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kittievampire · 1 year

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I had given this idea to someone but it never got made so 🥲 Anyways, I hope you can make something out of this crack idea. Mammon leaving to the human world for like a week for modeling but for whatever reason (you can make one up or it can be a misunderstanding after an argument etc) his brothers think he's leaving them for good. You know never talking to them and cutting off any ties to them. So his brothers beg him not to leave, cry their crocodile tears, promise to be better etc only for Mammon to be confused af and then clear up the misunderstanding 😂 I really hope something can come to fruition out of this dumb ass idea lol.

This one made me cackle in an unflattering way

Sorry it took so long for me to write this for ya, anon, ily tho

There's no MC mentioned in the request, so MC will be a bit of a side character in this one, love y'all

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if ya wanna request!

Don't Leave, Mammon!

Warnings: Family Arguments, Misunderstandings, Light angst, a lot of crack-head energy, MC's just kinda there

Enjoy.

It'd been about three months since you'd left for the human realm.

The House of Lamentation didn't change, it was always in a state of chaos. However, one could tell that your absence had taken a toll on the brothers, each in their own way. Not that this was exactly a bad thing, their lives had been changed thanks to you, and they wanted to carry out your parting wishes to the best of their ability. They became more responsible, more kind-hearted, and more merciful.

However, siblings will do what siblings do best: Argue over bullshit and cause each other stress.

"StupidMammon! Did you take money from my wallet again?!" The Avatar of Envy shouted from across the hall as he approached the white-haired sin. "I was saving that for an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle! Give it back right now!" Mammon turned his head to face his brother, shades slipping down his nose a bit. "Eh? I didn't steal shit from you, Weeb! Quit assumin' stuff!"

The sound of the door to Satan's room closing made the two flinch, a small sigh following the closing of a book in the blond's hand. "There you go with the lies again, Mammon. Just give him his money back, spare the ones in earshot the headache." The Avatar of Greed jumped, turning toward Satan. "I swear, it wasn't me this time! I didn't do nothin'!" He held his hands up in surrender. "You're being loud," A soft voice erupted form the twins' room, the source being the messy-haired youngest with an irritated expression on his face. "Beel and I are trying to sleep, and you woke him up. Then, he woke me up." The Avatar of Sloth huffed out, the sin in question poking his head out from the crack in the door and the frame.

"Mammon stole my money again!" Leviathan practically screeched, tears welling up in his eyes. "I was saving it on a Limited Edition—" "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Levi. Mammon, give him his money back before he goes on a nerd-rant," Belphegor waved his hand dismissively, earning a nod of a agreement from Beel. "Maybe you should hide it better next time, Levi," The Avatar of Gluttony said, munching on some Spicy Newt Chips.

"I'm tellin' ya, it wasn't me this time! I actually got a modelin' gig up in—" Mammon tried to protest, but was ultimately cut off once more. "What's going on here?" The eldest brother asked, face full of irritation from the bickering of his younger brothers. "Why are ya all suddenly springin' up from outta nowhere like this?!" Mammon whined, earning a stern look from Lucifer. "Of course, you're the culprit, Mammon. What did you do?" He seethed.

"I didn't do nothin'! I swear! Honest to Diavolo, it wasn't me this time!" The Avatar of Greed tried desperately to defend himself, only for his purple-haired brother to argue more. "He stole money from my wallet! I was going to by an exclusive Limited Edition Hana Ruri: Prestige Version Gaming Set, controller, headset, and figurine included bundle!" Lucifer deadpanned at his brother before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily. "Mammon, make this easy and just give it back."

The second-born looked around, only to see all of his brothers start to gang up on him, all repeating the phrase, "Just give it back," even though he never stole anything! At least, not this time. "I-It wasn't me this time!" Mammon tried to sputter out among the others' yelling. "It wasn't me!" He repeated, hand gripping the door knob to his room.

As the brothers continued to berate the second-born, Mammon turned the door knob and rushed into his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. "I'm fuckin' done!" He threw his hands up in the air, though the tone he had made the statement seem less playful than he meant it to be.

Lucifer clicked his tongue, adjusting his black gloves as he took a step toward his brother's door. "All of you just want to give me a headache, don't you?" He asked softly, earning a whine from Leviathan. "My Ruri-Chan!"

"Oh my, what's going on out here?" Asmodeus asked, opening his door and pulling up his face mask. "Do you know how important my sleep is to maintain the health of my glowing and radiant skin? What's the meaning of all this noise?" The Avatar of Lust practically demanded, though he kept a neutral tone because of the eldest's presence. The third-born turned to his brother in pink, pointing at Mammon's room. "Mammon took the money that I was going to use to buy a Limited Edition Ruri-Chan Figurine from my wallet!" He exclaimed, pulling his phone out and fumbling with it for a moment. He nearly shrieked. "And I wanted to be the first one to buy it! That's it, I'm summoning-" "If you summon Lotan, Levi, I can assure you, Mammon will be the least of your concerns." The Avatar of Pride warned, earning a yelp from the purple-haired sin.

Asmodeus glanced between the two before sighing heavily. "Levi, are you referring to the 200,000 grimm you left in my room a few hours ago while you were ranting about how excited you were to get the figurine?" He asked, opening his door wider and pointing to his vanity mirror, lights glowing, and grimm sitting on the desk.

The brothers all exchanged glances, and the eldest growled.

"Leviathan!"

When you saw Mammon at your doorstep, you thought that something bad had happened. He told you that he was here for a modeling gig, but you assumed that there was more to the sudden arrival.

"I just figured I'd pay ya a visit while I'm here, nothin' more, g-got it?" He asked, a light blush present on his face as he denied any other reason for his appearance.

You were worried, so you contacted the brothers to see what was going on. You were able to get a hold of Satan, who explained what was going on as best he could.

"I did hear him say that he was... 'done,' but... I didn't expect him to run off like that." The Avatar of Wrath seemed perplexed over the phone. "It seems like he was more upset about it than I thought... I'll tell the others, please keep him there as long as you can. Don't let him leave," He said just before ending the call.

You looked down at your D.D.D., letting out a small sigh as you turned toward your bedroom door.

Did your departure have something to do with this? Maybe you could help in some way.

Mammon insisted on sleeping in the same room as you, even if it had to be on the floor. When you were still awake, he'd started rambling on about his brothers and how annoyed he was, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He must be going through so much internally, and you were glad he was letting it out, even if it was under a cloak of sarcasm and pettiness.

In the middle of his rambling, though, you heard the front door swing open. Mammon jumped to his feet immediately, worried that there might be an intruder. Lucifer slammed the door to your room open, his brothers spilling out into the room after him.

Asmodeus immediately lept toward his white-haired brother, squeezing him in a tight embrace. "Mammon! Don't leave us!" He whined. "If you're gone, who am I going to party with?! Who's going to be there to splurge on shopping with me, hm?! I can't exactly take Levi or Satan with me!! Leaving is too cruel, Mammon! Too cruel!!"

The eldest looked down at the Avatar of Envy, tilting his head toward Mammon, motioning for him to 'go'. Leviathan shuffled over to his brother, looking up at him with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Mammon. I didn't mean to go blaming you and stuff, that's only what a normie would do. I didn't mean to make you leave!" Beelzebub came up after them, scooping all three of his brothers up into a tight hug, making Mammon wheeze as he tried to breathe properly. "O-Oi—!" "Don't leave Mammon!" The gluttonous demon sobbed, holding his brothers close.

"Beel, let them breathe." Satan chuckled softly, patting the sin on the shoulder. Belphegor and Lucifer stood behind the rest of them, the Avatar of Sloth feeling less enthusiastic than the rest of his brothers, though he could hardly blame them. Lucifer cleared his throat. "Release them, Beelzebub," He demanded. Beelzebub did as told, allowing the gasping demons in his arms to fall to the floor.

"W-What's this all about, huh?! Why're ya all actin' so weird?!" Mammon asked, grasping his chest as if to try and steady his heart beat. Asmodeus grabbed him by the shoulders. "Because you came to the human world to escape us! Because you were through with us, no?"

Mammon blinked.

"I have a modeling gig tomorrow..." He muttered out, making the entire room go silent. You bit your lip, a very frightening aura being emitted from the eldest sin. "And... That's the only reason why you left?"

The Avatar of Greed nodded, causing Leviathan to immediately recoil. Asmodeus kept his arms wrapped around him, tears streaming down his face. "Don't joke around like that again!! I thought I lost the only other interesting person in the House of Lamentation!" He whined.

Mammon scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face. "Of course ya'd be distraught! Losing the one and only Mammon is the most horrible thing that could happen! Ya should be greatful that I didn't!"

Silence fell upon the room once more, with the acception of Asmo's sobbing.

Lucifer then turned to you, a vein bulging from his forehead.

"MC, you would happen to have rope, do you?"

Hope you liked it, anon!

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me on crack #obey me hcs #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me crack

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starfyhero2 · 2 months

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I Can't Take It Anymore (Youngest Runaways AU)

John Dory was the first to storm into the pod, with the others following. Floyd dragged his feet as he already began to hear the three eldest brothers began to argue about their performance.

"See what happens when you don't follow my lead?" the eldest brother ranted as Spruce glared daggers right behind him.

"Dude, that is exactly what happens when we follow your lead!" he immediately hissed back at him.

Baby Branch looked at the developing argument with growing concern and fear in his eyes as Floyd inched over next to his side.

"Yeah, dude! This used to be fun! Now it's all about being perfect," Clay joined in at some point.

The youngest siblings stared in shock when Spruce suddenly declared that he was quitting the band, tearing off his purple vest.

As the two other older brothers began to argue with more intensity, Floyd glanced over to Branch and saw the fear and heartbreak in his eyes.

Now, Floyd was not only the sensitive one of the group, but also the peacekeeper and mediator. He knew that he should have spoken up right there, but after seeing Branch's eyes, something in him snapped as he made a decision. Neither of them should have to tolerate this fighting anymore.

He crouched to Bitty B's level and looked him in the eyes.

"Branch, we need to leave," the redhead held his shoulders, not realizing that there was fear showing in his eyes.

"...Huh?"

Before the trolling realized what was happening, Floyd scooped him up into his arms and held him tight as he bolted past the other brothers and out of the pod.

JD, Spruce and Clay immediately stopped fighting and tried to run after the redhead in confusion.

"FLOYD! PLEASE WAIT!" JD tried to call out to him, now sounding more distressed as the other two brothers pleaded for the redhead to stop.

"Don't look back," Floyd kept on repeating in his head as tears fell from his face.

Branch, who was pressed against the older brother's chest, began to cry as he didn't understand anything that was happening except that Floyd was very upset and also crying.

After turning a few more corners as the chase continued down the Troll Tree, the pair lost their pursuers as Floyd hopped into a hidden entrance on the ground floor, leading to a small underground hideout he made a while ago to escape from the world.

As the pair hushed down under the hatch door, they could hear the faint screams of their older brothers.

But Floyd knew that they could never go back.

#trolls #trolls youngest runaways au #brozone #trolls branch #trolls floyd #trolls john dory #trolls jd #trolls spruce #trolls clay #I wrote a thing explaining how Floyd and Branch originally ran away from home the night their brothers fought #poor floyd's a ball of anxiety that finally snapped from the pressure of being the peacekeeper #now where's grandma in all of this?#just like canon she just doesn't interfere for some reason

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olivyh · 2 years

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Leona, Jamil, and the Leech twins with an Fem!s/o who has 4 siblings and they're the eldest.

A 14 year old, 9 year old, and 6 year old. (All girls)

S/o happened to get spawned into Twisted Wonderland with her siblings in toe.

