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faithshouseofchaos · 2 months

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Can you pls do Kimi x Reader where the reader is his wife also a driver but went on break because she's secretly pregnant. She came one of races and paparazzi went wild so Kimi protected them because she was holding there baby. THANK YOU

Vultures — Kimi raikkonen x wife!reader

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A year ago you went on a break from racing and no one outside your teams and close circle of friends knew why. Interviewers often grilled Kimi asking for answers and in true Kimi fashion he dodged the questions by not actually giving them the information they so desperately craved and eventually they gave up.

Today was your first day back into the paddock. You were excited to show off the newest addition to the Raikkonen family Baby girl Nora Raikkonen. A carbon copy of her mother Kimi always joked. You and Kimi both planned ahead knowing that people would go crazy at the first public sighting of you in a year since your baby girl was born.

Kimi was a bit on edge and anxious knowing what was about to happen. He didn't like the idea of the paparazzi swarming around you and your baby girl.

'Please stay close to me,' he said as he walked you both close to the Paddock entrance.

Your husband was acting more protective than usual and you smiled reassuringly letting Kimi know that you weren't as nervous as him.

Your daughter was strapped to you and was quiet for the most part.

The first glimpse of Kimi walking with you and his daughter was enough to send them into a frenzy. They tried getting any kind of photos not minding the fact that it would be blurry.

Kimi kept his arms wrapped around you both, making sure that he was standing in front of you and Nora.

The photographers kept asking him questions but he kept redirecting them, he was firm yet graceful with the way he talked which shut up some of the more brazen reporters.

Another photographer tried to step around you and Kimi to get a better shot of your adorable baby girl, Kimi saw and moved to block the man from your and your daughters way.

'Move' he hissed but still the man tried to pass which made Kimi's temper flair which he rarely showed but people who crossed the line definitely got the wrath of the Iceman.

'I said, MOVE,' he growled this time, not caring that everyone would hear it.

People knew that the Finn was a no-nonsense kind of person but seeing the usually calm and collected man lose his temper sent murmurs throughout the paddock.

A few more people came over to add their two cents in the situation but Kimi remained firm in his stance.

'She's my daughter. Leave. Her. Alone,' Kimi stated, still blocking you from being photographed.

He glared at the man who was trying to get around to photograph your daughter again. The man moved slightly, just enough to trigger Kimi's anger further.

Before you knew it, Kimi had moved the man roughly aside to make sure your daughter was safe from the onslaught of photographers.

It was rare to see Kimi lose his temper in person but when he did everyone stepped back and backed off.

Kimi didn't care that people were staring and he definitely didn't care about their cameras clicking. He only had eyes for Nora who seemed unfazed by her surroundings and was still content being held by her father.

The Finn's protective streak was showing and it didn't make a difference whether the paparazzi wanted photos of you or your daughter, in his mind he knew the reason they were there to begin with and he wanted to give them nothing.

“Fucking vultures” you say once you and Kimi get inside the Ferrari motor home

Kimi immediately relaxed once he was inside the motor home.

'Yes, they are,' he hissed back, still angry with how the people were treating you and your daughter just because she was Kimi's daughter.

Nora giggled and held her father's face which made Kimi soften his glare as he looked at his daughter who was now his world and couldn't imagine his life without her.

Nora's giggle softened the atmosphere for a moment and it made Kimi want to take his daughter in his arms and hold her close, keeping her safe from all the chaos outside.

He smiled and planted a kiss on her head before wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

'Are you okay?' he asked you once Nora was settled.

Kimi looked at you and waited for an answer, his gaze intense and his tone caring.

'Yes, I'm fine,' you answered truthfully.

You were fine, you did feel a bit rattled by the way those photographers were acting but your husband was doing a good job at keeping him and your daughter away from them.

'Are you sure?' he asked you again, his gaze still looking at you over, checking to see if there were any obvious signs of you not being fine.

'Yes. It was just a bit overwhelming but I'm okay now. Thank you.'

You gave him a smile which he returned.

Nora was now asleep, her cute little head rested against your chest as she slept while the rest of the paddock continued to whisper about you and your husband being back in the paddock.

Even after a year of being absent, the news of your return and your daughter was making everyone talk.

The paddock couldn't move on until they had an answer from you as to why you left in the first place and to see the newest edition to the paddock.

You were still trying to process everything, including those crazy photographers, but Kimi had managed to calm you a bit and the fact that Nora was sleeping comfortably in your arms helped too.

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nickgoesinsane · 6 months

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Lazy Sundays with Finn…

You’re woken up by a warm, calloused hand mapping out the skin of your stomach, fingers sliding over the hair leading into your underwear. You blink blearily, squinting at the morning sunlight slipping into the room through the gaps in the closed blinds. Mussed blond hair comes into view as Finn ducks his head to nuzzle at the column of your throat, lips pressing against your pulse. “Good morning.” He says in greeting, cheeky.

You huff in amusement, combing a hand through his bedhead. “Feels like it.” You quip, very aware of the hardness pressing against your hip. Finn chuckles, not an ounce of shame in his body, and cants against you. There’s nowhere you need to go today, nothing to do, unless there’s an emergency. Though there are fewer and fewer of those nowadays. Not that you’re complaining.

You lift yourself off the bed and kiss him, pushing him down by the shoulders and nudging his thick thighs apart to settle between them. Finn laughs into your mouth, and the lovely sound makes you smile. You kick off your underwear and help him remove his own while he drags his mouth down the curve of your jaw.

“Need to shave.” You grunt at the feeling of his stubble scratching you when he fixes his teeth into the meat of your shoulder. It hurts in the good way— sends pleasure shooting down your spine like sparklers sizzling under your skin. Your hips grind down, your cock rutting against his. The delicious friction rips a gasp from both your throats, spines arching to press your chests together.

You slide your hands down his body to hike his legs around you, and he locks his ankles behind your back. Finding a rhythm is easy, years of experience in this push and pull of chasing the addicting high of release. The muscles in your abdomen tense, precum drooling from the tip of your cock as it thrusts against his.

“Harder. Please, harder.” Finn gasps, staring up at you with those pretty blue eyes glistening wetly. He looks so fucking pretty.

“God, you drive me insane.” You grab his hips to lift his lower half and thrust down a little harder. Finn’s prosthetic whirrs as the metal fingers grip your shoulder. His head tilts back, pale lashes dewy, and his thighs flex around your hips. The rounded nails of his flesh hand drag down your chest, leaving five raised lines at their wake.

“That feels so— fuck, I—” He can’t finish his train of thought, mouth failing to form the words that get caught between choked moans and whines.

You lean down and lick into his mouth, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around your erections. They’re slick with precum, wetting your palm as you stroke with a near frantic need. The kiss grows sloppy, interrupted by hitched breaths and soft grunts and senseless rambles. Finn’s hand clamps down on your nape, a muffled whine leaving him as he sucks on your bottom lip.

He comes undone first, eyes screwing shut and muscles rippling under sun kissed skin. His release paints your skin and his own, catching on the hair on your bodies. Finn grows lax in your hold, kiss swollen lips parted and tears rolling down his temples to soak into his hair. You follow with a swear caught between your teeth, the sight alone enough to push you over the edge.

Your hips buck with every wave of pleasure, spilling ropes of cum that add to the mess, moving until it toes the line of too much. With a satisfied groan, you move off him and roll onto your back, trying to catch your breath. Finn leans his head against your shoulder as he does the same.

“We need a shower.” You finally sigh into the morning air, the fan on the ceiling cooling down the sweat and cum on your skin.

Finn turns his head to look at you, flushed cheeks dimpling with a grin. “Wanna save water?” He asks playfully, nudging your ribs with his fingers.

You snort, unable to keep from smiling. “Absolutely.” You reply, knowing damn well you’ll spend more time getting even dirtier than actually getting clean. You love Sundays.

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igncrxntripley · 3 months

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their secret weapon pt. 14

synopsis: y/n's reunited with her loves, and they all begin to see just how much of a toll being away from them has taken on her.

author's note: grab your tissues and get the hell ready for this roller coaster

mentions: poly!judgment day, fem!reader, mentions of regular wrestling violence, some illusion to feelings of anxiety and depression, overall SFW

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"oh my god..." rhea had never reacted so fast to a text message. she was in bed, pajamas and all, ready to finally get some sleep after a hectic travel schedule and not having y/n home. but reading her phone for the last time before she planned to shut her eyes for the night had the eradicator jumping out of bed.

the rest of the group was scattered throughout the bedroom area; finn still deep in thought in the shower, dom fast asleep in bed already, and damian trying to make his side of the bed as comfortable as possible before hoping to be just as fast asleep as dominik. rhea getting out of bed and hurrying to slide someone's hoodie over her head was enough to wake dominik from his deep slumber, the young lucha rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "is there a fire?" he mumbled.

damian was just as confused. "rhea? babe, what's wrong?" he asked, watching the aussie hurry out of the bedroom and following closely behind. "rhea!"

"no no no no..." she was mumbling, panicking at the thought of what could have been on the other side of their front door. of course rhea wanted y/n home, they all did. but she also feared this was some sick joke. a nightmare she wasn't able to wake up from and she'd be forced to sit through the whole thing. the rain was drowning out the sound of damian's footprints rushing behind her, and a small crack of thunder sounded as she opened the door.

there stood y/n. soaking wet from the rain, shaking and trembling like a leaf, and the sight of rhea alone caused a sob to leave her lips. "m-mamí..."

"oh honey, shh," rhea tugged y/n into her arms and brought her inside the house. "i've got you, it's okay. you're home."

those words didn't feel real...none of this felt real to y/n. she'd spent the last month being ostracized from the people she loved as a form of payback. she was used as canon fodder against the judgment day, simply because she chose her own path and not what edge wanted for her. enough fear had been instilled in her that she didn't just go back home to her little family, and now that she was finally back in the safe embrace of the eradicator herself? that fear was even more rampant in her veins.

y/n was wriggling in rhea's arms, shivering and her teeth trembling as she tried to get warm. her entire body was drenched from the rain. even the warmth of rhea's body wasn't enough to make the shivering stop, and rhea realized that very quickly. "damian, dom, towels please?" she looked up at the top of the stairs, where dominik's mouth had practically dropped open with shock. "did i stutter? towels, dominik! dry clothes, blankets, anything!"

dominik snapped out of whatever trance he was in and ran into the bathroom for towels. finn was still showering, and upon hearing all of the commotion entering the steam-filled room where he was trying to process all of his emotions, he poked his head out from behind the curtain. "jeez, dom." he groaned. "it's late, what are you doing?"

the panic was written all over dom's face. "y/n..." he said, grabbing a stack of towels from a cabinet. "she's here. she came back in the rain." without another word, he left an astonished finn in the bathroom and rushed back to where rhea was holding a terrified y/n.

"i-i...i couldn't...rhea, it..." y/n could barely formulate words from how hard she was sobbing. it was hard to even distinguish what was tears and what was raindrops on her face.

rhea shook her head gently and wrapped y/n in a towel, then a blanket. "don't talk, y/n." she said softly, immediately pulling her close again to try and calm her down. "just take deep breaths for me, okay? come on, you're safe here. we've all got you."

damian, who's just finished bringing the warmest blankets in the house to where rhea and y/n were sitting together, took one of the towels from dominik and began drying y/n's hair so it would stop dripping down her back. "shh, estas en casa ahora hermosa." he said softly.

meanwhile, finn was left in a daze from dominik's words. y/n was here? she came back? how did she manage to do that? isn't she going to get in trouble? how he didn't slip when getting out of the shower was a mystery, because he got out of there as fast as he could and got dressed before rushing downstairs. the sight in front of him was one that not only broke his heart, but fueled every bit of anger that had already been permeating in his body. seeing y/n, shivering and huddled in rhea's arms as she sobbed and mumbled absolute nonsense was every reason for him to unleash absolute hell on edge.

go to her, my prince. she needs you now more than ever.

"oh, lovey..." the irishman rushed to where his girls were sat, his arms open for y/n who immediately rushed into them with another sob. "baby, what are you doing here? you know what they told you."

"i don't care!" she cried harder, hiding in his neck. "they can't keep me out of my home! t-that i pay for a-and clean and have a key to!" finn wrapped the towels around her a little tighter and she leaned into his loving touch. "no one is in charge of me but me."

all four members of the judgment day, while saddened this feud with edge and beth had gotten to this point, had to admit that there was an aspect to their princess's anger that had them feeling proud of her. the y/n they originally recruited into the judgment day probably would have never stuck her metaphorical middle finger up to her bosses or mentors. but her being in this position had forced her to dig up that buried confidence and finally put it to use.

time had passed, with all five members of this reunited judgment day sitting in the living room trying to warm up and calm down y/n until she was no longer sobbing and shivering. she'd been reduced to silent tears and the slightest trembles in her shoulders, but nothing more. more than anything, y/n was exhausted and she wanted to sleep in her own bed. "can i please go take s shower?" she asked quietly from finn's shoulder.

the prince nodded in response, damian moving the blanket and wet towels from her body as she stood up from her tight ball on the floor. "i'll put your pajamas in the dryer so they're warm for you, love."

the two walked upstairs, one of finn's arms around y/n as they went into the bathroom together. he grabbed a spare towel for the dryer as well, and gave a gentle kiss to y/n's forehead. "what else do you need, angel?" he was expecting something simple as answer from y/n; maybe her water bottle to be filled and by their bedside, or something to eat, maybe even a request for a specific member of their little family to hold her that evening or to sleep in the middle. but her words instead held a much deeper meaning.

"revenge. i want revenge."

****

monday night raw. only three weeks away from wrestlemania, the grandest stage of them all, and the judgment day only had one thing on their minds; ending this feud with edge, once and for all. for everything he did to them. for all of the chaos he put their little family through. every one of them wanted a piece of the fight, but finn ultimately was the one who'd be in that ring with the hall of famer.

edge stood in the ring, facing four members of the group who stood at the top of the ramp. they stood strong, like a solid barrier against the negativity and hurt edge had put them through. "a few weeks ago, you challenged me to a match at wrestlemania, right?" he asked finn. "and since you're not man enough to come in here and face me, you want your match at wrestlemania? fine, you got it!'

finn was hyped; he was nodding, smiling at the other man while the other members were getting just as hyped alongside him. finn had been dying for this match. he issued this challenge weeks ago, and the desire to be in a ring alone with this man was only getting bigger and bigger. the cheers of the crowd around them wasn't helping anything either.

"hey, did you hear that, dom?" the prince asked. "rhea, did you hear that? finn's going to wrestlemania! you think the beating i gave you at extreme rules was bad-" the adrenaline was pumping through his veins, he was trying his best to get through this promo without letting his hype get the better of him.

"shut your mouth!" edge's words silenced him, the crowd reacting in the canadian's favor. "for the last year of my comeback, i've wasted it on all of you." by his choice, for the most part. "the year before that, i wrestled in front of a bunch of tv screens in the thunderdome. i don't have time for this. i'm running out of time."

the irony in his words could be felt by the judgment day on an entirely different level. he had so much to accomplish that he abandoned y/n, left her in the dust in favor of his own career that had lasted twenty-plus years. sure, he was running out of time. but running out of time so fast that he had to practically forget y/n ever needed him in the first place?

the anger was pulsing through finn's body. the others could sense it, and dom put a careful hand on finn's shoulder in hopes that he'd calm down. but he couldn't stop pacing and moving as he glared deep into edge's soul from the top of the ramp.

