boston funeral

anonymous asked:

Hi can u do percabeth #4 for the mini fic thingy

This is set during Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard - Sword of Summer, immediately after Annabeth discovered Magnus at the funeral home.


(no longer taking requests for this particular challenge, sorry!)

things you said over the phone

“What do you mean you aren’t coming back to New York yet?” Percy’s voice drifted down the line, confused and concerned.

Annabeth twirled a loose curl around her finger and sighed. “I can’t leave Boston, Percy. Not yet. Magnus needs me -”

She expected him to protest, to ask her how she could blow off school, how she could ignore him, but Percy surprised her by instead asking, “Is your dad staying with you?”

She shifted, resting one of her feet against the cold cinder block interior wall of the church she was leaning against. “No, he’s going back to California tonight, after the funeral. Magnus said I can’t tell him he’s still alive… Not yet, anyway.”

“Okay, so your dad is going to leave you alone in Boston after the funeral you’re having for your cousin who isn’t actually dead.”

“Yeah.”

“The cousin who you saw standing over his own dead body.”

“Yes, Percy.”

“Annabeth, come on. That’s weird, even by our standards, you have to admit.” Percy sounded agitated on the other end of the line. She pictured him pacing up and down his small kitchen.

“Could be a fake body,” she said, chewing on her thumbnail.

“You don’t think it is,” he said, easily interpreting her tone.

“No, I don’t think so. Which is just all the more reason for me to stick around! He’s definitely a demigod, he never knew his dad and he said that Randolph had told him some stuff about our family history -”

“Does Randolph know you’re a demigod?”

“No… I don’t think he does, anyway. Hard to say for sure when I haven’t seen the guy in ten years, and Dad’s too wound up by Magnus’s ‘death’ to talk about anything like that.”

Percy huffed, probably running a hand through his hair. “Annabeth, I don’t like this. I’m going to come stay with you.”

She straightened, glaring at the wall opposite her. “You will not. I’m more than capable of looking after myself, Percy, and Sally needs you there -”

“I know you can take care of yourself, Annabeth, but we always work better as a team. Mom’ll be okay with Paul for a few days -”

And here came the part Annabeth had been dreading. “But that’s the thing, Percy, I don’t know if this will be over in a few days. I don’t know how long I’m going to have to wait for Magnus.”

There was some muffled cursing on the other end of the line, as though Percy had pulled the phone away from his mouth to swear. When he next spoke into the receiver his voice was tight and constrained. “Annabeth, you can’t just hang out alone in Boston for an indeterminate amount of time waiting to figure out what’s going on with your cousin. That’s not a plan.”

“Since when have you ever needed a plan?” she countered, somewhat snidely.

“You’re not me,” he said, close to a snap. He caught himself and sighed, and all the fight left Annabeth at the sound. “This isn’t how you work, Annabeth. You’ll go mad waiting to hear from him, and without any more information there’s nothing you can do in the meantime. And if something does go wrong, if monsters track you down, you’re on your own. Even if you do meet up with Magnus and he is a demigod, he obviously isn’t trained, so he won’t be much good in a fight.”

She rubbed her eyes tiredly. A part of her desperately wanted to tell him to get on the next train to Boston, to come stay with her, that they could work it out together. But instead she said, “Okay. What if we compromise?”

“Compromise?” Percy asked warily.

“Just give me a few days to see if I can find out anymore information, or to hear back from Magnus, and if I don’t find anything you can either come here or I’ll come home.”

He paused, considering her offer. “Just a few days.”

“Mhmm.”

“And you’ll call and Iris Message whenever you can?”

“At least twice a day, morning and night.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Percy sighed, clearly not completely happy. “Deal.”

Down the hall, one of the doors swung open, letting in a blast of cold air and a few arrivals for the funeral. Annabeth’s dad was at the front of the group, looking exhausted and sad. He met her gaze, questioning, and she waved a hand to let him know she was fine.

“I have to go, the funeral’s about to start, but I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Percy said, and she smiled instinctively. “Be safe. And remember, just a few days.”

