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cleos-cafe · 1 year

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Obey me! Brothers with a MC who is overworked (pt.1)

Welcome back! I hope you are having a good day, please enjoy the content dear reader.

Pt. 1 (you're here) | Pt. 2 (soon)

-Sincerely with much love Dahlia★.

Summary: The exams season is just around the corner at RAD and this time you plan to give your best (as you usually do). So you decide to study one night with the "cramming*" method. Clearly this leaves consequences on your sleep schedule and so on. How would the brothers react to find you in this situation?

TW: mentions of lack of sleep, skipping meals, poor mental and physical care, stress overload, small mention of academic validation in some parts. Please stop reading if any of the topics make you uncomfortable.

Dictionary:

Cramming: the practice of working intensively to absorb large volumes of information in short amounts of time. It is often done by students in preparation for upcoming exams, especially just before them.

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Lucifer

Everything had started off simple, Lucifer decided to check for you at night as he used to do to make sure his brothers didn't leave the house late at night.

He knew that you had been making an effort to study and although on several occasions he praised you for your commitment, he was also worried that you were taking it to extremes.

Which was an accurate suspicion when he saw the light in your room still on, he simply sighed and went into your room.

His original plan was just to ask you to stop what you were doing and go to bed.

But the moment he noticed how you were biting your nails while you were anxiously moving your leg and trying to write clearly, he changed his plans.

The first thing he noticed was that you had headphones on, those headphones were given to you by Levi so they had sound cancellation.

Slowly he approached you and took off those headphones carefully, trying not to scare you in the process, then he put them aside and leaned towards you.

"MC you should go to sleep, I know you are anxious about the exams, but you need to rest properly if you want to give it your all, how about you collect your books and study material while I prepare some tea for you?"

Trust me, after that he will make sure you rest.

If you didn't get sleepy after you had that tea Lucifer started talking about how it was bad for you about exerting yourself (even though he does the same thing).

If you even mention that he does the same thing you'll get a look from Lucifer.

But you're right! Although your comment only made Lucifer start a lecture about how you being human makes your body incapable of sustaining a hard workload unlike him.

Hey, at least you're already asleep after listening to him talk for a long time.

After that encounter Lucifer somehow becomes more gentle with you, doesn't push you as much with some things and checks on you more often. He even brings you a snack or two from time to time.

"Remember that you are part of the family, we care about you a lot and I worry about seeing you neglecting yourself by overworking yourself and while I'm proud to know that you take things seriously I don't want you to hurt yourself in the process either. If you think I can help you with anything feel free to come find me, I'm available to you anytime."

Mammon

He would probably be the first one to notice something is wrong with you.

Usually hangs a lot around you and, now that you suddenly seemed to be occupied was pretty shocking for him.

He was making his way to your room since he wanted to spend some time with you (leave the man alone, he misses you).

Once he barges (it's that how it's spelled?-) into your room, he's surprised to see you biting your nails and almost pulling your hair.

Okay he may not be as gentle as Lucifer, literally rushing to you and grabbing both of your hands.

"Hey! Wat'cha think ya doing human?! Get yo hands out of your hair right now!"

Literally panicked the moment he smelled blood.

(Yeah the demons can smell blood, you can't change my mind).

Literally took car of you afterwards, he took he's time wrapping your fingers in band aids.

I think he would've take his time combing (again is it spelled like that? ಥ_ಥ) your hair carefully, even asked Asmo to let him borrow some products that could help with your scalp and hair.

After that incident he's a lot more aware of how much time you spend studying.

Will drag you outside or to you bed, he'll make you take a brake once in a while.

"I know ya' worried about exams and stuff and, even if I can't exactly help you with it.... It's important ya' take some breaks, k? So don't go worrying The Great Mammon like and take some breaks will ya?!"

Leviathan

He was one of the few who knew you were gonna study a lot.

After all you told him you were gonna have a break from your weekly hang out plays since you wanted to study.

He was kinda sad but he didn't tell you, since after all he knew your grades were important.

(Bc literally, you're and exchange student. It's supposed to be your duty to have good grades for the program)

Although that didn't mean he couldn't be in the same room with you right?

But of course, who would like to have just some company of a yucky otaku like him, right?

Well you do.

To summarize it, he knew about you stu(dying)but it took him a whole time actually do something about it.

After asking if you wanted to have him in your room (which you obviously said yes), he got his console and walked towards your room.

Did you forget about him coming to your room? Yes-

He was pretty shocked (not in a good way actually-) once he saw 1st his fast you were chugging that D- Energy and 2nd the amount of empty cans around the floor and desk.

"H-hey! Stop drinking it right now! Do you know how harmul that is?!"

Actually worried sick about you.

Did he have the same habit? Yes he does. Is he more worried about you then himself? Double yes.

He's very much aware of how harmul is a ton of caffeine in your body.

And after he forced you to take a break he starts rambling about how a lot of D- Energy can affect you.

He makes sure to be in the same room as you when studying after that.

The moment he sees you taking a bunch of D- Energy or sees how much you're stressing yourself, he steps in and makes you have a break but playing with you.

"I know this isn't something I usually say- but I'm worried about you okay? And I don't want you to be in so much stress so- if it's anything I can help you with, I'll do it okay? Ejem- n-now there's a few new features added to MonokeLand! Y-you wanna see them?"

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aesteraceae · 9 months

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Since I'm not there...

Summary: In which d (predicably) goes feral over the lollapalooza performances and (unpredictably) writes their first ever Dom chan fic.

Or: You've seen Chan's Lollapalooza performance and have some thoughts about his outfit.

Notes: y'all I wrote this like 20 minutes ago and I hope u can tell how insanely unwell I am. Chan is.... Whoa. Just whoa.

Tags: chan/reader, fem reader, soft Dom chan, sub reader, phone sex, fingering, petnames (baby and sweetheart), patronizing language, aftercare

Lovely taglist: (special thanks to @snow-pegasus @simpracha & @jxsungie01 for indulging my brainrot) @sunnyville36 @toastyseungmo @sstarryoong @decaffedthoughts @bunnypig18 @xcookiemonsteer

You're pacing up and down the house, phone pressed tight to your ear and eyes glued to the tablet screen in front of you, showing a recording of the performance.

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"Bang Chan!"

He just laughs over the receiver, full bodied and just the slightest bit mischievous.

"I guess you've seen the performance?"

You don't respond at first, just let out a pained scream-like noise as the video replays.

"You are so fucking lucky I'm not in Paris right now, oh my god-"

Chan laughs again, but it's darker, with a more dangerous edge.

"Oh yeah? And what would you do if you were here? You can barely hold yourself together watching a video."

You go still, blinking at nothing in particular, and you can almost imagine his grin at your silence.

"That's what I thought. It's cute that you were at least trying to be angry, though."

You scoff, but it sounds pathetic even to your own ears. "I am angry. I want-" You groan again, biting your lip.

"What? What do you want, baby?"

His voice is dripping with both condescension and amusement, and the pairing goes straight to your hips, pooling warmth there until you have no choice but to press your thighs together.

Still, though, when you open your mouth to respond, nothing comes out. You want to tell him that you want nothing more than to be bent over a couch or desk or hotel bed, split open on his cock while you watch his arms flex above you, but all you can manage is a pathetic sounding whine.

"Aw, baby. Is it too much for you? Too difficult, not being able to have me right now?"

