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runningfrom2am · 5 months

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leveling the playing field XI

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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"You can't call me that here!" You hiss, taking the final steps out into the summer nights breeze.

"Never mind that, what are you doing here?" Coriolanus asks as soon as the door to the back of the building shuts behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet alley behind the Hob.

You groan, dragging your hands over your face. "I had nowhere to go."

"Well, I... what happened?"

"Does it really matter?" You just shake your head looking up at him now, face red with anger. "If we're gonna talk, how about we talk about how you tried to drag me down to hell with you, huh? How about we talk about you showing up after trying to ruin my life and kissing me like I'm some kind of object to you! After all this time! Let's talk about that!"

Coryo takes a sharp breath in, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "You're not an object." He says, a hint of disgust in his voice, upset that you would even imply that he felt that way.

"Funnily enough, that is the bottom of my list of concerns right now!" You laugh dryly. "I thought we were friends! I thought you cared! And maybe that was stupid of me but don't come back now saying that you do." Your narrowed eyes are rimmed with tears now, and he can see that you're hurt despite you trying to shield it in anger.

"We are friends, I-"

"No, Coriolanus, we aren't, because friends don't do that!"

"Will you stop fucking interrupting me!" He shouts, making you jump. He's fed up with you always having to have the last word. "For once, just one time, will you let me explain?"

You just stare at him, jaw grit as you look up at him. You've never looked softer, your clothes and your hair are so loose and freeing and unlike you and you've somehow never looked more like yourself.

"I'm sorry. Okay?" He says, taking a hesitant step closer to you.

"Is that all you've got?" You scoff, nodding to yourself and pushing past him to walk back inside.

He can't let you go again, he just can't. He grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"Y/N, listen, I'm sorry. I regretted it the moment I said it, I shouldn't have pulled you into that but they already knew and I just wanted to be able to help you." Internally you roll your eyes, relaxing your arm so he knows you won't run. You'll hear him out. "All I wanted was for you to come with me, I thought they would ship us off together."

"Me? As a peacekeeper? Un-fucking-likely." You reply bitterly. "Did you think that through for even a second before you decided that I would be better off with you? Or were you just scared of being alone?"

The question makes him pause, which was enough hesitation for you to pull your arm away and start walking off toward the street. "Tigris wanted me to tell you they love you, by the way!" You call back over your shoulder, turning the corner and disappearing out of his view.

You walk around the building and back to the front entrance, hoping you could lose him in the crowd if he decides to follow you. You were no longer in any mood to dance, that's for sure, so you would just wait for the show to end in the back where you first talked to Lucy Gray again. You push through the abundance of people dancing, the music blaring in your ears. You make it to the desolate hallway, attempting to gather yourself before you really start to cry.

"Y/N?" You hear someone call from behind you, and you turn at the use of your real name. It didn't sound like Coryo, or any of the Covey band.

"Sejanus!" You squeal, running back toward him and tackling him in a hug. "God, I have never been happier to see your face in my life." You sigh, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Likewise." He chuckles, rubbing your back. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm great." You grin, taking a step back to talk to him face-to-face instead.

"We have to find Coriolanus, he'll be thrilled to see you." He says, looking over his shoulder to see if he could spot the blonde anywhere in the crowd.

"Ugh." You groan, rolling your eyes. "No, I saw him."

He snaps his head back, looking at you confused. "You don't seem happy." He observes, stating the obvious.

"Tell me, Sejanus," You muse, resting a hand on your hip as you shift your weight. "If you had someone you perceived as more than a friend take the liberty of framing you for something that could cost you your whole life when they knew you were innocent, would you forgive them if their only apology was a kiss?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. You knew you were stretching the truth, but Coriolanus had done the same thing, clearly, so what was the harm in wanting Sejanus on your side?

"I... what? No, he didn't- he didn't tell me that." He looks shocked, looking back again to see if he could see him.

"Well. That's what just happened, weirdly enough." You laugh, shrugging to try and portray that you don't really care much more than that.

"I- um... We were told you were sick." He changes the subject now, something you're happy about because one more thought about Coryo and you might be in tears; or you might start throwing things.

"Sick? No." You shake your head. "I ran because if I hadn't, I'd be six feet under in the Capitol cemetery by now, no doubt. That or I'd be lacking a tongue."

"Oh, wow." He doesn't know what to say, so you just hum in agreement. "Coriolanus almost convinced me you were dead, but I knew better. They couldn't kill you if they tried, I don't think."

You chuckle, shrugging slightly. "Well, yeah. So that's been my life recently. Now I'm staying with Lucy Gray." You explain. "But what about you? You follow out here Coryo too?"

"More or less." He nods, a slight smile on his face. "Hey, uh, I've got to go, got some business to take care of but we'll get together again soon, okay? I'm really glad you're alive."

You nod, hugging him again. "Yeah, of course. I'm staying at this ugly, old grey house at the edge of the seam, past the end of the road. There's goats out back, you can't miss it. You'd think there's nothing out there, but trust me, we'll be there. Come by sometime when you're free, okay?"

"Will do." He agrees, hugging you back for just a moment. "I'll see you soon, Miss Sage." He teases, giving you a polite bow before turning to return to the party. You furrow your brow a bit as he almost directly approaches Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray's ex alongside one of his scummy friends, but you decide to mind your business. Sejanus was always too nice to everyone for his own good, anyway.

"Y/N's here." Coriolanus states, both him and Sejanus helping to carry their intoxicated bunkmates back to the barracks. "You see her?"

"I did, yeah, I talked to her." He nods, eyes straight ahead as their shoes crunch over the gravel.

"You talked to her? When?"

"A little after her performance, she was heading to this back room. Seemed awfully upset."

Coryo sighs. "What did she tell you?"

"That you betrayed her." Sejanus answers simply, adjusting his friend's arm over his shoulder. "That she was going to be killed or worse if she stayed."

"That's not-" Coryo thinks it over. "I didn't betray her, Sejanus. We know one baseline thing about Y/N Y/L/N and it's that she is, if nothing else, dramatic."

"Really? I wouldn't describe her that way." Sejanus argues subtly. "She's outspoken, maybe slightly obnoxious at times, but I feel like I am too. The one thing I know for sure about her is that she's not a liar, Coriolanus."

Coryo doesn't know if he's more angry about Sejanus calling you 'obnoxious' or framing it so nicely that you don't keep your mouth shut when you probably should. You were his girl, his. No one should talk about you like that but him- praise you or critique you all the same. You didn't know it yet, necessarily, but you were his to protect and to fix, if need be. You were rough around the edges, that's for certain, but you would mellow out eventually if you ever forgave him. "She wouldn't let me explain."

"Oh, was this before or after you kissed her as an apology?" Sejanus matches the heavy statement with a laugh and Coryo rolls his eyes at his response.

"I just, I needed her to know I did it because I care. I thought she was dead."

"Okay, well, she told me where she's staying. Told me to stop by on a day off." Sejanus admits. "Maybe you should come with me."

"Maybe." He agrees.

It was another week of torturous loneliness before Coriolanus was graced with a day off, and not even so much graced as he had to trade with one of his bunkmates to have the same day off as Sejanus. As soon as they ate they grabbed a couple bags of ice to bring with them to help you and your new friends beat the heat- a peace offering, of sorts.

The early August sun beat down on their backs as they walked through the Seam, a decrepit and rundown residential area that Coryo had no doubt had never seen a single air conditioner in all its days. There's no way you were happy here. Even with the lightness of his t-shirt and the early hour, he still had to fight the urge to remove it and instead drape it over his head to shade his skin from the sun.

"There's nothing down here. She lied to you." Coryo mutters as the already crumbled road falls into nothing more than a trail.

"Y/N said we had to keep going past the road." Sejanus says, looking back at him over his shoulder. "You want to hate her so bad, but you can't."

"I certainly can." Coryo grumbles in denial. "She's giving me the runaround. Obviously, she gave you fake directions-"

"Are you sure about that?" His friend replies smugly, looking through the overgrown trees ahead at a small grey house circled in by a white fence that hadn't seen a wash in years.

Coriolanus doesn't say anything, mentally rolling his eyes at being proven wrong. "Alright, go knock, then." He gestures for his friend to go ahead.

"This is your big plan to win her over? Hide in the bushes while I go in?"

"No. I'm just sure she lied and a local drunk is about to open the door with a gun pointed at your head."

"Suit yourself." Sejanus replies lightheartedly, practically skipping up to the door and giving it a few gentle knocks before taking a step back.

It's only a few moments and lots of chatter from inside before the door is swung open. "Hello there, what can we do ya' for?" Lucy Gray grins, and Sejanus looks pointedly over his shoulder at Coryo.

"Hi, I'm Sejanus, I'm a friend of Y/N's from back home." He explains and she smiles.

"Of course! I thought I recognized you, come on in, she's out in the back but you can just pass right through." She lets him in, looking at Coryo standing just outside of the fence line.

"You coming, Coriolanus?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as she holds the door, leaning against the frame.

He plasters on a smile, nodding and walking up to her on the porch that he's shocked doesn't collapse under his feet. "How are you?" She grins at him. "It's good to see you."

"You too." He nods. "I'm glad to see you made it home safe."

"Hey, well, welcome to the club." She chuckles, closing the door behind him. "Y/N's just out back." She points toward the back door. "But she's not too keen about seeing you, you know."

"So I've heard." Coryo sighs. "The feeling is mutual."

"Then why are you here?" She asks her previous mentor calmly. He's stumped by this, unsure how to respond. "Well, if it helps, I'm real glad you're here. I missed you." Lucy Gray promises, leading him to the back door and swinging it open.

Your head turns at the appearance of Coryo's silhouette on the back stairs. You internally groan, of course Sejanus would bring him. "And you brought Coriolanus." You smile bitterly at your friend, sliding an ice cube from the bag across your bare collarbones over the shirt you had now cut the sleeves off completely to turn into a tube top.

"Yeah, well, I figured you might want to actually talk." Sejanus offers, raising an eyebrow at you.

"We wanted to make sure you were doing okay here. Living up to your high standards." Coryo replies for you.

"Do I look uncomfortable to you?" You ask, placing a hand on your hip. "Well, now you've seen it all. Thanks for coming, Coriolanus, but I'm clearly happy here, so you can be on your way. Don't you have a rebel to shoot at?"

"Hey, woah-" Sejanus chuckles, holding his hands out to you in mock surrender. "Y/N, we just wanted to visit. I know I speak for both of us when I say that we've missed you."

You sigh, rolling your eyes slightly. You were nothing if not polite, raised to be a flawless hostess in your own home. "Alright. Sit." You gesture to the patch of grass next to you, by the little garden you're digging into to start some fall flowers. You've always wanted to try a garden, but your family paid people to do that and you didn't have the time, so why would you?

Lucy Gray and Sejanus do most of the talking, and you try to avoid looking up much from the dirt you're digging up and the small seeds you're planting. Coriolanus is sitting too close to Lucy Gray for your comfort, but you've been working on your temper, and until he showed back up it was going really well.

"Lucy Gray!" Billy Taupe calls from the front of the house, drawing all of your attention. You'd seen more of him than you have cared to since you've been here, he just won't leave her alone.

"Oh lord, here we go." She huffs, standing up and brushing off her skirt.

"I'll come with you." Sejanus offers quickly, standing as well. You're reminded of how, apparently, he and Billy Taupe know each other but you still can't understand why. The two of them disappear around the side of the house, and you're left alone with Coriolanus.

You keep a straight face, continuing with your cycle. Dig a hole, move the dirt, bury the seed, water it, repeat.

"What are you planting?" He decides to break the silence, moving a little closer to you and leaning back on his palms.

"Flowers, some fruit." You mumble back, keeping your focus on your hands.

"Isn't it a bit late in the season?" He asks, head tilted as he watches you.

"Raspberries are perennials." You reply plainly. "And roses bloom until late fall, do they not?"

"They do." He nods in confirmation, smiling a little to himself. Raspberries and roses together. He wonders if you even know what you're doing, or if this was a subconscious yearning you didn't know you had; to be with him in every form.

"Then there's no harm in planting them now." You say, stopping to take a quick break. You lean back on your calves where you were kneeling, grabbing the ice bag that is now mostly melted to drink out of. You hold it out to Coryo when you're done, shaking it when he hesitates to take it from your hand. "Drink. It's hot, you'll get dehydrated quickly even just sitting out here."

Coryo takes it at that, looking away quickly when he catches that glimpse of pity in your eyes, the same look that plagued him in the weeks leading up the the games and after he thought you died. He hated it until then, but now, maybe it wasn't so bad. At least you were looking at him, and it seemed like it was some kind of inherent need you had to take care of him. The thought of that made his stomach flip.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you." You say suddenly, catching him so off guard he almost spits out his water. District life really must have been changing you, and it was worse than he imagined. It wasn't just the loose-fitting clothes that were one stitch away from falling off of your frame, however breathtaking they may somehow look. Now, Y/N Y/L/N was in the business of issuing apologies? Someone call a doctor. "I shouldn't have said... that. It was cruel."

Coryo nods slightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I figured you didn't mean it."

"You were lucky they had already decided my guilt. I would have torn your head off by now, otherwise." That's the Y/N I know.

"Sejanus told me they were going to execute you."

"Well, not necessarily." You sigh, pulling your skirt back out of the way before digging your hands back into the dirt. "It wasn't stated, but it was service that was suggested. Possibly nursing, probably under my father back home. When I climbed out my window, they were discussing the possibility of having me turned into an Avox. Highbottom said I knew too much, but I know my father would rather shamelessly bury me than have his oldest turned into a symbol of rebellion." You explain, now seeing no harm in telling him the full story.

"What do you know, anyway?" Coriolanus asks. It had been bothering him for a long time, and up until a week ago, he thought you took those secrets to the grave.

"That he and my father are proprietors of the largest drug ring Panem has ever seen." You answer simply, a smug smile taking over your features as you press some dirt carefully over a planted seed. "The main storage is in a secret room in our wine cellar, an old bunker from the war. I stumbled into it when I was thirteen-ish. I mean, you wouldn't believe everything they had down there. I haven't seen anything like it. Actual gallons upon gallons of morphling, other addictive crap that'll ruin your life, even weed." You giggle, sitting back again to gesture with your hand how big everything is.

Coriolanus can feel his eyes going wide at your confession, and he stammers. "I- wow, uh..."

"Come on," You chuckle, tilting your head at him like it was obvious. "Doctors don't have that much power unless they're a game maker Like Gaul, or have that money to start. They make money, sure, but not like that."

"Well," He swallows, nodding slightly at the intake of information. "That explains you being able to walk all over Highbottom for so long." He chuckles. It all makes so much sense now, how both you and Highbottom have a seemingly endless supply of morphling on you, and your father had a decently sized sought-after medical practice, but nothing that could add up to the amount of power and influence he possessed back home. "And the weed you brought to Livia's seventeenth birthday party."

You laugh. "No one even knew what to do with it- we were all so damn sheltered." You hum, matching his smile. "Still, don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." He shakes his head.

"You sure? Because last I recall, you did snitch on me, Snow. And frame me, if I’m remembering correctly…"

Coryo sighs. "I know, I know... But I did mean what I said. I just- it was stupid, but I thought I could protect you. Genuinely."

You don't seem mad anymore, just smiling at him. "I know." You say, voice so sickly sweet and soft in a way he had only ever heard from you once before; when he was on the verge of a panic attack in the arena. You had told him that soon it would all be over, simultaneously you were right but you also couldn't have been more wrong.

You needed him to believe all was forgiven, and the small look of satisfaction on his face proves to you that it has worked. From here, the games were back on.

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dear-satan · 10 months

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can you do hobiexfemreader smut? maybe something like, hobie taking the reader in the balcony? a bit of exhibitionism ˃ᴗ˂

thank yewwww if you decide to write about this (θ‿θ)

hello Anon!! ❤️ thank you for your proposal! this idea suits perfectly with Hobie and I'm all for it. I hope you are enjoy 🥰

hard day

Hobie Brown x fem!Reader summary: Hobie needs to relieve his tension after a "hard day" warning: sexual content, cock warming

You were sitting on the balcony when Hobie entered your flat and sneaked unnoticed behind the armchair where you were sitting reading a book. Skinny arms encircled your figure and his lips pressed against the skin of your neck, sucking lightly on it. His body was warmed unlike yours, so a pleasant shiver ran down your spine stopping at your lower abdomen.

""Hard day?" you asked tilting your head slightly giving him better access. His murmur reached your ear at which you smiled slightly, closing your eyelids.

"Miguel's encounters are driving me crazy," he finally spoke up moving his kisses to your jaw. His hands had long since found the entrance under your t-shirt, caressing the areas under your boobs. Despite his overwhelming desire to touch them, he wanted to wait for the right moment…. He didn't like to rush things. "I thought I was going to die of boredom."

"Oh no!" you turned your head immediately crossing your gaze with his brown irises. The book you had been holding a while back was on a small table next to the armchair, so you caught his handsome face in your hands without restraint. "How did my brave Spider-Man cope with this terrible and difficult situation?" you asked with feigned seriousness, as if this encounter really was something unbearable.

"I was thinking of you," he lifted you from your seat. As you stood in front of him he began to mirror your outfit, consisting of shorts and a loose T-shirt. Your nipples stood out through the material at which he bit his lip piercing. The sight of them mesmerised him and caused the cock in his trousers to harden even more.

"About me?" you threw your arms around his shoulders in turn Hobie's hands fell to your hips, squeezing them slightly. "About what specifically?"

"Well, you know," a smile dawned on his face. He began to slowly guide your person towards the balcony railing until the railing slammed into your back. "I was reminiscing about our first meetings." His pelvis pressed against your body and the bulge in his trousers gracefully rubbed against your hip bone.

"The ones where you fucked me in the park? Or on your neighbour's balcony?"

"Both" his nose rubbed against yours before finally bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Your lips, as always, were sweet and soft. He loved the taste of them no matter if you were at each other's house or in a place filled with people. With the rest, this applied not only to kisses. From the first time he saw you he wanted to taste every inch of your body…. Which, in fact, he had already done at the first, evening meeting in the park in a Spider-Man costume.

A thread of saliva appeared between the two of you as you finally pulled away from each other to take a breath. Hobie turned you in one swift motion so that you were facing him and your hands were placed on the railing. He used his web to attach them there for a longer period of time, to which you groaned as you arched your bottom towards him. "Good girl…" he whispered when your buttock rubbed against his still clothed penis. He crouched behind you tilting back the material of your shorts revealing that you had nothing underneath. His tongue ran over your folds. "You taste so good, doll…" his warm breath teased your wet pussy, as did his tongue.

"Hobs.. Please." You stifled a moan, clenching around nothing.

"Please what?" he placed a kiss next to your entrance. His cock almost ripped the opening of his trousers, but he preferred to wait. He loved hearing you beg for him to fill you.

"Please… Come inside me…"

Hobie laughed softly one last time licking your folds. He stood up placing his hands on your ass, pressing it against his penis. "Can you feel it? You're the only one who gets me to this state, doll" He unzipped your trousers, lowering them to his ankles along with his boxers. He did the same with your shorts. His penis trembled from the cool air and pre-cum dripped from the top of his dick. He caressed your wet entrance for a while wolfing down his cock even more, until finally he entered you in one smooth movement thrusting into you, at which a long moan broke from your lips. "Just like that," he tilted his head back. He began to move his hips slowly, gloating at your warmth. This was just what he needed. "Take all of me" his slow movements were driving you wild.

"H-Hobie…" you moaned quietly lowering your head. The web on your hands prevented you from tilting your body and grabbing his hair. All you could do was stand erect against him, letting him fuck you from behind without paying attention to your neighbours. "P-please.. More." you bit your lip pushing yourself out more wanting to feel every inch of him.

"Pardon?" he was obviously toying with you "I don't think I heard you." With a shove he widened your legs making it easier for him to access your clit.

"P-please… I want mo-" a moan interrupted your pleading as his penis aggressively rammed into you "Y-yes…. H-Hobie…" you moaned as he aggressively fucked you while stimulating your swollen bud.

Hobie closed his eyes. He hoped the whole estate could see or at least hear him fucking you on that damn balcony. This vision stimulated him even more. His movements became sloppier and shorter as he chased his own fulfilment. "L-love you d-doll. Such a g-good girl." he pounded into you one last time as he sighed loudly and his cum spilled inside you. The sensation released your own high, thus giving Hobie a greater shot of pleasure.

"You know," you breathed out, feeling Hobs rest his sweaty forehead against your shoulder blades, "If this is how every encounter in this spider world of yours is supposed to end…. Then I beg you to go there every day."

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friendship-ditch · 4 months

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Capitol

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Katniss can’t help but be jealous when her ex-girlfriend from the Capitol finds somebody new.

