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Antigonick by Anne Carson / I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson / Electra by Sophokles / Erica E. Goode

Don’t Worry- an Onward minific

It’s been about a year since the events of the movie, and today would have been Wilden Lightfoot’s birthday. Barley, Ian, and their mother, Laurel, are about to celebrate; but Barley still has a nag in his gut about the events of that fateful day. Guilt that Ian never really got to see their father. Ian sorts things out, and the brothers have a heart to heart. ----

The sun was setting over the peaks of the distant mountains, and Barley Lightfoot let out a sigh as he watched through the window of his messy bedroom. Today would have been Wilden Lightfoot’s birthday. Today was his father’s birthday. It had been almost a year since Barley and his brother, Ian, had set out on their totally awesome quest to bring back the other half of their dad; and his little brother had already turned seventeen years old. The kid was almost as tall as Barley himself, but had still managed to maintain his small frame and bony elbows. Barley smiled to himself at just how much Ian had grown. “He owes an awful lot of that to you, you know,” the voice of his father still rang in his long ears as if they had just been said. Barley smiled wider. Suddenly, a knock at his door made him lazily turn his head.

“Hey, Barley?” The familiar squeak of Ian’s voice came through the door.

Barley’s smile began to fade. Ian. Ian never had the opportunity to speak to their father that day... it had been the kid’s dream to meet him. An involuntary rush of guilt ran through Barley’s gut. 

“Uh.... Barley?” Oh. Right. Ian. Ian was at his door. Barley shook his head and puffed out his chest. “Come in, dear brother! What is it you seek?”

A chuckle could be heard from the other side of the wall, and the door clicked open to Ian, a goofy smile on his face. He was wearing their Dad’s sweatshirt. 

“We’re about to celebrate Dad’s birthday, so uh, come out of your Knight’s Quarters and let’s have some cake.”

Barley laughed.

“All right, be right there,” He said, turning away from his brother. 

There was a pause. Ian hadn’t left yet. Had he... said something wrong? He soon heard his little brother pipe up from his place in the doorway. 

“Um... Is everything okay? With you? You seem kinda... Out of it?” 

Barley fought the smile rising to his lips at how awkward the boy sounded, and sighed instead. Here we go. 

“I, uh.... dunno if you’d wanna talk about it.”

At that, Ian cocked his head as his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He began to walk deeper into the room, careful to avoid the Quests of Yore action figures and miscellaneous articles of clothing on the floor. 

“What... do you mean?” He asked softly, stopping at the foot of Barley’s bed. Barley cleared his throat.

“It’s about... that day, y’know, when all that happened, with dad.”

Ian’s face fell as he suddenly found that the floor looked very interesting. A soft  “Oh,” escaped his lips, and he tentatively sat down on the bed next to Barley. Ian began to tug at his sleeve, a thing that he always did when he was nervous. The movement did not escape Barley. 

“What about it? I mean, I know I made a lot of... big mistakes when all that happe-”

“No no no no! That’s not what I meant,” Barley waved his hands in front of him and shook his head, quick to cut his brother off from whatever train of thought he had starting. 

“What I um, what I mean is, well..., “ Barley slowly removed his hat. How was he going to say this?

“Sometimes I just... feel bad.. Th-that I was the one to... see him. I mean, yeah, I only had a few memories of him, but at least I knew him. You were the one who wanted to see him. More than anything. But....” 

Barley’s words trailed off when he felt a small weight on his left foot. Looking down, he realized Ian had placed his own foot there. Barley let his eyes rise to meet his brother’s. Ian’s eyes shone in the evening light. They were brown, but they almost looked gold. Barley continued on, more uncertain. 

“But... I mean... You never got to.. and-”

“Barley.”

Ian’s voice was quiet, but confident. 

“Do you remember what I told you that day? After everything was over?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Barley. I told you that, yeah, I never really had a dad, but I always had you,  And.. I’m happy it’s that way. I did see him, too. I heard him laugh....” Ian looked for a moment, smiling wistfully at the memory before looking back up. “And sure I didn’t actually talk to him, but you shouldn’t blame yourself for that.” 

Ian’s slim hand softly gripped Barley’s thick shoulder. 

“You... deserved to see him again, and.. I’m just glad I have you. Don’t beat yourself up for something that isn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for anything that happened, okay?”

Barley felt tears rush to his eyes as he smiled.

“...... Okay.”

There was a moment of silence with only a sniffle or two from Barley before Ian opened his arms for a hug. 

“Just c’mere already, you oaf.”

Barley didn’t have to be told twice. He laughed as he scooped his brother into his arms, squeezing Ian into a bear hug. Ian buried his face in Barley’s shoulder, his curls tickling Barley’s neck and ear as Barley held tight onto his brother’s small frame.

 They sat like that for a moment, the last rays of daylight streaking into the bedroom before Ian’s muffled voice rose from the depths of Barley’s shirt. 

“Plus there was a huge fire-breathing stone dragon that you probably couldn’t have done much about if I were the one to stay-”

“Okay I get it,” Barley said with a grin, squeezing Ian tighter and hearing a small cough and a giggle escape the younger boy’s lips. He pulled away and let Ian catch his breath.

“Hey,” Said Barley, quietly. Ian lifted his eyes as Barley placed his foot over his brother’s. 

“Thanks.”

Ian grinned.

“Any time, Barley.”

Suddenly, a voice rose from down the hall.

“Are you two coming or am I going to have to eat this whole thing by myself?”

Laurel Lightfoot, their mother, called to them from the dining room. 

Ian turned back to Barley.

