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ghost-runner · 2 years ago

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“Useless” and “Troubled” until the End: Epilogue

Sully Family x “Useless” Fourth Child Male Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the Battle of the SeaDragon with what happens to Y/N and his family.

Warning: Death of a character, resurrection, character receiving life changing damage, etc…

Note: Because I had people from both sides wanting Y/N to live and die. I chose to do this….I hope it satisfies everyone’s expectations.

Another note: Thank you for the continuous support on this story series. I never thought that many people would actually find it interesting or enjoyable to be completely honest.

— Y/N POV

Y/N: I-I l-love y-you a-all….

Everything went black as I closed my eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over me for a few minutes before I opened my eyes to see myself at sitting in a chair that was essentially some sort of beach lounger chair. I looked around me to see that everything was peaceful with no signs of war anywhere in sight. I saw many Metkayina and Otamikaya Na’vi playing with their children or siblings as couples also walked past with an aura of love emanating from their presence. I then heard someone speak to me from my left.

???: I knew you were a strong one, even when you were already down for the count. I couldn’t be more proud of you.

I looked to my left to see an older looking Na’vi sitting in a chair similar to me as he enjoyed the setting sun we could currently see wherever we are at. I, however felt something off about my neck and I reached for it to only realize that I didn’t have my grandfather’s necklace around my neck anymore. I looked at the older looking Na’vi to see he had on my necklace, just now realizing I was sitting with my grandfather, Eytukan. Grandfather turned to me.

(This is what he looks like in case you didn’t know.)

Y/N: I never expected to see you, Grandfather. Let alone be with Eywa right now.

Eytukan: I’m happy to meet one of my grandchildren. Even if I’m one with Eywa now. I’m very proud of you for everything that you have done, my grandson.

Y/N: I could not be more happier to hear than, Grandfather.

I got up from my chair as Grandfather did the same and he embraced me in a big hug. I then heard some footsteps come up near where me and Grandfather were hugging at when I heard a female and male voice from behind me.

??: I could not be more proud of my nephew as well.

?: I’m proud of you, Y/N. You proved yourself to be a true warrior.

I let go of Grandfather to turn around and I saw a young looking female Na’vi and a gruff looking Na’vi warrior.

Y/N: Thank you, but who are you two.

?? And ?: We’re your aunt and uncle.

??: I’m Sylwanin, your mother’s older sister.

?: Tsu’tey. Your aunt’s betrothed.

(This is Sylwanin)

(This is Tsu’tey)

Sylwanin: We saw everything that you’ve done. You couldn’t make any of us more proud for what you do, little warrior.

Tsu’tey: You proved that you are a true hunter and warrior. I could not be more honored than to tell you that, my boy.

Y/N: That means a lot to me to hear that from you, Auntie Syl. Thank your for your kind words, Uncle, Tsu’tey.

I hug them both when I hear my grandfather speak out in shock.

Eytukan: Never in all my days did I ever think I would meet a Sky-person who is one with Eywa.

???: The universe works in very strange ways. There’s no telling what will happen next.

I recognize the voice I hear immediately and turn around to see Uncle Tom once again as he comes up next to me on my right.

Y/N: Uncle Tom! You’re here!

I give him a big hug as well.

Eytukan: If I’ll be honest, Tom, I don’t think before today, I’ve ever meet a normal looking Sky-person.

Tom: Hey, there’s a first for everything.

????: That’s a big understatement right there.

I heard a voice that I had never heard or recognized so I turned to my left to see another normal looking sky-person coming towards the five of us. It was a redhead woman with a white lab coat on who I immediately recognized her to be Kiri’s biological mother, Grace Augustine.

Grace: I could not be happier with how far you’ve come on your journey, my young friend.

Grace looked at me as she smiled.

Grace: Both you and my daughter have proven yourselves to be one with Eywa. I hope you can try to continue that.

Y/N: But isn’t this the afterlife with Eywa?

Tom: It is, but it’s not your time yet.

Uncle Tom points me to where a vision can be seen. It’s my family and friends crying over my body as it lays there. Mom is crying her eyes out as she cradled my body, praying to Eywa to bring his son back. Dad is remaining silent as he lets his tears fall down his face, regret written all over his face as he thinks of the ways he failed me as my father, Kiri is over with Tsireya and Tuk as the three all cry at the sight of me dying. Neteyam and Lo’ak are just staring down at the ground, letting their own tears go as they silently think of how they didn’t try to help me a lot before they hugged each other. Spider just looked down at the ground in shame, blaming himself for my death for trusting his “father”. I feel myself tear up at the sight of this and I feel everyone hug me to comfort me as I hug them back, letting me own tears fall. I let all of them go and I hear my grandfather speak once more time.

Eytukan: My boy, it will be a painful and long journey to get back. It could take weeks to months for you to fully return to the land of the living, and you might not even make it back fully. There is also a chance that you might have irreversible damage done to your body and self. Are you prepared for the journey back?

Y/N: ……Yes…….I’m willing to take the risk.

Eytukan: Alright then. When you get back to the land if the living, tell my daughter that I miss her dearly.

Sylwanin: And tell her that her sister misses her as well.

Tom: Tell your father that I miss him.

Grace: Tell my daughter that I will always be watching over her.

Y/N: I will.

I give everyone one more hug before I start walking towards the vision. I feel more and more pain as I walk towards it before I feel everything around me fade and I’m left in darkness before I black out.

— back at the rocks with the Sullys —

— 3RD PERSON POV

Neytiri was cradling her youngest son’s body as she cried when she felt her son’s heartbeat and he started to let out very small ragged breaths. Neytiri let her son go and looked over him, noticing that his eyes didn’t open back up. She held him up worriedly as she looked to Jake who came over to her when he noticed Neytiri’s change in demeanor. Jake put two fingers to Y/N’s pulse spot on his neck and felt a faint heartbeat and small slow breathes. He knew his son was alive. Jake took Y/N from Neytiri and signaled for everyone to gather up and head back to shore. However, when Jake to bring Y/N to his Skimwing, she saw out of the corner of his eye that the fully white Skimwing that he knew was his son’s Skimwing popped up to the surface where Neteyam was scratching her muzzle while Bel’lia stared at Jake with curiosity about her rider. Jake brought Y/N’s body over to him and Bel’lia let out a sorrowful screech while Neteyam took Y/N from their father and gently placed his body onto Bel’lia as Bel’lia started to swim home with the comatose boy and his older brother on her.

— at a makeshift medical tent —

We currently see Y/N’s comatose body on a makeshift bed inside of a makeshift medical tent as Norm and Max checked him over. Ronal and Tonowari watched the two men work in silence as they feel sorry for their friends about the state the boy is in. Norm placed a respirator mask over Y/N’s face to help the kid breathe as he continued to check the boy’s vitals while Max started to preform emergency surgery on the boy to remove the three bullets that were still in Y/N’s body. Norm moved down to help his friend try to save the life of the boy. Jake and Neytiri only now come into the tent after getting the rest of the family to fall asleep as they watched the scene as Max pulled out the tools needed to remove the bullets from the boy. After a few hours of surgery, the procedure is complete and Y/N is all patched up, but he’ll have scars across his stomach from his surgery. Norm just about finished stitching up the poor boy as Max checked the boy’s vitals one more time. Both scientists finished with Y/N before they to everyone in the room.

Norm: We have both good news and bad news…

Max: The good news is that Y/N will survive his injuries. He’s a lucky kid considering one bullet was two inches away from hitting his heart and that another bullet was close to hitting his stomach.

Norm: But the bad news is that he’s in a comatose state and we don’t have any idea when he’ll wake up. There’s a chance he may not wake up at all. Also, we checked his vitals and there’s also a chance that if he does wake up, he could possibly end up blind from being in his coma.

Jake nodded silently at this while Neytiri looked at her son in worry that he wouldn’t wake up from his coma. Norm put his hand onto Neytiri’s shoulder.

Norm: The only thing we can do now is hope that he wakes up.

Neytiri nods at Norm. Norm and Max pack up their things before they leave the medical tent. Jake and Neytiri went to their son and they looked down at Y/N while he still had the respirator mask over his face with his eyes closed shut. His breathing was slow and steady as he laid on the metal bed.

Jake whispering: I’m sorry…

Neytiri: Please. Wake up, my son.

The two turn to Tonowari and Ronal who both look at Y/N with sorrowful faces.

Ronal: I’m sorry about what has happened to your son.

Tonowari: I want you both to know that you and your family are now officially Metkayinas. I’m proud to have you as clan members. I’m sorry about your son.

Jake: Thank you.

Norm and Max come back into the tent and speak to everyone.

Norm: If everyone is alright, it’s be best for you to get some sleep with how late it is right now. Max and I will watch over Y/N and let you know immediately if anything changes with him.

Joe: Thank you, Norm.

Neytiri: Thank you, Max.

Norm turns to the Chief and the Tshaìk.

Norm: Chief Tonowari. If it’s acceptable with you, my partner and I would like to stay to supervise Y/N’s condition . That way, we can make sure that Y/N is remaining alright and we can easily reach Jake and Neytiri in case things change.

Tonowari: I’ll allow it for as long as it is needed.

Ronal: I hope the boy gets better.

Ronal turns to Jake and Neytiri.

Ronal: I’m sorry for what I did when you first arrived from the jungles. I hope you can find the chance to forgive me for the disrespect I showed to your family.

Jake: It’s understandable for why you did it. It’s no problem.

Neytiri: I appreciate the apology. I’m just more worried about our son for the moment right now.

Norm: It’s best if everyone goes back home to get some sleep. There’s no reason to stay awake worrying about him when all we can do is let him wake up when he can.

— 3 months later —

We currently see Norm and Max taking notes on Y/N’s vitals when we see Kiri and Neteyam walk into the medical tent. The two went over to Y/N before they began telling him about the day and what happened, regardless of knowing that he probably couldn’t hear them. However; soon they saw Y/N move his hand for the first time in three months and they heard him groaning. Quickly, Neteyam ran out of the tent to find the entire family to notify them that Y/N was waking up from his coma while Kiri stayed behind to make her youngest brother was okay. Norm and Max quickly unplug Y/N from the medical equipment that he was hooked up to and took the respirator mask off of the hot when Y/N started taking very deep breaths of the salt air of the ocean in the late afternoon. Y/N finally opened his eyes, but there was a problem….

— Y/N POV

I finally felt myself in my body again as I slowly moved my hand, regaining control of my body. I let out a low groan as I started to take deep breaths to get air back into my lungs as I felt wires and a mask on my body when I started to get up. I soon felt the mask and wires being taken off of my body when I felt someone squeezing my hand. I opened my eyes, only to realize I could not see anything around me, but darkness around me. I am honestly a little freaked out at this, but I hear an unmistakable voice speak to me.

Kiri: Y/N! Thank Eywa that you’re alright.

I am immediately hugged by Kiri, but I worry as I can’t see anything at all. Kiri pulls away from me after hugging me.

Y/N: Kiri? Where are you? I can’t see anything.

Kiri: I’m right next to you, little brother.

I reach out to my right to feel nothing there and I sense Kiri tense up, realizing that something is significantly wrong.

Kiri: I’m to your left…..

I reach to my left and again I don’t feel anything. Kiri grabs my hand and brings it to where she said she was.

Kiri: Are you okay, Y/N?

Y/N: I’m honestly scared… I can’t see anything at all.

Norm: Hold on, Y/N. Let me check something.

— 3RD PERSON POV —

Norm grabs a tool that allows him to examine Y/N’s eyes. After a few minutes of examining his eyes, Norm knew that the boy was blind after seeing how his pupils reacted to the light. Just then, the rest of the Sully family walked into the medical tent when Norm finished his examination.

Norm: I was afraid of this…

Jake: Norm, what’s the situation?

Norm: It’s something to do with Y/N and I’m sure that none of you are going to like this.

The family preps themselves for whatever Norm has to say as Norm turns to them.

Norm: Sadly, Y/N has lost all usable vision in his eyes, causing him to go blind. I wish there was something we can do, but I don’t even know if this can be fixed to be honest.

Everyone looks horrified at the news that their son and brother has gone blind while Y/N slowly lets it sink in, accepting and coming to terms with his new condition.

Y/N: Well, what can I do now?

Norm: Well, you’ll need to have constant supervision due to your loss of sight. You will also need to adapt to being blind. I’m sure that your family will help.

Norm looks to the Sully clan and sees them quickly discuss something. He waits for them to finish and they turn back to him.

Jake: Is he okay to come home?

Norm: Yes, everything else is good to go with your boy.

Jake: I’m glad to hear that.

Neytiri: Y/N, come on, dear. Let’s get you home.

Neytiri goes to her son and helps him off the bed when Kiri and Lo’ak went to Y/N’s side and help him follow them back to their marui. Once Y/N was safely home at the marui, he was helped to sit down on the floor by Kiri and Neteyam and everyone in his family surrounded him.

Y.N: There’s something I want to tell you guys first before we do anything…

Jake: What is it?

Y/N: When my heart stopped, I was temporarily in the afterlife and I saw a few people up there. Mom, I saw Grandfather and Aunt Sylwanin. They miss you dearly. And they are watching over us. Dad, I saw Uncle Tom and he misses you too. Kiri, Grace told me that she is proud of how far you have come.

I could tell that everyone was shocked, even if I could not see the looks on their faces.

Jake: I’m glad you’re okay, though, Y/N. There’s so many things we should have done long ago.

Neytiri: We can not let you go on alone anymore, Y/N.

Kiri: Y/N. You’re not going through this by yourself. We’re all here for you.

Neteyam: We’re going to help you through this.

Lo’ak: We are all going to help you, bro.

Tuk: I’m here to help you, Y/N.

Y/N: Thank you.

My family all give me a big group hug and I smile widely, knowing that I’m not alone anymore and that I’m not going to be “Useless” or “Troubled” again.

The end.

And here’s for the people who wanted Y/N to die.

— 3RD PERSON POV, back at the rocks with the Sully family —

Y/N: I love you all…

Y/N closed his eyes with a feeling of peace as Jake takes his arms off of Y/N’s wounds and picks his son up in his arms. He feels his son’s pulse and feels the faint beat of Y/N’s heart and beckons Neytiri to help him hold their son. As Neytiri helps her mate hold their son and they hold him closely to their chests as they pray to Eywa for a miracle to happen. They soon feel Y/N’s heartbeat begin to slow even more before the beat fades entirely, signaling that Y/N has passed to the afterlife.

Neytiri: NOOO!! MY SON!!! MA Y/N!!

Neytiri bursts into tears and cries to Eywa for her son passing away while Jake just closes his eyes as he lets his tears fall down his face silently. Kiri, Tsireya, and Tuk were all in a group hug as they cried for the death of their brother and friend. Neteyam and Lo’ak just looked at each other before they then hugged each other and let their own tears fall. Spider did not know what to think, knowing his best friend is now gone by the hand of his “father”. After about five minutes, Jake composed himself and looked down to his now deceased son before he put his forehead against Y/N’s cold forehead. He pulls his head away after a minute before he silently picked up Y/N’s body and made his way to the water to make his way to his Skimwing when he sees Bel’lia poke her head up from the water and she makes a sad noise when she saw her rider’s body. Jake knew that Bel’lia would want one more moment with Y/N and signaled to Meytiri to take their son. Neytiri takes Y/N’s body from Jake and takes his body over to the white Skimwing before she sets the body down onto the rocks. Bel’lia puts her about against Y/N’s head and closes her eyes for a minute before she pulls away before gesturing to Neytiri to ride in her with Y/N’s body. Neytiri picks up Y/N’s body and settles his body onto Bel’lia’s back before she gets settled on her. Bel’lia then begins swimming back to the islands while Neytiri removes her son’s songcord and necklace from around his neck.

— 3RD PERSON POV, Y/N’s funeral at the Cove of the Ancestors —

Note: This was the song that originally played during Neteyam’s funeral in the movie so I thought it would fit here.

All of the Metkayina tribe was standing around as the Sully family along with Tsireya and Ao’nung brought their deceased loved one and friend on a small raft while Ronal and Tonowari recited an old and important message for a safe passage to the afterlife with Eywa. Kiri is trying her hardest not to cry as she looks at her youngest brother’s body while Spider squeezed her hand. She was the closest with Y/N for their shared live of nature and their connection to Eywa. Lo’ak and Neteyam look at their brother’s body in sadness, knowing they should have done more for their brother. Tuk looked at her big brother’s body and hugged his arm quietly. Neytiri was holding Y/N’s own songcord which now had seven beads around it and Y/N’s necklace that he received from Mo’at. The two new beads represent Y/N’s final greatest achievements in his last moments in life: Saving his sister and proving that he is truly one of the family, even if he was not aware of it. Neytiri began to sing Y/N’s songcord while Jake began to bring Y/N’s body towards the middle of the cove with his remaining children helping him move the small raft. Jake took his son’s body off the raft once they were in the middle of the cove and placed the body onto the surface of the water, allowing Y/N’s body to float on the surface. Tsireya then went over to her friend’s body before she placed a kiss onto Y/N’s cold lips, signifying the bond she hoped to have with him before he passed away. After Tsireya pulled away, Ao’nung placed Y/N’s knife onto his chest and brought both of Y/N’s arms to hold it against his chest before he nodded to the body of his now froemd, showing the respect that Y/N gained from Ao’nung for everything. From beating his ass to surviving the akula to saving his sister, Ao’nung had a great sense of respect for Y/N that he wished he could have shown him.

Y/N’s body then began to sink down into the water as everyone close by dove beneath the surface. Everyone watched in silence as Y/N’s body sunk down until he reached the base of the cove before his body was absorbed by the ocean floor. Everyone closed their eyes for a few moments to give Y/N their peace. Everyone except Jake and Neytiri swam back up to the surface while the two parents swam down to the Spirit Tree before they connected their queues to the Spirit Tree. Jake and Neytiri felt themselves be pulled out of their bodies and were transported to the realm where they can visit spirits. They look around them to see that they are at an open space with some sturmbeests drinking some water when they hear the noise of someone setting up something a bit away from them.

