#sibling fic

You learned two very important things growing up with Sam and Dean Winchester.

One: if you didn’t move fast, you got left behind.

Two: if you did move fast, you could cause problems.

Today, you chose chaos.

The bunker was unusually calm—no alarms blaring, no salt lines being redrawn, no demon blood debates echoing through the halls. Sam was buried in a lore book at the war table, Dean was in the kitchen arguing with the coffee maker like it had personally wronged him, and Castiel stood nearby, staring at the microwave as if it were a hostile entity.

Which made it the perfect time.

You quietly lifted your phone.

Click.

Sam didn’t notice at first. He was hunched over, glasses slipping down his nose, hair doing that annoying floppy thing that made people trust him instantly. You leaned slightly to the side, framing the shot perfectly.

Click.

Sam finally looked up. “Are you taking pictures of me?”

You smiled sweetly. “No.”

Click.

“That was definitely a picture.”

Dean leaned around the corner, mug in hand. “What’s going on?”

You turned and snapped a photo mid-sip—his face twisted in betrayal as the coffee was clearly too hot.

“Son of a—” Dean hissed, lowering the mug. “Did you just—”

Click.

“Oh my god,” Sam groaned, realizing the danger far too late. “She’s doing that thing.”

Dean pointed at you. “No. No, absolutely not. Delete them.”

You backed away slowly, still snapping photos. “You can’t stop what’s already been immortalized.”

Castiel turned his head toward you. “What are you doing?”

You beamed. “Documenting.”

Click.

Cas blinked. The photo caught him mid-blink, mouth slightly open, trench coat somehow sitting wrong in a way that defied physics.

He frowned. “Why did you capture my image?”

Dean snorted. “Because she’s a menace.”

“It’s called a selfie culture,” you said, walking closer to Cas. “Here—stand still.”

“I am always standing still.”

Click.

Sam stood abruptly. “Okay, new rule. No pictures without consent.”

You immediately spun and took one of him standing, hands braced on the table, looking like a disappointed librarian.

“Wow,” Dean said. “That one’s going on your tombstone.”

Sam glared. “I hate all of you.”

Castiel stepped closer, studying your phone with intense focus. “These images are… unflattering.”

“That’s the point,” you said cheerfully.

Cas tilted his head. “Why would one intentionally preserve an unflattering representation of an ally?”

Dean shrugged. “Trust me, buddy. She’s been doing this since she was twelve.”

You grinned at Cas. “It’s love.”

Cas considered this. “So… this is a human bonding ritual?”

“Yes,” you and Dean said at the same time.

Sam sighed. “No.”

Cas nodded slowly, as if committing this to memory. “I see.”

You moved on, catching Dean slouched in his chair, Sam rubbing his temples, even a blurry shot of Jack peeking around a corner looking vaguely guilty.

Then, without warning—

Click.

You froze.

Castiel was holding his own phone.

“When did you get a phone?” Dean demanded.

“Yesterday,” Cas said calmly. “I did not understand its purpose until now.”

He held the phone up.

Click.

Dean’s mouth was open mid-complaint. Sam was half-blink, half-sigh. You were grinning like an idiot.

Cas looked at the screen, then at you. “Did I do it correctly?”

You burst out laughing. “Perfectly.”

Dean groaned. “Great. Now there’s two of you.”

Cas nodded, satisfied. “I will continue this custom. For bonding.”

He raised the phone again.

Click.

Sam dropped back into his chair. “We’re never surviving this.”

You slung an arm around Cas’s sleeve. “Welcome to the family.”

Cas looked down at the photo again—at the messy, unguarded moment frozen in time.

“I believe,” he said thoughtfully, “that I like this tradition.”

Dean squinted. “I don’t.”

Losing people was a part of the cycle, whether they left or died didn't seem to matter. They were gone either way.

Enter: Wade Wilson, a.k.a Deadpool.

He comes into people's lives and never leaves, even if they die, Wolverine is a prime example of that one.

Sure, he was annoying, but that didn't matter when his constant presence left you from being alone. You could handle his blabbering if it meant you wouldn't be alone. For years he would crash on your couch almost weekly and ruin your pans trying to make breakfast, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

And then the time stream entanglement went and fucked it all over.

