I think a lot about Hagrid sometimes. The boy that befriended weird creatures and smuggled them into school because he felt a kinship to them. He probably thought they were as lonely as he was. Rubeus Hagrid, Gryffindor, half giant and strong enough to pick his father up when he was just a child, wouldn’t have had many friends. Children are cruel to each other, and he is so different from them.
I often think about Hagrid, begging a young Tom Riddle not to rat him out, but I also reflect on an older Hagrid who loves to garden and cook. The friend of every student that needs one. I like to imagine him being friends with Lily and James when they were in school. I like to think about the bearlike person that took Harry in his arms and brought them to the Dursleys, and later took him away from them again. Hagrid, who gave Harry probably his first birthday cake and presents, prepared Harry for the wizarding world. He was Harry’s introduction to magic, and Harry was instantly put at ease. When Harry was confused, hurt or angry, he went to Hagrid for advice. Later he would have Sirius as well, but Hagrid was always there. Hagrid was Harry Potter’s silent cheerleader throughout the years.
I like to think about Rubeus Hagrid, who is so often forgotten about in this fandom, who was kind, caring and loyal till the bitter end. Even though he was ridiculed by his peers, he never let it get to him. He remained the strong, friendly groundkeeper that was loved by many, but laughed at by more. And yet there was no Potter named after him. Still, it is Dumbledore that’s considered Harry’s father figure,
even though the giant wizard was the only one that cheered Harry on without wanting anything but his friendship in return.
And that breaks my heart.
Original Request: Could you please do an imagine being best friends with Gabriel since you a kid and after all these years he discovered your biological dad was John Winchester. Thank you and I love your writing
Notes: Okay so this is really weird…. I hope you like it though! It kind of got away from me. :P
Word Count: 1605
Summary: After being watched over by a strange boy your whole life in an orphanage you discover his true identity and the identity of your father.
I always knew I had a guardian angel. He would come to my orphanage every now and then, a small boy with eyes of amber and a laugh that would fill the room with happiness. He’d come to cheer us up and to liven our spirits. I would watch as the littlest children would gather at his feet and beg for him to tell them a story. He’d happily oblige, pulling some candy from his pockets. He always seemed to have candy. Sometimes he would bring news of parents he had found for children, or brought lost ones home. I could never figure out why he did it or even who he was. He was just a guardian who would fly in one day and out the next leaving a trail of gifts and love behind him. I didn’t talk to him at first. I just watched but one day he sought me out.
It’s so frustrating to believe that my mother’s cousin left his homeland, his degree so he could die under a 7 ton construction palette. And the fact that he left his 3 children without a father is even more saddening. But Inna Lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un, i beg you guys to take a few seconds to pray for him and for his family. He was really kind and I can’t help but feel heartbroken for his 4 year old son.
Okay so writing this on my phone bc my laptop is shit so I hope there’s no errors.
But could you imagine Calum with twins??? Like my god, this boy would have his daughter with her hair skillfully put up in pigtails by her determined father, and his son, wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a long sleeve black tee just like daddy. Calum would treasure his kids, often forcing you to be the bad guy cause he can’t punish his babies when they pout and beg daddy to get them off the hook. And his children would worship him!! Always trailing behind him doing everything he does and Calum would just smile the crinkly-eyed smile full of love and witnessing it would make your heart fill with adoration of the best father you’ve ever seen. Then, at the end of the night, he’d tuck them in, kiss their foreheads, and whisper to them that when they’d wake up, daddy would be there.
“I came to the king, begging him to surrender. He told me to bring him my father’s head. Then he turned to his pyromancer. “Burn them all,” he said “Burn them in their homes. Burn them in their beds”. Tell me, if your precious Renly commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women, and children burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?“ GOT 3x05