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the-clockwork-three · 1 year

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Day 4: Irish names

Irish people often have a lot of names. It’s a side effect of the Catholicism. However, there exists a secret name many people have and never use. It is our Irish name. Irish names are only ever used in Irish class in primary school and in Irish orals in secondary school. Do you want an Irish name? Sure you do, we're on the transgender website where people hoard names like they’re made of gold!

First names:

If your name is already Irish, congratulations! You have it easy! You can change the spelling slightly to remove some of the anglicisation, like turning Owen to Eoghain, but essentially you are excused from this exercise. Scroll down below to maybe think about your Irish surname, because, yes in Irish class your entire identity is changed.

If you have a name that could be described as “Extremely common”, congratulations there's probably a conversion between your name and an Irish name. Please keep in mind, you are thinking about what was common in Ireland like fifty years ago, not what is popular in America at the moment.

Wikipedia inexplicably has a really great resource on irish names, just use ctrl+F to search for your name and see if its included in the list, and if there are several that you could use, just choose the one you like most. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Irish-language_given_names

If your name is neither of those things, you get to have fun. A lot of “official” conversions are really just names that sound a little similar. Daithí is not really the Irish for David, they are just two boys' names that start similarly. Look at a list of Irish names and choose one that vaguely resembles your own. The usual conversion involves the name starting with the same letter and containing the same number of syllables.

Surnames:

One often does not choose one's own Irish surname, nor is it passed through families (unless one is directly descended from celtic royalty in which case what are you doing here?). One’s Irish surname is thrust upon you by your primary school teacher as they try to name a roomful of children. There does not seem to be any rhyme or reason to who gets what name, and there certainly is no consistency between siblings.

The traditional surnames of Ireland use the Mac or the Ó systems. Mac means “son of/descendant of'' and its feminine version is Nic, and its married version is Bean Mhic. Ó means “grandson of/descendant of” and its feminine version is Ní, and its married version is Bean Uí. For Ó surnames, a h is applied before the name, for example Ó hThe Bean in both the married name versions can be omitted leaving them as Mhic and Uí respectively.

So if your fathers name is Daniel, your surname could be Mac Daniel, or Nic Daniel, and if you are married and your father-in-law is called Daniel, you can be called Bean Mhic Daniel (lit. wife of the son of Daniel).

There are some applications of grammatical contexts that would change the name (Mac system surnames put the name following it into the genitive, and feminine surnames apply lenation, and surnames starting with vowels take a lowercase h when using the Ó prefix but not its derivatives) but you don’t have to worry about that if you do not want to.

As both the Mac and the Ó systems both also mean ancestor, you can go a bit further afield for taking your Irish surname. For example one of my great great grandmothers was called Ophelia, so I could take my name to be Mac Opheilia.

Technically De surnames are of Norman descent, but they are fairly common as Irish surnames. For example, my Irish surname is de Bruin. De Bruin usually translates as Brown. My surname is not Brown, or Byrne, or anything of the sort. De Bruin does not sound anything like my actual surname, and I only share this surname with one family member. There are three surnames in the group of four people in my immediate family that remember their irish surnames.

What I’m saying is that you can go buck wild choosing an Irish surname, if you so desire one. Look at a list of surnames, just pick one that contains a vowel sound that's kinda similar to one in your name, if you squint and say it weirdly, or steal the name of the coolest ancestor you know of.

AAAAAAAAAAAnd finally, if you don't want an Irish name, and want to be referred to by your legal/normal name when speaking Irish, that's totally okay. You don't need to use a different name for every language you speak, just do what feels right for you.

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#snag 2023 #is mise an crann #I totally did not finish writing this at quarter to 4 #why would you imply such a thing #also yes my irish name is Ruadhán de Bruin but dont call me that outside of the very specific context of talking in irish #scheduled post

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rainymoodlet · 6 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[ Welcomes All Around! ]

Part 3 of 6 🌹

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leathfaic · 10 months

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I can take over the world because you're mine

"Dare."