Wade wasn't with you, lost somewhere in time and space. You knew he couldn't be dead, he was a cockroach and everyone knew it, you just needed to find him. Even if it wasn't your Deadpool, you just needed his presence.

"Geez, sometimes projecting hard." A familiar voice calls from behind you.

You're quick to turn around, a bright smile on your face when you see that familiar gaudy red and black suit.

"Wade! You finally showed up!" Your arms wrap around his shoulders before anyone can get a word out, his arms wrapping around your torso in return.

"I sure am! Can't keep my favorite person- wait. Gaudy? Is that really what you think of my suit?" His head rests on your shoulder and he's practically rubbing against you like a cat.

"Meow." He whispers.

His arms flex and he picks you up, swinging you from side to side to show his excitement for finally being reunited with you. Your laughs fill the silence of everyone else behind you.

"Seriously? They're buddy-buddy with Deadpool?" Spiderman complains, his head in his hands as he tries to come to terms with it.

"Even worse." Wolverine starts up, pinching his temple. "They're siblings."

"That is worse." Daredevil nods.

. so

. pascale leclerc has always wanted a daughter

. a little girl she could love and spoil with all her heart

. don’t get me wrong, she loves her sons with all of her being

. but i’d be lying if i said she’s never wished for another girl in the house

. the rest of the leclercs know this

. so it wasn’t a big suprise when she told everyone that she was pregnant in 2005

. and nearly cried of happiness when she learned she was carrying a baby girl

. now at first

. 8 year old charles leclerc didn’t know how he felt about this

. because he already has 5 year old arthur following him around everywhere

. what would it be like with another sibling in the house?

. so he wasn’t entirely thrilled at first

. but the second pascale and herve brought you home from the hospital a few months later

. he knew he’d love you no matter what

. his friends at school constantly talk about how annoying their baby sisters are

. but charles is always more endeared with you rather than annoyed

. he would play and watch kid shows with you for days on end if that’s what you wanted

. would be lying if he said he’s never played pretend with you

. repeatedly asked for pascale to allow you to come to his karting races

. something that didn’t happen until you were 3

. shows you off to all of his friends at said races

. “you see that baby over there with my maman? that’s my sister, y/n”

. “she doesn’t really know what’s going on, but she always cheers for me anyway”

. charles makes sure he’s there for every milestone in your life

. first day of school

. the first time you drove a kart

. when you learned how to ride a bike

. etcetera

. it does get harder as the years go on, with his karting career continuing and everything

. but your brother makes sure he’s there for you

. because no matter how busy he gets

. he’s never too occupied to see you discover yourself

. finding your own personality and hobbies

. interests and dislikes

. this has all happened by the time you’re 9 years old

. nearing the end of your childhood but still enjoying it nonethless

. pascale even lets you follow charles to formula 1 races, because she knows he’s really following jules bianchi

. your older brother loves when you come with him to races

. but he wishes more than anything your mother made you stay home with her instead of going to suzuka with him

. because he knows you love jules

. he’s like another brother to you

. he’s always the one to have you sitting on top of his shoulders, doing anything to help you see more than the world you were given (both literally and figuratively)

. jules was the one who gave you his kart to practice with

. the one that taught you everything you know about cars

. the one that taught you to always dream for more

. the one that taught you what grief felt like

. charles remembers the moment it happened, the crash, the noise, the shock

. the way you looked up at him, your 9 year old self not old enough to realize what just happened

. “charlie, what happened? where’s jules?”

. he remembers how much you cried in the hospital, looking way too young to be sitting in those waiting room chairs and losing one of the people you loved the most

. he remembers hearing you sob in your room when you got home, how helpless he felt that he couldn’t do anything to stop his own emotions, nonetheless his baby sisters’

. he remembers how instead of driving the kart jules left you, most of the time you just sat in front of it, staring at it, wishing jules would come outside like he always would, and persuade pascale to let you two drive around for just a few more hours

. arthur was the one who looked out for you in these times, because charles was too busy either being looked after by lorenzo, or trying to drive his own feelings away in formula championships

. 2015 was a sorrowful year in the leclerc household

. so it makes sense that charles is happy when you start to show some progress in late 2016

. when you start to drive your kart again, improved by the JB17 stickers you start to put everywhere

