#he had four younger siblings but hated at least half of them and was like. ambivalent at best about the other two.

[waitineedaname]

To Greed's surprise, Mei became more than comfortable with him – she actually started seeking him out. Not just when he happened to be the one piloting Ling’s body, but actively asking for him. She’d call him over to show off a new alkahestry technique she’d learned, knowing he’d gleefully cheer her on, or she’d tug on his sleeve to whisper a joke that matched his sense of humor more than Ling’s during formal meetings, or on the rare occasions when she’d bring them gifts from home, she’d make sure to bring two – one for Ling, and one for him. Despite all that, he was still surprised when she first referred to him as her brother.

I am pushing my "Greed is Mei's favorite brother" agenda, please enjoy

[mellosdrawings]

What's that? I finally took the time to make an actual character sheet for my Yuusona?

Yuu

17 years old, 1st year

They/them, probably on the aro/ace spectrum though they never really thought about it (they do get weird when people show interest in them)

Half Japanese half french

Probably has some flavor of AuDHD

Back home: Before they were kidnapped forcefully moved to Twisted Wonderland, they were the main caretaker of four younger siblings while their parents were busy working. One of their main worry now is whether their siblings are doing alright without them. Their deepest wish is to at least be able to phone call their family to reassure them that they are ok.

Personality: They usually prefer to stand to the side and observe rather than talk and engage with others. They tend to be very prudent with their actions, up until their patience runs out. They're actually pretty perceptive and great at reading others, they just keep everything to themself without realizing.

They make up their absence of magic with their fists and wits. People tend to underestimate them due to their size and quiet demeanor, but they can be vicious and ruthless when push comes to shove. They are not very expressive physically.

At school: Yuu has a terrible focus so they struggle a lot, even when the subject interests them. They are very fond of History of Magic but also hates it because learning a whole world's history in a few months only is a nightmare and a half. They also hate flying with a passion since they are scared of heights. If they could choose a club, Yuu would go for photography and/or filming.

At Ramshackle: Yuu cleans the dorm as a past time, it keeps their body moving while they're thinking about what problem they currently have. They hate cooking though, so when the cafeteria isn't accessible they try to cram themselves in whichever dorm will have them to enjoy someone else's cooking. They aren't very time savvy so they and Grim keep leaving late in the mornings.

Relationships (with Housewardens/OB)

Yuu has a soft spot for Riddle. Unless it's some rule they find completely nonsensical they tend to do whatever Riddle asks. Whenever Yuu comes to class with a clean uniform, it's because Riddle was around to correct their appearance.

Yuu and Leona's relationship is peak siblinghood. Once Yuu figures out that Leona won't act on (half of) his threats, it's over for him. He's one of the first Yuu comes to when they have a problem.

Yuu and Azul regularly try to outsmart each other. At first their interest with Azul is very transactional since he can help with everything Crowley can't be bothered to do (ie give Yuu an actual legal presence in this world) but since they have somewhat similar mindsets they end up getting along very well.

Yuu values Kalim's presence a lot. He's one of the rare pure hearted people at school so Yuu doesn't have to be hyper vigilant around him. It's a breath of fresh air. He is a bit too active for Yuu though, so they tire very fast around him.

"It takes one liar to know another" would be Jamil and Yuu's relationship starter. They had weird vibes from each other from the very start but Jamil did end up underestimating Yuu. Yuu is obsessed with Jamil's hair and regularly takes pictures of him.

Yuu is kinda scared of Vil (in a good way). If they were a tad more outgoing they'd be asking Vil to pose for their camera 24/7. Instead they quietly worship him.

If Yuu could, they'd adopt Idia (and Ortho). Yuu tends to miss their siblings all the time so they get a bit emotional around them both.

Yuu loves to observe Malleus. He's some kind of very strange entity that they can't get enough of and they don't understand half of what he talks about which tickles their curiosity a lot.

Yuu treats Grim like their own cat and plushie. They hold him in their arm as much as possible (until Grim gets tired of it and wanders off somewhere else) because it reassures them. They do fight a lot, a bit like siblings, but they also look out for the other all the time. Yuu sometimes agree to cook for Grim despite hating it.

Relationships (the less fun kind):

Since they're in a world they don't know with students who try to kill them every couple months, Yuu is very defensive in how they approach relationships. Everything starts as transactional and about how "useful" someone can be to keep around. They try to keep even the people they don't really get along with close for this reason.

They are actually very emotional (despite not showing it) so their heart takes precedence over their brain eventually. Despite not being particularly proactive they do go out of their way to help the ones they're close to.

[temis-de-leon]

The Seven Siblings

Chapter 1 - The Eldest Brother

Main Masterlist

Summary: It's a normal morning, dull even, when Lucifer finds himself waiting for the train with his brothers. The air is cold and threatens to bore them all and just before he thinks there would be nothing more than sitting straight for hours while looking at the human scenery through the window, a surprising coincidence calls for his attention.

A/N: can you tell how little I care for the future posts list's order? Jk, jk... I wrote this in one day when I couldn't get it out of my mind and I hate spending too much time without posting, so bear with me, please :) And enjoy!

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It had been a long time since Lucifer stopped caring about the beauty of the Human Realm. It was lacklustre compared to the magic of the Devildom and the perfection of the Celestial Realm; sure, the human’s free will had a certain splendour, but was it not modelled under his Father’s guidance?

Perhaps he needed new eyes to experience everything for the first time; without having been there since its creation.

The sun wasn’t out yet, but the blue above them all was clear and bright. He looked up to the skies not expecting anything to show up, but a couple of pigeons flew over his head and landed on the train rails to search for food in the gravel. An elderly woman waiting on the platform scowled in disgust, furiously clapping to scare the birds away and then mindlessly kicking when one of them dared to stop at her feet and pecked the hem of her skirt.

People around her only turned away from their phones for a second before going back to their businesses. They were tired, silently fighting to keep their eyes open and not lose their train, and Lucifer felt a bizarre pang of understanding that faded faster than it came.

Loud voices, or at least louder than the general silence of the station, brought everyone’s attention to the tourniquet. Four adults, two of them in their twenties, leading a group of three teenagers; all of them babbling between each other like they were going out for lunch after class. One of the adults, a man with dark hair and a scarred face, softly shushed the younger members until they fell silent; the other, the eldest one, continued walking without a word until reaching the platform Lucifer and his brothers were on.

His hair was fairer and his skin smoother, but there was no mistake that both men were brothers. In fact, now that they were closer, Lucifer could see the resemblance among all of the group. The girl and the boy in their twenties looked like carbon copies of the older adults and the teens shared many features.

Seven siblings, then?

Curious.

Lucifer discreetly turned around, hoping any of his brothers also saw the coincidence, but barely half of them were awake enough to even be aware of their surroundings. However, Satan was observing with curiosity, as always, and Asmodeus was shamelessly gawking at the boy in his twenties. He was handsome and restless and was staring at the demon with the same amount of interest.

“Can you not be a manwhore?” whispered his sister before Lucifer had any time to summon patience for the trip. “For once, please”

“I’m merely admiring the view” he said in return, not as low as her.

He could hear Asmo humming in appreciation at the words.

“Dear God…” muttered the girl and Lucifer almost shared the sentiment.

The blond man sighed quietly and his brother shushed once more, sending everyone back to silence. A sudden feeling of envy struck Lucifer. What wouldn’t he give for such obedience from his brothers?

He checked his DDD, content knowing that the train wouldn’t arrive for at least another five minutes, and clapped himself on the back once more for dragging his brothers out of their beds instead of letting them sleep a little longer. They could rest once they were sitting in their private compartment.

“I’m tired” whined someone.

He turned around again expecting to see Belphie’s unforgiving eyes but was surprised when he found him completely passed out on Beel’s shoulder.

“You can sleep on the train” answered a soft voice. The scarred man, who looked way more intimidating than he sounded.

One of the teenagers, the oldest one probably, swung his arms around his body careful not to hit any of his siblings. There were dark circles under his eyes, but, contrary to his words, he seemed entirely alert.

“I don’t want to sleep, I’m just tired” he shrugged, dropping his arms and then letting his whole body weight fall against his older brother, who caught him with no problem and kept him in place with a gentle hug.

More envy coated Lucifer’s mind.

No more than a couple of seconds passed before the kid talked again, his words muffled against the scarred man’s leather jacket.

“Is Arron okay?

“Me?” answered immediately the blond man, smiling at the concern with no joy in his eyes. “Don’t worry about me Gal, I’m just tired as well”

“But you are tired all the time, aren’t you?” intervened a younger girl.

And how sweet she looked, so innocent and sincere. It seemed Arron thought the same because he walked to his youngest sister and chastely kissed her on the forehead.

“Let’s talk about this later, okay?”

Lucifer half expected any of them to insist and prod at the ambiguous response; hell, he wanted someone, anyone, to show even the tiniest bit of dissatisfaction and urge for a juicier answer, but nothing came. An ugly feeling took root in his chest.

“Wish that was you, huh?” muttered a voice next to his ear.

He slowly turned his head, noticing the vein in his forehead preparing itself to make an appearance. Mammon looked as bewildered as him, surprised at the human interaction in front of them, but he didn’t seem to realize the weight of his words nor the effect they had on Lucifer’s conscience.

Silence slowly left the platform when more passengers hurried through the line of tourniquets to settle on the remaining benches and even sit cross-legged on the floor, nervously checking their phones and getting their tickets ready for the conductor. A female voice filled the empty corners of the station informing the time of departure and destination and, soon after, the long-awaited train appeared in the distance. Mammon sighed in relief before resting his forehead on the back of Lucifer’s neck.

For a short moment, he pondered shaking the weight away, but then he looked forward.

Gal, if he’d heard correctly, had stopped hugging the scarred man, but was still grabbing his arm. Next to them, both sisters were holding each other in a lazy hug. They looked nearly identical, although the age gap was noticeable, and while the younger girl had a naïve look to her, the other seemed completely irritated and unwilling to be there.

“They’re allowing the entry already”

Satan nudged him, lightly pushing him to start walking and leaving Mammon behind in the process. The sudden absence left Lucifer’s skin cold.

He watched as Arron led his younger siblings towards the doors, handing each of them their respective tickets while giving commands in a soft tone.

“Each compartment has four seats, so choose who you want to go with” he said to the teenagers.

“Are Mara and Megor going to be together?” asked the youngest one, who had been completely silent until now. They both shrugged in unison before the girl, Mara, lightly punched her brother’s arm.

“Of course” she said in feigned annoyance. “Like always”

“I want to go with Megor”

“And I want to go with Mara”

“I’m cool going with Arron and Owen” added quickly the oldest teen, Gal, but before anyone could say anything else he continued talking. “However, what if you go on one compartment and we…?”

“Absolutely not”

People around them were entering the train, slowly emptying the platform in hurried and exhausted movements. Someone said something behind Lucifer, but he couldn’t find himself able to pay attention. Almost all of the siblings had a name except for the youngest two and, even though Owen had stopped his brother’s question, not an ounce of hostility hanged inside the group. 

“Why, though?” intervened Megor, dropping his arm over Gal’s shoulders and bringing him closer. “You left Mar and me alone all the time when we were their age”

“Oh yeah, and you came out perfectly fine, didn’t you?”

There was a shared chuckle among them before Arron leaned over Owen to whisper in his ear. The younger siblings looked at each other with curiosity, unable to hear what they were saying, but Lucifer’s superior senses caught everything perfectly.

"Let them be" pleaded Arron.

“They are minors” protested his brother.

“We need to think about how we are going to tell them everything”

Their expressions became sombre and they further turned their heads to hide from the rest of their family, but not much more happened before a hand grabbed Lucifer’s elbow and pulled him with force.

“Yo!”

“What?!”

Mammon stared at him in surprise, not bothering to hide his amusement. The rest of their brothers were also staring, still half-asleep and unsure of what was happening, waiting for him to move and enter the train with them.

“I didn’t have you for an eavesdropper” the younger demon said with a smug smile.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping” he immediately refuted, the frown on his forehead deep enough to give him a headache.

“Keep telling yourself that”

His airhead brother hid behind an annoyed Levi just in time to avoid Lucifer’s stern eyes, both of them disappearing amongst the sea of people on their way to the compartment. The twins went behind, soon followed by Satan and, falling behind, Asmo.

“I can’t blame you” he whispered in his direction while looking at himself in his heart-shaped pocket mirror to retouch his lip-gloss. “I’d stare at him for hours”

Lucifer followed his gaze and nearly hurt himself rolling his eyes to the back of his head. Megor’s back was facing them, his elegant figure and silky hair easily distinguishable in the remaining crowd.

“You are mistaking the situation” he harshly assured him. “I couldn’t care less about him”

“Oh! Better for me then…”

“Do not engage with any human, Asmo, that is not the purpose of this trip”

“Come on! Please? Let me have fun!”

His eyes were shining, hypnotizing, and Lucifer knew enough of his brother to turn his head around and ignore his honeyed pleas. His eyes found another pair then, a serious gaze, but not harsh.

