#american football fanfiction

[boltupbitches]

Requests are Open!

I am going to start writing for requests again next weekend (6/10/23). If you'd like to submit a request, please feel free to do so! The players I write for can be found in my masterlist.

[davidshawnsown]

USA FOOTBALL AND NFL ONE SHOT - Are we ready to be in Ukraine - or are we not ready?

(AN: Russia's invasion of Ukraine, which began a week after Superbowl 56, is one of the biggest wars we've ever witnessed in recent memory, one that has had the attention of millions in these past few months. Now as the war continues on, the focus of the American people remain on how the war has affected the political and economic landscape of the world as the country faces a variety of enviromental and social issues, especially with the huge Russian involvement and financial aid to far rightists as well as far-leftists now being unraveled. The sport of American football, which has its roots in both soccer and rugby and began as a collegiate sport in the 1860s before the 1920 formation of the National Football League - just two years after the end of the First World War - which led to the nationwide and now global recognition and fame it now enjoys as one of the top pro team sports of the nation, has had its share of players serving the nation in both World Wars and in other military operations by the United States Armed Forces, past and present. And now the sport has grown once more, with two spring time minor leagues, 4 indoor pro leagues, the ever popular collegiate circuit with its elite conferences and the growing women's football scene in both flag and tackle forms. And of course, the national football programs have made the country proud more than ever in international competitions. This fic is the first one shot set in the current war and featuring many of the faces of the NFL, USFL, XFL, the indoor leagues and USA Football's national teams, ensuring the increased awareness of this conflict among the fanfiction writers online.)

HEADQUARTERS, 202ND BRIGADE COMBAT TEAM

INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA

FEBRUARY 27, 2022

1400H CST

The 202nd Brigade Combat Team, the primary component of the larger 169th Command and its principal fighting force, had just finished the winter season and also had considered reinstating the regimental level at this time, having just honored the command's former commanding general, reitired GEN Raymond T. Odierno, who in 2019 was named honorary colonel in chief of the brigade and died just months ago. Just days ago, its new commanding general Peter W. Chiarelli formally assumed the office of commanding general and is expected to appoint LTG Todd Berry as his successor given his advanced age, with Peter choosing instead to be honorary colonel in chief like his predecessor was. Peter and Todd have agreed in principle for the return of the regimental level for the infantry components of the brigade, and they have also confirmed COL Scott Hallenbeck will remain the brigade's executive officer.

It was a stellar 2021 for this consituent service of the Army Reserve and its components. But now the brigade's command, led by BG Eric Mayes, given the international situation resulting from the fallout of Russia's invasion of Ukraine that began days ago, is seriously monitoring how the other mobilization commands are handling the aftermath. Already the 78th Brigade has been deployed to Eastern Europe and with the announcement of the International Legion of Territorial Defense's establishment has been back and forth of Ukraine to escort willing Americans who have retired from the forces to give this new force the experienced servicemen needed to help Ukraine's fight against the aggressor. 1st Battalion's commanding officer, LTC Patterson, has been concerned with the international situation and has been thinking: will the brigade be deployed to Ukraine or not in the weeks and months to come?

This was the same for COL Rudy Wyland, part of the 2017 national contingent who got recalled just 3 weeks ago, and those of the other national contingents. All are being asked to join the 1st Battalion with personnel having finished basic training but with ties to units of the command or in residence in these units' recruting AOR to man the rest of the formations, which will all be mobilized.

The 1st, 2nd and 3rd Battalions based in Indianapolis and the 4th and 5th Battalions based in Anderson serve as the primary infantry formations of this brigade, which also has an armored battalion. Organized since 2003 as a brigade combat team the brigade also has combat and service support elements, its depot elements and its 6th battalion based in Martinsville which serves as the OPCON battalion and secondary depot unit. All personnel come from all over the nation - college graduates of the ROTC program, enlisted personnel having finished basic training, West Point and OCS alumni, and civilian staff assigned. 1 more infantry battalion is being activated in Springfield given that it is the state capital with partnerships being worked on with the ROTC program and student brigade of Purdue University.

Now that Ukraine is fighting back against Russia, the question still lies for the 202nd BCT to answer Ukraine's call as the world watches the heroic resistance of Ukrainians. No matter what the decision they would make in this regard the brigade is ready to answer to the call to serve in the interests of national defense and assistance to allies around the world.

@tulowitzki @agender-adrastea @hourcat

[rafeinterlude]

star football player! rafe cameron ☆

-made by me, photos found on pinterest

[theresonly1u]

There's Only One You 2024: a sports rpf short fanworks prompt meme is live!

262 fanworks in 12 different sports rpf fandoms. Check out the works and the fandoms and grab a cup of coffee 'cause it's just banger after banger across fandoms!

Thank you everyone for your hard work in making this another wonderful year! It is a joy to do this with you again. Your enthusiasm and joie de vivre make all the logistical stuff worthwhile.

Creators - make sure you update the posting date on your works to today so it appears at the top of the tag, especially if you posted weeks ago! Your names will be revealed on Monday, April 8 between 9am-10am pt (unless your work is also in anonymous collection.)

Everyone - if you enjoyed a work, slam that kudos button and leave a comment! Short works do not get nearly enough attention in fandom and these creators worked hard - let them know what you loved about their work! And I'll emphasize that doubly for the podficcers, artists, and fanmixers here, because those are also creators that don't see a lot of praise even beyond short fics. tl;dr: kudos + comment if you liked it!

Thank you all!! Settle in for a good weekend because we've got a lot to enjoy here 🌞

[nani-nonny]

I'm so mental illness about apaf

ME

The hours I’ve spent thinking about them…

If you listen close you can hear them rattling in my head as I cry just thinking about having my to write my thoughts down—shake my head like a maraca and listen to the rhythm of me tumbling down another rabbit hole of peepaw storytelling

[hedonistbyheart]

The metric for "spot the US fic writer" in spideypool fics seems to be people who think Wade Wilson gives a toss about uncle sam (unless it's the other Wilson) or about American football. I've lived with Canadians. They're Not Normal about ice hockey okay. They're just not.

[slaymybreathaway]

YOU'VE REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

♡ Chapter Five ♡

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Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warning: underage drinking, intoxication, jealousy, mentions of SA (kinda)

1963 ♡ Will Rodgers High School

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As the bell rang at the end of 5th period on Friday, Gracie walked from her American History class to her locker. She noticed a few cheerleaders standing against the lockers, which she recognised from their uniform. Her eyes scanned for Sally but she wasn't there.

