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milliesfishes · 4 months ago

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[fem reader] contains: angst, self deprecation pairing: peacekeeper coriolanus snow x fem reader summary: coriolanus gets it in his head that you're too good for him author’s note: haven't done a pk coryo fic yet so I hope this is good! Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

Coriolanus could have sworn you didn't cry salt like everyone else. Your tears had to be sugar. As sweet as the rest of you.

As a peacekeeper he was forced into a certain mindset, one of orders and direction and plans. But you had twirled into his life and flipped it all upside down, throwing all his caution to the wind. The night you'd met at the Hob was ingrained in his eyes to dwell upon during a dull moment on patrol or as he was falling asleep at night, only topped by every second he'd spent with you since.

The Covey had fled after the Games, he'd been told, taking Lucy Gray with him. He'd been disappointed, understandably, but it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on the past. That had gotten him into enough trouble.

All rituals and worries of the Capitol were tossed to the wind. They had no place here, in the rural nature of District Twelve. Sure, there were rules and regulations, but they required no masks or games. Here there was only hard work.

He'd hardened considerably between the moment he'd been informed of his new service on, adapting a new protective shell. The one he'd built in the Capitol would do no good.

But when he began to see you, he could feel it soften.

You with your diamond eyes and smile like warm sunshine, you who entered his life like a rainbow after a storm. You who brightened the dreary scenery of District Twelve and lightened his mood so much he was worried he'd swapped personalities. The second he'd seen you dancing at the Hob he'd known you'd change his life forever. And so, he let you.

In the time that followed you became a fixture in his life that he wouldn't trade for anything. You made him better, he was convinced. With every sweet word that fell from your lips and sweet kiss you gave him he fell more madly, deeply in love than he'd known himself capable. You were a drug tailored to his tastes; a delightful aphrodisiac sent by a higher power. He never wanted to get sober.

Still, a secret thought had made itself known the second he realized his feelings for you. You're not good enough for her.

Coriolanus was a Peacekeeper drafted after a stint cheating in government sponsored murder. You were a sweet country girl, an angel in the midst of the dirt and grime of the lowest district. Never had there been a more mismatched pair.

Even now as he sat in the wildflower field you'd shown him a week into knowing him, holding you between his arms and breathing in the sweet scent of your hair, he knew he was on borrowed time.

You were cradled between his legs, back against his chest as he fingered a strand of your hair. Your adorable obsession with flowers was evident as you flicked the stems between your fingers. You'd given him a few of your findings, and he'd stuck them all in your hair, feeling unworthy of your treasures.

He kissed your hair gently, nose bumping one of the daisies. You were humming and watching the fluffy clouds in the sky; where you truly belonged in his opinion. "Are you comfortable, sweetheart?"

Turning your eyes like shining jewels to his blue ones, you nodded, looking the very picture of happiness. "You're a very good pillow."

"Ah, is that all I am to you?" he teased, the doubtful thoughts leaving him for a moment.

"No, but you're a very good one," you giggled, turning around to nuzzle into his chest. He fixed the flowers that fell from your locks as you did, gently smoothing them.

His heart grew heavy the more he looked at you. Your bright eyes and beautiful smile felt unattainable as time went on, even though you were here with him. Coriolanus had tried, but he hadn't been enough for you for even a second. What had previously been weight was now a crushing thing sitting atop him.

It came out before he could control it. "I can't see you anymore."

Time seemed to freeze as you sat up, turning around to face him. You were sitting between his legs still, the grass tickling your knees. One of the wildflowers behind your ear descended to the earth, bouncing once as it hit the dirt. Your voice was small. "What?"

Right then he could have just said he was kidding, that he hadn't meant it, and gone back to holding you. But he didn't. his own self-loathing propelled him forward into a mistake. "We can't be together."

The shock in your eyes was awful, a thing he didn't want to ever see again. You looked down at the ground, hands gracing your forearms and seemingly trying to self-soothe. The amount of guilt he felt in that moment was terrible.

Seeing that he was serious, you drew back, turning your head so your hair fell over the front of your shoulder. He longed to reach out and touch it, smooth it back, but he knew that privilege had been revoked. Finally, you lifted your eyes. "Why?"

The question was asked so meekly that Coriolanus felt guilt fester in his chest. He tried to keep his face even, unchanging. "I'm...I'm not good for you, sweetheart. You deserve someone better." Each word was wrenched from his mouth. He didn't want you to be with another man. The thought alone sent his mind into fits of jealousy. But he forced himself to continue. "Somebody will treat you better."