S/o is often annoyed with her siblings and can often be found in her room. Especially because they're an introvert already.

She doesn't trust ANYONE to watch her siblings for them because people aren't trustworthy in her eyes.

Absolutely hates and loves her siblings.

She doesn't show affection often, and hate when their siblings try to hug or kiss her.

One wrong move, and students can be mutilated.

It's a "I hate you but I will murder everyone for you"

Omg I can relate so hard to this ;;;; I'm one of six children (I have four brothers and a sister) but I'm the fourth born! I can also vv much relate to the introverted part ;; ( It is a little short, though, because the break I got earlier was just the calm before the storm and I got very burnt out very quickly ;;;;;;;;;;; i got a little slammed with essays and exams and club activities, but I will try to continue to write as much as possible when i find the time and energy!

Will also start publishing the self-indulgent inserts (with name changed ofc) and short stories that I have written to fill up the gaps between when I don't have time to write (I have... three on the backburner right now?)

Leona:

-Didn't think too much about you and your younger siblings when you first came, though he was a little annoyed about there being kids on campus

-He was never really aware that you existed either, considering your introverted nature and how, having not known you all, tended to just see one of you and assume it was someone else

-He did, however, get an earful when your younger sibling came to you crying because "The scary lion in the greenhouse growled at me when I stepped on his tail"

-After being comforted by your other siblings, you stomped over and gave the man a piece of your mind, chewing him out and threatening him for making your precious younger sibling cry

-You stormed off, mumbling to yourself and leaving the lion man in a state of awe, jaw agape for once

-Ruggie made fun of him for it, having heard the whole thing

-Of course, he doesn't try to attract too much of your attention again

-Eventually your younger siblings grow fond of him, whether through Cheka being the youngests' playmate or their general interest in beastmen. And through them, came you

-Your relationship at first was strained, with him being a little more wary of the things he did and said around your siblings, and you standing threateningly over him while they hung out.

-He was, admittedly, a little glad to get you out of your room.

-But he knew not to push the issue too much, and also to keep his distance, knowing all too well that you can defend yourself and your siblings if needed

-If you do ask him for support or to step in, he absolutely will

-But of course, if not he won't bother. He believes that you can stand up for yourself and your family

-It makes him a little unnerved to see the way you interact with your siblings, seeing the reflection of the way that he treats Cheka. Of course, he treats your siblings in the same way.

-Overall, he's a fairly good boyfriend towards your family, given how important they are to you and through association, they're important to him

"Leona!" Your youngest sibling rushes up to him, gripping onto his arm and whining. "Come on!"

"No, get some sleep," The lion sighs, rolling onto his other side and flicking the child with his tail.

"But it's noon!"

"They're right, Leona!" Your other sibling frowns, hands on their hips as they huff and roll their eyes at his actions.

"Guys," You warn them, lightly smacking the youngests' arm. Leona grins at your actions, watching you bicker with them from his position on the grass. "Leave him be!"

"No! Leona promised to teach me how to play chess!" Your youngest sibling huffs, stomping her foot and waving her arm in his direction as he yawns.

"I did teach you," He yawns.

"Barely!"

You chuckle, waving them off. "How about you guys find something else to do? He'll teach you later, promise," They huff and stride off, disappearing into Savanaclaw, probably off to swim in the fountain or hang off Jack for the eightieth time. You sit down beside the lion, gently running your hand through his hair and fixing his braids. He sighs, eyes falling closed.

"I'm sorry about them," You apologize softly. He huffs in response.

"It's nothin'," He leans into your touch slightly, feeling all of the tension built up in his body over the course of the day slowly melting with every stroke of your hand against his hair, every brush of your nails against his scalp. "They're not as bothersome as Cheka."

"You say that, but-"

"Shut it," You grin in response, watching his eyes slowly lull closed.

Jade:

-He was curious upon seeing students who are much younger than even the youngest at NRC. He wondered if it was the same situation as the Shroud brothers

-And it was!

-He had seen your younger siblings all over campus as they seemed to have an easy time making friends. Him and his brother even had a conversation with them once

-He caught on how they tearfully told them about you, their oldest sibling who rarely leaves Ramshackle unless necessary

-His interest was piqued and he, of course, needed to know more about this mysterious prefect

-He found out soon enough when both your siblings, scared to tears of the twins, came crying to you while you were relaxing in your dorm one day

-You stormed into Mostro Lounge, cursed him out, and left like nothing happened

-He was baffled, but it also heightened his previous curiosity. A magicless human trying to fight him? Not showing an ounce of fear? Was your will to protect your siblings that strong?

-Jade and Floyd had an... odd relationship.

-They were incredibly close, but Jade would never dream of fighting someone on Floyd's behalf (unless he physically couldn't, which never happened)

-They also didn't have any younger siblings, so he wanted to learn more

-How did he gain your affections?

-During Azul's overblot, when the octomer was rampaging, he saw some debris flying towards one of your younger siblings, who screamed and tried to cover their faces to the best of their ability

-He quickly grabbed them and hid them behind one of the booths for safety

-Little did he know, you were watching the whole thing go down

-You felt... indebted to him, for lack of a better word and went to help him with whatever he needed

-Which soon bloomed into a relationship

-He's very good with your younger siblings- patient, helpful, willing to play with him and feed them free food from Mostro when Azul's not looking

-He wants to be as much of a protector for them as you are, but he knows to keep his distance

-So he opts to be a big brother figure instead :)

"No, little one," Jade gently scolds your youngest sibling, slowly moving their hands along the small terrarium. "You must position the moss like this-"

You smile, watching him guide your younger sibling as they build their own terrarium after becoming interested seeing his countless terrariums built up. Watching how their eyes lit up when the jar (a repurposed jelly jar) became something akin to what your younger sibling would call a 'fairy house'.

Jade smiles, chiding them when they get too excited and lift it into the air quickly, shaking the insides ever so slightly. Your other sibling scoffs, fake gagging.

"Stop looking at him like that," They pout, covering their face with their hands. "It's gross."

"Like what?" You retort, face flushing.

"Like he's the sun."

"I do not!" You smack them slightly, pouting. Jade notices your conversation and chuckles, making your youngest sibling giggle at his reaction.

"You do, my dear," He sighs happily, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, making you yelp and try to push him away.

"Stop!" Your younger sibling gags and the youngest giggles, grabbing the other and scrambling off.

"You're so embarrassing!" You huff. Jade grins and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"They'll get used to it."

Floyd:

-He was actually friends with your youngest sibling from the start!

-Of course, they were a little scared of him at first

-But it's shown during the Halloween event that Floyd is very good with young kids. Between that and his high energy (most of the time), they get along well

-Due to this, Floyd became your temporary roommate/babysitter

-You were always around one another due to him hanging out with your sibling all the time, often taking on a protector role for them as much as you do

-This is what caught your attention

-How quickly he responded to them and their concerns, how he kept them safe while having fun, how happy they seemed to be around him

-Of course, your teenage sibling was also dragged into their schemes (whether it was against their will or not)

-Soon enough, you two were close enough that neither of you knew what to call your relationship

-At some point you started acting like a couple and you both just went with it

-He is pretty attentive to your younger siblings! Although he does tend to distance himself when he knows he's in a bad mood as to not say something to upset them

-And he knows well what will happen if he upsets you

"One more round!" The eel chants, practically bouncing on his toes as your siblings collapse on the bleachers, making you look up from your phone.

"No more!" The teenager sighs. "You won like, eight times already!"

"Make it nine?"

"Floyd..." Your youngest sibling whines, hanging off his extended arm. "No more basketball!"

"Awh..." He pouts and sits next to you on the bleachers, pulling you into his lap and making both of your siblings groan. "Lame."

"We're not lame!" The youngest defends themselves, crossing their arms and grabbing the ball from beside you two, giggling as they run away.

"No fair~!" Floyd whines, grinning. "Does that mean more games?"

"No!" They yell from the middle of the gymnasium, weakly throwing the ball at the net and landing a few meters short. "I'm practicing!" Floyd places you next to him and strides over, picking up your sibling and making them scream and flail their legs wildly, landing a few kicks on the laughing eel's chest.

"Get it in the net!" He lifts them high enough that they can reach the rim, dropping the ball in. He cheers, throwing them in the air and making them yelp again, holding onto him for dear life. "That's a point for both of us!"

"Mhm!"

"Since when are you two a team?" You ask.

"Since now," Floyd grins, making a face when you roll your eyes. "And now it's you two against us two!"

"It's on!" Your middle sibling runs up to the eel, stealing the ball from the ground while he still holds the youngest. You can't help but smile at their antics, unable to stop your feet from moving towards the court to play along.

Jamil:

-Was also indifferent to you and your siblings the first few months

-He had too much to worry about and far too much on his plate at that time

-But when he overblotted and your siblings happened to be in the way? When he woke up he wondered why he was in so much pain

-According to Kalim, you had gone off on him after your youngest sibling was injured by a piece of flying debris

-Your siblings are a little intimidated by him at first, and more than a little scared of his power after he had lost control

-He also has a little sister who is around 14-15, so he tries to use Najma as a reference for what your younger siblings would like

-He helps them with studies, teaches them how to cook, he even goes as far as to babysit the youngest when you appear to be too busy

-As for the affection part, Jamil understands that completely. Him and his sister were never known to be the most affectionate pair, often fighting more than being physically affectionate

-He understood that you still cared for your siblings, though, and respected your drive to protect them and keep them safe

-He also did his part to keep them safe and healthy in his own low-key way

"Hold the spatula like this," He demonstrates with his own hands, your teenage sibling nodding and following along, humming slightly as the oil pops in the pan. "Don't panic."

"I'm trying..."

"It's not that hard," You chuckle, grinning in their direction. Jamil rolls his eyes and goes back to helping the teenager cook dinner in Ramshackle's old, worn kitchen. He'd offered to help after they'd seen him cook and wanted to provide for you and their younger sibling, finding it a good excuse to bond with them.

Their phone dings and they look down, chuckling as they slip it back into their pocket. "Your sister just texted me," They explain, going back to pushing the vegetables around the pan.

"Oh?" Jamil looks back to you, raising an eyebrow. "What is she saying?"

"She told me to give updates on you two," You huff and fight the urge to throw your phone at her from across the room.

"That's a little stalker-ish," You comment.

"Agreed."

"Well, you two are a thing. You're my older sibling, and her older brother. We have to know what's going on," They shrug pouring the mixture onto a plate with Jamil's supervision, making slight comments on how to do it in a safer way. "Stop nagging."

"I'm not nagging."

"You are!"

"Agree!" The youngest chirps, making you laugh. Jamil frowns, placing the plates in front of you and sitting beside you, close enough that your knees bump into each other.

"Thank you for dinner, you two~" You hum happily, digging in.

