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void-botanist · 4 months

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Okay I wanna ask you Blorbo wrapped questions back lmao. I'm also curious about who you thought was coolest, who you rotated in your head the most and who was most fun to write. But also, did you have anyone that was kinda driving you up a wall but then something clicked and you really figured out how to write them? If not, who's still driving you up a wall?

Kendrick! I think you saw that I got too excited and answered my own questions over here but who has been driving me up a wall is an excellent question, lol. There are a few who aren't actively driving me up a wall (what's up with Aza huh) but the people who I still haven't got a hold on are Declan, Horatio, and Sid.

I'm almost hesitant to say Declan because I don't think I have a hard time writing him but I also feel like I haven't fully keyed into the fact that he's an autism creature of a man (and also making it clear that the way the rest of the crew does things behind his back is not them infantilizing him because of it but more complicated than that. They do think he's fragile but that's because of how he's handled his grief). Also like. He literally trusts his crew with his life. But he is so so bad at talking to them and I haven't totally figured out how that all works out.

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Horatio got a character lift in this version. He's always been a sweetheart but that evolved out of him having A Sense Of Justice while also being generally pathetic and wet and soft. Now he has the Standing family deviousness that goes along with it and I don't know how to write that. Because also he looks completely different to Sid, who knows him very well and who he's open with, than he does to Avis, who hates him somewhat for the circumstances of his birth (she tries not to because it's not his fault) but extremely much for being sun-coded in the "cheerful" and "unavoidable and intense" ways. So like, what is he plotting (especially about getting Sorian and Avis back together) and how is he plotting it and how does this dovetail with the happy-go-lucky florist which is equally as much who he is?

Sid on the other hand is challenging in the sense that writing him feels fine. He's a real everyman if you will. Except I don't get his character and I think that's a major stumbling block for AOM as a whole. Yeah, on some level he has to be the sad traumatized guy but like. How does he handle his parents trying to run his life once he takes a massive step outside of their frame of reference? How does this work with Avis's story? (Can I successfully shove these two stories into one thing that is a whole? They have so many themes in common help) In his earliest iterations he was the devil-may-care I'm-doing-my-best guy who mildly tormented Horatio Sense Of Justice and I guess they've sort of flipped? Except Sid is always the Doing My Best guy.

Also when it comes to Anni and Zel, Anni is so easy to write with all the technical stuff and much more challenging with the romance stuff and I don't want it to be that way aaaaaaa

As for who did click, I think I'm getting there with Patience (even though I haven't worked on TFA in a while), Rodney worked better when I just let him be soft, working out Fay's whole divorce history helped make her easier to write (she's not pretending to be the good suburban mom. she just is sometimes and other times she sucks), the fact that Wylie hates himself cracked his whole character wide open, and lately I've realized that a critical part of post-divorce Sorian is that he's tired. He's tired of Avis needling him, always being there but never being there for him. He's not even sure he deserves for her to be. But he kinda wishes she would just leave and move on so he can too.

#'but your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone'#every iteration I get closer with Anni & Zel. I promise they have chemistry. I just don't feel confident in my ability to bring it out #which is probably the real problem. I think I'm gonna just write a ton of them outside of TFA until I get it #also when I start writing Binna again I think she's going to be kind of tough but we'll get there #original Old Canon Sid was a fucking trip (highly affectionate). I think he was dead? and trapped in the time stream?#so he could just go through time and dimensions however he pleased to annoy everybody equally #he and horatio had this unexplored 'menaces to lovers' potential #his methods were questionable but he really was trying to do the right thing. I wish I had written seven million more pages of him #I originally solved Sid vs. his parents with what was essentially a heist plot crafted to convince them he was a lost cause #which was delightful but. I don't think that's how I want to do things this time #it was great catharsis while I was really going through it tho #also throwback to when I mentally got through finals in the spring by just taking a break to write Vy x Wylie smut #thinking about Sorian and mentally going 'aw my baby' and laughing about who I have/would call my baby #anyone is fair game but I usually say it about Dez (cute) - Tirias (fun) - Mirilde (darling) - Sorian (sad) - Fabian (loser)#c: Sid #c: Declan #c: Horatio #c: Sorian #c: Fay #c: Wylie #c: Rodney #c: Patience #rose meta #rose brambles

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little-lynx · 1 year

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EVERLARK OUTFITS: THE VICTORY TOUR

This part of “Catching Fire” is done (finally) so I put it all together;) DISTRICT 11, THE SQUARE

I go to my compartment and let the prep team do my hair and makeup. Cinna comes in with a pretty orange frock patterned with autumn leaves. I think how much Peeta will like the color. <…> As the train is pulling into the District 11 station, Cinna puts the finishing touches on my outfit, switching my orange hairband for one of metallic gold and securing the mockingjay pin I wore in the arena to my dress. <…> I can hear the anthem beginning outside in the square. Someone clips a microphone on me. Peeta takes my left hand. // Catching Fire, ch. 4

I think this dress should be a little semi-official so I choose cape sleeve sheath midi dress. It’s perfect for autumn (and they have early autumn weather there in 11th). The hair is just plain + gold hairband = girlish innocent look like the one after the games (this tactics they choose for the Tour). Plus I wanted to draw Katniss with her natural straight hair because i draw her with her braid usually ;) And again nothing about Peeta’s outfit. You know I feel like Portia 😅 because I have to choose how to dress Peeta. I’m not complaining through. So it is black suit with golden buttons (matching Katniss’s hairband and pin), thin soft orange sweater and black leather shoes.

DISTRICT 11, THE DINNER

A pale pink strapless dress brushes my shoes. My hair is pinned back from my face and falling down my back in a shower of ringlets. Cinna comes up behind me and arranges a shimmering silver wrap around my shoulders. He catches my eye in the mirror. “Like it?” “It's beautiful. As always,” I say. “Let's see how it looks with a smile,” he says gently. // Catching Fire, ch.5

DISTRICT 7

Jackson has devised a game called «Real or Not Real» to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it’s true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation. <...> But since Peeta’s greatest confusion centers around me—and not everything can be explained simply—our exchanges are painful and loaded, even though we touch on only the most superficial of details. The color of my dress in 7. My preference for cheese buns. The name of our math teacher when we were little. Reconstructing his memory of me is excruciating. Perhaps it isn’t even possible after what Snow did to him. But it does feel right to help him try. // Mockingjay, ch. 19

So we have only one sentence in “Mockingjay” about this outfit. And still I decided to draw it because I have a theory (head canon?) about it. I think Peeta remembers the color of her dress because it was special night for him (a lot of kisses and attempts to sneak away from everyone and maybe it felt very real at times) and also because she had two braids and the dress was red. RED is the color ❤️. / Peeta has dark red + black + a little bit gold which is also sexy color combination.

DISTRICT 5 I volunteer to take Annie back to my house in 12, where Cinna left a variety of evening clothes in a big storage closet downstairs. All of the wedding gowns he designed for me went back to the Capitol, but there are some dresses I wore on the Victory Tour. <…> Annie wears a green silk dress I wore in 5, Finnick one of Peeta’s suits that they altered— the clothes are striking. <…> As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie’s gown were done by Cinna’s hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta’s. // Mockingjay, ch. 16

Katniss: green silk dress + wavy sleeves + sea waves embroidery / Peeta: ivory dress shirt + knitted green waistcoat with sea waves embroidery + tweed suit

DISTRICT 2

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at. Opinions on clothes, hair, makeup. So I lie. “Yeah, he's been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet.” Velvet. The only fabric. I could think of off the top of my head. “I have. On your tour. That strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back,” says Johanna. // Catching Fire, Chapter 15

This description gave me strong “Anastasia” feels 😅. So I loosely based Katniss dress on Anastasia’s ballet evening gown. For Peeta I chose tuxedo jacket similar to Salvatore Ferragamo design for FF 12/13. Neo classic, purple velvet, shiny shoes. Also I decided to include a cane, both to help Peeta to have some rest during all this Tour activities and as an accessory.

DISTRICT 12

When we reach the mayor's house, I only have time to give Madge a quick hug before Effie hustles me off to the third floor to get ready. After I'm prepped and dressed in a full-length silver gown, I've still got an hour to kill before the dinner, so I slip off to find her. <…> She [Madge] saw my reflection behind her and smiled. “Look at you. Like you came right off the streets of the Capitol.” // Catching Fire, ch.6

When I started drawing this one I just felt that I need to make it look very “Capitol”. So I added some feathers. A LOT of sparkling feathers, haha. Also there are some “moon and stars” accessories in Katniss’ hair because this silver gown gives me moonlight vibes. For Peeta I came up with classic suit but made him wear it casually.

#yes I redraw some of them #old ones looked bad #ugh #the hunger games #hunger games fanart #everlark #everlark fanart #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #thg fanart #lynx hunger games #lynx thg outfits #victory tour #catching fire #catching fire fanart

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heaven4lostgirls · 5 months

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promises and dreams

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warning: angst, mentions of throwing up and blood, canon typical death and violence included!

summary: finnick odair is your best friend, but somehow you cant find it within yourself to be aanything more. Now that the 75th Hunger Games calls for Victors to be reaped you make it your plan to bring Finnick back home to Annie or you will die trying

word count: 1.3k

a/n: sorry ive been gone for so long! i have just finished uni so i am working on getting some more content out as soon as i can! have this to tide you over in the mean time but i can't wait to get back to posting! part 2?

part 1, part 2, part 3

You were sitting in the victors village of district 4 as you turned on the television to listen to the reaping news for the 75th Hunger Games. Your glass on the table in front of you was filled with amber liquid to quell the anxiety you felt as you hear Snow’s grating voice flood your home. Your hands are shaking as you’re forced to relive the memories of your own hunger games, which you had won at only 16.