“Fuckin’ again?”

Bear shrugged at Daithí's exasperated expression “No rules against picking the same answer a few times in a row.”, ignoring Vice’s “Oh you are an arsehole and should be glad I like you so much” noise. It was something between an annoyed huff and a snicker and she had it down perfectly, it did its job every time, making Bear incredibly glad to be loved by someone like Vice and feel a little called out. Leaning to the left they pressed a quick kiss to Daithí’s pouting face before snatching the bottle back and taking a hefty swig.

To be fair ‘a few times’ was relative, Bear was aware they hadn’t picked anything else all night. Had been subjected to a few of Vice’s creative ideas for it too. Taking a shot while standing on their hands. Guessing how many fags were left in Daithí’s pack (easy, none since Bear had stolen the last one hours ago.). Were pretty sure they also had to do Daithí’s laundry for a whole month. As if the sneaky fucker didn’t already put some of his into both their and Vice’s laundry basket. Acting all surprised when he was handed the clean clothes back. Not that Bear really minded, sighing and exchanging a knowing look with Vice whenever it happened. Now they just had an official excuse. But with all of them, Bear had successfully dodged having to reveal any embarrassing truths so far.

“Fine, a dare then, pick something else.” he leaned in and pressed a kiss of his own to Bear's cheek.

Proving that Bear's quick distraction hadn’t worked on him at all. Instead, there was that flicker in his eyes that he always got when he challenged Bear. That warranted another big gulp and a contemplative stare at the label. The label stared back, Tullamore Dew Honey, a bottle that had ended up in Bear's hands not at all by accident. Same with the bottle of Jameson that was currently pointing accusingly at Bear had found its way into Daithí’s.

The last deployment had been a crushing success, a mission of unusual size putting all able operators into the field and everyone else into a field base to ensure it would run as smoothly as possible.

The entirety of the Apocrita in motion was a sight to behold and a terror to confront. Their enemies never had a chance, just the way Bear liked it.

No casualties on their side either, something else Bear liked very much. The worst injuries were scratches, bruises, and minor cuts. Many had been limping but seemed fine already.

So they did the only thing that was left to do after coming home, got out of gear that had been worn at least three days too long, showered and bitched about small things. And then without previous agreement assembled in the gym, the largest common room on the base, and celebrated what they’d done.

It was an awkward affair at first, until someone, Aspen? Badger?, had the good sense to get everyone a bottle of one of their preferred poisons in hand.

Suddenly shoulders sagged, and stress melted away. It wasn’t even everyone drinking, but the initial relaxation was enough to drag everyone along, even if it was just hot cocoa in their hands. Maybe not the healthiest way to deal with post-op tension, but if you had to get an entire base coming down with it at once, certainly an efficient one. If nothing else most of them would sleep soundly tonight.

By now most of the party had dissolved, and Daithí’s drink ended up mostly in him and Bear, Vice preferring whatever American thing she was drinking. Whatever it was it kept her a disgusting level of sober in Bear's eyes. And yet it had been Vice, all big puppy eyes dragging them to an empty room giddy with excitement when she proposed the game and Daithí had just wordlessly taken the last swig of Jameson putting the bottle down between them. Both looking at Bear who’d been about to explain that spin-the-bottle sounded so fucking childish. Who had sat down instead because fuck it, those were their lovers and they were nothing if not putty in their hands anyways. So maybe it was childish, or maybe that was the all-famed German seriousness sounding off and about to push a stick up Bear's arse, who fucking knew.

A long look at Daithí, then at Vice. Both of them looked back expectantly. “Fine, fuck, Wahrheit.” they growled. It was ridiculous how the two of them made Bear crumble. How their heart did a little leap at the joined cheers.

“So that one is easy honey,” Vice was way too quick on the draw with that, probably prepared it well ahead “Mommy or Daddy issues? Which one is it for you?”

