#siblings au

[pines-ghosts]

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EJ has tons of free time because he already finished school 🏫 (due to his intellectual level he was like 2 years ahead)

[jekylls-crippling-depression]

Been working on this since two days ago✨

I love them so much you have no idea...

Elias Wright, Mind Jekyll, Henry Kell, as well as Siblings AU all belonged to @leonenjoyer69 !!!

Ever since I read throughout the long ramble of this AU, I immediately fell in love with it and instantly attached on how different the life they have here compared to their original counterparts <3

I spedran this while also homeworking on univ project so me making an animatic of Univ Wright and Kell was just a pure coincidence LMAOOOOSBEJDMSDB

[chiiimchar]

siblings au post below ! (act 3 and 4ish spoilers)

now everyone say: "thank you tragic mom backstory anon"

bonus:

odile: would it be more rude to imply we know he has brain damage?

[loneycorner]

Siblings...

[g00bergoo]

I felt inspired so I made my own rendition of Jillz

(This is filler so I can do the redesigns 😭)

Jillz by @sm-baby

[hwkgrass]

[leonenjoyer69]

(PLEASE GOD CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY)

Haiiii hai hai :3 this is my piece for @ilovebeesandallthat 's tgs advent calendar event for the day Ice Skating!! Yall should participate if you can, it's really cool!

Are these both technically OCs from an AU (Sibling AU) of an AU (Lanyon Takes the Potion AU)? Yes, BUT I ASKED AND IT'S ALRIGHT SO SHHHHHH, I just need Elias and Kell to be soft and in love (also a post on Elias and one on Kell for this AU, if you want). If it helps, off frame Jekyll and Lanyon are probably both on their asses, covered in snow <3

This is probably the most rendering I've done for a piece ever, and one of the very few backgrounds I've done, but I think I did pretty good :33

Also, a close up on the sillies:

They're just so jejvkkskvosofl

Progress shots are below the cut <3

[fakedoe]

[space-dreams-world]

Two Graysons for one:

So we all know that Dick Grayson is supposed to become the greatest Talon of the Court of Owls: The Gray Son, Dick wasn't Mary and John's first child.

Enter Daphne Mary Grayson (Danny Fenton) the firstborn Grayson who dissapeared during Haley's tour in Europe.

The European Court of owls (Ecoo) were impatient for their Gray son and couldn't wait until Haley's arrived in Gotham. So they end up kidnapping Daphne, taken to become the possible Gray son, unaware Mary Grayson was pregnant with Dick at the time. Daphne does get small doses of electrum, but the Ecoo are waiting until she is older to fully convert her in a Talon for the court. During one of the plots to assainate an wealthy business person, an earthquake occurs and Daphne, injured ends up falling through a crevasse that connect to a cave system that directly leads to an ectoplasm pool that she accidently falls in.

Now this where things get tricky. Dick life still plays out the same way (Bruce bait, Robin, Nightwing,etc...) As Nightwing, Dick gets into contact with a magical-infused virus that could very well kill him unless he gets the blood of biological family member (John and Mary are dead, William Cobb has more electrum than blood in him and they cannot synthetisize the virus out of his blood to try put his blood back in him) this looks like it could be the very end of Dick Grayson. Everyone in the Family decides to air out their grievances to their big brother, the bird who brought all of them together. It's also worth mentioning that someone has been murdering influential people that are part of the Court around the world but has started to make their way towards Gotham warning them that their time is up.

Now, last time with Daphne, she fallen in an ectoplasm pool. What we find out is that after that fall, she appears in the states (Meddling Clockwork) unaware how they got there. Daphne gets spotted by Jazz Fenton and decides to be her big sister unaware that Daphne is somewhat disoriented from the ectoplasm and electrum sort of melding together giving Daphne some enhanced abilities like, slight healing, speed and able to go longer without proper sustenance. Daphne's electrum is barely visible around her heart and her eyes are blue with a ring of amber or gold with flecks of green ectoplasm.

