#natalie renee shields walker

[saintofsacrilege]

you ever think about how in another dark, violent life where they’re both still nathaniel wesninski and natalie shields, neil and renee could’ve had the same nickname (“nat”)?

[sunny-three]

Can we talk more about Renee walkers imposter syndrom?

[hyucknosung]

sun bleached flies — nicky hemmick and natalie shields renee walker

[aglionbyacademia]

*hands you this* 🤲🏻

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

NATALIE

[bratprinceofexy]

Atonement, Rebirth

[tessasilverswan]

do you think that, in a time in-between natalie and renee, a girl who was trying very hard to be a good person started painting her nails in pastel colors so she'd see them when she reached for her knives? so she'd remember that she didn't need them in her new life?

and that it wasn't until she fully became renee, and didn't need the constant reminder anymore, that she switched to pastel hair?

[ohfallingdisco]

deeply obsessed with this pinterest photo. this is natalie shields to me. in the moment she recognizes she deserves a better life

[you-know-i-get-itt]

hii gia. how are you doing? i am having renee Thoughts instead of sleeping

do you have any renee/natalie headcanon that you'd like to share?

i'm just. really obsessing over the idea that before she dyed her hair she painted her nails in pastel colors so she'd see them when she went for her knives. and the polish was bad and chipped fast so she obsessively repainted them every couple of days. and natalie had never worn anything so bright and distinctive and optimistic just like she hadn't had good things in her life, but she also wasn't renee yet and it was like. an in-between stage. like a pupa. neither caterpillar nor butterfly but with parts of both. metamorphosis. and then she switched them for pastel hair tips so she'd have the reminder when she looked in the mirror. but also because it made her happy.

tessaaaa oh my god i’m obsessed with this?? accepting this as canon immediately omg

something else that really fascinates me is the fact that she makes the conscious decision to keep her knives while making an effort not to use them again, because at some point she must have been tempted to get rid of them as evidence of her past, right? but i like to imagine that before going to bed, she’d have a little ritual of taking them out, carefully turning each knife over in her hand and shining it to keep the rust off of it, keeping them away again, and then saying her prayers before turning off the light, mostly just to prove to herself that she was capable of holding something deadly and turning it into a symbol of what she survived instead of what she could have become. and then later, when she gives them to andrew, they become something similar for him too 

[idiot-h00ker]

I NEED A FIC where Nathan and Mary really do love Neil but because of the troubles of their life they send him away to like his uncle or someone in Europe (I love a Brit Neil) and he tries to live a normal life and have fun like a kid but also the Hartford’s and wesninski decide to teach him to fight so ultimately he’s amazing with knives AND guns and speaks the same amount of languages, bc he’s good at it but when he’s thirteen kengo discovers he’s still alive and takes him, then Nathan and Mary need to get him back but PLOT TWIST Neil’s has been psychologically conditioned to think they wanted to sell him from the start and only the Moriyamas can help him.

On the Andrew side, his dad finds him after Andrew comes forward abt his abuse to his social worker and ends up being raised by him, his father is also a mob boss and Andrew’s pretty good with a knife and hates guns (he’s not as good as Neil and thinks that’s super hot) Nathan is like an uncle to Andrew, and finds Neil beautiful when he sees him the first time at a party in Germany, and Nathan instantly disapproves thinking that Andrew would drag Neil into the crime world

I also need Andrew to be totally smitten, Neil to be completely oblivious to his own attraction and attractiveness, I also require the twins and Nicky to be close in their own way, and some GOOD and angst

If anyone wants to use this I’m begging to be tagged

[perfecteggpartyland]

Aftg fic writers a.k.a my saviors literally I'm begging to write more Renee and Andrew aus; fics whatever you guys want 😭I love my knife wilding duo and I need more of themmmm🖐️I live for those two-

[rikomoriyama01]

[tara-the-star]

i was rewatching squid games and. kang sae byeok? natalie shields renee walker??

[ryokozawa]

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

Natalie Natalie Natalie Natalie NATALIE.

[zhoniysahar]

She faced an impossible task — to survive. To survive at any cost and against all odds. Not to follow in the footsteps of her mother and father, to break off all contacts with the gang, the foundations of which had penetrated her skin, and it would be good not to leave after them all. To continue living, she had to go to school, albeit late, but she needed to finish and get a basic education. A new city, a new school, a new life, all with the same name. The principal accepted some kind of made-up story on her knee about why she had to return to school at that age, and enrolled her as a student. Of course, it was impossible to fulfill her little goal without problems. Classmates and guys from the parallel tried to waylay, come up with something, put it in place, just have fun with an unsociable girl, but a few explanations in understandable language on their fists turned out to be enough to get behind her. She earned her place in the gang not with pretty eyes, but with deeds.

It wasn't so easy to master the curriculum, but it wasn't too difficult either. The exact sciences were especially given.

And physical education. The teacher advised to contact the coaches from the sports clubs at school so that good physical fitness and a short temper would be directed towards a peaceful course. She agreed and really followed the advice. There were three clubs in the school — football, volleyball and exy — and she just had to choose the one to which her heart lay, or its likeness. Several days have passed and a dozen matches of various teams in these sports have been watched, and only one game has hooked her. The players impressed with their speed and intensity, the brightness of the game on the field, as if they were fighting for life and death, and an unconditional victory snatched from rivals without unnecessary effort.

Unbelievable.

This kind of game suits her.

Training day after day, interscholastic games that felt like survival games, victories torn from the throats of rivals, and heartbreaking defeats - all this was not in vain.

The last game of the school year, the last game at school, because it was already her senior year, a loss after which disappointment spread through her veins, the desire to run away with a wild howl from her throat, which hurt after shouting at teammates, an empty shower room where there was too much room just for her, the only one of the girls on the team, and a stranger in the women's locker room, who immediately stared at the girl who entered with a lifeless gaze.

— Is it worth killing yourself because of this?

A low, husky voice, dark eyes, a tattoo in the form of the Roman numeral "5" on the left cheekbone and blond hair.

She watched his whole team and him in particular because they were both goalkeepers, but now this... Humiliating. Where is he and where is she.

— Maybe shouldn't have done that. But it's too late to think about it.

Late. For her. As always.

— But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be here.

What does he mean by that? And what is he really doing here?

— What do you need?

— I need you. A player like you suits us.

— Are you laughing? After losing?

— Does it look like I'm laughing?

— Can you do that?

— Draw conclusions. Your coach has a contract. For you, training starts in a week, hurry up if you don't want to be late, Natalie Shields.

He got up from the bench and left, leaving behind a bittersweet feeling of anticipation that replaced the sour taste of losing.

Three days later, she enters Edgar Allan University, and a week later she starts training. Two months later, in her first game, in a black uniform, she enters the field to the left of Andrew Minyard, who chose her, with the Roman numeral "6" on her left cheekbone.