#birthday: rory o’neill

[unfortunate-arrow]

fbawtft: rory patrick o’neill

⤷ born may 8, 1894 • gryffindor • single father • widower • istj • muggleborn • irish • professional quidditch player • seeker • professional quidditch coach • portrayed by jamie dornan

[saintsir4n]

THE WEDDING

❝So darlin', darlin' stand, by me.❞

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT

PAIRINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X FEZCO O’NEILL

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THE WEDDING:

Aurelia Marchetti was walked down the aisle by her grandfather Luca Marchetti.

The ceremony was intimate, although she invited an extra 100 people just to show off, her future husband didn't have much of a problem with the number of guests, however, they both knew someone was missing.

Although Ashtray was alive, he couldn't attend the wedding, due to the number of eyes that were on the event, so they couldn't risk the 14-year-old's arrest.

Fezco wished his brother was there to be his best man, however, Gia was on facetime with him the entire time, making sure he saw everything.

Mckay was one of the groomsmen, along with some of Fezco's friends.

The wedding was in June, two months after Rory's 20th birthday and a couple of days after Fezco's 22nd birthday.

They had chosen a grand park to wed, it was decorated with bright white lights, which hung from the trees that surrounded the guests.

Basically like a twilight vibe...but without the supernaturals.

Wooden planks were placed over the forest floor, to create an aisle that the bride and bridesmaids could walk down.

Oakwood Chiavari chairs were sitting in perfect harmony on either side of the aisle, white doves flew across the sky, contrasting the black roses that were attached to each scrub and bush.

The alter held so much love, it was catching, some might say it was spreading through the light breeze that blew through the air.

The sun slowly set as the wedding started, it spread an orange hue throughout the event, rays spread and trailed over each chair, tree and guest, illuminating each joyful face that they could reach out and touch.

The soft tunes of a harp sung 'stand by me', which played throughout the venue.

Maddy was appointed the maid of honour, Gia, Rue, Kat were bridesmaids, Lexi and Faye wanted to be in charge of the wedding, so they didn't accept the offer to be bridesmaids.

The duo needed everything to be perfect, surprisingly Rory was calm when it came to planning, mainly because her fiancé always whisked her off in secret, distracting her from her bridely duties.

During the planning time, Faye and Lexi had discovered their feelings toward one another, so planning a wedding did help with their inevitable union.

2-year-old Alonzo happily accepted his role as ring bearer because he wanted attention from the guests as well as his parents, despite always getting it.

Everyone adored the concentrated look on his face when he approached the couple, he wanted to be the perfect son.

He wore a similar black 3 piece suit to his father, he walked down the aisle with Woody, who was no longer a puppy and was 4 years old.

The brown labrador was on his best behaviour, he kept his barking to a minimum so he wouldn't ruin the day.

When Luca walked his little girl down the aisle, he was apprehensive about giving her away, but he knew she was in good hands.

He had to force back his tears, knowing that she would cry if she saw them.

However Fezco cried when he saw his future wife, her white rosed embroidered lace dress flowed out and would've swept the forest floor, if it wasn't for her bridesmaids, who followed her and held up the tail of her dress whilst carrying black roses, which were also decorated around the ceremony.

Two cornrows sat at the top of Rory's head, gold cuffs clung to them, whilst her natural curls fell below her bust. Her engagement bracelet sat comfortably on her left wrist along with the Dior bracelet that matched Maddy's.

Both she and Fezco wore their matching chains.

The bridesmaids wore lilac dresses that catered to their body shape, Kat's had sleeves and stopped at her thighs, Rue had straps, however, hers stopped at her ankles, similar to Gia's who wore a mid-length dress.

Maddy's stood out and caught the eyes of many onlookers, including a certain Jones boy. Her dress was violet, complimenting her tanned skin, the sleeves hung off her shoulders and she had a slit that showed off one of her legs.

The bride and groom struggled to get their vows, the temptation to kiss one another was too strong and of course, the beautiful words that were spoken, caused tears to escape their eyes as well as their friends and family.

"Aurelia, my Lia, you and our son are everything to me, I think of you from the moment I wake up, to the moment I fall asleep, your face stays with me in my dreams and you always help me escape from my nightmares.

I don't think I could ever imagine a world without you, I don't wanna fuckin' do that... my bad, let me not curse in front of a priest."

"I promise that you can always rely on me, trust me and love me because I'm with you until the end of the line baby,"

Fezco knew his vows would never match Rory's but he had to try, he meant every syllable, vow and word.

