#rebellious ruby

[thematchmakeramethyst]

Idols

This is the 84th song that has been sung and performed by the Rainbow Gems

Inspired by Megami33 lyrics and Oshi no Ko Op

IDOL 「アイドル」 | Chorus/Mashup Ai, Ruby & Aqua Hoshino | Full ROM /ESP/ENG Color Coded | Oshi no Ko OP - YouTube

Idol | OSHI NO KO OP [FULL ENGLISH COVER] - YouTube

Orange, Purple, and Green: Dominating with their smiles in the media!

Wanna know their secrets, but they’re so mysterious!

Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: What they lacks, they can hack!

A master in their area!

Perfected lies! So glamorized! Shining stars!

Rainbow Gems: What genius idols you are!

(Rainbow Gems: Oh our saviors, oh our saving graces)

Orange: “Sooo what’s your favorite treat?

Cyan: The books you like to read?”

Cyan and Orange: “Where would you like to go hang out if you were ever free?”

Frisk: “Oh, I never get to snack!” They wonder, “Why is that?”

But they’ll never know the truth as they continue smiling back.

Frisk and Cyan: Watching them take their time as their perfection shines!

Frisk: Secrets they think they know but they’ll never know always taste so sweet!

Frisk and Orange: “Could I be right, right, right?” “That isn’t right, right, right?!”

Frisk: “Come on now, who’s that guy? What’s your type?!”

Rainbow Gems: Please just answer me!!!”

Frisk: “When it comes to love… I haven’t got a clue.”

“What I say, what it means… That's all up to you to choose!”

Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: What is real? What's a lie? We may never know the truth…

Orange, Purple, and Green: Falling for their words again…

For everybody’s sake, they’ll vow

Rainbow Gems: You’ll love them Till the very end!

Everyone is captivated by your eyes!

So sublime! The ultimate, the perfect idols!

Eight miracles, no one has seen so far!

Like a rebirth of the very first stars!

Frisk, Chara, Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: Ahh, those smiles we adore! We keep on wanting more!

Everyone’s memorized completely by what you can do!

Frisk, Chara, Orange, Purple, and Green: But even if your eyes and words tell only lies,

Frisk and Chara: We’ll love you because you’re the perfect Rainbow Gems!

Blue: Yeah, yeah! They’re so special, oh, we know they are!

Purple: We’re the extras from the sidelines, always feelin’ jipped!

Yellow: M-team here to make them shine, then left behind, but hey, it’s fine!

Green: If it wasn’t for them, none of us here would survive…

Chara: Lies! You cannot hide…

All of this jealousy deep inside! This isn’t right!

Laughing and hurting my pride, wasting all of my time!

Can’t forgive you nor I, for the rest of our lives!

It’s up to me to decide…

Rainbow Gems: We won't be deprived knowing someone’s alive that can ever come close to our Rainbow Gems.

Everyone adores and worships you like God!

Supreme, invincible, powerful idols!

Flawless, yes! A beauty through and through!

You’re the chosen stars, no one outshines you!

Frisk, Chara, Orange, Purple, and Green: There’s no such thing as pain. Just play the game-ame!

Lock up your heart and any weakness far away!

Frisk, Chara, Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: Become one of a kind through all your lie-ies!

Frisk and Chara: Cause that’s what makes you the perfect Rainbow Gems!

Cyan: Dominating with our smiles in the media!

Orange: There’s a secret that we can’t possibly tell ya!

Blue: Saying “We love you,” and lying throughout our career!

Yellow: That’s our style of love that we hold so dear!

Purple: Flowing silently, perspiring like Aqua!

Green: Ruby in our eyes, sparkle in the camera!

Frisk: Singing and dancing like we’re the first Maria!

Rainbow Gems: Yes, these lies of ours show we’ve mastered the medium!

Chara: There’s been no one that has loved the real me…

And despite all the fans, I love no one that I see…

Frisk: But I believe this lie will someday become real…

Then, perhaps deep inside, my heart can be healed.

The Six: We want to believe..!

Frisk and Chara: We know someday, we will get everything we want!

Cause we know that we’re greedy, pretty

Rainbow Gems: Idols!

To share this love and leave no one else behind…

That today and for always, we’ll keep up this lie!

We’ll pray! Keep working towards that day…

When we can find a way to say the very words to make all of this come true!

But still, it’s much too soon…

And someday it might be too late to finally say those words to you!

Chara: Hey… We think we got this right…

The Six: We swear it’s not a lie…

Frisk: Listen closely, all of you…

Rainbow: We love you!

(Rainbow Gems: Oh, our saviors, our true saviors, our saving graces)

[fatuousscribbles]

Technically, her last name was Crocker before she ran away!

[ginsdelusions]

You sighed deeply. It has been many, many years since your husband, the King of Castrum Kremnos, Mydeimos, had went to war - leaving you alone with a son, a rebellious nation and a throne to attend to. His whereabouts were unknown; the only thing that kept you going all these years was your faith in the man you married and fell in love with. At first, the people were fine with your temporary rule - until more and more time started passing. At first it was only a small group of advisors and assistants asking you to remarry or give up the throne, since Mydeimos ‘evidently wouldn’t return’.

Soon though, many more fractions, ranging from small groups to big organisations started demanding that you choose a new king to rule alongside you. You’d managed to buy him some more time as you claimed to choose a new king once you’d finished weaving your shroud. The people first seemed fine with it, since they never found out that you unthreaded the work you did daily once the sun dipped below the horizon and was replaced by the moon.

In the past few years, you’d dealt with a variety of riots and demonstrations, but this time they had crossed the line by beating up your son. When the poor thing came home, he was limping terribly and had a black eye, amongst many broken bones and other injuries. ‘This can’t go on’, you thought to yourself. “It seems the time for the challenge has come.”

Now, standing before you were all the suitors, 108 men in total. A silent prayer rushed through your mind before you stepped in front of them. Clearing your throat, you welcomed them before you explained what they had to do. “Whoever can raise my husband’s own spear and slice through twelve targets cleanly, evenly and with a single strike, will be the new king, sit down at the throne, and rule Castrum Kremnos with me as his queen.”

Cheers erupted, and the first man already approached the intricate weapon. It was a gorgeous golden spear, adorned by sapphires and rubies, reminiscent of its owner. However, aside from being bejewelled, it was also blessed by Strife — the very Strife that only your husband was worthy of being. The first challenger gripped the spear, his confident grin soon disappearing as he could not lift the weapon, no matter how hard he tried. Laughter roared through the stadium. Enraged, the suitor gave up, claiming that the challenge is rigged.

The next suitor was less cocky, and methodically approached the weapon. A firm grip, a proper posture - someone who clearly trained the usage of the spear. Yet, all he could do was struggle to move the golden artefact, unable to lift it, let alone strike targets with it.

Similarly to the first two, the contesters following them did not succeed either; no one was able to wield the weapon.

“This is rigged!”

“Shame on the queen!”

“The weapon is enchanted!”

Screams echoed through the stadium, a multitude of voices blending into a chaotic and loud mess, drowning out all sense of reason. Some of the suitors joined the audience, some others even started throwing things, yet again some others got up and started approaching you. Threats were being thrown at you left and right. The crowd turned into a kaleidoscope of anger, chaos and pure outrage, when amongst the commotion a steady, metallic march made itself evident; an army of soldiers led by a tall, armoured blonde with a less than unpleased expression on his handsome face, heading to the arena at a relentless pace.

But the crowd kept screaming and yelling, not noticing the 43 men who’d returned from a battle that lasted 20 whole years. It was only when their leader entered the arena, lifted the weapon and sliced all targets in half in one clean strike that silence found its way into the stadium, an icy shiver creeping up on all the spectators as the man turned around, surrounded by hundreds, if not a thousand people. His golden eyes that resembled the sun, though, were only focused on a single person.

After 20 years, your husband returned home to you. It felt like a distant dream came true, a hope that dimmed in your heart finally becoming reality. He was back. Was this really him? Or was this a mere dream? It felt like time ceased to exist for a moment, like everything froze in place except for you two.

“Mydei? Is it really you?”

Instead of answering, Mydei walked up the stairs of the arena where your seat was located.

He stopped in front of you. “See for yourself if I am an illusion, or if I am the true Mydei.”

Overjoyed, you didn’t know what to say - you had envisioned this moment all the time, and yet, you still couldn’t think of anything to say. Your eyes met his as he turned to his people.

“Kremnoans, you have disappointed me. Instead of choosing to trust in your king and trust in my leadership and might, you decided to make an enemy of my wife, your queen, and thus betray me. Now that I, Mydeimos the Strife, have returned, be prepared to pay for your crimes with blood. Let it be known that your king has returned!”

Cheers erupted yet again, but for you, it didn’t matter. ‘What if it’s an imposter?’, your thoughts went rampant with doubts, ‘What if that is not my husband that has returned? There is only one way to find out…’

When he turned toward you again, he immediately picked up on the mistrust in your eyes. “You really don’t think I am the real deal?”, his frustration was evident, his eyes were tired after venturing for 20 years. “Mhm, I do, but… Can you throw our wedding bed out, first?”, you anticipated his reaction. “Our what? I come back after 20 years and that is what you think of? Besides, I made that thing from the olive tree where we first met. I’m afraid you have to fight me if you wish to get rid of it”, Mydei seemed perplexed.

You definitely knew it was him now. He was home.

“Welcome Home, love.”

Inspired by the Ithaca Saga of Epic: the Musical, mainly ‘the challenge’ and ‘hold them down’, since I’m listening to those right now… by the way, I didn’t even play the Amphoreus quests yet, so if this is extremely ooc I sincerely apologise! I literally googled his voice lines for this.. and I didn’t want to give him too much trauma so Scylla and Zeus just.. didn’t. It’s 2am, I should go to sleep

[mydadleft471]

An Ailing Heart, A Shimmering Soul

Summary: Another Tarnished invades the Shadow Keep and Messmer takes care of them. But something seems off this time. You comfort him when he is most vulnerable.

Spoilers, per usual, for Elden Ring and Shadow of the Erdtree. Warnings for descriptions of violence and a slight amount of spice wink wonk ;D (I've never wrote anything spicy please go easy on my ass, I'm so down bad)

I had two requests, one from the lovely @asianbutnotjapanese and the other from anonymous, and I thought they'd go so well together! I'll link the posts here and here! Thank you both for the requests! I love writing comfort for this lanky man.

As always, thank you for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting! It makes my day every single time!

Another Tarnished had invaded the Shadow Keep today. This one made it to Messmer himself. Many others found themselves terribly outmatched by his many knights and guards.

You waited patiently in Messmer’s chamber for him to return victorious, just as he had done a multitude of times before. Fiddling with your hands, you tried to drown out the screams and thudding from the room adjacent to Messmer’s, but your thoughts did little to distract you. Your mind wandered, as it always did in these moments: would he come back from this fight?

You shook your head. Of course he would. He was a mighty demigod with more than his mother’s wishes to fight for now. He had you. It was something he whispered into your hair when you lay huddled against his massive form in his bed. You were drifting on the very edge of sleep when his voice, silky and smooth, cut through the silence.

“I will return to thee, beloved consort. This I shall promise.”

Your heart had flipped in your chest. You knew he meant it and he never went back on his word.

The large door creaking open interrupted the sweet memory. Pushing yourself off the bed, you stepped timidly until Messmer came into view.

Blood adorned his chest like rubies and his eye was glued to the floor. He had left his spear in the previous room.

You hurry towards him. “Are you hurt?” You grab his hands and clutch them tightly.

“Merely scratched and covered in blood that is not my own.” He sounds tired.

Carefully, you lead him over to his ornate washroom. He doesn’t say anything as you pull him behind you like dead weight. Even his serpents stay still as they’re perched on his shoulders. Dropping his hands, you hurry to grab some bath salts he likes and a fluffy towel. You turn the faucet and the tub begins to fill with warm water. Pouring some of the salts in and swirling them around, the room begins to smell sweetly of jasmine and vanilla. 

Looking back at your lover, you notice that he watches you tiredly. His eye droops and he doesn’t stand as tall as usual.

“Do you need help taking your armor off?” He merely nods in response, so you get to work.

You stretch your arms up to take off his helmet and he bows his head. You set it on the table behind you and comb your fingers through some of the rebellious strands of red. Carefully raising the cloak he wears, you allow the serpents to wiggle out of it before undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the floor behind him. Moving around him, you work on the various buckles on his armor and before long, it joins his cloak in a bloody, crumpled heap. 

“Come, my love,” you call out to him and his eye shimmers in response. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You take his hand and gently guide him into the bath, letting him go as slowly as he needs to. Once he settles into the warm water, he lets out a sigh of relief. You tilt his head back and pour water over his hair, just as you have done many times before. It’s become a daily thing to wash his hair and body. He loves the tenderness in every touch you lay upon him.

You begin to massage some of his favorite shampoo into his fiery locks. You take your time ensuring his scalp has been thoroughly washed and thread your fingers through the tips of his hair. He shudders and shivers in pleasure. 

You want to ask what’s wrong. He’s come back from fights exhausted and worried, but he’s never looked so dejected. Perhaps the fight was too close for his liking? When you took off his armor minutes earlier, you hadn’t seen any new bruises or wounds on his body, so that couldn’t be it. The Tarnished that came to his Keep enraged him, sure, especially if they had hurt any of his men, but they had never made him like this.

“Messmer?” His eye opens slightly. “What’s bothering you?”