"No," you shook your head passionately, another flower meeting its demise in the grass. "I don't want somebody else. I want you."

He was nearly helpless to you. Coriolanus didn't want to deny you a single thing. But he had to let you go. Standing up and taking a few steps away, he hardened his tone slightly. "This is what's best for you."

"No!" You scrambled to your feet, hurrying after him and tugging on his arm. Oh this was becoming painful. "Please Coryo...please don't do this. I want you. I want to be with you."

Coriolanus tried to look away, but you were too magnetic. He couldn't resist reaching out, cupping your cheek in his palm. "I love you. And it's going to ruin your life."

"No-" the word was choked as it slipped past your lips. He could see your eyes welling up, his heart breaking at the sight.

Rubbing your cheek with his thumb, he clenched his jaw. "This is for the best. Don't cry."

But one teardrop like crystal escaped, rolling down your cheek. He remembered his thought from earlier, and was tempted to brush the tear away and lift it to his lips; see if it was as alike to clear honey as he thought it would be. Despite his mind's insistence, he resisted. If there was anything he had gained from his Peacekeeper training it was discipline.

So, taking in one last look at you, the sunset giving you an angelic outline as the final flower slipped from your hair, a single tear track on your cheek, Coriolanus gave your face one last caress and turned, briskly leaving the field.

Coriolanus hadn't realized how slow and merciless time was without the comfort or notion of his girl.

Every day was a twin to its previous and next, creating an unbearable mass of time that overwhelmed him. Even more so was the knowledge that all his days in the future would be inevitably added to it, and then before he knew it he'd be old and gray and despondent, dreaming of the angel he'd let slip between his fingers.

You haunted him day and night, and he saw you everywhere without really doing so. The stars spelled your name, the breeze whispered it, and every flower he came across was you. All he wanted was to abandon his post and run to your little cottage and kiss you senseless, tell you how sorry and stupid he was.

Every thought he'd had before about him being too dangerous felt silly. When a man had someone so good in front of him, he wasn't supposed to force it away. He was supposed to treat it the best he could. And he hadn't. He'd broken your delicate heart, cut it into ribbons like the ones you wore in your hair.

Having to see you in his dreams was a fresh torture. His unconscious mind would imagine he'd come to you, and you'd welcome him back with open arms; tell you how much you loved him and missed him. And then he'd say he'd never let you go again and this time it would be true.

And then just as you were about to kiss him, he would be yanked from his dream and thrust back into the cold barracks, listening to the snoring of his roommates. Whenever he tried to close his eyes and find the dream again it never worked.

Coriolanus kept his blue eyes peeled for you when he was on patrols, grip loosening on his gun whenever he saw someone with even the same length of hair. It was agonizing, thinking he had a glimpse and it turning out to be nothing. He hoped that if he did see you it wouldn't be in the arms of another man, though that was what he'd originally told you he wanted. Unfortunately, what he said, and thought were two separate things.

Finally, one day when rain drizzled dully from the grey sky, he spotted you walking with your shoulders hunched, arms folded over yourself. He nearly did a double take- he may have been far away but you looked nothing like the girl in the meadow that day.

The wet of your hair and dimness of your skin could be accounted to the rain, but it was the look on your face that got him. Your lips were drawn down, eyes somber even from where he was standing. Nothing like the embodiment of sunshine he once knew.

Coriolanus was sorely tempted to drop his gun, throw off his helmet and go to you. But his mind stopped him, those same old insecurities creeping in. Maybe when he'd been a student at the Academy; poor but with a bright future, he'd have found himself deserving. But he was still a Peacekeeper with no future save for the long days of patrols and rules ahead. There was nothing to offer you- the love that put anything he thought he had with Lucy Gray to shame.

Seeing you so miserable now though...it hurt. He knew he wasn't in much better shape.

As he roved over it for the rest of his shift, a realization dawned in him. You needed each other. You kept him grounded, kept him good. You were the hope and light he required to stay afloat in the storms of his life. And for whatever reason he didn't understand, you wanted him too. He'd been a fool to keep denying you what you wanted.

The second he'd returned his gun and changed from his uniform he was booking it. Out of the base, through the streets of town, trying to determine where it was you'd gone. He'd knocked on the wooden door of your cottage, but there was no answer, the windows dark. He asked around, but nobody had seen where you'd disappeared to.