The Drs. Fenton decide to "adopt" Daphne to please their daughter, and Daphne becomes Danny Janus Fenton. Canon episodes happen, except I want to say that Phantom Planet may have caused the Metahuman appearance. Danny's parents, while not to hate him anymore , can not get over their guilt that their passion killed their child. Danny is still close to Jazz, Tucker, Dani (Ellie and the clones), Valerie and Wes, surprisingly. Danny and Sam sort of split because Sam could understand that Danny was a murderer and Danny thought that Sam reminded them too much of their court days.

Danny would be genderfluid ( somedays it's Danny, others it's Daphne) since Danny always felt she lacked some control over her life.

Now, how do the Graysons meet? Two days before Dick possibly dies, someone is at the door. Alfred or possibly Tim opens it to inform them that they werent taking visitors before being shocked as the person at the door looks almost exactly like Dick (Tim would know as he has seen John and Mary Grayson before their demise) Danny goes to say that they are here to help their Baby brother as it was announced publicly that Dick Grayson has caught something terrible and was possibly on their last legs. Tim and the rest of the family want to get the validity that this is an actual relative of Dick and not some fake. Danny's D.N.A is uncorrupted enough that they can 100% tell that Danny is actually related to Dick on a much closer scale than they realize like an uncle or second-cousin, and they don't want to risk it. And if it didn't work, Danny wanted to see her baby brother alive before he died.

[pines-ghosts]

Youngest ⚙️🦇

“YOU ALREADY HAVE AN AU GOING ON AND NOW YOU MAKE A NEW ONE¡¡??” — YES YES SHUT UP I KNOW I HAVE NO CONTROL SHHHHH 🤫 🤐

Drawing them while listening “kokoro no tamago”🪄🪄🎀🎀

[wumiings]

girl help i was musing abt an au with shen yuan as mobei-jun’s little brother but now i can’t stop picturing it like. a portal opens and a very intimidating ice demon steps out. then a few seconds later another portal opens and a smaller, more delicate looking ice demon steps out and lines up beside the first. they’re wearing the same style of clothes and identical facial expressions, and despite the fact that the expression is cold, cold, cold, the overall effect puts one rather in mind of this:

how do you even react?? can you be frightened while also sort of wanting to coo over them?

[heartstringsbloom]

“What’s the last thing your mother said to you?”

The microphone is shoved under his face and McQueen starts. That’s. . .not the question he had been expecting.

“I’m—sorry, what does—?“

“Do you regret not visiting more often?”

“Hold on—“

“Monty.” Mom is there now, hanging behind the reporter like a shadow. His own eyes stare back at him so lovingly he might be sick. “I want you to follow your dream.”

“Mom. . .”

He feels her hand on his face. She’s closer suddenly. Her voice echoes around him, drowning out the reporters, the cheering fans. His panicked breathing.

“It’s gonna be okay. Your sister and I are gonna be keeping an eye on you.”

Lightn—Monty forces himself to swallow. The cameras are blinding. He shuts his eyes against the flashing but he still sees her. “How can you? I’m so far away. Mom, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“

“Mr. McQueen! How selfish can you be to leave your family behind for the track? MR. MCQUEEN!“

“STOP!” He crashes to the ground, doesn’t feel the impact. He- he might throw up. “I don’t know! Stop asking me!”

He sobs, hard. His eyes are squeezed shut yet somehow he still sees her beside him. He can’t escape her—his—her eyes, or her voice. A soothing haunt to his ears.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

“No I’m not.” Monty hugs his knees to his chest. Everything keeps fading in and out but her presence is steady. Too real. Not real enough.

“Mom,” he sobs.

“I’m so proud of you,” she soothes in his hair. Her hugs are just as warm as he thinks he remembers. But he still can’t feel her.

“You—you shouldn’t be.”

