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herequeerexitentialfear · 3 days

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1, 4 and 19 for Celia and Cecio (and if you think anyone else would be fun to answer!)

ooh tyyy! exelent questions [this got longgg. warning for mentions of Conficcare & Ramettos homophobic & transphobic mum]

1, What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Celia:

Hmm. this ones hard, memories tend to be integral to Celia- the good the bad and the ugly, and are so often nessasery to her & her knowledge of other people that she wouldn't want to forget them for fear of losing understanding. the things that have caused her the most pain to remember are also memories she needs to remember, needs to be aware of the pain.

there are too many memories of her friends faces grieving her actions to count, but she needs to remember them all to remember the consequences of her choices. It hurts deep inside every time she failed Cecio, every time she hurt him, but she needs to remember to learn. she hates remembering who her mother was in the least few months of her life, no longer able to act strong for her children, but Celia would never lose a second of memory of her mother just to ease that pain.

the things Celia would rather forget, memories she deems unnecessary, are so stretched out over time an in so many little pieces that no one memory would rid her of the pain.

Cecio:

There's too many to count. like Celia, he would not get rid of the precious memories he has of his mother, but hes not as cautious with her about needing to remember the lessons learned from his worst mistakes and life moments. still, he spends enough time obscuring those memories.

the moment he would be most tempted to forget would be the look on Celia's face when he threw away his chance at a future. the moment[s] he most often wishes he could erase from his memory were all the times he believed in the good of the world.

sometimes, after Celia is dead and buried, he wishes he could forget everything, or even just kill his emotions, so he wouldn't feel so beholden to Rametto and Amelia and their futures & successes, wishes he could take the money and run instead of watching these kids [and oh god his sister and her friends were just kids] take what Celia spent her whole life building and working towards and being better than her.

but at the same time he knows he would hate himself, that for all it hurts he loves seeing these brats [only three years younger than him] continue and surpass his sister, using what she gave them, and reaching new heights with how they make it their own.

Conficcare:

Conficcare wishes he could forget one night when he was very young, dangerously ill with a fever, and his mum sung all though the night to try and calm him, and in between told him how she wished he would grow up and have the freedom and security to be whoever he wanted to be.

His mother is deeply homophobic & transphobic and he hates this memory for humanizing her to him, and for her hypocrisy. he knows deep down shes scared of how differences are treated and how hard it is to be different, and is uneducated, but for all he can personally resent her for how she tried to dissuade him from being queer 'for his own good, think of what the neighbors would say about our family' he cannot forgive her for how she was starting to say the same things to a young Rametto- and for all Rametto hates Conficcare from taking them away from the rest of the family and minimizing their contact with their own mother- Conficcare was ultimately proven right when Rametto reached out behind their brothers back and was greeted with nothing but vile transphobia and bigotry from their mother.

he hates that it happened, even as he knows Rametto deserved to make his own choice, and even more he hates that he understands his mother and her motivations- or at least how she justified it to herself- and wishes he could just see her a a miserable old bigoted bitch and not a complicated person

Those got long! quickfire round!

4, When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Celia: changed over time, freeze then fawn then fight. now its back to freeze but in a cooler more mature way [totally] [well more of a right lets calculate exactly what i can do]

Cecio: Fawn. suck up that he is. though try as he might to fawn his instinctive reaction is to fight but hes managed to change it

19, How does your OC behave when enraged?

Celia: so Celia gets scarily calm then lashes out really quickly. she just goes still, speaks very noticeable carefully, then some line is crossed and faster than you can blink shes punched/kicked someone. effectively she thinks out all her options then acts, going from 0 to 100 almost instantly

Cecio: he has a massive temper- its at odds with his charming act but anger is the emotion hes the worst at processing

#gold & silver #celia #cecio #conficcare #rametto #tyy again it was really fun to think about what memories mean to these guys even if only Conficcare has a solid answer #also i love peppering in post Celias death angst<3

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professorlegaspi · 9 months

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This is going to be really dark but

AU where after Casimir kidnapped Celia’s family he forgot to feed them and they died of starvation in the basement of Huperpetra and when he brought them out for the surprise factor in the final battle he was actually just displaying their corpses

#tw death #look.#I’m sorry #but there needed to be more death #I needed to recoil a bit more than I actually did #au where Celia talks to their ghosts #au where we get an idea of what the afterlife entails in the demesne #it’s a bit of a pick your poison with how she responds to the sight of her parents #does she scream does she cry does she double down on fighting does she try to kill casimir does she try to kill herself…#also! does quiroz still tell her her parents are alive at the end of book 5?#if yes - does he believe it? has he been told to say that?#if no - does he tell her they’re dead? does he tell her anything at all?#the angst is delicious #celias journey #alternate universes

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ladystardust-thinks · 10 months

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reblogs make me so happy because im behind my pretty little screen thinking "omg did this person that reblogged my post do my little reblog ritual too??"

