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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Royal Pain Part 23

Hey, guys! This story is back, baby! And is the start of the four chapters that are all one run on chapter basically. You'll see why at the end of this chapter I held off until I got the resolution written.

I still have some room on the tag list but not much, only six slots. So once it fills up, that's it, I will take no more requests for the list once it hits fifty.

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There wasn’t time for Eddie to see Steve and Wayne before the show, well for any of them to see their loved ones before the show, really.

Eddie’s knee was bouncing as hard as it was when he played in front of Steve for the first time.

They had all met Metallica at the sound check and had hit off, much to everyone’s surprise. But they had their own pre-show rituals and Corroded Coffin had theirs.

“Fuck,” Jeff said, coming back from the bathroom. “I think I’ve thrown up more times tonight than I did that time we all thought it would fun to main line tequila shots for two hours straight.”

Everyone winced in sympathy. That was a bad time for everyone all around.

“Who would have thought that after years of hard work,” Brian said, “that we would be opening for Metallica? Holy shit, this is our lives!”

Jeff smiled, looking a little less green around the gills. “Mandy said that if I waited for us to be ready, we would never take that chance,” he said, rubbing his hands on his pants. “And she’s right. We’ll never get a chance like this ever again.”

Gareth chewed on his thumb, gnawing at it worryingly. Eddie got up and put his arm around their youngest member. “Hey, this isn’t us selling out. This isn’t us giving up our dedicated following. This is us testing the waters to see if this is something we would enjoy doing.” He kissed the top of Gareth’s head. “We won’t know if we prefer smalls gigs at the Nightmare Hole over stadiums, if we haven’t played stadiums, okay?”

Gareth nodded. “I’m just being ridiculous.”

Jeff came over sat down on the other side of him. “No you’re not. It’s a valid concern. But Eddie’s right, too. How do you know you prefer intimate sessions over roaring crowds if you’ve never played to those roaring crowds?”

Gareth sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Brian tilted his head. “It’s the sound, isn’t it?”

All three other members turned to him. Gareth’s jaw dropped. He opened and closed his mouth several times trying to refute Brian’s claim, but found he couldn’t.

Jeff twisted in his seat to look at Gareth a little better. “Loud noises bother you?”

“Gare-bear...” Eddie said softly. “Why didn’t you say something?”

Gareth blushed and looked at his hands, picking at the skin around his nails. He shrugged. “I never thought about it. Until Bri said something, I didn’t even realize that might be why.”

Brian had been digging in his bag while they talked and chose that moment to brandish his find. “Tada!” He waved the noise canceling headphones around like a flag. “Wear these!”

Gareth stood up and gingerly took them from Brian and help them tenderly. He looked up Brian like he was a god damned hero.

Brian tapped on them. “Just plug them into little sound device they gave us and bam! No more sound. Or at least very little.”

Gareth fell on his friend giving him the biggest hug. Brian hugged him back fiercely.

“I just want to make sure you have fun out there, okay?” he whispered.

Gareth nodded.

There was a knock on the door and a stage manager poked his head in.

“Five minutes guys.”

Gareth straightened up and composed himself as his friends strapped on their instruments.

They all filed out but Gareth hung back for a moment. Eddie turned and smiled at him.

“Come on,” he said fondly, holding out his hand. “Let’s go make some noise.”

Gareth laughed. “Hell yeah!”

Steve was showed to the VIP box where a lot of people were already there. Some of them he knew like Gethin and Miranda. Wayne, too. Most of them were complete strangers and suddenly he felt like he didn’t belong here.

Everyone else here was family. Steve wasn’t even a boyfriend. Not yet anyway. They had barely kissed the once before this landed on their laps. Eddie even had to cancel his tattoo appointment for today. That’s how new this all was.

He took a step back. Then two. He was about to turn and run when Miranda spotted him.

“Steve!” she called out, making every head turn his direction.

Which did not help his feelings inadequacy in the slightest.

She leapt to her feet and dragged him over to sit between her and Wayne.

“I’ll introduce you all after,” she said. “So glad you could make it. Jeff was saying he was worried you wouldn’t be able to because of work.”

Steve blushed. Which meant Eddie had been terrified. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

She raised an eyebrow and twisted around to look him in the eye. “You sure? Because it looked like you were going to bolt to me.”

Steve shook his head. “I would have found somewhere else to watch them. But I don’t belong here with family and the significant others. I’m just...me.”

Miranda slumped down in her seat with a sigh. “Steve, of course you belong here. Eddie only had two people in the whole world he wanted to see him open for one of the biggest metal bands in the world. And you’re sitting next to other one.”

Steve looked over at Wayne who chuckled.

“Do we have to tie you down, Steve?” he asked fondly.

Steve shook his head. “No, sir. I’ll be good.”

Wayne hummed. “Glad to hear it. Now quiet down. My boy is about to play.”

Steve smiled for the first time since arriving at the arena.

The house lights went down and the stage lights went up. Steve leaned forward, elbows on his knees, chin propped up on his fists. Eddie was always beautiful to behold, but fuck. Like this, under the spotlights? He was incandescent.

Eddie leaned into the microphone and introduced his band to the audience.

“We don’t usually play other people’s music, but we got permission to do this one,” Eddie said. He nodded to Brian, who grinned.

Corroded Coffin’s bassist began to play, the first few notes in and the crowd went apeshit. Completely crazy. Steve turned to Miranda. “Shit. I think I know this one. It’s Master of Puppets, right? From Metallica?”

Miranda nodded. “Damn straight it is.”

Steve was on his feet screaming in an instant. Everyone was cheering and having a good time. Maybe he shouldn’t be here, but until someone said something, he was going to cheer Eddie on the loudest. He loved his metal boyfriend with all his heart.

Eddie stumbled off the stage covered in sweat and higher then he’d ever been on weed. The rest of the band was jumping and screaming too. There was no greater feeling in the world.

They got better than front row seats to Metallica as they watched from backstage.

Even after thirty-five years they still knew how to bring the house to their knees.

They celebrated with the band for a bit before their families were ushered in. Eddie had even cleared it with the band for Dustin and his friends to come meet them but only for five minutes.

Dustin and Mike were freaking out, but Will hung back, still shy. But Lars came over and talked to him for a minute and that really made Will’s day. Hell, his entire year if he was being honest.

They all filed out leaving the ten family members alone with the boys of Corroded Coffin. Gareth’s parents and twin were fawning over him calling him brave and saying how proud they were of him breaking out of his comfort zone.

Jeff’s dad and Mandy’s mom were huddled over in the corner with the couple, just hugging each other tight. No words needed.

Brian had his sister and Cecil and his sister chatting excitedly, hands waving about as they broke down their favorite moments of the concert.

Eddie picked Steve up and whirled him around kissing him soundly on the lips. “Baby, did you see us out there?”

Wayne chuckled. “Oh just him and about thirty thousand other people.”

Eddie kissed him on the cheek fiercely. “I’ve never felt anything like it! It was so amazing.”

“You were amazing, Eds,” Steve said. “All of you were. It’s you guys were made for that stage.”

Eddie kissed him again. “I’m so glad you were able to make it! I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to come.”

Steve kissed the side of Eddie’s mouth tenderly. “Well you see I had a cancellation this afternoon, so I was able to shift my schedule to accommodate my boyfriend opening for Metallica.”

Eddie blushed. “I’m sorry I had to cancel, baby.”

“I’m not mad, sunshine,” Steve assured him. “I’m happy for you.”

They kissed again.

Wayne waved Steve off so that he could hug Eddie. “I’m proud of you. Now don’t be getting too famous to see me, you hear?”

Eddie’s eyes welled up and his pressed his lips together. “I would never. I promise. I’ll always come to you, I swear it.”

Soon it was time to pack it all up and hit the road for home.

Everyone said their goodbyes and they all parted ways. With Eddie promising to stop by the shop tomorrow to reschedule his appointment.

Steve was beaming. High off the euphoria of watching Eddie live out his dream. He had never felt like this about anyone before and he couldn’t wait to tell everyone about how awesome Eddie did and how the crowd went wild for their music.

He really should have seen it coming. He should have been prepared. But he wasn’t.

Eddie didn’t come into the shop that day, because he called instead. Metallica had offered to let them opening for them for the rest of their tour. For the next two weeks, Corroded Coffin would be going on the road with one the world’s biggest metal bands.

And leaving Steve behind.

He fought hard to be happy for his boyfriend. But everything between them was too new. Too tender.

They didn’t even get to say goodbye in person and Steve was left with that feeling of not being good enough.

For anyone.

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Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

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scarisd3ad · 6 months

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Promptober day 26 - comforting cc after mike scared him

Pairing - cc x sister!reader, mike x sister!reader

Warnings - mentions of bad father/abuse

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I sat on the couch, my arm crossed over my chest as I watched TV while both my younger brothers sat in their rooms doing their own thing. Mike is being his usually angsty teen self and Evan playing with his toys. Our father was out working like he always was leaving me to watch both of them. A loud wail and evil laughter interrupted my TV show before the sound of feet pattering against the wood floor. I’m met with my youngest sibling turning the corner, tears pouring down his cheeks as he leapt up into my arms.

“what’s wrong?! what’s wrong?!” I ask frantically as I grip his face with both my hands. My thumb comes up to wipe away the tears that were falling down his cheeks. “Micheal...” he cried out before sobs interrupted his sentence. I let out a sigh. I don’t know what was wrong with Mike, he always liked to fuck with Evan. he scared Evan so bad he couldn’t sleep in his bed most of the time he’d opt for sleeping in our father’s bed.

Maybe it was because Evan was the favorite after Lizzy, but Lizzy was gone now, so obviously Evan was our father’s favorite. Maybe Mike envied how our father treated Evan better than him. Ever since before I could remember, Dad treated Mike the worst. I don’t know why, though.

Mike did have our father’s looks. He had the same facial features and hair color; he was a carbon copy of our father. So much so that he was often mistaken for our father. Maybe that’s where Dad’s problems lay. Maybe he was so insecure that he took that out on the son who looked the most like him. That was unfair, but that never gave Mike the right to take that out on Evan.

I pull Evan close before whispering, “Stay here alright? I’ll talk to him.” Evan shakes his head “No-no don’t he’ll scare me again.” I let out a sigh “I’ll make sure he won’t” I get up off of the couch and begin to walk down the hallway towards Mike’s room. The door is closed, showing off the ‘do not enter’ sign that was hung on it. My fist bangs against the wood. “Micheal open the door. We need to talk,” My voice is stern, the type of voice our mother used to use when she needed to get a handle on us. “it’s open,” I hear him mutter. My hand reaches down, and I place it against the cold metal doorknob. I turn the knob and push the door open, revealing the dark room.

I could see him hunched over in his chair next to his desk with a foxy mask clutched in his left hand. “Why-why do you keep doing this? It’s not fair,” I say, my hands resting against my hips. “You know why,” he mutters, “well then take it out on Dad, not Evan” I can almost hear mike’s eyes roll. “c’mon mike, just lay off of him for a while god dammit. treat him like a fucking human” I hear Mike groan before the Rollie chair he’s sat in turns so he’s facing away from me. “Dad doesn’t treat me like a human,” Mike mutters, “and that’s not Evan’s fault” I whisper. “wh-why does he treat him like a human and not me? We’re both his sons. ob-obviously he loved Liz the most Bec-because she was his little girl, and you-you are too but dads always hated me ever since I was born, he never hated Evan” I could hear mikes voice crack as he spoke which made my heart drop. I’ve never seen my brother cry, never in my 17 years of life. Not when our dad would purposely forget him at school, or when dad would beat him after he got c’s in math. Not even a tear would fall down his cheek. “At first I just assumed he never wanted a son, bu-but then Evan came along and he’s the best thing to ever happen to him wh-what’d I do to deserve that?”

