at this point phil could upload a video of him brushing his teeth for ten minutes and i would still be like “what a guy. innovative and fresh content. and promoting good dental hygiene, wow. truly amazing.”
this is a tale, a tale of a coward. the tale of “never good enough” and “always behind,” the tale of failures and heartbreaks and fears. it is a tale of a boy who abandons his best friends in times of need: during the triwizard tournament, during the horcrux hunt. it is a tale of a youngest brother struggling to keep up, who dreams of glory and honor and fame. it is a tale of the sidekick, the best friend, the second-in-command.
this is a tale, a tale of a hero. the tale of overcoming feelings of inferiority and a sense of resentment, the tale of loyalty and bravery and persistence. it is a tale of a boy who returns to his best friends in times of need: who hugs another young boy in the common room, gruff with choked up emotion, a boy who sheepishly returns to a winter search with renewed determination. it is a tale of a quidditch player who practices day and night for a sport he loves, whose confidence claims him chants of “weasley is our king, he didn’t let the quaffle in…”
this is a tale, a tale of an extraordinary boy in extraordinary circumstances. the tale of a boy who offers his sandwiches to a stranger, a boy who scoffs at blood purity and combats injustice, who fights for his friends. it is a tale of a boy who becomes a man; not perfect, not flawless, but mature enough to learn and realize and grow. it is a tale of a steady, true, indispensable companion whose generosity and bravery and good old fashioned wits turn the battle’s tide, a tale of a hero in his own right. it is a tale of a defiant battle cry, a shouted “he beat you!” and a shattered silence charm, a scream that frees hogwarts’s defenders.
so i’ll thank erica (@startofamoment) one more time for this absolutely amazing list of prompts, and anonymous, who requested that i do this one. (title from marry you, by bruno mars)
25. It’s only half an hour into this stakeout, but to Jake it feels like it’s been an eternity. There’s a ring box burning a hole in his pocket, and a jumbled mess of ideas in his head. He knows Amy wouldn’t want him turning to anyone for approval, but the longer they sit in this car, the more inclined he is to ask Holt for advice.
Something is bothering Detective Jake Peralta. Raymond Holt isn’t sure what quite yet, but Peralta has only spoken three times since they parked the car half an hour ago, and, perhaps even more concerning, Peralta let Holt choose the music. Brahm dances through the still air of the car, but Raymond can’t even bring himself to enjoy it.
That’s a lie. He’s enjoying it a little.
At minute thirty eight of what is possibly the least interesting stakeout in history, Peralta, who has been eerily still, begins to fidget. By minute forty seven, he has maintained 247 consecutive seconds of movement, and Raymond is beginning to wonder if he should say something to the boy, who is now sitting cross-legged and drumming along to the beat of the classical music he claims to hate.
At minute forty eight, Ray Holt has convinced himself that he should break the silence. For all his talk of hating conversation, he secretly enjoys the constant stream of consciousness that flows out of Peralta’s mouth - an excellent source of white noise (at the thought, his lips twitch into what he considers a broad grin as he remembers his first stakeout at the Nine Nine, years earlier, when Santiago told him he should view Peralta’s constant monologue as just that. She was right - she almost always is.)
He decides he should be careful in how he inquires about Detective Peralta’s mental wellbeing - after all, he has no desire to make him uncomfortable or step over the line of appropriate workplace small talk. Currently, his two top ideas for ways to broach the silence are commenting on the weather and inquiring about the store at which Peralta purchased his leather jacket. Before he can settle on the appropriate course of action, however, Peralta has cleared his throat and (finally) settled again in his seat, his twitchy hands stilling and his legs unfolding and moving back to the floor of the car.
So this was going to be an actual fic, but, alas, any sort of narrative wouldn’t come, so instead allow me to offer a series of (not at all canon-timeline compliant) headcanons about Amy Santiago’s tiny daughter taking Jake in as part of the family:
When Amy starts at the Nine-Nine, she is Very Adamant that Jake will never meet Maya, largely because a) He’s the worst, and b) Maya doesn’t need to see her mother curse out a fellow employee, but mostly c) He’s The Worst.
Except she only lasts twelve days, at which point Captain McGinley calls her in on her day off because he’s finally realized that his new detective has started and he wants to meet her, even though they have met four (4) times and he’s assigned two cases to her and Jake
It’s supposed to be a short meeting and she promises a very teary-eyed Maya that she’ll be real quick, but she needs to go in without Maya because McGinley looks like he might yell for some reason, Amy can just tell, and Sarge isn’t here and Amy barely knows anyone else and Jake offers, basically
Maya is just v. v. teary when Amy blows her a quick kiss before entering McGinley’s office
The meeting lasts exactly forty-seven minutes
Amy expects A Disaster when she gets out, or at the very least a very stressed-out Jake trying to pass her daughter off on someone else
But instead Maya is sitting in Jake’s lap with two of his superhero figurines gripped between her sweaty little hands, patiently telling a story while Jake writes on a piece of paper next to her
“And then there’s a dragon,” Maya says breathlessly, and Jake nods along patiently
“Fire-breathing or bearded?” he offers, and Maya really considers it for a moment before deciding on bearded. “Got it, I’ve jotted that down.”
“I thought no one was allowed to touch your dolls?” Amy asks when she gets to them, and she’s a little stressed out about this whole situation because Jake is suddenly, like, a kind person? Who’s been watching her daughter for forty-seven minutes and counting?
“Uh, obviously this is Red Metal Man and Mr. Star, okay.”
It’s not. It’s Iron Man and Captain America, and Amy can tell because she’s not totally out of the loop of the cultural zeitgeit, okay, and she sometimes pays attention to movie posters and has very definitely seen at least two of the superhero movies
“Plus I believe I said no Santiagos, and that was back before I knew there was a cool Santiago in the clan.”
Maya, meanwhile, has grabbed a pen off of Jake’s desk and is now leaning precariously over said desk and drawing on some of the large blank spaces Jake had left on the paper
And Amy realizes that Jake was writing down Maya’s story but made sure there was room so she could draw
Jake grins at her sheepishly, braces Maya with one hand on her back to make sure she doesn’t slip, and says, “It’s her vision, and she’s, like, a really good storyteller.”
Amy swoons, but in a low-key, subtle way. Probably.
Anyway, but Jake is also The Worst, so it doesn’t matter
Guys lets not forget that not only when Lafayette died, was he buried in American soil that he took with him back to France but there is also an American flag at his grave that has a whole ceremony to change it every year.
AND when the Americans entered World War I, General Pershing and a whole parade went to Lafayette’s grave and proclaimed “Lafayette, we are here!”
So yes, the help America promised to him came, and they did a whole grand finale of a parade to basically say WASSUP