Ashtray helped him write them, knowing that his brother would probably write something inappropriate and since his nephew was present he didn't want anything bad to be said.

"Fezzy, I'm so grateful for you coming into my life, you instantly made me smile, laugh and fall in love with you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have met my little brother and we would never of had Lonzo."

"I can't wait to finally be your wife even though we've basically been married for 4 years already. Baby trust you with my life, my soul and my body...definitely my body, yikes sorry father."

"You're my soulmate, in more ways than one. I love you, I always have and I always will Fezco."

People laughed and struggled to hold back their tears during their vows.

When Alonzo gave his parents their rings and made his way back to his godparents, the new married couple shared a passionate and sensual kiss.

They almost forgot that they were in public until the guest began to cheer, clap and whoop in celebration.

"I love you, Fezzy."

"I love you, Lia."

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THE RECEPTION:

The night had moved fully over the Marchetti household, the mansion was packed. The wedding guests partied in the main areas of the house, the dining room was converted into a giant hall for the day.

The living room and the kitchen were also occupied by many guests, Rory danced with many of her friends, including her 2-year-old son, who eventually went on to dance with many of the female guests.

Alonzo loved the attention he received, being the centre of attention was his goal for the day, despite knowing that it should be on his parents.

He might've only been a toddler but he was aware of the importance of the day, but he didn't care, all he wanted to do was play with the animals that were in the garden, as Luca made sure to have a mini petting zoo for the child.

Fezco watched from afar with a smile as his wife conversed with Gia and her other bridesmaids, discussing their future weddings.

Although the reception was only supposed to contain the guest that they had invited, some neighbours decided to turn up, and since the new married couple were in great spirits, they let them attend.

'90s R&B played throughout the home, Rory had never felt happier.

Although she wished that Ashtray was here, he was practically on the phone with his girlfriend the entire night, so he was there both virtually and in spirit.

"You did a great job, today son," Luca approached the groom with a smile, and two glasses of Hennessy, giving one to the groom, who happily accepted it.

The Marchetti patriarch had just recently talked to Ali about endorsing the recovering addicts, sponsorship programme.

The two men had talked about how Ali wanted to inspire more hope into the minds of people who suffered from substance abuse and felt like they had no one who could or wanted to help them.

Luca made sure to set aside more time in his week so they could continue their discussion.

"Thank you," Fezco glanced at him with a grateful smile, he was no longer wearing his blazer, despite the sun setting, the temperature rose. the two men were standing outside in the garden, the 22-year-old, wanted to make sure that his son wasn't getting up to no good, luckily he had some of his godparents with him, along with a couple of the neighbour's kids. "Today has been crazy, but like a good kind of crazy,"

Luca nodded and clung to every word that his grandson in law spoke, "yeah just don't mess my little girl, kid, you know I have guns," they both started to laugh.

"Yeah I know you do, and I won't mess with Lia," Fezco grinned and shook his head, "my grandma would've loved you, man," he wished that she was here with him, but he knew that she was looking down or up from wherever she was spending the afterlife, "even with some of the shit you say, it's crazy how similar you guys are."

"Was she hot?"

"Imma pretend like you didn't ask that."

"My bad," Luca cringed and suppressed a chuckle, "but you know I'm kind of dating someone." he took a sip of his drink.

"What happened to the nurse you were seeing?" Fezco questioned, keeping his eyes on his son, who giggled and ran around the garden, as he was chased by some of the kids.

Luca shrugged, "she was a nice woman, but she was way too clingy." the 65 year old, tended to lose interest in people who he spent too much time with, it wasn't intentional, it just happened.

He was still friends with Nurse Vanessa, he even occasionally visited her during the night, but that was where their relationship cut off.

Fezco snickered, "Aint that a good thing sometimes?" he took a sip of his drink, he didn't want to drink too much as he wanted to remember the day.

He didn't really want Rory to drink, because he had plans for their honeymoon. He needed her to be in the right state of mind when they started their activities.

She only started drinking again because Alonzo had recently stopped breastfeeding.

"No." Luca scoffed and downed the rest of his drink, he already scoped out a recently divorced mother, who was his neighbour; Ciara Jones, who he talked to quite a lot.

Ciara reminded him a lot of Angela Bassett, and boy did everyone know he had a crush on her. The famous actress was someone he wanted to meet, despite her having a husband, he still wanted to marry her.