Arron was looking right at him.

“Well, I hope you don’t engage with any of them either because you seemed really interested back there” continued complaining Asmo, ignorant to the staring match beside him, before finally walking away and leaving Lucifer and a mass of admiring humans behind.

It took a few seconds and Owen’s insistence to distract Arron and make him lose the subtle competition, but Lucifer could still feel the interrogation in his stare.

 “We shall see” he muttered to himself even though he was alone.

Then he followed his brothers’ path and finally blended into the crowd.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[thetavolution]

BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

I was tagged by NO ONE. I am unstoppable.

Tagging (no pressure!): @tavsboots @whenwindwhispers @himbo-hunter-hadrian @vatyrie-avaris @durgeteriormotives @fainlin @auspex-author

INGRID SULLENBERGER

Deep Gnome — Druid (Circle of the Spores)

Baby:

Parents

Calvin "Sully" Sullenberger: He's an artificer and he works for the Ironhand Gnomes. He doesn't feel that strongly about their mission statement though. He's more self-serving than that. He believes in it, just not enough to die for the cause himself. He prioritizes his own skin first. He loves the fact his current wife hates his ex wife. He enjoys being fought over, even if it hurts his kids in the long run.

Greta Bloodstone: She's Ingrid turned up to 11. She's far more timid and scared, and she gives into her fears. She's the reason Ingrid refuses to let her fear win. She's seen what a doormat it made of her mother. She's a bard who often sings about other people's accolades, except for her own daughter's.

Anna Sullenberger: She's Ingrid's step-mother and Sully's second wife. She never behaved like an actual parent to Ingrid, but she's here on a technicality. Anna is a forest gnome and she hates living in the Underdark. She's convinced she'll change Sully's mind about leaving someday. She tries to use the fact the kids both left as an excuse to move to Baldur's Gate. She's just as self-serving as Sully, she's just more open about it. Anna is a wizard who focuses on illusion.

Birth

Ingrid was born in Silverdale, a deep gnome settlement in the Underdark. It's largely hidden away which is partially why it's still standing.

Greta had a midwife while having Ingrid and it was a traumatic birth. Both survived, but Greta decided she would not have any more children. She felt it would be too dangerous for her. It was a source of contention between her and Sully.

First word / Tantrum / When they first walked / First sickness

Her first word was "Ada." Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that's the gnomish word for dad. That would have been her first word, just for the man to mostly reject her.

Her first tantrum would have been over a lack of attention, most likely.

She started walking at around 10 months old.

Her first sickness was a cold. She was a baby and miserable, but it wasn't life threatening.

Childhood:

Friends

She didn't have a ton of friends growing up, but she did have some. They send letters to one another.

Bimpnottin Cobblegem (she/they): I saw the name Bimpnottin and decided I needed to have someone in Ingrid's life named this. Bimpnottin is a sweetheart, but naive. They've never left their hometown of Silverdale. Bimpnottin also talks very loudly almost all of the time. She comes from a long line of cobblers and she kept up the tradition.

Gerbo Ironfoot (he/him): He was another childhood friend. He was the kid who talked the others into doing stuff. He wasn't a bad kid, just a little rebellious. He's a fisherman these days and he's married to Orla, a tailor, and they have two kids, Roondar and Dimble.

Umber Rivers (they/them): I'll talk about them in a minute. They weren't a friend in the traditional sense. They were a druid water genasi and the reason Ingrid became a druid.

Siblings

Ingrid has one younger half-brother, Sebastian. His other is a forest gnome and so he looks like a forest gnome. No one immediately pegs them as siblings because of it. I'm still fleshing him out. He is either an artificer, like his father, or a wizard who focuses on transmutation.

Getting into trouble

She rarely got into trouble as a kid. Or, at least, for anything she actually did. Anna was hard on her and would get upset with her over small things, like how she cleaned dishes or something of that nature.

Birthday

I've been waffling on exactly when, partially because I keep forgetting the calendar months in DnD/BG3. I'm officially going on record as making it 22 Alturiak. In her original story, she was born on February 22nd.

She would celebrate as a kid, but they would be small occasions with just close friends and her brother.

Games / Learning something new

She played the same games as many other deep gnome children. She did spend a lot of time alone, so she learned to entertain herself a lot.

She likes to learn. As a kid, she would get excited when she had a chance to learn something new. As a baby, she was a lot more afraid of things. It wasn't until she got older that she deliberately started fighting her fears.

Trauma

Oh boy, her parents did a number on her. Her dad was more excited to have two women fight over him than take care of his kids. He allowed Anna to treat the kids as pawns.

She was neglected a lot as a kid. Her parents were way more into their own drama than the kids.

She and Sebastian were pitted against each other. They have no ill will toward each other, but they never had a chance to grow close. Maybe one day they'll change that.

Teenager:

First love

Her first crush was her schoolmate, Alston Garnet (he/him). He was a deep gnome fighter. She didn't know that much about him because it was a pretty innocent teen crush.

I like to use songs as reference points and my first immediate thought was I'm In A Perfect Relationship from Central Park. It's the perfect sum up of how she and Alston felt about each other.

They both think it's really funny now that they're adults. They aren't close, but do consider each other friends.

Alston is now in a relationship with a deep gnome ranger, Orryn Filchbatter (he/him).

Rebellion / Running away

Her fondest memory comes from the one time she ran away. She was probably around 13, just barely a teen. She left home and traveled the Underdark alone when she was discovered by a druid. The druid guided her home and kept her safe. It left a huge impression on her and it's why she's a druid.

The druid who took care of her was Umber Rivers, a nonbinary water genasi who identified with the Circle of Land (Coast). As a kid, Ingrid fantasized about Umber raising her instead of her parents.

Reckless behavior

She wasn't really a reckless kid. She would sometimes get pulled into things by friends (Gerbo specifically) or her parents. This is when she started to experiment with drugs to treat her anxiety. She eventually found the right mix. It only counts as reckless behavior because she had no guidance while doing it as a teenager.

Peer pressure

She would sometimes give into peer pressure. It was never when it came to hurting other people though. Every time she gave into peer pressure, it was usually just stupid teen shenanigans or trying a drink or drug she shouldn't.

Taking responsibility

She was good at taking responsibility for her actions as a teen. Sometimes a little too much where she'd be held responsible for stuff that wasn't even her fault.

She was often treated like an adult by her parents. Parentification led to her taking responsibility for stuff her parents did, too. It didn't help her anxiety.

Adulthood:

Their “first time”

Donella Underhill (she/her) was her first real relationship and the person she shared her first time with. Donella was a deep gnome cleric, but she focused on becoming a merchant. Donella still lives in Silverdale and sells potions. If someone ever goes to Silverdale, they could encounter her as a potion seller.

The first time was awkward, but they learned a lot from each other.

Ingrid and Donella no longer talk.

Serious relationships

Depends on the universe/AU! In BG3/DnD, her first serious relationship was with Donella. They were young and it didn't end well. Neither of them knew how to navigate relationships and Ingrid didn't know how to set boundaries of any kind.

They have no ill will toward each other, but also have no interest in reconnecting. When they first broke up, there was a lot of raw feelings that turned into "hatred" for each other. Once it subsided, they took a much more nuanced view of the failed relationship.

Donella is now married to another deep gnome named Caramip Sparklegem.

Work

She's a druid, but she also works and makes money as a tattoo artist.

In her original universe, she's a human and a tattooist. It's not the career people expect of her. She loves tattoos and she loves drawing, so it made sense.

Leaving home

She was still a teen when she officially left home for good. She figured if she could take care of herself, she could hit the bricks. She wasn't kicked out, she just didn't want to be around her parents anymore.

Aging

She's a deep gnome so she could live to 350 to 500 years. And that's assuming some DnD shenanigans don't prolong or shorten her life somehow.

Most deep gnomes are expected to ease into adult life by 40 and she's only 28.

Staring a family/found family

Minty, Laura, and Bex are her found family. If you have to compare them to anything, I would say sisters or cousins. In BG3, she also considers her companions found family.

Eventually, she might like to settle down and have children with someone. This could be biological or adopted children. She does fear she'll have a similar birth experience as her mother though.

[victimsofyaoipoll]

alright time to write an essay detailing whatever yaoi has done to my girl nancy wheeler. so like, even when it comes to yaoi shippers nancy has had stonathan, harringrove, AND steddie over four seasons with steddie already having massive popularity + the other shippers, wheras thankfully eleven only has to deal with byler shippers when it comes to the victimization. but not to diminish eleven any more because she has def gone through it in fandom, im going to get into nancy's stuff: you will notice all three ships she supposedly gets in the way of (ignoring jargyle because the shippers are chill in my experience) involve steve harrington, AKA the most popular character if i had to guess and the white boy of the month. see, they were dating at one point in s1 and s2. the breakup was messy. like he kinda was complicit in her slutshaming at one point and didnt let her grieve her dead best friend properly and she ambiguously (as in nobody can fucking decide when the break up was) cheated on him so yeah. messy. mutually. if not more on steve's side given he was a bit of an asshole in s1-2 but gets better. yadda yadda fast forward to harringrove in particular, AKA steve x the guy who attacked a black child and abused his younger sibling (and im not attacking anyone thats just. what happened). basically 90% of them try to convince people nancy is abusive for the two arguments that occurred and is a slut and privileged (never mind steve being probably the most well off member of the main cast + hes a white guy in the 80s) blah blah blah. also ironic they call her abusive OFTEN when billy (one half of harringrove) kinda like threatens his sister max and breaks her things and otherwise abuses her Often. but yeah. they hate her for breaking his heart. they hate her for getting in the wya of their ship possibly. they hate her in general. add that to the general fandom misogyny and suddenly a large number of people are writing essays about how much they hate her and how she's a piece of shit, actually. fast forward to s4 and steddie and a new problem arises: steddie shippers keep flooding her character and ship tags with primarily steddie. so now your options regarding her are mlm ships and mlm shippers shitting on her. also keep in mind there is now more content for half of that ship, a guy who shows up for an hour and dies in the same season, than nancy, a mc. and if you like nancy ships like jancy or ronance, too bad those tags are flooded as well. as in someone did analytics in august for ronance i think and at one point the majority of main pairings in the ronance ao3 tags itself was steddie. either way both ships usually end up as side ships or bait into a steddie centric fic or tumblr post. or nancy ends up third wheeling and getting them together. as a nice bonus (not really) recently steddie shippers have decided that they too hate nancy and have entire posts and common plots (i have seen tumblr ficlets/hc's and people discussing this as a common trope for steddie fics on ao3) about how nancy was a horrible person who damaged steve's self esteem and ability to be in a relationship or something from a break up, as if the relationship wasnt mutually harmful and compounded by nancy's whole dead best and possibly only friend thing. and whoops for ships like ronance that isnt allowed either because steve's friend isn't allowed to interact with his ex despite the fact that said friend literally said he was an ass in the s1-2 timeline. all of this making it impossible to find any positive content without it being interrupted for a character who, if i remember correctly, has almost as much screentime as eleven (and eleven at least has popular fan content and other ships that dont somehow loop around to byler/mike). and whats worse is that while canon doesnt have yaoi victimization it does have heteronormative bullshit in which she is forced into a love triangle with the same guys TWO TIMES. she literally cant win so let her win a poll maybe also sorry this is super fucking long <3

Whoooo Nancy

[ashtxeman]

*crashes through wall* got any aran hcs?

This post smells like BO, I think...

Aran is a strange lad to be sure. Everyone thinks he's a chaotic mess and a general nuisance, but in reality he's actually very chill! If you catch him on his own he's way quieter, albeit still loud but at least a bearable amount. He'll also crack jokes, have a good laugh, and if you're lucky he won't even say anything violent.

His top 'enemies' are Don, Narcis and Macho. 'Enemies' as in his favourite victims for pranks and other assorted Aran activities.. such as stealing Don's toupee and sticking it on a dog, replacing Narcis' shampoo with blended bananas or doing whatever the hell he feels like to Macho because Macho's too dull to predict anything. Not to mention all three of them have the best reactions, Don cusses him out in Spanish, Narcis cusses him out with some very creative nonsensical insults and Macho either gets confused or runs off screaming to Sandman.

Aran has a surprising amount of pets. Two weasels called Tom and Jerry (reference intended), a cat called Lucky, and a few lizards named Burren, Porter, Druid and Mulligan (all names of Irish pubs that Aran has definitely been to).

Aran is the biggest pansexual you'll ever see. He'll take anybody who comes his way, and then move on right after. The longest relationship he ever had lasted a week, and that was because he was in a coma for half of that week and couldn't tell her that he wanted to break up. The moment he woke up he asked her for a fiver and then went home and never spoke to her again. He continues to just take whatever comes along, but maybe beneath all of it he wants to find someone who can stay.

Aran got arrested for trying to fight a giant inflatable Santa when he got drunk, he spent a week in jail because he let all the animals out of a petting zoo, and another time he was arrested for illegally owning a pigeon (he called it Sky-Rat, when it was taken away he almost cried).