"so the way i see it, there's only one way that this can end." edge said, holding onto the top rope as the audience also picked up on where he was going. finn was watching him carefully, his top lip twitching in anger just at the sight of him. "at wrestlemania, edge versus finn bálor, inside hell in a cell."

the audience reacted exactly how one would expect; finn stood stoic in his spot, edge was shaking with anger and adrenaline. the cheers from the crowd only fueled the two men and their respective anger.

finn was gripping his mic tight, his knuckles starting to whiten. "edge, i've been to hell before." he stated. "it spit me out because hell couldn't handle my demons. i'll see you at wrestlemania, but until then..." he looked at the other three members of the group, but what edge didn't see was what stood behind him with her own weapon of choice.

there y/n stood, coming up from her hiding spot under the ring with her own adrenaline rush. no one wanted this revenge on her mentor more than she did. no one wanted a front row seat more than her. this would be her first taste of that, as she swing her arms back and the kendo stick in her hands struck the back of the hall of famer. she hated to admit it, but there was a sense of pride as he fell to the mat and her partners began to unleash their own hell on him. y/n hit edge not once, not twice, but three times; and the yelps of pain that emanated from him sent chills down her spine.

even as the rest of the ring burst into chaos, other superstars coming out to edge's defense, she stood in front of him with her breath ragged and her palms sweating. "you're going to wish you never asked to meet the prince in the gates of hell." he'd never heard that growl to her voice or seen that ravenous look in her eyes. this was a new y/n, one that was sticking it to the people who'd caused her more pain than she'd been able to manage in her small body.

"get ready to meet the demon you created, pops."

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lol2345l · 4 months

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EVENTUALLY - finnick odair x f reader

summary : finnick finally gets the love of his life back after her games, only to be met with a fate worse than ever.

warnings : angst,fluff,mental illness,argument, bruises, !talks of sa, breakups,heartbreak,trauma

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Finnick considered himself somewhat lucky. Even after Snow had taken away his own body,his family he still spared you. You were the only person he had left and he would sure as hell do whatever it took to keep you safe. You were the warmth he needed and craved for.

Until the 68th hunger games. He knew there was only so much he could do to try and save you. He tried so hard, let you cry it out, trained you and taught you everything he knew. He never stopped apologizing until you came back to him. But that wasn’t you.

It wasn’t you who came out of that arena it was just a shell. He held you, helped you through nightmares and stayed by your side through it all.

“Finnick you can go home…I’ll be fine.” You assured him. He knew you didn’t want to burden him with everything especially because you knew what he goes through.

He sighed deeply, sitting back down next to you. “I want to stay with you, please let me help you.”

That was a phrase he repeated daily. And he learned it from you. It was something you would whisper to him when he would come back from a rough night in the capitol as you held him in your arms as if he would slip away.

Months passed by after your victory tour and Finnick’s thoughts were eating him alive. He could still hear Snow’s words ringing through his head. “Desirable” he hated that word. And he hated it so much more when he came back home only to hear you mutter it repeatedly.

“Honey…” His words echoed through the halls of his, and now your house aswell. You couldn’t stand living alone.

Picking yourself up you quickly got up leaving your shared bedroom only to be met with Finnick’s frightened expression. And you knew that he knew.

It felt like the universe and the gods wanted him to suffer. Each time things slowly started getting better he would be hit by something. And now as he stood there frozen in front of you, he turned to your room and his eyes widened in an inhumane way.

A bouquet of white roses.

You were barely even able to stand. Shaking as you gripped tightly onto him.

“I can’t Finn..I can’t.” You cried out for hours. He was ready to march to the capitol himself and demand to take on more customers just for them to leave you alone. But this was it. Snow knew you only had Finnick and he used that against you. And knowing you Finnick knew you agreed right away.

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It had been the worst couple of months of your life. Even after the games and everything you ever went through you were sure this was the worst. But you had Finnick there, every time you came back home from the capitol he knew exactly what to do. When to touch you, what you needed and he would prepare everything in advance.

Finnick couldn’t help but blame himself. Your popularity increased significantly making the others, including Finnick himself less wanted. Although he still went from time to time there was a part of him that was glad to have more freedom. But he shut that down quickly knowing how it was affecting you.

It was a particularly rough night in the capitol, walking back to the victors village slowly knocking on the door of your shared home Finnick opened it so quick causing you to flinch slightly which made every part of your body hurt.

His heart broke. You were already sobbing and falling into his arms. He held you gently noticing the bruises peeking through the back of your dress.

“It hurts so bad Finn…” you managed to mumble through your sobs.

“Where honey?” he tilted your chin so you could look him in the eyes.

“Everywhere…this shouldn’t be allowed!” you yelled with every ounce of energy you had left.

You sat there just looking into each other’s eyes. Yours were bloodshot red and his glossy refusing to fall apart in front of you now.

He gently tried placed his hand on your back causing you to wince and let out another choked sob.

You stayed there together all night. His back rested against the couch as your head was in his lap. Running his hands through your hair whispering to you reassuringly

“I won’t let them do this to you, i will fight for you. I promise.”

It took a while but you fell asleep. Shortly after you he was asleep aswell, holding your hand tightly. He couldn’t let you slip away from him.

This went on for quite some time. So on his next trip to the capitol Finnick marched up to president Snow begging for him to let you go for at least a little while. He tried to negotiate his eyes glossy once again but only earning a cold chuckle from Snow.

“Mr Odair, I’ve never had a victor do so well. Besides you of course.I’m afraid I can’t do that,you know the rules. Don’t you boy?” He smiled once more,that disgusting smile showing that he was pleased.

It made Finnick sick to his stomach. Clenching his fists he stepped a bit closer to Snow’s desk but still kept a safe distance.

“I will do anything possible if it means she gets some peace. Anything.” He didn’t care what would happen to him anymore, you and your safety were his priority. He couldn’t let this break you anymore.

Tilting his head to the side slowly, President Snow turned on the screen behind him showing a photo.

It was you and Finnick, dancing during the last night of your victory tour. He remembers that night very clearly, oh and how beautiful you looked in the ocean blue dress.

“What does this have to do with my proposal..?” Finnick knew this wasn’t going to end well but was prepared for anything. He was prepared to give this evil man his all just for you.

Another chuckle echoed throughout the room. Finnick couldn’t help but clench his fists even tighter, threatening to collide them with Snow’s face.

“You said anything…correct?” Snow uttered once again giving Finnick that sly smile.

He gulped just nodding his head unsure of what would come out of his mouth next. He glanced back at the screen tears threatening to spill, but he was stronger than that. He couldn’t let this man win.

“As much as we love our newest victor, you will always be a capitol favorite Mr Odair. But l have been informed that you asked certain questions about bruising to your shared customers? You know that’s not allowed. It makes our well paying customers feel as if they did something wrong. And we wouldn’t want them to be unhappy and dissatisfied now would we?”

As if they did something wrong? Them paying for your company is wrong. Everything about this entire trade system is wrong. He wanted to scream it in Snow’s face but he stayed silent.

Finnick opened his mouth slightly to say something before going back to his stern expression. “I just wanted to know how that was allowed,she had some bad bruising...” He managed to mutter out unable to keep calm anymore.

“Well it is not your place to question it, and you must stop from now on.” Snow gave back the same stern look.

Nodding his head once more Finnick stepped back and put on his fake capitol persona smile.

“I understand, I’ll stop. But my proposal-” He was stopped quickly by Snow.

“No my boy, I’m afraid you don’t understand. Young love, so fragile isn’t it? Quite distracting aswell…especially when you have a very demanding job.” He emphasized the “demanding” part which made Finnick clench his fists tighter than ever before, knuckles turning a pale white color.

“You will stop seeing her and talking to her, as well as moving her out of your home. Unless of course you want to never see her again, perhaps then her house could be made use of maybe even given to another future victor. But I am sure that’s something you wouldn’t want.” He smiled once more.

He won.

That was it, the one person that kept Finnick going was slowly about to slip away and it would all be his fault.

Silence filled the room and Finnick could’ve sworn he felt his heart stop. Looking back at the screen his eyes landing on you. Your eyes,your hair he kept scanning that photo as if it was the last time he would ever lay his eyes on you.

“I…” He tried to start his sentence before pressing his lips into a straight line. President Snow had executed victors before, so he knew it was no joke. As if it was ever a joke.

“As of what I know she isn’t here tonight. You know what to do.” President Snow spoke again nodding his head towards the direction of the door.

Finnick stormed out as quick as he could. He couldn’t risk falling apart in front of all of the capitol citizens as that would bring him even more trouble. But he didn’t care anymore.

You were already slipping through his fingers like sand since after your games, and now you would be completely blown away from him.

On the train back to 4, Finnick cried all night. He didn’t eat, he barely slept and he kept looking at the tiny photo he had of you two. He carried it everywhere as a reminder of what awaits for him at home. Now all that was left was his memories of you two.

All the times you spent on the beach together since you were kids, the long walks along district 4 and the beautiful smell of vanilla that lingered in the air every time you were around.

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Finnick ran back to the victors village as fast as he could. His heart beating rapidly threatening to jump out of his chest. He stood in front of your shared home, which would soon forcefully become only his home once again. But without you he can’t even call it a “home”.

He sighed deeply before walking up the steps.

If only there could be another way to do this.

He opened the door slowly just incase you were asleep. He was hoping you were so he could have at least one more night with you sleeping in his arms. He felt as if that was selfish of him, after all he would be the one to break your heart dangerously soon.

“Finn…? Is that you?” You questioned your voice coming from your shared bedroom.

He could hear your gentle steps coming from the hallway. He couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t.

“Finnick what’s wrong?! Are you okay?” You walked up to him quickly grabbing his face in your hands.

Your soft,gentle hands. He would miss your loving touches so much, he already missed them.

Unable to move, Finnick stood there frozen in place taking in your every feature. How strands of your hair were gently falling on your face, you stood there in front of him inspecting him completely looking for what was wrong.

He brushed your hair away from your face gently as you melted into his touch. He sucked in a deep breath before his eyes welled up with tears.

“You have to go…” He mumbled quietly hoping you didn’t hear him. He cupped your face gently and your expression somehow broke his heart all over again.

“What…?” You whispered quietly looking into his teary eyes your own tears now threatening to spill.

God, it felt like murder to put your heart through this.

You backed away slowly shaking your head. He just stood there. You looked back up at him, already a sobbing mess before slowly stepping closer.

“I don’t understand Finn…go where? Why?” Your hands were shaking slightly as you brought them back up to his face, now caressing his cheek.

He took your hands into his, holding them tightly.

“I am so sorry.” That was all he could say, his tears now spilling everywhere like the beautiful waterfalls around district 4 you both loved so much.

“Finnick, what happened? “You’re scaring me…I…”You could barely talk now,tears running and pouring hard.

“I’m sorry I…I know I always said that I could never hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Finnick what is going on?” You let out a small gasp, tears now flowing even more. It clicked, he was breaking up with you. He was leaving you. The man you loved more than the stars love the moon, the one who held you through all those dark nights, the one who promised to never hurt you. The one who promised to fight for you.

You pushed him away as hard as you could. Once,twice and then once again before hitting him in the chest.

He just stood there letting you,silent sobs escaping his mouth. He deserved it, he broke his promise and he hurt you.

He wanted to tell you that this is very last time i’m ever going to but he stayed silent. He let you pour your heart out and be angry. He deserved it, he let Snow get to him and now he’s paying the price. And it’s a big price to pay.

“I don’t understand!” You yelled as loud as you could through all of your sobs. “Did I do something…? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you…I…”

More sobs broke out from your mouth as Finnick grabbed you as tightly as he could, pulling you in, his shirt soon becoming drenched with tears. He couldn’t believe it. He was breaking your heart and you were the one apologizing.

He wished he could turn you back into a stranger , to spare you all the pain and heartbreak.

He held onto you but as strong as he was you managed to get out of his hold. You stood in front of him taking a good look at him. You pulled him in for a gentle yet passionate kiss.

“I’ll go get my stuff.” You mumbled as you rested your forehead against his.

That was it. He felt as if his life had now officially ended. Snow took everything away.

He watched as you left that night and walked over to Mag’s house still crying. He wanted to run to you,to hold you, to tell you that he had to do this for you.

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Days had passed by and Finnick was falling apart. He saw you a couple of times at the beach,in the market and just simply walking around district 4. He blamed himself for it all.

Maybe if he was never in your life you wouldn’t have to change it.

Still you consumed his thoughts,even two weeks later his mind kept going back and forth between his conversation with Snow, and his conversation with you.

He ruined it all from the start. Snow knew he loved-loves you. He had you reaped,sold and crumbled up completely. And then he took away the one person who helped you through it all just to make you suffer even more.

And you knew this, you knew that Finnick knew it aswell. But you still couldn’t understand why. Finnick promised he would fight for you, fight for you two to make it in this cruel world. But you never blamed him, you just couldn’t do it.

He stared out from his window only to be met with a sight that crushed him immediately. You coming back from the capitol,mascara staining your cheeks and the bruises on your skin completely fresh. A part of him wanted to run out of his house to help you, but the other part knew better.

He watched as you stepped into your house barely able to open the door due to your shaking hands. And all he could do was watch. He wanted nothing more but to hold you, to feel the touch of your warm skin against his. To assure you that he would do whatever it takes to protect you, as he was trying to do now.

He hoped you would eventually come to the realization yourself. That he would never do this to you if it were up to him. If he was the one in control he would be with you right now, kissing away your tears,making you tea and getting you into bed into his arms. You fit perfectly with him like a puzzle piece.

And now that puzzle was broken apart, ripped up to shreds and thrown away. Pieces of it scattered everywhere around district 4.

He knew he would never move on, there was no one else that could hold a candle to you.

But he wasn’t going to be selfish. He hurt you enough. Although he was unable to move on he was hoping you would, eventually.

Eventually.

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Thank you so so much to anyone who read this ♡

This was my first work I ever actually finished 🤭 English isn’t my first language so I hope this makes sense! (it kinda is but anyway…)

ANYWAY! Tame Impala inspired me so much and I just had to write this so I really really hope you enjoyed it!

Once again thank you for reading 💝

#Spotify #finnick x reader #finnick x y/n #fanfic #the hunger games #hunger games #finnick odair #finnick x you #thg finnick #finnick imagine #finnick fanfic #hunger games finnick #thg series #finnick x reader fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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having an angsty morning (there's some nsfw implications at the end), but like being in a place where you're feeling like you need some extra love and attention, but at the same time finnick odair being in a place where he's being consumed by his thoughts, easily distracted, quiet, and just paying attention to his thoughts. and then you're kind of spiraling because your brain is freaking out that you're not getting what you need.

"finnick...finnick. finnick!"

"sorry. what's going on?" you're snapping him out of whatever daze he was in just long enough to talk to him.

"I was just saying I went shopping earlier, got some new shoes, and dresses, and swimsuits."

and he's not closed off, he hasn't shut down, but he's not being the eager to love on finnick that you need today. "I'm sure you'll look gorgeous, sweetheart." and there's a pang because you want him to ask to see them, for him to have you try them on like he would on other days, but you don't want to ask for it.

so you just nod, "yeah." smile strained.

later he's saying he's tired, "I'm gonna take a nap, wake me up if I'm not down in an hour."

"I'll just come with you, could use a nap too." In all reality you just want an excuse to cuddle, you'll happily lie awake while he rests if his arms are wrapped around yours.

"honey, you're not tired at all. don't want you to throw off your sleep schedule and then you can't sleep later." he's right and you hate it, especially that he's still caring and loving when missing what you're really wanting.

"yeah, you're right. have a good nap, Finn" he's smiling softly, kissing you quickly, and you hate that right now your brain is aching for more. you ache to be consumed by his presence. ache to be perceived by him.

after dinner, you're finally cuddled up watching a movie, but you just want to talk to him, to laugh with him. maybe the movie's great, but you have no idea because all you want is his focus to be away from it. which usually isn't hard to do, most movies he'll spend time staring at you, make jokes, but now he's completely occupied. it feels terrible to want his undivided attention this bad, but you're persisting.