The reblog ritual being, screaming because of the intense cuteness/sadness/sluttiness that the post brings me and then being like "omg. omg. omg. im so reblogging this, this needs to be seen. omg." and then reblogging it and writing the exact feelings the post brought me, even if it's the most oddly specific thing. lastly going over it 20 times and screaming again everytime I see the post because i just like it so much.

#reblog #the 4 phases of reblogging #real.#there's also moments in books that I wish I could reblog bc they just make me scream #like anytime ravi calls pip sarge #or when he was playing rough with the dealer whose name i cant remember #or the last few pages where she reveals she didn't do her EPQ alone #or when Billy called Camilla up and just said “Billy Dunne loves Camilla Martinez” because he didn't have a penny #or when evelyn broke her tooth kissing celia through the screen #a lot.#I love rambling on my tags #i love rambling #in general #but especially #on my Tags #i want to write angst #but idk what to write #if anyone has angsty requests send them in!!

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earl-grey-love · 2 years

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Real talk, there needs to be more female characters with snake hair. More monster women or normal women who have snake hair. Make so many of them that it breaks popular culture and average men start getting mad because snake haired women are ruining modern media. Anime girls with snake hair. Video game girls with snake hair. Real girls with snake hair. I demand it!

#yknow like medusa has #but they dont have to be medusa or have anything to do with her #they just have it because its cool.#but medusa themes are also cool #what comes to mind is the green eyeball bloke Mike from Monsters Inc his girlfriend Celia Mae #theres gotta be more women like her okay #make more I DEMAND IT!!#sunny speaks

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what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me · 1 year

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I need a bestie who is as mentally ill over animal crossing as I am in the year of 2022

#animal crossing new horizons #I do have friends who play it but alas time zones make it impossible to play 90% of the time #let’s talk about our island drama currently Rosie is flirting with me and someone has been threatening Stitches but nobody knows who #I’m kinda flirting back but also me and Maple had chemistry in HHP we kinda had something and Rosie doesn’t need to know #and I overheard skye talk to the newest island resident about how much she loves herbs I think she’s a grower if not a dealer #I think something is sus about Rio but I can’t place it yet hopefully she’s not the one who was bothering stitches #stitches is my bff #also Celia (who was an active stalker and has been since kicked out) has not shown her face but I feel like one of my villagers is—#—spying on me in her stead I’m just not allowed to have privacy on my own island #I’m building these guys a castle and they’re so ungreatful smh #okay maybe I am practicing unethical science in my lab but they don’t need to know what

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alteredphoenix · 2 years

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So how do markings from Embleos supposed to work? The shapes they take on as soon as it’s embedded into the skin (or in Celia’s case whatever happened to it to go into her right eye) are too specific to be called random, so they’re probably formed as a sort of “this is what you represent on a symbolic level” or “this is where the strength of your abilities comes from” or even “this is the shape you personally chose to have”.

Those first two statements seem more likely as pretty much everyone’s tats have recognizable shapes a’la Yelsy’s is a flower on her chest, Celia’s is a crosshair, Lisette’s appears to be a wasp of some sort (?) on her thigh, Hugo’s is a wing on his back, etc. But then you have something like Leo’s, which doesn’t bring to mind any specific shape other than it runs up his right arm in an X pattern (although my other thought was that it reminds me of blood), Michelle’s is...I don’t know what it is except it’s two crescents that almost form a question mark (or moons?) and a teeny-tiny cross on the lower crescent (and it’s anyone guess what that’s supposed to mean for her if we go by the first statement, but for it to be right by her carotid pulse a’la her neck possibly indicates it represents life/death if we go by the second statement), and who knows what Lucien’s is supposed to be because AFAIK we never see it but it’s on his chest and he’s clearly not compatible with it.

