#shorter chapter because I'm full of rage

[wickedwritingchaos]

@blackmarquer I'm sorry, I if I didn't actually answer this question, i went through, my drafts.

just gotta ask, when people call Floyd a “demon” what does that really mean?

Floyd while being intune to emotions means he reacts in a more highten reponse than his brothers, think PMS in women (he has a hormone imbalance that mellows as he get older becuae he presented early like Branch) also I notices he's shorter than his brothers, I'm putting Branch at a similar height.

I'm also a firm believer, Floyd was secretly a pain in the butt and got names the sensitive one as a joke, given the punk/rocker style he developed as he got older.

To answer this question will take a bit of an explanation, which I probably should give everyone. I did have a whole thing about this that didn't get posted because it became less relevant but was hinted slightly.

In chapter 4, Branch's presentation was given as an omega on his 1st birthday the same happens for alphas.

New born pups: smell like baby powder (which to me smells a bit like lilac)

Over six months: they start to lose this scent as they weaned from their omega parent

1st birthday: A&O developed their scents, which will become clearer with a future chapter, but they start with high notes, and on the 1st birthday its full delvoped.

They also start showing traits like omega, pups creating nest out of family objects because their too young to mate, and this makes them feel safe, but they do not have their formal season pattern yet and will just 'steal' their families soft things.

Alpha pups become territorial over things they consider theirs or start fighting. Similarly, they will find their omega parent and cling to them during their 'mating time' (non sexually more for comfort)

Both A&O pups will feel ill, or become clingy and seek comfort for the opposite of their role as JD, Spruce, Clay and Floyd would have clung more to Fiorello at this time, and Branch would have been attached to Acacia, after this they would naturally drift back to the designation parent to learn.

Ages 8-13 omegas puberty: this is when omega trollings can be their most vulnerable, they are taught how to take care of them selves, fur & hair maintenance changes, how to manage their scents, and general changes they will go through, omegas are taught about what their instincts will cause them to react and when they should listen to them. Also sex education

15-16 first heat: the first heat is normally pre warned as the parents have a general idea and can prepare for them early. The in also the first time the omega will experience and Omega rage, they will become violent to any alpha who comes near them and react almost feral full blue eyes are expected (Branch doesn't fully understand because he went through this alone and early, he learned from Boom afterwards)

Ages 9-14 alphas puberty: this is when they can be at their most volatile, the desire to fight, very much establish their position, alpha parents teach them to control their urges, indulge in play fighting, hunting and gathering, teach them the skills they need to present to their future mates.

15-16 always first proper Rut: can be extremely violent only alpha parent should be present for this to ensure no one will get hurt as they experience the first alpha rage, they will be practically feral (hence why Floyd is.the Demon, he had his first rut early)

Until the alpha or omega has has their first heat or rut they are still considered a 'young' designation.

(This only happens the once for both, after this is the standard heat and rut)

(While Omegas are more than capable nowadays to provide for themselves, their base nature will still insist that Alpha provides and proves themselves to ensure suitableity for future bonding and pups)

[sharlmbracta]

you're welcome and thanks too!

yeah shipping around ozai tends to be and will get problematic the more you get into his character if he even has an ounce of power left. about ozara (funny name you've come up with 🤣) there's a very high chance you will not like it since the whole thing gets crazier and crazier the more it goes on. for me though that's the strongest part of the fic that makes the fic just Going like a trainwreck but also like a very paced train. author knows that the ship is problematic from the start and uses it to the full extent that it is constantly reminded to the two of them by ALL others surrounding them (family, friends, enemies) and having them have to work to convince them WHILE keeping character. EVERYTHING happens because of their forbidden-fruit relationship, they are literally the eye of the entire 58 chapter storm. oh and just so you know my rant about the ozara fic ISN'T intended to try and convince you to read it but rather it's just my ranting brain munkey not being able to stop when it's about a convoluted intriguing micro-interaction like hellstorm of a story

and no this isn't about where zhao falls in love with katara and ozai adopts zuko's kid (i've never even heard of the trope) this is where zuko has no kid nor relationship, zuko doesn't get his well-deserved happiness sadly (though he handles it rather very well)

(if you want to get a hint of what i'm saying about the writing, while not having to read everything, if you don't intend to read everything, if you don't mind Major Spoilers of this thing and want to get a hint of everything, I recommend taking a slice at chapter 31, it's THE most delicious chapter cumulating up to that point and the chapter where the story shifts into the second act)

(Act 1 up until the 31st chapter. Act 2 starting from the 31st chapter. Act 3 being the final 6 chapters, chapter 53 - 58. Chapter 58 being the final act, the epilogue.)

Act 2 is a lot more depressing than Act 1 (and not because of ozai nor katara nor any of their friends or family but rather because of their enemies who oppose them) and it carries on to Act 3. the Final Act is a lot more quicker-paced which could be seen as rushed and there are some side characters who became quite off-character but i guess the author deemed there was enough drama for both of them and all in all it's an epilogue to an epilogue and i guess, wraps it all pretty neatly

in my opinion. wildest long convoluted structured read, heartwrenching/satisfying/weird turmoil utterly wild/not entirely pleasant/ it's like a 5 flavored soup with 50 additional flavors if you dare venture in to this wildfic. definitely worth all the anguish if you feel your heart is strong enough to handle all these shitstorm

again i am NOT forcing you to read the fic. but after reading it all, i can now at least assure you that the RAPE/NON-CON warning tag is NOT at all by ozai's doing, but by someone very, very unexpected you never even thought of (non of the main characters who are friends and family)

+ INNOCENTS ARE NOT HARMED HERE BECAUSE OF OZAI katara makes sure of it i just realized that part now that you've mentioned it

ozai is still a dickhead and uncaring about other people but it doesn't hurt them as much as when he was in actual reign

he's also a hotheaded lil shit who loves cruelty and snarkiness as his dear old friend

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here's some ozai fics that are much shorter - short-and-sweet (as in character and delivery):

Yao Li's Blade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32796202

how ozai's hair was made to be so gorgeous

a look-into of ozai's life from a kid to his cell from the perspective of his designated hairdresser

strongest and most shapely ozai fic ever

most accurately sized for a perfect sized meal, you could call this the azula of ozai fics

Brother

https://archiveofourown.org/works/969839

post-war

dark iroh (not that dark in my perspective but his controlled rage is comparable to one of ozai's and is really well-depicted)

iroh's attempts to slowly chip down ozai's sanity till he delivers the final blow

if ozai had a proper backstory/character regarding his family and personality instead of just "ozai = ultimate villain = ultimate evil (literally, like the summation of all kinds of 'evil')" and got more screentime, then it would have made the ultimate lesson of atla as a series more viable, like the zuko redemption arc, that there is no "true black / white" nor "ultimate good / evil"

he was such an 1D character in the series it's so intriguing when ao3 spices up his character

[iamapoopmuffin]

Victims With Numbers

Fandom: Nanbaka/Corpse Party (crossover) Genre: Horror Characters: Hajime Sugoroku, Samon Gokuu, Kiji Mitsuba, Kenshirou Yozakura, Jyugo, Uno, Nico, Rock, Tsukumo, Liang, Upa, Qi, Honey, Trois, Musashi, Sachiko Shinozaki, Ryou Yoshizawa, Yuki Kanno, Tokiko Tsuji, Yoshikazu Yanagihori, Yoshie Shinozaki, Takamine Yanagihori, some OCs to take the role of Kizami later on instead of actual Kizami Includes major character death.