Gracie opened her locker, trying to think of what she needed for her next class, when a voice could be heard from the other side of her locker door.

"Hey Gracie," Paul said as he opened his own locker, which was just two to the right of hers.

"Oh hey Paul, any exciting plans for the weekend? Gracie asked with a smile. Despite him being a soc, Paul was always friendly to her.

"Yeah, a couple guys from the team are throwing a beer blast by the river tonight after the game. I've been trying to convince Curtis to go all week, but he still refuses," he sighed. Gracie chuckled, she knew Darry's stubborness better than anyone.

"Yeah, well good luck with that," the girl closed her locker door.

Then, the volume of the cheerleaders' conversation increased so that everyone close-by could hear what they were talking about. "Yeah it will be so much fun. Who are you going to prom with, Shelly?" one of the girls asked.

"Well actually," Shelly's eyes glanced over towards Gracie and Paul before she continued. "Darry Curtis asked me to prom yesterday after practice. Isn't he such a hunk?" She asked her friends.

The rest of the cheerleaders giggled in agreement but a few meters away, Gracie's face dropped into a look of shock as she stood for a moment, silent and motionless. Paul noticed this and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Gracie I-"

His words were cut off by the bell ringing and before he got a chance to repeat himself, Gracie darted down the hallway. She didn't stop until she reached her Science class, where she took a seat beside Sally.

"Why are you so bothered about this? He's the football captain, obviously he's gonna bring the cheer captain to prom." She thought, but her thoughts were getting to loud and she just wanted to forget about them. So she turned to Sally and asked

"Hey are you going to the beer blast down by the river tonight?"

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"Let's Go Tigers, Let's Go! Let's Go Tigers, Let's Go!" The crowd chanted over and over. Gracie was at the sidelines with her camera, trying to get some decent shots. She had managed to get a clear photo of the cheer pyramid that she was certain would make it into the yearbook.

It was nearing the end of the fourth quater and the score was tied. It seemed like everyone was on the edge of their seats with the anticipation, 30 seconds wasn't much time to secure a win. The seconds counted down as Darry caught the ball. He ran as fast as he could, dodging the defense of his oposing team as he sprinted through the end line and-

TOUCHDOWN!

The crowd cheered energetically as the final buzzer sounded, signalling that Will Rodgers High had won the game.

The team surrounded Darry as they cheered "Curtis! Curtis! Curtis!"

The huddle dispearsed when the player's girlfriends ran on to the field, pulling them close in a celebratory kiss. Darry's eyes darted around as he looked for Gracie, secretly hoping that she would run up to him too.

He found her, leaving the field with the Sally, not even acknoledging his win.

Where is she going? He thought.

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"Come on Gracie, He's outside!" Sally called out from the bottom step of her staircase, where she was sat buckling the strap of her black wedges.

"God, you're so impatient!" She called back, throwing her red lipstick into her handbag and checking herself in Sally's bedroom mirror one last time before heading downstairs.

She wore a black leather mini skirt, a red gingham shirt pulled up and tied just below her boobs and a pair of red mary-janes. Her hair was slightly twisted and pinned in on either side, showing off her face and perfect makeup (courtesy of Sally).

"Damn girl, you look smokin' !" Sally exclaimed and jokingly whistled as Gracie did a spin. Although she was happy her friend finally agreed to go out, she was suspicious as to why.

"Hey, why do you wanna go to this beer blast anyways? You're usually against all that stuff," she asked, standing up and grabbing her handbag from the couch.

Gracie shrugged "Wanted to see what all the fuss was about," she lied, with a fake smile plastered across her face.

Sally nodded and smiled back, although she didn't believe her one bit. The pair left the house and saw a red Chevy Corvette Stingray parked outside, a car like that could only belong to a really wealthy soc.

"Who is this guy?" Gracie asked, leaning closer to her friend. Sally said that the guy she was going out with was picking them up, nothing else.

"His name is Charlie, he's super rich and super hot," she nudged Gracie's shoulder and led the way to the car, swinging her hips as she did so.

Gracie chuckled and followed her friend close behind. They got in the car and Charlie drove down to the riverside, where the party was happening. She had to admit that Sally was right, he was hot.

For the first half hour of the night, everything was fine. She stuck with Charlie and Sally as she drank one or two beers and listened to the music. It all went downhill, however, when Sally and Charlie disappeared to make out under the bridge.

That wasn't the reason for the downfall, infact she was happy that her friend had someone to kiss. It was just that the moment Sally left, Shelly arrived.

There she was, in her short dress, her blonde hair cascading down past her shoulders in waves. She looked beautiful, no one could deny that and that made Gracie incredibly jealous.

Of course Darry would wanna go out with her, just look at her... god stop being jealous Gracie, just stop- thinking! She thought as she picked up another beer and chugged it, figuring it was the quickest way to get what she wanted, an empty brain.

Beer after beer after beer, her vision got blurry and so did her thoughts. So much so that when a guy came up to her and started guiding her back to his car, she followed.

Darry got out of his truck, fixing his short, freshly greased hair. He wore a pair of new-ish blue jeans, a brown belt holding them up, and a black t-shirt, which showed off every muscle on his body. The T-shirt was covered by his red and white letterman jacket.

When he walked down to the riverside, he was immediately met with people congratuating him on his win and girls who were very obviously coming onto him. He very politely excused himself as he looked around for Paul, who was the one that had convinced him to come.

Instead, he saw Gracie walking up the hill with a guy. Well, less walking and more stumbling, as she was so drunk that she could barely stand up but the guy with her seemed perfectly sober.

He marched up the hill behind them and placed a firm hand on the guy's shoulder. "What you think you're doing there, pal?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow.

As the guy turned around, Darry could see who it was. His name was Chris and he was the substitue line-backer who spent all this past season on the bench. By the look on his face, it was clear that he wasn't expecting the football captain to be standing behind him.

"Uh, I was just-" he stuttered out.

"Not with her, you weren't," he spoke back coldly. He then pulled Gracie away from Chris' side and started walking back to his truck with his arm around her waist, to stop her from falling over onto the grass.

"Hey, I'm real sorry Darry," Chris ran to Darry's side and practically begged for his apology to be accepted. "If I'd known that she was your girl then-"

Darry stopped in his tracks and turned to face the boy beside him. "Well now you know... and you better get the hell out of here before I beat your ass," he threatened, his veins almost popping out of his neck in anger.