The victors that came after you were mentored by either you, or Finnick Odair, the Capitol’s prince. You had a harder time disassociating from being a mentor when your tributes were in the games, Finnick always seemed so determined to get them sponsors and help them in any way he could but for you, it was almost as worse as being in the games yourself.

Finnick and you had always been close, only drifting apart when his womanly companions found it necessary, he spend more time with them rather than you. You couldn’t blame them, if Finnick was yours you too would probably be uncomfortable but that never meant it hurt any less to see your best friend discard you as though you were nothing.

The only person you could never find it in yourself to dislike was ironically the only one of his partner’s that never dismissed you, Annie Cresta. She was the epitome of beauty to you, there was no question about why Finnick fell in love with her. She had been dealt just as bad of a hand in her own games and the both of you had found solace in one another. She could not have been a better fit for Finnick and although your heart felt as though it was shattering each time you were forced to watch him look at her the way you longed, he would look at you, you stayed strong.

That was how you found a paternal comfort in Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen’s mentor, he was one of the only people who understood how easy it was for you to turn to drinking in favour of trying to find your tributes sponsors because of your own trauma. He knew just as well as you did just how hard your games were for you; you had fought tooth and nail to make it back to your family only for them to turn you away in disgust for the atrocities you had committed in the games.

One of them always haunting you, You and 12-year-old George were the last tributes standing in the arena and you knew straight away that there was no way you would be going home, you couldn’t kill him. That was until he ran to attack you and in a strike of defence you had pushed him, he had landed on one of the spears of the dead tributes. His lifeless eyes have haunted your nightmares to this day.

As you tune back into the Capitol TV, you hear Snow’s voice state, “…the third quarter quell games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors from each district”. Your heart thuds inn your chest as bile rises in your throat. You can feel your eyes burning with unshed tears as you disconnect from reality. The only thing that brings you back is the realisation that the other victors may just as well be in the same predicament.

You get up to go to Finnick’s house, the light is on, so you know he must be at home so as you knock on the door, shaking on the front step in either coldness or fear, you’re no longer sure, you’re greeted with Finnick’s hard gaze as he opens the door to let you in. You whisper a small greeting as your eyes travel to the couch in front of the TV where Annie sits, she’s a mess of tears and you can only hold off for so long before you make your way towards her to comfort her.

Finnick watches the both of you in pain and worry as you try and keep yourself composed to focus on Annie, you know just how hard it must be for her, she had never truly been okay after her games so right then you had made the decision. If Annie’s name was ever called, you would volunteer for her, you could not sit at home and watch one of your best friends relive their pain on national television as you sat back and did nothing.

“I can’t believe this; how can they do this? After our games we were supposed to live! I can’t go back there” Annie says, and you softly rock the both of you as you rub her back, you look over her shoulder to where Finnick is standing and watching you both as his features tighten in anger.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise, you’re not going into that arena, okay?” Annie pulls away and looks up at you in shock and she’s shaking her head as she lifts her hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs. “You can’t” She says, and you smile back at her as you tuck her long hair behind her ear as you move to hug her, whispering in her ear, “I will make sure he comes back to you” and Annie squeezes you tighter.

You realise then that whatever happens in the reaping and the games, that its much bigger than you. Since Finnick had a high chance of volunteering for any of the younger and older victors you knew that it was up to you to bring him back home. He had a reason to come back, Annie needed him more than you did, and you acknowledge that even if he had never loved you the same way you may love him, that with you dying breath you would make sure he came back to Annie.

The day of the reaping, you stood in the middle of Annie and Mags as they took out the name for the female tribute, “The female tribute from District 4 is, Annie Cresta-“ Before the announcer is done speaking your mouth moves without thinking, “I volunteer as tribute.” You state with confidence and hear Annie flinch as tears rise in her eyes. You let go of her hand and walk to the front of the podium, the announcer looks at you in shock and sympathy before she announces, “Our Volunteer in place of Annie Cresta, Y/N Y/LN!” she states.

You feel Finnick’s hard gaze on you as they wait for the announcement of the male tribute. When Finnick’s name is called, your heart clenches in pain at the thought of your best friend having to see you die in the arena. His demeanour instantly switches to play the part of the Capitol’s prince as he makes his way to stand next to you. You both smile at the crowd as you make your way towards the train to say goodbye to your loved ones.

As Finnick and Annie say heartfelt goodbye’s you realise that nobody has come to see you, you wipe the tears pooling in your eyes as Annie turns to you after saying bye to Finnick, she runs and hugs you and thanks you softly in your ear. You squeeze her tightly and reiterate your previous promise before you’re met with the solemn gaze of Finnick.

You nudge him with your arm and playfully tease him, “That looks isn’t very Capitol Prince of you Finn”, his strained smile does not go unnoticed, but you attest it to the pain of having to relive the games however the only thought running through Finnick’s mind is how he plans on keeping you safe.

Somehow you both think that trying to save the other might just be your own downfall.

#juliwrites #hunger gaames #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #thg finnick #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair hurt/comfort #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair hc #finnick x oc #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games trilogy

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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“Meet Me Halfway” by Black Eyed Peas - fluff for Jean Kirstein please i BEG i love this song so bad

Meet Me Halfway

Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline is where I’m gonna wait for you.

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x reader (gn)

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: red string of fate/soulmates trope, canon universe, canon divergent, spoilers up to Season 4, fluff

Summary: Jean’s red string of fate was loose ever since he was born. It seems like everyone but himself has found their soulmate here on Paradis. It’s only when the scouts finally head towards the sea that his string becomes a little less slack. Could it be that his fated partner is on the other side in Marley, behind enemy lines?

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! I’ve been fascinated by the red string of fate/soulmates trope for a while now, so I wanted to try my hand at it here! This is just a little taste of this, maybe I’ll expand on this story in the future. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/saradika.

The first time they ever see the ocean, they’re speechless, neither of them speaking to one another, taking in the breathtaking view. Cerulean blue shimmers throughout the entire expanse, nearly a mirror image of the clear sky above. It took them a few days to get here and Jean was beginning to doubt just how great this thing called “the sea” could be. He never expected anything like this, though. As if the picturesque scene before him isn’t enough to get his heart racing, for the first time in his entire sixteen years of living, the red string tied around his wrist, only for him to see and feel, finally tightened just the slightest.

The lore behind the red string of fate is no secret among those living in Paradis. Each child is born with it cinched around their wrist; the other end supposedly tied to their soulmate. Jean’s has been slack since he can remember. That is, until now. While it isn’t as taut as some of his other friends, like Mikasa with Eren and now Armin with Annie, only he can tell the difference. It’s been a running joke since they found out the truth about the other side. Connie teases him and Sasha about it constantly. “Maybe your soulmates are in Marley? How does it feel to be bounded to our enemy?”

Sasha, like Jean, has never felt any differences in her rope throughout her lifetime. He turns to face her, pointing to his wrist, curious if she feels the same. Her jaw is dropped, and when she notices him signaling to her, she closes it, gulping loudly, slowly nodding.

When they all dismount their horses to explore the water, Jean momentarily forgets about it, focusing only on how cold the ocean feels on his feet, how salty is tastes on his tongue, how incredibly far it reaches, surely farther than his eyes can see. It’s only after their skin starts to wrinkle that they retreat, sitting on the warm sand instead, watching the waves crash onto the shore. He nudges Sasha. “So, you felt it too, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” she answers, hesitant. She caresses her wrist in her other hand, biting her lip.

Connie butts in. “Felt what?”

“Our strings. They’re a little less loose now that we’re here.”

He smirks. “I told you! Your soulmates are on the other side!”

Jean leans back against his hands, groaning. “I don’t want my soulmate to be on the other side. The other side has been trying to kill us for hundreds of years! This is so messed up.”

Sasha hugs her knees, pouting. “I agree. This sucks.”

Connie pats her shoulder. “Hey, you don’t have to marry your soulmate, you know. Plenty of people don’t! My parents weren’t soulmates, and they turned out just fine.”

“But you’re planning on marrying Hannah, aren’t you? Once this is all over?” Hannah is a childhood friend from Connie’s hometown, and the two have been in much more contact recently.

He chuckles. “I mean, not right now. But yeah, maybe in the future…”

“So your argument makes no sense!”

“This is different though! If your soulmate really is in Marley, I think the universe will forgive you for not marrying our enemy.”

Jean groans again, staring at the glistening ocean in front of him, shaking his head. “I just can’t believe they’re really out there and not here.”

There isn’t much they can do for now, considering they have no means to get to Marley with the current resources they have. Jean buries it in the back of his mind, trying not to think about it while they spend the next month building a base near the shore. They anticipate a Marleyan ship to arrive soon, scoping the island before implementing their attack to capture Eren, the Founding Titan. What the other side doesn’t anticipate is Paradis being prepared to ambush them to carry out their own plan in infiltrating Marley. The first one arrives when they expect it. With Eren’s Titan abilities protecting the rest of them, they manage to capture the ship easily, taking those on-board hostage for questioning. Sasha, who is usually uninterested when it comes to matters not involving food, is surprisingly invested. She watches carefully from outside the tent, waiting for them to be released from their interrogation. Jean accompanies her, unclear about her intentions until she explains to him. “My string, Jean. It’s tight. My soulmate is in there.”

They haven’t talked about it since, both choosing to ignore it for the time being. Jean’s is still as slack as the first day they arrived here, and if he’s being honest to himself, it’s crosses his mind nearly every day. A small part of him wishes he was experiencing what Sasha currently is.

Eventually, a young man with brown eyes and blonde hair steps out, looking terrified. He glances at his wrist, then his surroundings, landing his gaze on Sasha’s, who’s peeking from behind a box. She gasps loudly upon eye contact, kneeling down to hide completely. Jean does the same, not before noticing the man make a similar expression, surely curious.