"you know-" he's cutting you off with his finger on your lips.

he's smiling softly, playing with your hair, "shhh, let's just watch the movie, sweetheart."

it feels perfectly reasonable but now you're wondering if he really just fucking shushed you. usually you wouldn't mind, but you feel so desperate to be pampered and so confused on why it just happens to be the one day he's not already at that level. you feel ridiculous, but it hurts regardless. so you land on just trying to give yourself some extra love and attention is he won't, it won't be the same, but some self-care could be what you need.

you're off the couch as quick as you can be and ignoring finnick's curious look, at first he just assumed you're going to get a snack or to the bathroom and will be back. but you decide to just take a few deep breaths, start your skincare routine, paint your nails, maybe run a bath after, just try to relax, you don't know why you're getting so tense and anxious to be loved on.

and you're halfway done painting your toes when there's a knock on the bathroom door. "you can come in"

and finnick's slowly opening the door, taking a deep breath, "I know I should have just paused the movie and not shushed you, sweetheart. I'm sorry, you wanna come back downstairs now?"

how does he miss the point so completely? how can him trying be so endearing yet so frustrating? "thank you, finnick. I just don't feel like watching a movie right now."

"bring a book down or something, paint your nails down there."

"I don't want to."

he's scoffing, "I'm just trying to spend some time with you right now-"

you're standing up, jamming the lid to the nail polish on, "if you're gonna get mad at me then leave me alone, i didn't ask for your apology, and I didn't ask you to come in here!"

"you stormed off in the middle of a movie, was I not supposed to check on you?"

"now you want to check up on me? see what I need?" you're not being fair, you know that, but you don't care.

"what does that even mean?" and you can't stop yourself from crying. everything is too much. he's acting like something's dawned on him, but still misses the mark. "you must be exhausted, sweetheart, god, I'm so dense. I should never have told you no to taking a nap with me earlier, I just wanted to be alone for a while, but you really needed some rest. I'm sorry for getting upset with you, let's go to sleep."

"I'm not fucking tired, finnick! oh my god, just, you don't get it!"

he's taking deep breaths, "what don't I get, sweetheart?"

suddenly you're feeling too embarrassed to even say it, "nothing."

"nothing? nice try, c'mon talk to me, I care about you and want you to feel better." he's grabbing your hand, a shoulder, trying to rub them and remind you to breathe and then open up.

"you've just been ignoring me." you're basically whispering it.

*ignoring you? no, I haven't, we've spent time together."

"see, you don't get it."

his eyebrows are furrowing like he's trying to understand, "you need to tell me, to use your words, I know you can."

you're rolling your eyes, whining in frustration and one stern look from him is shutting that down as quickly as you can. "we've spent time together, but you're not paying attention to me." when he gets it he's laughing and you're pulling away, frowning, " don't laugh at me! nevermind, it's stupid forget about it."

"it's not stupid, sweet girl. but you're throwing a temper tantrum about me not paying attention to you instead of telling me. all this when you could've just asked."

"usually you already do it!"

his eyes soften, "I know, I'm sorry. sit down, let me finish painting your toes and when we're done, I'll run you a bath, read you a book, sound good, pretty girl?"

and you're already smiling, "yes, thank you. 'm sorry"

he's shaking his head with a smile, "don't worry about it, it's my fault. I've drilled in the expectation and then didn't follow through, my poor baby-"

and you can't help the things that does to you, "don't call me that."

and in faux innocence with his puppy dog eyes he asking, "why not?"

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you

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dreamerschroniclesofstories · 6 months

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clementina pt3.

A/N: hello again! once again i want to thank everyone for the likes on pt 1&pt 2 of this fanfic. To be honest, i didn't expect anyone to read this and actually leave a like. the support is much appreciated. the next part after this will be the end, making this series four parts.Also, the picture used for this part is the faceclaim for clementina. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR YOU TO REPOST THIS ON OTHER WEBSITES AND TRANSLATION OF THIS FIC.

italics: flashbacks.

pt1. pt2. pt4

Summery: The Shelby family are in for a shock when they find out they have a sister hiding in plain sight.

Word count: 664

Tommy gently wraps his dark blue coat around the young girls shivering body, Polly stands up and grabs her purse whilst Tommy hooks his arm under the girls legs then hooks his other arm behind her back. Tommy frowns slightly when he realises how light she felt. It was clear that the girl was extremely malnourished for her age. from the paperwork in her folder, Tommy knew she was nine years old but by the looks of her she looks barely six years old. Arthur was already in one of the cars outside ready to drive off as soon as Tommy get in with clementina. Tommy rushes out of the room he found the young girl in.

Polly rushes behind him then gets into the other car “ Arthur, drive like your life fucking depends on it” Polly demands, turning on the car engine.

Tommy sits beside Arthur with clementina in his arms. the drive would be twenty minutes but with Arthur driving, it would only take roughly ten minutes.

Clementina had been in hospital for the past week, she had been unconscious for majority of her stay. when she woke up, she saw the same woman she saw in the orphanage. She introduced herself as Polly and reassured clementina was safe and won't have to see the nuns again.

“ hello?” clementina calls out, look around at the hospital room she was currently placed in, she couldn't remember how she got here, her chest rises and falls rapidly as she realises she was alone in the cold, white room. Clementina was always scared to be alone even before she was in the orphanage, her father would leave her alone for hours in the warn down small flat that was her mothers before she passed.

Before clementina could call out again, she heard the door opening quietly then shutting less then three seconds later. The young girl looks towards the noise, immediately noticing a woman with curly brown hair walling over to her. She recognises her as the woman from the orphanage.

“hello darling, i was wondering when you would awake” Polly sits down on the chair beside Clementina's bed, putting her purse on the floor gently.

Clementina watches Polly, her eyes telling Polly that she was scared of her “ who are you“ Clementina whispers fearfully.

Polly smiles softly, placing her hand on top of Clementinas' small hand “ i'm Polly, your aunt” she introduces herself, using her other hand to move a strand of Clementinas hair from her face, Polly's eyes sparkle as she looks over the young girls face “ you have a big family waiting for you”

Clementina eyebrows twitch as her eyes widen “family? i have a family”she whispers, ever since Clementina was placed into the orphanage she prayed every morning and night for her to get a family.

Polly chuckles softly, nodding “ you have four brothers and a sister” she smiles happily “Finn your youngest brother is closest to your age, hes nineteen”

Clementina blinks slowly, listening as Polly spoke. she always wanted siblings but now she has five of them, she felt slightly overwhelmed there was a man” she whispers, remembering seeing a man pointing a gun at the nun that was punishing her.

“ that would be Tommy, your second oldest brother, hes here right now talking to the doctor that helped you” Polly clarified for the young girl, sensing that the information was confusing her.

Polly stayed in that hospital room for a couple of hours, keeping Clementina company as Tommy was making arrangements with the doctors to discharge her into his care.

outside of the hospital room, the sounds of the young girls giggles could be heard, the time Polly spent with her, the more she felt comfortable and relaxed with Polly. The young girl didn't hear as Tommy opens the door and lights his cigarette.

Tommy leans against the door frame, watching them. he blows some smoke from his mouth and smiles slightly “ hello clementina” he greets the young girl.

a/n: i don't really like this part, it feels rushed and not that interesting but i want to post daily for this series. i hope you enjoyed it. please leave a like, comment or re-blog it will be most appreciated xxx

#tommy shelby imagines #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders x sister!reader #shelby!sister #tommy shelby x sister!reader

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acewritesfics · 7 months

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Nothing Else Matters | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No.

Warnings: Mentions of war. Not my favorite imagine that I've ever written.

Word count: 800

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. YOU CAN FIND THE ORIGINAL POST STILL FLOATING AROUND ON TUMBLR SOMEWHERE. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

"Nothing else matters as long as we are together," Tommy speaks softly to Y/N as they slow dance to the classical tune that is playing through the gramophone in the corner of their living room. "You make me forget about everything and everyone but you."

She shuts her eyes and rests her head on his shoulder. His arm around her waist pulls her closer to him as he sways to the rhythm of the music. His words make her heart skip a beat. Tommy hardly ever talked about his feelings. When he did, he was alone with her.

Y/N was his longest and dearest friend before she became his wife. Tommy and Y/N have known each other since they were babies since their mothers were more like sisters than best friends.

The two women became pregnant around the same time, with Tommy being born two months before Y/N.

Even though Y/N's affections for the Birmingham mobster deepened throughout the years before Tommy was sent to war, their friendship never blossomed romantically until Tommy returned home when the war was over. She didn't confess her love to Tommy until he was ready to board the train that was taking him away from her and his family. She pleaded with him to return home because she couldn't bear to live without him.

Throughout the war, the two exchanged letters between his visits home. Once his letters stopped closer to the end, she feared the worst. During his visits home she could see how much the war was changing him and the others. He wasn't the Tommy she'd grown up with but her love for him never wavered.

She hugged Arthur and John after they hugged their aunt and sister, kissing their cheeks, delighted to have them home alive. Her heart ached for John, whose wife had died not long before his return. She had helped Polly and Ada take care of the kids and Finn, the youngest of the Shelby siblings.

It wasn't until the most of the families had left the station that she spotted the Shelby brother, whom she had feared was lost. She was filled with emotion when she saw him standing there, bruised and broken but still alive. Her eyes welled up with tears as she ran towards the man she loves, his arms stretched out to greet her as she landed in his arms. Tommy kissed her before she could say anything, afraid that this was all a dream.

The couple's relationship was not easy. Tommy was overcoming the trauma he had experienced while in France and readjusting back into society. Tommy frequently awoke believing he was still in the French trenches and that he was still being tortured all over again. He tried numerous times to convince Y/N to leave him, but the more he tried, the more she proved she would not leave him. The nights he spent with her, the nightmares, the memories, and the mental scars faded to the back of his mind.

He realises in those moments just how much he loves her, how much he appreciates her, and how much he had been taking her for granted. It's always been her for Thomas Shelby. And for her, it's always been him. It took a war and years apart for him to realise it.

"Tommy?" she asks, lifting her head from his shoulder to look into his magnificent icy blue eyes.

He responds, looking intently into her eyes, "Yes, love?"

"I need you to be safe tomorrow," she says, recalling his meeting at the horse races. She is aware that things with the Shelby Brothers hardly ever go as anticipated. "At the first sign of trouble, you get out of there."

Her greatest fear throughout the war was Tommy not returning home. She still feels the same fear even though there is no longer a war.

"I may come home a little banged up from time to time, but I always return home to you," He makes an attempt to soothe her worries.

She moves away from him and says, "It's not only me you have to return home to, Thomas; I'm not raising our child without you." His gaze travels to her belly, to the small bump where his baby is growing. "And you still have to marry me. We can't be married if you're not here."

"Everything will be alright," Tommy promises her as he brings her back into his arms. He places his hand on her tiny bump, "Now, instead of worrying about me, you worry about Tommy Jr. in there."

He sways to the music once more as she puts her head back on his shoulder. "I'll always worry about you, Tommy, the both of you because I have no doubt this child will be his father's son."

#acewritesfics repost #tommy shelby x reader

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cyyfics · 8 months

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Heyy! Can you please if you what to Yandere farmworld Finn story please if you do Yanderes request and can you make it some what long? Like how would the kid react to this?

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Stay Here

Pairing: Farmworld! Finn X gn! Reader

Warning(s): general YANDERE CONTENT, fighting/arguing, gaslighting, lying, manipulation

Synopsis: You stumble upon a hidden room in your friends house, only to find a shrine of you sitting there. Events occur.

Note: I’m gonna update my req rules to specify something- I need ppl to tell me if they want the reader to be into the yandere shit or not :,) bc if it’s not specified then I’ll just do whatever I want to tbh….

Spoiler note (spoiler for the story):

I decided to make Finn’s kids sort’ve yandere too, since they’re his kids I feel like they would’ve learned some if not all of his tendencies.

Extra note??: sorry abt the ending idk… also this is just sfw idk if u wanted nsfw or anytbing jdk.. I hope this story is good ^^

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Today was the same as any other day, you would pop in by the house to see Finn and his children as per usual- but this time things were different. Felt different, I mean.

The house was empty and eerily creepy, despite the sunlight shining through the windows it still felt rather dark and scary. However, you still trudged on forward and marched inside the house. As you walked through the doorway, the door shut behind you. The sound of the door closing behind you startled you actually, but you didn’t give it much attention.

‘I’m just extra jumpy today, that’s all..’

You told yourself as you crept through the house slowly, looking around for any sign of Finn or the kids inside. It felt wrong to be inside their house if they were gone, but you just had to check if anyone was there. You hoped someone was, because leaving your door unlocked and unattended is really dangerous.

“Finn? You there?”

You started to call out, walking through to the kitchen “Who’s there?” You turned around and smiled as you finally saw a familiar face, it was Jay standing in the doorway. He was leant against the frame for a moment before noticing it was you, immediately running up to hug you. You ruffled his hair as his arms wrapped around your torso, his adorable young face looking up at you.

“Hi there Jay, where’s everyone else gone? You alone today or something?” You asked him as you gently pulled away from the hug, Jay’s smile faltering for a moment as you do. “Alone? No, of course not! Me and my siblings have just been playing hide and seek! Bonnie suggested it.” Jay explained, giggling to himself as he spotted a tuft of blonde hair coming from under the table.

Your eyes followed his and you noticed Bonnie hiding under there, trying to hug herself to make herself look smaller. Hoping she wouldn’t be noticed and lose the game. “Bonnie is that-“ Jay cut you off, pressing a finger to your lips to shut you up. “Shh.” He whispered. “My, oh my..” he moved away from you and then began to walk around the table, marching around it with his arms behind his back.

“Where is my dear sister? It’s been ages- but alas, I cannot find her!” He dramatically draped an arm over his face, causing Bonnie to have a giggle fit from under the table. “Got you!” Jay bent down and picked her up, dragging her gently from underneath the table. “No fair!” She shook her head at him “How is it not fair?” He furrowed his eyebrows, trying not to laugh at her.

“.. because.”

You couldn’t help smiling at the two bickering, your lips curled upwards and stretching from ear to ear. “Well, Bonnie, you were the last one to be found. So you’re it.” Jay poked her cheek, Bonnie immediately grumbled “fineeeee!” She hopped down from his arms and walked up to a nearby wall, leaning her head on it as she began to count. “How are the rest of the kids supposed to know she’s it?” You asked curiously “I’ll go tell them. She takes a while to count.” Jay began to walk off “Oh and by the way! You better hide too.” Jay left the room.

You glanced towards Bonnie, watching her struggle to count “-ten.. eleven.. twelve..” she counted out loud “…” she stayed quiet for a moment “thirteen.” You whispered to her “..thirteen.. fourteen..” she continued counting. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment ‘Maybe I really should go and hide, I should join their fun little game.’

You left the kitchen and started to look around for a place to hide ‘where’s a good spot to hide..? I don’t wanna go anywhere I’m not supposed to either..’ you pondered to yourself, kneeling down behind the couch and seeing a crawl space right there. ‘A crawl space? They’ll never find me.’ You pushed the little door open a little, inspecting the hole with your eyes before hesitantly crawling in ‘.. maybe that’s a bad thing actually.’

Hands and knees were now aching, stinging and slightly red from having to crawl the whole way. You finally made it to the end of the crawl space, seeing a small yet big enough room; big enough for you to stand in at least. You stood up and started to look around, your breath getting caught in your throat as you saw something weird something off. You were definitely not supposed to be here.

Looking straight at you was a picture frame with a photo of you right in the middle of a table, the photo looking badly damaged. You didn’t recognise the picture of yourself at first, you couldn’t remember yourself nor the kids nor Finn taking it of you. It was a simple photo of you looking away, the outside world in the background behind you. Around the picture frame was many little tea light candles, most of them already been lit before, you could tell from the melted wax.

