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xetswan · 3 days

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The Hunger Games: Protector; Chapter One, The Reaping

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"No! No!!!" A scream emitted in the air, startling me awake. I jumped up but Katniss was already comforting her little sister, Primrose.

"Shh, shh." The older one hugs the girl, stroking her hair. "It's okay, it's okay. You were just dreaming, you were dreaming." She tells her, the blonde begins to sob. I go over to them, joining in comforting her.

"It was me." She cries. Prim has been having these nightmares ever since she turned 12.

Meaning she was now a part of the reaping. Something I never understood could be a thing but of course, it is.

"I know, I know. But it's not. It's your first year Prim, your name's only been in there once. They're not going to pick you. Try to go back to sleep." Katniss tells her, even though she doesn't know that it's kind of true, being picked in your first year is rare. "I can't." She looks up at me frowning.

I kiss her forehead. "Just try, flower." I whispered before glancing over to the brunette who sighs as I lay her back down. Both of us sat in the bed with her.

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow," Katniss begins to sing, Prim joins in as I just listen. "A bed of grass, a soft green pillow."

"You remember that song. Okay, you finish it. We gotta go." Katniss kisses her temple just as I had done before her. "Where?" Her voice stops us. "We just have to go, flower." I smile softly. "But we'll be back, I love you."

We grab our jackets, Buttercup hisses at the girl beside me. "I'll still cook you." She threatens the cat. I open the door, trying not to chuckle at her hatred for the poor kitty.

"I will never understand your two's bond." I shake my head, speaking on the quieter side as the village is a little less noisy today. "It's not difficult to understand."

We glance around before going under the District boundary. An electric fence that's barely ever on due to not having much electricity in 12.

Getting deeper into the woods, having to fetch our hunting gear we have to leave out here. Katniss uses a bow and lately she's been teaching me how to use it. I'm better with the traps. Always have been. And with fishing if we ever go to the water it's easy to use an arrow as a spear.

Close contact hunting has always been a specialty of mine compared to a bow and arrow. She gives me the bow and I give her a look, trying to hand it back to her. She stops me with a low smirk on her lips.

"You need the practice, [Name]." Folding her arms, I let out a sigh, snatching the arrows from the ground as she scoffs out a snicker.

This is where we grow quieter than mice. Our footsteps barely crunching below us. Pointing when we hear the slightest noise. After some time we finally spotted a doe. I look over to her and she nods her head doing a motion to use the bow.

I aligned the arrow into the correct position, taking in a deep breath as I pulled it back. Using one eye to track the deer. It was unexpecting, I almost felt bad for wanting to kill her. I ready the shot.

"What are you two gonna do with that when you kill it?" A voice speaks, spooking the doe causing it to run away. Both Katniss and I goran. "Damn you, Gale!" Katniss calls out angrily. He chuckles at us.

"It's not funny." I point at him. "What're you two going to do with a 100 pound deer? It's Reaping Day, the place is crawling with Peacekeepers." He questions our antics.

"We were gonna sell it to some Peacekeepers." Katniss tells him. "Of course you were." He rolls his eyes. I put the bow and arrow into one hand, following beside the two. "Like you don't sell to Peacekeepers." I argue with him. "No! Not today."

"It was the first deer I've seen in a year. [Name] could've gotten it. Now we have nothing." She complains to the taller boy. "Okay." He picks up a rock, throwing it. Scaring off some birds and Katniss hurries me. I pull the bow and arrow out. Shooting one. The two cheer for me since I'm usually horrible at this.

Suddenly a plane flies above us, I grab onto my cousin pushing her to the ground. Gale in front of us.

Once it's out of view we get up, dusting ourselves off.

We went to find the bird I shot, then afterwards we sat on a large rock.

"What if they did? Just one year, what if everyone just stopped watching?" Gale asks us. I play with the grass as we talk. "They won't, Gale." Katniss disagrees.

"What if they did? What if we did?" He glances at me and I shake my head. "It won't happen." My little cousin speaks up once again.

"You root for your favorite, you cry when they get killed. It's sick." He rambles, something we know but understand why he vents about.

The games are sick but have been going for 74 years it's not going to just disappear. "Gale." Katniss and I say at the same time. "If no one watches, then they don't have a game. It's as simple as that." He gestures. Us two hold our amusement.

"What?" He questions us.

"Nothing." "Huh?" We replied to him. "Fine, laugh at me." He huffs out. "We're not laughing at you." She defends us but I shrug my shoulders.

"I kind of was." I chuckle, Gale playfully shoves my arm. "We could do it, you know? Take off. Live in the woods. It's what we do anyway." He grows serious, my face falls. "They'd catch us." Katniss says.

"Maybe not." He argues. "Cut out our tongues or worse. We wouldn't make it five miles."

"No, I'd get five miles. I'd go that way." He points off into the distance. "[Name] and I have Prim and Zay, you have your brothers." She reminds him, I think about putting the little ones in danger and my chest tightens. But the games, the chance of their names being read out loud…

"They can come too." Gale simply says. "Prim in the woods?" Katniss huffs, Gale and I laugh. "Maybe not." He hums.

"I'm never having kids." Katniss sighs, leaning backwards. "Same." I agree, staring up at the sky. "I might. If I didn't live here." Gale tells us.

"But you do live here." She prompts him. "I know but if I didn't. Oh, I forgot." He changes the subject, pulling out a piece of bread.

Splitting it in half for the both of us. "Oh my god! Is this real?" She asks excitedly. As I stare at it in disbelief, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

"You're fucking amazing." I told him. "It better be, Cost me a squirrel. Happy Hunger Games."

"And may the odds-" Katniss bites into her bread "Be ever in your favor." I finish for her, taking a bite into mine as well.

"How many times has your names been entered?" She then asks us. I don't like talking about how many times I had to put my name in for the family. Lying about it to my dad and Kat many times.

"Fifty one." I take another bite of the bread. "Forty two, guess the odds aren't exactly in our favor." He nudges me as I frown deeply.

The three of us go back to the village, Katniss and I separating as I go back home to help Clare with prim and Zayden. Kat going to the trade building.

I entered the house, not expecting my father but there he stood, he was in cleaner clothes than usual. As well as Clare, she was already dressed and cleaned up for the Reaping. Primrose along with Zayden came into the front room, pulling me into a hug.

"Let's get you two ready, hm?" I ask them with a toothy smile. Prim was filled with anxiety so all she responds with is a nod. Zayden being only five and not understanding what he was getting ready for he cheers to do so.

He's going to stand with dad due to being younger. I'm glad I won't have to stress over him for more years. Unfortunately I wouldn't be able to volunteer for him if he ever was picked during the draw.

The thought freaking me out I have to physically shake my head for it to go away.

I get the first bath started, Prim getting cleaned up first. Clare picked her dress out, also letting me know that I have one on my bed.

"Thank you, Aunt Clare." I hug her, she only nods forcing a smile before walking away. My father picked up Zayden who was playing with a wooden plane I had carved when I was 12 right before he was born. I had a feeling he was going to be a boy. I argued with my parents all the time.

They believed it was a girl, or that might've been to mess with me. But I knew in my heart I was going to have a little brother and I was right. My mom taught me how to do wood carvings.

Making little animals and objects, she would sell them sometimes, just to earn a little bit more money. Then after she passed it was something to take my mind off the world around me.

"You’re home early." I speak up, picking up the off-white dress my Aunt had given to me. It had tiny flowers around it. It was gorgeous. "We all got sent home early due to the Games." He tells me as he bounces Zay on his hip.

I nod my head, staring at my little brother who was so focused on "flying" his little plane. "You don't have to worry about washing him, he got a bath last night. Hasn't been out much since." He lets me know, playing Zayden back down, grabbing his clothes off the tall dresser.

"Just worry about yourself and little Prim." He says, kneeling down. "Thank you." I give him a small hug. Prim was already out of the bath and dressed. I brush out her hair and then send her off to Clare before I enter the bath next.

The water was cold, so I didn't bother to boil some water. Just wanting to get it over with. My heart quickly beating in my chest practically forced me to be quicker.

I hated bodies of water. I don't know why, I just always had some weird phobia about it. The unknown. What could happen even if it's for a split second. I hated everything about it.

Getting done fast, I dried myself off. Throwing my undergarments on before the dress. I use a towel to hurriedly dry my hair off. I put my hair into two tight dutch braids, a few strands out of place but I didn't care enough to fix it as the pain in my arms was too annoying to continue dealing with.

I walked out of the bathroom, Clare went into the room and fixed up the bath for Katniss. I go to Primrose, grinning at how beautiful she looked.

"Pretty flower, come here." I take her hand, spinning her around. "You look gorgeous, my flower." I kiss her nose making her giggle, throwing her arms around me. "Thank you, leaf." She lets out a long breath as she grips onto me. My nickname she gave me is because I started calling her flower, she thought it was dumb at first. So she gave me a "dumb" nickname too. I love it even though she didn't want me to.

I heard the front door open as Prim called out for her mom. But then hearing the door as well. "Aww. Look at you. You look beautiful. Better tuck in that tail, little duck." Katniss pulls her sister towards her, tucking in her shirt that poked out in the back.

"I laid something out for you, too." Clare speaks up to Kat. "Okay." She goes to the bathroom. Getting herself ready.

"Now you three look beautiful." Aunt Clare tells us. "Wish I looked like you." Prim tells her sister. "Aw, no. I wish I looked like you, little duck." Kat tells the little blonde who shyly smiles but the conversation was cut off by the whistle that blows. Time stamping that we need to get moving for the Reaping.

"Hey, you wanna see what I got you today? It's a Mockingjay pin. To protect you. And as long as you have it nothing bad will happen to you. Okay? I promise." Katniss pulls out a little gold pin, trying to calm down the girl.

Zayden gets a little antsy as well.

As we walk outside it's time for me to separate from my dad and Zayden. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest.

Like if I didn't grip it, it was going to explode but I took a deep breath in, instead. It was like this every year. This was my second to last year of The Reaping. It wasn't any easier though. I give my last hug to my little brother, giving him back to my dad.

"[Name]." He reaches his arms out still and I kiss his cheek. "I'll see you after, okay?" I tell him, trying to be hopeful.

My dad's eyes were saddened, he observed my every move before I had the courage to actually look at him. "I love you, dad." I hug him, his embrace lingers for a little longer than it should. When another whistle blows and I hear Prim begin to panic, I let him go.

"I love you too, We'll see you after." He nods his head and I do the same, heading over to my younger cousins.

"Shh, shh, Prim. It's okay. It's time to sign in now. Okay, they're gonna prick your finger to take just a little bit of blood." Katniss explains what is about to happen.

"You didn't say-" "I know. It doesn't hurt much. Just a little, right [Name]?" She looks up to me and I nod my head. "Go sit down there with the little kids. I'll find you after, okay?" She assures the youngest girl who nods her head. The Peacemaker calls out to the next girl.

Prim goes up. Katniss and I move into our lines.

Unfortunately having to be away from one another.

"Welcome! Welcome, welcome. Happy Hunger Games. And, may the odds be ever in your favor." Effie, the woman who has done this for years, her colorful get up almost being a mockery to the colorless aura of District 12. Her candy-like pink hair that's huge and puffy.

"Now, before we begin. We have a very special film. Brought to you all the way from the Capitol!" She grins, clapping her hands before showing off the screen to the right.

It's the same thing every year, I roll my eyes at the sight and the sound of President Snow's voice. "War. Terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This was the uprising that rocked our land. Thirteen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Brother turned on brother until nothing remained." I shifted in place, listening to this.

"And then came the peace, hard fought, sorely won. A people rose up from the ashes, and a new era was born. But freedom has a cost. And the traitors were defeated. We swore as a nation we would never know this treason again. And so it was decreed that each year, the various districts of Panem would offer up, in tribute, one young man and woman to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage, and sacrifice. The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future." The video finally ends, after what feels like an eternity.

"I just love that! Now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th Annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first." The colorful woman moves over to the large glass bowl of names, drawing the first piece of paper. Moving back to the microphone and opening the paper.

"Primrose Everdeen!" And the world stopped.

My heart dropped and I saw the back of Kat's head. She looked frozen in place. "Where are you dear? Come on up. Well, come on up!"

I see the blonde reluctantly moving towards the stage.

"Prim! Prim!" I hear Katniss but in quickness, not even realizing what I'm doing I grab her.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as Tribute!" I scream out loud, my voice breaking subtly. Primrose, comes to Katniss and I. They both grip onto me. "I believe we have a volunteer, Mr. Mayor." Effies says in shock, a smile on her face.

"You both need to get out of here. Get out of here!" I tell them. "No!" Prim cries.

"[Name], no, don't do this!" Katniss cries but is separated by the Peacekeepers that grab onto me. "Go find your mom and my dad. Zayden as well!" I ordered them.

"No!" Prim shouts again. "[Name]!" Katniss screams. "Go find them!" I demand. They both scream, no, trying to fight against the peacekeepers.

"I'm sorry!" I tell them. Clare grabs them as I'm ushered to the stage.

"A dramatic turn of events here in District 12. Yes, well, District 12's very first volunteer. Bring her up!" Effie holds a card in her hand as I stand next to her. I force the tears back down. Except one that had already escaped but I didn't wipe it. Standing there in shock. Wanting to throw up the bread I had eaten with Katniss and gale earlier in the day.

"Come on dear. What's your name?" Effie asks me, putting the mic near my face. "[Name] Everdeen." Yes, my mother gave me her last name instead of my father's. She didn't know they were going to end up together as they weren't serious when she fell pregnant.

"Well, I bet my hat those were your sisters, wasn't it?" She proudly states but I shake my head. "Cousins." I sound like I'm out of breath. "Ohh," She sings out. "Let's have a big hand for our very first volunteer, [Name] Everdeen." She claps enthusiastically, but the crowd was quiet, only doing the three finger salute. She awkwardly moves on.

"And now, for the boys."

She pulls a name and comes back to the mic. "Peeta Mellark." She reads out. I spotted the blonde boy from the crowd, recognizing him from when we were children.

When he attempted to convince his father to trade one of my carvings for bread. Getting himself in trouble for insisting, I left the carving of the bear there even though I wasn't given anything. He ended up throwing a slightly burnt loaf towards me in the rain. I was leaned up a tree weak with Katniss in my arms.

I heard how his mother had yelled at him for burning that bread. His gesture was never forgotten. It was a horrible time for my family. My mother had passed and Katniss and Prim's father passed. My father working extra hours in the mines. We weren't even scraping enough to get by.

Just making sure that Prim and Zayden had food and formula. Clare was stuck in place with her depression, going mute and not even taking care of herself.

The same blond boy who saved my family that day walked up onto the stage to enter the Hunger Games with me and I was devastated that it had to be him.