OTOH there’s also the possibility that the Primordials might have something to do with Embleos - and Reactors, because the Empire has to be getting all that mana somewhere to be manufacturing them, but this post isn’t about them - or deciding who gets their boon(s) (therefore throwing all but the first statement out the window by bringing in a fourth statement “this is what you represent on a symbolic level because we believe this is what you are deep down/your truest self”) because, while I don’t know about the rest of Blaze (beyond Yelsy being the only person to permanently see Toto), Celia choosing/having the Embleo in her eye and Origin a’la King of the Beasts a’la GOD having God’s Eye AKA the gift of clairvoyance, can’t just be a coincidence and should be setting off alarm bells because there is no way in hell the Federation’s upper echelons aren’t going to hear about some random sixteen-year-old girl that placed second to dead last in the elite knight academy while having the foresight of the leader of the Primordial Beasts that’s sleeping (dead?) in stone and not overlook her.

#tales of luminaria #like something's going on in the federation for them to allow leo and hugo to join blaze despite failing the exams #and for an outside party to look at celia & go 'this girl doesn't have any powers' despite her having an embleo #and considers her a candidate - for what it's anyone's guess #i was thinking 'well maybe he's looking for someone to replace vicar kanon'#except the vicar is a young woman so it can't be age-related & she doesn't seem to suffer from any sicknesses #so my only other guess is either she's a possible candidate for whoever the observer answers to or something else entirely #also it should be notd that not everyone who gets an embleo receives a tat #but i always found it odd in a cast of 21 celia's the only one among the jerle faction to not have a tat #like you'd think she'd have the marks form around her eye - except that doesn't happen #would it even be possible for marks to form on a body part away from the embleo?#unless the crosshair is supposed to be considered the mark in her eye #but that's green and not black like the other tats #so where does that leave the actual physical embleo? did it just straight up dissolve?#all the other embleos have skin & muscle to embed into but an eyeball's an organ #so unless that thing evaporated i better hope aedis has anesthesia & they put celia under before the embleo was put in place #that's another thing: i actually thought she lost that eye or was born w/ heterochromia #but then you see her as a little kid and that's not the case - she had two yellow eyes #no one else's embleos causes changes to their bodies besides performing mystic artes #and someone like michelle was already doing that before she got her embleo #so what turned celia's eye blue?#you mean to tell me leo & hugo didn't notice the difference & go 'hey celia check it out your eyes are different colors now'?#no one started asking any questions? b/c i don't see anybody else w/ complete heterochromia #i'm just going to see the 'despite not having any powers' comment is code for 'this girl's not showing any signs of being an aberration'#b/c the observer clearly has an embleo - the game's just being discreet about it #otherwise why else would he show such clinical interest in celia that they were inevitably going to meet up?#also this was supposed to be a gen post on embleos but my celia favoritism shoved its way through & i ain't hiding it lol

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flovverworks · 5 months

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five yrs in forgotten valley would help akira tremendously

#stardust speaking !#'with what' i dont know #the farming game love is simply intense rn my heart aches for pixels forming trees and cows and turnips #also cuz mollys scene where she returned from a wedding of a former 'coworker' T_T not feeling like she belonged in the city #them more or less laughing at her when she spoke about her current job #oh my no1 love.....#matthew who feels like he isnt getting better & is frustrated about it #that nami scene where she admits she did intend to leave but she got hungry and wanted lou's cooking so she forgot about that & went back #premhyk akira is very.....lost to me T_T very kind and gentle but very. going along w the flow?#thinks of those lines about how they now can look at ppl at vincent & gilbert properly #while in the past they wouldve looked away & avoided them #also the line i always mention but akira taking comfort in the convo about burnt bread and jam and olive oil #lumina who plays perfectly but thats the issue because she just plays the notes. she isnt plyng like shes having fun #lumina who felt like she should become like her mother but also knows thats not what romana wants at all #luminas line about how practice feels like watching paint dry LMAAOOO I ADOREEEE her shes so. silly. so great #idk if ive ever said it here but forgetmenot valley has always been my favorite town. probably nostalgia factor but #i plyd hmds a tremendous amount LOL said i wouldnt marry muffy since i Always went for her in awl #so i went thro flora lumina nami.....rly like flora still i think shes cute #i miss leia too #also i read some of the engagement scenes and i rlyyyy like matthews and namis................(i like celias 9heart event a lot too LOL #i think shes cute #i should watch them too but i dont wanna yet ill do it some other time #also the gordy scene where he visits ur farm GOD the mc is SO cute T_T?!?!? the way they play w their dog ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!#thinking about flowerworks too......although i might be flawed but arent we all......#every step you took toughened the world....#god i Have been thinking about flowerworks lately but i havent listened cuz just thinking about the lyrics makes me tear up LOLT_T #akira and their wizards......1.5..........