"Anytime," They say simultaneously, looking at each other in shock and making you laugh.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst xreader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jamil viper x reader

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consul-valerius · 4 months

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random updated/established sam family dynamic things I've added that I haven't had to chance to share yet (partially inspired because the current book I'm reading has a protag with strikingly similar dynamics as him and it's making me laugh lmfao):

Going from the most obvious/unchanged things but Sam is the oldest of five siblings; he has one full brother** (same mother and father) and 3 half-siblings (different fathers)

Grew up living with his siblings (Sanjari, Muthu**, Roshni, and Balan), mother (Somatra), maternal grandmother, his biological father (Dheivamani), Dad 2.0 (Khodi), and briefly Dad 2.5 (Iravan)

Muthu (short for Chinnamuthu) is one of the only siblings who actively seeks Sam out when it's necessary because he will only respond to him; he has never given up hope that one day Sam and him will reconnect like how they were when they were younger

Balan is the youngest and also wants to have a relationship with him, but Sam is less likely to engage with him. He and Roshni are full siblings; Roshni has very mixed feelings about everything LMFAO

Sanjari is the second eldest daughter, the only child with Iravan, and is the most resentful towards Sam, often getting hostile if he is even mentioned in front of her. Sam feels the same way towards her (more or less)

More of the heavier, longer details undercut; content warnings for mentions of familial death & injuries (and general family angst lololol)

Iravan was employed as a translator for different Prakran military groups and mainly traveled abroad (something Sam was extremely envious of, hint hint lol); he and Somatra eventually ended things after Balan was born, and he stopped sending money/letters all together

Somatra was a major figurehead in their village, known for her quiet poise and strength. Worked as the unofficial "captain" of a fishing boat and was an expert diver despite never being compensated as such. A little like a local legend in some ways lol

She was also a bit of Hoe (adoring), and while all the other siblings obviously knew she had her three (then two) life partners, she was also sleeping with several other people on the side. Sam is the only one of his siblings to know this (apple -> tree)

Dheivamani and Somatra met while he was a traveling poet; he traveled with a group of orators up until after Muthu was born. When Sam was a child, he severely injured one of his legs on his last trip, resulting in him losing it

(This was extremely traumatic for Sam and was really the beginning of him needing to step up as a secondary parental figure for the family; this is also why he is so paranoid about keeping his body in shape--yes this is me giving sam my very specific daddy issues LMFAO)

Sam attended school up until he was 15; he was expelled when he broke a chair over his teacher's head (deserved). As a result, Somatra gave him two options: leave to live with his extended family further west to complete his schooling OR remain home and take on an apprenticeship at the village's pearl farm.

Obviously he took the latter option, knowing his family would not thrive without him home and not wanting to leave them (he will not make that choice again)

Sanjari and Sam always butted heads as the eldest "daughters" and that tension was only exasperated when Iravan left. She was the only one to (correctly) assert that Sam had willingly left the family; all the others held onto the belief that he was taken/blackmailed into leaving (also slightly true?)

Somatra only slightly found out the truth when a group of soldiers showed up at her home demanding she give them information on Sam, informing her that he was wanted for his association with Mara, who by that point had become a notorious antimonarchist.

While she tried to keep this under wraps, Sanjari connected the dots together and informed the rest of the family that Sam had abandoned them for "that woman"; she has always been insistent on disavowing him due to the shame it brings their family

This effectively ruined her relationship with both Somatra and Dheivamani; Dheivamani has always rejected that Sam left them point blank and to this day believes he was spirited away essentially

After the truth was revealed, Somatra took a steep decline. She lived up until Sam took on his new identity as The Duke and died a few months later. Despite asking for him, Sanjari refused to let any of his siblings reach out to him, and Somatra passed without him knowing

I DONT THINK I NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY THIS HAS FUCKED HIM UP SO SEVERELY AND WHY HE DOESNT TRUST ANY OF HIS SIBLINGS LMFAO

#bottom ponders #the duke #OC lore #what should THEIR family tag be LMAO #Disaster Family(the blueprint) lmfaoo #this slightly more elevates the stakes for sam for when mara eventually does show up #and how she so easily convinced him to drop everything to 'work' with her #(Sanjari is more sympathetic than i am giving her credit for here but she is objectively just as a cruel as Sam is lmfao)#(they are the same person and it is why they do not get along very well at all)

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 8 months

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Rammstein really have the most perfect sibling behaviour.

Till. The eldest child. Reliable, responsible, knows everything that's useful, talented. A model child. But just like every model child, has a side that no one expects him to have, and it is FREAKY.

Paul. Parents pride and joy, and he knows it, and he will let you know about it. Knows little about a lot and a lot about little. Trivia genius. Knows his worth and will fight for it.

Schneider. The parent. He will get you food and first air. He will tell you off and after will give you money to go to a party. Absolute legend amongst little kids.

Flake. The nerd in every movie. As a kid, used to carry bottle caps and worms in his pockets. Loyal to the very end. Will lie for you and then grumble about it for the next 4 days. Whatever is happening, he will be there.

Richard. The rebel. The cliche middle child. Always yearning for more. Forms deep attachments to things and people. Will knock teeth out if necessary. Leaves the basement every 5 to 6 days.

Oliver. The youngest child. Often gets forgotten because he's also the quietest one. Will provide you with fire crackers. Adaptable like a dog. The only one who never got told off.

Thought about if they could be any other age order than they are irl, but funny enough i don't think that would work 😊

as i see it (and pretty similar to anon i think)

Till: the first-born, expected to be everyone's pride and joy, but becauss pretty soon nr 2 came (see following) he took the opportunity to try everything first and shock the parents several times, but gets away with everything because he sets the standards (or rather, the standards change for him 😊). All the younger brothers look up to him, because he comes up with the best pranks, and sneaks them in movie theaters or bars with him. Also, 'the Jock', so whenever a younger brother needs to be put in his place, he'll do it.

Paul: 2nd born, but as soon as he could walk and talk, he asserted himself as the one in charge. He rules the roost, and decides what they do when they are out together. Nobody messes with him, or tries to prank him, except the older brother who is the only one not bothered by being nagged.

Schneider: the 3rd, a nice kid, but not as quick as his older brothers to spot a joke or an opportunity, so is often the butt of everyone's pranks, which he doesn't mind that much, because he often thinks the pranks are funny anyway. Also, the reliable one; the one they all call if they need a ride, have a hangover, or lost their pants and don't want to come home in their underpants, because he'll fix it before the parents find out.

Flake: the 4rd, and with 3 rowdy older brothers, pretty much goes his own way. Secretly a favorite of the parents, because he's *not* a handfull. The three older ones are sometimes a bit confused about this quiet brother, but they won't let anyone say anything bad about him (they are the only ones allowed to do that).

Richard: the 5th, for a few years the youngest, and he enjoyed that, but when another brother came around after, he lost his 'niche' in the family, and struggles to find his spot. He wants to be the prankster (but without succes as all the pranks have been done already by his older brothers), wants to be cool (but has no chance with the older brothers being there to put him in his place). Forever searching.

Olli: the youngest, and purely by chance the easiest child of all of them (to the relief of the parents), so everyone dotes on him. Gets taken to parties and hang-outs with much older people by his brothefs, but doesn't let that get to his head and can handle it better then they can.

#what if

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reikuns-realities · 1 year

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By Any Other Name - Ominis Gaunt x OC

“That what which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet…”

Alice Morgan felt out of place. She had grown up in Olongapo City, in the Philippines. Born to muggle parents. She was the youngest of 6 beautiful children, three of which possessed magic. In a way, she had it better than her siblings. She had them to guide her. Even so, stepping into a university she had never been to, in a country she had never been to, learning to hone abilities she had only just begun to discover, it was overwhelming to say the least.

“You have to get out of that head of yours eventually, you know,” The calming voice of her eldest sister, Athena, silenced her thoughts. Alice smiled up at her in an attempt to calm hers and her sister’s worries. They were in Kings Cross Station, on platform 9¾. They had gotten there rather early, Athena hated being late, so the platform was quite quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of what would come just minutes after.

“She can be nervous if she wants to, ‘Te!” Alice’s brother, Kenji, threw his arms around both of their shoulders, settling between them. “As long as she knows she can always come to her big siblings for guidance and support.”

“Ken’s right,” Athena smiled warmly over at Alice. “You’ll always be able to easily come to one of us and ask for help.”

“Well… That is if Nene gets sorted into one of our houses,” Kenji pondered, using his left hand to scratch his chin, unintentionally pulling Alice’s head closer. Alice squeezed her way out of his grasp, taking a few steps away from her siblings.

“But that leaves two other houses I could be put in,” Alice shakes her head. “I don’t like my chances.”

“Enough,” Athena boomed in English. “We are in a European school, Alice, you need all the practice you can get. For now, we speak English.”

The youngest siblings nodded, not wanting to test their older sister. It was true. Alice had only known a miniscule amount of English before receiving her letter from Hogwarts University. Athena was already in her fourth year at Hogwarts. Her accent had mostly faded. Only popping up when she was stressed or aggravated, which was scarce. Athena was known for staying cool and collected. She was the voice of reason and would rarely lose her composure. As expected, from the second eldest of the Morgan children.

Kenji Morgan was only a year older than Alice. He was cheerful, easygoing, and the life of the party. Alice was his only younger sibling, so she meant a great deal to him. He tried his best to make sure she was safe and secure at all times. When she had gotten her Hogwarts letter, he was over the moon. It was hard enough studying on the other side of the world from his family, but knowing that she would be coming with him this year? It was enough to make him weep with happiness. He loved his nene. Needless to say, she was his favorite.

“I think I’ll be alright if I’m with you-“

“Athena!” Alice’s words were cut short by a woman with long brown hair. Despite her intimidatingly cold exterior, she cheerfully waltzed over to Alice’s older sister, giving her a firm hug before taking all of her attention.

“Tomas!” Kenji called out as Athena and the brown haired woman started a conversation, running towards a man who Alice thought must’ve been named Tomas.

Alice stood in silence, watching her siblings converse with their schoolmates. She knew who these characters were, she had seen pictures. The woman with her sister was Evangeline Greengrass. The man was Kenji’s best mate, Tomas Diggory. Alice always loved meeting new people and making friends. She never had problems with that. But for some reason, now she was frozen. Stuck where she stood. She had stopped paying attention to their words, finding it easier to zone out rather than make an effort to translate.

She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. Lightly patting the lump in her breast pocket, as it was beginning to stir awake. She took a deep breath, calming her own nerves. There was no turning back. Hogwarts awaits.

The train ride was long and uneventful. Luckily, her siblings were generous enough to abandon their friends and sit with her during the trip. But now they had to part ways. First years had to get to the castle by boat, apparently. They were all instructed to follow a greasy haired gentleman named Gladwin Moon, Hogwarts’ own Caretaker, to the small paddle boats.

“Four to a boat, please,” Caretaker Moon uttered in the midst of the light chaos of the impressionable first years.

Alice found herself sitting in the back of the last boat to leave, next to a rather freckled young man, with fiery red hair. He smiled down at her, a wide smile, the friendliest she’d ever seen.

”Garreth’s the name, Garreth Weasley,” he jutted out his right hand. Alice gingerly placed her hand in his, to which he vigorously shook. “Might I ask yours, small girl?”

“Alice… Morgan,” Alice pulled her hand away. “And if you call me ‘small girl’ again, I’m not responsible for what happens after.”

“Scary. I like you,” Garreth smirked, before launching into a monologue about his whole life story.

“I can’t wait to get on that broom,” the girl in front of Alice boasted. “I can’t wait for Quidditch season. Just you wait, I’ll rule the Slytherin team.”

“First years never make the team, Imelda,” She couldn’t see the man, as he was sitting directly in front of her, but his voice sounded smooth, like caramel.

“Well, there’s a first for everything, Sallow,” the woman by the name of Imelda snapped in response, lifting her chin in the air. “You’ll see.”

“Alice? ALICE!” Garreth shouted in her ear. Alice’s eyes shot to the right. A small squeak came from her breast pocket. Garreth’s gaze fell on it, Alice furrowed her eyebrows at the switch of attention.

A small hamster then peeked out of her pocket, blinking at the freckled man who gasped in response.

“A hamster! Why, that’s brilliant. You were allowed a hamster?” Garreth’s eyes were wide with excitement, grinning down at the small creature. She tilted her little head. “What’s its name?”