"Here we are, our tributes from District 12. Well come on, you two shake hands." She instructs us. We shake hands, both of our faces drained of color.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

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vewyscawywriting · 9 months

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Boundless Pleasure WIP (has been a wip for months lol)

Just the fact that you, a Summoner, were in Noxus right now was quite overwhelming. The sudden halt of the carriage made you fall forward, right on top of Thresh, who immediately looked down on you with one raised eyebrow. Well, fuck you sideways. "I'm so-" "Always so clumsy. I can't understand how someone can live like this, but this quite explains some actions on the Rift." he said with a sigh, not helping you up, but not pushing you off as well.

This is a reference to me flash hooking a minion last game-

I'm not saying I'm a clumsy player, but I'm a clumsy player.

#league of legends #lol #wip #thresh x reader #unbound thresh #x y/n #champion x summoner

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marvelsmylife · 28 days

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Best friends brother

Pairing: Liam Mairi x reader

Plot: you have a crush on your best friend's hot older brother.

A/n I'm still in denial about what happened to our precious boy

You’ve had a crush on your best friend's brother for as long as you can remember. He was so cute, and unlike other guys around that age, he wasn’t an asshole.

At first, you thought it was just a tiny crush you thought you would get over, but as years passed, your crush grew stronger. Always blushing when he said your name or even looked in your direction.

You were devastated with Sloane when Liam left for Basgiath. You wrote him letters every day. Telling him how much you loved and missed him. Of course, you never sent them. One, because they can’t receive mail their first year, and two, because you didn’t want him to know you had feelings for him.

So you had the letters hidden for months until it was time for you to enroll at Basgiath as well. You burned those letters before you and Sloane left your foster home and made your way to your new home for the next three years.

“We made it ! ! !” you told Sloane once you passed the parapet.

Both of you were shaking once you made it to the other side. Sloane grinned at you before looking over your shoulder. “What are you looking a-” you began to ask while looking over your shoulder and froze.

Liam was running towards you guys. It took you a few seconds to process what was going on before Liam pulled both you and Sloane into a hug. “Gods, I’m glad you two made it !” Liam pulled away and began to examine you and his sister, “I’m assuming you guys met vi.”.

You were going to ask him how he knew until he pointed to your hair. “Yes, we did,” Sloane replied before looping her arm with mine, “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere else to be,” and dragged you away before you had the chance to utter a word to Liam.

After being assigned to your squad and being startled by Varrish’s dragon, you and Sloane made your way to your rooms, which happened to be across from each other. You were thankful that your rooms were across from each other’s because you wouldn’t have to travel far to get to her room.

Once settled in, you ventured into the dining hall to get something to eat. Not knowing where to sit, you and Sloane sat at an empty table. You were so engrossed in your conversation that you didn't notice Imogene sitting beside you. " Can we help you?" Sloane asked.

"Your brother sent me," Imogene replied as she looked at you and Sloane and said, “He wants me to train you two. He's worried one, if not both of you will die during challenges, and just by looking at you two, I agree with him.” You wanted to be offended by her words, but she was right. You and Sloane didn't know how to fight because you weren't grouped with people who knew how to fight. Nodding along, Imogene continued, “I’ll train you two and anyone else who is having trouble.”

You were terrified at the thought of training with Imogene, but glancing over at Liam’s table, you noticed a reassuring smile on the blonde’s face. “Ok,” you sent Imogene a nervous smile before turning back to Sloane and began talking about something random to change the subject.

You immediately took up Imogene's offer to train after assessment day and began training with her any chance you got. To your surprise, you were becoming one of the best fighters from your year and caught the attention of Liam. He was impressed with how much you improved in such a small time frame.

His gaze was always on you as you skillfully took down opponents twice your size. What he appreciated the most was that you encouraged his sister to train on your days off. She wasn’t improving like Liam had hoped, and he wanted to force his sister to train but knew she wouldn’t listen to him. That’s why he pulled you aside and begged you to get Sloane to practice on her days off.

“Of course I’ll help,” you bit back a smile at Liam’s request, “I want her to succeed as well.”

By the time threshing came around, you were at the top of your year and helped Sloane improve with the extra training sessions on your time off. You also ended up bonding with a green daggertail named Artemis. You were relieved when you bonded with Artemis because you heard only ninety dragons decided to bond this year. Even though you were top of your year, you were still afraid a dragon wouldn’t select you.

After the roll-keeper recorded Artemis’ full name to confirm that you bonded, you spotted Liam walking over to you with a smirk plastered on his face. “How does it feel to be bonded to a dragon?” Liam asked.

“Surreal,” you answered honestly, “I’m just surprised she picked me.”

You shouldn’t be surprised, you are the best of your year. It is my honor to be bonded to you, Artemis spoke to you.

A soft smile appeared on your face at your dragon's words. You were the best of your year, and you intended to keep it that way.

“I’m not,” Liam brought you back to reality, “You’re a fucking beast on the mat and even managed to get Sloane to improve her fighting skills. You should be proud of yourself.” Liam paused for a second before adding, “I am.”

You couldn’t help but grow shy at Liam’s words. Liam noticed and laughed, “It’s good to know I still have an effect on you.”

Your eyes widened at Liam’s words, realizing he knew about your crush on him, “You know?”

“Of course I know,” Liam laughed harder, “You aren’t really subtle.” Your face grew hot. “Sloane also knows. That’s why she forbade me from being around you when we were younger. You’re her best friend, and she didn’t want to risk us getting together.”

Of course, Sloane would threaten him to stay away from you. You remember her telling you that she stopped talking to the majority of your now ex-friends because they were trying to get with Liam. Liam approached you and caressed your cheek, “I know you and Sloane are best friends, but being around you these past few weeks and getting to know you as you, not my sister's friend. I found myself developing feelings towards you.”

Your heart started pounding as you watched Liam leaning in to kiss your lips. You allowed yourself to enjoy the kiss until a familiar voice broke you two apart. “I knew this was going to happen one day, but I’m still disgusted watching it unfold,” Sloane had a sour face while staring at us.

You hid your face against Liam’s chest out of embarrassment. Liam noticed your embarrassment, held you protectively, and responded to his sister, “If you don’t like it, don’t watch.”

Sloane flipped him off before walking up to you and pulling you away from her brother, “Come, let’s celebrate us being bonded riders now.”

Looking over your shoulder, you spotted Liam shaking his head at his sister’s action and sending you a wave. You gave him a small wave before turning your attention to your best friend, who was now setting up rules about your potential relationship with her brother.

#liam mairi x reader #liam mairi imagine #liam mairi x you #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x reader

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writergirl35 · 5 months

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Whatever You Want Part 1

Liam Mairi X Female Reader

I found the lack of Liam Mairi content on this platform disturbing so I made one myself.

Summary: You and Liam have a friends with benefits thing going. But will your fear or falling for him split you up?

Warning(s): Illusions to smut, minor angst, female reader, use of y/n, y/l/n

You awoke to the rhythmic thumping of his heart, the warm skin beneath your cheek. Soft. Steady. Comforting. You inhale, allowing his scent to wash over you, and wrap you in complete serenity. The fresh, sharp, slightly minty smell of pine engulfs you. You smirk as you shift your gaze over to the carving Liam made of your green scorpiontail, Sorcha. He smells like the wood he uses to carve his figures. He smells like safety, like home. Liam shifts slightly, pulling you closer to him. You chuckle as he presses his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. “Morning gorgeous.” He mumbles against you, causing you to shiver with delight and anticipation. “Morning,” you reply as you angle your lips to meet his in a sweet and gentle kiss. Liam pulls away with a grin. “I guess our first sleepover was a success.” He teases, as he begins to trail kisses down your neck. You smile before you reply, lacing your fingers through his blond hair. Like silk. “I’d say so.” Liam’s kisses begin to travel lower, across your collarbone, between your breasts. “Round…” Liam quirks a suggestive eyebrow. ‘What would it be? 5? Or 6?” He grins as his blue eyes meet yours with an intensity that simultaneously heats you while goosebumps erupt across your body. You and Liam have been sleeping together for a few weeks now. It started simple enough. You were attracted to each other, and in the rider’s quadrant, you never know which day will be your last. After surviving Threshing and bonding with your dragons you and Liam chose to celebrate…with each other. You began to celebrate more and more. Your nights together began to blur into the day. Eating together, sparring together, studying together. Spending time with Liam was slowly becoming one of the best parts of your day. And your friends have noticed. Between the dirty jokes from Ridoc and the endless questions from Violet and Rhiannon, you and Liam constantly have to explain your relationship. “No, it’s not like that. We’re just sleeping together.” has been a sentence that you’ve repeated so many times. And now he’s here. In your bedroom. You’ve never spent the night in each other’s rooms. You both agreed that it was too intimate. But after last night’s… activities, he was too tired and too comfortable to even think about leaving your bed. Leaving you. “I wish.” you groan, caressing his cheek, enjoying the way his skin colored beneath your touch. “We have to get to breakfast before anyone notices we’re missing.” Liam huffs as he rolls away from you. Oh Gods. The blanket that kept you both warm last night is draped across his hips, exposing every delicious inch of his toned, muscular chest. Liam leans against the pillows, stretching his arms up and over his head before interlocking his fingers and resting his head back against them. The muscles in his abdomen tighten and flex. “That is not fair.” You groan as you pull a shirt over your head. “What?” He asks, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. “I really hate you Liam Mairi,” you reply as you toss his shirt to him. You tug your pants up. Acutely aware of Liam’s eyes on you. Tracking your movements. “No, you don’t.” Liam’s grin turns into a genuine smile. Everything in you is telling you to give in. Allow yourself to be lost in him. Consumed in him. Like you were last night. No. You shake the thought away. You will not allow yourself to fall for him. To fall for him, and lose him… you couldn’t bear it. “Liam,” you turn to him as he gets dressed. “You have to go.” Liam’s brow furrows in confusion. “Before our friends see us together.” You clarify as you finish weaving the strands of your hair into a French braid.

#fourth wing #iron flame #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #liam mairi #fluff

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Hatred

Parings: Cato Hadley x Fem!Reader

Type: idk even know

Y/N had always known Cato. They were both from District 2 and had attended the academy together. They had hated each other since the first day they met. Cato was confident and arrogant, always sneering and making comments about Y/N's abilities. Y/N, on the other hand, was always a little afraid of Cato. He had a reputation for being ruthless and brutal.

When their names were called as tributes for the Hunger Games, Y/N knew they were in trouble. Cato had made his feelings clear, with remarks like "get ready to die" and "my sword is going to be in your chest soon." But Y/N had a secret.

She had feelings for Cato…

At the training center, Cato mocked Y/N, saying she was "useless." But Y/N didn't let that get to her. She proved him wrong by always hitting the target with a bow and arrow. She even caught Brutus' eye, impressing him more than any other District 2 tribute.

During their interviews, Brutus and Enobaria told them to act in love to give the Capitol a show.

Y/N and Cato both knew it was just a ploy, but they went along with it.

One by one, they went into their interviews with Caesar, putting on their show for the audience.

But tensions were high. Cato was furious at Katniss' fire dress display, muttering "that bitch on fire is dead" under his breath.

Y/N could sense that something big was going to happen - that Cato was going to lose his cool sooner rather than later.

During the blood bath, Y/N nearly got killed. Cato had to kill others to save her, and he teased her for it. But secretly, Y/N wondered why he helped her when he clearly hated her.

As they moved through the arena, Cato continued to dangle Glimmer in front of Y/N's face, flirting and teasing her to make her jealous. It worked - but it also made Marvel jealous, as he had his eye on Glimmer for a while.

When the tracker jackers attacked, Y/N was stung badly. Glimmer died from the poison, and Marvel was hit with an arrow to the heart.

Cato and Y/N were the only careers left.

In a surprising move, Cato and Y/N made a truce to work together. They knew they needed each other if they wanted to get out of there alive.

Seneca Crane, soon announced that two winners could become victors, and Y/N knew that she had a chance.

As they moved through the arena, Cato's leg was badly injured by Thresh's sword. They took refuge in a cave, and the tension between them was palpable.

It was then that they shared a kiss, something that had been building for a long time. Y/N knew it was foolish, but she couldn't help herself.

She had always been drawn to Cato, despite his arrogance and cruelty.

When they finally made it to the Cornucopia, they were faced with Katniss and Peeta. Y/N knew they had to act quickly if they wanted to win.

Cato managed to push Katniss off the Cornucopia and into the mutts, leaving only Peeta. Y/N took aim and released an arrow, hitting Peeta in the heart.

Cato and Y/N were victorious. They were the only ones left in the arena, and they had a chance for a new life. In the end, Y/N knew that she had fallen for Cato, despite his flaws.

Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all. And who knows? Maybe they could find happiness together, now that they were both victors.

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A/N: Im sorry its taken so long I am trying to wrap up book one but how do I change it and leave out unnecessary details... I'm working on it

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Cato’s POV

The room was tense. Seeder’s gift was sure to draw some attention. Rumors swirled around Rue’s death sparking anger in District 11. While the victors had become friendly throughout the years of mentoring bringing them together it wasn’t a common theme to grieve over other tributes like this. From the same district, maybe. Then again, alliances did not normally cross over between more than one district outside of District 1,2, and 4. The mentors whispered what her actions would bring upon them. Haymitch had been in and out of the shared viewing room. Only talking to Chaff a handful of times.

You’d been largely silent focused on the screen anytime y/n came into view. She was stone faced the morning after Rue and Marvels death. To someone from the capitol it could seem that she was simply waiting for the next canon to go off, but it would have been a stretch. Anyone with half a brain could see she was in a catatonic state. You wondered if Thresh really believed Marvel had gotten help in his endeavor with Rue. Likely not, Thresh seemed shaken up enough that he seemed the type to avenge his tiny friend and from what you saw he had made his way to the part of the arena covered in a field of wheat. If he knew about the dangers it was as a good place as any, you certainly wouldn’t have chased him out there.

Cashmere decides to sit next to you, clearing her throat and wakes you out of trance you seem to keep finding yourself in. She doesn’t speak to anyone in particular, but you know she’s directing every word to you. “She’s different, that one. We will have to help her when she comes back.”

“Don’t all tributes get that, mentors for the first year.”

“Hm? I don’t know what you mean, I must have been thinking out loud. It would be a shame if she couldn’t dig herself out. We don’t want her to go through the same thing Annie did.” With that Cashmere floated away. Annie. The girl from 4. She had come out a little more messed up than the usual victor, dissociating completely in certain situations as if she was somewhere totally different. Finnick had taken upon himself to help her get through her spells, and as much as he could try and hide the pair had grown dependent on the other, completely and totally in love with each other. It was easy to ignore everything when they were home, but Finnick was often called away and playing the role that was forced on anyone who had received help from sponsors. Even those who got nothing could be forced into keeping some annoying capitol citizen ‘company.’ You remember it had only been a month after you had gotten out of your own games. You still hadn’t left the arena, I guess that was your own fault for finishing so quickly, it never processed right. The woman…you couldn’t remember her name, you barely remembered her face, all you saw was a threat. You’d broken her arm the second she touched you, and then…well its lucky there were more people hanging around because before you knew it you were unconscious.