Chris nodded and scurried away. It was just then an extremely intoxicated Gracie looked up and mumbled "Darry? 'S that you?"

The dark-haired boy's expression softened as he looked down to the girl by his side "Yeah darlin' it's me,"

Gracie giggled at the nickname before she realised that they were were walking away from the party. "Where'r we goin'?" Her words were slurred but they had a immenent tone of confusion.

"I'm bringing you home," he said simply.

Gracie gasped dramatically and pushed Darry away from her. She quickly realised that she couldn't stand by herself so she sat on the grass and crossed her arms, like a child throwing a tantrum. "I'm not going, s' too early,"

Darry ran a hand through his hair with a sigh as he realised that this was going to be harder than he thought. He kneeled down beside the girl and tried to talk. "I know, but you're drunk and it's best if I just get you home, doll," he spoke with a soft tone.

"Why?" She asked, giving Darry a death-glare.

"Because it's not safe for you here. That guy was trying to take advantage of you and I bet that he wasn't the only one thinking that way. I care about you too much to let that happen to you, Gracie," he responded, taking the girl's hand in his.

Gracie pulled her hand away and turned to face the other way. "Stop lying Darry, I hate liers," she said softly as she pulled her knees to her chest, her eyes watering up.

Darry was confused at the girl's words. "What?"

"You don't care about me, you care about Shelly," she said as the tears finally spilled over and down her face. "I know you asked her to prom,"

This just made Darry grow even more confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about,"

Gracie turned back to face him. "I told you to stop lying to me! I heard Shelly telling all her friends about how you two are going to prom together!" She shouted, before starting to cry again, her body shaking with every sob.

Darry leaned over and picked Gracie up bridal style, as he carried her back to his truck. He placed her onto the passenger seat gently and shut the door. Just as he was about to get in on the driver's side, an idea came over him.

"I'll be back in a minute," he said before locking the doors of the truck and walking back down to the party. He didn't stop until he was face to face with Shelly, who was talking to Paul by the edge of the river.

"Hiya Darry, how's it going?" Shelly smiled.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked, glancing over at Paul.

The blond boy immediately understood and threw the half-full bottle of beer that was in his hand into the river next to him. "Damn, I accidently dropped by beer! Guess I gotta get a new one," he shrugged and walked away.

"Is everything alright Dar?" She asked sweetly, but Darry's crossed arms and tight jaw gave off the impression that everything was infact not alright.

"Why the hell are you telling everyone that I asked you to prom?" He said in a whisper-shout.

Seemingly unnaffected by the angry undertone, Shelly started to laugh. "Oh that! I just said to make Paul jealous, and it worked. He just asked me out! Oh I hope you didn't mind,"

Darry scoffed "Yeah, well I do mind. Gracie heard you and know she's upset for some reason? You're a really mean person and I hope Paul comes to his sences before it's too late!" He spoke, angrily before storming back to the car.

Shelly was left speechless, with her mouth hanging wide open. The interaction was soon forgotten when Paul came back and she put back on her flirtatious attitude.

Darry drove quickly through the streets of Tulsa. He never spoke to women like that but right now, he was too angry to care. It was only when he was parked outside the Micheals' house did he realise that Gracie had fallen asleep in the seat beside him.

He turned off the ignition and shook her lightly, she started to stir and eventually opened her eyes. "Where are we?" She asked, sleepily.

"Home," he replied, getting out of the truck "Let's get you into bed,"

Gracie nodded but then she suddenly remembered something. "Wait, my parents think that I'm sleepin' in Sally's tonight. Can I stay with you?" She asked, her eyes peeking out from behind her lashes.

Darry nodded. "Always," he said before walking around her side of the car and opening the door. He picked her up like he had before, she rested her head against his chest and by the time they had reached Darry's bedroom, she had already fallen asleep.

He took her shoes off and rolled her to her side, incase she puked during the night. He then pulled the bed-covers up to her shoulders and planted a kiss to the top her head.

"Goodnight," he whispered as he turned off the lamp beside the bed. Just as he turned to leave the room, he heard Gracie mutter in her sleep.

"G'night Superman,"

Taglist: @american-idiot-jpg @kaytheday

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[itsmrvlxh50]

The WIPs I am allowed (by myself) to tell you:

Hurt and kidnapped!Erik with Cherik and Dadneto

Football Cherik AU (for anyone’s confusion, I am from Greece, when I say football I mean football, where you kick a ball with your feet)

Brooklyn 99 AU with Erik as Holt and Charles as Kevin and the xmen as the team

That’s all, I have more but I fear that if I announce them, I will never get back to update them.

[arealfvckinglegacy]

Hello!

I'm currently working on the second fic in my Heartstopper American High School AU series (read the first fic here!), and I'm looking to get some beta readers.

I wrote and posted the first fic in like an hour because it was something that popped into my head and I needed it to exist immediately. But since I've decided to continue with more stories in the series, I want to take my time and make sure they're a bit more polished.

Let me know if you're interested!

[damnedtoearthnothell]

Any wips you would like to discuss

*crashes in* OH DO I? IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER WE HAVE:

1. Witch Mahomes chilling in KC and suddenly gets asked by the Chiefs to heal someone and is rlly good at it and then suddenly they realize oh hey he’s rlly good at football and the rest of the world is watching like “why tf do these guys trust a random witch”. Travis is in love with him.

2. Mahomes/Herbert being dumbasses for an off-season lmao

3. Fem!Mahomes/Herbert content?? yes??

4. A random Tyrann Matthieu/JJ Watt oneshot that popped into my head. It JUST MAKES SENSE

5. Hockey player TJ Watt and everyone is like “what JJ has ANOTHER brother. who plays hockey??” and Justin Pugh is simping for him

6. Justin Pugh/TJ Watt fic and half of it consists of Kliff Kingsbury not allowing JJ to kill his teammate.

7. I am a horse girl and therefore I'm putting Patrick Mahomes on a horse thanks. ayo ride me like you ride that horse

And like many more but these are the current favorites and most likely to be published LMAO

[allylikethecat]

ahaha i guess matty as a hockey player would require a SIGNIFICANT suspension of disbelief 🥲

mb a football (the european kind) au... oh i wish i could write 😭

I'm going to be honest it's not even his size that requires the suspension of disbelief lol Like there are some smaller NHL players that are still successful - there is a particular American born former Blackhawks player that comes to mind and is about the same height as Matty even though he was a lot bulkier HOWEVER the issue is in the fact that Matty, IRL and Fictional, is NOT the most coordinated human being like I truly cannot imagine him surviving on a pair of skates he would hurt himself lol ... meanwhile I think George is too chill / wouldn't want to check anyone...