“Mike...” I whisper, my voice giving out in my throat as I stare at my brother. “You-he’s an asshole, you know that,” I murmur as I shove my hands into my pockets. “that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt my feelings,” he mutters with a sigh as the chair he’s sat in turns so he’s facing me once again. His face is illuminated by the small desk lamp that sat on his desk, revealing tears that are welling up in his eyes. He blinks back tears before he mutters, “Get out” I let out a sigh as I whisper “Mike let’s just talk; the three of us, put all this shit behind us, let Evan know you-“

“Get out!” he shouts as his left hand comes up to wipe his cheek. “fine” I nod as I reluctantly exit his room, making sure to close the door behind me as I leave. I wipe the tear that had absentmindedly fallen down my cheek. “Is he going to stop?” Evan peeks around the corner, his cheeks tear-stained and his eyes red from tears. “Yes, Ev,” I whisper as I walk over and scoop him up into my arms.

Sometimes I feel like the worst sister ever for not being able to protect Mike. he probably thinks I’m the worst sister ever because now I do everything, I wasn’t able to do for him for Evan, but I was 4 when Mike was born, I was 8 when the abuse started there was nothing I could do. I could barely pick up my backpack, let alone stop my dad from mentally and physically abusing my 5-year-old brother.

But now I’m 17 and I’m not putting up with the bullshit from our father. Now I do my best to stop our father, but most of the time it feels like I’m never enough because I never stopped him when we were little.

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axailslink · 1 year

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Hey I was wondering if you would be able to do mom Shuri x Mom y/n where they meet their child’s bf/gf for the first time?

Mom Shuri Udaku x poc mom FEM reader

Warning: ⚠️ light jokes about white people (this is a poc page if this hurts you you seriously should get a sense of humor.)

Summary: you and Shuri feared your kids growing up not because of the world and how it could weigh on them but you feared when they started to love.

Shuri is constantly watching out the window as you ice the cake "baby stop" she sighs "I can't stop we agreed I get to be nosy" you laugh and bring the cake to the table carefully "after years they have finally allowed us to meet their partners let's be happy for them." Shuri nods as she takes deep breaths but she stops for a moment "what if they're white?" You burst into laughter and slap her shoulder "their mother is the black panther...if they're white you treat them how you would treat the others. With kindness" She paces the room and shakes her head "what if they're terrible people? What if they take my little babies for granted? What if they use them?" You shake your head and slap your hand against the wall "Shuri we raised our children right now sit down and calm down you're making me nervous with all that damned pacing." Shuri quickly sits on the couch but jumps up when the door is opened and reveals your first daughter the youngest she just turned seventeen so of course she's still in the house. You named her Zuri as a tribute to... a dear friend. Zuri comes in slowly hand in hand with a rather nice looking young man he's well groomed and wearing sandals he kind of reminds Shuri of a young T'Challa. You look around the corner and smile "oh it just you Caron love come here" you hug the young man and Shuri looks him up and down "you know him?" You nod as he hugs you back "yes this is Caron he helps me with those kids remember?" Shuri thinks momentarily as Caron smiles at her you can read the nervousness in his eyes. She lifts her hand out to shake and he takes it immediately but she squeezes as she smiles causing Caron to yelp and Zuri to slap Shuri's shoulder "mother!" Shuri lets go and Caron gasps as he holds his hand "you remember that pain when you decide to hurt my little girl" Caron nods and you just shake your head "mama you could have broken his hand!" Shuri shrugs "I didn't and I didn't plan to I simply gave him a preview of what might be to come when he breaks your heart." If you ask Shuri she'll quickly tell you she doesn't play favorites but everyone knows Zuri has been her favorite since she came out of the womb. She was and still is spoiled rotten but she's also too smart for her own good just like her mother.

Your middle child Kabi is 19 he walks in the room he's always been confident and cocky so when he strides in with a man taller than him you aren't surprised however Shuri's face tells it all "my love" you hum as you slowly walk over to her sitting on the edge of the couch "this is my boyfriend Unjo he's in the border tribe" Shuri whispers to you "did you know our son was gay?" You hold back your laugh "we told them they should never feel like they have to come out...so I didn't know but I'm not surprised." Shuri nods as she stands up and looks Unjo up and down "how old are you son?" You laugh as she lowers her voice purposely she probably feels threatened. "Twenty" Shuri gasps and turns around "twenty!" You slap your face "how long have you been dating my son?" Unjo answers quickly "for two years" Shuri nods "so when he was 17 you wer-" you push Shuri to the couch and bring Unjo in for a hug. "Nice to meet you son I'm sorry she's a bit rude today" Shuri groans and Zuri just sighs at Shuri's acting out.

Finally your oldest Kiya (22) walks in but she stops and closes her partner outside "mamas please don't freak he's really nice and he treats me lovely" this catches everyone's attention Shuri immediately jumps up and so do you "Kiya if you bring a non person of color into my home" Kiya shyly smiles "mama please I'm going to open the door say nothing" Kiya opens the door and Shuri gasps as she reveals a white man you can see the tear forming in her eye as she starts to laugh uncontrollably. "I'm going to k-" you shush her "hi honey I'm Y/n Kiya's mother" he gently takes your hand and kisses it causing Shuri to make an unrecognizable sound in her throat. "I'm Marquis" you hold back your laugh he's a white man with a black man's name oh Bast save him you gently smile "who wants cake?" You don't give anyone else time to say anything if you did Kiya would very much be the talk of the night.

You find yourself in the kitchen with your children and they're all quiet "mama remember when you said I'd be the one to bring home a white chick?" You smack Kabi's arm with the wooden spoon but Kiya replies "he's really nice he knows how to cook and he feeds me and we plan on having children one day." As if Kiya has said the forbidden word Shuri dramatically falls into the fridge "no oh good Bast" you slap your hand over her mouth as she starts yelling curses. Dating a white person wasn't bad it never was but in this household it was always talked about as some joke when they were growing teens but seeing it as a reality made it all too real. "Baby baby stop you're acting a fool it's not that big of a deal" Shuri shakes her head and points at Kiya as she mumbles into your hand. You slowly uncover her mouth "Kiya I'm not upset with you it's just" she laughs as she shakes her head "there's going to be a lot of eyes on you and I would never wish that on you I would have hoped you would have made it easier for yourself. He seems nice... Just run away with him do you know what happened when we brought Bucky down here? He was like white Jesus to the women he's going to collect them like that" she snaps her fingers "if you want to keep your man don't bring him to Wakanda" you laugh and Kiya smiles at Shuri as she hugs "thank you mama" Shuri groans and hugs her back. "I was serious" Kiya nods "I know"

A/n: I enjoyed this also some of the children's names relate to some of the characters can you guess who?

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Shelby Sister- Teenage Years

13 Years Old

After Grace passed away YN watched her older brother struggle with juggling the business, Charles and her. She tries to keep out of Tommys way, which isn't to hard because he's always in his office. But one of her best memories is Charles 5th birthday. Tommy had invited all of the Shelby's over and for the first time in so long YN was surrounded by her family.

"Happy birthday Charlie boy" Arthur shouts ruffling the little boys hair. He makes his way over to his youngest sibling who is sat with Finn and Micheal playing cards

"Ha I've won" Finn shouts taking the cards from his sister

"Oi Finn your 17. Don't be a child" Arthur scolds making YN and Micheal laugh. Arthur sits next to YN and takes the cards from Finn "I'll help ya"

Tommy, for the first time in what feels like forever, smiles watching his family all together and for YN this is the happiest she's felt since before her brothers left for war.

14 Years Old

Although YN was getting older she was still a kid at heart, but since Finn turned 18 he no longer had time for his baby sister. He was at the pub with his friends more and more. Arthur had his wife and daughter, Ada had Karl, Tommy was busy with the business and now Micheal had married someone who everyone despised... even Linda didn't like her. Her brothers weren't as close as they once were and she noticed that. Thankfully she had her nephew and niece, Charles and Ruby. Yes the were younger than her, but she played with them and told them stories about when their dad would play with her when she was their age

"Why doesn't dad chase me around?" Ruby asks her aunt

"He never used to be so busy. It was just me Arthur, John, Ada, Finn and your dad living with Aunt Poll. We only had the betting shop to worry about back then" YN looks down at her hands sadly

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes. I don't miss it just being us because else I wouldn't be an auntie. But I miss us all living together in that small house in Small Heath. I miss being a kid and having my brothers playing with me. Promise me you two will stay close. Forever"

"We promise" Ruby smiles at her aunt. Little did YN know her big brother was listening.

16 Years Old

At 16 years old YN started getting interested in boys. She had been dating a boy she met at school named James. However she has been keeping this a secret from her family because they are so protective of her.

Things had been going well until she found out that James was courting not only YN but 2 other girls.

Arriving home from school YN tries to avoid Tommy and Lizzie who are sat on the sofa reading

"YN?" she hears Lizzie but runs up the stairs not wanting to face anyone. Shutting her bedroom door she gets into her and let's the tears roll. Her bedroom door swings open and there's Tommy walking in with a cigarette handing out his mouth

"What's happened?" Tommy grunts sitting one the chair beside her bed

"Nothing. It's fine"

"It's not fine because my little sister is lying in her bed crying. So what's happened?" Tommy asks again but this time irritation laced in his voice. Sitting up YN wipes the tears from her eyes then looks up at her brother

"Promise you won't go mad and blind someone"

"Can't promise anything. Spill" YN takes in a deep breath then tells her brother her secret. Instead of her brother leaving in a rage he pulls his youngest sibling into his arms and holds her close telling her everything will be ok.

18 Years Old

After her last attempt to have a boyfriend, Tommy instructed Isaiah to keep an eye on YN. Being 5 years older than his baby sister, who no longer is a baby, Tommy thought that neither would have eyes for one another. However after 6 months of Isiah following YN around they both developed feelings for one another. After a year of courting they decided it was about time they come clean with the Shelby family. A meeting was held at the Garrison where Isaiah would have to face the Shelby brothers, Ada and aunt Poll

"I told you to keep an eye on her not warm her fucking bed" Tommy shouts standing up from his seat

"Tom..." YN's little voice tries to speak

"Your 5 years older than her" Tommy points to Isaiah who looks sheepish "she's 18 for fucks sake"

"5 years isn't that bad Tommy" Ada tries to defend her sister. YN gives her a thankful smile "Freddie and I had a larger age gap"

"Yeah and look how that turned out" Arthur grunts

"Well YN could have done worse. At least she's seeing someone we already know" Finn shrugs his shoulders not really wanting to have this conversation

"Are you happy?" John asks

"Very" YN tells him

"And you" johns attention now moves to Isaiah "you'll look after her. Keep her safe?"

"Of course"

"Then I guess this is fine. But hands stay above hips"

"John" YN whines feeling a little embarrassed

"And no sex" Tommy adds earring an eye roll from Polly, YN and Ada. Tommy walks over to his sister and Isaiah. Giving her a kiss on the forehead before leaning down and threatening Isaiah "don't hurt her or I'll have to blind you"

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #sister shelby #shelby sister #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #ada shelby

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adoremexxs · 9 months

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Information about my Demon Slayer Au

I mainly focus on the Hantengu brothers because I love them way more than everyone else.

Warning: this contains very heavy themes such as sh, abuse, etc.

Sometimes this can vary from highschool to college, it really depends on the time.

Sekido is the oldest brother, Karaku is the second oldest, Aizetsu is the middle child and Urogi is the youngest out of the quadruplets. Urogi has his birthday on another day because he almost died and he also was just born a lot later.

Zohakuten is the youngest. Zohakuten is 15, just recently turned and is going into his freshman year. The brothers are all 17 and going into their junior year.

Most of the stories I wrote recently are when Zohakuten is in 8th grade. That’s when he meets Rui.