Killer Cato. The only good that came from that name is that until Brutus and Enobaria deemed you safe you were lucky enough to avoid traveling back and forth to the capitol. Most of the time the tributes were allowed to live their life as victor peacefully until the victory tour, most of the time. Some victors like the morphlings or the ones who weren’t conventionally attractive or maybe the ones who got lucky and survived the games on their own were left to their own devices. Most of tributes from 1, 2, and 4 were asked and more often than not told to pay a visit to the generous people of the capitol more quickly than the others. Unless she did something unappealing to the viewers y/n would probably suffer the same fate. Cashmere’s words soothed you, maybe there would be a way to keep her away from that life for now. Seeing as she risked her life for family, or something close to family, its likely the threats the capitol offered would force her to comply…These feelings were weird. You didn’t understand why it mattered. If she won you would only see her once a year once you were both mentors. Out of all of the tributes, she seemed like she had the best head to win, that’s all. Right? Maybe you can get some use out of the training center.

Hours go by, and it’s a slow day. The gamemakers are going to have to do something to pull them together, Y/ns eyes are hollow as she sits by the fire, seemingly waiting for anyone to come find her. They don’t. Arioch and Clove wont be lured by something so similar to what destroyed their supplies and killed an ally, not yet anyway. You wonder if Clove and Arioch had realized he had been ready to turn against Arioch, if they did neither showed any sign of doubting him. The red-headed girl is still spying on them, waiting for an opportune time to try and steal whatever foods been handed to them by the sponsors. Clove had been keeping Arioch calm, but he was getting angry. Lyme was only giving what was absolutely necessary for them to eat. She worried they wouldn’t be able to ration it properly and judging by how annoyed Arioch was getting she was right. It was clear he was fond enough of Clove that he knocked it off whenever she would say something about it but she had her fair share of complaints. You were shocked no one had gone where Thresh was hidden, it seemed to be abundant with food. If you knew about it anyway, which you were almost positive your tributes wouldn’t. The academy you trained for the games had classes on interviews, deadly snares and traps, and the biggest majority fighting, there were also classes for food and foraging but it was never forced. And realistically, you never needed to know about that, seeing as there was always a steady stream of sponsors willing to bet on your districts training.

Then finally as everyone is ready or already retiring to their rooms for a night of unrestful sleep, the trumpets sound. Haymitch sits back down in a spot next to you, a his hands clenched together as he rests his arms on his knees. Not even looking at his screen. You realize he knows what is about to happen, what the announcement will be. And you couldn’t have been more wrong. Claudius Templesmith has an announcement. You expected a feast, something to give Peeta a chance but no, the words ‘rule change’ freezes every victor left in the room. You realize why Haymitch has been largely absent today. You realize Peeta’s one sided pining has worked, and you also realize that maybe, it wasn’t so one sided, she’s teary eyed as his name leaves her lips the second the announcement is over.

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Y/ns POV

You were about to be sick again. You had never felt so conflicted. You should wait until morning. Every instinct screamed at you to not be so reckless. You couldn’t sit still, couldn’t sleep. You had your night glasses anyway…the ones Thresh had told you about. Thresh. The one who could have had an ally had you been able to save Rue. Rue. The young girl who could have made it if she hadn’t teamed up with you. Really it was the tributes of District 11 that originally urge your feet forward. You felt a guilt begin overing you under a weight that seemed to be getting heavier to shake off the more you allowed yourself to think of either of them. And Peeta. You could have ruined everything. He had continued playing up the star crossed lovers, why else would the gamemakers make a rule change like this. You move quickly and silently, theres only one place he could be, really. Arioch had gotten in your head, if Peeta was really that badly injured you may not have much time left, and you’d be damned if you lost anyone else. You only stop to rest when you’re close enough to the stream that you hope you’ll be able to hear or see Peeta.

The second daylight hits your still weary eyes you sit up. It stirs you from a rather unfulfilling sleep and you are off to try and find Peeta again. You almost give up several times before you manage to find that blood-streaked boulder. Hes close. He has to be.

You were amazed how even near death Peeta seemed to have his sense of humor intact. In other news, you suddenly remembered how much you hated the act of cleaning wounds.

“Something wrong?” He asks after seeing my face.

“Shut up.” Peeta laughs as you try not gag while cleaning his wound.

“How do you manage to kill anything around here?”

“You never know, I may be killing you as we speak.”

“Cant you just use that spear?”

“My food isn’t draining pus all over me. Blood I can handle.” You shove him some dried fruit and continue working on him. Its clear the wound is far above any medical capabilities you thought you had. After working on his leg for an hour you are finally able to wrap, and all you can do is hope for the best.

“I need to clean your…undershorts.”

“Okay.” He says it so calmly you grit your teeth, you’ve cried too much in that past couple of days for nakedness to be another thing on an ever growing list that makes you squeamish. You just avoid looking in his direction while he takes them off and turn your back to him as you get cleaning. “So no pus, but nakedness is okay? Or are you just being stubborn like how you were with Haymitch?”

“Speaking of…have you gotten anything?”

“No, what did you get?”

“Burn medicine.” You don’t need to say anything about the bread its an unnecessary truth. “It was when it was earlier in the games so he could probably afford it then.”

“Uh huh, not because you’re his favorite or anything.” You’re unsure what to say. You cant deny you and Haymitch understand each other on a different level. And survival wise, you could outlast anyone here. Maybe he could only bet on one of you. But with the rule change… ugh the whole rule change. The capitol has to be waiting for you to kiss him or love him. I mean youre washing his damn underwear, cant that be enough.

“I bet you he’ll send you something when he can.”

“Its okay Y/N, besides I know what will make me feel better.”

“Me too. Medicine.”

“No, you. I mean obviously you’re doing something right.”

You toss him some damp clothes to put back on. “Lets hope I am and your fever breaks.”

“Seriously thanks for coming back for me, I know you didn’t hav—” You cut him off and hugged him as tight as you could

“Just get better okay.” Because you did want him to get better. Whatever the reason was, the gamemakers are falling for his pining and giving you a chance to return it. Honestly after everything that happened with Rue, you kept thinking back to his words the night before the game. And this was something the games wouldn’t change. You weren’t in love with Peeta, and you couldn’t pretend. He was more of a family member or friend you would do almost anything for. But kissing him would feel wrong, be wrong. A hug is as much as the capitol would get for now, if your feelings changed later and you both made it out of here maybe you could play along.

“Is that all I get.”

“Get better and then maybe, maybe you get more.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” Peeta was so good at this. It didn’t take him long to doze off. You take the time to collect more water and hunt for anything near the stream. You know through the slower moving parts the fish could be easy pickings. You debate staying with Peeta, but you both need something in your system. Maybe you should let him rest, but you cant hunt for anything with him out in the open. You relent after about an hour and coax him into walking with you down the stream, as long as he can anyway. You comfort him as he gathers whatever strength he has left and when hes ready you find a small cave like formation a little way above the stream. You let him sleep and work on making the cave as unnoticeable as you possibly can. You let him sleep and work on making the cave as unnoticeable as you possibly. You manage to further downstream and pick off a few fish where the water is slow. You try to ignore how badly you missed a few times and instead try to figure out how to make yourself more appealing to any possible sponsors, you cant tell him you love him but if you cant give him medicine, maybe you can give him hope. The audience might turn their indifference into pity if you could make them believe that you cant allow yourself to fall in love yet. You take a deep, dramatic breath before entering the cave.

Peeta is still sound asleep in your sleeping bag. Good. It will be easier to do this when hes not fully coherent. You crouch besides him and brush a strand of hair away from his face, you try to show your hesitation, tapping your fingers and shaking your leg before shaking your head and kissing him on the cheek. A cheek that is rapidly raising in temperature.

Peeta stirs, “Mm Y/n?”

“I caught us some fish.”

“Thanks for finding me,”

“It’s the least I could do. Just get better for me, okay?”

“You know what would really make me feel better?” You roll your eyes, he is much better at playing the lovestruck boy than you could ever hope.

“You already got one. But if you actually get better…” then what? You don’t want to kiss him, “then maybe.” That’s the best you can do for now.

“I’ll take it.” He smiles at you. You can tell the fever medication you have is having next to effect on him. If he doesn’t get medicine soon he’s going to die. You both know it. You hear a soft crunch of leaves and you’re up in an instant. Peeta grabs your hand to try and stop you from doing anything dangerous, you squeeze his hand and put the other on his cheek. You then quickly grab your knife and sneak to the edge of the cave, you try not to laugh when you see the silver parachute at the foot of the entrance. Haymitch is obviously rewarding your actions. Not that they aren’t out of real concern but regardless its clear that hes going to keep pushing for you to act like this if its what sends you food. Realistically, what you want is medicine but you aren’t likely to get that at this stage in the game.

“Hey Peeta! Looks like Haymitch decided to send you something after all.” You are able to convince him its for him soup is easier for him to eat, otherwise he would have sent actual food. It seems to make sense to him anyway. Apparently even soup is a struggle for Peeta, “And here I thought you wanted to get better, I guess no kisses for you.”

“Not fair.”

“Please Peeta, you have to get better.” It takes entirely too long for him to stomach the tiny pot of broth. Once he sleeps, you put the last of your bandage supply left on his warm forehead. Great. Now you wish you had made out with more in the arena before you blew it up. Whatever. You could mope while you kept watch since its all you could do for now. Anything else is just hope that the audience enjoyed what you did today.

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Cato’s POV

Haymitch continues to go in and out of the room. If this had anything to do with the rule change, you can only hope he continues doing it. Y/n finished telling a story about her and her brother scrounging around their house to look for anything valuable to sell to buy their younger brother something for his birthday. To probably most people, it should be clear she had some other way to get their brother an old guitar. Music is something that seems relatively prevalent in her house, you think back to her singing with Rue. You wonder how often she’s gone without eating to feed someone else in her family, she was barely sleeping to continue to check on the boy from her district. For some reason the kiss she gave him kept replaying in your brain. He was definitely hurting her chances of making it, but its clear she struggles to not help out other tributes. That probably isn’t making Snow very happy. The concern on her face grows as she finishes her story and rechecks Peetas leg, which won’t make it without any medicine soon.

She cleans the bandage again, clearly not helping make a dent in his fever. They both know the blood poisoning will take him out soon if the games don’t end in a matter of maybe two days tops. And after the camera has shown Thresh doing quite well…it doesn’t seem like Peeta would be the one to outlast his fellow tributes. Haymitch almost collapses into the couch, you’re shocked he doesn’t spill the whiskey in his glass.

“You alr—” you try to ask before he puts one finger up, effectively quieting you while he takes a sip. Guess he’s doing worse than you thought.

“Its too expensive.”

“The medicine.” Its meant to be a question but you know the price is too much for any sponsor to fork over.

“Hopefully Effie and her gaggle of friends have gossiped enough to get an idea to the gamemakers.” Almost on cue the trumpets sound an announcement. When Claudius Templesmith begins speaking Haymitch laughs to himself, “Sometimes I think I might actually love that woman.”

Just as quickly as relief hits, Peeta threatens to follow Y/n to the banquet. Haymitch mutters something about Peeta making everything difficult and steps out again. You think how hard it must be to do this alone all these years. Most all of the other districts have someone else to divide the work out. Haymitch looked as tired as his tributes in the arena. Maybe ten minutes pass before he stumbles back into the viewing room. You just hold out some kind of spirit in a cup. He raises it to you before letting his head fall back.

“Nothing else I can do.” Y/n has been arguing with Peeta on letting her go to the cornucopia. The small vial meant nothing to you but Y/n stared at it for a long while before going back to the cave.

‘I guess I don’t have to go to the feast after all. Haymitch sent you some medicine.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah it says to take it like a shot. But it smells nasty. You’re stomach will probably try and reject it.’

‘I’m sure it wont.’ He snatched the vial with what little strength he had. You didn’t miss the smirk she had as he tried quickly drank it back. She played a big gamble on his ego and it paid off. She immediately plugged his nose and covered his mouth before he spit anything out. The effort was already draining the little energy he had, his attempt to force himself to throw didn’t help.

‘I’ll be back before you know it.’ Peetas anger reached all the way to the capitol. His eyes brimmed with fury as sleep overtook him. Y/n was smug at her victory, but she quickly leaned over him. Fussing over the sleeping bag covering him, cleaning any remaining medicine on his face, brushing his now sweat soaked hair from his face. ‘I hope you know I had to. I need you to make it.’

You watch as she presses her lip against his and try to find some logical reason on why you suddenly feel the need to go hit something. Y/n wastes no time. She starts arranging the cave to be almost undetectable. Luckily, she had been working on it before, as she finishes quickly. She walks for awhile and sets up a fire, with dusk settling it gives her good cover and she has time to cook everything she had caught the past day, making a decent meal of rabbit and fish. She finishes and fills the water containers when she gets back to the cave before allowing herself to sleep again. She only allows herself a few hours. You find yourself worrying about her lack of sleep.

The camera pans to the other districts again. The girl from five is starving and damn near freezing to death. Her item will definitely be something to protect her from the weather. Cato and Clove are cold too, their breaths making small white clouds, but they have the experience with cold weather training. Thresh seems fine too. You wonder what will be in store for those three.

‘Come on. I promise to make it a good show.’

‘No way. I kill her.’

‘Don’t be like that. You’ve killed almost everyone else we’ve dealt with and since you missed loverboy, its only fair I get a shot at her now.’

You don’t have to wonder who they’re talking about.

…’You’ll drag it out.’

‘Of course, when I’m done with her they’ll forget why they were ever rooting for her in the first place.’

‘Good thing you’re on my side, Clove.’ He chuckles, Clove grins with a sense of pride

‘So I can do it??’ Too excited, you think

‘Yeah sure.’

You didn’t expect Clove to do anything else. One of her critiques from the academy was quite literally how she wasted too much time making a show of things. She needed to prove she belonged. Its why all of you were shocked when she was the one picked from your district and not another eighteen year old to match Ariochs anger. Then again, if Arioch had another one of him out there they would have torn eachother apart before getting out of the blood bath. Probably over who got a certain kill.

Y/n began her journey back to the cornucopia. You wondered why she walked somewhat sideways until you remembered the big explosion. The ear must have been permanently damaged, or damaged until she made it back. She stopped more often than not to make sure she was hearing correctly. There was nothing. She arrived to her original hiding spot with no issue, with the glasses she slowly moved as close as she could. Arioch and Clove had sought out the space closest to the lake, which ended up helping Cora, the girl from five. She had snuck around the other side of giant cornucopia, hiding inside and ensuring she would be the closest to the feast the second the table appeared. Thresh was at the biggest disadvantage, positioning himself at the back of the cornucopia, He would need to listen for when the table came up because he definitely could not see from there.

