#Platonic Hawthorne brothers
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Platonic Hawthorne Brothers x Hawthorne!Reader
Summary: "I was wondering if I could get a Hawthorne!reader doesn't like Avery when she shows up for the reading of the will, reader doesn't get anything from her grandfather, and her brothers comfort her because she has nothing" (request)
A/N: Thank you so much for the request @thatgrrlpoet ! I'm sorry it took so long for me to write.
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Y/n didn't like Avery from the beginning. The girl seemed like trouble to her. She had never heard the name, she also didn't remember her face. A subtle frown tugged on her lips as she practically glared at the girl. Why would a random stranger be in her grandfather's will? It didn't make sense.
Her nerves were a mess as she waited for the will to be read. All of the Hawthorne's had finally showed up. Even if Nash had been late, and if Jameson was already drunk. She really needed to speak with him about his drinking habits. It was becoming constant. She would worry about that later, maybe talk to one of her other brothers first.
She quickly was snapped out of her thoughts as Mr. Ortega started reading the will. She had been distracted by Zara and Skye arguing. And maybe she had decided to stop paying as much attention as she should to todays events. She looked back to Me. Ortega anxiously.
"To my grandchildren, Nash Westbrook Hawthorne, Grayson Davenport Hawthorne, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne, Y/n Y/m/n Hawthorne, And Alexander Blackwood Hawthorne, I leave...." he paused for a moment before continuing. "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars..." Y/n stopped listening after that.
What did he mean? Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a piece was nothing compared to the over forty billion dollar fortune. And he hadn't said anything about the estates. She glanced back to Avery. What had this girl done?
"The remainder of my assets," Mr Ortega continued, "including all properties, monetary assets, and worldly possessions not otherwise specified, I leave to Avery Kylie Grambs."
The room exploded in a chorus of angry voices. Zara and Skye were upset that they received nothing, and Grayson looked like he might just kill Avery. His gaze was deadly as he stared at the girl, jaw clenched. Jameson was too drunk for many emotions, he but he looked very curious. And then their was Nash...
Nash looked surprised, but not like he cared very much. He never had about the families issues. Not after how horrible he had been treated by their grandfather. He realized it was toxic and got out.
Y/n left the room, going to an empty hallway. She leaned her head back, taking a deep breath. Nash appeared. He had his coat, and looked like he was probably on his way out. He gave her a comforting smile.
"It'll be okay kid," He said softly, leaning against the wall opposite of her. "I don't know how this happened... but I'm sure you'll figure it out. Good luck. And don't beat yourself up over it," he said as he gave her a hug and made his exit.
She mumbled several curse words before making her way back to her room. Whenever she arrived there, she could see Grayson waiting for her. To think, just yesterday the entire Hawthorne family thought either Grayson or Y/n would inherit the fortune. They had always been the most heir apparent Hawthorne's.
"I'm going to figure out how she did it," Grayson said coldly. He looked determined. He had to figure out how this mystery girl had manipulated his grandfather. There was no way some random stranger would get the entire fortune. Not whenever Tobias Hawthorne had spent years trying to mold his grandchildren into the perfect heirs.
"I'm sure you will," Y/n grumbled, sitting at her desk. She swiveled around in the chair, facing Grayson. She looked up at the ceiling, frustrated.
"It was supposed to be either me or you! Not some girl I've never even heard of!" Grayson said, his voice had lost some of its edge though.
Y/n shrugged, moving to sit on the bed next to Grayson. She patted his shoulder. She might be upset, but Grayson seemed even more upset. She had always thought he had the better chance so she wasn't as certain it would have been her. But for it to be a random girl? That was completely unexpected.
"I'm sure we will figure it out," She said with a soft sigh. Grayson nodded, standing to exit her room. He stopped in her doorway, looking back at her.
"I'll be back in the morning. I'll see what I can find tonight," He said before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Y/n had barely had time to change into some sweatpants, before Xander flew into her room. She shouted a curse as he bursted into her room. He gave her a smile, holding up a plate of scones.
"I know you're upset.... so you can have a blueberry one," He said with a smile as he plopped down on her bed. He crossed his legs and sat the plage of scones down. "And, I didn't even use the secret passage because it pisses you off."
She couldn't help the smile that brightened her face as she grabbed a blueberry scone. Xander grabbed a lemon one.
She would figure this out, with the help of her brothers or course. Nothing would ever be too difficult for a Hawthorne to figure out. Not with the way that their grandfather had guided, and trained, their minds to work.
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Thank you so much for this request! I loved getting to write it.
My requests are currently open!
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I just want to talk about a moment near the beginning of the brothers Hawthorne, In London, when Avery gives Grayson a coffee. I know it’s just a small action but it’s one of my favourite scenes from the whole book, I think that it shows us how far Avery and Graysons platonic relationship has come, and how they are just able to do casual things with eachother.
#the inheritance games#grayson hawthorne#the final gambit#jameson hawthorne#the brothers hawthorne#the hawthorne legacy#nash hawthorne#the hawthorne brothers#xander hawthorne#avery grambs
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Hi, I just wanted to mention some of my OCs that I hoped to write about here. Enjoy!
Heros:
Richard:
- in his late 20s or early 30s
- has fire powers
- was killed by his female childhood friend after she manipulated his feelings
- became gay after to cope with his feelings
- totally doesn't haunt me and tries to make me feel guilty for killing him off
Ryan:
- in his mid-20s
- has water and fire powers
- was the older brother of the female who killed Richard
- was killed in a burning building in his late teens
- is Richard's boyfriend no matter how much both of them deny it
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Yandere Family:
Reed Hawthorn:
(image is not mine and credit goes to the creator)
- 49 years old
- lost his wife after she gave birth to Indigo
- owns his own company that he hopes to pass on to his oldest son
- is protective and possessive of Y/N
- purposely makes time in his day to spend with Y/N
- strict but understanding
Basil Hawthorn:
(image is not mine and credit goes to the creator)
- 24 years old (the oldest son)
- works with his father at the family company
- loves Y/N but can't spend much time with them because of work
- can be lazy and goofy, but knows when to act professional
Lotus Hawthorn:
(image is not mine and credit goes to the creator)
- 23 years old
- studying to be a doctor
- currently interning at a nearby hospital
- totally doesn't dispose of dead bodies at the hospital, especially if the person was being too nice or mean to Y/N
- loves to make time for Y/N, but is also really busy
- the more stoic and intelligent of the siblings
Clover Hawthorn:
(image is not mine and credit goes to the creator)
- 22 years old
- works as a school teacher at Y/N's high school
- uses his position to spy on Y/N and make sure they are doing well
- spends the most time with Y/N because of his job
- cuddly and outgoing, but can quickly switch to being mean and sadistic
Indigo Hawthorn:
(image is not mine and credit goes to the creator)
- 21 years old
- finishing college, but works part time at a daycare
- most childish, but when upset he shouldn't be messed with
- probably the most unstable out of the family, but he hides it well and puts on a friendly mask for Y/N
Y/N Hawthorn:
- 18 years old
- adopted from an orphanage
- attending high school
- naive and innocent, completely unaware of their families yandere tendencies
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Flame Within:
All images are from Picrew (https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1564386)
Eye/Card:
(just image the clothing as a purple color)
- is 31 years old (Act III)
- they/them pronouns (male anatomy)
- real name is Eye but thinks Card sounds cooler
- got romantically manipulated by the royal king and princess
- became asexual to deal with the romantic loss
- likes to confuse people by dressing feminine
R.I.P.:
- is 26 years old (Act III)
- gay as fuck
- carries a shovel around because he likes threatening people with it
- loves his younger sister almost like a platonic and protective yandere
- slightly insane, but it adds to his charm
Veil:
- is 23 years old (Act III)
- R.I.P.'s younger sister
- husband was just using her and liked to entertain himself with other women
- R.I.P. and Veil teamed up to murder him
- she is now a lesbian
- independent and headstrong
Shield:
- is 22 years old (Act III)
- was trained to be a royal guard, but when he realized how flawed the system was, he joined the rebels mentioned above
- likes Veil but she always insists she's gay, but R.I.P. has taken an interest in him
- straight?
- is childish, but can be serious when needed
Dice:
- is 32 years old (Act III)
- became king when his parents died
- overprotective of his younger sister
- likes to gang up with his sister to manipulate their lovers (bisexual)
- believes that it is his duty to rule his city based on his needs
- strong leader, but is misguided
Tiara:
- is 24 years old (Act III)
- is Dice's younger sister
- is the princess, but gets more power because of her brother's position
- likes to toy with the members of the staff (bisexual)
- was eventually killed by Card/Eye as a form of revenge
- a bitchy brat
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Full Name: Matt (sometimes called Matt Hunter)
Nickname(s): Matty, Hunter, Bro, Guardian
Age: Mid to late 20s physically; reborn three years prior to the Red War
Height: 6 ft
Body type: Athletic, typical “hero build”
Skin tone/Ethnicity/Species: Human, Caucasian with a slight tan
Eye color: Warm brown
Hair color/style: Shoulder-length warm brown hair parted down the middle
Distinguishing features: Prominent nose, indented cheeks, crooked smile
Dress/Clothing preference: Metal chestplate with a glowing center, knives strapped to his arms, New Monarchy details on the shoulders, cowboy pants with a hand cannon at his hip, cowboy boots with spurs, a dark red slightly shredded cloak that is always draped over his left shoulder
Mannerisms: Talks with his hands
Physical talents/Skills: Rarely misses his shots; can triple jump and do parkour but is klutzy as heck
Face claim: Matthew Mercer
Voice claim: Same as above, literally the og male human guardian voice
Normal tone: Friendly, upbeat, warm
Language & accent: English and some Eliksni; Midwestern accent
Occupation: Hunter guardian for the Last City
Current home/planet: The Last City, Earth
Situation: Protecting Earth - and the rest of the galaxy - from its enemies, including the Darkness
Motivation: To protect his loved ones and those who can’t protect themselves
Biggest strength(s): His natural-born leadership
Biggest issue(s): His klutziness
Strongest trait: Compassion
Personality: Kind, helpful, compassionate, friendly, loving
Habits: Helping people; falling over and tripping on stuff all the time; gets easily emotional and cries at stuff without shame; has no trouble talking to people normally but gets SUPER awkward around people he’s romantically interested in
Ambition/Short and Long Term Goals: He wants to rid the universe of the Darkness by any means necessary
Greatest fear(s)/Phobias: Losing his loved ones; the Darkness itself
Biggest secret(s): He doesn’t get them often, but his nightmares are always about his loved ones turning to the Darkness and him being forced to kill them
Social skills: Loves talking to people and is able to befriend others immediately
Optimist or Pessimist: Optimist
Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Extrovert
Alignment: Lawful Good
Original home/planet: Born and raised in Montana, moved to California as an adult to join the army
Important history: His story follows the events of the first Destiny game and its expansions; he’s basically the “main character”. With the help of his other fireteam members, Rocky and Isaac, he defeated Oryx and brought temporary peace to the Last City. He’s since then become the “official” greeter of all the new Guardians who come to the Last City. In his original life, he was a soldier who was devoted to protecting the Earth from potential invaders. He had a fiancé who wanted to travel the rest of the galaxy, but couldn’t convince Matt into leaving with her. She ended up leaving on the ship that would cause the creation of the Awoken while Matt stayed on Earth and witnessed the Collapse. His name was teasingly given to him by some other Guardians who were bullying him when he first came to the City as a Guardian (they called him a floormat due to his tendency for falling on his face).