On a more serious note, he's been charged with assault 2 times because of some tedious fights.

Aran has some peculiar scars. He has a scar resembling a '7' on his chest because a fishing hook got caught on him whilst he was out with his Dad, but he also has one on his thigh because he tried to dive off a cliff and knocked himself on a rock.

He has one sibling, a younger sister named Erin. Their Mum, Fiona, thought it would be cute to give them similar names but they both hate it.

His Mum is in prison and his Dad is long gone, so he looks after Erin on his own.

His birthday is January 8th, the release date of the first Leprechaun movie.

Of course Aran can't drive. He's had his licence confiscated on five seperate occassions, but that doesn't stop him from finding a way to hop behind the wheel anyway.. just don't hop behind the wheel with him because you will either break something or die.

He is an absolute master at hiding pain. Usually he doesn't mind a bit of a sting but when things get bad (which they do), he hates to show it. There's a reason for it, that being..

He's deathly afraid of doctors.

Aran sneaks rides to Hondo's house so they can hang out together, plus he gets along well with Hondo's cat because they're both little bastards.

Huge anime fan. Similar to pain, he's a master at hiding it.

A very skilled artist! Not that he'd let anybody see his work..

He's a massive fan of fluffy pillows. There's nothing better than going home after a long day of making everybody elses day worse and snuggling into a poofy mass.

When his hair isn't in a ponytail he pretty much has a mullet.

Most of the time he has a four-leaf clover earing on his right ear, it's part of his brand.

He has a nickname for every boxer, albeit very uncreative ones. Examples include 'Cats' for Tiger and 'Bubbles' for Soda.

In the A-Bracket, Aran gets along best with Tiger and Hondo. His rival is Don.

In the B-Bracket, Aran gets along best with.. none of them, he doesn't go near them much because they smell like Narcis, who is of course his rival.

[mayonnaisetoffees]

Oversharing on the Internet

Tagged by: @mistmarauder 🧡 (I can respond to these in a timely manner! Who knew? Though I always say waaaaay too much hence the readmore)

ONE: Are you named after anyone? My middle name was for my mum's great-nana I think? Maybe great-grandma and I only think great-nana because we only had a great-nana. But not my first name, no. But fun fact: My parents ONLY had one name for a girl. If my younger sibling had been born a girl they'd have been fuuuucked. (Also part of why I keep my name despite it being v much female-coded because like I earnt this. Also, like... it's my name. It fits me, thought I more often than not get confused seeing it written down because like that's my verbal name, Mayo is my written name.)

TWO: When was the last time you cried? Last week? Little sleep + stress of moving = lots of tears at random times.

THREE: Do you have kids? Nope! Don't have pets either. I wanna foster/adopt/support (probably older kids/teenagers) at some point but not for a few years and I absolutely do not want bio kids. Pregnancy freaks me the fuck out.

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot? Fairly often? I can't even tell anymore tbh like I just talk, even I'm barely paying attention to what I'm saying half the time! Less so online I think (this is where people are like nah mate you do that here too) because it's definitely been misunderstood before - sometimes making me look very daft and I'm like I don't know you people well enough to say that that was what is called a joke

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play? I never found one I liked apart from, like, bench-ball. The fact that there aren't (that I've found at least) casual places to play bench ball as an adult is a fucking travesty.

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people? Their smile/laugh/sense of humour? I'm really bad with faces, but if someone laughs or makes a joke pretty soon after I meet them, I remember them a lot more easily. Online it's definitely like the quirks of their writing style.

SEVEN: What's your eye colour? Brown! Pretty dark brown too so like none of the "ooh it's got XYZ in it in the light" it has brown with hints of brown

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings - I am the biggest wimp with scary films. I was part of the "let's go hang in the kitchen with the leftover pizza/snacks" gang if horror films came on at a sleepover!

NINE: Any special talents? I'm not the biggest fan of cake, but by god will I make the best cake you've tasted. I can also do a good mix CD (less good at specific playlists because playlists it's just a big mess of great songs) and I can flick through to the right page in a book for a quote pretty easily - drove some people mad in English because people would be trying to find it for like five minutes and I'd just be like drrrrrrrr (idk how to write the noise for fanning through the pages) There!

TEN: Where were you born? At home, south of England (I'm very much Northern, being there for like two memories max one of which was falling asleep indoors doesn't count 😂). I can't remember if it was me or my older brother this happened for, but my mum went into labour in the middle of the night and woke my dad up and was like "The baby is coming" and my dear father went "If you still think so in half an hour, wake me up again" and rolled back over. Needless to say, he was not, in fact, allowed to go back to sleep. He also hates that story so we tell it as often as possible 😇

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies? Uhh I watch a lot of TV? 😂 I need to get more hobbies that get me outside tbh. But I podfic, I knit sometimes when I'm watching stuff and I play games when I watch stuff, I cook a lot, I bake, I like long walks on the beach actually I like reasonable length walks by rivers/green areas or along the promenade if I'm at the beach because sand (Anakin Skywalker was right and he should say it).

TWELVE: Do you have any pets? Nope! Just moved, but I used to help look after my friends' dog every so often - she's a black cockapoo called Luna and I love her dearly but she also made me realise if I do get a dog, I don't want a puppy. They are a lot of work. Which makes sense because they are literally baby

THIRTEEN: How tall are you? 5'7", please don't ask me for the metric - I haven't had to be measured in a while so I only know it in imperial. I wanna say like 167cm maybe? Does that sound right???

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school? English (Language over Lit) or French 100%. I always say that my optional GCSEs were all basically an extension of my skills in English (AKA bullshitting): Religious Studies (taught tbh as Christianity + a few other examples), French, Spanish (both still bullshitting just in another language), and Drama (absolutely bullshitting and also in my case scaring the shit out of an examiner because the plate smashed into lots of pieces that flew everywhere rather than just a few in a controlled space like it had in rehearsal)

FIFTEEN: Dream job? God I miss working in a cafe/events. But they don't pay the bills as well! Also like I would ideally want to do my current job 3 days a week and a manual job 2 but like without having to work lots of extra hours to keep on top of both, yk?

Tagging: @glaftwlet @emryses @snapshotmaestro @idyllic-idioms @alloverthegaf and idk anyone else who wants to do it! Brain empty can't remember usernames

[krewssleuth]

＜ ✧ – 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘? ＞

tw: shouting, Vampire Father HATES Adopted Son?! (REAL), just a couple fighting for a bit

char: mainly funneh, gold & draco

au: vampire family (my vampire family in roblox, i think)

summary: funneh brings up the idea of letting draco go, enraging his wife.

memo: i do NOT ship funneh and gold, nor kat and kim for that matter, it's just for plot & it would be much harder for a more confusing family tree(ik they're sisters k). it was pretty rushed on my end so whatever. um, yea! part 2? maybe in hcs so it's clearer, my normal writing's needs reeaaall work

The family of five was sat at the grand dinner table, a couple chatters of how well the food was made. It was beautiful; the food tasting absolutely wonderful, the siblings laughing together, and of course the couple listening to each other talk about their day. The peace was broken when Funneh brought up the incident at the family gathering.

"He belongs here. I can't believe you are seriously caring about what people say about our family!" the blonde shouted back at her husband with a glare that was seething in poison. She knew he should have known better than to be swayed by family members he only sees twice a year, at least she thought so. In a dark and demanding tone, the vampire continued saying that the phoenix is not, nor ever will be, his son.

The children could only watch and keep their mouths shut as the argument was heating by the second. They could never understand why adults switched topics when becoming defensive about another. The couple continued firing back remarks that led to different topics: being a gold-digger, not communicating with the other partner, ignoring texts, and the list goes on.

Hot tears smeared the woman's mascara, an angry frown plastered on her face. The young boy was in shock—and fear—as he saw how fired up his mother was, not used to her enraged side. With a soft voice, he tried speaking up. "Please, Mother. Don't fight, please." Gold was only infuriated from the argument and wanted for him stay with them, with him. He sure as hell did not.

The girls had left to their rooms, used to their verbal fights. Lunar, the younger sister, instructed him to stay in the guest room till the fight cools down. She was more calm and understandable compared her elder sister. She could not lie that she did not quite like him but was humane enough not to leave him alone to fend for himself. The boy was sat on the floor, right behind the door.

Draco could hear his mother's screams of anger from the simple bedroom, small sobs leaking out. He heard as his supposed father continue to say terrible things about her, the love of his life. It was terrifying to him that a couple's bond could be damaged through one child. He teared up quietly against the door, hating himself for not being good enough to be truly accepted by his father.

The father of the household made sure she could not step over him. "Oh, please. That boy could not, nor ever will, replace him." Funneh continued, "Plus, do you know how embarrassing it was to explain to our relatives about your son at the gathering?" He was referring to the latest dinner with the extended family. The father had to end up telling half the entire extended family that the boy was adopted, and a phoenix.

The look in their eyes were a mix of shock, anger, disgust and disappointment. The older man was embarrassed and ashamed to have even let her adopt a son just based on the fact that he resembled their first boy who died from vampire hunters at the age of four.

The argument went for an hour until Gold put an end to it by saying that the whole family had to stay together, and she refuses to be anywhere without Draco. The father of the family could not bite back on his words and also did not want for his wife to leave. Therefore, the two came to an agreement of allowing the boy to stay as long as he does not cause trouble.

Oh, bless the boy's heart for he would definitely need all the luck he can get, and yet, it would still be not enough to gain back the taken blessing of his father.

[ladykailolu]

Honestly I think we make Paxe too much of a villain, she’s not that mean, she’s a quite a bit like her dad, she can be cocky and act like a dick but she’s a good girl at heart.

She’d probably (at least on the inside) have some compassion for Sadie Mae since she also spent some time without parents and she’s put up with dirty street thugs too

I hope this comes across in my writing that Paxe isn't meant to be a villain of the story. She's actually another victim. Of her father, of the universe at large, etc. She had a nice, cushy life in Naples, but in a single week, the rug was pulled out from underneath her: her father, who hardly visited, leaves to go half-way across the planet, and her doting mother dies. She has no one and nothing. Sure, if her mother had relatives or friends, she could go with them, but no! NO! She wants to find her father again and make him answer for his absence. At that age (she's five years old when all this happens), she's feeling a whole storm of emotions: fear, anger, sadness, grief, despair, and a little bit of hope. Finding her father was that bit of hope. It's like pushing yourself to trudge through the desert because you have this hunch that there's an oasis just beyond your reach.

Fast forward seven years, and Paxe, now almost a pre-teen, finally finds her father...and a few other people. Her father Gyro is now married to someone who *isn't* Paxe's mother, and there are four younger kids inhabiting the house? All of a sudden, she's face with new, perceived threats. She can't have her father all to herself. She now has to share. Those 7 years of survival and grit and risk and reward be damned!

Under the circumstances, I think it's plausible to assume that Paxe would feel threatened by the presence of her siblings, especially of Maggie and Sadie-Mae, because she feels competition for her father's affection for the first time in her life. She could lose her father now after having fought to have him back for so long and enduring so many horrors that should never even cross a child's mind in play.

Sure, Paxe comes across as "villainous": she's aggressive and unforgiving of her sisters, selfish for her father's love, and angry and hateful all around. But it's not because she truly hates her sisters. What drives her unruly behavior is her underlying fear, insecurity, and anxiety. She loved her mother, then her mother passed away. She loved her father, then he abandoned her. Then she gets her father back, but their relationship could never be the same.

Paxe is a scared little girl on the inside. To compensate and hide her weakness, she puts on this brave face and shows aggression so unbecoming of a girl her age. In fact, her behavior gave quite a shock to many of the adults who encountered her during her seven year journey. It was like hearing a rough, crude young adult man talk from a young girl's body. Very jarring.

But it was all out of fear. Lash out first and make sure they can't get back up! More or less, that's how Paxe goes about things. That doesn't change much pre-kidnapping.

Post-kidnapping, Paxe had another 10 years to develop. She can recognize that she and her sisters are in the same boat and in a great deal of danger. But she sure as hell didn't lose that aggression! Her response to the trauma would be to fight, and she put up a hell of a fight against their kidnapper, even if Sadie-Mae got in the last blow.

On their way back home post-kidnapping, Paxe developed a quiet respect for her sisters out of sympathy for their collective experience being held prisoner for almost a decade. But that doesn't mean that she agrees with how to go about getting home. She's still adamant about returning to her father Gyro again, but strangely, she lacks the same loud-mouth vigor that she had when she was a kid. She slowly realizes the truth Sadie-Mae tries to impart on her, even if she won't admit it. Paxe is more tired than scared at this point, but she wants to see Gyro again and have a heart-to-heart with him. She needed to hear the truth from her father's mouth, sober. Silently, she reflects upon her mother's words that her father is simply no good and resolves to tell him that her mother was right the whole time. She wondered what her life would be like in Naples if she hadn't run off after her mother's funeral. If she had stayed with a relative or a friend of her mother's. Would she be any happier?

