(I was originally going to do everyone in 1 post and keep it short. . . then I hit Hanzo's and it just kept going. So while I can't promise everyone will get their own post. Those are coming. Slowly.
-I imagine that Hanzo is no stranger to the slow creeping tightness that are anxiety attacks. Especially in his youth where they would just compound with all the stress he was under as heir to the Shimada Clan.
-So its no real surprise that he sees it in you quite quickly. The stress your under and the way you try so desperately to handle it all by yourself. The way it catches up to you over the matter of weeks.
-You start going out on little adventures less, even if its just to your local take-away place to grab lunch, it just stops. Suggestions to watch movies or tv shows he knows you will love are gently turned down. He simply nods and sits with you as you work at the kitchen table. Book perched on his lap, his gaze on you more often than not.
-He's there when it all breaks.
-When fear overtakes your heart in a vice grip, when the breath leaves your lungs and the only noises that your able to make are quick gasps. Your vision narrowing to a single point as your hearing starts sounding like everything is underwater, muffled.
-He's quick to guide you to a chair in the living room you both share and shoves your head between your knees, temporary relief as air floods your lungs again and you focus on your breathing. Missing that Hanzo requests that Athena bring either Angela or Zenyatta to your rooms.
-You try to straighten, to reassure only for him to press you firmly back down. His other hand reaching for yours, letting you cling tightly. He starts to in a 1,2 pattern squeeze your hand. It helps having a physical sensation to focus on and you cling to it like a lifeline.
-By the time your prefered medic arrives, you have a cold glass of water in one of your hands. The other still clinging to your partners' and your vision and hearing are back to normal.
-After a long checkup on your vitals, just to be sure, you are told to take it easy. Shove some of the work you've been given off to other people. And if anyone has anything to say about it, then you can direct them to the med-bay where they will be throughly dressed down for it.
-By Hanzo himself if the need arises.
-As the door shuts behind them, you turn to stare at your boyfriend who is watching you intently. Concern and Warmth in his brown eyes.
"I will make tea"
"Wait!" you squeeze his hand tightly, stopping him as he was about to move away "Stay? please"
"Whatever you need, I am here"
-The two of you end up cuddling on the couch, one of your comfort shows on the TV and while you are a touch warm in your blanket burrito, the gentle pressure on the otherside of your body helps. As well as the tight arms of your partner surronding you.
Angela (Mercy) and Brigette spend hours on Christmas Eve cooking. They allow Jack (Soldier 76) full free range over the grill -with the reminder that if he burns anything, he will be the one cleaning it up- the next day but they are the ones prepping food, getting things marinaded, listening to quiet requests from some of the newer heroes while remaking things they know people will like
-Angela because she knows full well that if some of the others had their way, there would be a lot of sugar and protein and not a lot of veggies simply because “it's Christmas!” She is the one to help everyone keep a balanced diet.
-Brigette because she is the only one of the Lindholms' willing to bake Ingrid's famous pie recipe. Whether she is at base on Christmas or not, she doesn't deprive anyone of it. Hers' is a touch sweeter than her mother's but it is amazing all the same.
Genji, Kiriko, Cassidy and Zenyatta end up in charge of decorating the base the whole month of December. Between the four of them by the middle of the month, it truly looks like Christmas threw up in every shared room. For those that come back from harder missions it sparks a bit of cheer and comfort. Not that some of them would ever admit it.
Reinhardt loves his stories and so when he feels people need a pick-me-up, he grabs a classic tale (The Grinch, Scrooge, Polar Express) and pulls a large group of people in the living room, handing out hot chocolate or coffee to those that need to work throughout the night and reads until the energy of the room is calm.
-Cassidy will never admit that he has fallen asleep more times than he can count during these reading sessions.
-Genji will never admit to drawing on his face. Every. Single. Time. Kiriko has photos. She likes sending them to Hanzo so he can view his brother's mischief and to have them on quick copy for blackmail later. Of course.
Fareeha (Pharah) while she visits base during the holidays to see people, never stays. Much preferring to go home and spend time with her father. She harasses her mother more around this time of year to 'please come home' as she knows the family misses Ana.
-Ana misses them just as much but cannot bring herself to put them in danger. Not yet. Not when she still has a job to do.
-Ana does however keep an eye on things from a distance and send gifts. A small smile gracing her face as she watches her husband's eyes through a scope as he opens them. Always near the window where she can see.
After the great Secret Santa debacle of 20** There was a money cap put and anything that only met that due to a sale had to be ran past the event organisers. Angela is the only one that is consistent in her judgements while Reinhardt is easily swayed by sentimentality. Torbijörn doesn't really help much as he is voluentold more often than he willing volunteers to help and after the debacle. Jamison isn't allowed to be an organiser. For quite obvious reasons
-Hint. It's the bombs.