“Whatever dost thou mean?” His voice is dejected and quiet.

“Did something happen during your fight?” You tilt his head back and wash the shampoo from his hair.

“‘Tis nothing. Thou needn’t worry.”

You sigh. “I thought we talked about this, about being open with each other. If something is bothering you, I want to help.”

He reaches for your hand and you gladly give it to him. He turns it over in his hand, seemingly marveling at how small yours is compared to his. He kisses your knuckles and moves your hand so you cup his cheek.

“That Tarnished held the belief that I was keeping thee prisoner here.” 

Your mouth hangs open. “Prisoner? My love, no! I’m happy here.”

“They did not thinkest so. Perhaps they imagined themself a protector, like I.”

“Messmer,” you make him look at you. “I stay here because I want to. I stay here because I love you. Okay?”

“I had never felt rage such as that. I lost myself.” He admits.

“I’d be angry too. It’s okay.”

He lets out a shuddering breath and a golden tear streaks its way down his pale cheek. You reach out to brush it away.

“I do not deserve thee, beloved. I am naught but a cursed monster.”

“You are so much more than that. I don’t care if you’re cursed.” You pull away from him and pour a generous amount of conditioner into your hands. You gently apply it to his hair.��

“You make me truly happy. I hope you know that.” You whisper those words into his ear.

“I shall try to remember that.”

You wash away the conditioner and wrap your arms around his shoulders, not caring about how the water soaks through your clothes. He grabs one of your hands and holds it. You lay a light kiss on his neck and he shudders again.

“Do you want me to wash your body, my love?” You ask into his hair.

“Please.”

“Okay.” You smile and unwind yourself from him.

You gather some soap and begin to lather it on his shoulders. You take your time and even knead out some of the knots in his back as you go. He lets out small gasps and you can see that his ears are a bright red almost rivaling his hair. You raise his arms from the water and squeeze his arms, feeling his muscles. He shoots you a look and you quickly look away, continuing to wash him as he requested. You tilt his head back, sweetly sweeping your hands across his neck and travel down to his collarbones, giving them the same treatment as the rest of his body.

“I ask thee stop this teasing.” His eye is screwed shut.

“Oh shush. You like this.”

“Perhaps.” You smirk.

Continuing down his body, you lather his chest in soap and delicately make your way to his stomach. He visibly tenses at this and you shoot him a puzzled look.

“Thou’rt cruel indeed. Continuing may force my hand.” He warns you, his eye shimmering a bright gold.

Oh. Oh.

As much as you would love to indulge in him, right now he needs comfort. You nod, face blushing as red as his, and you begin to wash away any remaining bubbles kissing his skin. Grabbing a fluffy towel, you wordlessly hand it to him and he stands. You tear your gaze away from him as he dries off and try to keep your thoughts decent. You go fetch his favorite robe from his chambers and grab his brush from where it sits on his bedside table. 

When you return, he’s sitting on the plush chair in front of the large vanity he had made for you. You offer him his robe and turn around, waiting for him to dress himself. He clears his throat and you turn around.

“Would you let me do your hair tonight?”

“If it would make thee happy.”

“Always. I love taking care of you.” That earns you a loving smile.

You begin to brush away any tangles he has, but since you’ve been giving his hair regular maintenance, it’s become easier to manage. The bristles gently scratch against his scalp and he lets out a pleased hum. You have such a lovable demigod.

Once you’ve ensured his hair is soft and smooth, you part his hair down the middle. You can see him watching you in the mirror. 

“I think you would look stunning in braids.”

He shakes his head. “Braids are intended for nobility and those with honor.”

“You’re a demigod, my love.”

He opens his mouth to say something but he stops when he sees you standing behind him with your hands on your hips, daring him to refuse you. “There is no sense in arguing with thee, it seems.”

“You are correct.” He rolls his eye. You were so stubborn.

Staring on the left side, you take three small strands and delicately weave them together. His hair is easy to work with and within a few minutes, you have a tiny braid.

You hold out your finished work. “Hold this, please.” He does as you ask, and you almost chuckle at the sight of him concentrating on keeping it pinched between his fingers.

Moving to the right side, you do the exact same thing. Strands of red dance in and out and soon, you have another braid. You admire your work.

You take the first braid from him with a small thank you and carefully lay them down on his head, making them join at the ends. It creates an oval-like shape and emits an air of importance. You grab a small hand-held mirror from the table in front of him and give it to him. He stands and faces away from the vanity, repositioning the tiny mirror so he could see the beautiful, yet simple, job you did. He eye crinkles and he seems to like it.

“Thou hast done a wonderful job. I thank thee, beloved.” 

You take the small mirror from him and return it to the vanity table. You gesture for him to sit, which he does without protest.

“Your serpents deserve braids too.” He chuckles and his companions look at you with wide eyes.

You open the drawer of the vanity and pull out two tiny braids made from some fabric. You had been practicing with these so your braids would look perfect.

The serpents come closer and you gently lay the strand of fabric on them. They shake a little at first, then flick their tongues excitedly.

“I think they look handsome, don’t you think, Messmer?”

He throws his head back and laughs. “They look quite ridiculous.” The serpents hiss.

You gently pat them both and they nuzzle into your touch. “Don’t listen to him. You both look wonderful.”

In truth, they did look a little silly, but they seemed proud to wear braids like their master.

“Thou always tends to my ailing soul, beloved.” He kisses the top of your head.

“Proud to serve, my Lord.” He rolls his eye at the use of his title.

He scoops your hands up in his and gazes into your eyes tenderly. “I shall say it now for fear that thou dost not realize: thou art free. Wherever thy soul wishes to roam, thou mayest go. I only request that thou returnest to me safe.”

You shake your head. This man. You lean up on your tiptoes and he bridges the gap, placing a loving kiss on your lips. There is no rush, no fight for dominance, just the both of you existing in the same space. Your hearts swell in admiration for one another.

There is nowhere else you’d rather be.

[campoverlook-if]

Welcome to Camp Overlook, Where We're Stronger Together!

DEMO LINK ll Updated: 4/26/24 ll Wordcount: 96k [W/O Code], 23k [Average]

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Secrets are all around you in the small town of Crescent Cove, and its local summer camp, Camp Overlook. A place where childhood memories mix with the unsettling realities of the unknown.

A place once known for freedom and friendship, is now shrouded in flickering lights crawling around the woods and campers vanishing into thin air. Far hidden in Hudson Forest is the truth of any person's most horrid nightmares.

As a counselor, you are entrusted with guiding a group of youngsters through their formative days of self-discovery as you grapple with the disturbing circumstances around you.

Whether you are a newbie or a returning former camper yourself, the secrets of the woods are still ominous and crippling. Among the cheer of camp, eerie events unfold before you.

Is Mr. Adams, the cheerful camp director, still a jolly man, or is there something now hidden beneath the surface? Is Crescent Cove, the quiet little mountain town, hiding a secret so great that it will do anything to keep it covered? Are the campers, lovable and rebellious, exhibiting behavior that goes against their nature?

Camp is supposed to fun, so why are you running for your life?

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Setting: Crescent Cove, USA (Fictional Small Town)

Genre(s): Horror, Mystery, Drama, Romance

Warning(s): This is an 18+ story for depictions of violence, death, sexual themes, and child endangerment.

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Customizable MC - Name, gender, appearance, sexuality, and personality are all choosable aspects to make your counselor.

Get To Know Your Little Campers - The kids look up to you at the end of the day and their relationships with you reflects on the story.

Discover The Mystery of Crescent Cove - Learn the truth on what exactly happened thirty years ago that changed a small town forever.

Find A Summer Lover - Choose from thirteen ROs all looking for someone to love. Maybe you’ll find more than just one...

Meet Your New Best Friends - Create lasting friendships that survive the test of time. Or lifetime rivals that are ready to hurt you at any chance.

The Camp Needs You - Save your friends and protect the camp, or watch it all disappear before your eyes.

Lucas [M] - The King of the Woods

Stuck up, arrogant, and just one half of an irritating duo. Lucas always has to have the last word and the last thing anyone needs is to hear him whine about not getting it. It doesn’t help that the staff like him, the liar. Just be sure to stay out of his way or else.

Asher [NB] - The Sleeping Angel

Completely checked out of life, or at least, that’s what Asher wants everyone to think. There’s just a little something more hiding under that quiet exterior but Asher isn’t the type of person to open up to just anyone. They’ve got demons in their closet, and they’ve come along to camp for the ride.

Jack/Jasmine [M/F] - The Wise Old Tree

If anybody can round up a group of rowdy kids and teens together its this counselor. Calm and collected, they're there when the situation loses control and everyone needs to be working together on the same page. But this personality wasn’t perfected over night and even the calmest of seas can swallow those around them below.

Ethan/Ella [M/F] - The Friend of None

What some may call everyone’s best friend, they're at this camp for one thing and one thing only. To make a summer that’ll last forever. Leader of the pack, they know how to get the populous together and have a good time. But even the party animal has to get tired at some point and it's those moments when the real them emerges.

Ruby [F] - The Little Red Hen

Soft-spoken, polite, and kind to a fault. Ruby is the person you want when you need a comforting hand. A true healer and guiding life even if she is a little shy around others. But all healers have a story, Ruby just doesn’t have the cure to make it all go away.

William/Willow [M/F] - The Undisguised Wolf

They say if you gaze into the abyss, it tends to gaze back and tells you what you’re made of. That’s how it feels when this quiet storm enters a room, the room grows cold and the fun dies out. No one knows what lurks behind those eyes, and no one knows for sure if they’re the eyes of a monster.

Oliver/Olivia [M/F] - The Two-Faced Lover

Excitable, sweet, just the happiest bubble around. Around most people at least. But really, they're just an actor who knows how to play their part. No one knows the real them and maybe that's starting to have a toll on them. But it’s not like they can suddenly do a 180 and show the world who they really are. At least that’s what they like to think.

.....and seven others to discover! (Character Bios Here)

[theoneandonlycoralinejones]

Some General Ericson's Kids Headcannons

Louis

Despite it being the zombie apocalypse, he still takes a great care in his appearance. Maybe this could be tied back to his insecurities, but he generally just finds comfort in looking nice. He kept a few colognes from before, and maybe even still has a few hair products. Of course he’d had to be resourceful to make them last this long, probably pours water into the almost empty cologne bottles to make them last longer. He also just dislikes being dirty in general, always wiping down his clothes and typically taking breaks to freshen up. 

He wants to keep the artistic spirit alive, even in the apocalypse, and he really admires people who feel the same. Everyone knows he loves piano, but when somebody actually shows interest in it he can't help but get giddy. He can ramble about musicians and songs for hours and hours and hours, and if you ever found him some new records or sheet music you'd officially be his new favorite person; ever.

Definitely was an only child; his parents put all of their focus on him, watched his every move. He was expected to get good grades, go to a good college, get a hard well-paying job afterwards. He was definitely spoiled money-wise, but his family lacked in the love and affection department. 

Violet

I’d like to think that if she ever got the chance to, she’d try to give herself a piercing. Obviously it’d be unsanitary and sort of implausible during the apocalypse, but if you think about it, all she’d need would be a needle, the piercing itself, and some sort of disinfectant, so it could possibly happen. If she did get one, probably an eyebrow piercing or a septum. She definitely isn’t the type to care too much about her appearance, but she would feel super cool having a piercing. (She wouldn’t say it though, lol)

Violet lacked any sort of hobby in the game, and this upset me. (Ruby has gardening/being a nurse, Louis has music, Tenn has art, Mitch has weapons, Omar has cooking, Aasim has writing, etc.) I feel like if she had a hobby it'd be something she'd do in secret, maybe poetry or writing songs. She definitely is the type of person to bottle her emotions up, so writing poems about it would definitely be a nice way to cope with them. She’d never share her poetry with anyone though, it's just her thing; she's way too embarrassed of it. 

If she was able to listen to any music she would definitely like indie or punk music. (Pavement, she would LOVE pavement) She’s definitely the type of person to crush on more alternative people, so I could see her trying to get into goth music just to impress a girl she likes. 

Marlon

It's obvious that he's definitely got some hefty mental issues going on, he's the type of person to bottle things up forever till he just blows up. He panics a lot in tough situations, scrambles to fix things himself, but has a hard time making things work out alone. I'd imagine his parents were probably perfectionists of some sort; who pushed a lifestyle he didn't want onto him and he tried hard to succeed for them but could never be enough. Eventually one day he acted out, sick of being forced to live a life he didn't want to live, and then was sent to Ericsons's.

A lot of people hate Marlon, for reasons that are obvious, but I really don't think he was a bad guy. He was simply misguided, and made mistakes. 

Seems like the type to smoke or drink as a way to cope. Did it more often before the apocalypse and when it first started but cigarettes and alcohol are pretty much nonexistent near Ericson’s now so he was forced to quit. 

Mitch

I see many people sort of stereotype Mitch as just this guy who likes carving knives and making bombs, which definitely is true, but I think there’s much more to him. He has a very rebellious personality which leads me to believe he probably grew up in a home where being rebellious was necessary to get any attention from his neglectful parents. They are in the boarding school for a reason, so he probably was the type of kid that almost burnt down his house or something.

Definitely seems like the type to be a big softie once you get to know him. Certainly not the type to be all soft in public, but if you're spending time one on one his more gentle side will show. 