. you start enjoying school again, hanging out with your friends and playing outside

. it almost gives him hope

. almost

. because by 2017, charles is nervous

. because herve is getting worse

. and charles knows his litter sister, you’re not stupid

. you can tell that your father is sick, and he’s not going to be get better

. he tries to subtly encourage you to spend more time with him

. makes sure you tell him all your stories from school, tell him what you want to be when you’re older and what you want to do

. soon enough though, you can’t do these things because your father was emitted into the hospital

. charles is nearly twenty now, he’s old enough for his mother to give him the truth about these sorts of things

. but still not old enough to tell his eleven year old sister the truth

. the whole family is there with herve in the hospital in june 2017

. none of them are ready to lose another one of their own again

. you’re sobbing, arthur’s arms wrapped around you and hand pushing your head into his neck because he know you shouldn’t have to see this

. lorenzo is the only thing keeping both his mother and first younger brother standing, all while trying to keep his own tears from blurring his vision

. this time, you don’t let anybody help you

. you never leave your room, only to go to school and to eat

. you stopped karting completely, not wanting to unless your father was standing on the front porch, cheering you on and giving advice from where he stood

. you don’t come to either arthur’s or charles’ races, not the one charles wins after herve dies, not the ones he continues to win after that

. the family almost forgets what your smile looks like, they only remember the faint sound of your cries at night

. charles beats himself up over it, feels guilty and helpless

. he couldn’t stop jules from crashing, couldn’t stop his father from getting sick, and can’t even protect his younger sister from losing herself

. he tries his hardest to be there for you, to hug you, tell you he loves you, and that he’s always there if you want to talk

. he waits as long as it takes for you to open up to him

. it comes eventually, the day you knock on his bedroom door and let yourself talk and cry in his arms

. it takes much longer for you to co-exist with your grief this time

. but charles is there for every step of the way

. you go to his first formula 1 race with him in 2018, cheer him on from the sauber garage with lorenzo and pascale no matter what position he comes in

. you hang out with arthur while he’s racing in formula e and formula 4, cheer for him just as loudly, if not louder than you would for charles

. you’re 12 by the time 2018 ends, but feel much older than you actually are

. this is the point where you and charles bond on a deeper level

. because whereas the rest of the world just sees you as a tweleve-year-old girl

. charles see you as a twelve-year-old girl who’s been through more than she should’ve, and now feels the emotions to match

. so as time continues to pass, you guys talk about the real stuff in your lives

. he talks about joining ferrari and what it feels like to do what jules had always wanted to

. what it felt like lying to your father about the ferrari contract and how he wonders what herve thinks about it now

. you talk about what it feels like going through life without a father

. what it feels like fearing for your brothers’ lives every time they get into their cars

. he tries to help you get over this fear by bringing you to the paddock with him

. which includes becoming friends with andrea after all the hours you two spend side by side in the ferrari garage

. meeting sebastian who instantly becomes a mentor to you

. you’ve known pierre for longer than you can remember, so you hang out in his team garage sometimes

. your brother tries to keep an eye on you while your in the paddock, but as you get older, the more freedom you have

. by the time you’re 15 in 2021, you roam around the paddock on your own free will

. with carlos joining ferrari, you hang out with his younger sister ana, who leads you on all sorts of adventures in whatever city you two are in that weekend

. meeting all sorts of celebrities while you’re walking down the pit lane on sundays

. spending time in the aston martin hospitality because you’re still close with seb

. passing time with lewis in the mercedes garage, he sheds some of his wisdom on you, you tell him all the drama in your life

. bothering pierre while simultaneously befriending yuki in the alpha tauri garage

. and of course, hanging out with charles in the rare moments when you both have nothing do to

. these are the antics that carry on throughout your late teenage years

. so by the time the end of 2023 rolls around, you’re close to graduating school and moving on to whatever you wish to pursue

. it’s in those moments, the ones where you’re talking about college and moving away and your career

. truly makes him realize that you’re growing up

. and you’re not the little girl that will always be there to cheer him on from the stands

. you assure him that you will though

. that wherever you end up, still in monaco or not

. you’ll always be rooting for him

. and he knows he’ll always be rooting for you too

. because you’re his little sister

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You awoke to your younger brother loak roughly shaking you awake

"Y/n! Y/n! Come on!" He groaned while smaking you with a pillow. You whined and put the pillow over your head, and loak just tore it off.