-He also thought when he got Brigette that year that he should equip her shield with a bomb so she could 'Bash and Bomb her enemies'
-It was a pain to remove afterwards.
All of the group are owed favours by people. Either for saving them, helping them out or by the way of deals. So sometimes, they are able to rent out a hall under a fake name, have it catered by calling a favour and can just mingle with one another and others that may want to help out the cause by any means that they can. Christmas dinners are slowly becoming a thing TM with them. The only difficult thing is getting a very drunk Reinhardt home at the end of the evening.
-Well if you ignore the shadowed figure that watches from a rooftop the whole time, a small burning hole in his chest. Unable to bring himself to crash the party even when he swears revenge. A part of him still missing his fellows from a time he views as long ago.
-He wraiths away before he thinks anyone can see him but sometimes. Oh sometimes. Cassidy and Genji catch a glimpse out of the corner of their eyes and have to swallow heavily around the lump in their throats.
(I apologise in advance if this seems hella OOC for Lucio but I got bit by the inspiration bug. So this is what we get~ We did headcanons for something like this previously so i figured ‘well why don’t we do a short fic?’ and this was born
Second POV with mixed tense. Hope you enjoy~)
Also available on Ao3
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You yawn, your arms stretching above your head as your back arches. The heavy rain and dark clouds outside dimming the sun that would usually be shining on your face this early in the morning.
It is a lovely excuse to stay inside your bedchambers for longer than usual. Most of your morning tasks are done outside and you do not wish to risk an illness in this weather.
It’s perfect.
You eagerly snuggle back under your soft blankets into your silk sheets, the darkness behind your eyes threatening to drag you back under when you hear the creak of a door open and then the soft thud as it’s closed.
“I do not wish to be bothered. Leave” your voice rings out, not quite drowned out by the rain as you don’t bother to check who has come to disturb you.
“Too late” A familiar voice with his morning rasp replies and you whine as the space behind you is filled in by a cold body, arms wrapping around you to trap you against a slowly warming chest.
“Noooo” You squeal, trying to squirm away from your lover as he buries his face into your hair “Lucio!! Where have you been?! You damned rat! You’re cold!”
“Stating the obvious here” He sighs and you huff, resigning yourself to being his warmth even as you cross your arms over your chest away from his.
You will make this as hard for him as you can for daring to disturb you.
“I hate you” You huff out, a sly smile tugging at your lips at the disbelieving huff you get in response. The upset act works for about twenty seconds before freezing cold fingers start to attack your ticklish spots and you squeal, laughter falling from your lips as you wiggle and squirm.
He doesn’t let up until you are under him, tears rolling down your face and your voice nearly gone from laughter and pleading.
“You were saying?” Lucio raises an eyebrow at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, his metal fingers resting against your side as his other hand lightly wipes away your tears
“I hate you” you say again giggling now, your voice just as raspy as his before nuzzling into his hand which has thankfully warmed “Good morning my love”
“Good morning” he leans down and presses a hungry kiss to your lips -everything about his kisses are hungry, never light, never gentle- before laying down atop of you.
The blankets are pulled back up before he rests his head in the crook of your neck, letting you slowly calm down as you start the usual ritual of running your hands through his locks. Slowly pulling out tangles and massaging the back of his neck.
The familiar motions enough to bring back your earlier sleepiness as your eyes slowly shut.
The two of you falling asleep with rain hitting the windows as a storm starts to roll in, quite firmly cancelling all of your plans for the morning and likely late afternoon.
Not that either of you would care, you were for the moment content in each other’s embrace.
Dating Huntress, Or Anna as you knew her, Would include!:
-A lot of cuddling, hugging and touches. Hands pressed to your shoulders, an arm wrapped around your waist, her chest against your back. This woman is extremely touch-starved and seeks out almost every opportunity to be touching you in one way or another. The rare occasion outside either of you being in a trial and she isn't practically attached to your hip? you know something is wrong.
-She is practically never silent around you, she is always humming or quietly singing if the two of you aren't engaged in active conversation. After a few too many accidental scares where she had suddenly appeared next to you and caused you to jump or scream, she's made it a habit to always be making some kind of noise. It doubles to let you know when she's been grabbed for a trial when the noise suddenly cuts off.
-Speaking of conversation, early on in dating her, you had made a request to the Entity to give the two of you the ability to understand each other. It had only been granted after you'd escaped a couple of trials unscratched and unscathed of course, the Entity doesn't grant wishes for free, but it had been worth pissing some of your fellow survivors off during said trials to see the surprise then pure joy on Anna's face when you'd spoken to her next. It was still one of your most precious memories, her eyes had lit up, her lips had spread into a beaming bright smile and she'd scooped you up into a spinning hug, Kissing all of your face while you'd burst into sweet giggles.
