#round: 005.

[indigenous-character-tournament]

Inkarmat is canonically Ainu.

Geronimo Jr. is canonically Indigenous. The tribe is not specified.

[mingos]

" AT LEAST MY HAT IS FILLED WITH LOVE!! "

　　　　❝ yeah, well it's certainly not filled with brains, bounce boy. ❞

[themagnustournament]

Redemption Round 2 - Match 53

Just like those bags of teeth, we threw out Thrown Away with only 88 votes in Round Two and 244 votes total! The Processing Line got 180 votes in Round One.

MAG 005 - Thrown Away | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

Statement of Keiran Woodward, regarding items recovered from the refuse of 93 Lancaster Rd, Walthamstowe.

MAG 178 - The Processing Line | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript

An examination of industrial meat processes. Audio recorded by the Archivist, in situ.

[catloverkid00]

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ROUND 1, MATCH 17

NO MAGIC, POWERS, OR WEAPONS

Elon Musk:

“I just wanna watch him get beat up”

“I want to watch him lose every fight”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if everyone who went against him beat him?”

“He would get his ass beaten by anyone and everyone, including Conan Edogawa”

“I just want to see him get punched, repeatedly, by real and fictional people.”

Groundskeeper Willie:

“Because he's ripped and clearly willing to go to insane lengths to win. This guy will punch you in the throat, he doesn't give a shit.”

“There ain’t nary an animal alive that can outrun a greased Scotsman!”

[archives-of-a-hidden-writer]

Something Else Entirely

Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X Nonchalant!Cold!Reader

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》 Summary: Where, somehow, Thanos kept choosing you over his others without hesitation more often in the 3rd game, which led to confusion and feelings to be said. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS TO EPISODE 5 / GAME 2 AND 3, Change of story(Both during possibly after the entry), Reader is player '457', Thanos chose to recruit you instead of Se-mi and Min-su in the 2nd game, Blood, Violence, Mentions of Drug Use, Spilled Confession(He screamed it out), Shouting, Swearing, slight not-so nsfw(PDA), Reader chose 'x' twice. |

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The next day in this damned place seemed to have passed by quickly as you and other players were now being transferred and walked towards the second game. Of course, this meant yesterday's voting system ended with continuing to the second game.

You knew everyone here had decided to play the games due to their debts, but unlike them, you didn't have that much debt in you to surpass the millions like the, but you dislike the thought of spending your hard-earned money on debts you barely even recall now. So the rounded-up cash after the first round was closely enough for you, making you choose to leave the games immediately.

But, of course, that didn't happen as you all entered a new room you deciphered as where the 2nd game would occur.

As the doors you all entered from closed, the first instruction was announced. To find a team in groups of 5.

Being the unphased person you are, you just waited for someone to ask you if you can join their team. As everyone scrambled to find people to join them, you walked around the area, awaiting for someone to ask you to join them.

Of course, that happened as someone shouted your number.

"457!" A voice called out from behind. You turned to see player 230, giving you a wave. You raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want me to join you guys?" You said, turning your full body torwards them.

Player 230 nodded with a big smile, clearly ignoring the 'x' patch on your jacket. "Sure is, do you know who I am?" He replied, pointing at himself as he asked the question. You raised your eyebrow again at this, "The infamous rapper, Thanos?" You answered, earning a thumbs up from Thanos and his two friends before freestyle rapping who he was.

After that, he asked for your name, in which you gave him a nickname instead, not wanting to give out anything that much yet. He then patted my shoulder and winked at me. "Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you," he said, giving me a finger heart. I just scoffed at his action, turning away as I noticed there were only four members. But soon after that, one of Thanos' friends found another player to join.

The announcer later spoke, telling everyone about the 2nd game's mechanic, the six-legged pentathlon. The mini-games given were said out, and you looked over to your teammates as they listened before settling on who would play which game. Luckily for them, you played gonggi in the past, so that game is yours to play once your team is up.

"Okay, you good with gonggi?" Player 124, which you now know as Nam-gyu, asked, earning a nod from you. They then started picking out their own games to choose and play later.

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"Goddammit, a lot of people survived," Nam-gyu groaned as we noticed another batch of players enter the room again. All five of you finished the 2nd game, now waiting for every player to either lose or win.

You hummed in return as the thought last group entered the dormitory. You leaned back into the bunk's metal stands, deep in thought. However, it was soon diminished by Thanos slinging an arm across your shoulders.

He said your nickname and praised you for your game earlier, "You did amazing there!" Thanos exclaimed before imitating how you did in the 2nd game.

Soon, the 2nd game came to an end as the pink guards entered the room once more to announce the new amount.

You looked up at the piggy bank in the ceiling before darting back onto the screen above the pink guards, the price of money doubling its amount. To you, it was far more than enough for you.

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"457, just one more round, 'kay?" Nam-gyu said, shaking you by your shoulders as he spoke. He took notice of the red patch, but you pushed him off, your mind had already decided from the start.

Thanos, of course, noticed this and stood between you and Nam-gyu, earning a confused look from Nam-gyu, but deciding on shrugging it off as Thanos being high on his ass again.

But little by little, you've noticed how close Thanos was to you, even back at the 2nd game, he sat close to you, and even during the games, he attempted to have a hand on you from behind.

You, at first, thought of it as him on his drugs, but soon, you started thinking otherwise. And those thoughts continued further as he seemingly blocked you off from Nam-gyu's persuasions despite wanting the same thing.

The voting commenced with player 001 being the first to vote, who chose 'x' this time around. Other players were soon called one-by-one.

As it continues around the halfway mark, player 001 suddenly disrupts the players, causing a scene throughout players that inevitably pushes players to play one more round, adding things like the games are for kids and it's that easy.

You just groaned at this scene, knowing well it will not end well for those who chose 'x'.

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"... Shit..." you cursed out as you pressed 'x' with the voting barely reaching the 'o', making the games continue once again.

Of course, those who chose 'o' cheered in joy, including Nam-gyu. Meanwhile, Thanos slightly frowned, you still chose to choose to leave the game already. Knowing his gaze as well as Nam-gyu's, you decide to instead join those who also chose 'x'.

Meanwhile, on Thanos' side, Nam-gyu cursed at you as they watched you enter the bunks of the 'x's.

"... That bitch," Nam-gyu said, somehow earning a back slap from Thanos, "Oi, don't talk to them like that..." Thanos replied to him, yet still slightly upset how you didn't choose the same as them. Nam-gyu gave another look of confusion towards Thanos, he thinks he was acting a lot stranger than before, even if the excuse or reason was the drugs, it was still a little too out of character of him to act this way towards another player.

As you all do your things, the announcer sounds in to say night's out in half an hour, cue players to go, or find a relatively good bed in the bunks to sleep in.

You found a relatively good one in the middle, not too close to the middle but not too close to the walls as well as it was right next to one of the staircases in the bunks.

Soon, the lights started to dim, with players starting to cosy up under the covers of their bunks. You, as well, cosy up under the covers and sleep, escaping the world for a little while.

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Later on, you stirred for a moment as you hear footsteps towards you. You were close to the stairs, so that's that, but you couldn't help but feel like the person was coming towards you.

And then, you heard someone call your nickname, "Oi, baby, you awake?" You recognised the voice as Thanos. You groaned at him in return, "I am now, thank you very much," You retorted as you turned away from him, "Leave me alone, I know you wanted something because I chose 'x'..." You added, noticing how he always screamed for 'o' in the votes.

He scoffed at that, if only you could see the smitten look on his face as he shook his head, "Not about that, but why did you leave our group, huh?" He asked, lightly shaking your shoulder, you groaned again and yanked his hand off.

"Really? An 'x' with four 'o's, you fucking high right now? And get back to you bunk, they might notice and eliminate your drugged ass," you retorted, slightly turning towards him before you noticed him moving towards the bed above yours and looking back at you, "There, better?" He asked, elbows propping him up as he placed his head on his palms. He was lucky with the darkness hiding the smitten look on him.

You scoffed at him before attempting to go back to sleep.

As you do so, Thanos kept looking at you. Sure, he may be getting questions from his friends the next day, but did he care? Something about you kept pulling him back to you, not like what he felt towards the dead 196. No, it was entirely different. Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

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The next day came by, and you awoke to see Thanos who actually slept on the bunk above yours. Damn, you thought to yourself, thinking whether this man has something towards you or he'd just like this towards new friends.

The time went by, and now you and the rest are being walked to the 3rd game with Thanos, of course, tailing behind you. Again, you were weirded out by this as his friends were somewhere else in the lines.

As you all entered the new place, a large area with 50 rooms surrounding it with a higher platform in the middle.

The 3rd game is about to begin.

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"Going to leave us again, boss?" Nam-gyu called out to Thanos, approaching the purple-haired man. Two rounds in, Nam-gyu took notice of how Thanos' first instinct after each round was to find you as you always try and find other groups than theirs.

Thanos ignored Nam-gyu and continued to look for you. Then he did. He immediately bearhugged you and ruffled your hair.

He cheered your name, saying how glad he was that you're alive like him. You replied his actions by a pat of the back, continuing to be weirded out by the noticable difference in dynamics between how he acts around you and his friends.

