#sully siblings band au

[neqeyam]

modern au sully siblings where lo’ak and kiri start a youtube podcast one day bc they think they’re the funniest people on earth and they end up blowing up bc they ARE hilarious and then the sully siblings all blow up bc tuk is adorable (and a fucking menace) and everyone thinks neteyam is hot

then lo’ak reveals that he’s a soundcloud artist and his music ends up blowing up bc he’s highkey a good producer (neteyam writes his lyrics tho,, fuckin english majors)

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Avatar Modern au | High School edition (Sully kids + Spider)

A/N: The ages and grades are just based off me. Also all these head cannons are either based off of common high school experiences, my high school experience, or things that happened at my high school. This is my first time tryna write like actual Headcanons. If these are received well I’ll make more. I’ll a tag list too if needed.

Lo’ak

He’s 14 so he would be a freshman(9th grade)

Had a xxxtention Bart simpson phase In 6th grade

Thinks he’s on that popular loner shit

Hangs out with the sophomores and juniors because of Neteyam and spider

Yk his lanky ass on the basketball team

B student cuz he gotta keep them grades up to play sports

His dramatic ass is definitely in theater

Tried skipping with aonung once and neytiri beat his ass

You can’t tell me him and tsireya ain’t the power couple of the school

He always getting caught with that damn phone

Vaped once and nearly chocked to death

Annoys the hell out of kiri

“Ay ain’t you teyam’s lil brother”

Neteyam

15 so he’s a sophomore(10th grade)

Actually on that popular loner shit

Man’s the school heartthrob

All them girls want him

And he’s oblivious TO ALL OF IT

Always having to deal with lo’aks bull shit

Effortlessly has all A’s

Probably in ROTC to make Jake happy

All the teachers love him

Takes honors science and math like a psycho

Probably dose track and archery

Voted class best boy

Somehow ending up carrying all his siblings snacks

Kiri

14 so she’s a freshman

Pretends her family (especially lo’ak) doesn’t exist

Always has her AirPods in

She be listening to them unsolved mystery YouTubers on her chromebook while she works

Skips with spider and never gets caught

A, B student

She sells homemade shit and crystal to the other girlies

Will ignore tf out of you

In fundamentals of health science and psychology

Dose not and will not take the time out of her day to mess with no boy

Everyone thinks she dating spider

Spider

16 so he’s a junior (11th grade)

People thinks he a stoner, he’s just tired

Grades all over the place one minute he’s a straight A student next he’s failing

Probably did wrestling one year

Rebound popularity from hanging with with spider

He got norm to hack his chrome book so everything’s unblocked

He’s the only one who can drive so he has to drive everyone around

Never gets caught skipping

Dose Percussion in band but plays guitar as a hobby

Probably accidentally called his favorite teacher mom once

He cried

Can’t tell me he hasn’t had a mental breakdown over some kind of school work

Surprisingly good at science

Like he’s in AP Chemistry

The girls at school like his mommy issues, daddy issues, and long hair

@hyperfixatedfandomer sorry I keep tagging you in shit 😭

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Almost Home (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x gn!Reader Modern AU Rated: G Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Meeting the Bridgerton family was everything you needed to take the next step with Benedict.

Author’s Note: It was 3am. I wrote a thing. I now have a disorder where I can’t listen to a song without my brain concocting a Benedict story around it. Almost Home - Reprise by Moby, Novo Amor, et al.

Your mind was made up now. The sureness of your decision settled over you comfortably as you stared out the window of the car, shadows of trees racing by. You didn’t allow the logistics to sully the warm, nearly buoyant sensation flooding through you. Everything would be taken care of, he would make sure of it.

You trailed your fingers down the side of his face as he laid in your lap, tracing the length of his sideburn and the angle of his jaw. You thought you heard him hum lightly with satisfaction as you repeated the motion.

The party had been a success, both for its honoree and for yourself. Though you had been hesitant to attend and raging with insecurities upon your initial arrival, Benedict had been right that it was the perfect opportunity for you to meet his family. Such an event was bound to happen eventually, but for you it held particular significance. It was your final litmus test for this relationship, the one barrier to you finally acquiescing and moving in with him. 

You had been seeing each other for nearly a year, but you were not the sort to cohabitate quickly. As much as you longed to spend every waking moment with Benedict, as certain as you were that he could fulfill every desire of your body and need for companionship in your heart, there was one more piece of a shared life together than you needed to make sure would fit. No matter how happy Benedict could make you every day as your partner, you knew you would always feel a void without the love of a good family behind him. It was a void you already lived with, having no family of your own except one sister who lived far away. Your childhood had been happy, filled with aunts, uncles and your doting parents. But the passage of time had seen them all fade, stolen from you by illness or the resulting scars of loss, and one by one they had fallen away, leaving you with solitary Christmases and birthdays that you had to celebrate for yourself, if you chose to recognize them at all.

