Nero: Did You Have To Stab Him?

Nerista (Nero&Callista) friendship headcanons:

They have anti-Valentine's date with each other, which is when they go out together as a 'couple' and do everything people do on 14th of February- from romantic notes to slow dance together. They do this because they are both single and Nero's 'love life' sucks and Calli is a generous person, darling.

He is her personal hair dresser. Whenever they do activities together, especially if the weather is particularly bad, Nero making Calli's hair with interesting designs is normal.

Nero is the only person Calli would ever hug. Except for Hera but you got the point.

Calli used to teach Nero-and she sometimes still does- how to please a woman and how to be discreet around them. Poor Nero might not apply this because of his cougars but it feels good to learn.

If Nero had a list of the people who he'd care for until the end of the world, Calli would easily make into top five or higher but not the first place. (His first would be Bari since his Victor tends to be...demanding for his favouritism.)

Devon: What do you think Petra will do for distraction?

Emory: Probably throw a rock to a window or something else. This is what I would do.

*Building explodes, several alarms going off*

Emory:..Or she can do that.

Summary: Sun is shining, birds are chirping, and Misha keeps trying to reach Emory's nerves to see her explosion.

Summary: She never imagined her future would be like this, becoming a total stranger to herself. She is Iris, Victor of the 20th Annual Hunger Games.

Iris: I have issues.

Ronan: Finally, you admit it! The first step to feel better about yourself is accept-

Iris: With you.

Misha: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Emory: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Misha:

Misha: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Misha: Change is inedible.

Devon: Don't you mean inevitable?

Misha, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Adessa & bb!Callista shenanginans

for @lorata

It's like 6am in here but the brainrot is strong and unstoppable which started up as my ramblings about how bb Calli and Adessa met then it evolved into a mini-fic and honestly, we stan two unapologetic, cross-generation murderesses.

Click for absolutely questionable morals

The girl in front of her door is unimpressive with blood soaked up to her elbows and a maniacal look in her eyes. She is new here, Adessa knows this, everyone knows this, they all watched the last days of the 41st to see who was the newest murder-child that will be reborn out of violence and as much as she appreciates a good torture, her appreciation is limited at the ones skills to get away with it—and this girl right here, Callista, is a living proof of it.

Not that any new babies will know how to skin the skin off and get out of the crime scene without leaving a clue behind. It’s sad, but a force of infancy in the end, so Adessa doesn’t dwell on that.

They weren’t introduced to one another yet, but according to that all-teeth-but-no-mirth smile of hers, she already knew who she was, which house she lived in and few key things about her to suggest such an undergrad suggestion to her.

“Go to your mentor.” says Adessa after a well-calculated minute. This winter was the hottest they experienced so far, not a single snowflake on sight thus leaving the children to go wild and do the dumbest things out of sheer boredom.

(Odin, a few days ago, tried to congratulate her birthday by playing a round of chess with her then had the audacity to look insulted when Adessa said she only plays with the intellects that will challenge her, not the ones that use their brains to feed the snails.)

But this one right here, a mere girl who thought she knew everything about killing just because she ripped about bodies and feast on it, tops the cake.

Callista tilts her head, that damn smile never falling, and she narrows her eyes, a failed attempt to scare off a woman who dissected a person on live when the new Victor who probably  couldn’t even read yet at the time. “No,” she says. “I said help me, so you will.”

Adessa raises a brow and tilts her head as well, if this little girl wants to play then she will. “The only person who is assigned to help you is your mentor.” she answers, seemingly calm. “A poorly done job so far as I can see, but trust your elder and go to her.”

Now, this seems to start to annoy the fussy one. Sweet. “And what? So she could ground me once again?”

“Only solution to your murderous outbursts, as far as I’m concerned—which is none.” She reaches for the door knob to close it but a heel gets in between and stops the motion.

“I don’t care what important thing going in your life to not to get me out of this mess—”

“--a lot of things actually, dear. Grown up jobs.”

Callista ignores her as she continues. “--but allowing another fellow murderer to go to prison like a common criminal is not fair in your case.”

Adessa shrugs. “Well, you do act like one.”

Callista breathes out slowly, expression calm but dangerous and oh, it seems like someone will have an outburst yet again and Adessa prepares herself for that lovely scene—except it doesn’t happen. The younger woman squares her shoulders up slightly and grins yet again and huh, now things are getting interesting.

 “Well,” she says after a moment. “It still doesn’t change the fact that some asshole out there is bleeding in some high-class hospital because of a new Victor, a one from Two at that, which would massively affect our, your, future mentorships if you don’t rid me of this. So many kids you helped to raise in that damn Centre just because you decided to ignore me. So…you in or what?”

Adessa doesn’t answer, just stares at the newest Victor like she found a new potential, a promising one at that—unlike Odin who was just too scared to raise a single eyebrow at her let alone his voice. “Well, your first mistake was to admit the body to the hospital.” Adessa says and something shines in Callista’s dark eyes. 

--

Hera is at her door a few days later as predicted and her expression is the one from a statue, stone cold yet passive.“Did you know?”

Which one? Adessa thinks. The fact that your Victor slashed open a sponsor or the fact that I helped her to cover it up for Games’ sake? “Is the thing you want to talk about worthy enough to make me stay in front of my door at the dawn of the day?”

