed, pale. “Right before I shipped out, the guys threw me an early thirty-fifth birthday party, because I wouldn’t be around to celebrate it myself. There was a lot of drinking, and there were some women from town. Neighbors to some of the guys. One of them was really pretty. We talked, we hit it off. We had sex. I -”

Evan swallowed down the hurt that rose in his throat. He and David hadn’t even known each other then, had no obligation to each other then. But David definitely had an obligation to that child. He’d looked up at Evan, and Evan knew, without a doubt, that David was going back to Earth. For good.

Evan wanted him to stay, desperately, because it was a messed-up universe out here, and at the end of the day, David was what made it all right. But Evan knew that if David stayed, if he refused responsibility for that child, he wasn’t the kind of man Evan wanted to be with after all.

So here Evan was, hurrying to the gate room to say goodbye to David, possibly for the last time.

David stood there with his pack. He’d write back and let Atlantis know if he needed the rest of his things shipped back to Earth on the Daedalus.

Up in Ops, Chuck had his head down very meekly while he fired up the Stargate. Elizabeth stood at the railing, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Evan could still feel everyone staring at him. The rumors had spread across the base almost immediately. Major Lorne got a girl knocked up. Major Lorne was getting sent down. David still looked shell-shocked, face too white in the blue glow of the event horizon in the gate.

Elizabeth instructed Chuck to radio through to the planet. The Daedalus had come to the edge of the Pegasus Galaxy, and to speed things up for David - the mother of the child had died, freak car accident, custody of the child was his - he was gating to the nearest planet to be beamed up.

At the crackle of radio transmission from Colonel Caldwell, Evan knew his time was up.

“Go,” Evan said quietly. “Do what you have to do.”

David bit his lip. “Evan -”

Evan shook his head. Then he leaned in and kissed David, softly, and stepped back. Everyone was still staring at him, but he didn’t care anymore, didn’t care if he got busted down for an Article 125 violation, because his whole world had just fallen apart, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was second-in-command of a military outpost in an alien galaxy. He had a couple hundred marines at his disposal. And he was powerless.

David shouldered his pack and stepped through the gate, and then the wormhole closed down.

There was a long silence, and then Elizabeth said, “Okay, people. Back to work.”

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Any, Any slash couple, Having kids means no more sleeping in on weekend mornings

The Mortal Instruments Series, Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane + Max

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Magnus pops one eye open, noticing daylight streaming in through the windows already when it seems he went to bed barely thirty minutes ago. He takes one look at the foot of the bed and sure enough, the sound of small feet that woke him up is Max. His eyes are too bright for such an early hour and Magnus suspects it has a lot to do with the sugary sweetness of the cereal he's artfully shoving in his mouth. His hand gets lost inside the box every once in a while coming up with the bright colorful Froot Loops, circles slipping between his fingers.

"Da—"

Pressing a finger against his lips Magnus effectively silences his son who looks like he wants to bounce on the bed and wipe his sticky hands on the comforter. Magnus smiles seeing Alec's face smushed on the pillow, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "Daddy is still asleep, we should let him get more rest. Come on love, let's find your brother and make breakfast. Real breakfast."

Max's face breaks into a grin skipping ahead of him, dropping purple, yellow and green rings on his way out. A rainbow trail left in his wake. Magnus hears him call Raphael's name all breathless and excited, and ask what he wants to eat.

Alec opens his eyes when they're out the room, smile hidden in the pillow listening to his family bustling outside, five more minutes and he'll join them.

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any Pixar movie. any. "You're family now."

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Borgias (any version). any. Family always comes first.

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any book. any. Meeting the newest member of the family.

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any. any. You can't choose your family. But you can love them anyway.

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any. any. Mothers and daughters.

Gilmore Girls, Rory and Lorelai Gilmore

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The knock on her former room door startles Rory away from her thoughts. Coming home after a long absence is always comforting, memories invading her at every turn as soon as she's in Stars Hollow. She smiles at her mom when she sticks her tongue at her from the doorway.

"Ready?" Lorelai asks jumping a bit in her place.

"For what?" Rory frowns.

"Uh, duh. For jump diving, is there something else to do on a Friday night?"

"You're kidding."

"You are really smart. I was talking about our mother daughter bonding night. Greasy food and ah-mazing movies await for us."

Rory jumps from the bed, expression brightening. "Yes, I'm so ready, there has never been someone as ready as I am."

"Great," Lorelai says, one arm over Rory's shoulder. "I chose Mermaids, Little Women and Mommie Dearest. You know, the essentials."

"Excellent choices. A nice balance. We have drama, laughter, and horror to keep us entertained"

"We sure do."