"Lia's clingy," Fezco commented, he loved that she was clingy, it gave him some sort of reassurance.

He always reciprocated the attention she gave him and now that they had already expanded their family, he gave it to his baby boy as well.

"Yeah because she's a demented child." the two men snickered at Luca's words.

Fezco nodded in agreement, "Word."

"You're not supposed to agree," Luca flicked his grandson in-laws ear, who hissed at the contact, "she's my granddaughter."

"She's my wife," Fezco said with a smug smile.

"Touché kid, touché."

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Rory had changed out of her wedding dress and was now wearing her evening dress, the cream colour complimented her skin, and the satin dress ended below her calves.

She loved the thin straps that held it up.

Of course, Maddy and Kat picked it out at the wedding shop, knowing Fezco wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of her, which he didn't.

The groom was currently sitting with Suze Howard and Ethan, the three were talking about the new show that he and Lexi wanted to produce.

Rory did invite Cassie to her wedding because she wanted to move on from that stage in her life and no longer held a grudge.

The oldest Howard sister couldn't attend because she was currently filming a new reality TV show, but she sent a couple of wedding gifts.

Gia, Mckay and Leslie were all giggling by the chocolate fountain, the pro football player had offered to give them free tickets for his next game, which they had happily accepted.

The McKay twins were currency being scolded by their parents, they kept on requesting inappropriate songs and annoying the DJ.

Rue was currently wearing a scowl, Jules, Faye and Lexi were all laughing at her as she attempted to trip up the 2-year-old with who she had been arguing all night.

"Rue stop trying to fight my son," Rory yelled over to the girl, Maddy had captured the moment, along with Kat and BB, most of the guests were laughing at the scene.

Rory wanted to as well, but she didn't need anyone to judge her parenting skills.

"He started it." Rue whined and pointed at the grinning 2-year-old,  "he tried taking my juice."

The oldest Bennett sister wasn't tempted by any alcohol in the room, despite being surrounded by it.

Rory checked if she was okay with alcohol being at her wedding because she didn't want her relapsing again, however, Rue said it was perfectly fine because she had been doing great for while.

At social events, she usually drank water or juice and discovered that she still had fun being completely sober.

Well, that was until a certain Marchetti toddler tried drinking her apple juice, despite having a crate of his own juice boxes.

Alonzo pouted and bowed his head,  "Papà said I can do whatever I want to, only if I can get away with it." the 2-year-old sniffled, causing everyone to look at him in adoration.

Alonzo 1 - Rue 0

The toddler managed to weave his way through the crowd and jump on his great grandfather's lap, joining in the conversation he was having with Ethan about adding more diversity to one of the shows he was starring in.

Rue threw her hands up in exacerbation and grabbed one of his juice boxes, without him seeing it and ran outside into the garden with Kat and BB in tow.

During this time, no one noticed Maddy disappearing upstairs with Elliot. The pair had been ogling each other all night, they might've been slightly intoxicated, but the attraction was blatantly obvious to anyone within a 5-mile radius.

He only grabbed her hand and pulled her away when she started to rub his thigh and play with his zipper.

"Your daddy said that huh?" Rory laughed lowly and looked at her husband who walked up to her and his arms wrapped around her waist, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, kissing up and down it, not caring for the people who saw their intimacy.

She suppressed a moan when he sucked on her soft spot, she was trying to not be aroused, but he continued to rub himself, between her cheeks.

"I can't say no to the Lil man," Fezco whispered, sending a shiver down her spine.

Luckily most of the guests paid attention to the caterers that were bringing out more food.

Lexi and Faye made sure to get food from different cultures, especially since everyone requested anything with spices and seasoning.

Rory grabbed her husband's hand and pulled him away and into a secluded hallway in the house.

She pressed him up against the wall, he stared down at her with a lopsided grin, "baby, are you really trying to turn me on in the middle of the room?" she slapped his chest when he started to pull up her dress.

She no longer had the garter wrapped around her thigh, Fezco had already torn it off her in front of the crowd of guests who cheered for the couple.

Christopher and Luca looked away because they felt like they were about to throw up the wedding cake they had previously digested.

"I want to please my wife," she squealed when he picked her up, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, and he rested his hands on her behind, "is that a problem ma?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Not if we're in front of a crowd."

"You're acting like we haven't had sex in your old school, this house, my place, the park that one time, a spa," his listing made her realise how they couldn't control themselves at all, "prison, the hospital, my office, our cars, that amusement park-"

"Okay okay," Rory cut him off, he laughed cheekily, "but just wait until later."

