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yan-snowcave · 1 year

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🌲Forever Home AU🌲

Ranger is this universes version of Peter. Most characters have gotten changes in their character & appearance. I have this information also on Ao3 here, if you prefer the Ao3 format more.

Dylan is my own OC/Self-insert which I used to fill the role as the Y/N in this explanation. Dylan uses They/Them & He/Him pronounce.

❗Please stay aware that this AU is Dark in nature and will sometimes involves themes such as ; Kidnapping, Forced labor, Trafficking, Organ harvesting, ect.❗

Forever Home takes place in a universe where everyone is part Animal and/or Mythological being. (They can be hybrids of 2 or more animals. After 5 different anima traits are found on their bodies. These people are classified as Amalgamation.)

Endangered species, Amalgamations & Mythological beings are very rare and often a target by certain gangs. (This also includes specifically bred animas such as Ligers. And anima's who were specually bred for certain jobs, like hitmans, sex workers, bodyguards, ect.)

Be it to sell them, use them in breeding mills, force them into labour or to farm certain parts of their body. (Ie. Wings, claws, antlers/horns, furr, meat, ect.)

One of the biggest & most successful gangs out there are the 'Vultures'. A group that consist mostly out of Avian's (preferable Vultures of any kind.) They specialised in selling rare or illegal anima parts but dabbled in other areas here or there. (Some of the higher ups are known to be able to change into their feral form and back. Making them highly dangerous.)

During this time Dylan (Y/N) fell into their eyes, mostly for his body parts (ie. Dragon wings, tails, horns, blood and other dragon specific organs) which would sell for millions on the black market.

Early enough Dylan (Y/N) realises what's going on and gets the Vultures off his tail for a short while. Giving him just enough time to run away into the heart of a huge forest. Where Ranger a famous Streamer (& Red room streamer) takes him in out of the "good" of his heart.

He lives in a small cottage where Dylan (Y/N) are allowed to life with him for now. He has a small vegetable garden and a chicken coop. He also has a shed that he keeps locked up, where he fullfils his second job (that he hides from Dylan (YN).) It's the only place that they are not allowed in under any circumstance.

But sooner or later the police comes knocking on his door, asking for help from both of them to capture the Vulture gang by using Dylan (YN) & Ranger as bait. In return all their crimes would be wiped from their offical record.

Other important facts :

Some Anima's can change into their Animal/Mythological being form but most of the population can't turn back. Losing themself to their instincts until they become like a feral animal.

[This turned into a famous children's scare story to never turn into your animal form. Since parents would have to release their kids to the wild, take care of them as if they were a pet or euthanize them in worse case scenarios.]

Lifespans are always somewhat affected by the Animal/Mythological being species the anima is.

[Example; A Phoenix anima is immortal and can't naturally die on its own. A Tortoise anima can life up to 150+ years. While other anima's generally life to their 60's-80's]

• Certain Anima's gain powers from their trait. Like Venom/Venomous saliva, Poisonous blood, Gills when diving, ect, ect.

• Amalganations and Mythical often hide some their more unique body parts if possible to stay undetected from gangs & dangerous people.

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melis-writes · 2 years

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What about a part two to the Carlo-Michael Connie-Victoria fight Drabble? Maybe in Michael’s POV? You left it on a cliffhanger and her becoming unconscious in so much pain unable to breathe or swallow while pregnant! Michael would kill him afterwards

Part 2, you say?! 😶 Then here we go. 👀

❗ The warnings for this prompt are violence, injury mention and death. ❗

Your Last Mistake.

Still in a state of unconsciousness with a dizzying, yet lightening pain lingering over your face, you come close to awakening by finally being able to make out voices around you and what they’re saying.

“Doctor Katherine, yes… She’s my wife’s physician. I want you to call the family physician, Connie’s hysterical. No, it doesn’t matter me to. I want her to go be driven home and I don’t want her back here for the time being, understood? She needs to calm down.” You can hear Michael saying from a distance.

“Yes, Mr. Corleone. I’m monitoring her now and until she wakes up.” You also recognize Doctor Katherine’s voice growing louder to wherever you remain.

Your body aches at the sound of Michael’s voice but you can neither pry your eyes open or sit up on what you assume is a bed you’ve laid upon; pillows propping up your head.

Unbeknownst to you is not only the fact you’ve been unconscious for over and hour, but Carlo shares the same state of unconsciousness downstairs.

“Don’t touch him, Santino.” Michael begins to make his way out of the room and you can no longer pick up on the sound of his voice. “He’s mine to deal with.”

“Should have let me have a turn.” Sonny grumbles, following Michael downstairs. “Is Pop gonna know?”

“He won’t do anything if he knows, so no.” Michael answers flatly. “I want this dealt with before Victoria wakes up.”

You feel someone pressing a cold cloth to your forehead and gently dabbing it over your cheek where you once felt Carlo’s ring pummel over.

The stinging pain returns momentarily, but subsides with the soft touch as you almost feel medicated throughout it.

‘Michael…’ You struggle to wake up or make sense of your surroundings.

“I’m surprised he’s still alive.” Sonny rakes a hand through his curls, glancing at Carlo laying on the kitchen floor. “Geez, what a fuckin’ mess. Sister makes dinner and this fucker ruins it. Now look at this fucking rat.”

“Mike.” A deeper voice speaks out, grabbing both Michael and Sonny’s attention.

Clemenza clears his throat, entering from the front door and quickly closing it behind him the moment he steps in. “I heard what happened.” Clemenza appears rather glum.

Upstairs in the bedroom, you fight to regain your consciousness.