Warnings/Note: Little bit of angst, internalized homophobia, language and bad relationships, the usual—I rushed this request on accident but it’s alright enough

Word Count: 3439

“What about dinner at the… what’s it called--the Hob! I always hear you and Prim talk about that place, they sell food there, don’t they?”

You chimed in, stepping into the dim living room.

Katniss lifted her head towards your direction. “I don’t really think that’s what you would want to wear to the Hob.” She said flatly, turning her nose. “You’d stick out like a sore thumb. I can’t protect you there.”

You looked down at your outfit and frowned. It wasn’t particularly flashy, and neither was your makeup. In fact you could’ve almost been mistaken as a true District 12 resident if you maybe ditched the tall boots and colorful jacket.

When you received the news that you could head to District 12 a week earlier to hang out with Katniss before the Victory Tour truly began, you weren’t expecting it at all, but you couldn’t have been happier. You threw together a mess of clothes and snuck on the soonest train.

But now that you were here, you were beginning to wonder if Katniss didn’t share that same excitement as you. This obviously wasn’t the same girl you’d hung out with before the 74th games. She’d changed in that arena. But you were still determined to love her.

She often chose activities that kept you in the house, got upset when you didn’t understand things on the first try, refused to take you into the woods, and really didn’t want to take you into some more populated areas.

“I can change.” You tried to reason with her, sliding the jacket off and revealing the colorful tattoos that climbed both of your arms. “Or I could borrow some of your clothes. I can blend in, honest.”

Katniss hesitated. She climbed off the couch and went over to you, setting your jacket aside and sliding one of her old ones over your shoulders.

“Fine.” Her voice was still flat, if not annoyed. “I’ll take you to the Hob. We’ll grab dinner, and then we’ll come straight back here.”

“Deal!” You beamed, reaching for her hand.

She pushed your hand away and flashed you a somewhat apologetic look a few seconds after the initial shock had passed. “Don’t act close to me there. People don’t act like that in the Hob.” She warned.

You nodded in agreement. Of course, things in District 12 weren’t anything like the Capitol, but some of the things she said still confused you. Like the other day when Prim wanted to take the two of you to the bakery to celebrate your arrival but Katniss acted as if she didn’t know you when you walked in.

Together, the two of you went to the Hob. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen. It was dark, grim, bustling, loud, and utterly fascinating.

Katniss showed you around, though she continued to pretend not to know you well. She never really met your eyes or your touch. You assumed maybe she just shut down when going into busy places like this and you tried to mimic her the best you could.

You grabbed some food and then came back to the house. You saw Peeta on the way back and waved but Katniss hurried you inside.

Dinner was nice. Katniss spoke to you more but she still wasn’t quite… for lack of a better description: happy to see you?

You didn’t push it though. That was something you learned about Katniss. There was no pushing her to do or feel anything. That girl was stubborn as a mule, and you had to respect it.

By the time the actual Victory Tour rolled around, you found that Katniss was growing even further from you. You figured that maybe she was just anxious about the tour so you gave her as much space as you could.

When the party at Snow’s mansion finally rolled around, you knew something was wrong.

Katniss hadn’t even spoken a word to you since the speech in District 1, hell, she didn’t even look your way.

You were hoping that maybe she’d talk to you at the dance, because it was really starting to hurt. Every night you tried to leave a little gift at the door but when you came to place a new one, the old one was still there.

Of course, Katniss and Peeta as the Victors had to walk in together. You watched from off to the side and cheered until your voice broke. Katniss flashed you an awkward smile and continued forward, arm linked with Peeta’s.

It took a little while to locate her later but you soon found her standing off to the side of the dance floor. You let out a sigh of relief and snuck up behind her, sliding your arm around her waist.

“Will the prettiest lady of the ball dance with me?” You asked in a teasing, warm voice. Katniss stiffened in your grip so you let go. “If she wants to, that is.”

With a fake smile, Katniss shook her head, looking away. “I don’t feel like dancing.”

“Oh, okay.” You shrugged it off. “We could get some chocolate together. Or go inside, there are some less crowded rooms.” You gently tried to clasp your hand around her arm but she pulled away. On your second attempt, she pushed your hand down and turned to face you.

“Y/n. I don’t think I’m ready for this.” She said boldly, taking a step back. “Us, I mean. I’m not good at this. I’m not ready for a relationship with y… I’m just not–you’re not…” Katniss’s rambling trailed off as she realized she wasn’t doing either of you any favors.

You felt your heart sink in your chest.

“What…?”

“I just… I don’t think things are going to work out. I’m sorry.” Katniss shook her head. If she said any more, she’d regret it. She already said more than she meant and the hurt was clear on your face.

You felt the tears stinging your eyes and took a step backwards. Her beautiful figure soon became blurry and without another word, you turned and left.

That was the last time you’d seen Katniss.

Now… you were in a world you’d once thought had been eradicated to nothing but rubble. You were wrong. District 13 was alive and well, and so were you. Having been labeled a war criminal to the Capitol, Plutarch made sure to pluck you from the midst before torture ensued.

It was a huge contrast to how your old life was. You had a schedule, you had work, and you had to get up early. Your clothes were the same as everybody else's, just as your food and basically everything else.

By some miracle, you learned from those around you and managed to fit in just fine. Sometimes you screwed up, but there was always somebody there to catch you, one person in particular.

You’d met Cressida one night when you arrived to dinner late and your usual seat was taken. She let you sit with her and her friends who you soon learned were her camera crew. They’d all left the Capitol just as you had. You felt accepted with them.

Cressida was a lot different than Katniss. She was much more eager to do things with you, she wasn’t scared of being seen with you, and she loved the thrill of either of you sneaking into the other's room for the night. You two weren’t exactly ‘girlfriends,’ but most knew you two were seeing each other. That was another thing about her, she didn’t want to hide what you two had.

Although Cressida was… amazing, at just about everything, and she understood your struggles in a way most others didn’t, you found it hard to picture a future with her past occasional nights together and secret little flings. She was funny and kind and bold, but she was lacking something. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but the walls of your relationship were more like bridges.

The best thing about Cressida though, was that you forgot about Katniss. You forgot those little glares she slipped only in your direction when you were too loud in public, how she would pull out of your touch the second somebody glanced your direction, how she would never spend the night with you, even just for the sole purpose of cuddling… A part of you still longed for her, but for the moment, you thought you’d maybe found somebody better.

When you finally saw Katniss again, she had just been rescued from the 75th arena and was on some heavy sedation drugs. The two of you made eye contact once and she was whisked away to the hospital. You didn’t see her for a while after that until one night at dinner.

You were in line, grabbing food when Katniss slammed directly into you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, jumping back a little and just managing to save the watery food on your tray.

It took a few moments for Katniss to finally respond. It was as if she was in a trance.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled quietly. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You slowly nodded. “It’s fine.” You said as you turned to leave, but she started to speak again.

“It’s… nice to see you again, Y/n.”

“It is?” You were surprised. As far as you were concerned, Katniss never wanted anything to do with you ever again. You were embarrassing to her and she was ashamed to be seen with a person from the Capitol, even if you weren’t the stereotypical one.

Katniss nodded solemnly. When her eyes finally met yours, you could see the glazed pain in them. She’d been through so much, and even though she hurt you, you couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

“You’re one of the only people here I know.” She replied softly. “It’s just.. nice to see your face again.”

So that was it. She wasn’t really glad to see you, she was just glad to be around somebody familiar. You knew you were putting her on an unfair pedestal and that she was just a fragile girl but it still hurt.

“It’s nice to see you again too.” You halfheartedly replied, forcing an awkward smile.

When your words were replaced by a heavy silence, you took the relief of murmuring a soft farewell and quickly walking to your table.

“Are you okay?” Cressida asked when you sat beside her. She’d been watching the whole thing and knew of your and Katniss’ rocky history. Now that the two were working together to film propaganda videos, she’d promised not to leak your little secret relationship out to the public as much, but she was still worried about you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” You took a bite of your food, watching as Katniss went over to sit by Gale. “Perfectly fine.”

Cressida nudged you gently and started talking about whatever subject just to take your mind off things. It helped a lot and soon you’d completely forgotten about your interaction with Katniss.

Well, until the next day.

You and Cressida had spent the night together in her room. The plan was as usual, you’d wake up just before curfew ended and sneak out before the halls started to fill. It had been foolproof every time, until now.

Cressida walked you to the door and was giving you a quick kiss as your hand found the handle. When you pulled away from her with a soft goodbye and stumbled into the hallway, you ran into the person you were least expecting.

Katniss was standing a few feet away from you, eyebrows cocked high and eyes wide. It was clear she hadn’t slept at all and had just been wandering around. She stared at you, then to the door where Cressida was standing behind you, and then back to you.

You quickly waved goodbye to Cressida and shut the door, hoping to just pretend nothing happened but Katniss grabbed your arm before you could scurry away.

“So you’re sleeping with my camera crew now?” She asked bitterly, snapped out of her numb state and now full of nothing but jealousy.

Her reaction surprised you at first, then it angered you. Katniss had nothing to be jealous over. She was the one that dumped you, not the other way around.

“Why do you care?” You asked, pulling out of her grip. You started to walk away. “It’s none of your business.”

Katniss’s gaze hardened. “Yes it is!” She exclaimed, well aware she was fighting a losing game but damn it she would hold on with her claws until there was nothing left beneath her to grip. “It’s very much so my business!”

“No! It’s not!” You shouted at her. She kept following you so you whirled around once the two of you were in a more private space. “You’re the one that broke up with me. We aren’t dating anymore. My business is nothing of your concern.” You snapped. “Why do you care anyway? She’s Capitol, just like me. And you don’t like us Capitol people.”

Teary gray eyes stared back at you, bitten lips quivering. Katniss tried to muster some response. She took too long so you continued.

“You think everything revolves around you! I don’t care if you’re jealous, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.” You glared at her this time. “Just leave me alone.”

You didn’t realize how harsh your words were until you snapped out of your anger and saw that Katniss was deep in tears now.

“You don’t understand!” She screamed at you, voice cracking. Before you could say anything else she had already turned heel and was hurrying in the other direction.

You felt awful and knew you’d gone too far, but you were still really upset with her over what happened and it wasn’t fair of her to be jealous and take it out on you.

Instead of returning to your room, you went back to Cressida’s where she took you in with warm arms and not a single care about what other people would think.

You tried your best to forget about Katniss after that, you really did, but thoughts kept creeping into your mind that you couldn’t push away. You were hurt and guilty and all around confused. You wanted to make it up to Katniss but you also never wanted to see her face again.

Cressida tried her best to help you, even sometimes kissing you whenever Katniss walked by to help you feel a little better but even her affection couldn’t fill that hole in your heart. The feeling kept eating at you until you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“Are we… Are we a permanent thing?” You asked, sitting up in bed as Cressida came back from the bathroom. “Because… Cres, I think that you’re a really cool person. You’re amazing, in every way and I care about you so much. But… I don’t know, I sound awful but.. I can’t really envision us as anything more than…”

“A little fling?” She filled in gently as if she knew what you were going to say.

You nodded, looking away in shame. “I’m sorry.”

Her hand rested on your shoulder and she shook her head. “Don’t be.” She murmured. “You’re still in love with Katniss, I know that. Why do you think I never really offered for us to be anything more than an occasional thing?”

“But…” You frowned, searching her face for any sign of hurt, but there was none. “You’re sure?”

Cressida smiled. “Of course I’m sure.” She took your hands into hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Now, go talk to her. If things don’t work out, then you’re more than welcome to spend the night here. And… if they do work out, I want you to tell me every single detail.”

You felt a wide smile spread across your lips and gave her a tight hug.

Katniss wasn’t an easy girl to locate. After asking just about everyone you knew she had contact with, and finally swaying Haymitch to give you a hint, you found her when she came back from hunting with Gale. She returned empty handed and stopped near the entrance when she saw you.

Gale left quickly and you guided Katniss into a more private hallway. She eyed you with hesitation.

“I think we both need to talk.” You said in a low voice as if trying to calm a wild animal. “Just talking, actually expressing our feelings and problems. No running and no shouting.”

“Fine.” Katniss agreed reluctantly. She took a seat on a bench and looked you up and down, waiting for you to start.

You let out a heavy sigh and took a seat as well.

“I’m sorry for what I said the other day.” You began gently. “I was just… I was just still hurt by what happened before and I said things I didn’t mean.”

Katniss’s gaze hardened, then softened.

“Tell me the truth. Why did you break up with me?” You finally asked. “Is it because you were ashamed to be with somebody from the Capitol?”

There was a heavy silence, followed by an uneasy sigh.

Katniss met your eyes, one leg shaking. “Not… not completely.” She finally admitted. “I wasn’t in a good headspace to be in a relationship… you knew that, way before I did. I just couldn’t think straight and I blamed it on you. At first I thought I was ashamed to be seen with somebody from the Capitol because.. well, it just seemed wrong. But it wasn’t your fancy outfits, personality, or where you came from that I was ashamed of.”

“Then what was it?” This was confusing you. If it wasn’t the place you came from that embarrassed her, then what could it be?

“It’s that… you’re a girl. I’ve never… I’ve never dated anybody before, much less publicly.” Katniss’s voice caught in her throat. “I’ve also never.. well, you know, come out. And it’s not like District 12 is against that or anything but I just… it scared me.” She whispered, voice cracking as tears started to sting her eyes. “I didn’t realize it until I lost you. I was just so ashamed of myself that I placed the blame on you instead of dealing with it. I’m sorry.”

Without even realizing, you reached over and placed your hand on top of hers.

“Katniss.. I’m sorry. I should’ve tried to talk it through with you or something… I get it.” You murmured softly. “I’m sorry I assumed the worst.”

“Don’t be. I’m sorry I was so awful to you.”

You smiled weakly and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. It’s in the past.” You assured her gently, reaching to wipe a few tears off her face.

Katniss smiled too, but it didn’t really reach her eyes. Something was still bothering her. When you gave her that questioning look, she sighed.

“So… you’re with Cressida now? Does she make you happy?”

“She does, but–.”

Katniss stood up, wiping her face. She didn’t want to have a jealous meltdown right here but the green look was evident in her eyes. She pushed past it as best as she could. “Good, good. That’s good.” She forced a trembling smile that broke within seconds. “Thanks for… talking with me. I uh.. I’ll just go now.” The last thing she wanted was to make you feel bad after things just got solved.

“Wait, Katniss.” You gently clasped your hand around her wrist. “Cressida and I… We’re just kind of a fling. It’s nothing serious. We’re not actually dating.”

Katniss stopped and looked back at you. For the first time in a while, there was this new hope in her eyes. “Really?”

You nodded with a gentle smile. “Really.”

Katniss’s expression softened. A few hot tears dribbled down her face and that jealous look in her eyes vanished within seconds. She couldn’t believe it.

“But I hurt you and–.”

“And nothing.” You stood up, facing her. “I tried Katniss, I really tried to get over you but you’re just stuck in my head and it’s killing me.” You took her hands gently. “Just… please, know you can open up to me and talk to me. We have to cooperate for this to work.”

“I promise.” She said hoarsely, her voice breaking. There was a real smile on her face this time, one you hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. “I promise…”

You smiled too. With one gentle look, you read her plead and closed the space between you two once more.

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the-kr8tor · 5 months

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Hi! I love your TTN series so much.

I was wondering if you could write a bit more about them, like, reader meets Gwen or Miles (because Hobie already knows them) and maybe reader helps them with their suits or helps them by making something for them. It's okay if you decline this, I didn't know if this counted as a normal request or fluffy friday request, sorry. I really admire your writing, you're really talented.

Take care, you're amazing 🤍

Thank you, lovely! You're too kind 💛 hope u like this one!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention. TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader. FLUFF

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“Oh those are so based, dude!” Gwen exclaims from the floor, her sentence a bit muffled by the chips she's currently munching.

You look up from Miles’ suit that you're currently mending, the spandex slippery to touch. Sitting on the settee with Hobie sitting in-between your legs, you lock eyes with him who's equally confused as you. His head on your lap, eyebrow cocked up in question.

The four of them are sitting in a circle, snacks and sugary sweet drinks in hand. Miles lounges on the foot of the sofa, wearing an outfit you've designed once upon a time in college. You wouldn't let him wear Hobie's clothes, because, well, he looked like he was being eaten by just his shirt, his pants pooling on the floor. After almost tripping and landing smack on his face, you insisted on giving him a Y/N exclusive outfit. A one of one design.

You mentally take note to design clothes for the three of them that perfectly encapsulates their tastes.

Pavitr— who definitely didn't express how jealous he was of Miles’ new outfit, is sitting beside Hobie who is currently taping an ice pack to Pav's head with duct tape (that will definitely have consequences). He got annoyed that the ice pack kept slipping from his friend’s head, landing on his crisps, smooshing its contents.

“Ah, Gwen? What does ‘based’ even mean?” you ask, closing up the last seam.

All three teenagers look at you, then the other two stares at Gwen, waiting and snickering. Hobie leans against you, hand absentmindedly curled around your ankle.

“I keep forgetting you're from the 90s” Gwen cleans her hands with a napkin. “It means, uh, to carry yourself with swagger, yeah! I think…”

Miles and Pavitr guffaw loudly, Miles' soda spilling over the can. The houseboat shakes a bit on the water. You murmur out a ‘swagger?’ still scratching your head for an answer to your previous question.

“Oi! You're spilling everywhere!” Hobie throws a chip at Miles. It hits him on the forehead, leaving sour cream dust on his skin.

“Ack!” Miles mumbles while wiping his forehead. “You used to be cool, man”

“It's our house. I'd like to see you be cool when somebody spills sticky crap on your hardwood floors”

Our house. Even after all these years, Hobie still finds a way to make your heart sing.

You lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on his temple. Fingers kneading the muscles on his shoulder. “It's alright, Hobs. Miles didn't mean it, right Miles?” Hobie visibly relaxes, body melding close to yours.

The spider kids share a knowing look, triple smirks on their lips. Hobie doesn't notice, too busy getting lost in your eyes. You look at him like he's the stars in the sky.

Pavitr sighs, hand on his chin, mumbling about missing someone.

“Yeah, Hobs, I didn't mean it” Miles chuckles throughout the sentence, almost unintelligible with his laughter. Gwen scrunches her nose at her friend.

Meanwhile, you and Hobie are inside your own little bubble. The bubble bursts when the door to the houseboat bursts open with Ned heaving, clutching a stack of papers.

“Hobie! I figured it out—” he stops in his tracks, everyone looks at him, you stop with your barrage of massages. Pavitr pauses mid bite. Ned stares at the room, eyes swimming with questions.

“Who are these children?”

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lust444men · 4 months

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HIII i actually have a request if u do genderfluid readers 😋😋 if u do could you do something with the reader not being out yet so when they stare at a dude hobie kinda assumes the worse ?? then they gotta explain they wanna BE him not WITH him yk

bonus if reader is constantly presenting very fem so its a bit of a surprise idk thank u 🤞🤞🤞

hii angel! of course I can do that, I hope this does my genderfluid babes justice <3 afab!genderfluid!reader x unlabed hobie?? he fws what he fws, anxiety on hobs part, gender envy on yours, albeit bad descriptors of being genderfluid? I'm trying. he thinks you're cheating/losing interest, british grammar???

You're out on a walk with Hobie, him wanting to take you to his favourite punk shops - buying you whatever you liked from in there cause he's just happy you're liking his style. You're all skirts and blouses - but you don't always want to be that. Sometimes you like it, sometimes it makes you want to crawl out of your own skin because you want to be more masculine that day, week, however long, but you're limited. Baggy clothes just won't cut it anymore.

So, whilst you were sat on a bench, enjoying your food with Hobie and you saw a boy walk past who is just radiating gender envy into you, your eyes stayed glued to him. They way his clothes can be stuck to him with no chest in the way, his hair short but fluffy, his rings decorating his slender, short nailed fingers, Hobie notices. He noticed your lack of response to what he had said before, he looked at you. Then looked where you were looking, his brows pinching together. He then watched you stare at this guy with so much intensity, it's as if he wasn't here at all.

"Wha' Ya know 'im?" He asked, still staring at you and your body language, a familiar unease bubbling in his stomach from the last experiences he's had with unfaithful girlfriends.

"Huh? Oh..no, no I don't." You said, finally taking your eyes off him and making eye contact with your now unhappy, nervous boyfriend.

"Oh? Why you starin' like tha', then?" He grabbed the drink out you lap, taking a long sip of it whilst staring at you over the bottle. His throat feels dry. Is the bottle shaking? Why are his hands shaking?

"I liked..his tee shirt. It had a cool band on it." You lied through your teeth, and Hobie could tell. He slightly shifted in his seat, deciding to leave this little problem for when you were back at his flat.