“You oughtta call your sister, sundrop.”

“I can’t, mom.” Monty sniffles. He feels smaller than ever. Nothing exists beyond her feather-light embrace. “She probably hates me.”

He closes his eyes and, finally, everything fades with that. Mom rocks them both, humming something about needing to run to the store for glue to finish Maisie’s costume for the play.

“Into The Woods?” They had both performed in that one. They had performed in a lot of plays together. The last one was when they were 15.

“You know your songs, baby?”

He snuggles in just like he used to. “Yeah, mama.”

She kisses his temple. Monty’s too tired to open his eyes, as if they’re glued shut. Mama squeezes him tight, still rocking back and forth. The last time he let her hold him like that was when he was 12.

“Love you, sunshine,” she whispers. He wants to say ‘don’t go,’ but his body is heavy.

His eyes open to window of Doc’s guest room.

It’s a bit cold, and he can see the sky is barely awake. He pulls the blankets tighter around himself. It’s half a comfort.

The room is a low grey. It’s early-early. Doc’s gonna get him up for training in a couple of hours. Mont—Lightning can barely stomach the idea, but he pushes out of bed anyway. He can at least get a shower and food.

The dream sits untouched in the back of his mind. He can’t help but to. . .well, he doesn’t recall much of it at all, but he can’t shake it. He doesn’t really want to.

His hands feel loose as he reaches for the shower curtain. It rests there, unmoving, unwilling. He just doesn’t have it in him. Lightning pulls away and slides to the floor, lashes sticky on his cheeks.

People always told him he had his mother’s face. For some reason they never said it to Maisie, though it could have been for her brown eyes. It hurt to look at her sometimes, as if he were missing out on something he never knew, but at the same time they were incredible. A treasure only she held. Maisie never liked her eyes. Monty appreciated them, though he’d never admitted it (he should have told her).

Same lips. Same jaw. Same piercing eyes, different colors. Maisie got mistaken for him, and he got mistaken for mom, even though Maisie had mom’s honey-to-gold blonde hair. Monty’s was strawberry blonde, almost rosy (rosy like his and Maisie’s cheeks).

He jolts awake when someone knocks at the bathroom door.

“Lightning?” Doc calls. “You about ready?”

Light. . .ning blinks himself awake (“pay attention, McQueen.” His sister would say during rehearsals, snapping her fingers in his face. They shared the same last name). He pushes up from the floor, eyes thick with sleep he doesn’t know if he wants. His legs are weak. He slips down with a sigh.

“Monty?”

(“Monty,” mom says softly when he won’t get out of bed. “You’ll be late for school.”)

The door creaks open. He feels Doc press a hand to his forehead.

“What’s goin�� on, kid?” Doc sounds worried, actually.

“Jus’ tired,” Lightning slurs. His lips barely move. “Tried to get a shower, couldn’t keep myself up.”

Doc’s beside him now. He brushes some hair from Lightning’s eyes. “You feelin’ sick?”

“Nah.” Maybe?

It’s quiet for a moment. He can hear Doc thinking.

“I think we can skip practice today. Go back to bed.” Doc stands, helps Lightning up. “I’ll bring you some food in a bit. Should have some water, too.”

Yeah. His lips do feel dry.

(“You need some lip balm,” his sister tells him through the mirror one night as she does her makeup. He’s still trying to get the stupid wig to look right. “And water.”)

Shut up, Maisie.

“Hey, you don’t have to like it,” Doc hums, as if Light spoke aloud. Maybe he did. “It’s what’s best for now.”

“You always say that,” Lightning whines, feeling in quite the mood to just be difficult.

(“You always say that,” he mutters to their reflection. She clicks her tongue and decides to not with the usual ‘I’m always right.’)

Doc eases him into the once messy bed now tucked neatly because Doc sometimes goes behind his back like that, and folds the sheets around his waist. The comforter has been folded on the desk chair.