Ruby 

She has such a motherly vibe to her, so caring and sweet. Even hands out some tough love when needed. I think that's one of the reasons why she likes the greenhouse so much, she loves to take care of things; plants included. (Obviously she also liked it because of Ms. Martin, but yk)

She's certainly not the type to accept compliments easily, she just can't imagine that when people compliment her they're telling the truth. I'd imagine that the reason she punches Aasim If you dare him to kiss her is because she thinks he's playing a prank on her or something; she just finds it hard to believe that somebody would like her. (I love her, Ruby is my bae omg)

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—05 MEET THE THORNTONS.

MASTERLIST

Parenting Style:

Topper:

⌗ topper is a proud, protective father who feels the weight of raising his kids within the high standards of kook society. his main focus is maintaining their family image and ensuring they succeed in everything. he’s obsessed with tradition and perfection, and often sees any form of rebellion as a direct challenge to the family’s reputation. while topper’s strictness can sometimes seem overbearing, his love for his children is undeniable, and he does everything with their best interest at heart—even if that means pushing them a little too hard.

⌗ topper’s style of discipline is rooted in expectations and consequences. he has a clear set of rules and high standards, believing that his kids should be the best at everything, whether that’s academics, extracurriculars, or social interactions.

⌗ his children’s safety is a huge priority for topper, especially when it comes to the dangers of growing up in the world of the outer banks. he constantly worries about their social lives and the people they associate with. his overprotectiveness often leads to him micromanaging their activities, relationships, and even friendships.

⌗ his biggest challenge is his tendency to be controlling, particularly when his kids start to assert their independence. he often forgets that they need space to make their own choices, which leads to frustration and tension between them. but beneath all his strictness, topper’s love for his children is unwavering, even if he doesn't always know how to express it.

The Kids:

FINN THORNTON (15)

PERSONALITY finn is the quintessential kook teenager—charming, confident, and a natural leader. He’s well-liked and popular, always in the thick of social events, but he’s also starting to feel the pressure that comes with being topper’s son. as he gets older, finn is beginning to recognize that the perfect image topper expects of him isn’t necessarily what he wants for himself. he’s struggling between wanting to please his father and wanting to forge his own identity outside of the kook status quo.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS DAD topper and finn have a tense but loving relationship. while finn tries to live up to his dad’s high standards, he often feels suffocated by topper’s rigid expectations. they clash often over finn’s desire for independence and topper’s insistence on control. finn’s growing rebellious streak puts a strain on their bond, but deep down, he knows his father just wants the best for him—even if his way of showing it isn’t always the healthiest.

FUN FACT finn is secretly fond of hanging out with pogue kids when he’s not under topper’s watchful eye. He loves the freedom and the chance to get away from the pressure to constantly live up to his family’s image.

RUBY THORNTON (6)

PERSONALITY ruby is the little firecracker of the family—bold, playful, and unafraid to speak her mind. she’s a contrast to finn’s more reserved nature, and she has a mischievous side that can get her into trouble. ruby is always on the move, whether she’s causing minor chaos around the house or charming everyone with her precocious personality.

RELATIONSHIP WITH HER DAD topper is surprisingly soft with ruby, although he tries to maintain control over her behavior. she’s the apple of his eye, and he tends to spoil her in ways he wouldn’t with finn. however, ruby has a rebellious streak that often frustrates him—she refuses to follow his strict rules, much to topper’s dismay. despite this, he secretly finds her antics endearing and often allows her to get away with things that finn wouldn’t dare try.

FUN FACT ruby has a natural knack for getting what she wants, often using her adorable pout or clever persuasion to convince topper to bend the rules just for her. whether it’s extra dessert or a later bedtime, she knows how to charm her dad.

FAMILY DYNAMICS

TOPPER IS EXTREMELY OVERPROTECTIVE of his kids, especially finn. he has a hard time letting go of the idea that his children should live up to the "perfect" Kook standards. this causes him to hover over finn and sometimes even overstep boundaries when it comes to his social life, friendships, and future. he often takes matters into his own hands, whether it’s choosing extracurriculars for finn or setting up interviews with important people. finn resents it but doesn’t have the courage to stand up to topper fully.

TOPPER INSISTS ON ATTENDING finn’s big social event, thinking he’ll be able to “help” him make a good impression. finn has to reluctantly go along with it, but he ends up sneaking away at some point, leaving topper to wonder where he went. later, when they have a quiet conversation, finn admits he doesn’t need his dad at every moment, which topper struggles to accept but ultimately respects.

RUBY IS MUCH MORE CAREFREE than finn, often getting into trouble by refusing to listen to topper’s rules. whether it’s sneaking snacks before dinner or drawing on the walls, ruby is constantly pushing boundaries and testing how far she can go before topper puts his foot down. while topper is often frustrated by her antics, he can’t help but laugh at her determination and independence. ruby’s playful spirit often serves as a breath of fresh air in the thornton household, balancing out the tension between topper and finn.

RUBY DECIDES THAT HER DAD’S fancy car needs a little “touch-up” with glitter. topper is less than thrilled but finds it hard to stay mad when ruby looks at him with those puppy-dog eyes.

CONFESSIONAL Topper

[sitting stiffly in a chair, adjusting his blazer, clearly annoyed by the camera crew taking too long to set up]

TOPPER: "Look, I know people think I'm... intense. And yeah, I have high standards for my kids. But you know what happens when you don’t set high standards? Chaos. And you know what chaos leads to? Disappointment. And you know what disappointment leads to? Therapy. Which is expensive." pauses, leans forward, pointing at the camera "Finn gets it. He knows I just want him to be the best. He just... doesn’t always act like it."

[Topper walks into the driveway, stops dead in his tracks, and drops his car keys. His sleek black car is now covered in glitter, stickers, and... finger paint? Ruby stands next to it, beaming, hands on her hips like she just created a masterpiece.]

RUBY: "Do you love it?”.

TOPPER: blinking rapidly, breathing heavily "What. Did. You. Do."

RUBY: "You said your car was boring, so I fixed it!"

[Topper looks around, hands on his head, trying to process. Finn walks by, glances at the car, and immediately turns around like he wants no part of this.]

FINN: "Yeah, no, I’m out."

TOPPER: stone-faced, gripping his temples "It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s just a... car. A very expensive, limited-edition car that took me six months to special order. But, hey, who needs that when you have a six-year-old Picasso in the house, right?" deep sigh

CONFESSIONAL Finn

[Finn is slouched in a chair, arms crossed, clearly fed up.]

FINN: "I could cure cancer, and it still wouldn’t be good enough for my dad. Like, I got a 95 on my last test, and he asked where the other five points went." mimicking Topper’s voice "'If you're not getting 100s, what’s the point, Finn?'" back to normal voice, deadpan "The point is, I have a life, and I’d like to keep it." pauses, then gestures vaguely "Meanwhile, Ruby spills juice on a white couch, and he calls her a 'free spirit.'"

[Topper is mingling at a high-profile fundraiser, watching Finn from across the room like a hawk. Finn is visibly uncomfortable as Topper keeps ushering him toward “important people.” Then, when Topper turns away for one second, Finn vanishes.]

[Cut to Barry outside, leaning against his truck, eating fries. Finn appears next to him, exhaling dramatically.]

BARRY: without looking up, chewing slowly "I assume you just ran away from the Great and Powerful Cameron?"

FINN: nodding, still catching his breath "He was about to introduce me to some 50-year-old dude who ‘could get me into law school.’ I’m 15."

[Barry finally looks at him, shrugs, then offers a fry. Finn takes one.]

BARRY: "Yeah, man. That’s rough." pause "Wanna egg his car?"

TOPPER: arms crossed, jaw clenched "Finn thinks he’s sneaky. He’s not. I always know where he is." beat "Except for last night." beat "Or last week." beat "Or at the charity gala where he was supposed to be networking with senators." rubbing his temples, muttering "He’s literally trying to kill me."

[Topper sits with his arms crossed, expression unreadable. He clears his throat.]

TOPPER: "Yeah, their mom’s... not around. She—" pauses, pressing his lips together "—made her choices." tilts his head slightly, voice sharper "And I made mine. So, yeah, it’s just me and the kids. And I don’t always get it right, but I’ll be damned if I don’t give them everything they need to be successful." leans forward, voice quieter but firm "I’m not gonna let them down."

—Cut to Ruby running through the house with scissors, Finn sneaking out the back door, and Topper sighing in pure exhaustion.

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TW death, grief

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Five Funerals

They lose Fig first.

Comes with the territory when you're an archdevil - somebody's always looking to take your spot. "Don't worry about it," she says, opening a Planeshift to the recording studio. "It's just the usual rebellious fiends. Icythorz and Bolhondrus and the rest. I'll be back before you know it." She looks resplendent in black leather, the Unfaithable Bass slung across her back, riding the fiery Daymare surrounded in jagged red shards.

Adaine knows before everyone else, but can't believe the vision to be true until she learns that Ayda is gone, too. She scratched every memory of Fig out of her notes before starting over - it was too much pain to bear. The five of them know how it feels.

---5---

It's a few years before they take another hit. Another mission to the Mountains of Chaos, another world-ending calamity to be stopped because Who Else Is Going To Save The World? A small misstep, a miscalculation (six where there should be five, they're only five now) and suddenly the routine becomes deadly.

Riz takes the fall. "It's easier this way," he says, in his last moments. "I'll still see you." And he does. Agent Gukgak Jr., now, with some extra responsibility. But he still comes by. Sometimes. Every so often. Often enough.

---4---

Kristen is next. Only one thing could bring down the most gifted cleric of the age - sacrificing herself for her friends. Third time's the charm when it comes to death, it turns out.

Gorgug is the most hopeful that she'll come back, that she'll find a way again, like in the Nightmare Forest. But Adaine knows this is the end. Even Arthur Aguefort agrees. He quotes Alanis Morissette at her funeral. The followers of Cassandra pull out all the stops.

Adaine, Fabian, and Gorgug have their own ceremony at Ashgrove, next to the Gukgak family plot. It's quiet. Bucky cries into Ragh's shoulder. Aelwyn, Jawbone, and Gertie collect flowers. Tracker stays for a few minutes to say goodbye.

---3---

They quit adventuring after Kristen's funeral. And they don't lose anyone else for a long time. Riz still visits, every few years. They talk about the good old days, how silly it was that Baron was so terrifying when at the end of the day it was an honest conversation that finally did him in. There's rumours that Kristen has ascended to goddesshood herself - Adaine doesn't buy it. She's not the type to be revered.

They come out of retirement for the only reason they would - to bring back one of their own. They finally found Fig's soul, trapped in a ruby in the darkest levels of the Abyss. They can't ask anyone to come with them - it's too dangerous, it's too personal. It's missions like this that kill people.

And when it's all over, when Adaine carries Fabian's burnt, unconscious body back to Morded Manor, they have another funeral to plan.

Gorbag and Roz have already passed, and Wilma and Digby are too old to make preparations, so it falls to Jawbone to organize it. He knows they don't want a lot of fanfare. It's at Ashgrove again, just Adaine and Fabian and the Thistlesprings, and Aelwyn and Ragh. Sandra-Lynn is back in Solace - she sends Adaine a heartfelt text saying she appreciates the invitation, but she can't bring herself to come.

Riz doesn't show for the ceremony - he's desperately scouring the heavenly realms, trying to make sure Gorgug ended up somewhere he wasn't afraid of. Orcish heaven doesn't have him, he reports, and neither does Cassandra.

If he's trapped in the Abyss with Fig, at least they have each other.

---2---

Adaine sees Fabian's death the night of Gorgug's funeral. She needs to prepare, she tells herself. She knows it's going to be hard. She needs all the time she can get, and she needs to know which goodbye will be their last.

They grow old together. Not romantically, although some speculate. Fabian becomes a multiclass advisor at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. Adaine works in Bastion City as an archivist, with occasional trips to Fallinel for Oracle services. They go for vacations sometimes, but never for too long. The memories find them no matter where they go. Sometimes Adaine wishes she could be Ayda, scrape off the old wounds and start fresh. Arthur talks about her sometimes. She's never had the same spark as that one lifetime, he says.

Adaine watches the wrinkles grow beside Fabian's eye, watches his hair turn grey, watches the Future of Dance become its Mentor. He trades his Battlesheet for a cane-sword, then a regular cane. He takes to wearing the Gregorian necktie to classes, no matter how much it clashes with his outfit. They both wonder how many of their own teachers lost party members.

Adaine holds Fabian's wrinkled hand on his deathbed, in his old room at Seacaster Manor. He grins, flashes the same perfect teeth as on the first day of Freshman Year. "Bet you didn't see this one coming, did you?"

"I did," she whispers, tears streaming down her young elven face. "I knew it would end like this. But I always hoped it would last forever."

They're the last words he hears.

It's not the first funeral Adaine organizes. All the Bad Kids held one for Buddy Dawn, back in high school. She and Fabian worked together on the services for Jawbone, Ragh, and Chungledown Bim - who finally caught up to Fabian in both of their old ages. It is the first funeral she has to organize alone.

Some of Fabian's students attend. Arthur Aguefort gives a short speech, and a few students hear the story of Kalvaxus' return for the first time. Adaine sits with Aelwyn in the front row, a few seats down from Hallariel. Gilear records the service to show Telemaine later. Riz is somewhere deep undercover - he maybe hasn't even heard yet.

She always knew she'd be the last. She didn't expect it to hurt so much.

