TW: pregnancy, death by child birth, death, slight description of blood.
AN: This is part 2 to Alastor's Birdy
What had he done?
He couldn’t face her even in death?
What did he do that was so horrible that he couldn’t even see his wife?
His birdy?
Those questions ran through Charlie’s head as she and Vaggie walked through heaven. After the startling news of Alastor’s angel wife settled in, things at the hotel got really crazy. They were attacked, she argued with her dad, Alastor saved the day and kicked out Mimzy (lil bitch), and she reconnected with her father and got a meeting with heaven.
Charlie had realized this would probably be Alastor’s only chance to see his wife since they both had died. So she offered for him to go with them. She hadn't expected him to say no.
“That’s quite alright, my dear, I am undeserving of her. I was blessed with her during my life. I will not curse her in death.”
This brings Charlie back to…
What did he do?
The pain in his hand was unbearable, but he didn’t say anything. After all, how could he complain about her squeezing his hand when she was working so hard on giving birth to their child?
Their child.
Alastor never saw himself as a father. Not until he married her, and it became all he could think about. If more people were like his wife, the would be a more beautiful place.
“AAAGGGHHH!!” his birdy screamed as she made the final push.
“WAAAAHHHH!”
Alastor felt himself breathe again, but only for a moment.
It had all gone by so fast.
The doctors noticed something wrong.
The blood wasn’t stopping and coming out too fast.
The monitor spiked.
He was rushed out of the room, holding his new baby girl.
She had wanted the child’s name to be Eudora if it was a girl and Galdur if it was a boy.
Hearing the yelling of several people.
CLEAR
Then, the flat line.
One life had been traded for another.
The lights were off.
And the child…
No, Eudora would never get to know the love of the woman who had touched his cold, bitter heart. Eudora would never get to hear the angelic voice of his birdy.
✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which you learn ethan has never watched any of the rankin/bass christmas movies, and you absolutely need to rectify that — but not without a steamy cup of hot chocolate to set the mood.
✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: one Single ass smack :)
✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800.
✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HAPPY FIRST DAY OF FICMAS! 🎄
"you're lying."
"i'm not."
"you've never seen rudolph the red-nosed reindeer?"
"nope."
"santa claus is comin' to town?"
"uh-uh."
"the year without a santa claus?"
"no."
your jaw went slack, you arms instinctively crossing over your chest as you eyed ethan in disbelief. you couldn't believe what you were hearing. how had he gone this many years without watching all of the classics?
"okay, well, obviously we're changing that today." you said to ethan, reaching for the tv remote. before you turned on the tv, you paused.
"actually…" you trailed off, turning to look at ethan with an excited smile, "this calls for hot chocolate."
he couldn't help the way his head cocked in confusion. "it's, like, 70° out right now." he remarked, a short chuckle escaping him.
with a wink and a grin, you got up from the couch and padded your way into the kitchen, spencer following at your heels in hopes that you might drop a marshmallow or two for him.
pots and pans loudly clanked against each other as you rummaged through ethan’s kitchen cabinets, looking for the perfect pot to get started. once you found your pot of choice, you moved on to his pantry, grabbing the small tub of hot chocolate powder, the bag of mini marshmallows, and a package of candy canes.
when you turned back around, ethan was leaning against the island, his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised. “wow, i didn’t realize i had all of that stuff here.”
you gave him a sheepish smile as you set down all of your ingredients. “well, i might have been planning for a christmas movie marathon today anyway,” you admitted, “so i went out while you were streaming and picked some things up. i just got lucky that the idea came up so naturally.”
with a knowing smile, ethan shook his head, before pushing off of the island and further into the kitchen. “can i help?”
“sure!” you grinned over at him, “can you get me the milk, please?”
doing as he was asked, ethan pulled the milk from the fridge for you, sliding it across the island to you. you uncapped it and poured it into the pot already on the stove before turning the dial to low.
as you stood at the stove, gently stirring the pot of milk to that it didn’t burn, ethan sidled up behind you with a sigh. you felt his arms snake around your waist and the weight of his head resting on your shoulder, his chin fitting perfectly in the space between your neck and your shoulder.