Family: No living relatives, but he considers his fireteam his family
Best Friend: Roq-5 AKA Rocky; these two are so close, some people mistake them for a couple LOL
Significant Other/Love interest: Suriya Hawthorne, girlfriend
Friends, Enemies, Acquaintances, and Colleagues: The leader of Fireteam Misfit. He has respectful relationships with Isaac and Marvel, a strong platonic sibling/soulmate relationship with Hannah, acts like an older brother to Ace and Lunaa, and is quite supportive of Uldren. Good friends with Fon (@tobestik’s OC). Highly respects the Speaker and the Vanguard. He’s friends with literally everyone in the Last City and beyond, and one of the biggest supporters of the friendly relations between the House of Light and Caiatl’s forces. His only enemies are the ones presented as such (Ghaul, Oryx, Savathun, etc.) and anyone who fully aligns themself with the Darkness (Guardians who wield Darkness abilities were hard for him to get used to at first, but he’s made peace with it; however you will never see him doing anything of the sort)
Phys. Health/Mental Health: Perfect physical health; has minor PTSD from when Isaac died
Education: He knows a lot about all the different alien species in the galaxy (it’s a special interest of his). He’s also well-versed in all the different weapons and weapon types that exist; he’s basically a major nerd
Religion: He believes very much in the Traveler and that it truly is the world’s savior
Romantic/sexual preference: Hetero
Interests/Hobbies: He collects artifacts and weapons from other species and likes to display them in his quarters
Favorite phrases: “Welcome to the Last City!”, “I can help!”, and *crashing noises*
Favorite color(s): Red and bronze
Favorite food/drink: Coffee
Favorite music: Country and soft rock
Favorite quote/saying: “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all”
Weapon(s) of choice: The Sunshot and Huckleberry; most pistols and hand cannons honestly
Role model: All of the Vanguard, but mainly Zavala
Important personal item/Prized possession: His cloak, which was gifted to him by the Speaker after he first came to the Last City
Creator trait(s): The ability to dance, Midwestern accent, PTSD due to loss, love of coffee, being the voice of reason, natural older sibling nature, getting awkward around romantic interests, collecting and displaying trinkets
Inspiration for creation: When I first started playing Destiny, I wanted to make a character that looked like McCree from Overwatch, but I ended up making him just straight up look like Matt Mercer instead LOL. My reasoning was further supported by the fact that the og voice for male humans was in fact actual Matt Mercer haha
Featured in: Anything related to my main Destiny AU staring Fireteam Misfit
#OC: Matt#my OCs#OC intros#yes he is literally just Matt Mercer as a cowboy; deal with it LOL#someone once called him the most sunshine Hunter in existence and THEY WERE RIGHT#down with edgy Hunters; sunshine Hunters are IN#one of my most beloved OCs fr
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The ask game tolls for thee!
7, 9, 10, 12
Ace Attorney or not, go nuts!
~athena-appreciation-page
PS. Cheers for your ask on this little game! I really had to think about those lol
(Answered 12 already, skipping it here bc no one wants to read my silly rant again)
7. Ah the hardest one yet!! I don’t really hate any characters besides the typically hated ones, and even less of those are for fandom reasons. After a lot of thought I’m going to go with Iris fey/Hawthorne/whatever her last name is bc I forgot. I don’t hate her!!! I am pretty neutral on her. But I do think her significance to the overall story is a bit exaggerated sometimes and a lot of content I see of her just feels weird and maybe out of character even. Disclaimer though, it’s been a hot minute since aa3 for me and when I play it during my current playthrough w my gf my opinion will probably change.
9. The easy answer here is the gross stuff in like. Turnabout big top. But I want a less typical answer so aside from that sort of thing I’m going to say something a bit strange: the increasing scale of the main conflicts of the games. We went from the main storylines being centered around the main cast (not impacting the world at large) to the stuff in aa5 (impacting the world but not to an extreme amount) to the multiple-country/ worldwide stuff in aa6 and tgaa. And while I adore tgaa and overall like aa6 I feel like there’s a certain amount of charm that is lost when it gets to these higher stakes and more globally impactful events. I also just think it’s a less good and maybe lazy way to try to get the games to outdo the old ones. Especially when ace attorney tends to emphasize family and platonic bonds over everything else. The later games still emphasize those things but in a much different context. While we see in tgaa that they can pull this off well, it makes me worry for the future of the series. They seem to think in order to keep the games interesting they have to go bigger and bigger, and that just isn’t the case???
10. I feel like for this one it has to be the way people treat edgeworth??? He’s mean especially in the early games!!! Stop babying him!!! Aside from this though I also don’t like the way people like to put the characters into a nuclear family structure when they are very much not. Headcanons are good and I’ll admit I agree with some fanon interpretations but the ace attorney fandom tends to be a bit of a hivemind with this stuff. Like Phoenix isn’t Apollo and Athena’s dad or Maya’s brother. His relationship with them (ESPECIALLY MAYA) is a lot more complex and less nuclear family-like. Let it be complex sometimes. It’s fun, actually.
#wow more long rants I don’t shut up but that’s ok#I just hope these made sense at least lol#I’m not good at making points through social media I need a full essay with citations and structure to really say things how I mean them#also glad you liked the questions I sent you!!!#you chose some hard ones for me as well esp bc a lot of my ace attorney feelings w the fandom are Complicated and Messy lmao
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MY ACCOUNT
BASICS
MASTERLIST
Key/Legend
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[f. name] - first name
[l. name]- last name
[s/b. name] - sister's/brother's name
[bsf. name] - best friend's name
[e. color] - eye color
[h. color] - hair color
[h. length] - hair length
[f. place] - favorite place
[m.name] - moms name
[d.name] - dads name
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I CAN DO
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Anime/Shows
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Bungou Stray Dogs
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Fukuzawa Yukichi, Akiko Yosano, Atsushi Nakajima, Doppo Kunikida, Jun’ichiro Tanizaki, Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Kirako Haruno, Katai Tayama. ADA. Ougai Mori, Chuuya Nakahara, Kouyou Ozaki, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Ichiyo Higuchi, Ryurou Hirotsu, Gin Akutagawa, Motojiro Kajii, Sakunosuke Oda⁺, Ango Sakaguchi. PM. Francis S. Fitzgerald, Edgar A. Poe, H. P. Lovecraft, John Steinbeck, Lucy M. Montgomery, Louisa M. Alcott, Margaret Mitchell, Mark Twain. TG. Teruko Okura, Michizo Tachihara, Saigiku Jouno, Tetchou Suehiro. HD. Fyodor Dostoevsky, Mushitrou Oguri, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. MISC.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Kenji Miyazawa, Kyoka Izumi, Naomi Tanizaki. ADA. Elise, Kyusaku “Q” Yumeno. PM. Aya Koda. MISC.
Jujutsu Kaisen
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Satoru Gojo, Kiyotaka Ijici, Shoko Ieiri, Akari Nitta, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki. TOKYO. Utahime Iori, Mai Zenin, Kokichi “Mechamaru” Muta, Kasumi Miwa, Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo, Momo Nishimiya. KYOTO. Kento Nanami, Mei Mei, Sukuna Ryomen, Mahito, Choso, Suguru Geto, Junpei Yoshino⁺. MISC.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Panda.
Demon Slayer; Kimetsu no Yaiba
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Amane Ubuyashiki, Giyuu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Kanae Kocho, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Aoi Kanzaki, Sabito. DEMON SLAYER CORPS. Muzan Kibutsuji, Tamayo, Yushiro, Nakime “Biwa Demon”, Kokushibo, Douma, Hantengu’s Clones [ Sekido[Anger], Karaku[Pleasure], Aizetsu[Sorrow], Urogi[Joy], Zohakuten[Hatred] ], Gyutaro, Enmu. DEMONS. Suma, Makio, Hinatsuru, Hotaru Hagenezuka, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. MISC.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Hinaki Ubuyashiki, Nichika Ubuyashiki, Kiriya Ubuyashiki, Kanata Ubuyashiki, Kuina Ubuyashiki, Muichiro Tokito, Sakonji Urokodaki, Jigoro Kawajima, Shinjuro Rengoku, Sumi Nakahara, Kiyo Terauchi, Naho Takada, Makomo, Senjuro Rengoku, Kotetsu. MISC.
Toilet Bound Hanako-kun
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Nene Yashiro, Kou Minamoto, Teru Minamoto, Sakura Nanamine, Natsuhiko Hyuuga, Aoi Akane [female], Akane Aoi [male], Lemon Yamabuki. STUDENTS. Tsuchigomori, Yako, Hanako-kun, Tsukasa Yugi, Mitsuba Sousuke. MISC.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Tiara Minamoto.
Haikyuu
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, Ryuosuke Tanaka, Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kyoko Shimizu, Hitoka Yachi, Ittetsu Takeda, Keishin Ukai, Yui Michimiyam Mao Aihara, Rinko Sudo, Moe Kikuchi, Manami Aoki,, Chizuru Sasaki. KARASUNO. Tetsuro Kuroo, Lev Haiba, Kenma Kozume. NEKOMA. Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shigeru Yahaba, Akira Kunimi, Kentaro Kyotani. AOBA JOHSAI. Takanobu Aone, Kosuke Sakunami, Kaname Moniwa, Mai Nametsu. DATE TECH. Kotaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Akinori Konoha, Yukie Shirofuku, Kaori Suzumeda. FUKURODANI. Wakatoshi Ushijma, Eita Semi, Satori Tendo. SHIRATORIZAWA. Kiyoomi Sakusa, Rintaro Suna, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Saeko Tanaka, Alisa Haiba, Akane Yamamoto, Yuji Terushima, Hana Misaki, Runa Kuribayashi. MISC.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ [BLANK]
Moriarty the Patriot
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Henry Antrim, James Bonde, Fred Pollock, Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, Miss Hudson, John H. Watson, William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Miss Moneypenny, Sebastian Moran, Von Herder, Mary Watson.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ [BLANK]
Tokyo Revengers
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Takemichi Hanagaki, Chifuyu Matsuno, Seishu Inui, Takashi Mitsuya, Haruki Hayashida [Pah-chin], Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Senju Kawaragi, Taiju Shiba, Hakkai Shiba, Kazushi Yamagishi, Atsushi Sendo, Takuya Yamamoto, Kazutora Hanemiya, Keisuke “Edward” Baji, Shinichiro Sano, Emma Sano, Hinata Tachibana, Yuzuha Shiba, Hajime Kokonoi, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho, Kanji Mochizuki, Ken “Draken” Ryuguji, Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Naoto Tachibana, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Shion Madarame, Shuji Hanma, Takeomi Akashi, Tetta Kisaki, Wakasa Imaushi, Keizo “Benkei” Arashi.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Mana Mitsuya, Luna Mitsuya.
