#writing siblings is so much fun

[clownery-and-fuckery]

hey

Omega copied Hunter, clamping her hands over her ears as they approached the house.

It seemed to shake with whatever was blasting through the speakers inside. "What's happening?" She called.

Wrecker shrugged. Crosshair scowled, shoulders hunched to his ears as he haphazardly shoved his key into the door.

"Tech! " Hunter bellowed into the hallway once the door had been opened, hands still clasped over his ears. "Shut that off!"

The music was much clearer now. It slammed into them as they walked into the house. Wrecker's head bobbed along to the tune.

"Tech!" Hunter yelled again, but froze at the kitchen door.

Crosshair looked over his shoulder and laughed. "Would you look at that?" He said, sliding past Hunter to get to the fridge with their groceries.

Echo sat sheepishly on the counter. Fives was sitting at the table across from him, speaker placed directly between them.

"You guys are back early." Was all Echo managed to say. Fives smoothed a hand through his hair, laughing at his twin.

Omega gasped. "Fives!!" She yelled over the speaker. He waved, opening his arms for a hug. She readily jumped into his hold, feeling herself swinging around as Echo stood.

"Why're you blasting music over the speakers?" Hunter asked, risking letting go of his ears to turn the volume down. "Jesus, you're gonna blow out your eardrums."

"Ah, s'not our fault." Fives shrugged. "It's Tech's music, he just connected to the speaker."

Hunter sighed heavily as he switched the speaker off. It finally went quiet, and Omega let out a breath in relief as she uncovered her ears.

"Better?" Fives asked, putting her down.

"Much." She nodded happily.

Echo shot Hunter an apologetic look. He shrugged him off, instead turning towards the hall. "Is he upstairs?" He asked Echo.

Fives spoke up when Echo shrugged. "He's out with the van," He told Hunter. "Caught him this morning when I came in, said he'd be out there all day."

Hunter rolled his eyes, a hint of fondness in his sigh this time. "I'll get him!" Wrecker clapped his hands together, turning and dashing off down the hall.

They waited in silence for a moment, until they heard a door opening. Hunter heard a quiet, "Wrecker? What are—" before a clatter of metal rang out, and Tech's scream followed.

Omega smothered her laughter beside Fives as Wrecker walked in, Tech draped over his shoulder. "Got 'im!" Wrecker said happily.

"Put me down!" Tech yelled, pushing and wiggling to free himself. Wrecker obliged, setting the youngest brother down with a firm hold on him.

Echo laughed as Tech fixed his rumpled, and frankly, disgusting shirt before he turned to them. He was covered in oil, his arms hands covered in grease.

"How do manage to get it on the back of your neck?" Wrecker asked, poking gently at his brother. "It's crazy."

Tech shrugged him off. "It is called being thorough." He told them, wiping his already filthy glasses with the hem of his shirt.

Hunter winced. "Your glasses are gonna stain–" He said, reaching for a tissue.

Crosshair had other concerns. "Is that my shirt?"

Tech tugged at it, shrugging. "I don't know," He said dismissively. "Why?"

"You got motor oil on my shirt." Crosshair hissed. "Are you kidding me?"

Hunter was about to defuse them when he took a second glance at Tech. "Those are mine!" He pointed at the sweats Tech wore.

Again, the youngest brother shrugged. "We're all the same size," He waved them off. "I do not see the issue."

"I can see your ankles!" Hunter pointed angrily.

Wrecker saw and gaped. He was wearing Wrecker's socks. "Don't you know how to wear your own clothes?!" He asked, crossing his arms.

Tech looked between all of them. "Considering none of you actually wash your own clothes," He held up a finger accusingly. "And leave that task to me, I think it's only fair I get to wear whatever I want."

They dissolved into arguments. Echo, Fives and Omega watched from the other side of the room.

"Do they always do this?" Omega asked. Echo sighed heavily, and nodded. Fives snorted.

Save me modern au.... save me........

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[bamsara]

for as much as I write Heket and love drafting and exploring her character, I do not draw her enough and I must solve this

[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC the Olympics AU.