With nowhere left to look, Coriolanus determined only one solution and went there as quickly as he could. His feet didn't carry him fast enough, his eyes didn't work the way he wanted them to. But it was all worth it when he finally spotted your silhouette, tiny in the distance, sitting under a lonely tree.

He approached cautiously, unsure if his arrival would upset you. Did you miss him? Did you even want to see him after the horrible mistake he'd made?

A branch snapped under his foot, and you whipped your head to face him, eyes wide. Coriolanus cringed at the sudden announcement of his arrival but decided to take it in stride. He watched you realize who it was.

Your lips parted, and a single word fell from your lips. "You."

He couldn't help his nod. "Me." You looked nearly frightened at his presence, which was the opposite of what he wanted. Hesitantly, he knelt beside you, lifting a hand to your cheek, fingers gently grazing the skin.

Tears sprung to your eyes the second he did, and you bit the side of your cheek. His heart broke in half. How he'd missed you. He missed the girl that would jump into his arms and snuggle up to his chest, giggling the whole time. He missed his sweetheart.

You sniffled, attempting to turn your head away, but he wouldn't let you. Bowing your head, you began to openly weep into the wildflowers, tears watering the blossoms. He brought his other hand to the corresponding cheek, holding your face up to look at him. "Angel..." he breathed. "Why're you crying, darling?"

"I'm sorry," you choked, chest shuddering as you looked up at him. "I'm so sorry."

Now he was confused. Coriolanus knew he was the one to hurt you. "What are you sorry for?"

"I wasn't good eno-ugh for yo-ou," you shakily got out, breath hitching every other word.

His heart dropped to his stomach, and he acted without thinking for a second, pulling you straight into his arms. "No...no, sweetheart. No, it wasn't you. I wasn't good enough for you."

"I know I'm just holding you back," you wept into his arms, body limp against him. "You could move up in rank, get transferred to a better district. Maybe you'd even be able to go home. And if you've got a girl here it'll just get in the way."

Coriolanus was in utter shock at your confession. This was really what you'd thought all this time? He needed to fix it. "No...no that isn't it at all...oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry..." Hating the sight of you crying, he tried to think. What would distract you? Looking to your knees, he noticed the absence of the little bouquet of wildflowers you usually had in your vicinity. Maybe if he tried something you liked you'd feel better?

Tilting your chin back up, he winced when he saw your watery eyes. His poor girl. Swallowing his hesitance, he rubbed your cheek, saying softly, "Would you do me a favor, my love?"

You nodded, a leftover tear slipping down your cheek. He brushed it away distractedly, focused on the task at hand. "Would you pick me some flowers? Can you do that for me?"

Doe eyes soft, you nodded once more, the usual sparkle in your eyes hiding behind your tears, but still, he could see it. You sat up straighter, brushing your cheeks once for any pearls of water that may have escaped again. He smiled softly as you shifted on the ground, looking around for the perfect flowers for him. It was touching how dedicated you were.

As your soft eyes surveyed and contemplated the flowers, soft hands plucking the stems, he felt a tiny smile break the cracks of his tough demeanor. You tended to have that effect on him, and now he was eager to embrace it. As you gathered flowers into a bouquet, he could see the girl he loved coming back to the surface. There she was. His sweetheart.

You presented the flowers to him hopefully, in a messy bouquet, and his smile split his face. "Pretty," he cooed, taking the bunch from you and delighting in the look in your eyes when he gave his approval. "Thank you, baby."

He carefully put the flowers in his pocket, careful not to crush any of the buds, and held out a hand to you. "Come here."

Easily, you shifted into his arms, soft head resting against his chest over his heart, just where he liked it. Once he had you cuddled against him again, like how he'd been missing for weeks, he whispered, "I'm sorry for leaving you."

Nuzzling your head against his pec, you blinked hazily up at him. "It's okay."

"No it's not," he corrected, plucking a daisy from the ground and tucking it behind your ear. "And I'll spend a long time making up for it, I imagine."

"I forgive you," you said sincerely, and he almost melted. "I love you."

The sunlight was no match for your adorable smile that reappeared like a rain after a drought. You looked up at him like he'd hung the moon in the sky.

And he'd strive to be that man for you.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he kissed your head and then your lips, more tenderly than he'd kissed anything. No, he wasn't worthy of your angelic presence, but you wanted him.

