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hi for the first tomlinson!sister blurb maybe like her and harry’s relationship during the years? her relationship with her family and louis idk lol im bad at coming up with ideas 😭

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welcome to the first blurb of the week all for my first anniversary 💞 i hope you enjoy it just as much as i had creating it <3

authors note - thanks to whoever came up with this gorgeous idea it’s definitely a good one so i hope i somehow did it justice💗💗 when it comes to the tragic passings of johannah and felicity, i decided not to use there photos in this just to respect the privacy of the tomlinson family🙏

2010,

MARCH. (account private.)

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yourinstagram, good luck lou! can’t believe that my brother is auditioning for the x-factor i know for a fact that your going to smash it ❤️

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yourfriend, good luck louis!

mrsjohannahdeakin, can’t believe my baby boys doing this ❤️

yourfriend, wait what? how did i not know he was auditioning??

yourfriend, good luck

yourfriend, so that’s why your not in school today?

DECEMBER.

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gemmastyles, get a room

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gemmasfriend, can’t believe how famous harry is now

gemmasfriend, cuties

annetwist, all i see is a bunch of cuties

mrsjohannahdeakin, the cutest babies ever

gemmasfriend, Harry’s got a gf?

yourinstagram, gem!

2011,

SEPTEMBER. (account still private.)

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yourinstagram, so guess who appeared in her brothers music video? this girl and it was everything and more. if your my friend then you’ll go and stream it right now 💞

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yourfriend, this song is such a bop

yourfriend, im so jealous that you got to be that close to Harry 😮‍💨

yourinstagram, 🫣🫣

mrsjohannahdeakin, super proud of the boys for this

yourfriend, this song is so good like your brother and his friends are geniuses

2012,

FEBRUARY. (Account Still Private.)

liked by lottietomlinson, mrsjohannahdeakin and 198 others.

yourinstagram, birthday meal for the birthday boy happy eighteenth to my curly headed friend🎉🎂

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yourfriend, still can’t believe that your friends with the one direction boys

yourfriend, happy birthday harry

mrsjohannahdeakin, happy birthday harry feels like it was just yesterday that I met little sixteen year old you for the very first time

yourinstagram, he just read this and is blushing right infront of me

yourfriend, happy birthday

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enews, harry styles and his band mates little sister (yn) spotted getting cosy after leaving a restaurant together. read more at the link in our bio. 🔗

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username, wtf? that’s his bestfriends sister

username, the way he’s holding her in the third picture

username, this is kinda gross

username, why would she do that to louis?

username, wasn’t it his birthday yesterday?

username, and they were the only two who went out to celebrate so it was obviously a date

username, there actually cute

2013.

AUGUST.

“Homes always been a special place to me,”Harry spoke into the camera, head resting in the palm of his hand.

“I’ve taken a few people there but only people that mean something special to me, and yeah you could say that one of those people is (Y/N),” A soft smile formed on his face. “She just understands this life y’know like because of her brother being Lou.”

A cease formed in his brow. “Although telling Louis that I was dating his sister was something I wish I could go back and never have to do.”

“Only joking, he actually did take it pretty well to be fair,” he let out a soft laugh. “Let’s just say I didn’t end up with a black eye.”

— Harry referring to (Y/N) Tomlinson in This Is Us.

2014.

JUNE. (account public.)

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yourinstagram, fangirling proper rn because i’ve just met five seconds of summer and I don’t exactly know how to cope knowing i was stood right next to luke hemmings 😳

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username, this girl is living all of our fantasies right now

username, Callum’s a proper fitty

harrystyles, luke hemmings? not like you’ve got me or anything

yourinstagram, but his accent…

harrystyles, heyyyy

username, your adorable

username, i want to live your life

username, how does it feel girly??

2015,

APRIL.

enews, harry styles and (y/n) tomlinson spark engagement rumours just weeks after band mate zayn malik leaves the group. read more at the link in our bio. 🔗

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username, good for them i guess

username, hope this is true there my faves 🙏

username, she’s not even that pretty 🤷‍♀️

username, excuse you! but just because she’s dating someone that you find attractive doesn’t mean that you can be so mean to someone

username, aren’t they a little young?

username, ayyo

username, childhood sweethearts and all that jazz

username, defo a PR stunt

username, one that’s been going on for five years?

2016,

JANUARY.

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yourinstagram, welcome to the world our darling nephew, freddie reign tomlinson, auntie and uncle adore you so much ❤️💗

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username, freddie 😭

lottietomlinson, can’t believe you met him before me ☹️

username, love how she said ‘our nephew’ instead of ‘my nephew’

username, harry holding a baby is something i never knew i needed

username, imagine when him and (y/n) have kids

username, welcome to the world freddie!

username, he’s so cute!

harrystyles, he definitely likes me more.

yourinstagram, in your dreams lover boy

username, there banter >>>>

DECEMBER.

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yourinstagram, Mum, I miss you.