You reached out hesitantly to touch some of the weird things around the photo of yourself, one thing immediately catching your eye. You grabbed what looked to be a lock of hair inside of a small bag, making you grimace and drop the bag back onto the table. You didn’t wanna be there anymore, you didn’t wanna see anymore of the shrine! You-

You took a deep breath, deciding to give the family the benefit of the doubt. Surely, this was just a weird thing that the kids had made, you didn’t need to get upset over it. That’s what you believed for a quick moment at least, hope fleeting before your eyes. You felt a chill going up your spine, turning around in fear only to see a child standing there in front of you.

“Neptr?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, watching as he stood to the side and revealed the rest of the kids standing there too. Jay finished coming out of the crawl space, standing there in front of you now with a look you couldn’t make out. “Yeah Dad, they’re in here..” Jay called out, facing towards the crawl spot. Your heart dropped and your blood ran cold, what in the world was going on?

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t wanna do this but- please don’t leave! You’re the closest thing our family has had to a parent since our mother died!” Jay began to plead with you “Yeah! Please stay, we need you. And you like us, right? Right?” Bonnie asked, trying to put on the cutest little face ever in order to manipulate you into staying.

“That’s enough, kids.”

Your eyes switched from the kids over to Finn who had finished coming out, he was sweating and panting like he’d just been on a run. “Finn, what IS all of- this?” You gestured towards the shrine “You weren’t supposed to find it.” Finn started stepping towards you, making you walk backwards until you eventually bumped into the shrine. Your back pressed against the table, making you scrunch your face up in pain for just a moment.

“Careful there.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you away from the table, making sure you wouldn’t be hurt.

“What. Is. This. Finn?” You repeated, letting him know you were definitely upset with him. “I made it in your likeness, you like it?” Finn’s eyes darkened for a moment, and for a moment it was just like he had become the ice monster again. “No!- it’s creepy! Why and how have you gotten this stuff?” You tried not to get too upset because of the kids standing there, even though you wanted to shout and scream at Finn for the weird shit he’s done.

“Please don’t be mad at Dad, he just likes you is all! Please don’t leave us, we really like you here!” Bonnie started to give the puppy dog eyes, pouting her bottom lip out at you. “It’s true, I do like you. I’m sorry for the weird shrine, I just- have a hard time expressing my feelings for people and I mistakenly thought you’d enjoy it. Please, allow me to fix this. Don’t leave us..” Finn was definitely manipulating you. But despite knowing that fact, a part of you still wanted to believe it, so you stayed.

“You thought.. I’d like this weird thing?” You didn’t trust his words exactly “..Yes, I thought you’d find it flattering. I’m so sorry. I’m not a bad guy, I’m really not. You know that, don’t you?” Finn came up a little closer to you but this time you didn’t back away “I- I mean..” he wasn’t exactly wrong per say. You remembered the many times he was kind to you, giving you food when you had none and even sheltering you at times. “Fine. You know what then? Leave if you wish, I won’t stop you. I know that you don’t really care about us, or like us-“ you cut Finn off.

“Of course I like you guys!” You exclaimed, not realising you were falling into Finn’s trap. “Really, you do? Oh, but then why do you wanna leave us so badly?” Finn gave a fake saddened look, tricking you into feeling sorry for him “Did we do something wrong?” Stormo and Neptr asked in unison. “N-No, nothing wrong! It was just a mistake is all, and Finn was right-it is… sort of flattering.” You couldn’t help giving in, all the manipulation getting to you.

“So, you’ll stay? Stay with us?” Finn looked directly into your eyes, it felt intimidating. “Y-Yes.” You weren’t even sure if you had a choice, what would of happened if you’d said no? “You make me the happiest man in the world! Y/n’s not leaving Kids!” Finn hugged you, squeezing your torso with his stronger arms. It was only a simple hug, and yet it was also a reminder that he really could crush you if he wanted to.

“Yay!” The kids came around to hug you as well, the whole family and you hugging each other. “Okay, okay, that’s enough..” Finn broke the group hug apart “Kids, please the two of us alone for now.” Finn instructed “Okay dad!” Bonnie started to leave, the rest following not long after her. Jay was the last to leave, turning his head back to look at the two of you for a moment “See you later, mom/dad/parent.”

His words had unknowingly trapped you, you couldn’t leave him and the family when you were seen as their new parent! It’d be wrong. And you’re not a ‘bad person.’

“I just- wanted to talk to you..” Finn spoke up, startling you. “About?” You questioned “Its true, I really do like you. I’m sorry about this whole mess. I just haven’t liked anyone in a long time and so I didn’t know what to do with my feelings.” Finn was lying through his teeth, and yet you had went and bought it. “I.. guess I can understand that.” You sighed “I fell in love with you because of your personality, you’re so kind to me and the kids- and you’re such an honest and smart person.” He stepped a little closer towards you.

You didn’t back away this time, but you weren’t sure what to do. “Do you feel the same way, at all?” Finn’s voice grew slightly deeper at the end there which sent a chill through your whole body. “Well..” you began to think to yourself, not sure what to say “- yes. At least a little.” You confessed, not knowing what you’d gotten yourself in to. Finn gave a big bright smile before opening his big strong arms up and pulling you into a tight hug, lifting you into the air by your waist.

“Yes! Amazing! Now I don’t have to make you like me.” Finn couldn’t help let that bit slip, making your eyes widen slightly “W-What?” You questioned “I think I can hear the kids calling for their mom/dad/parent.” Finn distracted you, which you then again fell for. “They are? I’m coming!” And you immediately went to them, because that’s just who you are. You’re a nurturer, a real kind and honest person, you couldn’t just leave the kids when they need you.

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A Familiar Tune

Summary: It’s 1924 in the Little Lady Blinderverse. When Isiah and his girlfriend have a very public break up at the Garrison, Clara tries to make him feel better.

Characters: Isiah Jesus and Clara Shelby

Content Warnings: Break ups suck. Some swearing, some drinking, some smoking, mentions of sex. The typical peaky content.

Tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌❤️

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"Come on, Clara. It's our birthday."

“He’s fine.”

“Isiah can handle himself.”

Clara knew it was true. Michael and Finn were right, even if they were both drunk and being right assholes about the whole thing. Finn had even laughed, a bit of his drink spit across the table when Isiah stormed out.

Clara had tried to smack her brother upside the head in retribution then, but Finn had stopped her, the tightly wrapped fingers around her wrist easily able to quell the attack. Part of her had wanted to go for another swing with her free hand, but then she remembered Isiah.

She remembered the look on his face when he’d left the pub and something ached in her chest, a pain worse than Finn’s hand squeezing her arm. Worse than whatever guilt she felt at leaving the little birthday celebration Finn had cobbled together for the two of them.

“Just leave it, Clara,” Michael said as he sipped from the glass of mild, calm as ever as he remained reclined in his chair.

Clara ignored the guidance as she wrenched her arm free from Finn’s grasp, pulling her coat and then Isiah’s up into her arms as she passed his empty chair.

His chair in the snug had been empty most of the night as he sat with Lisette and her friends on the other side of the pub. Lisette didn’t like being tucked away in a private room. She liked to see what was going on, liked to watch the dancing even if she didn’t ever want to dance herself, not like her sister who had Finn’s two left feet out on the dance floor most evenings.

Clara had sometimes wondered if the two of them ought to have switched dates when that bit of knowledge became known, but Clara had kept her mouth shut. The truth was she actually liked Lisette. Well, Clara liked Lisette better than her younger sister, Ada, anyway. She didn't have any interest in setting up Ada and Isiah.

She didn't really want Finn continuing his dalliance with the girl either, but Clara had a feeling things between Ada and Finn weren’t a love for the ages anyhow. How could they be with the girl sharing a name with their older sister? Clara wasn't sure how the name alone didn't weird him out...kissing someone with the same name as their Ada? And surely, the girl wasn't marriage material. There was only room enough in the world for one Ada Shelby.

But Clara kept those thoughts all to herself. Things would work themselves out before it got that far, Clara was certain.

Not that it mattered anyway, because Clara could tell from the beginning that Isiah liked Lisette better, too, something Clara understood, even if she wished she didn’t. Lisette was smart and beautiful and different from the girls who usually flocked to the boys. She was a bit older, for one. A bit more mature. And if it wasn’t for the fact that Clara made a conscious decision of keeping a bit of distance between herself and whoever any of the boys were dating, especially in the beginning stages, she might have thought of her as the type of person she could be friends with.

Even if it was clear that Lisette was the type of girl who was used to getting precisely what she wanted all the time. Some people might say Clara was the same—her family frequently alluded to the fact that she was spoiled in that way, but Clara knew how to negotiate. She knew how to read people, how to accommodate others.

From what she’d seen, Lisette didn’t want to do that even if she knew how.

Clara eyed the booth on the other side of the pub holding the group—Lisette, Ada, and a gaggle of their friends whose names Clara didn’t know—as she pushed through the crowds near the bar. It was clear they were all consoling Lisette in the wake of her breakup even as the rest of the pub had already moved on with their merrymaking, singing along and dancing to the familiar tune being sung from the makeshift stage at the back of the pub.

Clara had a vision of herself crossing the pub and shooing the lot of them away, calling in her status as a Shelby to bar them from the pub for all eternity, but a bit of cool air blasted through the front door, raising bumps on her arms and her mind remembered where her body was taking her on instinct, trailing in Isiah’s wake though she was already a few minutes behind him by now.

Clara shivered as she pushed out into the night, a curse slipping through her lips as the door swung shut behind her. She fumbled with the coats in her hand, realizing she should have slipped her own on before coming outside and she worked to slip her arm into it while keeping Isiah’s from touching the muddy ground.

It wasn’t a particularly long walk to Isiah’s house, but it would feel longer in the cold. Clara had successfully sheathed one arm when she heard her name, the sound of it so quiet and small it nearly hurt to hear, almost as if it wasn’t certain in its conviction. Wasn’t certain in wanting to be known.

Clara spun on her heel, steeling her face even as she remained tangled up in coats, one arm still bared to the elements. For a moment as she met Isiah’s eye, she wondered which one of them was trying harder to remain neutral, and she studied him as he took a silent drag from his cigarette, his breathing calm and deep, his countenance so unbothered, almost as if he and Lisette hadn’t just broken things off in front of everyone in the Garrison.

“That for me?” Isiah asked, gesturing toward the overcoat she held carelessly bundled in her arm.

He didn’t look cold, but Isiah was good at looking like things he wasn’t when he wanted to be—happy, unbothered, not cold. Even if Clara could see through it.

She stepped forward to hand it over and Isiah easily slipped his arms inside, his cigarette parked between his lips for the duration.

“It’s fucking freezing out here,” Clara said as she shoved her arm into the jacket and fumbled with the buttons, securing them all the way to the top.

Isiah shrugged and cleared the ash from the end of his cigarette. The truth was he was fucking freezing. His suit jacket still sat at Lisette’s table and he had realized his stupidity the moment he stepped outside. He had been too stubborn to go back inside, too stubborn even to roll down his shirt sleeves, and he tried to repress the shiver that skittered across his skin now.

It was then that Clara realized something looked off, that the familiar black overcoat wasn’t sitting on Isiah’s frame quite right, and she disappeared without a word, returning a moment later with the forgotten suit jacket dangling from her fingers.

Clara hadn’t said a word to the group of girls, simplying leaning around them and retrieving Isiah’s jacket with a tug before walking back out through the door.

Isiah mumbled his thanks as Clara held the jacket out to him, the pair of them quiet as he stripped out of the overcoat and passed it back to her waiting arms so he could get situated, the burning cigarette parked between his lips once again.

“Where do you want to go?” Clara asked once Isiah pulled the dwindling cigarette away from his mouth.

Isiah shook his head, clearing the ash. “It’s alright. You go back in.”

They were meant to be celebrating Finn and Clara’s impending birthdays, just a few days out. It had been Finn’s idea to celebrate both the weekend before and after, and he’d convinced Clara, but she hadn’t really cared. She was much more looking forward to celebrating with her family. Much more looking forward to Ada and Karl coming in for a short visit.

But this had been what Finn wanted, so she obliged.

“I’m not going back in without you,” she said. “And I’m not standing out here all night either,” she continued, her words picking up speed and force and a certain sharpness that was so familiar to Isiah it was nearly a comfort, a fair bit better than him listening to the annoying voice inside his head. “And don’t tell me you want to be alone either because I know—”

“I don’t,” Isiah answered, and Clara’s face softened, the corners of her mouth falling a bit.

“I’m sorry, Is,” she said after swallowing down the lump forming in her throat.

Isiah nodded. He knew she meant it, though he wasn’t sure what she was sorry about. The break up or the way it had happened or all of it or something else entirely. Clara could be odd like that, thinking about things that weren’t even on Isiah’s radar in a particular situation, but the intricacies of it didn’t matter, just that he knew it was sincere, could feel her concern more than he’d felt anything else lately, and it warmed him.

Isiah didn’t even know what he felt about the break up. Some part of him was numb, barely feeling it, even though they’d made a bit of a scene doing it in public like that. Isiah could have made it an even bigger scene. He could’ve put on an even bigger show, but he had let it be. He knew it wasn’t worth it. What he wanted didn’t matter, not when Finn was still seeing the sister.

“So what do you want to do?” Clara asked, a question Isiah would swear he hadn’t heard in ages. Not a single Blinder cared what he wanted and though his father solicited his opinion often enough, Isiah hadn’t been home for a meal with the man in what felt like ages now, not since he’d been dating Lisette, at least.

Lisette certainly hadn’t asked his opinions, used as she was to getting what she wanted. Isiah didn’t think it was malicious, just that it hadn’t occurred to her to consider someone else. Isiah had liked her well enough, and the sex had been good enough, that he’d convinced himself to go along with her whims. Some part of him was entranced by her and the ways he was so different from her that he’d been warmed to see her happy, even if it meant losing part of himself in her wants and her needs.

Clara was patient, remaining quiet as she waited on Isiah’s answer, already reading his desire as he stubbed out his cigarette and pushed off the wall.

“Let’s walk a bit.”

Clara waited for him to take the first step, waited for him to determine their course even if some part of her knew where he wanted to go. They were quiet, the pair of them with hands stuffed in their pockets as they walked to the end of Garrison Lane, turning off onto Watery Lane and stopping before number 6. Clara fished her key out of her pocket and handed it off to Isiah as they approached the darkened door.

Some part of Clara wondered if the key should have been Isiah’s anyway. He certainly spent more time in her childhood home than she did, but he wasn’t family—not blood, at least—and only her and her siblings and her aunt had keys to the family home.

Isiah passed the key back to her as he pushed open the door, holding it open and allowing Clara to pass over the threshold first. Isiah latched the door behind them before wordlessly moving to the fireplace where he started on getting it lit in the near dark.

Clara left him alone, navigating the first floor in the dark and returning a few minutes later with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from John’s office in the shop. Isiah didn’t look away from the fire as she entered, his arms rested on his knees as he watched the flames.

Clara set aside the bottle and glasses, retrieving Isiah’s suit jacket and overcoat from where he’d discarded them on the floor and settling them on a hook by the stairs. Clara grabbed the whiskey and glasses as she moved back across the room. She plopped down on the floor beside him and immediately poured out two hefty servings in each of the glasses. Isiah hooked a finger in one glass, quickly pulling it over and knocking back the contents and setting it back down before Clara could even stopper the bottle.

Clara quickly moved to pour him another shot, but Isiah’s hand caught her wrist, his fingers gentle as he stopped her and guided the bottle from her hand, all the while his eyes remained on the fire, the warmth of it almost too hot on both of their faces.