Chapter 14 of ?

Liang and Keiko had found their way back to the bathroom. The one taped shut with the charms that seared flesh. There had been no further sign of the ghost child, nor of the spirit that had saved Liang before. It truly seemed as if it were just the two of them in that building, though he was sure he could hear footsteps now and then. They'd found little to do, beyond circling the building a few times, trying to find something that might be of use. A way to open the main doors, a clue to where the others may have gone, just anything. At first, the only new thing Liang could note was that someone had scrawled over a flyer stuck to the wall. Before, the flyer had been uninteresting. A bake sale advertisement from before Heavenly Host closed its gates. When they passed the flyer for maybe the third time, it had blood on it. Not in splatters or drops either, no spray or lean. It hadn't just gotten there by mistake. No no, something was written there, scrawled in sloppy and shaky Chinese. Smeared in unsteady blood letters with several jittery mistakes, parts of the lettering reversed, trails where the writer's hand weakened and fell from the paper, and points where the letters went over the edge of the paper and onto the wall instead.

ART ROOM

FR

    IE

        ND

2 1 7 1 4

       111111111KNIIIIIII

DO   T  R S   H  OL E    R TH  

H E L P

It was most likely from the spirit from before. A message to someone, to tell them to meet in the art classroom, just as the spirit had told him verbally, as well as something indeterminable.

Perhaps this message was written for the lost little girl to find.

Perhaps there was someone else here he was supposed to meet with.

Perhaps it was something the man wrote before he died, and the message was never even meant for Liang.

But that begged the question of how many people would actually be here expecting to communicate with their friends in Chinese. From what he could tell, the majority of people trapped here were from Japan, which made sense. The building itself had been Japanese, and the story, the legend of the school and of the deaths was one circulated in Japan. So it must have been meant at the very least for a Chinese speaker. The next question was what did the numbers mean? If the writer was from Nanba, it made sense for him to signal to specific people with numbers, but the numbers used didn't specify any of the inmates, except for maybe Qi and himself. More than anything, that was unnerving. The jumble of 1's and unfinished hanzi only complicated the message further. Something the spirit, possibly, tried to write with the last of his strength, making it an important message, but one that he could not fully tell.

Shortly after this, Keiko's sharp eye had spotted something in one of the cabinets in the art classroom that Liang had overlooked. Beneath a needle-like implement sat a white board, a thin rectangle with writing on it. A charm. If he remembered correctly, there had been similar charms around the temple where he'd grown up. It was Keiko's opinion that the charm might counteract the ones on the bathroom door, and Liang, knowing that if done correctly such things indeed had the potential for great power, had agreed to retrieve it from the cabinet. The door was locked, but unlike the front door, this one could be broken or forced. They just needed something to help them cause a little extra damage. Some of the works of art around the room would have been enough to do the trick - the room still held works from when the room was in use. Children's paintings on the easels, clay and papier-mâché models and chalk doodles stacked in the corner. Some of these items were perfectly innocent creations made by children of the past, including the odd picture or piece that looked very phallic but was undoubtedly just a clumsy drawing of a fruit bowl or animal. Other pieces matched the dark atmosphere of the school. A painting of a person hanging by their neck. A piece of paper with a red scribble and the caption 'man went splat'. A model of a child's hand with what was undeniably blood staining the fingers. Depictions of pain and fear, some in far too much detail to be the work of a child. In the end, Liang had picked up one of the clay models, judging by the scoring a cactus, and used it to break the glass of the cabinet. Taking care not to cut himself, he lifted the charm from its place. There was a genuine power within it, he could feel it.

Which was why they'd chosen to return to the bathroom, charm in hand. No discussion, but no certainty. Liang carefully laid the charm before the doors before stepping back, one arm held out to the side to keep Keiko away from any potential danger ahead of them. At first, it seemed as if nothing was happening, and then he felt the heat. It came off the charm in waves, banishing the icy cold of the abandoned school. It quickly got warm enough that the two of them began to sweat. When the first of the warding spells on the door caught fire, Liang pulled Keiko back a few more steps and held a hand up for some degree of protection. By the time all the spells were alight, the fire burned too bright to look at.

"The school's gonna burn down!" Keiko squeaked in terror. "We can't get out! We're gonna die, we're gonna-!" She cut off and went into wordless screaming as Liang pulled her back even further, stepping in front of her to block her from the flames. He felt the heat against his back threaten to burn any skin it could find. He dared a glance back, to see how the fire was spreading, and was surprised to see that the fire seemed to not so much as skim the wood of the door. It burned away the paper spells, turning them to ash, and then sputtered out, taking all the heat with it at once.

Slowly, he turned to the door and took Keiko's hand, leading her forward as she, realising the heat was gone, opened her eyes and tried to calm herself down. He didn't look at her, but he could tell she was in tears and very, very afraid. When he reached out to the door, he found the handle was cool, as if it hadn't been exposed to the fire at all. The door slid open now without hesitation, and Liang stepped into the boys' bathroom.

The bathroom was in a better state than those he had seen before, at least. There were about five stalls, as in the girls' bathroom in the main building, but all of them were locked. From the top of the stalls, he could see ropes coming up and leading to some point along the high ceiling. He wasn't sure the ceiling was meant to be that high. A few urinals stood at a low height, blocked and flooded, but not broken. Usable. Between the urinals and the stalls, a young man with purple hair was curled up in foetal position, entire body tense and very, very still. From where he stood, Liang wasn't entirely sure if the young man was still alive or not. He was either petrified in fear in the truest sense of the phrase, or he was freshly deceased and entering a state of rigor mortis.

"Motomu?"

Liang looked to Keiko as she shuffled into the room. Her eyes were fixed on the purple-haired boy on the floor, who looked up in response to his name, his movements stiff and almost unnatural.

"K-...Kei-chan..." The boy, Motomu, got to his feet, and Keiko ran to him, sobbing. The two embraced, and Liang watched them, a smile on his face. At the very least, he could be happy they'd been reunited. He decided to hang back, let them have their moment for now, and tried not to listen to their conversation. They were fairly loud, though, and it was rather awkward.

"I was so scared, big brother!"

"I know. I'm sorry. But it's okay, Kei-chan. I won't leave you again for as long as you live. I won't let the ghosts here hurt you."

