#adler family

[ffverr]

A family doesn't need to be a husband a wife and two kids, sometimes it's a lesbian terrorist couple, a flying brick from Mississippi, a Catholic German and a Cajun thief. And I think that's beautiful

#x men #x men comics #rogue #destiny #mystique #nightcrawler #gambit #x men meme #irene adler #raven darkholme #kurt wagner #remy lebeau #darkholme family shenanigans #x men 97

[imperiuswrecked]

pssst can i please ask you to spoiler the raven baby reveal to me...?

So the summary of X-Men Blue: Origins (2023) Mystique is wandering around New York acting crazy and mumbling about her lost baby, Kurt catches up with her and tries to talk her into calming down.

Kurt gives Raven his sword which breaks the mental barriers and it's revealed that while Raven was married to Baron Wagner, she and Irene were an on again, off again, couple who would hook up with other people whenever it helped their goals.

Raven had hired Irene to be the housemaid so she could stay close while Raven was married to Wagner, using his money/influence as they wanted and having a torrid love affair with Irene in private. Azazel shows up and Irene encouraged Raven to have an affair with him as well, because she had visions of the future.

Basically Irene wanted a love child with Raven, but needed Azazel to believe he was the father because she knew that unless Kurt was set on a path to be his constant foe/destroyer of his plans then Azazel would rise to power.

Irene's visions aren't something she can stop and she lives her life according to how to bring about her visions but she doesn't tell Raven any of this until 5 years after Kurt's birth. So she and Raven have a child, Kurt, and from my understanding of the reading, Mystique can copy the genes down to a molecular level and took the gene patterns from Azazel and Baron Wagner and impregnated Irene. So Kurt doesn't have 2 parents, he has 4, well 5 including Margali Szardos who was his adopted mom. Kurt is now battling for the #1 spot for "most parents and most confusing parental origin in comics" and he's up against the Maximoff twins who have gone through 3 sets of parents.

Back to the story, Raven dumps Azazel who is such a pathetic loser, I love that lol. Raven fakes being pregnant by shapeshifting to look like she is pregnant as the months go by. Baron Wagner discovers his wife's affairs, and being the homophobe he is, is stabbed by Raven who then spends the next few months switching between forms to make people believe that the Baron and his wife are both still around, waiting until Irene gives birth. I'm guessing because Raven intended to use the Baron's money/pretending to be him so she and Irene could live in comfort or until they wanted to move on.

Irene is the one who gives birth to Kurt, and Raven overcome with joy/love for Kurt doesn't want his first sight of her to be human so she reveals herself.

The townspeople are of course in an uproar, want to kill the demon woman and her demon child, Irene tells Raven to get to safety and that she would be ok, but Raven fears for Irene so she leaves Kurt under a tree and rushes back to kill the people who would hurt her wife and discovers Irene is missing, she runs back to find Kurt and he's gone too.

Five years pass and she finds Irene again, this time watching a young Rogue, Irene reveals everything to Raven, the Azazel vision, Irene needed Kurt to be raised as an outcast etc. Raven and Irene both know they are in a toxic relationship, but they love each other too much so they went to the one man who can make everything worse, Charles Xavier. Of course Xavier does what he does best, erases people's memories and implants new ones.

So now Kurt has 2 deadbeat mutant moms, 1 deadbeat demonic mutant father, 1 dead human father, and 1 adopted mother and they all give him the most drama & trauma that you will ever see in comics! Love wins (?)

I am currently taking donations to hire Kurt a therapist (who isn't Professor X), save an elf's sanity and donate /jk

I will say that this origin, though very messy, does at least confirm that Irene is just as messy/toxic as Raven, so I hope they continue to be totally bad for each other and 100% in love, which is very refreshing to see in wlw couples and I really hope they do not try to soften their edges, especially Raven's, I do not want a "good mother Raven", but time will tell. Also finally Kurt is Baron Wagner's son technically due to partially copied genetics so it finally makes sense for why Kurt has the Wagner last name, which is something that always bugged me, because imo if he had zero connection to the Baron then he wouldn't have the Wagner last name. Also this doesn't invalidate the Azazel retcon from before because again technically Azazel believes Kurt is his son, and Kurt does have partially copied genetics from Azazel.