Jazz is competing for sharpshooting

Dick is competing for team gymnastics

Y’all can work it out from there :)

[gingermintpepper]

“Your hair’s gotten longer.” 

It’s conscious effort that keeps him from tucking the strands behind his ear, from taking the knife at his hip and shearing it all off. He keeps his stance focused, attentive, there’s little else he can do when he’s taken so completely after his mother when it comes to his hair. His father scratches his chin, the clouds of his beard snaking about his finger like mist parting for mountain-peaks. Ares’ chin is still child-smooth. He can feel the tickle of his over-long fringe against his soft jaw. There’s no heart in his chest, but still he feels as though a pulse is lodged in his throat. 

Father sighs, put-upon, disappointed, and Ares feels a slight tremor start in his calves from holding himself so tense. “Well done, Ares. Go clean yourself up and get some rest. Phoebus will want to look you over later.” 

He should be ecstatic to be praised by his father. Over-the-moon with joy. There should be pride emanating from every pore of his body, the blood on his skin should be sweeter than ambrosia. 

Instead, he bows, manages a soft ‘thank you, Father’ around the lump in his throat and immediately flees the room. A mild ‘make sure to trim your hair’ hits the back of his head like a spear through the skull. He almost wishes the great door had slammed on his foot so he would have reason to feel this horrid in his retreat.  

Phoebus Apollo is waiting for him in his infirmary. 

He’s gilded as ever, gold from crown to heel. Perfect like the statues they carve of him in his temples. He has a smile for Ares when he sees him, a crinkle at the edges of his pretty eyes from the weight of his joy. Ares is waiting to see the crack in the marble, to see if that’s the chip that’ll reveal his fangs.

“Brother,” he greets, and his voice is warm - like the arms that embrace him, his voice is so warm, “Welcome back. I’ve heard you’ve done well.”  

There’s a tremble in Ares’ fingers he hadn’t noticed before. Strain from carrying his sword for so many days, a throb from wounds he hadn’t noticed he’d accrued. “Heard? There’s already gossip?” 

Phoebus blinks, disarming, demure, coquettish, “But of course,” and Phoebus’ voice is honey to Ares’ gravel, the juxtaposition is grating on his skin, “It’s Olympus. The gossip began long before you set your course.” Those warm hands lead him further into the room, bodily sits him on the chaise, pulls his helmet from his head. It’s all one, unbroken motion, “It’s summer alas, so I could not watch your war myself, but I hear it was quite the decisive victory.” 

A thousand thoughts run on horseback through his mind then. 

Did Father overhear some terrible slander that pre-emptively disappointed him? Was Ares’ victory merely a rumour, a bet his father hadn’t bothered to take? Was the gossip more enticing than the stark truth? That Ares wasn’t some child toddling about in the shadow of his sister, that his sword and spear weren’t merely for show - he’d think such a thing would warrant celebration. Not -

“Oh my,” Phoebus is in front of him, pleasant warmth more sticky heat with how close he’s pressed himself into Ares’ space. From this angle, Ares can see the multi-coloured flecks of his eyes, like shards of golden glass suspended in ichor. From this angle, with his hand so gently holding his hair, were Ares to blink too hard, he’d swear Phoebus looked just like his mother. “Your hair’s grown long again.” 

He pushes Phoebus off with such force that he bangs into the wall. It’s Phoebus, it won’t make even the impression of a scratch on him, but Ares wishes it would. Wishes he’d hit his shoulder or crack his neck or hit his head just hard enough for all that perfect, gilded gold to bleed. 

“I’m only here for you to heal me,” the tremble in his hand extends to his shoulder now. He flexes and unflexes his palm. Gods what he would give to just have a sword - “Don’t waste time with the pleasant-work.” 

Phoebus huffs, adjusts the fit of his himation, “...Only because we’re meant to be celebrating your victory.” He crosses the room in two great strides, his hair a swirling tempest behind him as he gathers his poultices and wraps. “The only reason I’ll not throw you from the window is because we are meant to be celebrating your victory.”  

There’s not enough acid in his tone for this to truly be a fight. Ares’ jaw clenches, he bites out a terse, “How benevolent.” 