Hera purses her lips at that, probably resisting an eye roll and honestly, Adessa can’t blame her for that. “You decide. Is the fact that the sponsor, who got murdered by my own Victor, the brother of the new President?” she asks and Adessa’s gaze sharpens.

(“Tell me about the details,” Adessa asked as they sat down on her couch. “Did you know who he was or he just was your first trial?”

Callista waits for a second and nods, meaning yes. “Wanted to play the hero for once, I suppose.”)

“Oh. That’s unfortunate.”

Hera looks at her as if she confessed that she carries the organs of the last tribute she dissected on the Arena in her body. “You don’t particularly seem surprised by it, may I ask why?”

Adessa almost grins at that, almost, but now she has to continue the small game Callista started. “Well, Snow is a new face, it is normal for a girl who got blinded by bloodlust wanted to intimidate him to cause us no harm. It’s a normal reaction from a curious girl, I would assume.”

(“Curiosity can also be channelled by doing morally good things like research or doing some form of art.” Iris had said one day, sipping on her tea on a lovely afternoon. “And no, torture doesn’t counts.” she adds with a small, dark smile, reminding Adessa why she still tolerated her disturbingly decent hearted mentor.)

Hera sighs. “It's a good narrative, but still risky.”

(“You think they will believe it?” Callita asks, slightly unsure underneath her skin but nothing comes to surface. Good enough. 

“People will believe what they want to believe.” Adessa waves a hand. “All you have to do i to give what they want to hear.”)

“Tell your Victor to behave then.” Adessa says bluntly. “I know, with no experience from myself means nothing to you, but perhaps she will listen if you give a serious one-on-one talk to her.”

“And what if it doesn’t?”

(Callista nods. “And if it doesn’t, I will just try harder until they do so.”)

Adessa shrugs. “It will if you try hard enough, she still is a human and has 206 bones and numerous systems under her skin. As unruly as she is, she will listen to you if she really wants to continue to thrive.”

(Just don’t let it happen again, dear.” Adessa says. “And we have a deal.”)

--

Darkest consequences, Adessa had learned through many hardships in the mentor station, haunts after most vicious lies.

 Her brand new Victor, Nero, is a living proof at that which only meant one thing—Coriolanus knew. He always knew who was behind the murder of his brother but still played along with it, looked her in the eye and insisted that she must try again to mentor in 42nd as well, even though it would be three in a row.

And here she is now, watching her boy getting crowned out of the Arena which offered nothing; no weapons, no good memories, no healing—just pain but he is alive, at least, he won’t be a corpse even if he was intended to be one by a frenemy of hers.

There is no coincidence in Panem and no good ending for the tributes who got the short end of the stick, so Callista also being here as an observer is a sweet twist in Snow’s bloody game.

 Now, as the trumpets echo through the screens, Callista turns to her, smile as sharp as the non-existent knives in her boy’s Arena and eyes as hard as the rocks he had smashed brains with. “Don’t worry,” she says. “I will remember to do your tricks when he comes up at my door, covered in blood.”

“We will see about that.” she recites without looking a second away from the screen, because this moment here is the closure of what they had done, and she has no intention to let Snow win this.

So, I'll admit it was just an idea came over me when I sat down and thought If I define Victors by lyrics then what would they be and well, this happened.

Anatomical Technology (aka Adessa/Beetee): Genius by LSD

You'll be my Einstein, my Newton, my Galileo, and my Hawking

Boy, put that pep in my step

Put your arm around my neck while I'm walking

Please understand, I have fallen for you.

oh, also this part;

You're the lock and I'm the key

I got everything you need

Well, only a genius could love a woman like me

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Callista: Nightmare by Halsey

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night

This song also has a lines that suits for Enobaria:

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth

And Petra:

I could play nice or I could be a bully

I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

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Devon and Misha: You Need to Calm Down by Taylor Swift

'Cause shade never made anybody less gay so

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bb!Lyme: Crawling by Linkin Park

Crawling in my skin

These wounds, they will not heal

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Adessa on the streets for killing Nero's cougars: Blackout by Aviva

Sneaking out and creeping 'round

There's nothing you haven't seen now

Say I'm lost but I feel found

Think you're gonna turn me

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Callista: Need to know by Doja Cat

I don't really got no type

I just wanna fuck all night

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Misha: Bad Idea by Girl in Red

It was a bad idea

Needing you so late

Was such a bad idea

Cause I can't think straight

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Nero: Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

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Brutus in ADUD: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the apocalypse

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Emory: Poker Face by Lady Gaga

Can't read my, can't read my

No, he can't read my poker face

(She is chameleon-like and I headcanon her as a person hard to read; a poker face which scares the shit out of Devon)

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Ronan: Legends Never Die by Against the Current

Legends never die

They become a part of you

Every time you bleed for reaching greatness

Relentless, you survive

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Iris: I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry

It felt so wrong

It felt so right

Don't mean I'm in love tonight

I kissed a girl and I liked it

(This one is self indulgent because we know so little about Iris in canon so I am doing this by my interpretation in my fic Faded Rainbow)

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-> This is all but maybe I can make another part because it's me and I have loads of feelings -and songs.

One of Petra!