Ross would be a fantastic hockey player AU candidate though he's already got a sick flow.

I know nothing about European football despite watching ALL the Ted Lasso and also playing briefly as a child.... so I don't think I'm the best candidate for it either... HOWEVER you should give it a shot! I bet you are better are writing than you think you are and if you ever want to bounce idea or have someone beta read anything let me know I would love to assist - I have FULL faith in your creative writing abilities! You got this!

Thank you so much for reading and the continued support and sending this ask! I hope you are having a WONDERFUL weekend!

❤️Ally

[nani-nonny]

(A)PAF: Sibling moment between Casey Jr and his little sister

At this point I should admit I have no self control… anyways, another family fluff snippet that has very minor spoilers to the main story but honestly doesn’t spoil the plot.

Check the father-daughter snippet if you want more family fluff

Leonardo takes a sip of his tea in the kitchen, staring blankly straight ahead. He’s grateful for this moment of peace and quiet, especially after Lou’s crying that lasted all throughout the night. He was thankful Donnie, temporarily, soundproofed his train car because her crying would have kept everyone awake. He would rather deal with a crying baby than with the others’ sleep-deprived fury.

He knew parenting wasn’t easy, he had some experience with CJ. But he’s starting from scratch, so to speak. He only had to take care of CJ as a baby in short increments. Now he has to take care of a baby 24/7.

And just as he was about to take his next sip, Lou’s haunting cries echoed from his open train car. Sharp and nearly ear-piercing, it taunts him and his heavy eyelids.

With a sigh, he takes his mug and follows the sound of her crying. Each step he takes it gets louder, and louder, and louder. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she was pulling out microphones and megaphones for each step he took.

He steps onto the threshold and her crying suddenly stops.

Fear erupts in his chest and he braces the doorway to push him forward, but stops dead in his tracks when his eyes land on CJ sitting on his bed.

The teen is sitting pretzel style on the blankets, the back of a small green head barely visible in the gap of CJ’s legs.

His son is smiling wide, clicking tongs in his hands as his head bops side to side. The tongs click click click in his hands to the rhythm of the familiar song he sings to Lou.

“Tong tong tong tong, pakitong-kitong. Alimango sa dagat, malaki at masarap! Kay hirap hulihin, sapagkat nagangagat!”

CJ pinches Lou’s cheeks lightly at the final part of the song before kissing her diamond stripe. Lou giggles delightfully, her sharp chirps bouncing off the walls. She closes and opens her hands just like the tongs and trying to mimic the words CJ sings, but her little beak only opens and closes with small chirp sounds.

CJ takes a deep breath and sings slightly faster, clicking the tongs to match the faster rhythm, “Tang tang tang tang, pakatang-katang. Alamanga sa dagat, malaka at masarap! Kay harap halahan, sapagkat nangangagat!”

The teen pinches Lou’s cheeks again, earning those same sharp giggles that melt Leonardo’s heart. Tiny green hands reach up to pinch CJ’s face, opening and closing like a little crab. CJ shakes his head softly, a soft coo to his voice as he says, “Not me, Lou!”

CJ takes another big breath, dramatic and puffing out his chest as he does, but Lou suddenly chirps. It’s not a chirp of distress, but one that catches CJ’s attention and stops him.

Lou’s hands suddenly reach blindly behind her, closing and opening like a crab again.

“I’ve been found,” Leonardo teases and walks into the room.

“Sensei! I didn’t know you were there,” CJ greets and lifts Lou enough to stand in the gap of his crossed legs.

Lou chirps happily, tiny hands still grabbing the air like a crab in Leonardo’s direction. She coughs and suddenly yells in the smallest voice, “Da!”

Leonardo nods and takes her from CJ’s lap, lifting her into his arms and to rest in the crook of his elbow. She mimics CJ’s tongs clicking and head bopping, trying to sound out the words but they only come out as chirps and churrs.

She finishes the song by pinching Leonardo’s cheeks, a small effort that makes the father nearly collapse on his bed from how adorable her fingers felt. “Good job, Louie! You’re a little crab that bites,” he exclaims as he kisses her diamond stripe.

Lyrics: (it’s the same every verse but the vowels change)

Tong tong tong tong, pakitong-kitong. Crab in the sea, big and delicious. So difficult to catch because it bites!

[hopefulromances]

Long Time Coming - Prolouge

Summary: Being hired as the first female assistant coach in the league was a challenge in of itself. Being a football protigy and University Football Legend was easy enough. Coaching Jamie Tartt was a challenge all on its own.

Word Count: 1090

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, no knowledge of how football works? First person. Minimal y/n use. Based on an OC fic I'm currently posting on AO3 so

A/N: Am I joining tumblr again to write Jamie Tartt fanfiction? Now that's an interesing question. Hope you enjoy.

I didn’t know quite what to expect when I started at Richmond. I was coming on as the first female assistant coach in the league. Something of a prodigy myself, I graduated from university early after leading our women’s football team to the championship three times. I worked as a kitman (or kit woman) for some teams in the Championship league until I saw the opening at Richmond and decided to throw my hat in the ring. Never in a million years did I actually think I would get an interview, much less a job offer.

But somehow, I ended up walking up the stairs to Rebecca Welton’s office, bright and early for my first day. I stood outside the closed door and too a breath, centering myself, before reaching for the handle. To my surprise, the door opened before I could touch it. The door opened to reveal Ted Lasso, the head manager of Richmond.

            “Oh! Hello there!” He greeted with an inviting smile.

            “Oh, my goodness, I’m sorry, I’m here to see- “

            “Rebecca Welton,” the woman emerged from behind Ted, bearing her own polite smile. “And you must be (Y/N), our new Assistant Coach.”

I gave her my own polite smile and reached out to shake her hand. “That’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Welton.”

            “Well! What a surprise, it’s great to meet my new partner in crime, I’m Ted Lasso, nice to meet you.” He took my outstretched hand in a firm handshake.

I had read up on Ted Lasso. The American Football coach who was flying in all the way from Kansas to teach football in the Premiere League. Yet somehow, all that research could not have prepared me for what I was meeting.