"Yui...Yui was-"

"I know. Makishi too. I saw them both. I bet it was that ghost girl holding the scissors. But I saw someone hurt someone else from their own school..." The elder brother took something from his back pocket and held it out behind Keiko's back, shifting his grip to angle the object slightly. "But don't worry. Big brother will take care of everything."

In a moment, Keiko was thrown to the floor, and Motomu pinned, his arm held high over his back. Liang's knee was digging into the boy's spine, keeping him down, and he had a vice-like grip on Motomu's wrist. In the boy's hand was a knife. By the looks of it, it was new, and a professional hunting knife, but had been used and hastily wiped clean. A faint smear of red still stained the surface. From where Liang had been standing, he'd seen, from the corner of his eye, Motomu preparing to plunge the knife into his sister's neck. A quick twist of the wrist, and the boy released the knife, allowing the inmate to kick it across the room.

"B...big brother?" Keiko managed from her place on the floor, staring at the boys in shock, tears forming in her eyes already. Liang's focus, of course, was on her attacker.

"You were going to attack your own sister?!"

Motomu, to his credit, completely ignored him. "Keiko! What's wrong with you? You just went off with a stranger? I get you were scared, but you don't know this guy! He could have hurt you! Look at him, look at this place! Look at what happened to Yui. For all you know, he could have done that."

"Care to explain why you're armed, and why you're turning your weapons on us?"

"Have you seen the corpses, genius?"

Fair point, at least for the first question. "Where did you get the knife from? Why did you attack your sister?"

Motomu twisted in his grip, trying to look him in the eye. "Why did you go to prison?"

The atmosphere seemed to drop even further. The suffocating darkness wrapped around the three of them, and Liang could sense the murderous intent beneath him increase.

"Motomu. We need to work together to find a way out of this place. We can't turn on each other. Every second we're here, we're in extreme danger. We need to know you don't add to that danger. Why did you point the knife at Keiko?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"You've barely answered any of mine."

"We can't get out of here."

"You've given up?"

"Not exactly."

"But you've turned to hurting others."

"You're no saint."

"What is wrong with you?"

Motomu twisted a little, trying to look Liang in the eye. There was something about the look in his eye that seemed very wrong. Something in there was cold, and dark, and tinged with insanity. He dropped his voice low, likely so his sister would not hear his next words. "Let me tell you this much, all you need to know. The spirits here are killing people, and those people are desperate to survive. But they can't. The ghosts will kill them, or they'll suffer some accident, or starve or dehydrate or sicken, or someone else will kill them. Someone like me, or maybe someone like you, right, Mr Criminal? Because I can see it in your face, you're no stranger to the stench of blood and rot, are you? You're not as disturbed as all the poor, innocent kids who come in here and die in some horrible, tragic way. And this place? It can twist your mind, poison your thoughts and make you want to kill. Not me, though, so don't worry.

"I've just always hated those people. Fake smiles. Platitudes. Pretence. Doesn't it all just make you so angry? But there's so many rules out there, rules that fall apart once you're in here. You can do whatever you want. Go crazy. Let loose all those nasty little thoughts and feelings. You don't have to serve your time or repent for anything you did wrong in the past. No prison, no punishment, just the freedom to suffer and cause suffering until your last breath."

Liang inhaled sharply, a thought coming to him during Motomu's words. "Those people you mentioned, the ones who had been killed...Yui and Makishi...did you do something to them?"

"It doesn't matter if you're killed by the ghosts or killed by me. Either way, you die."

[lovebykai]

Savage Love

》 Hot Mess - Part 1

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing(s): Alpha!Sanzu x Beta!Reader, Omega!Mikey x Beta!Reader, & Alpha!Kakucho x Beta!Reader

Warning(s): Violence. Light Angst. Self-Esteem Issues. Drugs.

Authors Note: Enjoy this because it's gonna be whole ass shitshow and I'm already in love with this pack of idiots. Please note these will probably be much shorter than Pretty Girl chapters. It just flows better that way.

Just a beta.

The words had been slapped on you years ago when your dynamic had presented itself. Not a leader. Not a treasure. Just a beta. Canonfodder.

Thus, you'd been handed something to prove; you were positive your parents regretted that shit.

"Wait-- waitwaitwait, I can--" You rolled your eyes, pulling the trigger. The guys screams were shrill enough it made your ears ring, but honestly you thought it was a bit dramatic.

"Please! Please, Y/N, I swear I'll get you the money!" A long drag of the joint in your free hand granted you the patience necessary to deal with people like this.

Unfortunately, it also made you soft. Letting out a sigh, you eyed him once more.

Tied up to the chair and roughed up from your guys dragging him there, he didn't look like much, but he had started that fancy little fight club of his recently. Maybe he’d be able to pay back the loan you'd given him if you left him to it. He certainly looked scared enough, and that'd been the goal, right?

"Don't make me hunt you down again." You warned, clicking the safety on before tucking the weapon into the back of your jeans.

"Of course!" He sputtered and you waved over your shoulder. Someone else would set him loose, and you had better shit to do than hang around in some dingy warehouse. Like come up with a plan for how you were planning to handle the fact Bonten was finally setting its sights on your little slice of heaven.

It wasn't even like you ran a whole gang or anything.

Well, no, you supposed that wasn't technically true now that you'd adopted a fight club, three bars, a racetrack, and some convenience stores. Holy shit you were a gang leader. Fun.

Personally you'd never really thought about it. It was just something that was -- because you'd clawed tooth and nail for every fucking piece of it -- and you weren't keen on handing it all over. The people you ran with were just employees you paid or owned via your acquisitions, but they were probably the closest you'd ever had to friends.

Friends shot each other, right?

You took another drag before ashing the joint against one of the nearby buildings and tucking its remains into your jacket pocket. Your motorcycle was tucked away a few blocks down for anonymities sake; it was for that reason alone that the universe had the opportunity to fuck you over.

The smell of roses hit your nose.

"Oh?" It took a second before your brain caught up with your body, and you stumbled backwards a few steps. Alpha.

Your alpha.

There was a weird vulnerability when you met a part of your pack. Every story you'd ever heard spoke of instant love, and you could see that. Your alpha was beautiful; his scent was intoxicating. Right away you wanted his approval. His affection. Your body was full of warm fuzzies and butterflies and you suddenly remembered what it felt like not to be so jaded.

Your alpha.

Blue eyes shined down at you, their owners head cocked to one side curiously. The two of you stared for what had to be an uncomfortably long moment before, to your shock, he scoffed.

"Just a beta."

If anyone had asked you what possessed you in that split second, you weren't sure what you'd have answered with. Rage? Anguish? Your mother's spirit trying to drag you to Hell with her-- actually, yeah, it must have been that last one because when you aimed your gun at the guys leg and took the shot, you swore you heard her smug ass voice cackling at you.

"You're just a beta, Y/N. Nobody needs a beta; most packs don't even want them."

"You bitch!" To his credit, he did not squeal like a pig, and you resisted the urge to put another bullet in him despite aiming the weapon at his forehead when he went down.