You didn’t need an extended family to thrive of course, but you wanted it. You wanted to feel held by more than one person if you should ever be in need. You wanted to have somewhere that felt like home outside your own flat, a place to visit for the holidays where you could hear laughter and justify cooking for more than two people. Benedict knew this. He had rocked you when you learned of your cousin’s passing, and supported you when you decided that speaking to your father was no longer in the best interest of your mental health. He had told you about his family, his devoted mother and all seven of his brothers and sisters, some of them already having children of their own. You sensed that he didn’t talk about them as often as he wanted to because he didn’t want to draw comparisons between your situations or seem boastful. You had avoided asking much about them too, your imposter syndrome rearing every time you considered meeting an actual viscount or visiting a legitimate ancestral home. But when the Bridgerton siblings had banded together to plan their mother’s birthday party, you knew you would be meeting them all at last.

Everyone had been so welcoming to you, it felt as if it were your party. You didn’t have time to be awed by the dizzying size and beauty of Aubrey Hall because Benedict’s sister-in-law Kate had looped her arm through yours and began narrating to you the key points to note for each Bridgerton sibling and party guest. Don’t leave unattended plates around Colin, careful what you say around Penelope, don’t get Eloise started on politics, Phillip makes the best cocktails, Daphne will be the most willing to tell you all of Benedict’s most embarrassing childhood stories, and Simon may look intimidating, but wait until he starts singing to his children. Anthony, her husband the Viscount, had an air of suspicion about him when you first met, but as the night progressed and you held your own in the games and good-natured ribbing, you saw him soften and even nod at you with a small, accepting smile. You respected his wariness. Of course the eldest should be looking out for his brother and making sure he had found a good match.

Then there was Violet, gentle with her gaze and sharp with her tongue, ready to spar with and scold her children as needed, but always with an undeniable air of love. She glowed throughout the day as she was lavished with praise and gifts, demuring that she didn’t deserve any of it. She wept when Anthony gave a toast in her honor, and wept harder when she opened Benedict’s gift, a still life painting of violets and lilacs arranged together. And she had gravitated toward you, even more than Kate had, always inviting you into each conversation and resting a soft hand on your back whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. She was an embodiment of motherhood, exuding warmth and comfort to everyone around her, not just her own children. It was almost as if she knew your story, or perhaps Benedict had told her, that you had no mother of your own and were craving precisely the sort of kindness she extended to you. When the event drew to a close and you said your goodbyes, she had embraced you just tight enough and just long enough that you fought not to cry as you pulled away and joined Benedict in the hired car.

As if Benedict weren’t already perfect enough, you had fallen as quickly and madly in love with his family as you had with him. They were everything your broken heart wished for and could never have imagined finding. A massive, joyous, bickering family that generated a palpable sense of love when they gathered. It was more than you could ask for, an answered prayer.

A bit drunk and entirely exhausted, Benedict had flopped into your lap in the back of the car as it sped toward the city. Eyes closed, a satisfied smile played on his lips as you held his head, one hand carding through the dark waves of his hair and the other tracing his face. However you had managed to find him, and however he had chanced to love you, you didn’t know. But you were grateful for it. Perhaps it was the trade off, the universe finally delivering you a happy turn after it had taken so much from you. 

You had no hesitation now in taking the next step and moving in with him. You knew this step would be short-lived with how frequently he spoke of ‘forever’ and ‘someday’ and how he had recently developed a fascination with the fingers of your left hand. But you found you had no misgivings about marrying him. You would do it tomorrow if he asked. You wanted, no, needed to keep him forever. Him and his beautiful family, who had showered you with so much love you were left speechless. The hard ground you had tread in your past had yielded treasure and you were ready to turn away and leave all the pain behind, to let go and enter this world that felt so right for you.

When you started to recognize the streets leading up to Benedict’s flat, you smoothed his hair and bent to kiss his forehead, then ghosted your lips over his as you whispered to him.

“Wake up, my love. We’re almost home.”

No tags, I'm just goofing.