Jake and Neytiri looked up to where the noise was coming from and they saw their son laying prone on his stomach as he set up some sort of heavy bolt action rifle with a bipod stabilizing the barrel.

(The rifle in question)

Y/N was also currently wearing attire that looked very odd to both of his parents. He was dressed in a fully black tank top, camouflage shorts, and combat boots which make him look like a Sky-person. Y/N also looked much older than he was when he passed away, he looked to be like he just turned 21. Y/N finished setting up his rifle and got into position to where he was looking through his scope. He adjusted the rifle scope before he readied himself and slowly started to squeeze the trigger of his rifle. He fully pulled the trigger of the gun before the bullet he shot from his gun soared through the air until it met its mark in the side of one of the sturmbeests, hitting its heart: the giant herbivore immediately fell over dead before Y/N pulled away from his rifle scope and stared at his fresh kill. He turned to his left to see his parents looking at him in shock and smiled softly as he got up and made his way over to them. Once he reached them, he spoke.

Y/N: Hey Mom, hey Dad.

He is immediately pulled into a hug by his parents who hug him tightly and he returned the hug after a moment of catching his breath. He then feels some wet things hit his head so he looked up to see his parents were crying and their tears hit his head.

Y/N: Mom, Dad, come on, you don’t need to cry…

Neytiri: How can we not cry after seeing you when you passed away before our eyes?

Y/N: You need to be strong for the family. I’ll always be in your hearts.

Jake: I know, I know.

Y/N: I’ll always be here with you. Now, come on, let’s get to the sturmbeest I killed before it rots.

Y/N walks away from his parents as they begin to follow him to where his fresh kill is at. Y/N begins to carve the beast for meat using his knife and managed to cut enough for three plates for Jake, Neytiri, and himself. Once he finished, he went over to his camp setup not too far away from where he had setup his sniper position. Y/N sat down and began to cook the meat over a small fire that he had at his camp. Jake and Neytiri decided to sit down on a log that was near the fire as they waited until the meat was cooked thoroughly before Y/N passed them their plates of meat to them. The three began to eat the meat while Jake and Neytiri stole glances at their youngest son who looked so mature now. They were proud of the warrior their son became, even if this was just the afterlife.

Y/N: Mom, Dad, you can stop staring at me and just talk with me instead.

Jake and Neytiri looked up to see Y/N looking at them with his plate finished.

Jake: Why are you dressed like a human?

???: I can explain that.

??: I can explain that as well.

Jake and Neytiri turned to their left and saw Tom Sully and Grace Augustine in her human form walking up to the three as they sat down next to Y/N in some of the empty chairs that were at his camp setup. Y/N’s camp had a small setup of 6 chairs around it it with Y/N, Grace, and Tom sitting in three of them.

Jake: Tom?! Is that really you?!

Tom: It is, brother.

Tom and Jake both got up and embraced one another in a tight hug, happy to see each other’s twin brother after so many years. Grace then got up to embrace her friend that she also watched over for many years. Jake sat back down as Grace and Tom did the same.

Grace: We provided the clothes that Y/N is currently wearing. He decided to choose this for his afterlife as it shows the fruits of his labor through his self-taught skills with tools he knows to use.

Tom: He takes a lot after the both of you with his skill and his resourcefulness.

Neytiri: I’m proud of you, my son.

???: He has a lot for you both to be very proud of.

Jake and Neytiri hear a very familiar voice and saw it belonged to Neytiri’s father, Eytukan who was being followed by Tsu’tey and Sylwanin. The three Na’vi sat down in the remaining chairs around the for.

Neytiri: Father…

Neytiri got up and ran to her father, hugging him tightly as Sylwanin and Tsu’tey joined the group hug. Y/N smiled at the reunion between his mom and her family while Jake smiled silently. Neytiri pulled away from the group hug and sat back down on the log and everyone else sat back down in the remaining chairs.

Neytiri: Father. I’m so happy to se Eytukan again. I’m so happy to see you as well, Sister.

Eytukan: It’s very good to see you, my daughter. I’m proud of how far you have come with your family and efforts. Jake, you’ve done a great job with preserving your people.

Jake: Thank you.

Eytukan: But we have also come to talk about your boy.

Sylwanin: Your son has a long way with his journey. Even if you haven’t been there for him a lot.

Tsu’sey: You need to continue to watch out for the rest of your family. You can’t let what happened with Y/N happen to your other children.

Y/N: I do want to say something though.

Y/N got up from his chair and went over to the log where his parents were sitting and sat in between them before he grabs his mother’s left and and his father’s right hand.

Y/N: Mom, Dad. Even though you were not there for me a lot of the time throguhoit my life on Pandora. I still love you no matter what. The times I did get to spend with you, I hold each moment dearly in my heart. I love you both dearly and that I want you to know that I forgive you. Don’t blame yourselves for what has happened.

Y/N squeezed Jake and Neytiri’s hands before he let go, only to be pulled into a tight hug by his parents as they begin to cry, Y/N let his own tears silently fall as he felt everyone else joining in the group hug. After a few minutes everyone pulled away as Y/N stood back up and looked into his parents’s eyes.

Y/N: I’ll always be with you in your hearts and I will always be watching over the family. It’s time for you two to go. I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad.

Y/N gave them one more hug before Jake and Neytiri felt themselves be pulled back to the real world. Jake and Neytiri looked at each other in silence before they disconnected their queues from the Spirit Tree. They then swam up to the surface of the water and made their way to where their children are at.

Lo’ak: Mom, Dad, what was that about?

Jake: We saw your brother.

Neteyam: What happened?

Neytiri: He will always be watching over us no matter what happens and he will always be in our hearts.

The entirety of the Sully family all hug one another, happy to know that Y/N will always be with them as he watched over them. Vaguely off in the distance, we can see the ghostly presence of Y/N watching his family hug before he silently wiped a tear away from his eye, happy to know that he family will be stronger than ever.

The end.

Well, that’s the epilogue of my multi-part story. I’m happy with all the support my story has gotten so thank you to everyone that has left nice comments and likes on my works and I never expected to have people enjoy the story so much. I hope that this accommodated for both sides of the issue with Y/N’s end. I hope everyone did enjoy the epilogue as much I as I did writing it and I’ll admit, I did cry a little wheni I was thinking of the ideas for this. I currently do not have any ideas for what I want to write next so I’m hoping some people might leave some ideas in the comments. Thank you.

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deconstructthesoup · 9 months ago

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Hello, I'm here as said I would. I've got a few questions. What magic(s) does everyone specialize in/study? Are glyphs back and in use? What were the inspirations for making the fankids the way they are?

Have a great day! Toodles!

Everyone's magic is as follows (and I'll be answering question 2 with that!):

Carmilla: Oracle/Abominations (they're both purple, they're both spooky, and she has a natural talent for Oracle magic while also having been taught Abominations since she was a kid)

Mickey: Bard/Beastkeeping/Illusions (they freaking love music, they freaking love animals, and they freaking love messing with people)

Evan: Healing/Construction (the first one highlights his belief that magic is a tool to help others, and the second one highlights his love for building things)

Lila Rose: Plants/Potions/Oracle (she's naturally gifted at Plants like her mom, she has a keen interest in alchemy, and Oracle magic is as close as she can get to legal necromancy)

Heather: Oracle/Healing (it helps to plan things if you can see the future, and she fully intends on being a doctor someday)

Hector: Bard/Illusions (the two tracks that are often underestimated yet are all about showmanship and not underestimating your opponent? Sign him up!)

Holland: They of course can't use magic organically, but thankfully, the magic of the glyphs has returned thanks to King! Just like their aunt Luz, they see no reason to restrict themselves and dabble in a little of everything.

Jayla: Potions/Abominations (she's never minded getting her hands a little bit messy, and both tracks encourage her to think creatively on the field and in real life)

Silas: Abominations/Construction (two tracks that are some of the physically strongest and are the most useful in a fight)

And as for the inspirations, well...

Carmilla is, obviously, inspired in part by Carmilla---both the classic novella and the fantastic webseries that shares its name. I've noticed a lot of "main" Lumity fankids, i.e. either only children or oldest children, who primarily take after Luz, and while that's incredible to see, I feel like we're kind of missing out on the chance to do one who primarily takes after Amity. Mickey kinda just... sprouted from my imagination, really, I'm still not sure how I landed on them. Their design and personality just popped into my brain.

Evan is named after both Evelyn and Evan Kelmp from Dimension 20's Misfits & Magic series, who is a character that absolutely radiates Hunter vibes (the pitch for his character was "kid who was born to be the Dark Lord and wants absolutely nothing to do with that"). In personality, however, he's primarily inspired by Palamedes from The Locked Tomb, which I thought would fit well for a Huntlow kid. And Lila Rose... I did make her with the idea that she'd mostly take after Willow in terms of personality, but I also loved the thought of a Huntlow kid just being weird. She and Evan are both part Grimwalker, after all. (Plus, I love the mad scientist aesthetic too much to let it die with Philip. His crazy dark cottagecore great-niece can figure out how to use what he learned for good, just to rub it in.)

Heather and Hector were actually originally gonna be Jayla's younger siblings---with Gustholomule being the couple that has no kids but a plethora of pets---but I've seen a lot of really cool fics and fanart of Gus and Matt breaking up and then getting back together due to there being kids in the picture and rebuilding a healthier relationship as a result of that, and... I dunno. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense---of course Gus and Matt, two characters who struggle with anxiety and not being good enough, would have a daughter who's a born overachiever and needs everything to be perfect. And of course Gus and Matt, two characters who have a flair for the dramatic yet tend to hide their inner struggles behind the flash and the confidence, would have a son who's a born thespian and is still learning how to step back from the theatrics and just be real. It just works.

Holland... again, I'm not entirely sure. They're essentially what happens when two incredibly kind alt people raise a kid. I knew that I wanted someone to round out Evan and Carmilla's friend group, and their personality and backstory just sprung from there.

With Jayla, well... I've seen some Skarey fankids who are more femme-leaning, but again, partially inspired by my love for The Locked Tomb, I decided that I wanted Jayla to be butch. And seeing as both of her moms were athletes, I figured that it wouldn't be too unusual for her to be, too. The rest of her personality kinda sprung up around there.

Silas came to me pretty much immediately---I knew that I wanted him to be an entitled popular kid who eventually shifts into a snarky common sense friend a la David Rose or Wallace Wells, and I knew that I wanted him and Evan to be rivals-to-lovers. At the same time, though, I didn't want Boscha to be a bad mom, and I eventually settled on her trying her best but also just not being in a good place mentally, which would absolutely fuel Silas's need to make her happy.

Also, I should clarify---Silas and Evan are not a story of "bully meets victim." The two of them are on equal footing, and their rivalry is based on pure academic pettiness and clashing worldviews. Both of them are dicks to each other, and both of them have instances of needing to grow as people before they can even consider each other friends.

#the owl house #asks #the owl house fankids #lumity #huntlow #gustholomule #skara x viney #boscha toh

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drmarune · 2 months ago

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Teen parent Nacht Au (2)

Summary

Little Ida became a aunt even she don’t understand it and Nacht as a parent…… welp good he have Morgan and oh and yami the-

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Nacht hanging in the eating room whit cucurucho wo getting Milk from a maid lucky for Nacht

As Ida where in and looking at the baby

Ida:oh! I‘m a big sister now!!!

Nacht:no you more a Aunt Ida people will get it wrong if you say it like this

Ida looking at him more because he says actually her Name and not „gremlin“

Ida:why? Isn’t it the same anyway she is family!!!

Nacht:no because people think I would did have do disgusting things whit mother and hell it’s worse this I’m a parent I’m not made for the shi€

Ida:oh ok!“ don’t know what means really

Maid:so lady cucurucho is feed sir Faust „smile

Nacht:year sure thanks „as he say it give the maid cucurucho too Nacht wo is not happy to hold cucurucho really

Ida:can I hold her???

Nacht:Hell no not right now I don’t even know how too hold her properly so why do you think to hold her gremlin?

Ida:hmpf fine“close to crying

Nacht just run of whit cucurucho bevor Ida crying

Nacht walking to he’s room as he hear the last voice he wants to hear

Yami:oh hell it’s true you got ya baby trapped Nacht“laughing

Nacht:fuc€ of sukehiro aren’t you whit Morgan and Josie?

Yami:welp No as you see and this not how to hold a baby give here

Say he and taking fast cucurucho wo don‘t know what going on like Nacht

Nacht: how the fuc€ do you know how too hold a baby?

Yami raised a eyebrow at him :you forget ya I had a family too ?

Nacht just Stare at him right wait yami have siblings??? Or younger family members as him?

Nacht:you can have her I’m out

Yami:don’t you dare to dump the baby on my „say he mad

Nacht:why not how you think I could take care of a baby? I don’t even want her really „how could he take care of he’s baby if he can’t even help himself or protect Morgan or say he love Josele…….

Yami:look Nacht year sure it’s sucks ass too take care of a baby even for my but you are the father so don’t your dare to run away from it or be a bad person too it what is even her Name?

Nacht:fuc€ you sukehiro and her Name is cucurucho her mother gave the Name bevor she fuc)s of

Yami:ok? Wait how old is the mother?

Nacht:16 years old I get it she is younger but hell I’m a man how she did think this I taking care of cucurucho she will die or so

Yami:so you are scared cucurucho will die if you taking care of her? I mean you did take whit us of Ida and she is alright

Nacht:because Morgan did take mostly care of her or Josie

Yami:year sure but you did a lot too Nacht and cucurucho seem peaceful as fare Morgan told my

Nacht :tz year sure ok she barely cry…….she sleeps mostly like right now in your arms

Yami:yes sure

Both teens looking at cucurucho wo is sleeping peacefully

Nacht:well-

Morgan:Brother. Why did you make Ida cry?“smile mad

Nacht:oh hell no not you too…….

Morgan:Look Nacht I understand you are stressed because of cucurucho but bringing Ida to cry because of it?

Nacht:year sure how should I tell her she will drop the baby just because she is a little child and is too stupid to hold cucurucho anyway“say he annoy

Morgan gasp:Nacht!!! Ida is Ure sister!!!

Nacht:and?

Morgan:I‘m sorry you are stressed but don’t you dare to talk over Ida like this!!!

Nacht scream now:I DON‘T CARE I DIDN’T SLEEP FOR DAYS AND I DON‘T WANT TAKING CARE OF LITTLE CHILDREN“say he and run away in he’s shadow‘s

Cucurucho begins too crying now

Yami:ow fuc€ shhh it’s ok „say he and rocking cucurucho wo is still crying

Morgan:…….“smile sad

Yami:don’t be mad he will come back he is just stupid right now but he likes Ida and cucurucho

Morgan:I understand he is stressed but he can’t take it out on other especially not on the children…….

Yami :yes you are right now little rascal now stop you Dady will come back“say he to cucurucho wo is still crying

#nacht faust #cucurucho terway #morgan faust #yami sukehiro #black clover #black clover au #black clover fandom #black clover oc #Family #teen parenting #flored Nacht #Nacht need help #yami can hold baby‘s because he did take care of ichika #I’m pretty sure #protective Morgan #Ida is just a child #Nacht is close to crying and snapping at Ida

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foryoupeko · 2 years ago

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Doodle I did at work of SDR2 Next Gen

Some details below, I don’t have all their names yet.

Tw: small segment of abuse, it’s okay she’s good now

Komahina

- Nagito’s ultimate luck helped them adopt a child that looks like a perfect blend of the two

- He’s really smart and picks up lessons quickly but he doesn’t apply himself. He tends to slack off and support his friends from the sidelines.

- Nagito and Hajime disagree a lot about how much freedom to give their son. Nagito appreciated the freedom he got when his parents died, and Hajime wants to be much more involved than his own parents in their child life.

Kuzupeko’s first daughter: Harumi

- Her official title is SHSL Self-Defense expert but her more accurate title would be SHSL Punisher.

- Having been raised at a young age to protect herself from various entities wanting to do harm, she got really good at hurting people

- Fuyuhiko is currently encouraging her to forget about the Yakuza life (for now) and live a normal life

Sondam’s Daugher: Lillian

- As the SHSL Poet, she wrote a famous book of poems in her native language. Whenever she tries to translate it to English or Japanese, the words become really weird. She's most famous of her macabre poems.

- She loves her family very much, but she hates her country. After the tragedy the country became a hellscape full of criminals and psychopaths. It breaks Sonia’s heart her children can never see their country how it once was. Sonia is doing her best to transition to a democracy but it’s taking time.

Ibuki’a son adopted by Sondam: Lucifer

- Ibuki got knocked up and doesn’t know who the father is (it’s twogami’s). She didn’t want the baby so Sonia (who was also pregnant at the time) offered to adopt them. Ibuki’s pregnancy went a lot smoother thanks to Sonia and Gundham helping. Ibuki still visit her son as the fun cool aunt. Twogami eventually realizes that's his son by studying his facial features but choose not to confront Lucifer.

- He is most likely the one to ascend the throne if Sonia can’t transition her country to a democracy in her lifetime. As the SHSL Vet, he will fix this country just like he fixes animals.

- The boy is super flirty (he gets that from Ibuki). He's currently dating Komahina's son but they're poly. Lucifer is fascinated by goth themes so he does bond with Mikan's daughter about that.

- On a meta level: Lucifer is a study on nature vs nurture. How much of his personality comes from his adoptive parents and what factors does he take from his biological.

Speed round for everyone else

- Teruteru’s daughter is nothing like her father but she does laugh at crude jokes. Imagine the sweetest bell of the ball suddenly snort laughing when someone calls her a “Master Baker”.

- Mikan adopted a lot of sick kids as a way to repent. After a while Hajime had to confront her because Mikan adopting kids she knew would die was doing terrible things to her psych. The one child that did survive was an girl born with one arm.