District 5 had the right idea. Y/N realizes this the second she runs off. She wastes no time and runs in immediately after and grabs the tiny bag for her district, unfortunately Clove comes to the same realization. Y/n tries to follow District five but it’s clear Clove will be there before she can run off. You wonder why she only brought her knives but then again, the other weapons would require more time for her to aim and might end up hindering her. Cloves first knife is knocked away. You’re sure Y/ns cut up at least a little but not enough to stop her. She throws her own knife and it lands in Cloves right shoulder. Fortunately, that’s the arm she throws with. Unfortunately, this incites a rage you werent aware she had. She yanks the knife out, and switches it to her other hand quickly. Her aim is off now, and the knife whizzes past y/ns head. Y/n makes the mistake to look at where the knife landed and in that second Clove is tackling her to the ground. You remember your conversations on the roof that seem so long ago, and know she wont make it out of this. Your heart sinks to your stomach. Clove begins relishing in this, she knows this information just as well and is going to make her suffer just like she said she would.

‘Well if it isn’t the girl on fire. Whats the matter 12, worried about getting the medicine to loverboy?’

‘Worried about getting your screentime?’ She smirked until Clove threw a relatively soft punch considering her arm was clearly struggling to lift itself.

‘Not at all, I promised to give the audience a good show. Its funny because if it was Arioch right now, he’d probably finish you off pretty quickly. Would that be better for you? To go as quickly as your pathetic little friend?’

The mention of Rue has her struggling to unseat Clove with no avail, ‘Shut up. You don’t get to talk about her.’

‘The girl who hopped around in the trees. Rue? Well, we took care of her, and nature will take care of loverboy. and now I’m going to take care of you. Now, where to start?’ Y/n lifts her head trying to do anything to get Cloves balance off just to get a better chance of getting out of there. Clove is taking delight in her struggle, ‘I think we’ll start with your mouth. Make sure you blow loverboy one last kiss.’

‘Wow so clever. But if I can only say one last thing…’ Clove is puzzled for only a second more before Y/n spits in her face.

Clove gets one more punch as Y/n continues to struggle. When her nose begins to bleed she stills becoming unblinking, staring down her last opponent. You see Thresh coming up to the table freezing as he hears the entire conversation. ‘Lets start then,’

She barely leans over to trace the outline of Y/ns lips before he yanks her off his former ally. Flinging her to the ground. ‘You’re the one who killed her??’

Clove begins scooting backward, frantic at another opponent she clearly did not expect. Arioch had begun looking for another tribute where Y/n ran out of and was only now heading back to his original hiding spot.

‘No! No, it wasn’t me.!’

Thresh picks her up again holding her against the cornucopia. ‘I heard you!’

Arioch is already beginning to run as Clove begins screaming for help. He answers her but he’s too far. Thresh smashes her into the cornucopia. Y/n is still sat as she looks up in shock. Cloves body has the slightest moan escaping her lips. You look away, hating that the death wasn’t quick that somewhere in her mind she feels the pain coursing through her body. Your eyes snap up when Thresh speaks again.

‘Just this time Y/n. For Rue.’

Y/n eyes look at the two bags he has, ‘Don’t do it Thresh. Its not worth it.’

‘Clove!’ Ariochs voice makes Y/ns stand in a defensive position.

‘You better run now, Fire Girl.’ Y/ns scrambles to collect her knives and begins to run. She pauses when she hits the edge of the forest. Thresh has run off with both backpacks which could be a really smart or really stupid move. She looks at a frozen Arioch leaning over Clove and continues to run towards Peeta.

Y/n makes several stops as she runs towards Peeta, once to make sure her nose had stopped bleeding, it had. Once to see if her arm had stopped, it had not. She squeezed it shut until her feet hit the stream. She stops several more times to bend over and hold her head. You assume she is getting dizzy. The punch probably giving her an effect of a concussion. Every time she stands again she seems to have trouble getting her bearings but she makes it to the cave. Her hands shake as she struggles to open the small box, it contains one needle. She fumbles to unzip the sleeping bag and the second Peetas arm is exposed Y/n tries to center the shot. She has to take several deep breaths to calm the adrenaline that is sure to be coursing through her body, her hands are still shaking but she is able to slowly press down on the needle’s plunger. When shes finished she throws it across the cave and curls up into a ball, finally succumbing to the sleep that’s been eluding her since finding Peeta.

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Y/N’s POV

You couldn’t cry, not again. You’ve cried too much in these games. One, its embarrassing, two the capitol cannot have another excuse to make you look weak. So when Peeta tells you Thresh’s picture is in the sky you ask if he can take the first watch and you cover your face with the sleeping bag until the tears stops falling. You have a feeling Peeta understands, but to what extent?

You’d woken up to the sound of the anthem. Peeta stroking your hair like you had done to him when he had been sick. You had to explain how you had worked with District 11. How Thresh moved you to a safe location after the tracker jackers, how you had helped fix his shoulder, how you’d gotten them both food and blew up the career’s supply, and the worst part…the part you didn’t want to ever discuss, Rue. Peeta had made a remark about how he must have felt like your alliance was still technically in place since Arioch and Clove had still been around. But you knew deep down, that it wasn’t about you, but Rue. The feast you had gotten for excitedly hugging Peeta and peppering his face with light kisses had suddenly turned to lead in your stomach. You had pretended to get caught up in the moment, and apparently, it had been enough for Haymitch to let you both eat real food while hiding in the downpour that had been happening the last couple of days.

Under the sleeping bag you think about anything besides your fallen allies. So you retrace the events leading up to the meal, the kisses, Peetas retelling of how he fell in love with you…well how he fell in love with Katniss. You had been friends with Katniss long ago, when you were both really young, and the memory albeit fuzzy was there of a young more cheerful Katniss telling you all about how she sang the valley song for her class. Then the mining incident happened, and the resentment that your father was one of the few to make it while hers was gone forever drove a divisible wedge. After that, it felt wrong to compare situations. Without your own father being able to work, you had lost him too. Pride had made him bitter and somewhat cruel, and he refused to work. Your mother was so focused on rehabilitating him, it fell on you to help your brothers. You remember how your father said nothing before you left, except to make himself seem like somewhat of a hero. You had once thought about how different you and Katniss had grown to get to the same indifference towards your parents. You could barely manage to be in the same room with your father while Katniss still held him in the highest regards, you at best felt pity for your mother for being tied to someone who believed he was better than everyone. Katniss for lack of better words, hated her mother for the abandonment. You were so similar you wished everyday you could restart the friendship you two had had long ago, you also wonder what she makes of this whole act and Peetas story that so clearly reference her. He was great at changing small details to make it plausible. You had just promised him that when you both made it out of there he could take you on an actual date, playing enough to keep the audience’s hopes up, well and Peeta kept poking fun at you saying he was planning on going all out when you got out. Regardless, you both played on this story and got the incredible food that you were trying to inhale before he looked outside the cave and saw Thresh’s picture in the sky.

Thresh. You should have told him about that extra backpack you’d hidden in the beginning of the game. Stopped him from taking Ariochs backpack. He was sure to have made Threshs death slow…and painful. You think about the last time you ever saw him he finally used your name. The capitol food threatens to make a reappearance. You give Peeta one of your knives, tell him to hide it in unless he absolutely needs it. He could train with the arrows tomorrow because honestly, you weren’t proving to be very good with it. You wonder if Katniss was irritated at how poorly you aimed, you wonder if she would train you on it when you got home. You wondered if you could be friends again. You focus on that instead of the sleep that’s eluding you again now that you’re thinking of Thresh’s murder. Now all you had was Cora and Arioch. Arioch you could handle, Cora…you remember how she almost agreed to be allies, and had least said you wouldn’t gun for each other.

Eventually, Peeta wakes you so you can keep watch. You comply soundlessly. You’re so thankful you aren’t alone anymore because really, you were barely making by before the rule change. You were tired of killing, you didn’t need anymore blood on your hands. Of course, this is the hunger games, and you knew that likely you wouldn’t have a choice.

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Catos POV

Peeta had proven being kind could save your life in the game. You saw Y/n’s panic as she spun around expecting Peeta to have eaten those berries. Instead, they find the District 5 girl. Y/n cleans the berry stains from her mouth and hands, and closes her sunken, hollow eyes before trying to move Peeta along. He meanwhile, was waiting for the two of them to be able to eat together, really he’s quite lucky, most people would have snacked on the berries before meeting back up with an ally. His naivete, sparing him a quick death. She claimed she wanted to get some space before Arioch barreled through the woods but likely, she was uncomfortable with another dead tribute. She needed to compartmentalize. The capitol wouldn’t like how torn she seemed everytime a picture was shown in the sky.

You noticed Haymitch was all but telling her to accept Peetas affection. She seemed to be trying to suppress her attraction to the guy, but you were unsure how much of it was an act. It was clear the audience was going crazy over what they saw as fear of losing someone she was in love with. Fear of admitting something that was too good to be true. Their return would ensure the two of them would be forced to get into a relationship immediately. You wondered if they could keep up the whole pretense.

In the real world the victors we’re headed back to their respective floors for dinner. You and Enobaria went to the couch while Brutus went on about how Arioch would win out.

The temperature was dropping quickly too quickly. This was the finale. Everyone would have work off tomorrow throughout all of the districts. And Arioch now had the advantage of complete body armor. Seemed a little unfair but I guess it was two against one. Peeta was about as good as Glimmer with the bow and arrow. Y/N held Marvels spear as they headed to the cornucopia. The camera pans to Arioch confidently walking deeper into the forest where the girl from district five was picked up. He’d been hunting since brutally torturing Thresh in the downpour. The fight could go either way, but Arioch was going on pure rage and vengeance. He made the death painfully slow, making cuts that individually wouldn’t kill anyone. Thresh fought back well, the weapon and armor he had stolen came in handy. The rain however made it hard for him to see clearly and Arioch still had the glasses. You were somewhat surprised when Arioch didn’t scream his success after finishing him off.

The gamemakers has quieted the background noise they had going on. The snarling was unmistakable. You could hear whatever creature was back lick it’s lips as it growled in Ariochs direction. Muttations. Half wolf and half human like things that looked like… oh god. You turned to look at Enobaria, maybe you were wrong. Her scowl told you your suspicions were correct. She quickly stood up and retired to her room. The rest of your victors were silent, knowing how she felt about the mutts, about herself every day she woke up, every time she looked in the mirror. You wondered if she thought she was just like those mutts on the screen. You wished there was something you could say, anything to help. But words weren’t really your strong suit.

When you turn back to the screen Y/n and Peeta have heard Arioch and the mutts running towards them. She should have thrown her knife the second she saw enter the clearing. But she frozen. Utterly frozen at the giant creatures following him, figuring out exactly what they were. Who they were.

Peeta yanks y/ns arm. They barely managed to make it to the cornucopia without any injuries.

‘It’s them. All of them.’ Y/n whimpers as she fumbles to tie a bandage on Peetas once again, bloodied leg.

‘Are- are those their real eyes???’

You force yourself to look at the muttations a little more closely. The eyes definitely looked entirely too human. It was a sick thing to do to them. Even dead their bodies served the capitol. Always loyal to the capitol.

The hair on the wolves had different textures, the one who could only be Glimmer had blond shiny hair, the one with the number four had curly hair throughout his entire body. You refused to look at them any more. You looked up when you heard y/n scream out just to see Arioch yank her hair to throw her back on the floor. Peeta quickly tackles him, even injured it’s clear Peeta has experience fighting but he’s injure and Arioch quickly has him in a headlock. Y/n is already trying to figure out where to aim the spear.

‘Drop it or he dies.’

‘He dies and you come in second.’

‘Then I get one last kill.’

‘Yeah real impressive killing someone injured, but seeing as you couldn’t kill him the first time I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised you need to prove a point.’ She grinned, she was playing a dangerous game. Peeta was weakly clawing at Ariochs arm but the stalling could only go so far.

‘I was supposed to win. It should have been me or Clove..’

‘Come on Arioch, we all know I’m the one you have to beat. Look I’ll even go no weapons, no arrows, no spears, no knives.’ Arioch laughs at what seems is y/n signing Peetas death certificate.

It finally registers to Peeta what Y/n wants him to do. She sighs and pats her leg as she bends down, eyes on Arioch while she lays down the spear. Peeta manages to dig the knife y/n had told him to hide straight into Ariochs thigh.

He’s caught off guard and instinctively goes to remove the knife while screaming in pain. Y/ns gamble paid off, she throws her own knife towards his head. It nicks his already injured forehead sending a gush of blood down his face. The pause gives Peeta the room to push him off the cornucopia. Arioch isn’t one to go down easy, you think at the mutts that are way too excited to have him back down on the ground. Y/n rushes over to Oeeta cupping his face in her hands…

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah. Much better now.’ He pulls her in for an embrace they share until Ariochs screams begin cutting through the freezing air.

You find yourself holding your breath as they try to figure out how to help Arioch. Peetas convinced he would waste all of the arrows. Y/n is unsure without her knives but exasperated takes the bow and arrow from Peeta. And for the first time that you’ve seen in the arena, she hits her mark and the canon goes off.

‘That’s it! We did it!’ Peeta says through chattering teeth. Y/n collapses next to him and rests her head on his shoulder. Just like that the mutts disappear back into the woods. Y/ns eyes trained on the remaining wolves, saying goodbye to her friends one more time.

‘I can’t wait to go home.’

Peeta tries to cheer her up again, ‘you know what this means?’

‘What?’

‘You have to go on a date with me now. You promised.’

Y/n laughs, ‘you promised actually…but I’ll hold you to that.’ She lifts her and pulls his chin closer to hers and presses her lips firmly on his. His hands pull her closer before she pulls away. You find one of your nails has begun going back and forth on your skin, digging into it and leaving a large raw scratch in the palm of your hand. Some act.

Where’s the damn hovercraft? Hours go by and y/n and Peeta are forced to huddle together to try and preserve whatever body heat is left between the two of them. You go back to the viewing room where most of the victors are watching as intently as you plan to.

‘What’s taking so damn long?’ Y/n asks by the time the sun begins to rise again

‘Maybe we need to move away from the body. They probably still need to collect it.’ Already y/n has figured out what’s beginning to happen. She presses her lips together but nods.

‘Well then let’s move.’

They both move slowly. Probably as quick as their bodies can move after spending the night in freezing weather. They make it to the edge of the clearing, certainly farther than they were from the district five girl. When the hovercraft eventually grabs Ariochs bloodied body Claudine’s Templesmith’s voice echoes through the arena. You lean as close to the screen as you can just in case you miss anything.

‘Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revisions have been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor!’

Y/n closes her eyes and takes a deep breath knowing deep down this was coming. She looks at Peeta. Injured and takes a step back.

‘Dont y/n. One of us should go home.’

She shakes her head, ‘No.’

‘Y/n—‘

‘Peeta, I can’t. You could go and see—‘

‘Don’t be dumb y/n. I’m not going without you.’ She’s about to protest when he says, ‘that’s fine, you’ll outlast me anyway.’

He’s about to remove the bandage he has wrapped around his leg that’s already soaking through when y/n screams, ‘No! Just wait. Please.’

‘They have to have a winner y/n.’

That’s when she hatched the idea. ‘No. They don’t.’

She holds out the night lock berries. Peeta is about to protest when she tells him to trust her. They split the berries. Your throat is dry. You want to scream at both of them. Stop. Don’t give everything up now.