A little backstory. Their mom gave birth to the quadruplets and she was happy and healthy, their mom was Latino. Their dad was Japanese.

Whenever she had Zohakuten, Zohakuten had an illness that affected her body instead of his. The only side effect that he really got was that he was really sick as a kid and he has the purple vein-like cracks under his eyes.

His illness took over her body and whenever Zohakuten was 7 years old, she passed away. It was a long, painful death because she had been hurting so bad.

Sekido had to take care of her while she was sick and even took up a part-time job to help his dad and mom out. He grieved the hardest when she passed.

Their dad was an alcoholic and a narcissist so they regularly experienced beatings as children.

Sekido had it the worst. He took all the beatings for his brothers so they didn’t have to deal with it.

It still didn’t stop his father from almost beating Zohakuten half to death. Because of Zohakuten’s sickness, they regularly had to go to the doctor. It was expensive.

Zohakuten got better over the years but if he got a little cold, he would take a few days or weeks to recover.

Shortly after Zohakuten turned 7, their father dropped them off at their grandpa Urami’s house.

Their grandpa is their father’s dad so he is Japanese.

He taught them their culture and also taught them respect. Urami was old and fragile as well as extremely narcissistic and manipulated the brothers a lot but he did truly care about them…sometimes.

Two years pass, Zohakuten is 9 and he is with his grandpa and his grandpa suddenly has a seizure and a heart attack.

Zohakuten is 9 years old. He has no idea what to do but freak out and watch his grandpa die in front of him.

Right as their grandpa died, Sekido had gotten home first since Aizetsu was hanging out with friends and Urogi and Karaku were at school clubs.

Sekido had so much hatred towards Zohakuten that it was the first time he put his hands on him. He blamed Zohakuten for all of the misery they had to suffer with.

Sekido had to take up two jobs to provide for his family. They were “placed” with their father. Their father let them live in the rundown house but they had to pay him money.

He never came around to see them or anything. Whenever the quadruplets turned 15, he finally just let them live there.

Zohakuten was 10 and was self harming himself in their little kitchen when Sekido found him. Zohakuten hasn’t hurt himself since because Sekido’s words and punches cut deep enough for him not to even think about it.

Urogi was bullied throughout primary and middle school for his loud and cheerful personality and also weird looks because he looked a bit different from his brothers.

Urogi has a scar on his waist from where his father had hit him with a beer bottle.

Aizetsu suffers from depression and anxiety and body issues. He’s on medication for it and he is doing better.

Urogi is very apathetic to his trauma, at most, he has self image issues and worries about how others perceive him.

Karaku deals with his trauma by sleeping with people and like Urogi, he has self image issues and drug and drinking addictions. It stopped whenever Zohakuten found him almost dead though. This was when Zohakuten was 13.

Sekido has became exactly like their father. He carries that burden on his shoulders, multiple scars from beatings, getting locked out onto the porch in freezing degree rain, extreme mental health issues, overthinking and more.

Sekido has put his hands on Zohakuten and Karaku the most. Karaku instigates it the most and they get into full fledged fist fights.

Sekido broke Zohakuten’s nose whenever they got into a huge fight. Zohakuten was 12 whenever Sekido broke his nose. The fight was about Zohakuten hanging out Gyutaro and Daki. Gyutaro is known as the drug dealer and Daki is his “slutty” little sister. They gave Zohakuten drugs and he did them.

Sekido felt extremely guilty afterwards and did everything in his power to make it up to Zohakuten who didn’t want to talk to him.

Zohakuten doesn’t stay at home at all. He goes over to Rui’s almost every day or just stays in his room. He broke down in front of Rui and told him everything about his home life and all he could was cry.

He has since then pledged to never cry in front of Rui again because he seems “weak.”

Sekido has taken up therapy and medication after he broke Zohakuten’s nose and involved himself in a lot of past times. Him and Zohakuten still have an extremely off relationship.

The friend groups.

I’ll just refer to them as the delinquents (the demons) and the popular kids (the hashira). They all are extremely popular for their own bad reasons.

The Popular kids: Shinobu, Giyuu (he’s just there tbh), Gyomei, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Kanae, Mitsuri, Obanai, Tengen’s girlfriends in this case, Yoriichi

The Delinquents: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Gyokko, Kaigaku, Hairo, Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi, Gyutaro

Yoriichi will alternate between friend groups because of his brother.

Then we have Tanjiro’s friend group: Tanjiro, Nezuko, Kanao, Zentisu, Inosuke, Genya, Muichiro, Senjuro, Rui

Zohakuten’s friend group: Zohakuten, Rui, Gyutaro and Daki

He barely even talks to Gyutaro and Daki anymore but they are his friends.

Football players: Kyojuro, Akaza, Karaku, Sekido, and Tengen.

Basketball players: Akaza, Urogi, Gyutaro, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, Gyomei, Muichiro, Sanemi.

Soccer players: Akaza, Urogi, Aizetsu, Karaku, Sekido, Kyojuro, Giyuu and Muichiro.

Track players: Karaku, Tengen, Aizetsu, and Shinobu

Cheerleading: Kanao, Kanae, Koyuki, Mitsuri, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuri

Archery: Sekido, Susamaru and Yahaba

Debate: Sekido, Kaigaku, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, Tanjiro

Baking: Mitsuri, Kanao, Kanae, Nezuko, Zentisu, Tanjiro

Wrestling: Urogi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Gyomei, Mitsuri, Akaza and Sanemi

Shinobu runs the science club.

Akaza and Kyojuro are friends and get along great, they practice sports together.

Kyojuro does have stalker tendencies as he stalked the last girl he was dating. Karkau and Urogi harass him about it.

Depending on the storyline, I usually don’t include Muzan. Muzan is Rui’s father in my hes but he is pretty young and he gets paid to stay away from his actual family.

His family is filthy rich so he gets paid a bunch. Muzan definitely has befriended Kokushibo though either way.

Relationships with the Hantengu brothers.

Urogi doesn’t have a label neither does Karaku. They swing both ways and don’t care what you identify as, they love you the way you are.

Sekido is bisexual/demisexual. It takes him a long time to feel a connection with someone so if you are the lucky person who he clicks with, do not betray his trust at all. He is mentally unstable and trying to heal!

Aizetsu’s depression has made him aromantic almost. If he falls in love, he doesn’t care what you identify as, what you look like, just love him and cherish him.

Zohakuten does not give a shit about relationships at all. He hates couples in general. He is only focused on getting out of school and spending time with Rui.

This was just more information on my Demon Slayer AU. Muzan is lowkey just there and I definitely focus on the Hantengu Brothers more. I just like them more.

I kinda went into depth and tried to explain the timeline. If something doesn’t make sense, I’m sorry. I’m writing this at 12 AM and half asleep.

I hope you enjoyed!

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i spent way too much time on this—like, "wrote it in google docs first" amount of time—but, uh. team strq ages let’s gooooooo!!!

first things first, some assumptions™ that i’m basing this on:

1. the remnant school year follows the japanese school year, i.e. begins in april, and ends in march the following year.

2. the years are split based on birth year, nice and clean, since blake (who’s born in january) says ruby is “only two years younger” than wby. this would mean that blake had already turned 18 by the time of V1 (she would have been 17 during the black trailer), while weiss and yang turned 18 during V1-2 and ruby 16 during the small timeskip at the end of V3. (this is also what i’m used to, so it’s easier on my brain. don't @ me.)

the second point isn’t super relevant, but it does keep things simple since we don’t know strq’s birthdays; basically, the year students start their first year, they’ll be turning 18, 19 for the second year, 20 third, and 21 for fourth, with the possibility that some may have already turned 22 by the time they graduate.

so. the year strq graduates, they’re 21-turning-22 years old. since yang is born on july 28th, raven would have gotten pregnant some time around november / december (if i did my math right. i did count with my fingers.) since the school year ends in march, and i’m doubtful raven was already pregnant while still at school, at earliest yang could have been born was during the same year raven would turn 23.

and since yang is currently 19, 23+19=42 <- the youngest strq could possibly be in the present day.

(that is, assuming they were all 17-turning-18 during their first year. depending how you interpret raven’s “and qrow and i were the perfect age”, they could have been either exactly the age they should be to attend beacon (17-turning-18), or close enough for the tribe that they could pass as the right age.)

anyway! next part: figuring out how old they were during the V9 flashback.

first, the kiddos. if we are to take what yang said literally about ruby not being able to even talk yet when summer disappeared, ruby being a 2-year-old at the time is probably the safest bet. does she look like a 2-year-old in the flashback? eeeehhh… while i’d be willing to give a little more leeway there since it’s a short scene, to be extra safe, let’s say ruby is about 2-3yo, with yang being 4-5yo. if the members of strq were 23 the year yang was born, they would be about 27-28 at the time of the flashback.

which, if i’ve done my math right (knock on wood), is cutting it pretty damn close for raven becoming the spring maiden—even more so if she didn’t get pregnant the soonest possible moment after graduation—since as per miles: “As for ‘too old’, we don't like having super hard-fast rules for certain things, but we've sort of unofficially figured that 30 is probably around the cutoff point to become a maiden.” [source]

to be honest, i do think the math checks out. in before the dawn, according to yatsuhashi, theodore is “likely in his forties, maybe older”, and ozpin “had been younger [than theodore] but seemed much older.” per raven, ozpin was already the headmaster when team strq was formed, and prodigy or not, if as the headmaster of beacon he had a seat at the vale council (likely, since both lionheart and ironwood had council seat in their respective kingdoms as headmasters) i’m somewhat doubtful the rest of the council would have been super fine with someone who isn’t even the age of a huntsman graduate being in charge of what is essentially the main defense of the kingdom. so, if theodore is likely in his forties, maybe older (let’s translate that into late 40s-early 50s), and ozpin was younger than him but older than strq by at least 4 years, that would put him at ~45 in V1, and ~47 if he were still alive. maybe subtract a year or two, as a prodigy discount if you so please, but all in all, it fits rather nicely: yatsuhashi’s thoughts about theodore’s and ozpin’s ages are accurate-ish, and raven is just the right age to inherit maiden powers if she did get them during summer’s mission—and similarly, if / when summer joined salem, they’d still have to search for a maiden host since summer is going to reach the unofficial cutoff point of 30 very soon.

#rwby #strq #done thinking about ages for the rest of the year me thinks

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mxpseudonym · 2 years

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Explain it to me like I'm stupid

Alt title; 17 Months for a Peach

Pairing: John Shelby x male!OC (or characterized reader)

Summary: John’s proposal gets shot down in a meeting, and his book smart crush is there to cheer him up. John uses this moment to make a move. It’s giving himbo x nerd vibes a little bit.

Length: 2986

Warnings: Sex happens, also the use of "idiot" but affectionately

A/N: I know I closed this blog, but I’ve been feeling kinda down lately then found this when I was cleaning out my fanfic database (I should show you all how I organize my fics one day lol) and it made me happy to finish and share. So here we are.

Evan adjusted his glasses and watched John talk in the meeting. The youngest Shelby was hot-headed, and at his worst, he was clueless about how things worked. Life seemed to happen to him in many ways, but he certainly had charisma.

Evan looked at him with a glint in his eyes. What an absolute idiot. Of course, Tommy wasn’t going to go with his idea that was sure to start an unnecessary war amongst the Small Health rabble-rousers. But boy, did this kid have heart. He showed up fully and earnestly for his family, country, and city. He couldn't even last in London; he was so used to the Romani lifestyle.

He was completely different from Evan, who, with his glasses and correct to the decimal ledger, was used to a tidy upbringing with a mother who was more into the motions of catholicism than the God behind it and a father who was, in a word, docile. John and Arthur had teased him for his bowties and suits and how he'd never gotten into a fight. John had protected him in a few bar fights. That was a good word for him—a protector.