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fox-guardian · 2 months

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[ID: An eight page digital comic featuring Sam, Celia, and Alice from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. The characters are all colored with a single color each. Sam is red, Celia is green, and Alice is pink. Sam is a fat Arab man with short curly dark hair, a mustache, and a small goatee, and he is wearing small black earrings, a cardigan, a turtleneck, trousers and loafers. Celia is a taller Korean woman with short dark hair and she is wearing rectangular glasses, piercings including an industrial piercing, an x-shaped earring, and snakebites, a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, trousers, and black wrist cuffs. Alice is an even taller white woman with long fluffy hair and crooked teeth, and she is wearing cat eye glasses, three pairs of earrings, snakebites, a flannel shirt, a hoodie tied around her waist, a patchwork skirt, bracelets, and a lanyard.

Sam and Celia are stood at a table covered in papers. Celia urgently turns to Sam. Celia: Alice is coming! She can't catch us researching, we need a diversion, QUICK! How can we make her think we're not doing what we're doing? Sam, shrugging really hard: UHHHH she thinks I have a crush on you?? Celia, sweating, turns back to where Alice is coming from, panicked, and turns back to Sam, shrugging and reaching for him. Celia smiling a bit manically: Yeah, that'll work, sure!

Sam, with Celia's hands grabbing his cardigan: Wait whaAAAA- He is pulled out of frame. Alice walks in: Hey Sam, working hard or hardly woOOOAA She leans on the doorframe as she holds a hand to her chest in shock.

The next panel is rendered with soft pink shadows and "shoujo sparkles" in the now pink background. Sam is sitting on the table holding onto Celia, whose face is buried in his neck as she wraps one arm around his back and the other holds up one of his legs under his knee. Neither of their faces are visible. The rest of the page fades back to gray from there. Sam and Celia look over at Alice, hair ruffled, Sam is now blushing. Sam: ALICE!! He pushes Celia away and they look at each other for a moment, panicked. Sam: It's- .... exactly what it looks like! Celia: Aw, you've caught us! He rests his hands on her shoulders and they both look in opposite directions as though embarrassed. Celia is also blushing lightly. There are red and green neon signs pointing to them reading "Totally Ham-Slammin'" and "GAY! (in an M/F way)" respectively.

Alice looks to be in shock with a vacant expression and a computer pop up over her forehead reading "Alice.exe has stopped responding". In the next panel she is fine again and back to smirking. Alice: WOW SAM, didn't know you had it in you! Now I'm no snitch, so I didn't see anything, BUT- you lovebirds should cut it out before Gwen catches you. Celia and Sam look at each other anxiously, cheeks pressed together as she speaks. Alice: You KNOW she'd tell Lena. Celia, pulling back and smoothing her hair out: Oh, for sure. Sam: Th-Thanks, Alice. Alice: Don't mention it! I'll give you crazy kids a minute to straighten up, TA-TA~ She waves as she leaves.

Sam and Celia listen to her steps fade before going "phew" and finally pulling away from each other, now holding hands at an arms distance. Celia: You alright? That was kinda sudden.... Sam: It's fine! Just a bit caught off guard. Celia: I can't believe she actually bought all of that! Sam: Me either! Works for me, though.

Celia: Did you want to get down- Sam, pulling away suddenly, blushing again: NO! He crosses his legs and looks away sheepishly, scratching his head. Sam: I wanna stay here another minute or so.... Celia, concerned: You sure you're alright? Sam: Yeah! Just, er.... Celia looks at him, confused. Sam, blushing increasingly harder: Ahem. (He folds his hands in his lap politely.) I am not immune to being thrown on a table. Celia, smiling and politely stepping away: AH! .... Noted~

She walks away casually, still smiling. Celia: I'll give you a minute to collect yourself. Sam, head down in his lap, embarrassed: Thanks.... He looks up after she leaves. Sam: Wait. He straightens up, slightly panicked, face entirely red. Sam: What do you mean by "NOTED"?!