I think it was a really tough balancing act to have to write, I wish it could have been written a bit better or the thoughts of Rogue actually being Irene/Raven's daughter would have worked better. Like imagine if Raven and Irene were both pregnant, Irene had Rogue and Raven had Nightcrawler or Irene had them both as twins, then they wouldn't just be foster/adopted siblings but also bio siblings, and it could have opened up the door for more stories involving them as brother and sister trying to deal with their mothers. Marvel constantly ignores the potential for Rogue and Kurt's sibling dynamic and I wish we got more of it in the comics. I get that the writer was trying to keep to the old canon while creating the new canon and using the original plan for Kurt's parentage, so while I feel it's way too complicated this is also comics where complicated plots and retcons have been a long standing tradition meant to torment us readers.

#kurt wagner #nightcrawler #mystique #raven darkholme #irene adler #destiny #baron wagner #darkholme family #rogue #azazel #imp answers #wednesday spoilers #x men

[big-gay-apocalypse]

//X-Men Blue: Origins (2023) #1

#destiny #irene adler #mystique #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #in our family portrait we look pretty happy #x-men blue: origins

[beentobeetle]

Sadie gets killed in a gunfight and gets reincarnated as a mountain lion. Her first thought is to go find the Marston family and mess with them, with the help of Wolf!John ofc (There’s fur everywhere :/)

#art #my art #fanart #ughhhhh crazy brain rot thinkin abt the Marston family #and the random animals that keep invading their house #they are tormented by wildlife and they don’t know why. #rdr2 fanart #rdr2 #abigail marston #jack marston #sadie adler #kinda

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

Sadie: Someone is going to die.

Abigail: If that someone is my husband I am not blaming you.

John: I'M LITERALLY JUST SITTING HERE-

#my fav family dynamic #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #red dead redemption #red dead redemption memes #notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder #john marston #rdr2 john #rdr2 john marston #red dead #rdr2 sadie #rdr2 sadie adler #sadie adler #sadie #abigail #abigail roberts #abigail marston #rdr2 abigail #rdr2 abigail marston #rdr2 abigail roberts

[koheekyat]

Proud parents

#enstars #ensemble stars #madara mikejima #kuro kiryu #madakuro #kuromada #art #helios #gast adler #so... about the helios event #helios i love you sm for this april fools event #this is top tier event #ngl i gotta read the story now it's wild asf #mdkr are so proud of their son being an idol #i'll take any mikejima-kiryu family crumbs #even if theyre across dimensions #akira and gast being the idols #gast and madara not beating their family allegations

[moonah-rose]

Arthur: That's a real rough area. If we're gonna go then we'll need backup. Serious backup.

-cut to Sadie holding Arthur and John's hands-

Sadie: Okay you both stick with me and don't make eye contact with anyone, got it?

Arthur and John: Yes, Mrs. Adler.

#incorrect rdr2 quotes #source: modern family #rdr2 #sadie adler #arthur morgan #john marston

[greykolla-art]

Assad: ‘I have done nothing wrong. Ever. In my life.’

Me: ‘I know this, and I love you.’

#grey art #fan art #department q #department q series #afdeling q #jussi adler olsen #book fanart #found family #crime drama #oh my god what is your deal man??? #WHO ARE YOU??? #one more book and I’ll find out!!! #Carl mørk #Assad #rose #book recs #book recommendations

[dreaduquesne]

need them reuinted with Rogue and Destiny neeooowwwww

#love my dysfunctional family 🥹 #Kurts favorite girl group is Destiny's Child...ba dum tssss #mystique #destiny #raven darkholme #irene adler #kurt wagner #nightcrawler

[turnthepagevn]

I THOUGHT ROBIN LOVED ME???

"My sister is off limits."

#an open book #turn the page vn #turn the page #robin adler #the starlight narrator #he's extremely protective over his family

[incorrect-uncharted]

Rafe: Sorry, I don’t speak poor.

Nate: Sorry, I don’t speak bitch.