[lvpislvzuli]

The Ultimate List of Modern AU Headcanons for the Sully Kids (and Spider)

Kiri

— her favourite colour is green

— wears knit cardigans and floral converse shoes

— had a frozen yogurt phase

— collects rocks and crystals

— presses flowers in notebooks

— paints her toenails ten different colours

— cuts her own hair, DIY bangs

— always has headphones on. listens to Florence and Lana religiously

— has a crush on her childhood best friend and fellow orphan, Miles “Spider” Socorro

— but she is taking that secret to the grave

— visits the botanical gardens on weekends. Spider always goes with her

— eats toast with strawberry jam for breakfast every morning

— makes her own rings, bracelets, and anklets

— hates crowds and will actively avoid them

— not a strict vegetarian but she prefers to not eat meat

— she never takes off Grace’s necklace and always asks Norm for stories about her when he visits

— she also keeps all of Grace’s published books on botany on her bedside table

— has a part time job at the local produce shop

— not sporty but she loves roller skating

— is attempting to teach Lo’ak to roller skate but it’s going poorly

— babysits Tuk for Jake and Neytiri on their date nights

— Tuk insists they do makeovers and Kiri agrees even though she hates wearing makeup

— she is very quiet at school but is the brightest student in her year

— the other kids used to bully her until she and Tsireya became friends, but they still think she is weird

— her favourite subject is art but she wishes there was a botany class

— climate activist

— never posts on social media but she does scroll

— always likes her siblings’ and Spider’s Instagram posts

— retweets Greta Thunberg

— orders a strawberry shake from McDonald’s

— loves anything strawberry flavoured

— still has sleepovers with Spider even though they are probably getting a bit old for that

— loves watching Studio Ghibli movies and her favourite is Princess Mononoke

— can play some piano but cannot sing to save her life

— her bedroom is filled with plants and she hangs wind chimes beside her window

— which just so happens to line up perfectly with Spider’s bedroom window next door

— she’s a morning person and is always the first one awake in the Sully house

— her favorite season is spring

— hates overhead lights and prefers lamps

— binge read the entire Rainbow Magic series in middle school and wished there was a fairy named for her

Lo’ak

— a “YOLO!” kid

— he met Spider when they were seven and nine during the first week of school

— they had both been sent to the principal’s office for disrupting their classes

— it turned out that they lived next door to each other but had never met before

— so he introduced Spider to Kiri and Neteyam, and the rest is history

— picks up casual shifts at Domino’s Pizza

— will tell anyone who orders pineapple on their pizza that there is something wrong with them

— middle child syndrome

— vehemently defends his belief that vanilla is the best flavour

— on the school swim team but is always late for training

— eats cereal out of the box

— his favourite colour is orange

— looks identical to a teenage Jake

— always in detention for talking back to his teachers

— he brought home a stray dog and tried to smuggle it into his bedroom but Neytiri caught him immediately

— convinced his parents to let him keep the dog

— he named him Payakan

— is attempting to read Dune by Frank Herbert but gets distracted whenever he picks it up

— tripped over his own feet the first time he saw Tsireya

— she tutored him for an English exam—the only exam he’s ever gotten an A on

— when he finally asked her out he was shocked that she said yes

— it took him a while to warm to Tsireya’s family who thought he was trouble at first

— his phone is always, mysteriously, at 13% battery

— orders a Big Mac, a large fries, and a vanilla shake from McDonald’s

— plays the drums and is actually good

— formed a band called The Outcasts with Spider and they practice in the garage on Friday nights. Kiri sits and listens to them

— he lives on energy drinks and Doritos

— loves jet skiing and surfing. all water sports

— often tries to sneak out but Tuk always catches him in the act

— bad at making friends but great at making enemies

— posts selfies on Instagram but they’re always blurry

— will accidentally burn his toast but still eat it, plain.

— feels misunderstood by his parents

— “I’m just a kid” by Simple Plan

— secretly admires Neteyam but will never admit it

— on weekends he takes Tsireya shopping at the mall and holds all of her bags

— his favourite movie is The Karate Kid

Tuktirey

— insists that she put the star on top of the tree at Christmas

— loves pink lemonade and bubble gum ice cream

— spends her pocket money on temporary tattoos

— has recently started playing club netball. Neytiri and Jake attend every game

— she will stay up to catch the tooth fairy but always ends up falling asleep

— prefers waffles over pancakes and chocolate syrup instead of maple syrup

— her favourite colour is rainbow

— Lo’ak tells her that rainbow is not a colour

— Tuk tells him that vanilla is not a flavour

— they argue a lot

— she is friends with everyone at her elementary school and always has a birthday party to attend

— but her best friend is Popiti who lives down the street

— she and Jake watch Saturday morning cartoons together

— orders a Happy Meal from McDonald’s

— rides a bike with a basket and handlebar streamers

— always asks Neteyam to read her a bedtime story, but she will wake Kiri up if she has a nightmare

— Neytiri has to find creative ways of sneaking vegetables into her meals

— she is terrified of needles

— Halloween is her favourite holiday and she was once sick from eating too much candy