- Mikan’s daughter became very comfortable with death after all her siblings died (from natural causes). Being SHSL moritician allows her to make death, cute. She enjoys being a mortician because the dead doesn’t mind waiting for an one arm professional to finish

- Kazuichi’s son is Kazuichi if he had a good dad and women role models. Kazuichi is the best dad y’all, I feel it in my bones. UNFORTUNATELY, Kazuichi's son becomes the most upset when he finds out Class 77 involvement in the tragedy. Their relationship is a little strained right now.

- Mahiru’s adopted daughter was born to an abusive father who beated her whenever she asked for anything. When Kotoko (pink warrior of hope) saw this she tased the shit out of him. Mahiru offered to foster her and eventually ended up adopting her. Hiyoko was very adamant she never wanted kids so the two broke up. But of course Hiyoko still visited Mahiru, they were still friends. And Hiyoko was a littttle nice to Mahiru’s kid. Oh the kid has an interested in traditional Japanese so I guuuesss Hiyoko can help with that. The kid isn’t thaaat bad. Mahiru wants to try make their relationship work again, Hiyoko is willling. But no way is Hiyoko going to raise the kid. (In case I wasn’t clear, Hiyoko insist she didn’t adopt the kid but she totally did. Hiyoko is really good at teaching her to be more vocal with what she wants)

- Kuzupeko’s second daughter, Ryo. On a meta level, she’s an exploration of someone who wants to grow up too fast, compared to her parents who were forced to grow up too fast. She thinks she’s the most mature one of the family.

- Akanidai’s son is the youngest. Akane for a long time didn’t know if she wanted kids and Nekomaru was very understanding. Akane enjoyed the idea of children because she loved her younger siblings but she wasn’t sure if she would be a good mom. Eventually Akane said fuck it and jumped Nekomaru. Their son was born a little sickly but when he eats he feels better. Nekomaru monitor him well because eating is more of a placebo than a solution.

#danganronpa #sdr2

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years ago

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Harry Badun Application revamped;

Name: Harold Everett Badun.

Known Aliases: Harry, Detective Harry, The leader,and Detective Badun.

Nicknames or Other: Detective, Harry #2, Har, Har Bear, Harry B, Badun, Toothbrush Shank kid, Stalker kid, and Oldie.

Date of Birth or Best Guess: March 2nd, same year Carlos was born.

Place of Birth:De Vil Manor, better known as Hell Hall, or as I like to call, the place where dreams (and living things),come to die.

Favorite Color: Any color other than Red, White, and Black.

Favorite Activity: Taking pictures, solving mysteries, fighting crime, and writing down everything that happens so SOMEBODY will remember because you, Auardon, clearly don't care to.

Favorite School Subject: Evil Schemes and Nasty Plots, Unnatural Biology, Scheme Management 101, P.E, and Tall Tales and the Tellers Who Tell Them. They're my favorites because they help me and my friends' Detective work easier and more possible.

Father's Name (or alias): Horace Badun.

Mother's Name (or alias): How am I supposed to know? My dad's had many wives (surprisingly).

Father's Profession: Cruella's bumbling, obedient servant basically.

Mother's Profession: Again, I have no idea.

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer.

Carlos because he was like family to me before we accidentally read his diary and found out that he saw us as nothing more than his "fake" friends.

Thanks alot for that Carlos!

I don't really know how Mal and Jay are over there but I didn't like them too much while we were growing up and I didn't know Evie that well when they left for Auardon.

So Carlos is my favorite if I have to choose.

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auardon. There is no wrong answer.

I want to come to Auardon so I don't end up getting murdered by Cruella like all of my siblings, cousins, aunts, and stepmothers were.

I want to go to school with my cousin and my friends, and Carlos and learn all the things we see on tv.

I want everyone to know about what all of us have gone through because of Auardon's horrible decisions.

I want to go because the isle is poison and slowly killing all of the innocent (or less evil, at least) people here.

The time does not fit the crime, especially for those of us who did nothing more than be born.

We don't deserve to die for our parents' sins.

We don't deserve to die young without ever seeing the sun and without ever having fresh food and new things that didn't come from the trash.

I want my cousin and I to sleep somewhere other than Carlos's treehouse.

I want Hermie to live somewhere other than a circus trailer.

I want Reza and his adoptive parents far, far away from his birth father and Yen Sid so he stops hating himself and so he's safe.

I want Eddie to be able to find help taking care of his elderly parents so that he actually gets a childhood.

I want Yzla to be able to actually spend time with her father.

I want all of the kids of the isle safe and free.

I want to be able to give all of the dead of the isle the proper burials they deserve.

I want them to be remembered.

You OWE us that much.

You left us here.

We did nothing and you abandoned us.

Is that too much to ask for?

That you pull your head out of your asses and start owning up for what YOUR neglect had caused?

What did we do wrong?

I hate you.

I HATE YOU.

Every last one of you.

You're all murders with the blood of innocent BABIES and CHILDREN ON your hands! You're why my family is dead. Why me and my friends didn't have childhoods.

I hate you.

I'm only filling this out because Jace, the other de Vil cousins, and my friends are too, and I'll be damned if I'm left behind. If I get forgotten.

No one's gonna forget me or the other kids. Not on my watch. I'll make sure of it. That you'll see us. You can't erase us. You can't erase me. You can't erase JUSTICE.

(STOP CROSSING SHIT OUT GUYS! THEY NEED TO SEE US!)

P.s I miss you Carlos. We all do. Even if you don't miss us, we miss you.

Your inventions, designs, and Beezlebub are all safe.

Just like I promised.

Now do what you promised.

Answer us.

You haven't forgotten us have you?

Why haven't you written us?

Why did you write all those awful things in the journals you gave us?

I thought you were DIFFERENT!

Signature:

Harry B.

#disney descendants #descendants #melissa de la cruz #detective harry badun #harry badun #harold badun #the badun agency files #the badun detective agency files #the badun detective agency #the b.a.u au #disney descendants alternate universe #descendants alternate universe

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minarcana · 2 years ago

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laurel childhood headcanons yay

she’s from a tiny-ass village high up in the mountains. its extremely difficult to get to or leave, so theyre fairly cut off from the rest of the world at large. theres some migration/trade/visits from other near-ish viera, but for the most part laurels hometown is very isolated and generally missed/was unaffected by a lot of historical events. even the garlean invasion was... kinda missed for the most part. they heard stories of war from lower down the mountains and took in a handful of those who fled, but it never really felt like a major world-ending event yknow. up until dalamud fell, laurel didnt really have much of an impression of the world outside her village actually having consequences.

laurel is the first child of her mother, with her father having abandoned the family and disappeared shortly before laurel’s birth. fortunately their village, being a tiny-ass circle of population, is very close-knit and laurels mother is a kind person, so the village at large helped provide whatever laurel’s mother couldn’t by herself. laurel views her entire village as basically an extended network of aunts and uncles.

after laurel got a little older and more self-sufficient, happenstance led to her mother taking in two orphans from a different tribe, which laurel helped raise. one thing led to another and laurel and her mother basically became the keepers of the house for any children who were otherwise in need of home for whatever circumstance, which led to laurel’s massive collection of siblings. she sees no difference in those related to her by blood and those simply adopted; so long as she sleeps in the same home and she brushes your hair for you in the mornings, you’re her sibling. laurel’s mother was perfectly capable of supplying food and shelter for the family, and laurel helped her provide personal care and keeping an eye on anyone young, and the communal setting of her home made up for any other difference. (laurels mother never managed to remarry but laurel did end up with two or three other blood siblings over the years)

since laurel was old enough to have a sense of responsibility she occupied herself generally doing errands for anyone around who needed them done, and helped take care of her family with payments earned (be it money, favours owed in return, food, items, etc. etc.) from this. she is a very strong Big Sister Type and this developed then. she is Everyones Aneki thank you

shes 200 years old, so shes viewed as “old enough to leave on a journey but still not old enough to be viewed as Not Young”. she’s in Viera Mid-20s basically

considering this is more or less the setup for adventuring, it’s not a shock that she became an adventurer. she likes being able to protect her family, likes being able to care for others. when Dalamud fell and the ripples reached even her own home, she realized that things that happen in the world have effects that could reach even her siblings. and someone needed to be able to take care of everyone and protect them if something worse happened, knowing more about the world would work to keep them safe! so laurel packed up gear and left running her duties in the hand of her next-oldest sisters, and hopped on a ship to Limsa, where she stayed for four or five years getting her footing and learning of the world before ARR. she has a network of people she knows that helps her send money back to her family, too, but contact is very rare and they dont know laurels the WoL nowadays.

ANYWAYS the meaning of this is if she decides ur her sibling she will now kill and die for you. she looked at the moon falling and went “well, if that happens anywhere nearer to us, someone’s gonna have to push it back from where my little sisters live :/” and simply decided shed get strong enough to Fight The Moon And Win if it looked funny at her family, if she includes u in this family she will go just as hard for u. (also why she doesnt have much of a connection/motivation of ‘ill protect the whole world’ if she doesnt think of it as ‘the world is where my family lives so obv to protect them i have to protect it’ because her world for 200 years was Very Small. her world expands as she meets people she decides to include in that world, rather than her having a concept of The Entire Planet Is Something I Care About By Its Own Virtue).

#headcanon : laurel

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messers-moony · 3 years ago

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Hope 2 | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Potter!Reader

Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like it’s out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.

The huge eight-foot man who introduced himself as Hagrid was bringing Harry around London. It was amusing to see Hagrid turn his cousin - Dudley - butt into a pigtail after trying to eat his birthday cake. It was the first birthday Y/n, and Remus hadn’t shown up. Harry didn’t blame them. Of course, to be fair, they didn’t know where Harry was.

“Um, excuse me, Hagrid?”

“Yes, ‘Arry?”

“Where- Where are we going?” Harry questioned hesitantly, and Hagrids lips curled into a smile, “‘Er gon’ meet with som’ of yer folks.” Hagrid answered.

Harry wanted to jump with joy, “Moony and Y/n?”

Hagrid nodded, and Harry smiled brightly. It took a couple of minutes and walking of a couple more blocks. But eventually, they were coming up on an old-looking building made of black stone bricks. In front of the door was a familiar sandy-haired male with green eyes. He was accompanied by his wife with h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes.

“Y/n! Remus!”

Y/n turned to see her little nephew running up to hug her tightly, “Hey Harry.”

Remus ruffled his hair while Harry hugged his aunt, “Hey there, mini Prongs.”

“I missed you.”

“Awe, I missed you too, Harry.” Y/n replied, pulling apart from Harry, “I’m sorry we didn’t show up right away. But we’re here now. I hope that’s okay. We wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, okay?”

He nodded, “I know. I can always count on you.”

“Good.” Remus stated, “Now c’mon mini prongs. Gotta get your school supplies.”

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid, they were greeted by multiple people. Many people were flabbergasted by meeting the famous Harry Potter and were welcoming to see Y/n Potter. In the back of the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid tapped his wand against the brick wall, causing it to open into Diagon Alley. Harry’s mouth was agape at this new form of Magic.

It was astonishing. The narrow alleyway was packed with people. Clusters of them walking in groups. Some were carrying animals, or brown-wrapped items Harry could suppose were books. Y/n smiled and intertwined her hand with Remus’. She could remember the first time she stepped into Diagon Alley. James was acting like such a prat.

“Woah!” James gasped, “Look at all the cool stuff!”

Fleamont chuckled, “Yeah. Isn’t it cool, sweetheart?”

Y/n nodded, completely entranced in the stonework in the alleyway. It was littered with different shops, and the roads were an uneven stone. Euphemia and Fleamont shared a look of pure glee. Their children were magical born, and they were finally experiencing it first hand. Of course, they had their incidents where Y/n would make lights flicker or James blowing plates.

As they began walking, James began to run off, bumping into people left and right, “James! Get back here!” Fleamont scolded, but he was out of sight.

Euphemia sighed, “He’s gonna be a handful.”

“Definitely.” Fleamont agreed, running a hand through his dark brunet hair, “Perhaps he’ll be even worse than me.”

His wife glared at him. Despite James disappearing, they took Y/n into Flourish and Blotts to get their books. They needed books such as The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and finally, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection.

They didn’t find James until they reached Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was already eyeing the new broom on display. His mouth seemed to be salivating at it. Y/n rolled her eyes at James, drooling over a piece of wood. Euphemia chuckled and motioned Fleamont to reel him back in. It seemed that Euphemia would never get a break, and her heart would be in a constant attack of worry. They had a mischief Quidditch player on their hands.

“C’mon Harry,” Y/n beckoned, “Lots of stuff to get.”

His smile faltered just a tad, “But I don’t- I don’t have any money.”

Harry’s embarrassment made the tips of his ears red, “That ain’t true. ‘Course ye got money.” Hagrid replied bluntly, making Y/n nudge him harshly, “Hagrid!”

“What?” Hagrid queried, confused, “‘S not like ‘m lyin’.”

“Yes, but you don’t just say that.” Y/n scolded, laughing lightly.

“Oops?”

Harry looked up at his flustered aunt, “Come on, Harry. We’re going to Gringotts.”

They began walking to the bank of wizardry. The goblin at the front allowed them to the vault, where Harry was able to pocket a couple of handfuls of galleons, sickles, and knuts. Hagrid made a separate trip for Dumbledore as the other three waited patiently. When they exited Gringotts, Harry began to buy all his supplies.

Their first stop was getting him a wand at Ollivander’s. Harry pushed the door open, and it sounded a bell off, but no one appeared the be in the shop. Remus and Y/n stood behind him as he let out a hesitant, “Hello.”

It took a minute, but then an older male appeared with hair as white as snow and wispy as whiskers. Ollivander smiled brightly at the familiar people in his shop and at the little boy who resembled the older female greatly.

“Ah, Y/n Potter.” Ollivander said, “James broken his wand again?”

Y/n released a shaky breath, “No, not this time.”

“We’re here actually for Harry here.” Remus motioned to Harry, “He’s getting his first wand. He starts at Hogwarts this year.”

Ollivander's lips quirked, “He yours?”

“No, sir.” Y/n shook her head, “He’s James and Lily’s son.”

“Where are they? I’d love to see them, you know.”

Remus shifted awkwardly, “You haven’t heard?”

Ollivander shook his head, “My parents are dead.” Harry informed, “Someone killed them.”

Everything clicked into place in Ollivanders mind. How stupid could old age make him? He had just sounded terribly insensitive, “‘M so sorry. Pardon me and my old age. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s perfectly fine, Ollivander.” Y/n smiled reassuringly.

The older man smiled and began giving Harry wands. The first one was horrid. It made wands on the shelf fall onto the ground, making a vast clatter noise. The boy smiled sheepishly and placed it back in the box. The next wand caused a shatter of a vase which Harry cringed at. It took a couple of minutes until Ollivander came out with the following wand. It was 11 inches long, made of holly, and possessed a phoenix feather core.

Harry waved the wand, and nothing disastrous happened. Remus and Y/n smiled with joy. Ollivander charged him seven galleons for it, and Harry placed down the golden coins with glee. Ollivander could remember the way James had done the same while Y/n beside him. Their identical toothy grins as Fleamont paid the man.

“My wands cooler than yours!”

“No way!”

James nodded in triumph, “You’re just lame.”

“And you’re boring!”

“No way!” James gasped, “I am far from boring!”

Y/n crossed her arms, “And I’m not lame.”

Euphemia chuckled, redirecting her children to look at the counter while the two parents stood behind them, “Ignore them. They like to try and be better than the other.”

Ollivander grinned, “Ah, siblings. What amazing pairs they make.”

Fleamont scoffed, “Yeah, try having two at the same time. Felt like the crucio curse.”

“What do you say?” Euphemia beckoned, and both twins turned to Ollivander, smiling gleefully, “Thank you!”

“They’ll be a handful.” Ollivander informed Euphemia and Fleamont, “But they’ll change the world, and they’ll do it together.”

The older man smiled at Remus and Y/n as Harry went outside to see Hagrid carrying a giant golden cage with a beautiful snowy owl inside, “That boy is something else.”

Remus chuckled, “We know. Little mischief-maker, just like James.”

“Perhaps he is,” Ollivander replied, “But he’ll change the world.”

The rest of the day went by blissfully. After getting all his school supplies, they retreated into the Leaky Cauldron to eat dinner. The tavern was practically empty as they sat at a long narrow table. Hagrid at the head, Harry to his left, Remus across, and Y/n beside Remus on the other side. They were eating in silence before Harry spoke up.

“What happened to my parents?” Harry questioned, and before anyone could answer, he continued, “Truthfully. No lies.”

Hagrid and Remus turned to the female at the table who swallowed thickly, “Something horrid, Harry.”

“How horrid?”

“Harry-“ Remus began.

“A death I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, even my worse enemy.” Y/n answered, staring at the soup in front of her, “The way they died doesn’t matter.”

Harry crossed his arms, “I believe it does.”

“In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t.” Y/n replied, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to stay calm, “It doesn’t matter how they died. They’re dead, and they aren’t coming back.”

Tears collected in her eyes when she muttered, “No matter how badly I want them to.”

Hastily Y/n wiped her face and placed her napkin on the table. She sniffled before standing and pushing her chair in. Y/n leaned down to kiss Harry on the forehead before retreating to the room they got upstairs. Harry sighed and stared at his bowl of soup that remained steaming hot. Remus rubbed his face with his palms.

“Harry,” Remus called, and Harry’s green eyes met similar ones, “Your parents died at the hands of a very evil Wizard. He went as dark as one could go.”

Harry looked intrigued, and Remus continued despite his throat beginning to constrict, “His name was Voldemort, but most people call him ‘You-Know-Who.”

Hagrid flinched at the actual name being said, “James risked everything to try and save you and your mother. When he died, Lily tried to save you. In the end, it all worked out because you were saved. You didn’t die like you were supposed to.”

“Why did aunt Y/n leave the table?”

“Talking about this is still hard for her.” Remus replied, and Harry could see the tears in his eyes too, “It’s hard for me too, but- but you need to know.”

“What were they to you?”

“James and Lily were everything to me, Harry. Everything and so much more. Your mother saw the good in people when they didn’t see it themselves. Your father? Well-“ He chuckled, “He was a trip and a prat. But he cared for those around him. Treated me like family and took care of me like a brother.”