"Aight.." He shrugged, putting all your stuff into a bag. "C'mon, les do the res' of the shops before they close." He mumbled as he stood up, and you were expecting him to take your hand, but he didn't, now giving you the uneasy feel of dread in the bottom of your stomach. What had you done? The rest of the walk around was mainly quiet, Hobie only making a few comments here and there, but he never actually spoke first. He was just replying to you. You walked back to his flat in the quiet, your hands in the pocket of his jacket he let you wear once it got cold. He's upset but you're still his girl. Are you his girl?

You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out where you went wrong this afternoon. You guys were having such a good time, 'why did he go quiet? Did he want the last cookie you took? No, he wouldn't get upset over something as silly as that. Did he not like the drink you chose? He drank it, it couldn't of been that bad. Why did he start asking about that guy that walke pas- oh fuck. He thinks I was checking him out. Fuck, fuck! how could you be so stupid? He sees his girlfriend starin' at a guy of course he's gonna assume that! How do I tell him I want to be him? Not be with him?'

You enter the flat behind him, shutting the door quietly behind you and taking off your shoes. You watch him wall over to his sofa, sitting himself down with a sigh before looking over to watch you. Seeing the worry and guilt etched onto your face, he spoke up.

"Ya' aight, doll?" He asked, almost in a whisper, not really wanting you to reply.

"We needa talk." You said, walking over towards him. He felt his heart drop, feeling like all his fears were coming true in one afternoon. He crossed his arms defensively over his chest, giving a small nod.

"Go on." He glanced off to the side.

"That guy today? I wasn't...I didn't check him out." You said, sitting in the armchair just opposite him, fiddling with your rings.

"Wha' was tha', then? Hm? 'Cause it certainly looked like you was checkin' 'im out." He said almost roughly, the tone making you wince. He's getting defensive, that's understandable.

"No, love - I wasn't. I..fuck. This is going to sound insane, and you're probably gonna feel differently once I say it but I have to say it, I do, i-"

"So say i'." He interrupted you, narrowing his eyes slightly, frowning.

"I...I didn't want to be with him- I just...I wanted to..be him." You admitted quietly, looking down at your hands. He paused, his frown growing but now in confusion. What?

"You...wanna be a boy?" He asked slowly and carefully.

"No- well, yeah. But only sometimes. I feel more masculine than I do feminine some days, but I've been unable to express that. So what you were seeing wasn't attraction, it was envy. Envy that he could look so boyish without even trying, just putting on clothes, not trying to be masculine." You huffed, your voice slightly saddened. Hobie was probably gonna feel completely different about you now.but it's better than him thinking you were going to cheat someday.

He stayed eerily quiet, staring at you. Studying you. Was that true? he couldn't tell. He's leaning more towards yes, though. Nobody would be this worried about this eccentric of a lie.

"Aight..'ow long 'ave you felt this way?" He carefully asked, sitting more upright.

"Since I was a kid, really. I only just realised recently what it was, though. My "tomboy" phase. When I started developing 'n' my clothes got baggier as my chest got bigger, but then I'd wear low cut things, I-..I'm sorry you only just found out - that I only just told you. I didn't know how to approach it, y'know? It's not an easy subject to come by. Hey it's your girlfriend, I sometimes don't wanna be your girlfriend cause I wanna be your boyfr-" He cut your rambling off by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, his hand on your cheek. He brushed your hair behind your ear, pulling away from they kiss.

"Ay, listen. Tha's fine. I don' see ya any differently. Ya still the love of my life, yeah? Don' worry 'bout it, luv.If you wan', ya can have a bunch of my old clothes, for when ya feel like a lad. Can help you make fits." He comforted you, bringing you closer to him.

"Jus' tell me when ya' start feelin' like tha', yeah? I wouldn't wanna do sum' that makes my love uncomfortable." He said to you, kissing your cheek softly, then your temple, then your forehead. You smile, feeling like you could just cry from how accepting he was of that, of you.

"You'd really do that for me?" You mumbled, making him nod instantly.

"Of course, baby."

"And you don't feel any differently towards me?"

"No' in the sligh'est."

"You still love me?"

"I love you even more each second. Tha' ain't gon' change. I fell in love wit' ya, darlin'. Ain't gonna care 'bout you wantin' to be like that sometimes. Jus' means you can be like me." He smiled, kissing all over your face in-between his words, really wanting you to know he means that. You couldn't help it, a stray tear rolled down your cheek. And he wiped it away immediately.

"Nah, don' cry, my love. 'Cause then you're gon' make me cry." He mumbled, his hand sliding through your hair and to the back of your head, bringing you closer and kissing you again, sweetly and softly. You returned the kiss, of course. He gave you a few more quick kisses, before pulling away, his hand staying put.

"You wan' go pick sum aftershave ou' from my collection?" He offered.

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I really hope I did the genderfluid community justice with this one! I'm so sorry if I didn't get something right about it, I did look some stuff up, but still <3 thank you so much for such a cute request, and if it was up to your standards and you wanna request again, feel free! <3

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 4 months

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Could I please request a Lucy Gray x fem!reader where Lucy Gray and reader have grown up together and they realize they love each other, but reader's parents would be TOTALLY against it, so she's hesitant. Lucy Gray tells her it's fine to love whoever you love. I would love to read it if you could write it. Thanks for reading my request:] <3

If you were a boy

Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Childhood friend! Reader Summary: Fem! Reader is a childhood friend of Lucy Gray and fall in love with each other. While spending a night at the lake house, the idea of a romance grows and makes you question what you had learned long ago. Warning: homophobia, internalized homophobia, girls kissing 😨, friends to lovers' trope, reader is mentioned going on a date with a man but it's for plot relevance, lowkey angsty, I don't know how to write internalized homophobia so be warned. Word count:2.7k

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"Would you have kissed him?" Maude Ivory poked fun at you, grinning widely at her question. You scrunch your nose at her willingness to ask such a thing.

"No! I don't kiss boys after our first date," you giggled as you spoke. The rustle of the tall, yellowing grass brushed against each other, making 'wush' as you walked past. The blinding white sun shined onto you as you walked next to Lucy Gray, Maude Ivory walking between the both of you.

You were correct about that though; you would have never kissed a boy after your first date. The idea made you feel so gross. You barely knew those boys and they always gave you a gross feeling whenever they told you things you didn’t find attractive. Either way, you never kissed them.

"Don't ask such personal questions, it's rude," Lucy Gray remarks, tugging at the young girl's hand to get her attention to something else. Maude Ivory laughs and continues walking next to her. “But seriously, you never kissed them?”

“Hey! You can’t ask that, that’s personal!” Maude Ivory mocked the girl, which caused Lucy Gray to scrunch her nose, smiling, nonetheless. She turned her attention back to you.

“No, they were so odd. They seemed like sweet guys, just not my type,” you remarked, waving off the idea of dating those men.

The day passed quicker than you would have preferred. The moon now hung over the lake, shining a silver light over the dark blue water. The rest of the Covey had gone to sleep in the lake house, having laid blankets on the flooring of the cabin. On the other hand, you and Lucy Gray were outside hanging up the wet swim clothes.

The conversation had started off peacefully, making talk on Billy Taupe and his sudden appearance at the Hob a week before and how your life was going with your job and helping with the Covey. But it all trailed back to one event in your past you would have preferred keeping hidden.

"You remember when we were younger, and we were at your home when your parents weren't home?" Lucy Gray said quietly. You nodded; you remember it vividly. Lucy Gray was invited to your home, but your parents needed to go to the market for food. So naturally, you played together in the garden. You remembered how you had kissed her, it wasn't out of any friendship like love, it was something that made you always feel fuzzy. At some point in your life, you pushed off the idea and never felt it again.

But she kissed you back.

"Yeah, I remember," you replied and nodded your head, looking over at her. Her dark eyes stared back at you, looking deeply into yours. You looked away from her quickly, wondering if you gaze long enough, you would have gotten lost in her eyes. “When you…”

“Kissed you? Yeah… that’s what I mean,” she finished your sentence for you, holding one of the swimsuits to the clothesline. You press your lips into a line and do something similar to what she was doing, hanging the cloth with a wooden clip.

“Why’d you bring it up?” You asked and glance at her. Lucy Gray's deep purple dress seemed to blend into the dark night surrounding you two, the only parts you could really see of her was her tan skin unhidden by the dress.

"You liked me, did you not?" Lucy Gray says and gazes at you, expecting an answer. You purse your lips, wondering if your answer was truly as important to her as it was to you. Lying was an easier answer. You did like like her but not anymore.

"I don't remember, Lucy Gray. It happened a long time ago," you answer plainly. It was a plain old lie, you remembered it very well. You remembered how the flowers smelled and what colour her dress was the day you kissed her first. As little as you wanted to remember such vivid imagery, you could basically smell the flowers each time you thought about it (which was very little). "It was just a phase I went through, everyone goes through that time in their life."

She tilted her head at your last sentence, hesitating to continue moving. Nonetheless, Lucy Gray accepted your answer, pressing her lips into a line, then looking at the grass below her feet. Her fingers picked at her dress mindlessly, bringing it between her finger and thumb then dropping it back against her leg.

“I haven’t been to your house in a long while. Are your parents still doing well?” She inquires and bends down to grab another piece of clothing.

“They moved across town, let me keep the house since they didn’t want me moving to a random spot they didn’t know about,” you answer blankly.

"That's nice," she smiled and glanced at you. The silence lasted an eternity (or what felt like it) until Lucy Gray spoke again. "Why don't you like the boys you date? I can understand finding a red flag and not finding them attractive again, but you just keep going on these dates yet none please you...?"

The question made you pause, the wet cloth causing your palm to grow cold. "Just... trying to find someone good enough for me," you assure and clip the cloth to the wire.

She sighed and finally set the clothes back in the basket. "(Y/n)," Lucy Gray says calmly. "No one goes through a phase where they want to kiss girls."

"What does that have to do with anything?" You ask, slightly annoyed at her suddenly going on about the kiss you shared.

"I'm just saying that...," Lucy Gray trailed off, looking down at her hands, which fidgeted aimlessly. "Please tell me you weren't in love with that boy. Any of those boys."

Her words shocked you. You had gone on and on about how the guys you had dated weren't people you even liked, hell, they weren't even kind to you. Now she's showing she cares about the possibility you're in love with someone.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you weren't in love with those boys, each date felt bland and never brought you that flurry filled feeling Lucy Gray's kiss had given you years ago. You swallow thickly.

"No...," You finally answer. It was almost like it was against your will to answer. But if you hadn't, Lucy Gray would have accepted it. "I wasn't in love with those boys, you know that."

She looks down at her hand and lightly, mindlessly, traces the veins on the back of her palm.

"You're in love with someone, you've said so. I want to know who it is," Lucy Gray pleads, sucking in a breath. "I promise I won't tell a soul. You can trust me."

Your eyes watered at her request, your mouth growing sour from your growing tears. You knew how stupid it was to cry at such a question, but you couldn't help it. Your lips drew back into a line, hoping to stop you wanting to cry.

Each second that passed made you realize how little you loved those boys, like wasn't even a good enough term to give your feeling for them. You simply felt nothing for them. Every date you went on made you so bored and made you wish you were with someone more entertaining, more lovely than them. Lucy Gray was a good fit for that someone.

It finally hit you. You were in love with Lucy Gray. As many times as you had hoped she would press her lips to yours again and wished you could hold her hand like a boy would a girl, you never understood why you felt that way. You would supress that feeling each and every time you felt it and went on your way to find a boy to love, which never worked out.

Your line pressed lips drew back into a slight snarl look, but you felt no anger, only despair at the realization. Falling in love with a woman, truly horrific. As odd as it sounded, you wanted to at least calm your nerves and know you were normal. Normal in the way that you loved, being held by and kissing by a boy. Your eyes were sparkling in the lackluster moonlight.

"You," You blurt out. Your tears blurred your vision, causing you to look away out of not wanting her to see you so tearful. "It's always been you, as little as I want to be."

Lucy Gray gave you a blank look before swallowing thickly, her hands pulled away from yours. “Oh,” she says quietly, looking down at her skirt covered legs.

Hesitantly, you brought your hand to wipe your tears from your eyes.

"Would you kiss me?" Lucy Gray muttered, looking down at her hands with a look of sadness. Your mouth filled with sour saliva, you desperately wanted to cry. Sob to her that something was wrong, something made you want to kiss her.

"If you were a boy, I would have kissed you so many more times than I already have," you swallowed thickly, praying you wouldn't burst into tears about the idea. It wasn't that big of a deal either. You didn't care about the fact that Barb Azure was dating a woman. Personally, you were happy for her. But you could never bring yourself to think of being with a woman in the way Lucy Gray wanted to be with you, not without thinking it was disgusting.

"If I were a boy...," Lucy Gray drew her lips back into a line after repeating your words. Her nose scrunched at your response, you knew you gave an answer she wouldn't understand. "Why must I be a boy?"

"I wouldn't feel so guilty if you were one," you answered brokenly, your voice squeaking softly. "I've always felt something for you, I've known that. No matter how many times I went out with a boy, I couldn't help wishing you were with me. I may hate myself for how I feel for you, another lady, but I will never view you with hatred because I would break my own heart."

Lucy Gray's eyes widen at your confession, her eyebrows scrunching upward. You tried taking in breaths, hoping to calm yourself from how emotional you got over a simple confession of feelings.

“You don’t like that feeling,” she said simply, as if you didn’t already know that. “I remember your parents told me not to come around a lot since they thought I was a bad influence… You told them about that, about the kiss, didn’t you?”

You didn’t look at Lucy Gray, wondering if she was just really good at hiding her anger or if she truly was not angry. Nonetheless, you nodded, finally giving her an answer. Gazing at her again, she sighed.

“It’s fine. You didn’t know they wouldn’t like what we did,” Lucy Gray answered, accepting your reaction. “It rubbed off on you too.”

You tilted your head at her words. “Rubbed off on me?”

“Yeah, they didn’t like what we did and neither did you.”

“It didn’t rub off on me,” you say defensively, hoping she would understand that you liked that kiss as much as her. You give her an angry look.

"(Y/n), why don't you want this? I like you, you like me, why can't we have something?" She inquired, almost pleaded for you to answer. "If you have something else in your life, that's ok, you can tell me."

Looking down at the empty wicker basket, you thought about her answer. She liked you and you liked her. It was already sickening enough to think too hard about that. It brought a sour feeling in your mouth.

"I don't know," you sneer and look away from her again.

"Not that good of an answer," Lucy Gray mumbled and looked down at the green grass under her feet. She was right, it wasn't a good answer.

Several minutes (or what you felt were minutes) passed by without a word from either you or Lucy Gray. Maybe it was to calm you or because there was genuinely nothing to say. But, at some point, she couldn't help giving you an offer.

“I can kiss you again, if you’d want,” she mutters, looking down at her hands which had her fingers curled around each other nervously. The idea scared you a bit, wondering if she would be as gentle as she had been so long ago. You blinked away your tears.

"What if I don't like it?" You ask, though it was more so a whisper. "There's a possibility that I won't feel kissing is my thing."

Lucy Gray took in your words and nodded quickly. "You can kiss me and see if you like it. I won't do it again if you don't feel kissing is your thing," she assures and takes a step closer.

You press your lips together, making a slightly downturned shape. "Fine," you say reluctantly, as though your heart wasn't beating faster than ever before.

"I'll be gentle with you, alright?" Lucy Gray muttered and stepped closer. It was a bit awkward, preparing yourself for the kiss you partially (fully) want.

She leaned her head forward, but the suddenness of her movement caused you to lean back cautiously.

Your hesitation caused Lucy Gray to pull away, which immediately made you grab her hand to pull her closer again. "I mean it when I said I wanted to see if anything changed," you state and tighten your grasp on her hand.

Lucy Gray nodded again and leaned closer to you, causing you to suck in a breath. Her hands go to the sides of your face, her tan fingers grazing your cheekbones, holding your face in her hands gently.

"I'm a bit nervous," you mumble, hoping to lighten the mood from how awkward it felt to get to kiss your best friend again. Lucy Gray smiled and took another step closer, which you didn't think was possible.

"That's alright," she said quietly, not trying at all to hide her grin. "I won't move too fast."

Nodding, you swallow thickly and wait for her to press her lips to yours, which came quicker than you had realized. Lucy Gray's lips were soft and warm and much more experienced than when you were young. The one you had together in your parents' garden was similar to a peck, having pressed your lips together and pushed them out, making sure her nose wouldn't touch yours.

But now, this was sweet, the kiss was sweet, she smelled sweet. Your senses seemed to heighten at the feeling of her pressed against you. You could feel her breathe through her nose, the exhale brushing your skin. You didn't try opening your eyes, hoping you wouldn't make it awkward for yourself.

Lucy Gray didn't pull away immediately, she kept you close, holding your face in her delicate grasp. The small voice in your head that made you feel that this was wrong faded out, making sure you only focused on the girl who was kissing you.

Your hands trail from your side to her arms, grasping at the soft skin of her wrist. This was what you were told to hate? This was what you didn't want yourself to have? You couldn't believe you would keep yourself far from her romantic affection, the thing you have longed for, even if younger you didn't want to admit it.

Lucy Gray finally pulled away, as much as you wished she didn't. "Did you like it?" She asked, her index finger brushing your cheek in a petting motion. She couldn't stop herself from grinning from ear to ear, obviously giddy at the romantic gesture.

Your eyes were trained on her, your face growing warm with something you could only point out as affection. Affection for Lucy Gray. Again, you were hasty to initiate the kiss yourself, your hands pushing her hands from your face so you could keep her close.

A small smile grew on Lucy Gray's lips, letting out breathes from her nose in soft spurts, mimicking a laugh. You would have laughed too if getting a kiss was your only answer too.

"If you were a boy, I would have kissed you so many more times than I already have." Thankfully, Lucy Gray didn't need to be a boy for you to kiss her, kiss her as many times as you wished, and drink up her affection like it was fine wine.

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I woke up from my slumber to write about lesbians, Lucy Gray, and lesbian Lucy Gray. Also, I JUST started making my shit aesthetic. My tbosas masterlist

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Safe At Last

Part 2

Pairing: Morpheus x Fem!Reincarnated!Reader

Warnings: Death

Summary: Morpheus is stuck falling in love with different incarnations the same girl throughout the centuries, a girl who each time dies tragically. However, once he’s free from prison and has his powers back, he meets her again and might just be able to fix their story

Requested by: @writing-fanics

While Morpheus wouldn’t have admitted that to anyone, he had felt trapped even before he had been locked up by Roderick Burgess. He was trapped by fate. Trapped by the universe playing cruel tricks on him.

Throughout his time on this earth, there had been a women. There had been many, actually, but this one always reappeared. Always pulled in his attention and broke his heart.

He had met her centuries ago, falling fast and hard before she died long before she should have. And then he had met her half a century later, reincarnated as one of her ancestors. Completely the same except for her memories.

He had thought he had a chance. Thought they could have been together that time. But she died again.

And he met her again, and she died again.

And again.

And then he was imprisoned. Although he loathed every moment of it, he was at least safe from getting hurt from this woman. The woman who seemed to unknowingly been created just to torture him.

When he got out, he was too busy to think of her. Morpheus had his tools to find, and then he had his new path to figure out.

But as he walked away from his meeting with Hob, he realized that she was on the street across from him.

The reoccurring ache in his chest returned, memories of their times together clouding his mind. He had hoped his time away had been long enough to be freed from her but…

In his shock, (Y/N) stepped onto the crosswalk. She hadn’t noticed him, probably wouldn’t recognize him if she did. But he recognized her, recognized that she was in danger.

A car sped across the street, obviously too fast to stop. And he knew that her fate would be continued.

Unless…

***

(Y/N) froze like a deer in headlights at the sound of the car horn in front of her. Terror seized her, knowing she could die.

But a hand gripped her arm, pulling her away and against the hand’s owner. He was a tall man, dark and stunning. Staring at her with concern and relief.

He looked so familiar.

“Do I know you?” She asked, unable to take her eyes off him. “You look…”

“No, you don’t. Not like this.” She couldn’t understand his words, but somehow they made sense. There was something tickling her brain, something trying to make itself known

“I… what?”

“Are you alright?”

She nodded in reply, brushing off her clothes. “Yeah, thank you. I should really watch where I’m going.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Morpheus reassured her. “It was whoever was driving that car.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “How’d you even get there that fast anyhow?”

He looked at her, suddenly having an idea. “I can show you, if you’d like?” He held out his hand to her.

She wasn’t safe on Earth, he knew that. But if he could convince her to come back with his to the Dreaming. He could protect her there.

“What would that include?” She was cautious, he appreciated that.

“I want to show you somewhere safe.” (Y/N) wanted to ask more, wanted to question the man. But when looking at his offered hand, she felt a peculiar feeling of trust for this man. Of familiarity.

She took his hand, sand swirling around them.

***

Desire wasn’t in an entirely good mood. Their centuries long trick with the girl had just been ruined, knowing they couldn’t do anything when she was in Morpheus’s realm.