— she has a pink glitter lamp in her bedroom and her bed is covered in plushies

— Tsireya introduced her to Taylor Swift’s music and now she is obsessed

— writes with glitter pens

— has a pet bunny named Bugs because she is a huge fan of Looney Tunes

— loves spending time with her grandmother who teaches her how to embroider

— wants a unicorn ice cream cake for her eighth birthday party

 Neteyam

— has to wear contacts because his eyesight is actually pretty bad

— no one knows where that gene came from

— but he still has excellent hand-eye coordination

— and is a pro at tennis

— straight A student

— all the teachers love him

— is impeccably dressed at all times, except on weekends when he comes downstairs to breakfast in his pyjamas

— loves to read and always carries a paperback with him

— doesn’t like McDonald’s

— once travelled to Vietnam on a school trip and came back “cultured”

— the peacekeeper sibling

— hated sitting at the kids’ table at parties and always wanted to sit with the grownups

— he will discreetly check up on his siblings at school

— Jake takes him fishing on the weekends

— Neytiri likes to brag about how clever and kind he is when he is within earshot, which embarrasses him

— always chosen to be team captain in gym class

— is friendly to everyone he meets and always thinks the best of people, but is ready to throw hands the second someone insults his family

— sticks to a daily routine and feels unsettled whenever it’s disrupted

— very neat. maybe a little OCD

— he was a well behaved child and has never thrown a tantrum

— always tells the truth and can tell when someone is lying

— his favourite colour is purple

— has a pair of glasses for when his contacts bother him but he only wears them at home

— he is naturally smart and doesn’t have to study to get good grades

— had a hardcore photography phase and still uses his camera

— loves eating spicy food, which is one of the few things he has in common with Spider

— always wins at Monopoly

Spider

— prone to rolling off his bed during the night

— lives with the McCosker family next door to the Sullys

— but he might as well live with the Sullys because he spends all of his time with them

— will sneak out of his house through his bedroom window, jump the fence between their houses, and climb through Kiri’s bedroom window while she keeps watch

— he once got a subtle mullet on a dare but he hated it

— was a barefoot kid

— plays the guitar and sings

— (everyone was shocked when they realised Spider could sing really well)

— skateboards

— his favourite colour is blue

— orders chicken nuggets, fries and a Coke from McDonald’s

— doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth

— has a part time job at a local mechanics garage helping to fix cars

— never does homework but still gets decent grades

— doodles on every page of his textbooks

— a Star Wars kid. had lightsaber fights with Kiri and Lo’ak in their backyard

— will wash the dishes for Neytiri whenever he stays for dinner

— is saving up his money to buy a truck

— watched Tarzan on repeat as a young kid and it still shows

— his hair is long and always a mess

— wears sweatpants and owns three shirts

— posts memes on Instagram that no one but Kiri and Lo’ak understand

— he once punched a guy at school for harassing Kiri and was suspended for a week

— his adoptive father grounded him for a month

— “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance

— loves rock climbing. Kiri always tags along to spot for him

— doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, but Kiri always writes him a heartfelt letter which he saves and often rereads

— he can’t sit still for more than five minutes

— and he bounces a knee whenever he is sitting

— there is a faded scar above his eyebrow from the stitches he needed after falling from the monkey bars in middle school

— he once started a food fight in the school cafeteria

— loves roller coasters

— and is a bit of an adrenaline junkie

— would eat nachos at every meal if he could

— picks up interesting rocks he finds that he thinks Kiri will like for her collection

— he once went camping at the beach with the Sullys and it was the best weekend he’s ever had

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

ooh very intrigued by the idea of an outer banks locorro au! there are so many ways that could go! what were you thinking?

WOW I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED, HERE IS WHAT I AM THINKING. Tbh the treasure part isn't as intriguing to me as the circumstances (especially not as stupid as the plot got in season three so far) so this is more of a drama. Like The Summer I Turned Pretty mixed with Outer Banks.

-Spider lives with his rich evil dad in their summer home in the Outer Banks, while Lo'ak and his band of fun loving idiot siblings live on the Cut.

-I think Spider is their Kiara, he's literally always ditching his dad and running away with his clown squad and staying with the Sully's 24/7. It's only exacerbated the tension between Quaritch and the Sully's because now he lowkey hates that his own son likes them better than him lol. He's had the cops pick Spider up from their house as a personal favor like, an absurd amount of times.

-At first Neytiri didn't trust him, but then the cops came for Spider the first time when Spider ran away when he was like ten and hid under Kiri's bed. Now she loves Spider and treats him amazing half because he's great and half because it makes Quaritch so fucking mad and she's petty.

-Anyways my point is Spider basically lives there, and actually does live there when Quaritch is gone on business trips which is most of the time. He just sends the cops for Spider when he gets back and remembers he exists.

-All of the kids spend all their time surfing and fishing and having late night beach parties. They help their parents make money to support the family, and they babysit Tuk constantly.