“Her name is Mahal,” Alice replied simply, patting her pocket once more.

��Mahal. What a cute name. You know I once had a pet…” his voice drowned out as she took in her surroundings.

Geez, this one talks a lot, she thought to herself. Perhaps he could help her with her English. Force her to study more just to keep up with his stories.

She continued her scan about the lake. These were the people she will attend school with for the next seven years. She analyzed each face carefully until her gaze suddenly halted. Even in the dark of the night, he had managed to catch her eye. He was on her left, two boats away, but she could see him clear as day. Pale skin, light brown hair that looked almost blond in the moonlight. He looked just as nervous as Alice felt at that very moment. He was fidgeting just a tad, but his posture remained perfect. If there was anyone she’d want to meet, it was him. She felt almost drawn to him in a way. Something about him attracted her like never before. He was absolutely breathtaking.

“Alice, this friendship won’t work if we ignore each other.”

”I’m sorry, Garreth,” Alice turned back to him and flashed an apologetic smile. “I’m still learning English.”

“Oh, well,” Garreth grinned. “Guess you’ll learn a lot from me, I’m a talker.”

“And where exactly are you from?” The girl turned to Alice. “It’s not everyday we see a brand new face.”

“I’m from the Philippines…”

“Oh? You’re from the Philippines?” Imelda let out a laugh. “Well, I’m from Spain. I guess that means I own you, doesn’t it?”

Alice’s smile faded. Oh, she didn’t like her.

“Imelda, I’d hate to get detention before I’ve even been sorted into a house, but I’d gladly take my chances if you so choose to continue being a cunt.” The boy by the name of ‘Sallow’ spoke without even as much as a glance in any of their directions.

“Sleep with one eye open tonight, Sebastian Sallow,” Imelda scoffed, folding her arms.

“Oh, I rarely sleep, Imelda Reyes.”

As the rather large group of first years shuffled through the halls to the Great Hall, Alice couldn’t help but notice how large the school was. She couldn’t even imagine knowing her way around such a huge campus. She found herself staring at the pale young man once again as they sat themselves at the front of the great hall. The sorting ceremony was about to begin but all Alice saw was this man. She had been able to get a better look at him this time. The light of the Great Hall revealed a series of beauty marks that peppered the fair skin of his cheeks. They fit him beautifully. Added a well needed accent to his chiseled, yet soft features.

“Ominis Gaunt.”

Alice’s breath hitched. She had admired him for so long, she had missed the instructions. The man stood, taking out his wand. Why did he need his wand? Ominis Gaunt. That was his name? Where had she heard it before? Gaunt. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Alice watched attentively. Watched his every move. She marveled at the way he held his wand. It was as if it was an extension of his hand, one with his arm. He held it so effortlessly, she wanted to be like him. Confident in her magic. The tip of his wand began to flash red. That confused Alice. She couldn’t for the life of her understand what kind of spell that might’ve been. He then began to walk. Right up to that chair and that loud raggedy hat. Whispers erupted from the tables, as well as the first years.

“Ominis Gaunt. Never thought I’d be going to school with a Gaunt.”

“He’ll be a Slytherin for sure, it runs in the family. Where else would he be?”

“Salazar Slytherin is rolling in his grave at the thought of him as his descendant. Pathetic.”

Alice didn’t understand half the words being said and she didn’t care to. She sighed watching as the man thinned his lips in discomfort. Alice had finally taken notice of his eyes. Icy blue. Clouded, milky. Everything clicked for her at that moment. He was blind. That was why he needed his wand. His heightened hearing allowed him to hear the murmurs and mutters coming from the entire hall. That was why he frowned. He was upset but he still looked perfect to Alice.

“SLYTHERIN!” The Sorting Hat shouted to the crowd. As the folks from the Slytherin table cheered.

The woman, whom she had learned was Garreth’s Aunt, Matilda, raised the hat from Ominis Gaunt’s head. In a blink of an eye, she had magiced his plain robes into slytherin robes. Green suited him. Professor Weasley, she had introduced herself, though Alice couldn’t remember when. Just as before, Ominis Gaunt raised his wand and took his seat with the Slytherins. Alice expected them to flock to him like seagulls to beached fish, but they didn’t. Instead they whispered amongst themselves.

“Alice Morgan”

Ominis Gaunt sat up straighter, if that was possible, inhaled slightly. It was as if he was attempting to show his disinterest in anything they had to say about him. She admired it. She had never before let the opinion of others affect her in any sort of way.

I would look good in green, she thought to herself. And she’d be with her sister.

“Alice Morgan?”

Garreth nudged Alice with her elbow.

“It’s your turn, mate.”

Alice averted her eyes from Ominis Gaunt. She stood up quickly.

“Ay! I’m so sorry, Professor,” she hung her head low as she flew up the stairs and plopped onto the stool, surprising Professor Weasley at the rush.

The hat squirmed on her head. It felt like the most uncomfortable feeling. The hat grumbled and mumbled. Her eyes shifted over to the slytherin table, as if she hadn’t gotten enough of him.

“Slytherin,” she whispered to herself. “Please…”

She hoped. She prayed. He sat alone. Let her sit with him. Alone together. The sun and the moon. It was what she wanted.

“Slytherin? You’ve got guts, kid,” the hat boasted atop her head. “No, no. You’ve got courage, a sense of justice. A spark of heroism. You’ve got fire, my girl. You’d do well in GRYFFINDOR.”

Alice released a breath she didn’t know she had held as Professor Weasley pulled the hat off her head. A loud roar erupted from the table on the complete opposite side of the room from the slytherins. This one was decked red. Decorated in ribbons and lions. Before she knew it, her robes had dawned the same color. She was disappointed she wasn’t able to sit with Ominis Gaunt, but the red just felt right. Perfect.

She grinned happily, taking her seat at the table. As she did, everyone wanted to talk to her, she could hardly keep up! The Gryffindors were more welcoming than she could’ve ever imagined. She was so caught up in all the smiling faces, she had almost missed it. A quick glance to her new favorite one showed her that he wasn’t alone. Not anymore. The charming man from the boat had taken his seat right next to him. The young, freckled man was now in green slytherin robes. He was accompanied by a woman who looked quite similar to him in facial features, perhaps a sister. Alice was happy for Ominis Gaunt. She felt if she couldn’t be his friend, it was nice to know that he wouldn’t be alone.

“You sure do stare a lot, don’t you?” Garreth’s voice reached her ears as he sat next to her, now in red gryffindor robes to match his hair.

“Oh! Garreth!” Alice gasped, grinning happily. “We’re in the same house!”

“It was inevitable, really,” Garreth puffed his chest with pride. “Every Weasley gets sorted into Gryffindor.”

“Both my siblings are in different houses,” Alice hummed in response. “Hufflepuff and Slytherin.”

The night was coming to an end, rapidly. Alice had barely gotten a bite from her food before Headmaster Black had dismissed everyone to their respective common rooms. The student body rushed out the doors of the Great Hall. Alice should’ve left with her house, but she didn’t. Instead, she raced to the other side of the room. Wanting desperately to meet this ominous man who was named just as he was.

“Ominis! Watch out!” Said that charming man. A thump, followed by the clank of a small wooden object falling to the floor, was all Alice heard.

She was surprised at how fast her body reacted to the situation. She swiftly grabbed the wand and hurriedly helped the man to his feet, placing the wand back in his hand. The man hummed in response. She swore it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

“I’m grateful not all Slytherins are coldhearted individuals,” Ominis Gaunt expressed his gratitude with a small smile. “Thank you.”

Sebastian Sallow and the girl Alice would soon come to know as Anne Sallow, exchanged looks.

“Might I ask your name?”

“Oh- um…” Alice’s cheeks grew red. Never did she think he would be so kind hearted. She was at a loss for words. He looked perfect, and sounded just so.

“Oh, don’t be shy now, it appears we’ve already broken the ice. Or rather, I’ve fallen through it,” Ominis Gaunt chuckled at his own little joke. “Silly of me to ask for a name without first giving one. I’m Ominis. Ominis Gaunt… Now it’s your turn.”

“Ominis, she’s actually-“ Anne had begun, but Alice lifted her hand, stopping her.

“It’s alright. There’s been a misunderstanding,” Alice smiled. “I’m not a Slytherin, I’m a Gryffindor.”

“Not a Slytherin?” His smile faded, he furrowed his eyebrows. Venom in his voice. It shocked Alice. “Then why are you here?”

“I… wanted to meet you,” Her voice was soft.

“Oh, I understand,” His sarcasm pierced through the tension. “Go meet the Blind Gaunt. The runt Gaunt. Maybe I can save him and he’ll obey me like a dog. Run along, Lion. We’ve no business with you here.”

He spat his words. Said ‘lion’ as if it was an insult. Alice was beside herself. How could one’s personality switch so fast and drastically? Anne offered an apologetic glance.

“See you around, Alice,” The Sallow man said as he pushed his new friend away and to the doors. All the while, Ominis muttered nasty things under his breath.

Alice stood in silence, watching them leave. Only one word floated in her mind. Oh…

“Alice, there you are,” Garreth had managed to find her once again. “I’ve been meaning to ask, can I call you Ali? I think Ali is a wonderful nickname. Are you alright? You look a bit blue.”

Alice nodded in response.

“Well, then,” He nudged her to begin walking. “I suppose we’ll have to find our common room alone.”

Alice had surprisingly been able to find all her classes for her first day. It was relatively easy when she had a Man with her who knew the castle as if it was his second home. Getting on Garreth’s good side had its perks. Alice had been in a slightly better mood this afternoon, as opposed to the night before. She noticed that Ominis had been in a lot of her classes, always sitting off in a corner. She doubted he’d noticed she was in any of them, since she rarely talked. Though she doubted he’d even bothered to listen if she did.

“I am excited for potions,” Garreth stated, his signature smile plastered on his face. “I happen to be quite the wiz at potions.”

“Is that so?” Alice asked, walking into their classroom. “Isn’t it just following a recipe?”

“Oh, my sweet, Ali,” Garreth smirks. “I never follow recipes.”

“Mr. Weasley, Ms. Morgan, how nice of you to join us,” Professor Sharp, the potions professor, groaned. “Please make an effort to be on time, our next meeting, would you?”

“Sorry about that, Professor, we were just snogging in the halls,” Garreth joked, throwing an arm around Alice. “You know how it is.”

“I would never,” Alice laughed, pushing him off.

“Enough. Sit down.”

Alice raced to the nearest empty seat she could find. She plopped down with a huff, taking out her notebook. She began jotting down notes, but it was very easy for her mind to wander. Ominis. He had occupied her thoughts all day. She could barely pay attention in classes. All she did was think of him, stare at him. It was beginning to become her favorite pastime. She loved tracing his meticulously styled hair with her eyes. The little swoop the strands did fascinated her. His jaw was perfectly carved. It was as if he was sculpted by the gods. And she didn’t mind. She thanked Merlin, she even existed at the same time as such a being. His eyes were breathtakingly beautiful. Though they were milky, they were absolutely full of life. Full of spirit. His tongue was sharp, spouting daggers at anyone who’d listen. And who could forget those beauty marks. Perfectly placed like spots on a butterfly. Each mark had its own purpose, a reason for being there. Before she knew it, she had drawn him again. She cursed under her breath. That was the 5th one already! And it was only the first day. She sighed, as she moved to shut her notebook. But before she could, it flew across the room, right into the hands of Professor Sharp.

He examined the notebook with a raised eyebrow. Then looked back at her, using a levitation charm to send it back to her, shutting it as it was placed on her desk.