‘3.’

‘2.’

….

‘1’

They both have the berries on their lips when Claudius Templesmith comes back, frantic ‘Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Y/N L/N and Peeta Mellark! I give you the tributes of District Twelve!’

But while the announcement caused y/n to freeze, it caused Peeta to bite down. You could hear a pin drop in the room. Y/n spots the berries out and turns to Peeta excitedly, before she sees him try to open his mouth but fail as the night lock seizes his system and he collapses to the ground. Her moth drops and she’s frozen until the canon sounds one. Last. Time.

Haymitch smashes a glass across the room, “Damn it!” He storms out with Chaff following behind him.

‘No. No no no no. Peeta wake up.’ She falls to her knees and lifts his head on her lap, when he doesn’t respond she tries to shake his shoulders. ‘Peeta! Wake up, damn you! We just won. We’re supposed to go home. You owe me. You promised me! You said you would take me out so GET UP!’

She’s bawling by the time she gets out those last words. When the hovercraft comes for her and I guess Peeta as well she covers his body not making any effort to leave. You grimace, you know what happens when you don’t voluntarily go to the hovercraft.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen I am pleased to present the Victor of the 74th Hunger Games! Y/N L/N’

‘No! It’s both of us. Shut up!’ She screams as Peacekeepers descend from another hovercraft. She seems to be to busy rocking Peetas upper body gently alternating between telling him it’s okay to get up and begging him to open his eyes.

The peacekeepers each grab one of her arms and she goes feral; kicking and screaming protests, ‘No! LET ME GO! You can’t leave him please! No!’

You find yourself wanting to tell her it’s going to be okay. But you know that’s not entirely true. Still, you wish you could comfort her. The room is a mixture of mouths agape, people holding in their shock by covering their mouths, and looking at eachother with a look that can only be described as confusion. You all watch as her cries get quieter and quieter when another peacekeeper sedates her. And just like that her body ascends into the hovercraft, coming back to the Capitol.

That’s when it hits you. Y/ns coming back. And she’s going to have a whole new game to play.

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Taglist: @chloe-skywalker @ietss @tomihoeka @chiimiki @akinatrix @inky-sun

#hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #tbosas #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games cato #hunger games cato imagine #cato hunger games #cato x reader

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zileans-big-cl0ck · 8 months

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Hello! How u doing?

Can i ask for some DarkCosmic! Jhin x gn! reader headcanons! Im crying fr there is barely Jhin content. Im so happy i found your blog, its so damn great <33 ilysm!! Take care :D

✦–Dark Cosmic Jhin x reader short story.✦ SFW

✦Demos on their way to provide Jhin content for you, because Jhin enjoyers deserve everything that’s the best.

✧ prompt: ✧ just some headcanons that are placed in the Cosmic/Dark Star alternative universe.

✧ champions: ✧ Jhin, the Virtuoso (Dark Cosmic).

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral (no Y/N used).

✧ author’s note: ✧ I’m afraid it turned out more like a short story than headcanons, but you must forgive me, the whole Cosmic universe is just so emphemeral and majestic, it called me by itself to write something like this, frfr. Like, I literally have Dark Star Kha’zix as my main theme, just because it’s the most aesthetic skin in the entire game. ANYWAYS, guys, hit me up with any ideas for Jhin content, because I’m gonna take care of it, I PROMISE. And don’t worry about your asks, I’m really writting them, I’m just a bit lazy and slow. As always, please ignore any mistakes.

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The Cosmic Court has lost Jhin’s light. He has fallen into the Dark Star’s trap, embraced the inky space. Now, bestowed with new starfire powers, he conscientiously begun to claim the Universe as a canvas for his artwork.

Jhin’s corruption quickly escalated, cosmic frame mirrored the cells of his mad and abstract concept of reality. It all belonged to him now. He could create anything or make nothing from the absolute; proclaim the universe with a new virtuoso as a cradle of twisted nebulas, incandescent galaxies, blurred across the black reality.

His hunger grew alongside claiming more and more stars, his four emphemeral hands - two filled with the energy of relinquished Cosmic celestial, the other two greeting the omnipotent might of the Dark Star - working, reaching, grabbing, painting, spreading.

These hands, he reached them once for a brand new Galaxy, fresh and pure, uncertain of the destination it should met. It could be turned into something truly gorgeous, breathtaking, beyond anything a simple mortal could ever comprehend. He wanted to ensnare this light, capture it at its most enduring state, and then squize it in his claws, paint the infinite darkness of expanse by its entrails.

But Jhin hesitated. It wasn’t just another impotent Galaxy drifting in space, awaiting its dull end, that would come in eons. It was another Celestial being, alive and in their youth, unaware of the ongoing war between the Dark Star and its corruptants and the Cosmic Court.

He approached, though there was a concerning aspect in their apperance. Like a whirling black hole that he employed to create artworks greater than himself, the artist behind.

Discovered when he found himself closer, he realized that he misses the feeling of gliding freely between plantes, with stardust sweeping through his ephemeral cape. Emptiness surrounded this poor Celestial, ubiquitous darkness and black background only in the sight. It was almost pitful, to look at something so lonely, with no items to craft and work and paint. But Jhin was an artist, which entailed that he felt and saw more, curiosity rised achingly in his cosmic body.

And he obtained them, because Jhin, empowered by the power of the Dark Star, always got what he desired, what his longing soul cried for. Firstly, it was a move made from pity; soon he became covetous, as he saw other corruptants becoming jealous of his new pet. The old, disdainful wraith, Mordekaiser, jeered, demanding his own cohort of enslaved Celestials. ”If Jhin can have one, why won’t we create a whole army of it? Why should we meet constelations with cataclysms, instead of claiming them as our own?” he asked, encouraged by the coward, Xerath. But Jhin decided to mercifully ignore his acquaintances, as the Herald, Thresh, didn’t stop him - his own twisted mind hided his soft spot for some kind of pets.

Jhin admired his new companion’s loyality. They decided to stood by his side, and he was positive they would be loyal even in the end of the Cosmic Court, end of the Dark Star and the whole Universe, just because he had freed them from the nothingless of their corner of space.

He uncovered that he had no desire of consuming nor devastating the Celestial into a new piece of art, just becausae of their purity and mellowness. When born in a dark emptiness, their being couldn’t soak with the benightedness that kept buisy the minds of others. He could bathe them in his own ideas and beliefs.

Neither Mordekaiser nor Xerath could order him to leave his new partner - they became his inspiration, his only appreciated audience. Their word was valued by Jhin more than the ardous asks from the other corruped cosmic titans.

They weren’t ordinal. They were found in a repugnant darkness, embraced by no stars, no nebulas, only ceaseless nothingless. It was almost calming, like the dim insides of the Dark Star, which were consummate, persistent, always hungry for more. Jhin admired it and wanted to show his pet the whole Universe, the beauty he could rip from constellations, melt them to his will.

He often became pensive, milling the thoughts that consumed his mind, pushing him into the greatness of his immense conciousness. They could listen to him for eons about the convoluted twists and strings behind his art. But he would never talk about his past and the Cosmic Court. And they were never malicious enough to force him to confess that.

The whole Galaxy was yours. Jhin was the reason the sanctimonious herold of the Dark Star, Thresh, has brought the rightful owner, the true heir of the devouring force of this Universe, Lux, so she could claim the throne. And by this way, the Virtuoso obtained favourability of his master - the one that gave him the powers. It let him spread the superficial chaos, proudly pace through space with his new companion, his beautiful galaxy, his devotion and destination.

Because Jhin was never reserved; if he wanted the whole Universe to belong to him, he would accomplish this task even without help of the Dark Star.

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thesquishysquash · 1 year

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[Rise!turtles x male reader]

[Male reader has tattoos and they get asked about them]

[I can't write that good.. sorry :(]

Donatello

You cought his glances more then twice, it's common for others to stare at you. You soon turn to him to see what he wanted. Donnie averted his eyes from you and did a fake cough, "you need anything?" You ask, donnie's eyes dart at you and your arm, where your tattoo was.

"Yeah... not like I'm that person, but I'm going to ask anyway. Did it hurt? Just because it almost covers your entire arm." You only chuckle and turn fully towards the purple turtle, explaining about it.

Donnie understand quickly without you going into much detail, "and my parents own a tattoo place so, I'm pretty good with needles." Donnie nods and began to get back on his phone, then got your attention once more. "Do you think, if I wanted to.. you could give me a tattoo?"you blink with surprise, then come back to your senses. "O-oh, yeah! Ofcourse! I'd love to."

Leonardo

While laying with leonardo on his bed, he quickly stares at your thighs and back at his comics. You knew what he was looking at but you wanted to tease him. "My eyes are up here, pervert~" you smirk once you see the flustered blush on his face.

"Well, I knew that! It's just I'm admiring your body." You roll your eyes, 'smooth, real smooth.' You thought. "You got any questions?" "Uh, yeah?".

You sit up and mentally prepare yourself for a tidal wave of randomly, well chosen questions. "Did it hurt? Why'd you choose that? Do you think I could get one? What should I get?" You laugh to shove away your nervousness, "hey, how about you come to my parents tattoo shop, and I'll tell you everything there, deal?" "Deal."

Michelangelo

While painting with mikey, he was getting pretty side tracked, his adhd was enough, what could mikey be so fixated on?

So, you asked, "hey, mike. You've been skipping off a while, is there something wrong?" You ask, the box turtle shook before answering rather nervously. "What? Noo! Ofcourse not! I'm super focused on my painting!!" You look at his painting and see he was painting something rather similar to your tattoo.

Anyone could see your tattoo because it was on your back, and you were wearing a tank top that day. "You want me to show you the whole tattoo so you could finish your painting?" Mikey faces practically beams with joy, "REALLY!?! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU Y/N!!"

So, you sat on the ground while mikey painted your tattoo.

Raphael

You were trying in your area, punching your punching bag to no end. You threw in some high kicks too while you were at it. You felt eyes, not like all around you, like on one place, stuck there.

You turn your head to see raph standing in the thresh hold of the area with a puzzled and curious expression. Where his eyes were didn't surprise you.

Your nape, where your tattoo was. You chuckle and rest your arms, taking in breaths and drinking water. When raph finally decided to approach.

"H-hey, y/n-! Um, how are you?.." not like raph stuttered normally, probably only when his nervous. "Good, how about you tough guy?" You ask, his eyes glanced between your nape and your eyes.

"You like my tattoo? Cool isn't?" You say, admiring your own piece of art. Raph chuckle nervously in agreement, "yeah.. if someone, say, like me, wanted a tattoo.. what would you recommend?" You merely laugh and give him recommendations, he seemed to like all of them.

"You know, I could give you more choices if you came to the tattoo shop with me." "Y-yeah! How about tomorrow?" "You got yourself a deal!"

#rottmnt #rottmnt x y/n #male reader #tmnt x male reader #oneshot

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whodofthought · 2 years

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Mica Familie ❤

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x gamer!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Dom/Sub relationship, oral (Alcina receiving), biting, slapping, bad writing, reader uses she/her pronouns

Summary: You just want to be accepted by your girlfriends daughters.

Word Count: 5,148

Author Notes: This woman holds my heart truly. Reader is roughly 6′3.

Translations: (flori mici - little flowers)(fată drăguţă - pretty girl)(tati - daddy)(draga - darling)(frumoasa - beautiful)(te iubesc - I love you)(superba - gorgeous)(mica familie - little family)(uluitoare - breath taking)(fata buna - good girl)

If I missed any translations let me know otherwise enjoy!

Alcina’s day had been more than eventful. Her wine production was behind because of the stupid production manager, her girls were being a handful as it was now mid-winter so they were getting restless, and to top it Mother Miranda had called an emergency meeting about a stupid man thing named Ethan Winters then gave the man to her forever inferior ‘little brother’ Heisenberg. She was doing everything she could to hold back the pout that wanted to overtake her lips when she crossed the thresh hold into her own home. The familiar buzz of her beautiful daughters filled her ears and it alone helped ease some of the tension in her shoulders. A smile made its way onto her lips by the time Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra solidified in front of her and she shone it down at them.

“Hello Daughters.”

Her voice echoed in the room as she bent lifting her daughters into a tight group hug. Her daughters laughs and light greetings filled her ears in response and a sigh left her out of her nose.

“How was your meeting mother?”

Bela asked with intrigue interested to know why Mother Miranda called her out so urgently.

“Uneventful.”

Alcina said ending that conversation before it could start.

“I’d much rather know how all my flori mici days went.”

In an instant her ears are filled by three voices all at once and she lightly chuckles at her daughter’s antics.

“One at a time, one at a time.”

Alcina said with amusement watching as light blushes crossed three faces.

“Well, my day was spectacular, (Y/N) took me to the green house in a backpack and allowed me to care for the flowers like I usually do. Oh mother you should have seen the roses.”

Cassandra said fluttering out of her mom’s arms in a light swarm talking animatedly.

“My day was also good, (Y/N) brought me back three new books on toxicology from the village and even tried a new concoction with me. Even though it did lead her to be locked in the bathroom for the next hour.”

Bela said while cuddling into her mother’s neck loving the close proximity. Daniela huffed from her mother’s other side before also cuddling into her mother.

“My day was also good, I got to play Mama’s game most of the day and when she came in the room, she turned on some music and we had a mini dance party to dance life’s stresses away.”

Daniela had been the only one to call you anything but your name since you and Alcina had gotten together. Three years seemed like long enough to accept you in Daniela’s eyes and Alcina knew exactly how much that meant to you. Alcina’s smile only grew at each of her daughter’s stories, you were so good to each of them knowing all the things that make them individuals and spoiling them with it. Each experience was drastically different with her daughters, yet they were all positively affected.

“I’m glad you all enjoyed your day with (Y/N).”

Alcina lightly kissed all her daughter’s heads the three beamed at the affection and once Alcina let go of her other two little swarms they all followed her through the house to the kitchen like lost puppies. Alcina entered the kitchen her eyes making contact with the maid in the room.

“I’ll take my wine in the dining room.”

And with that sentence she continued on her way entering the dining room and taking her large seat before looking at her daughters again. Each sat in their seats and as more time passed, she noticed antsy nervous movements from the three.

“Girls…”

Her voice held a questioning tone.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

The words left her lips as the maid entered wine glass and bottle in hand. The maid places the cup on the table beginning to pour as the girls spoke.

“I-We…. Uhhh”

“Woah who is we?”

“Cass just tell her what you did.”

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raises on Alcina’s beautiful face and even the maid grimaces as Cassandra starts her story quickly filling the cup before moving to stand against the wall at the ready. The maids reaction leaves her slightly worried, thinking of all her beautiful vases and priceless paintings that could be destroyed.

“Me and (Y/N) got into an argument when she came to retrieve me from the greenhouse…”

A sigh leaves Cassandra as she decides to just spit it out.