Sasha doesn’t say anything more about it, though Jean can tell she’s intrigued. A few days later, like fate, the man who they find out is named Niccolo, starts working at the port as a chef. Sasha is smitten as soon as she takes a bite of his food, and from then on, the two are inseparable. Jean can’t help but feel jealous.

With all of his friends acquainted with their soulmates, Jean is growing more and more impatient by the day. It takes over two years for Paradis to organize their first trip to Marley and he’s among the first to volunteer, not only to help the scout’s reconnaissance of enemy soil, but for his own ulterior motive to finally find his soulmate. He doesn’t disclose this to anyone, though he’s certain that his best friends have a hunch.

When they finally arrive to Marley, it’s stimulation overload. They attempt to stick together as soon as they step foot off the ship, though it’s difficult when there are so many new and exciting things to try. It’s especially hard for Jean when he notices his string getting more and more taut with each step he takes deeper into the city.

They all decide to split up momentarily to explore, agreeing to meet back at the port in an hour. Jean and Connie follow Sasha through the crowded streets. She’s being led by her noise and eyes, searching for the tastiest, most delectable looking treats to try upon Niccolo’s instructions. “You have to try ice cream!” he told her days before they departed and it hasn’t left Sasha’s mind since. She sneaks glances at the small note he gave her, trying to match the words he wrote to the storefronts. “There! I see it! An ice cream parlor!” She rushes towards a colorful shop, pushing her face towards the glass window, drooling. Connie drags her towards the entrance, which dings as they walk through. Jean increases his pace to catch up and the string around his wrist is tight now. He scans his surroundings, trying to see what direction the little rope is pointing to. As he follows his friends inside the shop, it’s unbelievable taut now, and he’s certain that his soulmate is inside this ice cream parlor. His heart races, simultaneously terrified and excited to meet you.

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A little over two years ago, you notice the string around your wrist feels heavier on you than usual. You’re often teased about your soulmate being an “island devil” on Paradis, considering you’re the only Eldian left in Liberio without a one. In all honestly, it doesn’t bother you, the idea of your destined partner being on the other side. Even if they are an “island devil”, you’d still like to meet them. After all, you’re soulmates for a reason, right?

You spend several minutes each day sitting at the port, staring out towards the sea, wondering what they are like. You ignore the propaganda that’s been spewed at you since birth and instead fantasize about what their interests are. Do they like the same things that you do? What do you have in common, besides the rope that ties you together? How much taller or shorter are they, what color hair do they have? Do their eyes twinkle with kindness the way you picture they do? Will their smile be as charming as you imagine it? You dream about this for over two years, slowly letting the fantasy fade into the back of your mind before you lose your sanity. It’s easy to obsess over something, but it’s hard to get out of it once it consumes you. There’s no guarantee that you’ll ever meet them at this rate, so you go about your life as usual, distracting yourself from any romanticized ideas of your uncertain love story.

Today, you’re behind the counter of the ice cream parlor you work at. You started working here several months ago, hoping to be near the port in case one day, they arrive. The past few days, you convince yourself it’s just your imagination, the gradual tightening of the string. This morning, it’s tauter than it’s ever been before, and you’re certain you’re not making this up anymore; they’re here, they’re actually here.

There isn’t time to go looking for them yourself, so you begin your shift, itching for the hours to pass quickly so that you can leave to begin your search. Fortunately, you don’t have to. Two people around your age enter the shop first, behaving oddly. They’re dressed normally, though something about them piques your interest. It’s especially alarming at how stiff the string is now, so you inspect each of their wrists carefully, dejected when you don’t see a match. The girl presses her nose to the glass, ogling at the ice cream displayed in the freezer, drooling. Her friend, a boy with a shaved head, tugs her off, apologizing with a nervous chuckle. “Sorry about her. She gets a little crazy when she sees something she wants.”

You smile at them. “No need to apologize. Our ice cream is the best in town, so her reaction is understandable. What would you like?”

The girl blurts out, “Everything!”

“Sasha! We don’t have enough money for everything!”

She pouts, eyes flitting across each flavor. “But they all look so good! How am I supposed to decide which one to pick?!”

Feeling generous, you offer, “I can do a sampler platter, if you’d like.”

Sasha’s face brightens. “Really?! You’d do that? How much would that cost? Connie, how much do we have?!”

You wave them off, beaming at them. “It’s on the house. Consider it some good old Marley hospitality.”

They gawk at you, shocked, and it only makes you giggle louder. You retrieve one of your larger bowls and ready your scooper, starting at one end of the freezer. The bell on the front door rings, but you’re too busy to greet the new customer directly. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!”

It’s only now that you realize how stiff the string is, practically quivering now from being pulled so tight. You look up and see a young man staring at you, holding his wrist up with the same red string coiled around him, an uneasy grin on his face. “Hello.”

You almost drop the scooper into the carton, astonished to have finally found him. “Hi,” you say, heat rushing into your cheeks, taken aback at how handsome he is. “Um, let me just finish this.”

“Jean, you’re distracting our new friend here! She’s giving us all this ice cream for free!” Sasha exclaims, salivating over the bowl overflowing with ice cream now.

He smiles at you, running his fingers in his hair. “Sorry. Please, continue.”

It takes you a few seconds to refocus back on your task. Eventually, you scoop all twelve flavors into a bowl, handing it off to Sasha and Connie, who dig in immediately as soon as they sit down. You pass a spoon to Jean. “Would you like to try? Before your friends finish it off?”

He laughs, grabbing it. “I guess I should, right?”

“Or I could scoop your own if you’d like. Which one do you want to try?”

He studies each carton carefully, pointing at your favorite flavor by coincidence. “This one is calling out to me for some reason.”

Your heart beats quicker, amazed by this serendipity. “That’s my favorite,” you admit, getting him a scoop.

“I had a feeling it would be,” he replies, beaming.

#jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein x you #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirschstein fluff #aot fluff #aot x reader #attack on titan fluff #jean kirschstein x you #y2k karaoke party #milestone event

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motherofdogs1010 · 4 months

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Little Darling II (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Birmingham has received a new club, one that is showcasing a exotic type of dance that is drawing in crowds, but it is one particular dancer that catches Thomas Shelby's eye... one that goes by the stage name: Little Darling

Warnings: 18+ only, eventual smut, dry humping, stripper!reader, mentions of prostitution/sex work, language, mentions of nudity, drinking, canon Peaky Blinders violence

A/N: I've seen a lot in interest in my story and a few people asking for a taglist, so if anyone interested, comment below! I'm still new to posting stories on Tumblr so please be patient with me ❤️ thank you for all the love, I also write on Wattpad ❤️

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Part I Part III

Y/N yawned as she stretched her body, she lightly slapped her cheeks in a effort to finish waking herself up as she moved about her kitchen. Last night's shift proved to be a good one thanks to the Peaky Blinders that had attended and the lap dance she had given to Thomas Shelby.

She rubbed her eyes as she moved about to begin getting her breakfast ready. Working as a dancer might not have been ideal for some women, but the money was worth it as she was managing to use some of it towards her mother to help with her father since his failing health had put them in an troubled position.

After breakfast and getting herself ready for the day, Y/N grabbed her small handbag, wicker basket and hat, walking out the front door and locking it as she began to make her way to the market to buy food for her parents.

As she walked down the street, she heard the rumbling of a car beside her and she glanced over to see him.

"Hello there", Thomas Shelby called out to her. "Y/N right?"

Y/N felt her pace slow a little as shock came over her... how the fuck did the man find her? Cherry would never out her, they wore masks to hide their identities to prevent trouble that the working girls get from men and angry wives.

"Hello", she answered back with a unsure look. "What can I help you with, Mr. Shelby?"

He slowly followed her down the street, she passed by some people who quickly walked by them as she stopped and sucked in a deep breath, turning to look at the man.

"Just wanted to know when you're working next, Little Darling", he smirked, his voice teasing.

Her eyes widen a little in shock and anger as she gritted her teeth as he stopped the car, leaning back in his seat and she approached the door.

"Didn't Cherry tell you 'no talking about the club'?" she hissed, Thomas chuckled at her.

She hated how attractive the man was; the lap dance that she had given him the night before gave her a real close-up of his features and she was able to tell he found her attractive.... well, she could also feel how attracted he was to her but he did respect the rules of not asking for sex or a blowjob from her since that was against the policies Cherry had put in place.

"She did", Thomas said, amused as he began to light a cigarette. "But I haven't been know for being a rule follower, love."

"Who blabbed?" she demanded, he grinned a shit-eating grin.

"I believe her name was 'Sugar'", he replied as he took a drag of the cancer stick.

That damn bitch... Sugar, or Annie as she was actually called, had it out for her for weeks now for some unknown reason.

"I'm not telling you", she replied, "have some other dancer service you."

"Why don't you come on in?" Thomas asked, reaching over to open the passenger door. "I'm sure you'd be more interested in discussing... our matter of affairs in here."

Narrowing her eyes, she pursed her lips as she moved to sit inside the car and shut the door behind her. She placed the basket in the backseat as she stared at the man, who took another drag of his cigarette.

"We have no matter of affairs", she said, "I performed a service for you, that was it."

"A service?" he said, "you're making it sound like you had my cock in your mouth."

"Oh, don't be so vulgar", she said with a roll of her eyes. "If you wanted your cock wet, you could go see Lizzie Stark like every other man."

"Lizzie doesn't move like you do, darling", Thomas said.

"Unfortunately for you, if you want another dance", she said, gathering her things, "you either find another dancer down at the club to give you a dance or you wait."

"Wait for what?" he asked as he watched her get out of the car.

"For when I'm working."

With the money she made, she managed to get enough food for her parents for the next week or so; carrying the now heavy basket, she walked up the steps to her parents' home, lugging the heavy wicker basket as she knocked on the door.