"Bro what?!" You shouted at him sleepily while he dragged you up by your hand

"Nothing i just wanted to annoy you" loak replied, running off so you wouldn't murder him

"brat!" You yelled in the direction he ran in. You started your morning after sulking for a moment

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As you finally finished your chores, duties, ect, you plopped down on the sand to allow your body to rest

But this moment of peace didn't last long. You began to hear snickering behind you. You turned toward the sound to find aonung and a few other boys standing there

Aonung still had a bruise from the fight with your brothers last week

"Guess you do fit in here" aonung spoke with a chuckle "with the sand"

you sighed and stood. Spinning on your heel to walk away from these bullys.

Though, they kept teasing you.

Usually you didn't let it get to you. But this time felt...off

You felt tears sting your eyes when one of them pulled your hair. They let go soon after

You spun around and hissed at the boy. "Ooh im so scared" said the boy

You looked around to see if anyone you knew was around, which there was not.

One of the boys mothers called out for him and they all snarled. You let out a sigh of relief when they sprinted away from you

You walked toward a tree, your back pressing up against the rough bark. You slid down to sit on your knees.

You lightly played with the sand beneath you. You heard more footsteps behind you the moment your soft hands cluched a fistfull of sand. Instead of a bully, it was only your twin.

"Hey teyam..." you spoke to him in a dull tone

"What is it, sister?" He sat beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Nothing."

"Dont give me that. I wont hesitate to get dad into this." He hissed. "Jeez i sound like loak..."

You chuckled sadly at his amusing realization. You looked back down at your knees, the Bioluminescent freckles dotted carefully along your legs in a wavy path from your hips, all the way to your ankles.

Neteyam placed two fingers under your chin, his thumb in a light grip just above. He lifted your head and gently turned you to him

"Aonung?"

"Aonung..." you whisper while nodding your head in small movements. Your twin pulled you to his chest in a tight embrace.

"Dont worry, its ok. Loak will handle them" you giggled at the image of your baby bro beating another guy to a pulp for you. Again.

Neteyam brushed some of your hair behind your ear. Running his delicate fingers through it gently.

He pulled you back toward him, with your eyes closed you felt the soft skin of his forehead meet yours.

You let out a small sigh before completely melting in your best friends arms. Your own arms wrapping around his waist and your head resting against his chest.

With every beat of his heart, with every breath he took, every stroke of his fingers running through your beautiful hair, you felt loved. Special. And that your bullys didn't matter.

💀˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.⋆◇🦢+*°♡+

A/N: guys please read this I spent so long on it 😭

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Trinity found out that she’d be interning at PTMC the day before she started.

She was supposed to go to UPMC Presbyterian, but she had just gotten a call saying that Presby was going to be downsizing, and couldn’t afford to take on any more staff. Apparently PTMC was the next available teaching hospital.

This was a Bad Thing for two reasons — a) her apartment was much closer to Presby (which was on purpose!), and b) her older brother, Frank, worked at PTMC. More specifically, he was a resident doctor in their emergency department, which is where she was going to be working.

She was quite frankly disgusted by this fact, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe if they had given her earlier notice, she would be able to change her placement, but that’s really just her luck, isn’t it?

She spent the rest of the day wallowing and unfortunately preparing for what was going to be a terrible first day, and before she knew it (and before she was ready) she was heading into the PTMC ED.

She hadn’t spoken to Frank in years, and she hadn’t told him about her placement at PTMC, so all she could do in hopes to avoid him was to enter through the back. In hindsight, she should’ve known that would be a bad idea.

It was 6:30am, and Trinity was now wandering aimlessly through the halls of a hospital she had never been in before.

There were a couple nurses around — on the move — but whenever she tried to talk to one, they just said sorry and excused themself, citing business to excuse their aloofness. She didn’t hold them to it, she knew (and was about to truly know) just how busy the ED can get. She still allowed herself to be annoyed, though.

She was about to give up, give in, and just head back through and to the front entrance, when she heard a shout.

A very strong accent. “Hey! Are you the new intern or one of the new med students or something?”