“what else can i do?”
“go make the living room cozy.” you told him, “i can handle this.”
“okay.” he murmured, placing a kiss on your shoulder, then your neck, then your cheek. before leaving the kitchen, he gave your ass a light tap with a grin, damn near giggling all the way to the living room.
once the hot chocolates were poured, you dropped a handful of marshmallows into each one, covered them with a mountain of whipped cream, and dipped a candy cane into each of the warm mugs.
with a hot chocolate in each hand, you made your way into the living room, shocked at the sight before you.
ethan had truly outdone himself in such a short time.
the overhead lights in the living room were warm and dim, the main source of light now the christmas tree. rudolph the red nosed reindeer was paused on the tv screen, ready to go. every blanket and pillow ethan owned were now sprawled out on the floor, making the perfect nest to get cozy in. spencer looked up from his comfy spot on the floor as you walked into the room.
“ta-da!” ethan beamed at you, decked out in his christmas pjs. he must have grabbed yours out of your closet for you, as they were laying out on the couch.
“damn, and here i thought i was setting a mood!” you joked, setting the hot chocolates down on the coffee table.
“yeah, well,” ethan shrugged, making his way over to you. he reached over, hooking a finger in the waistband of your pants to pull you closer to him, “i just wanted to do something nice for you, too.” he said, punctuating his sentence with a kiss.
“now, go change!” he said, gesturing at the pajamas spread out on the couch, “rudolph won’t wait forever.”
when you were finally comfy and cozy in your pajamas, you snuggled up to ethan, hot chocolate in hand, spencer already snoring at your side.
“if you hate these movies, don’t tell me.” you said, “i wouldn’t be able to bear it.”
“as long i’m watching it with you,” ethan started, wrapping his arm around you, “i love it.”
will's sister grace had always been supportive of you two.
every time you came over dinner she would tell you all about how cute you two were and how she could just see your guys wedding happening in the future.
so when you and will unexpectedly broke up she still stayed one of your favourite people, she would update you on will and how he was doing after the break up. but here's the thing about the break up-- it wasn't because you guys wanted to, its because you worried about the upcoming draft.
will was a top prospect, and all of the high teams in the draft were just to far away to comprehend. you couldn't handle watching him live out his dream while you weren't there to celebrate with him and that meant letting each other go, even if it was the hardest thing.
you and grace constantly hung out meaning you had to see wills face everywhere--like literally. they had the exact same features down to the eyes. just in different genders. it was crazy.
"look, he misses you--and you clearly miss him. just go talk to him or something!"
you scoffed because it was never that easy.
"just go talk to him? are you crazy grace? i cant just talk to him after breaking up with him because i cant handle to watch him succeed without me."
"listen, im just saying you two cant live without each other and it shows."
you knew that all to well because of the ache in your chest ever since that day.
I try to win her over with my cynical humor and yacht rock music taste
will knew from the second he walked into the party that your music was the one playing.
of course he thought-- grace loves you and your music, so naturally you would be here.
he walks into the party scanning for your face, the face he knows every emotion from because of the countless hours spent together. will couldn't even pretend he didn't want to run into you because he craved you. he craved the feeling he felt when your arm brushed his, and when your eyes looked into his like he shines. he misses you. bad.
as soon as he lays an eye on you he makes a b line toward you. and of course your sitting with grace and her friends--god grace really liked you.
pretending to bump into you when you get up to go get drinks, will acts surprised when you collide head on.
"woah! hey sorry my bad" he was quick to blurt out
"oh my god im so sorry i can be so clumsy som--oh will. hi. uh how are you?" you said anxiously
"i've been better, but what about you?" he stops himself from listing all the times he had to save you from falling over because of your clumsiness.
"uh yeah i've been good thanks for asking-- um you know i really should get these drinks.."