The meeting was over, and everyone dispersed. Evan's eyes followed John, who kept a smiling face but let it waver when he snuck off into the halls of Arrow House. It took a moment for Evan to be able to follow. The dinner party continued, and he took a glass and a bottle of champagne to look for John. Surprisingly, he found him in the library looking at all the books Evan knew Tommy had never read.

"Is John Shelby actually reading during a party?" Evan asked out loud, closing the door behind him as John turned with a book in his hand.

"Got lost, didn't I? Told Tommy we need a bloody map in this place." John grumbled before tossing the book on a settee. "What've you got there?"

"I knew you'd probably like this when I found you."

"Savior status."

"Amen. One glass, though,"

"We can share," John said with a shrug, completely unaware. Evan smirked and handed him the tools. He picked up the book John had thrown down and huffed when he saw it.

"Economics? What are you doing reading about economics?"

"Oi, don't tease. Tried to ask Pol why my idea wouldn't work. She got mad at me for asking too many questions again.”

"The key is not to lose sight of the forest for the trees."

John gulped down his first drink and started another. “Whaddya mean?”

“On the surface, taking over the new casino and nightclub in Small Heath makes sense, even if it means expanding our territory by any means necessary. More money, right?”

“Exactly.”

“But, the Riley Gang is in deep debt to us. If we wait and see how well those spots will do, which they are expected to do well, as you mentioned, we can approach them later, and they’ll be persuaded to funnel their money to us with interest. Meanwhile, we don’t have to pay for manpower or maintenance. No damages or insurance either.”

“And we can keep expanding to London,” John concluded.

“Exactly.”

“Why’s it gotta be so complicated? We’re the Peaky fucking Blinders. We should just get what we want when we want it,” he complained, making Evan laugh.

“I can’t say you’re wrong about that. It’s what we’re after. Tommy’s got his vision, but the rest of us lowly dogs will live and die right here in Small Heath. Would be nice to have some perks if that’s the case,” Evan agreed as he filled the glass flute with bubbly. John watched intently as he sipped. “What?”

“Thanks for explaining that without me feeling stupid.”

“You’ve got the spirit,” Evan told him before ruffling his hair. John smirked softly, then began leaning in. Evan tilted his head in confusion, which John took as an invitation to cup his neck and go for it. It being the one thing Evan never thought would happen in all 30 years of his life.

He was pretty sure John Shelby was the only one who could make a risky first kiss feel coy and smug at the same time. The kiss was teasing and slow, and John pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before they parted.

“Fuck,” John groaned, the sound burning straight to Evan’s lower belly. “That was bad, right? Shouldn’t be acting on my wet dreams like that, not with our resident smart ass.”

John chuckled as Evan blinked at him. He could hardly process the groan, the flirting, the admission of the wet dream, and the cheeky insult in one go. Turning, he took a swig from the champagne bottle before pointing at John.

“Explain yourself.”

“Right now? Just when things are getting good?” John looked at him, surprised. “Mate, you’ve got to learn good timing. I might not know numbers and cents, but I know wanting eyes like nothin’ else. On the other hand, you don’t know shit and-” John stood, making his way to him and taking the bottle, having a drink of his own. “Have kept me waiting for 17 fucking months.”

“17?!” Evan choked on the number. “You didn’t run out of patience?”

“Almost did. But you started swimming with us last summer, and it was the death of me.”

“Is that all you think about?”

“Are you asking if you are all I think about? Or if seeing more of what those swimsuits were hiding is all I think about? Real prick to not skinny dip like the rest of us, by the way,” John grumbled. Evan nodded, then took two gulps of the champagne.

“So you’re saying,”

“How can you think when you’re this hard?” John asked curiously. Evan became ruefully aware that he was swelling in his trousers only when John’s hand pressed on the front of him. His eyes looked down at his fondling hand, then to the front of John’s trousers that were nearing a similar state.

“Nothing cohesive is really happening up here,” Evan admitted, pointing to his head.

“Then, can I kiss you while you think of your next interrogation question?” John asked. Evan could only nod.

Thoughts flew in and out of the running for the most cohesive sentence as Evan’s mind swirled. He had several questions, including ‘why now?’ and ‘are you sure?’ but John’s hands had untucked his shirt and roamed his skin, all while the Shelby shamelessly whispered the most salacious things.

“You’re just as soft as I thought, or more probably,” John murmured. Evan groaned, letting his head fall back while John pressed his thigh between Evan’s legs and against his hardening self. He hated that he subtly rutted against it as they kissed but hated even more that John pressed against his thigh without hesitation, making them both even hotter.

“I don’t know a lot about this, but I learned a thing or two in France. I think you should receive,” John muttered, never changing tone. He was so nonchalant Evan nearly missed it.

“What are you saying right now?”

“Huh? That you should take my dick?” John leaned away just a bit to speak clearly. Evan felt the heat rush straight to his face to even come from his ears like steam from the ears of a cartoon character.

“Did you say you learned in France?” He asked though John was moving already.

“Just a couple of things over a few times,” he rushed through the small talk as his own cheeks blushed.

“Teach me then. Explain it without making me feel stupid, please?” Evan asked, and John groaned.

“Stop. You’re making my dick harder when you ask like that.”

“Romance is your strong suit.”

Evan was a liar. Well, not entirely, but a little. He wasn’t asking John to tell him how two men had sex, per se; he just wanted to know what John knew. Because, in truth, Evan’s stint in France wasn’t just helpful; it found him with a few close friends who knew where others like them convened. Some bars, restaurants on certain days, and parks at night were all common meetings for men. And while he did pine for John, Evan had also had his fair share of romps.

“-and spit is the worst. Use oil or the medical lubricant if you can,” John concluded thoughtfully. He wasted no time leaning in and connecting his lips to Evan’s shoulder. The explanation was twice as long, at least for all the times John’s eyes couldn’t leave his lips, and he’d kiss him.

“I can’t believe you held on to that information for such a long time. Can you wait a little longer?” Evan asked.

“Because you need to think?” John asked, suddenly leaning back.

“Because we’re in the middle of a dinner party.”

It was John’s turn to blink before laughing. Evan could only chuckle. The idiot had definitely forgotten.

“Like a peach,”

“Oh god, stop saying that,”* Evan whined.

In the confines of his apartment, far enough away from Watery Lane to be a haven, Evan writhed under John’s touch. An arm slung over his eyes while John kneeled between his legs, making them wrap around his waist. In the meantime, he was being too gentle about pressing into Evan’s freshly cleaned hole.

The oil would have been enough, and Evan expected to deal with the consequences of John’s recklessness later. Actually, he thought this would never happen once the champagne wore off, but John showed up at his door with flowers on a Saturday morning they agreed on two weeks later, and here they were.

John was so tender with him that it almost made Evan mad. He was expecting the lug to toss him around, not make him dizzy, and from kisses and sweet nothings, coaxing him out of his clothes and onto the bed.

Fingers dipped in oil stroked his cock first, and John had no hesitation in rubbing their cocks together while telling him this was just like a dream he had. Before Evan could tell him he was insane, John told him he needed to be inside him while groaning into his neck.

John circled his tight hole, with his thumb, but selected his right pointer finger as the designated one for the job. Evan thought about the skill the man possessed. To put men all over the country in their place, tossing explosives in politicians houses, roughing people up left and right. And now this. Those rough hands flexed and prodded until Evan could no longer stand being seen so openly. John slid his finger into him with some ease.

“Oh? Have you been doing this on your own. You took me so easily,” he said like nothing.

“How can you say that with,” Evan started, ripping his arm away from his face, only to see John red and half covering his own face. John gave him the most boyish smile that nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, but instead made them both chuckle. “It feels good.”

“Yeah? You’re soft here, like a peach.”

And he continued with that reference, more surprised that it held up when he drizzled more oil and put in one extra finger then another. Evan couldn’t catch two full breaths consecutively. His cock twitched and leaked over his lower belly, but John refused to touch him beyond squeezing his thigh and sliding into him to the knuckles, then to the hilt, then pressing in until Evan gasped. It was finding the precious spot within him that fucked it all up.

“Oh, here?” John asked when Evan’s back arched and he called for him and the heavens. “I’ll remember that for later.”

“John, just fuck me,” Evan pleaded. “You can’t just say that and expect me to not be like this.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” John chuckled.

The bed shifted, sheets wrinkling and pillows adjusting. The morning sun hit perfectly on Johns naked form as he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing his cock. Evan watched it glisten with a thick coating of oil before it pushed against him.

For a moment he thought he was in trouble. His eyes rolled back. He couldn’t see straight, and he felt like he was leaving his body. His voice trembled as John’s pelvis pressed against his thighs, filling him to the hilt, “I’m gonna cum.”

True to his word, he spurted across his stomach while John groaned.

“Evan, you’re so lewd right now,” John breathed, his hand running up his side. He leaned down and ran his tongue over a small smattering of the milky substance, ignoring Evan telling him not to. John licked his stomach then up to his nipples before capturing his lips. “Your punishment for cumming at the start is that I get to fuck you as much as I want, alright?”

John was making him hold his knees up before he could agree to the binding vow. But the feeling of John’s cock stretching him and sliding against that spot in him would have made him do it. The strokes were exploratory, accompanied by moans and praises for Evan fitting him like a glove. He sped up, smacking against him after he adjusted. Evan could only take him in.

“Fucking hell, you’re handsome. Shit,” Evan groaned. John grinned then leaned down, the position putting him deeper as he helped press Evan’s legs back as he did it.

“You’re literally the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, you know how that makes me feel?” John asked. He paused while Evan shivered at the new position. “Luckiest fucking man.”

“You’re a square,” Evan moaned back. John’s rolling hips against him was enough payback, and he happily waved a white flag that left their foreheads pressed together and fingers interlaced. Evan couldn’t help joining his lover in being sappy though he’d never admit it. He gasped against the stubble on John’s jaw, “I’m so happy it’s you.”

John ripped himself away with a groan and quickly sat back, hand shooting to hold the base of his cock. “Fuck, I almost came.”

Evan huffed and sat up half way, wiping the sweat from his temple before caressing John’s waist, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He watched the intense furrowing oh his brow, eyes clenched and teeth biting mercilessly at his bottom lip. Evan chuckled and laid back, rolling onto his stomach, glad that he was sending out laundry soon.

“I’m so empty now,” he sighed.

“Shut it,” John snipped. Evan simply raised a thigh and reached a hand between his legs. His fingers stroked his cock gently, massaged his balls, then found his tender entrance. He was aching, pulsing, and John was holding out? Bastard.

“I don’t think it’ll feel the same,” Evan groaned as he began prodding his ass.

“I just wanted a second, christ,” John laughed. He smacked away Evan’s fingers, and Evan happily shifted onto his knees, happy his fussing worked.

“You said you’d fuck me as much as you wanted, so I just want to take my punishment,” Evan told him over his shoulder. John tsked him while adding more oil to himself.

“You’re impossible.” Whether or not this was true didn’t stop John from sinking in at the new angle, deft fingers sinking into the plush of Evan’s hips to pull him back. The sound of squelching slickness filled the room with their pants and groans. With a squeeze to the ass, John praised him, “You’re sucking me in, love, well done.”

His hand slid to the natural line in his back and pushed Evan’s chest to the sheets to drive into him at a deeper angle. The strangled gasp he let out was one he’d make John take to his grave, but the depth of his cock was worth it.

“Never, stop, ugh god don’t stop,” he begged.

“As if I would, you’re leaking all over yourself and your ass is as soft as I thought,” John explained, squeezing him again. A shameless man. Evan would think of a comeback when he wasn’t burying his face in the sheets, trembling as the head of John’s cock firmly pushed against his prostate with every firm thrust. “I knew I’d find it again. Shit, you’re so **good, I’m gonna,” John rambled for a moment, hips starting to stutter before he pulled out and Evan felt his seed paint itself on his back.