Harry fiddled with the sleeve of his sweater, “James was a mischief-maker that one.” Hagrid said, “Always up to no good.”

“Him and that Sirius boy.” Hagrid chuckled, “Dynamic duo those two.”

Remus let out a tearful chuckle, “Yeah, that was Padfoot and Prongs.”

“Always up to no good.” Remus whispered.

The following day Remus had waken up to what he swore was the most perfect sight. Y/n was still sleeping beside him. Her head was nestled under his chin, drinking in his body heat. Her hair was laid against the fluffy white pillow. Their legs were intertwined together. Gently Remus kissed her forehead before seeing the clock read about nine o’clock.

Remus took five more minutes to admire her before waking her up. He began to kiss all over her face, and Y/n scrunched her nose, waking up as his lips kept attaching to a new place on her face. He smiled as she opened her eyes to meet his green ones.

“Mornin’ love.”

His Welsh accent was to die for, “Morning, Rem.”

“You ready to take Harry to Platform Nine and Three Quarters?”

Y/n shook her head, “No. Not really.”

“Hey,” Remus said softly, stroking her hair, “You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

“There are so many memories there, Rem.” Y/n replied, “Like- Like meeting Sirius for the first time.”

“Or seeing you come back after fourth year with an entirely new style.” Remus chuckled, “Or- Or seeing James almost fall out of the train.

Remus caressed her cheek with his thumb, “We’ll make it through, love. Harry needs us today.”

“Yeah.” She replied breathily, “He does.”

They both ventured out of bed into the cool air of London. Remus, Y/n, and Hagrid walked Harry to Kings Cross. When they arrived, Hagrid had departed from them to do something for Dumbledore. Harry was bluntly confused when his ticket read Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Last he checked, that wasn’t a platform.

As they reached the main floor of the train station, Remus and Y/n recognized the Weasleys almost instantly. Molly had embraced them tightly as they all went through the platform. Harry gave his trunks to the man at the end of the train and turned to the only family he had left. His eyes glistened with tears, and he tried to hold them back but failed.

“Harry,” Y/n knelt to his level, “You’re gonna be okay. I promise. James and I made lots of friends at Hogwarts.”

He smiled at the mention of his father, “Do you think… Do you think he’d be proud of me?”

“They’d be beyond proud, Harry.” Remus replied, smiling, “You’re everything they wanted you to be.”

Harry turned back to Y/n and hugged her tightly, “Please make sure you write to us.”

“‘Course, Auntie.” Harry replied as they pulled apart, “Love you guys.”

Y/n stood beside Remus, “We love you too, sweetheart.”

Harry smiled and wiped his cheeks before hopping on the train. He found a compartment alone and watched out the window as the train began moving. Y/n and Remus watched as the train hauled by. Kids who started waving their last goodbyes to their parents.

“Mum, dad!” James exclaimed from inside the compartment, “We love you!”

Euphemia and Fleamont chuckled tearfully, “We love you guys too!”

Truthfully James never wanted to leave his parents. They were his entire world. When Kings Cross was no longer in sight, he plopped down in the seat beside Y/n, who put her head on his shoulder. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to his side.

“We got this, sis.” James assured, “We always have each other.”

It didn’t take long for Harry to get in trouble. As a matter of fact, it made Y/n laugh that within the first month, he had already managed a detention. She had settled for a letter rather than a Howler. Remus had made sure to tell him his fair of scolding words (“Say hi to Minnie for me!”). Harry smiled when the letter arrived in the morning.

Harry definitely made sure to say hi to “Minnie,” which made McGonagall smile like an idiot despite her usual strict nature. She could see and hear James saying the name when she gave them detention or Sirius’ pouty face begging her to have some form of mercy on them, for they had just turned the Slytherin robes red. Ever the dramatics that Black.

When he arrived back at the Platform, he nuzzled into Y/n and Remus’ arms before departing to the Dursleys. But all was good because in just a month he’d see them again for his birthday, which he did. They took him to Diagon Alley to get his second-year stuff along with some ice cream to celebrate his twelfth birthday.

He spent a week of his summer with them in their little house in London. It was far better than Privet Drive, and he felt a lot safer. But after the week was up, he was forced to return to the Dursleys. Within a week of being back, he’d managed to screw everything up. A thing named Dobby had quite literally dumped puddling all over one of the Dursley’s guests, and that got him trapped in his room.

Thankfully, Ronald Weasley, who had become his close friend, had saved him. Harry went to the Burrow for the first time and met everyone else. Molly had notified Remus and Y/n of his entrance. Sadly, they couldn’t make it to the Platform for reasons. Molly wouldn’t tell Harry, but he was okay with it.

Until Ron and he smashed into the brick wall, making them late for the train. It was then Ron had a brilliant thought of taking the flying car to Hogwarts. It did work until they got stuck in the Whomping Willow and then got caught by Severus Snape. A letter was sent home to Y/n and Molly. Both of which made two very different Howlers to their children.

Molly’s howler was scolding them, and it made Ron’s ears turn pink. Y/n and Remus’ howler was a different story. The moment it opened, laughter rang through the Great Hall. Familiar laughter of Remus and Y/n. It made McGonagall furious and happy at the same time.

“Merlin Harry!” Remus’ voice rang out, “You’re brilliant, aren’t you!”

“Remus, we’re supposed to be scolding him!” Y/n retorted jokingly, “I’m scolding myself for never thinking of it!” Remus replied.

Y/n chuckled, “Obviously, you shouldn't have done that, Harry; however, as long as you’re not harmed, we aren’t mad. Just be more careful next time.”

Remus was still dying of laughter, “Remus is still dying of laughter. We love you, Harry. Stay safe.”

Ron looked appalled with the coolness of the howler, “Bloody hell, you have a cool family.”

“They’re pretty cool.” Harry shrugged, smiling.

Y/n and Remus would be lying if the whole petrifying thing didn’t scare them. They were worried for Harry’s safety but weren’t surprised when Harry ended up saving them all like last year. When they were on the Platform, Remus began getting on the train with him after kissing Y/n goodbye.

He was grunting and groaning at every movement. The bags beneath his eyes looked more prominent than usual. Remus moved sluggishly, which was very unlike him. But Harry didn’t question it until he began to get on the train at Harry’s side.

“Uncle Moony?”

“Yes, Harry?” Remus replied after sitting in a compartment, his cloak covering most of his body.

“Why’re you on the train?”

He chuckled, “I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

Harry smiled, and Remus fell into a dreamless sleep after a rough full moon the night prior. Hermione and Ron joined them not too long after as Harry began telling them about Sirius Black. The year went by as eventful as usual. Harry found out the accurate way his parents died along with Remus and Y/n. Peter Pettigrew being the culprit and then leaving before someone could catch him.

Afterward, Sirius had been staying in the guest bedroom at Y/n and Remus’. He didn’t want to go back to Grimmauld Place. That was the last place he wanted to go. So despite not wanting to be a burden, he took the position that Y/n offered him. Ever so kind, just like James. When he walked through those doors, Y/n had hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek.

“It’s good to have you back, older brother.”

Sirius could’ve cried on the spot, “It’s nice to see you again, little sis.”

The next couple of years were a trip. Fourth-year Harry had managed to get his name pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, leading to a new adventure of challenges. After finishing his fourth year, Cedric Diggory had died, marking the return of Voldemort, which had traumatized Harry in more than one way. That summer, he decided to stay with Y/n, Remus, and Sirius. They were all fantastic help throughout the entire thing. Through his nightmares, Y/n would make him hot chocolate and sit on the couch with him as he talked.

Fifth-year was dreadful. Delores Umbridge had come into the office as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and the Order of the Phoenix reformed. Her detentions were terrible and horrid, especially for the first years. They were just kids, for Merlin’s sake. It made Y/n fume when she saw the back of Harry’s hand. The night they ventured to the Department of Mysteries was almost the worst night Harry could have dreamed of.

Sirius had almost died if Y/n wasn’t as quick as she was. Bellatrix was stunned to see her spell deflected but kept firing nonetheless. When they got home, it was silent. Remus had made tea for himself and Sirius while making hot chocolate for the other two. Harry had laid his head on Y/n’s shoulder and fallen asleep.

Truth be told, sixth year wasn’t any better. Dumbledore had died, and Harry was left to find the rest of the Horcruxes. It was then Sirius learned the actual death of his brother, making him mourn him all over again. Seventh year Harry, Ron, and Hermione ventured out to find the rest of them.

When Harry returned to Hogwarts through the passageway to the Room of Requirement with Snape as headmaster, the war had officially started. In the end, everything had fallen into place. When Harry used the resurrection stone, he saw them. He saw James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius. Harry almost wanted to laugh at seeing them all together. They looked so happy.

“Where- Where’s Y/n?”

Remus gave a solemn smile, “She made it. She’s still out there. Waiting for you.”

“Does that mean…”

“Turns out my sister is a tougher cookie than I thought.” James stated, and Harry turned to him, “She misses you.”

James chuckled, “As I do her.”

Harry turned back to Remus, “Does she know?”

“She was there when it happened.” Remus replied, “I had to give her one last ‘I love you’ and kiss goodbye, right?”

A noise rumbled from a distance, “It’s time, sweetie.” Lily stated.

Harry released a shaky breath before dropping the stone on the ground. He had to do this for Y/n, for Ron, for Hermione, for everyone. He was ready. When he stepped in front of Voldemort to die, all he could think about was his Aunt's eyes. The way they glittered with tears when she let him go for the first time. The way they creased when she smiled at his first Christmas. The way they gleamed with mischief when she gave the Weasley twins new prank material.

His last words would be ones he’d never regret, “Thank you, aunt Y/n, for everything.”

Because through everything, she was the only constant. She was the only one to hold him through anything. Through every nightmare, every battle, every tear, every smile. She was there with her radiant smile and caring nature.

When Harry defeated Voldemort, the world stopped. It was done. It was over. But the pain wasn’t gone. The trauma wasn’t bypassed. This was more than a war. Harry walked into the Great Hall to see crying parents, kids, and siblings mourning their dead loved ones. His eyes zoomed on Y/n sitting crisscross beside her husband, holding his hand tightly.

Wordlessly Harry sat beside her and leaned his head against her shoulder. Y/n tilted her head onto his. No tears fell from her eyes despite everything she had gone through, two wars, friends dead, parents dead, brother dead, and now husband dead.

“His last words were- they were,” She choked, and Harry rubbed her shoulder, “I love you more than Moony loves the moon.”

Harry smiled, “Dad said you were a tough cookie.”

Y/n chuckled, and Harry relished in the sound, “He said that if anyone could get through this, it’s you.”

“Damn it, James.” She said to no one, still holding Remus’ hand.

“We’ll get through this.” Harry said, “And we’ll do it together.”

“Together.”

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mitsungo · 3 years ago

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We are already this far! And this has turned into more of an Akaza x reader story 🌸 I’m sorry Kyo— for now it’s just Akaza, patience, patience. Plz excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes! I’m on vacation right now and I have been adding to this when I get inspired! The next part will be the last part which I hope to finish by Sunday! Because we need closure! No cliffhangers! Not here! 🍡 Enjoy for now! Also time is like super super uh 😵‍💫 just stick with the plot okay! 😭

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Y/n was currently working on a kimono, the client was none other Kocho Shinobu, the insect hashira. It was daytime, so Akaza wasn’t able to be visit her, though he wish he could. He was currently down in the cellar of the mansion. Waiting for Y/n to signal him that sundown was already here. Shinobu was a very good friend of Y/n’s, and she personally would check up on her and the baby. Or babies, as Y/n would put it. Something in her told her that she were going to have twins. It was a gut feeling.

“Y/n, you really shouldn’t overwork yourself. Your body is turning very weak lately, I fear that you will fall ill if you continue working yourself too much.” Shinobu said to her one day when she came to check how Y/n was doing. “I won’t fall ill Shinobu-chan. Don’t worry so much, I’m a strong woman. I can handle this. Come now, sit down with me.” Y/n said softly, patting a spot next to her. Shinobu frowned slightly with concern. “Don’t be worried. Like I said, I am fine. Shine me a beautiful smile would you? I hate seeing a frown on your face! It disheartens me!” Y/n teased Shinobu, letting out a small giggle as Shinobu shaked her head with a smile.

It had passed around six months now, and y/n was getting sicker by the day. Her body was very frail and sickly, she couldn’t really walk around anymore either without help. Her aunt and uncle refused to leave her alone anymore but she would tell them that she needed to be alone sometimes. Senjuro and Shinjuro would come around and visit Y/n often, Senjuro more worried about Y/n’s health than anything else. Mitsuri and Shinobu would drop by too, especially Shinobu who would give Y/n medicine to help with her health and pain that she would have at times. Akaza on the other hand would visit rarely for personal reasons as he told y/n. She didn’t argue, as her energy didn’t allow her to do so. But when Akaza did visit, he would hold her and make sure she had water nearby and the medicine Shinobu gave her. Everyone, including Akaza agreed that y/n should not continue working on anymore kimonos or anything that requires work. Y/n also didn’t argue, since she was too tired to even try and everyone would notice it too.

“Y/n? Dear? You have a letter from Tanjiro-kun!” Her aunt said behind the door. Y/n immediately stopped reading the book she had in her hands. Her aunt slid open the door and gently put the letter down next to her futon. “You finished your tea already. I’ll go brew you some new tea for later.” She told y/n, picking up the tray and leaving the room quietly. Y/n smiled softly, grabbing the letter and opening it. Kamado Tanjiro, he was a very kind and gentle boy that Kyojuro had met during his hashira meeting and his last mission. Tanjiro had come by one day to deliver some last words from Kyojuro to y/n, which made her burst out into tears, then proceeding to grasp Tanjiro into a hug, causing the young boy to cry as well. Ever since that day, the both of them wrote frequently to one another, with y/n telling him about her pregnancy, wishing him luck on his missions and other things. Tanjiro would write about his missions, or his day, or how Zenitsu and inosuke missed her and how much he loved reading about how y/n and the babies were doing. Another point to y/n on how she knew she was going to have twins, when Tanjiro visited her one day during her early months of pregnancy, he assured her that she was having twins. Still, no one believed the two, though Zenitsu too assured her that she was pregnant with twins.

A few days later, Tanjiro and Nezuko had stopped by to pay a visit to Y/n. It had been around two weeks since they had last seen her, and Tanjiro was dying to speak to her. As Tanjiro and Nezuko walked to her residence, he couldn’t help but think about how much of a mother figure y/n was to him and Nezuko. She reminded him of his mother, her gentle and soft spoken nature caused him to think of his mother when y/n spoke or laughed. When she hugged him the first time they met, Tanjiro was left in a state of shock, the warmth was that of a mother, a loving and kind embrace. They both arrived in front of the mansion and immediately saw the gate open. It was Y/n’s aunt.

“Oh! Tanjiro-kun! Nezuko-chan! Good timing! I just brewed Y/n some tea! Come in! Come in my dears!” Her aunt waved, yanking Tanjiro and Nezuko in before they could even greet her. “Thank you very much Mrs. L/n!” “I told you to call me aunt! We are like family now! Don’t be shy dear!” Mrs. L/n giggled, putting a hand over her mouth, her eyes closed. “Ah yes sorry Mrs— erm auntie.” How much he missed visiting the L/n residence.

“She’s in her room! You know where it is darlings!” Aunt L/n said, before leaving to go get the tea. “Come on Nezuko, let’s go see Y/n!” Tanjiro grabbed Nezuko’s hand and they both quickly made their way to her room. “Y/n.” Nezuko softly said. “Yeah that’s right—!” The doors to y/n’s room slid open, interrupting Tanjiro. “Tanjiro. Nezuko. I’m so happy to see you both again.” Y/n smiled softly, her arms wrapping themselves around the siblings. Tanjiro’s eyes widened, “You can’t be up mother!” He quickly realized what he said, his face flushed red with embarrassment. Y/n laughed weakly, still hugging the two siblings.

After getting settled and drinking some tea, y/n pulled a small box out from her drawer. “I want to give you both something. As you both have been very kind to me, my family and my children.” Y/n said, pulling out two small handkerchiefs, one patterned like Tanjiro’s haori and the other like nezuko’s kimono. Y/n handed them to the two siblings, Tanjiro bowed his head, taking the piece of cloth and looking at it closely. It was a snowy mountain, it reminded him of his home, the snow, the trees, the grey sky. Y/n was taken by surprise when Tanjiro embraced her, tears falling from his eyes. “I’m—.” Tanjiro started but was cut off by y/n embracing him back tightly, Nezuko joining in, both children nuzzling themselves into Y/n’s hug. “You both, are one of the many greatest treasures blessed to me. I am so glad to have two wonderful children like you both.” Y/n said in between tears, Tanjiro looked up at her, a warm gentle smiling adoring her face as tears fell from her eyes. The two of them cried softly, Nezuko blinking in surprise at why her two favorite people were crying.

When Akaza arrived later that day, y/n was a bit shocked but she quickly welcomed him into her room. Akaza went to give her an embrace but he stopped midway. She smelt different, and it irritated him. Just who the hell was she seeing during the day? He had gotten familiar with a few scents, her aunt, her uncle, three friends that she refused to give the names of, but these two new scents were just unbearable, he had smelt one of them somewhere before, but he couldn’t remember from where. Y/n picked up on his new mood and looked down slightly, preferring not to say anything, as Akaza could easily get annoyed when he is in deep thought. Y/n sighed, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. Suddenly, a wave of pain hit her like a rock, she didn’t know what it was but it was almost as if it was a cramp. She let out a small gasp, covering her mouth quickly so Akaza couldn’t hear her, but Akaza had noticed and was already by her side.