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2017,

APRIL.

liked by yourinstagram, lottietomlinson and 2,464,924 others.

harrystyles, SIGN.OF.THE.TIMES // 7.APRIL. 17 //

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username, oh this is gonna be good

username, this songs is gonna be iconic just y’all wait

yourinstagram, so proud h! ❤️

harrystyles liked your comment.

username, him releasing music means that one direction are officially over and I don’t know how to feel about that

username, excited!

lottietomlinson, love love love

harrystyles liked your comment.

username, CRYING

username, that date is so soon! you could have given us some more time to prepare.

MAY.

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yourinstagram, tried to get a picture of cillian murphy but some rando was giving me death glares🤷‍♀️

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username, same girl same

username, if looks could kill girly

lottietomlinson, cillian could do a lot of things to me…

yourinstagram, 🫣

username, if harry styles looked at me like that id simply pass away

username, the two loves of my life

gemmastyles, give him my number!

yourinstagram, will do!

harrystyles, heyyyyy

2018,

november.

liked by louist91, annetwist and 5,431,890 others.

harrystylesandyourinstagram, 08.11.2018

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lottietomlinson, best day ever!

liampayne, one of the best days

annetwist, im still emotional typing this

niallhoran, loved it lad

gemmastyles, now give me a neice/nephew pls and thx

yourfriend, your dreams came true!

louist91, treat her right styles

zayn, so happy for you

2019,

march.

liked by username, taylorswift and 709,326 others.

yourinstagram, the moon was always her favourite. fizzy, i miss you.

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2020,

JANUARY.

liked by harrystyles, the.daisytomlinson and 934,431 others.

yourinstagram, my best friend just released his debut album, go listen to it or else i will hunt you down….

tagged, louist91

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username, already have!!

username, listened and loved every single song on it

harrystyles, i thought i was your best friend.

yourinstagram, you are baby, you are

username, this album ruined me 😭

username, whose music is better louis or harrys?

yourinstagram, uhhh 1D?

username, walls is gonna be iconic watch this space

2021,

SEPTEMBER.

liked by lottietomlinson, niallhoran and 709,315 others.

yourinstagram, The Away From Home Festival 💞

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username, gorgeous!

annetwist, so pretty darling

yourinstagram, ❤️

username, im there aswell

username, isn’t harry starting tour tomorrow ?

username, yeah he is, guess she’s not going 🤷‍♀️

username, maybe they’ve divorced?

yourinstagram, hi! im flying out directly after this to go and support him just in time for his first show tomorrow, me and h are happier than ever so please stop trying to get involved in our personal lives x

username, that outfit is so pretty, so casual but so chic

username, she looks more and more like lottie everyday

username, is it just me or does it look like she has a bump?

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yourinstagram, it really is love on tour ❤️

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username, power couple

gemmastyles, iconic 👌

username, best night of my life

username, can someone look at me the way harry looks at (y/n)??

username, my show!

username, she defo has a baby bump

username, don’t just assume things

username, your so gorgeous!

lottietomlinson, my beauty of a sister 💗

yourinstagram, have you seen yourself?

DECEMBER.

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yourinstagram and harrystyles, the best christmas present we could have ever asked for.

felix robin styles.

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2022,

JUNE.

liked by harrystyles, lottietomlinson and 932,164 others.

yourinstagram, London night one. ❤️

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username, so gorgeous.

username, it’s going to be such a good night !!

gemmastyles, that dress is everything 😮‍💨

yourinstagram, girl have you seen your dress? it’s beautiful !

username, love love love

username, it’s going to a night that goes down in history

thephoebetomlinson, can’t deal!

yourinstagram, mwah 💞

(Y/N) VIA INSTAGRAM STORIES !!

AUGUST.

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yourinstagram, when felix met lucky 💙

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username, the second generation of tomlinsons are all boys 🥹

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username, cousins

username, felix is so big now wow

mrlewisburton, 💙

yourinstagram, he’s adorable x

username, i can’t believe that lotties had a baby 🥲

username, this is too much for my heart

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louist91, I’m so excited to finally tell you that my new album Faith In The Future is out 11th November. After living with this album for a while I can’t wait for you all to hear it. Thank you for allowing me to make the music I want to make.

Link in bio to pre-order.

#FaithInTheFuture

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username, ahhhh

username, hold up - 🖐️

harrystyles, happy for you mate.

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username, im having heart palpitations as im typing this

username, screaming crying throwing up

yourinstagram, proud of you lou ❤️

liked by louist91

username, love there relationship so much 🥹

2023,

FEBRUARY.

liked by annetwist, zayn and 1,326,317 others.

yourinstagram, hands up if your husbands a three times grammy winner 🙌 words can’t explain how proud of him me and bubba are 💞

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username, im crying

username, i don’t know anyone more deserving

lottietomlinson, ❤️❤️

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username, SCREAMING

username, why can’t he look at me like that??

username, because your not (y/n) 🤷‍♀️

username, fairs

JULY.