He leaned forward, his lips grasped her ear, "But I know how wet my wife is." he bit down on her lobe.

She moaned, when she felt his bulge rub against her core, "I love when you say that, say it again."

"My wife," their lips connected, "my everything, my fuckin' world." he pressed her against the wall, trailing his lips over her breasts, leaving evidence of his love as her skin bruised.

Her chest heaved up and down, "Baby we can't start this now, wait until the honeymoon." she whined and reluctantly pushed him away, patting his chest, signalling him to place her on the ground, he complied.

Fezco frowned,  "Yes we can," she let his hands explore her body, he bunched up the satin dress, his eyes widened when he discovered that she wasn't wearing her wedding lingerie that she teased him with the whole week leading up to the special day, "wait, are you not wearing any underwear?"  his eyes darkened with lust when he saw her glistening thighs.

"Nope," she winked but pushed him away and readjusted her dress and skipped away, leaving him there as his trousers tightened around him.

"Fuckin' menace," he muttered, shaking his head, with an adoring smile as he watched her retrieving figure.  Fezco turned his head when he heard loud noises coming from the garden, "Lonny, put that goat down and stop chasing your auntie Rue." he yelled at his son who pretended not to hear him.

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FLORENCE ITALY:

"Baby I'm not having another kid for a while," Rory giggled from their hotel bed, Fezco had already taken off most of her clothes and was now kneeling on the floor, kissing up and down her thighs.

Fezco was only wearing his grey sweatpants, attempting to take off his wife's underwear.

Their honeymoon had just started.

Alonzo was staying with his godfather; Christopher, for the next couple of weeks until they returned.

The 2-year-old loved Mckay, especially because he loved playing football and swimming with the man.

Mckay couldn't wait to have children of his own.

"But why?" he whined and spread her legs more, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a feast.

Safe to say that the newlywed couple had joined the mile high club on the way to Italy.

"Because carrying Lonzo was a lot of effort and you know how bad that got," Rory had experienced preeclampsia during her pregnancy, her blood pressure was high due to stress.

Her family worried for her both her health as well as the baby.

Fezco never felt so guilty in his life, he couldn't really be there for her and was terrified that he would lose his family.

"I know ma," he stopped kissing her thighs, he stared into her brown eyes, "I'm sorry for not being there for you and Lonny." she watched pain flash through his eyes.

Rory pouted, "It's not your fault," she cupped his face, "it's no one's fault." she was just grateful she didn't experience postpartum depression.

Fezco sighed and pulled her closer, "If I didn't go inside, you wouldn't have to deal with that bullshit."

"Stop thinking about the shit we can't change." she whispered and kissed his forehead, "we're good now, I'm good now."

"I know it's just fucked up," he muttered, "it's just I want to be there for your next pregnancies," he said sadly, "I missed out on so much shit, I just wanna be there for everything."

He often worried that his son would grow up despising him for not being present in the early years of his life, due to being in prison.

He felt the need to overcompensate because he needed Alonzo to know that he will always have a father, something that Fezco had, but in the most toxic and abusive ways. 

Rory squinted her eyes at him,  "Why did you say pregnancies and not pregnancy?" his frown morphed into a smirk.

"You know I wanna have like 10 kids." he chuckled at her alarmed expression.

He always wanted to have a big family, live on the farm and be away from civilization, but he knew he had to be realistic.

Capri was close enough to his dream, he thought it was quite rural, the couple were moving to Italy in a couple of months, and the island was where Luca was born. 

"Nope."

"5 kids?" his hands moved up her thighs.

"Do you want me to say it in Italian, Spanish or French?" she scoffed and playfully pushed him back.

She watched as he lowered his head down and kissed her down her chest, sucking and nipping at her skin, "16?"

"Fuck no." she whimpered when he unclipped her bra and threw it across the bed.

"What about 4 more?" their lips met in a chaste kiss.

"You get pregnant then." she giggled at his faux offended expression.

"But I wanna give you more babies." he grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge, he groaned when she started stroking his clothed length. "So many fuckin' more," he whined when she stopped her movements and leaned back on the bed.

She shrugged, "1 or 2 more."

"Bet." he reluctantly agreed, he noticed the way she looked him up and down, chewing on her lower lip,  "you know you like it when I'm on my knees for you." she allowed him to take off her thong and throw it to wherever her bra laid.