“What’s wrong Y/n? What hurts? Tell me! Where is the medicine? Come on! It has to always be near you! You know this!” He cried, looking around for the medicine Shinobu had given to y/n for pain. “It’s in the cabinet. Top shelf.” Y/n replied, putting her hand on her stomach. As Akaza was looking for her medicine, she started to hum a tune, rubbing her stomach to soothe the babies down. “On wintery days, up on the snowy hills, a house not far from the village—.” A few small kicks from her stomach caused y/n to stop singing. She was surprised, her babies have never kicked once. Akaza froze immediately at how silent the room had become, he swiftly took the medicine and was by y/n’s side in less than a few seconds. “What happened?” He questioned, glancing back and forth at her and her stomach. “The babies, just kicked me.” Y/n answered, tears brimming from her eyes. Akaza was in shock, his eyes moved to look at y/n’s, she looked back at him, her eyes now sparkling like the stars. “Akaza-kun, I want you to know something.” Y/n started, picking up his hand and moving it towards her stomach, placing it on top. “I might die, giving birth to the babies. But it is worth my own life, as any other mother would do the same for their children. These babies, will have a life worth living, they will be able to experience what it is to grow, to love and to cry. Even though, their parents won’t be around.” Akaza’s eyes widened at her words, how could she calmly say such things? Does she not fear death? Why is that? How is that possible? No, he could not let her die, not when she had children to live for. “You can not die. You must not die!” He cried, gripping her hands tightly, causing her to flinch and look at him with surprise. “These children, can not live without a parent! They need you! Their mother! Their mother is most important person in the world! That is why you can not die! Their fathers may not be alive when they are born and when they grow up! But they will have you! And you will tell them all about their fathers, their lives and their wills! So you have to promise me….” He paused, staring intently into y/n’s eyes, who’s eyes have started to spill more tears. “…you have to promise me that you will live! For you! And for our children!” Akaza yanked y/n into a kiss, he could not be able to cry one single tear, as much as he wished he could, but y/n knew this, as she was crying much more now. “I will have to leave you. This is my last visit. I only wish. We could have spent much more time together. If only then…if only, no, this is how it must be. I’m sorry. I—.” The words wouldn’t come out of his mouth, he couldn’t say it, he didn’t have the courage to do so. Y/n gently gripped his hands, bringing them up to her heart. Akaza stared in awe, as y/n’s tears finally stopped.

Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn’t they just be together a bit more? Was it too much to ask for? He was going to be a father, after all these years, and yet he had to leave it all behind. His little affair with Y/n, his own child, his love, his kindness, his warmth, it would be all gone. All of this happiness will disappear after he leaves, after he steps foot out of her mansion, the final battle was approaching, and y/n knew it too. Why was the world like this? No, he had a role to fulfill, he must continue fighting, no matter the cost. Akaza was a demon, he ate and murdered humans. He was a monster, a very strong monster too, yet this woman who someone managed to entangle with his emotions, caused him to see beauty in the world just for a little bit. The woman who’s fiancé he had killed with his own hands, he took her only happiness away and still she found new happiness with him. And now, with twins on the way, she would be happy even more. How beautiful. Akaza felt himself stand up with y/n by his side, going near the window in the room, they stood in front of it, hands intertwined together. She kissed the knuckles of his hands, and opened her mouth,

“You are one of the most understanding, kind, respectful and wonderful persons I have ever met in my life. I am thankful for having such a sweet person with me for this long. I owe you so much Akaza-kun. So please take care of yourself.” She reached her hand out towards his cheeks, his eyes widening with confusion, her smile, was the most genuine he had ever seen on a person throughout his entire life as a demon. “Fight with honor, and do the best you have ever done in your entire life, as this is the last blessing I will give you…” Y/n’s hands fell to her sides, her eyes glimmering with passion and determination. He knew this was it, this was their last day together. As he jumped from her window, into the garden, and onto the fence. He looked back one more time to see her, just to see her before he left for good, his heart aching as he heard her words slip from her mouth.

“Akaza-kun. I love you too.”

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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Disappointments-Male!Gay!Shelby!Reader x Shelby Family

(GIF credit to @frillmag)

Tags: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @bloodorangemoonlight @haphazardhufflepuff @mzcrazy2

Requested by anonymous : 'Hey, do you write for male readers? If so, could you write a fic about either one of the Shelby brothers having a gay son, or being one of the Shelby brothers and being?? Maybe being Finn’s twin brother and being gay? If not, that’s okay. It’s just hard to find male reader fics. P.S. your writing is amazing! 😙’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader (brothers), Polly Shelby x Reader (aunt), Thomas Shelby x Reader (brothers), John Shelby x Reader (brothers)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Homophobia, swearing, mentions of sex, violence, guns, fluff

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"You're getting worse at sneaking in you know. It's just sloppy now." Finn startled his brother who had been doing just that.

(Y/N) sighed as he shut the backdoor that lead to the kitchen. Finn was sat at the table, a cup of tea in his hand, already finished with his breakfast. He was loving this. But what person didn't enjoy seeing their sibling potentially get into trouble?

“Is Polly about?" (Y/N) asked, still staying quiet.

“Going behind her back once again?” Finn didn't lower his voice, smirking at his brother's distress.

“Shut up you prick! Just help me out here, please. It's not like you're a Saint round here.”

Footsteps coming down the stairs panicked (Y/N), desperately trying to think of a way out of this. He had been out on a long night out, meaning he was still wearing his fancy clothes and his head was throbbing with a hangover. The smell of Finn’s cooked breakfast still lingered in the air, which made (Y/N) feel both sick and starving. As Polly got nearer, (Y/N) grabbed a towel drying in front of the stove, wrapping it around his shoulders before trying to comb his hair down with his fingers. Finn tried to hide his sniggering as Polly entered the room.

“Eh, where have you been?” Polly immediately asked.

“I've been down here, with Finn.” he lied.

“Why have you got a towel around your shoulders?”

“Left my dressing gown upstairs.”

“You Shelby boys think you can blatantly lie in front of me and get away with it. Where were you?”

(Y/N) groaned, flinging the towel off his shoulders.“Out, enjoying myself for once.”

“You know you should tell us where you are, in case-”

“-in case anything happens, I know. But whenever Finn goes out, he doesn't get questioned!”

Polly glanced at the floor."We've been through this."

“Because I let men fuck me?”

Polly's head whipped up, her eyes wide.“(Y/N)!”

Finn ducked his head slightly. This was all fun and games at first, but it always lead back to this. His brother was right. They wanted to know where he was to make sure no one recognised him as a Shelby when he went there. And if anything broke out, he could be taken away from the scene before someone used him to mock the Peaky Blinders.

“Just don't mention this to your brothers. They've got enough on their plate at the moment.” Polly snapped.”

(Y/N) stood from his seat, scoffing as he left the room.“Not that Finn or I would know anything about that. We're the disappointments of the family, remember? They don't want us anywhere near them.”

(Y/N) held back his frustrated tears as he washed his face in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror as the droplets ran down his face. This was who he was, but sometimes he wished he could be like his brothers, any of them. Over the years he had desperately tried to ignore that side of him, tried to find a girl he could put up with. At first, he thought it would be easier than he thought; he easily spoke to girls, he could be flirty if he wanted, and he was Shelby so it wasn't hard to convince them to coke home with him. However, as he thought about a life with a woman, he found himself turning up his nose at it. He just couldn't bring himself to go through with it, even the thought of a small kiss made him uncomfortable.

As he left the bathroom and headed to his room, (Y/N) smelt a cooked breakfast again. This time it didn't make his stomach churn so much. Entering his room, he realised the smell was coming from there, and his confusion was resolved when he spotted Finn perched on his bed, a plate of food on his lap.

“Pol left hers. So, thought it shouldn't go to waste.” Finn said, holding the plate out to (Y/N).

A small smile graced (Y/N)'s lips as he took it.“Thanks.”

He sat up against the headboard of his single bed, starting to eat as Finn made himself comfortable.

“I'm sorry about what I said earlier. About us being the disappointments.” (Y/N) rudely spoke with his mouth full.

“It's the truth, innit?” Finn shrugged.

“They'll take you on, Finn. You'll soon be running around doing jobs for them.”

“What about you?”

“Let me outside into the public, letting people see the homosexual Shelby brother? I don't think so.”

Finn knew he was right. He hesitated before asking his next question.“(Y/N)...how did you know that you...liked men?”

“I just...find them attractive, the same way you like women, I guess. I always thought that maybe I was jealous of how they looked. Maybe it was the way they held themselves. But at a party one night I...”

“You told me about this. You kissed a boy.”

(Y/N) sadly chuckled.“Yeah. In the moment it felt right, I could tell that this was who I was. But as soon as we stopped, I felt sick. I mean, could you blame me? I was fifteen and still terrified of our brothers. I just started imagining being kicked out, left on the streets, people would come after me because I like men, thinking that cause I'm a Shelby that it would effect the family. Our family doesn't give a shit about us.”

Suddenly the door opened, Polly stood there with a hand on her hip.“Right, you, get dressed. Your brothers want to see you.”

She swiftly closed the door, leaving the boys in silence. (Y/N) was the first to make noise as he bit into a piece of toast.

He swallowed before speaking. “Guess I was wrong about what I said before.”

The boys were suited up before meeting their brothers at Charlie's yard. They were gathered around a fire pit, Charlie and Tommy smoking, no one noticing the boys until (Y/N) cleared his throat. They felt nervous, they always did when summoned by their older brothers. For so long they had both wanted to please them, make the family name proud; Finn still did, (Y/N) on the other hand couldn't give less of a damn.

“Right, we can start.” Tommy cleared his throat as he put out his cigarette.

“Lovely greeting as always, Tom.” (Y/N) muttered.

“Leave it (Y/N).” John warned.

“You're all here to execute the plan.” Tommy started.“You've all been given your instructions, today is the day we carry them out.”

“Tom,” Finn interrupted,“we haven't been given any instructions.”

Everyone looked towards the youngest, but Arthur smirked.“Don't you two worry, we've got something for you.”

The boys had to stand there and listen as Tommy went over everything, ensuring that everyone knew what they were doing. None of it made sense to them, they were trying to figure out where they fit into all of this.

“You two,” Tommy finally referred to them,“you're going to go to the family's house, make sure they stay there.”

“How?” (Y/N) asked.

“You'll come up with something. But make sure none of them leave, do what you have to do.”

Everyone was dismissed, immediately knowing what to do. (Y/N) and Finn glanced at each other, obviously annoyed that they were left with the task of stalling. What on earth were they supposed to say to keep them from leaving the house?

As they walked down the street address they were given, (Y/N) and Finn huffed, shoulders slumped as they approached the house.

“We're really moving up in the ranks, aren't we?” Finn moaned.

“I don't give a shit about ranks or impressing Tommy.” (Y/N) scoffed.

Finn glared at his brother.”Yeah, well, some of us are expected to carry on the family business.”

(Y/N) just rolled his eyes, stopping in front of the door. He knocked on it, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stood beside Finn. The door opened to reveal a middle aged woman, quite plump with her hair in a (once neat) bun, cheeks red and she looked out of breath.

“Oh, Mr Shelby...and Mr Shelby.” she panted out, the sound of screaming children answering why she looked tired.

(Y/N)'s body tensed up as he recognised her. He was here last night, this was the house he was brought back to with that man...she obviously didn't know about that, but (Y/N) silently panicked at the thought of his one night stand seeing him here.

“We're here to talk about your protection payment.” Finn started.

She shrugged.“We don't pay for that anymore.”

“We know. That’s the problem.”

“Look, the kids need feeding, I don't have time to chat.”

She started to shut the door, but Finn stopped it.“We're in no rush. We can wait inside.”

The woman knew it wasn't a suggestion, it was a demand. She didn't hide her anger as they walked in, scurrying off to her children in the kitchen, shouting for their food.

“She must know her husband is going to die today.” Finn whispered.“He's been an arse hole for months now, to us and her.”

(Y/N)'s heart was racing.“Finn, I might wait outside-”

“What you talking about? We're fine here.”

“Just to cover more ground.”

“We only need to be here. Stop messing around.”

“For fucks sake Finn, I was here last night!” (Y/N) harshly whispered.

“What?”

“I came back here with a boy last night. This is his family!”

Finn chuckled, trying to keep quiet.“Oh this is brilliant.”

“Shut up, no it's not!”

“Is he still here?”

“How the fuck should know?!”

“Look boys,” the mother returned,“I don't get involved with this side of things. This is all to do with my husband.”

“Then you don't know what he's been up to?” Finn alluded.

“No?”

“Finn, don't say anything.” (Y/N) whispered.

He sighed.“Got any tea?”

(Y/N) couldn't relax at all, hardly touching the tea the woman was forced to make. Finn seemed to be relishing in the small power he had. The children were outside playing, their squeals, giggles and bickering echoing out. Finn made the woman stay in the kitchen with them, not trusting her to somehow rush off and save her husband, not that she would be able to find him. (Y/N) had scenarios racing through his head, wondering if the guy he slept with would be home at any minute. It was killing him thinking that he had been here already, and the woman didn't even know.

“I'm back. Could only get a small loaf today, baker's struggling. Something to do with having the wrong flour?” an all too familiar voice rang out as the front door opened.

(Y/N)’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, loathing the menacing grin on his brother’s face. He scanned around the room, wondering if there was someway he could hide his face; he even thought about leaving through the back door, but (Y/N) knew he couldn’t leave Finn behind. It was too late anyway, because his one night stand was right in front of him. He too froze in the doorway, rustling the paper bag as he gripped onto it.

“What do you think you’re doing boy?” his mother scolded him, snatching the bag of bread out of his hand as she stood.“We have to make this last the week!”

He didn’t respond, his eyes still on (Y/N).“What are they doing here?”

“Your father is ruining our lives again.”

“That still doesn’t explain why they’re sat in our kitchen.”

“Here on business.” Finn piped up, glancing at his pocket watch.“Shouldn’t be here much longer.”

“What have you done with my dad?”

He wasn’t in shock so much, it had turned to anger, and it was directed at Finn’s cockiness. But Finn loved this, he felt like his brothers did when they had the power. Sipping on his tea, he took his time to answer, only making the son impatient.

“Dunno. Our brother’s are dealing with that.”

“You son of a bitch-”

The son swiftly moved towards Finn, but (Y/N) instinctively lunged in front of his brother, holding the man back. The woman screamed, grabbing a rolling pin and hitting (Y/N) on the back. He yelped out every time he hit her, until Finn easily took it out of her hands, giving her a fierce glare that made her shrink.

“He needs to stay outside. (Y/N), make sure he stays there.” Finn ordered.

“And if I don’t comply?” the son quipped back.

Finn opened one side of his coat, revealing his gun.“There doesn’t need to be anymore death today.”

The woman gasped, backing further into the counter away from Finn. (Y/N) just sighed, rolling his eyes.“There’s no need for that. Put it away before you give her a heart attack.”

The man shoved (Y/N) away, glaring at Finn as he made his way outside where his brother’s and sister’s were. (Y/N) followed, panicking slightly as he left through the gate and into the back alley that lined the small yards.

“Don’t worry, I’m not running off. Just didn’t want to argue in front of my siblings.” he huffed, leaning against the stone wall and crossing his arms.

“Understandable.” (Y/N) muttered.

“So, you’re killing my dad today?”

(Y/N) didn’t answer, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, so now it’s the silent treatment? You’re doing a better job of that than last night-”

“Alright! Look, I don’t actually know what my brother’s are doing.”

“You going to shoot all of us after they’re done?”

“No! You lot haven’t done anything. My brother’s wanted me today, they never usually do, and as usual, I am never involved with any planning.”

“But you go along with it anyway?”

“When you have a family like mine, you do as you’re told. It causes less drama.”

“Fuck having a family like yours.”

“That’s something we can both agree on.”

The man scoffed a laugh.“So, last night, you had no idea you would be here today?”

“No.”

“You weren’t using me to get information for your brothers?”

“I would never do that.”

“Thought you said you do as you’re told?”

“Oh, shut the fuck up! I liked you last night when I was drunk but now you’re just really fucking annoying.”

“Good thing we didn’t want to take this further. Bet you don’t even remember my name.”

“Obviously not worth remembering.”

“It’s Jack!”

Their bickering was interrupted by a woman’s scream coming from the house. This caused silence over the children too, who after a few seconds started screaming themselves or crying out of fear. Jack tried to rush past (Y/N), but the Shelby boy held him back, pinning him against the wall. Jack was strong, but (Y/N) had the upper hand of wielding a gun. Jack hesitated, thinking about how he could get out of this, though he didn’t know how ruthless (Y/N) could be.

They stared at each other, frozen in that position with the gun digging into Jacks’ neck. (Y/N) wasn’t sure what to do. On jobs like these, they would usually be done by now, but this was a mess. As he was trying to come up with a plan to calm the situation down, the sound of a door slamming startled them, luckily the safety was still on the gun. Finn burst through the gate, a scowl on his face as he saw the pair.

“Having a repeat of last night?” Finn spat.

“What have you done to my mother?!” Jack writhed under (Y/N)’s hold.

“She’s fine, unharmed. The children are inside with her. (Y/N) we can go.”

“So he’s dead then?” Jack pushed (Y/N) away as soon as his grip loosened.

Finn turned around, ready to start walking away.“Thought you would be happy. He sounded like a terrible person.”

“I am. I’m angry that you came here and terrified my family, you peaky scum.”

That made Finn halt in his steps. He loathed anyone disrespecting the family name.“What did you just call us?”

“Finn, it doesn’t matter. Let’s just get back to the others-”

Finn spoke over (Y/N).“He’s being disrespectful. That was a very stupid thing to do, especially since there’s two of us, and one of you.”

“Finn, we don’t have to do anything. Let’s. Go.”

(Y/N) quickly walked away, leaving Finn behind. His mouth dropped open in shock at his brother’s actions. How dare he leave him behind?! Finn turned to deal with Jack, only to have him spit on the floor before returning to his home and family.

Finn had a go at (Y/N) the whole time they were walking back to the shop. He kept going on about holding up to the family name, making sure that no one stood up to them. (Y/N) didn’t respond. He didn’t want to follow in his brother’s footsteps. Who would want to be part of this dynasty? If he had to hurt people like that again, he would tear his hair out. He hadn’t done anything directly to that family, however, being a part of the problem was still bothering him. As they entered the shop, Finn was still rambling on, catching the attention of the rest of the family.