Black Butler
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Sebastian Michaelis, Bardroy, Finnian, Mey-Rin, Snake, Vincent Phantomhive, Rachel Phantomhive, Francis Midford, Edward Midford, Paula, Charles Grey, Charles Phipps, Grelle, William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, Undertaker, Angelina Dalles [Madam Red], Lau, Beast, Dagger, Joker, “Prince” Soma Asman Kadar, Agni, Aleister Chamber, Ran-Mao, Claude Faustus, Hannah Annafellows, Angela Blanc, Ash Landers.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Ciel Phantomhive, Tanaka, Elizabeth Midford, Doll, Peter, Wendy, Alois Trancy, Pluto.
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Aiura Mikoto, Hairo Kineshi, Kaidou Shun, Kuboyasu Aren, Saiki Kusuke, Saiki Kusuo, Saiko Metori, Teruhashi Kokomi, Teruhashi Makoto, Toritsuka Reita, Yumehara Chiyo.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ [BLANK]
Angels of Death
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Isaac Foster, Catherine Ward, Daniel Dickens.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Edward Mason, Rachel Gardner.
Games
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Genshin Impact
[note; don't ask me to write Mika]
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Aloy, Ayaka Kamisato, Ayato Kamisato, Baizhu, Barbara, Beidou, Candace, Childe/Tartaglia, Chongyun, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc Ragnvindr, Eula Lawrence, Ganyu, Gorou, Shikanoin Heizou, Hu Tao, Arataki Itto, Jean Gunnhildr, Kaeya Alberich, Kaveh, Kazuha Kaedehara, Keqing, Sangonomiya Kokomi, Kuki Shinobu, Layla, Lisa Minci, Lumine, Mona Megistus, Nilou, Ningguang, Noelle, Raiden Shogun/Ei, Rosaria, Kirara, Kujou Sara, Shenhe, Sucrose, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Scaramouche/The Balladeer, Xiao, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yae Miko, Yanfei, Yelan, Yoimiya, Yun Jin, Zhongli.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Amber, Barbara, Bennett, Collei, Diona, Dori, Faruzan, Fischl, Klee, Nahida, Qiqi, Razor, Sayu, Xiangling, Yaoyao.
Cookie Run: Ovenbreak
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ There are just so many... I eliminated everyone who can’t be romantic so just find a cookie that isn’t platonic.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Angel Cookie, Apple Cookie, Bell Pepper Cookie, Cherry Cookie, Chess Choco Cookie, Chestnut Cookie, Cream Puff Cookie, Devil Cookie, Firecracker Cookie, Gingerbrave, Gingerbright, Grapefruit Cookie, Gumball Cookie, Lollipop Cookie, Mango Cookie, Moon Rabbit Cookie, Mustard Cookie, Onion Cookie, Pancake Cookie, Peppermint Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie, Pond Dine Cookie, Pudding Cookie, Skater Cookie, Snow Sugar Cookie, Soda Cookie, Sorbet Shark Cookie, Squid Ink Cookie, Strawberry Cookie, Tiramisu Cookie, Walnut Cookie, Wizard Cookie.
Honkai Star Rail
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Himeko, Welt, Dan Heng, March 7th, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Arlan, Asta, Gepard, Bronya, Seele, Sampo, Pela, Serval, Natasha, Jing Yuan, Tingyun, Sushang, Qingque, Luka, Blade, Yukong, Luocha.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Herta, Clara, Hook, Yanqing, Bailu.
Twisted Wonderland
ROMANTICALLY
╰┈➤ Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond, Deuce Spade, Dire Crowley, Epel Felmier, Floyd Leech, Idia Shroud, Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim, Leona Kingscholar, Lillia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia, Rook Hunt, Ruggie Bucchi, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver, Trey Clover, Vil Shoenheit, Divius Crewel, Sam.
PLATONIC
╰┈➤ Ortho Shroud, Grim.
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tell me about your favorite platonic relationships in bsd!
There are many so!!!
Yosano and Ranpo, because like. You look at the scene where Ranpo is like "We dont want you for your ability, we want you because you're a good person" and tell me that they wouldn't have been best friends from the get go. It doesn't help that everyone likes Ranpo but that just makes it better.
Atsushi and Kyouka obviously. She gets a big brother and neither of them have to feel alone anymore. Tfw u met ur soon to be found family trying to blow up a train.
Kenji and Kyouka. I need them to interact more please please please. Kenji teaching Kyouka to plant a little garden and then you pan over and also see Demon Snow working with a little trowel too. The comedic potential and also they need more friends their own age.
Chuuya and Kouyou obviously, they're very close with each other and probably know each other like the back of their hands. Kouyou needs to tease Chuuya more in public though.
Would kill to see Lucy, Margaret, and Louisa have a guild girls night out/sleepover in Lucy's space. They spend the night giving Anne a makeover but they definitely tried to make it look bad. It was fun, like a group coloring session. No boys allowed sorry Hawthorne and Fitzgerald.
#theres probably more but!!!! all of these mean so much 2 me#message in a bottle#atsus lucie#idk if the skull emoji u sent after this is for the oc ask game or bc u sent this ask to the wrong person but#either way this was a fun ask :3
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Oh em gee how was the brothers Hawthorne? (you can rant if you want)
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I. LOVED. EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT!!!
first of all!! GIGI GRAYSON! i love her sm already! she's so much like xander (he's my face hawthorne hehe) and i just need them to interact more!! the duo has so much potential! (platonically ofc, i'm a maxander(?) shipper to my core)
acacia grayson is the mother figure grayson needs and deserves. and this is the hill i will die on.
and the parallels between grayson and savannah??? they're literally the sunshine protectors! (gigi being the sunshine in question)
also i personally find the gigi x mattias ship really weird since he works for eve
moving over to jameson!
the averyjameson content in this one is killing me😭😭 i'm so in love with them
jameson's boldness is kinda scary if i'm being honest, LIKE NOT HIM PLACING THAT ONE LONG TERM BET RIGHT IN FRONT OF ROHAN
and zella??? her character is so well written, she's hands down the most mysterious and intriguing character in here
Ian screwed jamie over so badly btw?? my boy did NOT deserve that!!!
however, the thing that sticks out to be the most is how tobias and his words are still haunting the boys TO THIS DAY!! it's straight up sickening and i hate jen for writing this so well
#that was kinda long lol#do not give me the chance to rant about books bc i will type wayyy too much#—ask away ~꒰undercover꒱~#<🌷anon >
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relationships;
biography | wanted connections | wanted & ongoing plots | aesthetic | home - rhodes farm
FAMILY.
Eric Rhodes (npc); father
Ryan Rhodes (npc); older brother
[Wanted Connection]; younger sister
Waverly Erickson; distant cousin
PLATONIC.
Aarin Duskin; professional peer, friendly acquaintance
Benjamin Jackson; brother to ex-boyfriend, professional peer, friend
Callum Jackson; brother to ex-boyfriend, friend
Chantel Bedford; close friend, neighbour
Charlie Davis; farm mentor, neighbour
Dean Walker; friend, best friend of ex-boyfriend
Logan Walker; a journalist who ran a story on him, friendly acquaintance
Elian Browne; drinking buddy
Evren Osman; fishing buddy
Haven Sinclair; friend, grief support group buddy
Johnny Wagner; former babysitter of Johnny, catered his wedding, friends
Julian Heywood; fishing buddy, celebrity friend
Lenny Clairmont; neighbour, the major's wife, friendly acquaintance
Logan Walker; a journalist who ran a story on him and the diner, friendly acquaintance
Marcus Reyes; friendly acquaintance
Nancy Lee; professional peer, friendly acquaintance
Nate Clairmont; the mayor, friendly acquaintances
Nora Sinclair; employer (private chef), friend
River Jackson; nephew to ex-boyfriend
Sarah Peterson-Ruiz; friend, best friend of ex-boyfriend
Stevie Wagner; catered her wedding, friends
Travis Jackson; brother to ex-boyfriend, friend
Wyatt Wheeler; friendly acquaintance, batting cage buddy
ROMANTIC | SEXUAL | EXES
Andrew Jackson; recent ex-boyfriend
Aindreis Blythe; former lover (Italy)
Aubrey Miller; childhood friend, one night stand
Jaslene Clairmont; ex-girlfriend (Paris, France)
Julieta Alvarez; former friend-with-benefits (New York), turned good friend
Viktor Pierce; high school sweetheart, ex-boyfriend
ANTAGONISTIC.
PROFESSIONAL.
Luciana Medina; weekday manager, friend
Joshua Pryce; former weekend manager, on good terms
Verity Wagner; former waitress, on good terms
Sunny Side Up Diner regular customers
Wyatt Wheeler
SOCIAL GROUPS / TOWN ACTIVITIES.
Aqua Avengers
( kayaking group, spring-summer )
Francisco Fontenelle, Apollo Williams, Andrew Jackson, Aindreis Blythe, Archie Morgan, Tyler Day, Fredrick Sullivan, Jeremy Lieberman
Lake Legion
( fishing, catch and release )
Julian Hawthorne, Aindreis Blythe, Josephine Spring, Fredrick Sullivan, Jeremy Lieberman
LGBTQIA+
( casual, currently not attending to avoid his ex-boyfriend )
Apollo Williams, Andrew Jackson, Santiago Pierce, Aindreis Blythe, Riley Day, Keely Harper, River Jackson,Tyler Day, Grace Cheung, Luciana Bentley, Prue Cassidy, Donny Morgan
Ready Set Clean
( localised to Driftwood Haven )
Apollo Williams, Andrew Jackson, Santiago Pierce, Aindreis Blythe, Riley Day, Keely Harper, River Jackson, Tyler Day, Grace Cheung, Luciana Bentley, Prue Cassidy, Donny Morgan
Watchful Eyes
( localised to Hawthorne Hideaway & Driftwood Haven )
Noah Sinclair, Gale Peterson-Ruiz, Riley Day, Charlie Davis, Max Diaz, Diego Castro, Frederick Sullivan, Jeremy Lieberman, Stevie Wagner, Owen Bentley
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THE RIPPING CASE OF MS. DELIA RODWICK | Chapter Five: Exquisite
WARNINGS BY CHAPTER: MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. Mentions of Abortion, Stillbirth/Pregnancy Complications, and Coma. Background Character Deaths. Loss of Family. Mentions of Alcoholism. Grief. Bible Verses and Churches. Mentions of Religious Hypocrisy. Discussions of Murder/Serial Murder. Sex Worker Prejudice. Eviction.