Bear just stared. And then opted to drink again. Remembering that it had been Vice’s turn to dare them from the start. So much for Daithí and distractions.

“Both actually.”

Dai inserted his hand between Bears and the bottle, stealing the drink away. Fair considering they were sharing this like they had the other whiskey before. Terribly rude considering Bear's dramatic need to drink between every spoken sentence.

“It’s stupid and dramatic and you definitely need to get me again with that bottle before I tell you that bullshit.”

“Alright chief sounds like a lot to unpack, but I’ll make sure to remember that.” Vice gave them one of her winks that had Bear roll their eyes and grin before she added in a softer tone “But only if you do wanna talk about it.” leaned over for a quick reassuring kiss.

Bear just shrugged. "Dai's guaranteed to get a fucking kick out of it and you're going laugh your arse off. It's fine."

They finally leaned forward to spin the bottle again.

Don't you fucking dare stop right here again.

The bottle, wiser than one would expect from an inanimate piece of glass skidded past bears position as it came to a stop, pointing slightly to the left of Daithí, but clearly still on him.

"Wahrheit oder Pflicht?"

Daithí smiled back wide, "Just to show you that it doesn't hurt mo chroi, I'll take Truth."

Bear wanted to groan. Wanted to hide their face in Vice's shoulder and tell her how unfair it was that Dai managed to make their stomach flip with his endearment. Only that would mean they'd be so close to Vice that that would get them too, her warmth, her smell, the persistent hint of engine oil that made Bear consider rolling around in a substance definitely not designed for it.

Fuck, the whiskey was definitely getting to them. Who the fuck thinks about rolling in fucking engine oil while having romantic thoughts. Fucking ridiculous.

"What's the story behind that one?" Bear leaned forward, pushing their own thoughts aside and pointing at the spot they knew to hold the tattoo on Dai's left bicep.

It showed a bottle with a ship on rough waves in it and a person that had either fallen or crawled halfway through the bottle's neck with only their legs and arse sticking out.

Bear loved it. Loved the fucking whimsy of it, loved tracing the lines of the waves when Dai fell asleep between them and Vice. But they'd never asked about it. Might as well now, the mood was about to drop either way soon.

"Ah, always loved Alice in Wonderland." he smiled weakly and took a swig from the bottle. "Was a nice fantasy world to flee to when home was…wasn't fun. Thought I'd have my own little potion bottle to carry around with me."

His words were full to the brim with unspoken, unhealed hurt and Bear felt the need to launch themself across the space between them.

"Hey," Vice's voice interrupted Bears thoughts "You told me it was a bottle of Jack Daniels the first week here."

Daithí’s sadness vanished, immediately replaced with a mischievous grin.

"Why did Bear get the truth and I didn't you little fuck?"

Bear leaned back, smiling and letting the gentle bickering commence.

"Because I have known them for more than three days now! And because it's funny when random people believe it and start interpreting that mo chuisle."

Vice huffed, trying not to be immediately pacified by the pet name and obviously failing.

"Used to tell civvies in Germany that the one on my thigh was a sex thing." Bear grins, granting Vice a few more seconds to seem unbothered. "Always worked, especially considering the fact I was usually gone in the morning.”

“Filthy-mouthed liars, the two of you.” Vice mumbles, still accusingly but also leaning over to kiss Dai on the arm, where the fabric hid the tattoo and then on the mouth, still trying for a pouty smile but quickly losing that battle.

And Bear is still too occupied with smiling warmly and widely, feeling the damn butterflies in their stomach do loops when looking at the two of them, to even consider threatening the bottle that Dai spins it again.

That turns out to be a mistake. It’s like the damn thing can fucking smell their moment of distraction.

“Oh darling,” Vice is definitely back to fully amused, “I don’t think you can scare it into moving more.” Well maybe not, but Bear can certainly try. Technically it would move if kicked, couldn’t point anywhere when shattered right?