"Obviously," she grabbed the back of his neck and gently pushed his head down, "carry on." she started breathing heavily when he made eye contact with her and his breath fanned over her core.

"Whatever you say ma."

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a/n:

[fischerfrey]

► basics;

Full Name: Ethel Lucilia Malinda

Birthday: August 20th, 1896 (leo)

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: pureblood (disputed, Ethel’s father is half-blood but it’s not widely known.)

Nationality: English

► magical info;

Wand: Elm, 11 inches, dragon heartstring

The unfounded belief that only pure-bloods can produce magic from elm wands was undoubtedly started by some elm wand owner seeking to prove his own blood credentials, for I have known perfect matches of elm wands who are Muggle-borns. The truth is that elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which, again, makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure-blood philosophy).

Patronus: Fox Terrier

This is a small yet fearless dog that loves being outside and around people. If you have this Patronus, you are spunky and loyal. They work well in teams, so when teaming up with other Patronuses, you can't be beaten.

Patronus Memory: How proud her mother and father were when she told them of her job and all she had accomplished.

Boggart: Being alone and unloved for the rest of her life.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?): Ink, apple blossoms, coffee

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Useful household spells, duelling spells such as Stupefy and Expelliarmus.

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

DADA: E

Herbology: E

History of Magic: O

Potions: O

Transfiguration: E

Electives:

Ancient Runes: O

Muggle Studies: O

► background;

Place of Birth: St Mungo’s, London

Home: New York City, New York, United States

Pre-Hogwarts: Ethel is the oldest child of Agnes and Jacob Malinda. Her parents struggled during her childhood, fending off jealous relatives who wanted to destabilize Agnes’ claim to The Malinda Manor. Still, Ethel grew up relatively unbothered by it all, playing with her siblings and cultivating an interest in reading, writing, and stealing the newspaper to read it in her room before her parents had a chance to get their hands on it.

Post-Hogwarts: Ethel stayed at the Manot for a while after graduating, trying to get her family to get along. When she got tired, she left for London, starting work at the Daily Prophet. Eventually Ethel was sent to New York chasing a case to write an article on.

► physical;

Faceclaim: Gugu Mbatha-Raw

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5ft 4 (162.6 cm)

► family;

Mother: Agnes Malinda

Father: Jacob O. Malinda

► relationships;

Allegiances: Gryffindor house, The Malinda family, Irene Quinn

Best friend: Irene Quinn

Irene is an eccentric private eye, operating in New York. Ethel meets her again, years after Hogwarts, while working on an article and the two end up working together and becoming friends. Irene is not the best friend material, though, and often takes Ethel’s loyalty for granted.

Dorm mates: (hmu if you want your mc to be Ethel’s dorm mate!)

MC friends: (hmu if you want your mc to be Ethel’s friend!)

Love Interest: Rory O’Neill (by @unfortunate-arrow​)

Ethel was two years behind Rory at Hogwarts, and always harboured a crush on him. Years later, the two meet in New York.

Pets: tba

Rivals: tba

Enemies: Grindelwald and his followers (indirectly)

► personality;

Ethel has always been one to walk her own path. She has a strong sense of what’s right and wrong and she wants to leave the world a better place, though her meddling doesn’t always produce the kind of results she’d want. She’s not naturally a quick learner so she had to work hard for her academic success, but she knew she wanted to have good marks in order to strike out on a life of her own, one not depending on her parents’ money.

She is outspoken and extroverted in most cases, but if she forms a crush, she has a hard time talking about it or facing her feelings. Instead, she prefers to go with the tried and tested method of pretending it doesn’t exist.

► misc;

Hobbies: Writing, sewing her own clothes

Favourite Subject: Muggle studies, Charms

Professions: a journalist

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[unfortunate-arrow]

𝚁𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙾’𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚕 | b. May 8, 1894

pro-quidditch player • seeker • father • widower • gryffindor • istj • irish

[saintsir4n]

THE REUNION

❝Birthdays was the worst days, Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty.❞

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

PAIRINGS: RORY MARCHETTI X FEZCO O’NEILL

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O'NEILL - MARCHETTI MANSION (ITALY):

"BUT I don't want a sister," Alonzo pouted and pretended to cry, his parents had to suppress their laughter.

Rory had recently found out she was 3 months pregnant.

Fezco was ecstatic, he had a second chance to be around for the pregnancy experience, going to prenatal yoga, swimming classes and doctor's appointments.