“Oi!” Tommy yelled to shut up Finn.“What’s going on?”

(Y/N) lowered his head.“Nothing-”

“(Y/N) walked away from someone who deserved a beating.” Finn frowning.

Tommy rolled his eyes.“Did you do the job?”

“Tom, you’re not going to do anything? You always lecture me about-”

“No, Finn. Now is not the time. Answer my question.”

“Yeah. It’s fine. She stayed put.”

“Good.”

Finn just huffed at Tommy’s dismissive attitude, slumping into a chair as the eldest brothers started talking with Polly. (Y/N) stayed put, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So why didn’t you throw a punch? Scared to hurt your pretty little face?” John cruelly teased (Y/N) as he split from the group.

(Y/N) didn’t respond.

“Come on, (Y/N). Why so quiet?”

“John,” Polly warned,“leave your brother alone.”

“He’s no brother of mine.”

John had always made his opinion about (Y/N) known. The young boy wasn’t stupid. He knew his older brothers didn’t like him, though John was the only one that said it out loud.

“Don’t worry Pol,” (Y/N) started,“they’re not my brothers either.”

“Stop it, both of you.”

“Why should I? I get this shit from them everyday, but the moment I stand up for myself, I’m the one who’s in the wrong.”

“Because you’re wrong. It’s not right what you...what you do with men.” John argued.

“What I do is none of your business!”

“It is when you’re a fucking Shelby and a Peaky Blinder!”

“I didn’t want to be either of those things! I always stay out of the way of you guys, but for some reason, you always want me to be a part of it! To keep up with your image? I don’t think so.”

(Y/N) wasn’t going to stay a moment longer. The arguments always ended up the same, he would always be outnumbered, and he wasn’t going to deal with it again. As he left, only Polly and Finn called out to him, not surprising. He made a beeline for his home, rushing upstairs to pack everything he could into a case. Small Heath was never his home. He never felt right here. He would get on a train tonight, find somewhere to go, anywhere but here, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t be known anywhere else. (Y/N) could make somewhat of a start to his life. No more links to the Shelby name, no more links to the Peaky Blinders.

People stared at (Y/N) as he lugged his suitcase through the streets. They were all wondering where the young Shelby was headed to. His breathing was heavy as his heart beat raced. He was only young, he didn’t have much planned past getting on a train. This was crazy, it didn’t make sense to do this, yet it felt right to (Y/N). He knew he had to leave this place and his so called family.

“(Y/N)!” He heard Finn scream out.“Wait!”

(Y/N) turned to see his brother running towards him. He was probably sent to bring him back. Well, he wasn’t going easy.

“Where are you going?” Finn breathed out as he stopped.

“Anywhere that’s far from here.”

“You...you don’t know?”

“It sounds crazy-”

“It is!”

“But you know I can’t stay here much longer. I’m miserable. I can’t keep tiptoeing around our brothers, or face their judgement any longer.”

“Then, you’ll be needing this.”

Finn dug into his jacket, pulling out wads of cash rolled up. He pushed it into (Y/N)’s hand.

“Finn, no, I can’t take this.”

“Yes you can. Besides, it’s not mine.” he smirked.

(Y/N) chuckled in shock.“You took this from the shop?”

“Anything to help my brother out.”

(Y/N) tucked away the cash, sighing as he looked at his brother.“You’re the one thing I’m going to miss.”

They hugged, patting each other on the back.“I love you brother. I know I’ve not always...agreed with what you...what like, but I’ll always be here for you. If you ever need any help, just call.”

“Thanks Finn. And if you ever need to get away from this place, you can come stay with me. Wherever that is.”

“So, what are you going to do, once you’re settled?”

“I don’t know. But whatever I do, it will be better than the future Tommy had for me.”

“You’re braver than I am.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just smarter.”

He winked at his brother as he picked up his suitcase, both of them laughing as (Y/N) started to walk away. (Y/N) wished he had longer with Finn, a proper goodbye would have been nice. But if he stayed any longer, his brothers would somehow force him to stay. He was on his own now, he had to be an adult if he was to make it on his own and never come back. (Y/N) just hoped that this really was the right choice, and that he wouldn’t come crawling back. The only way from here was forwards.

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Klaus x Reader

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“So you found the spell, what do you want from me?” Klaus asked furiously. He’d been called to the boarding house, pulled away from his watch over you inspecting his art, to deal with inferior creatures that seemed unable to function without him.

“Bonnie isn’t powerful enough to use the spell.” Elena said defensively, stepping in front of Bonnie when Klaus bared his fangs at her.

“Well I’ll have someone find you a stronger witch.” He snapped before vanishing, leaving them to wonder where he was keeping you.

“You look different now.” Klaus smiled when you jumped and turned away from the painting in front of you.

“I don’t want this spell lifted, I don’t want to lose Elena and Jer… Aunt Judith.” Your fingers reached out to brush the paint and he gently caught your hand.

“You never could keep those hands to yourself.” You looked up at him as he swallowed and twisted his fingers into yours, before you got uncomfortable enough to pull away, he dropped your hand and hurried over to the corner of the room.

“I managed to save your flower for you… when we first settled in Fell’s church you said you’d never seen something that could rival the beauty of the sun setting over the sea.” He pulled back the panel that had stood against one wall, revealing a large pot of dirt with the same flowers that grew around your window pane at home,

“Aunt Judith thinks it’s odd the flower seems to grow just for me.” You muttered, forgetting to fill in the vampire on what it was you meant but he seemed more engrossed in watching you finger the delicate purple petals.

“I named it after you, it has become very popular.” He smiled at you and moved away, leaving you with the plant.

“Thank you.” You whispered. Despite the kidnapping and threats against your siblings Klaus seemed… oddly indifferent to upsetting you, unlike Damon who almost tore your throat out the first time you met.

“A small gesture for a love I lost.” He muttered. You ran your fingers across one of the many sculptures and pulled your hand back, he was right, you learnt by touch and the desire to hold everything you saw was almost a hidden need.

“How did I get like this, clearly what you have told me is true enough for my sister and her brood of vampires to believe you.” You ask, settling down on the end of your bed as you wait for his answer.

“It is a very long story (Y/N) one that I will not know all of until you remember yourself.” He hesitated for a moment before beginning to speak.

{Flashback}

“What have you done, she had no part of this… have you become so blinded by your need for power that innocent people must die?” Klaus hissed at his father hysterically as you didn’t resurface from the lake beneath him.

“You are a savage animal, what I did was mercy compared to a life with you.” Mikael spat back. He didn’t notice the flower you’d dropped being crushed beneath his boot but the desperate hybrid’s fingers plucked it from the ground and cradled it in his hands.

“Father, how could you do it?” Rebekah yelled bravely as she tore through the woods, following the sounds of her brother’s despair. He raised a hand to slap her but Elijah appeared just in time to take the blow.

“I will not be questioned by my own children.” He hissed, storming away, leaving the siblings to comfort one another.

Your gasp for air was sad and desperate, drawing the attention of the Mikaelson patriarch. He watched you pull yourself from the lake, sitting for a moment to take stock of what happened to you, before making his presence known.

“I never thought we ourselves could create another.” His ramblings made no sense to you as he held your chin up so he could look at your face closely.

“What have you done to me?” You sobbed. He frowned before lifting you to your feet by your arm.

“You must eat; do not worry I will find a witch to keep you safe from my wife’s bastard.” His voice attempted to be soft and comforting but made your skin crawl. You didn’t dare cry out for help, assuming he would have killed Niklaus for attacking him and showing such defiance.

“So he used compulsion to keep me under his control, why didn’t it wear off when he died?” You asked. Before you could panic Klaus was on his feet gently placing his hands on your shoulder.

“The witches, he forced the Gilbert’s, Lockwood’s and Bennet’s to protect you and the tradition was passed down. I have no doubt your Aunt knows something of your secret but hasn’t the heart to say anything… admittedly from me but not only did that guarantee your obedience, it erased any oddity of your ageing.” He took his hands away as you shook your head and pushed his arms.

“Aging oddity, I remember my birthdays and Elena’s birth… we fought over who could hold Jeremy first, my mother told me off on my sixth birthday for pushing Elena off a chair.” You yell at him frantically, pacing the room. He reached to comfort you but you shoved him away as tears fell down your cheeks.

“They are not real memory’s, the power in the land here keeps anyone that is human from seeing the truth.” You let Klaus wrap you in his arms as your legs gave out underneath you.

“But… No, I… you’re not taking those memories from me by undoing that spell.” You say firmly pounding your fists against the vampire’s chest.

“They will still remain (Y/N), if they didn’t everyone in Fell’s Church would know that you haven’t aged for a thousand years… all it will mean is, you will remember me and your real parents.” His voice cracked a little as he felt you give into the longing to rest yourself against him.

“But what if they don’t?” You whispered. He didn’t reply as he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the end of your bed.

“I will find a witch powerful enough to make sure they do.” He beckoned you to follow him and led you to a car with blacked out windows, indicating for the man in the front to take you wherever you wanted to go and shut the door without another word to you.

“Elena!” You ran up the Boarding house drive, wrapping your arms around your sister and began sobbing into her shoulder.

“Listen to me even if you forget… we forget, we love you, when Mom and Dad died you were with us and you lost them to and everything with Jer… you’ll always be our sister.” You smiled and wiped the tears from her cheeks before embracing Bonnie.

“I’m sorry if I’d have known what Grams was doing…” You hugged your best friend and smiled.

“You always do what’s right Bonnie; you can’t fix something you don’t know is broken.” She grinned at you.

“Well this is all very touching lady’s but I have to prepare my home for an invasion of narcissistic immortals so if we could move it inside.” Damon snapped from behind you. you shared a silent smile with Stefan as you fell in step with him.

Three hours later Klaus and two other vampires appeared in the doorway dragging a woman they claimed to be causing trouble for several vampires. You reluctantly agreed to sit where they told you and Bonnie began hovering over the witch’s shoulder to make sure she was doing the spell correctly.

She began chanting something over and over, the room seemed to heave and shrink around you until it vanished entirely and there was just a plain door with a bolt in front of you. without hesitation you opened the door and let what was behind it wash over you.

“(Y/N) …. Oh god please be ok, please… don’t leave us.” Elena’s tears felt like cold droplets of ice on your skin and for a moment you couldn’t move.

“Drink this.” The blond woman that Klaus had come with was kneeling on the other side of you, holding a slightly warm baggie of blood.

“Rebekah.” You muttered, taking the bag and tearing it open drinking whatever you hadn’t spilled.

“Drink the witch, she’s no use for anything else.” Damon muttered when your hungry gaze fixed on your sister.

“What happened to her?” You asked as Rebekah helped you away from Elena and over to the now dead witch.

“Some spells kill us if we’re too weak.” Bonnie’s voice was wavering, no doubt the whole dead witch and vampire subject was hitting her a little harder than she liked to let on.

“Well as long as she’s dead and it stops me from devouring you all.” You muttered. You went to sink your new fangs into her neck only to have Klaus stop you.

“You drink from her like that we’ll have a town with no blood supply.” He stepped between you and the witch, sinking his teeth into her neck, before pulling away and indicating for you to feed from the marks he’d left.

Your gaze on Klaus lasted longer than needed and it wasn’t until he sat next to the witch and pulled you into his lap that you noticed everyone else had moved to the next room. His lips found yours in a kiss that held a deep longing and need that you felt your heart would explode if it lasted much longer.

“I hope you know I will never be without you again.” He whispered, brushing tendrils of hair from your face as he looked up at you. you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling to yourself when he moaned and curled his hands into the chair to stop himself from touching you.

“I feel horrible.” You muttered, ruining the moment when your fangs extended and refused to vanish again.

“You haven’t eaten properly for a long time; magic supplementing is a form of witchly torture so you’re going to be starving.” He shifted so you could feed without leaving his embrace and without much prompting you sank your teeth into the witch’s neck.

He moved your hair out of his way and had to sink his fangs into his lip to stop himself from moaning at the sight of you feeding, feeling the rush of power the blood was giving you.

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therenlover · 3 years ago

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Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

A/n: In the wake of recent life garbage, I have neglected to write a whole fic, and I’m sorry. In the interim, please enjoy this writing exercise I have put together in the hopes of nailing some characters I haven’t written for in the past in time for a larger project I’m working on! Cheers!

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, and Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Mild Misogyny, Mentions of Alcohol/Alcoholism, Mentions of Mental Illness, Non-Graphic Mentions of Death, Minor Spoilers for The Alienist Season One, Minor Spoilers for Goodbye, Lenin!, Spoilers for Rush (2013), Minor Spoilers for The Cloverfield Paradox maybe??? I haven’t actually seen the whole movie, blame Wikipedia if things are wrong.

Laszlo Kreizler

As the first of all of the Dannys to be put through the ringer, Laszlo Kreizler unfortunately would not survive a holiday with my family.

First of all, this man does not like massive huggy kissy crowds, so he’d already be off his game the second he walked into the packed house. That’s not why he’d die though, surprisingly.

His downfall would be his status as an Alienist.

There is simply so much mental illness and childhood trauma present at my family holidays that he would combust within 15 minutes of sitting in a room with all of my relatives.

Even if he were to somehow make it past the introductory phase, my family is nosey as hell, so they’d be grilling him about his arm and his own childhood trauma within the first hour.

Laszlo, for all of his strength, simply wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

His death wouldn’t come from the initial combustion though. No, it’s not that simple.

Knowing Laszlo, once he had combusted and entirely lost his composure the first time, he would become extremely intrigued about the interconnected nature of everyones issues with each other and he would start asking questions.

That’s where the problems would begin.

Because it’s one thing if my drunk great aunt starts badmouthing her sister at the table for abandoning her 90 year old mother for a lake house with her new boyfriend. That’s fine.

But when Laszlo hops in and starts picking apart the mommy issues and underlying reasons for their decades long sibling rivalry?

Oh it would be over for him.

The yelling would never end.

And, I have no doubt that Laszlo would start to psychoanalyze whoever started to yell at him, which would only lead to more yelling.

In the end, someone would throw a probably full and probably fresh out of the oven casserole dish at his head and he’d be unable to defend himself because of his weak arm.

We’d have to cart him out in a wheelchair and even if he were to technically survive, he’d never come back.

Therefor, Laszlo Kreizler would fall victim to my family and die before we even got to dessert.

Alex Kerner

YES

Ah, little baby Alex! A great contender here for holiday survival.

He seems relatively young in comparison to most of the Dannys on this list, though I don’t actually know how old he’s supposed to be.

Based on his relative youth, he would automatically get points with the fam for not seeming like a creep or sugar daddy. Instead, he could be just about any dude I brought home from college.

His skillset as a semi-skilled laborer would also earn him some points, seeing as several members of the family are in similar professions.

Alex might get lost in some of the more complex conversations about the local organic scene or the fine details of running a fine art gallery, but he would fit right in with the majority of the younger members of the family, smiling and nodding his way through the conversation.

His enthusiasm and optimism would brighten the room and leave everyone excited to see him around again.

There’s also the semi-small detail of him caring for his mother, which would earn sympathy from the older members of the family as they are in charge of caring for my deaf, blind great grandmother.

Now, all of these aspects have already set Alex up for a successful survival of a holiday dinner with my family, but the real secret weapon he has up his sleeve is what really cements him in place as a survivor.

What is his secret weapon, you may ask?

Lies.

Alex Kerner is really, really good at lying, and is even better at figuring out increasingly convoluted ways to keep his lies straight.

If he managed to hide to fuckin’ Berlin Wall coming down from his mother for as long as he did, he could keep a couple of white lies up for appearances if he was asked any potentially embarrassing or weird questions that would make him look bad.

He could also lie about enjoying my great aunt’s cooking, which is a vital skill for holiday survival in my family.

Therefor, at the end of the day, Alex Kerner would not only survive a holiday with my family, but he’d probably enjoy it and get invited back for every subsequent holiday he could possibly attend.

Niki Lauda

Niki is another Danny that falls very firmly into the category of characters that would absolutely not survive a holiday with my family, for many, many reasons.

First of all, just like Laszlo, Niki is not huge on going to big huggy kissy parties.

Both adults and children would be all over him the second he walked in the door, which would probably make Niki get very uncomfortable and cagey.

Little does he know at that point that people aren’t just all over you when you get in the door.

No, no, no; from the moment you show up to the moment you leave, if you’re at a holiday with my family you are being basically accosted with questions and hugs and conversations that get weirdly personal.

It doesn’t help that the whole entire house is packed and there are eyes on you at every moment, so he wouldn’t even be able to sneak in a break for air or a cigarette.

If my own mother can’t sneak out for a smoke when she’s been going to these events her whole life, the new guy who’s still being vetted by the family sure as hell won’t be able to either.

Needless to say, Niki would start to get really, really tired of it all in an hour tops. I’ll give him until dinner at most.

That’s where things would start getting really sticky.

See, a lovely little fact about the Niki Lauda that lives in my brain, as portrayed by Daniel Bruhl in Rush (2013), is that he’s just a little bit misogynistic. No more than would be period typical, but a little misogynistic.

Another fun little important thing to note is that my family is entirely matriarchal in nature.

There are only 4 reoccurring male guests at family holidays out of about 20 to 25 guests at each event; My great aunt’s husband of many, many years, the two male siblings my mother has that live in the area, and the young son of one of those siblings.

Men, specifically boyfriends, simply do not last in my family. They are considered pretty disposable and easily banned from family events after breakups or small mishaps.

So, not only would Niki not have any other manly men there to chat about sports with over a scotch and a cigarette, he would be surrounded by so much estrogen that he would definitely struggle with his inner asshole even more than usual.

In fact, we never have sports on, even on Thanksgiving. Poor Niki would be stuck hearing conversations about artisanal candlemakers and how to hand felt a woodland elf puppet.

Back to his downfall, the second he made a slightly sketchy joke about women in the kitchen at the dinner table to my great uncle, his fate would be sealed.