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harrystyles, Love On Tour. Reggio Emilia. July, 2023.

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username, it’s really over

username, he’ll be back soon hopefully 🙏

thephoebetomlinson, such a good night ❤️

username, was the whole family there??

username, yeah they were !

username, don’t cry because it’s over cry because it happened

username, best night of my life

yourinstagram, so immensely proud ❤️

harrystyles, ❤️

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yourinstagram, lying on the beach as the sun blew out 🌊🏝️

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username, your so effortlessly gorgeous

username, felix is so big now like wasn’t he just born yesterday??

yourinstagram, it’s going far too quick !!

username, whose that handsome man?

username, just show us his face ffs

harrystyles, who lays on a sunbed like that?

yourinstagram, honestly he’s such a weirdo 🙄

NOVEMBER.

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yourinstagram, a night ill never forget. 💫

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username, can’t believe how far he’s come 🥹

username, im emotional

username, was harry there?

username, this post is about louis not harry

annetwist, 💙

username, my pookie sold out the 02

2024,

JANUARY.

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yourinstagram, when felix met olive 🫒 so immensely proud of you phee, your already the best mama ever 💗

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username, the best duo

username, the first girl of the generation

username, how is Phoebe a mum like tf?

thephoebetomlinson, 💙🩷

yourinstagram, 🥹

FEBRUARY.

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yourinstagram, when felix met his new forever bestie 🩷🩵

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username, can’t believe our gems a mum

username, cousins 🥹

the.daisytomlinson, babies 💞

username, your turn next

username, now fucking way

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bethanydelleman · 2 days

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Something about this whole Lydia thing confuses me a little .

Why did Darcy act alone ? Why didn't he inform Mr Gardiner of his involvement since the start not after the situation is settled ?

When he asked Lydia to leave Wickham, why did he expect her family to receive her when the whole town knew ?

I kept reading posts about how noble Darcy is for asking her to leave him. But honestly just because he does not care about reputation does not nobody else does. Heck, the whole family would suffer from social isolation, he is basically ruining what's left of the girls's chances of marrying well. He is not destroying just his own chances of marrying Lizzie, but with almost any gentleman she would ever come across. What was he thinking ?

At least, while married to Wickham, she has her reputation restored and she can go to balls and parties, if she leaves him she would be banished somewhere far away and for the extroverted loud Lydia, this is HELL.

And if he wanted simply to recover her, shouldn't he bring a relative alone so they would help convince her, surely that would help.

Honestly, the only sensible thing Lydia had done is refusing to leave him.

Darcy acted alone because he didn't trust Mr. Bennet to be a responsible adult so he waited until Mr. Bennet had returned home before approaching Mr. Gardiner:

But Mr. Gardiner could not be seen; and Mr. Darcy found, on further inquiry, that your father was still with him, but would quit town the next morning. He did not judge your father to be a person whom he could so properly consult as your uncle, and therefore readily postponed seeing him till after the departure of the former.

which, good judgment there, Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bennet sucks.

As for the other thing, Darcy doesn't know what is going on in Meryton, he doesn't know that Mrs. Bennet is stupid enough to scream their bad news all over town. This whole affair could have been hushed up if Mrs. Bennet had half a brain cell. Lydia has family in London, they could have easily pretended that Lydia went to visit them.

Either way, I think in Darcy's mind, being married to Wickham is the absolute worst outcome for any woman. He hates Wickham and he knows all of Wickham's faults. To him, a sixteen year old being stuck with that sad excuse for a human being, forever, is worse than death or a cottage. Lydia didn't agree, but I don't think she's smart for that decision, she's short-sighted. And I'm pretty sure at this point that Darcy would marry Elizabeth either way, he'd probably prefer to not have Wickham as a permanent brother in law.

As for Lydia and the family's reputation, there must have been options or else Darcy wouldn't have given leaving as a choice to Lydia. He is very rich and very well regarded and everyone in Meryton now knows that Wickham is awful. So Darcy says she was kidnapped and is completely innocent and he saved her. Fortunately for the Bennet family, they never go to London, so this gossip will not spread far either way. No one knows who they are. Darcy marrying Elizabeth will give the Bennets the same reputation boost that it did in the original timeline. Lydia may need to lay low for a while, but having two very rich brother in laws can only help her marriage prospects down the line.

As for bringing a relative, I assume Darcy would have done that too if he thought it would help. As we know, it wouldn't have.

#question response #pride & prejudice #jane austen #mr. darcy #lydia bennet

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YOU WOKE UP TO THE SOUND OF SCREAMING. The sheer decibels were enough to break into your reverie and jolt you awake; enough for goosebumps to roll over your skin like cream. For a few seconds, you remained still, blinking away the bleariness in your eyes as you tried to make sense of the situation. Instinctively, you pushed yourself onto one of your elbows to examine the room around you, but confusion quickly flitted across your features when you realized the screams weren't coming from the inside of your home.