            “Coach Lasso! Yes, it’s great to meet you. I look forward to working with you.” I maintained my level of professionalism, but he waved me off.

            “Please, call me Ted. My father was Coach Lasso,” he told me.

            “Was he really?” I asked, surprised.

            “No, but that would have been a great coincidence if he was,” he joked, with a smile.

I stared at him, not quite sure how to respond.

            “We were just heading on a tour,” Rebecca broke the silence, “would you like to join us?”

And that was how I ended up on a tour of the facility with Ted and Rebecca. She took us through the halls of history of the club, passing the faces of the team. Including, one, Jamie Tartt. Jamie Tartt was all the football industry could talk about of late. The young star who couldn’t seem to miss, and who stole the hearts of all those who watched him. Yeah, he was fit. And as much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but let him steal mine as well.

I wanted to hate him. I really did. He was everything I was. Young, talented, eager. But because he was a man, he was able to get fame and fortune because of it. That kind of thing just didn’t happen for women. The women’s league didn’t get nearly the same notoriety as the men’s did and even if I scored twice as many goals as Jamie Tartt, I would never leave the same legacy he did.

So yeah, I wanted to hate him just because he was famous. But I couldn’t. Something about his stupid cocky smirk, and the way he seemed to understand the balls every move before he could even touch the ball. It was impressive. Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed to me that he was dating Keely Jones. A gorgeous model, just like all the other women he’d been seen with. He wouldn’t look twice at me. You were staring at his face for so long you didn’t realize that Ted and Rebecca were staring at you, expectantly.

“Oh, sorry, what?”

Ted’s eyes danced quickly between Jamie’s photo and you. But if he suspected anything, he didn’t dare to comment as he brought you back into the conversation.

            “Do you believe in ghosts?”

The rest of the day went by rather quickly. After the tour, Rebecca led you and Ted to a disastrous press conference that ended early, much to my own gratitude. I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk to press yet. I wasn’t ready to be a poster woman for my gender across the league. I just wanted to coach football. But luckily, after the press conference we were allowed to go watch practice.

That was what I was excited for. To watch the lads, play football. I had watched football for as long as I could remember. I grew up in Richmond. My family could never afford to go to games, but we watched every single match, good or bad. Now here I was, going to coach the team that I grew up loving. It was almost unreal.

            “So! Where are you from?” Ted asked as we made our way to the pitch.

            “I actually grew up here,” I told him with a smile. “I’ve been a greyhound’s fan since I was a girl. My dad loved the game.”

            “Well, I’ll be!” Ted exclaimed. “He must be mighty proud of you then.”

“Yeah, he was!” I responded, my smile fading slightly.

We made it onto the pitch just as the boys were scrimmaging. My eyes were immediately drawn to the legendary, Roy Kent. He was a legend for sure, and the way he commanded the field certainly lived up to said legend. But eventually my eyes landed on Jamie Tartt just as he was doing a trick shot to hit the ball off the top of the goal. God, he was amazing.

As Ted and Coach Beard headed back inside, I decided to greet the boys as they came back inside. As Jamie approached, I stepped forward, wanting to introduce myself. He was good, very good, but I knew that he could be even better. With a bit of teamwork, I was certain that he could become the best in the league.

            “Hi, Jamie. I’m (Y/N) and I just wanted to say that-"

He brushed right past me, shoving his water bottle into my hands.

            “Thanks,” he dismissed, not even turning around.

I stood there, water bottle in my hands, mouth agape. Maybe hating him would be easier than I thought.

[keresnotceres]

MW2 CHARACTERS: School AU

[sfw] cw(s): none !!! As a girlie who has been reading fanfiction for god knows how long, it was inevitable that I came through with a High/Secondary School AU. As a reminder, I don’t know shit abt the British school system so we’re going with my experiences with the American public school system. enjoy dovies <3

Ghost is that one upperclassman in every single one of your co-grade classes that just sits there. He doesn’t say a damn word and you don’t even see him writing down any notes, but somehow, he has the best grades in the whole fucking school. Principal’s honor roll, scholarship recognization galore.

It takes so long for you to work up the courage to talk to him and ask him for help on an assignment and when he admits he doesn’t know they had an assignment to do, you’re a bit dumbfounded. You realize that he quite literally just sits there and vibes the entire time. He proceeds to turn back to the window and stare out of it.

Eventually he warms up to you, though. It takes, like, three months of pestering him until he actively begins conversations with you and you find yourself with a very stoic cheat sheet. He has kept all of his tests and is perfectly fine with just giving you them bc what are morals???

Gaz is the local “i know him but we aren’t friends” kid. Literally everybody knows his name, he’s on the school’s soccer (football, i guess) team and is relatively well known as a nice person, but he only has a few close friends. His grades are also insanely high, you don’t understand how he manages to ace every test while also spending most of his time practicing sports.

He’s the type of person to forget a pencil, however, and usually ends up leaning over to whoever is next to him and asking for one. He usually gives it back, unless it’s someone he doesn’t particularly like. When he tries to give it back to you and you just tell him to keep it, he likes you automatically.

He’s always inviting you to watch his games after the two of you get closer. He also sits with you during shared study halls or lunches regardless of if you or he has other friends in the lunch. Gaz is also the type of person to lean over and ask if you wanna share the copy of an assignment document or swap essays to proofread.

Soap is absolutely the really loud jock kid that people either really like or really hate, and there’s just no in-between (i’m so sorry Foap 😭). Despite this, he’s actually one of those really nice sport boys that will start punching if someone disrespects his friends. He’s also in an abundance of art classes.

In class you can see him scribbling down notes until he gets bored and starts just doodling in his notebook, tuning out the lecture. However, if your science teacher decides today is not a teaching day and puts on something like Bill Nye or The Magic School Bus, he is enraptured. Is also the person to quietly chant “Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill!” during the theme song. Used to hate the Amoeba Sisters until he binged their videos before his Biology final lol.

You start being friends with him on complete accident after you help him with a question on a pop quiz. He gave you puppy eyes! How could you refuse! He proceeds to talk to you the next day like the two of you are best friends and you are now stuck with him until graduation. But hey! You basically have a bodyguard now.

Price is an Honors English and AP Literature teacher through and through. He originally wanted to be a history teacher, but the English position was open and he took it with little complaint. He’s absolutely the teacher you can launch into tangents for the entire class and will take half a point off of your essays for misusing a comma.