She was angry with her father now for leaving her behind and admitting that he never wanted her in the first place. These were realizations that she kept denying herself for years, but a decade in captivity gave her plenty of time to think it over and arrive at her truth. She didn't want to fight her father, but she wanted to say that she was done with him to his face.

I think Sadie-Mae and Maggie could (eventually) see past Paxe's aggressive demeanor and realize that she's just as scared and hurt as they are. The girls are in the same boat. So the girls work together to survive, looking out for each other, helping each other dodge (or fight) creeps, keeping each other company during the harder times when they have very little money and are hungry and cold, etc.

At the end of it all, she's grown to respect Sadie-Mae and Maggie and see them more as equals.

We should make a little collection of episodes where Paxe, Maggie, and Sadie-Mae behave like normal school-aged girls and actually get along. I was thinking about writing a story of the Zeppeli family and have Gyro try to save his image in the family while managing fathering three of his bastard daughters as a single parent lol. He doesn't like to talk about it but the fact that he has bastard kids that his family knows about is a sore spot for him and is utterly embarrassing. He does what he can to hide his daughters when his dad, uncles (he has at least two on his father's side), and granddad (Will) visit. Liona, however, demands to see her granddaughters with every visit and spoils them with the attention their father rarely gives them.

Gdi I have so many cute, wholesome ideas of either Gyro or Liona spending time with these girls that I don't have enough time or energy to write everything down. I'm reading this book called "The Family" by Mario Puzo and while there are many, many instances of some shady shit going down, there are actually a lot of instances of good, quality, wholesome family sentiments being shared between a father and his four bastard children. Interestingly enough, the children are like the inverse of Gyro's children: in "The Family", the main character (Rodrigo Borgia, Pope Alexander VI) has three sons and 1 daughter with one woman he never married, while Gyro has three daughters and 1 son with four different women he never married. And "The Family" also takes place in Italy, in the 15th century.

Imagine that the Zeppelis all gather together in Will's McMansion for some holiday celebration (probably Christmas), and they pass out bottle after bottle after bottle after bottle of wine. All kinds of wine: red, sweet, dry, rose, white, sparkling, etc, etc. So much wine, they would open up their own winery. Will probably even has a refrigerator dedicated to all of his wines. Anyway, one year when Paxe is like 10 or so, she's in Gyro's ear asking about the wine, and he can't take her questions anymore, so he lets her sip a little out of his own cup. She made a face and stuck her tongue out, saying that it's too bitter. So, he pours out some sweet wine for her and mixes it with a lot of soda. She likes that wine spritzer a lot more and drinks down a lot of it until Gyro warned her to go easy on it. Well, Maggie and Sadie-Mae see Paxe get a special drink, so they want one too! Gyro rolls his eyes, but he lets them take a sip then immediately gives them water.

[astrolomona]

being in love never lasts anyways

maybe love is overrated.

kaeya, childe (sep) x gn!reader

modern, highschool au

lowercase typing, oneshot

fluff -> angst, hurt no comfort, cheating, they fall out of love or they never fell to begin with

KAEYA

everybody likes him. he is gorgeous, popular, smart, athletic and perfect in every way. there is not a single person in the school who is unaware of this man, and upon meeting him they would soon swoon over him.

you were lucky, thanking the archons everyday to have been able to call him yours. hell, this isn’t a religious school but you knew the gods were in your favour.

you and kaeya alberich had grown close through biology, being assigned partners by the strict teacher everyone knew and hated. but with how things turned out, you grew to have been thankful for the teacher for causing you two to become close, turning into partners in more ways than just sharing a microscope.

kaeya wasn’t the best at biology, you were the only one who knew that. alongside a few of his friends. celestia forbid that anyone else knew alberich was bad at biology out of anything. you helped him through and through, he even stopped by your house for tutoring lessons. due to this, you’ve grown closer and closer, causing the boy to have no choice but to make the first move.

over the past few months, you’ve done nothing but fall deeper and deeper for him.

you would hope that he felt the same way, having dating him for almost four and a half months by now.

of course he does, right?

why would he ask you to be his significant other if he didn’t?

even so, why had he stopped visiting you? for the past half-month you’ve only ever seen him during biology class. meanwhile, during those classes he would care less about what you had to say unless it had to do with your guys’ recent assignment. every time you would try to text him, he would barely respond or would make up an excuse not to call. you excused it as stress, he had some issues at home dealing with his brother and terribly sick father that the two had to take care of. despite how content and alright his brother seemed as you pass by him in the hallway.

if he still loves you, you wouldn’t be feeling this way. if he still loves you, you wouldn’t have to overthink every night before wiping your tears and drifting off to sleep. if he still loves you, you wouldn’t be feeling like some biology study guide for him.

if he still loves you, you wouldn’t be watching him at a distance, arms comfortably wrapped around another figure that was not you. laughing along with his friends as said figure pecks him on the cheek, he looks them in the eyes with such adoration in his expression. he never showed you affection like that in public, not once. after this discovery, not ever.

he is in love, but not with you. never with you. for the past four and a half months he was in love with a good grade in biology, not with y/n.

CHILDE

you adore him, everyone does. although causing quite the stir on some occasions resulting in him ending up in detention, everyone found his presence entertaining.

he is charming, to say the least. his personality, looks, strength. archons, did he look good playing on the court/field playing for the school’s sports team. fitting to his nickname, he is very good with children, due to the fact that he lives and grew up with three younger siblings.

how fortunate for you to be able to call the one and only, tartaglia, your boyfriend.

everyday, you would provide him with a meal for lunch, whether it’d be homemade or his usual order from his favourite restaurant. he appreciates this, he appreciates you.

he appreciates me as much as i do him. keep convincing yourself.

one year ago, how fortunate for you to have caught tartaglia’s eye as he played on the football field. you, completely stood up by your friends, sat alone amongst the crowd on the bleachers. admiring the ginger boy who would continuously make eye contact with you, smirking your way whenever he’d get a touchdown.

“normally, people don’t go to football games on their own,” he approached you at the end of the game. you couldn’t tell if he was here because he was infatuated with you, or if he was going to bully you. “i came here with my friends.”

“where are they?”

“..i was supposed to come here with my friends.”

he laughed, “allow me to walk you home. this is our first time interacting, but i feel as though we’re gonna get along quite well.”

hesitantly, you questioned, “why do you want to walk me home?”

“there’s scary people out there, and i like to say that i’m a good fighter,” childe replied.

from then on, tartaglia walked you home everyday. eventually, he found the time to pick you up in the mornings to walk you to school. he would talk about his family, his day, and everything he wanted you to know.

whenever it was your turn to talk however, he would listen. sometimes.

he showed no interest in what you had to say, always changing the subject to something else.

even then, at least he would still interact with you, right?

months later into your guys’ relationship, you would see childe less and less throughout the day. he would excuse it as being busy most of the time, being part of several sports teams and outside activities. even as you knew damn well that his schedule had barely changed since you guys first started dating.

and so, you decided to subtly confront him after he had declined the thirteenth date in a row.

leading to an argument, you two were exchanging harsh words that would have never been said one year ago. your heart breaking down, while childe’s heart kept strong and stable. like he didn’t care. not about you, your shaky voice, your broken heart, or the tears flooding your eyes.

“you know what, y/n? i’ve been avoiding you because i don’t love you anymore. you’re boring, nothing about you is interesting and i regret ever dating you. you can’t possibly think you’re anything compared to me.” he spat.

how unfortunate for you, to have your heart broken by the one and only, tartaglia.

how unfortunate for you to have caught his eye one year ago, and in a blink of an eye be meaninglessly thrown away, just as he does with the lunches you used to prepare for him every day.

a/n: hiii! this is my first post lol sorry that kaeya’s part was waayyy shorter than childes, because there was supposed to be no dialogue but rip- i still have lots to improve so this is more of an improvement journey blog thing

this concept seems kinda basic but hey,, yeah

(also btw i dont know anything about sports touchdown = football right, for some reason i kept considering home run but that’s baseball)

interaction appreciated! thank you for reading! <3

[insertpoetryhere]

Can you do yuuichi ootori for the 20 hc thing 🤗

My boy!!! My favorite Ootori!!!

Fun fact I’ve tried to post this twice and the app crashed both times. 🤞.

1.) Like I said with Kyoya, the Ootoris are new money. Yoshio’s grandparents were farmers prior to WW1 and then stumbled into a fortune. Yuichi is the only sibling old enough to remember their great grandparents, who died when he was 7.

2.) Yuichi is the most down to earth Ootori, mostly because his Great Grandma Kyoko would come back from the dead and bitch slap him if he started acting high and mighty.

3.) Yuichi is a dog person in a house full of cat people.

4.) Yuichi is Akito, Fuyumi, and Kyoya’s half brother from Yoshio’s first marriage to his childhood sweetheart. He inherited the company shortly after Yuichi was born and decided his wife wasn’t fitting of his status. He quietly divorced her and married a richer woman, who had Akito and Fuyumi two years later. None of the siblings know that Yuichi has a different mother.

5.) Yuichi has always been Fuyumi’s partner in crime, with her getting them into trouble and him talking them out of it. This dynamic continued into adulthood, but now almost exclusively applies to their father.

6.) Even though he loves his siblings, Yuichi can never remember how old Kyoya is. Every time he guesses, he’s always a few years younger than the actual answer. It’s the oldest to youngest child dynamic (speaking as the oldest of four myself)

7.) Yuichi is bad at lying but very good at bending the truth. He can omit information like a pro but if you ask him to tell a bold faced lie he will immediately start sweating.

8.) While he was in university, Yuichi fell in love with a Psychology student a year above him. The feeling was mutual and he wanted to marry her, but knew his father wouldn’t approve because (while wealthy) she wasn’t rich enough for the Ootoris. The relationship never went anywhere, but the two are still in contact and at 29, Yuichi Ootori remains suspiciously unmarried.

9.) Up until Kyoya’s mall trip, Yuichi was undefeated as the only Ootori siblings to have ever eaten a meal from McDonald’s.

10.) Yuichi has a one sided tension with Akito. While has adored Yuichi practically since birth, Yuichi sometimes feels resentment for Akito solely based on the pressure his father put on both of them to compete for the title of being the heir to the Ootori name. He feels awful for this resentment, especially considering how Akito comes to him with everything.

11.) The rest of the Ootori siblings come to him for advice on everything since he is the least likely out of all of them to tell their father.

12.) Yuichi’s policy on what Kyoya does is a lot more lax than the other members of the family. If he sees Kyoya doing something “unfitting of his status” he will immediately turn around so he can deny he ever saw him. It’s the unspoken “go ahead, I saw nothing” when he very obviously caught him sneaking out to do teenager bullshit. And, true to his word, he will keep his mouth shut. That is unless he finds out it’s illegal, dangerous, or stupid in a way that isn’t funny. Even then he doesn’t tell their dad or say anything to Kyoya himself. Instead he will run his mouth to Tachibana. He knows who Kyoya actually listens to.

13.) His approach to his other siblings in adulthood is “did you add or subtract from the population? No? Then please don’t tell me”. He will help them out of a situation but for the love of god please don’t give him ALL the details. As long as no one gets arrested and dad isn’t pissed, then all is well.

14.) As shown above, Yuichi actively hates being in the know about most topics that don’t concern him. It makes him feel out of control.

15.) Yuichi’s third year at ouran was also Akito and Fuyumi’s first. He spent most of the year keeping them out of trouble.

16.) Mr. Ootori’s computer password is Yuichi’s birthdate in numerical order.

17.) Yuichi is 6’4 and is the tallest Ootori.

18.) Yuichi minored in history in college, which is the field he wanted to go into before his father had him go to medical school instead.

19.) A lot of people have described Yuichi as “too gentle” for the line of work he is in.

20.) When Kyoya was born, Tachibana would sneak Yuichi into the nursery so he could see his baby brother. He was the only Ootori sibling interested in doing so.

[radiantsouth]

the protector

Susan was relieved that, for once, she wouldn't be tucking Lucy into bed alone. Heaven knows Edmund would never do it with her—he would simply hover in the doorway like an apparition to say good night to their younger sister, and he was much too squeamish to let Susan tuck him in, too. Well, when he was awake, at least; he couldn't protest if she crept to his room while he was asleep, just to make sure he was alright.

It was Peter who drew the blanket around Lucy's shoulders tonight. There was almost no reprieve from the moment he arrived—only a too-short breakfast, then it was off to the council room, fighting exhaustion as his generals debated and his siblings watched, hoping he wouldn't fall over then and there.

His eyes seemed especially sunken and bloodshot in the candlelight, bending down to kiss Lucy on the cheek.

“Good night, Peter.” Lucy looked expectantly at Susan, who relented and kissed her other cheek. “Good night, Susan. Night, Ed.”

“Night, Lu,” Edmund called out from the foot of the bed.

Peter turned to him with an impish smile. “Does Edmund want a good night kiss as well?” he teased.

“I'm alright, thanks,” Edmund protested, backing away from the bed, but Peter was quick to chase him and lift him up kicking and screaming out of the room. “Please, stop,” he whined as Peter nuzzled into his neck, laughing at the ticklish feeling.