“I would advise you not to spend all your time in my class, drawing your partner, Miss Morgan. We have plenty to do as is.”

Partner? She looked to her right, there sat her muse. Just a foot away from her. He sat, running his hand over the specially made braille textbook he had received. She admired his hands, it was the first time she had seen them up close. They were just as pale as his face, lightly peppered in the same beauty marks. She wondered if he was covered in beauty marks. Her eyes shamelessly scanned him. She couldn’t help it, he was just so…

“You are aware I do not need to possess the ability to see to feel your eyes on me,” Ominis spat, his fingers halted on the page. “You’ve been gawking at me like a child in a zoo since we stepped foot into Hogwarts.”

“I’m sorry,” Alice cleared her throat, looking away. “I just-“

“Ah, I suspected it was you,” Ominis cut her off. He smirked to himself. “Gryffindor.”

“You say that as if it’s an insult,” Alice replied, not offended by his words, just curious.

“It is, you’re insufferable.”

“You’ve only just met me.”

“I can already tell.”

“My name’s Alice by the way,” she smiled warmly.

“I didn’t ask for it.”

“You seemed to really want it before.”

Ominis’ cheeks glowed a very faint pink as he looked away. “That was before you opened your mouth, Miss Alice.”

Her name from his mouth. It sounded like heaven. His voice was soft and gentle. How could someone so effortlessly capture her heart in such a short amount of time. She was wrapped around Ominis’ glowing red wand within 24 hours. She had just met him. What was she to do?

Above all else, she wanted to be his friend.

GUYS I HAVE OMINIS GAUNT BRAINROT RIGHT NOW OMINIS OMINIS OMINIS OMINIS

#Ominis x oc #Ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #Sebastian Sallow #Ominis Gaunt Imagine #Ominis gaunt smut #Alice Morgan #Shifting realities #reality shifting #hogwarts legacy dr #Garreth weasley

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lilyharvord · 2 years

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Do you have any Barrow siblings headcannons ? i’d love to hear them

OOOH alright, I'm taking a break from writing OtHatH for a moment on my double shift to clear out my ask box a bit. So here we go! Headcanons!!!

Bree as the eldest, takes it upon himself to be the defacto leader. He knows he's not the brightest, but he believes that if he is the strongest, then there is no match.

Tramy is the second son. He figured that because of that, and because there are well... three more after him, that he has an easier time hiding. Bree is strong enough for both of them, beating kids into the muck early. It allows him to develop a softer, gentler heart. Next to Gisa... he is their mother's favorite.

Shade is, well, Shade. He is teasing, and wit and quick sharp thoughts. He's not the strongest of his brothers, but he is the quickest. He thinks it's quite fitting that his ability is to jump between spaces faster than a human can blink. He's always been quick, it only make sense.

Mare, we all know about right now.

Gisa, the youngest, the brightest star. It's a heavy burden, being the one to carry the world on your shoulders. It's its even heavier to when you are the baby of the family.

When Mare was born, Shade was the first to hold her. He demanded it actually and pushed his older brothers out of the way and stepped up to his mother's bed side to hold out his arms expectantly. She was lighter than air it seemed. But when she opened her mouth and wailed, she had lungs like an ox. He had smiled down at her, and said quietly, "You have to make it."

When Gisa was born, all the children huddled around the bed with narrowed eyes and concerned pouts on their mouths. She was smaller than Mare when she was born, a little sickly looking too. "She won't last the winter" Bree whispered in Tramy's ear as their mother gazes adoringly down on the new baby. "She won't last the summer." Tramy whispered quietly in response. "She'll make it." Shade whispered between both of them.

She made it of course.

From the moment he was strong enough, the Bree would trail the officers in the Stilts, learning how they walked, how they talked, how they carried themselves. He'd come home and teach his siblings, show them what it was like to be a solider. They all knew at a young age that the Choke was their destiny.

Mare starts stealing young, she practices on local boys and girls, and Bree and Tramy beat up anyone that tries to come after her. Shade simply frowns but never says a thing, unlike their parents, unlike Gisa who perfected their mothers concerned scowl at a young age.

They play along the river bank together, swim in the river, daring each other to see who can swim out the farthest, who can brave the current the longest. Because she is small, Mare is determined to win every bet and she certainly tries, almost dies a couple times but she tries. The siblings have to explain that she almost died a few times to their mother, but there is normally just a long sigh and a shake of the head.

The night before Bree leaves for the front, he shakes Tramy awake and in the dead of night, drags him out of bed to the edge of the river and makes him promise on the river to protect the other siblings until he comes back. His voice shakes and tears gather in his eyes for the first time in a long time. Tramy promises and they sit by the river until dawn, the two eldest sharing a final moment.

The night before tramy is supposed to leave, he drags shade out of bed, and Mare follows them, determined to be apart of whatever it is. He makes them both swear to protect each other and Gisa, forces them to swear like he did on the river. Mare rolls her eyes and agrees with a snort. Shade agrees with his whole heart. They sit on the bank with him after that, and respectfully ignore the tears that stream down his face.

When Shade leaves, Mare almost takes the two soldiers out that come for him. It takes Kilorn holding her back, and Gisa gripping her arm to keep her from killing them. She screams for him, breaking free from their hold as the transport starts up and sprays mud. She chases the transport until it hits the main road and even then she tries to chase the dust cloud it leaves behind until her lungs burn and her cries become sobs as she drops to her hands and knees in the dirt.

Gisa dreams of painting, of never having to work for a sneering condescending seamstress. She dreams of her own shop, and not being the one that has to keep her parents warm and fed for the rest of their lives. She always wakes up with a smile that falls from her face quickly when she realizes that it's a stupid dream anyway.

When Mare is taken by the officers and Walsh, Gisa stands on the porch until that transport is gone. Then she goes inside and puts a blanket of her mother's shaking shoulders while she sobs. She puts a pot of broth on the stove and tries to figure out the best way to proceed. Without her hand there is no money. Without Mare there is no money. Kilorn comes by later, determined to learn where Mare is, and Gisa tells him the truth. That she was summoned to the palace. HE tries to go after her, as if he could storm a palace of silvers by himself and make it out alive. Gisa scoffs and drags him back, but he leaves in the dead of night, talking about Will Whistle.

Less than a week later, Bree and Tramy are standing on the porch, letters of leave in their hands, their bewilderment at the situation still fresh in their eyes. Their mother sobs, calls it a miracle, Gisa can practically hear the gears turning in her fathers head as he assess the papers, and tries to read between lines that dont exist. Shade does not come back with them, and the family mourns them. The siblings mourn Shade and Mare. Bree and Tramy have never felt survivors guilt like this. They both promised to protect their younger siblings at all costs, but while they were gone the unthinkable happened.

Anyway, that's all I have for now XD

#(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #barrow siblings #my writing #anway #its not much #but it's 12am honest work

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ofdynasts · 1 year

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( Diego Luna, cismale, he/him, 42 ) ** ♔ announcing JULIAN GALLARDO BERNAL, the ADVISOR from DENMARK ! upon closer look, they resemble DIEGO LUNA. it is a miracle that HE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are AGAINST the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of A TATTERED CLOAK HEM COVERED IN MUD, THE CHIPPED EDGE OF A KNIFE, A LOCKET FROM A LOVED ONE.

some of y'all never had to be the "good child" in hopes of lessening your parents' problems which ultimately lead to buried feelings, inability to express emotions, wanting to please everyone, inability to handle the tiniest bit of confrontation and criticism,and it really shows.

You are the youngest of five sons and many would think that means you're blessed with plenty of siblings to look after you, with enough siblings to share the workload so that there's always a hand to lend help when things are different, but inside your house, you know that's not the case. You have your brother the drinker, your other brother the deluded, another brother who is the dreamer, and your final brother the spendthrift. That leaves you to be the good son.

Between them all, they make more work as the all seem set to lead the family into ruin. Your eldest brother makes his coin, and then spends it all in the pub on ale and the ladies outside the building. Eventually he weds and moves to the other side of town, blaming the rest of the family for why it's so damn hard to stay sober. He's still drunk every evening that you see him.

Your next brother never holds a job and causes enough fights that eventually he's on bad terms with more people than your parents are friendly with. There's only so many incidents that can be forgiven, even when the apologies come along with gifts that your family can't afford to give. Replacements for things broken, money, livestock, their bad reputation keeps growing, and it begins to taint the family name.

Maybe it makes sense that your next brother runs away, set to make his fortune during grand travels across the world. He was always taken by flights of fancy, but now he's determined that he'll make it rich if only he leaves and gets away from the family name. Maybe he was right, but you don't know because you receive three letters exactly, and then never hear from him again. If he made that fortune, none of it makes it back home.

And money would be useful, because your last brother doesn't seem to know how it works, or at least not how much of it you truly have. Items outside your price are bought, as if he wants to be more than what he is, illusions of grandeur clouding his eyes as bills rack up that your family can't pay.

And you? You are the good son, so you are the one who trades in hard work when there isn't money to go around, you're the one who feels the weight of picking up the slack of others, biting your cheek to keep from screaming while you do all the work that is abandoned to you by those who can't look beyond their own wants. No one asks about your desires, and you don't speak of them.

You don't say a word when you quietly save up for new shoes, or when you can't sleep because you go to bed hungry, wanting the food to last longer. You don't say a word when you fall in love and the girl invites you to the castle, saying her father is part of the court and will give you a job, and you don't go with her. You want to, but someone needs to look after your parents and that job fall to you alone, tumbling from the careless hands of your siblings until it lands in your lap.

You're heartbroken, but that's what you're coming to expect from life.

When your father dies, you are the only son he is still speaking to and you think that maybe, just for once, that your brothers will gather themselves together and support your mother. You're wrong, yet again.

Your oldest brother pulls away because he says he needs to focus on being the head of his own family. Your youngest brother, who is still older than you, wants to buy things in the memory of your father, getting rid of funds that could help replace the roof.

Your third brother has been long gone, but the second remained and will likely never leave. For a while, you have hope that he will help watch after your mother, but even that hope is destroyed when instead he rants and he rages, saying that more was done for the other brothers, that support was given to them while he was never allowed to lead his own life.

It makes you want to scream and for the very first time in your life, you do. You yell and when he shoves, you hit, and the two of you end up in a fight with blood and collateral damage, your mother crying in the background.

He loses a tooth, you get a black eye and a limp. Both of yours will go away, but his tooth won't grow back and you take satisfaction even in the cold of a cell.

You don't ask why you're in there or how long you'll be in there, too tired and sore from fighting to care and instead basking in the fact that for once in your life, you're expected to do nothing but to sit, to wait. You can't remember the last time you had a break so long.

Eventually someone comes to you, and they bring you before someone more powerful than you could ever hope to be - a noble, the man in charge of your town, and towns beyond.

But not in charge of Denmark, which is what he needs.

The story comes out quickly, simply. This nobleman has a sister who went to the castle of the king of Denmark and she never returned. King Aslak is not a good man, and this is not a secret, nor is his appetite for beautiful women. Queen Katharina has killed women who couldn't prevent her husband from touching them, or that's what rumor says. With no notes or word sent on the lips of another, the noble is worried about his sister's safety, either at the hands of the king or at his queen.

You're offered a deal, a generous and ridiculous deal that doesn't fully make sense to you. Go to the castle where the king is, and try to find his sister. Spy on what's happening in the castle - there was a pretty girl in town once who invited you, wasn't there? Agree to go, and you'll be set free, your mother watched after while you're gone. Disagree, and you can be left to rot.