#Nathan Drake #Rafe Adler #Uncharted #Incorrect uncharted #Uncharted incorrect quotes #Source: spy x family incorrect quotes on tumblr

[mothelette]

#ts4 #sims 4 #gameplay #edit #family #story #legacy #daisy grant #the life and death of daisy grant #moth:grantlegacy #the grant legacy #jared adler

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 2) Chapter Six

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Six: Broken Code

Summary: Irene has returned, and Sherlock and (Y/N) face a puzzle that could destroy years of work.

            One wakeup call, shower, and change of clothes later, Irene was sitting across from Sherlock and (Y/N) in the living room as John hovered awkwardly in the kitchen.

            “So who’s after you?” asked Sherlock.

            “People who want to kill me,” said Irene.

            “Who’s that?” repeated Sherlock.

            “Killers,” said Irene casually.

            “Being more specific would be more helpful,” remarked (Y/N).

            “So you faked your death to get ahead of them,” said Sherlock.

            “It worked for a while,” said Irene, smirking.

            “Except you let John know that you were alive, and therefore, us,” said Sherlock.

            “I knew you’d keep my secret,” said Irene.

            “You couldn’t,” said Sherlock.

            “But you did.” Irene smirked. “Now, where’s my camera phone?”

            “It’s not here. We’re not stupid,” said John.

            “Then what have you done with it?” asked Irene. “If they’ve guessed you’ve got it, they’ll be watching you.”

            “If they’ve been watching us, they’ll know that I took a safety deposit box at a bank on the Strand a few months ago,” said Sherlock.

            A good diversion. Let them break into that instead of here, thought (Y/N). But I have a feeling Sherlock’s just going to hand it over to see what happens with this case.

            “I need it,” said Irene.

            “Well, we can’t just go and get it, can we?” said John, crossing his arms. “Molly Hooper. She could collect it, take it to Bart’s. Then one of your homeless network could bring it here, leave it in the café, and one of the boys downstairs could bring it up the back.”

            “Very good, John,” said Sherlock. “Excellent plan, with intelligent precautions.”

            “Thank you. So, why don’t—Oh, for the love of God,” groaned John as Sherlock pulled out the phone and handed it to Irene.

            Knew it, thought (Y/N). “What do you have on there?” they asked.

            “Pictures, information, anything I might find useful,” said Irene evasively.

            “What, for blackmail?” asked John.

            “For protection. I make my way in the world; I misbehave. I like to know people will be on my side exactly when I need them to be,” said Irene.

            “I guess when you mess with powerful people you need to have security,” murmured (Y/N).

            Irene nodded. “I like to slap them around, but I’d prefer them to not slap around me.”

            “So, how do you acquire this information?” questioned Sherlock.

            “I told you, I misbehave,” said Irene with a smirk and a wink.

            “You accidentally got something that’s more danger than protection, didn’t you?” asked (Y/N), leaning forward.

            Irene chuckled and smiled. It was softer, less conniving. If Sherlock was correct (and he would say he always was), he would say Irene seemed to like (Y/N). “Clever kid,” she said. “Yes, I did. Problem is: I don’t understand it.”

            “Show us,” said (Y/N).

            Irene reached out, but Sherlock held the phone out of her reach. “The passcode.” Irene just stared at him until Sherlock handed her the phone.

            She frowned as she typed in a code. “It’s not working.”

            Sherlock grabbed the phone back. “No, because it’s a duplicate that I made, into which you’ve just entered the numbers 1-0-5-8. I assumed you’d choose something more specific than that but, um, thanks anyway.” Sherlock pulled out the real phone and typed in the code. The phone beeped angrily.

            (Y/N) recognized it from his first attempt. This code wasn’t correct, either. And now only one try was left. If they got it wrong, the phone would destroy itself.

            Dammit. Irene is clever. It’s impressive but annoying because she’s outplaying us. (Y/N) shivered. Moriarty outplayed us, too… Now that really ruined their mood.

            “I told you that camera phone was my life,” said Irene. “I know when it’s in my hand.”

            “You’re good,” admitted (Y/N).

            “You did your best,” said Irene. She smiled playfully. “And I’m sure you’ll get another chance to prove your prowess.” She held her hand out, and Sherlock begrudgingly handed over the real phone. “There was man, an MOD official,” explained Irene as she unlocked the phone and began going through its contents. “I knew what he liked. One of the things he liked was showing off. He told me this email was going to save the world. He didn’t know it, but I photographed it. He was a bit…tied up at the time.” She smirked before holding out the photo to (Y/N) and Sherlock. “It’s a bit small on that screen, but you can read it.”