Still unable to make sense of your surroundings, you use the remaining bit of energy in you to clench your hands down onto the bedsheets beneath you before giving into a deep state of sleep once again.

Michael glances up at Clemenza; his eyes cold and emotionless. “You’ll clean up the mess.”

“You sure you want to do this?” Clemenza’s gaze finds Carlo slightly beginning to stir awake.

“Don’t ask me questions you already know the answer to, Clemenza.” Michael states back, moving towards Carlo. “Who would I be if I let a man like him disgrace my family by assaulting my wife and do nothing about it? His marriage to Connie means nothing to me.”

“You’ll clean up the mess.” Sonny tells Clemenza. “We’ll make it quick.”

“I’ll make it quick.” Michael corrects, staring down at Carlo.

“Right. Got it boss.” Clemenza mumbles, watching as Michael takes his foot and places it over Carlo’s neck.

Michael feels no shred of emotion towards Carlo beneath him, giving him the same soulless stare he remembered was locked in his eyes when he killed Solozzo and McClusky to avenge his father.

Seeing it as nothing but a nuisance, Michael knows in his bones what Carlo has done is unforgiveable, and with Vito holding Sonny back on a leash in doing anything about it and practically excusing his wild antics and erratic, abusive behaviour, Michael decides to put an end to it instantly.

All it took was for Carlo to lay a finger on you, nothing more.

Sonny lets out a deep exhale as he and Clemenza both watch Michael put Carlo out of his misery.

Carlo barely has the strength to resist, but the guttural noises he makes in the back of his throat indict Michael’s crushing his windpipe and on the verge of also breaking his neck.

Thirty seconds of full force pressing down and a snap later, Michael pulls his foot off as if he’s stepped into a pile of garbage and walks back upstairs silently.

Sonny and Clemenza exchange a look with one another before they move to dispose of Carlo’s body with the other buttonmen waiting outside.

“How is she?” You hear Michael’s voice softly ring out as he re-enters the bedroom.

“She fell unconscious again just as she seemed to be waking, but…” Doctor Katherine dips the cloth into a cold basin of water, ringing out the excess moisture before patting your forehead with it again. “I think she’s finally coming to it.”

You weakly blink your eyes open and let your vision focus as you come to the realization you’re in your bedroom.

From a blur of colours and movements comes the sight of Doctor Katherine and Michael by your side, prompting a shaky sigh of relief from your lips.

“Michael…” You breathe, noticing his expression softening.

Michael extends a hand to caress your cheek before frowning and pulling back, instead taking one of your hands in his. “Hi, darling. How do you feel?”

“What…?” You find your eyes tearing up out of your control. “What happened…? To me?”

Michael lets out a relieved sigh, taking the cold cloth from your forehead and dabbing your tears away with it gently. “You completely blacked out after Carlo hit you.”

“A very harsh, direct hit.” Doctor Katherine nods grimly. “You fought it well, Mrs. Corleone, but he knocked you out moments later. Do you remember anything?”

“Oh my God,” you weakly groan. “I thought I was dreaming.”

“Relax, baby.” Michael momentarily looks down at his reddened knuckles. “It’s over now. Everything’s fine.”

“What happened to him?” You grunt, trying to focus your view on Michael.

Doctor Katherine quietly clears her throat, rising from the chair she pulled up next to you knowing that it’s her queue to leave.

Michael doesn’t answer you until he hears the door shut behind her.

“It’s his funeral.” Michael replies in quite a literal sense, planting a soft kiss over your hand. “I don’t want you to worry about someone like him.”

Your eyes widen at the realization of Michael’s words. “O-Oh, Michael…then can I…?” You shake your head, “can…can you please get me a mirror?”

Michael gives you a small nod, getting off the edge of the bed and going over to your dresser.

He takes your small, ornate hand mirror before sitting back down by your side and showing you your reflection. “You’re bruised badly, baby, but Doctor Katherine’s going to be treating you well. Once that swelling goes down, it’s not going to be fine.”

You let out a soft sigh, noticing in the mirror that your nose is only slightly scratched at the side, but it’s your upper right cheek right beneath your eye that has a large bruise in a dark shade of violet. “Oh.”

“No fractures or anything like that, but Doctor Katherine tells me it’ll take at least a month for it to fully heal.” Michael gently brushes a few strands of your loose hair hair behind your ear.

“It’s fine.” You murmur softly, setting the mirror down in disappointment. “T-there’s nothing I can do about it…”

“I’ll take care of you.” He leans in, placing a careful, small kiss over your forehead. “You’re beautiful, baby. It doesn’t matter either way to me.”

“T-thank you, mio amore.” You weakly wrap your arms lovingly around his shoulders. “I’m worried for Connie, Michael. She’s married to that abusive freakshow.”

“Victoria,” Michael begins, looking into your eyes.

You pause for a moment, reading his expression. “You’re serious…”

“Yes.” Michael says flatly.

“I can’t say I feel bad…” You murmur softly. “Or feel anything.”

“You don’t have to.” Michael gives your hand a squeeze. “I dealt with everything. Do you trust me, darling?”

“I trust you.” You smile weakly at Michael.

“Then perfect.” Michael kisses the tip of your nose, remaining quiet for a moment as the two of you gaze upon one another.

The shadow of the early evening casts over his face, outlining the beautiful shape of his nose and Roman features.

A calm atmosphere surrounds the two of you, listening to each other’s soft breaths as you get lost in each other’s gaze. You can’t help but catch the contagious smile of his, rarely seeing him in such a disposition.

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