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i am SO glad this episode didn't entirely debunk the silly headcanon that birthed this comic. initially i wasn't convinced sam actually had a crush so i made this like "well if he didn't before, HE DOES NOW" so.... here's this silly comic thing <3 i just think they're neat <3

#fg's art #the magnus protocol #tmagp #samama khalid #celia ripley #alice dyer #do sam and celia have a shipname yet. idk.#also i am REALLY proud of the expressions in this one #also also if you see inconsistencies no you don't <3 #also also also i hope the id is good!! still not used to doing comics and stuff but i hope it works!

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herequeerexitentialfear · 19 days

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[Belated] Wip Wednesday!

you know my life is hectic when notes ap fics while im waiting for the bus make a comeback. anyway Tesoro is being a weirdly sweet manipulative cunt<3 i need to write one of the many times Celia fucks up everyone lives shes looking to pity-able. this is notes app writing so no editing or rereading [except for the beginning with whos speaking] just stream of thoughts- i already know many places i will sit down and improve when i have time

[Tesoro] Do you know who Amelia reminds me of?

[Celia laughs] It's obvious, isn't it?

[Tesoro, dead serious] She reminds me of you.

[Celia, at the same time] Of Elen-

Seeing Celia freeze in shock, a cruel part of him was glad, to be assured that with just a few words he could still metaphorically lay Celia bare, strip away all of the stone walls and bravado, and leave behind a scared child, even after all these years.

Golden eyes were wide, the white fully surrounding. Bright pupils were growing larger, threatening to drown out the narrowing ring of gold.

Its a secret so few know that those pinpricks growing to even half the size of a normal pupil is an indicator of true fear, whereas the usual pinpricks is normal. To those who knew her younger, they think it just changed over time to be smaller, but the truth is she's in many ways conquered her old fears, and those that have taken their place are a slow constant fear, about larger factors. Celia doesn't worry that she will get physically attacked from any side. these days, its the era of mind games instead.

It was always interesting, Celias eyes. More normal than black in place of white, but those metallic eyes and bright pinprick pupils were unsettling to him even more. At first glance, human, second, anything but. Celia- of heaven, according to some old Latin books, derived from a surname meaning the same.

It was easy to see her as something other, even holy, but no benevolent god could create a soldier like her. Those who called her brother an angel were just as misguided, but the veneer of kindness and comfort that made it easy to ignore Cecios' terrifying power over people and see him as holy was lacking in his sister, who they viewed with fear, no seemingly benevolent and gracious angel but an awesome- in the most classical sense of the word- leader of man, set apart from the rest with an unsettling aura of difference. A far cry from the little girl Amelia so reminds him of. Elena was the seemingly godlike one, inspiring awe and fear, then. Celia was just another scrapper desperate to prove her worth in the eyes of her peer, and oh, how desperate she was.

It's the most likely reason why, why he can disable her like this, bypass years of walls. Because he was there before those walls became impenetrable, before she stepped up and shut everyone else out. Some lingering memories of him as her superior, in their childish hierarchy, instincts to listen to him, still dormant inside her.

For every time she learned to put up a higher and stronger wall, he had learned how to bring it crashing down.

It's the same cruel part of him that whispers it, but she truly is his greatest success, rising from the bottom to new heights - all with him by her side advising her.

#with just a few words he could still metaphorically lay Celia bare- strip away all of the stone walls and bravado #- and leave behind a scared child- even after all these years.#thebirdwrites #gold & silver #celia #tesoro #god hes so fucked up i love him #again this is unedited and has glaring issues but im tired #in a fucked up way he would dislike Elena coming back because A. it would disrupt everything #and B. he will no longer be the person that can cut and affect Celia the most #He loves them both! his best friend and leader and his new friend and new leader!#hell hes the one that stays in contact with her!#but hes also a control freak<3 #something something the power trip in being able to strip someone back to a scared child #actually i fucking wrote it #again. hes so fcuekd up but i love him<3 #if any of this seems similar its because Cecio looked at him and said that who i want to be as a man #an extremely attractive and nice seeming serial emotional manipulator #alongside his other transition goals: Griffith from berserk #wait let me check the timelines #cecio was 11 when the first chapter of the golden age arc released!#dont think about when english translations happened #but he could theoretically see Griffiths design and decide silver haired pretty boy is what he wants to be #god i really do go on tangents in teh tags

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professorlegaspi · 2 years

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I can’t tell if Melissa Gunther is making Neeghan explicitly neurodivergent on purpose or not. Like I feel like its impossible to have this much subtext accidentally, but she doesn’t seem to be self aware