            (Y/N) peered at the email curiously. They wanted to know what all the hubbub was about. What was the email that was going to save the world?

007 Confirmed allocation 4C12C45F13G60A60B61F34G34J60D12H33K34K

            (Y/N)’s mind automatically began dissecting and reassembling the string of numbers and letters in multiple attempts to decode the meaning.

            “A code, obviously. I had one of the best cryptographers in the country take a look at it, though he was mostly upside down as I recall. Couldn’t figure it out,” said Irene. “What can you do, Sherlock, (Y/N)? Impress me.”

            (Y/N) rearranged it. Seat numbers—Passenger jet—flight from Heathrow—007—They furrowed their brow. 007? Where have I heard 007? What’s that reminding me of? They were so absorbed trying to figure out what they were missing that they didn’t notice Sherlock beginning to speak.

            “There’s a margin for error, but we’re pretty sure there’s a 747 leaving Heathrow at six thirty in the evening for Baltimore,” said Sherlock. John’s face was blank, and Irene had raised her brow. Sherlock nodded to (Y/N). “They get it.”

            “Huh?” said (Y/N), blinking as they were pulled from their mind.

            “It’s a flight,” said Sherlock.

            “Oh, yeah, it is,” agreed (Y/N). They cleared their throat. “The numbers aren’t a code—they’re seat allocations. There’s no letter ‘I’ because it could be mistaken for a one, ‘K’ is the width of the plane, some groupings of numbers are seats grouped together, like couples or families. Only a jumbo jet is wide enough to need a letter ‘K’ or rows past fifty-five, which is why there’s always an upstairs. There’s a row thirteen, which eliminates the more suspicious airlines.” They paused as their mind circled back to the 007 number and the memory it was triggering, but Sherlock nodded at them to continue. And they wouldn’t disappoint him. “Then there’s the style of the flight number, 007, that eliminates a few more. And assuming a British point of origin, which would be logical considering the original source of the information and assuming from the increased pressure on you lately that the crisis is imminent, the only flight that matches all the criteria and departs within the week is the six thirty to Baltimore tomorrow evening from the Heathrow airport.”

            They frowned. “But—007…Why is that bugging me?” they murmured.

            John and Irene sat there, stunned. Sherlock grinned proudly. (Y/N) tapped the table angrily as the 007 number itched at them.

            “Please don’t feel obligated to tell us that was remarkable or amazing. John’s expressed the same thought in every possible variant available in the English language,” said Sherlock. He was supremely proud with how well (Y/N) had done. His brow furrowed slightly, though, seeing (Y/N)’s frustrated expression. Something was off, and they could sense it.

            “Wow. You’re completely right,” said John. He held up his phone. “Flight 007 from Heathrow to Baltimore.”

            “Damn it!” shouted (Y/N) suddenly. They stood up and turned on Irene, who was busy typing away on her phone. “No!” They grabbed for the phone, but Irene dodged.

            The telltale whoosh of a message sending answered them, and Irene switched off her phone, shrugging. “Sorry, dear. You’re clever, but that wasn’t quick enough.”

            (Y/N) turned to Sherlock, eyes wide. “Sherlock—007. ‘Bond Air is go.’ ”

            Sherlock sucked in a breath. Mycroft’s operation. They had just explained his entire operation to a woman who could now bring the entire British government to its knees. Sherlock could see (Y/N)’s nerves getting the better of them, and he cursed himself for pushing them to continue the deduction. He should have realized something was the matter when they did and stopped the whole thing.

            “Is something the matter?” asked John.

            “Nothing that matters now,” said Sherlock. They couldn’t change what had happened. Hopefully, however, Mycroft would figure out a solution to save his operation. He waved a hand at John. “Just go to work.”

            “Right…” said John uncertainly, but he left anyway.

            “I should have realized. I should have stopped speaking when I realized something was wrong,” muttered (Y/N).