"It's the neighbor's daughter." Your father's voice slid into your thoughts suddenly. His voice was soft, as though you might shatter if he spoke too loud as he stood by the doorframe; holding a familiar dress that made you belatedly realize why he was being too gentle. Today was reaping day.

And reaping days called for certain demeanors.

"Oh." Was everything you managed to say.

Suddenly, you understood why the neighbor's daughter must've been screaming; why she must've been scared. She'd just turned twelve last week, the starting age for participating in the mandatory reaping for the annual Hunger Games. Where you were either killed or forced to for the sake of the Capitol's entertainment. It was inessential; the cruelest of punishment, but — somehow, it was the most merciful one the Capitol could have ever come up with.

And that thought alone scared you the most.

You tried not to dwell much on the matter as your father draped the dress over a chair and walked back into the kitchen without another word, but it was almost futile. Days like these called for melancholy; and melancholy called for buried ghosts; especially when they tethered back to your past.

You exhaled audibly as tried to shift your mind elsewhere — anywhere, just not to your sister. But it was inevitable, especially when she'd been taken from you on this exact day; five years ago. When she'd been killed on live television for everyone else's entertainment, but your own. When her heart had been pierced by a trident and her body was left moribund for the whole Capitol to feed on.

And her killer had been crowded Victor.

Your father never recovered from it.

Every year, he dreaded the upcoming of this day with visible pain. In fear, you might just get called upstage too, even if this was your last year at the reaping. But you couldn't exactly blame him for it, not when you were the only thing he'd left in this putrid world. So, you understood. You cleaned away the tears that streaked his face at night, prayed along with him, and took him in your arms when the nightmarish memories of your sister plagued his head at night.

And today was no different; you accompanied his silence with your own; because there was no cure for the malady in his heart.

Because you understood.

Gathering some courage, you climbed out of bed obligingly and made your way to the bathroom. The reaping was to start at two in the afternoon, so you made sure to jump in the shower as quickly as you possibly could; washing your skin, conditioning your hair, and even scrubbing your nails clean. It was easy — manageable, until it was time to dress.

With a towel wrapped around you, you stepped out of the bathroom only to falter at the sight of the dress draped over the chair in your bedroom. You'd seen it before, it was not stranger to your eyes, but you'd never once worn it. The piece of clothing, although it was just fabric, had once belonged to your sister; a green dress with beautiful flower prints. It'd been a gift to your sister from your father when she'd turned sixteen years old. A small present bought with his hard work; a small reminder of his love for her.

But now, it was a cruel reminder of what you'd lost.

With gritted teeth, you fell back a step, suddenly deciding to retrace your steps to the bathroom. Not wanting to remember, you decided to fix your hair instead and shut the door behind you.

Deciding your ghosts could wait a little longer.

The weather was hot and humid.

You don't remember a day being as insufferable as it was that afternoon. After a few hours of dolling up and breaking down, you eventually walked along the cobbled streets of District Four holding your father's hand. Almost everyone in the district was already circling the square for the Reaping when you arrived. You knew the procedure by memory, so when you came to a standstill, you gave your father's hand a last squeeze before letting it go and making your way to the girls your age.

A video played through the enormous screen in the square after a few minutes when everyone gathered. A film of how the Hunger Games started and what purpose they served for the country, but — frankly, you weren't paying much attention. Subconsciously, you allowed your eyes to wander off to the stage; where the victors from previous games stood. But your eyes were glued to someone in particular; a familiar blonde with bronze skin and green eyes.

Finnick Odair.

He was staring at the screen, watching the film that was being played with a nonchalant expression on his face; one that made your blood boil. You remember it all too well: his games, his strategies, and his kills. You remember staring back at the screen, watching with blood-shut eyes how he threw his trident at your sister; the way in which it pierced her skin.

The way in which your father screamed.

District four's escort eventually made her way to the stage and you snapped out your thoughts at once. You didn't bother to remember her name, why should you? Her speech was fatal and, at some point, you were almost certain your eyes were momentarily dazzled by her attire. Bright pink dress and bright yellow wig.

At some point, you'd to avert your gaze to avoid a headache.

"And now, for the female tribute..." She trailed off, digging her manicured fingers into the bowl with all the pieces of paper; with all the names of the women in the district. Strangely, a shiver kissed down your spine when you watched her pull a paper out; it was the same feeling that'd crashed down over your head when Eloise'd name was called five years ago. Daunting and terrifying; a flailing hopelessness in the pit of your stomach that made you falter. It was then; in that moment, when you realized what was about to happen.

"(Y/N) (L/N)!"

The air rushed out of your lungs instantly, and you heard your father screaming from somewhere in the back of the crowd. You felt his eyes on you, but you didn't deign to turn around and meet his gaze — you couldn't, the sight would be too painful. So, you inhaled sharply and made your way to the stage without a word; feeling like the world had suddenly played a cruel joke on you.