“You, uh, ready to come back ou-”

Barley had suddenly scooped up his little brother into his arms and off his feet. 

“Barley! What’re you-”

Barley stood as Ian tried to wriggle out of his tight grip. 

“Well, sir Lightfoot, it seems as though our mother awaits our council!” Barley boomed in his dramatic Quests of Yore voice.

“Barley!” Ian exclaimed through a fit of giggles.

“Aaaaand, off we go!”

Barley hauled Ian all the way to the dining room despite the boy’s halfhearted protests,  where the cake and their mother were waiting, and the three of them celebrated Wilden Lightfoot’s birthday as a family as the first stars began to twinkle. 

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Hello and thank you to anyone who decided to read this!! I plan on making at least one art piece for this fic, as I’m more of an artist than a writer, and then later moving everything to AO3 so stay tuned if you’re interested! I’d love to hear any feedback anyone has to give me, I’d love to hear tips or advice on how to improve my writing abilities! 

We talk about the brother relationship between James and Sirius and them calling each other brother and seeing the other as their brother (for Sirius his other brother)

But you know what we don’t talk about enough

PANDORA AND REGULUS ARE ALSO SIBLINGS

Reacting to their younger sibling getting hit on in front of them

diluc & kaeya x sibling!reader

summary—> your diluc and kaeya’s little sister and some creeps start hitting on you and they get really get aggravated.

warning(s)/genre—> fluff, swearing, mentions of inappropriate touching

A/N; just wanted to mention towards the end theres intimacy(arm holding/hand holding etc) between the reader and diluc, I’m gonna assume just to be safe that someone is gonna get on my ass about it saying how “it’s creepy they’re siblings” I hold/hug my older sisters hand/arm especially if i’m anxious when we’re out, same with my dad so it’s normal for me, and it’s not weird! ty.

It was a rather rowdy night at the tavern; you were sitting at the bar with kaeya and sister rosaria, and a certain mouthy bard, waiting for diluc to get off shift to head home together. You were humming and listening to the drunken adults ramble about stuff.

you were only 16, so you couldn’t drink yet, but diluc kindly gave you a glass of grape juice to enjoy until he closes the tavern. Taking a sip of your grape juice you notice an older man take the seat next to you on your right. But you pay no mind and turn your attention to your noisy drunken older brother. That is until the older man started to get a bit too close to you, so you scoot your stool away from him, but he just scoots closer. Starting to get anxious, you wonder if you should say something until you feel a hand on your thigh.

“Erm..excuse me sir, but can you please keep your hands to yourself..” you try and shoo his hand away but his grip becomes tighter and he doesn’t budge. “Cmon’..there’s no harm in it, say why don’t I buy ya’ a drink? we can have a little fun together, whadda say, pretty girl...” you can smell the alcohol in his breath and you almost gag. “no thanks, please leave me alone-“ you mumble but the old mans hand starts to creep up your leg.

You yelp and try and sit back but end up falling off the stool and making a loud crash, which results in everyone looking at you. “Y/N, Are you alright?” you hear your red headed brother say, and you look up to see him kneeling beside you. “U-uhm, yes, yeah, I’m alright” you mumble as he helps you up. “sorry sweet cheeks, did I scare ya? I didn’t mean to, just being friendly.” the old man reached out to grab you but you backed up out of his grasp and bumped in to diluc who was behind you, and you see kaeya grip the mans arm, “Have you never learned to keep your hands to yourself, hmm?” Your blue headed brother says and you watch as diluc steps in front of you. “Is this old man bothering you, Y/N?” diluc asks and you nod, “he was making me uncomfortable..his hand was, erm, touching me..” You rub your arms and step back a bit.

“It’s not that deep, I was just being friendly..trying to shoot my shot on a cute little girl.” the old man tries to defend his actions, “Excuse me?” the red head scoffs, “praying on little girls? oh how low of you..” kaeya starts “looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson?” he gets up, standing next to diluc and the man also stands. “There’s nothing wrong with it-“ diluc cuts him off, scoffing and pinching the bridge of his nose, “There’s nothing wrong with it? she’s 16, what are you 60? there’s Everything wrong with it. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” the old man opens his mouth to argue but kaeya quickly shuts him up, “before we make you leave. understood?” glaring daggers at the guy.

The old man angrily takes his leave, and the two brothers turn to you, bombarding you with questions and concerns. “Are you alright?” “did he hurt you?” “do you need anything?” “would you like me to beat him up?” question after question, with no time to answer any of them. “Get off her ass, you two aren’t even giving her the opportunity to answer all the dumb questions your throwing at her.” Rosaria says as she takes a sip of her booze. “right, sorry.” diluc says and he turns to you. “I’m alright, I’m not hurt, I just want to go home, and no, you don’t need to beat him up.” you let out a sigh of relief and a small chuckle. “I’m sure diluc has no problem closing the tavern, right brother?” Kaeya says, in a teasing manner for the last part. “mhmm, of course, it’s about time I close up the tavern anyway.”

When there’s nobody left in the tavern except for you and your brothers, you hug kaeya goodbye, “Thank you, for earlier..” you say as you squeeze him tightly in the hug. wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back, “Well, it is my purpose to look out for my adorable younger sister.” he chuckles and you let go smiling, waving good bye.

When you and diluc are walking back to the Manner, you hook your arm around your brothers and lean on his arm. “Are you alright?” you smile, nodding. “Mhm,I just want to say thank you, for earlier, for looking out for me..” you hug his arm tighter and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Of course, I would do anything to make you feel safe.” You smile and giggle, walking silently back to the manner with your older brother.

5:37 pm 9/02/2021