“Try to sleep, rookie.”

“Sleep is so off season, Doc.” Lightning scoffs and burrows into his pillow. “Let me behind the wheel and I’ll. . .”

Tires spinning. Dirt flying. Turn right to go—

(“One day,” Monty asserts, laying on his sister’s shoulder. The tv screen glows black and white in the darkness of their little living room. “Someday soon, that’ll be me.”

He feels feels her hum more than he hears her. “Your hair’s in my nose.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear with your hair in my ear.”

“Chomp.”

“Chomp?”

“. . .”

“Did you bite—“)

“—my hair?” Monty mumbles in his pillow.

He hears a chuckle.

Gets everywhere, someone says.

He doesn’t know who. The door shuts quietly.

Lightning wakes up to a note on the bedside in Doc’s handwriting, saying he’ll be at the clinic til 5 or so. Then he checks his phone and there’s a text with the same message, because Doc figured he’d better appreciate that.

He sits up and stretches, letting out a lion’s yawn that tastes like a fresh start and all the sleep he could have asked for. His stomach draws wide circles in him and he glances about for that food Doc had promised.

Doc wouldn’t just leave food out for however long to go bad.

He finds some soup and a cup of strawberries in the fridge. Soup is never his first choice but the strawberries help it go down. He surprisingly doesn’t mind it as much as he usually does, especially when it’s hot and warms him right up. He’s all the more grateful that Doc didn’t leave it out to go bad (as opposed to Lightning, who hasn’t just once forgotten to put leftovers away before bed).

“He’s so cool,” Lightning sighs. The doorbell rings.

As he opens it, he’s met with the most beautiful sight.

“Howdy, doll.” Sally dips her sunglasses and smirks. “You got a date to the prom?”

He sips from his bowl and leans on the doorframe, fighting to hear himself over the speed of his heart. “She just showed up.”

Sally leans up to kiss him before he leaps back, hand over his mouth.

“Stickers?”

“I’m sick, Sal!”

Sally, angel she is, laughs and draws his hand down. She pecks him softly, like, wow. “S’not gonna stop me.”

“Hm?” He’s still reeling from how lovely it always is.

“Nothing, babe.” She walks through the living room and he bounds after, so happy to be together. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good.” He sits back down at the table and opens his arms, wraps the blanket he’s been wearing around them both. “Sleepy. Is that weird? I just woke up.”

“My poor, sick baby.” Sally’s kiss tastes like strawberries. Oh, the thief. “The soup should help.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like soup,” Light mumbles against her crown. “How’ve you been?”

She swirls one of the berries in the bowl, giving a noncommittal shrug. “Well it’s slow today, but most people aren’t rushing through our cute little town this time of year. Don’t get me wrong, I love the activity.” She sighs, takes a bite and Lightning plucks a piece of chicken from the bowl. “It’s just nice having it to ourselves every now and then, not having to deal with all the buzz Mr. Golden racer boy brings everywhere he goes.”

He snorts. “I wouldn’t say I’m that popular.”

“Sure. Sky’s not blue.”

“Maybe not to you.” And he means it, watching her nibble the soup-coated berry and gaze sleepily towards the window above the sink. Bluer than blue, everything she is. Beautiful and true.

“You wanna come by the Cone? I could keep you company.”

“Nah.” He moves the bowl towards her, stealing back his cup of fruit. “It was enough walking to the front door and back.”

“Don’t be a stranger, shortcake.” She moves off of his lap and he misses her already. “I’m calling every couple hours, hear me? If you don’t answer, I’ll peek through your window until you either shoo me off or I get tired of looking at you.”

He rolls his eyes. “In other words, I’d have to actually tell you to leave.” Impossible. He’d never want her to leave.

Her smirk is back. “I know how hard that is for you, so I’ll make the agonizing—“ Sally clutches her heart, lifts her knuckles to her brow “—sacrifice of leaving on my own. See what you’re doing to me, stickers? Do you see how much I go through for you?”