You curse, and retreat to your bed. You have half a mind to fuck yourself on your fingers just to make him as desperate as you are, but your hands stay put on the phone and on your thigh.

"When are you getting back?" You ask instead of answering his question, and he laughs again.

"Tomorrow morning. How about this," There's a slight shuffling on the other end, like clothes being pulled off, "I'm going to send you a photo, and you are going to fuck yourself to it while I jerk off,"

You're already climbing up the bed, slipping lube out of a drawer and pulling off your pants.

"And then, when I get home, I'll fuck you properly, and make sure you have something to remember next time I have to go somewhere, yeah?" His voice is breathy by the end of the sentence, and if you listen closely, you can hear the telltale sound of slick skin against skin.

"Because, baby, I'm sure millions of people want me right now, but you are the only one who gets to have me."

Your phone pings with an alert, and you quickly put the phone on speaker so you can look at it and hear him, one hand already pressing between your legs.

It's a photo, just like he promised.

Chan is lying on the bed, wearing nothing but that fucking white tank top, shoulders glistening with sweat. His cock is hard and flushed and perfect, and you feel your mouth watering as your fingers push fully inside yourself.

"You're the only one who can make me this hard," He whispers, voice brimming with barely restrained pleasure, "The only one who can make me cum, just from the thought of your fingers buried inside yourself, so desperate for me that you can't think of anything else."

You whine, writhing on the bedsheets, and you realize with a breathless moan that you're already getting close.

"Chan," You sob, gasping, and he just laughs at you again, hitching into a moan that makes your toes curl.

"That's it, baby. Come- come undone for me." He moans and growls, and you can hear the slick sounds speed up, "Want you to cum on your fingers, but know that it's not enough, not what you need."

Your back pulls up off of the bed, chest heaving, fingers moving hard and fast, like Chan would if he was here. But just like he said, it's not enough. Chan is thicker than your hands could ever be, hotter than any toy, and a distant memory of him inside you, pulsing and hot and moaning into your ear makes a scream build in your throat.

"Chan, Chan- Please, Please, I need it, need you-"

Chan moans on the line, and he sounds just as wrecked as you feel. "I know, baby, I know. Come undone for me, sweetheart, and I promise, I'll be there soon to give you what you really need."

Tears cling to your eyelashes as you push harder, deeper, dropping the phone onto the sheets to push another hand over your clit, tight circles, and you can't help but think of Chan like this, his thumb circling you, urging you over the edge of a cliff—

"Chan, Chan, Chan!" You shriek as your self control snaps, thighs snapping around your wrists and quivering, throat nearly raw from the noises that follow as you come fully and completely undone for him.

"Yes, that's it, baby, yes-" Chan's voice pitches up and you listen, dazed, as he groans through his own orgasm, and he sounds so perfect that you clench down around nothing again.

Chan comes down faster than you do, whispering soft reassurances as you shake through the aftershocks. You drink some water and clean yourself up a bit, but that's all you can really manage.

"Rest, baby. I'll be back home soon, I promise." Chan whispers, sweet and gentle. Your eyes are fluttering closed as he speaks, but you mutter, "Love you," Before sleep fully drags you into it's hold.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

#stray kids #skz smut #skz #bang chan #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #dahlia writes #i should probably change that tag atp but who cares honestly

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transmascaraa · 3 months

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I'm sorry this is a weird request but, I was just wondering if you could write dahlia nsfw hcs??

(If not, that is completely understandable. ❤️

dahlia headcannons!

just an unforgettable night with you gentle and caring perfect boyfriend...

bf!dahlia x gn!reader

author's note: hihihiiiii again i'm writing again🤗 and it's smut🗿 so basically ofc i don't mind i just don't believe in my skills for writing smut, BUT NO PROBLEM‼️ since it's not mentioned, i'm gonna make it a h4nndjob cuz i want it to be gn<3 I'M GONNA DO MY BEST FOR YOU ANON AND THANK YOU FOR BEING UNDERSTANDING ANYWAY💗 LOVE YOU💕 ALSO again DON'T READ IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH SMUT🗣️

"mmh... archons..."

-you rarely got time to spend with dahlia, well, those types of times

-i mean, he was a deacon. at a CHURCH

-he was a busy man for sure

-but he managed to make time for you from time to time

-like this night...

-he came home very late, but you were awake too.

-in the living room, on the couch, watching some random romance movie.

-"hello, my angel... i'm back." he said, taking his jacket and shoes off, taking a seat next to you.

-"oh, hello dahlia, how was work?" you asked, turning your attention towards him.

-"it was alright, like every day. what are you watching?" he asked, glancing at the big tv screen you had.

-"oh, nothing, just some sweet romance movie-" you looked at the tv too, but there was an nsfw scene.

-"well, it's supposed to be one." you finished you sentence.

-he looked away from the tv, and looked down, switching closer to you.

-"y'know... we haven't done that in a while, now that i think about it... i miss it..." he blushed. not daring to meet your gaze.

-that's where he lost it.

-he was getting hard.

-"o-oh... y-you're right..." you gulped, looking down, too.

-"i-i'm free tonight, so if you want to..." he hid his face in his hands.

-you finally got a bit of courage, putting your hand on his shoulder.

-"of course i want to... i missed it too..." you put your hand on his cheek, making him look back up at you.

-"t-then...*gulp* w-we can go to our bedroom..." he said, feeling his heart beat 100 times faster.

-"alright, let's go..." you took a deep breath, wanting to be patient with him.

-you took his hand in yours and lead him to the big bed that you two shared.

-"sit down, my dear..." you whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

-he sat down in silence, just breathing heavily.

-but he wasn't scared, no, far from that.

-just...

-excited.

-you helped him take off most of his clothes, but all you really needed was his naked lower body...

-he was hard, ready for your talented hands on his...

-"before i do anything, are you ready, dahlia?" you wanted his consent, that's all.

-to make him feel comfortable.

-and he was even more than comfortable by now.

-"m-mhm..." he muttered, not being able to wait any longer.

-so then, you put your hands around his shaft, starting slowly...

-he was already a whimpering mess.

-so sensitive.

-so cute.

-soon enough, you sped up your movements a bit, adding a second hand.

-it made him moan louder, getting him closer and closer to the edge.

-"a-ah... a-angel... i-i can't hold back any longer..." he whimpered, grabbing onto the bed tighter for support.

-"then don't hold back, my love..." you replied, kneeling down a bit and planting a kiss to one of his thighs.

-just to make the flame burn brighter.

-that's when you sped up even more, while keeping your face near his neck.

-your warm breath on his skin only made it harder for him.

-that was it.

-he felt too good.

-he kept latching onto the bed, but soon enough, he came.

-he came all over your hands, even squirted a bit.

-"that's it... you did so well tonight..."

-oh, how cute he looked...

-"mmh... my dear..." he said breathlessly, desperate for a kiss as a reward.

-"yeah, sweetie?" you answered, pulling his head closer to yours.

-"i love you..." he whispered.

-"i love you too..." and you finally rewarded him with that kiss...

-that night, you fell asleep in eachother's arms, feeling nothing but safe.

-entirely safe...