Who was he to deny you of the one thing he knew he was capable of giving?

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bluegekk0 · 2 years ago

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i guess it’s official. well, it has been for a few days now but now there’s officially no turning back. the gay bugs became the gay dads, and what better day to post this than easter, the egg season >:)

i’m still brainstorming the design for the child, i have some ideas (including giving them wings, imagine poor pk trying to look after a gremlin child that can fly) but i want to give it some time to brew

why grimm and not pk? well, unlike a lot of headcanons out there, i don’t see pk as having both reproductive organs, but grimm is a different story. while the ritual itself doesn’t involve reproduction, he’s still able to make himself fertile and carry eggs. so he was more than happy to do it when the pair decided to have an offspring

it’s not all sunshine and rainbows though. both hornet and hollow were not happy to hear about this at first, and while hornet eventually let go of her anger and even offered to help the two out from time to time, hollow’s jealousy and fear of being replaced manifested into some less than pleasant intrusive thoughts...

#hollow knight #feral pk au #troupe master grimm #pale king #hk grimm #hk pale king #pale nightmare #pregnancy #gekko.art

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cnnmairoll · 1 year ago

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Energetic Hearts on the Sunrise Path

Pairing : Hairo x Reader Genre : fluff a/n : An old draft, I put Saiki K in my carrd on things I write for but I never actually post my only TDLoSK fic ive written so yeah here it is, just a general idea on what I write, this wont get as much attention as my other fics but it wouldnt hurt to post

In the bustling halls of PK Academy, where the sun filtered through the windows and laughter echoed in the corridors, you found yourself drawn to the whirlwind of energy that was Kineshi Hairo. With his distinctive maroon spiky hair that seemed to defy gravity and those eyebrows that were both bizarre and endearing, he stood out like a beacon of enthusiasm in a sea of students.

Class 2-∭ had a ray of sunshine for a class representative, and that was none other than Hairo. His reputation was built on the foundation of his kindness, his ever-ready leadership, and his unwavering reliability. He had a heart that seemed to know no boundaries when it came to caring for his classmates, and they in turn adored him for it.

And then there was you, the mysterious enigma that Hairo couldn't help but feel drawn towards. One day, amidst the usual school chaos, he approached you with a determination that could rival his tennis matches. "Hey, you! Yeah, you with the amazing presence! I've been watching you, and I think you're incredible. Would you do me the honor of being my partner in life's grand rally?"

You couldn't help but be taken aback by his straightforwardness, his fiery confession leaving you both amused and flustered. But what truly endeared you to him were the moments that followed – the times when his confident exterior cracked just a bit. There were instances when you caught him stealing glances at you, a faint blush painting his cheeks as he quickly turned away, pretending to be busy with some class-related task.

It was during those instances that you realized that even the unstoppable force that was Kineshi Hairo had moments of vulnerability. The class representative who could inspire a roomful of students struggled to find the right words when it came to expressing his feelings to you.

One early morning, the first hints of dawn casting a soft, golden glow across the campus, you were roused from your slumber by a persistent knocking on your door. Groggily, you stumbled to the door and opened it, only to be greeted by a fully dressed and oddly energetic Hairo.

"Hey, rise and shine! It's time to seize the day!" Hairo declared, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

You blinked, still half-asleep. "Hairo, what in the world are you doing here so early?"

His eyes sparkled as he flashed a grin. "I thought we could start our day with a morning jog. It's invigorating! Come on, you won't regret it!"

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sighed. "You do realize it's barely dawn, right?"

Hairo's enthusiasm was unrelenting. "Exactly! The sunrise, the fresh air – it's the perfect way to kickstart the day! Trust me."

With a mixture of amusement and surrender, you found yourself changing into your jogging clothes and stepping outside with Hairo. The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, the world still quiet and serene. As the two of you began jogging along the school's path, the gentle rhythm of your steps echoed in the hushed morning.

After a few minutes, you couldn't help but smile. Despite your initial reluctance, there was something undeniably calming about the quiet beauty of the sunrise and the shared companionship of this early morning run.

Hairo glanced at you, his energetic facade softening into something more sincere. "See, isn't this worth waking up for?"

You chuckled, feeling the warmth of his genuine enthusiasm. "Yeah, you were right. This is... actually really nice."

As your relationship with Hairo continued to flourish, you found yourself exploring different sides of each other. One sunny afternoon, you decided to take a break from the usual hustle and bustle of school life and invited Hairo to spend a quiet day at the nearby park. The vibrant greenery and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop as you both settled down on a picnic blanket.