Their friends had already started arguing over who can be the godparents.

No one knew the gender just yet nonetheless, everyone suspected it would be a girl, due to how differently Rory was acting compared to her pregnancy with Alonzo.

Speaking of Alonzo, the toddler was running around the house in his spiderman costume, he had refused to take it off because he claimed to be very distressed by the news that he was going to be a big brother.

Fezco picked up his son, who huffed out in annoyance, "Little man, you're going to be a big brother in a couple of months," his words made Alonzo grimace and escape his grasp.

The married couple had settled on the name Francesca Salem Marchetti if the baby was a girl, Rory suggested the middle name in the memory of the Fezco's little sister who had prematurely lost her life.

Fezco cried when she told him, he knew that Ashtray would love it as well when he would find out.

Speaking of the 15-year-old, Fezco, still carried the guilt and the blame for the raid, that resulted in him, Ashtray and the SWAT officer getting shot.

It plagued his mind, both during the day and in his dreams, which resulted in him staying up at night and working so he didn't have to think of his torment.

Rory suggested that therapy would be a good solution as she had recently started going. She wanted to deal with the issues of losing her parents at such a young age and how they impacted her during her adolescence.

"I don't want you to have another baby," Alonzo shook his head and grabbed his T'challa action figure, "I don't like it," he sniffled and pointed at his mother's stomach, "get it out."

Fezco hid behind his wife, attempting to hide his laughter, "baby I can't do that," Rory spoke in a soft tone, knowing it was more effective than shouting, "you know you won't be left out when your sister is born."

Alonzo narrowed his bright eyes at his parents, trying to comprehend what his mother said, "I'm stressed so don't have another baby," Rory had no clue how he learnt the word 'stressed', he had to have been spending way too much time with Luca.

"Lonny, do you know what that means?" Fezco asked through his laughter. He knew that his son was incredibly preceptive even at his young age.

There were days when Alonzo barely spoke and just took in his surroundings, it used to worry his family, but then they realised he was trying to learn the things that surrounded him, even learn the people he was with daily.

He found out that it was easier to get his way after he learnt people's mannerisms and demeanours.

He loathed loud noises, despite being loud sometimes himself, but he meant no harm when he shouted, he was just showing his excitement and joy.

"No," the 3-year-old said proudly, causing his parents to snicker even more, "ciao," he skipped out of his playroom with his favourite toy.

"You know he gets that attitude from you," Fezco said looking down at his wife, who spun around and glared at him.

"No, he doesn't." Rory sassed, proving her husband's point,  "but don't act like you don't like my attitude."

"I love it ma," he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, "I love you," he kissed her forehead.

"Ti amo, amore," she replied with a huge smile, he mirrored her expression, "I don't know how he's gonna be when the new baby arrives," Fezco licked his lips when he looked down at her stomach, she smacked his chest, "stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" he teased and rubbed over her stomach, unfortunately, she wasn't showing yet, but he hoped she would soon.

"Like you wanna put another baby in me."

He wore a lazy smile, "I do."

She scoffed and moved away from him, "stop."

"Stop what?" he cocked his head to the side, his eyes wandered over her face,  "ma, you're glowing." he tried distracting her, but he failed because she wore a blank expression.

"You know I'm done after this baby." Rory hoped this pregnancy wasn't going to be as draining as Alonzo's.

She also hoped that there would be no issues with this baby, that her health or life, wouldn't be put at risk, as well as the baby's because she couldn't go through that pain again.

"Sure," he sheepishly smiled and continued to rub her stomach, "just be on your best behaviour for your mommy okay?" he whispered to his future child, causing Rory's heart to skip a beat.

"Yeah, just be chill like your daddy," she added.

"Say that again," Fezco's hands gravitated to her behind and squeezed.

Rory smirked and shook her head, "Nope," she gasped when she felt stinging on her cheek, "ouch," she stopped him from slapping her again, "we're not starting this shit now."

"Why?" he whined.

"I have a surprise for you," she said and his hands travelled around her body and settled on her waist.

"What kind of surprised?"

"It's PG." he looked at her curiously.

He had no clue what she could be planning, "Really?" he questioned, because nothing they ever did was child friendly, apart from parenthood of course.

"Nope but you'll see."

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FOYER:

"Ash?" Fezco gasped and stepped back from the door. His jaw was practically on the floor when he saw his brother in front of him.

The fact that his baby brother was finally here spread joy through his veins.