“Aren’t I?” He’s got nectar and his sutures in hand, that focused look falling upon his face when he switches from overbearing busybody to Paeon of the Gods. “Now strip unfaltering Ares, let us see the measure of damage done to your indomitable flesh.” 

(Somewhere between the fifth set of stitches and the gentle frown that crosses Phoebus’ face when he notices the persistent tremble in his fingers, Ares pins his eyes to the far wall and asks, “What does it mean when Father says ‘well done’?” 

Any other sibling would mock before they gave a true response. Any other sibling would laugh and dismiss it, would say that praise is praise and any lingering ill feeling is just the worst of the war still fogging his mind. Phoebus does not answer immediately. He doesn’t make a single sound. The question settles like fetid water between them, unignorable, the scent right there on the tip of the tongue yet firmly unacknowledged. Ares closes his eyes and tries again to settle his squirming so he does not interfere with Phoebus’ work.  The metallic snip of scissors cutting thread breaks the silence. Phoebus bids him to sit up and slides his warm palms up his back until his fingers tangle gently in the ends of his hair. He twists the dark red strands until he’s gathered it all into a neat handful, holding it loosely as he switches his scissors for his shearing blade. “You should know it was not praise,” Phoebus says softly. The first of Ares cut hairs fall like viscera from his head. Phoebus treats each cutting with the sacredness of a blood-sacrifice. If he focused on the moment of tension right before the blade cuts though, Ares thinks he can imagine the agony of his sister’s sacred birth. “It is acknowledgement. Father thinks you’ve done well so he says ‘well done’.”

Gently, Phoebus releases him. Ruffles his head so all the extra hairs fall like red rain to the floor. Ares runs his fingers through the ends now curling against his ear. “Has he ever told you ‘well done’?” 

A laugh, warm and gilded, “No, and it would not make you feel better if he had.” 

Ares swallows down a thousand different questions. Phoebus wouldn’t answer them, he’s infuriating like that. Instead, he clenches his teeth, the phantom of Father’s dizzying tangle of grey cloud-hairs persistent in the corner of his eyes. “Cut it shorter.”

Phoebus doesn’t protest. He never seems to say a word when it really matters.)

[anatheapple]

Okay, so this is an idea I’ve had floating around in my head for awhile now as a DPxDC crossover! However, I acknowledge that my DC knowledge is still a bit lacking, but hear me out though!

So, Jason was raised by Willis & Cathy/Catherine Todd, who he believed to be his birth parents, right? Unfortunately, for him, that’s only half right as his birth mother wasn’t Cathy, but a Dr. Sheila Haywood (who betrays him to Joker & gets him killed). However, while Cathy did raise Jason as her son, imagine if she actually did have a biological child with Willis, but sent him away?? And this child maybe got adopted by a pair of crazy Ghost Scientists with a child of their own already?

I imagine, in this scenario, Jason might’ve found both his and Danny’s birth certificates at the same time, instead of just his own! Gives him some more conflict during this time when Bruce has benched him as Robin & he now finds out he has a half brother somewhere out there and his bio mom is (possibly) still alive! So many fun plots to explore! Maybe he chooses to not find Danny, as he believes this life is too dangerous and doesn’t want to drag him in? Or, maybe, that’s the first person he wants to find! The last biological piece of Catherine, the mother who loved and raised him as her own! (Also, imagine the feelings Danny would feel about his birth mother giving him away but raising Jason instead??)

But even more tragically… imagine Jason and Danny both kick the bucket within a year of each other… like, Danny would have to be younger than Jason, but depending on how you have the timelines line up, they could both have their deaths happen pretty soon after each other!

The angst Jason would feel after finding out his brother died and came back like he did?? (Well, kinda, depends if you view Ectoplasm and Lazarus Water as the same/similar.) That he also is forever changed and put through hell because of their “accidents”?? Maybe he could’ve saved Danny if he tried harder to look for him. Maybe he could’ve saved them both! Imagine his conflict when being reunited!

Anyways, that’s the main details I’ve come up with for this idea, so I hope it makes sense! Don’t know if someone has already written something like this (if so, please share with me 🙏). But I don’t think I’ll actually write anything with this but I needed it out there and out of my head! (Also, I’m not on here often so idk how this app works, hope the right people find this & enjoy it. If you know me irl, no you don’t.)