#my girl is autistic at least #she also has anxiety #those are heavily substantiated in the text #like this is so backed up i refuse to call it a headcanon #however what is a headcanon is that she later develops paranoia #also i think we should give her a physical disability just for funsies #shes been in a single room all her life where are the repercussions #I think she should have underdeveloped muscles or somthing #give me her occasionally needing crutches #especially in Renasci with all those stairs #actually give me any disabled characters #why don't they exist #neeghan fincastle #celias journey

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avoxrising · 5 months

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Saw You In That Dress

Finnick x Reader

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So @kittimbo posted this fic idea on their blog and I wanted to give a shot at writing it (see repost of the request on my blog).

Basically the reader is another victor from District 4 and Finnick’s childhood best friend. She has to go to an event in the capital in a sheer dress and it leaves Finnick very flustered and things heat up back at her place… smut ahead!

Content warnings - cursing, prostitution, unwanted public nudity, very smutty

“Tigris you can’t be serious,” you groan as you see the dress she brought you. It was made of purple organza and was very see through. Your whole body would be on display. Tigris had enough decency to provide you with a small nude thong but your chest was fully on display.

“Client’s request,” Tigris responds. “You just have to be with him during the event and then you get the rest of the night off to wear whatever you want. The siren must make her appearances after all.”

The capital had called you “The Siren” since your games. During the final eight interview your sister told the capital how you were the best singer in District 4 and the capital ran wild with that comment. You were made to pick up singing as your official victor hobby and the rest is history.

Knowing what would happen if you didn’t comply, you reluctantly let Tigris dress you. The dress wouldn’t actually be so bad if it wasn’t see through. The fabric flowed beautifully around your features and the halter top was covered in expensive jewels. Unfortunately, all anyone would notice was your bare top half, not the rest of you.

As your driver takes you to the event at Snow’s mansion you have a moment of panic. The fact that your childhood best friend and mentor, Finnick, was also going to be in attendance was a sense of relief until you saw what you would be wearing. Now you have to avoid him. You can’t let him see you in this dress. That’s literally the definition of embarrassing.

Luckily, the event is fairly crowded. You’re stuck to your client like glue for the whole evening, trying to hide your dress behind him as much as possible. Unfortunately, he purchased you and this dress for the sole intent of checking you out and showing you off, so he mainly kept you in front of him so your girls were in eyesight at all times. You could barely hide your discomfort.

“Come on Siren darling you need to meet my sister,” he coos. “She’s a big fan of Tigris and she would love to see your dress. I’m sure her date would too.”

You reluctantly join him as he glides across the room. The sight of his sister and her date makes you freeze. Of course it had to be Finnick. The second he notices your outfit his eyes shoot to the floor, doing his best not to stare.

“Celia my dear sister!” your client exclaims as he introduces you to a woman with green hair and eyes like a snake. “I’d like you to meet my lovely victor for tonight. Did you know Tigris designed her dress?”

The woman gushes over your dress, running the fabric through her fingers as you stand their uncomfortably. Ironically, Finnick looks more uncomfortable than you. He’s sweating and shifting from foot to foot. What is he doing?

“I’ll be right back,” he tells his date, scurrying away. She’s too enthralled by your dress to notice his absence but you can’t help but feel betrayed. Why was he leaving you alone to fend for yourself?

The rest of the event passes too slowly. It’s finally 3am when your driver picks you up to bring you back to the victors’ apartments in the capital. You spend the car ride removing all the pins from your hair and the jewels from your neckline that Tigris glued on.

When you get back to your apartment, all you want to do is change into actual comfy clothes and go to sleep, but your plans are sidelined by Finnick sitting at your kitchen counter. You can’t help but stare at him in disbelief, as if he had the audacity to think you’d want to hang out with him at this hour, right after he left you alone with your client and his.

You let out a long exhale before dropping your shoes by the door and heading to your room, eager to get out of your dress. Finnick, of course, follows you. What the hell was his problem?

“Hey,” he says as you walk further into your apartment. “How was your night?”

“Awful,” you huff, finally turning around to face him. “What are you even doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” he nervously replies, doing his best to keep his eyes on your face.

“Well everyone has seen a whole lot of me tonight,” you retort. You cross your arms over your chest, causing Finnick’s eyes to abruptly snap back up to your face. He was definitely looking.