He couldn't believe it.

When Rory said that he had a surprise for him, he wasn't expecting this.

Ever since he had found out his brother was alive, they could only speak only a couple of times throughout the year, because they were worried about the police monitoring their calls.

Yes, they spoke for a while on the wedding day, because Ashtray was on the phone with Gia, during the whole thing, but since she was his girlfriend and they were not related, they assumed there was no issue with it.

"Well, you look like you've seen a ghost bro," Ashtray teased, shocking his brother even more. The 15-year-old's voice had dropped a couple of octaves like that was even more possible.

He had grown to 5ft10, matching Fezco's height, his build looked bulkier, suggesting that he had taken up some sort of sport whilst he was in New York with Tommy.

Fezco wasted no more time and pulled his brother in for an overdue hug, the brothers began to cry tears of joy.

For the first time in 3 years, they could be in the same proximity to one another.

The last time they were near each other, blood was clinging to both of the forms, pouring from Fezco's stomach and Ashtray's chest.

Their old apartment hallway looked like a battle, that they had no doubt lost.

Fezco assumed that he lost his brother for good, Ashtray thought the same, that he would never see the people that he loved ever again.

He didn't even get the time to say goodbye to his grandma or Gia, at that moment in time he never even told the Bennett girl that he loved her.

Although he texted Rory, he wished he could've heard her voice for the last time, but her phone went straight to voicemail.

If it wasn't for his gangster guardian angel, Tommy Egan, he would've been sent straight to a juvenile correctional facility and then be transferred to a maximum-security prison once he reached 18.

Living in New York with Tommy, along with the St Patrick's, he had formed a close bond with Tommy's godchildren; twins Tariq and Raina, and the baby, Yasmine.

Tariq had become Ashtray's best friend, while his twin might've developed a little crush on him, however, he constantly reminded her that he had a girlfriend.

"I thought I had lost you," Fezco mumbled as they pulled away, he kept his hands on his brother's face, analysing every pore and blemish.

He noticed the change in the teen's eyes, they told him more than any words that Ashtray could speak.

The 15-year-old had clearly lived several lives whilst he was away, Fezco only wished that his childhood could've been included in that.

"Nah we're a family forever bro," Ashtray chuckled and held onto his brother's hands, he noticed that Fezco had more tattoos, that were similar to his, a diamond on his hand and a black rose on his arm and several dates on his neck.

He recognised his grandmother's birthday, causing his body to tense, he wished that he was there to say goodbye to his mother figure or even see her one last time before her passing.

Sounds of barking broke the brothers out of their intense gazes, the barking grew louder as Woody approached the door, wagging his tail happily when he recognised Ashtray's scent.

"Sup killer," the 15-year-old, stepped away from his brother, bent down and scratched the back of the dog's ear, causing Woody's mouth the open and pant heavily, "Still my favourite." the dog had grown a lot.

Fezco fake gasped, "Bitch, what about me?" Ashtray playfully scoffed and rubbed the labrador's stomach before, Woody stood up on all fours and ran out into the garden.

"You ain't even in the top 5."

"Dick," they both laughed, "then who is?"

Ashtray reached into one of his Armani suitcases and pulled out a bouquet of black roses that fortunately didn't get squashed on the journey here, "Where's the dumbass?" Fezco smacked the back of his neck, causing him to hiss, "I mean Ro." he corrected.

"Ma," Fezco yelled, hoping that his wife would be close enough to hear him. He couldn't wait to see her face when she saw his brother.

She strolled out of the kitchen with her son attached to her hip, who was complaining about how he doesn't like Steve Rogers because he left Bucky.

Rory let out a shakily breathe when she saw who her husband was standing next to, "miss me?" Ashtray held his hands out expectantly with a huge grin on his face.

She gently placed her son on the ground, Alonzo waddled up to his father, standing by him, looking at Ashtray cautiously.

Rory ran up to the teen and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, he instinctively caught her, "I've missed you," she cried into her shoulder.

Although she occasionally heard his voice on the phone, the connection was rarely decent.

She frequently cried herself to sleep before she discovered that he was alive.

She practically helped raised him.

Many people knew that she would be a great mother based on how she treated Ashtray, and how maternal she seemed at such a young age.

It only made her feel worse when she discovered he was caught in a shoot out, she only blamed herself.

She often pondered what if she moved him out of the apartment sooner, if she enrolled him in school or even if he was born to a different family.