Soon, the carousel started to slowly spin again, along with the same music to sang out.

"3!" The announcer said. The player then started to find players to complete the said amount. You immediately got into one and ran towards one of the rooms, not noticing Thanos calling for you. With that, Thanos kicked one of his friends out before screaming towards one of the rooms.

The half a minute timer came to an end, followed by rounds of shots and screams of those who didn't manage to get into a room.

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"Fucking hell..." You cursed out, after another round, the players remained decreased as the 6th round of the game commenced, the platform below spinned slowly.

You were already exhausted from all the adrenaline and running from the previous rounds and games. You hoped this was the final round.

Meanwhile, Thanos kept a close eye on you, blatantly ignoring Nam-gyu once more, not wanting to hear another avertion coming from his friend. Of course, he noticed your exhaustion, and deep down is concerned. Even under all those drugs, he had a concern for you.

"2!" The announcer said, earning you mentally cursing at it. 50 rooms and over 100 players. If you won't die due to not being able to find a partner, then you might as well be eliminated for the inability to secure a room.

About to give out, you felt someone tug on you by the wrist and pull you out of the platform, followed by Nam-gyu's voice screaming out for Thanos. You looked to see the man, Thanos, holding your wrist as you both ran towards the rooms.

"The fuck- Hey!" You called out, but it was unheard as other players ran to get into their own rooms.

"What the fuck-!?" You cursed out, trying to free your wrist as you both entered one of the rooms. He finally lets go of you, "The hell is really wrong with you?!" You cursed out, "You've acting weird this entire time. The hell are you on 'cause that's not drugs," you added, extremely confused and weirded out by his actions. He remained silent. Only the sounds of players outside could be heard.

He mustered something but you couldn't quite hear it, "What was that?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I said what-" "Because I love you for fuck's sake!" Thanos let out, grabbing your shoulders and shaking, "God, every since! Just... Something in you are different, and it makes me insane!" He said.

Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

You stared at him in slight shock, "What...?" You asked, wondering if you heard that right.

"Dammit, I fucking love you, alright? You're fucking intoxicating," he replied, lowering his head as if ashamed of the words that spilled his mouth.

Finally understanding his words, you tapped his cheek, making him look back at you before giving a small smile at him.

Forgetting the world around us, the door unlocked as the game finished. Slightly relieved at this, you looked back at Thanos before giving him a peck on the lips, ignoring the slight tang of iron from the blood that splattered on his face from previous games.

You exited the room after that, leaving the jaw-dropped man in the room as you attempted to blend back in the remaining players.

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As your entered the dormitory once again, you felt someone tackle you once more, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close.

"You shouldn't have left me like that, baby!" He whined, pulling you towards his original place in the bunks on the other side. You slightly felt a bit out of place considering your patch and the players surrounding you, but Thanos soon pushed those feelings away as he proudly exclaimed you at his friends, earning glances at Nam-gyu that speaks "So that's why he was acting like that," before nodding.

Soon, another voting would commence, but now getting close to Thanos, you wondered if you could continue this without him dying because of another game.

Now you have another reason to leave the games entirely.

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》 Archiver's Notes: As the winner of the voting log with no more than 2% more than another option, a continuation entry is done for the chaotic purple-haired man, Thanos.

[megalony]

Secure The Succession

It's been a while, but this is a new Emperor Geta imagine, based on a lovely request by @bib200 thank you for being patient waiting for me to get round to posting it.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: Geta and (Y/n) have three beautiful daughters together, but as far as the council are concerned, that's three failures to provide a male heir. They are counting on (Y/n) having a boy this time, and she is afraid in case she has another daughter.

Enjoy.

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The sound of the fountain was soothing. It was almost like sitting by a river and hearing the stream gushing around the rocks.

(Y/n) always liked the water, whether it was the sound or the look of the stream or how free and easily adaptable it was, she wasn't sure. But it was always calming to be near water. It was one of the reasons (Y/n) was so glad that the palace had two fountains in the expanding gardens. She didn't have to venture out of the palace walls if she wanted some sense of tranquillity or to find some calm away from the stress of the Senates.

Her head angled to one side and she looked over the flowing water around the stone fountain while the sun beat down onto her. The day was warm, it was almost scorching but (Y/n) didn't want to go inside yet.

There wasn't a lot she could do around the palace at the moment and the only times the maids seemed to leave her alone was when she wanted to go in the gardens. And she had to reassure them that she was fine, that there wasn't any risk of threat to her to walk around on her own.

Something tugged at her heart strings and sent butterflies errupting in (Y/n)'s chest when a familiar voice began to call out to her.

"Mama!"

She looked ahead to see her youngest girl aiming her way with outstretched arms and a bright smile on her face.

"Hi," Leaning forwards, (Y/n) reached down and scooped up the two year old as soon as she was within arms reach. She sat up straight again and settled Lunia on her lap, binding her arms around her waist while she pressed her lips to the top of her girls head.

(Y/n) knew she should get walking around soon, she had been sat here on the side of the fountain for some time now, but a few minutes longer with her girls wouldn't make much difference.

She smiled as she looked down at Lunia. Her golden hair was a mess, it didn't look like the maid had managed to get a brush through her hair today, but that wasn't so surprising. The little girl was a handful and if she wanted to go trotting off rather than sitting for her hair to be brushed or to get dressed properly, then off she would go.

"What have you been doing?" She murmured quietly, keeping her left arm looped around the toddler while her right hand moved to try and card through her knotted hair.

She gained a cheeky smile in response, and Lunia started to wriggle around and lean back into (Y/n)'s protruding stomach, moving from side to side to try and get comfy on her mother's lap.

"Morning mama."

At least her two other girls looked more presentable and tamed.

(Y/n) watched Aemilia trot towards her, the golden frills of her dress swaying around her like golden beams from the sun. She had her hair curled into ringlets and pinned behind her head with a few daisies woven into the braid over the centre of her head, reminding (Y/n) of one of the Goddess statues she had seen at a temple not so long ago.

The seven year old bounded over to (Y/n) with fever and quickly plopped down to her knees beside (Y/n)'s legs. She leant her cheek on (Y/n)'s knee and smiled up at her with those big round eyes that always reminded (Y/n) of Geta. She could always see him whenever she looked at their girls.

"What have you all been up to?"

Her eyes lifted from Aemilia to see the maid stood a few feet away with a candid smile and her head angled to one side to admire the growing roses. All the maids in charge of presiding over the girls knew that when their parents were around, the maids weren't needed. They could retreat a safe distance and find something to amuse themselves.

And when her third girl trotted towards her, (Y/n) beckoned her over and watched Aurelia perch down next to her on the fountain. The five year old had her hair in a full braid that was pinned in a circle at the back of her head. Aurelia didn't like to have her hair down. She would sit for hours with (Y/n), allowing her mother to put her hair up into marvelous styles with flowers and beads and trinkets of gold woven into her curls.

"We had a Latin lesson." Aurelia didn't sound too pleased. She wasn't one for the lessons and teachings her and her elder sister had to endure.

A lot of the Senates opposed to the girls being taught such vigorous lessons with maths and languages and learning about the Gods. They thought such schooling was reserved for boys, and if (Y/n) had bore Princes rather than girls, all the Senates would double down on these lessons and be on board.

None of them spoke up when Geta was around. They knew his views. His daughters should be as well versed as any Prince would be. They were the future of Rome. Geta wasn't as good in his learnings as he should have been, both he and Caracalla had been schooled in fighting and tactics and what to do when they were on the throne.

But since Geta knew none of his girls were likely to be on the throne, they should at least be as smart as the Princes they would one day be wed to.

"Where's papa?"Aemilia lifted her head so her chin was perched on (Y/n)'s knee and she curled her arms around (Y/n)'s legs, sticking as close to her side as she could get.

She didn't mind lessons, especially when they learned about the Gods. Aemilia knew whatever she learned would please her father and she loved the way he smiled and praised her when she told him something knew. She was a natural at languages, although it didn't interest her very much, she could pick it up easy enough and didn't need to study like the tutors tried to tell her.

"He's in a meeting, come on, let's go for a walk." (Y/n) twisted Lunia around in her arms and settled the toddler on her hip once she stood up.

Both girls began to walk alongside (Y/n), happy enough to wander in the gardens for the time being until they could go and find Geta once he was finished with business.

(Y/n) leaned her head on top of Lunia's when the little girl nuzzled her cheek into (Y/n)'s shoulder and stayed content in her arms.

Her eyes drifted between her other two girls who started to walk a pace ahead of her, dragging their fingers along the petals of the flowers adorning the path they walked down. And her free hand that wasn't holding onto Lunia slowly moved to run across her stomach.

Not long now. One more month, and she and Geta would have another child to think about.

(Y/n) hoped this one would be a boy.

At least one boy was what she needed; it was her duty as Empress to give Rome an heir, and so far, she hadn't been very sufficient. Of course, (Y/n) loved all of her girls. They were what got her up in the morning and made her smile and made her feel proud.

But the rest of Rome didn't think the same way, mainly the Senates and the council.