Clara took a slow sip of her whiskey, trying not to hiss at the fiery sting in her throat. She’d been sipping mild all night and she wasn’t sure what was causing the sudden heat in her cheeks—the liquor or the flame or the words swirling in her head and her heart.

“I want to say something, but I don’t want you to get mad.”

Isiah snorted. “That’s a promising start.”

Clara sighed on the end of a deep breath, forcing herself to take another sip. She tried to keep the commentary on Isiah’s relationships to herself at this point. They’d had enough tiffs about it, that Clara had learned her opinion wasn’t wanted most times. Her reservations weren’t wanted. And unless Isiah solicited her, she didn’t share. And even then, what she shared was always tempered, restrained just a little.

Isiah knew as much, but they’d both decided to let it be. It was better than arguing.

“Well, what is it?” Isiah finally asked. He pulled his gaze away from the fire to look at her, watching for a moment as she focused on swirling the remaining whiskey in her glass. Isiah set his hand over the glass, and Clara set the glass aside before shifting her body so she sat facing him, the fire blazing against her back.

“I just wonder…” she started, reaching out to take his hand, training her eyes on their intertwined fingers. “...I wonder if maybe it’s for the best, Is?” she said. “I know it may not feel that way now, but—”

Isiah was quiet even after Clara stopped herself, wondering if it was her place to say these things, wondering if it wasn’t better to keep these thoughts to herself after all.

“Go ahead,” he said, squeezing her hand. “It’s not as if you’d be able to keep whatever it is to yourself anyhow, eh?”

“I could,” Clara answered, her back straightening and her tone sharpening a bit in a defiance she was nearly powerless to control. “...if you wanted me to. If you didn’t want my…opinion.”

As hard as it would be for her…especially when it came to Isiah, she could do it if that was what he wanted. If her silence would soothe him more than her words, she’d honor it—for now at least.

It wouldn’t be too hard and it wasn’t as if her opinion, her guidance, was needed when it came to a subject matter with which Clara was so personally unfamiliar. She was no expert in love or relationships. Her brothers had always been quick to remind her of that fact whenever she’d tried to offer them some sort of guidance in regards to their love lives.

Isiah stayed quiet, urging her to continue only with his eyes and the fact that he hadn’t pulled his hand away. Clara let both of their hands settle on her lap and Isiah felt the gentle twist of his pinky ring as she twisted it, barely aware of the nervous habit.

Isiah had been tempted to test out Clara’s assertion, to make her squirm while trying to keep the words on the tip of her tongue, but not only did Isiah not believe in her ability to keep her mouth shut longer than a few minutes, but he found himself almost yearning to hear her thoughts, desperate to know if his best friend would end the sentence the same way he would.

“I just…” she started, still subtly fidgeting with Isiah’s ring until she realized what she was doing and she let his hand go, allowing him to pull it back to his own lap. “You just haven’t seemed much like yourself. You haven’t seemed very…” Clara sorted through the words, trying to decide what precisely she meant and what she could say that might sting the least.

She wanted to say that he hadn’t seemed particularly happy, even if that declaration felt heavy in her mouth. She wanted to say that she hadn’t seen his cheeky grin in a while. That she hadn’t heard him laugh or seen him excited. She wanted to say that they hadn’t had a dance in ages. And that she didn’t have a clue what he was reading lately, or if he was reading anything at all. It wasn’t that Isiah had seemed wholly unhappy, exactly. Just that he was a bit muted, like a subdued version of himself. A shadow of the person she knew. Neutral and opinionless and far too timid.

“Happy?” Isiah finally suggested, as if he knew—or hoped—that it was the word on the tip of Clara’s tongue.

“Well, yeah,” Clara sighed. She knew that relationships required compromise. She knew that people had to be a bit malleable in the process of two people coming together, but something had seemed different this time, almost as if Isiah had let a bit of himself go in order to accommodate everything Lisette was.

Isiah snorted softly and reached out for Clara’s glass, downing the small bit of whiskey left in her glass. “I wasn’t sure anyone noticed.”

“Of course I noticed.” Clara studied Isiah’s face, frowning at the pain etched there in his features. “I just…I didn’t want to stick my nose in. It wasn’t my place.”

Clara had been told time and time again by those in her life to not worry about this or that…to focus on her own responsibilities…to stay out of business not pertaining to her. It seemed to only bring trouble when she did otherwise.

“Since when do you endeavor to keep your nose out of my business?” he asked. “Seems to me you decided my business was as good as yours way back in 1915.”

Isiah’s lips pulled into something resembling a smile, but Clara could tell he was forcing it.

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Isiah shook his head. “Since when does it matter what I want?”

“It’s always mattered,” Clara answered. “And you shouldn’t have to change yourself or compromise or bend over backwards to get what you want, Is. It should be equal. A partnership” He didn’t say anything, didn’t fight or interrupt, so Clara continued. “Someday, someone is going to come along and she’ll be everything you want and you—just as you are—will be what she wants, and sometimes it will be work and it won’t always be easy, but it’ll be work you want to do. It’ll be work you couldn’t imagine not doing, and when it happens, you’ll understand why it never worked out with anyone else because it’ll just make sense. And it’ll feel different. Natural. Right.”

Isiah was still quiet, listening to Clara as if she was telling him a story, as if she was telling them both a story that they both hoped wasn’t just a fairy tale.

“And when it happens, you’ll be glad Lisette cut you lose now,” she added. “Even if it feels like shit just now.”

Clara took a deep breath, preparing herself for Isiah’s response—that she was naive and silly. That she didn’t know anything of any value when it came to love or life. That she read far too many romance novels. Clara knew all of that wouldn’t be out of line. It was a little true that she didn’t have much firsthand experience and that she had read a lot of books, but Isiah didn’t say any of that. He didn’t say anything, simply turning his gaze back to the fire.

Clara watched Isiah’s adam’s apple bob, a distinct mist shimmering in his eye which Isiah willed himself to control. He could’ve cried in front of Clara. Isiah knew that, but he didn’t want to, even if the words had resonated enough that something ached deep in his chest.

Clara could feel it, almost as if the pain echoed in her own heart. As his silence stretched on, Clara found herself testing out the words to apologize in her head. She was preparing herself to say them outloud when Isiah let out a breath and rose from the floor.

Isiah stepped across the room, readying the gramophone. Slow songs weren’t what they usually listened to, but the tune was familiar, with a melody she knew by heart.

Isiah held a hand down to Clara. “You want to dance?”

“Do you want to?” she countered, looking up at him.

“I want to dance with you,” he said, grabbing Clara’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “Haven’t had a decent dance partner in months.”

Clara quickly fell into step, letting Isiah lead as they twirled around the room, sidestepping the bottle and glasses they’d left on the floor. Isiah let his instincts take over as his mind worked through Clara’s words once again, part of him hoping beyond hope that they were true.

That someday someone would come along.

That it would be work, but the work would be worth doing.

That it would be different—natural and right.

They would be partners. Equals.

And it would be instinctive.

As easy as dancing along to a familiar tune.

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Hey I love your writing!! I would love to see a one shot with Percy where he helps comfort the reader after a nightmare or vice versa?

Safety

The world around you only offered terror some days. But when the sun sets, he is always there to hold you.

Percy de Rolo x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Oneshot

Gender Neutral Reader

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What class do you imagine your insert to be for the critical role/tlovm fics? I'm a chronic warlock -Finn

There was a heavy weight on your chest, pressing down on your lungs, like the endless depths of the ocean. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move, you couldn't speak. All you could do was watch as chaos reigned around you, leaving you helpless and useless as your world fell apart.

"Darling?" The voice seemed distant and far away, unrecognizable in the midst of your terror. You had let this happen, and now you were cursed to watch the consequences. "Darling, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

You woke up gasping for air, flailing away from the hand on your shoulder. It had been a dream, nothing more. But you couldn't stop shaking, still desperately dragging in air between sobs. Guilt and fear and an aching, heart-wrenching pain still sat heavy in your mind, seeming to expand with every choked sob.

You were going to ruin everything and you couldn't save them and everything was going to fall apart. It was your fault, you did this, you hurt everyone.

"Breathe, love. You're okay. Just try and breathe."

Percy. Here, beside you, always there for you. You couldn't quite slow your breaths, but blinking through tears you looked up at him, focusing on his presence.

He had clearly just woken up, his hair still ruffled and his glasses on the bedside table. He was leaning towards you, but careful not to touch you yet in case it made anything worse. Half-asleep but so worried about you, he looked so terribly soft.

"May I give you a hug? Is that alright?" Percy asked gently, offering his arms. His tone was gentle, far removed from his usual sharp wit, it was a careful offer of comfort.

You nodded and practically threw yourself into his arms, still shaking in his embrace.

"You're safe, darling, I promise," he murmured, holding you tightly. He began gently stroking down your back as he held you, speaking softly and slowly. "You are going to be okay, I've got you. It was just a dream, it can't hurt you here."

Slowly, you began to come down from the fear, tuning into the real world and your senses. Pressed against his chest, you were warm and his arms were steady around you. He smelled faintly of smoke and gunpowder. Surrounded by him like this, it was all you could smell. He was still speaking, all careful reassurance. Otherwise, the room was quiet, it was late. He had been asleep just like everyone else.

You couldn't help but feel guilty about waking him and you slowly pulled back out of his arms after taking a deep breath.

"Thank you, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you-"

"No, you don't need to apologize. I'm glad to help. Gods know you do the same for me." He reached out, setting his hand on your cheek and brushing away some of the tear streaks. You could feel the callouses he had from his guns, and part of you knew his hands better than your own.

It was such a fond gesture, and you couldn't resist leaning into it, tiredly pressing a kiss to his palm.

"I love you," he said, "and I would rather wake up to help when you have a nightmare than leave you to deal with it alone."

"Thank you," you breathed, eyes shut. "I love you too."

"Come here and lay with me?"

You didn't have to respond, not when your throat still felt tight. You could just fall into him.

Carefully wrapped in his arms, cradled to his chest like something precious, you were safe. The fading remnants of your dream couldn't reach you when you were with him.

"It's nice to have you so close. I always seem to find myself missing you when you're not in my arms."

"I'd stay here forever if I could," you replied, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

"I might just take you up on that. Think we could convince the rest of Vox Machina to give us the time rather than running into trouble?"

"You run into trouble just as much as anyone else."

"I would never do such a thing. I stay at a reasonable distance so I can shoot but not get hit."

"I'll remember that for next time I have to patch you up."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling."

He was so warm and it was so comfortable to lay on him like this. Even bantering with him, you could feel sleep starting to pull at your thoughts. You were safe, you could drift off in his arms.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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More Than Best Friends

pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N and Poe are in love with each other, but somehow they’re the only ones who don’t know it

word count: 4500

warnings: a wee bit of angst but nothin too bad

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"You two are definitely in love." Rey said as she sat down to eat lunch. Y/N and Poe had been sitting there alone before, and it wasn't long before more people joined the two.

"We are not in love." Y/N chuckled, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. They might not be in love, but she was. It was like her worst kept secret, because obviously everyone except Poe could tell.

"I literally just watched you stare lovingly at each other. Poe moved hair out of your face as if he were gonna kiss you." Finn said as he sat.

"That was not lovingly. She had food in her hair." Poe turned to be more square to the table, shoving food in his mouth.

"How nice of you." Y/N snorted, also beginning to eat again. She was used to it by now, being best friends with him for so many years. Poe was just like that, he was different.

"That is such bullshit." Rey said under her breath. Y/N rolled her eyes, not saying any more on the subject. Her and Poe had long since stopped trying to convince their friends that they were 'just best friends, I promise!'

The two had been best friends for years. She had been a Spice Runner with him, barely escaping together. The thought of the pair of them being any more than best friends - well, it was unlikely. If Poe had feelings for her, he would have told her, but he hadn't, so he doesn't.

"It's like you and Finn having feelings for each other." Y/N shrugged. She thought it would gain her some support, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

"No, it's not." Rey and Finn both answered calmly. Y/N knew that, she knew it wasn't the same at all, they all knew it, but it didn't hurt to try and defend herself.

"No, it's not." Y/N mocked quietly, poking at her food. She just wished everyone would shut up about the topic, shut up about their unrequited love, shut up about their relationship.

"We're just playing with you guys." Finn defended, but Y/N rolled her eyes. Everyone knew damn well that the two acted like they were in love.

"I think it's funny. Don't you, darling?" Poe turned to Y/N, smile on his face at the use of the pet name that was sure to send their group into another round of teasing.

"Hilarious." Y/N whispered, silently standing up and grabbing her trey.

"Come on!" Finn yelled, their other friends following his protest. Y/N just continued to walk, dumping her food in the corner of the mess hall and walking out the door. She just needed a break from everyone, a break from the teasing. It was too much for her.

"Oh, hi Y/N!" Rose said as she entered. Y/N smiled, trying to be thankful that at least one of her friends wasn't going to try and convince Poe of feelings he didn't have. She was sure it was worse for her - her trying to convince her friends that she didn't have feelings when all she wanted to do was tell Poe.

But she couldn't do that, could she? Poe had been a Spice Runner, a criminal, theif, and smuggler before. But now, he was so much more. He was a war hero, the best pilot in the galaxy, and a flirt. Her feelings in his life hardly mattered. She was sure there were multiple girls on base, thousands in the galaxy, who had a crush on Poe Dameron.

"Hi, Rose." Y/N wanted to move past the girl and go to her room before any of her friends caught up, but that would be rude, and Rose didn't deserve that.

"Why're you leaving so soon? Did you eat?" Rose asked, looking over the other girl's shoulder to see their friends. When Y/N turned, she saw Poe get up, and she knew she needed to leave. Poe was definitely going to follow her, and if he did she wasn't sure how their conversation would play out.

"Uh," Y/N looked down at BB-8, who was beeping at her side. "Rose, why don't we talk later?" Y/N didn't wait for her response, gliding out the door and hoping BB-8 wouldn't follow her. Y/N was full on running by the time she made it to her hallway, the BB unit beeping shortly behind her.

"Y/N!" Oh shit. Poe was also running now, but he wouldn't make it before she got to her door. She just needed some time alone, time without their friends or Poe, who would just make her fall harder and remind her exactly why they couldn't be together. She turned and slid into her room as she hit the button, barely standing in time to shut the door. She wasn't quick enough, however, and BB-8 slid through after her, hitting a wall before he could stop. Her room was small, but she didn't mind. It's not like she had anyone to share it with anyway.

"BB-8, what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, sitting on her bed. She just wanted to be alone, to gather herself and rest. Her squadron had a mission tomorrow; it was small, sure, but she didn't much care. Ever since the War was won, the squadrons would take turns going to different planets to answer their distress calls or make sure they were doing alright. It wasn't hard work, but it was tiring. Sometimes there was an old Imperial ship they had to take care of, one that hadn't gotten the message. BB-8's beeps brought her back to reality, and she listened to him tell her about how his master was worried about her.

"Poe? He can't be that worried, buddy. And besides, I'm fine." Y/N shrugged, trying not to understand the droid's disapproving beeps. She didn't want to hear it.

"Y/N?" As if they had summoned him, he was knocking on her door, panting against it. "I did not just sprint across base to have you ignore me!" He yelled. Y/N's plan was to be quiet and hope he'd leave, but BB-8 pretty much destroyed that idea. He beeped out to Poe, rolling to the door.

"I'm trying to sleep." Y/N lied, which didn't even matter, since BB-8 immediately called her out.

"Y/N," Poe sighed, slamming his fist on the door once again. "Please, I need to talk to you." He sounded so upset, Y/N almost opened the door.

Almost.