“What about when she leaves?” Despair had asked, sensing her twin’s irritation.

“No.” Desire shook their head. “It never took long for her to love him, not with how much he loves her. The only way to get her to leave him would be to kill her. And that’s not possible anymore.”

They knew that (Y/N) was defended now, the days of playing with her life and Morpheus’s feelings were over. She was his now, completely.

Well at least I still have Rose Walker, was the thought that reassured Desire.

Their troublemaking wasn’t over quite yet.

#the sandman x reader #the sandman #the sandman dream #morpheus x reader #morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #my fics

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Cat’s Cradle (Part 2)

Summary: You were crafted by him, crafted to serve the Dreaming and dreamers of all kinds. You were granted the ability to alter your appearance, to the feline variety, to hide in dreams. You, however, never imagined falling in love with him. But, when he left to take care of a rogue nightmare, only to never return, your heart broke. So, you ran to the Waking and soon met someone new. But, when Dream returns, how will he react to find you missing?

Word Count: ~6.4k

Reader: Fem

Warnings: Some angst (abandonment and heartbreak), fluff, pining

Requested by the magnificent @chainsawangel

Part 1

Time continued, years in fact.

In a cramped apartment, books and papers stained with tea and ink, dishes scattered about on the counter and overflowed in the sink, furniture lovingly worn down, and all basked in the warmth of the soft sunlight peeking through the dusty window. It was hardly flawless, but it was beautiful. It was love, it was a home. And nothing ever changed.

It was a moment perfectly frozen - preserved.

A keen observant eye could tell those living in this cluttered home, filled to the brim with serenity and new found peace, has not changed. The house cat did not become lethargic with age, nor showed any flecks of greying fur. The companion - the owner - also did not age either. His eyes twinkled with an everlasting life, and would not slow down. He always spoke excitedly of the future, and the evolving world.

You were the keen eye.

You were not oblivious to his home, for it was your home as well. His collections - books, furniture, utensils and tools - were decades old, some of his clothes were out of date, and he spoke of events years old as if they happened yesterday. You knew of Dream’s siblings, and of their gifts. This man, Hob Gadling, was touched by Death, blessed by her.

An immortal had unknowingly welcomed a thousand year old dream into his home. However, despite your observation, you continued to hide the truth about yourself.

Why? Were you frightened? Fearful of his possible anger? Worried he may be hurt due to your lies?

Yes, but also no.

What you feared the most? You feared losing your home again.

You have become complacent in your new role. You enjoyed the roof over your head, even if a draft blew through occasionally. You loved hearing Hob’s voice as he spoke of his day or hummed a tune under his breath. You were comforted immensely by his kind, gentle presence. Your heart, finally, did not dwell on what you no longer had.

But, dreams rarely lasted.

It was time to wake up after years asleep.

Tomorrow, you decided. Tomorrow you will tell Hob the truth.

The next day, late into the afternoon as the sun began to dip, Hob unlocked the door to his apartment. Stepping inside, he closed the door with his back. All his weight leaned into the chipped door, trying to alleviate some pressure from his sore feet. Another exhausting day, he thought. He sighed heavily, and tossed his keys into a bowl beside the door. His bag slipped off his shoulder and plopped onto the ground with a thud. He clumsily kicked off his shoes, and shrugged off his jacket and -

Movement. A dark ominous figure. Something lurked in his peripheral vision.

He froze. His body tensed as lifetimes of war and battles raced through his taut muscles. Yet, his delirious exhausted mind needed to catch up. His head whipped over to find a woman, sitting in his living room, staring directly at him. She was unarmed and showed no signs of ill intent, but Hob knew better. More information was always needed.

He slowly placed his jacket on the coat rack. His eyes darted around, assessing where she could have possibly come from. The window? Perfect access to the fire escape, and he left it cracked for his cat. The best bet. Another sweep across his apartment. Nothing was broken or taken. Everything was in their place, just how he left it this morning - how it always looked. His eyes, sharp and calculated now, snapped back over to the strange woman.

You, the woman in the chair, dropped your gaze feeling shame. “Apologies for startling you.”

Hob licked his lips, trying to keep his composure. “That’s, uh, that’s okay. I, uh, what -“

“I am no stranger, Hob Gadling.”

Hob flinched at his name. Yet, a twinge of familiarity hummed in his chest hearing his full name. It reminded him of -

“We have known each other for years,” you pressed.

“We have?”

Were you delusional? He thought.

You sighed, fiddling with your hands. “I know how it might sound, but it’s true. And … and I suppose a demonstration may help.”

Before Hob could react, the bizarre woman, who appeared in his apartment and spoke as if she was his friend, changed before his eyes. Under his intense watchful eyes, a woman - who sat with polite, somewhat rigid posture - shrank. Her back curled. Limbs shortened. Hair, fur, sprouted over her skin, while the clothes - plain shirt and pants - vanished into the thick fur. Ears, once rounded, moved on top of the head and came to a sharp point. The face became more animalistic with a wet, triangle nose and whiskers poked out. A tail snaked out and curled around the now feline which sat in his chair.

In a second, a time bending second, the woman changed into a cat - his cat.

You peered up at him with those wide eyes, eyes Hob knew fondly. You hopped down onto the floor, and as quickly as you changed into a cat, you were a human once again. You stepped towards him, only to backtrack and stay in place. Bowing your head in shame, you spoke softly, “I am sorry I never told you before.”

Hob swallowed, finding his voice and confidence again. He had witnessed many unusual things during his time, however this entire situation was now highly up there in ranks. He cleared his throat, “Well, this is certainly … interesting.”

Interesting did not describe half of this insane developing scenario.

“Yes, it is.” You agreed.

Hob hesitantly stepped towards you. “I … I am not upset - surprised and confused, yes - but I do have questions.”

“I figured as much.” You nervously swayed side to side as Hob continued to slowly approach you. “And I have questions for the immortal man who took me in.”

Hob blinked. He faltered in his steps, but then he just smiled. A endearing, wondrous smile. “Now, I think I have more questions.”

You sheepishly smiled, unsure if he was truly genuine; and part still feared what could happen. You avoided him, dropping your gaze onto the floor. However, a hand popped into view. Your eyes snapped up. Hob still smiled at you, somehow overjoyed by all of this. No signs of anger or hatred, only happiness and a sparkle of continuous surprise to what life may throw.

“A proper introduction seems right, at least before the interrogation,” he said with a little chuckle.

You eyed his waiting hand. You almost rejected him, reminding yourself to close yourself off to others. Heartbreak was a devastating pain. This would end. You would have your questions, he would have your answer, and then you would part.

But.

A gentle voice and a push urged you to take Hob’s hand.

‘My sweet dream, you are stronger than you know.’

You took Hob’s hand, shaking it. You smiled, kindly. “(Y/N).”

Hob beamed. “Pleasure. Hob Gadling, but I suppose you already knew that.”

A simple introduction spilled into a conversation which lasted hours. Each of you laid out most of your lives, of course with exception of a few things that were still kept close to your chest. You spoke of the Dreaming, of your life and duties, of old friends, and of a trouble which blew in and how you left for a new start. You skirted around completely mentioning Dream by name, instead you spoke of the ruler and your relationship with him.

While, Hob revealed he was, in fact, immortal - a blessing from a dark stranger. He spoke, in all the details he was willing to share, of his life spent over the centuries and the ups and downs that he experienced. He mentioned in passing a friend, one which he knew since the beginning of his life, but he didn’t say a name or any details about them. Something you honestly didn’t notice. Hob quickly rambled on, ecstatic to have the opportunity to talk about anything, and his current new interest in teaching the newest generation.

The night soon blanketed over the sky. You and Hob were both unaware and unbothered by the change happening around you. Story after story filled the shared space. Stories from centuries ago, stories that defied reality, stories of love and pain, stories that defined each of you.

Your eyes slid over, peering over to the cracked window. The sky was painted in his dark, all consuming, color with flecks of distant bright stars twinkling much like his eyes. You knew you would never escape him, but you wished you knew a single day of peace. You sighed, turning back to Hob, “I believe I should go now.”

Hob blinked, the long rattling of his story cut off. “Wait, go? Where?”

“Anywhere.”

Hob frowned. Sorrow, a deep heavy sorrow, weighed on your shoulders and in your eyes. It was a look he knew fondly. A look of longing, a look of a lost confused soul, a look he saw in himself when he lost his family all those centuries ago.

“You don’t have to leave,” Hob spoke softly. “I know my invitation to welcome you into my home was for a … cat. But, it still stands even if the circumstances have changed.”

“You are too kind, Hob. However, I believe I have overstayed my welcome.”

By a few years.

Hob dropped his gaze. His heart ached and not just for you. For himself. He selfishly wanted you to stay. Here was a potential friend who toed the impossible like himself. He was lonely, dreadfully lonely.

“And if I don’t want you to leave?” He asked under his breath.

He wearily glanced back up. Your face said it all: stunned. Your mouth agape as an intense, and bewildered confusion settled into your eyes. “You … you would let me stay?”

“Of course.”

“Why?”

“Because … because I do not think I could forgive myself if I simply let you walk away. I enjoyed your company tonight and I wish to know more about you.” He sighed, dropping his shoulders. He needed to be forthright with you. “And you are one of the few I know who have lived this long. And … and I am terribly lonely.”

Hob stared down at his hands, nervously ringing them. Of course, all of this was outrageous and utter insanity. Yet, that was always his life: defying all possibilities. He welcomed a stray cat into his home to fill his space and time, to return to this dingy apartment and for it to be a home with noise and life.

He had heartbreak, he had lovers. He loved humanity immensely, he loved all the people, but recently it hurt - like a knife to the heart - to allow someone in so close. Death was merciless. Then to his surprise, his simple cat was the answer to it all. A cat now human - a dream - who captured his interest within a single night.

Hob quickly added, “But, please, don’t stay for my sake. I understand if you want to leave, I only hope we can meet again someday down the road.”

A hand rested on top of his, stopping his fiddling. He jerked his head up, seeing you and such a wondrous kind smile. “If you want, I would happily stay. We can be lonely together.”

From then on, you lived with Hob.

He taught you more and more about humanity. And in turn, you taught him the hidden secrets of the world. You created a new life with him. You got a job, made new friends, tried new things, and truly found yourself away from the Dreaming. Yet, your heart still yearned for Morpheus. At night, within your own bedroom, you dreamt of Morpheus. You dreamt of him appearing out of the shadows and whisk you away back to the palace.

It would never happen.

And.

And you didn’t wish to leave Hob.

Decades spent together, moving around, seeing the world, you adored Hob - loved him. But, how did you define this love? Was it platonic? Or familial? Or was it romantic? In these later years, after all the time spent together, you knew deep within your heart it was romantic. Struck with the realization, you were immensely guilty as if you were replacing Morpheus.

But, you weren’t.

Hob and Morpheus were so different.

Hob was daylight. Morpheus was starlight. Hob was handmade from the earth, stitched together with worn golds and never ending fires. Morpheus was forged from the universe, imbued with expansive black holes and new galaxies.

Night and day.

Love bloomed between you and Hob, a love you thought was only for Morpheus.

You were wrong.

While falling in love with Morpheus was unknowing, falling for Hob was like standing on a cliff trying desperately not to jump as the earth crumbled beneath your feet. It was inevitable. It was obvious. All you had to do was jump. Hob has welcomed you into his home and maybe he will welcome you into his arms.

He did.

His arms wrapped around you making you feel safe and loved. It was a love that uplifted you. A love built on mutual understanding. A love that withstood the whirlwind of the always changing world. A love that filled a gaping hole, and a love that also dragged you down into an unknown depth of unwanted self-loathing.

One night, you laid your head on Hob’s chest. Your fingers mindlessly drew lazy circles and odd shapes. He was always so warm. It cradled you, comforted you. You turned, pressing your lips over his heart.

Hob smiled to himself. He threw an arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer.

Perfect. Peaceful.

You smiled, closing your eyes. However, happiness was a fickle thing. A heart clenching sorrow washed over you like a cold splash of water. Before you knew it, tears streamed down your face, dripping onto Hob’s chest.

“Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?” Hob immediately sat up and cupped your face. His eyes darted over your features trying to decipher why you were crying.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, latching onto his wrists in hopes of grounding yourself in the present, in his love.

“No, please, don’t apologize.” His thumbs brushed away the tears. “Please, talk to me.”

Your throat clenched, warning you of the swelling of emotions. It was the same reasoning since you and Hob started dating. A reason you buried, unwilling to acknowledge. You inhaled and exhaled slowly. “I … I just miss him.”

Hob smiled softly. Ah. “I understand.”

“I love you, Hob. I do, I truly do.”

“But, the pain and guilt of moving on is too great,” he finished for you.

Your bottom lip trembled, and vigorously nodded.

Hob wrapped his arms around you, drawing you close again. His hand soothingly rubbed your back as you buried your face into his chest. “The first can always be the hardest to move past.” He sighed and kissed the top of your head. “Did I ever tell you of my first wife?”

You shook your head.

“My Eleanor, my sweet dear Eleanor, was so kind and giving. I always felt that I didn’t deserve her. But, she chose me in the end and loved me despite all my faults. Soon, she gave birth to our son Robyn and -“

His voice cracked. He tightened his grip on you and sniffled faintly. Even after all these years, it was still fresh.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wish to,” you mumbled, looking up at him.

“No, no,” he shook his head and met your gaze, “I want to.” He paused, steadying himself. “She died years later. Childbirth. I lost her and our new baby. Then our boy Robyn - who took after me far too much, was reckless and wore his heart on his sleeve - died at the young age of 20 in a tavern brawl.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Thank you.” He bent his head, kissing your forehead. “Your first significant love is always the hardest to forget.”

“Does it get easier?”

“A little.”

You smiled, loving and mournful. You leaned in, pecking his lips. “I love you, Hob. Please, do not mistake these years for regret or displeasure.”

“I will never. People like us are prone to sadness for the past and old lives. It’s our nature.” He kissed you again. “And I love you too. Always.”

Life was good.

Better than it had been in the year prior.

Your heartache for Morpheus lingered, and sometimes resurged under the veil of those dark nights, under his watchful eyes. But, you could flip over to Hob and hold him. Even as he slept, he would unconsciously turn to you, ensuring you were still safe and loved.

You learned one important thing during your time in the Waking: love was nurtured, love grew, and love never left; its roots buried deep within the heart. If you pulled the roots, holes stayed. Holes that may be filled, or may be permanent craters. Love was pain, love was gentle, love was heartbreakingly beautiful.

You missed the Dreaming. You thought back to Lucienne, Merv, Cain and Abel, Fiddler’s Green, and to the other dreams and nightmares. You thought of Morpheus, hoping he was happy wherever he was. You also sent a little thought out into the universe wishing him the best and for one day your paths to cross again.

One day.

One day you wanted to see him again, if the fates allowed it. The fates would, of course unbeknownst to you, because they loved weaving in such chaos.

As you created a new life, Morpheus rotted away in that damned glass sphere. Thoughts of the Dreaming, and especially of you, kept him sane in those trying times. When escape became a possibility instead of a fantasy, he snatched it up. He fled, racing back, to the Dreaming - to you.

Imagine his surprise to find out you had left.

“Gone?”

Lucienne grimly nodded. “I’m sorry, my lord.”

Morpheus slumped over on the crumbled staircase, looking away to the chunks of stone and shards of glass. You had left. His love was gone. He swallowed, feeling his throat constrict. “And where has she gone?”

“The Waking, sir.”

Morpheus nodded.

Lucienne frowned at seeing her lord’s weakened state and also the evident heartbreak on his face. “She will be pleased to hear you have returned, I’m sure of it.”

“And how will I find her, Lucienne? The Waking is vast, and in my current state I fear I may never find her.”

“Then that is where we start, sire. You regather your strength and you go find her. Perhaps even getting a new raven could aid you as well.”

Morpheus’s jaw clenched. You will be devastated to know Jessamy has passed. He sighed, “We will start with the Dreaming. You are correct, I need to find my things. And once the Dreaming has been restored, I will do everything I can to find her.”

“Of course.”

Where have you gone? Where will he find you? And will you want to come back?

Days - weeks - of searching, and having recovered his sand, helm, and ruby, Morpheus had finally rebuilt the Dreaming. The doors now reopened. There were still cracks in the foundation, but with time and care everything will be healed. Now, he could turn his full attention onto you.

He didn’t wish to spend another night alone.

In an extravagant room with vaulted ceilings with spiraling galaxies - no, it was windows to the other realms - Morpheus stood hunched over, leaning on a large dark hand carved wooden table. A table that could accommodate a dozen, but settled for the one lord. Peering in the galaxies above, one showed Hell with its cold barren lands, one showed the deep lush reds of his dear siblings’s domain, and another one he could hear the chattering voices of a billion people. The walls were covered in old maps - maps of the shifting realms, more importantly a map of the Waking. Currently, a large map was sprawled out across the entirety of the table.

With a single finger, Morphues touched an area of the map. The map shifted, zooming into an area in South America. Mountains and valleys, structures and cities, rose out of the paper map. Voices of the dreamers buzzed - like an irritable swarm of gnats.

How to find a dream amongst so many dreamers? He barely found the Corinthian during his initial search, and now he had also disappeared into the wind. He sighed, pushing away from the map.

“No luck?”

Morpheus peered over. Matthew, his newest raven, perched himself on the edge of the table. His eyes glanced at the map, entranced as the map returned to a flat even surface. Morpheus shook his head, “No. And you?”

Matthew mumbled, “Sorry, boss, I haven’t.”

Morphues dropped his head. It was hopeless.

Matthew hopped closer. “I’m sure you will find her.”

“I do not doubt that we won’t, however, how long will it be?” Morpheus glanced up with such profound sadness. “Will it be days? Or will it be years? Time stretches on, and I can barely withstand another second.”

Matthew sank. “I’m sorry.”

“You do not have to apologize. We have an impossible task ahead.”

“Are you sure there isn’t anyone who could help? Any friends in the Waking?”

Morpheus opened his mouth with a resounding ‘no’, but it became lodged in his throat. There was one person. A person who he left on bitter terms, a person he hadn’t seen in a century and unfortunately missed their last scheduled meeting.

If he still wishes to see me, Morpheus thought. Maybe he could help.

“Maybe there is,” Morpheus said, solemnly.

Matthew perked up. “Really? Well, let’s go -“

“I will go alone. We … we did not leave on the best of terms at our last encounter.” Morpheus stated with no room for arguments. “You can stay here, rest for now. I will call you if I need you.”

Matthew nodded, both slightly disappointed in not seeing this new elusive friend, but also relieved to rest his wings. “Sure thing, boss.”

Matthew flew off to find a place to rest.

Morpheus, on the other hand, took a shaky inhale. Hopefully, Hob could provide aid or just simply be pleased to see him again. Exhaling, Morpheus moved. A curtain of sand waved in front of Morpheus, and he walked ahead passing through it. In an instance, he traversed to the Waking.

He appeared in the one spot he knew: the inn. It changed names, remodeled, and repainted over the centuries, but it was always their inn. However, when he appeared, it was in ruins. Construction site surrounded the demolished, rotted building, and a fence protected the public from approaching any further.

His shoulders sagged.

Gone.

A result of the passage of time.

His eyes fell to the chain link fence, to all the signs advertising the company of the demolition along with other pinned ads of random businesses. Spray painted names and symbols coated the rusted signs. Morpheus cocked his head. Arrows. Multiple arrows, in fact, pointed in a new direction with a tag: new inn, this way.

New inn?

Following the arrows around the building, a completely new building rose behind the destruction. It was picturesque and welcoming. Flowers in their pots, surrounding the inn, bloomed vibrantly in an array of colors. Empty tables and chairs on the patio begged passersby to come and rest their feet. Music and random chatter swelled together in a wondrous cacophony. Food and drinks wafted, drawing in any with an empty stomach. Approaching the new inn, Morpheus froze. A familiar presence, a hint of his power which blossomed into its own, hummed in the air. No, it hummed inside of his chest. It tugged on him, beckoning him forward.

It couldn’t be.

He steeled his heart, protecting himself of more potential heartbreak. With a notable tremor in his hand, he pushed open the door and walked in. Up ahead, in a shared table, his lovely missing dream and his dearest friend, Hob, sat side by side. A beautiful infectious smile crossed your face. Laughter, honey sweet laughter, bubbled up from your lips. While your eyes sparkled with such immense joy.

Oh, he truly fell in love with you all over again.

Hob chuckled, harmonizing with your laughter, as he recounted an insane encounter this morning.

Morpheus smiled to himself.

Hob.

His oldest, and truest, friend. Under the fluorescent lights, Hob glowed as if a king of old, of a myth long forgotten. A halo seemed to bask over him. His smile, dazzling and charming, was one he always remembered. It was a smile written about in epic poetries of a warrior coming home again to see their family.