Could see Dai open their mouth to assure them it was fine if they didn’t want to talk about it no doubt. Couldn’t have that though, Bear considered themself lots of things but certainly not a coward.

“Truth it is.”

They just held out their hand and Dai, bless his soul, handed the bottle back with no hesitation. Bear let the honey sweetness and the smoothness of the whiskey wash over their tongue, watching their lovers exchange a look, glancing back at them, then looking at each other again.

Almost sweeter than the honey in their drink, their concern about hurting Bear. In the beginning, the care had been almost irritating, something they had decided they’d never feel again. Vice could never have known that though and even if Daithí knew parts of it. If. Even he wouldn’t have been able to understand.

And so they smashed through all of Bear's walls like they were paper thin and Bear, who’d already been fighting a feeling of belonging with the whole new force they were assigned to had been overpowered and outmatched. Fucking flanked. Point blank shot by cupids arrow. The little bastard even double-tapped. Probably instinct since the last projectile stuck in Bear really hadn’t done a great job.

Outgunned like that even Bear had to admit that fighting was for once, not the way to go. Love is the sweetest surrender and all that bullshit.

Daithí sighed, somewhere between exasperation and fondness when Bear blinked back from their brief swooning session, sure that it had been painted all over their face, “What the fuck is up with all those parental issues love?”

“Short version is I ruined my father's life and forced my mum to be a mother which was the last thing in all existence that she should have been, or wanted to be really.”

Bear could feel the urge to keep drinking build up and instead passed the bottle to Vice, who took a small sip before she grimaced and handed it to Daithí immediately.

“So the part that sounds like a bad sitcom is my father, yeah?” Unbidden their father's face came to mind all red tousled hair and blue eyes, always looking sad. Yeah, no wonder that.

“He’s the Irish one,” they knew that already but it mattered so Bear just went on “grew up all proper catholic. Was really into it too. More than most people are. Always had one dream when growing up, wanted to become a priest, or bishop if he could. Hell, I don’t fucking know, might have been shooting for Pope in his little catholic daydreams.”

There was a look of confusion on Vice’s face now that was only matched by the one of foreboding on Daithís.

Without even thinking Bear took the bottle back and made the swig count before handing it to Vice.

“Had it all laid out too, proper catholic school, got into the Trinity College in Dublin, guaranteed a spot in seminary when his bachelor was done. Should have gone swimmingly.”

Und das war des Pudels Kern, es hätte alles glattgehen sollen. Nicht das Konjuktive hilfreich waren wenn Bärs ganz eigene Magie im Spiel war.

“They did some exchange programme, you know, get the weans out to see the world before they swear themselves off to their god. Freshly reunited Germany, deepest Rhineland-Palatine, all nice and conservative. Got some fine old churches to ogle too. Stayed in a lovely little town called Kusel. Not the biggest but it turns out there was a disco that the local youths frequented.”

Somehow the bottle was offered from their left again, Bear didn’t even question it, drank and kept it.

“Kinda easy to see where this is going, even theology students go for a dance sometimes. And sometimes they get drunk. And drunk people tend to forget how dedicated they are to god and might just hook up with an equally drunk girl. Not even 18 and equally as stupid as her male counterpart.”

At least Bear couldn’t fault their father, they knew the pictures her mother kept of her youth. She’d been stunning before constant anger painted permanent lines on her. Light blond hair to her thighs, bright blue eyes, her full lips always smiling back then.

“Da made it back none the wiser, went back to his studies until he suddenly gets called into the dean's office, gets asked all these very pointed questions. Turns out a very upset German woman had called and ripped him a new one. Something about one of their students impregnating her daughter.”

Bear couldn’t help the disdainful noise that slipped from their lips. The issue could have ended there with a quick doctor's visit, but of course, it didn’t.

“Both families are awfully traditional. Abortion was never an option. Instead, my father got the bollocking of the century at home, dean had informed his parenrs the second the story had been confirmed. Of course, he had to marry the girl too, she’d already brought enough shame to her family by getting pregnant by a stranger. They were both too scared and young to really say no, got married a month later, all proper catholic too.”