---1---

Adaine stumbles through a few years before she finds herself again. They pass so fast without a mortal lifespan to hold up against them. She drifts between Fallinel and Bastion City for the most part, with occasional return trips to Elmville. Aelwyn always has a place for her to stay. Seacaster Manor was turned into a dormitory for Aguefort students who needed a place to study, or sleep, or stay away from home for a while. Tracker converted Morded Manor into a temple/bed-and-breakfast for worshipers of Galicaea. Strongtower Luxury Apartments was demolished soon after Fabian started teaching at Aguefort. It seems like everything is different now.

Adaine visits Leviathan once, on a whim. The Compass Points hasn't changed a bit. On a chance meeting in the stacks, Ayda looks at her with a spark of familiarity.

"Adaine Abernant?"

"Yes... you remember me?"

Ayda shakes her head. "There are mentions of you in my journals. I leave journals for when I regenerate-"

"I know. I remember."

Ayda looks intrigued. "I wrote that you were a great wizard, and a good friend. I hear from other sources that you are the Elven Oracle. Perhaps you can shed some light on why the pages around yours are torn to shreds or redacted to the point of unreadability?"

Adaine places a gentle hand on Ayda's shoulder. "I don't know if you'd want that. You lost someone you cared about, so much that you thought it was better to forget her than to bear the pain of losing her."

Ayda considers this. "Is it better to forget?" she asks. "Would you give up the memories of those you lost, in order to keep a logical mind?"

"No. Not for anything."

"Then we should talk."

Adaine smiles. "I'd like that."

---2---

*end

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If The World Ends We Go Together

Hunger Games au! District 7 Rebel! Jihoon x Female District 7 Rebel! Reader

Summary: Jihoon and you knew how to survive together, it was simple and steadfast, all throughout the years since your childhood to the harvest of tributes to the beginning of the Rebellion. You meant to keep it that way, even if it meant ignoring your feelings, but how long can it last as the dangers around you make you question how you could ever live without Jihoon?

Warning and Contents: Suspense, friends to lovers, both Jihoon and Reader think being in a relationship will put them in danger. Fluff. Reader is taller than Jihoon. Reader has aphasia (mutism due to damage to the brain language centers) and Jihoon and her communicate mostly through sign language. Jihoon with an axe; Bisexual! reader (if you are biphobic then dni), Reader with dark skin, appearances of Park Sunyoung of F(x) and Seokmin, Minghao and Seungkwan of SVT. Blood, non graphic flashback of a beating as a child, fights with guns and knives, hunting, Jihoon and reader hunt a bear together; burnings, almost drowning, and not accurate mention of CPR.

- xxx - oral dialogue

"xxx" sign language

*xxx* written notes

{xxx} flashback

Word count: 11,251

Image credit to: @vitaminkyeom

This is Part of the SVT CATCHING FIRE COLLABORATION

Playlist: Born to die - Lana del Rey; Ruby - Woozi; Cardigan - Taylor Swift; Snow on the beach - Taylor Swift; All my love - SVT; Dust - SVT Vocal Unit; What Kind of Future - Woozi; Die with a smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars; Cinnamon Girl - Lana del Rey; Find you - Ruelle; War of Hearts - Ruelle; Margaret- Lana del Rey

MY MASTERLIST

Epilogue

You would never say you were a doctor. As much as you knew how to avoid certain herbs in case someone tried to poison you, how to brew concoctions and remedies, you could never truly diagnose someone.

That’s why at this moment, you were mad at Jihoon.

He had brought over to your shared home/office whose space could barely fit two people, a little girl whose bleeding left eye needed a specialist not a mere learning herbalist of medical plants.

- She needs the care Y/n, I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't sure you can handle it - while you were flattered by his words it also conveyed a little self-doubt given you barely knew how to keep people alive and how to heal some ailments, but you guessed you would have to act quick to help the poor child who did not deserve at all what happened to her.

And that’s how you found yourself going over the books you had stolen from a rebellious doctor killed by peacekeepers.

The book seemed to have more than 1000 pages and even if you were not an expert on how to treat eye ailings you really wanted to help her.

Finally you landed on the page you needed and tilting your head while turning to look at Jihoon you signaled for him to lay the girl on the small bed of your room that actually only fitted two persons so you had to move carefully to not startle her and not drop your herbs while you took your time analyzing the words to understand them better.

You put the bottles you were carrying on Jihoon’s hands and squeezed his hands turned fists to assure him of how important they were… and of course they were since inside of them were many ingredients essential for this specific concoction; sitting on your small desk you began chopping ingredients one by one signaling for Jihoon to put them back in place, then a while after giving your new patient a glass of water for her to drink as you put all of them together on a pot letting it boil with half a cup of water, adding on them a drop of another bottle you turned to look at the girl again but this time you saw the look on Jihoon’s face as well, he was staring at your little patient in an aloof way as if he was remembering something.

You couldn’t help but grimace. You knew what Jihoon was reminiscing, you woke him from his stupor touching his shoulder and indicating with a nod for him to take a seat by your side, as he sat, you moved to gently open her left eye and drop with a small dispenser two drops of the concoction you prepared.

"I'm here" Jihoon blinked and you made sure he looked at your eyes as you admonished him. "You are fine, I am fine" your hands were steady and your eyes never left his, your gazes were locked untilJihoon blinked again and sighed and let his head fall in the air.

"I know" he lifted his head as he signed "It's just" his hands were trembling "it's so unfair, she's only a child!" He signed quickly, which indicated how frustrated Jihoon felt.

"But you helped her" you squeezed his hands "she will be fine" Jihoon finally relaxed his posture and squeezed your hands back as he gave you a small smile. Jihoon didn't like touching people, but with you it was different, it always was.

It was fair to say that since meeting Jihoon and his father who worked as lumberjacks, your best friend Sunyoung and you were amazed by Jihoon's skills with the axe and soon the three of you became friends, while Sunyoung preferred to watch his axe skills and learn how to climb trees and create traps, and Jihoon knew how to defend himself with an axe you learned how to brew remedies.

It was hard for Sunyoung and you to read and be aware of your surroundings since at a young age you both had been beaten by a peacekeeper which ended up costing your abilities to speak and to keep balance and fully comprehend reading and writing, but soon Sunyoung and you learned how to ground yourselves through touching things, while Sunyoung always carried leave bracelets and anklets to ground herself by touching them you did the same but with a small chunk of wood. You would never admit it but it was one of the parts of the log Jihoon had once cut (also because you had fallen and spent a long while trying to get up as you felt you no longer had equilibrium).

You used it as a necklace and below your clothes, so that no one would try to take it from you.

"What do you think?" Sunyoung asked you as both of you were in her cozy room preparing to head out for work and Sunyoung was discarding what to wear that would not make the peacekeepers pay her any mind, right now she was wearing a new leather jacket she most likely had made for herself while you laid on her bed playing with her covers. As you pretended to ponder Sunyoung gave you a small pout which made you chuckle and in the end you gave her thumbs up in approval.

"It's good, you outdid yourself this time" Sunyoung grinned and with that you headed out towards the forest, you worked as part of the lumberjacking industry and helped move the wood logs to the factories. Since people older than 18 were no longer able to present as tributes, and therefore couldn't get more food according to how many times you wrote your name in the baskets, you had to work for Panem now to buy a little bit of food, though only the Capitol and the Privileged Districts truly ever got the gains of the labour.

Once you got to the forest you caught a glimpse of Jihoon as he was flexing his biceps to finish cutting a tree, before he could see your flustered expression you turned around to take the first logs to the factory as Sunyoung smirked at you teasingly while you rolled your eyes at her antics .

“Don't get lost admiring Jihoon’s muscles, focus on earnings money right now” she playfully moved her fingers “after all you can always see them when you two are together” that last statement which made you smack her arm as she cackled and your eyes popped up for her implication.

“Jihoon and I are just friends” you declared

“Best friends who want to kiss each other” Sunyoung attacked

“That's not true, and you better focus on your work if you want us to go back home without any punishments or beating” your hands were firm as you gestured with your eyes to the peacekeepers who were always eager to give punishments.” You warned her as the peacekeepers were looking at you

“Okay mom” she scoffed.

It was not as if you never fell asleep hoping to one day feel his lips on yours, of course not.

As you kept doing your part of the job: transporting piles of logs to the factory around 10 to 20 times per a day, you noticed the peacekeepers growing restless as they kept getting close to all the workers.

- I NEED YOU ALL TO LISTEN NOW! - One of the peacekeepers shouted when you were amid your 18th takeover making you still - There will be a curfew tonight, so when you are finished go back home immediately! There will be no considerations!- You looked around the area to catch Sunyoung but she beat you to it as she touched your elbow and then your shoulder.

"Don't worry about me, I will take the shortway, focus on going home soon". You wanted to argue and tell her you would take her but then her roommate Minghao approached you.

- It's okay Y/N, we will leave together, I won't leave her. -

Once you finished Jihoon and you got on his car to go back home and as soon as you arrived the two of you nodded, the agreement to bar everything and keep an eye on your weapons and the door, you held your revolver while Jihoon angled the rifle to fit between his toned arms... And wait, until the frequency in the radio finally changed. News about the Rebellion.

The rebels had found new ways to communicate indoors as protests and actions were done outside.

- We will mobilize from district to district- an off and cracky voice mumbled.

- You all need to keep this secret so listen carefully, start the journey towards District 13, grab maps to guide yourselves and take everything you need, but beware any peacekeeper, be as discreet as you can, District 13 will receive us as refugees, they have the power to end the Capitol from within, if we burn they will burn with us.-

Jihoon and you looked at each other, you would need to act carefully from now on.

The next day, as you were with Sunyoung you were tense, you felt as if the surveillance had increased by the amount of peacekeepers watching over you. There were 5 more than the usual 3. But even then, that didn't stop you from getting to quietly retreat further into the forest and find Sunyoung who was sitting in a wood log across Minghao, Jihoon and Seokmin. You waved at them and they returned it while Sunyoung acknowledged you with a nod as she turned to look at you.

"Did you listen to the radio last night? Many rebels are heading towards District 13 to join Katniss Everdeen" Sunyoung exclaimed. "We will need to leave in a few days - Seokmin looked around to see if there was someone close to you." The other day I heard a group of rebels who plan on making a trap to kill peacekeepers this week, it's risky but the distraction will buy us time to escape.

"It will" Sunyoung chuckled while grinning. "I helped creating it, it will give them a surprise in the mines"

"We can do this" Minghao signed, expanding his hands widely. "but we need to be discreet and gather everything we can, as soon as possible."

"I say we do this in a week, that will give us time once the trap is set."

"What do you think of this Jihoon?" You walked towards him to touch him with a wood stick as Jihoon looked at his shoes while leaning against a tree, he lifted his gaze to meet yours holding his head high to look at you and then sigh.

"We need to bring weapons with us “

...

As you had promised it, a week later the journey towards District 13 was set off. You were going to take different routes, Seokmin, Sunyoung and Minghao went together, with Jihoon and you then following 2 days after. It had been decided like that so you could cover for them in your shifts and deviate attention.

"Take care" were the last words Sunyoung said to you after hugging you tightly and leaving in the dawn.

After the trap set in the mine lands peacekeepers were less than before and that was an advantage and Jihoon and you started the journey then. However the already set beginning was delayed when the peacekeepers saw Jihoon getting into the forest when he wanted to get rid of the traps and beat him up, taking him to jail, he was only able to communicate with you by using the radio he always hid in his jacket.

-Y/n, in short words I'm in prison, they caught me when I was trying to destroy the traps, I need you to get me out of here. - when you listened to his words back at home you were horrified, remembering how creative the peacekeepers could get when it came to punishing citizens.

So here you were, sneaking into their District prison at night one week after he had been captured, wanting to memorize the place and know its weak points. You had managed to get in through a cord and a window and slithered until you saw the back of a peacekeeper. Slowly you got close to him and hit his head with a baseball bat, after taking his gun and his keys you looked for Jihoon, not minding the whistles from the other prisoners and when you saw his hair your waved your hand that was carrying the keys to him making him aware you were here for him. After opening his cell and hugging him you two went back home where you were attending to his wounds. As he hissed when you were cleaning a cut in his cheek you felt a little dizzy so you had to exhale and touch the edge on the little raspy gray sofa you were on to calm yourself.

“Sorry”

“Don't be sorry, I would still do it” Jihoon refused “if anything I'm sorry for worrying you.” he apologized

“Don't say that, I actually liked getting to hit a peacekeeper and taking his gun.” You chuckled at the sweet memory earning a laugh from Jihoon as well.

“You know with me escaping they will be looking for us, right?” he asked after some minutes but you two already knew the answer.

“Then we have to get everything ready for tomorrow.”

And that is how the next day you two sneaked through a barb wire border to avoid being seen by the peacekeepers. You were carrying a map and a dagger in your backpack alongside other tools, like binoculars, books, needles and lighters, while you were no warrior you knew a stab could be lethal and with Jihoon's guiding you at least knew how to hurt someone who tried to harm you, and he was carrying an axe alongside the gun you had stolen. Which was useful when you used one of the bombs Minghao designed to get rid of the peacekeepers of the border of the district.

The rebellion had started as all of you had seen how Katniss Everdeen had won the 74th Hunger Games alongside Peeta Mellark and displayed an attitude and compassion that soon became the symbol of resistance: Hope, in the form of the mockingbird.

The rebels had begun communicating through radios and in one moment, District 13 was able to communicate back and give instructions on what to do to defeat and overthrow Snow as well as indications about what to expect before the coup could be started.