[h-didanart]

And as promised, here they are! Movement notes for the Sunrise Arc Theatre AU! First off, because they’re like my favorite character or something, the Blood Twins!

Known for being incredibly close to one another, these two tend to twirl and circle each other whenever they perform together, it’s one of the things that got them their roles to begin with, alongside the fluidity of their movement and the way they convey emotions through their body language. They have fun when they perform together, that much was clear since the very beginning, they bring a dangerously fun vibe to the stage with their blurry red twirls and fuzzy bluish spins.

To best exemplify their teamwork let’s take a look at their “solo” songs

From the First October Takeover arc, the Dismemberment Song was Hunter and Harvest’s singing debut, used by the lore in Bloodmoon and Eclipse’s battle. During the first verse and chorus only one twin will be around but by the second both red menaces will be on stage. They circle and taunt Eclipse (played by Tabby), dodging most of his attacks and tag teaming him until they “fuse back together” which means that one of them sneaked into the background and will exit stage soon.

However there was an exception to that line of events, the very first performance of this arc, wherein it had been agreed that instead of having Hunter grab a hidden scythe prop, Harvest herself would shapeshift into the scythe. Despite the rehearsals and in spite of both twin’s slow realization of how taxing a choreography this song was, they went fully with this plan, ending up in what is now the official recording of the play. And it looked cool. It did not feel as cool, however, once the adrenaline of the performance wore off and both twins found themselves extremely exhausted. When asked they both said that it was worth it but neither would ever do that again.

Quite the introduction by all means, and certainly one of their favorite performances, but there’s another song the twins like more. And it couldn’t be any more different than their introduction

End of year 2023, post Takeover, the Bloodmoons find themselves at odds with one another after being reunited, but they aren’t the type to part for long and soon enough find themselves sorting out their disagreement in More Than Anything. Hunter and Harvest spin around quite a lot in the last third of this heart wrenching duet, in contrast to them staying the furthest apart they’ve been when both are on stage at once during the first third of the song. Tho unlike their first song, they don’t have difficulties in the choreography here, spinning around comes naturally to them, it’s the emotional escalation of the song that proved to be tricky.

Specifically for Hunter. He’d end up crying after basically every rehearsal, needing about five minutes to compose himself, so when the actual performance came around, it took all his willpower to not break out into sobs onstage. Harvest for her part hadn’t cried during rehearsals, if anything her voice would get quieter, an indication that she was getting emotional, but not much else. Until it was time for the first performance, and to everyone’s (including Harvest) surprise, she did cry. How those two managed to finish the song with an extraordinary amount of not many voice cracks is beyond everyone.

Still, even with such a reaction from them both, this stands as their favorite song to perform together.

Now on the other side of the coin, we have the times when the twins aren’t moving in their usual ways. They don’t twirl, don’t spin, you can barely tell they’re there or they stick out awkwardly. The Hallucination Bloodmoons and Bloodmoon II are the clearest cases of this.

The change can be appreciated more during the non-song parts of the play, however if enough attention is paid, the change in behavior can also be seen in their performances.

Following Sun around and observing him from the background, the Hallucinations act nothing like the physical Bloodmoon.

Barely show any emotion, and barely move at all, having to act as the Hallucinations was a very tough job for the twins, not moving around just isn’t natural for them. We suppose that adds to the uncanniness of the characters.

Jigsaw and Bloodmoon’s duet, Battle of the Bands, showed the first signs of the dissonance between the so called brothers. At some points it appeared as if Bloodmoon was trying to copy and predict Jigsaw’s movements, movements that wouldn’t be usual of the bloodthirsty killer, even bumping into Jigsaw at a failed attempt at a spin once.

Funny thing it is that Ruin and Hunter actually have great chemistry on stage. It was their idea to have it appear as if Bloodmoon was trying to improvise their movements since they weren’t connecting with Jigsaw’s. Foreshadowing, said Ruin when asked.

And speaking of foreshadowing, we’d be damned not to mention one of the most pivotal moments in the killing duo’s arc.