"oh! here i'll help you with that" he laughs awkwardly as he helps you bring them over to your friends
"well hello william, fancy seeing you here" grace says smiling ear to ear
"yeah. could say the same to you but you invited me big sis." will rolls his eyes at his big sisters antics.
as will talked grace continued giving you the eyebrows making you uncomfortable--being around will always made your skin crawl with the urg to hug him and take him away forever. to keep him. but you couldn't. he wasn't yours anymore and you had to accept that no matter how hard it is.
pulling you out of thought will touched your shoulder "hey. can we talk--maybe in private?"
"uhh sure. lets go outside"
following will outside was a bad idea. your brain kept screaming at you to stop and go home. he's too dangerous. but your heart was screaming yes even louder.
ariving outside he looked at you like it hurt.
"look, i cant do this anymore. its only been 2 months and i cant handle it y/n. i don't care about the draft, i care about you. i want to make this work--no. i need to make this work, i don't think i can live another second with you by my side cheering me on."
your breath left you as soon as he even uttered a word. you needed him too. but its not that easy. letting him go in the fall after the draft would be 10x easier if you didn't love him. you wanted to protect yourself but also wanted to follow your desires.
"look will i know. i love you so much it hurts sometimes but i don't want to get hurt. you'll be so far away chasing your dreams and ill just be a distant person you used to know."
"can we just try? i could never forget you and you know that. who knows if ill even go high in the draft. i could get lucky and go to boston. just please." he inched closer as you could feel his breath on your cheek
"ill sit on it will." it broke you heart into a million pieces to hear his huff of breath in your ear and hug him instead of ruining yourself with one your favourite kisses.
and i got a feeling, wounds are healing, talkin on the phone
the next morning you got a text from him
WILL: changed your mind yet?🙏
YOU: haha very funny we just talked last night. (no)
WILL: worth a try.
you missed this. his funny texts and short checks ins. you missed will so badly. you could have him back if you just told him--but that's not what your going to do. you will be strong and cheer him on from the sidelines.
WILL: what are you doing today?
why is he asking what your doing? he needs to stop or you'll give in.
YOU: im going to the beach with my friends, sorry!
WILL: bold of you to assume i was going to ask to hangout. (i was)
you chuckle at that and try to put him in the back of your mind. it was going to be a fun day with your girls. + no thinking of will.
later that day after all of your beach endevors and sandy food consumed, you got home and took a shower. you get out you see will has liked your post on insta. it was simple one, just a couple pics of you and your friends having fun-- but it made your heart skip a beat.
a week passed by of him pestering you on your phone constantly before you finally agreed to go out with him for ice cream. he said it just a casual hangout like back when you were friends, but you couldn't shake the nerves that racked your body waiting for him to pull up in his bronco. (wsh lore sneak!)
when he arrived outside of your house he came around and opened your door for you. a beautiful bouquet of flowers he knows are you favourite were waiting for you. it warmed your heart knowing he still knew.--you guys went out for ice cream and he ordered your favourite flavour just like always. you two sat in his car in silence just enjoying your ice creams. you could sit like that forever--not talking, just being in each others presence. will was the first one to break the silence between you guys.
"i missed this so much. mostly you though."
looking him the eyes you watched him for a minute.
"yeah. me too"
after that night you and will continued going out for ice creams and on walks. he always bought you new flowers as yours were about to die, and you had no idea how he knew they were dying.--will was driving home from hockey practice one night as he called you.
"hey. what's up?"
"could you come outside for me??" he said unexpectedly
"uh sure. give me a minute"
after that he hung up. what was he doing? changing quickly into sweats and a sweater you run down stairs to flick on the porch light. stepping outside you don't see anything.--you continue looking outside until you see his car pull around the corner of your street. will pulls into your drive and jumps out the front seat. you wave him over but he just goes straight to his trunk. at this point its raining and your sick of standing outside, but your also curious on what the heck this boy is doing.
making his way around his car you cant make out what he's holding. it looks like a speaker? no. its a boombox. oh god. he turns it on (playing your favourite song) and places in on the wet pavement while he holds up a stupid sign.
y/n i love you. i always have and always will. can we try again?