If you thought the yelling at Laszlo would have been bad, this yelling would be ten times worse, because he would be surrounded by like 20 very angry, very defensive, and very strong women waiting to beat the shit out of him and I would not be any help.

He dug the hole, so he can climb out of it.

In the end, his death would come when he tried to light a cigarette and calm himself down at the dinner table while trying to rescind his earlier statement, because smoking inside around all the precious textile art? Thats a big no no.

My great aunt would grab the lighter right out of his hand, light up whatever cocktail she had at the moment, and throw it all directly into Niki’s face.

It would be like crashing his car all over again, only this time he would be surrounded by people who would rather he burn than try to get him out of the situation.

Moral of the story, Niki would die within the first few hours of a holiday with my family because he made an asshole comment to a room full of women who don’t put up with that shit. Don’t be like Niki, even if you think you won’t get killed for it.

Andrea Marowski

YES

Andrea is pretty much the polar opposite of Niki here, and I love him for it.

He is very soft, very kind, very pure, and would never dare to say something rude at the dinner table like a certain racer we all know.

He couldn’t even say something rude if he tried to, because he probably wouldn’t have the English in his vocabulary to say the things he wanted to say even if he intended to say them out loud.

But let’s be honest here, Andrea would never.

Even with his limited English, Andrea would appreciate being surrounded by a whole bunch of people who think he’s the sweetest little thing since the invention of cake.

My great grandmother, despite being almost entirely blind and deaf, would say he looked darling and he would immediately be a member of the family from the moment he stuttered out his thanks.

Andrea, like Alex, is also relatively young, so he would get points for not being old enough to be my father.

I feel like, because Andrea was shown living happily in a tiny village by the ocean with two old ladies, he would have an appreciation for craft, so he wouldn’t mind sitting quietly as my great aunt pawns off a handmade blanket from my great grandmother to him.

He would also happily sit with the younger children and do whatever craft or simple game one of my aunts brought for them that time.

The cherry on top with Andrea is his skill with the violin.

My family is one that appreciates fine art a lot, but more than anything we appreciate music.

I wouldn’t say that any of us are anywhere close to Andrea’s proficiency, but we definitely aren’t terrible, and we all can appreciate the effort, practice, and talent that goes into getting truly good on an instrument like Andrea is on his violin.

He would be encouraged to play, of course, and he would happily oblige.

If he felt comfortable enough, I could even see my great uncle grabbing his guitar, my cousin sitting at the piano, and my sister bringing out her own violin to do a little quartet with some simple song they knew as everybody else sang along.

By the end of the holiday evening, once dinner was served and people were heading to the cars, Andrea would definitely be considered a member of the family.

Needless to say, he’d survive and pass their tests with better than flying colors, even despite the language barrier.

Ernst Schmidt

Now, Ernst was probably the most difficult one on this entire list to put into the living or dying category. In the end, though, there were a few things that couldn’t be overlooked that send him into bad territory.

To be fair, though, he would last the longest out of everyone who would die tragically at one of my family’s holiday gatherings.

He, like the past two victims, would not be exactly suited for the mushy crowding that’s inevitable when it comes to my family.

That being said, I think he would deal with it a little bit better than the other two did and would make polite conversation with the family when he could.

The fact that he was trapped in a packed house filled with drunk people who have several generations worth of beef with each other, though, would start to get him eventually.

If we consider all of the shit that happened while he was in space to be canonical minus, you know, the earth getting really fucked up, he would probably start to go a little bit nuts while packed together with that many passive aggressive people.

The second someone burst into tears on the way to the bathroom he would start to lose his shit.

Still, I think Schmidt would probably be fine-ish until dessert was served, because that’s about the time where all the adults are absurdly drunk, so insanity ensues.

They would start poking at him about his credentials and experiences as a physicist.

He would answer their questions at first, but, unfortunately for him, the questions would turn more and more personal and uncomfortable as time went on.

Did he ever still think about what happened up in space? Did he blame himself for not getting things to work correctly? How much did he miss his old world and old life? Did he ever have nightmares about what he saw? How much did it hurt to get shot?

They’d poke and poke and poke in their drunken state until poor Schmidt would snap at them, flying into a slight rage at their insistent probing.

From there, he would be swiftly asked to leave and then “accidentally” run over while calling an Uber to take him to wherever he’s staying as my drunk great aunt tries to back out of the driveway to drive down the block to her house.

In the end, Schmidt and his wit would be really close to surviving a holiday with my family , but he would, unfortunately, let his anger get the best of him, and it would be the last thing he ever did. Literally.

Helmut Zemo

YES, BUT ONLY BARELY

Okay, so my earlier comment about Ernst being the most difficult out of everyone was incorrect. Zemo was, by far, the hardest to put into one category or the other.

His wit and charm won out in the end, though, and I determined that he would survive one single holiday with my family.

If he ever came back for a second he definitely wouldn’t make it, but he would succeed in living past the first one.

Helmut’s problems start, surprisingly, not with the fact that he is a criminal. In fact that doesn’t even cause any problems for him.

No, instead they start with the fact that he is 43.

I am 99% sure that my mother is 43, and I know for a definite fact that he’s older than one of my uncles who would be present. I, at the time of writing this, am 18.

Needless to say, literally everyone would be massively suspicious of him and his intentions the second he walked through the door. The amount of money in his bank account definitely wouldn’t help in this situation either.

The family would warm up to him eventually, though, because if there’s one thing Helmut is good at besides killing people, it’s making people like him even if they absolutely shouldn’t.

With his expansive knowledge of what feels like literally everything rich and niche, he would slowly win over the older members of the family. Who knew the strange old man Jac brought home was so well versed in the American pottery scene, or that he could name specific jewelry artists from across the world that my family had done business with for years?

My family definitely wouldn’t. At least, not at first.

Oh how they’d learn, though.

Another nice thing about Zemo that would allow him to survive is his aggressive politeness.

No matter how many weird glances or dirty looks he got over the course of dinner, he would simply continue to be the best version of himself in the hopes of impressing everyone.

He would even pretend to enjoy my great aunt’s cooking and get himself seconds, because I’m sure it would be easier to scarf down than whatever he and his EKO Scorpion squad had to eat while serving in the Sokovian special forces.

On the tail end of reasons he would be accepted, Helmut Zemo drinks alcohol like it’s water, so he would fit right in drinking white wine and cocktails through the night with the rest of the adults.

((I think he’d totally tease me about not being able to drink with him, but that’s a story for another time. Anyways...))

His slight downfall would come from something entirely uncontrollable by him or anybody else.

And that something would be my flirty aunt.

I love my aunt. She’s wonderful in her own special way.

That being said, I know if a hot Sokovian baron with a nice smile and a fat pocketbook showed up to one of out holidays, even if he was introduced as my partner, she would be going for the kill all night long.

This would make Helmut more and more uncomfortable as she got more and more drunk, because lets face it, he’s probably not very comfortable with being touched by near-strangers anyways, and being touched by a drunk member of his partners family who is very obviously coming on to him?

That’s even more difficult to deal with.

That being said, Helmut is a man who has been shown to be extremely in control of his emotions.

He would swallow down whatever awkwardness he felt, make it to the end of the night, and, once he had escaped her clutches, he would politely say that he was never going back to another holiday function with my family again, though he would be happy to facilitate me still attending them.

So, in the end, Helmut Zemo would survive one holiday with his sheer stubborn politeness alone.

I will say that his patience would absolutely wear thin if he attended a couple more holidays and he would eventually die of a stress induced heart attack after being unable to politely decline my aunt’s advances.

For now, though, he’s safe.

#zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #niki lauda #andrea marowski #ernst schmidt #laszlo kreizler #alex kerner #jac rambles #imagine #the danny bunch

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500 Followers Celebration!!!: Part 1 (La Squadra Backstories)

Hey! Thank you so much for 500 amazing followers! Every single one of you mean so much to me!

Part 1 of this celebration is, as the title suggests, my headcanon backstory for each of La Squadra. As some of you know I was at some point in the process of writing a full multi-chapter fic on this, but since that unfortunately never came to fruition beyond the first couple chapters, here is a shortened version of the stories that were originally planned.

Part 2 is going to be a little something I wrote a while back but never felt brave enough to send to more than a few people. That will be seeing the light of day soon. ;)

Risotto

Risotto Dante Nero was born in a small, poor farming village in Sicily, somewhere in the vicinity of Catania. His parents were a young, dysfunctional couple who weren't ready for a kid in the first place. Seeing their newborn son had 'evil' eyes was the last nail in the coffin for them, and they gave the baby up to his paternal grandmother when he was only days old.

Despite being shunned by his family over the aesthetic defect, Risotto was able to form a close bond with his older cousin, Domenico, who would eventually move in with him and his grandmother after being disowned by the family himself. Domenico helped Risotto find friends, and was the main reason why the next few years were the happiest in the young boys life.

Unfortunately, Domenico was struck and killed at age just 19 by a drunk driver, a millionaire from Milan who on top of his intoxication, was driving incredibly fast. Risotto never recovered from the grief; his personality was altered drastically and he eventually dropped out of school. His grandmother indulged him in his revenge fantasies, believing that he would never seriously carry them out. This proved the biggest mistake of her life.

At age 18 Risotto left home to hunt down Domenico's killer. Despite the years of preparation he was in way over his head and was eventually forced to make a deal with Passione for the resources he would need to break into the mansion and not get caught. But the newly initiated mafioso found that revenge did nothing for his grief. Now, he simply had nothing to work for.

Risotto fell into a deep depression for the next two years, doing his duties as a low-ranking soldato for Passione but feeling utterly empty inside. It became so dire that after becoming injured in a fight with a stand user, he welcomed what looked to be his impending death.

But Risotto did not die that day, being saved by an associate of the gang and rushed to hospital. After hearing word that Risotto had defeated a stand user, Prosciutto became interested and approached Risotto for help with a hit he had been assigned to. Risotto agreed and Prosciutto developed a liking for the young man. A few months later, when Prosciutto was tasked with forming a specialised squad for assassination, he remembered Risotto and requested he become the team’s captain. Risotto was put through at once for receiving a stand, and was seated at the head of the brand new La Squadra di Esecuzione.

Prosciutto

Maiale Crepuscolo was born the daughter of a powerful Don in Naples, and his much neglected wife. Raised in luxury, he came to resent his callous father, especially when the man continued to behave adulterously despite his wife’s failing health. The death of Mrs Crepuscolo was a huge blow to her 16 year old son. It was around this time that Maiale discovered his male identity and chose a new name for himself: Prosciutto.

Mere months after the death of his wife, Don Crepuscolo married his pregnant mistress, a young woman by the name of Loreta. Despite the circumstances, Prosciutto and Loreta got on very well together, and the young man confided in her about his transgender identity, to be met with her full support. Any faith that Prosciutto may have had in his father before was immediately lost when Loreta was thrown out onto the streets by her new husband, along with their infant son Pesci. His sole reason for doing this was that he had become tired of her, and the baby's crying.

Without his father’s knowing, Prosciutto continued to wire Loreta and Pesci money through his hefty allowance, and counted down the days until he could graduate highschool and become eligible for his mother’s inheritance. The very day he gained access to it, he cut his father off for good.

The next few years of Prosciutto’s life were the best. He went to a prestigious university to study politics and afterwards found work as a journalist. With his father no longer an issue, he medically transitioned and upped the money he was giving to his half-brother and former step-mother. Everything was going perfectly.

At age 24, Prosciutto received a visit by members of Passione, who informed him they had annexed his father’s gang and killed him. As much as Prosciutto insisted they had been estranged for years, the men maintained that Prosciutto was still considered a threat, and could only be allowed to live if he joined the gang. Worse, they threatened him with Pesci’s life. Prosciutto knew he had no choice.

Over the next few years, Prosciutto worked his way up. By age 27 he was granted the privilege to develop a stand, and was quickly pushed into the assassination business as a result of its deadly power. At that time, Passione had no designated assassination team, and individuals ordered to carry out hits had to go running around for volunteers if they needed help on a mission. This is why Prosciutto had sought out Risotto.

When the order to form a hitman squad was given, Prosciutto was initially primed to become the captain. However, he was strongly against taking this role, as Loreta was starting to show signs of chronic illness and Prosciutto wanted to make sure he could still take care of Pesci if it became necessary. Tasked with finding an alternative, Prosciutto initially approached his old friends Sorbet and Gelato, who had been part of the squad sent to confront him after the death of his father and had kept in touch out of pity. The pair were cleared to join the team, but were not trusted by the team’s superiors to become captain. And so, Prosciutto turned once more to Risotto.

Sorbet and Gelato

Sorbet and Gelato could not have been born in more different circumstances, the former in absolute poverty, and the latter in comparative privilege.

Sorbet’s mother was by no means a bad woman. It was just the case that through her crippling addictions and mental illnesses, she was in no means equipped to care for her 6 children, forcing Sorbet, the eldest, to pick up the slack. Though he loved his siblings the young Sorbet resented this role and was easily tempted by a street gang at age 12, who offered him escape from his miserable life through drug peddling. Sorbet began to drift from his family more and more. He soon disappeared from school, and became completely estranged from his mother and siblings.

By age 17 Sorbet had developed a reputation in the gang for ruthlessness, and was approached by its leader to carry out a number of assassinations. He soon became the group’s designated hitman, and was paid generously for the role. He was still however, functionally homeless.

Gelato was born to an upper-middle class family in Minsk, Russia. The youngest of four boys, his parents had been hoping for a girl, and their resentment only grew when it became clear the young Gelato was both autistic and ADHD. He suffered from extreme emotional neglect.

When Gelato was 13, the family moved back to Italy where his mother was from. Though he preferred it here, the problems with his family continued and Gelato was eventually kicked out at just 17 years old.

Following the word of a friend, Gelato made his way to Naples and found work running an illegal bar for a street gang in exchange for a room to sleep in. The same gang, incidentally, that Sorbet was working for. The two first exchanged words when Gelato found Sorbet beating up a patron who had been abusive to him, and decided to join in. Within weeks, they were lovers.

One night, while Sorbet and Gelato were asleep upstairs, the police raided the bar. In a panic, Gelato shot two, and Sorbet took out a third. The fourth got away. Knowing they would be hunted, the pair begged refuge from their gang but were denied. They were not a powerful enough syndicate to deal with something of this size. And so, with only each other, Sorbet and Gelato fled Italy.

They were on the run for two years, passing through just about every country in Europe at least once. As a means of surviving, they took on assassination contracts from local gangs and became very skilled, but of course this only turned up the heat to catch them. Eventually, it got too much, and in a final desperate bid to avoid capture, the pair went back to Italy to plead their gang to reconsider.

What they found now in charge of Naples was not their gang, but Passione. A capo by the name of Pericolo listened to their story, and agreed eagerly to dissuade the police from pursuing them in exchange for their loyalty to the new gang. Sorbet and Gelato agreed at once, and developed stands soon after.

Formaggio

A Naples Boy through and through, Formaggio was born in the central city to a large, loving family. Owing to their poverty, all the aunts, grandparents and cousins lived in one house. Although many were part of the mafia, it was always stressed to the children they were under no obligation to choose such a life. Nonetheless, many of them still did.

One night, Formaggio’s eldest brother Miguel sneaked off from the house, telling nobody but Formaggio. His goal was to seek initiation into Passione. The young Formaggio pleaded to come as well, but was told he was not ready yet. Miguel returned a couple of hours later, carrying a metal arrowhead. He told his brother that something unexpected had happened, and he needed to go now, but it was vital Formaggio told nobody of this meeting. He promised it would all be worth it in the end.

Years passed, and Miguel did not return. Then one day- a hastily-written letter, addressed solely to Formaggio. In his final message, Miguel apologised for the absence and announced that he did not expect to survive the next few hours. However, if Formaggio wanted the answers to all that had transpired, all he needed to do was recover the arrowhead that he had last seen Miguel with all those years ago. Most likely, it would have been returned to where he found it, address enclosed. Saddened and eager to understand what had happened to his brother, Formaggio followed the instructions and broke into a heavily guarded warehouse. He found the arrow, just as Miguel had said, but failed to understand how this could solve his problems.

Formaggio looked for a way out of the warehouse, and was suddenly set upon by the guards. He ran for the exit and tripped, impaling himself on the arrow. Little Feet came forth at once, stunning the guards. Not wanting to deal with whatever that was, they called in Risotto and his newly built execution squad, based nearby, to deal with it.

Fortunately, the assassins’ skills were not needed. In spite of the circumstances Formaggio met the assassins with charm and cooperation. Risotto phoned his superiors to see if killing the man was really necessary, and they agreed it wasn’t, provided Formaggio became Risotto’s business. An agreement was reached, and Formaggio was inducted into the hitman squad. It would take two more members for Formaggio to piece together what had happened to his brother.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio was dealt an awful hand in life. Poor, and with parents that hated him, he had little respite as a child. He was autistic, but never diagnosed, and had visual impairments that were never addressed. His fondest memory was of a bizarre couple he met as a child, a dark-haired, dour man and his blond lover, who kept him company after his mother walked away from him in anger at a shopping mall. She came back, unfortunately.

When Ghiaccio was 15, a frantic knock sounded at his door while his parents were out. Answering it nervously, an equally frantic man stood on the other side brandishing an arrow-head. He introduced himself exhaustedly as Miguel and begged for shelter- he was being chased.

Before Ghiaccio could answer a squad of men burst onto the porch and attacked Miguel, dragging him out of view. Ghiaccio was thrown to the ground and told in no uncertain terms to speak of none of this to anyone. It wasn’t until later he realised the arrow had accidentally slashed him.

At that time, Ghiaccio’s soul was not fit to manifest a stand, but it was close. And so, Ghiaccio began to suffer the slow, agonising fate that some in his position fall victim to, his half-manifested stand slowly sucking the life from him. His parents didn’t even have the heart to call a doctor.

Two months into this agony, Ghiaccio heard something outside his room. His parents. They were talking about what to do if he died. He’d had enough. He snapped.