Hairo, who was usually a whirlwind of boundless energy, seemed to be taking in the tranquility of the surroundings. He let out a content sigh as he lay back on the blanket, his maroon hair fanned out around him. "This is a nice change of pace, isn't it?"

You smiled, appreciating the calmness that had settled over him. "Definitely. It's good to have moments where we can just relax and enjoy the peace."

Hairo propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I've realized that I tend to get caught up in my own excitement and enthusiasm. It's like I'm always on the go, chasing after the next adventure!"

You nodded, understanding his sentiment. "It's wonderful that you're so passionate and energetic, but it's also important to find a balance. Taking time to relax and recharge is just as vital."

He chuckled, running a hand through his spiky hair. "I guess I need a little guidance in that department. You're really good at finding that balance, aren't you?"

You reached out and gently placed your hand over his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Well, maybe we can help each other. You inspire me to be more active and enthusiastic, and I can help you find moments of calm and serenity."

Hairo's eyes softened, his expression filled with gratitude. "I'd really appreciate that."

As the day wore on, you introduced Hairo to the simple joys of relaxation. You showed him how to lie down and listen to the gentle rustling of leaves, the soft chirping of birds, and the distant laughter of children playing in the park. You guided him through deep breaths, encouraging him to let go of his racing thoughts and just be in the present moment.

Hairo closed his eyes, his features relaxing as he followed your lead. "This... this is surprisingly nice. I never realized how much I needed this."

You smiled, glad to see him embracing the moment. "It's all about finding those pockets of calm in the midst of our busy lives. Just like how you find moments of excitement and energy."

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a newfound sense of understanding. "You're right. It's all about balance, isn't it?"

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the park, you both shared a quiet moment of togetherness. It was a moment of balance – his boundless enthusiasm met with your serene calmness, creating a harmonious blend that felt just right.

In the weeks and months that followed, you continued to help Hairo find moments of relaxation amidst his energetic pursuits. Whether it was through gentle walks in the park, quiet stargazing sessions, or simply sharing a cup of tea in the school's courtyard, you both learned to appreciate the different facets of each other's personalities.

Your love story was a beautiful testament to the power of balance and understanding. Together, you embraced each other's strengths and weaknesses, and in doing so, you created a bond that was unbreakable – one that could weather any storm and bask in the sunshine of shared laughter, quiet moments, and the unwavering support that came from knowing that you were each other's perfect counterbalance.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #hairo #hairo kineshi #kineshi hairo #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#hairo x reader #hairo kineshi x reader #kineshi hairo x reader #saiki k #saiki kusou no psi nan #kineshi x reader #the disastrous life of saiki k

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insomniac-coffeehouse · 4 months ago

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MEET SUNNY!

꒷꒥꒷ ‧₊˚ ☀️ ┊ Sunny/Sunshine… !

𓂅#💡₊ ♡ ﹕ 16

#🎻₊ ♡ ﹕ They/He (sometimes she)

𓂅#💡₊ ♡ ﹕ Genderfluid

#🎻₊ ♡ ﹕ Asexual Panromantic

꒷꒥꒷ ‧₊˚ ☀️ ┊ system info… !

𓂅#💡₊ ♡ ﹕ Memory Holder

#🎻₊ ♡ ﹕ Words can be very spaced out

𓂅#💡₊ ♡ ﹕ Hikkikomori Sidesystem

꒷꒥꒷ ‧₊˚ ☀️ ┊ introject info… !

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#🎻₊ ♡ ﹕ OMORI

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#🎻₊ ♡ ﹕ sourcemates interacting | Yes

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candor-creator · 4 months ago

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Love the way you write each of the characters! Your fic is so much fun. Ooh! and are there any characters in particular you like writing the best? Or any that are more difficult than others? You write so many different ones, I'm curious

It's PK.

Oh, I love writing Quirrel!! Him being inquisitive and yet oblivious are two really good traits - he asks a lot of questions and I like answering them!

It is PK.

Hornet's also fun because of her emotional reactions to things - she is an emotional character who responds to situations under the guise of logic. Essentially, she's super repressed, but in such a state where having a big emotional blowout isn't actually much better for her; her situation is a fucked-up one, and she knows it!