Both Jihoon and you admired Katniss, after having to bury your last relatives due to starvation and the abuse of the peacekeepers, he was all you had left, and you wanted to protect him as much as possible. Even if you sometimes disagreed it was worth it as Jihoon had become your rock after all the years you spent together.

"Here you go" Jihoon gave you a piece of meat he had brought after hunting and you set a fire to heat yourselves as the autumn was starting to fade into winter. "It's deer meat, I hunted it, you should have seen me" He said with a smug smile.

"Show-off" you chuckled as you munched it and he laughed.

"Did you bring your concoctions?"

"Of course I did," you scoffed. "How else are we going to survive? I also brought my books in any case"

"That's good"

As you got up, you got dizzy and almost fell but you touched your shins with a hand while your dominant one went for the leaf necklace, tapping it three times to regain balance. Jihoon slowly showed you his hand, when you recovered you lifted your gaze and thanked him as he finally reached out for your hand and laid the dagger on your palm, squeezing your other hand which made you fluster but you hoped it would not be obvious with the little light of the sun in that moment that your cheeks had a garnet tone now as you lowered your gaze and walked hastily past Jihoon while he set the fire off and you continued marching.

As what you thought were 2 weeks passed you could conclude that the sky view was beautiful, getting to see the blue sky and the high mountains with no stop was a blessing and Jihoon and you frequently ended up admiring it, back home no one had the time and even less the idea of looking up to the sky, and even if the circumstances were not the best, you loved sharing these moments with Jihoon as you also admired his profile during the afternoons.

"How do you think the others are?" He asked you one night as you both stared into the fire lit in front of your mini camp.

"I hope they are okay, though probably Seokmin and Sunyoung must be talking a lot for Minghao" you said giggling at the thought of the two golden retrievers talking non-stop. Jihoon laughed and smiled at you as you settled into a quiet atmosphere, the flames were the only sound in the forest, letting you see the crisps in the air which made Jihoon's skin shine and in Jihoon's mind it made your russet skin glow as well.

You never admitted it since you were always focused on protecting the both of you, but you harbored feelings for Jihoon, it was love, which made you even more alert to any risks. You never thought about the possibility but the fact you two were doing this journey together made you realize even more how much you wanted to protect Jihoon.

“The sky looks beautiful this evening” Jihoon’s fingers emulated an explosion at his statement and it was true, it was a combination of orange, red and pink, secretly he thought that the colors in the sky made you look like an angel but that was a thought for himself as the red tones in the air and the forest gave you an air of a fairy in his mind.

“It is” you agreed, looking above as well and then your gaze shifted to look at him.

"Have you thought about what we will do when we get to District 13 Hoon?" You asked him with shaking hands hoping he doesn't see how you've suddenly gotten nervous.

"I guess" His fingers get fidgety "We can finally join the Rebellion and fight against Snow." You mentally palmed yourself at his answer, though you agreed with the plan, you meant what would happen with your lives after that.

"Yes, but what else will we do once everything is done?" Your eyes are focused on his. "We can get to live freely" He says after a while. "We could build a new house and have all the things we always wanted" you gestured quickly. "Create the garden you wanted and plant new kinds of plants." Your heart is beating fast as you look at him and gulp. "That would be nice" he says calmly as you keep staring at each other.

"We could still keep our weapons, just in any case" he chuckles, his eyes still on you. "Of course we can"

"And ... " He pauses, his lips trembling "get a new fresh start"

"You are right, for you and I" you wrapped up as you got closer to the fire to get more heat for your hands.

...

Three more weeks passed as you traveled when you came across a river whose current waters were flowing swiftly and gushingly fast in what seemed to be the border with District 9, and you had to think about how to cross it without damaging the radio Jihoon was carrying.

"You could keep your backpack and jacket above the water and in any case it gets wet then we put it into rice" you stated which made Jihoon hesitantly agree.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

"Ready?" Jihoon asked as you both were about to dive into the cold water.

"Readier than ever" and then you jumped, the water splashing on the surface and then Jihoon jumped as well.

‘Splash! Splash!’

The current was strong, you could not deny it, and it was hard to advance but you could not give up just now, as you kept yourself floating on the backpack you turned to look at Jihoon who was focused on his own task and then noticed the zipper of his jacket on the backpack that contained the radio was open and you lowered your head to see that indeed the radio was flowing down the river, which made you discard your own backpack to dive further into the water to retrieve it.

Swimming below water was not easier either, but you had to try and were close to catching it but as soon as you got it in your hand pulling it close to your chest you let out a breath which made you swallow water prompting you to cough and sink more into the water, you tried to swim above but your strength failed you and you could feel more air leaving you; you cursed yourself for failing Jihoon and not being able to keep going and were closing your eyes when a gush of water came in your direction. Jihoon. He had stopped swimming when your backpack collided against him prompting him to look for you and then realize his jacket was open and the radio was missing.

As soon as he spotted you he grabbed you from your shirt and impulsing himself with strength but care as he swam the both of you above the water and towards your backpacks, tying them tightly to support your weight upon them closing the jacket zipper, your limbs were longer than his which made him keep a distance to not end up drowning the two of you; once you were finally on the other side and finally on the District 9, dragging you to lay on the soil he made pressure on your chest to make first aid and expel the water from your lungs, as well as doing mouth to mouth resuscitation which he was not sure about but thought maybe could help.

Jihoon sighed in relief when he saw your chest rising up but frowned when he saw your lips and nails were turning gray, and he then remembered that was a sign of hypothermia from what you had told him once, so he was quick to pull you out of your cold damp clothes and covering your body with blankets after he started a fire to keep you warm. Jihoon would not let you leave him, he would protect you.

As Jihoon pulled your clothes from you he turned around to respect your privacy and tried to do it as quickly as possible to then place you in the two warm blankets. The newly begun fire was warm enough for now but then he would need to go for more logs. Good idea to bring his axe. However, he wanted to make sure at first that you were okay as you had fallen unconscious after being able to breathe. While sleeping you looked peaceful, from your parted lips to your eyelashes and garnet cheeks and the glow of your russet skin. Admitting to himself that he was in love with you was already hard enough, Jihoon didn't want to lose more people he cared about after his dad had been murdered by peacekeepers for daring work when there had been a curfew years ago; you were the only thing he had left and didn't want to lose you over feelings he was not sure would truly work out in a relationship and then you two drifting apart and dying away from each other.

No, Jihoon was completely fine with denying his feelings if that meant you two stayed together alive.

...

{Jihoon and you had met when you were both kids, you were 7 and he was 5, and it seems your very first encounter had already determined what your future dynamic would be.

You had stolen a slice of bread from one of the peacekeepers who had actually taken it from your friend Sunyoung and had hit her in the head leaving her unconscious for a week and from thereafter mute.

Your plan was simple, you wanted to distract him by sending a dog to chase him while you took the bread. But you never counted with him coming back so quickly, in your defense you would say the 7 year-old you barely knew about the running time of an adult thus you were surprised when he yanked you by your hair to the floor before you could even truly go away, at the end of the day you learned how he had left Sunyoung unconscious as he hit you with a metal tube over and over again.

Sunyoung and you gained more scars for life and you knew you had to always check every detail now. It was during your unconscious days that Jihhon came into your life. Jihoon and his father worked as lumberjacks and he usually sold log charges to people, and when he gave a charge to your father he saw the state you were in, all sprawled over your bed in the living room, seeing you like that stirred something in Jihoon's heart and that led him to teach your dad how to place the logs in a way the fire would keep itself and draw heat towards your sleeping silhouette; that had been the same advice he had given to the family of Sunyoung before, when her parents had told you about the kind boy who helped keep Sunyoung warm during her most vulnerable moments had melted your heart, just like Jihoon did when your parents told him why it was you now who was unconscious.

When a month passed after you woke up and Sunyoung was visiting you with her parents, Sunyoung and you were seated resting and when your mother called your name you noticed there were 2 people with her, she told you Jihoon was the lumberjack who helped both of you to survive your unconscious slumbers each one, when Jihoon tried to give you a writing of his working technique he frowned at seeing neither Sunyoung nor you were truly reading, to you it was like the letters were there but could not actually make any sense of it, therefore Jihoon opted for teaching you through watching.

- This is what you have to do -Jihoon said while placing a log of wood on the grass of the yard of your house, as he tilted his head he looked at Sunyoung and you.

- You might need to step aside - as Sunyoung and you looked at each other you did as he told you.

CHOP

The wood log was now split in two logs, they had cuts on the edges from where Jihoon cut it, your eyes were widened in surprise, you had never seen something similar, and to you it was the coolest did ever which made you give Jihoon the widest smile you could master making him smile in the process as well.

Since that day Jihoon and you became friends and made the promise you would always keep each other safe, which eventually made the two of you develop feelings for one another.}

‘Crack crack crack’

The sound of a fire aroused you from your sleep and made you shift your weight on your left side, making you groan when you could no longer fall asleep and reluctantly open your eyes slowly, frowning when you saw the night sky and the forest and hear owls tweeting, you turned your head to the right side and then saw Jihoon asleep on his own mattress across the fire, as well as the radio put in a rice cup and your clothes drying themselves in the branches of some tree which startled you once you became completely self-aware at the realization you were only covered by a blanket and that must likely Jihoon had to do it, which then made you cover your face with the covers. Great. Now how would you look him in the eyes after this?

If Sunyoung was here she would never let you live it down by teasing you. You thanked whatever deity was up there for at least sparing you that shame.

But not enough since the deed was already done. What bothered you was the fact of how embarrassing the situation was and that you nearly could have put Jihoon at risk, it was not like you weren't grateful but you just wished the circumstances for you lying like this had not affected him.

A shiver in your back interrupted your thoughts though making you hold the blanket tighter and then you saw how there was a gray tone to your nails, you then realized Jihoon had acted quickly to keep you warm. You cheesily thought it worked as more warmth settled on your chest then. He really took care of you.

You really were lucky to be here with him, and with that new warmth on your chest you fell asleep again.

Once the dawn broke you felt a hand stroking your right cheek making you drowsily open your eyes as Jihoon's warm fingers quickly left your skin.

"Sorry" he fidgeted and quickly drifted his stare away making you chuckle.

“It's okay” you stretched a little and then remembered you needed to put new clothes on and moved your hand through the soil beneath you to catch his attention and when he did you gestured for him to pass new clothes to you.

“Yeah, sorry, I will turn around so you can change”

As a headache was beginning to form you focused on the tweeting of the birds and how the wind felt against your hair and skin while putting your clothes on, once you finished you got out of the blankets and finally stretched all your limbs which had been a little numb in the end groaning as your kneecaps rattled.

As you walked towards your wet clothes Jihoon turned around and grabbed your wrist earning himself a questioning glare from you down to his face as you felt his warm skin against your cold one and he picked up your fingers extending them enough so you could see your nails still were gray. You had hypothermia.

“We can not leave yet, you need to get warm enough to recover”

You tried to protest but Jihoon lifted a hand making you stop.

“You almost drowned and I had to resuscitate you so you could breathe so if I say we need to wait for you to recover then we do it.” He declared and above his deep stare you felt yourself complying, even if you did not want to admit it. And he felt the need to make you understand because he had been so scared, you almost died leaving him alone and that was an experience he did not want to repeat.

“But what will we do then? Our arrival will be late, our friends are waiting for us.” you exclaimed.

“That doesn't matter” he rebuked “You need to be healthy and I will not risk it” it was then that you knew Jihoon was being serious. “We will stay here until you are healthy enough”

Easier said than done.

While Jihoon could use your books to look at the plants and see the instructions on how to prepare remedies he was not an expert at cooking but during 3 weeks he did what he could which you thanked him for as he made the efforts to do this for you.

“Hoon” you signed the shortened version of his sign “I think we could try to keep going, I've gotten better” which was true, your nails and lips were no longer grey “we can keep marching and in any case stop to see a doctor in District 9.”

“I'm not sure y/n” he rebuked

“But I am sure Jihoon” you insisted, “we could find some more herbs, the entire district is big enough to hide and take care of ourselves” you pleaded looking into his eyes that it was fine and that you desperately needed to keep going. Shutting his eyes and exhaling Jihoon finally gave in and let himself fall into your arms and as you rubbed his back you deepened the embrace not wanting to let go of him.

“Okay, but I’ll let you know if something goes wrong then I will say I told you so” he scoffed as you grinned at him. Jihoon may not admit it but he loved watching you smile, maybe that's why Seokmin and Minghao always pointed at him when you did it.

And that's how you two started marching again in search of wheat, edible fruits and somewhere to stay while you measured the unguarded areas of the District.

“I think we can get to sleep in an abandoned house, what do you think?” You inquired

“That is if we ever get to find an abandoned house first, we need to simply find an abandoned alley” was his answer which made you roll your eyes.

You walked and walked, only stopping to pick some fruits “you never know, Hoon” you told him when he stared at you questioningly.

And you kept leading the way, it was not that boring, actually it was nice to look at the sky and walk side by side in silence and admire how the sunlight made the trees look redder and more abundant.

“The sunset looks beautiful, don't you think? You exclaimed with your back in front of him, and Jihoon held his breath, he couldn't see your face but looking at how your figure was embraced by the light and the breeze made his face heat. An adorable view, even more adorable when you turned to look at him.

“Yes, it looks beautiful” he signed quickly at you. Your eyes were connected and you could feel like you were drowning in his chocolate eyes, feeling as if they took the air from you.

“It is” you straightened your relaxed position “for the meanwhile we can start another fire to sleep here” it was an abrupt change of topic but you needed it.