And so, Ghiaccio’s soul reached the point where it was strong enough to bare a stand fully, after having already partially manifested one. This unheard of situation created a stand with no physical form, but unspeakable power. A surge of ice broke out around the house without Ghiaccio even meaning it to, killing his parents at once. His sickness gone, Ghiaccio got up from the bed. What the hell had just happened?

Convinced he had lost his mind, Ghiaccio fled, but left a trail of unexplainable events behind him. Realising they were dealing with an unaccounted stand user, Passione had Ghiaccio hunted down and propositioned to join them. Terrified and with no other idea of what to do, he agreed. With a stand like this, there were only 2 options: La Squadra and La Unita. La Unita had no interest in an impulsive teenager, so Ghiaccio was sent at once to La Squadra.

The group was reluctant to house a teenage boy as an assassin, but took him in nonetheless. Formaggio was grateful for the crumbs of information Ghiaccio could give about the fate of his brother. Sorbet and Gelato couldn’t shake the feeling they’d seen the boy before somewhere.

Illuso

He was an only child. There was nothing particularly wrong with his relationship with his parents, but nothing particularly right either. There just… wasn’t a connection. They were a middle class family, well to do but nothing special. An arrogant boy, Illuso struggled to make friends, though he did become somewhat close with a boy in the year below him named Formaggio, for a short time.

When Illuso was 15, his parents came to him with a proposition. A distant relative of theirs was in possession of a large castle, but could not pay for its upkeep any more. The man had asked if Illuso would be interested in becoming a live-in caretaker, to be paid less than industry standards but still a lot by the standards of a 15 year old boy. Illuso agreed at once, and moved out of his parents home in a matter of days.

At the castle, his loneliness only grew. The place was closed to visitors and had no inhabitants apart from his new employer, who even then only lived in the castle 4 days a week. Illuso thought he was okay with this life, but the effect on his psyche was indisputable.

Then one day, the castle had a break-in. Illuso was accosted by a young man named Miguel, who had been squatting in the cellar for days and believed the castle was abandoned. The pair came to an understanding, and Miguel proposed that in exchange for his silence, he would give Illuso something amazing. He pricked him with the arrow.

Thrilled with his new power, Illuso agreed to keep Miguel’s existence a secret and the pair co-existed for many years. Illuso learned that Miguel had stolen the arrow from a gang named Passione, after discovering its power and making the decision to take it on impulse. Passione is still hunting him, hence the need to hide.

But eventually, they found him nonetheless. Illuso and Miguel tried their best to fight but it was an uneven battle. Miguel fled with the arrow, chased by one half of the attacking squad, leaving Illuso to deal with the other half.

But against all odds, Illuso survived, using his stand to eliminate the attackers one by one. Eventually the last attackers gave in and fled, The next people sent to confront Illuso came with a deal: join Passione, and all will be forgiven.

Despite his stand’s power, Illuso’s superiors disliked his attitude. After a few months of being thrown between teams, he was saddled with La Squadra.

Melone

The middle of three children, Melone was born to an upper-working class family in Florence. His parents were eccentric-academic sorts, who encouraged Melone and his sisters to act without regard for social convention. Though intelligent, Melone was never quite top of the class due to his inability to stay on task. Still, he got into a decent university and had plans to become a gynaecologist.

In his second year, Melone was approached by a poor couple seeking antenatal care for their pregnancy. As they explained, they were in a gang and could not go into public care for fear of their identities as criminals being discovered. They pleaded Melone for whatever rudimentary checks he could provide, just so they could have some assurance their baby was okay. Melone agreed, and met with the couple several times.

Over the course of the next year, Melone gave similar services to a couple more women who were recommended to go to him by the first patient. It was only a matter of time before the university discovered what he was doing, especially once he started stealing equipment to improve the quality of his examinations. Melone was expelled and referred to the police, but one of his patients got Passione to bribe away his charges. Unfortunately, this put him in their debt. Melone told his family he was simply going away for a while.

Melone languished around in Passione for a while. Though he did receive a stand, its lethal capabilities weren’t immediately clear, and so he remained in the lower ranks. His main respite was the bar scene, in which he got to mingle with many of Passione’s members from different squads. It was through here that he met Illuso, Formaggio and Ghiaccio of the execution team, and formed a friendship. Through them he even formed links with the group’s leader, Risotto.

The team were eager to help Melone advance to a better position, and aided him in exploring his stand. Eventually, he discovered how lethal baby face could truly be, outshining everyone’s expectations. Risotto was pleased to welcome him into the team.

Pesci

By the time Pesci was 13, it was clear his mother’s illness was terminal. Initially reluctant to involve him around the team, Prosciutto increasingly allowed Pesci to stay with them while his mother was at the hospital, since there was nowhere else for the young boy to go. As much as everyone tried to comfort him, he was terrified.

Two years later, it was clear Loreta was in her final weeks. Pesci dedicated as much time as he could to being with her, sleeping at her bedside more often than not. It was here that he first felt the strange occurrences begin. It would be subtle at first, the peculiar feeling of his mother’s heartbeat in his hands as he drifted off to sleep. It was comforting, then. It assured him his mother was still alive. Then, it got weirder, a long string extending from his fingers and into his mother’s chest. He thought he was just sleep deprived.

When the fateful day came and Loreta’s heart monitor stopped, Pesci felt a surge of panic. Desperate to find some proof this wasn’t really happening, his stand burst forth from his body and shot its hook into Loreta’s chest. Unfortunately, it was all for nothing. Loreta was dead.

As Pesci held the rod in his hands he realised this was far too real to be a hallucination. He could sense everything, the fading metabolism of his mother’s body and the vibrations in the floor. As the nurses confirmed the death, they could not see it. Why couldn’t they see it?

Prosciutto came into the room. With one look, Pesci knew that his brother could see the rod as well. He panicked and ran.

Prosciutto tried desperately over the next couple days to get in touch with Pesci. He knew exactly what had happened- clearly the boy had summoned a stand from the anguish of his mother’s death and had freaked out in confusion. That’s all completely understandable, but if Pesci isn’t informed of what his new power means soon, he could get himself into serious trouble. Especially if Passione found out.

And so, Prosciutto set off with Risotto to hunt Pesci down, eventually finding him at a run down park near his childhood home. Prosciutto comforted him and explained he knew what was happening, but if everything was going to be okay, he had to go with them.

#la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #formaggio #illuso #prosciutto #pesci #melone #ghiaccio #risotto nero #sorbet and gelato

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Muzan x reader ~ Lily

This is a song fanfiction on the song Lily by Alan Walker, k-391 and Emelie hollow. This story is inspired by the Japanese legend of yamato no orochi. I might do a second part as well. It's my first ever fanfiction so please excuse my mistakes.

Warning : mention of slight gore and blood

Enjoy

Lily was a little girl

Every decade on the night of full moon the first born female child of (L/n) clan are sent as bride to a powerful demon named Akai lurking on the mountain of Akakura which was believed to be inhabited by oni from ancient times. Your great grandfather and his then pregnant wife was attacked by that demon although on their constant begging and vows of servicing to the demon he spared their lives but on one condition that was they needed to send him one girl from their household every decade on this very full moon night. Your sisters and aunts, who you never get to see were presented to that oni. You being the oldest daughter of your family was nominated as the bride this year.

Afraid of the big wide world

When you first get to know about this, you were absolutely terrified and angry of the idea to be separated from your parents and siblings in order to serve your duty as a bride to that potentially harmful demon who you knew would devour you as you never saw any of your elder sisters or aunts come back therefore it was nothing but a human sacrifice in your judgment and being a child it horrified you, often causing nightmares of the said demon. From a very tender age you were brainwashed that the outside world was a dangerous place and it consists of unknown creatures lurking around the earth's surface with the sole purpose of causing grave harm to people. Being a child you were easily convinced but as you grew older your curiosity got the best of you as well as the urge for understanding the outside world became a necessity.

She grew up within her castle walls

Now and then she tried to run

And then on the night with the setting sun

She went in the woods away

So afraid, all alone.

As a child most of the time you were confined inside the four walls of your room, you were not allowed to go out unless required. There were servants who tended you day and night. It was necessary because the child for the sacrifice should be flawless in every aspect and most importantly healthy or else great catastrophe would fell upon your family. Sometimes you wish you were a sick person. That doesn't mean you didn't try to run away from home. Every now and then you tried escaping from your residence and one time during sunset you were successful in escaping, that was for the first time you went out from your house, you ran miles and miles away, bare foot. For the first time in life you were so far away from home you never imagined this day might come. The softness of the green grass beneath your feet, the fresh air lingering in the atmosphere made your heart giddy. As you stopped running for a while you encountered the sight of a city in which there were lots of people gathering around the street, both men, women and children of your age wearing lavish clothing and accessories, you have zero social interaction skills, servents being an exception even your parents also were not available all the time, on top of that you were timid and young, this overwhelming crowd of unknown people startled you which was honestly frightening but you were determined. Therefore you brush off your worries in order to explore the city, you were happened to be in the middle of a festival, which you seem to know since your servants who served under (L/n) family often talk about such festivals obviously they are not allowed to discuss such things infront of you but somehow you managed to eavesdrop and acquire information. Festivals are truly majestic, it was way better than the stories you have heard from the maids at your residence. It was colourful, lively, cheerful, loud nothing like the world you are used to see. There were various stalls consisting of items like jewelry, cloths that are being displayed on the street, on both sides of the road. The the smell of hot dishes like yakisoba, Takoyaki and ikayaki from different stalls hitting your nostrils making your mouth watery. As you were wandering around aimlessly, admiring the lighting and beauty of the festival, you bumped into a bunch of drunk men, you quickly turned away to apologize but a man with rough demeanor pulled your arm and started throwing curses at your way which definitely made you uncomfortable as you looked around to ask for help but none of them responded or came to your aid.

"look where you walking, brat!"

"I am sorry, please forgive me" you were not accustomed to such rude behavior as your maids and servants and even your family members were gentle towards you which was likely because you came from a very wealthy family. Which was quite visible by those men by the way you dressed, expensive (f/c) kimono wrapped around your figure made with the finest silk in the country and the gold hair pin tucked in your smooth (h/c) hair.

They warned her, don't go there

There's creatures who are hiding in the dark.

"What's with the hurry miss, join us for a bit?" With that said from the other guy, your eyes widened, you tried your best not to cry, they warned me your mind started to race with the worst case scenario as you started to remind your parents word about the outside world but you came back to your senses as they yanked you down the alley. Your heartbeat increasing rapidly, sweat covering your (s/c) countenance, your mind was going blank but you snapped out from your thoughts as you noticed the man's arm closed to your face without wasting any time you bit the man harshly causing him to drop your hand, taking advantage of that situation you ran towards the opposite direction earning screams and curses from behind. You didn't try looking back but you knew they were chasing you from behind. You stumble across the way as never in your life you ran so fast and somehow manage to get into the wood. Being exhausted and breathless you collapsed onto the ground. The sound of footsteps growing lounder as they were approaching you, tears stared to form up in your face am I going to die?

"Found you kitten" one of the drunkards chasing you commented, grabbing a handful of your (h/l)(h/c) hair roughly, lifting you up from the ground, then he took out a knife from his pocket and brought that near your neck in order to create a minor cut which begun bleeding instantly. You screamed in pain but no words came out from your mouth, you felt completely defeated and tired. There was no hope. You felt as if you were going to die but you didn't want to. Yet.

Then something came creeping

It told her, don't you worry just-

Suddenly rustling of leaves and bushes were heard from afar which caught you and the rest suprised.

"Who's there?" The man holding you shouted but complete silence was observed. This pissed off the man even more and he shouted angrily this time with more intensity.

"Come out or I will kill this girl in this instance" no sooner did the words left the man's mouth than he saw you were out of his sight and standing before him was a slender pale man in his late twenties having remarkable dark curly hair and plum red eyes contrasting his features sharply. He was holding you firmly but gently in his arm.

"How did you-"

You saw his eyes glowing under the moonlight pointing directly towards those men, his glare was deadly and menacing which could make anyone fall on their knees. One of the men began to charge towards you but his attempt went futile because the man holding you kicked the man with such immense strength that he went flying over the air and died a painful death crashing loudly against the ground snapping his neck in the process. The other man in feat of pure rage tried to punch that mysterious man but his head exploded due to the pressure of that raven hair blocking his attack. The other man who watched all of that fainted. It was a gruesome scene for you to witness but you tried your best not to cry because the man infront of you just saved your life.

"Thank you mister for saving my life, I thought I was going to die if it were not you I'd be dead, I appreciate your help" your voice still shaking, you lowered your head and then look up for the first time his red orbs met your (e/c) ones. The moonlight reflected through the branches of the trees made you see his face clearly, you have not interacted with men before except your father, siblings and uncles so being closed with a man this handsome made you a little nervous. You could feel your blood rush through your cheeks. Seeing you nervous made him chuckle slightly, he gently put you down on the ground from his arm.

Follow everywhere I go

"A young girl like you should not be roaming around in the woods late at night, there are a lot of people and creatures having full intent to hurt fragile beings like yourself" he spoke to you with his calm, monotonous voice.

"Yes you are right mister and I apologize for causing you trouble but I really needed to come out" you replied with a soft hum. Which made that man curious.

"Is that so? What's your name child?"

"My name is (y/n)(l/n), and yours?"

"Muzan kibutsuji"

A perfect chance for him to devour this girl which was driving him crazy because of the aroma she was emitting, he can take full advantage of this situation, there was no way in hell this girl could protect herself as minutes ago she was cowering with fear and misery, how pathetic he thought.

"I was meaning to say this for a long time now kibutsuji san you have the most beautiful pair of eyes, it's very unique, I am glad to meet you" the sudden compliment coming from you widened his eyes. He have been living for a thousand years now both humans and his underlings alike are scared of him even his demons admire and respect him out of fear. All of them knew how ruthless, manipulative, egoistic and deceitful this man is but this girl shows her genuine gratitude towards him even though she is vulnerable and exposed. What a clueless human he thought letting her guard down to none other but the dangerous Muzan kibutsuji. There was pure innocence in her voice and glowing admiration in her eyes, gleaming with positive energy which evoked strong emotions in all his seven hearts that were stoned ever since he abandoned his humanity.

"Its dangerous for you to go back alone let me escort you home" the demon replied which you gladly accepted. For now.

Muzan held your hand tightly as the two of you began to walk out from the forest and enter the town again, talking on the way, learning about each other.

"How old are you (y/n) chan?"

"I am 13 years old, kibutsuji san"

"Muzan will be fine, (y/n)"

"Sure Muzan!" You smiled enthusiastically, you enjoyed his company as you were not allowed to have friends it made your heart flutter with an unexpected feeling of warmth. You wanted to clinge on it. Never in your life you felt so secure and content.

Top over the mountains or valley low

"Say (y/n), why did you ran away from home?" Muzan asked

"I don't want to get sacrificed to the oni" you replied with sudden drop to your voice. Muzan stopped walking and looked down at you with concern written over his face, he didn't know why he was acting this way but there was this sudden urge to keep you safe, the thought of seeing you suffer made him somewhat sick to his stomach.

"What oni?" He asked this time holding your shoulders gently, he could say you were scare to talk about this but somehow you felt at ease around him which you never felt towards anyone, you started to trust him even though you just met him.

"There has been an old tradition in my family for generations, every decade on the night of full moon the first born female child of our family is sacrificed to the oni living on the mountain of akakura for last 50 years, I am next in line that's why I was running away, I am not ready to die" you replied almost sobbing

Give you everything you've been dreaming of

Just let me in

"Once I attain the age 18, I will too be send to the oni as his bride" tears came rolling down your cheek, the demon lord can sense your terror which you were trying to hide. What a pitiful creature, I shall be your savior he thought to himself.

"You are a brave girl, I admire your inner strength (y/n)" he cupped your face with his arms, caressing your features softly brushing away the tear drop forming in your eyes.

"I don't know for how long" you replied smiling a bit. appreciating his effort to soothe your anxiety.

Everything you want in gold, I'll be the magic story you've been told

Everything was good until you heard your name coming across the other end of the street, it was two of your servants and your uncle approaching both you and Muzan. The look in your face suddenly changed to that of a drastic one, the slight flush which covered your countenance few seconds ago was gone and was replaced with a pale look similar to that of muzan's. It was evident to the demon from your expressions that it was rather unpleasant for you even though they seem to know you and by judging the looks of your uncle, he figured you two are related.

"Where have you gone milady?" One of your maid came rushing towards you, but you hid behind muzan's back averting your gaze from the maiden and your uncle. As you could feel an intense glare coming from him. Thanks to your uncle you are in great trouble now.

"My name is (u/n)(L/n), this girl's uncle, I apologize on behalf of my niece for causing you trouble" the (h/c) hair man said to muzan.

"I am Tsukihiko kibutsuji, Do not worry about that and (y/n) didn't create any disturbance" it would be a bit suspicious to you that why muzan lied to your uncle about his real name if he didn't mention he was a demon earlier when you two were conversing and he needs to hide his identity in order to survive.

"Thank you so much for your help, (L/n) family will owe you for this" he bowed to muzan showing his gratitude towards him while glancing at you with the corner of his eyes.

"You here young lady, I hope you won't run away like this you could have just asked our servants or me if you really wanted to go out that badly, you have made your mother worried sick" the man cooed directing towards you.

𝚕𝚒es you thought You'd never let me go out, you are only behaving nicely because of muzan.

"(Y/n)" the soothing voice hit your ears and you looked up to see muzan "you must go back home, as your uncle stated they must be really worried, right?"

You felt really defeated but you decided to let go of him, he already saved you from a great disaster. It would be selfish of you to ask for more but you really hoped he'd help. Before you headed back you asked turning your head back at his direction.

And you'll be safe under my control

"We will still be friends right?" Muzan was taken aback friends? He thought a genuine smile appearing on his face. He nodded at you which made you sigh with relief and then you waved goodbye to him in the hope of seeing him again someday, your first friend.

"Yes (y/n), we will meet again"

Just let me in, ooh.

#kimetsu no yaiba #muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #muzan x reader #fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #demon lord #demon x reader #anime

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