She waited a few moments before the door opened, revealing her mother; her hair was tied up as she wore a shawl around her. Her parents were older, Y/N having been a miracle baby of sorts from what her mother would tell her because of her mother having been pregnant with her later in life.

"Y/N", her mother said with a tired smile. "You're father will be happy to see you."

"I brought you food", she answered, her mother's hands came to caress her cheeks.

"My sweet girl", her mother said before letting inside.

After going inside and leaving the wicker basket of fresh food in the kitchen, she left her mother to walk to her parents' bedroom, where her father seemed to be most of the time.

She found him sitting in bed as he just stared out into nothing.

"Hi dad", she greeted, sitting on the edge of the bed.

But he just continued to stare into nothing.

It was a day later when she went into work, Cherry was eagerly awaiting her when she entered from the back entrance. All dancers especially were meant to enter from there since The Scarlet Letter prided itself on its secrecy of the dancers, the girls may know each other under the masks, the customers did not.

Well, they shouldn't... except that bitch Sugar apparently was running her mouth as Y/N seethed.

"Y/N", Cherry grinned, pushing her strawberry blonde hair from her forehead. "You have repeat customer."

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she lowered her purse onto her vanity before saying, "Sugar's been running her mouth to customers."

Cherry's grin fell and a deep frown replaced it, "She's being a rat?"

"Seems like it", she answered as she moved to the wardrobe. "Ratted me out to Thomas Shelby."

"And by coincidence, he's here tonight", Cherry said with a shake of her head.

Y/N pulled out a blood red piece, the bra was made differently compared to the ones that were popular; instead of making her breasts flatter, this bra accentuated them, cupping them in vibrant lace and shimmer. The underwear was different as well, not like the shorts that she would normally wear under dress, but instead had thin string that went around her hips, red fabric covering her ass and front just enough to leave imagination to wonder.

"What did he want?"

"Wanted to know when I'd dance again."

Cherry was silent as Y/N moved to the drawers on the vanity, opening it and pulling out a matching mask.

"I'll have another talk with Sugar, let her know she's on thin ice."

She had those pinned curls again, a red feather on the side of her head where the hair was slicked up against her; the matching sinful red lips pouted as she slid down the pole. Tommy watched with a cigarette hanging, she was like a siren calling to him with those half-lidded, bedroom eyes that were haunting him.

Tommy knew Arthur and John were somewhere in the club, probably getting dances in the private rooms but he had to wait. He saw her sway her hips as she held the pole, he could feel his pants begin to tighten a bit as she slowly dropped down into the splits, a wink sent his way.

Y/N found herself straddling Thomas Shelby again, her head tilted as she stared down at him.

"I see you waited", she said, "didn't take you for having patience."

"In the right situation", Thomas said as he leaned back in the chair. "I can be a bloody saint."

She began to grind her pelvis down in his, a groan escaped the man as she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, her tits in his face as she moved like a seductress. Unfortunately, her grinding down on him added stimulation to her clit, making waves of pleasure begin to take over her.

"Awful rule you've got here, no touching."

Suddenly, she felt his grip her hips before grinding back up into her, a startled gasp escaping her as he grasped her chin and knocked off her mask.

"Too bad I don't like following them, darling."

He smashed their lips together and she moaned at the searing, hot feeling that seemed to tingle her body as she continued grinding... well, more dry humping down on Thomas.

She knew it was only going to complicate things, but at the current moment, she ignored it for the minutes of pleasure the man was giving her.

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#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby smut #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #chubby reader #x reader #reader insert #reader x character #cillian x reader

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gonzo-rella · 5 months

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Headcanons: Starting Your Freshman Year at Greendale and Joining the Study Group

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Requested by: Anon

Headcanons for being a new freshman at Greendale and becoming a member of the study group?

Ohh sorry i didn’t clarify! it doesn’t matter to me, i just liked the idea of the reader kinda being the baby of the group, so maybe everyone is in their later years at greendale?

Relationship(s): The Study Group (Jeff, Britta, Annie, Troy, Abed, Shirley and Pierce) x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: References to underage drinking. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I started writing this literal years ago, but I rewatched the Community Christmas episodes today and it’s made me want to rewatch all of Community and start writing for it again. Not enough people write for it, and not enough people write gender-neutral-reader fics. This was like 90% done so it was a good place to start again. I went with making it so the reader joins the Study Group during season 3, since I had the idea of using the reader to replace Todd in the episode where none of them want to work with him. I haven’t followed the canon of season 3 verbatim, since it’d have made writing this kinda difficult (plus I haven’t seen season 3 in years). So, this is more general. I’m hoping to work through my list of Community requests from years ago throughout 2024, since I’m hoping to get more into the habit of putting aside time for writing.)

When you decided on taking Biology 101 during your first semester at Greendale, you were bound to learn of (and witness first hand) the notorious Study Group.

Your hope that you wouldn’t be roped into their borderline-narcissistic antics was killed when you were given Pierce Hawthorne as your lab partner.

To say he was annoyed would be an understatement.

Oh boy, did he make it known that he abhorred having to be your lab partner.

In fact, most of them seemed to hate the idea of being stuck as your partner, which was at least a little hurtful.

When Abed rearranged the lab partner pairings based on some mental computer wizardry, you got put with Jeff, who was a bit more subtle with his annoyance.

You spent most of that night standing there awkwardly while Shirley cried about being the least popular member of the Study Group, or trying to be some kind of mediator between these friends who you knew only from rumours and observing them.

You also had to rescue a turtle from being burned alive by Britta, which sent you over the edge into a fit of fury.

Annie was the one who apologised to you for everything, and, much to the chagrin of everyone else, invited you to join the study group.

Perhaps she didn’t expect you to take her up on the offer, but you did anyway.

Your first study session with them made them realise that you fit in well with the group.

Even Abed liked your presence, because he believed it ‘changed the status quo without being like when sitcoms add a kid character in a desperate attempt to boost the ratings’.

(He compared you to Frasier from Cheers)

For a while, though, you did feel a little isolated from the group, considering you were often the only one to comment negatively on the group’s questionable behaviour, which they saw as perfectly normal.

However, you adjusted to being in the group alarmingly fast, to the point of getting carried away in the Study Group mentality like the rest of them.

As the baby of the group, you were treated as such, despite being at least a bit more mature than Troy and Abed.

For example, if Jeff and Britta were in the middle of a heated discussion, you’d be told to ‘stay out of it’.

Abed, early on, would analyse you to figure out how exactly you fit into the group, such as deciding what archetype best describes you.

There’s also a chance that he would create and manipulate situations in order to test your personality.

Jeff would shut this down as soon as he figured out what Abed was doing.

In an effort to try and include you more, Annie would force each member of the Study Group to do an activity with you.

Annie invited you to a one-on-one study session.

(Also, if you’re taking any classes that she took in her first or second year, she’ll lend you her old materials, like notes, textbooks, study cards etc.)

Shirley took you to the mall with her and her kids, treating you like one of her own kids.

Troy and Abed introduced you to Inspector Spacetime, which you quickly became a big fan of.

(Watching it became a Saturday night ritual for the three of you)

Britta brought you along to a protest which ended in the both of you in jail.

(An irritated Jeff would have to come bail you both out, and Britta would beg him not to say anything about it to Shirley or Annie)

Pierce gave you $1000 to tell Annie that he’d taken you to the zoo.

Jeff invited you over to his apartment for beers, which resulted in you both getting wasted and having a tearful heart-to-heart with one another.

Despite adopting the Study Group mentality to a certain degree, you would be the least susceptible to the group’s dumbassery due to joining so late, which meant you’d often be the one to pull the group out of the stupid shit they were doing.

At the very least, you’d pull Jeff out of it, and he’d take the lead and sort out everyone else.

If you weren’t that close to your family, you’d probably spend holidays over at Shirley’s upon her insistence.

(I love love love the idea that she makes a custom Christmas stocking for you the first year you come over)

In a weird way, the Study Group became your family, albeit a dysfunctional one.

After your friends all graduated, you stayed in touch with most of them, even before you were reunited because of the Save Greendale Committee.

It’s safe to say that, even if you do join late, you’re still accepted as one of them, for better or for worse.

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puppyboywinger · 8 months

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i would like to take a moment to appreciate how everyone in community is constantly proving my point that society should be less weird about friends doing “romantic” things together like cuddling, kissing on the cheek/forehead, holding hands, living together/being life partners etc.

annie constantly kisses abed on the cheek and hugs him tightly. they also literally live together despite not being romantic in canon at all, same with annie and troy and abed and troy.

britta and abed cuddled together in the back of jeff’s car during mixology certification. britta also does small things like fix abed’s shirt in urban matrimony and generally sticks close by him a lot.

jeff and britta. that’s it.

jeff and annie definitely have feelings for each other but very rarely act on it. despite this they’re still quite affectionate to one another, with nicknames for the other and hugging and always walking together with their arms locked.

jeff calls shirley “sugar” in the second episode and kisses her on the forehead, she calls him “honey” in response. they also walk out together with their arms locked in the end of the foosball episode.

annie and troy hug a lot and again, live together. plus that whole “look! i’m annie’s backpack!” thing… he’s so silly.

troy and abed are obviously the most clear example of this (despite most of the fandom, including me, shipping the fuck out of them.) they live together. they spend every second together. they hold hands (as confirmed by annie). troy is so comfortable with abed that he instinctively puts his arm around him in curriculum unavailable. abed literally essentially put troy to bed once when he fell asleep after a study session.

abed wiggled his eyebrows at jeff once and i think about it constantly.

annie almost kissed britta once and britta and annie have sincerely considered sleeping together. also britta just straight up agreeing with jeff being like “i love women” as she strokes annie’s arm in the puppet episode.

i love that they’re all friends who do “romantic” things together and remain friends. i love them being so affectionate. more overtly affectionate platonic love in media please and thanks !!