“Sure” Jihoon answered, scolding himself for blurting out like that.

…

The next day after Jihoon slept on Heejin's couch and you on the floor, you inspected the map to guide yourselves in where to go now as you were eating breakfast on the table.

-You should go northeast - Heejin's voice woke you up from your focused state making Jihoon and you looked at her as she walked down the hall, she had seen you from the end of the hall struggling to understand the map while Jihoon rubbed your back and gave you water.

-If you are going to District 6 then you should march to the northeast, it's the least watched part of this District - She mentioned

-How can we be sure?- was Jihoon’s answer-question which made you frown at him.

-Just like I was sure I would trust you to stay with me, also, I have friends there who could house you, it's a green colored house with an apothecary, it's in a mountain next to a river, you would be arriving there in 2 weeks - Jihoon had to admit that was a good answer.

In the end Jihoon and you agreed to listen to her and started marching.

“She was cute” you told him once you spent 1 hour walking

“I think she was average” Jihoon quickly signed, dismissing your flattering of the woman.

“Okay, I guess we all have different opinions, but don't worry, you are handsomer than her if that's what worries you.” You chuckled as you saw Jihoon’s arms flexing as he stopped for a while to tie his backpack tighter, but at your words Jihoon suffered a shortcut at you thinking he was handsome. Jihoon knew he was an attractive guy but seeing you think the same hit harder than ever before.

You turned around when you saw he was not walking next to you, finding he was looking at you perplexed.

“I mean” you nervously shifted “you don't need to compare yourself to anyone, and trust me when I say you are handsome not only because I'm your friend but also because you are very handsome, stunning and strong” you felt you were digging your own grave as you just rambled in front of him hiding your face with your hands, uncovering it when you heard Jihoon's steps and semi-lifting your head.

-Thank you, you are kind y/n and I do believe you.”

At his words you gave him a small smile and hugged him, as his tiny frame was wrapped by your arms he felt himself smiling as well by how affectionate you were and the fact he loved having all your attention for himself.

When you separated from him you quickly composed yourself.

“Sorry, but also thank you for everything Jihoon, like saving me from drowning and having taken care of me.” you looked at your shoes.

“It's okay, I would do it again if I had to.” Jihoon would always make you swoon more than anyone else.

As the days passed you finally found yourselves in front of the house of Seungkwan, Heejin's friend.

Though Seungkwan was not amused with the idea of sharing his house.

-I'm not into sharing my things so keep your hands to yourselves and follow my rules: 1. You eat when I cook 2. You will share the guest room 3. You will help me with my plants while you stay here, that's the only way you will get wheat to survive once you leave. - even though it didn't amuse you either to follow so many rules you knew you had to follow them if you wanted somewhere to sleep plus food.

“Don't worry, it'll be over before we notice” Jihoon tried to comfort you when Seungkwan went back to his apothecary he noticed your distress over having to stay for more time than you anticipated at first but it was necessary if you wanted to survive the winter so you would stay here for at least 1 to 2 weeks.

“It’s okay, I guess this is a chance for me to learn how to harvest, right?” You mentioned, trying to lighten up the mood.

Entering Seungkwan’s apothecary was nice, there were so many kinds of plants, drawings and concoctions in his shelves, and many plant books in his battered table.

-What are you doing here?- you got startled at the sudden voice of Seungkwan but quickly grabbed your notebook to respond to him.

*I'm sorry, I just was curious about your apothecary.*

-Well go be curious somewhere else unless you seriously like apothecary- his words were blunt and dry but you beamed shrugging at the last statement.

-Do you really like plants?- Seungkwan questioned in surprise and you nodded with a smile.

-Ok then you can observe - Seungkwan hummed - but don't touch anything.- He warned.

-I won't - you typed down and resumed your activity of trying to identify the different kinds of plants around you, and tilting your head you tried to focus on the words on the book to comprehend what it said about harvesting and health. You truly would learn how to harvest now.

2 days later Seungkwan let you borrow one of his books and sows after pleading for hours with the condition of returning the book once you were done.

…

Spinach, radish and carrots were aplenty in his greenhouse, and if Seungkwan was going to give you some of his harvest to survive then Jihoon and you would return the favor by helping him harvest more, and of course you would take this opportunity to learn more about harvest and make concoctions.

-Remind me to always travel with you from now on- Jihoon whispered amazed at how many pots you had already sowed.(5 which in your opinion was low).

“No, this is nothing.” You replied unsure

-Are you kidding me?- He blurted out -this is awesome! You do have a green thumb y/n- simple flattery.

-He’s right- now it was Seungkwan too -you are doing well, your boyfriend is only telling the truth- Boyfriend? Did Seungkwan think Jihoon and you were dating?

-What?- Seungkwan asked when he saw how the two of you froze in your tracks -I thought you two were a couple, aren't you?- he arched an eyebrow

Why couldn't you answer? It was simple, you were not a couple, just friends.

-Well then, you two are just very close friends, never mind- and with that Seungkwan focused on his other pots to your left.

-So, uh, - Jihoon cleared his throat “This is a good job” He told you even though his eyes were not meeting your eyes.

“Thanks Hoon” you also didn't meet his eyes.

As more days passed you could slowly see the growing of the plants which delighted you, and in turn delighted Jihoon too.

Seungkwan was perceptive about your bond being a really close one, if it was one way or another he was happy for the two of you.

Later on after you ate dinner Jihoon and you were out in the forest hunting, as winter got nearer every day you would need coats to endure the cold weather.

“Hunting down a bear will be enough” you were nervous about doing this, but you needed to do this and Jihoon was here so you had faith he knew what to do.

Jihoon was crouching on the ground where he set a trap with goose meat and fish.

-Alright, this will attract them.- He stood up and walked further from the trap with your gun in his hands.

An hour passed before Jihoon and you heard a growl in the distance which made you both tense in awareness, and then the bear slowly got close as he smelled the goose and fish (Jihoon identified the bear as a male) and grunted, however he soon felt something was off as he lifted a big paw and growled once again coming close to where Jihoon and you were standing, Jihoon was ready to shoot if it came to it signaling for you to move away so you would not get hurt, but then the bear lifted himself in his rear paws and his growl made Jihoon slip and dropping the gun which alerted the bear eliciting more grunts and growls as he put his paws back on the soil and ran towards him but you whistled calling his attention and waving to him as you ran further from him making snarl and growl at you giving Jihoon time to take the gun and stand up once again shooting the bear in the back before he had the chance to attack you, however the blood still got to splash on your clothes which left you shocked staring at Jihoon.

-Do not ever do that again- He scolded you as you only could breathe out your relief.

Back at Seungkwan's house you received another lecture to both of you. To Jihoon for not paying attention to where his feet were standing, and to you for having been so reckless in drawing a bear’s attention towards you.

“I'm sorry but back at the moment I didn't know what else to do” you rambled and Jihoon was the one to translate to Seungkwan as you were in front of Seungkwan's house with the body of the bear.

-Be more careful next time, I don't want the death of 2 people in my subconscious. - Seungkwan bemoaned as he saw you two skinning the bear making him gag in disgust.

-Do not worry, if it ever happens again when we are with you we will be more careful then - Jihoon blurted out.

-Thank you, now don't make me regret having you guys here- Seungkwan mumbled as he entered his house to sleep the thought of your hand skinning the bear away.

That night after you went to sleep the events that occured that evening did not leave you alone, images of the bear getting to and slashing at Jihoon did not sleep at all, prompting you to wake up after you dreamt with the bear. From your position on the floor you saw Jihoon sleeping, and you sighed at seeing he was okay, he was still alive. You knew Jihoon was skilled in shooting but the experience of this day of seeing him face such a beast had shakened you but it seemed he was okay.

However Jihoon was not okay, he stirred in his sleep and woke up when he could not forget the memories of you putting yourself in danger to save him, he had hunted plenty of times before but this time he got so worried about you getting hurt that he did not fully register where his feet stood nor checked if the material was secured enough, and as he woke up he noticed you were up as well and sighed waving at you and you let out a breath you were holding.

“I'm glad you are okay” Jihoon said

“Me too, I will never doubt your skill with a gun ever again” You replied

“Wait, did you ever doubt me?” He questioned your reply, astonished.

“No” you quickly reassured him “but today made me see you can handle anything. I just got worried, but I'm glad we got to hunt today” Jihoon chuckled and you did as well.

“We make a good team, you can not deny it”

“True” Jihoon acknowledged it “let's just plan out any scenarios from now on, don't you think?”

“Yeah” You breathed out, taking in his face, you leaned your body towards him and Jihoon cupped your face, and in a matter of seconds his soft lips were on yours, you were breathing into each other and your lips engaged in a chase for each other, Jihoon gave you repeated small pecks and you caressed his cheeks. When you pulled away you stared into his eyes and smiled at him which he returned.

The next day however, Jihoon and you were happily pretending the kiss never happened, and were acting as if it was any other day and in a silent agreement you would never talk about it again dismissing it as a result of the adrenaline of the day. It was not because of feelings.

As the days passed soon Jihoon and you had gathered everything you needed to keep going, which meant it was time to say goodbye to Seungkwan.

-Thank you for receiving us and having left us sow plants to compensate for what we took from you- Jihoon was translating for you to Seungkwan as you thanked him for everything he had done for you these days. -Oh, and also thank you for not kicking us out after you saw us skin a bear- Jihoon snickered as Seungkwan scoffed.

-I’m still traumatized, you two owe me therapy, you know- Seungkwan whined but even then he could not hide his smile -Also, of you two are going where I think you're going then take this- he took from his pocket a mockingbird pendant handing it over to you - you are gonna need it- you couldn't say you were surprised Seungkwan was part of the Rebellion and that you two were part of it as well, clenching your fist you put it into your backpack, its meaning bigger than you could ever know about.

-Wait but- Jihoon grimaced - do you not want to come with us? - He questioned

-I have a duty to protect my parents’ house and my District, I do not judge you but my fight is here- Seungkwan answered and his answer made sense, he needed to protect his home.

-Either way, thanks for everything Seungkwan, it was a pleasure- Jihoon sincerely thanked him.

-It was an honor to have you here, minus the bear of course - you would miss his sass.

…

Jihoon and you had advanced enough now to get close to the train station of District 9 which transported wheat to the center of District 6. The plan was simple: you would have to jump to the train while it was moving.

Its reigns were moving quickly as the smoke of its motors flowed through the air.

“I go first” you commanded. Running backwards and then forward to gain impulse to then jump, your backpack softening your fall in the empty wagon. “NOW YOU!” You expanded your palms in the air quickly for Jihoon to do it now who was running and at your command he leaned into the side running and jumping towards you, his legs thudded as he fell, breathing hard but then relaxed letting his body rest besides you.

As the train moves, Jihoon and you opt to stay in silence and enjoy the rest from all those stressful days, aware you need to let off part of the pressure you’ve been feeling.

Jihoon and you were laying next to each other, his head resting on your shoulder as he slept and you looked at the view and his face, smiling at how peaceful he looked right now.

…

As the days passed, Jihoon and you were finally in District 6.

Now you would have to remain low, not drawing any attention towards you, so Jihoon and you were using hoods to hide your faces.

Unlike District 9, you would have to remain away from the people as there were so many factories that were guarded by peacekeepers, thus, you needed to lay low to survive while you were here and bought water, seeds, batteries, knives and two tents to sleep in with the little money you had and then go to the forest to sleep there.

“I have an idea” Jihoon informed you that evening while you two ate dinner in front of the fire. “One of us can sleep while the other one watches if a peacekeeper is close.” It was a great idea, since that way you could take care of him and vice versa while the other one watched over your little camp.

When your second turn of watching over the camp happened it seemed mostly calm, until you heard the snapping of branches in the distance, as well as circumference cuts in your radio.

‘SNAP SNAP’

You quickly turned around trying to make the minimum sound possible looking at all sides of the forest, turning off the radio and hiding it under a bush, and taking your dagger and two knives with you, the gun would make a lot of noise, as you saw from if Jihoon's tent was open you quietly sighed after seeing it was closed, and you got further into the forest trying to see where the sound was coming from.

‘SQUEAK SQUEAK’

Now you heard and saw some squirrels running around, and they rarely did so during winter. There was definitely someone else in the forest. You crouched trying to look where they were with the binoculars you were carrying. To your far right side you saw three peacekeepers, you looked at Jihoon's tent again and you knew you had to distract them from getting to him.

Quietly you went to where the fire was lit and grabbed a log, hissing in pain when the heat burned you but still kept it in your hand, leaving cinders fall when you were more into the forest thus drawing the attention away from Jihoon, once you were away enough, you whistled and hummed the mockingbird song and drumming in a tree to then move next to another one and do the same again and again; it took less than ten minutes for you to hear the sound of a gun.

‘CLICK’

Holding your breath and using your binoculars you attacked him, launching your dagger at his throat, the sound of the slash spreading through the air, treading carefully you took your bloodied dagger from his throat and his gun as well draping it around your shoulder, going for the next two.

…

‘SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK’

Jihoon shifted his weight on his mattress

‘SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK'

‘HOO HOO’

Jihoon stirred over his covers until he sat after having his precious sleep disturbed and rubbing his eyes as he got out of his tent, growing alarmed as he saw you were not there. Sure, as it was your turn watching over the camp you would have to walk around but he saw that the radio was flipped over a bush and turned off. Worried, Jihoon took his axe and tried to follow for any hint you might have left behind.