"Just go, Poe." Y/N told him, laying down and turning onto her stomach and putting her face down in a pillow. She was trying not to cry, but it was hard; she was overwhelmed and Poe being there but not being able to comfort her made it worse. They were just best friends, they had been for years. BB-8 beeped out to Poe, and Y/N shot up.

"You're crying?" Poe asked through the door, and Y/N scoffed. That droid was snitching on her so quickly she was sure it was anticipating her moves and reading her mind.

"No, no I'm not." Y/N wiped her face, trying not to sniffle. Poe would be able to hear it and then she'd really be done.

"Just let me in!" Poe begged, hitting his fists against the door once more.

"Please," Y/N begged, tears rolling down her face. She couldn't do this today. She wished she could just rest and then have at least a day alone while on her mission.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Poe asked, so quiet she almost didn't hear it. She hesitated, but then she heard someone yelling down the hall. "Now?" Poe yelled back, not seeming happy. Y/N took a deep breath, wiping her face once more and standing.

"Yes, General. It was reported only a few hours ago." A girl was talking to Poe, Y/N's heart stopped for a second. She knew Poe was more than capable of going on surprise missions, but they always worried her.

"Shit, alright." Y/N could just see Poe running a hand through his hair. "I'll be out of here soon." Y/N opened the door quickly, seeing Poe for only second. His eyes were wide and his face was worried, but she only let BB-8 through the door before she was closing it again. She knew Poe had the chance to see her - he had even opened his mouth to speak before she had closed the door in his face.

"Y/N, please! I need to talk to you before I go! Y/N!" Poe begged, but she just walked to the bed and laid down, face in the pillows once more. Poe continued to yell and hit the door, but she put a pillow over her head to drown it out. She wasn't sure if she had fallen asleep before or after Poe had left, but she wasn't able to sleep long. She woke up multiple times, tossing and turning until she figured it was time to do her pre-flight check anyway. She got up, taking a deep breath and putting her flight suit on before braiding her hair up. As she did, she thought about Poe, and how she had maybe been a tad dramatic the day before. She knew she needed to talk to Poe, that she couldn't keep living like that, but she wasn't sure she would able to live without Poe anyway.

"You wait for me now, hm?" Y/N asked as her R4 unit beeped happily outside her door. "Be careful. People are gonna start thinking we're a team, just like Poe and his electric pet." Y/N joked as she began to walk to Poe's door. He hadn't come to see her after his mission last night, which was weird, since they always went to each other as soon as they were back from missions. It was their way of letting each other know that they had made it, that the other could stop worrying.

Maybe that's why she couldn't sleep last night.

"We're going to stop by to see if Poe is back." Y/N told R4, who's beeps did not seem positive enough for her. "I just need to make sure he's okay." She ignored R4's beeps about her crush, since they were getting close to Poe's anyway.

"Y/N," Finn caught her attention from a connecting hallway, and she turned to face her friend.

"Finn," She greeted, noticing his worried look.

"I'm sorry about earlier, we took it too-"

"What's wrong?" She asked, not wanting to talk about the previous day. The fact that Finn had mentioned it simply as 'earlier' told her he hadn't gone to sleep yet.

"You don't know?" Finn's eyes were suddenly wide, and Y/N blinked. Many things were going through her mind, and she couldn't pick one to focus on.

"Know what?" She wanted her voice to come out even, but it was too high, wavering too much for it to seem normal. "I don't have time for this. Where is Poe?" She asked, knowing she only had a couple minutes before her flight time. Finn seemed even more upset at this, and he stepped toward her.

"No one's told you?" Finn moved to put a hand on her shoulder, and that's when she knew something bad happened.

"Finn, spit it out! Obviously I haven't heard anything." Y/N felt a little sorry for snapping at him, but he didn't seem all that upset at the fact that she had just lashed out.

"It's Poe. Control lost him yesterday." Y/N felt her heart drop. She swore her legs were numb. Of all the things she was thinking, this had to be the worst.

"What do you mean, 'lost him?'" Y/N whispered, heart racing way too fast for her to think. It was like her brain had twisted in on itself, forming a pretzel. All her thoughts were jumbled, a mess of not being able to breathe.

"He's not confirmed to be dead, but no one knows where he is." Finn answered, but it didn't make Y/N feel better. If he was gone for much longer it didn't much matter.

"I have to find him." She whispered, walking away from Poe and to the hanger.

"Y/N," Finn said, grabbing her arm to stop her. She pushed him away, but Finn continued to follow her. "Where are you going?"

"Poe, he needs me. I have to go." She explained, grabbing her helmet in the hallway leading to the hanger. She was putting it on and climbing in when she realized the rest of her squadron had been doing the same thing.

The mission.

She had forgotten all about it. She wanted to go find Poe now, her heart was practically begging her to, but she also knew that if she didn't go on the mission, Poe would probably kill her.

She just wished she hadn't left things the way she did.

She flipped on her control signals before speaking to the center. "After the completion of this mission, I will be leaving to find General Dameron." She told them with no room for argument. She doubted they would have anyway, but she wouldn't have taken it if they had. Most of the remaining people on base knew better than to mess with her.

She was going to find Poe.

But Maker, she was exhausted.

She knew she should have gotten more sleep the night before, she knew she shouldn't have been thinking about Poe, but she couldn't help herself.

It's probably why she didn't see the stray ship that had decided to fight them. It's definitely why she got hit on her way to go find Poe after the mission.

"Poe?" Rose asked as she saw a dark haired man getting out of the battered X-Wing. Poe tore his helmet off, looking around. From where she stood, Rose could see a large cut across his cheekbone that didn't seem to be scabbing too well, a couple more on the other side of his face. There was a dark bruise around his temple that stretched from his cheekbone to his hairline, and his eyes had dark circles underneath them.

"Rose," Poe stumbled over to her, dropping his helmet before tripping at her feet. He stayed down, and she quickly got to her knees. Finn ran over, having watched his friend face plant, and also fell to his knees.

"Poe?" Finn moved his friend's face and Poe opened his eyes so suddenly it startled Finn backwards.

"Where is she?" Poe rasped out, moving to try and stand. He ended up sitting though, Rose and Finn guiding him against one of the crates. He was gulping in air as if his lungs didn't have capacity, and it worried his friends.

"We need water!" Finn yelled out, looking around at people scrambling to get their General some water. He turned when Poe hit him a couple times, still panting. His friend was looking worse for wear, and definitely needed at least three hours in the bacta tank.

"Where's Y/N?" Poe was having trouble keeping his eyes open, and Finn was sure he was going to pass out very soon. He shared a look with Rose, both worried.

"Poe, we're going to get you to the bacta." Rose told him as she looked around. "We need a medic! Multiple medics!" She shouted out, seeing more people move. Poe shook his head lightly, eyes staying closed for longer now. He grabbed her arm, holding her tight.

"Where," His throat was almost too dry to speak now, and Finn had to drip the water into his mouth when he finally received the container. When Poe had swallowed, he opened his eyes once more. "Y/N. Please." He begged. He just wanted to see her. Almost dying had taught him a lot about his life, much of which he didn't know. He realized that not telling Y/N his feelings was the stupidest thing he'd ever done, and he promised himself it he ever made it back to base he would tell her immediately.

"We're going to heal you up, General." A man said, the medics getting ready to lift Poe.

"Y/N," He groaned again, but he was too tired. He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He felt himself being lifted up, onto the medic table, and he took a deep breath as he tried to fight the sleep.

"How are we gonna tell him that Y/N hasn't come back?" Rose asked, thinking Poe had been knocked out.

"What?" Poe was renewed with energy, sitting up. He pushed away the medics with his last remaining strength; he needed to know what happened to her. "Where is she?" He yelled, still pushing and fighting.

"Poe, you're gonna hurt yourself!" Finn told him, wishing his friend would just pass out so he wouldn't have to explain.

"What happened to her?" Poe felt like his life was going in slow motion, but everyone else was still fast enough to restrain him. "No! Stop!" He yelled, looking around. This had to be a joke - there was no way she was gone.

"Poe, please, we can talk about this later-" Finn had gone over to comfort and restrain him, but it was too late.

"I need to know! I need to find her!" Poe finally was able to roll off the table, and he crawled to his helmet.

"Stun him." Finn said sadly as he watched Poe stumble to stand. He tried putting on his helmet, but one of the people around him had set the gun to stun already. Finn watched Poe fall on the ground, helmet rolling away.

"That went much worse than I expected." Rey said as Poe was lifted up to the table once more and carted off.

"I'd like to see you do better." Finn turned, and Rey sighed. Everyone was on high alert ever since the General and his right hand girl had gone missing, but it seemed only some of it had cleared up when Poe made his way back.

"Any news?" Rey asked, hoping for another piece of goodluck.

"The only news we have is Poe coming back. We haven't heard anything from Y/N since she was hit." Rose informed her, and they all sighed. They weren't sure what to do at this point - Finn had sent a couple pilots out to look for Poe and Y/N, but they had all come back with nothing. Everyone was starting to get worried, a heavy unease resting in their hearts.

"Well, let's hope they can sedate Poe enough for him to stay in the bacta tank until Y/N comes back." Finn's optimism was not lost on Rey and Rose, who both felt their hearts drop the slightest bit. The worst part about all of this was the last conversations they had with Y/N and Poe, both of them leaving upset because of the teasing. If they had known...

But they hadn't, and now they were left dealing with the guilt and the fact that there was a large chance that even if by some miracle they were able to find Y/N's X-Wing, she would be gone.

In the end, Poe had not been sedated enough to stay in the bacta tank for as long as his friends would have liked. Medics let him out after two hours, but he had been yelling and banging on the glass for half of that. He kept trying to swim to the top, which they luckily kept sealed closed, but the point at which he was taken out was when he took his breathing tube out and refused to put it back in. Once he was lifted out, four men had to hold him down while a nurse toweled him off.

"Stop! Let me go!" Poe screamed, kicking and bucking with all his might. "That's an order! An order!" He had to be sedated once more in order to be brought to his room and rest. His friends all sat in the room with him, none of them ablen to sleep as the hours passed. There was a speaker from Control resting on the table, and they all listened to the endless drones about when it was safe to take off and when it wasn't and who was coming in and who was leaving. Rose had fallen asleep against the side of the couch, but Rey and Finn stayed awake.

"I'm going to go out there myself soon." Rey said softly after awhile. There was still no sign of Y/N and she knew it was late enough that they probably wouldn't be sending any more pilots out to look. Finn didn't respond, just nodded, wishing he too knew how to fly so he could help.

"Anything?" Poe's voice started the others in the room, and they all whipped their heads toward him. He was sore, and he knew that he could have used longer in the bacta tank, but he also knew he would have gone insane if he were in there for any longer.

"Not yet." Rey said with a sad smile that she hoped made Poe feel a little more peaceful. She watched him sit up and look around before he tried to swing his legs over to the side of the bed. Rey and Finn were at his sides in a matter of seconds, keeping him down.

"I have to go-"

"Last time you tried to stand you face planted. Twice." Finn told him with a small smile. Poe just shook his head, still struggling weakly.

"She needs me, I have to find her." Poe argued, his voice sounding as if he hadn't used it in years.

"Poe, we understand how much she means to you." Rey told him, but he pushed them both away in annoyance.

"No, you don't!" Poe huffed as Finn and Rey stood back, both just staring at him. "You don't because I didn't even understand until I left. She means everything to me. Wherever she goes, I go." Poe told them. They were shocked into silence as Poe looked straight forward, taking a deep breath. Now that they were stunned, Poe could make his move.

"And that includes death." Before his friends had time to process what he had said, Poe was launching himself over the bed and running out the door. He realized with gratefulness that he had pants on, meaning his friends had requested he not be put in one of those stupid medic gowns. He also realized as people stared at him that he didn't have a shirt, but that would have to be dealt with at a later time. He ran through the halls, pushing people away as he made his way to hanger. People were shouting things at him as he passed them, but he didn't care at all. He had to make it to his X-Wing before Finn and Rey could make it to him.

"Poe!"

"Poe, wait!"

They were close, yelling his name as he entered the hanger. He grabbed a random flight helmet, hoping it would fit as he made his way to the droid charging station. BB-8 was sleeping, and even though Poe knew it would take awhile to get his droid into the plane, he also knew that without the droid he wouldn't make it far.

"Poe, stop!" Finn yelled, but Poe could tell he was still far enough away. He could make it.

"Incoming X-Wing! It's coming too fast!" Someone in control yelled, but Poe paid no attention. He was running to his X-Wing when the ship crash landed, the shock causing Poe to fall to the ground. As the dust settled and Poe stood to go to his X-Wing, he realized he also recognized this one.

"Y/N?" Poe whispered as he stared. He couldn't move for a second, but then all at once his brain kicked into gear and he was sprinting. He had made it halfway when the top popped open and Y/N leaned on things as she tried to stand. She ended up practically falling to the ground, but it wasn't too bad of a hit. She was able to be kind-of standing when Poe scooped her up into her arms and squeezed her tight. She knew immediately who it was, and held onto him as if he were the only thing keeping her alive. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, keeping her as close as possible, while the other was on her head, holding it to his heart. The relief he felt at having her with him was like a drug - he couldn't feel pain, emotional and physical. He only felt her and happiness that she was there and alive.

"Poe," Y/N said as she pulled back slightly. Poe put a hand on her cheek, keeping his other arm around her. He could tell he was already crying, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I thought I lost you." Poe whispered, taking in the state of her physical health. She had too many bruised around her face and collarbones for his liking, her flight suit singed in some places. He knew she couldn't stand on her own, as he was half holding her up and she was also leaning heavily on him.

"I would never leave you, flyboy." Y/N muttered, swiping her thumbs across his skin in a soothing motion. "You and me, yeah?" She asked, and he smiled. He knew he couldn't wait, that this was it, that he had to tell her.

Or maybe he could show her.

He leaned forward and kissed her, careful with the cut he could feel on her bottom lip. The kiss was long and sweet, no rush. When they parted, Y/N looked at him confused, and he just shrugged.

"While I was trying to get back to base, I realized that I had never kissed you. Isn't that strange? We're best friends and we've never kissed." Poe joked, making her chuckle a bit and raise a hand to his cheek.

"I think we are probably more than best friends." Y/N told him. The two went in to kiss again, but it was interrupted by their friends.

"Ya think?" Finn said as he ran up to them. Y/N smiled while Poe pouted at their failed kiss, reluctantly letting Finn and Rey join their hug so that all their friends could be comforted.

"Please don't ever do that again." Rey muttered, making everyone chuckle slightly. "That was way too much for me to handle."

"If either of you ever go missing again, we're locking the other one in a prisoner cell." Finn's comment made everyone laugh as the all parted, Y/N still leaning against Poe. "You think I'm joking? Chasing both your asses around like that was tiring!"

"Speaking of tiring," Poe turned to Y/N, who's eyes were beginning to slip closed. He knew they needed to get to a medic soon, and that he also needed much more rest than he had been getting. "I think we better go get you taken care of."

"Kiss me again?" Y/N mumbled, and Poe rolled his eyes, complying all the same.

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @roxaya

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine #star wars

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maydayblake · 8 months

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Hey, can you where the reader is a little sister of vance hopper? And he is very over-protective for her. He always mocks her but deep down he really love his sister. He hates when she talks to other boys. She is just apposite of his brother. She is too friendly with everyone. She is in the same class where finn and robin are. And she has a crush on robin. Vance always protects her from bullies. He once broke a hand of a boy because he tried to bully his sister. ( he is just like gyutaro from demon slayer).

I hope you will write about this. I am sorry for my bad English. It's not my first language.

Protective ( Vance Hopper X Sister!Reader, Robin Arellano X Hopper!Reader )

Includes : Bullying, Brother/Sister Relationship, Teasing And Etc...