“Always.” He kisses the back of her hand, drops his forehead to it. “I love you.”

He feels her brush a curl behind his ear and knows that she’s the best he could have ever asked for. “I love you too, Lightning.”

They part soon after, with Sally reiterating her promise to check in regularly and Lightning promising to let her.

As he wraps himself in bed, belly comfortably full and face more relaxed, he wonders if he’s forgotten something. His eyes will fall closed and he’ll think he sees someone, he almost knows he does, but they’re gone as soon as he’s conscious of them. There’s a voice he hasn’t heard in years but could never forget. Someone’s hand in his, whispering reassurances behind a curtain. The murmur of an audience. Gone again, back to nothingness behind his eyes. And as it goes, each time.

He falls asleep on a stage, sharing a dream he’s left behind.

It’s loud this time of night, voices bleeding over each other as silverware and plates meet. The tv over the bar is low, far from the main diner and even farther from those just outside, but she catches things here and there all the same. She’s learned how to use her ears.

Racing season must be at its peak. The interviewer on air won’t stop babbling about that three-way tie. Maisie still can’t wrap her head around such a blunder. Least of all can she believe how reckless he was.

Monty never used to be so careless.

When the press shove their way to him (“McQueen! McQueen!”) he’s leaning on his car, smirk loose and proud, arms crossed as if he’s everything and more, the brat (he’s enough, always has been, but she never told him and that hits her harder and harder every night). He prides himself on this one-man show attitude. Maisie tries to get lost in anything else: her cider is bubbly and sweet, he’d like it, Monty’s so different now; the night is cool and deep and unlike the flashes on screen that capture his every move and perfect teeth (as if he ever knew when to stop eating candy. Did he break the habit?).

Ugh, this is her least favorite part of the night, having to sit and wonder. He’s not even thinking about her. Not with his flashy new lifestyle and adoring fans. She polishes off her cider, listening to someone on tv yell that they quit, but refusing to watch. She recalls the news articles detailing each crew Monty’s fired. Maisie leaves her glass at the bar, tips the bartender who smiles her way, asks if she’ll get along fine on her own. She hums noncommittally, adds a few more bills to his tip because he has been a real gentleman all night. She leaves before he can ask again.

In her car she melts against the steering wheel, exhaustion hitting her at once. She doesn’t have to be on set til 9-ish, so she can sleep until 7 or so and make the next town over on time. And right now it’s. . .

Well, if she’s back at the motel and in bed within the next forty-or-so minutes she’ll catch a few hours of sleep after accounting for the bug-watch she’ll be doing. As it goes.

(Why hadn’t he called?)

Why hasn’t she?

She pushes away the accusation, scoffs at it. She’s been busy, obviously. Busy getting background roles and sleeping with the lights on to avoid bugs, or keep them away, but either way she doesn’t sleep. Busy having to settle with a stale bagel each morning because of her allergies and the hotel staff never knowing what’s been used in their meals. Monty probably gets his food special-made. Maisie hopes he remembers to be mindful anyway. He seems fine so far, at least.

Fine enough without her. No reason to call.

Her thumb hovers over his contact in her phone, as it does at least twice a day. He’s on live tv. She could call and embarrass him, probably, if he bothers to pick up. In front of the camera? He’d be ridiculous to. It’s not out of his league, but he wouldn’t have his phone on him. Not just after a race. She couldn’t bring herself to do it anyway, to even taint his success, though it crawls under her skin to just. . .and maybe she’s different now, too.

Her hand shakes and her throat dries. She tosses the phone to the passenger side, breathes through the weight behind her eyes. She’s just tired. And very tempted to go back for a few more ciders, fooling herself into thinking she could afford it. But she’s a big girl. She can pull through without the sugary support.

Maisie drives through McDonald’s for a small coffee—it won’t do much for her, but it’ll make the night a little easier—and heads back to the motel.