"Congratulations, alpha," You grinned at the anger coming off him. "A beta just put you on your knees. Ain't that some shit? Guess you're just another little bitch with too much bark."

"I'll fucking kill you." The dark promise just made you laugh as you started backing away. You were reckless, not stupid; turning your back on this guy screamed of bad ideas. Luckily for you, he was occupied trying not to bleed out on the pavement, so when you managed a safe distance you tucked your gun away away carried on your merry way.

Just a beta.

Fuck that noise.

* * *

After what was probably the most devastating moment of your life, you grabbed yourself some comfort food and plopped your happy ass down in a nearby park to watch the sunset. You'd been rejected. Just like your parents always warned you would happen. It gave the whole thing a little extra oomph to know they'd been right.

Stupid. It was stupid to let yourself get worked up behind it.

After all, it wasn't as if you spent most of your life tearing down entire empires in the hopes when you met your pack you'd have something to offer. Or like you'd been trying to prove yourself worthy of love. Or anything dramatic and pathetic like that. That would be for people who had romantic notions about their packbond being some kind of family, not people like--

Ah, fuck.

You rolled your eyes, wiping them with your jacket sleeve and scoffing a bit. Gross. Crying. If someone spotted you it would destroy your reputation. Ick.

But you couldn't stop; to your chagrin, it quickly devolved into sobs that were way too loud. Whatever, you could just shoot anyone who commented. That was reasonable, right?

"... fuck." A soft sigh had you tensing and turning to glare at the newcomer from behind a veil of tears. A quick sniff through your snotty nose had you barking out a bitter laugh.

"Today's just full of surprises, huh, treasure?" You eyed the blond omega -- your omega -- and noted he looked about as tired as you felt.

"You shot one of our alphas." The deadpan would have been alarming if you weren't already mid-breakdown. Instead all you managed was a slightly hysterical laugh.

"Ah, so you've got two of them. That must be awesome." Because packs came in fours, and there was at least one of each dynamic. It couldn't have been another beta, though, that would have meant the world wasn't trying to fuck you over completely.

"... you're not going to take this seriously, are you?" Instead of answering, you just shrugged, watching as his dark eyes weighed out his next move. He was pretty. Most omegas were conventionally attractive, something about the way they evolved to lure in alphas to protect them, but he was pretty even by omega standards.

"Want some?" You offered up one of the fish shaped snacks and his lips pursed with thought.

"I don't want to hurt you." He admitted, sitting just out of reach after taking your peace offering with another long sigh.

"Color me impressed. I imagine your alphas do."

"Our."

"Huh?"

"You keep saying 'your alphas'. They're our alphas-- not just mine." The entire exchange took seconds, and yet it had you bursting into tears again.

It was the way he said it, you thought. The nonchalance he had about it. As though there should never have been a question to begin with. Rubbing at your face, you tried desperately to gather yourself, grateful that he hadn't commented on your emotional outburst.

"I'm Y/N." You offered on a breath that was caught between a laugh and a sob.

"Mikey." Nodding, you returned to your snack without another word, content to share the moment. When he got up a while later and left just as silently as he arrived, you didn't comment.

* * *

The third man was not your alpha.

Not that he wasn't beautiful and enticing all on his own -- especially with the addition of your own alpha and omegas scents all over him -- but he wasn't destined for you. Not like the other two and the magical third that was still out there somewhere. It made you curious as to why the other two were acting like he was pack.

"You're kidding." It was your turn to deadpan as the four of you -- plus some security you'd decided you probably needed for this meeting -- settled down around the lounge.

"Hey." Mikey matched your tone unwaveringly and you couldn't help but bark out a laugh.

"You three run Bonten?" That actually got you a smirk from your exhausted looking omega, who proceeded to lounge back on the sofa with a shrug. It was a nice change, you'd admit. Typically it was alphas who run shit, so seeing an omega in charge -- with alphas following him, to boot -- made you smile.

"Can we focus on business?" The new alpha asked softly, eyeing you with probably as much distrust as you were eyeing him. Part of you was feeling resentful towards him, even though he had been perfectly polite the entire time.

"Mm, no need for all the seriousness." You waved a hand with a huff. "I'm not interested in--"

A gun was pointed at you before you finished, earning the pinkette a glare as you continued pointedly.

"--keeping all of this. It's gotten too big." He didn't lower the weapon despite your narrowed eyes, and the fact nobody had made him yet was reigniting the anxiety Mikey had unknowingly put to rest just days before.

A beta was replaceable.

"Seriously, Sanzu?" The new alpha grabbed the barrel of the weapon and shoved it down.

"Mikey already told you we weren't killing her." Warmth wrapped around you at the statement, and you let yourself relax back into the couch.

"What's your name?" You asked, unable to resist the impulse. His gaze flickered to meet yours, a small tilt of his lips to only indication of his amusement.

"Kakucho."

"Nice to meet you." He nodded in acknowledgement, and you smiled.

Settling things with Bonten ended up being pretty simple--

It was settling things with your pack that was going to pose a challenge.

》 Part Two 》

[obislittleone]

Intelligent Insanity

11/?

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Okay so I'm trying my best to keep the plot moving so there may not be as many fluffy moments because I got somewhere I'm going with this i think... actually idfk

Series Summary: Two lives can start very differently, but it's never the beginning that makes the story. It's the the journey the lives take that eventually bring them down the same path.

Chapter Warnings: Russian roulette?? Mentions of killing and eating ppl idk

Later in the day, we started playing with a few toys Galavan had laying around. Just your usual chainsaws, throwing stars, elegant knives, katanas.... you name it. I had found a lovely older looking knife, with beautiful details engraved on the side. Immediately a thought entered my head: I wonder if anyone was ever killed with this knife? Who was it? What did they do? Was the user of it like me?

I began to let these questions plague my mind more often, embracing the dark madness that had apparently always been in my brain, begging to be let out.

While I was mesmerized by the crystals in the blade, I was a bit alarmed when I heard the starting of the chainsaw. I jumped in my seat before standing to find Jerome pushing it against Greenwood while he held the katana.

Jerome could have easily overpowered the shorter man, but Galavan interceded before things could get too out of hand. Jerome's face held such anger, with no madness attached to it. I usually only ever saw that look when he discussed his mother.

"Boys, we're a team... we don't fight amongst ourselves." Galavan placed a hand at each of their shoulders and I could see the flames In Jerome's eyes. I quickly made my way over to him and came up behind him slowly, interlacing our hands. He squeezed tightly and I could feel his rampant emotions in his hand.

"Yeah, we're a team... Boys." Arnold teased from the other side of the room while doddling around with his own toys.

"And I'm the captain." Robert said, his eyes were maniacal, and his smile was menacing. This only infuriated the boy before me even more.

He dropped the chainsaw to the ground and took a step closer to Greenwood. "Captain of my foot."