Trinity whirled her head until she caught the source of the sound, a middle-aged nurse with a stern face. She was kinda hot, in a way.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the new intern. Dr. Santos.” Trinity replied, walking towards the nurse.

“Great.” She spun on her heel and began walking. Trinity followed her.

A hand landed on her shoulder. “I’m the charge nurse of the ED, you can call me Dana, or Nurse Dana, or whatever floats your boat, okay?”

She led Trinity through winding hallways that she definitely wouldn’t’ve been able to navigate on her own, but they eventually wound up in the main ED. It was 6:40am, and she couldn’t see Frank anywhere.

“Right now, Dr. Abbot is attending physician, but that’ll be handed over to Dr. Robby soon. He’ll be coming in soon, I’d imagine. For now, you can go meet up with Dr. McKay and the new med students in triage. They’re just through those doors.” She pointed, smiled, and got back to work. Nurses were always busy, busy, busy.

Trinity nodded and made her way to triage, which would’ve been much easier to access if she had just gone through the front entrance. Oh well.

Dr. McKay was nice, Javadi was a know-it-all, and Whitaker was the medical embodiment of Huckleberry Finn. Maybe. She never read the books or watched the movie.

The tour was helpful. It’s been a while since her rotation in emergency medicine, and she was grateful for the refresher. It also helped that she could use it as a way to hide from the impending presence of Frank.

At least until she realised it had just hit 7:00am, and Dr. McKay was leading them back to the main ED. Where Frank would surely be. The lights dimmed and the air grew cold (not really, but that’s how she felt).

“As you can see, we have some new faces with us this morning.” Came the voice of who she only assumed could be Dr. Robinavitch.

She was only assuming, because she wasn’t actually looking at him. She was looking past him, over his shoulder, and directly into the eyes of Frank Langdon. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. Which made sense, if Trinity looked as pale as she felt. She’s sure she had the same expression on her face.

It was like seeing a ghost, in some ways. She moved out at 18, and has never seen him since. Almost a decade, then. Which was a scary thought, regarding her age. Also a thought that was pushed away by the still looming presence of her brother.

He had moved his gaze away, and so had she, but she still felt him there.

“—please keep your eye on that waiting room. Make sure nobody’s gonna die out there.” Dr. Robinavitch (or Robby?) was saying when she zoned back in. She nodded because everyone else did. “Your senior residents are Dr. Collins and Dr. Langdon. You report to them, and they report to me. Okay? Great.”

Seriously? He was a senior resident? His Facebook profile that Trinity didn’t stalk hadn’t mentioned that. That meant she was going to have to, as Dr. Robby said, report to him. She could see the look in his eyes that told her she wasn’t wanted here. She could tell he wasn’t going to be merciful to her.

“Senior residents, you got your sign-outs?”

Frank spoke. It was only one word — “Yep” — but Trinity felt it in her spine. That was him, he was really here, and his voice hadn’t changed one bit.

Frank led them to their first case, not sparing one glance at Trinity. He ignored her for as long as he could, speaking to her only when he spoke to the group, or when he needed her to do something for a patient. His tone strained against his teeth.

She couldn’t be more grateful for when he finally left her alone.

And it’s when she was alone from everybody else that he finally accosted her.

“Dr. Santos, a word?” She watched his left eye twitch. That old tic.

He led her into an empty on-call room, and drew the curtain across.

He turned on her. “What the fuck are you doing here, Trinity?” 

“Oh, fuck off. I only found out I was coming here yesterday.” She spat back, crossing her arms.

“And you didn’t think to— I don’t know, warn me?”

“No! I didn’t! Because I’ve got no fucking way of contacting you! And for good reason. First time I’ve seen you in eight years and you’re already pissed off with me.”

He glared at her. “You’re one to talk, you just told me to fuck off!”

“Whatever. We can sort out whatever issues you clearly have with me later—”

“My issues? Oh, fuck off with that—”

“We can deal with this later, Frank.”

Frank looked off to the side, foot tapping anxiously. He sighed. “Only because I’ve got patients to get back to.”

Trinity rolled her eyes at him.

He placed a hand on the curtain. “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you, Trin. If you make a mistake, that’s on you.”

The curtain whipped open, and he stormed away.

Trinity stood there for a few moments, before leaving as well.