The amused sound from Daithí’s side made them smile, and they handed the almost empty bottle back after sipping again.

“Can’t be a catholic priest if you’re married. Or divorced for that matter. Not that it mattered, the family would have torn him to pieces if he’d considered divorce. So my father got stuck with a lifetime of regrets and ‘what-ifs’ over a few too many. My mum got told she was the victim so often she just took to it, probably wasn’t that hard with all the trauma of the situation. Only she genuinely liked my father for what it's worth, so as soon as she had someone else to blame she did. ‘Biggest mistake of their lives’” Bear raised their hand mockingly like they were in school “That would be me. Made sure I knew it too. Father dearest buried himself in his work, trying not to be where he clearly didn’t want to be. Mum took matters more into her hands though, words didn’t quite do it for her I guess.”

Silence hung in the room, heavy and consuming. They could see their lovers trying for words. Words Bear really didn’t want to hear.

“It didn’t get better when I didn’t turn out like the little princess my mother had wanted as a consolation prize either. Was mostly shit honestly. At some point, my granddad spotted the bruises, probably at my gran's wake, got my father bollocking of the next century he had the unfortunate luck to be in. They got so loud I could hear them from my room on the 3rd floor even though they were in the kitchen. Undeserved too the poor man. But he must’ve relayed at least parts of it. They were constantly talking when we got back home. Never got another bruise from home again. Still wasn’t great, I mean fuck I thought I’d found heaven when I joined the army and felt they were fucking welcoming.”

Sighing Bear continued, closing their eyes because it wasn’t getting better at this point, not at all.

“Seems all the talking did something for them, ignited a spark that they’d ignored for 15 years or something. Got really really close again. And bam mums pregnant again. But this time they’d actually tried. That’s where the twins entered the picture. Love the shitheads but fuck, that stung more than any backhand ever could. Seeing them be a loving family all together, how they felt silent when I entered the room, disturbing the beautiful picture.”

There's a hand on their back and Bear knows it’s Vice because it’s coming from their right and because there is the faintest note of motor oil in the air.

“Watched them like a fucking hawk until I left, and every time I made it home after. But they were good with them. No hidden bruises. No nothing, just a happy little family and the weird mistake they’d made disturbing their peace. So I stopped going back and since then they’re just that. Saw them a few times for other family stuff. Grandad usually didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer or ‘I’m stationed in a fucking desert right now’ for that matter. Kept my distance though, better that way. Maybe the twins will reach out at some point, or not. Might be dead when they get to that point.”

Twin protesting noises tugging at Bears heart in perfect synchrony.

“I’m fucking kidding, you know they don’t make bullets that kill me yet.”

When they opened their eyes again Daithí sat next to them close as he could be without touching, just silently offering. There were no tears, no nothing really, the hurt was old, like a scar that caused weird phantom pains. It had long since been buried under more recent pains whose aches were much more prominent.

Bear was glad for the silence, didn’t know if they could take any soft words in that moment and keep their delicate equilibrium intact. It would shatter in a moment of seconds. People never just listened to something like this and sat tight.

Instead what they heard was the door being opened, and Bear found themself rising to their feet in a smooth motion that was fucking impressive for how drunk they knew they were. The instinct to confront whatever disturbed them momentarily overrode the intoxication.

The reaction was barely warranted as Bear found themself confronted not with a thread but with a group of rather tipsy rookies.

“Leffftenant!” the frontman of the group mumbled, rising panic clear in his voice even as the word came out slurred. And the fucking fact that despite all their training he missed the two other soldiers in the room. That would earn him a note in Bear's book of who needed to get whipped more into shape. Probably in the morning though, when writing was something they could do without thinking too hard.

“Privates.” seniority in any army did wonders for the ability to not let your liquor show when addressing people by ranks, that and Bear's talent to roll r’s like they meant it.