Galavan stood and kept watch over the entire encounter, seeing how these two dominant males were trying to prove their supremacy.

"I've murdered a dozen women. I've terrorized the city.... and what have you done? Chop up your mommy?" Robert didn't even know the territory he was getting into. Jerome's mother was the most sensitive subject for him, and it made him furious to even have it brought up.

"Everybody has to start somewhere." He was holding back his full fledged rage inside of him, simply for the fact that Galavan was present. If he wasn't, Jerome would have chopped up Robert, too. "See I have vision, and ambition, and brains.... and you're just a nutty old cannibal. How many people can you eat before that shtick gets old."

"I could eat one more...." Robert said, Jerome closing in on him even further.

"I'd like to see you try." He held out his arms, but Greenwood shook his head with an eerie smile.

"I wasn't talking about you." Then my worst nightmare looked me in the eyes. The man I feared would eat me in my sleep had glanced over to me and licked his lips as if he were threatening to do so.

The next moment, Jerome's hand had left mine, both of his going around Robert's neck, and pushing him back until he hit the wall. I smiled slightly. My boyfriend was choking the life out of someone, but it was someone who scared me, and he protected me from him. "Say goodbye, Greenwood."

Galavan pulled Jerome back by the shoulder, getting them to stand near each other once again, but not at each other's throats... literally.

"I see we're gonna have to resolve this once and for all." Theo pulled a gun from his back pocket, dumping out all the bullets into his hand before loading a single shot and snapping it back into place. "You all know this game, right?"

"Love it." Jerome breathed. The situation looked very good for him, because he was crazy enough to win this game without much effort at all.

"Alright.... who want's to be the boss?" The gun sat between the two men, and though Jerome did not fear the gun as much as Robert did, he still waited for him to take it first.

I would not lie, this whole game idea made me very nervous. I knew Jerome was brilliant and capable of doing what was necessary, but my fear of being without him did weigh in me, causing me to tremble as I stood closely beside him.

"Ladies first." He finally said, causing Greenwood to take the gun with a shaky hand, putting it to his head. He smiled sinisterly and tried to make himself appear as though he was unphased, but every other movement in his body language said otherwise. When he finally pulled the trigger, I was the one to be filled with anxiety.

Jerome took the gun, fiddling with it for a moment before preparing the next shot.

"Hey Greenwood, what's the secret to good comedy?" He asked rhetorically, pointing the gun to with head without hesitation and pulling the trigger. "Timing." His wide grin made me feel calm, and I watched his next move without shaky hands this time. He prepared the gun again, bringing it back to himself a second time. For some reason, I now felt no fear.

"And what's courage?" He asked, pulling the trigger just the same way. "Grace under pressure.... and,"

Cocking the gun one last time, he held it beneath his chin like a pro, never once hesitating to hold the gun firmly. He was not afraid. I believed that there was nothing he was afraid of, and it reminded me of something he said to me one night...

"Who's the boss?" The trigger snapped back, and again, he stood. Unscathed by harm of the single bullet. With only two shots left in the round, Robert knew he was screwed. "I'm the boss..."

'Don't be scared... you are capable of much scarier things.'

Jerome's broken up and deranged laugh quietly filled the room, and it was music to my ears. He is definitely the boss, and he was always going to be.

"I believe you are Jerome... I believe you are." Galavan took the gun away from Jerome, who was ever so slightly trying to force it into the hands of Robert again, knowing he would probably be dead on the ground if he was stupid enough to take it.

After exchanging another word with Galavan, Jerome took the katana from Greenwood, squealing like a child with it, then running off in the other direction.

I gave a glaring smirk to Robert before I followed my boyfriend to play with his new toy.

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𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢

Iwaizumi had forgotten how rowdy his friends are, and one isn't physically present.

He had not seen any of his friends since the wedding and even then he didn't get to see and chat with them very long, he was out of it that day. But here he is on a Friday night, with YN sitting beside him per request of the three dumbasses sitting across from them; Maki and Mattsun with Oikawa on their phone screen, demanding attention like the needy shit he has always been.

He feels you more than he hears you laugh at whatever the others are telling you and he takes a chance to take a peek, as if he hasn't been doing that since you walked out of the room to go out with him.

Your short black skirt that he had already thought was short when you were standing is even shorter now as you sat, it barely covered your ass, leaving your beautiful legs on display for all the perverts. On top of that you wore a skin tight shirt that had a boob window and he has been wanting to punch every creep that keeps on looking at it. He wants to snarl at every single person that makes a double take on her, of course she's beautiful.

She's also too good for anyone out there.

He relaxes as he watches her laugh freely, her cheeks tinted pink, her eyelashes wet from laughing so hard at his friends antics. He decided he should bring her to these reunions from now on, take her out more, she must feel lonely just doing school work and being at home since most of her friends are to engrossed on their future or on their relationships.

"Earth to Iwachan!" He felt someone smack his head, finding the culprit to be a smirking Mattsun, "We get it! You're married and happy, I mean..." Mattsun, Maki and Oikawa all turn to look at YN, "I can blame you, YN has always been the most beautiful woman in our life."

YN, used to their flirty but harmless antics snorts at it, "That's not what I heard when Hajime and I walked in as you fucked that 2nd year cheerleader. What has her name again? Mina?" She smirked at it, making Iwaizumi laugh at the memory. He had been horrified and had accidentally pulled you into the bathroom instead of running outside. Both stuffed uncomfortably in there while hearing Mattsun pound (roughly) into the poor girl until the cheerleader moaned out a 'Daddy' to Mattsun, making you both laugh and interrupted them.

Mattsun laughed at it, "I can still hear you both laughing about it! What's so wrong about having a Daddy kink, huh? YOU KINK SHAMERS!"

"You weren't even close to daddy age, Mattsun!" YN joined Iwaizumi's laughter, leaning against him for support, "You were only 18, what's so 'daddy' about that!?"

Mattsun only huffed at that and Iwaizumi thought that maybe he was angry, the slight scowl on his face as he watched YN grip his bicep as she hid behind him from laughter remained there for a long time afterwards.

―

YN had just gotten up for the bathroom when his friends sharp glances turned to him. Usually, he would ignore it since it really wasn't their business, but he know from experience that if he keeps on avoiding it, they'll get worse.

Taking a sip from his beer and without sparing a glance to any of them, he gives. "Just spit it out."

It wasn't a surprise that shittykawa was the one to initiate it, "I can't believe YN took your stupid ass in marriage."

He turned to glare at his friend on the screen, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that she could've and SHOULD HAVE gone for someone who is emotionally available and isn't still chasing after his ex."

"I- this marriage is just - it's-"

"It's what?" Mattsun interrupts him, "Convenience? Because she's your friend, so its comfortable? You think that's fair?" He scoffs at Iwaizumi and it makes him feel small, "She's so in love with you and you don't even see it," he points at his, harshly poking his chest, "its so infuriating seeing you chasing after that other bitch when YN has always been right there!" He takes a swing of his drink, obviously irritated with his wedded friend.