Morpheus’s heart soared.

Suddenly, you froze, completely rigid. Your smile faltered, and your laughter died. A power, you had not felt in over a century, prickled on the back of your neck. You whipped your head. Your eyes widened. Leaping to your feet, you bumped the table and nearly toppled it over.

Hob, concerned, stood up, reaching his hands towards you if you become off balance. “Whoa, hey, are you -“

“Morpheus.” You whispered, tasting his name again.

Morpheus approached.

Hob’s eyes followed yours. Surprise, just as impactful and sudden as yours, surged through him. It was his dark nameless stranger.

Morpheus stood in front of the two of you. He looked to you with overflowing joy in being able to find you. “(Y/N).” He glanced to Hob, still holding the same joy in his eyes. “Hob.”

It quickly clicked for Hob. He turned, facing you. “Wait, is this -“

“Yes,” you swiftly cut him off, unable to tear your eyes from Morpheus.

Your love and his friend were the same person. And neither of you knew until this moment.

“Wow.” Hob mumbled in shock. “Small world.”

“I know you each have questions, one I will be happy to answer,” Morpheus calmly said.

“Right, uh, well we can go to our apartment,” Hob suggested since this conversation would clearly be better in private.

Our. Morpheus did not miss that specific word.

“That works for me,” Morpheus stated.

“Great,” Hob chirped with a smile back on his face.

“I will meet you there,” you quickly interjected. You darted around Morpheus and Hob, already heading for the door. “You may have a moment together and I can pick up the apartment and start boiling some water for tea.”

Before either could answer, you were out the door. The soft chimes sang, signifying you had left.

You rounded the building to the back. Hidden from any prying eyes, you changed: a housecat, a form you only occasionally, and rarely, took since your new life with Hob. You immediately ran home, running faster than physically possible for such a small creature. Although you appeared as an ordinary stray, your legs had the power and agility of a cheetah. You sprinted through the concrete jungle of London, weaving through the legs of people and the congested traffic. You even surpassed a few vehicles, becoming a streak of fur. The world blurred by becoming a mesh of colors and sounds. In seconds, you leapt up the fire escape to your apartment.

The window was always cracked.

It was old and rusted. A window you needed to repair, but neither of you found the time, or care, to fix it. It was a staple of your home. Squeezing through the crack, you landed back on two feet. Now alone, you freely let your thoughts overflow.

He was back.

Morpheus was back.

Your heart soared at the sight of his face. No longer was it a dream or figment of your imagination, no longer was he confined to your distant memories. Joy and an old love filled your veins. It was warm, gentle, and invigorating, like a sip of a fresh hot cup of tea. But, the kind warmth soon vanished, leaving an undeniable and painful chill in your bones: fear how he would react to you moving on, the guilt for doing so or having not to try to run after him, and the resurgence of heartbreak you battled with for decades before leaving for the Waking. Not to mention, you had abandoned the Dreaming, abandoned Lucienne, and abandoned your duties.

Morpheus was the epitome of your greatest joy and your deepest sorrow.

Needing to busy your mind and hands, you picked up the few dishes left from this morning. You tidied up the already spotless house. So, you began to boil water and arranged tea bags in cups.

The front door unlocked, with a somewhat sickening click, only moments after the kettle screamed.

Hob announced their presence and you mumbled your reply. You swiftly and efficiently prepared the teas, and placed it all on a tray along with any sugar or milk they wished to add. You walked out - feeling like a death march - with your gaze on the tray and the sloshing of teas. You wordlessly placed the tray on the coffee table, still adamantly avoiding each of their gazes. Despite the obvious heat and pressure that bored into your skull. You picked up a cup, clutching it close to your chest and sat down - away from both men. Morpheus and Hob shared the couch, with a spot in the middle if you wished to sit, however you plopped down on the plush recliner across from them.

The tension was palpable in the air. It weighed down, suffocating you. Your thoughts somehow spun faster and faster, more and more wildly out of control, with each tick of the clock. You wanted to run, you wanted to stay, you wanted answers, you wanted to be ignorant, you wanted -

“So,” Hob began. “I, uh …”

“I know this is difficult in the very least,” Morpheus interrupted. “And I apologize for any pain I have caused.”

His eyes flickered over to you. Your eyes stayed on your steaming cup of tea, despite his apparent gaze. It burned through you, it burned since you first saw him again.

Hob cleared his throat. “You don't have to apologize.”

Morpheus sighed, saddened you were avoiding him. “But, I do believe I owe an explanation for the both of you.”

Morpheus explained his attempt in capturing the Corinthian which ultimately failed due to an amateur magician. The magician who hoped to control Death, but settled for Dream instead. He quickly fell into greed with the power, and wealth he stole from Morpheus. Morpheus spoke of Jessamy and her death, he told of the magician dying but when given the initial opportunity the son did not release Morpheus either. Years passed and due to luck and negligence, he was finally able to escape.

“You … you were trapped?” You spoke up, and now directly looked at him. His eyes swallowed you up. You fell into unseen galaxies, into bottomless oceans. Mysterious and awe-inspiring. They sparkled with thousands of stars, with countless lives, and most of all, love.

A profound love.

You were consumed by him.

Like always.

Morpheus nodded, silently answering your question.

Your throat clenched. “All this time?”

“I was.”

Guilt.

Intense, heavy guilt swelled since of you, choking you. You dropped your head. Tears prickled in your eyes. You squeezed them tightly, preventing them from spilling out. But, you failed. You knew you would. Tears dropped, sending ripples throughout your tea.

Trapped. Abducted. Tortured.

Your heart bled. It was ripped apart by two words. I was. How could you? Why didn’t you try? Why didn't you do everything to look for him? Why did you believe he truly left you?

“I -“ your voice cracked - “I am so sorry, Morpheus.”

Morpheus instantly moved, crouching down beside you. He carefully removed the cup from your hands, discarding it onto the table. He clasped your hands in his, holding them close to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, looking at him. “I didn’t try to look for you. I left -“

“Shhh,” he reached up, wiping away the tears. “There is no need for tears and apologies.’`

“You were hurting, Morpheus. And it didn’t cross my mind to look for you. I - I thought you simply left. Fuck. I even hoped you left to be free from all of this.”

How idiotic could I be? So naive?

Morpheus pulled you into a hug. His skin rippled with electricity, it had been too long since he held you. “It’s okay, my dream. I’m not angry or upset. I was only saddened that I did not see your face upon my return to the Dreaming. But, I found you again after all these years and I understand why you left. Please, I don’t wish to see you cry over me.”

You squeezed him. He truly was back, back in your arms. You buried your face into his shoulder. Inhaling, he smelled of the library filled with the maze of old books and burning candles, of Fiddler’s Green expansive forest and morning dew, of the wood smoke from the fireplace always crackling in your shared room.

He smelled of home.

You lifted your head, glancing behind Morpheus. Hob smiled softly at you. Sorrow etched into his tight smile - a smile of someone watching and letting their love go. And in an instance, your heart shattered all over again. Yes, Morpheus and the Dreaming was your original home. But, Hob and the Waking had become your new home. Homes you each cherished equally.

You pulled away, cupping Morpheus’s face. His eyes shone with love, but he clocked the hesitation in your eyes. His smile dropped, a dread washed over him. You brushed back a curl of his midnight hair, and kissed his forehead. “Morpheus, I love you. I always will.”

Hob’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach. It is better this way, he thought.

“But, I also love Hob. I love him as much as I love,” you finished.

Hob’s eyes widened, part of him had accepted you were no longer his. If Eleanor walked through the door, he didn't know what he would do. Cry? Scoop her into his arms? Hold her tightly? Possibly, and more. The heart was tricky. It craved and cried out. And everyone was bound by it, led by it, controlled by it. He just didn’t know, or believed, you still had room for him.

You stood up, taking Morpheus’s hand and led him over to Hob. You extended your hand down towards Hob. His eyes flickered to Morpheus. Morpheus only calmly stared, not revealing any emotions. Hob glanced back to you then to your hand, and slowly accepted it.

You pulled him up to his feet, clutching each of their hands. “I love you both, and I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Morpheus studied the two of you together. It was obvious in Hob’s gaze, he loved you. He loved you easily, like breathing. He loved you as a plant loves sunlight. He loved and loved and loved. And in your eyes, Morpheus saw that love reflected back. A love he saw when you looked at him. A love whispered under bed sheets, a love built together.

He wasn’t upset. No, in fact, he was comforted - relieved. His love did not suffer. You thrived in this new life, you created something for yourself. And to know, you found it with Hob - his dearest and frankly only friend - it warmed his heart.

You cleared your throat, “I have a suggestion. It may be unorthodox, but neither are all of us.” You squeezed their hands tightly, unable to let either of them go. “If you are both willing, I would like to continue a life together - all three of us.”

Morpheus’s and Hob’s eyes connected, and shared a quiet conversation. They loved you dearly, more than they could show: gifts, poetry, words, touches, all of it wasn’t enough. Their love was endless. But, could they make room for another? Could they alter their relationship, and possibly risk it?

Hob moved first. He would not leave any words unspoken this time. He would not hold back. He reached down, taking Morpheus’s free hand. It fit nicely in his, as if meant to be. “I am willing to try if you are.”

Morpheus wordlessly stared down at his hand interlocked with Hob’s. A swirl of forgotten emotions rippled throughout his chest. A friend he adored for centuries. A friend who captured his attention. A friend that once sparked an attraction, an attraction he buried within himself.

Morpheus looked at you. You held his gaze with adoration and a flicker of fear as you prepared for a ‘no’. He had past relationships. He dealt with intermoussble heartbreak. Was it possible for him? Could he - he squeezed your hand and Hob’s, silencing any and all doubt. “I wish to try.”

He would not second guess himself. He had enough ‘what ifs’ to last until the end of time. His time away revealed many things, and he would try to lead with his heart and desires more. He deserved to find and keep his happiness.

“You do?” You asked, still unsure. “You don’t have to -“

“My sweet dream, I am not doing this only for your sake because you asked.” He cupped your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. He was holding a piece of his world again. “I regret many things. And I cannot change the past. One of them is that I wish we could have started our relationship sooner. I do not want to have any more regrets.” He turned his attention to Hob. Morpheus dropped his hands from you, and took up both of Hob’s hands. Now, he was holding a new piece of his world - one that fit easily into his life. “Hob, I have wronged you once before. I know that. But, if you will have me, I wish to try this. All of us together. Maybe it will be wonderful, maybe it will destroy us, but whatever will happen I will know instead of being haunted with what ifs.”

“Morpheus.” Hob said his name for the first time. He savored how it sounded on his lips, and tasted on his tongue. Morpheus. Oh, he wanted to sing it. He gently squeezed Morpheus’s hands. “Life is too short for regrets. I want to try this.”

Morpheus smiled softly.

“Come here.” You tugged on them, and kissed each of their cheeks. You smiled, lovingly at them. They matched your smile as their gaze softened. In a second, your home grew. His became ours, and theirs became yours. Your lives now forever tangled, like a cat’s cradle.

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Heyyaa!! I really love ur evan's fic and those amazing spicy smuts it's amazing hahaha i would like to make a smut drabble request about colin or kit maybee when they just got back from work and they had a hot steamy shower session together with y/n?? Im dying to read one atm HSJSJSJS thank youuu <333

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader Smut - “You’re Perfect”

a/n: I’m am simping for Colin HARD rn I can’t deal

cw: vaginal sex in the shower, oral (m receiving), FLUFF at the end, not proofread </3

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When Colin walked through the front door, he was greeted with the sound of water hitting the tiles in the ensuite bathroom. He'd had a long day on the job, the new case he'd been assigned occupying almost all of his thoughts. He'd barely had time to see you over the past couple of weeks, his time mainly dedicated to working overtime in the office.

He was tired, and feeling trapped, but the mere thought of you naked, with the warm water cascading down your body set him free.

He ran a hand over his face, ruffling his hair as he set down his laptop bag on the kitchen counter. He navigated over to your shared bathroom, kicking off his work shoes and unbuckling the belt that held up his slacks.

Working at the zipper, he tugged them down his legs. His button down was next to go, and soon, he was left standing in just his socks and boxers. He crept towards the bathroom door, heading the soft hum of your voice to a tune he wasn't familiar with. It was beautiful either way.

Pushing the door open, he stood on the other side of the shower curtain, taking off the remainder of his clothes and suddenly tugging it open.

Your heart jumped out of your chest, a scream leaving your lips at the sudden motion of the shower curtain. You watch in shock as Colin covers his mouth with his hands, trying to stifle a laugh.

"What the fuck Col!" You shriek, reaching forward to leave aight slap on his chest as he stepped over the hob and into the shower.

"Sorry baby," he breathed out, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his chest. He was suddenly warmed by the shower, making all the tense muscles in his shoulders relax. You sighed and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, resting your ear on his chest as you both stood under the soft persistent fall of the water.

"This is nice," you say, leaving a kiss on his bare chest, looking up at him through your dark lashes. You had really felt the weight of Colin not being around as often, and as a result, had missed him and his affection immensely.

"I've missed you," he murmured, not being able to contain his urge to kiss you anymore and closing the gap between your lips.

Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers toying with the hairs that grew from his nape. He kissed you like it was your last day on earth, pushing you up against the shower wall with his body as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

He craved to feel you, after his long day, seeing the way your chest curved into your perfect breasts, beaded with drops of water and the way your ass jiggled from behind drove him absolutely crazy. He was so infatuated with you, and he was adamant to show you that.

Colin's tongue skimmed over your bottom lip, your stomach erupting into a swarm of butterflies as he entered your mouth, exploring every part of it. You moaned softly against his lips, suddenly feeling his engorged cock press up against your stomach. You could tell he was trying to build some kind of friction against you, grinding his hips slowly as his kisses got sloppier.

He pulled away, slightly out of breath. You smiled at him with a plan in mind, dropping to your knees in front of him and taking his throbbing cock in your hand, veiny and pink, you couldn't wait to take it in your mouth.

Looking up at Colin, you maintained eye contact, sliding your tongue over the slit, before taking the whole tip in your mouth. Colin let out a low moan, his fingers tangling in your hair as his bottom lip wedged between his perfect teeth. He looked so undeniably good, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, his torso flexed, his muscles prominent. You began to work your hand and your mouth in sync, up and down his hard length, pleasuring your boyfriend the best way you could with your mouth.

He marvelled at the way you looked beneath him, sucking in a deep breath as you took his whole length in your mouth. It hit the back of your throat, making you gag. He only liked that more, forcing your head to stay out with the push of his hands. Your eyes looked up at him in desperation to breathe, and just like that, he let you.

"You're such a good girl," Colin breathed out, helping you up with both his hands tucked under your armpits. He couldn't wait to bury his cock in the depths of your sopping cunt just to hear the pretty moans escape your lips.

"Col-" you whimpered, as he pushed your chest against the cold tile and spread your legs apart with his hands. He was never usually so rough, or dominant, but today he was feeling and acting different, maybe it was the stress he was feeling, but nothing had ever turned you on more.

Colin said nothing, running his wet fingers between your folds, just out of the water enough so your arousal wouldn't wash away. The pad of his thumb ran over your clit, making you shudder under his touch.

He was breathing heavy as he inserted two fingers into your dripping cunt. He rested his forehead on your shoulder blade as he worked them at a steady pace in and out of you, utterly captivated by how good you felt.

“So ready for me already,” Colin groaned between your small moans, as you arched your back and slid your wet cheeks across his erection. His fingers left you promptly, soon to be replaced with his cock.

He didn’t take a moment to let you adjust to his size, his hands on either side of your head as he pushed inside you, bottoming out almost immediately.

“Fuck!” He yelled, kissing your shoulder gently as you pulsed around him blissfully.

There was something about this position that had your legs already shaking under you, and you knew it wouldn’t take you long to cum. As Colin snapped his hips, he punctuated each thrust with a throaty groan, reaching around to slide his fingers back over your engorged clit. You could almost feel as the blood rushed to your centre.

“Just like that baby, oh my god,” you pined, hearing and feeling every slap of his groin against your backside.

His other hand held your hip in a tight grip, almost kneading the skin there as he picked up his already rampant pace, sending you over the edge. You gushed around him, moaning his name almost as loud as you could muster as he toyed with your sensitive bundle of nerves in a delicate pinch between his fingers through your sweet release.

“That’s it baby- oh fuck I’m cumming,” Colin groaned, both his hands tight on your hips as he pulled you up and down his length, rutting his length deep inside you. Sensitive, your eyes clenched tight, biting on your bottom lip and trying not to scream again.

He came shortly after, “oh fuck fuck fuck, holy shit”, releasing his load all the way inside you.

Colin pulled out, his cum trickling down your inner thighs and onto the tiled floor in an viscous mess. He turned you around, panting to try and gain his breath back as you glanced up at him, a satisfied and fucked out smile across your face.

“You take me so well,” Colin praised, brushing the back of his forefinger across your cheek before leaning down to capture your lips in another soft, more adoringly, kiss.

“Just what we needed,” you reply, holding his strong jaw between your hands and planting a kiss on the tip on his nose, almost right over his freckle.

You washed up, massaging Colin’s scalp as you washed his hair. He felt like he was in paradise, his eyes closing as he relaxed under your touch.

“I can stand here all night,” he murmured, as you rinsed his hair, turning off the running water shortly after.

“Dinner time Mr Zabel,” you teased, stepping out and wrapping a big fluffy towel around your body. Colin stared at you, totally infatuated with the woman you are as you held out a towel for him to step into. You always took such good care of him when he came home after a long day, he was nothing short of the luckiest man in the world.

“Did you cook?” He asked, but only politely, not expecting you to say yes. You nodded.

“Just before you came home, the chicken is in the oven just keeping warm,” you explained, and Colin had to resist the urge to punch the air in triumph.

“You’re perfect,” he cooed, wrapped his wet arms around you and showering your face in a multitude of kisses. You giggled, pushing him away playfully by the chest.

“I know I am,” you teased, drinking in the appearance of Colin’s toned chest, his towel hung loosely around his waist, his hair wet and spiked as he combed it in front of the mirror. You were so grateful to be with the sexiest, most hardworking, kindest man alive, and times like this only reminded you of that. Quality time.

“Good,” he replied, walking into your shared bedroom and changing into a pair of sweats.

“I think I might wanna go again later,” you suggested, his sweatpants hanging just as low as his towel had you feeling all hot again.

“Makes two of us,” he gave another kiss to your forehead, “I’ll go set out dinner, thank you for cooking, I was really craving your chicken.”

Nothing could make you more in love with this man, or make him more perfect.

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daddycassie · 28 days

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Do you think you could write a smut fic with sub!Lucy gray and dom!fem!reader where Lucy gray is flirting with someone purely to piss the reader off so she takes her home and fucks her brains out or smth?

❤️Pure Rage❤️

Pairing: Sub! Lucy Gray Baird x Dom! Fem! Reader — 1,252 words

Warning(s): Explicit smut, possessive/jealous reader, Lucy gray is honestly a little shit, degrading, use of a strap, teasing/edging, multiple organisms, organism denial, mention of drunks, biting, rough sex

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That’s what you felt. Staring across the bar. You knew what she was doing — she wanted you jealous, protective and angry. She wanted your attention and goddamn, it was working way too well in her favor.

You watch them slowly lean closer to each other, Lucy Gray’s dark eyes gazing deeply into yours rather then that strange man she insisted on being so close to. When his hand brushes her arm and tilts her chin up it’s suddenly way too much. You see red as you stalk over to the pair menacing fists clenched and shaking. Lucy Gray grins and the man follows her eyes to you.

You watch with a certain sadistic satisfaction as he pales and cowers away into the mass of drunks. Lucy Gray opens her mouth to speak but before anything can get out she’s being pulled out of The Hob by none other then you. The moment you’re out you want to shove her against the brick wall and squeeze her, bite her, fuck her. The peacekeepers around prevent you from such public harlotry, so you begin dragging her home by the hand.

“Ya sure seem mad darlin’.” Lucy Gray purrs to you teasingly. You grit your teeth. “Shut your mouth.” Lucy Gray smirks. “Make me.” You chuckle darkly. This little brat.

You unlock the door to your shared house and shove her inside. Your lover stumbles forward before looking back at you in shock. “What? Expected princess treatment?” She pouts. “You’re meant to carry me inside.” You step into the house. Assuring to shut and lock the door after you. Lucy Gray’s all yours now. She couldn’t get away, nowhere to run, no one to stop you.

You look down at her and imagine rutting your big strap into her tight little—

“Not after that little stunt you pulled.” You speak, subtly sifting through your belongings, all held in a large wooden box. Your girlfriend frowns quietly, clearly frustrated with the lack of attention you give her despite her great effort — she didn’t even like that guy after all. Lucy Gray walks into the kitchen area as you take the strap out of the box. Your gaze follows her as she leans on the counter with a heavy sigh.