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i hope you like it anon<3

i'm not the best at smut but i'm here to try so yeah💕

second time writing smut🤯

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #dahlia headcannons #dahlia x reader #genshin impact dahlia #genshin dahlia #dahlia #and for probably the next hcs i'll make(AGAIN unless i get a request<3)... MORE CHARACTERS IN ONE‼️#not as long as the ones i make like this #but like writing a bit for one char and then the next etc ykwim therellybe around 3 to 5 chars so yeah<3 #⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

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hyperactivewhore · 15 days

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Hey! I hope your having a wonderful day <3

I was curious to see how you feel about those stories where the OC is significantly more powerful than the Mikaelson Family? Like the ones where people just add the OC as a Scarlet Witch. I honestly don’t think any of the Mikaelsons would react very well to having someone significantly more powerful than them in their vicinity. As shown in quite a few episodes. Let alone one of them being romantically involved.

Hi! I'm fine, how about you?

I'm not gonna lie, these kind of stories are hard to read most of the time, especially because the powers these ocs have are practically never executed well. Why do they have that magic, who gave it to them, how do they even manage to live having that much amount of power? If people are so desperate to have their ocs be the next Wanda Maximoff, at least try better. Make their parents a god or goddess, perhaps both, someone like Thor, Loki, Freyja, especially considering the Mikaelson worshipped the Norse deities.

I honestly don't see any of them reacting well at all, especially Klaus and Kol. For a thousand years, they believed themselves to be the most strongest beings on earth and often were proud of it, knowing it meant they were "untouchable" and the few who dared to go after them were easily dealt with (excluding Mikael). We've all seen how they reacted to their parents, Bonnie, Dahlia, Inadu, Lucien, and all the people who came close to killing them, so imagining them having to deal with someone who is in Wanda level, who can warp reality and create life from nothing would be an interesting dynamic.

Trying to kill this kind of ooc would nearly be impossible, but knowing how prideful the Mikaelson are this would not stop them at all. I can see Elijah trying to negotiate some kind of truce should the need arise, and I can easily see as well Klaus and Kol trying to seduce her/him to put themselves in their good side if they've run out of chances, but this would likely be the last option considering how much it would eat them inside to have to "yield" to someone who tried killing them/is more powerful than them.

However, Kol was also absolutely terrified of Silas, to the point where he tried to kill his sister to stop her from waking him up, so it's hard to determine with him. It's very likely in my opinion, that he sided with this ooc if he got something from it, some sort of protection or escape from his family - but this alliance would prove to be very short, as all the Mikaelson are cockroaches who can never be truly away from each other.

Rebekah, on the other hand, is a hard guess for me too, considering how short her time on both shows was. Someone more powerful than her family, than her brother, who often abused her? Depending on which Rebekah we're talking about, I can see her trying to charm her way into this ooc's heart to have a defense against Klaus. But TO Rebekah would without a doubt stand with her family against anyone.

Any Mikaelson falling in love with this person, however, is unlikely to happen in my opinion. As I said before, I can see them - all of them, to be honest - making this person fall in love with them to have her/him "under control" or to have a secret weapon, but love is a very different thing from manipulation or lust. I can easily see them developing a toxic relationship that lasts through centuries if they do happen to fall in love, and being some sort of "frenemies" with the Mikaelson, but all of this is hypothetical, of course.

Thanks for the ask!

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bxlleville · 5 months

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The Sacrifice (part 2) | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: You sacrificed yourself to save your boyfriend and his family. (Elijah Mikaelson fanfic)

TW: violence, loss of loved one, blood, emotional damage.

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!!

word count: 3083

Part 1

taglist request

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back where Elijah was, he was worried about you and Freya and was taking his anger out on Esther, he loved you and couldn't bare the thought of you dying in the hands of Dahlia. He knew you wouldn't be able to stand against her and he was worried sick.

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Once Dahlia had finished the spell, she came to you and used her magic to inflict pain on you and you screamed in pained, trying to save yourself but to no avail.

"Stop! you're hurting her! she did nothing to you! she is innocent and you know it!" Freya shouted, trying to stop Dahlia from hurting you further.

"I told you I would make you and your brothers watch her suffer and I will hold my end, this is just the beginning, it would only get worse from here." Dahlia said.

"Isn't there a saying about stones and glass houses?" Dahlia stopped and you looked up and saw Klaus standing outside the boundary spell.

"Incase the analogy is lost to you, I believe my brother is calling you a hypocritical b*tch." Rebekah said as she stood beside Klaus. Klaus turned to you and smiled.

"hello love, missed me?" you smiled weakly at him.

"Hmm, bringing vampires to a witch fight. someone hasn't learnt their lesson."

"well, I can be a bit thick sometimes" Klaus smirked. you heard chains rattling and saw Esther being dragged in by Elijah. You were so relieved to see Elijah and smiled.

"in this occasion, i'd say i took your lesson to heart." Klaus smirked even more as Dahlia's smile drop at the sight of Esther.

"are you hurt darling?" Elijah asked.

"don't worry I'm fine" you told him with a weak smile. Elijah looked with anger towards Dahlia and threw Esther's chain's onto the ground.

"My sister, in chains," Dahlia looked her up and down and started laughing with tears in her eyes, this woman is truly a pyscho.

"is.... is she a gift to buy your freedom? because I brought something." She lifted the stake and showed it to them.

"one stake, 3 of us. Even if you don't hesitate, the other 2 will rip you in half." Klaus told her.

"Sound thinking, but small thinking." she lifted the stake up to the sky and thunder zapped the stake and dust of wood from the stake flew around the warehouse. she used her magic to make the dust fly into Elijah, Rebekah and Klaus's mouth and they all started coughing out blood.

"you're killing them." Freya said in worry.

"now, look at me." everyone turned their attention to Dahlia as she turned to you and used magic to inflict pain on you, much more pain then before. You screamed in pain as tears fell from your eyes. Elijah yelled your name and vamped towards Dahlia but was blocked by the barrier between them and he fell to the ground. He looked at you with worry and was angry he couldn't do anything to save you.

"now sister, let us watch together, as I burn your children from the inside out." Esther looked around as she saw her children slowing dying.

"you still carry so much anger for me, after all these years." Esther said as she walked towards Dahlia.

"you broke your vow, we were to stand together, always and forever, and you left to marry that british biking imbecile, you ended my family and they were the result." She used her magic to inflict more pain onto Elijah Klaus and rebekah.

"no please stop!" you begged Dahlia to stop.

"you call this my wrong doing? you made me bargin away my first born child, my daughter" Esther told Dahlia

"Not just this firstborn, but every firstborn and even then you found a way to deny me that which you had sworn would be mine! how do you think that felt?" Dahlia said in anger. Klaus tried to use the dagger on Dahlia but she used her magic to pin him to the ground. Dahlia looked up and saw the moon shining in the warehouse and turned to Esther.

"now Esther, say goodbye to the last of your children" with that, Dahlia used her magic to strangle Freya and she was gagging. Esther looked around and saw that her children were dying and she knew she had to do something.

"wait! sister, you have everything you ever wanted, including the firstborn of a new generation, and you even have the firstborn of the most powerful witch coven, you have bested us all, at least let me try to make amends, let me share with you the glorious freedom that i have found in death." Esther took her chains and wrapped it around Dahlia and that made Dahlia let go of Freya and Freya used her magic to open the boundary spell and you used your magic to make Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah cough out the white oak stake dust that were in them.