"I- its-... she isn't in love with me, we're friends, best friends." What the hell is wrong with his friends? "What the hell is this? Why do any of you care about me and yn? You guys said you were happy about me marrying her!"

"We were, until we saw that you aren't in love with her."

Iwaizumi feels his heart drop at his friends deadpanned expressions. He doesn't regret marrying YN, he just wishes he had done it under normal circumstances.

"I'm trying."

"We know Iwachan," he looks up to see Oikawa giving him a pained smile, "But you need to cut off Jae for good. YN deserves at least that."

"Speaking of the queen of Rome... someone is following her."

Iwaizumi feels his body tense at Mattsun's words, someone is following you? He turns a bit to catch you fast walking towards their table, a worried expression on your face. He can also see the creep walking behind you, eyeing you hungrily.

He doesn't like it.

Once she makes it to the table, all of the boys can see how out of breath she is and wonder just how long she's been trying to avoid him. She sits beside Iwaizumi, meeting no one's eye and soon enough the guy is there with a smirk, "Hey baby, why did you runaway? Come on, ditch these losers and come with me instead."

He has no right, Iwaizumi knows that he has no right to get so mad at this perverts words but he can't help the possessiveness that is pouring out of himself, blinded by rage, he acts on impulse.

Iwaizumi pulls her close to him, seating her casually on his lap and looking square at this randos eye, says, "She's taken, beat it."

When he notices that the other one is about to open his mouth, he cuts him off by kissing her instead.

The last time he had kissed her was while she was drunk and it hadn't felt right to return it since she was very out of it. Now though? Now, they're both pretty sober and in public. His friends are at arms length and he can't find it in himself to give a damn when your lips feel like the softest pillows ever.

He gripped the back of her neck to angle her face and kiss her deeply, he was surprised to feel her kissing him back with the same fervor. She took the hand he had on her knee up to her thigh, which he gripped on immediately and pressed her chest against his, her small hands clutching his shoulders as if her life depended on it.

At the back of his mind, he could hear his friends wolf whistles and a couple of others exclaiming at the way they were making out, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. She was here, she was present and so warm underneath his fingers, her lips following his, her tongue exploring his mouth just as he was with her.

He didn't know for how long they had been kissing, but when he slightly pulled apart, her lips were red and swollen, her eyes sparkled and shined like diamonds underneath the sunlight. She looked adorable and he felt his heart throb painfully in his chest.

"Well... I guess I'm not the only exhibitionist anymore, huh?"

His friends laughed when YN started to blush and the implication that was made. With Iwaizumi still feeling a bit high from what had happened, he pulled her against him close, his grip tight and barked, "Leave her alone, you pervs."

After a few jabs directed to him, they continued as if nothing had happened, though he did catch them stealing glances at him with raised eyebrows, questioning his actions at the passionate kiss he shared with her.

I don't know what's happening either, he thought as he peered down to look at her face, feeling himself blush at how small and comfortable she looked in this lap, in his arms, but I know I'm in trouble.

―

When they got home later that night, he feels himself feeling hot and bothered by every move you make. You way your hanged your purse at the entrance, the way you shook your hair out of its up do, the way you leaned forward to take of your heels.

He followed you down the hall to your shared room, watching the way your hips moved side to side tantalizingly. His hand itched, he wanted to move closer and glue himself to your back, to hold your waist in one hand as the other guided your head to kiss him, to have the hand on your waist dip down and shove his digits in your panties to find them soaking wet, to hear you sigh out his name "Hajime, please."

"Hajime."

"...Hajime?"

Your solid voice pulled him out of his trance, a blush adorning his face in shame. I need to snap out of it, its too late to be so horny about my best friend. "Yeah mochi?"

"I um..." He noticed they way she was twirling her hair around, a nervous habit she's had since they were kids and wondered what could have her in such a state. "I- urgh, there's no easy way to say it."

She smacked herself in that moment. "Mochi?!"

He would've moved forward, if it wasn't for the solid gaze she had, her shoulders pulled back, full of intent.

"Hajime, I want you to take my virginity."

... What

When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I.

We are on par.

He just is, I just am

and we just are.

He and I - Lang Leav

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[wevonik]

River flows in you part. 1

Y/n's pov:

„Breathe in, and out... It's going to be okey... You can do this... You were going to the school befo-”

At that moment I realized how pathetic I have sounded and closed my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts. The last time I set my foot in school was almost two years ago. Of course in the meantime I had classes, but there were only a teacher and me in a small, hospital room. This situation really makes me anxious. I have no idea how many students know my story or at least heard about me . Due to this, my plan of coming back to my hometown and chasing for my dreams once again, doesn't sounds like a good idea anymore. But I have to do this. I promised this to myself. I promised this to them...

„Y/n breakfast is ready!”

„Okey I'm coming!” I responded, being now ripped from my thoughts. It's just a new school. What can possibly go wrong?

„Do you want me to drop you to school?” said a middle-aged lady while sipping her coffee. Her long, red, curly hair were now bounded in a messy bun. Only single strands of her hair appearing on her face.

„It's Okey auntie. I can go alone.” I said with an insignificant smile on my face. My aunt looked at me with sympathy. She could only imagine how hard it was for me after the accident. Of course my whole family was affected by this, but I was the one who suffered the most.

„You know you don't have to do this if you're not ready right?” she asked.

„I know, but I want to do this. It's my last chance to get there... ” I said. Juilliard - my timeless dream. My sight was now located on a small, black box laying by the door, waiting to be used again.

Taehyung's pov:

I don't even know what I am doing here...

Yeah of course school is much more pleasant than being at home but even though it's filled with idiots, who despite lacking in brain cells still managed to get here. My high school it's the most prestigious musical school in this state but it's easy to get here if your family is rich. That's probably the reason why this imbeciles are here. Not that I pay much attention to them. I have better activities than watching this dumbasses. But still they're annoying.

„Hey! Taetae!” Speaking of dumbasses... At least these ones are pretty much tolerable. Maybe because they're friends of mine.

„What's up guys?” I responded to them while taking my notebook from locker.

„Have you heard the news?”

„Come on Jungkook. Don't you know that Taetae is never up to date with gossips?” Said a much shorter boy while brushing his fingers through his hair.

„Just tell me what you want to say and let's go to class”

„Jimin maybe you will tell him?”

„Why me? You're better at this thin-”

„JUST SPIT IT OUT CRACKHEADS!” I interrupted them, being even more annoyed then minutes ago.

„Wow Taetae... There's no need to shout...”

I just rolled my eyes on this comment.

„Okey, so there will be a new girl in our class...” Said Jungkook

„And why should I care about that?”

„That's the best part. It's y/n. She got tons of letters form universities when she was only ten. She's super talented, famous... And hot” said Jungkook and looked at Jimin with significant smile.