-I think they fall in love like they do everything else; all at once and without any prior planning. All recklessness and stupidity. One day they are best friends, thicker than thieves, and the next day they are something more. It gave Kiri whiplash. If you ask either of them how it happened neither of them knows.

[monabela]

after I had picked songs and thought of stories for them, I noticed that everything with Ukraine had turned out to be rather sad. but I think this one didn't turn out as sad as it could've been even though it's set during WWI. it isn’t a very romantic story but Listen there is only so much I can put in 2000 words okay. I’m not good at writing short things :’D

what it seems

part II of the femslash Sonata Arctica AUs

Nothing's what it seems to be I'm a replica, I'm a replica An empty shell inside of me I'm a replica of me

- Replica

characters/pairings: Hungary (Erzsébet)/Ukraine (Iryna), mentioned past Austria/Hungary

word count: 2422 summary: Erzsébet is just trying to keep herself together, but Iryna teaches her that maybe she doesn't have to. Maybe it's okay to be sad.

There is so much to do.

Erzsébet sighs as she closes her front door behind herself, putting her meager groceries down and wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Now that that’s over with, she just needs to feed the animals, provided that the rooster hasn’t run away again, of course… Maybe she can mend the fence while she’s at it, so at least that problem will be solved.

But it’s dusk by the time she’s found the stupid bird and managed to coax it down from old woman Chernenkova’s shed, and now her mood is completely ruined, because she still has to make dinner with the sparse ingredients the rations allow for.

“Miss Héderváry?” calls an unfamiliar voice from the old woman’s house, and Erzsébet sighs again, shaking her unruly hair out of her eyes.

“Yes?” she shouts back. The rooster is trying to struggle his way out of her arms. She scowls at him ineffectively while a woman steps out of Mrs Chernenkova’s house and walks over to her. Erzsébet doesn’t think she’s seen her before, and in this village, that’s quite a feat. People pass through often, but none ever stay, and certainly none learn her name.

“Hello,” the woman says. “My aunt said to tell you that she needs your help tomorrow, with her—” she ducks away when the rooster tries to grab her sleeve— “vegetables.”

“Sorry,” Erzsébet says, wrapping her arms tighter around the angry bundle of feathers. The woman smiles a little, tucking some fine blonde hair back into one of her braids. “Your aunt?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. I’m Iryna Chernenkova. I’m staying with my aunt for a while. At home, it’s not…” She bites her lip, light eyes cast down. “Whatever the case. Nice to meet you, Miss Héderváry. My aunt speaks highly of you.”

Her Hungarian has the same lilts as Mrs Chernenkova’s has, but much more pronounced, as though she isn’t used to speaking the language. She must have been living in Russia, Erzsébet guesses. There have been more Ukrainians coming this way, passing through to distant parts of Austria-Hungary or even farther away in an attempt to escape having to fight their own people.

Erzsébet also severely doubts Mrs Chernenkova speaks highly of her, but she’ll leave that alone.

“Please call me Erzsébet, and tell your aunt I’ll stop by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good.” Iryna smiles again. “I will probably see you around then.”

“Yes, you—” The rooster makes and angry noise and tries to bite her fingers. “I should get this one home.”

“Of course. Sorry to keep you.”

Erzsébet gives Iryna a tired smile and trudges up the path to her own house, which is large and so, so empty.

The following day dawns sunny and warm, but Erzsébet hasn’t felt the warmth in the villagers since she came here. Everything seems bleak when they know there is a war raging so close by, when there are so few men left, their absence reminding everyone of the situation, as if they could forget for a minute.

Still, old woman Chernenkova’s vegetables need to be harvested, war or no war, and Erzsébet does think it would be nice to have some new company in the form of Iryna. She mends the fence in the morning, pulling a childish triumphant face at the rooster as she leaves.

Mrs Chernenkova is bossy as always, but it’s good work, in the garden, and Iryna more than makes up for her aunt’s personality. She has a light voice, skilled fingers and a sadness in her eyes that Erzsébet is familiar with, because she sees it in the mirror whenever she can will herself to look into it, which isn’t very often these days. Iryna’s skirt is mended in several places and snatches on a wayward strawberry bush late in the afternoon, causing another rip.

She just sighs and wipes her forehead with her arm, getting dry earth stuck in her hair. The braids are pinned around her head today; Erzsébet thinks it looks very artful and curiously asks how it is done. Iryna tries to explain but ends up with leaves in her hair and her aunt shouting at both of them from her chair in the shade.

“I’ll show you another time,” she promises instead. Erzsébet tells her she looks forward to it. To her surprise, she really does.

And she does hold Iryna to it, inviting her over for dinner later that week and cooking something with the bit of her aunt’s vegetables she was allowed to take.