"Elijah" Esther said and gave him the greenlight and Elijah took the dagger on the floor and threw it to Klaus. Klaus looked at you with sorrow in his eyes as he knew what was going to happen. you looked at him and nodded and mouth "it's ok, we'll see each other again" but he knew that might not happen as he charged forward with the dagger and stabbed Esther and Dahlia. you gasped one last time before falling to the ground.

The Mikaelson's watched as Esther and Dahlia slowly turned to dust and wind blew their ashes. Elijah looked at your unconscious body and vamped towards you and knelt down.

"darling, wake up, we won, Dahlia's dead" Elijah shook your body but you didn't wake up. He panicked and shook your body harder as he lifter you up and laid you on his lap. he placed 2 fingers on your neck to find a pulse but he couldn't find one.

"there's no pulse, why is there no pulse?" he asked with tears in his eyes. he looked up and saw Klaus had a sorrowful look on his face.

"Dahlia linked her life to Ava's, so when Dahlia died, so did Ava, I'm sorry brother." Freya explained as tears welled up in both her and Rebekah's eyes.

"no, it can't be, there is not possible." Elijah was in denial and shaking his head.

"she should have woken up by now." Klaus said out loud.

"what do you mean she should have woken up?" Elijah asked. Klaus sighed and started explaining what had happened when you teleported to him.

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you used your magic to teleport yourself spiritually to Klaus.

"Ava? how? how are you here?" Klaus asked.

"I'm not really here. i'm really where Dahlia is but also here, so i'm kind of like in 2 places at once." you explained. you went over to him and gave him a hug and he hugged back.

"i'm glad you're okay." you said as you pulled away and after awhile you frowned and started hitting Klaus.

"I can't believe you went behind our backs and came up with your own plan!" you exclaimed as you hit him and Klaus used his arms to protect himself from getting hit.

"I had no choice! the plan was going to fail." Klaus explained and you huffed.

"you should have told me, i would have helped. you don't have to do everything by yourself, you are not alone." you told him and he smiled.

"i know, i promise i'll let you in next time" Klaus promised and you smiled.

"I'm surprised we can hug, i didnt think that was possible." Klaus said after awhile.

"with determination, anything is possible, plus I'm part of the most powerful coven so that's also another reason why." you explained.

"and yet you were captured by Dahlia." Klaus joked and you hit him and rolled your eyes before looking at Klaus seriously.

"Klaus I have to tell you something." you said and he looked at you.

"Dahlia linked my life to hers." you told him

"does that mean we would kill you if we killed Dahlia?" Klaus asked worriedly and you nodded.

"no, we will find a way to get her to severe the link." Klaus said with determination.

"I'm afraid there will not be time for that." you shook your head and looked down.

"you will have to kill me." you told him and he shook his head.

"no there has to be another way." he said.

"there might be another way, but I don't know if it's going to work."

"a chance is still better than no chance." Klaus told you.

"I drink from your blood and i turn into a vampire" you told him and his eyes widened.

"is that even possible? your real body is not here." Klaus asked.

"well like i said i'm in 2 places, so i'm guessing whatever happens here, happens there too. but like i said, it's a risk, i never did it before so i don't know if it will work." you told him.

"if there's a slight chance you're walking out alive, we have to take it, i'm not letting my brother lose you." Klaus told you.

"Just admit you don't want me to die too" you smirked and patted his cheek and he rolled his eyes and bit into his wrist and offered it to you and you drank from his wrist. once you were done, you pulled away and wiped the blood dripping down your mouth.

"please don't tell Elijah about this, if he knew, he wouldn't be so quick to kill Dahlia and your plan won't work" you told Klaus and he nodded. He pulled you close and hugged you.

"If you die, i will personally come to heaven and drag your ass back down to earth" Klaus threatened and you smiled and hugged back, happy that Klaus cared for you.

you guys pulled away and with one swift move you transported yourself back to where Dahlia was.

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"you knew?" Elijah asked with angry tears and Klaus looked down.

"you knew that she was linked to Dahlia and it was a risk to drink your blood but you still went on with it?! how could you?!" Elijah shouted and vamped to Klaus but before he could punch him Rebekah stepped in between them.

"Elijah please." Rebekah said and Elijah put down his hand.

"I'm really sorry brother, but she told me not to tell you. if you knew you would have stopped us from killing Dahlia and our plan would fail and everything we have worked for would go down the drain." Klaus explained.

"but now I lost the love of my life because of this!" Elijah exclaimed. Before Klaus could speak, you gasped for air and Elijah rushed to your side to help you sit up.

"oh my god what happened? what's that sound? why is everything so loud? why is the sun so bright?!" you were having a panic attack and you can feel your heart pounding. everyone was trying to calm you down but you just felt worse with all of them chatting.

"shut up shut up shut up!" you made a blast radius which made the Mikaelsons flew backwards. at least you know you still had your magic. you took a deep breath and finally calmed down and you looked around and saw everyone standing up.

"I'm really sorry guys." you apologised sheepishly.

"that's alright love, coming back from the dead can be stressful. i'm glad you still have your magic" Klaus told you and you smiled at him. Elijah vamped to your side and hugged you tightly and you hugged him back.

"I missed you too." You said with a smile as you pulled back.

"I thought I lost you. I was so scared when i couldn't find your pulse." Elijah said with a sad expression.

"you didn't lose me, i'm tough. i don't fear death, death fears me" you smirked and Elijah chuckled.

"I have something to tell you guys, but first, i need blood, or i'm going to die for real this time." you said and everyone nodded. all of you went back to the compound and Klaus handed you a bloodbag and you drank from it, satisfying your hunger.

"what did you want to tell us?" Freya asked.

"i know how we can bring Kol back" you told them and their eyes widened.

"how?" rebekah questioned.

"I can bring him back" you revealed.

"what?" Elijah was shocked.

"when i died, i was brought to my ancestors, they told me they knew I wanted to save Kol, and they told me I have the power to bring him back, with their help, i need to channel their power, we can bring Kol back" you said with a smile and everyone smiled.

"i think Davina would love to be here" you said out loud.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble but i think Davina is still mad about what we did." Klaus told you.

"she's the least mad at me, i'll go talk to her." you announced.

"are you sure you're up for this darling? maybe you should rest first." Elijah's voice sounded concerned and you smiled and kissed him.

"don't worry babe i'm fine," you told him and Elijah kissed your forehead. you got up and left the room to find Davina and found her in the bar drinking her feelings and went up and sat beside her.

"hey Davina." you smiled at her but she just glared at you.

"leave me alone." Davina said angrily.

"i know you're mad but hear me out, i know how to bring Kol back." you told her with a smile

"why should i believe you? you're associated with the Mikaelsons and they are liars." Davina said accusingly.

"Just come with me and if I don't bring Kol back, i'll leave you alone and not ask for anything ever again." Davina looked you with a raised eyebrow and agreed and you smiled and brought her back to the compound, where the rest of Mikaelsons were waiting for your return. Davina saw them and glared at them with anger as she follow you where you stood in the middle of the compound and did the Mikaelson pose (what davina did) and started chanting something.

A ring of fire appeared around you and it burned brighter and brighter the more you chant. you channeled your ancestors magic and chanted the incantation your ancestors gave you. you started to feel faint and your nose started bleeding and Elijah got worried.

"darling, you have to stop, you're hurting yourself."