Genre : Fluff And Little Bits Of Angst

" Get up dipshit ", Vance trows a pillow at me as I groan, turning around in my bed.

" Come on, we don't have all day ", he growls out, dragging me out of bed.

" Can you leave me alone, it's Saturday ", you get up from the floor, rubbing your eyes, as your brother Vance stares at you with crossed arms.

" Do you wanna see him or not, remember I can easily tell about your crush- ", you hit him with a pillow as you go to your wardrobe, picking out an sundress.

He hated that you talked with boys and especially Robin. But he knew he couldn't do anything because she's her own person. And he respected that. But it still didn't stop him from sending glares towards them when Robin got too close.

" If he hurts you I'll break his arm, you know I'm always watching ", he turns around and leaves the room, going to Grab N Go, to play his stupid pinball stuff. I don't get it, why's he so obsessed.

Anyways. As I finished getting ready, I put on a bit of mascara, lipgloss and left the house to meet up with him.

He asked me to hang out yesterday, and I couldn't be happier. Even if it's as friends.

Finney teased me when he heard about it, and I had to smack him to shut him up. Obviously not with the intend to hurt him, just as a joke.

And as I was walking 3 girls came up to me, glaring.

" Uhh can I help you? ", you stopped walking, as you stared at the ginger haired girl.

She slowly walked towards me, before pushing me on the ground. I hiss as I landed on a rock.

" Stay away from Robin or else.. ", she threatened, I just stared up at her. Finally after 3 minutes of complete silence I spoke.

" Or else what? He's his own person, he can hang out with who he wants, and you can't stop me ", I try to reason with her. She just laughed before the two other girls came behind me and grabbed my arms.

" What the- GET OFF ", I scream as I start kicking around. The girl just smirked at me before kicking me in the stomach. I groaned in pain. She kept kicking and kicking, and just as she was about to punch me. With her hand raised she was stopped.

She looked behind her to see Vance, standing there glaring daggers at her.

" Stay the fck away from my sister, or else... ", he threatened. The girl shook in fear as she nodded relentlessly.

He let go of her hand, and her and her minions ran away. I was laying on the ground groaning in pain. He kneeled down.

" You okay? What'd they want? ", he looked genuinely worried. I just gave him a small smile as he helped me stand up.

" They thought I was someone else, I'm fine... ", I lied, he just raised his eyebrow, not believing me.

He knew I was a soft person, if someone hurt me, I'd still want to protect them. That's what he hated most about me. The fact that we are polar opposites.

Vance would not hesitate to punch someone for messing up his game. And you - you wouldn't hurt a fly even if you wanted to.

He didn't push it any further as to not upset her. He just gave her a small nod and started walking with her to where Robin was standing. To make sure no one came up to her with the intend to hurt her anymore.

And as soon as they arrived, he gave him a glare and left.

Robin smiled at her, sending butterflies to her stomach.

" You ready to go? " he asked the girl. She just nodded and then they we're on their way.

She groaned a few times, probably the bruises forming from where she was punched but she didn't say anything.

Robin noticed.

" You okay? Did something happen? ", he asked the girl as he stood in front of her, taking her hands.

She just stared at him. Finally she nodded, giving him a smile. Trying to convince everything was fine.

" I know you better than that Y/N, was it those girls? ", so he knew them?

" Yeah, but it's fine, I handled it ", I lied, and by the looks of his face, you can see he didn't believe me one bit.

" Amber likes me, she confessed to me a week ago, and I rejected her. I guess she didn't take the hint. Look, if she hurts you again, come to me, I'll handle it ", he spoke softly as he laid his hands on my shoulders. Staring into my eyes.

" You're not gonna hurt her are you? ", he laughed before shaking his head.

" I don't hurt girls, I'm not like that. But I'll talk to her, make sure she gets the hint this time, like I said, I got it covered. ", I smiled at him as a thank you. He took my hand in his and we walked off.

#tbp x reader #the black phone #robin arellano #finney blake #vance hopper #robin arellano x reader

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frodhoebagginit · 11 months

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Just Like Before. Pt. 1 {Rhea Ripley x Fem!Bloodline!Reader}

(this is the first fic I've written in a while so...sorry if it sucks. let me know if you want a part 2)

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All the attention was on the two women in the center of the ring. The Tribal Chief had called Paul to tell him he wanted The Judgment Day to help with The Bloodline’s, “Sami Zayn Problem.” Y/n was very annoyed by The Tribal Chiefs request, he knew about her and Rhea's past, why would he think it'd be a good idea for them to work together?

Rhea was staring y/n down, y/n tried her best to keep her eyes on Paul, who was sharing The Tribal Chief's words with the people in the arena. Rhea’s eyes burned her skin, she could feel it all over her body, just as they had before. Paul notices Rheas brutal eyes on y/n,

“Solo switch with y/n.” Paul asks, Solo moves to the other side of y/n. Y/n now standing in front of Dominik instead of Rhea. A moment passes before Rhea moves past Dominik and is once again standing in front of y/n. Y/n finally looks into Rhea's eyes, annoyed. Paul stares at the world women's champion intensely.

“Is everything alright?” Paul asks, annoyed. Rhea keeps her eyes on y/n as she moves closer to the mic,

“For now.” Rhea responds. Y/n scoffs and rolls her eyes at Rhea's remark. Paul accepts Rhea's answer and continues his promo. When Paul finishes The Bloodline leaves the ring and returns backstage. Y/n is pissed now and stays silent, the whole way back to her locker room. Y/n throws herself on to her couch. Minutes go by and suddenly a knock at the door disrupts the silence. Y/n groans and gets up unenthusiastically, when she opens the door she is met with the familiar burning eyes of Rhea Ripley. She tries to slam the door shut before Rhea can come in, but Rhea stops the door with her boot, kicking the door further open before stepping into the room, dominance radiating off her. Rhea closes the door behind her and locks it with a smirk on her face.

“What the hell do you want Rhea?” Y/n demands. Rhea circles around y/n like a shark in water, saying nothing. Y/n’s eyes follow her form, her body betrays her as she feels her face getting hot. The sudden redness of y/n’s face doesn't go unnoticed by Rhea. Rhea stops walking and stands close to Y/n’s face.

“It seems we are stuck with each other just like before.” Rhea says with malus. Y/n rolls her eyes at the woman in front of her. This seems to tick Rhea off, Rhea pushes y/n against the wall barricading her with her body. Her forearms rest on either side of y/n face and her knees lock y/n’s legs in place. Rhea moves her face even closer to y/n

S their lips barely touch. Rhea’s smirk appears once more,

“I'm sure we can make this temporary alliance enjoyable, I know how much it was before, for you” Rhea stares y/n down intensely. Y/n stares at Rhea speechless, her body radiates heat and her stomach forms knots, just as it had before. Y/n snaps out of Rheas trance ad pushes her away,

“Fuck off Rhea.” Rhea’s smirk disappears, and she Scoffs.

“Oh please, you're so pathetic, don't think I don’t know how badly you still want me.” Y/n shakes her head at Rheas words. All y/n wants is for Rhea to leave her alone, she's caused enough stress in her life.

“You and I don’t need to work together, Roman just needs Damian, Dominik, and Finn. So just leave me alone.” Rhea’s smirk returns

“Fine, but don’t try to lie to me and say you don’t want me. You know Mami always wins” Rhea exits the room leaving y/n to deal with the mess she has started.

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Survivor’s Remorse (VI)

Part Six

NSFW | 18+ | PTSD | Self harm | Torture

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"Shit"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry about that by the way. About you. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine. I know it wasn't personal" he waves his hand dismissively before clearing his throat. "I asked Annie about what it was like, once. She told me that after her first day she really didn't know. She could hear you talking sometimes but mainly just, screaming. Told me that after they dragged her past you the first day, you didn't stop screaming for a week. Annie said that they never came back for her after that day though"

"That..." I hesitate but don't want to lie to him "It's true"

"Shit"

"Yeah"

"Have you ever really talked about it?"

"No"

"Do you want to?"

"No. I don't want to think" I admit shaking my dizzy head as I sucked on the sugar cube

Finnick pulls a string from his pocket and drops it into my hands, showing me some complicated loops.

"I could teach you some knots? We'd have to take these off though"

He taps at my nail guards and I swallow the rest of the sugar in my mouth before pulling them securely to my chest with a shake of the head.

"I don't want to hurt you" I breathe

"You won't" He chuckles while deftly unlocking them

"How do you-?"

"Who do you think helps Beetee design your mouthguards and cuffs while Cinna's in recovery?"

My eyes widen and I grin at him. I should've known. The few memories I have, Finnick'd always treated me like a little sister in. He made me remember that we all grew up too soon. I had real fun with Finnick. I remember being on the sand, scaring Peeta awake, dancing around a bonfire and learning songs of the sea. I squeeze my eyes shut in pain as jolts of electricity rattle my spine. I clench my teeth and focus on one spot in front of me, unfortunately everyone seems to be focused on Finnick and me, also curious about my Torture Tales. Or maybe the fact that I'm gripping his hand tightly in my sharp nailed one. It doesn't seem like I'm hurting him though, and I need a firm grip on reality right now.

"The Quarter Quell. We...you and I...we" I choke trying to fight through the immeasurable pain it brings me to speak about the Quell, let alone think about it.

This overpowering fear made me convulse as if I was being shocked with cattle prods again. They stayed with me until he released my hand, his arm wrapping around my shoulders to keep me together. Finnick gives me a reassuring squeeze and it helps lessen the shaking some more.

"That's it. What did we do?" he coaxes gently

I don't like how Peeta's eyes bore into my face, his body screaming he wants me to answer too. Why? If I actually had done something with Finnick, why should he care? He loved Katniss. Right?

The sand is burning, I can see hands reaching out the water towards me, blood dripping from the eyes at the center of their palms. Even the moonlight hurts my eyes.

"It's scary here Finn" I sigh tiredly

"I'm not leaving ya. Just like I didn't than"

I take another shaky breath before pushing on, absorbing his strength at my side to keep going.

"We had...fun. I felt like a kid again with you. We played a joke on Peeta. It...it made me feel so good to see him laugh. Really laugh. Why?" I hiss angrily feeling the venom bubble in my mouth unbidden from aggression I didn't understand.

Ugh not now.

I'm not a monster! I spit the purple venom onto the ground at my feet and bite down on my arm hard. Well, that's new. This is the first time it's been purple. Just what else did they do to my canine ducts? My back goes rigid, pain licking every cell of my body, head thrown back as I choke on a scream of terror. I faintly hear commands being shouted before my vision goes black.

I start myself awake for a few seconds again sometime later. I can tell I've screamed something but then I feel a prick in my neck and I'm pulled under again.

This time when I awake, I'm sitting propped up but snug and strangely comfortable. A big arm is wrapped around my shoulders to keep me warm while nestled into their side. There's blonde hair in the corner of my eye, my heart leaps as I whisper his name out of an impulse that felt unnaturally...habitual.

"I'm here" Peeta's voice whispers across the dim lamplight and I'm startled by the emotions that erupt at the hauntingly familiar phrase.

I look around to gauge the time. The stars are out. I've been out for a while. Only he and Johnson are awake.

Ah, watching the rabid highjacked psycho.

If it's not Peeta beside me, then who? Quirking my head just a bit I see that Finnick is who's holding me together tonight, sleeping peacefully with his other arm across his stomach, trident strapped to his back. No one else would dare get so close to me. Let alone to just leave their guard down like that and sleep so deeply within range of me or my teeth.

"Nothing I-" I stop not sure what I want to say

"Hungry?" Peeta offers

My mouth waters and my stomach answers. He sends me a wry smile before grabbing a bowl sitting beside him and sliding closer to offer it to me. He's too close. I can smell him at this distance. He was only 6 feet away from me and his fingers graze my palm as he makes sure the bowl is securely in my shackled hands before letting it go.

It warms me more than the bowl does. I don't know how to feel about that. Inside the bowl is a couple slices of ham and a few buttery potato squares. I still couldn't stand vegetables and being so close to the Training Quarters, I could feel the tears building again.

Why the fuck was everything making me so emotional? I needed Peeta away from me. This was his fault. I just know it is.

"You ok?"

His benevolence towards me is disarming and it unnerves me. It made everything that much more confusing.

"Why are you being so fucking nice to me?" I grumble wanting to understand him because maybe, it just might help me understand a bit about myself. I was willing to die for him. Why? "I tried to rip your fuckin throat out! Why?"

Peeta lets out a sigh and just eyes me sadly before rubbing his thighs. I recognize this nervous habit and it sparks something else within me. I answer before he can.

"We protect each other"

"Always" he nods with a small side smirk

I don't like the hope I see bloom on his face or how my heart leaps at the word. It frightens me.

"I don't even know what to believe anymore. Friend? Mutt? Ally? Love. Hate! Real. Not real. How am I supposed to discern the bullshit from the facts!" I roar angrily, wanting to lash out at something.

"Ask" Finnick grumbles as he shifts to sit up

"Who?" I hiss grateful he's awake in case I need knocking out again

"Us" Johnson pipes up

"For what? All of you want me dead anyway. What are you to me! My next set of torturers just waiting to lead me to your next game, like your friend who loved kicking me around in that van? If you want me dead so badly, I wish someone would just get on with it! I'm so tired of everyone's mind games"

"Your allies. We're your squad now" Gale pipes in

Great. They'd all been awake. Must be hard to sleep with a wild fox in your den.

"So?" I grumble

"That makes us family. You saved a lot of lives when you warned us about the attack. We don't just forget that kind of thing in 13" Boggs explains sitting in the seat Peeta had vacated to hold my eyes seriously.

His face reflected true disgust when I screamed about Keil kicking me around. I had a feeling Boggs wasn't going to let that one just go either. I'm watching them warily when my stomach grumbles again. Finnick leans forward to release my nails so I can eat the way I like to, but I shake my head at him.

"I don't want to hurt anyone like I tried to earlier"

"That's not what you did" Finnick chuckles ignoring me and releasing my nails

I greedily take a slice of ham and slurp it up, ignoring the fact I'm aware it looks as if I have no table manners.

"What do you mean?"

"You tend to lash out at yourself. Rarely at others unless its verbal"

I mull this over as I take a swallow of my water. My eyes land on Peeta again to see that he's still looking at me with that gentle stare of his, almost like he's enjoying watching me eat. He's calm. Tranquil.

It clicks.

I hold my restraints up so he can see the orange in the center where my sedative comes out.

"Orange. Orange is your favorite color. Soft...like a sunset. Real or not real?"

"Real. Yours is cobalt, like the collar and cuffs you're wearing"

I glance down at them and feel another appreciation for my friends. As few as I have. Leaning to my left I kiss Finnick on the cheek, now understanding the depths of his hand in this as well. Peeta stiffens but doesn't comment. Maybe this was a hint from Beetee without being pushy?

"Don't put ya greasy bacon lips on me" Finnick whines pulling a laugh from me

I lock eyes with Peeta again. I said it to Joanna but I needed to know which Peeta was real.

"Hot chocolate. You drank it before bed on the train. Real or not real?"

"Real"

I slam my eyes shut as the train memories start to tussle with each other. I don't want to ask this with so many ears on me but I know they won't stop hurting until I do. I look at Peeta imploringly.

"If we take some guards, would you feel comfortable walking with me? Just...for a little bit" I swallow

He tilts his head silently inquiring and I feel the need to explain.

"I have...questions but I'm not sure if..." I sigh scratching at my shoulder acutely aware of the audience.

Whether it happened or not I doubt he'd want everyone to know the lewd details that I'd viciously tried to air out before. I didn't want to do that again. He looks to Boggs for permission who nods his assent. Even though he was the one that'd knocked me unconscious when I'd first seen Peeta and attempted to rip out his trachea with my teeth, I liked him.