If you're his favorite student, he tends to grade your FRQs and other assignments much harsher than he would others, but it ends with you having well rounded essay skills afterwards and acing your assignments later in the year. Will let you hang out in his room during your study halls and is always open to helping you on assignments if you ask.

Hangs thank you notes from students on his walls, has a wild collection of them and shows them off any time another teacher asks him about them. Has cried reading some from students he liked having in his classes.

Laswell is a Geometry, Pre-Calculus, and Calculus professor. Idc what u think she is absolutely a math teacher and would absolutely have a doctorate. People who don't like math probably go into her class also not liking her, but come out at the end of the year wanting to be in her class next year.

If you're one of her favorite students, she absolutely gives you little notes on your graded tests like 'good job :)' and always says she's proud of you if your grades improve during the year. She also lets you and your friends eat lunch in her room because she understands why you'd rather be in a math room than the cafeteria.

Has never been seen without a coffee during the first four periods of the day and a random beverage during the last three. She always has a drink with her and it's become a bit of a game between a few of her students. Sometimes she'll give someone who asks a drink as well. A student she particularly liked tried to pay her to bring them coffee; she gave them their money back and brought them a coffee.

Nikolai is a history teacher that also coaches the school golf team. And yes, golf team; that man radiates golf energy and I cannot be told otherwise. He doesn't understand the kids' obsession with things like Kahoot, but makes them because it keeps kids engaged with the class and mostly keeps grades up.

Being one of Nikolai's favorite students is hard if you don't golf, but if you are a favorite, he tends to give you extensions of assignments if you're struggling to find time/motivation. Also will give you candy under the table if you win a Kahoot, or if you visit him during a study hall he will also give you candy. He gives out Smarties (the American version) because he thinks the name is funny.

If you show interest in learning Russian and ask him how to roll your Rs or how to pronounce the Cyrillic letters, he will automatically like you more than the others. As long as he feels like you're earnestly learning it out of interest and not just to make him like you, that is. If you already know Russian he'll like you anyway. Sometimes it's nice to speak his native tongue.

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None really, chit-chat between some gal pals, some implied bi/pan reader.

A/N: Never fear, best gal Layla is here! Also the Hippo-Mama!

And I totes recommend reading the Hobby Headcanons that @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction wrote on the boys! I plan on implementing them all! (Also read all their other things, their Nathan Bateman shit is *insert Paccha meme here*) I need to read up on American football because frankly I have no clue how sports worked since I played soccer and baseball as a kid, before I write about Marc's lest I sound like some plebeian who's guessing everything lmao

Taglist: @bad4amficideas @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @lokisremainingsanity

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Chapter 5:

Old Friends

You were minding your own business, cleaning up the mess of tossed books that a couple was oh so kind enough to allow their child to scatter.

You hoped you'd never see them again. While they sat at the nook, sipping coffee and eating the muffins, their child was running around, causing havoc and destroying your beautiful, well-organized shop. Oh, your poor shop…

The couple weren't happy when you charged them for the books their son had ripped up and destroyed beyond salvage, the books he colored in.

Yeah, you really hoped they would never come back.

You looked at your burned hand with a frown. It had been a few days since you hurt yourself, and while painful, the burn wasn't actually that bad. Some aloe, some ice… And it started to clear up after the first day, the blisters receding quickly. You flexed your fingers and tilted your head, curiously wondering if your soulmate could feel the burns, as well. When the thought crossed your mind, you pulled up your sleeve and looked at the mark on your wrist, checking to see which moon would be full today.

The bottom right one. It had been that one a lot, lately.

The bell to the front door dinged, and you straightened up, mentally preparing yourself for the forced smile you were going to have to put on, now.

You cleared your throat and spun around, broom in hand, looking at the woman who just walked in.

She was beautiful. Her tanned skin complimenting her dark eyes and mass of wavy curls. She smiled at you, a bit more genuine.

"Oh! Hello, welcome to Here Today Books." You say politely. "Can I help you?"

"You look like you need it more, sister." She sighed, smiling sympathetically, nodding to the pile of ruined books you now had to put into recycling. Her accent was… it wasn't American, like yours. It sounded similar, but her words had some kind of twinge to them.

"Ah, yeah… a couple and their lovely child were my most recent patrons." You joke dryly.

"Ah, a little tornado, huh?" She snorted, shaking her head.

"Yep. For sure." You sigh, giving her a new, more genuine smile. "Now, were you looking for anything in particular today?"

"Oh, actually, a friend told me about this place, and I was curious." She mused.

That… took you by surprise. People actually talk about your store? Like, as in tell other people about it? This was news, for sure.

"O-oh?" You blink.

"Yeah, he said you made good muffins and tea. I'm more of a coffee fan in the morning, myself, though. Tea is more of a night thing." She chuckled.

You tilt your head at her, gears in your brain whirling.

"Are you friends with Steven Grant, by any chance?" You ask.

She laughs. "Yes! I'm Layla. Layla el Faouly." She holds out her hand for you to shake, and you, without thinking, extend your healing hand.

She shakes it gingerly, her eyes focused on the rosy skin like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"That… looks like it hurt." She said.

"Oh, this? I was just dumb and grabbed a hot pan without thinking." You said, examining your hand casually.

"Oh… Yeah, that's not good for you, y'know?" Layla joked softly.

"Yeah, not the worst pains I've ever had, trust me." You reply. "Now, uh… are you looking for a book? Or after some of the coffee? Or my muffins?"

"Oh! I think I'll just explore a bit, if that's all right with you." Layla said with a nod.

"Oh, I don't mind! If you need anything, just holler!" You wave at her as she disappears into the shelves.

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"You saw it?" Layla muttered softly to herself; or more accurately, to the giant hippo-woman clad in gold and jewels standing next to her, only visible to her eyes.

"Yes, yes I did. Didn't Marc mention that he had phantom pains in that same hand?" Taweret chuckled.

"Yeah. I mean… It could be coincidence, but…"

"You should talk to her. The poor dear looks dreadfully lonely." Taweret sighed, looking even more gargantuan as she peers at the contents of the shelves pressing down around her, her cute little ears flickering back and forth.

She picked up a book on psychology, finding it suddenly terribly interesting, her eyes widening as she scans the pages faster than a human ever could.

"I will. If we're right about our assumption, then, maybe we can… I don't know…"

"Play matchmaker?" Taweret giggles.

Layla softly smiles, not paying attention to the open book in her hands as she chuckles.

"Yeah. We can play matchmaker."