-After that you had taken advantage of being able to actually understand her and had asked her a million questions, what was her favourite flower? (Royal Azalea), what was her favourite animal? (Ural Owl), Did she mind when you left your jacket on the back of the couch instead of hanging it up by the door? (Yes) A game of twenty questions later and you felt as though you knew your partner much much better and were incredibly pleased with your decision. Even after David and Feng had had a bit of a go at you when you returned to the Survivor campfire later that night.
-Every opportunity you got, you stayed with Anna, you practically lived in her house, something you never heard her complain about. After a particularly long trial, you had come back to her home and had crawled into bed with her, snuggling close with her head on your shoulder. The two of you mumbling quietly to one another before the last thing you'd heard was "I am glad you are home safe my light" right before you fell asleep. Any worries you were crowding her had vanished after that.
-Don't be surprised to be not let out of bed when you are feeling ill or in pain, she has you bundled up in all of the blankets in the house and is rarely not by your side. The only times she tends to leave are to build the fire in the room up or go hunting for stew ingredients. When trials aren't going on, whatever wildlife that was around when the realm was taken are allowed to roam, so there is no shortage of deer and rabbit meat. You only complain sometimes, other times you are so desperate for some normalcy in this place of horror, you are grateful for the chance to sit down and eat dinner with your partner.
-When the two of you are put into a trial together, it's a little bit hit or miss whether she lets you go at the end or seems determined to mercy kill you outright. The latter is more likely when she's been in trials for most of what constitutes a day in this place with no time.
-You can always tell what sort of trial it's going to be by the sound of her humming, if it's lower, slower then she's in an awful mood and you are likely going to get hunted down unless your teammates' body block and protect you. If it's higher and faster then she's in a decent mood and you are likely to be left alone. You've tried to explain it to your fellow survivors before but none can quite pick up on it the way you can.
-After a trial together, no matter how it went, you always get bundled up in her arms and are cuddled nearly half to death and she is always quite apologetic. You are quick to assure her, every time, that you understand and it's simply the way it is. You don't want her risking the Entity's wrath and whatever she needs to do to avoid that, you understand. Those conversations always end with the two of you silently holding one another.
Prompt: Magical universe AU where Character A is a witch who bakes tarts and miniature pies that do everything from soothing a child’s persistent cough, to helping boost a student’s memory before a big test.
Part 1 Part 2
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Author Babble: I had to split this big boy into 2 chapters as it was getting a bit long. So if the end feels abrupt. That would be why.
I have a vague loose outline for this story but who knows if I am going to stick to it.
Turning into a bit of a slow burn huh~
Enjoy!
The cold air hit you before the loud purring from Bella registered in your brain, you opened an eye and heaved a heavy sigh. You did not want to get up and yet, that’s exactly what you had to do. Eyeing the cute ball of fluff on your chest however, you could always put that on hold for a little bit. Just for a little.
Lifting a hand out from the warm blanket to scratch under the small creature’s chin, you listened with a soft smile as the purring increased. Your familiar melting under the affection, her eyes slipping half shut as her tail flicked contently next to her.
“Good morning” you whispered softly. Bella just purred more, headbutting your head and licking at your fingers while you laughed. Appreciating the love this early no doubt.
The next few minutes were spent just laying there, your fingers lightly scratching behind her ear while she sounded like she was trying to take off from your chest. A magical purr powered machine.
Tragically- in your not so humble opinion- it ended far too soon and she paused, her head lifting and tilting slightly. Her ears flicking as if she was listening out for something.
‘There’s someone coming up the path’ her voice rang softly in your head and you were halfway through turning towards the window as three loud knocks sounded at your front door. The hand heavy.
“Coming!” You called out, your voice loud as it echoed throughout the house. Bouncing from wall to wall and hopefully hitting the front doors where your company was waiting.
Slipping out of the blanket, you allowed yourself a brief moment to stretch and snickered as Bella simply took up residence in the warmth you vacated.
“Silly girl” You whispered, moving the blanket so it surrounded her in even more warmth. Making a small nest around her as her soft laughter echoed in your head.
Next order of business, you slipped your feet into your warm fluffy slippers and tucked yourself into one of your jackets. A better defence against the cold chill of the morning air than just your pyjamas.
On your way to your front door, you scanned your surroundings. Tables, side tables, a quick glance into the kitchen just to make sure everything that wasn't for prying eyes was tucked away out of sight.
No old tomes, no knives or wands left out, no spell jars in obvious view or anything charging in the morning sun.