"no, i'm fine, i have to finish this incantation" you continued to chant as blood continued to flow down your nose.

"what's happening?" you heard Kol's voice and was happy the incantation was working, but not enough. you could see Kol was fading in an out. Elijah was trying to get you to stop but you kept going. Davina was looking at Kol with a smile, knowing that he was coming back. The fire around you grew and once you finished, you stopped chanting and the fire around you fade out. you saw all your friends looked at you proudly and you saw Kol and Davina looked each other lovingly and hugged each other and it made you smile lovingly at them.Elijah came up to you and smiled.

"you did great." he said and kissed you on your forehead.

"thank you." you said weakly and Elijah could see that something is wrong with you.

"are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"I- I don't-" you spoke weakly before fainting into Elijah's arms. Everyone looked at you worriedly as Elijah vamped you up to your room and laid you gently on your bed and sat next to you, waiting for you to wake up.

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you slowly opened your eyes and looked around and found yourself in your room and saw that Elijah was next to you with his head on the bed and you smiled. you slowly sat up and Elijah felt you sitting up and he got up too.

"you should have slept next to me." you told him.

"that's alright darling. how are you?" he asked.

"i'm alright, thank you. how long was I asleep?" you asked.

"3 days" your eyes widened.

"3 days?!?"

"you did a powerful spell. you needed your rest." Elijah told you with a soft smile. you couldn't believe you slept for so long.

Suddenly your stomach rumbled and Elijah chuckled and your faced flushed.

"hungry?" Elijah asked and you nodded.

"come on, the others are making dinner." you got of bed and into the dining room where you see the other Mikaelson's preparing the dinner table. Even Hayley, Marcel and Davina were here and you smiled, I guess Klaus had forgiven Hayley and Davina had probably came because Kol convinced her.

when they saw you, they looked up and smiled at you.

"welcome back love" Klaus smiled at you.

"thank you, Ava, for bringing me back." Kol thanked you gratefully.

"thank you." Davina thanked you with a smile.

"it's good to have you back." Hayley told you.

"It's good to have you back as well." You smiled at her.

"well I figured it would be what you have wanted so I got Freya to do a reversal spell. It's the least I could do after all you have done for us." Klaus told you.

"it's not because you forgave her?" You asked.

"well I might forgive her if she doesn't run away with my daughter again." Klaus spoke and Hayley rolled her eyes playfully.

"come on people, let's eat. I'm starving." Rebekah spoke up and everyone sat at the table and started eating, even Hope was in a baby chair next to Hayley, happily eating her food. It was the first time in forever when all the Mikaelsons were in one place, eating together with no one chasing them. You felt sad Finn wasn't here but at least the rest of the Mikaelsons were here with you. you smiled and looked around at your friends, laughing and eating and talking to one another and felt a warm feeling in your chest. you had the best friends in the world and had the best boyfriend in the world and you wouldn't have had it any other way. If you were to live this through a second time, you wouldn't change a thing because you knew the journey here was worth it.

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virgin!peeta who cannot even fathom how you guys are dating because you’re like a perfect angel, nothing makes him cum harder than imagining it’s your hand wrapped around his dick. virgin!peeta who takes any chance he can to makeout with you, pulling you into closets and empty rooms any second he can get because he simply cannot get enough of you. virgin!peeta who loves to leave hickeys on your neck and chest because it makes him so happy to have a reminder to himself and everyone else that you’re his, absolutely loves that you wear them with pride and will tell anyone that asks that your boyfriend gave them to you. virgin!peeta who fucking whimpers when you grind down on him during a particularly steamy makeout session, he feels like all the air has been knocked out of him and it takes everything in him to keep kissing you. virgin!peeta who is absolutely obsessed with your tits the second you tell him he can touch them, he moves his hickeys lower and hides them under your shirt now, a secret only the two of you know about. virgin!peeta who’s an absolute flustered mess when you start palming him through his jeans while the two of you are watching a movie, doesn’t know how to function while you’re sat beside him acting like nothing is happening. virgin!peeta who can’t take it anymore and turns your face to kiss him, begging for more when you scold him and say you’re trying to watch. virgin!peeta who goddamn near cums the second you take him into your mouth, a moaning mess as you sloppily jerk him off while teasing him about the sinful noises he’s making. virgin!peeta who about cries when you deny his orgasm, asking why you won’t let him cum telling you how he’s been so good for you. virgin!peeta who grips your hips like they’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth as you sink down on his length, moaning about how you’re so fucking tight. virgin!peeta who tells you that you can’t move yet because he’ll cum right then, and who thinks he’s gone to heaven when you start moving. virgin!peeta who’s breath comes in gasps when you start kissing his neck telling him to wait just a little bit longer so the two of you can cum together. virgin!peeta who’s not a virgin anymore and is the happiest man in the world, refusing to pull out even after you’ve both cum because this is the best feeling he’s ever experienced and he’ll be damned if he lets it go so soon.

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hard thought? felix being all cute and such meanwhile you’re tired up and gagged. he’s all “i cant help it youre just so pretty like this” and he kinda goes about his business while you’re like that being teased 👀

oH??? no bcs, he would act all "innocent" or so he says while at the same keeps checking in on you, with his fingers slowly tracing your skin because at this point you're just so overstimulated after coming four times, that even his touch makes you shudder.

"so pretty," he'd whisper in your ear and presses a kiss to your head. "you told me not to hold back, and i didn't. don't complain now, love."

with a deep chuckle, felix would sit down on the bed next to you, pulling his laptop closer to him and ready to work. "i told you, don't tease me. and what did you do?" he asks waiting for an answer before smiling in your direction. "oh right, sorry. you can't speak hm? i forget. it was either this, or my cock. though you'd like my cock deep in your throat. you'd enjoy it."

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COMING CLEAN

Chapter Three — knock on effect

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finnick odair x fem!oc

content warnings: finnick odair (yes he’s a warning in himself) flirting, dissociation, finnick likes his women a little mean, stylists freaking out, dahlia doesn’t like physical touch. lmk if there’s anything i missed!

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Dahlia had always been a light sleeper, which was why it came as no surprise that she stirred when her prep team burst their way into her hotel room the next morning.

She yanked the covers over her head and gripped the linen duvet, trying to block out the sunlight for as long as possible.

Bloom's unintelligible screeching, on the other hand, was harder to ignore.

With sleep still settled deep in her bones, she pushed herself onto her elbows and covered her eyes with her hands. Even through the drawn curtains, it was bright enough to make her head pound (but she suspected that had more to do with the glasses of white wine she had necked after her meeting with Finnick last night)

"Dahlia! Are you listening to me?" Bloom shrieked, throwing her arms helplessly in the air. "Is she even listening to me?" she hissed, spinning the question around to Malaki as if he could somehow crack open Dahlia's skull and peer in at her thoughts

Unfortunately, he wasn't a mind reader, which left him with the job of consoling her hysterics.

He took quick strides towards the stylist and put an abrupt end to her pacing by grabbing hold of her shoulders. "Relax, Bloom, the world isn't ending," he soothed. "Just sit down and have a gin."

He ushered her towards a leather armchair by the windowsill and grabbed a bottle of pink gin from the mini-fridge.

The clock had barely struck noon but no one seemed inclined to lecture Bloom for her drinking habits. Plus, she was a pretty nice drunk, so it wasn't as if she would push anyone off the balcony or anything.