Indeed you did after he saw footprints in a corner to his left, but getting close to them he saw the size and width of the footprints were not similar to yours at all and when he turned around he saw a peacekeeper pointing his gun at him. And then he shot but Jihoon moved quickly running and hiding behind a tree. Breathing and gaining courage Jihoon screamed to his right side

-AAAGH!!!-

But Jihoon actually moved to the left and threw his axe aiming at a forest hoping to scare the peacekeeper, which he did and when he turned around Jihoon took his axe back and pressed it into the head of the peacekeeper. Jihoon breathed hard as he removed his axe and from the peacekeeper’s head and groaned when a little bit of his blood fell over his shoes. Great, Jihoon would have to wash them now. But now you were on his mind, Jihoon needed to find you, and with that thought he turned to his left side to keep looking for you.

…

The heat of the log was still burdensome and you feared the fire would eventually burn your head but you tried to ignore it as you were looking for the other two peacekeepers, your binoculars helping you see in the darkness, as you lowered your head you saw a liquid body on the soil, crouching to touch it you felt the iron smell that was now on your index and medium fingers: blood.

Looking ahead for a body you found a dead peacekeeper with a nasty wound on the head but as you looked at the edges you saw that it must have been the result of an axe. Which meant Jihoon killed him.

…

Jihoon got tackled to the ground as a peacekeeper had found him on his way to a nearby river hoping to find you. Jihoon had caught the peacekeeper off guard kicking him on the shin and was able to elbow him and take his gun, but his foil had grabbed him from his knees and tackled him and in the struggle Jihoon let go of his axe; smart move, Jihoon would have to give him that, but at least Jihoon was able to throw the gun into the frozen river, cracking the ice and falling into the water which made the peacekeeper yell at Jihoon in rage.

-AAAHH!!- And he then overpowered Jihoon grabbing his neck and squeezing it with astounding strength making Jihoon choke, feeling his vision go blurry but then a slash cut through the air landing in the side of the torso of the peacekeeper making him scream in pain. Jihoon then saw how the peacekeeper launch himself at you, making you let go of a gun and a lit log, but you responded by taking the log with your bare hands and pressing it into the peacekeeper's chest, rolling him over to the ground, though even then the peacekeeper was able to kick you in the stomach but you were also able to stab him with a knives in his shoulder blade.

As you were fighting Jihoon got up and with the strength he could master went for his axe and plunged it into the peacekeeper's back and then lifted him him up dropping him off into the ground and plunged the axe again into his head, his blood splashing into both Jihoon’s face and your face.

Letting go of his axe, Jihoon helped you get up and you covered his frame with his arms, embracing and smelling his hair and you tried to both explain and apologize for the situation.

“There were three of them, I'm so sorry Hoon, I should have been more aware” you sobbed but Jihoon shook his head. “No, no, don't apologize, we are fine now okay, we both are fine.” And with that you two hugged again.

The next day after you woke up you were cleaning your wounds in the river, though the contrast of the cold water with the burnt skin of your hands made you hiss in pain. You needed to do it but it was agonizing, it was then that Jihoon got into the river, taking your hands into his and letting the water do it's work as he let your head fall into his shoulder as you breathed in and out; once the pain subsided you let him bandage you and your stomach fluttered when he kissed your hands.

You looked into his eyes and melted at his eyes watching you with adoration and love, his left hand went to your cheek and then he stood on his toes to kiss you, expressing his love and longing for you with each peck, bite and caress of your lips; after Jihoon pulled his head to breathe you kissed his cheek which made him chuckle.

“I love you Jihoon, I always have” You confessed

“Me too y/n, I can't believe I let this go on unsaid for so long, I don't want to imagine a world in which you are not there, I'm afraid to lose you one day.” He signed in flowy movements.

“You won't” you promised, hugging him and letting his head fall onto your chest.

3 Weeks later you finally made it to District 13, your relationship with Jihoon having evolved, no longer concealed by dreams or avoidance you just let it be.

-S, S, M, Y/n and I are here.- Jihoon muttered to the radio as well as sending the Morse code of arrival.

-Got it J, we will go for you- Seokmin's voice flowed through the air, you missed hearing his voice.

1 hour and a half later an elevator from the earth lifted itself, revealing to be carrying Seokmin and 2 soldiers.

-Hi guys, sorry I got late, but needed to bring security and the procedure to come for you.- His smile was bright and it was nice since it was like seeing the sun in the winter and Jihoon seemed to share the feeling.

-It’s okay Seokmin, after all, we need to catch up, don't we?- Jihoon muttered and Seokmin’s eyes traveled to your joined hands with Jihoon, the surprise and glee in his eyes pouring out through his expressions.

-I agree Jihoon, I agree.- Seokmin beamed

However after Coin proved to be just as corrupt as President Snow , the Rebellion was torn if it was right to keep living in District 13 but Katniss Everdeen made a speech about the importance of the spirit of resistance and to live the life our lost loved would have wished for us.

And thus, Jihoon and you chose to stay in District 13 and live together in a better house. Soon Jihoon got to work as a civil engineer and bioengineer, flattering you when he said he got inspired by you with your knowledge, whereas you had become a healer and owner of your own apothecary, assisted by Jihoon and Sunyoung.

Sunyoung had teased you endlessly when she learned about Jihoon and you, having mentioned how she always knew it would eventually happen and that she expected to be your maid of honor in the wedding flustering you.

Jihoon and you were finally able to accept you could survive together if you were in a relationship and finally be able to simply live and give yourselves a better life because of it, and even considering the option to adopt a child in the future.

“We are happy, aren’t we?” Jihoon asked you one day when you were out in the forest, after it got treatment for sowings, enjoying the feeling of the sun now it was spring.

“We are Jihoon, more than we could ever be before” you told him smiling and as he returned your smile you kissed him, enjoying the feeling of being with him and finally being able to love yourselves freely without fear.

[rositaslabyrinth]

Between Heaven and Hell - Ruby

Ruby x angel!reader

Warnings : making out, super slight intimacy, mostly safe :)

A rebellious angel and Ruby share a dangerous, secret love affair, knowing that discovery could mean destruction for them both.

Word count : 1,059

The night air was thick with the scent of rain and something darker—something that clung to your grace like a warning. You should have left hours ago, should have been anywhere but here, but the pull was magnetic, impossible to resist.

Ruby was waiting for you.

You found her in the shadows of an abandoned motel on the outskirts of town, leaning against the Impala with that infuriating smirk playing on her lips. “You’re late, feathers.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you murmured, scanning the empty parking lot. If Dean or Sam saw her—if Heaven knew where you were, who you were with—this would all come crashing down.

She tilted her head, stepping closer, invading your space in a way that made your borrowed vessel’s heart stutter. “And yet, here I am. Just like you.”

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “This is reckless.”

She smirked. “That’s what makes it fun.”

It had started as something else entirely. You weren’t supposed to be this—not a traitor, not a fallen thing with blood on your hands and a demon tangled in your grace. But Ruby had a way of twisting things, making them feel less like sins and more like choices.

The first time it happened, it was a mistake. A fight turned into something desperate, something that left you gasping in a cheap motel room, your hands clutching at her like she was salvation instead of damnation.

Now, you couldn’t stop.

Inside the motel room, Ruby pushed you against the door the second it shut. Her lips ghosted over your jaw, her voice a whisper against your skin. “You’re tense.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Angels tend to be when they’re committing high treason.”

She chuckled, her fingers trailing down your arm. “You’ve been doing that since the first time you let me kiss you.”

You caught her wrist, finally meeting her eyes. “They’re going to find out.”

She shrugged. “Then we deal with it.”

“It’s not that simple, Ruby.”

Her expression darkened. “Because of Sam?”

You hesitated. You cared about Sam, about Dean—even when they didn’t trust you. But this wasn’t about them. It was about Heaven. About Hell. About what you and Ruby were and what you could never be.

She sighed, stepping back. “You’re scared.”

You swallowed hard. “Aren’t you?”

She looked at you for a long moment before shaking her head.

She looked at you for a long moment before shaking her head. “No. Because for once in my existence, I have something that’s mine.”

Your chest tightened at her words, feeling the weight of everything hanging between you—your grace, your loyalty to Heaven, the risks of your secret relationship. But despite it all, Ruby was here, with you, and the gravity of that was enough to make you forget, just for a moment, everything else.

When she pulled you closer, her lips brushing against yours with that desperate, almost reckless need, you didn’t fight it. You couldn’t. Ruby’s mouth was soft but demanding, her hands sliding over your back, tugging at you with the kind of intensity that made your body ache.

The second kiss was slower, deeper. Her tongue traced the outline of your lips, coaxing them open, and when it slid past, you melted into her. The heat between you both was undeniable. She tasted of salt and something darker, the edge of something dangerous that made your breath hitch.

Her hands roamed, feeling the smooth curve of your shoulders before slipping under your shirt. You gasped when her touch traced over your skin, skin that wasn’t truly yours, but hers, in this moment.

You could feel the rhythm of her heart, her breath matching yours. She pulled away just slightly, her fingers grazing over the line of your jaw, her voice a soft whisper. “You’re mine, you know that?”

You nodded, unable to find the words, your own fingers tugging at her clothing, pulling her closer. “I’m yours.”

Ruby’s smirk returned, but it was softer now, more intimate. She took her time unbuttoning your shirt, every movement slow and deliberate as she revealed your skin, her gaze never leaving you. The way she looked at you, like she was memorizing every inch, sent a shiver down your spine.

Her hands slid to your waist, her thumbs brushing the curve of your hips before she pulled you closer. There was no urgency, only the steady beat of your hearts in sync as she leaned into you again. Her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your throat, and you couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” she murmured against your skin, her voice thick with desire.

You shook your head, both lost in the feeling, in the intensity of what this was—what it was becoming. You pulled her back to you, this time guiding her to the bed. Her lips never left yours, even as you both collapsed onto the mattress. She moved with ease, pushing you back gently, straddling you as she gazed down at you. The intimacy was palpable, more than skin deep.

Her hands trailed down your sides, caressing and teasing, making you shiver under her touch. She leaned down, pressing a heated kiss to your chest, her lips brushing over your pulse point as she murmured against you, “I never want to lose you.”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words. But you didn’t need to. Instead, you pulled her back to you, your hands threading through her hair as you kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t just about the passion or the need—it was about something deeper, something fragile that you both shared in the secrecy of the moment.

Ruby’s hands slid down your back, pulling you closer, her body pressing against yours in perfect sync. Every kiss, every touch was an unspoken promise, a declaration that no matter what Heaven or Hell threw at you, this—she—was yours.

As the night stretched on, the world outside faded into nothingness. You and Ruby existed in this quiet, stolen moment. And when she finally pulled away, breathless and soft, you knew there was no going back.

Her fingers brushed against your cheek, her voice low and filled with emotion. “You’re mine, forever.”

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you believed it.

[literalcyborg]

D20 character duos that I DESPERATELY wish to see quangled together:

Theobald Gumbar and Fig Faeth - Yet another rebellious teen with a red/black color scheme for Theo to have to supervise

Lapin Cadbury and Prince Gerard - Arguably two of the most pretentious characters in all of D20, their arguments would be LEGENDARY, could you IMAGINE????

Barry Syx and Pinocchio - Please give me another unhinged child for poor Barry to attempt to babysit

Fabian Seacaster and Princess Ruby Rocks - They could dance together!!! Acrobat buddies!!!!!!!

As for npcs, I want Gilear to interact with every character ever, but specifically I think it’d be really funny to see him try and comprehend any of the ACOC and/or Starstruck Odyssey folks

I know it’s not gonna happen, but I’d kill to see any of the ACOFAF characters in there too, especially Chirp and Squak

[crimeronan]

I know Sol's childhood and developmental years were like. CSA trafficking war front hellscape. And Devin's was background, unwell orphan to violently depressed god-child torture. And I even know that Ruby grew up in Oichan... but how did she get from that to "social worker who forges identities and rescues forcible sex workers at the cost of her own well-being"?

:O you are so nice for letting me infodump more.

so!

ruby and sol are about the same age and fled the same famine at about the same time. ruby was with her parents, sol was alone. tachni was one of a handful of places that seemed "welcoming" to oichen refugees, and it's also the center of global commerce, so. living there is a good opportunity!

actually getting INTO tachni is a Fucking Nightmare. both ruby and sol legally immigrated through contingency citizenships. a contingency citizenship essentially just means you sell yourself to the light temples & can't be contracted anywhere else (unless someone friendly with said light temples pays an EXORBITANT amount of money). and you can't ever leave. and you can't ever quit.

the consequences for leaving or quitting are. horrifying.

so like. call it indentured servitude or call it slavery. either way it's Not Great.

sol got in because she caught cozia's predatory eye. ruby got in because she was fluent in the language already and tested well enough to be a Gifted Student. so she was brought in as a general student -> nursing student -> proper nurse.

the problem is that the state of healthcare rights in tachni is Also Fucking Horrifying. in addition to invalid proceedings, you have straight-up slave marriages with spouses whose wives or husbands fully control their medical care; you have a world without HIPAA; you have a world where nonconformity and rebellious behavior are pathologized; you have a world where permanent asylum incarceration for developmental disabilities n chronic mental illness is the norm.

you have a world where doctors are cops to a MUCH greater extent than they are in the US. including working With The Actual Cops on subduing n "treating" patients.

ruby couldn't do it.

and ruby was obligated to do it for the Rest Of Her Life.

so. she looked for ways out Other than killing herself. and when she couldn't find any legal way to escape her circumstances, she started quietly learning to rebel from Inside those circumstances instead.

in very young adulthood, sol's husband robert purchased sol's contract because of his many political n social ties to the light temples. he later "borrowed" ruby the exact same way, because sol was physically sick and clearly mentally ill. and he wanted a live-in nurse for his wife who could be a friend from her culture, who spoke her language and cheered her up, and who would also report back to him. cop style.

ruby's refusal to betray sol's confidence was one of the most dangerous things she ever did.