            Sherlock shook his head and knelt by them. “No. It’s not your fault. I pushed you to keep solving the code. I should have noticed something was wrong and stopped you. I’m the one with more experience.”

            Irene grinned. “I needed intelligent people, and you both delivered.”

            (Y/N)’s narrowed, and they glared at Irene. That was it. They were going to destroy whatever she had planned.

            A knock sounded at the door, and it swung open to reveal an government official. The repercussions of Irene’s actions were arriving.

            “Have you come to take us away?” asked Sherlock, standing up.

            “Yes, Mr. Holmes,” said the official.

            “Well, I decline,” said Sherlock.

            The man pulled out an envelope and handed it to Sherlock. “I don’t think so.” (Y/N) looked over Sherlock’s shoulder as he opened the envelope and found to airplane tickets.

            “Tata,” said Irene, smirking and waving her hand.

            (Y/N)’s gaze was cold. They knew she’d be joining them soon. Unfortunately, it would be on her own terms. (Y/N) turned away and followed Sherlock to the dark car.

            As they drove, Sherlock spoke, “There’s going to be a bomb on a passenger jet. The British and American governments know about it, but rather than expose the source of that information, they’re going to let it happen. The plan will blow up. Coventry all over again. The wheels turn. Nothing is ever new.”

            No one answered, but (Y/N)’s mind was racing. There was more to this than just a bomb. Mycroft was cold and aloof, but he was smart. He’d have a way to not sacrifice so many lives. And they had probably ruined. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. It just gave them more motivation to take down Irene.

            At the airport, Sherlock and (Y/N) exited the vehicle and walked towards the 747 Jumbo Jet. Agent Neilson of the CIA stood at the base of the steps.

            “Well, you’re looking all better. How’re you feeling?” asked Sherlock pointedly.

            “Like putting a bullet in both of your brains,” said Neilson. He watched them walk up the steps. “And they’d pin a medal on me if I did.”

            Sherlock’s hand went to (Y/N)’s shoulder and guided them into the plane. He wouldn’t let Neilson threaten them a third time. Inside the plane, (Y/N) and Sherlock walked through the corridors. Bodies were lined up in seats but…they were just that—bodies. They were dead.

            So that’s Mycroft’s solution, thought (Y/N).

            “The Coventry conundrum,” said Mycroft from behind them, and they turned. “What do you think of my solution? The flight of the dead.”

            “The plane blows up midair. Mission accomplished for the terrorist. Hundreds of casualties, but nobody dies,” said Sherlock in understanding.

            “Neat, don’t you think?” remarked Mycroft.

            “All of those cases. The girls not seeing their grandfather, the man claiming to have non-human ashes…” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they realized those were some of the bodies Mycroft had commandeered. They looked at him. “The body in the boot of that car…Was that another ‘flight of the dead?’ ”

            “At least someone sees the bigger picture,” said Mycroft sardonically as he looked at Sherlock.

            “How’s the plane fly? Of course—unmanned aircraft. Hardly new,” said Sherlock.

            “It doesn’t fly. It will never fly. This entire project is cancelled. The terrorist cells have been informed that we know about the bomb. We can’t fool them now,” said Mycroft bitterly. “We’ve lost everything. One fragment of one email, and months and years of planning finished.”

            “Your MOD man,” said Sherlock.

            “No, Sherlock, you,” said Mycroft. “A man desperate to show off setting a terrible example to a teenager and a woman clever enough to play them like a fiddle.”

            “It’s not (Y/N)’s fault,” said Sherlock. “I pushed them.”

            “No, Sherlock. I could have stopped…” murmured (Y/N).

            “And yet my brother is the one who was played,” said Mycroft, sighing in disappointment.

            “It’s my fault, too,” said (Y/N).

            “Poor dear,” tutted the voice of Irene Adler behind them. “Sherlock, you should really look after them better.”

            “I drove you two into her path. I’m sorry,” said Mycroft.

            “Mr. Holmes, I think we need to talk,” said Irene.

            “So do I. There are a number of aspects I’m still not quite clear on,” said Sherlock.

