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Sweet Child

Kars x Child!reader (platonic)

Tw: Child death,some kinda angst???

Word count: 656

Long ago Kars adopted a human child that was from a hamon tribe that had gotten lost and was not scared of him but curious .This child was named (y/n),they were born with curiosity .(Y/n) was always exploring and that was the reason why they got lost. You had accidently found the place the pillar men were camping and was hiding behind a tree watching them. Kars was the one who noticed them first seeing your (h/c) and (e/c) at night. He then went to the tree you were and hid. When you went to peak again you had noticed one was missing and then heard his voice. “So you're the presence I felt” Kars says looking down at you. You jumped a little and turned around slowly,now staring up at him. “I didn't mean to stare at you mr, I just got curious of you since you're different than others” you say with your big colored eyes staring at him with curiosity. Kars was surprised you were not scared of him but curious of him, he then decided to ask you where your parents were. “Little one, where are your parents?” Kars asked you. You then put your index finger on your lips as you think. You then realized that you were lost and went too far into the forest. You drop your head in despair as you tell the man. “I got lost” you say with a sad voice. “Well I could help you but tell me your name first,child.” Kars says crouched to reach your level. You raise your head as you say your name. “My name is (y/n),what's yours mr?” (y/n) ask. Kars thinks about it and says his name. “My name is Kars,” He says with pride.

A few weeks passed and (y/n) was still with Kars,he taught them how to catch fish and hunt animals.(Y/n) parents were neglectful to them so (y/n) say Kars as a father figure.One time you were being tucked by Kars and you had called him papa as you fell asleep.Kars had been surprised you had called him papa but he never asked you for this.A few days later while at night looking for berries,you had found you home,the tribe.Your parents were happy that you came back but you had asked them who they were. “(Y/n),we are your parents” they said as you stared them at them shocked.Kars knew you were away for a long time so he went to find you and saw you were by a tribe.Your parents noticed him and screamed about a pillarmen.You were scared and confused and then saw Kars.You removed your parents arm around you and ran to Kars,hugging him. “Papa!” you said as you ran to Kars ,hiding you face in his leg.Kars then crouched and hugged you. The tribe had come to see the comotion of your parents screaming and then seeing Kars. “A pillar men is attacking that child!”Had screamed someone from the hamon tribe. Some of the hamon warriors had swords and spears to attack the pillar men with. One went to attack Kars but you stood in front of the weapon and it went into through you,blood falled from you mouth as you closed your eyes and dying in front of Kars. Kars held your dead body with anger and tears. “You fools,you dare to attack me and then you kill my child” Kars yelled as he looked at them filled with rage,he had killed everybody in that tribe. After the slaughter of the tribe, Kars went to your body and took it to a flower field and placed your body there. Kars was sure of something he would kill all,and become the perfect being to make this world perfect for you.

Heres some lil sketches I did last night. Poor Brain.. he just wants to take over the world.

„maybe in another universe I'm not the constantly upset teenage daughter who's scared of failure“

the other universe:

ghost regulus haunting grimmauld place and watching as sirius moves in after his parents death, bringing remus and james and peter with him, filling the once dark space with light and band posters and music

clairvoyant james (who doesn't know he can see ghosts others can't) startled by a beautiful pale boy watching his brother wistfully as he dances freely, taking down the tapestries and pictures of their parents

ghost regulus making direct eye contact with james, his grey cheeks darkening as he retreats through a wall, hiding in the attic until he knows that james has gone, knowing that someone knows he's here, that he exists

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

In the warmth and safety of your bed you tried to ignore the way your phone was buzzing lost in the sheets. You had decided to stay home for once instead of letting your friends rope you into going to some party you didn’t want to be miserable at. Instead you’d enjoyed some alone time and crawled into bed as it had grown darker outside. Being home, on Earth, was still a surreal experience for you. But after the destruction of Alternia and the mass exodus of trolls fleeing the carnage you had slowly tried to come to terms with it. Which all yet again led to your predicament. Again your phone buzzed and giving into demands you picked it up and checked your messages. 

Most of them were pictures of the party you had declined to go to, all from Cirava. Scrolling mindlessly through them you paused on his last few texts. 

‘Where are you lmao’

‘Thought I saw you sneak out carrying your shoes’

‘I still need those back btw lol’

Sighing heavily you already knew the guy was higher than a damn kite. He usually was when he deigned to go to parties and if you weren’t with him he had a tendency to pull shit like this. Another message pinged through.

‘Must have been dreaming of bumping into you or something lmao’

It could have been a sweet compliment. Unfortunately things were never that simple. Letting the phone slip out of your grasp and back onto the bed you rolled over and tried to get some sleep. You’d managed to doze for a short bit before your phone began to buzz more insistently. Groaning in frustration you snatched it from your side and squinted angrily at the photoshopped image of Cirava on a moisturewave background. Rolling your eyes you hit decline on the call. Just as soon as you had done so the phone lit up again with his caller ID. Hitting decline again you checked the time and felt another swell of annoyance. 

‘Its 3 AM Cirava’

‘I’m tryna change your mind lmao’

‘Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ 

Letting the phone fall onto your chest you tried to take a deep breath. He was just high and lonely. You didn’t want to be cruel but it was truthful, he really only called you when he was high. Always trying to talk you into something or another but tonight you were going to stay home and ignore it. You could apologize in the morning but not now, not tonight. Again your phone rang and in a fit of frustration you finally answered it, cutting Cirava off mid greeting. 

“Hi.” You replied flatly, “Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” 

“Lemme get somewhere darker.” He shouted over the music in the background, you knew he was only going to talk the same shit he always did. “I need a partner.” 

You sighed, doubting he could hear it over the noise. 

“Well, are you out tonight?” He continued. 

“Cirava its getting harder and harder to get you to listen, you know that right?” 

“What?” He shouted clearly not having heard you. 

“You’re incapable of making alright decisions, always having bad ideas.” 

“Its only three in the morning,” He scoffed, “and I’m tryin’ to change your mind.” 

You stayed silent. Frustration was back along with old hurt. 

“I left you multiple missed calls-,”

Unable to stand it anymore you cut him off.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You asked. Maybe it was the hurt talking or maybe you still wanted a genuine answer. Either way you knew you wouldn’t get one. For a moment the other side of the line was silent and you wondered if he’d hung up on you. 

“I can’t see you here.” He spoke, voice surprisingly subdued, “ Wonderin’ where I am.” 

What was that supposed to mean? Did he like jerking you around for his own amusement?

“It sort of feels like I’m runnin’ out of time.” He sighed, you could hear the rustle of fabric and realized abruptly that it was silent on the other side, “I haven’t found all I was hoping to find.” 

“Cirava-,”

“I know you said you gotta be up early in the morning, ‘gotta have an early night’, but I’m worried I’m startin’ to bore you, baby.” The use of the human pet name had you on edge. Cirava rarely bothered to use it. 

“Then call me when you’re no longer high.” You replied softer than you’d like. 

You knew he wouldn’t. 

He only called you when he was high.