Content that you were safe, you went and opened the front door. Expecting Mrs Macmillan or one of the other older women from town, especially after yesterday. That had been quite embarrassing.
What you got however instead was Reinhardt, in a tight black shirt and casual pants. A casserole dish clutched in his arms like a piece of precious cargo. He looked. . .strangely adorable in an out-of-place type of way and you opened your mouth to question his appearance here of all places before Mrs Macmillan popped out from behind him. Two large bags nearly bursting with food containers in her hands.
From the variations of smells you were getting on the breeze, you suspected she had done with old women did best: Gossip and had told the whole town you were unwell. They in turn had done what most towns did: Made a shit ton of food.
You were not going to turn down free food.
“Oh my, both of you come in come in!” You stepped aside, opening one door wider as you gestured them both in. An amused smile settling onto your face. “Really this wasn't necessary”
Mrs Macmillan simply scoffed at you and patted your cheek as she passed you by, already heading towards the kitchen. She had visited a few times so you guessed she knew the layout decently enough.
Reinhardt however.
You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from letting out a quiet laugh seeing him squeeze in through your doorway and not knock anything over. You as a kindness, leaned over past him and opened the secondary door giving him a lot more room to maneuver.
“Thank you” His voice was a lot quieter than you expected and you looked up to see a light flush to his cheeks
“You're quite welcome” you told him, swallowing down a delighted laugh. Oh he was simply adorable. You laid a hand on his arm and nodded him towards the kitchen “I'll be right with you both”
He nodded and slowly made his way towards the kitchen. You allowed yourself a moment to stare a small smile on your face before you turned and shut both doors. Locking them both. Just in case.
“Really dear, you need to take more care of yourself.” Mrs Macmillan said as you walked into the kitchen, she was unpacking the bags and your earlier guess had been stop-on. She was unloading box after box after box of food onto your kitchen counter.
There was a lot of it. You had to wonder who had cooked what and when they had the time.
“I’m fine Mrs Macmillan, really. I just got caught up in my work” You said, giving her a reassuring smile. “I”ll make sure it doesn't happen again”
A heavy hand coming to rest on your shoulder caused you to turn your head, your eyes rising to meet Reinhardt's worried ones. Concern written all over his face.
“It was not because of my request was it?” He asked and you shook your head quickly, relief coloured his expression and he gave you a warm smile “Good! A Crusader should never put someone's life at risk. Exhaustion should not be taken lightly”
“I’ll try to be more careful” You promised, taking the casserole off him and putting it on the table as a distraction from the way your heart was doing flips in your chest. His concern burying itself into you and carving out a place. You didn't like worrying him you found. That was new.
He opened his mouth as if to speak but a small ‘meow’ interrupted him.
Bella had decided to make her grand appearance. Walking into the room as if she owned it- she did- she looked up at you, slow blinked and started rubbing up against Rein's legs. Her cat glamour was locked firmly in place and she was purring like a little motor. Much to your amusement.
You shook your head fondly, rolling your eyes as if to say 'cats' to the other two beings in the room and glanced over towards where you usually found the bones of her breakfast, silently wondering if she'd eaten already before she decided to surprise you. . .
By doing what? Jumping up into Reinhardt's arms.
You tried to decide if the slight panic in Reinhardt’s expression was funny or sad.
“Bella Meine Liebe , you can't be doing that” you said, cooing softly to your little creature as she settled in. Simply blinking at you in reply “You little devil”
Mrs Macmillan laughed as Bella meowed back at you, a mock-angry expression being put onto your face before you rolled your eyes.
“Well if you are going to be like that fine. Silly girl. Alright out you go. Once she's decided it is 'lavish attention upon me' time, you aren't going to be of any use here” You said, beginning to gesture Rein out into your living room before catching the eye of Mrs Macmillan and laughing nervously at the look she was giving you “Um ha ha, both of us out of the kitchen then.”
“Better” Mrs Macmillan said, turning her attention back to her task of unpacking the bags. You and Reinhardt shared a quick glance before you both left the room. Clearly both of you had experience when it came to stubborn elders.
Leading the way into the living room, you gestured for him to take the couch-it was in truth the only thing he would fit on- while you curled up in your preferred armchair.
You decided, watching him slowly lower himself onto your couch and place Bella onto his lap like she was made of glass, it was more sad than funny. Watching him interact with her. He was being so careful, so gentle and it tugged on your heartstrings more than you would have liked to admit.
You had done your research the night after your first meeting, devouring every piece of information you could find on the man. His suit of armour was impressive, as was the hammer he wielded as his weapon but both would require a lot of strength.
You supposed he was so used to wielding his hammer, having power behind every swing, hitting with all his strength that he was scared to hurt her on accident.
The thought squeezed at your heart while as the same time warming it. It was a strange mix. Bittersweet.