There's only one life to the noble that matters to the noble, and it isn't yours, a sickly heat spreading across your skin despite the chill of the room. You never told your family about Tove, and it doesn't seem right or fair that this man should, that she should be used against you in such a way.

Why send you? Why not go himself? It seems a valid question and you ask it, your throat still open wide from screaming and words falling far more easily than they did before.

Because, you're told, your life is expendable. The life of a noble is not.

Stay in a cell, and your aging mother will be left alone, visited only by those with open hands insisting she owes them, as if she hasn't struggled for them her entire life. Leave the cell, and it will be your turn to walk away from your mother, but you'd be leaving her with a promise of care, with food and a roof that doesn't leak.

You make sure to ask what taking care of your mother means, because she's old and her eyes are going, and you're promised that a place will be found for her in the noble's own home. It's a hostage situation, and her care is depending on your ability to keep up correspondence and provide information, that much is made clear, just as you're informed that leniency won't be extended to your brothers.

That's fine. You're still angry enough that you don't care what becomes of them. You are angry, and you are the good son, so you accept the deal.

A few days later, you kiss your mother goodbye and leave, a harsh wind at your back and urging you on.

Despite the noble's words, you don't expect to find Tove again and when you do, you don't expect her to have waited, or to fling herself into your arms. Having her back is a shock to you, but a welcome one, even if the knowledge that you'll be using her eats at you. True to her word, her father helps you get a job, and the pair of you are soon engaged, preparing to start a life together as you begin to experience life as a servant inside the castle, playing the role of wide eyed newcomer to the staff and eagerly soaking up the rumors of what happens between the royal family.

King Aslak is not a good man, but there is a difference between hearing about it in rumor and hearing it from the people it's impacted.

Tove is a shining light in your life, the feelings you share are the one good and honest thing you have going for you in your new home, she is the prize for your deception and you love her. Once again, hope flickers to life in your chest, that for all the uncertainty about your mother and your actions, that perhaps you can still have this one thing in your life that is pure.

You marry and then with a year, you are widowed.

The plague arrived almost on your heels and Tove is an early victim, taking your heart into the flames and charring it to ash. As more and more fall prey to disease, more positions open up inside the castle, and you rise by virtue of there being no one else to do it. Sometimes at night, you think of the life you could provide for your mother with this job, and you wonder if she's still alive or not, taken out either by the plague or the lord who looks after her.

It makes you hysterical to think about it too long. The plague makes it difficult to get word out, if not impossible. She could be dead from his lack of correspondence. She could be dead from the plague without you there to look after her. She could be dead, and your mind says that either way things go, it's your fault. You have no way of knowing except to leave, and you can't.

And then the King dies. Not by the plague, but while out with his son and you don't care about the details, only that it seems like he didn't suffer enough for all the pain he's caused others. You never found out what happened to the noble's sister, just that she seemed to disappear, and at this point, you consider her as good as dead. Everyone is as good as dead to you at this point.

The plague continues on, and a new king is crowned, one that isn't anything at all like his father. Is this who you'll betray, then? Not an evil man, but the children of an evil man, all of whom seem to want to be good?

It doesn't matter. You have your role to play and the plague keeps you locked within in, the smell of bodies burning thick in the air until one day the deaths start dwindling, and food supplies increase, and slowly the world seems not quite as lethal as it once did. It's still a difficult way to live, but now you're surprised by how few people die instead of how many, illnesses just something common and unpleasant instead of a fatal disease.

You could leave, could go back home where surely your job must be considered completed. Even with the plague, word of the death of the king must have spread, the people know of their new king, and perhaps the nobleman's plans of revenge don't go against his son?

But if ever there was a time for a coup, a time for someone to seize power and demand things, it would be when people are weak, and so you don't know. You've played your role for years now without any instruction, without anyone to watch. You've gathered secrets and kept them locked up tight behind your teeth, and somehow you've become not only important, but trusted.

You're asked to be advisor to the king, and it makes no sense. Six years in the castle, and you're being offered a chance to become someone with an amount of prestige beyond your wildest dreams.

Tove is gone and you don't know if your mother lives, just as you don't know if the noble himself lives. Perhaps they don't even know you've survived, and this is a chance at the start of a new life, the end of the plague a rebirth for those that made it through.

And then you receive a letter.

You accept the role of king's advisor. You've always been a good son.

As my story came to a close I realized that I was the villain all along

#1642hqintro #musings; julian [ to be the good child ]#reflection; julian [ to be the good child ]#starter; julian [ to be the good child ]#introduction; julian [ to be the good child ]#writing; julian [ to be the good child ]

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hamausagi · 2 years

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物の哀れ - "BITO."

name; bito age; 19 birthday; february 16th vision; pyro weapon; polearm rarity; ⭐⭐��⭐⭐ affiliation; wangshu inn

a waitress with complicated origins. it is said that she once wielded the flaming polearm collecting dust in the corner of her room along with a pyro vision, but the passion has long-since faded from her eyes.

bito is cold. whether she means to be or not you would never know, her chilly indifference is a shared experience between everyone she comes across. though be assured, this treatment is nothing personal.

she serves the guests at the wangshu inn with the upmost professionalism, her monotone voice can be heard from dawn until just before midnight politely asking patrons for their order. despite bito’s respectful and helpful manner, it’s clear that she finds no joy in her work. when guests attempt to make conversation with the woman, her one-word answers or lack of a response altogether make it clear that she is present to do her job and do her job only.

bito is not in liyue to make friends. her trust is well-guarded and almost never given, deeply-rooted fears of loss and abandonment reinforcing her desire to remain alone for however long it takes her to finish business. however, if you are one of the lucky ones who receive this special gift, the self that bito has buried so deeply under years of hardship may appear before you. while the girl is not one for words, she’ll offer soft touches and even softer smiles, presenting you with small, handmade gifts and quality time.

"ORIGINS."

bito was born on february sixteenth in higi village, yashiori island alongside her twin brother, the eldest with a younger brother and three younger sisters. out of her five siblings, she spent the most time with her twin, aki. when they were both six, they were sent to military training together for the shogunate army, spending each day at their camp together. they were a passionate and strong duo, learning incredibly fast and quickly topping their fellow students with ease.

they earned their pyro visions together at thirteen while sparring, each a perfect match for the other, two sides to the same coin.

when their fifteenth birthday rolled around, both of them were officially drafted into the war. their parents were worried sick but could not argue with the general standing at their doorstep, explaining that the war effort required every able-bodied person to help, and the twins were perfectly capable.

a few months into their second year at war, the twins were incredibly surprised to find their younger brother, ryo, appear with them at the front line. he looked sickly, barely fifteen years old, his eyes sunken and haunted. when his siblings pressed him for information on their home, his lip trembled as he spoke.

orobashi occultists had infiltrated onto the island and destroyed the protective shrines around the village, releasing an incredibly deadly illness. about a quarter of the village had been driven mad by it and half had already died, leaving their hometown nothing short of a disaster. before ryo had left, only their youngest sister had fallen sick. the shogunate officers had become more aggressive in their pursuit of weeding out any spies from sangonomiya afterward and had begin reinforcing full loyalty, hence ryo’s draft into the war.

bito was absolutely horrified at the news, unable to sleep the rest of the night. she fought with herself all night over whether to stay and protect her brothers under the possibility they were the only family she had left, or she could flee home and try and save her parents and sisters.

that night, she had never run faster in her entire life. she trusted that aki could protect ryo, being the strong vision wielder he was, but there was no one to protect the rest of their family. all she had left behind with her twin was a letter, knowing that as a deserter, she would never be able to come back.

when she made it back to yashiori, her heart shattered. bodies piled up outside of homes, the stench of death, the torrential downpour and constant bolts of lightning leaving her home a mere shadow of the happy place it once was.

when she burst through the door of her childhood home, she wished she had never returned. her father stood with his back turned, the broken tip of a shogunate-issued polearm quivering in his white-knuckle grip, each strike of lightning illuminating the evident red stain coating the blade. before him lay bito’s mother and three younger sisters, the floorboards beneath their shadow-covered bodies stained red with their blood. he was mumbling, twitching, something about “orobashi” as he turned around.

when bito made eye contact with her ‘father’, she knew he had succumbed to madness through the illness. his eyes were crazed, blown open wide with an almost inhuman glaze. she wanted to scream, cry, run. this thing was not her father. this thing had killed her family.

she could barely breathe as she bolted from the house, hearing her father’s heavy steps chasing after her, shouting utter nonsense about a sacrifice. despite her military training, the larger man was able to catch up with her, pulling her down, getting on top of her and stabbing his blade down in a crazed flurry of motion. she managed to squirm and dodge most of the attacks, but he was so unpredictable he managed to land a rather deep graze in her neck and a stab in the shoulder. it caught bito off guard and the man took her moment of stupor to aim his blade directly above her face and lunge. she hot her hand up in a panicked defense, resulting in the blade plunging through her nondominant hand, the tip peeking out at her from the other side.

she howled in pain, but took the advantage of the man being unable to remove the weapon and kicked upwards, scrambling out from under him. she couldn’t think straight, adrenaline and agony pulsing through her limbs as she ripped the weapon from the wound. seeing red, the man was no longer her father, only a threat she needed to deal with. without a second thought, she used the broken spearhead and took care of the problem.

it took her almost two weeks to reach narukami island, nearly another to make it to ritou. she was barely surviving off of the roll of gauze and family savings she had salvaged from her family home, the blood loss and hunger nearly killing her several times during the trek.

once she had made it to the small island, she tied back her striking white hair and hid her ears beneath the bloodstained bandana she had once used as a makeshift wrap for her hand. disguised from the doushin who would likely be out for her arrest for deserting, she began asking around about the group on the front line, and if they had returned yet. ignoring her hand, the only thought in her mind was reuniting with her brothers. she was told by officers that they had yet to hear from the reporting officers with the group, but they should return soon.

so, she waited. she waited, and waited, and waited, her savings slowly dwindling for each cheap meal she bought, losing a chunk when she finally sought out treatment for her injured hand. by the time a week of waiting had passed, she had already found herself in deep debt.

on the ninth day, she returned to the officer, inquiring again on the whereabouts of the squadron. and with a heavy sigh, the man shattered her world all over again.

“the last we heard from them, they were being overpowered. it’s been days since, so we can only assume the group was lost.”

raw with grief and denial, she shuffled her way back to the place she was renting, intent on laying down and crying in peace. but the moment she rounded the corner, her eyes widened at the sight of her commanding officer speaking with the owner of the home. words drifted down the alley, “wanted”, “payment”, and “debt” striking fear deep in bito’s heart.

she turned tail and scrambled back down the alley sprinting back down to the docks, the only thought blaring through her mind was escape.

under the cover of darkness was bito able to slip unseen below deck of a merchant ship just about to depart, not caring where it was going, only knowing it would take her far away from her suffering.

“and what name would this room be under, miss?”

the ragged girl opened her mouth, her birthname on the tip of her tongue, but she closed it promptly. only unpleasant memories flashed behind her eyes at the sound of that word.

a few moments of silence passed before one word left her lips.

“bito.”

#HATE. this old art of her but its the only one that's canon compliant sobs #anyways moving these over is therapy <3 bye bye old blog LMAO #> ocs !#> bito (oc) !

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Some hc from itjh:

Splinter is more of an active father and has better mental health thanks to Ronin!Mike. A combination of having someone else to talk about this + pulling his ass off his room every time he starts to close up.

Mike forces him to be more open, which Splinter is allergic. Donnie and Leo got that from him.

Their relationship is… different. They act a lot like college roommates.