In moments you’re behind her. She glances back, sensing your presence but you’re quick. You grab hold of her and rearrange her position. You bend her over the counter’s surface and force her legs to spread, pressing her body down against the wood with your own. Her breath quickens and she squirms against you, trapped.

You grip her tightly, making her stay in place as you undress her. Her high pitched, hot whine only riles you up further and you tear the cloth from her body. Lucy Gray moans under you. You remove your own clothes, and slowly, torturously put on the strap.

From the way she starts wriggling more desperately you can tell she knows what you’re doing. You run your hands over her breasts, down to her hips trying to hold yourself back as she looks back at you with wide, pretty eyes. Leaning close to her ear you whisper, “Is this what you wanted you little slut?” Lucy Gray screws her eyes shut and leans her forehead against the surface beneath her.

Hesitantly, she nods, mouthing a ‘please’ to you. “Are you gonna be good for me? Not a damn brat?”She nods again, more eagerly. “Good, that’s my girl.” Your words arouse you both, Lucy Gray releasing a heated, shaky breath from under your weight. Your girl. Not some guy at the Hob’s. Yours, and you both liked it that way.

Taking your time you slip your girlfriend’s underwear down below the sharp dip of her hips. They were bony from the struggles of district 12 — her weight was a concern to you both. Far too malnourished. You’d make sure to cook her something nice to eat later.

Lucy Gray whines again at your teasing on her bare skin. You bite her neck and tug her underwear down the rest of the way. She gasps, but it’s quick to melt into a moan when you press the strap between her legs.

“Y/n.” She mewls, “Please. Don’t tease me. It feels s’good.” You run the length through her achingly wet folds. Distantly you hear her whimpers and you slide it back and forth. The sounds of her desire make you want to tease her further, but that’s what your lover would expect.

With a wet slam, you thrust into her sensitivity. Lucy Gray cries out, so you make her spread further as you set an unrelenting, rough pace. She looks back at you with lustful teary eyes. Begging, just begging for more. You smirk and slowly halt, hilted inside her.

Lucy Gray groan and her legs tremble. “You’re so desperate. Whoring around for my attention.” The brunette glares at you and begins to speak, but you kindly shut her up with a circular grinding motion. Her eyes lull back and she squeezes tightly around the toy. Lucy Gray’s moans are enough to drive your hips faster. You wrap one arm around her waist and start teasing her throbbing clit with the other.

Quickly, you drive a new, deeper pace, thrusting slowly to push your lover to the brink before stopping in favor of pinching her intimacy. Lucy Gray whimpers all the while and sobs in pure sexual frustration. You watch her try to press back, attempting to fuck herself on your strap. “Please.” She whines again, “Don’t do this to me, I need it.”

The power you hold over her is pleasing and makes your mind feel terribly fuzzy. You’re clouded with the need to pound her over and over. To make her feel good. You stuff the strap back into her cunt and she moans louder. The moment you speed up you know she’ll finish.

With a deep breath you go faster, ramming into her while thumbing her clit. Lucy Gray’s whimpers and whines make your heart pound. You lean down to the side of her neck to give her a few kisses. Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes roll back further. The tight tugging on the strap indicates how close she is.

When you bite her she jerks, writhing and screaming with pleasure. You speed up further to prolong and heighten the release. ‘Mine mine mine’ echos through your head like a broken record, or a chanted prayer to your beloved. She may have finished multiple times by the time you stopped but it was hard to tell since you felt so foggy.

It wasn’t like you could ask either, Lucy Gray’s voice had been reduced to whimpers. Your lover’s legs had long since given out, so you supported her with that arm around her hips. You pull out, electing a final whine from the girl. You remove the toy and place it aside.

Once that’s dealt with you cup Lucy Gray’s face in your hands and caress it softly. “You did so good. I love you baby.” The words seem to bring her back to reality and she turns to you. “I love you too… that felt amazin’.” You give your girlfriend a smile and an affectionate kiss. “Don’t think I can walk though, you’ll have t’ really treat me like a princess now.”

This time, you gladly oblige. Though… as you carried her to the bed — you knew you weren’t done yet.

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runningfrom2am · 3 months

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cold nights // part sixteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

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"Hello there, Miss." Coryo grins at you, extending his arm to you to hold as you step out of your house and close the door behind you.

You pretend not to see, reaching down to retie your shoe which was already laced up perfectly. "Hi." You reply quietly, and his smile fades. You already seem in weaker spirits than you were this afternoon.

"Did you enjoy your nap?" He asks as you stand up straight again, making your way down the front path of your house to the street and he follows like a stray dog.

You turn when you reach the road, looking at him only briefly. "I did. Thank you." You mumble, unable to make extended eye contact without your heart beating out of your chest. It was hard to tell if you were awake or asleep when he was around.

"That's good." He nods, joining your side. He's there to walk you to The Hob, but he honestly was relying more on you to guide the way.

You don't say anything, walking with your arms crossed carefully, protectively across your midsection.

Coryo is worried, but he does know that you don't want to walk alone at night, so he tries to convince himself it's just that. Not him.

"You, uhm, you look nice." He tells you, taking notice of your change of clothes. It was refreshing to see you in something other than that short dress with the sewn-in shorts, though with the longer skirts you had worn today, it covered much more of your skin. Part of him missed the short dress that was now most definitely unwearable. It was your favourite, he remembered.

"Thank you." You say back, the hair on your arms pricking up from the chill that was starting to settle in. It wasn't a cold night, you didn't think, but colder than Twelve often saw in mid-August. Maybe it was just you. "You do, as well."

He laughs, and you look at him for the first time tonight. His blue eyes shine with the reflection of the sunset, and you're no longer cursing yourself for trusting him to walk you this afternoon. He wouldn't hurt you, and you knew that. Stupid dreams. Stupid nightmares. He saved you- he's the only reason you're alive today, you're certain.

"We're trying to blend in, Sejanus thought we were scaring people." He explains, laughter subsiding.

You smile at him. "I was going to say, that style doesn't feel like your own." You giggle. "But I like it."

"Why, thank you." He grins, tugging on the front of his white t-shirt as if he was adjusting a suit jacket.

Your dreams were just dreams. If he had that evil in him, could you live with it? That was what you had to figure out. Right now, though, with you, that darkness was nowhere to be seen. You were awake. You must be.

"How has Twelve been treating you so far?" You ask, suddenly self-conscious of his impression of your home as your feet crunch over the gravel path beneath you.

"Okay." Coryo shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It was hard to find someone to talk to us long enough to get a lead on where to find you."

"People tend to keep to themselves." You explain. "Also looking for me is an odd request."

"Why?"

Now it was your turn to shrug. "No one really wants to talk to me now, either." The stares you got were seemingly endless. People would stare, point, whisper, and it didn't particularly bother you, but you hated that maybe people were afraid. You feared that everyone thought the games turned you into something fragile, and they were scared of upsetting you with the wrong words or the alternative; you were a weapon ready to explode at any moment.

"That's because people are careless and cruel." Coryo replies, no hesitation behind his tone. "And they have no way of understanding... you."

"They're good people, honestly, I just-"

"I know that." He assures you, sensing your panic. "But it's not your place to prove to them who you are. Changed or not."

"Do you think I have changed?" You ask, genuinely curious despite the softness of your voice.

Coryo is quiet for a moment. "I would say no," He looks at you as you walk alongside him. "but you have, I think. There's more to you, now."

You chew on your lip, watching your steps as you pass under the streetlights.

He watches your reaction, nervous when you don't respond. "I don't mean that in a bad way." He clarifies. "To me, you're still you." He wants to tell you you're less naive, more experienced, that it will keep you safe, but he feels as though that wouldn't be the right thing to say. "But it's impossible to walk out of that arena the same person. We have that in common."

The flickering street lamps illuminate the blush on your cheeks for just a moment. "Thank you, Coryo. That means a great deal."

"Of course." He hums, walking close enough now to just brush your arm with his own.

Your heart leaps in your chest, from fear or excitement you aren't sure- but you're grateful to be able to finally hear the music coming from The Hob as you approach the rundown building.

There's nowhere else you would want to be any less than The Hob during one of Lucy Gray's shows. You loved her, The Covey, the beautiful and fun music they made together, but since you'd been home, it had been impossible to enjoy yourself there.

You didn't even try until tonight.

Your fears came true. Almost as soon as you and Coriolanus walked in, scattered eyes were on you. You could feel it like pricks in your skin. It didn't help that you were with a stranger. People were dancing, drinking, laughing, but you couldn't help but feel like the laughs were directed at you. Certainly, some staring was.

Coryo looks down at you, seeing your hands still gripped onto your own arms, holding yourself together. He wasn't great with crowds, and seemingly neither were you. His urge was to retreat to the nearest wall, and so was yours. "Let's see if we can track down Sejanus." He offers, holding his arm out behind you while he looks around.

He doesn't want to touch you for fear of making things weird, but god, would it just be so easy to slip his arm around your waist and guide you more effectively.

"There." He almost doesn't hear you over the music and the shouting surrounding you both, but he follows your finger as you point over to the bar, leaning down closer in case you speak again.

Sure enough, Sejanus is there chatting with some local guy. Coryo sighs. "I leave him for twenty minutes..." He chuckles, shaking his head. "I'll get him, are you okay to wait here?" He asks and you nod, giving him that smile of yours that he hasn't seen all night.

"Good. I'll be right back." He promises, stepping away and through the crowd to go get your friend.

You watch him go, but your attention is drawn when someone pushes past you rather abruptly which makes you jump. The girl looks at you like you're crazy, as you expected she would, so pulling yourself together again, you find an empty table by the side wall and go to sit down. This was too much for you already; you knew that before you even walked in the door, but you were just here to see your friends. Coryo would come back, Sejanus would be with him, and Lucy Gray would sing her songs while you laughed and talked like normal people do. As soon as they returned, it would be okay.

You keep your head down until you hear them bickering over the normal sounds of the bar.

"We're not here to make friends, Sejanus, we're here to-"

"No, no, I get that, but what's the harm?"

You smile at them, taking a shaky breath. "Welcome back."

"Y/N!" Sejanus grins, looking at Coryo briefly before taking the seat across from you. "Glad you could make it."

"Me too." You nod, avoiding looking at Coryo as he takes the spot standing next to you, considering there wasn't another seat.

"Here," He says, voice low in your ear as he holds a glass out to you. "Got you a drink."

"Oh, thank you." You mumble, blushing as you take it from his hand. You can't think of anything worse than being intoxicated and vulnerable in this environment, but the gesture was nice. You wouldn't deny him that.

He rests his arm on the back of your chair, leaning on it and you rest your arms on the table so you can place the glass down as you look at Sejanus. "Tell me more, what have you been up to?" You ask, desperate for some conversation to distract yourself.

"Well, we graduated." Sejanus answers, nodding toward the boy standing beside you.

"Oh, gosh, congratulations!" You smile, looking between the two of them. Coryo is stone-faced.

"I sent you an invitation." He says into the rim of his glass, looking down at you.

"Oh?" You ask, and Sejanus nods in confirmation.

"We were hoping you'd be able to make it. We were going to come get you." He explains, and Coryo lets the glass scrape against his teeth. It was his invitation that he sent, and he was the one who offered to come get you. Sejanus had nothing to do with it besides encouraging him to actually send the letter.

"I didn't- I didn't get it." You tell them honestly, brow furrowed. "I don't know if I could have... gone back, you know, but I would have at least sent a gift, or something. I am so sorry."

Coryo raises an eyebrow. "You didn't get it?" He asks, almost relieved by the idea.

"No, nothing."

"Oh. Well, nothing could be done then, I suppose." He shrugs it off. Maybe if you truly hadn't received the invite, you haven't received any of the letters he sent. Someone along the route to the address he used decided you weren't worth looking for, and that wasn't your fault. Lucy Gray had told him as much, but he trusted it more falling from your lips.

"Truly, though, I am so sorry I couldn't be there." You say, looking between the two of them with a newfound urgency. You didn't want them to resent you, especially if they thought they had been ignored. "I didn't know, honest."

"Don't worry about it." Sejanus assures you. "We didn't want to be there either."

"But I did, I would have loved to but it's just hard to get out of Twelve and I wouldn't have anywhere to stay and like I said I'm just not ready to go back but I really would have loved to be able to be there for you."

"Y/N, hey..." Coryo chuckles, leaning down again to be face-to-face with you. "We get it. We're not upset with you, I promise."

Promise. The two of you were always making promises to each other, apparently. It made you feel better and he knew that.

"O-okay..." You nod slowly, deciding now is as good a time as any to try your drink. You turn your face from him, having been just inches apart to take a sip. Beer was far from your favourite, but you were never much of a drinker anyway. You place the glass back down and smooth out your skirt over your lap, regaining your normal grin. "Well, Fortune is merry, and in this mood will give us anything."

"Very good point." Coriolanus agrees quickly, tapping his hand on the back of your chair. The smile that crosses your face when you look up at him, thinking he understood and cared to respond makes him want to collapse in on himself and sink into the floor. You deserved so much more than being elated when someone understood you, and he could give you everything if you would just trust him.

"Y/L/N, how dare you show your face here!" A voice calls you by your last name and you snap your head in their direction.

Coryo furrows his brow, watching warily as a boy about his age walks up to your table. He's ready to step in, maybe this is why you hadn't been coming- because people, boys had been harassing you. He should have seen that coming. You were beautiful, every time he looked at you it was hard to look away again- obviously, this kind of attention would be a common occurrence. He lifts his shoulders and puts down his drink, but he looks at you and you're smiling.

"Hi." You giggle, actually giggle- and it makes Coryo almost just as angry as if this random guy had just threatened you.

He leans his elbows against the table. "Been a long time since I seen you. How you been?" He asks, sipping his beer as he makes dead eye contact with you.

"Only a couple of days, River." You grin.

"Oh yeah, that's right..." He hums. "Been real interested in that book you let me borrow, you know."

"Have you?" You smile, leaning in with excitement, ready to discuss it.

Who was this guy? A friend? Something more? The way you were looking at him, the fact that you let him borrow one of your books made envy swirl in Coryo's stomach. He hated it. He clears his throat to remind you they were there before you got sucked into talking about whatever book you gave the boy.

"Oh." You look up at him. "River, this is-"

"Yeah, who are these clowns? Botherin' you?" He interrupts you, and Coryo is more peeved about that than the fact that he was just referred to as a clown.

"Not in the slightest." You hum. "These are my friends, Sejanus and Coryo. They came all the way from the Capitol just to visit me, isn't that sweet?"

"Ah..." The boy hums, standing back up and holding a hand out for Sejanus to shake before turning to Coryo as he keeps his grip on the back of your chair. "Nice to meet you both, then."

"It's Coriolanus." He corrects you as he shakes the boy's hand, squeezing it probably more than what is polite.

"Oh wow." River's eyes widen and he chuckles, looking down at you again. "You're not really the friendly type I guess. Y/N here can make friends with just about anyone, I suppose."

"River..." You frown, shaking your head at him. Coryo clenches his jaw.

"I'm sorry! Sorry, I'm not great with new people either. That's my bad." He laughs it off, patting Coryo's shoulder as he drops his hand. "Anyway, Y/N, I didn't expect to see you out and about. Holdin' up okay?"

"I'm well. Thank you." You nod, taking another sip of your drink. River was a good friend, maybe even a great one. He works with your father in the mines, he started as soon as he turned eighteen a few months before you. You've become closer since then.

"Glad to hear it." He nods at you, looking around the crowded room. He bottoms his drink, shaking it in your face. "Time for a refill so I'm gonna leave ya be, but shout if you need anything, alright sweetheart?"

"Thank you!" You call after him as he turns to walk off, winking at you.

"Sweetheart." Coryo mumbles into his glass with a slight shake of his head as he watches the boy walk away. You didn't hear him, and he wasn't sure he wanted you to.

"Who's that?" Sejanus asks. "He seems nice."

"We went to school together, now he works with my father," You explain. "but I've known him most of my life. He's very kind, just a little... outspoken. He'll always tell you what he's thinking." You chuckle, and Coryo bites his tongue.

You catch his expression of disapproval. "He didn't mean any harm, just trying to be welcoming. He was nervous, I could tell." Returning your gaze to Lucy Gray up on the stage, you smile and give her a quick wave. She smiles back, nodding at you.

"You never mentioned him." Coryo comments.

"Well, I..." You stop yourself, staring down at your lap. "I had a lot on my mind..."

"Do you know anyone else? Give us the tour." Sejanus suggests quickly, pointing around the room.

You smile, forcing yourself to ignore your worries about how Coryo is feeling. "Almost everyone, yes." You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand as you speak.

"Is that why you didn't want to come?" Coryo asks you and you look up at him again, smile faltering.

"I- It's not that I didn't want to." You answer, fidgeting now with the fabric in your lap. "I just... I don't know. It's hard to... I don't know. Everything feels so difficult these days..." You laugh nervously.

There's that word he was so afraid of. Hard. In reference to something as simple as going out and spending time with your peers- people you had clearly considered friends before the games. It seemed like another lifetime to you, he could see it in the way you so intensely watched yourself pick at your own fingernails. He wished while laying in his bed at night that you were happy here, that your life was normal, even if he couldn't be a part of it; but that was unrealistic and part of him knew that.

"It's okay." Coryo reminds you quickly. "You don't have to explain yourself to us." He smiles, trying to be reassuring. "If you want to leave we can go. Just say the word, Y/N/N."

You shake your head, looking back up at him with that same glowing smile that subtly begs him not to worry about you- but he has to. "It's completely okay." You assure him with a quick wave of your hand. "Okay, so..." You drum your fingers on the tabletop, looking around and attaching names to faces.

"That's Sienna, I went to school with her sister." You point over to a girl in a group of a few others. "And she's with Fern and Hazel, Hazel's the one with the light hair." The boy's eyes follow where you're pointing as you look over at another group. "Oh, and over with River, the taller boy next to him is Rowan." You explain. "His little brother is friends with mine. Then over there, by the stage is Billy Taupe- that's Lucy Gray's boyfriend. Kind of, they're on and off these days."

Coryo nods, trying to commit these names to memory. He didn't plan on speaking to any of them, but if you wanted to, which he doubted, he would try.

"And that's-" Your voice cuts out so quick it's as if someone had slapped a hand over your mouth when another boy walked up to join the two standing by the bar. Quickly Coryo is looking down at you again as the blood drains steadily from your face. You cough, shaking your head. "Uh, I don't really know anyone else's names." You lie.

"You okay?" Sejanus asks you and you nod, quickly grabbing your glass and taking a few large gulps, the foul taste of beer forcing its way down your throat.

"Yeah, just, I haven't seen these people in a while."

Coryo watches, jaw clenched tight as River converses with the blonde boy who just walked up to him and your other friend whose name he's already forgotten. River takes a swig from his drink, laughs as he puts the glass down on the bar, and then points over to the three of you. He was telling whoever the hell that was that you were there- and clearly you weren't keen on him.

"Let's go, yeah?" Coryo suggests quickly, abandoning his drink on the table to step in front of you. He extends his hand to help you up which you gratefully take. He could feel your hand trembling in his.

He squeezes your hand gently, still shielding you from the group of boys. You didn't need to say a word. "Sejanus, I'm going to take Y/N home, are you okay here?"

"For sure." He nods, looking worried now at the very sudden shift in your energy and Coryo's clear protectiveness. "Do you want me to come?"

"No, no. It's okay." You smile, comforted by Coryo's presence behind you. "You stay and have fun."

"Alright, well, I'll see you soon?" He smiles and you nod, but Coryo is already guiding you away.

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Hob's new girlfriend is a model. She hasn't hit it big or anything, but she's booked a few things the general public would have seen her in.

She has an upcoming lingerie shoot and she asked Hob to come with her - she's not overly worried, she has heard only good things about the shoot's photographer, D. Endless, but lingerie shoots are sometimes dodgy even with a good photographer. Even though they haven't been together for a long period of time, of course, Hob agrees to come with.

Hob had never been to a fashion photo shoot before, it was very cool -- all the hustle and bustle, and pretty clothes and people, it was amazing. Hob was trying to stay out of the way and just take it all in when this absolute Amazon of a woman, gorgeous and regal, sleek with two inches of height on Hob, just breathtaking, put a hand on his chest and in a captivating voice asked why he wasn't getting ready for the shoot, his hair and makeup should be done by now,,,,Hob opened his mouth to speak when an assistant?!? materialized from thin air and the woman shifted her hold to Hob's chin (she might have been caressing his chin cleft; Hob 😳) still staring but speaking to the assistant behind her about which of the setups she wants him in. Then she walks away.