It's the Pale King.

everytime I write for Ghost i get really excited and draw them like 50 times. I've got a playlist for them that's my absolute favorite

The Pale King is my favorite.

Their perspective is intentionally kept secret in New Reign (so far ;D) but THK is another super fun one for me - you get a bit of their insight in SWHS, but it's how they were a long, long time ago now, so who knows how accurate that is to the present day, am I right?

If I could write the Pale King's perspective on literally everything I would but I can't because he's dead.

Besides those guys, who you can tell are my sorta main players, Ogrim is fun to write interactions with and dialogue for but his perspective can be complicated, Myla's fun due to her lack of genre awareness, lil ball of sunshine in Horror Land, Bretta manages to be gay for every gender, and Sly is a pain in the ass whom I am happy his chapter is over with good god

I miss Candor, anon. I miss him a lot.

Lemm's also always a hit, but i already wrote a big guide on him explaining why :)

#pheb speaks #worldsense tag

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purekesseltrash · 1 year ago

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Hi! I'm that one person on ao3 who was like. Utterly obsessed w Bury Them Deep, and I was wondering if you have any thoughts you'd like to share on the playing styles of any of the other characters? Especially the women, but really anyone, I just find it really neat

Oh my goddddd, yes yes yes please because I have thought so much about this shit.

Momo: an absolutely incredible goalie positionally. You could put her in textbooks on how to hold yourself. Her pushes are perfection, like she's just floating on the ice. Her glove hand is wonderful too, as is her stick handling and she has great height. But her best asset, and also worst one, is absolutely her mind. When she is calm and confident, she's an analytical God. The problem is with her tendency to overthink. Too many bad goals or even just unlucky ones and she has to be pulled because it's just gonna get rough. It's one thing that she really admires about Mezou because he can just shrug it off.

Urakara: The ballsiest defenseman you have ever seen. She played exclusively with boys for years and you can tell because if she's going to get a penalty, it will be for playing too rough. She has really excellent vision for the game however and plays a long game that even Bakugou has grudgingly admitted is admirable. They've had some scrimmages where she's actually out played him and after the first time, everyone expected him to blow up but he was like 'good game'. She's not the best skater and her speed isn't fantastic but its the hockey iq that keeps her where she's at, knowing when and where to pinch and where the game is going. She also has a pretty gnarly snapshot and a fantastic PP QB.

Mina: Mina is a skating god. Seriously, she will break your ankles and you won't have any idea until she's long gone. She was a figure skater until she got suuuuuper bored by it and talked her way onto a team, only to end up being super good at it. She's a right winger with a nice little wrister and is great on the foreheck but uuuuuuh, backchecking isn't her forte. That being said, she actually isn't terrible on the PK, especially since that means chances at short handed goals and boy do you not want to let her try.

Hagakure: You know those players that you tend to forget about? They don't really do anything especially interesting so when they do score, you're like 'oh! Holy shit! They're on the team!'? Thats Hagakure. Definitely a grinder queen, doing all the little shit that makes everyone on the team *love* her but that makes her seem totally unremarkable unless you're looking for it. A Chris Kunitz type, if that makes any sense. Always the first on the backcheck, has an awesome +/-, fantastic defensive forward, but unremarkable. She's also locker room gold because she WILL break any shitty moods up.

That's all the girls. I could also bring up Shouta and Hizashi.

Shouta: Positionally pretty good, pretty good reflexes though really nothing spectacular. His biggest handicap has always been his height, which is only short for goalies, and his lack of the superhuman athletic ability that most pro hockey players have. The thing that got him as far as he did was his hockey iq and specifically, how he could look at the ice and read plays. The ECHL and even the AHL were rough for him because the play was so much more chaotic but the few times that he got to play in the NHL were incredible. Because he could see it, he could read all of it and it all made sense. His body just couldn't hang.

Hizashi: I based him off of a combo of Beau Bennett and Tyler Seguin. I even gave him Beau's number, 19, and it was partially due to Beau's nickname of Sunshine and me liking how that matched with the meaning of the name 'Hizashi'. I also thought it was pretty apt given Beau's talent and promise but how his body just could not stay healthy enough to do the things that you could tell he wanted to do.

Oboro: He was a pond hockey player and was proud of it, lol. Put him on defense or have him play as a forward, he didn’t really care. He saw pretty early on how the hockey world just kinda sucked and was like 'nah, I'm good'.

If you have any more questions, I can not stress how delighted I would be to answer them.

#btd

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