Placed in the middle of the arc, Ruin’s iconic rendition of You’ll be Back is a fan favorite, whether the admiration comes from the singing talent or the charm put into it, no one can deny just how fun this song is to listen to. Unless you’re Bloodmoon and it’s your 5073rd time listening to it.

From the beginning, Bloodmoon is not thrilled about this one. Refusing to get up or even look at Jigsaw, they comedically timed the extra pause the Brit took before the iconic lyric dropped, still clearly not wanting anything to do with it. Soon enough they are dragged out of their seat and are made to dance by Jigsaw, but for once they don’t seem to be having fun. There’s a turn on Bloodmoon’s behavior when Jigsaw gets aggressive for a second during the second half of the song, they appear weirded out, put off, maybe even a bit scared, they had previously made excuses for they supposed brother’s behavior, but were they really sure they didn’t mean it at all? By the time Jigsaw is carrying them, Bloodmoon turns to the audience, an unclear expression on their face. The virus turns it around them once more however, by invoking some of the usual dance moves of the twins, spinning Hunter around but not themselves.

Even without the earlier context of the plot, the choreography makes it clear that there’s a really big conflict boiling in the background, even with the funny lyrics and cheeky mannerisms of the Virus. An odd mix of comedy and uncomfortableness this one is. Very fun to perform for the actors though, Ruin having memorized the song by heart and Hunter often finding it extremely difficult to not move alongside the rhythm.

Something worth noting about this one should be the many attempts it took for Ruin to be able to correctly carry Hunter. There were many times where the smaller bot slipped to the floor or when both animatronics fell at once. They still refused to change the move, both claiming that it was important to the character’s arcs.

And now with enough context for the Blood Twins’ movement, let us look at some other of their performances!

Playing the part of the Hyenas in Be Prepared, Harvest is poked in the forehead by Moon (playing KillCode). Quite the comedic scene on a song about the arc’s villains teaming up

Having a couple seconds to spare, we see Hunter goofing off a bit right before getting wheeled on stage for the scene of Bloodmoon falling into their coma. How he manages to go from a goofy mood to kinda-technically-dying in so little time is a mystery

Another of the Hallucination’s appearances, this time more resembling of a ghost, Harvest can be spotted in the background all throughout It’s Quiet Uptown. Her stoic demeanor is turned to a sort of compassion during this song, just another of the things in this performance that are meant to make any who see it cry

Hunter can be seen during some parts of Right Hand Man, though you’d be luckier to try and spot his voice amongst the backing vocals. Honestly though, that whole scene is a bit of a mess so you can be spared for missing his appearance

The Crescent family’s song, I’ve Got a Dream, is chock full of small moments of characterization for all members. Whether it’s Stars reading out Queso’s lyrics for him as he signs, the collective “children” rolling their eyes at KC’s mention of romance, Flare fetching everyone’s props, or Harvest pushing Monty offstage, there’s not a second where nothing is happening on stage

Both the twins (playing the Hallucinations) are seen on stage alongside Flare (playing Eclipse II possessing them) and Sun, clapping their hands and stomping their feet in unison with the music. It doesn’t come off as a surprise that the twins can act in unison, but it doesn’t remove the creepy aspect of seeing their silent frames stare at Sun as he moves around, movements perfectly coordinated

The argument between Jigsaw and Bloodmoon II is one of the most important points in the Takeover, being what fully places Bloodmoon’s allegiance with the Celestials. Hunter manages to deliver with his short but very powerful performance of Someone Gets Hurt Reprise, his vocal range fully shining through

A late addition to the musical but something deemed lighthearted and important enough to put in, Bloodmoon I’s bizarre way of coming out to her family. Harvest was very excited when getting the news she’d be performing this song, being one of her favorites ever, she and her fellow cast members went all out on the choreography, and to say it was spectacular would be an understatement

[umbral-dominant]

[Art is done by my wife @hlkproductions, who's asked me/given permission to put it here!]