“When she came to get me, I didn’t want to leave I had been trapped in this house for so long I didn’t want to go back so soon but the sun was setting and even the greenhouse was starting to grow colder. She got serious and told me to get in the box NOW and I don’t know what came over me but before I could even catch myself, I yelled back you aren’t my mother, go find someone else’s kids to boss around…”

Another sigh leaves the raven-haired woman regret was written all over her face. She didn’t want to say such a terrible thing to you but maybe she still had small resentment towards you for stealing her mother from her.

“She went silent after that and left; I regretted what I said but I couldn’t chase after her in the cold. Thirty minutes later Remi came to retrieve me from the greenhouse and Dani said (Y/N) locked herself in her game room.”

Remi the maid in question stiffened in her place against the wall worried about her Lady’s rage. A labored breath left Alcina as she fought back the forefront of her initial anger your words echoing in her mind ‘go easier on them they’re young fată drăguţă they get to make mistakes; I sure know we did’.

“(Y/N) has gone out of her way to do anything and everything for you girls since she entered our lives. She has always treated you three as her own as have I and I will NOT tolerate any disrespect towards her. She took you to your favorite place today Cassandra despite the freezing temperatures and the risk she found a way to get you to your favorite place and that is how you repay her?”

Another shaky breath leaves her as her grip tightens on the glass in her hand till it shatters blood wine staining the tablecloth and her dress.

“Leave my sight and I don’t want to see you again until she does.”

Tears threatened to fall from Cassandra’s eyes before she disappeared in her swarm, but her mother’s anger was well deserved she regretted her words deeply and set out to make it up to you. Alcina’s breath is still heavy as Remi quickly moves to clean up what shattered glass and wine she could. Simply grabbing the wine bottle, she stands and quickly leaves the dining room, you now the only thing on her mind. It was near ten in the evening it was your usual game time, so Alcina did not question your absence when her daughters came to greet her but now, she regrets not having instantly investigated your whereabouts. She passes a mirror on her way to your room and has to do a double take quickly returning to the mirror to witness her current state. Blood wine stained her signature white dress, her hair lightly frizzed under her hat and her makeup smudged and faded after her stressful day. A frown set across her lips, and she detoured to your shared bedroom thinking of how displeased you might be with her appearance. She moves through y’alls room fluently drawing a bath as she pulled out her night gown. A short pink strappy thing that usually wouldn’t be her taste but after you mentioned how ‘fucking sexy’ her legs were she started to venture into more daring clothing. She drank her wine in her bath allowing herself to relax a bit before coming to you. When she sat at her vanity after her bath, she gently brushed her damp hair taking in her own appearance. Her face was bare, gloves gone, and an incredible amount of skin showing. In an instant she second guesses her appearance, fully prepared to dress and redo her hair and make-up just to be in your presence but then her eyes lock onto your usual spot on the bed in the mirror. Your familiar smirk would be resting on your lips before you ask her if she knows exactly how breath taking, she is and the thought gives her a boost of confidence. Your yell breaks through the walls as you scream at the game, even sound proofed your impressive shrieks smash through as you yell at your teammates in whatever game you were playing. Your game room only being three doors down made for a quick couple of steps before she found herself knocking at your door. Her ears listen in, hearing the gun shots in your headset from outside the door. She could simply use her skeleton key to let herself in but this game room was your safe space and she didn’t want to break that. A few moments pass by before you scream

“I’M JUST BETTER.”

And laugh at whatever your friends say in response. Alcina patiently knocks again before calling through the door.

“Draga?”

“Hold up guys my old lady is home.”

You say to your friends as you remove your headset. The first time Alcina heard you refer to her as that it caused your first big argument, you tapped into an insecurity you weren’t aware she had and it was a humanizing moment in your eyes. It was one of the only time’s Alcina has ever yelled at you her voice so loud you truly thought she would make you deaf. In the heat of the moment, she was uninterested in your explanation and proceeded not to talk to you for three days. When you finally cornered her in her bedroom at the time you explained how where you come from the term was another way to say girlfriend or wife. Alcina thought it was an excuse and tried to leave but you told her no firmly, it was the first time you slept together. Alcina was surprised at your dominant nature as you took your time worshiping her body making sure she knew exactly how beautiful she was and that you didn’t view her as old, her mature features merely another reason you were attracted to her. Walking to the door you open it with a large smile.

“Hi frumoasa.”

You say with a deep purr as the gorgeous woman bends into the room, you closing and locking the door behind her.

“I didn’t know you were home; I would have met you at the door.”

You say as your eyes hungrily take in all of Alcina before reaching her face with a loving smile. Meeting her puckered lips in a sweet welcoming kiss your hand finds its way to the familiar spot of her right butt check holding it possessively like you always did.

“I haven’t been home long draga don’t worry yourself over it.”

You hum in acknowledgement squeezing her ass lightly before moving back towards the computer. Alcina often joined you in your game room having a small book nook in the opposite corner that she usually lounged at. Muting your mic, you return your attention to your girlfriend breathing in her familiar scent and relaxing into your gaming chair.

“How was your day sweet stuff?”

Alcina had stayed in her spot standing by the door, unsure of how to approach the Cassandra situation without you becoming upset. You were very sensitive when it came to your relationship with her daughters, very aware of how much they meant to Alcina you did everything you could to earn their approval knowing that in order to have a successful relationship with her you needed to have a successful relationship with them. Her daughters were harsh in the beginning not liking the idea of having to share their mothers attention but over the years y’alls relationship had grown. When Daniela first called you Mama you were over the moon, the last few months had been extremely smooth and just when you were finally feeling accepted Cassandra’s words cut you deep. Your eyebrows raised at her silence lighting back up your smoke and turning in your chair you study the woman you love.

“Did Mother Miranda say something to you again? You know I have a mean right hook I could ‘talk’ some sense into her.”

A smile and light chuckle leave her at that, and you smile in response. You look up at Alcina as she approaches and rubs your cheek lightly, you see the very subtle sign of her biting the inside of her lip and you know she’s nervous. Slapping a hand against the side of her thigh then gripping it you ash your smoke before speaking.

“I’m okay frumoasa, you don’t have to worry.”

A furrow appeared on her brow then, she never understood how you could read her after decades of no one seeing through her stoic face.

“I-“

She goes to apologize on Cassandra’s behalf, and you hold your hand up stopping the sentence before it could start.

“I know, and I know she didn’t mean it I just needed to get away a while.”

You say with a soft smile before continuing.

“Now fată drăguţă tell me how your day was.”

At the pet name her façade drops full pout now on her face.

“My day has been atrocious, the winery is behind and now I’ll have to work twice as much next week to make it up and then today at the meeting Mother Miranda chose to reward that damned dirty dog over me, can’t she see I’m the most loyal of those horrendous things she has me consider siblings.”

A light chuckle leaves you as you listen to your nine-foot baby complain about not being the favorite she moves back and forth as she talks animatedly and you can’t help but think about just how much her daughters take after their mom causing your smile to double.

“Awe my poor fată drăguţă, I’m sorry your day was so rough.”

Pulling another drag of your smoke you set the item back down in your ash tray before you stand pulling Alcina against you wrapping her in a tight embrace. Even at your full height your face is buried in her breast, but you would happily suffocate if need be. Alcina is quick to wrap her arms around you, your touch soothing on every piece of her you make contact with and as she holds you close she gains the confidence to release one more fact about her day.

“I missed you tati.”

She whispers against your ear; your once innocent hands fall gripping the well-endowed woman before lightly biting one of her breasts.

“Oh did you now?”

You ask with a cocky tone and the all mighty woman before you can only nod a light purple shading her cheeks.

“Does my fată drăguţă need tati to take care of her?”

An electricity lights beneath her skin at your words.

“Yes tati.”

Alcina lets out, breathing a little harder already.

“Kneel.”

In an instant you are looking down at golden irises and just like this morning, yesterday, and the day before she takes your breath away.

“So eager for tati hmmm?”

You ask before grabbing Alcina by the neck seductively holding her gaze so that she can’t shy away.

“Always.”

Alcina breaths out. Your mouth finds cool pale skin greedily kissing, sucking, and biting at every piece of her neck your marks never stayed longer than an hour, but Alcina cherished them while they lasted. Alcina’s breaths become short, her fresh underwear soaked due to the assault on her neck, and she can’t help the small bit of embarrassment she feels because you’ve barely even touched her. Your hand slides from her neck, rubbing down her chest to grip her large breast before pinching and pulling at her nipples. A moan escapes her mouth, and you seize the opportunity to stick your tongue down her throat, another moan leaves her at the kiss and you swallow it obsessed with the noises she makes. Breaking the kiss your eyes meet her hazy ones and a smirk graces your features.

“Always such a good girl for tati.”

You whisper against her lips loving the way she stares at you and nods. You kiss her again lingering for just a moment before making your way down her body, your lips leaving a buzz on her skin every time they touched. Your lips find their way to the valley between her breast, moving to lick down one breast till you hit her night gown you move to the nipple and bite rather harshly over the fabric, it takes her breath away.

“Lay down fată drăguţă.”

You lean back just enough to allow the large woman to move her legs, laying with her back on the floor the thought of how degrading this truly was crosses Alcina’s mind but the thought is banished the moment you move to be between her legs. They spread eagerly as you bend over her body and your hands find themselves gripping thick thighs while you bend reattaching to her nipple. You suck and lick at her nipple through her gown before moving to the other and giving it equal attention. Her mind races as you have your way with her body, and she can’t help but wish the layer of fabric wasn’t in the way. You bask in how her body responds to you, taking in every one of her little sounds and movements like it might be your last. When you decide your done teasing your mouth almost waters as you proceed to your favorite meal. Kissing lightly down her body over her gown your eyes never leave hers. A light frown is noticeable as you pass over her stomach, she struggled to love this part of herself even with it hidden. Stretch marks and light rolls show her age but you couldn’t get enough of it lifting her gown before biting at the skin there you release just long enough to let out ‘uluitoare’ before continuing your path. You prided yourself in the Romanian you’d learned over the years and the affect it had on Alcina never failed to amaze you. Alcina’s thigh spread wider as you finally reach your destination. Your hands grip milky thighs biting and marking until light whines are leaving Alcina. She wants to tell you to hurry up, to stop teasing her and put your mouth where she needs you but you hold the power here and speaking out of turn would only promise punishment and while punishment sounded great she needed you now desperately so she kept her mouth shut panting, moaning, and whining until you decided she would get what she deserved. A smirk graces your face as you look at Alcina’s underwear appreciating the growing wet spot before licking her underwear a loud moan filled the room at the slight contact and Alcina’s hips buck to try and follow your mouth.

“Haven’t I taught you to be patient fată drăguţă? Or do you need a reminder?”

Alcina’s head quickly shakes not wanting you to stop and you bite the inside of her thigh dangerously close to where she needs you.

“Words.”

A moan leaves her at your antics before her voice follows.

“No tati.”

“Fata buna.”

Another shock of electricity runs up Alcina’s spine at your words and she doesn’t break eye contact as you bite her underwear pulling the down with your teeth. If Alcina was wet before she was surly gushing now, you stop at the knee her legs much to long for you to go all the way down when pretty pink lips were glistening at you between her legs. Your arms push her legs up as you lick your lips.

“Hold these up for me baby, let daddy enjoy her meal.”

Another loud moan fills the air and as soon as big hands grip her legs you dive in pulling her lips apart before licking up all of her arousal. You both collectively moan as you begin to devour her like a three-course meal, sucking hard on her clit and lightly biting before moving to tongue fuck her and drink up her juices Alcina’s moans bounce off the walls and into your ears like music. It isn’t long before curse words are leaving her mouth in Romanian and her legs are shaking around you.

“Please…”

Alcina begs, and three years ago had you told her she’d be laying on the floor of her home completely at mercy to you begging for her release she would of sliced you to ribbons and made you into the newest batch of her Sanguis Virginis yet her she was. You lift slapping her wet center.

“Please what? You know tati needs you to be specific.”

She moans before continuing.

“Please I need to cum, I’ve been a fata buna.”

You hum as if considering her words even though you wanted her to cum in your mouth just as much as she wanted to.

“Cum then fată drăguţă.”

You return to your previous activities slurping her up like the fine wine she was and only a few moments pass before her legs straighten and back arches as her release takes ahold of her body. You eagerly lap up every bit of her juices before pulling back and sitting up licking your lips with a devilish smirk on your face. Alcina’s legs fall as they loose their strength and you take in the beautiful sight before you for a moment before rising to your feet.

“Come fată drăguţă, lets get you to bed.”

Alcina hums before sitting up, blushing at the wet spots on her night gown and her underwear still halfway down her legs. Gripping her chin lightly you pull her attention to you before meeting her lips in a deep kiss. Another involuntary moan leaves Alcina as she tastes herself on your lips and an extra wave of arousal passes over her body. Biting her bottom lip before breaking the kiss you smile at the woman before you.

“Te iubesc.”

You say while staring into her eyes and the words make Alcina’s heart flutter in her chest.

“Si eu te iubesc draga.”

She lightly responds holding your hip. Your smile brightens before you tuck one of Alcina’s slightly messy curls behind her ear. You lay another light kiss on her lips before before tapping your thumb against her cheek.

“Up. Bedtime.”

With that you turn, cutting off your gaming computer as Alcina pulls back up her underwear before standing on only slightly shaky legs. You cut off the light before unlocking and opening the door for Alcina, she bends through, and you follow closely behind closing the door before wrapping a familiar arm around her hip holding her close as you walked the few steps to your shared bedroom door. Opening the door for her again you enjoy the view as she bends through the door and can’t help but land a smack against her butt as she passes you. The older woman let out a huff as if displeased but you knew she liked the attention. Alcina heads right to the bed crawling into the covers as you enter the closet pulling out your sleep shorts and a sports bra, a chuckle leaves your lips as you remember the first time you met Alcina and her distaste for your clothing. The first time she saw you in your sports bra a look of horror passed her face as she questioned you on what the unattractive fabric even was. You wash up quick eager to return to the woman you wish you never had to spend a second away from and the thought of the ring you have hidden away inside your computer to assure its safety fills your thought. You smile to yourself as you dress and lotion, you’d never been this happy before hell you never even thought of yourself as one for marriage but you couldn’t picture a happy version of your life without Alcina and from the day three months ago when she took you to the frozen lake and you starred at her side profile as the sunset you knew you wanted to marry her. Returning to the bedroom the lights are off the only light filling the room being the bright fire in the fireplace keeping the area warm. A yawn left your lips as you crawled into bed, snuggling into the front of your woman Alcina’s arms wraps around you as you throw an arm over her, pulling her leg over your hip before once again gripping her butt cheek possessively causing a relaxed hum to leave Alcina at the familiar position and it doesn’t take long for you both to fall asleep. A loud knock almost bang wakes you from your deep slumber and you let out an angry sigh at the early awakening, you were not a morning person by any means, and you hated more than anything to be woken up. Ignoring the knock in hope that they’ll just go away you relax back into the bed pulling Alcina’s body flush against yours cursing the slight separation that had transpired in your sleep. Another loud knock echoes in the room causing you to audibly groan, a chuckle leaving the woman in front of you at your antics and you just huff in response. Alcina’s arms unwrap from around you as she stretches before trying to pull her leg from over your hip. You grip her tightly letting out what could only be considered a growl as she tries to pull away from you and the noise causes the woman to laugh.