Susan shook her head as she followed them, closing the door to Lucy's room behind her.

“Susan, help, he's torturing me,” Edmund wheezed between tickles.

“Come on, Ed, your brother missed you,” Susan said with fake sympathy. “In fact, I think you deserve a good night kiss, too—”

Edmund slipped out of Peter's grip and scampered to his room. “Good night!” he called out hastily. “See you tomorrow!” The door slammed shut.

Peter chuckled. “He'll miss this when he grows up.”

“I think we'll simply have to smother him until he's sick of us,” Susan agreed. “You off to bed, as well?”

Peter shook his head. “Don't think there’ll be any sleep for me tonight,” he said lightly.

“Oh honestly, look at the state of you—”

“Don't mother me, Susan, I know,” Peter sighed. “Believe me, I want to sleep.”

For once, Susan bit her tongue. Five hundred men lost, each one a weight on Peter’s conscience. The younger ones might have made him forget, just for a little while, but not Susan. Never Susan—it fell to her, all the bleak responsibility that came with piecing Peter back together. She was a reminder, not a distraction.

Sometimes she wished that she brought joy, like Lucy. Even Edmund's acerbic nature proved to be a worthy diversion. But this was her, and there were four thrones to be filled. This was all she had to offer.

She trailed after Peter into his bedroom, and he let her. When she closed the door, Peter was sitting cross-legged in front of the lit fireplace, staring into the flames.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I'm sorry,” she began softly. “It must have been difficult.”

“Yes, well,” Peter agreed, though his voice was sour. “Does it ever get easier?”

Silently, Susan sat beside him. “I think if it got easier, you wouldn't be as good a king as you are now,” she said.

This, at least, got a half-hearted laugh out of Peter. “You know, you're infuriating when you're making sense.”

“I know. I must resign myself to your hating me forever.”

Wordlessly, Susan laid her head on his shoulder. She felt the tension leech from his body, and was comforted that he felt some form of relief in her presence, just as she did with his. All of them were happy that he was home, but maybe her most of all, even though she showed it least. His absence meant that Edmund and Lucy turned to her, a responsibility much more familiar to him.

He was only one year older, yet she still remembered how determined he would be to lead the way. When she was four or five and Edmund couldn’t walk yet, she had broken one of their crayons in half. They shared everything, then, because there simply wasn't enough to go around. Susan had started babbling nonsense about how she was sorry—she hadn’t wanted to cry, but she did, and that made her even more upset.

Peter sat beside her, spreading more newspaper on the rickety dinner table. “They still work when they're broken, see?” he’d said, grasping the crayon half in his hands. “And look, now we can both use them. Don't cry.”

From the moment she was born, Peter never had anything that wasn't shared: clothes, food, toys, attention, all of which he gave to his younger siblings freely. The only thing that was truly his was—well, her, Edmund, and Lucy.

But this... this burden, Susan was determined to share with him.

“You know what I thought of, when all the fighting was over?” Peter said. “That Edmund and Lucy will have to see it with their own eyes someday. We can't protect them forever.”

Susan pursed her lips. She’d thought of it, too, how fast they were all growing up. She’d thought that at least in the Professor’s house, Edmund and Lucy could be made to forget, to play and be the children that they were. They couldn’t avoid that here.

“We prepare them for the inevitable,” Susan said eventually. “It's all we can do.”

“Right as always, Su,” Peter sighed. “You did well, holding down the fort.” The younger ones, the castle, the country—Susan knew he meant them all.

“We both do what we do best.”

His eyes fell on Rhindon above the mantelpiece. “I should tell you... next time, we might need you out there. Five hundred men aren't easy to replace, but with you there...”

“I understand.”

“I’m sorry to do this to you. I know you hate it.”

Susan sat up and hugged her knees. There was nothing but regret in Peter’s eyes; as much as she hated going to battle, he hated having to send her. “It makes no difference. I'll be where I'm needed.” On the battlefield, at Peter's side, whichever he meant. “I can handle myself,” she added, tacking on what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“And don’t I know it.” Peter reached out to squeeze her hand once. “Thanks for everything, Su.”

Susan knelt, placing a kiss on the crown of his golden head. “There’s no need to thank me. What you do need, though, is a good night’s sleep.”

“Yes, mum,” Peter said with another long-suffering sigh, but he smiled up at her all the same. “Good night, Susan.”

“Good night, Peter.” Tomorrow would bring a whole new host of problems, but for tonight, she could sleep knowing that her job was done.

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I have written a chapter of state sanctioned alien erotica. I am a mad woman and have no one to blame but myself and @onetobeamup

So please enjoy Chapter One of Gul of her Choice and excuse any formatting issues, I'm on mobile.

Oloh Lodam was not panicking; because Oloh Lodam did not panic. Panic was a completely useless emotion, if she had given in to panic or self doubt she would not have lasted a day at the University of Culat. Instead, she had not only excelled in her chosen field, linguistics, she had done it as one of the only two women. She was a credit to her nation; and to her father, whose footsteps she had so willingly followed in. 

Willingly and apparently blindly, she thought bitterly. Followed him right into disgrace on Cardassia II, alone with no friends, no connections, and four younger siblings she had to protect from his stupid mistakes. Which brought her to her state of not-panic.

“This is hopeless!” Oloh cried as she threw the ridiculously tiny makeup brush down on the desk. She turned away from the mirror and her half made up ridges. She stared in despair at the mess in her room, every single dress pulled from every closet and drawer. She nearly clutched at her hair, but stopped herself at the last minute. Her long locks were in a very intricate braid that so far was the only thing going right this evening. She heard a giggle come from somewhere in the clutter. 

“Gila, if you’re going to be in my room at least be quiet!” Oloh snapped. The giggling cut off suddenly and Oloh felt a wave of guilt crash over her. Oloh pinched her nose and took a deep breath, and said in a kinder tone “I’m sorry, Gila. Come on out, honey.” Her youngest sister burrowed out from a huge pile of rejected outfits and stumbled over to Oloh, reaching up to be held. Oloh sighed but picked her up and squeezed tightly. Gila wriggled her arms free to poke at Oloh’s forehead, giggling again when her fingers came away dusted with blue powder.

“Well she can’t make it any worse” sniped a voice from the doorway. Oloh looked up to see that the rest of her siblings were also watching her have a breakdown over her makeup. Savaar, the second youngest, was fidgeting and scratching at the scales behind his ears. It was a childhood habit he’d recently picked up again, which worried Oloh to no end. The twins, Ikat and Varak, were leaning against opposite sides of the doorway, like mirror images of each other. Ikat pushed off the doorway and walked over, took Gila from Oloh, and placed her on the ground with a parting tickle to her tummy. With a giggling shriek, Gila ran off to play somewhere else. 

“You were always helpless when it came to these things” she said, gazing critically at Oloh’s handiwork, “It makes sense, you hardly need it, which is incredibly annoying. Let me help.”

“Oh, and wear this one,” Varak said, holding up a dress Oloh had dismissed as being too desperate, “the cutouts are quite daring.” He smirked at her. Oloh was too old to stick her tongue out at her younger brother, but she did it anyway if only to feel lighter, for just a moment. Varak just tsk’ed.

“Look at me, please” Ikat said as she yanked Oloh’s chin towards her, brandishing the previously discarded makeup brush. “Well, I’ve certainly got my work cut out for me, you have to leave in 40 minutes if you don’t want to miss Officer’s Ball.” 

“Would that be so bad?” Savaar asked, “You could just stay here tonight.” That was another worrying thing, Savaar hated to have Oloh out of his sight, like she might never come back every time she left the house.

“No Savaar, dearest, I have to go.” She reached out her hand to him, hoping to sooth his concerns, but he didn’t come.

“But why?” He cried mournfully

“Because our dear father’s scholarly instincts outweighed his good sense.” Varak scoffed. Savaar’s eyes welled with tears at the mention of their father, as usual. He was doing a valiant job of not letting them fall, but it was only a matter of time before Varak’s snide remarks got him. 

“Savaar, why don’t you go make and bring some tea to Mother? I’m sure she’d love that.” Savaar sniffled but straightened, and scampered off to the kitchen.

“You’re too soft on him, you know.” Ikat said as she dusted her shoulders a bright, alluring blue. “You do him no favors by coddling him so.”

“I know, but this is only a phase. Once he gets used to Cardassia II, he’ll perk right up, I’m sure of it.”

“And mother will leave the house and stop staring out the window at nothing.” Varak muttered.

“Varak!”

“No, that’s what the husband is for.” Ikat says, with a final swipe at Oloh’s ridges. “There, now get dressed, but don’t smudge anything!”

Soon Oloh was running out the front door to the waiting shuttle, wrapping her cloak around her shoulders. She was going to find a husband and she was going to do it tonight.

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The hall was beautiful. There were banners all along the walls, emblazoned with the Central Command logos and emblems of the different troops in attendance. Oloh’s heart swelled with pride to be so surrounded by the visual reminder of why they were all here tonight. To celebrate the establishment of a new command center here on Cardassia II, turning this once humble colony into a true member of the Cardassian Union. Cardassia II may not be home, she may be here in a semi-form of exile, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be proud to see the Union grow ever stronger.   

Oloh shook off her starry eyed wonder and looked around the room. The party seemed split between two rooms, the front hall that was set up for dining and a back hall that had faint music pouring out of it. Dinner would not be served for a while yet, so Oloh made her way to the back hall. There was an attendant at the door who gave a curt military bow. Oloh assured herself she was being paranoid when she saw him hesitate when she gave him her name. He loudly called “Miss Oloh Lodam” into the room and then gestured to another attendant inside the ballroom who took her cloak. Well, the party hadn’t fallen into a deadly silence when her name rang out, so it was already an improvement from the last party she attended on Cardassia Prime. She made her way to the refreshment table to get herself a drink, her cunning eyes jumping from man to man in the room, trying to scope out the perfect target. She began a leisurely circuit around the room, listening for any helpful tidbit.

About halfway around the room, she came across a small group of Guls and their wives.

“Who is that man? I don’t believe I’ve seen him here before.” One of the women asked

“Oh, that’s Glinn Dal, an old academy friend of Gul Lengo. He won’t be stationed here permanently, I hear he has his sights set on a promotion and a new Galor-Class ship.” Her husband responded.

“Well, he’ll certainly need that promotion if wants to command that new warship” Another Gul answered as he took a sip of his kanar.

Oloh surreptitiously peered around the group to see who they were talking about and had to restrain herself from gasping outright. Glinn Dal was magnificent. Tall and stately, shining hair perfectly slicked back; he was in the middle of conversation with several other Glinns and Guls. He couldn’t have been older than 35, but already Oloh could see a faint glimmer of gray around his temple. His conversation partner must have said something funny, because he threw his head back and laughed, exposing his neck ridges further. Oloh nearly whimpered. There was a mix of men and women in his group, Oloh couldn’t tell if he had arrived with anyone, but if he hadn't, he could be just the man she was hunting. A military man with ambition, he'd only be home long enough to make a few children before he was deployed off again. His stunning looks was just an extra, making those brief visits much more pleasurable than she could have dreamed. Finishing off her drink and discreetly adjusting her bodice, Oloh made her way to the Glinn.

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Glinn Rojo Dal was enjoying himself at this party, he really was. There was no reason for him not to be enjoying himself. He was in the prime of his life, had a promising military career, and was surrounded by like minded friends. So what if his best friend had met a farmer heiress and married above his station and made Gul before him. Lengo and his wife were true friends and a credit to Cardassia! So what if his military career depended on him finding a wife; he was not blind, he knew he was handsome and charming. He'd had enough daliences in his youth to be confident in his performance of marital duties. But the pressure to find a wife and to do so quickly made him nervous.

Which is why he was here, at a party at a garrison he wasn't even stationed at. Lengo insisted that there were eligible women for the taking on Cardassia II, and he would barely take two steps planetside before finding a wife.

But then he'd been caught up in the social networking required of a man of his station with military ambitions. Meeting with old friends from the Academy, touring the new garrison, introducing himself to a few legates, anything that could give him a leg up when promotions came around. And not just this time, but the next time, and the time after that. It left Rojo feeling very disillusioned. The mark of a good soldier should be his conduct in service, not who he's friends with and where he is seen.

It colored his whole attitude to finding a wife as well. Of course he wanted to marry and father children for the glory of Cardassia, but with all his recent wining and dining it now felt… cheap.

He resigned himself to a slightly futile evening and took a sip of his kanar when the herald called out yet another name. Rojo looked up and fumbled his glass of kanar and nearly choked. The late arrival was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in her life. Her long hair was braided all the way down to her lower back. She wore a long, deep green dress with an almost scandalous cut out at her shoulders that were revealed as she pulled her cape off. She somehow seemed to shimmer in the light. She was stunning- Rojo cursed himself for not properly listening to the herald, he had no idea what her name was. 

A hard clap to his back brought him out of his reverie.