Hob tries to tell the assistant, Matthew??, that he is not a model, and Matthew listens to him, but he says what Dream wants, Dream gets and proceeds to push Hob towards the shoots glam squad (he sees his girlfriend in passing but can't break away to talk to her). Hob is fluffed, burnished and made up --- they even style his chest hair (after Dream walked by heard they were taking about shaving it and told the squad it stays).

When Hob is finally out in front of the camera (in tiny briefs, looking hot[ter]), he sees his new obsession -- Queen Amazon, /Dream/ -- and says something to the effect of you do realize I am not a model, right.

Dream smirks and says but you clean up so well. Hob blushes. Again.

Dream puts her camera down and walks over, let me take a few shots, and you'll see....focus on me and it'll be easy....

so this is actually the story of how Hob Gadling got a new girlfriend and part time career.

YESSSS regal Queen photographer fem!Dream!!!!!! Wonderful, I love it.

The thing is, Hob is actually not very confident in his body. So being almost naked in front of a hot woman and a camera? Terrifying. Even so... Dream somehow puts him at ease. She tells the story of what she's trying convey in the photos, and Hob relaxes as he listens and tries to do what she wants from him. It ends up with Dream straddling his lap (she's so beautiful and statuesque, Hob nearly melts) and pointing the camera down at his crotch. The intensity and eroticism of the shoot, the closeness between their bodies... yeah, Hob is half hard and whimpering.

Apparently, that's what Dream likes in a man.

Hob spots his girlfriend somewhere along the line - she's standing on the other side of the huge warehouse studio, but their eyes meet. A moment of understanding passes between them, and although she looks upset, she also seems to understand. She's a free spirit artsy type too. As long as Hob sticks around for the rest of the shoot like he promised, she's happy to move on.

Dream eventually finishes with Hob and pats him gently on the head, instructing him to stick around while she finishes working. Hob does as he's told (and puts on some clothes). He has a feeling that he's going to trail around after this woman for the rest of his life. He can hardly wait.

She lets him eat her out on the couch they just used for the shoot, when everyone else has gone home. And she uses his face like it's her throne. She tells him that she can't wait to take pictures of him like this: blissful and high on her pleasure. Those pictures will be for her eyes only.

Hob is just praying that if this is a dream, he'll never have to wake up...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #gender bent dreamling

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friendship-ditch · 3 months

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Wild girl - Pt. 1 (Ended)

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: While out in the woods, you see a girl, and then you see her again, and again. She’s not the friendliest of the bunch but you can’t help your fascination with her

Warnings: None! This is an interactive story—the poll at the bottom will be open for a week and will choose the direction of the next part! <3

(If the name says ongoing, voting is still happening btw)

Word Count: 1856

Spring in the Seam often came and went in the blink of an eye, over the span of multiple months. Some days it would be warm enough to take a dip in the small creek in the woods, and others it would be snowing.

Most people took advantage of the warmth and hid away in the cold, and you were no different.

Today was one of the warmer ones.

You had a small to-do list, mostly of errands and a reminder to grab dinner at the Hob. You dressed quickly in light clothing, grabbed your basket, and then headed to the outline of the woods.

Money was hard to come by living as a teenager on your own but you found a few ways to make a quick buck; selling herbs to the town's few medics, harvesting fruit when it was warm enough, and babysitting… but after your last experience, you weren’t sure you planned on doing that again.

The trees rustled with a fresh breeze and the birds sang their morning song. You approached the fence boarding you off from the woods, looked around to make sure nobody was watching–though it was no secret–and then climbed through the broken electric wires.

Around the edge of the forest, the mushy ground was bustling with plants full of green leaves and healing roots. You picked them eagerly, piling them into your basket until the woven edges were overflowing.

Normally you wouldn’t be so greedy but the clouds foretold of a heavy snowstorm coming soon and you didn’t want to waste anything that would die beneath the sheet of white.

As you picked as much as you could, you thought you heard a noise from within the woods. You stiffened and held your breath. The consequences for being caught in the woods by an ill-meaning Peacekeeper were not something you’d ever want to experience.

Finally, in the distance, you saw a shape. Your first thought was a deer but they never came to this part of the woods. Maybe a pheasant?

Curiosity getting the best of you, you quietly followed the noise.

You came to a small clearing where your eyes fell upon the most unexpected thing.

She was tall. Her dark hair was in a quickly thrown together braid. In her hands was a homemade bow, the string hitched to an arrow.

You couldn’t see her face but slowly lowered down behind some brush to watch.

With ease, she let the arrow fly into the head of a small rabbit and killed it on impact. You watched silently, half appalled and half amazed.

The girl removed her arrow from her prey. She wrapped it up in some cloth and then stood.

At the same time, you stood too.

She must’ve heard you because her head whirled towards you. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were a soft gray, almost blue. Her face was gentle, even with the splatter of mud on her cheek. She was a girl of wild beauty. She stood and stared at you for only a second, then turned and scampered away into the woods.

“Wait!” You called softly but your voice got stuck in your throat and the only thing that came out was a squeak. You’d seen her before but couldn’t remember her name.

What did it matter? This girl was gone.

After recovering from your surprise encounter, collecting herbs and roots, you checked your secret little orchard for bearings of fruits but returned empty handed. It was probably too early but worth checking anyway.

The Hob was your next stop.

The market seemed even more crowded than usual. Everyone was hoping to buy some smuggled seeds while they were cheap, or get a quick and easy dinner of whatever kind of illegal meat one of the hunters brought in from the woods. It was loud and overwhelming.

You stuck to the outside of the place, eyes narrowed and flicking from person to person, stand to stand.

When you eventually made your way to your usual medic stand, you set down most of your herbs on the table. “These are fresh, no rot.” You said. Usually you were the first there and got a few extra coins but today you had to wait in line, the worth would’ve gone down.

The young man working the table studied your plants for a moment and then nodded. He never spoke to you although you saw him quite often. To you, he was ‘herb guy,’ and to him… who knows what you were.

He gave you a hefty bunch of coins with a small smile that you returned with ease. You had a feeling you were one of his favorites.

As you were turning to leave, somebody ran right into your shoulder. You nearly tumbled over from the force and let out a grunt.

“Hey!” You exclaimed once you studied yourself. You brushed your shirt off, looking around for who caused the collision.

She grunted softly and jumped back in surprise. Her eyebrows were firm and straight and so were her lips, eyes wide, then they darkened as if a look of recognition came over them.

It was the same girl from before.

You stood, staring at her speechless. You were making a fool of yourself and you knew it.

She seemed to notice it too and huffed. “Watch where you’re going.” She muttered, as if blaming you for the collision. Then she stalked off into the crowd, the rabbit now being replaced with a loaf of bread.

You remembered her name the second she vanished.

Katniss Everdeen.

The two of you had never… formally met, but you knew of her as… hopefully she did you? You had most of your classes together growing up and once dreamed of being her friend but she shut down the opportunities before they even presented themselves.

You hardly saw her around as often once her father died, assuming she focused more on her family than anything else.

Speaking of her family… you were supposed to meet her younger sister Primrose to trade some herbs for some cheese! She left earlier than the others did in the Hob so you’d have to hurry if you wanted to catch her.

You looked for the last time at where Katniss had been standing though the spot was now empty. You felt a little angry that she’d nearly mauled you over and you almost wanted to find her just to scold her but you knew it was best to let it go. You turned and made a dash for the other side of the hob.

Prim’s stand was empty when you got to it. She must’ve left by now, a few crumbs of cheese still on the table.

You left the Hob and decided since the Everdeen’s lived quite close to you, you could just… go over?

When you knocked on the door, you were half expecting to receive no response, but the door cracked open, then opened the rest of the way.

Primrose looked up at you with a surprised smile.

“Y/n?” She tilted her head with childlike confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you at the Hob, and I figured you and your mother would want to have these.” You pulled the remaining bundles of herbs out of your basket and held them out to her.

Prim’s eyes lit up with shocked joy. She took the herbs gingerly and grinned at you. “Thank you! I have your cheese still, just wait right here.” Then she darted off into the house.

You stood on the small, old porch and looked around. The wood was creaky and rotting in a few places. There was a small chair on the porch and–

Clank.

You spun around on your heels, startled by the sound. You slowly lifted your gaze from some dirty boots, up a body, and then to a face; Katniss’s face. And she did not look pleased.

“Are you following me?” Her voice was calm but cold, just as her eyes. She was holding the loaf of bread tucked under her arm and had also picked up some fruit.

You hesitated. This did look… suspicious.

“Actually, I think you’re following me.” You responded, trying to one up her. You were still a little pissed at how she bowled you over earlier.

Her nostrils flared and she stepped up onto the porch. Now beside you, you could tell she was definitely a few inches taller, not to mention stronger. You took a hesitant step back as her eyebrows furrowed into a glare.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

Just then, your savior, Primrose, returned with some cheese wrapped in a dainty cloth. She smiled up at you and handed you the cheese in exchange for your herbs.

Katniss eyed the exchange with suspicion, though she said nothing.

“Thank you, Prim.” You thanked the young girl and placed the cheese into your basket. She returned your thanks and then you left, eager to get out of Katniss’s piercing view that followed you until there was a house between the two of you.

Your home was quiet yet cozy when you returned, the last remnants of frost melting off your windows and a stack of wood sat by the fireplace. You dropped off your purchases on the counter and tried to focus on dinner, but something–no, someone else was on your mind.

In fact, she was on your mind so long that you dreamt about her, not that you’d ever admit it. This girl was… prickly, reserved, and clearly wanted nothing to do with you, but you couldn’t shake those cold gray eyes and the idea that maybe you could help warm them up. She was fascinating and you wanted to know more.

The next day, when you returned to the woods to squeeze out the last bit of money you could get from selling herbs, you weren’t sure if you were lucky or had the worst luck in the world as she was there once again.

Katniss stood further in the woods on the trail of a deer. Her hair was in a braid again and she’d traded out her leather jacket for a lighter, worn wool one.

She stalked the deer without knowing of your presence. She stood still for only a second, and then began to follow her unaware prey away from you.

You stood still, watching her. Your mind told you to ignore her, to finish what you came out here to do and maybe get an early bonus for selling herbs so early. Plus, if you were lucky, you could run into her at the Hob and maybe strike a conversation there…

…but your heart was practically climbing out of your chest to follow her itself. Maybe she’d be more willing to talk to you in the woods, maybe you could even help her hunt. Maybe you were wandering off into dreamland a little too far but there was nothing wrong with a little bit of hope.

You looked up again and Katniss was already beginning to follow the deer. You’d have to decide fast…

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

#guys I’m so excited for this you wouldn’t believe it #make sure to vote! yall control this story #the hunger games #catching fire #the mockingjay #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x you #x reader #interactive story

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the-kr8tor · 8 months

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Woven Wheel

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Tags: use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), Hobie is taller than the reader, CW food, FLUFF.

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CHAPTER 5 >>> CHAPTER 6

You sit on Hobie's rickety chair, on your lap is his emerald bed sheet, your hands expertly stitch together the large hole on the side of the cloth. Eyes glued to what you're doing, you don't notice Hobie's piercing gaze.

He's crouched over to the other side of the room, fixing the wiring of his answering machine. Hobie watches your cherry earrings sway as you move your head to the side to inspect your handiwork. The bags under your eyes are more prominent than the last time he saw you. He sighs, fingers wrapping around the wiring of his answering machine.

Hobie should've been more persuasive at telling you to stay home and get some much needed rest. But you being you, you won the argument, telling him that it'll be your place too once you graduate so you should come over and help with the cleaning and fixing. With that you already won, but then you added the fact that he already used a ticket from your favour card. Rolling your eyes through the payphone's receiver as if he can see you, you tell him that you always keep to your word. He relents, the only thing he can do now is to make sure you don't get too tired, opting to give you the easiest job, even if he means he has to do more.

So here you are sitting in his sparse living room, mending his bedsheet, watching as James walks over to you. You smile politely to the blonde, making small talk.

"You're gonna burn a hole right through her" Ned appears out of nowhere, whispering right in Hobie's ear.

Hobie pushes him off, Ned cackles at his annoyed reaction. "Fucker"

"You look like a lovesick teen, just go fuckin' tell her, you idiot" Ned sits down to Hobie's level, whispering to him. "Seriously, go do it before someone else does" as Ned says this, you laugh at something James said, the blonde smiles sheepishly at you. "Also I need to see you two finally get together before I leave. I deserve that much after watching you two yearn for each other the entire time I've known you lot"

Hobie frowns at what Ned says, fingers twisting the wiring in his hands faster, he jumps when a sudden jolt of electricity shocks him, the wiring falling from his hand "Fuck!" He yells, holding and shaking his hands.

You perk up, attuned to his scream of pain, stopping mid conversation. "You okay, Hobs?" Handing the linen to James, speed walking the small distance towards Hobie's crouched form. "The hell did you do?" Crouching down, you hold his hands gingerly, massaging his calloused fingers. Probably the opposite of what you should do when somebody gets electrocuted.

"I'm okay, just a shock is all" Hobie stares at your hands gingerly holding his. You nod, still a little concerned.

Ned chuckles, Hobie stares daggers at his friend, shutting him up, a faint smirk staying on his lips. "Maybe you should let Yuri do that, she's good with that kind of stuff" Ned teases Hobie more.

"Let me do what?" Yuri enters the boat, a large box in her hands.

"I have it," Hobie grumbles.

You stand up, dropping Hobie's hands on his side, "oh, let me help you with that"

Ned stops you before you could get your hands over to the box. "Got it, y/n"

"I got it" Yuri lightly shoves Ned away, "I'm not a damsel in distress" she walks towards the pile of boxes on the side of the boat, dropping the large box next to the pile, "see, no sweat"

"When's lunch?" James pipes up, still holding Hobie's bedsheet.

"Mate, you barely did anything" Ned scrunches his nose, "you're right though, when's lunch, Hobie?"

You laugh, Yuri rolls her eyes, a ghost of a smile on her red lips.

"Bunch of leeches, the lot of you" he murmurs. Tapping you on your arm, "what do you want?" Hobie asks you.

"Pizza or fish and chips" Ned says before you could answer, a teasing smile on his lips.

"I asked her not you" Hobie huffs.

"I second that," James agrees, pointing at Ned.

"A coke too," Yuri adds.

"Christ" Hobie places his hands over his hips, "you good with either?" He turns his head towards you.

"A large coke for me, please" you add to the teasing.

"I expected better from you" Hobie narrows his eyes, you giggle at his expression.

—

The chair creaks from under you, finishing the last stitches on the bed sheet, you try to make conversation with Yuri. She sorts through the various boxes for some utensils to eat with. The men left a few minutes ago to buy lunch, leaving you and Yuri inside the Houseboat.

"So what are you gonna study?" You break the silence.

"Getting right to the point, huh?" Yuri teases but you take it too seriously, eyes widening, afraid that you might've offended her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean–"

"I was joking," Yuri stops her perusal of boxes, now looking straight at you with her piercing gaze, "you can ask" she chuckles, "seriously, don't apologize"

"Oh, okay, sorr–" Yuri raises a sharp brow, you backtrack, suddenly nervous from her stare, "right, so um, what are you gonna study?"

Yuri smiles, "Architecture, I know, it's a surprise, huh?" She gestures towards her dark clothes, combat boots and spiked denim jacket.

"Kind of? I mean look at me, do I look like a fashion student?" Gesturing towards your not so plain clothes, but still pretty tame from what you used to wear back in the day. You opted for a pair of bell bottomed jeans instead of your usual straight cut denim, your long sleeved blouse rustles slightly when a draft blows in. The detailed design of hummingbirds stitched on the collar of your shirt practically comes alive every time you turn your head. You're slowly trying to ease back to your usual self, following Danny's advice. And it actually works since you had a major breakthrough with your design a few nights ago. You're keeping it a secret, a little surprise for your model.

"You're a fashion student?!" She feigns surprise.

Chuckling, you see why her and Hobie are friends.

"I joke" Yuri winks, "I stopped tryin' to blend in a looong time ago" she crosses the small threshold, sitting in front of you on an equally rickety chair, "you look different, they stare, you look plain, they whisper. You can't bloody win. Might as well be myself out of spite, right?" she lifts her leg to cross it over the other. "Così va il mondo'' she sighs.

"Such is life" you translate, Yuri smirks, eyes twinkling.

"I see why Hobie likes you so much," she leans on the wooden table, elbows propped up, hand holding her chin. "You're not just pretty, but smart too, huh?"

Smiling genuinely at her, you take note of her freckles, dotting her face like stars, her septum piercing glinting in the low light of the lamp you've placed on the table.

The door to the houseboat swings open, the boys' bickering slices the silence inside the boat.

"Fuckin' told you to hold it on its side!" Hobie argues with James.

"I did! It slid down! I can't control gravity, Hobie!" James retaliates.

Ned enters the space first, he looks so out of it, face frowning, exasperated at his two companions. He holds a liter of coke in his hand, the other a plastic bag of something hot inside.

Yuri side eyes you, shaking her head at the men arguing, you chuckle. She stands up reluctantly, going towards the pile of boxes to take out the utensils.

You follow her lead, walking to meet halfway with the tired Ned. He hands you the bottle of coke.

"I feel like I've aged ten bloody years"

You chuckle, helping Ned place the food on the wobbly table.

"Wait, place it on the floor, that table's not stable enough" Hobie stops you, grabbing the soda bottle from your hands, he juggles it in between the paper bag he's carrying.

"I got it, Hobie" you take the bottle from his hand, " 's not that heavy, you're already carrying too much"

"Where do we eat then, doofus?" Yuri asks the question that's on everyone's mind, she holds plates of various sizes in her hands, mismatched spoons and forks placed on top of the ceramic, in her other hand are mugs, hanging precariously on her ring clad fingers.

"Well, idiot," Hobie retaliates, "the floor is your best friend" He sits down on the newly polished floor, the wood gleaming in all its glory. The paper bag almost spills over when he sits down, grabbing the top of the bag before the contents decorate the clean floors.

"The chips!" James dramatically yells.

"They're fine!" Hobie clicks his tongue, he taps the floor next to him. "Right here, y/n" he softened up when he said your name.

You don't waste a second to cross the space, dropping down next to him. You sit criss crossed, cradling the liter bottle like a baby.

"You need a dining table or at least a settee that doesn't give you tetanus when the spring pokes you" Ned unceremoniously sits down, adjacent to you, he yelps when hot oil singes his finger. "Where else are we gonna sit?" He licks the oil off his red fingertip.

"You gonna buy me one, Neddy?" Hobie gives you a box full of chips, you give him a small 'thank you'.

"I'll buy you one if you actually do what we discussed earlier" Ned replies. Hobie narrows his eyes, non-verbally telling him to shut up.

You look at Ned quizzically, he shrugs, handing everyone their share of fried fish. Your stomach grumbles at the sight. Everyone sits in a circle, the pizza box and soda lays in the middle of the group.

Yuri snorts, knowing what he meant. James opens the pizza box, the savory smell coating the small space. He quickly grabs a slice, gobbling it down.

"Bloody hell, use a plate at least. Were you raised in a barn?" Yuri grimaces, handing James a plate. He nods a thank you, mouth full of dough. "Here you go, love" she hands you a couple of plates and utensils.

"Thanks,Yuri" You hand the spare utensils to Hobie, Leaning forward to grab a slice.

"What's all this? You two best mates now?" Hobie asks, biting off a chip.

"You jealous? We're just lookin' out for each other. Ain't that right, sweets?" Yuri winks at you. You stop chewing for a hot second.

Ned guffaws while James laughs with a mouthful of cheese and sauce. Hobie rolls his eyes, handing you his makeshift glass so you could pour him a drink.

You pour him one while Hobie casually rolls your sleeves up to your elbows so you don't splash soda on it. The fizz rises up towards the edge of the mug. "It's not that cold anymore"

"I'll manage" Hobie thanks you by tapping his mug towards yours, it clinks when they meet.

"Best fish and chips in town, fuck I'm gonna miss this" Ned says.

"They have fish and chips in Richmond," Yuri scoffs, biting into the doughy pizza.

"I know they have fish and chips! But not this fish and chips" he shows his plate like a commercial, hand gesturing around his plate.

"They literally all taste the same" James quips, hand reaching for tissues.

"They would taste the same for you because you don't stop to actually taste it" Ned rebukes.

Their banter fades in the background as Hobie scooches next to you, legs kissing yours, "you want my slice?"

"Hmm? You don't like it?" You lean further into him, "is it the cheese?"

"Nah, I just don't like it" he leans towards you, further closing the already small distance, breath mixing in with yours. "It's too.." he tries to find the right word to describe it, "..gooey for me"

You snort at his choice of word "hehehe say it again"

"What's so funny about 'gooey'?"