“We’re so sorry, we’re just uhm…gonna be going?” he clearly wanted to run, but at least remembered himself well enough to wait for dismissal.

One that Bear was about to gladly grant him when next to them Dai rose, equally steady. “Actually, Privates, we’re happy to leave the room to you, we were just about to head for a smoke anyways, weren’t we?”

“Fuck yeah!” Vice opted for taking Dai's hand, all three of them filling the door frame now.

Bear watched in amusement how the man's eyes grew wider first at Daithí’s and then Vice’s appearance in his line of sight. Oh, he knew he’d fucked up.

“Lieutenant, Sargeant,” he mumbled sounding downright defeated.

“Oh don’t let us spoil your evening,” Vice laughed “I’m sure Lieutenant Quinn will remind you of this soon enough so you might as well enjoy yourself while you can.”

She stepped forward and the rookies parted like the red sea. Small mumbled “Yes Ma’ams” and “Sorry Ma’ams” escaped from all sides.

Tempted to chuckle, Bear schooled their expression before following. Knowing that Dai would be right behind them.

They made their way down the corridor, only falling into step with each other when they were out of sight, almost outside, and securely out of earshot before Daithí sighed “Smoke is actually a grand idea, I’ve been craving one.”

“You’re out, sorry.” Bear reminded him and he groaned.

“That’s why you have me.” Vice smiled wide, “Tell me how much you love me again?”

“Endlessly, more every time you smile at me.”

“Aw darling, you know how to make a woman weep.” a pack appeared from somewhere, so quickly that Bear knew they wouldn’t make it out, not when sober but especially not drunk like this, and Daithí kissed Vice before ripping the pack open.

“And you?” Bear raised an eyebrow at the sudden attention, Vice expectantly smiling and walking the last few steps to the outside backwards so she could keep looking at Bear.

“I was planning to steal from Dai again, to be honest, but if you have something for me Ophe I might go on my knees on the spot.”

Daithí’s fake protest in the background had Bear smile despite themself, but when Vice produced a familiar yellow packaging from the-gods-know-where they are close to making good on their promise. Of all the things Vice could have on her, it was a pack of Cohiba Club.

“Fucking hell.” There isn’t much else that wants to get out in the moment so Bear makes sure to put all their adoration into it.

Waits until they stop walking before carefully slicing the pack open with a knife, a stupid habit, not needed and technically wasteful. Sentimental to the tenth degree.

Offers both Dai and Vice one of the tightly rolled cigarillos before pulling out two at once. Nods to the fence, just out of the floodlights, a hiding place that Vice had originally claimed. Still, a good bet when looking for her.

Unlike usual, Bear doesn’t lean against the fence but instead asks Vice for light. There is comfort in the three lighter clicks and Bear takes a deep drag before putting the first cigarillo in the fence, it will burn off slowly, like incense.

Not quite how Vice did it, but perfect for Bear's own purposes. Doesn’t miss the looks from the other two. This time they just shake their head, even if they wanted to, this one is not on the menu.

Instead, they let Vice light the rest, lighter clicking three times each, before they puff out more of the same spicy-sweet smoke.

When they notice the other two attempting to position themselves to either side they just gently herd them to their front, bury their nose in Daithí's hair and hold Vice close to their chest.

Lack of sleep from the mission and the alcohol of the last few hours slowly creep up Bear's spine, they feel heavy and done. Switch positions at some point, resting their head on Vice and holding Dai close. Smile at the way the two of them hold hands, complicated by the cigarillos demanding attention every now and then.

“You know mo chroi, I think there are people who’d love to study the stupidly complicated level of religious trauma you caught, might make some actual money out there.”

Something warm filled Bear's chest and before they could help it they were actually, full-on laughing. This upset the delicate balance of the already complicated three-way hug.

A few seconds later they just gave up, all three of them laughing, about the fucking comment, the general situation and just because.