They had been slightly disappointed at first when (Y/n) bore her first daughter, but nothing had been said. When she had Aurelia, she heard the whispers, the men saying that hopefully Geta could be blessed with a boy next time and that (Y/n) 'wouldn't let him down again'.

When she had Lunia, (Y/n) wouldn't come out of her room. She wouldn't risk bumping into the Senates because she knew what they would say, and she knew how angry Geta had been after a meeting with them. He had been enraged that the Senates had tried to say that (Y/n) wasn't a fit Empress and that three girls was a punishment.

Geta didn't see it that way. He had three girls, all of which had been perfectly healthy and (Y/n) had gotten through three births. That was a high achievement in his eyes and all his girls meant more than the worth of Rome to him.

But (Y/n) knew that if she happened to have a boy this time, then the Senates would stop. They wouldn't have any reason to be unjust with her, they wouldn't be able to say one bad thing about her or try to imply that she was somehow cursed or that the Gods were looking down on her. Giving Rome an heir would secure Geta and Caracalla on the throne and mean that no one could usurp the throne once both Emperors were deceased.

If she had another girl, it would only cement things for the Senates and the people of Rome that the succession wasn't secure and it might cast doubt on Geta or on their marriage.

Turning her head, (Y/n) attached her lips to the top of Lunia's head and reached her hand out to take Aurelia's hand. She pulled her closer to her side and moved towards Aemilia so the four of them were walking almost side by side, glued together.

She loved her girls, and (Y/n) would never change anything about them or trade them in for anything.

But she hoped this time that she could give Geta the son he needed. And in one month, she would find out and seal her fate, one way or the other.

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Geta knew it. He knew the moment he left the palace this morning that it hadn't been a good idea, but he had gone anyway. He let everyone convince him that it was fine for him to go on business with Caracalla and then pay visit to one of the Senates who was hosting a gathering in his home.

Something about going out hadn't settled right with Geta, not when (Y/n) hadn't seemed herself last night, and she had been even less her usual self this morning before he left. He hated going anywhere without her, but at such a late stage in the pregnancy with only a matter of weeks left, it was frowned upon for (Y/n) to leave the palace for any reason.

Geta had been reassured that the maids would keep an eye on her, and of course the rest of his girls were with their usual nurse maids and tutors in the palace, so they would be fine too. He didn't allow the girls to leave the palace unless for a very rare occasion when he and (Y/n) were both present with them. Each of his daughters, his flowers, were too precious to risk venturing out into the murky streets of Rome.

Now he wished he had never gone.

Their carriage hadn't pulled up back within the palace walls before a guard was rushing out to them to tell Geta that (Y/n) was in labour.

He shouldn't have gone, he should have trusted the uneasy tension in his gut and stayed home. Now she had been suffering without him and for all Geta knew, the process had ended while he had been out. He had been there when the rest of their girls had been born. Geta couldn't stray far, not when he knew the dangers that were posed to (Y/n)'s health.

Servants seemed to understand that something was amiss, for they moved right out of Geta's path with one glance at him.

His pace quickened as he turned down another corridor and his pale silver robes glistened like stars in the afternoon sun streaming through the open windows. The stone floor resonated beneath his sandals which clicked and thumped as he strode around the palace he knew blindfolded. His feet were like the stampede of wild horses running free and his eyes were lens focusing on their target right in front of him to the left.

He hadn't even been to see the girls. Once the message was delivered about (Y/n), Geta strode through the palace, his one target being their bed chambers so he could find out what was happening and if all was well. He would check on his daughters later.

His slender, pale fingers curled around the door and he barged it open like a true God walking among men and he strode into the room only to stop short when he looked around.

Did no one in this God forsaken place listen to him? Did none of them retain anything he said or take heed of the numerous warnings he gave them time and time again?

The Senates and the councilmen were in here. They were in what was classed as a study adjoining onto the bed chamber.

(Y/n) didn't want them here.

Geta had made it clear during her past three births that none of them were welcome to wait in hre like vultures wanting to peck at the situation and tear everything apart.

It was- in Geta's mind- a very old tradition that all the Senates and the council would gather and wait in the next room when labour took place. Geta was supposed to wait with them, he wasn't supposed to be in the room, but that had been discarded each and every time. And Geta kept telling these vultures not to be here.

It wasn't fair on (Y/n) for them all to wait around for news because they were horrid. They could hear her torment, her screams, her cries and they were imposing on a moment that should be private and joyeous. They were waiting beause they wanted news of a boy, an heir to the Empire. And both (Y/n) and Geta knew that if it was a girl, the Senates mutters of disapproval would be clearly heard in the bed chamber, and (Y/n) didn't want to hear that.

She didn't want to hear their aggravation and disapproval or see their angered faces, looking at her in disgust and irritation. She didn't want to see them and see how they glared at her, thinking her incompetent to give Rome a proper heir.

Fury burned within Geta's eyes as he turned to face them all. They had gathered in here precisely because they knew he had been out with Caracalla. They knew he was indisposed and therefore wouldn't be able to bark orders at them to leave.

Well he was back now; and they were all leaving.

His merciless eyes raked over each and every one of them as his hands balled up into fists at his sides and his head angled from left to right, peering down on all the people he didn't want to be here.

All of the people who somehow presumed they were supposed or allowed to be here, like it was their right when they already knew how both the Emperor and Empress thought about this matter.

"All of you, out. Now." Geta wished that when he gave an order, everyone would follow complicitely rather than stare at him like they didn't know who he was or what language he spoke. They always needed more confirmation and an explanation that was hardly ever necessary, but everyone seemed to lose their intelligence when they were questioned or told to do something they did not want to do.

The disbelief in their eyes was enraging and it caused Geta's nostrils to flare as he tried so hard not to scream the walls down.

"Are you deaf or just mute? You know I never want you here so get out of my sight."

Geta's hand motioned out to his side like he was ushering a flock of sheep back into the herd. But none of them moved, they stared at him with widened eyes and began to mutter inconsistently to one another.

Not many of them had the privilege to see the Emperor in one of his bad moods. It was usually Caracalla they had to be wary of, Geta was the one who enraged and threw things and shouted in private, not in front of an audience. But if these insufferable men waited around for much longer, they were going to see just how ruthless Geta could be once provoked.

"Sire, you weren't here, and tradition dictates-"

"Do I look like I want a history lesson? Traditions aren't rules, they don't apply to me so if none of you are healers or midwives, you have no use to me."

Geta's fingers began to curl into his palms until his nails were close to drawing blood and his legs were starting to shake with growing agitation.

Why was no one complying with him, why did they all feel the need to argue with him when this wasn’t their choice? Each of them should know Geta and (Y/n)'s wishes from being in this position three times before. They didn't want a crowd of people hanging around in the next room waiting to see if things went smoothly or not.

They didn't really care about (Y/n)'s health and frame of mind. They didn't care if this process was hard and took a toll on her or if it almost cost her her life. All they cared about was finding out whether the heir was a boy or girl and if the baby was going to survive.

It was a very old and intruding tradition that members of the council and the highest authority of the palace would wait close by for any news. They were waiting so that when the baby was born they would know what the gender was and how everything had gone but it was too intruding and personal. (Y/n) hated the thought of people being able to hear her screams of agony, listening in to what the midwife was saying as they waited impatiently for it to finish.

What made it worse was that (Y/n) knew everyone would be expecting something of her. They expected her to give her life for this child if things went wrong. They expected her to finally produce a boy. They expected her to go through this torment again and again if she had a girl, until she finally produced the boy they were all waiting for.

They cared more about the fact that the baby might be a boy than if (Y/n) was okay or in pain. Everyone was counting on this baby being a boy so they would have an heir to the throne and it made (Y/n) sick that all the weight and responsibility was on her shoulders and hers alone.

Relief finally flooded Geta's veins when they began to listen to him. They seemed to finally understand that he wasn't going to allow them to be here any longer. Either (Y/n) knew they were here and they hadn't listened to her when she told them to leave, or she didn't know they were gathered out here. Geta didn't know which was worse. But now they were finally flooding the hallway and disappearing, it was like Geta could breathe without feeling like he was going to burst into flames.

The first time he and (Y/n) had been in labour, it had been hectic and full of madness. Geta barely had the memory correct and in order in his head, it was jumbled up like knotted string and all of those same men had been in the adjoining room, trying to tell Geta to stay with them.

They had waited while Geta burst into the room and was there for Aemilia's birth, and Geta had been outraged when they all visibly showed annoyance at the fact that it was a girl.

She was Geta's first daughter, his most precious jewel and they had acted like she was a mere inconvenience to them.

For Aurelia and Lunia's births, Geta hadn't allowed the Senates anywhere near the room, and the same went for this child too.

Once he was certain that none of them were lingering in the hall or about to try and re-enter the room, Geta stormed into the bed chamber without another second to lose.

Tears drenched (Y/n)'s face that felt like it was burning up and Geta's name fell past her lips in a breathless whisper when her husband finally burst through the doors. She had been praying for him to come back, waiting in agony for him to arrive and finally be here. She didn't like to think about Geta missing this moment when he had been there for all the others.