„I'm done listening to your speech about some random chick who makes your hormones rage. I'm going.” I said leaving two boys behind. They quickly catched up and all of us went to class together.

Y/n's pov:

I stepped into unfamiliar building full of people. It must be a break now.

How the hell will I find anything here??

„You must be y/n”

I turned around just to see a short girl with a blonde hair and a big smile on her face.

„Hm, do you know me?” That was all I was able to spit out.

„You're the only one here who don't know what to do with yourself and I saw you on news many times before.” She said laughing softly. So it's really obvious that I'm new. Great... And of course she has to know me. Even greater...

„I'm Kate. President of class you will belong to. I'm responsible to show you around.” she said while extending her hand. I just gently shook it and we both slowly began to walk through the corridor.

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„You've seen pretty much everything now. I just have to show you the practice room which you can book if there would be a need for that. After that you're free to go.” Said Kate. We were now standing in front of a big room, full of huge windows and instruments. Beautiful instruments. I saw guitars, speakers, drums, violins, flutes, saxophones, many, many others and piano... Of course I would never betray my beloved violin but this piano was simply stunning. And this melody which was coming out of it...

Wait a second. A melody? How is it possibl-

At this very moment I spotted a person who was using the instrument. It was a guy. A very handsome one to be exact. His dark hair were gently falling on to his face. That face was really different from faces I used to see. I would wager that he was a foreigner. He was for sure Asian. Korean maybe? He was really different but... Beautiful. His face very symmetrical. His brows were thick and full. He had eyelashes anyone would be jealous of. Moles on his lower lip, above his right nostril, and under his right eyelid near his waterline. His upper lip was slightly longer and more rounded than his lower lip. His ears were sticking out a little. His facial expression was very serious and focused on playing. And those hands...

Y/n what are you thinking about? Are you crazy? Staring at some random guy? Really? What kind of thoughts are that? Snap yourself out of it girl! I shook my head in anger.

„It's Taehyung. He's one of the best students and musicians here. He's in our class, I would recommend you to stay away from him tho.” Kate broke a silence.

„Why?” I asked, quite intrigued.

„He doesn't belong to the most friendly people here. The only thing he cares about is this piano. Many girls were crying because of him.”

„Did he do something to them?”

„Nahh. Not really. He was just ghosting them. It's really entertaining to watch him, but only from distance.”

„I see...” I responded, not sure what to say more. Kate could be right. His whole face was screaming „I'm amazing but you can't have me.” Not that I would want to. I didn't came all the way here for boys but to practice and become a good old y/n again. I have to focus on subduing my inner demons and fears and no Teahyung or whatever his name was nor any other person will be able to distract me. Not now, not never.

A/n: I hope you liked this chapter. It's my first fanfic so please let me know what you think. I send you my love 🥺❤️❤️

[doodlelolly0910]

Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?

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A/N: This is it! Last chapter time! All that's left after this is the epilogue and that will post on Friday! So so many thanks to @kmomof4 who is the best beta I could have asked for on this story, not to mention an amazing human being and friend. I honestly couldn't have done this without her. And the hugest thank you and love and accolades to @courtorderedcake who made the truly stunning banner that you see at the top of each chapter. And thank you so much to every reader who has ever opened this story. All of your kudos and comments and reblogs and favorites, they mean more to me than i can express. Away we go!

Chapter 23

“No!” Emma screamed and threw herself at the door of the container, trying to knock out open but the only sound she heard was the heavy bolt clicking into place. This did not deter her and she continued to kick and slap and channel all her righteous rage at the door.

“It won't work. There's no way out,” a resigned voice sounded from behind her. Emma whirled around, her eyes settling on the group of terrified women behind her. The woman with shorter dark hair in the front - Ivy Belfrey, Emma knew just from one look at the face that had haunted her dreams as of late - exuded calm and collected amongst the group of cowering, sniffling girls. Her voice held no waver when she spoke, but her big, brown eyes told a different story entirely. She was barely holding it together.

“I know,” Emma sighed and put her hands on her hips, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “I just needed to be angry for a minute. I'm so sorry. I've let you all down.”

Ivy chuckled mirthlessly. “You got closer than anyone else did. At least he didn't chain you up.” She shook the shackles at her wrist, making them rattle for emphasis. Shame overwhelmed Emma's body at her outburst. Here she was, no more than twenty minutes into being locked up inside this container, fate uncertain, and she was already losing it. In front of these women who had endured this nightmare for months already and still were worse off than she.

“Well, if it's any consolation, my contact probably called in back up by now. We just have to hope they get here in time,” Emma offered pitifully. Ivy gave her a tight lipped smile, her eyebrows shooting up on her forehead in a placating gesture and gave her a slow nod. She didn't believe Emma, and she truly couldn't blame her. Emma sighed heavily and let her head thunk backwards onto the door.

From behind her, a rattling sound emerged and the door began to open. Emma looked with surprise and fear in her eyes to the crowd of women who looked even more frightened than before. Ivy’s smile turned sadder than before as if to confirm what they both were thinking. Time had run out.

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[thissupposedcrime]

what do dmitry, alexi, and pyotr look like?? i'm v curious

Anon I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this question. I love you.

In Chapter 8/9 Yuri will meet Dmitry and that’s where I planned to detail his appearance but no one ever asked me about my OCs before so hot damn IMMA SAY A LOT ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCES AND RANDOM HEAD CANONS I COULD NOT FIT IN THE STORY.

Below are appearances (and other story details!) for Dmitry, Alexi, and Pyotr.

Dmitry (18, DOB 1/15/2006)

Name: Vershinin Dmitry Ruslanovich 

When he’s sick or Alexi is pleased, he occasionally calls him Dima

Height/body: 165 cm/5’5 (never grows taller). His legs are especially well defined but he appears more skinny than firm, almost waif-ish. In the off season, he sometimes appears scrawny, despite the fact he’s swallowing down as much food as possible. He doesn’t retain the weight. 

Eyes: Hazel (tinted more brown than green). They’re wide-set and rather large so Dmitry is an expert at the puppy dog look. It does not work on anyone who knows him longer than five minutes.

Nose: Pert and cute, has a few freckles sprinkled across it

Hair: Chestnut brown that, in certain lighting, gets mistaken for a dull red. Typically it is short and messy, as Dmitry is shit at caring for long hair and gets annoyed when it flies in his face. Currently he’s rocking a look like this (top photo). He likes using products in his hair because it stops the old ladies from ruffling it.

Face: Regardless of his age, there will always be an element of baby-face to Dmitry, slightly rounded at the cheeks, that makes him appear adorable instead of classically handsome. People will call him cute, not sexy, but he is good looking to many.

Smile: Very bright and full, always looks like he’s glowing when he smile. He frequently bites at his lips, so they’re normally reddish.

Complexion: His complexion is tanner than Alexi’s, so it’s a very ‘healthy tan’ sort of thing, even when sick. 