"i mean in y/n. i cant live this life without you. you are my everything and you make things shine with light. please take me back baby. i love you so much" looking him in his eyes you walk over to him grabbing his face
"i love you too." you whisper
you kiss him with everything inside you because he's your boy again. he never really left but now he's yours forever. and your gonna make sure of that.
pulling back he stammers
"so its a yes?"
"yes."
i know everybody changes but i hope that we don't
from that night on you and will were thriving.
things were back to how they were before but better, and grace kept rubbing it in your faces that she knew all along. because she did. but neither of you actually tell her that.
when draft day rolls around you go with his family to the draft and watch as your boy goes 4th overall to the sharks. you have never been prouder, even as your chest tings with pain knowing how far he will be.
that summer was a whirl wind of beach visits and date nights before will decided he was going to take his time and go to BC before he went into the NHL. you knew it was inevitable him leaving, but having this next year with him gave you the time you needed--and when he does leave, you know nothing will change because you two are the same love struck teenagers as you were before.
gansey being an annoying little bitch (drunk edition) to adam, pissed off but lowkey (unconsciously) fagging it up for him
"Adam." Gansey pushes the door to Adam's room open. He'd knocked and knocked while Adam laid on his mattress and wished for a moment of peace, then Adam had given up and gotten up to unlock the door. Gansey's arm goes too far to one side and he sways the other way, leaning on the doorframe.
"Oh," Adam says. "You're drunk."
"I am not," Gansey says indignantly, somehow remarkably straightforward as usual. "Ronan and I… had a couple drinks."
"Of what? Straight vodka?" Adam asks, then demands, "Did you drive here?"
Gansey laughs, high and kind of breathy. It's unlike how he usually laughs, for others. "No. Ronan did."
This is not a lot more soothing. "Was Ronan drunk?"
Gansey sighs and steps into the room. He rounds Adam, leaning a hand on him for balance, and makes a half-fall onto the mattress look dignified. "No… or not quite. He's fine." Gansey waves a hand.
"I guess he can afford to wreck a car," Adam says. He doesn't think Ronan would die from something as mundane as driving while a bit tipsy. If he was to die in a car, it would be while racing against a deathwish, or while something crawled in one of his ears and scrambled his brains.
"We are going…" Gansey heaves himself up. "Somewhere… for food, I think." He considers. "We're quite out of food. There's a jar of cherries left." His face falls. "I should have eaten the cherries, I think."
Adam is lost. "So what are you doing here, then?"
"Oh, I asked to stop." Gansey reaches a hand up to Adam, entreating him. "I said I'd like to say hello." He grins brightly, hair askew, glasses a bit wonky. "Hello, Adam."
"I was asleep," Adam says, not endeared in the slightest. He kneels and looks at the edge of Gansey's glasses. Someone should fix those.
"Is it time for sleeping?" Gansey frowns. "Ah. I suppose it is dark." He turns his glower to the outside. "I would turn the sun back on, if I could." Adam knows this is true- he half-believes that Gansey could charm the planets and stars into falling into his own personal ideal configuration, if he wanted it hard enough. "Alas." He makes a sweeping, grand gesture at the small, drafty window of Adam's place.
"Go back to Ronan, Gansey." Adam swallows, wondering why Ronan didn't come up with Gansey. He couldn't be too drunk to walk up the stairs, or he wouldn't have been able to drive.
"I'm afraid I can't make the stairs." Gansey smirks and lays back over Adam's mattress, fingers trailing over the thin blanket.
"Well you can't stay," Adam says sharply, Gansey laying back on his bed doing making something flare in his gut. Anger, frustration, that Gansey could make anything look more glamorous just by proximity, even Adam's lumpy mattress lying on the rough wood of the floor.
"Why not?" Gansey blinks more slowly, like he really is falling asleep.