"What's the matter, Dal? Forget how to drink kanar?" Lengo laughed boisterously. He did always find his own jokes very amusing. Rojo rolled his eyes fondly.

"No, no, I could never forget how to drink kanar. I was just distracted by someone- do you know who she is?" Rojo said, pointing back towards the door, where she had been standing.

"Ah, has someone finally caught your eye?" Lengo said with a knowing smile. 

"I've always said you were too picky."  Now which one is so beautiful she nearly made you choke to death" 

Rojo turned to gesture at her, but to his dismay, she was already gone. He scanned the crowds but couldn't see her anywhere.

"I… I don't know." How on earth could a woman like that blend into the crowd?

"Seeing things now, Dal?" Lengo laughed. "Don't worry, we'll find her once the dancing begins."

Rojo nodded in agreement, but continued scanning the room, trying to find her.

Rojo was so distracted by his search he completely lost track of the conversation around him until he caught the last line of some joke Lengo was telling. It caught him so off guard his laughter surprised him. He threw back his head and reached out to stabilize himself against Lengo.

He was still recovering when a voice he hadn’t heard before said “Something amusing, Glinn Dal?”

Rojo couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, the beautiful stranger, standing right before him with a wry quirk of her eyebrows. She was somehow more beautiful up close. Her eyes were dark and serious and her scales were a gorgeous shade of blue. Rojo was literally speechless. Too speechless. He was just standing there, staring at her.

"Uh- I… I guess so." he stuttered out nonsense as her face took on a disbelieving look.

"You'll have to forgive our dear Dal, a fine head for military tactics but absolutely useless at meeting new people." Lengo cut it. "Lucky for him he's got me. This shy oaf is Rojo Dal, but you seem to know that already. And you are?"

"Oloh Lodam, it is a pleasure to meet you. And should I assume that you are Gul Lengo?"

"Right again! Surely you must not know everyone in our party, let me introduce you."

As Lengo took Miss Lodam around their circle Rojo had the sinking feeling that he was in quite a lot of trouble.

[ghostwaffleheimer]

[Sorry for weird format/quality, these are very long image files]

Since these are so old and I'm likely not actually going to pick up on the story for these I'm just going to throw them out into the void of Warriors tumblr. I just wanted to make a bunch of cats with very out-there or incredibly bland but potentially valid names and give them wacky designs.

Rundown of the story: Main character is Hollyberry, she's best friends with Whisperwhisker and the medicine cat Sunmoon, the latter of which she has a mutual crush with. The clan leader Allstar's son Shootingshine likes Hollyberry too. Everybody in the clan is having some sort of relationship drama and there are no new apprentices or kits so tensions are high. This issue is partly resolved when Sunmoon and Hollyberry have kits (Turkey/Wolf/Ice/Coal), but because Sunmoon is the medcat this is considered A Crime. Allstar dies at some point and his son (who was the deputy bc nepotism yay) becomes leader. Jealous about Holly rejecting him, he decides to exile the two lovers and keep their kits in the clan, but Holly and Sun are able to sneak away with at least Icekit and create their own little clan.

More details about these guys:

Eclipseheart is Hollyberry's mom. She is killed after trying to steal kits from Morassclan to increase Woodclan numbers.

Snakeleg and Fangtooth are mates and at the beginning are the only functionally normal couple but they're not interested in kits. Everyone thought Snakeleg and Wormfang were going to be a couple but they're just very good friends. Everyone is surprised when Wormfang ends up with Whisperwhisker and they have two litters.

Swallowseed is desperate for a girlfriend. His parents Nutface (who was the previous deputy) and Milkpuddle died in a fight with rogues before the story's start.

Sassafrassshadow and Cloverfield both are kinda awkward and bond over it, eventually having feelings for each other.

Sassafrassshadow and Rootbeer are siblings. Rivercry is Whisperwhisker's younger half-sister. Fangtooth and Talonclaw are twin brothers.

Sunmoon is a chimera and uses they/he pronouns. Cloverfield doesn't mind what anybody uses. Beetroot has no gender, only bloodlust.

Shortsight ends up being made temporary medicine cat when Sunmoon is exiled. She hates this job. She hates this clan. Especially Rootbeer. He's always coming in with a hangover.

Allstar and Rockstar are secretly brothers. Nickelpaw is Rockstar's son.

Baybee is the daughter of Beeleaf and Baywatch. Baywatch named her after himself bc he's vain. Beeleaf died and Baywatch requested her warrior name. Baybee hates her dad. Baywatch is also Swallowseed's brother but left Woodclan because he wanted a hot girlfriend.

Splashpad and Flashfire are sisters. Splashpad and Steppestep are Marshpaw and Smokepaw's parents. Olivebranch is Birdwing, Earthstone, and Steppestep's dad. Batear and Steppestep used to be mates but split after their kits died.

Goldeneye, Batear, and Beeleaf are siblings.

Flashfire and Goldeneye are mates and parents to Lightning/Flame/Amber.

Mountaindew and Chickenwing's hellspawn are the four on the bottom.

There was another clan, Plainclan, that was destroyed by Morassclan and had some of their cats taken. These include Olivebranch's mate and Mudmask's parents.

[rimaiahwrites]

Red handed—

Chapter seven

After Erik drove away Israel came in to the house grinning even though he low key pissed her off.

She was still happy that she got to spend time with him, Erik was actually bringing happiness and excitement to her dull life and she couldn't be happier about it.

Israel walked right passed her brothers and into the kitchen, not even noticing all her brothers and their friends sitting in the living room looking at her like she lost her mind.

She grabbed a water bottle and began to chug it. Until she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and started choking on the cold water. Noah got up from the floor and made his way over to pat her on the back.

When she got her choking under Control, she waved at them giving her best smile trying not to look suspicious.

"Who the fuck was that nigga you was wit'?" Her smile dropped.

"What are you talking about I-" Jay cut his eyes at her, daring her to lie to his face. Israel rolled her eyes trying to play it off. "He's Just one of my friends jay, relax."

"Since when do you have guy friends?" He asked walking into the kitchen. Everyone now quiet like he was some sort of king.

"Since when did I have to answer to you?" Israel spit back, looking him up and down. Jay was a bit taken back from her tone because it wasn't like her to get go smart mouth with him.

"Since you were born fuck you mean when? You forgetting that you the youngest?" He said cocking his head back like she just said the most stupidest shit ever. "no but You keep forgetting I'm grown. I can do as I please." She hissed slamming the freighter door shut. "I'm not no damn baby anymore, stop trying to tell me what I can and can't do I'm grown rather you like it or not, the fuck" she said stepping up to him as if he wasn't 6'0 and bulky grown man. not even realizing that she had raised her tone with him...or that she was cussing.

"Girl-" she quickly held her hand up to hush him. "No! I'm so done with this shit! Y'all three get to do whatever y'all want and y'all still live in mom and dads house and don't nobody say shit to y'all but when I hang out with someone of the opposite gender it's a problem? as if you did just sneak that girl In your room not to long ago, as if y'all wasn't fucking in there while mom was downstairs right under your room." She spit out dropping her head down a bit to give him a death stare. She was so irritated and had so much adrenaline running through her, she was shaking.

"You really can't say shit to me jay!" She said slapping her hand on the counter, and her other hand in her hip. Looking like a middle aged black mama yelling at her disobedient child while jay just stood there staring wildly at her but there wasn't much he could say. It was all true. She cut him up and now he was stuck not knowing what to say.

It was quiet in the living room and kitchen.

Jays friends didn't say a thing but they were fully entertained with the argument going on between the two Sibling.

"So what you just fucking random niggas now? Huh? That's where you was last night? At that niggas house being a hoe?" He shouted, veins popping out the side of his head. Israel face dropped at his words and they stung more then she thought they would.

You could hear a pin drop nobody made a move or spoke a word. Just a silent staring contest between the two. Jays fists balled, shoulders squared looking like he was ready to fight while Israel on the other hand was her eyes were getting glossy and her breathing heavy. She could feel the lump in her throat getting harder to swallow.

She cleared her throat and turn to walk back to get her bag by the front door. And heading up stairs, there was nothing else to be said. Israel now knew that her big brother saw her as nothing more then just a hoe, he has made it very clear today.

Israel waited until she was 18 just to talk to men and now he was calling her a hoe not even knowing that she only stayed for the night, And that was all. But there was no point in arguing with jay, he was stubborn and a asshole. if that's what he thought that's what he thought.

She shut her bedroom door and headed straight to her bed, stuffing her face in her pillow tears coming down like a waterfall.

She was Tempted to call Erik just so he could come get her of the hell hole she called home.

Maybe that was over dramatic but she hated it here, she loved her family but being with them 24/7 wasn't something she planned on doing once she turned eighteen. She honestly thought she would have been treated like her brothers were but then again she was never given a fraction of the freedom her brothers has. She was never treated like her feelings mattered, everything has always been about the boys.

You would think that since she's the only daughter her father has she would be treated like a princess and get away with everything but that definitely wasn't the case with her father. She was always the one to get yelled at first, she was always the first one to get blamed for something she didn't do and was always the first to get it the worst of her siblings.

Her father was a strict, mean military man that had no Sympathy for anyone and he clearly passed that down to his oldest son.

She was so sick of crying over them, she was so sick of being mistreated.

With tears still running down her face she sat up and took a deep breath feeling like she was dropping down into that deep hole she liked to hide herself in when she was feeling down.

His words replaying in her head like a broken record. She wasn't a hoe and she knew that and she knew that she didn't sleep with Erik but some how his words sank into her skin so deep that she felt dirty. Like she had committed some sort of sin.

She was only having fun, and finally getting the teenage experience she never got to have when she was younger.

Israel was tired of crying over things her family has said to her it was time for her to stop letting their words hurt her and effort her mental health.

She stood up from her bed and decided that she wanted to take a flower bath and just pray her troubles away.

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Erik parked his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class outside of the were house he owned. This was the place he kept all of his weapons, books, important papers and information he had collected over the years of him being in college and the navy.

He and ten of his close friends that he met in the navy had formed a elite group of former navy seals. Their jobs were to Take down small governments and expose them. They also would kill small amounts of police officers and clans men which 9 times outta 10 were the same group of men.

About six months age they made a little mistake that almost got them caught which would've cost them their lives which is why they took a break to regroup to better themselves. Erik and three of his boys ace, zeik and Rae all trained the hardest they ever have far as fighting techniques, Brent, rocky and von all worked with weapons and the rest of the boys were hackers.

Today was their first meeting in six months. Erik has changed Plans and moved things from the original date so this meeting is important.

Erik walked to the side door of the warehouse and slide up the side  paneling to reveal the handprint scanner, that was the only way to get into it up less you climb to the very top and through the window but the chances of that happening was slim. Once he was into he went to the corner of the large warehouse and behind the staircase that lead you to go upstairs which was empty.

He walked into the staircase little door where there was a another door that used Voice activation to open. "State your name please." a robotic voice said as it Scanned his face. "Erik Stevens."

"Face scan complete, welcome back erik." The voice said as the heavy Metal door opened to Reveal his underground lab.  "Feels good to be back." Erik Chuckled as he walked down the steps. All of his boys turned their heads from the game of pool to Erik. "Ayo Erik where you been at motherfucka you was supposed to be here a hour and a half ago." Erik grin as he dubed ace up ignoring zeik interrogation. "Right and you be the main one mad if Someone else late to the meetings." Rae butted in.

Erik rolled his eyes.

"If y'all don't shut the fuck up, I gotta life to I just got caught up." He shrugged them off as he walked over to his desk. Rae eyebrows raised as he looked at the rest of them and they all were just as confused as him. Erik and "personal" just didn't go together in the same sentence, if he wasn't working out he was working. Erik was always work, work, work.

Brent smirked as he grabbed his water  bottle and took a sip "him must got a new bitch or sum'" ace snorted "nigga yeah right that nigga ain't been in a relationship in years, Erik fucks and dips." It was true. That just wasn't like Erik.

"All I hear is you motherfuckas being worried about me let's get to work!" Erik clap his hands exactly as he went into the meeting room with the rest of the men following.

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After a four hour meeting they had finally figured everything out. It was now 10:46 and Erik was tired, Israel sleeping over had him exhausted since it fucked up his sleep schedule. On a normal day Erik was in bed 11 o'clock and up at 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep was very important to a healthy life style. It was Proven that people that get at least 7 hours of sleep they live longer.

Soon as Erik got home he took a shower and got straight in bed. he didn't even bother putting on clothes.

It's almost been a week since Erik has last spoken to Israel since he had been so busy. It's been strictly wake up, eat, work, train and work some more he didn't really have time to hang or call.

He felt a little bad for it but he knew that she knew he wasn't ignoring her intentionally...at least he hoped she knew that.

Today Erik was going to the gun range with ace just to do some training and catch up with him since they really hasn't had the chance to do that.

Since ace's car was in the shop right now so erik decided to pick him up instead of him catching a Uber. Soon as erik pulled up to aces Apartment he saw he step out of his door and jogged over to the passenger side.