"I'm here, I'm here."

(Y/n) weakly held out her hand and the moment Geta was perched down beside her on the bed and their hands were tangled together, she pulled his hand to press it against her chest while her breaths came out in deep gasps. She was glad it was nearly over. She just wanted everything to stop.

She didn't know what to do with herself when another pain seemed to split her in two. She went from writhing from one side to the other, to crying out weakly to then trying to twist and curl up on her side in a ball, but she didn't have the energy to move very far.

"Is something wrong?" Geta tried hard not to snap and to hold his tongue when he looked at the midwife, but the underlying threat in his words was clear. If something was wrong, she had to tell him and if she didn't sort it out and look after (Y/n) properly, then she would no longer have a job.

"The Empress has been losing some blood, a-and the baby didn't turn, we had to adjust its position."

Just the thought was enough to make Geta shiver and close his eyes as if to ward off the implications and the idea of what had happened whilst he hadn't been here.

He could see from the midwife's expression that it had been more than just a small amount of blood. And he knew from when Aurelia had been born that when the baby didn't turn and the midwife had to try and turn them, it had caused (Y/n) untold agony.

No wonder she looked so weak and distraught. Her skin was clammy, her eyes couldn't stay in focus and she looked as if all her energy levels were depleted.

This had been far from easy for (Y/n).

As with the last three pregnancies, the midwife and the healer had been given very strict instructions by Geta. He had spoken to them before today and now he was very glad he did. Geta always made it implicitely clear that if something went wrong, (Y/n) was their priority. They should use all of their efforts and methods to save (Y/n).

Geta could live with the loss of a baby, he could overcome that, but he couldn't overcome losing (Y/n). He couldn't have anything happen to her.

They all knew, if complications arise, their priority is the Empress. Geta's soul be damned, he would lose a baby, but he wouldn't lose his wife and he didn't care how ruthless that made him or if that sent him to Hell in the next life. He couldn't be without his wife.

Geta leaned over to press a dozen kisses to his wife's temple while his free hand began to run up and down her arm like he was trying to coax her into a more lively state or give her some much needed energy. He could feel how she was starting to burn up like she belonged on the fire in the coldest winter.

(Y/n) could feel tears of anguish and exhaustion trickling down her skin as she pressed her head back into the pillow and groaned. She knew it wouldn't be long now. This had gotten somewhat faster the more times she had done this and although it wasn't really easier or less excrutiating, at least it was familiar to (Y/n) and the torture didn't last as long.

Her free hand fisted in the sheets and she tried to push as much as she could with the dwindling amount of energy she had left. But more cries left her lips when she couldn't seem to do anything to make the pain more bearable and pushing didn't feel like it was getting her anywhere.

She tugged weakly on Geta's hand and flopped her head to the left until her temple brushed against his side. She wanted to go to sleep. (Y/n) wanted to sleep and wake up to find her baby already in her arms and everything had passed.

"Do something." Geta sounded a mix between concerned and defeated as he glared over at the healer.

The healer was here in case of emergencies, in case something went wrong and (Y/n) was clearly not in a good state. Geta had seen her do this three times before and this was like the second time with Aurelia. (Y/n) was suffering and something had to be done. He had to stop the bleeding which was starting up again and give (Y/n) something for the pain so she could try and get through this ordeal.

Geta's lips pressed against the top of (Y/n)'s head, but his eyes moved to follow the healer.

He watched the elder man flutter about the room before he appeared at the side of the bed with a glass in hand. Geta recognised the concotion, he had seen it be given to his wife many times and he knew the main ingredient was poppy seeds. It was a remedy to ease the pain and although it would make (Y/n) drowsy, it would make this situation easier for her to bear and help with the bleeding that was happening again.

When Geta gently cupped the back of her neck and tilted her head forward, (Y/n) whimpered but she didn't argue when a glass was pressed against her lips and she was encouraged to drink the familiar remedy. It used to be something that (Y/n) hated, it made her feel sick and it was disgusting. But in times of need, (Y/n) would take whatever she could get and she had gotten used to the horrid taste of this remedy.

She took large gulps to get it gone quicker and once the glass was empty, (Y/n) felt sick, but she knew she would start to feel like she was in a dream soon enough.

"Another push, my lady."

It was an inner relief to Geta that the healer was hovering by. The midwife was still clearly in charge, but Geta felt better to have them both now presiding over the birth.

Geta couldn't help but cringe and cling to his wife tighter as she both moaned and screamed at the agony that was tearing through her muscles. He watched her eyes scrunch closed and she seemed to contort and pull herself inwards, curling up like she was trying to disappear.

"Head's born, not long now." The midwife reached over for one of the towels resting near Geta's leg and he noticed that she looked a little calmer now. They were nearly at the end.

(Y/n) didn't feel well. She felt lightheaded and sick and her limbs felt heavy and useless and everything was starting to become overwhelming. She wanted this to be over.

A breathless whimper left her lips and she tried her best to pull up her legs that were starting to turn numb. She shook and screamed and writhed until she heard the midwife repeating 'all done, all done' and (Y/n) let herself melt into the sheets as she gasped like she was on deaths door.

As soon as the midwife delivered the afterbirth and cut the cord, she moved out the way and let the healer take her place. It seemed to be a silent agreement that the healer could take over now. She had done her part and now it was time for him to take care of the Empress and ensure she was alright.

(Y/n) wasn't sure how much time had passed. In her mind, it felt like only seconds had ticked by while she had caught her breath back and tried to recover her senses. But she realised that it must have been much longer than seconds, than mere minutes, because the atmosphere had changed.

The midwife was no longer in the room with them when (Y/n) managed to open her eyes and come back to her senses. The healer had left too. The sheets had been changed. Two maids carefully helped sit (Y/n) up so she was no longer laid down when she started to move her arms and groan, and she realised she must have passed out.

"There, my lady. We'll fetch the wet nurse soon."

(Y/n) was sure that the maids were talking to Geta rather than to her and she turned her head to see Geta was still sat next to her on the bed, thankfully. But this time, he had a bundle in his arms.

It was a relief when both maids excused themselves and left the room so only (Y/n), Geta and their baby were alone together.

It felt like drums were raging inside (Y/n)'s head and pounding at her skull, but she did her best to ignore the feeling. She shifted from left to right, trying to get a bit more settled and liven herself up. Maybe she had taken a bit too much of the herbal remedy the healer gave her, but then again, that could be a good thing in itself because she didn't feel like she was on death's door anymore.

When she seemed to stabilise herself, (Y/n) looked back up at her husband and studied his expression for a few seconds. He looked enamoured. He had that faraway look in his eyes and a soft kind of smile on his face that (Y/n) only saw in rare moments when he was alone with her or the girls. Geta had a very cold exterior when he was around the Senates and council and out seeing the people. It was only when he was safely hidden behind these walls that the tender, delicate side of him shone through.

"Can I hold them now?" Leaning across, (Y/n) pressed a delicate kiss to Geta's shoulder and moved a shaky hand to brush her fingertips across the back of the newborn's head.

She felt bad. She hadn't held her baby straight away, she was used to holding them and cuddling them before the midwife had finished and excused herself from the room. But Geta seemed very keen to have that first hold and soothe them until (Y/n) was ready.

She leaned back into the pillows a little more and tried to relax while Geta leaned over her. His lips attached to the side of her temple as he seemed to curl around her and slide his arms down towards hers. (Y/n) could feel Geta smiling against her skin as he carefully eased the newborn into her arms, but his next words sent shockwaves rattling through (Y/n)'s system.

"Here she is."

(Y/n) felt like she had turned into a block of ice and her arms stiffened like a marble statue as she looked down at the baby in her arms.

She.

(Y/n) found herself muttering "It's a girl?" although she was shocked Geta even heard her with how low her voice was.

She'd had another girl. (Y/n) had given birth to yet another daughter when she was supposed to give Geta a boy this time. She was supposed to provide at least one male heir for the good of Rome. It was part of her duty as Empress to keep the succession of the throne going and make sure that there wouldn't be a threat to the throne.

If she didn't have a boy then once Geta and Caracalla were gone there would be an uproar, a fight for who would take the throne next. It would leave an opening for someone to rise up and take the throne by force, as had been done before. The people might not accept whichever future husband was chosen for Aemilia who would rule over Rome if there was no male heir.

The peace of Rome was in jeopardy because (Y/n) had failed again.

Four times she had been given the chance to nurture a future Emperor, and each time she had failed.

(Y/n) didn't realise she was crying until a single tear dropped from her cheek and cascaded down onto her daughter's temple. She couldn't bring herself to move. (Y/n) couldn't find the ability to lift her head or tighten her arms or curl her daughter tighter to her chest. All she could do was stare at this new life they had created and wonder why they had been blessed with so many daughters.

It was hard to stop her arms from trembling and disturbing the little life curled up against her who was currently settled and seemingly asleep already.

More and more tears cascaded down (Y/n)'s face until it felt like she was going to cry enough to flood a river and when she began slowly rocking back and forth, Geta realised something was wrong.