            “Not you, Junior. We’re done,” said Irene. She passed him and went to Mycroft. “There’s more. Loads more. On this phone, I’ve got secrets, pictures, and scandals that could topple your whole world.” She smirked. “You have no idea how much havoc I could cause, and there’s exactly one way to stop me. That is, unless you to tell your masters that your biggest security leak is your own little brother and his child.”

            Mycroft gritted his teeth and looked away. He knew he was beaten. He couldn’t throw his brother and his kid under the bus. They were his family, and as much as he preached that sentiment was foolish, Mycroft was protective of them.

            “I have a meeting house nearby. We can conduct our…negotiations there,” said Mycroft.

            “You better send for some paper and pencil. And some wine. We might as well make this fun,” said Irene. She smirked. “For me, that is.”

            Mycroft and Irene descended the steps from the jumbo jet. (Y/N) paused before they went.

            “Sherlock, if we could open the phone, that would solve everything, right? Mycroft would have information she is trying to hide, probably from other governments and organizations, too,” said (Y/N).

            Sherlock nodded. “Yes, but we have only one chance. Otherwise, the phone destroys itself.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. I have to figure it out, then. I need to win this. It’s my fault this flight can’t go. I need to do this. Their eyes were cold as ice as they followed Irene’s smug figure into the car. She’s not getting away with this. Screw her protection. I’m winning here.

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[hillbillyhipster84]

Cosplay Pride event with my wife and our daughter❤️

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[bogwitchlesbian]

I have invented a whole maternal family for billy, and I’ve been thinking a lot about an cousin I invented lately.

I firmly believe his mother came from a small but close knit family back in California, with a jackass younger brother, and overbearing but well meaning older sister.

Her brother never married but her sister has a little four year old girl when billy is born.

Billy’s cousin is enamoured with him the moment she sees him. They’re practically identical as children, curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and chubby golden cheeks.

They are inseparable from the moment billy is born, fighting to be tossed around by their uncle, and hiding from Billy’s aunt when she starts scolding them for getting under foot.

Little Lisette Adler barely lets her mother hold billy as a baby, immediately claiming him. Billy is equally as obsessed with his “sissy” (he gets lissy and sissy confused a lot, but they’re mostly siblings anyway so it doesn’t really matter)

Lisette’s mother and stepfather are very busy and barely have time for her, and her dad ran off shortly before Billy’s birth. She spends most of her time at her aunt or grandmothers house with her favourite person.

She quickly becomes the only person who can soothe baby billy, and is the first person he runs to when he gets older and skins a knee, or he gets teased at school.

He gets made fun of for running and crying to his cousin so much, but she’s the only person he truly feels comfortable with other than his mother.

Lisette hugs him constantly, and sings and reads to him. Neil hates this as billy gets past the toddler stage. Says Lisette needs to “stop playing mother” and that billy needs to “learn to be a man” even though they’re both under the age of ten.

When billy is 6 and Lisette is ten, her mother has two children a year apart. Her mother shows the babies more love than she ever did Lisette, and her and billy become ever closer. She loves her siblings just as much as she loves billy of course, but there’s a sting there she can’t ignore.

When Lisette is 13, her aunt goes missing. No one tells her anything more, but one evening after kissing her siblings goodnight, she sits on the stairs and listens to her parents and grandparents argue.

Her aunt’s car was found off the highway. The cops found hair and blood on the trunk and her aunts shoe a few hundred yards into the brush on the side of the road. They’re considering foul play, and they’re looking right at Neil.

Her grandmother is sobbing for the first time Lisette has ever seen, her uncle is ghost white and silent. Her grandfather is drinking a beer with a shaking hand as he reads through the police report. Her mother is livid, pacing the living room as her stepfather fails to get her to sit.

Her mother is trying to think of a way to get billy away from Neil before he can skip town. Lisette has never felt colder in her life.

Neil, of course, skips town before charges can be laid on him. He leaves boxes of her aunts belongings on her grandparents drive, a note telling them all to go to hell and forget they ever knew him. Lisette’s uncle hands the note over to police, as her mother cries into her sisters things right there on the drive.

Lisette pours all her love and fear into her siblings, embracing and kissing them every chance she can get. Tells them she loves them every time she leaves the room, the house, hangs up the phone. Just in case. They grumble about her hovering, too young to remember the blonde haired boy who used to wheel her brother around in his baby walker, who used to make silly faces at her sister till she threw up her baby food.