“She may be small but she's sturdy” You said softly, as if you were speaking to a frightened animal and not a war hero. His eyes met yours from his studying of her and you gave him a reassuring smile “She won't break I promise, give her a pat. If she doesn't like it, she'll just scratch you and move.”
“Alright” his fingers slowly moved towards her and began scratching behind her ear. Bella clearly loved it as she practically melted into a cat pile, her purring loud enough for you to hear on the other side of the room.
Your smile grew seeing the tension slowly fade from his shoulders.
“What is her name?” He asked, beginning to get a little bit more comfortable on the couch while making sure not to move the purring one. It was sweet you decided, seeing him interact with her. You liked it.
“Bella” you answered, watching her as her eyes slipped shut. You could still remember the day you met her like it was yesterday “I found her on my front door step after coming home from a long shift on a rainy night a few years ago. I got her inside, got her warm and got her fed. Waited until the next day to ask if she belonged to anyone. No one recognised her so I got the honour of adopting her”
It wasn't. . .a lie per-say.
You had found her at your front door and you had truly asked around to see if anyone knew her or where she'd come from but it had all been for show. A societal act. Just to say that you had tried if anyone asked.
Truly you knew she'd been yours from the moment her amused voice had asked if you were going to let her inside. She'd scared you half to death doing that, suddenly a voice from the darkness, you swore you had jumped ten feet in the air you liked to say recounting the story for the more magically inclined as they came to visit.
She was still extremely proud of herself for that.
“It is a beautiful name, she is lucky” He said smiling and you couldn't help but laugh, a bright sound that seemed to light up the air.
“If anyone is lucky it's me” You admitted, folding your hands in your lap as you looked at her. “She is my lucky charm, my days have gotten a lot better with her in them. Even if she cannot be trusted when I'm baking at home. She likes stepping on the cookies to leave a paw print as they are cooling.”
Reinhardt barked out a loud laugh, the sound causing your smile to grow while Bella just meowed. Her soft laughter filling your head. Clearly she wasn't ashamed of herself, little devil.
“I bet she keeps you on your toes” He said, clearly too delighted by the idea and you laughed nodding
“She truly does” You agreed, fondly shaking your head “I have far too many stories of her mischief and many others of her almost giving me heart attacks over her. Such is the life of a cat owner”
“I have never had pets, they seem like little tricksters” He chuckled, moving to scratch under Bella's chin and grinning as she purred even louder. You hadn't thought a thing was possible
'Show off'
“Obviously~” she sounded far too pleased with herself and you simply rolled your eyes again
“I would say you could take her on weekends but I think I would miss her too much” you joked, kicking your slippers off to tuck your legs underneath you. “She would love the attention and I would never get her back”
“I would never!” Rein insisted, grin still in place on his face even as his tone became serious “Parting her from you would be cruel”
Bella meowed as if in agreement and Rein lifted her up, supporting her legs easily with his big hands, as if she had just proved his point
“Both of you calm down, it was a joke” you waved a hand about as if dismissing them both, shaking your head as Rein lowered your familiar and allowed her to settle again “Honestly. As bad as each other”
“Mischief comes in pairs” It was the eyebrow wiggle that got you and you snorted, spiralling into a giggle fit while Rein looked far too pleased with himself.
“Terrible” you insisted while he just chuckled
“Never”
The silence that lapsed between the two of you was comfortable.
There was no awkward pause or unsettled coughing or clearing of throats, just two people content in each other's company. It was nice you had to admit.
You would never say it was lonely living in your home, you had Bella after all and the two of you could easily talk for hours upon hours with one another. Either about potions and ingredients or gossip you heard that day or whatever she had stumbled upon prancing about the forest.
There was never a dull moment between you both.
But there was something different about his company, it helped both settle and lift you. You found it difficult to explain.
You would likely realise later that you were developing a crush on the war hero but for now, you were just content.
-Kate is one of the last people you would expect for her to have a bit of a feral side, outside of trials, she is very sweet, always willing to lend a hand when Jake and Claudette go out foraging or grab her guitar or banjo and start a small campfire sing along when the group as a whole needs a bit of a pick-me-up and she's one of the first to welcome new people to the realm and explain what's going on.
-During trials is a whole other story, she is one of the first off a generator but it's never to run like Feng or hide like Claudette, waiting until the danger has passed, no no. She always runs towards the killer, yelling and screaming and cursing them out in quick thick Southern. Always drawing their attention to her so her fellow survivors can continue their work. She wouldn't say she's fantastic at looping but she is excellent at getting and keeping attention.
-She isn't the taunting type, never once has anyone ever heard her insult a killer in a way that anyone would consider crude, no swear words have ever passed through her lips, instead she is much more insistent on commenting on what they haven't or have gotten done yet.