Word Count: ~4.3K
Fandom: The Alienist
Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x AFAB GN!Reader
Insert Guide: (F/F) = Favorite Flower. (Y/B/N) = Your Brother’s Name. (Y/N) = Your Name.
Translations: Drága = “Darling” in Hungarian.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of the love and support! As always, let me know if you catch a typo, missed warning, or you would like to be added to the taglist. In this chapter, the reader’s clothing is not explicitly described. Also, I’m Pro-Choice, Pro-Universal Healthcare, Pro-Tragic Backstory, and Pro-Political Commentary, and it shows. Some historical facts that influenced this chapter are 1. The maternal mortality rate in the 1800s was about 40%, and the first American, anti-abortion laws were passed in the 1860s, and 2. Injectable insulin wasn’t invented until 1922, and it was super common for those with Type 1 diabetes (such as my own brother) to not live more than a year or two during the time of The Alienist. Furthermore, I would like to clarify that I’m not Anti-Catholic or Anti-Christian; however, I enjoy taking the piss out of organized religion. Enjoy!
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The carriage swayed gently, your grin growing wider as Laszlo’s scowl deepened. “Careful, Dr. Kreizler. Your face may get stuck that way.” You giggled as his gloved fingers tapped the side of his cane with dissatisfaction. Turning his head, he regarded the bustling streets you ambled by with the same attitude as a sulking child. You sighed; there was no point in goading him if he wasn’t going to get riled up. You crossed your arms over your chest as you attempted to catch his eye. “Laszlo,” you sang and smiled sweetly as his frustration wavered—his eyes flicking to yours. “You can’t be mad at me forever.”
Laszlo huffed, his leather gloves groaning as he tightened his grip on his cane—carefully avoiding your gaze once again. “I’m not angry with you,” he replied, and you reached across the aisle between you to lay your own gloved hands on his. Since The Brothel Butcher wrote your name in blood two weeks ago, you lived with Laszlo in a delicate sort of domestic bliss. You weren’t courting, but your friendship found deeper footing; private, platonic displays of physical affection became more common with each passing day. After just a few evenings spent in Laszlo’s home, the touches between you transcended the quiet shadows of his sitting room. You found yourselves holding hands over breakfast and walking arm in arm to his institute. The ritual of reading to each other became a nightly practice you both needed, your fingers finding each others’ easily as one of you fell asleep.
Last night, Laszlo read you “The Artist of the Beautiful” by Nathanial Hawthorne, and you laid your head on his lap as you courteously informed him that you would be coming with him on his jaunt to St. Joseph’s. Laszlo argued against your announcement immediately, wanting you to stay safe within the confines of his home; however, you proved to be pigheadedly persuasive—pressing your beguiling lips to his knuckles as you begged him not to abandon you.
“I won’t permit you to join me. It’s too dangerous,” Laszlo said, sliding his book onto the nearby table.
“What a coincidence,” you countered. “I wasn’t asking for your permission.” The good doctor sighed as he sat up, kindly shoving you off his lap.
“It’s late. You should go to bed,” he grunted, and you got to your feet—tying your robe tighter around your torso as you flashed him a sweet, expectant smile. Laszlo huffed and added, “We have an early day tomorrow.” The squeal that soared past your lips as you wrapped your arms around the alienist brought a bashful smile to his face, masking the unease he felt.
Two weeks spent hiding from The Brothel Butcher was anxiety inducing, but—in Laszlo’s caring custody—you did your best to make the most of it—scandalizing him at every opportunity. You missed Bellerose, but it wasn’t safe to return to work until Delia’s killer was caught. Mr. Sinclair was more than sensitive to your situation, but your landlord—Mr. Lawrence— wasn’t. Both Laszlo and John were with you when you went home to retrieve your personal belongings, and you were afraid for your landlord’s life when you found an eviction notice on your front door. The fire in Laszlo’s eyes could have set the entire block ablaze, but all the good doctor did was ask to use Mr. Lawrence’s landline.
“You’ll stay with me until all of this is sorted,” he said, squeezing your hand heartily before ringing Stevie.
“I can’t. You don’t have room—”
“—Laszlo, be sensible. You have no idea how long it will take to solve this case,” John barked on your behalf. “(Y/N) is not your ward. You’re not married. Having them live with you would be highly improper.”
“If propriety demands that I leave my friend to be killed or freeze to death on the streets, then to hell with propriety,” Laszlo growled through gritted teeth, making you blush at the beautiful way he called you friend. “Stevie and I will make room,” he said, sending a soft smile your way.
Prying Laszlo’s weaker fingers away from his cane, your hand held his encouragingly. “I know you’re worried, but I’m safe with you.” You leaned forward, finally ensnaring his eyes with your own. “You said so yourself.”
“I can only do so much to protect you,” Laszlo whispered, flexing his weaker fingers atop your palm as if to remind you of his disability—his handicap, as he saw it. Rather than defend his damaging self-image, as he expected everyone to, you laid your free hand on his and sighed.
“You do more than enough,” you said, meeting his hand with your mouth—laying your lips over his leather-clad knuckles. A bashful blush overtook his cheeks, and you chuckled victoriously. “Besides, there’s no need to worry about Father Sanctor. He’s—” You floundered for a moment, trying to find the right words. “Well, he’s practically a father to me,” you joked.
“It is not Father Sanctor that Sara and I are suspicious of,” Laszlo assured you— placidly pulling his hand from yours. “Ms. Howard already interviewed him, but she suspects that our killer may be a member of his congregation.”
“You think The Brothel Butcher knows me from St. Joseph’s?”
“It’s possible,” he replied. “I believe that our killer may feel he is on a holy crusade of some kind—cleansing the city. It would explain his appetite.”
“Prostitutes,” you mumbled, your eyebrows furrowing as you focused on your overlapped fingers. Your velvet gloves’ grip suddenly felt too tight—too firm and fixed like concrete keeping overgrown roots at bay. Ever since Delia’s murder, you found that your hands were filled with an empty sort of ache at her memory. In a fit, you freed your fingers—tossing your gloves onto the seat beside you. Laszlo said nothing, or nothing that you expected.
“Just as Sodom and Gomorrah and the surrounding cities, which likewise indulged in sexual immorality and pursued unnatural desire, serve as an example by undergoing a punishment of eternal fire,” he recited with a sneer.
Looking Laszlo over with a sly smile, you said, “I didn’t know you were religious.”
“I’m not, but both of my parents were.”
“As were mine,” you offered. “I was never particularly religious either. I found the church to be immensely hypocritical; however, when my father passed, St. Joseph’s was the only home I had left.”
“You’ve never spoken to me about your parents,” Laszlo observed coolly—calculated in a way that was willful and so wonderfully him. To anyone else, the alienist’s attitude would be viewed as arrogant and prying, but—to you—it was comforting, an intimate reminder that you weren’t invisible.
“You never asked, Dr. Kreizler,” you teased.
“How old were you when your father died?”
Your eyes widened, and a wounded laugh left your lips. So the interrogation begins...
“Seventeen,” you answered. “My father was a good man, though he was rather absent from my life.” Laszlo hummed encouragingly, and you continued, “He was married to his work. I only ever saw him on holidays, birthdays, and early mornings, when my nightmares kept me awake long enough to see him home.”
“Nightmares?” Laszlo tilted his head inquisitively; he thought you slept serenely through the night.
“Yes,” you murmured. “I was an anxious and easily frightened child.”
“What did you dream of?”
You sighed. “Cities of clay being swallowed by the ocean; pale, ghostly hands reaching for me from the darkest corners of my room; a woman with sharp, shark-like teeth and bandages over her eyes standing by my bed…” You forced a smile as you said, “I have a very creative imagination.” Looking out the carriage window, you worried your bottom lip between your teeth as you trudged on, “I woke up screaming almost every night, covered in sweat and barely able to breathe. Usually, I read by candlelight in the sitting room until I fell back asleep. My father would come home and carry me to bed.” A fragile grin clutched the corners of your lips. “Sometimes, I would find a (F/F) sitting on my nightstand the next morning. Our neighbor, Mrs. Galgot, grew them on her front stoop in an old wheelbarrow. My father used to say that fairies plucked them for me…”
“Where was your mother during all of this?”
Your smile ceased. “Dead.”
Laszlo swallowed thickly, his hands clenching around his cane. “I’m so sorry—”
“—It’s alright,” you interrupted, bringing your gaze back to his. “I was young when it happened. Five or six. Childbirth.”
“Did the baby survive,” he asked, licking his lip nervously—torn between needing to know everything about you and being afraid of disfiguring your friendship.
“No,” you replied. “The baby passed away long before the birth.” Looking down, your nails dug into your knees. You didn’t need to say anything. Laszlo knew the likelihood of sepsis setting in as a result of stillbirth; he understood how difficult it was for a working class woman to get an abortion. “For a long time,” you continued, “it was just my older brother, my father, and I.” Taking a tremulous breath, your chest tightened under the weight of all you lost. “Then it was just me and my father.” You paused, a pained sob pushing past your teeth. “Then it was just me.”
Laszlo’s eyebrows furrowed, and he frowned—his mouth mirroring your own. You hoped that would be the end of your exchange, assuming Laszlo would leave you alone so he could sink into the satisfaction of having pried open every single wound on your soul. You gasped when, instead, he sat beside you as carefully as the moving carriage could allow. Laszlo reached for you, and you fell into the alienist’s arms—the crook of his neck cradling your head. Your heart raced as you realized that—up until this moment—you initiated all the instances of physical touch between you, and Laszlo merely requited in kind.
“Where is he,” Laszlo asked, his left arm wrapping tightly around you. In response to your confused hum, he clarified, “Your brother.”
“Buried,” you replied. “Alongside the rest of my family.” Laszlo took a bleak, soul-shattering breath, and you barely managed to mutter, “Diabetes mellitus.” Catching your nails on the fur collar of his coat, you continued, “He died a year before my father. We watched him waste away over the course of a few months until he fell into a coma.” A few tears trailed down your cheeks, staining the soft smile that overtook your face with sorrow. “He was a jokester: my brother. He could make anyone laugh, and he used to play the most horrible pranks on me.”