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avoxrising · 5 months

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The Feral One • Ch 12

Finnick x Y/N

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Another chapter as promised. Prepare for Finnick to enter his trust issues era…

Content Warnings - people were tortured, someone canonically attempts to kill Katniss (Peeta *cough cough*)

You wake up on a hovercraft, unsure of what happened. Peeta, Johanna and Annie are also in the room, but only you are awake. Was Annie also in the capital? She must have been. You’re thankful she looks unharmed.

Peeta and Johanna did not seem to get the same treatment as you and Annie. Peeta is extremely malnourished and is covered in cuts and bruises. Looking at Johanna, you would have thought she was dead if it wasn’t for the slow rise and fall of her chest.

One of the soldiers notices you are awake and slowly approaches you. It’s not till he does that you notice they cuffed your hands and you’re chained to the wall.

“Miss Y/L/N,” the man states as he crouches down to your level. "My name is Boggs and I’m from District 13. We rescued you and the other tributes from the capital and are bringing you to 13. Do you have any questions?”

“Can you take these off?” you ask him, holding up your cuffs. He looks a bit surprised at your question.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he states. “Based on your file it states that you are to be restrained as you may be a danger to others, especially when waking up.” He seems to be reading this information from an electronic tablet he’s holding.

“I bet it also says I don’t talk,” you mutter.

“That would be correct…” he says, realizing that you are talking to him.

“Well I don’t need these anymore,” you state. “I’m not a danger to anyone. The capital fixed me. I’m completely harmless.”

“I’m afraid my orders state you must remain cuffed until you are cleared by the doctors in District 13,” he replies.

“And how long will that be?” you ask.

“We will be landing in an hour,” he responds.

An hour feels like eternity when you are waiting for your freedom. Boggs confirmed to you that Finnick is alive in District 13 and somewhat well. Apparently he’s been having a really hard time coping with your absence and is excited for your return. He really missed you.

District 13 is chaotic when you land. Annie is allowed to walk off of the hovercraft on her own but Johanna and Peeta are loaded up onto stretchers and whisked away to the hospital.

Even though you tell them that you can walk just fine, the doctors make you sit in a wheelchair so they can chain you to it while a soldier pushes you. Nobody here trusts you not to act out.

“Where’s Finnick?” you ask the soldier pushing your wheelchair.

“Not sure,” he grunts. “They won’t allow you visitors until they decide you aren’t a threat.”

You arrive at your room and they transfer your restraints to the metal bed.

“Oh I’m not the one you should be worried about,” you tell the man. “Peeta on the other hand…”

You’re cut short by the sound of someone yelling out for you.

“Finnick?” you yell back. “Finnick!”

The blond comes sliding into view when he’s held back by two District 13 soldiers. You want to cry at the sight of him. He looks like he hasn’t slept or eaten in days. His fingers are bloody from the rope in his hands and he looks like a lost puppy.

“Y/N!” he calls out. “Let me see her!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Odair,” one of the guards says. “She is not allowed visitors until she has been cleared by our doctors.”

“Oh god doctors?” Finnick asks. “She hates doctors. If anyone is going to set her off it’s a doctor. She killed two of them in the capital.”

The soldiers radio for backup, thinking you’re even more of a threat.

“Let me see him!” you yell. “I won’t hurt anyone. They fixed me.”

“I’m the only one who can calm her down,” Finnick explains. “If she gets out of hand I’ll sedate her. Give me some sedatives.”

The doctor outside my room agrees to Finnick’s plan and the soldiers finally let him in. He shoves the sedatives into his jumpsuit pocket before bursting into the room.

“Finnick!” you exclaim, holding your chained arms as far out as they can reach. You need to hold him, to make sure he’s real.

“Y/N,” he sobs, finally breaking down. “I’m so sorry. I missed you so much.”

“Come here,” you tell him, motioning for him to sit on the bed next to you. He hesitates before reaching out to gently touch your hand.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes now get over here,” you state, nearly yanking him on top of you.

He climbs into your small bed and you nuzzle up against him. The cuffs dig into your wrists but you don’t care.

“I’m so happy,” you hum.

Suddenly chaos erupts down the hall and a soldier bursts into your room, gun pointed at you.

“Mr. Odair,” he states. “Step away from Miss Y/L/N.”

“No,” you state, holding Finnick closer to you. “He stays.”

“Something is wrong,” the soldier tells Finnick, ignoring you. “Mr. Melark just tried to kill Katniss.”

Finnick tenses up at this news before slowly climbing out of your bed and backing away from you.

“That’s because the capital trained him to do that,” you try to explain. “They didn’t do that to me. I’m not going to kill anyone.”

“There will be no visitors to any of the rescued victors until they are individually deemed safe,” the soldier states. “Mr. Odair you are wanted in command.”

Finnick gives you a worried look as he leaves, wondering if you might turn on him at any moment.

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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First time ~

>> New Series <<

The first times will include numerous things. First time saying "I love you." First time finding something out about them... you'll understand better as they go on.

For example, this one is...

First time: Reiner unleashes his breeding kink 👶 & First time: Reiner goes ultra feral

I'm including First time with Reiner Braun here. First time having sex with Reiner. The Reiner stuff seems to just be canonning together.

I guess this is Reiner getting comfortable with you. Aw. <3

Warnings: Smut. Breeding Kink. Oral. 18+ Slight praising, I guess?

Tag-list: 🐙

@dreamerdeity

@DREAMERDEITY

@koo-detat

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It had been a hell of a long day in training, and y/n was just glad to be back at the Trost Barracks instead of the training grounds. Because that meant she had her own room. Granted, it was small. Granted, it was used when she wasn't there as the rooms and training timetables were on rotation. But she could finally just get some sleep without Sasha's creepy sleepwalking or Annie's nightmares.

Just as her eyes begin to close, she hears a stealthy tapping at the door closely followed by the sound of it opening and someone coming inside.

Now what?

She turns to see Reiner, silently closing the door behind him.

"Sorry for just walking in…" He whispers, carefully making his way over to her bed as she sits up. "I think Connie was coming out of the latrines so he would have seen me."

"I don't mind." She explains.

"I uh…" His face burned.

As he found the words he needed, she noticed he was still in his clothes and he smelled like fresh air, so he'd been outside at some point recently. A little odd, seeing as though it was pretty late.

"I wanted to be with you. N-not like that. I mean I wouldn't say no, but what I meant was I uh… I know we just saw each other and all and - "

"Are you trying to say you missed me?" She laughs softly.

"Yeah. That." He nods,

"Aren't you just a huge sweetheart?" She teases, putting her face close to his in a smirk.

His face brightens, his movements trembling.

"I guess I'll have to take special care of you…" She whispers, getting to her feet - her gaze not once leaving his.

His lips part open as she gently pushes him onto the bed, straddling his sitting position. His hands immediately grab her waist, his eyes begging for her once more.

Once these days off were up, she didn't know when she'd be able to be alone with him again, so she was making the most of it as her gorgeous lips press against her lover, gripping his shirt tightly. The past two times he had made such sweet, gentle love to her. Pleasing her - it was time to return the favour.

"We don't have to…" His voice tremors as her lips caress his neck. "I just wanted to see you… I mean, I'm not complaining… I just don't want you to think it's all I want."

"I know it's not." She replied with honesty, heavy-lidded eyes piercing into his soul. "But it's my turn to show you how much you mean to me…"

He gulps, Addams apple bobbing as she returns her mouth to his, his whimper of anticipation and excitement adorably pathetic. His natural scent and taste intoxicated her as she moves her mouth to his neck, shivers running down his spine as she gently nips his skin with her teeth with a small moan, his pheromones like a drug to her.

"Y-you're a goddess…" He whimpers as she glows in the moonlight, her fingers gently undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"And I'm all yours…" She replies.

He makes a weird squeaking sound but she found it cute as she hums into his chest, mouth following her fingers. She can feel his heart hammering against her head as her mouth moves down his solid chest, his cock already solid and pleading to be released. His crimson hue does not once let up as he watches her every movement, slack-jawed and gawping like some idiot fish out of water.

"You can use me all you want." He breathes, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress. "Use me to feel good."

"No…" She replies in a soft tone, pushing his now-open shirt off his arms. "Tonight is all about you."

His mouth is dry from all the gawping as she pushes him back and lifts her nightgown over her head, revealing her celestial being-like body to him.

"Y-Y/N…" He stammers, all functioning parts of his brain short-circuiting.

"I belong to you, Reiner…" She purred, the both of them not able to get enough of the other. "Touch me anywhere you'd like…"

"Ah~ …" He quietly wails, already leaving the boundaries of sanity just by seeing her gorgeous body.

His left-hand slides up her ribs to her breast, rolling it within his hand and pulling her erect nipple. His breathing is hot and heavy as she allows his large greedy hands to invade her. She then begins to tug at his trousers, freeing his desire from the cloth as she moves her head and places soft, sensual kisses down his ripped torso.

His voice breaks in a whine as her satin soft skin brushes against his cock, her teasingly slow affections down his abs driving him insane. But what really pushed him over the edge, was how, as she reached his groin, her eyes flickered up to meet his, gorgeous and fluttering as her mouth moves closer and closer to his cock.

"I don't deserve you." He whispers, throwing his head back and gripping the sheets as her tongue now lies upon the base of his large shaft. "Oh god…"

She runs her tongue up his length at a snail-pace, his mouth hanging open and his hands circling the sheets aimlessly.

"It's so big…" she gasps.

Of course, she already knew. But she wanted to push his sanity, to see how far he'd go before he lost control.