Her grandmother withdraws into herself, quiet and paranoid. She stockpiles non-perishables under her bed. Her funny, dumbass uncle becomes reclusive and mean. Her mother tries her best to pay more attention to Lisette, but the years of neglect have ruined any real chance of connection.

Their entire family lives on eggshells with each other, unable to bridge the gap left by billy and his mother.

Lisette’s siblings grow up. Sometimes she has to leave the room, hand pressed against her open mouth with tears streaming down her face, as her sister rolls her eyes the same way billy used to, or her brother finds an old shirt of Billy’s, hand embroidered by their aunt and wears it without realising that seeing him stops lisette’s heart for a second. It’s like seeing a ghost.

When Lisette is 23, she turns on the news. She watches absentmindedly, texting her friends about an open mic night at the local bar she thinks they should go to. They’re running a story about a mall fire somewhere in Indiana. It’s a strange choice for California news, she thinks, but is stopped in her tracks when they start reading out the thankfully short casualty list. There is one casualty, the police chief, and several injured, whos faces they flash up on the screen.

Lisette’s world spins as blonde curls and blue eyes fill the screen. Her phone drops to the floor and her blood freezes. “Billy Hargrove, 18, critical condition” is all she hears. The news moves on. But she is frozen in place, hands still up like they’re gripping her phone. After a few minutes she comes back online, and scrambles for her phone.

Her mother doesn’t believe her, tells her not to even think about getting her grandmothers hopes up with this, hangs up. Lisette’s hands shake as she finds an online article from the Hawkins Gazette. Her cousins face is there in black and white. Older, handsome, and clearly miserable in what she assumes is a school picture.

She sends the link to her family group chat, and is immediately called by her brother, who, always sensitive just like billy, is in tears. She hangs up to take her grandmothers call, phone in the crux of her shoulder as she runs around packing a bag.

Her grandparents can’t go to Indiana, her grandfathers health failing, and her uncle’s disability preventing him coming alone. Her siblings have school, and her parents can’t get time off work on such short notice.

She calls her boss, explains the situation, and thankfully is given two weeks from her annual leave. She jumps in her car and is barely able to stop herself breaking multiple traffic laws driving cross country.

She gets to hawkins in a blur of scenery and gas stations. She doesn’t even bother booking s motel room, just leaves her bags in the trunk and speeds to the hospital. She shows the nurse her identification, pictures of her and billy as children, tears hitting the cheap plastic coating on the counter as the nurse shakes her head sadly, unable to verify her identity.

She sits in a shitty plastic chair, lays her head in her hands and cries. A hand lands on her shoulder. A young girl with red hair stares at her strangely, asks if she’s really billy hargrove’s cousin. Explains that she’s his stepsister.

Lisette is shaking. The girl, max, takes her over to a group of kids her age and a few people closer to lisette’s. Max tells her friends who Lisette is, and they all react with shock. Apparently no one, not even max, had considered that billy might still have family out there.

Lisette shows them the photos. Her holding billy in the hospital. Her holding his hand at the beach, when billy is 2 and she is 6. Her holding Billy’s hand at a park on a random day, always her holding billy. Always together.

The kids are struck silent. One of the older boys, a guy with a sharp jaw and floppy hair, runs a thumb over Billy’s face in a picture of him holding lisette’s sister as a tiny baby. Remarks to himself that he never really thought of billy as having family.

Lisette’s sharp glare makes him wince, as does a slap to the arm from a girl with blonde bangs and red lipstick. He scrambles to explain himself. Says that he just never really saw billy as someone who let people in, that would let himself be held. Guesses that his hard double denim shell was probably more learned behaviour than anything.

Lisette explains about her aunt, about Neil, and the bruises she used to see on her aunt. Max goes pale, swears she just thought billy got into fights a lot. Lisette, running on fumes and older sister instinct, pulls her in. Assures her it’s not her fault. The other kids are wide eyed. A kid with a tragic bowl cut looks to one of the older boys, clearly his brother, with fearful understanding.