Leaning your head back, you laid your chin on Laszlo’s shoulder—a soft, sad sigh leaving your lips. “He used to steal my clothes, and I usually had to walk around the house—naked—until I found them.” Tilting your head to the side, your eyes held the alienist in an earnest embrace. “Come to think of it, that may be the reason I was drawn to my profession,” you said with a laugh, though Laszlo’s expression remained stoic and solemn.
You huffed, reaching up a hand to cup your companion’s cheek. Laszlo’s mouth twisted in trepidation as he hesitated to lean into your touch. “It’s okay to ask questions,” you cooed. “You’re an alienist, after all. It’s in your nature, and I don’t want to keep any part of myself hidden from you.”
Laszlo’s eyes searched your face as he squeezed your shoulder with his strong hand. “You’ve lost so much—”
“—Ask,” you insisted, dropping your fingers from his face to hold his hand. “I know you have more questions.”
“How did your father pass?”
“I’m still not entirely sure,” you answered. “The coroner suspected a brain-bleed or liver failure. My father turned to alcohol after my mother passed, and his drinking only grew more severe after (Y/B/N) died.” Laszlo’s gaze glazed over at the mention of your father’s addiction, and his fingers slid between yours on your shoulder.
Did his father drink as well?
Squeezing his hand as you said, “Father Sanctor found him in a ditch near his house. Mortimer and my father were very good friends, practically brothers. They were supposed to have dinner together that evening—”
You let out a squawk of surprise as Laszlo leaned forward, wrapping his weaker arm around you. Freezing in his embrace, your right hand found purchase in his hair—tangling his locks between your fingers. Your other hand idled shyly in the space between his shoulders. Much like the moment you made him promise to solve Delia’s murder, you felt something within you snap like a weak, wooden board splintering beneath the weight of a shoe. You sobbed, your chest trembling against his. Burying your nose in the crook of his neck, you inhaled the sweet smell of cedar and lavender that accented his throat as you gasped for air. “Forgive me,” you whimpered, forcing a wet laugh past your lips. “All I’m able to do around you is cry.”
Laszlo pulled away, leaving you cold without his arms encompassing you. On instinct, your hand latched onto the lapel of his coat, holding him close as you tried to piece yourself together. His hand caressed your cheek, tilting your eyes up to hold his, and you hiccupped—hearing the way his own throat was thick with woe. “You have nothing to apologize for,” the alienist assured you. “You’ve experienced so much pain—”
You interrupted Laszlo with a whine, a tattered and tenuous sound, as you tried to shake your head free of your sorrow. Sniffling, your hand clasped his coat harder. “Most days, my grief feels as though it is a permanent part of me...a dark, oozing wound on my heart. The weight of my own survival feels like it might smother me.” A quick, quivering breath caught in your chest as you continued, “In those moments, I try my best to remember those I haven’t lost. New friends. New loved ones, and people to live for.” Your shaking fingers found his on your cheek. “John. Sara. Marcus. Lucius. Stevie, and little Annie.” Blushing, you remembered the little, pigtailed girl who befriended you over the course of your intermittent visits to Laszlo’s institute. Ann Marie, or Annie, asked Laszlo if you were an angel, and she spent the remainder of the day latched onto your leg after he whispered that you were. “...You.”
Your eyes locked on Laszlo’s, and you lost your breath under his heady, honey-brown irises. A tear of his own trailed down his cheek, and you caught it on your thumb. It was quiet in the carriage, a rich warmth crackling between you—straining like the sky before it is split open by lightning. Inhaling sharply, Laszlo’s gaze ghosted down to your lips, and—wordlessly—you drifted toward each other like saltwater waves to the shore—like anchors to the bottom of the ocean—like monarch butterflies to the Sierra Madre Mountains—like every possible, poetic cliché ever coined to recount how lovers long for each other’s mouths. You were desperate; both of you were so wildly desperate—determined to tangle your lips together and release all of your rancid, bloody bruises onto each other’s tongues.
I love him, you thought, and your nose brushed his as your breaths mingled—your lips a rose petal’s width apart—so close to closing the space between you. God, I love him.
You shrieked, separating yourself from Laszlo as a series of loud bangs suddenly shook the carriage. Looking over your shoulder, you both saw Stevie standing outside—a single, brunette eyebrow raised in rebellious judgement.
The good doctor adjusted his jacket as he refused to look you in the eye. “It seems, we’ve arrived—”
“—Yes.”
“We should get going—”
“—Of course,” you squeaked, clearing your throat as you clamored out of the carriage.
Laszlo followed you hesitantly, his eyes fixed away from you as he addressed Stevie, “Wait by the carriage. This shouldn’t take long.” Without so much as a nod, Laszlo walked forward—not waiting for you as he made his way inside St. Joseph’s.
St. Joseph's hadn’t changed much since the last time your shoes scuffed its flawless, white, tile floors. In fact, everything looked the same from the perfect, maple pews to the ornate, oaken confessional booths. The same stone, baptismal font guarded the front doors. The same solid, brass tabernacle sat on the church’s stage—the same Eucharist. The same set of three, clear, crystal chandeliers hung overhead, and the same stained-glass windows cast golden shadows over the church’s wooden walls. The same crucifix was fixed over the tabernacle, Jesus’ emaciated face painted red by a ring of thorns.
Your back straightened on instinct upon entering the church—your mother’s quiet, concerned voice echoing inside your skull. Chin up. Fix your shoulders.
A smirk tickled your lips as Laszlo took off his bowler hat. In some sick way, you were glad that you weren’t the only one being groped by the heavy hands of ritual. In turn, the alienist observed you amusedly—a delicate blush dusting his cheeks as you dipped your fingers into the font and crossed yourself carefully.
“I thought you weren’t religious,” Laszlo teased—the tender, lilting growl of his accent echoing along the church’s empty pews.
“I’m not,” you said, submerging your fingers in the font once again. “Though the routine still resonates.” Lifting your hand to Laszlo’s forehead, you laughed—dragging your fingers down to his chest. “The Father. The Son, and The Holy Spirit,” you said—made the sign of the cross. The corner of your companion’s mouth turned up, matching your mutedly delighted grin. Your heart ached with the awareness that your moment in the carriage hadn’t abandoned either of you. Even in the house of God, the same one you both grew to hate for its hypocrisy, an invisible teether pulled taut between you—encouraging you to close the distance.
“—Only someone ordained by the church can perform a blessing,” a deep, dry voice interrupted. “Or has it been so long that you have forgotten?”
Your gaze swiftly snapped away from Laszlo, spying Mortimer across the room—walking toward you welcomingly. Father Sanctor’s grey hair and wide, white smile glinted kindly under the candlelight. “Father,” you yelled happily, hurriedly rushing into his waiting arms—tripping over yourself to genuflect toward the tabernacle. “You always ruin my fun!”
Mortimer chuckled, hoarse and hearty, as he hugged you. With a sigh, he stepped back—clasping your hands in his which were warm and weathered with age. “It has been too long, little dove,” he said with a soft, concerned smile. “Are you well? There was a young woman here recently who implied you were in a bit of trouble.”
You floundered under his fatherly eyes, struggling to explain everything. “It’s a long story—”
“—Father Sanctor,” Laszlo interrupted, and you thanked God in silence for freeing you from the burden of unburdening yourself.
“Oh!” Laying a hand on Laszlo’s shoulder, you said, “Forgive me, Father Sanctor—”
The priest smiled. “—Please, (Y/N). Mass is over. You may call me Mortimer.”
A weight you weren’t aware you were carrying slipping from your shoulders. “Of course. Mortimer. This is my dear friend, Dr. Laszlo Kreizler,” you offered. “Dr. Kreizler, this is The Reverend Father Mortimer Sanctor.” Father Sanctor’s infectious smile spread as he reached for Laszlo’s hand, and you bit your lip—bliss licking along your cheeks as you watched two of the most important men in your life become acquainted. “Dr. Kreizler can explain everything,” you promised the priest. “He has a few questions for you regarding The Brothel Butcher.”
“The Brothel Butcher,” Mortimer tugged his hand away from the good doctor as if his touch hurt him, and he turned to you with a look of wide-eyed worry. The priest’s eyes flicked over your face. “Is this about your friend, Dahlia?”
“Delia,” you corrected.
“Of course. My apologies,” Father Sanctor said with a shake of his head, focusing his attention back on the alienist. “I met her a few months ago. The young woman I mentioned, Ms. Howard,” he hesitantly clarified, looking to you for confirmation. You nodded. “She asked me about her. I’m afraid I told the young detective all I know.”
“I suspect you may know more than you believe, Father,” Laszlo firmly offered. “Ms. Howard and myself believe that the killer may have ties to your congregation.”
Mortimer’s face contoured with confusion. “My congregation?”
“The nature of the murders, specifically the killer’s appetite in victims, has led us to believe that the man we’re looking for may be religious,” Laszlo explained with an easy cadence, the same one he used with the small children under his care.
“I don’t understand—”
“—Prostitutes,” you interjected. “The killer is fixated on those who sell their bodies for a profit, and the wounds he leaves across his victims’ torsos are similar to the sign of the cross.”
“I see, but...” Mortimer trailed off, taking a moment to process your point before addressing the alienist at your side. “Why my congregation? There are hundreds of churches—”
“—The killer left my name at the newest crime scene,” you said with a sigh, flinching when Father Sanctor’s outraged response echoed off the walls of the church.
“What! Why?” He looked wildly between the both of you, his face flushing. You grabbed his elbow, guiding him to a pew before he could faint. “What are you doing here? It’s not safe! You should be in police custody—”
“—(Y/N) is safe in my care, I assure you,” Laszlo said, helping Father Sanctor sit down.
You stumbled over your words as you tried to assuage his worry. “We aren’t sure why he’s after me, but—”
“—Is this because of Dahlia?”
“Delia,” you bit back, an angry edge taking over your voice. “It’s not her fault, so don’t you dare insinuate that it is.”
Father Sanctor’s eyes softened, and he regarded you with such fond, fatherly affection that Laszlo felt the need to look away—afraid of the intimacy he was intruding upon. Mortimer sighed, suddenly exhausted. “Forgive me, my child,” he urged, resting his weathered fingers on the sides of your face. “I only want what’s best for you. After your father passed—”
“—I know,” you muttered. “It’s alright.” Taking a deep breath, you brought your hands up to his and held them tightly. “You can trust, Dr. Kreizler. I do,” you promised, looking to Laszlo. You smiled sadly. “If you need me, I’ll be lighting a candle.”
Laszlo watched you walk away in silence, your heels gliding gracefully across the ground as you approached the votive stand. Your hands swept over the candles like smoke through water as you lit one and weaved your fingers together in prayer, your palms kissing pitifully. The stand’s small, swaying flames cast crimson shadows across your face—illuminating your (E/C) eyes not unlike the candlelight in The Water Lily Room. Laszlo’s chest constricted at the sight.