[valentine-cafe]

  ˖⁺. ﹙ the adrenaline addicted racer poet. ﹚: pasquale agresta moretti 781.𖹭

  . . . he's a sinner can you make him believe !? 🍒 : “ bastard? can just say you want my number, tesoro. ”

  ꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ engima

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ italian

꒰ age ꒱ 26

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ enfp

꒰ alias ꒱ pasqualili ( family nickname ), ruby eyes, trigger happy, fire-eater, whore ( by his brother ), dick, bastard, moretti’s son, rapid ruby ( racer alias )

꒰ story ꒱

what contrasts the stillness of a poet? a wide open road speeding with cars backlit by red and blue lights. meet pasquale agresta moretti, intelligence agent by day and living on the line by night.

a poet, an illegal racer, a bite for danger. ever the blunt man with no lock for his tongue. brimming with charisma and charm that he is well aware of.

don’t let the lazy grins fool you, he is constantly in search for his next thrill. trigger happy’s his middle name; a fight's always welcome on his to-do-list.

quite the reckless nature for a man who keeps the city safe. his job might very well be the only thing he takes seriously. other than his powers. with a scarily exceptional control over his destructive capabilities, many underestimate him for a mere low level enigma. completely unaware of the sheer power he holds at his fingertips. he prefers fists anyway.

through it all, the essence of an older brother shines. a constant worry for siblings he raised and struggle to keep his family together. keep them healthy. the stress of the eldest child and numbness of dysfunctional parents can surely only be nulled by the thrill of his endless close calls and risk of his very life. after all, what's better than the remedy of blood rushing through his veins and pupils blown out in an adrenaline high?

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

pasquale has black wavy short leaning medium hair, that is swept to the right side of his head.

ruby eyes with bordered pupils.

circular glasses, with red tinted lenses and a silver frame

masculine features with sharper tones

tan skin

stands at the height of 6’6” ( 198 cm ) with an athletic build comprised of lean muscle.

has a set of fangs at his upper row of teeth.

dresses in blacks and burgundies, and incooperates punk fashion into most of his outfits. also wears a lot of turtlenecks and black leather loafers.

lobe piercings, typically silver or black dangling crosses ( not religious in the slightest ), has upper helix piercings.

has silver snake bite piercings and a venom tongue piercing.

has a nose piercing on the right nostril ( switches between stud and ring )

wears silver bracelets and silver rings and thin silver necklaces

 

꒰ personality ꒱

he seems quiet at first sight, but in actuality, pasquale is not one to hold his tongue and can be very extroverted in nature.

can be an extremely smug bastard when he wants to be, he is very confident in his skills and capabilities. very effortless in nature

an extremely blunt man whos honesty knows no bounds, he has been referred to as brutally honest many times

he is a thrill-seeker by nature, to him something being dangerous is what makes it fun. this leads to him being very daring

has a lot of charm and charisma, and he knows it. it pairs well with his flirtatiousness.

he can be a very teasing person sometimes depending on the situation he can even enjoy getting people angry, just for the sake of thrill and fun.

rebellious, finds himself having distaste towards authority, particularily if one is too pushy with it.

contrary to popular belief he is very perceptive

very protective, especially of those close to him.

trigger happy to a fault, always looking for some kind of fight.

also contrary to popular belief, he is extremely emotionally intelligent.

꒰ with a lover ꒱

he is a very caring and nurturing lover, always making sure that you are okay and taking your comfort into consideration, he might fuss over you sometimes.

passionate in both his words and his touch

quite protective, he worries about your wellbeing and safety but makes sure not to nag you. he’s just always checking up. always tells you to text him when you’re back home just to make sure.

he is a little shit, and he will tease you a lot, whether it is to make you flustered or to simply get a reaction out of you.

might not seem like it, but he is constantly on a lookout for their mannerisms, he is very observant when it comes to you.

he particularily enjoys late night drives with you, especially on long open roads.

will write poetry about you, but rarely shows you and if he does, he gets very flustered over it, though tries to cover some of it up by teasing you instead.

enjoys sitting and listening to music with them on quiet nights.

can be very touchy and almost clingy, needs to have his hands on you in some way, even if its just a pinkie.

always texts good morning and goodnight to you.

likes buying you food, especially when he finds something you like.

loves whenever you come to watch one of his races and always makes sure to kiss you after he’s won a race, regardless of how many people are around.

prefers your place over his. will crawl through your window at a random ass time.

whenever he’s looking at you, he cannot hide his heart eyes.

 

꒰ strengths꒱

kinetic energy manipulation: pasquale has the ability to turn kinetic energy into physical bursts of power and explosions, because of his exceptional control of his power he is also able to reverse the flow of objects in motion. however, pasquale rarely uses his powers and prefers his own physical strength and capabilities.

aim: he specialises in throwing knives and has excellent aim.

racing: when pasquale is in a car he is in his full element, he is an exceptional driver and even better racer.

combat: he has taught himself various forms of combat, whether that ranges from martial arts to street fighting tactics and prefers to use these over his powers.

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

Adrenaline addiction: it would seem that pasquale has an odd addiction to adrenaline, it is not something he can exactly stop.

daredevil tendencies: due to his lack of self reservation he can become quite reckless

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

vespasiano agresta caliari: father

illaria moretti accardi: mother

vinicio agresta moretti: younger twin brother

flora agresta moretti: younger sister

alessia agresta calirari: grandma

rainel: grandfather

valerio agresta caliari: uncle

albertino agresta caliari: uncle

pietro agresta caliari: uncle

mercutio agresta caliari: uncle

alessio arias: cousin

lorenzo agresta arias: cousin

azzurra agresta d'ambrosio: cousin

elenore agresta angelis: cousin

satyan chamara: complicated

moira anatra damiani: complicated

daria lascăr: good friend

 

꒰ extra ꒱

pasquale is an illegal racer

he speaks italian and english

he works for a specialised group that handle supernatural and natural emergencies whether that be combative or interlectual.

his poetry often reflects a lot of his situations in life, messy and full of street lights

once more, pasquale is quite literally addicted to adrenaline.

has a complicated relationship with his father

really likes dogs

smokes cigarettes

[joekitsu]

Thinking about vamp superbat got me kicking my feet and shi frfr let's do drabble time

"Oh, sweetheart."

The rustle of heavy curtains was the only indication of Clark's arrival, Blue-red clad figure forming in the bedroom like an omen. His bright blue gaze caught on the form quivering on the bed, all wrapped up in blankets and self imposed agony. Only a tuft of black hair was visible from under the blanket heap, weary little sighs and gasps of pain audible only to the ears of a god.

"Alfred told me you haven't drunk anything this week."

Clark's feet didn't touch the floor as he moved to the side of the bed, strong arms reaching over to pull the cold body from under his hiding spot. With minimum struggle, Bruce emerged from the heap, gemstone eyes glazed over in a cloud of hunger and face twisted in a pained grimace. Clark could only huff in bemusement at his stubborn lover, so against his own happiness, so rebellious in seeking comfort.

Seating himself on the bed, Clark pulled Bruce’s body into his lap, holding his cold, cold wrists in his own bigger hands. The pulse under that pale skin did not jump, his body temperature did not change, nothing seemed to show how the proximity affected him.

Except for the flush high on his cheeks, ruby red against the moon-pale skin of his face, cold blood flowing like smears of lipstick across his lover's visage. The Red went deeper, unfading, down his chin, down his neck and into his unbeating chest. His lover did not sweat, he did not breathe heavily, he did not cry out. He only coloured himself in hues of red for him. Let his vision cloud in mercury silver for him.

"You should've asked me earlier. Why didn't you ask me? You know I would've-"

"I know." A quiet, barely audible voice drifted in the air. "I know you would've let me. I can't ask that of you."

A moment of hesitance followed by impulse; Clark pushed Bruce into the crook of his neck, right against where the carotids would be, a river of warm lifeblood ripe for the taking. Bruce gasped, sub-audible for anyone who wasn't Clark, mouth falling open as his fangs outgrew their holdings. Saliva dripped from petal-soft lips, harsh panting breaths hitting impenetrable skin, teasing something that would never happen. A deep flash of disappointment curled in Clark's guts at that thought; what he wouldn't give to have Bruce sink his fangs into his neck, his wrist, his body.

"Clark- Clark please-"

"I know Bruce, I know."

It was a torturous tease for them both, for those fangs could not dig into where they wanted to, couldn't bring forth a gushing fountain of sun-blessed sustenance from his most vulnerable spot. The smell of ozone, petrichor and bergamot settled like molasses over Bruce's tongue, thick and heady over the copper iron of fresh flowing blood. A hint of a pink tongue traced over the artery, dragged over the sun warmed skin, hoping, praying for the faintest taste after a week of starvation.

Clark broke first; he always would, Bruce was simply too in-control of himself to succumb to his desires. The Son of Krypton had never had enough patience for teasing. Wide palms spread over Bruce's flanks, his thighs, his back, caressing and pulling the man away from his neck. He ignored the tiny whine with all his might, holding the vampire at half an arm's length. He took a moment to admire the sight in front of him; gleaming silver irises barely visible around dilated pupils, lipstick smear blush over aristocratic cheeks, inky strands of hair falling over his face like tendrils of the darkness he so loved, flashing fangs in an open petal mouth panting and calling for mercy, calling some iteration of his name.

His moon kissed deity, this nighttime prince in front of him shivered with every passing moment they shared space, shared air, breaths leaving one to enter the other. For a moment, Clark felt like the ravenous blood-craving beast of the two of them, aching to be one with Bruce, aching to fit himself into the cavities of his heart, aching to just be.

This must be what Adam saw in Eve. This must be what God saw in man, his own imperfect image.

A sharp sting, self infliction of teeth and warm Crimson beaded on his cracked lips. He watched Bruce’s eyes grow impossibly wider, lips quivering with the urge to surge forth and partake. He could feel the tremors where he held him, the clench of supple thighs on his own, the tremble of his muscles as he held himself perfectly still, even now waiting for permission. As if Clark wasn't already his, as if he didn't already hold his entire being in those willowy palms of his. As if he wasn't a dog brought to heel with a single damn word.

"Kal El."

Temptation made flesh; the beasts long for their feast.

"Drink, beloved."

Lips crashed together, a debauched show of adoration. There was no finesse, no technique. Only ravenous, ravenous hunger. They found rapture in each other's mouths and they swallowed down the essence greedily. Carnal desire spilled from their skin, furthering the flames of affection and devotion.

Tomorrow, they would each go their own ways. The Man of Steel to his gleaming skyscrapers and the edge of the world; the Dark Knight to the embrace of the night and Gotham's violent waters. Bruce would yet again deny himself satisfaction. Clark would once again push till he gave in. Tomorrow, they would wake in each other's embrace dreaming of sweet rapture.

Tonight, tonight they were one.

@murmeloni I hope this is to your liking 🤭

@cheriecelestial come get your food

[aces--of--hearts]

Twisted Wonderland x Steven Universe au

Ship: Ace x Deuce, implied Carter x Trey

Part 1 Heartslabyul.

Heartslabyul

Riddle- Red Diamond. Is more known for being the 'Heart Diamond'. Was known as a tyrant till era three till Black Diamond(Yuu) started to help them correct their wrongs.

Trey- Pearl. Was the first gem that Riddle's first colony had produced (yes I know that pearl's come from the shell I don't care for this au). Has always been very loyal to Riddle. As of era three he has been trying to learn more about himself, and as of recently been getting close to a certain Spinel.

Carter- Spinel. It was a gift to Riddle from Green Diamond(Malleus) because of this fact Riddle made him part of his court. Acting as the 'jester' always wearing a smile and playing jokes (even when he wanted nothing more than to be shattered). As of era three he has been trying to find his own happiness in his own way, Trey being there to help him after millennium of wanting to help.

Ace- Sapphire. Was created at the end of era two. Pretend to be a sort of padparadscha for most of his time because he didn't want to have an important role. When it was revealed that he was lying and summoned to Riddle he for sure thought he was going to be shattered. What he didn't think was going to happen was to be made part of the diamond court. This was not what he wanted, so in one last attempt to be free he convinced one of his Rudy guards that he fell in love with to fuse with him and run away.

Deuce- Rudy. Was assisted to protect Ace with 2 other rubies. One day Ace came to him and pleaded with him to leave the earth together. To be free together. They ran away together, and in one moment they thought they had gotten away they were concerned. Protecting Ace they ended up fussing together, defending the gems they met with the rebellious gems of earth who offered them a spot on the team. Together they still are fused and fighting for earth and the home they created.

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Team RWBY is so easily understood once you slap them into the categories of

Ruby: Youngest child who’s mom died mysteriously

Weiss: Rich middle child

Blake: Only child of minority parents

Yang: Oldest daughter of a single parent household

Nothing will quite explain to you why Ruby is so kind, Weiss is so rebellious, Blake is so damn annoyed, and Yang has anger issues in the first three volumes more than this simple categorization will