Dahlia hugged her knees to her chest and scrunched up her eyes, trying to adjust to the lighting change. She didn't know what was sending her stylist into an alcohol-induced frenzy this early in the morning and quite frankly, she didn't plan on asking.

She had fallen prey to that old trick during the early days of her victory tour and, as a result, been forced to suffer through an hour spiel on why the district one stylist was a quote-on-quote "spineless hag who wouldn't know fashion if it slapped her in the face."

She mentally cursed herself for inheriting her mom's nosiness. "Are you gonna tell me what's got you this worked up or do I have to guess?" If she kept caving every time Bloom had something to complain about (which was more often than not ten times a day), she would never catch a break or learn her lesson.

Bloom huffed out something between a scoff and a sigh, pulling an old-fashioned newspaper from her knock-off handbag and chucking it across the room.

It nearly hit Dahlia in the head, which was probably what she was aiming for in the first place.

Malaki sprawled out on the double bed, the mattress dipping at the sudden shift in weight. He dug the pads of his fingers into his eyes.

Reluctantly, she picked the newspaper up from the foot of the bed and Bloom returned to nursing the bottle of gin. She flipped the newspaper around in her hands until the front page stared back at her.

A headline printed in bold letters. Two pictures; one of her heading back to her hotel room last night and one of Finnick doing the same.

"HEARTTHROBS OR HEARTACHE?

"Dahlia Holloway and Finnick O'Dair— both are known for their string of lovers in the Capitol, but things might just be heating up."

"According to an anonymous source, our darlings were seen getting up close and personal at last night's gala. We've been told that the victors were seen in a compromised position yesterday evening yet the details remain to be confirmed."

"Could it be possible that our golden boy and angel could be ready to settle down? Or is this another of their flings destined to end in heartache?"

Kissing Finnick at a Capitol party was bound to stir up rumours— that was the whole point! She and Finnick understood what they were getting themselves into. They had to throw Snow off their trail.

Still, it didnt make it any less humiliating.

"Well?" Bloom threw her hands in the air, clutching the gin bottle between her hot pink nails as the tips of her ears burned red. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?"

Dahlia blinked down at the newspaper in her lap, stifling down a laugh that threatened to bubble out of her chest.

The situation was far from funny but it was hard to keep a straight face. Bloom was akin to a baby deer and she simply wasn't cut out for acting like the big bad wolf.

"We left you alone for an hour!" she took another swig of gin and wiped the dregs from around her mouth. "An hour!" she cried out, jabbing the bottle in her direction.

Malaki sat up wearily and took the newspaper from Dahlia's hands. If given the chance, she'd launch it at the woman. He had spent years getting to know her, which was enough time to pick up signs of when she was getting stressed.

She was like a violent dog, for lack of a better term. When she felt threatened, she lashed out. It was a go-to, a reflex, an impulse. If she felt cornered, like she had nowhere to run, she snapped.

He wondered if it was a safety thing— push people away before they could leave. He had never endured the horrors of the games, though, so he didn't think he had the right to say whether that was where it stemmed from or not.

"Look, why don't we all take a breather and calm down," he reasoned, trying to keep two tempers in check at once.

Bloom leaned forward in the armchair, eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "Calm down? Calm down?" she hissed, slamming the gin bottle onto the table.

"What do you think will happen when people start asking questions, Malaki? What's he gonna do to us when he realises that people don't buy another star-crossed lovers tale?" she seethed, gesturing wildly at the front cover of the newspaper. "If any of us put so much as a toe out of line, we're all dead and buried."

She hadn't thought her heart could sink any further yet time and time again, she was proven wrong. Dread was wrapping its way around her lungs and squeezing tight.

It would have been easier if Snow had found out the truth and hung them for treason. At least then they wouldn't have been dragging anyone else down with them.

"I spoke to President Snow this morning," Malaki kept his voice steady, doing a far better job than his counterpart at maintaining his composure.

"He wants us to play into it, doesn't he?" There was an unevenness in her tone and she wished it would go away.

A pair of frantic blue eyes bore into his soul, and it was almost as if she was trying to predict what was going to come out of his mouth next.

"He thinks this might be a good thing," he explained gently, running a hand through his dark hair. "He thinks some good news may be a valuable thing for people to have in such a stressful time."

She could read between the lines without missing a beat; Snow was doing this purely for his own gain.

Having two of his most influential victors standing by his side would not only serve as a distraction but also shine a positive light on the victors as a whole community.

If the districts saw her and Finnick, who were referred to as Capitol sweethearts, together, it would be a perfect piece of propaganda. What better way to extinguish the spark of a rebellion than to showcase their loving relationship to the whole of Panem?

Presenting the districts with another star-crossed lovers tale would work in the president's favour if he could control these two. And he could— they still had people they cared about.

Perhaps the rebellious Girl on Fire and the charming Baker's Boy would be forgotten. Maybe Finnick and Dahlia could show how grateful they were for all the opportunities that winning the games had given them.

He wanted them to stomp out the rebel's spirit before it had a chance to spread any further.

Talk about killing two birds with one stone.

"Fine. We'll sneak around, pull each other into hotel rooms, whatever he wants us to do. Finnick and I are far better actors than Peeta and Katniss, anyway," she nodded earnestly, trying to convince herself that they could pull this off.

"I spoke with district four's escort this morning and she agreed that we need to be on the same page. We can't afford any mistakes, darling," he murmured, trying to explain the severity of the situation without sending her into another episode.

He vividly remembered the knock-on effect after her games. She was in and out of catatonic states for months and when she did come to, a trigger, no matter how small, sent her into full-blown hysterics.

Despite frequent episodes in which she couldn't tell what was real, it hadn't gotten that bad in months.

The last thing anyone needed was Dahlia spiralling, so if he could somehow shoulder part of that burden, he would do it in a heartbeat.

"You and Finnick have a date tonight," he saw the flash of panic on her face and quickly backtracked.

"All the details are sorted, it's okay. You'll be going to a quiet restaurant. All you have to do is show up. The paparazzi have been given an anonymous tip-off and they'll snap a few shots of you both coming back to the hotel. You can go to your separate rooms, for tonight at least."

Dahlia opened her mouth to protest but a choked sound escaped instead. She wondered if this was how avoxes felt; strangled and suffocated, paralyzed, as if someone had cut open their windpipe and left them to choke on their blood.

"How long do we have to keep this up for?" Her voice cracked and she willed herself to pull it together. "Because I can tell you this much for free, I am not being glued to Finnick O'Dair's hip for the rest of my life," she retorted, digging her blunt nails into the skin at the back of her neck.

Maybe she was being impetuous, but she had never been one to mince her words. Besides, she didn't think Finnick would be thrilled with his life being turned upside down, either.

Bloom hiccuped and managed to pull herself away from the gin bottle long enough to supply her with an answer. "Unfortunately, you love birds are stuck feeding the vultures until the next big thing comes along, darling."

As if someone had flipped a switch, she guzzled the dregs at the bottom of the bottle and tossed it to the side, kicking into autopilot mode.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she pulled up the thin spaghetti straps of her top. "I know this is a lot but what's done is done. Dwelling on it isn't going to do us any good, is it?" she pulled a sketchbook from her bag and wobbled onto her high heels.