"So big, I don't know how it's going to fit…"

He tugs at his hair lying flat on his back as she begins to give it cute yet sexy kitten licks across the most sensitive spot, his pre-cum sweet and weeping.

"Shi---t." He hisses, eyes wide at the ceiling.

She takes him into her hand, now circling her tongue around the tip before ever-so-slowly sliding her lips down as far as it'd go, keeping the seal tight and her cheeks hollow, but ensuring she kept the pace to a low level.

"I… I can't… I'm gonna wake everyone up…" He pleads, trying to stifle his loud cries.

He lets out a high-pitched whine as she removes him from her mouth.

"Oh? I can stop if you'd like…?"

"N-no, I don't care. Please, don't stop…"

She slides her now-soaked panties down her legs before leaning over and gently putting them into his mouth as a gag, his eyes watering with how amazing he felt and how much she had turned him on. She returns to her movements, keeping the pace slow and the suction tight. His eyes continue to water as he gazes up at the ceiling, biting down on the bundled panties as hard as he could. His grip on the sheets was now so tight, veins were protruding as he clawed himself down to reality. His muffled moans were still vibrating through the material as she worked him, flicking her tongue over his tip every time she bobbed her head up. His toes curled and gripped air and his legs tensed just as hard as his arms as he blinks away tears of joy.

How can anything on this earth feel so good? He thinks to himself, hopelessly, as his head tilts back further, the lump in his throat prominent as he whines loudly through the gag.

Suddenly he sits up, removing the panties from his mouth.

"I can't take it." He mutters, eyes dark as he pulls her to her feet. In the blink of an eye, he had her pinned to the bed, her thighs pushed up to her chest as he places his angry-looking dick at her tiny hole.

"R-Reiner…" She stammers, shocked and turned on beyond belief.

She knew he was strong. But in this instance she could feel the strength within him pouring out of his entire being, just coiled and ready to pound into her.

He grits his teeth in a silenced groan as he pushes himself into his love once more, before beginning to pump into her at a decent pace. He hides his head next to hers, muttering all sorts of profanities and beautiful words into her ear as his king cock prods and intrudes upon her insides.

"God you feel amazing. I'm going to fuck you like this every fuckin' day." He hisses into her, lacing both his hands into hers and holding them against the mattress; his ass bobbing up and down as he dips deeply inside of her.

"I can't get enough of you, y/n… I urgh… ah…"

She can't reply. She's being pushed into her own heaven, his beautiful sex pushing her closer and closer to her golden end. In a strange yet wonderful way, it feels as though his trunk of a cock was prodding her so deep, it was in her throat.

He just wanted to kidnap her and run away, taking her to some cave and fuck her every day. No interruptions. No friends hanging around. Just he and her, pumping her full of his seed, every. single. day.

So this is what he's like, feral… She thinks, not an ounce of complaint in her observation.

He hisses as he slows his pace, now slowly pushing into her cervix.

"You gonna make me a Dad, huh?" He whines into her; his eyes closed but mouth sloppily making out with her neck in between words.

Wait, what?

"Fuck, gonna fill you up… gonna pump you full of my kids. Get you all swollen with me…"

She blinks but she doesn't say anything. This was obviously Reiner's deep-rooted kink. She just felt happy he was comfortable enough with her to allow himself to bring her into such fiery realms of his psyche.

"Gonna pump you so full..."

She goes with it gladly, rocking her hips to his new rhythm and enjoying the loud, yet muffled groans he was emitting into her ear.

She decides to see if she can push him further.

"Ah~ Reiner... I can't handle it... I need to be full with you."

His pace quickens, pulling his head up to look at her - his eyes heavy and hazed, his speech slurred and drawling. "You're gonna be, baby. Gonna t-take such good care of you. I, ah, I can't... handle it."

He shocks her as he grabs her ass hard before giving it an open palmed slap, this being the first he'd been anything but a blushing mess being within her.

She cries out in surprise at it, her insides clenching harder against his poundings.

"mmm, cum for me, baby... I know you're close." He whispers drunkenly, his fingertips digging into her curves.

She turns her head slightly to feel the sheet by her head was wet. He was so beyond, he'd been drooling into her the entire time he'd been muffling his loud groans of euphoria.

Knowing how far gone he has turned her on beyond words. She knew if someone tried to interrupt him from blowing his fat nut into her, he'd probably get physical.

"Shit!" He spits as your insides flex and dance in your rapture, milking his cock with each powerful squeeze, his own golden end had approached and it was the biggest orgasm of his life so far.

His vision is taken from him as he detonates within her, the weapon of mass destruction making a total mess of her insides as his legs quiver and give out, resulting in him flopping on top of her, his breath so heavy he's slightly wheezing.

"D-don't m-move..." He stammers from within his darkness. "Keep it all inside of you, like the good girl you are."

She's still blown away by the levels of depravity his kink took him, his vocals still humming softly even now.

Once he finally calms down, poor Reiner is a little embarrassed. But you don't care. It's just a kink. And it's a fucking hot one at that. If he wants to breed you into his good little housewife, then so fuckin' be it.

#reiner brainrot #reiner x you #reiner x reader #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner imagine #reiner fluff #reiner braun smut #snk #snk smut

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luckytiggertalia · 7 months

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Named, but Nameless

1.2k homelander x reader, sfw, fluff, headcanons about his birth name, a canon conversation between my oc and homelander written in an x reader format, she/her reader

Gaining such a strong connection with another human, after Madelyn, was something Homelander was convinced would never happen again nor would he ever try again. The fragility of human life and the strength of a supe never mixed well. Like water and oil, so close and yet always separate. Life and love didn't care about that, though. Life and love were the reciprocating shakers, vibrating and agitating the oil and water until they were as incorporated as possible.

His couch was the shaker, and his knee was doing the shaking, bouncing up and down in rhythmic thumps. The foreign feeling of tightness in his chest overwhelmed him. He was a God. Why the hell was he feeling all these human emotions? What reason did he have to be so anxious? Beside him was nothing more than his mortal. He was stronger than her. He was braver than her. He could do anything and everything she couldn't. So why couldn't he respond to one simple question?

"Answer me.. please. Are you okay?" she said after concluding that he would stay silent. Her voice was laced with worry, with her brows knitted together. "Homelander?"

His supe name rolled off her tongue so deliciously, despite the name being admittedly bulky. Her voice carried that name through his every vein and artery, but the tightness in his chest remained. That was his name. He was Homelander. And yet, after gaining such a connection to her, the name felt… wrong. Perhaps it was the cliché of superheroes to have secret identities. Starlight had one, "Annie" they called her. Black Noir did, too, "Earving". Was his name worthy of being a secret identity?

"Homelander?" she repeated, speaking more sternly. She reached out to him, placing her hand over his bouncing knee, knowing all too well that she couldn't still it.

"John.." he said, his voice hushed.

"John?" she repeated.

Homelander grimaced, hearing her say it. This was a mistake. He said it too impulsively, and now it was too late to take it back.

"J.. John. It's my birth name. Use it. If you want, I mean." The uncertainty in his voice made him sick. He sounded so pathetic, so unsure, so human.

She didn't speak, instead just trying to read his expression. The silence sickened him. Was she judging him for his name? Was the name too simple or boring for her? He had never exactly told a partner his real name. They always seemed to just find out, whether by accident or by snooping. He had hoped being the one to tell this lover his name would feel liberating. Oh, how wrong he was. This felt suffocating. This felt like his identity was being forced upon him. This felt like that damned cage he was kept in as a child. John. John Doe. Named, but nameless. A science experiment with no sense of self. Only pain. Torment. Abuse.

"Do you want me to call you that?" her voice rang out, presumably noticing how uncomfortably he stirred from her silence.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Her knowing and using his assigned name was supposed to be the next step, and yet he wanted to say "no". Needed to say "no".

"It's okay if you don't want me to, baby. I'm okay with just calling you Homelander."

His brow furrowed as he groaned, slamming his hands on the couch and forcing himself to his feet.

"No! No, you aren't… you aren't fucking getting it!" Homelander paced, his hand up near his mouth as he chewed on the leather of his crimson glove. "It isn't enough. 'Homelander' isn't enough! Everyone calls me that… Everyone uses that name. It's not special!" He hardly knew if he was making any sense to her. He wasn't even making any sense to himself. He knew he had no reason to get upset or frustrated because of something as trivial as a name, and yet he couldn't help it. He felt like a child.

"Sweetheart, hey. It's alright. Let me try and understand, okay? Come here," she beckoned, arms opened and inviting.

His teeth sunk harshly into the leather, his pacing slowing down as he glanced toward her. He stood still before going to reclaim his spot beside her, leaning into her warmth with his nose pressing into her neck.

"Alright… So no 'John', and 'Homelander' isn't special enough. We could go with a nickname? I've used 'Homie' in the past. How about that one?"

The vibrations of her throat and the sound of her calmly beating heart soothed his unease. Always a problem solver, this one. The world would be damned if she ever couldn't find a solution to something.

"No… I like 'Homie', but it's still not special enough. I… I guess I want something more private. Just for us."

"Ah, I see."

Silence again, but this time he knew she was just thinking. He didn't speak either, curious to see what his partner would come up with. She often surprised him with her ideas and suggestions and he hoped she would surprise him here, too.

She broke the silence, "How about… Johnny? It is close to ‘John’, but far enough away to be special, and private, of course.”

The corner of his lip quirked in surprise. "Johnny?" he repeated, lifting his head off her shoulder. He had to fight back the smile forcing its way onto his lips.

"Yeah! Johnny. I think it's cute, personally."

Homelander bit the inside of his cheek, averting his eyes all while turning his head away from her. That smile won and sat plastered across his lips. Hearing her say it again made a warmth blossom from his chest and spread to his every extremity. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. It wasn't any spectacular nickname at all, rather common really, and yet it sat with him. The tightness and anxiety he had felt was quickly forgotten.