They sat in bliss for a moment before John laughed and hopped up. Evan ignored the teasing he received for not moving from his face down ass up position by the time John came back with a warm cloth. Even when they laid next to each other, cleansed of fluids and oil, Evan still reveled in how his body felt now. John made use of their closeness, kissing him and never letting his hands still against his skin. They settled beside each other as the sun warmed the room and lulled them into a daze. It wasn’t even noon - they had a whole day to enjoy. Evan’s eyes closed first, and he felt bruised lips brush his forehead.

“Next time I won’t be so nice since you made me wait so long.” John’s dozing voice didn’t make the promise any less exciting.

“I look forward to it.”

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youeverjustmarryabountyhunter · 11 months

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Figured I might as well start actually posting about this Au I made-

The au in question is a Star Wars modern au that I plan to one day turn into an actual fic, but as of now it's just one poorly put together chapter and a lot of brainstorming!

It's sort of a slice of life/everyone lives/happy ending story. It's centered around Boba Fett and started as a joke about his name and how in a modern setting when people first meet him they say 'Like the tea?' And he gets irrationally annoyed by it. Hence the name "No, Not The Tea" (but shortened to "Not The Tea" because removing 1 word suddenly makes it less of a mouthful)

But let's meet the characters, yeah?

The star of our show, Boba Fett, is 15 years old and the story starts with his first year of highschool. He's grumpy (your typically moody teen) and the youngest of his brothers unless you count Din (14) and he does because he's tired of being the baby. (It does have its perks, though) Din isn't actually his brother, but he and the rest of their little rag tag group might aswell be family. (Peli 17, Fennec 16, and Cobb 15)

Next up we have everyone's favorite dad, Jango Fett! (He's a very good father in this) Father of 3 boys(or so he thought) Kote "Cody" (23), Rex(19), and Boba, he has his hands full despite two of them being grown. He works as a bounty hunter (cause that's an actual profession) and his hobbies include annoying his family, and crushing on his kids history teacher. At the age of 18, he signed up to be a sperm donor unaware of just how much they would be using his DNA. Turns out? A lot. And the majority don't seem to have a good home life. He's sufficiently pissed, when he finds out.

Coming in as the eldest child of the Fett household we have Cody! (That was until 17 and Fox showed up at least) Any legal document you find will say "Kote" but people are stupid and difficult and can't pronounce it (it's exceedingly simple, really) so Cody was born. Cody is a caffeine addict (though what Fett isn't?) and will jump at any opportunity to bother his younger brothers. (He once got Obi-Wan to buy Boba a boba-tea..Obi-Wan thought it was sweet! Boba almost committed a murder. They do not speak of that incident)

The middle child that somehow became a father to twins before anybody else could even think of utter the words "grandchildren" would be Rex. It's not like it's his fault! He figured having his 8th period of his senior year would be fun. He didn't anticipate that helping his gym teacher out would involve talking a sophomore down from a panic attack. (Echo, 16 at the time. 17 when our story starts) It's absolutely not Rex's fault that he and his twin followed him around like little ducklings after that. (Fives called him dad as a joke, so Rex took it upon himself to tell Jango that he had grandkids and almost gave the man a heart attack.) It doesn't help the Echo and Fives look suspiciously like Boba- hey wait a minute! Yeah, you guessed it. Long lost kids^^

Alright speed round let's go,

Arla's kids are the Bad Batch boys(she adopted them, they have no relation to Jango. Hunter 21, Wrecker 20, Crosshair and Tech 19) Omega is 11 and her biological daughter. Her big brothers love her to death.

Ahsoka is 19 and Rex's bff.

Luke and Leia are also 11, and they're their parents (and Uncle Obi's, and auntie soka's) pride and joy. Anakin and Padme have basically adopted Han (15. Was in Boba's grade but got held back) as their own at this point.

Wolffe is Cody's age, and the oldest of his brothers (Sinker, Boost, and Comet). They were put into the system (Yes, they came from Jango's DNA) and Plo Koon adopted them. When Jango and Plo first met they exchanged numbers and gushed about their children. (There is much more to that story but that's for a later post)

Ima-gun Di is an ex war general and currently married to Keeli. These two have absolutely NO role in the story whatsoever, I just love them. Jango has only met them once and it was because Ima-gun mistook Jango for Keeli at a grocery store once.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a tired, loving man who teaches history at a highschool and has a not so secret crush on one of his student's fathers. (He's actually taught all the Fett boy's, lord help him.)

Jaster Mereel just wants to know how his ad keeps ending up with kids. He was already confused where the first three came from but now there are 7??(Alpha-17. Oldest. Jango is more of a brother to him if anything. Fox, did not intend to be apart of this family in the slightest and that was fine up until he met Boba and they bonded. Now he's an Ori’vod?? Yeah that checks. Then of course Cody, Rex, Echo&Fives, and Boba.) Best grandfather ever.

Mando'a is a language, because I actually love it sm-

There is so much more lore to this au than I realized, and this isn't even all of it. I fully plan on posting more, and I have a lot of art that I've done for it if I would ever get around to finishing it/posting it. Feel free to ask questions, and I hope to post more!

(Fun fact, I accidentally deleted all of this the first time I type it. So this is the second time I've typed it- I'm not bitter.)

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Blackeclipse

AO3 link if you prefer to read there Part 15; Part 16; Part 17; Part 18; Part 19

The feast they had that night could rival the food in the Great Hall. Regulus had no idea family meals could be so merry and bright, but he absolutely loved it.

James, who looked just like Maan, was recounting their latest pranks to her. Remus interjected occasionally, keeping James honest. Even so, they were all laughing.

Monty—because there was no way Regulus was going to be able to call him 'dad' without crying—kept telling him about the new potions he was working on. Regulus was so invested that he didn't even notice dinner had ended until he was herded back into the sitting room.

He was forced to drop his questions when he was sat on the floor in front of the coffee table and told to play. He wasn't sure what they were playing exactly, but he caught on quickly.

The board was a star shape with little divots for marbles to sit in. The five of them each had their own color of marbles and their own corner of the star. They played sort of like checkers but with some obvious differences. Remus won the first round.

Regulus won the second.

And the third.

They agreed to call it quits after that, Remus and Regulus both getting waaaaayy too into the game. They smiled at each other apologetically and allowed James to herd them upstairs.

They got ready for bed, taking turns using the bathroom across the hall. James' bed had been expanded to the size of their doubled-up bed in the dorm, so there was plenty of room.

When they had all climbed in and had Remus squished in the middle, James took off his glasses and turned off the light with a wave of his hand.

After a moment, Regulus whispered into the darkness, "What time are we going out tomorrow?"

James turned from Remus' shoulder to answer, "Marleen is meeting us here for breakfast."

Remus hummed at the thought of a full Euphemia breakfast.

A moment later, Regulus whispered again, "What time is breakfast?"

James snorted.

Remus turned to kiss Regulus on the temple and answered, "Maan starts cooking at dawn, so I'm sure Marleen will be up to wake us around 7:30."

"Yeah, but if the moon wasn't last night, I'm sure Maan would let her get us up at 7." James moved his arm from where it had been resting on Remus' chest to Regulus' hip, squeezing gently.

The youngest Black was not a morning person.

At Regulus' groan of despair, Remus kissed his cheek and whispered, "It will be worth it, promise."

Regulus highly doubted that but fell asleep before he could argue more.

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James woke to a pillow smacking him in the face.

Remus woke to his pillow—James—bolting upright.

Regulus woke to Remus landing on his chest.

All three boys yelped and groaned at the rude awakening.

Marleen collapsed to the floor in a fit of laughter. James threw a pillow at her and pulled the covers back up, laying his head on Remus who had rolled to lay on Regulus.

Seeing the boys' attempt to go back to sleep, Marleen dove onto the bed, falling across all three boys. "Maan says breakfast will be ready in 10. If you're not down there, I'm eating all the dosas."

Remus perked up, "She made dosas?"

Marleen nodded, "And chloe bhature."

James perked up, "With the chili peppers?"

Marleen nodded again and was promptly thrown off the bed by James floundering to get up. Remus rolled over Regulus—who groaned in protest—to exit the other side of the bed. Remus called a ‘sorry’ over his shoulder as he swiped up his clothes and bolted for the bathroom.

Marleen came around to pat his face, "Come on, Baby Black. Maan is the best cook."

Regulus groaned again, "We just had her food last night."

James looked up from where he was digging through his bag for clothes, "No, Starshine, the house elves cooked last night. This is Maan's cooking."

Admitting defeat, Regulus sighed and let Marleen drag him out of bed. When he was standing, she clapped and ran back downstairs. Regulus shuffled to his own bag and slowly started pulling out clothes.

Remus came back in from the bathroom, threw his clothes on his bag, and turned right back out the door. James followed him out, clothes in hand, to use the bathroom himself.

Regulus was still going through his bag on the floor when Remus came back in and dropped some clothes in his lap. Regulus looked up confused but Remus just bent down to kiss his temple before rushing back out of the room and down to the kitchen.

Regulus looked at the clothes and saw a pair of black denim trousers and a black long-sleeve shirt with a skull and crossbones on the front. He shrugged, too tired to question or argue, and grabbed clean pants and socks.

He went into the bathroom after James dropped off his own pajamas and raced down the stairs. Upon putting on the jeans, Regulus discovered tears all down the front of them. They seemed to be a stylistic choice, though Regulus wasn't sure why someone would rip their clothing. He looked at himself in the mirror and he suddenly understood where the clothes had come from

He looked just like his brother.

These must be Sirius' clothes. It would make sense, they were the same size, but the resemblance had never been clearer. For the first time, it was euphoria that filled him at the idea of being mistaken for his brother. Dressed like this, they could be twins.

Regulus walked back to the bedroom in a daze. He set his pajamas down, took out his jewelry case, and set about putting in his lip and eyebrow piercing. He chose his rings for the day, then changed out his studs for hoops and added a dangling sun on one side and a moon on the other.

Satisfied that his jewelry was locked out of reach of the niffler, Regulus made his way downstairs. As large as the manor was, his nose led him straight to the dining room.

He was halfway to his seat when all eyes turned to him. Regulus froze, unable to think with everyone's attention on him.

Then James whistled at him.

Remus smiled and eyed him appreciatively.

Even Marleen looked stunned, having never seen the younger black in anything other than robes before.

Regulus was finally able to move again as Monty gestured for him to sit, "You really do look just like your brother, son. For a moment I thought he was the one who walked in."

The euphoria in Regulus' chest expanded pushing against his ribs from the inside.

James was nodding, "You did good, Rem. Our Starshine looks fit as he—"

"James!"

"Maan! Look at him! I mean..." James waved his arms helplessly in Regulus' direction and Maan rolled her eyes.

A blush was threatening to crawl up Regulus' neck and cheeks, and the swelling in his chest felt like it was about to crack his ribs with the force. He ducked his head and Remus reached over to squeeze his knee under the table.

If this was what getting up early on a Sunday meant, Regulus didn't think he minded so much anymore.

They all tucked in and demolished every last bight of Euphemia's decadent breakfast spread. Then James and Marleen drug them out the door and into a car. Marleen wasn't a bad driver by any means, but that didn't mean that Regulus didn't spend the entire trip clinging to Remus' hand.

When they pulled up to the massive structure, conveniently labeled ‘Mall,’ Regulus balked at the number of cars in the parking lot. If every car had brought at least two or three people and they were all inside that building… he sighed.

It was going to be a long day.