The gin had taken the edge off her anger and seeing how shaken up Dahlia was was enough to make the rest ebb off naturally. "Everything's going to be fine, darling. You could've done worse—he's a looker," she shrugged halfheartedly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Don't fret, darling. You've got the best stylist in the business. If Finnick isn't in love with you now, he will be by the time I'm finished with you."

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Nausea rolled over Dahlia in waves as she fiddled with the hem of her dress in the backseat of a taxi. The motion wasn't helping but Malaki had assured her that they were nearly there.

Bloom had spent forty minutes whipping up an outfit this morning and it had only confirmed Dahlia's theory that she had left the womb with a sewing kit.

It was well into the early hours of the evening before she was declared camera-ready and ushered into a private car.

After five failed attempts to keep the conversation alive, Malaki had taken the hint and allowed them to lapse into silence.

The taxi was unventilated and cracking open a window wasn't an option; they were blacked out for a reason, to stop the paparazzi tracking her every move.

She wondered if Snow had given up on the game plan and had simply resorted to suffocating her. Not likely. He would want to watch the life drain from her eyes, she reckoned.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of a restaurant, she started to really consider the fact that she might be sick. Malaki opened her door and the gust of wind fanned the side of her face.

"I don't think I can do this," she declared, clutching the fabric of her dress between her fingers. Real.

He leaned against the car door, not bothered about his jacket getting wet in the rain. "Yes, you can. I know you can because you've faced ten times worse than a date with Finnick, " he retorted. "Come on, I'll walk you in."

Dahlia closed her eyes, trying to trick herself into thinking that she was safe, even if that was far from the truth.

This wasn't about her. This was about June and Wyatt, Ivy and River, Malaki and Bloom, all the people she had dragged into this mess.

Wobbling unsteadily onto her feet, she repeated the list of names in her head like a mantra, a reminder that too many people's lives hung in the balance for her to screw this up.

She let Malaki lead the way into the restaurant and deal with the hostess while she tried to soak in the atmosphere and keep herself from drifting into the hazy other world. From the looks of things, it was pretty vacant.

It must be one of the places that Snow sent his favourable friends to. Toned-down colours and classy booths offered a bit of privacy from the rest of the diners. On the bright side, she didnt have to worry about hidden devices watching or listening. This was definitely a place that specialized in under-the-table deals —— no matter how stupid Snow was, he wouldn't risk secrets getting spilt to the public.

Once the last-minute details were finalized, Malaki pulled her to the side for a quick word. "I have to go. Just remember to breathe, it's going to be fine," he tried his best to instil some confidence in her but the truth is that it would have been easier to jump off a height and expect to grow wings.

She tried to tell him how sorry she was for getting him involved in this but the roof of her mouth had been superglued shut. She settled for a smile, hoping he wouldn't see through her. By the time she found her voice, he was almost out the door. "Thanks," she croaked, running her fingers through the ends of her hair.

He grinned reassuringly before stepping outside and being swallowed up by the fog.

"I can show you to your table if you're ready."

Dahlia nodded politely at the hostess, following her into the back of the restaurant where the lights began to dim, only to be replaced with candlesticks.

The walls were coated with ruby red paint and specks of gold were decorated around the outskirts of the booths. The place was practically empty apart from the occasional straggling couples picking away at dishes or gulping down glasses of wine. Everybody thankfully seemed to be too absorbed in their own conversations to pay attention to anything else.

Finnick quickly jumped to his feet as the two women approached the booth in the far corner of the restaurant. "Hi," he kissed Dahlia's cheek and gestured for her to sit down.

She gnawed on her bottom lip, wary of tearing a hole through the skin and having to endure a lecture from her stylist. She slid into the opposite side of the booth and folded her hands neatly in her lap, trying not to let herself slip away.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Some cocktails perhaps?"

"I'll have a pina colada and whatever the lady would like," he grinned lopsidedly, switching on the charm like a faucet.

It took an unbelievable amount of restraint not to kick him under the table. He hadn't done anything but being in his presence was more than enough to piss her off. In less than a day, he had managed to get under her skin like a fucking splinter. There was no way she was getting through tonight without something alcoholic. "Strawberry daiquiri please."

Once the hostess was out of earshot, Finnick wasted no time in voicing his amusement. "You realize we're meant to be head over heels in love, right? Glaring daggers at me isn't helping our case, honey."

Admitting that he was right was a tough pill to swallow and it left a sour taste in her mouth. "I never took you for a cocktail drinker," she easily redirected his attention elsewhere. Finnick raised a challenging brow, silently telling her to go on.

"Well, on first impressions, I had you down as a whiskey or margarita kinda guy — drinks with that bitter, kinda sharp taste, you know?"

The words were tumbling from her lips and she wished he would just reach across the table and slap a hand over her mouth before she made a fool of herself.

"I mean, it kinda makes sense, I guess. District four is mostly ocean, so it's understandable that people would want something sweet and light rather than something heavy.”

As she ran out of things to say, she made a mental note to spend more time with Ivy. It was obvious that Juniper's rambling was starting to rub off on her. If a sinkhole suddenly opened up beneath her feet, she would welcome it with open arms.

Finnick toyed with the collar of his black button-up and pretended not to notice the rosy blush dusting across her cheeks. "I can't stand that tangy taste of whiskey. Makes me feel sick. 'S why I prefer sweeter drinks."

Dahlia pulled her gaze away from her blunt nails to look at him. She had been so sure he was going to laugh in her face. She scanned his features, trying to find a cruel glint in his eyes or a condescending smirk, but came up empty-handed.

He lifted his shoulder into a shrug and swallowed down a laugh. "Can't say I was surprised by your order, though. Daiquiri drinkers are headstrong, adventurous, bold," he paused and sucked his teeth. "As far as first impressions go, you tick all three boxes."

She bit down on her tongue and ducked her head, trying to stop herself from smiling. He still caught sight of the twitch at the corners of her mouth. "You look beautiful, by the way, honey." His smile was cheeky, almost boyish, and she couldn't help but notice how young he genuinely was.

Absentmindedly smoothing out the creases in her emerald green dress, she teasingly tilted her head to the side. Finnick rested his chin in his palm, eyes twinkling with mischief, which could hardly indicate anything positive.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Finnick," she mocked sweetly, subconsciously mirroring his body language.

Their drinks arrived moments later and once they placed their orders for food, the hostess left them in peace again.

She reached across the table for her cocktail, fingers just barely closing around the cold glass before her hands started trembling. The liquid sloshed about and she could see him watching her out of the corner of his eye.

He had a feeling that she didn't often depend on people and the last thing he wanted to do was overstep, but after watching her struggle with the glass for longer than necessary, he couldn't sit still.

He skillfully snatched it from her grasp, knowing damn well that she wouldn't have passed it over even if he had asked her to, and set it carefully in front of her.

She folded her arms over her chest and clenched her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. He bit back a remark on how she looked like a stroppy toddler— all she needed was the pout and nobody would be able to tell the difference.

"I didn't need your help, you know."

"'You're welcome," he scoffed at her stubbornness and sipped his pina colada through a straw. He supposed that was the closest he would get to a thank you. "So, tell me about yourself."

A laugh burst out of Dahlia's mouth before she had a chance to stop it. "You know, your pickup lines could do with some work," she snorted, twisting her mother's wedding ring around on her index finger. It eased her nerves knowing that a piece of her mom was with her.