"I mean, we can try it," he said with an attempt at sounding indifferent. He leaned back against the couch, head still turned away from her.

His response earned a small laugh from her, "We'll try it, then." He heard her leaning closer and saw her hand coming around out of his peripheral. Soft and tender, her hands held his face as if he were a fragile, porcelain doll. She turned his head to look at her, her eyes filled with nothing but affection and love for him. They stared deep into the blues of his own. Instinctively, his head leaned deeper into her hold, lips centimeters away from her palm.

"I love you, Johnny…"

That…

It rolled off her tongue, her lips… It glided through the air like a feather. His eyes grew wider and softer, lips parting as he took it all in. Her voice echoed throughout his psyche. He latched onto the soundwaves, never wanting to forget how beautiful her words sounded. His mind felt numb and he felt a high he’d never experienced before. He felt lightheaded in the best way possible. All that combined with the softness and love in her eyes made him feel as if he would faint right in her arms. He leaned deeper into her touch, reaching a hand up to press hers harder into his cheek. He kissed her palm, lips smiling against her skin.

I love you, Johnny…

"I love you too, my darling…"

#talia dabbles in writing #homelander #the boys amazon #homelander x oc #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander fanfiction #i rarely write outside of roleplay #very nervous about posting this i dont remember when i wrote my last fanfic #enjoy <3

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aliteralmine · 1 year

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it’s canon that abed (and the rest of the study group) never talks about troy anymore after he left. meanwhile, i think it’s the exact opposite for troy. i’d like to think he talks about the study group all the time to literally anyone he meets. he even observes their personality and likens them to a study group member. like he gets to know someone and he’d be like “oh you remind me of my friend annie” or “you’re just like shirley” or “you are being such a jeff!” even when the other person has no clue what he’s talking about.

he has found a “second annie” “second britta” “second shirley” “second jeff”, hell even a “second pierce” but never a “second abed.” because, he realizes, no one could ever compare to him. and he makes that everyone’s problem. so much so that one time, a fling gets fed up with him and says, “well im sorry i’m not that abed guy!” and he just freezes, because they’re right. all he could say is “yeah. im sorry too.”

what he shouldve said is, ‘i should stop comparing you to abed. thats unfair to you” or “no, you’re you, and i like you for what you are” but he didn’t. because all he can feel is how much he misses abed and how awful it is that nobody is as wonderful as he is and troy just. left all that behind.

#does he realize he’s in love with abed yet?#who knows #trobed #troy barnes #abed nadir #community nbc

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blindmagdalena · 9 months

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How would Homelander feel about his s/o calling him Johnny? Never John, but Johnny, giving him a nickname at the least.

Also I can totally imagine him taking his girlfriend’s last name or maybe there’s an occasion where his girlfriend needs to introduce him with a last name and she just calls him “Johnny (insert her last name here)” and he’s just really touched because he finally has a family name. He finally has family.

i think it would just wildly depend on how they got there. maybe someone determined enough could help him reclaim that name, especially altering it so affectionately. Homelander is desperate to be loved, to be accepted, to have what he has been deprived of.

however, all of those desires heavily conflict with his need for perfection. for godhood.

Homelander is clearly the name he's most comfortable with, regarding "John" as a secret identity that he has long since shed, not his "real" name. he said as much to Annie. plus, when he called her secret identity cute, it pretty much confirmed to me that he considers those identities to be their costumes. to him, their hero personas are their true selves.

i'm sure i've talked about this before, but Homelander never once calls any of the other supes by their civilian names. he only ever addresses them by their superhero names, and i think that says a lot about how he views those respective identities, as well as his own.

John is a persona. Homelander IS his real name, at least as far as he's concerned in current canon.

that said, i AM a huge sucker for Homelander taking his s/o's last name. i think that's incredibly sweet.

#ofc this is just my opinion and if YOU like seeing john/johnny/jay/jj/etc used in fic then i think that's great!#it's just that personally i have gravitated pretty heavily away from using john without significant setup involved #homelander headcanons #homelander x reader #darling anon #ask and you shall receive

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on-my-vigilante-sht · 1 year

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Capitol Punishment IX

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage

Word Count: 3.3K

Part VIII | Masterlist | Part X

A/N Guys I have to have spreadsheets just to keep all the tributes straight

The next morning didn’t even feel like morning, you were too nervous about the games to sleep. So was Haymitch as you both whispered assurances in each others ears. Neither of you were stupid. While you were confident in Plutarch’s plan there was still a very real possibility that one or both of you would be killed by another tribute or the game makers. But you both suppressed those feelings, each reveling in their spouse’s touch.

But as the sun officially rose over the Capitol, you were torn from each other. Of course you each promised to find and protect the other.

You were flown to the arena with Katniss and Cinna. No one spoke a word except for a Capitol woman as she injected the tracker into you. It was just as painful as the first time eight years ago.

Once you landed you went to your tube first. “Your suit has no thermal. It’s thin and waterproof, I suspect a tropical climate,” Cinna explained to the both of you before becoming serious. “Y/N, it was an honor to work with such an iconic Victor. I’ll see you on the other side,” he said ambiguously. You knew he knew about the plan given all the designs he had shown you for Katniss in the future.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, stepping into the tube. The glass slid down encasing you while they went to Katniss’ tube.

You tried to calm yourself down, telling yourself that everything would be alright once you found Haymitch.

An automated voice informed you that there were 30 seconds until the timer as your platform was lifted. You were blinded by the simulated sun at you approached the top. The smell of seawater flooding your nose as you realized in horror you were surrounded by water. And you highly doubt they put you at the shallow end, you’d have to swim. Once you were fully settled on your platform and your eyes had adjusted, you scanned the arena. You were surrounded by water with rock runways leading to the center where the cornucopia sat. Behind you was beach with jungle laying just past that. You scanned the other tributes, horrified to realize that you couldn’t see Haymitch. Of course they’d put him where you couldn’t see him. But Annie was also stood on the next platform over. She looked like she was about to have a breakdown on her platform.

“Annie!” you called. She looked over at you, chest still heaving although you were glad to see relief wash over her features as she recognized you. “I can’t swim. Will you help me if I find Finnick for you?”

She nodded. 15 seconds left on the clock as you prepared. 10 seconds… 5 seconds… 3… 2… 1. The timer went off and you could see the other tributes dive into the water, many of whom also didn’t know how to swim.

Annie dove towards you, swimming surprisingly fast for such a small thing. Once she was only a couple feet away you slipped into the water, your head going under almost immediately. The water was so cold as you struggled to reach the surface, flailing your limbs desperately. A small hand grabbed one of your arms, tugging you up. Annie is too small to actually pull you out of the water but her touch managed to ground you enough to give you the sense to breach the surface. You took a large gulp of air as Annie helped support you. Together you doggie paddled your way to the rock runway which you desperately climbed up.

As you pulled yourself up onto the rocks you took a second, coughing and sputtering up the water you accidentally swallowed. As you were trying to regain your breath Annie started shaking your arm. You looked up to see one of the District 2 male tributes running at you with a sword and a determined look. But before you could even react he fell with an axe in his back. Johanna ran up, pulling the axe from his back, hitting him with it again before kicking his body back into the sea. “Run!” she yelled as she approached you. With her was one of her district partners, Blight, as well as Wiress and Beetee who was lugging a coil of wire.

She and Blight helped you up while also escorting Annie into the jungle. “Wait!” you called after a minute of running. “I need Haymitch and I promised Annie I’d help her find Finnick.”

“Trust me, we'll find them,” Johanna promised. “But right now we need to put as much distance as possible between ourselves and the others.”

As Haymitch stood on the platform he looked for his wife desperately. Seeing no sign of her he knew he’d have to find her at the cornucopia. As the clock was counting down he looked over, finding Finnick in one of the other wedges. They sent each other a nod of understanding. As the timer hit zero, Haymitch dove into the cold water, determined to get to you before another tribute could.

While Haymitch had never been swimming he understood the mechanics of it. After a couple seconds of mostly just flailing, he found a rhythm and made his way to the rocks. He managed to quickly pull himself up, running to the cornucopia. He reached it just in time as Katniss was about to put an arrow through Finnick. “Wait!” he called. He reached them both, stepping in between the pair. “He’s our ally.”

Before Katniss could protest Finnick spoke. “You find Annie, I’ll find Peeta,” he said, already running off.

“Hay-” Katniss started to shout angrily as her mentor grabbed a sword.

“Trust me, you want him as your ally. Keep your friends close and enemies closer and all that jazz.”

Katniss couldn’t get another word in, too quickly interrupted by Finnick calling that he found Peeta. They both ran towards his voice, finding Finnick handing off his trident to Mags before diving in. Peeta was desperately trying to crawl up back into his platform as one of the male tributes from 1 was trying to drown him. They both went under, a body floating up as Haymitch began to worry that it was Peeta who lost. But when blond hair breached the surface he and Katniss let out relieved breaths. As Finnick was helping Peeta onto the rocks he scanned the arena, unable to find you. Had you drowned? Had another tribute killed you? Or did you just run off into the jungle. Haymitch hoped it was the last one as Katniss started dragging the five of them towards the jungle.

“I can’t leave without Annie,” Finnick insisted. Haymitch felt the same about his wife.

“We’ll find her, she won’t be anyone’s target. Right now we need to get off this island,” Katniss insisted, running off with Peeta. Given that she needed to be protected the most, the two hopelessly in love men followed after her, praying that their lives were safe.

After a couple minutes of running Johanna had finally deemed the group “safe” and you were allowed to stop. “Y/N we have to find Finnick,” Annie almost immediately insisted.

“Not right now,” Johanna interrupted. We have no clue where they are and right now everyone is scattered. We’ll wait until everyone has settled for the night.

