Things I might turn into fulls fics later Pt. 2 [INCOMPLETE, read: sneak peek]
Pickpocket! Reader x Finnick Odair
So this one's, suuuuuuper short 'cause I just need to get it out of my head.
I might go back and edit it when I get a better picture of it the whole scenario I want.
Also, I was meant to finish this up and the next one, like, 3 or 4 days ago, and post then...but then... I may or may not have gotten addicted to playing Sky: Children of the Light... maybe, just maybe
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So I'm thinking...
Somehow, you've ended up as a maid for one of the Capitol families
You've got siblings back home in District 4 and you are their sole caretaker
Your parents passed away due to some sickness maybe?
"Y/N! We're leaving." You hear from the front of the house.
You scurry from the laundry room, wiping your hands on your apron and meet them at the door
"We won't be back until tomorrow night, I trust that you'll take care of the house."
Feet together, hands on top of one another on your stomach, shoulders back, head down.
Like clockwork.
Frankly, you're sick of it and if you succeed tonight, you'll never have to do it again.
You see their feet, and you can tell just from their shoes they're wearing something outrageous again.
"Farewell," You offer, "I'll see to it that everything is in order before your arrival tomorrow."
They hum and are filing out the door, which you gently shut after them.
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You've been to these kinds of parties before.
You've accompanied the family you work for to be at their beck and call.
but this time, you're by yourself, and you have one objective tonight:
meet Finnick Odair, hopefully, seduce him enough to take whatever valuables you can, and then leave
You know how to act - how to blend in and also how to disappear
Though this dress is making it difficult to do anything
it's a deep blue at the bottom and transitions into a beige colour at the top
It's poking in the wrong places, a little too tight at the ribs. Luckily the skirt is flowy
You fiddle with the long mesh sleeves. From the cuffs, it has leaves embroidered all the way up to your collarbones, down your cleavage and to the middle of your torso
You're regretting coming now because you don't see the bronze-haired, green-eyed adonis everyone has been buzzing about, men and women alike.
You huff and make your way to the bar. You give a wave of your hand to the bartender, "Anything will do." you say and he promptly begins to make you a drink.
You sit on the stool, legs crossed and your nose scrunched at the mismatching perfumes suffused in the air
I need to find someone who knows the president... You look around the room but close your eyes quickly and turn back to the bar with how glaringly they dress
If I get an... appointment with, with Finnick for tomorrow morning, I can take whatever valuables and sell them off before they return...
You've stolen before...Food mostly, but when you're in the capitol you've pinched some wallets here and there, some necklaces and bracelets too.
You've already got a few stashed away in your purse.
You sigh, who the hell in here can I talk to?! I can't just bring it up casually.
You totally could, these Capitol people are crazy
As you stew in your thoughts, you close your eyes and your thoughts shift to your siblings. Most of them weren't your siblings by blood, but they might as well be. Poor things, orphaned so young.
"What's a lovely lady like you doing alone, all the way here?"
Your head whips to the voice so quickly you think you might've heard a crack.
Before you, stands Finnick Odair, himself.
BINGO! JACKPOT! Yahtzee! Whatever! What freakin' luck!
But now, it's time to put on a show.
You give him a quick once over, spotting a necklace and ring on his pointer finger
You put on a small smirk and look at him through half-lidded eyes, "And what's a handsome man like yourself doing? Coming over here to a lonely lady like me." You purr and turn your gaze to the various drinks on the shelves of the bar.
He chuckles, "Well," He starts and takes the seat next to you, "I thought that the dress you have on looks a lot like the beach. It's beautiful."
Your eyes flick up to his, not expecting that reply, but you shake your head, I have other things to worry about. Get in and then get out, you remind yourself
"Have you ever been?" He runs his fingers through his curls, "To the beach, I mean."
"Perhaps," you reply without missing a beat.
"How secretive." He sends you a smug smirk.
"We all have secrets, don't we?" You turn to him, switching your crossed legs and drawing attention to them, "And from what I heard," You reach out and fiddle with the smooth fabric of the lapels on his suit, "You like to keep secrets."
You stand up from your seat and take a few steps so that your shoulders brush against his, "And I've got many to tell." you whisper near his ear
It wasn't entirely wrong. Working as a maid for a Capitol family, you've overheard your fair share of secrets.
You found that the Capitol citizens were quite loose-lipped.
But you didn't have much use for those secrets, nor did you have anyone to share them with.
Now you do... if he followed you out, that is.
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I really don't know if I like this one as much, but it was just something that came up in my head when I was writing my Finnick x OC fanfic
I pretty much wrote my OC's entire hunger games, mate,
so, please look forward to that instead haha ≧◡≦, although I'm still in the more final stages of planning to make sure everything correlates so it'll be a loooong while.
Have an amazing day!
Seven, Signing off :3
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Thinking here about the theory that Gold were originally from the future of Blaze's dimension...
That would be soooo sad and tragic: She didn't only spent over a decade out of her birth dimension, she spent ⅔ of her life out of her "home" dimension, she was raised in this other dimension so that's the place she can call home, no hope of ever return to her original world because in the last time she saw her original world, it was being frozen at time, being petrified in an expression of terror for eternity, entirely by a huge and powerful monster.
Onyx City is, with all its defects, the home she knows that is not destroyed and beyond salvation. The place where she built lasting and solid memories, the world she adapted to live in, the home that there's a hero to protect...
At this point, she has no reason to look for a way to fix her original world, and even if it was possible, she has no reason to go back...
Meanwhile someday the Genesis Portal take the Team Psych to Blaze's world... And so? That world is nothing like the few she remembers, she wouldn't recognize... She would never be able to learn that this beautiful world full of life she's standing in for this moment will be, in a couple of centuries foward, the stage of the apocalypse that she witnessed around 10 years ago... She will NEVER know...
"Wow Silver, this friend of yours lives in a pretty nice kingdom around here." THIS KINGDOM WILL BE EITHER FROZEN IN A EXPRESSION OF TERROR OR DEVOURED FROM THE TIMELINE IN ABOUT 2 CENTURIES!!! But you'll never know...
Unless some Blaze's descendant around in the future is able to harness the power of the Sol Emeralds, so is able to fight back the Second Devourer... What means that the time passed there as well and everyone she knew learned to live without her...
Anyway, in either scenarios an adaptation would be hard and could be seem as "pointless": In a hand, if they couldn't fight back at first and the world just could be restored now, the time has not passed to them, Gold changed a LOT and is basically a stranger to these people that she remembers near to nothing about; In other hand, in case they could fight back and defeat the beast, this whole world might have changed too much from the few she could recall, nobody and nothing is the same as she can remind even if it's vaguely...
In both hands, she has already adapted to call Onyx City "home", the people she knows and learned to trust live in there...
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