"You wound me," he shook his head and clutched at his heart teasingly. "Seriously though, I have a feeling we're going to be quizzed about each other; at the very least we should know the basics," he pointed out. He was acting as if it was totally normal to fake being in a relationship with someone you first talked to less than twenty-four hours ago.

Admitting defeat twice in one night was bruising her ego but she would agree to disagree if it meant a quiet life. "Fine. What do you wanna know?" she asked, chipping away at her nail polish without realizing.

Finnick cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his head as he thought. "Alright, I've got one. What are you made of?" he straightened up in his seat and she could practically see the excitement preventing him from sitting still. Anticipating her sarcastic response, he kept talking. "And don't say water or some other bull," he warned teasingly.

The waitress returned to the table with two steaming dishes before she had a chance to ask him what he meant.

She set down a bowl of pasta in front of Dahlia and slid a plate of salmon across to Finnick.

"Are you gonna tell me what you're made of or not?" she picked at her food once the waitress returned to the front of house. Hopefully the distraction would help her tremors subside. "Cause you'll have to go first —— I haven't got a clue what you're talking about," she admitted.

He chuckled under his breath and began sawing his knife through the fish as he thought. "It's basically a question that allows you to say what you are. Not what people say or think. Just you," he shrugged. "Like, I'm sunsets and footprints in the sand and... sea glass. I'm late-night swims and ginger cats. I'm Mags and knitted cardigans, lemonade and scribbled notes at one in the morning."

Dahlia smiled softly, mostly to herself than anyone else. It was sweet, she thought — the way he viewed himself. It seemed more accurate than the Capitol's persona of him, anyway.

"Alright. I'm.." she paused to think and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "...hardback novels. I'm black coffee, knitting needles and complex female characters." He hummed in agreement. "I'm black boots and my mother's anger. I'm Alara," she smiled sadly and pushed through the ache in her chest. He didn't say anything. He knew it hurt. "I'm Juniper and I'm Ivy and I'm poetry."

She reached out with trembling hands and sipped her drink through a straw (which was a lot easier than holding the glass).

"Complex female characters. I like that," he broke off into a laugh and she buried her face in her hands, shoulders shuddering as she laughed. "What about your family?" he asked warily, approaching the topic with tact.

She nodded and offered a half-hearted shrug, dragging a piece of pasta through the sauce. "I have a sister and a brother. Ivy and River — well, and June. She isn't actually my sister but I count her as one, do you know what I mean?" she explained, covering her mouth with her hand as she chewed.

"Ivy's seventeen," she spooned pasta into her mouth between sentences. "She's the baby of the family. She keeps to herself a lot of the time but she's a good kid, you know? Moody and quiet but I don't think that's unusual for teenagers."

"River's the eldest. He works long hours harvesting, so between looking after the girls and visiting the Capitol, I don't see him all that much either," she brushed a few fly-away strands of hair behind her shoulders and hesitated before deciding that she didn't want to talk about her parents.

"What about you?" she asked, voice losing its usual bluntness. "Tell me about Mags."

Dahlia vaguely knew that Mags was a victor from district four, but she figured it would be easier for him to open up if she gave him a lifeline to latch onto. He had already brought up Mags, so she figured it was a safe topic, too.

She tucked her legs underneath her as he started to talk about his family.

"Mags was my mentor for the Hunger Games," he explained, taking a particularly large bite of salmon. "She's more like a mother," he ran his hands through his golden-blonde locks and tugged, something she had noticed he did when he was anxious or unable to sit still. A way of getting rid of nervous energy, she supposed.

"I don't think I remember a time when she wasn't there for me," he admitted. "She used to knit me a wardrobe of cardigans when I was younger — she still does," he rolled his eyes fondly. "I don't know where I'd be without her. She saved my life."

Dahlia ran the fabric of her dress between her thumb and forefinger. "She sounds like a lovely lady," she answered honestly, ignoring the way her heart ached for her own mother.

She had never been the best at small talk so she was grateful that Finnick knew how to keep a conversation flowing at a steady pace —— even his horrendous attempts at flirting were a lifesaver.

It helped the remainder of the evening go smoothly and before she knew it, they were out in the rain and throwing themselves into a taxi before it had fully stopped.

The chit-chat started to die out as exhaustion crept in and it was almost impossible not to fall asleep with the motion of the taxi speeding along the roads.

Dahlia focused on the sound of rain pattering against the tinted windows. She could feel her mind starting to slip as all the leftover sparks of energy fizzled out. Leaning her head against the side of the car, she feebly traced patterns into the condensation, drawing things to keep her tied to the real world.

Finnick watched her curiously out of the corner of his eye, head tilted to the side like a dog that didn't understand what was happening. He kept quiet as he tried to work out what was going on in her head. By the time they pulled up outside of the hotel, he was no closer to finding out.

The engine went flat and she finally looked up, peering through the window at the paparazzi spying on them through the overgrown bushes. In all seriousness, they might as well have been stood right outside of the car, because their attempts at hiding were pathetic.

"You ready?" Finnick asked gently, angling his head until she met his eye. She nodded and dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from slipping away. "I'm gonna hold your hand when we get out, alright? They're looking for a show," he said, failing to mask his distaste for the camera crews lying in wait.

Dahlia scrunched her toes in her heels and rolled her shoulders back, willing herself to at the very least appear confident, even if she didn't feel it. "Well, let's give them exactly what they're looking for," she smiled weakly and clambered out of the taxi, bunching the skirt of her dress into her hands and hoping the hem wouldn't get soaked.

Finnick shoved a wad of cash into the driver's hands before making his way to the opposite side of the taxi.

"Here," he pulled his jacket off, draping it over her shoulders. "Let's go."

Before she had time to second guess herself, she took his hand in her own, intertwining their fingers. His touch still burnt away at her nerve endings but it was easier to cope with when she was the one initiating contact.

"Thanks," she choked out. "For the jacket," she clarified. Their shoulders knocked together as they bustled towards the hotel across the street. It took every ounce of self-control she possessed not to squirm away from him.

"Don't worry, honey, the jacket was an added bonus — my company was the real prize," he smirked and she scrunched her nose and rolled her eyes.

Squeezing her hand as a pre-warning, he kissed her cheek as they stepped under the patio. They could hear the cameras clicking as they pushed into the hotel reception.

Security guards locked the doors when they were inside and once she was sure they were out of view, she quickly untangled their hands. He didn't take it personally.

"C'mon, I'll walk you to your room," he leant against the wall as they waited on the elevator. Panic flashed across her face and he felt his heart constrict as he realized the deeper meaning his words probably had. "Don't worry, that wasn't an invitation. Just don't want the paparazzi climbing up the drainpipes to see you," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

She chuckled under her breath as the elevator arrived on the ground floor.

Once the elevator stopped, she kicked off her heels and looped the straps around her wrists. Bloom needed to find an alternative because breaking her ankles every night was not going to work.

She slid the jacket off her shoulders as her hotel room came into sight. She pulled her key from her purse and held the jacket out for him to take it. "Thanks again. I had fun tonight," she admitted, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

"Me too," he grinned and it lit up his face. "Keep the jacket, I wouldn't want you getting withdrawal symptoms from me," he backed up down the hallway towards his room, his grin infectious. "Night!"

Dahlia tongued the inside of her cheek and shook her head fondly. "Goodnight."

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