"Oh come on now sugar! we've already gotten gen done and you haven't so much as spotted someone, you are making this far too easy for us now"
"A singular hook for two gens, are you kidding me? {previous killer} had us all hooked at least once before we got a singular gen done last trial" said with a tongue click and a seemingly disappointed headshake
Things like that aren't uncommon during a trial and her fellow survivors often have to hold in their snickered giggles or dramatic eye rolls as Kate scolds the killer
-When she's the last survivor in a trial, she would never admit it, but she does use her boots as weapons. Shamelessly taking them off her feet to nail the killer in the face as she books it past them out the door. She seemingly loves hitting The Mastermind in the face or back of the head. Not that she would ever admit it of course, when asked why he is targeting her so hard their next trial together, she just shrugs, playing the innocent act. Completely clueless as to why he's hunting her down with the ferocity usually reserved for Chris or Sheva.
-The Entity allows this for the same reason it allows Flashbangs, Firecrackers and every other manner of stunning the killer. It finds it very amusing that this young otherwise typically southern bell type uses her boots as weapons. Always giving them graciously back to the young woman after.
-She is an excellent craftswoman when it comes to flower crowns or wreaths, any kind of braiding and she's got it. Any holiday decoration that requires it, she is almost definitely your girl. When asked about it, she admitted that she'd learned how to braid as a tiny tot and had taken to it like a fish to water, flower crowns, her hair, other people's hair, she hadn't cared. It was something she could do while she zoned out, kept her hands busy. It's not uncommon to see Mikaela, Sable, Kate and Meg all sitting together, Mikaela and Kate gossiping while the two of them braid Meg and Sable's hair. Rarely does Yui and Jane join in but they are there more for the gossip than the hair bonding.
-The Entity seems to have a soft spot for Kate as she is the only survivor currently who managed to escape being caught by the being once before, a fact Kate is always quite wary of. As such while she is sure that she could get away with more than her fellow survivors, she never asks for anything. Unwilling to put herself into the back pocket of the being running the show the way that Feng or David have seemed to, or at least it comes off that way to her. A disturbing fact that Kate has not caught onto yet, is the Entity is trying to prime her to become a Killer in the long run. While all the survivors have traits that can be exploited, Kate seems to be the only one the Entity wants to have working against her fellows.
-The sort of songs that Kate always jumps to when the group needs a pick me up are all gentle ballads and a couple of Carrie Underwoods more popular numbers, with some soft rock songs for Jeff, who she has a soft spot for as he is the closest thing to something familiar she has. The two of them are close with their love of music and Kate is always the one to comfort the man when he frets about his pup back home.
-Yun-Jin while a singer, followed a different genre and her constant critiquing of Kate, has her often biting her tongue when the older woman speaks. She holds nothing against her but she makes a point occasionally to ignore any song suggestions that the K-pop star and manager throws out during campfire song time. Believing that you attract more flies with honey than vinegar and often her critiques leave a bad taste in Kate's mouth. The difference in music styles between the two is extremely apparent.
-Kate doesn't have a. . .great relationship with any of the killers by any means but there are a few that she can't help but feel for so she always goes a little softer on them than she would normally. One such is The Hillbilly.
She cuts the southern barbs down to nothing when she goes up against him, feeling a deep wound hiding behind his rage.
Kate tries not to stun him unless it's to help someone out and she often calls out soft encouragement when he misses a charge, feeling a twinge of something in her chest hearing his pained noises. She suspects there's a story there but she is not one to leave the safety of the campfire often, so she has no idea what it is.
-She is probably one of the few survivors that could befriend him should she ever decide to be brave and give it a good try.
-Another killer she is softer on is Nurse. Kate went up against her very early on after she'd been grabbed by the Entity and had panicked thrown a pallet on her. She had been about to run when she had heard soft sobbing coming from the killer and her heart had given a sympathetic squeeze. Kate still can't help but feel bad for Sally whenever she hears her moving about the map during a trial, unable to stop her gentler heart from squeezing at the cries of pain.
Um so I've been working on chapter 3 of the Bakery Witch and I've noticed that how i write now is different to how i write (slightly) when i started this series years ago.
So i started re-writing it just to make reading over it for reference easier for me. No plot points change just more info is given in some places, someplaces has less info cuz it's not as important.
The language is a bit more flowery.
So my question to ya'll is
Would you like me to post the re-written chapters? or would you like me to just keep the older ones up as they are and continue on with what i'm doing for the newer ones?
This will be going for both AO3 and for here on tumblr. I figured before I did anything that I should ask for opinions from others.