His features scrunched up into a frown and his head tilted to one side so he could try and look down at his wife a bit better. He hurriedly looped his right arm around her waist while his other hand curled over her chest and gently curled over the back of her hand that was resting on their daughter's head.

"Love, what's the matter?"

Geta looked between (Y/n) and their daughter, trying to see if she had noticed something was wrong with their girl or if (Y/n) was suddenly feeling unwell again and he would have to send out for the healers. But he couldn't see anything apparent and he hated that (Y/n) was refusing to look up at him.

"I c- I can't give you an heir."

Why wasn't Geta angry? Why hadn't he left the room in a rage and gone to tell the Senates already that it was a lost cause, that he had yet another daughter? Why wasn't he telling (Y/n) what she already knew, that she had failed him and that she clearly wasn't the Empress everyone expected her to be?

Why was Geta so calm? It was infuriating and (Y/n) wanted to scream if she had the energy and the breath left within her lungs to do so. She wanted to scream the walls down until Geta became as angry as he had every right to be. This can't have been what he had in mind when they got married. He couldn't have imagined that they would have four daughters and no sons.

And (Y/n) hadn't even lost a son. Maybe some sickening part of her would have felt better if she had lost a boy by now, if she had at least proven to the Senates that she had tried, that she could carry boys.

All four of her pregnancies had reached almost full term and each baby had survived. They had just been daughters. (Y/n) hadn't lost any of them and she hadn't lost any sons. She was brilliant at giving the Senates exactly what they feared, exactly what they didn't want.

"But you already have." Geta tightened his hand over (Y/n)'s and nudged their palms along their daughter's head.

This was his heir, right here. He had four daughters. Four chances to make prestigious marriages and alliances for them. Rome could expand not just by fighting and taking land by force, but by marrying and creating alliances and bonds with countries further afield.

Not that Geta could bring himself to think about marrying any of their girls off. Part of him was desperate to keep each and every one of them here within the palace walls for the rest of their lives, where they would be safe and watched over and never parted from their parents.

But Geta's girls were as much an heir as any boy would be. When they'd had Aemilia, Geta would admit he had been in turmoil. He had been somewhat displeased not to have a son, because who would be pass his empire down to?

It wasn't until his daughter started to grow and learn and stare up at Geta with those big eyes full of love and how she made his heart swell that he realised he would have ten of Aemilia than one son.

Geta couldn't help but wince when (Y/n) huffed and more tears poured down her face as she began to heave and gasp for breath.

She moved one shaking hand to try in vain to clear her vision, but when she tilted her head back to look up at Geta, she couldn't quite keep their gazes interlocked. She stared at his chin rather than looking up at those dark brown eyes that would break her apart.

"You need a son. Four girls, the… the senates claim it as an omen, they are against me as it is." The mere thought of the Senates hearing this news made (Y/n) shiver and mewl as she flopped her cheek against Geta's shoulder. "D-don't tell them."

She knew how silly she sounded. This was the news they were waiting for to try and bring around (Y/n)'s demise.

The Senates didn't like how much Geta valued her opinion and how he and Caracalla listened to her in state affairs and meetings. They didn't like how popular (Y/n) was with the people. She could do nothing right and this was something they would use against her. It was the only thing they could use against her that Geta couldn't immediately claim as silly because everyone knew and expected him to have a male heir at some point.

They would see this as an omen. They would say that the Gods were against (Y/n), that she had offended them and their punishment was that she couldn't bear a son.

"They are old fools who favour tradition. You have given Rome four beautiful Princesses, that isn't wrong or something to be ridiculed."

Tradition was something of an enemy to Geta because most traditions were imposing and outdated and people mistook tradition for rules. They weren't set in stone, they weren't commandments or the law. Geta had four girls now, and he wasn't disappointed with any of them, so no one else should be either.

(Y/n) wanted to believe him, but she had seen it for herself three times before. She had seen the looks the Senates would give her. She had seen them shaking their heads, muttering about 'next time' and conferring with each other that the succession wasn't safe until a male heir had been born.

She had seen for her own eyes how they would react and none of them would follow Geta's lead. They wouldn't see how happy he was and smile and agree, they would try and tell Geta that this was a sign. They would tell him that being with (Y/n) was angering the Gods and if he didn't have a son he might have to take a new wife.

It wouldn't be the first time a woman had been cast aside when she couldn't have a son.

"No one w-will let them rule Rome, I… I- they won't see me as anything but worthless, if we don't have a boy. But I can't… if this happens again,"

(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to finish that sentence. If anything happened to Geta and Caracalla, no one was going to empower Aemilia or Aurela or even Lunia to rule. No one would advise them or let them take charge, they would let Rome take an uproar and assert someone new on the throne.

And everyone was going to look at (Y/n) and think she was incompetent, that she was worthless and weak and hated by the Gods for giving an Emperor four perfect daughters, but no sons.

And the thought of another pregnancy made (Y/n) whimper and hold her daughter tighter to her chest. Each pregnancy had been hard, but this one especially. (Y/n) didn't want to go through another birth like this, another bad experience where she felt like she was going to bleed out and lose herself, and if the outcome was another daughter, (Y/n) wouldn't know what to do with herself.

She couldn't risk her life and her body again and again for 'the good of Rome' until she had the boy everyone was pressuring her to produce.

(Y/n) didn't realise she had cowered down until she suddenly felt Geta's arms tightening around her and she realised she had burrowed herself under his arm like she was a child seeking protection. Her face buried in his robes, breathing in his scent in a vain attempt to calm herself down, but the feeling of Geta's hand rhythmically gliding up and down her arm and the dozen kisses he was pressing against her head was calming.

"Please listen to me," Geta spoke quietly at first, muttering into her hair before he tilted his head so (Y/n) could hear him clearer. "You are both well and safe, that is all that matters to me, not that we have a girl, not a boy. And I won't put you through this again because they want to dictate that we have to have a son. We have four beautiful girls, and you are all enough."

Geta cared far more that (Y/n) had made it through this ordeal than the gender of their baby. He cared that (Y/n) had managed to go through childbirth four times now and that she had lived through each one. He wouldn't dare anger the Gods by being angry about not having the son everyone told him he needed.

His wife and children were healthy and safe, Geta couldn't be ungrateful for that. All of his girls were enough, and anyone who disagreed or voiced their annoyance wouldn't be welcomed in Rome.

[icejjfishesz]

rock the boat ! ,, ml (completed)

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is down bad. paige in a situationship. kinda angsty.

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000. ༺ROCK THE BOAT༻∘ (prologue)

001. ༺...OR JUST LOOK LIKE ONE༻∘ (reader)

002. ༺ONE MORE ROUND༻∘ (reader)

003. ༺RED HANDED༻∘ (paige)

004. ༺BUT WITH EASE༻∘ (reader)

005. ༺WORDS ARE EMPTY AIR༻∘ (reader)

006. ༺NO LOOKING BACK༻∘ (paige)

007. ༺ASUNDER༻∘ (reader)

008. ༺AND I LOVE HER༻∘ (paige)

009. ༺ALWAYS, ALWAYS༻∘ (paige)

[seeingvivianne]

Vivianne smiled gently. "For what it's worth, I think that despite what you've done your heart remains in the right place. I hope your friend finds it in herself to forgive you, but I more so hope that you find it in yourself to seek understanding and forgiveness for yourself." She leaned forward slightly. "I know how it feels to make a mistake but you are not a bad person, Emory. You were suffering." Vivianne smiled lightly again. "And I think the people in your life are very lucky to have you. So go on and be there for them."

"I'm hoping she'll come around after this, after her humanity is restored. Not even to me, but to just....Adjusting. She's been through so much, she deserves to be happy." Cursed as as child to be the one to only be around at night, to only exist by the light of the moon. And then when things had finally started going well for her, she'd fallen ill and died. August had pulled her from the pearly gates, the torment just didn't end and Emory had a hand in it. In the twins having to flee Colorado to begin with and her rebirth. "Thank you though, I know I can come to you." Looking over at her, her remembers how it felt to look at her the first time, to meet her. How everything had been so warm, how the Dahlia house had felt like home. He'd lost a family long ago, perhaps cast them off before they could really officially denounce him. But he'd found one here in her and Abel, Marco, the regulars at the shop.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 020: ‘Red Thong, Party’s On!’ (Epilogue)

a/n: pov you’re back at hellfire, but this time you’re sharing the stage with eddie, stripping while he plays a song for you to dance to 🤭🤭♥️ (SURPRISE AT THE END) it’s been a WILD ride my loves, thank you all so much for the support for CMWYW. i hope we all continue to create more beautiful things together. readers, writers, artists, creatives of all kinds keep the world going round. 🤟🏼💋 all my love, maddy

MESS WITH HER? SHE’LL FUCK YOU UP

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

CW: strip club behaviors hehe, grinding, pole-dancing, ass-shaking, all that hellfire goodness, implications that shy girl c*me on eddie's guitar

word count: 990 words

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Mom always used to say, "Inside of you, there are two wolves: a good one and a bad one. Depending on which mouth you feed, one will triumph the other.”

She left out one thing, however: sometimes being bad feels so fucking good.