Selene Amatori, Dominant of Greagor (Seraph) the Eikon of 'Mind'. The unknowing twin to Dion Lesage, she held the markers of a Bearer at birth and was separated from him for a lifetime. It was only on her Eikon's awakening from the death/rebirth of the Phoenix that she awoke as a Dominant. Swarmed by cardinals and priests alike, the ten year old Branded held no words of her own, all those in power speaking to the public on her behalf - to parade 'the goddess' in their needs for sating display, her brand painted ivory whites each day. Her only true companions were her Light and Shadow; Dion her trusted friend and Aramis her eternal guardian. For the purpose of her own needs, the newly-made royal Anabella falsified the excommunication of Aramis, compelled the duty for Bahamut along the front lines, leaving Selene alone to the kindness of a poisoned apple; sending the young woman to her death in a lockbox within the water. It was only using her Eikon's power - at the cost of her own health and fortitude - that Selene saved herself, fighting to live despite all the ingrained teachings that told the once-Branded otherwise. Now considered dead to the world and mourned by that suffocating religion, she found her first taste of freedom alongside another ghost; Joshua Rosfield. His status as a Dominant serving to hear the Mind's Call for help from that stormy river; bringing her to learn the world with his travels.

[xerith-42]

Teaser for the (hopefully) next Oathbreaker chapter that I am very proud of which features my absolute darling Katelyn the Firefist

[sapphorror]

There's something quintessentially very sibling-ish in Dib's ability to simultaneously maintain his perception of Gaz as a walking personification of nightmare capable of turning his life into a living hell AND as the helpless little sister he needs to protect

[theawkwardvirgin]

“The year is 7933,” Din said slowly, looking at Bruce.

Bruce stared at him blankly. He didn’t have the mental capacity to work out where Din was going with this, not when it was taking a significant amount of self control not to collapse right there on the pavement.

Din shifted a little. “That would make Tho’buir eleven years old.”

Bruce’s jaw dropped, thoughts of his missing children silenced as he processed that statement. He turned to the boy again, tracing his features for a different reason, now. He could see it. He could see how those small features could grow into his buir’s face. And that meant-

Bruce dragged his gaze from the boy to the Mando’ad still standing in front of him protectively. The armor was wrong, but the accent…the accent lined up.

“Ba'buir?” he croaked.

“I beg your karking pardon?” the man said.

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[romaritimeharbor]

the voices….. the voices are telling me to write for demon slayer……… so many ideas…… older brother!tengen taking care of the only sibling he has left…….. hcs of being the tsugoku of all the hashira……. reader having silly little adventures with tanjirou & zenitsu & inosuke & nezuko…… angst with shinobu & a childhood friend turned demon….. too many ideas AUGH

it's me, i'm the voices 🤭 oooooo you want to write for kny so bad oooooooo /j /lh

[leavingautumn13]

warmup sketches tonight are bits and pieces of an emerald fanfic i'm writing. i personally have always been a team magma fan so they show up a lot.

here are the redesigns i did for this fic featuring main characters and their starters

[i have commissions open now]

[yaoiadderall]

hear me out. komahina au where hajime is chiaki’s best friend and nagito is chiaki’s brother

[misstalwyn]

Luckier, a Hades 2 oneshot

In which Melinöe receives what mortals regard as a “hand-me-down.” Zagreus is not proud of his response.

Preview:

Finally, just masked by the heirloom cabinet, a red and orange flame winks out, as if greeting her. Her brother’s facing elsewhere, but none other in the whole encampment even remotely rival his gait, or his height.   “Zagreus,” Melinoe calls, careful to keep her voice completely devoid of distaste or disappointment.   He doesn’t answer her, though he finally turns halfway and Mel finds his face crumpled in deep thought. She neatly clears her throat, but he still doesn’t move.  Finally, she walks up as close as she dares, the glow of both their laurels reflecting in the dark glass of the cabinet.   “Oh, you're back,” Zagreus says flatly. “Can you... tell me about this?”  “My keepsakes,” she brightens, the memories of all their family's and ally’s gifts beginning to flood back. Where to start? She thinks, eyeing Hecate’s wheel, Moros’ pin, and the glint of her Silver Sisters’ gifts under the bright moonlight.   “Your keepsakes?” he asks, shoulders rising so high the skulls on his pauldron nearly match his height. “You mean my keepsakes?”  Melinöe feels ice seep into her veins, right down to her flaming feet. “I—what?"