"Come on up, sweetheart!" The escort beckoned you upstage, and you followed her instructions; climbing up the stairs with evident skepticism. Until she wrapped an arm around your shaky shoulders and pulled you to her side without a warning. "Gosh, you're a doll!"

You chewed on the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from pulling away — from throwing her a heated glare and running away. You were too smart to consider either of those options, but the temptation was there. No, you thought to yourself, keep it together, just like Eloise once did.

"Now, for the male tribute..." She trailed off again, but your mind was far too preoccupied; mulling over the matter to even register her words. For a moment, everything was silent inside your head as you stared ahead into the crowd; hopelessly. Until a familiar frame stumbled your line of vision, the neighbor's daughter was looking back at you from the back of the crowd. With the kind of emotion only one shows when you don't know what to feel.

And you couldn't help but recall that morning when she'd woken you up by screaming because she thought she was going to be reaped. Now, you wanted to be the one screaming; because of how the tables had turned.

"Jacob Fischer!"

For a moment, you were relieved to learn you didn't know his name. You were relieved to know there was nothing remarkably familiar about him as he made his way upstage. When you finally looked up to meet his face; you realized he looked your age, maybe a little younger. And that made you feel even sicker.

"Come on, shake hands."

With evident hesitation, you stretched your hand out for him to shake. His hands were trembling. Yours were sweating.

This was only the start of the ending.

"You must win."

"Dad — " You started, but your father's grip desperately tightened around your hands. You were inside District Four's Justice Building, where you were expected to bid your goodbyes to your family. But things were easier said than done, and you quickly found yourself feeling like you were standing on the precipice of a clifftop, looking down — waiting to fall.

Had this been how Eloise felt?

When she'd said farewell to you?

"No, (Y/N), you can do it," He interjected, voice strained as his watery eyes searched for yours. "You must, honey. He can train you, he's good."

You shook your head.

After watching Finnick's games on live television, your father gathered the idea that the only sure way of winning the games was through him. Through his skills and way of thinking. But you detested that idea alone, how could you ever possibly follow the man who killed your sister?

"No, dad — "

"— Please, I — I don't think I'll survive if you don't, "A strangled sob slipped out his mouth and you were almost certain the world was on the brink of ending. "Not this time, (Y/N). I won't survive. I'm not strong,"

You love your father so much that you couldn't bring yourself to shake your head again; to shatter his hopes. So, you found yourself debating over your next movement. Fall off the precipice? Or not fall at all? Give Finnick the benefit of the doubt? Or not?

So, you nodded, despite knowing better. "Okay." You eventually acceded. "I promise."

And although you both knew promises were made to be broken, you sealed this one with an embrace. You hugged your father like your life depended on it. You decided not to fall. "I love you, Dad," You whispered against his skin, tightening your arms around him.

"I love you too." He breathed out. "Always."

And then he was beckoned out of the room by a peacekeeper, tears still streaking his face as he walked out the door. For a moment, silence ensued in the room and the hammering of your heart was the only thing that kept you from losing your senses.

But then, the door unexpectedly parted and you froze on your spot as a familiar frame stumbled into the room. A girl with innocent brown eyes, dressed in the prettiest shade of blue you'd ever seen before — simply looking back at you.

The neighbor's daughter, Lily Jones.

"Hi." She whispered, after a few bouts of silence.

"Ern — hi," You breathed out, unsure of what to even respond. To say you were surprised to see her standing there was an understatement and your expression was quite telling. "I wasn't expecting you..."

"I know," she answered sheepishly. "I wanted to come see you. My father is waiting outside. He said we don't have much time. I— I hope you don't mind."

You shook your head, offering her a faint smile. "How could I?" You chuckled slightly, appreciating the gesture. After all, this could be the last time you ever saw each other.

"I — " she started, but her words quickly froze on the tip of her tongue. Without a warning, she clung to your legs, arms tight around you — as if she was almost afraid of losing an old friend. "I don't want you to die like Eloise did. Please, win the games!"

For a moment, you felt the weight of a life burning up behind you. It took everything in you not to fall apart; not to burst into tears and allow the pain to wedge open in your chest again. "I — " You started, but the knot in your throat was hard to swallow.

"Here," Lily sniffed, before fishing for something inside her pockets. "It'll help you win the games."

It was a pendant; the most beautiful kind of jewelry you'd ever seen before. A shell was engraved on it and you brushed the pad of your fingers against it; smiling softly. It was a dainty reminder of home. "Oh, Lily," You murmured as you pressed the pendant against your chest. "Thank you for this."

Lily opened her mouth to answer, but the words clogged in her throat when her father and a peacekeeper stepped inside the room. Before you knew it, she was being dragged out the door and you couldn't do anything, but watch with sad eyes.

"Please, (Y/N)! You must win!" She sobbed.

And then, the door was shut again.

And you were left alone.

It was then, when you decided to glance at the mirror in the room, clouded with dust and insecurity. You saw yourself for the first time, a girl whose complexion dimmed in the lack of light in the room. A girl whose self-deprecation marred her face, whose shadows adorned her eyes, and whose tears chapped her skin.