"Wassup E," he said as he sat his bag down in the back seat. "Wassup bro you ready to show these niggas how to aim?" Erik said jokily as he drove off.

Erik cooked his AMT and aimed it at the head of the paper man all the way in the range and let multiple bullets fly from it giving him a slight rush. He adjusted his safety glasses and gripped the handle of the gun again before pulling the trigger but aiming at a different figure. Him and ace were both in their own little worlds before the ringtone from Erik's phone pulled him back down to earth, it caught aces attention too.

It was Israel.

Erik beamed down at the screen but Debated if he should answer it or not, he wanted to he really did but decided it would be best if he called her later since he could barely hear from all the gun shots being fired.

"Who was that? Got you smiling and shit..." ace asked with his eyebrows raised. Placing his gun down to face Erik. "Nigga why you so damn nosy?" Erik cut his eyes at him while blindly putting his phone back into his pocket.

"What you mean nigga? I'm just trying to see who making my dawg so happy is that a crime?" He said jokingly jerking his head back. Erik rolled his eyes.

"It's was one of my friends." Erik stated before grabbing his gun again trying to get off the topic. Ace put his hand out and pushed the gun down before he could pull the trigger.

"What friend? cause the last time i checked we had the same circle of friends?" Erik sigh getting annoyed with aces interrogation. Did he want to tell his best friend about Israel? Hell nah. Because he know his best friend and he knows he's going to go over bored and start doing the most with questions.

"You don't know her. Drop it nigga."

"Her? So you got a bitch or sumn'" Erik shock his head not even meaning to slip up and say anything. It was to late to take back now. "Nah she not my girl, we just been chilling." Erik shrugged, as he corrected him.

"Lemme see what she look like nigga how you know I don't know her?"

"Hell nah nigga stop being nosy-"

"Ok but if I had a bitch I would show you-"

"She not a bitch tho." Erik said sternly in their back and forth bickering. As annoyed as Erik was ace had a point and they both knew it. Ace talked to him about everything and if he was interested in a girl Erik would be the first to know about it. Erik put his gun on safety and sat it down before digging In his back pocket to grab his phone.

He scrolled through his camera until he found his favorite picture of Israel. It was one she sent to him not to long ago, her hair was wild with tiny ringlet coils. Her lips and mouth were stained red from the dumdum that hung from it. She had her white silk night gown on and a dainty rose flower necklace that hung between her collarbone.

Erik handed him the phone and watched as he brought his fist up to his mouth. "Nigga she fine as fuck damn where you find her at?"

"A party I went to not to long ago, she was shy as fuck she would barely talk to me." Erik chuckled taking his phone back to put it back in his pocket. "We been hanging out the last few weeks, she cool." Erik said nonchalantly to make it seem like he wasn't feeling shordy as much as he was. To someone like didn't know Erik as well as ace did he would've them really thinking he didn't like her and it wasn't a big deal but ace knew.

"You feeling her?" Ace asked facing Erik now, Erik shrugged.

"Like I said she cool."

"Mm." Was all ace said. Erik didn't need to answer, ace already knew the answer.

[dingdongitsbees]

BLACK-EYED SUSAN | LEVI X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful, it was always just red.” – Kait Rokowski

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It had been a few years since your world had gotten simultaneously a million times better and also gone to shit. It hadn’t really hit you two until you had spent a few days back in the homes that had been provided for you. You each had your own house as per usual for victors, but you didn’t need a second. You had spent your life together in a borderline shack, it would feel weird to have the other sleep across the street. But it had been in that gifted house that it finally came crashing down.

All you could see was their faces, all you could feel was that knife in your hand, all you could hear was that goddamn canon. You were sitting on a velvet couch paid for in blood. Now having more than enough food on the table was exchanged for lives. Being able to still exist in the world meant twenty-two people had been ripped from the world.

Levi had been next to you, so he just held you, his shoulders shuddering just as bad as yours, and you cried. You just cried. There’s nothing you can do or say or think to make anything like that better. Only time can help, and to be honest it isn’t very good at its job.

The trip to each district took what was left out of you two. Combined you had killed tributes of five districts out of the other eleven. Almost fucking half. Most of their families just glared at you on their platforms as their child’s face was displayed behind them as you recited propaganda scripts.

District Ten was hard for you. They had surprised you to be honest, neither of Sasha’s nor Connie’s family looked at you with any disdain. All you could feel was pity radiating off of them, especially from Sasha’s father. She told you how he had taught her how to shoot, you almost deviated off script to say how you learnt vicariously through his daughter, how kind she and funny she was.

Connie’s siblings hurt to look at. They looked at you with such big eyes. They should have hated you, they really fucking should have. Their brother died in one of the most horrific ways possible yet they stared at you as if you were one of their sisters. The normal people in front of the stage only copied their looks, none of them hated you for taking away two souls. It didn’t make any fucking sense. It would have been better if they had just heckled you. Just yelled at you and screamed at you, taking the brunt of their words was the least you could do for exchanging your life for one their own.

District Eleven wasn’t so kind to Levi. Kaya’s family looked like they were two seconds from breaking on to the main stage and choking him to death right there. He might have let them. Niccolo’s family was confusing. There was obviously no forgiveness for how Levi killed their son, a wild animal in a spree of rage, but they didn’t look angry. Levi had told you he had just said a few words over Niccolo before coming back, maybe those words were enough remorse for them to not want his head on a spike.

However, the civilians in the crowd didn’t agree. They had to be restrained from climbing up, yelling threats and taunts, about how he could kill a little girl without a second glance, how he took pleasure in killing Niccolo. Levi kept his head down, his undercut blinding his view, but his hand shook in yours. You did the speech on behalf of the both of you.

The districts from Nine to Five didn’t give two shits about you, maybe only some had mild curiosity. Their glazed-over eyes just stared, clearly bored as you were from the fuckery spilling from your lips. Some of the families glared only because their child wasn’t standing up there instead of you, but you couldn’t blame them for that.

One was…weird to say the least. Neither of you had many interactions with either Annie or Bertolt, but you two lead them to their deaths. Levi may have killed Annie directly but Bertolt’s murder was just cruel, you knew that, but you had thrown that rock anyway. Both of their families just looked devoid of any emotion, the crowd didn’t seem to care, that’s One for you, but their parents just looked empty. The speech went smoothly.

Three was strange as well, you never met nor saw their girl, but Falco you certainly had, but you also hadn’t killed him, in reality your relationship him was positive. They didn’t seem to hate you, quite the opposite really, they seemed to be happy you were there. Three was no stranger to careers betraying and killing their tributes so they were probably just happy Reiner didn’t win and it had been because of your own hands. Still, it was strange. Falco’s older brother, the one you had seen in the reaping recording, had looked on the brink of tears but he stayed strong, his back straight and head up high. They probably wouldn’t have looked at you the same if Falco had gone with you. Someone would have needed to kill him at some point anyway, it just so happened it wasn’t you.

Two was painful. Instead of two separate families standing on their respective platforms it was just one. There was confliction in their eyes for sure, you were surprised they could even stand to be around each other, their sister or bother’s son killing their child. But they stood together. Staring at you with a mix of hate and affection. Levi had to do the speech that time.

Four was hard once again, but only because of one person, specifically Marcel’s younger brother. He flew daggers from his eyes, pure fury ran through his veins. He probably would have killed you both if he had the chance, probably would have been good at it too. You could only begin to imagine the anger he had stored up since you had sliced his brother’s throat.

You recognised him in the reaping for the next game.

He used his anger well.

At the end of the trip you had to go to the Capitol once again for the Presidents party. You nearly preferred the arena.

Floch was sweating buckets under Zeke’s gaze the entire time and drank himself into a stupor, avoiding you both at every turn which you were glad for. People reached for you like you were statues, brushing your hair and clothes and bodies like you were pets. Nick was the only thing stopping you from cursing everyone in the vicinity, Levi came close. Zeke watched from his balcony, eyes narrowed and sipping on champagne waiting for one of you to misstep so he could order a bullet into your heads.

When you got home you two didn’t know what to do. You both fucked around for a year, bought anything that caught your eyes at the hub no matter if it was an ugly piece of pottery or a toy. You bought a lot of liquor too and drank most in one go. The burning in your throats let you forget the inferno in your brains. A small price to pay for some peace and quiet between neurons.

You two were rarely sober for the first few months. You’d wake up and have whiskey for breakfast, you’d walk around town, maybe sneak through the fence, and have some gin, and if it was a particularly bad day you’d opt for tequila as your bedtime stories.

People in the streets knew to leave you alone, just to let you wallow a bit, they hadn’t seen many victors, but they could guess that starting up conversations with people on the knife’s edge was a good way to get punched. Hannes talked to you two occasionally, usually at the hub, cheering your bottles with his flask. He didn’t ask about the game, he saw enough anyway, he just pretended you were those troublemaker kids you had been when you left.

It was Hanji of all people that got you out of it, though she wasn’t one to talk when it came to the number of empty bottles in your living room, but she at least cut the number down a bit or swapped out the drinks for something weaker much to your slurred complaints.

The months after that were hard, letting the built-up trauma hit you like a train. You both started getting nightmares.

One of you would wake up already screaming or crying or be entirely frozen still and unable to move as their body quaked. The other would hold on to them until their tremors ceased and their breath evened again. Then you’d just rinse and repeat the next night.

Rinse and repeat.

Flinch at a raised voice, go numb at the sight of blood, start hyperventilating when you were sure you had seen another tribute in the crowd.

Try not to let yourself die.

Rinse and repeat.

Then the next game came around. You both offered to go as mentors, to let Hanji take a backseat from the role after her isolating years, she came to make sure you didn’t say something stupid, but she just got to hang around without much of a care.

The two kids that you got weren’t good. You knew the second that their names were called that they were goners. Wouldn’t make it in the bloodbath, and even if they ran, they probably wouldn’t live past the first day. You learnt to push their names away. It didn’t help any to hang on to them.

The kids weren’t dumb, they knew that too.

There was a little bit of hope when they looked at you however, a hope that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Porco had sliced both of their throats open within the first minute. Porco won the title of victor in only three days with a kill count of eight. They never had a chance.

You think that was the last time you cried.

When mentors go to the Capitol and watch the feed, they sit in a room together connected to an ongoing party that never stops until the games do, infested with sponsors and government officials. Only mentors are allowed in that room, not even titan servants. You just needed a room to be in to be able to grieve only with people that understood.

They always looked after the new mentors, it didn’t matter the districts or even if their tribute killed yours, they’d hold you, get you a glass of water or usually something stronger, just let you get everything out and topped up makeup on your red rimmed eyes before you got ambushed by press outside the door. Sometimes the career districts were prickly, but only the ones that truly cared about the kids became mentors anyway, so they weren’t ones to give you shit.

It just sort of numbed you after that. You’re not sure if you could even remember all the kids you sent to their deaths. No, you definitely couldn’t, and you didn’t plan to.

Without fail every year they always got killed in the bloodbath, and every year without fail you’d drill into them to just run away, but they just wouldn’t listen, or the careers just didn’t let them leave. You both spent most of your time in the Capitol just flicking off the tops of third bottles and taking quiet bets on who was going to win or who’d kill who. Levi was always right.

It was actually Erwin’s idea to do something back at Twelve, to find something to pour yourselves into. So, after the 70th Hunger Games you went back and pushed your ludicrous amount of money to builders to create an orphanage. The one on your side of Twelve was shit and didn’t have the funding nor space, it was the reason you two had never gone to it yourselves, so you gave them some of your load too so they could get food on the table for once.

Kids started trickling in, you didn’t run the place yourselves, you didn’t have the emotional range to do something like that anymore and you’d probably do more harm than good as their caretakers, they didn’t need a pair of fucked up twenty-year-olds to lead them through life. But you visited, making sure everything was up to scratch and there was no complaints or concerns from the kids about the people you had employed or the quality of their beds and food or if they needed some more toys to play with.

Levi always made sure the place was meticulous, and it was kinda funny how he used cleaning as his way to bond with the kids. They always complained but they never said no when he asked for their help. You helped kids with schoolwork and funded whatever type of skill they wanted to learn.

“You wanna paint? Here’s an easel and some paints from the Capitol that my designer friend sent over.”

It was hard to smile but at least you could help them to.

One day, when you two had dropped in to visit before you went to stock up on vodka, a boy came up to you with big emerald eyes, with a black-haired girl trailing after him. He asked a question that got everyone surrounding you looking up from their sandwiches.

“Can you teach us how to fight?”

And so you did. Twelve had always been at a disadvantage, nothing in your district aided you for the Games, the closet you’d had was learning about mines and explosions or having the physical strength to lift a pickaxe but that was only available when you worked in the mineshafts at eighteen, the last year qualifying for the reaping, and eighteen-years-olds were never picked.

So usually any kid that went in was utterly fucked.

Unless you tried changing that.

You started small. Learning how to throw a proper punch or kick, things you had learnt on the streets stirring up trouble. How to balance yourself in a proper stance so a gust of wind or a shove from a career wouldn’t send you stumbling.