"You saying 'gooey', big punk Hobie saying gooey is funny" you take the pizza from his plate, taking a bite from it. "Oh, you're right, it is gooey"

"Doughy, fuck that's the word I was looking for"

You giggle, "I think 'doughy' has the same effect as 'gooey'"

"You're very funny" Hobie stops for a second, unabashedly staring at your lips, he brings his thumb over to it, wiping at the corner of your mouth. You don't have time to react, freezing into place. "Sorry, you got sauce on it" he continues wiping, thumb grazing your lower lip. You stare at him, eyes wide, breath hitching in your throat. "Got it"

You clear your throat, "Thanks"

"Oi lovebirds!" Ned whistles to get your attention, Hobie glares at Ned.

"We're not dogs, what the hell do you want?"

"Pass me the hot sauce" Ned points at the packets near your crossed legs.

Hobie scoffs, tossing Ned the packets. It bounces off Ned's mug, almost falling inside his drink. Ned flips Hobie the bird as a thank you. Hobie lovingly answers the same.

The group munches on their food quietly for a few minutes, you relish in the peace. Until James burps. Yuri scrunches her nose, you hide your giggle with a bite of your lip.

"So, what are you planning on doing after you graduate?" Yuri bravely asks, her utensils clinking on the plate as she finishes eating.

"Getting right to the point, huh?" You tilt your head at Yuri, copying the words she uttered a few minutes ago.

Yuri smiles, "aye, you got me there"

Hobie watches the interaction, glad that you made friends with Yuri.

"Well there's this fashion house where an old friend of mine works at, that would be nice working with him. And it's right here in London so I don't have to go far" you wipe your fingers with a napkin.

"Think big, y/n! What's your ultimate goal?" Yuri pats your knee.

"She's right, go big or go home, eh?" Ned chides in.

"You guys are laying it on me, huh?" You shyly say.

"My da applied to the biggest radio station in London when he was younger, he never thought he'd even get accepted! Now look at him, the most famous radio host in the country!" James adds in the conversation.

"Wait, who's your dad?" Hobie asks.

"JJJ" James answers, huffing his chest in pride.

You all look at him surprised, Hobie slowly turns to look at you, mirroring the same expression.

"What the fuck? You're just gonna drop that insane lore just like that?" Ned looks at James, shocked.

"Yeah, and you know what?" James shifts in his seat, hand curling around his drink. "I'm not even gonna elaborate" he snickers, drinking loudly from his mug.

"I see the resemblance" you lean a bit to look at James closely.

"Yeah, just tape a mustache on him and he's a carbon copy" Hobie agrees.

"Let's shut the fuck up about him, yeah?" Yuri cuts in, James softly mumbles out a 'hey'. "You don't even want to tell us" Yuri points a finger in James' direction. "Let's go back to the topic at hand, y/n, what do you want to do after graduation?"

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," Hobie places his chin on your shoulder, comforting you.

"Aye, you don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable telling us. I mean I am asking what your hopes and dreams are. It's a tall order." Yuri tells you.

"It's fine, really" you smile bashfully, "I– there's a fashion house in Paris, that I've been dreaming of working at since I was a kid. I guess that's what I want to do after." You fiddle with your thumbs.

Hobie watches the twinkle in your eyes, he smiles sadly at the prospect of you moving so far away from him, but he can't help but feel proud. He sighs, avoiding looking at your face, instead he stares at your discarded plate.

"Now that's the answer I was lookin' for"

"Thought you wanted to model?" James asks, looking confused in your direction. You tilt your head to ask him what he meant. "You two did go to a runway show, I thought it's because you wanted to model or something"

"Oh, that was for research" you answer.

Ned snorts "can't imagine Hobie at a runway show, especially him walking down on it" Ned shields his face with his arms when Hobie throws him another packet of sauce, this time aiming right for his face. It bounces off harmlessly, Ned sticks his tongue out. Hobie mumbles out a 'child', glaring at his friend.

"Mate, show us your runway walk!" James stands up, posing exaggeratedly.

"You first" Hobie lifts his head off your shoulder.

"I asked you first!"

"You asked for jack shit, fuck off" Hobie says flatly. You laugh at them both.

"Yeah, Hobie he did ask you first" Yuri grabs her plate to put in the sink.

"Why don't you do it then?" Hobie raises a pierced brow.

"Sure, If everyone does it" she leans casually on the kitchen island, a towel over her shoulder. "What do you say? You up for a little modeling?" Yuri smirks at you.

"Uh, no thank you" you stand up grabbing yours and Hobie's plates.

"I'll do it, I've got the physic for it" Ned stands up, cleaning up his station. "Let's clean this up, so we have the space"

"Let's goooo!" James grabs his dirty plates, quickly putting it in the sink.

"I've never seen him clean that fast" Hobie whispers to you, taking the plates from your hands. You smile at him, crouching down to take the empty mugs from the floor.

Once the floor gets cleaned (again) James hypes himself up, getting ready to walk. You grab your digital camera from your bag. Maybe if you assign yourself as the photographer they wouldn't notice you not walking with them.

You don't know if it's the sugar high from the soda or James' instigation but whatever it is they all comply. Yuri has a rare grin on her face, Ned punches Hobie's arm while he laughs loudly. James jumps up and down excitedly.

Hobie chuckles when you show him the camera, "go get a good angle of me"

"That's going to be hard" you tease. Hobie elbows your side lightly. Walking to the front of the 'runway', you crouch down for the best angle to take their pictures.

"Alright James! Go" Ned pats James' back.

James walks dramatically, hips swaying from side to side. Once he reaches you, he pouts, exaggerated. Pointing at the camera.

The flash goes off, James nods appreciatively, walking back to the rest of the group. Ned is up next, walking casually. He flips the bird at the camera. You laugh loudly, music to Hobie's ears. He's glad their shenanigans are making you laugh.

Yuri walks like she owns the place, hand on her waist, striking a pose at the end. She pauses for a second so you could take her picture, Yuri throws you a 'rock on sign' with her hand, it shows clearly in the grainy screen. She walks back to the laughing group.

Yuri grabs Hobie's shoulders, shaking him. "Your turn, Hobart!" She chuckles deeply, pushing him towards the starting position, "you better strike a bloody pose or you'll have to do it again!" The other two laugh at Yuri's teasing.

Hobie huffs, walking normally towards you. The instigators yell at him to do it properly.

"Hobie, you fucker! That's not how a proper model walks!" Ned exclaims.

He stops in front of you, the flash goes off, as you laugh at the picture you've taken. Hobie lifts you easily by your arm. You stand up, grinning at him.

"What are you doing?" You say, chuckling.

"You think you could escape? You gotta walk with me" Hobie throws his arm around your shoulder, cackling loudly.

You try to wiggle out of his hold. "Nooo!" Your smile betrays you as you try to hopelessly push him away. Yuri takes the camera from your hand, angling it to take numerous pictures of you two.

You laugh loudly as Hobie imitates (as best as he could) how a model walks, with you in his arms. The flash goes off in tandem with your strides, making it look like you're on an actual runway.

"Love it!" James cheers you on.

"Work it!" Ned adds, clapping his hands.

You stop at the end, grinning from ear to ear. Yuri keeps taking pictures, you're sure it's gonna run out of space soon enough, but it's well worth it. Hobie bends at his waist, grabbing the back of your knees, his other hand slides to your back, looping his arm across it, pulling you to his chest, lifting you off the ground. You yelp, quickly looping your arms to his neck.

"Hobie! What the fu–" click! Yuri captures the moment.

"That one's for the front page!" Yuri laughs, checking the picture on the small screen. James and Ned scooch closer to Yuri, peeking at the pictures. They laugh and smile at the pictures you've taken.

Hobie still holds you up, hands warm against your jeans. "You come here often?" He smiles down at you, eyes twinkling at your flustered face.

"I could strangle you right now" you quip.

"You're not tall enough" Hobie scoffs even though he has a smile on his lips.

"I literally have my arms around your neck"

"Kinky" he narrows his eyes at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

You chuckle nervously, "you can let me go now" you say despite not actually wanting him to let go.

"Nah, you look great in this angle" heat rises in your cheeks when he winks at you.

"Well you don't, you've got a bit of a double chin in this angle" you tease back, almost not getting the sentence out completely because of your laughs.

"I could just drop you, y'know"

"But you won't" you lean up slightly, pinching the back of his neck.

"You sure 'bout that?" He pretends to drop you, you gasp a bit, smacking your palm on his chest. He chuckles at your reaction. "I'm not gonna drop you" he fixes his hold on you.

"Yeah, but I'm getting heavy aren't I?" You grin at how he's trying really hard at carrying you.

"No" he lies, slowly putting you back on the ground.

"Mm-hmm, told you so"

—

You hum as Yuri gives you an unexpected hug goodbye, reciprocating the embrace, you pull away, holding her at arm's length.

"Watch us play at the concert?" Yuri asks you.

"Of course, I'll be there"

"Ohh, we'll definitely win then" Yuri goes in for another hug, squeezing you.

You and Hobie stand on the boat, watching them drive off in Yuri's beetle.

The sun slowly sets in the horizon, bathing the boat in its orange light. A breeze rushes past, hugging your coat tighter around you.

"You want a ride?"

"Ride?" You got distracted by the rays hitting his face just right, accentuating his sculpted face.

"Yeah, ride y'know, vroom vroom?" He acts as if he's revving his motorcycle's engine.

You laugh again, face hurting from all the smiling. "Are you trying to get rid of me already?"

"Never" he holds the crook of your elbow. "You're not too tired?" Concern on his face.

"A bit, but I'm not done yet with your bed sheet" you stand closer to him, the tips of your shoes kissing his. "Why do you have so many holes in them? I think I know what to get you for your birthday"

"I'm genuinely excited for new bed sheets" he rubs your arm, warming you.

"That's a sign you're getting old"

"Fuck off, I'm only a year older than you" he scoffs with no ounce of malice in it.

"Mm-hmm you're a homeowner now, how does it feel Mr. Hobart Brown" you lift an imaginary microphone to him. He finds your playfulness endearing, smiling softly at your good mood.

He plays along, leaning towards the invisible mic. "It'll be better once you've moved in"

You bite your lip, bashfully looking at him through your eyelashes. Moving the mic back to you "You've gone soft, can you tell us about that?"

Hobie sighs loudly, almost blurting out exactly why he's gone soft around the edges. He holds your wrist, pretending to talk into the imaginary mic "Well Ms. L/n, it comes with age" he surrenders just so he can hear you laugh wholeheartedly again.

"Knew it" You poke his chest. "Now, let me help you set up your bed. I can't let you sleep on the floor"

He bites his tongue at the innuendo that appears in his mind, "I'm not gonna sleep on the floor, I have a mattress"

"Yeah, a mattress that's on the floor!" You put your hands on your hips.

Hobie surrenders to you once again, at least he gets to hangout with you more. He's already getting ready for the screaming match when you two get frustrated with building the complicated bed frame.

—

You run from the metro station, legs straining, huffing, trying to regulate your breathing. Maybe it's a mistake to wear your new boots to the show, your heels clack against the hard pavement, increasing your chance of stumbling and breaking your ankle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! You internally curse. You promised the band you'll be there for their final show, I can't believe I overslept! Please tell me they're not on yet! Regretting sleeping late because of your project. You shouldn't have made that complicated embroidery.

You skid to a stop, holding up your ticket to show the security guard. He nods stiffly, you practically run towards the side of the stage, dodging the growing crowd. You quickly gaze over the large stage, finding the staff still setting it all up. Yes! They haven't started yet! Smiling victoriously.

You stop, heels skidding to a halt, smile fading away when you see an unknown woman right next to Hobie, whispering closely to his ear, bare arms around his neck, fingers fiddling with the metal chain he always wears.

A/N: This chapter made me miss my chaotic OCs 🥺 Thank you for reading! Consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️

(please tell me if I missed any asterisks, they're placeholders for me during drafting. I feel like I missed some lol)

*pictures above are from pinterest*

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Humankind’s finest Part 3| Sandman imagine

Author’s note: Hey! Firstly I wanted to thank you for all the love on this story, I truly didn’t expect any of it as I posted it, but as a disabled female it was important for me to bring this representation to the table.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Human! Disabled Fem Reader

Summary: Having given his loved one immortality, Dream had felt more at peace with himself, but the news about Morpheus’ new consort has finally reached the ears of Lucifer & Desire.

Part 1 Part 2

Morpheus was staring at Y/N while she laid peacefully beside him, he ran his fingers delicately along her skin, he traced each and every scar in her body. He loved moments like this, where before the day would start, he would take his time to admire her beauty, to take in the reality of having the pleasure of being greeted by her presence.

No matter how hard he could try, Dream could not keep his hands to himself when it came down to you, he just had to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her. His time in isolation had definitely made the Endless crave for a physical touch. But Y/N ignited a fire in him, a blinding need and longing not just for physical touch, but for her touch.

Immortality fit her like a glove, she was glowing and loved to explore The Dreaming, Morpheus had made it his personal task to make everything as accessible and safe for you as possible, he wanted you to have your freedom, he built a diverse set of bridges, ramps, anything you needed. He loved to tailor all kinds of pieces of clothing for her, Dream felt the most alive, the world was perfect in his eyes, inspiration flowed through his pores.

You both decided to visit the Waking World, since you missed it so and of course Morpheus had his centenary reunion with his friend Hob Gadling. Y/N left him at the bar and decided to wander close by, and of course Dream insisted in that his lover should take his raven along. A loud blow filled the air and the girl saw a tall figure trying to pick up their books and other scattered belongings from the floor.

The girl quickly approached to the person’s aid collecting as many items as she could, being careful not to fall from her wheelchair.

“Here you go” she said handing the belongings to their owner who when looking up, had a shimmery pair of golden eyes and a wide grin.

“Well, thank you my dear” the man said, Matthew immediately squawked and flapped his wings, Morpheus appeared right in front of the Y/N; his tall frame covering the view of her.

Morpheus had grabbed the man’s coat aggressively, his nostrils flared as he felt his insides bubble with anger.

“Did I not warn you about exhausting my patience?” Desire changed to their natural appearance, showing a smug smirk, there was not a single glimpse of fear nor anger as there usually was.

“Oh Dream… but we wanted to meet the one and only human that stole your dusty heart, did we not Lucifer?” At the mention of Morningstar, Dream turned to see behind him.

The Angel was kneeling at the side of Y/N’s wheelchair, twirling a strand of her hair between his slim fingers, Y/N was holding her breath feeling unsafe and clenching her fists.

“We did… and I’m glad to say I’m not disappointed, she is truly marvelous at the eye” Lucifer said in a quiet whisper, holding out a small shiny dagger to her neck. Morpheus was fuming, his eyes glistened and a light blush creeped up his cheeks, clouded by his rage and frustration.

“Oh god, your want and lust for her is suffocating. How do you even contain yourself? I mean how do you manage given her delicate condition?” Desire went on, taunting their brother. Y/N clenched her jaw.

“Yeah? Come over here so I can show you how delicate I can be, ass” even when he could not express it he felt proud of his loved one at that moment, she was kind and gentle but she knew damn well how to stand up for herself. Even Desire and Lucifer respected that about her.

“We won’t do anything, for now. This was just a quick visit to tell you both not to get too cozy” Lucifer spoke lastly, in the blink of an eye Morpheus siblings were gone leaving the echoes of their sinister laughter behind.

When they were gone, Morpheus ran to Y/N’s side cupping her face in his hands, inspecting the small cut Lucifer had made in her neck, he was truly distressed, he blamed himself for dragging her to this situation, he had to know better.

“Dream, don’t do that” she said in a low voice, he looked at her confused “Don’t blame yourself” she explained further, making him look away from her bright eyes.

“How could I not? They could have done much worse if they pleased”

It was true, to the extends of Desire and the Ruler of Hell the scene they experienced was nothing but a child’s play. Both of them were obsessed with power and had the same objective of making the King of Dreams bow down, beg for mercy. Y/N had unfortunately become the means to a cruel end. Only the Creator knew what sorts of evil deeds they had in store for the woman he loved.

He felt guilty about putting through all this supernatural family drama, all he ever desired for her was happiness and safety; it hurt to realize he may never be able to provide that to her.

“Morpheus, stop. I don’t care what they do, as long as we have eternity it will not matter”

“I can’t live without you”

“You won’t have to” she was so sure of her words he could not help but feel a little comforted. In the end, it was true; with the gift of mortality it would not matter how much time passed, how many plans his siblings could come up with. Their love was so strong it would inevitably bring them together, because that was how it was meant to be.

Finally, they went back to the Dreaming, and Morpheus had put some distance between them, trying to deal with his feelings and conflicts on his own, while they did have eternity ahead, that didn’t stop him from being scared, and his way of protecting her was isolating himself in his thoughts and work.

Y/N felt this as rejection, he wouldn’t even dare to be in the same room as her, he would avoid her gaze, it was just unbearable to see the man she loved change practically overnight by fear.

It wasn’t until one night, that Y/N was dreaming that he realized how far his actions had come, at first he could not tell it was Y/N’s dream because of how dark it was, a single lightbulb illuminated the space. She was trapped in a cristal sphere, similar to the one he lived for over a century, the young woman had a white silk dress that was teared up to pieces, and she was covered in a mixture of dirt, blood and bruises.

He inspected the scene before him in complete horror. Her nightmare feeling disturbingly real to him, to the point even the Lord of Dreams had to remind himself this was an invention of her mind, he was well aware of the fact that a nightmare would come by you, he was the king of Dreams and Nightmares after all. But he was so caught up in his own mind that he didn’t stop to think what this nightmare would bring to you.

Then he heard your voice.

“You abandoned me…” she whispered softly, she went on mumbling inaudible words, while laying on the cold sphere, not a single muscle in her body moved an inch. It was as if her body just fully stopped functioning properly, even her breaths were quiet, then her eyes locked with Morpheus for a few seconds.

And then she woke up.

Completely startled, she practically jumped up the bed taking a deep breath, as if she had been underwater for too long, she inspected her whole body, in search for blood, bruises… but there was nothing aside from the salty tears that run down her cheeks.

Feeling observed, she looked over to the doorway to find Morpheus standing disturbingly still, with a conflicted look in his eyes, she moved away as he sat at the edge of the bed. Silence filled the room as she cried quietly, his heart was breaking at the sight of her.

“Y/N”

“Fuck you” she spat as he tried to reach out to her

“Nightmares are supposed to help you face your fears” she scoffed, finally facing him.

“You want to face things? Fine. You can’t even be in the same room as me anymore, let’s not talk about intimacy. All you do is avoid me at any cost, if you don’t want me anymore just say it” she was mad, scared, sad and everything in between. Hearing her say such words caught the king completely off guard.

“You think I don’t want you anymore?” He asked completely dumbfounded

“I’ve been rejected my whole life, I fucking know what’s that like, don’t pretend like you don’t”

“Y/N that’s not-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” she roared, Morpheus was taken back by her sudden outburst.

“I think I was so caught up in protecting you that I failed to realize I was doing the opposite of that” he spoke sincerely, reaching out for her hand. As she allowed the gesture her eyes soften.

“Pushing me away is not protection” Dream felt his cheeks burning with shame, he had good intentions but sometimes, his actions weren’t the best.

“I promise to do better for you”

There was a small silence before the Lord of Dreams spoke again.

“Would you like to accompany me? I wish to make it up to you” that wasn’t a statement Y/N could easily refuse to, especially as his blue orbs glistened with hope.

Both lovers spent the day together, they walked around the castle, visited Cain, Abel and Goldie at their garden. Went to the library to ask for Lucienne’s help on some investigation Morpheus was conducting.

The day was very peaceful as the couple reached the meadows and Y/N’s dress was floating gracefully with the soft breeze, Dream extended both of his hands with a smile to Y/N who reciprocated the gesture and allowed his partner to lift her up from her mobility aid.

He placed one of his hands on her hip, the other was holding her hand with his, and she took this as a cue to place her opposite hand on Dream’s shoulder.

Softly, he started moving and she tried her best to follow his steps even when she struggled with coordination. Soon they found themselves caught up in a sweet vals, and a full orchestra could be heard playing even when there weren’t any instruments around.

Y/N chuckled softly at the absurdity of Morpheus’ loving gesture, it was true he wasn’t used to expressing himself, he struggled with that many ages and he would likely continue to struggle. But he was willing to change that, to be better for the one he loved, not because it felt like something he was obliged to but rather was inspired to do out of love.

She deserved the very best version of him, and perhaps he would struggle with vocalizing his fears and love, but he was always sure of how to show her just how much she meant to him.

While Y/N knew there were things to be worked on, she also knew there was nobody else she could see living for eternity with. Dream had many flaws but he too had many strengths and as a whole she loved him for all he was.

The good and the bad, all that embodied the King of Dreams, and if she was honest with herself she too loved the way he was able of anything and everything for her; he would go till the end of the world just for her.

He was at her command, in every aspect.

Their love would mark history forever, showcasing how truly unconditional and pure love could be, beyond banal aspects, like her physical condition.

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