Annie looked reluctant but complied, settling down with Wiress.

“We have to find fresh water,” Blight said from beside you. Suddenly the canons started going off. You counted 16 deaths.

Once the canons were done you spoke. “Were there any supplies at the cornucopia?” you hadn’t even been able to get a good look of what was in it. It looked like mostly weapons.

“No, just weapons,” Beetee explained, messing with the wire despite the blood you noticed seeping across his shoulder.

“What happened?” you asked.

“Nuts over there just had to have the wire. Took a knife in the back to get it,” Johanna explained angrily.

“Okay so no supplies. They want this over quickly,” you scoffed. “They’re just trying to execute the victors without actually executing the victors.”

“We need to watch for others also searching for water in the jungle,” Beetee explained.

“We may also have to head back to the cornucopia. I don’t have any weapons,” you observed the others. Blight and Johanna both had axes, Beetee had his wire, Wiress was holding a small knife, rocking back and forth, and you knew that Annie would never pick up a weapon. “We can try to go when-” but you were interrupted by a beeping parachute. Everyone looked up with faces of confusion and surprise at a sponsor so soon in the games.

“God I hope it’s water” Blight wished as the parachute landed, getting tangled in some vines. Fortunately it was still withing reach as you plucked it from the flora.

You opened the box spotting a belt with various knives sheathed inside along with a note,

I look forward to seeing you after the games, Y/N. - Your clients

You had a sick feeling in your stomach, different from your usual nausea, knowing that this came from multiple people. But nevertheless you slung the belt onto your hips.

“Seriously? Already?” Johanna asked with disgust.

“It doesn’t come without it’s price,” you muttered. “Might as well get some use out of it rather than someone else.”

A look of respect crossed over her face. You surveyed the others, finding Wiress and Annie sharing what looked like chestnuts. “Woah wait, do you know for certain what those are?” you asked.

“Yeah, they grow in Victors Village in 4,” Annie explained.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving to sit by them. Annie held one out for you which you took. You were starving. You hadn’t been able to eat that morning and even if you were able to eat you’re sure you would’ve thrown it up anyway. Fortunately the fetus, maybe also starving, didn’t cause you to throw up the chestnuts and you were finally able to keep something down.

As you are you tried to talk with Wiress but she never responded and when she did it was nonsensical. Unsure of what was going on you instead turned your attention to the others.

You carried on for a little while after that but soon enough night fell and along with that were the fallen tributes in the sky. You were relieved you didn’t see Haymitch or anyone else you cared about but your heart broke for all of them. They all fought so hard however many years ago to survive in the hopes of living the rest of their lives in peace. Only for that life to be ripped away and for them to die cruel, terrifying deaths back in the arena. If only they could’ve lived just another day or two, maybe Plutarch could’ve gotten them out.

Meanwhile Haymitch and the others were all watching the fallen tributes in the sky, everyone relieved to not see yours or Annie’s faces.

As night settled over both groups, you and Johanna both decided to take watch. You too a seat next to her, leaning up against the tree she was also leaned on. “Do you miss him?” she suddenly asked.

“Yeah, I do. But he wasn’t in the sky so we can find him and Finnick tomorrow.” You looked at Annie who was curled into a little ball a couple feet from you.

“I can’t believe they put her back in here,” Johanna scoffed. “Any of us but her especially.”

“I’m convinced the word ‘cruel’ doesn’t exist in the Capitol. They’re so desensitized they don’t even know what it means. And Snow knows, he just doesn’t care. All he cares about is making sure people know that you can’t ‘overcome the power of the Capitol,’” you mocked his words.

Johanna hummed in agreement. “I’m sorry about what happened to you.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to *you,” you returned, referring to the fact that Snow killed everyone she loved for her refusal to become like you.

Your heart to heart was then interrupted by what sounded like the ringing of a very heavy bell with a menacing sound. 12 chimes. It woke the others up just in time for them to watch a large tree be struck by lightning a few times. “What the hell?” you murmured.

“Tik tok,” Wiress then suddenly muttered. “Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, the mouse went down, hickory dickory dock.”

“Wiress? Are you okay?” Annie asked. But Wiress just continued on with the nursery rhyme.

“I think she may be in shock. Dehydration isn’t helping either,” Beetee explained.

“You think you could bat your eyelashes and get us some water?” Johanna asked you sarcastically.

“Beetee makes all their gadgets for them, make him do it,” you protested.

“Do you think the thundercloud that made the lightning will also rain?” Annie asked from her position still sat on the ground.

“It’s not raining now, doubt it will. The game makers a probably only made the lightning strike,” Johanna dismissed.

“Tiktoktiktoktiktok,” Wiress’ repetitions got louder, catching everyone’s attention. She was looking up at the sky so all of your gazes followed, spotting a heavy looking cloud crawling over your spot. Almost immediately after you all noticed it, rain started pouring from the sky.

You and the others initially eagerly reveled in the cooling drops on your skin but you all came to the quick and horrifying conclusion that it was blood. Blood was pouring from the sky so thick and so fast it was becoming blinding. While you were still able to open you eyes all you could see was red. You had managed to stumble underneath a tree which gave you temporary relief but soon enough the leaves were saturated and pouring blood on you as well. You were still able to see enough when Blight stumbled away from the rest of you, trying to find cover when he was suddenly electrocuted, flying back five feet.

You couldn’t tell who else witnessed it but the second you opened your mouth to shout for him, it filled with blood. You’ve had your fair share of injuries that resulted in bleeding in the mouth and you were no stranger to the horrible taste of blood but now you were gagging on it. It was so bad you felt tears well in your eyes as you continued to choke on the thick, hot, blood for god knows how long.

It eventually lightened up enough for the group to collect themselves. “We have to get to the beach,” you said, blood still finding its way into your mouth. The rain was still very much there except now you could all see. So you all headed out of the jungle, passing Blight’s blood soaked and charred body.

As you got closer to the beach, you heard a scream come from what sounded like across the arena. “Anyone recognize that voice?” you asked. The others shook their heads.

“Good, someone we don’t have to care about,” Johanna dismissed bitterly, continuing on. By now you were withing sight of the beach, just in time to see a giant wave crest over it’s wedge in the sea. It stopped once it reached the cornucopia, the wave forming a 90° angle once it reached the cornucopia. Annie, spotting the wave, clutched your arm, stumbling back a little. There was pure terror in her eyes. You remembered that’s how she won her games, she witnessed the drownings of the last handful of kids in her arena. She had somehow miraculously survived.

“Hey, it’s okay. It stopped, it’s gone” you tried to soothe. “Besides, you’re District 4. You and Finnick can handle a few waves, yeah? You’re okay, it’s not coming back,” you promised.

Annie nodded hesitantly as she allowed you to continue to lead her to the beach. You all stumbled out onto the sand, having to coax Wiress out into the open.

“Annie?!” a shout called, causing you all to turn.

You recognized that voice. And so did Annie. “Finnick!” she called back, running towards him.

Haymitch was half frozen in place staring at his wife covered in blood. He wanted to cry he was so relieved to see you but so worried seeing your blood covered state. You spotted him first, running towards him. He met you, opening his arms to catch you in a tight hug. “I was so scared one of those canons was you,” Haymitch whispered against your hair.

“Me too,” you muttered back.

“Are you... both okay?” he whispered hesitantly, trying not to clue anyone else in, both Capitol and tributes.

“Yeah, I think so,” you nodded.

“Good. Now what happened?” he asked, pulling back a little to observe all the blood.

“It’s not mine,” you clarified. By now all the others had joined you. “It was raining blood in the jungle.”

“Hot, thick blood. It was choking us. We were stumbling around gagging on it, blind,” Johanna practically screamed angrily. “That’s when Blight hit the forcefield.” She took a deep breath. “He wasn’t much but he was from home.”

Wiress then came over, muttering “Tik tok.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Katniss asked.

“She’s in shock. Dehydration isn’t helping. Do you have any water?” Beetee asked.

“We can get some,” Katniss answered. She then looked at you. “Glad you’re still alive.”

“Same to you,” you replied to the emotionally stunted girl. “Hey Peeta,” you smiled, welcoming his incoming hug.

By now Wiress and Johanna were struggling as the woman from District 3 was frantically trying to communicate with her. “Hey, get off her!” Katniss yelled, defensive of Wiress already. She pushed Johanna into the water, forcing Finnick and Haymitch to separate them.

“Stop it!” Haymitch yelled. “You’re allies now.”

“I got them out for you!” Johanna shrieked as Finnick pulled her away.

“For me? What does that mean?” Katniss asked, confused.

“She knew that’s what it’d take to get you as an ally,” you tried to explain. “C’mon, Wiress and I need help cleaning up,” you changed the subject. “You all should clean up too,” you suggested, gesturing to the people you hugged who now had blood smeared across their clothing. You, Katniss, Peeta, Wiress, and Haymitch all waded into the ocean, trying to rid yourselves of the blood.

Haymitch tried to help you scrub the blood out of your hair but it never seemed to fully come out so you gave in, tying it back with blood still faintly trailing your neck and chest. “C’mon,” Haymitch suggested gently, bringing you back to the beach. You sat down on the sand with Finnick, Annie, and Beetee.

“Hey, Y/N,” Finnick caught your attention. “Thanks for looking out for Annie.” She smiled at you from her position by his side.

“I’d still be stranded on that platform if it weren’t for her,” you explained.

“I think this stuff is too friendly for the Capitol,” Haymitch remarked sarcastically.

You laughed, stroking his hair from his eyes. “How’s sobriety? Real, cold-turkey sobriety?” you clarified

“Awful,” he muttered.

Your nice peace circle was then suddenly interrupted by Katniss running up to you all. “Guys it’s a clock!”

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