This was not the face of a Victor, you thought.

After bidding your farewells, Aurora Miller (as you later learned) eventually rushed you onto the train. To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement; you'd never been engulfed in such luxuries before — from exaggerated quantities of food to expensive furniture. And the mere sight of everything inside the train was enough to send you reeling. You supposed being transported to your imminent death had its advantages after all.

Not wanting to interact with anyone, you didn't waste time in retreating to your room. Like everything else, your room was ten times nicer than anywhere you'd ever stayed before; and it irked you a little. For a few hours, you sat on the edge of your bed, looking down at the pendant in your hand. Thinking back to home; thinking of the life you'd left behind.

Subconsciously, you thought back to how life used to be when Eloise was still alive. You remembered her warm hugs, her silly anecdotes, and her way of fixing everything. But, more specifically, you remembered how happy you used to be when she was around, which was nothing but a daydream now. A memory at the risk of diminishing in the recesses of your mind.

The thought alone was enough to bring tears to your eyes. Angrily, you wiped them with the back of your hand because there was no use in crying; there was no use in bringing up your ghosts now. So, you decided to shift your attention elsewhere; you decided to clasp the necklace around your neck instead, but the task was a lot harder than you initially thought with shaky hands. And, somewhere stuck with the task, you missed the knock on your door — the door being opened.

"Seems like you could use a hand."

Finnick's voice was enough to make you falter. He was leaning against the doorframe, naturally wearing a white button-down that was, ironically, unbuttoned. Leaving his bare chest to the imagination. But, that's not what bothered you the most — no, it was how he stared at you. Intrigued, almost captivated; as if he'd met you before.

"Let me help you, sweetheart."

You didn't have time to protest, before you knew it, he was inside your room; standing just a few inches behind you like you'd known each other forever. His touch was soft as he pushed your hair to the side and settled the cool chain around your neck, but your skin burned. As if his touch had suddenly been an open flame and you'd been terribly hurt.

"I was doing just fine." You tried to argue, standing completely still as his chuckle filled the silence in the room. For a moment, you found yourself clenching your jaw in visible annoyance.

"Sure, you almost had it, honey," He chuckled to himself before clasping the necklace around your neck. "There," He said, falling back a step to look at his finished work. "It's quite beautiful."

It was, indeed.

The shell hung beautifully around your neck, settling against your skin like a gem. Instinctively, you brushed your fingers against the pendant, thinking back to Lily. "Thank you." You whispered, finally deciding to look up. Up close, you could see the green hue in his irises, the faint freckles across his skin, and the charming smile that curved his lips.

"Staring is rude."

"So is walking into my room."

His eyebrows jumped. "In my defense, I knocked first." He defended his case and, for a moment, your lips itched in fleeting amusement. Until his head tilted to the side in evident curiosity. "I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name. What was it again?"

For a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity, you stood there in silence — staring at him, as realization flitted across your face. He doesn't even know who I am, you thought to yourself, he doesn't even remember who she was.

"(Y/N) (Y/LN)." You eventually replied.

"(Y/N) (Y/LN)," he repeated, tasting the syllabus in his tongue. As if he'd never once rolled that name out his mouth before. "You have a beautiful name."

You didn't bother to answer.

"Well, dinner is ready, in case you want to join us," Finnick smiled, if he'd noticed the shift in your behavior, you could not tell. "I do hope you do, they're serving caviar and whatnot."

It was at that moment, as he walked out the room, that you decided there was no benefit of the doubt. No remorse whatsoever. No nothing. At that moment, you decided — you hated Finnick Odair.

Midnight Rain’s first chapter is finally out! You have no idea how excited I am about this story in particular. I promise, it’s for the tortured poets department. Please comment down below what your thoughts are, I love reading theeeeem! t keeps me motivated and active on this platform. With love, Ana.

#finnick odair #fanfic #finnick odair imagine #finnick x y/n #finnick odair drabble #finnick odair x reader #finnick fanfic #hunger games finnick #enemies to lovers

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thefallennightmare · 19 hours

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I saw a tiktok where dad was talking to his daughter about how she needs to apologize to her mom and being 'you realize that's my wife right?' AND I LOVE THAT. Cause like part of me is scared that having kids is going to ruin my relationship. But, I just feel like this attitude is so Noah coded, how about a hc?🫶🏻

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"God, mom! You're so annoying! Can't you just empty the dishwasher yourself?!"

Noah's head snapped up from the book he was reading and stared directly at your thirteen-year-old daughter who was lounging on the other end of the couch.

You felt the anger fester in your stomach but tried not to explode because raising your voice would only make things worse.

Teenagers.

Your daughter had turned thirteen last week and it was as if a switch was flipped in her brain. She talked back and questioned why she needed to do chores.