“Sit,” Father Sanctor said, signaling to the seat beside him. “I’m not getting any younger.”
Laszlo replied in a clumsy daze, crossing his ankles under the pew. “I promise you, Father, (Y/N) is safe—”
“—What are your intentions?”
“Pardon?”
“What are your intentions with (Y/N),” Mortimer asked, accentuating every syllable.
Laszlo stammered, his throat taking on a rosy tinge. “I enjoy their company a great deal,” he answered honestly. “In the short time that I’ve known them, I believe they have made me a better man.” Licking his lips nervously, Laszlo wrung his cane as a cautious fear filled him. The good doctor’s eyes focused on the way your back bowed forward in prayer, and he promised, “I would like to court them, if they would allow me the privilege.”
Father Sanctor’s response was ruthlessly protective. “Do you believe you can provide the kind of love they deserve, Dr. Kreizler?”
“Yes,” Laszlo whispered—weak, but warm with all the sweetness of summer sunshine. “I believe I can. I want to.”
Mortimer nodded knowingly. “Ask your questions.”
You slid on your gloves uneasily as Laszlo sat across from you in the carriage. “Did you get everything you need?” Your visit didn’t last long after you decided to light a candle for Delia, even if Mortimer tried to stretch out your stay by insisting you to go to confession.
“Yes,” Laszlo answered, adjusting the hat on his head. “I believe we may have a lead.”
Your eyebrows raised expectantly, excited in a way that made your gut twist with grief. “Well,” you prodded when the alienist didn’t immediately elaborate.
The good doctor’s gaze drifted passed you to the carriage window as he mulled over whatever Mortimer said. “Father Sanctor mentioned that a young man with a severe stutter and copper hair came to Mass looking for you. He seemed angry, and—when he went to confession—he said something about...” Laszlo’s voice trailed off; his mouth was moving, but you heard no sound. Your mind was overwhelmed with the memory of intense, covetous eyes watching you rogue your cheeks and teeth that smelled like rotten tuna.
“Exquisite,” he whispered…Exquisite.
“—(Y/N)!” You inhaled sharply, your lungs burning as you realized you had been holding your breath. Laszlo’s arms kept you upright. “Drága, are you alright?”
“Augustus,” you whimpered on the wave of a small, scared sound—staring into nothing aside from all the horrible things that used to haunt you. Cities of clay swallowed by the ocean. Pale, ghostly hands reaching for you from the darkest corners of your room. A woman with sharp, shark-like teeth and bandages over her eyes standing by your bed. A man who looked like he worked in a coal mine rather than in a burlesque club.
Exquisite.
“Augustus Clayton.”
Laszlo’s eyes widened, and he rapped his cane against the roof of the carriage. “Stevie! Take us to Ms. Howard’s and hurry!”
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IDK IF I ASKED THIS BUT: GRAVERY/JAVERY (i made these names up on the spot??)
In the first book I liked Avery x Grayson more because I felt like there was more build up but at some point between The Inheritance Games and The Hawthorne Legacy I started thinking that this series would have been more fun to me if Avery's relationships with all the brothers had stayed solely platonic and there was less romance drama.
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Finnick Odair x Reader!Gale’s Sister plzzz
Finnick Odair x Hawthorne!Reader
Summary: Being stuck in District 13 has been nothing but a living hell. Your boyfriend makes it more bearable for you. Now, your brother on the other hand...
Warnings/Tags: Finnick Odair x Reader Established relationship (romantic), Gale Hawthorne x Reader (Platonic),
A/N: Requests are open! PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed this story and want to see more like it!
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Gale had been miserable every second you spent with your boyfriend, Finnick. The PDA and the looks you gave each other made him crazy.
His older sister should not date so soon after all of that trauma. Gale told himself that he just didn't want his sister to date any guy. But, deep down he knew it was most likely due to the fact that he was still on love with Katniss.
You walked down the hall, hands clasped with Finnick's. The two of you were separate very little. Not that there was anywhere to go if you did separate.
The base was extremely cramped. So many people had escaped the grasp of the Capitol. So many refugees.
"Your brother isn't going to kill me?" Finnick asked. He was only half joking. He knew Gale was good with a bow, and well, the looks Gale gave Finnick made Finnick's heart almost stop.
"No, or at least I asked him not to." Finnick gave you a gentle shove. He knew you were most likely joking.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you," you say and take a seat at your usual table with a few of the other people from your district and make shift friend group.
"Yn," Gale says getting your attention, "Katniss and I were cleared to go outside for hunting. Maybe you would like to join us tomorrow?" Gale asked. He couldn't bear to be out there either her alone anymore. It was quite obvious she would never love him back. She loved Peeta.
"Someone has to show you how it's done," you say attempting to get a little crack of laughter out of Gale's stone cold soul.
He was like a snowman. Ice cold.
Gale used to have life in him. But once he lost Katniss you lost Gale. He wasn't the same without his best friend.
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Finnick's head was buried in I'm the crook of your neck. It was finally lights out and he couldn't wait to cuddle up next to you for the night.
Even though the whole situation really did suck, at least he had you. Even if your brother wanted him dead.
"Goodnight my love," you whisper as Finnick begins to doze off for the night.
His breathes are soft as he whispers, "I love you to sweetheart."
His head is reburied in the crook of your neck, and you feel his soft breaths tickle your neck. He looked so peaceful like this
Half asleep without a care in the world. His soft locks of hair framed his face with utter perfection. He looked beautiful all the time, but words couldn't describe how he looked when he was sleeping.
He looked peaceful.
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On Love
So as you know I made this uquiz with an open-ended question at the end, tell me something about love, and I’ve gotten the most wonderful responses! They range from descriptions of wonderful partners:
Lauren: oh, how long I went without being myself until I met him and he showed me who I truly was and that my worth was higher than I ever thought was possible
Levi: I love who we are with each other. I love who I am with you. In your company I am me. In your company I am the best of me. The best with the best, I've told you. I wouldn't give you up for anything
Daniel: i fell in love for the first time when i was 17... at the time, i didn’t realize it was the first time, i thought i’d been in love before, a couple times actually, but falling in love at 17 was such a fulfilling experience, it felt so forceful yet so right. it’s when i first truly understood what love was. never before had i felt so understood and so cared for as i did when i was in love with her, and she was in love with me. it’s been nearly 4 years since then, and nearly 3 years since we broke up and stopped talking, and still, i think about her almost every day. i’ve never known anyone like her; to me, she was love itself.
El: oh i’m in love with everyone that i know op!!! especially my girlfriend, of course ,but also my friends and my family and random people on the street and uh
Grace: i’ve met my soulmate and we plan on getting an apartment and marrying after college
A: I’m going to ask the woman I love to marry me and I just wanted to tell someone because I am so excited
Jeremy: you ever have that feeling where basically after years of denying that someone couldnt understand you in a way or love you and then the next thing you know you happen to find that person and its just great from then on out? idk how to explain it anyways I love my boyfriend so much he means the world to me
Lucy: i am so happy i have found the one i love
to descriptions of best friends and favorite people:
Nightbyrd: Love is a hug from an alzheimer's patient who hasn't the foggiest idea who you are, but they know you're worth hugging.
H: I have been doing so much yoga with my roommate recently!! It's a great way to center my mind for an hour
Riv: [platonic] i’ve literally never met anyone who understands me in the way that my best friends do. they’re literally the best people in the whole world and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without them. i love them with my whole heart
Cillian: when i talk about how much i love my best friend i get so teary eyed because i cant believe that such a genuinely wonderful person wants to speak to me every day - i care for her more than anyone else on this planet
O: my two besties are my sources of happiness and they’re so pretty i would die for them :D
to beautiful quotes:
Kai: "you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." DARCYYYY PLS MY HEART CANT HANDLW THIS PAIN
Dorian: When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He’s obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, ____the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don’t. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can’t help it, I love the way men love. (accident report in the tall, tall weeds- ada limon, bright dead things)
Adam: every day I think about lemony snicket I will love you if I never see you again I will love you if I see you every Tuesday or however it goes. and it KILLS ME. love only fits in small things
Hero: “Your heart beats in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s… The divine magnet is in you, and my magnet responds.” - Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne
Mary: "Love is watching someone die."
Alex: "meet me at blue diner, i'll take coffee and talk about nothing baby"
Sparrow: "How dare you love me like you've never known fear?" and "For you, the world," and "Darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades," and "Will you start where I end?"
V: " You want to die for love. You always have. " and "someone will remember us, I say, even in another time" are living rent free in my mind 24/7 and I'm shaking. When will I finally be not the only one falling ?
Sahar K: To love another person is to see the face of god!!!
Miriam: all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding- kafka
Juls: Don’t you think they are maybe the same? Love and attention
to practices of love:
Leo; i love feeling happy bc somebody that i love is happy and comfortable....like its not about me i just love seeing you smile. we are safe together...idk i just feel it bro
A: I like to think love is leaning on each other during the light or dark days. Its a personal mission of mine to find out who I am and what I want. Yet I never seem to find my place in this world and as I look and look , I realise the only place I can be myself even with or without the efforts to find myself was done on that day or not, I am always tired so shall I lean on you? And you can lean on me as well. I shall be your fig tree and you shall be my favourite willow tree.
L: It's too late at night to be soul searching, but it's a journey we all seem to find ourselves on these days.
Anthi: feeling safe and at home, I guess (also I love frogs)
Julia: ive found that loving someone is like becoming your own thesaurus. you have to find or come up with infinite ways to say, you’re beautiful, or, i love you. it’s a gift
Galexies: ive been writing letters to the person i'd love one day since i was 14. i write them in a little journal usually, but i've been digitizing them into emails and sending them to one account that i'll give to them someday. i'd like to put pictures, but i haven't been outside much recently so theres that. i wonder if they'd like the sunsets i have on file, or if they'd find my cat cute in a bowtie.
Caeles: Love is sharing fruit slices and making someone tea at random
Dundy: Love is sending your friends cursed shit and watching them react in horror
to crushes and potential loves:
Jess: I have a crush on my roommate. It sucks, but it's also wonderful. I get to be around him all the time when we're at school. we share a life together; it's rather domestic. I think a lot about marrying him and being domestic with him forever. It won't happen, and I'll move on eventually, but I'll be happy with him for as long as I can. I hope you feel loved tonight, because you are. Sleep well.