“They won’t go away draga.”

You only groan again before letting Alcina go turning away angrily in the bed. Another chuckle leaves the woman as she stands, and you bury your face in the pillows in hopes of finding another few hours of sleep. Alcina opens the door to Bela and Daniela smiling at her daughters.

“Good morning, Daughters.”

Alcina’s sweet voice fills the room as if she hadn’t woken up mere moments ago and her daughters beam rushing in to hug their mother.

“Good morning, Mother.”

They say in unison before swarming to you, feeling the body weights on top of yours you groan while the two laugh at your bad mood.

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

“Good morning, Mama.”

You merely hum in acknowledgement not moving from your spot buried deep in the pillows.

“Cassandra would like to apologize now (Y/N) if your up for it.”

Bela says and you raise your head glancing at the grandfather clock in the room seeing it’s 7:15 in the morning

Couldn’t she wait till at least nine?

You think to yourself but sit up in bed anyway.

“Alright.”

You say with a yawn your voice deep and scruffy from sleep, rubbing your face before messing with your frizzy bed hair. In an instant the two swarm out the open door, your eyes follow lazily before moving back to Alcina. You point at the bed wanting her to return, the proximity between your bodies much to far for so early in the morning and another light chuckle leaves the woman at your behavior. Alcina grabs you a shirt before her long legs allow her to cross the room in seconds, the bed dips as Alcina sits at the edge of the bed before leaning over to you and placing a light kiss against your lips as she hands you the shirt.

“Good morning, draga.”

She whispers against your lips, and you hum content as you throw the shirt over your head.

“Good morning, superba.”

You lay your head on Alcina’s thigh closing your eyes as she begins to scratch at your scalp. Light buzzing in your ears is all the warning you get before your three daughters solidify in the room. Opening your eyes you sit up turning your full attention to Cassandra who is standing slightly behind her sisters with her head down still as equally embarrassed and ashamed as yesterday. A few moments of silence pass as Cassandra’s nerves get the best of her but a clear from Alcina’s throat and a quick glance at both your soft expressions is enough to break her out of her stupor. Clearing her throat she steps forward in front of her sisters looking straight at you.

“(Y/N) I…..”

She sighs and you can see how disappointed she truly is with herself.

“I can not express how sorry I am for the words I said yesterday. I did not mean a single one of them I was cranky about having to return to the castle but that is no excuse for the way I spoke to you. You have been nothing but good to all of us and I wanted to prove how much you truly mean to me.”

A blush crosses the young woman’s face as she extends her hand. You raise an eyebrow but put your hand out under hers waiting to receive whatever the raven-haired woman held.

“I wanted to let you know that despite my actions I love you (Y/N) and consider you apart of this family.”

Your bottom lip trembles as Cassandra places a small version of the Dimitrescu crest in your hands and your other hand comes up to cover your mouth.

“I hope you can accept my apology and don’t mind if I refer to you as Mama from now on.”

A sob broke out of you at her words, and you quickly try to rub the tears away but a body crashes into yours before you get to far. Cassandra has never physically touched you on her own accord and the hug takes you by surprise hesitating only a moment before you wrap your arms back around the woman.

“I am so sorry mama.”

You hold her tight allowing a few tears to fall before responding.

“It’s okay little swarm, I’ll always forgive you.”

Two more bodies surround you and you pull all three girls as close as your arms allow before all four of you are wrapped in the arms of Alcina.

“I love you all my familie perfecta.”

You say before kissing each girl’s heads then Alcina’s lips. They all echo the words back snuggling deeper into the hug and you can’t help but think how perfect your life is. Gunshots break the warming family moment and before anyone can speak Alcina’s phone rings and there’s only one person that could be.

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lightning-bringer · 2 years

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I want to see reactions of Thresh and Aatrox being surprised kissed by their s/o and said s/o teasing them by pretending nothing happened and kept doing it.

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Aatrox being surprised kissed by his S/O

Okay so Aatrox in not used to affection, and I’m not talking about sex or things like that, he literally isn’t used to affection, so he always has interesting reactions when he has his hand held or is hugged

Like making a face as if he smelled something weird. He’s not uncomfortable, just trying to understand what this feels like

Sooo, if he is surprised kissed, in a moment he was not warned about the affection... 404 error not found

He just... stares. With a huge frown on his face as if he’s very angry, and Aatrox simply doesn’t move, he’s mouth is parted and he’s looking so angry (he’s not. He just doesn’t know how to process good things)

Meanwhile his head is literally like “disgusting... do it again”

If you manage to stay serious and not laugh at him, just look Aatrox in the eyes and ask

“What’s wrong?”

He probably can’t blush but if he could, damn. He is processing knew feelings and you’re pretending like nothing happened! What is this treachery?!

Proceeds to be dramatic

“What is this kind of thing? Not satisfied with the excessive hand holding?! You also have to... to...” (uncomprehensive sounds)

(Secretly Aatrox is a little shocked that you manage to catch him by surprise, and he will say you should be more careful about trying to surprise a Darkin, you might get hurt)

(you won’t)

You’d think that if the surprise kisses became more common his reaction would be less dramatic, but it’s the same every time. He looks so offended while being completely baffled. Every. Single. Time

It’s wild how a giant evil darkin can look so adorable because of a surprise kiss, but unannounced affection is Aatrox’s weakness and you just found that

Thresh being surprised kissed by his s/o

This man is a little shit, and I say that with affection, but it’s true.

And so, he is the tease amongst the teasers. You can’t out do the doer, you know?

So if somehow Thresh manages to be caught by surprise and have a kiss stolen, he would smirk in amusement and lift an eyebrow, chuckling slightly

Even more amused when he realizes you’re pretending nothing happened. He’d lift your chin to look him in the eyes and whisper

“Are you sure you want to play this game?”

IT’S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO TRY TO TEASE A SADIST

It would turn into a metaphorical war between Thresh and you. Every time he was caught by surprise with a kiss, he’d smirk knowingly and play along, also pretending nothing happened aside the smile

But as sure as the sun rises, he would do something back to you in “revenge”, his teases always increasingly strong and obvious

Still, he finds it very amusing and even a little bit cute, and he doesn’t want you to stop, but Thresh’s also a man who would never stay behind his lover in anything, so he will try to out do you little stolen kisses every time

Catch him in a slightly bad day and steal a kiss from him PRETENDING NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER... I don’t want this to take a NSFW turn ‘cause it wasn’t in the request my man would hold your face, kiss you strongly with a snarl and say

“Don’t play dumb with me pet”

I’ll say it again he’s a little shit... be ready

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Chained

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Thresh x F!Summoner

Wordcount: 2815

Tags: Bondage, dub con elements (but it's consensual as always), spanking

Summary: Thresh overhears you talking with another Summoner and gets some ideas.

"So I can chain you up, and do whatever I want with you?" were the first things that came out of Thresh' mouth after he overheard a little conversation you had with a fellow Summoner. Said Summoner was a friend of yours, and you had told them about your latest escapades. After talking about the ones you've had, conversation happened upon who you'd like to do dirty things with next, and Thresh had been one of the Champions named.

Of course the sadistic wraith was just around the fucking corner when you'd talked about that.

"Um, hi Thresh." you stuttered, shakily turning around to face the man. He towered intimidatingly over you, and you shrunk back a bit. "That's a bit forward don't you think?"

Fuck you. That was very forward and... true. But also, what the fuck Thresh, your friend was right there!

"Take me out for dinner first."

He snorted and rounded the corner, leaving but a promise behind.

"I'm in trouble aren't I?" you said to your friend after Thresh had left the premises, but they just made a face that was the in real life equivalent of the eyes emoji.

"Sounds like the opposite of trouble to me, love," They said, and gave a thumbs up, "Tell me your secret, will you?"

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You went back to your quarters after having said goodbye to said friend. It was good talking to fellow Summoners, especially after your last weeks had been occupied by thoughts (and more) of just Champions.

The door opened after you scanned an ID, and you stepped into the room. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Everything went dark a second after...

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A pull at your arms made you wake up, trying to make sense of the darkness around you. Candles were the only thing lighting the room you were in, casting the shape that was hovering over you in an ominous glow.

"What the... Thresh? Is that you?"

A chuckle was your answer, and you groaned. 'Sounds like the opposite of trouble',your friend had said. Well, they were wrong. They were... SO. VERY. wrong.

You could only hope Thresh had pleasure in mind for both of you and not just for himself.

"Why am I bound, Thresh? What are you planning?"

Your eyes had finally gotten used to the darkness in the room and you could make Thresh' skeletal face out perfectly now. He looked smug. Then again, he always did.

"It is awful being bound, isn't it, little one. However, unlike the way that I am bound I am willing to make this little... endeavour fun for you." his voice dropped to a purr, "If you let me, of course."

A snort escaped your mouth. "You're not really the type to ask for permission. What happened to that?"

He sighed. "You are, despite everything, a Summoner. How about you take it how it is before I change my mind about my approach, hm?"

"Or what?" you were feeling rebellious, suddenly. Yes, Thresh was super sexy, and you could totally submit to him, but you didn't want to. You wanted him to work for it. "What are you gonna do about it?"

So far he'd taken the easy route, getting you bound while you were out (which was a dick move on his part), so now he'd have to earn your submission.

He seemed to frown, but the smugness was soon back on his face. "Oh, you're gonna fight me? Very well, we can play the game like that. We'll see who breaks first."

"You."

He grabbed your chin, leaning down to gaze into your eyes. You stuck out your tongue at him cheekily, watching his glowing eyes follow the appendage before snapping back to your eyes. He didn't seem too pleased with how you kept your gaze steady, and dropped your chin, opting instead to put a strand of hair behind your ear gently. The only gentle act he was gonna perform tonight you were sure.

"Oh, y/n," he purred, and you shivered at the use of your name, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." A blindfold obscured your vision as you tried to get away from it to no avail. Your vision was robbed from you together with your ability to move. Despite your struggles you were curious and eager to see where he'd take it. Secretly you were throbbing inside the flimsy fabric of...

...just your panties? Did you feel that right? Had you been just in your underwear all this time?

"Did you undress me as well, you piece of shit?" you asked, trying to pinpoint by sound where the wraith was, but you were unable to. Instead you scowled into the nothing, expecting a prompt answer from Thresh. He replied with merely a chuckle, his cold breath hitting you from behind.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he mocked your earlier words. A cold hand made its way up your leg, ghosting over your skin and landing under your bra, a clawed finger inching its way under the fabric. "Such a rebellious little thing. So ready to be broken." You shivered, his words going straight to your core. You trembled against the touch, trying to move away, but failing, showing your true feelings to the chain warden as you arched against his claw.

"I won't be broken that easily," you said, ignoring your treacherous body, "You'll give up long before that."

His claws dug into your skin, making you yelp. With a tearing sound you realized he had sliced your bra of.

With just his hands.

"Fuck." you muttered.

"I'm willing to take that bet, little Summoner. You will be begging for me before the end."

"Sure," you scoffed, as if you weren't already dangerously close, "Do your worst."

You really had to say it like that, huh? Oh well, you couldn't take it back now. Hopefully he took it in a sexual way, and not in a torture kind of way. He was gonna be sadistic either way, you were sure about it.

"Oh, I am planning to. However, first you need some punishment for your bad behaviour."

Well, there it was. The sadism you were dreading.

"You might be a Summoner, but that doesn't mean you can get away with everything, Y/N." the little mention of your name in his cold voice had you throb a little harder once again. Shit, so far every time he had said your name you had gotten hornier. Better not show him, lest he take advantage of it...

"I can smell your arousal." was all he said, and he chuckled. "You're much more desperate than you let on, little one. But that's okay. I will soothe your pesky rebellion soon enough."

His hands went to your panties now, and you flinched away as you heard him tear the fabric. Well, there went your last line of defence. The cold air in the room made hit your wet pussy and made you shiver, and you did your best to not let out the moan as you heard Thresh inhale and chuckle at the sight appreciatively, murmuring something along the lines of 'good girl'. He then retreated from your body.

The sound of his steps indicated to you where he was, even though you couldn't see him, and you realized that you had not looked around the room properly when you first came to.

Damn it, you had the worst survival skills. Just assuming you were in Thresh' room you tried to guess what he was doing right now. You heard him rummage a few steps from you, and when he made a low humming sound it seemed had found whatever he was looking for.

"Okay, little Summoner. I have two options for you... Either you swallow your meaningless pride and start begging for release or my dick, or I will execute your punishment."

"Fuck yourself, Thresh." you answered instantly.

"So be it." was his reply as you heard him walk behind you once again. "Last chance."

You kept your mouth shut, ready for your punishment, whatever it may be. You heard a little snap from behind before a harsh slap against your ass made you yelp out in pain. Fuck! The bastard had a leather whip!

"Shit, what the fuck!" you yelped, but Thresh shushed you.

"How about you keep count instead? Let's count to 10 first, shall we."

"Fuck you!"

"Ah, I didn't catch what number that was, so I'm assuming we're nowhere yet, y/n. Was this the first hit of the 10? Who knows. Better start counting quick or else I'm gonna keep going..."

A loud slap resounded as he hit you again, and you keened. Unwilling to take this punishment forever you decided to start counting anyways.

"Shit! Two!"

"Good girl. I knew you could listen."

"Fuck y-" SLAP. "THREE!"

Shit, he got you- He got you to submit!

Still, you wouldn't beg, not quite yet!

You counted all the way to ten, and were panting and shivering at the end. Shit, first you had realized fear could make you horny, and now pain as well? You blamed yourself for being a freak, Thresh' soft stroking of your abused cheeks between hits, the words he said and the purr of his voice in your ear as he punished you. Sweat ran down your back as you heard the wraith coo at you from behind, his face nudged into your neck.

"There, there, little one. There would have been no need for this had you listened." he cooed, but you could hear the sadistic glee in his voice. You realized by judging the sound of him that he was quite possibly more affected than you had realized earlier, and the thought made you grin despite the pain. The blindfold had slipped down your face at the earlier punishment, and you were glad you were at least able to see a bit again, despite the low light.

"Was that all?" you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady, "Tsk, that was only enough to stoke the flames inside of me a little more, Thresh. Nothing more, nothing less. Did you want me to beg from just this?"

You lied, of course, your pussy was throbbing and wetness was practically leaking from you at this point. You heard the breath catch in his throat, and in the back of your mind you wondered why he even took breaths, since he was undead. He chuckled, composing himself. Your stubborn will was much stronger than he'd anticipated, and truth to be told, he had been quite worked up from the start.

He wouldn't have brought you here if he wasn't at least a little interested in you, and at this point interest didn't even begin to cover it. He was obsessed with having you, had been for a while, and this was his chance. If only he'd get you to submit!

His garb was starting to get uncomfortably tight, as he stayed far away from you to not make you feel how affected he was, but he realized you probably knew anyways, and he growled to himself.