You taught them the things you learnt in the Capitol and in the training room; what foods were safe, how to set a trap, how to treat a wound, how to conduct an interview, how to form an alliance, who to avoid.

It was a long time before you held a blade again.

They had begged you for months to just teach them how to knife fight, but the idea still shook you. You hadn’t held a throwing knife in your hand for years, but it still melded uncomfortably comfortable into your palm. You could still throw it and hit it dead on centre. You knew if the throw was hard enough to go through someone’s skull. You knew how long it would take for their body to hit the ground if it were a clean shot, and how long it would take if it wasn’t. You knew how many milliseconds it would take for the canon to fire.

Picking up a knife again, only if to teach, was a torturous process, but you didn’t let them know that. You would just drink a little more that night.

“Eren keep your arms up! Try and copy Mikasa’s form!” you barked.

They all stood in a line, throwing knives into hay bales, some making it, most missing. Mikasa was unsurprisingly the former, Eren was unsurprisingly the latter. The two were always the hardest at work though it seemed it was usually driven by Eren’s ambition. The kid wasn’t gifted with natural talent but he was stubborn enough to try and make up for it. They had come to the orphanage after Mikasa’s parents were murdered over some debt they couldn’t pay and Eren lost his mum to a mine explosion and then his father caught something bad from his own patient.

It was always them begging you (well Eren at least, Mikasa would just ask nicely) for more lessons and whatever advice they could squeeze out of you. It frightened you a little, Eren’s enthusiasm, you had seen that face before.

It was an unspoken truth that they were your favourites of the bunch, the others didn’t take offence to it, it was just those two were always coming up to you two whenever they got the chance, though you were scared it was because they reminded you of an overconfident kid and the one trying to take care of them. You tried to pretend you didn’t see Gabi and Falco when you looked at them.

“I’m trying but my arm’s starting to feel heavy!” Eren said, not even bothering to turn his head.

“You brats don’t have time to get tired when you’re in there so just get used to it,” Levi replied.

He walked behind them, arms crossed as he analysed each of them, you tried not to make a joke that Eren and Mikasa were taller than him now. He muttered out tips to those who needed it, and compliments to those who deserved it, you had tried to get him to coddle them just a little bit but then he said overestimating yourself just gets your killed and you couldn’t say anything to that. When he got to the end of the line of kids, he wandered back over to you and you gave a crooked smile.

He bumped his shoulder into yours before turning around and standing next to you, you both falling into your usual silence as you just watched.

“There’s more of them than usual,” Levi noted and you nodded absentmindedly.

“It’s today, it makes them nervous.”

“Zeke never picks them though.”

That was true, when you had first started up the orphanage, you had expected Zeke to jump at the opportunity, there was no way he wasn’t privy to your every movement let alone something that required legal documents to be signed, so how he hadn’t rigged the reaping to pull one of your kids was honestly getting a little unnerving.

But each year a pair of kids were picked that you didn’t recognise, and you’d breathe a sigh of relief; it’s much easier to forget strangers.

You realised that the games were rigged at the 71st games, you had noticed that all the slips of paper you could see, even though they were folded in half, would all start with the same letter, it peeking out, and then the name called out would match. You asked Hanji afterwards, cause there was no way she hadn’t noticed, and she just laughed in your face.

“It’s a show, of course they choose their cast.”

You leant your head on his shoulder as you watched, he leant his head too. His arms untangled themselves from each other and he let one fall, letting his pinkie interlock with your waiting one. You both still being there was a constant surprise and an unspoken threat, because someday, when Zeke got tired, or you did something to piss him off, that fact might not be so true anymore.

But Levi’s there now, maybe not tomorrow, but today at least, and you could only hope that the trend remained.

“Cut it out dude!”

You both whipped your heads around, finding two kids wrestling on the ground. They panted as they tried to get the advantage, dust billowing around them as the other kids stared. Neither of you could be bothered to move. Eventually one straddled the other, pinning him to the dirt.

Levi’s pinkie tightened.

The boy on the ground whined while the other grinned in victory before joining his empty hands together and sending them down onto the boy’s chest.

Levi stiffened beneath you and alarm bells blared in your head.

The boy started pretending to stab him.

“Die! Die! Die!”

The kids around them laughed.

The boy beneath told him to stop.

Levi’s breath shortened.

You were at the kids in a second, pulling them off one another.

“That’s enough.”

They went silent, the boys looking down to the ground in shame, though they didn’t know why you were trying so hard not to glare.

“Time to pack up anyway, you guys need to get ready for the reaping,” you said, you were just greeted with whinges, “Put the knives in the tub you lot. Now.”

They instantly shut up, knowing that tone of yours was not to be messed with under any circumstances. They all shuffled off, throwing the knives in, you always counted them all in case one of them took one, but they were good kids.

Levi nodded at them as they filed back inside the building, jaw still tight. As soon as they were all gone, Eren and Mikasa waving goodbye at the end of the line, you sprinted back over, running your hands through his hair as you brought his face to your shoulder.

“Shh it’s okay it’s okay.”

A shudder whipped through him.

You kissed his temple. “You’re not in the arena, you’re in Twelve. I’m not about to die and neither are you. No one is dying and no one is going to. Just breathe, just focus on my voice and breathe.”

Eventually he stilled again, air flowing through his lungs like normal. It didn’t happen as much anymore, but it still happened. It probably didn’t help that he was about to meet two dead kids.

“Let’s go home, yeah?”

He nodded into your shoulder before finally raising his head, sliding over his façade again. You two of all people had to be the strong ones today, you couldn’t show fear, you weren’t allowed to anymore.

The walk home was silent, most people were inside or rushing home to get ready. You dropped past the hub quickly and you bought some bottles from your usual, Levi didn’t say a word, just stared into space. You passed the town square, the camera crews were nearly all set up, the barriers were getting placed. Hannes was testing the mic on the stage, he sent you a nod that you sent back.

The Victor’s village was always weird to see, after passing smog polluted houses with windows that are barely transparent anymore with walls that are starting to tilt, you come to a pristine gate. The separation pissed you off like it was saying you were better than them, but Nick would have your head if you even suggested taking it down. The houses were beautiful too. Maybe it was just an average house for a Capitol citizen, maybe a little nicer, but it looked like a goddamn king’s estate compared to everywhere else in Twelve.

People would say you deserved it, to have a nice home. It made you want to puke.

You could see Hanji through her window, lounging on a couch, bottle of whiskey in hand. Seemed like a plan.

You squeezed Levi’s hand as you unlocked the door and led him inside. You shed your jackets and shoes and put away your bottles, leaving one out. You glanced to him, he was still sort of out of it, he needed quietness, maybe a bath. Yeah a bath would do, those always calmed him down.

You trekked up the stairs, on the landing you let yourself take a little run up and slide across the wooden floorboards on your socks towards the bathroom door. Silly shit helped sometimes.

You reached out and grabbed the handle and turned it, pushing forward on the door. It let out an ungodly and far too familiar screech.

You gasped and slammed your back into the wall.

Fuck.

Your breath was getting quicker, not letting your lungs get enough oxygen before taking another gulp.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You crouched down, elbows on your knees as you pressed your palms into your eyes at a sad attempt to get your brain to stop.

You could only see him, or in more exact terms, you could only see his melted remains.

Fuck.

Rapid thumps came from the stairwell, you didn’t look up as arms enveloped you.

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m fine.”

He didn’t say anything, just kissed your head before holding you tighter. Your need to talk to communicate was even less than it used to be ever since the Games. There were things you two didn’t need to speak about, you just acted on, knowing exactly what to do.

Though there were moments you didn’t want to talk about, and you didn’t plan to talk about them either. He didn’t mention finding you sobbing on the bathroom floor surrounded by spilled sleeping pills and you didn’t mention waking up alone in bed and finding him completely out of it on the roof of the orphanage. You didn’t talk about it, but you held each other a little tighter just as you did both of those nights.

“I’ll get some oil for it when we get back,” Levi whispered.

You nodded into his chest.

“Bath?” he asked.

You nodded again.

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Warm water has magical powers you swore, it really shouldn’t be able to make someone feel so good, to be able to relax and almost drift away forgetting about the possibility of drowning. What a lame way to go out, though it was much nicer than the ways you’d seen.

You laid on Levi’s chest as the water rippled around your little movements. He played with your pruned fingers, touching the fingertips with his own like it was an interactive museum exhibit. You watched, fascinated by his fascination, blinking slowly as the bath bled out all of your stress.

Moments like that were nice, but it had to be broken today. You couldn’t stay in that warm heaven forever, though it was quite tempting, you wouldn’t exactly be missing out on the adventure of a lifetime.

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You ruffled the towel through your hair as you sipped the vodka. The burn and taste were barely noticeable, even the effect had begun to wear off or maybe you had just gotten better at being under the influence.

“Catch.”

You threw the bottle to Levi on the couch who caught it without a second glance, immediately taking a few gulps of it himself.

“Hello you two.”

You both looked to the door, sending tight smiles to your usual guest, though to be honest your home was hers and hers was yours at that point.

She walked behind Levi’s couch and took the bottle that he already had extended to her, taking a gulp before placing it on a side table.

“Ready to send children to die?”

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The reaping went as usual. Hanji welcomed everyone to the 74th Hunger Games, two kids got reaped, one fifteen-year-old and one thirteen-year-old, you couldn’t remember which was which. You waited in the train, neither of them came up to talk to you and just ate up all the food they could before passing out on the nicest bed they would ever sleep in. You didn’t bother them, one look and you knew they were a lost cause.

The process went on.

Neither were that charismatic, they were only memorable because they were last and that was pushing it as is. They both got low scores, a four and a six. The thirteen-year-old cried himself to sleep the night before, or he might have, you wouldn’t know, you slept through it.

That morning you went up to the roof with them, got in the mentor’s hovercraft and just twiddled your thumbs, wondering who was going to win that year or what the arena was going to look like. You went in, sitting in the back of a cart, going through the maze of corridors beneath the grand stage, not bothering to focus in your eyes to see your surroundings. It was just grey walls anyway.

You yawned when you got to the centre, scratching the back of your neck as you tried to find your tributes amongst all of the shaking teenagers.

A finger tapped you on the shoulder. You spun around to see the girl from…Seven? She grinned, her eyes crinkling.

“I just wanted to say I think you’re really cool, I really admire what you and Levi did in your games.”

You blinked.

“Oh, is that so? Good luck then I guess.”

She smiled even wider before running off with a wave. You dragged a hand over your face before heading over to your tribute waiting for you.

It was a forest arena, nothing too special.

The games had long since started when you got back to main city of the Capitol and went into the sponsor party, both of you immediately beelined for the mentor room. You watched as replays showed one getting killed in the bloodbath the other getting hunted down by none other than the careers. You just stared at their slow-mo screaming faces and sighed.

You didn’t cry, you didn’t even blink. You did the first time but after that it’s just been shut away. Thankfully there was no new mentors that year, you didn’t have to deal with sobbing messes. You were too exhausted to care for someone anymore. Compassion doesn’t come cheap.

The mentor room was filled with pain as always, most were just trying to unlearn two names as quickly as possible, drowning their neurons in liquor so they could pretend that two faces weren’t burnt into their brains. It won’t be enough, it never is. You knew that too now.

Some of the others in the room weren’t mentors but they were victors all the same, having just grabbed a free trip to the Capitol so they could bum off some high-class booze. Couldn’t blame them. They were lucky though, the other districts, having more than three victors meant they had the option of just staying home and just ignoring the screen. They didn’t have to know the kids.

You two spent the rest of your time in silence, going back up to the penthouse to sleep before coming back, hoping the whole ordeal would be over soon.

The girl that talked to you before it started, a girl from Eight you had learned, was still alive though, and you couldn’t help but cheer for her a little bit. She started an alliance with a girl from Six, both doing well against the attempted threats on their lives by the careers. Soon they had made it to the last few with only a few scratches to show the world, much better than your leg to say the least. It still ached every once in a while.

But you were still surprised when her little duo alliance were the last ones left. Their mentors were on the edges of their seats, hands covering their noses and mouths like a prayer, eyes glued to the screen.

Then the girl from Eight did something fucking stupid, something that made everyone’s breath hitch around the country.

She brought out some poisonous berries. They had killed a career with them, not needing to get into a fight, but then they held grenades in the form of blueberries in their blood-stained hands.

They brought it to their mouths as the room cursed in unison, people rose from their seats, you could hear people yelling outside the door. They both hesitated for a second as they counted down but plopped them in their mouths anyway.

Two canons fired in quick succession.

The transmission was as silent as the room. No one knew what to do. You stared at the screen with two dead kids. There wasn’t going to be a victor. There wasn’t going to be a victor because they copied you.

“I really admire what you and Levi did in your games.”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

The room slowly turned to you two as your heart hammered in your chest, Levi’s hand fumbled for yours.

You were fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

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a/n: sorry this chapter was late! this was mainly just summary but we’ll really get into it next chapter

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