“We’ve got a verrry special treat for you tonight folks!” the DJ announces. “She took a break for a little while but now she is BACK… and here to stay with us, FOREVER! Put your hands together for the ONE, the ONLY — Hellfire’s Princess — SHYYY GIIIIRL!”

And the crowd goes wild.

You emerge from the side stage in your glimmering scarlet set, flipping your plump, bouncy locks around as you dip your hips to the beat. Your regular customers swoon as you blow them kisses, and the petty kisses you issue to the Hellfire Girls (they came to pick up their severance checks) leave them shaking in their stilettos.

"WOOO, HARGROVE!" Nancy cheers for you backstage, dancing to the song as she curls Nina's hair.

"LET 'EM KNOW, BABY!" Nina shouts after her.

You acknowledge them with a wink, giving one to Chrissy as well as she cheers for you on the opposite side of the stage, bouncing up and down in her sexy Hellfire cheer uniform.

“Let’s go, Shy Girl!” ‘Cherry’ cheers as she waves her pom-poms in the air. "LET'S GOOOO!"

She's hot! Can’t stop! Up on stage doing shots!

You shake your ass when the song calls on it, grinding your hips to the beat to match the lyrics as they come. The crowd hoots and hollers as you dance, showering you in dollar bills as you make the pole your bitch for the night.

“YEAAAH!” Max cheers. “That’s my sister!”

As you glide down the cylindrical silver steel, you wave to the crowd and thank them all for coming out.

“Thank you! Aww, thanks so much! OMG, how are you? Long time no see!”

But just because you’re doing your thing on stage doesn’t mean you aren’t paying attention to the happenings beneath you. Because while you have a bird’s eye view of Vecna’s Lair, you can’t help but fix your gaze on Lucas, who is dressed rather sharper than usual tonight, going up to Maxine in attempts to ‘rizz her up’.

“I see spiciness runs in the family,” Lucas remarks to her as they stand beside each other in Vecna’s Lair.

The self-proclaimed 'Dark Chocolate' shoots her an awkward wink, to which Max responds with a grimace on her face.

“Genetics wasn’t playing ‘bout y’all,” Lucas continues. "You're looking mighty fine tonight, Max."

“Thanks. I guess,” Max shrugs, refusing to entertain it. “But, if you knew anything about family dynamics and DNA, you’d know she’s my step-sister."

"Psh," Lucas scoffs. "Yeah! Yeah, I knew that."

"Course you did," she jeers. "Stalker."

“Stalker?! I thought we were friends.”

Max rolls her eyes. “Whatever this is, is far from platonic.”

She begins to strut away, giving Lucas the opportunity to race after her. And Sinclair wastes no time, pushing himself past the sea of sweaty men to catch up to the beautiful redhead in front of him.

“So there’s a chance we can be more than friends?!”

You chuckle as you watch it unfold from the stage. Then you turn to everyone else.

Argyle and Jonathan give you two stoned-filled waves hello. You wave back. Henry whose the designated bone-snapper bouncer tonight blows you a kiss. You catch it and return the favor. Mike and Will don't even give you the time of day.

You then turn your attention to Dustin who is both head-banging to the song, and holding up a lazily written message on the black screen of his phone: “I AM LOOKING RESPECTFULLY”. You can't help but giggle. It's like he's a mini Eddie.

Speaking of your boyfriend, your eyes dart back to the side stage where you meet Eddie’s gaze.

She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth.

You watch as the curly-haired, metalhead-turned-strip-club-owner eyes you steadily, situating his guitar around himself, giving the body of his NJ Warlock one more wipe down with a cloth.

He smirks to himself, satisfied at the thought that only you two know why that guitar needed wiping down in the first place. But he’s mostly pleased with the fact that, despite the long list of handsome, eligible bachelors after your heart, the passionate, down-to-earth, sexy, siren of a woman that is you, is all his.

My girlfriend's a dick magnet. MY girlfriend…

Eddie then takes to the stage, using the same fingers he’ll use to ravage you tonight to strum the chords of the sexy guitar solo of the song — you know, the song about a guy…..with a hot stripper girlfriend…..whose seducing everyone around her while she does her thing…..in that beautiful red set.

“HOLY SHIT!” someone from the crowd raves, causing Eddie’s eyes to light up like a little kid. “DUET OF THE CENTURY!”

You’ve healed so many parts of Eddie that he was too scared to explore: Love after Isabelle. Showing him that self-care is just as important as caring for Wayne. Encouraging him to find a hobby outside of Hellfire that didn't include doing payroll or grocery shopping. And healing his inner teenager by letting him play on stage with you, as he relives his glory days as the guitarist and frontman of Corroded Coffin one last time.

And as Eddie continues to strum, he stays thinking of you. He couldn’t wait to heal more parts of himself…with 'Shy Girl' Hargrove by his side.

“So,” you pant, edging closer to your boyfriend as the music draws on. "What's next after this?"

Eddie smirks. As the instrumental allows, he presses you against his body, kissing you softly against the lips before trailing all the way down your neck. Your breath hitches in arousal as he hums against you.

“Whatever you want.”

The End

SIKE! King Steve has entered the chat… 😉

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

MODERN AU • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

slight age gap (Steve is 31, reader is 23); reader goes by the nickname "Sweets"

*loosely inspired by sara cate’s salacious players club*

Summary: 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄. Steve Harrington has the WORST luck with the ladies. His high school sweetheart left him for another dude, his former fuck buddy is dating his roommate, and his dream girl is a lesbian. King Steve is losing hope. That is until he meets you — a newly graduated university student from Seattle — when your paths cross on a fateful night in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... that is until your risky business trickles over to Hawkins, Indiana, a town your best friend knows of a little too well.

theme song: call out my name by the weeknd

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PREVIEW

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Winter 2024

“WATCH OUT INDIANAPOLIS — you're about to get... absolutely SOAKED!”

The booming voice of a man in Steve’s bedroom stirs him awake.

Letting out a ferocious yawn, The King rubs his eyes free of the annoying crust in the corner of his sockets, flopping around one more time before doing his routine stretch.

“Google,” Steve commands. “Turn off the TV.”

The TV immediately switches off. It’s nothing personal to meteorologist Marcus Bailey, but if Steve ever needed an accurate forecast of Indianapolis, all he would have to do is look outside his penthouse window. And that, after brushing his teeth, is just what he does.

"G'morning Indy,” he sighs happily on his balcony before going back inside.

Steve then makes his way over to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast.

“Google,” he calls out again. “Open the curtains, please.”

Google replies:

“Opening curtains. Good morning — Steve.”

"Google, what's my schedule looking like today?" "Google, text Dustin." “Google, what is the weather looking like in Nevada?” “Google, turn on my shower tunes.”

The best thing about not living with Eddie Munson anymore, is that Steve can shamelessly sing Amy Winehouse in the shower without being hounded about it.

“We only saaaid GOODBYE, with WORDS!” Steve sings, confidently off-key. “I died a hundred times! You go back to her, and I goooo baaack toooo…”

"Scanning fingerprint...”

an automated voice announces at the entrance of Steve's walk-in closet.

Swish...

The door slides open. Sauntering his way inside, Steve ventures for some slick black athleisure down to the shoes, his usual musky cologne, and some matching sunglasses (despite the gloomy forecast prediction).

Black. 🎶

Steve Harrington is ready for the day.

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"Google, make reservations for 3 people at Tony's Steakhouse at 7pm please."

All Steve had left to do for the day now was grocery shop. Which was always a hassle. Because sometimes, the store doesn't have the specific brand he's looking for so the shopper has to opt for an alternate version. Or sometimes, the shopper assigned to him that day chooses produce that is nearing its expiration date making every fruit in his bag a mushy mess. It doesn't happen too often, but it sure feels inconvenient as hell when it does. There are worse problems in life though, so Steve really can't complain.

*Ring, ring. Ring, ring*

The very distinct and custom ringtone has Steve bolting across the room to answer the call. One of his best friends was on the other line.

"Yello?" he says into the phone.

"Hey, it's Shy Girl," comes a voice. "Eddie and I are pulling in."

"Pull off to the side. Valet's got it. I'll send you guys up."

A bottle of cabernet sauvignon a la Steve awaits the pair when they make their way over. Consider it a Tony's pre-game.

"GameWorld stock is up 4% today,” Steve's buddy, and owner of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Eddie Munson announces as the two clink glasses. "I don’t have much faith in it though, figure I’ll get my pie slices from actual grocery stores. Like Meijer.”

“Everyone's always gonna need groceries,” Steve points out. "Definitely. Just don't day trade. Not now."

"Ooh, you hear that, Eds?" Shy Girl nudges him. "You gotta be careful where you put your money."

"I gotta be careful with my money, period," Eddie smirks. "You're a danger to my pockets, angel."

"Oh but you love me," she says.

"Yeah," Eddie gives in, grabbing his lover's dainty digits, trailing his fingers across hers, and rubbing the glistening rock that took up most of her left hand on the distal side. "I sure do."

"I'm just... so proud of us," Steve sappily reflects. "So much has happened over the past two years and we've all come so far."

"Yeah," Shy Girl agrees. "And it's about fucking time we celebrate."