"I asked you to do it, Y/D/N," you replied calmly while stretching your arms on the kitchen counter. "You know this is one of the only three chores you have."

Your daughter ignored you, typing away on her cell phone, and Noah's eyes snapped up to yours.

"It's fine," you mouthed to him.

He ran a hand through his graying hair and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"Y/D/N, your mom asked you to do something," his deep voice was surprisingly calm.

Noah always had been the fun parent while you were the one to be more strict. But when it came to things like this, Noah was the one to deal with it.

"And I asked if she could do it instead?" Your daughter shrugged, not looking away from her phone. "It's not like she did much tonight. Just worked on the computer."

You dropped the pan you were washing from dinner into the sink and let out a staggered breath.

"Oh shit," your sixteen-year-old son, who was sitting at the kitchen table working on homework, shut his textbook.

"Language," Noah directed to your son before directing his attention back to your daughter. "That's my wife you're talking about. The woman I love. You've been treating her more like a friend than the person who birthed and raised you. She gave up a lot when she had you and your brother."

Your daughter refused to put her phone down so Noah gently took it from her, earning a loud protest.

"You can have your phone back when the dishwasher is emptied, the laundry is folded and put away, and you take Malice out for a walk," he said, still eerily calm.

"But walking Malice is Y/S/N chore!!" She yelled.

Noah shrugged. "You didn't listen to your mom the first time she asked you to do something. I could make you clean up your brother's room if you feel like fighting me some more."

Immediately, your daughter rose from the couch and ran over to you, wrapping her arms around you. "I'm sorry, mom. I'll do whatever you ask me to. Just don't make me clean Y/S/N's room."

You ruffled her hair. "I would never."

Noah came up and left a kiss on your lips to which you muttered against them. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, angel," he mused with a wink.

#tina talks #bad omens #noah sebastian #thefallennightmare #bad omens headcannons #noah sebastian headcannons

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everythingwasalreadypicked · 20 hours

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Cw: mentioned attempted execution, unhealthy relationships, branding and mentioned someone's arm getting cut off

Jason Grace is fifteen when he didn’t mean to join Saturn.

Well, Kronos too, apparently. Because Octavian was right, have always been right about the Greeks' existence and Jason have been lied to for months.

Jason Grace is fifteen, dating Saturn's general of all people and didn’t mean to betray his camp.

It was an accident, a photo that was not supposed to be found.

Everything from being called to the Principia and his arrest to almost getting executed and finding himself on Othrys has been a blur.

He doesn't remember shooting lightning at his preator like Alabaster have said he did.

He doesn't remember ever agreeing to swear fealty to Saturn.

Jason Grace is fifteen, with twelve lines of service and the symbol of the camp and father he let down on his arm, and a newly burnt scythe covering his back.

Funny, he thinks, as he sobs and writhes on the floor of Saturn's throne room while the son of Hecate murmurs sweet nothings with victory on his tongue.

His other brand never hurt this much.

Saturn's demigods greet him with barely hidden apprehension and hands on their weapons when his boyfriend sweeps him from wing to wing, showing off Jason to everyone they come across.

The black walls are ever shifting like a maze, closing on its residents, air filled with plant participles and glittering monster dust, threatening to choke out everyone daring to go against the Titan.

"Does it hurt?" Alabaster hums on the first day after Jason fully decorates his room near the general's.

He can only nod, leaning into the hand slathering nectar onto his back. It's warm, far far too warm and yet freezing cold at the same time.

"It's okay," His boyfriend wraps himself around Jason, pulling him into a hug and throwing them onto the bed, "I got you."

He already feels suffocated.

"I pity you," Ethan Nakamura says once, "I wouldn't wish having Alabaster's full attention on my worst enemy."

"Why?" Jason asks, the hamburger with the strangely red and sunny meat forgotten.

"Because," the lieutenant moves to greet his witch friend across the cafeteria, always so matter of fact, "I know him better than you'll ever do."

Jason doesn't think Ethan likes him very much. The feeling is mutual.

Though, at least he can trust him to be the perhaps only one in this damn palace to not follow Saturn's orders blindly.

Jason is fifteen when he learns of Perseus Jackson's existence and Satu–Kronos's plans for the other boy's 16th.

It will not matter if his old camp sieges Othrys and topples the throne, not when Saturn's forces will be attacking the defenseless Olympus.

The loyal soldier inside himself screams, begging him to do his duty and protect his gods, be their weapon. He needs to warn someone.

Reyna would understand. They have been friends. Once. Hopefully will be again after all of this is over.

Ironically, it was Alabaster who had taught him about Iris messages. The messenger of the gods and their children, he have explained with his tell-tale melodic tongue, we use her sister, Arke, the banished one.

Jason is no traitor. He has no need for the Titans's messenger.

Ethan catches him before Jason can even explain himself properly to Reyna. In hindsight, he should count himself lucky that Ethan loves Alabaster too much to snitch on Jason to Kronos.