Prompt list: Send in a flower for an AU-
Carnation: Mobsters AU
I think this sort of ended up swaying away from ‘Mobster’ into just ‘gang au’ but i hope you enjoy none the less! Tossed in some reader headcanons after being bit with the idea bug. (Not proof read, please feel free to yell if you see any mistakes <3 )
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The Head/Boss-Nadia
-’Nobody touches my circus’ She’s very protective of her Mobster group, she begins to regret how protective she is of Julian when her and Portia have to reel him in or bail him out of situations where he has tried to out-con someone.
-Weapon of choice is an intricate handgun. Nadia prefers flair over size while also making sure her handgun is practical and will work when she needs it to
-Faust 100% loves to hang out with Nadia if Julian, you or Asra aren’t around.
-Hears all the interesting gossip from Portia, the two of them sit down at least once a week and just trade gossip over tea.
-She was definitely the one to kill Lucio, everyone else tries to cover for her whenever she outwardly and casually admits to it.
-She comes from a Mobster family herself, her sisters are especially protective of her and were the ones to originally encourage/give their blessings over her plan to murder Lucio when they finally met him the night of their wedding. They were also quietly snickering in the background when their parents gave her the typical ‘no blood on the carpet’ lecture.
-When she’s mad, she turns to cold calculating fury. Try to plead for your life and she will not care, she will shoot you dead in the head. You have seen many a low level would be-mobster that tried cutting a deal with anyone inside or outside their mob group, begging and pleading on their knees for mercy from Nadia. It never did end well.
-People know better than to disturb her after she’s retired for the evening as the last person who tried died after she answered the door in a dressing gown and wearing a face mask and shot them in the head for disturbing her.
Conman-Julian
Tries to con people who have been in the game far longer than him, Portia is normally the one who has to tell Nadia to bail him out of trouble as she’s normally the first one to connect the dots when there are whispers going around about him.
Will use his charm on people to swindle the pants right off them, he has no shame about flirting with people in order to get what he wants.
Almost always will be found in bars, you are always seen with him, dragging his drunk ass home with Asra and Faust trailing behind you both. With Asra still saying that you could turn around and dump Julian back at the bar.
Argues with his sister a lot when they meet to switch info because she always protests to them meeting in bars
He was in theater growing up and is very very good at coming up with alias and backstories on the spot and knows how to stick to them. He has drop spots for disguises.
Back during Lucio’s parents' reign and their fight with the Satrinava’s over power and territory, Julian and Portia’s parents end up dying in the crossfire. Nadia as a child then found them and upon finding out about Mazelinka, she managed to convince her parents to send the siblings to live with her.
Julian ended up joining back when Lucio was in charge with the goal in mind to murder Lucio for revenge, finding out his sister had joined for the same reason a year or so later.
It was of course very unneeded as Nadia soon took control out from under Lucio and both siblings saw him for the pathetic man that he was after Nadia killed him. Both siblings decided to hang around, finding a small family in the group.
Guard/Muscle/Fear factor-Muriel
Muriel is very tattooed, both arms full sleeves, chest and back tattoos. Has a half-finished image of a fox and wolf on the back of his right shoulder.
He still has Inanna who he rescued as a small pup.
Nadia when taking control from Lucio was horrified at the “exotic” animal trades the former boss allowed to go on. While she put a stop to it, a last bunch of animals was bought in. Unfortunately Inanna’s mother had died during transit leaving the young pup alone. Whilst trying to find places for them all, Muriel often found himself visiting the young pup and she bonded to him quite quickly. The rest is simply history
Sticks to Asra’s side like glue, It does help deals go smoothly with him standing nearby, death glaring with his arms crossed, hand gun in a holster in easy grabbing range.
Refuses to let anyone but you and Asra near him when he’s injured, completely ignoring Julian’s medical experience (That man went to medical school for nothing)
Also doubles as the driver as he “would not trust any of you with a car much less a valid license” with a glare at Julian who very much accidentally wrecked the last car he was allowed to drive. He still insists it wasn’t his fault, Muriel simply does not believe him.
Spy-Portia
Is Nadia’s right-hand woman and simply tells her everything that goes on. To the smallest birthdays to the biggest mole or traitor plots, nothing goes on that Portia then Nadia does not know about.
You still aren’t sure how Portia found out your birthday. The day of one year, you were simply getting some paperwork done at the hosptial you otherwise worked at and had gotten a surprise birthday delivery. The note a simple “Happy birthday!” signed with a P with a large basket of your favourite treats inside.
Acts as a ‘mole hunter’ with the workers. Turns her natural charm and bright smiles up to a 100% when dealing with those not in the main circle, acting chattery and disguises her prodding for information as wanting to truly get to know a person.