"Oh, let's just see how this plays out first, m'love?" The goddess giggled.

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Layla wanders to the front of the store, two hardback romance novels in her hands and you smile as you restock some old sci-fi novels into your discount rack.

They were the kind of romance novels with the covers reminiscent of oil paintings, the pretty ones. Not the stupid photoshopped ones that are being printed nowadays.

"Find something you like?" You chuckle.

She waves the books with a wide grin, "I've actually been looking for these copies for ages. At one of the places I was working, some jerk stole them from my locker."

"Oh gods, that is horrible!" You gasp. Why would anyone steal books?! At most, those particular novels, even new, only went for a few pounds!

"I know, right! They were autographed and everything!" Layla groaned.

You felt even more offended on her behalf. If those books were autographed and authentic, they would go for actually a decent sum for a collector online...

"That's even worse than just stealing a regular copy!" You clucked.

Layla wiggled the books in her hands. "But, hey! You have hardback copies, and in very good condition. Mine were old, beat up paperbacks!"

"Well, I'm more than happy that you found them!" You grinned widely.

Layla tilted her head to the left slightly, like she had heard something from behind her, and then she looked right at you, eyeing you up and down briefly, as if she were thinking.

You quirked an eyebrow at her in concern.

"Is everything all right?" You ask.

"Hm? Oh! Yes, yes I'm okay! I just have this... thing. The ringing in my ears?" She coughs, abashed.

"Oh! You have tinnitus? I have a booklet or two on medical things that might have something in it for you if you'd like." You chirp helpfully.

Layla put her hand up, chuckling as she declined politely. "Thank you, but no, I'll be okay. It's not constant or anything like that, it's just that I got off a plane the other day and my ears popped and haven't righted themselves yet.."

"Ooooh..." You nod in understanding. "Where'd you fly in from, if you don't mind my asking?"

She smiled. "Cairo."

"That's the accent!" You gasp in realization, pointing at her.

Layla laughed when you blushed and apologized for the outburst.

"It's fine, and yes! How'd you guess?"

"I used to have an exchange student, he would come in here and buy books for his college courses all the time! He was born and raised just outside Cairo." You chuckle.

"Ohh! Interesting." Layla hummed, looking at the books in her hands.

"Hm... you mentioned you had a menu of sorts?"

"Sure!" You lead her over to one of the nooks, and hand her the laminated mini menu you had available.

Her eyebrows raised, impressed at the various items you had available.

"Oh! This is actually nice..."

"Yep! Most of it is made to order by me, so some of it'll take a bit to bake." You grin proudly.

"Oh... well in that case, is it okay if I ask you to keep me some company? If you're not busy? I don't actually have too many friends other than Steven and his... er, brothers and my... uhhh... surrogate mom, so being able to have another woman to chit-chat with would be very welcome..."

To say you were surprised at the offer was an understatement.

"Oh! Uh, sure! I don't... I don't mind!"

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You and Layla clicked very well. You had similar tastes in things like reality TV, romance novels, even skincare routines.

But when she started talking about herself, is when it got interesting. It turns out she had been married to Marc at some point.

She was his ex-wife. The one he told you about.

"I imagine it's kind of awkward for you two, huh?" You remarked.

"Oh, me n Marc? Not at all! We're still good friends, it's just..." Layla set her coffee down, frowning as she tried to think of how to describe it.

"...After a while, whatever we had... like... the spark, I guess? It just... faded. Marc went through a bit of soul searching and after he did that, well..."

They weren't soulmates.

"Ah... I understand." You sighed.

"What about you?" She asked, a small sly smirk playing her lips.

"Oh! Uh... yeah. No. Nothing for me, I'm afraid." You chuckle awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Oh? Nobody special or anything like that? Never kissed someone?"

"Well, I mean, when I was in highschool I kissed a girl on a dare." You sip your own coffee.

"A girl?" Her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Yeah, to be honest I'm not sure what kind of preference I have, because I've never really been attracted to anyone before, but it was... weird. Didn't feel like everyone talked it up to be."

"Ah... so... are you waiting for your soulmate, then?" Layla asked a bit tightly.

"Yeah... I know it's stupid, but..." You say, looking down at the mug in your hands.

"Not really. Who doesn't want to meet the one person that is your other half?" She said, smiling softly in sympathy.

Her finger traced the rim of her cup idly, trying to think of the best way to go about phrasing the next question without being obvious about her suspicions.

"Do you... have any ideas of who it might be?" She finally asked.

You shake your head and shrug. "D'nno. I don't know if it's a man or a woman or... well anybody, really. I don't know what it's supposed to feel like once you meet your soulmate because each bond is different so..."

Layla wanted to scream. She wanted to facepalm, she wanted to smack her head on the table. She wanted to splash her coffee into her face.

Taweret was giggling like mad.

"Not as easy as you assumed it was going to be, eh Little One?" The goddess smiled behind her hand at Layla.

Her eyebrow twitched, knowing full well she couldn't retort without looking insane or revealing her position as Taweret's avatar.

You had to be Marc's (and possibly Steven's and Jake's) soulmate. It was all just too coincidental for her liking.

"Oh! That's... well I hope they're close by!" Layla said, forcing a very strained smile.

How could you and Marc be this thick?!

That fact alone had to mean something.

"That's everyone's hope, isn't it?" You chuckled softly, a small fond smile on your face, a glimmer of sadness in your eyes.

Layla felt sympathy for you in the moment, realizing how terribly lonely you must be feeling. And how much pain.

Especially with Marc and the others doing Khonshu's will.

Taweret seemed to pick the thought out of thin air, so in tune with Layla she could tell by the flash in her eyes what she was thinking about.

"Ohhh! That bloody old bone-head!" She huffed, her nostrils flaring as she crossed her arms, her bottom lip poking out from beneath her muzzle.

"He needs to give those poor boys a break! Especially because whatever happens to them, happens to her!" She gestured to you with her big, yet gentle hands.

Layla cleared her throat.

"Well, uh.... since I've told you about me... why don't you tell me about you? Where were you born, stuff like that?" Layla asked you, still smiling.

"Oh! Me? I'm afraid it's not very interesting." You chuckled dryly.

Layla looked outside as the rain came down in sheets. Not very appealing to walk back to the boys' flat in this weather... especially not for her hair.

"It looks like I've got time, love. Go ahead! We can have some more drinks while we chat."

You smiled a bit wider.

It was nice to have a girl-friend to talk with, again.

