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[b]"Do we get first boat because we're the best?"

Margaery's question, though posed innocently, was laced with a certain cockiness that she did not often portray. Shay might have been undefeated, but this year... this year Green Team was coming out on top. Her own jade green bandanna was tied into a pretty bow around her ponytail, a grin dancing wildly upon her pale face as she gazed at her girlfriend. From campers to camp counselors, a lot had changed. What hadn't was her fierce desire to win, and she hoped that Shay knew that.

Red team was going down.

Margaery crossed her arms over her chest, watching eagerly as her little campers made their presences known. She wondered who she got this year, excited to finally meet them all. She wouldn't lie: she hardly waited patiently each year for this camp. Nik and Caroline had been sending her since she was a little girl and rather quickly, it had become one of her favorite things ever... right after Shay of course.

"Hate to break it to you, love, but my team is going to emerge on top this year. You've had too many victories already- someone needs to humble you!"

Bastille, naturally, was not really here by choice. Margy had mentioned in an off-hand (read as: entirely deliberate) fashion that the camp needed more counselors that year, and low and behold, here he was. He'd put up a fairly weak fight, knowing there was no point in arguing with Cecily once she got it in her head that this was good, proper thing for him to do. A few days in, he'd relaxed a little bit, and the competitions helped. Particularly when it meant trying to destroy Margy via small campers for landing him here.

"Hey, Leo," he greeted as he sauntered up to the front of the second boat, Blue boat. He was convinced Margy had assigned him Blue to match his eyes, which was just... ridiculous, frankly, but he could only silently thank her for not sticking him in the same group as Hazel. He opted for a blue t-shirt today as opposed to the bandana, and he glanced towards the other boats before smirking slightly. "Ready to sink some losers?"

[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS

(This is such a cute au oh my goD)

Hazel almost always had an excuse as to why she devoted four weeks of her summer to heat and sweaty, yelling children while miles away from the nearest gas station. They were generally lame excuses, but...anything to cover up that she was doing whatever she could to get away from her home life until she left for college. Very few people knew, and she made sure none of her kids got anywhere close to her bandana. Especially Parker, the nosy brat. God knows she loved him to death with that mop of brown hair and overbite, but his attitude and tendency to try and yank her bandana off her arm had made for some not-so-nice conversations.

Despite her general anxiety over the kids finding out, Hazel actually loved it at camp. She loved the wide open space, the clean air, the feeling of exhaustion that sank into your bones at the end of the day. She loved hearing the kids laugh and loved getting up at seven every morning to watch the sun rise and see the mist settle into dew on the grass. Even staying up late to braid the girls’ hair and tell them stories of boys and high school was something she found joy in. But most of all, she loved that the camp had allowed her to board her horse in the stables while she stayed. Arion was too young and wild to have the campers ride, but Hazel would ride him very early in the morning or late at night. On occasion, when he wouldn’t shut up, Hazel would exchange chores with other counselors to go for a ride. If someone watched her kids, she’d clean up after dinner.

Besides, Hazel was either wherever her campers were or at the stables. On riding day, she was particularly giddy, always stirring the kids into a tizzy with the thought of getting on the back of a horse. “It’s like flying!” She’d say, “The wind in your hair and the grass blurring around you and you feel invincible.” Of course, she’d forget that the kids were too young and inexperienced to go out on their own, but for the braver ones she’d clip them to a lunge line and have the horse canter a few circles.

That was Hazel’s favorite camp activity. Her least favorite?

Water.

Anything water-related. Anything that involved setting foot in the massive lake was an immediate out for her. Unlike her other fears, Hazel’s terror of water was...irrational. She had no traumatic experience as a child, nor any sort of reason to fear it. She just...didn’t like deep water. Which meant Hazel was the one handing out life jackets, helping each kid to zip it up and buckle them all safely. Another counselor had already agreed to take her campers on the water, which meant another swap of chores. (At this point Hazel knew all the employees in the kitchens and their entire extended families.)

“Are you sure you don’t want to swim with us?” Ella whined, small fists shoving at her life jacket buckles. “Don’t you like us?” She pouted, mousey brown hair still in a rat’s nest from last night’s sleep. Hazel laughed, taking the buckles from the first grader and clicking them together.

“Of course I like you guys.” She assured the girl, ruffling her hair. “You’re my kids. You’re the best kids out of them all. I just don’t like the water.” Ella frowned, thinking, and suddenly there was an uproar of questions from the line of children. Mostly her own.

“So you don’t like taking showers?”

“Are you afraid of drinking water?”

“Princess doesn’t like water!”

Hazel sighed, knowing that Parker was eagerly and gleefully using her camp name (which, by the way, was not her choice — Bastille used it as a tease and the kids overheard and unfortunately...it stuck). He wasn’t even asking a question, he was just mocking her. Leveling a glare at him, she pointed, squinting. “Don’t make me put you outside tonight, Parker,” She threatened.

When all the kids were in the water, Hazel leaned back, praying to god none of them drowned. She glanced at the other counselors, gaze lingering on Bastille before trailing back to the kids, keeping an eye on them while she pulled what hair she could reach over her shoulder to braid.

(So um i wrote a novel for this oops)

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