When had he become so weak?

"Oh, tough little one, aren't you?" His clawed hands caressed your sides, one hand finding its way to your thighs, passing by your pussy as if he had no interest in it. He grabbed the meat of your leg, lifting it up and sideways as much as your bound feet would allow, showing off your skin that glistened with arousal. "But your mouth and body are telling me two different things." He gathered the arousal from between your lips now, and you couldn't help but let out a little mewl at his touch. He chuckled in your burning ear and brought his hand up to inspect it. "Beautiful."

From the corner of your eye you saw his jaw open, and a long ghostly tongue come out to lick the wetness from his fingers carefully. Slowly savouring the taste of you. Your eyes met, and when he chuckled once again you realized how desperate you must've looked. Brows furrowed, mouth open, eyes pleading. You cursed under your breath, trying to look away, but he grabbed your chin tightly, tilting your face back to look at him. His skeletal face touched yours in something that could be called a chaste little kiss, but he pulled away almost instantly, a pleased sigh escaping him as your lips followed when he retreated.

He had you absolutely wrapped around his clawed fingers, and you cursed yourself for your weakness.

Unbeknownst to you he was thinking the exact same thing, as he was holding himself back from ravishing you right here and then. He couldn't, not until he'd broken your spirit and made you beg.

But his patience was wearing so thin, he was surely at the limit of his control.

One of you would have to cave in first.

You shook your head, desperate to take control back despite being bound and at his mercy.

"Look at you," you started, "The Chain Warden himself, shivering at the thought of having a mere Summoner. You want me so bad, you can't take it that I'm still resisting."

His face snapped to yours, and true enough he realized his hands weren't as steady as he thought, still caressing your sides, but twitching once in a while. His nails had started to dig into your skin, and he retreated them as if stung.

A mistake.

You grinned widely at him, trying to turn your body his way a little more. "But I haven't begged yet... Why continue this farce, Thresh? Why not give into what you want, and beg me for permission instead? After all, inside of the Rift control is mine, why would it be so different outside of it?"

"You..." he hissed, grabbing your chin once more, digging in his nails threateningly, but you took the moment of his closeness to once again bridge the gap between your mouths, smashing your lips against his sharp teeth.

"Shut up, and just kiss me," you murmured against him as you widened your legs as much as you could, rubbing against his crotch as you finally realized just how badly he wanted you. A groan came from both of you, and he finally kissed back, tongues entwining as both of you forgot about the power play for a second and just chased the feeling of pleasure. He grabbed you by the back of your head, pulling you closer still, invading your mouth with a toe curling kiss that stole your breath away.

"I'll take that as permission from your end, Summoner," he said smugly as you broke apart, but at this point you didn't even care anymore. You felt how hot and hard he was against your core, and you couldn't wait any longer to have him inside of you. This whole shitshow had lasted long enough.

"Just fuck me already..." you were panting, trying your best to rub yourself against Thresh' arousal as he rutted back into you.

"One word, Summoner," he teased, finally getting what he wanted, but not getting a full victory, since he lost control of himself much easier than he wished.

"...fuck... Please Thresh, I need your dick inside of me," you whined, and he didn't let you ask twice. In an instant he had freed his dick, that was ghostly green just like his tongue, but it was throbbing and big and your mouth watered at the sight. He wasted no time lining himself up, and slowly pushed inside. It was a tight fit because of how your feet were bound fairly close together, but you were so wet he almost fully bottomed out first thrust.

You moaned, face against the Wraith's chest, as you felt it vibrate from his chuckle.

"Poor dear, your stubbornness made you suffer so long... If only you'd begged from the start, this would have been yours much ear-hmm..."

You frowned and tightened your muscles around him in the middle of his sentence, making him groan.

"Enough talking," you huffed, biting deeply into the fabric of his clothing, hoping your teeth would touch him as well. He slapped your sore ass for that, but started a rough pace. Both of you too worked up to take it slow. Your breaths and moans mingled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and you were quick to come with a loud cry, tightening around Thresh who stilled and cursed some words you didn't understand under his breath.

"Tell me that you didn't, ahh, didn't want this earlier as well, Thresh," you sobbed as you came down from your high, "You were torturing yourself as much as you weAHH! shiiiit..-" He started his rough pace again, cutting you off. His large hand found its way around your neck, applying slight pressure.

He hissed at you, but his hips faltered. You threw your head back and looked deep into his eyes, showing your neck to him as he tightened grip further. The sight of you, so vulnerable under him brought him over the edge with an ancient curse hissed from between his teeth, and the hot cum that filled you triggered your second orgasm, crying out your pleasure into the dark room.

Turns out you were in trouble for sure, but not the trouble you had initially thought.

Maybe next time you'd chain Thresh up instead.

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kindredjoy · 15 days

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Biografi Champion

Daftar di bawah ini disusun berdasarkan abjad. Konten bisa bertambah seiring waktu.

Caitlyn | Camille | Cassiopeia | Cho'Gath | Corki

Darius | Diana | Dr. Mundo | Draven

Ekko | Elise | Evelynn | Ezreal

Fiddlesticks | Fiora | Fizz

Hecarim | Heimerdinger | Hwei

Illaoi | Irelia | Ivern

Olaf | Orianna | Ornn

Pantheon | Poppy | Pyke

Qiyana | Quinn

Udyr | Urgot

Warwick | Wukong

Xayah | Xerath | Xin Zhao

Yasuo | Yone | Yorick | Yuumi

Zac | Zed | Zeri | Ziggs | Zilean | Zoe | Zyra

#league of legends #wild rift #league of legends wild rift

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e-m-christina · 3 years

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The Lady Of The Rings

CHAPTER ONE

SUMMARY: Y/n, a ranger from the North is called upon by Gandalf to join the Fellowship. Just as Y/n settles into the group and begins to form feelings for Legolas Greenleaf, things take a nasty turn.

PAIRING: LEGOLAS x READER

MASTERLIST

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One Week Ago:

The hills rolled like a casually laid eiderdown quilt, rising and falling in soft waves. If the earth had a pulse it rose through the mountains, creating their bold silhouette against the early morning sky.

The salty sea air whipped Y/n's plaid hair backwards as she stared in awe at the beautiful views. Just under a huge, lush green mountain, lay what looked like a village, bustling with hundreds of people. It reminded her of her own home country - rolling mountains and glimmering greenery - though most of the time it was buried under a foot of snow.

Gandalf The Grey, an old friend of hers, had summoned her to the East in a 'matter of exceptional urgency.' Though he failed to mention what that matter of urgency was and instead said that he would explain it all when she landed on the docks of Rhün.

"In the name of Odin, will you wake up and get ready to dock!" Y/n yelled, kicking her crew awake. She grabbed an oar and tossed it to one of the sleeping men. By the Gods, those men were useless.

Awaiting on the closest dock, Y/n could make out the figure of a tall grey man wearing a pointy hat. It was Gandalf. A rare smile formed on Y/n's face. Whatever Gandalf had in store was surely going to be quite the adventure - that much she knew.

Present Day

Mist lay thick on the ground, concealing the puddles of mud that splashed up Y/n's legs as she trudged down the forest path. She was travelling to the town of Bree - on the instruction of Gandalf. She was supposed to be on the lookout for Hobbits. A small and very hungry race of people but the most welcoming folk you will come across in those parts of the world.

The town drew closer and closer until the sound of village-like chatter became unmistakable. Y/n came to a stop in front of a large wooden gate and looked over her shoulder with a shiver. Something was out there, lurking in the darkness of the forest.

Ever since she arrived at the shores of this land, she could feel the darkness - it was a cold, heavy pit in her stomach. Gandalf had informed her of what hunted the Hobbits she was supposed to protect - the nine Nazgul of Mordor.

"Who's there! What do you want?" A voice yelled over the thundering rain. A small window on the gate slid open, revealing the face of a drenched and wind-worn old man.

"My identity is my own business, but I wish to stay at the Inn of The Prancing Pony," Y/n said, glancing back at the woodland, doubting whether he had actually heard her over the torrential downpour of rain.

"No need to be hasty, young lady. It's my business to ask questions after nightfall." The old man said, creaking the gate open for entry.

***

Y/n walked up a gentle slope, passing a few detached houses and drew up outside the inn. Even from the outside, the inn looked like a welcoming and warm establishment. The door was open and light streamed out of it. Above the arch was a lamp, and beneath it swung a large signboard: a fat white pony reared up on its hind legs. Over the door was painted in white letters: The Prancing Pony owned by Barliman Butterbur. Many of the lower window curtains were swept shut, yet an orange glow seemed to be emitted from them.

Y/n hesitated on the thresh-hold. Would she be able to find the Hobbits in a packed pub like this? What would happen if she couldn't? Her mind wandered to Gandalf again. He said he wouldn't be able to make it to the inn in time, but he seemed worried. Y/n just wished he had told her where he was going.

Someone singing a merry song broke through her thoughts and instantly many more cheerful voices joined loudly in the chorus.

"There is an inn, a merry old inn, beneath an old grey hill. And there brew a beer so brown, that the Man of the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill!"

Y/n went forward, ducking under the arch and nearly bumped into a short fat man with a bald head and a red face. He had a white apron on and was carrying a tray laden with full mugs.

"Good evening, madam." He said, motioning for Y/n to follow him through the busy pub to a table in the corner of the room. "What may you be wanting?"

"Single bed and mead if you have it," Y/n said, shedding her wolf-skin coat and peeling off her cloak from underneath. She threw the soggy garments on the ground next to the crackling fire and crashed onto the cushioned chair, propping her feet on the table.

"I'm sure I can manage to find a room, though we do not have any, er... mead." The man said, looking rather taken aback by Y/n's lack of table manners. Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. I will have whatever they are having." Y/n prodded a finger towards the table next to hers.

"Alright, I'll just write that down. We get a lot of foreign folks, but I haven't heard your accent before. You'll forgive me for asking where you are from?" The man asked, craning to get a look at the order of food from the next table.

"A ranger and warrior from the North," Y/n said, but the waiter didn't seem satisfied.

"A ranger and warrior? Which part?"

"Kattegat, in Norway," Y/n muttered, growing tired of the questioning. The waiter let out a mix between a gasp and a squeak.Y/n was sure she could hear him mutter 'heathen' under his breath.

"O-oh right. I will get that prepared. What name should I put you down as?" The waiter asked, backing away from the table. Before Y/n could answer, her attention was drawn to the door that swung open, revealing four very small and very drenched looking figures.

***

As Frodo gulped his half-pint beer, he became aware of a strange-looking weather-beaten lady, sitting in the shadows near the wall.

She was listening in on their conversation. She had a tankard in front of her and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe that had runes carved onto it. Her legs stretched out in front of her, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted her well, but had seen much wear and were caked in mud. As soon as Frodo and the other Hobbits had arrived, she had pulled a wolf-skin cloak over her, overshadowing her face; but the gleam of her eyes could be seen as she watched the four Hobbits.

"Who is that?" Frodo asked when he got a chance to whisper to Mr Butterbur, the owner and main server of the inn.

"Her?" The landlord whispered, cocking an eye without turning his head. "I served her just before you came in. She comes from Norway, you know the country where those heathen Vikings come from?" Butterbur said and Frodo almost dropped his mug.

Why would someone from there be watching him? He shivered - what if she was a servant of Sauron? Slight panic set in and Frodo shot a look at Sam.

"Oi, did this Viking lady give a name, sir?" Sam asked, looking at Mr Butterbur.

"Not a real one, no. Only a nickname."

***

Y/n noticed the dark-haired Hobbit, who she guessed was the one named Frodo, the bearer of the ring ask the landlord something.

They both looked her way before going back into conversing with one another. She should introduce herself, she thought. Gandalf wanted her to look after them and that is exactly what she would do. Before she got the chance to stand up, one of the blond Hobbits by the bar started talking rather loudly.

"Aye, Frodo Baggins, he's over there. My cousin twice removed on his mother's side that is-'' The Hobbit was cut off by Frodo, who had launched himself from his seat and tackled the Hobbit. Unfortunately, Frodo slipped and landed on his back with a thud.

And for a split second, Y/n saw a streak of gold glimmer in the air - that was it! That was the one ring. Y/n's jaw dropped. As soon as the ring slid back onto Frodo's finger, he vanished. Y/n elbowed her way through the ruckus of the crowd - whom had hardly noticed the disappearance of Frodo. But Y/n kept watching. Within seconds, Frodo reappeared, laying on the ground, pale as a ghost. This was Y/n's chance. She slipped forward, unseen by anyone else and grabbed the Hobbit by his shoulder.

"You draw too much attention to yourself, Mr Bagins." Y/n dragged him up the nearest flight of stairs and shoved the protesting Frodo into one of the spare rooms.

"What do you want?" Frodo asked, scrambling to his feet as Y/n drew the curtains shut.

"A little more caution from you, that is no trinket you carry," Y/n whispered, checking under the bed.

"I carry nothing." Frodo backed up to the door, clutching his chest. Y/n's eyes followed his movements carefully. So, he keeps the ring round his neck?

"Indeed," Y/n said. "I can avoid being seen if I wish." She said, putting out the candles with a damp thumb. "But to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift." Y/n spun around and shoved down her hood, revealing her face for the first time to the Hobbit.

"Who are you?" Frodo asked. Y/n was surprised at how calm he was - no, she was annoyed about how calm he was.

"Do you know what hunts you?" Y/n asked, dodging Frodo's question.

"No..."

"Are you frightened?"

"Y-yes?"

"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you-" Y/n was cut off by a creaking at the door. At once she spun around, unsheathing her axe from her belt.

"Back off, or I'll have you on shanks!" A chunky Hobbit burst through the door, bearing his fists. Behind him followed two more, clutching a candle-bra and a decrepit stool. It was a comical sight, to say the least. Y/n couldn't help but feel taken aback by the bravery of the Halflings, no matter how pathetic they looked.

"You have a stout heart, little Hobbit. But that will not save you." Y/n said, sliding her axe back into the belt, before turning back to Frodo,

"We can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. The Nine are coming. I could feel their presence before I even stepped foot in this town."

"How are we meant to trust you?" Frodo asked as the three other Hobbits flocked to his sides.

"Gandalf sent me. I know that isn't much proof for you trust me. But if you want to survive the night, you need to follow my instructions." Y/n paused momentarily, watching their faces process her words before continuing. "The Nine will surely attack tonight, so I have made a plan - that is if you are willing to listen?" Y/n said. She made it sound like a proposal, but there was no way in Valhalla that she would let them leave without her by their side.

She swore an oath to Gandalf that she would keep them safe, and if a Viking makes a promise, you can be sure they will carry it out - even if it kills them.

"I am willing to listen, but what should we call you?" Frodo asked, ignoring the stouter blond Hobbits protests by muttering and shaking his head.

"You can call me Strider."

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Posted: 15th Oct 2021

I hope you enjoyed it, part 2 is coming soon! Requests are open!

#legolas #legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfic #the hobbit #fanfic #romance

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