Mike is more open to talk to his problems. Is a Michelangelo constant to be natural therapists.

They’re both on the boat of “not wanting the kids to become child soldiers”. Splints trains them bu showing them the Lou Jitsu movies when they were kids and Mike decided to give them a bit of training when Raph becomes 12, just so they can learn self defense. They got formerly train when they got into more troubles.

Splinter isn’t as small like his canon counterpart. More active exercise and better health.

Leo and Donnie are twins, but neither is the oldest nor the youngest one. They alternate between older/younger depending on the day and on who’s acting more responsible/more chaotic on that day.

Raph is not as mother hen as in canon. Thanks on having two adults being more present on his and his siblings life he’s more allowed for freedom. He stills worry tho, but it’s more bc older sibling than anything else.

Mikey gets babyfied and he both loves it and hates it. On one side he has everyone around his finger, on the other side he hates being treated has a baby. Mike can sympathize with the feeling.

Ronin!Mike acts as an older brother for the kids.

When the guys were younger they thought that Mike was like a second dad for them and they tried to set a date for both Splints and him. It became the most embarrasing moment of their lives and the adults don’t let them leave that down.

Bc of that incident Mike clarified that he was their brother (which is true). The tots never question it a lot, they were like “he’s an adult and a turtle. We’re turtles too, so he must be our dad.” And “the rat is our dad too, so we got two dads”.

Mike is the eldest by over 20 years, but Raph is still the older brother between the kids.

Mike had a power trip with this knowledge.

Mike was 33 when he died in his original universe. But he was returned to his 20s in the Rise verse. He got a young body but with those old man joints pain.

Mike wears a new color of bandana: an amber orange with a gradient to black on the tails of the mask. One of his tails also has three beads, red, blue and purple representing his fallen brothers.

They find out who their eldest brother is, eventually.

Leo is transmasc (female to male). No one knew that Leo was afab until he had his first period, but Leo got used to male pronouns so he stuck with it. (Note: this is the first time that I write a trans character, any help will be useful thanks).

Leosagi happens in the background. Mike’s not surprised.

And that will be all! Feel free to ask questions in my inbox. Whoever sends me a dm will be silenced /j.

#tmnt #rottmnt #insert turtle joke here #itjh!au #headcanon

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splinteredhq · 5 months

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CHARACTER NAME: zelda ariella belmont / alias to the public: jane davis CHARACTER FACECLAIM: vanessa kirby CHARACTER AGE/DOB: october 13th 1989 / 34 years old CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC: they/she, non binary, bisexual & biromantic, polyam OC OR CANON: oc CHARACTER PROFESSION IF RELEVANT: unspeakable, particularly focused within the time room, has been a part of the unspeakables since three years after their graduation from hogwarts. jane's job/the public image one is a freelance writer for the daily prophet SCHOOL ATTENDED & HOUSE IF RELEVANT: hogwarts, hufflepuff ALIGNMENT (the order/death eaters/etc) + GENERAL OPINIONS ON THE WAR/THEIR SIDE: true neutral but it's funky zelda barely has a place in the war. the department of mysteries is often a neutral stronghold, one unaffected by the goings on in the outside world, committed to their studies instead. battles and fights come and go, sometimes they even touch upon the department, but none ever truly infiltrate. zelda, in a way, has become distanced from the troubles of the outside world. but that doesn't mean they don't have an image to upkeep-- the life of jane davis crosses over with the order from time to time, giving inside knowledge and names of people of note. it's also a way to ease their guilt over what happened to their family. CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY: zelda grew up the child of an infamous magical creative fiction writer and a muggle painter. the middle child of three kids, zelda grew up in a very progressive house and both of their parents were adamant that whatever zelda chose to do in life, it should be chasing happiness first and foremost.

a creative household, there was a lot of emphasis on exploring talents and hobbies over much else. schooling was of course encouraged, but it was always about chasing what made you happy over what society tended to tell you was right and what you could make a career out of.

zelda went off to hogwarts and her eldest sibling was in his last year of study (sixth with the plan of not returning for seventh). their youngest sibling was three years younger that zelda so not due to start anytime soon. tragedy struck at the beginning of zelda's second year. with her family all at home while she was at hogwarts, they were attacked for being blood traitors. their mothers were targeted for their often loud, outspoken nature on how toxic pure-blood ideologies were and as such, they were punished by death eaters.

both of zelda's mothers were killed alongside their brother and younger sister, leaving them orphaned with no family left to speak of in the magical world due to their mum being an only child, and only a distant uncle on their mother's side in the muggle world.

they ended up in a muggle orphanage and spent anytime not at hogwarts there, fighting against anyone that ever showed an interest in adoption.

it was the death of their family that turned zelda to a fascinated obsession with death and turning back time. they longed to find the deathly hallows, believing that if true of heart, you could master the resurrection stone. of course, they've never come across the object.

but what zelda did find along the way, was a world of research into extending life and turning back time. and when they learned the truth of time turners, the obsession only grew. from their fifth year and onwards, zelda became fixated on research into time turners, into the idea of controlling time itself and perhaps even bringing back what once was lost.

this in depth research and experimentations were what drew zelda to the department of mysteries and as such, three years after their graduation from hogwarts, after finishing a degree in chrono and horormancy, they were approached by someone from within the department and ever since, they have been focused on their research, dedicated not only to their work, but those bonds made within the department that run deeper than any friendship ever truly could.

of course, with committing to a new life within the department, came a need for a double life. for a cover. and so, jane davis was born. someone free to walk among the world, a covered used by zelda during their free time. jane interacts with the order from time to time, writes for the prophet and is quite the bookworm. apparently, she studied at beauxbatons. jane is a private kind of person, but there is clear power beneath. obvious grudges and hatred toward the death eaters and their leader.

only really those within the unspeakables department know the truth of what happened to zelda and their family.

ADMIN ALEX APP

#zelda belmont app #accepted #admin app

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omarxwatson · 7 months

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OMAR WATSON ; THE INTRODUCTION

NAME: Omar Michael Watson

NICKNAME(S): Big-O

AGE: Thirty-two

RESIDENTIAL AREA: Downtown, two bedroom apartment, first floor

OCCUPATION: Owner at Touch of Ink and Tattoo Artist

LENGTH OF TIME IN PROVIDENCE PEAK: Thirty-two years

basics.

BIRTHDAY: March 08, 1991

PLACE OF BIRTH: Providence Peak, Colorado

GENDER IDENTIFICATION: Cis Male (he/him)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

POSITIVE TRAITS: Observant, Humble, Meticulous, Busy

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Candid, Aloof, Cynical, Private, Impulsive

family.

MOTHER: Hoyle Watson (incarcerated)

FATHER: Daphne Watson (deceased)

SIBLINGS: tbd watson (younger sibling), tbd watson (youngest sibling)

CHILDREN: None

PETS: None

biography notes.

serial killer tw, death tw, arrest tw, police tw, suicide tw

born and raised in providence peak, colorado to hoyle and daphne watson. he is the eldest of three children, having two younger siblings that he was incredibly close with growing up.

he had a very adventurous family growing up. they were always active, going into the colorado mountains, kayaking in the rivers, snowboarding, sledding, mountain biking. there were few instances in which omar wasn't outdoors as a kid.

he was always the protective big brother of his younger siblings. he looked out for them as much as he could. despite not being their parents, omar often felt like was the first one that they came to when something was wrong. both of his parents did work a lot, but they were by no means neglectful of their children.

school was not omar's favorite place to be at the end of the day. he had a hard time sitting still and always was itching to get out of class at the end of the day. he struggled to get the best grades, but tended to walk into the next grade with the passing grades needed to move on.

he had friends and was rather social. he wasn't the loudest, always being more on the quiet side and preferring to listen, but he was rarely seen alone and more with a close knit group of people.

when omar was thirteen years old his life changed in a way that he never thought imaginable. his parent's didn't get a divorce, he didn't get a new sibling. what happened in his life was unimaginable.

there was an evening when omar was taking his younger siblings up to bed when his house erupted in a fit of chaos when police officers made their way into the watson home and arrested his father. no one told omar and his siblings what was happening until the next morning.

his father had been arrested for a string of murders in the area and the evidence against him was damning. omar's life felt like a blur in the days to come after his father's arrest. the news stations were quick to pick up, standing outside the watson home on a daily basis as the case continued to come to light to the general public.

omar went from having a surplus of people that he called his friends, to feeling completely alienated from the people he had known for nearly thirteen years in some instances.

he became a recluse, knowing that people looked at him and saw his father. they looked at him and were curious if he might end up like his father or if omar had any knowing if at all. it was around the time that his life was falling apart that he fell into art.

in addition to learning to draw, losing himself in sketches, omar started to rebel in other ways, landing himself in detention on more than one occasion and ultimately, this is where he met lainey, forming a friendship.

his mother rarely left the house after what happened, leaving omar and his younger siblings to fend for themselves. she fell into a deep and dark pit of despair, unable to look her children in the eye, rarely getting out of bed most days.

despite his rebelling, when things started to go downhill with the finances, omar had to get a job. he worked odd hours of the evening and all day during the weekends. he held several jobs to make up as much money as he could before resorting to selling things.

by the time omar was eighteen, he barely managed to graduate high school, getting by with minimal effort because working had taken the most of his time. at this time, his mother took her own life, five years of depression taking a toll on her.

at this time, omar was old enough to take care of his siblings legally and did so. they lost the house, but omar moved them into an apartment, working day in and day out. he had taken up work at the local grocery store, working as many hours as he could and when he did have free time, omar was an apprentice at a touch of ink.

omar still had a passion for artwork that wouldn't go away. he used it to escape any overwhelming feelings that he was having. dealing with emotions was something omar felt like he didn't have time for. and college was absolutely out of the question for him, not having the funds or want to leave his younger siblings. he wanted them to have the best life, his was already over in his eyes.

in addition to his artistry, omar has another hidden talent and that is baking. he does not share this talent with many, mostly his siblings but the occasional close friend would know of his baking skills. it's another artistic outlet for him.

when he was twenty-four years old, his friendship with parker took a change. he had met her prior to his life being turned upside down and he felt like she was the one person that had never judged him. though their age difference had always prevented anything more, despite a crush omar had developed on her. not that he'd willingly admit it to anyone.

she was twenty-eight the first time they hooked up and said they shouldn't do it again, but then it kept happening. and happening. until it didn't when parker went to new york, leaving omar feeling alone once more.

at the age of twenty-six, omar was handed down a touch of ink. the owner was someone that he felt close to, was a father figure to him more than anyone else in his life. omar's skills had appropriately grown and his mentor thought it were appropriate to hand it down to omar when he passed away. it had broken his heart to lose someone like cody in his life, the man he practically owed everything to.

omar took a while to adjust to owning a business and takning on new clients as well as new artists. he was cautious about those that he hired, having trouble trusting new people in his life.

it wasn't until he met amara obi when he was thirty-four years old that omar finally let someone inside his life again. relationships did not come easily for him, preferring the lack of depth of one night stands.

amara came into his life and omar felt like he was finally seeing the brighter side of life for the first time since he was a young teenager. he fell quickly for her, proposing to her after a year of dating. he was ready to start a life with her, looking to turn around what life he had left.

it wasn't until news came to light with amara, making it seem like she had somehow been involved with his father that omar acted impulsively, in a negative manner. he quickly ended the engagement between the two, feeling as if she had completely betrayed his trust. he didn't give her the time of day to explain and it wasn't something she was ready to do either.

six months have passed since the engagement was broken off by omar and he has been working on getting the money back from several deposits that they had placed at various vendors. it has been in recent weeks that omar has learned the truth of amara's history.

he deeply regrets his decision to leave her but doesn't know if there is a way to turn it around. omar fears he will fall into old habits with parker if he isn't careful, knowing that it isn't the best decision but that's exactly why he wants to do it.

once more his life has been turned upside down, but this time it was omar doing so and not anyone else. he's still learning how to take responsibility for his own actions.

wanted connections.

younger sibling (brother or sister)

youngest sibling (brother or sister)

childhood best friends

friends that stopped being friends with him when his father was arrested

one night stands

high school girlfriend

tattoo clients

tattoo artist apprentice

future romantic connection

#omar watson || introduction #serial killer tw #murder tw #death tw #arrest tw #police tw #suicide tw

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Tayuun Sisters

Kita Tayuun

Age: 37 (5 year age difference)

The eldest sister. Charismatic, strong, and extremely reliable. Can be also be very cocky.