@starchasersunseeker @poetrypirate @niad4827 @bradley-95147-blog @shyshadows430

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I have a sad headcanon. The mothers aren't forced to stay after have brought the children to the gate. They can return to the house and let the children with the demons. Isabella make the choice to stay and watch everything until the end because she considers that she must stay until the end, that she can't abandon them at this moment after have took care of them for years. Also a part of her see that as a punishment. She is accomplice of this system, she chooses to live by sacrifing those children. And the most important is that she LOVES them. So she stays until the very end because she feels she deserves to suffer and that she must stay at their side until it's over.

Norman and Emma have seen Isabella spoke with the demons. It's because they are used to see her since it has been 12 years, almost 13, that she is doing that so their discussion seems to show that she is as much cruel than them.

And she seems to be indifferent and cold because 1) no way she show weakness to demons (and that's useless anyway) 2) she is horribly used to it so acting cold is more easy after all those years 3) closing her heart in those moments is the best way to doing that without breaking. 4) we see that she kept the toys of all the kids as precious memories. She could send it in another orphenages and forget about it but no. She kept all of those toys.

So i'm pretty sure that it deeply hurt her to see them die, but she watches it because she feel she deserve to suffer and must see everything because looking away would be even more betraying them.

(Really both the mother and the son are masochists :/)

is this even a headcanon it's canon as far as I'm concerned

There's the little room off to the side where theoretically a Mom can excuse herself to avoid having to witness the gupna ceremony. Maybe they claim they need to grab one last thing or sign some paperwork before the child can be driven off to their new foster home. "It won't take long. Wait in the truck, dear, I promise I'll be back in a minute."

Isabella's a queen at compartmentalizing though, so maybe she views staying until the very end, as she stresses to Emma and Norman in chapter 25/episode 8, as her bi-monthly penance for sustaining her life as long as she can.

I like to think after childbirth Isabella was granted the mercy of having some time to recuperate instead of immediately being thrust into being a Mom so it's less than twelve years (as general practice and because of her amazing potential becoming the youngest Mom in Grace Field's known history, you'd think a few months to avoid any potential health risks and finalizing her transition to plant #3 would be a worthwhile cost for headquarters), and because I'm a masochist, I like to headcanon that Ray, Norman, and Emma were the first children raised solely by her and not overlapping with the previous Mom of plant #3 (excluding the child who arrived between Norman and Emma who was unfortunately shipped out at some point before turning eleven), so I see her arriving at plant #3 sometime during November or December of 2033.

Still, that's roughly a decade of going through this with a minimum of sixty children, not counting any children Ray potentially caused to be shipped out early with his experimentation with the tracker deactivator. She might not have done it with the first few, maybe thinking it was potential evidence that could be used against her as an indication of weakness, but eventually it does amass to quite a collection.

(S1 Episode 6 | Chapter 17)

#naehja #The Promised Neverland #Yakusoku no Neverland #TPN #YnN #FSS Asks #FSS Chatter #Pre-Canon #TPN S1 #Introduction Arc #TPN 001 #TPN S1e01 #Escape Arc #TPN S1e06 #TPN 017 #TPN Isabella #YnN Isabella #Isabella 73584

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I’m organizing my KnY self insert don’t mind me

1870s

Yukiabe Sara

The eldest daughter of the Yukiabe family, known for their pharmaceuticals

Became a professional shoka (calligraphy artist) at 7 years old

Started out by recording her parents’ medicinal research

Taught calligraphy lessons to the children of wealthy families to support the family and her parents’ research

Additionally, she would hold shodo (calligraphy) performances with her students

She had an ego with great skill to back it up, but mostly acted selflessly with her siblings

The second youngest, Jouhei, would bother her beyond compare, sometimes even ruining her expensive ink

She’d always berate Jouhei and take away his toys when he misbehaved

However, she’d feel bad for doing so, so she would gift him something made by a carpenter “friend” of hers and play with Jouhei just as he always wanted

One day she was yelling at Jouhei for ruining the prescriptions she wrote, causing him to run away

Feeling terrible, Sara ran out to look for him but ended up freezing in the forest outside the city

She woke up to Hirotake Chinatsu, the Blood Hashira, warming her up

When she came back home, she found her family slaughtered by what Chinatsu said was a demon searching for blue spider lily medicine

She begged Chinatsu to help her get revenge and find her brother if he was still alive

She joined the Demon Slayer Corps at 17

She became Chinatsu’s tsukugo and under her created Ink Breathing, a modified version of water and blood breathing

She worked very hard to fight off demons and would send the Ubuyashiki family beautiful calligraphy to show her gratitude for letting her into the corps

She would be recklessly argumentative with her seniors, but kind and tender hearted to her juniors, and she would never deny them a chance to train or play

One day, Sara and Chinatsu were in the mountains upon hearing of a demon named Jinakui who attacked several samurai families

Upon meeting Jinakui, Sara noticed how much he spoke like a little brother—her little brother—and she was almost reluctant to kill him

It tore her apart that the brother she always scolded and drove away had gotten himself turned into a demon, and it hurt her even more so that it was her fault, and that she had to kill him

Sara and Chinatsu were able to defeat Jinakui, but after cutting off his head, Sara held Jinakui’s head and body close to her until he fully disintegrated

Before her brother died in her arms, she called out to God asking for Jouhei to take her place in heaven so that he could play with in peace with their family again

After that encounter, she became a quieter person who mainly just smiled and spoke only when needed

Sara would only talk the most with Chinatsu, the head of the Ubuyashiki family, and the children of the demon slayer families

She had met the lower rank who turned her brother into a demon

Sara did not even flinch taking down the demon, for her forms lacked any mercy or kindness, what remained was pure malice, proficiency and precision

Shortly after, Sara became a Hashira, but she didn’t feel fulfilled

Sara decided to take on a tsukugo, but many had died under her care as Hashira

She vowed to never take on anymore tsukugo until one demon slayer was particularly persistent and reminded Sara of her brother

In an encounter with another lower rank, Sara did the best she could to protect her tsukugo and in killing the demon, she lost her dominant hand for making calligraphy

She retired soon after, ashamed she couldn’t keep training her tsukugo, until her tsukugo decided to leave the corps with her and become her apprentice in calligraphy

Sara’s heart was full and accepted him as a pupil, and with that, Ink Breathing was no more

Sara went back home to find her carpenter “friend” still waiting for her and married him

She lived to grow into a decently old age with children and grandchildren and vowed to never deny them a chance to play

Jinakui/Yukiabe Jouhei

The fourth child of the Yukiabe Family

He was a troublemaker who just wanted to play

He’d watch the Samurai walk through the streets and overhear their stories

No matter the time of day nor occasion, he always wanted to play

Many times his playing would mess with his oldest sister’s profession, denying he knew that his roughhousing would result in such “accidents”

He would get angry and tell Sara he hates her whenever Sara took away his toys

One day, Sara was yelling at him particularly harshly and ran away, following some samurai into the forest

When he finally caught up to them, they had all been killed by a demon

The demon smelled medicine on him and asked Jouhei if he could “play”

Jouhei, none the wiser, agreed to play along with the demon

When Jouhei showed the demon where his home was, the demon told him to wait outside because he “sensed something was wrong”

Jouhei waited for five minutes outside until he opened the door to see his family slaughtered on the ground

The demon told Jouhei that the Samurai he followed on the mountain had murdered his family for not respecting their “play”

The demon manipulated Jouhei into wanting revenge on all Samurai by turning into a demon

However, when becoming a demon, Jouhei’s physique completely changed and he forgot all his memories, and earned the name Jinakui, a demon who just wants to play and have fun

From then on, Jinakui had his fun slaughtering samurai and using their corpses as toys to play make believe with

Sometimes, if he was feeling generous, Jinakui would turn some samurai into his minions to play around with

Six years after becoming a demon, he encountered two demon slayers for the first time

The slayer with an ink-stained haori took him head on while the slayer with a pink and red haori defeated all his minions

Fighting the ink-stained haori girl reminded him of how he’d fight with his sister in his years as a human, which felt forever ago but was only six years prior

He felt the contempt he had for his sister always yelling and berating him and taking away his things—everyone took away his things, even the trusted samurai and his oldest sister

However, Jinakui also felt exhilarated by the way the girl fought, almost as if they were playing a game

Fight after fight he enjoyed himself and he couldn’t figure out why

When the ink-stained haori girl would yell Jouhei, Jinakui would be confused in battle, wondering why it rang in his ears

The hesitation costed him his life as the ink-stained haori girl cut off his head

In his final moments, he remembered his past and decided that he was a shitty brother to everyone

He then realized that it wasn’t the samurai who killed his family, it was the demon he led straight to them—their death was his fault

He thought he deserved to die alone and away from his family who were probably playing together in heaven by now

Suddenly, he felt the warmed of a familiar embrace—the hug of his oldest sister

He remembered how she’d hold him and tell him stories of brave samurai, drawing the characters and playing pretend with him when he was small

He remembered how she’d inspire him to have such a wild and big imagination

He remembered how said he was when she gave all her attention to her practice when he just wanted to play with her again—nothing was more fun than playing with Sara

He heard the ink-stained haori girl’s cries about how she was the worst big sister ever and that she wished they could have played more

He finally recognized her and used his very last moment to tell her he had the most fun time playing with her in years

In death he met his family again, crying over his recklessness as his family accepted him in

He now waits to play with his oldest sister again

Hirotake Chinatsu

The Blood Pillar Hashira

Scarily the most talented Hashira of her time, and feared for her breathing forms to be too akin to blood demon art

In reality, it’s a modified version of water breathing, but with blood-related characteristics

It isn’t a beautiful form, but it’s incredibly powerful, and no one can do it like Chinatsu

Chinatsu found Sara almost freezing to death in the snow when a demon almost ate Sara

Chinatsu, after learning Sara’s family was killed by an upper rank, trained Sara to become a demon slayer, having had her own siblings killed by demons

She was impressed by Sara’s speed when learning her forms and took her on as her tsukugo

Chinatsu took Sara out on a mission to defeat a demon in the mountains, not knowing that the demon was Sara’s brother

She vowed to comfort and support Sara whenever she needed after watching her hold her dying brother in her arms before fading away

Chinatsu noticed how less bold Sara became, but also noticed how skilled she had become

Once Sara became a Hashira, Chinatsu did not remain in the corps for much longer in an active position

When she retired, she trained new and upcoming demon slayers both in water and blood breathing

Chinatsu attended Sara’s wedding as the one of only family she had left

Tsunekawa Istuki

Sara’s carpenter “friend”/lover

Would attend Sara’s public calligraphy performances and gift her something

Slowly fell in love over time

Asked Sara to marry him and was surprised when she refused, but understood what she had to focus on first

Istuki always offered to support her but she’d refused in case a demon would kill him because of her

He waited 12 years until Sara came back with her non-dominant arm

Sara didn’t think he’d want to marry her because she can’t do calligraphy anymore, but she couldn’t be more wrong

Istuki welcomed her back with open arms and proposed to her again, sobbing when she said yes

#I reread the last two arcs again #god demon slayer makes me cry #I have siblings so all the sibling stuff hits hard #I have four younger siblings #this is based on one of my sibling dynamics #I am totally fine right now #totally not crying

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The time has come to choose which one of Théodora's children will be the heir!

Out of six, four children have survived and have the possibility to live into adulthood. Growing up in a family that was fractured into two factions after Théodora's affair, the children have all taken wildly separate paths in life.

Who knows where each path may lead.... (oooOoooOo)

Voting ends on the 21st of January

Émile Gustaf Park

17-year-old Émile Gustaf is the reason his parents married so young.

As a child he loved to partake in adult conversations, and he took a lot of inspiration from his uncle Constantine's love of philosophy and science.

When Émile Gustaf turned 10 his family scraped together the resources to send him to school in Stockholm, far away from the rest of his family.

This distance has given him opportunities he would never had otherwise, and it has also led to him becoming a very independent and opinionated young man.

He went against his father's wishes to study to be a barber-surgeon instead of trying to get into university, and he has yet to let anyone but Eugene Anifas know.