"Take 2 with you"

Peeta moves to stand but I flinch back against Finnick when he leans my way, my nails digging into the sleeping bag. I can't help the fear I feel here in the dark, surrounded, with his hands ready to lock around my throat if he wanted. I can't help the way my eyes rapidly scan every pair of eyes on me to map out their locations. Would anyone even try to stop him?

I peek up at Finnick to see he's watching me with a wistful cerulean gaze. On the one hand, I'd like to think Finnick meant what he said. On the other, I don't want him in any unnecessary danger as a newlywed. It's bad enough he has to be out here in the first place. No. If they do turn on me, I want Finnick to stay the fuck out of it.

"Finn" I whisper "Can you put my mouthguard on for me?"

"Do you really need it?"

"I don't want it but... I think so. My questions are...triggering. When they tortured me about the train and the Quell, they.... they spent a week straight breaking every bone in my hands. It was one of the ways to make me terrified to think about them. They'd reset them a few hours after they were finished and do it again, playing the footage or what they altered in it. It felt like it was never ending. Part of my punishment for making them feel stupid. Again. We'd tricked them into believing Cinna knew nothing about the rebellion. Joanna and I were pretty convincing. We both do condescending pretty fuckin well. She caught some waterboarding for her troubles too. We took comfort in each other's screams. It meant we were still together. We still had each other. It was the silence that was terrifying. Wondering what they had planned next you know? I don't care that I still have issues with my hands now. They left him alone after that. He can still make pretty things"

I'm smiling like a lunatic and I'm rambling because I've never spoken these dark memories aloud. They're coming out quicker than I can stop them. I'm actually really proud of this. This was a true triumph for me from my time there. To have my hands ravaged so Cinna's would never have to be. Definite win in my book.

"His hands are like yours Peeta. Powerful but so delicate. Treasures. You appreciate and marvel at the gems they create. You don't hurt that. I don't want to hurt him" I admit to them with every breath as unsteady as my body was.

I don't want to see the pity that I can feel on everyone's faces as they all shift a little closer to me. I don't want it. Finnick pats the top of my head before he dips his in my tent to grab the guard. I lay back on the sleeping bag, hands palm side down, waiting for the hands on my shoulders. I'm baffled when they don't come.

"Whatcha dooooin?" Finnick sings poking my nose as he leans over me

I shake my head and sit up surveying them just as perplexed at their actions, or lack thereof, as they were at mine.

"They...everyone always straps me down when they put em on. There's.... a bar for between my teeth so I can't hurt them...I'm just used to-"

"Being treated like less of a person?" Katniss snaps

"Not like I've ever had a choice princess!" I snap back feeling stupid

"Well, you do now! Just tilt your head back!" she huffs irritably

"We don't want to put these, things, on you. Believe that. We only are because you asked" Leegs shakes her head as she explains

I nod than tip my head back obediently and pop my mouth open, extending my tongue to give him full access. Finnick easily slips it around my top row and clicks it securely in place. I widen my jaw a little until they fit comfortably on the inside of my cheeks, giving Finnick a thumbs up once they are. Peeta leans forward with his hands on his knees now, eyeing me with anticipation.

"Ready?"

"Ready" I lisp around the guard

My eyes narrow when I realize he's covered his mouth with his hand and is trying to stop from laughing at my newly acquired lisp. I always get it with the mouth guard. It's just much more comfortable in Beetee's than the too small ones Snow had me in. Finnick gingerly pulls me to my feet and rehooks my nail guards into place. Gale comes with us without a word. Good. This could just be seen as guy talk.

I wait until we've gotten a little way away from the camp before I start to talk. Gale and Finnick keep an 8-foot distance behind us as Peeta walks beside me. He doesn't seem concerned about me attacking him as his hand brushes mine every so often, quite warm against my cool skin. I'm beginning to think he's doing this on purpose when I realize he had in fact moved closer the more we walked.

"I... I wanted to know"

"About the train" he finishes thankfully cutting to the chase

"I slept with you?" I nod trying not to feel like an idiot "A lot"

"If you mean literally sleep, then yes. After the first games...you never really could without me"

"I wonder if I ever could" I mumble feeling bitter about my insomnia

"I hear you don't so well these days"

"I wouldn't know. It's hard to keep track. They drug me a lot to undilute my memories. It's hard to tell when I'm awake and when I'm not. So... I never had sex with you?"

"No" he coughs "Do you remember differently?"

"Yes...I mean. I think so"

"Tell me about it"

I glance behind us and see that while watchful, Finnick and Gale are otherwise interested in their own conversation. Finnick shoots me an encouraging smile before shooing me to look forward with a wave of his trident. I look back at Peeta and move over to the trees, leaning against one, arms crossed over my chest to tuck my trembling hands away.

"It's too shiny when I try to see your eyes...but" I swallow shakily running my hand through my hair again

"But?"

"It starts off fine but then when you're kissing me..."

I choke again and have to clench my teeth to fight the headache I feel trying to form.

"It doesn't feel like the 'you' I think I remember. This one is... Rough. Mean. Smacks me when I ask you to be gentle" I sigh

"Not real" he asserts with an appalled shake of the head.

"It's fuzzy when you're nice. I like that one better. You don't compare me to her in that one"

He doesn't have to ask to know who I'm talking about and I'm happy that he doesn't.

"Tell me about it"

"You...you're sweet. Gentle. Make me feel safe. I don't ever feel that way anymore" I shake my head trying to get this to make sense "You call me sweet names in this one. Always ask before touching me. You...like my scar. Mean Peeta hurts me with it. You make me feel good when you touch it"

Now I'm blushing and my hands are shaking.

I shouldn't like this. I'm not supposed to.

"Real"

My eyes meet his and I realize he's come much closer. I'm shaking but I don't know why. Fear? Longing? Trepidation. Uncertainty. What exactly do I feel for this boy that I'd been so convinced was trying everything he could to kill me? Especially when he looked at me the way he did now, as if I held all his heart in my hands. I look over his shoulder for Gale and Finnick. They've moved closer too and I'm grateful.

"I... asked to touch you. You told me I could" I breathe not realizing my pupils have contracted to slits reflecting the heat I felt sweep through me.

"Real" he husks

Why does he keep moving closer? They've broken me to kill him. He should hate me as much as they'd programmed me to despise him. But I don't shove him back either. I watch him warily as he steps into my bubble.

Maybe we both have a death wish?

***

Peeta had no intentions on pushing you tonight. He just wanted to see why you remembered the train the way you did. It was seeing the way you spoke about that night on the train that spurred him into movement. It was practically impossible for you to hide your emotions after Snow had your eyes altered. Not to mention Peeta had already practically been an expert in reading your body language having learned during your first games together.

You were scared but not for the reasons you claimed.

That was the only time you'd touched one another that intimately. Even then, you'd focused on his pleasure, even as you came and soaked his fingers. You wanted to watch him, your mouth greedily sucking at his bottom lip.

For some reason you hadn't told him, you were hesitant to let him all the way in, but Peeta was patient. To see you come unraveled first at his touch had made him explode in your warm hands too.

Your lips part and your eyes dart over his shoulder again, but he doesn't want your eyes on Gale and most especially not Finnick. Not when he can see the desire sparkling in them. Not when he had to watch you snuggle against Finnick while it was his name you whispered in your sleep. Or when it was Finnick who wiped the tears from your cheeks while you whimpered from nightmares and not him. Or when you'd happily kissed Finnick.

No. Peeta needed you to look at him.

Stepping closer so that he hovered just above you, Peeta placed his hands by either side of your waist, flat on the tree trunk, so he was almost touching you. Peeta likes that your back bows naturally, reacting on memories it wasn't aware of, while your breath quickens craving for him to touch you.

"What else?"

"I did. You let me", you swallow and bite your lip

Peeta doesn't say it but he sees your eyes drop to his fly before quickly darting back up to his. He wants you to remember that night the right way. He would never hurt you, especially not when you were trusting him at your most vulnerable. For them to warp your memories to believe he had...he wanted them obliterated. Peeta would rewrite every stolen kiss and touch they'd robbed of you.

"Real" Peeta hummed dipping his neck so his lips hovered just above yours

"I asked you to touch me too. Together we...You kissed me as I came" you begin to whisper wincing as if you'd been pricked by something

"Very real"

Peeta knew these were dangerous waters he was treading but he'd been holding back for so long. He raised his hands slowly, making sure that you could see every move he made. It was clear that the things about him you loved the most were what they focused on scaring you away from. It was abundantly clear from day one that his hands were on that list. You always watched them as if they would enclose around your throat. Even now you did yet you still wouldn't move away seemingly searching for answers of your own. Peeta's hands cup your cheeks and he can't help the way his heart sings when you nuzzle into them the way you used to.

"You've been rough with me. A few times. Mean Peeta is so rough with me"

"Not real. I would never. Not unless you asked me to" Peeta shakes his head tilting yours up so he can look into your icy gray eyes

"I can't separate them. I'm trying but I can't" you gasp shakily with tears in your eyes

"Let me show you, please love?" Peeta pleads lowly as his wet lips hover just above yours

"I don't want to hurt you" you whisper as a tear of honest fear rolls over your cheek, terrified of doing so even with the mouth guard and cuffs

Peeta wipes it away gently with another shake of the head.

"You won't" he smiles before his lips cover yours

Your cuffed fingers clutch the front of his shirt as you arch your neck, pushing your body closer to his. It had been too long since he'd felt your lips. Peeta slips his tongue between your plump lips, reveling in the soft moan that shakes your frame as he explores your mouth, sucking on your lips and tongue. He knows how weak it makes you when he suckles your hypersensitive tongue. His left-hand stays cupped on your cheek as his right rests on your hip, thumb caressing the tip of the scar across your belly in small pressured circles. Other than Cinna only he was ever allowed to touch it. When you pull back with an excited gasp, Peeta sees the flash of recognition in your eyes.

Yes.

Peeta doesn't wait before he captures your lips again, pulling your hip against his and sliding the fingers of his right up to thread through your hair. Your body curls into his just the way you used to, molding with him like the perfect piece to his puzzle that you are. Peeta nibbles your bottom lip before pulling your tongue between his lips again, loving how you whimper so softly in his mouth. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

"Which feels real?" He exhales against your lips

"Gentle Peeta" you sigh "I-I wanted to but...I can't..."

Your pupils dilate widely and before Peeta can register what's happening, you shove him so hard away from you that he stumbles backwards into another tree.

"You're a liar" you hiss

Peeta sees it's not at him. Your eyes are fixed on a point somewhere deep in the woods and they're petrified.

"It's not him. I'm the mutt. I'm the monster. It's me!" You start to screech while pulling at your hair

Peeta starts forward but you snap your jaws in his direction in alarm, your eyes not really seeing anything around you, as you attempt to keep him away from you. Gale snatches Peeta backwards, keeping him at a safe distance.

"It might do more harm than good if it's you" he whispers in Peeta's ear to stop his struggling

"No, you lied! It's not him! It's me! I won't! I won't hurt him for you!" You wail as tears of resignation fall down your face. You move so rapidly as you suddenly pull the strap of your restraints against your throat, lock the strap around your throat then pull backwards in a clear attempt to strangle yourself against the tree behind you. You glare defiantly before choking out your final words "I'm done being in your games"

Finnick is on you in seconds. He's tackled you to the ground as you continue to scream at someone who isn't here. Peeta's eyes are wide with concern and he's trying not to shake in his distress. Within moments you're knocked unconscious by Finnick, who's activated the sedative in your collar. After bundling your slumped form up in his arms, his trident now across his back, he tucks your face away into his neck.

"Hmm" he chuckles under his breath walking over to Peeta and Gale "That went well"

"Who do you think she was talking to?"

"Snow" Peeta's answer is immediate and clipped "And that was a fucking disaster. I just made it worse"

"I don't know Peeta. I think that was a clearer answer than I ever got out of a girl", Gale shrugs as they make their way back to the camp "And I've had girls flat out tell me they liked me"

"What do you mean?"

Gale sighs with exaggeration but Peeta can tell he's not genuinely annoyed at him. Finnick has mercy and explains better, having the most experience in these matters.

"We learned about one thing that happened during her capture today. Can you imagine going through just that? Despite everything they made her forget, altered or put her through, that fear is there. The bloodlust just, isn't. You can't force the mind to just do what you want it to, no matter how much trackerjacker venom you've got. She literally tried to kill herself when the programming attempted to take over. She could have easily choked you instead. Bit your tongue out of your mouth. Anything. But she turned her own restraints back onto herself to protect you. If that doesn't scream that someone loves you more than their own life, I don't know what does", Finnick explained transferring you out of his hood so your face was no longer hidden in his neck. He shifted your weight for Peeta to see your tear-stained cheeks and bruised throat "Every day for weeks. Brainwashed. Tortured, with one thought left in her mind. To kill you. And she just can't bring herself to do it. That kind of love is a lot of things, but it isn't weak"

The group made it back to the camp after this, the squads eyes falling on your slumped form in Finnick's arms.

"What happened?" Boggs sighs

He came over and inspected Peeta's face and neck, his hand on his chin, tilting his face this way and that. He released him when he saw there were no marks.

"Peeta kissed her" Finnick snickers

"So... she fainted?" Leegs chuckles

"No" Peeta snaps wanting nothing more than to take you from Finnick's arms and tuck you out of sight.

"She kissed him back and everything was fine. We blink for five seconds and she's trying to kill herself" Gale sighs running a hand through his black wavy hair

"Damn Peeta, I didn't know you were that bad" Messalla teases

"She was fine! Then I don't know...something snapped. She started to hear Snow. She was yelling at him"

Peeta shoots Finnick an annoyed look before Finnick realizes he's still got you in his arms. It's making it hard for him to focus. With a teasing smile, Finnick slips to his knees and slides you inside the tent before reemerging and joining everyone by the fire.

"What did she say?" Johnson asks seriously

"She was a mutt. She was done playing in his games. Then she turned her restraints on herself" Peeta sighs rubbing his eyes tiredly

"That all?"

"No. He's being painfully obtuse with you on purpose" Gale rolls his eyes "They kissed. They talked about what happened on the train some more and she lost it after. Like some mirror piece had fallen into place and she couldn't stand her reflection or something. She was ready to die so she'd never hurt him. It was in her eyes"

"Keep a closer watch on her. She'll try it again" Cressida sighs

"To kiss Peeta?" Messalla snickered

Peeta really hoped so.

"To kill herself. If that's the decision she's made, it's likely that she'll try again to keep Peeta safe. If she's warring with the fact that she has feelings for him and that she's supposed to kill him out of an unshakable fear, then she will try it again. She's chosen death over being the cause of Peeta's" Finnick explains with a sad shake of the head

"None of us will let that happen" Boggs nods and everyone in the group nods their assertion

***

"Did you?" Haymitch asks lowly, his eyes as hard and sad as mine

I don't answer because I don't want to upset him.

"Yes" Peeta's voice is low and dark as he answers for me

"When?"

"When we were coming from underground. There was a tunnel full of mutts. They almost had Finnick and Katniss. She was almost out but she hurled herself back and went wild on them when one of them bit Finnick and pulled him back down. Managed to practically toss Finnick and Katniss up the ladder, even with her hands bound. She was climbing back up, almost out herself and then...I don't know"

His arms tighten and I can feel the shudder that goes through him. I know that day had terrified him. To see me just let go, to think he'd have to live without me. I'd never make it up to him but I was hellbent on trying.

"I was ready to die. I had saved everyone I needed to. What worth was my life anymore?" I sigh guiltily

"Tell me about it" Haymitch leans forward, handing Peeta some of the clear liquor that I gratefully take from his warm hands as he slides it into mine.

"We'd lost Boggs and few others but we were so close"

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