Other details:

Originally, during his junior career, his hair was longer. Dmitry’s an idiot who tried dyeing streaks of blue in his hair using a home kit. Unsurprisingly, it went badly and, to allow the damaged parts of his hair to recover, he chopped off most of it, but grew to like the shorter styles. Once he tried to rock a pompadour but Alexi refused to stand next to him when they walked down the street.

He’s spent his life climbing Alexi like a jungle gym and using his appearance to get away with murder. Unlike Yuri, whose cute looks mean no one takes his threats of rage seriously, Dmitry cared more about sneaking into places during dares or begging for another cookie.

He basically retains the body Yuri wishes he kept during his pro career, short and flexible, but lacks the work ethic of Yuri. Yuri not so secretly despises Dmitry for this reason.

For his part, one of Dmitry’s first introductions to Yuri Plisetsky is seeing him inadvertently concuss Pyotr when he throws his phone, so, from the start, the fear of God had been put into Dmitry, furthered once he saw Yuri’s terrifying Dance Mom and Unholy Beast Boyfriend.

Both Dmitry and Yuri are super fucking dramatic but Yuri’s is rage and pretending to hate everything while Dmitry is woe-is-me and complicated dares no one should complete.

Two older sisters (six and four years older than him, married and in college respectively), father frequently in America for business so it’s usually just him and his mother.

Best friends with Alexi since they were eight. His mother loves Alexi most (but Dmitry understands).

Honestly Dmitry’s probably lived this long because of Alexi. 

Alexi (17, DOB 5/22/2006)

Name: Rezansov Alexi Stepanovich

Dmitry is not allowed to give him pet-names.

Career: Still in Juniors, usually works with assistant coaches but Yakov looks forward to his planned debut in 2025. 

Delayed in senior level due to early puberty. Once he regained his skills, his progress was sacrificed when he lost a year due to an ugly accident. 

Height/body: 177 cm/5’10. The pinnacle of an athletic body, Alexi is long-legged, tone armed, and broad shouldered, meaning he easily navigates crowds that flock to him. Despite being younger, he has always been taller than Dmitry, who has been known to hide behind him during blustery weather conditions. Alexi is naturally active and mobile, a morning person who does not need coffee to keep his limbs under control.

Eyes: Gray eyes, frequently appear blue. Almond shaped eyes that naturally lift in the corner. He’s very sensitive to makeup so he refuses eyeliner. Luckily he has thick lashes so it isn’t often an issue he fights coaches with.

Nose: His nose was broken in the accident mentioned above and required minor surgery to repair when it didn’t heal properly, so he has a small scar, difficult to see if you’re not peering at him. Before the accident, it was very straight, with a pointed tip. Still sits well on his face.

Hair: Sandy brown, slightly wavy and smooth textured. He prefers clean-cuts and typically sticks with staples, like a classic crew cut. Whenever his hair grows out, Dmitry is on high alert because Alexi takes pride in being well trimmed. 

By March 2024 it has grown slightly longer, enough that strands are starting to fall in his face if he doesn’t style it.

Face: Much to Dmitry’s chagrin, it is uniformly agreed upon that Alexi is handsome. People (fangirls) have called him sculpted or chiseled. Square jawed, well proportioned features.

When sick, Dmitry goes on the fan forums and fights people who say.

Smile: Pale pink but full lips. He’s more of a smirk or smaller, sincere smile type than toothy grins like Dmitry. Has been accused of having resting-bitch-face, even when winning gold, so smiles are usually saved for his family or moments Dmitry isn’t giving him heart palpitations because he’s PLAYING IN TRAFFIC OH MY GOD STOP. Straight, pearly white teeth. 

Complexion: Pale, but not unhealthily so. Inherited from his mother’s fair coloring and complexion. Smooth skinned because, although puberty betrayed him in giving him so many inches in such a short time, acne wasn’t that bad. 

Other details:

Even before his accident, Alexi was the most likely to understand skating isn’t forever and has considered leaving before his body breaks down to attend college, prepare for another career.

No dramatic backstory, they met in elementary school and were only surprised not to have met sooner. 

Alexi is better at remembering the names of people’s spouses/children and recent events but Dmitry is better at socializing, especially with strangers.

Is both the youngest and most responsible of the skaters currently working with Yakov and his assistant coaches. 

Only child of a florist and an accountant. He has a good relationship with his parents but that didn’t stop Dmitry’s family from basically kidnapping him and making them one of their own. 

Dmitry is offended whenever Alexi claims to be an only child. You have two sisters. 

Besides Yakov, he’s probably the only one to realize Dmitry and Yuri are somewhat alike.

Pyotr (20, DOB 9/4/2004)

Name: Sonin Pyotr Aleskeevich

Called Petya by his girlfriend

Called ‘how are you alive right now?’ by everyone else

Career: Senior Male Figure Skater 2021-2024, moves on to Ice Dancing with girlfriend/future wife 2025-2029

Height/Body: 173cm/5’8. Everyone is confused that Mila is able to pick up Pyotr because he seems huge, more of his bulk on his upper level (strong arms) than legs. Muscular. He has a long neck that does nothing in warning him of danger. Pyotr is surprisingly light. 

Eyes: Dark brown eyes, spaced evenly apart from his nose. There’s nothing remarkable about them. Instead, people comment on the dark circles under Pyotr’s eyes, seemingly permanent. Whenever he loses a girlfriend or gets stressed over competitions, Pyotr defaults to watching cheerful foreign musicals, meaning he never sleeps.

Nose: snub-nosed (shorter, seemingly flat) but it works well on him, as his face isn’t overly long. 

Hair: Naturally curly and thick in a platinum blonde color. He typically keeps it loose and has been caught on tape confessing the length, well past his shoulders, makes headbanging to music better.

Face: Oval shaped, a few scars from acne along the side but easily hidden by makeup. Occasionally, while injured, he has been told he has a face only a mother could love. Isn’t considered handsome or ugly but things would be helped if people would stop hitting him so the swelling could go down.

Smile: He has a gap between his two front teeth, but smiles easily and happily. Unlike Dmitry, who sinks into moods, Pyotr actively works to keep up a cheery disposition. Has dimples.

Complexion: Typically ruddy due to the cold and time on the ice, but in the off season he loses a lot of the redness and rawness in his cheeks. 

Other details:

Does a lot of stupid shit like Dmitry, but is more a victim of circumstance than a perpetrator. 

Lacks an Alexi of his own to keep him in line or give him credibility when he has a good idea. People should listen to him more, but he becomes a joke character.

All concussions have come from other people (Yuri, Mila)

Although his love life is a joke, he is the one most consistently in a relationship and will soon fall in love with an ice dancer named Valentina and marry her. First to have a wife and family

Choreographs a lot of his own programs and specializes in artistry rather than complex moves.

Oldest of three, with a younger brother and sister. His aunt was a skater so he’s especially close to her.

Thank you anon who asked me about these losers. Please feel free to prompt me with questions or ideas.

Story: soldier boy, tripping over himself to win my praise