They only talk about trivial things. Not the war. Never the war. It’s all anyone seems to talk about these days, and it’s easy to see that they’re both so tired of it. Iryna talks about her childhood instead, and Erzsébet is pleased to learn that she was right, that she is indeed from the Ukraine, where she grew up on her family’s farm. She seems happy to remember, and Erzsébet is happy to watch her talk.

It’s always nice to meet new people, especially these days when everyone seems to be bearing so much history on their shoulders, and she already knows everyone from the village by now.

The evening is comfortable enough that they forget about the hair-braiding question, but that’s a good excuse to spend more time together the next week and over the rest of the summer.

Sometimes, it’s difficult. There are things either of them doesn’t want to talk about, and they have grown up with opposing views about some issues, but none of those little hardships matter much when the baker gets a message that her son has died in battle and more Ukrainians pass by the village almost daily.

“I should count myself lucky, I suppose,” Iryna says one day, as she and Erzsébet sit and clean Mrs Chernenkova’s clothes for her.

“Why?”

“I have my aunt here. So many people are just traveling into the unknown.”

Erzsébet bites her lip. “In that way, you might be right. But you came here all by yourself.”

This is one of those things they don’t talk about; how they both ended up here, Erzsébet from the German part of Austria-Hungary and Iryna from Russian Ukraine. Erzsébet is a curious person, but she knows when to stop asking.

To her surprise, Iryna sighs, pushes her hair away with a wet hand, and speaks in a low voice.

“I left my younger brother and sister behind, at home. My brother is probably fighting…”

“And your sister?” Erzsébet asks breathlessly, Mrs Chernenkova’s socks forgotten in the tub.

“I don’t know. She was supposed to go to a safe place too, but I…” Her voice cracks, and she covers the side of her face with her hand. “I’m sorry. I miss them.”

“I understand,” Erzsébet whispers, staring straight ahead at the dusky red sky, fingers absentmindedly grasping the familiar weight of the necklace resting against her breastbone.

“You do?”

When Erzsébet looks up at Iryna, her shining eyes are flicking from her face to the hand at her throat. She swallows, and tugs the necklace out of her shirt. Iryna’s lips part in surprise at the ring dangling from the thin band.

“I was engaged,” Erzsébet explains. “He was called to war, and never came back.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Iryna says quietly. Slowly, she reaches out to Erzsébet, curling her long, callused fingers around her wrist, stroking circles into the frail skin there with her thumb.

“I’m glad I met you, though.”

Iryna is looking down at her aunt’s socks, but the flush on her cheeks is clearly visible even through the damp tear tracks marring the pale skin. Erzsébet smiles.

“I feel the same.”

And really, everything is a bit more bearable with Iryna around. Erzsébet has been keeping herself as busy as possible, if only to prevent herself from thinking about her fiancé, imagining what they would be doing, how they would be living now, if it weren’t for the war.

Iryna isn’t like that, she learns after that evening. She likes to sit and talk about her siblings whenever she can. She tries to do so with her aunt, but Mrs Chernenkova evidently doesn’t feel much like talking about anything most of the time. Erzsébet, on the other hand, is more than willing to listen, if not talk in return.

At least, not for a while.

As winter approaches and the end of the war seems further away than ever, she thinks that maybe Iryna always seems happier when she remembers Ivan and Natalya, and maybe… Just maybe, she herself shouldn’t let Roderich’s memory be sullied by the war.

“He always did want to live forever,” she tells Iryna in the forest, where they are gathering firewood for themselves and old woman Chernenkova, who is already complaining about cold feet despite it hardly being October yet.

“Really? In what way?”

Erzsébet smiles to herself, then realizes it is the first time in a while she has allowed the happy memories in like that, let them overrule her sadness about the fact that he’s gone.

“Music,” she answers. “He loved music. I’m certain he wanted to be the next Beethoven or something like that.”

“That’s amazing,” Iryna says. And then, as if she understands that that is all Erzsébet will say about it today, “Have I told you that I used to be in a choir?”

Erzsébet listens to her sing softly while they walk back to the village.

News from outside is sparse, apart from the occasional inevitable message no one wants to hear, but it is hard to miss even here that there is a lot going on across the border in Russia. Now, it is Erzsébet’s turn to take Iryna’s mind off things, which she does most effectively by talking more about what life was like before the war, without ever voicing the clear hope that it will be like that again someday.

It’s a futile hope, whatever happens. Their world has been irrevocably changed. Maybe the entire world. Everyone understands that, here and elsewhere, but Iryna and Erzsébet are their own little island, sharing their feelings with each other and trying to make sense of them against all odds. It becomes easier as time passes. The hurt never goes away, but it’s easier to place, without ever, as Erzsébet feared, forgetting what it stems from.