Aki: I so desperately want to believe that love is fake because I’ve seen what happens when loved ones leave but whenever I start to convince myself that I’ll never love anyone my best friend messages me telling me she loves me. She’s the only person I’ve ever pictured having a future with but love scares me and I don’t really know what to do but I think as long as she’s with me in some way, I’ll be fine
Hi: her her i keep thinking abt her.... gonna see her in 8 days or so i really miss her. its ok if shes never gonna love me like i want her to really being her friend spending time with her makes me the happiest girl on earth.... outsold antidepressants
Kit: this guy i have a crush on has hypnotically dark brown eyes and he's wonderful and shows me kindness like no one else
Juno: my crush has all the stars in his eyes
Mads: When I have the courage to meet my eyes with hers, the world stands still
Be Nice To Me: Look bro I never do these but I am yearning to hold them SO badly right now and someone needs to know it besides me
to the trials of love:
Pppppp: I just wanna love like from the movies and what I read about.. but everyone tells me that that’s fictional and rare to find in the real world and it sucks bc it seems like all the guys I’ve met are terrible and the norms of society are all about not respecting women and uthdjdjdk
Manny: I have been in love before and I will be again but I’m not now and I miss it
Ok: I don't think I've ever been in love, though I love many people. I am waiting for the day I look at someone and can say, YES. IT'S YOU.
Chloe: idk rn i'm like okay with my love and i'm happy so we'll see i'm just a little cautious rn bc my last partner told me i didn't know how to love
L: love is so fucking complicated I don't even know where to start
Corrin: He’s not real and it worried me that I will never allow myself to live or be loved because I will always be waiting for him
Sean: Good luck it dont exist
Serena: i want 2 b in love :(( </3
13: I don’t know anymore
M: I just really don’t like dealing with it lol
to beloved characters:
Janaya: I’m madly in love with my comfort and kin character and I hope maybe in the afterlife I can relive a life with him in some sort of dimension
Jhgjdf: when i was a kid i had a crush on ash ketchum from pokemon and id always daydream about being a female pkmn trainer and meeting him and we fall in love
to advice and prose:
Mikolai: Love is earth, gentle and soft at first flight but upon being broken, drowns you in the dry choking wastes of its consequences...
Thex: Your hands will not go cold without someone to hold them. I am here. I will be here.
Kat: it is the nearest proof to god that i find myself surrounded by people who love in a way that complements so wonderfully the way i love
H: believe in love out of spite believe in love to prove everyone wrong believe in love because you were told not to and we will not do what we’re told anymore believe in love because it’s the strongest act of teenage rebellion we have left believe in love because it’s easier not to and when is easy worth doing? believe in love because everything says otherwise but you are untouchable, you are your own, you are not made by their design believe in love because, perhaps, you are love
Ali: I used to want a kind of love that feels like coming home and now I want nothing more than to be away from home on many different adventures
Em: you dont need to love yourself to accept it from others
to the small, the simple, and the sweet:
Ireal: Poems
O: Flowers
Fay: ah im sorry that i’m feeling unmotivated but you are very kind.
Ad: we love LOVE
A: <3
Isak: small things
H: intense
Hey: Listening to a clock ticking away
S: her
E: <3
Hania: Amorous, I adore that word ^^
Catboy: wholesome
J: i love love so much it hurts
Emmy: hi i love the song darkest of discos!! try and give it a listen!! <3
Nora: Love is painful, but most of the time love is great
Ariel: i like the comfort it can bring
M: i love love
to food!
Cool Whip: Matzoh ball soup!!
Woop: I love sausages.... I hope that's ok with you?
and animals too <3
Nee: hmm i have pet geckos and i love them very much!
96: raccoons ????
DJ Big Penis: cats
:3: I Love frogs,,, love is stored in the frog,,,
I hope that this serves as a sweet compilation of what love means! Love to all of you, it warms my heart so much to hear about your people and your geckos and your characters and soup and all the songs and quotes you love. <3 Strength to all of you who are figuring out to do about your feelings for your crush, and congratulations to you who are proposing or moving in with your person! Your words are a source of light to me, truly.
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Okay, here we go! Imma do my liveblog of The Hunger Games, Chapter One, for #THGagain :
I’ll put my thoughts underneath the cut so I don’t clog up the dash 🥳
Okay but right off the bat, Katniss says her mattress cover is rough 🥺. I don’t know, this just made me sad all of a sudden.
So okay, but the fact that Prim had a bad dream and climbed in with their mother? I don’t know if that indicates that Prim still sees their mother as a source of comfort whereas Katniss can’t let herself feel the same way or if it’s just because she didn’t want to wake Katniss.
Maybe it’s supposed to be that Prim is too naive to understand that their mother is mentally fragile? Since in Mockingjay, she says “I know there’s only so much mother can hear,” or something like that, as a way to prove she’s not a little kid anymore sooo. I don’t know. Just some thoughts.
Katniss is shady towards mama right off the bat 🤣. Katniss is shady no matter what though. It’s what makes her narration sound like a teenage girl.
If Katniss is so anti-social though, who’s telling her her mother was once beautiful?
As a cat lover, I take offense to Katniss’ insults to the poor one eyed furball 😭.
So coal miners are also women? I suspected as much but I didn’t realize it was explicitly stated? So if Katniss’ life had gone differently, would she have become a coal miner?
So none of the houses in Twelve get electricity outside of a couple hours a night? Or just in the Seam?
I always forget that Katniss had nightmares even before the games 😔😔😔. Nightmares of her father “being blown to bits.” She has a vivid way with words.
Her father made her bow 🥺🥺. I knew that. I just thought I should mention it again. She uses the bow her father handmade throughout the series 🥺.
Also she says Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to “the few of them who hunt”. A few is more than two. Who else besides Katniss and Gale go hunting?
I like that she randomly starts mumbling to herself 🤣🤣🤣
Once upon a time, Katniss was outspoken apparently. But she mentions that she has to hold her tongue even at home because Prim may repeat her words. I don’t know why, but Prim seems immature for twelve years old. At twelve, in today’s society, you’re going into sixth grade. A sixth grader should know how to keep a secret or hold her tongue.
Gale says she never smiles but in the woods but isn’t that the only place they really spend time together? 🤣
“I kind of liked that lynx but I liked the money I got for it’s pelt more” 😂😂😂
An arrow inside bread. How fortuitous 😭😭😭
I do love that Katniss’ first introduction of Gale is “he could be my brother”
“But we’re at least not that closely related” 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
“Katniss, get off your cousin”
Even though the merchant class is smaller
Meaning they’re even more inbred
And Katniss is half merch-
Okay I’m done with this line of thinking 🤭😅
So backwoods 🤣
So did Mrs. Everdeen’s parents disown her? Or what? Do they still own that apothecary shop? Does Katniss occasionally walk by her grandparents in the town square? Like I’d like more context here, Suz 🙃
Aww, I always feel so bad for Katniss when she talks about her mother abandoning her 😭😩🥺
“But to be honest, I’m not the forgiving type” me either. Me either 🤧.
This may be why I so closely relate to her when she’s angry.
And why when people in the book say she needs to be more forgiving (ala Haymitch) I’m like “no”
I’m sorry but on second glance (more like 8th glance because I’ve read this chapter since I was 16) it’s so obvious Gale was hitting on her here 😅.
She’s oblivious 🤣🤣🤣
As she should be 😆
So later on, in the second book at least, Katniss definitely has some high respect for Hazelle Hawthorne. But here it seems to be like she’s implying Hazelle and her own mother are useless without her and Gale, and like they wouldn’t be able to provide for themselves. Maybe Hazelle just wasn’t fleshed out to Suzanne when she wrote the first book, the same way the love triangle you can tell if you look is sort of just tossed in there in the first book too? Anyways, just a thought.
That line about Prim being the only person Katniss is certain that she loves is sweet (it’s actually one of my favorite lines in the series) but it’s also so shady at the same time 😅😅😅. Like girl, you’re not sure if you love your mother or even your best friend (in a platonic way)?
Katniss makes a point in mentioning it took a long time for her and Gale to become friends. And I feel like that has been simplified a lot along the way, but it never really sounded to me like Katniss and Gale were besties for as long as most people think. The movies are a lot to blame for this, I know.
I don’t actually think Katniss is truly jealous here of the other girls wanting Gale? I feel like if she were she would have unconsciously insulted the school girls who were into him instead of just outright saying she was jealous, just not for romantic reasons. But who knows 🤷🏼♀️.
It was already mentioned earlier but I think Suzanne made a continuity error here, when Gale and Katniss mentioned fishing at the lake. The lake is a place Katniss explicitly mentioned in Catching Fire, to be private between her and her father. She even specially said she never took Gale there. I feel much better about my own writing continuity errors now.
Okay, both Katniss and Gale are so dumb. I would never prepare a feast for after the reaping. They’re just jinxing themselves. I have OCD really bad no one come for me.
I like how The Hob is a black market that’s literally just sitting in broad daylight 🤣🤣🤣.
Katniss just referenced being attacked by dogs... um I’m sorry, do we have no fear of rabies in this universe? 😭😭🙃🙃😐😐😅😅
Katniss : “me and the mayor’s daughter aren’t friends, we just hang out all the time at school, eat lunch together, sit by each other and are always partners. But weren’t not friends.” 🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
I like the mention of hair ribbons for the rich girl. This is just the fic writer in me seeping into my reading.
Gale and Madge’s little dispute ...
I see why they get shipped together 😅. They’re both just taking swipes at each other here.
Awww, Katniss sticking up for Madge, even though Madge is the privileged one 😭. Katniss has such a pure heart.
The entire point of the Madge/Gale interaction though was just to set up the class divide explanation in Katniss’ head to the reader.
But my Peeta centric heart also picks up on the comments in Katniss’ head of how unlikely it is to be chosen at the reaping when you’re a town kid.
In other words, Peeta had a slim to none chance of being chosen and still was.
Now I think of it, so was Prim...
That was just an unlucky reaping for the kids without tesserae 🙃
Also it reminds me of every fic I ever read that mentioned a conspiracy in the reapings and how the kids aren’t actually chosen at random but anyways I digress
I feel Gale though, with the whole idea of knowing something isn’t this person’s fault and there’s nothing they could do but still being so angry at them because it isn’t fair that you have to suffer and they don’t.
My anger issues are really showing 😅😅😅.
Honestly though, if Katniss is saying Gale on a normal day is rational about the class divide not being merchants faults, then clearly his issues with Peeta later on really were just of jealousy and not because he was a merchant vs Seam.
I just feel like I’ve seen that around and I’m not really convinced
In my interpretation of the character, Katniss’ reasons for not sharing in Gale’s rage comes from exhaustion after a lifetime of powerlessness. Some people (re: females more often) just get worn out about the things they cannot change and can’t even let it get inside their brain because there’s nothing they could do about it.
I mean, she is a more understanding person than Gale but I feel like so much of her character is already so tired right from chapter one.