"I agree," Eddie chimes in, raising his glass once again. "This weekend trip is going to be... one for the books."

"Viva Las Vegas," Steve toasts. "Cheers."

"Viva Las Vegas!"

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

Black and red.

They're the two colors that occupy your closet the most. But of course, after graduating from Washington State University (or Wazzu, for short), you expected nothing less.

You could do with some more sequins though, you think to yourself as you pack your bags.

"What do you think of this, Sweets?"

Peering over your shoulder, you see that your best friend, Elle has started festivities early, managing to hold two glasses of champagne in one hand, and six-inch stilletoes in the other.

"Can't take the party out of the girl, that's for damn sure," you respond.

When you left Seattle to attend WSU Pullman, Elle was your only friend in business class. Mainly because the class was predominantly for dudes, but eventually you found out that you two have a lot in common.

Elle is everything you would want in an older sister figure: she is both book smart and wise, she is sexy, and she eats men for breakfast. And, now that she's about to celebrate the launching of her lingerie business (along with her Dirty 30s Era), and you're about to enter your new-grad era, you two are hitting up Las Vegas to go ham together one last time.

It's all so bittersweet. You owe everything to the Warrens, having taken you in when you were a lost undergrad. It also sucked quite a bit not having a support system after graduating high school. You and Elle were all each other has. Which makes this inevitable separation so much more painful.

"Are you sure you're okay with Vegas by the way?" you question. "I know since the split, being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 can kinda be triggering.”

"Don't worry about it, love," she shakes it off. "The past is in the past. This is a new era of me."

Cheers to that. Clinking your airport-pregame champagne glasses with one another, you raise a toast to yourselves, celebrating how far the two of you have come over the past four years.

"To friendship."

"To friendship."

"To being elegant and educated."

"To elegance and education."

"And to being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives."

You giggle as you raise your glass of champagne even higher.

"To being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives," you two take a sip at the same time. "And no matter how near and no matter how far, we're always gonna be besties."

"I love you, Sweets."

"I love you too, Isabelle."

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#this all makes my head hurt #especially since I'm trying to plan some things out for a fic but how can I when we don't even know when Leslie died? X'D #I understand an author changing things along the lines but that's insane (via @officersnickers)

The conclusion you came to is very reasonable.

The Doylist explanation is Shirai let Nanao have free rein in the second light novel published in January 2019 regarding the timeline with Leslie's shipment and Isabella finding out the truth, and then by the time the mystic code book with the character profiles was published in December 2020 it was a similar situation to the conflicting information we received about who names the children at the Grace Field plants.

Us: Shirai, what do you have to say about these little contradicting facts of ultimately zero consequence on the story? 🤔🤔🤔 Shirai in December 2020: y'all i am so fucking tired my body nearly gave out on me because of the strain of publishing a series in Jump; choose your own answer

I prefer what's presented in the light novel so Leslie and Isabella have a little more time together and Isabella spends less time agonizing over the truth (small mercy), but with your fic I maintain the stance that besides the most pedantic of sticklers, readers won't care about minor factual changes to canon—especially those confirmed through supplemental material the majority of people haven't read—if it’s in the name of delivering an emotionally resonant story.

Also I can confirm it goes to 2024 for his age in my copy of the mystic code book and that there was a hiccup with the 2045 on that edit:

#also Leslie my boy - your favourite food are figs? seriously? #almost as bad as... oh I shan't say it

soon

I have the headcanon that Leslie lived until 11, even if he had not super good scores, because he was a little genius of music.

Not everyone can create a song, not everyone can learn super quickly to play a music. I don't remember which song he wanted to learn before his deparature, but i think that it was a difficult one (we don't see him train a lot in the story too) and he plays it before going to the gate, without any partition to help him and without doing any mistake.

I headcanon that she demons keep all the little genius, even if they not have good scores and are genius in other ways, because they think that it worth to keep them.

A kid has not good scores but it a genius with drawing and creates super beautiful things? It's worth to keep him until the age limit.

Leslie is super good in music, learn quickly song and has not need of a partition when he plays? it's worth to wait until he's 11 (close of 12). It could also be a kid who has a beautiful voice ansd sings super well for exemple.

etc....

Norman was a genius in studies and stuff so they keep him beyond 12 by sending him to lambda but people can be genius in other ways that in studies. A genius can be super good in something but kinda bad in another things.

I feel like this is essentially canon, no?

The only birthdays mentioned in "The Starry Sky and Leslie’s List" are Isabella's twelfth birthday and Ray's sixth birthday, so contrary to what the wiki currently says, it doesn't look like Leslie was shipped out exactly on his twelfth since they don't celebrate or even mention it.

(Leslie's page on the TPN Wiki | TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “The Starry Sky and Leslie’s List” Chapter 1)

They are among the oldest though since Isabella turns twelve within a year of his shipment while not being physically able to jump atop the wall as we see her do in chapter 37/S1 episode 12 yet due to the sprained ankle she sustains over the course of the light novel, in addition to spending weeks to months writing him letters that never received a response and what finalized her decision to make the jump in the first place.

(TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “The Starry Sky and Leslie’s List” Chapter 8 | Chapter 9)

But it's still soon enough that she discovers the truth of the house during the night of the first snowfall of the year, which could be anywhere from late October 2025 to January 2026 (since the full score trio deduces in chapter 5 that Grace Field is located in [the demon world equivalent of] the northern hemisphere, in addition to "The Guiding Star" short story mentioning them planning on using Polaris to find each other again after they go off to foster homes, winter would be during this time of the year).

I'm inclined to go with January 2026 since we don't see snow on the night of January 15, 2046, and also because I feel there's some poignancy in what would have been Leslie's twelfth birthday month getting to Isabella as the final push to make her seek him out. He surely would have written her in response to the birthday wishes she mailed him. (This is also why I feel his shipment was after September 9, 2025 because him not sending her any birthday well wishes would have tipped her off sooner, too).

(TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “The Starry Sky and Leslie’s List” Chapter 9)

This could be an oddity in the translation, but Isabella also mentions how her her twelfth birthday was close enough that they could mark it on the calendar while the snow was piling up outside. Assuming they put up a new calendar at the start of January, she discovered the truth only in 2026, and then spent over half a year trying to come up with some sort of plan to escape (and isn't there a wealth of potential there, thinking of the adversarial atmosphere between her and Sarah during those few months and how that would be replicated in the next generation between her and Ray, although not 1:1.)

I don't remember which song he wanted to learn before his departure, but i think that it was a difficult one (we don't see him train a lot in the story too) and he plays it before going to the gate, without any partition to help him and without doing any mistake.

He learned to play Nocturne No.2! Though c72684, who translated the light novel, wasn't entirely certain the larger body of work it belonged to.

(TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “The Starry Sky and Leslie’s List” Chapter 2)

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CW: Cussing, Stalking, bone breaking, minor stab wounds, threats(Rafe), Assault(James Hartford), stress smoking and drinking, panic attack

It was supposed to be a celebration.

A gala, a family banquet to celebrate your latest artistic accomplishment—something that would put your name on the map, that would secure your place in the elite world of the wealthy and the influential. But as usual, nothing in your life could be that simple.

Not when Rafe Cameron was involved.

The moment you stepped into your family’s sprawling Massachusetts mansion, a sense of dread washed over you. You’d been able to pretend for a while, but the second you stepped foot in that place, you felt it—his presence. His gaze.

Rafe was here.

It didn’t matter that this was your family’s domain. This was his world now, too. And, as usual, you were nothing more than an object to him—an obsession to be watched from afar until the time was right.

He found you quickly.

As you tried to make your rounds, talking to the elite and dodging the ones who had the potential to ruin your night, you spotted him across the room.

That damn smirk. That maddening, confident smirk.

Rafe waved.

You couldn’t even think. Your blood ran cold, heart hammering in your chest. You had to get away.

You didn’t hesitate.

You ran.

Down the long hallway of your family’s mansion, past all the portraits, past the servants, past the endless rows of luxury. You didn’t care who saw you—you needed space, air, freedom—and for the first time in a while, the walls of your family’s house felt too tight.

That’s when you bumped into him.

James Hartford III. The perfect gentleman on paper. Rich, charming, and with a pedigree to rival your own. But you knew the truth. He wasn’t just a product of his family’s wealth—he was a predator. And you were his next target.

He blocked your path, a calculated smile curling on his lips as he stepped closer.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice smooth like honey, but there was something ugly underneath. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.”

You stepped back, but he was already closing the gap, his hand darting out to grab your waist.

No.

“James,” you said, your voice shaking, but there was an edge to it. You didn’t want to play this game. Not with him. Not tonight.

But he wasn’t listening.

“No need to be coy,” he purred, brushing his lips against your neck. “Your family would be so proud of you and me. We’d make a beautiful couple, wouldn’t we?”

His hands were on you now, his fingers working to unzip your dress.

No, no, no.

You slapped his hands away, trying to push him off, but he only laughed, low and menacing.

“What a lovely legacy we could create, darling. Your beautiful looks and my family name,” he murmured, breath hot against your ear as he moved in closer. “Imagine the children we’d have together.”