Erzsébet realizes it has been quite some time since she trusted anyone, really. With everything. In fact, it was probably her fiancé. The thought throws her for a loop until she tells Iryna, who says that it’s in no way a betrayal of his memory to trust her. Erzsébet hadn’t even recognized that that was her issue with it, but understands now.

It all comes down to letting things go or choosing to hang on to them, even if either may hurt as much as the other.

When yet another year rolls around, 1917 melting seamlessly into 1918, Erzsébet and Iryna sit in front of the small fire in Erzsébet’s living room, close together in an effort to get warm. Iryna is knitting. After watching her for a while – she can’t knit herself, despite her mother’s best efforts – Erzsébet is now just trying to warm her feet. The soles of her shoes are paper thin, nearly walked off, but it isn’t easy to get new ones these days.

Some part of her wishes sometimes that the fighting would come closer. That it would become obvious why everything is like this. Why her fiancé is gone. It’s stupid and selfish, and she hates herself for thinking it.

“Iryna?” she whispers, almost afraid to break the, if not peaceful, then at least restful, silence.

“Yes?” The knitting needles tick against one another without pause, a steady rhythm over the weak crackling of flames.

“Will you sing something?”

The ticking stops, and Iryna looks up, light blue eyes shadowed but clear. She pushes one of her braids over her shoulder.

“Of course. What?”

Erzsébet shrugs. She knows that there is a song she’s been wanting to hear, but she’s used to hearing it played on piano, and has no idea if Iryna would even know it.

Iryna keeps looking at her while she puts her knitting project away. The fire paints hues of red in her hair; it strikes Erzsébet not for the first time how beautiful she is despite the hardships life has wrought on her.

“I… I know a song,” she says, voice low. “I don’t know if you do.”

“Tell me.”

Erzsébet does, and Iryna does. She sings slowly and clearly, voice as low as Erzsébet’s. Some words are different in her version, but that doesn’t matter to Erzsébet, whose eyes well up with tears not because of the past, but because of the unsure future, because of this quiet moment amid a world of chaos. She wants to hold onto it for as long as she can.

Wants to hold on to Iryna, who is reaching out to her, wiping her cheeks dry with callused thumbs while she keeps singing.

When the song does end, she opens her mouth as if to say something, but Erzsébet shakes her head, then leans forward to wrap her arms around her shoulders. She pushes her nose against Iryna’s neck. Iryna embraces her too.

“Thank you,” Erzsébet whispers. “That was beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Iryna returns. Her hands are warm on Erzsébet’s back, warmer than the fire could ever hope to be. Everything feels slightly unreal in this moment, feels like the both of them are suspended like tightrope walkers between a Before and After, and it isn’t the war for once.

“Erzsi?” Iryna asks.

“Don’t… Don’t say anything for a while?” Erzsébet asks.

She hums in response, arms tightening. And keeps humming. The melody is unfamiliar to Erzsébet, but sounds as if it should be a lullaby. Both of them, she supposes, have memories locked in music.

She can’t tell how long they have sat there when she finally pulls back enough to look at Iryna, eyes tracing the fan of pale eyelashes over a wet cheekbone and the thin lips tugged into a tired, but genuine smile. She swallows. Iryna’s fingers card through her loose hair where it falls over her back.

“Don’t leave me,” Erzsébet whispers. Iryna tugs her closer again, pushes their foreheads together.

“I won’t,” she promises. “We will see it through together.”

And for the first time in years, Erzsébet looks forward to what the future may hold.

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rambling into the void atp i’m using this app like how i used to use my twitter fan accs LMAOO

anways

lo’ak and tsireya being that annoyingly in love couple and she always posts photos of him when they go on dates (which is literally everyday that man CAN NOT part form her he’ll literally shrivel up and die) and lo’ak ALSO posts pictures and videos of her but his caption is almost always “she’s mine guys don’t be annoying in the comments” (spoiler: his fans are annoying in the comments)

whereas neteyam will posts videos of him and ao’nung except he throws ao’nung over his shoulder and body slams him onto the ground with the caption “when you can pick up your boyfriend☺️” (ao’nung will usually reply with something like “when he fucking bruises your rib cage😊”)

then there’s kiri and rotxo who nobody can really tell if they’re just Besties or if they’re dating… kiri will post a video of rotxo falling off of something w the caption “dumbass💀💀” and rotxo will say some shit like “dw guys i did this on purpose to make kiri laugh” (nobody can tell bc rotxo constantly flirts w her but she doesn’t know how she feels ab him yet so she doesn’t /quite/ reciprocate but that’s okay w rotxo bc he also likes being kiri’s friend)