"I've missed you too," he hugged her tightly, before settling her own the ground, "you're squashing your flowers you idiot," she squealed when she noticed the black roses.

Fezco's eyes darted between the two in happiness, whilst his son had no clue what was going on.

Rory shot Ashtray a grateful smile and took the gift, "Your voice got so deep," she commented, "your balls dropped, yeah?"

They all began to laugh, including Alonzo because he wanted to be involved.

Ashtray playfully rolled his eyes, "Shut up and yes." he turned his gaze to the 3-year-old for the first time.

His lips parted in shock, the teen had seen many pictures of his nephew, but this was the first time seeing him in person.

Alonzo had the best parts of his parents, Fezco's bright blue eyes, that held a mischievous glint.

Although his curls were golden, they still had a slight orange tinge that he inherited from his father.

The toddler got his complexion from Rory, as well as her smile and attentiveness.

Ashtray just hoped he didn't get her height.

"Who is that?" Alonzo looked at his parents and pointed at his uncle,

"Who are you?" the teen shot back teasingly. The married couple began to smile at their interaction.

Neither of them knew how their first meeting would go.

Rory reluctantly stepped away and closer to her husband, who pulled her against his chest and rested his hand over her stomach, an action that Ashtray peeped.

The child gestured to his Black Panther costume he had randomly changed into, "Alonzo."

"Ash." the toddler nodded slowly, recognising the name and stepped closer to the teen, feeling some sort of familiarity with him.

Yes, Alonzo saw pictures of his uncle hanging around his house, however, Ashtray had changed drastically over the last 3 years.

The toddler looked up at Ashtray, with a smile small, his baby teeth were on show, "Your, my zio?" uncle.

Alonzo had been incorporating more Italian into his everyday speech, Rory thought it would help him more when he started attending nursery later this year.

Fezco could understand the language, he promised himself that he would learn Italian because of the love of his life and because it was the country he lived in.

Also since he had been working with Luca for a couple of months, he had even learnt more phrases.

Mainly inappropriate ones but oh well.

The Marchetti patriarch was currently having a meeting with his nephew, talking about new business ventures.

Ashtray playfully scoffed, "Yes dumba- I'm your Zio." he avoided the glares he received from the married couple and picked up his nephew, who rested his head on his chest, "Sis, he looks just fuckin' like you.. " the teen internally cringed and looked up at Rory who scolded him for the language, "my bad," Fezco snorted and whispered something to his wife, causing her to calm down.

Alonzo started giggling, despite not knowing what the word meant, "Do you want to help me pick flowers so I can put the soil in Mamma and Papà's bed?" he whispered so only his uncle could hear.

Ashtray laughed softly and nodded, "Of course, Lil menace." he whispered back, the two ignored the stares they received from Rory and Fezco.

"Mamma's got a baby in her tummy," Alonzo said loudly, and pointed at his mother, the couple's eyes widened in shock.

The wanted it to be a surprise but judging from the teen's expression, he already knew.

Ashtray grinned at their embarrassed faces, "Can't you guys keep it in your pants?" He jokingly scolded them, "You guys are such whores." he tutted and instantly regretted it.

"Ash." the couple shouted in unison, everyone turned to look at the toddler who started to smile.

"I mean you guys snore." Ashtray corrected himself, he needed to stop cursing, especially since he knew he would be around his nephew a lot more.

"What's a whore?" Alonzo questioned with narrowed eyes.

The atmosphere shifted.

Fezco rubbed the back of his neck, hoping his wife would speak up because he didn't know how to answer, "He said, snore baby." Rory cringed at her words.

She hoped it didn't sound like she was intentionally gaslighting her son, because she didn't want to be that parent.

Alonzo frowned, "No he didn't."

"This is your fault bro." Fezco groaned and looked at his brother who was trying not to laugh.

Ashray clicked his tongue and stared at his nephew who started giggling, "What? Whore isn't a bad word."

"Whore, whore, whore." Alonzo clapped excitedly, causing his father to sigh tiredly and his mother to throw her hands up in exacerbation.

Jesus Christ.

Ashtray snickered, "Fuckin' hell." he blurted out, making his nephew laugh with him.

"Ash, shut up." the couple shouted in unison, they started to groan when the laughter grew louder.

"My bad."

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a/n:

[unfortunate-arrow]

Rory Patrick O’Neill

May 8, 1894 | Gryffindor | Muggleborn | Ballycastle Bats Seeker | Widower | Father