Much to Julian’s worry, Portia is the one that is sent in to rival groups to scoup out if they are a threat or not. The woman can more than handle herself (she fights very dirty) but she is always able to get away safely and come back with all the needed details.
As the one main (and only one still licensed) doctor they have in their back pocket, when Portia has nothing to do and Nadia has requested no one disturb her. Portia often comes to engage in idle chatter to you as you work in the small medical room you’ve been given as yours, especially if her brother has managed to get himself injured again. The two of you teaming up against him is vicious but full of love (mostly)
Cannot stand her brother’s “information drop spot” which are often all in small dive bars with rotten reputations that smell like cheap beer and piss, often muttering that “at least cafe’s don’t smell as awful” even if she much prefers tea to coffee.
Smuggler-Asra
Joined the group originally under duress, he had been orphaned from a young age and was caught stealing. After being put in the local juvenile detention center, no one really wanted to risk fostering a “troubled child” until some of Lucio’s parents men scouted him. He wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter.
It’s Asra’s job to smuggle anything the mob needs in or out of the country, weapons, chemicals, people, the occasional rare tea or expensive item. Anything you need, he is able to find, secure and get. No matter the time it takes
He is also in charge of making sure deals with small gangs, gun dealers, drug lords and other mob groups go without a hitch. Often Muriel is never really needed as Asra is quite good at saying things that sound much more like promises of what is to come rather than meaningless threats.
Asra is also most often the one to visit you out of ‘office hours’ so to speak, coming to visit after a shfit at the hospital, always there when you need to de-stress or just relax and chat with a friend. On the evenings he stays late, the next morning there is often food waiting for you and whatever mess made the night before cleaned up. no matter how many times you insist he doesn’t have to, he’s a guest in your home and a friend, it falls on deaf ears every times.
Ex-Boss-Lucio
Lucio simply inherited the business after his parents met with unfortunate ends that he swore up and down he had nothing to do with contrary to popular rumours that he was in the fact the one to take them out. The how has been speculated at as there was no information released about it.
No love was spared to anyone under his thumb, the mortality rate dropped dramatically after Nadia took over for Lucio saw everyone that he didn’t have a use for as expendable. His parents had drilled into him since birth that he and his were the only things worth looking out for.
Lucio while originally unhappy about being married off to Nadia purely for the sake of stopping the territory war of their parents, he did eventually come to enjoy the slight banter between them both. He would never say they were close but they were friendly for a while.
He hadn’t ever expected Nadia to be the one to take him out, on his knees, staring up at the barrel of her gun, he tried everything to get her to put the gun away. Furious at her betrayal but not wanting to die, saying anything he thought might sway her. Seeing after a few minutes that he was having no affect, he made a lunge up for her weapon. There was pain, an sympathetic word said missed as the pounding of his heart rang in his ears then nothing.
His body was burned, staged as a warehouse fire spread out of control. His underlings had no love for him so no one questioned it as Nadia stepped into the head of the family. The business doing better for it.
Doctor that helps on the side- Reader
You were a doctor at the local hospital, dedicated to helping all those that needed it, choosing life over personal choice. It didn’t matter to you what someone had done, they could face judgement after they had healed. You took careful care to make sure no one died under your watch.
Your flawless reputation was why one evening, there was a loud pounding knock at your backdoor. Startled, you’d grabbed your handgun from the cupboard and carefully opened the door, finding a large tattoo’ed man standing there, holding up a white haired person, blood staining his shirt from the bullet wound in his side.
You’d ushered them both in and quickly gotten to work, making mild chit chat with who you now knew as Asra while Muriel watched with lazer focused worry. After making sure Asra would be alright, you’d set them both up in the living room with strict orders to rest for the night.
You came out the next morning with breakfast waiting for you, the living room spotless and a note of ‘thank you’ on your kitchen counter.
Julian and Portia had been the next two you’d met, Asra and Portia dragging Julian in through your backdoor ungracefully while Asra regaled you of the most recent bar fight the red head started, the reason for his broken ribs, bloodied face and bruised nose.
Lastly you’d met Nadia, Portia bringing her to your front door to thank you for the work you’d been doing for their friends. Nadia insisting on payment while you argued that it was your oath to help those in need. A wasted arguement as Nadia informed you that if you did not want the money then she would simply make a donation to your place of work instead. Something you both agreed on and a deal was unofficially made.
You quickly became the only doctor they personally went to or sent for when there were injuried. Coming to consider you part of their family, a dangerous label but you had begun to enjoy their company so one you took with pride.
{bonus Chai headcanon: Lucio made everyone get a tat. Nadia convinced Lucio that Portia shouldn’t have one. Nadia gives Portia a locket in the shape of Nadia’s altered tattoo to keep a picture of her parents in.}