That doesn't stop him from telling Alabaster. Jason would rather face the Titans's wrath than face the fury of his now ex-boyfriend's and the betrayal in his eyes.

Jason Grace is fifteen, with a scythe branded on his back.

There are no lines of service, gone with the half of his right arm.

Thalia Grace is eternally a day shy from sixteen when she sees her baby brother again for the first time in years.

Just across the battlefield, shooting white hot lightning at campers with the rage of a constantly prodded and provoked animal, a strophalos necklace hanging off his throat like a collar.

Ta Jason au (art art dialogue ficlet phoenix's-ficlets)

#pjo #alabaster torrington #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #kronos pjo #jason grace #ta jason au #jason grace angst #torringrace #pjo au #percy jackon and the olympians #my writing #I wrote this in the middle of studying for my literature exam so quality is probably not one of my best #+ tried out a tense I've never tried before #ta jason au? more like jason suffering and torringrace's unhealtiness ramped up to 11 #titan army #thalia grace

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spilt-ash · 1 day

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A little less sixteen candles, A more "touch me" really makes me want to write 15 year old Chuuya & Dazai

"I don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it"

"she said, she said why don't you just drop dead"

Chuuya would love fall out boy

I do have a whole chuuya playlist

#skk #soukoku #chuuya bsd #dazai bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #headcanons #Spotify

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Titans Win AU; Intro Profiles - Hunters of Artemis

*this au takes place around Sea of Monsters

Zoë Nightshade (She/Her) Zoë is nymph, the daughter of Atlas and Pleione. Physically, she appears around fourteen but is chronologically over two thousand years old. Her exact location is unknown, though she is safe and with her hunters.

Zalea Walker (She/Her) Zalea is a daughter of Poseidon, she was born before the oath, putting her chronologically four hundred three years old, however, having joined the hunt when she was fourteen years old, that is her physical and biological age. Following the oath, Artemis turned Zalea into a wolf to keep her safe from Zeus' wrath but returned her to her human form following Kronos' returned. Her exact location is unknown, though she is safe and with the hunters.

Naya Walker (She/Her) Naya is a daughter of Poseidon, she was born before the oath, making her chronological age four hundred one years old, however, she joined the hunt at twelve years old so that is her physical and biological age. Following the oath, Zeus attempted to strike her down but she was saved by Amphitrite who turned her into a dolphin and returned her to her human form following Kronos' return. Her exact location is unknown, though she is safe and with the hunters.

Mae Davis (She/Her) Mae is a daughter of Hecate, she's chronologically a hundred ten, but is physically only eleven. Though her exact location unknown, she is safe with the hunters.

Iphigenia ‘Geni’ Siatas (She/Her) Iphigenia is a legacy of Thetis and a descendant of Achilles. She appears fifteen, though is over eight hundred years old chronologically. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Phoebe Matthews (She/Her) Phoebe is a daughter of Zephyros. Physically, she's twelve years old, but chronologically she's one hundred twenty-eight. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Naomi Collier (She/Her) Naomi is a daughter of Acheron, the nymph of the chthonic river, and although she only looks fourteen, chronologically she's one hundred forty-five years old. While her exact location is unknown, she is safe with the hunters.

Celyn Meza (She/Her) Celyn is a daughter of Oceanus, she's chronologically five hundred seventy-three, but appears twelve. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Mary Rosario (She/They) Mary is a mortal, she appears twelve, but chronologically is in her twenties. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Corey Escobar (She/He) Corey is a child of Metis, her physical age is sixteen, but her chronological age is unknown. His exact location is unknown, but he is safe with the hunters.

Laverne Hatfield (She/Her) Laverne is a mortal, she is twelve years old physically but ninety-two chronologically. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Tairi Sakagami (They/Them) Tairi is a child of Hypnos, they're chronologically one hundred seven and thirteen physically. Their exact location is unknown, but they're safe with the hunters.

May Adams (She/Her) May is a daughter of Sinope, she is physically twelve but chronologically around six hundred eight. Her exact location is unknown, but she's safe with the hunters.

Evangeline ‘Eva’ of Delphi (She/Her) Eva is a daughter of the primordial god Chronos, appearing as a twelve year old, but she is over two thousand five hundred chronologically. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Willow Remmel (She/Her) Willow is a weeping cherry dryad, her age is unknown. Her current location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Nutra Saenubon (They/Them) Nutra is a child of Themis, physically they appear as a fifteen year old, but chronologically they are one hundred twenty. Their exact location is unknown, but they are safe and with the hunters.

Iliana Bouras (She/Her) Iliana is a daughter of Apollo, she appears as a seventeen year old but is around twenty chronologically. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Aviva ‘Av’ Moretti (She/Her) Av is a daughter of Persephone, she joined the hunters recently and is only twelve both physically and chronologically. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

Primrose ‘Prim’ Wright (She/Her) Prim is a daughter of Demeter, she's sixteen physically but nineteen chronologically. Her exact location is unknown, but she is safe with the hunters.

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