It’s a quiet drive. She keeps the radio off, really in no mood for it, though she hasn’t been able to get that one song out of her head for a while.

“Life could be a dream. . .”

The city is its best at night. The lights always fill Maisie with nostalgia for those long, sleepy rides along the freeway, nodding off on her brother’s shoulder as mama drove home. She can’t feel the lights like she would her family, but they’re almost an embrace. They’re close enough.

In the back of her mind she sees those lights on the red carpet. Cameras flashing (“McQueen, McQueen!”) catching her every angle, every one her best. Capturing him, too, as they walk side by side in this dream they’d have built.

There they would be: on a stage doing their latest Broadway hit. Her makeup perfect and his wig finally right. Monty and Maisie, twin sensations.

She’s back at the hotel before she knows it. Her coffee is cold when she picks it up, and she’s no way to heat it. Maisie sighs and brings it in anyway.

She sets it on the small table under the mounted tv that doesn’t get any channels. She showers quickly, well past ready for bed. The stage comes and goes, but her thoughts keep Monty the rest of the night. Her thumb hovers over the contact.

Maisie falls asleep, phone in hand, missing a far-off dream and a far-away sibling.

[loneycorner]

"Trust"

[sweet-little-tank-top-number]

Saw the comment a while back that Sam “collects brothers like Pokémon” and my brain chirped this Siblings AU out like a dot matrix printer:

Sam - Oldest sister, but not the oldest sibling. Has eldest daughter syndrome. Brilliant and has no problem keeping up with the boys, but often saddled with additional physical and emotional responsibilities/burdens. Both within the family (at first) and societally, she keeps being pigeonholed as “The Girl” and has to fight it tooth and nail.

Teal’c - Oldest brother. Half-brother from a prior relationship. Big age gap. Bit of a culture difference due to the other side of his family. His name is from his other parent’s culture. He took the English name “Murray” for professional reasons, but his younger half-sibs are all good eggs and use his true name. Was the only child for a long time before the younger batch came along. Recognizes and respects Sam’s efforts and always treats her as an equal.

Cam - Older brother. But only by like a year or two. Oldest full sibling and left the household as soon as possible for school/work, but came back into the fold later. Not as close with the siblings when he first came back and had to rebuild the relationship. He knows everything about them on paper but had to work to emotionally connect. Technically, he’s the oldest of the full-sibs, but he defers to Sam and her experience. More like co-captains.

Daniel - Sam’s twin. Her partner in crime. Closest of all the siblings. But she’s 7 and a half minutes older and never lets him forget it. Equally brilliant but in different ways. Always ready to sass with each other. But while Sam was parentified, he was more free, being a younger son and all. Since Sam bears more familial responsibility, Daniel is more able to follow his heart and go outside the lines.

Vala - Younger sister. She and Sam didn’t get along when they were little; she resisted Sam’s attempts at parenting (not realizing until she was older that the parentification was forced on Sam). The black sheep. The rebellious one who left the house at a young age and got herself into some heinous situations out in the world. After returning home, her relationship with Sam is strained and awkward at first, but the two eventually grow close.

Jonas - Baby brother. Wildly intelligent and a bit sheltered. The optimist. Even more of an idealist than Daniel and that’s saying something. Brings out the best in all of his siblings. Sam is protective of him… but she’s still his sister and she’s still gonna give him a hard time now and again, that’s just what siblings do.

Bonus:

I have permanent samjack shipping goggles welded to my face and I am physically incapable of seeing Jack as a sibling/blood relative, so…

Jack - Oldest brother Teal’c’s best friend. Meets Daniel long before he meets Sam and after a rocky start to the friendship, he ends up close with Daniel too. Hears all about her from the boys, but doesn’t meet Sam until later. Even in a version of this AU with no military regs, there’s still a barrier between them; the age gap and the fact that she’s the sister of his friends makes a relationship between them taboo. At first. They get over it.