You tried to pull away again, but his grip tightened, fingers digging into your skin like a vice.

Your body shook in revulsion as he cupped your cheek, leaning in for a kiss you had no intention of letting happen.

But before you could push him off again, a flash of movement caught your eye.

And there he was.

Rafe Cameron, standing in the hallway, watching. Lurking.

His eyes burned with fury as he locked eyes with you.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t even move.

And then, the tension snapped.

⸻

Rafe followed James Hartford like a shadow, not bothering to hide his rage.

He didn’t care about the time or the place. He didn’t care that it was a fucking gala.

He only cared about one thing.

You.

James Hartford was about to find out that you didn’t belong to him.

Rafe’s mind raced as he stalked Hartford through the streets, through the wooded paths that led to the man’s hotel.

He was going to teach this prick a lesson. A lesson about what happened when you touched what wasn’t yours.

⸻

The woods were dark.

The leaves crunched beneath Rafe’s boots as he dragged James Hartford into the forest, his grip tight on the man’s collar.

James fought, tried to push back, but Rafe was stronger, faster.

Pathetic.

Rafe threw him to the ground, the thud echoing through the trees.

“You think you can touch her?” Rafe’s voice was low, dangerous. He grabbed a metal bat from the ground, swinging it down hard against Hartford’s arm with a sickening crack. “You think you can just put your filthy hands on her?”

James howled in pain, but Rafe didn’t stop.

Another swing. Another crack.

“DON’T EVER TOUCH HER OR BREATHE THE SAME FUCKING AIR AS HER AGAIN, OR I WILL KILL YOUR BITCHASS. YOU HEAR ME?”

Rafe’s eyes burned with hatred as he grabbed James by the collar, lifting him up off the ground. He pulled out his burner knife—the one that left no trace.

The blade flashed in the moonlight, and Rafe drove it into James’ arm. The man screamed.

But Rafe wasn’t finished.

He slammed James back onto the ground, watching as the man crumpled. Then, without another word, he walked away.

⸻

The next day, you were alone in your room.

Your sister was trying her best to comfort you, but you couldn’t calm down. You couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened. About James. About Rafe.

And then you overheard it.

Your father.

He was on the phone with someone, talking about James Hartford’s condition. Critical. A man attacked him. Nobody could identify the attacker, but they said it was personal.

You froze.

You knew.

You knew.

The panic hit you like a freight train.

Your chest tightened, your breathing erratic. You ran to the balcony, desperate for some air, anything to calm the storm inside of you.

You grabbed the vodka, the bottle shaking in your hands. You never drank. Not like this.

But you needed it.

You needed something to dull the pain, to numb the fear.

You took a long swig, choking on the burn.

And then you lit a cigarette.

Your sister knocked on the door, her voice filled with concern. “Y/n, please—just talk to me.”

But it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Rafe Cameron had you in his sights. And there was nothing you could do to escape.

Outside, he watched from the bushes, his eyes trained on you, knowing. She knows.

He decided to give you time. Time to breathe, time to calm down.

But you couldn’t calm down. Not with him always lurking. Always waiting.

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track 005: this is for the best

A/N: we are slowly getting to the plot guys ;)) (also!! lando norris is a race winner! fucking finally) ignore the dates, also there might be some typos, sorry

A/N: i am so fucking sorry guys, but! as of today, i officially passed all my exams and now i have the whole summer to do absolutely nothing, no studying for me (fucking finally) so i'm actually gonna start updating, i already have a first part of a OP81 smau lined uo ready to go ;)

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marcilazzaro1 life lately ;) thank you for waiting, i am back and happier than ever, it's good to see Monza again

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shithappens SHE IS BACK!!

↳ ilpredestinatox i am so normal about this

nyoomf1 oh god, mother is back

charlies_sun good to have you back, this was getting ridiculous without you

↳ elplanxincoming so true!

madi_races don't fall in love with Marceline challenge (level impossible)

↳ strollingaway mate don't call me out like that

gorgeous_aa23 I'm sorry but that picture with charles?? what are they doing???

↳ cuddlyxricc it looks suspiciously lot like they're doing a hot lap

↳ gorgeous_aa23 that's what i meannn!!

↳ carrie_on no cause i'd literally die if they did that

redleclerc i am so not surprised that her first post in months is at monza

↳ redmilton_ the ferrari genes are strong i fear

quickstappen marci behind a camera?? does this mean... new projects?

↳ screwderriaf1 i want you to be right, i also don't wanna clown

↳ quickstappen does that meant that there's two wolves inside you mayhaps...?

↳ screwderriaf1 i hate you.

hammertime_1 i feel like we skipped over the whole "news of the season" way to quickly,, like... that happened??

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marcilazzaro1 I have been a part of this sport for 185 Grand Prix weekends (counting the COTA GP weekend that's starting today), I spent the last 123 in Rosso Corsa. I have missed only 8 race weekends during the whole eight years that I have worked in Formula 1. I've never had to take any extended leave. That's why this next months are gonna be so different, maybe difficult, but I'm ready for this next challenge.

Don't worry, I'll be back, you won't even notice that I was gone ;)

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shithappens what-

clairobernie_x you need to visit me now that you won't be going 'round the world every other week!

↳ marcilazzaro1 or you could just come to Switzerland and we can hang out?

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lewishamilton Don't worry, we'll be back together in no time 😉 in the meantime enjoy your break, I have a feeling the peace is not gonna last that long

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charles_leclerc Niece? It's a girl? 🥹

↳ marcilazzaro1 Bruno! It was supposed to be a surprise...

↳ brunolazzaro03 oops, sorry?

↳ oscarpiastri ha landonorris! i win

↳ marcilazzaro1 did you... bet on my baby?

↳ landonorris ...maybe?

↳ lewishamilton and you were wondering why you're not the godfather

federrere pregnant sister is very moody and insufferable, 2/10 would not recommend

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mickschumacher excuse me, random guy? it's 4 time worlds drivers champion Sebastian Vettel for you

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lewishamilton did you at least make sure that the "random guy" was being social?

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one finished square, one wip, because i don’t know what color to finish with for the second square… feel free to leave me suggestions in the notes!

as per usual, done with a 3.5 mm hook, added the splendid serendipity border, and yarn and pattern details under the read more :)

square 1: Pennywise by Diana Krenz (free), despite my dislike for the fictional character, this is a lovely pattern. :) i think i added some front post stitches somewhere, but otherwise this pattern is unchanged.

yarn: if i’m not mistaken, entirely Lana Grossa Cotonella 002. cut off some of the gradient from gray to pink in between, to get the clean magenta and red border which i find really striking!

square 2: Gabriel by Diana Krenz (not a free pattern). Added a barely visible round of slip stitches before squaring up, because i thought the circle was too pretty not to be subtly highlighted. :)

yarn: Lana Grossa Cotonella 005 until squaring up, and then 008. The maroon border was done with a yarn i bought in a spanish dollar store — Melissa Platinum Cotton (100% cotton) in color Piri 8

[prisoner-000]

UNDER - Doltish, 001, Parasite

The chess piece's head has been ripped off and crushed.

UNDER - Obscene, 002, Slut

The chess piece's base has been ripped off, but a small round part remains. Yuno's 'murder'.

UNDER - Incessant, 004, Phony Queen

The chess piece's headpiece, its crown, has been removed. A queen piece. It almost looks twisted in its main body.

UNDER - Doomed, 005, Dissection Pawn

The chess piece's headpiece has been removed(?). Either that, or the figure's head has been removed, while another figure's main body remains.

UNDER - Concealing, 007, Deceiver

Headpiece, base and middle part all ripped apart? Or multiple pieces with a strange fragment piece in the middle.

I think all of these are representative of the prisoner's murders in some way. Yuno's is the most obvious, but Shidou's is also fairly obvious if you interpret the piece above as the body of another chess piece (his comatose wife)? Haruka and Muu I find difficult to crack. Kazui's as well.

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I've been thinking for a while... are the numbers split by specializations?

In chapter 96, Ijin says that 005 is specialized specifically in assassinations and then he mentioned kidnapping and blackmail. So I've been thinking that certain numbers, because of their abilities, attitudes, or even their preferences specialize in certain things.

Let's take 004 and 006 for example. 004, while I believe he's fully capable of these things, doesn't specialize in info gathering or blackmail of any sort. I don't think he'd enjoy it and he's very temperamental. He even says at one point that he likes risking it instead of playing it safe and efficient the way Ijin did. He kinda seems like a loose canon. So like 005, who while incredibly intelligent is still reckless and gets angry very easily, I'm going to lump him in the area of assassination, specifically using closer combat like hand-to-hand, knives, and pistols. 006 on the other hand, is very well-suited for info-gathering and maybe even infiltration given all that we've seen from him in canon.

I'd like to say that Ijin and 002 are relatively on similar grounds and are very well-rounded in nearly everything which is why they're given the numbers they have and are regarded as the overall leaders.

So basically I think the numbers are split based on what they specialize in, whether that be intelligence, assassination, kidnapping, infiltration, maybe even robbery lol? What do you think?