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[cluelessatthispoint]

Hello!!

Since request are open, may i ask for some platonic Yandere mercs noticing that someone from their team is interested on their sibling!reader from the opposite team?

The idea is just so funny to me lol, Heavy whispering " I will kill you" to Scout after he asked if the reader was single or Engineer having to hold Pyro back so they won't kill spy after he made a single compliment to the reader lol.

Scout: So...your sibling single-

Sniper: If you ask me that again im gonna shove my fist so hard on your facethat not even Medic will be able to turn it back to normal

Or

Medic, to a merc who confessed their feelings for the reader: I'm happy you find my sibling beautiful but now I will have to remove your lungs for scientific reasons :) (scientific reasons being "I refuse to let this fucker even breath in the same direction as my sibling")

Oh my gosh yes! This is perfect! I saw this ask and reflected on how I would write it all day. I hope that you'll enjoy this just as much as I did writing it!

warnings: platonic yandere themes, blood, death.

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Engineer:

Having his younger sibling at the base was a great idea. But, in reality it was the worst mistake that he could have made. Their Cease-fire Day turned out to be a ruse started by the BLU team. Grabbing you by the arm and tucking you safely in one of the most carefully secure and guarded rooms was the only thing he could do on such short notice.

Seeing how your eyes widened in fear at the sound of gunshots he acted on auto pilot. It was a good thing he did...or was it? The most secure and guarded room in the whole base was the intel room. This meant that the BLU's would stop at nothing to get in there and steal the briefcase. If they view you as a threat...well, he wouldn't think about that just yet.

The fighting seemed to go on endlessly. The enemy Sniper was the first one to drop, then the BLU Pyro and so on and so on. The only thing he couldn't figure out was where the hell the BLU Scout was. Normally the BLU menace would run around screaming all sorts of colorful language.

But today was different, he was nowhere to be found. Fighting back a grimace Engineer backed away from the battle as quietly as he could and ran to where your hiding place was. The sinking feeling that something might have happened to you rose up in his throat.

Slowing his pace to a walk he silently tread forward down the hallway. The sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed across and broke the fragile, quiet atmosphere. At least here, close to the intel room was quiet. Well, it usually was-or it was supposed to be. The door at the end of the hallway was slightly ajar, sending alarm bells going off in his head. Listening closely, he stalked forward. His hand on the holster of his gun.

Instead of hearing threats of violence or pleas for their life all that was heard was friendly banter. A bit too friendly for Engineer's liking. Listening closer, he could make out the sound of the BLU Scout's voice mixed with yours.

'Why the hell are you talking with a BLU?' he wondered.

He listened in even more closely. "Why the hell was a BLU talking TO YOU?'

Wild thoughts ran through his mind. Well, you are a grown up and a very well built and attractive one at that. Why the hell wouldn't anyone want to talk to you.

"So, toots, do you-I mean well, um..are you seeing anyone?"

Before you could make a reply, Engineer kicked open the door with a bang and shot the Scout in his chest. His blood splattering all over the floor, the desk, the intelligence and of course you.

"I don't think that you're good enough for my little sibling, you varmint!"

Looking back over to where you're standing, he can see all your emotions flash across your face.

"I'm sorry (y/n), I didn't mean to get his blood all over you, it just-he's...he's not good enough for you. And he's BLU."

Looking up at your brother and by the still warm corpse at your feet you purse your lips and wipe as much blood off your face as possible.

"Bro, Please! please stop scaring all the guys who are interested in me. It's getting very concerning at this point."

Stepping over the corpse and pulling you into a warm hug he chuckles softly. His chest moving with each breath he takes.

"That BLU Scout is annoying and persistent. Don't you worry, big brother Dell will make sure to keep him away from you no matter what."

With a cheeky smile he grabs the foot of the corpse and drags it out the door. Giving you a little nod, you sit and wait for the signal that means that it's safe to come out.

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I went with big bro Engie and a pinning Blu Scout.

I loved writing this so much! platonic yanderes are so interesting to write for.