Bear felt light and slightly stupid. Something deep inside them gave way, the last of the tension they’d been holding on to melting away. They might have their regrets, but tonight wasn’t one, not with Vice and Daithí still so close they all kept touching constantly. Still here and knowing Bear a little better, whatever that might mean down the line.

They finished their smokes and silently found themselves in agreement that it was really time to head to bed. Preferably the closest one.

Bear let the other one take off and turned back for a moment, saluting both the sunrise and the remains of the cigarillo in the fence.

“Still kicking, Sir.” a single tear finally found its way out of their eye with that and a wink they turned around before they could be tempted to monologue a fucking burned-down cigarillo. Wiped the tear away and fell into a light jog to catch up with their two lovers.

#murtagh bear quinn #ophelia vice davidson #daithi enigma walsh #codblr taskforce #codblr #codblrsona #apocrita taskforce #not my usual content #feel free to ignore it #tw parental abuse

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valentine-byrne · 2 months

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Game Night

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Summary: The gang has a game night and Saiyuri is feeling sentimental about it.

"You can't do that Fredrick, it's against the rules." Keiden's quiet voice wavered, barely heard over the crackling of the fireplace.

"Let's call this home-brew and say it's actually totally in the rules." Fredrick hummed in response, voice strong and sweet as they plucked their piece off the board.

"That's not how it works shithead!" Daithí snapped, nose twitching as he scowled at the pinkette.

"Okay we don't need to yell, Freddie put your piece back where it was please." Danny put his hands up in Daithí and Fredrick's direction, pointing to where Fredrick's piece had been.

Saiyuri felt the corners of her mouth fighting their way into a small smile, an action they'd been doing a lot since her first time in this cosy place she now considered home away from home. Saiki sat by her side, arm flung around her shoulders like it was where it belonged and Saiyuri was made to perfectly fit in the curve of her side. Her tail covered both their laps like a blanket, her ears twitching as she immediately joined in the current argument with glee. Game nights were always war time when the whole group was together.

But not in a bad way, only Daithí and Hitori had deep frowns on their faces. Hitori being a stickler for rules and Daithí just always on the edge of starting a fight.

Saiyuri hid her face behind her book, which she had stopped reading the moment the living room was taken over. She watched in silence as Danny tried to diffuse the fight between Daithí and Fredrick who refused to put their piece back. Damien had a hand on Danny's back in a show of support as his boyfriend struggled to diffuse the situation. A warmth was settled over Saiyuri, one she hadn't felt until the rambunctious werewolf beside her strode into her life and made herself comfortable. It was a feeling she never wanted to miss and yet it wasn't one she could share as easily as the others around the room.

Apart from Daithí, who struggled even more than she did if she guessed. While her struggle came across as irritation his came across as constant confrontations. She related to him still and they'd had quite a few moments alone where they confided in the hurdles of showing how they really felt. It took Saiyuri a long time to get to the point she was at now, allowing the person she loved more than anything to be so close and allowing herself to lean into her and enjoy their friends' company.

Even calling this ragtag group her friends had been hard to get too. But she had and she was glad for the fact. She knew Daithí would get there soon too, he wouldn't be here right now otherwise.

Saiyuri still wished she could show her happiness more or her gratitude for their company but her snippy comments and short replies still jumped out without her control. Times like now where she could fade into the background and just watch and be present where her favourite, there was no fear of snapping at someone for no reason and all that was left was that warmth.

"How about we compromise, if Fred gets to move there we all get to move the same amount of spaces?" Lucy offered a solution, her sweet voice like a bird song amongst the war cries as she also moved her piece on the board. Daithí let out an incredulous sound and threw his hands up.

"What's the point of playing the stupid game if we don't follow the rules? Why don't I just move my piece all the way to the end and make myself the winner?" He exclaimed and Hitori nodded along to his words vigorously, not wanting to join the fight but obviously favouring one side.