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Had to give my boy Koa (Lo’ak) some love,,, here’s some tattoo concepts for him although I’m pretty much set on No. 3 (the biggest and most tedious one… yeah)

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some test run hairstyles for the boys

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Also I did some skin color tests,,,, I might make Lo’ak darker tbh,,,, I wanted him to be the lightest of the bio kids bc hes Jake jr. but I feel like this skin color isn’t Him yk ??? Idk,,, we’ll see

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WIP of the night, human band au Neteyam and Lo’ak

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sully sibling band au fandom headcanons bc why not

neteyam:

he’s got normal fans for the most part, they respect his privacy & him as a person so they don’t ask weird/bold shit

they do, however, get into fights with lo’ak about who’s the better artist (lo’ak says it’s him but neteyams fans are quick to call his music ass ((neteyam tells his fans not to say that & they’ll go silent for awhile… they’re just mad lo’ak got them in trouble w tey)))

his fans call him tey, teyam, yam, pookie, anything but his real name… it’s a running joke that neteyam thinks it’s endearing

there’s a select few fans that lowkey get special privileges bc they’re fr OGs and go to a lot of neteyams shows so when he seems them he’ll spend extra time chatting w them

neteyam does pop up meet n greets but they always get shut down by the cops bc THAT many people show up every time💀

neteyam himself is the most active on instagram

lo’ak:

his fans are BOLD but they also respect that lo’ak is down tremendously for tsireya (that’s why they’re bold lowkey they know that man would NEVER leave her)

his fans and neteyams fans fight often & the ONE TIME they did a joint tour like 18 brawls broke out on the floor in the audience (most of which his fans started bc,, they’re BOLD)

like neteyams fans, lo’ak’s fans have special nicknames for him like lulu, pookie, dumbass, moron (these nicknames are lowkey code, if lo’ak allows u to call him moron/dumbass that means you’re in w the OG crowd… anything else is newer fans)

lo’ak’s fans are like one direction fans in the way that they’ll hack any security they can just to get a glimpse of him (he thinks it’s hilarious but also vaguely horrifying)

half his fans like tsireya more than him & hes 100% okay with that

lo’ak himself is the most active on tiktok

kiri:

her fans are the most respectful of all the sully siblings fan bases, but they’re also assholes (they respect kiri & don’t go against anything she says for the most part, they’ve got fandom rules that they live by,,, but if u break a rule or are mean to kiri herself… man they’ll make u cry for DAYS)

kiri has a closer relationship with her fans than the other two, she takes the time to really REALLY talk to them & get to know them (even outside of meet & greets like she’ll dm her fans n stuff)

there’s a running joke in the fandom that lo’ak is the older twin but they only do that to annoy kiri (it’s a well known fact she’s the older twin)

kiri’s fandom gets the most tuk crumbs bc they’re always together and kiri loves bragging about doing fun stuff w her lil sister (sometimes she posts neteyam and lo’ak crumbs depending on if it’s a family outting or not)

kiri’s fans tag her in nature stuff & in cultural stuff bc she absolutely ADORESSSS learning and seeing new things

when news broke that kiri is in fact adopted her fans were quick to get anyone bad mouthing her suspended from social media platforms

kiri herself is the most active on twitter

tuk:

she doesn’t have a platform or any social media as she’s like 10 (they’re older in this au) but she still has quite the fan base and is a lot of people’s favorite sully

sometimes she’ll steal neteyams phone & post videos of herself saying hi to people from there, or she’ll hack lo’ak’s twitter (his passwords are easy to guess mr “ilovetsireyasm1010”) and tweet pretending to be him (they have VERY different tweeting styles so his fans know when it’s her)

it’s a running joke between all four fandoms that if you see the sully family out in public you HAVE to say hi to tuk first, then neytiri & jake AND THEN whoever ur bias is

seeing the sully family in public is like seeing bigfoot… it happens… but RARELY despite how often they go to public places

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the way i draw human!sully siblings LOL neytiris genes really beat the shit out of jakes😭🤭

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thinking more ab the sully sibling band au & i can just imagine neteyam goes on tour with an unannounced special guest & on the first night of the first show fuckin lo’ak comes out on stage and neteyams voice thru the speakers says something like “my mom threatened me into doing this please clap for my baby bro lo’ak”

(the crowd goes wild and they know all the words to lo’ak’s songs bc his fans and neteyams fans overlap quite a bit)

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sneak peak at something i’m writing,,, for both the lo’ak and neteyam ppl🤭

bonus points if you know the song

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i cant decide if neteyam should have cornrows or twists… or maybe even some box braids… i want to keep his floppy hair bc i love it so twists or braids would be ideal, but i drew him w cornrows as a test and DAYUM,,,, kinda love it ngl