What will happen when the truth does come out? And where might the life of a barber-surgeon lead him? Will he be in Stockholm for the rest of his life, or may he someday return to his old home?

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Eugene Anifas Park

14 year-old Eugene Anifas was a twin, but he lost his twin only a few months after he was born.

Even as a child Eugene Anifas often worried what being a twinless twin meant for him. He often felt that he was living in the shadow of someone he'd never known, and this caused him a lot of anxiety.

Growing up seeing his father's harsh temper and the chaos from his mother's affair unfortunately only worsened Eugene Anifas' anxiety.

His only escape a lot of the time has been music. His love of piano dominates, but song and violin are beloved as well. In truth if he could escape everything and just play music, he would do so.

But with his older brother elsewhere Eugene Anifas is expected to follow in his father's footsteps and become a bell-ringer, and he has never had the chance to stop and think about what he wants.

Is Eugene Anifas doomed to always live in other people's shadows, or will he find a way to break free? Is there a way to balance the expectations of others and his own joy?

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Iliana Dorothea Park

12-year-old Iliana Dorothea is the only girl of the family, and has been very doted on as a result.

She's always been closest to her father Joseph, who takes every opportunity to spoil her.

She's always been a very confident young girl, both as a child and now, and she will probably always be. Perhaps she can be a bit bossy at times, but her heart is in the right place.

Iliana Dorothea was the one to discover and reveal her mother's affair, and while she was too young to fully understand what happened what little she did understand was that her mother had done something that had hurt her father.

As a result Iliana Dorothea, despite taking after her mother in many ways, holds a grudge against her mother and resents her a great deal.

Will Iliana Dorothea always favour her father? Is there a chance she might reconcile with her mother? And will her gender halt or hinder her as she finds her way in the world?

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Charles Elias Park

11-year-old Charles Elias is the youngest child in the family, and while he might not know it there is some uncertainty about who his father is.

Is it Joseph, the stern bell-ringer? Or is it Theodore, the kind-hearted farmhand?

Charles Elias doesn't know it, but the older members of his immediate family have their own (separate) suspicions.

Regardless, Charles Elias has thus far grown up mostly unaffected by the affair. He loves his mother very much, and has a habit of trying to cheer her up on days when she is sad.

He loves playing with his siblings, especially his older sister. Although the two may not always get along perfectly, they never stay mad at each other for very long.

Being the youngest has afforded Charles Elias many privileges his other siblings haven't had. He isn't monitored as closely as some of his older siblings are, and he is often allowed to spend his free time however he chooses without too much concern for chores or responsibilities.

That's not to say he's spoiled or lazy, he's a very neat person, but he has more freedom to move around than others.

But although all may seem calm and peaceful now, that is not a guarantee things will remain that way.

Will Charles Elias ever find out what truly happened between his mother and Theodore? And who really is his father?

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Voting ends at 9PM GMT+2 on the 21st of January

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Finn Shelby- Blackmail

I was inspired by an imagine called 'Obsessed' from @whoree4fictionalmen book 'red right hand' over on Wattpad so please go and give her some love for inspiring this imagine.

Trigger Warning: Abuse, Sexual Assault, Arguing, Black Mail ⚠️

The Shelby brothers, the men all of Small Heath are afraid of. Well almost all. YN and her family are just some of the exceptions. YN's mother and the Shelby's mother were best friends, they even fell pregnant at the same time having Finn and YN only a month apart. This meant that YN's mum helped Polly look after the Shelby's when their mother passed away and when their father left them. As time went on and YN got older she became interested in boys, much to the Shelby's dismay. You see they became family to her and now YN saw them as her brothers, as if her last name was Shelby.

At the age of 17 YN started dating an older guy named James. She thought the world of him and because he was 7 years older she believed that he was more mature. Unfortunately that relationship broke down due to abuse, Tommy had threatened the guy and he skipped town. 2 years on YN and Finn have been dating now for 8 months.

YN walks through the dark gloomy streets of Small Heath, on her way to the Garrison where Finn and his brothers are meeting. Wrapping her coat tighter around her body she looks behind her seeing a figure following her. While normally she wouldn't be afraid, because of who she was associated with, this figure had an aura about him that scared her. Quickening her pace she turns a corner, now being able to see the pub her body relaxes a little. That is until she is pushed between two buildings, a hand over her mouth. That's when she realises who is standing in front of her. James.

"What are you doing back here?" YN asks with a shaky voice

"Missed you" his smirk making her feel sick

"I..."

"Shhh it's ok. I had to go away and get us a place far away from here. I'll give you till the of the week to say goodbye to your parents then we're moving to London. A man named Alfie will help us" Alfie? Alfie Solomons? no way he would help him YN thought and she was right. Alfie had already spoken to Tommy about a man asking for help and the Shelby name had been mentioned. This is why they were meeting at the Garrison "now your going to take me to your home so we can catch up" YN shakes her head

"My parents are home"

"Then we will catch up here" YN tries to push the man off her, but he pushes her further into the wall trapping her body between it and him. Taking her hands he places them above her head "if you scream, tell anyone, let anyone know what happened here, I'll kill you and you parents. Understand?" YN nods her head giving up and let's James have his way with her.

She walks into the Garrison trying to not let on to what just happened

"Here she is, see told ya she was on her way" Arthur slaps the shoulder of his youngest brother. Finn smiles walking over to YN placing a kiss on her cheek

"Hi, sorry I'm late. I err didn't realise the time when I left"

"Don't worry about it. Do you want a drink?" Finn asks

"No thank you" YN weakly smiles at her boyfriend. He knows somethings up but doesn't press her. Finn knows that YN will talk when she's ready. If anyone knew what YN was going through right now, they would tell her to speak to Finn and his brothers, but what if James had found out she did before they could help make sure her parents were safe. No. YN had to deal with this herself. She would make up an excuse to why she couldn't go with James.

The end of the week arrives and YN has no choice but to tell someone about what's been happening. James has been sexually assaulting her everyday now, and has also now got a few hits in. She has been covering up a bruised for the last 2 days and now she has out of options. Taking a deep breath YN knocks on Tommy's office door. His gruff voice tells her to enter

"Hey Tommy" confusion laced his face hearing YNs voice. Looking up he sees how nervous the girl actually is

"What's wrong?" he asks gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. YN sits down as Tommy folds his arms together

"My ex is back in town"

"Shit" Tommy breathes out "Alfie said he would be. Has he spoken to you?" YN nods looking ashamed. She lowers her head picking at her nails, a nervous habit "YN has he touched you" a sniffle is all that can be heard "when"

"Tuesday"

"Fuck sake YN why didn't you say something?" Tommy stands up, anger clear in his voice

"He said he would kill my parents Tom"

"And you know we would have protected them!" he yells at the girl he sees as a sister

"I'm meant to be leaving with him tonight Tommy"

"What?" he yells "does Finn know?" YN shakes her head "right im calling a family meeting and you are telling him. Understood?"

The Shelby family arrive at Tommys office within an hour

"What's this about Tom?" Arthur grunts sitting down

"YN care to tell them?"

"What's going on?" Finn asks looking worried

"James is back" she whispers a chorus of 'shit' 'what?' 'fuck' are heard

"And YN thought she could handle this on her own" Tommy crosses his arms once again

"Fucking hell YN" Arthur rubs his hands over his face

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What was I meant to say Finn? hey James is back he rapped me and threatened to kill my family and me. He would Finn while you go to save my parents he would kill me or the other way around. What was I meant to do?"

"You were meant to fucking tell us!" he yells making YN jump

"Finn calm down" John tries

"I'm endangering my parents right now being here. Fuck he probably knows. I can't loose my parents" the tears YN has been tried to keep back finally fall

"Right this is what's going to happen. Finn you stay here with YN. Micheal you and John go and make sure YNs mum and dad are alright. Arthur your with me"

"What are you going to do?" YN asks wiping her tears on her sleeve

"We're going to finish this. Stay here" the brothers and cousin all leave, leaving YN and Finn alone

"I'm sorry I shouted at you. I just wish you would have told me when this started"

"I know, but Finn I was scared. And scared what you would think and that you'd leave"

"You think I'd leave you because of some fucker?"

"I thought you'd leave because I didn't fight him. I knew it would be no good and that if I did fight him he'd make everything worse for me"

"Come here" Finn pulls YN into his arms where she suddenly feels relaxed and safe "nothings going to happen now. Your safe" YN doesn't think she could hold Finn any tighter but she surprises herself.

That night the Shelby brothers dealt with James while Finn holds YN close to him. It takes time for YN to be comfortable with certain things like sex, but with Finns love, time and patience YN soon learned how to be herself once again.

#peaky blinders #finn shelby #finn shelby x y/n #john shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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bella-caecilia · 2 years

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27 please! also just for future no need to do these but 1, 2, 3, 17

A pre-canon drabble for no. 2. Thank you for the prompts! 27 and 17 are already done. I will keep the other two for later :)

Day 7

2 – soft looks across a long table

Mama was not happy with them. It irritated her that they got along so well. That wouldn’t be a problem in itself, but the lack of attention they gave to other things was unacceptable for her. So, it shouldn’t have come as the greatest surprise that Mama had taken measures into her own hands when changing the sitting arrangement for tonight’s dinner.

Cora was in sheer confusion when she studied the sitting plan that was spread on a sideboard in Mama’s empty sitting room. She only wanted to check which gentlemen she had to entertain tonight. The murmur of multiple conversations travelled to her from the great hall. The guests for tonight’s dinner party were arriving, emerging from one carriage after the other by now. They were catching up on this and that while nursing the aperitifs the footmen handed out. Cora’s jaw hung open loosely. The cardboard in front of her was a single riddle. The arrangement of the name cards must have been a mistake but Mama didn’t make mistakes. It took Cora a while but it slowly dawned on her that putting Robert on the other end of the long table instead of in front of her was exactly what Mama’s plan was.

Cora huffed. It was unbelievable. Why was it always that Mama wanted to punish Cora? It seemed she wanted to make it impossible for Cora to enjoy anything. Cora had to take a deep breath – touching her hand to her confining corset – to not let it get to her.

She left the sitting room and joined the animated crowd in the hall. She sent a kind smile to every other guest while her eyes actually only searched for her husband. She wanted to complain about Mama, although she knew it wouldn’t help anyone. Robert would only look at her perplexed, and Cora had to learn to take even the most frustrating customs of the peerage as they were. And one of them was to agree with her mother-in-law no matter what.

Cora didn’t see Robert anywhere but the guests were there in a pretty large number, so it wasn’t too surprising.

“Cora, how nice! I was hoping to see you,” a female voice rang beside her. Cora turned around and saw Lady Amelia Gillingham goggling at her.

“I am glad you and Lord Gillingham were able to make it,” Cora replied with a sweet smile.

“Of course. We would never want to miss one of Lady Grantham’s dinner parties!” Amelia emitted a chortling laugh. Cora didn’t quite understand the English humour. They often laughed at times when there was nothing that could be amusing in the slightest. And when Cora thought, things were starting to get the tiniest bit funny, her English fellow people were getting stuck up.

Amelia put a gloved hand on Cora’s lower arm. She leaned her head toward Cora. “It delights me to see you so well. I heard you and Lord Downton had finally another child. Lady Strallan mentioned you had a hard time giving birth.” She looked at Cora sympathetically as she lowered her voice a bit at the last words. It must have really been a while since they last saw each other, Cora realised. She wasn’t pregnant for nearly four months now. “But of course, I want to congratulate you on your third daughter.” For a second, Cora had thought Lady Amelia was showing earnest empathy, but the grin accompanying her congratulations was too wide to indicate anything but gloat.

“Well, thank you, Amelia. Lord Downton and I are very happy indeed,” and Cora smiled serenely at her words because it was true. They were so very happy about perfect little Sybil.