She is the splitting image of her mother.

She taught Cassius how to wield a bow and arrow and was also his sparring partner when he was younger.

When their father had left their tribe, Kita had a huge hand in helping her mother raise her younger three siblings. When Cassius had announced he was leaving their tribe, Kita had wanted desperately to accompany her brother on his travels. In the end, she decided it was best that he walk his own path, though she's found to be writing to him a lot more than her mother at times.

Like her mother, she tries to make Q'kie comfortable during their first meeting. Kita comes off very intimidating at first, but does soften up over time as she learns more of his personality.

Rhya Tayuun

Age: 35 (3 year age difference)

Cassius's middle sister. Although soft spoken, she's no pushover. She's very approachable and kind. She tends to butt heads quite a bit with Kita. Is known to be the problem solver of the family.

She teaches the younger kids of their tribe how to read and write. She's known to tell the children stories and take them on small trips to Gridania.

Rhya is very skilled in swordplay and taught all of her siblings how to use a different array of swords and knives in combat.

As a member of the Botanist's Guild, she is very knowledgeable on local fauna and flora throughout Gridania. She creates her medicines and is especially known for her herbal relaxants.

Sharing similar interests, she becomes fast friends with Cassius's partner Q'kie when they meet.

Alia Tayuun

Age: 33 (1 year age difference)

The youngest out of the sisters, but she looks the youngest out of all of the siblings.

Very closely resembles their father.

Is a bit on the mischievous side. Is extremely bold and is not afraid to speak what is on her mind. A bit of a hard head, she does truly love her family.

Ajna is often found at the forefront of any hunting expeditions their Keeper tribe embarks on. It's been told that her leadership skills rival that of her mother's; guides, never dictates.

When Cassius still lived back at home, he and Ajna would perform songs in the heart of their home. This would be something they would continue to carry on when he would visit.

As a child, she was known to be quite the prankster. Almost all of her pranks were fairly harmless, but that didn't stop from her baby brother being accused as the culprit of these pranks. Rhya would often times step in to get Cassius out of trouble.

This prankster nature still lives on slightly, especially when meeting Q'kie for the first time. She picks up on his very shy nature and playfully teases him, but deep down is very happy her brother has such a loving partner.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #female miqote #ffxiv roleplay #i finally did it #Cassius is also the baby of the family and I think that's funny

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Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

AND

Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

AND

Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least. With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it. Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

N-sfw under the cut

Bakugou is a switch, mostly.

Oftentimes he switches multiple times in the same session, so his alpha needs to be quite the brat tamer to keep him from getting frustrated and trying to get on top so that he can control the pace.

He has a very high sex drive, and he likes to have a partner who can match him because he way prefers sex to masturbating.

It would be hard to find someone whose chest and nipples are as sensitive as Bakugou’s, and when he’s in heat, he can definitely orgasm just from his chest being stimulated.

Bakugou is also definitely a squirter, something which he was very shocked and embarrassed to find out.

Bakugou generally prefers slightly rougher sex. He gets bored when the pace is too slow and definitely scratches and bites (and is happy to receive the same in return).

When he’s in heat, Bakugou is a bit different.

He’s not a pillow prince by any means, but he is definitely a lot more passive than he is normally.

He’s not super loud, but he definitely swears a lot, even between waves of heat when he gets grumpy that he’s too hot and sticky. That swearing is a lot less sexy though.

Bakugou’s sexual side doesn’t really come out outside of his own home. He doesn’t like flaunting anything in public and can even get uncomfortable talking about sex with his friends, especially when they tease him with personal questions. He’s definitely a private person when it comes to sex.

Although that is not to say he isn’t confident in the expression of his own sexuality, much to opposite is true. He is definitely the kind of person to order some new toy or outfit on the internet every month to surprise his alpha.

He’s sexy and he knows it, so why not?

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Red Mugs | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Reader

Summary: Her last breath was devoted to saving her husbands best friend who also happened to be her brother, memories of the past begin to fill her brothers mind.

“ Sirius! “ It was the last word that fell off her lips before a flash of green hit her from Bellatrix, ultimately saving Sirius’ life.

This girl was no hero, no superwomen, no stranger. She was a wife, a sister, and a daughter. Y/n Lupin, formally known as Y/n Black, the middle child of the black family. Disowned by her mother in her fifth year and seeker refuge with her close friend Remus. Being a Black daughter and sorted into Gryffindor wasn’t easy. Being a Black daughter, in general, isn’t easy. The one thing she took pride in? She was close with both her brothers till the very end.

He was in danger, and all she saw was red. Remus, her husband who had grieved for Sirius after learning he had betrayed the Potters and was kept in Azkaban. After extended evaluation and a multitude of arguments, Y/n proved that Sirius was innocent to her husband. It wasn’t enough to prove him innocent to the Ministry. Despite being Remus’ wife, she knew that Sirius meant more to him than she could ever imagine.

It wasn’t just Remus Y/n was thinking of. It was Harry, Harry Potter. The godson of Sirius Black and Y/n Black. But all Harry saw was Professor Lupin, teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and his wife. Never Uncle Remus or Aunt Y/n, the titles they always wanted to hear.

Sirius watched as his little sister took the spell and fell back into the vail. He watched his little sister die by their cousin's hand. Remus had to grab Sirius by the neck in order from running after Bellatrix, which Harry did anyways. Tears streamed down the eldest Black brother's cheeks. He’d lost his youngest sibling when he was just twenty. Now he lost his last sibling at the age of thirty-seven. He was too young to have witnessed this many deaths.

Remus wanted to sob, wanted to cry for his now dead wife, but he couldn’t. Not right now. Sirius needed him before he had time to grieve. So when it was time, they apparated back to Grimmauld Place, where Sirius fell onto the couch. The man sat with his elbows on his knees, his palms holding his head up facing the fireplace. The same fireplace they used to make hot cocoa and joke around while their parents were out.

“ Sirius! Regulus! Come on! “ The thirteen-year-old girl called, making both her brothers run down the steps.

“ Here. One for you. “ She handed a cup to Sirius, “ And one for you. “ Y/n stated, smiling, giving another cup to Regulus.

They all sat around the fireplace with hot cocoa in their hands, “ I’m scared. “ Regulus admitted.

“ Scared? Why? “ Sirius inquired after taking a sip of his hot beverage, “ Mum keeps hurting you guys. I don’t want you to leave. “ Regulus confessed.

Both older siblings hugged either side of him, “ If we ever leave, you’re coming with us. “ Sirius stated, “ We’ll never leave you, Reggie. “ Y/n added.

Eventually, their cups got cold as they joked around together, feeling like kids for the first time in years. But every good night comes to an end. Sirius and Y/n had their arms wrapped around Regulus. The trio had fallen asleep. When Walburga and Orion returned home, Orion immediately went upstairs, assuming all his kids had fallen asleep. Walburga had seen them huddled up in the living room together and smiled fondly. Deciding that she’d pretend she never saw it.

A hand on his back snapped him from his flashback, “ Don’t blame this on yourself. “ The man had just lost his wife, yet his voice was so steady, “ How can I not? She died saving my sorry arse. “ Sirius retorted.

“ She died saving her brother. The same brother that would’ve done the same for her. “ Remus replied, and Sirius sighed, “ She shouldn’t have. She had a life to live. “

“ And you don’t? “ Remus queried with an eyebrow raised, “ She could’ve had a life with you, Moony! “ Sirius exclaimed.

The man chuckled bitterly, “ Y/n talked about it all the time how you and her planned to have a child one day, how she waited for me to leave Azkaban so I could be in the child’s life. How she wanted to find a place with you in London instead of staying here. “

“ I don’t have a wife. I never had a lover to care about, to come home to. She did. “ Sirius stated as tears filled his vision, “ Her life had more things in it than mine ever will. “

Remus had to swallow back the tears after hearing about these plans his wife talked about, “ Y/n lived the best life she could’ve ever had. “

“ How could you know? “ Sirius snapped, and Remus chuckled, “ Because she told me. “

“ Every morning, she told me how living through the days was a blessing. She used to say to me that if she died tomorrow that she wouldn’t have changed a thing. That she lived her life to its fullest. “ Remus explained, “ Y/n didn’t die with regrets or guilt. She was content. “

Sirius twisted a ring on his finger, “ This ring. “ He began, “ When we were kids, she used to steal things. “

“ Like my jumpers? “ Remus interjected jokingly, “ Yeah. “ Sirius laughed.

“ But she- she always nicked something from the shelf at a store, and one day she nicked this costly ring. Probably worth about three galleons, and she gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday just before I had left for the Potters and gotten disowned. “ He informed, twisting the ring off his finger and holding it out to the male beside him, “ I think you should take it. “

“ What? “ Remus was gobsmacked, “ Take it. “ Sirius insisted.

The male shook his head, “ No. Trust me. I have plenty of other things of hers. “

“ Do you have the Black photo books? “ Sirius questioned, “ I believe they’re in her study somewhere. “ Remus answered.

“ Do you- Do you think we could take a trip there after the war? “ Sirius questioned, and Remus nodded, “ Of course. “

The raven-haired male stared at the fireplace a little longer. Maybe if he stared long enough, the old memory of falling asleep with his siblings would come true. Now it even felt like he could see the coffee mugs on the table. The same red coffee mugs she had again, stolen from a store.

Sirius stood up and walked into the kitchen. Inside the cabinet laid three red mugs. The very same red mugs from those nights. She had placed them into the cupboard after starting to live here with her brother and husband. Sirius took two of them down and began making hot chocolate. After moments of making the beverage from memory, he walked back into the main room, where Remus had slight tears falling down his cheeks.

Swallowing thickly, he repeated her words, “ Here one for you. “

Remus took the cup gratefully and began drinking; soon enough, he realized it was her exact recipe. Taking a look at Sirius, who looked strangely nostalgic while drinking hot chocolate from a red mug. The trails of tears on either of their faces weren’t mistaken.

“ Red mugs. “ Sirius began, “ The only red in the house other than my bedroom. “

“ She nicked them from a market and hid them in her bedroom. On nights where both of our parents were out, she made me and Reggie hot cocoa. We used to sit on the floor in front of the sofa, talking until we fell asleep. “ He concluded, “ Full moons. “ Remus began.

He chuckled, “ Every night after a full moon, I was greeted with a red mug full of hot cocoa. It seemed to be the only thing distracting me while she cleaned my wounds. “

“ It didn’t matter if it was boiling hot outside. She always made hot cocoa for me, and it was always in a red mug, but I never understood why until now. “ Remus finished.

Sirius grabbed Remus’s hand and held it tight, “ One day, she’ll greet us with hot cocoa in a red mug again. We just have to wait. “

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