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When Steven had woken up, Layla was gone, and Marc and Jake left Steven quite alone in the body, letting him front entirely for the day. She'd left a note on Gus and Co's tank saying she went out for a bit for some fresh air.

Which, quite frankly, Marc said was bullshit because of the weather. Layla wouldn't go out in a monsoon and risk her hair becoming an unmanageable spongy mop that would take forever to dry, unless she was going somewhere very specific.

It was one of the things she complained about the most when they were together, something he thought was amusing. He remembered one time they got caught in a rain after their wedding, and at the hotel she was fussing and muttering under her breath as her wet curls hung over her face, desperately trying to get the dripping mass of hair to dry, glaring at herself in the mirror.

Steven sighed, and made his morning cup of tea and went about his routine. He dusted some, and decided to slip on his apron and play with some recipes he'd found online.

The apron was a bit... "dinky" as Marc had called it. Jake apparently ordered it online when he saw the slightly cartoon'd Egyptian motifs on it and left it as a present for Steven, since his favorite thing to do other than read was to cook (and he was a major Egyptophile).

When he was finished, he'd placed the extra portions in a small container in the fridge for Layla when she returned, in case she was hungry.

Then, he sat down, ate, and read a book while he played some music over the cheap sound system Marc installed.

When Layla returned, she was... dry. Remarkably dry. Her hair was still perky and everything!

She apparently bought an umbrella while she was out, placing it in the holder so no excess water dripped on the floor.

"Ah! Hey Steven." She chuckled, walking up and kissing his cheek, knocking his glasses off to the side as she did, placing her bag on the little table nearby.

"How'd you know?" Steven chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at her.

"Well, aside from the fact you're hunched over like a goblin over a book... the flat smells wonderful. You've obviously been cooking. Not Marc." She grinned.

"Ha!" Steven giggled.

Layla hummed as she set her new purchases on the table, folding the little canvas bag neatly.

Steven's eyebrows shot up when he saw the books.

"Where were you..?" He asked, clearing his throat.

"Oh, y'know... exploring. Went out for a tea..." She grinned at him out of the corner of her still ridiculously beautiful eyes.

"Visited that bookstore you 'n Marc told me about."

Steven fidgeted in his seat.

"O-oh..."

"Mhmm." She tapped her nails on the books' hard covers; she then turned around and crossed her arms, still grinning as she leaned her hips on the table.

"....Why are you looking at me like that? And where did you get that umbrella..?"

"Oh, well..." She shrugged, sighing a bit dramatically, looking elsewhere in the flat for dramatic effect.

She looked back at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Your little girlfriend who owns the bookstore. She really is a sweetheart, she let me borrow it while I'm in town."

"Bloody hell! Layla! It's not like that at all--" Steven sputtered, almost dropping the book in his hand.

She started cackling madly, walking into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

"Ooh! What'dja make?"

Steven made a noise, burying his face in his hands as he tried to hide the faint blush that crept up his face and set up shop in the tips of his ears, knocking his glasses up to his forehead.

"Bloody hell!" He groaned into his palms.

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Chapter 6: Link

[squiddosss]

salutations fellow human being! if you are taking requests, may i suggest the aouv crew (there needs to be a better nickname for them) as children? idk just an idea

p.s. this is also a reminder that al had a bowl cut when he was 6-7 years old :) do what you will with that info :)))

I AM ALIVE! [insert 20 exclamation points here] ok but seriously sorry for dipping off the face of the planet :(

here’s the line up! i kinda forgot everyone’s exact ages. i’m going to go ahead and say the characters are in 3rd-5th grade right now. also isn’t elionor one of the oldest champions?? uhhh idk

additional headcanons:

we all know Reid is a huge nerd. he probably leaned into the nerdy-ness a lot as a kid. this kid wore starwars shirts every day. also glasses, (i believe this is canon)

Isobel was actually rather quiet as a kid. she preferred books over people, and liked talking to adults more than kids her age. she was still exceptionally clever and motivated, but she didn’t really learn how to be sharp-tongued and ambitious until she befriended Briony. she owes her people skills that got her through the months before the tournament and all the reporters to her best friend. 

Briony basically coerced Isobel into joining a thing called spell scouts. think like boy scouts or girl scouts or any other youth program but for a magickal world. things like nature and survival skills were taught, but also the basics of spellcrafting and ethics of spell using. (just imagine them in their little uniforms)

Finley was pretty athletic and played a few sports, but didn’t fancy working with a whole team. he attempted junior league soccer (wait… football??? i am american help) but found that he preferred scoring points for his team rather than with his team. he did summer swim at first and running, but wouldn’t discover fencing until he was older (i believe he is the team captain in high school) oh, he also totally did summer theater camps. 

Alistair TOTALLY had a bowl cut. unfortunately, he has curly hair. Marianne Lowe thought his curly hair (which he inherited from his father, whoever that could be) was unbecoming for an eventual Lowe champion, so Alistair’s mother would have to magickally get it to stay straight every day. this is part of why Al lacks freckles— whenever Al went outside, humidity would turn it back into a curly mess. so, under Marianne’s instructions, he just never went outside. he later stopped straightening his hair (and outgrew the bowl cut thank god) but the habit of staying indoors stayed with him. 

Elionor experimented with dying the ends of her hair when she was younger. the blues and pinks never really showed through because her hair was brown, but she liked it, so that’s all that really mattered. she also wrote fanfiction and posted it to online forums despite technically not being old enough to use them.

after losing their father and having their mother leave them, it was hard for Briony and Innes to feel noticed within the large Thorburn family. they went about trying to feel accepted in different ways. Briony, obviously, was loud and learned to announce her presence to feel heard. Innes preferred a more subtle approach, learning a particular relative’s interests and schedules to find a way to slowly do little things to win them over. stuff like doing their chores or completing their hair. 

Carby was like… basically a baby at this point. so… [insert toddler personality trait here]

Diya definitely did extracurriculars at school. she won the spell fair (like the science fair but… y’know… spells) three years in a row and was a member of the book club that included a tournament with other schools at the end of the school year (which she won, duh) she was pretty competitive with it, too. 

Gavin… thinking about his childhood makes me so not ok. he realized pretty early on he was basically a sacrifice to a tournament his family would never win. Gavin knew about the tournament, and realized he would be the champion, and had always seen how distant his parents were, but didn’t realize what that really meant until a bit later. 

OK BUT SERIOUSLY THANK U FOR REQUESTING THIS!