"Awe c'mon Dai don't be such a stick in the mud, it's just one lil thing let's not get so worked up huh?" Ky tugged Daithí's arms down and pulled him into a side hug, bright smile on his face as Daithí crossed his arms and pouted. Saiyuri watched with a tender gaze as he melted under the blonde's hold, no one could stay mad with Ky, as airheads as he could be at times. He was like a golden retriever and his energy was always infectious.

Saiki leant back and leaned in closer to her, less interested now that the fight was seemingly over. She was a devil sometimes.

"How's your book?" She asked without turning to look at her, cheeky smile accentuated by the dimples biting into her cheeks. Saiyuri felt herself tense a small bit and she huffed lightly, a tinge of embarrassment on her tongue.

"Very interesting."

"Just teasin' stardust, d'ya want another drink?" Saiki recovered easily and Saiyuri wished she could do so with as much suaveness. She glanced at her empty mug and shrugged gently.

"Mhm, must be really interesting for you to have not turned the page in the last hour." Saiki whispered, finally turning her golden gaze upon her with mirth swimming within them. Saiyuri bites the inside of her cheek, hating getting caught out and flustered by the charming look on Saiki's face. How did she manage to look so dashing when she was being such an ass? Saiyuri closes the book and whacks Saiki in the chest with it, gently, before letting it fall into her lap. As the game continues in front of them Saiki giggles and leans over to press a kiss against Saiyuri's temple. Her soft lips turning Saiyuri's insides to mush as all the tension in her body melted away.

"I suppose tea would be nice." Saiyuri murmured and she could see Saiki grin from her peripheral vision. Saiki bounces up happily, taking the warmth of her arm and tail away as she swiped Saiyuri's mug and waltzed away to the kitchen. Saiyuri's eyes followed after her, admittedly taking more than a few seconds to admire the new jeggings clinging to Saiki's toned legs.

"Saiyuri blow on my dice for good luck!" Saiyuri jumped, head whipping around only to be face to face with two dice. Keila beamed at her, the twin shaking her hand expectantly and Saiyuri blew out a puff of air while rolling her eyes. She thought it was a bit silly but indulged anyway, something she found herself doing a lot more often lately. Keila grinned and chucked the dice onto the board, landing on doubles and hollering in joy.

"Yeah suck it, lucky goddess dice bitches!" She did a small dance on the ground as she moved her piece, surpassing Hitori who drew his mouth into a thin line. He did not enjoy losing, in any capacity. She could see the gears ticking away in his head as he strategised his move. Saiyuri leant back on the couch and shook her head, though the tiniest smile did ghost over her lips. She didn't remember the first time they all had a game night, she could barely remember the first time they were all together in this house. But she knew she wouldn't trade it for anything.

She had been made with no idea of what family or friends were, home was a concept but not something tangible. Now she understood all of these things, and was lucky enough to have them.

Saiki set her new tea down beside her and sat back down, holding a hot cocoa for herself but draping her tail right back over their laps so she could be touching her. the small act making Saiyuri's heart beat a few paces faster. She allowed herself to run her fingers through her soft fur, watching as Ky moved his piece on the board and Hitori readied himself for his turn. Danny leant back into Damien who wrapped his arms around his waist, whispering something that made him giggle in delight. Keila bumped shoulders with Keiden, instructing her twin on the next move he should make on his turn and Fredrick twirled his hair between his fingers as he watched Hitori roll the dice. Daithí pulled on his ears as Hitori pulled a special card and moved his piece closer to the end.

Saiyuri let out a long exhale and Saiki turned to look at her curiously. Worry being replaced with something softer as she caught sight of Saiyuri's gentle expression. Saiyuri turned to meet her gaze but her eyes got caught on the milk moustache atop her lip and she snorted—something she never would have done decades ago. Saiki grinned, eyes brimming with appreciation.

"Somethin' on my face?" She asked and Saiyuri shook her head as she laughed.

"You're an idiot."

"Yes, yes you are."

"Yeah but I'm your idiot."

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