“That’s the deal. Be safe, give Sally a hug from me.” Annabeth hung up and tucked the phone back into her jacket pocket, making her way over to where her dad waited.

He smiled sadly down at her, and Annabeth’s stomach twisted with guilt. She really hoped Magnus wouldn’t need a few days to get back to her.

2

I went to the Boston Aquarium this past weekend and had the greatest time! The fish were wonderful, but the best part was when an employee walked up to me and said “you look interesting… would you like a free behind-the-scenes tour?” and I nearly died of excitement. I got to see all the secret fish as well as a baby anaconda! Which means it was still like a ten pound snake.

The lesson to be learned here is that good things come to those who dress like they’re going to a sexy funeral

sorcererinslytherin  asked:

your Jeremy-funeral post led me thinking to (decidedly non-angst) a situation where for some reason part of the FAHC gang (or all of them) have to suddenly deal with the intrusion of one of their families. Like Michael's mom or Jeremy's family or whatever. Do they hide the fact that they are international criminals? do they embrace it? lol for some reason that concept popped into my head when you said they go back to boston for lil j's funeral (after i cried)

I’m laughing so much at this idea. Like the crew has no idea how to act around civilians, let alone family that are civilians.

I’m just imagining like Michael’s mom drops by. And the crew has NO idea what to do. Like here’s this sweat old lady around them and everyone is scrambling to hide who they really are. Shoving guns into cupboards as she enters the room and trying to act normal. Talking business in hushed tones and in weird code (which really only confuses everyone). And basically everyone just makes a huge deal about hiding everything from her.

But she already knows. Because Michael tells her everything and she’s like surprisingly supportive? It almost scares the crew when they enter a room with them together and Michael’s telling her about a heist they did, not sparing any detail. And his mom just smiles and nods along, actually excited to hear the story and not blinking an eye when he talks about how many cops he killed.

The crew just looks at them and looks at each other wondering who the fuck was this woman and how the fuck was she so supportive of this???

3

On the drive to Fairview Cemetery in the Boston neighborhood of Hyde Park, six seniors from Roxbury Latin boys’ school sit in silent reflection. Mike Pojman, the school’s assistant headmaster and senior adviser, says the trip is a massive contrast to the rest of their school day, and to their lives as a whole right now.

Today the teens have volunteered to be pallbearers for a man who died alone in September, and for whom no next of kin was found. He’s being buried in a grave with no tombstone, in a city cemetery.

“To reflect on the fact that there are people, like this gentleman, who probably knew hundreds or thousands of people through his life, and at the end of it there’s nobody there — I think that gets to all of them,” Pojman says. “Some have said, ‘I just gotta make sure that never happens to me.’”

'Today We Are His Family’: Teen Volunteers Mourn Those Who Died Alone

Photos: Kayana Szymczak for NPR

Fragile Design - Chapter 2

Summary - David Nolan is out to protect his family, in any way that he can. He enlists the help of Emma Swan and Killian Jones to help uncover the crime boss currently living in his sleepy town of Storybrooke, ME. Two stubborn and damaged souls now have to come together as partners to solve a murder and maybe even save each other in the process.

Modern AU

Rating: Will be a most hot and steamy M

Read on FF.net - Chapter 1: Chapter 2

image credit goes to @seastarved.  

Chapter Two: Killian Jones

August

The rain finally starts as he makes his way down the long road to Graham’s place, the canopy of intertwined branches overhead making it hard to see through the shadows. He slows, the ruts in the road making his BMW bounce horribly and he curses Graham for his choice of homestead. His chest twinges with guilt, the curse dying quickly on his lips as he rolls his eyes heavenward in apology.

“Sorry, mate.” He murmurs.

Swinging his eyes back to the road, he squints and flicks the wipers up to a faster speed. It really must be pouring if this much rain is reaching his windshield through the trees. It’s irritating, the trip down this road and the heavy rain, the intrigue that David’s playing at to get him out here. He’d rather be back at his hotel, sitting at the bar and raising a toast to his dead friend instead of making his way through a thunderstorm to have a clandestine meeting with David and a mystery guest.

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