“I like the dress,” he comments. You roll your eyes and turn to head towards the room when he stops you, putting one of his hands on your arm.

“Wait,” he says. “I just wanted to apologize for leaving you with my client. I just couldn’t control myself with you in that dress. You looked…”

You look up at him, slightly confused. Sure you two had always been somewhat flirty for two people who were just friends, but something about the way you two were flirting tonight felt different.

“You couldn’t control yourself?” you smirk.

“No,” he shyly replies. “I really couldn’t.”

“Well what would you do if you didn’t have to control yourself?” you ask, dragging your fingers down the arm that lay on your shoulder.

“Do you really want to know?” he asks, using his arm to maneuver you so your back was against the wall. Things were definitely different tonight.

“Yes,” you nervously swallow. “Please.”

He hungrily encapsulates your lips with his as his hands hold you firmly against the wall. Was your childhood best friend and longtime crush actually kissing you?

His hands roamed up your stomach until they sat just under your boobs, hands pressing gently into the sheer fabric covering them.

“If I didn’t have to control myself in there I would have dragged you to Snow’s office so I could bend you over his desk and fuck you till you couldn’t walk,” he growls. “You would be singing my name like the deadly siren you are. I would leave marks all over you till your arms and neck matched your dress and everyone knew you didn’t belong to them.”

His hands dig into the flesh of your boobs and you let out a soft moan. You needed his hands in a million different places right now but the words wouldn’t form to tell him that.

“You just look too good in that dress,” he groans, pressing himself closer to you. Your hands drift down his torso until they come to rest over his dress pants. They were definitely getting a bit tight due to the conversation.

“I might look better with it off,” you smirk at him, sliding your hand down gently over his bulge. He let out a deep groan at the contact and swiftly guided you back over to your couch just a few feet away, where he promptly had you sit on his lap, facing him.

“I want to show them that they don’t own you,” he says as you kiss his neck, definitely leaving marks. You pull back for a moment to look into his deep blue green eyes. The two of you had crossed a line, and there was no going back to just friends.

“They don’t,” you tell him. “I won’t let them own you either.”

The moment intensifies until Finnick smashes his lips back into yours, hands pulling up the bottom of your dress. He slides your thong to the side and quickly goes to undo his pants. You impatiently yank them down to his knees, watching his very prominent erection bounce up to hit his stomach.

No words needed to be said, you two already knew what the other was thinking. You take ahold of his member and line it up with your soaking entrance. Only he could do this to you.

He unties the halter top of your dress, fully exposing your breasts to him. He can’t help but run is hands over them and give them a squeeze.

“They’re perfect,” he grins, looking up at you. “You’re perfect.”

You pull his lips to yours as you sink down onto him. He stretches you out nicely and it takes you a second to adjust to his size.

Slowly, you pull back up before sitting yourself back down onto him, moaning in the process.

“Fuck Finnick,” you groan. He ruts his hips up into yours, telling you to get moving. You heed his command and begin to bounce up and down on him, the sound of skin hitting skin filling your apartment.

He presses his face to your chest and gently bites and sucks as you ride him, loving the way your boobs bounce with every thrust. Eventually he has you turn around so he can wrap his arms around you and hold your boobs while you bounce on him.

He lets out a groan and you can tell he’s close, his dick twitching inside of you. The feeling in your stomach lets you know you’re close too, but you need something more.

You wrap one of your hands around his, guiding it down to your swollen clit.

“Please,” you beg as you push his hand towards your core. He does not disappoint as his fingers make contact with your clit.

It’s only a few moments later before your orgasm comes crashing down on you, with Finnick not far behind. He pulls you down onto him as he spurts himself deep into you, burying his face in your neck. You don’t think he could get any deeper but he continues to thrust as he coats your walls.

When the moment fades, he gently lifts you off of him, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he goes to get a warm towel. You lay back on the couch, exhausted. You would have to lie to Tigris about why the dress got so sweaty.

“Here,” Finnick hums as he lays you back on the couch. He proceeds to wipe you up, your clit throbbing from the contact. After you are both cleaned up, you ditch the idea of pjs and climb into your bed together, the sun already rising over the capital.

“We should have done that a lot sooner,” Finnick states. You give him a happy hum in response as you nuzzle up against him. “Thank god I saw you in that dress.”

I hope this was in line with your idea! Let me know in the comments what y’all think of this and if I should do more of possessive Finnick in the future.

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