Okay, just a pointless rambling thought
“Where something pretty” these children are so shady 🤣🤣🤣 that’s a line I would say though
The fact that her like 42 year old mother still fits in a dress she wore at like 20 is really a testament to how hungry they are 🤧🤧🤧
Okay but I’m not trying to pick on her mother, but when they were starving, why did either she or Katniss sell the fancy clothes from her apothecary days? I’m nitpicking I know. I’m a nitpicker.
Also good for Katniss trying to forgive her mother.
God knows how hard it is for me to try and forgive people.
Literally, God knows.
I like that Katniss didn’t disagree with Prim saying she’s beautiful, just that she doesn’t usually look this way 😂😂😂.
I just know my sister wouldn’t let me not take tesserae if this was us. She’d be like “you’ll be fine, four entries? Please. We can have more food for an entire year, don’t be selfish.” 😅😅😅
I feel like noting that Katniss and Prim’s age gap isn’t that significant? Four years? That’s not that large. Not even at 12 and 16.
They herd these children off like they’re .... pigs going to a slaughter... 🤭🤭🤭
Katniss casually stating “I could be shot on a daily basis” 😐😐😐
Katniss and Gale agreeing they’d rather be shot than starve is honestly so sad but lowkey sounds like something two teenagers would say. They should have put dialogue like this in the movies.
I didn’t even remember District 12 has 8,000 people.... why’d I think they only had 3,000????
I need to update some of my fics with this information
Katniss just said “televised by the state”. I’ve never heard her call any region a state before?
I like that Katniss calls Effie’s grin scary and white, because tons of people (i.e me) whiten our teeth in today’s society. And to Katniss and probably all of Twelve that’s creepy. I think it’s weird to Europeans too but l digress.
Also do the people in this district brush and floss, they never seem to mention it in the books, ya know?
Honestly the idea of the hunger games sounded cooler without Songbirds and Snakes telling us it was just some dumb guy’s idea that no one ever thought would come true.
Aww, sugar is a delicacy 🤧🤧🤧
I knew already that but lemme fully feel that sentiment for a moment okey
Umm I’m sorry, did Mayor Undersee just casually state Lucy Gray Baird’s name every year and we never knew it? Did Snow just allow this? Seems suspish
Also the idea of Katniss being her distant relative and hearing the name and not knowing the connection... and yeah, anyways. I got wayyyy ahead of myself and off track sorry
Why would Haymitch hug Effie? I’m sorry, but Hayffie having a secret affair at some point in all the years they worked together seems more likely than I thought.
I mean, Katniss never mentions Haymitch hugging anyone besides her and Peeta when they just almost died, are about to die or that one time Katniss was sobbing because she thought Peeta was gonna die.
You know what though? I like that at this moment, when the name is about to be announced, Katniss worried about herself. She spends so much time worrying for her sister, babying her sister, mothering her sister, she deserves ten seconds of worrying for her own safety.
Of course, said sister is the one chosen. Ironic considering the whole encounter with Madge.
Okay, I think that concludes my thoughts for chapter one of The Hunger Games!
#thgagain#I’m not tagging anything else because this is so long I’m so sorry if anyone tries to read this mess 😅😅😅😅😅🤧🤧🤧🤧
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[ MICHAEL B. JORDAN, NINETY SIX, HE/HIM ] - Have you seen [ VALERIO HAWTHORNE ] lately? From what I’ve heard, they’re a [ CIS MAN ] [ PHOENIX ]. People around town have said that they’re [ CHARISMATIC, FLIRTATIOUS, SOPHITICATED ] but also [ ARROGANT, VENGEFUL, DOGMATIC ]. Rumor has it, they’re [ FOR ] rebuilding the glamour around Halloweentown.
THE BASICS;
FULL NAME: Valerio Michael Hawthorne
NICKNAMES: Val, Rio
GENDER: cis man
PRONOUNS: he/him
BIRTHDAY/AGE: November 28th, 1925 / 96
HOMETOWN: Queens, New York
OCCUPATION: Owner of Rhapsody
SPECIES: Phoenix
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
PERSONALITY;
POSITIVES: Charming, romantic, flirtatious, sophisticated, spontaneous
NEGATIVES: Arrogant, vengeful, deceitful, dogmatic, pessimistic
ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius
PERSONALITY TYPE: ENFJ
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin
you can read full stats HERE
BACKGROUND (DEATH TW, MURDER TW, RACISM TW);
Born and raised in Queens, New York, Valerio had a rather simple life as he was growing up. He had a brother, a sister, a devoted mother and father. Charlotte worked as a seamstress for the upper class, while his father was a construction worker. Because of the social climate at the times, they didn’t make as much as they would have liked, but they survived.
His teenage years were spent wishing he could do more, go further with his life than the people around him. He had big dreams of becoming a musician one day, and he often found himself spending a lot of his free time playing guitar on his stoop.
His dreams began to change the older he grew and the more prominent the civil rights movement became. This is also around the time his life as he knew it changed. He noticed his father wasn’t aging past what appeared to be his thirties, as his mother’s body became tired, brittle, and riddled with arthritis. This was around the time the news was given to him - his father was a phoenix, over two-hundred years old. His mother, however, was a human. They weren’t quite sure which of their three children would inherit the gene, if at all. But they weren’t exactly excited to find out.
By the time the early sixties hit, his mother was nearly seventy, and Valerio was a thirty-something year old man. His aging had slowed, and he was rather certain he had inherited the gene, though he wasn’t sure. With his mother growing weak and dying from old age, he did his best to put forth a change she could see in the world. He started going to protests and rallies, returning home just to tell her about everything. She’d often smile at him kindly, but beg him to settle down and give her grandchildren like his siblings had. But Valerio had no interest in that. He had a bigger purpose in the world, he just knew it.
In the summer of 1963, his mother passed away, leaving him heartbroken. It was at this point he started to notice all that was going on around him. His siblings had grown up and had children as mentioned before, but they were aging. It was at this point he was certain that he was the only phoenix to be born of his parents. A tragic fact that haunted him.
Seeing as his peers were beginning to change faster than he was, Valerio decided to move on and avoid suspicion (at the advice of his father). He moved to Philadelphia and became even more entangled in the civil rights movement. Just because his mother was no longer there to see it, didn’t mean that he didn’t want a better future. He envisioned a world in which his nieces and nephews could flourish, and their children, and their children after that.
His stay in Philadelphia didn’t last when he received a phone call from his sister. His father had been murdered - or so the assailant thought. While the siblings knew he would regenerate, they weren’t sure how it would affect their lifestyles. So he returned home hoping to help his father (who was now posing as his cousin), to move and find a safer place to settle.
This is where the two of them met the Knights of the Iron Dagger for the first time. They were determined to knock Elijah down, and find a permanent solution. A decision was made. Elijah would go north, to Canada, and Valerio would find another place to settle. For the next few years, the young musician traveled all over, trying to find a safe place. It was a stop in Boston, where he met someone that alerted him to Halloweentown, where he finally found his safe haven.
It seemed like a Utopia. A town where people of all different species, genders, races, and religions could come together in peace. It was too good to be true, or so he thought. Upon actually moving to the town, he discovered that what he was told was the truth. It didn’t take him long to settle into town and make friends. This was around the early 1970s.
Valerio’s been in town ever since. He’s made a living as a music tutor, a performing musician for parties, and now owns his very own record store. He’s had a full, happy life. At least, until the glamour was dropped. While many in Halloweentown were born there and don’t know the true threat, Valerio has seen it in action. He won’t say anything, for fear of alarming his fellow residents, but he lives in fear of the day the Knights burst into town. And he knows it’s only a matter of time.
WANTED CONNECTIONS;
PLATONIC;
Best friend: open
Friends: open
Confidant: open
Band mates: open
Party Buddy: open
ROMANTIC;
Ex-girlfriend, ended on positive terms: open
Ex-girlfriend, ended on negative terms: open
Fling/FWB: open
Crush: open
ENEMIES;
Rival: open
Frenemies: open
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The Big Book of Prompts
This post exists solely for the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle, but anyone is welcome to send something over at any time. I will write (or at least attempt to write) almost any character from either DAO or DAI. Platonic companion interaction with or without the protagonist? Sure thing! Want some ships? I do that too!
Anything you see that’s bolded is what I would prefer to focus on this week. If something is struck out it means I am not currently accepting prompts related to that category.
You can pick from the following pairings or for any solo characters featured in the below list:
DAO
Alistair/f!Cousland
Cousland & Morrigan
Alistair & Zevran
Cousland & Sten
DAI
Cassandra/m!Trevelyan
Solas/m!Trevelyan
Solas/Fade Spirits
Fade Spirits/Anyone Really (except Cole)
Solas/m!Trevelyan/Cassandra
Inquisitor Trevelyan/Ser Morris
to be honest, I'd probably write m!Trevelyan/Nearly Anyone... the man gets around
Trevelyan Family antics aka little baby Inquisitor
Cassandra & Trevelyan (Aloysius only)
Solas & Trevelyan (Aloysius only)
Sera & Trevelyan
Dorian & Trevelyan
Cole & Trevelyan
Cullen & Trevelyan
OC/OC or OC & OC (just please specify which blorbos you’d like me to tackle)
For your choice of protagonists, I can offer:
Briana Cousland - sword and shield warrior; stubborn survivor and eventual queen
Quinn Trevelyan - tempest archer; bisexual disaster too charming for his own good
Aloysius Trevelyan - non-protag older brother to Quinn (one of three); stoic templar and long-suffering soldier
Hawthorne - non-protag/potential future game protagonist; lone Dalish hedgemage with a proclivity towards entropy magic, spirits, and scams; robbed the Inquisitor once and accidentally fell in love
Horatio Morris - non-protag; childhood best friend to Quinn during their squire Grand Tourney days; big gay knight; keeps bees
THE PROMPTS
It’s Kinktober!! Below you’ll find the bingo card! Please feel free to send me a square from the card below with an additional prompt from my prompt list and a pairing featuring Quinn Trevelyan. It does not need to be from the bolded lists. Bolded prompts are things I’m vibing for this week in lieu of a Kinktober prompt.
Childhood/Children prompts
Artifacts of Thedas prompts
Dragon Age inspired prompts
Dragon Age dialogue prompts
codex entry prompts
smut prompts
sexual tension prompts
sex tropes/pwp prompts
spooning prompts (platonic or otherwise)
emotional intimacy/pillow talk prompts
Untranslateable words prompts
OT3/trouple prompts plus bonus cuddling prompts
wordless ways to say “I love you” prompts
sensory prompts
Hurt/Comfort dialogue prompts
Will They/Won’t They relationship prompts
Difficult Recovery Prompts
Whump
Dialogue Responses
Eerie Prompts
Cold Weather Prompts
Eerie Autumn Prompts
I will also accept any sort of freeform prompt you might have or want, both SFW and 18+.
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