Lady Amelia tugged at a flawlessly coiffed curl of her hazelnut hair bouncing from her temple and looked at Cora with badly veiled pity. Cora grew tired of this conversation. She spotted Lady Victoria, Viscountess Branksome, a few feet away, how she accepted an aperitif from Michael, their youngest footman. Lady Victoria definitely made for more pleasant company, so Cora thought about the right words to excuse herself from Lady Amelia.

It was then that Mama announced the dinner. After a second of disappointment, Cora realised that dinner also relieved her of Lady Amelia’s presence. She moved with the crowd towards the dining room. Amelia chattered beside her.

“I’m intrigued to see what wonders your cook has created tonight. I must say I always find it quite extravagant what Lady Grantham is serving.” She threw a sideway glance at Cora. Her eyes paused a bit at Cora’s new earrings. They were a present from her parents they sent to her after Sybil’s birth. Cora had never considered it, but were they too new-fangled? Too extravagant? Was that what Lady Amelia wanted to get at? Cora ignored the remark. She was sure her jewellery was fine, and the new stones dangling from her ears complimented her light eyes quite nicely. The rest didn’t matter.

When they came into the dining room, she finally saw Robert. He entered the room just before her, in the company of the old Lord Merton. Cora tried to catch him before they were all seated, wanting to inform him of their sorry fate for the evening. But everyone present moved too fast and determined. Robert escaped her before she was able to get his attention. He went purposefully to the end of the long table where he assumed his place. Cora moved along the table on the opposite side. She took a seat between Viscount Branksome and an old Baron she never met. She saw Robert’s confusion when Sir Anthony Strallan sat down in front of Cora. Robert stood flabbergasted behind him, robbed of his expected seat. Cora shrugged her shoulders when Robert’s eyes searched her for help.

With knitted brows, Robert went back down the table, scrutinising every name card. When it still wasn’t his place, he looked up and searched Cora’s eyes again. Her poor Robert looked so confused. She saw him mouthing a silent ‘What?’ in her direction before Mama was by his side and guided him swiftly and smoothly to his seat even further down the table. She pushed him down by the shoulder when he was taking too much time sitting down. With a hint of panic, he sought Cora's attention again. It was apparent from his upset face that now he got what was going on. He mouthed, ‘No!’ and Cora had to suppress a smirk at his nearly child-like bewilderment at their predicament.

It wasn’t nice but Cora was a little glad she wasn’t the only one who thought this was a huge deal. She was the tiniest bit surprised but pleased that Robert wanted to sit in front of her so badly. Though it must have been very obvious in the past when Mama felt the need to separate them for propriety’s sake. Now that Cora thought about it, Robert’s and her silent communication at dinner had increased over the last few months. It was so natural – came without thinking – that she hadn’t realised the extent of it.

Rather quickly everyone had found their seat, and Cora saw Mama’s proud smirk behind the mask of her stoic face. She sat straight as a die and craned her neck to throw a glance over her guests before giving the tiniest of nods to Papa in front of her. Even though Cora couldn’t see it, she knew by now that Papa signalled with a brief flick of his hand to the butler for the dinner to start.

Cora exchanged pleasantries with Lord Branksome to her right while waiting for the first entrée to make its round at the table to her. Lord Branksome was rather kind. He smiled at her words and listened to what she said without making her nervous with a scrutinising look as many other Lords did.

“And how is your son, Lord Branksome?” Cora inquired when she suddenly was a little afraid, she was starting to talk too much.

“Oh, our dear Evelyn is a joy to watch,” he said. He looked across the table where Lady Victoria sat. The woman with the quite tight blonde coiffure was nodding to everything Sir Anthony next to her said. “I find that he takes quite after Lady Branksome in character and most of his looks. But she likes to disagree.” Cora smiled at him.

The plates with the pâté had reached them now, and Cora leaned back ever so slightly in her chair to help herself to a small portion. The cutlery threatened to slip from her hands, so she operated even more careful. Her light blue silk gloves seemed to be a bit too large in size. The fabric didn’t hug her fingers but bunched at the joints of her hands and fingers. It was probably because her fingers weren’t as swollen anymore as they had been a long time throughout her last pregnancy. Back then, she had to get new gloves since she had been so uncomfortable in her old ones.

“I am sure he combines the best of the both of you when he is such a little angel,” Cora said to Lord Branksome.

“Well, that’s very kind of you to say.”

Cora’s thoughts were with her own little crowd of children, more or less little angels. Intuitionally, her eyes sought the father of her children. But Mama’s strategy seemed to be successful. The guests down the table blocked Cora’s view of Robert whenever they leaned forward the tiniest bit. It was a shame. Even more so when the direction of the conversation changed and Cora had to converse with the Baron to her left. Cora couldn’t chance a look during conversing because Robert now sat at her back. On top of that, Lord Brinton was nearly deaf as a post. Mama seemed to play it safe for Cora to have a hard night. It was one of her lessons and Cora gradually stopped to look for the reason why she had to endure it.

She tried to chew as long as possible to reduce the amount of time in which she had to yell at her seatmate. Once, she tried to turn her head and look for Robert but Mama immediately caught her gaze and raised her brows in reprimand. So, Cora refrained from looking that way and instead looked down at her plate or observed the sloppily eating senex next to her. Cora felt a headache coming up. A strain in her shoulders pulled nastily at the muscles in her neck and the back of her head. The Baron’s slurping didn’t help it.

Only when the main course was getting served, Cora and Robert could take up their silent communication. The direction of conversation had swapped again and the dinner guests leaned back in their chairs, digesting the first bits and helping themselves to the next course. Cora could see how Robert exhaled with relief when she noticed his look. His shoulders relaxed and a tiny grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. The chubby lady next to him was evidently occupied with putting just the right amount of chicken breast on her plate, and Robert took advantage of the pause in the conversation to take up his little game of suggestive looks with his wife. Cora felt her former tension dissipate little by little. She saw how Robert’s mood visibly bettered and it made her heart soar. His eyes caressed her features from afar and a familiar heat grew in her. Cora noticed his lips twitch when his eyes scanned her cleavage and the neckline of her dress. She now felt the heat on her neck and jaw and couldn’t do anything against the stronger movement of her chest at her sudden need for air. Robert was mastering the art of getting her in a state of total fluster in a few seconds. It was a growing obsession of his to undress her with his eyes.

“Are you quite alright, Lady Downton?” Lord Branksome inquired. Her eyes snapped back to the gentleman beside her. She blinked quickly to forget her former thoughts.

“Yes, yes. I’m absolutely fine,” she smiled apologising.

Lord Branksome looked at her sceptically. “Only you look so flushed if I might say so.”

Cora cleared her throat in embarrassment. She gave him a stern look and he immediately looked away. He realised that this was a misstep.

“Excuse my rude remark.” He was the one now that was flustered. “I was very wrong in this regard.”

“It is quite alright. Are you enjoying the dish? It is one of my favourites,” Cora stirred the conversation in a lighter direction. She hoped dinner wouldn’t take too long now. All she could think about was a different company. The most pleasant company. But he was detained at the other end of the table.

If you want to send in a prompt, the list is here.

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rickie-the-storyteller · 9 months

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*ecstatic waving*

For the character ask thing.

Can you please tell me about Alice?

*cheerfully waves back*

My first character ask ever! Let's go!

I love Alice so much. She's an underrated character in the series imo. I'd love to tell you a few things about her.

I'll try not to give any major spoilers... in case you want to read what I've posted related to the story yourself. But here's Alice in a nutshell!

(More below)

Here's a link to a small summary I've written recently for the series where Alice appears:

I wasn't allowed to mention any names, but Alice is the "sassy American redhead." I don't think I've ever straight-up mentioned the fact that she's an American girl, but if you follow the dialogue series for this story, you'd notice she says more "American" things lol (e.g. she refers to her mum as "Mom," while the rest of the characters say "Mum" 'cause they're all British haha). I wanted her to either be from Dallas or Kansas since it's where a few of my uncles and cousins live and I've been to those places a ton of times. Haven't officially decided yet, though. And it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things, so... idk.

I've given her a little backstory as to how she and her family got to London in the first place - she grew up in America with her mum, Jenna, and her twin sister, Mary. Her father died when she was four. For the majority of her life, it's just been her mother and sister in the house. But then, Jenna meets Victor Johnson. They get together and after a couple of years of dating and meeting the rest of each other's friends and family (including Ben Leigh, Stephanie's boyfriend! Small world, huh?), they get married. And Jen, Mary and Alice all move to Victor's place in London. This happened when the twins are about 12 years old - just in time to start secondary school (I haven't come up with a name for the school yet lol. But I was thinking something like "Canary Hill" Secondary School? Or something... I like "Canary" because that's a type of bird, and one of the friends in the crew is super sporty, so it would be like the sports teams at the school have a kind of mascot lol. Even though we don't do mascots in England)

Which eventually brings us to now! By the events of the story, Alice is 17 (and she's a summer child lol. Her birthday is July 23rd, which makes her the youngest in the crew. Everyone else in the crew is already 18 or turns 18 early on in the story. Her birthday is right at the end). She's doing well! By now she has made a few friends and is currently in her final year of Sixth Form, studying Physics, Computing and Dance. Mary is in a different school (I called it "Brexham") because she's gifted. And at the very start of the series, we see her stressing herself out trying to do well at her most recent set of mock exams. Only to find out that she only barely passed when she got her results.

In terms of what her place in the group is, she's kind of the most "normal" out of all of the friends. Like... to an extent, they all sort of fit into a certain archetype or stereotype of some kind (I use these as a starting point and then work to develop them beyond that, and make them unique). So, there's the confident "it-girl" (Stephanie), the jock (Dylan), the troubled rebel (Bret) and the brainiac (Elise). Alice is an ordinary girl... but I labelled her as the sassy one, since she definitely has some of the most witty lines and a sarcastic sense of humour. She has a normal life... nothing huge or bad really happens to her. She and her family are a symbol of stability and security in the story (one of the characters even stays at her place when they get fed up of the stress of their own home lives). I think this is why her character is underrated in the story - she's just kind of there to most people, while others have whole crazy storylines, and they do crazy things. Alice just kind of vibes lol.

But there is so much more to her than all that. Like I said, she's one of the funnier characters (in my honest opinion. But they all have funny moments), and this was intentional from the beginning. She is incredibly insecure. And she masks a lot of her insecurities with humour. She's like the Chandler Bing of the group lol (not saying she's as funny as him lol. But you get what I'm saying). She's also prone to comparing herself with other people - she lives with a literal genius twin, and she struggles in school. She also thinks her life is super boring in comparison with everyone else she knows. She's constantly thinking, "Everyone is awesome so why aren't I?!?!" Poor thing lol.

But the thing about insecurities is that you focus so much on those things, that you forget about what makes you great. And a lot of the things you are self-conscious about are in your head (like, people don't notice those things about yourself that you hate). Alice has a lot of admirable traits and talents - she's funny and charismatic in her own unique way, she's a kind, supportive friend that is insanely loyal and always willing to help a friend out, she's an incredible dancer, she's hardworking and has a lot of resilience and drive, and she doesn't let failure get her down and stop her from improving. Remember how I said that she almost failed her mocks at the start of the story? Well, by the end, she's getting great grades, and she even wins an award for "most improved student of the year." She doesn't let a bad experience define her or overwhelm her too much... she learns from her failures and negative experiences, and she takes the time to grow and improve herself. She's actually really inspiring!

So yeah. That's Alice in a nutshell. Thank you so much for the ask, @the-stray-storyteller!! This was so much fun. Love talking about my characters <3

Here are a few more links for you (hope you enjoy these!):

#rickie-the-storyteller #writerblr #steph's crew #original content #Alice #character asks #character analysis

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