Lisette’s shaking gets worse. She releases max, asks if billy is okay, if he’s awake, if she can see him. The kids are silent, clearly unable to process lisette’s billy with whatever billy they know. An older girl with curly dark hair coughs awkwardly, explains that billy is awake, has been for a couple days, but has refused to speak to anyone after verifying that max and another girl (Ellie, Lisette thinks she called her) were okay.

Lisette insists, and is taken by the hand by a girl she assumes is Ellie, given the gesture the older girl (Nancy) had made in her direction when mentioning her. Ellie pats her hand, says something cryptic about her being a good memory, and leads her through the hospital, the others trailing behind.

Before they reach the room, the boy with floppy hair grabs lisette’s shoulder, warns her billy doesn’t look good, that she should prepare herself for him to not recognise her.

She hadn’t even considered that, but of course he’s right. The last time billy had seen her, she had been 13, with long blonde hair, curls weighed down into tight waves. Now she was 23, her hair was shoulder length and bright pink, she has several piercings, and her tattoos are poking out of her rolled up sweatshirt sleeves.

She decides to go in anyway. She can start from square one if she needs too, just needs to see him, to know it’s really him, that he’s alive.

She rounds the corner into a normal hospital room. It doesn’t look like the kind of place that could change her life. She locks eyes with the boy in the bed.

He is covered in dressings and bandages, and looks livid at being bothered. She recognises he expression from her mothers face. It’s him. He’s older, sure, face more defined, with a stupid little moustache, but it’s her billy.

She presses a hand to her mouth, and holds herself up against the door frame. There is no spark of recognition in his eyes, but he’s squinting at her like she’s a puzzle to be solved.

She makes an executive decision. Brings out the big guns. Calls him by his old nickname. The one she had given him the first time she held him, 18 years ago in a San Diego hospital room, whispering to her mothers new boyfriend that the baby looked “like a tiny angel”.

She calls him angel. Says hello. His eyes widen, fill with tears. He calls her sissy. Unsure, like he think this might be a joke. She sobs a laugh, drops her bag, and as carefully as she can, throws herself at her cousin.

His arms come up to hold her. They’re strong, she thinks, a mans arms, not the little noodle arms she used to tease him about. His voice is deep too, but his eyes are the same.

She pulls back, smoothes his hair away from his face, kisses him on the forehead and whispers how much she loves him. How much she missed him. How she never stopped looking.

His tears are spilling over onto his cheeks now, she wipes them away without a second thought. He presses his cheek into her hand as she kisses his face again. They’re crying and laughing and holding each other.

The hole in Lisette heals. She looks at Billy’s dressings and decides she’s staying. As long as he needs, she says. Then she’ll take him home. He seems to drop at those words, like his strings have been cut. She gathers him in her arms again, letting him cry.

When they part, she moves to get him some water, and sees the group standing in the doorway, looking utterly gobsmacked. Max is crying. She ignores them. It’s not her problem they didn’t consider that billy was an actual person with family and feelings.

She settles on the edge of his bed, and helps him drink his water. She’ll call her family soon. Will make sure to hold the phone away from her ear as her mother screams. For now, she holds billy. In a hospital room, just like that day 18 years ago, her life has changed for the better once more.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #literally just indulgent OC rambling #billy Hargrove deserves a family #billy hargrove deserved better #yes this may just be me wanting to mother billy #Billy’s family is based on my own bc honestly we’re hella similar and billy would love my sister #also my mother does genuinely have a missing sister #Neil killed Billy’s mother this is my design #harringrove #pls if anyone wants more Lisette content dm me I have so many thoughts #Lisette adler OC

[arthurmorgansmith]

i should save this for winter but:

arthur is a skiier, john is the one in the family who switched to snowboarding when it was first becoming popular

arthur and charles are the cute skiier-snowboarder couple who are super patient with each other

charles likes to snowboard alone sometimes and arthur sometimes likes to ski with just his ski buddy sadie

dutch and hosea are great skiiers but now they mostly hang out in the lodge (but when they do ski they sneak dr mcgillicuddy nips in all of their many ski jacket pockets)

arthur complains when it’s too cold for him to ski in jeans and a sweatshirt

#arthur morgan #john marston #charles smith #sadie adler #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #rdr2 #dont fight me on this i come from a ski circus family