[hwkgrass]

[leonenjoyer69]

OKAY, HELLO MY NEGLECTED TUMBLR, HERE'S PART ONE OF,,, WHO KNOWS HOW MANY, ON THE SIBLING AU!! creating an AU of your own AU is crazy, but hey, you know how I am. (Edit, theres now a part two with Elias!!)

This post is all about:

Henry Animus Kell! The sibling AU version of Mindkyll, but not evil <3 also NOT related to Henry Jekyll, they just look oddly similar 😋

Kell was born with an issue in his left leg, leading him to need a cane on him constantly, as his muscles will occasionally spasm or give out. As a child, Kell looks up to his parents, who are both quite well off doctors, and all the other high society folks around him. He's taken to balls sometimes, causing him to mimic the speaking manners and actions of the people around him, especially their charm. It's at one such ball that he vaguely meets Robert Lanyon, who somewhat enraptures him. Robert doesn't seem too interested in him, leading Kell to try and charm him like he's seen the adults do.

Instead, he meets Elias Lanyon, Robert's neglected and troublesome little brother, who's usually kept away from the balls as to not taint the family name as much with his "misbehaving". Of course, Kell quickly sees Elias as an opportunity to get through to his brother, basically just using him as an in. However, he begins to actually get quite attached to Elias, quickly becoming Elias's main friend.

The two hung out constantly, Kell slowly warming up to Elias's odd mannerisms as the two practically became inseparable. Kell's parents took quite a liking to Elias, so they were quite alright with it, and the Lanyon's saw it as a positive influence on Elias, somebody that would hopefully fix him. Lanyon does eventually warm up to Kell, but he has to work through a lot of jealousy first.

In university, Kell plays around with boys a decent bit, using that charm he learned through childhood. Unknowingly, he tends to go for boys that remind him of Elias, but he quickly gets bored and drops them, until he finally just quits dating around near the end of his and Elias's second year. This is also the year that Jekyll comes in, causing confusion considering his and Kell's similar looks. At first, Jekyll gets mistaken as a Kell, but as Jekyll begins to make a name for himself, it starts going both ways.

Eventually, after a nasty breakup on Elias's side, Kell and Elias finally realize their mutual feelings and get together, quite happily. They also help keep Jekyll and Lanyon together through Lanyon's arranged marriage. When Elias gets disowned by refusing his own potential arranged marriage in his last year, the both of them and Kell are there for him.

Post university, Kell starts his own medical practice (eventually taking over his parents) with Elias by his side. Jekyll still goes on to open the society, Lanyon much more willing and happy to help, and Jekyll hires his younger brother Edward on as well. Kell and Elias focus on their practice, but help out at the Society a decent bit, whether for medical reasons, moral support, or financially. Kell has calmed down his charm quite a bit, but when dealing with high society, balls, or people he doesn't like, it still certainly shows itself.

Personality wise:

When he's younger, Kell is quite guarded, usually charming his way through situations, just as he saw the adults doing. He's quite empathetic, but mainly only for those he cares about. He has a habit of speaking the truth around people he's comfortable with, and he's quite easy to fluster or confuse. He can be quite antagonistic towards people he doesn't like, usually not immediately or directly though, saving it for the right moment or when it's needed most. He tends to fight for what he wants, being quite argumentative at times, but specifically with his peers. He can be a bit cruel at times as well, but never with the people he cares about.

He has the biggest soft spot for Elias, letting down most of his walls for the blond. When they're dating, Kell makes sure his partner knows he's loved, going out of his way to make Elias happy, taking him on picnics, giving him gifts, etc.

Post university he mellows out quite a bit, becoming more of a kindly gentleman, always smiling and gentle looking. Of course he still has his moments, especially towards people that aren't his special people, but he's got quite a good reputation, not many can seem to hate Dr. Kell.